Post by bigfan on Oct 1, 2016 4:02:39 GMT
Soft melodic hip-hop flows through the arena and the crowd’s collective gaze turns to the upper stage. Having made a big booty-sized impression in her debut, there’s no mistaking it’s time for a sophomore effort from the ba-donka-donkiest rookie on the roster.
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8tEyAAniu5U&index=36&list=PLFgquLnL59anjMBFmfztjKvngIUN1F987)
‘That’s Me Right There’ from Jasmine V has the crowd in a bad mood when the newly minted African-American dazzler emerges from stage right, her manager Demetria Andrews close behind, the former FAWN grappler showing Washington off like her most precious possession. Shifting her hips in a delicious sashay, the crowd is seemingly mesmerized by the action of Jasmine’s hips and booty, the newbie built with an abundance of junk in the trunk.
JASMINE WASHINGTON
:
Flashing signs and shaking dat ass, J-Dogg works her way down the ramp. Dressed in a tiny black hoodie, ( black version of the following: i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/biggerb/Jasmine-clothing.jpg~original ) the grappler snaps her head back to clear the hood and her shoulder-length ebony locks behind. She waggles her way down the aisle as if she owns the place, her face only turning sour when shying away from the extended hands of the crowd.
Beneath the woman wears camo boy-cut trunks (http://s2.photobucket.com/user/biggerb/media/Jasmine-clothing%20below.jpg.html ) which accentuate her bootylicious backside all the more. Below are black pads and boots.
Reaching the ring, Wash hops to the apron and swishes her rump from side to side before swinging a leg through and following. Jasmine sits on the middle cable and pushes the top up for her boss, Demetria slipping through with ease. Both women swagger to the middle, Andrews calling for a microphone. The manager catches the stick from mid-air and draws it to her lips.
“Eating up and spitting out Wonder Bread at the last Pay Per View was just a show,” Denetria purrs, “but tonight we take dat old ass and kick it to the curb. There’s only room for ONE woman to fight Da Man.”
The crowd seems torn between their immediate dislike for the rookie and her mouthpiece and the general disdain for the Rumpshaker Jasmine would be trying to dethrone.
“My girl straight from Hotlanta G-A? She what it’s all about now, bytches. So with the preliminaries out of da way, let’s put away LK.”
While the FAWNatics attempt to come to grips with the arrogance of this rookie and her mouthpiece, the man in the tux steps forward to resume his introductions. “And her opponent, hailing from Houston, Texas... She stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds…”
His voice trails off when whatever was on his reference cards forces him to do a double-take. Then, clearing his throat and with little enthusiasm for this part, he says, “Ladies and gentlemen, she demands that you all bow down and show the appropriate respect for… THE NUBIAN QUEEN… LaaaKKKEEEIIISSSHHHAAA BAAATTTEEESSS!!!”
LAKEISHA BATES:
If ‘appropriate respect’ means a deafening torrent of boos and jeers... well, that’s the usual response that greets the Nubian Queen. Tonight, however, the FAWNatics also provide a smattering of sparse but audible cheers when Bubba Sparxxx’s “Ms New Booty” starts to pump over the loudspeakers. LaKeisha Bates bursts through the curtains and the swell of noise only increases as she spreads her arms and legs in wide 'V's and slaps her hands together at her crotch. Her hands move to her hips where she indignantly views the crowd, all members of 'The Man's Army’.
”MISS NEW BOOTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=znUS2KqPYCw
Bates stands clad in gold bikini bottoms with a thick black edging and a matching bandeau top with similar thick black edging. The letters LK are inscribed across the top in flowing, black-glitter script. Around her waist is a thick black belt--for lack of a better term--that splits into a diamond shape around the front to frame her navel in the center of the shape. Top, belt and bottoms are connected by a pair of heavy black rings -- a third and final ring connects the top to a black choker around her throat. Inscribed across the back of her briefs is 'RUMPSHAKA' in the same flowing black script that graces her bosom. The look is completed with flat black boots and pads, the boots stenciled with LK in gold script.
The former World AND Tag Team Champion eventually reaches ringside, and ascends the steps with all the majesty one would expect of the Nubian Queen. Bates promptly DEMANDS that the referee open the ropes for her, which he does--albeit with some reluctance. Entering the ring, LaKeisha doesn’t even spare her opponent for tonight a passing glance. Instead, she marches directly up to her cousin, her fellow FAWN Original and original tag team partner, and gets totally up in Demetria’s grill. “This how it gonna be, huh?” Bates asks. “You KNOW yo ass can’t take me, so you bring in some punk bytch to take the whoopin’ for you?”
Andrews shoves LaKeisha, perhaps moving her a step. "Better to deal with my gurl who's not a sellout than my blood who is," demetria says. "Plus, J-Dogg already promised she'd leave sometin of you for me to deal with afterward. So you're going to be seein' a whole lot of ass 'night." Jasmine intervenes when LaKeisha steps to her cuz. "Back off, bytch. You ain't heard of the New Era? I'm bigger. I'm badder. And Demetria damn sure smarter, 'cause she knows I'm pointin' up and you're, well, sagging down." Washington and Andrews chuckle and turn to each other to share a high-five.
Only as they turn, LaKeisha also goes into action, her arms flashing upward. Fingers plunging into both Demetria and Jasmine’s mane, the Nubian Queen presses her palms flat against the back of each noggin and shoves forward, looking to clank Skank One and Skank Two’s foreheads together in a very early meeting of the minds.
As the hands of the rookie and her manager connect together with a 'SLAP' so the noggin of each join in a simultaneous 'CLUNK'. The heads snap back and each woman wobbles in front of Bates to the sound of delight from the crowd. Demetria's right hand comes to her forehead. "Bytch! Playin' to Da Man's drones. Oh they're lovin' you!" A wincing Washington tries to steady her manager with one arm while throwing a right forearm at Bates' chest with the other, the bell an afterthought at this point for the newbie.
But with Washington’s ears still ringing and her attention diverted in two direction, LaKeisha is able to block that shot and sweep away J-Dawg’s arm. She then, once again, grabs hold of the rookie’s hair, but this time she uses that grip to send the off balance youngster turning away before the Nubian Queen sends a swift toe kick into the pit of Demetria’s stomach. Aware that the official still hasn’t called for a bell, and knowing that that left her cousin fair game for the moment, Bates swivels away as Andrews doubles over, the upward curve of LaKeisha’s rump coming to rest against the back of Demetria’s head.
Before Jasmine can turn and interrupt, LK drops to her well-padded derriere and DRIVES Demetria's face into the deck with frightening force. After the rattle of the ring fades, LaKeisha sits next to the gobsmacked Andrews, unhooking Demetria's arms at her leisure. Bates turns and rises to her knees, motioning to the barely conscious manager. A few feet away, Jasmine's jaw is mid-drop, unsure how to respond, as her back-up is tended to by the official.
LK gives the rookie a 'So whatya doin?' look and Washington seems lacking of an answer, particularly without an opening bell or advisor. J-Dawg screams at the ref to get Bates back and leave Demetria to her. Washington taps the cheek of her manager lightly with limited success in getting her to respond. "You've got ten seconds, Jasmine," the zebra informs. "Get her out. Because I'm starting this match." A furious Jasmine scoops under Andrews' arms and drags Demetria on her heels to the rookie's corner, where she lightly lays Andrews down and tries to roll her out while not plopping her manager to the floor below... when the bell RINGS.
And that bell is still echoing when the Nubian Queen marches into the rookie’s corner and latches on to Jasmine’s hair once again. Giving Washington’s noggin a harsh tug, Bates pulls the youngster up to her full height, then slips her arms underneath J-Dawg’s. Even as her fingers start to lace together behind Jasmine’s head, LaKeisha starts to back it up, creating separation between the duo and the corner--all the better for her to unleash her full nelson atomic drop.
FULL NELSON ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7vkdHWPBPAs
Washington howls as LaKeisha yanks the rookie to her feet. Bates' arms quickly snake under and around those of the startled Jasmine. Washington tries to slip free but finds LK's strength something entirely different than Riley Shayne's. Bates slips her fingers together in a tight nelson, but really shows the rookie the big leagues when she LAUNCHES J-Dawg HIGH into the air. And while LK drops to her ass from a reasonable height, Jasmine is delivered to a tailbone-crunching landing from a half dozen feet higher. Her butt is planted into the thinly-sheathed plywood and the look on Washington's face is one of utter anguish.
Climbing to her feet, LaKeisha’s hands appear to be magnetically drawn to Jasmine’s hair, for they once again swoop into the rookie’s locks. Snarling, the Nubian Queen hoist her foe back tto verticality... and then some, slinging J-Dawg back into her corner with considerable force. The impact with which Washington’s back hits the buckles is enough to knock the slightly stirring Demetria down to the floor, while also sending the youngster crashing to the ass she can’t stop talking about. Sauntering in, Bates kicks Jasmine’s legs open a little wider before turning her hip toward Washington’s mug, intent on showing her that the original Baddest Ass in FAWN *remains* the best...
TEXAS STAMPEDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=w5rPyTfBpt4
LaKeisha THUMPS her right hip into Jasmine's mug a trio of times then spins to batter the rookie's face with three from her left . With her foe's head already on a wobble from Bates' introduction to her so-called New Era replacement, LK moves to center stage and gives her world-renowned backside a couple meaty slaps. Suddenly, she turns and races at Washington. The veteran hops into the air with the help of the top ropes and uses them to swing her rump HARD into Jasmine's chest a half-dozen times, leaving J-Dawg ragdolled and reclining after the booty bombardment.
A funny thing happens on LK’s way back to the center of the ring: a large portion, perhaps even a majority, of the FAWNatics appear to actually be CHEERING for her. Even the Nubian Queen herself seems taken aback... for about a millisecond. Then, her arms raise up, hands motioning for the crowd to INCREASE their volume. Perhaps even more surprising than the cheers, the audience OBLIGES her. “What I thought...” Bates grins, her hips further winning the crowd to her side with a sassy swivel as she moves toward the opposite corner, ready to Back It Up a little more...
BACKIN’ IT UP @10:31:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cCJQHU7nWFk
As LK reaches the distant set of buckles, Demetria's dragged her body up enough to lean on the apron. Her still cloudy dark eyes are filled with the sight of her hard-charging cousin. The dazed, greasy-faced rookie can't seem to say the same, her droopy head taking Bates out of her eyeline. Andrews shouts a warning and reaches in to grab a wrist of her charge, but the newly minted manager isn't fast enough to pull Washington out of LK's way and Bates front flips into a head-banging, booty-bashing, Jasmine being proven out of her league more and more by the moment.
Taking J-Dawg’s ankles, LaKeisha draaaaaaaags the outclassed rook back toward the middle of the ring. Once there, Bates falls to her knees and pushes down on Washington’s gams, folding Jasmine up into a matchbook. Leaning forward so that her belly rests against the youngster’s rump, the Nubian Queen presses down against her foe’s thighs, holding her pinned for...
ONE...
TWO...but hold the phone on THREE as Washington sends a spasmodic jerk through her frame to the great relief of Demetria. Jasmine lands on her side in front of the veteran and while LaKeisha seems more amused than upset at the effort, Washington pushes up to hands and knees and turns her highly self-touted tail from Bates and crawls toward the nearest set of ropes for a quick time out.
“What, it gettin’ too hot for ya in here?” Bates asks with a confident smirk. “Thought you was from Hotlanta?” Before Washington can offer any sort of rebuttal, the Nubian Queen delivers a vicious stomp to the base of the rookie’s spine, flattening her to her stomach. LaKeisha then takes a seat beside her prey, reaching over to pull Jasmine up to a seated position. Scooting forward behind J-Dawg, Bates starts to slip her legs around the youngster’s waist, aiming to secure a bodyscissors--and no doubt planning to add a full nelson to the equation, if she could? And after that... well, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what the next step from Bates would be, and what would be in store for Washington’s highly touted keester.
Placed on her behind, Jasmine tries scooting the rest of the way to the saving strands, but when Bates sends her thighs over those of the rookie and the thick legs encircle the LK knockoff, Washington finds her backside glued in place. The situation goes from bad to worse when LaKeisha cinches the legs tight around Washington's ribs and locks her ankles. Behind the back of the rookie, Bates secures another full nelson, keeping J-Dawg's head locked in place and her arms, raised high in alligator fashion. Jasmine squeaks out a 'no' as LK leans back and takes Jasmine's booty off the canvas. She ends in Bates' lap as LK pins herself for a split second then thrusts her pelvis forward. vaulting Jasmine HIGH before she'd brought down HARD.
Wash's keister PLOWS into the deck, her tailbone stuck into the deck like a lawndart. On the outside, Demetria, runs her fingers through her hair, the inexperienced manager seemingly without a clue as to how to turn this around. In the ring, Jasmine starts shaking her head the little she can as she starts rising again and again her ass is sent barreling into the unforgiving plywood, two, three, FOUR, FIVE times, the last one causing her to cry out.
Relinquishing the full nelson, Bates rolls to her left, turning the rookie over and exposing her upturned rump to the somewhat soothing sensation of the FAWN Arena’s refrigerated air. That’s the good news. The BAD news is that Washington is stacked up on her shoulders, pinned for...
ONE...
TWO...
... but Jasmine kicks loose, spilling over to her side. Climbing to her feet, LaKeisha hairhauls J-Dawg back to bootleather before stuffing her opponent’s head under her left arm. Grabbing a handful of waistband, Bates’ eyes lock on her cousin’s at ringside. “Gonna be PLENTY of me left for you, bytch,” the Nubian Queen hisses, then pops her hips, attempting to power Washington up for a gourdbuster.
GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2E9GxNMdCE
LK collects the rookie in a front facelock and drags the blasted Jasmine to her feet. Bates dips to gain a little extra leverage to launch the deadweight, but Wash manages to snake her right leg around Bates' left and stay planted despite the Rumpshaker's best effort. A growling LaKeisha tries to power through but J-Dawg blocks again. Frustrated, LK lifts her free right leg and pistons a set of knees into the chest of the bent Washington. That proves to do the trick as, on the next try, LaKeisha sends Jasmine high, heels over head, before bringing her back down the way she came, splattering the Badass from Hotlanta into the deck, gourdbusted.
The Nubian Queen could have easily shoveled the youngster over and gone for a pin, but she doesn’t. Instead, Bates is content to stand over the demolished rookie, hands on her hips, nodding slightly to an unusual ovation. On the floor, Demetria slaps the apron in frustration, which spurs LaKeisha to give her cousin a brief glance over her shoulder and an infuriating smirk. Finally, however, Jasmine begins to stir again, moaning softly as she struggles to roll over... and that movement serves to spring the former World and Tag Team champion into action. Bates sprints into the ropes, charging back at Washington from the youngster’s south. Leaping into the air, LaKeisha extends her legs, but it’s “dat ass” she’s aiming to drop, right down on J-Dawg’s bosom.
Staring down both 'barrels', Jasmine's dark eyes widen, as she's about to get bootyshocked. But as LaKeisha goes up, Washington manages to roll to the side, leaving nothing but bare canvas for LaKeisha's landing. Bates' butt THUMPS into the thinly-covered plywood, her tailbone driving hard into the deck. A few feet away, Jasmine pushes to hands and knees under the watchful eye and full throat of Andrews. "Take advantage, Dawg," Demetria shouts. But recovery from a Bates' backside barrage doesn't come quickly and, when she manages to get vertical, Jasmine wobbles toward the ropes, grabbing and hanging on, Washington shaking out an attic full of cobwebs.
LaKeisha bounces up from her backside to her knees, the referee’s eyes trailing her as she rises... but briefly, his gaze is pulled back down as, for a split second, it had appeared to him that the Nubian Queen’s ass had actually left a dent in the canvas. But closer inspection reveals no damage to the combat surface, and though Bates massages her hindquarters with both hands, she too is more embarrassed than actually hurt. Pushing up to her feet with a scowl, LaKeisha locates Jasmine quickly, the novice sagging against the cables. And then the FAWN Original is off like a shot, her right arm extended, looking to connect with a massive clothesline that would doubtless send Washington spilling over the top rope and down to the floor.
As it seems Washington is ready to be put through the spin cycle, the rookie grabs the top rope with both hands and flops toward the canvas as much as the spring of the cables will allow. It's enough to avoid Bates' clothesline AND send LK tumbling over. LaKeisha bounces off the mat on the outside, crumpling to a heap on the floor below. Immediately, Jasmine uses the ropes to spring back up into the ref's grill. "I was in da ropes and she still tried to punk me. I know you work for Da Man but you can'ts allow dat." As the ref argues his point, Demetria skulks around the corner, measuring her former partner, ready to race to her cousin and dent her temple with the sole of her Nike.
They might not be wrestling boots, but it’s still a solid impact when Andrews’ kick meets the side of LaKeisha’s noggin, dropping the Nubian Queen from all fours back to her stomach in a groaning heap. From the front row, some wiseguy remarks, “Must be the shoes, man...” And for that, his reward is a withering glare from the former wrestler and now manager. Between the tumble over the ropes, the collision with the scarcely padded floor and the Jordan to the temple, the previously dominant Nubian Queen is seemingly anything but as she works her way back to a seated position, shaking her head... but with an ominous form hovering over her, instinct still compels Bates to take a swing toward her cousin’s midsection.
LaKeisha sinks the balled fist into Andrews' gut. Demetria grunts, doubling over, if slightly. She responds with several clubbing forearms to Bates' back then snatches LK by a shoulder and hip. She swings the Rumpshaker back to her feet and back in under the bottom rope. Dismissing her conversation with the official, J-Dawg sinks her nails into LK's locks and rips the FAWN Original to her feet. But LaKeisha doesn't stay vertical long as Jasmine shows off some solid power by scooping and slamming the curvy Nubian Queen. "Dat's right," she howls at the crowd, flashing a couple signs at her manager. Wash moves to a standing straddle of the flattened Bates and leaps into the air above her foe's chest, ready to mushroom stomp the considerable assets on Bates' chest.
The Nubian Queen’s bounty is momentarily pancaked by Jasmine’s heels, LaKeisha letting out a loud gasp as Washington bounces off her prey and struts away. Bates’ arms fly upward, folding across her chest protectively as her boots drum against the match. But while she might be in pain, the veteran and icon remains defiant, spitting out a, “Byyyyytch! Yo’ ass... gonna... unnnnhhh... gonna pay for that...”
"Ya mean like the way Da Man paid for your services?" Jasmine grunts back. , Washington leaps again. coming down atop LK's gut with both boots. Bates jackknifes under the quickly confident rookie. J-Dawg tries to take her advantage out for a booty-bouncing spin as she leaps again, this time throwing her legs out in front of her, planning to send her derriere deep into Bates' solar plexus and teach the old-timer there's a new booty in town.
That new booty connects hard, LaKeisha’s cheeks puffing as she utters another loud, breathy groan. J-Dawg bounces one way, and the Nubian Queen rolls in the other, her knees drawing up toward her chest as she coughs and sputters. Eventually, Bates regains enough breath to rasp at the official, “Those bottoms... GOTTA be loaded...”
It might be wrong, but he can’t help but grin in bemusement--if only for a fraction of a second.
"Oh you wish. That's all J-Dawg, Mama K.," Wash informs. Already on her feet, Jasmine gives both her cheeks a meaty slap and a waggle, the FAWNatics jeering at the arrogant rook. Jasmine reaches down and snatches Bates' right wrist. Washington hauls the Nubian Queen to her feet and whips her rival toward the opposite ropes, only for LaKeisha to reverse. Jasmine speeds toward the cables instead and barrels back at a dipping LK, the Rumpshaker apparently looking to back body drop the Badass to her tailbone. But Jasmine jumps to a stop and grabs LaKeisha by the noggin, hoping to bust some face ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=DvwfnMypR3Q )
It’s the vet who makes the rookie mistake, and the newcomer who capitalizes, SLAMMING the Nubian Queen’s mug down into the mat with all the force that she can muster. The collision of LaKeisha’s features with the canvas proves hard enough to rocket the former World and Tag Team champion up to her knees, where she remains for seemingly 5 minutes, though it’s probably closer to that many seconds in reality. Her dulled eyes gaze ahead, blinking, her jaw hanging somewhat slack as her body sways in the breeze. Eventually, Bates utters three small words...
“Get her, Holly...”
... and then topples forward, her tag team partner of long ago only hearing that instruction on television, if at all.
Jasmine chuckles at Bates, knowing very well for whom LK is asking. "Dementia hits the elderly hard," Washington razzes, giving LaKeisha's raised rump an echoing open-hand. Bates flinches, rising to all fours from the stinging rebuke. "Stay on her," Demetria advises warily. "Don't let her deploy." "Yeah, you better tell her, cuz," LK shouts back, until the Badass delivers a boot to Bates' ribs that sends her barrelrolling to her back. Hopping over the splayed Rumpshaker, the rookie climbs the nearby buckles. Her boots on either middle rope, staring into the bellowing crowd, Wash bounces in place, gearing up for lift-off, and a signature Ass Bomb, this time the target being LaKeisha's mug.
Unfortunately for the rook, her Ass Bomb proves off target--well, not exactly. It’s just that the target proves to be a moving one, LaKeisha rolling out of the way and leaving Washington’s rump to smash down atop thinly padded plywood. J-Dawg bounces up to her knees, both hands instinctively sweeping to meet her throbbing cheeks--and connecting with a ‘clap’ that prompts a wincing gasp from the upstart (lower case). “DAMMIT, GIRL,” Demetria barks, “I told you, STAY. ON. HER!”
Massaging some of the sting out of her cheeks, Jasmin nods wordlessly as she pushes back to her feet, turning to find Bates struggling to work her way up to verticality as well. Stomping toward her prey, Wash snatches some edges and tugs the Nubian Queen up, after which she attempts to whip LaKeisha into the ropes. Alas, Bates has other ideas, first reversing the effort, but then reeling Jasmine back in with an abrupt yank on her arm, hard enough to spin the youngster’s back to the FAWN Original. And as J-Dawg stumbles in a backpedal toward, LaKeisha’s arms shift upward, looking to slip a noose around Washington’s neck in the form of a sleeper.
LK's arms snake around Washington's head and neck with practiced precision. As they clamp tight, Jasmine immediately thrashes into panic mode, flailing wildly as she tries to throw an elbow behind her and find a tender piece of Bates. The points bounce fairly harmlessly off LaKeisha's sides as she bears down, decreasing the blood flow through J-Dawg's cartoid. A dozen seconds of struggle has Jasmine's legs growing noticeably wobbly, Washington blinking her eyes wide to keep her focus on the ropes in front of her. At Demetria's frantic urging, Jasmine struggles to drag the Rumpshaker with her and wrap an arm around the top cable before losing her balance.
As soon as J-Dawg gets a grip on the cable, the official orders a break. “Why don’t I think yo’ ass would be steppin’ in this quick if some bytch like London had ME in a sleeper, and *I* reached the ropes?” the Nubian Queen asks, refusing to relinquish her hold until the referee’s count reaches four. Her arms then pull away--but ONLY long enough to ensure the zebra stops counting, before she plunges her hands into Jasmine’s tresses and pushes the youngster’s face toward the rubber coated steel. With Washington’s eyes tight against the top rope, Bates bares down and draaaaaaags the shrieking Wash toward the far corner. Arriving, LaKeisha uses her grip on Jasmine’s locks to pull the rookie toward her, guiding J-Dawg’s head under her left arm, from where she can unleash her spinning brainbuster.
SPINNING BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4en7pxcizB4 )
Bates' uses her unrivaled base to pop the rookie off her feet. She twists in a snap suplex-like motion but drops Jasmine on her noggin instead of her back. The groan from the crowd is indicative of how "bad" the maneuver hits. Washington's momentum sends her up to a momentary seat before she flops to her side and rolls to her back, staring at the rafters in a daze. But that's not the only sound coming from the FAWNatics. More and more turn toward the aisle in a buzz. They can hardly believe their eyes as they watch the ultimate prodigal daughter's striding down the aisle with Louis Vuitton handbag tightly gripped in a hand. The blonde wears a black one-piece, leather belt around her midriff, lace covering her shoulders and upper arms. Kylie, yes Kylie freakin' Sanders, completes her gear with black boots and pads.
( i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/biggerb/louis_vuitton-31.jpg~original )
The not so dearly departed, not seen in a ring for the better part of a year, ignores the attention, her hazel eyes glued to the ring and the combatants inside. She reaches ringside and throws up a palm toward Demetria when Andrews starts barking at her. Sanders moves to a neutral corner under the watchful eye of EVERYONE who has an available one to place on her.
Like everyone else in the building, the Nubian Queen’s eyes are momentarily glued to the new arrival. And while Bates and Sanders might find themselves on the same side of the law in this day and age, it’s hard to forget that these two women have been part of a feud almost literally as old as FAWN itself--that is NOT something that often becomes mere water under the bridge.
Still, Bates is a veteran, and she knows she has business to take care of in the ring. Climbing to her feet, LaKeisha hairhauls J-Dawg up as well, then roughly SHOVES Jasmine’s head between her powerful thighs. Clamping down on the standing headscissors, Bates slips her fingers into the legholes of Washington’s bottoms and gives them a sharp, upward tug, causing most of the fabric to disappear between Jasmine’s cheeks. With the ass that would be queen mostly bared for all the world to see, a smirking LK reaches down and claims two handfuls, giving them a possessive squeeze. “This is STILL *MY* ring, playa,” Bates mutters before grabbing at J-Dawg’s waistband, ready to spike Wash’s skull with her pulling piledriver.
With Jasmine reeling, the LK knock-off being proven lesser quality than the real thang, Wash can provide little in the way of defense. The rubbery rookie is yanked into the headscissors and Bates' thighs clamp down tight. Wash whimpers like a scalded J-Dawg when LaKeisha collects her super-wedgie and the disaster is only growing when Washington is hauled vertical, the crown of her had pointed at the canvas. On the sidelines, Demetria turns away, not wanting to see the results.
Meanwhile, Kylie silently observes with rapt attention, her right hand balled in a fist, seemingly ready to pump when the inevitable drop to her knees comes from Bates. Jasmine's head is SPIKED into the canvas and she timbers to her face and chest, spasms her only sign of consciousness. Kylie moves up to the middle ring step and gives LK an ovation, many in the confused crowd joining her. She then turns the clapping to the assembled, whistling and whooping for her former bitter rival.
The Nubian Queen regards her age old adversary with a quizzically tilted head and a raised eyebrow. “Oh, you like what you see, huh?” Bates asks, pushing up to her feet. Grabbing a wrist, LaKeisha drags Washington into the very corner that Kylie resides in on the outside. “Then I guess you’d like a front row seat for this, wouldn’t ya, Nebraska?” Dropping J-Dawg’s arm with the crown of the rookie’s skull pointed toward the ring post, Bates turns and mounts the middle rope, much as Jasmine had done just moments ago. Holding onto the top rope with both hands, LK begins to bounce on the middle rope, preparing to detonate her very own Ass Bomb...
To add to the confusion, Demetria leaps to the apron and grabs the collar of the referee, pulling the man toward her. "Get Wonder Bread, the hell out of here. She ain't got no bizness being up in our bizness." As the man tries to explain he's planning on doing that very thing, Kylie, having turned to LK once the familiar term of 'Nebraska' curdles in her ears, scrambles from middle step to top step to middle ropes outside the post. WIth a startled Bates, just pulling her palms away from the top ropes in defense, Kylie lands a Euro uppercut to the chin of LaKeisha that nearly sends Bates flying off from her perch. As she's about to tumble, Kylie grabs a shoulder to steady her longtime rival, only to kick out one of Bates' legs at the ankle.
The result is a wicked set of splits by the Rumpshaker and a fall to the deck, the back of her head clunking to the canvas, LaKeisha ending next to a softly stirring Jasmine. Wash manages to roll and plop an arm across Bates' bounty. Sanders sneers as she hops to the floor. "Don't call me, Nebraska." Suddenly pointing instead of arguing, Demetria guides the gaze of the zebra toward the pinning predicament and a first managerial win.
And as soon as he sees Jasmine on her belly with an arm draped across the Nubian Queen’s chest, he slides into position and checks Bates’ shoulders, unaware of the role Kylie Sanders had played in bringing about this state of affairs...
ONE...
Kylie, meanwhile, tries her best (and, like so many times during her earlier incarnation as a crowd sweetheart, fails) to suppress a satisfied chuckle. For their part, the FAWNatics are shellshocked, stunned by this turn of events--and with the idea of cheering to rally LaKeisha still something of an alien concept, there’s mostly stunned silence for...
TWO...
Bates can only blink her eyes, the wicked impact of the back of her skull striking the mat dazing her senses, and the waves of red hot agony radiating from her traumatized hamstrings keeping her body paralyzed for...
THREENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JUST before the official's hand can strike the canvas one last times, Bates barely manages to shrug a shoulder off the deck, breaking the count.
As Demetria screams at the official, complaining about saving Da Man's narc, Kylie's eyes bounce from LaKeisha to Jasmine, both women in states of serious disrepair. J-Dawg crawls toward the ropes and starts to climb through but gets met with a healthy slap to the cheek. "No," Sanders says. She points at Bates who's struggling to hands and knees. There's no direct response to 'Wonder Bread' other than to take her inferred advice. J-Dawg pushes to her feet nearly at the same moment LaKeisha manages, LK limping through a turn to find her knock-off.
As she does, Jasmine dips, sending her head through Bates' legs, a scary proposition at any time. But in this instance, Jasmine manages to wrap her arms around LK's thighs and vaults the Rumpshaker up and over a shoulder, catching her opponent on the way down her back. With a wriggling LaKeisha glued to Washington's back and backside, Jasmine drops to her knees and SPIKES LK with her Ass Backwards Driver ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=slN0_8QaRuI )
As LaKeisha sprawls, Demetria shouts out 'You down with ABD?' And surprisingly, to say the least, it isn't Jasmine that replies 'Yeah, you know me." Instead, it's a laughing Wonder Bread. Inside the ring, an exhausted Washington covers Bates with a crossbody, hooking a leg for the ONE...TWO...THREE!
At the base of the steps, Demetria and Kylie hug in front of a silent, disbelieving crowd. They stroll up, arm in arm, and slide through on either side of the post, helping the winner to her feet as the ring announcer makes it official. "Your winner...by pinfall...Jasmine Washington!"
The crowd shows its obvious displeasure, but it doesn't affect the threesome hugging it out in the ring. Kylie is the first to break out and call for a microphone. Raising it to her lips forces the FAWNatics to a new volume and she screams over it. "This has-been doesn't know the feeling of Da Man when all his power is turned on and stays there. When she felt it, she caved. When I did, I fought back and nearly paid for it with my career. Well I'm back and this Badass from Hotlanta is here to help me stick it to Da Man and all his bytches...LIKE THIS ONE." Kylie points at the stirring LaKeisha. Noticing the movement, she hands the stick to Andrews.
Yanking the semiconscious La Keisha up into a dragon sleeper hold, Kylie has the temerity to step over Bates' dipped head and lock on an inverted standing head scissors. You can almost hear every audience member shout "oh no she ain't" simultaneously. But oh yes she is. LK weakly tries to pry her way free, face pressed deep and tight into Kylie's relatively tiny derriere and Sanders drops the Rumpshaker Lite. It's still enough to send Bates into slumber at impact. Kylie grinds her limited junk into LK's face for a good half-dozen seconds until Demetria and Jasmine grab an elbow and help her up. Ky turns to J-Dawg and the duo share a warm embrace before Kylie and Demetria raise an arm apiece on either side of the rookie...AND WINNER!
And what had already been a surreal night isn’t finished yet, when the sight of the one and only Siren, Kendra LaRue, sprinting down the aisle draws arguably the least likely ovation of 2016 so far. That roar from the audience causes three heads to turn toward the entranceway, and to her credit, Wash takes a small step forward, ready to meet the once Queen of the Jungle head-on...
... but Demetria Andrews gives her protege’s wrist a backward tug, knowing that as game as Jasmine’s spirits might be, she is in no shape to repel someone as formidable as LaRue. And with Demetria ushering J-Dawg toward the ropes, Kylie doesn’t appear to have much interest in facing Kendra one on one. As LaRue dives under the bottom rope from one side of the ring, Andrews, Washington and Sanders do the same on the reverse, tonight’s winner looking more like chicken dinner as they head for the exits.
The Siren pops to her feet, beckoning any or perhaps all the departing trio back toward the ring, inviting them to reconsider...
Kylie balls her right and left hands into fists and rolls them in old-timey, bare-knuckles style at Kendra, laughing as she continues to retreat. Behind either shoulder, Andrews and Washington wave cheerily. "Scoop that up for me," Sanders shouts to a livid Siren as the trio back up the ramp. "And make sure you put it out on the corner on Recycle Day."
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8tEyAAniu5U&index=36&list=PLFgquLnL59anjMBFmfztjKvngIUN1F987)
‘That’s Me Right There’ from Jasmine V has the crowd in a bad mood when the newly minted African-American dazzler emerges from stage right, her manager Demetria Andrews close behind, the former FAWN grappler showing Washington off like her most precious possession. Shifting her hips in a delicious sashay, the crowd is seemingly mesmerized by the action of Jasmine’s hips and booty, the newbie built with an abundance of junk in the trunk.
JASMINE WASHINGTON
:
Flashing signs and shaking dat ass, J-Dogg works her way down the ramp. Dressed in a tiny black hoodie, ( black version of the following: i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/biggerb/Jasmine-clothing.jpg~original ) the grappler snaps her head back to clear the hood and her shoulder-length ebony locks behind. She waggles her way down the aisle as if she owns the place, her face only turning sour when shying away from the extended hands of the crowd.
Beneath the woman wears camo boy-cut trunks (http://s2.photobucket.com/user/biggerb/media/Jasmine-clothing%20below.jpg.html ) which accentuate her bootylicious backside all the more. Below are black pads and boots.
Reaching the ring, Wash hops to the apron and swishes her rump from side to side before swinging a leg through and following. Jasmine sits on the middle cable and pushes the top up for her boss, Demetria slipping through with ease. Both women swagger to the middle, Andrews calling for a microphone. The manager catches the stick from mid-air and draws it to her lips.
“Eating up and spitting out Wonder Bread at the last Pay Per View was just a show,” Denetria purrs, “but tonight we take dat old ass and kick it to the curb. There’s only room for ONE woman to fight Da Man.”
The crowd seems torn between their immediate dislike for the rookie and her mouthpiece and the general disdain for the Rumpshaker Jasmine would be trying to dethrone.
“My girl straight from Hotlanta G-A? She what it’s all about now, bytches. So with the preliminaries out of da way, let’s put away LK.”
While the FAWNatics attempt to come to grips with the arrogance of this rookie and her mouthpiece, the man in the tux steps forward to resume his introductions. “And her opponent, hailing from Houston, Texas... She stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds…”
His voice trails off when whatever was on his reference cards forces him to do a double-take. Then, clearing his throat and with little enthusiasm for this part, he says, “Ladies and gentlemen, she demands that you all bow down and show the appropriate respect for… THE NUBIAN QUEEN… LaaaKKKEEEIIISSSHHHAAA BAAATTTEEESSS!!!”
LAKEISHA BATES:
If ‘appropriate respect’ means a deafening torrent of boos and jeers... well, that’s the usual response that greets the Nubian Queen. Tonight, however, the FAWNatics also provide a smattering of sparse but audible cheers when Bubba Sparxxx’s “Ms New Booty” starts to pump over the loudspeakers. LaKeisha Bates bursts through the curtains and the swell of noise only increases as she spreads her arms and legs in wide 'V's and slaps her hands together at her crotch. Her hands move to her hips where she indignantly views the crowd, all members of 'The Man's Army’.
”MISS NEW BOOTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=znUS2KqPYCw
Bates stands clad in gold bikini bottoms with a thick black edging and a matching bandeau top with similar thick black edging. The letters LK are inscribed across the top in flowing, black-glitter script. Around her waist is a thick black belt--for lack of a better term--that splits into a diamond shape around the front to frame her navel in the center of the shape. Top, belt and bottoms are connected by a pair of heavy black rings -- a third and final ring connects the top to a black choker around her throat. Inscribed across the back of her briefs is 'RUMPSHAKA' in the same flowing black script that graces her bosom. The look is completed with flat black boots and pads, the boots stenciled with LK in gold script.
The former World AND Tag Team Champion eventually reaches ringside, and ascends the steps with all the majesty one would expect of the Nubian Queen. Bates promptly DEMANDS that the referee open the ropes for her, which he does--albeit with some reluctance. Entering the ring, LaKeisha doesn’t even spare her opponent for tonight a passing glance. Instead, she marches directly up to her cousin, her fellow FAWN Original and original tag team partner, and gets totally up in Demetria’s grill. “This how it gonna be, huh?” Bates asks. “You KNOW yo ass can’t take me, so you bring in some punk bytch to take the whoopin’ for you?”
Andrews shoves LaKeisha, perhaps moving her a step. "Better to deal with my gurl who's not a sellout than my blood who is," demetria says. "Plus, J-Dogg already promised she'd leave sometin of you for me to deal with afterward. So you're going to be seein' a whole lot of ass 'night." Jasmine intervenes when LaKeisha steps to her cuz. "Back off, bytch. You ain't heard of the New Era? I'm bigger. I'm badder. And Demetria damn sure smarter, 'cause she knows I'm pointin' up and you're, well, sagging down." Washington and Andrews chuckle and turn to each other to share a high-five.
Only as they turn, LaKeisha also goes into action, her arms flashing upward. Fingers plunging into both Demetria and Jasmine’s mane, the Nubian Queen presses her palms flat against the back of each noggin and shoves forward, looking to clank Skank One and Skank Two’s foreheads together in a very early meeting of the minds.
As the hands of the rookie and her manager connect together with a 'SLAP' so the noggin of each join in a simultaneous 'CLUNK'. The heads snap back and each woman wobbles in front of Bates to the sound of delight from the crowd. Demetria's right hand comes to her forehead. "Bytch! Playin' to Da Man's drones. Oh they're lovin' you!" A wincing Washington tries to steady her manager with one arm while throwing a right forearm at Bates' chest with the other, the bell an afterthought at this point for the newbie.
But with Washington’s ears still ringing and her attention diverted in two direction, LaKeisha is able to block that shot and sweep away J-Dawg’s arm. She then, once again, grabs hold of the rookie’s hair, but this time she uses that grip to send the off balance youngster turning away before the Nubian Queen sends a swift toe kick into the pit of Demetria’s stomach. Aware that the official still hasn’t called for a bell, and knowing that that left her cousin fair game for the moment, Bates swivels away as Andrews doubles over, the upward curve of LaKeisha’s rump coming to rest against the back of Demetria’s head.
Before Jasmine can turn and interrupt, LK drops to her well-padded derriere and DRIVES Demetria's face into the deck with frightening force. After the rattle of the ring fades, LaKeisha sits next to the gobsmacked Andrews, unhooking Demetria's arms at her leisure. Bates turns and rises to her knees, motioning to the barely conscious manager. A few feet away, Jasmine's jaw is mid-drop, unsure how to respond, as her back-up is tended to by the official.
LK gives the rookie a 'So whatya doin?' look and Washington seems lacking of an answer, particularly without an opening bell or advisor. J-Dawg screams at the ref to get Bates back and leave Demetria to her. Washington taps the cheek of her manager lightly with limited success in getting her to respond. "You've got ten seconds, Jasmine," the zebra informs. "Get her out. Because I'm starting this match." A furious Jasmine scoops under Andrews' arms and drags Demetria on her heels to the rookie's corner, where she lightly lays Andrews down and tries to roll her out while not plopping her manager to the floor below... when the bell RINGS.
And that bell is still echoing when the Nubian Queen marches into the rookie’s corner and latches on to Jasmine’s hair once again. Giving Washington’s noggin a harsh tug, Bates pulls the youngster up to her full height, then slips her arms underneath J-Dawg’s. Even as her fingers start to lace together behind Jasmine’s head, LaKeisha starts to back it up, creating separation between the duo and the corner--all the better for her to unleash her full nelson atomic drop.
FULL NELSON ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7vkdHWPBPAs
Washington howls as LaKeisha yanks the rookie to her feet. Bates' arms quickly snake under and around those of the startled Jasmine. Washington tries to slip free but finds LK's strength something entirely different than Riley Shayne's. Bates slips her fingers together in a tight nelson, but really shows the rookie the big leagues when she LAUNCHES J-Dawg HIGH into the air. And while LK drops to her ass from a reasonable height, Jasmine is delivered to a tailbone-crunching landing from a half dozen feet higher. Her butt is planted into the thinly-sheathed plywood and the look on Washington's face is one of utter anguish.
Climbing to her feet, LaKeisha’s hands appear to be magnetically drawn to Jasmine’s hair, for they once again swoop into the rookie’s locks. Snarling, the Nubian Queen hoist her foe back tto verticality... and then some, slinging J-Dawg back into her corner with considerable force. The impact with which Washington’s back hits the buckles is enough to knock the slightly stirring Demetria down to the floor, while also sending the youngster crashing to the ass she can’t stop talking about. Sauntering in, Bates kicks Jasmine’s legs open a little wider before turning her hip toward Washington’s mug, intent on showing her that the original Baddest Ass in FAWN *remains* the best...
TEXAS STAMPEDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=w5rPyTfBpt4
LaKeisha THUMPS her right hip into Jasmine's mug a trio of times then spins to batter the rookie's face with three from her left . With her foe's head already on a wobble from Bates' introduction to her so-called New Era replacement, LK moves to center stage and gives her world-renowned backside a couple meaty slaps. Suddenly, she turns and races at Washington. The veteran hops into the air with the help of the top ropes and uses them to swing her rump HARD into Jasmine's chest a half-dozen times, leaving J-Dawg ragdolled and reclining after the booty bombardment.
A funny thing happens on LK’s way back to the center of the ring: a large portion, perhaps even a majority, of the FAWNatics appear to actually be CHEERING for her. Even the Nubian Queen herself seems taken aback... for about a millisecond. Then, her arms raise up, hands motioning for the crowd to INCREASE their volume. Perhaps even more surprising than the cheers, the audience OBLIGES her. “What I thought...” Bates grins, her hips further winning the crowd to her side with a sassy swivel as she moves toward the opposite corner, ready to Back It Up a little more...
BACKIN’ IT UP @10:31:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cCJQHU7nWFk
As LK reaches the distant set of buckles, Demetria's dragged her body up enough to lean on the apron. Her still cloudy dark eyes are filled with the sight of her hard-charging cousin. The dazed, greasy-faced rookie can't seem to say the same, her droopy head taking Bates out of her eyeline. Andrews shouts a warning and reaches in to grab a wrist of her charge, but the newly minted manager isn't fast enough to pull Washington out of LK's way and Bates front flips into a head-banging, booty-bashing, Jasmine being proven out of her league more and more by the moment.
Taking J-Dawg’s ankles, LaKeisha draaaaaaaags the outclassed rook back toward the middle of the ring. Once there, Bates falls to her knees and pushes down on Washington’s gams, folding Jasmine up into a matchbook. Leaning forward so that her belly rests against the youngster’s rump, the Nubian Queen presses down against her foe’s thighs, holding her pinned for...
ONE...
TWO...but hold the phone on THREE as Washington sends a spasmodic jerk through her frame to the great relief of Demetria. Jasmine lands on her side in front of the veteran and while LaKeisha seems more amused than upset at the effort, Washington pushes up to hands and knees and turns her highly self-touted tail from Bates and crawls toward the nearest set of ropes for a quick time out.
“What, it gettin’ too hot for ya in here?” Bates asks with a confident smirk. “Thought you was from Hotlanta?” Before Washington can offer any sort of rebuttal, the Nubian Queen delivers a vicious stomp to the base of the rookie’s spine, flattening her to her stomach. LaKeisha then takes a seat beside her prey, reaching over to pull Jasmine up to a seated position. Scooting forward behind J-Dawg, Bates starts to slip her legs around the youngster’s waist, aiming to secure a bodyscissors--and no doubt planning to add a full nelson to the equation, if she could? And after that... well, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what the next step from Bates would be, and what would be in store for Washington’s highly touted keester.
Placed on her behind, Jasmine tries scooting the rest of the way to the saving strands, but when Bates sends her thighs over those of the rookie and the thick legs encircle the LK knockoff, Washington finds her backside glued in place. The situation goes from bad to worse when LaKeisha cinches the legs tight around Washington's ribs and locks her ankles. Behind the back of the rookie, Bates secures another full nelson, keeping J-Dawg's head locked in place and her arms, raised high in alligator fashion. Jasmine squeaks out a 'no' as LK leans back and takes Jasmine's booty off the canvas. She ends in Bates' lap as LK pins herself for a split second then thrusts her pelvis forward. vaulting Jasmine HIGH before she'd brought down HARD.
Wash's keister PLOWS into the deck, her tailbone stuck into the deck like a lawndart. On the outside, Demetria, runs her fingers through her hair, the inexperienced manager seemingly without a clue as to how to turn this around. In the ring, Jasmine starts shaking her head the little she can as she starts rising again and again her ass is sent barreling into the unforgiving plywood, two, three, FOUR, FIVE times, the last one causing her to cry out.
Relinquishing the full nelson, Bates rolls to her left, turning the rookie over and exposing her upturned rump to the somewhat soothing sensation of the FAWN Arena’s refrigerated air. That’s the good news. The BAD news is that Washington is stacked up on her shoulders, pinned for...
ONE...
TWO...
... but Jasmine kicks loose, spilling over to her side. Climbing to her feet, LaKeisha hairhauls J-Dawg back to bootleather before stuffing her opponent’s head under her left arm. Grabbing a handful of waistband, Bates’ eyes lock on her cousin’s at ringside. “Gonna be PLENTY of me left for you, bytch,” the Nubian Queen hisses, then pops her hips, attempting to power Washington up for a gourdbuster.
GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2E9GxNMdCE
LK collects the rookie in a front facelock and drags the blasted Jasmine to her feet. Bates dips to gain a little extra leverage to launch the deadweight, but Wash manages to snake her right leg around Bates' left and stay planted despite the Rumpshaker's best effort. A growling LaKeisha tries to power through but J-Dawg blocks again. Frustrated, LK lifts her free right leg and pistons a set of knees into the chest of the bent Washington. That proves to do the trick as, on the next try, LaKeisha sends Jasmine high, heels over head, before bringing her back down the way she came, splattering the Badass from Hotlanta into the deck, gourdbusted.
The Nubian Queen could have easily shoveled the youngster over and gone for a pin, but she doesn’t. Instead, Bates is content to stand over the demolished rookie, hands on her hips, nodding slightly to an unusual ovation. On the floor, Demetria slaps the apron in frustration, which spurs LaKeisha to give her cousin a brief glance over her shoulder and an infuriating smirk. Finally, however, Jasmine begins to stir again, moaning softly as she struggles to roll over... and that movement serves to spring the former World and Tag Team champion into action. Bates sprints into the ropes, charging back at Washington from the youngster’s south. Leaping into the air, LaKeisha extends her legs, but it’s “dat ass” she’s aiming to drop, right down on J-Dawg’s bosom.
Staring down both 'barrels', Jasmine's dark eyes widen, as she's about to get bootyshocked. But as LaKeisha goes up, Washington manages to roll to the side, leaving nothing but bare canvas for LaKeisha's landing. Bates' butt THUMPS into the thinly-covered plywood, her tailbone driving hard into the deck. A few feet away, Jasmine pushes to hands and knees under the watchful eye and full throat of Andrews. "Take advantage, Dawg," Demetria shouts. But recovery from a Bates' backside barrage doesn't come quickly and, when she manages to get vertical, Jasmine wobbles toward the ropes, grabbing and hanging on, Washington shaking out an attic full of cobwebs.
LaKeisha bounces up from her backside to her knees, the referee’s eyes trailing her as she rises... but briefly, his gaze is pulled back down as, for a split second, it had appeared to him that the Nubian Queen’s ass had actually left a dent in the canvas. But closer inspection reveals no damage to the combat surface, and though Bates massages her hindquarters with both hands, she too is more embarrassed than actually hurt. Pushing up to her feet with a scowl, LaKeisha locates Jasmine quickly, the novice sagging against the cables. And then the FAWN Original is off like a shot, her right arm extended, looking to connect with a massive clothesline that would doubtless send Washington spilling over the top rope and down to the floor.
As it seems Washington is ready to be put through the spin cycle, the rookie grabs the top rope with both hands and flops toward the canvas as much as the spring of the cables will allow. It's enough to avoid Bates' clothesline AND send LK tumbling over. LaKeisha bounces off the mat on the outside, crumpling to a heap on the floor below. Immediately, Jasmine uses the ropes to spring back up into the ref's grill. "I was in da ropes and she still tried to punk me. I know you work for Da Man but you can'ts allow dat." As the ref argues his point, Demetria skulks around the corner, measuring her former partner, ready to race to her cousin and dent her temple with the sole of her Nike.
They might not be wrestling boots, but it’s still a solid impact when Andrews’ kick meets the side of LaKeisha’s noggin, dropping the Nubian Queen from all fours back to her stomach in a groaning heap. From the front row, some wiseguy remarks, “Must be the shoes, man...” And for that, his reward is a withering glare from the former wrestler and now manager. Between the tumble over the ropes, the collision with the scarcely padded floor and the Jordan to the temple, the previously dominant Nubian Queen is seemingly anything but as she works her way back to a seated position, shaking her head... but with an ominous form hovering over her, instinct still compels Bates to take a swing toward her cousin’s midsection.
LaKeisha sinks the balled fist into Andrews' gut. Demetria grunts, doubling over, if slightly. She responds with several clubbing forearms to Bates' back then snatches LK by a shoulder and hip. She swings the Rumpshaker back to her feet and back in under the bottom rope. Dismissing her conversation with the official, J-Dawg sinks her nails into LK's locks and rips the FAWN Original to her feet. But LaKeisha doesn't stay vertical long as Jasmine shows off some solid power by scooping and slamming the curvy Nubian Queen. "Dat's right," she howls at the crowd, flashing a couple signs at her manager. Wash moves to a standing straddle of the flattened Bates and leaps into the air above her foe's chest, ready to mushroom stomp the considerable assets on Bates' chest.
The Nubian Queen’s bounty is momentarily pancaked by Jasmine’s heels, LaKeisha letting out a loud gasp as Washington bounces off her prey and struts away. Bates’ arms fly upward, folding across her chest protectively as her boots drum against the match. But while she might be in pain, the veteran and icon remains defiant, spitting out a, “Byyyyytch! Yo’ ass... gonna... unnnnhhh... gonna pay for that...”
"Ya mean like the way Da Man paid for your services?" Jasmine grunts back. , Washington leaps again. coming down atop LK's gut with both boots. Bates jackknifes under the quickly confident rookie. J-Dawg tries to take her advantage out for a booty-bouncing spin as she leaps again, this time throwing her legs out in front of her, planning to send her derriere deep into Bates' solar plexus and teach the old-timer there's a new booty in town.
That new booty connects hard, LaKeisha’s cheeks puffing as she utters another loud, breathy groan. J-Dawg bounces one way, and the Nubian Queen rolls in the other, her knees drawing up toward her chest as she coughs and sputters. Eventually, Bates regains enough breath to rasp at the official, “Those bottoms... GOTTA be loaded...”
It might be wrong, but he can’t help but grin in bemusement--if only for a fraction of a second.
"Oh you wish. That's all J-Dawg, Mama K.," Wash informs. Already on her feet, Jasmine gives both her cheeks a meaty slap and a waggle, the FAWNatics jeering at the arrogant rook. Jasmine reaches down and snatches Bates' right wrist. Washington hauls the Nubian Queen to her feet and whips her rival toward the opposite ropes, only for LaKeisha to reverse. Jasmine speeds toward the cables instead and barrels back at a dipping LK, the Rumpshaker apparently looking to back body drop the Badass to her tailbone. But Jasmine jumps to a stop and grabs LaKeisha by the noggin, hoping to bust some face ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=DvwfnMypR3Q )
It’s the vet who makes the rookie mistake, and the newcomer who capitalizes, SLAMMING the Nubian Queen’s mug down into the mat with all the force that she can muster. The collision of LaKeisha’s features with the canvas proves hard enough to rocket the former World and Tag Team champion up to her knees, where she remains for seemingly 5 minutes, though it’s probably closer to that many seconds in reality. Her dulled eyes gaze ahead, blinking, her jaw hanging somewhat slack as her body sways in the breeze. Eventually, Bates utters three small words...
“Get her, Holly...”
... and then topples forward, her tag team partner of long ago only hearing that instruction on television, if at all.
Jasmine chuckles at Bates, knowing very well for whom LK is asking. "Dementia hits the elderly hard," Washington razzes, giving LaKeisha's raised rump an echoing open-hand. Bates flinches, rising to all fours from the stinging rebuke. "Stay on her," Demetria advises warily. "Don't let her deploy." "Yeah, you better tell her, cuz," LK shouts back, until the Badass delivers a boot to Bates' ribs that sends her barrelrolling to her back. Hopping over the splayed Rumpshaker, the rookie climbs the nearby buckles. Her boots on either middle rope, staring into the bellowing crowd, Wash bounces in place, gearing up for lift-off, and a signature Ass Bomb, this time the target being LaKeisha's mug.
Unfortunately for the rook, her Ass Bomb proves off target--well, not exactly. It’s just that the target proves to be a moving one, LaKeisha rolling out of the way and leaving Washington’s rump to smash down atop thinly padded plywood. J-Dawg bounces up to her knees, both hands instinctively sweeping to meet her throbbing cheeks--and connecting with a ‘clap’ that prompts a wincing gasp from the upstart (lower case). “DAMMIT, GIRL,” Demetria barks, “I told you, STAY. ON. HER!”
Massaging some of the sting out of her cheeks, Jasmin nods wordlessly as she pushes back to her feet, turning to find Bates struggling to work her way up to verticality as well. Stomping toward her prey, Wash snatches some edges and tugs the Nubian Queen up, after which she attempts to whip LaKeisha into the ropes. Alas, Bates has other ideas, first reversing the effort, but then reeling Jasmine back in with an abrupt yank on her arm, hard enough to spin the youngster’s back to the FAWN Original. And as J-Dawg stumbles in a backpedal toward, LaKeisha’s arms shift upward, looking to slip a noose around Washington’s neck in the form of a sleeper.
LK's arms snake around Washington's head and neck with practiced precision. As they clamp tight, Jasmine immediately thrashes into panic mode, flailing wildly as she tries to throw an elbow behind her and find a tender piece of Bates. The points bounce fairly harmlessly off LaKeisha's sides as she bears down, decreasing the blood flow through J-Dawg's cartoid. A dozen seconds of struggle has Jasmine's legs growing noticeably wobbly, Washington blinking her eyes wide to keep her focus on the ropes in front of her. At Demetria's frantic urging, Jasmine struggles to drag the Rumpshaker with her and wrap an arm around the top cable before losing her balance.
As soon as J-Dawg gets a grip on the cable, the official orders a break. “Why don’t I think yo’ ass would be steppin’ in this quick if some bytch like London had ME in a sleeper, and *I* reached the ropes?” the Nubian Queen asks, refusing to relinquish her hold until the referee’s count reaches four. Her arms then pull away--but ONLY long enough to ensure the zebra stops counting, before she plunges her hands into Jasmine’s tresses and pushes the youngster’s face toward the rubber coated steel. With Washington’s eyes tight against the top rope, Bates bares down and draaaaaaags the shrieking Wash toward the far corner. Arriving, LaKeisha uses her grip on Jasmine’s locks to pull the rookie toward her, guiding J-Dawg’s head under her left arm, from where she can unleash her spinning brainbuster.
SPINNING BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4en7pxcizB4 )
Bates' uses her unrivaled base to pop the rookie off her feet. She twists in a snap suplex-like motion but drops Jasmine on her noggin instead of her back. The groan from the crowd is indicative of how "bad" the maneuver hits. Washington's momentum sends her up to a momentary seat before she flops to her side and rolls to her back, staring at the rafters in a daze. But that's not the only sound coming from the FAWNatics. More and more turn toward the aisle in a buzz. They can hardly believe their eyes as they watch the ultimate prodigal daughter's striding down the aisle with Louis Vuitton handbag tightly gripped in a hand. The blonde wears a black one-piece, leather belt around her midriff, lace covering her shoulders and upper arms. Kylie, yes Kylie freakin' Sanders, completes her gear with black boots and pads.
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The not so dearly departed, not seen in a ring for the better part of a year, ignores the attention, her hazel eyes glued to the ring and the combatants inside. She reaches ringside and throws up a palm toward Demetria when Andrews starts barking at her. Sanders moves to a neutral corner under the watchful eye of EVERYONE who has an available one to place on her.
Like everyone else in the building, the Nubian Queen’s eyes are momentarily glued to the new arrival. And while Bates and Sanders might find themselves on the same side of the law in this day and age, it’s hard to forget that these two women have been part of a feud almost literally as old as FAWN itself--that is NOT something that often becomes mere water under the bridge.
Still, Bates is a veteran, and she knows she has business to take care of in the ring. Climbing to her feet, LaKeisha hairhauls J-Dawg up as well, then roughly SHOVES Jasmine’s head between her powerful thighs. Clamping down on the standing headscissors, Bates slips her fingers into the legholes of Washington’s bottoms and gives them a sharp, upward tug, causing most of the fabric to disappear between Jasmine’s cheeks. With the ass that would be queen mostly bared for all the world to see, a smirking LK reaches down and claims two handfuls, giving them a possessive squeeze. “This is STILL *MY* ring, playa,” Bates mutters before grabbing at J-Dawg’s waistband, ready to spike Wash’s skull with her pulling piledriver.
With Jasmine reeling, the LK knock-off being proven lesser quality than the real thang, Wash can provide little in the way of defense. The rubbery rookie is yanked into the headscissors and Bates' thighs clamp down tight. Wash whimpers like a scalded J-Dawg when LaKeisha collects her super-wedgie and the disaster is only growing when Washington is hauled vertical, the crown of her had pointed at the canvas. On the sidelines, Demetria turns away, not wanting to see the results.
Meanwhile, Kylie silently observes with rapt attention, her right hand balled in a fist, seemingly ready to pump when the inevitable drop to her knees comes from Bates. Jasmine's head is SPIKED into the canvas and she timbers to her face and chest, spasms her only sign of consciousness. Kylie moves up to the middle ring step and gives LK an ovation, many in the confused crowd joining her. She then turns the clapping to the assembled, whistling and whooping for her former bitter rival.
The Nubian Queen regards her age old adversary with a quizzically tilted head and a raised eyebrow. “Oh, you like what you see, huh?” Bates asks, pushing up to her feet. Grabbing a wrist, LaKeisha drags Washington into the very corner that Kylie resides in on the outside. “Then I guess you’d like a front row seat for this, wouldn’t ya, Nebraska?” Dropping J-Dawg’s arm with the crown of the rookie’s skull pointed toward the ring post, Bates turns and mounts the middle rope, much as Jasmine had done just moments ago. Holding onto the top rope with both hands, LK begins to bounce on the middle rope, preparing to detonate her very own Ass Bomb...
To add to the confusion, Demetria leaps to the apron and grabs the collar of the referee, pulling the man toward her. "Get Wonder Bread, the hell out of here. She ain't got no bizness being up in our bizness." As the man tries to explain he's planning on doing that very thing, Kylie, having turned to LK once the familiar term of 'Nebraska' curdles in her ears, scrambles from middle step to top step to middle ropes outside the post. WIth a startled Bates, just pulling her palms away from the top ropes in defense, Kylie lands a Euro uppercut to the chin of LaKeisha that nearly sends Bates flying off from her perch. As she's about to tumble, Kylie grabs a shoulder to steady her longtime rival, only to kick out one of Bates' legs at the ankle.
The result is a wicked set of splits by the Rumpshaker and a fall to the deck, the back of her head clunking to the canvas, LaKeisha ending next to a softly stirring Jasmine. Wash manages to roll and plop an arm across Bates' bounty. Sanders sneers as she hops to the floor. "Don't call me, Nebraska." Suddenly pointing instead of arguing, Demetria guides the gaze of the zebra toward the pinning predicament and a first managerial win.
And as soon as he sees Jasmine on her belly with an arm draped across the Nubian Queen’s chest, he slides into position and checks Bates’ shoulders, unaware of the role Kylie Sanders had played in bringing about this state of affairs...
ONE...
Kylie, meanwhile, tries her best (and, like so many times during her earlier incarnation as a crowd sweetheart, fails) to suppress a satisfied chuckle. For their part, the FAWNatics are shellshocked, stunned by this turn of events--and with the idea of cheering to rally LaKeisha still something of an alien concept, there’s mostly stunned silence for...
TWO...
Bates can only blink her eyes, the wicked impact of the back of her skull striking the mat dazing her senses, and the waves of red hot agony radiating from her traumatized hamstrings keeping her body paralyzed for...
THREENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JUST before the official's hand can strike the canvas one last times, Bates barely manages to shrug a shoulder off the deck, breaking the count.
As Demetria screams at the official, complaining about saving Da Man's narc, Kylie's eyes bounce from LaKeisha to Jasmine, both women in states of serious disrepair. J-Dawg crawls toward the ropes and starts to climb through but gets met with a healthy slap to the cheek. "No," Sanders says. She points at Bates who's struggling to hands and knees. There's no direct response to 'Wonder Bread' other than to take her inferred advice. J-Dawg pushes to her feet nearly at the same moment LaKeisha manages, LK limping through a turn to find her knock-off.
As she does, Jasmine dips, sending her head through Bates' legs, a scary proposition at any time. But in this instance, Jasmine manages to wrap her arms around LK's thighs and vaults the Rumpshaker up and over a shoulder, catching her opponent on the way down her back. With a wriggling LaKeisha glued to Washington's back and backside, Jasmine drops to her knees and SPIKES LK with her Ass Backwards Driver ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=slN0_8QaRuI )
As LaKeisha sprawls, Demetria shouts out 'You down with ABD?' And surprisingly, to say the least, it isn't Jasmine that replies 'Yeah, you know me." Instead, it's a laughing Wonder Bread. Inside the ring, an exhausted Washington covers Bates with a crossbody, hooking a leg for the ONE...TWO...THREE!
At the base of the steps, Demetria and Kylie hug in front of a silent, disbelieving crowd. They stroll up, arm in arm, and slide through on either side of the post, helping the winner to her feet as the ring announcer makes it official. "Your winner...by pinfall...Jasmine Washington!"
The crowd shows its obvious displeasure, but it doesn't affect the threesome hugging it out in the ring. Kylie is the first to break out and call for a microphone. Raising it to her lips forces the FAWNatics to a new volume and she screams over it. "This has-been doesn't know the feeling of Da Man when all his power is turned on and stays there. When she felt it, she caved. When I did, I fought back and nearly paid for it with my career. Well I'm back and this Badass from Hotlanta is here to help me stick it to Da Man and all his bytches...LIKE THIS ONE." Kylie points at the stirring LaKeisha. Noticing the movement, she hands the stick to Andrews.
Yanking the semiconscious La Keisha up into a dragon sleeper hold, Kylie has the temerity to step over Bates' dipped head and lock on an inverted standing head scissors. You can almost hear every audience member shout "oh no she ain't" simultaneously. But oh yes she is. LK weakly tries to pry her way free, face pressed deep and tight into Kylie's relatively tiny derriere and Sanders drops the Rumpshaker Lite. It's still enough to send Bates into slumber at impact. Kylie grinds her limited junk into LK's face for a good half-dozen seconds until Demetria and Jasmine grab an elbow and help her up. Ky turns to J-Dawg and the duo share a warm embrace before Kylie and Demetria raise an arm apiece on either side of the rookie...AND WINNER!
And what had already been a surreal night isn’t finished yet, when the sight of the one and only Siren, Kendra LaRue, sprinting down the aisle draws arguably the least likely ovation of 2016 so far. That roar from the audience causes three heads to turn toward the entranceway, and to her credit, Wash takes a small step forward, ready to meet the once Queen of the Jungle head-on...
... but Demetria Andrews gives her protege’s wrist a backward tug, knowing that as game as Jasmine’s spirits might be, she is in no shape to repel someone as formidable as LaRue. And with Demetria ushering J-Dawg toward the ropes, Kylie doesn’t appear to have much interest in facing Kendra one on one. As LaRue dives under the bottom rope from one side of the ring, Andrews, Washington and Sanders do the same on the reverse, tonight’s winner looking more like chicken dinner as they head for the exits.
The Siren pops to her feet, beckoning any or perhaps all the departing trio back toward the ring, inviting them to reconsider...
Kylie balls her right and left hands into fists and rolls them in old-timey, bare-knuckles style at Kendra, laughing as she continues to retreat. Behind either shoulder, Andrews and Washington wave cheerily. "Scoop that up for me," Sanders shouts to a livid Siren as the trio back up the ramp. "And make sure you put it out on the corner on Recycle Day."