Post by bigfan on Jan 10, 2017 1:27:54 GMT
Having beaten back the Church and their flaxen-haired Inquisitor, Tiffany Mayes, Domi Daly had maintained her integrity and whatever remained of her lightweight cache.
Somehow, in this land of the New Era, she’d managed to roll a seven and is lined up for a breakthrough Bethany no doubt believes will instead be a way to push her sub-125 champ even higher, giving the bubble-blowing brat a chance to rout someone who’s never reached her potential but who’s still a ‘name’.
Frankly, as Daly hops in place, burning some nervous energy, she doesn’t care how the tumblers fell into place. She has her chance and Barely Legal is going to be Barely Conscious by the third slap of the canvas.
The exotic little former gymnast touches her toes, showing off her still perfect bubble-butt, ready for her music to hit. Adrenaline flowing, Daly shadow boxes then grasps the edges of the curtain, ready to enter the field of battle once more when Lady Gaga’s ‘Applause’ crashes through the arena.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pco91kroVgQ )
The FAWNatics respond with a roar, excited for the Mighty Mite. The love echoes throughout the bowl, a reaction unthinkable at one time. But the fans have long since bought into the Mite’s new attitude, whether or not it’s from a place of respect and honor or from Dominique’s need for their applause.
The leader of the Domi-Nation appears with the first verse, the tawny little hardbody decked out in a gleaming white leotard dusted with tiny stars in red, white and blue. Strategic rips reveal several swatches of Daly’s trim midriff, her chiseled tummy matching the perfectly-sculptured shoulders, arms and thighs. The look is complete with matching white tape on her wrists and ankles and chalk powder on her palms and the soles of her bare feet.
Daly dips her head and raises her hands to clap along with the chorus.
I live for the applause, applause, applause
I live for the applause-plause
Live for the applause-plause
Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me
The applause, applause, applause
Daly throws her head back, cups her hands around her mouth and shouts “HIT IT!”
The lights turn strobe, flickering on and off so fast that even the most attentive fans couldn’t follow all of the effortlessly intricate series of tumbles, handsprings, flips and cartwheels that take the exotic brunette down the ramp. Tracking her is made all the more difficult by the thunderous trail of red and blue pyro that accompany her journey from one end of the aisle to the other.
When the lights regain their equilibrium Daly is on the top turnbuckle. Spine tingling with the electricity of a thousand awed voices, Dominique throws her hands overhead in a ‘V’, then takes their breath away again by launching into the sky for a spiraling descent planting her in the center of the ring as the ring announcer initiates his introduction.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit and is for the FAWN Lightweight championship. Hailing from Portland, Oregon, she stands five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twelve pounds. She is the ORIGINAL Mighty Mite…and is now simply mitey awesome DOMINIQUE DALY!”
DOMINIQUE DALY:
The crowd agrees with the announcement and roars as Domi “walks” in a handstand to her corner, flips to her feet flawlessly, and settles into an expectant crouch for the arrival of the Texas Terror and current titleholder.
With the FAWNatics in a frenzy over everyone’s favorite little Church of Eternal Midnight atheist and lightweight challenger claiming the squared circle, 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 jeering in.
“Being accompanied to the ring by her BFF, Rose Evans 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:
ROSE EVANS:
The cascade of boos increases as two lovely, young less-than-ladies emerge from backstage—with a notable emphasis on YOUNG. Evans and Mendoza stroll to the ring, Gabby leading the way with a dour Rose—the shorter and fairer skinned of the two—trailing. Evans’ eyes never register the presence of the crowd or waver from her tag team partner’s back. Gabby seems more aware of her surroundings but even less impressed with the fans around ringside. If she’s scowling, the effect is diluted by the periodic pink bubbles blossoming from between Mendoza’s 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 gaudy golden belt 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 Mite, 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 Domi as she works the gum between a widening smile. Mendoza passes her belt to the official, who shows it off to a focused Dominique then holds it aloft before transferring it to a ringside staffer.
Evans leans against the ropes as Gabby steps out a bit from her corner still eyeing the former gymnast in the opposite corner as the ref pats Daly down. Gabby blows an exceptionally large bubble as the official crosses the ring. She raises her hands for the pre-match check with a scowl.
The official casts a glance over the Babyfaced Killer to the slender sinewy redhead.
“Please behave yourself, Rose.”
Evans, looking bored, sighs.
“What would I do? Besides, for a gymnast, Domi’s a dinosaur and she’s ready for extinction.”
Evans moves through the ropes and drops to the floor, taking her station in her bestie’s corner.
Mendoza pulls the gum out of her mouth and tosses it to Rose who inserts it between her lips and starts to chew. She pulls a new piece of Bubble Yum from somewhere and flings it to Gabby who pops the pink wad between her lips.
“So,” Mendoza says between chomps, “let’s get this cranky old has-been out of the way.”
The official calls for the bell and we’re off.
Daly waits a moment, her dark eyes locked on the youngster. Gabby blows another large bubble and sucks it back in before Domi leaves her corner. The crowd starts to clap in anticipation of the action. Domi extends her arm and flexes her fingers urging more of the fans to join in as she takes a few slow steps out of her corner. With the lightning speed of her gymnastics training Daly, shoots in, picking the champ’s ankle.
Gabby squeals hopping and stumbling backwards barely keeping Domi from pulling her leg up off the canvas. Medoza retreats all the way to her corner and leans against the turnbuckles as she points at Domi and addresses the referee.
“Keep her back!”
Domi smirks as she releases and moves back, waiting for the Babyfaced Killer to decide to rejoin her at mid-ring.
Rose pats Gabby’s calf, “It’s ok Gabs, she’s old and crusty.”
The barefoot Mighty Mite looks at the referee, “You going to let her hide there all night?”
Agreeing with the veteran, the official orders Gabby back into the ring. The brunette slowly obeys. Domi drops her hips, hands on her knees ready to strike again. Gabby works the gum as fast as her mind, working to come up with an attack plan to use against the speedy gymnast. The champ starts in arms raised and Daly does likewise, but as they begin to tie up Mendoza jabs a finger into Daly’s eye socket. Domi wails, hands covering the wounded eye ball as she turns and blindly heads away from her opponent.
Gabby starts after Domi, but the referee steps in warning her to stay off the eyes. The Babyfaced Killer insists it was accidental. From the corner, Rose supports the accident story, but the ref and FAWNatics are not swayed. However, after issuing the warning, he can’t stop Mendoza from following up. Coming up from Domi’s blind side, she throws an uppercut into Daly’s ribs.
Dominique gasps and turns away, giving her back to the Bubblegum Brawler. Gabby wraps her right arm around Daly’s waist, hooking her left behind her foe’s leg. She lifts the Mighty Mite up as she falls backwards. Domi’s legs kick, but she can’t stop from being dropped on her head and shoulders with the belly-to-back suplex.
Domi hits the thinly padded plywood and flops over to her stomach. Gabby rolls through her fall, quickly up on to one knee with arms extended showing off her greatness, but only Rose and a few FAWNatics applaud her. Mendoza grabs an arm and Domi’s ponytail to bring her back to her feet. Before Daly is fully upright, Gabby whips her towards the ropes. Dominique hits the cables, her left eye still looking red and watery, heading right back towards the waiting Gabby.
The Babyfaced Killer reaches out for the challenger, but Domi grabs the champ first and flips around a startled Gabby. Before the Barely Legal champ can react, Daly hooks her own arm under Mendoza’s and hiptosses the youngster. Gabby lands butt first, pain shooting up from her the base of her spine. She groans and reaches back to rub the pain from her tingling tailbone. Domi gives her eye a quick wipe and sees Gabby sitting right in front of her. Not one to pass up any advantage, Daly snaps off a half dozen quick kicks across the champ’s back.
Gabby, sitting on the canvas, has her arms, back and chest thrust forward as the pain freezes her for a moment. Dominique resets her feet and this time kicks the seated brunette in the back of the head. Bubble gum goes flying across the ring as Gabby’s face bounces off the canvas before her body springs back, leaving her spreadeagled on the mat.
Domi falls down across Gabby and hooks a leg. In a case of bad timing, the referee had gone to pick up the wad of Bubble Yum and toss it out of the ring. The momentary delay gives Mendoza an extra second or two before the first count.
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
Gabby rolls to her side after kicking out and rubs the back of her head. Domi again takes what’s offered. She straddles the champ and locks an armbar on the limb tending to Gabby’s skull. The Mighty Mite uses her free hand to clear her eye one more time before pulling the champ up by her trapped limb.
Gabby tries to pull free from the smaller woman, but Domi hangs on like a puppy with a chew toy. That is, until she arm drags the Millennial, sending Gabby flying. She hits the canvas and skids across the rough surface.
Rose, not far away from where Gabby stops, grabs her partner’s leg which is outside the ring and pulls her to safety. Domi snorts, but this time the referee is on top of things. Still, all he can do is warn Rose and start a count on the champ. Rose rubs Gabby’s back and produces a new piece of Bubble Yum, pushes it between Gabby’s pink lips and helps her start to chew, moving the Texan’s jaw for her.
A moment later, Gabby is chewing on her own. She gives Rose another Eskimo kiss before turning back to the ring. Domi stands in the center of the squared circle waiting, so Mendoza carefully slides in, quickly hopping to her feet.
“Not bad for a senior citizen,” Mendoza snarks between chomps of her chew.
She starts to dance to her left and Daly joins her in a slowly decreasing circle until the twosome hook up in a collar-and-elbow. It seems an unusual choice for the smaller Daly until she shifts her grip to a wrist and tries to arm drag the champ to the mat again.
This time Gabby remains planted with a smirk, then tugging a leaning Daly back up and into a tight front bearhug instead. Mendoza squeezes the stuffing from the former gymnast, drawing a grunt and a gasp.
Going all ‘Wendy Smith’ on the Mite, Gabby sends Domi flying with a belly-to-belly and Dominique SLAMS down on the canvas, landing on her spine. Daly’s back arches in pain, the Portland native grasping at her lower spine with a grimace firmly planted on her Pac Rim features.
Mendoza kips to her feet, showing her own gymnastic ability. She blows an enormous bubble toward her redheaded partner, giving a wink at her bestie. The Terrible Texan turns and strides to a still aching Daly and sinks her ruby-tipped nails into Domi’s scalp.
She tugs Daly to her feet, the Mite yelping and the ref complaining simultaneously. Neither noise seems to worry the Babyfaced Killer, who once she has Daly to her feet, takes off for the cables behind her. Gabby hits the strands and rebounds at full speed.
It’s a flip of roles as Daly awaits and lifts Gabby to deliver the counter but Mendoza’s legs clamp tight around the head of her fellow brunette and the champ sends Dominique flipping through the air to an inelegant landing with a tilt-a-whirl head scissors. Daly hits the canvas hard and skids to a stop in a corner.
Tilt-a-whirl head scissors (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kUdLQq5GJkk )
To her credit, Domi quickly rises but leans heavily against the buckles, dazed. Not even taking time for a trademark pink ‘popper’, Gabby speeds toward the Mighty Mite and leaps at the last moment. She splashes in a Barely Legal avalanche atop the former gymnast, Domi crushed under the rampaging champion.
A smirking Mendoza steps aside and shoves a demolished Daly past, the Mite staggering a few feet before collapsing in a spandex-clad spreadeagle.
Instantly, Gabby is climbing the corner, popping her wad loudly as she reaches the pinnacle and turns to face Daly. Measuring her challenger, the raven-haired brat leaps into the Orlando night, not nearly as high as Daly would, but the Texan has time to close into a tuck and explode out for a frog splash aimed at the shreds in the spandex about Domi’s chiseled tummy.
Don’t mess with Texas may be a thing, but for a moment you don’t mess with Dominique Daly either as the Mighty Mite pulls up her knees and GUTS the Babyfaced Killer, driving her bony caps into the golden belly of the champion.
A bugeyed, groaning Mendoza rolls away from the impaling impact. She ends on her side, hugging her tummy, seemingly reaching out for a tag with Rose. Evans moves along the outside to get as close as she can to her partner, reaching to make contact and pull Gabby out once more. But Domi’s up and kicks Rose’s hand out of reach.
Evans pulls the throbbing hand close, cursing a blue streak, the Smartest Girl in the Room feeling some of the challenger’s ire. Daly has more for Mendoza. She tugs a wobbly Gabby to her feet, clamping on a front facelock. The Mite then leaps HIGH into the air and absolutely PLANTS the crown of Mendoza’s skull into the canvas with a devastating Implant DDT.
Implant DDT (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5AUqZBEoQRg )
As a boneless Gabby somersaults to her back, ending in a wide starfish, the crowd is buzzing, sensing a real opportunity, as does Rose who leaps to the apron, drawing the attention of both Daly and the ref.
As the man in stripes lectures Evans, Rose badmouths the challenger over his shoulder. Domi won’t have it, She shouts at the official to clear out and the man knows how to take a cue as he misses gets clocked by a few inches when Domi launches into a dropkick that catches the redhead clean. Rose goes sailing off the edge of the ring and clatters into the steel barricade, ending in a puddle next to the metal.
The former gymnast takes her turn kipping up, receiving the applause she loves so much. She races to a stirring Gabby who is just starting to rise and deliver a front flip legdrop to the throat and chest of the champion.
Gabby spasms and falls flat to the canvas, returned to a dilapidated state. Instead of going for the pin, Daly rises and races to the nearest buckles. She climbs, turns and launches in one smooth motion. Off to the stratosphere the Mite flies, tucking and untucking, her limbs spreading more like a flying squirrel than a frog. Either way, she SPLASHES across the golden-skinned tummy of Mendoza who jackknifes violently around the dimpled, delighted Domi.
Mendoza, whose gum pops free from between her lips, such was the impact of the splash, is pulled into a tight cradle by Daly who collects the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Gabby kicks out of the pin in the nick of time, ending on her side, gasping for breath. She finds her pink wad and stuffs it back in her mouth. Outside, a semi-recovered Rose is the only one to give the Terrible Texan a hand.
“That is how you do a frog splash,” Daly remarks to Evans.
“And how you can’t keep a ‘Killer’ down,” Gabby coughs with an interruption, turning Domi’s grin to a surly frown.
“Let’s see what we can do about that,” Daly replies.
Dominique, on a knee, rises without so much as laying a hand on the reeling Mendoza. She recedes to a neutral corner and waits patiently, revving up the crowd with a rhythmic clap that’s full bore by the time a war-weary Bubble Burster gets to her feet, Gabby sagging.
It takes but an instant for Domi to go from zero to sixty as she races at the raven-haired grappler. At warp speed, a charging Daly passes on what initially appears to be a spear. Instead she flies over the right shoulder of the champ, grabbing Gabby’s head as she flips by. Domi RIPS Mendoza off her feet and SPIKES Gabby to the canvas with a sick neckbreaker.
Flipping Neckbreaker (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5AUqZBEoQRg )
The lifeless Texan lies face down as a somewhat stunned Domi quickly recovers her wits, moves to Daly, and shoves her foe to her back, Gabby spreading like butter on toast beneath Domi for…
ONE…
TWO…
And Mendoza’s shoulders stay down for THREE!
But there’s no third slap of the canvas. A shocked Domi turns to find and complain bitterly to the ref, but he’s been dragged out of the ring by a tug from the ‘Smartest Girl’ who’s lived up to her moniker well enough to save Gabby’s title reign for the moment.
The referee is clearly upset, pointing a finger at Rose, quivering. The man then gives a signal and shouts “You’re Outta Here!”
The FAWNatics cheer and many wave good bye to Evans. The referee yells again, “Get going Rose, or I’ll DQ Gabby!”
Evans shakes her head ‘no’ and starts to explain herself, but the official isn’t having any of it. Daly walks over to the ropes near the altercation and yells at the referee, “Get back in here.”
Behind all the action, Mendoza rolls over and looks around wondering where everyone went. Finally she looks over her shoulder and sees what’s going on. Rose saving her has seemed to cost her standing at ringside, but the distraction gives her an opening. The Babyfaced Killer comes up from behind the Mighty Mite and drops to one knee before swinging her forearm up between the gymnast’s gams.
The low blow drops Domi to her knees instantly as she wedges one hand between her thighs. The other holds the middle strand as her face is pinched with pain.
Outside the ring, Rose sees Gabby has taken control back, so she raises her hands and starts to leave. Mendoza grabs the other brunette’s ponytail dragging Domi back up on to rubbery legs. The champ turns Daly around, tucking her noggin under her right arm. Gabby blows a bubble then Mendoza waits for the bubble to pop before dropping straight down, driving Domi’s skull into the thinly padded boards with a crushing DDT.
Domi’s little body flops over leaving her a dazed starfish on the mat. The referee re-enters the ring as Gabby pops to her feet and heads to the ropes to Domi’s left. The official has to move quickly to get out of the returning Babyfaced Killer’s way.
Gabby leaps into the air and gravity takes care of the rest as she splashes down across Daly’s tummy. The former gymnast jackknifes around the intruding Barely Legal brawler. The champ slides up the challenger’s chest and pulls up the far leg, hoping to end things now.
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Domi’s entire body spasms as she kicks out. Gabby looks at the ref demanding she got the three count, but he shakes his head and holds up two fingers. Daly, lying on her side, coughs as she tries to get oxygen back into her lungs.
Gabby chomps away at her gum,. She grabs Domi’s ponytail again and pulls her up taunting, “Get your ass up AARP.”
Mendoza backs Domi into the ropes and whips her across the ring. Domi staggers out of the gates but gets her feet under her and makes it to the opposite ropes. Gabby, running at the challenger, raises her arm as the Mighty Mite changes directions and out of instinct ducks the extended limb.
Dominique picks up more speed as she heads back to the ropes she started from. After Gabby’s missed clothesline, she spins around so she can follow after the Mighty Mite.
The Bubble Gum Brawler gives chase, but comes to a complete stop as she sees Domi leap onto the middle strand and springboard toward her. The Mighty Mite, driven by powerful gymnast legs, is able to reach a shocked Gabby and catches her by the noggin. Using her momentum, Daly swings around and drives Gabby into the canvas head first with the Springboard DDT.
SPRINGBOARD DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0B44hg9g6bE
Now the Barely Legal Babe is the one left spread-eagled on the mat as the crowd marks out for the Mighty Mite. Domi pops to her feet. Passing up the cover, she hops over the top of Gabby, heading to the ropes again, and again jumps onto the middle strand.
This time though Domi arcs into a backflip and crashes down across Gabby’s tummy. The Babyface Killer’s legs and head lift off the canvas and drop back down. Domi bounces off and winces, holding her abs that are pushed to their limits. Mendoza rolls to her side holding her gut as well.
Domi recovers after an instant and turns, crawling over to her foe. She pulls Gabby to her back looking to claim the FAWN Lightweight Title.
ONE…
TWO…
THRKICKOUT!
The FAWNatics can’t believe it, and Domi looks dejected as she sits on the canvas next to Mendoza, head in hands.
So close to the title for which she’d always yearned, Domi is denied by the Bubble Gum Battler for the time being. Shaking off the letdown as fast she’s able, Daly pops to her feet, tugging Mendoza up along with her by a wrist and shoulder. The Mite draws the flagging Gabby deep into the ropes and rebounds with an Irish whip, sending Mendoza off for the ride.
As the champ returns toward her, Domi is shot out of a cannon and meets Mendoza at center stage with a spinning leg lariat that nearly removes Gabby’s head from her shoulders. The back of the champ’s skull CLUNKS against the deck, her limbs spreading in the direction of all four corners.
Domi hovers over the waylaid Mendoza and leaps into a set of splits. Daly’s front leg drops across the throat of the champion in her distinct version of a leg drop. Domi remains atop, right leg draped for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Again Gabby survives, pushing Daly’s stem off and rolling to her side.
The former gymnast is quicker to react after this nearfall. Moving to her foe, she slides her muscular if abbreviated left leg beneath Gabby’s midriff and quickly brings the right down across the top side of Gabby’s abdomen. Securing a tight body scissors, Daly gritting her perfect pearlies as she flexes, Domi reaches forward and crosses her arms in front of the face of the wincing, mewling champion. Daly clamps on a crossface grip, managing to place her signature Pummel Horse submission in place.
Domi wrenches with her arms and cinches with her legs. “Ask her,” she shouts. “ASK HER!”
There’s a hint of desperation in Daly’s barking and when Gabby weakly bleats a ‘no’ in response, Daly energetically increases the effort at both attack points.
Before the official queries once more, Mendoza manages to roll off her side, placing the scissoring Domi on her back, Gabby likewise. But while Mendoza’s back is on the challenger, Domi’s is on the canvas along with her shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
And Daly releases her Pummel Horse to clear herself out from under Mendoza. Domi scrambles to her feet and stomps the Babyfaced Killer in frustration.
Showing their belief, the crowd starts a rhythmic clap and the applause seems to work Dominique free of her irritation.
Inspired, the challenger heads for the nearest set of buckles and swiftly climbs to the top. She looks out on the roaring crowd for a moment, raising her arms high in preparation for launch, the moonsault to her ‘Sticking the Dismount’ finisher a moment away.
But as ignition is ready to be flipped, the Terrible and apparently tenacious Texan is able to push to her feet and stagger to the ropes next to Daly. She hits the strands and disrupts Daly’s stance enough for Domi to lose her balance.
The Mite is made less mighty when she drops and lands in a brutal crotch-first landing on the wire that holds corner to post. Domi’s face is etched in agony, her jaw dropping open, hands at her privates as she tries to extricate herself.
Gabby quickly moves to her challenger, sweeping a backhand grip across Daly’s throat, pulling her back and then lighting her up with forearm shots across her foe’s chest with her right arm.
While the ref calls for Mendoza to get out of the corner, Gabby selectively listens to his ‘advice’. The champ backs away a couple steps, but with her left arm remaining tightly wrapped. She’s pulled Domi’s crotch free of its debilitating position but only so far that Daly’s ankles lie on the top turnbuckle. From there, Gabby throws her body backwards and PLANTS the back of Domi’s skull into the canvas like a lawn dart with an inverted DDT.
The crowd groans in sympathy at impact, a tremor ripping through Daly’s body soon after.
Gabby rises quickly, grabbing the former gymnast’s wrists, and tugs Domi to the middle, diving on top for a crossbody pin for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
It’s the challenger’s turn to send her foe into disbelief, Gabby’s celebratory bubble bursting as she’s shocked by the escape, Daly left on her side groaning.
Mendoza slides her body in front of and under the dazed Daly so when Domi is rolled the rest of the way to her chest, the Mite’s chin drops softly into Gabby’s lap. Instantly, Mendoza’s legs snake around the head of the challenger and tighten in a reverse headscissors.
Upping the pressure, Gabby rises on her palms and flexes her sinewy thighs as much as she’s able. Dominique’s face grows rosier by the second as she shoves ineffectually on the underside of Mendoza’s thighs, Gabby’s palms keeping her from being rolled onto her shoulders.
Champ and challenger lock eyes, Gabby’s dark pools flickering delight as the almond-shaped peepers of Daly show anxiety if not outright fear. They flutter slightly but spring open in unison with Domi getting her knees under her.
Using her remaining adrenaline, Daly works to her bare feet and scoops her arms under Mendoza’s raised backside, lifting a bewildered Gabby off the deck. But before the Mite can get the champ more than a couple feet off the deck, her powerful legs give out.
The drop for Gabby onto her back is far enough to draw a grunt and a loosening of her scissors, but it doesn’t seem to cause any substantial harm as Mendoza releases what remains of her scissors and scrambles up, hovering over a redfaced and reeling Domi.
Gabby blows and pops a huge pink bubble as she sidles into Domi’s six o’clock, motioning for Daly to reach her feet. The crowd knows what’s coming and screams at the challenger in warning as Daly pushes wearily up.
The former gymnast is nearly out on her feet and the sound can’t seem to break through her daze. Gabby surges to her turning foe and leaps into a tuck that presses tightly to Domi, kneecaps to chin. She tugs Daly down with her and BLOWS UP Dominque with a Bursting Your Bubble.
Bursting Your Bubble (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9mbVFgTFdFg )
Daly flops to a wide starfish, unmoving. Gabby leisurely crawls to her demolished challenger. She plops atop Daly in a modified crossbody pin, tummy to tummy, Gabby propping her chin in the cradle created by pressing the heels of her palms together.
The ‘Barely’ Legal’ champ blows a big pink sphere as she winks to the crowd and accepts the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Domi snoozes through the count, nary a twitch from the blasted brunette.
Gabby sticks a pinkie into her bubble, popping it. She spits out the remaining wad and opens one of the lower-placed tears in Domi’s spandex, reaches a hand in. Sending it lower, noticeably between her foe’s thighs, the victor stamps the chewed goo into Daly’s privates and rubs it in, literally.
Domi coos back to life, but is in no state to stop Mendoza from leaving her calling card. Gabby pulls her hand free of Domi’s stretched spandex and rises, placing a boot on Daly’s crotch and grinding the gum in to the Mite’s increasing awareness and dismay.
Only when the announcer makes things official does Gabby become distracted enough to leave Daly to her humiliating task of recovery and plucking.
“Your winner…by pinfall…and STILL Lightweight Champion…GABBY MENDOZA!”
The Terrible Texan races to a corner and climbs, celebrating with arms high and wide to the sounds of hateful jeering.
She beams in response to the crowd’s disappointment and dismay. They deserved what they got, as did Domi, as would anyone else stupid enough to think they could blow up her bubbling career.
Somehow, in this land of the New Era, she’d managed to roll a seven and is lined up for a breakthrough Bethany no doubt believes will instead be a way to push her sub-125 champ even higher, giving the bubble-blowing brat a chance to rout someone who’s never reached her potential but who’s still a ‘name’.
Frankly, as Daly hops in place, burning some nervous energy, she doesn’t care how the tumblers fell into place. She has her chance and Barely Legal is going to be Barely Conscious by the third slap of the canvas.
The exotic little former gymnast touches her toes, showing off her still perfect bubble-butt, ready for her music to hit. Adrenaline flowing, Daly shadow boxes then grasps the edges of the curtain, ready to enter the field of battle once more when Lady Gaga’s ‘Applause’ crashes through the arena.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pco91kroVgQ )
The FAWNatics respond with a roar, excited for the Mighty Mite. The love echoes throughout the bowl, a reaction unthinkable at one time. But the fans have long since bought into the Mite’s new attitude, whether or not it’s from a place of respect and honor or from Dominique’s need for their applause.
The leader of the Domi-Nation appears with the first verse, the tawny little hardbody decked out in a gleaming white leotard dusted with tiny stars in red, white and blue. Strategic rips reveal several swatches of Daly’s trim midriff, her chiseled tummy matching the perfectly-sculptured shoulders, arms and thighs. The look is complete with matching white tape on her wrists and ankles and chalk powder on her palms and the soles of her bare feet.
Daly dips her head and raises her hands to clap along with the chorus.
I live for the applause, applause, applause
I live for the applause-plause
Live for the applause-plause
Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me
The applause, applause, applause
Daly throws her head back, cups her hands around her mouth and shouts “HIT IT!”
The lights turn strobe, flickering on and off so fast that even the most attentive fans couldn’t follow all of the effortlessly intricate series of tumbles, handsprings, flips and cartwheels that take the exotic brunette down the ramp. Tracking her is made all the more difficult by the thunderous trail of red and blue pyro that accompany her journey from one end of the aisle to the other.
When the lights regain their equilibrium Daly is on the top turnbuckle. Spine tingling with the electricity of a thousand awed voices, Dominique throws her hands overhead in a ‘V’, then takes their breath away again by launching into the sky for a spiraling descent planting her in the center of the ring as the ring announcer initiates his introduction.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit and is for the FAWN Lightweight championship. Hailing from Portland, Oregon, she stands five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twelve pounds. She is the ORIGINAL Mighty Mite…and is now simply mitey awesome DOMINIQUE DALY!”
DOMINIQUE DALY:
The crowd agrees with the announcement and roars as Domi “walks” in a handstand to her corner, flips to her feet flawlessly, and settles into an expectant crouch for the arrival of the Texas Terror and current titleholder.
With the FAWNatics in a frenzy over everyone’s favorite little Church of Eternal Midnight atheist and lightweight challenger claiming the squared circle, 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 jeering in.
“Being accompanied to the ring by her BFF, Rose Evans 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:
ROSE EVANS:
The cascade of boos increases as two lovely, young less-than-ladies emerge from backstage—with a notable emphasis on YOUNG. Evans and Mendoza stroll to the ring, Gabby leading the way with a dour Rose—the shorter and fairer skinned of the two—trailing. Evans’ eyes never register the presence of the crowd or waver from her tag team partner’s back. Gabby seems more aware of her surroundings but even less impressed with the fans around ringside. If she’s scowling, the effect is diluted by the periodic pink bubbles blossoming from between Mendoza’s 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 gaudy golden belt 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 Mite, 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 Domi as she works the gum between a widening smile. Mendoza passes her belt to the official, who shows it off to a focused Dominique then holds it aloft before transferring it to a ringside staffer.
Evans leans against the ropes as Gabby steps out a bit from her corner still eyeing the former gymnast in the opposite corner as the ref pats Daly down. Gabby blows an exceptionally large bubble as the official crosses the ring. She raises her hands for the pre-match check with a scowl.
The official casts a glance over the Babyfaced Killer to the slender sinewy redhead.
“Please behave yourself, Rose.”
Evans, looking bored, sighs.
“What would I do? Besides, for a gymnast, Domi’s a dinosaur and she’s ready for extinction.”
Evans moves through the ropes and drops to the floor, taking her station in her bestie’s corner.
Mendoza pulls the gum out of her mouth and tosses it to Rose who inserts it between her lips and starts to chew. She pulls a new piece of Bubble Yum from somewhere and flings it to Gabby who pops the pink wad between her lips.
“So,” Mendoza says between chomps, “let’s get this cranky old has-been out of the way.”
The official calls for the bell and we’re off.
Daly waits a moment, her dark eyes locked on the youngster. Gabby blows another large bubble and sucks it back in before Domi leaves her corner. The crowd starts to clap in anticipation of the action. Domi extends her arm and flexes her fingers urging more of the fans to join in as she takes a few slow steps out of her corner. With the lightning speed of her gymnastics training Daly, shoots in, picking the champ’s ankle.
Gabby squeals hopping and stumbling backwards barely keeping Domi from pulling her leg up off the canvas. Medoza retreats all the way to her corner and leans against the turnbuckles as she points at Domi and addresses the referee.
“Keep her back!”
Domi smirks as she releases and moves back, waiting for the Babyfaced Killer to decide to rejoin her at mid-ring.
Rose pats Gabby’s calf, “It’s ok Gabs, she’s old and crusty.”
The barefoot Mighty Mite looks at the referee, “You going to let her hide there all night?”
Agreeing with the veteran, the official orders Gabby back into the ring. The brunette slowly obeys. Domi drops her hips, hands on her knees ready to strike again. Gabby works the gum as fast as her mind, working to come up with an attack plan to use against the speedy gymnast. The champ starts in arms raised and Daly does likewise, but as they begin to tie up Mendoza jabs a finger into Daly’s eye socket. Domi wails, hands covering the wounded eye ball as she turns and blindly heads away from her opponent.
Gabby starts after Domi, but the referee steps in warning her to stay off the eyes. The Babyfaced Killer insists it was accidental. From the corner, Rose supports the accident story, but the ref and FAWNatics are not swayed. However, after issuing the warning, he can’t stop Mendoza from following up. Coming up from Domi’s blind side, she throws an uppercut into Daly’s ribs.
Dominique gasps and turns away, giving her back to the Bubblegum Brawler. Gabby wraps her right arm around Daly’s waist, hooking her left behind her foe’s leg. She lifts the Mighty Mite up as she falls backwards. Domi’s legs kick, but she can’t stop from being dropped on her head and shoulders with the belly-to-back suplex.
Domi hits the thinly padded plywood and flops over to her stomach. Gabby rolls through her fall, quickly up on to one knee with arms extended showing off her greatness, but only Rose and a few FAWNatics applaud her. Mendoza grabs an arm and Domi’s ponytail to bring her back to her feet. Before Daly is fully upright, Gabby whips her towards the ropes. Dominique hits the cables, her left eye still looking red and watery, heading right back towards the waiting Gabby.
The Babyfaced Killer reaches out for the challenger, but Domi grabs the champ first and flips around a startled Gabby. Before the Barely Legal champ can react, Daly hooks her own arm under Mendoza’s and hiptosses the youngster. Gabby lands butt first, pain shooting up from her the base of her spine. She groans and reaches back to rub the pain from her tingling tailbone. Domi gives her eye a quick wipe and sees Gabby sitting right in front of her. Not one to pass up any advantage, Daly snaps off a half dozen quick kicks across the champ’s back.
Gabby, sitting on the canvas, has her arms, back and chest thrust forward as the pain freezes her for a moment. Dominique resets her feet and this time kicks the seated brunette in the back of the head. Bubble gum goes flying across the ring as Gabby’s face bounces off the canvas before her body springs back, leaving her spreadeagled on the mat.
Domi falls down across Gabby and hooks a leg. In a case of bad timing, the referee had gone to pick up the wad of Bubble Yum and toss it out of the ring. The momentary delay gives Mendoza an extra second or two before the first count.
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
Gabby rolls to her side after kicking out and rubs the back of her head. Domi again takes what’s offered. She straddles the champ and locks an armbar on the limb tending to Gabby’s skull. The Mighty Mite uses her free hand to clear her eye one more time before pulling the champ up by her trapped limb.
Gabby tries to pull free from the smaller woman, but Domi hangs on like a puppy with a chew toy. That is, until she arm drags the Millennial, sending Gabby flying. She hits the canvas and skids across the rough surface.
Rose, not far away from where Gabby stops, grabs her partner’s leg which is outside the ring and pulls her to safety. Domi snorts, but this time the referee is on top of things. Still, all he can do is warn Rose and start a count on the champ. Rose rubs Gabby’s back and produces a new piece of Bubble Yum, pushes it between Gabby’s pink lips and helps her start to chew, moving the Texan’s jaw for her.
A moment later, Gabby is chewing on her own. She gives Rose another Eskimo kiss before turning back to the ring. Domi stands in the center of the squared circle waiting, so Mendoza carefully slides in, quickly hopping to her feet.
“Not bad for a senior citizen,” Mendoza snarks between chomps of her chew.
She starts to dance to her left and Daly joins her in a slowly decreasing circle until the twosome hook up in a collar-and-elbow. It seems an unusual choice for the smaller Daly until she shifts her grip to a wrist and tries to arm drag the champ to the mat again.
This time Gabby remains planted with a smirk, then tugging a leaning Daly back up and into a tight front bearhug instead. Mendoza squeezes the stuffing from the former gymnast, drawing a grunt and a gasp.
Going all ‘Wendy Smith’ on the Mite, Gabby sends Domi flying with a belly-to-belly and Dominique SLAMS down on the canvas, landing on her spine. Daly’s back arches in pain, the Portland native grasping at her lower spine with a grimace firmly planted on her Pac Rim features.
Mendoza kips to her feet, showing her own gymnastic ability. She blows an enormous bubble toward her redheaded partner, giving a wink at her bestie. The Terrible Texan turns and strides to a still aching Daly and sinks her ruby-tipped nails into Domi’s scalp.
She tugs Daly to her feet, the Mite yelping and the ref complaining simultaneously. Neither noise seems to worry the Babyfaced Killer, who once she has Daly to her feet, takes off for the cables behind her. Gabby hits the strands and rebounds at full speed.
It’s a flip of roles as Daly awaits and lifts Gabby to deliver the counter but Mendoza’s legs clamp tight around the head of her fellow brunette and the champ sends Dominique flipping through the air to an inelegant landing with a tilt-a-whirl head scissors. Daly hits the canvas hard and skids to a stop in a corner.
Tilt-a-whirl head scissors (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kUdLQq5GJkk )
To her credit, Domi quickly rises but leans heavily against the buckles, dazed. Not even taking time for a trademark pink ‘popper’, Gabby speeds toward the Mighty Mite and leaps at the last moment. She splashes in a Barely Legal avalanche atop the former gymnast, Domi crushed under the rampaging champion.
A smirking Mendoza steps aside and shoves a demolished Daly past, the Mite staggering a few feet before collapsing in a spandex-clad spreadeagle.
Instantly, Gabby is climbing the corner, popping her wad loudly as she reaches the pinnacle and turns to face Daly. Measuring her challenger, the raven-haired brat leaps into the Orlando night, not nearly as high as Daly would, but the Texan has time to close into a tuck and explode out for a frog splash aimed at the shreds in the spandex about Domi’s chiseled tummy.
Don’t mess with Texas may be a thing, but for a moment you don’t mess with Dominique Daly either as the Mighty Mite pulls up her knees and GUTS the Babyfaced Killer, driving her bony caps into the golden belly of the champion.
A bugeyed, groaning Mendoza rolls away from the impaling impact. She ends on her side, hugging her tummy, seemingly reaching out for a tag with Rose. Evans moves along the outside to get as close as she can to her partner, reaching to make contact and pull Gabby out once more. But Domi’s up and kicks Rose’s hand out of reach.
Evans pulls the throbbing hand close, cursing a blue streak, the Smartest Girl in the Room feeling some of the challenger’s ire. Daly has more for Mendoza. She tugs a wobbly Gabby to her feet, clamping on a front facelock. The Mite then leaps HIGH into the air and absolutely PLANTS the crown of Mendoza’s skull into the canvas with a devastating Implant DDT.
Implant DDT (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5AUqZBEoQRg )
As a boneless Gabby somersaults to her back, ending in a wide starfish, the crowd is buzzing, sensing a real opportunity, as does Rose who leaps to the apron, drawing the attention of both Daly and the ref.
As the man in stripes lectures Evans, Rose badmouths the challenger over his shoulder. Domi won’t have it, She shouts at the official to clear out and the man knows how to take a cue as he misses gets clocked by a few inches when Domi launches into a dropkick that catches the redhead clean. Rose goes sailing off the edge of the ring and clatters into the steel barricade, ending in a puddle next to the metal.
The former gymnast takes her turn kipping up, receiving the applause she loves so much. She races to a stirring Gabby who is just starting to rise and deliver a front flip legdrop to the throat and chest of the champion.
Gabby spasms and falls flat to the canvas, returned to a dilapidated state. Instead of going for the pin, Daly rises and races to the nearest buckles. She climbs, turns and launches in one smooth motion. Off to the stratosphere the Mite flies, tucking and untucking, her limbs spreading more like a flying squirrel than a frog. Either way, she SPLASHES across the golden-skinned tummy of Mendoza who jackknifes violently around the dimpled, delighted Domi.
Mendoza, whose gum pops free from between her lips, such was the impact of the splash, is pulled into a tight cradle by Daly who collects the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Gabby kicks out of the pin in the nick of time, ending on her side, gasping for breath. She finds her pink wad and stuffs it back in her mouth. Outside, a semi-recovered Rose is the only one to give the Terrible Texan a hand.
“That is how you do a frog splash,” Daly remarks to Evans.
“And how you can’t keep a ‘Killer’ down,” Gabby coughs with an interruption, turning Domi’s grin to a surly frown.
“Let’s see what we can do about that,” Daly replies.
Dominique, on a knee, rises without so much as laying a hand on the reeling Mendoza. She recedes to a neutral corner and waits patiently, revving up the crowd with a rhythmic clap that’s full bore by the time a war-weary Bubble Burster gets to her feet, Gabby sagging.
It takes but an instant for Domi to go from zero to sixty as she races at the raven-haired grappler. At warp speed, a charging Daly passes on what initially appears to be a spear. Instead she flies over the right shoulder of the champ, grabbing Gabby’s head as she flips by. Domi RIPS Mendoza off her feet and SPIKES Gabby to the canvas with a sick neckbreaker.
Flipping Neckbreaker (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5AUqZBEoQRg )
The lifeless Texan lies face down as a somewhat stunned Domi quickly recovers her wits, moves to Daly, and shoves her foe to her back, Gabby spreading like butter on toast beneath Domi for…
ONE…
TWO…
And Mendoza’s shoulders stay down for THREE!
But there’s no third slap of the canvas. A shocked Domi turns to find and complain bitterly to the ref, but he’s been dragged out of the ring by a tug from the ‘Smartest Girl’ who’s lived up to her moniker well enough to save Gabby’s title reign for the moment.
The referee is clearly upset, pointing a finger at Rose, quivering. The man then gives a signal and shouts “You’re Outta Here!”
The FAWNatics cheer and many wave good bye to Evans. The referee yells again, “Get going Rose, or I’ll DQ Gabby!”
Evans shakes her head ‘no’ and starts to explain herself, but the official isn’t having any of it. Daly walks over to the ropes near the altercation and yells at the referee, “Get back in here.”
Behind all the action, Mendoza rolls over and looks around wondering where everyone went. Finally she looks over her shoulder and sees what’s going on. Rose saving her has seemed to cost her standing at ringside, but the distraction gives her an opening. The Babyfaced Killer comes up from behind the Mighty Mite and drops to one knee before swinging her forearm up between the gymnast’s gams.
The low blow drops Domi to her knees instantly as she wedges one hand between her thighs. The other holds the middle strand as her face is pinched with pain.
Outside the ring, Rose sees Gabby has taken control back, so she raises her hands and starts to leave. Mendoza grabs the other brunette’s ponytail dragging Domi back up on to rubbery legs. The champ turns Daly around, tucking her noggin under her right arm. Gabby blows a bubble then Mendoza waits for the bubble to pop before dropping straight down, driving Domi’s skull into the thinly padded boards with a crushing DDT.
Domi’s little body flops over leaving her a dazed starfish on the mat. The referee re-enters the ring as Gabby pops to her feet and heads to the ropes to Domi’s left. The official has to move quickly to get out of the returning Babyfaced Killer’s way.
Gabby leaps into the air and gravity takes care of the rest as she splashes down across Daly’s tummy. The former gymnast jackknifes around the intruding Barely Legal brawler. The champ slides up the challenger’s chest and pulls up the far leg, hoping to end things now.
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Domi’s entire body spasms as she kicks out. Gabby looks at the ref demanding she got the three count, but he shakes his head and holds up two fingers. Daly, lying on her side, coughs as she tries to get oxygen back into her lungs.
Gabby chomps away at her gum,. She grabs Domi’s ponytail again and pulls her up taunting, “Get your ass up AARP.”
Mendoza backs Domi into the ropes and whips her across the ring. Domi staggers out of the gates but gets her feet under her and makes it to the opposite ropes. Gabby, running at the challenger, raises her arm as the Mighty Mite changes directions and out of instinct ducks the extended limb.
Dominique picks up more speed as she heads back to the ropes she started from. After Gabby’s missed clothesline, she spins around so she can follow after the Mighty Mite.
The Bubble Gum Brawler gives chase, but comes to a complete stop as she sees Domi leap onto the middle strand and springboard toward her. The Mighty Mite, driven by powerful gymnast legs, is able to reach a shocked Gabby and catches her by the noggin. Using her momentum, Daly swings around and drives Gabby into the canvas head first with the Springboard DDT.
SPRINGBOARD DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0B44hg9g6bE
Now the Barely Legal Babe is the one left spread-eagled on the mat as the crowd marks out for the Mighty Mite. Domi pops to her feet. Passing up the cover, she hops over the top of Gabby, heading to the ropes again, and again jumps onto the middle strand.
This time though Domi arcs into a backflip and crashes down across Gabby’s tummy. The Babyface Killer’s legs and head lift off the canvas and drop back down. Domi bounces off and winces, holding her abs that are pushed to their limits. Mendoza rolls to her side holding her gut as well.
Domi recovers after an instant and turns, crawling over to her foe. She pulls Gabby to her back looking to claim the FAWN Lightweight Title.
ONE…
TWO…
THRKICKOUT!
The FAWNatics can’t believe it, and Domi looks dejected as she sits on the canvas next to Mendoza, head in hands.
So close to the title for which she’d always yearned, Domi is denied by the Bubble Gum Battler for the time being. Shaking off the letdown as fast she’s able, Daly pops to her feet, tugging Mendoza up along with her by a wrist and shoulder. The Mite draws the flagging Gabby deep into the ropes and rebounds with an Irish whip, sending Mendoza off for the ride.
As the champ returns toward her, Domi is shot out of a cannon and meets Mendoza at center stage with a spinning leg lariat that nearly removes Gabby’s head from her shoulders. The back of the champ’s skull CLUNKS against the deck, her limbs spreading in the direction of all four corners.
Domi hovers over the waylaid Mendoza and leaps into a set of splits. Daly’s front leg drops across the throat of the champion in her distinct version of a leg drop. Domi remains atop, right leg draped for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Again Gabby survives, pushing Daly’s stem off and rolling to her side.
The former gymnast is quicker to react after this nearfall. Moving to her foe, she slides her muscular if abbreviated left leg beneath Gabby’s midriff and quickly brings the right down across the top side of Gabby’s abdomen. Securing a tight body scissors, Daly gritting her perfect pearlies as she flexes, Domi reaches forward and crosses her arms in front of the face of the wincing, mewling champion. Daly clamps on a crossface grip, managing to place her signature Pummel Horse submission in place.
Domi wrenches with her arms and cinches with her legs. “Ask her,” she shouts. “ASK HER!”
There’s a hint of desperation in Daly’s barking and when Gabby weakly bleats a ‘no’ in response, Daly energetically increases the effort at both attack points.
Before the official queries once more, Mendoza manages to roll off her side, placing the scissoring Domi on her back, Gabby likewise. But while Mendoza’s back is on the challenger, Domi’s is on the canvas along with her shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
And Daly releases her Pummel Horse to clear herself out from under Mendoza. Domi scrambles to her feet and stomps the Babyfaced Killer in frustration.
Showing their belief, the crowd starts a rhythmic clap and the applause seems to work Dominique free of her irritation.
Inspired, the challenger heads for the nearest set of buckles and swiftly climbs to the top. She looks out on the roaring crowd for a moment, raising her arms high in preparation for launch, the moonsault to her ‘Sticking the Dismount’ finisher a moment away.
But as ignition is ready to be flipped, the Terrible and apparently tenacious Texan is able to push to her feet and stagger to the ropes next to Daly. She hits the strands and disrupts Daly’s stance enough for Domi to lose her balance.
The Mite is made less mighty when she drops and lands in a brutal crotch-first landing on the wire that holds corner to post. Domi’s face is etched in agony, her jaw dropping open, hands at her privates as she tries to extricate herself.
Gabby quickly moves to her challenger, sweeping a backhand grip across Daly’s throat, pulling her back and then lighting her up with forearm shots across her foe’s chest with her right arm.
While the ref calls for Mendoza to get out of the corner, Gabby selectively listens to his ‘advice’. The champ backs away a couple steps, but with her left arm remaining tightly wrapped. She’s pulled Domi’s crotch free of its debilitating position but only so far that Daly’s ankles lie on the top turnbuckle. From there, Gabby throws her body backwards and PLANTS the back of Domi’s skull into the canvas like a lawn dart with an inverted DDT.
The crowd groans in sympathy at impact, a tremor ripping through Daly’s body soon after.
Gabby rises quickly, grabbing the former gymnast’s wrists, and tugs Domi to the middle, diving on top for a crossbody pin for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
It’s the challenger’s turn to send her foe into disbelief, Gabby’s celebratory bubble bursting as she’s shocked by the escape, Daly left on her side groaning.
Mendoza slides her body in front of and under the dazed Daly so when Domi is rolled the rest of the way to her chest, the Mite’s chin drops softly into Gabby’s lap. Instantly, Mendoza’s legs snake around the head of the challenger and tighten in a reverse headscissors.
Upping the pressure, Gabby rises on her palms and flexes her sinewy thighs as much as she’s able. Dominique’s face grows rosier by the second as she shoves ineffectually on the underside of Mendoza’s thighs, Gabby’s palms keeping her from being rolled onto her shoulders.
Champ and challenger lock eyes, Gabby’s dark pools flickering delight as the almond-shaped peepers of Daly show anxiety if not outright fear. They flutter slightly but spring open in unison with Domi getting her knees under her.
Using her remaining adrenaline, Daly works to her bare feet and scoops her arms under Mendoza’s raised backside, lifting a bewildered Gabby off the deck. But before the Mite can get the champ more than a couple feet off the deck, her powerful legs give out.
The drop for Gabby onto her back is far enough to draw a grunt and a loosening of her scissors, but it doesn’t seem to cause any substantial harm as Mendoza releases what remains of her scissors and scrambles up, hovering over a redfaced and reeling Domi.
Gabby blows and pops a huge pink bubble as she sidles into Domi’s six o’clock, motioning for Daly to reach her feet. The crowd knows what’s coming and screams at the challenger in warning as Daly pushes wearily up.
The former gymnast is nearly out on her feet and the sound can’t seem to break through her daze. Gabby surges to her turning foe and leaps into a tuck that presses tightly to Domi, kneecaps to chin. She tugs Daly down with her and BLOWS UP Dominque with a Bursting Your Bubble.
Bursting Your Bubble (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9mbVFgTFdFg )
Daly flops to a wide starfish, unmoving. Gabby leisurely crawls to her demolished challenger. She plops atop Daly in a modified crossbody pin, tummy to tummy, Gabby propping her chin in the cradle created by pressing the heels of her palms together.
The ‘Barely’ Legal’ champ blows a big pink sphere as she winks to the crowd and accepts the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Domi snoozes through the count, nary a twitch from the blasted brunette.
Gabby sticks a pinkie into her bubble, popping it. She spits out the remaining wad and opens one of the lower-placed tears in Domi’s spandex, reaches a hand in. Sending it lower, noticeably between her foe’s thighs, the victor stamps the chewed goo into Daly’s privates and rubs it in, literally.
Domi coos back to life, but is in no state to stop Mendoza from leaving her calling card. Gabby pulls her hand free of Domi’s stretched spandex and rises, placing a boot on Daly’s crotch and grinding the gum in to the Mite’s increasing awareness and dismay.
Only when the announcer makes things official does Gabby become distracted enough to leave Daly to her humiliating task of recovery and plucking.
“Your winner…by pinfall…and STILL Lightweight Champion…GABBY MENDOZA!”
The Terrible Texan races to a corner and climbs, celebrating with arms high and wide to the sounds of hateful jeering.
She beams in response to the crowd’s disappointment and dismay. They deserved what they got, as did Domi, as would anyone else stupid enough to think they could blow up her bubbling career.