By: Dante
The sweet, pixieish melody of "There She Goes" by Sixpence None The Richer breaks through the darkness, a white pin spotlight finding FAWN's favorite girl-next-door and a roaring approval welcomes long-time vet and victim Kylie Sanders. The blonde sports an odd look of confidence, considering her winless Pay-Per-View record. But after a more successful run of matches leading up to event, it gives the elfin blonde a healthy glow to which the crowd seems to respond.
The diminutive Kylie, clad in a black bikini, trimmed in gold, salutes the crowd with a cheerful wave and a bosom-bouncing march toward the ring. By her side is cousin Kristy in pink blouse and denim, the younger Sanders relishing the interplay with the crowd as much or more than a beaming Ky.
Kylie occasionally reaches from one side to the other to touch hands with the growing numbers of the Kylie Corps, but it's apparent her thoughts are elsewhere. Although she could claim a tag win, Gata had owned her woman to woman when they had met several times South of the border, during Kylie's forced exodus from FAWN. There would be no simple answers tonight. The Mexican Hellcat was a force of nature and she'd just have to be up to the task.
Reaching the squared circle, a few more cheers are heard as she loosens her limbs, both upper and lower, but it's as much in tandem with ogling leers than any show of support, some of those in the front rows clearly dreaming of their chance to see what Gata would do to that taut, little ivory bod. The Latina's hot blood might get the better of her and Kylie and another infamous Kylie after-party could be in the offing.
The erstwhile coed faces down a few troublemakers ringside, one carrying a placard pronouncing 'Kylie is this Gata's personal ball of string.'
Kylie ignores that fan's verdict, as best she can, but quickly she stares wide-eyed at another poster held high. It is a full color spread of a scantily-clad Gata Diabla hovering over an unconscious Kylie, below in big red letters 'Poor little Ky doesn't know how to stop the Mexican influx either.'
The golden-haired beauty wisely decides to turn her gaze from further detractors and back to the ring. Kylie hops to the apron and the adorable blonde slides through the ropes.
Kylie circles, looking abundantly anxious, steeling herself with occasional glances at an encouraging Kristy. She skips in place, occasionally checking the tension of the ropes, eyes darting through the crowd and around the ring. She shadowboxes to burn off some nervous energy and waits for the inevitable fade of Six Pence and the arrival of her foe. Working from a wonderful win over Kiora, she finds herself eager to get after a particularly nasty rival. It feels odd and exciting. For Gata, the night would end up feeling much more on the disappointing and disbelieving end of the scale.
With both Sanders in and around the ring, all that's left is for Kylie's opposition to make an appearance. Kylie stands ready, left waiting as the cheers of her fans begin to fade...
And then the opening chords of Nickelback's "Animals" boom over the loudspeakers.
Soon after, to vociferous boos (and more than a few catcalls), La Gata Diabla comes forth onto the ramp. Her red satin panties conceal little, black leather chaps shielding her outer legs but revealing tempting glances of her inner thighs. Meanwhile, her matching satin push up bra works overtime to give her bosom that little extra "oomph!"
And even a few loyal members of the Kylie Corps respond approvingly.
She makes her way to the ring, making it a point to keep just out of the reach of the ringside throng--yet all the while stokes their fires with each sensuous stride. As much as they might think they like Kylie, as much as they might try to convince themselves it was the good girl they wanted to emerge victorious, Gata knew better. It was her that they wanted... and they would long for her as badly as Gata wished them to.
Both women stood facing one another, in the ring, as the referee begins to explain the rules to the competitors. But, before he can finish, Gata immediately charges Kylie, spearing her to the mat and drawing a huge pop from the crowd.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Gata snarls and pounces on the downed Kylie, attacking her with rights and lefts to the face. She grabs a handful of blonde locks and savagely smashes the back of her head into the mat over and over and over again. The sexy Catwoman drags a dazed Kylie to her feet and tosses her into the nearby corner, unleashing a series of punches to her chest and stomach.
Gata suddenly charges at Sanders, hits a handspring, and tries for an avalanche splash but finds herself colliding with the corner padding as Kylie has slipped out of the way.
Sanders immediately grabs a staggered Gata, locking her head in her arm, and charges before dropping down, drilling Gata's face into the mat.
She drags Gata to her feet and whips her to the ropes. As the luchadora rebounds, Kylie ducks low, only to have Gata surprise her with a sunset flip, rolling her up for the pin.
One!
But a one count is all Gata can get as Kylie kicks out. Both women hurry to their feet and Kylie tries a clothesline but Gata ducks, spins, and catches Kylie with a drop kick to the chest. She drags a stunned Kylie towards the ropes by her hair and promptly begins to use them to choke her!
Gata finally releases the hold, using the ropes to slingshot Kylie backwards and down to the mat. Sanders immediately clutches, her throat, gasping for air. Gata gives the blonde cutue little time to recover as she immediately attacks her with a series of kicks and stomps to the body.
Gata grabs a handful of Kylie's hair and yanks her to standing position before tossing her into the nearest corner. Gata slaps Kylie viciously in the face before sending a kick between Kylie's legs, dropping her to one knee, her mouth open wide.
She places Kylie in a front face lock before dropping down, drilling her head into the mat with a double DDT. Gata immediately makes the cover, hooking the leg.
One!
Two!
Only to have Kylie kick out to a face pop. Incensed, Gata pounces to her feet and is immediately in the referee's face, complaining about a slow count. As she pleads her case, a recovered Kylie slips behind her, immediately rolling her up from behind for the pin!
One!
Two!
But Gata breaks it up by kicking out. Both women are to their feet and Kylie takes a swing at Gata, who ducks and sends a boot into Kylie's stomach, doubling her over. She grabs a handful of Sanders's hair and drags her to standing position. Gata lashes out with a kick to Kylie's chest, followed by a kick to her thigh, followed by a kick to her chest, another to her thigh, and finishing with a spin kick that catches Kylie square in her chest, dropping her to the mat. Even a few of the Corps members can't help but applaud Gata's moves.
Deciding to extend her foe's punishment, Gata drags Kylie to her feet and tosses her into the closest corner, immediately wrapping her hands around Kylie's throat, choking her. Gata releases the hold and backs back before charging Kylie but Sanders surprises her with a spinning heel kick to the chest that staggers Gata. Kylie wastes little time in charging the lethal but stunned luchadora, placing her in a front face lock, and springboarding off of the ropes, dropping down and drilling her head into the canvas with a DDT.
One!
Two!
But Gata raises her shoulder before the three. Kylie pounces on Gata, grabbing a handful of her hair and dragging her to her feet. She backs Gata against the ropes and drives a knee into her midsection, doubling her over. She then whips Gata to the opposite side. She tries a clothesline, which Gata ducks, rebounding off of the opposite ropes. As Kylie turns, Gata tries a cross body block but Kylie ducks, Gata smashing into the canvas.
Gata winces, clutching her midsection as she rises to her feet on shaky legs, just in time to be surprised by Kylie, who has wasted little time in mounting the top turnbuckle and immediately leaping off, catching Gata with a missile drop kick to the chest that sends the luchadora flying across the ring and down to the canvas.
Pleased with her handiwork, Kylie smiles and takes a moment to celebrate with the fans, raising her arms in victory. Unfortunately, a moment is all a recovered Gata needs as she slips behind her. She grabs Kylie by the shoulder, spinning her around to face her. The look of surprise on Kylie's face becomes one of anguish as Gata boots her in the midsection, doubling her over, before lifting her into the air and drilling her into the mat with a Juvi Driver. Gata covers her foe.
One!
Two!
But the pin attempt is broken up as Kylie kicks out. Gata then attacks her with a series of stomps. She stands Kylie to her feet and kicks her in the side of the head, grabbing a now woozy Kylie by the hair and dropping down, drilling her into the canvas with an X-Factor. Gata turns Kylie's limp body over and onto her back, laying across her like a sated lioness.
One!
Two!
And another kick out by Kylie, sending her Corps into a frenzy. Gata is pissed and grabs the downed Kylie, repeatedly smashing the back of her head into the mat and then clawing at her eyes, drawing a cry of pain from Sanders. Gata drags Kylie to her feet and takes a swing at her, only to have Kylie duck and boot her in the midsection, doubling her over. Kylie lifts Gata in suplex position before dropping her on her head. Kylie quickly makes the cover.
One!
Two!
Gata manages to kick out and stands to her feet. But, before she can recover, Kylie charges catching her in the back of the head with a clothesline that drops Gata back down to the mat. She drags Gata to standing position and whips her to the ropes, catching her on the rebound with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Kylie then dumps Gata to the mat.
Kylie then climbs the turnbuckles, facing the crowd, giving them a thumbs-up, and flies off with a moonsault, only to have a risen Gata race towards her and leap in the air, drop kicking Kylie in midair in her stomach! The move sends Sanders smashing to the canvas awkwardly and Gata attempts the cover.
One!
Two!
With another Kylie kick out, Gata drags her dazed foe to her feet and immediately catches her with a back elbow to the face, dropping her to the mat. Kylie sits up, just as Gata races across the ring and rebounds off of the ropes, ducking low and drop kicking Kylie flush in the face. She then scoops Kylie up before slamming her back to the mat. Gata then springboards off of the ropes and moonsaults atop Kylie's prone form, hooking the leg for the cover.
One!
Two!
But Kylie kicks out before the three. As Sanders stands on shaky feet, Gata stands atop the top turnbuckle, measuring the rising blonde. Suddenly, Kylie pitches forward, striking the ropes. The move sends Gata stumbling and she crotches herself on the turnbuckles. Kylie makes a move to climb the turnbuckles after her and the two immediately engage in a battle for supremacy, both attacking one another with rights and lefts. Unfortunately for Gata, Kylie wins out after a surprising upper cut that nearly leaves her loopy. Taking advantage, Kylie hooks Gata's head and brings her crashing from the turnbuckles to the mat with a superplex!
With Gata prone, Kylie goes for the cover.
One!
Two!
But the attempt is broken up as Gata raises a shoulder at the last second. Kylie lifts Gata in the air and drops her on her head with a release German suplex. She then springboards off of the ropes, attempting a lionsault, but Gata moves at the last moment, Sanders smashing into the canvas. Gata follows with a diving leg drop across Kylie's throat before rolling her up for the pin.
One!
Two!
But Kylie lifts her shoulder before the three once again. Gata drags Sanders to standing position and places her in a front face lock. Gata signals for a DDT, only to have Kylie reverse, lifting her in the air and then depositing her to the mat with a Northern Lights Suplex, pinning Gata's shoulders to the mat.
One!
Two!
But things come to an end as Gata again kicks out. Kylie sighs and pulls Gata to her feet. She moves behind her, wrapping her arms around Gata's waist, when the luchadora stuns her by drilling an elbow into the side of Kylie's head, breaking her hold on the young woman. Gata lashes out with a kick, dropping Kylie with a flying neckbreaker.
With her foe slowly rising, Gata mounts the top turnbuckle, stalking her prey. As Kylie turns towards her, Gata flies off, wrapping her legs around Kylie's throat. But at the last second, Kylie drops down, drilling Gata into the canvas with a makeshift power bomb. With her foe woozy, Kylie lifts her to her feet and moves behind her, wrapping her arms around her waist and lifting her in the air, dropping her to the mat and pinning her with her Over and Done.
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
As the referee raises her arm, a look of disbelief crosses Kylie's face that is quickly replaced by a pleased smile. She calls her cousin into the ring and both Sanders cousins embrace as a pissed Gata slinks from the ring. Kylie mounts a turnbuckle, waving to the crowd as Kristy cheers her on, the Corps chanting her name. Meanwhile, Gata stalks backwards up the aisle, her cruel gaze on both women as she knows that all good things come to those who wait.
WINNER: Kylie Sanders
