Post by bigfan on Dec 4, 2016 7:08:13 GMT
Guessing the tag match returning the once beloved and now despised Hawkeye to the FAWN ring is coming, the assembled are surprised when they don’t hear The Clash but instead it’s a soft melodic hip-hop flowing through the arena. Realizing it’s the anthem of her new and seemingly oddly-matched partner in crime, the crowd’s collective gaze turns to the upper stage.
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8tEyAAniu5U&index=36&list=PLFgquLnL59anjMBFmfztjKvngIUN1F987)
‘That’s Me Right There’ from Jasmine V has the crowd in a surly mood to say the least. The newly minted African-American dazzler Jasmine Washington 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, Wash seemingly mesmerizes via the action of her hips and booty, the newbie built with an abundance of junk in the trunk.
JASMINE WASHINGTON:
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KYLIE SANDERS:
The duo holds for a moment, the crowd booing but also breathless in anticipation. All turn as one when the former FAWN World Champion, who’d startlingly come to Jasmine’s assistance against long-time nemesis LaKeisha Bates, shoves through the curtains and takes a spot next to the African-American pairing. Kylie Sanders daps both women, the Hawkeye sharing a beaming smile with her new compatriots. The elfin blonde turns a much sterner gaze to the multitudes heaping their disdain and tossing less than complimentary remarks at the turncoat and her new allies.
Breaking out of a mini-huddle, J-Dogg flashes signs and shakes dat ass, Washington working her way down the ramp first. 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.
Behind the rookie, Sanders and Andrews traverse the ramp and aisle, the former tag partner of Bates with a microphone in hand, Kylie with her ever present Louis Vuitton handbag. The former fan favorite wears a black one-piece, black leather belt around her midriff, black lace covering her shoulders and upper arms, the Iowan still going all in with Vuitton, sporting designer togs as well. She finishes things off with black boots and pads as well.
Reaching the ring, Wash hops to the apron and swishes her rump from side to side before swinging a leg through. Jasmine sits on the middle cable and pushes the top up for her new partner. Instead of moving all the way through, Kylie joins J-Dogg with a seat on the rope. A grinning Demetria, looking surprised but pleased at Kylie’s deference, moves through and takes center stage, the new teammates following closely behind.
“Did we show you Bates ain’t da woman to take down Da Man,” Demetria says, adding a chuckle “Dat’s my Jasmine girl. And who’s da girl who realized what Da Man does and changed her ways. Dat’s my Kylie girl.”
The crowd lets their disapproval bounce off the walls of the arena, the noise reaching ear-pounding decibels.
“So let me introduce to you da girls dat are gonna show you fools and Da Man where he can put Bootyskank and the rest uh deese lameass teams.”
First, straight outta Hotlanta G-A. She’s five feet five inches tall and weighs in at 125 pounds. It’s da badass from Bad Street, Jasmine Washington. And from da crib. Da corn crib. She’s five feet four inches tall and weighing in at 115 pounds, Vanilla Chill, Kylie Sanders. Together, they are Hot&Bothered.”
The crowd doubles its enmity and volume as Jasmine and Kylie hold each other’s near arm high and Demetria shows them off with both to the sound of rancorous jeers.
“So get Bootyskank out here for dere beatin’. Da Man and da sellout Bates has to be taught dere place.”
Pleased with herself and her new team, Andrews leads H&B to their corner, Demetria stepping through as the ring announcer decides he better start with the next introduction before someone steals it from him.
“And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of two hundred and seventy-three pounds, LaKEISHA BATES and KENDRA LaRUE! Together, they are BOOOOOOTTTYYYSSSHHHOOOCCCKKK!!!!!”
Jennifer Lopez’s “Booty” is greeted with an unusual amount of positive response, the Booty Queen of Fort Worth and the Siren not paying the cheers any mind as they storm through the curtain in all their callipygian glory.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxtIRArhVD4 )
Bates stands clad in gold bikini bottoms with a thick black edging and matching bandeau top. 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 connected 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.
LaKesha Bates:
Kendra LaRue:
Beside her, LaRue does things to her fightin’ black bikini that were illegal in most Bible Belt states. While every bit of her is easy on the eyes, she wasn’t part of a team called ’Bootyshock’ for no reason, and so it’s no wonder that most every eye in the place was drawn to her backside where the word ‘Siren’ is scrawled in flowing pink script. Not that you’re paying a damned bit of attention to accessories, but her ensemble is completed by white pads and boots. Reveling in their complete control over these drooling slobs, LaKeisha and Kendra exchange high fives and a little hip check before strutting their way down the aisle, eyeing their foes with malice clearly on their mind.
The former Queen of The Jungle and the former FAWN World and Tag Team champion reach ringside, the Siren ascending the stairs first. Kendra settles into her customary spot, holding the ropes open so LK could pass.
Bates slooooooowly slips through and takes a seat on the rubber-coated steel so Kendra can enter, torturing the masses with every bit as luxurious and leisurely a motion as her partner. The ladies of Bootyshock make their way to the corner opposite the newly minted and soon-to-be disposed of challengers.
Short on talk and more than ready for action, LK motions for LaRue to depart through the ropes and Kendra complies with an ‘oh are you gonna get it’ grin directed at Vanilla Chill.
In the other corner, seeing Bates remain, Kylie seems very excited to exit and she beats the direction of Demetria to join Kendra on the sidelines, leaving J-Dogg to battle LK.
The official calls for the bell and a disappointed Bates and smirking Jasmine circle toward each other, connecting in a collar-and-elbow tie-up
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There’s a momentary struggle for leverage but quickly Bates uses her bootyful low center of gravity to back Washington toward the corner behind her foe. LaKeisha hardly seems to care she’s moving toward the corner of the newly formed team and, in fact, she concentrates her gaze over the shoulder of the grunting J-Dogg, narrowing it upon a fidgeting Sanders.
Kylie shouts encouragement to her partner but Jasmine can’t stop Bates from heaving her the rest of the way to the buckles from a few feet out, Washington’s back thumping against the pads. Pain registers across Jasmine’s face while Kylie swallows hard and remains on the apron.
“Been over a year since you been in the ring, Nebraska,” LK growls. “At least as something other than a chickenshit skank. Ya shoulda quit while you were behind.”
LaKeisha’s open right hand shoots out blindingly and craaacks across Kylie’s cheek, spinning the blonde’s noggin.
“Get yo ass in here, Nebraska!”
A furious Sanders ducks and starts stepping through the ropes, the Rumpshaker grinning, when Jasmine dives forward and throws a shoulder block into LK’s left kneecap. Yelping, Bates manages to remain vertical, but she turns and hobbles away.
Immediately, Ky calls for a tag and the rookie obliges the FAWN original, the energy in the crowd increasing noticeably when the turncoat joins her old nemesis. Sanders takes trouble to keep in Bates’ six and delivers a vicious boot to the pit of the suddenly creaky knee.
LaKeisha drops to the wounded joint, the crowd jeering Sanders when the elfin blonde raises her arms high and wide.
“Did you miss me?” she shouts.
When the reply comes in the extremely negative, Kylie’s hazel eyes return to Bates.
“I know this sellout did.”
LaKeisha tries to push up but before she can manage, the Heinous Hawkeye swings a soccer kick between Bates’ shoulderblades, sending the Nubian Queen into an agonized arch.
“So my ass is in here,” Ky barks at LK.
The blonde mounts the kneeling LaKeisha from behind, swinging one ivory leg over the Rumpshaker’s left shoulder before doing likewise on the other side and clamping down in a standing head scissors. Kylie locks her ankles and sends a pulse down her slender sinewy stems.
“But I’m pretty sure you want owww…whoa…”
Before the hated prodigal daughter can disengage and evacuate, LaKeisha’s arms encircle Kylie’s legs. With Sanders’ eyes growing wide with worry, a grunting Bates starts to rise, lifting Ky HIGH into the air above her.
As the crowd roars its approval with Bates marching toward the middle of the ring, Kylie’s pinwheeling arms drop so she can grab a handful of LK’s ebony locks with one hand. Sanders balls her right into a fist, but before she can land the initial blow of a barrage, LaKeisha lays out and drops Kylie electric–chair style to the deck.
The former fan favorite THUMPS then spasms in pain, twisting her slender frame so she lies on her chest. The blonde reaches a hand to the small of her back as Bates moves to a seated position next to her.
“So you forget there’s a price to pay when you get in a FAWN ring, farm girl?” LaKeisha asks as she grabs, Sanders’ shoulder-length, flaxen locks and tugs Kylie up with her.
“Cause it’s hard for me to believe you forgot what it’s like to be Shaken.”
The words are joined by threatening action as Bates bends Kylie toward a dragon sleeper position, LK looking as she’s considering mounting in a reverse standing head scissors to shake and break Kylie right on out of FAWN for another year.
But before she can climb aboard and Rumpshake, Kylie barrel rolls out of Bates’ grip and scurries to the Hot&Bothered corner, briskly tagging Jasmine.
LaKeisha’s perfect pearlies emerge as she nods.
“I gotcha Vanilla Chill,” she chuckles while moving to the Bootyshock bench.
She reaches a hand out and Kendra slaps her way into the match, La Rue and Washington replacing their counterparts.
It takes only an instant for J-Dogg to charge and lower a shoulder into the chest of the new Bootyshock trooper. Thrusting forward as she’s hit, it’s Kendra who drops Jasmine to the canvas like a bad habit, Washington looking up in disbelief.
Jasmine crabwalks on all fours a few steps back from a smirking Kendra.
“Care to prove you’re a fool again?” La Rue asks.
Jasmine turns to her corner and gets some words of wisdom from Demetria. She circles out this time, her tawny-skinned narrowing the gap until LaRue is close enough to throw a hip check catching Washington flush in the tummy. J-Dogg doubles with a gasp as Kendra collects a handful of her foe’s dark mane and a wrist.
With a wicked whip, the Siren heaves Jasmine to a neutral corner, Washington turning into a HUGE impact with the buckles, the power differential between the teams immediately evident.
Kendra is quick to follow behind her still vertical foe, racing into a running hip splash of the rookie that draws a reflexive groan from the impressed FAWNatics. As Kendra steps to the side, Jasmine drunkenly weaves toward the middle. La Rue grabs a limp wrist from behind and spins Wash to face her, quickly dipping an arm between the rookie’s legs and ‘hupping’ Jasmine across her shoulders.
Kendra takes but a split second to transition to full attack mode, flipping Jasmine up and off a shoulder, following the tumbling Washington down, sitting out with a picture perfect Samoan Driver that rattles the ring.
<B> Samoan Driver </B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Nvt0TcehR4 )
Kendra snatches up Jasmine’s legs and forces her into a reverse cradle, Washington’s’ head between Kendra’s slightly parted thighs for the ONE…TWO…and Jasmine kicks her way free, keeping H&B from a dubious start to their career.
The Badass from Hotlanta looks more like a kicked ass as LaRue roughly drags Washington into her lap. Kendra leeeans back, dropping to her back while lifting Jasmine HIGH off the canvas. The Bootyshocker reverses course with a pelvic thrust, sending Booty Junior higher still and SLAMMING Washington’s tailbone to canvas with a colossal Keister Bounce.
Jasmine’s face twists in pain as the shockwave moves up her spine, Wash without the necessary padding to cancel out the impact. With one thump still reverberating, the former Queen of The Jungle wraps her powerful thighs arounds Washington’s midriff, crushing her ribs from either side. J-Dogg gasps in pain while Kylie offers some ineffectual clapping encouragement.
“Don’t let her…”
The blonde’s voice trails off as she rolls her hazel eyes, Kendra again dropping to her back and thrusting up, forward and down, SLAMMING J-Dogg’s coccyx to the canvas a second and then a third time. Jasmine pleads, shaking her head when Kendra goes even number again.
“No…no…no,” she cries until the crashing collision is joined with a satisfied “YES” from LaRue.
Kendra unclasps her scissors and rises over a wincing Jasmine, Washington kneading her backside, the usurper to the booty throne of the Shockers appearing far from up to the task. Kendra gives J-Dogg a dismissive slap to the top of her head then sinks her nails into the rookie’s scalp, dragging her to the Bootyshock corner.
Kendra tags LK but instead of departing, she waits for Bates to join her. Immediately, Demetria shouts in protest.
LK, Andrews’ former tag partner from years and years gone by offers a surly “Bytch, please.”
Both Shockers haul a rightfully concerned Jasmine off the deck and bully her down the ring ropes, ignoring the official’s complaints. The duo sends Washington for the ride, following her to mid-ring where they set for the return of the Badass from GA. Kendra and LaKeisha jump and twist into a Double Rear View that nearly removes Jasmine’s head from her shoulders.
<B> Rear View</B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3TNODcw5Xs )
Washington’s braincase buggywhips to the deck, the back of her skull CRASHING into the canvas while the Shockers glance over their shoulders at the starfished rookie. The women share a high-five. Seeing the cavalry, Kendra races to the H&B corner, both Demetria and Kylie on the apron. Andrews gets into a back-n-forth barrage with LaRue. Meanwhile, LaKeisha skies into the air above Washington and SLAMS her legendary cheeks into Jasmine’s midriff.
With every molecule of oxygen driven out of J-Dogg’s lungs, Bates gathers up both legs while in a reverse straddle and leans back into a jackknife pin for the certain ONE…TWO…THRNOOO!
There’s no kickout from the bootyshocked rookie. Instead, it’s Kylie sending a dropkick into LK’s chin. The impact sends her Bates hurtling off Wash, the former World Champion staving off defeat by the scantest margin.
Having been tardy in ejecting Kendra, the zebra seems willing to let Kylie have her stay, all four women in the ring, not to mention the H&B manager, slugging it out with LaRue from the other side of the ropes.
Sanders stomps away at the Rumpshaker, trying to keep the big bootyful Bates grounded while a dazed Jasmine shakes off an attic full of cobwebs, trying to clear her glazed green eyes. It’s not an easy task for Ky as a determined LaKeisha makes it to vertical despite the boot leather. But a swift toe kick to LK’s gut finally freezes the risen Nubian Queen.
Kylie snatches LaKeisha’s head in a tight side headlock. The blonde raises her free arm and circles the hand high, not endearing herself to the assembled. In any case, she spins and reflexively takes off for the opposite side of the ring, needing some runway to take off for her bulldog.
Kylie drags LK with her on her hip and, after a several step surge, leaps legs starting to extend for the sit out that would send LaKeisha’s face crashing into the deck.
Unfortunately, moments before, Kendra had sent Demetria sprawling to the floor with a right cross to the jaw and is ready to receive the airborne Kylie into her wide open arms. A wide-eyed Sanders realizes too late and she’s encased in the arms and chest of the Siren, Kendra capturing the former fan favorite in an enveloping bearhug.
LaRue cinches her embrace around a moaning Kylie, the slender elfin blonde being squeezed so tightly it appears her internal organs might seep out her gaping mouth along with every ounce of breath.
Sanders struggles in the death grip fruitlessly, the tips of her boots reaching desperately for the canvas.
Beside her partner, LaKeisha gives Kendra a nod of thanks for interrupting Kylie’s plan then makes the blonde a Sanderswich, Bates pressing in from the back, Kylie now in a two Shocker vise that sends Kylie’s tongue poking from between her rosy lips as she’s compressed brutally between the two Bootyshockers.
Noticing Jasmine struggle to her feet, Kendra leaves Kylie to her ‘good friend’, unlatching her portion of the embrace. LaKeisha runs Sanders to the buckles and SQUASHES the elfin blonde between in a reverse avalanche splash. LK spins a ragdolled Kylie to face her and kicks the legs of the Heinous Hawkeye out from under her, Sanders landing on her comparatively bony behind, ivory-skinned legs extended in front of her.
The FAWNatics immediately cry out for the obvious and Bates, unaccustomed to their support, seems eager to please, particularly when it means giving Kylie her signature Rump Sniffer.
Spinning so Kylie is staring down the barrel of her most infamous weapon, LaKeisha backs dat ass up. Ky’s pleas of ‘no’ soon become a muffled ‘nmmmph’ as her face is buried in backside, LK swabbing and buffeting Sanders. Kylie’s hands desperately press against LaKeisha’s hips but she’s unable to move her foe an inch.
The Rumpshaker, clearly enjoying the feel of ‘Nebraska’ nose tight to her thinly-sheathed booty cleavage, revels in the labored huffs of Ky’s exhales, Kylie fading to putty in her disastrous return.
But before Sanders is snuffed out completely, LaKeisha’s head snaps back from a knee to the chin, Bates melting to a seat in front of the greasy-faced and lounging Hawkeye.
J-Dogg, having caught Kendra with a toe kick to the approaching and unsuspecting Bootyshocker, turned with the curvy grappler and bum-rushed LaRue to the outside tossing her over the top, Kendra banging off the apron on her trip to the floor. The rookie’s effort allows Demetria to direct her protégé to make the save on Kylie, though the glistening wiltrd blonde hardly looks ready to help Washington with a double team.
The official, having long since given up on keeping a count on either team, seems content to make the match a free-for-all under his own authority and doesn’t bother rolling a blasted Sanders under the ropes.
Among the two legals, Washington tugs the Rumpshaker to her feet and snap mares her to a spreadeagle, dead center of the ring. The comparative newbie, eager to show she deserves her place in the bigs, gets on her horse and heads to the ropes. Jasmine handsprings into the cables, rebounding into a spectacular moonsault splash across Bates’ tummy.
<B> Handspring Splash</B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-QBrVyoU0as )
LK huffs from the impressive impact as Washington settles across LaKeisha’s body in a lateral press for the ONE…TWO… Bates shoves the rookie off, rolling to her side in the process.
Not far away, Demetria not only verbally coaxes Kylie out of her stupor but gives her a less-than-light slap to rouse the blonde. Ky swings wildly in front of her, unaware of her surroundings.
“Huh…wuuhhh.”
Andrews guides Kylie’s gaze to her new partner, Wash working at knotting the legs of Sanders’ long-time nemesis. Having crossed LaKeisha’s stems at the ankles, her own arms worked into the tangle, Jasmine spins a protesting Bates to her chest and drops to the canvas to add a scissors and complete her Hotlanta Clutch.
<B>Hotlanta Clutch</B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0cqN0aJkNA )
Bates howls in pain, tearing at her own locks to spread the anguish coursing through her legs and, when a risen Kylie leaps into an elbow drop across the back of LK’s skull, Bates’ position isn’t helped any. The cruel Sanders quickly secures a crossface on the already hurting Rumpshaker, LaKeisha taking it from both ends. With the ref’s lenience, it seems sure Hot&Bothered are about to pick up a HUGE first win.
But a returning Kendra has something to say, LaKeisha holding out until the curvy former Queen of The Jungle drops a big leg across the throat of the Badass from Hotlanta. The Clutch released instantly, Jasmine spasming and grasping at her throat instead of keeping LK’s legs tied, Kylie gives up her end of Bates as well and pushes to her feet, rushing at LaRue from her blind side.
But this isn’t Kendra’s first rodeo and she’s well aware of Kylie’s duplicitous nature. Throwing out a blind, mule kick behind, the raven-haired grappler impales the slender blonde lightweight, Kylie doubling over, bug-eyed. Pivoting around the doubled Ky, the bigger Kendra slips her right arm between Sanders’ legs and hoists Kylie off the canvas and across her shoulders, the Heinous Hawkeye’s face and chest pointed to the rafters in a Torture Rack.
The powerful Shocker, an arm swung around Ky’s neck and thighs, bends the blonde’s spine around her broad shoulders, Kylie howling in agony as Kendra appears determined to snap her foe in two, the size difference stark enough for some in the audience to believe it could happen, perhaps most of all, Kylie.
Kendra hops in place once and twice trying to snap the ivory-skinned twig and she might have on number three. However, a risen Jasmine, having raced to the ropes and rebounded, SPEARS the holy hell out of Kendra. LaRue is flattened to the canvas, Kylie tumbling free in the process and rolling to a stop on the ring’s edge, again appearing akin to a wet dishrag.
Having ended atop Kendra, the rookie reflexively goes for the cover and the ref seems willing to play by the new rules, counting out a ONE…TWO… And Kendra throws a shoulder high, sending Jasmine into a fit of frustration.
From the outside, Demetria demands the newbie maintain her focus and Wash rises to gaze down on the scattered remnants of two likely Hall of Famers and a woman who’d dominated The Jungle and made a strong name in the bigs. She, Jasmine Washington, hovered over all of them. It takes another shout from her manager to prompt J-Dogg back into action.
Washington scrapes Bates off the canvas and retreats to the ropes behind her, bounding into a u-turn and sprinting back to the doubled LK. Reaching the ‘sellout’, Washington hops to a stop, surrounding LaKeisha’s head in a tight overhand grip then SLAMMING the Rumpshaker’s face to the deck in brutal fashion.
<B> Mat Facebuster</B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rY3HEtmIjnY )
Showing her toughness, LaKeisha pops right back to her feet, though she backpedals to the ropes in a drunken stagger. Jasmine races toward her foe, clothesline drawn and THUMPS a right arm across her foe’s chest, sending LK backflipping out of the ring. However, Wash’s momentum delivers both African-Americans to the outside, the ladies landing in a jumble of arms, legs and, of course, booties.
Still in the ring, Kylie and Kendra struggle to vertical, both reaching their boot soles simultaneously. They turn to each other and it’s the blonde who’s able to leap into a European Uppercut that snaps LaRue’s braincase back. Momentarily dazed, Kendra can manage little as Sanders dips and sends her head between Kendra’s powerful thighs. It’s a dangerous gambit, as the smaller Sanders manages to lift the former Queen off her feet, barely. Kylie’s slender stems shimmy, but the FAWN original steadies and drops to her backside, SLAMMING Kendra’s face into the deck with her Iowa Waterwheel.
<B>Iowa Waterwheel</B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L78bbjcEtWw )
Kylie scrambles to a reverse straddle of Kendra’s waist as LaRue checks her throbbing nose, both hands pressing on the bridge. With Kendra distracted, Kylie raises her right hand high, forming it into a claw. Reflexively, Kylie’s former Corps shouts out in unison.
“FARM…HAND”
And Sanders sinks her hammy clamp into the muscle connecting Kendra’s opulent glute to her thick thigh. Kylie digs the digits in deep, expertly hitting the pressure points of muscle and nerve, drawing mewls of pain that transition to yipping hyperventilation.
Ky presses her left palm down on her delving right set of fingers, determined to make the Siren suffer. Kendra reaches back over her shoulder, trying to find a handful of flaxen locks, but Kylie keeps low and kneads her way deeper into the muscle and nerve bundle. Finally, Ky pulls free and delivers a right fist to put the cherry on top of the screaming knot in Kendra’s hammy.
Hopping to her feet, finally looking every bit what she had not been for over a year, a FAWN wrestler, Kylie skips around the ring, flaunting her success at the crowd. The assembled begin to chant, slowly and softly at first, but quickly gaining strength.
“TROLL…TROLL…TROLL…”
The glee disappears from Sanders’ hazel pools in an instant, the blonde shouting at the FAWNatics to “SHUT UP”. She covers her ears. “I AM A WORLD CHAMPION. I AM NOT A TROLL.”
“TROLL…TROLL…TROLL…”
Furious, Kylie yanks at her shoulder-length golden follicles.
“SHUT YOUR PIEHOLES YOU MORONS!”
Finally turning her attention back to Kendra, Kylie’s eyes go wide, seeing LaRue up and ambling toward her. Still, the wily vet has time to send a boot into Kendra’s lower abdomen. The Iowan snatches onto the Siren’s long dark locks and leaps. Sitting out, she SPIKES the Bootyshock trooper’s face into the deck.
<B>Sitout Facebuster</B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sll-3Pm7RqM )
Kylie moves to her foe’s side and pulls the big curvy grappler to her back, diving on top with a lateral press for the ONE…TWO…THRNOOO!
Kendra kicks free with half a tick to spare. While Kylie complains, Demetria’s voice is nowhere to be heard. This is mainly because H&B’s manager has a wrist of her former partner’s, J-Dogg with the other. The duo aim Bates down the length of the ring and heave their ho. LaKeisha sprints toward the metal barrier, spinning into a calamitous collision, Bates’ spine dissected by the steel pole at the top of the barricade. The Shaker melts to the floor, wincing in pain, reaching for the base of her backbone.
Sanders grabs a quick glance at the handicapped Bates and knows victory is in her hands. Rising to her feet, she leaps and mushroom stomps LaRue’s considerable cleavage, the former Queen of The Jungle yelping as the sneering Kylie grinds her boot leather into the tender tissue.
“Am I back?” the blonde shouts.
The crowd puts up a weak reply, for it’s hard to argue the point.
“That’s what I thought!”
Ky tugs a worn and ragged Kendra to her feet, the raven-haired fighter slumping forward. The crowd watches in amazement as Sanders leans forward, pointed in the opposite direction, and wraps her arms around Kendra’s midriff.
Did the lightweight mean to introduce LaRue to the Children of the Corn and gutwrench drive her bigger, curvy foe into the deck in a display of power Ky usually reserved for fellow petites? As she dips and grunts, it becomes clear.
<B> Children of the Corn </B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sll-3Pm7RqM )
But halfway up, a wriggling Kendra fights her way back to the canvas. Sanders tries again and only gets LaRue to tiptoes. The third time is not charming as the Hawkeye’s foe levels elbow after elbow into the base of her vertebrae, a wincing Ky giving up her grip on the Siren’s belly.
Massaging her back with one hand, the blonde reaches for her foe with the other when Kendra lifts a big knee into the navel of the former World Champ with enough force the smaller blonde is lifted off her feet. Her foe gutted and gasping, Kendra dips and surrounds the curve of Ky’s taut and relatively tiny booty.
With barely the hint of an effort, Kendra launches Kylie into the air, resting the blonde on her right shoulder for a moment before using one arm to spin the trapped Sanders HIGH and THUMPS Kylie into the deck with a devastating Swinging Side Slam.
<B> Swinging Side Slam</B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BhI1wTFc6KU )
The force of the impact sends Ky up to a half-seated position for a tick before the blasted blonde seeps to her back in a wide starfish, semiconscious. Kendra collects both of Sanders’ legs behind the knees and crawls forward, folding Kylie in half with a jackknife pin, Kendra atop her for ONE…TWO…THREENOOO!
The turncoat, showing what is her most breathtaking ability, the knack to absorb punishment and keep surviving, presents it once again as the crowd groans in disappointment. But LaRue doesn’t seem aggravated. Instead, she rips a ragdolled Sanders to her feet and, from behind, dips slightly and wraps her arms around the gulping midriff of the dazed elfin blonde.
Cinching her arms tight in a breathtaking bearhug, the bigger Kendra not only forces the oxygen from Ky, disconnecting her foe’s boots from the canvas with a lift, but also starts to rattle her chewtoy from side to side, drawing a massive round of excited cheers from Kylie’s former Corps.
Gasping and redfaced, her hazel eyes growing glassy, the fight is progressively drained from the outsized and currently outclassed veteran. A grinning LaRue whips her plaything right and left before finally deciding to end Kylie’s night with a uranage that tosses Sanders up to the rafters before the curvy Bootyshocker nearly puts Kylie THROUGH the canvas.
<B> Uranage </B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=miQHv22iux4 )
Kendra genuflects atop the chest of the splayed blonde, the arrogant pin plenty for the ONE…TWO…THREENOOO!
Diving in from the side J-Dogg makes the save, shoving Kendra off the splattered Kylie.
LaRue regains her footing after a few unsteady steps. Kendra turns and steps toward Jasmine, Sanders laid out between them when Washington sends a flashing toe kick over the blonde’s splayed form and into the Siren’s tummy.
With Kendra doubled and groaning, J-Dogg leaps over her softly stirring partner, the back of her right leg landing across the back of Kendra’s braincase. Jasmine forces the Bootyshocker’s face into the deck with significant velocity courtesy her Fameasser.
<B>Fameasser <>/B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zYUg0qLG-Fs )
The mat-thumping impact of LaRue’s features to the thinly-covered plywood launches the curvy exotic over in a barrel roll, Kendra ending splayed on her back next to her blonde victim, both La Rue and Sanders clinging to consciousness.
The rookie glances to the outside where Bates, no longer facing both Jasmine and her manager, has fought to equal footing with her former partner Demetria, the two going back and forth with right-handed haymakers until a European Uppercut from LK snaps Andrews’ noggin back in a whiplash motion. The Rumpshaker grabs Demetria’s ebony locks and SLAMS her face into the apron, Andrews melting into a puddle at LaKeisha’s feet.
A furious if gassed Bates scrambles to the deck and works half way through the cables only to be immediately SPEARED by LaRue’s right shoulder. Jasmine, having scraped Kendra off the deck, bum-rushes the former Queen of The Jungle directly into an unsuspecting LK and the gutted Bates tumbles back through the ropes and ends on the floor next to her former cohort, Demetria.
Kendra staggers back toward the center after the impact and falls into the clutches of a dipping J-Dogg. Washington forces her head between LaRue’s legs, her arms wrapping around her foe’s knees. Jasmine launches Kendra off the mat and over her shoulder, catching LaRue as she drapes down the back of the Badass from Hotlanta.
Before the crowd has a chance to even worry, Washington rises to tiptoes and drops to her knees, SPIKING Kendra’s skull into the canvas with Ass Backwards Driver.
<B>Ass Backwards Driver
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=slN0_8QaRuI ).
The crowd groans as Kendra flops into a lifeless starfish next to Kylie, the dazed blonde having made it to a seated position. With Sanders still in a fog, Jasmine grabs her partner by the wrists and drags/drapes Ky across the demolished Bootyshocker for the ONE…TWO…THREE!!!!
A delighted Washington leaps and pumps her fist in the air, shouting at the crowd.
“I done showed Da Man. I done showed who’s most bootyful!”
Vanilla Chill, on the other hand, hardly seems in condition to celebrate as she looks up from her pin of Kendra blankly. A wobbly Demetria slides into the squared circle and motions for J-Dogg to help Chill to her feet. Kylie leans heavily against her partner before weakly throwing up a triumphant hand. Andrews takes it and a fist of Jasmine’s, shoving them higher as the ring announcer makes it official.
“Your winners…by pinfall…Hot & Bothered.”
A bewildered Bates is able to poke her eyes above the apron and she collapses against it, realizing the Rumpshakers’ are beaten. She slams the mat with both palms, cursing at ‘Nebraska’ and her New Era replacement, but LK seems uninterested in testing the threesome who hover over her blasted partner.
Kylie, sidling behind a shoulder of her partner, demands LaKeisha come in and take her medicine but the blonde doesn’t seem all that disappointed when Bates waits for a semiconscious Kendra to roll her way to LK’s arms instead.
Inside, J-Dogg, Vanilla Chill and their manager collapse into a group hug, having slayed their first FAWN target and, in the process, opened the door to doing the same to so many more.
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8tEyAAniu5U&index=36&list=PLFgquLnL59anjMBFmfztjKvngIUN1F987)
‘That’s Me Right There’ from Jasmine V has the crowd in a surly mood to say the least. The newly minted African-American dazzler Jasmine Washington 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, Wash seemingly mesmerizes via the action of her hips and booty, the newbie built with an abundance of junk in the trunk.
JASMINE WASHINGTON:
KYLIE SANDERS:
The duo holds for a moment, the crowd booing but also breathless in anticipation. All turn as one when the former FAWN World Champion, who’d startlingly come to Jasmine’s assistance against long-time nemesis LaKeisha Bates, shoves through the curtains and takes a spot next to the African-American pairing. Kylie Sanders daps both women, the Hawkeye sharing a beaming smile with her new compatriots. The elfin blonde turns a much sterner gaze to the multitudes heaping their disdain and tossing less than complimentary remarks at the turncoat and her new allies.
Breaking out of a mini-huddle, J-Dogg flashes signs and shakes dat ass, Washington working her way down the ramp first. 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.
Behind the rookie, Sanders and Andrews traverse the ramp and aisle, the former tag partner of Bates with a microphone in hand, Kylie with her ever present Louis Vuitton handbag. The former fan favorite wears a black one-piece, black leather belt around her midriff, black lace covering her shoulders and upper arms, the Iowan still going all in with Vuitton, sporting designer togs as well. She finishes things off with black boots and pads as well.
Reaching the ring, Wash hops to the apron and swishes her rump from side to side before swinging a leg through. Jasmine sits on the middle cable and pushes the top up for her new partner. Instead of moving all the way through, Kylie joins J-Dogg with a seat on the rope. A grinning Demetria, looking surprised but pleased at Kylie’s deference, moves through and takes center stage, the new teammates following closely behind.
“Did we show you Bates ain’t da woman to take down Da Man,” Demetria says, adding a chuckle “Dat’s my Jasmine girl. And who’s da girl who realized what Da Man does and changed her ways. Dat’s my Kylie girl.”
The crowd lets their disapproval bounce off the walls of the arena, the noise reaching ear-pounding decibels.
“So let me introduce to you da girls dat are gonna show you fools and Da Man where he can put Bootyskank and the rest uh deese lameass teams.”
First, straight outta Hotlanta G-A. She’s five feet five inches tall and weighs in at 125 pounds. It’s da badass from Bad Street, Jasmine Washington. And from da crib. Da corn crib. She’s five feet four inches tall and weighing in at 115 pounds, Vanilla Chill, Kylie Sanders. Together, they are Hot&Bothered.”
The crowd doubles its enmity and volume as Jasmine and Kylie hold each other’s near arm high and Demetria shows them off with both to the sound of rancorous jeers.
“So get Bootyskank out here for dere beatin’. Da Man and da sellout Bates has to be taught dere place.”
Pleased with herself and her new team, Andrews leads H&B to their corner, Demetria stepping through as the ring announcer decides he better start with the next introduction before someone steals it from him.
“And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of two hundred and seventy-three pounds, LaKEISHA BATES and KENDRA LaRUE! Together, they are BOOOOOOTTTYYYSSSHHHOOOCCCKKK!!!!!”
Jennifer Lopez’s “Booty” is greeted with an unusual amount of positive response, the Booty Queen of Fort Worth and the Siren not paying the cheers any mind as they storm through the curtain in all their callipygian glory.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxtIRArhVD4 )
Bates stands clad in gold bikini bottoms with a thick black edging and matching bandeau top. 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 connected 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.
LaKesha Bates:
Kendra LaRue:
Beside her, LaRue does things to her fightin’ black bikini that were illegal in most Bible Belt states. While every bit of her is easy on the eyes, she wasn’t part of a team called ’Bootyshock’ for no reason, and so it’s no wonder that most every eye in the place was drawn to her backside where the word ‘Siren’ is scrawled in flowing pink script. Not that you’re paying a damned bit of attention to accessories, but her ensemble is completed by white pads and boots. Reveling in their complete control over these drooling slobs, LaKeisha and Kendra exchange high fives and a little hip check before strutting their way down the aisle, eyeing their foes with malice clearly on their mind.
The former Queen of The Jungle and the former FAWN World and Tag Team champion reach ringside, the Siren ascending the stairs first. Kendra settles into her customary spot, holding the ropes open so LK could pass.
Bates slooooooowly slips through and takes a seat on the rubber-coated steel so Kendra can enter, torturing the masses with every bit as luxurious and leisurely a motion as her partner. The ladies of Bootyshock make their way to the corner opposite the newly minted and soon-to-be disposed of challengers.
Short on talk and more than ready for action, LK motions for LaRue to depart through the ropes and Kendra complies with an ‘oh are you gonna get it’ grin directed at Vanilla Chill.
In the other corner, seeing Bates remain, Kylie seems very excited to exit and she beats the direction of Demetria to join Kendra on the sidelines, leaving J-Dogg to battle LK.
The official calls for the bell and a disappointed Bates and smirking Jasmine circle toward each other, connecting in a collar-and-elbow tie-up
.
There’s a momentary struggle for leverage but quickly Bates uses her bootyful low center of gravity to back Washington toward the corner behind her foe. LaKeisha hardly seems to care she’s moving toward the corner of the newly formed team and, in fact, she concentrates her gaze over the shoulder of the grunting J-Dogg, narrowing it upon a fidgeting Sanders.
Kylie shouts encouragement to her partner but Jasmine can’t stop Bates from heaving her the rest of the way to the buckles from a few feet out, Washington’s back thumping against the pads. Pain registers across Jasmine’s face while Kylie swallows hard and remains on the apron.
“Been over a year since you been in the ring, Nebraska,” LK growls. “At least as something other than a chickenshit skank. Ya shoulda quit while you were behind.”
LaKeisha’s open right hand shoots out blindingly and craaacks across Kylie’s cheek, spinning the blonde’s noggin.
“Get yo ass in here, Nebraska!”
A furious Sanders ducks and starts stepping through the ropes, the Rumpshaker grinning, when Jasmine dives forward and throws a shoulder block into LK’s left kneecap. Yelping, Bates manages to remain vertical, but she turns and hobbles away.
Immediately, Ky calls for a tag and the rookie obliges the FAWN original, the energy in the crowd increasing noticeably when the turncoat joins her old nemesis. Sanders takes trouble to keep in Bates’ six and delivers a vicious boot to the pit of the suddenly creaky knee.
LaKeisha drops to the wounded joint, the crowd jeering Sanders when the elfin blonde raises her arms high and wide.
“Did you miss me?” she shouts.
When the reply comes in the extremely negative, Kylie’s hazel eyes return to Bates.
“I know this sellout did.”
LaKeisha tries to push up but before she can manage, the Heinous Hawkeye swings a soccer kick between Bates’ shoulderblades, sending the Nubian Queen into an agonized arch.
“So my ass is in here,” Ky barks at LK.
The blonde mounts the kneeling LaKeisha from behind, swinging one ivory leg over the Rumpshaker’s left shoulder before doing likewise on the other side and clamping down in a standing head scissors. Kylie locks her ankles and sends a pulse down her slender sinewy stems.
“But I’m pretty sure you want owww…whoa…”
Before the hated prodigal daughter can disengage and evacuate, LaKeisha’s arms encircle Kylie’s legs. With Sanders’ eyes growing wide with worry, a grunting Bates starts to rise, lifting Ky HIGH into the air above her.
As the crowd roars its approval with Bates marching toward the middle of the ring, Kylie’s pinwheeling arms drop so she can grab a handful of LK’s ebony locks with one hand. Sanders balls her right into a fist, but before she can land the initial blow of a barrage, LaKeisha lays out and drops Kylie electric–chair style to the deck.
The former fan favorite THUMPS then spasms in pain, twisting her slender frame so she lies on her chest. The blonde reaches a hand to the small of her back as Bates moves to a seated position next to her.
“So you forget there’s a price to pay when you get in a FAWN ring, farm girl?” LaKeisha asks as she grabs, Sanders’ shoulder-length, flaxen locks and tugs Kylie up with her.
“Cause it’s hard for me to believe you forgot what it’s like to be Shaken.”
The words are joined by threatening action as Bates bends Kylie toward a dragon sleeper position, LK looking as she’s considering mounting in a reverse standing head scissors to shake and break Kylie right on out of FAWN for another year.
But before she can climb aboard and Rumpshake, Kylie barrel rolls out of Bates’ grip and scurries to the Hot&Bothered corner, briskly tagging Jasmine.
LaKeisha’s perfect pearlies emerge as she nods.
“I gotcha Vanilla Chill,” she chuckles while moving to the Bootyshock bench.
She reaches a hand out and Kendra slaps her way into the match, La Rue and Washington replacing their counterparts.
It takes only an instant for J-Dogg to charge and lower a shoulder into the chest of the new Bootyshock trooper. Thrusting forward as she’s hit, it’s Kendra who drops Jasmine to the canvas like a bad habit, Washington looking up in disbelief.
Jasmine crabwalks on all fours a few steps back from a smirking Kendra.
“Care to prove you’re a fool again?” La Rue asks.
Jasmine turns to her corner and gets some words of wisdom from Demetria. She circles out this time, her tawny-skinned narrowing the gap until LaRue is close enough to throw a hip check catching Washington flush in the tummy. J-Dogg doubles with a gasp as Kendra collects a handful of her foe’s dark mane and a wrist.
With a wicked whip, the Siren heaves Jasmine to a neutral corner, Washington turning into a HUGE impact with the buckles, the power differential between the teams immediately evident.
Kendra is quick to follow behind her still vertical foe, racing into a running hip splash of the rookie that draws a reflexive groan from the impressed FAWNatics. As Kendra steps to the side, Jasmine drunkenly weaves toward the middle. La Rue grabs a limp wrist from behind and spins Wash to face her, quickly dipping an arm between the rookie’s legs and ‘hupping’ Jasmine across her shoulders.
Kendra takes but a split second to transition to full attack mode, flipping Jasmine up and off a shoulder, following the tumbling Washington down, sitting out with a picture perfect Samoan Driver that rattles the ring.
<B> Samoan Driver </B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Nvt0TcehR4 )
Kendra snatches up Jasmine’s legs and forces her into a reverse cradle, Washington’s’ head between Kendra’s slightly parted thighs for the ONE…TWO…and Jasmine kicks her way free, keeping H&B from a dubious start to their career.
The Badass from Hotlanta looks more like a kicked ass as LaRue roughly drags Washington into her lap. Kendra leeeans back, dropping to her back while lifting Jasmine HIGH off the canvas. The Bootyshocker reverses course with a pelvic thrust, sending Booty Junior higher still and SLAMMING Washington’s tailbone to canvas with a colossal Keister Bounce.
Jasmine’s face twists in pain as the shockwave moves up her spine, Wash without the necessary padding to cancel out the impact. With one thump still reverberating, the former Queen of The Jungle wraps her powerful thighs arounds Washington’s midriff, crushing her ribs from either side. J-Dogg gasps in pain while Kylie offers some ineffectual clapping encouragement.
“Don’t let her…”
The blonde’s voice trails off as she rolls her hazel eyes, Kendra again dropping to her back and thrusting up, forward and down, SLAMMING J-Dogg’s coccyx to the canvas a second and then a third time. Jasmine pleads, shaking her head when Kendra goes even number again.
“No…no…no,” she cries until the crashing collision is joined with a satisfied “YES” from LaRue.
Kendra unclasps her scissors and rises over a wincing Jasmine, Washington kneading her backside, the usurper to the booty throne of the Shockers appearing far from up to the task. Kendra gives J-Dogg a dismissive slap to the top of her head then sinks her nails into the rookie’s scalp, dragging her to the Bootyshock corner.
Kendra tags LK but instead of departing, she waits for Bates to join her. Immediately, Demetria shouts in protest.
LK, Andrews’ former tag partner from years and years gone by offers a surly “Bytch, please.”
Both Shockers haul a rightfully concerned Jasmine off the deck and bully her down the ring ropes, ignoring the official’s complaints. The duo sends Washington for the ride, following her to mid-ring where they set for the return of the Badass from GA. Kendra and LaKeisha jump and twist into a Double Rear View that nearly removes Jasmine’s head from her shoulders.
<B> Rear View</B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3TNODcw5Xs )
Washington’s braincase buggywhips to the deck, the back of her skull CRASHING into the canvas while the Shockers glance over their shoulders at the starfished rookie. The women share a high-five. Seeing the cavalry, Kendra races to the H&B corner, both Demetria and Kylie on the apron. Andrews gets into a back-n-forth barrage with LaRue. Meanwhile, LaKeisha skies into the air above Washington and SLAMS her legendary cheeks into Jasmine’s midriff.
With every molecule of oxygen driven out of J-Dogg’s lungs, Bates gathers up both legs while in a reverse straddle and leans back into a jackknife pin for the certain ONE…TWO…THRNOOO!
There’s no kickout from the bootyshocked rookie. Instead, it’s Kylie sending a dropkick into LK’s chin. The impact sends her Bates hurtling off Wash, the former World Champion staving off defeat by the scantest margin.
Having been tardy in ejecting Kendra, the zebra seems willing to let Kylie have her stay, all four women in the ring, not to mention the H&B manager, slugging it out with LaRue from the other side of the ropes.
Sanders stomps away at the Rumpshaker, trying to keep the big bootyful Bates grounded while a dazed Jasmine shakes off an attic full of cobwebs, trying to clear her glazed green eyes. It’s not an easy task for Ky as a determined LaKeisha makes it to vertical despite the boot leather. But a swift toe kick to LK’s gut finally freezes the risen Nubian Queen.
Kylie snatches LaKeisha’s head in a tight side headlock. The blonde raises her free arm and circles the hand high, not endearing herself to the assembled. In any case, she spins and reflexively takes off for the opposite side of the ring, needing some runway to take off for her bulldog.
Kylie drags LK with her on her hip and, after a several step surge, leaps legs starting to extend for the sit out that would send LaKeisha’s face crashing into the deck.
Unfortunately, moments before, Kendra had sent Demetria sprawling to the floor with a right cross to the jaw and is ready to receive the airborne Kylie into her wide open arms. A wide-eyed Sanders realizes too late and she’s encased in the arms and chest of the Siren, Kendra capturing the former fan favorite in an enveloping bearhug.
LaRue cinches her embrace around a moaning Kylie, the slender elfin blonde being squeezed so tightly it appears her internal organs might seep out her gaping mouth along with every ounce of breath.
Sanders struggles in the death grip fruitlessly, the tips of her boots reaching desperately for the canvas.
Beside her partner, LaKeisha gives Kendra a nod of thanks for interrupting Kylie’s plan then makes the blonde a Sanderswich, Bates pressing in from the back, Kylie now in a two Shocker vise that sends Kylie’s tongue poking from between her rosy lips as she’s compressed brutally between the two Bootyshockers.
Noticing Jasmine struggle to her feet, Kendra leaves Kylie to her ‘good friend’, unlatching her portion of the embrace. LaKeisha runs Sanders to the buckles and SQUASHES the elfin blonde between in a reverse avalanche splash. LK spins a ragdolled Kylie to face her and kicks the legs of the Heinous Hawkeye out from under her, Sanders landing on her comparatively bony behind, ivory-skinned legs extended in front of her.
The FAWNatics immediately cry out for the obvious and Bates, unaccustomed to their support, seems eager to please, particularly when it means giving Kylie her signature Rump Sniffer.
Spinning so Kylie is staring down the barrel of her most infamous weapon, LaKeisha backs dat ass up. Ky’s pleas of ‘no’ soon become a muffled ‘nmmmph’ as her face is buried in backside, LK swabbing and buffeting Sanders. Kylie’s hands desperately press against LaKeisha’s hips but she’s unable to move her foe an inch.
The Rumpshaker, clearly enjoying the feel of ‘Nebraska’ nose tight to her thinly-sheathed booty cleavage, revels in the labored huffs of Ky’s exhales, Kylie fading to putty in her disastrous return.
But before Sanders is snuffed out completely, LaKeisha’s head snaps back from a knee to the chin, Bates melting to a seat in front of the greasy-faced and lounging Hawkeye.
J-Dogg, having caught Kendra with a toe kick to the approaching and unsuspecting Bootyshocker, turned with the curvy grappler and bum-rushed LaRue to the outside tossing her over the top, Kendra banging off the apron on her trip to the floor. The rookie’s effort allows Demetria to direct her protégé to make the save on Kylie, though the glistening wiltrd blonde hardly looks ready to help Washington with a double team.
The official, having long since given up on keeping a count on either team, seems content to make the match a free-for-all under his own authority and doesn’t bother rolling a blasted Sanders under the ropes.
Among the two legals, Washington tugs the Rumpshaker to her feet and snap mares her to a spreadeagle, dead center of the ring. The comparative newbie, eager to show she deserves her place in the bigs, gets on her horse and heads to the ropes. Jasmine handsprings into the cables, rebounding into a spectacular moonsault splash across Bates’ tummy.
<B> Handspring Splash</B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-QBrVyoU0as )
LK huffs from the impressive impact as Washington settles across LaKeisha’s body in a lateral press for the ONE…TWO… Bates shoves the rookie off, rolling to her side in the process.
Not far away, Demetria not only verbally coaxes Kylie out of her stupor but gives her a less-than-light slap to rouse the blonde. Ky swings wildly in front of her, unaware of her surroundings.
“Huh…wuuhhh.”
Andrews guides Kylie’s gaze to her new partner, Wash working at knotting the legs of Sanders’ long-time nemesis. Having crossed LaKeisha’s stems at the ankles, her own arms worked into the tangle, Jasmine spins a protesting Bates to her chest and drops to the canvas to add a scissors and complete her Hotlanta Clutch.
<B>Hotlanta Clutch</B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0cqN0aJkNA )
Bates howls in pain, tearing at her own locks to spread the anguish coursing through her legs and, when a risen Kylie leaps into an elbow drop across the back of LK’s skull, Bates’ position isn’t helped any. The cruel Sanders quickly secures a crossface on the already hurting Rumpshaker, LaKeisha taking it from both ends. With the ref’s lenience, it seems sure Hot&Bothered are about to pick up a HUGE first win.
But a returning Kendra has something to say, LaKeisha holding out until the curvy former Queen of The Jungle drops a big leg across the throat of the Badass from Hotlanta. The Clutch released instantly, Jasmine spasming and grasping at her throat instead of keeping LK’s legs tied, Kylie gives up her end of Bates as well and pushes to her feet, rushing at LaRue from her blind side.
But this isn’t Kendra’s first rodeo and she’s well aware of Kylie’s duplicitous nature. Throwing out a blind, mule kick behind, the raven-haired grappler impales the slender blonde lightweight, Kylie doubling over, bug-eyed. Pivoting around the doubled Ky, the bigger Kendra slips her right arm between Sanders’ legs and hoists Kylie off the canvas and across her shoulders, the Heinous Hawkeye’s face and chest pointed to the rafters in a Torture Rack.
The powerful Shocker, an arm swung around Ky’s neck and thighs, bends the blonde’s spine around her broad shoulders, Kylie howling in agony as Kendra appears determined to snap her foe in two, the size difference stark enough for some in the audience to believe it could happen, perhaps most of all, Kylie.
Kendra hops in place once and twice trying to snap the ivory-skinned twig and she might have on number three. However, a risen Jasmine, having raced to the ropes and rebounded, SPEARS the holy hell out of Kendra. LaRue is flattened to the canvas, Kylie tumbling free in the process and rolling to a stop on the ring’s edge, again appearing akin to a wet dishrag.
Having ended atop Kendra, the rookie reflexively goes for the cover and the ref seems willing to play by the new rules, counting out a ONE…TWO… And Kendra throws a shoulder high, sending Jasmine into a fit of frustration.
From the outside, Demetria demands the newbie maintain her focus and Wash rises to gaze down on the scattered remnants of two likely Hall of Famers and a woman who’d dominated The Jungle and made a strong name in the bigs. She, Jasmine Washington, hovered over all of them. It takes another shout from her manager to prompt J-Dogg back into action.
Washington scrapes Bates off the canvas and retreats to the ropes behind her, bounding into a u-turn and sprinting back to the doubled LK. Reaching the ‘sellout’, Washington hops to a stop, surrounding LaKeisha’s head in a tight overhand grip then SLAMMING the Rumpshaker’s face to the deck in brutal fashion.
<B> Mat Facebuster</B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rY3HEtmIjnY )
Showing her toughness, LaKeisha pops right back to her feet, though she backpedals to the ropes in a drunken stagger. Jasmine races toward her foe, clothesline drawn and THUMPS a right arm across her foe’s chest, sending LK backflipping out of the ring. However, Wash’s momentum delivers both African-Americans to the outside, the ladies landing in a jumble of arms, legs and, of course, booties.
Still in the ring, Kylie and Kendra struggle to vertical, both reaching their boot soles simultaneously. They turn to each other and it’s the blonde who’s able to leap into a European Uppercut that snaps LaRue’s braincase back. Momentarily dazed, Kendra can manage little as Sanders dips and sends her head between Kendra’s powerful thighs. It’s a dangerous gambit, as the smaller Sanders manages to lift the former Queen off her feet, barely. Kylie’s slender stems shimmy, but the FAWN original steadies and drops to her backside, SLAMMING Kendra’s face into the deck with her Iowa Waterwheel.
<B>Iowa Waterwheel</B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L78bbjcEtWw )
Kylie scrambles to a reverse straddle of Kendra’s waist as LaRue checks her throbbing nose, both hands pressing on the bridge. With Kendra distracted, Kylie raises her right hand high, forming it into a claw. Reflexively, Kylie’s former Corps shouts out in unison.
“FARM…HAND”
And Sanders sinks her hammy clamp into the muscle connecting Kendra’s opulent glute to her thick thigh. Kylie digs the digits in deep, expertly hitting the pressure points of muscle and nerve, drawing mewls of pain that transition to yipping hyperventilation.
Ky presses her left palm down on her delving right set of fingers, determined to make the Siren suffer. Kendra reaches back over her shoulder, trying to find a handful of flaxen locks, but Kylie keeps low and kneads her way deeper into the muscle and nerve bundle. Finally, Ky pulls free and delivers a right fist to put the cherry on top of the screaming knot in Kendra’s hammy.
Hopping to her feet, finally looking every bit what she had not been for over a year, a FAWN wrestler, Kylie skips around the ring, flaunting her success at the crowd. The assembled begin to chant, slowly and softly at first, but quickly gaining strength.
“TROLL…TROLL…TROLL…”
The glee disappears from Sanders’ hazel pools in an instant, the blonde shouting at the FAWNatics to “SHUT UP”. She covers her ears. “I AM A WORLD CHAMPION. I AM NOT A TROLL.”
“TROLL…TROLL…TROLL…”
Furious, Kylie yanks at her shoulder-length golden follicles.
“SHUT YOUR PIEHOLES YOU MORONS!”
Finally turning her attention back to Kendra, Kylie’s eyes go wide, seeing LaRue up and ambling toward her. Still, the wily vet has time to send a boot into Kendra’s lower abdomen. The Iowan snatches onto the Siren’s long dark locks and leaps. Sitting out, she SPIKES the Bootyshock trooper’s face into the deck.
<B>Sitout Facebuster</B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sll-3Pm7RqM )
Kylie moves to her foe’s side and pulls the big curvy grappler to her back, diving on top with a lateral press for the ONE…TWO…THRNOOO!
Kendra kicks free with half a tick to spare. While Kylie complains, Demetria’s voice is nowhere to be heard. This is mainly because H&B’s manager has a wrist of her former partner’s, J-Dogg with the other. The duo aim Bates down the length of the ring and heave their ho. LaKeisha sprints toward the metal barrier, spinning into a calamitous collision, Bates’ spine dissected by the steel pole at the top of the barricade. The Shaker melts to the floor, wincing in pain, reaching for the base of her backbone.
Sanders grabs a quick glance at the handicapped Bates and knows victory is in her hands. Rising to her feet, she leaps and mushroom stomps LaRue’s considerable cleavage, the former Queen of The Jungle yelping as the sneering Kylie grinds her boot leather into the tender tissue.
“Am I back?” the blonde shouts.
The crowd puts up a weak reply, for it’s hard to argue the point.
“That’s what I thought!”
Ky tugs a worn and ragged Kendra to her feet, the raven-haired fighter slumping forward. The crowd watches in amazement as Sanders leans forward, pointed in the opposite direction, and wraps her arms around Kendra’s midriff.
Did the lightweight mean to introduce LaRue to the Children of the Corn and gutwrench drive her bigger, curvy foe into the deck in a display of power Ky usually reserved for fellow petites? As she dips and grunts, it becomes clear.
<B> Children of the Corn </B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sll-3Pm7RqM )
But halfway up, a wriggling Kendra fights her way back to the canvas. Sanders tries again and only gets LaRue to tiptoes. The third time is not charming as the Hawkeye’s foe levels elbow after elbow into the base of her vertebrae, a wincing Ky giving up her grip on the Siren’s belly.
Massaging her back with one hand, the blonde reaches for her foe with the other when Kendra lifts a big knee into the navel of the former World Champ with enough force the smaller blonde is lifted off her feet. Her foe gutted and gasping, Kendra dips and surrounds the curve of Ky’s taut and relatively tiny booty.
With barely the hint of an effort, Kendra launches Kylie into the air, resting the blonde on her right shoulder for a moment before using one arm to spin the trapped Sanders HIGH and THUMPS Kylie into the deck with a devastating Swinging Side Slam.
<B> Swinging Side Slam</B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BhI1wTFc6KU )
The force of the impact sends Ky up to a half-seated position for a tick before the blasted blonde seeps to her back in a wide starfish, semiconscious. Kendra collects both of Sanders’ legs behind the knees and crawls forward, folding Kylie in half with a jackknife pin, Kendra atop her for ONE…TWO…THREENOOO!
The turncoat, showing what is her most breathtaking ability, the knack to absorb punishment and keep surviving, presents it once again as the crowd groans in disappointment. But LaRue doesn’t seem aggravated. Instead, she rips a ragdolled Sanders to her feet and, from behind, dips slightly and wraps her arms around the gulping midriff of the dazed elfin blonde.
Cinching her arms tight in a breathtaking bearhug, the bigger Kendra not only forces the oxygen from Ky, disconnecting her foe’s boots from the canvas with a lift, but also starts to rattle her chewtoy from side to side, drawing a massive round of excited cheers from Kylie’s former Corps.
Gasping and redfaced, her hazel eyes growing glassy, the fight is progressively drained from the outsized and currently outclassed veteran. A grinning LaRue whips her plaything right and left before finally deciding to end Kylie’s night with a uranage that tosses Sanders up to the rafters before the curvy Bootyshocker nearly puts Kylie THROUGH the canvas.
<B> Uranage </B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=miQHv22iux4 )
Kendra genuflects atop the chest of the splayed blonde, the arrogant pin plenty for the ONE…TWO…THREENOOO!
Diving in from the side J-Dogg makes the save, shoving Kendra off the splattered Kylie.
LaRue regains her footing after a few unsteady steps. Kendra turns and steps toward Jasmine, Sanders laid out between them when Washington sends a flashing toe kick over the blonde’s splayed form and into the Siren’s tummy.
With Kendra doubled and groaning, J-Dogg leaps over her softly stirring partner, the back of her right leg landing across the back of Kendra’s braincase. Jasmine forces the Bootyshocker’s face into the deck with significant velocity courtesy her Fameasser.
<B>Fameasser <>/B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zYUg0qLG-Fs )
The mat-thumping impact of LaRue’s features to the thinly-covered plywood launches the curvy exotic over in a barrel roll, Kendra ending splayed on her back next to her blonde victim, both La Rue and Sanders clinging to consciousness.
The rookie glances to the outside where Bates, no longer facing both Jasmine and her manager, has fought to equal footing with her former partner Demetria, the two going back and forth with right-handed haymakers until a European Uppercut from LK snaps Andrews’ noggin back in a whiplash motion. The Rumpshaker grabs Demetria’s ebony locks and SLAMS her face into the apron, Andrews melting into a puddle at LaKeisha’s feet.
A furious if gassed Bates scrambles to the deck and works half way through the cables only to be immediately SPEARED by LaRue’s right shoulder. Jasmine, having scraped Kendra off the deck, bum-rushes the former Queen of The Jungle directly into an unsuspecting LK and the gutted Bates tumbles back through the ropes and ends on the floor next to her former cohort, Demetria.
Kendra staggers back toward the center after the impact and falls into the clutches of a dipping J-Dogg. Washington forces her head between LaRue’s legs, her arms wrapping around her foe’s knees. Jasmine launches Kendra off the mat and over her shoulder, catching LaRue as she drapes down the back of the Badass from Hotlanta.
Before the crowd has a chance to even worry, Washington rises to tiptoes and drops to her knees, SPIKING Kendra’s skull into the canvas with Ass Backwards Driver.
<B>Ass Backwards Driver
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=slN0_8QaRuI ).
The crowd groans as Kendra flops into a lifeless starfish next to Kylie, the dazed blonde having made it to a seated position. With Sanders still in a fog, Jasmine grabs her partner by the wrists and drags/drapes Ky across the demolished Bootyshocker for the ONE…TWO…THREE!!!!
A delighted Washington leaps and pumps her fist in the air, shouting at the crowd.
“I done showed Da Man. I done showed who’s most bootyful!”
Vanilla Chill, on the other hand, hardly seems in condition to celebrate as she looks up from her pin of Kendra blankly. A wobbly Demetria slides into the squared circle and motions for J-Dogg to help Chill to her feet. Kylie leans heavily against her partner before weakly throwing up a triumphant hand. Andrews takes it and a fist of Jasmine’s, shoving them higher as the ring announcer makes it official.
“Your winners…by pinfall…Hot & Bothered.”
A bewildered Bates is able to poke her eyes above the apron and she collapses against it, realizing the Rumpshakers’ are beaten. She slams the mat with both palms, cursing at ‘Nebraska’ and her New Era replacement, but LK seems uninterested in testing the threesome who hover over her blasted partner.
Kylie, sidling behind a shoulder of her partner, demands LaKeisha come in and take her medicine but the blonde doesn’t seem all that disappointed when Bates waits for a semiconscious Kendra to roll her way to LK’s arms instead.
Inside, J-Dogg, Vanilla Chill and their manager collapse into a group hug, having slayed their first FAWN target and, in the process, opened the door to doing the same to so many more.