Post by bigfan on Nov 5, 2017 19:45:59 GMT
The restlessness of the FAWNatics grows into a steady murmur as the official takes his place in the squared circle signaling the approach of the next match.
Within seconds, Charli XCX’s “Trophy” begins to pump and pulse over the speakers.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z6RalzPNNpc )
“I wanna win,” the accompaniment begins. “I want that trophy.”
Showing she hasn’t been pushed aside by her daughter’s alliance with the Babyfaced Killer Gabby Mendoza, a sultry cougar emerges. Once upon a time--about 20 years ago--Sherilyn Chadwick seemed a star on the rise, even dubbed by multiple national publications as rookie of the year for 1995. But almost as soon as she had arrived on the scene, pregnancy had caused her to step away. Sherilyn returned after childbirth, but Chadwick simply failed to recapture her early buzz.
Now her stunning baby girl, currently following her mother to the middle of the stage is meant to fulfill her destiny.
A brunette, Sherilyn is a vision in black: black knee length boots, a tight black miniskirt, a long black coat and a see-through black mesh top, offset by a shocking electric pink bikini top underneath.
Sherilyn Chadwick
Trailing close behind, dirty blonde Ginnifer is clad primarily in white: a strapless one piece, the initials “G” and “C” emblazoned at the bust letterman-style in effusive, neon pink script, the uppermost curve of both letters extending above the cups, as well as white pads and boots.
The blonde’s eyes are hidden behind a pair of Lolita shades as mother and daughter make their way towards the ring. Sherilyn’s advance is a full-on strut, her hips swishing with each step as she looks to make an impression on the capacity crowd. Her daughter’s stride is considerably more aloof, the younger Chadwick hardly seeming to notice either the crowd.
The Chadwicks climb the ring steps and Sherilyn takes a seat on the middle rope, pushing up the top cable to provide her daughter easier entrance. Ginnifer seems nonplussed, removing her sunglasses and setting them in her corner as the announcer makes her arrival official.
“Tonight’s next match is one fall with a 20-minute time limit. Hailing from Savannah, Georgia, she stands five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and nineteen pounds... Accompanied by her mother and manager, “Sultry” Sherilyn Chadwick...Gorgeous” GIIINNNNNNIIIFFFEEERRR CHHHAAADDDWWWIIICCCKKK!!!!!”
Ginnifer Chadwick
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The FAWNatics respond with a with a collective growl of contempt knowing what the rookie is capable of and what her mother would do to keep her child rising the ranks. But they quickly turn their eyes to the stage above, ready to let loose their support for the opponent of the relative newcomer.
The low, reverberating thrum of an electric cello heralds the imminent arrival of Camille Cosworth, and the expectant silence permeating the arena explodes into a cacophony of cheers when the woman in question steps through the curtains at the top of the ramp. Clad in a matching blue-and-green set of sports bra, trunks, and a pair of low-cut wrestling shoes, the Girl of Tomorrow hops lightly on the balls of her feet as she takes in the sights and sounds of another pay-per-view appearance.
In many ways it’s a familiar situation for Camille. She had spent the better part of the last year locking horns with her fellow newcomers, thanks in part to the Rookie of the Year tournament in which she had been runner-up, so to face another up-and-comer was business as usual. The wrinkle, of course, would be in the potential complications that the elder Chadwick may present, especially in light of the absence of Yoona Park at her side. The numbers disadvantage and Ginnifer’s reputation makes the normally ebullient Cosworth more serious and focused, though she still finds it in herself to indulge in some theatrics.
With her music rapidly building to a crescendo, the Girl of Tomorrow strikes a pose straight out of her days as one of the best collegiate sprinters in the country. Leaning forward at the waist, head down, left leg forward and bent, right leg straight out behind, and arms in the mirror opposite configuration, Camille looks very much as if she’s mid-stride in the one hundred meter dash. Inside the ring, referee Algernon Carpenter quickly drags Ginnifer away from the corner post, lest the blonde get fricasseed before the match even begins.
Just before Wonder Woman’s keening leitmotif kicks in, the music and the lights cut out, leaving the FAWN Arena in silent darkness. It’s only for a second, however, as a pyrotechnic ball of flame erupts from the stage where Cosworth was last seen standing, accompanied by the roar of the crowd and the music returning at twice the volume. Cannons lining the entrance ramp go off in rapid succession, giving the appearance of a massive fireball streaking towards the ring. It all culminates in one final discharge of fireworks from each of the four ring posts, lighting up the squared circle and revealing Camille standing in the center of the canvas, just arm’s length away from the referee and her opponent.
The FAWNatics give an ovation that quickly coalesces into a chant of “HO-LY SHIT!” out of appreciation for Cosworth’s Transported Woman magic trick of an entrance, then the lights flicker back on, the music fades out, and the ring announcer gives his introduction for the second wrestler.
“And presenting her opponent -- at five foot six inches and one hundred thirty pounds, hailing from San Antonio, Texas -- she is the Girl of Tomorrow, Camille Cosworth!”
Camille Cosworth
While Ginnifer rolls her eyes and pouts, decidedly unimpressed by the entrance, Al Carpenter quickly goes through the motions of checking Camille for weapons and paraphernalia, not that the consummate babyface would resort to such things, nor did her skin tight ring-gear allow for many hiding places. Once the formalities are dispensed with, he directs each wrestler to an opposite corner, and signals for the timekeeper to get things started with a ring of the bell.
Cosworth is first to the center of the ring, and she almost reaches out for a handshake before she remembers that offering her arm to Chadwick would be a very bad idea. Instead, she gives the blonde a curt nod and settles into an expectant crouch like a middle linebacker preparing to stuff a half-back dive. With Mama Chadwick nattering from the floor, Ginnifer also takes a cautious approach as she circles her opponent by walking around the perimeter of the ring, keeping one hand on the top rope at all times while the Girl of Tomorrow pivots in place to remain facing her. She completes one lap and is halfway through another before Cosworth’s patience for cat-and-mouse games reaches its limits, the brunette slightly rising from her stance and letting out a soft, exasperated sigh.
That small shift away from one hundred percent readiness is just the opening that Ginnifer is waiting for, and she surges forward to engage in an Elbow and Collar tie-up. With momentum on her side, the Gorgeous One is able to drive her larger opponent back a step or two, though Camille is quick to slam on the brakes and start pushing back in the other direction. Ginnifer was a technician and not a brute, however, so rather than try to match her opponent strength for strength, she deftly spins to one side while capturing Cosworth’s right wrist with both hands.
Holding the limb out at full extension, Chadwick gives a twist and a jerk, and Camille throws herself onto her back to go with the flow rather than allow her wrist, elbow, and shoulder to be wrenched about. Ginnifer responds by yanking the arm in the opposite direction, and Cosworth counters again by kipping back to her feet to neutralize any torque or pressure on her joints. Chadwick’s lips curl into a frown, but before she can attempt a third consecutive Arm Wringer, the Girl of Tomorrow suddenly pulls her forward by their linked arms. The Gorgeous One loses her balance as she stumbles forward, and she falls neatly across Camille’s lowered shoulders. Fireman’s Carry secured, Cosworth rises to a stand and throws herself backwards to the deck once more, though this time it’s the blonde rookie that takes the brunt of the impact thanks to a buttery-smooth Samoan Drop.
SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QLzhCZi3eJo
Ginnifer gasps loudly as her lungs are forcibly emptied, but she has the wherewithal to maintain her grips on her opponent’s right arm. Their position on the mat means Camille can’t escape joint locks via acrobatics, so Chadwick applies a simple yet savage wristlock by grabbing her right hand and twisting. Cosworth yelps in pain, and she quickly scrambles to her knees before pulling her arm away from Ginnifer’s grasps to avoid a sprained wrist. She gets to her feet and backs off, grimacing while trying to shake off the hurt from her right arm, and a few moments later a recovered Gorgeous One catches her flush in the chest with a gorgeous Standing Dropkick.
The impact knocks Camille to the mat, though as soon as her shoulders touch the canvas she rolls over backwards to get into a crouch on all fours. In another corner of the ring, Chadwick is just finding her feet as well, and the two wrestlers get upright simultaneously. This time, Cosworth takes the initiative as she charges at her opponent and leaps legs first, perhaps intending for a Hurricanrana. Ginnifer had spent many hours watching tape of her opponent at her mother’s behest, however, so she simply stoops forward and ducks to let the Girl of Tomorrow harmlessly sail over her.
Sherilyn starts to cheer when it seems that Camille might inadvertently ram her own crotch against the top turnbuckle, but evidently the elder Chadwick still had not watched enough tape of the high-flying brunette. Adjusting in the air with preternatural ease, Cosworth safely lands with both feet on the middle turnbuckle. The Girl of Tomorrow stays there only for as long as it takes Ginnifer to rise from a crouch, and then she immediately launches into a high-arcing Moonsault. Rather than simply pancaking the unsuspecting blonde who still has her back turned, Camille soars over her foe and secures a Front Facelock midway through her flip. Mama Chadwick screeches a wordless warning, though it’s far too late as Cosworth completes the flip by laying out on her back and driving the crown of Ginnifer’s head into the mat.
MIDDLE ROPE MOONSAULT DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zwVA-135fuM
Camille’s Moonsault DDT earns the first big pop of the match, and she quickly covers the splattered blonde for the…
ONE!
TWO!
...before Ginnifer punches a fist into the air and raises a shoulder off the mat.
“Oh! You scared Mama half to death!” Sherilyn cries out from ringside, fanning herself with an open hand as if she might pass out at any moment. “Don’t you do that again, Gin Blossom!”
If Ginnifer was in a condition to roll her eyes at her mother, she very likely would have. As it is, she has a hard enough time pushing to all fours while Cosworth kips to her feet to the audible pleasure of the crowd.
Camille raises a boot and nudges Chadwick in a shoulder, letting the blonde know she’s providing the Georgia native a courtesy to rejoin her at vertical before taking up the beatdown once more.
A pissed Ginnifer blindly shoves at her foe’s prodding and rises to her knees, turning and facing Camille. Apparently unhappy with the speed with which her opponent is rising, Cosworth drives a soccer kick into Chadwick’s chest, the THUMP into Ginnifer’s rack a loud one that rocks the Gorgeous One. Cosworth adds on with a second, third, fourth and fifth, the crowd gleefully chanting ‘YES’ as Sherilyn makes the ‘safe’ sign on the outside to indicate the opposite.
Her face twisted in pain from the assault, Ginnifer finally catches Camille’s foot on kick number six and pulls the leg out from under the former track star, dropping her foe to the canvas next to the blonde. Chadwick dives on the brunette’s back and starts riding her in collegiate fashion.
When Camille throws an elbow blindly behind her to try and connect the point of her elbow with Chadwick’s temple, the Gorgeous One ducks and snatches the offered limb. She flips into a bridge to try and wrench the arm out of Camille’s socket with a modified Fujiwara Armbar.
Fujiwara Armbar
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ivDw-PSE5U )
Ginnifer works the limb as best she can in her precarious position and it draws a few grunts from the trapped Camille. But Cosworth is in range to swing her free arm up and over, pumping a fist into Chadwick’s ribcage and upsetting the apple cart that is the blonde’s bridge. Chadwick tumbles away in the opposite direction, while Camille scrambles to her feet while cradling her aching wing.
The women reach their feet almost simultaneously, but the Girl of Tomorrow has the misfortune to be turned away from her dance partner and Ginnifer coolly tries to remove one of Cosworth’s wheels by throwing a chop block into the pit of Camille’s right knee.
The former fangirl genuflects, grasping at her throbbing joint. Chadwick is up quickly, collecting the right ankle of her foe and lifting the aching limb high, Camille left balancing on her hands as Ginnifer raises Cosworth’s lower half like she’s showing off the catch of the day. It’s to get the tender leg to the proper elevation so the second-generation star from Savannah can violently throw Camille’s knee to the thinly-covered plywood. The cap bounces loudly off the mat.
Camille rolls to her back, drawing the battered stem close. She pushes off the canvas with the opposite stem to make some space between she and her foe, but Ginnifer is not interested in giving Cosworth any recovery time.
Determined to take away the brunette’s pilot license, not to mention her blistering speed, Chadwick grabs Camille’s right ankle and yanks her leg away from Cosworth’s possessive grip. Spinning into a straddling mount of the extended leg, pointed toward her foe’s boot, Ginnifer drops her taut ass into the outside of Camille’s knee, testing the ligaments on yet another portion of the targeted knee. The Gorgeous One follows with four more butt bumps to the aching joint to even the score with Camille’s kicks.
Chadwick dismounts the limb but keeps a dual grip on the ankle. Standing at the end of the leg and facing Camille’s body, Ginnifer lays out and stretches tendons and ligaments in yet another direction, hoping to hyperextend this time. After her drop to the canvas, Chadwick finally releases and reverse somersaults away from the reeling Camille.
Ginnifer hops to her feet and does a walk-by Sultry Sherilyn. The Gorgeous One nods at Mama while she gets a supportive “You go Baby Girl” in return. “Tear her apart,” Sherilyn adds, as the blonde returns to Cosworth.
The rookie reaches for her old friend, Camille’s right leg, but the brunette is able to draw it away and send a left thrust of a kick into Ginnifer’s left knee, dropping the blonde to the mat as Chadwick takes a knee for a moment before skipping to her feet and limping away, cursing under and over her breath.
Given a moment with which to work, Camille drags her throbbing limb to a corner and uses the ropes behind her to pull her way up. By the time she reaches vertical, Chadwick’s on the run, barreling toward her and taking flight for a Gorgeous Splash. But Camille leans back into the buckles and raises her left leg. The Girl of Tomorrow pistons the single limb outward, impaling Chadwick’s midriff and sending her spinning away, staggering to regain her balance.
A determined Gorgeous One quickly comes back for more, sprinting into a return trip. Again, Camille uses the support of the ropes under her arms to lift her left leg to stop the charge. This time Ginnifer pulls up short, catching Camille’s limb at the ankle. She collects the limp right as well and uses the legs to swing the brunette sideways, laying them over the middle cable while shoving her foe’s head and neck above the same rope on the opposite side of the corner.
With Camille set up as a crash pad, Chadwick grabs the top ropes and uses the bottom to spring HIGH, leaping into an elevated tuck and CRASHING down on the tummy of the exposed Camille with a Double-Knee Stomp.
Double Knee Stomp
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ewLr-Vf-Kr8 )
Camille is splattered to the canvas from the nasty impact while Ginnifer gracefully lands without a scratch. The blonde collects Cosworth by right ankle and drags the Girl of Tomorrow out to the middle for a cover that would end her today.
Chadwick pivots into a hasty Crossbody pin while her mother chastises her for neglecting to hook a leg. It likely wouldn’t have made a difference as Camille rolls to one side and shoves Ginnifer away at just a “ONE!” count, and the second generation star softly snorts as she clambers upright. With Cosworth still down and winded for the time being, Mama Chadwick slaps both palms against the apron and orders her daughter to press the advantage.
“HIT HER! HIT HER AGAIN!” Sherilyn demands, and Ginnifer complies by leaping into the air and coming down with her Pinpoint Stomp on Camille’s battered right knee, one boot landing on the joint itself and the other landing on the brunette’s lower thigh.
Cosworth shrieks in anguish and her supporters in Tomorrow-Morrow Land shower the blonde with jeers, though Chadwick dismisses the wave of vitriol with nary a blink. She promptly snatches up Camille’s opposite ankle and steps around in a tight pirouette to twist that limb around her own right shin. The Girl of Tomorrow knows what’s coming when her opponent crosses her left ankle over her wounded right knee, but she can’t manage to free herself before the Gorgeous One lays down on the mat and drapes a calf over her left foot to cinch in the Figure Four Leglock.
FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6WmoEA0sLw
With Camille’s right shin in her lap, Ginnifer plants her palms against the mat and bridges her hips off the deck to increase the pressure on the hold. Going low and working the legs had been the equalizing strategy against superior athletes since time immemorial, and it proves to be doubly effective against Cosworth, who did not have the gymnastic background and limber limbs of fellow aerial daredevils like Dominique Daly or Janel Manning. What the Girl of Tomorrow did have over either of the Mites, however, was might -- both by birth and by training.
Gnashing her teeth to keep the screams down to a few whimpers and groans, Camille starts the arduous task of dragging herself and her opponent to the safety of the ropes. Time spent on the bench press and rowing machine allows her to make good progress despite fire blossoming in her legs, and the FAWNatics urge her onwards with a percussive rhythm of stomps and claps. Sherilyn prepares to stretch the bottom rope out of reach in order to make Cosworth work that much harder for a break, but she’s foiled by the watchful eye of Al Carpenter.
Forced by the referee to relocate to the other side of the ring, the elder Chadwick shouts and demands that Ginnifer snap off her opponent’s leg like a Thanksgiving drumstick. Camille proves to be made of sterner stuff though, and with a final burst of effort she’s able to wrap one hand around the bottom rope followed by the other. At her mother’s urging, the Gorgeous One elects to milk Carpenter’s count for as long as she can, and that quickly proves to be a costly mistake.
With her dual grips on the steel cable giving her additional leverage, Cosworth is able to force the pair of intertwined wrestlers to roll onto their stomachs, and suddenly it’s the blonde who’s screaming bloody murder as the pressure on the Figure Four Leglock is turned against her. As soon as the reversal is complete, Camille releases the rope in favor of grabbing her opponent’s ankles to prevent Ginnifer from releasing the hold, a trick Cosworth had learned during a particularly grueling Submission Sunday at Sydney Deschain’s backyard gym.
As eager as they were to support the Girl of Tomorrow, the fans are now equally insistent that the younger Chadwick ”TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!” Try as she might, Ginnifer can’t manage to get onto her back once more to reverse the reversal, and with her face buried in the crook of one arm the raises the other, hand quivering as her reserves of willpower and pain tolerance are running on fumes. Before the blonde can slap the mat, however, she hears her mother’s voice, and the elder Chadwick does not sound happy at all.
”GINNIFER LOUISE CHADWICK! DON’T -- YOU -- DARE!” Sherilyn bellows over the raucous audience. “MAMA DIDN’T RAISE NO QUITTER!”
Ginnifer raises her head and locks gazes with her mother, eyes desperate and pleading, as if wordlessly seeking permission to call it a night and live to fight another day.
“WIPE THAT LOOK OFF YOUR FACE, YOUNG LADY!” Mama demands, seemingly unsympathetic towards her daughter’s plight. “YOU AIN’T GON’ THROW AWAY EVERYTHING I WORKED FOR BY LOSIN’ TO THIS TWO-BIT HUSSY! I FORBID IT! DO YOU HEAR ME, GINNIFER?! I FORBID IT!”
At least for now, the Gorgeous One complies. Even as another scream of pain rips through her throat, she buries her head in her arms, this time burying both hands in her hair and tearing at her locks. The referee is not so beholden to Sherilyn’s orders, and he kneels down next to Ginnifer’s shoulder and offers her the easy way out, receiving only a shake of the head in response.
With Al’s attention focused on her daughter, Mama Chadwick sees an opportunity. She races around the squared circle to the side of the ring where Camille is laying, reaches under the bottom rope, and delivers a wicked running Sucker Punch right to the back of the brunette’s head. Caught completely unaware by the cheap shot, Cosworth’s vision explodes into stars and her body goes limp, allowing Ginnifer to escape from the leggy tangle.
Sherilyn sighs with relief as she watches her daughter stagger upright amid an avalanche of boos, then she gestures towards the semi-conscious Girl of Tomorrow and says, “Finish this, Gin Blossom.”
Ginnifer nods once, then hauls her opponent upright with two handfuls of hair. With her head still swimming from the punch to the back of the skull, Camille is in no condition to resist when Chadwick snares her right ankle with one hand and cradles the back of her knee with the other. The Gorgeous One throws herself into a twisting dive to the deck, and Cosworth is pulled along for the ride by a knee-shredding Dragon Screw.
DRAGON SCREW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mS6tOwGa2A4
Camille howls with agony before she even lands on the mat, and unfortunately for her, Ginnifer still has control of her leg. Chadwick drags her up again, and throws her down again, repeating the Dragon Screw to do as much damage as possible to her right knee.
This time, Cosworth can't even find it in herself to scream, offering instead a series of choked, heaving sobs. Mama Chadwick beams proudly from the floor and twirls a single index finger in the air, signaling for her daughter to go for a trifecta. Ginnifer does as asked and gets Camille up once more, but moments before she can go for a third Dragon Screw, the Girl of Tomorrow strikes back.
Hopping off her largely untouched left leg, Cosworth twists in the air and smashes her foot into Chadwick’s temple. The desperate Enzuigiri seems to render Ginnifer unconscious and she topples sideways to the canvas. Camille doesn't seem to be doing much better as she’s also down and clutching at her right knee, and Carpenter begins to count.
With Sherilyn’s urgent insistence, the Gorgeous One shudders back to life. She shakes her noggin to clear cobwebs and rises to a bleary-eyed seat at Al’s shout of ‘SIX’. Camille is vertical soon after, if hopping on her left leg, gingerly testing her right and failing from the pained look on her face.
As SEVEN and EIGHT pass Chadwick by it seems Camille might be able to limp to the back with the winner’s purse. But Ginnifer insists on make Cosworth work for her payday, pushing to her feet at NINE and stumbling back into a corner to catch herself. She throws an arm over the top rope on either side and tries to blink coherence back into place after the concussive kick.
Seeing her foe slowly putting more weight on the right leg, Ginnifer understands she hasn’t done as thorough a job as she’d hoped, at least not enough for Camille’s adrenaline not to overcome. Determined to make an example of Cosworth and show her star continues to rise, Chadwick pushes out of her rest stop and lopes toward the brunette as best she can manage.
There’s definitely a hitch in Ginnifer’s giddy-up and the lack of speed in her charge likely contributes to Camille getting off the first shot when the blonde reaches her, a forearm to the jaw that jars the Gorgeous One. Staggered, Chadwick nonetheless responds with one of her own that rocks Cosworth, particularly so with her balance limited from working on one-and-a-half legs.
Camille remains upright, however, and lands a blistering right cross to the blonde. Chadwick responds in kind and the duo begins a dance of fisticuffs, each pounding a punch into the other in turn, the crowd cheering and booing on cue. The volley gets up to five a piece before Camille ducks under a throw from Chadwick and wraps her right arm across the chest of her opponent.
Slipping her left arm behind Ginnifer, Cosworth grimaces in anticipation of the lift she has planned. Nevertheless, she sacrifices the pain to vault the Gorgeous One into the air with her Bottom of Tomorrow and SLAM Chadwick into the deck. It might not have had all the power of most, but the delivery’s made an impression on Ginnifer, who spreads out in a starfish at Camille’s feet.
Tomorrow’s Bottom
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-JVyFRM7ws )
Creakily, Camille drops to her knees and presses a palm into the chest and midriff of the splayed blonde, her balky right leg appearing to have taken a step backward from the effort put into the power move. She covers for the…
ONE…
TWO…
But it’s not a total surprise when Chadwick kicks her way free from the effort. Instead of lifting Ginnifer as she rises, Cosworth concentrates on shaking out her lower right limb to regain her airborne availability. She takes a long loop around the ring, her pronounced limp working its way to halfway normal, or at least Cosworth covers the pain better.
By the time she returns to the wobbly Gorgeous One, the blonde is reaching her feet and Camille treats Ginnifer to a blink-and-miss-it one-inch punch to the cleft of Chadwick’s bosom. Ginnifer is sent into a violent backpedal that sees her fly through the ropes, crash against the outside apron, and land in the arms of her mother.
Cradling her daughter close, Sherilyn screams at Al to check Cosworth for brass knux, which he does obediently with a glance. He shrugs at the protective manager, indicating there’s no metallic enhancement to Camille’s signature. Continuing to disbelieve, Sherilyn dusts off her new life’s work and confirms the Gorgeous One is ready to resume. The ‘yes’ answer from her baby is a fortunate one as Camille is ready to resume flight service to Orlando and parts between.
Having rebounded off the opposite ropes, Cosworth sprints across the canvas and leaps between the top and middle ropes. Finding two Chadwicks for the price of one, the Girl of Tomorrow barrels into mother and daughter, taking each to the thinly padded cement and leaving both hot messes lined up against the steel barricade keeping the FAWNatics at bay.
Landing on her feet, Cosworth shows a little leftover hop and wince, but the suicide dive shows she’s beginning to feel more herself. Collecting the younger of the Chadwicks by her golden locks, Camille tugs Ginnifer to her feet and walks her to the apron, stuffing her foe back in the squared circle. Before she can follow, Sultry Sherilyn spins the brunette to face her and craaacks a nasty slap across Camille’s cheek.
Cosworth’s face flushes, but amazingly, her anger seems kept mostly in check. She shoves Sherilyn off so the cougar can’t provide another, but in so doing, Ginnifer reaches between the ropes from behind and sinks her claws into Camille’s scalp. Chadwick Mach II tugs the turned Cosworth up to the canvas and scrapes her free set of nails across Camille’s baby blues.
With the blinded GOT yelping in pain, Ginnifer spins Cosworth to face her then wraps her left arm over the back of Camille’s neck. Slipping her head beneath an arm of her foe, Chadwick shows a little strength of her own, suplexing Yoona’s squeeze back into the field of play, Camille landing with a heavy THUD that sends her into arched anguish, her spinal column taking a beating from the landing.
Stubborn as ever, Camille pushes her way up. She reaches her feet, but is still stooped when Ginnifer races to her and NAIULS her with a knee trembler that spins her back to the deck in violent fashion.
Knee Trembler
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqsgdfPIeGo )
With Camille flattened, Ginnifer mounts her in a standing reverse straddle and collects Cosworth’s familiar appendage at the ankle. Reefing back in a single-leg Crab, Chadwick finds a new way to torture the Girl of Tomorrow, trying to touch Cosworth’s boot tips to the back of her skull. The Gorgeous One drops to a deeper crouch and moves up Camille’s frame to bend Cosworth’s spine to the snapping point and wrench her aching right stem in the process.
One-legged Boston Crab
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FIoVEOjwTbk ) @ 00:05
Camille shrieks as she’s forced to contort past her limits and Carpenter is quickly down on one knee by her side to offer a chance to surrender. Cosworth considers it for longer than her supporters in Tomorrow-Morrow Land would have liked, but their worries are ultimately allayed when their heroine grunts a soft “No…” that’s quickly followed by a much more resolute shout of “NO!” That convinces both Al and Ginnifer that the Girl of Tomorrow isn’t going to quit to such a hold, and the latter relinquishes her Crab in favor of leaping into the air and coming down with another Pinpoint Stomp, this time to the small of Camille’s back rather than a limb.
The brunette’s high-pitched screech is still echoing throughout the FAWN Arena when Chadwick drags her to her knees. From her spot on the floor Mama Chadwick demands -- loudly and shrilly -- that her daughter use the Sultry Powerbomb that Sherilyn herself had popularized more than two decades ago to bring an end to Cosworth’s night. Ginnifer rolls her eyes and groans at her micromanaging mother, and it’s perhaps that brief hesitation that allows Camille to turn the tables. The Girl of Tomorrow plants her hands on Ginnifer’s hips, and despite the punishment heaped on her spine and right leg, she pops to a stand and hoists the blonde high into the air.
Suddenly and involuntarily freed from the clutches of gravity, a wildly flailing Chadwick finds herself laid out horizontal and floating seven feet above the mat. Camille soon joins her in the air, twisting mid-leap and reaching over a shoulder the secure a Three Quarters Facelock on the Gorgeous One, then the vengeful ghost of Isaac Newton brings both young women crashing to the deck. Camille lands on her firm backside, and a split second later Ginnifer’s chin slams against the point of her right shoulder with a jaw-rattling CLACK. The impact jars Chadwick free from the Three Quarters Facelock, and she tumbles into a splayed out starfish. Just arm’s length away, Cosworth who isn’t looking good either as she lies prostrate with one hand pressed to her lower back that had just taken more abuse upon landing from the Pop-Up Ace Crusher.
POP-UP ACE CRUSHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dx4rsVQ5YYk
With Camille’s move having claimed two victims, Al Carpenter begins to count. He only gets up to “THREE!” however, before an interloper appears center stage on the entrance ramp. Carpenter searches his memory and identifies the woman as Lyra Faulk, one-half of the mysterious and chaotic tag team F.I.C. As per usual, Lyra looks ready to party rather than wrestle with her combination of sparkly emerald hot pants, sheer mesh shirt, and heavy eye-makeup, and she even carries a retro-style boombox on her shoulders as she shuffles and dances her way towards the ring, eyes closed and seemingly oblivious to her surroundings.
LYRA FAULK
Al realizes that he has lost his count while he distracted, though it wouldn’t have mattered as both of his charges have regained their feet with the help of the ropes on opposite sides of the ring. Camille and Ginnifer are just as confused as the referee, and they warily eye the intruder rather than continue to attack each other.
“What the hell? Get out of here, Lyra!” Carpenter shouts, though his command is ignored as Faulk climbs onto the ring apron, eyes still closed and hips still sashaying to the beat of her entrance music playing on the boombox.
The uneasy tension continues to build with every second that Lyra continues to dance and every second that the other half of F.I.C. remains unseen. Neither Cosworth nor Chadwick are willing to fully turn away from each other, while Al doesn’t want to take any official action when Faulk had yet to do anything that was technically prohibited, so they collectively do nothing except watch as Lyra continues to frisk, and frolic, and groove, and gyrate, and sway, and swish, and suddenly she stops, eyes snapping fully open.
“LOOK OU -- NNNGH!”
Camille sounds the alarm first, but with Harriet Larkin already having snuck into the ring behind her, not even the Girl of Tomorrow is quick enough to dodge the steel chair that’s swung at the side of her head. Carpenter swivels around as soon as he hears the first metallic BANG, and he’s just in time to see Ginnifer suffer an identical fate. Sherilyn screams bloody murder and demands that Cosworth be disqualified and her baby girl be awarded the victory, but instead the referee hastily throws the signal for No Contest to officially bring the match to a close with no winners or losers.
HARRIET LARKIN
That’s about all the man can do before Lyra reaches over the ropes and smashes her boombox into the back of his head. Al faceplants to the canvas amid a debris field of wires, plastic splinters, and D-cell batteries, and just for good measure, Faulk hops onto the top rope from the apron and uses the springy steel cable to propel her into one and a quarter front somersaults that ends with her belly splashing across Carpenter’s unprotected back.
SPRINGBOARD 450 SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ncu0hUDluRI
If the official had still been hanging onto a spark of consciousness before, surely it’s quenched by the brunette intruder’s Springboard 450 Splash. Lyra extends a dainty hand towards her red-headed partner, and Harriet helps her up, twirls her in a circle, and locks her in a passionate kiss right in the center of the ring, drawing more than a few lusty cheers despite their actions. Unfortunately for fans of the titillating, the F.I.C. love-in is interrupted by Sherilyn’s squawking from ringside, demanding that they vacate and cede center stage to her and her daughter. Larkin and Faulk turn their attention from each other to Mama Chadwick, and Sultry Sherilyn seems to realize the severity of her mistake.
“Gin -- Gin Blossom… Mama needs you...” she calls with a bit of a quaver in her voice as both members of F.I.C. roll out of the ring and stalk towards her.
The Gorgeous One is evidently in no condition to lend assistance as she continues to moan and writhe on the mat. Harriet and Lyra each grab one of Sherilyn’s arms and begins to drag the older blonde towards the ring, Lyra going the extra step of leaning in close and loudly sniffing their next would-be victim.
“Mmm… you’ve aged like a fine cheese,” Faulk murmurs, which only adds to Sherilyn’s distress.
“GINNIFER! GINNIFER, HELP ME!” Mama desperately shrieks when her attackers stuff her underneath the bottom rope before following her into the ring.
When her daughter still can’t come to the rescue and sharks circling ever closer, Sherilyn gets to her knees, points at the stirring Girl of Tomorrow, and shouts, “TAKE HER! LEAVE ME ALONE AND TAKE HER INSTEAD!”
“Why not both?” the red-headed Larkin ripostes through a harsh, leering grin.
With the help of her partner, Harriet hoists a blubbering and begging Sherilyn onto her back in a Gory Special, the blonde cougar stretched out backwards and facing the ceiling. There’s no possibility of escape as her elbows are locked with her captor’s and her boots wedged are against Larkin’s thighs, and Harriet parades a lap around the ring to display her to the audience before taking position near one set of ropes. The powerhouse of F.I.C. gives one nod to her more spritely comrade, and Lyra takes off in a sprint.
Faulk hits one set of ropes and bounces back with augmented speed, then she zooms past her partner and leaps onto the middle strand of the opposite. She’s there for but a second as she takes flight once more, flipping and twisting through the air while reaching for Sherilyn’s head in order to pair a Springboard Somersault Cutter with Larkin’s Gory Special. Lyra is moments away from completing the combination attack that F.I.C. had dubbed Whimper, but even as she’s halfway through her flip, Faulk is tackled out of the air by the green and blue blur that is Camille Cosworth.
The FAWNatics are already on their feet before the pair of airborne brunettes crash to the deck, the smaller Lyra taking the brunt of the impact from both the mid-air Spear and the subsequent landing. Seeing that their finishing manuever has been interrupted, Harriet releases the Gory Special and unceremoniously drops Sherilyn to the mat. With an angry snarl on her lips, the red-head cocks back her right arm and lunges at the Girl of Tomorrow who’s just now getting upright over Faulk’s prone form. Cosworth brings her hands up just in the nick of time to catch Larkin’s Lariat, and in one continuous motion she uses the captured limb to sling herself up and over her attacker’s shoulder, catching a Front Facelock midway and finally laying out on her back to drive Harriet’s skull into Lyra’s gut with a nifty Float-Over DDT.
FLOAT-OVER DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oPFXTo14_VE
Having laid waste to both interlopers in the span of five seconds, Camille kips up to an ovation from her adoring fans. Those cheers quickly disintegrate to groans and murmurs of concern, however, when Cosworth immediately falls forward to hands and knees, her feats of athleticism proving to be quite costly in light of her accumulated ailments suffered at the hands of the Gorgeous One and F.I.C. She clutches at her right leg and grimaces, taking a dozen seconds or so to find the fortitude to get to her feet once more. The Girl of Tomorrow limps towards Sherilyn, who laughs nervously and scoots backwards on her rear while extending a pleading hand towards the advancing wrestler.
“I -- I didn’t mean nothin’ when I said they could take you instead. Besides, you’re a nice, respectable young lady... right? You wouldn’t hurt lil’ ole me, wouldya?”
Whatever Camille’s intentions, she would never get to act upon them. A semi-recovered Ginnifer gets to her haunches, picks up the chair that Harriet had brought into the ring, and swings it into the back of Cosworth’s legs. Blindsided and hamstrung by the attack, Camille drops to her knees with a bloodcurdling shriek, then she pitches forward onto her face when Chadwick the Younger stands up and strikes again with the chair, this time smacking her right between the shoulderblades.
“THAT’S IT! THAT’S IT, BABY GIRL!” Sherilyn screams with delight over the torrent of jeers raining down from every corner of the FAWN Arena. “BREAK THIS BUSH-LEAGUE HARLOT! GIVE HER WHAT SHE DESERVES FOR MESSIN’ WITH MAMA!”
At her mother’s instruction, Ginnifer partially opens the chair and sets to wrapping it around Camille’s right knee, occasionally firing a kick to back of the head to keep Cosworth dazed and compliant. Ignoring the audience’s pleas for her to not ground Camille for good, Chadwick heads for the nearest corner and climbs to the top rope with clear intent to hit another Pinpoint Stomp to the steel chair. Before Ginnifer can leap, however, the Girl of Tomorrow is saved by an unlikely intervention when the Gorgeous One is struck in the side of the head by a forcefully pitched D-cell battery.
Stunned by the initial impact, Ginnifer wobbles dangerously and then she’s hit in the head by another battery, and another, and another -- Harriet Larkin displaying the sort of arm strength and accuracy that would have made her the envy of Philadelphia sports fans and soccer hooligans all over the world. Chadwick falls off the top turnbuckle after the withering barrage and lands hard on the canvas and Harriet strides over to finish the job, briefly pausing only to unleash a single kick to Sherilyn’s groin.
Lying on her side and curled into a protective ball, Mama Chadwick feebly groans, “Whose… whose side are you on…?!”
“Not yours,” Larkin pointedly answers as she walks by without looking down.
Instead, Harriet has eyes only for the younger Chadwick. The red-head hauls a discombobulated Ginnifer upright, then Irish Whips the Gorgeous One towards the opposite side of the ring where the other member of F.I.C. is waiting on the apron. As soon as Ginnifer stumbles within range, Lyra grips the middle rope with both hands, rocks back on her heels to build tension in the steel cable, and launches herself headfirst into the ring. Faulk’s shoulder meets Chadwick’s midsection with a solid THWACK, and the blonde is driven to the deck and left an unconscious wreck by Lyra’s Arrow of Time.
ARROW OF TIME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhSX8bNbYGE
Harriet grabs the elder Chadwick, one hand in the hair and one hand on the trunks, and tosses Sherilyn over to her partner as well. Meanwhile, Camille has more or less extricated herself from the steel chair, though she still hasn’t gotten to her feet by the time Larkin walks over to her. The red-head picks up the discarded chair from the mat, and Cosworth reflexively raises an arm to ward off the coming blow, but Harriet simply tosses the makeshift weapon over her shoulder and across the ring where Lyra catches it in one hand without even turning to look.
While her partner proceeds to stomp a mudhole in the Girl of Tomorrow and Sherilyn cowers at her feet, Faulk slooowwwly runs her tongue up and down one leg of the chair.
The taste of cold steel is apparently to Lyra’s liking, a wicked grin stretching across her face as she brandishes her weapon for a killshot. Mama Chadwick squeezes her eyes shut and hugs her still-woozy daughter to her bosom.
“Oh! Hold me tight, Gin Blossom!” Sherilyn cries out in despair, though her words are drowned out by a joyous cheer.
Lyra smiles and winks at the two generations of Chadwicks at her mercy. Then she swings hard to a second deafening roar of OOOOHHHHH from the fans.
Instead of the sickening crack of metal against bone, however, there’s only the soft swish of Faulk’s arms slicing through the air. Lyra seems just as bewildered as her would-be victims as she stares in disbelief at her empty, friction-burned palms that had been holding a steel chair not even a second ago. Before her Berkeley-educated mind can come to any wild hypotheses about spontaneous quantum tunneling in massive objects, the FAWNatics clue her in on a more Occam-compliant explanation.
“THIS IS AWE-SOME!” they chant.
Lyra chuckles lightly and shakes her head.
“THIS IS AWE-SOME!”
She spreads her arms out in a T-shape, and slowly pivots around.
“THIS IS AWE-SOME!”
“Girl of Tomorrow…” she whispers as she comes face-to-face with Camille Cosworth. “...sounds kinky, I like it!”
Indeed, Lyra doesn’t appear bothered that Camille is now holding the chair after snatching it out of her hands. Nor does she seem bothered that her tag team partner is lying in a motionless heap on the other side of the ring. If anything, Faulk seems rather pleased by her current situation, and she blows a kiss at the other brunette.
Cosworth is not so amused, and she flatly commands, “Leave. Now.”
To put the exclamation point on that last order, Camille puts one hand on the seat pan and other hand on the seat back, then with a burst of adrenaline-fueled strength, she pulls the folding chair apart at the hinges to a massive pop from the crowd.
“BAH GAWD, IT’S BROKEN IN HALF!” broadcast announcer Gordy Solis screams as he leaps onto his table and points accusingly at the Girl of Tomorrow. “THAT CHAIR HAD A FAMILY! THAT CHAIR HAD A FAMILY!”
Camille’s show of power seems to have the opposite of its intended effect, however, as Lyra rolls her eyes back in her head, bites her bottom lip, and moans, “Mmmmmm… I am SO aroused right now…”
With an angry snort, Cosworth lets the remnants of the dismantled chair clatter to the mat, then she takes a deep breath and screams, “DRAC --”.
Before she can finish, all of the lights click off, plunging the arena into total darkness and drawing surprised gasps from the audience. At first they think that perhaps it’s some technical difficulty with the ultraviolet lights that typically accompany Camille’s Ninety Seconds of Awesome, though they grow restless when the darkness drags on past the ten second mark.
Suddenly, the lights come back on just as abruptly as they had gone off, and the fans gasp even louder, because in the ring now and seemingly presenting a united front with the Girl of Tomorrow are members of the Church of Eternal Midnight. Flanking Cosworth on the left are Ashley Conda and Tiffany Mayes, on the right is Miranda Wainright, and conspicuous in her absence is Adelaide Brewster.
MIRANDA WAINRIGHT
ASHLEY CONDA
TIFFANY MAYES
If it wasn’t obvious before, it becomes clear now that Camille wants nothing to do with Miranda and her merry band of zealots. Cosworth recoils and spins around to face the Church of Eternal Midnight, eyes wide and fists clenched at her sides, apparently ready to fight even against overwhelming odds. In response, they fan out around her in a triangular formation to cut off any avenues of escape.
The other women in the ring are quicker to vacate. Sherilyn and Ginnifer had already evacuated under cover of darkness, never looking back as they head up the entrance ramp while leaning against each other for support. The always eccentric and flighty Lyra seems happy to have more ladies with whom to play, but whatever plan she has in mind gets a hard veto from her partner. Already out on the floor, Harriet reaches under the bottom rope to grab Lyra by the ankles and drag her out of the ring as well. The red-head throws her more diminutive partner over one shoulder, then she climbs over the steel barricade and beats a hasty retreat through the sea of FAWNatics.
“Hello again, sister,” Miranda pleasantly greets once she and her cult are alone with Camille.
Cosworth only glowers in response, though that doesn’t dampen Wainright’s spirits in the least. Miranda notices that Al Carpenter is finally stirring back to life after having a boombox smashed over his head, and she gestures for her two acolytes to take the man away.
“Sisters, please see that this poor arbiter get the medical attention he needs, and allow me to have a word alone with dear Camille,” Wainright instructs before turning to address Cosworth directly. “You may relax now. There is --”
“What are you doing here?” Camille demands while stepping forward chest-to-chest with the Church leader, an atypically aggressive stance from the normally laid back brunette.
“Helping you, of course.”
“I didn’t NEED or ASK for --”
“Oh, my dear, sweet sister...” Miranda cuts in as she tries to stroke Camille’s face, although Cosworth slaps away the offending appendage. “...we do not have to be asked to help our family, it is something we do of our own accord rather than start wars we cannot finish. Notice that WE are here, and SHE is not, because WE are --”
“Get out of my ring, Miranda. Just… shut your mouth... and get out of my ring,” the Girl of Tomorrow says with an angry huff.
Wainright frowns.
“Very well, sister, though it hurts me that you will not even grace us with a word of appreciation or gratitude. Such is the behavior of a petty, small-minded ingrate, not the Girl of Tomorrow.”
Miranda steps past Camille, dips through the ropes, and drops down to the floor. She begins walking towards the backstage area, never turning to look back at the ring, and she’s halfway up the entrance ramp before she hears Cosworth’s voice over the PA system.
“Hey, Miranda…” Camille says into her freshly procured microphone, “...thanks.”
Wainright spins on her heels and gives an overly dramatic, patronizing bow while she silently mouths You’re welcome. Smirking as she has gotten what she wanted, Miranda turns her back on the ring and starts walking away once more. She’s at the top of the entranceway and just about to push through the curtains to make her exit when Cosworth speaks again over the arena speakers.
”You guys are still a bunch of cunts.”
Just like that the FAWN Arena EXPLODES into the loudest pop of the night. Cosworth’s language was typically so squeaky clean, and the FAWNatics treat her concise yet profane outburst as the once-in-a-blue-moon event that it is, rewarding her with a standing ovation that matches any she’d ever received. Narrowing her eyes in irritation, Wainright regards the brunette still in the ring. She opens her mouth, perhaps to get in the last word, but she’s immediately out-voted twenty thousand to one as the entirety of the audience shouts her down with a deafening chant of “CUNT! CUNT! CUNT! CUNT!”
Denied her verbal rejoinder, Miranda settles for pointing at herself, then her right eye, then Camille. Message of I’ll be seeing you delivered, she wheels around and pushes through the curtains.
Within seconds, Charli XCX’s “Trophy” begins to pump and pulse over the speakers.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z6RalzPNNpc )
“I wanna win,” the accompaniment begins. “I want that trophy.”
Showing she hasn’t been pushed aside by her daughter’s alliance with the Babyfaced Killer Gabby Mendoza, a sultry cougar emerges. Once upon a time--about 20 years ago--Sherilyn Chadwick seemed a star on the rise, even dubbed by multiple national publications as rookie of the year for 1995. But almost as soon as she had arrived on the scene, pregnancy had caused her to step away. Sherilyn returned after childbirth, but Chadwick simply failed to recapture her early buzz.
Now her stunning baby girl, currently following her mother to the middle of the stage is meant to fulfill her destiny.
A brunette, Sherilyn is a vision in black: black knee length boots, a tight black miniskirt, a long black coat and a see-through black mesh top, offset by a shocking electric pink bikini top underneath.
Sherilyn Chadwick
Trailing close behind, dirty blonde Ginnifer is clad primarily in white: a strapless one piece, the initials “G” and “C” emblazoned at the bust letterman-style in effusive, neon pink script, the uppermost curve of both letters extending above the cups, as well as white pads and boots.
The blonde’s eyes are hidden behind a pair of Lolita shades as mother and daughter make their way towards the ring. Sherilyn’s advance is a full-on strut, her hips swishing with each step as she looks to make an impression on the capacity crowd. Her daughter’s stride is considerably more aloof, the younger Chadwick hardly seeming to notice either the crowd.
The Chadwicks climb the ring steps and Sherilyn takes a seat on the middle rope, pushing up the top cable to provide her daughter easier entrance. Ginnifer seems nonplussed, removing her sunglasses and setting them in her corner as the announcer makes her arrival official.
“Tonight’s next match is one fall with a 20-minute time limit. Hailing from Savannah, Georgia, she stands five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and nineteen pounds... Accompanied by her mother and manager, “Sultry” Sherilyn Chadwick...Gorgeous” GIIINNNNNNIIIFFFEEERRR CHHHAAADDDWWWIIICCCKKK!!!!!”
Ginnifer Chadwick
The FAWNatics respond with a with a collective growl of contempt knowing what the rookie is capable of and what her mother would do to keep her child rising the ranks. But they quickly turn their eyes to the stage above, ready to let loose their support for the opponent of the relative newcomer.
The low, reverberating thrum of an electric cello heralds the imminent arrival of Camille Cosworth, and the expectant silence permeating the arena explodes into a cacophony of cheers when the woman in question steps through the curtains at the top of the ramp. Clad in a matching blue-and-green set of sports bra, trunks, and a pair of low-cut wrestling shoes, the Girl of Tomorrow hops lightly on the balls of her feet as she takes in the sights and sounds of another pay-per-view appearance.
In many ways it’s a familiar situation for Camille. She had spent the better part of the last year locking horns with her fellow newcomers, thanks in part to the Rookie of the Year tournament in which she had been runner-up, so to face another up-and-comer was business as usual. The wrinkle, of course, would be in the potential complications that the elder Chadwick may present, especially in light of the absence of Yoona Park at her side. The numbers disadvantage and Ginnifer’s reputation makes the normally ebullient Cosworth more serious and focused, though she still finds it in herself to indulge in some theatrics.
With her music rapidly building to a crescendo, the Girl of Tomorrow strikes a pose straight out of her days as one of the best collegiate sprinters in the country. Leaning forward at the waist, head down, left leg forward and bent, right leg straight out behind, and arms in the mirror opposite configuration, Camille looks very much as if she’s mid-stride in the one hundred meter dash. Inside the ring, referee Algernon Carpenter quickly drags Ginnifer away from the corner post, lest the blonde get fricasseed before the match even begins.
Just before Wonder Woman’s keening leitmotif kicks in, the music and the lights cut out, leaving the FAWN Arena in silent darkness. It’s only for a second, however, as a pyrotechnic ball of flame erupts from the stage where Cosworth was last seen standing, accompanied by the roar of the crowd and the music returning at twice the volume. Cannons lining the entrance ramp go off in rapid succession, giving the appearance of a massive fireball streaking towards the ring. It all culminates in one final discharge of fireworks from each of the four ring posts, lighting up the squared circle and revealing Camille standing in the center of the canvas, just arm’s length away from the referee and her opponent.
The FAWNatics give an ovation that quickly coalesces into a chant of “HO-LY SHIT!” out of appreciation for Cosworth’s Transported Woman magic trick of an entrance, then the lights flicker back on, the music fades out, and the ring announcer gives his introduction for the second wrestler.
“And presenting her opponent -- at five foot six inches and one hundred thirty pounds, hailing from San Antonio, Texas -- she is the Girl of Tomorrow, Camille Cosworth!”
Camille Cosworth
While Ginnifer rolls her eyes and pouts, decidedly unimpressed by the entrance, Al Carpenter quickly goes through the motions of checking Camille for weapons and paraphernalia, not that the consummate babyface would resort to such things, nor did her skin tight ring-gear allow for many hiding places. Once the formalities are dispensed with, he directs each wrestler to an opposite corner, and signals for the timekeeper to get things started with a ring of the bell.
Cosworth is first to the center of the ring, and she almost reaches out for a handshake before she remembers that offering her arm to Chadwick would be a very bad idea. Instead, she gives the blonde a curt nod and settles into an expectant crouch like a middle linebacker preparing to stuff a half-back dive. With Mama Chadwick nattering from the floor, Ginnifer also takes a cautious approach as she circles her opponent by walking around the perimeter of the ring, keeping one hand on the top rope at all times while the Girl of Tomorrow pivots in place to remain facing her. She completes one lap and is halfway through another before Cosworth’s patience for cat-and-mouse games reaches its limits, the brunette slightly rising from her stance and letting out a soft, exasperated sigh.
That small shift away from one hundred percent readiness is just the opening that Ginnifer is waiting for, and she surges forward to engage in an Elbow and Collar tie-up. With momentum on her side, the Gorgeous One is able to drive her larger opponent back a step or two, though Camille is quick to slam on the brakes and start pushing back in the other direction. Ginnifer was a technician and not a brute, however, so rather than try to match her opponent strength for strength, she deftly spins to one side while capturing Cosworth’s right wrist with both hands.
Holding the limb out at full extension, Chadwick gives a twist and a jerk, and Camille throws herself onto her back to go with the flow rather than allow her wrist, elbow, and shoulder to be wrenched about. Ginnifer responds by yanking the arm in the opposite direction, and Cosworth counters again by kipping back to her feet to neutralize any torque or pressure on her joints. Chadwick’s lips curl into a frown, but before she can attempt a third consecutive Arm Wringer, the Girl of Tomorrow suddenly pulls her forward by their linked arms. The Gorgeous One loses her balance as she stumbles forward, and she falls neatly across Camille’s lowered shoulders. Fireman’s Carry secured, Cosworth rises to a stand and throws herself backwards to the deck once more, though this time it’s the blonde rookie that takes the brunt of the impact thanks to a buttery-smooth Samoan Drop.
SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QLzhCZi3eJo
Ginnifer gasps loudly as her lungs are forcibly emptied, but she has the wherewithal to maintain her grips on her opponent’s right arm. Their position on the mat means Camille can’t escape joint locks via acrobatics, so Chadwick applies a simple yet savage wristlock by grabbing her right hand and twisting. Cosworth yelps in pain, and she quickly scrambles to her knees before pulling her arm away from Ginnifer’s grasps to avoid a sprained wrist. She gets to her feet and backs off, grimacing while trying to shake off the hurt from her right arm, and a few moments later a recovered Gorgeous One catches her flush in the chest with a gorgeous Standing Dropkick.
The impact knocks Camille to the mat, though as soon as her shoulders touch the canvas she rolls over backwards to get into a crouch on all fours. In another corner of the ring, Chadwick is just finding her feet as well, and the two wrestlers get upright simultaneously. This time, Cosworth takes the initiative as she charges at her opponent and leaps legs first, perhaps intending for a Hurricanrana. Ginnifer had spent many hours watching tape of her opponent at her mother’s behest, however, so she simply stoops forward and ducks to let the Girl of Tomorrow harmlessly sail over her.
Sherilyn starts to cheer when it seems that Camille might inadvertently ram her own crotch against the top turnbuckle, but evidently the elder Chadwick still had not watched enough tape of the high-flying brunette. Adjusting in the air with preternatural ease, Cosworth safely lands with both feet on the middle turnbuckle. The Girl of Tomorrow stays there only for as long as it takes Ginnifer to rise from a crouch, and then she immediately launches into a high-arcing Moonsault. Rather than simply pancaking the unsuspecting blonde who still has her back turned, Camille soars over her foe and secures a Front Facelock midway through her flip. Mama Chadwick screeches a wordless warning, though it’s far too late as Cosworth completes the flip by laying out on her back and driving the crown of Ginnifer’s head into the mat.
MIDDLE ROPE MOONSAULT DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zwVA-135fuM
Camille’s Moonsault DDT earns the first big pop of the match, and she quickly covers the splattered blonde for the…
ONE!
TWO!
...before Ginnifer punches a fist into the air and raises a shoulder off the mat.
“Oh! You scared Mama half to death!” Sherilyn cries out from ringside, fanning herself with an open hand as if she might pass out at any moment. “Don’t you do that again, Gin Blossom!”
If Ginnifer was in a condition to roll her eyes at her mother, she very likely would have. As it is, she has a hard enough time pushing to all fours while Cosworth kips to her feet to the audible pleasure of the crowd.
Camille raises a boot and nudges Chadwick in a shoulder, letting the blonde know she’s providing the Georgia native a courtesy to rejoin her at vertical before taking up the beatdown once more.
A pissed Ginnifer blindly shoves at her foe’s prodding and rises to her knees, turning and facing Camille. Apparently unhappy with the speed with which her opponent is rising, Cosworth drives a soccer kick into Chadwick’s chest, the THUMP into Ginnifer’s rack a loud one that rocks the Gorgeous One. Cosworth adds on with a second, third, fourth and fifth, the crowd gleefully chanting ‘YES’ as Sherilyn makes the ‘safe’ sign on the outside to indicate the opposite.
Her face twisted in pain from the assault, Ginnifer finally catches Camille’s foot on kick number six and pulls the leg out from under the former track star, dropping her foe to the canvas next to the blonde. Chadwick dives on the brunette’s back and starts riding her in collegiate fashion.
When Camille throws an elbow blindly behind her to try and connect the point of her elbow with Chadwick’s temple, the Gorgeous One ducks and snatches the offered limb. She flips into a bridge to try and wrench the arm out of Camille’s socket with a modified Fujiwara Armbar.
Fujiwara Armbar
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ivDw-PSE5U )
Ginnifer works the limb as best she can in her precarious position and it draws a few grunts from the trapped Camille. But Cosworth is in range to swing her free arm up and over, pumping a fist into Chadwick’s ribcage and upsetting the apple cart that is the blonde’s bridge. Chadwick tumbles away in the opposite direction, while Camille scrambles to her feet while cradling her aching wing.
The women reach their feet almost simultaneously, but the Girl of Tomorrow has the misfortune to be turned away from her dance partner and Ginnifer coolly tries to remove one of Cosworth’s wheels by throwing a chop block into the pit of Camille’s right knee.
The former fangirl genuflects, grasping at her throbbing joint. Chadwick is up quickly, collecting the right ankle of her foe and lifting the aching limb high, Camille left balancing on her hands as Ginnifer raises Cosworth’s lower half like she’s showing off the catch of the day. It’s to get the tender leg to the proper elevation so the second-generation star from Savannah can violently throw Camille’s knee to the thinly-covered plywood. The cap bounces loudly off the mat.
Camille rolls to her back, drawing the battered stem close. She pushes off the canvas with the opposite stem to make some space between she and her foe, but Ginnifer is not interested in giving Cosworth any recovery time.
Determined to take away the brunette’s pilot license, not to mention her blistering speed, Chadwick grabs Camille’s right ankle and yanks her leg away from Cosworth’s possessive grip. Spinning into a straddling mount of the extended leg, pointed toward her foe’s boot, Ginnifer drops her taut ass into the outside of Camille’s knee, testing the ligaments on yet another portion of the targeted knee. The Gorgeous One follows with four more butt bumps to the aching joint to even the score with Camille’s kicks.
Chadwick dismounts the limb but keeps a dual grip on the ankle. Standing at the end of the leg and facing Camille’s body, Ginnifer lays out and stretches tendons and ligaments in yet another direction, hoping to hyperextend this time. After her drop to the canvas, Chadwick finally releases and reverse somersaults away from the reeling Camille.
Ginnifer hops to her feet and does a walk-by Sultry Sherilyn. The Gorgeous One nods at Mama while she gets a supportive “You go Baby Girl” in return. “Tear her apart,” Sherilyn adds, as the blonde returns to Cosworth.
The rookie reaches for her old friend, Camille’s right leg, but the brunette is able to draw it away and send a left thrust of a kick into Ginnifer’s left knee, dropping the blonde to the mat as Chadwick takes a knee for a moment before skipping to her feet and limping away, cursing under and over her breath.
Given a moment with which to work, Camille drags her throbbing limb to a corner and uses the ropes behind her to pull her way up. By the time she reaches vertical, Chadwick’s on the run, barreling toward her and taking flight for a Gorgeous Splash. But Camille leans back into the buckles and raises her left leg. The Girl of Tomorrow pistons the single limb outward, impaling Chadwick’s midriff and sending her spinning away, staggering to regain her balance.
A determined Gorgeous One quickly comes back for more, sprinting into a return trip. Again, Camille uses the support of the ropes under her arms to lift her left leg to stop the charge. This time Ginnifer pulls up short, catching Camille’s limb at the ankle. She collects the limp right as well and uses the legs to swing the brunette sideways, laying them over the middle cable while shoving her foe’s head and neck above the same rope on the opposite side of the corner.
With Camille set up as a crash pad, Chadwick grabs the top ropes and uses the bottom to spring HIGH, leaping into an elevated tuck and CRASHING down on the tummy of the exposed Camille with a Double-Knee Stomp.
Double Knee Stomp
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ewLr-Vf-Kr8 )
Camille is splattered to the canvas from the nasty impact while Ginnifer gracefully lands without a scratch. The blonde collects Cosworth by right ankle and drags the Girl of Tomorrow out to the middle for a cover that would end her today.
Chadwick pivots into a hasty Crossbody pin while her mother chastises her for neglecting to hook a leg. It likely wouldn’t have made a difference as Camille rolls to one side and shoves Ginnifer away at just a “ONE!” count, and the second generation star softly snorts as she clambers upright. With Cosworth still down and winded for the time being, Mama Chadwick slaps both palms against the apron and orders her daughter to press the advantage.
“HIT HER! HIT HER AGAIN!” Sherilyn demands, and Ginnifer complies by leaping into the air and coming down with her Pinpoint Stomp on Camille’s battered right knee, one boot landing on the joint itself and the other landing on the brunette’s lower thigh.
Cosworth shrieks in anguish and her supporters in Tomorrow-Morrow Land shower the blonde with jeers, though Chadwick dismisses the wave of vitriol with nary a blink. She promptly snatches up Camille’s opposite ankle and steps around in a tight pirouette to twist that limb around her own right shin. The Girl of Tomorrow knows what’s coming when her opponent crosses her left ankle over her wounded right knee, but she can’t manage to free herself before the Gorgeous One lays down on the mat and drapes a calf over her left foot to cinch in the Figure Four Leglock.
FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6WmoEA0sLw
With Camille’s right shin in her lap, Ginnifer plants her palms against the mat and bridges her hips off the deck to increase the pressure on the hold. Going low and working the legs had been the equalizing strategy against superior athletes since time immemorial, and it proves to be doubly effective against Cosworth, who did not have the gymnastic background and limber limbs of fellow aerial daredevils like Dominique Daly or Janel Manning. What the Girl of Tomorrow did have over either of the Mites, however, was might -- both by birth and by training.
Gnashing her teeth to keep the screams down to a few whimpers and groans, Camille starts the arduous task of dragging herself and her opponent to the safety of the ropes. Time spent on the bench press and rowing machine allows her to make good progress despite fire blossoming in her legs, and the FAWNatics urge her onwards with a percussive rhythm of stomps and claps. Sherilyn prepares to stretch the bottom rope out of reach in order to make Cosworth work that much harder for a break, but she’s foiled by the watchful eye of Al Carpenter.
Forced by the referee to relocate to the other side of the ring, the elder Chadwick shouts and demands that Ginnifer snap off her opponent’s leg like a Thanksgiving drumstick. Camille proves to be made of sterner stuff though, and with a final burst of effort she’s able to wrap one hand around the bottom rope followed by the other. At her mother’s urging, the Gorgeous One elects to milk Carpenter’s count for as long as she can, and that quickly proves to be a costly mistake.
With her dual grips on the steel cable giving her additional leverage, Cosworth is able to force the pair of intertwined wrestlers to roll onto their stomachs, and suddenly it’s the blonde who’s screaming bloody murder as the pressure on the Figure Four Leglock is turned against her. As soon as the reversal is complete, Camille releases the rope in favor of grabbing her opponent’s ankles to prevent Ginnifer from releasing the hold, a trick Cosworth had learned during a particularly grueling Submission Sunday at Sydney Deschain’s backyard gym.
As eager as they were to support the Girl of Tomorrow, the fans are now equally insistent that the younger Chadwick ”TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!” Try as she might, Ginnifer can’t manage to get onto her back once more to reverse the reversal, and with her face buried in the crook of one arm the raises the other, hand quivering as her reserves of willpower and pain tolerance are running on fumes. Before the blonde can slap the mat, however, she hears her mother’s voice, and the elder Chadwick does not sound happy at all.
”GINNIFER LOUISE CHADWICK! DON’T -- YOU -- DARE!” Sherilyn bellows over the raucous audience. “MAMA DIDN’T RAISE NO QUITTER!”
Ginnifer raises her head and locks gazes with her mother, eyes desperate and pleading, as if wordlessly seeking permission to call it a night and live to fight another day.
“WIPE THAT LOOK OFF YOUR FACE, YOUNG LADY!” Mama demands, seemingly unsympathetic towards her daughter’s plight. “YOU AIN’T GON’ THROW AWAY EVERYTHING I WORKED FOR BY LOSIN’ TO THIS TWO-BIT HUSSY! I FORBID IT! DO YOU HEAR ME, GINNIFER?! I FORBID IT!”
At least for now, the Gorgeous One complies. Even as another scream of pain rips through her throat, she buries her head in her arms, this time burying both hands in her hair and tearing at her locks. The referee is not so beholden to Sherilyn’s orders, and he kneels down next to Ginnifer’s shoulder and offers her the easy way out, receiving only a shake of the head in response.
With Al’s attention focused on her daughter, Mama Chadwick sees an opportunity. She races around the squared circle to the side of the ring where Camille is laying, reaches under the bottom rope, and delivers a wicked running Sucker Punch right to the back of the brunette’s head. Caught completely unaware by the cheap shot, Cosworth’s vision explodes into stars and her body goes limp, allowing Ginnifer to escape from the leggy tangle.
Sherilyn sighs with relief as she watches her daughter stagger upright amid an avalanche of boos, then she gestures towards the semi-conscious Girl of Tomorrow and says, “Finish this, Gin Blossom.”
Ginnifer nods once, then hauls her opponent upright with two handfuls of hair. With her head still swimming from the punch to the back of the skull, Camille is in no condition to resist when Chadwick snares her right ankle with one hand and cradles the back of her knee with the other. The Gorgeous One throws herself into a twisting dive to the deck, and Cosworth is pulled along for the ride by a knee-shredding Dragon Screw.
DRAGON SCREW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mS6tOwGa2A4
Camille howls with agony before she even lands on the mat, and unfortunately for her, Ginnifer still has control of her leg. Chadwick drags her up again, and throws her down again, repeating the Dragon Screw to do as much damage as possible to her right knee.
This time, Cosworth can't even find it in herself to scream, offering instead a series of choked, heaving sobs. Mama Chadwick beams proudly from the floor and twirls a single index finger in the air, signaling for her daughter to go for a trifecta. Ginnifer does as asked and gets Camille up once more, but moments before she can go for a third Dragon Screw, the Girl of Tomorrow strikes back.
Hopping off her largely untouched left leg, Cosworth twists in the air and smashes her foot into Chadwick’s temple. The desperate Enzuigiri seems to render Ginnifer unconscious and she topples sideways to the canvas. Camille doesn't seem to be doing much better as she’s also down and clutching at her right knee, and Carpenter begins to count.
With Sherilyn’s urgent insistence, the Gorgeous One shudders back to life. She shakes her noggin to clear cobwebs and rises to a bleary-eyed seat at Al’s shout of ‘SIX’. Camille is vertical soon after, if hopping on her left leg, gingerly testing her right and failing from the pained look on her face.
As SEVEN and EIGHT pass Chadwick by it seems Camille might be able to limp to the back with the winner’s purse. But Ginnifer insists on make Cosworth work for her payday, pushing to her feet at NINE and stumbling back into a corner to catch herself. She throws an arm over the top rope on either side and tries to blink coherence back into place after the concussive kick.
Seeing her foe slowly putting more weight on the right leg, Ginnifer understands she hasn’t done as thorough a job as she’d hoped, at least not enough for Camille’s adrenaline not to overcome. Determined to make an example of Cosworth and show her star continues to rise, Chadwick pushes out of her rest stop and lopes toward the brunette as best she can manage.
There’s definitely a hitch in Ginnifer’s giddy-up and the lack of speed in her charge likely contributes to Camille getting off the first shot when the blonde reaches her, a forearm to the jaw that jars the Gorgeous One. Staggered, Chadwick nonetheless responds with one of her own that rocks Cosworth, particularly so with her balance limited from working on one-and-a-half legs.
Camille remains upright, however, and lands a blistering right cross to the blonde. Chadwick responds in kind and the duo begins a dance of fisticuffs, each pounding a punch into the other in turn, the crowd cheering and booing on cue. The volley gets up to five a piece before Camille ducks under a throw from Chadwick and wraps her right arm across the chest of her opponent.
Slipping her left arm behind Ginnifer, Cosworth grimaces in anticipation of the lift she has planned. Nevertheless, she sacrifices the pain to vault the Gorgeous One into the air with her Bottom of Tomorrow and SLAM Chadwick into the deck. It might not have had all the power of most, but the delivery’s made an impression on Ginnifer, who spreads out in a starfish at Camille’s feet.
Tomorrow’s Bottom
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-JVyFRM7ws )
Creakily, Camille drops to her knees and presses a palm into the chest and midriff of the splayed blonde, her balky right leg appearing to have taken a step backward from the effort put into the power move. She covers for the…
ONE…
TWO…
But it’s not a total surprise when Chadwick kicks her way free from the effort. Instead of lifting Ginnifer as she rises, Cosworth concentrates on shaking out her lower right limb to regain her airborne availability. She takes a long loop around the ring, her pronounced limp working its way to halfway normal, or at least Cosworth covers the pain better.
By the time she returns to the wobbly Gorgeous One, the blonde is reaching her feet and Camille treats Ginnifer to a blink-and-miss-it one-inch punch to the cleft of Chadwick’s bosom. Ginnifer is sent into a violent backpedal that sees her fly through the ropes, crash against the outside apron, and land in the arms of her mother.
Cradling her daughter close, Sherilyn screams at Al to check Cosworth for brass knux, which he does obediently with a glance. He shrugs at the protective manager, indicating there’s no metallic enhancement to Camille’s signature. Continuing to disbelieve, Sherilyn dusts off her new life’s work and confirms the Gorgeous One is ready to resume. The ‘yes’ answer from her baby is a fortunate one as Camille is ready to resume flight service to Orlando and parts between.
Having rebounded off the opposite ropes, Cosworth sprints across the canvas and leaps between the top and middle ropes. Finding two Chadwicks for the price of one, the Girl of Tomorrow barrels into mother and daughter, taking each to the thinly padded cement and leaving both hot messes lined up against the steel barricade keeping the FAWNatics at bay.
Landing on her feet, Cosworth shows a little leftover hop and wince, but the suicide dive shows she’s beginning to feel more herself. Collecting the younger of the Chadwicks by her golden locks, Camille tugs Ginnifer to her feet and walks her to the apron, stuffing her foe back in the squared circle. Before she can follow, Sultry Sherilyn spins the brunette to face her and craaacks a nasty slap across Camille’s cheek.
Cosworth’s face flushes, but amazingly, her anger seems kept mostly in check. She shoves Sherilyn off so the cougar can’t provide another, but in so doing, Ginnifer reaches between the ropes from behind and sinks her claws into Camille’s scalp. Chadwick Mach II tugs the turned Cosworth up to the canvas and scrapes her free set of nails across Camille’s baby blues.
With the blinded GOT yelping in pain, Ginnifer spins Cosworth to face her then wraps her left arm over the back of Camille’s neck. Slipping her head beneath an arm of her foe, Chadwick shows a little strength of her own, suplexing Yoona’s squeeze back into the field of play, Camille landing with a heavy THUD that sends her into arched anguish, her spinal column taking a beating from the landing.
Stubborn as ever, Camille pushes her way up. She reaches her feet, but is still stooped when Ginnifer races to her and NAIULS her with a knee trembler that spins her back to the deck in violent fashion.
Knee Trembler
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqsgdfPIeGo )
With Camille flattened, Ginnifer mounts her in a standing reverse straddle and collects Cosworth’s familiar appendage at the ankle. Reefing back in a single-leg Crab, Chadwick finds a new way to torture the Girl of Tomorrow, trying to touch Cosworth’s boot tips to the back of her skull. The Gorgeous One drops to a deeper crouch and moves up Camille’s frame to bend Cosworth’s spine to the snapping point and wrench her aching right stem in the process.
One-legged Boston Crab
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FIoVEOjwTbk ) @ 00:05
Camille shrieks as she’s forced to contort past her limits and Carpenter is quickly down on one knee by her side to offer a chance to surrender. Cosworth considers it for longer than her supporters in Tomorrow-Morrow Land would have liked, but their worries are ultimately allayed when their heroine grunts a soft “No…” that’s quickly followed by a much more resolute shout of “NO!” That convinces both Al and Ginnifer that the Girl of Tomorrow isn’t going to quit to such a hold, and the latter relinquishes her Crab in favor of leaping into the air and coming down with another Pinpoint Stomp, this time to the small of Camille’s back rather than a limb.
The brunette’s high-pitched screech is still echoing throughout the FAWN Arena when Chadwick drags her to her knees. From her spot on the floor Mama Chadwick demands -- loudly and shrilly -- that her daughter use the Sultry Powerbomb that Sherilyn herself had popularized more than two decades ago to bring an end to Cosworth’s night. Ginnifer rolls her eyes and groans at her micromanaging mother, and it’s perhaps that brief hesitation that allows Camille to turn the tables. The Girl of Tomorrow plants her hands on Ginnifer’s hips, and despite the punishment heaped on her spine and right leg, she pops to a stand and hoists the blonde high into the air.
Suddenly and involuntarily freed from the clutches of gravity, a wildly flailing Chadwick finds herself laid out horizontal and floating seven feet above the mat. Camille soon joins her in the air, twisting mid-leap and reaching over a shoulder the secure a Three Quarters Facelock on the Gorgeous One, then the vengeful ghost of Isaac Newton brings both young women crashing to the deck. Camille lands on her firm backside, and a split second later Ginnifer’s chin slams against the point of her right shoulder with a jaw-rattling CLACK. The impact jars Chadwick free from the Three Quarters Facelock, and she tumbles into a splayed out starfish. Just arm’s length away, Cosworth who isn’t looking good either as she lies prostrate with one hand pressed to her lower back that had just taken more abuse upon landing from the Pop-Up Ace Crusher.
POP-UP ACE CRUSHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dx4rsVQ5YYk
With Camille’s move having claimed two victims, Al Carpenter begins to count. He only gets up to “THREE!” however, before an interloper appears center stage on the entrance ramp. Carpenter searches his memory and identifies the woman as Lyra Faulk, one-half of the mysterious and chaotic tag team F.I.C. As per usual, Lyra looks ready to party rather than wrestle with her combination of sparkly emerald hot pants, sheer mesh shirt, and heavy eye-makeup, and she even carries a retro-style boombox on her shoulders as she shuffles and dances her way towards the ring, eyes closed and seemingly oblivious to her surroundings.
LYRA FAULK
Al realizes that he has lost his count while he distracted, though it wouldn’t have mattered as both of his charges have regained their feet with the help of the ropes on opposite sides of the ring. Camille and Ginnifer are just as confused as the referee, and they warily eye the intruder rather than continue to attack each other.
“What the hell? Get out of here, Lyra!” Carpenter shouts, though his command is ignored as Faulk climbs onto the ring apron, eyes still closed and hips still sashaying to the beat of her entrance music playing on the boombox.
The uneasy tension continues to build with every second that Lyra continues to dance and every second that the other half of F.I.C. remains unseen. Neither Cosworth nor Chadwick are willing to fully turn away from each other, while Al doesn’t want to take any official action when Faulk had yet to do anything that was technically prohibited, so they collectively do nothing except watch as Lyra continues to frisk, and frolic, and groove, and gyrate, and sway, and swish, and suddenly she stops, eyes snapping fully open.
“LOOK OU -- NNNGH!”
Camille sounds the alarm first, but with Harriet Larkin already having snuck into the ring behind her, not even the Girl of Tomorrow is quick enough to dodge the steel chair that’s swung at the side of her head. Carpenter swivels around as soon as he hears the first metallic BANG, and he’s just in time to see Ginnifer suffer an identical fate. Sherilyn screams bloody murder and demands that Cosworth be disqualified and her baby girl be awarded the victory, but instead the referee hastily throws the signal for No Contest to officially bring the match to a close with no winners or losers.
HARRIET LARKIN
That’s about all the man can do before Lyra reaches over the ropes and smashes her boombox into the back of his head. Al faceplants to the canvas amid a debris field of wires, plastic splinters, and D-cell batteries, and just for good measure, Faulk hops onto the top rope from the apron and uses the springy steel cable to propel her into one and a quarter front somersaults that ends with her belly splashing across Carpenter’s unprotected back.
SPRINGBOARD 450 SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ncu0hUDluRI
If the official had still been hanging onto a spark of consciousness before, surely it’s quenched by the brunette intruder’s Springboard 450 Splash. Lyra extends a dainty hand towards her red-headed partner, and Harriet helps her up, twirls her in a circle, and locks her in a passionate kiss right in the center of the ring, drawing more than a few lusty cheers despite their actions. Unfortunately for fans of the titillating, the F.I.C. love-in is interrupted by Sherilyn’s squawking from ringside, demanding that they vacate and cede center stage to her and her daughter. Larkin and Faulk turn their attention from each other to Mama Chadwick, and Sultry Sherilyn seems to realize the severity of her mistake.
“Gin -- Gin Blossom… Mama needs you...” she calls with a bit of a quaver in her voice as both members of F.I.C. roll out of the ring and stalk towards her.
The Gorgeous One is evidently in no condition to lend assistance as she continues to moan and writhe on the mat. Harriet and Lyra each grab one of Sherilyn’s arms and begins to drag the older blonde towards the ring, Lyra going the extra step of leaning in close and loudly sniffing their next would-be victim.
“Mmm… you’ve aged like a fine cheese,” Faulk murmurs, which only adds to Sherilyn’s distress.
“GINNIFER! GINNIFER, HELP ME!” Mama desperately shrieks when her attackers stuff her underneath the bottom rope before following her into the ring.
When her daughter still can’t come to the rescue and sharks circling ever closer, Sherilyn gets to her knees, points at the stirring Girl of Tomorrow, and shouts, “TAKE HER! LEAVE ME ALONE AND TAKE HER INSTEAD!”
“Why not both?” the red-headed Larkin ripostes through a harsh, leering grin.
With the help of her partner, Harriet hoists a blubbering and begging Sherilyn onto her back in a Gory Special, the blonde cougar stretched out backwards and facing the ceiling. There’s no possibility of escape as her elbows are locked with her captor’s and her boots wedged are against Larkin’s thighs, and Harriet parades a lap around the ring to display her to the audience before taking position near one set of ropes. The powerhouse of F.I.C. gives one nod to her more spritely comrade, and Lyra takes off in a sprint.
Faulk hits one set of ropes and bounces back with augmented speed, then she zooms past her partner and leaps onto the middle strand of the opposite. She’s there for but a second as she takes flight once more, flipping and twisting through the air while reaching for Sherilyn’s head in order to pair a Springboard Somersault Cutter with Larkin’s Gory Special. Lyra is moments away from completing the combination attack that F.I.C. had dubbed Whimper, but even as she’s halfway through her flip, Faulk is tackled out of the air by the green and blue blur that is Camille Cosworth.
The FAWNatics are already on their feet before the pair of airborne brunettes crash to the deck, the smaller Lyra taking the brunt of the impact from both the mid-air Spear and the subsequent landing. Seeing that their finishing manuever has been interrupted, Harriet releases the Gory Special and unceremoniously drops Sherilyn to the mat. With an angry snarl on her lips, the red-head cocks back her right arm and lunges at the Girl of Tomorrow who’s just now getting upright over Faulk’s prone form. Cosworth brings her hands up just in the nick of time to catch Larkin’s Lariat, and in one continuous motion she uses the captured limb to sling herself up and over her attacker’s shoulder, catching a Front Facelock midway and finally laying out on her back to drive Harriet’s skull into Lyra’s gut with a nifty Float-Over DDT.
FLOAT-OVER DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oPFXTo14_VE
Having laid waste to both interlopers in the span of five seconds, Camille kips up to an ovation from her adoring fans. Those cheers quickly disintegrate to groans and murmurs of concern, however, when Cosworth immediately falls forward to hands and knees, her feats of athleticism proving to be quite costly in light of her accumulated ailments suffered at the hands of the Gorgeous One and F.I.C. She clutches at her right leg and grimaces, taking a dozen seconds or so to find the fortitude to get to her feet once more. The Girl of Tomorrow limps towards Sherilyn, who laughs nervously and scoots backwards on her rear while extending a pleading hand towards the advancing wrestler.
“I -- I didn’t mean nothin’ when I said they could take you instead. Besides, you’re a nice, respectable young lady... right? You wouldn’t hurt lil’ ole me, wouldya?”
Whatever Camille’s intentions, she would never get to act upon them. A semi-recovered Ginnifer gets to her haunches, picks up the chair that Harriet had brought into the ring, and swings it into the back of Cosworth’s legs. Blindsided and hamstrung by the attack, Camille drops to her knees with a bloodcurdling shriek, then she pitches forward onto her face when Chadwick the Younger stands up and strikes again with the chair, this time smacking her right between the shoulderblades.
“THAT’S IT! THAT’S IT, BABY GIRL!” Sherilyn screams with delight over the torrent of jeers raining down from every corner of the FAWN Arena. “BREAK THIS BUSH-LEAGUE HARLOT! GIVE HER WHAT SHE DESERVES FOR MESSIN’ WITH MAMA!”
At her mother’s instruction, Ginnifer partially opens the chair and sets to wrapping it around Camille’s right knee, occasionally firing a kick to back of the head to keep Cosworth dazed and compliant. Ignoring the audience’s pleas for her to not ground Camille for good, Chadwick heads for the nearest corner and climbs to the top rope with clear intent to hit another Pinpoint Stomp to the steel chair. Before Ginnifer can leap, however, the Girl of Tomorrow is saved by an unlikely intervention when the Gorgeous One is struck in the side of the head by a forcefully pitched D-cell battery.
Stunned by the initial impact, Ginnifer wobbles dangerously and then she’s hit in the head by another battery, and another, and another -- Harriet Larkin displaying the sort of arm strength and accuracy that would have made her the envy of Philadelphia sports fans and soccer hooligans all over the world. Chadwick falls off the top turnbuckle after the withering barrage and lands hard on the canvas and Harriet strides over to finish the job, briefly pausing only to unleash a single kick to Sherilyn’s groin.
Lying on her side and curled into a protective ball, Mama Chadwick feebly groans, “Whose… whose side are you on…?!”
“Not yours,” Larkin pointedly answers as she walks by without looking down.
Instead, Harriet has eyes only for the younger Chadwick. The red-head hauls a discombobulated Ginnifer upright, then Irish Whips the Gorgeous One towards the opposite side of the ring where the other member of F.I.C. is waiting on the apron. As soon as Ginnifer stumbles within range, Lyra grips the middle rope with both hands, rocks back on her heels to build tension in the steel cable, and launches herself headfirst into the ring. Faulk’s shoulder meets Chadwick’s midsection with a solid THWACK, and the blonde is driven to the deck and left an unconscious wreck by Lyra’s Arrow of Time.
ARROW OF TIME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhSX8bNbYGE
Harriet grabs the elder Chadwick, one hand in the hair and one hand on the trunks, and tosses Sherilyn over to her partner as well. Meanwhile, Camille has more or less extricated herself from the steel chair, though she still hasn’t gotten to her feet by the time Larkin walks over to her. The red-head picks up the discarded chair from the mat, and Cosworth reflexively raises an arm to ward off the coming blow, but Harriet simply tosses the makeshift weapon over her shoulder and across the ring where Lyra catches it in one hand without even turning to look.
While her partner proceeds to stomp a mudhole in the Girl of Tomorrow and Sherilyn cowers at her feet, Faulk slooowwwly runs her tongue up and down one leg of the chair.
The taste of cold steel is apparently to Lyra’s liking, a wicked grin stretching across her face as she brandishes her weapon for a killshot. Mama Chadwick squeezes her eyes shut and hugs her still-woozy daughter to her bosom.
“Oh! Hold me tight, Gin Blossom!” Sherilyn cries out in despair, though her words are drowned out by a joyous cheer.
Lyra smiles and winks at the two generations of Chadwicks at her mercy. Then she swings hard to a second deafening roar of OOOOHHHHH from the fans.
Instead of the sickening crack of metal against bone, however, there’s only the soft swish of Faulk’s arms slicing through the air. Lyra seems just as bewildered as her would-be victims as she stares in disbelief at her empty, friction-burned palms that had been holding a steel chair not even a second ago. Before her Berkeley-educated mind can come to any wild hypotheses about spontaneous quantum tunneling in massive objects, the FAWNatics clue her in on a more Occam-compliant explanation.
“THIS IS AWE-SOME!” they chant.
Lyra chuckles lightly and shakes her head.
“THIS IS AWE-SOME!”
She spreads her arms out in a T-shape, and slowly pivots around.
“THIS IS AWE-SOME!”
“Girl of Tomorrow…” she whispers as she comes face-to-face with Camille Cosworth. “...sounds kinky, I like it!”
Indeed, Lyra doesn’t appear bothered that Camille is now holding the chair after snatching it out of her hands. Nor does she seem bothered that her tag team partner is lying in a motionless heap on the other side of the ring. If anything, Faulk seems rather pleased by her current situation, and she blows a kiss at the other brunette.
Cosworth is not so amused, and she flatly commands, “Leave. Now.”
To put the exclamation point on that last order, Camille puts one hand on the seat pan and other hand on the seat back, then with a burst of adrenaline-fueled strength, she pulls the folding chair apart at the hinges to a massive pop from the crowd.
“BAH GAWD, IT’S BROKEN IN HALF!” broadcast announcer Gordy Solis screams as he leaps onto his table and points accusingly at the Girl of Tomorrow. “THAT CHAIR HAD A FAMILY! THAT CHAIR HAD A FAMILY!”
Camille’s show of power seems to have the opposite of its intended effect, however, as Lyra rolls her eyes back in her head, bites her bottom lip, and moans, “Mmmmmm… I am SO aroused right now…”
With an angry snort, Cosworth lets the remnants of the dismantled chair clatter to the mat, then she takes a deep breath and screams, “DRAC --”.
Before she can finish, all of the lights click off, plunging the arena into total darkness and drawing surprised gasps from the audience. At first they think that perhaps it’s some technical difficulty with the ultraviolet lights that typically accompany Camille’s Ninety Seconds of Awesome, though they grow restless when the darkness drags on past the ten second mark.
Suddenly, the lights come back on just as abruptly as they had gone off, and the fans gasp even louder, because in the ring now and seemingly presenting a united front with the Girl of Tomorrow are members of the Church of Eternal Midnight. Flanking Cosworth on the left are Ashley Conda and Tiffany Mayes, on the right is Miranda Wainright, and conspicuous in her absence is Adelaide Brewster.
MIRANDA WAINRIGHT
ASHLEY CONDA
TIFFANY MAYES
If it wasn’t obvious before, it becomes clear now that Camille wants nothing to do with Miranda and her merry band of zealots. Cosworth recoils and spins around to face the Church of Eternal Midnight, eyes wide and fists clenched at her sides, apparently ready to fight even against overwhelming odds. In response, they fan out around her in a triangular formation to cut off any avenues of escape.
The other women in the ring are quicker to vacate. Sherilyn and Ginnifer had already evacuated under cover of darkness, never looking back as they head up the entrance ramp while leaning against each other for support. The always eccentric and flighty Lyra seems happy to have more ladies with whom to play, but whatever plan she has in mind gets a hard veto from her partner. Already out on the floor, Harriet reaches under the bottom rope to grab Lyra by the ankles and drag her out of the ring as well. The red-head throws her more diminutive partner over one shoulder, then she climbs over the steel barricade and beats a hasty retreat through the sea of FAWNatics.
“Hello again, sister,” Miranda pleasantly greets once she and her cult are alone with Camille.
Cosworth only glowers in response, though that doesn’t dampen Wainright’s spirits in the least. Miranda notices that Al Carpenter is finally stirring back to life after having a boombox smashed over his head, and she gestures for her two acolytes to take the man away.
“Sisters, please see that this poor arbiter get the medical attention he needs, and allow me to have a word alone with dear Camille,” Wainright instructs before turning to address Cosworth directly. “You may relax now. There is --”
“What are you doing here?” Camille demands while stepping forward chest-to-chest with the Church leader, an atypically aggressive stance from the normally laid back brunette.
“Helping you, of course.”
“I didn’t NEED or ASK for --”
“Oh, my dear, sweet sister...” Miranda cuts in as she tries to stroke Camille’s face, although Cosworth slaps away the offending appendage. “...we do not have to be asked to help our family, it is something we do of our own accord rather than start wars we cannot finish. Notice that WE are here, and SHE is not, because WE are --”
“Get out of my ring, Miranda. Just… shut your mouth... and get out of my ring,” the Girl of Tomorrow says with an angry huff.
Wainright frowns.
“Very well, sister, though it hurts me that you will not even grace us with a word of appreciation or gratitude. Such is the behavior of a petty, small-minded ingrate, not the Girl of Tomorrow.”
Miranda steps past Camille, dips through the ropes, and drops down to the floor. She begins walking towards the backstage area, never turning to look back at the ring, and she’s halfway up the entrance ramp before she hears Cosworth’s voice over the PA system.
“Hey, Miranda…” Camille says into her freshly procured microphone, “...thanks.”
Wainright spins on her heels and gives an overly dramatic, patronizing bow while she silently mouths You’re welcome. Smirking as she has gotten what she wanted, Miranda turns her back on the ring and starts walking away once more. She’s at the top of the entranceway and just about to push through the curtains to make her exit when Cosworth speaks again over the arena speakers.
”You guys are still a bunch of cunts.”
Just like that the FAWN Arena EXPLODES into the loudest pop of the night. Cosworth’s language was typically so squeaky clean, and the FAWNatics treat her concise yet profane outburst as the once-in-a-blue-moon event that it is, rewarding her with a standing ovation that matches any she’d ever received. Narrowing her eyes in irritation, Wainright regards the brunette still in the ring. She opens her mouth, perhaps to get in the last word, but she’s immediately out-voted twenty thousand to one as the entirety of the audience shouts her down with a deafening chant of “CUNT! CUNT! CUNT! CUNT!”
Denied her verbal rejoinder, Miranda settles for pointing at herself, then her right eye, then Camille. Message of I’ll be seeing you delivered, she wheels around and pushes through the curtains.