Post by bigfan on Oct 1, 2016 4:21:20 GMT
After spending several months out on the road for FAWN tonight Wendy Smith makes her return to Orlando. The former two time lightweight champion as been travelling town to town facing FAWN opponents, Jungle opponents, Desert Diva’s and even hopeful Indy girls that just want a chance in FAWN. Tonight she’s been announced as competing back in the FAWN arena, but without mention of who her opponent. The ring announcer brings the fans long wait to an end. “Ladies and gentlemen. Introducing, hailing from Altoona Pennsylvania, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-one pounds. She is the Suplex Machine, and she is the only two time FAWN Lightweight Champion… THE PA POWERHOUSE …WENDY SMITH!”
WENDY SMITH:
Fans of throws and hot brunettes are already on their feet by the time…
Paramore’s ‘Misery Business’
www.youtube.com/watch?v=36ZOfeQKXUs
It wasn’t too long thereafter that the lightweight stalwart and pocket hurricane came breezing through the curtain. Coming to a stop at the top of the ramp Wendy simply stops throwing up her fists and offering a bellowed, “YEEEEAAAH!” The greeting was thrown back at her a thousand-fold. It seems like Wendy as always, she’s looks fired up she bounces around with boundless energy. The brunette wears a black FAWN t-shirt covering her choice of togs, she moves to the center of the ramp and crosses her arms grabbing the bottom edge of the t-shirt asking, “YOU GUYS READY!”
The FAWN crowd roars, The PA Powerhouse jerks the t-shirt over her head and throws it out into the crowd. Wendy is clad in a black sports bra up top, her bottoms are a wrestling singlet that is a baby blue color with two thin straps running up over her powerful shoulders, the singlet is little more than booty shorts with suspenders. On the front just below her navel are a pair crossed of sledge hammers, a closer look shows the letters N.G.N stamped on the heads of the hammers.
The FAWNatics cheer their approval as Wendy is making her way down the ramp at a brisk pace, Smith slaps a few hands, but then begins sprinting down the runway. The FAWNatics cheer the bouncing brunette on as she dives into the ring under the bottom rope. Smith pops to her feet quickly and makes a bee-line for the opposite ropes hitting them with force she heads back and forth making two laps before stopping at mid ring and throwing her arms up again and tapping her wrists together. After dropping her arms the PA Powerhouse walks over to the ropes and calls for a mic.
Before Wendy can speak though the Orlando crowd breaks into a “Welcome Back!” chant. Smith smiles and laughs as the chant goes on, but finally she raises the mic and holds up a hand saying, “Thank you. It’s great to be back here.”
Not that Smith left FAWN, but for nearly the past year she’s been out on the road travelling to the smaller venues and working with FAWN hopefuls, and future FAWN stars that aren’t quite ready for Orlando themselves. The brunette runs a hand through her hair before continuing, “It’s been a while now, but there has been one thing that just hasn’t sat right with me. Soledad Sanchez.” The crowd booing at the mention of the name.
Wendy nods in agreement, “I know. Well I’m here tonight to right that wrong, to avenge that loss.” Turning to the ramp and stage beyond Smith calls out, “Soledad! I want you tonight. Right Now!”
The crowd erupts in cheers and applause.
Silence ensues and continues, Wendy looking more and more impatient. The busty brunette draws the microphone back to her lips and Christina Aguilera’s ‘Desnudate’ begins to pulse through the arena. Wendy nods and beckons her as yet unseen foe forward.
DESNUDATE: www.youtube.com/watch?v=lnNuEqQ9E5E
From the sea of FAWNatics, a few Mexican flags pop into the air above the crowd, the banners waving proudly as the country’s little South of the Border spitfire emerges.
The Orlando crowd seems the consistency of a Trump rally as the lucha is buried under a raft of boos. Once known as the masked grappler La Hurrican, the lithe and lively brunette blows onto the stage with a flourish, the chorus of jeers and whistles growing louder.
The little lucha with the devious ‘win at all costs’ nature and the high-flying ability that might send her right over any wall for which Mexico would be forced to pay, stops to survey the crowd, reveling in the attention. As the former La Hurrican starts on her way down the ramp, the ring announcer adds to her accompaniment.
“And her opponent. Hailing from Monterrey, Mexico, she stands 5 feet 2 inches tall and weighs in tonight at 111 pounds... SOLEDAD SANCHEZ!!!!!”
SOLEDAD SANCHEZ:
The crowd turns their volume up all the more as the springy brunette races down the rest of the aisle, sliding in under the bottom rope and popping to her feet not far from Wendy.
The beautiful and, fair being fair, sneaky Latina, sports a leopard print two piece which, despite the difference in styles and physical builds, Sanchez fills out every bit as well as FAWN’s other resident leopard-spotted wrestler Kristy Sanders. Accompanying are green and red pads and boots.
Soledad takes a moment to turn to the crowd and answer every insult shouted her way with a vehement Spanish retort.
Satisfied she’s gotten the better of Orlando’s great unwashed, Soledad returns her attention to Smith
“You want me. You got me, chica. But you’ll have wished you stayed out in the sticks before the night is through”
Sanchez performs a snappy hair flip as she turns that lightly ‘thwaps’ the end of Wendy’s nose, Soledad sashays to the opposite corner to wait for the bell and the beginning of beatdown #2.
Wendy wipes her face after the hair whip, the PA Powerhouse able to control her urge to get at Soledad now that the Mexican is in the ring. The referee asks Wendy to check her boots and pads, the two time Lightweight champ agrees without a word. When he crosses the ring Soledad is less accomidating, but finally relents and the third person in the ring can call for the bell to start the match.
DING…DING...DING…
Smith comes out of her corner, Soledad likewise heads towards the center of the ring. La Hurrican though quickly shoots to her left and heads for the ropes, the high flier hits the cables and fires back towards the Suplex Machine. Wendy loads up a clothesline, but Sanchez ducks it and continues on to the opposite ropes. Smith spins around and sets for the next pass, Soledad bounces off the strands and heads for the other brunette. Wendy this time brings a knee up swinging it wide trying to catch the Luchadora in the stomach.
Soledad leaps into the air somersaulting over the Powerhouse’s thigh clearing by over a foot. La Hurrican rolls through and hits the ropes spring back a third time, Wendy closed in this time hoping to cut off any maneuver by the Luchadora. Smith hooks her arm under Soledad’s but the high flier leaps around and grabs Wendy’s opposite arm flinging the Suplex Machine with a Mexican Armdrag. Wendy hits the canvas and rolls up on to one knee. Soledad was up a bit quicker and nails Wendy with a drop kick to the chest sending her sliding into the ropes.
The speedy Mexican lightweight rolls back on her shoulders and kips to her feet with blinding speed. Wendy pushes up to her feet with her back to the ropes, Soledad smirking, “Same as always chica, you’re just too slow.”
Wendy runs her fingers inside the shoulder straps of her singlet, she then steps away from the ropes moving towards her opponent. Soledad doesn’t wait around though, turning and heading the ropes behind her. The PA Powerhouse follows again closing the distance fast than most would think the sturdy brunette could, Smith ducks a shoulder and extends her arm to tackle Soledad as she returns. The plan is solid and Wendy catches her, but Sanchez flips over the shoulder before Wendy can put her on the canvas. As soon as Soledad’s boots hit the mat she’s traps the arms she just flipped around and catches Wendy’s head and drops her with her single arm DDT.
Smith’s head bounces off the canvas, she pops back up on her knees before flopping over on her side stunned by the DDT. Soledad helps pushing Wendy down and hooks a leg looking to end the match quickly.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Wendy kicks and shoves sending Soledad rolling across the canvas.
The little lucha pops to her feet, spreading her arms high and wide.
“Always worry about getting what you want, chica,” Sanchez notes with a chuckle.
Slowed by the DDT, Wendy pushes up at something less than a brisk pace and Soledad is on her before the Altoona native can straighten. Sanchez races into a lifted knee to Smith’s bosom that sends the PA Powerhouse backpedaling to a corner, a look of pained confusion on her face.
La Hurrican follows behind, climbing to the middle ropes on either side of the staggered Smith. Grabbing Wendy’s dark locks with her left hand, Soledad draws back her foe’s face and fires off a half-dozen right fists into the jaw and cheek of the Altoona Hammer, Wendy’s noggin rocking to the side opposite the blows.
With Smith in a daze, Sanchez ascends to the top ropes and leaps to a scissors of the bigger brunette’s braincase. Throwing her limited mass in reverse, the Mexican lightweight RIPS Wendy out of the buckles and through a front flip, Soledad’s hurricarana hurtling the revenge-seeking Smith halfway across the ring.
Wendy lands on her backbone and skids another couple feet across the canvas before sliding to a stop, Smith wincing in pain and reaching for her lower spine.
Again, Soledad is barely mat-bound for a second, using her momentum to back somersault up to her feet while her foe is left taking stock of her growing aches and pains.
Wendy plants her palms on the deck and butt scoots her way to the opposite corner with Sanchez close behind. Smith barely gets situated on her backside in front of the buckles before the rampaging La Hurrican is stomping away with her Storm Swell, pounding boot sole after boot sole into Wendy’s pneumatic bosom.
Again, Sanchez plays unexpected bully to the Hammer, blasting away at Wendy until she’s a tawny-skinned mudhole. Soledad screams in excitement at the sight of the reeling Smith, the sound echoing over the silence of the startled FAWNatics.
“Not done yet senors and senoritas,” she shouts.
Dipping a hand into Wendy’s dark mane she tugs the wobbly unplugged Powerhouse to her feet and lifts a balled right hand high. She draws it to her lips and gives it a smooch before laying in with a Storm Flurry of jabs and hooks, sinking rights and then some left into the gut and chest of the sagging Smith.
With Wendy rocked to and fro, unable to stem La Hurrican, the lucha loads the uppercut that would finish the Flurry and perhaps Wendy. The right hand swings in from waist level, but Smith gets both hands up to block it a few inches from her chin. Throwing her hands down, Wendy sends the uppercut back from where it came. And before Soledad can respond with another, Wendy flicks out a jab to Sanchez’s chin that snaps the Mexican’s head back.
A look of wide-eyed surprise emerges on the lucha’s features. Still, Soledad fires back only to have the effort blocked with a left forearm by Wendy. Smith loads more with her second volley, a right cross connecting HARD and sending Sanchez stumbling back to mid-ring. And before the Mexican can count the little birdies, she’s leveled with a clothesline all the way from State College, Soledad damn near put through an entire back flip by the blow, the lucha making it ¾ of a spin and landing on her chest, clearly unaware of her environs.
As Smith skids to a stop to the cheers of the assembled, rolling her right shoulder as if she’s cocking for another blast, the grounded La Hurrican manages to reach all fours. It’s not an unimpressive feat considering she’d been put through Wendy’s version of the spin cycle, Smith reminding everyone she could match every lightweight and plenty of bigger girls when it comes to strength.
The PA Powerhouse sidles behind Sanchez waiting for the dizzied Soledad to make her feet. It seems an arduous task for Wendy to hold back, but she manages and encircles the lucha’s waist from behind in a cinching bearhug. Wendy’s biceps flex as she tightens the grip around the flat tummy of La Hurrican. She lifts the lucha off the canvas, Soledad frantically stretching her boot tips toward the mat, even as eyes bulge from the growing pressure around her diaphragm.
Sanchez gasps for breath in Wendy’s embrace. Smith ragdolls the Mexican from side to side, rattling the cage and the brain cells of the captured Soledad before finally tossing Sanchez’s body up and over with a belly-to-back suplex, Soledad landing heavy on her head and shoulders before somersaulting to her chest.
Again, the lucha tries to make hands and knees but this time collapses halfway up.
No matter. Wendy dips to scoop her arms under and lifts Sanchez as deadweight. Hauling Soledad up to across her chest, Smith heaves Sanchez the rest of the way with a gutwrench. The lucha’s body THUMPS against the deck, her body reacting like she’s stuck a fork in a socket, La Hurrican spasming onto the off ramp of FAWN’s version of Suplex City where, if she wasn’t careful, the Mexican might be turned into a soft, rainy drizzle from the Category Three earlier in the match.
Wendy seems to consider the cover but decides against it, wrapping an arm around the skull of the Mexican and dragging Sanchez up into a ready-made front facelock.
The crowd is chanting “MORE…MORE…MORE.” And Wendy implicitly understands. Settling into a slight crouch and grabbing Soledad’s trunks at the hip, Smith pops a reeling Sanchez high above. Smith rests the stalled lucha on a shoulder, Soledad’s boots pointed to the rafters.
And there the Mexican stays for second after long second, the FAWNatics reaching a full ‘TEN’ before the Hammer falls, Wendy dropping Sanchez to her spinal column one more time. Soledad yelps in pain, her back arching, at least until Wendy throws her curvy frame atop and flattens Soledad beneath for the
ONE…
TWO…
Soledad bucks her lithe frame getting a shoulder up and rolls to her side, but Wendy is still on top of La Hurrican. Smith doesn’t even look at the referee, it wasn’t very close to the three. The PA Powerhouse clamps down on Sanchez bringing her back to vertical as the bigger brunette stands. Soledad stands an inch or so shorter and gives up ten pounds to the Suplex Machine is still too woozy to stop Wendy from just bullying her back into the ropes. Wendy presses against Soledad for a moment then grins and steps back, CRACK!
Sanchez wails as Wendy back hand chops her foe’s cleavage just above the leopard print top. The scoop of Soledad’s halter top seems to fit Wendy’s hand size perfectly. The FAWNatics love it and chant, “ONE MORE TIME!” The Altoona Sledgehammer likes the idea, and even with the referee starting his count Wendy peels the other girl’s arms away from their protective fold across her chest and sends a second, some claim even louder chop to the Mexican’s gurls. Soledad folds at the waist her mouth open in a silent scream of pain. The ref reaches three of his five count, but Wendy sends Soledad racing across the ring with an Irish Whip before the other person in the ring can get to four.
The crowd still cheering the abuse of Soledad’s bosom watch as the La Hurrican races across the squared circle and rebounds towards the Powerhouse waiting for her at mid ring. Sanchez runs right into the bigger brunette’s arms, it looks like she might side slam the Luchadora, but Soledad swings around the Suplex Machine. Wendy makes another grab at Soledad, but the smaller girl swings around from back to front again. Now though Soledad has her arm around Smith’s skull, her legs swing around Wendy’s right side and the momentum and weight even pull the Suplex Machine from her moorings dropping Smith forehead first into the canvas with a DDT.
Wendy’s noggin hits and the rest of her body follow as she flips over into a seated position just for a moment before flopping over on to her side. Soledad’s landing is much more gentle, but she’s not in any big rush to get back to her feet as she tends to the welts marring her normally flawless cleavage. Still Soledad is first to her feet, but a woozy Powerhouse is not far behind, La Hurrican launches herself boots first nailing Wendy’s orbs sending her flying backwards. Smith hits the canvas skidding on her back for a few feet before coming to a stop starfished on the canvas.
This time Soledad takes the faster route to vertical, rolling back on her shoulders she kips to her feet in one move. The leopard clad beauty turns to the crowd holding her arms wide showing that no machine is the equal of a hurricane. Sanchez walks over to the wounded brunette, the wicked grin shows the smaller Luchadora is up to no good. Reaching down for Wendy’s ankles Soledad puts her boot down on Wendy’s center, lifting her legs as she pushes down with her foot. Instantly Smith is squirming, the ring veteran not just merely thrashing though, Wendy is scooting towards the ring ropes. Soledad pulling with everything she has, but still grinding her boot into Wendy’s sweet meat, can only slow Smith’s progress to the strands.
Wendy reaches over her head as far as her compact frame will allow and finally gets both hands around the bottom rope. The referee watching in anticipation calls for the break as soon as Wendy has the rope, but the win at any cost Mexican doesn’t give up on the hold. The referee orders again and then begins counting. Soledad not liking her fun being interrupted stomps her boot down with each count on Wendy’s womanhood. The storm doesn’t end for the busty brunette until the official reaches four and Soledad drops her legs, but gives Wendy’s crotch a final grind before turning back into the ring.
The zebra kneels down putting a hand on Wendy’s shoulder checking on her, the Suplex Machine nods she’s ok, even as she wedges hands between her thighs tending the soft flesh. Soledad yells, “Chica shoulda stayed lost.”
Wendy groans pulling herself up with help from the ropes, but Soledad comes pushing back in and turns Smith’s back to the ropes and raises her hand cracking Wendy’s bosom in payback for earlier. Wendy’s face is pinched in pain, but she was already hurting before. Sanchez snatches a taped wrist and sends the Suplex Machine racing across the ring, La Hurrican following. As Wendy hits off the ropes she turns to see Soledad already airborne with a high crossbody block. The lucha hits hard against the PA Powerhouse’s chest, but instead of taking her straight to the canvas Wendy twists her body turning the move into a power slam. It’s Soledad crushed under Wendy’s weight instead of the opposite, the young Mexican’s body jackknifing around the sturdy frame of the Suplex Machine as they hit.
Wendy staying on top holds her position on top hoping the impact will leave her foe stunned for the three count.
ONE…
TWO…
FOOT ON THE ROPE!
There are those that discount the Lucha’s ring skills because of her tactics, but Soledad clearly knew exactly where she was in the ring.
Wendy looks up at the official, a look of disappointment on her face. Her gaze travels down the man’s extended arm and index finger to see the Mexican has draped one of her lower limbs atop the rubber-coated steel cable. Smith pushes to her feet and gives Sanchez a moment to move. Seeing no attempt to rise forthcoming, Wendy boots Soledad’s ankle, sending the leg flying off the ropes.
Soledad yips in complaint but the ref motions the lucha is now fair game and Smith latches onto her foe’s left wrist and shoulder, yanking the brunette to her feet. Bullying Sanchez deep into the ropes, Wendy flings Soledad across the canvas. Sanchez rebounds at full speed out of the opposite set of cables and finds Smith waiting to drop on her foe once more.
With Wendy dipping, apparently to send Sanchez heavenward with a skyscraping back body drop, the speedy Mexican launches from close range and is able to leapfrog over the doubled veteran. Racing to her second set of ropes the instant she touches down, Soledad bears down on the spinning Smith after her next rebound but finds Wendy ready and able.
Smith lifts the slender Sanchez HIGH, catching her around the hips and pivoting with her cargo before dropping to her knees and PLANTING Soledad with a ring-rattling spinebuster.
With the gobsmacked lucha laid out in a starfish before her, the kneeling Smith ‘walks’ forward, matchbooking the dazed Soledad until La Hurrican’s boot tips are next to her ears, Wendy’s palms pressing down on the Mexican’s heels.
Looking every bit the prodigal daughter turned victor, Wendy nods along with the official’s slaps of the mat for
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Sanchez stays alive, flailing to life and managing to shift a shoulder off the deck in the nick of time. The crowd groans in response and there’s a hint of frustration from Smith. Growling she rises, ripping Soledad up by her roots then shoving her forward.
Backpedaling into the ropes behind her, the busty brunette charges out of the cables, her Altoona Sledge drawn in an effort to remove the Mexican’s head from her body, but La Hurrican ducks under. The women turn, Sanchez a bit quicker, and when the opportunity strikes with an advancing PA Powerhouse, the lucha hooks an arm at the elbow and swings Wendy to the canvas with a Mexican Armdrag.
<B>Mexican Armdrag</B> (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F5OVhLY6ccA ).
Smith uses the momentum to scramble to her feet and she rushes Soledad again, only for the slick and slender brunette to rip her down with the same maneuver. Wendy pushes toward vertical, refusing to take the hint, only to be laid horizontal with a crisp dropkick to the chin, the lucha apparently finding a second El Nino wind.
With Wendy wobbly, the Powerhouse’s next push to her feet slower than the rest, Soledad heads for the nearest set of buckles. She scrambles up and waits for Wendy to turn in her direction before launching.
With her lithe legs leading the way, Sanchez clamps a flying head scissors tight around on Smith’s braincase and whips around her bigger foe with a rana that sends Wendy tumbling through the air, landing with a heavy thud a good distance across the ring.
<B>Flying Rana</B> (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ug9kvJg0D4A ).
Already on her feet before Smith slides to a starfished stop, a dizzied Wendy wincing, her dark eyes spinning, Sanchez walks toward the decked grappler and stomp-walks across Smith’s bounty to reach the corner. Soledad climbs up and turns to face the flattened Wendy.
She takes a split-second to draw in a deep breath and vaults high into the sky, the lucha leaping into a 450 Splash gamechanger, Soledad landing flush in a wickedly violent SPLASH across Wendy’s tanned tummy.
<B> 450 Splash </B> ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=27Gj-VlBcQo )
Smith goes wide-eyed as her body jackknifes around the end result of Soledad’s signature acrobatics and, when she settles to the canvas with a soft groan, the Mexican scoops a leg with one arm and shoves her opposite forearm hard into Smith’s jaw, pressing her foe’s cheek flat to the canvas while rolling her into a cradle for
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
It’s Wendy’s turn to survive, Smith avoiding what is becoming less and less an upset with every answer the lucha finds to fight the former two-time lightweight champion to a standstill and then some.
Though barely in time with her break, the strength behind Wendy’s escape sends Soledad up to her knees with a look of wonder, her huge peepers growing larger as she watches the PA Powerhouse make it to her haunches before a few blinks to clear her vision and senses are required for Smith.
With her foe still lowered, Soledad mounts her rival in a standing headscissors from behind. But even as Sanchez tightens her thighs around Smith’s temples, Wendy starts to rise with Soledad now ‘stuck’ in place above her.
Thinking quickly, with Wendy now on her feet, the lucha shifts her position to perpendicular over one shoulder instead of across both and before Wendy can counter the counter, Soledad flips forward, bringing Wendy to the mat with her, right arm captured on the way down with the lucha’s signature Stormbreaker.
<B>Stormbreaker</B> (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCHjcxkt8nk ) @1:13
With both women ending on their back, Wendy’s right arm outstretched and being wrenched by LaHurrican, the fierce Mexican seeks to end Wendy via a submission if she can’t keep the stubborn Powerhouse down for a pin.
Her plan is solid, but keeping Wendy flat on her back is easier said than done. The trapped brunette rolls to her side reaching out with her free hand and grips her opposite forearm pulling herself up and Soledad’s torso comes up off the canvas as well. The Mexican pulls trying to break the Powerhouse’s grip, Soledad jerks with all her might still she can’t break the iron grip of the Suplex Machine. Smith tries lifting the high flier, but even the Powerhouse can’t from her current position. Wendy begins pushing with her legs driving Soledad across the canvas on her back towards the ropes.
Wendy straining has Soledad between her and the ropes, but she keeps pushing shoving the Lucha under the bottom rope. The referee calls for a break, Soledad wiggles under the ropes still hanging on to Wendy’s arm. The safety of the ropes turns into a trap as Smith’s throat is caught on the strand choking her while Soledad hangs upside down. The referee screams for Sanchez to break the hold, “Let her go Soledad, ONE!”
The PA Powerhouse’s face is turning bright red, her legs kicking wildly as she choked. Still trapped she can’t release her grip for fear having her other arm popped at the elbow. La Hurrican hangs on even as the referee reaches five. The official screams, “Let her go Soledad, it’s your last chance!”
Smith’s movements are slowing as it looks like she’s going out. Finally Soledad gives up on the hold, she’s always willing to cheat just not get disqualified for it. Flipping over Sanchez lands in a crouch outside the ring grinning as she turns to the crowd. Wendy crawls off the ropes coughing and gasping for air. La Hurrican pushes her sweat soaked out of her face before heading over to the corner. She climbs to the apron, then up the ring post until she stands atop the turnbuckles as looks down at the still splayed Wendy smirking, “end of your night Chica.”
Leaping into the air La Hurrican flips her body her head rotating around as she goes for a shooting Star Press. The move is done flawlessly, but when Soledad flats out she lets out a cry as her landing pad is no longer there. The cry is cut short by the loud THUD of Sanchez hitting the canvas and the wind being knocked from her body. A few feet away Wendy gasps for breath and tries to clear the cobwebs in her brain.
The Referee watches both and after a moment begins to count both women out.
ONE…TWO…THREEE…FOUR.
Soledad pushes up to her hands and knees, Wendy rolls to her stomach and starts pushing up as well.
FIVE…SIX…
Sanchez gets up on wobbly legs, Wendy on one knee.
La Hurrican runs towards the ropes, rebounding she races towards the PA Powerhouse. Leaping Soledad reaches for Wendy’s head, swinging around she’s clearly going for one of her titl-a-whirl moves. The Suplex Machine catches the Lucha as she swings around stopping Sanchez’s momentum and drops down to one knee slamming Soledad’s back down across the posted leg.
Soledad is bent in an unnatural inverted ‘U’ around Wendy’s thigh, the Suplex Machine shoving her to the canvas. The crowd instantly begins cheering, feeding the Powerhouse. Wendy reaches out before she begins standing and hair hauls Soledad to her feet, pulling her opponent into a front Facelock the Suplex Machine grabs a handful of leopard print bottoms at the hip. It seems like they go from standing to flat on the canvas impossibly fast as Smith snap Suplexes La Hurrican over.
They hardly have hit the mat when Wendy starts to bring Soledad back up, this time she hooks an arm under the back of Soledad’s thigh lifting the leg. The Powerhouse hooks her other arm over the Lucha’s shoulder. Trapped Sanchez is helpless to stop the Exploder Suplex that follows, Wendy lifts and toss Soledad up over her head. The Mexican hits the canvas hard, rolling over once before coming to a stop.
Wendy is back on her boots and stalking after the Luchadora, Sanchez groans as she tries to push up, but then ‘eeps’ as she feels Smith’s hands on her again. This time Wendy doesn’t even bother to bring Soledad to her feet for the next suplex. The Suplex Machine wraps her arms around Soledad’s center, Wendy lets out a loud grunt as she lifts the near dead weight of Sanchez, getting her to waist level before tossing and flipping the Lucha with a gutwrench suplex. Before the Mexican hits the crowd is chanting, “SUPLEX CITY!”
Soledad back arched reaches for her spine after the several hard landings. Wendy on the other hand seems to be getting stronger after the early beating she took. Sanchez on the exit to Suplex City, tries to come up with a detour, but Wendy is there pulling her back up. The PA Powerhouse puts her head against Sanchez’s left side wrapping her arms around the Lucha’s slender waist, the next street on Suplex City is Northern Lights Boulevard. Smith dips and pops her hips flipping Soledad over and holds the bridge going for a pinning finish.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Soledad breaks free, but she only rolls to her stomach her cheek resting on the canvas her eyes glassy already.
Smith rolls up to her haunches next to the Mexican wreckage, a weary but satisfied smirk creasing her lips. Wendy sweeps her chestnut hair over a shoulder and hops to her feet. She dips to sink her nails into the scalp of La Hurrican and tears the flagging lucha to her feet. Soledad sags into the Powerhouse and Smith guides her foe deep into the ropes behind them.
Coming out of the cables, the busty brunette heaves her smaller foe off with an Irish whip and Sanchez speeds across the canvas. She rebounds toward a charging Wendy and Smith reaches down into her toolbox to pull out the Altoona Sledge. Wendy delivers the heavy hammer of a right forearm between the eyes of Sanchez with enough force to send Soledad through a violent backflip, the blasted brunette landing on her chest after being sent through the spin cycle.
Smith skids to a stop and raises her arms high and wide, knowing from the feel of the connection and the THUMP of the mat, Soledad wouldn’t be moving for a good while.
The cheering throngs draw a smile out of Smith. She turns, strides to, and collects Soledad instead of shoveling Sanchez to her back for the pin and the likely win.
Instead, Wendy encircles the head of the ragdolled lucha with both hands, hauling the rubbery Soledad to her feet and tossing her, literally, deep into the nearby corner. Wendy follows the reeling Sanchez in, collecting the lucha behind her knees and vaulting her foe to a seat on the top buckle.
Wendy wastes little time as the crowd buzzes in anticipation. Smith forces Soledad’s noggin down, doubling the slender brunette forward. The PA Powerhouse collects La Hurrican’s legs behind her thighs and yanks her tightly wound, tawny-skinned bundle onto her right shoulder.
Wendy spins out of the corner and pirouettes, as a much a flourish as to further dizzy the captured and overturned Soledad. The end of the match now on Wendy’s schedule, she waltzes with her weakly squirming package a few more steps before laying out and destroying whatever’s left of the Mexican with her NGN.
<B>NGN</B> (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oZXUNZjWTc8 )
The THUMP of the impact sends Soledad bouncing into the air, Sanchez quickly spreading out into a motionless spreadeagle, truly no gimmick necessary for Wendy as she covers in a crossbody, hooking the near leg of La Hurrican out of courtesy rather than need for the anticlimactic ONE…TWO…THREE!
Smith rolls to her back, reclining across the broken Sanchez, relaxing atop the vanquished Mexican, reveling in her revenge. The clang of the bell doesn’t move Smith but the ring announcer’s official pronouncement convinces the PA Powerhouse to slowly push to her feet, Wendy using Soledad’s body as a platform to shove up and accept the cheers along with the words of the amplified announcer.
“Your winner…by pinfall…the Pennsylvania Powerhouse…WENDY SMITH!”
The ovation echoes through the arena as Smith travels to each set of buckles, climbing to the top and celebrating with each corner of the house, both Wendy and the FAWNatics rejoicing in her triumphant return.
WENDY SMITH:
Fans of throws and hot brunettes are already on their feet by the time…
Paramore’s ‘Misery Business’
www.youtube.com/watch?v=36ZOfeQKXUs
It wasn’t too long thereafter that the lightweight stalwart and pocket hurricane came breezing through the curtain. Coming to a stop at the top of the ramp Wendy simply stops throwing up her fists and offering a bellowed, “YEEEEAAAH!” The greeting was thrown back at her a thousand-fold. It seems like Wendy as always, she’s looks fired up she bounces around with boundless energy. The brunette wears a black FAWN t-shirt covering her choice of togs, she moves to the center of the ramp and crosses her arms grabbing the bottom edge of the t-shirt asking, “YOU GUYS READY!”
The FAWN crowd roars, The PA Powerhouse jerks the t-shirt over her head and throws it out into the crowd. Wendy is clad in a black sports bra up top, her bottoms are a wrestling singlet that is a baby blue color with two thin straps running up over her powerful shoulders, the singlet is little more than booty shorts with suspenders. On the front just below her navel are a pair crossed of sledge hammers, a closer look shows the letters N.G.N stamped on the heads of the hammers.
The FAWNatics cheer their approval as Wendy is making her way down the ramp at a brisk pace, Smith slaps a few hands, but then begins sprinting down the runway. The FAWNatics cheer the bouncing brunette on as she dives into the ring under the bottom rope. Smith pops to her feet quickly and makes a bee-line for the opposite ropes hitting them with force she heads back and forth making two laps before stopping at mid ring and throwing her arms up again and tapping her wrists together. After dropping her arms the PA Powerhouse walks over to the ropes and calls for a mic.
Before Wendy can speak though the Orlando crowd breaks into a “Welcome Back!” chant. Smith smiles and laughs as the chant goes on, but finally she raises the mic and holds up a hand saying, “Thank you. It’s great to be back here.”
Not that Smith left FAWN, but for nearly the past year she’s been out on the road travelling to the smaller venues and working with FAWN hopefuls, and future FAWN stars that aren’t quite ready for Orlando themselves. The brunette runs a hand through her hair before continuing, “It’s been a while now, but there has been one thing that just hasn’t sat right with me. Soledad Sanchez.” The crowd booing at the mention of the name.
Wendy nods in agreement, “I know. Well I’m here tonight to right that wrong, to avenge that loss.” Turning to the ramp and stage beyond Smith calls out, “Soledad! I want you tonight. Right Now!”
The crowd erupts in cheers and applause.
Silence ensues and continues, Wendy looking more and more impatient. The busty brunette draws the microphone back to her lips and Christina Aguilera’s ‘Desnudate’ begins to pulse through the arena. Wendy nods and beckons her as yet unseen foe forward.
DESNUDATE: www.youtube.com/watch?v=lnNuEqQ9E5E
From the sea of FAWNatics, a few Mexican flags pop into the air above the crowd, the banners waving proudly as the country’s little South of the Border spitfire emerges.
The Orlando crowd seems the consistency of a Trump rally as the lucha is buried under a raft of boos. Once known as the masked grappler La Hurrican, the lithe and lively brunette blows onto the stage with a flourish, the chorus of jeers and whistles growing louder.
The little lucha with the devious ‘win at all costs’ nature and the high-flying ability that might send her right over any wall for which Mexico would be forced to pay, stops to survey the crowd, reveling in the attention. As the former La Hurrican starts on her way down the ramp, the ring announcer adds to her accompaniment.
“And her opponent. Hailing from Monterrey, Mexico, she stands 5 feet 2 inches tall and weighs in tonight at 111 pounds... SOLEDAD SANCHEZ!!!!!”
SOLEDAD SANCHEZ:
The crowd turns their volume up all the more as the springy brunette races down the rest of the aisle, sliding in under the bottom rope and popping to her feet not far from Wendy.
The beautiful and, fair being fair, sneaky Latina, sports a leopard print two piece which, despite the difference in styles and physical builds, Sanchez fills out every bit as well as FAWN’s other resident leopard-spotted wrestler Kristy Sanders. Accompanying are green and red pads and boots.
Soledad takes a moment to turn to the crowd and answer every insult shouted her way with a vehement Spanish retort.
Satisfied she’s gotten the better of Orlando’s great unwashed, Soledad returns her attention to Smith
“You want me. You got me, chica. But you’ll have wished you stayed out in the sticks before the night is through”
Sanchez performs a snappy hair flip as she turns that lightly ‘thwaps’ the end of Wendy’s nose, Soledad sashays to the opposite corner to wait for the bell and the beginning of beatdown #2.
Wendy wipes her face after the hair whip, the PA Powerhouse able to control her urge to get at Soledad now that the Mexican is in the ring. The referee asks Wendy to check her boots and pads, the two time Lightweight champ agrees without a word. When he crosses the ring Soledad is less accomidating, but finally relents and the third person in the ring can call for the bell to start the match.
DING…DING...DING…
Smith comes out of her corner, Soledad likewise heads towards the center of the ring. La Hurrican though quickly shoots to her left and heads for the ropes, the high flier hits the cables and fires back towards the Suplex Machine. Wendy loads up a clothesline, but Sanchez ducks it and continues on to the opposite ropes. Smith spins around and sets for the next pass, Soledad bounces off the strands and heads for the other brunette. Wendy this time brings a knee up swinging it wide trying to catch the Luchadora in the stomach.
Soledad leaps into the air somersaulting over the Powerhouse’s thigh clearing by over a foot. La Hurrican rolls through and hits the ropes spring back a third time, Wendy closed in this time hoping to cut off any maneuver by the Luchadora. Smith hooks her arm under Soledad’s but the high flier leaps around and grabs Wendy’s opposite arm flinging the Suplex Machine with a Mexican Armdrag. Wendy hits the canvas and rolls up on to one knee. Soledad was up a bit quicker and nails Wendy with a drop kick to the chest sending her sliding into the ropes.
The speedy Mexican lightweight rolls back on her shoulders and kips to her feet with blinding speed. Wendy pushes up to her feet with her back to the ropes, Soledad smirking, “Same as always chica, you’re just too slow.”
Wendy runs her fingers inside the shoulder straps of her singlet, she then steps away from the ropes moving towards her opponent. Soledad doesn’t wait around though, turning and heading the ropes behind her. The PA Powerhouse follows again closing the distance fast than most would think the sturdy brunette could, Smith ducks a shoulder and extends her arm to tackle Soledad as she returns. The plan is solid and Wendy catches her, but Sanchez flips over the shoulder before Wendy can put her on the canvas. As soon as Soledad’s boots hit the mat she’s traps the arms she just flipped around and catches Wendy’s head and drops her with her single arm DDT.
Smith’s head bounces off the canvas, she pops back up on her knees before flopping over on her side stunned by the DDT. Soledad helps pushing Wendy down and hooks a leg looking to end the match quickly.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Wendy kicks and shoves sending Soledad rolling across the canvas.
The little lucha pops to her feet, spreading her arms high and wide.
“Always worry about getting what you want, chica,” Sanchez notes with a chuckle.
Slowed by the DDT, Wendy pushes up at something less than a brisk pace and Soledad is on her before the Altoona native can straighten. Sanchez races into a lifted knee to Smith’s bosom that sends the PA Powerhouse backpedaling to a corner, a look of pained confusion on her face.
La Hurrican follows behind, climbing to the middle ropes on either side of the staggered Smith. Grabbing Wendy’s dark locks with her left hand, Soledad draws back her foe’s face and fires off a half-dozen right fists into the jaw and cheek of the Altoona Hammer, Wendy’s noggin rocking to the side opposite the blows.
With Smith in a daze, Sanchez ascends to the top ropes and leaps to a scissors of the bigger brunette’s braincase. Throwing her limited mass in reverse, the Mexican lightweight RIPS Wendy out of the buckles and through a front flip, Soledad’s hurricarana hurtling the revenge-seeking Smith halfway across the ring.
Wendy lands on her backbone and skids another couple feet across the canvas before sliding to a stop, Smith wincing in pain and reaching for her lower spine.
Again, Soledad is barely mat-bound for a second, using her momentum to back somersault up to her feet while her foe is left taking stock of her growing aches and pains.
Wendy plants her palms on the deck and butt scoots her way to the opposite corner with Sanchez close behind. Smith barely gets situated on her backside in front of the buckles before the rampaging La Hurrican is stomping away with her Storm Swell, pounding boot sole after boot sole into Wendy’s pneumatic bosom.
Again, Sanchez plays unexpected bully to the Hammer, blasting away at Wendy until she’s a tawny-skinned mudhole. Soledad screams in excitement at the sight of the reeling Smith, the sound echoing over the silence of the startled FAWNatics.
“Not done yet senors and senoritas,” she shouts.
Dipping a hand into Wendy’s dark mane she tugs the wobbly unplugged Powerhouse to her feet and lifts a balled right hand high. She draws it to her lips and gives it a smooch before laying in with a Storm Flurry of jabs and hooks, sinking rights and then some left into the gut and chest of the sagging Smith.
With Wendy rocked to and fro, unable to stem La Hurrican, the lucha loads the uppercut that would finish the Flurry and perhaps Wendy. The right hand swings in from waist level, but Smith gets both hands up to block it a few inches from her chin. Throwing her hands down, Wendy sends the uppercut back from where it came. And before Soledad can respond with another, Wendy flicks out a jab to Sanchez’s chin that snaps the Mexican’s head back.
A look of wide-eyed surprise emerges on the lucha’s features. Still, Soledad fires back only to have the effort blocked with a left forearm by Wendy. Smith loads more with her second volley, a right cross connecting HARD and sending Sanchez stumbling back to mid-ring. And before the Mexican can count the little birdies, she’s leveled with a clothesline all the way from State College, Soledad damn near put through an entire back flip by the blow, the lucha making it ¾ of a spin and landing on her chest, clearly unaware of her environs.
As Smith skids to a stop to the cheers of the assembled, rolling her right shoulder as if she’s cocking for another blast, the grounded La Hurrican manages to reach all fours. It’s not an unimpressive feat considering she’d been put through Wendy’s version of the spin cycle, Smith reminding everyone she could match every lightweight and plenty of bigger girls when it comes to strength.
The PA Powerhouse sidles behind Sanchez waiting for the dizzied Soledad to make her feet. It seems an arduous task for Wendy to hold back, but she manages and encircles the lucha’s waist from behind in a cinching bearhug. Wendy’s biceps flex as she tightens the grip around the flat tummy of La Hurrican. She lifts the lucha off the canvas, Soledad frantically stretching her boot tips toward the mat, even as eyes bulge from the growing pressure around her diaphragm.
Sanchez gasps for breath in Wendy’s embrace. Smith ragdolls the Mexican from side to side, rattling the cage and the brain cells of the captured Soledad before finally tossing Sanchez’s body up and over with a belly-to-back suplex, Soledad landing heavy on her head and shoulders before somersaulting to her chest.
Again, the lucha tries to make hands and knees but this time collapses halfway up.
No matter. Wendy dips to scoop her arms under and lifts Sanchez as deadweight. Hauling Soledad up to across her chest, Smith heaves Sanchez the rest of the way with a gutwrench. The lucha’s body THUMPS against the deck, her body reacting like she’s stuck a fork in a socket, La Hurrican spasming onto the off ramp of FAWN’s version of Suplex City where, if she wasn’t careful, the Mexican might be turned into a soft, rainy drizzle from the Category Three earlier in the match.
Wendy seems to consider the cover but decides against it, wrapping an arm around the skull of the Mexican and dragging Sanchez up into a ready-made front facelock.
The crowd is chanting “MORE…MORE…MORE.” And Wendy implicitly understands. Settling into a slight crouch and grabbing Soledad’s trunks at the hip, Smith pops a reeling Sanchez high above. Smith rests the stalled lucha on a shoulder, Soledad’s boots pointed to the rafters.
And there the Mexican stays for second after long second, the FAWNatics reaching a full ‘TEN’ before the Hammer falls, Wendy dropping Sanchez to her spinal column one more time. Soledad yelps in pain, her back arching, at least until Wendy throws her curvy frame atop and flattens Soledad beneath for the
ONE…
TWO…
Soledad bucks her lithe frame getting a shoulder up and rolls to her side, but Wendy is still on top of La Hurrican. Smith doesn’t even look at the referee, it wasn’t very close to the three. The PA Powerhouse clamps down on Sanchez bringing her back to vertical as the bigger brunette stands. Soledad stands an inch or so shorter and gives up ten pounds to the Suplex Machine is still too woozy to stop Wendy from just bullying her back into the ropes. Wendy presses against Soledad for a moment then grins and steps back, CRACK!
Sanchez wails as Wendy back hand chops her foe’s cleavage just above the leopard print top. The scoop of Soledad’s halter top seems to fit Wendy’s hand size perfectly. The FAWNatics love it and chant, “ONE MORE TIME!” The Altoona Sledgehammer likes the idea, and even with the referee starting his count Wendy peels the other girl’s arms away from their protective fold across her chest and sends a second, some claim even louder chop to the Mexican’s gurls. Soledad folds at the waist her mouth open in a silent scream of pain. The ref reaches three of his five count, but Wendy sends Soledad racing across the ring with an Irish Whip before the other person in the ring can get to four.
The crowd still cheering the abuse of Soledad’s bosom watch as the La Hurrican races across the squared circle and rebounds towards the Powerhouse waiting for her at mid ring. Sanchez runs right into the bigger brunette’s arms, it looks like she might side slam the Luchadora, but Soledad swings around the Suplex Machine. Wendy makes another grab at Soledad, but the smaller girl swings around from back to front again. Now though Soledad has her arm around Smith’s skull, her legs swing around Wendy’s right side and the momentum and weight even pull the Suplex Machine from her moorings dropping Smith forehead first into the canvas with a DDT.
Wendy’s noggin hits and the rest of her body follow as she flips over into a seated position just for a moment before flopping over on to her side. Soledad’s landing is much more gentle, but she’s not in any big rush to get back to her feet as she tends to the welts marring her normally flawless cleavage. Still Soledad is first to her feet, but a woozy Powerhouse is not far behind, La Hurrican launches herself boots first nailing Wendy’s orbs sending her flying backwards. Smith hits the canvas skidding on her back for a few feet before coming to a stop starfished on the canvas.
This time Soledad takes the faster route to vertical, rolling back on her shoulders she kips to her feet in one move. The leopard clad beauty turns to the crowd holding her arms wide showing that no machine is the equal of a hurricane. Sanchez walks over to the wounded brunette, the wicked grin shows the smaller Luchadora is up to no good. Reaching down for Wendy’s ankles Soledad puts her boot down on Wendy’s center, lifting her legs as she pushes down with her foot. Instantly Smith is squirming, the ring veteran not just merely thrashing though, Wendy is scooting towards the ring ropes. Soledad pulling with everything she has, but still grinding her boot into Wendy’s sweet meat, can only slow Smith’s progress to the strands.
Wendy reaches over her head as far as her compact frame will allow and finally gets both hands around the bottom rope. The referee watching in anticipation calls for the break as soon as Wendy has the rope, but the win at any cost Mexican doesn’t give up on the hold. The referee orders again and then begins counting. Soledad not liking her fun being interrupted stomps her boot down with each count on Wendy’s womanhood. The storm doesn’t end for the busty brunette until the official reaches four and Soledad drops her legs, but gives Wendy’s crotch a final grind before turning back into the ring.
The zebra kneels down putting a hand on Wendy’s shoulder checking on her, the Suplex Machine nods she’s ok, even as she wedges hands between her thighs tending the soft flesh. Soledad yells, “Chica shoulda stayed lost.”
Wendy groans pulling herself up with help from the ropes, but Soledad comes pushing back in and turns Smith’s back to the ropes and raises her hand cracking Wendy’s bosom in payback for earlier. Wendy’s face is pinched in pain, but she was already hurting before. Sanchez snatches a taped wrist and sends the Suplex Machine racing across the ring, La Hurrican following. As Wendy hits off the ropes she turns to see Soledad already airborne with a high crossbody block. The lucha hits hard against the PA Powerhouse’s chest, but instead of taking her straight to the canvas Wendy twists her body turning the move into a power slam. It’s Soledad crushed under Wendy’s weight instead of the opposite, the young Mexican’s body jackknifing around the sturdy frame of the Suplex Machine as they hit.
Wendy staying on top holds her position on top hoping the impact will leave her foe stunned for the three count.
ONE…
TWO…
FOOT ON THE ROPE!
There are those that discount the Lucha’s ring skills because of her tactics, but Soledad clearly knew exactly where she was in the ring.
Wendy looks up at the official, a look of disappointment on her face. Her gaze travels down the man’s extended arm and index finger to see the Mexican has draped one of her lower limbs atop the rubber-coated steel cable. Smith pushes to her feet and gives Sanchez a moment to move. Seeing no attempt to rise forthcoming, Wendy boots Soledad’s ankle, sending the leg flying off the ropes.
Soledad yips in complaint but the ref motions the lucha is now fair game and Smith latches onto her foe’s left wrist and shoulder, yanking the brunette to her feet. Bullying Sanchez deep into the ropes, Wendy flings Soledad across the canvas. Sanchez rebounds at full speed out of the opposite set of cables and finds Smith waiting to drop on her foe once more.
With Wendy dipping, apparently to send Sanchez heavenward with a skyscraping back body drop, the speedy Mexican launches from close range and is able to leapfrog over the doubled veteran. Racing to her second set of ropes the instant she touches down, Soledad bears down on the spinning Smith after her next rebound but finds Wendy ready and able.
Smith lifts the slender Sanchez HIGH, catching her around the hips and pivoting with her cargo before dropping to her knees and PLANTING Soledad with a ring-rattling spinebuster.
With the gobsmacked lucha laid out in a starfish before her, the kneeling Smith ‘walks’ forward, matchbooking the dazed Soledad until La Hurrican’s boot tips are next to her ears, Wendy’s palms pressing down on the Mexican’s heels.
Looking every bit the prodigal daughter turned victor, Wendy nods along with the official’s slaps of the mat for
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Sanchez stays alive, flailing to life and managing to shift a shoulder off the deck in the nick of time. The crowd groans in response and there’s a hint of frustration from Smith. Growling she rises, ripping Soledad up by her roots then shoving her forward.
Backpedaling into the ropes behind her, the busty brunette charges out of the cables, her Altoona Sledge drawn in an effort to remove the Mexican’s head from her body, but La Hurrican ducks under. The women turn, Sanchez a bit quicker, and when the opportunity strikes with an advancing PA Powerhouse, the lucha hooks an arm at the elbow and swings Wendy to the canvas with a Mexican Armdrag.
<B>Mexican Armdrag</B> (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F5OVhLY6ccA ).
Smith uses the momentum to scramble to her feet and she rushes Soledad again, only for the slick and slender brunette to rip her down with the same maneuver. Wendy pushes toward vertical, refusing to take the hint, only to be laid horizontal with a crisp dropkick to the chin, the lucha apparently finding a second El Nino wind.
With Wendy wobbly, the Powerhouse’s next push to her feet slower than the rest, Soledad heads for the nearest set of buckles. She scrambles up and waits for Wendy to turn in her direction before launching.
With her lithe legs leading the way, Sanchez clamps a flying head scissors tight around on Smith’s braincase and whips around her bigger foe with a rana that sends Wendy tumbling through the air, landing with a heavy thud a good distance across the ring.
<B>Flying Rana</B> (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ug9kvJg0D4A ).
Already on her feet before Smith slides to a starfished stop, a dizzied Wendy wincing, her dark eyes spinning, Sanchez walks toward the decked grappler and stomp-walks across Smith’s bounty to reach the corner. Soledad climbs up and turns to face the flattened Wendy.
She takes a split-second to draw in a deep breath and vaults high into the sky, the lucha leaping into a 450 Splash gamechanger, Soledad landing flush in a wickedly violent SPLASH across Wendy’s tanned tummy.
<B> 450 Splash </B> ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=27Gj-VlBcQo )
Smith goes wide-eyed as her body jackknifes around the end result of Soledad’s signature acrobatics and, when she settles to the canvas with a soft groan, the Mexican scoops a leg with one arm and shoves her opposite forearm hard into Smith’s jaw, pressing her foe’s cheek flat to the canvas while rolling her into a cradle for
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
It’s Wendy’s turn to survive, Smith avoiding what is becoming less and less an upset with every answer the lucha finds to fight the former two-time lightweight champion to a standstill and then some.
Though barely in time with her break, the strength behind Wendy’s escape sends Soledad up to her knees with a look of wonder, her huge peepers growing larger as she watches the PA Powerhouse make it to her haunches before a few blinks to clear her vision and senses are required for Smith.
With her foe still lowered, Soledad mounts her rival in a standing headscissors from behind. But even as Sanchez tightens her thighs around Smith’s temples, Wendy starts to rise with Soledad now ‘stuck’ in place above her.
Thinking quickly, with Wendy now on her feet, the lucha shifts her position to perpendicular over one shoulder instead of across both and before Wendy can counter the counter, Soledad flips forward, bringing Wendy to the mat with her, right arm captured on the way down with the lucha’s signature Stormbreaker.
<B>Stormbreaker</B> (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCHjcxkt8nk ) @1:13
With both women ending on their back, Wendy’s right arm outstretched and being wrenched by LaHurrican, the fierce Mexican seeks to end Wendy via a submission if she can’t keep the stubborn Powerhouse down for a pin.
Her plan is solid, but keeping Wendy flat on her back is easier said than done. The trapped brunette rolls to her side reaching out with her free hand and grips her opposite forearm pulling herself up and Soledad’s torso comes up off the canvas as well. The Mexican pulls trying to break the Powerhouse’s grip, Soledad jerks with all her might still she can’t break the iron grip of the Suplex Machine. Smith tries lifting the high flier, but even the Powerhouse can’t from her current position. Wendy begins pushing with her legs driving Soledad across the canvas on her back towards the ropes.
Wendy straining has Soledad between her and the ropes, but she keeps pushing shoving the Lucha under the bottom rope. The referee calls for a break, Soledad wiggles under the ropes still hanging on to Wendy’s arm. The safety of the ropes turns into a trap as Smith’s throat is caught on the strand choking her while Soledad hangs upside down. The referee screams for Sanchez to break the hold, “Let her go Soledad, ONE!”
The PA Powerhouse’s face is turning bright red, her legs kicking wildly as she choked. Still trapped she can’t release her grip for fear having her other arm popped at the elbow. La Hurrican hangs on even as the referee reaches five. The official screams, “Let her go Soledad, it’s your last chance!”
Smith’s movements are slowing as it looks like she’s going out. Finally Soledad gives up on the hold, she’s always willing to cheat just not get disqualified for it. Flipping over Sanchez lands in a crouch outside the ring grinning as she turns to the crowd. Wendy crawls off the ropes coughing and gasping for air. La Hurrican pushes her sweat soaked out of her face before heading over to the corner. She climbs to the apron, then up the ring post until she stands atop the turnbuckles as looks down at the still splayed Wendy smirking, “end of your night Chica.”
Leaping into the air La Hurrican flips her body her head rotating around as she goes for a shooting Star Press. The move is done flawlessly, but when Soledad flats out she lets out a cry as her landing pad is no longer there. The cry is cut short by the loud THUD of Sanchez hitting the canvas and the wind being knocked from her body. A few feet away Wendy gasps for breath and tries to clear the cobwebs in her brain.
The Referee watches both and after a moment begins to count both women out.
ONE…TWO…THREEE…FOUR.
Soledad pushes up to her hands and knees, Wendy rolls to her stomach and starts pushing up as well.
FIVE…SIX…
Sanchez gets up on wobbly legs, Wendy on one knee.
La Hurrican runs towards the ropes, rebounding she races towards the PA Powerhouse. Leaping Soledad reaches for Wendy’s head, swinging around she’s clearly going for one of her titl-a-whirl moves. The Suplex Machine catches the Lucha as she swings around stopping Sanchez’s momentum and drops down to one knee slamming Soledad’s back down across the posted leg.
Soledad is bent in an unnatural inverted ‘U’ around Wendy’s thigh, the Suplex Machine shoving her to the canvas. The crowd instantly begins cheering, feeding the Powerhouse. Wendy reaches out before she begins standing and hair hauls Soledad to her feet, pulling her opponent into a front Facelock the Suplex Machine grabs a handful of leopard print bottoms at the hip. It seems like they go from standing to flat on the canvas impossibly fast as Smith snap Suplexes La Hurrican over.
They hardly have hit the mat when Wendy starts to bring Soledad back up, this time she hooks an arm under the back of Soledad’s thigh lifting the leg. The Powerhouse hooks her other arm over the Lucha’s shoulder. Trapped Sanchez is helpless to stop the Exploder Suplex that follows, Wendy lifts and toss Soledad up over her head. The Mexican hits the canvas hard, rolling over once before coming to a stop.
Wendy is back on her boots and stalking after the Luchadora, Sanchez groans as she tries to push up, but then ‘eeps’ as she feels Smith’s hands on her again. This time Wendy doesn’t even bother to bring Soledad to her feet for the next suplex. The Suplex Machine wraps her arms around Soledad’s center, Wendy lets out a loud grunt as she lifts the near dead weight of Sanchez, getting her to waist level before tossing and flipping the Lucha with a gutwrench suplex. Before the Mexican hits the crowd is chanting, “SUPLEX CITY!”
Soledad back arched reaches for her spine after the several hard landings. Wendy on the other hand seems to be getting stronger after the early beating she took. Sanchez on the exit to Suplex City, tries to come up with a detour, but Wendy is there pulling her back up. The PA Powerhouse puts her head against Sanchez’s left side wrapping her arms around the Lucha’s slender waist, the next street on Suplex City is Northern Lights Boulevard. Smith dips and pops her hips flipping Soledad over and holds the bridge going for a pinning finish.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Soledad breaks free, but she only rolls to her stomach her cheek resting on the canvas her eyes glassy already.
Smith rolls up to her haunches next to the Mexican wreckage, a weary but satisfied smirk creasing her lips. Wendy sweeps her chestnut hair over a shoulder and hops to her feet. She dips to sink her nails into the scalp of La Hurrican and tears the flagging lucha to her feet. Soledad sags into the Powerhouse and Smith guides her foe deep into the ropes behind them.
Coming out of the cables, the busty brunette heaves her smaller foe off with an Irish whip and Sanchez speeds across the canvas. She rebounds toward a charging Wendy and Smith reaches down into her toolbox to pull out the Altoona Sledge. Wendy delivers the heavy hammer of a right forearm between the eyes of Sanchez with enough force to send Soledad through a violent backflip, the blasted brunette landing on her chest after being sent through the spin cycle.
Smith skids to a stop and raises her arms high and wide, knowing from the feel of the connection and the THUMP of the mat, Soledad wouldn’t be moving for a good while.
The cheering throngs draw a smile out of Smith. She turns, strides to, and collects Soledad instead of shoveling Sanchez to her back for the pin and the likely win.
Instead, Wendy encircles the head of the ragdolled lucha with both hands, hauling the rubbery Soledad to her feet and tossing her, literally, deep into the nearby corner. Wendy follows the reeling Sanchez in, collecting the lucha behind her knees and vaulting her foe to a seat on the top buckle.
Wendy wastes little time as the crowd buzzes in anticipation. Smith forces Soledad’s noggin down, doubling the slender brunette forward. The PA Powerhouse collects La Hurrican’s legs behind her thighs and yanks her tightly wound, tawny-skinned bundle onto her right shoulder.
Wendy spins out of the corner and pirouettes, as a much a flourish as to further dizzy the captured and overturned Soledad. The end of the match now on Wendy’s schedule, she waltzes with her weakly squirming package a few more steps before laying out and destroying whatever’s left of the Mexican with her NGN.
<B>NGN</B> (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oZXUNZjWTc8 )
The THUMP of the impact sends Soledad bouncing into the air, Sanchez quickly spreading out into a motionless spreadeagle, truly no gimmick necessary for Wendy as she covers in a crossbody, hooking the near leg of La Hurrican out of courtesy rather than need for the anticlimactic ONE…TWO…THREE!
Smith rolls to her back, reclining across the broken Sanchez, relaxing atop the vanquished Mexican, reveling in her revenge. The clang of the bell doesn’t move Smith but the ring announcer’s official pronouncement convinces the PA Powerhouse to slowly push to her feet, Wendy using Soledad’s body as a platform to shove up and accept the cheers along with the words of the amplified announcer.
“Your winner…by pinfall…the Pennsylvania Powerhouse…WENDY SMITH!”
The ovation echoes through the arena as Smith travels to each set of buckles, climbing to the top and celebrating with each corner of the house, both Wendy and the FAWNatics rejoicing in her triumphant return.