Post by bigfan on Nov 5, 2017 20:23:11 GMT
After winning the title it seems the championship committee weren’t going to make things easy for the Mighty Mite. “Ladies and gentlemen. Introducing, hailing from Altoona Pennsylvania, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-three pounds. She is the Suplex Machine, and she is the former two time FAWN Lightweight Champion… THE PA POWERHOUSE …WENDY SMITH!”
Fans of throws and hot brunettes were already on their feet by the time…
Paramore’s ‘Misery Business’
www.youtube.com/watch?v=36ZOfeQKXUs hits the speakers.
It wasn’t too long thereafter that the lightweight stalwart and Mayor of Suplex City comes breezing through the curtain. Smith comes to a stop at the top of the ramp, throwing up her fists and offering a bellowed, “YEEEEAAAH!” The greeting was thrown back at her a thousand-fold. It seems like Wendy as always, she’s looks fired up she bounces around with boundless energy. The brunette wears a black FAWN t-shirt covering her choice of togs, she moves to the center of the ramp and crosses her arms grabbing the bottom edge of the t-shirt asking, “YOU GUYS READY!”
WENDY SMITH:
The FAWN crowd roars, The PA Powerhouse jerks the t-shirt over her head and throws it out into the crowd. Wendy is clad in a black sports bra up top, her bottoms are a wrestling singlet that is a baby blue color with two thin straps running up over her powerful shoulders, the singlet is little more than booty shorts with suspenders. On the front just below her navel are a pair crossed of sledge hammers, a closer look shows the letters N.G.N stamped on the heads of the hammers.
The FAWNatics cheer their approval as Wendy is making her way down the ramp at a brisk pace, Smith slaps a few hands, but then begins sprinting down the runway. The FAWNatics cheer the bouncing brunette on as she dives into the ring under the bottom rope. Smith pops to her feet quickly and makes a bee-line across the ring and hits the ropes and bounces back. She cris-crosses the ring before coming to a stop and raising her arms again to the crowd before she heads to her corner.
The crowd begins chanting, “Three time Champ… Three time Champ …Three time Champ!” Wendy just grins.
Having ripped the gold free of the dimpled ditz and made good on her long-time guarantee to become FAWN’s lightweight champion, Daly gulps hard as she gets a pep talk from her fellow Mite Janel Manning
“She’s not an athlete, Domi,” Manning insists, dipping to rub Daly’s belt. “Girl’s a has-been. You’re on top of the pedestal and she’s looking up at you. She’s worried about what you’re going to do to her.”
Domi nods, somewhat unconvincingly, so Janel gives her partner a shake.
“Time for an athlete to do what she does!”
The Mighty Mite’s lips pull a grin wide, her exotic features glowing.
“I got this,” the Pac Rim beauty assures.
“You got this,” the ironically nicknamed Golden Mite replies. “Until I got this.”
Domi turns quizzically and it’s Janel’s turn to smile. She slaps Daly atop the shoulders.
“Show these people. You ain’t no one’s bytch, including the Suplex Slut.”
Lady Gaga’s ‘Applause’ crashes through the arena, the assembled giving Dominique Daly anything but what she normally craves.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pco91kroVgQ
The fans boo their hearts and lungs out not only for her turning on them, but for how she’d tricked Chloe into giving her a title shot and then made jam out of Strawberry, claiming sub-125 supremacy.
Dominique Daly:
The exotic, little former gymnast pushes through the curtains and bounces out to center stage, the multitude’s volume growing in its renewed hate of the veteran gold-holder. The leader of the significantly reduced numbers of Domi-Nation appears with the first verse of her entrance accompaniment.
The vertically challenged hardbody is decked out in a gleaming gold leotard dusted with tiny stars in red, white and blue. Strategic rips reveal several swatches of Daly’s trim midriff, her chiseled tummy matching the perfectly-sculptured shoulders, arms and thighs. The look is complete with matching gold tape on her wrists and ankles, chalk powder on her palms and the soles of her bare feet. Around her waist is strapped a glittering accessory.
Dominique seems mesmerized as she gazes at the symbol of her division’s top spot. She unsnaps and raises it high, the hatred only increasing in volume from the fans. Carefully, the champ returns her belt to around her flawless midsection.
Daly throws her head back, cups her hands around her mouth and shouts “HIT IT!”
The lights turn strobe, flickering on and off so fast that even the most attentive fans can’t follow all of the effortlessly intricate series of tumbles, handsprings, flips and cartwheels that take the exotic brunette down the ramp. Tracking her is made all the more difficult by the thunderous trail of gold pyro that accompany her journey from one end of the aisle to the other.
When the lights regain their equilibrium Daly is on the outside of the top turnbuckle opposite Smith. She’s filled with electricity from the jeers she’d long lived with it and embraced again.
Dominique throws her hands overhead in a ‘V’ and launches heavenward before spiraling into a descent that plants her in the center of the ring as the announcer initiates his introduction, Gaga going bye-bye.
“And her opponent. Hailing from Portland, Oregon. She stands five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twelve pounds. She is the ORIGINAL Mighty Mite…and she is the FAWN LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION…DOMINIQUE DALY!”
The crowd’s further chance to exhibit their disgust with Domi is cut short when Daly grabs the stick and shoos the announcer away.
“Shut your mouths and know my gold,” Daly shouts. “I told each and every single one of you. No one is my peer in any sports endeavor. Not a silly sap with a stuffed bear.”
Domi turns her gaze directly at Wendy.
“And not some girl who helped her father clean out septic tanks before she found one thing she could do well in the ring. Bytch. REAL athletes know more than one move and I’m going to show you how I ride a one-trick pony.”
Ignoring the hate filling the arena, Domi tosses the microphone back to its owner, pops to a handstand and “walks” to her corner, finally flipping to her feet. She unhooks her title belt and hands it to a FAWN flunky, dressing him down if he tarnishes it in the. Turning, the champ settles into an expectant crouch, waiting for the bell.
The tolling brings both brunettes out of their corners. Though she’s only got a couple inches on the former gymnast, Wendy has nearly 20 pounds on the featherweight and plenty of power to spare, so it seems ill-advised when Daly moves toward a collar-and-elbow lock-up. Just as they are about to link, Domi slips through Smith’s grasp and slinks behind her, catching the Powerhouse in a waistlock from behind.
The Mite tries to lift Wendy off the canvas and drop her to the deck, but Smith widens her base and anchors herself in place. Frustrated but not relenting, Daly cinches her grip tighter around Wendy’s taut midriff, but she can’t budge the challenger. Giving up on that course, the lightweight champ shifts her grip to a side headlock.
Almost instantly, Wendy’s able to get her hands on the Mite’s hips and shove Dominique toward the ropes in front of them. Daly seems freed when on the run, released from her failed gambit. She rebounds off the cables and the patter of her bare feet send her in a sprint into Smith, the near Olympian burying a shoulder and THUMPING into the stationed Wendy.
Domi staggers back a step or three before catching her balance, Smith unmoved. Furious at the smiling PA Powerhouse, she heads for another set of ropes and u-turns out of the rubber-coated steel. This time Daly leaps into a would-be Thesz Press, but Brickhouse Wendy swats Domi away like a buzzing fly. To her credit, the former gymnast lands on her feet, but is clearly aggravated.
“Bytch,” Domi shouts. “You’ve never had to deal with an athlete at the top of her game.”
Wendy shrugs and offers the Portland native another try. On cue, Dominique takes off again and rebounds into a dash toward the busty challenger. Wendy pivots on her foe’s approach and scoop powerslams Daly to the deck, Domi’s sinewy little frame bouncing off the canvas with the force of the impact and spreading into a spandex-covered starfish.
Scoop Powerslam
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cyZ00XdFUUE )
Wendy drops her body heavily atop the champion’s chest in a lateral press. Smith hooks the abbreviated far leg of the former gymnast and current bratty veteran and collects the…
ONE…
TWO…
Domi kicks her way free and pushes to all fours where Wendy straps on a side headlock from a kneeling position. She tries to develop some cauliflower in Daly’s ears before drawing the featherweight grappler to her feet. Surprisingly, Dominique shows enough strength to shove Wendy off and it’s Smith who hits the ropes and returns.
Daly understands she can’t handle a charging Pennsylvania Powerhouse and tries to leapfrog the advancing Wendy. But Smith catches Daly on the way up around the waist in a bearhug. She gives the smaller brunette a violent rattle in her embrace then dips and stuffs Domi across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry.
But before Smith can secure both arms around the body of the champ, the slippery Daly slides down her back. The Mighty Mite leaps into a tuck with her knees pressed tight into Wendy’s shoulderblades, her hands cupping under Smith’s chin. Falling to the canvas, Domi RIPS Wendy off her feet and ‘backstabs’ the curvy Hammer emphatically.
Backstabber (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z5fGWczK_q0 )
As quickly as she had Domi stretched and pinned, so is Wendy laid out and the champ scrambles atop her challenger in a crossbody press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Wendy throws Daly into the air, Dominique ending on the balls of her feet she’s tossed so forcefully. But this isn’t Daly’s first FAWN rodeo and her emerald, almond-shaped peepers aren’t thrown wide in surprise from Smith’s strength. Instead, standing at Wendy’s side, Domi immediately leaps into a standing moonsault, the backflip sending her crashing tummy to tummy in a potent splash.
Standing Moonsault (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QCH5kGRT0-o )
Smith jackknifes around the gutting gymnast before settling in a weakened sprawl. Domi hooks both legs and folds Smith up in a cradle for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Again Wendy finds her freedom with a full second to spare, but this time Domi’s ejection is far less impressive, Daly sent up to her haunches. The Mite hops the rest of the way to her feet and sprints to the strands in front of her, leaping into the middle cable while grabbing the top. The long-time FAWN vet hasn’t lost a step or an inch of height on her Domi-sault.
Domi-sault (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QCH5kGRT0-o )
But the well is dry this time, Smith pulling her knees up and impaling Daly’s flawless abdomen. Though steely, the midsection muscles can’t help but be pierced to a degree and Daly rolls away, groaning and swaddling her aching belly.
Smith shows that while she may not be as bendy as the Mite, she has plenty of athleticism, kipping to her feet to the roar of the crowd.
With a moaning Daly on all fours, head and ponytail drooping, a standing Smith wraps her arms around the taut tummy of Pac Rim beauty and LIFTS her off hands and knees through sheer power. But Smith doesn’t hesitate at pulling Domi into a reverse bearhug. Instead, she continues to lift the bug-eyed Daly all the way up and over with a deadlift gutwrench suplex that splatters the champion on her spine, the suburbs of Suplex City reached, with Wendy no doubt entering the express lane to downtown.
Perhaps realizing this, the crashing Mite uses the force from the throw to roll out of her ring-rattling impact and remove herself from the squared circle. Her bare tootsies land on the cool cement of the arena floor. Daly staggers to the steel barricade behind her, leaning into the front row, ignoring the soft slaps on her back by adventurous FAWNatics in order to keep full attention to the weaponized PA Powerhouse.
Wendy hits the far ropes and feigns a Suicide Dive that has Daly leaping into the front row before the Altoona Hammer pulls up short and gives the assembled a chuckle or two before a scowling Domi pulls herself out of the paying audience and back over the barrier.
Smith invites the Mite in, backing away to give plenty of room to the champ, not wanting Dominique to consider taking a countout loss and calling it a night. But the arrogant supreme athlete of the lightweight division doesn’t seem to have any such thoughts, such is her confidence at the moment. She moves to the apron’s edge and hops to the canvas.
Grabbing the top rope, Daly leaps onto the uppermost strand, her soles pressing into the rubber-coated steel. Using the cable as a springboard to cover more than half the ring, the former gymnast NAILS a startled Wendy with a perfectly placed springboard missile dropkick to her foe’s bosom, Smith taken off her feet and crashing to the deck.
Wendy reverse somersaults to her feet and backpedals into the ropes behind her, her arms thrown over the top rope as she tries to regain her bearings. The champ is quickly on her toes and moves to the cables, slipping the middle over the top, looping them into a knot, Wendy’s arms stuck between. With Smith trapped, Domi moves directly in front of the struggling Smith and delivers an echoing bytch slap to Smith’s cheek. Wendy’s noggin swivels from the impact and comes back with a stern scowl.
“You are so...” SMACK. Another open hand to the reddening face of the Powerhouse ends Wendy’s brief commentary.
With one message delivered, Dominique turns and races to the opposite strands. She barrels into another rope-assisted u-turn and leaps into a front flip several feet out from her target. Landing on the canvas gracefully, the Mite somersaults and leaps forward into a nasty SPEAR of Wendy’s gut. The impaling shoulder of the Mite unknots Smith’s arms from the ropes, sending the curvy brunette CRASHING out of the ring and to the floor below.
With the challenger ejected, Domi moves to the middle and immediately demands the official start his ten-count to end the match, giving her a successful defense against one of the most dangerous lightweights in the business.
The striped-shirt indeed begins his tally, though not quick enough for the ponytailed brunette’s liking. Instead, a jumpy Domi fidgets as Wendy works to find her feet on the outside. Judging she can’t let Smith recover, Dominique speeds down the available runway and leaps between the top and middle ropes. She slams into the risen Powerhouse, her left arm instantly wrapping around the noggin of the challenger. And in one swift spinning movement, the Pac Rim beauty from Rip City DDTs Wendy into the floor, the crown of Smith’s skull pounded into the cement.
Wendy flips to her back and skids to a stop, the crowd silenced by Domi’s incredible and incredibly successful aerial fireworks. Daly makes it to one knee and shouts at the splayed, barely conscious Hammer.
“Get up from that, Wendy!” Daly shouts, wearily pushing to her feet. She pumps her fist enthusiastically, knowing she’s got this. “Yeah. I didn’t think so.”
Turning to the ring, Daly sees the properly awestruck referee has yet to start his count and Domi screams at the zebra to get his ass in gear. Finally, after another few seconds that see Wendy stir, if slightly, he remembers his duty and shouts out a ‘ONE’.
Satisfied her night is nearly over, Domi climbs back in the squared circle and takes a victory lap around the ring, holding her abbreviated arms high and scolding the FAWNatics for thinking the end of her title reign could possibly come tonight.
As the referee reaches five, Dominique takes the time to make another lap of the ring taunting the Fallout crowd and proclaiming her Lightweight Title will be the longest in FAWN history. Wendy tries to get back to her feet, but falls back down on her shapely bottom hand pressed to her forehead as the stars continue to shoot through her vision. The Referee takes a peek back at Domi before counting “SIX!”
Four seconds from victory Domi moves down to the turnbuckles on her right and hops up to a seat on the top pad and crosses her arms and legs with a smug smile on her face. Which means she misses Smith crawling towards the ring apron, when the official reaches eight Wendy has her arms up on the ring apron pulling herself into the ring.
“Oh Hell No!” The Pac Rim Beauty yells as she sees the Suplex Machine trying to beat the clearly slow count. The Mighty Mite leaps from her perch sprinting as her bare feet touch the canvas. Taking aim, Domi goes into a baseball slide targeting Wendy’s orbs with the balls of her feet.
The Powerhouse is known for her strength in FAWN’s smaller division, but that doesn’t mean Wendy is plodding by any means. She sees the Champ coming and Wendy spins and rolls into the ring as Domi slides under the bottom rope and out on to the floor.
Daly lands on her feet easy enough and screams in frustration as she spins back around towards the ring. Inside the ring, Wendy crawls a few feet toward the center and tries to stand again. Still a little woozy, she runs a hand through her hair. The red imprint from the arena floor is clear on her forehead. The Mighty Mite takes advantage of the loopy Powerhouse and leaps, slamming a forearm down across Wendy’s broad shoulders. The blow propels Smith forward in an out of control stumble until she falls into the ropes, arms draping over the top strand.
Staying on top is the only thing in Domi’s mind right now, and she has a brilliant idea of how to do so. Running, the ponytailed brunette leaps up and lands all her weight down across Wendy’s shoulders forcing her throat down across the top strand. From her new seat, Daly grins out at the booing FAWNatics as she grabs on to the top rope, both to hold herself in place and to pull it up into Wendy’s windpipe. The move is affective, but the referee of course has an objection to its use. “Off the ropes Domi! ONE!”
The athlete rolls her eyes, and uses up most of the five count before dropping to the canvas and stepping back, hands up in the air. Wendy coughs as the first gulp of air burns on the way down, her face now nearly as red as the mark on her forehead. The referee leans on the ropes next to Wendy checking on her, but in Domi’s mind she’s already given the Suplex Machine too much time. Daly grabs a handful of dark curvy hair and starts to pull Smith off the ropes, Wendy though has had enough and fires a back elbow that catches Daly in the side of the head just above her ear.
Now it’s the Champ seeing stars, as she holds the side of her head and turns away. Smith, seeing red at this point, gives chase and reaches down grabbing both of Domi’s ankles. She them, yanks dropping the Pac Rim beauty face first on the canvas. Wendy rises to her all be it short height and, still holding Domi’s ankles, plants her foot between the other brunette’s legs, then folds the champ’s feet around Smith’s posted leg. Wendy leans forward slapping Daly’s sides until she has to bring her arms back to protect her ribs and then Smith grabs both wrists and pulls Domi up.
“One trick pony? Lets she how you let to be stretched?”
Wendy pulls the Mite’s torso up off the canvas, and keeps pulling until only Domi’s knees are touching the mat. Daly feels like her arms are about to come out of their sockets as Wendy crosses her arms until Domi’s elbows are touching. The referee kneels a safe distance out in front of the trapped Mite asking, “What do you say Domi? You want to give it up?”
“BEEEEEEP” The guys in the sound truck keep the curse from going out to those watching FALLOUT from home.
Wendy brings Domi’s arms back, so she can put her boot between the champ’s shoulder blades and shoves the ponytailed brunette face first into the canvas with a curbstomp. The PA Powerhouse put so much force into her stomp she staggers out over top of the Mite nearly falling to the mat herself. Domi, muddle-brained at the moment, doesn’t realize Wendy is back and shooting a half nelson to roll the champ over.
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOOO!
The True Athlete somehow kicks out with a half a tick to spare. The champ saved her title, but now the Suplex Machine is warmed up and ready to roll. Wendy brings Domi up with her in a front facelock. Still stunned from the curbstomp, Daly is only vaguely aware as Smith flips her arm up across the PA Powerhouse’s shoulders. Wendy helps herself to a handful of spandex at Domi’s hip and hoists her into the air for a vertical Suplex. When the Mite reaches the apex, Wendy slams on the brakes holding Domi inverted. When the crowd starts to count how long Domi is held upside down, Wendy does squats. This is a girl that doesn’t miss legs day in the gym.
“ONE…TWO…THREE…FOUR…FIVE….SIX…SEVEN…EIGHT…NINE…TEN!”
The crowd roars as Wendy falls backwards slamming Domi into the thinly-padded plywood. Daly lands flat on her back and is bounced up to a seated position before slumping over on to her left side. Just like that Dominique finds herself on the toll road to Suplex City. Wendy climbs to her feet and moves over to gather Domi up again. Front facelock applied Wendy leads Daly closer to the ropes this time when she hoists the champ into the air, she reverses Domi’s direction dropping her legs across the top rope. The Mite springs back off the ropes and is taken over and slammed into the mat again this time with the slingshot Suplex.
SLINGSHOT SUPLEX: @0:23
www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6_Ww3Rvakk
The Golden Mite is left starfished on the canvas, her leg twitching a bit as Wendy rolls over on top of Domi and hooks an arm under the Pac Rim Beauty’s far leg, lifting it high in the air. Domi’s head lolls a bit as she sees the ropes are too far way for her shorter arms.
ONE…
TWO…
THNO!
Again Domi digs deep down into that Olympic drive and manages to kick free from the Powerhouse. Wendy grunts, but doesn’t complain about the count, just a few more Suplexes and Domi won’t be going anywhere.
The crowd breaks into a displeasured roar then as the Golden Mite Janel Manning starts down the ramp towards ringside.
JANEL MANNING:
The blonde reaches ringside as Wendy bends down to pluck the champ off the canvas. Janel pounds her palms on the ring apron yelling, “Come on Domi! You got this!”
Wendy smirks, “Yeah she looks like she’s got it.”
After taunting Janel, Smith whips Domi into the far ropes, before Daly hits the cables, Wendy is racing towards her with hands clasp together ready to deliver the Altoona Sledgehammer into Domi’s chest. The referee, watching the action, misses Manning climbing up to the ring apron. As the Powerhouse winds up to hammer Domi, the ponytailed brunette ducks out of the way and races towards the opposite ropes. Instead of rebounding off the ropes Dominique is embraced by Janel and then helped out of the ring.
Wendy, spinning around, yells something unintelligible to get the referee’s attention. By the time the ref turns though, Janel has Domi out of the ring holding her supportively. Smith starts towards the pair, but is cut off by the referee, “I got it.”
Walking over, he starts to count and, between numbers, warns Janel he will DQ Domi if she interferes. The Mighty Mite, standing on her own now hands on knees, nods at whatever the blonde says and Janel slides under the ropes popping to her feet in front of the referee.
“You’re worse than the Bulgarian judge!” Pointing at Smith, Manning adds, “She’s been cheating all night and you haven’t done a thing! Dominique is the champ, she deserves better.”
The referee again orders Janel out of the ring, Wendy adds, “Get your wide load ass out of the ring Janel and get Domi back in here so I can finish kicking hers.”
Janel pushes past the ref pointing a finger at the Suplex Machine, her eyes flying wide as she sees Wendy clasp her hands ready to swing the Altoona Sledgehammer at the intruder. Janel dives out of the way and the PA Powerhouse instead blasts the poor referee square in the chest. The man tumbles backwards and falls out of the ring.
Wendy looks shocked as she realizes her mistake, but that’s about the same time Janel hits her from the side with a drop kick. Before Smith can recover, Manning scrambles on top of Wendy and beings unloading fist and forearms on the brunette’s head and chest. Wendy is able to grab Janel by the shoulders and flip her off her perch and both get back to their feet about the same time.
It’s the Suplex Machine that strikes first, a quick toe kick to the stomach doubles over Manning and the PA Powerhouse pulls the Mighty Mite into a front facelock. The FAWNatics cheer as Wendy looks out to them for approval of taking Janel to Suplex City as well.
Outside the ring, Domi has recovered, and slides back into the ring coming up on Wendy’s six. The Suplex Machine flips Janel’s arm up over her head and reaches for a handful of trunks when Daly’s forearm splits Wendy’s legs and slams into the former champ’s undercarriage.
Smith howls in pain as she goes knock-kneed, hands wedging between her thighs as she tends the fires down below. Janel, less than happy about almost being suplexed, slams a forearm across Wendy’s gurls blasting her on to her back with the clothesline. Once the Suplex Machine is down, the Mites fall on her like a pack of wild animals with stomps, fists, and forearms. Domi and Janel seem intent on pummeling Wendy into the canvas.
The timekeeper, realizing there is no referee to take control, begins ringing the bell repeatedly.
Domi stops her beating of Wendy long enough to pull the shoulder straps of her foe’s singlet down then peels the sweat-soaked sports bra over Wendy’s head. The former champ is left stripped to the waist. Daly gives Janel an order and they roll Smith to her stomach. Janel steps between Wendy’s legs and dips down wrapping her arms around the brunette’s waist. Domi moves out in front of the pair and waits. The Golden Mite shows her own strength off lifting the battered brunette in a wheelbarrow position and holds Wendy upright for a moment while Domi rushes in and leaps. The Mighty Mite drives her knees into Wendy’s orbs and wraps her hands around the back of Smith’s neck. With Janel giving assistance Domi pulls the Altoona native down in an inverted lungblower crushing Wendy’s ta-tas.
The bell continues ringing, but still no sign of help from the back.
Wendy, groaning, arms folded across her chest, looks helpless as Domi orders Janel to “Spread her out”
The champ turns and hops on to the nearest turnbuckle, climbing to the top as Janel positions Wendy. She grabs both wrists and puts her boots on Wendy’s shoulders, holding her exposed as Domi leaps into the void.
The Mighty Mite flips in mid-air and drives both feet into Wendy defenseless abs. Smith’s legs kick in the air, but Janel keeps her upper body trapped on the mat. Domi hopes off and back flips over crashing down across Smith’s abused belly finishing her Stick the Dismount.
With the bell still ringing, a cheer goes up as a blonde bursts out from behind the curtain. Bunny Cooper races down the ramp just as Domi completes her Stick the Dismount.
BUNNY COOPER:
The Upstart isn’t even fully dressed. She has a pair of booty shorts on and a purple bra with smiley faces on the cups and her hair is damp. She defeated Jungle wrestler Kathy Atlas in a dark match earlier in the evening.
Sliding under the ring ropes, Bunny pops to her feet as Domi does her back flip and, not wearing any footwear, Cooper kicks Domi in the side of the head as she passes, then leaps on to the seated Janel and begins raining forearms down on the blonde’s head. ‘
The FAWNatics are going wild as the Upstart comes to her mentor’s defense. The Florida Powerhouse pulls Manning up and bearhugs her. Another roar goes up as Bunny lifts and spins Janel hitting a Bunny-to-belly suplex on the shorter blonde.
Bunny leaves Janel on the canvas and turns to find Domi stumbling toward her, The Pac Rim Beauty cries out as Cooper Bear hugs her. Sarasota Sunshine thrashes the champ around a bit, ponytail flying back and forth, before Domi gets the Bunny-to-Belly suplex landing right beside Janel.
Cooper pushes up off of Domi and goes over to check on Wendy. The mentor groans, “Watch your back.”
Spinning around, Bunny is slammed into by a recovered Golden Mite, Janel driving her shoulder into the Upstart’s tummy and plowing her into the corner. Janel then rams a pair of shoulders into the trapped blonde’s belly. But as she leans back for the third one, Cooper brings a double axehandle down on Manning’s spine, knocking her to one knee. Bunny then brings her knee up right under Janel’s chin knocking the fireplug blonde over backwards.
This time Cooper decides to clear the ring. Bending over, Bunny grabs Janel by the seat of the pants and scuff of the neck and tosses her out of the ring between the middle and top ropes. Janel hits the ring apron, bouncing off to the floor below. Suplex Machine 2 then turns to find Domi, but Wendy is up and already tossing Domi out of the ring.
Mentor and student meet and share a short hug then turn, ready to face the Mites if they decide to try and re-enter the ring.
Janel has made her way to Domi and helps the champ to her feet. Also outside the ring, more officials have arrived to help their fallen compatriot. A short conversation follows and the ring announcer is called over.
“THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH….BY DISQUALIFACTION….AND STILL FAWN LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMP….DOMINIQUE DALY!”
The crowd boos the decision, as the Mighty Mite snatches her belt away from the ring attendant and hugs it to her chest.
Wendy, still topless, starts towards the referee, “What do you mean I’m disqualifed!”
The man still rubbing his chest grunts, “You hit me.”
Smith throws her hands in the air, “SHYT!”
Any other complaints are put on hold as Dominique takes the mic from the ring announcer.
“It’s about time you punish these cheaters that run amok in FAWN.”
Looking up into the ring the champ points at the Upstart.
“Congratulations. You’ve just went from a nobody to Dead Meat. FAWN isn’t a place for chubby non-athletes!”
Domi tosses the mic down and, with Janel’s help, heads towards the back. Wendy and Bunny watch them go. Bunny goes and retrieves Wendy’s sports bra, the PA Powerhouse snatches it in one hand as she still glares at the Mites.
ill glares at the Mites.
Fans of throws and hot brunettes were already on their feet by the time…
Paramore’s ‘Misery Business’
www.youtube.com/watch?v=36ZOfeQKXUs hits the speakers.
It wasn’t too long thereafter that the lightweight stalwart and Mayor of Suplex City comes breezing through the curtain. Smith comes to a stop at the top of the ramp, throwing up her fists and offering a bellowed, “YEEEEAAAH!” The greeting was thrown back at her a thousand-fold. It seems like Wendy as always, she’s looks fired up she bounces around with boundless energy. The brunette wears a black FAWN t-shirt covering her choice of togs, she moves to the center of the ramp and crosses her arms grabbing the bottom edge of the t-shirt asking, “YOU GUYS READY!”
WENDY SMITH:
The FAWN crowd roars, The PA Powerhouse jerks the t-shirt over her head and throws it out into the crowd. Wendy is clad in a black sports bra up top, her bottoms are a wrestling singlet that is a baby blue color with two thin straps running up over her powerful shoulders, the singlet is little more than booty shorts with suspenders. On the front just below her navel are a pair crossed of sledge hammers, a closer look shows the letters N.G.N stamped on the heads of the hammers.
The FAWNatics cheer their approval as Wendy is making her way down the ramp at a brisk pace, Smith slaps a few hands, but then begins sprinting down the runway. The FAWNatics cheer the bouncing brunette on as she dives into the ring under the bottom rope. Smith pops to her feet quickly and makes a bee-line across the ring and hits the ropes and bounces back. She cris-crosses the ring before coming to a stop and raising her arms again to the crowd before she heads to her corner.
The crowd begins chanting, “Three time Champ… Three time Champ …Three time Champ!” Wendy just grins.
Having ripped the gold free of the dimpled ditz and made good on her long-time guarantee to become FAWN’s lightweight champion, Daly gulps hard as she gets a pep talk from her fellow Mite Janel Manning
“She’s not an athlete, Domi,” Manning insists, dipping to rub Daly’s belt. “Girl’s a has-been. You’re on top of the pedestal and she’s looking up at you. She’s worried about what you’re going to do to her.”
Domi nods, somewhat unconvincingly, so Janel gives her partner a shake.
“Time for an athlete to do what she does!”
The Mighty Mite’s lips pull a grin wide, her exotic features glowing.
“I got this,” the Pac Rim beauty assures.
“You got this,” the ironically nicknamed Golden Mite replies. “Until I got this.”
Domi turns quizzically and it’s Janel’s turn to smile. She slaps Daly atop the shoulders.
“Show these people. You ain’t no one’s bytch, including the Suplex Slut.”
Lady Gaga’s ‘Applause’ crashes through the arena, the assembled giving Dominique Daly anything but what she normally craves.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pco91kroVgQ
The fans boo their hearts and lungs out not only for her turning on them, but for how she’d tricked Chloe into giving her a title shot and then made jam out of Strawberry, claiming sub-125 supremacy.
Dominique Daly:
The exotic, little former gymnast pushes through the curtains and bounces out to center stage, the multitude’s volume growing in its renewed hate of the veteran gold-holder. The leader of the significantly reduced numbers of Domi-Nation appears with the first verse of her entrance accompaniment.
The vertically challenged hardbody is decked out in a gleaming gold leotard dusted with tiny stars in red, white and blue. Strategic rips reveal several swatches of Daly’s trim midriff, her chiseled tummy matching the perfectly-sculptured shoulders, arms and thighs. The look is complete with matching gold tape on her wrists and ankles, chalk powder on her palms and the soles of her bare feet. Around her waist is strapped a glittering accessory.
Dominique seems mesmerized as she gazes at the symbol of her division’s top spot. She unsnaps and raises it high, the hatred only increasing in volume from the fans. Carefully, the champ returns her belt to around her flawless midsection.
Daly throws her head back, cups her hands around her mouth and shouts “HIT IT!”
The lights turn strobe, flickering on and off so fast that even the most attentive fans can’t follow all of the effortlessly intricate series of tumbles, handsprings, flips and cartwheels that take the exotic brunette down the ramp. Tracking her is made all the more difficult by the thunderous trail of gold pyro that accompany her journey from one end of the aisle to the other.
When the lights regain their equilibrium Daly is on the outside of the top turnbuckle opposite Smith. She’s filled with electricity from the jeers she’d long lived with it and embraced again.
Dominique throws her hands overhead in a ‘V’ and launches heavenward before spiraling into a descent that plants her in the center of the ring as the announcer initiates his introduction, Gaga going bye-bye.
“And her opponent. Hailing from Portland, Oregon. She stands five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twelve pounds. She is the ORIGINAL Mighty Mite…and she is the FAWN LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION…DOMINIQUE DALY!”
The crowd’s further chance to exhibit their disgust with Domi is cut short when Daly grabs the stick and shoos the announcer away.
“Shut your mouths and know my gold,” Daly shouts. “I told each and every single one of you. No one is my peer in any sports endeavor. Not a silly sap with a stuffed bear.”
Domi turns her gaze directly at Wendy.
“And not some girl who helped her father clean out septic tanks before she found one thing she could do well in the ring. Bytch. REAL athletes know more than one move and I’m going to show you how I ride a one-trick pony.”
Ignoring the hate filling the arena, Domi tosses the microphone back to its owner, pops to a handstand and “walks” to her corner, finally flipping to her feet. She unhooks her title belt and hands it to a FAWN flunky, dressing him down if he tarnishes it in the. Turning, the champ settles into an expectant crouch, waiting for the bell.
The tolling brings both brunettes out of their corners. Though she’s only got a couple inches on the former gymnast, Wendy has nearly 20 pounds on the featherweight and plenty of power to spare, so it seems ill-advised when Daly moves toward a collar-and-elbow lock-up. Just as they are about to link, Domi slips through Smith’s grasp and slinks behind her, catching the Powerhouse in a waistlock from behind.
The Mite tries to lift Wendy off the canvas and drop her to the deck, but Smith widens her base and anchors herself in place. Frustrated but not relenting, Daly cinches her grip tighter around Wendy’s taut midriff, but she can’t budge the challenger. Giving up on that course, the lightweight champ shifts her grip to a side headlock.
Almost instantly, Wendy’s able to get her hands on the Mite’s hips and shove Dominique toward the ropes in front of them. Daly seems freed when on the run, released from her failed gambit. She rebounds off the cables and the patter of her bare feet send her in a sprint into Smith, the near Olympian burying a shoulder and THUMPING into the stationed Wendy.
Domi staggers back a step or three before catching her balance, Smith unmoved. Furious at the smiling PA Powerhouse, she heads for another set of ropes and u-turns out of the rubber-coated steel. This time Daly leaps into a would-be Thesz Press, but Brickhouse Wendy swats Domi away like a buzzing fly. To her credit, the former gymnast lands on her feet, but is clearly aggravated.
“Bytch,” Domi shouts. “You’ve never had to deal with an athlete at the top of her game.”
Wendy shrugs and offers the Portland native another try. On cue, Dominique takes off again and rebounds into a dash toward the busty challenger. Wendy pivots on her foe’s approach and scoop powerslams Daly to the deck, Domi’s sinewy little frame bouncing off the canvas with the force of the impact and spreading into a spandex-covered starfish.
Scoop Powerslam
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cyZ00XdFUUE )
Wendy drops her body heavily atop the champion’s chest in a lateral press. Smith hooks the abbreviated far leg of the former gymnast and current bratty veteran and collects the…
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TWO…
Domi kicks her way free and pushes to all fours where Wendy straps on a side headlock from a kneeling position. She tries to develop some cauliflower in Daly’s ears before drawing the featherweight grappler to her feet. Surprisingly, Dominique shows enough strength to shove Wendy off and it’s Smith who hits the ropes and returns.
Daly understands she can’t handle a charging Pennsylvania Powerhouse and tries to leapfrog the advancing Wendy. But Smith catches Daly on the way up around the waist in a bearhug. She gives the smaller brunette a violent rattle in her embrace then dips and stuffs Domi across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry.
But before Smith can secure both arms around the body of the champ, the slippery Daly slides down her back. The Mighty Mite leaps into a tuck with her knees pressed tight into Wendy’s shoulderblades, her hands cupping under Smith’s chin. Falling to the canvas, Domi RIPS Wendy off her feet and ‘backstabs’ the curvy Hammer emphatically.
Backstabber (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z5fGWczK_q0 )
As quickly as she had Domi stretched and pinned, so is Wendy laid out and the champ scrambles atop her challenger in a crossbody press for the…
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Wendy throws Daly into the air, Dominique ending on the balls of her feet she’s tossed so forcefully. But this isn’t Daly’s first FAWN rodeo and her emerald, almond-shaped peepers aren’t thrown wide in surprise from Smith’s strength. Instead, standing at Wendy’s side, Domi immediately leaps into a standing moonsault, the backflip sending her crashing tummy to tummy in a potent splash.
Standing Moonsault (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QCH5kGRT0-o )
Smith jackknifes around the gutting gymnast before settling in a weakened sprawl. Domi hooks both legs and folds Smith up in a cradle for the…
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Again Wendy finds her freedom with a full second to spare, but this time Domi’s ejection is far less impressive, Daly sent up to her haunches. The Mite hops the rest of the way to her feet and sprints to the strands in front of her, leaping into the middle cable while grabbing the top. The long-time FAWN vet hasn’t lost a step or an inch of height on her Domi-sault.
Domi-sault (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QCH5kGRT0-o )
But the well is dry this time, Smith pulling her knees up and impaling Daly’s flawless abdomen. Though steely, the midsection muscles can’t help but be pierced to a degree and Daly rolls away, groaning and swaddling her aching belly.
Smith shows that while she may not be as bendy as the Mite, she has plenty of athleticism, kipping to her feet to the roar of the crowd.
With a moaning Daly on all fours, head and ponytail drooping, a standing Smith wraps her arms around the taut tummy of Pac Rim beauty and LIFTS her off hands and knees through sheer power. But Smith doesn’t hesitate at pulling Domi into a reverse bearhug. Instead, she continues to lift the bug-eyed Daly all the way up and over with a deadlift gutwrench suplex that splatters the champion on her spine, the suburbs of Suplex City reached, with Wendy no doubt entering the express lane to downtown.
Perhaps realizing this, the crashing Mite uses the force from the throw to roll out of her ring-rattling impact and remove herself from the squared circle. Her bare tootsies land on the cool cement of the arena floor. Daly staggers to the steel barricade behind her, leaning into the front row, ignoring the soft slaps on her back by adventurous FAWNatics in order to keep full attention to the weaponized PA Powerhouse.
Wendy hits the far ropes and feigns a Suicide Dive that has Daly leaping into the front row before the Altoona Hammer pulls up short and gives the assembled a chuckle or two before a scowling Domi pulls herself out of the paying audience and back over the barrier.
Smith invites the Mite in, backing away to give plenty of room to the champ, not wanting Dominique to consider taking a countout loss and calling it a night. But the arrogant supreme athlete of the lightweight division doesn’t seem to have any such thoughts, such is her confidence at the moment. She moves to the apron’s edge and hops to the canvas.
Grabbing the top rope, Daly leaps onto the uppermost strand, her soles pressing into the rubber-coated steel. Using the cable as a springboard to cover more than half the ring, the former gymnast NAILS a startled Wendy with a perfectly placed springboard missile dropkick to her foe’s bosom, Smith taken off her feet and crashing to the deck.
Wendy reverse somersaults to her feet and backpedals into the ropes behind her, her arms thrown over the top rope as she tries to regain her bearings. The champ is quickly on her toes and moves to the cables, slipping the middle over the top, looping them into a knot, Wendy’s arms stuck between. With Smith trapped, Domi moves directly in front of the struggling Smith and delivers an echoing bytch slap to Smith’s cheek. Wendy’s noggin swivels from the impact and comes back with a stern scowl.
“You are so...” SMACK. Another open hand to the reddening face of the Powerhouse ends Wendy’s brief commentary.
With one message delivered, Dominique turns and races to the opposite strands. She barrels into another rope-assisted u-turn and leaps into a front flip several feet out from her target. Landing on the canvas gracefully, the Mite somersaults and leaps forward into a nasty SPEAR of Wendy’s gut. The impaling shoulder of the Mite unknots Smith’s arms from the ropes, sending the curvy brunette CRASHING out of the ring and to the floor below.
With the challenger ejected, Domi moves to the middle and immediately demands the official start his ten-count to end the match, giving her a successful defense against one of the most dangerous lightweights in the business.
The striped-shirt indeed begins his tally, though not quick enough for the ponytailed brunette’s liking. Instead, a jumpy Domi fidgets as Wendy works to find her feet on the outside. Judging she can’t let Smith recover, Dominique speeds down the available runway and leaps between the top and middle ropes. She slams into the risen Powerhouse, her left arm instantly wrapping around the noggin of the challenger. And in one swift spinning movement, the Pac Rim beauty from Rip City DDTs Wendy into the floor, the crown of Smith’s skull pounded into the cement.
Wendy flips to her back and skids to a stop, the crowd silenced by Domi’s incredible and incredibly successful aerial fireworks. Daly makes it to one knee and shouts at the splayed, barely conscious Hammer.
“Get up from that, Wendy!” Daly shouts, wearily pushing to her feet. She pumps her fist enthusiastically, knowing she’s got this. “Yeah. I didn’t think so.”
Turning to the ring, Daly sees the properly awestruck referee has yet to start his count and Domi screams at the zebra to get his ass in gear. Finally, after another few seconds that see Wendy stir, if slightly, he remembers his duty and shouts out a ‘ONE’.
Satisfied her night is nearly over, Domi climbs back in the squared circle and takes a victory lap around the ring, holding her abbreviated arms high and scolding the FAWNatics for thinking the end of her title reign could possibly come tonight.
As the referee reaches five, Dominique takes the time to make another lap of the ring taunting the Fallout crowd and proclaiming her Lightweight Title will be the longest in FAWN history. Wendy tries to get back to her feet, but falls back down on her shapely bottom hand pressed to her forehead as the stars continue to shoot through her vision. The Referee takes a peek back at Domi before counting “SIX!”
Four seconds from victory Domi moves down to the turnbuckles on her right and hops up to a seat on the top pad and crosses her arms and legs with a smug smile on her face. Which means she misses Smith crawling towards the ring apron, when the official reaches eight Wendy has her arms up on the ring apron pulling herself into the ring.
“Oh Hell No!” The Pac Rim Beauty yells as she sees the Suplex Machine trying to beat the clearly slow count. The Mighty Mite leaps from her perch sprinting as her bare feet touch the canvas. Taking aim, Domi goes into a baseball slide targeting Wendy’s orbs with the balls of her feet.
The Powerhouse is known for her strength in FAWN’s smaller division, but that doesn’t mean Wendy is plodding by any means. She sees the Champ coming and Wendy spins and rolls into the ring as Domi slides under the bottom rope and out on to the floor.
Daly lands on her feet easy enough and screams in frustration as she spins back around towards the ring. Inside the ring, Wendy crawls a few feet toward the center and tries to stand again. Still a little woozy, she runs a hand through her hair. The red imprint from the arena floor is clear on her forehead. The Mighty Mite takes advantage of the loopy Powerhouse and leaps, slamming a forearm down across Wendy’s broad shoulders. The blow propels Smith forward in an out of control stumble until she falls into the ropes, arms draping over the top strand.
Staying on top is the only thing in Domi’s mind right now, and she has a brilliant idea of how to do so. Running, the ponytailed brunette leaps up and lands all her weight down across Wendy’s shoulders forcing her throat down across the top strand. From her new seat, Daly grins out at the booing FAWNatics as she grabs on to the top rope, both to hold herself in place and to pull it up into Wendy’s windpipe. The move is affective, but the referee of course has an objection to its use. “Off the ropes Domi! ONE!”
The athlete rolls her eyes, and uses up most of the five count before dropping to the canvas and stepping back, hands up in the air. Wendy coughs as the first gulp of air burns on the way down, her face now nearly as red as the mark on her forehead. The referee leans on the ropes next to Wendy checking on her, but in Domi’s mind she’s already given the Suplex Machine too much time. Daly grabs a handful of dark curvy hair and starts to pull Smith off the ropes, Wendy though has had enough and fires a back elbow that catches Daly in the side of the head just above her ear.
Now it’s the Champ seeing stars, as she holds the side of her head and turns away. Smith, seeing red at this point, gives chase and reaches down grabbing both of Domi’s ankles. She them, yanks dropping the Pac Rim beauty face first on the canvas. Wendy rises to her all be it short height and, still holding Domi’s ankles, plants her foot between the other brunette’s legs, then folds the champ’s feet around Smith’s posted leg. Wendy leans forward slapping Daly’s sides until she has to bring her arms back to protect her ribs and then Smith grabs both wrists and pulls Domi up.
“One trick pony? Lets she how you let to be stretched?”
Wendy pulls the Mite’s torso up off the canvas, and keeps pulling until only Domi’s knees are touching the mat. Daly feels like her arms are about to come out of their sockets as Wendy crosses her arms until Domi’s elbows are touching. The referee kneels a safe distance out in front of the trapped Mite asking, “What do you say Domi? You want to give it up?”
“BEEEEEEP” The guys in the sound truck keep the curse from going out to those watching FALLOUT from home.
Wendy brings Domi’s arms back, so she can put her boot between the champ’s shoulder blades and shoves the ponytailed brunette face first into the canvas with a curbstomp. The PA Powerhouse put so much force into her stomp she staggers out over top of the Mite nearly falling to the mat herself. Domi, muddle-brained at the moment, doesn’t realize Wendy is back and shooting a half nelson to roll the champ over.
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THNOOOO!
The True Athlete somehow kicks out with a half a tick to spare. The champ saved her title, but now the Suplex Machine is warmed up and ready to roll. Wendy brings Domi up with her in a front facelock. Still stunned from the curbstomp, Daly is only vaguely aware as Smith flips her arm up across the PA Powerhouse’s shoulders. Wendy helps herself to a handful of spandex at Domi’s hip and hoists her into the air for a vertical Suplex. When the Mite reaches the apex, Wendy slams on the brakes holding Domi inverted. When the crowd starts to count how long Domi is held upside down, Wendy does squats. This is a girl that doesn’t miss legs day in the gym.
“ONE…TWO…THREE…FOUR…FIVE….SIX…SEVEN…EIGHT…NINE…TEN!”
The crowd roars as Wendy falls backwards slamming Domi into the thinly-padded plywood. Daly lands flat on her back and is bounced up to a seated position before slumping over on to her left side. Just like that Dominique finds herself on the toll road to Suplex City. Wendy climbs to her feet and moves over to gather Domi up again. Front facelock applied Wendy leads Daly closer to the ropes this time when she hoists the champ into the air, she reverses Domi’s direction dropping her legs across the top rope. The Mite springs back off the ropes and is taken over and slammed into the mat again this time with the slingshot Suplex.
SLINGSHOT SUPLEX: @0:23
www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6_Ww3Rvakk
The Golden Mite is left starfished on the canvas, her leg twitching a bit as Wendy rolls over on top of Domi and hooks an arm under the Pac Rim Beauty’s far leg, lifting it high in the air. Domi’s head lolls a bit as she sees the ropes are too far way for her shorter arms.
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THNO!
Again Domi digs deep down into that Olympic drive and manages to kick free from the Powerhouse. Wendy grunts, but doesn’t complain about the count, just a few more Suplexes and Domi won’t be going anywhere.
The crowd breaks into a displeasured roar then as the Golden Mite Janel Manning starts down the ramp towards ringside.
JANEL MANNING:
The blonde reaches ringside as Wendy bends down to pluck the champ off the canvas. Janel pounds her palms on the ring apron yelling, “Come on Domi! You got this!”
Wendy smirks, “Yeah she looks like she’s got it.”
After taunting Janel, Smith whips Domi into the far ropes, before Daly hits the cables, Wendy is racing towards her with hands clasp together ready to deliver the Altoona Sledgehammer into Domi’s chest. The referee, watching the action, misses Manning climbing up to the ring apron. As the Powerhouse winds up to hammer Domi, the ponytailed brunette ducks out of the way and races towards the opposite ropes. Instead of rebounding off the ropes Dominique is embraced by Janel and then helped out of the ring.
Wendy, spinning around, yells something unintelligible to get the referee’s attention. By the time the ref turns though, Janel has Domi out of the ring holding her supportively. Smith starts towards the pair, but is cut off by the referee, “I got it.”
Walking over, he starts to count and, between numbers, warns Janel he will DQ Domi if she interferes. The Mighty Mite, standing on her own now hands on knees, nods at whatever the blonde says and Janel slides under the ropes popping to her feet in front of the referee.
“You’re worse than the Bulgarian judge!” Pointing at Smith, Manning adds, “She’s been cheating all night and you haven’t done a thing! Dominique is the champ, she deserves better.”
The referee again orders Janel out of the ring, Wendy adds, “Get your wide load ass out of the ring Janel and get Domi back in here so I can finish kicking hers.”
Janel pushes past the ref pointing a finger at the Suplex Machine, her eyes flying wide as she sees Wendy clasp her hands ready to swing the Altoona Sledgehammer at the intruder. Janel dives out of the way and the PA Powerhouse instead blasts the poor referee square in the chest. The man tumbles backwards and falls out of the ring.
Wendy looks shocked as she realizes her mistake, but that’s about the same time Janel hits her from the side with a drop kick. Before Smith can recover, Manning scrambles on top of Wendy and beings unloading fist and forearms on the brunette’s head and chest. Wendy is able to grab Janel by the shoulders and flip her off her perch and both get back to their feet about the same time.
It’s the Suplex Machine that strikes first, a quick toe kick to the stomach doubles over Manning and the PA Powerhouse pulls the Mighty Mite into a front facelock. The FAWNatics cheer as Wendy looks out to them for approval of taking Janel to Suplex City as well.
Outside the ring, Domi has recovered, and slides back into the ring coming up on Wendy’s six. The Suplex Machine flips Janel’s arm up over her head and reaches for a handful of trunks when Daly’s forearm splits Wendy’s legs and slams into the former champ’s undercarriage.
Smith howls in pain as she goes knock-kneed, hands wedging between her thighs as she tends the fires down below. Janel, less than happy about almost being suplexed, slams a forearm across Wendy’s gurls blasting her on to her back with the clothesline. Once the Suplex Machine is down, the Mites fall on her like a pack of wild animals with stomps, fists, and forearms. Domi and Janel seem intent on pummeling Wendy into the canvas.
The timekeeper, realizing there is no referee to take control, begins ringing the bell repeatedly.
Domi stops her beating of Wendy long enough to pull the shoulder straps of her foe’s singlet down then peels the sweat-soaked sports bra over Wendy’s head. The former champ is left stripped to the waist. Daly gives Janel an order and they roll Smith to her stomach. Janel steps between Wendy’s legs and dips down wrapping her arms around the brunette’s waist. Domi moves out in front of the pair and waits. The Golden Mite shows her own strength off lifting the battered brunette in a wheelbarrow position and holds Wendy upright for a moment while Domi rushes in and leaps. The Mighty Mite drives her knees into Wendy’s orbs and wraps her hands around the back of Smith’s neck. With Janel giving assistance Domi pulls the Altoona native down in an inverted lungblower crushing Wendy’s ta-tas.
The bell continues ringing, but still no sign of help from the back.
Wendy, groaning, arms folded across her chest, looks helpless as Domi orders Janel to “Spread her out”
The champ turns and hops on to the nearest turnbuckle, climbing to the top as Janel positions Wendy. She grabs both wrists and puts her boots on Wendy’s shoulders, holding her exposed as Domi leaps into the void.
The Mighty Mite flips in mid-air and drives both feet into Wendy defenseless abs. Smith’s legs kick in the air, but Janel keeps her upper body trapped on the mat. Domi hopes off and back flips over crashing down across Smith’s abused belly finishing her Stick the Dismount.
With the bell still ringing, a cheer goes up as a blonde bursts out from behind the curtain. Bunny Cooper races down the ramp just as Domi completes her Stick the Dismount.
BUNNY COOPER:
The Upstart isn’t even fully dressed. She has a pair of booty shorts on and a purple bra with smiley faces on the cups and her hair is damp. She defeated Jungle wrestler Kathy Atlas in a dark match earlier in the evening.
Sliding under the ring ropes, Bunny pops to her feet as Domi does her back flip and, not wearing any footwear, Cooper kicks Domi in the side of the head as she passes, then leaps on to the seated Janel and begins raining forearms down on the blonde’s head. ‘
The FAWNatics are going wild as the Upstart comes to her mentor’s defense. The Florida Powerhouse pulls Manning up and bearhugs her. Another roar goes up as Bunny lifts and spins Janel hitting a Bunny-to-belly suplex on the shorter blonde.
Bunny leaves Janel on the canvas and turns to find Domi stumbling toward her, The Pac Rim Beauty cries out as Cooper Bear hugs her. Sarasota Sunshine thrashes the champ around a bit, ponytail flying back and forth, before Domi gets the Bunny-to-Belly suplex landing right beside Janel.
Cooper pushes up off of Domi and goes over to check on Wendy. The mentor groans, “Watch your back.”
Spinning around, Bunny is slammed into by a recovered Golden Mite, Janel driving her shoulder into the Upstart’s tummy and plowing her into the corner. Janel then rams a pair of shoulders into the trapped blonde’s belly. But as she leans back for the third one, Cooper brings a double axehandle down on Manning’s spine, knocking her to one knee. Bunny then brings her knee up right under Janel’s chin knocking the fireplug blonde over backwards.
This time Cooper decides to clear the ring. Bending over, Bunny grabs Janel by the seat of the pants and scuff of the neck and tosses her out of the ring between the middle and top ropes. Janel hits the ring apron, bouncing off to the floor below. Suplex Machine 2 then turns to find Domi, but Wendy is up and already tossing Domi out of the ring.
Mentor and student meet and share a short hug then turn, ready to face the Mites if they decide to try and re-enter the ring.
Janel has made her way to Domi and helps the champ to her feet. Also outside the ring, more officials have arrived to help their fallen compatriot. A short conversation follows and the ring announcer is called over.
“THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH….BY DISQUALIFACTION….AND STILL FAWN LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMP….DOMINIQUE DALY!”
The crowd boos the decision, as the Mighty Mite snatches her belt away from the ring attendant and hugs it to her chest.
Wendy, still topless, starts towards the referee, “What do you mean I’m disqualifed!”
The man still rubbing his chest grunts, “You hit me.”
Smith throws her hands in the air, “SHYT!”
Any other complaints are put on hold as Dominique takes the mic from the ring announcer.
“It’s about time you punish these cheaters that run amok in FAWN.”
Looking up into the ring the champ points at the Upstart.
“Congratulations. You’ve just went from a nobody to Dead Meat. FAWN isn’t a place for chubby non-athletes!”
Domi tosses the mic down and, with Janel’s help, heads towards the back. Wendy and Bunny watch them go. Bunny goes and retrieves Wendy’s sports bra, the PA Powerhouse snatches it in one hand as she still glares at the Mites.
ill glares at the Mites.