Post by bigfan on Aug 7, 2017 1:37:51 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and will decide the FAWN Lightweight Championship!” The announcer lowered his mic for a second to let the crowds in the arena show their excitement, then resumed. “Introducing first… standing at 5’4” and weighing in tonight at 118lbs…from the Kingdom of Dubai…”
Another pause, this time because the man had to double check what was written on his card. He shrugged and continued. “She is the best thing that ever happened to FAWN and…uh…is the NEXT Lightweight Champion…” The audience jeered loudly at this arrogance, but he continued valiantly on...“ZOOooooOOE SCOTT!”
ALL OF THE LIGHTS
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In contrast to Kanye’s instruction the building lights actually all went off, all except for five spots which came together to make a single pool of pure white light at the top of the ramp. Scott swaggered into that spotlight, making a quick ‘belt goes here’ gesture at her midriff before spreading her arms wide. Boos almost threatened to overwhelm the music, but Zoe kept both hands raised and then ‘popped’ her flashbulb sigil just as the lights all strobed back on again.
For her first ever foray into championship tier wrestling, Scott had opted for a brilliant white version of her normal Calvin Klein-style sports bra and briefs. The colour emphasised the honey-tan on her body, particularly that bounteous cleavage which the low cut top was struggling to contain. She had also blinged out her elbow and knee pads in shiny gold, and instead of her usual sunglasses she wore a white snapback over her long brown hair with #BLESSED embossed in gold across the front.
ZOE SCOTT
Shimmying down the ramp, Scott paused for a second to brush an invisible speck off her sneakers, highlighting the gold detailing on her snow-white custom Air Jordans. And then she was up the steps and along the apron, removing her hat and tossing it down into the hands of her assistant, who as usual had made the whole journey down to ringside without ever stepping in her boss’s spotlight. Isobel Lamont was clad in her usual black strappy top and tight denim, and she took the cap and her employer’s handbag silently over to a seat by the announce table.
ISOBEL LAMONT
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Meanwhile Zoe cornered Al Carpenter, the lucky official for her first ever title match. “Listen Mal,” she said brusquely, “I’ve waited far too long for this and I won’t allow you to ruin it. Just stay out of my way until you raise my hand, ok?” She ignored whatever Carpenter’s response was, snapping her fingers at him and waltzing off to her corner to await her opponent.
With the challenger situated and waiting impatiently, the crowd realizes it’s time for all Upstarts of the world to unite in bringing their favorite to the field of battle. The FAWNatics rise to their feet in unison, chanting “CHLO-EEE. CHLO-EEE.”
As if on cue, the sound of Avril Lavigne’s ‘What the Hell’ ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQmEd_UeeIk&feature=player_embedded ) signals the imminent arrival of the dimpled cutie whose loyal fan following has few rivals. The crowd hops to the infectious pop beat and crane their necks toward the stage to gather an eyeful of the bubbly brunette.
Bouncing out from backstage is a tawny wisp of a woman; all big dark doe eyes, recently darkened mane and cherubic girlish features. Chloe skips from one side of the stage to the other. Clutched in her right hand is the paw of a fluffy, pink teddy bear ( imageshack.us/photo/my-images/52/sbeare.jpg/ ), her bestest buddy, Straw Beary. The diminutive Upstart gyrates playfully around the platform, joyously pumping her fist with the crowd to Avril’s accompaniment. She holds up her bear and has Straw wave to the crowd. The masses, mesmerized, wave back to the pink plushie as the ring announcer officially announces her arrival.
“And her opponent… the FAWN Lightweight Champion...from Boca Raton, Florida…standing 5 feet 2 inches and weighing in at 109 pounds…CHLOE…STRAWBERRY…FIELDS.”
The Upstart prances down the ramp, dressed in a pink and black ruffled two piece with mini-skirt bottoms. Covering her otherwise bare midriff is a gaudy gold and leather accessory, namely FAWN’s Lightweight Championship belt.
Chloe ‘Strawberry’ Fields:
Chloe zig-zags from side to side, slapping hands with the fans, beaming from ear to ear. As FAWN’s resident angel reaches the ring, she takes a lap, making acquaintance with nearly every front row ticket purchaser while introducing her pink cub to the fans.
Chloe holds Straw Beary close to her chest and waves his paw at the FAWNatics, the bear getting a high-five from one fan that draws a chirpy chuckle from Fields.
Reaching the steps, Chloe saunters up, proceeds halfway down the length of the ring, and slips through the ropes. She lip-syncs along with her music while hopping around the ring before settling in her corner, sending her attention in turn from the scowling Scott to her menacing assistant. The look in her eyes fortifies an obvious thought, maybe she should have brought Katya to the ring with her.
Returning her gaze to her corner, Chloe sets ‘Straw Beary’ under the bottom buckle so he can keep a watchful set of button eyes on the title proceedings. Chloe waves buh-bye to her bear and unstraps her title belt, handing it over to Carpenter.
Al walks it over to Zoe to show off tonight’s prize. Scott glares at the belt greedily, rubbing a hand over the faceplate and mouthing ‘MINE’ at a wide-eyed Fields.
Chloe scrunches her nose at her challenger and watches as Al hands the title to a FAWN attendant who, in turn, carries it to the timekeeper’s table. With the belt properly situated, Chloe moves to center stage, bouncing in place and waiting for Zoe to join her. As Scott approaches, Chloe smiles and extends a hand for a shake, hoping for the best but expecting something less.
Zoe carefully grabs Fields’ paw and tugs her close, chest to chest.
“You’re a joke,” Scott insists. “A mistake. I was born to be a champion. It’s in my blood.”
More than a little uncomfortable with the closeness to her opponent and Zoe’s unkind words, Strawberry tries to back away and gets an arm’s length away, but the challenger still has a tight grip and tugs the brunette toward her again, this time nearly taking Chloe’s head off with a wicked clothesline.
The back of Fields’ skull bangs on the deck and the dimpled one cradles her already throbbing braincase. Above her, a ravenous Zoe demands the official call for the bell and the man, ungenerously for the champion, decides to start the battle for the belt with Fields in a terrible deficit.
Not hesitating for an instant, Zoe drops the hammer on the horizontal Fields, stomping the diminutive titleholder into a turtling mess, otherwise known as a mudhole.
Outside, Isobel gives her employer a round of hearty applause though everyone else in the arena seems very upset, jeering the unwarranted attack by the emissary from the Emirates.
Convinced a mewling Fields has been pacified sufficiently, Scott relents on her piss-pounding and takes a stroll around the blasted beauty from Boca, raising her arms in triumph, drawing yet more hate from the outraged attendees.
Zoe dips and grabs a wrist and a handful of hair, yanking Chloe to unsteady feet. As Fields wobbles in front of her, Scott brings an index finger up to pursed lips and shushes the crowd, or at least tries to, then lays into Chloe’s chest with a nasty backhand chop that echoes through the area.
The FAWNatics can’t help themselves, shouting out a ‘WOOOO!’
Zoe rolls her eyes at the stupidity then grabs the left wrist of a wincing Strawberry, draws her foe’s arm wide, and slips beneath the limb and behind the champ, bringing the arm with her and securing it in a tight hammerlock. Zoe twists the limb, bringing the yipping Upstart to tiptoes.
“They should have saved time,” Zoe informs, lips a few inches from Chloe’s left ear, “and given the belt to me when I signed my contract. Save everyone the mock suspense.”
Her piece apparently said, Zoe dips slightly and LAUNCHES Chloe overhead with a hammerlock suplex, planting her foe’s shoulders and the back of Fields’ skull to the deck. The released Floridian somersaults to her face and chest from the force of the flip and again cradles her aching head, feet pattering against the canvas in little kicks as she fights through the pain.
Zoe rolls to her feet and, seeing Chloe’s position, dives atop her, sliding across Fields’ frame and capturing an arm of the Upstart. Shifting the limb between her legs, Scott tightens a scissors around the trapped appendage and slips her arms around the head of the doe-eyed brunette, bagging the champ in an arm trap crossface.
Arm trap crossface
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XdFek-TVtkg )
Zoe wrenches her grip, demanding Chloe give up her title. The official seems convinced and slides in front of the agonized Fields, asking if Chloe wants to surrender. The former Cirque de Soleil performer grunts in the negative and the ref signals a ‘no’ to the timekeeper, the crowd relieved.
The frustrated Dubai debutante cranks on her crossface, trying to force a capitulation that won’t come. After a dozen seconds, Zoe releases, grabs Chloe’s bobbling head by her dark locks and SLAMS the Upstart’s face into the deck, Fields’ head bouncing brutally off the canvas.
Zoe climbs to her feet and hovers over the titleholder. She turns her attention to the FAWNatics.
“My assistant knows, I like’em stubborn.”
Scott snatches a rising Chloe and tugs her up the rest of the way. She bullies the champ into the ropes behind and tosses her away with an Irish Whip. As Fields hits the opposite ropes for the u-turn, Zoe races toward her target, loading up a running Showstopper aimed right between Chloe’s peepers.
Scott sends the palm heel strike on the mark, but Strawberry ducks under, racing on to the next set of cables. Fields rebounds toward a spinning Scott who pivots and collects the diminutive grappler on her hip for a sidewalk slam. But Chloe has other ideas, using her momentum to swing out of Zoe’s control and flip around her foe’s body and out of her grasp. At the end of her ‘round the world journey, Chloe hooks onto a front facelock and SPIKES Zoe’s skull into the canvas with a tilt-a-whirl DDT.
Tilt-a-whirl DDT
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zigIfNnwtJk )
The awesome impact sends Zoe flipping to her back and skidding to a lifeless stop, in a wide spreadeagle. Instantly rejuvenated, the crowd roars to life and the Upstart seems energized by her flawless counter as well, kipping to her feet.
Fields staggers for a moment from the sudden rise, but is quickly pumping her fist to get the assembled animated. To her credit, Scott is showing some animation as well, sitting up and shaking out cobwebs. Chloe races at her foe from behind, front flips over a shoulder, grabbing the brunette’s head as she flies by, and PLANTS the challenger’s forehead into the mat, between extended legs. The head of the evil emissary from the Emirates snaps back in whiplash fashion and Zoe’s dazed and horizontal once more.
But Scott quickly shows she has more than dollar bills, rolling to her chest and pushing up to one knee while Chloe gives Straw Beary a low-five and leads the crowd in a rhythmic clap. Returning her attention to a genuflecting Scott, the former redhead sprints to her foe and uses Zoe’s raised knee as a pedestal. She plants her left boot on the joint and swings her right around soccer-style, THUMPING a Shining Wizard kick into Zoe’s temple, sending Scott sprawling.
Chloe chases after, pushing Zoe from her side to her back, then jumping aboard in a full body press, the Upstart’s palms curling around Scott’s wrists as she presses down for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Dazed as she is, one big buck of Scott’s hips is still just about enough to dislodge the smaller woman from her press, breaking the count. But Fields still has control of those wrists and isn’t ready to let go. In fact she goes one better, using the momentum from Zoe’s kickout to push herself up into a handstand position, holding there for a second to another round of crowd applause and then falling back with her knees bent to THUMP wetly into tanned Dubai midsection.
An ‘OOOOOff’ of escaping air comes from Zoe’s lips, and she’d probably have tried to cradle her tummy if it wasn’t for Straw’s weight still pinning her wrists to the matt. “Hmmm, you need to be a little softer to be a crash mat” Chloe chirps, “Don’t worry, we’ll have another go!” A quick push of her legs gets the Upstart back into handstand position, but Scott changes the script by bringing her own tanned legs up, placing her Jordan’s on Florida hips and pushing her backwards.
Even a Cirque du Soleil veteran can’t maintain a handstand with that kind of midair interference, and Chloe tumbles over onto her back, while Scott’s momentum carries her over into a loose straddle. And the Jetsetter is quick to make use of those newly-freed wrists, swinging an open palm down HARD into rosy cheeks. “This is how it should be. I’m on top and you’ll always be beneath me!” Zoe snarls, “Learn the lesson now and maybe you’ll escape tonight with your dignitWHOAH!”
Zoe had planned a second bytch slap as punctuation to her sentence, but the Boca beauty is just too quick, snatching her arm out of the air and yanking across her body. Zoe’s weight is jerked sideways and Fields cements her getaway by firing her other arm up into a retaliatory SLAP of her own, her hand crashing into Scott’s jaw and sending her rolling away.
Both lightweights are back on their feet quickly, but Zoe wins the race to vertical. She’s immediately looking to get some payback on that last slap with a running lariat straight out of her assistant’s playbook. But she fails to take Strawberry’s acrobatics into account and pays the price, Fields leaping into a rapid orbit around the charging Jetsetter and taking the back of her head along for a THUMPing ride to the canvas!
SLING BLADE
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The sickening crunch of cranium on plywood is audible even over the FAWNatics’ roar. Scott sits up involuntarily from the impact and slumps backwards again. On the outside Isobel Lamont looks worried for the first time in the match, jogging around to the ropes closest to her downed employer. Chloe gives a quick glance over to the big blonde, clearly worried about any interference, but decides to show the meanies that she’s not scared of them.
With the Dubai Diva still dazed on the mat, Fields runs off to the nearest ropes and returns at top speed. Instead of slowing as she approaches the prone woman’s body she puts one running foot into Scott’s gasping tummy and uses that to leap up and onto the middle rope. Lamont flinches away, possibly thinking that Chloe was coming after her, but instead she sends herself into a gorgeous backflip!
Zoe has barely finished coughing from the rapid stomp when Strawberry’s gorgeous Springboard Moonsault crashes into her midriff. And the tiny brunette holds her position, keeping those tanned shoulders on the mat for a count of…
ONE
TWO
THNooooo
Lamont had actually scrambled up onto the apron ready to intervene, but her boss saves her the trouble by punching one shoulder up off the canvas with less than half a second to spare. Isobel drops back to the floor fast, but not fast enough to prevent Carpenter from noticing. He breaks off from assuring Fields he had only reached ‘two’ and points angrily at the hulking blonde. “HEY! I know Zoe’s your boss but you’re not involved in this match. Get away from the ring or I’ll have you escorted back up the ramp.”
“Y’all got no need to worry Stripes, just wanted a closer look is all” Bel rumbled.
“Get out of here you!” Chloe yells at her, popping to her feet and bristling forwards. The Texan holds her hands up in mock penitence and starts strolling back to her seat. But her little stunt does seem to have accomplished something for her employer, buying Scotty a few extra seconds of recovery and ensuring that her opponent was looking the other way.
Spying an opportunity to snatch the momentum, Zoe scrambles over and hooks one arm between Strawberry’s oblivious stems while the other grabs a big handful of her bottoms. These twin grips are enough to drag the surprised brunette backwards into a rollup, Scott using the hidden extra leverage of those togs to deliver a rough wedgie in the process! It takes a second for Al Carpenter to catch up with proceedings, but as soon as he does he drops down to count…
ONE
TWNooooo
Fields’ franticly bicycling legs finally give her enough momentum to break the ‘enhanced’ grip and roll her shoulders off the matt. She drops to her butt, shuffling awkwardly as she tried to readjust her togs, but Zoe has regained her feet in a second and THWAPPPs a brutal Buzzsaw Kick right into the Floridian’s modest chest. The force sends Chloe down to her back.
Paying no attention to the sympathetic ‘ooooo’ noises coming from the crowd, Zoe jumps off both feet and drops her elbow into the hurting Floridian’s sternum. A second elbow follows, this one enough to have Fields rolling onto her side to avoid the three-peat. But it seems that the socialite has a better idea, grabbing two handfuls of dark locks and hauling the smaller girl to her feet.
Once upright, Fields finally manages to tug her togs down from their painful position, but this gives her no time to mount a defence against whatever the socialite has planned. And it seems like her aching undercarriage is in for even more pain as Scott lifts Chloe up by the waist and then drops to one knee. The posted joint splits the former acrobat’s legs and slams hard into her centre, causing a stunned wince of pain to cross Fields’ dimpled face.
INVERTED ATOMIC DROP
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“Some gossipy trash in Gladiatrix had the cheek to say I’m just a socialite pretending to be a wrestler.” Scott’s voice was conversational, looking at Al rather than the hurting Upstart still perched on her knee. “I’ve made sure they fire him of course, and obviously I’ve got nothing to prove, but really, I ask you, could any other ‘socialite’ do this?”
A thumping elbow to Chloe’s jaw was enough to topple the smaller girl off her perch and onto her back. Zoe stepped heavily on her gulping tummy, repaying the favour from earlier, then stood next to her and spread her arms wide, inviting more catcalls and derision from the crowds. But they had to give her grudging respect for what came next as she bent her knees and launched back in a tight little circle which brought her hips and taut midsection down on the prone champion.
STANDING MOONSAULT
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“I told you right at the start that you’re not fit to be a champion.” Scott put one hand over the brunette’s face and pushed down on her features, using the nasty grip to press herself back to all fours. Chloe let out a little mewl but didn’t show much other resistance as Zoe used two handfuls of black and pink top to haul her up onto wobbly legs. “Now it’s time to wipe your name off the list.”
Ducking her head under one of Chloe’s arms the curvy Oil Baroness stepped up beside her, threading one leg behind and pressing her hips in tight. Then she swung that gorgeous gam up high and brought it sweeping back, catapulting herself into a neat forward somersault. Fields was dragged along for the ride, ending with the back of her head crashing into the canvas and her ass high in the air.
DE-LISTER
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Zoe simply reached one hand up and dug her nails into Fields’ toned glute, using the claw to keep her stacked with shoulders down and ass up. Carpenter had the quickest of checks to make sure there wasn’t any illegal leverage at play and then started his count, slapping his hand down for…
ONE
TWO
The recently minted brunette remains stacked, taut, little ass pointed to the rafters as the ref’s hand raises for the third slap. But as it comes down, her lithe body spasms and Strawberry kicks her way free of Scott’s signature.
Chloe flops to her side, her lights on, but no one home. Aghast, Zoe shoots to her feet and gets in the zebra’s grill.
“Are you kidding me?” the Dubai diva asks. “What? Is she servicing you? Is that it?”
The man gives a look as if to say ‘I wish’ and that doesn’t help Zoe’s state of mind.
“So you’re going to make me win the title what, two, three four times? Because I’ll do it. And then I’ll have you fired.”
Having said part of her piece, Zoe turns back to the reeling Fields, Chloe having made it to her haunches, shaking her coconut free of the remaining cobwebs.
Scott corrals Strawberry’s head in a grip and tugs the wobbly champion to her feet. She dips and scoops an arm between her fellow lightweight legs to shift her onto a shoulder. Zoe carries her foe several steps before throwing the Upstart to the canvas with a simple but mat-thumping body slam. Chloe’s body arches after impact, her doe eyes shut behind clenched lids, Fields biting her lip.
Having placed Chloe on the runway just so, Zoe strides confidently to the corner a few steps removed from the titleholder. She climbs carefully but quickly, reaching the top, looking out on the sellout crowd.
Scott scowls at the jeering crowd then sneaks a peek over a shoulder before launching toward the splayed target. Though not known as super athletic, Zoe certainly shows what she has, launching into the Orlando sky above the champion, flipping and twisting through her signature Gulfstream, ready to drive out whatever fight remains in Fields.
Gulfstream
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBcUDEid-uQ into the ring)
But on the way down, Chloe’s baby browns spread wide and her survival instinct kicks in full force. Strawberry rolls out of the impact zone, barely, and Zoe’s left to SLAM into the empty mat. The loud CRASH of the Gulfstream draws a roar from the crowd as the Oil Baroness writhes on the mat, collapsing into a fetal ball in response to the force of her collision.
Not more than a few steps away, the Upstart doesn’t appear a whole lot better. The FAWNatics start a rhythmic clap to get her going and, though it takes a few moments, the dimpled darling responds like a trooper. Chloe raises her arms and claps with her supporters, only driving more to take up the beat.
After a deep breath, the sprite kips to her feet, the assembled cheering boisterously even when Fields wavers before catching her balance. The champ leans against the ropes and watches as Zoe emerges from her ball and starts to rise. The challenger’s effort sets Chloe off and she races to the Dubai diva.
Fields leaps, legs leading the way. Chloe snaps the limber limbs shut around Zoe’s noggin and flips into a nasty headscissors takedown that SPIKES Zoe’s skull into the canvas.
Headscissors Takedown
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=drWQqgtBzig )
Scott slops to her back, limbs spreading in all four directions. Thankfully, one arm is toward the corner that Isobel occupies. The blonde latches onto a wrist and, despite the ref’s complaint, tugs her boss out of the squared circle and into her arms, cradling her malicious mealticket close.
Realizing where she is, and in whose arms, the seemingly embarrassed Zoe shouts at her assistant to put her down, which Lamont does poste haste.
“I’ll tell you when I need your help,” Scott informs, “which is never against this little toy poodle.”
As Zoe points out the error of Isobel’s way, a shrugging Chloe takes off for the opposite ropes. She throws her petite frame into the cables and barrels back at the challenger and her impressive subordinate. Diving through the ropes, Chloe NAILS both women and, though small, with her momentum, she’s able to take both floor-bound women off their feet to the delight of the Orlando faithful.
Hopping to her feet, the champ is bright enough to know not to stay out in the danger zone outnumbered and she scrambles back into the ring under the bottom rope while a steaming Zoe picks her way loose from the big blonde.
“You oaf,” she shouts, “get off me.”
Isobel’s face sours but she successfully holds her anger in check and tosses Scott to her feet.
The socialite’s demands are quickly transferred to the zebra, insisting the man move Fields to the opposite side of the ring. Chloe complies and the Oil Baroness slides back in, pushing to vertical.
Immediately wishing to take the initiative, she charges the Upstart. Chloe deftly ducks beneath a clothesline effort and reaches over her shoulder to snag the head of the startled Dubai diva. Strawberry uses gravity from there, laying out and dropping Zoe to the deck with a sweet jumping neckbreaker.
Jumping Neckbreaker
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Zbv_-I_5d8 )
Chloe spins off her back and scrambles to the sprawled Scott, pressing her body tight in a lateral press for…
ONE…
TWO…
Zoe shoves the diminutive titleholder off with a second to spare, Chloe ending on her haunches, disappointed but unwilling to surrender her momentum.
The former redhead skips to her feet and watches in admiration as a shaky Zoe follows closely behind. The Upstart turns and leaps into the ropes, landing her boots on the middle and grabbing the top. Using the cables as a springboard, Chloe spins in a wicked 180 and SLAMS a nasty kick into Scott’s temple that spins the Dubai diva in a pirouette, Zoe somehow maintaining her feet beneath her.
Springboard Shortkick
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFbcmW6XwJk )
As the diminutive champ scrambles to her boot soles and to the corner, climbing up in a single bound, a dazed Zoe remains blissfully unaware of the champ’s plans despite the adamant urging of Isobel. Unaware of Chloe’s penthouse location, her back turned to the Upstart, Zoe is the last to know when Fields leaps from her perch and stabs the Oil Baroness with her signature Strawberry Jam.
Strawberry Jam
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bni0ISoO7UA )
Knees JAMMING into her foe’s shoulderblades as she rips Zoe off the deck, Chloe shoves the demolished Scott off her, then rolls the face down brunette to her back, the socialite spreading into a wide starfish, meant for mounting which the champ does for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Still willful, Zoe refuses to relinquish her golden opportunity, shoving a shoulder up with a few inches to spare on the final slap.
This time a plaintive Chloe offers a pained scrunch of her nose, hoping she missed the third hit of palm to canvas, but the official holds up two fingers. Fields nods and pushes her way up, starting the crowd with a clap. As the response from the assembled grows, Chloe goes back to the well, namely her corner. She scales with ease and turns to face the struggling Scott, Zoe showing plenty of wear and tear.
Waiting patiently, the Upstart launches from the rarefied air when the Dubai diva finally turns in her direction. She skies toward the brunette, turning into a crossbody splash. But, while the Oil Baroness is no destroyer-class-sized grappler, she finds the determination and strength to catch the featherweight Fields across her chest and retain her balance after a couple staggering steps in reverse.
A wide-eyed Chloe shakes her head nervously as Zoe secures her grip and her equilibrium and proudly walks around with the squirming Upstart, Fields trying vainly to shake free.
Even Zoe seems slightly amazed at the feat of strength she’s just pulled off. But she’s quick to start crowing about it. “That’s the difference between a little girl and a real woman!” she yells, moving to heft her squirming package up over her shoulder. She’s pretty much there when springs her trap, the smaller brunette sneaking an arm around Scott’s neck and squeezing into an impromptu but effective Guillotine Choke!
FLYING GUILLOTINE CHOKE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nlBjqDlCWuU
Instinctively Scott lets go of the smaller brunette’s weight, hoping that the drop will be enough to break Chloe’s clutches. But Strawberry’s acrobatic background means that she’s freakishly comfortable in the air, and she uses her leverage to swing down and then wrap those tanned and deceptively powerful legs around Zoe’s waist. She has her ankles locked in an instant and the first proper squeeze of her twin grips is enough to have the Jetsetter’s knees wobbling.
But she doesn’t quite go down, lifting upwards from her back and taking a couple of very heavy steps forward towards the ropes. From ringside Isobel shouts up to her boss “you’re stronger than her, get her back up!” It’s a lot easier said than done for Zoe, but her hands drop to Fields’ hips, a big push enough to break one of the smaller woman’s grips and start lifting.
The impressive show of strength continues, Scott bending her knees again and pouring all the power of that curvy frame into a heave. Fields finds herself being lifted high, abandoning her choke to try to stabilise in the air. But it’s too little too late as Zoe takes a move from her assistant’s playbook, tossing her burden forwards into a nasty looking powerbomb.
VERTICAL SUPLEX POWERBOMB
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nlHqC6OpvIU
A round of sympathetic ‘OOOOoooooohs’ comes from the audience as Strawberry is smeared neck-first into the canvas between Zoe’s legs. It looks like she’d be ripe for pinning, and Carpenter is hovering in readiness, but at first Scott can only lie on her back and take a few heaving breaths to refill her lungs. She does eventually sit up, reaching forward to put both hands on the modest swell of Fields’ chest and giving a quick squeeze while Al counts…
ONE
TWO
THNooooo
Perhaps the sloppy pin is a factor, but Strawberry’s many fans erupt as their heroine bucks to one side and breaks free of Scott’s clutches. Zoe looks up at Carpenter, but her glare is more accusing than disbelieving; even though Chloe broke the pin in plenty of time, the socialite clearly thinks she’s being screwed. Then she remembers yet another target of her anger, ignoring her gasping opponent and shoving Al out of the way to make a beeline for her assistant.
The angry jetsetter crooks a finger, beckoning Bel in close. Confused, the blonde complies, stepping up to the apron and receiving a blast of anger in response. “I don’t pay you to shout things, or to tell me what to do, and I definitely don’t pay you to think. I keep your ugly gorilla ass around because you’re supposed to assist me, so maybe you could STOP SHOUTING MEANINGLESS RUBBISH AND ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING TO HELP!”
Dismissing the surprised-looking blonde with a wave of her hand, she turned on her heel and stomped back to where Carpenter was checking on her slowly recovering opponent. Fields’ big doe eyes were blinking a little dazedly after the hellacious slam but she had made it to slightly wobbly knees. This didn’t seem to bother the Oil Baroness, who shoved Al aside a second time and used a handful of brunette locks and another of pink-trimmed skirt to lift Chloe the rest of the way to vertical.
Staying on Chloe’s six, Scott yanks on her hair-hold until a hand comes up to counter and snatches it out of the air. Dragging the captured limb back into a tight hammerlock, she spins around under the brunette’s other arm and hooks around her neck. “Apparently you’ve done enough ‘favours’ for Alexander that he won’t count you out,” Zoe hisses to her wriggling prey, “I’m going to make you beg for him to end things.”
Whether or not Chloe has any response, she quickly has more important things to deal with as the Dubai Diva sets her legs and begins lifting upwards. There’s a noticeable wobble in the fireplug brunette’s body as her previous exertions take their toll, but she’s still able to get the smaller woman up to vertical. And once she’s reached there gravity does the rest, sending Fields down HARD with her whole bodyweight on her neck and that trapped arm.
HAMMERLOCK SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7kGH9Wj-wy0
A wail of pain escapes Fields’ cherry lips, and it only gets worse when she realises that the nasty challenger has still managed to keep hold of the hammerlock! “Get back up little girl, and soon you’ll have your time in the spotlight.” Zoe gets to her haunches and tugs on the captured arm, sending a fresh lick of pain through Strawberry’s shoulder and forcing her to scrabble to her feet again or risk further damage to the limb.
This time Zoe is going for the back version of the hammerlock suplex, staying behind the mewling brunette as she lifts her. But Fields shows a true champion’s instincts by jumping in time with the lift, using her extra momentum to break free of the Oil Baroness’s clutches as the throw reaches its apex. She flips away, but loops her hands around Scott’s neck as she falls!
JUMPING NECKBREAKER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7XSZXLNPVc8
Acrobatic as she is, Chloe has no time to plan for a landing and so she ends in a slightly messy barrel roll across the canvas and out to ringside. This seems like a great idea, giving her a little space to massage some feeling back into her aching neck and shoulder. But suddenly she realises it might not be so smart, right as a pair of strong hands grab at the back of her skirt and pull her backwards.
Sure enough Isobel Lamont is behind her and looking to make the most of this unscheduled trip to the outside. The Fixer reaches around Chloe’s relatively tiny torso and snatches at that already hurting arm. Fields gets a strong shove, sending her stumbling forward, and then is yanked around and back by the captured limb as Bel swings her other arm in a big Capture Lariat.
CAPTURE LARIAT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tavWF6AnrTo
At the last possible instant Fields ducks the lethal blow, tucking into a forward roll and letting the big blonde’s momentum carry her off in the opposite direction. Her cheeks puff out a little at the close call, but as she turns around to check she’s safe she gets a much bigger grin. Bel might have expected the referee to have been distracted by Scott’s fall, but Carpenter was watching everything and is now marching over and gesturing angrily up the ramp.
Isobel’s hands are quickly up to her head as she realises her mistake, but it’s too late. “Get out of here Lamont!” Carpenter shouts, gesturing again. Behind him Zoe is staring daggers at her assistant, while at ringside Chloe is giggling about how red the Texan’s cheeks have gone. It looks like Bel is tempted to make more trouble, starting first towards Al and then turning on Fields, but she’s stopped when her employer slips out next to her and launches a vicious slap into her face!
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Zoe roars, Bel’s eyes widening in shock at the slap and then swiftly narrowing in anger. “Get out of my sight moron. You can come back to collect my belongings once I’ve finished celebrating.” She clicks her fingers in the big blonde’s face and for a second it looks like Bel is about to argue, but Scott has already turned away from her. She shakes her head ruefully, then turns and begins a trudge up the ramp with catcalls in her ears.
Waving her goodbyes to the big blonde meanie, Chloe turns just in time to see Zoe clamber back into the ring and go nose-to-nose with Carpenter. “Listen to me, Alexander” the Dubai Diva snarls, holding up a hand when he tries to correct her. “I’m totally sick of your rampant corruption and favouritism. So next time I pin her you’re going to ring the bell, raise my hand and then let me take out that frustration however I choose. Or SO HELP ME I will see you fired before the end of the show. Now get out of my way.”
Zoe doesn’t wait for a response from the lanky zebra, she just gives him a shove, sending him stepping hurriedly back and bumping into Chloe. The seconds it takes for them to disentangle from each other is enough for Scott to hop around behind and send a heartless toe kick THWUMPing between Strawberry’s legs.
Knees knocking together, Chloe’s doe eyes go wide in pain. Over her shoulder Scott gives a withering ‘don’t you dare’ glance at Carpenter and then ducks down to tuck her head between the champ’s jelly legs. She’s looking to heave her up for her ‘Blessing’ finisher, but when the Jetsetter braces for the lift it looks like her previous efforts catch up with her, those normally sturdy legs suddenly exhausted. She does manage to get Strawberry half way up but the champ’s furious bucking is enough to wriggle off and land behind the tired Oil Baroness...
The throbbing from between her legs takes away a healthy portion of her agility, but Strawberry has enough to deliver a forearm to the back of Scott’s braincase before the brat can turn. Zoe staggers forward, dropping to one knee, dark eyes blinking wide from the momentarily debilitating blow.
With the Dubai diva downed, Fields closes the few steps between champ and challenger, forcing through the pain from below. Chloe leaps, slamming a knee into the turning Zoe’s forehead with a modified Shining Wizard.
Shining Wizard
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GynILJCsmfo&t=21s )
Scott splats to the mat, folding into a matchbook, arms high and wide over her head on the canvas, legs folded atop her, slightly parted. Chloe takes advantage, pressing atop the back of Zoe’s thighs to keep her shoulders down for the…
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THRNOOO!
The stubborn challenger unfolds from beneath the dimpled favorite, in the process escaping the pin attempt and sending Fields to all fours a step away from the Oil Baroness.
Still showing stiffness from Zoe’s earlier low blow, Chloe pushes to her feet gingerly and walks out the remaining hitch in her giddy-up before wrapping a palm around the left wrist of Scott and yanking the brunette to her feet.
Still showing the willingness to throw down, Zoe shoves the champ off, Fields sent into a backpedal. She throws her weight into the ropes behind her and races toward the wobbly Scott, but as she closes, Zoe whips a clothesline toward the Upstart’s throat. Chloe skillfully dips under. She leaps in a spinning pirouette around Zoe’s back and rips her foe to the canvas with a slingblade, the back of Zoe’s skull THUMPING into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Slingblade
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dNnXCrehQ14 )
Chloe skips a cover and instead heads for the nearest buckles. The spring back in her step, she bounds to the top, turns and measures her reeling challenger. Waiting until Zoe is halfway to her feet, Fields launches from her perch, boots leading the way with a missile drop kick.
The Dubai diva has the answer however, shaking out of her stupor long enough to pivot and sweep the plummeting Chloe to the deck without a connection, Fields crashing-and-burning into the canvas, ending on her back, arching in pain.
A weary Zoe leans forward, one hand on a knee tosteady herself, the other used to point an index finger at her temple, Scott letting everyone in the house know she’s too damn smart to lose to this nitwit.
Snatching Chloe’s left ankle, Zoe wraps both arms around the joint and rotates into a side position before dropping to the canvas and scissoring the captured leg. Scott works over Chloe with a brutal Achilles Lock that has the cutie pie wailing in anguish.
Achilles Lock
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZ9pw56kRDg )
“QUIT!” Zoe shouts. “OR I’LL SNAP IT.”
Both of Fields’ overturned palms hover over the mat, the champion seemingly ready to tap in stereo, but instead she places them down and crab walks the few feet to the ropes, dragging Zoe with her, the crowd’s chants to not give up, providing the fuel she needs.
After grabbing the ropes and surviving a twisting wrenching four seconds of torture from Zoe, Carpenter’s count convinces Scott to release. She pushes up and backs away no more than a foot as a whimpering Chloe, who uses the ropes to tug her way up. Once her foe is vertical, the Dubai diva doesn’t wait for Fields to clear the cables.
Zoe rips Chloe free and shoves the limping, recently minted brunette to center stage. An instant later, Scott races toward the unsteady Fields and loads up a Showstopper, but Chloe slips under the palm strike aimed at her chin.
As Zoe skids to a stop after the miss, Strawberry slips in close behind, digging her digits into either shoulder and springing up to encase her lithe legs around the temples of the challenger. Fields throws the little mass she has in reverse and it’s enough to RIP Zoe off her feet, the head of the Oil Baroness SPIKED into the canvas a hurricarana.
Spike Hurricarana
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_Chryi8HdM )
The force of the impact rolls Scott up to a momentary standing position before she collapses back to the canvas. The Upstart dives atop her foe in a crossbody pin and hooks a leg for what is certainly the…
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THREENOO!
Somehow, Zoe slips a shoulder off the canvas no more than an inch with Carpenter’s palm no more than an inch off the mat. The crowd groans in disbelief and Strawberry’s jaw drops wide, her dimple disappearing. Staring at the FAWNatics, a “what do I do to beat her” look plastered on her cute mug, a shudder and groan from the demolished Zoe shakes Chloe out of her astonishment.
The Upstart hops to her feet and swings by her corner to pluck Straw Beary from his seat under the buckles. The duo moves to the neutral corner nearest the splayed Scott. They climb the corner and turn to loiter over the shattered Dubai diva. Pulling Beary close to her tummy, Fields is the pilot for tonight’s flight and together they take off, soaring before plummeting toward Scott, THWUMPING across Zoe’s tummy.
The Beary Splash crushing her ribs and midriff, Scott’s body jackknifes under the champion but she quickly melts to the canvas, Zoe devastated under the Upstart and her pink, furry bestie.
Carpenter doesn’t require Straw leave the ring and together bear and lightweight champion keep Zoe cemented to the canvas for the…
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THREEEEE!
The crowd erupts, rising to their feet and cheering the victor loudly, even rewarding Chloe with a chant of “THAT WAS AWESOME!”
Fields pushes off the splattered Zoe, hugging Straw close and moving to the corner to accept her title belt from Al. She takes possession as the ring announcer makes the result official.
“YOUR WINNER AND STILLL...”
The man never finishes his proclamation as a vertically-challenged figure in a red halter, tight denim and a black hoodie shoots under the ropes, hops to her feet and throws a chop block into the back of the Chloe’s right knee.
As both Beary and belt go tumbling out of the champ’s hands, the interloper rises and rips off her hood to reveal the dastardly Mighty Mite Dominique Daly. Wide grin gracing her exotic Pac Rim features, Daly plucks a grimacing Chloe off the deck and spins the champ to face her.
Dominique Daly:
“I’ll let you know when we’re done, bytch,” Domi shouts, peppering the jaw of the Upstart with several forearm strikes. With an exhausted Chloe in a daze, Daly turns and takes off for the ropes. She rebounds in a sprint toward the wobbling Fields and leaps into the title holder, shooting her legs high in the air like the former gymnast she is and sweeping them back down and through, laying out and PLANTING the crown of Chole’s skull into the deck with a despicable DDT.
Jumping Implant DDT
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6oNIedfY3Oc )
As the gobsmacked Fields flops to her back and skids to a halt, Daly kips to her feet, pilfers the lightweight belt off the canvas, and hovers in a standing straddle over the semi-conscious Chloe. She lifts the belt high, mouthing “MINE” to the FAWN universe.
A slowly awakening Zoe isn’t sure what’s happening but understands she wants none of it. She woozily slips out under the ropes, staggers to the aisle and up the ramp.
Inside the ring, Domi lays the gold down on the tawny, gulping tummy of its owner and lifts both arms high and wide. Calling for a microphone, she snatches it from the air.
“It’s time for the ultimate athlete to take her rightful place,” she shouts, “and claim the gold once and for all.”
Daly stares down at the softly stirring Strawberry.
“See you at Mania, bytch!”
Another pause, this time because the man had to double check what was written on his card. He shrugged and continued. “She is the best thing that ever happened to FAWN and…uh…is the NEXT Lightweight Champion…” The audience jeered loudly at this arrogance, but he continued valiantly on...“ZOOooooOOE SCOTT!”
ALL OF THE LIGHTS
youtu.be/HAfFfqiYLp0?t=1m5s
In contrast to Kanye’s instruction the building lights actually all went off, all except for five spots which came together to make a single pool of pure white light at the top of the ramp. Scott swaggered into that spotlight, making a quick ‘belt goes here’ gesture at her midriff before spreading her arms wide. Boos almost threatened to overwhelm the music, but Zoe kept both hands raised and then ‘popped’ her flashbulb sigil just as the lights all strobed back on again.
For her first ever foray into championship tier wrestling, Scott had opted for a brilliant white version of her normal Calvin Klein-style sports bra and briefs. The colour emphasised the honey-tan on her body, particularly that bounteous cleavage which the low cut top was struggling to contain. She had also blinged out her elbow and knee pads in shiny gold, and instead of her usual sunglasses she wore a white snapback over her long brown hair with #BLESSED embossed in gold across the front.
ZOE SCOTT
Shimmying down the ramp, Scott paused for a second to brush an invisible speck off her sneakers, highlighting the gold detailing on her snow-white custom Air Jordans. And then she was up the steps and along the apron, removing her hat and tossing it down into the hands of her assistant, who as usual had made the whole journey down to ringside without ever stepping in her boss’s spotlight. Isobel Lamont was clad in her usual black strappy top and tight denim, and she took the cap and her employer’s handbag silently over to a seat by the announce table.
ISOBEL LAMONT
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Meanwhile Zoe cornered Al Carpenter, the lucky official for her first ever title match. “Listen Mal,” she said brusquely, “I’ve waited far too long for this and I won’t allow you to ruin it. Just stay out of my way until you raise my hand, ok?” She ignored whatever Carpenter’s response was, snapping her fingers at him and waltzing off to her corner to await her opponent.
With the challenger situated and waiting impatiently, the crowd realizes it’s time for all Upstarts of the world to unite in bringing their favorite to the field of battle. The FAWNatics rise to their feet in unison, chanting “CHLO-EEE. CHLO-EEE.”
As if on cue, the sound of Avril Lavigne’s ‘What the Hell’ ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQmEd_UeeIk&feature=player_embedded ) signals the imminent arrival of the dimpled cutie whose loyal fan following has few rivals. The crowd hops to the infectious pop beat and crane their necks toward the stage to gather an eyeful of the bubbly brunette.
Bouncing out from backstage is a tawny wisp of a woman; all big dark doe eyes, recently darkened mane and cherubic girlish features. Chloe skips from one side of the stage to the other. Clutched in her right hand is the paw of a fluffy, pink teddy bear ( imageshack.us/photo/my-images/52/sbeare.jpg/ ), her bestest buddy, Straw Beary. The diminutive Upstart gyrates playfully around the platform, joyously pumping her fist with the crowd to Avril’s accompaniment. She holds up her bear and has Straw wave to the crowd. The masses, mesmerized, wave back to the pink plushie as the ring announcer officially announces her arrival.
“And her opponent… the FAWN Lightweight Champion...from Boca Raton, Florida…standing 5 feet 2 inches and weighing in at 109 pounds…CHLOE…STRAWBERRY…FIELDS.”
The Upstart prances down the ramp, dressed in a pink and black ruffled two piece with mini-skirt bottoms. Covering her otherwise bare midriff is a gaudy gold and leather accessory, namely FAWN’s Lightweight Championship belt.
Chloe ‘Strawberry’ Fields:
Chloe zig-zags from side to side, slapping hands with the fans, beaming from ear to ear. As FAWN’s resident angel reaches the ring, she takes a lap, making acquaintance with nearly every front row ticket purchaser while introducing her pink cub to the fans.
Chloe holds Straw Beary close to her chest and waves his paw at the FAWNatics, the bear getting a high-five from one fan that draws a chirpy chuckle from Fields.
Reaching the steps, Chloe saunters up, proceeds halfway down the length of the ring, and slips through the ropes. She lip-syncs along with her music while hopping around the ring before settling in her corner, sending her attention in turn from the scowling Scott to her menacing assistant. The look in her eyes fortifies an obvious thought, maybe she should have brought Katya to the ring with her.
Returning her gaze to her corner, Chloe sets ‘Straw Beary’ under the bottom buckle so he can keep a watchful set of button eyes on the title proceedings. Chloe waves buh-bye to her bear and unstraps her title belt, handing it over to Carpenter.
Al walks it over to Zoe to show off tonight’s prize. Scott glares at the belt greedily, rubbing a hand over the faceplate and mouthing ‘MINE’ at a wide-eyed Fields.
Chloe scrunches her nose at her challenger and watches as Al hands the title to a FAWN attendant who, in turn, carries it to the timekeeper’s table. With the belt properly situated, Chloe moves to center stage, bouncing in place and waiting for Zoe to join her. As Scott approaches, Chloe smiles and extends a hand for a shake, hoping for the best but expecting something less.
Zoe carefully grabs Fields’ paw and tugs her close, chest to chest.
“You’re a joke,” Scott insists. “A mistake. I was born to be a champion. It’s in my blood.”
More than a little uncomfortable with the closeness to her opponent and Zoe’s unkind words, Strawberry tries to back away and gets an arm’s length away, but the challenger still has a tight grip and tugs the brunette toward her again, this time nearly taking Chloe’s head off with a wicked clothesline.
The back of Fields’ skull bangs on the deck and the dimpled one cradles her already throbbing braincase. Above her, a ravenous Zoe demands the official call for the bell and the man, ungenerously for the champion, decides to start the battle for the belt with Fields in a terrible deficit.
Not hesitating for an instant, Zoe drops the hammer on the horizontal Fields, stomping the diminutive titleholder into a turtling mess, otherwise known as a mudhole.
Outside, Isobel gives her employer a round of hearty applause though everyone else in the arena seems very upset, jeering the unwarranted attack by the emissary from the Emirates.
Convinced a mewling Fields has been pacified sufficiently, Scott relents on her piss-pounding and takes a stroll around the blasted beauty from Boca, raising her arms in triumph, drawing yet more hate from the outraged attendees.
Zoe dips and grabs a wrist and a handful of hair, yanking Chloe to unsteady feet. As Fields wobbles in front of her, Scott brings an index finger up to pursed lips and shushes the crowd, or at least tries to, then lays into Chloe’s chest with a nasty backhand chop that echoes through the area.
The FAWNatics can’t help themselves, shouting out a ‘WOOOO!’
Zoe rolls her eyes at the stupidity then grabs the left wrist of a wincing Strawberry, draws her foe’s arm wide, and slips beneath the limb and behind the champ, bringing the arm with her and securing it in a tight hammerlock. Zoe twists the limb, bringing the yipping Upstart to tiptoes.
“They should have saved time,” Zoe informs, lips a few inches from Chloe’s left ear, “and given the belt to me when I signed my contract. Save everyone the mock suspense.”
Her piece apparently said, Zoe dips slightly and LAUNCHES Chloe overhead with a hammerlock suplex, planting her foe’s shoulders and the back of Fields’ skull to the deck. The released Floridian somersaults to her face and chest from the force of the flip and again cradles her aching head, feet pattering against the canvas in little kicks as she fights through the pain.
Zoe rolls to her feet and, seeing Chloe’s position, dives atop her, sliding across Fields’ frame and capturing an arm of the Upstart. Shifting the limb between her legs, Scott tightens a scissors around the trapped appendage and slips her arms around the head of the doe-eyed brunette, bagging the champ in an arm trap crossface.
Arm trap crossface
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XdFek-TVtkg )
Zoe wrenches her grip, demanding Chloe give up her title. The official seems convinced and slides in front of the agonized Fields, asking if Chloe wants to surrender. The former Cirque de Soleil performer grunts in the negative and the ref signals a ‘no’ to the timekeeper, the crowd relieved.
The frustrated Dubai debutante cranks on her crossface, trying to force a capitulation that won’t come. After a dozen seconds, Zoe releases, grabs Chloe’s bobbling head by her dark locks and SLAMS the Upstart’s face into the deck, Fields’ head bouncing brutally off the canvas.
Zoe climbs to her feet and hovers over the titleholder. She turns her attention to the FAWNatics.
“My assistant knows, I like’em stubborn.”
Scott snatches a rising Chloe and tugs her up the rest of the way. She bullies the champ into the ropes behind and tosses her away with an Irish Whip. As Fields hits the opposite ropes for the u-turn, Zoe races toward her target, loading up a running Showstopper aimed right between Chloe’s peepers.
Scott sends the palm heel strike on the mark, but Strawberry ducks under, racing on to the next set of cables. Fields rebounds toward a spinning Scott who pivots and collects the diminutive grappler on her hip for a sidewalk slam. But Chloe has other ideas, using her momentum to swing out of Zoe’s control and flip around her foe’s body and out of her grasp. At the end of her ‘round the world journey, Chloe hooks onto a front facelock and SPIKES Zoe’s skull into the canvas with a tilt-a-whirl DDT.
Tilt-a-whirl DDT
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zigIfNnwtJk )
The awesome impact sends Zoe flipping to her back and skidding to a lifeless stop, in a wide spreadeagle. Instantly rejuvenated, the crowd roars to life and the Upstart seems energized by her flawless counter as well, kipping to her feet.
Fields staggers for a moment from the sudden rise, but is quickly pumping her fist to get the assembled animated. To her credit, Scott is showing some animation as well, sitting up and shaking out cobwebs. Chloe races at her foe from behind, front flips over a shoulder, grabbing the brunette’s head as she flies by, and PLANTS the challenger’s forehead into the mat, between extended legs. The head of the evil emissary from the Emirates snaps back in whiplash fashion and Zoe’s dazed and horizontal once more.
But Scott quickly shows she has more than dollar bills, rolling to her chest and pushing up to one knee while Chloe gives Straw Beary a low-five and leads the crowd in a rhythmic clap. Returning her attention to a genuflecting Scott, the former redhead sprints to her foe and uses Zoe’s raised knee as a pedestal. She plants her left boot on the joint and swings her right around soccer-style, THUMPING a Shining Wizard kick into Zoe’s temple, sending Scott sprawling.
Chloe chases after, pushing Zoe from her side to her back, then jumping aboard in a full body press, the Upstart’s palms curling around Scott’s wrists as she presses down for the…
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Dazed as she is, one big buck of Scott’s hips is still just about enough to dislodge the smaller woman from her press, breaking the count. But Fields still has control of those wrists and isn’t ready to let go. In fact she goes one better, using the momentum from Zoe’s kickout to push herself up into a handstand position, holding there for a second to another round of crowd applause and then falling back with her knees bent to THUMP wetly into tanned Dubai midsection.
An ‘OOOOOff’ of escaping air comes from Zoe’s lips, and she’d probably have tried to cradle her tummy if it wasn’t for Straw’s weight still pinning her wrists to the matt. “Hmmm, you need to be a little softer to be a crash mat” Chloe chirps, “Don’t worry, we’ll have another go!” A quick push of her legs gets the Upstart back into handstand position, but Scott changes the script by bringing her own tanned legs up, placing her Jordan’s on Florida hips and pushing her backwards.
Even a Cirque du Soleil veteran can’t maintain a handstand with that kind of midair interference, and Chloe tumbles over onto her back, while Scott’s momentum carries her over into a loose straddle. And the Jetsetter is quick to make use of those newly-freed wrists, swinging an open palm down HARD into rosy cheeks. “This is how it should be. I’m on top and you’ll always be beneath me!” Zoe snarls, “Learn the lesson now and maybe you’ll escape tonight with your dignitWHOAH!”
Zoe had planned a second bytch slap as punctuation to her sentence, but the Boca beauty is just too quick, snatching her arm out of the air and yanking across her body. Zoe’s weight is jerked sideways and Fields cements her getaway by firing her other arm up into a retaliatory SLAP of her own, her hand crashing into Scott’s jaw and sending her rolling away.
Both lightweights are back on their feet quickly, but Zoe wins the race to vertical. She’s immediately looking to get some payback on that last slap with a running lariat straight out of her assistant’s playbook. But she fails to take Strawberry’s acrobatics into account and pays the price, Fields leaping into a rapid orbit around the charging Jetsetter and taking the back of her head along for a THUMPing ride to the canvas!
SLING BLADE
youtu.be/wagn6n8SSZg
The sickening crunch of cranium on plywood is audible even over the FAWNatics’ roar. Scott sits up involuntarily from the impact and slumps backwards again. On the outside Isobel Lamont looks worried for the first time in the match, jogging around to the ropes closest to her downed employer. Chloe gives a quick glance over to the big blonde, clearly worried about any interference, but decides to show the meanies that she’s not scared of them.
With the Dubai Diva still dazed on the mat, Fields runs off to the nearest ropes and returns at top speed. Instead of slowing as she approaches the prone woman’s body she puts one running foot into Scott’s gasping tummy and uses that to leap up and onto the middle rope. Lamont flinches away, possibly thinking that Chloe was coming after her, but instead she sends herself into a gorgeous backflip!
Zoe has barely finished coughing from the rapid stomp when Strawberry’s gorgeous Springboard Moonsault crashes into her midriff. And the tiny brunette holds her position, keeping those tanned shoulders on the mat for a count of…
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THNooooo
Lamont had actually scrambled up onto the apron ready to intervene, but her boss saves her the trouble by punching one shoulder up off the canvas with less than half a second to spare. Isobel drops back to the floor fast, but not fast enough to prevent Carpenter from noticing. He breaks off from assuring Fields he had only reached ‘two’ and points angrily at the hulking blonde. “HEY! I know Zoe’s your boss but you’re not involved in this match. Get away from the ring or I’ll have you escorted back up the ramp.”
“Y’all got no need to worry Stripes, just wanted a closer look is all” Bel rumbled.
“Get out of here you!” Chloe yells at her, popping to her feet and bristling forwards. The Texan holds her hands up in mock penitence and starts strolling back to her seat. But her little stunt does seem to have accomplished something for her employer, buying Scotty a few extra seconds of recovery and ensuring that her opponent was looking the other way.
Spying an opportunity to snatch the momentum, Zoe scrambles over and hooks one arm between Strawberry’s oblivious stems while the other grabs a big handful of her bottoms. These twin grips are enough to drag the surprised brunette backwards into a rollup, Scott using the hidden extra leverage of those togs to deliver a rough wedgie in the process! It takes a second for Al Carpenter to catch up with proceedings, but as soon as he does he drops down to count…
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TWNooooo
Fields’ franticly bicycling legs finally give her enough momentum to break the ‘enhanced’ grip and roll her shoulders off the matt. She drops to her butt, shuffling awkwardly as she tried to readjust her togs, but Zoe has regained her feet in a second and THWAPPPs a brutal Buzzsaw Kick right into the Floridian’s modest chest. The force sends Chloe down to her back.
Paying no attention to the sympathetic ‘ooooo’ noises coming from the crowd, Zoe jumps off both feet and drops her elbow into the hurting Floridian’s sternum. A second elbow follows, this one enough to have Fields rolling onto her side to avoid the three-peat. But it seems that the socialite has a better idea, grabbing two handfuls of dark locks and hauling the smaller girl to her feet.
Once upright, Fields finally manages to tug her togs down from their painful position, but this gives her no time to mount a defence against whatever the socialite has planned. And it seems like her aching undercarriage is in for even more pain as Scott lifts Chloe up by the waist and then drops to one knee. The posted joint splits the former acrobat’s legs and slams hard into her centre, causing a stunned wince of pain to cross Fields’ dimpled face.
INVERTED ATOMIC DROP
youtu.be/hvPiJuHNMfE
“Some gossipy trash in Gladiatrix had the cheek to say I’m just a socialite pretending to be a wrestler.” Scott’s voice was conversational, looking at Al rather than the hurting Upstart still perched on her knee. “I’ve made sure they fire him of course, and obviously I’ve got nothing to prove, but really, I ask you, could any other ‘socialite’ do this?”
A thumping elbow to Chloe’s jaw was enough to topple the smaller girl off her perch and onto her back. Zoe stepped heavily on her gulping tummy, repaying the favour from earlier, then stood next to her and spread her arms wide, inviting more catcalls and derision from the crowds. But they had to give her grudging respect for what came next as she bent her knees and launched back in a tight little circle which brought her hips and taut midsection down on the prone champion.
STANDING MOONSAULT
youtu.be/3ooLsBDFa68
“I told you right at the start that you’re not fit to be a champion.” Scott put one hand over the brunette’s face and pushed down on her features, using the nasty grip to press herself back to all fours. Chloe let out a little mewl but didn’t show much other resistance as Zoe used two handfuls of black and pink top to haul her up onto wobbly legs. “Now it’s time to wipe your name off the list.”
Ducking her head under one of Chloe’s arms the curvy Oil Baroness stepped up beside her, threading one leg behind and pressing her hips in tight. Then she swung that gorgeous gam up high and brought it sweeping back, catapulting herself into a neat forward somersault. Fields was dragged along for the ride, ending with the back of her head crashing into the canvas and her ass high in the air.
DE-LISTER
youtu.be/e_RaFLlJkkE
Zoe simply reached one hand up and dug her nails into Fields’ toned glute, using the claw to keep her stacked with shoulders down and ass up. Carpenter had the quickest of checks to make sure there wasn’t any illegal leverage at play and then started his count, slapping his hand down for…
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The recently minted brunette remains stacked, taut, little ass pointed to the rafters as the ref’s hand raises for the third slap. But as it comes down, her lithe body spasms and Strawberry kicks her way free of Scott’s signature.
Chloe flops to her side, her lights on, but no one home. Aghast, Zoe shoots to her feet and gets in the zebra’s grill.
“Are you kidding me?” the Dubai diva asks. “What? Is she servicing you? Is that it?”
The man gives a look as if to say ‘I wish’ and that doesn’t help Zoe’s state of mind.
“So you’re going to make me win the title what, two, three four times? Because I’ll do it. And then I’ll have you fired.”
Having said part of her piece, Zoe turns back to the reeling Fields, Chloe having made it to her haunches, shaking her coconut free of the remaining cobwebs.
Scott corrals Strawberry’s head in a grip and tugs the wobbly champion to her feet. She dips and scoops an arm between her fellow lightweight legs to shift her onto a shoulder. Zoe carries her foe several steps before throwing the Upstart to the canvas with a simple but mat-thumping body slam. Chloe’s body arches after impact, her doe eyes shut behind clenched lids, Fields biting her lip.
Having placed Chloe on the runway just so, Zoe strides confidently to the corner a few steps removed from the titleholder. She climbs carefully but quickly, reaching the top, looking out on the sellout crowd.
Scott scowls at the jeering crowd then sneaks a peek over a shoulder before launching toward the splayed target. Though not known as super athletic, Zoe certainly shows what she has, launching into the Orlando sky above the champion, flipping and twisting through her signature Gulfstream, ready to drive out whatever fight remains in Fields.
Gulfstream
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBcUDEid-uQ into the ring)
But on the way down, Chloe’s baby browns spread wide and her survival instinct kicks in full force. Strawberry rolls out of the impact zone, barely, and Zoe’s left to SLAM into the empty mat. The loud CRASH of the Gulfstream draws a roar from the crowd as the Oil Baroness writhes on the mat, collapsing into a fetal ball in response to the force of her collision.
Not more than a few steps away, the Upstart doesn’t appear a whole lot better. The FAWNatics start a rhythmic clap to get her going and, though it takes a few moments, the dimpled darling responds like a trooper. Chloe raises her arms and claps with her supporters, only driving more to take up the beat.
After a deep breath, the sprite kips to her feet, the assembled cheering boisterously even when Fields wavers before catching her balance. The champ leans against the ropes and watches as Zoe emerges from her ball and starts to rise. The challenger’s effort sets Chloe off and she races to the Dubai diva.
Fields leaps, legs leading the way. Chloe snaps the limber limbs shut around Zoe’s noggin and flips into a nasty headscissors takedown that SPIKES Zoe’s skull into the canvas.
Headscissors Takedown
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=drWQqgtBzig )
Scott slops to her back, limbs spreading in all four directions. Thankfully, one arm is toward the corner that Isobel occupies. The blonde latches onto a wrist and, despite the ref’s complaint, tugs her boss out of the squared circle and into her arms, cradling her malicious mealticket close.
Realizing where she is, and in whose arms, the seemingly embarrassed Zoe shouts at her assistant to put her down, which Lamont does poste haste.
“I’ll tell you when I need your help,” Scott informs, “which is never against this little toy poodle.”
As Zoe points out the error of Isobel’s way, a shrugging Chloe takes off for the opposite ropes. She throws her petite frame into the cables and barrels back at the challenger and her impressive subordinate. Diving through the ropes, Chloe NAILS both women and, though small, with her momentum, she’s able to take both floor-bound women off their feet to the delight of the Orlando faithful.
Hopping to her feet, the champ is bright enough to know not to stay out in the danger zone outnumbered and she scrambles back into the ring under the bottom rope while a steaming Zoe picks her way loose from the big blonde.
“You oaf,” she shouts, “get off me.”
Isobel’s face sours but she successfully holds her anger in check and tosses Scott to her feet.
The socialite’s demands are quickly transferred to the zebra, insisting the man move Fields to the opposite side of the ring. Chloe complies and the Oil Baroness slides back in, pushing to vertical.
Immediately wishing to take the initiative, she charges the Upstart. Chloe deftly ducks beneath a clothesline effort and reaches over her shoulder to snag the head of the startled Dubai diva. Strawberry uses gravity from there, laying out and dropping Zoe to the deck with a sweet jumping neckbreaker.
Jumping Neckbreaker
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Zbv_-I_5d8 )
Chloe spins off her back and scrambles to the sprawled Scott, pressing her body tight in a lateral press for…
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Zoe shoves the diminutive titleholder off with a second to spare, Chloe ending on her haunches, disappointed but unwilling to surrender her momentum.
The former redhead skips to her feet and watches in admiration as a shaky Zoe follows closely behind. The Upstart turns and leaps into the ropes, landing her boots on the middle and grabbing the top. Using the cables as a springboard, Chloe spins in a wicked 180 and SLAMS a nasty kick into Scott’s temple that spins the Dubai diva in a pirouette, Zoe somehow maintaining her feet beneath her.
Springboard Shortkick
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFbcmW6XwJk )
As the diminutive champ scrambles to her boot soles and to the corner, climbing up in a single bound, a dazed Zoe remains blissfully unaware of the champ’s plans despite the adamant urging of Isobel. Unaware of Chloe’s penthouse location, her back turned to the Upstart, Zoe is the last to know when Fields leaps from her perch and stabs the Oil Baroness with her signature Strawberry Jam.
Strawberry Jam
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bni0ISoO7UA )
Knees JAMMING into her foe’s shoulderblades as she rips Zoe off the deck, Chloe shoves the demolished Scott off her, then rolls the face down brunette to her back, the socialite spreading into a wide starfish, meant for mounting which the champ does for the…
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Still willful, Zoe refuses to relinquish her golden opportunity, shoving a shoulder up with a few inches to spare on the final slap.
This time a plaintive Chloe offers a pained scrunch of her nose, hoping she missed the third hit of palm to canvas, but the official holds up two fingers. Fields nods and pushes her way up, starting the crowd with a clap. As the response from the assembled grows, Chloe goes back to the well, namely her corner. She scales with ease and turns to face the struggling Scott, Zoe showing plenty of wear and tear.
Waiting patiently, the Upstart launches from the rarefied air when the Dubai diva finally turns in her direction. She skies toward the brunette, turning into a crossbody splash. But, while the Oil Baroness is no destroyer-class-sized grappler, she finds the determination and strength to catch the featherweight Fields across her chest and retain her balance after a couple staggering steps in reverse.
A wide-eyed Chloe shakes her head nervously as Zoe secures her grip and her equilibrium and proudly walks around with the squirming Upstart, Fields trying vainly to shake free.
Even Zoe seems slightly amazed at the feat of strength she’s just pulled off. But she’s quick to start crowing about it. “That’s the difference between a little girl and a real woman!” she yells, moving to heft her squirming package up over her shoulder. She’s pretty much there when springs her trap, the smaller brunette sneaking an arm around Scott’s neck and squeezing into an impromptu but effective Guillotine Choke!
FLYING GUILLOTINE CHOKE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nlBjqDlCWuU
Instinctively Scott lets go of the smaller brunette’s weight, hoping that the drop will be enough to break Chloe’s clutches. But Strawberry’s acrobatic background means that she’s freakishly comfortable in the air, and she uses her leverage to swing down and then wrap those tanned and deceptively powerful legs around Zoe’s waist. She has her ankles locked in an instant and the first proper squeeze of her twin grips is enough to have the Jetsetter’s knees wobbling.
But she doesn’t quite go down, lifting upwards from her back and taking a couple of very heavy steps forward towards the ropes. From ringside Isobel shouts up to her boss “you’re stronger than her, get her back up!” It’s a lot easier said than done for Zoe, but her hands drop to Fields’ hips, a big push enough to break one of the smaller woman’s grips and start lifting.
The impressive show of strength continues, Scott bending her knees again and pouring all the power of that curvy frame into a heave. Fields finds herself being lifted high, abandoning her choke to try to stabilise in the air. But it’s too little too late as Zoe takes a move from her assistant’s playbook, tossing her burden forwards into a nasty looking powerbomb.
VERTICAL SUPLEX POWERBOMB
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nlHqC6OpvIU
A round of sympathetic ‘OOOOoooooohs’ comes from the audience as Strawberry is smeared neck-first into the canvas between Zoe’s legs. It looks like she’d be ripe for pinning, and Carpenter is hovering in readiness, but at first Scott can only lie on her back and take a few heaving breaths to refill her lungs. She does eventually sit up, reaching forward to put both hands on the modest swell of Fields’ chest and giving a quick squeeze while Al counts…
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Perhaps the sloppy pin is a factor, but Strawberry’s many fans erupt as their heroine bucks to one side and breaks free of Scott’s clutches. Zoe looks up at Carpenter, but her glare is more accusing than disbelieving; even though Chloe broke the pin in plenty of time, the socialite clearly thinks she’s being screwed. Then she remembers yet another target of her anger, ignoring her gasping opponent and shoving Al out of the way to make a beeline for her assistant.
The angry jetsetter crooks a finger, beckoning Bel in close. Confused, the blonde complies, stepping up to the apron and receiving a blast of anger in response. “I don’t pay you to shout things, or to tell me what to do, and I definitely don’t pay you to think. I keep your ugly gorilla ass around because you’re supposed to assist me, so maybe you could STOP SHOUTING MEANINGLESS RUBBISH AND ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING TO HELP!”
Dismissing the surprised-looking blonde with a wave of her hand, she turned on her heel and stomped back to where Carpenter was checking on her slowly recovering opponent. Fields’ big doe eyes were blinking a little dazedly after the hellacious slam but she had made it to slightly wobbly knees. This didn’t seem to bother the Oil Baroness, who shoved Al aside a second time and used a handful of brunette locks and another of pink-trimmed skirt to lift Chloe the rest of the way to vertical.
Staying on Chloe’s six, Scott yanks on her hair-hold until a hand comes up to counter and snatches it out of the air. Dragging the captured limb back into a tight hammerlock, she spins around under the brunette’s other arm and hooks around her neck. “Apparently you’ve done enough ‘favours’ for Alexander that he won’t count you out,” Zoe hisses to her wriggling prey, “I’m going to make you beg for him to end things.”
Whether or not Chloe has any response, she quickly has more important things to deal with as the Dubai Diva sets her legs and begins lifting upwards. There’s a noticeable wobble in the fireplug brunette’s body as her previous exertions take their toll, but she’s still able to get the smaller woman up to vertical. And once she’s reached there gravity does the rest, sending Fields down HARD with her whole bodyweight on her neck and that trapped arm.
HAMMERLOCK SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7kGH9Wj-wy0
A wail of pain escapes Fields’ cherry lips, and it only gets worse when she realises that the nasty challenger has still managed to keep hold of the hammerlock! “Get back up little girl, and soon you’ll have your time in the spotlight.” Zoe gets to her haunches and tugs on the captured arm, sending a fresh lick of pain through Strawberry’s shoulder and forcing her to scrabble to her feet again or risk further damage to the limb.
This time Zoe is going for the back version of the hammerlock suplex, staying behind the mewling brunette as she lifts her. But Fields shows a true champion’s instincts by jumping in time with the lift, using her extra momentum to break free of the Oil Baroness’s clutches as the throw reaches its apex. She flips away, but loops her hands around Scott’s neck as she falls!
JUMPING NECKBREAKER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7XSZXLNPVc8
Acrobatic as she is, Chloe has no time to plan for a landing and so she ends in a slightly messy barrel roll across the canvas and out to ringside. This seems like a great idea, giving her a little space to massage some feeling back into her aching neck and shoulder. But suddenly she realises it might not be so smart, right as a pair of strong hands grab at the back of her skirt and pull her backwards.
Sure enough Isobel Lamont is behind her and looking to make the most of this unscheduled trip to the outside. The Fixer reaches around Chloe’s relatively tiny torso and snatches at that already hurting arm. Fields gets a strong shove, sending her stumbling forward, and then is yanked around and back by the captured limb as Bel swings her other arm in a big Capture Lariat.
CAPTURE LARIAT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tavWF6AnrTo
At the last possible instant Fields ducks the lethal blow, tucking into a forward roll and letting the big blonde’s momentum carry her off in the opposite direction. Her cheeks puff out a little at the close call, but as she turns around to check she’s safe she gets a much bigger grin. Bel might have expected the referee to have been distracted by Scott’s fall, but Carpenter was watching everything and is now marching over and gesturing angrily up the ramp.
Isobel’s hands are quickly up to her head as she realises her mistake, but it’s too late. “Get out of here Lamont!” Carpenter shouts, gesturing again. Behind him Zoe is staring daggers at her assistant, while at ringside Chloe is giggling about how red the Texan’s cheeks have gone. It looks like Bel is tempted to make more trouble, starting first towards Al and then turning on Fields, but she’s stopped when her employer slips out next to her and launches a vicious slap into her face!
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Zoe roars, Bel’s eyes widening in shock at the slap and then swiftly narrowing in anger. “Get out of my sight moron. You can come back to collect my belongings once I’ve finished celebrating.” She clicks her fingers in the big blonde’s face and for a second it looks like Bel is about to argue, but Scott has already turned away from her. She shakes her head ruefully, then turns and begins a trudge up the ramp with catcalls in her ears.
Waving her goodbyes to the big blonde meanie, Chloe turns just in time to see Zoe clamber back into the ring and go nose-to-nose with Carpenter. “Listen to me, Alexander” the Dubai Diva snarls, holding up a hand when he tries to correct her. “I’m totally sick of your rampant corruption and favouritism. So next time I pin her you’re going to ring the bell, raise my hand and then let me take out that frustration however I choose. Or SO HELP ME I will see you fired before the end of the show. Now get out of my way.”
Zoe doesn’t wait for a response from the lanky zebra, she just gives him a shove, sending him stepping hurriedly back and bumping into Chloe. The seconds it takes for them to disentangle from each other is enough for Scott to hop around behind and send a heartless toe kick THWUMPing between Strawberry’s legs.
Knees knocking together, Chloe’s doe eyes go wide in pain. Over her shoulder Scott gives a withering ‘don’t you dare’ glance at Carpenter and then ducks down to tuck her head between the champ’s jelly legs. She’s looking to heave her up for her ‘Blessing’ finisher, but when the Jetsetter braces for the lift it looks like her previous efforts catch up with her, those normally sturdy legs suddenly exhausted. She does manage to get Strawberry half way up but the champ’s furious bucking is enough to wriggle off and land behind the tired Oil Baroness...
The throbbing from between her legs takes away a healthy portion of her agility, but Strawberry has enough to deliver a forearm to the back of Scott’s braincase before the brat can turn. Zoe staggers forward, dropping to one knee, dark eyes blinking wide from the momentarily debilitating blow.
With the Dubai diva downed, Fields closes the few steps between champ and challenger, forcing through the pain from below. Chloe leaps, slamming a knee into the turning Zoe’s forehead with a modified Shining Wizard.
Shining Wizard
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GynILJCsmfo&t=21s )
Scott splats to the mat, folding into a matchbook, arms high and wide over her head on the canvas, legs folded atop her, slightly parted. Chloe takes advantage, pressing atop the back of Zoe’s thighs to keep her shoulders down for the…
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The stubborn challenger unfolds from beneath the dimpled favorite, in the process escaping the pin attempt and sending Fields to all fours a step away from the Oil Baroness.
Still showing stiffness from Zoe’s earlier low blow, Chloe pushes to her feet gingerly and walks out the remaining hitch in her giddy-up before wrapping a palm around the left wrist of Scott and yanking the brunette to her feet.
Still showing the willingness to throw down, Zoe shoves the champ off, Fields sent into a backpedal. She throws her weight into the ropes behind her and races toward the wobbly Scott, but as she closes, Zoe whips a clothesline toward the Upstart’s throat. Chloe skillfully dips under. She leaps in a spinning pirouette around Zoe’s back and rips her foe to the canvas with a slingblade, the back of Zoe’s skull THUMPING into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Slingblade
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dNnXCrehQ14 )
Chloe skips a cover and instead heads for the nearest buckles. The spring back in her step, she bounds to the top, turns and measures her reeling challenger. Waiting until Zoe is halfway to her feet, Fields launches from her perch, boots leading the way with a missile drop kick.
The Dubai diva has the answer however, shaking out of her stupor long enough to pivot and sweep the plummeting Chloe to the deck without a connection, Fields crashing-and-burning into the canvas, ending on her back, arching in pain.
A weary Zoe leans forward, one hand on a knee tosteady herself, the other used to point an index finger at her temple, Scott letting everyone in the house know she’s too damn smart to lose to this nitwit.
Snatching Chloe’s left ankle, Zoe wraps both arms around the joint and rotates into a side position before dropping to the canvas and scissoring the captured leg. Scott works over Chloe with a brutal Achilles Lock that has the cutie pie wailing in anguish.
Achilles Lock
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZ9pw56kRDg )
“QUIT!” Zoe shouts. “OR I’LL SNAP IT.”
Both of Fields’ overturned palms hover over the mat, the champion seemingly ready to tap in stereo, but instead she places them down and crab walks the few feet to the ropes, dragging Zoe with her, the crowd’s chants to not give up, providing the fuel she needs.
After grabbing the ropes and surviving a twisting wrenching four seconds of torture from Zoe, Carpenter’s count convinces Scott to release. She pushes up and backs away no more than a foot as a whimpering Chloe, who uses the ropes to tug her way up. Once her foe is vertical, the Dubai diva doesn’t wait for Fields to clear the cables.
Zoe rips Chloe free and shoves the limping, recently minted brunette to center stage. An instant later, Scott races toward the unsteady Fields and loads up a Showstopper, but Chloe slips under the palm strike aimed at her chin.
As Zoe skids to a stop after the miss, Strawberry slips in close behind, digging her digits into either shoulder and springing up to encase her lithe legs around the temples of the challenger. Fields throws the little mass she has in reverse and it’s enough to RIP Zoe off her feet, the head of the Oil Baroness SPIKED into the canvas a hurricarana.
Spike Hurricarana
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_Chryi8HdM )
The force of the impact rolls Scott up to a momentary standing position before she collapses back to the canvas. The Upstart dives atop her foe in a crossbody pin and hooks a leg for what is certainly the…
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Somehow, Zoe slips a shoulder off the canvas no more than an inch with Carpenter’s palm no more than an inch off the mat. The crowd groans in disbelief and Strawberry’s jaw drops wide, her dimple disappearing. Staring at the FAWNatics, a “what do I do to beat her” look plastered on her cute mug, a shudder and groan from the demolished Zoe shakes Chloe out of her astonishment.
The Upstart hops to her feet and swings by her corner to pluck Straw Beary from his seat under the buckles. The duo moves to the neutral corner nearest the splayed Scott. They climb the corner and turn to loiter over the shattered Dubai diva. Pulling Beary close to her tummy, Fields is the pilot for tonight’s flight and together they take off, soaring before plummeting toward Scott, THWUMPING across Zoe’s tummy.
The Beary Splash crushing her ribs and midriff, Scott’s body jackknifes under the champion but she quickly melts to the canvas, Zoe devastated under the Upstart and her pink, furry bestie.
Carpenter doesn’t require Straw leave the ring and together bear and lightweight champion keep Zoe cemented to the canvas for the…
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The crowd erupts, rising to their feet and cheering the victor loudly, even rewarding Chloe with a chant of “THAT WAS AWESOME!”
Fields pushes off the splattered Zoe, hugging Straw close and moving to the corner to accept her title belt from Al. She takes possession as the ring announcer makes the result official.
“YOUR WINNER AND STILLL...”
The man never finishes his proclamation as a vertically-challenged figure in a red halter, tight denim and a black hoodie shoots under the ropes, hops to her feet and throws a chop block into the back of the Chloe’s right knee.
As both Beary and belt go tumbling out of the champ’s hands, the interloper rises and rips off her hood to reveal the dastardly Mighty Mite Dominique Daly. Wide grin gracing her exotic Pac Rim features, Daly plucks a grimacing Chloe off the deck and spins the champ to face her.
Dominique Daly:
“I’ll let you know when we’re done, bytch,” Domi shouts, peppering the jaw of the Upstart with several forearm strikes. With an exhausted Chloe in a daze, Daly turns and takes off for the ropes. She rebounds in a sprint toward the wobbling Fields and leaps into the title holder, shooting her legs high in the air like the former gymnast she is and sweeping them back down and through, laying out and PLANTING the crown of Chole’s skull into the deck with a despicable DDT.
Jumping Implant DDT
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6oNIedfY3Oc )
As the gobsmacked Fields flops to her back and skids to a halt, Daly kips to her feet, pilfers the lightweight belt off the canvas, and hovers in a standing straddle over the semi-conscious Chloe. She lifts the belt high, mouthing “MINE” to the FAWN universe.
A slowly awakening Zoe isn’t sure what’s happening but understands she wants none of it. She woozily slips out under the ropes, staggers to the aisle and up the ramp.
Inside the ring, Domi lays the gold down on the tawny, gulping tummy of its owner and lifts both arms high and wide. Calling for a microphone, she snatches it from the air.
“It’s time for the ultimate athlete to take her rightful place,” she shouts, “and claim the gold once and for all.”
Daly stares down at the softly stirring Strawberry.
“See you at Mania, bytch!”