After a brief interlude to clear away the carnage of the previous match, and to ensure the FAWNatics could top up their snacks before the commencement of the night’s main events, the lights dimmed a little and a pop came from the speakers as the announcer raised the microphone to his lips.
“Ladies and gentlemen! Our next match is for the FAWN Lightweight Title! Please welcome first, the challenger…hailing from Dubai, United Arab Emirates…she is the Ultimate Diva, the Oil Baroness…The Best Thing that Ever Happened to FAWN and…uh…and the woman who’s going to finally claim the title that’s rightfully hers tonight…” despite ever increasing volume the sound team simply couldn’t get the microphone loud enough to be heard over the boos at this final proclamation, the announcer leaving space for thigs to die down before continuing…ZOE SCOTT!”
All of the lightswww.youtube.com/watch?v=HAfFfqiYLp0Contrary to expactations all the lights actually went off, save for five spotlights which converged on the top of the ramp. Into that pool of light strutted a curvy and dusky skinned brunette dressed in pure white Calvin Klein style sports bra top and matching briefs, both showing off acres of honey-tanned skin. Zoe Scott wore her usual expensive sunglasses and sneakers, and adorning the waistband of her bottoms was a simple line of shiny gold, indicative of the belt that she obviously believed was shortly to come into her possession.
ZOE SCOTT
As the Kanye West banger kicked in Scott raised both hands out wide and ‘popped’ her flashbulb sigil, a cue for every light in the arena to strobe back on. She stayed still for a second, her own spotlight the only point of order in the chaos, then pulled a mic from the waistband of her togs and raised it to her lips.
“Cut my music!”
The request was honoured quickly by FAWN techs, but the cacophony was replaced by an explosive round of boos, the fans upset enough to be seeing the Oil Baroness without having to hear from her as well. As usual Scott displayed no recognition of the fact that she was so badly received, acting as if a polite round of applause had greeted her before raising the mic again.
“Firstly, all my fans will be pleased to note that my liability of an assistant is not at my side tonight, meaning that her catastrophic actions which cost me my previous title opportunity will not be repeated.” The jeers raised a little louder at the prospect of not seeing the blonde bombshell, but died again quickly.
“Now, as you all know, tonight will be my coronation as the champion of lightweights…or, as I like to think of us, the women who know how to look after their bodies.” Yet another round of boos ignored by the Diva. “But I know that my adoring public won’t be satisfied with this. Everywhere I go people tell me ‘Zoe, you should be proclaimed as the greatest lightweight wrestler the world has ever seen’.”
Zoe set off down the ramp, making it almost to the ring before she spoke again. “Well let me tell you; I agree. That’s why I have personally requested that this very motto be written on the title belt once I have rightfully claimed it. But I know that poor Buggsy…or Bunny or whatever she’s called…will be feeling sad once I kick her ass and take her title. So please, when she waddles that oversized behind out here in a second or two, please try to make her feel better…by telling her that she’s losing to the Best lightweight in the World!”
Whatever Zoe’s wishes, it was clear that the Spring Break crowd was going to do nothing of the sort, the boos almost blowing the roof off as Scott lowered the mic, hopped up the steps and threaded her way into the ring. But those boos changed to wild cheering when a different entrance music blared through the speakers.
Party Rock Anthemwww.youtube.com/watch?v=KQ6zr6kCPj8BUNNY COOPER:
Sure enough the Upstart appeared through the curtain. The curvy blonde was clad in her usual orange halter top with green lace trim and those oh-so figure hugging booty shorts. Elbow and Knee pads adorned her limbs while her short white boots had BC embossed in orange on the ankles. Clearly thrilled to be defending her title for the first ever time, Bunny bounced and waved at the adoring ranks of her fans, practically radiating excitement and energy which was reflected by the masses. After a brief pause for a few more waves she set off down the ramp…
…And was passed by a red-clad brunette sprinting out from behind the curtain. The woman wore a a crimson sports bra and bottoms embossed with galaxies and stars, the signature clothing of a certain Roseate Rocket. That was confirmed by the presence of a red lucha mask, apparently going for her retro Cherry Bomb look tonight. But there was plenty of confusion about why this would be, and indeed what she was doing in the auditorium at this moment, plenty of which was shared by Bunny Cooper.
CHERRY BOMB
“Lil?” Cooper asked, a little uncertainly as the woman brushed past her “What are you doing out here for my ma…HEY, LILY!”
Although not as close as the other Upstarts or Wendy, Bunny considered Lily Burlingame to be a good friend and was hoping to see her at the Lamb for her victory celebration later. So she was doubly confused when the erstwhile Cherry Bomb brushed heavily past her without the slightest acknowledgement and charged off in a dead sprint towards the ring. That left Cooper in an awkward position, unsure whether she should be chasing after her erstwhile friend or hanging back to see how things played out.
Scott had turned away from the entrance as soon as Cooper’s music started, and was currently leaning on the far rope playing with her smartphone. That left her completely oblivious as the Roseate Rocket lived up to her nickname, leaping clean up into the ring and running past to grab hold of the ropes just to one side of the nonchalant Diva. Zoe had a second to wonder why the crowds had got so loud before the ‘Bomb slammed both knees square into her unsuspecting face, sending her reeling away and crashing down onto her back.
CHERRY SWIRL www.youtube.com/watch?v=vbv7JiaNlwUThe interloper was back to her feet in an instant and up to the top turnbuckle in another. As soon as Zoe had regained her feet the Crimson Comet took to the air, About two thirds of the way through her gorgeous flip the Bomb reached out, snagged Scott’s noggin, and gave an extra rotation to her back to drive the Diva’s crown nearly through the canvas.
CHERRY’S JUBILEEwww.youtube.com/watch?v=z34w0RuZqdEScott splatted over into a damp, boneless starfish, devastated by that beautifully augmented DDT. Rolling gracefully through the impact and back to her feet, the Bomb took just a second to glance back at the devastation she had caused and then apparently decided that she wasn’t quite done. A quick prod with the toe of one boot was enough to nudge Scott onto her back before Cherry turned to the corner again.
No sign of letup in the crowd noise as the ‘Bomb reclaimed her perch on the top buckle. This time she was in no hurry to leave, standing up to her full, augmented height and reaching one hand out, fist clenched, thumb sticking up ready to press the button on her mimed ‘detonator’. Every wresting fan in the world knew that this was the setup for Burlingame’s patented Cherry Warhead, still regarded as arguably the greatest finishing move in the federation on most forums. As such the collective intake of breath from the audience suggested that the roof might shortly be blown off, but the expected ‘KA-BOOM’ never came.
The reason for this was a streak of blonde storming down the entrance ramp. Isobel Lamont didn’t possess the sheer speed of the Roseate Rocket but made up for that with momentum, barrelling past Bunny who was still frozen in confusion on the ramp. As Lamont dashed headlong into the ring it looked like Cherry’s explosion had only been delayed rather than cancelled; her finger still hovered on the detonation button, body apparently ready to dive at any available target. But if that worried Lamont she didn’t show it, the Fixer putting herself right in harm’s way and glaring up searchingly.
“Don’t know what game you’re playing,” she growled, “but you get one warning. Get outta here Lily. Or you know exactly what’s coming.”
The only immediate response from Cherry was a slight movement in the jawline, the mask obscuring what might be a smile. Then she abruptly shifted her detonating hand, pulling her thumb back in and switching it for a middle finger aimed squarely at the Fixer. With that message sent she simply leaned back and dropped off the buckle, flipping neatly to land on her feet at ringside.
It shouldn’t have been possible for someone wearing wrestling togs and a lucha mask to simply hop a barrier and melt into a crowd. But somehow the Crimson Comet managed it, ducking her head and pushing her way through the throng before Lamont could take things any further. The blonde knelt down, hands trying vaguely to revive her devastated employer, but her eyes seemed more curious than suspicious as she stared after the vanishing Cherry Bomb.
She was shortly joined by an extremely Confused Bunny Cooper and an equally discombobulated Craig Long who had been nominated as the bout’s referee. “What was that? Cooper asked, earning a shrug from Lamont and nothing but a head scratch from Long. “Can she continue?” he asked Isobel.
“Not tonight.” The fixer seemed to feel that she’d said enough, collecting her boss in her arms and lifting her gently over to the ropes before slipping out to ringside. She left behind an increasingly frustrated looking Lightweight Champion.
“What do we do?!” Bunny didn’t quite grab the referee’s lapels but she was far more insistent and in his face than her usual sunny demeanor would allow. “This is my first ever title defence!” she pleaded.
“Sorry Bunny, but it looks like you don’t have an opponent. The match didn’t start so at least it’s not a disqu…” A frustrated grown escaped Cooper’s lips, shaking her head at the referee more in hurt than anger, and staring at the place in the crowd where Cherry Bomb had disappeared.
