Post by hawkeye on Jan 21, 2018 1:37:13 GMT
Hot&Bothered (Kylie Sanders [5’4” 112 lbs.]/ Jasmine Washington [5’5” 125 lbs.])
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America’s Sweethearts ( Skylar Mitchell [5’1” 115 lbs.]/ Charlie Dawson [5’2” 112 lbs.])
The unusual coffee-and-cream combination of Hot&Bothered were pegged for a deep run in the tourney but Kylie Sanders and Jasmine Washington scraped by the Body Shop by the skin of their teeth in the Round of 16. Nevertheless, there’s something to be said for persevering. J-Dogg and Vanilla Chill did that in a harrowing advance over Laura Diamond and Meggerz Fletcher where Jazzy’s Ass Backwards Driver allowed a spent Kylie to get the pin on the Shop’s demolished Diamond.
Tonight’s quarterfinal figures to be a task H&B are up to, at least from the odds provided by the Vegas sportsbooks. A chance to become the third team of the Final Four is set in front of them on a platter and it’s hard to find any takers betting against the old hand and the new blood.
Facing them is the only team in the field to bring two wins into the Sweet 16. After besting the sorority savages of Phi Theta Kappa in the play-in round, America’s Sweethearts followed it by breaking up the War Party of the Halfmoons.
Looking less like rookies by the match, Skylar Mitchell and Charlie Dawson bring an energetic enthusiasm to the bracket that seems ready to meet a roadblock in the form of H&B. Surely Kara and Kasa thought the same before the Lil’est Mitchell deep-sixed the Native twins with a spectacular Skye Dive on Kara for the pinfall.
The crowd at tonight’s Kissimmee house show has its hopes high the Sweethearts can continue their roll and make Vanilla melt to make for a three-match roll into the elite of the Queens bracket.
Showing a lack of concern for her opponents, the pixieish platinum blonde lets her partner know she’s setting the stage for tonight’s waltz. Sharing a dab, a smirking Sanders turns and heads for the center of the ring to await whomever chooses to be the sacrificial lamb.
The answer comes quickly and is no surprise. Ready to continue the war her sister has long fought, Skylar Mitchell steps to the Pleasant Valley Pariah. Having faced Kylie in singles in 2017 and come up just short of the win, Skye shows no hesitation, the brunette going tip of adorable nose to point of cute beak.
“You best back off,” Ky threatens, her smirk removed by Mitchell’s tawdry show of confidence. “Don’t think last time was anything but beginner’s luck.”
“I’m not a beginner,” Skye responds. The women’s foreheads lean hard into the other. “And there isn’t any Mitchell that doesn’t know how to kick your ass to the gutter from which you crawled.”
Kylie steps back and sends an open right hand at the brunette’s cheek, but Mitchell plucks Ky’s arm out of the air at the wrist. Startled, Sanders lifts her left and shoots a palm at the opposite side and again Skye snags the wrist of Vanilla Chill. The Sweetheart beams at the flustered Hawkeye as Kylie tries without success to tear her arms out of the Carolina Cutie’s grasp.
“Age is catchin’ up with ya, eh KyUHHH…”
Sanders drives a head butt into the bridge of Mitchell’s nose. Dropping her grips instantly, Skylar backpedals, her baby blues already watering as a hand reflexively shoots to her proboscis to check for damage.
Kylie pivots alongside the sibling of one of her most famous rivals. Reaching over her right shoulder, she locks her arms around the slightly dipped noggin of the brunette and snapmares Mitchell to the deck. Showing a burst of speed from her supposedly ancient stems, Kylie races past the seated Skye, rebounds, and PLANTS Mitchell into the deck with emphasis courtesy a Big Boot to the forehead that levels the Sweetheart.
Snapmare and big boot (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hl8dM4_nOxM )
As the platinum blonde skids to a stop and offers Charlie a wink, she calls blindly behind her to the flattened Mitchell.
“Another Mitchell slut learning to shut the hell up!” Ky shouts, gaining no admirers from the partisan crowd.
Later…
As Skylar sits up, Chill regains her focus, striding to the dazed brunette. She reaches a hand toward her foe’s dark locks, but before she can sink her fingers in, Mitchell snatches Sanders by the wrist and tugs FAWN’s most hated off her feet. Skylar rolls the startled Kylie into a tight small package for the…
ONE…
TWO…
…before Ky can break free. Both women scramble to their feet, their bodies slapping together chest to chest, their fingers lacing. Each presses the other back a step before they settle into a more standard test of strength.
The veteran starts to roll her wrists over those of the perky Sweetheart and the FAWNatics groan as the platinum blonde forces Skylar downward, Mitchell falling into a dangerous backward arch. But halfway down, the second-gen superstar gathers her reserves and, much to Kylie’s horror, regains lost ground, Ky shaking her head in disbelief as Mitchell finds her way back to even.
Skye then twists her wrists from an overhand to underhand grip, taking control as a wincing Kylie rises to tiptoes, trying to relieve the pressure.
Skylar wrings pain from the Hawkeye for a few seconds before thrusting a boot at Ky’s left knee, forcing her foe to genuflect from the impact. Maintaining her handholds, the Lil’est Mitchell pounds the lowered veteran with a series of cheeky hip checks to Kylie’s face. Skye releases her clenched, laced fingers and NAILS her foe one last time with her booty, decking Sanders.
Later…
The hatred between Cynthia and Kylie seems to have seamlessly transferred to Sanders and Cyn’s sis as both women pound away on each other, alternating right crosses that nearly buckle the blonde and brunette with cracking chin checks. The FAWNatics cheer and boo in turn as Skylar then Kylie connect.
After a half dozen, the Lil’est Mitchell blocks one of Chill’s fists and doubles up, blocks again and triples, quadruples, quintuples. Finally a dramatic bolo punch of an uppercut floors Sanders, Kylie looking blankly into the rafters after SLAMMING to the canvas.
Bolo punch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=F9WTe4pFXoU )
With Chill melted, Skylar skips over the FAWN original, surges to the ropes in front of her, hopping to the middle cable. While grasping the top, Skye spins to launch and deliver a spear-tip of a springboard elbow drop to the cleft of Kylie’s bosom that seems to electrify the platinum blonde.
Springboard Elbow Drop (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qu-_PyX8IW0 )
The Hawkeye wildly spasms in anguish from the blow, Mitchell containing the tremors in Ky’s body enough to garner a domineering lateral press. The Sweetheart hooks the far leg of her foe for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Later…
Having turned the wheel over to Charlie, Skye watches intently as her fellow Sweetheart continues to put the hammer down on Vanilla Chill. Dawson leaps into the middle rope in front of a rising Kylie and springboards HIGH into the sky in front of the wide-eyed Sanders.
Charlie lands in a flush crossbody splash across the chest of the Hawkeye, pancaking Kylie to the canvas with a thumping crash.
Springboard Crossbody (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gwDZimBVsFM )
The momentum after the collision sends the young blonde rolling to her feet and, when the rattled Kylie starts to rise as well, Dawson tugs her veteran foe into a rough front facelock. Noticing she’s next to the ropes, the Sweetheart lifts a boot and uses the middle rope to push herself into a guillotine choke position, Ky carrying the weight of her fellow blonde while Charlie cinches her left arm tight around the carotid of the battered Chill.
Guillotine Choke (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3SHfJ-W02O0 )
As a worried Washington pleads with her partner to reach the H&B corner for a tag, Kylie staggers against the draining pressure of the choke, knowing if she folds to the mat, this match might be over.
Showing her vaunted stubbornness, Kylie carries her cargo to a neutral set of buckles and sandwiches Charlie between with a makeshift splash, loosening the Sweetheart’s grip. When Charlie drops to the canvas in front of her, Kylie launches a knee into the pit of Dawson’s alabaster tummy. With her opponent bent and gasping, a freed Kylie stumbles down the ropes and dives to a tag with the Badass from Hotlanta.
Not much later…
Jasmine cuts Dawson off from any countering move toward Mitchell, leaping into a front flip as she bears down on the angelic blonde with an athletic kick that catches Charlie in her cranium.
Front flip kick (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvFa-mcrHT0 )
Decked by the impact of a boot to her face, Dawson shakes her noggin to rattle her senses back into place. She slowly rises to a kneeling position, but cloudiness remains in her baby blues.
Jasmine stalks Charlie from behind. She snatches the flaxen locks of her foe and shoves her noggin downward, forcing Dawson to all fours. With the Sweetheart situated, Jazzy mounts the back of Charlie’s skull and cinches in a cranium crushing standing head scissors.
But that’s not all the African-American beauty has in mind. Wash gathers up the wrists of Dawson, lifting her arms high and drops to her knees, SLAMMING Charlie’s face into the thinly-covered plywood.
Scissored Facebuster (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJlzoMSSYfg )
Jasmine rolls to her booty, likewise spinning Dawson to her back, the blonde pinned between the extended stems of J-Dogg, thighs atop Dawson’s shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Charlie kicks free with a tick to spare, drawing a worried round of tentative applause from the FAWNatics.
Later…
Both fighters rise wearily from the deck, the match taking its toll on Badass and Sweetheart alike. But Jasmine holds an advantage in her position, gaining verticality behind the wobbly blonde.
She closes from Charlie’s blindside, Washington locking her arms inside Dawson’s then vaulting the smaller grappler up and over with a Tiger Suplex, Charlotte landing HARD on head and shoulders.
Tiger Suplex (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jN9wU7UXPM )
The bridging Jasmine keeps Dawson stacked, taut little ass cheeks pointed to the rafters for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOO!
Charlie manages to kick out of her matchbook position and slop to her chest while a frustrated J-Dogg slaps the canvas. A recovering Sanders barks orders from the sidelines and a nodding Washington pushes up while Charlie shoves the canvas to make her hands and knees.
Mounting the blonde, Jasmine drops her backyard into Dawson’s lower spine, flattening her foe back to the mat.
Later…
The crowd groans in worry with a splayed Dawson on the canvas several steps from the Hot&Bothered corner, where Jasmine rises to the top. She sets herself for an aerial assault while Kylie reaches to tag her partner’s bum before Wash straightens for launching.
Leaping into her signature Jazzy Jump, J-Dogg twists toward a spectacular splash across the ivory-skinned tummy of the blonde in a possible prelude to the end.
Jazzy Jump (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gsrsTapBrt0 )
But as the African-American grappler plummets toward gutting the Sweetheart, Charlie barrel rolls toward the corner, leaving nothing but canvas-covered expanse for Washington to SLAM into, Jasmine bouncing several inches off the mat from the ring-rattling impact.
With J-Dogg curling into a chest-embracing ball, Dawson pushes to her feet, unaware the legal Hawkeye is entering the ring a few steps away. Or so it seems. Reading Skye’s eyes from the far corner, the blonde shoots a side kick blindly behind her and catches Kylie flush in the belly, doubling over the platinum blonde.
Tugging Sanders into a front facelock, Charlie RIPS Kylie to the deck with a spinning neckbreaker, THUMPING Vanilla Chill into the mat in violent fashion.
Spinning Neckbreaker (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lRnG-7LF_lc ) @ 00:13
Not Much Later…
The diminutive Charlie is between Hot and Bothered, a hand sunk into platinum bob on one side and shoulder-length ebony locks on the other. She draws back both coconuts of her foes, ready to force a meeting of the minds, Kylie’s and Jasmine’s eyes going wide with worry.
But when Dawson tries to slam skulls, Vanilla Chill and J-Dogg each lift a right leg and place it into the chest of their teammate, acting as a bumper, preventing the noggin knock. Turning defense to offense, Ky and Wash lower their stems, each snatching a handful of Charlie’s golden strands, ready to affect some double-team damage.
From behind, a speeding Skye NAILS Jasmine in the back with a dropkick. J-Dogg lurches forward, crashing into Kylie, chest to chest. With the momentum provided by Mitchell, both Hot and Bothered stagger to their corner where Kylie is incidentally and accidentally splashed by her African-American teammate.
The impact forces the breath from the elfin blonde and she drops to her backside, legs parted and extended. Jasmine bounces a step away from the collision then, to Ky’s great misfortune, takes a header, SLAMMING the crown of her skull into Ky’s crotch.
Her kitty throbbing, Kylie’s face is etched in pain and surprise, the dazed Jasmine’s features still resting in Sanders’ privates, drawing a round of appreciative hoots from former members of the Corps.
Not Much Later…
With the match getting away from the ref, he pleads with Skylar to vacate but America’s Sweethearts are too energized by the recent turn of events. While Charlie ‘assists’ a wobbly Jasmine to vertical, moving Washington to the middle of the ring, the Lil’est Mitchell tugs a mewling Sanders up, Kylie still hunched from the low blow inflicted.
The Sweethearts, closing in on their third tourney win, grab their foes by a wrist, Skye aiming Kylie at Jasmine and vice versa. Charlie and Skylar Irish Whip their foes for another collision, but the H&B partners avoid the head-on and lock elbows to spin in simultaneous 180s.
Zooming out of the do-si-so, Kylie spears the HOLY HELL out of the startled Skye and Jasmine nearly decapitates the wide-eyed Charlie with a clothesline from the vicinity of hell. While Dawson is sent through a violent spin cycle that sees her back flip to a chest-first collision, Skye gets plowed into the canvas with a tackle worthy of a Hawkeye linebacker.
Later…
Determined to reclaim something approaching order, the zebra rolls the semiconscious Charlie out under the bottom rope to the loud complaint of J-Dogg.
“Only Da Man could fuck things up like this,” Washington objects. “She’s legal for those losers.”
“Uhh…ummm,” the official stammers. “This is FAWN. Deal with it.”
Kylie seems more than prepared to do so. Not realizing Mitchell would be baptized legitimate by the ref, the platinum blonde had already passed on a pin but has the moaning Skylar bullied into the H&B corner.
Dipping, Ky slides her head between Mitchell’s quaking stems. Sanders’ arms wrap around her foe’s thighs and the FAWN original lifts Skye off her feet. The platinum blonde pugilist turns and walks a squirming Skye to center stage then drops to her back side to PLANT the brunette’s face and chest into the deck with the Iowa Waterwheel.
Iowa Waterwheel (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L78bbjcEtWw )
A dazed Skye, perhaps sensing and correctly so, Kylie would be going for her Farmhand hammy clamp, lolls to her back. A frustrated Sanders leaps above the splayed brunette and mushroom stomps Mitchell’s modest chest as retaliation then grinds her soles into the tender flesh, the thin sheen of spandex not providing much protection.
Later…
Kylie dips and scoops a rubber-legged Skylar off the canvas, shifting her into a fireman’s carry. Instead of taking Mitchell to Chilly Valley, the platinum blonde pixie starts to turn, quickly gaining speed. As she does, Skye’s arms and legs extend from the centrifugal force, the Lil’est Mitchell becoming the propeller on Kylie’s Airplane Spin.
A revolving Sanders whips through pirouette after pirouette, getting to a full ten-spot before sending Skye flying off her shoulders, Mitchell adding another half-turn unaided by the FAWN original before crashing to the canvas.
Kylie steadies herself, Vanilla in recovery mode for a moment. She rattles her braincase to clear the vertigo. Sanders calls for an ovation from the crowd, but instead receives a growing chant of “TROLL…TROLL.” A furious Kylie screams at the assembled to shut up, which draws only more volume, Ky covering her ears and shaking her head in exasperation.
Turning her attention back to a rising Skye, Kylie moves side by side with her bent foe, headed in the opposite direction, The Hawkeye sweeps her arms around the gulping tummy of the youngest of the Mitchell clan. Chill launches the diminutive brunette up in a front flip then DEPOSITS Skye nearly THROUGH the deck with her Child of the Corn (Gutwrench Driver)
Child of the Corn (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9UckX7ScRcY ).
As Mitchell faints into a lifeless sprawl, Kylie arrogantly leans her back into Skylar’s chest, raising her fingers as the official slaps the mat for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Not Much Later…
Kylie looks at the official with disbelief in her hazel eyes. She raises her hands high and wide, turning quizzically to Jasmine who can only shrug in response.
“Fine,” Sanders replies, “time to bring the chill!”
Kylie hauls what’s left of Skylar to her feet, again slipping an arm obtrusively between the jellied legs of the Sweetheart. She forces Mitchell into another fireman’s carry, ready to send Skye to the Valley.
Chilly Valley Driver (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TlTK5q9vQzg ).
But the feisty Mitchell sparks to life, sending pumping elbows into Ky’s right temple, the fifth breaking Sanders’ grip. The blue-eyed brunette drops to the canvas behind the Hawkeye.
Kylie spins to face the irksome Skylar when Mitchell, already airborne, reaches her right arm around the neck of the elfin blonde. Skye uses gravity to RIP Sanders off her feet and PLANT her foe’s face into the canvas-covered plywood with a modified Tobacco Road that rocks the ring, Kylie and the crowd, the match turned on a dime in the underdogs’ favor.
Modified Tobacco Road (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U2tn1-20BAc ) @ 00:07
Ky pops into a barrel roll from the force of the blow, ending on her back in a motionless spreadeagle. Supremely aware of her surroundings, Skye dives atop the demolished Sanders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
It’s not Kylie’s unmatched ability to recover that saves her this time. Instead, Jasmine scrambles through the cables and dives to break up the count to prevent her team’s elimination.
As Skye’s spine arches in pain from the axhandle blow thumped into the small of her back, her partner is quick to play cavalry. Dawson enters and brawls with the risen Washington, the smaller blonde forcing J-Dogg onto her back foot with relentless fisticuffs before backing Wash up several steps with a landed haymaker.
With room to maneuver, Charlie rushes Jasmine and leaps, legs extended. The stems wrap around the noggin of Hotlanta’s Badass and the Sweetheart tilt-a-whirls the Dogg clean over the top rope, Jazzy spilling to the apron then plopping to the floor. The agitated blonde leaps through the strands to stay after Washington.
Not Much Later…
Having pushed up on her palms, a bewildered Kylie butt-scoots to the corner behind her. Reaching it, she plops her back and bobbling head against the lower buckles, ivory legs extended in front of her.
A pissed Skye, upset she’s had her pinfall stolen, is only a step behind. She turns her back and, more importantly, backside to Sanders’ mug and stuffs her ass into Kylie’s face, plunging the Hawkeye into darkness courtesy of Mitchell’s Kiss My Grits stinkface.
Ky’s hands press against Skylar’s hips but can’t budge the snarly Sweetheart as the brunette swabs Kylie’s features with the thin purple spandex covering her derriere. Having enjoyed a half-dozen seconds of Mitchell retribution on the platinum blonde, Skye pulls her cheeks off the greasy face of a sputtering Sanders and steps back to set herself.
As Kylie slowly uses the ropes behind her to climb to vertical, the Lil’est Mitchell taps her left boot into the canvas, loading it, the crowd moving to the edge of their seat in anticipation and, when a woozy Ky takes a couple steps toward her, Skylar brings Greetings from Charlotte.
Skye’s superkick CRAAACKS into Kylie’s chin, jaw-jacking the blonde to the canvas like she’s been shot. The back of Sanders’ skull THUNKS into the deck only doubling the force of the concussive blow.
Mitchell collects her balance after the lightning-like kick and drops across the unconscious Chill in a lateral press. With the remaining two combatants on the outside, the boot proves to be a greeting and a good-bye as Hot&Bothered exits the tourney with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEEE!!!!
Pushing off Sanders at the sound of the bell, Skye flies to her feet, ecstatic. The happiness only grows when she’s joined by Charlie, who has left Jasmine leaning against the steel barricade next to the front row, looking much the worse for their encounter.
America’s Sweethearts embrace as the announcer confirms what seemed highly improbable at the start of the night; the team of Skye and Charlie are riding a three-match tourney win streak and are officially in the Final Four for the 2017 Queens of the Ring throne.
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America’s Sweethearts ( Skylar Mitchell [5’1” 115 lbs.]/ Charlie Dawson [5’2” 112 lbs.])
The unusual coffee-and-cream combination of Hot&Bothered were pegged for a deep run in the tourney but Kylie Sanders and Jasmine Washington scraped by the Body Shop by the skin of their teeth in the Round of 16. Nevertheless, there’s something to be said for persevering. J-Dogg and Vanilla Chill did that in a harrowing advance over Laura Diamond and Meggerz Fletcher where Jazzy’s Ass Backwards Driver allowed a spent Kylie to get the pin on the Shop’s demolished Diamond.
Tonight’s quarterfinal figures to be a task H&B are up to, at least from the odds provided by the Vegas sportsbooks. A chance to become the third team of the Final Four is set in front of them on a platter and it’s hard to find any takers betting against the old hand and the new blood.
Facing them is the only team in the field to bring two wins into the Sweet 16. After besting the sorority savages of Phi Theta Kappa in the play-in round, America’s Sweethearts followed it by breaking up the War Party of the Halfmoons.
Looking less like rookies by the match, Skylar Mitchell and Charlie Dawson bring an energetic enthusiasm to the bracket that seems ready to meet a roadblock in the form of H&B. Surely Kara and Kasa thought the same before the Lil’est Mitchell deep-sixed the Native twins with a spectacular Skye Dive on Kara for the pinfall.
The crowd at tonight’s Kissimmee house show has its hopes high the Sweethearts can continue their roll and make Vanilla melt to make for a three-match roll into the elite of the Queens bracket.
Showing a lack of concern for her opponents, the pixieish platinum blonde lets her partner know she’s setting the stage for tonight’s waltz. Sharing a dab, a smirking Sanders turns and heads for the center of the ring to await whomever chooses to be the sacrificial lamb.
The answer comes quickly and is no surprise. Ready to continue the war her sister has long fought, Skylar Mitchell steps to the Pleasant Valley Pariah. Having faced Kylie in singles in 2017 and come up just short of the win, Skye shows no hesitation, the brunette going tip of adorable nose to point of cute beak.
“You best back off,” Ky threatens, her smirk removed by Mitchell’s tawdry show of confidence. “Don’t think last time was anything but beginner’s luck.”
“I’m not a beginner,” Skye responds. The women’s foreheads lean hard into the other. “And there isn’t any Mitchell that doesn’t know how to kick your ass to the gutter from which you crawled.”
Kylie steps back and sends an open right hand at the brunette’s cheek, but Mitchell plucks Ky’s arm out of the air at the wrist. Startled, Sanders lifts her left and shoots a palm at the opposite side and again Skye snags the wrist of Vanilla Chill. The Sweetheart beams at the flustered Hawkeye as Kylie tries without success to tear her arms out of the Carolina Cutie’s grasp.
“Age is catchin’ up with ya, eh KyUHHH…”
Sanders drives a head butt into the bridge of Mitchell’s nose. Dropping her grips instantly, Skylar backpedals, her baby blues already watering as a hand reflexively shoots to her proboscis to check for damage.
Kylie pivots alongside the sibling of one of her most famous rivals. Reaching over her right shoulder, she locks her arms around the slightly dipped noggin of the brunette and snapmares Mitchell to the deck. Showing a burst of speed from her supposedly ancient stems, Kylie races past the seated Skye, rebounds, and PLANTS Mitchell into the deck with emphasis courtesy a Big Boot to the forehead that levels the Sweetheart.
Snapmare and big boot (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hl8dM4_nOxM )
As the platinum blonde skids to a stop and offers Charlie a wink, she calls blindly behind her to the flattened Mitchell.
“Another Mitchell slut learning to shut the hell up!” Ky shouts, gaining no admirers from the partisan crowd.
Later…
As Skylar sits up, Chill regains her focus, striding to the dazed brunette. She reaches a hand toward her foe’s dark locks, but before she can sink her fingers in, Mitchell snatches Sanders by the wrist and tugs FAWN’s most hated off her feet. Skylar rolls the startled Kylie into a tight small package for the…
ONE…
TWO…
…before Ky can break free. Both women scramble to their feet, their bodies slapping together chest to chest, their fingers lacing. Each presses the other back a step before they settle into a more standard test of strength.
The veteran starts to roll her wrists over those of the perky Sweetheart and the FAWNatics groan as the platinum blonde forces Skylar downward, Mitchell falling into a dangerous backward arch. But halfway down, the second-gen superstar gathers her reserves and, much to Kylie’s horror, regains lost ground, Ky shaking her head in disbelief as Mitchell finds her way back to even.
Skye then twists her wrists from an overhand to underhand grip, taking control as a wincing Kylie rises to tiptoes, trying to relieve the pressure.
Skylar wrings pain from the Hawkeye for a few seconds before thrusting a boot at Ky’s left knee, forcing her foe to genuflect from the impact. Maintaining her handholds, the Lil’est Mitchell pounds the lowered veteran with a series of cheeky hip checks to Kylie’s face. Skye releases her clenched, laced fingers and NAILS her foe one last time with her booty, decking Sanders.
Later…
The hatred between Cynthia and Kylie seems to have seamlessly transferred to Sanders and Cyn’s sis as both women pound away on each other, alternating right crosses that nearly buckle the blonde and brunette with cracking chin checks. The FAWNatics cheer and boo in turn as Skylar then Kylie connect.
After a half dozen, the Lil’est Mitchell blocks one of Chill’s fists and doubles up, blocks again and triples, quadruples, quintuples. Finally a dramatic bolo punch of an uppercut floors Sanders, Kylie looking blankly into the rafters after SLAMMING to the canvas.
Bolo punch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=F9WTe4pFXoU )
With Chill melted, Skylar skips over the FAWN original, surges to the ropes in front of her, hopping to the middle cable. While grasping the top, Skye spins to launch and deliver a spear-tip of a springboard elbow drop to the cleft of Kylie’s bosom that seems to electrify the platinum blonde.
Springboard Elbow Drop (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qu-_PyX8IW0 )
The Hawkeye wildly spasms in anguish from the blow, Mitchell containing the tremors in Ky’s body enough to garner a domineering lateral press. The Sweetheart hooks the far leg of her foe for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Later…
Having turned the wheel over to Charlie, Skye watches intently as her fellow Sweetheart continues to put the hammer down on Vanilla Chill. Dawson leaps into the middle rope in front of a rising Kylie and springboards HIGH into the sky in front of the wide-eyed Sanders.
Charlie lands in a flush crossbody splash across the chest of the Hawkeye, pancaking Kylie to the canvas with a thumping crash.
Springboard Crossbody (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gwDZimBVsFM )
The momentum after the collision sends the young blonde rolling to her feet and, when the rattled Kylie starts to rise as well, Dawson tugs her veteran foe into a rough front facelock. Noticing she’s next to the ropes, the Sweetheart lifts a boot and uses the middle rope to push herself into a guillotine choke position, Ky carrying the weight of her fellow blonde while Charlie cinches her left arm tight around the carotid of the battered Chill.
Guillotine Choke (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3SHfJ-W02O0 )
As a worried Washington pleads with her partner to reach the H&B corner for a tag, Kylie staggers against the draining pressure of the choke, knowing if she folds to the mat, this match might be over.
Showing her vaunted stubbornness, Kylie carries her cargo to a neutral set of buckles and sandwiches Charlie between with a makeshift splash, loosening the Sweetheart’s grip. When Charlie drops to the canvas in front of her, Kylie launches a knee into the pit of Dawson’s alabaster tummy. With her opponent bent and gasping, a freed Kylie stumbles down the ropes and dives to a tag with the Badass from Hotlanta.
Not much later…
Jasmine cuts Dawson off from any countering move toward Mitchell, leaping into a front flip as she bears down on the angelic blonde with an athletic kick that catches Charlie in her cranium.
Front flip kick (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvFa-mcrHT0 )
Decked by the impact of a boot to her face, Dawson shakes her noggin to rattle her senses back into place. She slowly rises to a kneeling position, but cloudiness remains in her baby blues.
Jasmine stalks Charlie from behind. She snatches the flaxen locks of her foe and shoves her noggin downward, forcing Dawson to all fours. With the Sweetheart situated, Jazzy mounts the back of Charlie’s skull and cinches in a cranium crushing standing head scissors.
But that’s not all the African-American beauty has in mind. Wash gathers up the wrists of Dawson, lifting her arms high and drops to her knees, SLAMMING Charlie’s face into the thinly-covered plywood.
Scissored Facebuster (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJlzoMSSYfg )
Jasmine rolls to her booty, likewise spinning Dawson to her back, the blonde pinned between the extended stems of J-Dogg, thighs atop Dawson’s shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Charlie kicks free with a tick to spare, drawing a worried round of tentative applause from the FAWNatics.
Later…
Both fighters rise wearily from the deck, the match taking its toll on Badass and Sweetheart alike. But Jasmine holds an advantage in her position, gaining verticality behind the wobbly blonde.
She closes from Charlie’s blindside, Washington locking her arms inside Dawson’s then vaulting the smaller grappler up and over with a Tiger Suplex, Charlotte landing HARD on head and shoulders.
Tiger Suplex (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jN9wU7UXPM )
The bridging Jasmine keeps Dawson stacked, taut little ass cheeks pointed to the rafters for the…
ONE…
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THRNOO!
Charlie manages to kick out of her matchbook position and slop to her chest while a frustrated J-Dogg slaps the canvas. A recovering Sanders barks orders from the sidelines and a nodding Washington pushes up while Charlie shoves the canvas to make her hands and knees.
Mounting the blonde, Jasmine drops her backyard into Dawson’s lower spine, flattening her foe back to the mat.
Later…
The crowd groans in worry with a splayed Dawson on the canvas several steps from the Hot&Bothered corner, where Jasmine rises to the top. She sets herself for an aerial assault while Kylie reaches to tag her partner’s bum before Wash straightens for launching.
Leaping into her signature Jazzy Jump, J-Dogg twists toward a spectacular splash across the ivory-skinned tummy of the blonde in a possible prelude to the end.
Jazzy Jump (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gsrsTapBrt0 )
But as the African-American grappler plummets toward gutting the Sweetheart, Charlie barrel rolls toward the corner, leaving nothing but canvas-covered expanse for Washington to SLAM into, Jasmine bouncing several inches off the mat from the ring-rattling impact.
With J-Dogg curling into a chest-embracing ball, Dawson pushes to her feet, unaware the legal Hawkeye is entering the ring a few steps away. Or so it seems. Reading Skye’s eyes from the far corner, the blonde shoots a side kick blindly behind her and catches Kylie flush in the belly, doubling over the platinum blonde.
Tugging Sanders into a front facelock, Charlie RIPS Kylie to the deck with a spinning neckbreaker, THUMPING Vanilla Chill into the mat in violent fashion.
Spinning Neckbreaker (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lRnG-7LF_lc ) @ 00:13
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The diminutive Charlie is between Hot and Bothered, a hand sunk into platinum bob on one side and shoulder-length ebony locks on the other. She draws back both coconuts of her foes, ready to force a meeting of the minds, Kylie’s and Jasmine’s eyes going wide with worry.
But when Dawson tries to slam skulls, Vanilla Chill and J-Dogg each lift a right leg and place it into the chest of their teammate, acting as a bumper, preventing the noggin knock. Turning defense to offense, Ky and Wash lower their stems, each snatching a handful of Charlie’s golden strands, ready to affect some double-team damage.
From behind, a speeding Skye NAILS Jasmine in the back with a dropkick. J-Dogg lurches forward, crashing into Kylie, chest to chest. With the momentum provided by Mitchell, both Hot and Bothered stagger to their corner where Kylie is incidentally and accidentally splashed by her African-American teammate.
The impact forces the breath from the elfin blonde and she drops to her backside, legs parted and extended. Jasmine bounces a step away from the collision then, to Ky’s great misfortune, takes a header, SLAMMING the crown of her skull into Ky’s crotch.
Her kitty throbbing, Kylie’s face is etched in pain and surprise, the dazed Jasmine’s features still resting in Sanders’ privates, drawing a round of appreciative hoots from former members of the Corps.
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With the match getting away from the ref, he pleads with Skylar to vacate but America’s Sweethearts are too energized by the recent turn of events. While Charlie ‘assists’ a wobbly Jasmine to vertical, moving Washington to the middle of the ring, the Lil’est Mitchell tugs a mewling Sanders up, Kylie still hunched from the low blow inflicted.
The Sweethearts, closing in on their third tourney win, grab their foes by a wrist, Skye aiming Kylie at Jasmine and vice versa. Charlie and Skylar Irish Whip their foes for another collision, but the H&B partners avoid the head-on and lock elbows to spin in simultaneous 180s.
Zooming out of the do-si-so, Kylie spears the HOLY HELL out of the startled Skye and Jasmine nearly decapitates the wide-eyed Charlie with a clothesline from the vicinity of hell. While Dawson is sent through a violent spin cycle that sees her back flip to a chest-first collision, Skye gets plowed into the canvas with a tackle worthy of a Hawkeye linebacker.
Later…
Determined to reclaim something approaching order, the zebra rolls the semiconscious Charlie out under the bottom rope to the loud complaint of J-Dogg.
“Only Da Man could fuck things up like this,” Washington objects. “She’s legal for those losers.”
“Uhh…ummm,” the official stammers. “This is FAWN. Deal with it.”
Kylie seems more than prepared to do so. Not realizing Mitchell would be baptized legitimate by the ref, the platinum blonde had already passed on a pin but has the moaning Skylar bullied into the H&B corner.
Dipping, Ky slides her head between Mitchell’s quaking stems. Sanders’ arms wrap around her foe’s thighs and the FAWN original lifts Skye off her feet. The platinum blonde pugilist turns and walks a squirming Skye to center stage then drops to her back side to PLANT the brunette’s face and chest into the deck with the Iowa Waterwheel.
Iowa Waterwheel (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L78bbjcEtWw )
A dazed Skye, perhaps sensing and correctly so, Kylie would be going for her Farmhand hammy clamp, lolls to her back. A frustrated Sanders leaps above the splayed brunette and mushroom stomps Mitchell’s modest chest as retaliation then grinds her soles into the tender flesh, the thin sheen of spandex not providing much protection.
Later…
Kylie dips and scoops a rubber-legged Skylar off the canvas, shifting her into a fireman’s carry. Instead of taking Mitchell to Chilly Valley, the platinum blonde pixie starts to turn, quickly gaining speed. As she does, Skye’s arms and legs extend from the centrifugal force, the Lil’est Mitchell becoming the propeller on Kylie’s Airplane Spin.
A revolving Sanders whips through pirouette after pirouette, getting to a full ten-spot before sending Skye flying off her shoulders, Mitchell adding another half-turn unaided by the FAWN original before crashing to the canvas.
Kylie steadies herself, Vanilla in recovery mode for a moment. She rattles her braincase to clear the vertigo. Sanders calls for an ovation from the crowd, but instead receives a growing chant of “TROLL…TROLL.” A furious Kylie screams at the assembled to shut up, which draws only more volume, Ky covering her ears and shaking her head in exasperation.
Turning her attention back to a rising Skye, Kylie moves side by side with her bent foe, headed in the opposite direction, The Hawkeye sweeps her arms around the gulping tummy of the youngest of the Mitchell clan. Chill launches the diminutive brunette up in a front flip then DEPOSITS Skye nearly THROUGH the deck with her Child of the Corn (Gutwrench Driver)
Child of the Corn (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9UckX7ScRcY ).
As Mitchell faints into a lifeless sprawl, Kylie arrogantly leans her back into Skylar’s chest, raising her fingers as the official slaps the mat for the…
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
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Kylie looks at the official with disbelief in her hazel eyes. She raises her hands high and wide, turning quizzically to Jasmine who can only shrug in response.
“Fine,” Sanders replies, “time to bring the chill!”
Kylie hauls what’s left of Skylar to her feet, again slipping an arm obtrusively between the jellied legs of the Sweetheart. She forces Mitchell into another fireman’s carry, ready to send Skye to the Valley.
Chilly Valley Driver (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TlTK5q9vQzg ).
But the feisty Mitchell sparks to life, sending pumping elbows into Ky’s right temple, the fifth breaking Sanders’ grip. The blue-eyed brunette drops to the canvas behind the Hawkeye.
Kylie spins to face the irksome Skylar when Mitchell, already airborne, reaches her right arm around the neck of the elfin blonde. Skye uses gravity to RIP Sanders off her feet and PLANT her foe’s face into the canvas-covered plywood with a modified Tobacco Road that rocks the ring, Kylie and the crowd, the match turned on a dime in the underdogs’ favor.
Modified Tobacco Road (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U2tn1-20BAc ) @ 00:07
Ky pops into a barrel roll from the force of the blow, ending on her back in a motionless spreadeagle. Supremely aware of her surroundings, Skye dives atop the demolished Sanders for the…
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THRENOOO!
It’s not Kylie’s unmatched ability to recover that saves her this time. Instead, Jasmine scrambles through the cables and dives to break up the count to prevent her team’s elimination.
As Skye’s spine arches in pain from the axhandle blow thumped into the small of her back, her partner is quick to play cavalry. Dawson enters and brawls with the risen Washington, the smaller blonde forcing J-Dogg onto her back foot with relentless fisticuffs before backing Wash up several steps with a landed haymaker.
With room to maneuver, Charlie rushes Jasmine and leaps, legs extended. The stems wrap around the noggin of Hotlanta’s Badass and the Sweetheart tilt-a-whirls the Dogg clean over the top rope, Jazzy spilling to the apron then plopping to the floor. The agitated blonde leaps through the strands to stay after Washington.
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Having pushed up on her palms, a bewildered Kylie butt-scoots to the corner behind her. Reaching it, she plops her back and bobbling head against the lower buckles, ivory legs extended in front of her.
A pissed Skye, upset she’s had her pinfall stolen, is only a step behind. She turns her back and, more importantly, backside to Sanders’ mug and stuffs her ass into Kylie’s face, plunging the Hawkeye into darkness courtesy of Mitchell’s Kiss My Grits stinkface.
Ky’s hands press against Skylar’s hips but can’t budge the snarly Sweetheart as the brunette swabs Kylie’s features with the thin purple spandex covering her derriere. Having enjoyed a half-dozen seconds of Mitchell retribution on the platinum blonde, Skye pulls her cheeks off the greasy face of a sputtering Sanders and steps back to set herself.
As Kylie slowly uses the ropes behind her to climb to vertical, the Lil’est Mitchell taps her left boot into the canvas, loading it, the crowd moving to the edge of their seat in anticipation and, when a woozy Ky takes a couple steps toward her, Skylar brings Greetings from Charlotte.
Skye’s superkick CRAAACKS into Kylie’s chin, jaw-jacking the blonde to the canvas like she’s been shot. The back of Sanders’ skull THUNKS into the deck only doubling the force of the concussive blow.
Mitchell collects her balance after the lightning-like kick and drops across the unconscious Chill in a lateral press. With the remaining two combatants on the outside, the boot proves to be a greeting and a good-bye as Hot&Bothered exits the tourney with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEEE!!!!
Pushing off Sanders at the sound of the bell, Skye flies to her feet, ecstatic. The happiness only grows when she’s joined by Charlie, who has left Jasmine leaning against the steel barricade next to the front row, looking much the worse for their encounter.
America’s Sweethearts embrace as the announcer confirms what seemed highly improbable at the start of the night; the team of Skye and Charlie are riding a three-match tourney win streak and are officially in the Final Four for the 2017 Queens of the Ring throne.