Post by bigfan on May 7, 2017 2:19:42 GMT
It was time for all Upstarts of the world to unite and the crowd seemed to realize this. Sensing the Lightweight Championship was up next, they rose to their feet in unison and started to chant “CHLO-EEE. CHLO-EEE.”
WHAT THE HELL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQmEd_UeeIk&feature=player_embedded
As if on cue, the sound of Avril Lavigne’s ‘What the Hell’ signaled the imminent arrival of the dimpled cutie whose loyal fan following among the FAWNatics had few rivals. The crowd hopped to the infectious pop beat and craned their necks toward the stage to gather an eyeful of the bubbly redhead.
CHLOE FIELDS:
STRAW BEARY:
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Bouncing out from backstage came a tawny wisp of a woman. All big dark doe eyes, cherry red mane and cherubic girlish features, Chloe skipped from one side of the stage to the other. Clutched in the challenger’s right hand was the paw of a fluffy, pink teddy bear, her bestest buddy, Straw Beary. The tiny Upstart gyrated playfully around the grating, joyously pumping her fist with the crowd to Avril’s accompaniment. She held up her bear and had Straw wave to the crowd. The masses, mesmerized, waved back to the pink plushie as the Announcer officially heralded her arrival.
“Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN Lightweight Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger, hailing from Boca Raton, Florida…” Some isolated pockets in the Orlando crowd popped for Boca. “Standing five feet two inches and weighing in at one hundred and nine pounds this is…CHLOE…STRAWBERRY…FIELDS!”
The redheaded ingénue skipped down the ramp, dressed in a pink and black ruffled two piece with mini-skirt bottoms.
Chloe zig-zagged to each side of the aisle, slapping hands with the fans and beaming from ear to ear. FAWN’s resident angel reached the ring and took a lap, making acquaintance with nearly every front row ticket purchaser while introducing her pink cub to the fans. Fields held Straw Beary close to her chest and waved his paw at the FAWNatics, the bear getting a high-five from one fan that drew a chirpy chuckle from Fields.
Reaching the steps, Chloe sauntered up, proceeded halfway down the apron, and slipped through the ropes. She lip-synced along with her music while hopping around the ring before settling in her corner.
She set Straw Beary under the bottom buckle so he could keep a watchful set of button eyes on the title proceedings. Chloe waved buh-bye for the moment and moved to the center, bouncing in place and waiting for the bubble-blowing meanie and her chance to set a new course from being a beloved survivor to a cherished champion.
Avril faded into the background din and the Announcer called forth the Lightweight Standard Bearer. “And introducing her opponent, 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, she is the Babyfaced Killer, YOUR Lightweight Champion, GAAABBBBBBYYY MEEENNNDDDOOOZZZAA!!”
GABBY MENDOZA:
ROSE EVANS:
Already loud, the boos threatened to overwhelm the mics as Barely Legal emerged from backstage. Clearly feeling quite smug after hanging a loss on Bunny Cooper at March to War, Mendoza was all swagger and smirk as she strolled the ramp like she owned it. As was her right as champ, Gabby led the way with Rose—the shorter and fairer skinned of the two—trailing. Evans took the opportunity to give her partner a shoulder massage on the way to the squared circle and her piercing gaze never once left the pathetic imitation of a challenger waiting in the far corner.
Gabby on the other hand paid more attention to the cretins and wonks straining their inevitably sticky fingers in her direction, though this increased awareness did not translate into increased respect, not for a single moment. Indeed her lips were pursed in an irritated scowl, though the effect was somewhat lessened by the periodic pink bubbles blossoming from between Mendoza’s lips.
Tonight both women were 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 were encased in thigh high black nylons with white boots. Climbing onto the apron, Rose and Gabby each slipped one leg through the ropes, bending deep at the waist as they swept 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 brash twosome
Mendoza and Evans brushed noses, exchanging an Eskimo kiss, before Gabby pulled the rest of the way into the squared circle. As Rose strolled the apron to Mendoza’s corner, Gabby blew a bubble in the direction of Chloe, pointedly making sure it grows too big for the confectionary to remain inflated, the pink film bursting with a loud ‘POP!’
“I get it.” Gabby noted once the gum was once again between her molars. “The bunny wabbit came up short, so they sent the big bad teddy bear.” she rolled her eyes and sighed, the disdain evident on her face. “That’s a shytty f*cking plan, which is about what I’d expect from you idiots.” Chloe only frowned, so the champ tossed her belt to Al Carpenter and headed back to confer with the only person in the building worthy of her attention.
The bell sounded with Rose still on the apron talking strategy. “She’s not on your level,” the Smartest Girl in the Room assured her friend. “But she’s persistent and knows how to come back from heavy punishment.”
Gabby nodded, looked over to the far corner, where Chloe was watching the champ with an uncharacteristically serious expression on her delicate features. Mendoza sighed, unable to believe she really had to waste time disposing of this little pink Girl Scout. “How seriously do I have to take this?” she asked Evans.
“Just serious enough to make sure she knows her place.” Rose would’ve said more, but Carpenter was making that obnoxious ‘hurry it up’ face, so she patted Gabby on the shoulder instead. “Chew her up and spit her out, champ.”
The Froot Stripe Fanatic pursed her lips and blew an almost comically large pink bubble. “Hear that?” Mendoza asked Rose after she’d dismissed it with an audible ‘pop!’. “That’s the sound of her dreams dying.”
If Chloe heard this she paid it no mind, the diminutive redheaded Upstart was so focused on the Lightweight Title that she’d settled into a sort of tunnel vision. Her focus narrowed further still when she strode out of the corner to meet the much slower moving champion. Kind to a fault, even to those who wished her nothing but harm, Fields took a deep breath and extended a hand to Gabby. “I just wanted to say--”
Mendoza offered a hand of her own, though the brunette’s was held less than an inch from the challenger’s nose. “Don’t waste your breath, Chloe. Just… don’t. Look, I get that you ‘earned’ this shot and all, but no one in this building actually believes you’re going to do anything but get pulped into strawberry jam. So just do us both a favor and go away before--”
Cheers from the crowd as Chloe curled a hand around her opponent’s wrist and gently pulled it aside. “If you want me to go away,” she told the skeptical champ, “you’ll have to MAKE me go away.”
Mendoza sighed, the sound that of a woman about to set out on a menial but odious chore. “Fine, if that’s the way you--” the Babyfaced Killer wrenched her hand out of the challenger’s grip and swung a Haymaker that whipped through the space recently occupied by Chloe’s head. Dipping around behind the larger brunette, Fields drew her right arm all the way across her chest and CRAAACKED Mendoza’s bustier the instant she turned around. Gabby gaped, stepped back, put a hand to her chest.
“Ok, Bytch-Face. Is that how you want NNNNNGGHHHH!” Chloe snatched Mendoza’s left wrist in both hands and promptly tweaked her shoulder and elbow with an Arm Wringer. Then she halved the grip, sprang and fell back, flicking out her left leg in the process. The Strawberry Blast caromed off the side of Gabby’s skull and dropped her to the mat in slow motion, Rose’s eyes wide with shock and horror as Fields scrabbled across her chest for the biggest upset of the year.
STRAWBERRY BLAST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qv4vW1gvZtM
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
“Oh thank god.” Evans let out a relieved sigh when her partner kicked out with half a second to spare. Regaining her usual calm almost immediately thereafter, Rose pounded on the apron with both hands, then reached under the bottom rope. “Over here, Gabs! Lets have a little conference on the floor!”
Her head still ringing from the little tramp’s sneaky kick, Mendoza flopped onto her stomach and started crawling toward Rose’s voice as quickly as she could. Behind her, an incredulous Chloe couldn’t believe the Lightweight Champion was already trying to cut and run! Lucky for her she shook it off just in time to snatch Mendoza’s boots. Evans, who’d grabbed Gabby’s wrists a heartbeat prior, looked to the brunette and said, “Hold on, this might be unpleasant.” That proved a bit of an understatement as the blonde half of Barely Legal planted one foot against the ring apron and pushed off as hard as she could! The extra leverage allowed her to drag Gabby more than halfway out of the ring, unfortunately it meant the champ’s chest and belly were scraaaaaaped against the rough canvas.
“OWWWW! DAMMIT ROSE, THAT F*CKING HURTS!” Gaby bellowed.
Evans nodded sympathetically, but made no move to let her friend go. Instead she focused her attention on Al Carpenter and demanded, “She’s in the ropes, make that brat let go!”
“She’s actually under the ropes.” the official corrected. “And only because you helped her get there. So YOU let go or I’ll send you to the--”
Another pained shriek from Mendoza as Chloe got low and scurried back several paces which meant Gabby got dragged along the deck for the second time in less than a minute. Shaking her head ‘no, no, no’ even no this wasn’t even a sort of legal submission predicament, Gabby yowled, “LET GO OF MY FEET YOU NASTY LITTLE BYTCH OR I’LL OOFFFH!”
Fields actually did let go, so Rose’s momentum dragged the strained brunette back to the (relative) safety of the strands. Suddenly not interested in an awkward head-first drop to the floor, the frazzled brunette eased her way back into the ring and clambered to her knees, where she promptly collapsed over the middle rope. “There!” the blonde pointed to Mendoza’s white-knuckled hands. “She’s in the ropes, now make Polly Pocket over there back the hell AAAARRRGGHHHH!”
Not nearly as guileless as her foes believed, Chloe rushed the ropes, sprang over and STAMPED down on Rose’s encroaching hand! Evans cleared off at once, holding her mashed fingers beneath one armpit and hollering to the official about the injustice of it all. Chloe paid her no mind, she’d already darted back inside the ring to keep the pressure on Mendoza. And keep it she did. Quick to note the brunette’s vulnerable position in the strands, the pink-clad Upstart ran to the corner on Gabby’s right and hopped onto the middle rope and vaulted out into the void. No Suicide Dive this, Fields snatched the rubber-coated steel in mid-flight and used it to swing herself down and into a snug Dropkick that THWHACKED off the side of her opponent’s head! Gabby grunted and toppled onto her back, both legs pinned awkwardly beneath her torso as she squinted up into the hot overhead lights.
WRECKING BALL DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_4tHToiRP1A
Out on the apron, Chloe glared at Rose, who’d retreated to the opposite corner to nurse her hurtin’ hand. “Keep an eye on her, ok, Al?” Carpenter pointed a wary finger at Evans, leaving Fields to focus on Gabby, who was starting to rise. Gripping the middle rope in both hands, the limber little redhead dropped into a deep crouch and leaned back to get maximum tension on the ropes. She held this pose until Mendoza got to her feet, then she slung her way into a gorgeous tumble and popped up in a straight vertical leap, the apex of which saw her catch Mendoza‘s chin in both hands! Gabby didn’t even have time to ‘eep’ before Chloe laid out and THAWHAMMED the reeling champion flat on the back of her head and shoulders with a gorgeous Neckbreaker! Mendoza’s legs popped up like she’d been Powerbombed, so Fields caught both and folded her in half while the ref tolled off…
FROOT ROLL-UP NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mVVQAhAmb5Y
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TWO…
Gabby wriggled free, saving her title reign with a full second to spare. Fields didn’t argue the results with Al, she simply got up and jogged to the nearest corner and leapt into a perch in the high rent district. “Oh what is this horseshyt?!” Rose shouted as she sprang onto the apron. “Are you going to let that little ass-hat just bounce around the ring all night?”
Give Al credit, the man interposed himself between Evans and the action without a second thought, however it distracted Chloe just long enough for Gabby to rush in and shove the challenger’s legs out from underneath! There was a BWUUUNG, followed by an arena full of sympathetic groans as Chloe came crashing down crotch-first on the top turnbuckle!
Mendoza leaned against the ropes, drawing in great lungfuls of air while a couple feet away, Strawberry’s face was etched in agony. Hands buried between her thighs, she painfully tried to extricate herself from the guidewire thrust into her undercarriage.
Whimpering, the doe-eyed challenger rose to a stance on either middle rope, plucking at the pink spandex that had been thrust higher than was ever meant. Gabby climbed to the inside of the same cables then stepped to the top, precariously balancing as she welcomed Fields to the penthouse.
Drawing the redhead’s noggin under an arm, the Babyfaced Killer snatched a handful of trunks at the hip and LAUNCHED the Upstart high into the Orlando sky. Together, they proceeded to the deck far below, Chloe SLAMMING into the deck with incredible force from the Superplex perpetrated by the Terrible Texan.
Chloe hit with enough impact she bounced several inches off the deck before settling in a mewling mostly motionless starfish. Gabby, blew a small pink bubble, the first evidence she remained conscious after the fall. She spun up to all fours, moved to Chloe’s side and draped her body tight to that of Strawberry, hooking Fields’ far leg for good measure to get the…
ONE…
TWO…
Chloe shot a shoulder up in time, maintaining her challenge while nearly forcing Rose to blow a gasket.
“Three! She was down for three!” Evans insisted, slapping both hands down on the apron then running her fingers through her long strawberry blonde tresses, incredulous at the stupidity of Carpenter.
Inside the ring, Mendoza didn’t yet have the energy to fight about the slow count. Still, she’s in better shape than her counterpart and she slowly rose, dragging Chloe along with her by the hair.
Moving toward the corner from whence the women had come, Gabby positioned herself a few feet from the buckles, her back toward them. The Bubblegum Brunette again captured Chloe in a Front Facelock and slipped her head under the arm of the lethargic tawny-skinned redhead.
The champ RIPPED Strawberry off her boot leather and Snap Suplexed the former Cirque de Soleil star into the lower and middle buckles, the back of Chloe’s head hitting the lower of the two.
TURNBUCKLE SNAP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YQWQJRqqUKg
The maneuver made Rose significantly more chipper and Gabby kipped to her feet, the perkiness of the Babyfaced Killer reemerging. She turned to face the Upstart wreckage and delighted in seeing the bubbly redhead bursting with aches and pains.
Dipping, Mendoza surrounded Chloe’s tanned, trim midriff, cinching her arms tight, and lifted the yipping Fields. With Chloe already overturned and in the buckles, it’s a short if slow, muscle-testing trip upward to place FAWN’s sweetheart in a Tree of Woe. Skillfully, the champion tied up the legs of the squirming Strawberry and had the bedimpled superstar stuck.
“Get her out of there, Gabriella,” Al demanded
Mendoza offered a large pink balloon of Bubble Yum instead of a ‘yes sir’. The Latina raced for the opposite corner and slapped the top buckle before spinning and sprinting for Fields. Carpenter, who’d been working to free Chloe, evacuated when his own health came into question and left Chloe to be NAILED by an Inverted Bronco Buster from the Babyfaced Killer.
Gabby SLAMMED her crotch into the overturned if still adorable mug of the Upstart and, when Mendoza snatched the ropes on either side, she proceeded to give Chloe a faceful a full TEN TIMES before dismounting the demolished, glass-eyed Fields.
As the beaming Barely Legal brunette walked over to Rose to chatter about what she’s just done to the unworthy challenger, Fields was finally freed by the Carpenter and dropped into a jumbled, shellshocked heap.
“The only thing more embarrassing than being that little wannabe would be getting beat by her,” Rose chuckled, offering the champ a high five.
“Then it’s good she’s on her way to another humiliating defeat,” Gabby responds. “And I’m already considering where we’re partying tonight. Somewhere on International Drive, I’m thinking.”
Mendoza slapped palms with her Barely Legal cohort.
“You got it, Gabs,” Evans responded, pulling out her iPhone. “I’m on it.”
Mendoza turned to see a recovering Fields pushing to her feet and the Babyfaced Killer charged. The FAWNatics pled with their beloved Strawberry to find the approaching Texan out of the corner of her eye but the Boca native wasn’t in condition and Gabby THWHACKED Chloe in the chin with a Flying Forearm Smash.
The Upstart’s head snap might give someone whiplash just watching it. When Chloe stumbled into the ropes behind her, her arms caught on the top cable and she somersaulted over, crashing into the apron harshly on the way to the floor.
Mendoza seemed disappointed with the departure, having wrested control from the challenger, but the Babyfaced Killer quickly overcame her grief and chatted up Al, promising the ref she didn’t mean to send Fields tumbling out of the squared circle.
While the little Latina made her argument, Rose scurried to the crash site and sank her nails into Strawberry’s locks. She hauled Chloe to unsteady feet and leveled a forearm at the dazed features of the challenger.
But as Rose fired, the Upstart showed her grit and raised a blocking left in defense. She spun Evans’s back into the edge of the apron and delivered a healthy helping of forearm to the Smartest Girl in the Room. And another. And another.
Pinned against the apron, Rose’s only choice to avoid the continued battering was to shove Chloe back a step and slide in under the ropes. She pushed to wobbly feet within.
Her distraction of Carpenter complete, Gabby shoved the man aside and proved she was distracted as well as Mendoza helped the entering woman up and sent a right cross CRASHING into her jaw, decking the blonde.
It’s only then Gabby notices she’s knocked her partner flat and not her challenger. Confused, to say the least, things became even more bewildering when Chloe reached in under the bottom rope and pulled Mendoza’s feet out from under her, the back of the Texan’s head thumping against the thinly-sheathed plywood.
The effervescent Strawberry didn’t have blood in her eyes, but it’s at least extra fizzy root beer. She tugged her foe out to meet her.
To her credit, Gabby landed on her feet and swung a scythe-like Clothesline at the neck of the redhead. But Chloe ducked and grabbed Mendoza’s braincase over her shoulder as they pass. The Upstart laid out and delivered Gabby to the barely padded cement with a Jumping Neckbreaker.
JUMPING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Zbv_-I_5d8
It’s Chloe’s turn to kip to her feet, her effort drawing a roar from the crowd. With Gabby down at her feet and Evans horizontal in the ring, the challenger looked to reverse that circumstance.
With Al rolling Rose out under the ropes, Fields accepted the illegal Barely Legal participant into her arms. She transferred her grip to a wrist and, just in time for a rising Mendoza, buggywhipped one partner toward the other.
Rose and Gabby had a meeting of the minds as their foreheads CLAPPED together, Mendoza taking the brunt and rocketing to her back while Evans stumbled in a 180 back into Chloe’s clutches.
“Thanks, Rose,” Strawberry teased, the women nose to nose, Fields’ arms wrapping around Evans’ tummy. “Couldn’t have done it without your smarts.”
Strawberry Belly-to-Belly’s Rose to the arena floor, Evans arching her back in anguish after the landing, an arm reaching to the base of her spine.
Chloe, noticing the rising count of Carpenter, scooped Gabby from all fours and tossed her into the ring, sliding in close behind.
The redhead popped to her feet and turned to the crowd.
“Anyone want to see this meanie get what she deserves?”
The assembled are 99% in the affirmative and Chloe nodded with a beaming dimpled smile, daring all those in the audience not to say ‘awww’ when she turned with determination to take it to the bratty lightweight champion.
There only people in the FAWN Arena not rooting for Fields at that moment were the Lightweight Champ and her second, Rose effectively reduced to a non-issue following Chloe’s clever subversion of the numbers game. That left Gabby alone to do her own dirty work, a task she started by rolling to the middle of the squared circle. ‘Ok’ the woozy brunette thought as she came to a stop looking up at the lights. ‘This’ll give me some time. Little brat’s gonna want to play to the crowd or her stupid f*cking-’ “UUUNNNNGGGGHHH!”
This uncharitable train of thought was derailed when Chloe landed back-first across the champion’s exposed midsection. Bopping to her feet like hitting a picture perfect Slingshot Senton was no big deal, Fields raced to the far side of the squared circle, vaulted onto the middle strand and hurled herself back the way she’d came in a flawless Quebrada. The THWHAP of tummy-on-tummy violence was still ringing through the air when the challenger hooked Mendoza’s far leg and pulled it close for…
VERY BERRY COMBO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bEPLqSMOhSg
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TWO…
Gabby got a hand under Chloe’s chin and shoved her away with as much spite as she could muster with almost no air in her lungs. Angered not by the palming itself but the disrespect it implied, the pink-clad battler hurried to her feet, then left them in a gorgeous vertical leap that brought her right knee down on the brunette’s left shoulder.
“Wanna try that again?” Chloe snapped, looking and sounding for all the world like Lisa Frank’s vision of an enraged wolverine. “Come on, Gabby! Get up and try to shove that sticky little mitt in my face again!”
Not quite able to believe that she was enduring shyt talk from Strawberry by God Fields, Mendoza rolled away, pushed to one knee and flipped hair out of her eyes. “Watch what you say next, little girl.” she threatened. “I disarmed a Cherry Bomb, smashing a Strawberry Shortcake is worlds easier.”
“You didn’t disarm crap!” Field’s tone surprised even her, but it didn’t stop the redhead from continuing. “You pinned your own stupid partner to win the belt, then played it off like it was all part of the plan, but EVERYBODY knows Rose does all the hard work and you’re just the muscle!”
Gabby was on her feet now, the brunette’s eyes narrowed to hateful slits. “Anything else on your mind, brat?” she asked, her voice a sibilant hiss. “Go on and get it all out before I tear you apart.”
“Talk, talk, talk!” Chloe made a puppet with one hand and set it to blathering next to her own ear. “S’posed to be so tuff and mean, but neither of you can do a danged thing on your own.” the challenger beamed as a thought crossed her mind. “Hey, I guess that makes you BOTH Straw Bea--”
Mendoza came at her in a whirlwind of teeth and claws, the infuriated Texan looking to leave the ring picking pulp from her teeth. Fields didn’t make it easy for her though, indeed she earned a frustrated curse from the champ when she swooped beneath the lunge and ended with Gabby’s back in a tight Waistlock. Or it would’ve been tight if Mendoza hadn’t curled her claws into Chloe’s wrists and squeezed hard enough to make her shriek in pain. Wheeling around behind the instant she’d prized her foe’s hands apart, Gabby secured her own Waistlock and strengthened it with a few (ok, several) stiff Kneelifts to Field’s backside. “You should thank God that Rosie is at ringside tonight, Bytch Face.” Mendoza cooed in her opponent’s ear. “She’s about the only one in this building who could pull me off of your bony ass after the match is UNNGGHH OOOOWWW!”
Certain that Gabby meant everything she said, Chloe drove the back of her head into the brunette’s cheek with a short Headbutt and followed it with a hard stomp on opposing toes! The Babyfaced Killer let loose and started to scurry away, alas, the Upstart wasn’t having it. Pivoting so she could curl her left arm around Medoza’s left bicep, Fields claimed the champ’s left wrist with her other hand and dropped down into a near split that forced Gabby down flat on her tummy. Even worse, Chloe was leeeeeeaaaaaaning back against her rival’s shoulder even as she CRANKED on the captured arm!
SPLIT LEG FUJIWARA ARMBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fSnO9z4T0LM
“AAAAARRRRRHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOO!” Gabby refused Carpenter’s questions of surrender even as the Fujiwara Armbar did terrible things to her elbow and shoulder.
“GIVE IT UP, GABBY!” Chloe barked after the first round of refusal. “YOU THINK ROSIE’S GONNA COME BY TO SIGN YOUR CAST? NO! SHE’S GONNA TRY TO GET YOUR REMATCH FOR HERSOOOWWW! STOP THAT!”
Mendoza raked the challenger’s lower back again, clearly hoping to make her relinquish the Armbar. “Let go of me, asshole.” she growled. “Or you’ll spend your summer vacation in a body caAAAAAGGHHHHH SHHHIIIIIT!” Chloe shifted her legs into a full split and leaned back to the point where even Al groaned for Gabby’s shoulder.
Out on the floor, Rose Evans forced herself to rise a little faster when the ‘TAP!’ chants started. Good thing too, as Gabby’s right hand looked mighty fluttery hanging there a few inches above the mat. “DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, GABS!” she bellowed. “THIS CHICK ISN’T FIT TO CARRY YOUR GUM, SO STOP WHINING AND GET OVER HERE!”
Far easier said that done considering the immense strain on her shoulder, yet the blonde’s words gave Mendoza an idea. Driving her free elbow into the canvas, she shifted into her attacker as best she could, then reached over and--
“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”
Chloe wailed to the rafters as the brunette tested her resolve with a murderous wedgie. Cutting off another scream behind clenched teeth, she looked to the ref for relief, alas, Al only shook his head. “Sorry, Chloe. It’s cheap, but it’s not illegal.”
Loathe to abandon a potential match winning hold, Fields poured more torque into the Armbar, a tactic that earned another sadistic, sawing yank from her prey. “Let go, Gabby!” she demanded. “Don’t make me hurt OOOOOOHHHHH YOU DIRTY--”
Mendoza’s last tug brought tears to her eyes and Chloe, still rather untested in the cattier avenues of FAWN gave up the Armbar to deal with her rapidly disappearing togs. As for Gabby, she uttered a sigh that was more of a sob and started clawing her way to the ropes, as there was no way she was gonna roll anywhere with one arm so torn up. Rose’s outstretched hand was only inches away when hands clamped down on her right ankle and yanked her back by at least three feet. “DAMN YOU!” the Bubble Gum Brunette roared as she twisted onto her back. “GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF ME!”
Chloe just grabbed Gabby’s other ankle and pulled her legs off the mat. “Gonna have to make me, ya big jerkOOOOFFFHHH!” Gabby did just that, pulling her knees into her chest, then pistoning her legs out in a Mule Kick that caught Chloe square in the chest. Fields flew backward, landed high n’ tight on the back of her head and immediately rolled to boot-leather. Gabby regained her feet as well, albeit with a great deal less grace. In truth she was barely vertical when the lightning-quick Upstart rushed in and hauled her up with a double handful of “GAAAHHHH!”
Chloe closed so fast she didn’t notice Mendoza’s fingers in her mouth, but she sure as hell noticed when the champ stuck that bright pink wad of Double Bubble between her eyes! Immediately distracted by the gluey encroachment, Fields backed away to deal with the gum and promptly fell prey to a Toe Kick to the belly! Gabby pounced as soon as Chloe doubled over, snatching her noggin in a stiff Front Facelock. No taunts or smugness from the champ now, she simply kicked her feet forward and went down on her to THAWHUNK the crown of Fields’ skull into the deck. Chloe was left sprawled out flat, so Mendoza shoveled her onto her back and climbed aboard for a domineering Double Leg Grapevine good for…
SNAP DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1l7vq62Znl0
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TWO…
Upstart Nation squealed in alarm as the Carpenter’s hand descended for the third slap, but the doe-eyed challenger threw a shoulder up in time to the immediate dismay of the Smartest Girl in the Room.
Rose slammed the apron with an open palm. “Are you kidding me?”
A dazed Chloe, not much more animated than Straw Beary, wobbled on her side and Mendoza decided to pull her back down and hook a leg for…
ONE…
Fields didn’t frighten her crew quite as much this time, kicking out with time to spare.
The bubbleblower rose and settled on her haunches, sweeping her long ebony locks off her forehead and around an ear. She shrugged at her Barely Legal partner and Rose returned the motion.
“Don’t look at me,” Evans added. “Get after her scrawny little ass.”
The Terrible Texan snarled, turning to Strawberry, whose made it to all fours. The champ chomped her sugary chaw.
“And where in the hell?” Gabby asked, rising next to the redhead, not bothering to finish her thought verbally.
Sinking her nails into Fields’ mop, she tugged Chloe to her feet and traded in her grip full of follicles to one on the challenger’s left wrist. The Babyfaced Killer buggywhipped Chloe toward the far corner and the bedimpled beauty raced to the buckles, turning into a heavy collision.
Fields staggered out from the corner and faced a charging Gabby. Mendoza leapt, apparently for a Thesz Press, and the challenger managed to counter, scooping her arms under the thighs of the Barely Legal brat.
Chloe popped her foe overhead, avoiding one problem but quickly finding herself amidst another when the springy Texan landed on the top ropes behind her, Gabby launching into a soaring Moonsault within a split-second.
With Chloe turning to find the champ, the beloved cutie found a lot more of her foe than she bargained, Mendoza CRUSHING her to the canvas with the acrobatic press.
MOONSAULT PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qzgUyOI1TdI
Strawberry was flattened under the plummeting Gabby and, ending atop her foe, Mendoza scooted to a reverse straddle of the challenger’s waist, plucked a tawny leg off the canvas and tugged it to her chest for the pin and the win with a…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Chloe yipped out a breathless but defiant ‘NO’ as she threw her body to the side and Al agreed with two raised fingers.
An apoplectic Gabby dropped Fields’ raised stem and ran both sets of fingers through her mane, shrieking in frustration.
“I’m a goddamn superstar,” the Terrible Texan shouted. “You’re a dessert topping.”
Gabby rose to a full kneel then dropped her backside into the taut, golden tummy of the Upstart, driving the point of her tailbone home. Chloe jackknifes around the tiny taut derriere, doe eyes bugging. She falls flat to the canvas but surprisingly quickly lifts her palms to Mendoza’s spine and shoves her forward, Gabby lurching off her foe and scrambling to her feet.
The Bubblegum Brunette spun, charged, and planted her left foot beside the challenger to send a right-footed Soccer Kick at the chest of the seated Chloe, only to have the redhead drop to her back and let Gabby’s boot fly over.
As Mendoza’s skidded to a stop, Fields kipped to her feet, drawing a roar from the crowd that was quickly shut the hell up when the Latina pivoted into a Super Kick that CRAACKED Chloe flush under the chin. The redhead was sent into a violent backpedal and flopped through the ropes, crashing to the apron outside before spilling to the floor a half-dozen feet down the way from the Smartest Girl in the Room.
Al’s eyes immediately turned to Rose and she responded with incredulity.
“What? Did I do ANYTHING?”
Carpenter can’t help but feel a bit guilty and Gabby spun him to face her and her wrath.
“How dare you!” Mendoza cried, going nose to nose with the zebra.
Instantly, Rose sped toward a rising Chloe and lifted a knee into the redhead’s chest, sending Fields reeling into the metal barricade, pushing the steel into the knees of several now injured FAWNatic denizens.
As the paying customers winced, rubbing their knees, Evans was on the back of Strawberry, grabbing at a shoulder and hip to dump the bubbly Upstart into her crew. Rose got Chloe up to tiptoes before Fields threw an elbow behind her and THUMPED it into Evans’s temple.
Freed from the Barely Legal grip, Chloe rounded on Gabby’s partner with a do-si-do and exchanged positions, then heaved Rose, making her the Smartest Girl in the Front Row.
A slackjawed Gabby watched over the shoulder of the distracted Carpenter. All pretense in Mendoza’s face gone, Al turned to find Chloe ready to reenter with a grin. She moved to the outside of her corner and snatched Straw Beary for a quick loving hug before putting him back in place and hopping to the apron. Grabbing the top rope, the former circus star flung herself in, Mendoza aghast at the great condition her challenger was in upon her return.
Still, Gabby didn’t tarry, charging Chloe the second the redhead’s boots hit the canvas. Fields leaned into the buckles behind her. Using the top ropes on either side, she lifted her abbreviated but powerful legs to thump a pair of boots into the charging Mendoza’s chest. Gabby was U-turned by the impact, the dark-haired grappler staggering away for a few steps before turning and returning at full speed.
Chloe leapt into the middle ropes to her right, grabbing the top strand with both hands, and bounds off, rotating into a wickedly accurate Springboard Short Kick that left Mendoza dazed, ending on her haunches, more than a little wobbly.
SPRINGBOARD SHORT KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFbcmW6XwJk
Sticking her landing, Chloe was off like a shot to the ropes to the champ’s far side. She sprinted out of the rebound and PLASTERED Gabby’s temple with a Shining Wizard that left Mendoza splayed in a motionless starfish, arms and legs wide.
SHINING WIZARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GynILJCsmfo
With the crowd roaring, Chloe hopped to her feet and sprang into a cherry-on-top Senton to the gulping midriff of the Barely Legal brat. It’s Gabby’s turn to be made a ‘V’ under her foe. Slowly, she melted to the canvas, shoulders down for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
And like Chloe before her, Gabby refused to lose, tossing a shoulder off the deck in time.
Fields leaned back and sighed, her pretty face uncharacteristically grim but not all frustrated. Nodding agreement with some internal dictum, the challenger skipped to boot leather and forced Gabby to do the same, albeit in far clumsier fashion. Give the devil her due, Mendoza raised her hands to clinch, unfortunately the surging Upstart shot right through her defenses to pepper the brunette’s cheeks with a flurry of blurry Palm Strikes! The assault quickly moved south, Fields treating herself to some time on the speed bag in the form of Gabby’s abs, which she pik-pak-pekked with no less than half a dozen jabs. From there she PWAAAKED a Side Kick into her foe’s left thigh, Gabby yelping and bobbling backward as she was reduced to one leg.
A flummoxed Rose ran a hand through her hair, then pounded a fist against the apron. “C’mon Gabz! You’re letting that little pissant kick the shyt out of, oh f*ck me!” Chloe laid a stiff kick across her opponent’s chest, wheeled around on her left foot and THWHAPPED the right into Gabby’s belly to end the Strawberry Medley with a Back Kick that dropped the Ballistic Bubble Blower to her knees!
STRAWBERRY MEDLEY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=A8X9v5NhjKM
Ignoring the roar of the crowd (and perhaps Straw Beary himself) urging her to go for the cover, Chloe hit the ropes on her six, sprinted back to the penitent punk and took to the skies with a hop just high enough to ‘smeck’ her legs around Mendoza’s neck. Then she torqued her hips and twisted over onto her belly to THWHONK the crown of the brunette’s noggin into the mat with a frothy fusion of Headscissors and DDT. Dark eyes as shiny as some of her favorite confections, Gabby rolled to her back and offered minimal protest when Fields dove onto her chest for the…
HEADSCISSORS DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3L-sGzzvnEY
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
The gorgeous gum enthusiast proved her championship chops again, her resilience earning a soft, frustrated moan from the challenger. “Get used to it, imbecile!” Rose taunted from her place outside. “The only accessory you’ll ever strap around your waist is the fanny pack that holds your milk money!” Chloe dealt with that particular irritation by bringing her trademark ponytail back under control with a quick two handed tug. With that set to rights, she got up and went straight to the corner presided over by FAWN’s favorite tiny pink bear. Sparing Beary the quickest of waves, the pink-clad redhead grabbed the top rope in both hands and leapt to the top floor in the blink of an eye.
Very aware of the sea of cameras and phones going off around her, Chloe managed to offer her fans a beaming smile without once taking her eyes off the recovering champion. Good thing too, as Mendoza abruptly rolled to her stomach and struggled to one knee. “BEHIND YOU, GABZ!” Rose shouted at the top of her lungs! “SHE’S BEHIND YOU, YA GOTTA GET--”
The Babyfaced Killer turned around (against her partner’s advice) at the exact moment Chloe Fields disappeared into the overhead lights. She popped into view half a heartbeat later, the Upstart stretched out to one side in an absolutely gorgeous Diving Crossbody that THWHUMP! Gabby did some leaping of her own, not nearly so high as the challenger, but more than enough to drill a Dropkick deep into Chloe’s exposed abs! Both women went down in a heap, Fields curled up around her ruptured gut, Mendoza still feeling the wrath of her opponent’s surprisingly fierce strikes.
Beside them, Al waited on signs of life for a good five seconds but when he got none the lanky referee was forced to start a count. “ONE… TWO…. THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN…EIG--”
Mendoza and Fields rolled to all fours and started to rise, so Carpenter shut it down and retreated to a neutral corner. “Ya know what you are, Fields?” Gabby sighed once they’d both clambered to verticality. “You’re like a wad of gum I just can’t scrape off my boot.”
“Least my friends believe in me.” Chloe said quietly. “Rose doesn’t think you can win without her, that’s why she’s out OOOOOOWWWW!”
The Terrible Texan CRAAACKED Chloe across the mouth with a Bytch Slap that snapped her head to the side. “You don’t know a goddamned thing, asshole.” Claiming the Upstart’s wrist as her own, Mendoza stepped back, dropped her hips and hurled Fields at the far corner. Strike that, Chloe dug in her heels and sent the champ in her place. There was nothing inherently wrong with either of those options, unfortunately the young ladies were so preoccupied with one another that they didn’t realize their chosen venue was already occupied by a zebra. Now, Al Carpenter was no newb, he was second in seniority only to Nick Castle and the gangly dope knew how to get out of the way fast. Such was the case here, as he vacated the posts a heartbeat before Gabby whipped around and BWUUUNGED into the spot he’d so recently occupied. Disaster still might’ve been averted if the champ hadn’t shrieked and gasped, “AAAWWW GAHD, MY BACK!”
Instinct took over and Al ground to a halt, unaware that Chloe had just thrown herself into a back handspring. “Gabs are you ok, can you stanWHOOANNNGGHHHH!”
Mendoza snatched him by the collar and jerked him close, human shield style. As far as devilish plans went it was pretty good, the only real lapse on Gabz’ part was underestimating just how much momentum Fields put behind the elbow. She only learned when THWHUMPED beneath challenger and zebra in an Avalanche worse than the blow she’d meant to avoid. Of course Chloe didn’t escape unfazed either. The collision with Carpenter’s back threw her off balance, and she was damned near buried in her own black n’ white avalanche when tumbled backward out of the corner. In the end Gabby ended up sprawled out flat on her face, Carpenter was splayed out to one side and Chloe on her back with a hand pressed to her aching forehead.
“GET UP GABBY, NOW’S THE TIME!” Rose Evans shouted over the crowd. “PICK HER UP AND BURST HER BUBBLE!” But the champ didn’t burst anyone’s bubble, she just stayed on the mat and sucked wind while the crowd urged Chloe to take the gold from the Barely Legal Brat. “Shyt on this.” Rose muttered as she broke into a jog. “If you can’t get it done, I’ll do it for you. Wouldn’t be the first time.” Diving in beside a corner directly across from the scene of the accident, Rose grabbed hold of the top rope in both hands and leaaaaaaaned forward as far as she could, the Smartest Girl in the Room straight-up honed in on the slowly recovering the challenger. Of course the fans were honed in on Rose herself, alas, with Al still clearing the cobwebs there was no one to shoo the blonde away.
Oblivious to the threat at her back, Chloe sat up and spied Gabby struggling to one knee. Bolstered by a wall of noise from the crowd, the pink-clad grappler rose to her full height and demanded, “Put in a fresh piece and lets finish this, Gabby! You can have all the gum you want, I’ll take that ti--”
“Hey, idiot.” Chloe turned around to find Rose bearing down with murder in her eyes. Reacting without thinking, Fields dropped into a gorgeous split just as Evans took to the skies and lashed out with her right foot in a sick Single Leg Dropkick that… struck Gabby square on the chin. Eyes wide well before the ‘YOU F’D UP!’ chants began, Rose scrambled to boot leather and plunged both hands into her hair. “F*cking shyt, Gabz! What the hell were you thinking? I didn’t mean to huUUNNNNGGGHHHHH!”
Chloe spun her around, hopped up and slapped on a Three Quarters Facelock just in time to PLANT Evans’s face on the canvas with an Ace Crusher! Rose bounced hard but rolled out of the ring at once, her last smart move of the evening.
Left all alone with the poleaxed champ, a wide-eyed Chloe Fields looked around for guidance and was nearly overwhelmed when she realized everyone was on their feet! Shaking off the worst of that heady disorientation, she raced over to Gabby, snatched a wrist and peeled her off the mat in fits and starts. Polite to a fault, Fields warned, “Don’t swallow your gum!” as she stepped back and slung Mendoza into the corner with a truncated Irish Whip that BWUUUNGED her chest-first against the top turnbuckle. Breathless and barely mobile, the Babyfaced Killer turned around and shuffled in the direction of her adversary. No need to rush, Chloe was already heading for the brunette at breakneck speed.
Damned if Gabby didn’t throw a weary Clothesline, alas, Fields dipped it, hooked onto her outstretched arm and hopped up across her shoulders for a Crucifix. No wait, the redhead broke her hooks and shifted around so her tummy was on Mendoza’s back and both arms were around her waist. Ok, so it was a Sunset Fl-’OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!’ Chloe locked her legs around Gabby’s head and flipped over onto her butt to spike the brunette’s skull against the mat with a resounding THUD! Gabby did a great impression of a tent spike, then slopped out in a boneless starfish.
FIELDS DAY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FOZFZboqdY
“Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseple--” the Upstart repeated it like a mantra as she rolled across Gabby’s midriff in a Back Press and hooked both legs tight. Several eternities later (it was actually only a second or two) Al Carpenter dragged himself over and joined the FAWNatics in counting….
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
A seemingly electrified Chloe sprang off the demolished FORMER Lightweight Champion and started sprinting in a circle around the ring, squealing with delight. On one circuit, she scooped up Straw Beary and danced madly with her bestest bear.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and the NEW FAWN Lightweight Champion… STRAWBERRY FIELDS!”
On the outside, Rose managed to prop her elbows on the apron and stared in amazement at the sight of her partner’s title reign having gone bye-bye. Evans muttered under her breath then starts to skulk in under the bottom rope.
Shouts of concern alerted Fields and she dropped into a crouch, ready to waylay Rose with Beary, but the blonde, on all fours, held up a pleading hand. She grabbed Gabby’s wrist and dragged the insensate Babyfaced Killer with her to the ring’s edge, Mendoza's pink chaw dribbling to the canvas from between burbling lips.
Carpenter, a bit tardy on delivery, handed over the Lightweight gold to Chloe and the party started anew, the get-together growing as Katya, Elizabeth and Sammie raced into the ring to celebrate their fellow Upstart’s title victory.
On the outside, Gabby now in Rose’s lap as Evans reclined against the steel barricade, finally started to recover a few of her wits and yanked at her locks in frustration, screaming in anger.
The sound grabbed the attention of the new Champion who moved to the ropes overlooking Barely Legal. Chloe held her hard-won prize high in her left hand and the wandering wad of gum in the right. She tossed the pink goop at the defeated Gabby, the sugary chaw landing in Mendoza's hair, drawing another scream of rage from the former champ.
“Get used to losing, meanie,” Strawberry yelled loud, clear, and joyously. “Upstarts rule and you drool!”
WHAT THE HELL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQmEd_UeeIk&feature=player_embedded
As if on cue, the sound of Avril Lavigne’s ‘What the Hell’ signaled the imminent arrival of the dimpled cutie whose loyal fan following among the FAWNatics had few rivals. The crowd hopped to the infectious pop beat and craned their necks toward the stage to gather an eyeful of the bubbly redhead.
CHLOE FIELDS:
STRAW BEARY:
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Bouncing out from backstage came a tawny wisp of a woman. All big dark doe eyes, cherry red mane and cherubic girlish features, Chloe skipped from one side of the stage to the other. Clutched in the challenger’s right hand was the paw of a fluffy, pink teddy bear, her bestest buddy, Straw Beary. The tiny Upstart gyrated playfully around the grating, joyously pumping her fist with the crowd to Avril’s accompaniment. She held up her bear and had Straw wave to the crowd. The masses, mesmerized, waved back to the pink plushie as the Announcer officially heralded her arrival.
“Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN Lightweight Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger, hailing from Boca Raton, Florida…” Some isolated pockets in the Orlando crowd popped for Boca. “Standing five feet two inches and weighing in at one hundred and nine pounds this is…CHLOE…STRAWBERRY…FIELDS!”
The redheaded ingénue skipped down the ramp, dressed in a pink and black ruffled two piece with mini-skirt bottoms.
Chloe zig-zagged to each side of the aisle, slapping hands with the fans and beaming from ear to ear. FAWN’s resident angel reached the ring and took a lap, making acquaintance with nearly every front row ticket purchaser while introducing her pink cub to the fans. Fields held Straw Beary close to her chest and waved his paw at the FAWNatics, the bear getting a high-five from one fan that drew a chirpy chuckle from Fields.
Reaching the steps, Chloe sauntered up, proceeded halfway down the apron, and slipped through the ropes. She lip-synced along with her music while hopping around the ring before settling in her corner.
She set Straw Beary under the bottom buckle so he could keep a watchful set of button eyes on the title proceedings. Chloe waved buh-bye for the moment and moved to the center, bouncing in place and waiting for the bubble-blowing meanie and her chance to set a new course from being a beloved survivor to a cherished champion.
Avril faded into the background din and the Announcer called forth the Lightweight Standard Bearer. “And introducing her opponent, 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, she is the Babyfaced Killer, YOUR Lightweight Champion, GAAABBBBBBYYY MEEENNNDDDOOOZZZAA!!”
GABBY MENDOZA:
ROSE EVANS:
Already loud, the boos threatened to overwhelm the mics as Barely Legal emerged from backstage. Clearly feeling quite smug after hanging a loss on Bunny Cooper at March to War, Mendoza was all swagger and smirk as she strolled the ramp like she owned it. As was her right as champ, Gabby led the way with Rose—the shorter and fairer skinned of the two—trailing. Evans took the opportunity to give her partner a shoulder massage on the way to the squared circle and her piercing gaze never once left the pathetic imitation of a challenger waiting in the far corner.
Gabby on the other hand paid more attention to the cretins and wonks straining their inevitably sticky fingers in her direction, though this increased awareness did not translate into increased respect, not for a single moment. Indeed her lips were pursed in an irritated scowl, though the effect was somewhat lessened by the periodic pink bubbles blossoming from between Mendoza’s lips.
Tonight both women were 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 were encased in thigh high black nylons with white boots. Climbing onto the apron, Rose and Gabby each slipped one leg through the ropes, bending deep at the waist as they swept 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 brash twosome
Mendoza and Evans brushed noses, exchanging an Eskimo kiss, before Gabby pulled the rest of the way into the squared circle. As Rose strolled the apron to Mendoza’s corner, Gabby blew a bubble in the direction of Chloe, pointedly making sure it grows too big for the confectionary to remain inflated, the pink film bursting with a loud ‘POP!’
“I get it.” Gabby noted once the gum was once again between her molars. “The bunny wabbit came up short, so they sent the big bad teddy bear.” she rolled her eyes and sighed, the disdain evident on her face. “That’s a shytty f*cking plan, which is about what I’d expect from you idiots.” Chloe only frowned, so the champ tossed her belt to Al Carpenter and headed back to confer with the only person in the building worthy of her attention.
The bell sounded with Rose still on the apron talking strategy. “She’s not on your level,” the Smartest Girl in the Room assured her friend. “But she’s persistent and knows how to come back from heavy punishment.”
Gabby nodded, looked over to the far corner, where Chloe was watching the champ with an uncharacteristically serious expression on her delicate features. Mendoza sighed, unable to believe she really had to waste time disposing of this little pink Girl Scout. “How seriously do I have to take this?” she asked Evans.
“Just serious enough to make sure she knows her place.” Rose would’ve said more, but Carpenter was making that obnoxious ‘hurry it up’ face, so she patted Gabby on the shoulder instead. “Chew her up and spit her out, champ.”
The Froot Stripe Fanatic pursed her lips and blew an almost comically large pink bubble. “Hear that?” Mendoza asked Rose after she’d dismissed it with an audible ‘pop!’. “That’s the sound of her dreams dying.”
If Chloe heard this she paid it no mind, the diminutive redheaded Upstart was so focused on the Lightweight Title that she’d settled into a sort of tunnel vision. Her focus narrowed further still when she strode out of the corner to meet the much slower moving champion. Kind to a fault, even to those who wished her nothing but harm, Fields took a deep breath and extended a hand to Gabby. “I just wanted to say--”
Mendoza offered a hand of her own, though the brunette’s was held less than an inch from the challenger’s nose. “Don’t waste your breath, Chloe. Just… don’t. Look, I get that you ‘earned’ this shot and all, but no one in this building actually believes you’re going to do anything but get pulped into strawberry jam. So just do us both a favor and go away before--”
Cheers from the crowd as Chloe curled a hand around her opponent’s wrist and gently pulled it aside. “If you want me to go away,” she told the skeptical champ, “you’ll have to MAKE me go away.”
Mendoza sighed, the sound that of a woman about to set out on a menial but odious chore. “Fine, if that’s the way you--” the Babyfaced Killer wrenched her hand out of the challenger’s grip and swung a Haymaker that whipped through the space recently occupied by Chloe’s head. Dipping around behind the larger brunette, Fields drew her right arm all the way across her chest and CRAAACKED Mendoza’s bustier the instant she turned around. Gabby gaped, stepped back, put a hand to her chest.
“Ok, Bytch-Face. Is that how you want NNNNNGGHHHH!” Chloe snatched Mendoza’s left wrist in both hands and promptly tweaked her shoulder and elbow with an Arm Wringer. Then she halved the grip, sprang and fell back, flicking out her left leg in the process. The Strawberry Blast caromed off the side of Gabby’s skull and dropped her to the mat in slow motion, Rose’s eyes wide with shock and horror as Fields scrabbled across her chest for the biggest upset of the year.
STRAWBERRY BLAST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qv4vW1gvZtM
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
“Oh thank god.” Evans let out a relieved sigh when her partner kicked out with half a second to spare. Regaining her usual calm almost immediately thereafter, Rose pounded on the apron with both hands, then reached under the bottom rope. “Over here, Gabs! Lets have a little conference on the floor!”
Her head still ringing from the little tramp’s sneaky kick, Mendoza flopped onto her stomach and started crawling toward Rose’s voice as quickly as she could. Behind her, an incredulous Chloe couldn’t believe the Lightweight Champion was already trying to cut and run! Lucky for her she shook it off just in time to snatch Mendoza’s boots. Evans, who’d grabbed Gabby’s wrists a heartbeat prior, looked to the brunette and said, “Hold on, this might be unpleasant.” That proved a bit of an understatement as the blonde half of Barely Legal planted one foot against the ring apron and pushed off as hard as she could! The extra leverage allowed her to drag Gabby more than halfway out of the ring, unfortunately it meant the champ’s chest and belly were scraaaaaaped against the rough canvas.
“OWWWW! DAMMIT ROSE, THAT F*CKING HURTS!” Gaby bellowed.
Evans nodded sympathetically, but made no move to let her friend go. Instead she focused her attention on Al Carpenter and demanded, “She’s in the ropes, make that brat let go!”
“She’s actually under the ropes.” the official corrected. “And only because you helped her get there. So YOU let go or I’ll send you to the--”
Another pained shriek from Mendoza as Chloe got low and scurried back several paces which meant Gabby got dragged along the deck for the second time in less than a minute. Shaking her head ‘no, no, no’ even no this wasn’t even a sort of legal submission predicament, Gabby yowled, “LET GO OF MY FEET YOU NASTY LITTLE BYTCH OR I’LL OOFFFH!”
Fields actually did let go, so Rose’s momentum dragged the strained brunette back to the (relative) safety of the strands. Suddenly not interested in an awkward head-first drop to the floor, the frazzled brunette eased her way back into the ring and clambered to her knees, where she promptly collapsed over the middle rope. “There!” the blonde pointed to Mendoza’s white-knuckled hands. “She’s in the ropes, now make Polly Pocket over there back the hell AAAARRRGGHHHH!”
Not nearly as guileless as her foes believed, Chloe rushed the ropes, sprang over and STAMPED down on Rose’s encroaching hand! Evans cleared off at once, holding her mashed fingers beneath one armpit and hollering to the official about the injustice of it all. Chloe paid her no mind, she’d already darted back inside the ring to keep the pressure on Mendoza. And keep it she did. Quick to note the brunette’s vulnerable position in the strands, the pink-clad Upstart ran to the corner on Gabby’s right and hopped onto the middle rope and vaulted out into the void. No Suicide Dive this, Fields snatched the rubber-coated steel in mid-flight and used it to swing herself down and into a snug Dropkick that THWHACKED off the side of her opponent’s head! Gabby grunted and toppled onto her back, both legs pinned awkwardly beneath her torso as she squinted up into the hot overhead lights.
WRECKING BALL DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_4tHToiRP1A
Out on the apron, Chloe glared at Rose, who’d retreated to the opposite corner to nurse her hurtin’ hand. “Keep an eye on her, ok, Al?” Carpenter pointed a wary finger at Evans, leaving Fields to focus on Gabby, who was starting to rise. Gripping the middle rope in both hands, the limber little redhead dropped into a deep crouch and leaned back to get maximum tension on the ropes. She held this pose until Mendoza got to her feet, then she slung her way into a gorgeous tumble and popped up in a straight vertical leap, the apex of which saw her catch Mendoza‘s chin in both hands! Gabby didn’t even have time to ‘eep’ before Chloe laid out and THAWHAMMED the reeling champion flat on the back of her head and shoulders with a gorgeous Neckbreaker! Mendoza’s legs popped up like she’d been Powerbombed, so Fields caught both and folded her in half while the ref tolled off…
FROOT ROLL-UP NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mVVQAhAmb5Y
ONE…
TWO…
Gabby wriggled free, saving her title reign with a full second to spare. Fields didn’t argue the results with Al, she simply got up and jogged to the nearest corner and leapt into a perch in the high rent district. “Oh what is this horseshyt?!” Rose shouted as she sprang onto the apron. “Are you going to let that little ass-hat just bounce around the ring all night?”
Give Al credit, the man interposed himself between Evans and the action without a second thought, however it distracted Chloe just long enough for Gabby to rush in and shove the challenger’s legs out from underneath! There was a BWUUUNG, followed by an arena full of sympathetic groans as Chloe came crashing down crotch-first on the top turnbuckle!
Mendoza leaned against the ropes, drawing in great lungfuls of air while a couple feet away, Strawberry’s face was etched in agony. Hands buried between her thighs, she painfully tried to extricate herself from the guidewire thrust into her undercarriage.
Whimpering, the doe-eyed challenger rose to a stance on either middle rope, plucking at the pink spandex that had been thrust higher than was ever meant. Gabby climbed to the inside of the same cables then stepped to the top, precariously balancing as she welcomed Fields to the penthouse.
Drawing the redhead’s noggin under an arm, the Babyfaced Killer snatched a handful of trunks at the hip and LAUNCHED the Upstart high into the Orlando sky. Together, they proceeded to the deck far below, Chloe SLAMMING into the deck with incredible force from the Superplex perpetrated by the Terrible Texan.
Chloe hit with enough impact she bounced several inches off the deck before settling in a mewling mostly motionless starfish. Gabby, blew a small pink bubble, the first evidence she remained conscious after the fall. She spun up to all fours, moved to Chloe’s side and draped her body tight to that of Strawberry, hooking Fields’ far leg for good measure to get the…
ONE…
TWO…
Chloe shot a shoulder up in time, maintaining her challenge while nearly forcing Rose to blow a gasket.
“Three! She was down for three!” Evans insisted, slapping both hands down on the apron then running her fingers through her long strawberry blonde tresses, incredulous at the stupidity of Carpenter.
Inside the ring, Mendoza didn’t yet have the energy to fight about the slow count. Still, she’s in better shape than her counterpart and she slowly rose, dragging Chloe along with her by the hair.
Moving toward the corner from whence the women had come, Gabby positioned herself a few feet from the buckles, her back toward them. The Bubblegum Brunette again captured Chloe in a Front Facelock and slipped her head under the arm of the lethargic tawny-skinned redhead.
The champ RIPPED Strawberry off her boot leather and Snap Suplexed the former Cirque de Soleil star into the lower and middle buckles, the back of Chloe’s head hitting the lower of the two.
TURNBUCKLE SNAP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YQWQJRqqUKg
The maneuver made Rose significantly more chipper and Gabby kipped to her feet, the perkiness of the Babyfaced Killer reemerging. She turned to face the Upstart wreckage and delighted in seeing the bubbly redhead bursting with aches and pains.
Dipping, Mendoza surrounded Chloe’s tanned, trim midriff, cinching her arms tight, and lifted the yipping Fields. With Chloe already overturned and in the buckles, it’s a short if slow, muscle-testing trip upward to place FAWN’s sweetheart in a Tree of Woe. Skillfully, the champion tied up the legs of the squirming Strawberry and had the bedimpled superstar stuck.
“Get her out of there, Gabriella,” Al demanded
Mendoza offered a large pink balloon of Bubble Yum instead of a ‘yes sir’. The Latina raced for the opposite corner and slapped the top buckle before spinning and sprinting for Fields. Carpenter, who’d been working to free Chloe, evacuated when his own health came into question and left Chloe to be NAILED by an Inverted Bronco Buster from the Babyfaced Killer.
Gabby SLAMMED her crotch into the overturned if still adorable mug of the Upstart and, when Mendoza snatched the ropes on either side, she proceeded to give Chloe a faceful a full TEN TIMES before dismounting the demolished, glass-eyed Fields.
As the beaming Barely Legal brunette walked over to Rose to chatter about what she’s just done to the unworthy challenger, Fields was finally freed by the Carpenter and dropped into a jumbled, shellshocked heap.
“The only thing more embarrassing than being that little wannabe would be getting beat by her,” Rose chuckled, offering the champ a high five.
“Then it’s good she’s on her way to another humiliating defeat,” Gabby responds. “And I’m already considering where we’re partying tonight. Somewhere on International Drive, I’m thinking.”
Mendoza slapped palms with her Barely Legal cohort.
“You got it, Gabs,” Evans responded, pulling out her iPhone. “I’m on it.”
Mendoza turned to see a recovering Fields pushing to her feet and the Babyfaced Killer charged. The FAWNatics pled with their beloved Strawberry to find the approaching Texan out of the corner of her eye but the Boca native wasn’t in condition and Gabby THWHACKED Chloe in the chin with a Flying Forearm Smash.
The Upstart’s head snap might give someone whiplash just watching it. When Chloe stumbled into the ropes behind her, her arms caught on the top cable and she somersaulted over, crashing into the apron harshly on the way to the floor.
Mendoza seemed disappointed with the departure, having wrested control from the challenger, but the Babyfaced Killer quickly overcame her grief and chatted up Al, promising the ref she didn’t mean to send Fields tumbling out of the squared circle.
While the little Latina made her argument, Rose scurried to the crash site and sank her nails into Strawberry’s locks. She hauled Chloe to unsteady feet and leveled a forearm at the dazed features of the challenger.
But as Rose fired, the Upstart showed her grit and raised a blocking left in defense. She spun Evans’s back into the edge of the apron and delivered a healthy helping of forearm to the Smartest Girl in the Room. And another. And another.
Pinned against the apron, Rose’s only choice to avoid the continued battering was to shove Chloe back a step and slide in under the ropes. She pushed to wobbly feet within.
Her distraction of Carpenter complete, Gabby shoved the man aside and proved she was distracted as well as Mendoza helped the entering woman up and sent a right cross CRASHING into her jaw, decking the blonde.
It’s only then Gabby notices she’s knocked her partner flat and not her challenger. Confused, to say the least, things became even more bewildering when Chloe reached in under the bottom rope and pulled Mendoza’s feet out from under her, the back of the Texan’s head thumping against the thinly-sheathed plywood.
The effervescent Strawberry didn’t have blood in her eyes, but it’s at least extra fizzy root beer. She tugged her foe out to meet her.
To her credit, Gabby landed on her feet and swung a scythe-like Clothesline at the neck of the redhead. But Chloe ducked and grabbed Mendoza’s braincase over her shoulder as they pass. The Upstart laid out and delivered Gabby to the barely padded cement with a Jumping Neckbreaker.
JUMPING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Zbv_-I_5d8
It’s Chloe’s turn to kip to her feet, her effort drawing a roar from the crowd. With Gabby down at her feet and Evans horizontal in the ring, the challenger looked to reverse that circumstance.
With Al rolling Rose out under the ropes, Fields accepted the illegal Barely Legal participant into her arms. She transferred her grip to a wrist and, just in time for a rising Mendoza, buggywhipped one partner toward the other.
Rose and Gabby had a meeting of the minds as their foreheads CLAPPED together, Mendoza taking the brunt and rocketing to her back while Evans stumbled in a 180 back into Chloe’s clutches.
“Thanks, Rose,” Strawberry teased, the women nose to nose, Fields’ arms wrapping around Evans’ tummy. “Couldn’t have done it without your smarts.”
Strawberry Belly-to-Belly’s Rose to the arena floor, Evans arching her back in anguish after the landing, an arm reaching to the base of her spine.
Chloe, noticing the rising count of Carpenter, scooped Gabby from all fours and tossed her into the ring, sliding in close behind.
The redhead popped to her feet and turned to the crowd.
“Anyone want to see this meanie get what she deserves?”
The assembled are 99% in the affirmative and Chloe nodded with a beaming dimpled smile, daring all those in the audience not to say ‘awww’ when she turned with determination to take it to the bratty lightweight champion.
There only people in the FAWN Arena not rooting for Fields at that moment were the Lightweight Champ and her second, Rose effectively reduced to a non-issue following Chloe’s clever subversion of the numbers game. That left Gabby alone to do her own dirty work, a task she started by rolling to the middle of the squared circle. ‘Ok’ the woozy brunette thought as she came to a stop looking up at the lights. ‘This’ll give me some time. Little brat’s gonna want to play to the crowd or her stupid f*cking-’ “UUUNNNNGGGGHHH!”
This uncharitable train of thought was derailed when Chloe landed back-first across the champion’s exposed midsection. Bopping to her feet like hitting a picture perfect Slingshot Senton was no big deal, Fields raced to the far side of the squared circle, vaulted onto the middle strand and hurled herself back the way she’d came in a flawless Quebrada. The THWHAP of tummy-on-tummy violence was still ringing through the air when the challenger hooked Mendoza’s far leg and pulled it close for…
VERY BERRY COMBO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bEPLqSMOhSg
ONE…
TWO…
Gabby got a hand under Chloe’s chin and shoved her away with as much spite as she could muster with almost no air in her lungs. Angered not by the palming itself but the disrespect it implied, the pink-clad battler hurried to her feet, then left them in a gorgeous vertical leap that brought her right knee down on the brunette’s left shoulder.
“Wanna try that again?” Chloe snapped, looking and sounding for all the world like Lisa Frank’s vision of an enraged wolverine. “Come on, Gabby! Get up and try to shove that sticky little mitt in my face again!”
Not quite able to believe that she was enduring shyt talk from Strawberry by God Fields, Mendoza rolled away, pushed to one knee and flipped hair out of her eyes. “Watch what you say next, little girl.” she threatened. “I disarmed a Cherry Bomb, smashing a Strawberry Shortcake is worlds easier.”
“You didn’t disarm crap!” Field’s tone surprised even her, but it didn’t stop the redhead from continuing. “You pinned your own stupid partner to win the belt, then played it off like it was all part of the plan, but EVERYBODY knows Rose does all the hard work and you’re just the muscle!”
Gabby was on her feet now, the brunette’s eyes narrowed to hateful slits. “Anything else on your mind, brat?” she asked, her voice a sibilant hiss. “Go on and get it all out before I tear you apart.”
“Talk, talk, talk!” Chloe made a puppet with one hand and set it to blathering next to her own ear. “S’posed to be so tuff and mean, but neither of you can do a danged thing on your own.” the challenger beamed as a thought crossed her mind. “Hey, I guess that makes you BOTH Straw Bea--”
Mendoza came at her in a whirlwind of teeth and claws, the infuriated Texan looking to leave the ring picking pulp from her teeth. Fields didn’t make it easy for her though, indeed she earned a frustrated curse from the champ when she swooped beneath the lunge and ended with Gabby’s back in a tight Waistlock. Or it would’ve been tight if Mendoza hadn’t curled her claws into Chloe’s wrists and squeezed hard enough to make her shriek in pain. Wheeling around behind the instant she’d prized her foe’s hands apart, Gabby secured her own Waistlock and strengthened it with a few (ok, several) stiff Kneelifts to Field’s backside. “You should thank God that Rosie is at ringside tonight, Bytch Face.” Mendoza cooed in her opponent’s ear. “She’s about the only one in this building who could pull me off of your bony ass after the match is UNNGGHH OOOOWWW!”
Certain that Gabby meant everything she said, Chloe drove the back of her head into the brunette’s cheek with a short Headbutt and followed it with a hard stomp on opposing toes! The Babyfaced Killer let loose and started to scurry away, alas, the Upstart wasn’t having it. Pivoting so she could curl her left arm around Medoza’s left bicep, Fields claimed the champ’s left wrist with her other hand and dropped down into a near split that forced Gabby down flat on her tummy. Even worse, Chloe was leeeeeeaaaaaaning back against her rival’s shoulder even as she CRANKED on the captured arm!
SPLIT LEG FUJIWARA ARMBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fSnO9z4T0LM
“AAAAARRRRRHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOO!” Gabby refused Carpenter’s questions of surrender even as the Fujiwara Armbar did terrible things to her elbow and shoulder.
“GIVE IT UP, GABBY!” Chloe barked after the first round of refusal. “YOU THINK ROSIE’S GONNA COME BY TO SIGN YOUR CAST? NO! SHE’S GONNA TRY TO GET YOUR REMATCH FOR HERSOOOWWW! STOP THAT!”
Mendoza raked the challenger’s lower back again, clearly hoping to make her relinquish the Armbar. “Let go of me, asshole.” she growled. “Or you’ll spend your summer vacation in a body caAAAAAGGHHHHH SHHHIIIIIT!” Chloe shifted her legs into a full split and leaned back to the point where even Al groaned for Gabby’s shoulder.
Out on the floor, Rose Evans forced herself to rise a little faster when the ‘TAP!’ chants started. Good thing too, as Gabby’s right hand looked mighty fluttery hanging there a few inches above the mat. “DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, GABS!” she bellowed. “THIS CHICK ISN’T FIT TO CARRY YOUR GUM, SO STOP WHINING AND GET OVER HERE!”
Far easier said that done considering the immense strain on her shoulder, yet the blonde’s words gave Mendoza an idea. Driving her free elbow into the canvas, she shifted into her attacker as best she could, then reached over and--
“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”
Chloe wailed to the rafters as the brunette tested her resolve with a murderous wedgie. Cutting off another scream behind clenched teeth, she looked to the ref for relief, alas, Al only shook his head. “Sorry, Chloe. It’s cheap, but it’s not illegal.”
Loathe to abandon a potential match winning hold, Fields poured more torque into the Armbar, a tactic that earned another sadistic, sawing yank from her prey. “Let go, Gabby!” she demanded. “Don’t make me hurt OOOOOOHHHHH YOU DIRTY--”
Mendoza’s last tug brought tears to her eyes and Chloe, still rather untested in the cattier avenues of FAWN gave up the Armbar to deal with her rapidly disappearing togs. As for Gabby, she uttered a sigh that was more of a sob and started clawing her way to the ropes, as there was no way she was gonna roll anywhere with one arm so torn up. Rose’s outstretched hand was only inches away when hands clamped down on her right ankle and yanked her back by at least three feet. “DAMN YOU!” the Bubble Gum Brunette roared as she twisted onto her back. “GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF ME!”
Chloe just grabbed Gabby’s other ankle and pulled her legs off the mat. “Gonna have to make me, ya big jerkOOOOFFFHHH!” Gabby did just that, pulling her knees into her chest, then pistoning her legs out in a Mule Kick that caught Chloe square in the chest. Fields flew backward, landed high n’ tight on the back of her head and immediately rolled to boot-leather. Gabby regained her feet as well, albeit with a great deal less grace. In truth she was barely vertical when the lightning-quick Upstart rushed in and hauled her up with a double handful of “GAAAHHHH!”
Chloe closed so fast she didn’t notice Mendoza’s fingers in her mouth, but she sure as hell noticed when the champ stuck that bright pink wad of Double Bubble between her eyes! Immediately distracted by the gluey encroachment, Fields backed away to deal with the gum and promptly fell prey to a Toe Kick to the belly! Gabby pounced as soon as Chloe doubled over, snatching her noggin in a stiff Front Facelock. No taunts or smugness from the champ now, she simply kicked her feet forward and went down on her to THAWHUNK the crown of Fields’ skull into the deck. Chloe was left sprawled out flat, so Mendoza shoveled her onto her back and climbed aboard for a domineering Double Leg Grapevine good for…
SNAP DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1l7vq62Znl0
ONE…
TWO…
Upstart Nation squealed in alarm as the Carpenter’s hand descended for the third slap, but the doe-eyed challenger threw a shoulder up in time to the immediate dismay of the Smartest Girl in the Room.
Rose slammed the apron with an open palm. “Are you kidding me?”
A dazed Chloe, not much more animated than Straw Beary, wobbled on her side and Mendoza decided to pull her back down and hook a leg for…
ONE…
Fields didn’t frighten her crew quite as much this time, kicking out with time to spare.
The bubbleblower rose and settled on her haunches, sweeping her long ebony locks off her forehead and around an ear. She shrugged at her Barely Legal partner and Rose returned the motion.
“Don’t look at me,” Evans added. “Get after her scrawny little ass.”
The Terrible Texan snarled, turning to Strawberry, whose made it to all fours. The champ chomped her sugary chaw.
“And where in the hell?” Gabby asked, rising next to the redhead, not bothering to finish her thought verbally.
Sinking her nails into Fields’ mop, she tugged Chloe to her feet and traded in her grip full of follicles to one on the challenger’s left wrist. The Babyfaced Killer buggywhipped Chloe toward the far corner and the bedimpled beauty raced to the buckles, turning into a heavy collision.
Fields staggered out from the corner and faced a charging Gabby. Mendoza leapt, apparently for a Thesz Press, and the challenger managed to counter, scooping her arms under the thighs of the Barely Legal brat.
Chloe popped her foe overhead, avoiding one problem but quickly finding herself amidst another when the springy Texan landed on the top ropes behind her, Gabby launching into a soaring Moonsault within a split-second.
With Chloe turning to find the champ, the beloved cutie found a lot more of her foe than she bargained, Mendoza CRUSHING her to the canvas with the acrobatic press.
MOONSAULT PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qzgUyOI1TdI
Strawberry was flattened under the plummeting Gabby and, ending atop her foe, Mendoza scooted to a reverse straddle of the challenger’s waist, plucked a tawny leg off the canvas and tugged it to her chest for the pin and the win with a…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Chloe yipped out a breathless but defiant ‘NO’ as she threw her body to the side and Al agreed with two raised fingers.
An apoplectic Gabby dropped Fields’ raised stem and ran both sets of fingers through her mane, shrieking in frustration.
“I’m a goddamn superstar,” the Terrible Texan shouted. “You’re a dessert topping.”
Gabby rose to a full kneel then dropped her backside into the taut, golden tummy of the Upstart, driving the point of her tailbone home. Chloe jackknifes around the tiny taut derriere, doe eyes bugging. She falls flat to the canvas but surprisingly quickly lifts her palms to Mendoza’s spine and shoves her forward, Gabby lurching off her foe and scrambling to her feet.
The Bubblegum Brunette spun, charged, and planted her left foot beside the challenger to send a right-footed Soccer Kick at the chest of the seated Chloe, only to have the redhead drop to her back and let Gabby’s boot fly over.
As Mendoza’s skidded to a stop, Fields kipped to her feet, drawing a roar from the crowd that was quickly shut the hell up when the Latina pivoted into a Super Kick that CRAACKED Chloe flush under the chin. The redhead was sent into a violent backpedal and flopped through the ropes, crashing to the apron outside before spilling to the floor a half-dozen feet down the way from the Smartest Girl in the Room.
Al’s eyes immediately turned to Rose and she responded with incredulity.
“What? Did I do ANYTHING?”
Carpenter can’t help but feel a bit guilty and Gabby spun him to face her and her wrath.
“How dare you!” Mendoza cried, going nose to nose with the zebra.
Instantly, Rose sped toward a rising Chloe and lifted a knee into the redhead’s chest, sending Fields reeling into the metal barricade, pushing the steel into the knees of several now injured FAWNatic denizens.
As the paying customers winced, rubbing their knees, Evans was on the back of Strawberry, grabbing at a shoulder and hip to dump the bubbly Upstart into her crew. Rose got Chloe up to tiptoes before Fields threw an elbow behind her and THUMPED it into Evans’s temple.
Freed from the Barely Legal grip, Chloe rounded on Gabby’s partner with a do-si-do and exchanged positions, then heaved Rose, making her the Smartest Girl in the Front Row.
A slackjawed Gabby watched over the shoulder of the distracted Carpenter. All pretense in Mendoza’s face gone, Al turned to find Chloe ready to reenter with a grin. She moved to the outside of her corner and snatched Straw Beary for a quick loving hug before putting him back in place and hopping to the apron. Grabbing the top rope, the former circus star flung herself in, Mendoza aghast at the great condition her challenger was in upon her return.
Still, Gabby didn’t tarry, charging Chloe the second the redhead’s boots hit the canvas. Fields leaned into the buckles behind her. Using the top ropes on either side, she lifted her abbreviated but powerful legs to thump a pair of boots into the charging Mendoza’s chest. Gabby was U-turned by the impact, the dark-haired grappler staggering away for a few steps before turning and returning at full speed.
Chloe leapt into the middle ropes to her right, grabbing the top strand with both hands, and bounds off, rotating into a wickedly accurate Springboard Short Kick that left Mendoza dazed, ending on her haunches, more than a little wobbly.
SPRINGBOARD SHORT KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFbcmW6XwJk
Sticking her landing, Chloe was off like a shot to the ropes to the champ’s far side. She sprinted out of the rebound and PLASTERED Gabby’s temple with a Shining Wizard that left Mendoza splayed in a motionless starfish, arms and legs wide.
SHINING WIZARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GynILJCsmfo
With the crowd roaring, Chloe hopped to her feet and sprang into a cherry-on-top Senton to the gulping midriff of the Barely Legal brat. It’s Gabby’s turn to be made a ‘V’ under her foe. Slowly, she melted to the canvas, shoulders down for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
And like Chloe before her, Gabby refused to lose, tossing a shoulder off the deck in time.
Fields leaned back and sighed, her pretty face uncharacteristically grim but not all frustrated. Nodding agreement with some internal dictum, the challenger skipped to boot leather and forced Gabby to do the same, albeit in far clumsier fashion. Give the devil her due, Mendoza raised her hands to clinch, unfortunately the surging Upstart shot right through her defenses to pepper the brunette’s cheeks with a flurry of blurry Palm Strikes! The assault quickly moved south, Fields treating herself to some time on the speed bag in the form of Gabby’s abs, which she pik-pak-pekked with no less than half a dozen jabs. From there she PWAAAKED a Side Kick into her foe’s left thigh, Gabby yelping and bobbling backward as she was reduced to one leg.
A flummoxed Rose ran a hand through her hair, then pounded a fist against the apron. “C’mon Gabz! You’re letting that little pissant kick the shyt out of, oh f*ck me!” Chloe laid a stiff kick across her opponent’s chest, wheeled around on her left foot and THWHAPPED the right into Gabby’s belly to end the Strawberry Medley with a Back Kick that dropped the Ballistic Bubble Blower to her knees!
STRAWBERRY MEDLEY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=A8X9v5NhjKM
Ignoring the roar of the crowd (and perhaps Straw Beary himself) urging her to go for the cover, Chloe hit the ropes on her six, sprinted back to the penitent punk and took to the skies with a hop just high enough to ‘smeck’ her legs around Mendoza’s neck. Then she torqued her hips and twisted over onto her belly to THWHONK the crown of the brunette’s noggin into the mat with a frothy fusion of Headscissors and DDT. Dark eyes as shiny as some of her favorite confections, Gabby rolled to her back and offered minimal protest when Fields dove onto her chest for the…
HEADSCISSORS DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3L-sGzzvnEY
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
The gorgeous gum enthusiast proved her championship chops again, her resilience earning a soft, frustrated moan from the challenger. “Get used to it, imbecile!” Rose taunted from her place outside. “The only accessory you’ll ever strap around your waist is the fanny pack that holds your milk money!” Chloe dealt with that particular irritation by bringing her trademark ponytail back under control with a quick two handed tug. With that set to rights, she got up and went straight to the corner presided over by FAWN’s favorite tiny pink bear. Sparing Beary the quickest of waves, the pink-clad redhead grabbed the top rope in both hands and leapt to the top floor in the blink of an eye.
Very aware of the sea of cameras and phones going off around her, Chloe managed to offer her fans a beaming smile without once taking her eyes off the recovering champion. Good thing too, as Mendoza abruptly rolled to her stomach and struggled to one knee. “BEHIND YOU, GABZ!” Rose shouted at the top of her lungs! “SHE’S BEHIND YOU, YA GOTTA GET--”
The Babyfaced Killer turned around (against her partner’s advice) at the exact moment Chloe Fields disappeared into the overhead lights. She popped into view half a heartbeat later, the Upstart stretched out to one side in an absolutely gorgeous Diving Crossbody that THWHUMP! Gabby did some leaping of her own, not nearly so high as the challenger, but more than enough to drill a Dropkick deep into Chloe’s exposed abs! Both women went down in a heap, Fields curled up around her ruptured gut, Mendoza still feeling the wrath of her opponent’s surprisingly fierce strikes.
Beside them, Al waited on signs of life for a good five seconds but when he got none the lanky referee was forced to start a count. “ONE… TWO…. THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN…EIG--”
Mendoza and Fields rolled to all fours and started to rise, so Carpenter shut it down and retreated to a neutral corner. “Ya know what you are, Fields?” Gabby sighed once they’d both clambered to verticality. “You’re like a wad of gum I just can’t scrape off my boot.”
“Least my friends believe in me.” Chloe said quietly. “Rose doesn’t think you can win without her, that’s why she’s out OOOOOOWWWW!”
The Terrible Texan CRAAACKED Chloe across the mouth with a Bytch Slap that snapped her head to the side. “You don’t know a goddamned thing, asshole.” Claiming the Upstart’s wrist as her own, Mendoza stepped back, dropped her hips and hurled Fields at the far corner. Strike that, Chloe dug in her heels and sent the champ in her place. There was nothing inherently wrong with either of those options, unfortunately the young ladies were so preoccupied with one another that they didn’t realize their chosen venue was already occupied by a zebra. Now, Al Carpenter was no newb, he was second in seniority only to Nick Castle and the gangly dope knew how to get out of the way fast. Such was the case here, as he vacated the posts a heartbeat before Gabby whipped around and BWUUUNGED into the spot he’d so recently occupied. Disaster still might’ve been averted if the champ hadn’t shrieked and gasped, “AAAWWW GAHD, MY BACK!”
Instinct took over and Al ground to a halt, unaware that Chloe had just thrown herself into a back handspring. “Gabs are you ok, can you stanWHOOANNNGGHHHH!”
Mendoza snatched him by the collar and jerked him close, human shield style. As far as devilish plans went it was pretty good, the only real lapse on Gabz’ part was underestimating just how much momentum Fields put behind the elbow. She only learned when THWHUMPED beneath challenger and zebra in an Avalanche worse than the blow she’d meant to avoid. Of course Chloe didn’t escape unfazed either. The collision with Carpenter’s back threw her off balance, and she was damned near buried in her own black n’ white avalanche when tumbled backward out of the corner. In the end Gabby ended up sprawled out flat on her face, Carpenter was splayed out to one side and Chloe on her back with a hand pressed to her aching forehead.
“GET UP GABBY, NOW’S THE TIME!” Rose Evans shouted over the crowd. “PICK HER UP AND BURST HER BUBBLE!” But the champ didn’t burst anyone’s bubble, she just stayed on the mat and sucked wind while the crowd urged Chloe to take the gold from the Barely Legal Brat. “Shyt on this.” Rose muttered as she broke into a jog. “If you can’t get it done, I’ll do it for you. Wouldn’t be the first time.” Diving in beside a corner directly across from the scene of the accident, Rose grabbed hold of the top rope in both hands and leaaaaaaaned forward as far as she could, the Smartest Girl in the Room straight-up honed in on the slowly recovering the challenger. Of course the fans were honed in on Rose herself, alas, with Al still clearing the cobwebs there was no one to shoo the blonde away.
Oblivious to the threat at her back, Chloe sat up and spied Gabby struggling to one knee. Bolstered by a wall of noise from the crowd, the pink-clad grappler rose to her full height and demanded, “Put in a fresh piece and lets finish this, Gabby! You can have all the gum you want, I’ll take that ti--”
“Hey, idiot.” Chloe turned around to find Rose bearing down with murder in her eyes. Reacting without thinking, Fields dropped into a gorgeous split just as Evans took to the skies and lashed out with her right foot in a sick Single Leg Dropkick that… struck Gabby square on the chin. Eyes wide well before the ‘YOU F’D UP!’ chants began, Rose scrambled to boot leather and plunged both hands into her hair. “F*cking shyt, Gabz! What the hell were you thinking? I didn’t mean to huUUNNNNGGGHHHHH!”
Chloe spun her around, hopped up and slapped on a Three Quarters Facelock just in time to PLANT Evans’s face on the canvas with an Ace Crusher! Rose bounced hard but rolled out of the ring at once, her last smart move of the evening.
Left all alone with the poleaxed champ, a wide-eyed Chloe Fields looked around for guidance and was nearly overwhelmed when she realized everyone was on their feet! Shaking off the worst of that heady disorientation, she raced over to Gabby, snatched a wrist and peeled her off the mat in fits and starts. Polite to a fault, Fields warned, “Don’t swallow your gum!” as she stepped back and slung Mendoza into the corner with a truncated Irish Whip that BWUUUNGED her chest-first against the top turnbuckle. Breathless and barely mobile, the Babyfaced Killer turned around and shuffled in the direction of her adversary. No need to rush, Chloe was already heading for the brunette at breakneck speed.
Damned if Gabby didn’t throw a weary Clothesline, alas, Fields dipped it, hooked onto her outstretched arm and hopped up across her shoulders for a Crucifix. No wait, the redhead broke her hooks and shifted around so her tummy was on Mendoza’s back and both arms were around her waist. Ok, so it was a Sunset Fl-’OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!’ Chloe locked her legs around Gabby’s head and flipped over onto her butt to spike the brunette’s skull against the mat with a resounding THUD! Gabby did a great impression of a tent spike, then slopped out in a boneless starfish.
FIELDS DAY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FOZFZboqdY
“Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseple--” the Upstart repeated it like a mantra as she rolled across Gabby’s midriff in a Back Press and hooked both legs tight. Several eternities later (it was actually only a second or two) Al Carpenter dragged himself over and joined the FAWNatics in counting….
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
A seemingly electrified Chloe sprang off the demolished FORMER Lightweight Champion and started sprinting in a circle around the ring, squealing with delight. On one circuit, she scooped up Straw Beary and danced madly with her bestest bear.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and the NEW FAWN Lightweight Champion… STRAWBERRY FIELDS!”
On the outside, Rose managed to prop her elbows on the apron and stared in amazement at the sight of her partner’s title reign having gone bye-bye. Evans muttered under her breath then starts to skulk in under the bottom rope.
Shouts of concern alerted Fields and she dropped into a crouch, ready to waylay Rose with Beary, but the blonde, on all fours, held up a pleading hand. She grabbed Gabby’s wrist and dragged the insensate Babyfaced Killer with her to the ring’s edge, Mendoza's pink chaw dribbling to the canvas from between burbling lips.
Carpenter, a bit tardy on delivery, handed over the Lightweight gold to Chloe and the party started anew, the get-together growing as Katya, Elizabeth and Sammie raced into the ring to celebrate their fellow Upstart’s title victory.
On the outside, Gabby now in Rose’s lap as Evans reclined against the steel barricade, finally started to recover a few of her wits and yanked at her locks in frustration, screaming in anger.
The sound grabbed the attention of the new Champion who moved to the ropes overlooking Barely Legal. Chloe held her hard-won prize high in her left hand and the wandering wad of gum in the right. She tossed the pink goop at the defeated Gabby, the sugary chaw landing in Mendoza's hair, drawing another scream of rage from the former champ.
“Get used to losing, meanie,” Strawberry yelled loud, clear, and joyously. “Upstarts rule and you drool!”