As she waited backstage, being counted down for her entrance, Dawn was a lot less nervous than last week, even though this week was a championship match. The simple fact was she hadn’t had to do any talking on the mic this week, and won’t have to for the rest of this feud, meaning she could work on her mic skills in private until next month, where she’ll have to take to the stage more.
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Dawn put her cap on. This time, she wasn’t wearing camo, but a black tank top and black shorts, along with grey boots. Her cap, though military style, was also black, and had several pins in it. The overall look was very punky. She wasn’t “That G.I. Jane nobody” this week. She was an ass-kicking legitimate contender.
Her
music started, and Sydney Ellis marched down the ramp to, there was no mistaking it, cheers. Was this what being a face felt like? It was amazing. Dawn would have to see about her chances for a turn somewhere down the line! But for now, she was Sydney Ellis. She did not smile as she carried on marching. She stopped on the ramp. There was a plant holding up a sign supporting Barbie. Sydney snatched it from the plant’s hands and carried it into the ring, whereupon she faced the hard camera and made a show of ripping it to shreds to a true face pop, then motioning around her waist. ‘I’m going to be the champion’, she was boldly claiming.
Watching from the gorilla position, Barbie sized up her soon-to-be opponent. She made note of the change in Sydney’s outfit style, foregoing the usual camo in favor blacks and grays. It was almost comical, how the top card wrestlers in AWE women's division seemed to be dividing into cliché high school stereotypes: the prep, the goth, the punk… what’s next? When Sydney ripped up the faux fan poster, Barbie let herself feel the anger at the action to pump her up.
The championship belt that was currently fastened around her waist was hers, and it would remain hers at the end of the day. It was time to go teach that girl who runs this show. To teach
all of them that Barbie Summers is on the top, and she will remain on top. Smirking at the surprise she had in store for everyone, Barbie lined herself up to take her strut down to the ring.
Instead of the hot bubble gum pink get ups that she usually wears, Barbie also changed her look this week, wearing a royal purple two piece ensemble, showcasing her best assets. Glittering gold boots that reach almost up to her knees match the golden crown that is emblazoned across the rear of her purple booty shorts. A lot like Sexton Love, Barbie’s character design is all about ‘sex sells’, albeit in a much more appealing way.
After last week’s callouts and Joy’s interview with Barbie, the audience knew who to expect in the ring next. The rumblings of hisses and boos started to the fill the stadium in preparation for the arrival of their favorite heel to hate. Said rumblings came to a sudden halt when the theme music started playing and, instead of the tinkling bells that fell into heavy metal riffs,
soft piano and a melodic voice filled airwaves.
The lyrics spoke volumes, Barbie wouldn’t have to say a single thing to get the message across. What she does, she does best. This was a sassy retort to all of the wrestlers (and fans) that accused her of fucking her way to the top. Maybe she did, maybe she didn’t, whichever it was… Barbie owned it. Knowing that all eyes were on her, including the most important pair of eyes from the other side of a TV screen states away, Miss Summers slowly danced her way down the runway. Dripping sex appeal, she sultrily moved her body to the song as she practically stripped her way to the ring.
Sliding up onto the canvas, Barbie’s smirk returned as she eyed up Sydney. Taking a few steps forward, she squared up to the other woman and looked down her nose at her as if she was nothing more than last week’s trash. Sydney, at first, snarled back, but then nodded, and sported the twitches of an amused grin at this display of taking pride in the fact that she did not get to this spot by fighting. As the girls shared a pre-match staredown, Barbie’s new theme music faded out on one final lyric.
This is my show…The bell rang, and the women locked up, both trying to show their dominance by overpowering the other in this test of strength. Though Sydney was undoubtedly pushing harder, Barbie was standing her ground by keeping low to avoid being pushed over. Sydney, with agility, speed and grace that she hadn’t shown that much, let go, slid behind Barbie and wrapped her arm around the champion’s throat, locking in a Standing Chokehold mere seconds into the match!
A finisher, this early on? It was a bold choice, and one that shocked both the crowd and Barbie. Struggling against the solid muscular arm of her opponent, Barbie gasped and elbowed into Sydney. The powerhouse was relentless, and Barbie knew that the ropes were her only way out of this before she turned blue. Elbowing harder now, Barbie forced her weight back into the other woman, causing them to stumble backwards towards the ropes.
Seizing the opportunity, Barbie darted her right hand out to grip the rope and the ref called it. Quick on her feet, Barbie turned so that she was now standing between Sydney and the referee. On impulse - and out of the ref’s sight - Barbie viciously poked her opponent in the eyes, as payback for the early chokehold. Summers usually fought fair, despite her heel status, but perhaps a new Barbie was on the rise now.
Sydney staggered back, clutching her face, shaking with rage. She shook her head as if to try and shake the sight back, looked right at Barbie, and then charged at her, though there was something off about her charge. Her eyes were still sore. She was literally charging blind.
Barbie felt the full force of Sydney as she slammed her weight into her. The punkish woman grabbed Barbie by the wrist and flicked her towards the ropes. Their bodies fell back towards the canvas together and Barbie hooked her arm under Sydney's knee in a roll-up. Sydney kicked out of the move after a 1-count from the ref.
Once again seizing the moment, Barbie went in for another hold. Another statement to be made. Barbie wrapped both of her own legs around Sydney’s left and let her knees fall to the canvas. Deftly rolling into the maneuver and pretzeling their legs together, Barbie had Sydney in one of her signature submissions - the same one that the punk had tried out on Morgana last week. Loud enough for the ring mics to pick up, Barbie taunted her.
“This is my move, sweetie.”Sydney gritted her teeth and shook her head, writhing around in the hold, before she turned onto her side and looked behind her. She was in reach of the ropes! With a Herculean surge of willpower, she pulled herself, and Barbie, towards the ropes, and resisted Barbie’s attempts to pull back with the sheer strength of her arms. Almost...there...She reached the ropes! Grabbing a tight hold of them and then collapsing as she waited for Barbie to let go, or for the ref to make her let go.
Barbie held onto the hold, wearing Sydney down for as long as she could. It wasn’t until the ref screamed warnings into her ear that Barbie finally released her grip. Sydney pulled away and Barbie stood up, taking a few steps back to calculate her next moves, and waiting for the other wrestler to recover.
Sydney got to her feet shakily. Her legs were not unaffected by that hold. Nevertheless, one rope break each. They were back to square one. Stalemate. Sydney got very close to the champ, staring her down again. Their foreheads were touching, and hate shined in the eyes of both wrestlers, as it dawned on them both that to put the other away would not be as easy a task as first thought.
They lock-up again, and this time, the powerhouse succeeds in pushing the now slightly more worn out champion back towards the turnbuckle. Barbie glared at the other wrestler as she felt the padded turnbuckle press into her back. With a flash of determination in her eyes, the reigning champion kicked at Sydney’s legs, wearing them down even more. Barbie knocked her prone on the floor.
Staring down at Sydney, Barbie took a moment to look up at the crowd. They were loud and thirsty for violence, and Barbie indulged them. The blonde bombshell threw her knees into Sydney’s exposed midsection, Summersaulted forward and then flipped back in a
Rewind the Clip. This was another signature move, one which really put her background in gymnastics on center-stage.
Barbie stood above the woman once more. Breathing heavily from the exertion of the match thus far. Even so, the blonde still smiled, drinking in the sight of the damage that she’d inflicted. Circling the prone wrestler, Barbie kicked at her abdomen again, urging her to get up. When Sydney didn’t, Barbie saw the opportunity to end this right here and now, if Sydney truly didn’t have any fight left in her - which she doubted was the case. Barbie fell down into the other wrestler, hooking Sydney's left leg up in the crook of left elbow while Barbie’s right arm was pressed into the side of Sydney’s throat, pinning her in place.
Sydney kicked up out of the pin rather quickly, without there even being enough time for the ref to start a count. Barbie backed off for the moment, stepping aside while Sydney recovered. Ever the showwoman, Barbie approached the referee and snatched a mic from him. Sydney was up on her knees now, panting and catching her breath.
Grabbing a fistfull of the other blonde’s hair, Barbie yanked Syndey’s head up to face her fully as she spoke.
“You look good down there on your knees. A simple peasant, bowing before the Queen.” She smiled proudly at the taunt.
“Why don’t you just give up already? Your war is over, soldier. Surrender the fight, just like you surrendered your uniform.”Sydney has clearly heard as much as she could stand, as she immediately knocks the mic out of Barbie’s hands, stands up and grabs
her by the hair, then hits a BFT, causing Barbie to stagger back. Sydney then picks up the mic and raises it to her mouth. There was silence as it looked like she was about to reply, but instead she simply threw a punch with the hand holding the mic so that it (appeared to) hit Barbie square in the forehead. Sydney discarded the mic, and lifted the champ over her head in a Gorilla Press, as if she weighed nothing, before throwing her out of the ring, to a large cheer.
She followed her out, sliding under the ropes, and picked the Plastic Princess up off the floor, before throwing stiff punches at her. Barbie returned the favour, throwing punches at Sydney’s head in return, and going so far as to pull the powerhouse’s hair. All the while the ref counted them down. Sydney, still recovering from the blows and the hair-pulling, was in a daze, while Barbie rolled back into the ring as the Ref shouted “Seven!” and proceeded to deal with her pain there. Sydney took a few more moments to recover, then slid under the bottom rope and back into the ring just after the shout of “Nine!”
Both women were breathing heavily and nursing their wounds now. This fight was long, hard, and well-matched. The crowd was alive with energy, cheering the wrestlers on in their brutality. Encouraged by their support, Barbie was the first to get to her feet in the ring. Once Sydney was up as well, Barbie used her stamina and impressive airborne athleticism in the form of a
Full Moon. Barbie ran at Sydney, turning at the last second, twisting and throwing her body high into the air and leaving Sydney with face full of ass.
Kiss the crown, baby.Sydney staggered, almost as if she was about to fall onto her back, then regained her footing and swung a devastating looking right hook into Barbie’s perfect face. Sydney refuses to give the champ and inch, and runs to the ropes, rebounding and attempting to run through Barbie with a clothesline.
The reigning queen ducks in time to dodge Sydney’s stiff, waiting arm. Sliding along the canvas, Barbie reversed the move and rebounded off the ropes to clip Sydney’s throat with a clothesline instead. Using the wrestler’s moment of shock to her advantage, Barbie threw her out of the ring to buy herself some recovery time.
Barbie was panting with exhaustion when Sydney slid back into the ring - looking equally as worn out. Sydney was strong, her body was one of the most well-oiled machines in the business - for the women, at least. It was impressive, and Barbie knew that if she wanted to have any hope at ending this soon, she would have to do it by wearing down those toned muscles. Without her strength, Sydney was nothing.
Before Sydney could get to her feet, Barbie slid over to keep her grounded on the canvas. After a few moments of struggling between the women, Barbie caught Sydney in a
Pole Dancer. Straddling the shoulder of Sydney’s dominant arm, Barbie pulled back on her wrist, increasing the intensity of the hold.
The placement of the wrestlers wasn’t the most ideal for Barbie’s hold. Center ring was the most effective, and they were currently positioned close to the edge, where Sydney had just climbed up. Sydney squirmed beneath Barbie’s hips and managed to wriggle her way to a ropes.
Frustrated by the rope break, Barbie pulled Sydney further from the edge of the canvas. Being as strong as she was, Barbie couldn’t force Sydney very far, as she was fighting back. Despite how little distance they had made it from the ropes, Barbie went in for another
Pole Dancer, this time on Sydney’s non-dominant arm. Even though she managed another rope break, Barbie was proud of the work she’d done in grinding her opponent down.
It was time to finish this, once and for all. Barbie would have Sydney seeing stars, just like she had promised in last week’s interview. Barbie climbed up onto the top ropes, straddled the turnbuckle, and prepared to attempt one of her aerial finishers.
By this time, Sydney had gotten back to her feet, and hyped herself back up with some face-slapping and angry screaming. She looked up at Barbie, beckoning her down with her hand. The message was clear. She was ready for Barbie’s aerial move. She would catch her.
Barbie stared down at the dark-clad wrestler. There was a ferocity in her gaze, a readiness. If she tried to land a
Seeing Stars now, she had no doubt that she’d be caught, and would most likely suffer some serious damage in the process. And so, much to the shock of everyone in the crowd, Barbie stepped down for what might be the first time in her AWE history.
The moment Barbie’s feet touched the canvas again. Sydney was waiting with a rolling wheel kick to the champ’s head, knocking her into the corner. Sydney then grabbed the champ, escorted her to the center of the ring, and raised her arm. She was calling for the Jackhammer!
However, while Barbie’s head was locked in Sydney Ellis’ arm, as the soldier did an arm raised taunt, distracted by the moment of finishing the monarch off, a snake slid into the ring, with malevolent spite written all over her face. Too fast for anyone to react, nothing massively showy, but still caused the crowd to go into an uproar, Morgana reminded the audience, her audience, why they loved her. She
knew where she came from.
While Sydney was changing Barbie’s position to where the Plastic’s arm was rested around her neck, giving a clear moment where her grip on the doll wasn’t as tight as it could be, the sorceress swiftly gave a 360-degree spin, her pink locks whipping with her turn, and ended it with a sharp strike with her outer elbow straight to Sydney Ellis’ face. This was not her move. Actually, it was her father’s
Maw Elbow Smash. The only other time Morgana used this move was when she earned the title. While the soldier fell fast onto her back, the witch glared at Barbie and fiercely screeched,
“Well?!” And for the first time in Morgana’s career, the audience witnessed her assisting Barbie. Regardless of the history between them and her intentions, this was a monumental moment.
They had thought they’d seen it all, then suddenly the entire audience gasped in unison at what happened next. In an even more shocking twist, the gothic wrestler extended her hand to the fallen blonde. The cameras panned to Barbie’s face as she acted out the perfect expression of shock and distrust. It was acting, of course, as this stunt was an idea the girls had cooked up together at Joy’s little gathering last week. With Morgana’s helping hand grasped firmly, Barbie brought herself back up to her feet.
The camaraderie was cut short, as they released each other’s hands and Barbie stared down her opponent. Ever the
opportunist - as many fans and wrestlers alike often cheekily pointed out - Summers rolled in for a pin on the grounded ex-soldier. The ref slid and fervently slapped the canvas with a thunderous open palm - one, two, THREE! Winning like this burned at Barbara’s inherent pride, the crowd would no doubt eat this up, and she would be once again painted as the wrestler who couldn’t win without someone else’s assistance. For the sake of the story, though, she persevered. A win was a win, and the title would remain hers for a little while longer. As it should.
Sydney came back to her senses. That elbow had knocked her out cold. She looked up to see that Morgana had interfered, Barbie had capitalised and won the match, but most startling to her was that they’d been working together! The downed powerhouse looked up at both of them in shock, first one, then the other. Two of the more powerful heels of the roster united against her. It was almost enough to scare the soldier. Almost. She got to her feet and stared them both down, first Barbie, then Morgana, though not saying a thing. She was simply stunned to silence.
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