Post by bigfan on Jul 23, 2017 21:06:23 GMT
It takes only a few chords of keyboard for the crowd to recognize ‘Happy’ from Pharell Williams. They rise to their feet as one, clapping in time with the music. The FAWNatics know the delightful, upbeat sounds trumpet the arrival of a pair of flighty, free-wheeling, often airborne Upstarts. And it’s proven true mere seconds later when the tawny bedimpled lightweight champion dances to center stage with the organization’s resident Rave Queen at her side.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6Sxv-sUYtM )
Bouncing off each other, an aura of kinetic energy surrounds both women. The little ladies share a hug and a high five, a proud Michalka dipping to shine the golden faceplate of Chloe’s belt, Fields blushing and pushing Kat back playfully.
“Stop it,” she giggles.
Each Upstart boogies their way down the ramp and aisle, slapping hands with as many followers as each can reach.
With the fan favorites amidst their love fest, the PA blares to life.
KATYA MILCHALKA:
CHLOE FIELDS:
“Your next contest will be one fall with a 20-minute time limit. Introducing first…from Boca Raton, Florida and Kiev, Ukraine…proud members of the Upstarts clan…Chloe ‘Strawberry’ Fields and Katya Michalka.”
The duo waves strenuously at every corner of the arena when they reach the ring. Katya bangs her head and twirls her hips in a hot pink cropped tee, neon blue hot pants with white ankle boots and rainbow-colored legwarmers up to mid-thigh.
Kat slides into the ring while Chloe continues to dispense hugs on the outside. Michalka finds a plush pink bear waiting in a corner and lifts it high, calling to Chloe. Fields turns to the sounds of the Ukrainian, Katya’s accent noticeable but not heavy. The former redhead hugs her heart when she sees who’s waiting for her then makes the same out of her fingers and thumbs.
Chloe hops to the apron in a pink and black ruffled two piece with mini-skirted bottoms ( reverse coloring of the following: (http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/profile-by-gottex-bikini-top-skirted-bottoms/3196092?origin=category&resultback=798 ) pink boots and black pads.
She slides through the ropes and races to her bestest buddy Straw Beary (http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/52/sbeare.jpg/ ).
Fields gives her friend an enormous hug and Katya joins in to make it a three-way, the “awwws” from the crowd overtaking the ovation. Chloe holds her bear high, Straw waving at all his fans. She brings him back down and plants a big smooch on his forehead then places him in the Upstart corner as the music for the beloved twosome begins to fade.
Chloe unclasps her hardware and hands over the title belt to a friendly FAWN attendant, the duo turning serious as their, and everyone’s attention, moves to the upper stage. One Mite was dangerous enough, as Janel had shown in Chloe’s title defense last month, but the way Domi Daly had fallen back into her hateful, yes even meanie ways at Mayhem in the aftermath meant Manning had Mite-y reinforcements.
Chloe received the OK from Bethany to put her scheduled Swelter title defense aside to get a shot at the mini-Meanies and Fields seems sure she and Katya will not waste the chance to show Dominique the error of forsaking her rebuilt reputation.
With the crowd’s roar barely having subsided, the sound of The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus’ ‘You Better Pray’ echoes through the arena. The FAWNatics respond with resounding boos for the newly reformed Mighty Mites, the estrogen-filled Napoleons about to arrive like a plague of scheming, underhanded, as Yoona Park so indelicately puts it, hobbits.
As the assembled exercise their lungs, the arena falls into darkness. A red spotlight illuminates the stage from the right, before winking out. The process is followed by a white spot from directly overhead, then a blue one from the left. As the sequence began its second cycle and continues, it illuminates the outline of two diminutive but muscular forms. And, as the lights come up, the tiny terrors of gymnastics start their parade down the ramp and aisle.
The announcer is nearly drowned out by the echoing chorus of boos.
“And their opponents, at a combined weight of 232 pounds of Olympic brilliance, from Portland, Oregon the undisputed leader of the Domi-Nation…the Nasty Mite…DOMINIQUE DALY and her partner, from Iowa City, Iowa, the Golden Mite, Janel Manning. Together they are the Mighty Mites!”
A glaring, surly Domi’s taut frame vibrates with energy in a gleaming ivory leotard, the slick material adorned with a smattering of tiny stars in black, red and blue. Despite Yoona using the trademark strategic rips in her previous model in rather salacious fashion, they are present in the replacement version and several swatches of Daly’s tawny midriff are clearly visible, as is the impressive musculature in her shoulders, arms and thighs. The look is completed with matching white tape on her wrists and ankles, her feet bare. Daly’s trademark long swishy chocolate-colored ponytail tied in place.
DOMI DALY:
JANEL MANNING:
Janel has her familiar flaxen-hued counterpart and she bounces down the aisle next to Domi in a white leotard with a single solid strap over her left shoulder, a thin trio of small white strips across the opposite number. She sports red wrist and ankle tape and also goes sans boots.
Janel accompanies Daly up the steps and opens the top and middle ropes for the exotic little grappler, all appearances of their years of bitter disagreements washed away in the shared passion to wreak havoc upon the Upstarts and the entire light and tag divisions.
Daly slips through the cables and pops to a handstand, ‘walking’ her way around the ring, finally somersaulting forward and hopping to her feet when she reaches her corner, in perfect position for she and Manning to share a high-five.
Janel, gripping the uppermost rope with both hands, flings herself over the top cable without a hint of effort and drops into a somersault, popping gracefully to her feet. The spandex-clad duo huddle in their corner, taking occasional glances at the similarly situated Upstarts.
Dominique breaks from the duo and heads toward center stage while Chloe does likewise from the Upstart gathering, the official quickly calling for the bell so the pair can tear into each on a legal basis.
The two lightweights fling themselves at each other, the newly dark-haired champion locking up with the Pac Rim beauty. Chloe quickly transitions into a side headlock and grinds Daly’s head against her side.
“Why Domi? You had all the applause you could ever want from the fans. They loved you,” Fields huffs, doing her best to control the squirming former gymnast.
“When I saw them enjoy what Yoona was doing to me, it broke me out of a trance,” Daly grunts. “I got slapped in the face. I understand wanting anything from them is a mistake. From now on I’m taking. Most especially from you.”
Chloe pivots and rips Dominique off her feet, hiptossing the ponytailed brunette to a landing on her muscular derriere. Fields races by the seated and wincing Domi and bounds into the ropes. Racing back at Daly after the 180, she slams her boots into the Mite’s chest with a low dropkick that sends Daly’s upper half flat to the canvas in the blink of an eye.
Chloe kips to her feet to the audible delight of the FAWNatics, Domi cradling the back of her braincase.
“You’ve let the meanies win,” Strawberry says, clearly disappointed. “But I’m not letting you do any winning.”
Domi, having pushed up to one knee and shaking out a cobweb or two, provides the speedy Fields a perfect platform. Having rebounded off the ropes again, Chloe uses her foe’s raised knee to step up to an enziguri kick to Domi’s left temple and the Shining Wizard knocks the sinewy, Nasty Mite to her side, already seeing a galaxy worth of stars within the first minute of action.
The lightweight title obviously growing on Strawberry, Daly uses her momentum to roll toward the ropes and under, dropping her bare tootsies to the lightly padded cement floor. Daly shifts her head to take a crook out of her neck and walks toward the Mite corner where she climbs to the apron, a beaming Chloe watching all the while.
“Not so easy when you’re not coming at me from behind, is it?” Fields giggles.
Domi sneers at the Upstart and the support she receives from the appreciative crowd.
“Bytch grew up when I wasn’t looking,” Daly growls to her fellow Mite.
“Yeah,” Janel affirms. “Annoying, isn’t it?”
“A little, yeah. But nothing a couple of women with our pedigrees, can’t handle.”
Domi grabs the top rope with both hands and flings herself back into battle, running toward Chloe the second her soles hit the canvas. Instead of flinching, Fields stands her ground and leapfrogs over the charging Domi when the former gymnast’s head dips slightly.
Dominique slams on the brakes and turns to find the champion. She does, but not in the way the Mite would prefer. A poised Chloe leaps into a wickedly precise Spinning Heel Kick that knocks Domi clean off her feet.
Spinning Heel Kick
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mg5nZ3wne3U )
To her credit, the exotique from Oregon scrambles, if unsteadily, to her feet where she’s met with a dropkick to the mush that sends her backpedaling into a crashing collision, back to buckles. Thankfully for Daly, it’s home territory and Janel wraps her arms around the slumping shoulders of the spandex-clad grappler.
“I got this,” Janel assures. “It takes a champion to beat a champion.”
Domi’s face , already etched in pain, adds some aggravation, but she swallows her considerable pride and slips out of the ring while the Golden Mite takes her place, slowly closing the gap as Manning and Fields circle.
“Back for seconds?” Chloe twitters.
“And thirds and fourths,” Janel responds. “I’m helping myself to every piece of you until Bethany forces you to give me a rematch.”
The women come together in a collar-and-elbow tie-up and, after a brief stalemate, the blonde fireplug forces Fields into a quickening retreat that doesn’t stop until the lightweight champion’s back is against her buckles. Katya starts to reach for a shoulder-tag of her fellow Upstart but Janel leaps into a forearm shiver to Michalka’s chin. Katya flies off the apron’s edge, tumbling to the floor, delaying the start of her partying.
“Cupie doll doesn’t want out just yet,” Janel growls as she glances down on the splayed Katya.
“You’re right…for onceUHHHH.”
Chloe’s silenced. After having grabbed Manning by the shoulder to regain her attention, Fields is ‘rewarded’ with a back elbow to the chops that staggers her, then a lifted knee to her tanned tummy that drives her deep into the corner, sagging and gasping.
Manning whistles as she lifts a couple more sidekicks to Chloe’s churning belly then snatches a wrist and spins, sending the former Cirque de Soleil star flying across the canvas. Strawberry barely gets past halfway when she’s met by the bare feet of Domi Daly, the Nasty Mite’s missile dropkick BLASTING Chloe off her feet and sending her into a backward somersault that leaves the newly-minted brunette on her chest, a nearly motionless mess.
Chloe claws weakly at the canvas, pushing her upper half off the deck a couple feet. A charging Janel leaps in from behind, planting a bare sole to the back of the Upstart’s noggin and CURBSTOMPS Chloe’s flawless features into the deck, the crowd groaning in sympathy at the impact then falling into a worried quiet.
Even the tempestuous twosome can’t help but share a vertically-challenged high-five after the show of diabolical teamwork and a smirking Janel turns back to the demolished Chloe while Daly evacuates at the insistent urging of the official.
Janel shovels what’s left of Chloe to her back with a foot to her right shoulder. She plants toes to the cleft of Chloe’s pert bosom for the perfect cover shot and the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Though late to the party, Katya, having slipped through the cables, knocks Janel off her partner with a shoulderblock and keeps the Upstarts in the competition.
Both Mites lodge vehement protests, demanding they win on a disqualification, but the loose interpretation of the rules FAWN usually employs comes back to bite them in this instance and the striped-shirt only offers a scolding and a demand the Ukrainian take her place back in the corner.
Domi has a demand of her own, shouting out to Janel for a tag, stretching her right arm as far as she can while standing on the bottom rope. Manning’s face screws with frustration. She steps to seniority and slaps palms with a look of displeasure.
With the former redhead splayed before her, the veteran heads for the top instead of slipping through the cables. Effortlessly leaping to the top buckles, she places Chloe’s body within the raised frame of her thumbs and forefingers then launches.
Though Dominique has some miles on her, the fuel of the crowd’s jeers seems to fill her tank and she reaches her usual stratospheric level. Collapsing into a tuck at her zenith, Daly spreads wide on her descent and SLAMS down belly to belly in a perfect frog splash across the Upstart’s open midriff. A bugeyed Chloe jackknifes under Domi before settling to her back and shoulders.
Already in place in a cross-body pin, Dominique hooks a leg for good measure, picking up the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Strawberry shoves a shoulder up, if barely, then rolls to her side beneath the disappointed Mite. Domi slaps the canvas, looking at the official.
“The word is THREE!” she shouts at the man while Chloe wriggles beneath her, pushing up to all fours.
Daly gives her foe a disdainful open-hand shove to the crown of her head, rising beside the reeling Stawberry. Domi takes a look at the Upstart corner, planting her beautiful, almond-shaped eyes on Beary. The gaze does not escape Katya’s notice and she reaches down to place the pink plushy between her legs.
Domi grimaces at an opportunity denied and turns her attention back to the lightweight champion, Chloe now to stooped, unsteady feet, facing away from the former gymnast. Daly grabs a shoulder and spins Fields to face her, but Chloe brings a chin-rattling forearm with her that staggers the Pac Rim beauty.
Daly fires back with a right hook to the jaw that wobbles Chloe, but Fields returns a volley, cracking a punch into Domi’s chin. An all-out fistfight develops, one lithe lightweight returning fire with the other, the crowd booing and cheering depending on who’s delivering and who’s taking. Finally, it’s Chloe who lands and blocks Domi’s response. Fields add a second in a row and a third, Daly’s head snapping back as she barely keeps her feet, Strawberry bullying her to the ropes behind.
Finally straightening her right arm, Chloe NAILS Domi with a clothesline across the chest, sending Daly backflipping over the top cable. The former gymnast catches herself from travelling to the floor by snatching the uppermost strand. When Fields steps to deliver a forearm that will send her foe the rest of the way, Domi delivers one of her own to Strawberry’s jaw, snapping her foe away in a half-pirouette.
With Dominique in Chloe’s six, the near Olympian latches onto the top rope with both hands and launches off the outside of the apron, flying to a momentary springboard stance on the cables, Daly leaps again, grabbing Chloe’s head as she flips over the shoulder of the lightweight champ. Gravity does the rest as Domi lands on her muscular behind and, with Chloe’s chin glued to her right shoulder, Daly ROCKS Fields with a Springboard Diamond Dust.
Springboard Diamond Dust
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pj9HlNTydW8 )
Amazingly, Chloe remains upright, windmilling her arms to stay there, her dark eyes glassy. Domi remedies that situation quickly. The ponytailed brunette hops to her feet, turns and dispenses a delving toe kick to the Upstart’s abdomen. With a gurgling Chloe bent at the waist, Domi again tests her bulbous bumpers, snatching a couple handfuls of Fields’ newly chestnut locks, and dropping to her backside, absolutely PLANTING Chloe’s face into the deck with an X-Factor that leaves Strawberry face down and spasming.
Not far from the Upstart corner, Katya drops to the floor, slips her hands in under the bottom rope and snags an ankle of her partner. A risen and celebrating Daly, comfortable in the old familiar disdain of the crowd, fails to notice Kat pull her partner to relative safety, bundling Chloe in her arms and walking her toward Straw Beary’s vicinity.
“I’ve got ya, girl,” Michalka assures.
For her part, Chloe can manage little more than a dazed “uh huh”.
With Katya’s Safety Dance playing out outside of the squared circle, both Mites complain bitterly, but the ref has nothing to do but start his count. Reaching their corner, the Ukrainian grappler rolls her partner under the bottom rope and quickly tags her tush from her stance on the floor. It’s good enough for the official who motions Katya into the match for the first legal time.
Domi gives her fresh foe the once over after Michalka enters and she backpedals nonchalantly to the blonde fireplug behind her, reaching back for a tag and getting the palm slap from the Iowa City native.
Entering in more conventional fashion, namely through the ropes, Manning charges right back at a dashing Rave Queen , lowering a shoulder to use her base to plant Kat to the canvas. Michalka has other ideas, however, dropping to the canvas before the impact and tripping the babyfaced blonde to a nose-first landing with the mat courtesy a drop toe hold.
A cursing Janel rolls to her back, both hands shooting to her face to check on her aching beak. Meanwhile, a motivated Michalka kips to her feet and drops not one, not two, but THREE legdrops across Janel’s throat and chest, each sending the former Olympian into a tremor at impact. After the final one of the trifecta, a delighted Kat performs a spinnerooni next to reeling Manning, using the centrifugal force to reach her feet and deliver the ‘piece de resistance’ of her signature ‘Break It Down’, an elbow drop to the cleft of Janel’s bosom.
After a seizure runs through the Golden Mite’s lower half, Kat presses her body tight to Manning’s in a lateral press. The Ukrainian hooks Janel’s abbreviated far leg and rolls her into a cradle for…
ONE…
TWO…
Janel kicks her way out of the ball, exploding to a seated position with a downcast Rave Queen on all fours next to her. But a beaming smile quickly emerges when Kat collects Janel by the noggin and yanks the Mite to her feet. Katya draws Manning’s braincase into a side headlock and they’re off on a sprint to the opposite corner.
While Kat dives to a seat on the middle ropes next to the corner, the sultry brunette DRIVES the crown of Janel’s head into the middle buckle with a modified ‘dive through’ bulldog. The impact has the Golden Mite staggering drunkenly off in a u-turn, the taut blonde fireplug dropping to her knees at center stage. Behind her, Katya dismounts from her seat, twisting back into the ring and moonwalking to the dazed Mite. Michalka wraps her left arm around Manning in a front facelock and SPIKES Janel’s face into the deck with a Snap DDT.
Snap DDT
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LSB1MVz3wKU )
The Rave Queen shoves Janel to her back and climbs on top in a cross-body pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Manning shows how much power and persistence can be packed into four feet and eleven inches as she shoves Kat off, keeping the Mites alive, for the moment. Manning rolls to her chest and pushes to all fours, Michalka looking more than a little startled at the force with which Janel remained viable.
But the brunette isn’t ready to give Manning any chance at leading this dance. Again, she tugs the wobbly fireplug to her feet. Using a wrist, Katya aims the ponytailed blonde toward her recovered partner and the buckles in front of Chloe.
“Time to take you to the House Party, Janey,” Kat jovially informs.
Michalka Irish Whips the former Olympian toward the Upstart corner, or starts to, but Janel manages to reverse and it’s Katya sent sprinting toward Fields. Chloe manages to soften her partner’s collision with the corner, with extended palms acting as a shock absorber. Janel, having dropped to hands and knees to get as much on the whip as possible, turns tail and crawls at a gallop to Daly, tagging in her fellow Mite.
The legal woman exchanging on either side, Chloe slides through the cables and Domi does likewise. The brunettes race toward each other with right arms drawn and NAIL each other simultaneously with wicked clotheslines that leave both laid out in the middle of the ring. The official gives each a few moments to rise, but when neither does much more than twitch, he starts his count. The FAWNatics join along for a few ticks of the clock but quickly change to a chant of ‘CHLO-EEE’.
The noise stirs both women, each responding to Fields’ name for her own reason. Both reach their feet, but Chloe has the disadvantage of being turned away from Daly. Still, she seems to sense when Daly charges her. She pivots and collects the former gymnast on her hip, lifting Dominique high. But it quickly becomes obvious Daly’s built up too much speed for Strawberry to control. The Nasty Mite spins around Fields’ frame, finally catching the lightweight champion in a front facelock and PLANTING Chloe’s dimples into the deck with a tilt-a-whirl head scissors into a cutter.
Tilt-a-whirl head scissors into a cutter @ 00:14
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_R600KoGYrw )
The crowd can’t help but change their chant to “HOLY SHYT”, Domi not to be denied her due, nor a pinning attempt as, with Chloe flopping to her back, Daly wearily throws her body atop Fields for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Neither of Chloe’s shoulders rises an inch before a third slap of the mat. However, she manages to lift and lay an ankle across the nearby bottom rope, saving the Upstarts from defeat.
Domi hops to her feet in celebration, pumping her fist in the air, only to have it halted when the zebra grabs her wrist and forcefully lowers Domi’s arm. A screaming Janel points Daly’s way to Chloe’s draped limb and Domi shrieks in exasperation, tugging at her ponytail.
“Un-freakin-believable,” she wails, walking back to Strawberry and kicking her leg off the rubber-coated steel.
Dominque sinks her nails into Fields’ locks with one hand and grabs a wrist with the other. She readies a tug to bring the Upstart back to her feet, but it’s the former redhead who pulls first and she draws a startled Daly into a HotShot across the middle rope. The Mite’s almond-shaped peepers bulge as she chokes air through her bruised windpipe. Leaning against the strands in a kneel as she gags toward the front row of FAWNatics, Daly doesn’t notice as Fields fights to vertical and staggers toward a tag with arm extended.
Unfortunately, it’s toward the Mites’ corner and Janel is waiting with a balled fist to indeed tag her foe. The crowd squeals in alarm and a glazed Strawberry snap out of it in time to avoid the punch by a couple inches. She spins away from Manning and, not trusting her balance, somersaults a couple times across the ring rather than walking. Hopping out of the second, she tags Katya who races toward a turning and still gasping Daly.
Kat digs a toe kick deep into the taut abdomen of the former gymnast, the washboard gives way grudgingly, Daly doubling over in front of the Ukrainian grappler. The Rave Queen hops atop the bent brunette, straddling Domi’s shoulders. Michalka gathers her momentum and throws her mass to the side, RIPPING Domi off her feet with a sweet Rave Bomb Remix.
Rave Bomb Remix
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UutsI3scTFw )
The demolished Mite ends on her shoulders, legs aloft, her body between Katya’s extended stems for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Domi forces her abbreviated, sinewy stems from Kat’s grasp, banging them together with Michalka’s head in between. The ringer is enough to break Daly free in time and she slops to her side, Kat dropping to horizontal and grasping at her aching ears. Cursing in her native tongue, a pissed Rave Queen collects the reeling Domi by a wrist and tugs her up. She aims Daly at the Upstart corner and heaves.
The Mite flies toward the buckles, spinning into the impact, her body rocked. The force of the blow hits the ‘off button’ on her lower limbs and Daly drops to her rounded bum, legs extended.
The crowd roars at the site, realizing Dominique may have just invited herself to a House Party.
With Daly dimly ‘lounging’ against the bottom pad, Katya charges across the canvas but stops short, thumping a boot into Daly’s chest. Katya boogies down, tossing kicks into Domi’s spandex-clad bosom to the beat of the clapping hands of the fans. Five kicks go to chest and chin until the Rave Queen makes a full spin and drops to a perfectly positioned set of splits, the sole of her front boot SLAMMING into Domi’s crotch to the delight of the assembled.
House Party
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f0Nhu5yNXwU )
Domi’s hands shoot to her privates, her face twisted in agony. A risen Michalka snatches both ankles of her foe and drags her to the middle of the ring where she folds Domi like a matchbook, leaning her entire bodyweight atop Daly’s upturned ass and thighs for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
The Mite unfolds but only through the grace of an invading Janel . Katya, having the common sense to keep an eye on the Mites’ corner, adjusts on the fly to a charging Manning, giving up her pin to collect the charging blonde. She scoops Janel off the deck for a side suplex, but Manning has too much momentum and she sweeps around the Rave Queen’s frame, coming to a stop in an octopus submission on Michalka.
Tilt-a-whirl octopus
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o1AAFsLqXZU )
Katya drops to a crouch as the muscular legs of Manning scissors one of her arms, Janel quickly in possession of the other limb with both hands. The Golden Mite wrenches away, knowing she can’t force a legal submission, but she can sure as hell give Domi a chance to recover while the ref peels her off.
Unsuccessful in doing so, the striped-shirt starts his count. At four, a smirking Janel dismounts and shoves an aching Kat to all fours. Manning sees the cavalry coming in the form of Chloe and levels a clothesline at the charging Upstart. Fields slips around and under the swipe, hooking onto Janel and spinning into a slingblade that RIPS the former Intercontinental and Lightweight champ to the deck in violent fashion.
Slingblade
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dNnXCrehQ14 )
With Manning prevented from leaving by the aggrieved Upstart, the referee seems unsure who to admonish.
Things don’t get much clearer when Domi catches Chloe unawares, leaping and snatching her from behind then tugging her down into a brutal Leaping Russian Leg Sweep that rattles the ring and leaves a glassy-eyed Fields staring blankly at the rafters after the impact.
Leaping Russian Leg Sweep
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOYLrSI0K7U )
Domi kips to her feet and skies again, this time coming down across Chloe’s throat with a patented Splits version of a leg drop, Daly’s front leg crushing Chloe’s windpipe. Strawberry shudders and falls still and with her right leg still draped across the shoulders of the lightweight champion, Daly demands a count.
The official drops to one knee but catches himself before the first slap.
“Sorry Domi. You and Katya.”
Chloe pushes out of the pin in reflex. But as Domi starts to rise that’s not who she needs to worry about. A recovered Katya charges at the ponytailed brunette and wickedly craaacks a lifted knee into Daly’s jaw. The former gymnast spins in a pirouette and ends in a jumble of limbs and torso.
Michalka skids to a stop, turns and scoops a struggling Fields the rest of the way to her feet. Guiding the former redhead in the direction of the rising Janel, the Upstarts click in stereo, delivering double toe kicks to Manning’s ironclad tummy. The double play is enough to freeze the blonde, Strawberry and the Rave Queen spin the groaning Janel so all three women are shoulder to shoulder in the same direction, Manning the meat of the sandwich.
Each Upstart wraps their inner arm around the back of the squirming Mite, Chloe and Kat slipping their head under either flaccid arm of the Iowan. Together, the partners vault Janel’s stems toward the rafter, her boot leather pointed to the lights while each Upstart cradles her back.
But instead of a double suplex, Chloe and Kat flip the script and deliver Janel to the canvas with a turbocharged Sugar Rush, Katya’s signature amped with the able assistance of the lightweight champion.
Sugar Rush
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFpQaOEcnZk )
Janel SLAMS face and chest-first into the canvas from the tag attack. She absently flops to her back, splaying into an insensate starfish.
Moving quickly, each Upstart grabs a wrist and shoulder. They tug a semiconscious Golden Mite to her bare feet, run her to the ropes, and FLING her over, the flaxen ponytail of the former gymnast trailing Manning to a spot on the thinly-padded cement floor.
But as the Upstarts momentarily admire their handiwork, the legal Mite charges from behind, racing between Chloe and Katya, grabbing each around the back of the neck as she does. Domi hops into the middle rope in front of her, both bared soles pressing hard into the cables to drag both Upstarts into a u-turn and double bulldog of the brats.
But the four-footed base of two Upstarts proves much different than the standard springboard version of the maneuver and Fields and Michalka rely on each other to keep from being tugged down. Instead, they collect their balance and turn Domi’s vulnerable position into a combined suplex. Daly’s spine hits with incredible force, her diminutive if powerful frame appearing to be lit with 10,000 volts in reaction to the impact.
A smirking Katya motions Chloe through the ropes and Fields obliges, the Ukrainian quickly tagging the dimpled fan favorite to make her legal. Kat tugs the blasted Domi to her feet and shoves her to a reentering Strawberry who pulls the lowered head of the reeling Mite between her legs.
As Chloe wraps her arms around the gulping tummy of the exotic brunette from Rip City, Katya backpedals a few steps away, the official having long since given up on restoring order. As the FAWNatics chant “LET”S GO UPSTARTS!”, Katya races by the her partner and her foe. The Rave Queen hits the ropes and rebounds, latching on to the lightweight champion and assisting Chloe in her forward flip to put EVEN MORE POWER into her consciousness-depriving Fields’ Day finisher.
Tag Fields’ Day
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XYAgdxCl3ZM )
The spike piledriver draws an incredible ‘OHHHHH’ from the crowd as it appears Dominique’s career might just have been ended Upstart-style.
As Katya confirms Janel’s in no position to make a save, the blonde barely to one knee on the outside, Chloe spreads out a motionless Domi and indulges in a full body-to-body grapevine pin for an anticlimactic but clearly satisfying…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!!
Chloe indulges in pressing Domi’s face to the side, flattening her foe’s opposite cheek against the canvas while raising her opposite hand high in triumph. She uses Daly’s decimated frame as a pad from which to push and launches to her feet, met by a fast approaching Katya.
The Ukrainian Upstart swallows Strawberry in a hug as the ring announcer makes things official.
“Your winners, by pinfall, Chloe Fields and Katya Michalka…the Upstarts.”
Fields revels in taking her revenge for Domi’s post-match Mayhem madness. Both women place a boot sole on Dominique’s chest while a risen Janel leans against the apron, stewing on the outside, deciding it’s not quite time to help her fellow Mite.
Katya becomes a postman, leaving Chloe to enjoy her time in a dominant position over the splayed Domi. The Rave Queen first collects Straw Beary then the lightweight title belt and delivers each to a beaming, bedimpled Chloe. Fields cuddles her pink plushie close and lifts the belt high to the roar of the crowd, apparently showing she’s ready to get back to sub-125 title challengers at Red, White and Bruised after cleaning the Mites out of the Upstart house.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6Sxv-sUYtM )
Bouncing off each other, an aura of kinetic energy surrounds both women. The little ladies share a hug and a high five, a proud Michalka dipping to shine the golden faceplate of Chloe’s belt, Fields blushing and pushing Kat back playfully.
“Stop it,” she giggles.
Each Upstart boogies their way down the ramp and aisle, slapping hands with as many followers as each can reach.
With the fan favorites amidst their love fest, the PA blares to life.
KATYA MILCHALKA:
CHLOE FIELDS:
“Your next contest will be one fall with a 20-minute time limit. Introducing first…from Boca Raton, Florida and Kiev, Ukraine…proud members of the Upstarts clan…Chloe ‘Strawberry’ Fields and Katya Michalka.”
The duo waves strenuously at every corner of the arena when they reach the ring. Katya bangs her head and twirls her hips in a hot pink cropped tee, neon blue hot pants with white ankle boots and rainbow-colored legwarmers up to mid-thigh.
Kat slides into the ring while Chloe continues to dispense hugs on the outside. Michalka finds a plush pink bear waiting in a corner and lifts it high, calling to Chloe. Fields turns to the sounds of the Ukrainian, Katya’s accent noticeable but not heavy. The former redhead hugs her heart when she sees who’s waiting for her then makes the same out of her fingers and thumbs.
Chloe hops to the apron in a pink and black ruffled two piece with mini-skirted bottoms ( reverse coloring of the following: (http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/profile-by-gottex-bikini-top-skirted-bottoms/3196092?origin=category&resultback=798 ) pink boots and black pads.
She slides through the ropes and races to her bestest buddy Straw Beary (http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/52/sbeare.jpg/ ).
Fields gives her friend an enormous hug and Katya joins in to make it a three-way, the “awwws” from the crowd overtaking the ovation. Chloe holds her bear high, Straw waving at all his fans. She brings him back down and plants a big smooch on his forehead then places him in the Upstart corner as the music for the beloved twosome begins to fade.
Chloe unclasps her hardware and hands over the title belt to a friendly FAWN attendant, the duo turning serious as their, and everyone’s attention, moves to the upper stage. One Mite was dangerous enough, as Janel had shown in Chloe’s title defense last month, but the way Domi Daly had fallen back into her hateful, yes even meanie ways at Mayhem in the aftermath meant Manning had Mite-y reinforcements.
Chloe received the OK from Bethany to put her scheduled Swelter title defense aside to get a shot at the mini-Meanies and Fields seems sure she and Katya will not waste the chance to show Dominique the error of forsaking her rebuilt reputation.
With the crowd’s roar barely having subsided, the sound of The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus’ ‘You Better Pray’ echoes through the arena. The FAWNatics respond with resounding boos for the newly reformed Mighty Mites, the estrogen-filled Napoleons about to arrive like a plague of scheming, underhanded, as Yoona Park so indelicately puts it, hobbits.
As the assembled exercise their lungs, the arena falls into darkness. A red spotlight illuminates the stage from the right, before winking out. The process is followed by a white spot from directly overhead, then a blue one from the left. As the sequence began its second cycle and continues, it illuminates the outline of two diminutive but muscular forms. And, as the lights come up, the tiny terrors of gymnastics start their parade down the ramp and aisle.
The announcer is nearly drowned out by the echoing chorus of boos.
“And their opponents, at a combined weight of 232 pounds of Olympic brilliance, from Portland, Oregon the undisputed leader of the Domi-Nation…the Nasty Mite…DOMINIQUE DALY and her partner, from Iowa City, Iowa, the Golden Mite, Janel Manning. Together they are the Mighty Mites!”
A glaring, surly Domi’s taut frame vibrates with energy in a gleaming ivory leotard, the slick material adorned with a smattering of tiny stars in black, red and blue. Despite Yoona using the trademark strategic rips in her previous model in rather salacious fashion, they are present in the replacement version and several swatches of Daly’s tawny midriff are clearly visible, as is the impressive musculature in her shoulders, arms and thighs. The look is completed with matching white tape on her wrists and ankles, her feet bare. Daly’s trademark long swishy chocolate-colored ponytail tied in place.
DOMI DALY:
JANEL MANNING:
Janel has her familiar flaxen-hued counterpart and she bounces down the aisle next to Domi in a white leotard with a single solid strap over her left shoulder, a thin trio of small white strips across the opposite number. She sports red wrist and ankle tape and also goes sans boots.
Janel accompanies Daly up the steps and opens the top and middle ropes for the exotic little grappler, all appearances of their years of bitter disagreements washed away in the shared passion to wreak havoc upon the Upstarts and the entire light and tag divisions.
Daly slips through the cables and pops to a handstand, ‘walking’ her way around the ring, finally somersaulting forward and hopping to her feet when she reaches her corner, in perfect position for she and Manning to share a high-five.
Janel, gripping the uppermost rope with both hands, flings herself over the top cable without a hint of effort and drops into a somersault, popping gracefully to her feet. The spandex-clad duo huddle in their corner, taking occasional glances at the similarly situated Upstarts.
Dominique breaks from the duo and heads toward center stage while Chloe does likewise from the Upstart gathering, the official quickly calling for the bell so the pair can tear into each on a legal basis.
The two lightweights fling themselves at each other, the newly dark-haired champion locking up with the Pac Rim beauty. Chloe quickly transitions into a side headlock and grinds Daly’s head against her side.
“Why Domi? You had all the applause you could ever want from the fans. They loved you,” Fields huffs, doing her best to control the squirming former gymnast.
“When I saw them enjoy what Yoona was doing to me, it broke me out of a trance,” Daly grunts. “I got slapped in the face. I understand wanting anything from them is a mistake. From now on I’m taking. Most especially from you.”
Chloe pivots and rips Dominique off her feet, hiptossing the ponytailed brunette to a landing on her muscular derriere. Fields races by the seated and wincing Domi and bounds into the ropes. Racing back at Daly after the 180, she slams her boots into the Mite’s chest with a low dropkick that sends Daly’s upper half flat to the canvas in the blink of an eye.
Chloe kips to her feet to the audible delight of the FAWNatics, Domi cradling the back of her braincase.
“You’ve let the meanies win,” Strawberry says, clearly disappointed. “But I’m not letting you do any winning.”
Domi, having pushed up to one knee and shaking out a cobweb or two, provides the speedy Fields a perfect platform. Having rebounded off the ropes again, Chloe uses her foe’s raised knee to step up to an enziguri kick to Domi’s left temple and the Shining Wizard knocks the sinewy, Nasty Mite to her side, already seeing a galaxy worth of stars within the first minute of action.
The lightweight title obviously growing on Strawberry, Daly uses her momentum to roll toward the ropes and under, dropping her bare tootsies to the lightly padded cement floor. Daly shifts her head to take a crook out of her neck and walks toward the Mite corner where she climbs to the apron, a beaming Chloe watching all the while.
“Not so easy when you’re not coming at me from behind, is it?” Fields giggles.
Domi sneers at the Upstart and the support she receives from the appreciative crowd.
“Bytch grew up when I wasn’t looking,” Daly growls to her fellow Mite.
“Yeah,” Janel affirms. “Annoying, isn’t it?”
“A little, yeah. But nothing a couple of women with our pedigrees, can’t handle.”
Domi grabs the top rope with both hands and flings herself back into battle, running toward Chloe the second her soles hit the canvas. Instead of flinching, Fields stands her ground and leapfrogs over the charging Domi when the former gymnast’s head dips slightly.
Dominique slams on the brakes and turns to find the champion. She does, but not in the way the Mite would prefer. A poised Chloe leaps into a wickedly precise Spinning Heel Kick that knocks Domi clean off her feet.
Spinning Heel Kick
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mg5nZ3wne3U )
To her credit, the exotique from Oregon scrambles, if unsteadily, to her feet where she’s met with a dropkick to the mush that sends her backpedaling into a crashing collision, back to buckles. Thankfully for Daly, it’s home territory and Janel wraps her arms around the slumping shoulders of the spandex-clad grappler.
“I got this,” Janel assures. “It takes a champion to beat a champion.”
Domi’s face , already etched in pain, adds some aggravation, but she swallows her considerable pride and slips out of the ring while the Golden Mite takes her place, slowly closing the gap as Manning and Fields circle.
“Back for seconds?” Chloe twitters.
“And thirds and fourths,” Janel responds. “I’m helping myself to every piece of you until Bethany forces you to give me a rematch.”
The women come together in a collar-and-elbow tie-up and, after a brief stalemate, the blonde fireplug forces Fields into a quickening retreat that doesn’t stop until the lightweight champion’s back is against her buckles. Katya starts to reach for a shoulder-tag of her fellow Upstart but Janel leaps into a forearm shiver to Michalka’s chin. Katya flies off the apron’s edge, tumbling to the floor, delaying the start of her partying.
“Cupie doll doesn’t want out just yet,” Janel growls as she glances down on the splayed Katya.
“You’re right…for onceUHHHH.”
Chloe’s silenced. After having grabbed Manning by the shoulder to regain her attention, Fields is ‘rewarded’ with a back elbow to the chops that staggers her, then a lifted knee to her tanned tummy that drives her deep into the corner, sagging and gasping.
Manning whistles as she lifts a couple more sidekicks to Chloe’s churning belly then snatches a wrist and spins, sending the former Cirque de Soleil star flying across the canvas. Strawberry barely gets past halfway when she’s met by the bare feet of Domi Daly, the Nasty Mite’s missile dropkick BLASTING Chloe off her feet and sending her into a backward somersault that leaves the newly-minted brunette on her chest, a nearly motionless mess.
Chloe claws weakly at the canvas, pushing her upper half off the deck a couple feet. A charging Janel leaps in from behind, planting a bare sole to the back of the Upstart’s noggin and CURBSTOMPS Chloe’s flawless features into the deck, the crowd groaning in sympathy at the impact then falling into a worried quiet.
Even the tempestuous twosome can’t help but share a vertically-challenged high-five after the show of diabolical teamwork and a smirking Janel turns back to the demolished Chloe while Daly evacuates at the insistent urging of the official.
Janel shovels what’s left of Chloe to her back with a foot to her right shoulder. She plants toes to the cleft of Chloe’s pert bosom for the perfect cover shot and the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Though late to the party, Katya, having slipped through the cables, knocks Janel off her partner with a shoulderblock and keeps the Upstarts in the competition.
Both Mites lodge vehement protests, demanding they win on a disqualification, but the loose interpretation of the rules FAWN usually employs comes back to bite them in this instance and the striped-shirt only offers a scolding and a demand the Ukrainian take her place back in the corner.
Domi has a demand of her own, shouting out to Janel for a tag, stretching her right arm as far as she can while standing on the bottom rope. Manning’s face screws with frustration. She steps to seniority and slaps palms with a look of displeasure.
With the former redhead splayed before her, the veteran heads for the top instead of slipping through the cables. Effortlessly leaping to the top buckles, she places Chloe’s body within the raised frame of her thumbs and forefingers then launches.
Though Dominique has some miles on her, the fuel of the crowd’s jeers seems to fill her tank and she reaches her usual stratospheric level. Collapsing into a tuck at her zenith, Daly spreads wide on her descent and SLAMS down belly to belly in a perfect frog splash across the Upstart’s open midriff. A bugeyed Chloe jackknifes under Domi before settling to her back and shoulders.
Already in place in a cross-body pin, Dominique hooks a leg for good measure, picking up the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Strawberry shoves a shoulder up, if barely, then rolls to her side beneath the disappointed Mite. Domi slaps the canvas, looking at the official.
“The word is THREE!” she shouts at the man while Chloe wriggles beneath her, pushing up to all fours.
Daly gives her foe a disdainful open-hand shove to the crown of her head, rising beside the reeling Stawberry. Domi takes a look at the Upstart corner, planting her beautiful, almond-shaped eyes on Beary. The gaze does not escape Katya’s notice and she reaches down to place the pink plushy between her legs.
Domi grimaces at an opportunity denied and turns her attention back to the lightweight champion, Chloe now to stooped, unsteady feet, facing away from the former gymnast. Daly grabs a shoulder and spins Fields to face her, but Chloe brings a chin-rattling forearm with her that staggers the Pac Rim beauty.
Daly fires back with a right hook to the jaw that wobbles Chloe, but Fields returns a volley, cracking a punch into Domi’s chin. An all-out fistfight develops, one lithe lightweight returning fire with the other, the crowd booing and cheering depending on who’s delivering and who’s taking. Finally, it’s Chloe who lands and blocks Domi’s response. Fields add a second in a row and a third, Daly’s head snapping back as she barely keeps her feet, Strawberry bullying her to the ropes behind.
Finally straightening her right arm, Chloe NAILS Domi with a clothesline across the chest, sending Daly backflipping over the top cable. The former gymnast catches herself from travelling to the floor by snatching the uppermost strand. When Fields steps to deliver a forearm that will send her foe the rest of the way, Domi delivers one of her own to Strawberry’s jaw, snapping her foe away in a half-pirouette.
With Dominique in Chloe’s six, the near Olympian latches onto the top rope with both hands and launches off the outside of the apron, flying to a momentary springboard stance on the cables, Daly leaps again, grabbing Chloe’s head as she flips over the shoulder of the lightweight champ. Gravity does the rest as Domi lands on her muscular behind and, with Chloe’s chin glued to her right shoulder, Daly ROCKS Fields with a Springboard Diamond Dust.
Springboard Diamond Dust
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pj9HlNTydW8 )
Amazingly, Chloe remains upright, windmilling her arms to stay there, her dark eyes glassy. Domi remedies that situation quickly. The ponytailed brunette hops to her feet, turns and dispenses a delving toe kick to the Upstart’s abdomen. With a gurgling Chloe bent at the waist, Domi again tests her bulbous bumpers, snatching a couple handfuls of Fields’ newly chestnut locks, and dropping to her backside, absolutely PLANTING Chloe’s face into the deck with an X-Factor that leaves Strawberry face down and spasming.
Not far from the Upstart corner, Katya drops to the floor, slips her hands in under the bottom rope and snags an ankle of her partner. A risen and celebrating Daly, comfortable in the old familiar disdain of the crowd, fails to notice Kat pull her partner to relative safety, bundling Chloe in her arms and walking her toward Straw Beary’s vicinity.
“I’ve got ya, girl,” Michalka assures.
For her part, Chloe can manage little more than a dazed “uh huh”.
With Katya’s Safety Dance playing out outside of the squared circle, both Mites complain bitterly, but the ref has nothing to do but start his count. Reaching their corner, the Ukrainian grappler rolls her partner under the bottom rope and quickly tags her tush from her stance on the floor. It’s good enough for the official who motions Katya into the match for the first legal time.
Domi gives her fresh foe the once over after Michalka enters and she backpedals nonchalantly to the blonde fireplug behind her, reaching back for a tag and getting the palm slap from the Iowa City native.
Entering in more conventional fashion, namely through the ropes, Manning charges right back at a dashing Rave Queen , lowering a shoulder to use her base to plant Kat to the canvas. Michalka has other ideas, however, dropping to the canvas before the impact and tripping the babyfaced blonde to a nose-first landing with the mat courtesy a drop toe hold.
A cursing Janel rolls to her back, both hands shooting to her face to check on her aching beak. Meanwhile, a motivated Michalka kips to her feet and drops not one, not two, but THREE legdrops across Janel’s throat and chest, each sending the former Olympian into a tremor at impact. After the final one of the trifecta, a delighted Kat performs a spinnerooni next to reeling Manning, using the centrifugal force to reach her feet and deliver the ‘piece de resistance’ of her signature ‘Break It Down’, an elbow drop to the cleft of Janel’s bosom.
After a seizure runs through the Golden Mite’s lower half, Kat presses her body tight to Manning’s in a lateral press. The Ukrainian hooks Janel’s abbreviated far leg and rolls her into a cradle for…
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TWO…
Janel kicks her way out of the ball, exploding to a seated position with a downcast Rave Queen on all fours next to her. But a beaming smile quickly emerges when Kat collects Janel by the noggin and yanks the Mite to her feet. Katya draws Manning’s braincase into a side headlock and they’re off on a sprint to the opposite corner.
While Kat dives to a seat on the middle ropes next to the corner, the sultry brunette DRIVES the crown of Janel’s head into the middle buckle with a modified ‘dive through’ bulldog. The impact has the Golden Mite staggering drunkenly off in a u-turn, the taut blonde fireplug dropping to her knees at center stage. Behind her, Katya dismounts from her seat, twisting back into the ring and moonwalking to the dazed Mite. Michalka wraps her left arm around Manning in a front facelock and SPIKES Janel’s face into the deck with a Snap DDT.
Snap DDT
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LSB1MVz3wKU )
The Rave Queen shoves Janel to her back and climbs on top in a cross-body pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Manning shows how much power and persistence can be packed into four feet and eleven inches as she shoves Kat off, keeping the Mites alive, for the moment. Manning rolls to her chest and pushes to all fours, Michalka looking more than a little startled at the force with which Janel remained viable.
But the brunette isn’t ready to give Manning any chance at leading this dance. Again, she tugs the wobbly fireplug to her feet. Using a wrist, Katya aims the ponytailed blonde toward her recovered partner and the buckles in front of Chloe.
“Time to take you to the House Party, Janey,” Kat jovially informs.
Michalka Irish Whips the former Olympian toward the Upstart corner, or starts to, but Janel manages to reverse and it’s Katya sent sprinting toward Fields. Chloe manages to soften her partner’s collision with the corner, with extended palms acting as a shock absorber. Janel, having dropped to hands and knees to get as much on the whip as possible, turns tail and crawls at a gallop to Daly, tagging in her fellow Mite.
The legal woman exchanging on either side, Chloe slides through the cables and Domi does likewise. The brunettes race toward each other with right arms drawn and NAIL each other simultaneously with wicked clotheslines that leave both laid out in the middle of the ring. The official gives each a few moments to rise, but when neither does much more than twitch, he starts his count. The FAWNatics join along for a few ticks of the clock but quickly change to a chant of ‘CHLO-EEE’.
The noise stirs both women, each responding to Fields’ name for her own reason. Both reach their feet, but Chloe has the disadvantage of being turned away from Daly. Still, she seems to sense when Daly charges her. She pivots and collects the former gymnast on her hip, lifting Dominique high. But it quickly becomes obvious Daly’s built up too much speed for Strawberry to control. The Nasty Mite spins around Fields’ frame, finally catching the lightweight champion in a front facelock and PLANTING Chloe’s dimples into the deck with a tilt-a-whirl head scissors into a cutter.
Tilt-a-whirl head scissors into a cutter @ 00:14
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_R600KoGYrw )
The crowd can’t help but change their chant to “HOLY SHYT”, Domi not to be denied her due, nor a pinning attempt as, with Chloe flopping to her back, Daly wearily throws her body atop Fields for the…
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TWO…
Neither of Chloe’s shoulders rises an inch before a third slap of the mat. However, she manages to lift and lay an ankle across the nearby bottom rope, saving the Upstarts from defeat.
Domi hops to her feet in celebration, pumping her fist in the air, only to have it halted when the zebra grabs her wrist and forcefully lowers Domi’s arm. A screaming Janel points Daly’s way to Chloe’s draped limb and Domi shrieks in exasperation, tugging at her ponytail.
“Un-freakin-believable,” she wails, walking back to Strawberry and kicking her leg off the rubber-coated steel.
Dominque sinks her nails into Fields’ locks with one hand and grabs a wrist with the other. She readies a tug to bring the Upstart back to her feet, but it’s the former redhead who pulls first and she draws a startled Daly into a HotShot across the middle rope. The Mite’s almond-shaped peepers bulge as she chokes air through her bruised windpipe. Leaning against the strands in a kneel as she gags toward the front row of FAWNatics, Daly doesn’t notice as Fields fights to vertical and staggers toward a tag with arm extended.
Unfortunately, it’s toward the Mites’ corner and Janel is waiting with a balled fist to indeed tag her foe. The crowd squeals in alarm and a glazed Strawberry snap out of it in time to avoid the punch by a couple inches. She spins away from Manning and, not trusting her balance, somersaults a couple times across the ring rather than walking. Hopping out of the second, she tags Katya who races toward a turning and still gasping Daly.
Kat digs a toe kick deep into the taut abdomen of the former gymnast, the washboard gives way grudgingly, Daly doubling over in front of the Ukrainian grappler. The Rave Queen hops atop the bent brunette, straddling Domi’s shoulders. Michalka gathers her momentum and throws her mass to the side, RIPPING Domi off her feet with a sweet Rave Bomb Remix.
Rave Bomb Remix
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UutsI3scTFw )
The demolished Mite ends on her shoulders, legs aloft, her body between Katya’s extended stems for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Domi forces her abbreviated, sinewy stems from Kat’s grasp, banging them together with Michalka’s head in between. The ringer is enough to break Daly free in time and she slops to her side, Kat dropping to horizontal and grasping at her aching ears. Cursing in her native tongue, a pissed Rave Queen collects the reeling Domi by a wrist and tugs her up. She aims Daly at the Upstart corner and heaves.
The Mite flies toward the buckles, spinning into the impact, her body rocked. The force of the blow hits the ‘off button’ on her lower limbs and Daly drops to her rounded bum, legs extended.
The crowd roars at the site, realizing Dominique may have just invited herself to a House Party.
With Daly dimly ‘lounging’ against the bottom pad, Katya charges across the canvas but stops short, thumping a boot into Daly’s chest. Katya boogies down, tossing kicks into Domi’s spandex-clad bosom to the beat of the clapping hands of the fans. Five kicks go to chest and chin until the Rave Queen makes a full spin and drops to a perfectly positioned set of splits, the sole of her front boot SLAMMING into Domi’s crotch to the delight of the assembled.
House Party
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f0Nhu5yNXwU )
Domi’s hands shoot to her privates, her face twisted in agony. A risen Michalka snatches both ankles of her foe and drags her to the middle of the ring where she folds Domi like a matchbook, leaning her entire bodyweight atop Daly’s upturned ass and thighs for…
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TWO…
THRENOOO!
The Mite unfolds but only through the grace of an invading Janel . Katya, having the common sense to keep an eye on the Mites’ corner, adjusts on the fly to a charging Manning, giving up her pin to collect the charging blonde. She scoops Janel off the deck for a side suplex, but Manning has too much momentum and she sweeps around the Rave Queen’s frame, coming to a stop in an octopus submission on Michalka.
Tilt-a-whirl octopus
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o1AAFsLqXZU )
Katya drops to a crouch as the muscular legs of Manning scissors one of her arms, Janel quickly in possession of the other limb with both hands. The Golden Mite wrenches away, knowing she can’t force a legal submission, but she can sure as hell give Domi a chance to recover while the ref peels her off.
Unsuccessful in doing so, the striped-shirt starts his count. At four, a smirking Janel dismounts and shoves an aching Kat to all fours. Manning sees the cavalry coming in the form of Chloe and levels a clothesline at the charging Upstart. Fields slips around and under the swipe, hooking onto Janel and spinning into a slingblade that RIPS the former Intercontinental and Lightweight champ to the deck in violent fashion.
Slingblade
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dNnXCrehQ14 )
With Manning prevented from leaving by the aggrieved Upstart, the referee seems unsure who to admonish.
Things don’t get much clearer when Domi catches Chloe unawares, leaping and snatching her from behind then tugging her down into a brutal Leaping Russian Leg Sweep that rattles the ring and leaves a glassy-eyed Fields staring blankly at the rafters after the impact.
Leaping Russian Leg Sweep
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOYLrSI0K7U )
Domi kips to her feet and skies again, this time coming down across Chloe’s throat with a patented Splits version of a leg drop, Daly’s front leg crushing Chloe’s windpipe. Strawberry shudders and falls still and with her right leg still draped across the shoulders of the lightweight champion, Daly demands a count.
The official drops to one knee but catches himself before the first slap.
“Sorry Domi. You and Katya.”
Chloe pushes out of the pin in reflex. But as Domi starts to rise that’s not who she needs to worry about. A recovered Katya charges at the ponytailed brunette and wickedly craaacks a lifted knee into Daly’s jaw. The former gymnast spins in a pirouette and ends in a jumble of limbs and torso.
Michalka skids to a stop, turns and scoops a struggling Fields the rest of the way to her feet. Guiding the former redhead in the direction of the rising Janel, the Upstarts click in stereo, delivering double toe kicks to Manning’s ironclad tummy. The double play is enough to freeze the blonde, Strawberry and the Rave Queen spin the groaning Janel so all three women are shoulder to shoulder in the same direction, Manning the meat of the sandwich.
Each Upstart wraps their inner arm around the back of the squirming Mite, Chloe and Kat slipping their head under either flaccid arm of the Iowan. Together, the partners vault Janel’s stems toward the rafter, her boot leather pointed to the lights while each Upstart cradles her back.
But instead of a double suplex, Chloe and Kat flip the script and deliver Janel to the canvas with a turbocharged Sugar Rush, Katya’s signature amped with the able assistance of the lightweight champion.
Sugar Rush
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFpQaOEcnZk )
Janel SLAMS face and chest-first into the canvas from the tag attack. She absently flops to her back, splaying into an insensate starfish.
Moving quickly, each Upstart grabs a wrist and shoulder. They tug a semiconscious Golden Mite to her bare feet, run her to the ropes, and FLING her over, the flaxen ponytail of the former gymnast trailing Manning to a spot on the thinly-padded cement floor.
But as the Upstarts momentarily admire their handiwork, the legal Mite charges from behind, racing between Chloe and Katya, grabbing each around the back of the neck as she does. Domi hops into the middle rope in front of her, both bared soles pressing hard into the cables to drag both Upstarts into a u-turn and double bulldog of the brats.
But the four-footed base of two Upstarts proves much different than the standard springboard version of the maneuver and Fields and Michalka rely on each other to keep from being tugged down. Instead, they collect their balance and turn Domi’s vulnerable position into a combined suplex. Daly’s spine hits with incredible force, her diminutive if powerful frame appearing to be lit with 10,000 volts in reaction to the impact.
A smirking Katya motions Chloe through the ropes and Fields obliges, the Ukrainian quickly tagging the dimpled fan favorite to make her legal. Kat tugs the blasted Domi to her feet and shoves her to a reentering Strawberry who pulls the lowered head of the reeling Mite between her legs.
As Chloe wraps her arms around the gulping tummy of the exotic brunette from Rip City, Katya backpedals a few steps away, the official having long since given up on restoring order. As the FAWNatics chant “LET”S GO UPSTARTS!”, Katya races by the her partner and her foe. The Rave Queen hits the ropes and rebounds, latching on to the lightweight champion and assisting Chloe in her forward flip to put EVEN MORE POWER into her consciousness-depriving Fields’ Day finisher.
Tag Fields’ Day
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XYAgdxCl3ZM )
The spike piledriver draws an incredible ‘OHHHHH’ from the crowd as it appears Dominique’s career might just have been ended Upstart-style.
As Katya confirms Janel’s in no position to make a save, the blonde barely to one knee on the outside, Chloe spreads out a motionless Domi and indulges in a full body-to-body grapevine pin for an anticlimactic but clearly satisfying…
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TWO…
THREE!!!!
Chloe indulges in pressing Domi’s face to the side, flattening her foe’s opposite cheek against the canvas while raising her opposite hand high in triumph. She uses Daly’s decimated frame as a pad from which to push and launches to her feet, met by a fast approaching Katya.
The Ukrainian Upstart swallows Strawberry in a hug as the ring announcer makes things official.
“Your winners, by pinfall, Chloe Fields and Katya Michalka…the Upstarts.”
Fields revels in taking her revenge for Domi’s post-match Mayhem madness. Both women place a boot sole on Dominique’s chest while a risen Janel leans against the apron, stewing on the outside, deciding it’s not quite time to help her fellow Mite.
Katya becomes a postman, leaving Chloe to enjoy her time in a dominant position over the splayed Domi. The Rave Queen first collects Straw Beary then the lightweight title belt and delivers each to a beaming, bedimpled Chloe. Fields cuddles her pink plushie close and lifts the belt high to the roar of the crowd, apparently showing she’s ready to get back to sub-125 title challengers at Red, White and Bruised after cleaning the Mites out of the Upstart house.