Post by bigfan on Feb 5, 2018 22:27:24 GMT
Tonight’s carnage and mayhem (lowercase ‘M’, the capital ‘M’ was still four months away) had managed to stoke the FAWNatics’ passions to a near fever pitch. With only a handful of matches left to go on the card, the fans might soon be in danger of losing their voice, but still it’s a steady roar as the announcer steps to the fore. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he says, “the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall…”
“ONE FALL!” shouts one drunken, front row yutz.
“… with a 30 minute time limit,” the announcer continues, unfazed. “And it is for the FAWN Lightweight championship!”
That previously mentioned “steady roar” spikes in anticipation.
“Introducing first,” the man in the suit continues, “the challenger. Hailing from Tempe, Arizona… She stands five feet three inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and twenty-two pounds… Ladies and gentlemen, she is the Nubile Navajo… NYYYYYSSSSSSSSA BLLLOOOOOOODDDDWWWWIIIIINNNNNNNDDD!”
”TESTIFY”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q3dvbM6Pias
NYSSA BLOODWIND:
The murmur of the crowd is interrupted by the first note of Rage Against the Machine. But instead of the elder Bloodwind's ‘Killing in the Name‘, the speakers blare the defiant chords of ‘Testify‘. An instant later and Nyssa pushes the curtains aside, bursting out onto the aisle, the fans bursting into a RESOUNDING ovation for the talented, and DEARLY missed, lightweight. The pedigree is no doubt responsible for part of her reception, but there is little denying that the tyro’s choice of ring gear also wins her a fair few whistles. The raven-haired beauty stands clad in a faux deerskin halter, the shoulder straps eventually becoming two thin strings that crisscross her otherwise bare back. She also wears matching bikini bottoms, augmented by for lack of a better term a "half loin cloth" that descends to mid-thigh in the front, and that fails to obscure the view of her exquisite derriere in the back. Ugg boots molded to resemble moccasins complete the ensemble.
Buoyed by the support of the FAWNatics, a beaming Nyssa makes her way down the aisle, slapping hands along the guardrail, and doing her absolute best not to miss a single palm. Finally reaching the ring steps, Bloodwind takes them nearly two at a time, eager to get in the ring. Stopping just long enough to wipe her boots on the apron, the Nubile Navajo slips through the ropes and makes a beeline for the nearest corner. Nyssa bounds onto the middle rope, pumping a fist in the air, drawing another loud roar of support from the crowd in response.
And that roar gets louder still, when the Nubile Navajo runs her hands across her waist, where the FAWN Lightweight title would soon reside for a record THIRD time…
The diminutive roadblock to Bloodwind’s triumphant return to prominence waits impatiently behind the curtain, Nyssa having stolen much of the pre-match talk with her impressive impeachment of the Trump totem Polly Lockwood.
Ready to bring the FAWnatics and the squaw back to reality, the former gymnast and Pac Rim beauty pushes through the curtains as Lady Gaga’s ‘Applause’ echoes throughout the arena, the assembled giving Daly anything but what she craves.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pco91kroVgQ )
Dominique Daly:
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Bouncing out to center stage, the multitude’s volume grows as the hate of the veteran gold-holder impresses even the Mighty Mite. The Pac Rim beauty revels in their disdain, knowing the fans’ animosity is fueled by their jealousy of her unrivalled athletic excellence and wrestling brilliance.
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, FAWN’s lightweight title belt.
Dominique is mesmerized as she gazes down at the symbol of her division’s top spot. She unbuckles the strap and raises it high, the revulsion only increasing in loudness. Tenderly, 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 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 accompanies her journey from one end of the ramp to the other.
When the lights regain their equilibrium Daly is on the outside of the top turnbuckle opposite Nyssa.
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.
“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 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, snickering as the FAWNatics try to drown her in jeers. “Since Bunny learned she wants none of this.”
Daly runs her free hand down the spandex-sheathed course of her chiseled beauty.
“And scrambled down the rabbit hole, never to be heard from again.”
Domi turns her gaze directly at Bloodwind.
“They came up with a woman who doesn’t seem to understand FAWN’s moved on to badder and better. You had your day. But honey, have someone send you a smoke signal, I’m too damn hot for the likes of you.”
Ignoring the loathing 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 least.
Turning, the champ settles into an expectant crouch, waiting for the bell.
Neither woman has to wait very long for that sound, and neither woman hesitates from departing her corner, champion and challenger cutting down the distance between them in ever decreasing circles. Finally, nearly dead center in the middle of the ring, Domi and Nyssa lunge toward one another…
… but the Nubile Navajo ducks underneath the ex-gymnast’s arms, shuffling to the side and allowing the Pac Rim brunette to stumble by her. Bloodwind whips around in an instant, nuzzling in against Daly’s back and wrapping her arms around her opponent’s waist. Taking advantage of the Mighty Mite’s own momentum, Nyssa’s legs drive both women toward the ropes, and when the cables push back against Daly’s belly and bosom, Nyssa rolls with it—quite literally, dropping to the canvas and pulling Dominique down with her, leaving the Lightweight champion’s shoulder’s flat against the mat, with the Nubile Navajo sitting atop her thighs…
O’CONNOR ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mliTE5ym-wA
ONE…
TWO…
THREE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
History made in a heartbeat???
Domi kicks free, sending Nyssa tumbling to her knees a few feet away. But she does so with so little space separating the canvas from the official’s palm, Navajo Nation is ready to erupt. And even the Mighty Mite casts fearful eyes in the referee’s direction once she rolls through her kickout, Daly looking ready to plead her case in the event of a title change…
… but to the fans’ distress, and to Dominique Daly’s immeasurably relief, he holds up only TWO fingers.
That relief turns to indignation, however, when a smirking Nyssa chides her from one knee, “Well, I think we can see who wants it more tonight...”
Many of those close enough to the ring to have heard the Nubile Navajo’s observation gasp, even without any desire to avenge the Pac Rim brunette’s honor. At least one FAWNatic utters the words on many a mind. “Oh NO, she di’n’t!!!”
Oh yes. Yes, she did.
Eyes narrowing in rage, the Mighty Mite charges toward her challenger… and, again, Nyssa evades, this time tangling up Daly’s feet with her own, and dropping the would-be Olympic hero to the canvas with a drop toehold. Fortunately for Domi, she manages to bring her hands down in front of her enough to spare her a potentially face-realigning impact with the mat, but before the exotic brunette can do anything else, Bloodwind jumps from her foe’s feet to up off to Daly’s left shoulder, slapping on a tight side headlock.
Regardless of the Nubile Navajo’s nimble displays so far, it’s clear that Nyssa is under no illusion as to who the quickest woman in this match likely is. Even the incomparable Sensational One had once struggled to keep up with the former gymnast, so having used her agility to get an upper hand, Bloodwind now griiiinds her opponent’s skull between her bicep and flank…
… that is, until Daly gets an arm laced around Nyssa’s waist. At that point, the Mighty Mite rolls to her back, taking the Nubile Navajo with her, leaving Bloodwind ass over teakettle, her legs bicycling in the air above her, stacked up on her shoulders. For the second time tonight, the ref swoops into position, slapping off the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Bloodwind bucks loose, with only a fraction more space to spare than the champion had just moments ago.
In spite of the closeness of the count, there’s no argument about this one as both Domi and Nyssa scramble to their feet. The Nubile Navajo promptly lands a blistering chop to Daly’s chest, and the FAWNatics don’t miss their cue, shouting out a “WHOOOOO!!!!!!!” as the Mighty Mite grimaces and draws her arms up into an ‘X’ in front of her chest. Bloodwind gives her head a slight shake as she takes hold of one of the ex-gymnast’s wrists, sets her feet, and starts to usher the sinewy brunette on her way with an Irish whip.
Instead, Domi digs in her heels and reverses, launching the challenger toward the cables.
Of course, you don’t get to be a two-time Lightweight champion with a shot at a historic third reign by not being able to keep your wits about you. And as the Nubile Navajo hurtles toward the ropes, she knows exactly what to do. Jumping rather than turning, Bloodwind lands on the middle cable, her Uggs settling down for only an instant before she propels herself backward, connecting with Dominique’s chest for a second time in swift succession—this time with an elbow.
SPRINGBOARD BACK ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hxcJstXapSA
Nyssa pops back to her feet swiftly. Dominique, not so much, thanks in no small part to the back of her skull smacking harshly off the thinly padded plywood. Flush with her early match success and feeling herself just a little bit, the Nubile Navajo plays a little to Navajo Nation with a fleeting shimmy of her hips, earning herself a lustful roar from the FAWNatics before she turns her attention back to the business at hand. Taking the smallest of steps backward, Bloodwind then changes course, first forward and then UP, flying and twisting through the air with a grace and beauty befitting of the US Olympic Gymnastics trials. However, where grace and beauty might be the important thing in THAT environment, here what matters considerably more is the impact. And judging by the loud gust of breath knocked out of Daly’s lungs when Bloodwind’s midsection ‘THWAP’s down across hers, Nyssa’s standing shooting star press warrants high 9’s from the judges…
… perhaps even Polly Lockwood’s bosom buddy, the Russian judge.
STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MzHpR8zFQZ4
Rolling off the reigning and defending Lightweight champion to a sitting position, Nyssa’s right leg spills across Daly’s left thigh—which, as it happens, is perfectly by design. Folding that leg around her calf, the Nubile Navajo presses Daly’s foot up against the pit of her knee, before folding the Pac Rim brunette’s right leg up to hold that tootsie in place. With Nyssa’s left boot pressing into Domi’s shin and keeping her legs tied up in place, Bloodwind brings her right Ugg to the Mighty Mite’s right knee, and begins to push with all her strength. As flexible as her gymnastics background might make her, the ligaments and tendons of Dominique’s knees only had but so much give in them, and her opponent’s Indian Deathlock soon prompts the brunette to plunge her hands into her hair as her features twist into a mask of agony, Daly biting her bottom lip to, at the very least, deny her tormentor the satisfaction of making her scream.
That doesn’t appear to bother Nyssa at all, however. In fact, after a few moments, the Nubile Navajo appears content to abandon the quest to make the Mighty Mite submit altogether. Leaning forward, Bloodwind climbs over Domi’s upper body, then slumps to let her left cheek, her chest, and her elbows rest against the canvas. Bloodwind’s left leg, however, remains entwined with Daly’s twisted stems, and when the Nubile Navajo rolls over her foe, that leg pulls Dominique’s taut tush up toward the arena lights, the Lightweight champion’s shoulders flat against the mat…
INDIAN DEATHLOCK INTO PIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3AH_iNVq1U
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
The Mighty Mite kicks free.
Managing to slip her muscular, if abbreviated legs loose from those of the challenger, Domi’s flops to her side to the audible disappointment of the crowd. Taking the sound as proof she hadn’t kept Daly’s shoulders matbound long enough, Bloodwind doesn’t bother beseeching the official.
When the Pac Rim beauty from Portland rolls to a seat on the canvas, the raven-haired Navajo scrambles toward her from the champ’s blindspot. Nyssa snags both wrists on the limp arms of the former gymnast and settles on one knee, stuffing the raised one into the notch between Daly’s shoulderblades. Surfboard applied, Bloodwind tries to force a submission from the titleholder as she threatens to remove the ponytailed brunette’s arms from her sockets by deed rather than word.
Surfboard Stretch (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HtAEn4oQQzY )
“Ask her,” Nyssa demands. But before the zebra is able, Dominique presses her soles to the canvas and pushes backward into the Native American, using her foe’s body to reach vertical, Bloodwind ascending with her opponent.
Having taken the juice out of the maneuver by reaching her feet, Domi shifts her head back, hoping to butt Nyssa in the chin, but the challenger is able to keep out of range. Giving up her grips on Daly’s arms, Bloodwind tempts the champ to turn and retaliate and the Mite falls into the Navajo’s trap, spinning into a blistering knife-edge chop that elicits the requisite ‘WOOO’ from the assembled and puts the spandex-clad champion on her heels, lids clenched in pain.
Daly’s sinewy arms pinwheel after another CRAAACK across her chest and a third sends her backpedaling into a corner, Nyssa following behind, keeping her body at the perfect angle to follow-up with another and another, the chops coming at a scorching pace until Daly drops to her taut backside to protect herself, lowering out of the line of fire.
But when Nyssa turns her back and, more specifically, backside to the champ, it’s clear Domi hasn’t succeeded in removing herself from every attack. The Nubile Navajo STUFFS her flawless derriere into Domi’s mug, the former gymnast’s nose pushing against the thin sheath of faux deerskin covering the crease in Bloodwind’s behind. Domi’s palms press against the golden thighs of the Native grappler, trying unsuccessfully to push her challenger off, but it proves fruitless and the only circumstance saving the Mite from further humiliation at the hands and cheeks of the thrusting and grinding Nyssa is the official’s count reaching ‘FOUR’.
The snickering Arizonan uses her grips on the ropes either side of the buckles to launch her body off Dominique’s greasy face, Bloodwind landing several feet away with a Cheshire grin. Daly rubs some of the hothouse perspiration off her face, drops to a shoulder and rolls out of the ring. Landing on the arena floor, she angrily slaps the mat with both hands, furious at how she’d been treated, not to mention she doesn’t have her fellow Mite, Janel Manning, to talk strategy on the sidelines, the Golden Mite and Juliet Bloodwind banned from ringside to keep the title tilt a fair-and-square, one-on-one affair.
A beaming Nyssa motions Domi in with a flex of her upturned right palm. Daly sneers at the challenger while talking to the ref.
“Keep her back. I know better than anyone what she and her sister will do,” Daly demands.
A flashing step forward from Nyssa sends the Mite backtracking to the metal barricade behind her, Domi screaming at the striped-shirt. “SEE!”
The ref kindly asks Bloodwind to move to the center so the match can get back underway and the Nubile Navajo shrugs with a guilty grin and accedes to the man’s request. Daly moves quickly, surging to the apron, sliding in, and hopping to her feet.
The challenger doesn’t wait an instant in bringing the battle back to Daly, cornering Domi and charging boldly, only to be met with a stubby but forceful toe kick to the tummy. Reaching to the doubled Nyssa, Domi scrapes some of the tape on her wrist across Bloodwind’s dark peepers and suddenly the challenger is yelping in pain, turning to make some room between herself and the champion.
As the blinded Navajo staggers in retreat, it’s like Daly is shot out of a cannon to chase her down. Leaping in from behind, Dominique wraps an arm around the throat of Bloodwind and tugs her to a ring-rattling collision with the canvas with her Mitey Crash.
Mitey Crash (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOYLrSI0K7U )
Not hesitating, the champ climbs atop the splayed and sputtering Nyssa in a crossbody pin. The FAWNatics groan as Daly hooks the near leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Nyssa shoots a shoulder up, buoying the crowd’s spirit, and saving her chance to become FAWN’s first three-time, three-time, three-time lightweight champion.
What it doesn’t do is halt Daly’s comeback. As Bloodwind struggles to push to vertical, Domi kips to her feet and instantly turns on the balls of her chalked soles. She sprints to the cables and throws her hardbody frame into the rubber-coated steel strands. Rebounding out of the cables at full speed, the Mighty Mite races toward the Navajo warrior. As Dominique reaches the raven-tressed challenger, she vaults in a front flip over the still dazed Native American, grasping Nyssa’s braincase as she flies over.
Ripping Bloodwind off her feet, Domi SPIKES the crown of her foe’s skull into the deck as she lands safely on her back, having taken control with a brutally efficient Front Flip DDT.
Front Flip DDT (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TPVGZq4iNxU&feature=related )
The impact sends a glassy-eyed Nyssa up to her knees, but it takes only a split-second for the demolished challenger to keel over to her right shoulder before spreading out in a wide starfish. Domi dives atop her rival in a schoolgirl pin, Bloodwind’s chin tucked tightly into the juncture of Daly’s muscular thighs, Domi’s shins atop Nyssa’s straining biceps for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The Navajo grappler’s legs and torso thrust upward, possibly on reflex alone, and send the diminutive Daly somersaulting over Nyssa’s head, allowing Bloodwind to raise her shoulders off the canvas.
Using the momentum to pop to her bare tootsies, the champ immediately leaps to the middle rope in front of her. Simultaneously grasping the top cable, Domi vaults into a flawless backflip, her chiseled tummy CRASHING against the flat golden belly of the Nubile Navajo with her Mitey-sault.
Mitey-sault (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UD08KkYy5F8 )
Dark eyes bulging after the impact, Nyssa’s body jackknifes around the former gymnast. But as the reeling Bloodwind gasps for breath and hugs her gutted abdomen, Daly is hopping up from her haunches next to the challenger and speeding to the nearest set of buckles instead of going for the pin.
The FAWNatics are already warning Nyssa with their worried shouts as Daly effortlessly finds her penthouse perch and targets the Navajo warrior. Propelling herself into the stratosphere, the Pac Rim beauty seems to scrape the rafters and, at her zenith, collapses into a tight tuck then explodes outward, her arms and legs shooting wide as she plummets toward a devastating frog splash.
Alas, their warnings go for naught, Nyssa proving either oblivious to the danger she was in following the Mitey-sault, or simply unable to take evasive action. Whatever the explanation, the result is the same: for the second time in mere seconds, Dominique’s washboard midsection SLAMS down across Bloodwind’s yielding belly, the Nubile Navajo’s eyes seeming to double in size as she folds up against her attacker’s body. The impact launches Daly up to her knees for a moment, the exotic brunette dropping one arm across her own tummy, her landing taking a little out of herself as well—but not nearly as much as it does out of Nyssa, the Native American beauty’s eyes rolling back in her head, and a shuddering groan escaping her limps as she slumps back to the deck.
The Pac Rim (sadistic) pixie drops forward, collapsing across her prey, reaching to hook a leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THREENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Several members of Navajo Nation let out a deflated groan, but it turns out those fans have given up on their heroine juuuuuuust a tiny bit too soon, the official rising to his knees and holding up TWO fingers, rather than three. Domi rises to her knees as well, a bit TOO frustrated for words, her eyes narrowing into vengeful slits as she glares at those two extended digits. Meanwhile, a mewling Nyssa Bloodwind manages to roll herself to her belly between these two kneeling figures, instinct compelling her to deny Daly the opportunity for a quick follow-up cover.
After taking a moment to answer the arbiter’s two raised fingers with one of her own (you can probably guess which), the would-be Olympic heroine glances down at her glistening, gasping adversary, the Nubile Navajo valiantly attempting to push up to her hands and knees but failing to even get her tummy more than an inch or two off the mat. Directing her anger back toward her opponent, the raven haired ex-gymnast climbs into a straddle of Bloodwind, Daly caboose resting against the small of the Navajo warrior’s back for but a moment. Then, leaning forward, Dominique gathers up the challenger’s arms. Sinking back into her saddle, Daly works Nyssa’s arms up and across her thighs, the Nubile Navajo’s upper body peeled off the mat in the process.
Domi then slips her hands underneath Nyssa’s jaw, a cruel smirk forming on her lips as she starts cranking backward, working a vicious camel clutch.
“Gyyyyyynnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!” Bloodwind moans through clenched teeth, eyes sealed shut, the hands that keep her mouth equally closed doing little to lessen the volume of the Navajo beauty’s cries.
“What do you say, Nyssa?” the ref asks.
She shakes her head, at least as much as she can, adding a “Nnnnngggghhhhhhhh!!!!” that MIGHT very well have been intended as a refusal.
Above the suffering Native American warrior, Domi “tsk tsk”s her challenger. “So negative,” the Pac Rim brunette vindictively teases. “Where’s that ‘can do!’ spirit?”
Rather than wait for an answer, Domi leeeeeeeeeeeeeeans back, using her gymnast’s flexibility to add a new dimension of agony to her camel clutch, the champ’s arched spine forcing an even more unnatural bend into the Nubile Navajo’s. Nyssa’s Uggs drum the mat with increased urgency, but still, the challenger refuses to tap…
… but, as much as Dominique’s savage twist on the camel clutch ratchets up the pressure on Bloodwind’s spine, the shift in Daly’s weight also gives the resourceful Native American an opening. With her arms already draped across the former gymnast’s thighs, Nyssa wraps them tight as she manages to work her way up to her knees. After a bit more of a struggle, the (ever so slightly) bigger brunette fights her way further up, making it to her feet with the Pac Rim beauty clinging tightly to her back.
While Nyssa attempts to use her hold on Domi’s powerful gams to keep the champ from applying a bodyscissors, Daly trades in the chinlock portion of her camel clutch for a sleeper! Immediately, the Nubile Navajo can feel a dam forming in her carotid, and she knows it wouldn’t take long for her opponent’s arms to send her off to Dreamland. So Nyssa does the easiest thing she can do: she throws it into full reverse, half backpedaling and half stumbling toward the near corner, until Dominique Daly finds herself the sinewy meat in a sandwich created by Bloodwind’s back and the padded turnbuckles.
The noose falls away from Nyssa’s neck, and she can feel the former Olympic hopeful’s legs loosen around her waist. Releasing Domi’s thighs, the Nubile Navajo shuffles to the side, reaching over her shoulder to claim hold of her rival’s noggin before bringing Daly out of the corner with a snapmare. As the champ’s backside lands with a spine-adjusting thud, Bloodwind slips through the ropes and out to the apron. Doing her best to ignore her fatigue, she begins to climb her way toward the top turnbuckle.
Her ascent is labored, and many a member of Navajo Nation are alarmed to see Dominique Daly already struggling back toward verticality. Nyssa sees it, too, though she doesn’t share their concern. Having Domi on her feet by the time she’s ready to jump would make it that much easier for the Nubile Navajo to land her tomahawk chop…
… but BEFORE she can jump, the would-be Olympic heroine lunges toward the ropes, SLAMMING both palms into top strand. The resulting shockwave runs the length of the cable, the vibration proving too much for Bloodwind’s balance, and her feet slip out from underneath her. As labored as Nyssa’s ascent might have been, her descent is swift and comes to a world-shattering halt, when her crotch SLAMS into the steel connecting the padded turnbuckle to the ringpost, the Nubile Navajo’s jaw falling slack in a silent scream.
Content that her opponent isn’t going anywhere quickly, Domi takes her time in approaching the corner, availing herself of the opportunity to replenish some of the air that Nyssa had crushed out of her just a moment ago. Reaching her destination, the Mighty Mite climbs the corner herself from inside the ring, in front of the mewling Bloodwind. Reaching the top rope, Daly makes good use of her refined balance skills as she slips her opponent’s nearly limp left arm across her neck while lacing her own left arm around Nyssa’s. Then, claiming a handful of faux buckskin, Domi pulls the Nubile Navajo up from her agonizing perch, forcing Nyssa’s leaden legs to climb, so that she likewise joins the Lightweight champion standing on the top rope.
Then, popping her hips, Domi Daly hoists the challenger into the air, falling back to DRIVE the Nubile Navajo into the canvas with a stunning superplex!
SUPERPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=covCLXFDVKg
Daly might not be known for power, but the impact of this maneuver is instantly obvious, a vacant-eyed Bloodwind shooting up to a seated position, shoulders sagging, her head promptly drooping toward her chest. It’s a position that Nyssa hold for what feels like half an hour, though in reality is probably closer to three seconds, before she slumps backward, coming to rest in a spasming heap of buckskin and sweaty flesh. But Dominique doesn’t emerge from the superplex unscathed, the Mighty Mite groaning, bringing a hand to the small of her back as she rolls to one hip, arching her spine to alleviate some of the sting…
“Get… get on her…” Daly mumbles, to no one but herself as she rolls over and scampers to the splattered challenger. Gathering both of her foe’s legs, Domi’s back turns to press against Nyssa’s tummy as she covers the Native American warrior for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Incredibly, Nyssa throws up a shoulder.
Nyssa rolls to her chest to prevent another pinning attempt and Daly climbs atop her to make sure she’s no longer mobile. The former gymnast turns to find the official, blistering him with some blue language about his slow count, assuring the man there was no way in Orlando Bloodwind could’ve survived that ride and escaped.
The ref confirms Nyssa saved herself in time, but Daly’s already moved on, slipping a leg beneath the twisting Native American grappler. She clamps her other muscular stem atop and cinches in a body scissors, digging it into the flat tummy of the challenger. Daly wriggles her flexing lower limbs up Nyssa’s frame so she can reach Bloodwind’s head with her arms. The Lightweight Champion straps her guns around the noggin of her foe in a nasty crossface grip, securing the rest of her signature Pummel Horse.
Wrenching the groaning Bloodwind’s braincase while trying to cut her in two below with the ab crunching scissors, a growly Domi seems content to wear Bloodwind down until she’s left a limp dishrag in her limbs, but Nyssa continues to fight. While her limbs flail wildly and can find little to do, the challenger manages to roll her foe in a quarter-turn and put Domi’s shoulders on the canvas, the Native American piled on top, even if under Daly’s control.
The ref is quickly on the canvas slapping for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Dominique nearly makes a fatal mistake, waiting beyond the last second to give up her hold and push out from under the two-time former light titleholder. This time the Rip City rapscallion finds the official to be a fair and just arbiter with his two-count, nodding at the man in agreement after scrambling to her feet. The champ moves to the ebony-maned challenger, Nyssa having made it up to one knee. Domi sinks her nails into the charcoal locks of her foe to pull her up but Nyssa brings a feisty elbow with her, driving it into Domi’s chiseled abs.
Daly simply snickers at the shot as it bounces off her steely tummy, but Bloodwind sends another and another. The third has Daly wincing and the fourth forces her to give up her grip. She shuffles behind Bloodwind and starts to secure a sleeper, but the Nubile Navajo reaches above and behind, slipping her arms around the back of Domi’s skull, clamping on. Nyssa drops to her backside and delivers a jarring jawbreaker that staggers the former gymnast.
Jawbreaker (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MWJNXko-pCk )
Bloodwind pops to her feet, seemingly reenergized. She snatches Domi’s left wrist and whips Daly toward a corner, or starts to, Daly reversing the throw and sending Nyssa off instead. Domi follows her foe toward the buckles, her almond-shaped eyes drawn wide when Nyssa leaps into the middle cables and vaults toward the charging champ, flattening her with a Diving Crossbody.
Diving Crossbody (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-fVba8BTGqs )
Ending perpendicular to the Mite’s chest, Bloodwind secures both of the sinewy stems of her foe and folds Daly into a matchbook for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Domi thrusts her pelvis, breaking the ‘book’ and lifting her shoulders off the canvas. Both women clamber to their feet, but one has no covering on those tootsies and Bloodwind takes advantage, stomping the right set of toes of the Mite. Her foe momentarily hobbled, Nyssa again snatches a wrist but this time she brings the grimacing Daly toward her and nearly decapitates Daly with a Shortarm Clothesline that sends the diminutive hardbody through the spin cycle, Domi flipping through a twisting 270 degrees to end face and chest down. The stubborn Dominique tries to push up and gets to hands and knees before dropping back to the deck.
“Let me help you,” Bloodwind offers, wrapping her hands around the head of the near Olympian.
She tugs the rubber-legged Daly up and stuffs Domi’s head between her thighs, tightening in a standing head scissors. Nyssa envelops the champ’s midriff with her arms and launches Daly in a front flip onto her right shoulder, Domi facing the rafters. With the FAWNatics roaring in wonderment about what the challenger has in mind and how she’ll carry it out, Nyssa pops Daly off her shoulder and into a half-roll then snatches Dominique’s head over her right shoulder and delivers the most brutal Navajo Cutter ever recorded!
Navajo Cutter (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rPRr5p8dHv0 ) @00:08
The face-first impact sends the semi-conscious Mite flopping to her back in a wide, motionless spreadeagle. So moved is she from the prefect execution of the supercharged signature, Bloodwind leaps to her feet and celebrates with the roaring crowd. After a few seconds, Nyssa turns and dives on the demolished Domi for a title-earning pin with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOOO!
Unwilling to be dethroned, the Mighty Mite somehow shifts a shoulder off the canvas an inch only a split-split-second before the third lightweight reign of the Nubile Navajo.
It’s Nyssa’s turn to gaze at the referee in disbelief, knowing she couldn’t have hit her Cutter any better, but she rapidly understands Domi is in no position to take another nuclear blast-level impact.
Nyssa slips a hand under either side of the demolished Domi, pulling her up to hands and knees then wraps Daly’s arms around the back of her legs. The Native American grappler reaches down Domi’s back to cross the Mite’s legs and snag a grip behind the bare lower foot of the former gymnast in order to lift and deliver an Indian Deathlock Piledriver that would put the lightweight gold around her waist.
Indian Deathlock Piledriver (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bXcN8fXiktE )
But before Nyssa can place Domi’s legs just so, the champ digs deep. Her arms already around Bloodwind’s thighs, cinch tight. Daly grunts as she straightens, somehow able to lift a startled Nyssa off her feet and send her tumbling over in a low-rise, back body drop.
The landing on the canvas draws a slight cringe from Bloodwind and she rolls to her feet. Nyssa’s several feet away from Daly, who’s headed in the opposite direction, and the spandex-sheathed lightweight champion manages to crawl to the ropes and slide under just ahead of a grasping Nyssa.
Domi’s bare soles land on the thinly padded cement and she slumps from the beating the challenger’s been laying. Noticing Daly’s back is turned, the aggressive Bloodwind turns and sprints to the opposite cables. She rebounds at full speed and dashes across the canvas, flinging her body between the top and middle ropes in a Suicide Dive whose name proves too apt for the countless members of Bloodwind’s tribe in the audience. Daly, perhaps baiting the challenger, perhaps hearing the footfalls of her foe and guessing, spins and leaps into a dropkick that catches Nyssa FLUSH on the jaw.
The rest of Bloodwind’s flight sees her more a Frisbee than an arrow and she lands with a heavy THUMP on the concrete.
Dominique uses the side of the ring to reach her haunches and she gazes at the broken Bloodwind, face down and unmoving. Knowing the clock is ticking toward a recovery, even from that fateful mistake, Domi crawls to the splayed Bloodwind and draws Nyssa up as she rises, no easy task with the state the Native American is in.
Daly’s able to lift the nearly deadweight to the mat and shove her foe into a roll under the ropes. The Pac Rim beauty climbs to the canvas and grasps the top rope. Doused in perspiration and sucking wind from the battle, Domi watches in amazement as the Navajo warrior pushes toward vertical before she can enter.
Changing on the fly, Daly pulls a leg that’s halfway in the ring back out. As a dazed Nyssa turns toward the former gymnast, Daly hops to the top strand and uses it as a springboard to fly toward the glassy-eyed Nubile One. She catches Bloodwind around the noggin as she zooms over a shoulder and PLANTS the Arizonan’s spine and the back of her cranium into the thinly-covered plywood with the back end of her Daly Double.
Daly Double (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8aGoxWk4MS0 )
Shunning the attempt to pin the splayed Nyssa, Daly grabs her foe’s left arm and leg and pulls the golden-skinned ragdoll to the perfect spot. Domi heads to the nearest set of buckles and leaps to the top.
With the crowd groaning, Daly, still facing the FAWNatics, vaults from her perch in a ceiling-scraping moonsault. As every fan knows, the ponytailed brunette flips an extra 90 degrees and BURIES her feet into the unguarded gut of the Native American. Impaled by the spear-like Sticking the Dismount finisher, Bloodwind jackknifes around the impact, dark eyes bugging, exhale bursting from between her lips.
As the challenger fades to the deck, Domi pops to a handstand next to the demolished Nubile Navajo then drops in a standard splash across the already blasted tummy, drawing another ‘V’ shape out of Bloodwind.
Nyssa’s not looking like any three-time lightweight charmer tonight as the Mighty Mite hooks her foe’s far leg for insurance. The fight driven from Nyssa, she doesn’t so much as flinch through the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
As the ref calls for the bell and the timekeeper obliges, Dominique releases the leg and rolls to her back, lounging atop the modest bosom of her rival. Spent, she remains there out of exhaustion rather than trying to embarrass her foe.
Realizing this, the ref gives Daly a little slack and recovery time. He moves to the ropes and accepts the lightweight gold then walks back to Domi and uses it as honey to entice the still panting Mite to rise.
The plan works perfectly, the shimmer of the faceplate drawing Daly to her feet, leaving the moaning Nyssa in her title-holding wake.
Domi lifts the belt high with one arm, beaming, if wearily.
The announcer makes it official.
“Your winner and STILL FAWN Lightweight Champion…Domi Daly!”
The former gymnast adds a second grip to her belt and, taking a chance to end in a flourish, front flips to a genuflection. She lands the effort perfectly and gets nothing but boos for her victory and celebratory acrobatics.
Frustrated and angered by the lack of applause, Daly sets her gold down and sprints to a rising Nyssa NAILING her with a knee to the chin that floors the failed challenger and leaves her in a unconscious starfish. Daly slides to a stop then moves to hover over Bloodwind.
“You cheer that piece of crap?!” she shouts as she sinks a set of nails into Bloodwind’s scalp to pull the head of the comatose Nyssa off the canvas. Daly yanks the ragdoll to her haunches, maintaining her grip in the ebony locks to keep Nyssa from collapsing; then pours kick after kick into Bloodwind’s chest.
Cheers erupt from the crowd and an incredulous Domi turns her attention to the throng.
“STILL, YOU’RE CHEERING HER?!”
Turned from the ramp, Domi doesn’t realize Bunny Cooper, in full ring regalia is sprinting toward the squared circle. The buxom blonde slides in, pops to her feet, and surrounds Domi’s tummy from behind with a pair of swaddling arms.
BUNNY COOPER:
Daly releases her grip on Nyssa, her eyes wide with fright when she hears a familiar voice growl “I’m Back” in her ear.
Domi bleats out a staccato burst of ‘no’s but that’s not in Bunny’s vocabulary at the moment and she launches Daly up and over with a perfect belly-to-back suplex that SLAMS the Mite’s vertebrae and the back of her skull into the canvas.
Not releasing, Bunny rolls to her feet and pulls a squirming Domi with her. She sends Daly into another forced partial backflip, again PLANTING Dominique into the canvas.
AND AGAIN, Suplex Machine 2.0 tugs a more pliant, flaccid Domi up. She spins the dazed Daly to face her and tugs the putty Domi’s become into a front facelock.
Bunny tosses Domi heavenward but stalls her at vertical, Daly’s chalked soles pointing to the rafters. She keeps the Mite overturned for ten, fifteen, TWENTY seconds, letting the blood pool in the rosy visage of the Mite before POUNDING her into the deck with the remainder of the suplex.
Daly lies in a motionless heap while a juiced Bunny hops to her feet, dips and scoops the lightweight belt off the deck, and moves to a standing straddle of what’s left of Domi.
She lifts the title overhead, spreading it between raised fists.
“At Heartbroken…THIS…IS…MINE!”
With the FAWNatics going apeshit, Bunny drops the belt on its semiconscious owner and heads over to check on Nyssa. She helps Bloodwind to her feet and together they exit, leaving the champion to waken and contemplate her next and perhaps biggest challenge.
“ONE FALL!” shouts one drunken, front row yutz.
“… with a 30 minute time limit,” the announcer continues, unfazed. “And it is for the FAWN Lightweight championship!”
That previously mentioned “steady roar” spikes in anticipation.
“Introducing first,” the man in the suit continues, “the challenger. Hailing from Tempe, Arizona… She stands five feet three inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and twenty-two pounds… Ladies and gentlemen, she is the Nubile Navajo… NYYYYYSSSSSSSSA BLLLOOOOOOODDDDWWWWIIIIINNNNNNNDDD!”
”TESTIFY”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q3dvbM6Pias
NYSSA BLOODWIND:
The murmur of the crowd is interrupted by the first note of Rage Against the Machine. But instead of the elder Bloodwind's ‘Killing in the Name‘, the speakers blare the defiant chords of ‘Testify‘. An instant later and Nyssa pushes the curtains aside, bursting out onto the aisle, the fans bursting into a RESOUNDING ovation for the talented, and DEARLY missed, lightweight. The pedigree is no doubt responsible for part of her reception, but there is little denying that the tyro’s choice of ring gear also wins her a fair few whistles. The raven-haired beauty stands clad in a faux deerskin halter, the shoulder straps eventually becoming two thin strings that crisscross her otherwise bare back. She also wears matching bikini bottoms, augmented by for lack of a better term a "half loin cloth" that descends to mid-thigh in the front, and that fails to obscure the view of her exquisite derriere in the back. Ugg boots molded to resemble moccasins complete the ensemble.
Buoyed by the support of the FAWNatics, a beaming Nyssa makes her way down the aisle, slapping hands along the guardrail, and doing her absolute best not to miss a single palm. Finally reaching the ring steps, Bloodwind takes them nearly two at a time, eager to get in the ring. Stopping just long enough to wipe her boots on the apron, the Nubile Navajo slips through the ropes and makes a beeline for the nearest corner. Nyssa bounds onto the middle rope, pumping a fist in the air, drawing another loud roar of support from the crowd in response.
And that roar gets louder still, when the Nubile Navajo runs her hands across her waist, where the FAWN Lightweight title would soon reside for a record THIRD time…
The diminutive roadblock to Bloodwind’s triumphant return to prominence waits impatiently behind the curtain, Nyssa having stolen much of the pre-match talk with her impressive impeachment of the Trump totem Polly Lockwood.
Ready to bring the FAWnatics and the squaw back to reality, the former gymnast and Pac Rim beauty pushes through the curtains as Lady Gaga’s ‘Applause’ echoes throughout the arena, the assembled giving Daly anything but what she craves.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pco91kroVgQ )
Dominique Daly:
Bouncing out to center stage, the multitude’s volume grows as the hate of the veteran gold-holder impresses even the Mighty Mite. The Pac Rim beauty revels in their disdain, knowing the fans’ animosity is fueled by their jealousy of her unrivalled athletic excellence and wrestling brilliance.
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, FAWN’s lightweight title belt.
Dominique is mesmerized as she gazes down at the symbol of her division’s top spot. She unbuckles the strap and raises it high, the revulsion only increasing in loudness. Tenderly, 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 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 accompanies her journey from one end of the ramp to the other.
When the lights regain their equilibrium Daly is on the outside of the top turnbuckle opposite Nyssa.
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.
“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 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, snickering as the FAWNatics try to drown her in jeers. “Since Bunny learned she wants none of this.”
Daly runs her free hand down the spandex-sheathed course of her chiseled beauty.
“And scrambled down the rabbit hole, never to be heard from again.”
Domi turns her gaze directly at Bloodwind.
“They came up with a woman who doesn’t seem to understand FAWN’s moved on to badder and better. You had your day. But honey, have someone send you a smoke signal, I’m too damn hot for the likes of you.”
Ignoring the loathing 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 least.
Turning, the champ settles into an expectant crouch, waiting for the bell.
Neither woman has to wait very long for that sound, and neither woman hesitates from departing her corner, champion and challenger cutting down the distance between them in ever decreasing circles. Finally, nearly dead center in the middle of the ring, Domi and Nyssa lunge toward one another…
… but the Nubile Navajo ducks underneath the ex-gymnast’s arms, shuffling to the side and allowing the Pac Rim brunette to stumble by her. Bloodwind whips around in an instant, nuzzling in against Daly’s back and wrapping her arms around her opponent’s waist. Taking advantage of the Mighty Mite’s own momentum, Nyssa’s legs drive both women toward the ropes, and when the cables push back against Daly’s belly and bosom, Nyssa rolls with it—quite literally, dropping to the canvas and pulling Dominique down with her, leaving the Lightweight champion’s shoulder’s flat against the mat, with the Nubile Navajo sitting atop her thighs…
O’CONNOR ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mliTE5ym-wA
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TWO…
THREE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
History made in a heartbeat???
Domi kicks free, sending Nyssa tumbling to her knees a few feet away. But she does so with so little space separating the canvas from the official’s palm, Navajo Nation is ready to erupt. And even the Mighty Mite casts fearful eyes in the referee’s direction once she rolls through her kickout, Daly looking ready to plead her case in the event of a title change…
… but to the fans’ distress, and to Dominique Daly’s immeasurably relief, he holds up only TWO fingers.
That relief turns to indignation, however, when a smirking Nyssa chides her from one knee, “Well, I think we can see who wants it more tonight...”
Many of those close enough to the ring to have heard the Nubile Navajo’s observation gasp, even without any desire to avenge the Pac Rim brunette’s honor. At least one FAWNatic utters the words on many a mind. “Oh NO, she di’n’t!!!”
Oh yes. Yes, she did.
Eyes narrowing in rage, the Mighty Mite charges toward her challenger… and, again, Nyssa evades, this time tangling up Daly’s feet with her own, and dropping the would-be Olympic hero to the canvas with a drop toehold. Fortunately for Domi, she manages to bring her hands down in front of her enough to spare her a potentially face-realigning impact with the mat, but before the exotic brunette can do anything else, Bloodwind jumps from her foe’s feet to up off to Daly’s left shoulder, slapping on a tight side headlock.
Regardless of the Nubile Navajo’s nimble displays so far, it’s clear that Nyssa is under no illusion as to who the quickest woman in this match likely is. Even the incomparable Sensational One had once struggled to keep up with the former gymnast, so having used her agility to get an upper hand, Bloodwind now griiiinds her opponent’s skull between her bicep and flank…
… that is, until Daly gets an arm laced around Nyssa’s waist. At that point, the Mighty Mite rolls to her back, taking the Nubile Navajo with her, leaving Bloodwind ass over teakettle, her legs bicycling in the air above her, stacked up on her shoulders. For the second time tonight, the ref swoops into position, slapping off the…
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TWO…
THREENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Bloodwind bucks loose, with only a fraction more space to spare than the champion had just moments ago.
In spite of the closeness of the count, there’s no argument about this one as both Domi and Nyssa scramble to their feet. The Nubile Navajo promptly lands a blistering chop to Daly’s chest, and the FAWNatics don’t miss their cue, shouting out a “WHOOOOO!!!!!!!” as the Mighty Mite grimaces and draws her arms up into an ‘X’ in front of her chest. Bloodwind gives her head a slight shake as she takes hold of one of the ex-gymnast’s wrists, sets her feet, and starts to usher the sinewy brunette on her way with an Irish whip.
Instead, Domi digs in her heels and reverses, launching the challenger toward the cables.
Of course, you don’t get to be a two-time Lightweight champion with a shot at a historic third reign by not being able to keep your wits about you. And as the Nubile Navajo hurtles toward the ropes, she knows exactly what to do. Jumping rather than turning, Bloodwind lands on the middle cable, her Uggs settling down for only an instant before she propels herself backward, connecting with Dominique’s chest for a second time in swift succession—this time with an elbow.
SPRINGBOARD BACK ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hxcJstXapSA
Nyssa pops back to her feet swiftly. Dominique, not so much, thanks in no small part to the back of her skull smacking harshly off the thinly padded plywood. Flush with her early match success and feeling herself just a little bit, the Nubile Navajo plays a little to Navajo Nation with a fleeting shimmy of her hips, earning herself a lustful roar from the FAWNatics before she turns her attention back to the business at hand. Taking the smallest of steps backward, Bloodwind then changes course, first forward and then UP, flying and twisting through the air with a grace and beauty befitting of the US Olympic Gymnastics trials. However, where grace and beauty might be the important thing in THAT environment, here what matters considerably more is the impact. And judging by the loud gust of breath knocked out of Daly’s lungs when Bloodwind’s midsection ‘THWAP’s down across hers, Nyssa’s standing shooting star press warrants high 9’s from the judges…
… perhaps even Polly Lockwood’s bosom buddy, the Russian judge.
STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MzHpR8zFQZ4
Rolling off the reigning and defending Lightweight champion to a sitting position, Nyssa’s right leg spills across Daly’s left thigh—which, as it happens, is perfectly by design. Folding that leg around her calf, the Nubile Navajo presses Daly’s foot up against the pit of her knee, before folding the Pac Rim brunette’s right leg up to hold that tootsie in place. With Nyssa’s left boot pressing into Domi’s shin and keeping her legs tied up in place, Bloodwind brings her right Ugg to the Mighty Mite’s right knee, and begins to push with all her strength. As flexible as her gymnastics background might make her, the ligaments and tendons of Dominique’s knees only had but so much give in them, and her opponent’s Indian Deathlock soon prompts the brunette to plunge her hands into her hair as her features twist into a mask of agony, Daly biting her bottom lip to, at the very least, deny her tormentor the satisfaction of making her scream.
That doesn’t appear to bother Nyssa at all, however. In fact, after a few moments, the Nubile Navajo appears content to abandon the quest to make the Mighty Mite submit altogether. Leaning forward, Bloodwind climbs over Domi’s upper body, then slumps to let her left cheek, her chest, and her elbows rest against the canvas. Bloodwind’s left leg, however, remains entwined with Daly’s twisted stems, and when the Nubile Navajo rolls over her foe, that leg pulls Dominique’s taut tush up toward the arena lights, the Lightweight champion’s shoulders flat against the mat…
INDIAN DEATHLOCK INTO PIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3AH_iNVq1U
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TWO…
THRNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
The Mighty Mite kicks free.
Managing to slip her muscular, if abbreviated legs loose from those of the challenger, Domi’s flops to her side to the audible disappointment of the crowd. Taking the sound as proof she hadn’t kept Daly’s shoulders matbound long enough, Bloodwind doesn’t bother beseeching the official.
When the Pac Rim beauty from Portland rolls to a seat on the canvas, the raven-haired Navajo scrambles toward her from the champ’s blindspot. Nyssa snags both wrists on the limp arms of the former gymnast and settles on one knee, stuffing the raised one into the notch between Daly’s shoulderblades. Surfboard applied, Bloodwind tries to force a submission from the titleholder as she threatens to remove the ponytailed brunette’s arms from her sockets by deed rather than word.
Surfboard Stretch (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HtAEn4oQQzY )
“Ask her,” Nyssa demands. But before the zebra is able, Dominique presses her soles to the canvas and pushes backward into the Native American, using her foe’s body to reach vertical, Bloodwind ascending with her opponent.
Having taken the juice out of the maneuver by reaching her feet, Domi shifts her head back, hoping to butt Nyssa in the chin, but the challenger is able to keep out of range. Giving up her grips on Daly’s arms, Bloodwind tempts the champ to turn and retaliate and the Mite falls into the Navajo’s trap, spinning into a blistering knife-edge chop that elicits the requisite ‘WOOO’ from the assembled and puts the spandex-clad champion on her heels, lids clenched in pain.
Daly’s sinewy arms pinwheel after another CRAAACK across her chest and a third sends her backpedaling into a corner, Nyssa following behind, keeping her body at the perfect angle to follow-up with another and another, the chops coming at a scorching pace until Daly drops to her taut backside to protect herself, lowering out of the line of fire.
But when Nyssa turns her back and, more specifically, backside to the champ, it’s clear Domi hasn’t succeeded in removing herself from every attack. The Nubile Navajo STUFFS her flawless derriere into Domi’s mug, the former gymnast’s nose pushing against the thin sheath of faux deerskin covering the crease in Bloodwind’s behind. Domi’s palms press against the golden thighs of the Native grappler, trying unsuccessfully to push her challenger off, but it proves fruitless and the only circumstance saving the Mite from further humiliation at the hands and cheeks of the thrusting and grinding Nyssa is the official’s count reaching ‘FOUR’.
The snickering Arizonan uses her grips on the ropes either side of the buckles to launch her body off Dominique’s greasy face, Bloodwind landing several feet away with a Cheshire grin. Daly rubs some of the hothouse perspiration off her face, drops to a shoulder and rolls out of the ring. Landing on the arena floor, she angrily slaps the mat with both hands, furious at how she’d been treated, not to mention she doesn’t have her fellow Mite, Janel Manning, to talk strategy on the sidelines, the Golden Mite and Juliet Bloodwind banned from ringside to keep the title tilt a fair-and-square, one-on-one affair.
A beaming Nyssa motions Domi in with a flex of her upturned right palm. Daly sneers at the challenger while talking to the ref.
“Keep her back. I know better than anyone what she and her sister will do,” Daly demands.
A flashing step forward from Nyssa sends the Mite backtracking to the metal barricade behind her, Domi screaming at the striped-shirt. “SEE!”
The ref kindly asks Bloodwind to move to the center so the match can get back underway and the Nubile Navajo shrugs with a guilty grin and accedes to the man’s request. Daly moves quickly, surging to the apron, sliding in, and hopping to her feet.
The challenger doesn’t wait an instant in bringing the battle back to Daly, cornering Domi and charging boldly, only to be met with a stubby but forceful toe kick to the tummy. Reaching to the doubled Nyssa, Domi scrapes some of the tape on her wrist across Bloodwind’s dark peepers and suddenly the challenger is yelping in pain, turning to make some room between herself and the champion.
As the blinded Navajo staggers in retreat, it’s like Daly is shot out of a cannon to chase her down. Leaping in from behind, Dominique wraps an arm around the throat of Bloodwind and tugs her to a ring-rattling collision with the canvas with her Mitey Crash.
Mitey Crash (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOYLrSI0K7U )
Not hesitating, the champ climbs atop the splayed and sputtering Nyssa in a crossbody pin. The FAWNatics groan as Daly hooks the near leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Nyssa shoots a shoulder up, buoying the crowd’s spirit, and saving her chance to become FAWN’s first three-time, three-time, three-time lightweight champion.
What it doesn’t do is halt Daly’s comeback. As Bloodwind struggles to push to vertical, Domi kips to her feet and instantly turns on the balls of her chalked soles. She sprints to the cables and throws her hardbody frame into the rubber-coated steel strands. Rebounding out of the cables at full speed, the Mighty Mite races toward the Navajo warrior. As Dominique reaches the raven-tressed challenger, she vaults in a front flip over the still dazed Native American, grasping Nyssa’s braincase as she flies over.
Ripping Bloodwind off her feet, Domi SPIKES the crown of her foe’s skull into the deck as she lands safely on her back, having taken control with a brutally efficient Front Flip DDT.
Front Flip DDT (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TPVGZq4iNxU&feature=related )
The impact sends a glassy-eyed Nyssa up to her knees, but it takes only a split-second for the demolished challenger to keel over to her right shoulder before spreading out in a wide starfish. Domi dives atop her rival in a schoolgirl pin, Bloodwind’s chin tucked tightly into the juncture of Daly’s muscular thighs, Domi’s shins atop Nyssa’s straining biceps for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The Navajo grappler’s legs and torso thrust upward, possibly on reflex alone, and send the diminutive Daly somersaulting over Nyssa’s head, allowing Bloodwind to raise her shoulders off the canvas.
Using the momentum to pop to her bare tootsies, the champ immediately leaps to the middle rope in front of her. Simultaneously grasping the top cable, Domi vaults into a flawless backflip, her chiseled tummy CRASHING against the flat golden belly of the Nubile Navajo with her Mitey-sault.
Mitey-sault (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UD08KkYy5F8 )
Dark eyes bulging after the impact, Nyssa’s body jackknifes around the former gymnast. But as the reeling Bloodwind gasps for breath and hugs her gutted abdomen, Daly is hopping up from her haunches next to the challenger and speeding to the nearest set of buckles instead of going for the pin.
The FAWNatics are already warning Nyssa with their worried shouts as Daly effortlessly finds her penthouse perch and targets the Navajo warrior. Propelling herself into the stratosphere, the Pac Rim beauty seems to scrape the rafters and, at her zenith, collapses into a tight tuck then explodes outward, her arms and legs shooting wide as she plummets toward a devastating frog splash.
Alas, their warnings go for naught, Nyssa proving either oblivious to the danger she was in following the Mitey-sault, or simply unable to take evasive action. Whatever the explanation, the result is the same: for the second time in mere seconds, Dominique’s washboard midsection SLAMS down across Bloodwind’s yielding belly, the Nubile Navajo’s eyes seeming to double in size as she folds up against her attacker’s body. The impact launches Daly up to her knees for a moment, the exotic brunette dropping one arm across her own tummy, her landing taking a little out of herself as well—but not nearly as much as it does out of Nyssa, the Native American beauty’s eyes rolling back in her head, and a shuddering groan escaping her limps as she slumps back to the deck.
The Pac Rim (sadistic) pixie drops forward, collapsing across her prey, reaching to hook a leg for…
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TWO…
THREENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Several members of Navajo Nation let out a deflated groan, but it turns out those fans have given up on their heroine juuuuuuust a tiny bit too soon, the official rising to his knees and holding up TWO fingers, rather than three. Domi rises to her knees as well, a bit TOO frustrated for words, her eyes narrowing into vengeful slits as she glares at those two extended digits. Meanwhile, a mewling Nyssa Bloodwind manages to roll herself to her belly between these two kneeling figures, instinct compelling her to deny Daly the opportunity for a quick follow-up cover.
After taking a moment to answer the arbiter’s two raised fingers with one of her own (you can probably guess which), the would-be Olympic heroine glances down at her glistening, gasping adversary, the Nubile Navajo valiantly attempting to push up to her hands and knees but failing to even get her tummy more than an inch or two off the mat. Directing her anger back toward her opponent, the raven haired ex-gymnast climbs into a straddle of Bloodwind, Daly caboose resting against the small of the Navajo warrior’s back for but a moment. Then, leaning forward, Dominique gathers up the challenger’s arms. Sinking back into her saddle, Daly works Nyssa’s arms up and across her thighs, the Nubile Navajo’s upper body peeled off the mat in the process.
Domi then slips her hands underneath Nyssa’s jaw, a cruel smirk forming on her lips as she starts cranking backward, working a vicious camel clutch.
“Gyyyyyynnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!” Bloodwind moans through clenched teeth, eyes sealed shut, the hands that keep her mouth equally closed doing little to lessen the volume of the Navajo beauty’s cries.
“What do you say, Nyssa?” the ref asks.
She shakes her head, at least as much as she can, adding a “Nnnnngggghhhhhhhh!!!!” that MIGHT very well have been intended as a refusal.
Above the suffering Native American warrior, Domi “tsk tsk”s her challenger. “So negative,” the Pac Rim brunette vindictively teases. “Where’s that ‘can do!’ spirit?”
Rather than wait for an answer, Domi leeeeeeeeeeeeeeans back, using her gymnast’s flexibility to add a new dimension of agony to her camel clutch, the champ’s arched spine forcing an even more unnatural bend into the Nubile Navajo’s. Nyssa’s Uggs drum the mat with increased urgency, but still, the challenger refuses to tap…
… but, as much as Dominique’s savage twist on the camel clutch ratchets up the pressure on Bloodwind’s spine, the shift in Daly’s weight also gives the resourceful Native American an opening. With her arms already draped across the former gymnast’s thighs, Nyssa wraps them tight as she manages to work her way up to her knees. After a bit more of a struggle, the (ever so slightly) bigger brunette fights her way further up, making it to her feet with the Pac Rim beauty clinging tightly to her back.
While Nyssa attempts to use her hold on Domi’s powerful gams to keep the champ from applying a bodyscissors, Daly trades in the chinlock portion of her camel clutch for a sleeper! Immediately, the Nubile Navajo can feel a dam forming in her carotid, and she knows it wouldn’t take long for her opponent’s arms to send her off to Dreamland. So Nyssa does the easiest thing she can do: she throws it into full reverse, half backpedaling and half stumbling toward the near corner, until Dominique Daly finds herself the sinewy meat in a sandwich created by Bloodwind’s back and the padded turnbuckles.
The noose falls away from Nyssa’s neck, and she can feel the former Olympic hopeful’s legs loosen around her waist. Releasing Domi’s thighs, the Nubile Navajo shuffles to the side, reaching over her shoulder to claim hold of her rival’s noggin before bringing Daly out of the corner with a snapmare. As the champ’s backside lands with a spine-adjusting thud, Bloodwind slips through the ropes and out to the apron. Doing her best to ignore her fatigue, she begins to climb her way toward the top turnbuckle.
Her ascent is labored, and many a member of Navajo Nation are alarmed to see Dominique Daly already struggling back toward verticality. Nyssa sees it, too, though she doesn’t share their concern. Having Domi on her feet by the time she’s ready to jump would make it that much easier for the Nubile Navajo to land her tomahawk chop…
… but BEFORE she can jump, the would-be Olympic heroine lunges toward the ropes, SLAMMING both palms into top strand. The resulting shockwave runs the length of the cable, the vibration proving too much for Bloodwind’s balance, and her feet slip out from underneath her. As labored as Nyssa’s ascent might have been, her descent is swift and comes to a world-shattering halt, when her crotch SLAMS into the steel connecting the padded turnbuckle to the ringpost, the Nubile Navajo’s jaw falling slack in a silent scream.
Content that her opponent isn’t going anywhere quickly, Domi takes her time in approaching the corner, availing herself of the opportunity to replenish some of the air that Nyssa had crushed out of her just a moment ago. Reaching her destination, the Mighty Mite climbs the corner herself from inside the ring, in front of the mewling Bloodwind. Reaching the top rope, Daly makes good use of her refined balance skills as she slips her opponent’s nearly limp left arm across her neck while lacing her own left arm around Nyssa’s. Then, claiming a handful of faux buckskin, Domi pulls the Nubile Navajo up from her agonizing perch, forcing Nyssa’s leaden legs to climb, so that she likewise joins the Lightweight champion standing on the top rope.
Then, popping her hips, Domi Daly hoists the challenger into the air, falling back to DRIVE the Nubile Navajo into the canvas with a stunning superplex!
SUPERPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=covCLXFDVKg
Daly might not be known for power, but the impact of this maneuver is instantly obvious, a vacant-eyed Bloodwind shooting up to a seated position, shoulders sagging, her head promptly drooping toward her chest. It’s a position that Nyssa hold for what feels like half an hour, though in reality is probably closer to three seconds, before she slumps backward, coming to rest in a spasming heap of buckskin and sweaty flesh. But Dominique doesn’t emerge from the superplex unscathed, the Mighty Mite groaning, bringing a hand to the small of her back as she rolls to one hip, arching her spine to alleviate some of the sting…
“Get… get on her…” Daly mumbles, to no one but herself as she rolls over and scampers to the splattered challenger. Gathering both of her foe’s legs, Domi’s back turns to press against Nyssa’s tummy as she covers the Native American warrior for…
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Incredibly, Nyssa throws up a shoulder.
Nyssa rolls to her chest to prevent another pinning attempt and Daly climbs atop her to make sure she’s no longer mobile. The former gymnast turns to find the official, blistering him with some blue language about his slow count, assuring the man there was no way in Orlando Bloodwind could’ve survived that ride and escaped.
The ref confirms Nyssa saved herself in time, but Daly’s already moved on, slipping a leg beneath the twisting Native American grappler. She clamps her other muscular stem atop and cinches in a body scissors, digging it into the flat tummy of the challenger. Daly wriggles her flexing lower limbs up Nyssa’s frame so she can reach Bloodwind’s head with her arms. The Lightweight Champion straps her guns around the noggin of her foe in a nasty crossface grip, securing the rest of her signature Pummel Horse.
Wrenching the groaning Bloodwind’s braincase while trying to cut her in two below with the ab crunching scissors, a growly Domi seems content to wear Bloodwind down until she’s left a limp dishrag in her limbs, but Nyssa continues to fight. While her limbs flail wildly and can find little to do, the challenger manages to roll her foe in a quarter-turn and put Domi’s shoulders on the canvas, the Native American piled on top, even if under Daly’s control.
The ref is quickly on the canvas slapping for the…
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THRNOOO!
Dominique nearly makes a fatal mistake, waiting beyond the last second to give up her hold and push out from under the two-time former light titleholder. This time the Rip City rapscallion finds the official to be a fair and just arbiter with his two-count, nodding at the man in agreement after scrambling to her feet. The champ moves to the ebony-maned challenger, Nyssa having made it up to one knee. Domi sinks her nails into the charcoal locks of her foe to pull her up but Nyssa brings a feisty elbow with her, driving it into Domi’s chiseled abs.
Daly simply snickers at the shot as it bounces off her steely tummy, but Bloodwind sends another and another. The third has Daly wincing and the fourth forces her to give up her grip. She shuffles behind Bloodwind and starts to secure a sleeper, but the Nubile Navajo reaches above and behind, slipping her arms around the back of Domi’s skull, clamping on. Nyssa drops to her backside and delivers a jarring jawbreaker that staggers the former gymnast.
Jawbreaker (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MWJNXko-pCk )
Bloodwind pops to her feet, seemingly reenergized. She snatches Domi’s left wrist and whips Daly toward a corner, or starts to, Daly reversing the throw and sending Nyssa off instead. Domi follows her foe toward the buckles, her almond-shaped eyes drawn wide when Nyssa leaps into the middle cables and vaults toward the charging champ, flattening her with a Diving Crossbody.
Diving Crossbody (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-fVba8BTGqs )
Ending perpendicular to the Mite’s chest, Bloodwind secures both of the sinewy stems of her foe and folds Daly into a matchbook for the…
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
Domi thrusts her pelvis, breaking the ‘book’ and lifting her shoulders off the canvas. Both women clamber to their feet, but one has no covering on those tootsies and Bloodwind takes advantage, stomping the right set of toes of the Mite. Her foe momentarily hobbled, Nyssa again snatches a wrist but this time she brings the grimacing Daly toward her and nearly decapitates Daly with a Shortarm Clothesline that sends the diminutive hardbody through the spin cycle, Domi flipping through a twisting 270 degrees to end face and chest down. The stubborn Dominique tries to push up and gets to hands and knees before dropping back to the deck.
“Let me help you,” Bloodwind offers, wrapping her hands around the head of the near Olympian.
She tugs the rubber-legged Daly up and stuffs Domi’s head between her thighs, tightening in a standing head scissors. Nyssa envelops the champ’s midriff with her arms and launches Daly in a front flip onto her right shoulder, Domi facing the rafters. With the FAWNatics roaring in wonderment about what the challenger has in mind and how she’ll carry it out, Nyssa pops Daly off her shoulder and into a half-roll then snatches Dominique’s head over her right shoulder and delivers the most brutal Navajo Cutter ever recorded!
Navajo Cutter (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rPRr5p8dHv0 ) @00:08
The face-first impact sends the semi-conscious Mite flopping to her back in a wide, motionless spreadeagle. So moved is she from the prefect execution of the supercharged signature, Bloodwind leaps to her feet and celebrates with the roaring crowd. After a few seconds, Nyssa turns and dives on the demolished Domi for a title-earning pin with the…
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOOO!
Unwilling to be dethroned, the Mighty Mite somehow shifts a shoulder off the canvas an inch only a split-split-second before the third lightweight reign of the Nubile Navajo.
It’s Nyssa’s turn to gaze at the referee in disbelief, knowing she couldn’t have hit her Cutter any better, but she rapidly understands Domi is in no position to take another nuclear blast-level impact.
Nyssa slips a hand under either side of the demolished Domi, pulling her up to hands and knees then wraps Daly’s arms around the back of her legs. The Native American grappler reaches down Domi’s back to cross the Mite’s legs and snag a grip behind the bare lower foot of the former gymnast in order to lift and deliver an Indian Deathlock Piledriver that would put the lightweight gold around her waist.
Indian Deathlock Piledriver (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bXcN8fXiktE )
But before Nyssa can place Domi’s legs just so, the champ digs deep. Her arms already around Bloodwind’s thighs, cinch tight. Daly grunts as she straightens, somehow able to lift a startled Nyssa off her feet and send her tumbling over in a low-rise, back body drop.
The landing on the canvas draws a slight cringe from Bloodwind and she rolls to her feet. Nyssa’s several feet away from Daly, who’s headed in the opposite direction, and the spandex-sheathed lightweight champion manages to crawl to the ropes and slide under just ahead of a grasping Nyssa.
Domi’s bare soles land on the thinly padded cement and she slumps from the beating the challenger’s been laying. Noticing Daly’s back is turned, the aggressive Bloodwind turns and sprints to the opposite cables. She rebounds at full speed and dashes across the canvas, flinging her body between the top and middle ropes in a Suicide Dive whose name proves too apt for the countless members of Bloodwind’s tribe in the audience. Daly, perhaps baiting the challenger, perhaps hearing the footfalls of her foe and guessing, spins and leaps into a dropkick that catches Nyssa FLUSH on the jaw.
The rest of Bloodwind’s flight sees her more a Frisbee than an arrow and she lands with a heavy THUMP on the concrete.
Dominique uses the side of the ring to reach her haunches and she gazes at the broken Bloodwind, face down and unmoving. Knowing the clock is ticking toward a recovery, even from that fateful mistake, Domi crawls to the splayed Bloodwind and draws Nyssa up as she rises, no easy task with the state the Native American is in.
Daly’s able to lift the nearly deadweight to the mat and shove her foe into a roll under the ropes. The Pac Rim beauty climbs to the canvas and grasps the top rope. Doused in perspiration and sucking wind from the battle, Domi watches in amazement as the Navajo warrior pushes toward vertical before she can enter.
Changing on the fly, Daly pulls a leg that’s halfway in the ring back out. As a dazed Nyssa turns toward the former gymnast, Daly hops to the top strand and uses it as a springboard to fly toward the glassy-eyed Nubile One. She catches Bloodwind around the noggin as she zooms over a shoulder and PLANTS the Arizonan’s spine and the back of her cranium into the thinly-covered plywood with the back end of her Daly Double.
Daly Double (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8aGoxWk4MS0 )
Shunning the attempt to pin the splayed Nyssa, Daly grabs her foe’s left arm and leg and pulls the golden-skinned ragdoll to the perfect spot. Domi heads to the nearest set of buckles and leaps to the top.
With the crowd groaning, Daly, still facing the FAWNatics, vaults from her perch in a ceiling-scraping moonsault. As every fan knows, the ponytailed brunette flips an extra 90 degrees and BURIES her feet into the unguarded gut of the Native American. Impaled by the spear-like Sticking the Dismount finisher, Bloodwind jackknifes around the impact, dark eyes bugging, exhale bursting from between her lips.
As the challenger fades to the deck, Domi pops to a handstand next to the demolished Nubile Navajo then drops in a standard splash across the already blasted tummy, drawing another ‘V’ shape out of Bloodwind.
Nyssa’s not looking like any three-time lightweight charmer tonight as the Mighty Mite hooks her foe’s far leg for insurance. The fight driven from Nyssa, she doesn’t so much as flinch through the…
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TWO…
THREE!
As the ref calls for the bell and the timekeeper obliges, Dominique releases the leg and rolls to her back, lounging atop the modest bosom of her rival. Spent, she remains there out of exhaustion rather than trying to embarrass her foe.
Realizing this, the ref gives Daly a little slack and recovery time. He moves to the ropes and accepts the lightweight gold then walks back to Domi and uses it as honey to entice the still panting Mite to rise.
The plan works perfectly, the shimmer of the faceplate drawing Daly to her feet, leaving the moaning Nyssa in her title-holding wake.
Domi lifts the belt high with one arm, beaming, if wearily.
The announcer makes it official.
“Your winner and STILL FAWN Lightweight Champion…Domi Daly!”
The former gymnast adds a second grip to her belt and, taking a chance to end in a flourish, front flips to a genuflection. She lands the effort perfectly and gets nothing but boos for her victory and celebratory acrobatics.
Frustrated and angered by the lack of applause, Daly sets her gold down and sprints to a rising Nyssa NAILING her with a knee to the chin that floors the failed challenger and leaves her in a unconscious starfish. Daly slides to a stop then moves to hover over Bloodwind.
“You cheer that piece of crap?!” she shouts as she sinks a set of nails into Bloodwind’s scalp to pull the head of the comatose Nyssa off the canvas. Daly yanks the ragdoll to her haunches, maintaining her grip in the ebony locks to keep Nyssa from collapsing; then pours kick after kick into Bloodwind’s chest.
Cheers erupt from the crowd and an incredulous Domi turns her attention to the throng.
“STILL, YOU’RE CHEERING HER?!”
Turned from the ramp, Domi doesn’t realize Bunny Cooper, in full ring regalia is sprinting toward the squared circle. The buxom blonde slides in, pops to her feet, and surrounds Domi’s tummy from behind with a pair of swaddling arms.
BUNNY COOPER:
Daly releases her grip on Nyssa, her eyes wide with fright when she hears a familiar voice growl “I’m Back” in her ear.
Domi bleats out a staccato burst of ‘no’s but that’s not in Bunny’s vocabulary at the moment and she launches Daly up and over with a perfect belly-to-back suplex that SLAMS the Mite’s vertebrae and the back of her skull into the canvas.
Not releasing, Bunny rolls to her feet and pulls a squirming Domi with her. She sends Daly into another forced partial backflip, again PLANTING Dominique into the canvas.
AND AGAIN, Suplex Machine 2.0 tugs a more pliant, flaccid Domi up. She spins the dazed Daly to face her and tugs the putty Domi’s become into a front facelock.
Bunny tosses Domi heavenward but stalls her at vertical, Daly’s chalked soles pointing to the rafters. She keeps the Mite overturned for ten, fifteen, TWENTY seconds, letting the blood pool in the rosy visage of the Mite before POUNDING her into the deck with the remainder of the suplex.
Daly lies in a motionless heap while a juiced Bunny hops to her feet, dips and scoops the lightweight belt off the deck, and moves to a standing straddle of what’s left of Domi.
She lifts the title overhead, spreading it between raised fists.
“At Heartbroken…THIS…IS…MINE!”
With the FAWNatics going apeshit, Bunny drops the belt on its semiconscious owner and heads over to check on Nyssa. She helps Bloodwind to her feet and together they exit, leaving the champion to waken and contemplate her next and perhaps biggest challenge.