Post by bigfan on May 7, 2017 1:49:42 GMT
After the last match the crew has some clean up to do, but they handle that quickly and the ring announcer does not make the fans wait long. “Ladies and gentlemen. Introducing, hailing from Altoona Pennsylvania, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-three pounds. She is the Suplex Machine, and she is a two time FAWN Lightweight Champion… THE PA POWERHOUSE …WENDY SMITH!
Fans of throws and hot brunettes were already on their feet by the time…
Paramore’s ‘Misery Business’
It wasn’t too long thereafter that the lightweight stalwart and pocket hurricane came breezing through the curtain. Coming to a stop at the top of the ramp Wendy simply stops throwing up her fists and offering a bellowed, “YEEEEAAAH!” The greeting was thrown back at her a thousand-fold. It seems like Wendy as always, she’s looks fired up she bounces around with boundless energy. The brunette wears a black FAWN t-shirt covering her choice of togs, she moves to the center of the ramp and crosses her arms grabbing the bottom edge of the t-shirt asking, “YOU GUYS READY!”
WENDY SMITH:
The FAWN crowd roars, The PA Powerhouse jerks the t-shirt over her head and throws it out into the crowd. Wendy is clad in a black sports bra up top, her bottoms are a wrestling singlet that is a baby blue color with two thin straps running up over her powerful shoulders, the singlet is little more than booty shorts with suspenders. On the front just below her navel are a pair crossed of sledge hammers, a closer look shows the letters N.G.N stamped on the heads of the hammers.
The FAWNatics cheer their approval as Wendy is making her way down the ramp at a brisk pace, Smith slaps a few hands, but then begins sprinting down the runway. The FAWNatics cheer the bouncing brunette on as she dives into the ring under the bottom rope. Smith pops to her feet quickly and makes a bee-line for the opposite ropes and hits them pinballing back and criss-crosses the ring three times before she coasts to a stop at mid ring and raises her arms crossing her wrist in salute to the FAWNatics.
The crowd begins chanting, “SUPLEX CITY…SUPLEX CITY…SUPLEX CITY!”
Wendy heads to her corner allowing the referee an up close inspection of her tap, pads and boots. Nodding as the man gives his ok, Smith leans back in the corner waiting her opponent’s arrival.
With the taste of being the last pin and win of Shea London’s Hall of Fame FAWN career still filling her senses, the once and future Lightweight champion waits for the FAWNatics to end their cheering of the Pennsylvania Powerhouse.
The trauma of the loss and knowing she’d never get a chance at revenge had led the little blonde hardbody into another sabbatical. Thankfully, the election of our glorious 45th President had given her a chance to work as KellyAnne Conway’s assistant for several glorious and inglorious months.
With the fall from grace of KellyAnne, the patriot jumped off that sinking ship, which in turn led her back to be the best in the best of women’s wrestling, even if an organization in Chicago put in a counter claim for that title.
As the arena’s speakers spark to life with the pounding of Metallica’s “Don’t Tread on Me”. A few scattered ‘Polly Patriots’ immediately shoot to their feet, saluting her anthem crisply. The other 99 percent of the FAWNatics make themselves known in a completely different fashion, raining a cascade of boos toward the upper stage, giving the grappler the song signaled a most unwelcome welcome.
The haters get louder still when the familiar little blonde antagonist strides to center stage, coming back from another extended period away. The FAWNatics seem to think it’s not been long enough from the sound of them.
The blonde brings a salute to her brow to her Tea Partying troop. But when the hand, fashioned into a knife-edge, moves away from her forehead, Lockwood adds a familiar twist, a middle finger remaining straight and lifted while the others recede, showing every fan, even her supporters, what she thinks of them.
Polly sports her customary hot pants and bikini top. Lockwood alternates her country’s colors between a shiny, eye catching blue topside, white stars prominently placed in just the right spots, and shimmering red and white stripes below; with white pads and boots capping off the ensemble.
POLLY LOCKWOOD:
The ‘True American’ has her customary cape, Old Glory draped over her shoulders as a cloak.
Lockwood crow hops into a jog to the ring, snarling at the moronic hordes who infest this great land. She ignores their insults and jeers, taking a swipe at one sign proclaiming
”Suplex City Population: 1 blonde brat” as the ring announcer proclaims her arrival.
“And her opponent. From Buffalo, New York…standing 5 foot 1 inch tall and weighing in at 116 scintillating pounds of All-American Awesome; ladies and gentlemen, she is the one and only TRUE AMERICAN…Polly Lockwood.”
The pernicious patriot ascends the steel steps. Sliding through the ropes, Lockwood removes the flag from her shoulders and holds the star-spangled banner high.
Moving to a corner, she exchanges her flag for a microphone and walks to the center of the ring, pulling it to her lips, pointing at Smith.
“You picked the wrong time to get in the ring with me,” Lockwood informs, though she’s somewhat drowned out by chants of “SHEA…SHEA…SHEA.”
Lockwood smirks, shaking her head.
“That loser knew to get out of FAWN when there’s a pissed Polly about and one day I’ll track her down, even if I have to go to Manchester to do it. Tonight. Smith. I’m going to let you know your time in FAWN is at an end as well.”
The Star-Spangled Bytch tosses the stick to the canvas with a ‘CLUNK’ and moves to her corner, stretching her arms with tugs of the top rope, waiting for the bell.
The wait is a short one, DING…DING…DING…
Smith leaves her corner heading straight for the blonde Patriot, but Polly heads along the ropes to her right. Wendy smirks, “Hey, I’m over here.” The brunette even waves to the Tea Party Terror, Lockwood continues to circle on the outside as Smith turns with her from the center. The crowd begin clapping in time as they wait for the action to begin.
The True American closes in, but as Wendy raises her arms to lock up Polly veers away and continues circling on the outside of the ring. The FAWNatics grow frustrated faster than the Suplex Machine, as they boo Polly as she struts along the ropes. Wendy nods accepting the blonde’s tactics, taunting she calls out to Lockwood, “I can’t wait to hear your Alternative Facts of how you beat Shea.”
The taunt does stop Polly, but it doesn’t pull her in. Smith takes a ready stance adding, “That stint in Washington was shorter than your title run!”
That brings Polly into the Fray, but as she rushes forwards the blonde throws her feet out at a low angle drop kicking Smith in the thigh right above her knee pad. Smith drops to one knee rubbing her tan leg as Polly pops back to her feet and swings a kick at the Suplex Machine’s head. Wendy sees the kick coming and crunches down, but as she feels the wind past Wendy rises back up. Polly never puts her foot back on the canvas, after missing she reverses the direction and shoots her boot forward slamming it into Wendy’s chest as she looks back up.
The True American grins as she sees Smith blasted back flopping over and coming to rest on her stomach. The blonde heads to the ropes at Wendy’s right and hits the cables, The Suplex Machine rolls over pushing up to all fours. The Tea Party Terror comes to a complete stop and punt kicks Wendy’s hanging breast sending the PA Powerhouse rolling across the canvas. Smith presses her hands to wounded boob, her face pinched in pain, Polly smugly holds her arms out as the Polly Patriots make their voice heard. Lockwood acknowledges the Vocal Minority before she walks over and helps herself to a double handful of hair and lifts Wendy back to her boots.
The referee makes his objections, but Polly has Wendy pushed into the ropes and switches her hold from hair to wrist and shoulder. The True American grunts as she Irish Whips the PA Powerhouse across the ring and follows her, Polly following a beat behind. Smith hits the far cables and ricochets back into the blonde’s backside as Polly leaps and twists herself around putting up a butt road block which Wendy runs right into. Again Wendy’s breast take the brunt of the blow as Polly’s backside slams into her and knocks the brunette off her feet.
Standing over the fallen brunette Polly gives the crowd a small wiggle of her tush before stepping over Wendy and falling across the brunette going for a quick pinfall.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Wendy shoves the blonde and kicks her legs so hard she sends Polly rolling. The PA Powerhouse shakes her head once and climbs back to her feet , as Polly does likewise. Lockwood shoots forward hitting Wendy with a stiff forearm to the side of the head, when the Suplex Machine doesn’t move The True American loads up another shot, but it’s blocked by the brunette and Wendy finally answers with a stiff forearm to the side of the blonde’s head that spins Lockwood around. Polly comes around and lays in a hard forearm smash to Smith’s chest, Wendy grunts, but then hammers right back at Lockwood’s chest with a shot that dives Polly back several feet.
The Busty Blonde screams and comes back with a big sweeping right, but Wendy ducks that and when the momentum takes Polly around Smith grabs her around the waist. Polly shakes her head and screams, as she’s lifted off the canvas. Normally that mistake would see an opponent tossed through the air by the Suplex Machine, but this time Wendy takes Polly up, holds her for a second and then takes her back down the way she came. However Smith drops to one knee and deposits Lockwood on her posted leg with an Atomic Drop.
Pain shoots up from the blonde’s tailbone and undercarriage as she springs off Wendy’s leg, one hand tending the front the other the back. Wendy is grinning as she stands and follows after the howling blonde, Smith grabbing Polly by the shoulder spins her around and wraps one arm over her head and pulls Lockwood into a front facelock. The PA Powerhouse flips the blonde’s one arm up over her own head and then grabs a handful of the red and white striped briefs before hoisting Polly inverting her and holding her there. The reversing of gravity give the look that Polly’s gurls may fall right out of her top, but to the disappointment of the crowd, they don’t. The Suplex Machine turns so she’s facing the ropes. but instead of falling backwards she drops Polly the way she came. The blonde’s shins hit the top rope and Wendy’s uses that to add to the momentum of the Sling Shoot Suplex.
Polly hits the thinly padded plywood and is knocked up to a seated position, one hand going to her spine, Wendy sits up and turns crawling over to Polly she pulls the blonde back down to the canvas and drops across her chest.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Polly’s kick out isn’t as impressive as Wendy’s, but she does break free and sits up. Wendy looks at the ref, but doesn’t bother saying anything before climbing to her feet. Wendy smirks, “Here’s another Alternative Fact for you Polly, You got a chance tonight.”
Lockwood is in too much of a daze to offer any xenophobic witticism in return. Instead, she sits, staring blankly up at the resplendent Smith. Wendy circles behind the blonde, reaches down, and wraps her arms around the former two-time Lightweight champion, she and Smith two of only three women that could claim that on their resume.
Showing the strength no other sub-125er could likely match, the PA Powerhouse cinches her arms tight, biceps bulging as she tugs a softly squirming Polly off the deck in a gutwrench. She lifts the Star Spangled Bytch to her chest and with one final heave, sends Lockwood flying up and over.
The patriot is sent crashing to the deck with another suplex, Polly’s tanned hardbody cracked open like an egg on impact, spreading out into a wide starfish as Wendy’s sits a few feet away, not bothering to look over her shoulder as the crowd starts to chant her name.
“WEN-DEE. WEN-DEE. WEN-DEE!”
She waves to the FAWNatics, no smile to suppress, only stern concentration showing as she finally turns to review the flaxen-haired wreckage. Rising slowly, she strides to the reeling Lockwood, who’s finally moving. That stirring seems to convince Smith to pass on another pinning predicament.
The Suplex Machine grabs a wrist and shoulder and rips the dumbfounded Polly to her feet, aiming the glassy-eyed blonde at the far corner. Wendy pivots and heaves and Lockwood is quickly careening toward the buckles. Lockwood turns her back to the corner just before colliding and SLAMS in, her abbreviated stems turning off. Dropping to her ass cheeks, a stunned Polly leans into the buckles even as Smith is charging toward her. Wendy twists to the side as she vaults the last few strides and throws a wicked hip check into Lockwood’s mug, perhaps in honor of her beloved Penguins.
With the hated flag-waver’s face still an easy target, Wendy pulls back a couple steps and THUMPS her left hip into Polly’s features ONE, TWO and THREE times, Lockwood becoming more a patriotic pudding with each thrust.
With the crowd reveling in Wendy’s domination, the FAWNatics roar as the Powerhouse forces the jumbled jingoist up on rubbery legs. Smith leans the little golden-maned hardbody into the corner and takes off for the opposite number. Reaching the far buckles, Wendy spins and charges toward her foe. A few feet out, she launches for an avalanche of Pennsylvania goodness but Lockwood is able to slide out from the crash zone, leaving Wendy nothing but open corner.
Smith crashes into the buckles and bounces toward the middle of the ring in a u-turn. Lockwood seems rejuvenated, at least enough to take off on a sprint to the ropes. Coming in from Smith’s three o’clock at a good clip, Lockwood leaps toward a raised kneestrike, but Wendy has the wherewithal to dip an arm between the abbreviated, sinewy gams of the patriot and ‘hup’ Polly to her shoulders in a fireman’s carry.
Before Lockwood can even think of squirming out of the looping, clamping arms of the PA Powerhouse, Wendy levels the BOOM with a massive Samoan Drop. Lockwood hits with such force, she’s sent in a barrel roll that, luckily for the few Polly Patriots, removes her from the ring. Having rolled under the bottom rope, she plops with a meaty ‘smeck’ against the thinly padded cement outside and remains motionless, waylaid from the shock and awe of the motivated Suplex Queen.
The official starts his count with an impatient Wendy by his side, both looking down on the battered blonde. Slowly, with the movement toward a countout growing, Lockwood manages to seat herself against the apron. At seven, she rises and Wendy is there with an assist when Polly’s hair is in grabbing range.
Sinking her fingers into the flaxen locks, the PA Powerhouse yanks the vertically challenged patriot to tiptoes. Polly leaps to the apron’s edge in order to keep all her strands in her scalp, her back still to Smith. Violently wrapping a right forearm around Lockwood’s frame, Wendy tries to collapse Polly’s breastbone with some wicked smashes, three, four, five accumulating.
Perhaps out of desperation, Polly reaches over a shoulder and slips her arms around Wendy’s braincase in a ¾ facelock. Lockwood drops to the canvas, sending Smith’s throat thrusting against the top cable. The brunette’s head snaps back and her body whiplashes along for the ride.
Seated outside the ropes, short legs dangling, Polly blinks her baby blues back to something approximating clarity. She pulls to her feet with the help of the rubber-coated steel strands, while a choking, raspy Altoona Hammer staggers back in Lockwood’s direction, rubbing at her reddened neck with her left hand.
Suitably distracted from the clever counter, Wendy doesn’t notice as Polly grabs the middle rope with both hands and heaves her short frame between the upper and middle cables, SPEARING the holy hell out of the approaching busty brunette with a Lockwood Leap.
Lockwood Leap
Wendy is nearly cut in two by Polly’s perfectly positioned left shoulder and she’s buried into the deck by the surprising strength of the Star Spangled signature.
Even with the success of the attack, Polly isn’t immediately able to capitalize. While Wendy lies on the canvas, groaning as she swaddles her aching abs and staring up into the arena lights, Lockwood struggles to hands and knees. By the time she uses all fours to crawl toward Wendy, Smith is already on her way up and Lockwood joins her.
Facing each other, the shorter grappler ducks a right cross from Wendy and wraps her extended right arm around Smith’s left shoulder. Letting the Powerhouse push her toward the corner, Polly expertly pivots and sends Wendy’s face CRASHING into the middle buckle with a wicked STO.
STO
The dazed Wendy remains penitent, leaning into the corner, an arm draped over the middle rope on either side. Seemingly feeling rejuvenated, the energized patriot rises and jogs to the opposite corner, turns and sprints into Wendy’s blind spot. She leaps from several feet out and hits an inverted version of a Bronco Buster, slamming her backside into Wendy’s shoulderblades while her crotch surrounds the back of Smith’s braincase, forcing the Altoona Hammer’s face into the middle buckle time and time again.
Polly might ride Wendy all the way to Tampa if the referee didn’t step in and begin counting her out of the corner. As the True American dismounts her brunette ride the official warns, “Keep it out of the corner Polly.”
The Kellyanne Conway trained blonde smiles, “Wendy clearly instigated the issue, I was clearly following all the rules before she took things into the turnbuckles.”
The debate of facts is put on hold as Lockwood reaches in hooking a hand inside the back strap of Wendy’s top and pulls her out into the ring. The PA Powerhouse’s breast bulging as Polly tugs on her top, Smith tires to swing around with an elbow raised to clip Polly upside the head, but the blonde ducks coming up after Wendy misses and drives a double palm strike into Wendy’s orbs. The PA Powerhouse freezes in pain, her mouth open in silent scream. Lockwood doesn’t give the brunette a chance to recover before leaping and wrapping her strong thighs around Wendy’s noggin and flipping her over with a standing huricanrana.
Wendy lands on her back siding several feet across the rough canvas before coming to a stop, Polly is on her feet quickly heading to the nearby corner. Smith on her back looks glassy eyed at the arena lights, Lockwood climbs to the penthouse and stands waiting. The True American waits until Smith starts to stir, the Suplex Machine is bent at the waist on her way up when the blonde leaps from her perch. The Most Patriotic Blonde flips over top Smith and catches her head as she passes pulling Wendy down into a flying neckbreaker.
Wendy’s body springs back after her chin bounces off Polly’s shoulder, the brunette star fished before she even hits the canvas. The crowd booing as Smith is splayed across the canvas, Lockwood spinning on her butt and crawling back to her dazed rival and pulls up Wendy’s left leg as she goes for the cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOOO!
Wendy bucks breaking her leg free and pulling her shoulders up off the canvas and denying Polly the victory. The Trump Supporter turns over looking at the ref and claps her hands three times, clearly not happy with the Main Stream media count. Smith crawls towards the ropes while Lockwood makes her complaints. The official stands by his call holding up two fingers and showing them to the True American.
Polly pushes her damp blonde hair back as she stands and goes after the still crawling PA Powerhouse. The Polly Patriot’s give out a cheer as their girl drops down to her knees beside the brunette, and wraps one arm around Wendy’s waist, her other hand comes swooping up between the Suplex Machine’s thighs clamping an underhanded crotch claw on Wendy’s sex. The brunette lets out a sorrowful moan as her head drops, when she looks back up her face is twisted in pain and tears rim her eyes as Polly grips her trunks wickedly. Smith shakes her head when the referee asks for her submission, but lets out another wounded sound as Lockwood works on her private part.
Polly calls out, “I have the strongest hands, they are great, there are none that can match their power.”
Wendy takes a few painful crawls until she can reach out and grab the bottom strand, the referee is quick to call for a break, but the True American doesn’t believe the fact that Wendy reached the ropes. Polly gives her grip a few twists before she steps back and moves to the center of the ring, and she complains about the rigged officiating in FAWN that punishes her.
The PA Powerhouse looks drained of energy as she stays on her knees and leans over the middle rope tending the fires down below. Wendy’s face is red as she wipes her taped wrist across her eyes clearing the sweat or maybe tears from her eyes. Lockwood finishes berating the zebra and seeing Smith still down turns and heads to the opposite ropes to pick up speed, rebounding back the True American races back leaping from several feet away. It’s clear Polly plans to drive Wendy’s throat down across the middle strand again, but this time Smith rolls aside and the blonde hits the rubber coated steel without a cushion.
The blonde bounces off the cable and lands on her back, Smith walking on her knees makes it to the corner before she climbs back to her feet. Wendy leans against the pads taking in some large lung fulls as her eyes begin to clear. The PA Powerhouse waits for the True American to rise before she leaves the corner and meets the blonde with a stiff forearm to Polly full bikini cups. Lockwood is spun around, her hands cupping her breast as the Suplex Machine comes up from behind and wraps her powerful arms around the blonde’s slender waist. Wendy lifts Polly and pushes her hips forward so Polly’s legs open allowing the Suplex Machine to hold the blonde in a wheelbarrow hold. Polly’s head hangs between Wendy’s legs, but just for an instant before the PA Powerhouse snaps her backwards slamming Lockwood into the canvas with a Wheelbarrow Suplex.
The crowd roar as Wendy shoves Polly aside and climbs back up to her boots. Polly wraps her arms around her skull, feet kicking at the canvas as she rocks in pain. The Suplex Machine is just warming up, Wendy reaches down taking Lockwood by the wrist and shoulder lifting her up. Wendy spins the blonde around and reaches between her thighs with her right hand gripping the blonde’s womanhood, her left arm crosses Polly’s neck. The FAWNatics begin chanting “SUPLEX CITY” As Wendy sends Lockwood up and over with an inverted power slam driving the True American into the canvas face and chest first.
Polly hits and flops over on to her back arms folded across her stomach as her face pinches in pain. Wendy drops to her knees beside her opponent and hooks a leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Polly Patriot’s breathe a sigh of relief as their girl kicks out with just a fraction of a second to spare.
Lockwood, on the other hand, isn’t in a position for any such type of sighing. Though the Star-Spangled Bytch saves herself, she looks as though she’s been in a car accident. Crawling in no particular direction, Polly appears lost and, after a few strides on her hands and knees, tips over to her side.
The Altoona Hammer, trailing behind, seems pleased with herself and with Polly’s position and condition. Still, the busty brunette is unrelenting, knowing of what the former lightweight and tag champion is capable. Grabbing a wrist and shoulder, the arguably most powerful sub-125er in the business rips the Tea Party Girl to unsteady feet and flings her to the ropes.
Waiting mid-ring for her foe’s return, Smith lowers, presumably to shoot Polly HIGH into the Orlando sky with a back body drop. But the little blonde hardbody leapfrogs over the bent Powerhouse and speeds to the next set of cables. Lockwood rebounds toward the spinning, vulnerable Wendy, charging at her foe. But Smith deftly dips, scooping an arm between the tanned stems of Polly, ‘hupping’ Lockwood across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Lockwood has a half-second to slip free but can’t manage and Wendy delivers the Trumpeteer to the deck with a ring-rattling Samoan Drop.
Polly crashes to the canvas, bouncing an inch off the mat such is the impact. She rolls to her chest, an arm reaching back for the base of her spine, while Wendy prompts a cacophony of cheers with a nifty kip to her feet. A little basking allows Lockwood up to all fours. Wendy turns and waits for the blonde to push wearily to her feet. As Polly is on her way, Smith turns and hits the ropes, barreling back at the wobbly Lockwood, her Altoona Sledge is drawn as she races toward what very well might be a knockout blow.
Polly gets to keep her head attached as she uses her vertically-challenged frame to good effect, dipping under Wendy’s terrible, consciousness-altering tool. Smith puts on the brakes and spins to reacquire her target but she acquires too much of it too soon when Lockwood leaps into the air and NAILS Wendy in the face with a perfectly place Pele Kick.
Pele Kick
The astonishing display actually garners some cheers from the Powerhouse partisan crowd. Wendy’s reaction is far different, dropping to a knee, dark eyes glassy. Polly is surprisingly quick in clambering to her feet. She takes to the ropes to get some momentum, u-turning out of the cables and sprinting to Smith before CLOCKING the Suplex Queen with a nasty Shining Wizard.
Wendy is knocked to horizontal, ending on her side, limbs motionless. Lockwood shoves Smith to her back and climbs aboard in a domineering full-body pin, Polly pie-facing Wendy with a palm as Wendy suffers a power outage, her shoulders flat to the canvas for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Wendy pushes a shoulder up with a half-tick to spare, drawing a loud cheer from the members of her Power Plant. The sneering Polly isn’t nearly as pleased. She covers again in a more standard cross-body, hooking a leg and Smith powers out at ONE, the blonde pushed up to her knees.
Running her fingers through her shoulder-length locks, Polly tugs them in frustration. Popping to her feet, she moves to a standing straddle of Smith and hops into the air above her foe, PLANTING her boots into Wendy’s bounty, MUSHROOM STOMPING Smith’s bosom to her breastbone. The one-time Fox News anchor grinds her boot soles into the tender tissue to add insult to injury, Wendy yelping pain.
Polly skips off Smith’s gurls and walks a predatory circle around the wincing Powerhouse, the brunette covering her breasts with a swaddling arm.
“You want a fact? I’m a bigger star than you’ll EVER be,” Polly shouts.
The FAWNatics beg to differ, sending a storm of boos in the blonde’s direction.
In response, Polly delivers a punt to Smith’s ribs, Wendy grunting from the impact and rolling to her chest to make her aching side the opposite one. Sensing a golden opportunity, Lockwood races to the buckles and scrambles up. She turns to face the still grounded brunette and vaults into the stratosphere. At her zenith, Lockwood’s body tucks and, on the way down, untucks, FROG SPLASHING across Wendy’s spine.
Polly’s Lockwood Leap hitting the target, Wendy spasms in anguish. The blonde shoves Smith to her back, pressing her glistening form tight to the splayed Smith for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOO!
Again, the PA Powerhouse shows her strength, infuriating the flag-waver. Polly climbs to her feet, getting in the grill of the referee, accusing the man of being a liberal snowflake. Pushing the official to the side, Lockwood climbs through the ropes, turns and collects the top version with both hands, waiting for Wendy to find her feet.
With the Polly Rocket finisher on the launching pad, the crowd pleads with Smith, screaming at her to be careful and avoid the deadly explosion Polly has planned.
Polly Rocket
Wendy shakes the cobwebs from her head and pushes up to her feet in the path of the Polly Rocket, and the Tea Party Terror leaps on to the cables and springs towards the brunette. The Polly Party cheers are cut off when Smith moves closer and catches the busty blonde in mid air in a bear hug. The vertically challenged Lockwood’s feet never touch the canvas, and she can’t swing herself around the PA Powerhouse either. The camera catches the pain in Wendy’s face as her breast mushroom against Polly’s big set, but the Suplex Machine doesn’t plan to hold her to her chest very long. Polly squirms trapped in the strong grip of the PA Powerhouse just before Wendy tosses Lockwood over with an Over the head Belly to Belly suplex.
Lockwood slams back first into the thinly padded boards, she’s bounced up into a seated position, her head thrown back and hand going to her spine. Wendy impresses the FAWNatics with another kip up, Smith turns on the blonde yelling, “SUPLEX CITY, THIS EXIT!”
The FAWNatics explode into cheers, many of them coming to their feet as Wendy bends down wrapping her arms around the seated blonde’s torso. Smith’s arms slide up under Polly big boobs pushing them up further in her star spangled bikini as she lifts her back to her feet. The pressure threatens to force Polly’s gurls out of their top, pink nipples peek out over the top. A few photos are snapped before Wendy again tosses Lockwood over her head, this time with a German Suplex. Polly bounces off the back of her head and flips over on to her stomach.
The True American doesn’t move after coming to a stop, Wendy is up and marching over to the blonde. Smith has to pull up the dead weight blonde up right, but Polly is playing a bit of opossum with the Suplex Machine and cradles Wendy before rolling backwards into a small package.
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
With inches to spare Wendy is able to power out of the cradle and looks quickly to the referee to make sure she was successful. The near loss infuriates the busty brunette and she starts putting boots to any body part available on the True American. After nearly a dozen or so stomps Wendy hooks her arms under Polly’s lifting her up. Wendy keeps her front pressed to Polly’s back moving to the blonde’s side, she hooks her left arm behind Lockwood’s left leg lifting it. With her right arm Wendy comes over Polly’s right shoulder, her hands meet and fingers interlace as she holds the blonde in a standing cradle. The True American hops on one foot, her left knee pressed into her bosom before Wendy lifts and tosses the blonde again with a Cradle Belly to back suplex.
Polly hits like a boned fish, flopping as her arms and legs are motionless. The Suplex Machine just keeps grinding along, she pulls the blonde up on to jelly legs and hooks an arm around Polly’s waist as the other hooks behind her knee. Polly’s head rolls, her eyes fluttering as she’s hoisted up on to Wendy’s shoulder, the PA Powerhouse carrying her load towards the turnbuckles. Smith turns so she and Polly are facing away from the pads and then Wendy falls back, the Belly to Back suplex is a simple version, but Smith’s positioning means the blonde’s head bounces off the middle turnbuckle on the way down.
The crowd ohhs at the wicked impact, some Polly Patriots gasp cursing Smith for cruelty and trying to injure the blonde. The referee doesn’t side with them, but he does kneel down beside Polly checking on the True American. Smith takes some time before she returns to vertical this time, the referee tries to back Wendy off, but Polly is still conscious and not in contact with the ropes or corner right now. Smith hooks her hand around the fabric between Polly’s breast and pulls her up to a seated position. Switching her grip from top to under both of Lockwood’s arms, Wendy struggles to get the dead weight up on to her shoulder. Polly hangs over Wendy’s broad shoulder as the brunette grunts lifts the blonde on to a seat on the top turnbuckle.
The PA Powerhouse leans her forehead against Polly’s stomach taking a few breaths before standing up and pulling Lockwood’s head down. Smith position’s the True American’s head so the back of her neck is pressed against Wendy’s shoulder. The Brunette then grabs the back of Lockwood’s knees and lifts her off the turnbuckle and walks out to the center of the Squared Circle. The FAWNatics are on their feet now, the N.G.N. is a well known Finisher and there doesn’t seem to be any Alternate Facts that will get Polly out of this one. The Suplex Machine sits out, the move commonly called a muscle buster crushes Lockwood and slams her into the canvas.
N.G.N.
Polly’s body bounces several inches off the canvas and lands a second time, her body in a patriotic spread eagle. Smith turns over and crawls over to her enemy, Wendy slowly drags her sweat soaked sports bra over Lockwood’s vacant features. The left leaning Suplex Machine grinds her gurls into Polly’s mug, but only for a moment before planting both palms on Polly’s big mounds and presses down. Wendy in push up position grinds down on the blonde’s orbs flattening them against her ribs as the referee makes the count.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The Power Plant fans roar as they counted along with the official, Wendy holds her spot for a bit longer, those looking close can see her fingers curling into the soft flesh. She gives a final shove that pushes her up on to her boots.
Wendy grinning now walks over to the ref, holding out an arm for him. As the man raises her arm the ring announcer makes it official, “YOUR WINNNER, BY PINFALL….THE PA POWERHOUSE…WENDY SMITH!”
The Rowdier elements of the FAWNatics start chanting, “STRIP HER!” and other such calls. The Suplex Machine seems to consider the requests, The Star Spangled Bytch had treated some of Wendy’s close friends poorly in the past. Lockwood is helpless at the moment and at the brunette’s mercy, Smith’s smile turns crooked as something comes to mind. Walking back to the True American, reaching behind her neck Wendy quickly undoes the knot holding Polly’s top and then grabbing the fabric between the blonde’s mounds jerks the top right off the former Fox correspondent.
Wendy gives the top a twirl as she heads for the ropes, dropping down Smith rolls out of the ring to the arena floor. Looking around Wendy spots what she’s looking for, a Polly Patriot with a Trump hat on and a sign supporting Polly. Walking over Wendy smiles, “You spelled Patriot wrong.” The man looks confused at his own sign, Smith tossing him Polly’s top, “Consider it my way of crossing the aisle.”
The man holds the sweat soaked top and grins at the Suplex Machine as she turns and heads for the back.