Post by hawkeye on Mar 8, 2021 0:54:02 GMT
To say that the FAWNatics were feeling spirited would be an understatement, the packed Orlando Arena in full voice after a packed show of hard-hitting action had gotten the blood pumping. That jovial atmosphere was set to only improve as the Announcer arrived at centre ring, about to confirm that oh so precious Gold was about to be put on the line…
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” he began, voice filled with gravitas. “The following contest will be a Triple Threat Match for the EurAsia Title!!”
The FAWNatics roared, many already knowing who they wanted to emerge victorious.
“Introducing first, hailing from Manchester, England and weighing tonight as one-hundred and eighteen devilish pounds, the Cherry Topped Wonder, JAIME! LONDON!!”
ARE YOU READY FOR THIS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HGS0GoV8-xc
…burst into life over the sound system, and the FAWNatics erupted into cheers, their eyes turning to the illuminated stage as one.
Bursting through the curtain like a pocket hurricane, Jaime London was greeted with a roar of approval from the FAWNatics, one that was worthy of summoning the Sensational Spinoff to even the biggest of shows. The diminutive redheaded dynamo flashed her million-megawatt smile as she strode from one end of the stage to the other, all five foot two and one hundred and eighteen pounds of the gorgeous Manchester Native ready to explode into action, her enthusiasm infectious.
JAIME LONDON
The Upstart Sensation made her way down the aisle, her feet barely touching the floor such was the energy with which the redhead approached the ring, as eager as ever to reach her destination. At a sprint she closed the final distance to the squared circle, vaulting up onto the apron at a bound and scaling the closest set of turnbuckles without missing a beat.
Facing out towards the crowd and perched upon the highest point in the ring, the Cherry Topped Wonder pumped both of her fists up into the air as the FAWNatics responded with fresh cheers, enrapt as she leapt suddenly into a flawless, backwards sault that brought her back down to earth with a bounce in her step and fire in her eye.
Filled with an overabundance of energy, the Sensational Spinoff made her way to centre ring with one hand upraised, the representative of the FAWN’s most Babyfaced of Factions, the Upstart Nation, saluting the crowd as she inhaled deeply.
Taking a second stab at seizing EurAsia Gold since being cheated at last months, Thrills, Chills and Spills PPV, she made her intentions known as she motioned a strap about her trim tummy where a treasured Title would fit snugly.
The crowd agreed with her sentiment and so, with the populace behind her, Jaime nodded with an exhale before backing off towards one corner, keeping herself limber whilst maintaining a wary eye out for potential ambushes, sneak attacks or otherwise underhanded strategies employed by her adversaries.
Once bitten…
The Announcer returned to centre stage, clearing his throat to ensure that he would be heard.
“And introducing the second Challenger, hailing from the Blue Side of Manchester, England, and coming in tonight at five foot four and one hundred thirty pounds, the Apex Enforcer, IRMA! IRONS!!”
BURY YOU
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLliftUOkmg
Iron’s stormed out into view the moment the lyrics burst into life over the loud speakers, tearing through the curtains and striding down the ramp with a distinct lack of ceremony. Ceaseless aggression personified, the Weaponised Wolverine rolled her thick shoulders, powerful physique laced with steel corded muscle as she stormed a path towards the ring.
IRMA IRONS
As perpetually pissed off as a person could be, and still be considered functionally human, Irma tore a direct route down towards the squared circle and was undeviating from her course. She snorted, envisioning the violence that she was about to commit.
When the squared circle was almost within reach, Irma accelerated into a dash, all but throwing herself beneath the bottom rope and tucking into a roll, pushing back up onto her feet and marching on over to one corner. She beat her chest with a shout before marching away, rapidly approaching the one opposite and repeating the process.
Blood pumping, Irma marched to centre ring, exhaling deeply and rolling her neck, fingers flexing into fists as she kept herself primed, a bull ready to charge at a moment’s notice. The truly observant members of the audience could still see the lingering remains of an angry, red welt marring Iron’s forehead from where Flynn had nailed her with a monitor back at Season’s Beatings.
Unsurprisingly, Irma was still taking it personally.
Iron’s turned her attention to Jaime and, instantly, the FAWNatics could feel the tension in the air, Irma tensing her whole body as she scowled at her fellow Brit. The two Manchester Natives had been circling for a long time, collecting grudges as they went and yet never quite colliding in the squared circle. Now, that mutual animosity seemed about ready to come to a head.
Anticipation from those watching increased experientially when London, both fearless and eager, pushed outwards from her corner and met Iron’s at centre ring without a hint of hesitation. They stared one another down, hearts beating quickly as both were prepared to engage, a smile finding its way to Jaime’s lips.
“So,” London questioned, perking her brow. “Something on your mind?”
Irma’s scowl only deepened, an inbuilt desire to inflict harm peeking.
In reply, just a hint of steel entered Jaime’s expression.
“Because there’s sure as hell still plenty on mine. Putting my Aunt in a coffin, trying to cripple Sammie, these are the things I tend to reme…”
The sound system but her off…
BAD THINGS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hKzwSsxkpTA
…blaring from the loud speakers, somewhat souring the mood as a curvy brunette emerged from behind the curtains uninvited, strolling out into view and coming to a full stop at centre stage. In one hand, Lady Lydia Lethbridge brandished an elegantly crafted, gleaming, ebony cane, tipped with a beautifully sculptured, silver forged, glowering wolfs head. She planted it in the ground before her, clasping it imperiously with both palms. Tipping her chin up just so as she looked to the left with faint disregard, before offering the right the very same disdain, her dark, covetous eyes ultimately coming to a rest on the ring before her.
LADY LYDIA LETHBRIDGE
Standing in at five foot two and one hundred seventeen pounds, she flashed a grin of ill intent, one filled to overflowing with smug satisfaction as, from places forever left unknown, she procured a microphone. Remaining on the stage, she brought the stick up to her lips, her big, gluttonous eyes filled with vindication and delight.
“Try Hards and Also Rans,” she began, directly addressing the two young women in the ring, enduring the cascade of boos being rained down upon her before she flashed a near feral grin, one that was just barely masked by a veil of civility. “REJOICE!! For while you bicker aimlessly with one another, I bring back to you your ONE, TRUE, EUROASIA CHAMPION!!. My calculated killer, YOUR Gaelic goddess!! CLEONA! FLYNN!!”
KILLER INSIDE OF ME
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-ykAnJRPiw
…emerged from the sound system and, all too soon, the Celtic Constrictor arrived on stage.
CLEONA FLYNN
She didn’t pause as she made her presence known.
Standing in at five foot six and one hundred fifty-two pounds, the Redheaded Reaper cut an imposing silhouette as she marched down the ramp, not batting an eye as she passed her Ladyship on the stage and sought the most direct route possible to the squared circle. There was no ceremony in her stride as she zeroed in on her objective, stalwart and unflinching in the face of her amassed accolades, Cleona declaring neither fanfare nor boasts, regardless of the ten pounds of glorious, coveted strap she now carried slung over one shoulder. The EuroAsia Gold that she had torn from the possession of the beloved People’s Princess, Samantha Sinclair.
Lydia fell into step a few paces behind her hired help, setting off down the ramp at a stately pace. As she sauntered towards the squared circle, she thrust the head of her cane in the direction of those in the crowd that especially displeased her. There was no shortage of candidates, the FAWNatics not shy in showering her with scorn, and she marked out each and every one to be disciplined later.
With only a few yards separating Flynn from the ring, Cleona picked up the pace, the Scottish Sociopath leaping up onto the apron and, as if she were not the focus of attention for the evening, sat down on the middle rope and lifted the top, waiting patiently for Lethbridge to join her.
Unhurried, Lydia ascended the steel steps, the Princess of Privilege ducking between the coils and striding into the squared circle, delighting in the displeasure that she wrought throughout the unwashed masses. She brought her microphone back up to her lips and smiled, somehow both indulgent and condescending as she regarded the duo of London and Iron’s, holding them in equal contempt.
“How delightful,” she purred. “Please, do feel free to tear one another apart. I suppose it would make quite the… spectacle, perhaps even involve a little talent.”
Jaime paused, exchanging a quick look between Lydia and Irma before taking a step back, creating a little distance whilst staying limber.
“Lethbridge,” London began.
“That’s Your Ladyship to you!!” Lydia snapped.
“Sure,” Jaime shrugged, taking another pace back, refusing to break eye contact. “Lethbridge, get out the ring. That’s the only warning you’re going to get, which is more than I expected, and one more than you gave me.”
With a curling of her lip, Lydia let her ire off the leash, turning to face London with the entirety of her unbridled, withering scorn.
“Now listen here, you talentless tar…”
CRACK!!
Many of the FAWNatics sat back in shock as Iron’s stepped in and NAILED the incensed Lethbridge with an especially vicious looking right hook that damn near took her head off!!
Lydia went down like she’d been shot and, before Irma could even finish her follow through, Cleona was on her like a freight train, almost running her over with a shockingly forceful shoulder charge!! Flynn connected with the Apex Enforcer with a loud grunt, smashing into her and knocking the Brit clean off her feet, Iron’s sent skidding across the canvas at a tumble.
Not one to be left behind, Jaime spotted her moment and smirked, making use of the distance she had created and, like a good little firecracker, launched herself into a sprint. Releasing a spirited Warcry, the Cherry Topped Wonder took to the air and connected flush against Cleona’s bosom with a beautiful drop kick!!
Flynn grunted as she back peddled a full step, visibly winded before she could brace herself on the backfoot. Upright, however, is what she remained, and with her focus now snapping from one from Brit to the other, Cleona prepared to…
…eat a second dropkick, Jaime back on her feet in a flash and pressing her assault, forcing an even bigger exhale to escape from the Scot’s robust body. She stumbled in reverse two steps this time, her back coming to rest against the ring ropes, the rubber coated steel conspiring to keep her on boot leather.
It didn’t last long, not with both London and Iron’s now back on their feet, the two Manchester natives charging as one and, with a unified shout, they connected with a double clothesline across Flynn’s powerful shoulders, conspiring to tip her up and over the top rope and send her tumbling to the outside of the ring. Head over heels, the Redheaded Reaper was sent falling, hitting the apron on the way down and landing ungainly on one knee upon the barely padded concrete.
The FAWNatics erupted, engrossed with the spectacle, and both Jaime and Irma marched away from the chaos that had been wrought, surging with adrenaline both. London saluted the jovial FAWNatics with a hearty fist pump and enthusiastic shout from one corner, whilst Iron’s cracked her neck and zeroed back in on Lydia.
With Lethbridge starting to come to, Irma grabbed her by the back of her neck before bullying the dazed aristocrat back up to vertical and, with a scowl, proceeded to bum rush Her Ladyship out of the squared circle as well. Like a missel she was launched, sailing through the top and middle ropes before she landed, mid-flight, in the arms of Cleona, the Gaelic Goddess breaking the fall of the Penthouse Belle at no little cost to herself.
The Official, apparently deciding that there was no point trying to reverse the clock now, called for the bell to begin the contest.
No sooner had it chimed than did Jaime and Irma returned their respective attentions to each other, temporary alliance cast aside so quickly that it had almost never existed to at all.
They both charged, making eye contact and rapidly advancing, London at a sprint and Iron’s a stampede, eating up the distance in between them in an instant.
Irma lined herself up to deliver a haymaker of a clothesline, but Jaime ducked clean underneath, continuing on her way to the ring ropes without missing a stride. She rebounded off them in short order, picking up even greater speed as she returned to…
…be a collected by a poised Iron’s, the Manchester Malcontent catching the surprised London about her hips and popped the smaller Brit into the air. Spinning about sharply on the spot, Irma released a fresh shout, throwing herself down to sitting whilst SLAMMING the redhead in her grasp back first against the canvas, knocking the air out of her petite body with a bombastic Spinebuster!
Jaime grooooaned as she bounced off the mat, clenching her teeth as the plywood flexed beneath her punished physique and she popped over to leaning on her side, one arm clutching at the small of her back. She exhaled deeply as she rolled over onto her front, the tip of one boot tapping briefly on the canvas before she grimaced, pushing her way back up to her hands and knees.
Irma was on her, relentless as always, far from satisfied with the violence she had thus far wrought as she grabbed her hometown rival by her right arm. She twisted it sharply, forcing a yelp to escape from London’s body, the redhead stamping down on that reaction as quickly as she was able as the continued wrench on her limb forced her up to standing yet folded forwards.
Iron’s wrenched on her captured limb again, and Jaime fought down the impulse to produce a second cry, regardless of how much her slim shoulders were quivering, every inch of her arm now burning. Instead, while to was being forcibly marched in a slow circle, she inhaled a deep breath and, with plucky determination, dove herself down into a forward roll, landing on the canvas across her back.
The Personification of Pissed Off still had a hold of her, but the stiff rotations on her limb had lessened to the point that she could think straight and, with an additional inhale, London launched herself back to her feet with a crowd-pleasing Kip Up!!
Catching Irma flat footed, and her arm no longer twisting the wrong way, Jaime turned the tables on the Apex Enforcer, capturing the other Challenger’s wrist and serving up a dose of her own medicine, twisting Iron’s arm until the sharp rotation sent a jolt of pain through the battling brunette’s shoulder!
Irma hissed, her teeth clenched together, dark eyes promising murder, but Jaime displayed precisely zero signs of being intimidated. Instead, with a light in her eyes, the Diminutive Dynamo twisted the captured limb further to forcibly adjust her opponents’ posture to that of one folding forwards. So lowered, London continued to move, pivoting on the spot and sweeping one of her gams up and over until an increasingly discomforted Irma had her arm stuffed between the redhead’s legs.
Jaime looked backwards at her foe over one of her slim shoulders and delivered a quick wink before, with a twist of her hips, she whiplashed her right stem back up skywards, WHACKING Iron’s across her throat as she scythed the coveted lower limb up and over with a beautiful Leg Lariat!!
Arm Wrench/Leg Lariat: @4:00
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-xyRuTqyR_8
Releasing a sharp grunt as she was caught flush, Irma toppled backwards to the mat with a thump, splayed out on her back and staring upwards at the rafters.
London wasted little time, perpetual motion in full effect as she released her hold, spun her way up to one knee before quickly arriving on her feet, taking a single step before leaping and, taking a page out of her Aunts book, spread her athletic stems out to deliver a sweet Leg Drop…
Irma, however, had successfully locked horns with the Sensational Shea London enough times to perhaps know what was coming, rolling to the side and avoiding danger before Jaime could connect!!
With her taunt little booty meeting canvas instead of opponent, the Sensational Spin-Off bounced a good inch after her tailbone met plywood, and it was with a wince she rolled over onto her knees, the small of her back once again protesting from the sharp collision. She wanted to get back up, but her thighs betrayed her, momentarily numb from the crash landing and, even with the FAWNatics issuing a warning, she was a sitting duck for the irate Iron’s!
Dropping down to one knee behind Jaime, Irma slapped on a STIFF sleeper about the Cherry Topped Wonder’s noggin, wrenching the hold for good measure just to ensure everyone now knew who was in control.
London’s eyes popped open wide in surprise and, too late, she attempted to inhale deeply, her heart beating rapidly as she experienced a surge of panic. She attempted to straighten up as best as she could from a kneeling position, but the much strong stronger Iron’s bore down on her slim shoulders all the harder, tightening her grip with a firm pulse from her steel corded bicep. With her lips parting slightly and her cheeks already turning rosy, Jaime reached up in an attempt to pry her way loose, but could find no slack in her foes noose, petite body quivering as her pretty peepers began to flutter.
Somehow, Iron’s tightened her grip still further, pressing her stockier body down hard on her rival’s back as the girl began to buck involuntarily beneath her, firm little booty inadvertently grinding against Irma’s crotch. The Manchester Malcontent responded with a firm, possessive thrust of her own pelvis forwards, smacking those glutes with a small whack as she sapped the young woman of her will.
Irma wrenched again, rewarded with a deflated grunt from Jaime’s lips as she growled into the girl’s ear.
“This is how quickly I can wreck you,” Iron’s pointed out, relaxing her sleeper just long enough to allow a little life to return to London’s buckling body, before snuffing it back out again. “It won’t be the last time.”
Jaime’s pert bosom hiked in response, spark of defiance swelling her torso before her world began to turn dim, London’s arms slumping downwards to sway idly by her thighs as she groaned with short gasps. Iron’s piled on the pressure, rattling her foe slightly, wringing from her slackening physique the last dregs of resistance as, starch almost completely removed from her posture, London began a final slump towards sitting back on her haunches, peepers of baby brown fluttering towards closed…
Iron’s suddenly found herself distracted, the tenor of the crowd changing to such a degree that she was forced to take notice, even this close to forcing her long running rival to pass out. Chancing a quick look over her shoulder, she spotted Cleona Flynn climbing back onto the apron, the EurAsia Champion moments from re-joining the fray.
Irma scowled, curling her lip and displaying several teeth, tossing aside the slack frame of Jaime as though the crowd sweetheart was no longer important, the Diminutive Dynamo inhaling deep, greedy breaths as the world flashed back into focus. Iron’s paid her no mind, inhaling deeply as she surged back to vertical, exhaling a blood curdling shout as she charged across the ring.
Flynn was about to step through the ropes when the Personification of Pissed Off arrived, all but throwing herself into the air and, shoulder first, speared all one hundred and thirty pounds of her hardbody physique into the exposed gut of the Celtic Constrictor.
With a heady GRUNT exploding from her body, Flynn was propelled backwards from the apron and, once again, she was expelled from the squared circle, narrowly missing the incredulous Lady Lethbridge before connecting with the barricade. Cleona bounced off the fixture after knocking it backwards by several inches, cradling her ribs as Lydia, brandishing her cane, demanded that her Champion get back up, thrusting the silver wolfs head of her staff in Iron’s direction.
Irma picked herself back up, rolling her shoulders and cracking her neck, still on the apron and pacing back and forth. “I’ll get to you two later,” she snorted. “I’ll rip that belt off her corpse yet!”
Seething at the commoners audacity, Lethbridge left her charge behind and turned the entirety of her ire on the Apex Enforcer.
“You will address me as Your Ladyship!!” she demanded, but such calls went unheeded as, much to Lydia’s gall, Iron’s turned her back her before she had even finished speaking, daring to dismiss her out of hand.
Irma looked back to where she had left Jaime…
…only to find that London was no longer there, the resurgent Sensational Spinoff instead on her feet and charging across the canvas. In no time at all, the Brit took to the air and caught the flat-footed Iron’s clean against her chest with a sweet little dropkick and knocked the air from her body!
The FAWNatics found their voices with a fresh cheer as, unbalanced, Irma spun on the spot at a stumble before falling forwards, her upper body tumbling in an ungainly fashion to become wrapped about the middle rope. She shook her head with a wince, scowling as she struggled to catch her breath.
Jaime, on the other hand, was looking quite the opposite, back on her feet without missing a beat and, with her local rival perfectly positioned, she shot off at a dash. With a rapid moving of her feet, she reached the ring ropes at a sprint and, leaping at the last moment with the crowd behind her, the little redhead grasped both the top and middle coils and spun her delightful physique through the air with a gorgeous 619.
Both of her feet WHACKED Iron’s across her features, and the Apex Enforcer grunted as she was propelled away from her perch by the impact, cradling her features as she tumbled to the canvas across her back. She muttered several dark obscenities that would not be making the PG edition of the broadcast, but made no immediate effort to scrape herself off the mat, the world still spinning from the blunt force trauma delivered directly to her face.
London had landed on the apron, also ignoring Lydia as she ran down the edge of the ring, finding the closest ring post and, like a good crowd sweetheart, she ascended to the top turnbuckle rapidly. Pausing just long enough to line up her target, Jaime took to the air, pleasing the crowd no end with a Frog Splash before she dropped atop Irma from a great height, tummies forcibly coming together with a WHACK and Iron’s by far coming off the worse!
DISTRACTION/619/FROG SPLASH: @2:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kSLh_utirSk
The Manchester Malcontent GUFFED out a pained gasp of air before Jaime dutifully captured one of her foe’s stems, pulling the limb in tight as she went for a pinfall…
ONE!
TWO!!
…Irons kicked out with shout, denying London her first singles Gold.
Jaime pushed up onto her knees but didn’t let the near miss deflate her, pooling her resolve for a fresh offensive…
…before Flynn finally returned to the ring and, with both Manchester Natives distracted, CRACKED the blindsided London with a brutal Big Boot to the back of her noggin!!
With her vision exploded and world spinning, Jaime dropped heavily front forwards to the canvas as the FAWNatics gasped in despair, the EurAsia Champion deflating their hopes with one, well placed and bone rattling strike.
Flynn continued to display absolutely zero patience as she leant down to scrape the shellshocked London back off the mat, bodying the smaller young woman to her feet before firmly grasping her by one shoulder and the back of her shorts. Bracing her own posture, the Redheaded Reaper turned sharply on the spot and, with a growl of irritation, she all but hurled the Cherry Topped Wonder threw the air in the direction of one corner, Jaime sent hurtling shoulder first into the Ringpost!!
London cried out as her joint collided with the unyielding steel with a wet THUNK echoing out across the arena, the crowd wincing with sympathy as Jaime, features a fresh mask of misery, clasped at her numb limb and slumped down into the deck. She sat back in the corner, struggling to control even her breathing, right arm now limp at her side as she bit down on her bottom lip.
Cleona left her there, turning her attention to Iron’s who was pushing her way up onto her hands and knees, a bad place to be with the Gaelic Goddess zeroing down on her position.
A swift, savage kick to exposed gut of Irma was enough to knock the air back out of Iron’s and leave her heaving, the face of the Personification of Pissed Off crimson as she gagged for fresh air.
There was no time to claim it however, not as Flynn reached down and grabbed her by the scruff of her neck, hauling the Brit up to her feet and keeping her folded forwards. A firm tug pulled her into a firm standing Headscissors, and Cleona wasted little time in wrapping her arms about the hardbodies midriff. Taking a moment only to brace herself, Flynn went on to power all one hundred and thirty pounds of Manchester Native up off the deck and rotated her about to sit across her shoulders in a stalling, Powerbomb position.
Taking three, increasingly rapid steps forwards, the EurAsia Champion finally displayed some manner of emotion as she released a hearty shout and suddenly LAUNCHED her cargo through the air, Irma’s descent destined for disaster as the base of her spine SLAMMED into the turnbuckles at her back!!
BUCKLE BOMB: @0:12 Onwards
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RqyrkEEWpiA
Connecting with considerable force, Iron’s cried out an involuntary shout, biting down on the expulsion of pain with a gritting of her teeth as she bodily rebounded back out of the corner. She was still on her feet, but only just barely, stumbling on uncertain footing after every single inch of her physique had been left rattled. Largely beyond her control, Irma approached centre ring…
…where she was met once more by Cleona, the Scot NAILING her with a Highland Kick which was delivered with enough force to damn near knock anyone right off their feet! Irma was no exception, the Apex Enforcer grunting as she was ruthlessly levelled and sent crashing backwards to the deck, the wind knocked right back out of her as her torso and she was left heaving.
For a moment, Flynn looked down at the Challenger that had been circling her Title since Seasons Beatings and, looking detached from her actions, she STOMPED down on Iron’s exposed gut!
Even the FAWNatics winced in sympathy for the Manchester Malcontent as she grunted and curled up into a ball, gagging and heaving deep and empty breaths. Her predicament only worsened as Cleona followed up with a fierce STOMP to the other young woman’s back, forcing a fresh spasm from the girl’s body, before a few more insistent boots to her side first shoved Irma out onto the apron, and then pushed her over the edge to the outside of the ring.
With one Challenger to her chosen Champion’s Title so deposited from the squared circle, Lady Lydia Lethbridge was now looking far happier about current affairs, applauding Flynn’s efforts regally and with a great deal of pomp.
As for Cleona herself, if anything, the EurAsia Champion looked faintly bored with the whole affair, as she often did, going through the motions of fulfilling Her Ladyships desires, securing their positions in the top echelons of FAWN by levelling one would be Contender after another.
Flynn turned about…
…to meet a rapidly oncoming Jaime, the FAWNatics finding their voices as, after a breather, their favourite had found her feet. London was a blur of motion, despite the throbbing of her shoulder, as she shot across the canvas like a lightning bolt, neatly ducking beneath a scything arm from Cleona that threatened to cut her down in her tracks. Danger so evaded, the Diminutive Dynamo kept on going, rebounding off the furthest set of ring ropes with the whole crowd behind her, storming back in on the EurAsia Champion at even greater speeds…
…only for Flynn to duck low and use all of Jaime’s oh so precious momentum against her, the Scot rapidly jostling the little redhead to lay strapped across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. London was spared only one moment to panic before, with cargo secured, Cleona ripped the wind from the sails of FAWNatics the world over by throwing herself backwards, taking Jaime on an involuntary ride backwards before PLANTING her against the deck with a THUNDEROUS Celtic Drop!!
ROPE RUN INTO CELTIC DROP: @2:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tR7CQmJm2IQ
Jaime’s heady GROAN of forcibly expelled air was shockingly loud for those sitting in the front rows and, her whole body bucking from the impact, the Sensation Spinoff bounced a good two inches off the canvas before she slumped over onto her side. She quivered for a few seconds before falling still, struggling to keep her insides where they belonged.
Flynn didn’t display a great deal of hurry in getting back up to her feet but, with devastation all around, perhaps she didn’t need to. She rolled her shoulders to keep those limbs loose as she turned about to finish London off, that was until Lethbridge interjected from outside the ring.
“No,” the Princess of Privilege directed curtly, using the silver tip of her cane to direct her right-hand woman, motioning to one corner. “Like her ridiculous Aunt,” she commanded, the barest note of resentment bleeding into her tone, a score that, due to the machinations of others, she was no longer in a position to readdress.
Descent was generally not in Cleona’s vocabulary but, as she looked to the turnbuckles, she did eye them with a slight perking of her brow and the mildest, almost imperceptible shake of head. She repressed a sigh however, reaching down to grab Jaime by her ankle and, like a cavewoman, dragged the young woman behind her across the canvas.
Arriving at her unscheduled destination, she dropped the coveted limb and turned about, bracing herself back against the corner and began to climb the turnbuckles. She reached the second set of ropes as the crowd protested her ascent every step of the way and, after some thought, and even with Lydia’s critical eye upon her, Flynn made the executive decision to not climb all way to the top as the Sensational Shea London would have done. Instead, the destroyer class athlete was satisfied with as high as she had gotten, and braced herself to…
CRACK!!
…Irons was up on the apron, bounding her way up onto the ringside with a fresh shout and the FAWNatics gasping behind her, steel chair in hand which she SLAMMED against Cleona’s exposed spine!
Flynn made not a sound, her mouth hanging open in silent shout as her back was blistered by the folded furniture, the Scot curling before she dropped down heavily to the canvas, landing at a stumble and on shaky feet. Gritting her teeth, she continued to step forwards several paces as her body was wracked by pain and her mind was numbed by shock, grimacing as she turned around and…
CRACK!!
…Irma was there again, now inside the squared circle and weapon in hand, WHACKING the steel off Cleona’s braincase, the impact echoing across the arena and splitting open the Scot’s head.
Flynn stood there for several seconds, blinking slowly as she teetered on the spot, Iron’s breathing heavily before her and preparing to nail the Celtic Constrictor again. It was unnecessary, blood trickling down her blank eyed expression, before she toppled sideways to the canvas like a felled oak.
The Personification of Pissed Off towered over her, weapon clasped in her white knuckled grip, exhaling deeply through clenched teeth as she was fully prepared to use it again, with nothing in the rules of a Triple Threat Match to stop her. She adjusted her stance, pulling herself up with temples thumping, preparing to wail of the bigger woman until her arms lacked the strength to continue doing so…
…that is until London caught her attention.
With assistance from the turnbuckles, Jaime was slowly pulling herself up to sitting, shaking her head and, with awareness returning, checking to see if the contest was still ongoing. Discerning that it was, she stifled a grimace as she continued drag herself upwards, controlling her breathing as her heart beat a mile a minute, acutely aware that a steel chair wilding Irma was zeroing in on her position.
“Should have stayed dead, bytch,” Iron’s growled, right eye twitching once. “Might have forgotten that you were here.”
“You know me,” London exhaled a short huff, right arm still barely responsive as, with grit, determination and a great deal of assistance from the ropes, she had managed to pull herself back up to a semblance of vertical. “Always want to be the centre of attention.”
“Bytch,” Irma spat something unhealthy on the canvas, the fluid tinted with crimson. “I’ll make yer f*cking famous!” Irons suddenly sped up her advance, closing the distance with Jaime swiftly as she raised her steel chair up high and swung for the fences…
…only for London to surge into life herself, the Cherry Topped Wonder ducking low and deftly avoiding the folded furniture with barely a breath to spare. She darted around onto Irma’s blindside and, with the Apex Enforcer cursing and attempting to regain her balance, London prepared to strike. Irons turned around and, with the FAWNatics enrapt, Jaime leapt up into the air, clasped her hands about the back of her foes noggin and jammed her right knee up against Irma’s jaw.
Gravity did the rest, dragging the little Brit back down to earth and yanking Irma forwards with her until, with back meeting canvas, her weaponised joint JOLTED up against the underside of Iron’s features with enough force to knock her senseless!!
CHERRY POPPED
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The WHACK was heard several rows back as Irma recoiled from the lightning-fast collision as though she had just been jabbed with a cattle prod, shooting up to standing before toppling backwards in a stunned heap!! The FAWNatics erupted, sensing history was in the making, Jaime back on her feet again quickly as her rival lay splatted out across the mat, limbs twitching erratically from misfiring synapses.
For the moment, London was the last woman standing, clutching at her right shoulder that continued to throb, glistening with a sheen of perspiration as it looked as though she was about to throw herself atop Iron’s to secure a pinfall. She hesitated however, thankfully spotting Flynn out of the corner of one eye, the bloodied Redheaded Reaper dragging herself slowly back up to her feet whilst her scalp continued bleeding.
Jaime shook her head, looking between Irma and Cleona before coming to a decision, pulling herself up straight as she turned her attention back to the Scot.
“To be the Champion,” she whispered to herself, reaching down and scooping up the steel chair that Iron’s had dropped, snapping the battered furniture open into its proper shape, setting it back down on the canvas. “You beat the Champion.”
London called her shot, pointing in the groggy Flynn’s direction before bringing her hands together in a clap, the crowd soon picking up on her prompt and joining in. Jaime felt invigorated, the sold-out arena soon filled with the booming percussion of the FAWNatics supports, the Diminutive Dynamo crouching low and ready to pounce, shaking her pert little booty ever so slightly with the word ‘KA-BOOM’ stencilled across her buttocks.
Pressed in tight against one corner, Cleona had found her feet and, as she turned around, Jaime shot off at a sprint, crossing the distance between them at a flash…
…and Flynn matched her pace, pushing forwards with surprising acceleration to meet London head on…
…but the Sensational Spin-Off was still just too damn fast for her, neatly ducking beneath her grasp and kept on going. She reached the turnbuckles behind her opponent and, with spritely step, bounded straight up and onto the second pad. Using it as a pedestal, she launched herself up into the air, turning herself about just as the flatfooted Cleona was doing likewise, London wrapping her athletic legs about her opponent’s noggin in a dazzling flying Headscissors. Exercising every ounce of momentum she could summon, Jaime continued to beguile as she swung herself about, preparing to uproot the Gaelic Goddess and send her tumbling towards disaster on the wrong end of a jaw dropping Hurricanrana…
…only for the joy of the crowd to transform swiftly into horror as, at the most critical point, the EurAsia Champion slammed on the brakes and refused to be uprooted, Cleona grabbing the wide-eyed Jaime by her hips and instead powering her back up to sitting in a Powerbomb position!!
London just barely had time to panic before Flynn stepped forwards and flung her cargo forwards, SLAMMING her spine first THROUGH the steel chair!!
HURRICANRANA/POWERBOMB REVERSAL: @11:10
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With a great CLANG!! ringing through the air, Jaime’s back seemed to buckle almost as much as the chair, many in the crowd looking away as the Cherry Topped Wonder crumpled into a heap, spritely physique reduced to little more than wreckage following her brutal landing. With a dull moan, she managed to twitch a few times before Cleona advanced a full step and then took to the air, sitting out in mid flight and let gravity take hold, the Redheaded Reaper DROPPING all one hundred and fifty-two of her pounds down across London’s barely still responsive head and chest!
In recoil, Jaime’s athletic stems kicked up into the air before dropping back down to the mat, dead weight as, for all intents and purposes, the Sensational Spinoff had vacated the building. With London pinned to the deck, the Official dropped down to the canvas to begin counting.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The man in black and white called for the bell and as…
KILLER INSIDE OF ME
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…returned to the loud speakers, confirming Flynn’s victory.
Many of the FAWNatics expressed their disappointment, whilst many more voiced their mounting concern as to Jaime’s current well-being.
Lydia Lethbridge could not have looked more pleased as she took her sweet time in entering the squared circle, claiming centre stage and brandishing her cain imperiously, holding out her palm patiently for some manner of flunky to place a microphone into her hand. Somewhat reluctantly, the Announcer complied, surrendering his stick to Her Ladyship.
“Philistines and Unbelievers,” she began, far from endearing herself to the masses as Cleona still sat atop the barely moving London and dabbed at her bloodied forehead. “The winner of this… Contest[/b] and STILL your one, true EurAsia Champion, my firm right hand, your Gaelic Goddess,” she paused for effect, the Celtic Constrictor getting back up to her feet, planting her boot atop Jaime’s pert bosom, planting a flag on the other young Brit’s chest.
“CLEONA! FLYNN!!”
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” he began, voice filled with gravitas. “The following contest will be a Triple Threat Match for the EurAsia Title!!”
The FAWNatics roared, many already knowing who they wanted to emerge victorious.
“Introducing first, hailing from Manchester, England and weighing tonight as one-hundred and eighteen devilish pounds, the Cherry Topped Wonder, JAIME! LONDON!!”
ARE YOU READY FOR THIS
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…burst into life over the sound system, and the FAWNatics erupted into cheers, their eyes turning to the illuminated stage as one.
Bursting through the curtain like a pocket hurricane, Jaime London was greeted with a roar of approval from the FAWNatics, one that was worthy of summoning the Sensational Spinoff to even the biggest of shows. The diminutive redheaded dynamo flashed her million-megawatt smile as she strode from one end of the stage to the other, all five foot two and one hundred and eighteen pounds of the gorgeous Manchester Native ready to explode into action, her enthusiasm infectious.
JAIME LONDON
The Upstart Sensation made her way down the aisle, her feet barely touching the floor such was the energy with which the redhead approached the ring, as eager as ever to reach her destination. At a sprint she closed the final distance to the squared circle, vaulting up onto the apron at a bound and scaling the closest set of turnbuckles without missing a beat.
Facing out towards the crowd and perched upon the highest point in the ring, the Cherry Topped Wonder pumped both of her fists up into the air as the FAWNatics responded with fresh cheers, enrapt as she leapt suddenly into a flawless, backwards sault that brought her back down to earth with a bounce in her step and fire in her eye.
Filled with an overabundance of energy, the Sensational Spinoff made her way to centre ring with one hand upraised, the representative of the FAWN’s most Babyfaced of Factions, the Upstart Nation, saluting the crowd as she inhaled deeply.
Taking a second stab at seizing EurAsia Gold since being cheated at last months, Thrills, Chills and Spills PPV, she made her intentions known as she motioned a strap about her trim tummy where a treasured Title would fit snugly.
The crowd agreed with her sentiment and so, with the populace behind her, Jaime nodded with an exhale before backing off towards one corner, keeping herself limber whilst maintaining a wary eye out for potential ambushes, sneak attacks or otherwise underhanded strategies employed by her adversaries.
Once bitten…
The Announcer returned to centre stage, clearing his throat to ensure that he would be heard.
“And introducing the second Challenger, hailing from the Blue Side of Manchester, England, and coming in tonight at five foot four and one hundred thirty pounds, the Apex Enforcer, IRMA! IRONS!!”
BURY YOU
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Iron’s stormed out into view the moment the lyrics burst into life over the loud speakers, tearing through the curtains and striding down the ramp with a distinct lack of ceremony. Ceaseless aggression personified, the Weaponised Wolverine rolled her thick shoulders, powerful physique laced with steel corded muscle as she stormed a path towards the ring.
IRMA IRONS
As perpetually pissed off as a person could be, and still be considered functionally human, Irma tore a direct route down towards the squared circle and was undeviating from her course. She snorted, envisioning the violence that she was about to commit.
When the squared circle was almost within reach, Irma accelerated into a dash, all but throwing herself beneath the bottom rope and tucking into a roll, pushing back up onto her feet and marching on over to one corner. She beat her chest with a shout before marching away, rapidly approaching the one opposite and repeating the process.
Blood pumping, Irma marched to centre ring, exhaling deeply and rolling her neck, fingers flexing into fists as she kept herself primed, a bull ready to charge at a moment’s notice. The truly observant members of the audience could still see the lingering remains of an angry, red welt marring Iron’s forehead from where Flynn had nailed her with a monitor back at Season’s Beatings.
Unsurprisingly, Irma was still taking it personally.
Iron’s turned her attention to Jaime and, instantly, the FAWNatics could feel the tension in the air, Irma tensing her whole body as she scowled at her fellow Brit. The two Manchester Natives had been circling for a long time, collecting grudges as they went and yet never quite colliding in the squared circle. Now, that mutual animosity seemed about ready to come to a head.
Anticipation from those watching increased experientially when London, both fearless and eager, pushed outwards from her corner and met Iron’s at centre ring without a hint of hesitation. They stared one another down, hearts beating quickly as both were prepared to engage, a smile finding its way to Jaime’s lips.
“So,” London questioned, perking her brow. “Something on your mind?”
Irma’s scowl only deepened, an inbuilt desire to inflict harm peeking.
In reply, just a hint of steel entered Jaime’s expression.
“Because there’s sure as hell still plenty on mine. Putting my Aunt in a coffin, trying to cripple Sammie, these are the things I tend to reme…”
The sound system but her off…
BAD THINGS
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…blaring from the loud speakers, somewhat souring the mood as a curvy brunette emerged from behind the curtains uninvited, strolling out into view and coming to a full stop at centre stage. In one hand, Lady Lydia Lethbridge brandished an elegantly crafted, gleaming, ebony cane, tipped with a beautifully sculptured, silver forged, glowering wolfs head. She planted it in the ground before her, clasping it imperiously with both palms. Tipping her chin up just so as she looked to the left with faint disregard, before offering the right the very same disdain, her dark, covetous eyes ultimately coming to a rest on the ring before her.
LADY LYDIA LETHBRIDGE
Standing in at five foot two and one hundred seventeen pounds, she flashed a grin of ill intent, one filled to overflowing with smug satisfaction as, from places forever left unknown, she procured a microphone. Remaining on the stage, she brought the stick up to her lips, her big, gluttonous eyes filled with vindication and delight.
“Try Hards and Also Rans,” she began, directly addressing the two young women in the ring, enduring the cascade of boos being rained down upon her before she flashed a near feral grin, one that was just barely masked by a veil of civility. “REJOICE!! For while you bicker aimlessly with one another, I bring back to you your ONE, TRUE, EUROASIA CHAMPION!!. My calculated killer, YOUR Gaelic goddess!! CLEONA! FLYNN!!”
KILLER INSIDE OF ME
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…emerged from the sound system and, all too soon, the Celtic Constrictor arrived on stage.
CLEONA FLYNN
She didn’t pause as she made her presence known.
Standing in at five foot six and one hundred fifty-two pounds, the Redheaded Reaper cut an imposing silhouette as she marched down the ramp, not batting an eye as she passed her Ladyship on the stage and sought the most direct route possible to the squared circle. There was no ceremony in her stride as she zeroed in on her objective, stalwart and unflinching in the face of her amassed accolades, Cleona declaring neither fanfare nor boasts, regardless of the ten pounds of glorious, coveted strap she now carried slung over one shoulder. The EuroAsia Gold that she had torn from the possession of the beloved People’s Princess, Samantha Sinclair.
Lydia fell into step a few paces behind her hired help, setting off down the ramp at a stately pace. As she sauntered towards the squared circle, she thrust the head of her cane in the direction of those in the crowd that especially displeased her. There was no shortage of candidates, the FAWNatics not shy in showering her with scorn, and she marked out each and every one to be disciplined later.
With only a few yards separating Flynn from the ring, Cleona picked up the pace, the Scottish Sociopath leaping up onto the apron and, as if she were not the focus of attention for the evening, sat down on the middle rope and lifted the top, waiting patiently for Lethbridge to join her.
Unhurried, Lydia ascended the steel steps, the Princess of Privilege ducking between the coils and striding into the squared circle, delighting in the displeasure that she wrought throughout the unwashed masses. She brought her microphone back up to her lips and smiled, somehow both indulgent and condescending as she regarded the duo of London and Iron’s, holding them in equal contempt.
“How delightful,” she purred. “Please, do feel free to tear one another apart. I suppose it would make quite the… spectacle, perhaps even involve a little talent.”
Jaime paused, exchanging a quick look between Lydia and Irma before taking a step back, creating a little distance whilst staying limber.
“Lethbridge,” London began.
“That’s Your Ladyship to you!!” Lydia snapped.
“Sure,” Jaime shrugged, taking another pace back, refusing to break eye contact. “Lethbridge, get out the ring. That’s the only warning you’re going to get, which is more than I expected, and one more than you gave me.”
With a curling of her lip, Lydia let her ire off the leash, turning to face London with the entirety of her unbridled, withering scorn.
“Now listen here, you talentless tar…”
CRACK!!
Many of the FAWNatics sat back in shock as Iron’s stepped in and NAILED the incensed Lethbridge with an especially vicious looking right hook that damn near took her head off!!
Lydia went down like she’d been shot and, before Irma could even finish her follow through, Cleona was on her like a freight train, almost running her over with a shockingly forceful shoulder charge!! Flynn connected with the Apex Enforcer with a loud grunt, smashing into her and knocking the Brit clean off her feet, Iron’s sent skidding across the canvas at a tumble.
Not one to be left behind, Jaime spotted her moment and smirked, making use of the distance she had created and, like a good little firecracker, launched herself into a sprint. Releasing a spirited Warcry, the Cherry Topped Wonder took to the air and connected flush against Cleona’s bosom with a beautiful drop kick!!
Flynn grunted as she back peddled a full step, visibly winded before she could brace herself on the backfoot. Upright, however, is what she remained, and with her focus now snapping from one from Brit to the other, Cleona prepared to…
…eat a second dropkick, Jaime back on her feet in a flash and pressing her assault, forcing an even bigger exhale to escape from the Scot’s robust body. She stumbled in reverse two steps this time, her back coming to rest against the ring ropes, the rubber coated steel conspiring to keep her on boot leather.
It didn’t last long, not with both London and Iron’s now back on their feet, the two Manchester natives charging as one and, with a unified shout, they connected with a double clothesline across Flynn’s powerful shoulders, conspiring to tip her up and over the top rope and send her tumbling to the outside of the ring. Head over heels, the Redheaded Reaper was sent falling, hitting the apron on the way down and landing ungainly on one knee upon the barely padded concrete.
The FAWNatics erupted, engrossed with the spectacle, and both Jaime and Irma marched away from the chaos that had been wrought, surging with adrenaline both. London saluted the jovial FAWNatics with a hearty fist pump and enthusiastic shout from one corner, whilst Iron’s cracked her neck and zeroed back in on Lydia.
With Lethbridge starting to come to, Irma grabbed her by the back of her neck before bullying the dazed aristocrat back up to vertical and, with a scowl, proceeded to bum rush Her Ladyship out of the squared circle as well. Like a missel she was launched, sailing through the top and middle ropes before she landed, mid-flight, in the arms of Cleona, the Gaelic Goddess breaking the fall of the Penthouse Belle at no little cost to herself.
The Official, apparently deciding that there was no point trying to reverse the clock now, called for the bell to begin the contest.
No sooner had it chimed than did Jaime and Irma returned their respective attentions to each other, temporary alliance cast aside so quickly that it had almost never existed to at all.
They both charged, making eye contact and rapidly advancing, London at a sprint and Iron’s a stampede, eating up the distance in between them in an instant.
Irma lined herself up to deliver a haymaker of a clothesline, but Jaime ducked clean underneath, continuing on her way to the ring ropes without missing a stride. She rebounded off them in short order, picking up even greater speed as she returned to…
…be a collected by a poised Iron’s, the Manchester Malcontent catching the surprised London about her hips and popped the smaller Brit into the air. Spinning about sharply on the spot, Irma released a fresh shout, throwing herself down to sitting whilst SLAMMING the redhead in her grasp back first against the canvas, knocking the air out of her petite body with a bombastic Spinebuster!
Jaime grooooaned as she bounced off the mat, clenching her teeth as the plywood flexed beneath her punished physique and she popped over to leaning on her side, one arm clutching at the small of her back. She exhaled deeply as she rolled over onto her front, the tip of one boot tapping briefly on the canvas before she grimaced, pushing her way back up to her hands and knees.
Irma was on her, relentless as always, far from satisfied with the violence she had thus far wrought as she grabbed her hometown rival by her right arm. She twisted it sharply, forcing a yelp to escape from London’s body, the redhead stamping down on that reaction as quickly as she was able as the continued wrench on her limb forced her up to standing yet folded forwards.
Iron’s wrenched on her captured limb again, and Jaime fought down the impulse to produce a second cry, regardless of how much her slim shoulders were quivering, every inch of her arm now burning. Instead, while to was being forcibly marched in a slow circle, she inhaled a deep breath and, with plucky determination, dove herself down into a forward roll, landing on the canvas across her back.
The Personification of Pissed Off still had a hold of her, but the stiff rotations on her limb had lessened to the point that she could think straight and, with an additional inhale, London launched herself back to her feet with a crowd-pleasing Kip Up!!
Catching Irma flat footed, and her arm no longer twisting the wrong way, Jaime turned the tables on the Apex Enforcer, capturing the other Challenger’s wrist and serving up a dose of her own medicine, twisting Iron’s arm until the sharp rotation sent a jolt of pain through the battling brunette’s shoulder!
Irma hissed, her teeth clenched together, dark eyes promising murder, but Jaime displayed precisely zero signs of being intimidated. Instead, with a light in her eyes, the Diminutive Dynamo twisted the captured limb further to forcibly adjust her opponents’ posture to that of one folding forwards. So lowered, London continued to move, pivoting on the spot and sweeping one of her gams up and over until an increasingly discomforted Irma had her arm stuffed between the redhead’s legs.
Jaime looked backwards at her foe over one of her slim shoulders and delivered a quick wink before, with a twist of her hips, she whiplashed her right stem back up skywards, WHACKING Iron’s across her throat as she scythed the coveted lower limb up and over with a beautiful Leg Lariat!!
Arm Wrench/Leg Lariat: @4:00
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Releasing a sharp grunt as she was caught flush, Irma toppled backwards to the mat with a thump, splayed out on her back and staring upwards at the rafters.
London wasted little time, perpetual motion in full effect as she released her hold, spun her way up to one knee before quickly arriving on her feet, taking a single step before leaping and, taking a page out of her Aunts book, spread her athletic stems out to deliver a sweet Leg Drop…
Irma, however, had successfully locked horns with the Sensational Shea London enough times to perhaps know what was coming, rolling to the side and avoiding danger before Jaime could connect!!
With her taunt little booty meeting canvas instead of opponent, the Sensational Spin-Off bounced a good inch after her tailbone met plywood, and it was with a wince she rolled over onto her knees, the small of her back once again protesting from the sharp collision. She wanted to get back up, but her thighs betrayed her, momentarily numb from the crash landing and, even with the FAWNatics issuing a warning, she was a sitting duck for the irate Iron’s!
Dropping down to one knee behind Jaime, Irma slapped on a STIFF sleeper about the Cherry Topped Wonder’s noggin, wrenching the hold for good measure just to ensure everyone now knew who was in control.
London’s eyes popped open wide in surprise and, too late, she attempted to inhale deeply, her heart beating rapidly as she experienced a surge of panic. She attempted to straighten up as best as she could from a kneeling position, but the much strong stronger Iron’s bore down on her slim shoulders all the harder, tightening her grip with a firm pulse from her steel corded bicep. With her lips parting slightly and her cheeks already turning rosy, Jaime reached up in an attempt to pry her way loose, but could find no slack in her foes noose, petite body quivering as her pretty peepers began to flutter.
Somehow, Iron’s tightened her grip still further, pressing her stockier body down hard on her rival’s back as the girl began to buck involuntarily beneath her, firm little booty inadvertently grinding against Irma’s crotch. The Manchester Malcontent responded with a firm, possessive thrust of her own pelvis forwards, smacking those glutes with a small whack as she sapped the young woman of her will.
Irma wrenched again, rewarded with a deflated grunt from Jaime’s lips as she growled into the girl’s ear.
“This is how quickly I can wreck you,” Iron’s pointed out, relaxing her sleeper just long enough to allow a little life to return to London’s buckling body, before snuffing it back out again. “It won’t be the last time.”
Jaime’s pert bosom hiked in response, spark of defiance swelling her torso before her world began to turn dim, London’s arms slumping downwards to sway idly by her thighs as she groaned with short gasps. Iron’s piled on the pressure, rattling her foe slightly, wringing from her slackening physique the last dregs of resistance as, starch almost completely removed from her posture, London began a final slump towards sitting back on her haunches, peepers of baby brown fluttering towards closed…
Iron’s suddenly found herself distracted, the tenor of the crowd changing to such a degree that she was forced to take notice, even this close to forcing her long running rival to pass out. Chancing a quick look over her shoulder, she spotted Cleona Flynn climbing back onto the apron, the EurAsia Champion moments from re-joining the fray.
Irma scowled, curling her lip and displaying several teeth, tossing aside the slack frame of Jaime as though the crowd sweetheart was no longer important, the Diminutive Dynamo inhaling deep, greedy breaths as the world flashed back into focus. Iron’s paid her no mind, inhaling deeply as she surged back to vertical, exhaling a blood curdling shout as she charged across the ring.
Flynn was about to step through the ropes when the Personification of Pissed Off arrived, all but throwing herself into the air and, shoulder first, speared all one hundred and thirty pounds of her hardbody physique into the exposed gut of the Celtic Constrictor.
With a heady GRUNT exploding from her body, Flynn was propelled backwards from the apron and, once again, she was expelled from the squared circle, narrowly missing the incredulous Lady Lethbridge before connecting with the barricade. Cleona bounced off the fixture after knocking it backwards by several inches, cradling her ribs as Lydia, brandishing her cane, demanded that her Champion get back up, thrusting the silver wolfs head of her staff in Iron’s direction.
Irma picked herself back up, rolling her shoulders and cracking her neck, still on the apron and pacing back and forth. “I’ll get to you two later,” she snorted. “I’ll rip that belt off her corpse yet!”
Seething at the commoners audacity, Lethbridge left her charge behind and turned the entirety of her ire on the Apex Enforcer.
“You will address me as Your Ladyship!!” she demanded, but such calls went unheeded as, much to Lydia’s gall, Iron’s turned her back her before she had even finished speaking, daring to dismiss her out of hand.
Irma looked back to where she had left Jaime…
…only to find that London was no longer there, the resurgent Sensational Spinoff instead on her feet and charging across the canvas. In no time at all, the Brit took to the air and caught the flat-footed Iron’s clean against her chest with a sweet little dropkick and knocked the air from her body!
The FAWNatics found their voices with a fresh cheer as, unbalanced, Irma spun on the spot at a stumble before falling forwards, her upper body tumbling in an ungainly fashion to become wrapped about the middle rope. She shook her head with a wince, scowling as she struggled to catch her breath.
Jaime, on the other hand, was looking quite the opposite, back on her feet without missing a beat and, with her local rival perfectly positioned, she shot off at a dash. With a rapid moving of her feet, she reached the ring ropes at a sprint and, leaping at the last moment with the crowd behind her, the little redhead grasped both the top and middle coils and spun her delightful physique through the air with a gorgeous 619.
Both of her feet WHACKED Iron’s across her features, and the Apex Enforcer grunted as she was propelled away from her perch by the impact, cradling her features as she tumbled to the canvas across her back. She muttered several dark obscenities that would not be making the PG edition of the broadcast, but made no immediate effort to scrape herself off the mat, the world still spinning from the blunt force trauma delivered directly to her face.
London had landed on the apron, also ignoring Lydia as she ran down the edge of the ring, finding the closest ring post and, like a good crowd sweetheart, she ascended to the top turnbuckle rapidly. Pausing just long enough to line up her target, Jaime took to the air, pleasing the crowd no end with a Frog Splash before she dropped atop Irma from a great height, tummies forcibly coming together with a WHACK and Iron’s by far coming off the worse!
DISTRACTION/619/FROG SPLASH: @2:05
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The Manchester Malcontent GUFFED out a pained gasp of air before Jaime dutifully captured one of her foe’s stems, pulling the limb in tight as she went for a pinfall…
ONE!
TWO!!
…Irons kicked out with shout, denying London her first singles Gold.
Jaime pushed up onto her knees but didn’t let the near miss deflate her, pooling her resolve for a fresh offensive…
…before Flynn finally returned to the ring and, with both Manchester Natives distracted, CRACKED the blindsided London with a brutal Big Boot to the back of her noggin!!
With her vision exploded and world spinning, Jaime dropped heavily front forwards to the canvas as the FAWNatics gasped in despair, the EurAsia Champion deflating their hopes with one, well placed and bone rattling strike.
Flynn continued to display absolutely zero patience as she leant down to scrape the shellshocked London back off the mat, bodying the smaller young woman to her feet before firmly grasping her by one shoulder and the back of her shorts. Bracing her own posture, the Redheaded Reaper turned sharply on the spot and, with a growl of irritation, she all but hurled the Cherry Topped Wonder threw the air in the direction of one corner, Jaime sent hurtling shoulder first into the Ringpost!!
London cried out as her joint collided with the unyielding steel with a wet THUNK echoing out across the arena, the crowd wincing with sympathy as Jaime, features a fresh mask of misery, clasped at her numb limb and slumped down into the deck. She sat back in the corner, struggling to control even her breathing, right arm now limp at her side as she bit down on her bottom lip.
Cleona left her there, turning her attention to Iron’s who was pushing her way up onto her hands and knees, a bad place to be with the Gaelic Goddess zeroing down on her position.
A swift, savage kick to exposed gut of Irma was enough to knock the air back out of Iron’s and leave her heaving, the face of the Personification of Pissed Off crimson as she gagged for fresh air.
There was no time to claim it however, not as Flynn reached down and grabbed her by the scruff of her neck, hauling the Brit up to her feet and keeping her folded forwards. A firm tug pulled her into a firm standing Headscissors, and Cleona wasted little time in wrapping her arms about the hardbodies midriff. Taking a moment only to brace herself, Flynn went on to power all one hundred and thirty pounds of Manchester Native up off the deck and rotated her about to sit across her shoulders in a stalling, Powerbomb position.
Taking three, increasingly rapid steps forwards, the EurAsia Champion finally displayed some manner of emotion as she released a hearty shout and suddenly LAUNCHED her cargo through the air, Irma’s descent destined for disaster as the base of her spine SLAMMED into the turnbuckles at her back!!
BUCKLE BOMB: @0:12 Onwards
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Connecting with considerable force, Iron’s cried out an involuntary shout, biting down on the expulsion of pain with a gritting of her teeth as she bodily rebounded back out of the corner. She was still on her feet, but only just barely, stumbling on uncertain footing after every single inch of her physique had been left rattled. Largely beyond her control, Irma approached centre ring…
…where she was met once more by Cleona, the Scot NAILING her with a Highland Kick which was delivered with enough force to damn near knock anyone right off their feet! Irma was no exception, the Apex Enforcer grunting as she was ruthlessly levelled and sent crashing backwards to the deck, the wind knocked right back out of her as her torso and she was left heaving.
For a moment, Flynn looked down at the Challenger that had been circling her Title since Seasons Beatings and, looking detached from her actions, she STOMPED down on Iron’s exposed gut!
Even the FAWNatics winced in sympathy for the Manchester Malcontent as she grunted and curled up into a ball, gagging and heaving deep and empty breaths. Her predicament only worsened as Cleona followed up with a fierce STOMP to the other young woman’s back, forcing a fresh spasm from the girl’s body, before a few more insistent boots to her side first shoved Irma out onto the apron, and then pushed her over the edge to the outside of the ring.
With one Challenger to her chosen Champion’s Title so deposited from the squared circle, Lady Lydia Lethbridge was now looking far happier about current affairs, applauding Flynn’s efforts regally and with a great deal of pomp.
As for Cleona herself, if anything, the EurAsia Champion looked faintly bored with the whole affair, as she often did, going through the motions of fulfilling Her Ladyships desires, securing their positions in the top echelons of FAWN by levelling one would be Contender after another.
Flynn turned about…
…to meet a rapidly oncoming Jaime, the FAWNatics finding their voices as, after a breather, their favourite had found her feet. London was a blur of motion, despite the throbbing of her shoulder, as she shot across the canvas like a lightning bolt, neatly ducking beneath a scything arm from Cleona that threatened to cut her down in her tracks. Danger so evaded, the Diminutive Dynamo kept on going, rebounding off the furthest set of ring ropes with the whole crowd behind her, storming back in on the EurAsia Champion at even greater speeds…
…only for Flynn to duck low and use all of Jaime’s oh so precious momentum against her, the Scot rapidly jostling the little redhead to lay strapped across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. London was spared only one moment to panic before, with cargo secured, Cleona ripped the wind from the sails of FAWNatics the world over by throwing herself backwards, taking Jaime on an involuntary ride backwards before PLANTING her against the deck with a THUNDEROUS Celtic Drop!!
ROPE RUN INTO CELTIC DROP: @2:05
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Jaime’s heady GROAN of forcibly expelled air was shockingly loud for those sitting in the front rows and, her whole body bucking from the impact, the Sensation Spinoff bounced a good two inches off the canvas before she slumped over onto her side. She quivered for a few seconds before falling still, struggling to keep her insides where they belonged.
Flynn didn’t display a great deal of hurry in getting back up to her feet but, with devastation all around, perhaps she didn’t need to. She rolled her shoulders to keep those limbs loose as she turned about to finish London off, that was until Lethbridge interjected from outside the ring.
“No,” the Princess of Privilege directed curtly, using the silver tip of her cane to direct her right-hand woman, motioning to one corner. “Like her ridiculous Aunt,” she commanded, the barest note of resentment bleeding into her tone, a score that, due to the machinations of others, she was no longer in a position to readdress.
Descent was generally not in Cleona’s vocabulary but, as she looked to the turnbuckles, she did eye them with a slight perking of her brow and the mildest, almost imperceptible shake of head. She repressed a sigh however, reaching down to grab Jaime by her ankle and, like a cavewoman, dragged the young woman behind her across the canvas.
Arriving at her unscheduled destination, she dropped the coveted limb and turned about, bracing herself back against the corner and began to climb the turnbuckles. She reached the second set of ropes as the crowd protested her ascent every step of the way and, after some thought, and even with Lydia’s critical eye upon her, Flynn made the executive decision to not climb all way to the top as the Sensational Shea London would have done. Instead, the destroyer class athlete was satisfied with as high as she had gotten, and braced herself to…
CRACK!!
…Irons was up on the apron, bounding her way up onto the ringside with a fresh shout and the FAWNatics gasping behind her, steel chair in hand which she SLAMMED against Cleona’s exposed spine!
Flynn made not a sound, her mouth hanging open in silent shout as her back was blistered by the folded furniture, the Scot curling before she dropped down heavily to the canvas, landing at a stumble and on shaky feet. Gritting her teeth, she continued to step forwards several paces as her body was wracked by pain and her mind was numbed by shock, grimacing as she turned around and…
CRACK!!
…Irma was there again, now inside the squared circle and weapon in hand, WHACKING the steel off Cleona’s braincase, the impact echoing across the arena and splitting open the Scot’s head.
Flynn stood there for several seconds, blinking slowly as she teetered on the spot, Iron’s breathing heavily before her and preparing to nail the Celtic Constrictor again. It was unnecessary, blood trickling down her blank eyed expression, before she toppled sideways to the canvas like a felled oak.
The Personification of Pissed Off towered over her, weapon clasped in her white knuckled grip, exhaling deeply through clenched teeth as she was fully prepared to use it again, with nothing in the rules of a Triple Threat Match to stop her. She adjusted her stance, pulling herself up with temples thumping, preparing to wail of the bigger woman until her arms lacked the strength to continue doing so…
…that is until London caught her attention.
With assistance from the turnbuckles, Jaime was slowly pulling herself up to sitting, shaking her head and, with awareness returning, checking to see if the contest was still ongoing. Discerning that it was, she stifled a grimace as she continued drag herself upwards, controlling her breathing as her heart beat a mile a minute, acutely aware that a steel chair wilding Irma was zeroing in on her position.
“Should have stayed dead, bytch,” Iron’s growled, right eye twitching once. “Might have forgotten that you were here.”
“You know me,” London exhaled a short huff, right arm still barely responsive as, with grit, determination and a great deal of assistance from the ropes, she had managed to pull herself back up to a semblance of vertical. “Always want to be the centre of attention.”
“Bytch,” Irma spat something unhealthy on the canvas, the fluid tinted with crimson. “I’ll make yer f*cking famous!” Irons suddenly sped up her advance, closing the distance with Jaime swiftly as she raised her steel chair up high and swung for the fences…
…only for London to surge into life herself, the Cherry Topped Wonder ducking low and deftly avoiding the folded furniture with barely a breath to spare. She darted around onto Irma’s blindside and, with the Apex Enforcer cursing and attempting to regain her balance, London prepared to strike. Irons turned around and, with the FAWNatics enrapt, Jaime leapt up into the air, clasped her hands about the back of her foes noggin and jammed her right knee up against Irma’s jaw.
Gravity did the rest, dragging the little Brit back down to earth and yanking Irma forwards with her until, with back meeting canvas, her weaponised joint JOLTED up against the underside of Iron’s features with enough force to knock her senseless!!
CHERRY POPPED
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The WHACK was heard several rows back as Irma recoiled from the lightning-fast collision as though she had just been jabbed with a cattle prod, shooting up to standing before toppling backwards in a stunned heap!! The FAWNatics erupted, sensing history was in the making, Jaime back on her feet again quickly as her rival lay splatted out across the mat, limbs twitching erratically from misfiring synapses.
For the moment, London was the last woman standing, clutching at her right shoulder that continued to throb, glistening with a sheen of perspiration as it looked as though she was about to throw herself atop Iron’s to secure a pinfall. She hesitated however, thankfully spotting Flynn out of the corner of one eye, the bloodied Redheaded Reaper dragging herself slowly back up to her feet whilst her scalp continued bleeding.
Jaime shook her head, looking between Irma and Cleona before coming to a decision, pulling herself up straight as she turned her attention back to the Scot.
“To be the Champion,” she whispered to herself, reaching down and scooping up the steel chair that Iron’s had dropped, snapping the battered furniture open into its proper shape, setting it back down on the canvas. “You beat the Champion.”
London called her shot, pointing in the groggy Flynn’s direction before bringing her hands together in a clap, the crowd soon picking up on her prompt and joining in. Jaime felt invigorated, the sold-out arena soon filled with the booming percussion of the FAWNatics supports, the Diminutive Dynamo crouching low and ready to pounce, shaking her pert little booty ever so slightly with the word ‘KA-BOOM’ stencilled across her buttocks.
Pressed in tight against one corner, Cleona had found her feet and, as she turned around, Jaime shot off at a sprint, crossing the distance between them at a flash…
…and Flynn matched her pace, pushing forwards with surprising acceleration to meet London head on…
…but the Sensational Spin-Off was still just too damn fast for her, neatly ducking beneath her grasp and kept on going. She reached the turnbuckles behind her opponent and, with spritely step, bounded straight up and onto the second pad. Using it as a pedestal, she launched herself up into the air, turning herself about just as the flatfooted Cleona was doing likewise, London wrapping her athletic legs about her opponent’s noggin in a dazzling flying Headscissors. Exercising every ounce of momentum she could summon, Jaime continued to beguile as she swung herself about, preparing to uproot the Gaelic Goddess and send her tumbling towards disaster on the wrong end of a jaw dropping Hurricanrana…
…only for the joy of the crowd to transform swiftly into horror as, at the most critical point, the EurAsia Champion slammed on the brakes and refused to be uprooted, Cleona grabbing the wide-eyed Jaime by her hips and instead powering her back up to sitting in a Powerbomb position!!
London just barely had time to panic before Flynn stepped forwards and flung her cargo forwards, SLAMMING her spine first THROUGH the steel chair!!
HURRICANRANA/POWERBOMB REVERSAL: @11:10
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With a great CLANG!! ringing through the air, Jaime’s back seemed to buckle almost as much as the chair, many in the crowd looking away as the Cherry Topped Wonder crumpled into a heap, spritely physique reduced to little more than wreckage following her brutal landing. With a dull moan, she managed to twitch a few times before Cleona advanced a full step and then took to the air, sitting out in mid flight and let gravity take hold, the Redheaded Reaper DROPPING all one hundred and fifty-two of her pounds down across London’s barely still responsive head and chest!
In recoil, Jaime’s athletic stems kicked up into the air before dropping back down to the mat, dead weight as, for all intents and purposes, the Sensational Spinoff had vacated the building. With London pinned to the deck, the Official dropped down to the canvas to begin counting.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The man in black and white called for the bell and as…
KILLER INSIDE OF ME
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…returned to the loud speakers, confirming Flynn’s victory.
Many of the FAWNatics expressed their disappointment, whilst many more voiced their mounting concern as to Jaime’s current well-being.
Lydia Lethbridge could not have looked more pleased as she took her sweet time in entering the squared circle, claiming centre stage and brandishing her cain imperiously, holding out her palm patiently for some manner of flunky to place a microphone into her hand. Somewhat reluctantly, the Announcer complied, surrendering his stick to Her Ladyship.
“Philistines and Unbelievers,” she began, far from endearing herself to the masses as Cleona still sat atop the barely moving London and dabbed at her bloodied forehead. “The winner of this… Contest[/b] and STILL your one, true EurAsia Champion, my firm right hand, your Gaelic Goddess,” she paused for effect, the Celtic Constrictor getting back up to her feet, planting her boot atop Jaime’s pert bosom, planting a flag on the other young Brit’s chest.
“CLEONA! FLYNN!!”