Post by bigfan on Jun 8, 2017 23:19:32 GMT
The house lights of FAWN Arena dimmed, leading to the requisite hoots and hollers from the amped throng. A white-hot spotlight speared the darkness, falling upon the upper stage and a lean, lithe brunette gracefully floated into view. The crowd exploded with a loud ovation worthy of Pavarotti. The Announcer was quick to provide an introduction before the Englishwoman parted her lips.
“Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, being accompanied by Olivia Dare, hailing from London, England, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-two pounds. She is the Sublime Soprano, the Renaissance Woman… ELIZA BLISSSS!”
ELIZA BLISS:
A sweet melodious set of notes reached to the heights, the highest high of soprano superlatives don’t even begin describe the beauty of the operatic ecstasy. Nor did it prove adequate for the woman on the stage.
Eliza raised her arms dramatically and serenaded the FAWNatics with her own entrance accompaniment, no one else able to reach the perfect notes of operatic rapture. Blissy set herself on the upper stage. The slender, sinewy brunette, long locks falling in great cascades, was clad in a lacy black one-piece that clung tight to her lightly tanned form; curious, futuristic, metallic wristbands, glitter from each wrist to only a few inches short of her elbows. Below, she wore tempting, knee-high black leather boots. The Englishwoman strode down the aisle belting out the concluding aria of Giulio Cesare, the opera that had made her famous or infamous, depending on fan or foe. Several steps behind, a street clothes-clad Olivia Dare followed along, the Oncoming Storm considerately silent as her partner owned the spotlight.
OLIVIA DARE:
Judged only by her performance and the look on her face, it was easy to believe Bliss didn’t have a care in the world, though she and Olivia both knew the Superlative Soprano was eager to get back on the winning track, especially after her last disastrous outing against the now Intercontinental Champion, Trisha Belle. Bliss’s eyes narrowed the tiniest bit as she remembered the drubbing and just as quickly dismissed it. Tonight was about a different foe altogether and Eliza meant to end this skid once and for all. Finishing her performance in the shadow of the squared circle, Bliss dipped forward in a deep bow, then slapped hands with a few front row fans. About that time Olivia caught up and put a hand on her shoulder.
“I’ll keep an eye on Demetria and Jasmine as best I can.” she told the Songbird. “But they still have the numbers advantage. And we both know the sort of duplicitous savagery Kylie holds in her heart.”
Eliza nodded solemnly. Hot & Bothered was no joke, as evidenced by the way they’d harried the Burlingame Sisters for months. “I most certainly do. Of course I could have told everyone as much years ago, not that they would have listened. Luckily the spotlight burns away everything but true colors.” She paused and rolled her shoulders. “Wish me luck, ‘Liv.”
“You’re Eliza Bliss, luv, You don’t need luck.”
Bliss grinned, then turned to the squared circle and skipped up the ring steps. Sliding through the ropes, she offered the capacity crowd an elegant wave as she made her way to the far corner. An exceptional performer in every sense of the word, Eliza managed to keep most every eye on her with a simple stretch routine almost as captivating as her aria.
The music afficiandos in the house were still applauding Bliss’s operatic acumen when Iggy and Charlie tore their way through the speakers.
FANCY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w
‘Fancy’ blared over the speakers as the one and, thank god, only Pleasant Valley Pariah strode to the middle of the stage as if she owned the place.
KYLIE SANDERS:
Kylie, with her ever present Louis Vuitton clutch in hand, wore a black one-piece, black leather belt around her midriff, black lace covering her shoulders and upper arms, the Iowan in her signature LV. She finished things with black boots and pads.
Behind, on the FAWNtron, ‘‘VANILLA CHILL IN DA HOUSE BYTCHES!’ appeared in ten-foot high, gold letters. And quickly on either shoulder was Chill’s crew. The African-American dazzler Jasmine Washington on one side and the manager of both women, Demetria Andrews, on the other.
JASMINE WASHINGTON:
DEMETRIA ANDREWS:
The former FAWN grappler shows Sanders off like her most precious possession. Each Nubian beauty raises a wrist of the former fan favorite and boos fall like from a cloudburst.
Vanilla Chill smirked at the Orlando lowlifes and the three women headed down the ramp and aisle together, staring, pointing and talking shyt about the dangerous diva in the ring.
Reaching the squared circle, Kylie Sanders dabbed both women, the Hawkeye sharing a beaming smile with her new compatriots. The elfin blonde turned a much sterner gaze to the multitudes heaping their disdain and tossing less than complimentary remarks at the turncoat and her allies.
Sanders stomped up the steps, leaving her manager and J-Dogg to huddle on the outside, Washington dressed in a tiny black hoodie, (black version of the following: i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/biggerb/Jasmine-clothing.jpg~original ), the grappler snapping her head back to clear the hood from her cranium and shoulder-length ebony locks. Beneath Jazzy wore camo boy-cut trunks (http://s2.photobucket.com/user/biggerb/media/Jasmine-clothing%20below.jpg.html ) which accentuated her bootylicious backside.
Andrews charmed in a skin tight red cocktail dress and pumps, lips scarlet, hair a coppery hue.
As Sanders entered, the Announcer picked up his cue.
“And introducing her opponent, from da space where Da Man ain’t got no place…standing five feet four inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and thirteen pounds…Vanilla Chill…Kylie Sanders!”
Mid-ring, Ky, stick already in hand, waved at the crowd to shut the hell up. They only turned up the volume of their hatred.
“Is it time this screeching crow be put out of our misery?” Kylie shouted.
Demetria and Jasmine make it clear they’re prepared for tonight’s match to be Eliza’s Swan Song, but they also seemed mightily distracted by the fearsome fellow Blackbird across the way.
Kylie swung to face Blissy.
“Do ya remember when you were relevant in singles, bytch? Because I don’t either.”
Sanders moved to the center to spit some knowledge.
“It’s time for little songbirds to fly away home before they get plucked and fricasseed.”
Kylie dropped the stick and it clunked to the canvas where referee Nick Castle retrieved it shortly thereafter.
“Sing for me, sweetheart,” the hated Hawkeye added, just for the two of them. “Before I play your final note.”
The bell sounded and the longtime rivals came out of their corners at once, each looking to rebound from prior setbacks at the expense of the other. Seeing Sanders’s hands rise in time with her own, Eliza hunched forward in anticipation of the initial clench, only to sigh inwardly when Kylie drew back and began to circle. “Oh how the mighty have fallen,” the platinum half of Hot & Bothered sighed. “There was a time when Eliza Bliss wouldn’t have deigned to share the spotlight with ANYONE, now look at you. You’re content to stand in Olivia’s shadow even when she’s not even in the damned match.” Sanders swept a disgusted hand in the direction of the other Blackbird, not that ‘Liza or ‘Liv rose to the bait, they knew Ky and her tactics too well to take their eyes of her even for a second.
“If you’ll notice,” Bliss said dryly, “I’m front and center waiting for you to muster the spine to lock-up. Olivia volunteered to second me tonight because you’re so quick to let Andrews and Washington lend a hand when you find yourself in over your head.” Eliza smiled prettily, relishing the irritation on Sanders’s face. “That seems to be happening more often these days, doesn’t--”
Kylie made as if you slap the Briton, then changed course and dragged her into a Side Headlock when Bliss tried to defend. Grinding Eliza’s temple against the point of her hip, Sanders forced the taller girl to bend over nearly double as she poured on the pressure. “Let’s get one thing crystal goddamned clear.” Ky snarled. “I don’t NEED anyone to kick ass in this ring, especially not a delicate little warbler like you.” She emphasized the point by plunging a hand into Bliss’s long locks and pulling hard. “I have CHOSEN to align myself with a mind like Demetria’s and a can’t miss prospect like Jasmine because I want to encourage the growth of FAWN’s next generation all while putting beatings on the likes of you and whoaaaerrgggghh!”
Bliss prized Kylie’s hands apart, took command of her left wrist and twisted around behind to force the former World Champion up on her toes with a Hammerlock. “It’s nice to see this new philanthropic side as you head into your dotage, dear.” the Renaissance Woman drove a knee into Sanders’s glutes just because she could. “Is that also the reason you dive for the corner any time someone OW! OOWW! HAIR! Get her off my hair, Castle!”
“Since when did you turn into such a freakin’ whiner?” Kylie gave the brunette’s hair another hard yank, even though the ref was already clamoring for her to break the grip. “Where’s my count, Mr. Man? You just stomp over here and make demands without even giving me a EEERRGGGHHHH!”
In no mood to tolerate Kylie’s bullshyt any longer than necessary, Bliss crooked her free hand into a claw and forced the break herself by raking her blonde across the eyes! The Pleasant Valley Pariah answered with a sharp back elbow into her opponent’s gut, then wrenched loose and stumbled toward the ropes with one hand pressed against her face. Eliza ‘ooofffhhed’ and backed up a few steps, though she was quicker (and much quieter) in her recovery.
“What the hell was that, Castle?!” Sanders practically shouted. “Bytch just gets a free pass to rake my eyes?”
“Like the free pass you got to pull my hair?” Bliss snapped from across the ring. “Lord, I remember when you could actually shut your mouth and wrestle. It was your only redeeming--”
No chance to finish the pseudo-compliment as the Hot & Bothered blonde leapt in search of the Collar & Elbow she’d delayed earlier. Eliza stood her ground but she was in no mood to let those talons near her face so she pivoted into Kylie, hooked an arm under her left armpit and laid out on her side to toss the smaller woman into the opposite ropes with an Arm Drag. Sanders popped to her feet like a pro and came at Bliss even faster than before. Didn’t make a lick of difference, the Songbird still took her up, over and down with another of those gorgeous Steamboat Arm Drags. But rather than let Kylie slither away again, Bliss maintained possession of the American’s trapped wrist and pulled her arm up straight. Then she stood, measured her shot and dropped to one knee to drive the joint into her opponent’s exposed shoulder. Three more Knee Drops followed in short order, each new blow earning a cry of pain from Sanders and a cry of complaint from Jasmine.
ARM DRAG & KNEE DROPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QJGjbRF70uU
Neither bothered Eliza in the slightest, she merely used the Wristlock to haul Sanders to one knee. Quite aware of her surroundings even after the flurry from the Brit Brat, Ky reached for the ropes only to draw it back with a wince when Eliza swatted her wrist like she was nothing more than a grabby toddler reaching for candy. The FAWNatics chuckled quite a bit, unfortunately what Bliss did next was not nearly so amusing, at least not for the former World Champion. Hooking her left leg over Sanders’s posted left thigh, Eliza leaned over the smaller woman’s back and hooked her left arm beneath Ky’s chin in an Inverted Facelock. In the same motion she curled her right arm around the blonde’s left bicep and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back to secure a grounded version of the Stretch Plum, a move Eliza picked up during one of her latest sparring sessions with Autumn Sammain.
GROUNDED STRETCH PLUM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Bgb-_GGSNw
Hunched over the mewling grappler, Bliss bore down on the Facelock and crouched a little deeper, which forced Kylie’s ribs into the point of her intruding knee. “Give it up, Kylie.” Bliss demanded after Sanders had waved Nick off. “You’re not getting out of this and no one’s coming to help, not when I’m looking your little posse dead in the eye.”
Andrews and Washington both responded with raised middle fingers, but neither made a move to respond with both the Blackbirds and the ref in full view. Kylie didn’t even notice, she was too busy trying to gouge her left elbow into the Briton’s hip, unfortunately the angle of Bliss’s body made her shots almost totally ineffectual. “Nnnnngggghhhh NO!” Ky snapped when she felt the idiot Castle tap her knee again. “Leave me alone, I can get out of this just AARRRGGHHHHH!”
Eliza sank even lower, her butt less than a foot from the canvas as she tried to sculpt Sanders into an upside down J. “Of course you can get out of this immediately, Kylie.” Bliss sounded quite chipper in her agreement. “All you have to do is tap-dammit, let go of my bloody hair!”
But Kylie, who felt like she’d damned near separated her left shoulder in slipping that arm over the brunette’s knee, kept right on pulling until Bliss was forced to stand up. All that remained of the Stretch Plum was the Inverted Facelock and while it was far from pleasant, Kylie endured it (and broke the hair-hold) long enough to lace both hands across the base of Bliss’s neck. “There.” “Ky huffed. “I let go of her f*cking hair. Now just shut up and--”
SMACK! Eliza halved her control, flattened that hand into a paddle and brought it down hard on the smaller woman’s gulping tummy. The slap startled Sanders long enough for Eliza to cinch the Facelock a little tighter and help herself to a handful of Kylie’s black one piece. With her grips secured, the Songbird bent her knees and popped her hips to take the platinum pugilist up, over and DOWN onto her defenseless chest and tummy with an Inverted Suplex.
INVERTED SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mt6-1VEN0k8
Somersaulting into a seat on Sanders’s back as soon as the throw landed, Bliss planted her feet, grabbed Kylie’s arms and pulled them back over her thighs for what would’ve been a Camel Clutch if she’d hooked the chin. Instead she circled an arm around the American’s throat and bore down on an improvised Sleeper that had Sanders’s face flushed pink, then red, in a matter of seconds.
“Ask her.” Eliza said to Nick after she’d cupped her free hand against the base of Ky’s skull. “Something tells me a woman with such a matronly haircut won’t be eager to endure such punishment for very long.”
Frankly, Castle couldn’t understand how Kylie’s ‘do entered into the effectiveness of the songbird’s submission, but he asked the increasingly harried blonde if she wanted to cash in her chips.
There’s no verbal or other response from the blushed and flushed Sanders so tied up was FAWN’s Benedict Arnold. The frightened face of the Hawkeye betrayed the fearful Sleeper Clutch Bliss had in place and Nick had to take two pronounced blinks of Kylie’s hazel eyes for ‘no’.
Castle’s interpretation caused him to wave off any in the crowd who’d thought Kylie had capitulated and the loud shout of ‘NO’ from the zebra convinces Eliza to release her constricting limbs. This didn’t mean freedom for Ky though, as Bliss claimed two handfuls of Kylie’s platinum bob and SLAMMED her elfin features into the thinly-sheathed plywood, her face BANGING off the deck with enough force to elicit a reflexive groan of sympathy from the partisan Blackbird-backing crowd.
Olivia offered no such utterance, smiling at the glassy eyes of the dazed Sanders who rolled to her back and stares blankly at the rafters. Demetria and Jasmine screamed in unison at Castle for the brief possession of Ky’s hair, demanding Eliza be disqualified. Nick only looked at the duo in disbelief, knowing the rap sheet of each member of Hot & Bothered.
Beside him, the slender soprano rose and waited, poised for a struggling Kylie to reach her feet. As Ky pushed up, the Brit surged to her prey, reaching low for a single-leg scoop. But a surprisingly aware Kylie stepped over Eliza’s dipped body with her opposite leg to escape the attempt, and spun to face the doubled Bliss. Quickly pulling Eliza’s head between her ivory thighs, Kylie wrapped her arms around Blissy’s gulping tummy and hauled her foe’s feet off the canvas.
It’s one of the quickest Piledrivers on record, Sanders barely waiting to get Eliza’s head pointed to the mat, the brunette’s legs not yet pointing to the ceiling, before dropping Bliss on her crown when Sanders sat out.
PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JjXL5udLdFA
Eliza froze for a moment, body still overturned, lean limber legs wide. Then she toppled bonelessly from between the outstretched, abbreviated stems of the blonde and spread onto her back where Kylie rolled to hers and hooked a leg in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The FAWNatics and Dare breathed a sigh of relief, while Jasmine pounded on the canvas, insisting the incredible turn of events yielded a three-count. For her part, Demetria leapt to the apron, grasping the top rope with both hands and berating Castle.
With the referee occupied by Sanders’s manager, the Badass from Hotlanta reached a hand far under the bottom rope. It’s unclear for whom she’s fishing as the women laid next to each other, elbow to elbow and unmoving. The dawn broke when it’s the Blackbird who skidded off the canvas and landed lethargically in the lap of a growling Washington.
Not about to take Eliza’s kidnapping lying down, Dare flew along the outside of the ring. Busting her taut little ass around the second corner, one Blackbird ran headlong into another as J-Dawg whipped Bliss down the length of the squared circle and the two Brits collided in a cacophonous collision in front of a confused Castle.
Olivia was sent sprawling while Eliza wobbled away in a U-turn and headed heedlessly back toward the helpful Jasmine. Washington collected her partner’s foe and spread her arms wide, letting a gobsmacked Eliza lean into her. Jasmine professed her innocence in any nefarious activity, claiming the tag team partners were having a tiff. The African-American beauty stuffed Eliza back into the ring under the bottom rope and a recovered Kylie collected Bliss as H&B’s manager dropped back to her station on the floor next to Washington.
The former and never-was Corps members used their lungs to their fullest. The still obviously aching Kylie managed a scowl as she lifted Bliss to her feet, kept her doubled over, and RAMMED a stiff forearm smash into the diva’s spine. Blissy stumbled away, backbone arching, her face twisted in pain. Kylie chased her foe down and landed another and again Eliza was sent off but this time her fists clenched in rage.
The crowd roared as they saw a fire stoked in Eliza. Kylie shook her head warily, casting a nervous glance at her corner. The platinum blonde reached Eliza as the brunette turned to face Kylie and Sanders landed an echoing bytch slap across the Brit’s left cheek. Eliza’s head whipped to the side but returned with a burning rage exhibited. Bliss wailed out a perfect high note, right arm cocked, the supreme soprano ready to throw some heavy hands when Kylie shot a lightning strike of a punt between Blissy’s thighs.
Eliza squeaked as she rose to tiptoes, her feet turning inward, hands shooting to her crotch, dark doe eyes welling. As the enraged throng got ready to riot, Kylie couldn’t hide a wide, crooked smirk.
“You didn’t REALLY think she was going to beat me, did you? Morons!”
The unhappy denizens of the FAWN Arena responded to the name calling with some of their own, chanting “TROLL…TROLL…TROLL!”
An irate Sanders covered her ears. She turned to Castle. “Tell them to shut up!”
Nick shrugged. “First Amendment, Kylie.”
Fuming, Ky focused her ire on Eliza who, though not quite as frozen as moments before was barely ambulatory. Sanders took off like a shot for the opposite ropes and rebounded toward the waddling Blissy. The Pleasant Valley Pariah slid in on her knees and delivered a punch to Eliza‘s tummy, doubling over the already aching Brit with a deep guttural groan.
The hated traitor rose to her feet then dipped her head between the thighs of the Blackbird. Sanders wrapped her arms just under the glutes of the reeling Bliss and the FAWN original ‘hupped’ the brunette onto her right shoulder, Eliza draped over. Kylie held her foe there for a long second, letting the crowd and Bliss guess what’s to come before sitting out and delivering Bliss to the canvas face-first with the Iowa Waterwheel Facebuster.
IOWA WATERWHEEL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L78bbjcEtWw
Eliza ended a splattered mess, facedown and in a motionless spread-eagle. Kylie rolled to her demolished foe and roughly shoved the stunned soprano to her back, climbing aboard the Brit to the delight of her manager and partner. Sanders pressed her body tight to the slinky Bliss in a Crossbody, hooking a leg as Andrews and Washington shouted the count with the slaps of the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Eliza threw a shoulder up a half second shy of defeat, earning scorn from the other two thirds of Hot & Bothered and a relieved sigh from a slowly recovering Olivia. Ky threw Castle a withering glare and smacked her palm ‘one, two, three!’ but the ref only shook his head and flashed two fingers. “I forgot, these pretty little birdies only sing for Da Man.” Sanders sneered as she scraped the limber brunette off the mat. “Don’t bother me, I’d rather listen to them scream anyway.”
Neither Castle or Bliss had anything to say to that, so Kylie cuffed the latter across the back of the head with a Forearm Smash, then wrapped her up in a tight Waistlock. What followed was a rude lift and ruder drop, Sanders spiking the Englishwoman’s tailbone on the point of her knee in a sort of low-fi Atomic Drop, but rather than let Blissy stumble away on tiptoe, the incensed Iowan squeezed the Waistlock that much tighter and popped her hips to take Bliss up, over and DOWN onto the base of her head and shoulders. Lest one forget the technical acumen of one Kylie Sanders, take note of her flawless bridge as Nick swooped in to render this one over and done…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Eliza slid loose again, a boozy act of defiance that earned immediate claims of bias from Andrews and Washington. Sanders made no such claim, she simply hoisted the Renaissance Woman off the deck and flicked a glance in Jasmine’s direction. J-Dogg caught it at once and left the arguing to Demetria so she could head for the other side of the squared circle. In the same breath Ky laid claim to Bliss’s wrist, stepped back and sent her to the buckles with an Irish Whip so stiff the Briton didn’t have a chance to twist around before she BWUUUNGED tits-first into the top turnbuckle. Certain that Washington could do her job with no further assistance, Kylie stomped over to Castle and lit into him not disqualifying Eliza for demeaning her haircut earlier in the bout.
Proving herself quite stealthy when she wasn’t mouthing off at the top of her lungs, Jasmine eased around the corner and hopped onto the apron beside Bliss’s corner. “Better warm up those lungs, honey pie.” she cooed after filling her hands with the brunette’s long locks. “It’s about time you sung a new soNNNNGGGHHH!”
Hands grabbed Jasmine’s ankles and yanked hard enough to pull her from her perch! Letting loose of Bliss’s hair to prevent her own face from bouncing off the ledge, Washington landed in relative comfort, but that didn’t make her any happier to lock eyes with Olivia Dare. “One chance, sweet girl.” the former World Champion said quietly. “Let them finish this on their own, or I’ll take you off the board right now.”
Aware that her compatriots were still occupying the zebra’s attention, Jasmine raised her hands and took a step back. “All right, all right, Livy, I don’t want any--” Jazz pointed a shoulder at the blonde, hopped forward off her back foot and fired off a Super Kick that would’ve been perfect if dipped under the encroaching leg. Worse, the Oncoming Storm caught Washington’s gam across her shoulders, the pit of the youngster’s knee snugged against the nape of Olivia’s neck. She’d barely had a chance to register this change in balance when Dare hooked an arm across her shin and another across her head in a Front Facelock.
The FAWNatics knew what was coming and so they cheered quite heartily when Olivia muscled the would be assailant to high noon and treated herself to a running start before laying out on the thinly-padded concrete. Brutal under the best of circumstances, the Quatermass Buster delivered on the floor reduced Jasmine to a moaning, glassy-eyed starfish in a single stroke.
QUATERMASS BUSTER @ 00:11
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uJmbvMc0N_4
The commotion finally got the attention of Castle, Andrews and Sanders, who all hurried over to find Olivia chatting with some front row fans while Jasmine tried to remember where she’d parked. Furious over what had to be botched assistance, Ky slammed a knee into the small of Bliss’s back, then mounted the second rope and buried one hand in her foe’s hair. The other pointed an accusing finger at Dare. “I want that bytch out of here right now, Castle!” Kylie practically screamed. “She attacked J-Dogg when her back was turned!”
“I did no such thing.” Olivia countered with a cool smile. “It seems that Ms. Washington was overtook with a case of the nerves, it seems the spotlight burns a bit too bright for her delicate sensibilities. But if it pleases you I’ll take her backstage to the infirmary. Perhaps Ms. Andrews would like to join us?”
Nick glanced to the ‘tron, which was just now showing the replay of Jasmine’s failed interference and subsequent punishment. “That’s a good idea, Olivia. Demetria, help Jasmine up and see her backstage. Olivia, you go with them ‘em to make sure they don’t get lost.”
“WHAT!?” Kylie and Demetria shrieked in near unison. “Why should Demetria have to--”
“Or I could just call the match right now so you both can help her.” the ref interrupted.
Snarling in frustration as the playing field was swept level, Sanders doubled down on the hair grip, yanked Bliss’s head back and BWUNKED it against the top turnbuckle. “THIS IS ON YOU, DARE!” (BWUNK!) Kylie shrieked to the exiting Brit as she continued the skull rattling punishment. “EVERY CONCUSSION, (BWUNK!) EVERY BIT OF PHYSICAL THERAPY, (BWUNK!) EVERY MEAL (BWUNK!) SHE TAKES THROUGH A STRAW! (BWUNK!) IT’S ALL ON YOOOWHOAAHH!”
Beneath her, Eliza suddenly wrenched out and back, escaping the Iowan’s prison at the cost of several strands of hair. Without really thinking about it, Bliss braced her hands against Kylie’s thighs and pushed as hard as she could. The result saw Sanders dropped into a rough landing on the second strand, the blonde looking like someone who’d tried a high flying version of the Bronco Buster and paid a heavy price for coming up short. Grimacing over the sting in her scalp and the scrapes on her face, the Superlative Soprano palmed the back of Ky’s head in one hand and unloaded a barrage of Forearm Smashes across her shoulders with the other.
Castle let the bludgeoning spin out for an internal five count, then he stepped in and tapped Bliss on the ribs. “That’s enough Eliza, get her out of the corner.” Eliza nodded, but tacked on a final shot for good measure. From there she turned her back on the blonde and reached back with both hands to cup Sanders’s chin. Loathing the Englishwoman’s touch, Kylie grimaced and tried to wriggle free, alas Bliss tore her loose from the corner with a single colossal yank and laid out on her back to THWHUMP Kylie’s head and shoulders with a hellacious Hangman’s Neckbreaker. The roar of the crowd spurred Eliza into a quick cover, the purple-clad Brit floating over into a Crossbody good enough for…
SECOND ROPE HANGMAN'S NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4rzwaDpLyXM
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sanders lifted a shoulder off the canvas, proving she was far from hapless when removed from the rest of Hot & Bothered. This didn’t bother Bliss at all, indeed she whistled a few pleasant notes as she got to her feet and grabbed hold of the blonde’s right ankle. Stepping over the stretched limb with her left foot, Bliss angled Ky’s stem across her thigh, then grabbed Sanders’s left leg and folded it over her exposed right ankle.
Still dazed from the Neckbreaker, Kylie could only shake her head and reach for the gammy knot. “Guuhhh… get the hell away from me, crackUUUNNGGGHHH!”
Bliss twisted down into a seat on the mat, a sudden shift that rolled onto her bound knees. Dark eyes centered on the American’s wriggling bum, Eliza fetched it a stinging overhanded SMACK, then leaned forward and grabbed Kylie’s wrists when she tried to protect against another shot. “You’re mine now, understudy.” Eliza cranked back on Kylie’s wrists, pulling the smaller woman onto her knees, which wouldn’t have been so bad if the Songbird hadn’t also raised her right leg and planted that foot directly between Sanders’s shoulders. Strapped tight to this wickedly modified Surfboard, Kylie sang a mournful dirge consisting entirely of ‘NO’s’ sung in differing tones as Eliza applied even more pressure in search of that elusive ‘yes’.
MOURNFUL DIRGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ZmmIWtI8a8
And things went from bad to worse when Eliza released her grip on Kylie’s wrists and exchanged it for a set of cupped hands under Sanders’s chin pulling her farther back and stretching the one-time World Champion’s spine to the snapping point.
To her credit, despite the pained, muffled mewls, Sanders refused to surrender. Without her crew for support, there’s little the platinum blonde could do but suffer and suffer she did. Even then Kylie showed the one quality no FAWNatic could deny her, an ability to withstand hellacious punishment and remain in the game. She did so in this case, Bliss tiring of her inability to force the capitulation. She tossed Kylie off to the side, popped to her feet and shook out her weary limbs while Ky massaged her lower back, elfin features pinched in pain.
Sanders crawled toward her corner, looking confused for a moment at its emptiness. She slapped the canvas with an open palm, remembering Castle had played Da Man’s hand on her. She only had that singular moment as Blissy mounts her back and snaked her arms around Kylie’s head in a Sleeper grip.
But instead of riding the Pleasant Valley Pariah to the canvas, the diva lifted Ky from all fours to vertical pressing her body in close to Sanders. Eliza then dipped and threw, vaulting Kylie up and over with a ring-rattling Sleeper Suplex that put Sanders down on her head and shoulders. Kylie’s momentum sent her somersaulting over to her chest. She cradled the back of her braincase with both hands, boots pattering against the canvas as the assembled roared at the sight of the traitor getting her just desserts.
SLEEPER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Gj0PMxG3u8
Eliza didn’t waste any time in keeping the pressure on Sanders. She scrambled to her feet and moved to the downed platinum blonde. But instead of applying a pinning predicament, she moved to Kylie’s legs and knotted them around one off her own. Facing away from the Hawkeye’s head, the slender soprano showed off her limber frame, deftly bridging and scooping cupped hands under Kylie’s chin. The brunette tugged Sanders’ head upward, wrenching her foe’s neck and again, testing the strength of Ky’s vertebrae with her Double Aria.
DOUBLE ARIA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qZS5GsgdLSU
Kylie was wrapped up in an inescapable bond, the Blackbird seemingly intent on paying Ky back for taking her Lightweight title so many years ago that set their singles career paths in very different directions. The perfect pearlies of the Brit clenched in effort as she had Sanders in agony. From the crowd, a chant of “TAP…TAP…TAP” filled the arena and a second round back torture in a minute was clearly forcing even Kylie’s resistance to the edge, but again she survived long enough. This time the stressful position Blissy placed herself in to maintain her Aria took its toll and she had to relent, releasing her grip and dropping from her bridge onto Kylie’s back.
Eliza lounged on the moaning Sanders, taking a moment to recover her energy for a grand finale that would let Vanilla Chill know this incarnation would be her last and that she could complain about Da Man while in traction at Orlando General.
The Brit rolled off the squirming blonde and pushed to her feet. Turning, she stomped Kylie up and down her spine, apparently hoping to ‘mudhole’ her foe’s entire column. Ky endured the abuse long enough to slither to the ropes and grab on. She cried for a stoppage and Nick intervened, trundling a focused and “energetic” Eliza from causing any further damage.
Kylie took the opportunity to roll out under the ropes and dropped her unsteady feet to the arena floor. She leaned heavily against the apron while Eliza fidgeted nervously within the squared circle. When Castle was slow to start his count, the diva headed for the opposite cables and raced back toward Sanders. She dropped into a Baseball Slide, boots headed toward Kylie’s chest when the Hawkeye pivoted and let her foe skid by.
As Eliza spun to find her missed target, she’s met with a surprisingly nimble Super Kick to the chin. It’s not the most powerful but it staggered Bliss long enough for Kylie to surge toward the soprano, tackle her around the waist and DRIVE Eliza spine-first into the metal barricade behind her.
As a pained Blissy slid down the steel onto her haunches, an aching Ky leaned on the top of the divider. She snatched a water bottle from one of the fans and took a big pull then poured the rest over the top of Eliza, Bliss drenched, her surprised ‘eeep’ showing perfect pitch.
With Castle’s count growing, Kylie strode to the apron and rolled in, but just as quickly rolled out, a look of frustration clear on Nick’s face. Sanders, looking a bit more her conniving self, though there’s still a wince as she leaned down to collect the doused Bliss, pulled the Blackbird up from her haunches.
She scooped up her foe from behind, apparently looking for a Side Suplex onto the thinly-padded cement, but Kylie had something more cruel in mind. Lifting Eliza over the barrier, she dropped her straight down, the soprano’s legs coming down on either side, the metal rod at the top splitting the difference, thrust into Blissy’s crotch.
Eliza’s doe eyes bugged, her jaw dropping from the immense pain from below. Kylie wiped her hands dramatically then added a bytch slap that nearly sent Eliza dropping into the front row, a few hands from the stands keeping her in place. The diva, her hands pushing against the metal to provide some slack between her undercarriage and the pole, dropped in the other direction, landing with a meaty ‘smeck’ then cradling into an anguished ball.
Her work apparently done, Kylie strutted to the ring where she’s met with the disapproving gaze of Castle. Nick didn’t bother with any words, knowing Vanilla Chill was never going to take any advice from ‘Da Man’. A smirking Kylie hopped to the apron and demanded Castle widen the ropes for her entry. Perhaps reflexively, he did the gentlemanly thing and helped Kylie in.
As Sanders took a victory lap around the ring, Eliza peeled herself out of her cocoon and, looking broken, crawled toward the apron.
Kylie let her come, snidely urging Bliss on with one hand while suggesting Nick increase the pace of his count with the other. The Senior Official chose not to oblige this request and even then it was a close thing, as he’d just sounded ‘EIGHTEEN!’ when the Englishwoman put a knee on the apron and boosted herself up. “What do you think you’re doing?” Sanders scoffed. “Only stars come through the ropes. Understudies crawl under them.”
“That must be why you’re so comfortable on NNGGGHHH!”
Bliss’s attempted reentry came to a rude end when Ky stepped in and pounded a Kneelift into her tummy. The Renaissance Woman crumpled against the strands, leaving her in perfect position for Kylie to slap on a Front Facelock and secure a handful of trunks. “All right punk, you want in?” the blonde taunted. “Then you’re comin’ in my way.”
To that end she bent her knees and hoisted Bliss to two o’clock. It would’ve been noon if the Briton hadn’t grabbed the strands and kicked her legs until Sanders had to set her back on the apron. Wrenching loose of the smaller woman’s grasp, Eliza hooked an arm around the back of Kylie’s head and reared back for “OOOOWWWWW BYTCH!” All thoughts of vengeance gave way for self preservation as Kylie darted in and chomped down on her foe’s forehead!
“C’mon Ky, knock that shyt off!” Nick demanded at once. But Sanders had no intention of knocking anything off, so the ref started a quick count.
‘FOUR!’ ended the nasal gnawing, alas Bliss’s troubles were just beginning. Snuggled in close enough to plant a smooch on the brunette’s forehead, Kylie hooked her right arm across Eliza’s chest and quickly slung her prey’s right arm over her shoulder. Reaching around with her free hand, Kylie trapped Bliss’s head and shoulders in a tight loop, then stepped back until the Songbird was stretched out parallel to the canvas with only the Iowan and her ankles keeping her in place. The crowd sensed trouble and booed vociferously, which only earned a scornful smirk from Sanders. “You losers ever heard this little birdie hit a flat? Listen close!” With that she kicked her feet forward and laid out to THWHONK Bliss’s face and chest into the mat with a rope-hung Flatliner.
ROPE HUNG FLATLINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t-I2q54GuMY
Eliza groaned, rolled over onto her back and groaned again when Kylie stuffed a quick Mushroom Stomp into her midsection. “You do make beautiful music, Lizzie.” Sanders giggled as she slipped through the strands to the apron. “I just can’t decide if it’s those screaming high notes or those low, bone deep groans. Guess I’ll just have to keep playin’ ya to find out.” Eliza offered her no reason to stop this bravura performance, so the Pleasant Valley Pariah sprang onto the top rope where she paused just long enough to offer a pair of middle fingers to the jeering FAWNatics. Then she was up n’ gone, the former World Champion disappearing into the lights for a few long heartbeats before she plummeted out of the sky and BURIED an Elbow Drop between Eliza’s breasts. Ky slid around on one hip, laid out on Eliza’s chest in a Back Press and bundled both of her legs tight for…
SPRINGBOARD ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOOqGePyftE
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Bliss lifted a shoulder with a half tic to spare, bringing the fans and Kylie to their feet, albeit for very different reasons. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME, CASTLE?” she raged at the zebra. “JUST HOW MANY TIMES ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE ME BEAT THIS BYTCH?”
“Just once, Ky.” he replied. “So why not get to it?”
The Hateful Hawkeye reared back as if to slap him, but in the end she rounded on Eliza and hauled her up with a double handful of hair. Slapping on the Front Facelock without so much as a word, Sanders slung the woozy warrior’s near arm across her shoulders and helped herself to a handful of tights that also doubled as a nasty wedgie. “Wonder what the neck brace is going to do for your sound? Bet it sounds like auto-tune for cheap skanks.” Curious to see if she was right, Sanders pounded a few quick Kneelifts into Eliza’s tummy to make sure the Briton was properly jellied when she muscled her overhead. No resistance this time, Bliss’s lithesome form merely swayed in the re-circulated air as the crowd tolled the seconds. ‘ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE…’
“MMMMMPPPPPGGGHHHHHHH!”
Sanders’s smug grin dissolved into a gasping gargle when Bliss stuffed her free hand into the blonde’s mouth! Unable to defend against the upside down Cleft Note without relinquishing her grip, Kylie planted her feet and tried to spit out those damned fing--“GUUUHHHRRRRK!”
The Blackbird jammed those wicked fingers into the soft flesh under Sanders’s tongue, forcing the blonde’s knees to give way even as her storied resolve ground on. Dropping into a crouch just behind her wheezing rival, Eliza trapped Sanders’s left arm in a Half Nelson and pulled the right arm back in a Chickenwing. Striking before Ky’s befuddled brain could clear the cobwebs, Eliza dropped her hips and straight up turned the Iowan inside out, Sanders THWHUNKING down on the back of her head and shoulders en route to rolling to a boneless seat.
SOUBRETTE-PLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6P99a9dblNE
Chin on chest, Kylie offered nothing more than a soft groan when Bliss stormed over and cupped her ears. Eliza opened her mouth to say something, thought better of it until she’d hauled the glassy-eyed blonde to her feet. “Do you know the biggest difference between the understudy and the star of the show?” she asked in the midst of drawing Sanders’s arms behind her back in a Double Chickenwing. Kylie groaned and tugged but couldn’t free herself, just as Bliss intended. Lips to the American’s ears, she cooed, “A true star shines without her back-up singers.”
With that she pulled Sanders’s arms a little farther, lowered her head and planted it between the blonde’s shoulders. From there she twisted around in a half circle that reversed their positions so that it was Kylie doubled over with her head pressed to the taller woman’s back. While admittedly not that widely-read when it came to their taste in opera, the Mayhem crowd let loose with a rafter-shivering cheer as the Songbird twisted right and then left, Eliza snapping back the way she’d came to spin both ladies into a gorgeous mid-air corkscrew that culminated with Kylie TWHONKING down on the crown of her skull! Utterly star-struck in the wake of the Prima Decrescendo, Sanders was stretched out flat and pliant until the Renaissance Woman shot a Half Nelson and shoveled her onto her back. After that the domineering diva crawled aboard and repaid Kylie’s earlier low blow with some perfectly legal groin stretching in the form of a Double Leg Grapevine. And just in case that wasn’t enough, Blissy pinned the blonde’s wrists overhead and pressed that gulping tummy into her face while Castle and the FAWNatics counted off…
PRIMA DECRESCENDO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OiXgaml-IIw
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Bliss let loose and leaned back on her haunches, pretty face raised to the overhead lights She was still admiring the view when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… ELIZA BLISS!”
Another round of cheers from those assembled as a beaming Olivia hurried down the aisle to re-join her partner in the squared circle. “Beautiful work, Liza, really beautiful.” Dare exclaimed after a hug. “Had me in suspense until the very end!”
“It was lovely, wasn’t it? Thank you for removing the back-up dancers, by the way. I’ve always hated a crowded stage.”
“More than welcome. Now, what say we celebrate?”
“I say, just give me a moment.”
Excusing herself, Eliza sauntered over to Kylie and planted a foot on either side of her hips. “This one’s for you, sweetness.” Bliss craned her head back, stretched her arms wide and belted out a glorious high note appreciated by everyone save for the slumbering blonde. Once the final curtain came down, Eliza thanked the crowd with a deep bow, then joined Olivia for a quick circuit of the ring and a much longer victory stroll up the aisle.
“Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, being accompanied by Olivia Dare, hailing from London, England, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-two pounds. She is the Sublime Soprano, the Renaissance Woman… ELIZA BLISSSS!”
ELIZA BLISS:
A sweet melodious set of notes reached to the heights, the highest high of soprano superlatives don’t even begin describe the beauty of the operatic ecstasy. Nor did it prove adequate for the woman on the stage.
Eliza raised her arms dramatically and serenaded the FAWNatics with her own entrance accompaniment, no one else able to reach the perfect notes of operatic rapture. Blissy set herself on the upper stage. The slender, sinewy brunette, long locks falling in great cascades, was clad in a lacy black one-piece that clung tight to her lightly tanned form; curious, futuristic, metallic wristbands, glitter from each wrist to only a few inches short of her elbows. Below, she wore tempting, knee-high black leather boots. The Englishwoman strode down the aisle belting out the concluding aria of Giulio Cesare, the opera that had made her famous or infamous, depending on fan or foe. Several steps behind, a street clothes-clad Olivia Dare followed along, the Oncoming Storm considerately silent as her partner owned the spotlight.
OLIVIA DARE:
Judged only by her performance and the look on her face, it was easy to believe Bliss didn’t have a care in the world, though she and Olivia both knew the Superlative Soprano was eager to get back on the winning track, especially after her last disastrous outing against the now Intercontinental Champion, Trisha Belle. Bliss’s eyes narrowed the tiniest bit as she remembered the drubbing and just as quickly dismissed it. Tonight was about a different foe altogether and Eliza meant to end this skid once and for all. Finishing her performance in the shadow of the squared circle, Bliss dipped forward in a deep bow, then slapped hands with a few front row fans. About that time Olivia caught up and put a hand on her shoulder.
“I’ll keep an eye on Demetria and Jasmine as best I can.” she told the Songbird. “But they still have the numbers advantage. And we both know the sort of duplicitous savagery Kylie holds in her heart.”
Eliza nodded solemnly. Hot & Bothered was no joke, as evidenced by the way they’d harried the Burlingame Sisters for months. “I most certainly do. Of course I could have told everyone as much years ago, not that they would have listened. Luckily the spotlight burns away everything but true colors.” She paused and rolled her shoulders. “Wish me luck, ‘Liv.”
“You’re Eliza Bliss, luv, You don’t need luck.”
Bliss grinned, then turned to the squared circle and skipped up the ring steps. Sliding through the ropes, she offered the capacity crowd an elegant wave as she made her way to the far corner. An exceptional performer in every sense of the word, Eliza managed to keep most every eye on her with a simple stretch routine almost as captivating as her aria.
The music afficiandos in the house were still applauding Bliss’s operatic acumen when Iggy and Charlie tore their way through the speakers.
FANCY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w
‘Fancy’ blared over the speakers as the one and, thank god, only Pleasant Valley Pariah strode to the middle of the stage as if she owned the place.
KYLIE SANDERS:
Kylie, with her ever present Louis Vuitton clutch in hand, wore a black one-piece, black leather belt around her midriff, black lace covering her shoulders and upper arms, the Iowan in her signature LV. She finished things with black boots and pads.
Behind, on the FAWNtron, ‘‘VANILLA CHILL IN DA HOUSE BYTCHES!’ appeared in ten-foot high, gold letters. And quickly on either shoulder was Chill’s crew. The African-American dazzler Jasmine Washington on one side and the manager of both women, Demetria Andrews, on the other.
JASMINE WASHINGTON:
DEMETRIA ANDREWS:
The former FAWN grappler shows Sanders off like her most precious possession. Each Nubian beauty raises a wrist of the former fan favorite and boos fall like from a cloudburst.
Vanilla Chill smirked at the Orlando lowlifes and the three women headed down the ramp and aisle together, staring, pointing and talking shyt about the dangerous diva in the ring.
Reaching the squared circle, Kylie Sanders dabbed both women, the Hawkeye sharing a beaming smile with her new compatriots. The elfin blonde turned a much sterner gaze to the multitudes heaping their disdain and tossing less than complimentary remarks at the turncoat and her allies.
Sanders stomped up the steps, leaving her manager and J-Dogg to huddle on the outside, Washington dressed in a tiny black hoodie, (black version of the following: i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/biggerb/Jasmine-clothing.jpg~original ), the grappler snapping her head back to clear the hood from her cranium and shoulder-length ebony locks. Beneath Jazzy wore camo boy-cut trunks (http://s2.photobucket.com/user/biggerb/media/Jasmine-clothing%20below.jpg.html ) which accentuated her bootylicious backside.
Andrews charmed in a skin tight red cocktail dress and pumps, lips scarlet, hair a coppery hue.
As Sanders entered, the Announcer picked up his cue.
“And introducing her opponent, from da space where Da Man ain’t got no place…standing five feet four inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and thirteen pounds…Vanilla Chill…Kylie Sanders!”
Mid-ring, Ky, stick already in hand, waved at the crowd to shut the hell up. They only turned up the volume of their hatred.
“Is it time this screeching crow be put out of our misery?” Kylie shouted.
Demetria and Jasmine make it clear they’re prepared for tonight’s match to be Eliza’s Swan Song, but they also seemed mightily distracted by the fearsome fellow Blackbird across the way.
Kylie swung to face Blissy.
“Do ya remember when you were relevant in singles, bytch? Because I don’t either.”
Sanders moved to the center to spit some knowledge.
“It’s time for little songbirds to fly away home before they get plucked and fricasseed.”
Kylie dropped the stick and it clunked to the canvas where referee Nick Castle retrieved it shortly thereafter.
“Sing for me, sweetheart,” the hated Hawkeye added, just for the two of them. “Before I play your final note.”
The bell sounded and the longtime rivals came out of their corners at once, each looking to rebound from prior setbacks at the expense of the other. Seeing Sanders’s hands rise in time with her own, Eliza hunched forward in anticipation of the initial clench, only to sigh inwardly when Kylie drew back and began to circle. “Oh how the mighty have fallen,” the platinum half of Hot & Bothered sighed. “There was a time when Eliza Bliss wouldn’t have deigned to share the spotlight with ANYONE, now look at you. You’re content to stand in Olivia’s shadow even when she’s not even in the damned match.” Sanders swept a disgusted hand in the direction of the other Blackbird, not that ‘Liza or ‘Liv rose to the bait, they knew Ky and her tactics too well to take their eyes of her even for a second.
“If you’ll notice,” Bliss said dryly, “I’m front and center waiting for you to muster the spine to lock-up. Olivia volunteered to second me tonight because you’re so quick to let Andrews and Washington lend a hand when you find yourself in over your head.” Eliza smiled prettily, relishing the irritation on Sanders’s face. “That seems to be happening more often these days, doesn’t--”
Kylie made as if you slap the Briton, then changed course and dragged her into a Side Headlock when Bliss tried to defend. Grinding Eliza’s temple against the point of her hip, Sanders forced the taller girl to bend over nearly double as she poured on the pressure. “Let’s get one thing crystal goddamned clear.” Ky snarled. “I don’t NEED anyone to kick ass in this ring, especially not a delicate little warbler like you.” She emphasized the point by plunging a hand into Bliss’s long locks and pulling hard. “I have CHOSEN to align myself with a mind like Demetria’s and a can’t miss prospect like Jasmine because I want to encourage the growth of FAWN’s next generation all while putting beatings on the likes of you and whoaaaerrgggghh!”
Bliss prized Kylie’s hands apart, took command of her left wrist and twisted around behind to force the former World Champion up on her toes with a Hammerlock. “It’s nice to see this new philanthropic side as you head into your dotage, dear.” the Renaissance Woman drove a knee into Sanders’s glutes just because she could. “Is that also the reason you dive for the corner any time someone OW! OOWW! HAIR! Get her off my hair, Castle!”
“Since when did you turn into such a freakin’ whiner?” Kylie gave the brunette’s hair another hard yank, even though the ref was already clamoring for her to break the grip. “Where’s my count, Mr. Man? You just stomp over here and make demands without even giving me a EEERRGGGHHHH!”
In no mood to tolerate Kylie’s bullshyt any longer than necessary, Bliss crooked her free hand into a claw and forced the break herself by raking her blonde across the eyes! The Pleasant Valley Pariah answered with a sharp back elbow into her opponent’s gut, then wrenched loose and stumbled toward the ropes with one hand pressed against her face. Eliza ‘ooofffhhed’ and backed up a few steps, though she was quicker (and much quieter) in her recovery.
“What the hell was that, Castle?!” Sanders practically shouted. “Bytch just gets a free pass to rake my eyes?”
“Like the free pass you got to pull my hair?” Bliss snapped from across the ring. “Lord, I remember when you could actually shut your mouth and wrestle. It was your only redeeming--”
No chance to finish the pseudo-compliment as the Hot & Bothered blonde leapt in search of the Collar & Elbow she’d delayed earlier. Eliza stood her ground but she was in no mood to let those talons near her face so she pivoted into Kylie, hooked an arm under her left armpit and laid out on her side to toss the smaller woman into the opposite ropes with an Arm Drag. Sanders popped to her feet like a pro and came at Bliss even faster than before. Didn’t make a lick of difference, the Songbird still took her up, over and down with another of those gorgeous Steamboat Arm Drags. But rather than let Kylie slither away again, Bliss maintained possession of the American’s trapped wrist and pulled her arm up straight. Then she stood, measured her shot and dropped to one knee to drive the joint into her opponent’s exposed shoulder. Three more Knee Drops followed in short order, each new blow earning a cry of pain from Sanders and a cry of complaint from Jasmine.
ARM DRAG & KNEE DROPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QJGjbRF70uU
Neither bothered Eliza in the slightest, she merely used the Wristlock to haul Sanders to one knee. Quite aware of her surroundings even after the flurry from the Brit Brat, Ky reached for the ropes only to draw it back with a wince when Eliza swatted her wrist like she was nothing more than a grabby toddler reaching for candy. The FAWNatics chuckled quite a bit, unfortunately what Bliss did next was not nearly so amusing, at least not for the former World Champion. Hooking her left leg over Sanders’s posted left thigh, Eliza leaned over the smaller woman’s back and hooked her left arm beneath Ky’s chin in an Inverted Facelock. In the same motion she curled her right arm around the blonde’s left bicep and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back to secure a grounded version of the Stretch Plum, a move Eliza picked up during one of her latest sparring sessions with Autumn Sammain.
GROUNDED STRETCH PLUM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Bgb-_GGSNw
Hunched over the mewling grappler, Bliss bore down on the Facelock and crouched a little deeper, which forced Kylie’s ribs into the point of her intruding knee. “Give it up, Kylie.” Bliss demanded after Sanders had waved Nick off. “You’re not getting out of this and no one’s coming to help, not when I’m looking your little posse dead in the eye.”
Andrews and Washington both responded with raised middle fingers, but neither made a move to respond with both the Blackbirds and the ref in full view. Kylie didn’t even notice, she was too busy trying to gouge her left elbow into the Briton’s hip, unfortunately the angle of Bliss’s body made her shots almost totally ineffectual. “Nnnnngggghhhh NO!” Ky snapped when she felt the idiot Castle tap her knee again. “Leave me alone, I can get out of this just AARRRGGHHHHH!”
Eliza sank even lower, her butt less than a foot from the canvas as she tried to sculpt Sanders into an upside down J. “Of course you can get out of this immediately, Kylie.” Bliss sounded quite chipper in her agreement. “All you have to do is tap-dammit, let go of my bloody hair!”
But Kylie, who felt like she’d damned near separated her left shoulder in slipping that arm over the brunette’s knee, kept right on pulling until Bliss was forced to stand up. All that remained of the Stretch Plum was the Inverted Facelock and while it was far from pleasant, Kylie endured it (and broke the hair-hold) long enough to lace both hands across the base of Bliss’s neck. “There.” “Ky huffed. “I let go of her f*cking hair. Now just shut up and--”
SMACK! Eliza halved her control, flattened that hand into a paddle and brought it down hard on the smaller woman’s gulping tummy. The slap startled Sanders long enough for Eliza to cinch the Facelock a little tighter and help herself to a handful of Kylie’s black one piece. With her grips secured, the Songbird bent her knees and popped her hips to take the platinum pugilist up, over and DOWN onto her defenseless chest and tummy with an Inverted Suplex.
INVERTED SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mt6-1VEN0k8
Somersaulting into a seat on Sanders’s back as soon as the throw landed, Bliss planted her feet, grabbed Kylie’s arms and pulled them back over her thighs for what would’ve been a Camel Clutch if she’d hooked the chin. Instead she circled an arm around the American’s throat and bore down on an improvised Sleeper that had Sanders’s face flushed pink, then red, in a matter of seconds.
“Ask her.” Eliza said to Nick after she’d cupped her free hand against the base of Ky’s skull. “Something tells me a woman with such a matronly haircut won’t be eager to endure such punishment for very long.”
Frankly, Castle couldn’t understand how Kylie’s ‘do entered into the effectiveness of the songbird’s submission, but he asked the increasingly harried blonde if she wanted to cash in her chips.
There’s no verbal or other response from the blushed and flushed Sanders so tied up was FAWN’s Benedict Arnold. The frightened face of the Hawkeye betrayed the fearful Sleeper Clutch Bliss had in place and Nick had to take two pronounced blinks of Kylie’s hazel eyes for ‘no’.
Castle’s interpretation caused him to wave off any in the crowd who’d thought Kylie had capitulated and the loud shout of ‘NO’ from the zebra convinces Eliza to release her constricting limbs. This didn’t mean freedom for Ky though, as Bliss claimed two handfuls of Kylie’s platinum bob and SLAMMED her elfin features into the thinly-sheathed plywood, her face BANGING off the deck with enough force to elicit a reflexive groan of sympathy from the partisan Blackbird-backing crowd.
Olivia offered no such utterance, smiling at the glassy eyes of the dazed Sanders who rolled to her back and stares blankly at the rafters. Demetria and Jasmine screamed in unison at Castle for the brief possession of Ky’s hair, demanding Eliza be disqualified. Nick only looked at the duo in disbelief, knowing the rap sheet of each member of Hot & Bothered.
Beside him, the slender soprano rose and waited, poised for a struggling Kylie to reach her feet. As Ky pushed up, the Brit surged to her prey, reaching low for a single-leg scoop. But a surprisingly aware Kylie stepped over Eliza’s dipped body with her opposite leg to escape the attempt, and spun to face the doubled Bliss. Quickly pulling Eliza’s head between her ivory thighs, Kylie wrapped her arms around Blissy’s gulping tummy and hauled her foe’s feet off the canvas.
It’s one of the quickest Piledrivers on record, Sanders barely waiting to get Eliza’s head pointed to the mat, the brunette’s legs not yet pointing to the ceiling, before dropping Bliss on her crown when Sanders sat out.
PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JjXL5udLdFA
Eliza froze for a moment, body still overturned, lean limber legs wide. Then she toppled bonelessly from between the outstretched, abbreviated stems of the blonde and spread onto her back where Kylie rolled to hers and hooked a leg in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The FAWNatics and Dare breathed a sigh of relief, while Jasmine pounded on the canvas, insisting the incredible turn of events yielded a three-count. For her part, Demetria leapt to the apron, grasping the top rope with both hands and berating Castle.
With the referee occupied by Sanders’s manager, the Badass from Hotlanta reached a hand far under the bottom rope. It’s unclear for whom she’s fishing as the women laid next to each other, elbow to elbow and unmoving. The dawn broke when it’s the Blackbird who skidded off the canvas and landed lethargically in the lap of a growling Washington.
Not about to take Eliza’s kidnapping lying down, Dare flew along the outside of the ring. Busting her taut little ass around the second corner, one Blackbird ran headlong into another as J-Dawg whipped Bliss down the length of the squared circle and the two Brits collided in a cacophonous collision in front of a confused Castle.
Olivia was sent sprawling while Eliza wobbled away in a U-turn and headed heedlessly back toward the helpful Jasmine. Washington collected her partner’s foe and spread her arms wide, letting a gobsmacked Eliza lean into her. Jasmine professed her innocence in any nefarious activity, claiming the tag team partners were having a tiff. The African-American beauty stuffed Eliza back into the ring under the bottom rope and a recovered Kylie collected Bliss as H&B’s manager dropped back to her station on the floor next to Washington.
The former and never-was Corps members used their lungs to their fullest. The still obviously aching Kylie managed a scowl as she lifted Bliss to her feet, kept her doubled over, and RAMMED a stiff forearm smash into the diva’s spine. Blissy stumbled away, backbone arching, her face twisted in pain. Kylie chased her foe down and landed another and again Eliza was sent off but this time her fists clenched in rage.
The crowd roared as they saw a fire stoked in Eliza. Kylie shook her head warily, casting a nervous glance at her corner. The platinum blonde reached Eliza as the brunette turned to face Kylie and Sanders landed an echoing bytch slap across the Brit’s left cheek. Eliza’s head whipped to the side but returned with a burning rage exhibited. Bliss wailed out a perfect high note, right arm cocked, the supreme soprano ready to throw some heavy hands when Kylie shot a lightning strike of a punt between Blissy’s thighs.
Eliza squeaked as she rose to tiptoes, her feet turning inward, hands shooting to her crotch, dark doe eyes welling. As the enraged throng got ready to riot, Kylie couldn’t hide a wide, crooked smirk.
“You didn’t REALLY think she was going to beat me, did you? Morons!”
The unhappy denizens of the FAWN Arena responded to the name calling with some of their own, chanting “TROLL…TROLL…TROLL!”
An irate Sanders covered her ears. She turned to Castle. “Tell them to shut up!”
Nick shrugged. “First Amendment, Kylie.”
Fuming, Ky focused her ire on Eliza who, though not quite as frozen as moments before was barely ambulatory. Sanders took off like a shot for the opposite ropes and rebounded toward the waddling Blissy. The Pleasant Valley Pariah slid in on her knees and delivered a punch to Eliza‘s tummy, doubling over the already aching Brit with a deep guttural groan.
The hated traitor rose to her feet then dipped her head between the thighs of the Blackbird. Sanders wrapped her arms just under the glutes of the reeling Bliss and the FAWN original ‘hupped’ the brunette onto her right shoulder, Eliza draped over. Kylie held her foe there for a long second, letting the crowd and Bliss guess what’s to come before sitting out and delivering Bliss to the canvas face-first with the Iowa Waterwheel Facebuster.
IOWA WATERWHEEL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L78bbjcEtWw
Eliza ended a splattered mess, facedown and in a motionless spread-eagle. Kylie rolled to her demolished foe and roughly shoved the stunned soprano to her back, climbing aboard the Brit to the delight of her manager and partner. Sanders pressed her body tight to the slinky Bliss in a Crossbody, hooking a leg as Andrews and Washington shouted the count with the slaps of the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Eliza threw a shoulder up a half second shy of defeat, earning scorn from the other two thirds of Hot & Bothered and a relieved sigh from a slowly recovering Olivia. Ky threw Castle a withering glare and smacked her palm ‘one, two, three!’ but the ref only shook his head and flashed two fingers. “I forgot, these pretty little birdies only sing for Da Man.” Sanders sneered as she scraped the limber brunette off the mat. “Don’t bother me, I’d rather listen to them scream anyway.”
Neither Castle or Bliss had anything to say to that, so Kylie cuffed the latter across the back of the head with a Forearm Smash, then wrapped her up in a tight Waistlock. What followed was a rude lift and ruder drop, Sanders spiking the Englishwoman’s tailbone on the point of her knee in a sort of low-fi Atomic Drop, but rather than let Blissy stumble away on tiptoe, the incensed Iowan squeezed the Waistlock that much tighter and popped her hips to take Bliss up, over and DOWN onto the base of her head and shoulders. Lest one forget the technical acumen of one Kylie Sanders, take note of her flawless bridge as Nick swooped in to render this one over and done…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Eliza slid loose again, a boozy act of defiance that earned immediate claims of bias from Andrews and Washington. Sanders made no such claim, she simply hoisted the Renaissance Woman off the deck and flicked a glance in Jasmine’s direction. J-Dogg caught it at once and left the arguing to Demetria so she could head for the other side of the squared circle. In the same breath Ky laid claim to Bliss’s wrist, stepped back and sent her to the buckles with an Irish Whip so stiff the Briton didn’t have a chance to twist around before she BWUUUNGED tits-first into the top turnbuckle. Certain that Washington could do her job with no further assistance, Kylie stomped over to Castle and lit into him not disqualifying Eliza for demeaning her haircut earlier in the bout.
Proving herself quite stealthy when she wasn’t mouthing off at the top of her lungs, Jasmine eased around the corner and hopped onto the apron beside Bliss’s corner. “Better warm up those lungs, honey pie.” she cooed after filling her hands with the brunette’s long locks. “It’s about time you sung a new soNNNNGGGHHH!”
Hands grabbed Jasmine’s ankles and yanked hard enough to pull her from her perch! Letting loose of Bliss’s hair to prevent her own face from bouncing off the ledge, Washington landed in relative comfort, but that didn’t make her any happier to lock eyes with Olivia Dare. “One chance, sweet girl.” the former World Champion said quietly. “Let them finish this on their own, or I’ll take you off the board right now.”
Aware that her compatriots were still occupying the zebra’s attention, Jasmine raised her hands and took a step back. “All right, all right, Livy, I don’t want any--” Jazz pointed a shoulder at the blonde, hopped forward off her back foot and fired off a Super Kick that would’ve been perfect if dipped under the encroaching leg. Worse, the Oncoming Storm caught Washington’s gam across her shoulders, the pit of the youngster’s knee snugged against the nape of Olivia’s neck. She’d barely had a chance to register this change in balance when Dare hooked an arm across her shin and another across her head in a Front Facelock.
The FAWNatics knew what was coming and so they cheered quite heartily when Olivia muscled the would be assailant to high noon and treated herself to a running start before laying out on the thinly-padded concrete. Brutal under the best of circumstances, the Quatermass Buster delivered on the floor reduced Jasmine to a moaning, glassy-eyed starfish in a single stroke.
QUATERMASS BUSTER @ 00:11
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uJmbvMc0N_4
The commotion finally got the attention of Castle, Andrews and Sanders, who all hurried over to find Olivia chatting with some front row fans while Jasmine tried to remember where she’d parked. Furious over what had to be botched assistance, Ky slammed a knee into the small of Bliss’s back, then mounted the second rope and buried one hand in her foe’s hair. The other pointed an accusing finger at Dare. “I want that bytch out of here right now, Castle!” Kylie practically screamed. “She attacked J-Dogg when her back was turned!”
“I did no such thing.” Olivia countered with a cool smile. “It seems that Ms. Washington was overtook with a case of the nerves, it seems the spotlight burns a bit too bright for her delicate sensibilities. But if it pleases you I’ll take her backstage to the infirmary. Perhaps Ms. Andrews would like to join us?”
Nick glanced to the ‘tron, which was just now showing the replay of Jasmine’s failed interference and subsequent punishment. “That’s a good idea, Olivia. Demetria, help Jasmine up and see her backstage. Olivia, you go with them ‘em to make sure they don’t get lost.”
“WHAT!?” Kylie and Demetria shrieked in near unison. “Why should Demetria have to--”
“Or I could just call the match right now so you both can help her.” the ref interrupted.
Snarling in frustration as the playing field was swept level, Sanders doubled down on the hair grip, yanked Bliss’s head back and BWUNKED it against the top turnbuckle. “THIS IS ON YOU, DARE!” (BWUNK!) Kylie shrieked to the exiting Brit as she continued the skull rattling punishment. “EVERY CONCUSSION, (BWUNK!) EVERY BIT OF PHYSICAL THERAPY, (BWUNK!) EVERY MEAL (BWUNK!) SHE TAKES THROUGH A STRAW! (BWUNK!) IT’S ALL ON YOOOWHOAAHH!”
Beneath her, Eliza suddenly wrenched out and back, escaping the Iowan’s prison at the cost of several strands of hair. Without really thinking about it, Bliss braced her hands against Kylie’s thighs and pushed as hard as she could. The result saw Sanders dropped into a rough landing on the second strand, the blonde looking like someone who’d tried a high flying version of the Bronco Buster and paid a heavy price for coming up short. Grimacing over the sting in her scalp and the scrapes on her face, the Superlative Soprano palmed the back of Ky’s head in one hand and unloaded a barrage of Forearm Smashes across her shoulders with the other.
Castle let the bludgeoning spin out for an internal five count, then he stepped in and tapped Bliss on the ribs. “That’s enough Eliza, get her out of the corner.” Eliza nodded, but tacked on a final shot for good measure. From there she turned her back on the blonde and reached back with both hands to cup Sanders’s chin. Loathing the Englishwoman’s touch, Kylie grimaced and tried to wriggle free, alas Bliss tore her loose from the corner with a single colossal yank and laid out on her back to THWHUMP Kylie’s head and shoulders with a hellacious Hangman’s Neckbreaker. The roar of the crowd spurred Eliza into a quick cover, the purple-clad Brit floating over into a Crossbody good enough for…
SECOND ROPE HANGMAN'S NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4rzwaDpLyXM
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sanders lifted a shoulder off the canvas, proving she was far from hapless when removed from the rest of Hot & Bothered. This didn’t bother Bliss at all, indeed she whistled a few pleasant notes as she got to her feet and grabbed hold of the blonde’s right ankle. Stepping over the stretched limb with her left foot, Bliss angled Ky’s stem across her thigh, then grabbed Sanders’s left leg and folded it over her exposed right ankle.
Still dazed from the Neckbreaker, Kylie could only shake her head and reach for the gammy knot. “Guuhhh… get the hell away from me, crackUUUNNGGGHHH!”
Bliss twisted down into a seat on the mat, a sudden shift that rolled onto her bound knees. Dark eyes centered on the American’s wriggling bum, Eliza fetched it a stinging overhanded SMACK, then leaned forward and grabbed Kylie’s wrists when she tried to protect against another shot. “You’re mine now, understudy.” Eliza cranked back on Kylie’s wrists, pulling the smaller woman onto her knees, which wouldn’t have been so bad if the Songbird hadn’t also raised her right leg and planted that foot directly between Sanders’s shoulders. Strapped tight to this wickedly modified Surfboard, Kylie sang a mournful dirge consisting entirely of ‘NO’s’ sung in differing tones as Eliza applied even more pressure in search of that elusive ‘yes’.
MOURNFUL DIRGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ZmmIWtI8a8
And things went from bad to worse when Eliza released her grip on Kylie’s wrists and exchanged it for a set of cupped hands under Sanders’s chin pulling her farther back and stretching the one-time World Champion’s spine to the snapping point.
To her credit, despite the pained, muffled mewls, Sanders refused to surrender. Without her crew for support, there’s little the platinum blonde could do but suffer and suffer she did. Even then Kylie showed the one quality no FAWNatic could deny her, an ability to withstand hellacious punishment and remain in the game. She did so in this case, Bliss tiring of her inability to force the capitulation. She tossed Kylie off to the side, popped to her feet and shook out her weary limbs while Ky massaged her lower back, elfin features pinched in pain.
Sanders crawled toward her corner, looking confused for a moment at its emptiness. She slapped the canvas with an open palm, remembering Castle had played Da Man’s hand on her. She only had that singular moment as Blissy mounts her back and snaked her arms around Kylie’s head in a Sleeper grip.
But instead of riding the Pleasant Valley Pariah to the canvas, the diva lifted Ky from all fours to vertical pressing her body in close to Sanders. Eliza then dipped and threw, vaulting Kylie up and over with a ring-rattling Sleeper Suplex that put Sanders down on her head and shoulders. Kylie’s momentum sent her somersaulting over to her chest. She cradled the back of her braincase with both hands, boots pattering against the canvas as the assembled roared at the sight of the traitor getting her just desserts.
SLEEPER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Gj0PMxG3u8
Eliza didn’t waste any time in keeping the pressure on Sanders. She scrambled to her feet and moved to the downed platinum blonde. But instead of applying a pinning predicament, she moved to Kylie’s legs and knotted them around one off her own. Facing away from the Hawkeye’s head, the slender soprano showed off her limber frame, deftly bridging and scooping cupped hands under Kylie’s chin. The brunette tugged Sanders’ head upward, wrenching her foe’s neck and again, testing the strength of Ky’s vertebrae with her Double Aria.
DOUBLE ARIA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qZS5GsgdLSU
Kylie was wrapped up in an inescapable bond, the Blackbird seemingly intent on paying Ky back for taking her Lightweight title so many years ago that set their singles career paths in very different directions. The perfect pearlies of the Brit clenched in effort as she had Sanders in agony. From the crowd, a chant of “TAP…TAP…TAP” filled the arena and a second round back torture in a minute was clearly forcing even Kylie’s resistance to the edge, but again she survived long enough. This time the stressful position Blissy placed herself in to maintain her Aria took its toll and she had to relent, releasing her grip and dropping from her bridge onto Kylie’s back.
Eliza lounged on the moaning Sanders, taking a moment to recover her energy for a grand finale that would let Vanilla Chill know this incarnation would be her last and that she could complain about Da Man while in traction at Orlando General.
The Brit rolled off the squirming blonde and pushed to her feet. Turning, she stomped Kylie up and down her spine, apparently hoping to ‘mudhole’ her foe’s entire column. Ky endured the abuse long enough to slither to the ropes and grab on. She cried for a stoppage and Nick intervened, trundling a focused and “energetic” Eliza from causing any further damage.
Kylie took the opportunity to roll out under the ropes and dropped her unsteady feet to the arena floor. She leaned heavily against the apron while Eliza fidgeted nervously within the squared circle. When Castle was slow to start his count, the diva headed for the opposite cables and raced back toward Sanders. She dropped into a Baseball Slide, boots headed toward Kylie’s chest when the Hawkeye pivoted and let her foe skid by.
As Eliza spun to find her missed target, she’s met with a surprisingly nimble Super Kick to the chin. It’s not the most powerful but it staggered Bliss long enough for Kylie to surge toward the soprano, tackle her around the waist and DRIVE Eliza spine-first into the metal barricade behind her.
As a pained Blissy slid down the steel onto her haunches, an aching Ky leaned on the top of the divider. She snatched a water bottle from one of the fans and took a big pull then poured the rest over the top of Eliza, Bliss drenched, her surprised ‘eeep’ showing perfect pitch.
With Castle’s count growing, Kylie strode to the apron and rolled in, but just as quickly rolled out, a look of frustration clear on Nick’s face. Sanders, looking a bit more her conniving self, though there’s still a wince as she leaned down to collect the doused Bliss, pulled the Blackbird up from her haunches.
She scooped up her foe from behind, apparently looking for a Side Suplex onto the thinly-padded cement, but Kylie had something more cruel in mind. Lifting Eliza over the barrier, she dropped her straight down, the soprano’s legs coming down on either side, the metal rod at the top splitting the difference, thrust into Blissy’s crotch.
Eliza’s doe eyes bugged, her jaw dropping from the immense pain from below. Kylie wiped her hands dramatically then added a bytch slap that nearly sent Eliza dropping into the front row, a few hands from the stands keeping her in place. The diva, her hands pushing against the metal to provide some slack between her undercarriage and the pole, dropped in the other direction, landing with a meaty ‘smeck’ then cradling into an anguished ball.
Her work apparently done, Kylie strutted to the ring where she’s met with the disapproving gaze of Castle. Nick didn’t bother with any words, knowing Vanilla Chill was never going to take any advice from ‘Da Man’. A smirking Kylie hopped to the apron and demanded Castle widen the ropes for her entry. Perhaps reflexively, he did the gentlemanly thing and helped Kylie in.
As Sanders took a victory lap around the ring, Eliza peeled herself out of her cocoon and, looking broken, crawled toward the apron.
Kylie let her come, snidely urging Bliss on with one hand while suggesting Nick increase the pace of his count with the other. The Senior Official chose not to oblige this request and even then it was a close thing, as he’d just sounded ‘EIGHTEEN!’ when the Englishwoman put a knee on the apron and boosted herself up. “What do you think you’re doing?” Sanders scoffed. “Only stars come through the ropes. Understudies crawl under them.”
“That must be why you’re so comfortable on NNGGGHHH!”
Bliss’s attempted reentry came to a rude end when Ky stepped in and pounded a Kneelift into her tummy. The Renaissance Woman crumpled against the strands, leaving her in perfect position for Kylie to slap on a Front Facelock and secure a handful of trunks. “All right punk, you want in?” the blonde taunted. “Then you’re comin’ in my way.”
To that end she bent her knees and hoisted Bliss to two o’clock. It would’ve been noon if the Briton hadn’t grabbed the strands and kicked her legs until Sanders had to set her back on the apron. Wrenching loose of the smaller woman’s grasp, Eliza hooked an arm around the back of Kylie’s head and reared back for “OOOOWWWWW BYTCH!” All thoughts of vengeance gave way for self preservation as Kylie darted in and chomped down on her foe’s forehead!
“C’mon Ky, knock that shyt off!” Nick demanded at once. But Sanders had no intention of knocking anything off, so the ref started a quick count.
‘FOUR!’ ended the nasal gnawing, alas Bliss’s troubles were just beginning. Snuggled in close enough to plant a smooch on the brunette’s forehead, Kylie hooked her right arm across Eliza’s chest and quickly slung her prey’s right arm over her shoulder. Reaching around with her free hand, Kylie trapped Bliss’s head and shoulders in a tight loop, then stepped back until the Songbird was stretched out parallel to the canvas with only the Iowan and her ankles keeping her in place. The crowd sensed trouble and booed vociferously, which only earned a scornful smirk from Sanders. “You losers ever heard this little birdie hit a flat? Listen close!” With that she kicked her feet forward and laid out to THWHONK Bliss’s face and chest into the mat with a rope-hung Flatliner.
ROPE HUNG FLATLINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t-I2q54GuMY
Eliza groaned, rolled over onto her back and groaned again when Kylie stuffed a quick Mushroom Stomp into her midsection. “You do make beautiful music, Lizzie.” Sanders giggled as she slipped through the strands to the apron. “I just can’t decide if it’s those screaming high notes or those low, bone deep groans. Guess I’ll just have to keep playin’ ya to find out.” Eliza offered her no reason to stop this bravura performance, so the Pleasant Valley Pariah sprang onto the top rope where she paused just long enough to offer a pair of middle fingers to the jeering FAWNatics. Then she was up n’ gone, the former World Champion disappearing into the lights for a few long heartbeats before she plummeted out of the sky and BURIED an Elbow Drop between Eliza’s breasts. Ky slid around on one hip, laid out on Eliza’s chest in a Back Press and bundled both of her legs tight for…
SPRINGBOARD ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOOqGePyftE
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Bliss lifted a shoulder with a half tic to spare, bringing the fans and Kylie to their feet, albeit for very different reasons. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME, CASTLE?” she raged at the zebra. “JUST HOW MANY TIMES ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE ME BEAT THIS BYTCH?”
“Just once, Ky.” he replied. “So why not get to it?”
The Hateful Hawkeye reared back as if to slap him, but in the end she rounded on Eliza and hauled her up with a double handful of hair. Slapping on the Front Facelock without so much as a word, Sanders slung the woozy warrior’s near arm across her shoulders and helped herself to a handful of tights that also doubled as a nasty wedgie. “Wonder what the neck brace is going to do for your sound? Bet it sounds like auto-tune for cheap skanks.” Curious to see if she was right, Sanders pounded a few quick Kneelifts into Eliza’s tummy to make sure the Briton was properly jellied when she muscled her overhead. No resistance this time, Bliss’s lithesome form merely swayed in the re-circulated air as the crowd tolled the seconds. ‘ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE…’
“MMMMMPPPPPGGGHHHHHHH!”
Sanders’s smug grin dissolved into a gasping gargle when Bliss stuffed her free hand into the blonde’s mouth! Unable to defend against the upside down Cleft Note without relinquishing her grip, Kylie planted her feet and tried to spit out those damned fing--“GUUUHHHRRRRK!”
The Blackbird jammed those wicked fingers into the soft flesh under Sanders’s tongue, forcing the blonde’s knees to give way even as her storied resolve ground on. Dropping into a crouch just behind her wheezing rival, Eliza trapped Sanders’s left arm in a Half Nelson and pulled the right arm back in a Chickenwing. Striking before Ky’s befuddled brain could clear the cobwebs, Eliza dropped her hips and straight up turned the Iowan inside out, Sanders THWHUNKING down on the back of her head and shoulders en route to rolling to a boneless seat.
SOUBRETTE-PLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6P99a9dblNE
Chin on chest, Kylie offered nothing more than a soft groan when Bliss stormed over and cupped her ears. Eliza opened her mouth to say something, thought better of it until she’d hauled the glassy-eyed blonde to her feet. “Do you know the biggest difference between the understudy and the star of the show?” she asked in the midst of drawing Sanders’s arms behind her back in a Double Chickenwing. Kylie groaned and tugged but couldn’t free herself, just as Bliss intended. Lips to the American’s ears, she cooed, “A true star shines without her back-up singers.”
With that she pulled Sanders’s arms a little farther, lowered her head and planted it between the blonde’s shoulders. From there she twisted around in a half circle that reversed their positions so that it was Kylie doubled over with her head pressed to the taller woman’s back. While admittedly not that widely-read when it came to their taste in opera, the Mayhem crowd let loose with a rafter-shivering cheer as the Songbird twisted right and then left, Eliza snapping back the way she’d came to spin both ladies into a gorgeous mid-air corkscrew that culminated with Kylie TWHONKING down on the crown of her skull! Utterly star-struck in the wake of the Prima Decrescendo, Sanders was stretched out flat and pliant until the Renaissance Woman shot a Half Nelson and shoveled her onto her back. After that the domineering diva crawled aboard and repaid Kylie’s earlier low blow with some perfectly legal groin stretching in the form of a Double Leg Grapevine. And just in case that wasn’t enough, Blissy pinned the blonde’s wrists overhead and pressed that gulping tummy into her face while Castle and the FAWNatics counted off…
PRIMA DECRESCENDO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OiXgaml-IIw
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Bliss let loose and leaned back on her haunches, pretty face raised to the overhead lights She was still admiring the view when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… ELIZA BLISS!”
Another round of cheers from those assembled as a beaming Olivia hurried down the aisle to re-join her partner in the squared circle. “Beautiful work, Liza, really beautiful.” Dare exclaimed after a hug. “Had me in suspense until the very end!”
“It was lovely, wasn’t it? Thank you for removing the back-up dancers, by the way. I’ve always hated a crowded stage.”
“More than welcome. Now, what say we celebrate?”
“I say, just give me a moment.”
Excusing herself, Eliza sauntered over to Kylie and planted a foot on either side of her hips. “This one’s for you, sweetness.” Bliss craned her head back, stretched her arms wide and belted out a glorious high note appreciated by everyone save for the slumbering blonde. Once the final curtain came down, Eliza thanked the crowd with a deep bow, then joined Olivia for a quick circuit of the ring and a much longer victory stroll up the aisle.