Post by bigfan on Nov 5, 2017 19:02:16 GMT
A house afire for the first half of the decade, both in The Jungle and working her way up the FAWN ladder, an unfortunate turn of events led to tonight’s return of a prodigal daughter after a three-plus year walk in the wilderness.
Once held in as high a regard as one of FAWN’s top-of-the-card heavy hitters, former World Champion Veronica Treymane, Mickey Gold had been put on the shelf after a fierce battle where she’d been dethroned as Queen of The Jungle by the ferocious destroyer-class blonde.
The Pinstripe Powerhouse shredded Mickey’s groin muscles with a leg stretching Touch of Evil that was found later to have been taken a couple steps too far. Gold was forced to draw in the deep pungent breaths of Treymane’s undercarriage after her tearful surrender, only vaguely aware of how badly Veronica had fucked up her ravaged groin.
As Veronica enjoyed the throne she made of Mickey’s face, only one of the spoils of her victory, the other, her impending trip to the big leagues, the 24 Karat Stunner was carted off on a stretcher to leave Treymane to her glorious ending…and beginning.
Only the next day did Mickey find out the extent of her injury and that she’d be out of commission for six months. But the Golden Queen would have none of that prognosis.
The brunette hardbody got back to work with a vengeance on her rehab program and was well ahead of schedule.
Unfortunately, when Mickey was within two weeks of returning, two months ahead of time, and after having signed a contract to leave The Jungle behind to go FAWN full-time, she suffered a catastrophic knee blow out of both her left ACL and MCL while sparring.
Devastated physically, mentally and emotionally, it’s taken another three years of travel on the long, long road of recovery and redemption to get a no-contract, one-show shot at salvation.
Backstage, the nervousness is unmistakable on the face of Mickey. The raw emotion as obvious as the space age polymer heavily bracing her left knee. Still, Gold bounces on it and its companion, ready to take the final step of a thousand-mile journey onto a FAWN stage, her ears perking when she hears the ring announcer.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a 20-minute time limit. Introducing, from Gainesville Florida, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-four pounds. She is the Gold Standard, the 24 Karat Stunner and a former Jungle Champion, ladies and gentlemen please welcome back…MICKEY GOLD!”
MICKEY GOLD
The reaction is one of shock then a thunderous ovation from a crowd three times the size of the standard Bangor audience to which Gold is most accustomed. As the FAWNatics roar their approval with a chant of “WELCOME BACK”, strumming guitars and rat-a-tat of drums mark the up-tempo opening to New Politics’ ‘Yeah, Yeah, Yeah’.
Simultaneous with start of the lyrics, Mickey Gold bursts through the curtain and bounds halfway down the aisle before she slams on the brakes long enough to shout, “EVEN WHEN GOLD ISN’T ON THE LINE…” The champ throws her hands into the air and the FAWNatics finish for her. “PICK GOLD EVERY TIME!’
Dual columns of gold pyro explode behind her and go right on fizzling and crackling as she resumes her march to the ring, nary a hint of limp despite the considerable apparatus fortifying her formerly balky joint.
The athletic brunette sports sparkly gold hot pants, a matching sports bra, blue pads at elbow and knee with her black brace on the left, and black boots emblazoned with MG. And just because she remains determined to bring it back in style, Gold accented her outfit with a long-sleeved black poplin ring jacket that kept off the worst of the arena’s chill while still allowing the fans a healthy display of midriff.
Mickey strides down the aisle, slapping offered hands then extends the trip with a teary-eyed lap of the ring, offering high fives throughout.
Rising up the steps and sliding through the ropes, Gold shrugs the jacket off her shoulders, tosses it toward her corner, and takes center stage, reveling in the ovation that had been so long in coming since the fateful night she lost her Jungle belt to Treymane and nearly lost her entire career.
As her theme music dies away the announcer raises his microphone to his lips again. “And her opponent, she hails from Dubai, United Arab Emirates…” Mickey’s cheers are immediately replaced with boos as the crowd realise who’s facing her. “Standing at five feet and four inches of height and weighing in tonight at one hundred and seventeen pounds, she is the Spotlight Queen, the Ultimate Diva and the Best Thing that Ever Happened to FAWN…ZOE SCOTT!”
ALL OF THE LIGHTS! https://www. youtube.com/watch?v= HAfFfqiYLp0?t=1m6s
The arena goes dark except for five spotlights converging at the top of the ramp. Into that glowing pool walks a woman wearing a waist-length cream leather jacket and some expensive-looking shades with Cartier branding. She raises both hands and ‘pops’ a flashbulb with each, the cue for the lights to strobe back on in a frenzy of colour and flashes. The only consistent illumination is that spotlight which follows her swagger down to the ring.
ZOE SCOTT
Reaching ringside and ascending the ropes, Scott shrugs off that jacket to reveal her regular grey Calvin Klein-style two piece, cut low at the top to show acres of hone-tanned cleavage and high at the hips to show off a good inch of equally bronzed derriere. A thin golden belt accents the curve of her waist and is matched by her elbow and knee pads, while her black sneakers show prominent Y-3 branding. Zoe removes those fancy shades and places them on top of the jacket, holding both out behind her.
A previously unseen hand reaches out of the darkness to take them. As the ring lights come back on they reveal the figure of Scott’s assistant Isobel Lamont, who must have walked down behind her boss without ever encroaching on the spotlight. Lamont was clad in her usual skin-tight jeans, cowboy boots and black strappy top which couldn’t quite hide the bounteous curves of her body. A black snapback did a similarly poor job of covering the mane of golden-blonde curls which tumbled down her back. Without a word the Texan took those expensive accessories and headed to a seat by the announcers desk, while her employer turned to focus on her opponent for the evening.
ISOBEL LAMONT
In the ring Zoe faced her returning opponent. “First of all, I’d like to get the number of whoever’s doing your PR.” The Oil Baroness’s tone was friendly, although the jeers from the FAWNatics made it clear to Mickey that she shouldn’t take it on face value. “Everyone loves a sob story! What a brilliant way to distract from you being a loser. The only problem is that things have changed around here whilst you were off tending your boo-boo.”
Despite the layoff and the emotion of the evening Mickey still had a champion’s blood running through her veins, and part of that was composure. Which was why she stayed calm and stayed lounging against the buckles. “Oh really?” she asked “now you mention it there certainly do seem to be a lot more spray tanned loudmouths than I remember.”
Scott scowled at her but carried on regardless. “To be honest, for the first two years nothing very interesting happened. That Capone fetishist who ripped your legs up got overhyped for a while, but that’s about it. But then last year I arrived and now you’re just not relevant any more. What I’m trying to say is that you had your moment, but it’s passed you by, and now you should hobble back up that ramp before you get hurt again.”
Pressing out from her corner, Gold moved to the centre of the ring and put her hands on her hips. “Thanks for the update!” she chirped with mock gratitude. “There’s something else I’m a bit confused by. You’re clearly one of those Real Housewives of wherever. When does an actual wrestler come out?” Scott’s scowl deepened. “Listen cripple, I’m going to…”
“I’ve done enough listening and too much waiting.” Mickey raised one hand out in front and beckoned with the other. “Either waddle those implants over here and wrestle me or get the hell out of my ring.” The other brunette was still spluttering about the rudeness of being interrupted, but she stormed out to the middle and ‘smecked’ into a collar-and-elbow which Gold enthusiastically joined.
Immediately it was apparent that Mickey hadn’t lost any strength in her time away from the ring, forcing the smaller brunette into one backwards step and then another. Quickly realising that resistance was futile, Scott switched tactics, breaking half of the tie-up to slip around to one side. One expensive looking sneaker swished through the air, aiming to sweep Gold’s previously injured limb, but the former champ simply lifted that leg up and pivoted to the side, burying a knee into Zoe’s tanned midriff.
A small ‘oof’ noise escaped the Oil Baroness and she swiftly backpedalled, looking to regroup. Gold didn’t give her the chance though, striding after her and snatching a handful of hair. Her other arm came up to deliver a stiff forearm smash to Scott’s jaw. Momentarily stunned, Zoe could do nothing to prevent the slick former champ from slipping behind her and hooking in a tight waistlock.
“What was that you were saying about me being left behind?” Gold cooed, earning an angry hiss from Zoe. “Seems to me that you’re the one who can’t keep up!” Scott gave up on trying to pry the arms form aorudn her waist and instead launched a wild back elbow which caught Mickey unawares and smashed into her cheekbone. In response she raised a quick kneelift into the Dubai girl’s tanned glutes, earning a grunt of pain and frustration and a second back elbow which caught her a glancing blow to the temple.
Buzzing with the adrenaline of finally being back in a FAWN ring, Gold decided that she wasn’t happy just trading shots with the brat. Instead she put both hands on the tanned expanse of Scott’s back and gave a big shove, sending the exotique stumbling forward towards the ropes. Zoe managed to set her feet and turn into the strands before an embarrassing chest-first collusion, but this only fired her back to where Mickey was waiting. The grinning brunette raised one arm up to deliver a quickfire clothesline to the onrushing Diva.
Scott was thrown down to her back by the strike and scrambled straight back up again, only to suffer round two when Mickey darted back off the opposite ropes and hit a big running forearm which sent her rocking back. This time Zoe stayed on her feet, but before she could set them Gold leaped into a gorgeous standing dropkick which sent the smaller woman reeling backwards into the ropes.
Catapulted forwards once more by those springy strands, Scott went with the momentum and charged back at the waiting Gold Standard, one arm raised and apparently looking to pay back that clotheslines with one of her own. Unfortunately for her Mickey was just too quick, ducking under the swinging limb and hooking it from over her head. One gold-clad leg slid behind Zoe and a good push sent her tripping backwards, Mickey keeping hold of that arm and leg to keep the smaller woman’s shoulders on the matt as merle dropped to count.
ROLLING LEG HOOK
www.youtube. com/watch?v=pJgGntFzLBs
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At the last possible second Scott regained her bearings and kicked her legs out, flopping herself over onto one side and breaking the count. She didn’t stop there either, barrel rolling over to one corner and hurriedly grabbing the ropes while screeching “Get her away from me!”
Merle stepped forwards just in case, but it didn’t seem like Mickey was interested in pursuing, at least for the moment. Instead the Gold Standard raised both arm up and out into a T-shape, head tilted back slightly as she bathed in the adulation of her comeback crowd. But the noise changed suddenly from adulation to warning as Scott dashed towards her, looking to catch the returning beauty by surprise.
Instinctively Gold’s hands came up to guard her face, which would have worked out great except that Scott’s aim was considerably lower. She dived forwards into a low shoulderblock which drove her full weight into Mickey’s surgically repaired knee! The motion was enough to send the brunette sprawling backwards, but the way she rolled out of the impact and immediately clutched at that joint had the audience worried about a recurrence of her injury.
Worry was the last thing on Zoe Scott’s mind though. Instead the vengeful jetsetter scrambled over to the prone Gold Standard and swung one leg over into a mount. Mickey immediately started writhing to escape, only for Zoe to slam a pair of clubbing forearms into the hurting Floridian’s tits.
“How’s that feel, cripple?” Zoe sneered, “all the slippery stuff doesn’t matter a thing if you’ve only got one knee. Now like I said, why don’t you tell Earl here that you’re outmatched and hobble back out of my ring before you get even more hURGGGH YEOOOW!”
As soon as she realised that the Oil Baroness hadn’t actually done any real damage to her knee Mickey swung up one arm and THWAPPED the forearm into Zoe’s overflowing décolletage. A second hand flew up, this one shaped into a claw to dig into the sensetive flesh. Scott screeched and reared back like a scalded cat, abandoning her mount and jerking away to tend to her hurting chest. Scrambling up behind her, Gold grabbed one arm and used it as a lever to swing the other brunette around and send her into a forced run towards the corner. Zoe managed to turn at the last second, her spine ‘bwung’ing in against the turnbuckles.
It didn’t look like the Diva was in any rush to come out from the corner, still tending to her hurting chest. Mickey grinned and raise her voice to the crowd. “LOOKS LIKE FAWN IS GETTING A GOLD RUSH!” she yelled, earning a roaring response from the FAWNatics as she charged off looking to hit one of her signature moves.
Flying across the ring, Mickey raised one arm and cocked the elbow ready to crush the Dubai Diva against the buckles. And she stayed fully committed to that plan until the very last second when Scott suddenly shifted her stance a little and thrust out the heel of her palm. With no time to stop, Gold took the signature strike full in the face, her head whipping backwards onto the matt.
SHOWSTOPPER
https:// www.youtube.com/watch?v= icCnruwjVjg
“THAT’S WHAT YOU GET!” Zoe roared down at the stunned brunette at her feet. She flicked out a boot, burying to toe in Mickey’s ribs and forcing the former champ to roll over onto her front. A second stomp was driven into her lower back, then she reached down to yank on one of the Floridian's arms out to one side. A quick stomp to the elbow brought a groan from Mickey, Scott hauling up on that captured limb to lever the larger woman back to unsteady feet.
Still seeing stars after the momentum-shifting palm strike, Gold tried tugging on that captured arm and sought to get away from the other brunette. She was starting to do just that when Zoe’s sneaker flew up between her legs and into that gold-clad undercarriage. Mickey let out a sob and sagged at the knees, leaving her easy prey as Scott looped the trapped limb behind her back, hooked onto her waistband and bridged up and backwards.
TURNBUCKLE HAMMERLOCK SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/ watch?v=cEdIWafCV5A
Landing with her full weight on that twisted arm was bad enough, for Mickey, but things got even worse as both legs swung down hard into the bottom turnbuckle. The whipping impact brought a visible wince from Merle and a concerned ‘oooooh’ from the crowds at ringside, all those present worried about the effects of such a nasty collusion on that surgically repaired limb.
Mickey herself didn’t notice any of this concern, she was too busy frantically grasping at the effected joint and hoping that the pain she felt was just from impact rather than injury. Her worries were added to no end when Scott’s hands reached down to snatch her arm again.
“I could end your career tonight, you overhyped cripple,” Scott hissed, pulling Mickey’s hand out to it’s full reach and trapping it between her tanned thighs. “I could be breaking your knee right now and there’s nothing you coud do to stop me.” Zoe’s hands laced under Gold’s chin, tugging back to cinch in a nasty crossface lock.
“Instead, I’m being kind. Submit to me right now and I won’t even hurt that leg any more. Understand, you ungrateful has-been? I’m willing to let you walk out of this arena under your own power, as long as you tap that mat!”
ARM TRAP CROSSFACE
https://www. youtube.com/watch?v=OViqeuDC39
As the crowd groans at the sight of Zoe trying to wrench Mickey’s head off her shoulders, Isobel leading herself in a one-woman ovation for her employer, Merle drops in front of Gold’s chiseled cheekbones and asks the returnee if she wants to give in. The only way the former Queen of the Jungle can respond is to wave her free arm. The ref responds in kind, letting the momentarily relieved FAWNatics know she’s still in the fight.
As Mickey groans in anguish, the dark-haired exotique from the Emirates works Gold over like a part-time job, not just to submit her foe and win the match, but for the clear enjoyment of being in control. Placing her right palm around Scott’s joined hands, Mickey tries to pry herself loose, but the Oil Baroness won’t have it.
“I said TAP!” Scott shouts.
When Gold holds on for another half-dozen seconds without doing so, the beauty from Dubai releases, a look of disgust on her face. Zoe turns to the assembled.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn her,” she bellows as she rises.
Spinning back to a slowly ascending Mickey, the Ultimate Diva drags her foe up from all fours, quickly pressing her gurls tight to Gold’s shoulderblades, her pelvis to Mickey’s glutes, as her arms wrap around the prodigal daughter’s midriff.
“You should have stayed gone,” Scott informs, cinching her hug tighter and lifting Mickey’s legs off the deck.
Genuflecting, Zoe drops Gold’s crotch atop her posted knee with a reverse atomic drop and Mickey hops off from the force of the impact, hands buried between her thighs even before her feet return to the canvas. Knock-kneed, face etched in pain, Gold tries to waddle away, while Isobel smirks from the sideline. A good night for her boss meant a good night for her.
Behind her, Zoe is back to vertical, grabbing at her junk with both hands, mocking Mickey’s honest agony. Scott taps Gold on the shoulder and a debilitated Mickey spins with a weakened clothesline. Zoey skilfully ducks underneath, grabbing the arm as she does, tugging Mickey into a front facelock that just as quickly morphs into a spinning neckbreaker that PLANTS the brunette to the thinly-sheathed plywood with authority.
Arm Trap Neckbreaker
(http://www.youtube.com/watch? v=hrrcIbgMW4Y )
The Ultimate Diva dives on her waylaid foe with a crossbody pin and keeps the Gold Standard plastered to the canvas for the…
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Mickey isn’t about to go down without more of a fight and she throws a shoulder up with a tick to spare, even if her dark eyes are more than a little cloudy from the beating Zoe is dishing out.
Scott sits next to Gold as the once-upon-a-time Jungle champion rolls to her chest, pushes to all fours and shakes her drooping noggin, trying to rattle some senses back into place. Zoe shakes her head knowingly.
“Better than Treymane, amirite?” she asks to no one in particular, though several fans in the front row shout out an emphatic ‘NO’.
The Oil Baroness turns up her nose at the sleight coming from Orlando’s great unwashed, more interested in making Mickey’s return a nightmare instead of a dream.
The Dubai Diva kips to her feet and takes a stroll around the ring, waiting for the flagging Mickey to make her way to vertical. Scott stops in front of her corner and demands Isobel create a cool breeze for her. A sheepish Lamont makes like Zoe’s personal fan, waving up and down and side to side to refresh her boss as best she can.
Apparently appropriately cooled, if not chilled, Zoe strides to her foe as Gold pushes to a wobbly stance and spins to find her opponent. As she does, Zoe stomps her left boot in preparation and shoots a lightning superkick toward Mickey’s chin. Gold weaves her noggin out of the impact zone as she drops to her palms and sweeps her right leg through the ankle of Scott’s planted foot.
The Best Thing Ever is cut down like wheat in a field, landing hard on her back. As the startled Zoe flops to her chest and starts to scramble, Gold mounts her lower spine in a forward facing straddle and slams her derriere into the base of the brunette’s backbone, dropping a grimacing Scott to the deck. The Dubai Diva rises again to hands and knees, only for Mickey to repeat the process, barreling her bum into Zoe’s lower vertebrae. It takes a third THUMP for Scott to get the message and remain flat to the canvas, reaching an arm around to rub at her aching back.
But the Gold Standard is most definitely not through. Slipping further down Zoe’s frame, Mickey scoops up Scott’s left ankle with both hands and snakes her biceps and triceps around them. Ankle locked between her limbs, Gold twists like she’s trying to unscrew Scott’s foot from the rest of her leg and the previously cheery exotique is bawling, tugging at her long dark locks to spread the pain.
A concerned Lamont tells Zoe to dig her nails into the canvas instead of her mane. An agonized Z screams at the busty blonde to “SHUT UP” but, nevertheless, she follows the sound advice and slowly tugs her way to the ropes, wrapping a palm around the bottom rope and shrieking for Merle to stop the Golden Torture.
Mickey releases Scott’s leg but only after lifting the captured limb HIGH and throwing it down, Zoe’s knee bouncing hard into the thinly-covered plywood. Pulling her tender limb tight, the Oil Baroness hugs the cable like it’s her best and only friend, motioning Merle to keep the hovering Mickey away.
Gold shows the patience of a saint as a wincing Zoe rises slowly with the help of the ropes and limps along the length of the ring, progressively putting a little more weight on her injured stem UNTIL she shoots the leg like lightning with a super kick toward Mickey’s jaw.
But she comes up EMPTY a second time, Gold plucking the leg out of thin air before it can reach the target. She forces a pleading Zoe to hop to center stage, then throws the lower limb away like a pendulum, the leg sweeping through in the opposite direction and the momentum taking Scott off her feet altogether, falling forward into a face first collision with the canvas.
A cursing Zoe’s hands fly to her beak, a nasally “YOU BYTCH!” emerging muffled from between her fingers.
The Gold Standard seems unconcerned if the brat needs another nose job, grabbing a wrist and shoulder and reeling the Dubai beauty to her feet. Facing in opposite directions, Zoe stooped, Mickey wraps her arms around the midriff of her foe from the back side and shows off the surprising power that obviously still remains in the Gold Standard, Mickey vaulting Scott up and over with a gutwrench suplex that SPLATTERS Scott to the deck with a ring-rattling conclusion.
Gutwrench Suplex
(http://www.youtube.com/watch? v=hrrcIbgMW4Y )
A gobsmacked Zoe spreads in a starfish, glassy eyes staring blankly at the rafters as Mickey scrambles atop her in a tight lateral press for the…
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Groans from the crowd as Scott bucks her hips and back upwards off the matt, breaking the pin as Merle’s hand begins its third descent. Mickey briefly takes a second to hold up three hopeful fingers, receiving a shake of the head from the referee, but she’s quick to refocus any frustration on the woozy Jetsetter, hooking a facelock to yank the woozy brunette to her feet, neck and head bent forwards by Gold’s grip.
“If you’re not ready to go quietly I’m going to have to discipline you.” Mickeys tone is mocking, but there’s nothing funny about the way she hauls Scott back up, this time in what looks like an orthodox front suplex position. Halfway through the lift Gold stalls, holding her squirming burden steady for just a second then tossing her weight back the other way, dropping to one knee as she does so. Zoe’s tanned tummy comes down with a wet-sounding THWUMP onto one golden kneepad, the Diva making a gulping noise as her innards are impacted.
SUPLEX-LIFTED GUTBUSTER
https://www. youtube.com/watch?v= 1qtT5K78pbw
Sprawled across Gold’s knee like a naughty child, Zoe presents a tempting target which the bigger brunette can’t quite resist. Raising one hand to the sky she yells “Count with me, Orlando!” and then brings that paddle down onto Scott’s tanned rump with a loud crack! The Oil Baroness lets out a wail and starts squirming even more, but Mickey holds her in place with her free arm and swings again as the crowd happily chant “ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIBOOOOOO”.
The jeers come when Scott is finally able to wriggle her way off her perch, rolling across the matt while both hands drop to massage her reddening cheeks. Mickey can’t quite hide the grin from her face as she stands up and raises her slappin’ hand high to raucous cheers from her fans, which only serve to aggravate the Diva even more. She rolls out under the ring ropes and slips to the floor, slapping angrily at the matting in a brief but extremely childish tantrum.
Isobel Lamont is quickly around the ring to tend to her. She holds out a hand to help her boss up only for Scott to slap it away, clearly not quite done with her tantrum. Lamont doesn’t seem the slightest bit surprised by the reaction, couching down while Zoe switches between tending to that hurting knee and massaging the red on her derriere. “Telling her to quit isn’t working Scotty!” Isobel whispers, “You’re going to have to…”
“DON’T YOU DARE TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” Lamont backs away slightly from her boss, Zoe rising and staggering after her with a finger raised accusingly. “I know exactly how I’m going to beat this cripple and I don’t need your help to WHOULLLFFF!”
Bored of waiting, Mickey dashes to the far ropes and returns at full speed. That momentum carries her into a gorgeous Suicide Dive through the ropes. Lamont’s instinctive duck is enough to get her away from the crash site but Zoe isn’t as lucky, the flying Floridian’s shoulder pancaking her chest and sending her sprawling backwards. The Dubai girl comes to rest against the crowd barrier while Gold pops to her feet looking extremely pleased with herself.
Any plans she might have of following up are swiftly derailed though, Lamont intercepting her march towards the downed Diva and giving a hard shove which sends her staggering back to the apron. “Back off Gold” the fixer growls, “get back in the ring before something bad happens.” It looks briefly like Mickey might want to test that theory, but with Merles count reaching “EIGHT!” she hops back up and climbs through the ropes. Behind her Bel scoops her discombobulated boss up and puts her in a seat on the apron, keeping a close watch in case Gold tries to take advantage of the vulnerable position. “Don’t take her lightly Scotty, she’s a real fighter. Keep her on the matt if you ca...”
“Shut up and get out of my way Bel, you’re meant to be watching my things.” Scott reaches out a hand and gives her employee an extremely disrespectful pie-face, Lamont swaying backwards and looking surprised. Zoe doesn’t pay any attention to that though, dropping to her back and rolling under the bottom rope.
Before the Dubai girl has even made it to her feet Gold is on top of her, charging in looking to deliver a knee. Unfortunately for the resurgent brunette it seems that Scott is one step ahead, scrambling forwards and lashing out a quick-n-dirty low kick which catches the charging Gold Standard right on her surgically repaired knee. She shrieks and staggers backwards while Scott rises in front of her. With a sneer the Oil Baroness raises that same leg again, this time THUMPING a short, brutal kneestrike between the Floridian’s legs.
Mickey’s mouth forms into an ‘O’ of shock and pain, knees suddenly knocking after the sickening strike. With her hands busy massaging her centre she’s powerless to stop Scott from wrapping around her neck and pulling her head forward, powering another kneestrike up into her nose! Gold’s head reels back from the strike but Scott keeps a tight hold, transitioning around to the bigger brunette’s side and snatching one hand around that hurt knee. The Gold Standard’s only response is to weakly say ‘nooooo’ as she’s lifted up into the air and then dropped with her full weight falling onto that weakened knee!
FRONT SHINBREAKER
https://www. youtube.com/watch?v= DMsto4gt5k4
The audience’s boos reach a crescendo at the Diva’s treatment of that surgically repaired joint, and even Isobel looked a little shocked at her boss’s viciousness. But is Zoe was even slightly bothered about the jeer she didn’t show it, instead sweeping up that injured limb and pressing it down over Mickey’s prone body into a tight pin. Merle seemed to be worried about hat knee too; it took him longer than usual to get in place. But as soon as he does he’s back to being professional, checking Gold’s shoulders and then slapping for…
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A burst of energy powers Mickey out of the pin, but she’s in a bad way, still clutching reflexively at that rehabilitated knee and trying to assess whether the pain is a re-injury or just shock. Before she can properly investigate the limb is snatched out of her control, Scott grabbing her boot and using it to stretch the leg out before firing a short kick into the back of Gold’s knee.
“Remember when you did your tawdry little count?” Scott hisses, voice full of fury, “Well now I’m going to count how long it takes to end your career.” Her foot swings again, thwapping another nasty kick into the meat of Gold’s knee. “ONE!” the Diva yells over the rising audience jeers, bringing her boot back again for “TWO! THREE! FOUR!” Mickey’s wails get louder every time until the vengeful brunette shouts “EIGHT!” which seems to satisfy her, swinging that captured limb down to SLAM into the matt.
Despite Zoe’s threats Mickey doesn’t think she’s re-injured her gam, but there’s no doubt the joint is feeling extremely tender. And she’s so consumed in tending to the joint that she’s powerless to prevent Zoe from grabbing her around the neck again and lifting up. This time she barely makes it past her knees, the Oil Baroness hooking a facelock and dropping to a nasty but effective Snap DDT which drives Gold into a face-first somersault on the matt and leaves her dazed on her back.
Which is apparently exactly where Zoe Scott wants her. Spitting “Stay down!” at the prone Gold Standard, Scott stomps to the nearest corner and uses the ropes to vault to the top turnbuckle. A quick glance over her shoulder is enough to confirm that Mickey isn’t about to move anywhere, then the Diva stand slightly shakily to her full height and tosses herself backwards!
DIVING MOONSAULT
https://www. youtube.com/watch?v= WPnTxtz49Lc&spfreload=5
Mickey looks in a daze, staring blankly at the rafters as Scott soars above her splayed frame before dropping toward a crushing splash across the midriff of the Gold Standard. Playing possum or coming to in time, Gold manages to roll out of the impact zone at the last second.
Zoe CRASHES to earth, hitting nothing but empty canvas. She hits with incredible force, bouncing up to her haunches. The brunette hugs her body like she’s trying to keep her internal organs in place. On the outside, Isobel holds her head in disbelief and discouragement over the turn of events.
The buxom blonde seems to consider grabbing Mickey by an ankle and dragging her out of the ring, but Merle’s eagle eye keeps her from doing it, that and the hell she’d receive from the Oil Baroness if she got Zoe disqualified.
Left to her recuperative powers, the prodigal daughter slowly pushes to her feet, wobbly and wincing, particularly when she puts weight on the braced left leg. Gold is mobile if not agile. She grabs Zoe by her dark locks and tugs the Dubai diva off her knees to vertical, then bullying her foe to a neutral corner. Switching her grip to a wrist, Mickey flings Scott across the canvas with enough strength Zoe turns and flies into the opposite buckles, connecting with a body-jarring collision.
With the brat still upright, Gold decides to test her aching limb and beats her feet across the squared circle. Despite the obvious pain, she shows no structural damage in making it across at a reasonable speed, fast enough to leap into her Gold Rush, a jumping corner clothesline that sends her extended right arm THUMPING into Zoe’s chest.
Gold Rush (http://www.youtube.com/watch? v=teVz2BSPLAo )
As Scott staggers to the middle where she falls to all fours, Mickey forces a smile at the crowd through the continued pain from her aching joint. She hangs out on her makeshift hammock for a few extra ticks to let her leg have a little more recovery time before sweeping back into the ring and tracking down her foe.
Mickey picks up some steam before burying a right kick to the ribs of the Oil Baroness, sending Zoe barrel rolling to her back, spreading out on the canvas and cursing as she favors her injured side. With Scott floored, Mickey takes a load off, dropping slowly to her foe’s side. She slides perpendicular to the Dubai native, grasping onto Zoe’s dark mane and lifting Scott’s noggin enough to slide her left leg underneath.
The Gold Standard lifts and SLAMS her right leg down into Scott’s chest several times before moving to her throat, Mickey’s signature Gator Chomp mid-meal. Zoe spasms from the heavy guillotine-like blows of Gold’s pounding stem then pries desperately when Mickey finally clamps down with a headscissors around Zoe’s braincase, her thighs pressing tight to Zoe’s temples, determined to squeeze the fight out of the brat from the Emirates.
Mickey lifts on her palms as she tries to create as much crushing power as possible out of her locked legs. Zoe’s blushing features shows how effective Mickey’s scissors is becoming. Her prying useless, an increasingly anxious Zoe scores her nails down the right thigh of her foe. As the welts blossom, a yelping Gold opens and scrambles to her feet.
Growling, she circles the huffing Scott in a lessening limp.
“I’m not going to end your career,” Gold says, “but you’re taking a couple steps back, sweetheart.”
Grabbing a shoulder and wrist, Mickey “helps” a reeling Zoe to her feet and, from the middle of the ring, whips her foe to the steel cables. Scott has just enough time to spin her back to the ropes and come roaring back at the bigger brunette. Planted and ready, Gold lifts the Dubai diva onto her shoulders via a grip under Zoe’s arm pits.
Coming to life, Scott has time to pound a couple right crosses into the jaw of the Gold Standard, but Mickey shakes them off enough to put her brace and Scott to the test. Mickey heaves Zoe HIGH above then sits out, guiding the exotique to a brutal face and chest-first splashdown with the Golden Ticket.
Golden Ticket
(http://www.youtube.com/watch? v=s4kulp89skQ )
The splattered Zoe flops to her back, providing an inviting gift Mickey accepts, diving on the demolished Scott for a glorious return with the…
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THRENOOO!
As Lamont stays put, biting her lip, wanting to help but not sure how it would go over, Zoe escapes the predicament on her own, shoving a shoulder no more than an inch off the mat. The observant Merle confirms with a hop to his feet and a ‘safe’ signal to the timekeeper.
Mickey can’t help but slap the deck in frustration, a victory on her first match back so very close. But the big leagues meant better competition than the Jungle and it’s becoming clear the rookie from the Emirates belongs.
Mickey tugs a flaccid Zoe up with her. Gathering the limp arms of the diva, the Gold Standard captures her foe’s limbs in a straightjacket grip while surrounding the rookie’s midriff with her arms. With Scott in her embrace, the crowd roars to its feet, ready to see Mickey’s famous ‘Going for the Gold’ Northern Lights Suplex, which would surely seal the deal.
Going for the Gold
(http://www.youtube.com/watch? v=bgoHUclyoBM ) with straightjacket grip
But before she can maneuver Zoe up and over, Scott grapevines a leg around Mickey’s to keep herself anchored. Mickey tries to force through but can’t manage and when she tries a third time, Scott rakes her nails across Mickey’s eyes. A blinded Gold howls in pain, a guttural groan quickly added when Scott lifts a knee, DRIVING it deep into the gut of the Gold Standard.
The crowd jeers vociferously as a doubled, teary -eyed Mickey stumbles away, one arm swaddling her aching tummy, the other rubbing at her peepers.
For his part, Merle guides the Dubai native away from the sightless Gold, scolding Zoe for going there. Unfortunately, Isobel doesn’t miss her opportunity. The buxom blonde climbs to the apron and jawjacks the blinded Mickey with a forearm that straightens Gold like a board, Mickey timbering to the deck like a felled tree from the force Lamont generates.
Shoving Merle aside, Zoe surges forward to capitalise on the opportunity. Perhaps slightly too fast, as she’s diving into a cover before her assistant has time to drop down off the apron. As a result the referee catches a quick glimpse of Lamont up there, eyes narrowing at the foul play, but he’s not quite quick enough to make a decision about that before Scott presses down on the stunned Gold Standard and loudly demands that Merle start counting…
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Gold kicks back into life, crunching her body up and reaching one hand around to wrap up one tanned leg. Before the Oil Baroness can work out quite what’s happened the slick Floridian rolls her over onto her back, keeping her legs cradled for…
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Thnoooooo!
It seems like the sudden reversal would be enough for the returning heroine, Scott somewhat disoriented and kicking weakly. But the Diva is able to recover her equilibrium and coordinate her efforts with a half-second to spare, punching one shoulder up off the matt to break the count. She still seems a little unsure what just happened though, rolling over to her front and reaching out towards her assistant while Gold races to her feet.
Before Scott’s reaching hand can meet her assistant’s she feels strong hands grabbing her boot and yanking backwards. Her overspilling chest is dragged roughly along the canvas for a few feet, but her protests quickly turn into a yowl as Gold wraps both arms around the ankle and torques sideways with all her strength!
GOLDEN ANKLE LOCK
www.youtube.com/watch? v=aAm1A9b_cJk
Immediately a wail escapes from Scott’s lips, but she bites down hard on it as Merle leaned down. “What do you say miss? Need me to end this?” He asked worriedly. It takes a second for Zoe to be sure that her words won’t betray her, but when she speaks there’s venom in her voice. “The…the only thing that’s going to…agh…that’s going to END tonight is this sneaky cripple’s career! Now get out of my way!”
Behind her Mickey raises her voice to address the hurting Diva. “You’ve spent a lot of time talking about my career tonight bytch. Right now all it would take is a little extra pressure and it’s you that’ll be on crutches!” To illustrate her point Gold widens her stance slightly and jerks savagely sideways on that captive limb, the extra torque bringing a second pained wail from Zoe.
At the side of the ring Lamont looks anxious but not as worried as might be expected given the dire straits her boss is in. Raising her voice a little to be heard over the baying crowd, the big Texan yells “C’mon Scotty, you’re better than her and you know the way out!” Scott can only growl in response, but her assistant’s words do seem to galvanise her.
Pressing up with both hands, Scott winces form the extra pressure from her new position but then tucks her head and uses that to roll forwards. In theory this would’ve been a perfect way out of the hold, but on the night of her glorious return the Gold Standard wasn’t going to be denied that easily. With exceptional athleticism the tawny Floridian launched forwards into a barrel roll of her own, coming up on her knees but with Scott’s ankle STILL trapped in her clutches!
“Not good enough girl!” Mickey yells triumphantly, clambering back to her feet with the ankle lock still cinched in. Scott’s hands are still desperately reaching out towards her assistant, but Lamont doesn’t return her gesture. Instead the fixer glances up at Merle, who looks suspiciously back, then opts to go for encouragement rather than intervention, just yelling “C’mon Zoe, make it to the ropes!”
“Get me out of here!” Scott demands to her assistant, hands clawing agonisingly in the blonde’s direction. Lamont glances at Merle again and calmly says “If I help you’ll get disqualified, but you can make the ropes yours…”. “STOP PRATTLING USELESS CRAP AND HELP MEEEE!!!” the Diva screeches, her last words descending into wails which are more music to Gold’s ears.
Lamont bites her lip and glances up at Merle again. “Don’t even think about it miss” he warns. Bel’s gaze falls back to Scott and a sudden smile crosses her face. “Sir, maybe you should stop worryin’ ‘bout me and start paying attention to your job,” she purrs, the referee glancing down and realising that Scott’s hand has reached the rope of her own accord. “BREAK!” he shouts, Gold giving a frustrated groan but releasing the hold quickly, hopping back to her feet and climbing up the nearby turnbuckle.
It doesn’t look like Scott has much energy left, clutching at her ankle and glaring daggers at her assistant after more than ninety seconds in the torturous hold. Luckily Lamont saves her again, yelling “LOOK OUT!” just in time. The Dubai Diva is juuust able to roll away in time to get out from underneath the plummeting Gold Standard and thus avoid the Floridian’s signature Gold Stamp!
Despite the pain in her ankle Scott still has the energy left to capitalise, using the ropes as a ladder to get to her feet, moving quite gingerly on that ankle. Mickey has just about recovered from her missed stomp when the Oil Baroness takes a few stuttering steps towards her and fires one hand out, open palm smashing into her forehead and driving her backwards and downwards.
SHOWSTOPPER
www.youtube.com/watch? v=8fYpDzPm9Iw
Sprawled in a damp heap on her front, Mickey doesn’t look like she’s going anywhere. Which is handy for the Dubai Diva as she’s looking pretty out of gas herself, leaning against the ropes and still massaging at that ankle. But she’s not using the pause to catch any breath, instead taking the opportunity to berate her assistant. “You are here to HELP ME!” Scott yells at a slightly hurt looking Lamont. “I don’t need someone to bleat encouragement, I want an assistant who can use everything in her power to help. So next time I need you, stop blathering at me and do your damn job!”
Turning away to cut off any response from Isobel, Zoe bends down and grabs two handfuls of chestnut hair, using it to haul Gold back to vertical. The Floridian is clearly still seeing stars but her instincts kick in anyway, reaching up and taking a twin grip of Scott’s wrists to try to secure her release. Unfortunately this leaves her unprotected in other areas and the Diva is quite to take advantage, her boot splitting Mickey’s wickets to land a heartless Low Blow.
Mickey has taken plenty of shots below the belt before, but after almost three years away from competitive wrestling she’s forgotten just how debilitating low blow can be. As such she doubles forwards and almost drops to her knees, her own private hell as her hands massage at the sickening pain in her center. Even Zoe looks slightly surprised at how effective the blow is, but that doesn’t stop her from slipping around behind the distracted gold standard and crouching down between her legs.
Zoe’s inserts her head between Gold’s throbbing thighs, crouching her legs underneath her and pressing up into the vertical lift which sets up her ‘Blessing’ finisher! It seems that the damage to Zoe’s ankle is taking it’s toll though, the Diva needing longer than usual to muscle Mickey into position. She gets there in the end though, a chorus of boos ringing out as Scott reaches up to secure the dangerous electric chair position and…
BLESSING
www.youtube.com/watch? v=laBClbEmKyQ
With a fraction of a second remaining before she’s dropped on her head Gold spurs into action, tucking her chin up and pressing forward with her legs. The impromptu victory roll still leaves her with a painful landing on her shoulders, but her noggin avoids any more damage and her momentum rolls her away from the shocked-looking Diva.
“JUST STAY DOWN!” Scott roars, making ti to her feet just as Gold does the same. Zoe’s immediately charging in, her hand raised for an unprecedented second Showstopper. But despite her tiredness and ring rust Mickey sees her coming, ducking smoothly under the strike and waiting on Scott’s six. As soon as the other brunette whirls around Gold reaches out to hook a three-quarter facelock and then drops heavily to her butt, causing a concussive impact between her shoulder and Scott’s jaw.
Gold’s finisher earns a huge roar from the capacity crowd and a tired looking fist pump from their favourite. Zoe is briefly sent back to standing by the impact but this doesn’t last long, the honey-tanned brunette ‘timber’ing backwards into a wet and motionless THUMP on the matt. Mickey dives on, hooking one leg and holding up her fingers to count along with the crowd as Merle slaps…
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THREEEEEE?
Or at least that’s what the crowd count. Merle is denied the opportunity as Lamont reaches under the ropes to grab Mickey’s ankle and haul back, dragging her off Zoe’s still form and out of the ring. Gold takes a second to process exactly what’s happened and then a huuuuge Standing Lariat from the blonde takes her off her feet and into a pile on the ringside matting. Bel turns around just tin time to see Merle waving the contest off and gesturing furiously to the timekeeper.
After costing her employer a disqualification loss, most people might have expected Lamont to look at least a little embarrassed. In fact Lamont didn’t look sheepish in the slightest. “Apologies, just following the boss’s orders,” she grows to Mickey, who’s so stunned by the combination of the circumstances and that lariat that she doesn’t give a response. But that is made up for by the noise coming from Zoe in the ring.
“YOU IDIOT!” she yells, Bel turning and regarding her stoically. “I had that win in the bag and you went and got me disqualified! What they hell were you thinking you stupid gorilla, now I’m…hey, she’s getting away!”
Indeed, Mickey Gold was back up on her feet and staggering away from the big blonde fixer. The look on her face made it clear that she wasn’t exactly thrilled about her comeback win arriving via DQ, but she still had a hard little smile on her face and the cheers from the fans nearby seemed to be helping her over any disappointment at the manner of victory. Despite her orders it seemed like lamont wasn’t too worried about letting her go, the token efforts to chase her coming to an end quickly when Gold staggered away from ringside and halfway up the ramp with a microphone in hand.
“I can’t pretend I’m happy to get a win by disqualification…” Gold’s amplified voice brought cheers of encouragement from the crowd, while the scowl on Zoe Scott’s face dissolved into full-on rage. “I didn’t want to win like that, but it turns out I do really enjoy beating up horrible spray-tanned brats!” This time the crowd’s roar was louder, and went on far longer as Zoe had a full-on tantrum in the ring.
As soon as she had some semblance of silence mickey continued. “So I’ve got a proposal for you, rich girl. How about we do this again without that handler of yours? Just me and you, and then you can take your beating like a…”
“GET THE HELL BACK HERE!” Zoe finally manages to grab a microphone and yells into it full bore. “GET THE HELL BACK AND TAKE YOUR…don’t you dare touch me!” Her rant is cut off by Lamont, stepping in front of her with both hands raised in supplication. “She’s offering you a rematch Scotty, lets just get out of here and you can beat her later.”
Zoe looks like she has more to say, but Gold doesn’t seem interested, having one final round of high fives with the crowds by the ramp and then disappearing back up through the curtain to celebrate her return and drown any frustrations over the nature of the victory. Back in the ring Scott still looks furious, launching a big overhand SLAP into her assistant’s jaw. But without anyone else to take out her frustrations she simply flounces out, sliding under the bottom rope and storming off up the ramp with the jeers of the crowds lingering in her ears.
Once held in as high a regard as one of FAWN’s top-of-the-card heavy hitters, former World Champion Veronica Treymane, Mickey Gold had been put on the shelf after a fierce battle where she’d been dethroned as Queen of The Jungle by the ferocious destroyer-class blonde.
The Pinstripe Powerhouse shredded Mickey’s groin muscles with a leg stretching Touch of Evil that was found later to have been taken a couple steps too far. Gold was forced to draw in the deep pungent breaths of Treymane’s undercarriage after her tearful surrender, only vaguely aware of how badly Veronica had fucked up her ravaged groin.
As Veronica enjoyed the throne she made of Mickey’s face, only one of the spoils of her victory, the other, her impending trip to the big leagues, the 24 Karat Stunner was carted off on a stretcher to leave Treymane to her glorious ending…and beginning.
Only the next day did Mickey find out the extent of her injury and that she’d be out of commission for six months. But the Golden Queen would have none of that prognosis.
The brunette hardbody got back to work with a vengeance on her rehab program and was well ahead of schedule.
Unfortunately, when Mickey was within two weeks of returning, two months ahead of time, and after having signed a contract to leave The Jungle behind to go FAWN full-time, she suffered a catastrophic knee blow out of both her left ACL and MCL while sparring.
Devastated physically, mentally and emotionally, it’s taken another three years of travel on the long, long road of recovery and redemption to get a no-contract, one-show shot at salvation.
Backstage, the nervousness is unmistakable on the face of Mickey. The raw emotion as obvious as the space age polymer heavily bracing her left knee. Still, Gold bounces on it and its companion, ready to take the final step of a thousand-mile journey onto a FAWN stage, her ears perking when she hears the ring announcer.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a 20-minute time limit. Introducing, from Gainesville Florida, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-four pounds. She is the Gold Standard, the 24 Karat Stunner and a former Jungle Champion, ladies and gentlemen please welcome back…MICKEY GOLD!”
MICKEY GOLD
The reaction is one of shock then a thunderous ovation from a crowd three times the size of the standard Bangor audience to which Gold is most accustomed. As the FAWNatics roar their approval with a chant of “WELCOME BACK”, strumming guitars and rat-a-tat of drums mark the up-tempo opening to New Politics’ ‘Yeah, Yeah, Yeah’.
Simultaneous with start of the lyrics, Mickey Gold bursts through the curtain and bounds halfway down the aisle before she slams on the brakes long enough to shout, “EVEN WHEN GOLD ISN’T ON THE LINE…” The champ throws her hands into the air and the FAWNatics finish for her. “PICK GOLD EVERY TIME!’
Dual columns of gold pyro explode behind her and go right on fizzling and crackling as she resumes her march to the ring, nary a hint of limp despite the considerable apparatus fortifying her formerly balky joint.
The athletic brunette sports sparkly gold hot pants, a matching sports bra, blue pads at elbow and knee with her black brace on the left, and black boots emblazoned with MG. And just because she remains determined to bring it back in style, Gold accented her outfit with a long-sleeved black poplin ring jacket that kept off the worst of the arena’s chill while still allowing the fans a healthy display of midriff.
Mickey strides down the aisle, slapping offered hands then extends the trip with a teary-eyed lap of the ring, offering high fives throughout.
Rising up the steps and sliding through the ropes, Gold shrugs the jacket off her shoulders, tosses it toward her corner, and takes center stage, reveling in the ovation that had been so long in coming since the fateful night she lost her Jungle belt to Treymane and nearly lost her entire career.
As her theme music dies away the announcer raises his microphone to his lips again. “And her opponent, she hails from Dubai, United Arab Emirates…” Mickey’s cheers are immediately replaced with boos as the crowd realise who’s facing her. “Standing at five feet and four inches of height and weighing in tonight at one hundred and seventeen pounds, she is the Spotlight Queen, the Ultimate Diva and the Best Thing that Ever Happened to FAWN…ZOE SCOTT!”
ALL OF THE LIGHTS! https://www. youtube.com/watch?v= HAfFfqiYLp0?t=1m6s
The arena goes dark except for five spotlights converging at the top of the ramp. Into that glowing pool walks a woman wearing a waist-length cream leather jacket and some expensive-looking shades with Cartier branding. She raises both hands and ‘pops’ a flashbulb with each, the cue for the lights to strobe back on in a frenzy of colour and flashes. The only consistent illumination is that spotlight which follows her swagger down to the ring.
ZOE SCOTT
Reaching ringside and ascending the ropes, Scott shrugs off that jacket to reveal her regular grey Calvin Klein-style two piece, cut low at the top to show acres of hone-tanned cleavage and high at the hips to show off a good inch of equally bronzed derriere. A thin golden belt accents the curve of her waist and is matched by her elbow and knee pads, while her black sneakers show prominent Y-3 branding. Zoe removes those fancy shades and places them on top of the jacket, holding both out behind her.
A previously unseen hand reaches out of the darkness to take them. As the ring lights come back on they reveal the figure of Scott’s assistant Isobel Lamont, who must have walked down behind her boss without ever encroaching on the spotlight. Lamont was clad in her usual skin-tight jeans, cowboy boots and black strappy top which couldn’t quite hide the bounteous curves of her body. A black snapback did a similarly poor job of covering the mane of golden-blonde curls which tumbled down her back. Without a word the Texan took those expensive accessories and headed to a seat by the announcers desk, while her employer turned to focus on her opponent for the evening.
ISOBEL LAMONT
In the ring Zoe faced her returning opponent. “First of all, I’d like to get the number of whoever’s doing your PR.” The Oil Baroness’s tone was friendly, although the jeers from the FAWNatics made it clear to Mickey that she shouldn’t take it on face value. “Everyone loves a sob story! What a brilliant way to distract from you being a loser. The only problem is that things have changed around here whilst you were off tending your boo-boo.”
Despite the layoff and the emotion of the evening Mickey still had a champion’s blood running through her veins, and part of that was composure. Which was why she stayed calm and stayed lounging against the buckles. “Oh really?” she asked “now you mention it there certainly do seem to be a lot more spray tanned loudmouths than I remember.”
Scott scowled at her but carried on regardless. “To be honest, for the first two years nothing very interesting happened. That Capone fetishist who ripped your legs up got overhyped for a while, but that’s about it. But then last year I arrived and now you’re just not relevant any more. What I’m trying to say is that you had your moment, but it’s passed you by, and now you should hobble back up that ramp before you get hurt again.”
Pressing out from her corner, Gold moved to the centre of the ring and put her hands on her hips. “Thanks for the update!” she chirped with mock gratitude. “There’s something else I’m a bit confused by. You’re clearly one of those Real Housewives of wherever. When does an actual wrestler come out?” Scott’s scowl deepened. “Listen cripple, I’m going to…”
“I’ve done enough listening and too much waiting.” Mickey raised one hand out in front and beckoned with the other. “Either waddle those implants over here and wrestle me or get the hell out of my ring.” The other brunette was still spluttering about the rudeness of being interrupted, but she stormed out to the middle and ‘smecked’ into a collar-and-elbow which Gold enthusiastically joined.
Immediately it was apparent that Mickey hadn’t lost any strength in her time away from the ring, forcing the smaller brunette into one backwards step and then another. Quickly realising that resistance was futile, Scott switched tactics, breaking half of the tie-up to slip around to one side. One expensive looking sneaker swished through the air, aiming to sweep Gold’s previously injured limb, but the former champ simply lifted that leg up and pivoted to the side, burying a knee into Zoe’s tanned midriff.
A small ‘oof’ noise escaped the Oil Baroness and she swiftly backpedalled, looking to regroup. Gold didn’t give her the chance though, striding after her and snatching a handful of hair. Her other arm came up to deliver a stiff forearm smash to Scott’s jaw. Momentarily stunned, Zoe could do nothing to prevent the slick former champ from slipping behind her and hooking in a tight waistlock.
“What was that you were saying about me being left behind?” Gold cooed, earning an angry hiss from Zoe. “Seems to me that you’re the one who can’t keep up!” Scott gave up on trying to pry the arms form aorudn her waist and instead launched a wild back elbow which caught Mickey unawares and smashed into her cheekbone. In response she raised a quick kneelift into the Dubai girl’s tanned glutes, earning a grunt of pain and frustration and a second back elbow which caught her a glancing blow to the temple.
Buzzing with the adrenaline of finally being back in a FAWN ring, Gold decided that she wasn’t happy just trading shots with the brat. Instead she put both hands on the tanned expanse of Scott’s back and gave a big shove, sending the exotique stumbling forward towards the ropes. Zoe managed to set her feet and turn into the strands before an embarrassing chest-first collusion, but this only fired her back to where Mickey was waiting. The grinning brunette raised one arm up to deliver a quickfire clothesline to the onrushing Diva.
Scott was thrown down to her back by the strike and scrambled straight back up again, only to suffer round two when Mickey darted back off the opposite ropes and hit a big running forearm which sent her rocking back. This time Zoe stayed on her feet, but before she could set them Gold leaped into a gorgeous standing dropkick which sent the smaller woman reeling backwards into the ropes.
Catapulted forwards once more by those springy strands, Scott went with the momentum and charged back at the waiting Gold Standard, one arm raised and apparently looking to pay back that clotheslines with one of her own. Unfortunately for her Mickey was just too quick, ducking under the swinging limb and hooking it from over her head. One gold-clad leg slid behind Zoe and a good push sent her tripping backwards, Mickey keeping hold of that arm and leg to keep the smaller woman’s shoulders on the matt as merle dropped to count.
ROLLING LEG HOOK
www.youtube. com/watch?v=pJgGntFzLBs
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At the last possible second Scott regained her bearings and kicked her legs out, flopping herself over onto one side and breaking the count. She didn’t stop there either, barrel rolling over to one corner and hurriedly grabbing the ropes while screeching “Get her away from me!”
Merle stepped forwards just in case, but it didn’t seem like Mickey was interested in pursuing, at least for the moment. Instead the Gold Standard raised both arm up and out into a T-shape, head tilted back slightly as she bathed in the adulation of her comeback crowd. But the noise changed suddenly from adulation to warning as Scott dashed towards her, looking to catch the returning beauty by surprise.
Instinctively Gold’s hands came up to guard her face, which would have worked out great except that Scott’s aim was considerably lower. She dived forwards into a low shoulderblock which drove her full weight into Mickey’s surgically repaired knee! The motion was enough to send the brunette sprawling backwards, but the way she rolled out of the impact and immediately clutched at that joint had the audience worried about a recurrence of her injury.
Worry was the last thing on Zoe Scott’s mind though. Instead the vengeful jetsetter scrambled over to the prone Gold Standard and swung one leg over into a mount. Mickey immediately started writhing to escape, only for Zoe to slam a pair of clubbing forearms into the hurting Floridian’s tits.
“How’s that feel, cripple?” Zoe sneered, “all the slippery stuff doesn’t matter a thing if you’ve only got one knee. Now like I said, why don’t you tell Earl here that you’re outmatched and hobble back out of my ring before you get even more hURGGGH YEOOOW!”
As soon as she realised that the Oil Baroness hadn’t actually done any real damage to her knee Mickey swung up one arm and THWAPPED the forearm into Zoe’s overflowing décolletage. A second hand flew up, this one shaped into a claw to dig into the sensetive flesh. Scott screeched and reared back like a scalded cat, abandoning her mount and jerking away to tend to her hurting chest. Scrambling up behind her, Gold grabbed one arm and used it as a lever to swing the other brunette around and send her into a forced run towards the corner. Zoe managed to turn at the last second, her spine ‘bwung’ing in against the turnbuckles.
It didn’t look like the Diva was in any rush to come out from the corner, still tending to her hurting chest. Mickey grinned and raise her voice to the crowd. “LOOKS LIKE FAWN IS GETTING A GOLD RUSH!” she yelled, earning a roaring response from the FAWNatics as she charged off looking to hit one of her signature moves.
Flying across the ring, Mickey raised one arm and cocked the elbow ready to crush the Dubai Diva against the buckles. And she stayed fully committed to that plan until the very last second when Scott suddenly shifted her stance a little and thrust out the heel of her palm. With no time to stop, Gold took the signature strike full in the face, her head whipping backwards onto the matt.
SHOWSTOPPER
https:// www.youtube.com/watch?v= icCnruwjVjg
“THAT’S WHAT YOU GET!” Zoe roared down at the stunned brunette at her feet. She flicked out a boot, burying to toe in Mickey’s ribs and forcing the former champ to roll over onto her front. A second stomp was driven into her lower back, then she reached down to yank on one of the Floridian's arms out to one side. A quick stomp to the elbow brought a groan from Mickey, Scott hauling up on that captured limb to lever the larger woman back to unsteady feet.
Still seeing stars after the momentum-shifting palm strike, Gold tried tugging on that captured arm and sought to get away from the other brunette. She was starting to do just that when Zoe’s sneaker flew up between her legs and into that gold-clad undercarriage. Mickey let out a sob and sagged at the knees, leaving her easy prey as Scott looped the trapped limb behind her back, hooked onto her waistband and bridged up and backwards.
TURNBUCKLE HAMMERLOCK SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/ watch?v=cEdIWafCV5A
Landing with her full weight on that twisted arm was bad enough, for Mickey, but things got even worse as both legs swung down hard into the bottom turnbuckle. The whipping impact brought a visible wince from Merle and a concerned ‘oooooh’ from the crowds at ringside, all those present worried about the effects of such a nasty collusion on that surgically repaired limb.
Mickey herself didn’t notice any of this concern, she was too busy frantically grasping at the effected joint and hoping that the pain she felt was just from impact rather than injury. Her worries were added to no end when Scott’s hands reached down to snatch her arm again.
“I could end your career tonight, you overhyped cripple,” Scott hissed, pulling Mickey’s hand out to it’s full reach and trapping it between her tanned thighs. “I could be breaking your knee right now and there’s nothing you coud do to stop me.” Zoe’s hands laced under Gold’s chin, tugging back to cinch in a nasty crossface lock.
“Instead, I’m being kind. Submit to me right now and I won’t even hurt that leg any more. Understand, you ungrateful has-been? I’m willing to let you walk out of this arena under your own power, as long as you tap that mat!”
ARM TRAP CROSSFACE
https://www. youtube.com/watch?v=OViqeuDC39
As the crowd groans at the sight of Zoe trying to wrench Mickey’s head off her shoulders, Isobel leading herself in a one-woman ovation for her employer, Merle drops in front of Gold’s chiseled cheekbones and asks the returnee if she wants to give in. The only way the former Queen of the Jungle can respond is to wave her free arm. The ref responds in kind, letting the momentarily relieved FAWNatics know she’s still in the fight.
As Mickey groans in anguish, the dark-haired exotique from the Emirates works Gold over like a part-time job, not just to submit her foe and win the match, but for the clear enjoyment of being in control. Placing her right palm around Scott’s joined hands, Mickey tries to pry herself loose, but the Oil Baroness won’t have it.
“I said TAP!” Scott shouts.
When Gold holds on for another half-dozen seconds without doing so, the beauty from Dubai releases, a look of disgust on her face. Zoe turns to the assembled.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn her,” she bellows as she rises.
Spinning back to a slowly ascending Mickey, the Ultimate Diva drags her foe up from all fours, quickly pressing her gurls tight to Gold’s shoulderblades, her pelvis to Mickey’s glutes, as her arms wrap around the prodigal daughter’s midriff.
“You should have stayed gone,” Scott informs, cinching her hug tighter and lifting Mickey’s legs off the deck.
Genuflecting, Zoe drops Gold’s crotch atop her posted knee with a reverse atomic drop and Mickey hops off from the force of the impact, hands buried between her thighs even before her feet return to the canvas. Knock-kneed, face etched in pain, Gold tries to waddle away, while Isobel smirks from the sideline. A good night for her boss meant a good night for her.
Behind her, Zoe is back to vertical, grabbing at her junk with both hands, mocking Mickey’s honest agony. Scott taps Gold on the shoulder and a debilitated Mickey spins with a weakened clothesline. Zoey skilfully ducks underneath, grabbing the arm as she does, tugging Mickey into a front facelock that just as quickly morphs into a spinning neckbreaker that PLANTS the brunette to the thinly-sheathed plywood with authority.
Arm Trap Neckbreaker
(http://www.youtube.com/watch? v=hrrcIbgMW4Y )
The Ultimate Diva dives on her waylaid foe with a crossbody pin and keeps the Gold Standard plastered to the canvas for the…
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Mickey isn’t about to go down without more of a fight and she throws a shoulder up with a tick to spare, even if her dark eyes are more than a little cloudy from the beating Zoe is dishing out.
Scott sits next to Gold as the once-upon-a-time Jungle champion rolls to her chest, pushes to all fours and shakes her drooping noggin, trying to rattle some senses back into place. Zoe shakes her head knowingly.
“Better than Treymane, amirite?” she asks to no one in particular, though several fans in the front row shout out an emphatic ‘NO’.
The Oil Baroness turns up her nose at the sleight coming from Orlando’s great unwashed, more interested in making Mickey’s return a nightmare instead of a dream.
The Dubai Diva kips to her feet and takes a stroll around the ring, waiting for the flagging Mickey to make her way to vertical. Scott stops in front of her corner and demands Isobel create a cool breeze for her. A sheepish Lamont makes like Zoe’s personal fan, waving up and down and side to side to refresh her boss as best she can.
Apparently appropriately cooled, if not chilled, Zoe strides to her foe as Gold pushes to a wobbly stance and spins to find her opponent. As she does, Zoe stomps her left boot in preparation and shoots a lightning superkick toward Mickey’s chin. Gold weaves her noggin out of the impact zone as she drops to her palms and sweeps her right leg through the ankle of Scott’s planted foot.
The Best Thing Ever is cut down like wheat in a field, landing hard on her back. As the startled Zoe flops to her chest and starts to scramble, Gold mounts her lower spine in a forward facing straddle and slams her derriere into the base of the brunette’s backbone, dropping a grimacing Scott to the deck. The Dubai Diva rises again to hands and knees, only for Mickey to repeat the process, barreling her bum into Zoe’s lower vertebrae. It takes a third THUMP for Scott to get the message and remain flat to the canvas, reaching an arm around to rub at her aching back.
But the Gold Standard is most definitely not through. Slipping further down Zoe’s frame, Mickey scoops up Scott’s left ankle with both hands and snakes her biceps and triceps around them. Ankle locked between her limbs, Gold twists like she’s trying to unscrew Scott’s foot from the rest of her leg and the previously cheery exotique is bawling, tugging at her long dark locks to spread the pain.
A concerned Lamont tells Zoe to dig her nails into the canvas instead of her mane. An agonized Z screams at the busty blonde to “SHUT UP” but, nevertheless, she follows the sound advice and slowly tugs her way to the ropes, wrapping a palm around the bottom rope and shrieking for Merle to stop the Golden Torture.
Mickey releases Scott’s leg but only after lifting the captured limb HIGH and throwing it down, Zoe’s knee bouncing hard into the thinly-covered plywood. Pulling her tender limb tight, the Oil Baroness hugs the cable like it’s her best and only friend, motioning Merle to keep the hovering Mickey away.
Gold shows the patience of a saint as a wincing Zoe rises slowly with the help of the ropes and limps along the length of the ring, progressively putting a little more weight on her injured stem UNTIL she shoots the leg like lightning with a super kick toward Mickey’s jaw.
But she comes up EMPTY a second time, Gold plucking the leg out of thin air before it can reach the target. She forces a pleading Zoe to hop to center stage, then throws the lower limb away like a pendulum, the leg sweeping through in the opposite direction and the momentum taking Scott off her feet altogether, falling forward into a face first collision with the canvas.
A cursing Zoe’s hands fly to her beak, a nasally “YOU BYTCH!” emerging muffled from between her fingers.
The Gold Standard seems unconcerned if the brat needs another nose job, grabbing a wrist and shoulder and reeling the Dubai beauty to her feet. Facing in opposite directions, Zoe stooped, Mickey wraps her arms around the midriff of her foe from the back side and shows off the surprising power that obviously still remains in the Gold Standard, Mickey vaulting Scott up and over with a gutwrench suplex that SPLATTERS Scott to the deck with a ring-rattling conclusion.
Gutwrench Suplex
(http://www.youtube.com/watch? v=hrrcIbgMW4Y )
A gobsmacked Zoe spreads in a starfish, glassy eyes staring blankly at the rafters as Mickey scrambles atop her in a tight lateral press for the…
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Groans from the crowd as Scott bucks her hips and back upwards off the matt, breaking the pin as Merle’s hand begins its third descent. Mickey briefly takes a second to hold up three hopeful fingers, receiving a shake of the head from the referee, but she’s quick to refocus any frustration on the woozy Jetsetter, hooking a facelock to yank the woozy brunette to her feet, neck and head bent forwards by Gold’s grip.
“If you’re not ready to go quietly I’m going to have to discipline you.” Mickeys tone is mocking, but there’s nothing funny about the way she hauls Scott back up, this time in what looks like an orthodox front suplex position. Halfway through the lift Gold stalls, holding her squirming burden steady for just a second then tossing her weight back the other way, dropping to one knee as she does so. Zoe’s tanned tummy comes down with a wet-sounding THWUMP onto one golden kneepad, the Diva making a gulping noise as her innards are impacted.
SUPLEX-LIFTED GUTBUSTER
https://www. youtube.com/watch?v= 1qtT5K78pbw
Sprawled across Gold’s knee like a naughty child, Zoe presents a tempting target which the bigger brunette can’t quite resist. Raising one hand to the sky she yells “Count with me, Orlando!” and then brings that paddle down onto Scott’s tanned rump with a loud crack! The Oil Baroness lets out a wail and starts squirming even more, but Mickey holds her in place with her free arm and swings again as the crowd happily chant “ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIBOOOOOO”.
The jeers come when Scott is finally able to wriggle her way off her perch, rolling across the matt while both hands drop to massage her reddening cheeks. Mickey can’t quite hide the grin from her face as she stands up and raises her slappin’ hand high to raucous cheers from her fans, which only serve to aggravate the Diva even more. She rolls out under the ring ropes and slips to the floor, slapping angrily at the matting in a brief but extremely childish tantrum.
Isobel Lamont is quickly around the ring to tend to her. She holds out a hand to help her boss up only for Scott to slap it away, clearly not quite done with her tantrum. Lamont doesn’t seem the slightest bit surprised by the reaction, couching down while Zoe switches between tending to that hurting knee and massaging the red on her derriere. “Telling her to quit isn’t working Scotty!” Isobel whispers, “You’re going to have to…”
“DON’T YOU DARE TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” Lamont backs away slightly from her boss, Zoe rising and staggering after her with a finger raised accusingly. “I know exactly how I’m going to beat this cripple and I don’t need your help to WHOULLLFFF!”
Bored of waiting, Mickey dashes to the far ropes and returns at full speed. That momentum carries her into a gorgeous Suicide Dive through the ropes. Lamont’s instinctive duck is enough to get her away from the crash site but Zoe isn’t as lucky, the flying Floridian’s shoulder pancaking her chest and sending her sprawling backwards. The Dubai girl comes to rest against the crowd barrier while Gold pops to her feet looking extremely pleased with herself.
Any plans she might have of following up are swiftly derailed though, Lamont intercepting her march towards the downed Diva and giving a hard shove which sends her staggering back to the apron. “Back off Gold” the fixer growls, “get back in the ring before something bad happens.” It looks briefly like Mickey might want to test that theory, but with Merles count reaching “EIGHT!” she hops back up and climbs through the ropes. Behind her Bel scoops her discombobulated boss up and puts her in a seat on the apron, keeping a close watch in case Gold tries to take advantage of the vulnerable position. “Don’t take her lightly Scotty, she’s a real fighter. Keep her on the matt if you ca...”
“Shut up and get out of my way Bel, you’re meant to be watching my things.” Scott reaches out a hand and gives her employee an extremely disrespectful pie-face, Lamont swaying backwards and looking surprised. Zoe doesn’t pay any attention to that though, dropping to her back and rolling under the bottom rope.
Before the Dubai girl has even made it to her feet Gold is on top of her, charging in looking to deliver a knee. Unfortunately for the resurgent brunette it seems that Scott is one step ahead, scrambling forwards and lashing out a quick-n-dirty low kick which catches the charging Gold Standard right on her surgically repaired knee. She shrieks and staggers backwards while Scott rises in front of her. With a sneer the Oil Baroness raises that same leg again, this time THUMPING a short, brutal kneestrike between the Floridian’s legs.
Mickey’s mouth forms into an ‘O’ of shock and pain, knees suddenly knocking after the sickening strike. With her hands busy massaging her centre she’s powerless to stop Scott from wrapping around her neck and pulling her head forward, powering another kneestrike up into her nose! Gold’s head reels back from the strike but Scott keeps a tight hold, transitioning around to the bigger brunette’s side and snatching one hand around that hurt knee. The Gold Standard’s only response is to weakly say ‘nooooo’ as she’s lifted up into the air and then dropped with her full weight falling onto that weakened knee!
FRONT SHINBREAKER
https://www. youtube.com/watch?v= DMsto4gt5k4
The audience’s boos reach a crescendo at the Diva’s treatment of that surgically repaired joint, and even Isobel looked a little shocked at her boss’s viciousness. But is Zoe was even slightly bothered about the jeer she didn’t show it, instead sweeping up that injured limb and pressing it down over Mickey’s prone body into a tight pin. Merle seemed to be worried about hat knee too; it took him longer than usual to get in place. But as soon as he does he’s back to being professional, checking Gold’s shoulders and then slapping for…
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A burst of energy powers Mickey out of the pin, but she’s in a bad way, still clutching reflexively at that rehabilitated knee and trying to assess whether the pain is a re-injury or just shock. Before she can properly investigate the limb is snatched out of her control, Scott grabbing her boot and using it to stretch the leg out before firing a short kick into the back of Gold’s knee.
“Remember when you did your tawdry little count?” Scott hisses, voice full of fury, “Well now I’m going to count how long it takes to end your career.” Her foot swings again, thwapping another nasty kick into the meat of Gold’s knee. “ONE!” the Diva yells over the rising audience jeers, bringing her boot back again for “TWO! THREE! FOUR!” Mickey’s wails get louder every time until the vengeful brunette shouts “EIGHT!” which seems to satisfy her, swinging that captured limb down to SLAM into the matt.
Despite Zoe’s threats Mickey doesn’t think she’s re-injured her gam, but there’s no doubt the joint is feeling extremely tender. And she’s so consumed in tending to the joint that she’s powerless to prevent Zoe from grabbing her around the neck again and lifting up. This time she barely makes it past her knees, the Oil Baroness hooking a facelock and dropping to a nasty but effective Snap DDT which drives Gold into a face-first somersault on the matt and leaves her dazed on her back.
Which is apparently exactly where Zoe Scott wants her. Spitting “Stay down!” at the prone Gold Standard, Scott stomps to the nearest corner and uses the ropes to vault to the top turnbuckle. A quick glance over her shoulder is enough to confirm that Mickey isn’t about to move anywhere, then the Diva stand slightly shakily to her full height and tosses herself backwards!
DIVING MOONSAULT
https://www. youtube.com/watch?v= WPnTxtz49Lc&spfreload=5
Mickey looks in a daze, staring blankly at the rafters as Scott soars above her splayed frame before dropping toward a crushing splash across the midriff of the Gold Standard. Playing possum or coming to in time, Gold manages to roll out of the impact zone at the last second.
Zoe CRASHES to earth, hitting nothing but empty canvas. She hits with incredible force, bouncing up to her haunches. The brunette hugs her body like she’s trying to keep her internal organs in place. On the outside, Isobel holds her head in disbelief and discouragement over the turn of events.
The buxom blonde seems to consider grabbing Mickey by an ankle and dragging her out of the ring, but Merle’s eagle eye keeps her from doing it, that and the hell she’d receive from the Oil Baroness if she got Zoe disqualified.
Left to her recuperative powers, the prodigal daughter slowly pushes to her feet, wobbly and wincing, particularly when she puts weight on the braced left leg. Gold is mobile if not agile. She grabs Zoe by her dark locks and tugs the Dubai diva off her knees to vertical, then bullying her foe to a neutral corner. Switching her grip to a wrist, Mickey flings Scott across the canvas with enough strength Zoe turns and flies into the opposite buckles, connecting with a body-jarring collision.
With the brat still upright, Gold decides to test her aching limb and beats her feet across the squared circle. Despite the obvious pain, she shows no structural damage in making it across at a reasonable speed, fast enough to leap into her Gold Rush, a jumping corner clothesline that sends her extended right arm THUMPING into Zoe’s chest.
Gold Rush (http://www.youtube.com/watch? v=teVz2BSPLAo )
As Scott staggers to the middle where she falls to all fours, Mickey forces a smile at the crowd through the continued pain from her aching joint. She hangs out on her makeshift hammock for a few extra ticks to let her leg have a little more recovery time before sweeping back into the ring and tracking down her foe.
Mickey picks up some steam before burying a right kick to the ribs of the Oil Baroness, sending Zoe barrel rolling to her back, spreading out on the canvas and cursing as she favors her injured side. With Scott floored, Mickey takes a load off, dropping slowly to her foe’s side. She slides perpendicular to the Dubai native, grasping onto Zoe’s dark mane and lifting Scott’s noggin enough to slide her left leg underneath.
The Gold Standard lifts and SLAMS her right leg down into Scott’s chest several times before moving to her throat, Mickey’s signature Gator Chomp mid-meal. Zoe spasms from the heavy guillotine-like blows of Gold’s pounding stem then pries desperately when Mickey finally clamps down with a headscissors around Zoe’s braincase, her thighs pressing tight to Zoe’s temples, determined to squeeze the fight out of the brat from the Emirates.
Mickey lifts on her palms as she tries to create as much crushing power as possible out of her locked legs. Zoe’s blushing features shows how effective Mickey’s scissors is becoming. Her prying useless, an increasingly anxious Zoe scores her nails down the right thigh of her foe. As the welts blossom, a yelping Gold opens and scrambles to her feet.
Growling, she circles the huffing Scott in a lessening limp.
“I’m not going to end your career,” Gold says, “but you’re taking a couple steps back, sweetheart.”
Grabbing a shoulder and wrist, Mickey “helps” a reeling Zoe to her feet and, from the middle of the ring, whips her foe to the steel cables. Scott has just enough time to spin her back to the ropes and come roaring back at the bigger brunette. Planted and ready, Gold lifts the Dubai diva onto her shoulders via a grip under Zoe’s arm pits.
Coming to life, Scott has time to pound a couple right crosses into the jaw of the Gold Standard, but Mickey shakes them off enough to put her brace and Scott to the test. Mickey heaves Zoe HIGH above then sits out, guiding the exotique to a brutal face and chest-first splashdown with the Golden Ticket.
Golden Ticket
(http://www.youtube.com/watch? v=s4kulp89skQ )
The splattered Zoe flops to her back, providing an inviting gift Mickey accepts, diving on the demolished Scott for a glorious return with the…
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THRENOOO!
As Lamont stays put, biting her lip, wanting to help but not sure how it would go over, Zoe escapes the predicament on her own, shoving a shoulder no more than an inch off the mat. The observant Merle confirms with a hop to his feet and a ‘safe’ signal to the timekeeper.
Mickey can’t help but slap the deck in frustration, a victory on her first match back so very close. But the big leagues meant better competition than the Jungle and it’s becoming clear the rookie from the Emirates belongs.
Mickey tugs a flaccid Zoe up with her. Gathering the limp arms of the diva, the Gold Standard captures her foe’s limbs in a straightjacket grip while surrounding the rookie’s midriff with her arms. With Scott in her embrace, the crowd roars to its feet, ready to see Mickey’s famous ‘Going for the Gold’ Northern Lights Suplex, which would surely seal the deal.
Going for the Gold
(http://www.youtube.com/watch? v=bgoHUclyoBM ) with straightjacket grip
But before she can maneuver Zoe up and over, Scott grapevines a leg around Mickey’s to keep herself anchored. Mickey tries to force through but can’t manage and when she tries a third time, Scott rakes her nails across Mickey’s eyes. A blinded Gold howls in pain, a guttural groan quickly added when Scott lifts a knee, DRIVING it deep into the gut of the Gold Standard.
The crowd jeers vociferously as a doubled, teary -eyed Mickey stumbles away, one arm swaddling her aching tummy, the other rubbing at her peepers.
For his part, Merle guides the Dubai native away from the sightless Gold, scolding Zoe for going there. Unfortunately, Isobel doesn’t miss her opportunity. The buxom blonde climbs to the apron and jawjacks the blinded Mickey with a forearm that straightens Gold like a board, Mickey timbering to the deck like a felled tree from the force Lamont generates.
Shoving Merle aside, Zoe surges forward to capitalise on the opportunity. Perhaps slightly too fast, as she’s diving into a cover before her assistant has time to drop down off the apron. As a result the referee catches a quick glimpse of Lamont up there, eyes narrowing at the foul play, but he’s not quite quick enough to make a decision about that before Scott presses down on the stunned Gold Standard and loudly demands that Merle start counting…
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Gold kicks back into life, crunching her body up and reaching one hand around to wrap up one tanned leg. Before the Oil Baroness can work out quite what’s happened the slick Floridian rolls her over onto her back, keeping her legs cradled for…
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Thnoooooo!
It seems like the sudden reversal would be enough for the returning heroine, Scott somewhat disoriented and kicking weakly. But the Diva is able to recover her equilibrium and coordinate her efforts with a half-second to spare, punching one shoulder up off the matt to break the count. She still seems a little unsure what just happened though, rolling over to her front and reaching out towards her assistant while Gold races to her feet.
Before Scott’s reaching hand can meet her assistant’s she feels strong hands grabbing her boot and yanking backwards. Her overspilling chest is dragged roughly along the canvas for a few feet, but her protests quickly turn into a yowl as Gold wraps both arms around the ankle and torques sideways with all her strength!
GOLDEN ANKLE LOCK
www.youtube.com/watch? v=aAm1A9b_cJk
Immediately a wail escapes from Scott’s lips, but she bites down hard on it as Merle leaned down. “What do you say miss? Need me to end this?” He asked worriedly. It takes a second for Zoe to be sure that her words won’t betray her, but when she speaks there’s venom in her voice. “The…the only thing that’s going to…agh…that’s going to END tonight is this sneaky cripple’s career! Now get out of my way!”
Behind her Mickey raises her voice to address the hurting Diva. “You’ve spent a lot of time talking about my career tonight bytch. Right now all it would take is a little extra pressure and it’s you that’ll be on crutches!” To illustrate her point Gold widens her stance slightly and jerks savagely sideways on that captive limb, the extra torque bringing a second pained wail from Zoe.
At the side of the ring Lamont looks anxious but not as worried as might be expected given the dire straits her boss is in. Raising her voice a little to be heard over the baying crowd, the big Texan yells “C’mon Scotty, you’re better than her and you know the way out!” Scott can only growl in response, but her assistant’s words do seem to galvanise her.
Pressing up with both hands, Scott winces form the extra pressure from her new position but then tucks her head and uses that to roll forwards. In theory this would’ve been a perfect way out of the hold, but on the night of her glorious return the Gold Standard wasn’t going to be denied that easily. With exceptional athleticism the tawny Floridian launched forwards into a barrel roll of her own, coming up on her knees but with Scott’s ankle STILL trapped in her clutches!
“Not good enough girl!” Mickey yells triumphantly, clambering back to her feet with the ankle lock still cinched in. Scott’s hands are still desperately reaching out towards her assistant, but Lamont doesn’t return her gesture. Instead the fixer glances up at Merle, who looks suspiciously back, then opts to go for encouragement rather than intervention, just yelling “C’mon Zoe, make it to the ropes!”
“Get me out of here!” Scott demands to her assistant, hands clawing agonisingly in the blonde’s direction. Lamont glances at Merle again and calmly says “If I help you’ll get disqualified, but you can make the ropes yours…”. “STOP PRATTLING USELESS CRAP AND HELP MEEEE!!!” the Diva screeches, her last words descending into wails which are more music to Gold’s ears.
Lamont bites her lip and glances up at Merle again. “Don’t even think about it miss” he warns. Bel’s gaze falls back to Scott and a sudden smile crosses her face. “Sir, maybe you should stop worryin’ ‘bout me and start paying attention to your job,” she purrs, the referee glancing down and realising that Scott’s hand has reached the rope of her own accord. “BREAK!” he shouts, Gold giving a frustrated groan but releasing the hold quickly, hopping back to her feet and climbing up the nearby turnbuckle.
It doesn’t look like Scott has much energy left, clutching at her ankle and glaring daggers at her assistant after more than ninety seconds in the torturous hold. Luckily Lamont saves her again, yelling “LOOK OUT!” just in time. The Dubai Diva is juuust able to roll away in time to get out from underneath the plummeting Gold Standard and thus avoid the Floridian’s signature Gold Stamp!
Despite the pain in her ankle Scott still has the energy left to capitalise, using the ropes as a ladder to get to her feet, moving quite gingerly on that ankle. Mickey has just about recovered from her missed stomp when the Oil Baroness takes a few stuttering steps towards her and fires one hand out, open palm smashing into her forehead and driving her backwards and downwards.
SHOWSTOPPER
www.youtube.com/watch? v=8fYpDzPm9Iw
Sprawled in a damp heap on her front, Mickey doesn’t look like she’s going anywhere. Which is handy for the Dubai Diva as she’s looking pretty out of gas herself, leaning against the ropes and still massaging at that ankle. But she’s not using the pause to catch any breath, instead taking the opportunity to berate her assistant. “You are here to HELP ME!” Scott yells at a slightly hurt looking Lamont. “I don’t need someone to bleat encouragement, I want an assistant who can use everything in her power to help. So next time I need you, stop blathering at me and do your damn job!”
Turning away to cut off any response from Isobel, Zoe bends down and grabs two handfuls of chestnut hair, using it to haul Gold back to vertical. The Floridian is clearly still seeing stars but her instincts kick in anyway, reaching up and taking a twin grip of Scott’s wrists to try to secure her release. Unfortunately this leaves her unprotected in other areas and the Diva is quite to take advantage, her boot splitting Mickey’s wickets to land a heartless Low Blow.
Mickey has taken plenty of shots below the belt before, but after almost three years away from competitive wrestling she’s forgotten just how debilitating low blow can be. As such she doubles forwards and almost drops to her knees, her own private hell as her hands massage at the sickening pain in her center. Even Zoe looks slightly surprised at how effective the blow is, but that doesn’t stop her from slipping around behind the distracted gold standard and crouching down between her legs.
Zoe’s inserts her head between Gold’s throbbing thighs, crouching her legs underneath her and pressing up into the vertical lift which sets up her ‘Blessing’ finisher! It seems that the damage to Zoe’s ankle is taking it’s toll though, the Diva needing longer than usual to muscle Mickey into position. She gets there in the end though, a chorus of boos ringing out as Scott reaches up to secure the dangerous electric chair position and…
BLESSING
www.youtube.com/watch? v=laBClbEmKyQ
With a fraction of a second remaining before she’s dropped on her head Gold spurs into action, tucking her chin up and pressing forward with her legs. The impromptu victory roll still leaves her with a painful landing on her shoulders, but her noggin avoids any more damage and her momentum rolls her away from the shocked-looking Diva.
“JUST STAY DOWN!” Scott roars, making ti to her feet just as Gold does the same. Zoe’s immediately charging in, her hand raised for an unprecedented second Showstopper. But despite her tiredness and ring rust Mickey sees her coming, ducking smoothly under the strike and waiting on Scott’s six. As soon as the other brunette whirls around Gold reaches out to hook a three-quarter facelock and then drops heavily to her butt, causing a concussive impact between her shoulder and Scott’s jaw.
Gold’s finisher earns a huge roar from the capacity crowd and a tired looking fist pump from their favourite. Zoe is briefly sent back to standing by the impact but this doesn’t last long, the honey-tanned brunette ‘timber’ing backwards into a wet and motionless THUMP on the matt. Mickey dives on, hooking one leg and holding up her fingers to count along with the crowd as Merle slaps…
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THREEEEEE?
Or at least that’s what the crowd count. Merle is denied the opportunity as Lamont reaches under the ropes to grab Mickey’s ankle and haul back, dragging her off Zoe’s still form and out of the ring. Gold takes a second to process exactly what’s happened and then a huuuuge Standing Lariat from the blonde takes her off her feet and into a pile on the ringside matting. Bel turns around just tin time to see Merle waving the contest off and gesturing furiously to the timekeeper.
After costing her employer a disqualification loss, most people might have expected Lamont to look at least a little embarrassed. In fact Lamont didn’t look sheepish in the slightest. “Apologies, just following the boss’s orders,” she grows to Mickey, who’s so stunned by the combination of the circumstances and that lariat that she doesn’t give a response. But that is made up for by the noise coming from Zoe in the ring.
“YOU IDIOT!” she yells, Bel turning and regarding her stoically. “I had that win in the bag and you went and got me disqualified! What they hell were you thinking you stupid gorilla, now I’m…hey, she’s getting away!”
Indeed, Mickey Gold was back up on her feet and staggering away from the big blonde fixer. The look on her face made it clear that she wasn’t exactly thrilled about her comeback win arriving via DQ, but she still had a hard little smile on her face and the cheers from the fans nearby seemed to be helping her over any disappointment at the manner of victory. Despite her orders it seemed like lamont wasn’t too worried about letting her go, the token efforts to chase her coming to an end quickly when Gold staggered away from ringside and halfway up the ramp with a microphone in hand.
“I can’t pretend I’m happy to get a win by disqualification…” Gold’s amplified voice brought cheers of encouragement from the crowd, while the scowl on Zoe Scott’s face dissolved into full-on rage. “I didn’t want to win like that, but it turns out I do really enjoy beating up horrible spray-tanned brats!” This time the crowd’s roar was louder, and went on far longer as Zoe had a full-on tantrum in the ring.
As soon as she had some semblance of silence mickey continued. “So I’ve got a proposal for you, rich girl. How about we do this again without that handler of yours? Just me and you, and then you can take your beating like a…”
“GET THE HELL BACK HERE!” Zoe finally manages to grab a microphone and yells into it full bore. “GET THE HELL BACK AND TAKE YOUR…don’t you dare touch me!” Her rant is cut off by Lamont, stepping in front of her with both hands raised in supplication. “She’s offering you a rematch Scotty, lets just get out of here and you can beat her later.”
Zoe looks like she has more to say, but Gold doesn’t seem interested, having one final round of high fives with the crowds by the ramp and then disappearing back up through the curtain to celebrate her return and drown any frustrations over the nature of the victory. Back in the ring Scott still looks furious, launching a big overhand SLAP into her assistant’s jaw. But without anyone else to take out her frustrations she simply flounces out, sliding under the bottom rope and storming off up the ramp with the jeers of the crowds lingering in her ears.