Post by hawkeye on Oct 5, 2020 0:42:18 GMT
The FAWNtron screen goes stark white, a rubber stamp slams down leaving an imprint of the Canadian flag in red ink. A baritone heavy, men’s choir sings “OOOHHHHH, CAAAAANNNAADAAAA!!”
A woman is seen only from the neck down in a flowing dress that’s equal parts extravagant and colourful dances across the screen, in her wake footage of high flying and acrobatics maneuvers performed by a luchadora plays as Mexican Hip Hop pours through the speakers.
JEZZY P | SUPERHÉROES
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Out dances a configuration from the new stable from The Great White North: The Northern Coalition. Hazeema McMurray and La Sombra.
HAZEEMA MCMURRAY
The D & D obsessed hottie is bouncing foot to foot in tune with the music while dressed for business and pleasure. A red silk blouse unbuttoned halfway down let her mountainous cleavage breathe, showing a hint of her entirely unnecessary push up bra. A silk brown skirt hugged her shelf of an ass and ended just past mid-thigh leaving her tan legs uncovered till the eye travelled to her fashionable, strappy sandals. As always, her ribs length dark hair was tied into pigtails with short braids that swung in the air as she danced next to her dark-haired, and rhythmically gifted client. In singles action today was the solo salsa dancing woman beside her, The Northern Coalition’s healer in their DnD campaigns and the latest line in a Mexican wrestling Dynasty, La Sombra.
LA SOMBRA
Unlike the stoic, absentee powerhouse of the team Olunike Waite, La Sombra looked at the untamed territory of FAWN with an alluring, yet mischievous smile, eyes full of mirth... and a face painted like a Día de Los Muertos sugar skull.
The newest generation of La Familia de Sombras struck the perfect medium between her partners in physicality; Olunike was a tall, slender, hardbody type while Hazeema was short and extremely curvaceous. La Sombra had the body and subtle muscle movements of a gymnast while blessed with a bounty of curves. Taut and firm, rippling with power yet a distinctly feminine figure.
The Canadian luchadora wore tight red pants whose legs consisted of a very sheer, imperial red mesh that showed off her chiselled legs, the mesh connected to barn red leather bikini bottoms decorated with black, metal buttons around the waist and leg holes. Covering her ample breasts was a bikini top the same style as her bottoms, the top half of her chest puffing over the edge of the fabric. Overtop that was a sleeved crop top, made of the mesh material as the pant legs. Red boots with a white maple leaf on each heel and red wrist tape capped her look off.
Hazeema turns to her supernaturally graceful charge after a sultry hip twist and asks, “You’re coming off a string of wins in the dark matches. You ready for your FAWNmania debut, bud?”
La Sombra wordlessly takes the lady from Letterkenny in her arms and effortlessly spins and dips her like they’ve been tangoing together for years. One shoe on the ramp, back parallel to the ground, Hazeema is held in the air by La Sombra’s strong hand at the small of her back, making the manager arc her back in a way that the audience greatly appreciated. Catching her breath Hazeema looks up into La Sombra’s delighted face.
“Not that I don’t enjoy this, but a yes would have sufficed.”
“From Letterkenny, Ontario Canada by way of Mexico! Accompanied by Hazeema McMurray and representing The Northern Coalition! Standing at 157cm and weighing in at 56kgs! The Laughing Skull… La Sombraaa!”
Sombra sets her busty bestie on her feet and they make her way to the ring, dancing a little to the music as they went, the Mexican Canadian’s long dark hair bouncing slightly with each step. FAWN’s latest luchadora gives her valet a quick hug then hops onto the apron’s edge; she leans back into a supine position under the bottom rope which Sombra grabs with her right hand. She twists her body into a swift 360. A kaleidoscope of red and black flares brightly and briefly before it slows down and reforms into a person, and rolls deeper into the squared circle. La Sombra kips up quick as a whip and presents herself to the Orlando crowd like she was a prize in a game show. Wordlessly asking, “Do you approve?”
And judging by the fan’s reaction, it was an emphatic “Yes!”
The announcer clears his throat, asking for the crowd to simmer down as he was about to introduce the next opponent.
“Introducing next, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, she stands at 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty pounds. She is the InstaFitness Sensation, MABEL POWERS!”
MABEL POWERS
The busty brunette stepped out of the curtains, welcomed by euphoric cheers. Crossing her arms below her waist, she slowly raised her arms in a circular motion and flexed them, displaying her nubile, but fit body. Her athletic frame was further emphasized by her ring gear, a black sports brief that hardly covered the curves of her glutes, and a white sports bra that superfluously held her firm breasts up. Smiling from ear to ear, The Fit Queen ran down the ramp, slapping the extended hands of the spectators. Coming to a stop at the ring, she hopped onto the apron and slowly slid one leg over the middle rope where she pauses and jiggles her booty a little before moving herself fully into the ring. She stood in the center and extended her arms into a wide ‘T’.
“Now tell me people, who’s the fittest?” Mabel asked as she flexed her arms, to which the crowd responded with an affirmative, “YOU!”
The official does his customary check for foreign objects on both ladies, finding nothing he motions for the bell.
DING!DING!
Both fighters exit their corners with a bounce in their steps circling each other with the distance between them shrinking with each lap. When she’s close enough La Sombra offers a hand that Mabel takes in a quick handshake before separating, locking up with The Laughing Skull with an Elbow and Collar. Having 5 inches and a good 17 pounds on La Sombra; after a few moments of hearty resistance from the Canadian, Mabel easily backs her into The Northern Coalition’s corner. The Gym General tummies up on the smaller wrestler letting La Sombra feel the heat coming off her skin as her superior muscles overpower those of the 4th generation star. The Fit Queen’s firm breasts rest on top of the luchadora’s and nestle at her chin for a ref’s count of three before Powers breaks away cleanly. Popping a bicep curl and patting her abs Mabel backs away to center ring with a smile, chirping “No days off!”
La Sombra appears unfazed judging by the serene smile growing across her face. With a small body roll, La Sombra eases off the buckles shaking her hands loose before walking forward with arms prepped for another lock-up. Mabel eagerly accepts the delectable dancer in her grasp and the two strain for leverage, their buttocks twitching pleasingly with the effort. At ringside Hazeema slaps the edge of the ring to a beat shouting encouragement to her client, “You can do this Somby! You got this!”
To her credit, La Sombra does last longer than the first go-around but Mabel’s raw power just outclasses the Canadian and slowly drives La Sombra back, her maple leaf boots digging furrows in the canvas. Mabel explains her advantage with a voice attractively husky with exertion, “Stair Climber, Leg Press, Leg Curls. You got to cycle them in regularly and -Whoa!”
Amid her forced retreat La Sombra falls back and to the side tripping Powers up with a Drop Toe Hold, La Sombra has Mabel’s left arm in her possession still and has plans for it; She pops to her feet, swings a leg over it and turns back to face Mabel with the arm tucked between her stems. The Canuck throws herself into a forward roll, upending Mabel onto her shoulders with a Magistral Cradle.
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The official dives for the count as Mable frantically kicks and squirms, desperate not to lose before she breaks a real sweat. Zebra counts One… Two… at Two and one-half Mabel springs out of the hold onto all fours and reels back throwing an arm over the ropes! La Sombra remains close to canvas wiggling her rump like a feline, pleased with her near win. The Laughing Skull back rolls to her feet and executes a shockingly good moonwalk to the other side of the ring, tapping her temple in an Emily West manner. Mabel grins and pulls herself up, “Alright, let’s those BPMs up.”
The Gym General and the Laughing Skull break into sprints on a collision course! Mabel goes for a clothesline but La Sombra ducks the scythe and rebounds off the ropes with a leg lariat, Mabel somersaults under and keeps course for the ropes, La Sombra rolls with her landing and gets up running without a hitch. Ricocheting off the strands at the same time they speed toward center ring, Mabel tries for another clothesline but Sombra ducks again, this time hooking an arm around the outstretched limb and throwing herself onto The Fit Queen’s back sideways, locking her ankles around Mabel’s other arm she flings herself back for a Crucifix Driver.
The back of her mind buzzing as the face-painted female climbs her like a jungle gym, Mabel drops into a wide crouch and heaves herself forward to counteract the driver, stopping the move dead. La Sombra has a moment to share a worried look with Hazeema before Powers hups her into a Fireman’s Carry. Mabel turns to the hard cam for a wink before whipping back, splattering La Sombra with a Samoan Drop.
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La Sombra rolls to her side upon impact, feeling the full force of Mabel’s weight crashing onto her midsection. The Fitness Sensation takes her by the shoulder and hip and pulls Sombra onto her back to covers her for…
ONE!
NO!!!!
The Luchadora kicks out at the count of one, shoving the heavier lady aside. “Get off me!”
“Wow! Rude!” Mabel exasperates as she peels the Canadian off the canvas and bullies her opponent into the ropes. Still feeling the effects of the Samoan Drop, La Sombra offers no struggle as Mabel whips her across the ring!
The InstaFitness Queen trails to the center and zeroes in the returning Luchadora for a clothesline but she again slips under the swinging arm, hitting the opposite ropes. Without turning back, Mabel throws a back elbow as La Sombra approaches but La Sombra thwarts that attempt too, somersaulting under the strike. Seamlessly, La Sombra pops up to her feet and delivers a high angle dropkick. Mabel raises her arms to her chest to cushion the blow, but the force manages to throw her back a couple of steps. With the little distance created, La Sombra charges in but Mabel doubles over and pops her up into the air! With some acrobatic trickery, however, The Laughing Skull manages to land perfectly on both feet, escaping the back body drop unsca…Mabel spins around and smashes a clothesline across the back of her neck!
La Sombra crumbles onto her fours with the loud smack! “A slippery one, aren’t you?” Mabel sneers as she pulls La Sombra up by the head. Tucking the 4th generation star’s head under her arm, Mabel yanks her tights and hauls her up into the air like a vertical pole. Mabel holds La Sombra up for a few seconds before freefalling backwards, slamming the coalitionist back first into the canvas.
La Sombra sits up and clutches the small of her back in agony but Mabel quickly shoves her onto the canvas and hooks her leg for…
ONE!
La Sombra kicks out immediately after the first count!
Mabel with a grin takes Sombra by the back of the neck and pulls her to standing, “Good, at least I can work up to a minor sweat.” Mabel forces the Canuck to bend over and pushes her forward in a small circle before hurling across the ring in Biel toss. Powers is stronger than she looks and even with La Sombra getting a good bit of altitude, she manages to roll with the landing, leaping up to flip over the buckles to land on the apron. The Laughing Skull is undaunted by Mabel’s few minutes of domination and runs full speed ahead to the eastern post and climbs up for some high-flying, but Mabel’s laying in wait! Guessing La Sombra’s trajectory Mabel sprints to the corner, getting there as the coalitionist gets perched on the top buckle. The Fitness Queen takes her by the mesh top and leather bottoms, La Sombra only has enough time to shake her head ‘no!’ before she’s thrown from the high rent district to a crash landing on the thinly padded plywood.
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La Sombra lies on the canvas writhing as Powers does a quick lean in to the ropes for some extra power in her kickoff, with long strides Mabel flashes over to the Canuck, jumps straight into the air and spikes an Elbow Drop off-centre of La Sombra’s heart. Grabbing the shuddering wrestler by the wrists Mabel spreads Sombra’s arms out along the canvas and grapevines her legs for a full-body pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
La Sombra gets a shoulder up!
Mabel’s still grinning. Her opponent tonight is all flash, no substance. Lacing her fingers around the back of La Sombra’s neck she pulls the Mexi-Canadian up and into a series of knees to the gut while backing her up against a set of ropes. Looping Sombra’s arms over the top strand Mabel starts laying down overhand chops to the luchadora’s large targets. Getting a half dozen echoing shots in before the official’s count hits five Mabel makes a fast retreat to the other side ring, hits the ropes and ricochets back for a Cactus clothesline ready to go but has to deal with a charging coalitionist first. Running about 4 steps behind the gym-enthusiast La Sombra hits a low running dropkick to Mabel’s left knee, trapped in a forward momentum Mabel flips into a harsh seat on the canvas, flinching at the pain in her leg and tailbone. La Sombra runs back to the ropes Mabel and rebounds off them into a Basement Dropkick. Sombra pulls her knees to her chin for maximum power she nearly flies past Power, pistoning her gams and connecting with a double foot stomp to the Gym General's features. Her wrestling boots scraping off Mabel’s cheeks as they hit the canvas.
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Mabel sits up behind La Sombra partially blinded by tears, a purely physical and natural reaction when wrestling boots go across your eyes. She turns over to push herself up but the luchadora puts shoe leather to her back to keep her down. Breaking away to the cables east of the prone Powers La Sombra comes back with another low dropkick, smacking and stunning Mabel when it hits the side of her face.
Down at ringside, The Northern Coalition’s manger is ecstatic, jumping up and down clapping away “Yes! That’s it, you got this!”
The Laughing Skull throws a thumbs up to her friend as she walks over to the face-down Powers’ feet and lifts them off the canvas by the ankles. La Sombra steps through the gap between those legs and puts her boots at Mabel’s hips to straddle the young star’s back. Pulling up on the captured feet, Sombra bends the back of Mabel’s legs over her thighs in a rare application of a Cangrejo Inventido.
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“EURRRGHHH!” Mabel bites her lower lips and pushes herself off the canvas as the hold is applied. The Gym General desperately reaches out for the bottom rope. The difference in raw power quickly becomes apparent as Mabel drags La Sombra along to the bottom ropes. La Sombra follows along as fighting the force would only knock her balance off, choosing to put all her energy into turning the Pennsylvanian’s legs to jelly.
In a short time, Mabel throws the crook of her arm over the bottom strand forcing La Sombra to break the hold. As the Gym General slowly rises with the help of the ropes, La Sombra races to the opposite set and returns with a shotgun dropkick that sends Mabel tumbling out of the ring and splatting on the mats outside. Mabel struggles to her feet, holding the shoulder she landed on and looking rather disorientated. Not underestimating her opponent’s physical ability, La Sombra mounts on her offence. She hightails it to the far ropes once more, hits them with her back and recoils into a run across the canvas. Showing off that lower body trained for strength and grace The Laughing Skull vaults on to the top rope, impressively balancing for a brief moment to judge the distance between her and an unaware Mabel recovering by the ramp. She propels herself into the air, at her apex Sombra stretches herself out and crashes… NOO!!!
La Sombra’s eyes widen in shock as Mabel plucks her out of mid-air and holds the curvy Canadian across her chest. Sweat dripping off her brow Mabel roars “Rahhhh!!” and charges towards the ring post, smashing Sombra back first into the cold unforgiving steel! The InstaFitness Queen quickly drops the quivering high flyer onto the ringside while she staggers a few steps away and drops to her knees. Powers catches a few needed breaths to re-oxygenate herself before standing while La Sombra writhes in pain with a hand over the small of her back. Hazeema grips the bases of her pigtails in worry, restraining herself not to physically intervene on her friend’s behalf.
“You…” Mabel growls at the face painted N.C. member, peeling her off the padded concrete and rolling her back into the ring. La Sombra makes herself roll further to get some distance from an incoming Mabel, but the pain in her back prevents her from moving any further than onto her fours. Mabel picks the smaller woman up and hauls her onto the right shoulder before slamming her onto the deck with a thunderous Powerslam!
POWERSLAM
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As La Sombra flattens out, Mabel hooks her far leg for the….
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOO!!!
“Gosh, you a toughie for your size!” Mabel compliments a woozy La Sombra, picking up the flattened coalitionist as she stands. “But the next move is not gonna be pleasant!”, Mabel warns and drapes La Sombra over the shoulders before powering her up into a torture rack!
TORTURE RACK
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With one arm over a thigh, the other over La Sombra’s chin, Mabel pulls down forcefully to bend her opponent’s back, The Luchadora’s screaming in pain to the rafters. Mabel shouts over her caterwauling cargo “Give up, I don’t wanna hurt you anymore!” she offers La Sombra a chance to get out of the hold but she waggles her finger ‘no’. After a few more spinal adjustments, Mabel starts lowering her hips towards the ground, treating her opponent like a barbell, popping back up in a strong powerful motion!
“ONE!” Mabel counts before squatting once more and pops back up with a “TWO!”. She keeps going until the count of five, “That’s one set! Do you want to give up yet?” Mabel asks once more. La Sombra curses bilingually as spasms rock her back, refusing to dignify the question with a response, she slaps and palms at Mabel’s face. The angle of the rack kept it from being effective but it did annoy the Pittsburgh Powerhouse into breaking the hold. Flipping the Latina forward over her head while dropping to a knee, Mabel impales Sombra’s stomach on the posted joint. La Sombra lets out a deep groan echoed by the FAWNatics, her wide eyes and gaping mouth filling up the FAWNtron screen. The Fitness Queen puts a hand on the small of Sombra’s back to keep her balanced as she gives the Canadian’s firm hindquarters a few chiding paddles with her open hand. Payback for ignoring her question and playing with her face. Accompanying each spank with a stern “Rude, rude, rude.” Smack! Smack! Smack!
Powers pushes La Sombra off her knee, allowing her to trudge to a seat on the canvas massaging her abused belly. Powers comes from behind grabbing La Sombra by the elbow, pulling them back as she forces a knee into the painted lady’s spine. Her backbone already tenderized by Mabel’s torture rack Sombra can’t help but release little sharp yelps and moans with each jostle of the knee. Mabel pulls back harder on her opponent's arms to curve her spine further, getting the 4th generation wrestler’s ears closer to Powers’, making it easier to explain her in-ring workout. “Gotta give yourself time to take in oxygen before hitting the next machine. Restholds are important for a longer, more satisfying session.”
La Sombra objected to being compared to gym equipment very deeply but was cut off from voicing her opinion when Mabel changed her hold to a kneeling Dragon Sleeper. Her left arm looped backwards under Sombra’s chin to keep The Painted Lady painfully arched over the fulcrum of her knee, Mabel’s right hand was free to slap and poke at the stretch of uncovered midsection between her crop top and pants. The Gym General lays three crisp openhand smacks to the Mexi-Canadian’s abs, then works in a probing belly claw. Her thump teases Sombra’s navel tracing a light circle before it drills in deep.
Mabel warns the coalition member with the air of a spinning class instructor,” We’re gonna take things to the next level now. Get ready!” Pulling up La Sombra to standing by her two handholds Mabel falls backward to rattle La Sombra’s brain with a reverse DDT. Kipping up from the wreckage Powers runs ahead to the ropes while the Canuck holds the back of her throbbing head. The Fitness Queen breaks a personal record speeding back to her opponent’s side then shows off an impressive vertical leap, La Sombra opens her eyes to see Mabel backlit by the house lights as she plummets down with a leg drop. The chiselled limbs land heavily across the Canadian’s chest and belly. Already in pin position, Mabel grabs the nearest leg of Sombra’s for insurance as the ref makes the count; she’s only mildly surprised when Sombra kicks out at 2 and a half.
Back at ringside, a worried Hazeema is trying to get the crowd to instill some vital energy in her friend, clapping and chanting” SOM-BRA! SOM-BRA!...” The Floridians quickly following suit, it’s rare for a wrestling fan to turn down a chant. La Sombra gives no indication she can hear the fans, limp and malleable in Mabel’s arms as she forced up by the armpits. Once she’s certain the swaying Sombra can stand on her own Mabel grabs a wrist, drops a hip, and pulls Sombra in with an Irish whip- La Sombra reverses the throw, suddenly showing a lot more life The Laughing Skull whips Mabel hard into the far buckles, the Caucasian woman caught unawares is unable to turn in time and hits them hard with her front.
Crossing her arms over her vibrating chest, a grimacing Mabel turns back to face a roaring La Sombra running full speed at the Gym General! Leaping just to the right of Mabel the Canuck slaps a clothesline to the beauty’s clavicle, simultaneously driving Mabel back into the corner and escaping to the ring’s apron through the gap under the top cable. Shook up by the sudden offence Powers falls to a wide-legged seat in the corner, head resting on the bottom turnbuckle. La Sombra climbs the cables like a ladder and takes the top ropes to pull herself into an impressive handstand before swinging down knees first into a Pittsburgh crash pad.
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La Sombra crouches in the space between the gasping Mabel’s legs and pats a little bongo beat lightly on Pennsylvanian’s bruising chest, cheekily saying “I’m not rude. I’m focused, yet playful.” The Northern Coalition member takes Powers in her grasp and goes for an Irish Whip, Mabel keeps hold of Sombra’s arm and reverses it, dropping to the canvas after release to increase the power. Mabel may have been hoping for La Sombra to take the buckles with her breasts as she had but The Laughing Skull nullifies the excess force of the whip into a cartwheel, getting a full rotation before popping out to lightly touch the corner with her back. Her full lips in a smile, La Sombra laces her fingers behind her head and shimmies her pelvis at Powers in slow and provocative belly dance, eliciting some laughs and whistles from the crowd.
The Gym General starts seeing red and pushes off the mat from a track and fielder’s position and has a Spear with La Sombra’s name on it! The Painted Lady leans back on the top ropes and floats over a charging Mabel into a somersault. Mabel stops herself before she hits the post and runs back to an already risen coalitionist, before Powers can swing her fist Sombra snags her beautiful brown hair and jumps back, kicking out her legs to introduce Powers to the canvas with a Sitout Facebuster.
The Gym General cries out feeling her nose flatten against the thinly padded plywood, but has the sense of mind to use the recoil to get to all fours. La Sombra back rolls to her feet and snaps a tart kick to Mabel’s perfect nose, knocking her onto her haunches with eyes watering. La Sombra darts forward into a sliding seat beside but facing behind Mabel. Capturing her in a side headlock La Sombra swiftly throws herself back for a threepeat on The Fit Queen’s nose, spiking her face-first into the mat.
BASEMENT FLATLINER
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Mabel clutches her proboscis as she flips onto her back with The Laughing Skull scuttering to hook her legs for the…
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOO!!
Powers kicks out of the fall with half a second to spare! The Gym General quickly gathers onto her fours but as she raises her head, La Sombra races towards her from the far ropes and knocks her back onto the mat with a dropkick, showing some early-career savvy Mabel was able to absorb some of the blow with a raised guard. She promptly rises to her feet as La Sombra hits the ropes once more, looking to drop Mabel on her back with another dropkick. Just as La Sombra approaches, Mabel cocks her arm back and turns La Sombra inside out with a devastating clothesline!
The Laughing Skull becomes the Groaning skull as she lands flat on her belly. Still feeling her nose throbbing, Mabel flips La Sombra over and hooks her leg for the…
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOO!!!!
Powers let out a deep sigh as she kneels beside The Luchadora with hands on her hips. Mabel grabs La Sombra by the head as she rises, but keeps the dual citizen bent over at the waist. Powers tucks Sombra’s head between her firm thighs and calls out to the fans, “This is it!”.
Wrapping her arms around La Sombra’s middle, Mabel hauls her to a seat on her shoulders. Holding her by the waistband, Mabel hoists The Luchadora further into the air for her patented Gorgeous Bomb. On the floor Hazeema prays their hours of studying tape on Powers pays off… and it does! Sombra escapes through the backdoor tumbling down behind Powers onto her feet while using the rotation to snake her arms around those of the Fitness Fighter. La Sombra drops to her knees and puts her forehead to the mat to stack Powers in an embarrassing wide-legged matchbook.
BACKSLIDE PIN
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The official dives to make the count, Mabel’s bicycling her legs desperately through two slaps of the mat and tumbles free at 2.9. Both women roll to their feet each wearing an aura of frustration. La Sombra slings an arm around Mabel’s shoulders and between her legs in prep for a bodyslam, Sombra starts to lift her but Powers deadweights and entwines her feet around the Canadian’s, tripping Sombra into a Small Package!
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Proud, squirming Mexican butt to the sky La Sombra is caught in the jaws of defeat but finds freedom a millisecond before the 3 count, exploding out of the crutch and competing to stand before the Gym General, she succeeds but Mabel’s nipping at her heels. Mabel snags a handful of mesh crop top and pulls Sombra into some rapid-fire blows to the face, laying in some heavy right hands and switching to forearm strikes before the ref can object. Once The Painted Lady’s good and stunned, Powers retreats to the strands to finish things in style with her patented Axe Bomber.
AXE BOMBER
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Fans in the building can see the FINISH HER flashing proverbially above the staggering Sombra’s head. Mabel’s running full tilt toward a vulnerable target with her swinging arm cocked and ready, McMurray screaming for her client to escape to safety over the din of the audience but La Sombra’s too scatterbrained to take heed. Photographers tense their fingers for the money shot- and they get an iconic moment but not the one they expected! Sombra comes to life and pivots to hit a basement Superkick to Mabel’s left shin. She buckles and nearly falls flat, but to Mabel’s credit she tries to get up the moment her knee touches canvas; The Laughing Skull rushes forward and takes Powers’ right arm in a Wristlock. Now shoulder to shoulder with her opponent Sombra slinks her left leg around Mabel’s right knee presses down into the pit, forcing both of them to kneel before the Hardcam. The Gym General has to break her fall with her hands or risk another nasty bump to the nose, while Mabel’s in the doggy position La Sombra reaches across her broad back to shoot her right arm and left leg around Mabel’s biceps. Wrapped around the American like chocolate on a Coffee Crisp, La Sombra turns onto her stomach upending Powers in a wriggling matchbook pin.
MOUSETRAP PIN
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Crossing her ankles and clasping her hands to fortify her grip La Sombra wills every once of power to keep Mabel down for the...
ONE!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!!
DINGDINGDING!!
“Your winner by pinfall, Laaaaaa Sommbraaa!!!”
The Laughing Skull keeps Powers trapped till she hears the first rung of the bell and breaks the hold. Rolling to the ropes and throwing an arm over the bottom cable La Sombra lives up to her nickname as she laughs joyously from her victory. Her manager, friend and teammate Hazeema McMurray is jumping and running circles around the ring in happiness for La Sombra’s, and The Northern Coalition’s first FAWNmania win! Mabel sits on the mat with an arm on a raised knee with a surprised and rankled expression as she stares into the nothingness. She screws up her face and slams a fist into the mat, “Dammit!” Visions how she could have gotten out of that pin and how she would have won through Mabel’s mind as she gets up. Head down and hands on hips The Gym General tries to center herself, kicking the bottom rope as the official raises La Sombra’s hand. Hazeema nearly bowls them over as she slams a tight hug onto her client from behind, La Sombra’s laugh has trickled down to a low chuckle but her face is so bright it dispels shadows.
She turns to give her friend the snuggest of hugs, and when they separate Sombra’s smile drops, Mabel has walked over to them during their celebration and stands within attacking range. A carefully blank expression is on the aerobic aggressor’s face but Sombra can tell the rolling storm of emotions under the surface. A moment of silence overtakes the arena; everyone in the building is on edge waiting to see if some post-match brawling is about to set off. Mabel breathes deep through her nose… and sticks out her hand for a shake. The Luchadora eyes the woman she just beat for a FAWNmania victory for a tense second… and takes the offered hand in her own, Powers’ grip is tight, but not overly so; Keeping their hands knotted Powers speaks in an even tone, “Great match. Good win. I’ll get you next time.”
Sombra’s smile grows back just an inch, “We’ll see.”