Post by bigfan on Oct 22, 2017 0:44:53 GMT
Having forsaken the FAWNatics after languishing in the nether regions of the lightweight ranks and having her nether regions treated like a hand puppet by Yoona Park, one could almost forgive the person who was once considered FAWN’s ultimate sub-125 athlete from turning bitter.
But taking the bull by the horns when those horns are attached to the beloved dimples of Chloe Fields will get you an unsurprising lack of forgiveness and when Lady Gaga’s ‘Applause’ crashes through the arena, the assembled give one Dominique Daly anything but what she normally craves.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pco91kroVgQ )
The fans boo their hearts and lungs out for the Mite’s attack on their sweetheart, a post-match backstab when the Pac Rim beauty couldn’t get the job done in the ring during a tag confrontation.
The exotic, little former gymnast bounces out to center stage, the multitude’s volume only growing in its renewed hate of the resentful veteran, the leader of the significantly reduced numbers of Domi-Nation appearing with the first verse of her entrance accompaniment.
DOMINIQUE DALY:
The vertically challenged hardbody is decked out in a gleaming gold leotard dusted with tiny stars in red, white and blue. Strategic rips reveal several swatches of Daly’s trim midriff, her chiseled tummy matching the perfectly-sculptured shoulders, arms and thighs. The look is complete with matching gold tape on her wrists and ankles, chalk powder on her palms and the soles of her bare feet.
Daly throws her head back, cups her hands around her mouth and shouts “HIT IT!”
The lights turn strobe, flickering on and off so fast that even the most attentive fans can’t follow all of the effortlessly intricate series of tumbles, handsprings, flips and cartwheels that take the exotic brunette down the ramp. Tracking her is made all the more difficult by the thunderous trail of gold pyro that accompany her journey from one end of the aisle to the other.
When the lights regain their equilibrium Daly is on the top turnbuckle. She seems filled with electricity from the jeers she had long lived with and now embraced again if it meant reviving a moribund career.
Dominique throws her hands overhead in a ‘V’ and launches heavenward before spiraling into a descent that plants her in the center of the ring as the ring announcer initiates his introduction, Gaga going bye-bye.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit and is for the FAWN Lightweight Title. First, hailing from Portland, Oregon, she stands five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twelve pounds. She is the ORIGINAL Mighty Mite…DOMINIQUE DALY!”
The crowd’s chance to exhibit their disgust with Domi is cut short when Daly grabs the stick and shoos the announcer away.
“Shut your mouths and know my gold,” Daly shouts. “You people wouldn’t know an athlete if I came out there and kicked you in the ass. But you know who will? That cartoon of a woman, Strawberry. You love that bytch because she’s not real.”
The crowd seeks to assure Daly that’s untrue, but she ignores and continues.
“But what’s going to be more real than you or Fields is going to be able to swallow is the hurt I’m going to put on her and every other lightweight that thought I was a toy, a joke, someone to be used and put away wet or otherwise. Tonight. I’m gold.”
Ignoring the hate filling the arena, Domi tosses the microphone back to its owner, pops to a handstand and “walks” to her corner, finally flipping to her feet and settling into an expectant crouch for the arrival of the plastic fantastic champion.
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.
Instead of bouncing out from backstage, the tawny wisp of a woman; big dark doe eyes, recently darkened mane pulled in a ponytail and cherubic girlish features, sprints down the ramp. Passing on her usual interplay with the crowd, the seemingly steaming Chloe races down the aisle.
Noticeably absent is her bestest buddy, Straw Beary, as the diminutive Upstart races to the ring and around it.
CHLOE ‘STRAWBERRY’ FIELDS:
Perhaps guessing he has little time to get his introduction in , the announcer quickly blurts out “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.”
Daly shows a hint of reticence at how fired up the Upstart appears. While Chloe’s dressed in her standard pink and black ruffled two piece with mini-skirt bottoms, her otherwise bare midriff covered by FAWN’s Lightweight Championship belt, her demeanor is anything but the usual.
Fields slides in under the bottom rope and Domi moves to attack, but pulls up short when Strawberry hops to her feet, unstraps her belt, and wields it as a weapon, the crowd going nuts.
“Come on,” Chloe demands. “Just try it. I’ve been nice with you, but gosh darn it, you just don’t deserve it.”
The Mite raises her hands, palms pushed forward, and begs off, retreating to her corner while Chloe snorts angrily. Fields lowers her golden accessory and delivers it to the official, who raises the belt high to show it’s up for grabs.
Domi can’t keep her almond-shaped eyes off the validation that had escaped her these many years. She points at the belt with an index finger then tugs her thumb to herself.
Chloe scrunches her nose adorably, shaking her head.
“No way,” she insists, keeping her reply short and less sweet than usual.
The ref carries the title to an attendant and hands the accolade over, Daly still mesmerized by the gilded belt, at least until the tolling of the bell brings the title match to order.
The two ultra lightweights take off at the bell, circling faster than most in FAWN could sprint in a straight line. Ponytails bouncing as both tighten the circle into striking distance, reaching out Domi grabs Chloe’s wrist and yanks her forward armdraging the champ over. Chloe somersaults in mid air, when she hits it barely makes a sound as she rolls through up to her feet and spins to catch Daly coming in. Fields hooks the Mite under the arm flipping her over as Chloe falls backwards as well.
The brunettes scramble to vertical in an instance, Dominique again grabbing Chloe’s wrist and pulls the Champ into a standing hammerlock. The pause is a short one, Fields ducks down twisting her hips and spinning into a reversal of the hammerlock, Domi stomps a bare foot down in anger and slaps her shoulder to keep the blood flowing down the trapped limb. The former gymnast twirls in her own escape or reversal attempt, but Chloe moves with her and ends up with an arm wringer.
The Golden Mite cartwheels using just her free hand and comes over with Chloe trapped in an arm wringer and yanks on the champ’s slender limb, cracking the whip. The Upstart cries out in pain as she drops to her knees, Domi isn’t going to let the other brunette stay there, pulling her back up to her boots Daly whips her towards the rope.
Chloe turns throwing herself into the ropes, Domi followed her in leaping and throws her legs up nailing the champ with a leg lariat before Fields takes her third step. Daly’s thigh caught Chloe in the face and the Upstart rocks on the canvas hands over her pretty face. Domi spins up to one knee and slowly a sadistic grin crosses her face as she looks down on the champ. The referee starts to move to check on Chloe, but the Mite gets in the way saying, “She’s fine, it’s just sinking in that her title is coming home with me.”
The challenger reaches down wrapping Chloe’s ponytail around her left hand pulling the Upstart back up. The booing crowd changes instantly as does Domi’s grin, Chloe lets out a little battle cry and palm strikes the Mite in the stomach, then over and over Fields throws palm strike after strike into the veteran’s washboard tummy. Chloe yells with each strike, “YAY!”
The Strawberry fury continues as she kicks Dominique in each thigh and then spins driving the bottom of her boot into Domi’s navel. The Mite doesn’t go down after the barrage, but she leans over her face pinched in pain and hands on her knees as each breath is now an exercise in pain. Strawberry takes the opportunity to lock a side headlock on Daly, the champ tows Domi along and leaps on to the middle strand. Chloe kicks off spinning around and pulls the Mite down head first into the canvas with a springboard Bulldog.
The Upstart lands on her backside sitting beside the stunned challenger, Chloe has a blank look for a moment, but then the clouds seem to part. Fields turns over to all fours and puts her noggin into Domi’s ribs and nudges her over to her back and hooks a leg.
ONE…
TWNO!
It was much too early for a possible pinfall, but Chloe had to try, after kicking out Domi rolls towards the ropes grabbing on to the bottom strand.
Strawberry gets to her feet before Domi reaches the ropes, but she’s too far way to prevent the Mite from taking hold of the cable. The Golden Mite doesn’t linger long at the ropes, but it does allow her to get to her feet without having to fend off Chloe. The Upstart obeying the rules waits for Domi to join her in the center of the ring, and the challenger raises her arms offering a lock up as she closes. Strawberry raises her arms to meet Domi’s, but the re-turned heel launches a kick catching Fields in her flat tummy. When the champ doubles over from the foot to the gut Domi quickly brings a knee lift up into the other brunette’s chest knocking her flat on her back.
Domi doesn’t grin this time, she’s focused on punishing the spunky Upstart. Daly backs up just a few steps and then launches herself forward in a mid air somersault, the challenger extends her legs before landing so they crash down across Chloe’s chest and tummy. The Flipping Legdrop crushes Strawberry’s slight body, and the Mite grabs on to the champ’s legs as they jackknife off the canvas and holds her for a pin.
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
Domi gets up in the referee’s face and claps her hands three times asking, “How hard is that?”
Daly shakes her head in disgust.
“Just like a Romanian judge on the floor routine,” the former gymnast mumbles. “I had a ten then, I had a three now, damn it.”
The plucky Upstart rolls up to hands and knees while Dominique fails to persuade the official of her case and the movement doesn’t fail to catch the Portland native’s eye. She claims a handful of Chloe’s dark pony and uses it as a handle to tug the champion to her feet. Shifting Fields to her side and wrapping her second set of fingers in the tail, Daly hairmares Chloe to a rough seat on her pert little cheeks. A growling Domi yanks her up again and repeats the process, Chloe wincing as she bruises her tailbone with the second landing. Again, the Mite pulls her foe up and whips her over in a front flip, Strawberry yipping in pain, her glutes likely going black-and-blue under the pink frills from the abuse.
Satisfied with the three-spot, Daly takes a solo tour around the ring, ranting at those in the front rows as she makes her rounds.
“Where’s the damn applause people?” she asks. “I’m ridding you of this joke champion. I’m going to make the lightweight title second in line again. Hell. FIRST!”
As Daly turns back to her opponent, she sees the tawny-skinned Floridian wobbling to her feet and the dimpled cutie is like a red cape to a bull. The Mite sprints at the dazed titleholder and vaults into a front flip over the dipped Chloe’s right shoulder, Daly snatching Fields’ head as she flies by and WHIPPING her foe to the canvas with a wicked front flip neckbreaker.
Front flip neckbreaker
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zygcKJ9cMNE)
Strawberry is RIPPED off her feet and SPIKED head first into the canvas, the FAWNatics groaning in sympathy as the Upstart shudders face down and possibly knocked cold.
Dominique scrambles to a kneeling position next to the champ and shoves Chloe to her back, Fields’ body flopping out in a wide starfish. Domi presses her palms atop pert chest and gulping, tanned tummy for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Daly is aghast. Not at the referee this time, but at the fact the little wimp who is clearly anything but in surviving that killshot. Admitting, Fields actually rolled a shoulder up when there was no way she should have, Daly can only stare into space while the previously deflated crowd roars to life.
“CHLO-EEE. CHLO-EEE!”
The chant grows as a frustrated Daly tugs the bearless wonder to her feet, Fields only remaining there because she’s able to lean heavily into her challenger.
“This is the difference between an athlete and a performer, bytch,” Domi informs.
Chloe’s fellow ponytailed brunette, dips an arm between Fields’ quivering stems and scoops her foe. She spins and places the Upstart on her right shoulder for a moment. Strawberry squirms to life but she can’t stop Daly from SLAMMING her flyweighty colleague to the canvas with authority.
The crowd jeers as a beaming Domi raises her arms high in a ‘V’ and strides to the nearby buckles, shooting to the top in a single leap and turning to gaze upon the splattered champion.
Turned inward, the FAWNatics feel a hint of relief, knowing Daly’s not going to Stick the Dismount with this launch, but shoot skyward she does, going stratospheric, bringing back thoughts of Shea London in her prime.
At the apex of her leap, Dominique’s diminutive but sinewy frame collapses into a tuck and explodes outward, Daly getting froggy with the gobsmacked Upstart. She plummets toward her target, the open golden midriff of the titleholder, Domi ready to SPLASH Strawberry…until Chloe pulls into a tuck of her own and offers the wide-eyed Daly two bony kneecaps to land on.
Gutted by her misguided maneuver, Daly retches as she rolls away from the brutal collision. The former gymnast ends on her back, hugging her chiseled belly, even her incredible abs unable to save her from a fall of that height. While Domi gasps for air, a rhythmic clap starts to put Fields in motion, the Upstart responding to the love in the air like only the dimpled once can.
Glazed with sweat, Strawberry looks energized. She moves to Daly and grabs a wrist and shoulder, ‘helping’ her challenger up and forcing Dominique’s back into the ropes.
“I worked hard to get this honor,” Fields assures. “And I won’t be giving it up to an awful meanie like you.”
Chloe heaves Daly away with an Irish Whip and as Domi turns her back into the buckles, the Upstart races toward her. The recently minted brunette leaps and pirouettes in the former gymnast’s path and Daly can’t help but have her noggin nearly removed from her shoulders when Chloe headhunts with a perfectly executed Spinning Heel Kick.
Spinning Heel Kick
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mg5nZ3wne3U )
Fields kips to her feet, the crowd’s ovation unrestrained as she waves gleefully, passing on an open pinning possibility. Instead, she draws the dazed Domi up and aims the former gymnast to a nearby corner. The champ flings Daly in from short range, Domi with no time to turn, takes the impact chest first.
Stumbling blindly in a backpedal, Domi finds Fields after no more than a step and a steamed Chloe grabs Daly by her pony and introduces the Mite’s features into the top buckle, one, two, three times.
Pressing the wobbly challenger’s chest tight to the corner after the buckle smashes, Chloe leaps to the middle ropes, a boot on either side of the buckles. Daly’s arms suddenly coil around Chloe’s thighs as the former redhead wraps her slender but potent stems tight to Daly’s temples. With something devastating in mind, the Mighty Mite climbs to the middle ropes with Fields in the electric chair position atop her. But before Domi’s devious mind can drop into full gear, Chloe throws her bodyweight into a backflip and SPLATTERS Daly to the deck with an amazing reverse hurricarana.
Reverse Hurricarana
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1195eVCHoP4 )
The maneuver sends the former gymnast pancaking to the deck, landing on her face and chest. Daly somehow uses the momentum to rise, zombie-like, to her feet. She takes a step toward a rising Fields before dropping to her knees then flopping to her face, the initial impact quickly catching up with the Pac Rim beauty.
This time the doe-eyed grappler shovels Domi to her back and dives atop her challenger, pressing tight with a crossbody pin, Fields adding a cradle of Daly’s limp far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Dominique’s full body spasm shakes her free of the Upstart’s pin and win and Daly flops to her side, drawing in deep breaths while, beside her, a glowing Chloe snaps her fingers with an ‘aw shucks’ and hops to her shoe leather. She moves to the nearest set of ropes and leans over, leading the adoring crowd in a rhythmic clap, Fields and the FAWNatics pumping each other up. Behind, Daly’s almond-shaped eyes cross as she manages to push up and tries to shake her attic free of cobwebs.
Chloe returns her attention on time, turning and digging a toe kick into Daly’s rock-hard abs. The impact bends Domi enough for the limber Strawberry to lift her right leg and lay the back of it over the challenger’s neck. Hopping off her grounded foot, the Upstart DRIVES Domi’s exotic features into the deck with a brutal Ace Crusher.
Ace Crusher
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jaj4g8NbbhY )
The impact sends Daly flopping to her back in a spreadeagle, Chloe nearby on her backside, appearing torn whether to jump on her flattened foe or go for something BIG.
The Upstart selects the latter, going big to try and finish of the mite once and for all. Chloe pushes up to her feet, trotting over to the nearest corner and hops to the middle strand and bounces to the top turnbuckle. Facing out towards the crowd Strawberry pirouettes around to face in the ring and raises her arms preparing to throw herself into the void.
The FAWNatics screaming encouragement and support for the champ go silent as Chloe springs into the air flipping over as she heads towards the still flattened Domi. The Golden Mite springs to life rolling away, she does so too soon though and Fields adjusts in air and lands on her boots. The champ nails the landing, Daly glaring as she was hoping for a crash landing. The Upstart turns walking down the other brunette as Domi booty scoots backwards trying to buy more time.
The retreating Mite reaches the ropes before Chloe can reach her and the referee steps in backing Fields off. Domi grins and rolls out of the ring, Strawberry points a finger at the challenger, “OOOH! She can’t do that, AAAH…UMMM…OOOH…”
Chloe stuttering at the end as her frustration can’t find words. Outside the ring Domi strolls along the security railing tugging her leotard over her buttocks as she watches the champ out of the corner of her eye. The referee orders Fields to stay in place as he goes to start counting the challenger out. Daly waits until she’s nearly completed a lap of the ring and then rolls into the ring and right back out. Chloe who only took a single step towards the Mite shouts in frustration, “AAOOH”
The FAWNatics boo as Dominique brings the energetic match to a screeching halt. The referee restarts the count giving Daly more time, the former gymnast doesn’t seem to be buying the time to recover as much as she’s doing it to infuriate the crowd and her opponent. As the end of the second count nears Domi heads towards the ring again, this time Chloe starts forward to meet her. The FAWNatics cry out warnings to the champ, but Daly springs into action too quickly. Daly reaches up cupping the back of Chloe’s head with both hands and drops down pulling the Upstart’s throat down across the top strand.
When Dominique hits the floor Chloe is flying backwards and lands hard on her back, her hands clutching at her throat as she writhes in pain. The wicked grin takes over Domi’s features as she hops up on to the ring apron and rolls under the bottom rope. The once again heel strolls to the other brunette picking up Chloe’s ankles holding them in a loose V, the referee pipes up, “Come on Domi, keep it clean!”
Without an answer Dominique dives her bare foot into the champ’s tummy, just above the waistband of her pink skirt and enjoys the pain cry escaping Fields as she tosses her legs aside. Domi stares down the referee, but again says nothing as she moves around to Chloe’s head and reaches down for the frazzled ponytail to lift the Upstart back up to her boots. The use of the hair draws another warning from the referee, but Domi knows she’s still safe inside limits of a DQ. Leading the Upstart towards the nearest set of turnbuckles Daly slams Chloe’s head into the padded steel of the top turnbuckle before she turns her around leaning her against the useful pads.
“Come on Domi, out of the corner!” The referee voicing the fans frustration, but the Mite steps back and then turns chopping the champ’s modest orbs under the pink top. Chloe pulls her arms in too late as she groans in pain, Domi turns running to mid ring and u-turns. The former Olympian contender cartwheels and then back flips coming up right in front of Strawberry and pastes an open hand slap across the girl’s left cheek. Daly laughing now grabs the back of Chloe’s head and tosses her out of the corner on to her back. The FAWNatics start the “CHLO-EEE!” chant again trying to spur the Upstart into a comeback.
Daly sneers at the attempt as she now hops on to the middle strands and takes a seat on the top turnbuckle. Lining herself up Domi leaps out of the corner and drives her padded knee into Chloe’s forehead. The Knee drop has stars exploding in the champ’s doe like eyes as she flops several times before Dominique crawls over putting her weight down on Chloe to hold her steady.
ONE..
TWO..
THRNOTYET!
Strawberry isn’t going that easy, Dominique had been a bit lazy not hooking a leg and the champ is able to kick out. Again the lack of the final count has Domi glaring at the referee, words are exchanged, most of which would have been bleeped if FAWN did such things on telecasts.
The Golden Mite brushes a few stray hairs from her face and turns back to Chloe grabbing her ankles and spins her around to a position near the corner again. The FAWNatics can tell Domi has a top rope move planned from the way she set up Strawberry, so it’s no surprise as she climbs out on to the apron and starts scaling the turnbuckles from the outside. Domi is just about to rise to her full height when she hears the crowd roar, concerned she quickly looks up and sees Chloe scaling the turnbuckles from the inside. Panic sets in as she cries out, but Chloe is up on the top turnbuckle at the same time as the Mite.
Chloe leaps throwing her legs up and catching Domi by the noggin before she flips backwards and pulls the Mite off the perch with an Avalanche Frankensteiner.
AVALANCHE FRANKENSTEINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9IWh_opvGM
Chloe lands near the corner, but Domi is tossed nearly to mid ring and bounces/rolls several more feet before coming to a stop. Both women are down and the crowd begins chanting both…
“HOLY SHIT!” and “CHLO-EEE!”
Tumbling through the air is Dominique’s stock and trade, but the forced flip from Strawberry has Daly in a bad way. The Pac Rim brunette seems determined to rise, but for all her best efforts, she can’t seem to make it beyond hands and knees. Meanwhile, an energized lightweight champion kips to her feet and pumps her right fist into the air, stirring the hearts of the FAWNatics even further.
Sprinting at the dazed Daly, Fields surprises the crowd when she leaps over the challenger instead of nailing her increasingly bitter rival. Instead, Chloe lands and rises up the corner opposite her rana, finding a seat on the top buckle while the bewildered Mite struggles to her feet, blissfully unaware of the poised and dimpled destructive force behind her.
Reaching vertical, the diminutive Domi scans the canvas for her foe and finds emptiness. A split-second later, she feels hands around her collar and knees jammed into her shoulderblades. In another split of that second, Daly’s bare feet are RIPPED off the canvas as Chloe completes her signature Strawberry Jam, rattling the core of the shellshocked Mite.
Strawberry Jam (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bni0ISoO7UA )
It takes Fields a moment to gather herself from the wild ride and flatten her frame to the challenger’s, Chloe hooking her foe’s far leg and rolling her into a tight cradle for a memorable Mania defense with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
The former gymnast thrusts her pelvis, her abbreviated legs flying high to help spring her shoulders off the mat before the final, fateful slap. Domi spills on to her side while a wide-eyed Chloe lies in a state of disbelief, staring blankly into the crowd. The FAWNatics don’t let their girl stay there long, chanting her name and bring a cheeky grin to the de-stupefied Upstart.
Fields pushes to a handstand and ‘walks’ several feet from the demolished challenger, some in the crowd chuckling over Strawberry pilfering one of Dominique’s go-to techniques. Chloe drops to her boot soles and gives Daly the once over. The audience pleads with Chloe to keep on her foe and Fields obliges when Domi reaches all fours.
Racing forward, the acrobatic featherweight leaps above Daly, throwing her body into a simple but effective senton that CRUSHES Domi face and chest-first into the thinly-sheathed plywood. Chloe ‘half-kips’ up and slams down again and ‘half-kips’ and down, finishing with a half dozen that leaves Daly akin to an exotic little grease spot beneath her.
Feeling feisty, Chloe kips all the way and points down at Domi.
“YOU…DESERVE…THIS.”
The crowd instantly picks up the chant, the words booming throughout the Mania masses.
Chloe shovels the former gymnast over with a boot under the ribs and backs the few steps to the corner behind her. Blindly, she climbs again, ready to treat the FAWNatics to another ‘big stage’ moment that now seems to suit her so. The assembled can sense the continued blossoming of their heroine as she reaches a standing perch on the top buckle, looking down on the splayed, spandex-encased Mite as her crash pad.
Strawberry launches high into the Orlando sky, Fields tucking tight at her highest point, but there is no explosion outward, no getting froggie this time. Instead, Chloe plummets still fashioned into a Strawberry cannonball.
The crowd seems to hold their collective breath and is rewarded when Fields’ knees slam into the flat, chiseled tummy of the former gymnast. No amount of crunches can deny the kneecaps that gut the challenger, Domi bug-eyed, breath bursting from between pursed lips, jackknifes around the impaling impact.
Chloe bounces off the dark-haired, ponytailed grappler, landing on her haunches no more than a foot from the ruined Daly. Doe eyes flashing with excitement, she covers her foe in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The crowd screams ‘THREE’ and Chloe sees and feels Daly’s shoulders remain flat to the mat. She leaps to her feet, pumping a fist. This is her Mania Moment!
Until she hears groans from the crowd and turns to see the official holding two fingers aloft with one hand and pointing at Domi’s extended, muscular stem lying atop the bottom rope with the other.
Chloe’s palms shoot toward her noggin, slapping against her forehead in amazement. A soft “no” is all she can squeak.
The referee shrugs. “She got it there.”
While the shock wears off the titleholder, Dominique adds a palm around the cable and yanks herself under the saving strand. There the Mite remains, lying on the apron, a tempting target for Fields who’s regained her composure and concentration, ready to finish Daly for good.
Strawberry strides purposefully to the challenger and slips her upper half between the top and middle ropes. No longer afraid to use Domi’s ponytail as a handle, Chloe sinks fingers into the dark strands and pulls a flaccid Daly to her knees. With the rest of Domi, a set of claws rise and scrape across the beautiful brown peepers of the lightweight champ.
Strawberry shrieks in pain, instantly letting Domi loose and pulling back from between the cables. The flustered Fields rubs furiously at her eyes, blinded to the Mite’s rise on the outside. Daly snatches the top rope with both hands, leaps to the top cable, and springboards toward the sightless champ. She catches Chloe’s braincase on the front flip over her foe’s shoulder and PLANTS the back of the Upstart’s skull into the deck with a takeoff on her signature Daly Double.
Daly Double (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8aGoxWk4MS0 )
A silenced arena watches Fields writhe on the canvas, cradling her throbbing noggin, her boot sloes pattering against the canvas. But perhaps worst of all, they notice Chloe is situated in front of the set of buckles she’d so gleefully used to bring Daly within the brink of defeat.
Daly, a second wind blowing hard, is up them in an instant and stares out into the apprehensive throngs. There’s no showing off this time, only a deadly precise, stratosphere-scraping moonsault, Dominique STICKING her dismount in Chloe’s tawny tummy in even what her haters would call a perfect ten. The bare feet of the challenger expunge every bit of breath, Fields’ frame spasming to a ‘V’ shape around the impact before she fades back to the deck.
In the blink of an eye, Domi throws those feet out in front of her, landing in a senton across the same demolished abdominals. Already atop the gasping champion, her back across Chloe’s midriff, Domi scoops both Upstart legs behind the knee and rolls a deflated Chloe into a tight ball, Strawberry stacked on her shoulders for…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEE!
The FAWNatics moan when Chloe remains motionless in Domi’s control throughout the count. Hearing the bell, an exhausted elated Daly lets loose Chloe’s stems and they flop lifelessly to the canvas.
Domi raises her hands above her head as Fields squirms beneath her, Chloe rolling to her side far too late, hugging her breadbasket tightly and sobbing softly.
The emotion is contrasted by the exultation of Domi who pushes wearily to her feet, wincing, but quickly thereafter enjoying the spoils of successful warfare, clutching the lightweight gold away from the official, and enjoying ever last syllable of the announcement “Your winner and NEEEEEEEWWWWW Lightweight Champion…DOMINIQUE DALY.”
Always a bridesmaid or not even invited to the wedding in many recent years of the lightweight ladder, Daly raises the gold belt signifying she is the best…THE BEST…at 125 and under.
She lets the annoyed FAWNatics know this little tidbit in expressive terms as she hops around the ring, clutching her gold close, sending a stomp to a rising Fields that sends the former champion face down to the canvas.
“STAY THERE!” Domi demands. “This is the time for an athlete to celebrate with her reward!”
Chloe complies, though more out of her forehead striking the mat again than any thoughtful subservience.
Domi snatches a microphone from a loitering attendant on the apron.
“You people can keep your applause. What I REALLY wanted is in my hands. GOLD! And I’m going to keep it until you forget who the champ was before me!”
Domi tosses the stick aside and mounts a corner, lifting the belt with both hands, the irrefutable proof she is not only the best athlete but the best wrestler at FAWNAMANIA plain to see
But taking the bull by the horns when those horns are attached to the beloved dimples of Chloe Fields will get you an unsurprising lack of forgiveness and when Lady Gaga’s ‘Applause’ crashes through the arena, the assembled give one Dominique Daly anything but what she normally craves.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pco91kroVgQ )
The fans boo their hearts and lungs out for the Mite’s attack on their sweetheart, a post-match backstab when the Pac Rim beauty couldn’t get the job done in the ring during a tag confrontation.
The exotic, little former gymnast bounces out to center stage, the multitude’s volume only growing in its renewed hate of the resentful veteran, the leader of the significantly reduced numbers of Domi-Nation appearing with the first verse of her entrance accompaniment.
DOMINIQUE DALY:
The vertically challenged hardbody is decked out in a gleaming gold leotard dusted with tiny stars in red, white and blue. Strategic rips reveal several swatches of Daly’s trim midriff, her chiseled tummy matching the perfectly-sculptured shoulders, arms and thighs. The look is complete with matching gold tape on her wrists and ankles, chalk powder on her palms and the soles of her bare feet.
Daly throws her head back, cups her hands around her mouth and shouts “HIT IT!”
The lights turn strobe, flickering on and off so fast that even the most attentive fans can’t follow all of the effortlessly intricate series of tumbles, handsprings, flips and cartwheels that take the exotic brunette down the ramp. Tracking her is made all the more difficult by the thunderous trail of gold pyro that accompany her journey from one end of the aisle to the other.
When the lights regain their equilibrium Daly is on the top turnbuckle. She seems filled with electricity from the jeers she had long lived with and now embraced again if it meant reviving a moribund career.
Dominique throws her hands overhead in a ‘V’ and launches heavenward before spiraling into a descent that plants her in the center of the ring as the ring announcer initiates his introduction, Gaga going bye-bye.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit and is for the FAWN Lightweight Title. First, hailing from Portland, Oregon, she stands five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twelve pounds. She is the ORIGINAL Mighty Mite…DOMINIQUE DALY!”
The crowd’s chance to exhibit their disgust with Domi is cut short when Daly grabs the stick and shoos the announcer away.
“Shut your mouths and know my gold,” Daly shouts. “You people wouldn’t know an athlete if I came out there and kicked you in the ass. But you know who will? That cartoon of a woman, Strawberry. You love that bytch because she’s not real.”
The crowd seeks to assure Daly that’s untrue, but she ignores and continues.
“But what’s going to be more real than you or Fields is going to be able to swallow is the hurt I’m going to put on her and every other lightweight that thought I was a toy, a joke, someone to be used and put away wet or otherwise. Tonight. I’m gold.”
Ignoring the hate filling the arena, Domi tosses the microphone back to its owner, pops to a handstand and “walks” to her corner, finally flipping to her feet and settling into an expectant crouch for the arrival of the plastic fantastic champion.
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.
Instead of bouncing out from backstage, the tawny wisp of a woman; big dark doe eyes, recently darkened mane pulled in a ponytail and cherubic girlish features, sprints down the ramp. Passing on her usual interplay with the crowd, the seemingly steaming Chloe races down the aisle.
Noticeably absent is her bestest buddy, Straw Beary, as the diminutive Upstart races to the ring and around it.
CHLOE ‘STRAWBERRY’ FIELDS:
Perhaps guessing he has little time to get his introduction in , the announcer quickly blurts out “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.”
Daly shows a hint of reticence at how fired up the Upstart appears. While Chloe’s dressed in her standard pink and black ruffled two piece with mini-skirt bottoms, her otherwise bare midriff covered by FAWN’s Lightweight Championship belt, her demeanor is anything but the usual.
Fields slides in under the bottom rope and Domi moves to attack, but pulls up short when Strawberry hops to her feet, unstraps her belt, and wields it as a weapon, the crowd going nuts.
“Come on,” Chloe demands. “Just try it. I’ve been nice with you, but gosh darn it, you just don’t deserve it.”
The Mite raises her hands, palms pushed forward, and begs off, retreating to her corner while Chloe snorts angrily. Fields lowers her golden accessory and delivers it to the official, who raises the belt high to show it’s up for grabs.
Domi can’t keep her almond-shaped eyes off the validation that had escaped her these many years. She points at the belt with an index finger then tugs her thumb to herself.
Chloe scrunches her nose adorably, shaking her head.
“No way,” she insists, keeping her reply short and less sweet than usual.
The ref carries the title to an attendant and hands the accolade over, Daly still mesmerized by the gilded belt, at least until the tolling of the bell brings the title match to order.
The two ultra lightweights take off at the bell, circling faster than most in FAWN could sprint in a straight line. Ponytails bouncing as both tighten the circle into striking distance, reaching out Domi grabs Chloe’s wrist and yanks her forward armdraging the champ over. Chloe somersaults in mid air, when she hits it barely makes a sound as she rolls through up to her feet and spins to catch Daly coming in. Fields hooks the Mite under the arm flipping her over as Chloe falls backwards as well.
The brunettes scramble to vertical in an instance, Dominique again grabbing Chloe’s wrist and pulls the Champ into a standing hammerlock. The pause is a short one, Fields ducks down twisting her hips and spinning into a reversal of the hammerlock, Domi stomps a bare foot down in anger and slaps her shoulder to keep the blood flowing down the trapped limb. The former gymnast twirls in her own escape or reversal attempt, but Chloe moves with her and ends up with an arm wringer.
The Golden Mite cartwheels using just her free hand and comes over with Chloe trapped in an arm wringer and yanks on the champ’s slender limb, cracking the whip. The Upstart cries out in pain as she drops to her knees, Domi isn’t going to let the other brunette stay there, pulling her back up to her boots Daly whips her towards the rope.
Chloe turns throwing herself into the ropes, Domi followed her in leaping and throws her legs up nailing the champ with a leg lariat before Fields takes her third step. Daly’s thigh caught Chloe in the face and the Upstart rocks on the canvas hands over her pretty face. Domi spins up to one knee and slowly a sadistic grin crosses her face as she looks down on the champ. The referee starts to move to check on Chloe, but the Mite gets in the way saying, “She’s fine, it’s just sinking in that her title is coming home with me.”
The challenger reaches down wrapping Chloe’s ponytail around her left hand pulling the Upstart back up. The booing crowd changes instantly as does Domi’s grin, Chloe lets out a little battle cry and palm strikes the Mite in the stomach, then over and over Fields throws palm strike after strike into the veteran’s washboard tummy. Chloe yells with each strike, “YAY!”
The Strawberry fury continues as she kicks Dominique in each thigh and then spins driving the bottom of her boot into Domi’s navel. The Mite doesn’t go down after the barrage, but she leans over her face pinched in pain and hands on her knees as each breath is now an exercise in pain. Strawberry takes the opportunity to lock a side headlock on Daly, the champ tows Domi along and leaps on to the middle strand. Chloe kicks off spinning around and pulls the Mite down head first into the canvas with a springboard Bulldog.
The Upstart lands on her backside sitting beside the stunned challenger, Chloe has a blank look for a moment, but then the clouds seem to part. Fields turns over to all fours and puts her noggin into Domi’s ribs and nudges her over to her back and hooks a leg.
ONE…
TWNO!
It was much too early for a possible pinfall, but Chloe had to try, after kicking out Domi rolls towards the ropes grabbing on to the bottom strand.
Strawberry gets to her feet before Domi reaches the ropes, but she’s too far way to prevent the Mite from taking hold of the cable. The Golden Mite doesn’t linger long at the ropes, but it does allow her to get to her feet without having to fend off Chloe. The Upstart obeying the rules waits for Domi to join her in the center of the ring, and the challenger raises her arms offering a lock up as she closes. Strawberry raises her arms to meet Domi’s, but the re-turned heel launches a kick catching Fields in her flat tummy. When the champ doubles over from the foot to the gut Domi quickly brings a knee lift up into the other brunette’s chest knocking her flat on her back.
Domi doesn’t grin this time, she’s focused on punishing the spunky Upstart. Daly backs up just a few steps and then launches herself forward in a mid air somersault, the challenger extends her legs before landing so they crash down across Chloe’s chest and tummy. The Flipping Legdrop crushes Strawberry’s slight body, and the Mite grabs on to the champ’s legs as they jackknife off the canvas and holds her for a pin.
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
Domi gets up in the referee’s face and claps her hands three times asking, “How hard is that?”
Daly shakes her head in disgust.
“Just like a Romanian judge on the floor routine,” the former gymnast mumbles. “I had a ten then, I had a three now, damn it.”
The plucky Upstart rolls up to hands and knees while Dominique fails to persuade the official of her case and the movement doesn’t fail to catch the Portland native’s eye. She claims a handful of Chloe’s dark pony and uses it as a handle to tug the champion to her feet. Shifting Fields to her side and wrapping her second set of fingers in the tail, Daly hairmares Chloe to a rough seat on her pert little cheeks. A growling Domi yanks her up again and repeats the process, Chloe wincing as she bruises her tailbone with the second landing. Again, the Mite pulls her foe up and whips her over in a front flip, Strawberry yipping in pain, her glutes likely going black-and-blue under the pink frills from the abuse.
Satisfied with the three-spot, Daly takes a solo tour around the ring, ranting at those in the front rows as she makes her rounds.
“Where’s the damn applause people?” she asks. “I’m ridding you of this joke champion. I’m going to make the lightweight title second in line again. Hell. FIRST!”
As Daly turns back to her opponent, she sees the tawny-skinned Floridian wobbling to her feet and the dimpled cutie is like a red cape to a bull. The Mite sprints at the dazed titleholder and vaults into a front flip over the dipped Chloe’s right shoulder, Daly snatching Fields’ head as she flies by and WHIPPING her foe to the canvas with a wicked front flip neckbreaker.
Front flip neckbreaker
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zygcKJ9cMNE)
Strawberry is RIPPED off her feet and SPIKED head first into the canvas, the FAWNatics groaning in sympathy as the Upstart shudders face down and possibly knocked cold.
Dominique scrambles to a kneeling position next to the champ and shoves Chloe to her back, Fields’ body flopping out in a wide starfish. Domi presses her palms atop pert chest and gulping, tanned tummy for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Daly is aghast. Not at the referee this time, but at the fact the little wimp who is clearly anything but in surviving that killshot. Admitting, Fields actually rolled a shoulder up when there was no way she should have, Daly can only stare into space while the previously deflated crowd roars to life.
“CHLO-EEE. CHLO-EEE!”
The chant grows as a frustrated Daly tugs the bearless wonder to her feet, Fields only remaining there because she’s able to lean heavily into her challenger.
“This is the difference between an athlete and a performer, bytch,” Domi informs.
Chloe’s fellow ponytailed brunette, dips an arm between Fields’ quivering stems and scoops her foe. She spins and places the Upstart on her right shoulder for a moment. Strawberry squirms to life but she can’t stop Daly from SLAMMING her flyweighty colleague to the canvas with authority.
The crowd jeers as a beaming Domi raises her arms high in a ‘V’ and strides to the nearby buckles, shooting to the top in a single leap and turning to gaze upon the splattered champion.
Turned inward, the FAWNatics feel a hint of relief, knowing Daly’s not going to Stick the Dismount with this launch, but shoot skyward she does, going stratospheric, bringing back thoughts of Shea London in her prime.
At the apex of her leap, Dominique’s diminutive but sinewy frame collapses into a tuck and explodes outward, Daly getting froggy with the gobsmacked Upstart. She plummets toward her target, the open golden midriff of the titleholder, Domi ready to SPLASH Strawberry…until Chloe pulls into a tuck of her own and offers the wide-eyed Daly two bony kneecaps to land on.
Gutted by her misguided maneuver, Daly retches as she rolls away from the brutal collision. The former gymnast ends on her back, hugging her chiseled belly, even her incredible abs unable to save her from a fall of that height. While Domi gasps for air, a rhythmic clap starts to put Fields in motion, the Upstart responding to the love in the air like only the dimpled once can.
Glazed with sweat, Strawberry looks energized. She moves to Daly and grabs a wrist and shoulder, ‘helping’ her challenger up and forcing Dominique’s back into the ropes.
“I worked hard to get this honor,” Fields assures. “And I won’t be giving it up to an awful meanie like you.”
Chloe heaves Daly away with an Irish Whip and as Domi turns her back into the buckles, the Upstart races toward her. The recently minted brunette leaps and pirouettes in the former gymnast’s path and Daly can’t help but have her noggin nearly removed from her shoulders when Chloe headhunts with a perfectly executed Spinning Heel Kick.
Spinning Heel Kick
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mg5nZ3wne3U )
Fields kips to her feet, the crowd’s ovation unrestrained as she waves gleefully, passing on an open pinning possibility. Instead, she draws the dazed Domi up and aims the former gymnast to a nearby corner. The champ flings Daly in from short range, Domi with no time to turn, takes the impact chest first.
Stumbling blindly in a backpedal, Domi finds Fields after no more than a step and a steamed Chloe grabs Daly by her pony and introduces the Mite’s features into the top buckle, one, two, three times.
Pressing the wobbly challenger’s chest tight to the corner after the buckle smashes, Chloe leaps to the middle ropes, a boot on either side of the buckles. Daly’s arms suddenly coil around Chloe’s thighs as the former redhead wraps her slender but potent stems tight to Daly’s temples. With something devastating in mind, the Mighty Mite climbs to the middle ropes with Fields in the electric chair position atop her. But before Domi’s devious mind can drop into full gear, Chloe throws her bodyweight into a backflip and SPLATTERS Daly to the deck with an amazing reverse hurricarana.
Reverse Hurricarana
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1195eVCHoP4 )
The maneuver sends the former gymnast pancaking to the deck, landing on her face and chest. Daly somehow uses the momentum to rise, zombie-like, to her feet. She takes a step toward a rising Fields before dropping to her knees then flopping to her face, the initial impact quickly catching up with the Pac Rim beauty.
This time the doe-eyed grappler shovels Domi to her back and dives atop her challenger, pressing tight with a crossbody pin, Fields adding a cradle of Daly’s limp far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Dominique’s full body spasm shakes her free of the Upstart’s pin and win and Daly flops to her side, drawing in deep breaths while, beside her, a glowing Chloe snaps her fingers with an ‘aw shucks’ and hops to her shoe leather. She moves to the nearest set of ropes and leans over, leading the adoring crowd in a rhythmic clap, Fields and the FAWNatics pumping each other up. Behind, Daly’s almond-shaped eyes cross as she manages to push up and tries to shake her attic free of cobwebs.
Chloe returns her attention on time, turning and digging a toe kick into Daly’s rock-hard abs. The impact bends Domi enough for the limber Strawberry to lift her right leg and lay the back of it over the challenger’s neck. Hopping off her grounded foot, the Upstart DRIVES Domi’s exotic features into the deck with a brutal Ace Crusher.
Ace Crusher
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jaj4g8NbbhY )
The impact sends Daly flopping to her back in a spreadeagle, Chloe nearby on her backside, appearing torn whether to jump on her flattened foe or go for something BIG.
The Upstart selects the latter, going big to try and finish of the mite once and for all. Chloe pushes up to her feet, trotting over to the nearest corner and hops to the middle strand and bounces to the top turnbuckle. Facing out towards the crowd Strawberry pirouettes around to face in the ring and raises her arms preparing to throw herself into the void.
The FAWNatics screaming encouragement and support for the champ go silent as Chloe springs into the air flipping over as she heads towards the still flattened Domi. The Golden Mite springs to life rolling away, she does so too soon though and Fields adjusts in air and lands on her boots. The champ nails the landing, Daly glaring as she was hoping for a crash landing. The Upstart turns walking down the other brunette as Domi booty scoots backwards trying to buy more time.
The retreating Mite reaches the ropes before Chloe can reach her and the referee steps in backing Fields off. Domi grins and rolls out of the ring, Strawberry points a finger at the challenger, “OOOH! She can’t do that, AAAH…UMMM…OOOH…”
Chloe stuttering at the end as her frustration can’t find words. Outside the ring Domi strolls along the security railing tugging her leotard over her buttocks as she watches the champ out of the corner of her eye. The referee orders Fields to stay in place as he goes to start counting the challenger out. Daly waits until she’s nearly completed a lap of the ring and then rolls into the ring and right back out. Chloe who only took a single step towards the Mite shouts in frustration, “AAOOH”
The FAWNatics boo as Dominique brings the energetic match to a screeching halt. The referee restarts the count giving Daly more time, the former gymnast doesn’t seem to be buying the time to recover as much as she’s doing it to infuriate the crowd and her opponent. As the end of the second count nears Domi heads towards the ring again, this time Chloe starts forward to meet her. The FAWNatics cry out warnings to the champ, but Daly springs into action too quickly. Daly reaches up cupping the back of Chloe’s head with both hands and drops down pulling the Upstart’s throat down across the top strand.
When Dominique hits the floor Chloe is flying backwards and lands hard on her back, her hands clutching at her throat as she writhes in pain. The wicked grin takes over Domi’s features as she hops up on to the ring apron and rolls under the bottom rope. The once again heel strolls to the other brunette picking up Chloe’s ankles holding them in a loose V, the referee pipes up, “Come on Domi, keep it clean!”
Without an answer Dominique dives her bare foot into the champ’s tummy, just above the waistband of her pink skirt and enjoys the pain cry escaping Fields as she tosses her legs aside. Domi stares down the referee, but again says nothing as she moves around to Chloe’s head and reaches down for the frazzled ponytail to lift the Upstart back up to her boots. The use of the hair draws another warning from the referee, but Domi knows she’s still safe inside limits of a DQ. Leading the Upstart towards the nearest set of turnbuckles Daly slams Chloe’s head into the padded steel of the top turnbuckle before she turns her around leaning her against the useful pads.
“Come on Domi, out of the corner!” The referee voicing the fans frustration, but the Mite steps back and then turns chopping the champ’s modest orbs under the pink top. Chloe pulls her arms in too late as she groans in pain, Domi turns running to mid ring and u-turns. The former Olympian contender cartwheels and then back flips coming up right in front of Strawberry and pastes an open hand slap across the girl’s left cheek. Daly laughing now grabs the back of Chloe’s head and tosses her out of the corner on to her back. The FAWNatics start the “CHLO-EEE!” chant again trying to spur the Upstart into a comeback.
Daly sneers at the attempt as she now hops on to the middle strands and takes a seat on the top turnbuckle. Lining herself up Domi leaps out of the corner and drives her padded knee into Chloe’s forehead. The Knee drop has stars exploding in the champ’s doe like eyes as she flops several times before Dominique crawls over putting her weight down on Chloe to hold her steady.
ONE..
TWO..
THRNOTYET!
Strawberry isn’t going that easy, Dominique had been a bit lazy not hooking a leg and the champ is able to kick out. Again the lack of the final count has Domi glaring at the referee, words are exchanged, most of which would have been bleeped if FAWN did such things on telecasts.
The Golden Mite brushes a few stray hairs from her face and turns back to Chloe grabbing her ankles and spins her around to a position near the corner again. The FAWNatics can tell Domi has a top rope move planned from the way she set up Strawberry, so it’s no surprise as she climbs out on to the apron and starts scaling the turnbuckles from the outside. Domi is just about to rise to her full height when she hears the crowd roar, concerned she quickly looks up and sees Chloe scaling the turnbuckles from the inside. Panic sets in as she cries out, but Chloe is up on the top turnbuckle at the same time as the Mite.
Chloe leaps throwing her legs up and catching Domi by the noggin before she flips backwards and pulls the Mite off the perch with an Avalanche Frankensteiner.
AVALANCHE FRANKENSTEINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9IWh_opvGM
Chloe lands near the corner, but Domi is tossed nearly to mid ring and bounces/rolls several more feet before coming to a stop. Both women are down and the crowd begins chanting both…
“HOLY SHIT!” and “CHLO-EEE!”
Tumbling through the air is Dominique’s stock and trade, but the forced flip from Strawberry has Daly in a bad way. The Pac Rim brunette seems determined to rise, but for all her best efforts, she can’t seem to make it beyond hands and knees. Meanwhile, an energized lightweight champion kips to her feet and pumps her right fist into the air, stirring the hearts of the FAWNatics even further.
Sprinting at the dazed Daly, Fields surprises the crowd when she leaps over the challenger instead of nailing her increasingly bitter rival. Instead, Chloe lands and rises up the corner opposite her rana, finding a seat on the top buckle while the bewildered Mite struggles to her feet, blissfully unaware of the poised and dimpled destructive force behind her.
Reaching vertical, the diminutive Domi scans the canvas for her foe and finds emptiness. A split-second later, she feels hands around her collar and knees jammed into her shoulderblades. In another split of that second, Daly’s bare feet are RIPPED off the canvas as Chloe completes her signature Strawberry Jam, rattling the core of the shellshocked Mite.
Strawberry Jam (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bni0ISoO7UA )
It takes Fields a moment to gather herself from the wild ride and flatten her frame to the challenger’s, Chloe hooking her foe’s far leg and rolling her into a tight cradle for a memorable Mania defense with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
The former gymnast thrusts her pelvis, her abbreviated legs flying high to help spring her shoulders off the mat before the final, fateful slap. Domi spills on to her side while a wide-eyed Chloe lies in a state of disbelief, staring blankly into the crowd. The FAWNatics don’t let their girl stay there long, chanting her name and bring a cheeky grin to the de-stupefied Upstart.
Fields pushes to a handstand and ‘walks’ several feet from the demolished challenger, some in the crowd chuckling over Strawberry pilfering one of Dominique’s go-to techniques. Chloe drops to her boot soles and gives Daly the once over. The audience pleads with Chloe to keep on her foe and Fields obliges when Domi reaches all fours.
Racing forward, the acrobatic featherweight leaps above Daly, throwing her body into a simple but effective senton that CRUSHES Domi face and chest-first into the thinly-sheathed plywood. Chloe ‘half-kips’ up and slams down again and ‘half-kips’ and down, finishing with a half dozen that leaves Daly akin to an exotic little grease spot beneath her.
Feeling feisty, Chloe kips all the way and points down at Domi.
“YOU…DESERVE…THIS.”
The crowd instantly picks up the chant, the words booming throughout the Mania masses.
Chloe shovels the former gymnast over with a boot under the ribs and backs the few steps to the corner behind her. Blindly, she climbs again, ready to treat the FAWNatics to another ‘big stage’ moment that now seems to suit her so. The assembled can sense the continued blossoming of their heroine as she reaches a standing perch on the top buckle, looking down on the splayed, spandex-encased Mite as her crash pad.
Strawberry launches high into the Orlando sky, Fields tucking tight at her highest point, but there is no explosion outward, no getting froggie this time. Instead, Chloe plummets still fashioned into a Strawberry cannonball.
The crowd seems to hold their collective breath and is rewarded when Fields’ knees slam into the flat, chiseled tummy of the former gymnast. No amount of crunches can deny the kneecaps that gut the challenger, Domi bug-eyed, breath bursting from between pursed lips, jackknifes around the impaling impact.
Chloe bounces off the dark-haired, ponytailed grappler, landing on her haunches no more than a foot from the ruined Daly. Doe eyes flashing with excitement, she covers her foe in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The crowd screams ‘THREE’ and Chloe sees and feels Daly’s shoulders remain flat to the mat. She leaps to her feet, pumping a fist. This is her Mania Moment!
Until she hears groans from the crowd and turns to see the official holding two fingers aloft with one hand and pointing at Domi’s extended, muscular stem lying atop the bottom rope with the other.
Chloe’s palms shoot toward her noggin, slapping against her forehead in amazement. A soft “no” is all she can squeak.
The referee shrugs. “She got it there.”
While the shock wears off the titleholder, Dominique adds a palm around the cable and yanks herself under the saving strand. There the Mite remains, lying on the apron, a tempting target for Fields who’s regained her composure and concentration, ready to finish Daly for good.
Strawberry strides purposefully to the challenger and slips her upper half between the top and middle ropes. No longer afraid to use Domi’s ponytail as a handle, Chloe sinks fingers into the dark strands and pulls a flaccid Daly to her knees. With the rest of Domi, a set of claws rise and scrape across the beautiful brown peepers of the lightweight champ.
Strawberry shrieks in pain, instantly letting Domi loose and pulling back from between the cables. The flustered Fields rubs furiously at her eyes, blinded to the Mite’s rise on the outside. Daly snatches the top rope with both hands, leaps to the top cable, and springboards toward the sightless champ. She catches Chloe’s braincase on the front flip over her foe’s shoulder and PLANTS the back of the Upstart’s skull into the deck with a takeoff on her signature Daly Double.
Daly Double (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8aGoxWk4MS0 )
A silenced arena watches Fields writhe on the canvas, cradling her throbbing noggin, her boot sloes pattering against the canvas. But perhaps worst of all, they notice Chloe is situated in front of the set of buckles she’d so gleefully used to bring Daly within the brink of defeat.
Daly, a second wind blowing hard, is up them in an instant and stares out into the apprehensive throngs. There’s no showing off this time, only a deadly precise, stratosphere-scraping moonsault, Dominique STICKING her dismount in Chloe’s tawny tummy in even what her haters would call a perfect ten. The bare feet of the challenger expunge every bit of breath, Fields’ frame spasming to a ‘V’ shape around the impact before she fades back to the deck.
In the blink of an eye, Domi throws those feet out in front of her, landing in a senton across the same demolished abdominals. Already atop the gasping champion, her back across Chloe’s midriff, Domi scoops both Upstart legs behind the knee and rolls a deflated Chloe into a tight ball, Strawberry stacked on her shoulders for…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEE!
The FAWNatics moan when Chloe remains motionless in Domi’s control throughout the count. Hearing the bell, an exhausted elated Daly lets loose Chloe’s stems and they flop lifelessly to the canvas.
Domi raises her hands above her head as Fields squirms beneath her, Chloe rolling to her side far too late, hugging her breadbasket tightly and sobbing softly.
The emotion is contrasted by the exultation of Domi who pushes wearily to her feet, wincing, but quickly thereafter enjoying the spoils of successful warfare, clutching the lightweight gold away from the official, and enjoying ever last syllable of the announcement “Your winner and NEEEEEEEWWWWW Lightweight Champion…DOMINIQUE DALY.”
Always a bridesmaid or not even invited to the wedding in many recent years of the lightweight ladder, Daly raises the gold belt signifying she is the best…THE BEST…at 125 and under.
She lets the annoyed FAWNatics know this little tidbit in expressive terms as she hops around the ring, clutching her gold close, sending a stomp to a rising Fields that sends the former champion face down to the canvas.
“STAY THERE!” Domi demands. “This is the time for an athlete to celebrate with her reward!”
Chloe complies, though more out of her forehead striking the mat again than any thoughtful subservience.
Domi snatches a microphone from a loitering attendant on the apron.
“You people can keep your applause. What I REALLY wanted is in my hands. GOLD! And I’m going to keep it until you forget who the champ was before me!”
Domi tosses the stick aside and mounts a corner, lifting the belt with both hands, the irrefutable proof she is not only the best athlete but the best wrestler at FAWNAMANIA plain to see