Post by dsb on Nov 26, 2019 0:59:07 GMT
The FAWNatics were in high spirits, given the PPV occasion and, even though they had already been served a generous helping of in ring action, they were more than happy to receive more. As such, when…
FEEL INVINCIBLE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gco_SAvHVSM
…burst into life over the loud speakers, they wasted no time in finding their collective voices!!
When the house lights bathed the stage with welcome illumination, the Loyalist Legionnaires in attendance officially lost their collective sh*t, the Upstart Supreme and EuroAsia Champion herself revealed for all to see!
SAMANTHA SINCLAIR
Standing with her feet braced apart and arms upraised, the miniature Brit flashed her most winning smile as her freckled cheeks flushed an endearing shade of crimson. She raised her hands up high and wiggled her fingers, the Little Sparrow cluing in her supporters that it was time for them to join before she slapped her palms together…
ONCE!
TWICE!!
THRICE!!!
…the audience doing likewise before she pointed dramatically towards the squared circle, pyrokinetics exploding to either side of the crowd favourite Brit and surrounding her in a halo of light.
Statement of intent made, the brunette of petite proportions set off down the ramp at a brisk and lively pace as she made her way to the ring, diverting from her destination as she spotted the youngest members of the audience in the front rows and delivering crisp high fives to make their evenings. Standing in at five foot four and one-hundred and ten pounds, her spirited and welcoming demeanour made her every inch the People’s Princess, welcoming the masses with open arms as they welcomed her in return.
Arriving at her destination, the lithe, gold clad grappler hopped up onto the apron without even a hint of hesitation, grasping onto the top rope in short order. After delivering a cheeky shake of her pert booty, Sammie leaned backwards before positively vaulting her slender physique up and over the uppermost coil, turning about into a darling spiral after her boots returned to canvas, brunette curls bouncing about her slender shoulders as she toured the four corners of the squared circle.
About her trim midriff snuggly sat ten pounds of coveted strap, the EuroAsia Title hers by right after a gruelling night at FAWNMANIA, and now she was ready for a fresh challenge. She came to a stop at centre ring, after securing for herself a microphone on the way there, and it was with a sheepish tint of her freckled cheeks that she hesitated after bringing the stick up to her lips, the increasingly familiar chant of the FAWNatics drowning her out before she could begin…
“WORLDS! BEST!! BRIT!!! WORLDS! BEST!! BRIT!!! WORLDS! BEST!! BRIT!!!”
She left them to it for several seconds, the camera crew panning across the enthusiastic crowds of the packed, Orlando Arena, and it was with an endearingly bemused perk of her brow that Sammie attempted to find an opening.
“Alright, alright,” she smirked in good humour, “I wasn’t gone that long, I’m pretty sure I was only in Japan for three weeks.”
“WAY! TOO!! LONG!!! WAY! TOO!! LONG!!! WAY! TOO!! LONG!!! WAY! TOO!! LONG!!!”
She waited patiently before holding up her hand again, appealing for an opening. The Loyalist Legionnaires eventually let her have one, settling down into a spirited mood.
Gratefully, Sammie nodded, freckled cheeks aglow, “In that case, I guess I should make up for some lost time, and being as I’ve been told I can be a competitive sort…”
UPSIDE DOWN
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQcWekGBA8s
Sinclair didn’t have the chance to finish her sentence, the arena’s sound system bursting into life and denying her the opportunity, all eyes turning to the curtains to see who was responsible for the unwelcome intrusion.
The duo of Daisy LeMay and Alejandra Fernandez emerged in tandem, regardless of the crowd’s hostile reaction, the odd couple pushing through the curtains without invitation.
ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ
It was Alejandra who surged ahead, her path to the ring straight and narrow, her regard for the audience settling somewhere between little and none, every inch of her chiselled physique primed to unleash violence at a moment’s notice. Her five foot three and one hundred- and twenty-two-pound frame was wrapped tightly in one hundred percent leather, the tightness of its curves leaving little to the imagination and exposing a great deal of glistening, ebony skin.
DAISY LEMAY
Daisy, for her own part, could not have looked more at odds with her erstwhile partner in crime, the cherry cheeked, bountiful blonde darting from left to right as she took a far less direct approach to the squared circle, sporting enough pink lace in her two-piece attire to fool the unwary. She cheered and clapped and waved as though she was being welcomed by the FAWNatics instead of rejected, skipping with a bounce in her step that would put many a Babyface to shame!
With a smile that was as sweet as could be, the seemingly delusional veteran was apparently in a world of her own, moving to slap hands that were not extended and answering cheers that did not exist with hearty fist pumps. Standing in at five foot four and one-hundred and twelve pounds, she certainly looked the part of a beloved crowd favourite, but years of experience had taught the FAWNatics to be wary of her particular brand of peppiness.
While Alejandra ascended the steels steps and entered the squared circle without ceremony, her dark eyes never leaving the People’s Princess in the ring for one moment, Daisy was clearly in no hurry herself. Instead she broke off at a sharp detour, one that took her around the entirety of the ring before she hopped to a sudden stop, arriving directly in front of one FAWNatic in particular. She beamed at the surprised spectator and raised her hand up, waiting for him to deliver a crisp high five.
When he didn’t immediately do so, the poor young man far too suspicious of her intentions to bite, she stepped backwards with a huff and stood with hands on her hips, sporting the sincerest of hurt pouts.
Apparently feeling bad for leaving her hanging, despite the warnings of those around him, the cornered fan raised up his own hand in offer, Daisy beaming in response. She immediately stepped forwards to deliver the crisp high five…
…only to immediately saunter away with a derisive flick of her hair, leaving him to look quite the fool live on TV, much to his mounting embarrassment. “Loser,” LeMay tittered by way of farewell, a skip in her step as she bypassed the Timekeeper, stealing his microphone from his possession as she did so, bringing it with her as she rolled into the ring.
Alejandra was waiting, her arms folded, displaying admirable patience for her tag team partner, backing the slighter women up with her own, domineering presence as the blonde brought the stick up to her lips. Daisy turned to face Sammie, the other young woman also waiting with equally commendable patience, and held up her hand apologetically, the sincerity of the gesture not quite reaching her eyes.
“I know, I know, that was super rude of me,” LeMay confessed with practiced affability, “but I think we all know what you were about to say, hmmm? You come out here, you issue an Open Challenge, and then some loser from the locker room,” the buxom blonde waved dismissively back towards the curtains, “comes meandering out to accept. Well, I’ve saved us all the trouble,” Daisy beamed as though she had hit upon an excellent idea, “by beating them all to the punch!”
Sammie blinked, hesitating before bringing her own stick back up to her lips, the Little Sparrow not entirely convinced that LeMay had meant to insinuate that she herself was a loser. For expediencies sake, she opted to not go there, instead shaking her head ever so slightly before exhaling deeply, “Ok, just a moment, just so that we’re all clear, you, Daisy LeMay, want to challenge me for my Title?”
“Exactly,” the blonde confirmed, one hand on hip.
“Tonight?”
“Precisely.”
“The EuroAsia Title?”
“The very same!”
Once again, Samantha Sinclair was forced to hesitate, momentarily looking to the Announcer who could only summon a shrug in response. The People’s Princess resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose before diving right into the heart of the matter. “Daisy, you’re American.”
“Which is entirely my point!” LeMay exclaimed, evidently pleased by her own epiphany. “Who better than a red blooded American to set struggling, squabbling Nations to rights!?! It my duty, no, my privilege, to lead by example and…”
She paused for effect.
“MAKE! EUROPE!! GREAT!!! AGAIN!!!!”
The FAWNatics, by in large, were either far too perplexed by her proclamation to respond, or utterly against the notion that Europe needed the likes of LeMay to help them with anything. They were not shy in letting her know about it. Daisy, generally in her own world, did not seem to hear them, instead only enthusiastically responding to the smattering of cheers that, to her credit, did actually exist.
Sammie, for her own part, was genuinely lost for words.
Fortunately, it didn’t last.
“Daisy,” Sinclair started, closing her eyes for just a moment before continuing. “I know I shouldn’t ask, but this rabbit hole is far too fascinating to ignore, but what about Asia?”
“What about Asia?” Daisy perked her brow as though genuinely perplexed.
“This is the EuroAsia Title,” Sinclair unbuckled the coveted strap from her slim midriff before holding it high for effect. “So, what about Asia? Do you somehow plan to make them great again as well?”
Daisy shrugged dismissively, the disdain on her face speaking volumes, “Who cares about Asia? Nothing in this world could make those %$@&$ worth a damn.”
Sammie didn’t comment, she couldn’t, the FAWNatics as equally stunned into astonished silence, bewildered that such a slur would manage to find its way onto a live broadcast. Social Media certainly didn’t miss it, and the moment was trending rapidly.
Sinclair clucked her tongue, looking to the Announcer and then the Official, both of which were clearly receiving instructions from some manner of authority on the opposite end of their earpieces. Neither moved to stop her.
“Alrighty then,” Sammie nodded, the Upstart Supreme passing her Title to the man in black and white for safe keeping. “Then I guess we’re doing this.”
Daisy grinned, clapping her hands with practiced, chirpy enthusiasm, turning about to face Alejandra whose own gaze remained focused on Samantha, her arms folded and shoulders rigid. LeMay reassuringly slapped her muscle on the back and directed her to the outside of the squared circle, Fernandez doing so wordlessly, yet reluctantly.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the Announcer interjected himself into proceedings, “the following contest will be for One Fall and the EuroAsia Title!!”
The FAWNatics cheered at the prospect of that, Daisy waved her hands up into the air as though they were regaling her with praise. Sammie shook her head in mild exasperation before raising her own fist up in salute, the People raising their voices even higher for their Princess.
Mere moments later, the Official took the place of the Announcer at centre ring, and both of the young women who would be competing joined him, neither breaking eye contact. LeMay smiled coyly, Sinclair didn’t return it.
The Official called for the bell…
…and the moment that metal chimed, the Upstart Supreme exploded into action, the Babyfaced competitor not missing a single beat as she braced her left stem before positively LAUNCHED her athletic, right leg SNAPPING up and out to execute a sweet as you like, BLISTERING Sammie Kick!!
SAMMIE KICK!!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rfPG73qybTU
The sole of her sapphire boot CRACKED the underside of Daisy’s unprotected jaw and, in a flash, the light went out of her eyes, the Babyfaced Killer toppling backwards as though she were a felled oak. Sammie wasted no time of her own, the Upstart Supreme diving atop the shell shocked LeMay to hook one of her stems and roll the Diabolical Doll up into a neat little pinfall!!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The Loyalist Legionnaires in attendance positively ERUPTED following the swiftest victory of the EuroAsia Champions career, the Babyfaced Brit back on her feet in a flash as she thrust both of her little fists up into the air. The Minatare Brunette made rapid progress to the nearest set of turnbuckles whilst her Challenger remained poleaxed on the canvas, climbing them quickly so that she could salute her supporters more appropriately.
Hopping back down again, with a bashful smirk on her features, Sammie moved to address the hard camera…
…before Alejandra Fernandez damn near broke her in half with a DEVASTATING Spear!!
SPEAR
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LsJiqi4G6qE
Sammie folded about her ambushers weaponised shoulder before she collapsed to the canvas, the slighter frame of the young woman rocked clean off her feet. She landed with a pained exhale and wrapped her arms about her pained tummy but, before she could fully turtle, Alejandra was already back on her feet and grasping the blind-sided Brit by her hair.
With a severe yank, Fernandez bullied the gold clad grappler back up to standing, the Upstart Supreme valiantly attempting to recover but finding herself unable to inhale a fresh breath. Alejandra took full advantage of her pearl harbour assault, slinging Sinclair’s left arm up and over her shoulders whilst also securing the smaller girl up in a fierce, front headlock. With Sammie appropriately tied up, and the FAWNatics calling fowl up and down the arena, the Prototype went on to hook her captives left leg.
Pausing only to ensure that the duo was appropriately stood at centre ring, Alejandra bellowed out a dominant cry as she powered the People’s Princess up into the air. After compacting her opponents lithe frame up into a tight cradle at the apex of her arc, she SLAMMED her back down onto the canvas across her slim shoulders and surgically repaired neck!!
SMALL PACKAGE DRIVER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rS02e4hz9sM
The free, right stem of Sammie spasmed almost violently before she was allowed to flop to the deck, a short, breathy grunt escaping from her petite body before she lay idle. Alejandra leaned over the poleaxed crowd favourite before grasping the young woman by her hair, possessively lifting her head off the mat so that their features were almost touching. Sinclair’s eyes were still open, but she was clearly just barely there, not that Fernandez much cared as she delivered her warning.
“I will put you down, Sinclair,” she promised, her more powerful physique rigid, the tremor that crept into her tone betraying years of frustration. “I will put you down!!” she promised before THUMPING that back of the stunned Brits noggin back down against the canvas.
Alejandra stood back up, serenaded by the heckles of the FAWNatics, glaring down at the girl that she considered a roadblock on her career. No-more, she decided, before she was done, the Prototype would put the Princess back on the shelf for good!!
FEEL INVINCIBLE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gco_SAvHVSM
…burst into life over the loud speakers, they wasted no time in finding their collective voices!!
When the house lights bathed the stage with welcome illumination, the Loyalist Legionnaires in attendance officially lost their collective sh*t, the Upstart Supreme and EuroAsia Champion herself revealed for all to see!
SAMANTHA SINCLAIR
Standing with her feet braced apart and arms upraised, the miniature Brit flashed her most winning smile as her freckled cheeks flushed an endearing shade of crimson. She raised her hands up high and wiggled her fingers, the Little Sparrow cluing in her supporters that it was time for them to join before she slapped her palms together…
ONCE!
TWICE!!
THRICE!!!
…the audience doing likewise before she pointed dramatically towards the squared circle, pyrokinetics exploding to either side of the crowd favourite Brit and surrounding her in a halo of light.
Statement of intent made, the brunette of petite proportions set off down the ramp at a brisk and lively pace as she made her way to the ring, diverting from her destination as she spotted the youngest members of the audience in the front rows and delivering crisp high fives to make their evenings. Standing in at five foot four and one-hundred and ten pounds, her spirited and welcoming demeanour made her every inch the People’s Princess, welcoming the masses with open arms as they welcomed her in return.
Arriving at her destination, the lithe, gold clad grappler hopped up onto the apron without even a hint of hesitation, grasping onto the top rope in short order. After delivering a cheeky shake of her pert booty, Sammie leaned backwards before positively vaulting her slender physique up and over the uppermost coil, turning about into a darling spiral after her boots returned to canvas, brunette curls bouncing about her slender shoulders as she toured the four corners of the squared circle.
About her trim midriff snuggly sat ten pounds of coveted strap, the EuroAsia Title hers by right after a gruelling night at FAWNMANIA, and now she was ready for a fresh challenge. She came to a stop at centre ring, after securing for herself a microphone on the way there, and it was with a sheepish tint of her freckled cheeks that she hesitated after bringing the stick up to her lips, the increasingly familiar chant of the FAWNatics drowning her out before she could begin…
“WORLDS! BEST!! BRIT!!! WORLDS! BEST!! BRIT!!! WORLDS! BEST!! BRIT!!!”
She left them to it for several seconds, the camera crew panning across the enthusiastic crowds of the packed, Orlando Arena, and it was with an endearingly bemused perk of her brow that Sammie attempted to find an opening.
“Alright, alright,” she smirked in good humour, “I wasn’t gone that long, I’m pretty sure I was only in Japan for three weeks.”
“WAY! TOO!! LONG!!! WAY! TOO!! LONG!!! WAY! TOO!! LONG!!! WAY! TOO!! LONG!!!”
She waited patiently before holding up her hand again, appealing for an opening. The Loyalist Legionnaires eventually let her have one, settling down into a spirited mood.
Gratefully, Sammie nodded, freckled cheeks aglow, “In that case, I guess I should make up for some lost time, and being as I’ve been told I can be a competitive sort…”
UPSIDE DOWN
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQcWekGBA8s
Sinclair didn’t have the chance to finish her sentence, the arena’s sound system bursting into life and denying her the opportunity, all eyes turning to the curtains to see who was responsible for the unwelcome intrusion.
The duo of Daisy LeMay and Alejandra Fernandez emerged in tandem, regardless of the crowd’s hostile reaction, the odd couple pushing through the curtains without invitation.
ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ
It was Alejandra who surged ahead, her path to the ring straight and narrow, her regard for the audience settling somewhere between little and none, every inch of her chiselled physique primed to unleash violence at a moment’s notice. Her five foot three and one hundred- and twenty-two-pound frame was wrapped tightly in one hundred percent leather, the tightness of its curves leaving little to the imagination and exposing a great deal of glistening, ebony skin.
DAISY LEMAY
Daisy, for her own part, could not have looked more at odds with her erstwhile partner in crime, the cherry cheeked, bountiful blonde darting from left to right as she took a far less direct approach to the squared circle, sporting enough pink lace in her two-piece attire to fool the unwary. She cheered and clapped and waved as though she was being welcomed by the FAWNatics instead of rejected, skipping with a bounce in her step that would put many a Babyface to shame!
With a smile that was as sweet as could be, the seemingly delusional veteran was apparently in a world of her own, moving to slap hands that were not extended and answering cheers that did not exist with hearty fist pumps. Standing in at five foot four and one-hundred and twelve pounds, she certainly looked the part of a beloved crowd favourite, but years of experience had taught the FAWNatics to be wary of her particular brand of peppiness.
While Alejandra ascended the steels steps and entered the squared circle without ceremony, her dark eyes never leaving the People’s Princess in the ring for one moment, Daisy was clearly in no hurry herself. Instead she broke off at a sharp detour, one that took her around the entirety of the ring before she hopped to a sudden stop, arriving directly in front of one FAWNatic in particular. She beamed at the surprised spectator and raised her hand up, waiting for him to deliver a crisp high five.
When he didn’t immediately do so, the poor young man far too suspicious of her intentions to bite, she stepped backwards with a huff and stood with hands on her hips, sporting the sincerest of hurt pouts.
Apparently feeling bad for leaving her hanging, despite the warnings of those around him, the cornered fan raised up his own hand in offer, Daisy beaming in response. She immediately stepped forwards to deliver the crisp high five…
…only to immediately saunter away with a derisive flick of her hair, leaving him to look quite the fool live on TV, much to his mounting embarrassment. “Loser,” LeMay tittered by way of farewell, a skip in her step as she bypassed the Timekeeper, stealing his microphone from his possession as she did so, bringing it with her as she rolled into the ring.
Alejandra was waiting, her arms folded, displaying admirable patience for her tag team partner, backing the slighter women up with her own, domineering presence as the blonde brought the stick up to her lips. Daisy turned to face Sammie, the other young woman also waiting with equally commendable patience, and held up her hand apologetically, the sincerity of the gesture not quite reaching her eyes.
“I know, I know, that was super rude of me,” LeMay confessed with practiced affability, “but I think we all know what you were about to say, hmmm? You come out here, you issue an Open Challenge, and then some loser from the locker room,” the buxom blonde waved dismissively back towards the curtains, “comes meandering out to accept. Well, I’ve saved us all the trouble,” Daisy beamed as though she had hit upon an excellent idea, “by beating them all to the punch!”
Sammie blinked, hesitating before bringing her own stick back up to her lips, the Little Sparrow not entirely convinced that LeMay had meant to insinuate that she herself was a loser. For expediencies sake, she opted to not go there, instead shaking her head ever so slightly before exhaling deeply, “Ok, just a moment, just so that we’re all clear, you, Daisy LeMay, want to challenge me for my Title?”
“Exactly,” the blonde confirmed, one hand on hip.
“Tonight?”
“Precisely.”
“The EuroAsia Title?”
“The very same!”
Once again, Samantha Sinclair was forced to hesitate, momentarily looking to the Announcer who could only summon a shrug in response. The People’s Princess resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose before diving right into the heart of the matter. “Daisy, you’re American.”
“Which is entirely my point!” LeMay exclaimed, evidently pleased by her own epiphany. “Who better than a red blooded American to set struggling, squabbling Nations to rights!?! It my duty, no, my privilege, to lead by example and…”
She paused for effect.
“MAKE! EUROPE!! GREAT!!! AGAIN!!!!”
The FAWNatics, by in large, were either far too perplexed by her proclamation to respond, or utterly against the notion that Europe needed the likes of LeMay to help them with anything. They were not shy in letting her know about it. Daisy, generally in her own world, did not seem to hear them, instead only enthusiastically responding to the smattering of cheers that, to her credit, did actually exist.
Sammie, for her own part, was genuinely lost for words.
Fortunately, it didn’t last.
“Daisy,” Sinclair started, closing her eyes for just a moment before continuing. “I know I shouldn’t ask, but this rabbit hole is far too fascinating to ignore, but what about Asia?”
“What about Asia?” Daisy perked her brow as though genuinely perplexed.
“This is the EuroAsia Title,” Sinclair unbuckled the coveted strap from her slim midriff before holding it high for effect. “So, what about Asia? Do you somehow plan to make them great again as well?”
Daisy shrugged dismissively, the disdain on her face speaking volumes, “Who cares about Asia? Nothing in this world could make those %$@&$ worth a damn.”
Sammie didn’t comment, she couldn’t, the FAWNatics as equally stunned into astonished silence, bewildered that such a slur would manage to find its way onto a live broadcast. Social Media certainly didn’t miss it, and the moment was trending rapidly.
Sinclair clucked her tongue, looking to the Announcer and then the Official, both of which were clearly receiving instructions from some manner of authority on the opposite end of their earpieces. Neither moved to stop her.
“Alrighty then,” Sammie nodded, the Upstart Supreme passing her Title to the man in black and white for safe keeping. “Then I guess we’re doing this.”
Daisy grinned, clapping her hands with practiced, chirpy enthusiasm, turning about to face Alejandra whose own gaze remained focused on Samantha, her arms folded and shoulders rigid. LeMay reassuringly slapped her muscle on the back and directed her to the outside of the squared circle, Fernandez doing so wordlessly, yet reluctantly.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the Announcer interjected himself into proceedings, “the following contest will be for One Fall and the EuroAsia Title!!”
The FAWNatics cheered at the prospect of that, Daisy waved her hands up into the air as though they were regaling her with praise. Sammie shook her head in mild exasperation before raising her own fist up in salute, the People raising their voices even higher for their Princess.
Mere moments later, the Official took the place of the Announcer at centre ring, and both of the young women who would be competing joined him, neither breaking eye contact. LeMay smiled coyly, Sinclair didn’t return it.
The Official called for the bell…
…and the moment that metal chimed, the Upstart Supreme exploded into action, the Babyfaced competitor not missing a single beat as she braced her left stem before positively LAUNCHED her athletic, right leg SNAPPING up and out to execute a sweet as you like, BLISTERING Sammie Kick!!
SAMMIE KICK!!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rfPG73qybTU
The sole of her sapphire boot CRACKED the underside of Daisy’s unprotected jaw and, in a flash, the light went out of her eyes, the Babyfaced Killer toppling backwards as though she were a felled oak. Sammie wasted no time of her own, the Upstart Supreme diving atop the shell shocked LeMay to hook one of her stems and roll the Diabolical Doll up into a neat little pinfall!!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The Loyalist Legionnaires in attendance positively ERUPTED following the swiftest victory of the EuroAsia Champions career, the Babyfaced Brit back on her feet in a flash as she thrust both of her little fists up into the air. The Minatare Brunette made rapid progress to the nearest set of turnbuckles whilst her Challenger remained poleaxed on the canvas, climbing them quickly so that she could salute her supporters more appropriately.
Hopping back down again, with a bashful smirk on her features, Sammie moved to address the hard camera…
…before Alejandra Fernandez damn near broke her in half with a DEVASTATING Spear!!
SPEAR
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LsJiqi4G6qE
Sammie folded about her ambushers weaponised shoulder before she collapsed to the canvas, the slighter frame of the young woman rocked clean off her feet. She landed with a pained exhale and wrapped her arms about her pained tummy but, before she could fully turtle, Alejandra was already back on her feet and grasping the blind-sided Brit by her hair.
With a severe yank, Fernandez bullied the gold clad grappler back up to standing, the Upstart Supreme valiantly attempting to recover but finding herself unable to inhale a fresh breath. Alejandra took full advantage of her pearl harbour assault, slinging Sinclair’s left arm up and over her shoulders whilst also securing the smaller girl up in a fierce, front headlock. With Sammie appropriately tied up, and the FAWNatics calling fowl up and down the arena, the Prototype went on to hook her captives left leg.
Pausing only to ensure that the duo was appropriately stood at centre ring, Alejandra bellowed out a dominant cry as she powered the People’s Princess up into the air. After compacting her opponents lithe frame up into a tight cradle at the apex of her arc, she SLAMMED her back down onto the canvas across her slim shoulders and surgically repaired neck!!
SMALL PACKAGE DRIVER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rS02e4hz9sM
The free, right stem of Sammie spasmed almost violently before she was allowed to flop to the deck, a short, breathy grunt escaping from her petite body before she lay idle. Alejandra leaned over the poleaxed crowd favourite before grasping the young woman by her hair, possessively lifting her head off the mat so that their features were almost touching. Sinclair’s eyes were still open, but she was clearly just barely there, not that Fernandez much cared as she delivered her warning.
“I will put you down, Sinclair,” she promised, her more powerful physique rigid, the tremor that crept into her tone betraying years of frustration. “I will put you down!!” she promised before THUMPING that back of the stunned Brits noggin back down against the canvas.
Alejandra stood back up, serenaded by the heckles of the FAWNatics, glaring down at the girl that she considered a roadblock on her career. No-more, she decided, before she was done, the Prototype would put the Princess back on the shelf for good!!