Post by hawkeye on Sept 5, 2017 23:36:29 GMT
America’s Sweethearts ( Skylar Mitchell [5’1” 115 lbs.]/ Charlie Dawson [5’2” 112 lbs.])
vs
Phi Theta Kappa (Allison Addison [5’8” 124 lbs.]/ Piper Sexton[ 5’6” 122 lbs.])
Being a Sweetheart was a long way from being a success, particularly in the wild world of FAWNdom. Neither did the family name guarantee you an inch when your opponent was ready to take a mile. Such had Skylar Mitchell found out in three mostly forgettable years in the organization. Having started at 18, as was the wont of many a Mitchell, Skye still had plenty of time to blossom and become as important her eldest sisters. The fact she’d never won a single Pay-Per-View match, including a loss to tonight’s foes, was certainly a black mark she hoped to wash away with a strong showing beside her fellow lovable loser Charlie Dawson. Not many in the crowd at Winter Park would have laid money, but they cheer their hearts out for the quintessentially cute duo nonetheless.
Opposite America’s Sweethearts in tonight’s third ‘play-in’ round matchup were the Greek Freaks themselves, Phi Theta Kappa. Of the four women in the ring, the one who had the look of star all over her was redhead Allison Addison. But even though tonight’s match was in her hometown, the boos rained down. It was no better for her curvy companion Piper Sexton. Though Vegas favored the sorority sisters to move on, it seemed no one else at tonight’s venue did.
There was no long consideration made by the Phi Thetas on who would start, as one could presume correctly, the raucous redhead would be the point of the spear for her team. The tension in the air was thick, as one misstep on tonight’s stone would leave a team looking up at the sixteen still alive. From the look on Addison’s face, it would not be Piper and herself.
Across the stage Skylar, who’d left many a FAWNatic seeing a jewel to be polished after running Kylie Sanders ragged before coming up short, stepped forward for the Sweethearts, the bell bringing the match to order soon after.
The seven-inch height advantage Addison held over the runt of the Mitchell clan was immediately glaring and the corresponding reach Allison had on her diminutive foe showed, as the redhead popped a couple left jabs into Mitchell’s chin. The official’s complaint opened the palm of a smirking Allison, the Phi Theta pleading forgetfulness as the two women circled, looking for an opening.
The redhead showed a certain lack of care when she forged forward, hoping to tie up with Skye, and failed to realize how unlikely that would be the Lil’est Mitchell’s strategy in return. Skylar ducked under Allison’s failed grab, slipping behind her and cinching in a tight waistlock around her foe’s midriff. Thrown elbows by Addison swept over a ducking Skye.
Realizing lifting for a suplex was a no go and even a waistlock takedown was unlikely, Skylar put her legs in gear, pushing forward. The tiny brunette forced Allison forward in front of her and together they slammed into the ropes. Backwards they tumbled, Mitchell pulling Addison atop her before rolling through and ending bum to bum, the Lil’est Mitchell seated atop Allison’s ass, with the squirming redhead’s shoulders on the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
So close, but the startled auburn-haired grappler flung herself free from the modified small package. The Phi Theta stared in worry at the official then sighed in relief when she saw two fingers raised.
Later…
Skylar bounced around the ring like a pinball with Allison playing the part of the paddle, waiting for the brunette to come within range. But the redhead came up empty on a first scythe-like clothesline, Mitchell ducking underneath. Hitting the ropes, the Sweetheart rebounded toward a turning Addison and NAILED the Phi Theta in the chest with a leaping, spinning heel kick that staggered the bigger grappler.
On her horse in an instant, Skye sprinted to the cables in front of her foe, leapt into the middle set, grabbing the top with both hands, and turned into a springboard launch, the tiny ball of brunette fire looking more like Shea London than her sisters. Skylar careened into a crossbody splash and, with sorority sister wobbly, Skye had plenty to take the redhead off her feet, sandwiching her to the mat for a…
ONE…
Allison heaved Mitchell off, her curled arms underneath the youngster lifting and rolling the Sweetheart away with relative ease.
Later…
The diminutive starburst of the Mitchell clan had her taller foe bent and in a side headlock, wrenching away on the braincase of the auburn-maned wrestler. Allison got her palms to Skye’s hips, ready for a heave but before she can manage, Mitchell raced to the ropes with Addison in tow. Ready to use the rubber-coated steel once more, Skylar leapt, her boot soles landing on the top rope. She used the springy cable to spin Allison in a 180 and lead her down to a ring-rattling conclusion, Skye landing on her perky cheeks, Allison PLANTED forehead first into the thinly-sheathed plywood. The springboard bulldog sent Addison flopping to her back, spreading in a starfish. The Lil’est Mitchell dove atop her foe in a full body pin, or as full as Skye could manage for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Allison’s right arm shoots up, lifting her shoulder. The redhead not only remained in the match, but her palm clenched around a bug-eyed Mitchell’s throat. Apparently done with fun-n-games, a fuming Allie forced Skye up in front of her, Mitchell gagging and the ref starting his count as both women reach vertical.
Allison grabbed a handful of spandex at Mitchell’s hip and launched her foe for a chokeslam but the squirmy, slippery Sweetheart freed herself, landing in front of the enraged sorority girl then armdragging the befuddled Allison across the ring to the PTK corner where Piper tagged her sister’s shoulder.
“Lemme show you how to squash a bug,” she offered a none-too-pleased Addison.
Later…
Piper had Mitchell by a wrist, roughhousing her back into the ropes. She flung little Skye to the opposite cables with an Irish Whip, the crowd getting excited as she scooted across the canvas, a purplish blur, ready for Skylar’s creative juices to flow. But when Sexton charged right behind the toss, the blonde caught Skye by surprise no more than a couple steps from the cables, lifting a knee DEEP into the gut of Mitchell, sending the impaled Skye flipping over and landing on her taut little backside.
After catching her balance, the Vegas ‘Mean Girl’ lived up to her reputation, first punting Skylar between the shoulderblades, next flattening her with a back kick to the chin and finally dropping an elbow across the throat of the shellshocked cutie for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Skye kicked her way out of the pinning predicament.
Later…
The bedraggled brunette appeared very much in need of a tag as Sexton snatched the Sweetheart in a side headlock with her left arm and proceeded to deliver some nasty right uppercuts to her chin, rocking the featherwright with each. Having shown she could brawl, Sexton followed with a hip toss, putting Skylar on a seated platter.
Piper rocketed off the cables in front of the bleary-eyed beauty and leapt knees-first at her tourney foe, riding Mitchell the short distance to the mat and CRUNCHING her into the canvas. In a pre-made schoolgirl press and with Skylar weakly squirming beneath, Piper raised her hands high and wide and counted with the ref for…
ONE…
TWO…
The series of near-falls continued as another stubborn Mitchell showed her family streak, rocking the high-riding Phi Theta off her perch.
Later…
Sexton drunk in the attention brought by swamping a second-generation superstar, even if Skye was the runt of the litter. An elbow to the crown of Skylar’s head forced the brunette to genuflect for a moment, until the Phi Theta tugged her back up. Piper dipped and ‘hupped’ the Lil’est Mitchell across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry, ready to send Mitchell off like a Frisbee with an airplane spin toss, but the agile Sweetheart ejected after a half-spin and landed in a sprint toward her corner, leaping into a tag of the rested and ready Charlie.
Dawson raced toward the startled Sexton, landing a crisp dropkick between her fellow blonde’s baby blues, flattening the bigger sorority sister. To her credit, Piper scrambled to her feet only to be met with another. Without a running start behind this effort, Dawson only managed to stagger Piper with her second shot and, when Charlie kipped to her feet Sexton was ready with a clothesline.
However, the Sweetheart was ready as well, ducking and grabbing the offered right arm. The sprightly blonde swung around her foe and caught Piper’s opposite arm in a scissors. Caught in a crucifix, the Phi Theta can’t deny Charlie her pinning attempt. Dawson used gravity to rip Sexton off her feet, planting the shoulders of the captured, squirming Sexton down for…
ONE…
TWO…
Piper’s strength overcame the nifty trap and she’s able to escape.
Later…
Both fighters are in baby blue, but there’s no confusing who has the other up in a gorilla press, a frantic Charlie high above the growling Mean Girl, shaking her head plaintively. Allison screamed at her ‘sister’ to splatter the Sweetheart against the canvas and make a grease spot out of the cutie, but before she’s able, Dawson snuck out the back door, landing behind the startled Sexton.
Charlie launched into a tuck tight to Piper’s back, knees to shoulderblades, and ripped the bigger grappler off the deck, blowing out Piper’s considerable lungs to the enormous enjoyment of the crowd. Kipping to her feet, an ebullient Dawson hit the ropes and leapt into a front flip splash across what was supposed to be Piper’s tawny tummy. Instead, Sexton got her knees up and skewered the little Sweetheart, the crowd groaning as a spasming Charlie did the same. With both women hurting, they head for opposite corners and a tag.
Not much later…
The slap of hands is matched in each corner and the women who started the match return to the fight to reach the Round of 16. Allison and Skylar charged, meeting mid-ring. An axhandle blow from the redhead misses the ducking Mitchell. Instead of continuing to the ropes, both screech to a halt, spinning on the other, each throwing half-blind superkicks.
The length of Addison’s lower limb paid dividends as her boot sole connected flush with the jaw of the Lil’est Mitchell. The family fight from the Carolina Cutie kept the featherweight vertical but the Phi Theta used it to her advantage, scooping up Skye on her hip and juggling the diminutive brunette until she dropped Skylar gut-fist across bended knee.
Tilt-a-whirl gutbuster (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsTtl-amB6g )
Mitchell is left moaning, one half of her frame on either side of the catty redhead.
“You’re child-size,” Allison growled. “So what the hell?”
Addison cupped a palm and let loose with the spanking machine, paddling the pert behind of the Sweetheart, Skye yipping in pain as she squirmed for an escape.
Later…
Allie’s airborne on the corner-bound Skylar, Piper helpful in trapping the brunette in the buckles with her arms locked around Mitchell’s elbows. The impact is fearsome for the Sweethearts’ fans as Allison buried the Carolina Cutie under Phi Theta pulchritude. The splash sent Skylar to the deck, seated, legs extended. A beaming Allison took the time to provide the fan favorite with her Brownnoser, Addison’s version of the Stinkface.
With Skye’s nose tucked tightly in Allison’s ass, the sorority sister swabbed and swished her booty into the face of the trapped Sweetheart then pogo-ed her bum into the second-generation superstar until the Lil’est Mitchell was greasy-faced and glassy-eyed.
Later…
The Queen Bee was in her element. With Charlie having made a save at two-and-a-half after a nasty Not-So-Fresh DDT from Addison to her partner, and having paid for it with a European Uppercut that left the blonde wonky, the head Phi Theta had both of America’s Sweethearts in her clutches. With a handful each of brunette and blonde locks, Allison pulled the noggin of each foe back. The Sweethearts stared blankly at each other before the spiteful sorority sister banged their coconuts together.
Skylar staggered away in a u-turn and flopped chest-first into her corner while Charlie timbered to the deck, stiff as a board. Allison placed her boot atop Dawson’s ivory-skinned tummy for the pin, but the official reminded the fiery Phi Theta, Mitchell was legal.
Later…
Having caught up with Skylar from Mitchell’s six in the Sweethearts’ corner, Allison captured both of Skye’s wrists and tugged her arms behind her. She nodded knowingly to the FAWNatics who understand some Dirty Rushing was about to take whatever starch remained in the diminutive brunette, the punting to Mitchell’s pussy mere seconds away.
But before Allison can unload, Skye, now a few feet from the buckles when Addison pulled her arms in arears, lifted her legs, leapt to the middle buckle with her left boot then to the top with her right then UP-n-OVER in a backflip with both, Skye landing behind the astonished Allison.
With the crowd cheering her on, Skylar surrounded Addison’s waist, cinching tight, and used the lessons of her family, vaulting Allison into a german suplex that PLANTED Addison on her shoulders and the back of her skull. Mitchell held on to her foe through the abbreviated backflip and bridged for the pin and the win…
ONE…
TWO…
NOOO!
The redhead kicked free out of instinct and certainly looked the worse for wear.
Not Much Later…
Skye’s perched on the middle ropes as the risen and swaying redhead struggled to understand her surroundings. Skylar launched from her station and caught Allison around the noggin on the way down, whipping Addison around and SPIKING the Phi Theta in an ungodly Skye High.
Skye High (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8eK84shq7DU )
Allison is vertical for a moment through the sheer force of the impact but takes a header an instant later.
Not even waiting for a pinning predicament, Piper, understanding what that collision meant, bolted through the ropes. She got halfway when a dropkick from the still loitering Charlie pressed the ‘eject’ button and sent Sexton out to the floor in a heap.
For a moment, Mitchell became a spectator, watching Charlie clear the runway. Meanwhile, somehow, Allison made it to her haunches and tottered from side to side.
From a couple feet away, Skye stomped her right boot into the canvas, one, two, three times then UNLOADED with Greetings From Charlotte. The superkick CRACKED home with lethal force, Skylar sending it home to the jaw of the kneeling redhead. Allison’s body followed her whiplashing head into a spreadeagle, Allie out cold.
The look on Skylar’s face said it all as she understood the so-called upset win was in the Sweethearts’ possession. She dove on the redhead in a crossbody pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!!
Allison slept through the entire set.
America’s Sweethearts drew a loud ‘AWWWWW’ from the crowd as they met center stage and hugged it out. The delightful blonde and brunette hovered over the demolished redhead claiming satisfaction from a 2016 PPV loss to the mean girls and celebrating their victory and advancement to the aptly named Sweet 16.
vs
Phi Theta Kappa (Allison Addison [5’8” 124 lbs.]/ Piper Sexton[ 5’6” 122 lbs.])
Being a Sweetheart was a long way from being a success, particularly in the wild world of FAWNdom. Neither did the family name guarantee you an inch when your opponent was ready to take a mile. Such had Skylar Mitchell found out in three mostly forgettable years in the organization. Having started at 18, as was the wont of many a Mitchell, Skye still had plenty of time to blossom and become as important her eldest sisters. The fact she’d never won a single Pay-Per-View match, including a loss to tonight’s foes, was certainly a black mark she hoped to wash away with a strong showing beside her fellow lovable loser Charlie Dawson. Not many in the crowd at Winter Park would have laid money, but they cheer their hearts out for the quintessentially cute duo nonetheless.
Opposite America’s Sweethearts in tonight’s third ‘play-in’ round matchup were the Greek Freaks themselves, Phi Theta Kappa. Of the four women in the ring, the one who had the look of star all over her was redhead Allison Addison. But even though tonight’s match was in her hometown, the boos rained down. It was no better for her curvy companion Piper Sexton. Though Vegas favored the sorority sisters to move on, it seemed no one else at tonight’s venue did.
There was no long consideration made by the Phi Thetas on who would start, as one could presume correctly, the raucous redhead would be the point of the spear for her team. The tension in the air was thick, as one misstep on tonight’s stone would leave a team looking up at the sixteen still alive. From the look on Addison’s face, it would not be Piper and herself.
Across the stage Skylar, who’d left many a FAWNatic seeing a jewel to be polished after running Kylie Sanders ragged before coming up short, stepped forward for the Sweethearts, the bell bringing the match to order soon after.
The seven-inch height advantage Addison held over the runt of the Mitchell clan was immediately glaring and the corresponding reach Allison had on her diminutive foe showed, as the redhead popped a couple left jabs into Mitchell’s chin. The official’s complaint opened the palm of a smirking Allison, the Phi Theta pleading forgetfulness as the two women circled, looking for an opening.
The redhead showed a certain lack of care when she forged forward, hoping to tie up with Skye, and failed to realize how unlikely that would be the Lil’est Mitchell’s strategy in return. Skylar ducked under Allison’s failed grab, slipping behind her and cinching in a tight waistlock around her foe’s midriff. Thrown elbows by Addison swept over a ducking Skye.
Realizing lifting for a suplex was a no go and even a waistlock takedown was unlikely, Skylar put her legs in gear, pushing forward. The tiny brunette forced Allison forward in front of her and together they slammed into the ropes. Backwards they tumbled, Mitchell pulling Addison atop her before rolling through and ending bum to bum, the Lil’est Mitchell seated atop Allison’s ass, with the squirming redhead’s shoulders on the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
So close, but the startled auburn-haired grappler flung herself free from the modified small package. The Phi Theta stared in worry at the official then sighed in relief when she saw two fingers raised.
Later…
Skylar bounced around the ring like a pinball with Allison playing the part of the paddle, waiting for the brunette to come within range. But the redhead came up empty on a first scythe-like clothesline, Mitchell ducking underneath. Hitting the ropes, the Sweetheart rebounded toward a turning Addison and NAILED the Phi Theta in the chest with a leaping, spinning heel kick that staggered the bigger grappler.
On her horse in an instant, Skye sprinted to the cables in front of her foe, leapt into the middle set, grabbing the top with both hands, and turned into a springboard launch, the tiny ball of brunette fire looking more like Shea London than her sisters. Skylar careened into a crossbody splash and, with sorority sister wobbly, Skye had plenty to take the redhead off her feet, sandwiching her to the mat for a…
ONE…
Allison heaved Mitchell off, her curled arms underneath the youngster lifting and rolling the Sweetheart away with relative ease.
Later…
The diminutive starburst of the Mitchell clan had her taller foe bent and in a side headlock, wrenching away on the braincase of the auburn-maned wrestler. Allison got her palms to Skye’s hips, ready for a heave but before she can manage, Mitchell raced to the ropes with Addison in tow. Ready to use the rubber-coated steel once more, Skylar leapt, her boot soles landing on the top rope. She used the springy cable to spin Allison in a 180 and lead her down to a ring-rattling conclusion, Skye landing on her perky cheeks, Allison PLANTED forehead first into the thinly-sheathed plywood. The springboard bulldog sent Addison flopping to her back, spreading in a starfish. The Lil’est Mitchell dove atop her foe in a full body pin, or as full as Skye could manage for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Allison’s right arm shoots up, lifting her shoulder. The redhead not only remained in the match, but her palm clenched around a bug-eyed Mitchell’s throat. Apparently done with fun-n-games, a fuming Allie forced Skye up in front of her, Mitchell gagging and the ref starting his count as both women reach vertical.
Allison grabbed a handful of spandex at Mitchell’s hip and launched her foe for a chokeslam but the squirmy, slippery Sweetheart freed herself, landing in front of the enraged sorority girl then armdragging the befuddled Allison across the ring to the PTK corner where Piper tagged her sister’s shoulder.
“Lemme show you how to squash a bug,” she offered a none-too-pleased Addison.
Later…
Piper had Mitchell by a wrist, roughhousing her back into the ropes. She flung little Skye to the opposite cables with an Irish Whip, the crowd getting excited as she scooted across the canvas, a purplish blur, ready for Skylar’s creative juices to flow. But when Sexton charged right behind the toss, the blonde caught Skye by surprise no more than a couple steps from the cables, lifting a knee DEEP into the gut of Mitchell, sending the impaled Skye flipping over and landing on her taut little backside.
After catching her balance, the Vegas ‘Mean Girl’ lived up to her reputation, first punting Skylar between the shoulderblades, next flattening her with a back kick to the chin and finally dropping an elbow across the throat of the shellshocked cutie for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Skye kicked her way out of the pinning predicament.
Later…
The bedraggled brunette appeared very much in need of a tag as Sexton snatched the Sweetheart in a side headlock with her left arm and proceeded to deliver some nasty right uppercuts to her chin, rocking the featherwright with each. Having shown she could brawl, Sexton followed with a hip toss, putting Skylar on a seated platter.
Piper rocketed off the cables in front of the bleary-eyed beauty and leapt knees-first at her tourney foe, riding Mitchell the short distance to the mat and CRUNCHING her into the canvas. In a pre-made schoolgirl press and with Skylar weakly squirming beneath, Piper raised her hands high and wide and counted with the ref for…
ONE…
TWO…
The series of near-falls continued as another stubborn Mitchell showed her family streak, rocking the high-riding Phi Theta off her perch.
Later…
Sexton drunk in the attention brought by swamping a second-generation superstar, even if Skye was the runt of the litter. An elbow to the crown of Skylar’s head forced the brunette to genuflect for a moment, until the Phi Theta tugged her back up. Piper dipped and ‘hupped’ the Lil’est Mitchell across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry, ready to send Mitchell off like a Frisbee with an airplane spin toss, but the agile Sweetheart ejected after a half-spin and landed in a sprint toward her corner, leaping into a tag of the rested and ready Charlie.
Dawson raced toward the startled Sexton, landing a crisp dropkick between her fellow blonde’s baby blues, flattening the bigger sorority sister. To her credit, Piper scrambled to her feet only to be met with another. Without a running start behind this effort, Dawson only managed to stagger Piper with her second shot and, when Charlie kipped to her feet Sexton was ready with a clothesline.
However, the Sweetheart was ready as well, ducking and grabbing the offered right arm. The sprightly blonde swung around her foe and caught Piper’s opposite arm in a scissors. Caught in a crucifix, the Phi Theta can’t deny Charlie her pinning attempt. Dawson used gravity to rip Sexton off her feet, planting the shoulders of the captured, squirming Sexton down for…
ONE…
TWO…
Piper’s strength overcame the nifty trap and she’s able to escape.
Later…
Both fighters are in baby blue, but there’s no confusing who has the other up in a gorilla press, a frantic Charlie high above the growling Mean Girl, shaking her head plaintively. Allison screamed at her ‘sister’ to splatter the Sweetheart against the canvas and make a grease spot out of the cutie, but before she’s able, Dawson snuck out the back door, landing behind the startled Sexton.
Charlie launched into a tuck tight to Piper’s back, knees to shoulderblades, and ripped the bigger grappler off the deck, blowing out Piper’s considerable lungs to the enormous enjoyment of the crowd. Kipping to her feet, an ebullient Dawson hit the ropes and leapt into a front flip splash across what was supposed to be Piper’s tawny tummy. Instead, Sexton got her knees up and skewered the little Sweetheart, the crowd groaning as a spasming Charlie did the same. With both women hurting, they head for opposite corners and a tag.
Not much later…
The slap of hands is matched in each corner and the women who started the match return to the fight to reach the Round of 16. Allison and Skylar charged, meeting mid-ring. An axhandle blow from the redhead misses the ducking Mitchell. Instead of continuing to the ropes, both screech to a halt, spinning on the other, each throwing half-blind superkicks.
The length of Addison’s lower limb paid dividends as her boot sole connected flush with the jaw of the Lil’est Mitchell. The family fight from the Carolina Cutie kept the featherweight vertical but the Phi Theta used it to her advantage, scooping up Skye on her hip and juggling the diminutive brunette until she dropped Skylar gut-fist across bended knee.
Tilt-a-whirl gutbuster (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsTtl-amB6g )
Mitchell is left moaning, one half of her frame on either side of the catty redhead.
“You’re child-size,” Allison growled. “So what the hell?”
Addison cupped a palm and let loose with the spanking machine, paddling the pert behind of the Sweetheart, Skye yipping in pain as she squirmed for an escape.
Later…
Allie’s airborne on the corner-bound Skylar, Piper helpful in trapping the brunette in the buckles with her arms locked around Mitchell’s elbows. The impact is fearsome for the Sweethearts’ fans as Allison buried the Carolina Cutie under Phi Theta pulchritude. The splash sent Skylar to the deck, seated, legs extended. A beaming Allison took the time to provide the fan favorite with her Brownnoser, Addison’s version of the Stinkface.
With Skye’s nose tucked tightly in Allison’s ass, the sorority sister swabbed and swished her booty into the face of the trapped Sweetheart then pogo-ed her bum into the second-generation superstar until the Lil’est Mitchell was greasy-faced and glassy-eyed.
Later…
The Queen Bee was in her element. With Charlie having made a save at two-and-a-half after a nasty Not-So-Fresh DDT from Addison to her partner, and having paid for it with a European Uppercut that left the blonde wonky, the head Phi Theta had both of America’s Sweethearts in her clutches. With a handful each of brunette and blonde locks, Allison pulled the noggin of each foe back. The Sweethearts stared blankly at each other before the spiteful sorority sister banged their coconuts together.
Skylar staggered away in a u-turn and flopped chest-first into her corner while Charlie timbered to the deck, stiff as a board. Allison placed her boot atop Dawson’s ivory-skinned tummy for the pin, but the official reminded the fiery Phi Theta, Mitchell was legal.
Later…
Having caught up with Skylar from Mitchell’s six in the Sweethearts’ corner, Allison captured both of Skye’s wrists and tugged her arms behind her. She nodded knowingly to the FAWNatics who understand some Dirty Rushing was about to take whatever starch remained in the diminutive brunette, the punting to Mitchell’s pussy mere seconds away.
But before Allison can unload, Skye, now a few feet from the buckles when Addison pulled her arms in arears, lifted her legs, leapt to the middle buckle with her left boot then to the top with her right then UP-n-OVER in a backflip with both, Skye landing behind the astonished Allison.
With the crowd cheering her on, Skylar surrounded Addison’s waist, cinching tight, and used the lessons of her family, vaulting Allison into a german suplex that PLANTED Addison on her shoulders and the back of her skull. Mitchell held on to her foe through the abbreviated backflip and bridged for the pin and the win…
ONE…
TWO…
NOOO!
The redhead kicked free out of instinct and certainly looked the worse for wear.
Not Much Later…
Skye’s perched on the middle ropes as the risen and swaying redhead struggled to understand her surroundings. Skylar launched from her station and caught Allison around the noggin on the way down, whipping Addison around and SPIKING the Phi Theta in an ungodly Skye High.
Skye High (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8eK84shq7DU )
Allison is vertical for a moment through the sheer force of the impact but takes a header an instant later.
Not even waiting for a pinning predicament, Piper, understanding what that collision meant, bolted through the ropes. She got halfway when a dropkick from the still loitering Charlie pressed the ‘eject’ button and sent Sexton out to the floor in a heap.
For a moment, Mitchell became a spectator, watching Charlie clear the runway. Meanwhile, somehow, Allison made it to her haunches and tottered from side to side.
From a couple feet away, Skye stomped her right boot into the canvas, one, two, three times then UNLOADED with Greetings From Charlotte. The superkick CRACKED home with lethal force, Skylar sending it home to the jaw of the kneeling redhead. Allison’s body followed her whiplashing head into a spreadeagle, Allie out cold.
The look on Skylar’s face said it all as she understood the so-called upset win was in the Sweethearts’ possession. She dove on the redhead in a crossbody pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!!
Allison slept through the entire set.
America’s Sweethearts drew a loud ‘AWWWWW’ from the crowd as they met center stage and hugged it out. The delightful blonde and brunette hovered over the demolished redhead claiming satisfaction from a 2016 PPV loss to the mean girls and celebrating their victory and advancement to the aptly named Sweet 16.