Post by hawkeye on Mar 8, 2021 1:13:47 GMT
As anyone who had attended a PPV before knew, it was always best to expect the unexpected. Tonight, would prove to be no different, several FAWNatics barely in their seats when…
LONE WOLF
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v01TxJvDEqU
…emerged from the Loud Speakers, confirming to one and all that the show had just gone live!!
The soundtrack was unfamiliar so the FAWNatics opted to begin cheering as, if nothing else, they were all eager for Heartbroken to officially begin. Moments passed and then, with pyrokinetics announcing her arrival, Delilah Lyman strode out into view and took immediate command of her surroundings, debuting for the first time on a FAWN stage and shocking all with her appearance.
DELILAH LYMAN
Bethany Christian’s eldest Daughter, firstborn of that prestigious and feared lineage, Delilah had spent much of career to date tearing up arenas the world over, and now she had set her eye on the jewel, her Mother’s kingdom ripe for the pillaging.
The crowd didn’t seem quite certain how to respond to her sudden presence in their ranks, but the anticipation was palpable, following Lyman in her wake as she marched towards the squared circle, methodically rolling her shoulders and stride unrelenting. She didn’t hesitate upon reaching the steel steps, bounding up the furniture and ducking into the ring, finding it’s centre and securing a microphone.
Standing in at five foot eight and one hundred and twenty-nine pounds of sculptured perfection, she was the athlete that, had she not already existed, God would have created.
The FAWNatics were enrapt with her immediately.
She barely paid passing interest in return.
“You know who I am,” Delilah stated a fact. “You know who my Mother is, and you know that the throne is mine of inherit..”
The crowd weren’t entirely convinced that they like the sound of that, but she brushed their concerns aside regardless.
“I will be blunt,” she looked down the hard camera. “I’m not here to pad out the roster, I’m not here to pay dues, I’m not even really here to compete. I’m here to take over.”
She let that declaration linger in the air for a moment before continuing, the crowd defiantly not taking her side now. Turning her attention back to the entrance, she forgot the FAWNatics entirely.
“If anyone backstage believes that I’m wrong,” she took a step back from the centre of the ring. “Come out here and prove it.”
Long seconds passed, and it almost seemed that no-one would answer until…
ONE OF A KIND
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-5QMpw2Jt-c
…burst into life over the loud speakers, answering the gauntlet that had been thrown down.
The ‘One and Only’ Mickey Gold emerged out into the stage at a swift pace, pausing only to stand with her feet braced apart and one hand raised up high as she planted the other on her hip. The perfectly packaged brunette was greeted heartily by the FAWNatics, the well-known work ethic of the ‘Hardest Working Woman in Wrestling’ welcomed by the masses, and when she lowered her upraised palm to point towards the squared circle, they encouraged her on with a fresh cheer.
MICKEY GOLD
She beat a rapid and assured stride down towards the ring, curls bouncing atop her shoulders as she flashed a winning smile. At five foot five and one hundred and twenty-four pounds, the sublimely sculptured athlete had slipped into a shimmering singlet of golden hue which, with a generous cut to the rear, exposed a great deal of her back to the appreciative FAWNatics watching, as well as her firm thighs. Shin high boots with white accents along with knee and elbow pads completed the ensemble and, as she deftly hopped up onto the apron with a self-assured stride, the longest reigning Queen of the Jungle looked every inch the Champion, even without her former, coveted Title still adorning her slim midriff.
She slipped between the top and middle ropes and, somewhere along the way she had secured for herself her own microphone, FAWN’s resident ‘Girl Next Door’ bringing it to her lips, her eyes meeting Delilah’s…
…as Lyman CRACKED Mickey clean across her temple with her Microphone!!
The shocked crowd immediately cried foul, even as the equipment turned weapon broke apart into pieces, such was the violence of the attack, and the blindsided Gold toppled boneless to the mat. She smaller brunette lay there, left cheek pressed down against the mat and blinking slowly, struggling to process what had just happened, mumbling as she both tried and failed to get back up.
Delilah tossed aside the remains of her microphone with the same disregard that anyone would pay to broken equipment, and set about peeling FAWN’s Favourite Girl Next Door off the deck. She did so with zero regard for Gold’s wellbeing, the brunette already showing signs of bleeding from somewhere on her scalp, and bullied the bleary-eyed beauty up to kneeling. Clutching Mickey’s chin, she dispassionately turned her would be challengers head from one side to the other before coming to a decision.
“You’ll do,” Lyman declared and, without hesitation, began to muscle the dead weight of the smaller, shellshocked athlete all the way to her feet. Three inches taller than Mickey, she experienced little trouble in moulding the other brunette into her desired shape, feeding one of Gold’s arms through her own legs to secure a Pumphandle, before also pulling her forwards into a secure Front Headlock.
With the Hardest Working Girl in Wrestling appropriately tied up, Delilah rolled her neck before powering Mickey up all their way up to shoulder level before pivoting her upside down, and then SLAMMING her back into the deck across her head and shoulders!!
FISHERMAN’S PUMPHANDLE BUSTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dbL8Fecnckg
Already reeling from being bludgeoned about the temple with a blunt object, the compactly packaged Gold was rocked from head to toe, exploding back out of the small ball she had been forced into from recoil alone before she slumped out in a heap. Spread out across her front, her breathing was coming in shallow gasps, a sight that the crowd found heart breaking to witness.
Delilah wasn’t even sweating, getting back up to her feet and looking down at her labours.
“Ring the bell,” she told the Official without looking.
“Uh…what…? Sorry, what?” the man in black and white blinked back at her, evidently in shock as well. The FAWNatics were booing, demanding that this unprovoked lynching be ended.
“Ring the bell,” she repeated as though he were slow. “Start the match.”
“I… I’m sorry Ms. Lyman,” the Official stammered. “I don’t think you have the authority to do that.”
Lyman finally graced him with a look, one that struck him to silence.
“Do you think that now is the time to question what authority I do and do not possess?” she queried, nodding just slightly in the direction of Gold. “Imagine the havoc that might transpire during your ill-fated search for clarity.”
The Official swallowed again before turning to the Time Keeper.
“Do it,” he prompted, “start the match.”
Reluctantly, the bell rang to do just that.
Methodically, Delilah set about peeling Mickey back off the mat, leaving behind a red stain on the canvas in her wake, taking one of her opponents’ arms and, with seemingly little effort, muscled the smaller brunette up and across her shoulders in a torture rack. Immediately, with one palm braced against Gold’s exposed neck and the other finding a firm thigh, Lyman began to apply pressure, forcing a pained moooooan to slip free from Mickey’s chest as her spine was stretched slowly across the rack.
Satisfied that her cargo was secure, Lyman took her time in facing all four sides of the squared circle, stopping long enough to display further domination by performing a squat, powerlifting her first FAWN opponent back up into the air whilst strapped across her shoulders.
Gold’s dazed expression, on full view to her adoring public, was the picture of sorrow, long and deflated groooooooans slipping out from her parted lips each time she was both lowered and lifted, her smaller, athletic body bent a little further each time for good measure.
Satisfied that her point had been well made, as brutally efficient as it had been done, Delilah found the hard camera… and DROPPED!! sharply to her knees, almost breaking Mickey damn near in half across her torture rack and forcing one last GRUNT!! out of her opponent’s body.
So released, Gold dropped down to the canvas, splayed out across her back with one knee pointing skywards. She displayed zero signs of stirring and, mercifully, Lyman went for the pin.
The Official could not have dropped down to the canvas more swiftly and, for once, the FAWNatics watching didn’t mind that his count was just as ludicrously quick as well.
ONE!TWO!!THREE!!!
He stood up just as swiftly, a second away from calling for the bell…
“Wait,” Lyman stopped him in his tracks, narrowing her gaze at him. “Do it properly.”
The man in black and white blinked, “…I’m…sorry?”
“I won’t have this tainted,” she narrowed her gaze further, refusing to dislodge herself from her pinned foe. “Do. It. Properly.”
The Official swallowed slightly before, reluctantly, he got back down to the canvas.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
The crowd were well and truly booing now, and Delilah tossed away Mickey’s limp stem as though it had become inconsequential. Getting back to her feet, she picked up the microphone that Gold had been forced to drop, Lyman directly addressing the unhappy crowd.
“You know who this is,” she vaguely motioned to the bleeding, quivering physique of the demolished young woman behind her. “This is Mickey Gold. Make no mistake, she is not only the Two Time, and Longest Reigning Queen of the Jungle, but she is also one of the finest athletes working the industry today. A singular talent that has been criminally underutilised by this Federation.”
She paused following her unexpected, albeit backhanded praise.
It didn’t last.
“None of that matters,” she clarified, further souring the mood of the FAWNatics towards her. “None of them matter now, because I’m here. Let me be blunt, I am Delilah Lyman, I am my Mothers Daughter and as of now, this is MY KINGDOM.”
She stepped forwards towards the hard camera, staring down the lens.
“Trained Better, Raised Better,” she stepped backwards again, preparing to drop her mic.
“Born Better.”
LONE WOLF
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v01TxJvDEqU
…emerged from the Loud Speakers, confirming to one and all that the show had just gone live!!
The soundtrack was unfamiliar so the FAWNatics opted to begin cheering as, if nothing else, they were all eager for Heartbroken to officially begin. Moments passed and then, with pyrokinetics announcing her arrival, Delilah Lyman strode out into view and took immediate command of her surroundings, debuting for the first time on a FAWN stage and shocking all with her appearance.
DELILAH LYMAN
Bethany Christian’s eldest Daughter, firstborn of that prestigious and feared lineage, Delilah had spent much of career to date tearing up arenas the world over, and now she had set her eye on the jewel, her Mother’s kingdom ripe for the pillaging.
The crowd didn’t seem quite certain how to respond to her sudden presence in their ranks, but the anticipation was palpable, following Lyman in her wake as she marched towards the squared circle, methodically rolling her shoulders and stride unrelenting. She didn’t hesitate upon reaching the steel steps, bounding up the furniture and ducking into the ring, finding it’s centre and securing a microphone.
Standing in at five foot eight and one hundred and twenty-nine pounds of sculptured perfection, she was the athlete that, had she not already existed, God would have created.
The FAWNatics were enrapt with her immediately.
She barely paid passing interest in return.
“You know who I am,” Delilah stated a fact. “You know who my Mother is, and you know that the throne is mine of inherit..”
The crowd weren’t entirely convinced that they like the sound of that, but she brushed their concerns aside regardless.
“I will be blunt,” she looked down the hard camera. “I’m not here to pad out the roster, I’m not here to pay dues, I’m not even really here to compete. I’m here to take over.”
She let that declaration linger in the air for a moment before continuing, the crowd defiantly not taking her side now. Turning her attention back to the entrance, she forgot the FAWNatics entirely.
“If anyone backstage believes that I’m wrong,” she took a step back from the centre of the ring. “Come out here and prove it.”
Long seconds passed, and it almost seemed that no-one would answer until…
ONE OF A KIND
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-5QMpw2Jt-c
…burst into life over the loud speakers, answering the gauntlet that had been thrown down.
The ‘One and Only’ Mickey Gold emerged out into the stage at a swift pace, pausing only to stand with her feet braced apart and one hand raised up high as she planted the other on her hip. The perfectly packaged brunette was greeted heartily by the FAWNatics, the well-known work ethic of the ‘Hardest Working Woman in Wrestling’ welcomed by the masses, and when she lowered her upraised palm to point towards the squared circle, they encouraged her on with a fresh cheer.
MICKEY GOLD
She beat a rapid and assured stride down towards the ring, curls bouncing atop her shoulders as she flashed a winning smile. At five foot five and one hundred and twenty-four pounds, the sublimely sculptured athlete had slipped into a shimmering singlet of golden hue which, with a generous cut to the rear, exposed a great deal of her back to the appreciative FAWNatics watching, as well as her firm thighs. Shin high boots with white accents along with knee and elbow pads completed the ensemble and, as she deftly hopped up onto the apron with a self-assured stride, the longest reigning Queen of the Jungle looked every inch the Champion, even without her former, coveted Title still adorning her slim midriff.
She slipped between the top and middle ropes and, somewhere along the way she had secured for herself her own microphone, FAWN’s resident ‘Girl Next Door’ bringing it to her lips, her eyes meeting Delilah’s…
…as Lyman CRACKED Mickey clean across her temple with her Microphone!!
The shocked crowd immediately cried foul, even as the equipment turned weapon broke apart into pieces, such was the violence of the attack, and the blindsided Gold toppled boneless to the mat. She smaller brunette lay there, left cheek pressed down against the mat and blinking slowly, struggling to process what had just happened, mumbling as she both tried and failed to get back up.
Delilah tossed aside the remains of her microphone with the same disregard that anyone would pay to broken equipment, and set about peeling FAWN’s Favourite Girl Next Door off the deck. She did so with zero regard for Gold’s wellbeing, the brunette already showing signs of bleeding from somewhere on her scalp, and bullied the bleary-eyed beauty up to kneeling. Clutching Mickey’s chin, she dispassionately turned her would be challengers head from one side to the other before coming to a decision.
“You’ll do,” Lyman declared and, without hesitation, began to muscle the dead weight of the smaller, shellshocked athlete all the way to her feet. Three inches taller than Mickey, she experienced little trouble in moulding the other brunette into her desired shape, feeding one of Gold’s arms through her own legs to secure a Pumphandle, before also pulling her forwards into a secure Front Headlock.
With the Hardest Working Girl in Wrestling appropriately tied up, Delilah rolled her neck before powering Mickey up all their way up to shoulder level before pivoting her upside down, and then SLAMMING her back into the deck across her head and shoulders!!
FISHERMAN’S PUMPHANDLE BUSTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dbL8Fecnckg
Already reeling from being bludgeoned about the temple with a blunt object, the compactly packaged Gold was rocked from head to toe, exploding back out of the small ball she had been forced into from recoil alone before she slumped out in a heap. Spread out across her front, her breathing was coming in shallow gasps, a sight that the crowd found heart breaking to witness.
Delilah wasn’t even sweating, getting back up to her feet and looking down at her labours.
“Ring the bell,” she told the Official without looking.
“Uh…what…? Sorry, what?” the man in black and white blinked back at her, evidently in shock as well. The FAWNatics were booing, demanding that this unprovoked lynching be ended.
“Ring the bell,” she repeated as though he were slow. “Start the match.”
“I… I’m sorry Ms. Lyman,” the Official stammered. “I don’t think you have the authority to do that.”
Lyman finally graced him with a look, one that struck him to silence.
“Do you think that now is the time to question what authority I do and do not possess?” she queried, nodding just slightly in the direction of Gold. “Imagine the havoc that might transpire during your ill-fated search for clarity.”
The Official swallowed again before turning to the Time Keeper.
“Do it,” he prompted, “start the match.”
Reluctantly, the bell rang to do just that.
Methodically, Delilah set about peeling Mickey back off the mat, leaving behind a red stain on the canvas in her wake, taking one of her opponents’ arms and, with seemingly little effort, muscled the smaller brunette up and across her shoulders in a torture rack. Immediately, with one palm braced against Gold’s exposed neck and the other finding a firm thigh, Lyman began to apply pressure, forcing a pained moooooan to slip free from Mickey’s chest as her spine was stretched slowly across the rack.
Satisfied that her cargo was secure, Lyman took her time in facing all four sides of the squared circle, stopping long enough to display further domination by performing a squat, powerlifting her first FAWN opponent back up into the air whilst strapped across her shoulders.
Gold’s dazed expression, on full view to her adoring public, was the picture of sorrow, long and deflated groooooooans slipping out from her parted lips each time she was both lowered and lifted, her smaller, athletic body bent a little further each time for good measure.
Satisfied that her point had been well made, as brutally efficient as it had been done, Delilah found the hard camera… and DROPPED!! sharply to her knees, almost breaking Mickey damn near in half across her torture rack and forcing one last GRUNT!! out of her opponent’s body.
So released, Gold dropped down to the canvas, splayed out across her back with one knee pointing skywards. She displayed zero signs of stirring and, mercifully, Lyman went for the pin.
The Official could not have dropped down to the canvas more swiftly and, for once, the FAWNatics watching didn’t mind that his count was just as ludicrously quick as well.
ONE!TWO!!THREE!!!
He stood up just as swiftly, a second away from calling for the bell…
“Wait,” Lyman stopped him in his tracks, narrowing her gaze at him. “Do it properly.”
The man in black and white blinked, “…I’m…sorry?”
“I won’t have this tainted,” she narrowed her gaze further, refusing to dislodge herself from her pinned foe. “Do. It. Properly.”
The Official swallowed slightly before, reluctantly, he got back down to the canvas.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
The crowd were well and truly booing now, and Delilah tossed away Mickey’s limp stem as though it had become inconsequential. Getting back to her feet, she picked up the microphone that Gold had been forced to drop, Lyman directly addressing the unhappy crowd.
“You know who this is,” she vaguely motioned to the bleeding, quivering physique of the demolished young woman behind her. “This is Mickey Gold. Make no mistake, she is not only the Two Time, and Longest Reigning Queen of the Jungle, but she is also one of the finest athletes working the industry today. A singular talent that has been criminally underutilised by this Federation.”
She paused following her unexpected, albeit backhanded praise.
It didn’t last.
“None of that matters,” she clarified, further souring the mood of the FAWNatics towards her. “None of them matter now, because I’m here. Let me be blunt, I am Delilah Lyman, I am my Mothers Daughter and as of now, this is MY KINGDOM.”
She stepped forwards towards the hard camera, staring down the lens.
“Trained Better, Raised Better,” she stepped backwards again, preparing to drop her mic.
“Born Better.”