Post by EmmaWoods007 on May 17, 2019 9:40:00 GMT
MICKEY GOLD Vs. ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ
MICKEY GOLD
ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ
…For Mickey Gold, a career in Professional Wrestling had always been a longshot, but as she had proven from day one, the Hardest Working Woman in FAWN had never been afraid to go the extra mile. Rise and rise again had become a personal motto and, regardless of the hurdles placed before her, she was never going to give up on her aspirations, no matter how many people insisted that she should.
If one were to count the naysayers however, none would be found in this particular arena, at least not in the audience as they brought their collective voices together, belting out three words in rapid unison.
“BET! ON! GOLD! BET! ON! GOLD! BET! ON! GOLD! BET! ON! GOLD!”
With Alejandra’s head neatly tucked beneath one of her shoulders, Mickey spared the briefest of moments to raise her free hand high in salute, before setting off at a brisk run. Reluctantly, Fernandez was dragged right along with her, the larger lightweight folded forwards as she stumbled in the gold clad grapplers wake. The moment they hit centre ring, Mickey leapt and swung her legs out forwards, both gravity and momentum lending her a helping hand in forcibly PLANTING her adversaries features into the canvas by way of Bulldog!!
RUNNING BULLDOG
www.youtube.com/watch?v=s-DlvZjnzxc
The brunette’s pert buttocks hit the canvas at the same time as Alejandra’s forehead, and there was no debate at all as to who enjoyed the landing more, Fernandez’s own backside jolting up into the air before she slumped into a puddle on the mat.
Mickey, riding the momentum, was back on her own feet again in no time, bringing her hands together with a clap as she beat a rapid path to the nearest corner. So prompted, the FAWNatics returned to their chanting as she dipped her lightweight physique through the top and middle ropes before beginning to climb the turnbuckles, clearly intent on perching herself upon the highest point within the squared circle.
“BET! ON! GOLD! BET! ON! GOLD! BET! ON! GOLD! BET! ON! GOLD!”
Mickey raised her hand again…
…and released a startled shout, one that was accompanied by a dismayed cry from the watching audience!!
Before anyone could voice a warning, Daisy LeMay, Alejandra’s partner in crime, had hoped up onto the ring and, grabbing the brunette by her ankle, YANKED her free from her precarious pedestal. Tripped so devilishly, Mickey plummeted to earth with worrying velocity, many in the front rows looking away as her knee CRACKED!! against the apron.
DAISY LEMAY
Gold yelped, her right stem spasming almost violently as she collapsed over onto her side, cradling her stunned limb as she curled up into a ball, her face a mask of anguish as she struggled to process the pain, rocking ever so slightly on the apron.
Like a red-handed bandit, Daisy darted away from the scene of the crime, the pink laced, cherub cheeked sinner holding her hands up innocently and looking as aghast as everyone else did at ringside. If that wasn’t enough to rile up the FAWNatics, the Official admitting that he had failed to notice the infraction during a moment of inattention threatened to push the packed arena right over the edge into an open revolt.
LeMay continued to protest her innocence (and, to her credit, she most certainly looked the part), whilst the man in black and white could do little more than warn her away from the ailing brunette still swaddling her stem.
He wasn’t the only one who had been left in the dark as to what had transpired, Fernandez however just didn’t give a damn about it, massaging her throbbing jaw as she shoved past the Official. How Gold had ended up in such a mess was irrelevant, all that mattered was that she took advantage of it.
The front rows were calling foul even before she ducked between the top and middle ropes in order to join Mickey on the apron, but the stoic enforcer of Bad Reputation wasn’t paying any attention to their shouts of descent. If they were upset now, they were going to be in need of counselling before all was said and done.
Scraping Mickey off the deck, Alejandra forced the beloved underdog back up onto her feet, the brunette hopping perilously one leg as she tried valiantly to push through the pain. Securing her opponent in a firm, front headlock, Fernandez captured one of the crowd favourites arms, slinging it over her shoulders as she prepared to power the lithe lightweight up and over with a Snap Suplex!
Exercising her greater power, she popped Gold up…
…but not quite over, the FAWNatics catching their breadth as the enforced ascent of the hardest working woman in wrestling stalled at the midway point. Alejandra grimaced with her adversary suspended pedicular with the apron, but momentum was not on her side, not as Mickey crunched her trim tummy and, with wild determination, suddenly whipped her own trajectory in reverse, swinging herself like a pendulum as she secured a front headlock of her own!
Caught off balance and unable to secure her cargo, it was Alejandra that now found herself being ripped forwards and, before she knew what was happening, it was her cranium that was SPIKED into the hardest part of the ring with a resounding DDT!!
APRON SUPLEX/DDT COUNTER: @6:31
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wwBgl03LXhU
Gold, for her own part, completely missed the apron entirely, her descent taking her all the way down to the barely padded concrete far below but, with the THUNK!! of her opponents’ noggin being nailed into the deck echoing about the arena, she didn’t feel too bad about her own landing. In comparison, Alejandra both rolled and flopped down onto the concrete herself, arriving at her destination in a boneless heap as the muscles in her back spasmed.
Granted at least a few moments of reprieve, Mickey winced as she continued to cradle her knee, rolling over onto her side before she struggled to get back up. Try as she might, it did not want to cooperate, and the Official was throwing a great deal of concern in her direction.
“I’m fine,” Gold insisted with commendable conviction, waving off his concerns as much as she could. “I can push through it, I can!”
A claim that would certainly be put to the test quickly enough, Alejandra already rising up onto her own hands and knees and shaking her head. Sturdier by design, Fernandez was recovering far faster, forcing the indomitable Mickey to grimace as she FORCED herself up to standing, the FAWNatics raising their voices in support.
“Hold on now,” Daisy interjected herself into Gold’s personal space as the latter grit her teeth together and hobbled in a short half circle. Those in the front rows protested the intervention by the Babyfaced Killer, but she scarcely paid attention to them at the best of times, and so the cherub cheeked blonde continued to run interference, making herself as ‘big’ as she could between her partner and her opponent, “let’s not get carried away, we don’t want anyone going back on the shelf now, do we?”
Mickey, it seemed, took exception to the implied threat, furrowing her brow as she suddenly launched forwards into a sprint, her right stem BURNING with every pace.
Daisy, her own baby blues opening wide in surprise, prepared to ‘accidently’ tackle the brunette to the ground, only for Gold to dive forwards into a delightful roll, bypassing her entirely! Popping right back out of it without missing a beat, the FAWNatics positively WHOOPED!! in support as she zeroed in on the bowed Alejandra, and used the other girls own posted stem as a pedestal before CRACKING!! her wounded knee straight into Fernandez’s exposed jaw!!
SHINING WIZARD
www.youtube.com/watch?v=THUAAQiFMnw
Following her head snapping sideways, Alejandra dropped to the concrete in a sunned heap, Mickey continuing to fly on past before stumbling to a stop.
Predictably enough, beyond knocking her opponent senseless, the blow had done Gold few favours, her leg threatening to give out even as she secured her footing. She hopped with a sharp yelp, the wince that flashed across her features breaking the hearts of those close enough to see it, but with a tightening of her jaw, she forced the protesting limb to do her bidding…
…even as she turned about to find an increasingly irate Daisy waiting!!
She didn’t hesitate to see what Cherub Cheeked Sinner had in mind this time, and no-one in the audience could much blame her, Mickey responding to her instincts and ducking low, shoving her shoulder into the tummy of the blonde who had been intent on getting all up in her face. LeMay both gulped and yelped as Gold quickly straightened her posture, popping the second Lightweight up off the deck and strapping her down tight in a Fireman’s Carry in the process.
The additional weight did force an additional shimmy to shake her protesting, right stem, but Mickey didn’t need to keep her startled cargo aloft for long, not as she turned about and dropped suddenly to the side. Pushing up on her passengers stems at the same time the duo descended, Gold DROVE Daisy’s head and shoulders into the barely padded concrete, much to the delight of the watching FAWNatics!
SHOW STOPPER DRIVER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=n5bLzNr-0hM
Any further protests from LeMay were predictably short lived, the veteran pooling in a splayed heap, her bountiful bosom heaving as her eyelids fluttered erratically.
Mickey rolled away from the landing and, as she popped back up onto her feet, it was to no-one’s surprise that she did so with an even greater grimace, the young woman almost toppling right on back over before she braced one of her hands against the apron. With support secured, Gold was gifted a few short moments to inhale deeply, tentatively applying greater and greater pressure to her damaged knee, the audience themselves willing those tendons to heal…
…before a recovered Alejandra BLASTED!! Mickey in the back!!
With a frustrated shout, the Prototype had charged, planting a bone rattling forearm smash to her opponents’ blindside, sending her sprawling from the blow to her noggin, rendering her attempts to recover moot.
Those closest to ringside pelted Fernandez with protests, but she was evidently filing them under ‘don’t give a damn’ as she patently ignored them, circling her stunned opponent as she rolled one shoulder and then the other. Mind made up, she ducked low and scraped the ailing Mickey off the deck, wrapping one arm about the girl’s shoulders before jabbing the other piston between Gold’s thighs. She scooped her into the air with worrying ease, and quickly turned the Hardest Working Women in FAWN about upside down with the floor.
“You were something special in the Jungle,” Alejandra growled, referring to their time in Developmental, “but up here, your nothing but a cautionary tale!”
With a HEAVE, Fernandez THREW her unwilling cargo down and PLANTED the former, Jungle Champion into the concrete across her back, the petite brunette inhaling sharply as her lithe frame popped up into a sharp arch. She slumped moments after, her bosom rising and falling with worrying irregularity.
BODYSLAM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Njphol73zw
“Alright Alejandra, that’s enough,” the Official warned from inside the squared circle, feeling that he had been more than generous with the young women who had insisted on taking matters outside of the ring. The last person he wanted to be, was to be the latest Official to send the fiercely determined, perpetually unlucky, Mickey Gold back to the infirmary for an extended stay. “Bring it back in.”
Almost impassively, Fernandez looked down at the sprawled brunette at her feet, before first turning her gaze to the down and out Daisy and then back to the man in black and white. Rolling one shoulder, and then the other, the Hardbody Lightweight seemingly came to a decision, reaching down to grab her opponent by her mane and dragging the limp limbed, crowd favourite back up to vertical just long enough to grab an exposed thigh and forcibly shove the other young woman back into the ring.
Following moments after, Alejandra continued to roll Gold towards centre circle with the heel of her boot, centring her composure once she had reached the desired spot. She reached down as Mickey was beginning to find her hands and knees, bullying the Hardest Working Woman in Wrestling back up to vertical…
…where Gold continued to demonstrate her infallible work ethic by refusing to give up, releasing a pent-up shout of determination as she PISTONED her pained knee right up into her adversary’s gut!
Alejandra folded forwards, her eyes widening in surprise as a pained grunt of air escaped from her body, but while she threatened to fall down, she refused to topple over.
That, as it turned out, was more than good enough for Mickey, the brunette slinging one Fernandez’s arms up over her shoulders whilst circling her own about her opponent’s waist. Following a sharp inhale to bury down her own pain, Gold heaved her involuntary cargo up and over with a beautiful Northern Lights Suplex!
It wasn’t enough though, not for Gold, continuing to pop herself up and over even as her opponent was sent crashing down onto the mat. Her feet re-secured, Mickey inhaled again, this time all but screaming as her kneecap threatened to pop, the FAWNatics at ringside enraptured as she all but dead lifted the enforcer of Bad Reputation back off the canvas and lifted up to vertical, upside down with the floor.
Her right leg gave a shimmy, but then the brunette dropped exactly as she intended to, slinging Alejandra down with her to PLANT!! the crown of her skull right into the mat with a blistering Brainbuster!!
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX/BRAINBUSTER COMBO
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t4kSD4tOKi4
The ring rattled and Fernandez spasmed into a splayed starfish, her head lolling sideways as Mickey threw herself over the top of her flattened frame to secure a desperate pinfall…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The FAWNatics erupted and Gold rolled free from her perch, settling on sitting as her slender shoulders heaved with exertion, her knee protesting like a mother f*cker even as she wasn’t putting weight on it. She closed her eyes and rode out the white-hot sensations stabbing at her right leg as adrenaline bled slowly from her body.
A different sensation began to wash over her however as the crowd continued chanting, the One and Only Mickey Gold looking up and sighing in relief. As the Official stepped over to see if she wanted assistance in standing, she shook her head and got up by herself, limping with visible effort as she zeroed in on the closest set of turnbuckles. Mickey climbed them one at a time before closing her eyes, raising her right hand high to the rafters as she did so, letting the moment sink in as the small arena showered her with appreciation.
“BET! ON! GOLD! BET! ON! GOLD! BET! ON! GOLD! BET! ON! GOLD!”
ALEXIS ATLANTIC Vs. CARLA CRASH
ALEXIS ATLANTIC
CARLA CRASH
…Much like two weeks prior, Carla Crash hoisted Alexis Atlantic all the way up to a stalling sitting position atop her shoulders, muscling the smaller blonde into a precarious position at centre ring. Unlike two weeks prior, however, she forgoes the need for the ‘stalling’ part of the equation and, instead of allowing the Little Lioness the opportunity to scrap her way to freedom, she sent her cargo hurtling right back down to the canvas!
Many of the FAWNatics found themselves forced to look away as the All-American Ass Kicker was driven back first into the canvas, the ring rattling as the young woman shuddered with a groan before she was almost immediately match booked up into a pin. Carla threw all of her weight down atop Atlantic, leaving nothing to chance following the emphatic Powerbomb!
POWERBOMB PIN: @1:24
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wy-pOPvYFT4&t=382s
ONE!
TWO!!
Alexis grimaced with resolve as she shoved up with the entirety of her lower body, forcibly popping her way out of the tight ball she had been curled up into.
Carla dropped down to sitting beside the defiant blonde, arms slumped over the top of her bent knees and sporting an expression that was distinctly sour. She snorted with annoyance before the Official compounded her irritation further by reminding her that he had only reached the count of two, holding up the appropriate number of digits to her features as though she were some manner of simpleton.
She glowered in his direction and he soon got the point, backing off to a safe distance after Carla slung herself back up to standing, reaching down to grasp her opponent by the scruff of her neck. The Hollywood Hooligan showed the former Marine precisely zero respect as she woman handled the blonde back up to vertical, stuffing the winded competitor up tight into one corner.
Just as it looked like Alexis was going to say otherwise, Crash delivered a stiff punch to her adversary’s temple, knocking the girl senseless and convincing her to stay put.
Satisfied that her opponent wasn’t about to go anywhere, Carla took the long way around the squared circle, almost dismissively slapping her palm down atop one turnbuckle on her way past, before arriving at the corner opposite her foes. With the peepers of Atlantic still suitably half lidded, the shell-shocked young woman’s arms draped almost passively over the top ropes, Carla finally built up some momentum, launching into a sprint that closed the distance in no time!
The FAWNatics cried out a warning, but it was obvious that it fell on deaf ears, Crash SLAMMING the entirety of her larger physique into the Lightweight with bone rattling force.
Both compressed and battered, Atlantic exhaled a loud, audible groan following the Avalanche Splash, her head bobbing forwards as she slumped back against the turnbuckles, the knees of the Little Lioness shaking with a visible shimmy.
Carla held the smaller woman’s head up by the chin, turning her noggin one way and then the other before leaning forwards. “I’m sorry, what was that?” she questioned, turning her own head sideways as though listening, before a sneer of contempt revealed the truth. “That’s what I thought,” she dismissed the All-American Ass Kicker by swatting her cheek, turning her back on the Marine and, once again, taking the long way around the squared circle.
Arriving at her destination, she prepared to line up again…
…Only for Atlantic to launch out of her own corner and sprint across the ring, catching Crash wide eyed in surprise as she launched her petite mass into a thunderous Dropkick!!
AVALANCHE SPLASH FOLLOWED BY DROPKICK: @0:22
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wwBgl03LXhU
The FAWNatics positively WHOOPED!! as the soles of her boots connected with the underside of Carla’s jaw, the Hollywood Hooligan recoiling as though she had been hit by a jackhammer! She THUNKED back into her own corner, both stunned and disoriented as she took her own turn to drape her arms up and over the top ropes, her eyes blinking furiously as she struggled to catch up.
Alexis, meanwhile, hit the deck with bit of a THUNK, the miniature blonde staying there for several moments following her landing and wincing in visible pain. When it became obvious that she would not be immediately getting back up, the FAWNatics grew concerned that she had just spent all of the adrenaline that she had spare, but they found full voices quickly enough when the All-American Ass Kicker reached out and grasped the bottom rope.
With a grimace, she pulled herself upright, her own features a mask of determination as she regained her footing and, with a clenched fist pumping, turned herself about. With a war cry that had been refined on an actual battlefield, Atlantic launched into a renewed sprint and, just as Carla was about to recover, the blonde NAILED!! her with a second Dropkick!
Only she wasn’t done, back on her feet almost as soon as she hit the canvas, Alexis was now pumping both of her fists as she swiftly turned about. Carla was still rebounding from the turnbuckles when Atlantic zeroed back in on her for a third time, the FAWNatics letting loose a ROAR as she completed the trifactor of Dropkicks, enough to leave even the staunchest of opponents stunned and disorientated.
DOUBLE RUNNING DROPKICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1Q8glIux0Y
Carla, her chest heaving from a bout of distressed hacking stumbled haphazardly from the corner, the shimmy in her thighs taking her trajectory this way and that, but never quite all the way down to the canvas. Perhaps it would have gone better for her if she had done, for Alexis was firing on all cylinders now, the All-American Ass Kicker lining her up for the kill.
Positioned with her back up against the turnbuckles, Atlantic leaned low and began pumping both of her fists up into the air, the FAWNatics taking their cue and filling the air with her mantra…
“F*CK! YEAH! F*CK! YEAH! F*CK! YEAH! F*CK! YEAH! F*CK! YEAH!”
…before she spied her opportunity and…
…the lights went out!!
Up and down the entirety of the small arena, the crowd gasped in surprise (and more than a little worry), as the hall was plunged into a state of impenetrable darkness. Many a concerned whisper began bouncing off the walls before a loud CLANG!! followed by a meaty GROAN!! from Alexis Atlantic alerted them that something had gone terribly wrong inside the squared circle.
The lights came up almost as soon as the blinded audience began to cry fowl and, much to their despair, the Little Lioness was laid out on the canvas, the victim of an unseen ambush. To their surprise, however, Carla appeared to be as equally perplexed by these chain of events as they were, the Hollywood Hooligan looking about as the sat on the mat and ran a hand through her half shaven scalp.
It didn’t last, it couldn’t, not as Crash returned her full attention to the suddenly exposed Atlantic, a scowl curling up her features as she surged her way back up to standing. This time, she wasted not a moment in zeroing in on her opponent, Alexis gamely trying to find her hands and knees before Crash grabbed her by her hair and YANKED her noggin forwards to be squeezed between her opponents’ thighs.
Clearly dazed, the Little Lioness issued not even an iota of resistance as Carla secured an Underhook of one of her arms before collecting the other, bracing her own posture before muscling the smaller woman off the deck. With the crown of Atlantics noggin soon pointing directly down towards the earth, and the soles of her boots directed towards the rafters, Crash DROPPED down to sitting and PLANTED!! her opponents head clean into the barely yielding plywood!!
REALITY CHECK: @4:09
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wy-pOPvYFT4&t=382s
With the entirety of her petite physique jack knifing into a sharp spasm, Alexis was momentarily rigid as a board before she puddled into a heap on the canvas, a distinctly dismissive Carla swinging herself about to straddle the other young woman’s hips. Grabbing her wrists, she pressed them down against the mat, as the Official dropped down to begin counting.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The moment the bell rang, Carla had no intention on indulging on ceremony, earning herself a fresh round of boos as she grabbed the All-American Ass Kicker by her blonde mane and yanking her blank eyed noggin off the deck. Holding her in place, she landed not one, but TWO vicious punches between the defenceless girls half lidded eyes, scornfully snarling as she did so.
“Fuck! You!!”
Scarcely satisfied, Crash removed herself from her submissive perch and patently ignored the protesting Official, taking herself over to the closest set of ring ropes. Exhaling deeply with exertion, she grasped the top coil with one hand before turning her gaze to the closed curtains, running her free hand through her half shaven scalp as she did so.
Carla was as much in the dark as everyone as to what had just occurred this evening, and she wasn’t convinced that she enjoyed the notion of owing anyone anything without knowing their intentions…
MARY SINCLAIR Vs. ISABELLA KANE
MARY SINCLAIR
ISABELLA KANE
…As one of the smallest competitors counted amongst the FAWN ranks, Mary’s most frequent ally had proven to be momentum. Tonight, however, that particular mistress had abandoned her or, to be more precise, it had been taken from her by force.
“Well now,” Isabella purred, her every, silky syllable laced with precise pronunciation as she tipped, tapped the tips of her fingers over the top of her opponent’s trim tummy. That same, sleek midriff was pulled taunt as the cherry topped Brit within her embrace was painfully arched backwards, her back curling as she was ensnared within a Dragon Sleeper, pretty peepers fluttering as her body trembled. “Aren’t you a delectable, little treat?”
Mary puffed out her cheeks, not exactly liking the tone of condescension, tugging on her opponent’s restrictive limb as she valiantly made an effort to escape.
Isabella was having none of it, her expression souring with just the smallest of tics twitching the side of her lips, and she grabbed her opponents’ belt with her free hand. Bending her knees for just a moment, the taller Kane inhaled a deep breath before popping back up straight with a surge of effort, hauling the Middle Sinclair Sibling right off her sneakers and flipping up and over. For just the briefest of moments, Mary was held aloft peduncular with the canvas, her toes pointing towards the ceiling, her noggin towards the mat, before Isabella brought her crashing back down to earth, the little read head hitting the deck front forwards!
DRAGON SLEEPER SUPLEX: @5:58
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nXr6Rk7x5hQ
Mary bounced the moment that she was released, a heady groan escaping from her smaller body as the impact almost popped her up onto her knees. She toppled just before then however, flopping back down onto her side as the FAWNatics looked away, her expression winded as her opponent, almost languidly, rolled her fellow Brit over onto her back and secured an indulgent pin.
ONE!
TW…
Mary kicked out, the FAWNatics renewing their support with a fresh cheer as the Timid Princess rolled her way to safety.
Isabella, however, looked backwards over her shoulder as she remained sitting on the canvas, shaking her head at the inherent futility of the commoner’s resistance. “This will proceed far more pleasantly,” she explained, as though chiding an unruly child, “if you were to remember your place.”
For her own part, the little red head was back up onto her hands and knees, shaking her head in a manner that could have been an act of defiance, or merely an attempt to shake out the cobwebs. Either way, due to her opponents own lethargic display of arrogance, she was actually getting back up onto her feet more swiftly than the Crimson Queen.
Isabella was unconcerned, deftly demonstrating why as, after watching her opponent slowly find one foot after the other, like some manner of struggling baby deer, Kane shook her head once again before sleekly coiling her way back up to vertical. “I tried the carrot, dear,” she explained, pacing on over to her adversary, “but it would seem that the stick is in ord…”
She didn’t get the chance to finish her sentence, not as Mary SURGED back into life as only a Babyface could manage, and positively LAUNCHED her right stem upwards to PLANT the sole of her sneaker clean beneath the chin of her unguarded opponent! With a SMACK that was audible several rows back, Isabella’s head was snapped backwards, her whole body spasming from the blistering impact, the FAWNatics positively erupting at the sight of Mary mimicking her beloved elder sibling to deliver a beautiful kick.
BORROWED SAMMIE KICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fteXABNtdzQ
Kane did not quite fall to the deck, either the aristocrat made of sterner stuff than most, or the Middle Sinclair didn’t quite possess the same leg power as the People’s Princess, but she did stumble this way and that with a glassy expression as she threatened to topple at any moment. Instead, she collided with a set of turnbuckles, grimacing as she slumped into them and rubbed her jaw.
Incredulous, Isabella leaned heavily against the ropes before turning herself unsteadily about, her eyes screaming murder as she resisted the urge to check that all of her immaculate teeth were still intact. She began to open her throbbing jaw to administer a stern reprimand, before she suddenly tensed with visible shock.
Mary was not only still on her feet, but the Timid Princess was running, pointing both of her hands up into the air before she began sprinting. With a pitter, patter of her (totally lucky) sneakers dashing across the canvas, the little red head threw herself into a leap at the last moment, shouting out with an adorable cry before leading the way with her knee.
JUMPING KNEE STRIKE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZEN9_6F-Pk
With a CRACK, she planted the bony joint flush against her opponent’s temple, Isabella’s head snapping away from the impact for a second time in quick succession, the Crimson Queen suddenly reeling as she slumped heavily in her corner. She dropped down far enough to slump her buttocks down on the middle turnbuckle, her arms draping backwards over the top ropes.
Mary on the other hand was looking better by the moment, rebounding from the attack with a skip in her step as she beat a fast track to the opposite corner. She turned herself about and the Upstart crouched low as she resisted the urge to hop from one foot to the other, her tummy suddenly a tumble of nerves. The little red head puffed out her cheeks and battled with her many insecurities, before nodding to herself in personal affirmation, willing herself to possess the same self confidence that seemed to come so naturally to her siblings.
She shot off at a sprint, zeroing in on her target as the FAWNatics propelled her forwards with their collective cheers, the small arena filled with their support as she leapt into a second flying knee…
…Which Isabella sidestepped as she suddenly surged to life, revealing that she was not quite as shell shocked as she appeared as she avoided the collision. Evasion wasn’t enough, however, not for the Crimson Queen, Kane snagging her opponent by the back of her noggin as she sailed past and, with a vindictive shove, she PLANTED her fellow Brits noggin into the top turnbuckle with a brain rattling THUNK!
This time it was Mary who stumbled away, bright eyes bleary as she stumbled this way and that, on the verge of tumbling over as she blindly spiralled about the squared circle. By the time she had completed her small spiral, Isabella had massaged her aching jaw with incredulity, and was waiting for her cargo to return.
While the FAWNatics announced a vocal warning, Mary was momentarily in no condition to hear it, her gaze still vacant as Isabella all but gutted the smaller woman with a swift punt to her exposed midriff. Sinclair folded forwards with a loud GRUNT of escaping air and, in her winded state, offered little further protest as Kane pulled her forwards into a front headlock. Grabbing Mary by her belt, the aristocrat then hauled her up off the deck, the red heads stems popping up and around her opponents supporting hips, completing the cradle.
At centre ring, Isabella spiralled in a slow, indulgent circle for her own benefit before she THREW herself backwards and NAILING the crown of her opponent’s noggin into the deck with a brutal DDT!!
DETHRONER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2nQPYmx1sHQ
As forcibly compacted as it was, Mary’s small body spasmed as much as it was able before she slumped into a limp puddle, her thighs still twitching for several moments following the collision. She flopped over onto her side the second that she was released, and Kane wasted little time in rolling her onto her back. A heartbeat later, the Crimson Queen was straddling the hips of the Timid Princess, her palms placed down firmly on the girl’s shoulders, tossing her own hair back over her shoulder in a dominant display.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
Isabella curled her back like an intensely pleased feline, exhaling slowly with intense pleasure, the tip of her fingers gently turning Mary’s slumbering features one way and then the other, savouring the look of another scalp claimed in the squared circle. The FAWNatics had been left feeling deflated by her victory while she, however, could not have been more elated.
MICKEY GOLD
ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ
…For Mickey Gold, a career in Professional Wrestling had always been a longshot, but as she had proven from day one, the Hardest Working Woman in FAWN had never been afraid to go the extra mile. Rise and rise again had become a personal motto and, regardless of the hurdles placed before her, she was never going to give up on her aspirations, no matter how many people insisted that she should.
If one were to count the naysayers however, none would be found in this particular arena, at least not in the audience as they brought their collective voices together, belting out three words in rapid unison.
“BET! ON! GOLD! BET! ON! GOLD! BET! ON! GOLD! BET! ON! GOLD!”
With Alejandra’s head neatly tucked beneath one of her shoulders, Mickey spared the briefest of moments to raise her free hand high in salute, before setting off at a brisk run. Reluctantly, Fernandez was dragged right along with her, the larger lightweight folded forwards as she stumbled in the gold clad grapplers wake. The moment they hit centre ring, Mickey leapt and swung her legs out forwards, both gravity and momentum lending her a helping hand in forcibly PLANTING her adversaries features into the canvas by way of Bulldog!!
RUNNING BULLDOG
www.youtube.com/watch?v=s-DlvZjnzxc
The brunette’s pert buttocks hit the canvas at the same time as Alejandra’s forehead, and there was no debate at all as to who enjoyed the landing more, Fernandez’s own backside jolting up into the air before she slumped into a puddle on the mat.
Mickey, riding the momentum, was back on her own feet again in no time, bringing her hands together with a clap as she beat a rapid path to the nearest corner. So prompted, the FAWNatics returned to their chanting as she dipped her lightweight physique through the top and middle ropes before beginning to climb the turnbuckles, clearly intent on perching herself upon the highest point within the squared circle.
“BET! ON! GOLD! BET! ON! GOLD! BET! ON! GOLD! BET! ON! GOLD!”
Mickey raised her hand again…
…and released a startled shout, one that was accompanied by a dismayed cry from the watching audience!!
Before anyone could voice a warning, Daisy LeMay, Alejandra’s partner in crime, had hoped up onto the ring and, grabbing the brunette by her ankle, YANKED her free from her precarious pedestal. Tripped so devilishly, Mickey plummeted to earth with worrying velocity, many in the front rows looking away as her knee CRACKED!! against the apron.
DAISY LEMAY
Gold yelped, her right stem spasming almost violently as she collapsed over onto her side, cradling her stunned limb as she curled up into a ball, her face a mask of anguish as she struggled to process the pain, rocking ever so slightly on the apron.
Like a red-handed bandit, Daisy darted away from the scene of the crime, the pink laced, cherub cheeked sinner holding her hands up innocently and looking as aghast as everyone else did at ringside. If that wasn’t enough to rile up the FAWNatics, the Official admitting that he had failed to notice the infraction during a moment of inattention threatened to push the packed arena right over the edge into an open revolt.
LeMay continued to protest her innocence (and, to her credit, she most certainly looked the part), whilst the man in black and white could do little more than warn her away from the ailing brunette still swaddling her stem.
He wasn’t the only one who had been left in the dark as to what had transpired, Fernandez however just didn’t give a damn about it, massaging her throbbing jaw as she shoved past the Official. How Gold had ended up in such a mess was irrelevant, all that mattered was that she took advantage of it.
The front rows were calling foul even before she ducked between the top and middle ropes in order to join Mickey on the apron, but the stoic enforcer of Bad Reputation wasn’t paying any attention to their shouts of descent. If they were upset now, they were going to be in need of counselling before all was said and done.
Scraping Mickey off the deck, Alejandra forced the beloved underdog back up onto her feet, the brunette hopping perilously one leg as she tried valiantly to push through the pain. Securing her opponent in a firm, front headlock, Fernandez captured one of the crowd favourites arms, slinging it over her shoulders as she prepared to power the lithe lightweight up and over with a Snap Suplex!
Exercising her greater power, she popped Gold up…
…but not quite over, the FAWNatics catching their breadth as the enforced ascent of the hardest working woman in wrestling stalled at the midway point. Alejandra grimaced with her adversary suspended pedicular with the apron, but momentum was not on her side, not as Mickey crunched her trim tummy and, with wild determination, suddenly whipped her own trajectory in reverse, swinging herself like a pendulum as she secured a front headlock of her own!
Caught off balance and unable to secure her cargo, it was Alejandra that now found herself being ripped forwards and, before she knew what was happening, it was her cranium that was SPIKED into the hardest part of the ring with a resounding DDT!!
APRON SUPLEX/DDT COUNTER: @6:31
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wwBgl03LXhU
Gold, for her own part, completely missed the apron entirely, her descent taking her all the way down to the barely padded concrete far below but, with the THUNK!! of her opponents’ noggin being nailed into the deck echoing about the arena, she didn’t feel too bad about her own landing. In comparison, Alejandra both rolled and flopped down onto the concrete herself, arriving at her destination in a boneless heap as the muscles in her back spasmed.
Granted at least a few moments of reprieve, Mickey winced as she continued to cradle her knee, rolling over onto her side before she struggled to get back up. Try as she might, it did not want to cooperate, and the Official was throwing a great deal of concern in her direction.
“I’m fine,” Gold insisted with commendable conviction, waving off his concerns as much as she could. “I can push through it, I can!”
A claim that would certainly be put to the test quickly enough, Alejandra already rising up onto her own hands and knees and shaking her head. Sturdier by design, Fernandez was recovering far faster, forcing the indomitable Mickey to grimace as she FORCED herself up to standing, the FAWNatics raising their voices in support.
“Hold on now,” Daisy interjected herself into Gold’s personal space as the latter grit her teeth together and hobbled in a short half circle. Those in the front rows protested the intervention by the Babyfaced Killer, but she scarcely paid attention to them at the best of times, and so the cherub cheeked blonde continued to run interference, making herself as ‘big’ as she could between her partner and her opponent, “let’s not get carried away, we don’t want anyone going back on the shelf now, do we?”
Mickey, it seemed, took exception to the implied threat, furrowing her brow as she suddenly launched forwards into a sprint, her right stem BURNING with every pace.
Daisy, her own baby blues opening wide in surprise, prepared to ‘accidently’ tackle the brunette to the ground, only for Gold to dive forwards into a delightful roll, bypassing her entirely! Popping right back out of it without missing a beat, the FAWNatics positively WHOOPED!! in support as she zeroed in on the bowed Alejandra, and used the other girls own posted stem as a pedestal before CRACKING!! her wounded knee straight into Fernandez’s exposed jaw!!
SHINING WIZARD
www.youtube.com/watch?v=THUAAQiFMnw
Following her head snapping sideways, Alejandra dropped to the concrete in a sunned heap, Mickey continuing to fly on past before stumbling to a stop.
Predictably enough, beyond knocking her opponent senseless, the blow had done Gold few favours, her leg threatening to give out even as she secured her footing. She hopped with a sharp yelp, the wince that flashed across her features breaking the hearts of those close enough to see it, but with a tightening of her jaw, she forced the protesting limb to do her bidding…
…even as she turned about to find an increasingly irate Daisy waiting!!
She didn’t hesitate to see what Cherub Cheeked Sinner had in mind this time, and no-one in the audience could much blame her, Mickey responding to her instincts and ducking low, shoving her shoulder into the tummy of the blonde who had been intent on getting all up in her face. LeMay both gulped and yelped as Gold quickly straightened her posture, popping the second Lightweight up off the deck and strapping her down tight in a Fireman’s Carry in the process.
The additional weight did force an additional shimmy to shake her protesting, right stem, but Mickey didn’t need to keep her startled cargo aloft for long, not as she turned about and dropped suddenly to the side. Pushing up on her passengers stems at the same time the duo descended, Gold DROVE Daisy’s head and shoulders into the barely padded concrete, much to the delight of the watching FAWNatics!
SHOW STOPPER DRIVER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=n5bLzNr-0hM
Any further protests from LeMay were predictably short lived, the veteran pooling in a splayed heap, her bountiful bosom heaving as her eyelids fluttered erratically.
Mickey rolled away from the landing and, as she popped back up onto her feet, it was to no-one’s surprise that she did so with an even greater grimace, the young woman almost toppling right on back over before she braced one of her hands against the apron. With support secured, Gold was gifted a few short moments to inhale deeply, tentatively applying greater and greater pressure to her damaged knee, the audience themselves willing those tendons to heal…
…before a recovered Alejandra BLASTED!! Mickey in the back!!
With a frustrated shout, the Prototype had charged, planting a bone rattling forearm smash to her opponents’ blindside, sending her sprawling from the blow to her noggin, rendering her attempts to recover moot.
Those closest to ringside pelted Fernandez with protests, but she was evidently filing them under ‘don’t give a damn’ as she patently ignored them, circling her stunned opponent as she rolled one shoulder and then the other. Mind made up, she ducked low and scraped the ailing Mickey off the deck, wrapping one arm about the girl’s shoulders before jabbing the other piston between Gold’s thighs. She scooped her into the air with worrying ease, and quickly turned the Hardest Working Women in FAWN about upside down with the floor.
“You were something special in the Jungle,” Alejandra growled, referring to their time in Developmental, “but up here, your nothing but a cautionary tale!”
With a HEAVE, Fernandez THREW her unwilling cargo down and PLANTED the former, Jungle Champion into the concrete across her back, the petite brunette inhaling sharply as her lithe frame popped up into a sharp arch. She slumped moments after, her bosom rising and falling with worrying irregularity.
BODYSLAM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Njphol73zw
“Alright Alejandra, that’s enough,” the Official warned from inside the squared circle, feeling that he had been more than generous with the young women who had insisted on taking matters outside of the ring. The last person he wanted to be, was to be the latest Official to send the fiercely determined, perpetually unlucky, Mickey Gold back to the infirmary for an extended stay. “Bring it back in.”
Almost impassively, Fernandez looked down at the sprawled brunette at her feet, before first turning her gaze to the down and out Daisy and then back to the man in black and white. Rolling one shoulder, and then the other, the Hardbody Lightweight seemingly came to a decision, reaching down to grab her opponent by her mane and dragging the limp limbed, crowd favourite back up to vertical just long enough to grab an exposed thigh and forcibly shove the other young woman back into the ring.
Following moments after, Alejandra continued to roll Gold towards centre circle with the heel of her boot, centring her composure once she had reached the desired spot. She reached down as Mickey was beginning to find her hands and knees, bullying the Hardest Working Woman in Wrestling back up to vertical…
…where Gold continued to demonstrate her infallible work ethic by refusing to give up, releasing a pent-up shout of determination as she PISTONED her pained knee right up into her adversary’s gut!
Alejandra folded forwards, her eyes widening in surprise as a pained grunt of air escaped from her body, but while she threatened to fall down, she refused to topple over.
That, as it turned out, was more than good enough for Mickey, the brunette slinging one Fernandez’s arms up over her shoulders whilst circling her own about her opponent’s waist. Following a sharp inhale to bury down her own pain, Gold heaved her involuntary cargo up and over with a beautiful Northern Lights Suplex!
It wasn’t enough though, not for Gold, continuing to pop herself up and over even as her opponent was sent crashing down onto the mat. Her feet re-secured, Mickey inhaled again, this time all but screaming as her kneecap threatened to pop, the FAWNatics at ringside enraptured as she all but dead lifted the enforcer of Bad Reputation back off the canvas and lifted up to vertical, upside down with the floor.
Her right leg gave a shimmy, but then the brunette dropped exactly as she intended to, slinging Alejandra down with her to PLANT!! the crown of her skull right into the mat with a blistering Brainbuster!!
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX/BRAINBUSTER COMBO
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t4kSD4tOKi4
The ring rattled and Fernandez spasmed into a splayed starfish, her head lolling sideways as Mickey threw herself over the top of her flattened frame to secure a desperate pinfall…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The FAWNatics erupted and Gold rolled free from her perch, settling on sitting as her slender shoulders heaved with exertion, her knee protesting like a mother f*cker even as she wasn’t putting weight on it. She closed her eyes and rode out the white-hot sensations stabbing at her right leg as adrenaline bled slowly from her body.
A different sensation began to wash over her however as the crowd continued chanting, the One and Only Mickey Gold looking up and sighing in relief. As the Official stepped over to see if she wanted assistance in standing, she shook her head and got up by herself, limping with visible effort as she zeroed in on the closest set of turnbuckles. Mickey climbed them one at a time before closing her eyes, raising her right hand high to the rafters as she did so, letting the moment sink in as the small arena showered her with appreciation.
“BET! ON! GOLD! BET! ON! GOLD! BET! ON! GOLD! BET! ON! GOLD!”
ALEXIS ATLANTIC Vs. CARLA CRASH
ALEXIS ATLANTIC
CARLA CRASH
…Much like two weeks prior, Carla Crash hoisted Alexis Atlantic all the way up to a stalling sitting position atop her shoulders, muscling the smaller blonde into a precarious position at centre ring. Unlike two weeks prior, however, she forgoes the need for the ‘stalling’ part of the equation and, instead of allowing the Little Lioness the opportunity to scrap her way to freedom, she sent her cargo hurtling right back down to the canvas!
Many of the FAWNatics found themselves forced to look away as the All-American Ass Kicker was driven back first into the canvas, the ring rattling as the young woman shuddered with a groan before she was almost immediately match booked up into a pin. Carla threw all of her weight down atop Atlantic, leaving nothing to chance following the emphatic Powerbomb!
POWERBOMB PIN: @1:24
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wy-pOPvYFT4&t=382s
ONE!
TWO!!
Alexis grimaced with resolve as she shoved up with the entirety of her lower body, forcibly popping her way out of the tight ball she had been curled up into.
Carla dropped down to sitting beside the defiant blonde, arms slumped over the top of her bent knees and sporting an expression that was distinctly sour. She snorted with annoyance before the Official compounded her irritation further by reminding her that he had only reached the count of two, holding up the appropriate number of digits to her features as though she were some manner of simpleton.
She glowered in his direction and he soon got the point, backing off to a safe distance after Carla slung herself back up to standing, reaching down to grasp her opponent by the scruff of her neck. The Hollywood Hooligan showed the former Marine precisely zero respect as she woman handled the blonde back up to vertical, stuffing the winded competitor up tight into one corner.
Just as it looked like Alexis was going to say otherwise, Crash delivered a stiff punch to her adversary’s temple, knocking the girl senseless and convincing her to stay put.
Satisfied that her opponent wasn’t about to go anywhere, Carla took the long way around the squared circle, almost dismissively slapping her palm down atop one turnbuckle on her way past, before arriving at the corner opposite her foes. With the peepers of Atlantic still suitably half lidded, the shell-shocked young woman’s arms draped almost passively over the top ropes, Carla finally built up some momentum, launching into a sprint that closed the distance in no time!
The FAWNatics cried out a warning, but it was obvious that it fell on deaf ears, Crash SLAMMING the entirety of her larger physique into the Lightweight with bone rattling force.
Both compressed and battered, Atlantic exhaled a loud, audible groan following the Avalanche Splash, her head bobbing forwards as she slumped back against the turnbuckles, the knees of the Little Lioness shaking with a visible shimmy.
Carla held the smaller woman’s head up by the chin, turning her noggin one way and then the other before leaning forwards. “I’m sorry, what was that?” she questioned, turning her own head sideways as though listening, before a sneer of contempt revealed the truth. “That’s what I thought,” she dismissed the All-American Ass Kicker by swatting her cheek, turning her back on the Marine and, once again, taking the long way around the squared circle.
Arriving at her destination, she prepared to line up again…
…Only for Atlantic to launch out of her own corner and sprint across the ring, catching Crash wide eyed in surprise as she launched her petite mass into a thunderous Dropkick!!
AVALANCHE SPLASH FOLLOWED BY DROPKICK: @0:22
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wwBgl03LXhU
The FAWNatics positively WHOOPED!! as the soles of her boots connected with the underside of Carla’s jaw, the Hollywood Hooligan recoiling as though she had been hit by a jackhammer! She THUNKED back into her own corner, both stunned and disoriented as she took her own turn to drape her arms up and over the top ropes, her eyes blinking furiously as she struggled to catch up.
Alexis, meanwhile, hit the deck with bit of a THUNK, the miniature blonde staying there for several moments following her landing and wincing in visible pain. When it became obvious that she would not be immediately getting back up, the FAWNatics grew concerned that she had just spent all of the adrenaline that she had spare, but they found full voices quickly enough when the All-American Ass Kicker reached out and grasped the bottom rope.
With a grimace, she pulled herself upright, her own features a mask of determination as she regained her footing and, with a clenched fist pumping, turned herself about. With a war cry that had been refined on an actual battlefield, Atlantic launched into a renewed sprint and, just as Carla was about to recover, the blonde NAILED!! her with a second Dropkick!
Only she wasn’t done, back on her feet almost as soon as she hit the canvas, Alexis was now pumping both of her fists as she swiftly turned about. Carla was still rebounding from the turnbuckles when Atlantic zeroed back in on her for a third time, the FAWNatics letting loose a ROAR as she completed the trifactor of Dropkicks, enough to leave even the staunchest of opponents stunned and disorientated.
DOUBLE RUNNING DROPKICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1Q8glIux0Y
Carla, her chest heaving from a bout of distressed hacking stumbled haphazardly from the corner, the shimmy in her thighs taking her trajectory this way and that, but never quite all the way down to the canvas. Perhaps it would have gone better for her if she had done, for Alexis was firing on all cylinders now, the All-American Ass Kicker lining her up for the kill.
Positioned with her back up against the turnbuckles, Atlantic leaned low and began pumping both of her fists up into the air, the FAWNatics taking their cue and filling the air with her mantra…
“F*CK! YEAH! F*CK! YEAH! F*CK! YEAH! F*CK! YEAH! F*CK! YEAH!”
…before she spied her opportunity and…
…the lights went out!!
Up and down the entirety of the small arena, the crowd gasped in surprise (and more than a little worry), as the hall was plunged into a state of impenetrable darkness. Many a concerned whisper began bouncing off the walls before a loud CLANG!! followed by a meaty GROAN!! from Alexis Atlantic alerted them that something had gone terribly wrong inside the squared circle.
The lights came up almost as soon as the blinded audience began to cry fowl and, much to their despair, the Little Lioness was laid out on the canvas, the victim of an unseen ambush. To their surprise, however, Carla appeared to be as equally perplexed by these chain of events as they were, the Hollywood Hooligan looking about as the sat on the mat and ran a hand through her half shaven scalp.
It didn’t last, it couldn’t, not as Crash returned her full attention to the suddenly exposed Atlantic, a scowl curling up her features as she surged her way back up to standing. This time, she wasted not a moment in zeroing in on her opponent, Alexis gamely trying to find her hands and knees before Crash grabbed her by her hair and YANKED her noggin forwards to be squeezed between her opponents’ thighs.
Clearly dazed, the Little Lioness issued not even an iota of resistance as Carla secured an Underhook of one of her arms before collecting the other, bracing her own posture before muscling the smaller woman off the deck. With the crown of Atlantics noggin soon pointing directly down towards the earth, and the soles of her boots directed towards the rafters, Crash DROPPED down to sitting and PLANTED!! her opponents head clean into the barely yielding plywood!!
REALITY CHECK: @4:09
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wy-pOPvYFT4&t=382s
With the entirety of her petite physique jack knifing into a sharp spasm, Alexis was momentarily rigid as a board before she puddled into a heap on the canvas, a distinctly dismissive Carla swinging herself about to straddle the other young woman’s hips. Grabbing her wrists, she pressed them down against the mat, as the Official dropped down to begin counting.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The moment the bell rang, Carla had no intention on indulging on ceremony, earning herself a fresh round of boos as she grabbed the All-American Ass Kicker by her blonde mane and yanking her blank eyed noggin off the deck. Holding her in place, she landed not one, but TWO vicious punches between the defenceless girls half lidded eyes, scornfully snarling as she did so.
“Fuck! You!!”
Scarcely satisfied, Crash removed herself from her submissive perch and patently ignored the protesting Official, taking herself over to the closest set of ring ropes. Exhaling deeply with exertion, she grasped the top coil with one hand before turning her gaze to the closed curtains, running her free hand through her half shaven scalp as she did so.
Carla was as much in the dark as everyone as to what had just occurred this evening, and she wasn’t convinced that she enjoyed the notion of owing anyone anything without knowing their intentions…
MARY SINCLAIR Vs. ISABELLA KANE
MARY SINCLAIR
ISABELLA KANE
…As one of the smallest competitors counted amongst the FAWN ranks, Mary’s most frequent ally had proven to be momentum. Tonight, however, that particular mistress had abandoned her or, to be more precise, it had been taken from her by force.
“Well now,” Isabella purred, her every, silky syllable laced with precise pronunciation as she tipped, tapped the tips of her fingers over the top of her opponent’s trim tummy. That same, sleek midriff was pulled taunt as the cherry topped Brit within her embrace was painfully arched backwards, her back curling as she was ensnared within a Dragon Sleeper, pretty peepers fluttering as her body trembled. “Aren’t you a delectable, little treat?”
Mary puffed out her cheeks, not exactly liking the tone of condescension, tugging on her opponent’s restrictive limb as she valiantly made an effort to escape.
Isabella was having none of it, her expression souring with just the smallest of tics twitching the side of her lips, and she grabbed her opponents’ belt with her free hand. Bending her knees for just a moment, the taller Kane inhaled a deep breath before popping back up straight with a surge of effort, hauling the Middle Sinclair Sibling right off her sneakers and flipping up and over. For just the briefest of moments, Mary was held aloft peduncular with the canvas, her toes pointing towards the ceiling, her noggin towards the mat, before Isabella brought her crashing back down to earth, the little read head hitting the deck front forwards!
DRAGON SLEEPER SUPLEX: @5:58
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nXr6Rk7x5hQ
Mary bounced the moment that she was released, a heady groan escaping from her smaller body as the impact almost popped her up onto her knees. She toppled just before then however, flopping back down onto her side as the FAWNatics looked away, her expression winded as her opponent, almost languidly, rolled her fellow Brit over onto her back and secured an indulgent pin.
ONE!
TW…
Mary kicked out, the FAWNatics renewing their support with a fresh cheer as the Timid Princess rolled her way to safety.
Isabella, however, looked backwards over her shoulder as she remained sitting on the canvas, shaking her head at the inherent futility of the commoner’s resistance. “This will proceed far more pleasantly,” she explained, as though chiding an unruly child, “if you were to remember your place.”
For her own part, the little red head was back up onto her hands and knees, shaking her head in a manner that could have been an act of defiance, or merely an attempt to shake out the cobwebs. Either way, due to her opponents own lethargic display of arrogance, she was actually getting back up onto her feet more swiftly than the Crimson Queen.
Isabella was unconcerned, deftly demonstrating why as, after watching her opponent slowly find one foot after the other, like some manner of struggling baby deer, Kane shook her head once again before sleekly coiling her way back up to vertical. “I tried the carrot, dear,” she explained, pacing on over to her adversary, “but it would seem that the stick is in ord…”
She didn’t get the chance to finish her sentence, not as Mary SURGED back into life as only a Babyface could manage, and positively LAUNCHED her right stem upwards to PLANT the sole of her sneaker clean beneath the chin of her unguarded opponent! With a SMACK that was audible several rows back, Isabella’s head was snapped backwards, her whole body spasming from the blistering impact, the FAWNatics positively erupting at the sight of Mary mimicking her beloved elder sibling to deliver a beautiful kick.
BORROWED SAMMIE KICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fteXABNtdzQ
Kane did not quite fall to the deck, either the aristocrat made of sterner stuff than most, or the Middle Sinclair didn’t quite possess the same leg power as the People’s Princess, but she did stumble this way and that with a glassy expression as she threatened to topple at any moment. Instead, she collided with a set of turnbuckles, grimacing as she slumped into them and rubbed her jaw.
Incredulous, Isabella leaned heavily against the ropes before turning herself unsteadily about, her eyes screaming murder as she resisted the urge to check that all of her immaculate teeth were still intact. She began to open her throbbing jaw to administer a stern reprimand, before she suddenly tensed with visible shock.
Mary was not only still on her feet, but the Timid Princess was running, pointing both of her hands up into the air before she began sprinting. With a pitter, patter of her (totally lucky) sneakers dashing across the canvas, the little red head threw herself into a leap at the last moment, shouting out with an adorable cry before leading the way with her knee.
JUMPING KNEE STRIKE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZEN9_6F-Pk
With a CRACK, she planted the bony joint flush against her opponent’s temple, Isabella’s head snapping away from the impact for a second time in quick succession, the Crimson Queen suddenly reeling as she slumped heavily in her corner. She dropped down far enough to slump her buttocks down on the middle turnbuckle, her arms draping backwards over the top ropes.
Mary on the other hand was looking better by the moment, rebounding from the attack with a skip in her step as she beat a fast track to the opposite corner. She turned herself about and the Upstart crouched low as she resisted the urge to hop from one foot to the other, her tummy suddenly a tumble of nerves. The little red head puffed out her cheeks and battled with her many insecurities, before nodding to herself in personal affirmation, willing herself to possess the same self confidence that seemed to come so naturally to her siblings.
She shot off at a sprint, zeroing in on her target as the FAWNatics propelled her forwards with their collective cheers, the small arena filled with their support as she leapt into a second flying knee…
…Which Isabella sidestepped as she suddenly surged to life, revealing that she was not quite as shell shocked as she appeared as she avoided the collision. Evasion wasn’t enough, however, not for the Crimson Queen, Kane snagging her opponent by the back of her noggin as she sailed past and, with a vindictive shove, she PLANTED her fellow Brits noggin into the top turnbuckle with a brain rattling THUNK!
This time it was Mary who stumbled away, bright eyes bleary as she stumbled this way and that, on the verge of tumbling over as she blindly spiralled about the squared circle. By the time she had completed her small spiral, Isabella had massaged her aching jaw with incredulity, and was waiting for her cargo to return.
While the FAWNatics announced a vocal warning, Mary was momentarily in no condition to hear it, her gaze still vacant as Isabella all but gutted the smaller woman with a swift punt to her exposed midriff. Sinclair folded forwards with a loud GRUNT of escaping air and, in her winded state, offered little further protest as Kane pulled her forwards into a front headlock. Grabbing Mary by her belt, the aristocrat then hauled her up off the deck, the red heads stems popping up and around her opponents supporting hips, completing the cradle.
At centre ring, Isabella spiralled in a slow, indulgent circle for her own benefit before she THREW herself backwards and NAILING the crown of her opponent’s noggin into the deck with a brutal DDT!!
DETHRONER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2nQPYmx1sHQ
As forcibly compacted as it was, Mary’s small body spasmed as much as it was able before she slumped into a limp puddle, her thighs still twitching for several moments following the collision. She flopped over onto her side the second that she was released, and Kane wasted little time in rolling her onto her back. A heartbeat later, the Crimson Queen was straddling the hips of the Timid Princess, her palms placed down firmly on the girl’s shoulders, tossing her own hair back over her shoulder in a dominant display.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
Isabella curled her back like an intensely pleased feline, exhaling slowly with intense pleasure, the tip of her fingers gently turning Mary’s slumbering features one way and then the other, savouring the look of another scalp claimed in the squared circle. The FAWNatics had been left feeling deflated by her victory while she, however, could not have been more elated.