Post by alyadmirer on May 18, 2016 22:10:05 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen,” begins our friendly neighborhood ring announcer, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 20 minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Charlotte, North Carolina, she stands five feet one inch tall, and weighs in this evening at one-hundred and fourteen pounds... ladies and gentlemen, please welcome... SKKKYYYLLLAAARRR MIIITTTCCCHHHEEELLLLLL!!!!!”
SKYLAR MITCHELL:
The FAWNatics do just that, turning things up to eleven even as the FAWN Arena’s sound system begins to pump out a not entirely familiar tune. That talent relations had sprung for an individual theme for the Li’lest Mitchell speaks volumes for the hopes they had in her tonight. And even without yet recording a victory in Orlando, young Skylar had already made a considerable impression on the Orlando faithful.
”HOMEGROWN HONEY”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GIQlZVdCRfI
With Darius Rucker playing over the speakers during her approach, the Li’lest Mitchell makes it a point to slap EVERY single hand offered her way--and ESPECIALLY the younger ones--as she lopes down the aisle and toward the ring. Finally, Mitchell dives under the bottom rope, springing to her feet. Skye unzips her hot pink hoodie to reveal 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 warn by her older sister Cynthia at the beginning of her career...)
Settling into her corner, Mitchell takes in a deep breath, hoping to pacify the swarm of butterflies congregating in the pit of her stomach. All she knew going into this evening was that she had a match--the matter who had been kept a secret from her, for reasons she didn’t quite know...
The pounding, ominous beginning of Disturbed’s 'The Sickness' filled the arena. Moments later, Bethany Christian herself stepped onto the ramp and onto the FAWN stage. The sight of the boss is enough to make any new employee’s heart jump into throat, though thankfully Bethany is dressed for the executive suite rather than combat, still looking stunning with a dark blue skirt and blazer.
BETHANY CHRISTIAN:
“Good evening, Ms. Mitchell,” the CEO of the company greets her. “You don’t know it yet, but you’re about to become a part of history. You see, tonight, we are going to see a momentous debut. Tonight, a young lady is about to launch FAWN’s newest wrestling dynasty. And she will do so, my dear, by taking the youngest member of FAWN’s original wrestling dynasty, and making that snot-nosed brat her sniveling bytch...”
The crowd unloads with a torrent of jeers, but in case anyone had been unclear on Christian’s meaning, Bethany helpfully adds, “I, of course, mean YOU, my dear.”
The Li’lest Mitchell stalks over to the ropes, her nerves having given way to anger. “Bring her out here!” Skylar shouts, taking a seat on the middle rope and holding the cables open. “Bring her momma out here, too! See if I’m scared...”
“Oh, you should be,” Bethany replies. “Especially as her ‘momma’...”
The stunning brunette’s voice took on an exaggerated southern drawl for that last word.
“... well, she’s already out here. Ladies and gentlemen, hailing from Kyoto, Japan but raised here in Orlando from the age of 6... She stands five feet three inches tall, but cuts every bit as imposing a figure as her mother even at one hundred and twenty five pounds... Ladies and gentlemen, would you please welcome to FAWN... AVVVEEERRRYYY CHHHRRRIIISSSTTTIIIAAANNN!!!!!”
The apple apparently falls at least a little bit from the tree, for the arrival of Bethany’s offspring is heralded not by Disturbed but rather Halestorm’s “Mayhem”. And a moment later, the curtains part...
AVERY CHRISTIAN:
”MAYHEM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SrVMzDw7ncs
Avery is indeed a stunning, fresh faced brunette with an hourglass figure that had no doubt kept many ticking down the days to when she would be eligible to debut here in FAWN. Bethany’s pride and joy sports a predominately white one-piece (worn ironically, no doubt) that seems designed with the jugg smother in mind--the ‘V’ neck plunges deeeeeep, to about one inch above Avery’s navel, baring her impressive cleavage to its fullest extent. Black straps run over her shoulders and criss-cross her back, with black trim around the legholes. Gold pads, wrist tape and boots complete the ensemble.
Mother and daughter stand at the top of the ramp, coming together for a quick hug before the younger Christian begins to saunter down the aisle. Avery keeps her distance from the FAWNatics, who are already more than willing to hold the sins of the mother against her. As she approaches the ring, Skye slips off the middle rope, stepping back and settling into a tense crouch. At ringside, Christian beckons the Li’lest Mitchell to hold the ropes open for her again, but Skylar isn’t nearly so eager to comply. Nodding slightly, Avery heads up the steps and slips into the ring, settling into her corner and beginning to stretch.
When the bell sounds, Mitchell and Christian both head out of their corners. “I’ve heard Sophie talk about you,” Skye says. “Always had good things to say about you. Said you were a sweet kid...”
“Sure,” Avery nods, then nudges her head in the direction of the entrance. “Back there. I’d even take you out for some Starbucks later, after I’ve kicked your ass. But I’m my mother’s daughter. The only way these people are gonna see me as anything other than a ruthless, conniving bytch is if I run as far away from Mom as I can. And I’m not about to do that...”
“Oh, there’s another way,” Skylar counters. “Just show them who you are. It’ll take a little while, sure. But they’ll accept you, eventually.”
Avery shakes her head. “You know what I hear, Skye?” she asks. “I hear a young punk too scared to lock up with me.”
“Oh, I’ll SHOW you scared,” the Li’lest Mitchell responds, surging forward. The young tyros tie-up... and before you know it, to the crowd’s delight, Skylar drives her foe back into the ropes. The referee calls for a break, and Skye steps back with two raised hands. “How’s THAT for scared?”
“Not bad,” Avery says with a sly grin. “But I bet you can’t do it again.”
“Oh, really?”
The two second generation superstars establish another collar and elbow tie-up... and Bethany’s daughter makes good on her wager, forcing Skylar into a grudging backpedal, until the Li’lest Mitchell’s back meets the ropes. Again, the official calls for a break, and Avery pulls back her hands...
... only to LIGHT UP Skye’s apple cheek with a thunderous bytch slap!
Mitchell might be a rookie herself, but she’s not about to let that disrespect stand. She explodes off the ropes and drives a couple of wicked stiff forearms into Avery’s bosom, forcing the curvaceous brunette to retreat. Claiming a wrist, Skylar sets her feet and attempts to perform an Irish whip, but Christian is ready, reversing it and launching the Li’lest Mitchell on her way. As her foe rebounds back toward her, Bethany’s little girl shifts her feet into a broadened stance, lowering her shoulder and knocking Skye to the canvas with a block. To her credit, Mitchell pops back up quickly, wheels and rushes into the ropes again. Only this time, Avery isn’t content to just wait for Mitchell to shoot toward her. She swivels on one heel, catching Skye flush in the jaw with a discus forearm smash.
DISCUS FOREARM SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzKJKG7P9WQ
The Li’lest Mitchell plummets to the mat, and this time, Avery goes with her, dropping to her knees off the youngster’s right flank. Fashioning her right hand into a claw, Christian PLUNGES her talons into Skylar’s tummy, Skye closing her eyes and wailing in pain as the belly claw goes to work punishing her abdominals. Christian wraps her left hand around her right wrist for further stability while Mitchell writhes and moans, but gamely refuses to submit.
Avery tightens her clawhold... but then uses her left hand to RIIIIP away the claw, Skylar shrieking and rolling over to her side. Climbing to her feet, Christian snatches a handful of Mitchell’s locks and pulls her fellow rookie up to a stooped base. Slipping an arm around her opponent’s neck, Avery shuffles Skye’s arm behind her neck and executes a stunning, crisp, snap swinging neckbreaker. Rolling over, Christian hooks a leg and gets the...
SNAP SWINGING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xYmhWpkJ8QQ
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Skylar kicks out.
“I don’t want to hurt you TOO bad,” Avery mutters, yanking Skylar up to her feet and lining her up with the far corner. “I’m GOING to hurt you, and bad. But you can save yourself SOME pain by just going down.” The voluptuous brunette whips the Li’lest Mitchell toward the buckles, and almost immediately takes off in a sprint behind her...
... but it seems Avery hasn’t done ALL her homework. Zooming into the corner, Skye grabs the top rope with both hands and kicks her legs high into the air, trailing behind her. Catching a shocked Avery’s noggin between her calves, Mitchell crosses her ankles and tightens her grip on the cables, one hand on either side of the top turnbuckle. And, making use of Christian’s own momentum, Skylar uses her stems to DRIVE her foe down, face fist into the middle buckle, Mitchell’s weight settling heavily on Avery’s shoulders.
TAR HEEL SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3vnKcZNWbp0
Skye remains astride Avery’s back until the official’s count reaches “THREE!”, at which point she rolls off and pulls the brunette up to her feet. Bullying the buxom beauty back into the ropes, Mitchell bodies up against her, claims a wrist, and launches Christian with an Irish whip. And as Avery hurtles back toward, the Li’lest Mitchell takes flight, leaping into a spinning heel kick that loudly strikes Bethany’s baby girl’s jaw.
SPINNING HEEL KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AnbPVKM6x5M
Christian hits the deck hard and goes skidding toward the ropes. And not willing to look a gift horse in the mouth, Avery keeps rolling, all the way underneath the bottom cable and dropping to the floor. Back in the ring, Skylar kips up--and instead of making a move to prevent the brunette’s escape, Mitchell pivots and sprints into the far ropes. Hitting the rubber coated steel, the Li’lest Mitchell darts toward her oblivious prey. As Avery starts to turn back toward the ring, Skye drops into a baseball slide, shooting under the bottom rope and snaking her legs around Christian’s neck. Bringing her hands to the apron, Mitchell pushes up and swings her body around Avery, using her momentum to whip her opponent down to the floor.
BASEBALL SLIDE HEADSCISSORS @4:22:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PsdG1fS11Z8
Basking in the cheers of the FAWNatics, Skye beams and pumps a fist as she gets back to her feet. Peeling Avery off the floor with a handful of hair, Mitchell starts to whip Christian toward the ringsteps, but Bethany’s baby girl slams on the brakes, summoning a reversal and sending Skylar into the steel, HARD!
The Li’lest Mitchell drops to her knee, her spine arched in anguish as she drops to a three point stance--her left hand reaching behind toward the small of her back. “Gloves comin’ off, huh?” Christian purrs, tugging Skylar up to her feet. “Not sure that’s a can of worms you wanna open...”
Reaching behind her foe, Avery takes a wrist and secures Skye’s left arm in a hammerlock. In the next instant, the curvaceous brunette slips her other arm past Mitchell’s hips and applies a bearhug, with that arm trapped. With a small grunt, Avery muscles the auburn haired, apple cheeked cutie off her feet, forcing the Li’lest Mitchell to slip her legs around Christian’s hips for support.
Bad move.
With nothing even coming close to mooring Skye, Avery easily charges toward the near ringpost. Mitchell realizes the danger far too late, only an instant before the steel beam SLAMS into her back and arm. “GYYYAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” Skylar howls, her gams slipping slightly out of their already loose scissors. Christian sends her foe up onto the apron with a small toss, then pushes her underneath the bottom rope.
Bethany’s baby girl climbs up after her, rolling into the ring. Instead of getting to her feet, however, Avery crawls toward her prey, laying on her side behind Mitchell as she starts to roll her fellow rookie over. As she does, Christian slips her legs around Skylar’s waist, ready to start bearing down with a bodyscissors...
... but let’s not bury the lede: as Skye tumbles over, her face falls directly into Avery’s copious cleavage. And as the brunette’s thighs begin to saw through Skylar’s midsection, Christian’s arms wraps around the back of the Li’lest Mitchell’s noggin, keeping it trapped there. A smirking Avery settles onto her back, adjusting her restraining grip on Skye’s melon to ensure that her own shoulders remain safely on the mat--a task made considerably more difficult by Mitchell’s thrashing and flailing.
“Nothing personal,” Avery whispered, so softly that its almost inconceivable that the sound penetrates the clammy flesh of her smothering bosom to reach Skylar’s ears. “But I need to make a statement tonight, to these fans and to the girls in the back.”
As the Li’lest Mitchell’s struggles begin to ebb, the official asks, “You still here, Skye?”
She doesn’t answer.
He starts to reach for Mitchell’s wrist... when Avery releases her scissors and gently shoves against Skye’s shoulders, sending the youngster flopping over to her stomach. Stepping between her opponent’s thighs, Christian stuffs Mitchell’s left boot against the pit of her right knee before folding that stem up, the brunette using her shin against Skylar’s to lock those legs tight. Then, leaning forward, Bethany’s baby girl slips her fingers inside the shoulder straps of Skye’s top and pulls back. It took three ‘snaps’ to spur the barely conscious Tar Heel’s arms to spasm into reach, but when they do, Avery snatches them effortlessly and pulls up. Placing her boot against the back of the Li’lest Mitchell’s skull, Christian paused for about two seconds...
... then shoved down with all her weight, DRIVING Skylar’s features into the thinly padded plywood of the mat without mercy.
DEATHLOCK CURBSTOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mTiqvwGqHkI
With even less pity, Avery gathers Skylar’s wrists and pulls back again, following ONE curbstomp with a second...
... and a THIRD...
... and a FOURTH...
... and, GOOD GAWD, EVEN A FIFTH!!!
Slipping her plant foot free between the Li’lest Mitchell’s thighs, Avery slips her other boot under Skye’s shoulder and spatulas her over. Placing a boot atop the Tar Heel’s bosom, the crowd redlines with rage as the official slides down and slaps off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
Skylar JUST gets a shoulder up.
Rolling her eyes, Avery raises her boot, only to DRILL her heel into the pit of Mitchell’s stomach. “GYYYYLLLLLUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” Skye gurgles, her large, round eyes snapping open and rolling back, her body folding up around the invasive foot. Easing her weight up from from Skylar’s navel, Christian snatches a handful of auburn locks and tugs her foe up to wobbly legs. Wrapping her left arm around the Li’lest Mitchell’s neck, Bethany’s baby girl pops her hips and hoists her opponent aloft...
... and KEEPS her there for a good ten second, before falling backward and completing the vertical suplex.
STALLING VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=e2BKLGUFPt8
Skylar vaults up to a seated position, and then somehow manages to remain on all fours after she tumbles over, the Li’lest Mitchell weakly managing to drag herself over to the ropes. Avery follows, grabs a handful of hair and THRUSTS Skye down, throat first across the middle cable. The official orders her to release the choke, and at the count of “FOUR!” Avery lets go of Skye’s hair...
... and instead drapes her thigh against the back of Mitchell’s neck, letting her body weight throttle the Tar Heel through to the a second count of “FOUR!” Relenting, Christian hauls Skylar up, the rookie’s legs quaking at the task of supporting her--so Bethany’s baby girl laces the Li’lest Mitchell’s arms over the top rope.
But she doesn’t stop there.
Reaching down, Avery grabs the middle rope and raises it, trapping Skylar’s biceps between two criss-crossed strands of rubber coated steel. Then, surprisingly, instead of pressing her advantage, the brunette turns away. But when the ref takes a step toward the bound beauty, Avery snarls over her shoulder, “I’d stay back, if I were you. Think my mom will fine me if I miss Skye and take out a ref instead?”
Christian charges into the far ropes, turning her back to the cables and allowing them to propel her back toward the writhing Skye at full speed. Her head bowed, it’s doubtful that the Li’lest Mitchell even sees Bethany’s baby girl jump into the air, swing her leg upward and SLAM the sole of her boot until Skylar’s mug with a MASSIVE Yakuza kick.
YAKUZA KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_QXJ5rGs1Wg
Mitchell’s legs shudder and give way, her trapped arms becoming the ONLY thing holding her semi-upright. And when Avery returns the cables to their proper alignment, Skye topples forward, into her opponent’s waiting arms... and her face settles, once again, perilously close to Christian’s cleavage. Smirking, the brunette gently strokes Skylar’s hair and mutters, “All in due time, kid.” Taking the youngster’s wrist, Avery whips her foe into the far corner, following Mitchell in and crushing the Tar Heel underneath an avalanche splash.
Again, Skye’s legs are ready to give way, but this time Christian nudges her shoulder into Mitchell’s abdomen, and she bullies the auburn haired ingenue up to a perch on the top rope. Avery then climbs to the top rope in front of her prey, the curvy brunette pulling Skylar up and stuffing her head underneath her left arm. The crowd draws in an alarmed, collective breath when Christian reaches behind Skye’s left thigh and hooks it, but the Li’lest Mitchell is incapable of preventing Bethany’s baby girl from powering her into the air, falling back from the top rope, and SPIKING Mitchell’s skull with a jaw-dropping avalanche fisherman’s buster.
AVALANCHE FISHERMAN’S BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6RXq7rQyTM
Avery quite possibly could have pinned her there, but she doesn’t. Instead, she rises and begins to hairhaul the remains of the Li’lest Mitchell to her feet. Slipping an arm through Skye’s thighs, Christian scoops the auburn haired, apple cheeked cutie up, slinging Mitchell across her shoulder and leaving Skye’s face nestled perilously close to the brunette’s crotch. With one arm tight to Skye’s back, Avery’s other hand settles against the back of her foe’s head.
“Here endeth the lesson,” Bethany’s baby girl taunts, then drops to her backside, bending her legs up at the knees. That guiding hand of Christian’s directs Skylar to an absolutely chilling face first impact with the canvas, snapping Mitchell’s head and neck back disturbingly before she tumbles over into a boneless heap. As the Li’lest Mitchell shudders and spasms, Avery casually settles down propped up on her elbows, her legs crossed, her left boot resting beside her right knee.
CHRISTIAN CRUNCHER @1:06:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RvJ6s6ajyxo
It takes only the slightest effort to turn her body, Avery slipping an arm underneath Skylar’s noggin as she reclines across her chest...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Avery sits up, pulling Skye up as well and earning a cascade of boos and insults.
“Finish it, Avery,” the referee chides her.
“Who do you think you are?” Bethany’s baby girl asks. “My dad? Should we get MOM’S opinion on that?”
The referee hems and haws, and Avery turns her attention back to what’s left of the Li’lest Mitchell. Scraping her off the canvas, Christian slips her arm around Skylar’s neck and appears ready to deliver a vertical suplex. But instead, the brunette lets Skye fall forward, her shins landing against the top rope on either side of the turnbuckle. With the ropes taking their share of Mitchell’s weight, Bethany’s baby girl pushes Skye’s head out from under her arm...
... and roughly STUFFS Mitchell’s face between her breasts!
Given the number that had already been down on her, Skye’s struggles amount to a few weak flops of her nearly limp arms--and it’s debatable how much of that is willful resistance from Mitchell or an involuntary response to Avery’s jostling. As lax as FAWN might be with rule enforcement, it is impossible to ignore that the Li’lest Mitchell is hung up in the ropes, so the referee begins to count Christian toward disqualification.
After the count of “THREE!” Avery pushes the greasy, insensate features of Skylar Mitchell out of her cleavage, the brunette turning her back to her opponent and shuffling Skye’s jaw onto her shoulder. Bethany’s baby girl then kicks out her legs and falls to her back, Whiting Out ANY hopes of a miracle comeback from the Li’lest Mitchell.
WHITE OUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hmTJEE1_Z28
Swinging a leg over Mitchell’s chest, Avery settles into a seat atop Skye’s bosom, leaning forward and scooping up both legs. The official slides into place, checks Skylar’s shoulder and slaps off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!
DING! DING! DING!
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer declares, Bethany’s baby girl tossing aside Skylar’s stems and climbing to her feet, “your winner, via pinfall... AVVVEEERRRYYY CHHHRRRIIISSSTTTIIIAAANNN!!!!!”
Avery allows the referee to raise her hand, remaining in a standing straddle of the slumbering Skylar. Casting her gaze down at the vanquished youngster, the brunette asks, “I’m guessing you’re not gonna be down for a Very Berry Hibiscus later?”
Unsurprisingly, Skye’s only response is an extremely tiny bubble of spittle that momentary pushes past her pouty lips.
SKYLAR MITCHELL:
The FAWNatics do just that, turning things up to eleven even as the FAWN Arena’s sound system begins to pump out a not entirely familiar tune. That talent relations had sprung for an individual theme for the Li’lest Mitchell speaks volumes for the hopes they had in her tonight. And even without yet recording a victory in Orlando, young Skylar had already made a considerable impression on the Orlando faithful.
”HOMEGROWN HONEY”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GIQlZVdCRfI
With Darius Rucker playing over the speakers during her approach, the Li’lest Mitchell makes it a point to slap EVERY single hand offered her way--and ESPECIALLY the younger ones--as she lopes down the aisle and toward the ring. Finally, Mitchell dives under the bottom rope, springing to her feet. Skye unzips her hot pink hoodie to reveal 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 warn by her older sister Cynthia at the beginning of her career...)
Settling into her corner, Mitchell takes in a deep breath, hoping to pacify the swarm of butterflies congregating in the pit of her stomach. All she knew going into this evening was that she had a match--the matter who had been kept a secret from her, for reasons she didn’t quite know...
The pounding, ominous beginning of Disturbed’s 'The Sickness' filled the arena. Moments later, Bethany Christian herself stepped onto the ramp and onto the FAWN stage. The sight of the boss is enough to make any new employee’s heart jump into throat, though thankfully Bethany is dressed for the executive suite rather than combat, still looking stunning with a dark blue skirt and blazer.
BETHANY CHRISTIAN:
“Good evening, Ms. Mitchell,” the CEO of the company greets her. “You don’t know it yet, but you’re about to become a part of history. You see, tonight, we are going to see a momentous debut. Tonight, a young lady is about to launch FAWN’s newest wrestling dynasty. And she will do so, my dear, by taking the youngest member of FAWN’s original wrestling dynasty, and making that snot-nosed brat her sniveling bytch...”
The crowd unloads with a torrent of jeers, but in case anyone had been unclear on Christian’s meaning, Bethany helpfully adds, “I, of course, mean YOU, my dear.”
The Li’lest Mitchell stalks over to the ropes, her nerves having given way to anger. “Bring her out here!” Skylar shouts, taking a seat on the middle rope and holding the cables open. “Bring her momma out here, too! See if I’m scared...”
“Oh, you should be,” Bethany replies. “Especially as her ‘momma’...”
The stunning brunette’s voice took on an exaggerated southern drawl for that last word.
“... well, she’s already out here. Ladies and gentlemen, hailing from Kyoto, Japan but raised here in Orlando from the age of 6... She stands five feet three inches tall, but cuts every bit as imposing a figure as her mother even at one hundred and twenty five pounds... Ladies and gentlemen, would you please welcome to FAWN... AVVVEEERRRYYY CHHHRRRIIISSSTTTIIIAAANNN!!!!!”
The apple apparently falls at least a little bit from the tree, for the arrival of Bethany’s offspring is heralded not by Disturbed but rather Halestorm’s “Mayhem”. And a moment later, the curtains part...
AVERY CHRISTIAN:
”MAYHEM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SrVMzDw7ncs
Avery is indeed a stunning, fresh faced brunette with an hourglass figure that had no doubt kept many ticking down the days to when she would be eligible to debut here in FAWN. Bethany’s pride and joy sports a predominately white one-piece (worn ironically, no doubt) that seems designed with the jugg smother in mind--the ‘V’ neck plunges deeeeeep, to about one inch above Avery’s navel, baring her impressive cleavage to its fullest extent. Black straps run over her shoulders and criss-cross her back, with black trim around the legholes. Gold pads, wrist tape and boots complete the ensemble.
Mother and daughter stand at the top of the ramp, coming together for a quick hug before the younger Christian begins to saunter down the aisle. Avery keeps her distance from the FAWNatics, who are already more than willing to hold the sins of the mother against her. As she approaches the ring, Skye slips off the middle rope, stepping back and settling into a tense crouch. At ringside, Christian beckons the Li’lest Mitchell to hold the ropes open for her again, but Skylar isn’t nearly so eager to comply. Nodding slightly, Avery heads up the steps and slips into the ring, settling into her corner and beginning to stretch.
When the bell sounds, Mitchell and Christian both head out of their corners. “I’ve heard Sophie talk about you,” Skye says. “Always had good things to say about you. Said you were a sweet kid...”
“Sure,” Avery nods, then nudges her head in the direction of the entrance. “Back there. I’d even take you out for some Starbucks later, after I’ve kicked your ass. But I’m my mother’s daughter. The only way these people are gonna see me as anything other than a ruthless, conniving bytch is if I run as far away from Mom as I can. And I’m not about to do that...”
“Oh, there’s another way,” Skylar counters. “Just show them who you are. It’ll take a little while, sure. But they’ll accept you, eventually.”
Avery shakes her head. “You know what I hear, Skye?” she asks. “I hear a young punk too scared to lock up with me.”
“Oh, I’ll SHOW you scared,” the Li’lest Mitchell responds, surging forward. The young tyros tie-up... and before you know it, to the crowd’s delight, Skylar drives her foe back into the ropes. The referee calls for a break, and Skye steps back with two raised hands. “How’s THAT for scared?”
“Not bad,” Avery says with a sly grin. “But I bet you can’t do it again.”
“Oh, really?”
The two second generation superstars establish another collar and elbow tie-up... and Bethany’s daughter makes good on her wager, forcing Skylar into a grudging backpedal, until the Li’lest Mitchell’s back meets the ropes. Again, the official calls for a break, and Avery pulls back her hands...
... only to LIGHT UP Skye’s apple cheek with a thunderous bytch slap!
Mitchell might be a rookie herself, but she’s not about to let that disrespect stand. She explodes off the ropes and drives a couple of wicked stiff forearms into Avery’s bosom, forcing the curvaceous brunette to retreat. Claiming a wrist, Skylar sets her feet and attempts to perform an Irish whip, but Christian is ready, reversing it and launching the Li’lest Mitchell on her way. As her foe rebounds back toward her, Bethany’s little girl shifts her feet into a broadened stance, lowering her shoulder and knocking Skye to the canvas with a block. To her credit, Mitchell pops back up quickly, wheels and rushes into the ropes again. Only this time, Avery isn’t content to just wait for Mitchell to shoot toward her. She swivels on one heel, catching Skye flush in the jaw with a discus forearm smash.
DISCUS FOREARM SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzKJKG7P9WQ
The Li’lest Mitchell plummets to the mat, and this time, Avery goes with her, dropping to her knees off the youngster’s right flank. Fashioning her right hand into a claw, Christian PLUNGES her talons into Skylar’s tummy, Skye closing her eyes and wailing in pain as the belly claw goes to work punishing her abdominals. Christian wraps her left hand around her right wrist for further stability while Mitchell writhes and moans, but gamely refuses to submit.
Avery tightens her clawhold... but then uses her left hand to RIIIIP away the claw, Skylar shrieking and rolling over to her side. Climbing to her feet, Christian snatches a handful of Mitchell’s locks and pulls her fellow rookie up to a stooped base. Slipping an arm around her opponent’s neck, Avery shuffles Skye’s arm behind her neck and executes a stunning, crisp, snap swinging neckbreaker. Rolling over, Christian hooks a leg and gets the...
SNAP SWINGING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xYmhWpkJ8QQ
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Skylar kicks out.
“I don’t want to hurt you TOO bad,” Avery mutters, yanking Skylar up to her feet and lining her up with the far corner. “I’m GOING to hurt you, and bad. But you can save yourself SOME pain by just going down.” The voluptuous brunette whips the Li’lest Mitchell toward the buckles, and almost immediately takes off in a sprint behind her...
... but it seems Avery hasn’t done ALL her homework. Zooming into the corner, Skye grabs the top rope with both hands and kicks her legs high into the air, trailing behind her. Catching a shocked Avery’s noggin between her calves, Mitchell crosses her ankles and tightens her grip on the cables, one hand on either side of the top turnbuckle. And, making use of Christian’s own momentum, Skylar uses her stems to DRIVE her foe down, face fist into the middle buckle, Mitchell’s weight settling heavily on Avery’s shoulders.
TAR HEEL SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3vnKcZNWbp0
Skye remains astride Avery’s back until the official’s count reaches “THREE!”, at which point she rolls off and pulls the brunette up to her feet. Bullying the buxom beauty back into the ropes, Mitchell bodies up against her, claims a wrist, and launches Christian with an Irish whip. And as Avery hurtles back toward, the Li’lest Mitchell takes flight, leaping into a spinning heel kick that loudly strikes Bethany’s baby girl’s jaw.
SPINNING HEEL KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AnbPVKM6x5M
Christian hits the deck hard and goes skidding toward the ropes. And not willing to look a gift horse in the mouth, Avery keeps rolling, all the way underneath the bottom cable and dropping to the floor. Back in the ring, Skylar kips up--and instead of making a move to prevent the brunette’s escape, Mitchell pivots and sprints into the far ropes. Hitting the rubber coated steel, the Li’lest Mitchell darts toward her oblivious prey. As Avery starts to turn back toward the ring, Skye drops into a baseball slide, shooting under the bottom rope and snaking her legs around Christian’s neck. Bringing her hands to the apron, Mitchell pushes up and swings her body around Avery, using her momentum to whip her opponent down to the floor.
BASEBALL SLIDE HEADSCISSORS @4:22:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PsdG1fS11Z8
Basking in the cheers of the FAWNatics, Skye beams and pumps a fist as she gets back to her feet. Peeling Avery off the floor with a handful of hair, Mitchell starts to whip Christian toward the ringsteps, but Bethany’s baby girl slams on the brakes, summoning a reversal and sending Skylar into the steel, HARD!
The Li’lest Mitchell drops to her knee, her spine arched in anguish as she drops to a three point stance--her left hand reaching behind toward the small of her back. “Gloves comin’ off, huh?” Christian purrs, tugging Skylar up to her feet. “Not sure that’s a can of worms you wanna open...”
Reaching behind her foe, Avery takes a wrist and secures Skye’s left arm in a hammerlock. In the next instant, the curvaceous brunette slips her other arm past Mitchell’s hips and applies a bearhug, with that arm trapped. With a small grunt, Avery muscles the auburn haired, apple cheeked cutie off her feet, forcing the Li’lest Mitchell to slip her legs around Christian’s hips for support.
Bad move.
With nothing even coming close to mooring Skye, Avery easily charges toward the near ringpost. Mitchell realizes the danger far too late, only an instant before the steel beam SLAMS into her back and arm. “GYYYAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” Skylar howls, her gams slipping slightly out of their already loose scissors. Christian sends her foe up onto the apron with a small toss, then pushes her underneath the bottom rope.
Bethany’s baby girl climbs up after her, rolling into the ring. Instead of getting to her feet, however, Avery crawls toward her prey, laying on her side behind Mitchell as she starts to roll her fellow rookie over. As she does, Christian slips her legs around Skylar’s waist, ready to start bearing down with a bodyscissors...
... but let’s not bury the lede: as Skye tumbles over, her face falls directly into Avery’s copious cleavage. And as the brunette’s thighs begin to saw through Skylar’s midsection, Christian’s arms wraps around the back of the Li’lest Mitchell’s noggin, keeping it trapped there. A smirking Avery settles onto her back, adjusting her restraining grip on Skye’s melon to ensure that her own shoulders remain safely on the mat--a task made considerably more difficult by Mitchell’s thrashing and flailing.
“Nothing personal,” Avery whispered, so softly that its almost inconceivable that the sound penetrates the clammy flesh of her smothering bosom to reach Skylar’s ears. “But I need to make a statement tonight, to these fans and to the girls in the back.”
As the Li’lest Mitchell’s struggles begin to ebb, the official asks, “You still here, Skye?”
She doesn’t answer.
He starts to reach for Mitchell’s wrist... when Avery releases her scissors and gently shoves against Skye’s shoulders, sending the youngster flopping over to her stomach. Stepping between her opponent’s thighs, Christian stuffs Mitchell’s left boot against the pit of her right knee before folding that stem up, the brunette using her shin against Skylar’s to lock those legs tight. Then, leaning forward, Bethany’s baby girl slips her fingers inside the shoulder straps of Skye’s top and pulls back. It took three ‘snaps’ to spur the barely conscious Tar Heel’s arms to spasm into reach, but when they do, Avery snatches them effortlessly and pulls up. Placing her boot against the back of the Li’lest Mitchell’s skull, Christian paused for about two seconds...
... then shoved down with all her weight, DRIVING Skylar’s features into the thinly padded plywood of the mat without mercy.
DEATHLOCK CURBSTOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mTiqvwGqHkI
With even less pity, Avery gathers Skylar’s wrists and pulls back again, following ONE curbstomp with a second...
... and a THIRD...
... and a FOURTH...
... and, GOOD GAWD, EVEN A FIFTH!!!
Slipping her plant foot free between the Li’lest Mitchell’s thighs, Avery slips her other boot under Skye’s shoulder and spatulas her over. Placing a boot atop the Tar Heel’s bosom, the crowd redlines with rage as the official slides down and slaps off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
Skylar JUST gets a shoulder up.
Rolling her eyes, Avery raises her boot, only to DRILL her heel into the pit of Mitchell’s stomach. “GYYYYLLLLLUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” Skye gurgles, her large, round eyes snapping open and rolling back, her body folding up around the invasive foot. Easing her weight up from from Skylar’s navel, Christian snatches a handful of auburn locks and tugs her foe up to wobbly legs. Wrapping her left arm around the Li’lest Mitchell’s neck, Bethany’s baby girl pops her hips and hoists her opponent aloft...
... and KEEPS her there for a good ten second, before falling backward and completing the vertical suplex.
STALLING VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=e2BKLGUFPt8
Skylar vaults up to a seated position, and then somehow manages to remain on all fours after she tumbles over, the Li’lest Mitchell weakly managing to drag herself over to the ropes. Avery follows, grabs a handful of hair and THRUSTS Skye down, throat first across the middle cable. The official orders her to release the choke, and at the count of “FOUR!” Avery lets go of Skye’s hair...
... and instead drapes her thigh against the back of Mitchell’s neck, letting her body weight throttle the Tar Heel through to the a second count of “FOUR!” Relenting, Christian hauls Skylar up, the rookie’s legs quaking at the task of supporting her--so Bethany’s baby girl laces the Li’lest Mitchell’s arms over the top rope.
But she doesn’t stop there.
Reaching down, Avery grabs the middle rope and raises it, trapping Skylar’s biceps between two criss-crossed strands of rubber coated steel. Then, surprisingly, instead of pressing her advantage, the brunette turns away. But when the ref takes a step toward the bound beauty, Avery snarls over her shoulder, “I’d stay back, if I were you. Think my mom will fine me if I miss Skye and take out a ref instead?”
Christian charges into the far ropes, turning her back to the cables and allowing them to propel her back toward the writhing Skye at full speed. Her head bowed, it’s doubtful that the Li’lest Mitchell even sees Bethany’s baby girl jump into the air, swing her leg upward and SLAM the sole of her boot until Skylar’s mug with a MASSIVE Yakuza kick.
YAKUZA KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_QXJ5rGs1Wg
Mitchell’s legs shudder and give way, her trapped arms becoming the ONLY thing holding her semi-upright. And when Avery returns the cables to their proper alignment, Skye topples forward, into her opponent’s waiting arms... and her face settles, once again, perilously close to Christian’s cleavage. Smirking, the brunette gently strokes Skylar’s hair and mutters, “All in due time, kid.” Taking the youngster’s wrist, Avery whips her foe into the far corner, following Mitchell in and crushing the Tar Heel underneath an avalanche splash.
Again, Skye’s legs are ready to give way, but this time Christian nudges her shoulder into Mitchell’s abdomen, and she bullies the auburn haired ingenue up to a perch on the top rope. Avery then climbs to the top rope in front of her prey, the curvy brunette pulling Skylar up and stuffing her head underneath her left arm. The crowd draws in an alarmed, collective breath when Christian reaches behind Skye’s left thigh and hooks it, but the Li’lest Mitchell is incapable of preventing Bethany’s baby girl from powering her into the air, falling back from the top rope, and SPIKING Mitchell’s skull with a jaw-dropping avalanche fisherman’s buster.
AVALANCHE FISHERMAN’S BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6RXq7rQyTM
Avery quite possibly could have pinned her there, but she doesn’t. Instead, she rises and begins to hairhaul the remains of the Li’lest Mitchell to her feet. Slipping an arm through Skye’s thighs, Christian scoops the auburn haired, apple cheeked cutie up, slinging Mitchell across her shoulder and leaving Skye’s face nestled perilously close to the brunette’s crotch. With one arm tight to Skye’s back, Avery’s other hand settles against the back of her foe’s head.
“Here endeth the lesson,” Bethany’s baby girl taunts, then drops to her backside, bending her legs up at the knees. That guiding hand of Christian’s directs Skylar to an absolutely chilling face first impact with the canvas, snapping Mitchell’s head and neck back disturbingly before she tumbles over into a boneless heap. As the Li’lest Mitchell shudders and spasms, Avery casually settles down propped up on her elbows, her legs crossed, her left boot resting beside her right knee.
CHRISTIAN CRUNCHER @1:06:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RvJ6s6ajyxo
It takes only the slightest effort to turn her body, Avery slipping an arm underneath Skylar’s noggin as she reclines across her chest...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Avery sits up, pulling Skye up as well and earning a cascade of boos and insults.
“Finish it, Avery,” the referee chides her.
“Who do you think you are?” Bethany’s baby girl asks. “My dad? Should we get MOM’S opinion on that?”
The referee hems and haws, and Avery turns her attention back to what’s left of the Li’lest Mitchell. Scraping her off the canvas, Christian slips her arm around Skylar’s neck and appears ready to deliver a vertical suplex. But instead, the brunette lets Skye fall forward, her shins landing against the top rope on either side of the turnbuckle. With the ropes taking their share of Mitchell’s weight, Bethany’s baby girl pushes Skye’s head out from under her arm...
... and roughly STUFFS Mitchell’s face between her breasts!
Given the number that had already been down on her, Skye’s struggles amount to a few weak flops of her nearly limp arms--and it’s debatable how much of that is willful resistance from Mitchell or an involuntary response to Avery’s jostling. As lax as FAWN might be with rule enforcement, it is impossible to ignore that the Li’lest Mitchell is hung up in the ropes, so the referee begins to count Christian toward disqualification.
After the count of “THREE!” Avery pushes the greasy, insensate features of Skylar Mitchell out of her cleavage, the brunette turning her back to her opponent and shuffling Skye’s jaw onto her shoulder. Bethany’s baby girl then kicks out her legs and falls to her back, Whiting Out ANY hopes of a miracle comeback from the Li’lest Mitchell.
WHITE OUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hmTJEE1_Z28
Swinging a leg over Mitchell’s chest, Avery settles into a seat atop Skye’s bosom, leaning forward and scooping up both legs. The official slides into place, checks Skylar’s shoulder and slaps off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!
DING! DING! DING!
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer declares, Bethany’s baby girl tossing aside Skylar’s stems and climbing to her feet, “your winner, via pinfall... AVVVEEERRRYYY CHHHRRRIIISSSTTTIIIAAANNN!!!!!”
Avery allows the referee to raise her hand, remaining in a standing straddle of the slumbering Skylar. Casting her gaze down at the vanquished youngster, the brunette asks, “I’m guessing you’re not gonna be down for a Very Berry Hibiscus later?”
Unsurprisingly, Skye’s only response is an extremely tiny bubble of spittle that momentary pushes past her pouty lips.