Post by hawkeye on Dec 7, 2017 0:58:06 GMT
The crowd is loud and raucous as it normally is as for all FAWN pay-per-views, but this next match was something they looked forward to after Fallout. They don’t have to wait long as the peppy Party Rock Anthem begins to play. On the FAWNtron is the colorful logo of the “Upstart Nation”.
LMFAO – Party Rock Anthem:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIOOwhmkoLo
The music of the Sarasota Sunshine plays for about a minute then a pause in the music. The Lyrics “SHAKE THAT!” are timed perfectly with the energetic blonde bouncing out from behind the curtain. Bunny runs back and forth throwing her arms in the air trying to get the crowd pumped up. She’s greeted with a loud cheer, as the Powerhouse of the Upstarts. Bunny, now a staple of the FAWNiverse, has the backing of the FAWNatics as she bounces excitedly on the stage.
The ring announcer makes the introduction, “HAILING FROM SARASOTA FL…SHE STANDS FIVE FOOT Three AND WEIGHS IN AT 121 POUNDS…THE SUPLEX MACHINE 2.0…BUNNY COOPER!”
BUNNY COOPER
For tonight’s match, Bunny has selected an orange halter top bikini with green lacy fringes, tight booty shorts that try to cover the curve of her buttocks, but fail. The fringes hang down over the exposed curves only obscuring them slightly. Her pads, both elbow and knee, are white and she has short white boots with an orange ‘BC’ on the ankles. Moving to the top of the ramp, Bunny begins doing the hamster dance from the commercials. The blonde’s movements match the cartoon characters exactly, but are by far more watchable.
Bunny completes the dance and starts down the ramp slapping the extended hands. Bunny signs several autographs on her way, until a FAWN stagehand reminds her now isn’t the time for her to sign. Bunny calls, “I’ll get the rest of you later!”
Climbing up on the ring apron, Bunny moves to the center of the ropes wiping her boots on the ring apron. Cooper grabs the top strand, she wiggles her hips as she crouches down, and then explodes, leaping over the top rope into the ring. Bunny moves over to the referee and offers to be checked right then. The official looks the Upstart over and checks her pads and boots before giving his okay. Bunny runs the ropes twice, crossing the ring, then heads to the corner. Bunny’s run-in save of her mentor at Fallout has made her the number one thorn in the side of the Mites.
The re-formed heel faction beat down the blonde during the after-PPV interview, but now Bunny gets one of them one on one and Cooper wants some payback.
The stirring guitar of The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus’ ‘You Better Pray’ crashes over the All Hallows Evil crowd and the assembled are instantly energized. The FAWNatics turn as one to the upper stage to let loose with a loud round of jeers at the dastardly, diminutive hardbody.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_WxsL5q3I4 ).
It’s far from a hero’s welcome for the Malevolent Mite, her return to good relations with Domi Daly making the Mites a threatening force for every Upstart. The ring announcer’s primer draws the decibels higher, the man barely heard over the roar.
“And her opponent…hailing from the hallowed halls of Iowa City, Iowa… standing a full 4 feet 11 inches tall and weighing 117 pounds…The Golden Mite…JANEL MANNING!”
JANEL MANNING
With the introduction complete, the FAWNatics wait for the Mite-y One, the arena falling into darkness. A red spotlight illuminates the stage from the right, before winking out. The process is followed by a white spot from directly overhead, then a blue one from the left. As the sequence begins its second cycle, it provides the outline of a diminutive, muscular form. As the house lights rise, the tiny terror of vault, balance beam, and uneven bars, parades down the ramp and aisle at a brisk pace.
Janel’s flaxen ponytail swishes from one side to the other as she moves up the steps, a skin-tight, black-and-red leotard on her taut, muscular frame. The spandex has a single solid red strap over her left shoulder, a thin trio of small red strips across the opposite number. Manning sports black wrist and ankle tape, pads and, as always, is without boots, the soles of her feet chalked for battle. Janel flexes her toes before flinging herself over the top cable without a hint of effort, dropping into a somersault, before popping gracefully to her feet.
The ferocious fireplug races across the ring and throws herself into a rebound off the cables, before skidding to a stop with a beaming smile only a few feet from the Upstarts’ lumpy rodent.
After a brief stare down, Manning moves to the ropes nearest the timekeeper’s table and asks for a microphone, plucking one from the air after a toss from a FAWN flunky.
“Shut your mouths,” Janel screams when a “BUNN-NEEE” chant echoes through the arena. “Cromwell knew to dive off the sinking ship! And you idiots should figure it out before you end all wet.”
The audience doesn’t seem to agree, booing the ex-Olympian. Janel shakes her head in frustration.
“You still have a chance to support REAL athletes, instead of…”, Manning turns toward Sarasota Sunshine, “…whatever that is.”
The Mite waits for the crowd to turn in her favor with the obvious choice presented them, but it doesn’t occur, so she changes the subject.
“As you all know, this is AHE and I’m sure you’re all wondering what the stipulation for my match with this topographical map is. Well, I just confirmed it with the boss.”
The former gymnast lets the crowd wonder for long seconds.
“This will be a “NO SUPLEXES’ match!”
Janel laughs, taunting the enraged FAWNatics. She nods enthusiastically. “So what are we calling you now Suplex Machine Number Two? The Roll-Up Machine?”
The Golden Mite gets ready to toss the microphone away, but the ref grabs it before Manning can send it on its way.
“I’m not sure who you talked to,” the zebra responds, “But that’s NOT what this match is. Suplexes are VERY legal.”
The crowd erupts on cue, Bunny clapping fervently.
“This is a TABLES match!”
Janel marches around the ring, cursing and shaking her head, refusing to participate.
“That’s fine, Janel. But if you no-show a match, you will be suspended for SIX months!”
The crowd roars as a redfaced Janel attempts to control a fit and stomps all 59 inches of her frame back to her corner where she turns and readies for the bell.
At the tolling, Manning races out of the corner like an Olympic sprinter, rather than the gymnastics medalist she’d been. Bunny gets a few steps out of her corner before she’s forced to avoid the charging Golden Mite. Cooper drops to the mat to avoid the dwarf-like hardbody. She tangles her legs with one of the charging Manning’s and plants Janel to her face with a drop toehold.
But Bunny doesn’t stop at flattening her foe. Instead, the Upstart rolls toward the face down, ponytailed blonde and snatches an ankle. Rising quickly, she has early control with an ankle lock, twisting the joint enthusiastically, drawing a grimace from the chipmunk-cheeked robobabe.
Janel is as limber as any roster member but the ankle isn’t a joint that has a lot of sideways give no matter how flexible the wrestler might be. The response to Cooper’s continued efforts prove as much as Manning yips in pain while trying to drag Bunny to the ropes. She digs her nails into the canvas and crawls to the safety of the cables, wrapping a palm around the bottom strand and eagerly demanding a break.
The official calls for it and the Upstart obliges quickly, allowing a cursing Janel to push up to her feet, the vertically-challenged blonde making sure she has a handle on the ropes at all times.
“Get her back,” she demands, without even turning to glance over her shoulder and see Bunny is several steps removed from the cables.
Manning tugs her ponytail further into battle mode and steps away from her timeout space. She checks her wriggling beak and circles, no longer willing to dash toward the busty blonde.
“You know this is the month we put the Upstarts back at the Upstarting Line, right?” Janel informs. “Domi already destroyed Wendy. Now, I get the joy of sending her knockoff to the showers.”
Bunny slowly closes the gap between them.
“You know that decision was BS, and everyone else does too, especially that little garden gnome.”
“Petty insults. Nice,” Manning retorts. “Just like the Upstart Army. You fit in so well with them.”
The women come together in a collar-and-elbow. Bunny’s no big girl, but she has size and mass on Manning, if not strength on the muscular sub-five-footer. The blondes fight for leverage and it’s a stalemate for several seconds. In a blink, the former gymnast pivots and, with a right arm locked around Bunny’s left, she hiptosses Wendy’s protégé to the canvas, Cooper landing on her backside.
A seated Bunny reaches for her aching tailbone while Janel effortlessly kips to her feet. She drives a thumping soccer kick between Cooper’s shoulderblades, the Upstart’s back arching in pain. Turning after the boot, Janel races to the ropes behind her and rebounds. The ponytailed blonde zooms in from behind and flips over Cooper’s right shoulder, grasping Bunny’s noggin as she does. She PLANTS Cooper’s face into the deck between her foe’s thighs.
The Upstart’s noggin whips away from the impact and she ends in a single-file position on the canvas, cradling her aching braincase. Meanwhile, Manning rolls through her landing and pops to her feet, finishing in a dramatic stance that begs for an ovation. The FAWNatics give her nothing of the kind, booing the result heartily.
Janel offers a less than civil thrust of her right arm, cupping the bicep in her left palm on the way. She then grabs the top rope and, using the spring, the Iowan ejects from the ring, dropping all the way to the floor, landing softly and cleanly on the thinly-padded cement.
As Bunny blinks her eyes clear and reaches a seated position, Janel wastes little time in getting to the point of the match and her life, winning. She lifts the skirt and lowers her head beneath. The diminutive hardbody emerges little more than a second later, dragging out the weapon of choice in this battle of the blondes. Manning draws the table clear, lifts, and leans it in a 45-degree angle on the apron.
A risen Bunny is ropeside to snatch the end closest to her and drag it away from Janel, pulling it into the squared circle.
The furious Mite turns to the ref plaintively.
“She stole my damn table!”
“And?” he asks calmly.
“She stole my damn table!”
Janel slams her palms down on the apron for emphasis but it doesn’t add to her argument. For her part, Bunny unfolds the legs and sets the table dead center, unsure what else to do with it with Janel loitering outside.
A grinning Bunny motions Janel in with a folding of her right palm and a sneering Manning hops to the apron and vaults over the top cable to join her foe.
There’s little room to maneuver with a table dead center so the area between the two blondes is confined and Bunny tries to work that to her advantage, the former gymnast’s running game taken away. Cooper corners the little blonde hardbody with a collar-and-elbow and a shove. She follows only to get a volley of fists into her midriff from Manning, slowing her. Janel continues the counterattack with a precise dropkick that nails Bunny in the chin and sends her staggering.
Cooper backpedals into the side of the table, pushing it toward the opposite corner when she hits the edge. Manning starts to rush her foe, but realizes halfway she’s also racing toward the table and pulls up short, not wanting to make a match-blowing mistake. She’s able to stuff a literal toe kick into Bunny’s tummy, Manning playing barefoot like her fellow Mite.
With Cooper doubled, Janel grabs a wrist and flings the busty blonde in the opposite direction of the table. The Upstart barrels toward the buckles, turning into a body-rattling collision. To her credit, Bunny remains upright, but Janel still seeks to take advantage. She strides to the crumpled Cooper and climbs onto the front of her thighs. Wrapping her hands behind Bunny’s neck, the former gymnast leans back and leaps outward, tugging Bunny off her feet and PLANTING her face into the deck.
Monkeyflip facebuster (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BkKMQw70RFE )
Cooper flops to her back after the impact and the Golden Mite might have gone for the pin in other circumstances. Instead, she grabs both wrists of her splayed foe and drags Cooper to a spot well within range of a flightpath from the nearby corner. Janel vaults to the top and gazes out on her target while the crowd pleads with Bunny to escape.
Janel launches from the forward-facing penthouse position and backflips into a shooting star then SLAMS down with a perfectly-placed elbow to the cleft of Bunny’s considerable bosom.
Shooting Star Elbow Drop (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BkKMQw70RFE )
Cooper shudders from the impaling impact, grasping at her heart as her body spasms. The beaming smile of the Golden Mite emerges as she pushes to a kneel. Grabbing Bunny’s blonde locks, she tugs Cooper to her feet as she rises. The diminutive hardbody scoops an arm through her foe’s legs and lifts Wendy’s protégé onto her right shoulder. Showing the strength stuffed into her tiny package, Manning carries Cooper to the table and turns her over onto its top, too short to lift and power her through.
In any case, with Bunny set on the device, it soon wouldn’t be necessary. Janel scurries beneath the table and to the other side where she has a little room to pop up and scale the corner not three feet away. She clambers up and turns to find Bunny off the ‘silver platter’ and standing on the bottom ropes directly in front of her. The Upstart quickly climbs to the middle strands and starts grappling with her foe. Janel’s forced to drop to join Cooper in a stance on the middle cables for fear of being tossed to a loss.
On relatively even terms, the women fire away with forearms, each reeling from the other’s blows as the crowd cheers and boos alternately while Bunny and Janel fire away. The crowd groans as a jaw-turner from Janel has Bunny teetering, a fall almost certainly putting her through the table behind her. But Cooper holds on with a tightly clenched left hand on the top rope, her knuckles white.
Cooper drops to the bottom ropes and yanks an unsteady Janel down across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry. The frantic Janel, a split-second away from proceeding through the table first courtesy a Samoan Drop, pounds enough elbows into Bunny’s left temple to loosen Cooper’s grip and slide down her back, the FAWNatics groaning in disappointment.
It’s Janel’s turn to threaten a match-winning maneuver as her arms encircle Bunny’s midriff. The tiny tanned terror tries to rip Bunny from her moorings and suplex Machine 2.0 through the table in an embarrassing way for Wendy’s pupil to go, but Cooper sends a mule kick behind her and into the spandex-clad chest of the former gymnast, shaking the Mite off and driving her back into the fateful furniture, nudging the table toward the middle in the process.
Seeing Bunny scale the buckles in front of her, Janel shoots her hands behind and slips them under the rim of the tabletop. Lifting, she overturns it, taking away any possibility of being sent through from an aerial assault. The maneuver and Janel’s awareness of her position convinces Cooper to drop to the canvas and approach on solid ‘ground’.
Janel lunges at the curvy blonde and Bunny sends the Mite sprawling with an arm drag. Manning rolls to her feet, spins to charge again, only to meet the mat with the same result. Undeterred, she tries a third time and this time Bunny goes full Mexican with her drag, sending Janel flipping and sprawling, this time atop the bottom of the tabletop. She slides off, grabbing her lower spine with a teeth-clenching grimace and butt-bouncing her way to a seat in her corner.
Bunny grabs the upside-down furniture and stands it on end, shoving the table to a neutral corner to her right, top pointing outward, to clear the center of the battlefield. Turning and seeing Janel still on her biscuit butt, Bunny takes off at full speed and launches a few feet out, legs leading the way. They shoot by Manning’s face on either side and she rams her undercarriage into the Mite’s chest. The curvy blonde continues to bang away with her Bunny Bounce bronco buster, leaving Janel more dazed with each thrust of her pelvis, Manning eating the last couple in her face.
With the little, blonde hardbody in a daze, Cooper dismounts and grabs her foe’s ankles, yanking her several feet from the corner. Bunny returns to the corner and climbs the buckles, turning to face the splayed Manning, leaping almost instantly. She lets her ass do the talking as she flies into the pit of Janel’s stomach with a Diving Butt Drop.
Though Manning’s abs are steel, Bunny’s butt won’t be totally denied and Janel groans as she jackknifes under her fellow blonde’s backside. Cooper takes a rest atop the gasping, squirming Mite, Manning unable to fully dislodge her.
Getting her second wind, Cooper dismounts and wraps her arms around the bruised midsection of the bite-sized blonde. Showing her strength, Cooper plucks Janel off the deck and deadlifts the former gymnast to her chest, then heaves Manning up and over with a gutwrench suplex that sends her crashing to the deck with a loud ‘thwump’. Manning ends in a groaning pile, the crowd going wild knowing Suplex City has been entered.
Collecting the splayed Mite quickly, Bunny bullies Manning to the corner opposite the set table and grabs a wrist and the scruff of Janel’s neck to send her racing to and through the wooden table top. She heaves the ponytailed blonde on her way, or tries. But the little dynamo puts the anchor down and reverses, only to have Cooper do the same. But before Bunny can fully reverse the reversal, the Iowan reels her into a shortarm clothesline, nearly removing head from shoulders on Wendy’s protégé.
The Upstart is laid out in front of the corner from where the trip started and Janel climbs to the bottom cable, leaping into a moonsault that momentarily flattens the chest of the busty blonde. Scrambling off, Janel hops to the middle ropes and repeats the process from the higher stage, Bunny left a gasping wreck after Janel lands flush across her abdomen.
Manning, a little more slowly this time, pushes up again and climbs to the top where she settles for a moment then leaps and proceeds to NAIL the trifecta on Cooper with a moonsault going back to Bunny’s bosom. The Golden Mite drives the remaining breath from Cooper, but has little left herself as she pushes to a kneeling position, settling on her haunches next to the Upstart.
Taking in deep breaths, the cherub-cheeked menace finally uses Bunny’s gulping belly to push up and heads for the penthouse one more time. Reaching it, she turns to face her target this time, ready to missile dropkick Bunny across the ring, hopefully sending Cooper crashing through table laid in a 45-degree angle in the opposite corner.
However, rising quicker than the Olympian expected, the curvy blonde moves inside the range of a missile strike. Forced to alter her game plan at launch, Janel switches to a crossbody block and flies toward the chest of the Upstart in a horizontal leap. It quickly turns into a bad call when Cooper is able to catch the flying Mite and retain her balance in a damn impressive show of force from any lightweight.
Before a wide-eyed, squirming Mite can work her way free, Cooper sends Janel up and over with a makeshift suplex and the ponytailed blonde lands with a heavy SPLAT on the canvas. Manning reaches for the base of her spine, babyface twisted in pain.
Bunny kips to her feet, perhaps in an attempt to show up the former gymnast. In any case, Cooper sneaks behind the slowly rising Manning and secures a full nelson on her vertically challenged foe. Without giving Janel a moment to think, the Mite is sent into an unscheduled backflip with another suplex. This time Manning lands on her face and chest no more than a couple feet from the leaning hardware. The crowd ‘OHHH’s, knowing Bunny came so close, but they cheer her vociferously as she pushes up and strands in a straddle over the softly stirring Manning.
Scooping arms under each of Janel’s armpits, Cooper lifts the little hardbody to her feet then shifts her grip and surrounds her foe’s rock-hard tummy with a bearhug.
“Say g’night, bytch,” she whispers in Janel’s ear before cinching the embrace tight and launching Janel over with a release German. Tossed like a golden spandex version of a hefty bag, Manning CRASHES through the table, the splinters flying as the wood cracks and collapses at the base of Janel’s spine. The skeleton of the furniture is mangled and in the remnants is a demolished Janel, knocked cold within the wreckage.
She lies in a comatose spreadeagle, head and shoulders propped by the upper end of the table, arms dangling lifelessly at her sides, the victim of a three-bagger, a veritable expressway to downtown Suplex City.
No longer close to kipping, Bunny pushes wearily to vertical and thoroughly enjoys the sight of the spent Mite in the splinters. Standing next to the victor, the referee grabs Cooper’s right wrist and heaves it high while the announcer makes it official.
“Your winner…Sarasota Sunshine…Bunny Cooper!”
Cooper accepts the ovation and steps through the rubble to place a boot on the chest of the shattered Mite, still no movement from Janel, a set of EMTs with a cart headed down the ramp to collect what’s left of Manning.
Bunny steps away at the official’s urging and let the techs get to work. She climbs a corner in celebration knowing this is a career step that deserves as much, one that could lead to much bigger things.
LMFAO – Party Rock Anthem:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIOOwhmkoLo
The music of the Sarasota Sunshine plays for about a minute then a pause in the music. The Lyrics “SHAKE THAT!” are timed perfectly with the energetic blonde bouncing out from behind the curtain. Bunny runs back and forth throwing her arms in the air trying to get the crowd pumped up. She’s greeted with a loud cheer, as the Powerhouse of the Upstarts. Bunny, now a staple of the FAWNiverse, has the backing of the FAWNatics as she bounces excitedly on the stage.
The ring announcer makes the introduction, “HAILING FROM SARASOTA FL…SHE STANDS FIVE FOOT Three AND WEIGHS IN AT 121 POUNDS…THE SUPLEX MACHINE 2.0…BUNNY COOPER!”
BUNNY COOPER
For tonight’s match, Bunny has selected an orange halter top bikini with green lacy fringes, tight booty shorts that try to cover the curve of her buttocks, but fail. The fringes hang down over the exposed curves only obscuring them slightly. Her pads, both elbow and knee, are white and she has short white boots with an orange ‘BC’ on the ankles. Moving to the top of the ramp, Bunny begins doing the hamster dance from the commercials. The blonde’s movements match the cartoon characters exactly, but are by far more watchable.
Bunny completes the dance and starts down the ramp slapping the extended hands. Bunny signs several autographs on her way, until a FAWN stagehand reminds her now isn’t the time for her to sign. Bunny calls, “I’ll get the rest of you later!”
Climbing up on the ring apron, Bunny moves to the center of the ropes wiping her boots on the ring apron. Cooper grabs the top strand, she wiggles her hips as she crouches down, and then explodes, leaping over the top rope into the ring. Bunny moves over to the referee and offers to be checked right then. The official looks the Upstart over and checks her pads and boots before giving his okay. Bunny runs the ropes twice, crossing the ring, then heads to the corner. Bunny’s run-in save of her mentor at Fallout has made her the number one thorn in the side of the Mites.
The re-formed heel faction beat down the blonde during the after-PPV interview, but now Bunny gets one of them one on one and Cooper wants some payback.
The stirring guitar of The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus’ ‘You Better Pray’ crashes over the All Hallows Evil crowd and the assembled are instantly energized. The FAWNatics turn as one to the upper stage to let loose with a loud round of jeers at the dastardly, diminutive hardbody.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_WxsL5q3I4 ).
It’s far from a hero’s welcome for the Malevolent Mite, her return to good relations with Domi Daly making the Mites a threatening force for every Upstart. The ring announcer’s primer draws the decibels higher, the man barely heard over the roar.
“And her opponent…hailing from the hallowed halls of Iowa City, Iowa… standing a full 4 feet 11 inches tall and weighing 117 pounds…The Golden Mite…JANEL MANNING!”
JANEL MANNING
With the introduction complete, the FAWNatics wait for the Mite-y One, the arena falling into darkness. A red spotlight illuminates the stage from the right, before winking out. The process is followed by a white spot from directly overhead, then a blue one from the left. As the sequence begins its second cycle, it provides the outline of a diminutive, muscular form. As the house lights rise, the tiny terror of vault, balance beam, and uneven bars, parades down the ramp and aisle at a brisk pace.
Janel’s flaxen ponytail swishes from one side to the other as she moves up the steps, a skin-tight, black-and-red leotard on her taut, muscular frame. The spandex has a single solid red strap over her left shoulder, a thin trio of small red strips across the opposite number. Manning sports black wrist and ankle tape, pads and, as always, is without boots, the soles of her feet chalked for battle. Janel flexes her toes before flinging herself over the top cable without a hint of effort, dropping into a somersault, before popping gracefully to her feet.
The ferocious fireplug races across the ring and throws herself into a rebound off the cables, before skidding to a stop with a beaming smile only a few feet from the Upstarts’ lumpy rodent.
After a brief stare down, Manning moves to the ropes nearest the timekeeper’s table and asks for a microphone, plucking one from the air after a toss from a FAWN flunky.
“Shut your mouths,” Janel screams when a “BUNN-NEEE” chant echoes through the arena. “Cromwell knew to dive off the sinking ship! And you idiots should figure it out before you end all wet.”
The audience doesn’t seem to agree, booing the ex-Olympian. Janel shakes her head in frustration.
“You still have a chance to support REAL athletes, instead of…”, Manning turns toward Sarasota Sunshine, “…whatever that is.”
The Mite waits for the crowd to turn in her favor with the obvious choice presented them, but it doesn’t occur, so she changes the subject.
“As you all know, this is AHE and I’m sure you’re all wondering what the stipulation for my match with this topographical map is. Well, I just confirmed it with the boss.”
The former gymnast lets the crowd wonder for long seconds.
“This will be a “NO SUPLEXES’ match!”
Janel laughs, taunting the enraged FAWNatics. She nods enthusiastically. “So what are we calling you now Suplex Machine Number Two? The Roll-Up Machine?”
The Golden Mite gets ready to toss the microphone away, but the ref grabs it before Manning can send it on its way.
“I’m not sure who you talked to,” the zebra responds, “But that’s NOT what this match is. Suplexes are VERY legal.”
The crowd erupts on cue, Bunny clapping fervently.
“This is a TABLES match!”
Janel marches around the ring, cursing and shaking her head, refusing to participate.
“That’s fine, Janel. But if you no-show a match, you will be suspended for SIX months!”
The crowd roars as a redfaced Janel attempts to control a fit and stomps all 59 inches of her frame back to her corner where she turns and readies for the bell.
At the tolling, Manning races out of the corner like an Olympic sprinter, rather than the gymnastics medalist she’d been. Bunny gets a few steps out of her corner before she’s forced to avoid the charging Golden Mite. Cooper drops to the mat to avoid the dwarf-like hardbody. She tangles her legs with one of the charging Manning’s and plants Janel to her face with a drop toehold.
But Bunny doesn’t stop at flattening her foe. Instead, the Upstart rolls toward the face down, ponytailed blonde and snatches an ankle. Rising quickly, she has early control with an ankle lock, twisting the joint enthusiastically, drawing a grimace from the chipmunk-cheeked robobabe.
Janel is as limber as any roster member but the ankle isn’t a joint that has a lot of sideways give no matter how flexible the wrestler might be. The response to Cooper’s continued efforts prove as much as Manning yips in pain while trying to drag Bunny to the ropes. She digs her nails into the canvas and crawls to the safety of the cables, wrapping a palm around the bottom strand and eagerly demanding a break.
The official calls for it and the Upstart obliges quickly, allowing a cursing Janel to push up to her feet, the vertically-challenged blonde making sure she has a handle on the ropes at all times.
“Get her back,” she demands, without even turning to glance over her shoulder and see Bunny is several steps removed from the cables.
Manning tugs her ponytail further into battle mode and steps away from her timeout space. She checks her wriggling beak and circles, no longer willing to dash toward the busty blonde.
“You know this is the month we put the Upstarts back at the Upstarting Line, right?” Janel informs. “Domi already destroyed Wendy. Now, I get the joy of sending her knockoff to the showers.”
Bunny slowly closes the gap between them.
“You know that decision was BS, and everyone else does too, especially that little garden gnome.”
“Petty insults. Nice,” Manning retorts. “Just like the Upstart Army. You fit in so well with them.”
The women come together in a collar-and-elbow. Bunny’s no big girl, but she has size and mass on Manning, if not strength on the muscular sub-five-footer. The blondes fight for leverage and it’s a stalemate for several seconds. In a blink, the former gymnast pivots and, with a right arm locked around Bunny’s left, she hiptosses Wendy’s protégé to the canvas, Cooper landing on her backside.
A seated Bunny reaches for her aching tailbone while Janel effortlessly kips to her feet. She drives a thumping soccer kick between Cooper’s shoulderblades, the Upstart’s back arching in pain. Turning after the boot, Janel races to the ropes behind her and rebounds. The ponytailed blonde zooms in from behind and flips over Cooper’s right shoulder, grasping Bunny’s noggin as she does. She PLANTS Cooper’s face into the deck between her foe’s thighs.
The Upstart’s noggin whips away from the impact and she ends in a single-file position on the canvas, cradling her aching braincase. Meanwhile, Manning rolls through her landing and pops to her feet, finishing in a dramatic stance that begs for an ovation. The FAWNatics give her nothing of the kind, booing the result heartily.
Janel offers a less than civil thrust of her right arm, cupping the bicep in her left palm on the way. She then grabs the top rope and, using the spring, the Iowan ejects from the ring, dropping all the way to the floor, landing softly and cleanly on the thinly-padded cement.
As Bunny blinks her eyes clear and reaches a seated position, Janel wastes little time in getting to the point of the match and her life, winning. She lifts the skirt and lowers her head beneath. The diminutive hardbody emerges little more than a second later, dragging out the weapon of choice in this battle of the blondes. Manning draws the table clear, lifts, and leans it in a 45-degree angle on the apron.
A risen Bunny is ropeside to snatch the end closest to her and drag it away from Janel, pulling it into the squared circle.
The furious Mite turns to the ref plaintively.
“She stole my damn table!”
“And?” he asks calmly.
“She stole my damn table!”
Janel slams her palms down on the apron for emphasis but it doesn’t add to her argument. For her part, Bunny unfolds the legs and sets the table dead center, unsure what else to do with it with Janel loitering outside.
A grinning Bunny motions Janel in with a folding of her right palm and a sneering Manning hops to the apron and vaults over the top cable to join her foe.
There’s little room to maneuver with a table dead center so the area between the two blondes is confined and Bunny tries to work that to her advantage, the former gymnast’s running game taken away. Cooper corners the little blonde hardbody with a collar-and-elbow and a shove. She follows only to get a volley of fists into her midriff from Manning, slowing her. Janel continues the counterattack with a precise dropkick that nails Bunny in the chin and sends her staggering.
Cooper backpedals into the side of the table, pushing it toward the opposite corner when she hits the edge. Manning starts to rush her foe, but realizes halfway she’s also racing toward the table and pulls up short, not wanting to make a match-blowing mistake. She’s able to stuff a literal toe kick into Bunny’s tummy, Manning playing barefoot like her fellow Mite.
With Cooper doubled, Janel grabs a wrist and flings the busty blonde in the opposite direction of the table. The Upstart barrels toward the buckles, turning into a body-rattling collision. To her credit, Bunny remains upright, but Janel still seeks to take advantage. She strides to the crumpled Cooper and climbs onto the front of her thighs. Wrapping her hands behind Bunny’s neck, the former gymnast leans back and leaps outward, tugging Bunny off her feet and PLANTING her face into the deck.
Monkeyflip facebuster (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BkKMQw70RFE )
Cooper flops to her back after the impact and the Golden Mite might have gone for the pin in other circumstances. Instead, she grabs both wrists of her splayed foe and drags Cooper to a spot well within range of a flightpath from the nearby corner. Janel vaults to the top and gazes out on her target while the crowd pleads with Bunny to escape.
Janel launches from the forward-facing penthouse position and backflips into a shooting star then SLAMS down with a perfectly-placed elbow to the cleft of Bunny’s considerable bosom.
Shooting Star Elbow Drop (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BkKMQw70RFE )
Cooper shudders from the impaling impact, grasping at her heart as her body spasms. The beaming smile of the Golden Mite emerges as she pushes to a kneel. Grabbing Bunny’s blonde locks, she tugs Cooper to her feet as she rises. The diminutive hardbody scoops an arm through her foe’s legs and lifts Wendy’s protégé onto her right shoulder. Showing the strength stuffed into her tiny package, Manning carries Cooper to the table and turns her over onto its top, too short to lift and power her through.
In any case, with Bunny set on the device, it soon wouldn’t be necessary. Janel scurries beneath the table and to the other side where she has a little room to pop up and scale the corner not three feet away. She clambers up and turns to find Bunny off the ‘silver platter’ and standing on the bottom ropes directly in front of her. The Upstart quickly climbs to the middle strands and starts grappling with her foe. Janel’s forced to drop to join Cooper in a stance on the middle cables for fear of being tossed to a loss.
On relatively even terms, the women fire away with forearms, each reeling from the other’s blows as the crowd cheers and boos alternately while Bunny and Janel fire away. The crowd groans as a jaw-turner from Janel has Bunny teetering, a fall almost certainly putting her through the table behind her. But Cooper holds on with a tightly clenched left hand on the top rope, her knuckles white.
Cooper drops to the bottom ropes and yanks an unsteady Janel down across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry. The frantic Janel, a split-second away from proceeding through the table first courtesy a Samoan Drop, pounds enough elbows into Bunny’s left temple to loosen Cooper’s grip and slide down her back, the FAWNatics groaning in disappointment.
It’s Janel’s turn to threaten a match-winning maneuver as her arms encircle Bunny’s midriff. The tiny tanned terror tries to rip Bunny from her moorings and suplex Machine 2.0 through the table in an embarrassing way for Wendy’s pupil to go, but Cooper sends a mule kick behind her and into the spandex-clad chest of the former gymnast, shaking the Mite off and driving her back into the fateful furniture, nudging the table toward the middle in the process.
Seeing Bunny scale the buckles in front of her, Janel shoots her hands behind and slips them under the rim of the tabletop. Lifting, she overturns it, taking away any possibility of being sent through from an aerial assault. The maneuver and Janel’s awareness of her position convinces Cooper to drop to the canvas and approach on solid ‘ground’.
Janel lunges at the curvy blonde and Bunny sends the Mite sprawling with an arm drag. Manning rolls to her feet, spins to charge again, only to meet the mat with the same result. Undeterred, she tries a third time and this time Bunny goes full Mexican with her drag, sending Janel flipping and sprawling, this time atop the bottom of the tabletop. She slides off, grabbing her lower spine with a teeth-clenching grimace and butt-bouncing her way to a seat in her corner.
Bunny grabs the upside-down furniture and stands it on end, shoving the table to a neutral corner to her right, top pointing outward, to clear the center of the battlefield. Turning and seeing Janel still on her biscuit butt, Bunny takes off at full speed and launches a few feet out, legs leading the way. They shoot by Manning’s face on either side and she rams her undercarriage into the Mite’s chest. The curvy blonde continues to bang away with her Bunny Bounce bronco buster, leaving Janel more dazed with each thrust of her pelvis, Manning eating the last couple in her face.
With the little, blonde hardbody in a daze, Cooper dismounts and grabs her foe’s ankles, yanking her several feet from the corner. Bunny returns to the corner and climbs the buckles, turning to face the splayed Manning, leaping almost instantly. She lets her ass do the talking as she flies into the pit of Janel’s stomach with a Diving Butt Drop.
Though Manning’s abs are steel, Bunny’s butt won’t be totally denied and Janel groans as she jackknifes under her fellow blonde’s backside. Cooper takes a rest atop the gasping, squirming Mite, Manning unable to fully dislodge her.
Getting her second wind, Cooper dismounts and wraps her arms around the bruised midsection of the bite-sized blonde. Showing her strength, Cooper plucks Janel off the deck and deadlifts the former gymnast to her chest, then heaves Manning up and over with a gutwrench suplex that sends her crashing to the deck with a loud ‘thwump’. Manning ends in a groaning pile, the crowd going wild knowing Suplex City has been entered.
Collecting the splayed Mite quickly, Bunny bullies Manning to the corner opposite the set table and grabs a wrist and the scruff of Janel’s neck to send her racing to and through the wooden table top. She heaves the ponytailed blonde on her way, or tries. But the little dynamo puts the anchor down and reverses, only to have Cooper do the same. But before Bunny can fully reverse the reversal, the Iowan reels her into a shortarm clothesline, nearly removing head from shoulders on Wendy’s protégé.
The Upstart is laid out in front of the corner from where the trip started and Janel climbs to the bottom cable, leaping into a moonsault that momentarily flattens the chest of the busty blonde. Scrambling off, Janel hops to the middle ropes and repeats the process from the higher stage, Bunny left a gasping wreck after Janel lands flush across her abdomen.
Manning, a little more slowly this time, pushes up again and climbs to the top where she settles for a moment then leaps and proceeds to NAIL the trifecta on Cooper with a moonsault going back to Bunny’s bosom. The Golden Mite drives the remaining breath from Cooper, but has little left herself as she pushes to a kneeling position, settling on her haunches next to the Upstart.
Taking in deep breaths, the cherub-cheeked menace finally uses Bunny’s gulping belly to push up and heads for the penthouse one more time. Reaching it, she turns to face her target this time, ready to missile dropkick Bunny across the ring, hopefully sending Cooper crashing through table laid in a 45-degree angle in the opposite corner.
However, rising quicker than the Olympian expected, the curvy blonde moves inside the range of a missile strike. Forced to alter her game plan at launch, Janel switches to a crossbody block and flies toward the chest of the Upstart in a horizontal leap. It quickly turns into a bad call when Cooper is able to catch the flying Mite and retain her balance in a damn impressive show of force from any lightweight.
Before a wide-eyed, squirming Mite can work her way free, Cooper sends Janel up and over with a makeshift suplex and the ponytailed blonde lands with a heavy SPLAT on the canvas. Manning reaches for the base of her spine, babyface twisted in pain.
Bunny kips to her feet, perhaps in an attempt to show up the former gymnast. In any case, Cooper sneaks behind the slowly rising Manning and secures a full nelson on her vertically challenged foe. Without giving Janel a moment to think, the Mite is sent into an unscheduled backflip with another suplex. This time Manning lands on her face and chest no more than a couple feet from the leaning hardware. The crowd ‘OHHH’s, knowing Bunny came so close, but they cheer her vociferously as she pushes up and strands in a straddle over the softly stirring Manning.
Scooping arms under each of Janel’s armpits, Cooper lifts the little hardbody to her feet then shifts her grip and surrounds her foe’s rock-hard tummy with a bearhug.
“Say g’night, bytch,” she whispers in Janel’s ear before cinching the embrace tight and launching Janel over with a release German. Tossed like a golden spandex version of a hefty bag, Manning CRASHES through the table, the splinters flying as the wood cracks and collapses at the base of Janel’s spine. The skeleton of the furniture is mangled and in the remnants is a demolished Janel, knocked cold within the wreckage.
She lies in a comatose spreadeagle, head and shoulders propped by the upper end of the table, arms dangling lifelessly at her sides, the victim of a three-bagger, a veritable expressway to downtown Suplex City.
No longer close to kipping, Bunny pushes wearily to vertical and thoroughly enjoys the sight of the spent Mite in the splinters. Standing next to the victor, the referee grabs Cooper’s right wrist and heaves it high while the announcer makes it official.
“Your winner…Sarasota Sunshine…Bunny Cooper!”
Cooper accepts the ovation and steps through the rubble to place a boot on the chest of the shattered Mite, still no movement from Janel, a set of EMTs with a cart headed down the ramp to collect what’s left of Manning.
Bunny steps away at the official’s urging and let the techs get to work. She climbs a corner in celebration knowing this is a career step that deserves as much, one that could lead to much bigger things.