Post by bigfan on Dec 4, 2016 8:05:55 GMT
The Cold November Pain crowd, already in a frenzy after the proceedings so far, turns it up a notch as they realize it’s time for the Lightweight Title is about to go on the line. The FAWNatics excited by Ingrid’s return are overejoyed to see the Bikini Teamer back in action. The cheers hit a crescendo as the ViQueen’s music begins.
The Hives "TICK TICK BOOM"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1M02bAWDFkI&ob=av2n
Ingrid pushes through the curtain, a ball of blonde motion. The Swede comes out to a raucous welcome from the crowd. For Hallstrom, her looks are just the beginning of why she’s always been a huge fan favorite. Ingrid’s shown herself to be a real battler even if she doesn’t always come out on top. Stopping at the top of the ramp the blonde throws her arms high in the air and when the next "BOOM" happens, the tiny Viking throws her arms down and loud pyro blasts simultaneously on the sides of the stage.
The ring announcer makes the intro for Ingrid, “Introducing first… she is 118 pounds of pure Swedish Sex appeal…from Halstad Sweden… Ingrid Halstrom!”
Ingrid wears a blue bikini with yellow crosses on her breasts and matching bottoms. The flag of Sweden has never looked better. Her pads are black with Swedish flags. Halstrom’s long blonde hair is pulled back in a fighting ponytail, the Bikini Team member ready for tonight’s battle.
INGRID HALSTROM:
The Swede dances down the aisle slapping the outstretched hands of the fans along the rails. At times she stops to dance, hips gyrating. Ingrid works her way around the ring, swishing her taut tanned rear. Halstrom greets many of the fans, Ingrid stopping short of entering as she finds one who’s done a sign for her. Excited, Ingrid literally bounces as she reads, “The VIQUEEN will Conquer Gabby!”<br>
Ingrid gives her supporter a big hug, which probably will lead to many more signs for next time. She rolls under the bottom rope popping quickly to her feet. Ingrid steps on the bottom rope, leaning far over the top rope, saluting the crowd.
Hallstrom moves to her corner allowing the referee to check her pads and boots, even giving the lucky man a little shimmy as he does his job. The Bikini Teamer waits for the arrival of the Texas troublemaker, the blonde stretching while she waits, the Swedish lightweight’s face scrunching as she waits impatiently for FAWN’s Lightweight Champion.
The speakers crackle back to life and the catchy and oddly threatening ‘Bubble Gum Bitch’ from Marina and the Diamonds’ has the crowd’s adrenaline pumping as they realize FAWN’s sub-125 frontrunner is on her way.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d1eQLw0Nwto )
“And now,” the announcer resumes, the crowd refusing to wait for the official welcome to commence, getting their Cold November jeering in early.
“Being accompanied to the ring by her BFF, Rose Evans..."
ROSE EVANS:
The description earns more than a few scoffs, snickers and rolled eyes from the FAWNatics.
“... and representing the FUTURE of FAWN, Gen Next... Hailing from Irving, Texas... She stands five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds. Ladies and gentlemen, the Babyfaced Killer, YOUR Lightweight champion, GAAABBBBBBYYY MEEENNNDDDOOOZZZAAA!!!!!”
GABBY MENDOZA:
The cascade of boos only increases as two lovely young ladies emerge from backstage—with an emphasis on “YOUNG.” Evans and Mendoza stroll to the ring side by side, Gabby leading the way with a dour Rose—the shorter and fairer skinned of the two—trailing behind. Evans’ eyes never register the presence of the crowd or waver from her tag team partner’s back. Gabby seems a little more aware of her surroundings and is even less impressed with the fans around ringside. But if she’s scowling, the effect is diluted by the periodic pink bubbles Mendoza blossoming from between her lips.
Both women are adorned in their increasingly iconic black lace panties beneath plaid mini-skirts and matching black bustiers that give their pert bounty an extremely flattering boost. Both sets of well-shaped legs are encased in thigh high black nylons with white boots. Climbing onto the apron, Rose and Gabby each slip one leg through the ropes, bending deep at the waist as they sweep their upper bodies toward the inside of the ring…
… only to stop halfway, their faces sooooooo close to coming into contact. Regardless of any tensions Gabby’s belt--and the manner in which she’d won it--might have spawned, there remains a tight bond between the ingenues.
Mendoza and Evans brush noses, exchanging an Eskimo kiss, before Gabby pulls the rest of the way into the squared circle. As Rose departs for Mendoza’s corner, Gabby blows a bubble in the direction of the Bikini Teamer, pointedly making sure it grows too big for the confectionary to remain inflated, the pink film bursting with a loud ‘POP!’
The lovely latina raises her brows at Ingrid as she works the gum between a widening smile. Mendoza passes her belt to the official, who holds it aloft to a thunderous cheer before he transfers it to a ringside staffer.
Evans leans against the ropes as Gabby steps out a bit from her corner still eyeing the blonde in the opposite corner, Ingrid looks over the referee’s shoulder as he bends to check the ViQueen’s knee pads and boots. When the zebra stands Halstrom asks, “Is she going to be allowed to stay? I was told Kolina couldn’t be here.”
Turning the man sighs answering, “No, they were told as well.”
Gabby blows an exceptionally large bubble as the man crosses the ring and raises her hands for the pre-match check. The official checks the tape around Gabby’s wrists he also says, “Rose has to leave.”
Evans, looking bored sighs, “I’m not planning on staying in the ring.”
The ref looks at her, “Bethany said, no partners at ring side. So you have to head to the back, Rose.”
Gabby pops the bubble and sucks the pink wad back into her mouth, “No, it’s totally fine, Bethany gave her permission.”
The official shakes his head, “No, Bethany called down to ringside and made it clear if either Rose or Kolina show I had to send them to the back.”
Rose pushes off the ropes shrieking, “Gabby is the champ! She should get to call her shots!”
Mendoza starts to complain as well, but the referee fears Bethany more than the young champ, “Go! Now Rose!”
The blonde stomps on the thinly padded plywood, shaking the ropes, as she pouts. The man points to the back again. The crowd, getting wind of what is going on, begin chanting, “Na Na Na Na, Na Na Na Na, Hey Hey Good Bye!”
Rose dips her upper body through the ropes, her face twisted between anger and pouting as she yells at the FAWNatics, “SHUT UP!”
More FAWNatics join in for the next chorus “Na Na Na Na, Na Na Na Na, Hey Hey Good Bye!”
Rose moves to the apron and then leaps down to the floor slapping her hands on the ring apron in more frustration, before turning and screaming out her anger.
Gabby, in the ring, kicks the bottom rope and spins back on the referee, “You’ll pay for this. I’ll have your job!”
Mendoza pulls the gum out of her mouth and whips it at one of the old perverts at ring side for singing along with the others, hitting him in the forehead. Turning back to the ring, she sees the avenue for her anger, the smiling blonde across the ring. The champ runs out of her corner, Ingrid watching runs to meet her. The referee seeing the girls in motion waves a hand calling, “Ring the Bell!”
Ingrid raises her arms for a lock up, but Gabby isn’t interested in anything so mundane and hooks the charging Swede under one arm, dragging her over to a skidding landing on the canvas. Halstrom pops to her feet and charges back for another go at the brunette. Gabby spins and rushes back towards Ingrid as well, this time it’s the ViQueen that catches Mendoza under the arm and sends her flying with a similar armdrag.
The Babyfaced Killer hits and skids across the canvas, but she pops up to her feet and adjusts her skirt in the time it takes Ingrid to get to her feet. Gabby takes only three steps and leaps. Her boots slam into Ingrid’s gurls and send the blonde flying backwards to a hard landing on the thinly padded plywood. Mendoza rocks back and kips to her feet and stalks after Halstrom. Ingrid is far from helpless and she swings her legs around kicking the approaching brunette in the back of the knee. Gabby gives a shocked cry dropping to both knees. Ingrid follows up with a swing of her leg. This time her boot clips the brunette on the side of her skull, sending Gabby to the mat, hitting hard on her shoulder.
The FAWNatics cheer the ViQueen as she scampers on hands and knees to the downed champ and rolls Mendoza to her back, looking to put the Future of FAWN on hold.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Gabby kicks free and rolls to the ring ropes before Halstrom can get back on her. Mendoza on one knee holds the middle rope in one hand and points the other at Ingrid, “Keep her back!”
The referee steps between the champ and challenger, Ingrid holding her hands up and stepping back. Waiting, the busty blonde adjusts her outfit as Gabby also takes time to fine tune the location of her togs. She stands and sweeps her long black hair out of her face before moving away from the safety of the strands. Ingrid raises her arms again offering Gabby another chance to lock up.
“Come on Gabs, You’re going to have to earn your win against me. No simple outs like how you stole Lily’s belt.”
Gabby growls, “I won that match!”
This time the lightweights crash together in a collar and elbow, Ingrid a couple of inches shorter if a bit thicker through her entire body. Gabby shoves out of the lockup and, with surprising speed, sends a stinging chop to the blonde’s cleavage. Ingrid hisses in pain, but the veteran isn’t about to allow the Babyface Killer off without a response. Gabby, grinning after her score, quickly changes to a look of shock as Ingrid claps a chop against Gabby’s lifted bosom.
The FAWNatics give a roar expecting some tit for tat boob work to start, but Gabby turns back after holding a hand over her bosom and flicks her hand out poking Ingrid in the eye. Halstrom can only cry in pain, a hand going to her pale blue eye as she staggers towards the ropes. The referee steps between the blonde and brunette again pointing a warning finger at Mendoza, “None of that Gabby! Stay away from the eyes!”
Gabby holds her hands up. “It was an accident,” Mendoza says, grinning slyly as the referee turns to check on the Swede.
The lithe Latina blows a big bubble and pokes it flat with a smirk before moving into Hallstrom’s enhanced blindspot for the approach. But the blonde suddenly turns and takes a swipe. Hallstrom’s monocular vision allows Gabby to easily dip and dodge the effort. She slips in close, wrapping her arms around the tanned tummy of the challenger, cinching Ingrid tight in a bearhug.
The terrible Texan lifts Hallstrom’s boot leather from the canvas, then twists and deposits the Swede to the mat with a takedown, Mendoza landing on top for two points. Gabby stays tight to the blinded blonde’s back, reaching around and sinking a squeeze into Ingrid’s bosom, moving outside the collegiate rules she’d played within for a moment or two.
Ingrid sits out, trying to escape. But Mendoza moves with her foe, pressing a knee between the shoulderblades of the Bikini Teamer, her laced, cupped fingers slipping under Ingrid’s chin. She yanks back on Hallstrom’s noggin.
“Can the girl wrestle?” Gabby shouts, perfect pearlies emerging, some pink sugary confection escaping between the bared teeth.
Taking a seat herself behind Hallstrom, Mendoza sneaks her arms under and around the blonde’s locking her digits behind Ingrid’s neck for a full nelson. The lightweight champion pulls the Swede into her lap and leans back. On her shoulders for a split-second, Mendoza heaves her pelvis up and forward, forcing Ingrid higher still until thrusting her down, the challenger’s tailbone DRIVEN into the deck with a bruising keester bounce.
Ingrid winces in pain, trying to reach to massage her undercarriage, but her arms are still in Gabby’s control and Mendoza isn’t about to stop with one dribble of Ingrid’s cheeks. She leeeans back again and repeats the process THUMPING blonde backside into the thinly-covered plywood before doing it a third time, Ingrid yelping on the final collision.
“Having fun yet?” Mendoza mumbles through the smacking of her colorful chaw.
Gabby rolls to her side and keeps turning, bringing Hallstrom with her, both women circling the mat in a set of seated barrel rolls. The crowd roars as blonde and brunette make the full orbit before coming to a stop, Mendoza too dizzy to continue and Ingrid’s baby blues flashing a wobbly confusion.
Gabby transfers her nelson to a grip around Ingrid’s midriff and leans backward again, this time pulling Hallstrom over her shoulders and stacking Ingrid on hers for…
ONE…
TWO…
The Swede breaks loose and flops to her side. Both women push to all fours and look a bit seasick. The official starts his count on each and makes it to ‘FOUR’ before the champ shoves her way up to a rickety vertical base.
Gabby drives a toe kick into Ingrid’s belly as the rising blonde turns in her direction and snatches the challenger into a sturdy front facelock. Dipping into a crouch, Mendoza buggywhips Hallstrom over in the flash of an uninjured eye, the Bikini Teamer’s back THUMPING against the canvas with a snap suplex.
Keeping the grip around her foe’s head tight, Gabby rolls Hallstrom to her feet and sends her whipping into a front flip again, her spine CRASHING to the mat.
And again the Barely Legal superstar rolls Ingrid up for another suplex, though this one looks a more standard speed, Mendoza showing some weariness as she lifts the blonde.
Ingrid’s legs bicycle as she leaves the canvas and Hallstrom makes it back to the canvas safely, boot leather to mat. Before Gabby can blink, Ingrid lifts a knee into the taut tummy of the precocious titleholder. Lifted to tiptoes, dark eyes wide, Mendoza’s grip loosens as Ingrid slips her arms tight around the abs of the lithe Latina and launches, sending Mendoza up and over with a belly-to-belly. Gabby lands HARD on the deck, her backbone twisting into an aching arch.
Grimacing, Mendoza rolls to all fours and crawls for the ropes, heading for a timeout, the Wendy Smith cavalcade of suplexes apparently at an end. Bu Ingrid isn’t interested in the champ making a hasty exit.
The blonde grabs an ankle and drags a flailing, twisting Gabby to mid-ring where Mendoza kicks free. The ebony-maned grappler hops to her feet and swings a spin kick at Hallstrom’s temple. But Ingrid ducks the effort and uses Gabby’s raised lower limb to her advantage, swinging an arm between her foe’s legs and popping the startled Babyfaced Killer across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry.
Gabby pleads out a staccato “No, no, no, no, no.”
But the answer is an emphatic ‘YES’ when the Swede sends Mendoza SLAMMING to the mat with a sudden powerful Samoan Drop.
Again Gabby spasms after impact, her backbone bruised a second time and Ingrid kips to her feet to add insult to injury. Turning to the splayed Latina, Hallstrom pops into a handstand next to Gabby. Ingrid turns in a deft 180-spin to SPLASH her midriff across that of the bubble-blower. The force of the tummy-to-tummy splash sends Gabby’s pink wad popping from between her lips, ending in the curve of her throat as the blonde settles in a crossbody pin and hooks Mendoza’s far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
Gabby throws a shoulder off the mat, saving herself and sending her gum rolling to the canvas. Before even attempting to rise, she snatches the wad and stuffs it back in her mouth.
“You’re gonna hurt for that,” she bleats between chews and deep breaths.
“Really,” Ingrid responds, seemingly unconvinced.
The blonde rises and grasps Mendoza’s ankles, forcing Gabby to her back and lifting the Latina’s legs high and wide. Gabby’s dark eyes grow to saucers, her palms extended and ‘washing windows’.
The defiant tome in the Babyfaced Killer is muted.
“Now…now…” Gabby stammers. “Just wait a second.”
But Hallstrom doesn’t. She vaults into the air, tanned stems extended in a wide ‘V’ and drops them across the inside of the champ’s thighs, stretching the groin of the Barely Legal badass.
Gabby shrieks in anguish, grabbing at her tenderized muscles, her groin stretched to the snapping point by the dual leg drops. As Ingrid rolls up in a backward somersault, Mendoza collapses into a protective ball, massaging her inner thighs at the juncture of her crotch, cursing under her breath between whimpers.
“Rose,” Mendoza cries out, but the only response is a boot from Ingrid, the Swede cracking Gabby out of her turtleshell with the stomp.
“Sorry. Only the Scandinavian version of your worst nightmare. You know. The one where someone takes your belt and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
The Latina starts to object, but that only gets her another boot to the hip. Ingrid reaches down and presses her hands to the sides of Gabby’s skull, pulling her up without pulling on her hair. Coming up, Mendoza fires a punch into the tan and toned abs of the Bikini Teamer, but it only earns her a clubbing forearm across her back that sends her back to one knee. Halstrom pulls the Barely Legal Champ back up and sends her off to the ropes.
Gabby groans as her groin is still tender, but she makes it to the strands and bounds back towards the approaching ViQueen. Ingrid leaps, throwing her body into the brunette’s. Gabby gets a face full of Bikini Teamer bosom as the blonde rides her down into the canvas with a Lou Thesz Press. The Latina takes in a deep breath as Ingrid lifts her cleavage off the darker skinned beauty’s face, but Halstrom follows with a trio of stiff forearms to the side of Gabby’s head.
Stunned, Mendoza tries shaking the cobwebs clear of her brain, but Ingrid is already pulling the Babyfaced Killer to her feet. Halstrom pushes the brunette into the nearest corner using her own body to pin Gabby against the pads. The referee steps in, ordering Ingrid out of the corner, but she already has plans to leave. Turning her back to Mendoza, the blonde reaches back, wrapping an arm around her opponent’s head. Gabby grunts as the side of her face is pressed against the side of Ingrid’s boob. The Bikini Teamer starts to run out into the middle of the ring looking to bulldog Gabby.
When Ingrid leaps, the Babyfaced Killer times it right and shoves of her foe, popping her head free and sending Halstrom to another butt-first landing with the barely padded plywood. While Ingrid’s face is pinched in pain, Gabby races for the ropes in front of the seated blonde and on her return sends a low drop kick into the blonde’s rather large rack. Halstrom is blasted onto her back, her arms crossed over her abused bosom as she rocks in pain.
The Barely Legal Champ scampers to her feet moving to the blonde’s short legs and takes each foot by the heel, lifting Ingrid’s gams into a loose ‘V’. Gabby shakes the Swede’s legs as she looks down on Ingrid.
“I told you, you’re going to pay!” the Latina hisses as she raises her foot above the triangle of Halstrom’s bottoms and presses her boot into Ingrid’s unprotected womanhood.
Gabby grinds her boot into the blonde’s sex as she pulls up on Ingrid’s legs. The Bikini Teamer lets out a shriek of pain as Mendoza blows a pink bubble and sucks it back in before she lets Ingrid’s legs drop. Stepping away, the Latina reaches under her skirt, snapping the panties underneath back over the curve of her glutes. Ingrid can only curl in a ball, one hand wedged between her thighs, the other trying to rub the pain from her breasts.
Gabby walks around the challenger, “Didn’t anyone ever tell ya’ll, Don’t mess with Texas!”
Ingrid rolls to her side crawling towards the ropes, but Gabby will have none of that. Catching the blonde with ease, the Babyfaced Killer drags Halstrom back to the center of the ring flipping her over on her belly. Gabby drops all her weight down on the challenger’s lower back as she takes a seat, the Texan then pulls Ingrid’s arms up, placing them across her thighs. Taking Ingrid’s fighting ponytail, Mendoza pulls her foe’s head back until the referee warns her. Working on her gum, the Champ releases her hair hold and laces her fingers under Ingrid’s chin. She pulls back, locking in the Camel Clutch.
The ref kneels a few feet out in front. Seeing the pain on Halstrom’s face he asks, “What do you say Ingrid? Do you want to give up?”
Halstrom tries shaking her head and groans, “No”
Gabby blows a small bubble and then sucks the gum back in her mouth chomping on the wad, an evil grin creeping across her face. Mendoza slides her hands down Ingrid’s neck and chest, then inside the blonde’s top and cups Ingrid’s gurls. The Babyfaced Killer begins working on Halstrom’s boobs with as much enthusiasm as she works her gum. Ingrid’s feet drum the canvas as her face turns red. Gabby works the blonde’s assets with gusto and Halstrom finally lets out a shriek of pain.
Another large bubble is blown before Gabby finally ends her mauling of Ingrid’s juggs, shoving the mewling blonde to the canvas. Mendoza stands and holds her arms out to the crowd and takes a small bow. The Barely Legal Champ, still working on her gum, raises an arm and takes her time lining up the elbow drop to Ingrid’s spine, but when she does finally commit to the move, Halstrom rolls clear leaving Gabby nothing but canvas for her elbow to strike.
Frustrated by the failure, Gabby gets back to her feet quickly and lines up a second elbow drop, this one missing as well as Halstrom rolls clear. This time Mendoza stays on the mat rubbing her funny bone as the tingles run up her arm. Ingrid, now on her back, pulls her top back into place covering her breasts. The referee checks on both, but before he can start a count, both women start climbing to their feet.
Gabby comes in with an over hand right, but Ingrid gets her left arm up blocking the punch. She kicks the brunette in the breadbasket. To her credit, the champ shakes off the boot and throws another right at Halstrom, but this one is blocked as well. The Texan looks for the boot again, but instead the Bikini Teamer cracks a chop against Mendoza’s cleavage. Spinning away, Gabby presses her hands to her bosom, trying to quell the sting. Ingrid reaches out, hooking a hand in the waistband of Gabby’s skirt pulling her foe back in. Ingrid shoots her arms up and under Gabby’s and laces her fingers across the back of the champ’s neck.
Ingrid jerks the youngster around in the full nelson, pushing her chin down against her chest. Gabby takes a shot at stomping on the blonde’s toes, but Halstrom is too skilled to allow that to happen. The ViQueen gets her hips out to the side a bit and moves her right leg in front of the brunette’s, then pushes forward sending Gabby face-first into the canvas with the Full Nelson Facebuster.
<B> Full Nelson Facebuster</B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kn8e4nOV7a8 )
As soon as the Barely Legal brunette hits the canvas Ingrid changes to a half nelson and turns Gabby to her back for a pinning attempt.
ONE…
TWO…
THRRNO!
Gabby kicks out, saving her title for the moment, though she hardly looks in shape to resist anything Ingrid has in mind.
Ingrid takes a quick glance at the zebra, the tanned and glistening blonde raising her eyebrows but getting only two fingers raised in response.
With Mendoza on her side, dark eyes glassy, Ingrid pushes to her feet and shoves the champ to her back with a boot. The blonde raises her right arm high, drawing a loud reaction from the FAWNatics, the crowd poised to welcome a new lightweight champ to the fold.
Ingrid doesn’t hesitate. Lifting off, the Bikini Teamer leaps into a front flip next to the splayed Texan. Her abbreviated but sinewy stems CRASH down across throat and chest, Halstrom NAILING the titleholder with a Flipping Leg Drop.
The Barely Legal brunette spasms and gasps, hands reaching for her throat. But while the official skids down to the canvas for a count, Ingrid passes on the opportunity, instead back somersaulting off her foe and handstanding her way to vertical.
With the crowd roaring, an adrenaline-fueled Ingrid motions for Gabby to get her ass up and the Babyfaced Killer follows suit, slowly but surely making her way to her boot soles on rubbery legs. As a bewildered champ turns to find the Swede, she’s gutted by a toe kick to the tummy.
Ingrid tosses a limp arm of the champ over her shoulders. She stuffs her left hand into Mendoza’s midriff and uses the right to help launch the Terrible Texan up and over her shoulders in a makeshift suplex that suddenly becomes a brutal Runebuster, the stunner rocking Gabby back on her heels before Mendoza flops to her back in a dazed starfish.
<B> Runebuster </B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a9UXATiv_UE )
The FAWNatics feel it and Halstrom does as well. She scurries from her seated position after the impact to a crossbody pin of the blasted Latina for…
ONE…
TWO…
THREENOOO!
With the ref’s palm no more than an inch off the deck, Gabby shoves a shoulder off the mat, the assembled groaning in deep disappointment, even Ingrid with an incredulous look for a moment. But it quickly fades and the blonde starts to tug what’s left of Gabby off the canvas.
Keeping the babyfaced brunette bent at the waist, Ingrid tugs the champ’s head between her thighs and wraps her arms around the gulping tawny tummy of the Texan, ready to launch the brat up and end her reign with the Valkyrie.
<B>Valkyrie</B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-xeX82Af1CI )
But before the launch takes place, Mendoza wraps her arms around Ingrid’s glossy thighs and launches the challenger up and over with a back body drop, Halstrom landing on her tailbone. Ingrid butt-hops toward a corner, the shockwave moving up and down her spine prompting the unusual display, her face twisted in anguish.
The exhausted Gabby, having dropped to one knee, glances over her shoulder at the Swede’s condition and the pain in the baby blues of her foe pushes the champ to vertical, a pink bubble emerging from Mendoza’s lips a sure sign she’s in stalking mode.
The ensuing limp and stumble from the Texan doesn’t make her approach very awe-inspiring, but Gabby manages to sink her nails into the blonde’s scalp and follows with a three-spot of knees to the back of the seated Ingrid’s skull.
Her senses duly dulled, the challenger is tugged to her feet and turned toward the Texan. However, as she is, Ingrid springs to life and swings a scythe-like clothesline at Mendoza.
Gabby counters the effort, using the Bikini Teamer’s body to flip up and around the tanned frame of the Swede. Floating over her foe, Gabby instantly SPIKES Ingrid’s skull into the canvas with a vicious DDT.
<B> Float over DDT </B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Jp7MNnyweI )
It seems for the world if Mendoza would throw her body atop the demolished Halstrom the belt would receive a successful defense. But instead Gabby crawls to the splayed Ingrid, going ‘69’ with the blasted blonde. Slipping her thighs around the temples of the Bikini Teamer, the Babyfaced Killer secures her signature reverse headscissors. Locking her ankles and flexing her thighs, she quickly has the face of the Swede turning rosy from the intense pressure.
Mendoza chews her wad violently, shouting at the ref to ask if Halstrom wants to submit between lipsmacks. Moving the gum between clenched teeth, Mendoza pulls half of the pink wad out between a thumb and forefinger. While still trying to crack Ingrid’s cranium like a nut with her scissors, a guilty grin emerges on the champ’s lips and Gabby slips the pink goo under Ingrid’s bikini bottoms, smushing and rubbing it into her foe’s privates.
The crowd, perhaps feigning its disgust, boos the brat loudly at her personal disposal of the sugary resin. Pain and humiliation applied, Gabby releases her scissors and hops to her feet, sweat-soaked but looking positively refreshed. At her feet, the sprawled Ingrid’s flushed face makes it appear she’s gone through a war…and lost.
As Gabby takes a victory lap, garnering every jeer she can wring out of the furious FAWNatics, the stubborn Swede slowly makes it up to wobbly feet, just in time for Gabby’s return and Mendoza seeks to make it a triumphant one.
The Terrible Texan leaps at the harried Halstrom, her knees tucking into Ingrid’s jaw, her hands wrapping around the back of the Bikini Teamer’s noggin and Gabby RIPS Ingrid off her feet, Bursting the challenger’s Bubble with her devastating finisher.
<B> Bursting Your Bubble</B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9mbVFgTFdFg )
Ingrid EATS every bit of the destructive delight, her head snapping back from the impact and dragging her limp body along for the ride.
The drained and depressed crowd watch as Ingrid ends in a full spreadeagle, unmoving.
Gabby relaxes with a loud sigh and moves to her challenger, genuflecting atop the considerable cleavage of the Swede for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Mendoza raises her arms high and wide at the third slap of the mat, knowing she’s defended her belt against a top challenger and come out on top all on her lonesome. Gabby wipes some sweat off her brow and flicks it at the remains of the blonde. She rises, calling for her belt.
A FAWN flunky hands it to the ref who delivers post-haste to the Babyfaced Killer, Mendoza living up to her moniker in murdering Ingrid’s title hopes.
Gabby raises the gold high and uses a few boot stomps to roll the failed challenger out of the ring. After making the ring her won, Mendoza turns to the hard camera.
“You’ll have to do better, ladies. Despite what dear Lily and the rest of the little losers think, I ain’t no fluke. Barely Legal for Life!”
Gabby straps on her belt and climbs a corner, stuffing the gold in the faces of the FAWNatics and beaming brightly. She spits outs what’s left of her wad and bats it into the crowd.
“Fight for the souvenir you losers,” she chuckles, “while I outshine the so-called lightweight legends of this sport.”
The Hives "TICK TICK BOOM"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1M02bAWDFkI&ob=av2n
Ingrid pushes through the curtain, a ball of blonde motion. The Swede comes out to a raucous welcome from the crowd. For Hallstrom, her looks are just the beginning of why she’s always been a huge fan favorite. Ingrid’s shown herself to be a real battler even if she doesn’t always come out on top. Stopping at the top of the ramp the blonde throws her arms high in the air and when the next "BOOM" happens, the tiny Viking throws her arms down and loud pyro blasts simultaneously on the sides of the stage.
The ring announcer makes the intro for Ingrid, “Introducing first… she is 118 pounds of pure Swedish Sex appeal…from Halstad Sweden… Ingrid Halstrom!”
Ingrid wears a blue bikini with yellow crosses on her breasts and matching bottoms. The flag of Sweden has never looked better. Her pads are black with Swedish flags. Halstrom’s long blonde hair is pulled back in a fighting ponytail, the Bikini Team member ready for tonight’s battle.
INGRID HALSTROM:
The Swede dances down the aisle slapping the outstretched hands of the fans along the rails. At times she stops to dance, hips gyrating. Ingrid works her way around the ring, swishing her taut tanned rear. Halstrom greets many of the fans, Ingrid stopping short of entering as she finds one who’s done a sign for her. Excited, Ingrid literally bounces as she reads, “The VIQUEEN will Conquer Gabby!”<br>
Ingrid gives her supporter a big hug, which probably will lead to many more signs for next time. She rolls under the bottom rope popping quickly to her feet. Ingrid steps on the bottom rope, leaning far over the top rope, saluting the crowd.
Hallstrom moves to her corner allowing the referee to check her pads and boots, even giving the lucky man a little shimmy as he does his job. The Bikini Teamer waits for the arrival of the Texas troublemaker, the blonde stretching while she waits, the Swedish lightweight’s face scrunching as she waits impatiently for FAWN’s Lightweight Champion.
The speakers crackle back to life and the catchy and oddly threatening ‘Bubble Gum Bitch’ from Marina and the Diamonds’ has the crowd’s adrenaline pumping as they realize FAWN’s sub-125 frontrunner is on her way.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d1eQLw0Nwto )
“And now,” the announcer resumes, the crowd refusing to wait for the official welcome to commence, getting their Cold November jeering in early.
“Being accompanied to the ring by her BFF, Rose Evans..."
ROSE EVANS:
The description earns more than a few scoffs, snickers and rolled eyes from the FAWNatics.
“... and representing the FUTURE of FAWN, Gen Next... Hailing from Irving, Texas... She stands five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds. Ladies and gentlemen, the Babyfaced Killer, YOUR Lightweight champion, GAAABBBBBBYYY MEEENNNDDDOOOZZZAAA!!!!!”
GABBY MENDOZA:
The cascade of boos only increases as two lovely young ladies emerge from backstage—with an emphasis on “YOUNG.” Evans and Mendoza stroll to the ring side by side, Gabby leading the way with a dour Rose—the shorter and fairer skinned of the two—trailing behind. Evans’ eyes never register the presence of the crowd or waver from her tag team partner’s back. Gabby seems a little more aware of her surroundings and is even less impressed with the fans around ringside. But if she’s scowling, the effect is diluted by the periodic pink bubbles Mendoza blossoming from between her lips.
Both women are adorned in their increasingly iconic black lace panties beneath plaid mini-skirts and matching black bustiers that give their pert bounty an extremely flattering boost. Both sets of well-shaped legs are encased in thigh high black nylons with white boots. Climbing onto the apron, Rose and Gabby each slip one leg through the ropes, bending deep at the waist as they sweep their upper bodies toward the inside of the ring…
… only to stop halfway, their faces sooooooo close to coming into contact. Regardless of any tensions Gabby’s belt--and the manner in which she’d won it--might have spawned, there remains a tight bond between the ingenues.
Mendoza and Evans brush noses, exchanging an Eskimo kiss, before Gabby pulls the rest of the way into the squared circle. As Rose departs for Mendoza’s corner, Gabby blows a bubble in the direction of the Bikini Teamer, pointedly making sure it grows too big for the confectionary to remain inflated, the pink film bursting with a loud ‘POP!’
The lovely latina raises her brows at Ingrid as she works the gum between a widening smile. Mendoza passes her belt to the official, who holds it aloft to a thunderous cheer before he transfers it to a ringside staffer.
Evans leans against the ropes as Gabby steps out a bit from her corner still eyeing the blonde in the opposite corner, Ingrid looks over the referee’s shoulder as he bends to check the ViQueen’s knee pads and boots. When the zebra stands Halstrom asks, “Is she going to be allowed to stay? I was told Kolina couldn’t be here.”
Turning the man sighs answering, “No, they were told as well.”
Gabby blows an exceptionally large bubble as the man crosses the ring and raises her hands for the pre-match check. The official checks the tape around Gabby’s wrists he also says, “Rose has to leave.”
Evans, looking bored sighs, “I’m not planning on staying in the ring.”
The ref looks at her, “Bethany said, no partners at ring side. So you have to head to the back, Rose.”
Gabby pops the bubble and sucks the pink wad back into her mouth, “No, it’s totally fine, Bethany gave her permission.”
The official shakes his head, “No, Bethany called down to ringside and made it clear if either Rose or Kolina show I had to send them to the back.”
Rose pushes off the ropes shrieking, “Gabby is the champ! She should get to call her shots!”
Mendoza starts to complain as well, but the referee fears Bethany more than the young champ, “Go! Now Rose!”
The blonde stomps on the thinly padded plywood, shaking the ropes, as she pouts. The man points to the back again. The crowd, getting wind of what is going on, begin chanting, “Na Na Na Na, Na Na Na Na, Hey Hey Good Bye!”
Rose dips her upper body through the ropes, her face twisted between anger and pouting as she yells at the FAWNatics, “SHUT UP!”
More FAWNatics join in for the next chorus “Na Na Na Na, Na Na Na Na, Hey Hey Good Bye!”
Rose moves to the apron and then leaps down to the floor slapping her hands on the ring apron in more frustration, before turning and screaming out her anger.
Gabby, in the ring, kicks the bottom rope and spins back on the referee, “You’ll pay for this. I’ll have your job!”
Mendoza pulls the gum out of her mouth and whips it at one of the old perverts at ring side for singing along with the others, hitting him in the forehead. Turning back to the ring, she sees the avenue for her anger, the smiling blonde across the ring. The champ runs out of her corner, Ingrid watching runs to meet her. The referee seeing the girls in motion waves a hand calling, “Ring the Bell!”
Ingrid raises her arms for a lock up, but Gabby isn’t interested in anything so mundane and hooks the charging Swede under one arm, dragging her over to a skidding landing on the canvas. Halstrom pops to her feet and charges back for another go at the brunette. Gabby spins and rushes back towards Ingrid as well, this time it’s the ViQueen that catches Mendoza under the arm and sends her flying with a similar armdrag.
The Babyfaced Killer hits and skids across the canvas, but she pops up to her feet and adjusts her skirt in the time it takes Ingrid to get to her feet. Gabby takes only three steps and leaps. Her boots slam into Ingrid’s gurls and send the blonde flying backwards to a hard landing on the thinly padded plywood. Mendoza rocks back and kips to her feet and stalks after Halstrom. Ingrid is far from helpless and she swings her legs around kicking the approaching brunette in the back of the knee. Gabby gives a shocked cry dropping to both knees. Ingrid follows up with a swing of her leg. This time her boot clips the brunette on the side of her skull, sending Gabby to the mat, hitting hard on her shoulder.
The FAWNatics cheer the ViQueen as she scampers on hands and knees to the downed champ and rolls Mendoza to her back, looking to put the Future of FAWN on hold.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Gabby kicks free and rolls to the ring ropes before Halstrom can get back on her. Mendoza on one knee holds the middle rope in one hand and points the other at Ingrid, “Keep her back!”
The referee steps between the champ and challenger, Ingrid holding her hands up and stepping back. Waiting, the busty blonde adjusts her outfit as Gabby also takes time to fine tune the location of her togs. She stands and sweeps her long black hair out of her face before moving away from the safety of the strands. Ingrid raises her arms again offering Gabby another chance to lock up.
“Come on Gabs, You’re going to have to earn your win against me. No simple outs like how you stole Lily’s belt.”
Gabby growls, “I won that match!”
This time the lightweights crash together in a collar and elbow, Ingrid a couple of inches shorter if a bit thicker through her entire body. Gabby shoves out of the lockup and, with surprising speed, sends a stinging chop to the blonde’s cleavage. Ingrid hisses in pain, but the veteran isn’t about to allow the Babyface Killer off without a response. Gabby, grinning after her score, quickly changes to a look of shock as Ingrid claps a chop against Gabby’s lifted bosom.
The FAWNatics give a roar expecting some tit for tat boob work to start, but Gabby turns back after holding a hand over her bosom and flicks her hand out poking Ingrid in the eye. Halstrom can only cry in pain, a hand going to her pale blue eye as she staggers towards the ropes. The referee steps between the blonde and brunette again pointing a warning finger at Mendoza, “None of that Gabby! Stay away from the eyes!”
Gabby holds her hands up. “It was an accident,” Mendoza says, grinning slyly as the referee turns to check on the Swede.
The lithe Latina blows a big bubble and pokes it flat with a smirk before moving into Hallstrom’s enhanced blindspot for the approach. But the blonde suddenly turns and takes a swipe. Hallstrom’s monocular vision allows Gabby to easily dip and dodge the effort. She slips in close, wrapping her arms around the tanned tummy of the challenger, cinching Ingrid tight in a bearhug.
The terrible Texan lifts Hallstrom’s boot leather from the canvas, then twists and deposits the Swede to the mat with a takedown, Mendoza landing on top for two points. Gabby stays tight to the blinded blonde’s back, reaching around and sinking a squeeze into Ingrid’s bosom, moving outside the collegiate rules she’d played within for a moment or two.
Ingrid sits out, trying to escape. But Mendoza moves with her foe, pressing a knee between the shoulderblades of the Bikini Teamer, her laced, cupped fingers slipping under Ingrid’s chin. She yanks back on Hallstrom’s noggin.
“Can the girl wrestle?” Gabby shouts, perfect pearlies emerging, some pink sugary confection escaping between the bared teeth.
Taking a seat herself behind Hallstrom, Mendoza sneaks her arms under and around the blonde’s locking her digits behind Ingrid’s neck for a full nelson. The lightweight champion pulls the Swede into her lap and leans back. On her shoulders for a split-second, Mendoza heaves her pelvis up and forward, forcing Ingrid higher still until thrusting her down, the challenger’s tailbone DRIVEN into the deck with a bruising keester bounce.
Ingrid winces in pain, trying to reach to massage her undercarriage, but her arms are still in Gabby’s control and Mendoza isn’t about to stop with one dribble of Ingrid’s cheeks. She leeeans back again and repeats the process THUMPING blonde backside into the thinly-covered plywood before doing it a third time, Ingrid yelping on the final collision.
“Having fun yet?” Mendoza mumbles through the smacking of her colorful chaw.
Gabby rolls to her side and keeps turning, bringing Hallstrom with her, both women circling the mat in a set of seated barrel rolls. The crowd roars as blonde and brunette make the full orbit before coming to a stop, Mendoza too dizzy to continue and Ingrid’s baby blues flashing a wobbly confusion.
Gabby transfers her nelson to a grip around Ingrid’s midriff and leans backward again, this time pulling Hallstrom over her shoulders and stacking Ingrid on hers for…
ONE…
TWO…
The Swede breaks loose and flops to her side. Both women push to all fours and look a bit seasick. The official starts his count on each and makes it to ‘FOUR’ before the champ shoves her way up to a rickety vertical base.
Gabby drives a toe kick into Ingrid’s belly as the rising blonde turns in her direction and snatches the challenger into a sturdy front facelock. Dipping into a crouch, Mendoza buggywhips Hallstrom over in the flash of an uninjured eye, the Bikini Teamer’s back THUMPING against the canvas with a snap suplex.
Keeping the grip around her foe’s head tight, Gabby rolls Hallstrom to her feet and sends her whipping into a front flip again, her spine CRASHING to the mat.
And again the Barely Legal superstar rolls Ingrid up for another suplex, though this one looks a more standard speed, Mendoza showing some weariness as she lifts the blonde.
Ingrid’s legs bicycle as she leaves the canvas and Hallstrom makes it back to the canvas safely, boot leather to mat. Before Gabby can blink, Ingrid lifts a knee into the taut tummy of the precocious titleholder. Lifted to tiptoes, dark eyes wide, Mendoza’s grip loosens as Ingrid slips her arms tight around the abs of the lithe Latina and launches, sending Mendoza up and over with a belly-to-belly. Gabby lands HARD on the deck, her backbone twisting into an aching arch.
Grimacing, Mendoza rolls to all fours and crawls for the ropes, heading for a timeout, the Wendy Smith cavalcade of suplexes apparently at an end. Bu Ingrid isn’t interested in the champ making a hasty exit.
The blonde grabs an ankle and drags a flailing, twisting Gabby to mid-ring where Mendoza kicks free. The ebony-maned grappler hops to her feet and swings a spin kick at Hallstrom’s temple. But Ingrid ducks the effort and uses Gabby’s raised lower limb to her advantage, swinging an arm between her foe’s legs and popping the startled Babyfaced Killer across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry.
Gabby pleads out a staccato “No, no, no, no, no.”
But the answer is an emphatic ‘YES’ when the Swede sends Mendoza SLAMMING to the mat with a sudden powerful Samoan Drop.
Again Gabby spasms after impact, her backbone bruised a second time and Ingrid kips to her feet to add insult to injury. Turning to the splayed Latina, Hallstrom pops into a handstand next to Gabby. Ingrid turns in a deft 180-spin to SPLASH her midriff across that of the bubble-blower. The force of the tummy-to-tummy splash sends Gabby’s pink wad popping from between her lips, ending in the curve of her throat as the blonde settles in a crossbody pin and hooks Mendoza’s far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
Gabby throws a shoulder off the mat, saving herself and sending her gum rolling to the canvas. Before even attempting to rise, she snatches the wad and stuffs it back in her mouth.
“You’re gonna hurt for that,” she bleats between chews and deep breaths.
“Really,” Ingrid responds, seemingly unconvinced.
The blonde rises and grasps Mendoza’s ankles, forcing Gabby to her back and lifting the Latina’s legs high and wide. Gabby’s dark eyes grow to saucers, her palms extended and ‘washing windows’.
The defiant tome in the Babyfaced Killer is muted.
“Now…now…” Gabby stammers. “Just wait a second.”
But Hallstrom doesn’t. She vaults into the air, tanned stems extended in a wide ‘V’ and drops them across the inside of the champ’s thighs, stretching the groin of the Barely Legal badass.
Gabby shrieks in anguish, grabbing at her tenderized muscles, her groin stretched to the snapping point by the dual leg drops. As Ingrid rolls up in a backward somersault, Mendoza collapses into a protective ball, massaging her inner thighs at the juncture of her crotch, cursing under her breath between whimpers.
“Rose,” Mendoza cries out, but the only response is a boot from Ingrid, the Swede cracking Gabby out of her turtleshell with the stomp.
“Sorry. Only the Scandinavian version of your worst nightmare. You know. The one where someone takes your belt and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
The Latina starts to object, but that only gets her another boot to the hip. Ingrid reaches down and presses her hands to the sides of Gabby’s skull, pulling her up without pulling on her hair. Coming up, Mendoza fires a punch into the tan and toned abs of the Bikini Teamer, but it only earns her a clubbing forearm across her back that sends her back to one knee. Halstrom pulls the Barely Legal Champ back up and sends her off to the ropes.
Gabby groans as her groin is still tender, but she makes it to the strands and bounds back towards the approaching ViQueen. Ingrid leaps, throwing her body into the brunette’s. Gabby gets a face full of Bikini Teamer bosom as the blonde rides her down into the canvas with a Lou Thesz Press. The Latina takes in a deep breath as Ingrid lifts her cleavage off the darker skinned beauty’s face, but Halstrom follows with a trio of stiff forearms to the side of Gabby’s head.
Stunned, Mendoza tries shaking the cobwebs clear of her brain, but Ingrid is already pulling the Babyfaced Killer to her feet. Halstrom pushes the brunette into the nearest corner using her own body to pin Gabby against the pads. The referee steps in, ordering Ingrid out of the corner, but she already has plans to leave. Turning her back to Mendoza, the blonde reaches back, wrapping an arm around her opponent’s head. Gabby grunts as the side of her face is pressed against the side of Ingrid’s boob. The Bikini Teamer starts to run out into the middle of the ring looking to bulldog Gabby.
When Ingrid leaps, the Babyfaced Killer times it right and shoves of her foe, popping her head free and sending Halstrom to another butt-first landing with the barely padded plywood. While Ingrid’s face is pinched in pain, Gabby races for the ropes in front of the seated blonde and on her return sends a low drop kick into the blonde’s rather large rack. Halstrom is blasted onto her back, her arms crossed over her abused bosom as she rocks in pain.
The Barely Legal Champ scampers to her feet moving to the blonde’s short legs and takes each foot by the heel, lifting Ingrid’s gams into a loose ‘V’. Gabby shakes the Swede’s legs as she looks down on Ingrid.
“I told you, you’re going to pay!” the Latina hisses as she raises her foot above the triangle of Halstrom’s bottoms and presses her boot into Ingrid’s unprotected womanhood.
Gabby grinds her boot into the blonde’s sex as she pulls up on Ingrid’s legs. The Bikini Teamer lets out a shriek of pain as Mendoza blows a pink bubble and sucks it back in before she lets Ingrid’s legs drop. Stepping away, the Latina reaches under her skirt, snapping the panties underneath back over the curve of her glutes. Ingrid can only curl in a ball, one hand wedged between her thighs, the other trying to rub the pain from her breasts.
Gabby walks around the challenger, “Didn’t anyone ever tell ya’ll, Don’t mess with Texas!”
Ingrid rolls to her side crawling towards the ropes, but Gabby will have none of that. Catching the blonde with ease, the Babyfaced Killer drags Halstrom back to the center of the ring flipping her over on her belly. Gabby drops all her weight down on the challenger’s lower back as she takes a seat, the Texan then pulls Ingrid’s arms up, placing them across her thighs. Taking Ingrid’s fighting ponytail, Mendoza pulls her foe’s head back until the referee warns her. Working on her gum, the Champ releases her hair hold and laces her fingers under Ingrid’s chin. She pulls back, locking in the Camel Clutch.
The ref kneels a few feet out in front. Seeing the pain on Halstrom’s face he asks, “What do you say Ingrid? Do you want to give up?”
Halstrom tries shaking her head and groans, “No”
Gabby blows a small bubble and then sucks the gum back in her mouth chomping on the wad, an evil grin creeping across her face. Mendoza slides her hands down Ingrid’s neck and chest, then inside the blonde’s top and cups Ingrid’s gurls. The Babyfaced Killer begins working on Halstrom’s boobs with as much enthusiasm as she works her gum. Ingrid’s feet drum the canvas as her face turns red. Gabby works the blonde’s assets with gusto and Halstrom finally lets out a shriek of pain.
Another large bubble is blown before Gabby finally ends her mauling of Ingrid’s juggs, shoving the mewling blonde to the canvas. Mendoza stands and holds her arms out to the crowd and takes a small bow. The Barely Legal Champ, still working on her gum, raises an arm and takes her time lining up the elbow drop to Ingrid’s spine, but when she does finally commit to the move, Halstrom rolls clear leaving Gabby nothing but canvas for her elbow to strike.
Frustrated by the failure, Gabby gets back to her feet quickly and lines up a second elbow drop, this one missing as well as Halstrom rolls clear. This time Mendoza stays on the mat rubbing her funny bone as the tingles run up her arm. Ingrid, now on her back, pulls her top back into place covering her breasts. The referee checks on both, but before he can start a count, both women start climbing to their feet.
Gabby comes in with an over hand right, but Ingrid gets her left arm up blocking the punch. She kicks the brunette in the breadbasket. To her credit, the champ shakes off the boot and throws another right at Halstrom, but this one is blocked as well. The Texan looks for the boot again, but instead the Bikini Teamer cracks a chop against Mendoza’s cleavage. Spinning away, Gabby presses her hands to her bosom, trying to quell the sting. Ingrid reaches out, hooking a hand in the waistband of Gabby’s skirt pulling her foe back in. Ingrid shoots her arms up and under Gabby’s and laces her fingers across the back of the champ’s neck.
Ingrid jerks the youngster around in the full nelson, pushing her chin down against her chest. Gabby takes a shot at stomping on the blonde’s toes, but Halstrom is too skilled to allow that to happen. The ViQueen gets her hips out to the side a bit and moves her right leg in front of the brunette’s, then pushes forward sending Gabby face-first into the canvas with the Full Nelson Facebuster.
<B> Full Nelson Facebuster</B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kn8e4nOV7a8 )
As soon as the Barely Legal brunette hits the canvas Ingrid changes to a half nelson and turns Gabby to her back for a pinning attempt.
ONE…
TWO…
THRRNO!
Gabby kicks out, saving her title for the moment, though she hardly looks in shape to resist anything Ingrid has in mind.
Ingrid takes a quick glance at the zebra, the tanned and glistening blonde raising her eyebrows but getting only two fingers raised in response.
With Mendoza on her side, dark eyes glassy, Ingrid pushes to her feet and shoves the champ to her back with a boot. The blonde raises her right arm high, drawing a loud reaction from the FAWNatics, the crowd poised to welcome a new lightweight champ to the fold.
Ingrid doesn’t hesitate. Lifting off, the Bikini Teamer leaps into a front flip next to the splayed Texan. Her abbreviated but sinewy stems CRASH down across throat and chest, Halstrom NAILING the titleholder with a Flipping Leg Drop.
The Barely Legal brunette spasms and gasps, hands reaching for her throat. But while the official skids down to the canvas for a count, Ingrid passes on the opportunity, instead back somersaulting off her foe and handstanding her way to vertical.
With the crowd roaring, an adrenaline-fueled Ingrid motions for Gabby to get her ass up and the Babyfaced Killer follows suit, slowly but surely making her way to her boot soles on rubbery legs. As a bewildered champ turns to find the Swede, she’s gutted by a toe kick to the tummy.
Ingrid tosses a limp arm of the champ over her shoulders. She stuffs her left hand into Mendoza’s midriff and uses the right to help launch the Terrible Texan up and over her shoulders in a makeshift suplex that suddenly becomes a brutal Runebuster, the stunner rocking Gabby back on her heels before Mendoza flops to her back in a dazed starfish.
<B> Runebuster </B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a9UXATiv_UE )
The FAWNatics feel it and Halstrom does as well. She scurries from her seated position after the impact to a crossbody pin of the blasted Latina for…
ONE…
TWO…
THREENOOO!
With the ref’s palm no more than an inch off the deck, Gabby shoves a shoulder off the mat, the assembled groaning in deep disappointment, even Ingrid with an incredulous look for a moment. But it quickly fades and the blonde starts to tug what’s left of Gabby off the canvas.
Keeping the babyfaced brunette bent at the waist, Ingrid tugs the champ’s head between her thighs and wraps her arms around the gulping tawny tummy of the Texan, ready to launch the brat up and end her reign with the Valkyrie.
<B>Valkyrie</B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-xeX82Af1CI )
But before the launch takes place, Mendoza wraps her arms around Ingrid’s glossy thighs and launches the challenger up and over with a back body drop, Halstrom landing on her tailbone. Ingrid butt-hops toward a corner, the shockwave moving up and down her spine prompting the unusual display, her face twisted in anguish.
The exhausted Gabby, having dropped to one knee, glances over her shoulder at the Swede’s condition and the pain in the baby blues of her foe pushes the champ to vertical, a pink bubble emerging from Mendoza’s lips a sure sign she’s in stalking mode.
The ensuing limp and stumble from the Texan doesn’t make her approach very awe-inspiring, but Gabby manages to sink her nails into the blonde’s scalp and follows with a three-spot of knees to the back of the seated Ingrid’s skull.
Her senses duly dulled, the challenger is tugged to her feet and turned toward the Texan. However, as she is, Ingrid springs to life and swings a scythe-like clothesline at Mendoza.
Gabby counters the effort, using the Bikini Teamer’s body to flip up and around the tanned frame of the Swede. Floating over her foe, Gabby instantly SPIKES Ingrid’s skull into the canvas with a vicious DDT.
<B> Float over DDT </B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Jp7MNnyweI )
It seems for the world if Mendoza would throw her body atop the demolished Halstrom the belt would receive a successful defense. But instead Gabby crawls to the splayed Ingrid, going ‘69’ with the blasted blonde. Slipping her thighs around the temples of the Bikini Teamer, the Babyfaced Killer secures her signature reverse headscissors. Locking her ankles and flexing her thighs, she quickly has the face of the Swede turning rosy from the intense pressure.
Mendoza chews her wad violently, shouting at the ref to ask if Halstrom wants to submit between lipsmacks. Moving the gum between clenched teeth, Mendoza pulls half of the pink wad out between a thumb and forefinger. While still trying to crack Ingrid’s cranium like a nut with her scissors, a guilty grin emerges on the champ’s lips and Gabby slips the pink goo under Ingrid’s bikini bottoms, smushing and rubbing it into her foe’s privates.
The crowd, perhaps feigning its disgust, boos the brat loudly at her personal disposal of the sugary resin. Pain and humiliation applied, Gabby releases her scissors and hops to her feet, sweat-soaked but looking positively refreshed. At her feet, the sprawled Ingrid’s flushed face makes it appear she’s gone through a war…and lost.
As Gabby takes a victory lap, garnering every jeer she can wring out of the furious FAWNatics, the stubborn Swede slowly makes it up to wobbly feet, just in time for Gabby’s return and Mendoza seeks to make it a triumphant one.
The Terrible Texan leaps at the harried Halstrom, her knees tucking into Ingrid’s jaw, her hands wrapping around the back of the Bikini Teamer’s noggin and Gabby RIPS Ingrid off her feet, Bursting the challenger’s Bubble with her devastating finisher.
<B> Bursting Your Bubble</B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9mbVFgTFdFg )
Ingrid EATS every bit of the destructive delight, her head snapping back from the impact and dragging her limp body along for the ride.
The drained and depressed crowd watch as Ingrid ends in a full spreadeagle, unmoving.
Gabby relaxes with a loud sigh and moves to her challenger, genuflecting atop the considerable cleavage of the Swede for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Mendoza raises her arms high and wide at the third slap of the mat, knowing she’s defended her belt against a top challenger and come out on top all on her lonesome. Gabby wipes some sweat off her brow and flicks it at the remains of the blonde. She rises, calling for her belt.
A FAWN flunky hands it to the ref who delivers post-haste to the Babyfaced Killer, Mendoza living up to her moniker in murdering Ingrid’s title hopes.
Gabby raises the gold high and uses a few boot stomps to roll the failed challenger out of the ring. After making the ring her won, Mendoza turns to the hard camera.
“You’ll have to do better, ladies. Despite what dear Lily and the rest of the little losers think, I ain’t no fluke. Barely Legal for Life!”
Gabby straps on her belt and climbs a corner, stuffing the gold in the faces of the FAWNatics and beaming brightly. She spits outs what’s left of her wad and bats it into the crowd.
“Fight for the souvenir you losers,” she chuckles, “while I outshine the so-called lightweight legends of this sport.”