Post by hawkeye on Oct 11, 2021 0:17:13 GMT
The night had already supplied spectacle aplenty, and yet it was not unfair to say that the crowd was about to reach an even higher level of excitement, the Announcer approaching centre ring to officially commence one of the most hotly anticipated matches of the evening…
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” he began…
…only to be rudely cut short as …
BAD THINGS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hKzwSsxkpTA
…burst into life over the loud speakers, heralding the arrival of one of FAWN’s Most Hated back into the arena.
Moments later, 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 as, with casual contempt, she regarded all that she surveyed and found it wanting.
Tipping her chin up just so, 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 predatorial intent, one filled to overflowing with satisfaction as she allowed her very presence alone to speak for her. Satisfied that she had stamped her authority upon the faithless, the aristocrat set off down the ramp at a stately pace, banishing those that especially displeased her with a particularly derisive tut.
Every step of the way, the crowd watched her, both captivated and disillusioned in equal stride as, ever wary in her presence, they waited for the Princess of Privilege to reveal some vicious ploy or underhanded trickery at a moment’s notice, her regal poise just barely hiding the endless machinations she kept veiled beneath the surface.
She ascended the steel steps as though approaching her throne and, once upon the apron, she paused just long enough to arch her brow and, in imperious fashion, silently demanded that the Announcer forgo his own duties in order to aid her entry. Suitably cowed, the man did exactly that, pacing over to her quickly and pushing down on the middle rope while lifting up the top.
Barely sparing him a second glance, the Penthouse Belle ducked into the ring via the opening he provided and, after taking his microphone, she marched to its centre. With her lips twitching with the inklings of a fresh, malicious grin, she forced the Fawn Faithful to wait before she finally brought the stick up to speak.
“Ladies and…” she paused, briefly making a face, her tone positively dripping with contempt as she surveyed the mases around her. “…other attendees. The following contest will be a formality, and will be decided when MY EuroAsia Champion forces her Challenger to pass out!” she testified, the confidence in her bold declaration utterly unwavering.
The FAWNatics didn’t like the sound of that, heckling her pronouncement with a fresh chorus of boos.
Lydia paid their collective opinion no mind, pursuing her own narrative to its conclusion.
“Introducing first, FAWN’s only REAL Champion, my firm right hand, your Gaelic Goddess, CLEONA! FLYNN!!”
Moments later…
KILLER INSIDE OF ME
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-ykAnJRPiw
…emerged from the sound system and, all too soon, the Celtic Constrictor appeared 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 those who were booing her as she 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 defended the length and breadth of two continents, and most recently at Slaybor Day Weekend where she had put the former Number One Contender for her Title, Rebecca Reign, in the hospital under less-than-ideal circumstances.
She batted not an eye at the accusations being rained down against her and, increasing her pace only upon reaching the squared circle Flynn looked, if anything, faintly bored about this whole experience.
With a dive beneath the bottom rope, she pushed her way back up quickly to boot leather and, upon joining her Ladyship at centre ring, she adjusted the EuroAsia Gold atop her shoulder, reminding everyone that it was property of the Commonwealth.
No-one could say otherwise.
Lydia, looking as pleased as could be, hesitated only slightly in continuing the formality.
“And introducing her…” again, the expression of the Penthouse Belle creased into one of utter disdain, “…opponent…”
…the sound system kicked in, which was probably for the best for everyone as…
FOR LIFE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGlrMUC2aJw
…burst into life over the loud speakers and the stage was bathed in renewed illumination, the Girl of Steel, Summer Hopkins, revealed for all to see.
SUMMER HOPKINS
A little more confident, a little more assured, Summer popped into a jaunty, little bicep flex with one of her long stems crossed ever so slightly in front of the other, capturing everyone’s attention, including that of the ever-alert Gladiatrix photographers.
While she didn’t quite possess the sheer, domineering presence of her elder sibling, Cassie, Baby Hopkins was physically sublime non the less, every inch of her a sleek and athletic in all the right places as her form fitting attire hugged her like a lover, the young woman five foot seven and one hundred and twenty-eight pounds of instant heartbreak.
Faced with the crowds overwhelming adulation, she beamed bashfully, the masses serenading her with cheers as they were forever pleased to see her. Emboldened by their support, the wallflower turned starlet pivoted into a spiral with her arms outstretched, the walls of her insecurities toppled by the positive reinforcement. Summer was living the dream, and she was thankful for every second of it as she brought her hands back together in the shape of a heart, one that mirrored the cut-out silhouette in her sapphire top.
She set off down the ramp, spotlight accompanying her the entire way, eating up the distance with long strides in no time at all. The ring swiftly approached and, with blonde curls bouncing atop her shoulders, the Supergirl of Sheffield diverted to one corner at a sudden dash.
Reaching the apron, she jumped, deftly making the distance with both of her long legs before sweeping them up and over the top rope. Lifting one lithe stem up and over the uppermost coil before following up with the second, she deliberately offered the nearest camera a cheeky shot of her firm buttocks, no doubt done so at the behest of her sponsor, especially with the words ‘YOU WISH!!’ stencilled across the young women’s taunt, crimson clad cheeks in white, girlish script.
Arriving at centre ring, she popped into a second, jaunty bicep flex for the FAWNatics continued appreciation, Summer resisting the urge to bite her bottom lip as she felt her adrenaline surging.
Soon enough, a fresh chant rippled across the arena that only grew in appreciation.
“MADE! FOR!! THIS!!! MADE! FOR!! THIS!!! MADE! FOR!! THIS!!! MADE! FOR!! THIS!!!”
Grinning back, her cheeks flushing a delightful crimson, she was positively buzzing, well aware that this was the biggest stage of the calendar. She exhaled deeply, fighting to remain calm and not allow her nerves to get the better of her, nodding politely to the Official as he suggested that she find her own corner, briefly biting on her bottom lip as she back peddled to the one opposite Flynn, keeping her eyes focused on the domineering, EuroAsia Champion.
Adjusting her shorts and trying her best not to fidget in her snug fitting attire, the jaw dropping blonde drew a great deal of reassurance from a second young woman who had (somehow) far more discreetly also made her way to ringside to join her.
JAIME LONDON
Jaime London, having quite deliberately stolen as little of the limelight as it was possible for the Sensational Spin-Off to do during her best friend’s arrival into the arena, now climbed up onto the apron, ready to lend her morale support as and when it was needed. The swift stink eye the little redhead shot in the direction of the fuming Lydia at ringside suggested that she was also prepared to deliver a little direct interference if called for.
Putting the Commonwealth out of mind for the moment, London shot the second half of the Sensationals her most endearing grin, her million-megawatt smile lighting up even the direst of situations as she delivered a quick, last minute pep talk.
“Remember,” London repeated an earlier reassurance. “You’re a babe and a bad ass.”
“I’m a babe and a bad ass,” Summer nodded, exhaling a second deep breath as she sleekly rolled her shoulders and kept herself limber, her big, blue eyes remaining trained on Flynn before her as Cleona narrowed her gaze back.
“Again,” Jaime prompted.
“I’m a babe and bad ass,” the blonde repeated, this time a little louder and with a mildly bashful grin, one that grew larger as she turned her head slightly and leaned down to affectionately press her forehead against little London’s.
“Now go get that Title,” Jamie asserted with a kiss to her best friend’s cheek. “And don’t hold baOH SH…”
London’s eyes snapped open wide, but she was far too late in issuing a warning as Cleona Flynn charged across the ring and, at the last moment, practically THREW all one hundred and fifty-two pounds of her muscle-bound mass into a BRUTAL Avalanche Splash!!
Summer had exactly zero chance to evade, and barely had opportunity to brace herself as she was practically flattened into her own corner, almost all of the air driven from her athletic body with a heady GRUNT! She groaned, tightly compacted between adversary and turnbuckles, breathless as her knees, shellshocked, threatened to give out there and then.
Flynn, however, didn’t let up, grabbing the suddenly pliant Supergirl of Sheffield by the back of her neck and callously shoving the second powerhouse out towards centre ring.
More stubborn than she was often given credit for, Hopkins retained her footing, managing to bring a halt to her own stumble as she arrived at the middle of the squared circle, catching herself as she turned about slowly and…
…ate the entirety of a STIFF Highland Kick!!
HIGHLAND KICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8QKicPHF44
With the sole of Cleona’s boot NAILING Summer square against her chest, the British Bombshell released a pained grunt as she was knocked clean off her feet, sent tumbling back first to the canvas before the match had even started.
“WHAT THE HELL!!” Jaime shouted a protest, still standing on the apron with her arms outstretched and somehow managing to look fearsome. “Did we forget the bell!?!”
Flynn either wasn’t listening or, more likely, simply didn’t care, the Celtic Constrictor following only the decrees of her Ladyship as, looking mildly put out about this whole affair, the Redheaded Reaper stiffly rolled her shoulders and zeroed back in on the grounded Hopkins.
The blonde was getting back up, but not quickly enough for Cleona’s liking, the Scot reaching down and once again grabbing the other young woman by the back of her neck, looking to forcibly wrangle her back up to her feet. She did so, with surprisingly little resistance from the breathless, British Bombshell, practically woman handling the athlete like a ragdoll as she ducked low and then muscled the stunned beauty to lay up and across her shoulders in a dominant display.
The FAWNatics could only watch in awe as Summer was strapped in place by way of Fireman’s Carry, Hopkins managing to voice the briefest of protests before the Gaelic Goddess THREW herself backwards and SLAMMED the Challenger back down against the deck in shockingly short order, the Girl of Steel NAILED with the dreaded Celtic Drop!!
CELTIC DROP: From 0:46
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HI0IffMxJM0&t=45s
Summer groaned following a full body convulsion, rolling over onto her front as her right leg twitched, grimacing as she sucked in short breaths. She tried to get up, but her body didn’t want to obey, groaning a little more as she lay in a stunned stupor.
“COME ON REF!!” Jaime London shouted, resolute in her blindsided partners corner and leading the extremely vocal FAWNatics in voicing their collective protests. “GROW A PAIR ALREADY!!”
To the surprise on many in the audience, the man in black and white seemed to do exactly that, looking especially stern as he interceded himself between the rising Flynn and her would be victim. Apparently, unlike Slaybor Day Weekend, a straight up lynching wasn’t going to be allowed to take place in the EuroAsia Title scene, the Official stopping a world-weary Cleona in her tracks.
“That’s it,” he insisted, Flynn looking remarkably unimpressed with his tone. “Enough, we’re not repeating history here. The bell hasn’t rung yet, your Challenger is getting a fair,” he paused, briefly considering Summer’s already waylaid state. “A fairer shot,” he amended. “You wait for the bell, or I promise that you will regret it.”
Cleona, mildly irritated by the unexpected obstruction, looked past the man’s shoulder to her Ladyship outside the ring.
“So be it,” Lydia conceded with an exaggerated tut, the crowd feeling the slightest inkling of hope before Lethbridge turned to the Timekeeper and, in commanding fashion, waved the tip of her cane in his direction. “Ring the bell, let us get started.”
To the shock of everyone watching, especially the Official, the Timekeeper did exactly as he was bid, bypassing the man in black and white entirely and ringing the bell, calling for the contest to begin.
Just as the Ref looked at him in disbelief and a ‘what the hell?’ expression, Flynn marched past what had proven to be an ineffectual obstruction towards the still ailing Summer, the fans booing her every step.
Baby Hopkins, for her part, had managed to find one knee, shaking her head as Cleona once again grabbed her by her neck, forcing her to remain penitent.
Summer, however, was feeling anything but, reacting to being mishandled by throwing her elbow sideways and catching Flynn against her firm tummy. She did so again, having been rewarded by a heady, surprised GRUNT from the Champion, the blonde rallying in time with the FAWNatics renewed cheers, nailing the Scot with a second and then third strike.
Feeling her adversaries grip begin to loosen at the top of her spine, the resurgent blonde began to push her way to standing…
…only for Flynn to CLUB her across her shoulders, Summer wincing with a breathless moan as she was ruthlessly driven back down to both knees. With the Supergirl of Sheffield back to being penitent, Cleona, with a twitch of her lip, CLUBBED her a second time for good measure before grabbing the girl next door by her hair, holding her place before SPIKING her forehead with a wickedly fierce knee to the young woman’s forehead with a THUNK!!
For a smattering of seconds, Hopkins fell limp, her bright blue eyes fluttering to half lidded as she slumped backwards on her haunches, taunt buttocks coming to rest on her heels as she swayed slightly from left to right.
“You’re a babe, I’ll give you that,” Flynn taunted with the barest amount of enthusiasm, pulling Summer’s head back and looking the young woman in her slightly vacant features. “What was the other part supposed to be?”
Hopkins whispered something in reply as she blinked a few times, shaking her head slightly as she struggled to come to.
“What was that?” Cleona questioned, tightening her grip of Summer’s hair as she leaned closer. “Didn’t catch it.”
“I said,” Summer spoke a little louder, grimacing for a moment before she inhaled a parched breath. Suddenly, with a determined scrunching of her nose in a display of Babyfaced Dander, the British Bombshell SURGED her way back up to standing with a mighty shout, catching the Gaelic Goddess flat footed as she took her turn to POWER Flynn to lay up and across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry!!
Several of the FAWNatics sat closest to the ring were up on their feet as Hopkins seemed to burst back to life before them, the Girl of Steel somehow managing to muscle all one hundred and fifty-two pounds of EuroAsia Champion up off the deck and carry her high above the ring. No-one was more shocked than Cleona and, while a shimmy did seem to show in the thighs of her the blonde, Hopkins, red cheeked and determined, still held her aloft long enough to shrug her back off from a great height before, whipping her long, right leg upwards, she NAILED Flynn across her temple with a gorgeous snap kick!!
FIREMAN’S CARRY/SNAP KICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSxleUYYp0s
The WHACK was audible on the hard camera and, outside the ring, an immediately irate Lethbridge was finding creative reasons to be outraged whilst her opposite, Jaime London, was WHOOPING in delighted support, rallying the packed arena to throw theirs behind the Girl of Steel as Cleona flopped back against the mat.
Summer almost toppled back over to, but she caught herself, shaking her head as she stood tall and zeroed back in on Flynn, feeling a flutter of anticipation as she ducked low, Cleona growling as she rolled up onto one knee and rubbed her jaw.
“I said,” Hopkins repeated, inhaling a deep breath as the resilient Flynn stubbornly dragged her way back up to vertical. “I’m a Babe,” Summer asserted, voicing her self-actualisation as she stepped forward, spun on the spot and then damn near beheaded the freshly risen Scot with a beautiful spinning leg lariat, the long limb catching her foes throat like a scythe and knocking her clean off her feet.
“And a Badass!!”
SPINNING LEG LARIAT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jukc9NywmD8
Hitting the canvas hard, Cleona bounced with a heady GRUNT, snarling as the recoil practically bounced her back up to sitting, growling as she cradled her skull and leaned forwards. Built like a fortress and feeling painfully agitated, the EuroAsia Champion took shockingly little time in trying to get back up, Summer, however, was there to meet her, the Supergirl of Sheffield resurgent and ready to press her advantage…
…only for Flynn to display the power that she had become renowned for, the Celtic Constrictor suddenly grasping the stunning blonde by her firm thighs as she surged up to her feet, snarling as swept the wide-eyed Hopkins up off her boot leather and carried her across the ring. At a charge, Cleona made a B-Line with the furthest corner and, picking up pace the entire way, the FAWNatics could only watch on as she SLAMMED the small of Summer’s back into the barely yielding turnbuckles.
With a pained GASP, Hopkins was rocked from head to toe, immediately slumping back into the corner she had been so ruthlessly deposited into, her arms draping over the top ropes as her head lolled slightly on her shoulders. Unfortunately for her, Flynn didn’t let up, grasping the middle ropes to either side of her Challengers slumped hips and remained bent forwards, slinging herself forwards to BURY her broad shoulder DEEP into Summer’s exposed tummy.
The British Bombshell GROOOOANED, lifted briefly up off her feet before Cleona pulled back, allowing her boot leather to drop back down to canvas just before the Redheaded Reaper DROVE herself back in a second time, again DRIVING her shoulder DEEP into her Challengers buckling body. With a long moan, Hopkins folded forwards, blonde curls slipping about her shoulders as she quivered and struggled to inhale breath. A THIRD time, Flynn buried her shoulder deep, and something in the Brit before her appeared to capitulate, Summer moaning as she slumped to sitting on the middle turnbuckle.
TRIPLE SHOULDER TACKLE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=u1Ww133Ai48
“That’s it,” Cleona observed, back to looking mildly irritated as she stood up tall, grasping the forcibly susceptible Summer by her belt and lifting her groaning opponent up to sitting straighter with a sharp tug on her snug fitting shorts. “Now you’re starting to see it,” she commented before back peddling, rolling her powerful shoulders slowly before turning on the spot, in little hurry as she paced across the ring. “Step into my lane,” she preached, turning about sharply and then charging, closing the distance with her adversary and leaping forwards into her biggest shoulder tackle yet!!
“AND GET WRECKED!!”
…Only Summer didn’t, the Girl of Steel filled with renewed resolve as she refused to play ball, no damsel in distress as she abruptly grasped the top ropes and popped her leggy frame up to sitting on the top turnbuckles. Unable to prevent it, Flynn quickly found herself no longer diving on target, but instead beneath the Brits long stems, her shoulder colliding with the Ringpost with an audible THUNK!!
Mere moments later, riding the momentum, Hopkins popped herself forwards to sitting across Cleona’s folded back, hooking her legs beneath her opponents’ shoulders before hurling herself forwards with a fresh shout.
Together, in a tangle of limbs, the two tumbled up and over out of the corner until Summer brought them to a stop, the blonde hooking one of her foes legs as she rolled Flynn up tight into a pinfall.
RUNNING SHOULDER TACKLE/ROLL UP PIN@3:45
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFArj4NEW_w
With one pair of shoulders planted firmly to the mat, the Official dropped quickly to begin his first count…
ONE!
TWO!!
Flynn, showing her first true signs of a fraying temper, shoved her way free of the pinning predicament, much to the disappointment of the vast majority of those watching. Despite the throbbing of her shoulder, the Gaelic Goddess was quick to find her feet, stubbornly refusing to cradle her injured limb as she grit her teeth together tightly…
…and was lucky to not lose a tooth and Summer caught her square across the jaw with a STUNNING Super Kick, the FAWNatics WHOOPING as the crack rang out across the stands.
Somehow, Cleona didn’t quite topple, standing dumbfounded for a second before stumbling into a retreat, stopping only when she arrived at the turnbuckles at her rear and groggily shook her head.
Still feeling a little heady and her heart beating a mile a minute, Summer was momentarily at a loss as to what to do next until, with the cries of the FAWNatics spiriting her on and Jaime clapping in her corner, Hopkins exhaled a deep breath before consolidating her newfound resolve, snapping her shorts back snugly into place before sprinting across the squared circle.
“No-one gets to tell me which lane I should stay in,” Hopkins declared before leaping at the last pace, achieving impressive air just before she connected with the reeling Flynn’s exposed jaw for a second time in short order, this time NAILING her with a high velocity knee!!
LEAPING KNEE IN CORNER@1:58.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFArj4NEW_w
For just a second, the lights went out in Cleona’s noggin, the EuroAsia Champion looking out on her feet before something like awareness returned to her expression. She did not, however, have time to take advantage of still being conscious, not with Summer tugging her out of her corner and sent her stumbling out across the ring, the beautiful blond popping herself up to sitting on the top turnbuckle in her place.
“Least of all,” Hopkins continued, inhaling a short, calming breath as she prepared to launch herself into the air, standing on the middle ropes as a blank eyed Flynn turned about slowly. “A bully like you!”
Summer leapt, spreading herself out into a cross body splash…
…only for Cleona to catch her, the Scot’s senses snaping back to the here and now just in time to brace herself and absorb the impact of her Challengers aerial assault. With their athletic frames connecting with a meaty thump, Flynn back peddled a full step before she was able to properly brace herself and, as the FAWNatics sucked in a collective breath, the EuroAsia Champion dropped down to one knee and BENT the small of the captured Hopkin’s back SHARPLY across her posted thigh!
Summer’s startled and pained cry was short and sharp as it escaped her body, the full length of her physique jolted from one end to the other as she was caught in the jarring backbreaker, one that left her gasping and feeling a tingling in her toes. She moaned anew as, for good measure, Cleona applied additional pressure by pressing down on the blonde’s chin and thigh, further curling her spine in the incorrect direction as Hopkins quivered in fresh misery.
Cleona grunted, shaking her head to clear out the cobwebs before she snorted in derision, rolling her neck slowly before slackening on the applied pressure. This was no measure of mercy however, Flynn reapplying her crossbody grip and, with a little more effort than she had required at the beginning of the contest, she muscled the crowd favourite back up into the air, holding her in place for a moment before powering her up into a Fireman’s Carry.
The crowd held their breath…
…and the Celtic Constrictor THREW herself backwards, SLAMMING Summer’s forcibly pliant frame back against the canvas by way of her dreaded, Celtic Drop, this time on the right side of the bell!!
CELTIC DROP: From 0:46
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HI0IffMxJM0&t=45s
Hopkin’s GROAN was as loud as it was short, the will of the young woman deflating before the eyes of the FAWNatics as she was rocked from head to toe, the plywood flexing beneath the impact as her body was emptied of air. With a moan, she rolled over onto her front, right cheek pressed down against the canvas as her thoughts struggled to focus.
Almost languid in her movements, despite being in the ascendency, Cleona returned herself to vertical and, after taking a step forward, she threw herself into the air, sitting out at the apex of her flight before mercilessly bringing damn near ALL one hundred and fifty-two of her pounds down HARD on the back of the unprotected Summer’s head and shoulders!!
Several spectators looked away as a SHARP spasm ran the full length of the flattened blonde’s spine, the recoil running down her body and causing her legs to kick up into the air with a JOLT. Immediately after, they fell limp, and there was little response from Hopkins as Flynn rolled her rag dolled physique over onto her back.
Looking faintly disappointed, Cleona hooked one of the other young woman’s pliant stems, and prepared to secure a pin when…
“No!” Lady Lydia Lethbridge protested from outside the ring, interrupting her Champions count with a fresh demand after climbing up onto the apron. If malice possessed an expression, her Ladyship represented it, her grin as smug as it could be.
“I promised these cretins,” Lydia motioned her cane across the packed ranks of the FAWNatics. “That you would force this,” she paused, as if finding the word distasteful, “Contender to pass out! Do it, in the middle of the ring,” she directed with an insistent stab of her wolf headed cane. “Leave no doubt.”
Flynn, resisting the urge to sigh, wearily resigned herself to Her Ladyship’s decree and tossed Summer’s limp lower limb aside. She did, however, indulge in a brief rolling of her eyes after looking away from Lethbridge, grumbling to herself quietly as, after securing a new grip of her adversary, she jostled the bleary-eyed Hopkins up onto her feet.
“So, what was it you were saying?” she questioned as she slipped her arms beneath the blondes’ shoulders and dragged the less that receptive blonde towards centre ring.
“That you’re a Babe and Badass?” Flynn continued, ensuring that the vacant of expression of the Supergirl of Sheffield was visible to the hard camera as she secured her grip, clamping her hands together tightly around the small of Summer’s back.
“And that I’m a bully?” Cleona paused, setting her feet and, as the world watched on, she began to oh so gradually apply pressure to a rib crushing Bearhug.
“I can get behind that,” Flynn decided, increasing the torque of her brutal embrace as she could feel Hopkins beginning to respond, the blonde moaning as her sublime physique twitched. Suddenly, she stiffened as though Summer realised the danger she was in, but it was already too late, the Redheaded Reaper ramping up the pressure SHARPLY and driving all of the remaining air from the young woman’s body.
“Being as I’ll snatch the life out of you regardless!!”
Hopkin’s GROOOOANED as her midriff was compressed, her lithe frame stiffening in all the wrong places as she jostled from one side to the other, grimacing in short bouts of defiance as her palms hung limp by her unmoving thighs. She swayed, unable to find fresh reserves, wincing as she felt her foes hot breath on her exposed throat, Summer moaning as she bit down on her lower lip.
“No,” she exhaled in a near silent protest, wincing as she was ruthlessly wrung dry of any lingering resistance.
“What was that?”
“…Don’t…” again, with a small grimace, Hopkin’s tried and failed to assemble cohesive thoughts. “…Stop…”
“If you insist,” Cleona shrugged as Flynn adjusted her brutal embrace one final time and bore down even HARDER!!
Silently, Hopkins gasped, her whole body quivering before she could finally find voice to a heartfelt, deflated groooooooan, the tip of her right boot tapping slowly on the canvas before, all at once, it seemed as though Summer had her strings cut. With her shoulders slumping sharply, her long stems did the same likewise, the blonde swaying in the redhead’s vice like grip with nary a word of further protest.
The Official, sensing that it was the end, moved in to make the call.
He lifted Hopkin’s limp wrist and let it fall…
ONCE!
TWICE!!
THRINOOO!!
…some semblance of life returned to the fluttering peepers of the British Bombshell and she, somehow, inhaled a short, pained breath, one that was admittedly immediately stolen as soon as a frustrated Flynn constricted her anew. Never the less, her right arm remained raised, however barely, signalling that she was not surrendering the ring just yet.
“Fuck it,” Cleona exhaled sharply, clearly having had enough of this evening. Risking the wrath of her Ladyship, she released her Bearhug and reset back to what she knew worked best. With Summer still suitably susceptible to being bodily woman handled, Flynn boosted her adversary’s limp physique up across her shoulders in a Foreman’s carry, preparing to…
…open her eyes wide in surprise as Hopkins slipped down out the back, the Gaelic Goddess having gone to the well once too often this evening and suffering the consequences for doing so. The Girl of Steel, however, didn’t drop down to the canvas, Summer clinging to her opponent like a backpack and wrapped her long, athletic gams tightly about Cleona’s hips in a sudden Body Scissors, SQUEEZEING her tight with a surge of adrenaline as she applied a Sleeperhold in tandem.
The FAWNatics immediately found their voices, just as Jaime did likewise at ringside as, with Flynn already preparing to throw herself backwards, the unexpected shift in body weight forced her to topple over, the Scot hitting the deck hard as an arm wrapped about her throat!!
Flynn stiffened as she thrashed, panicking for the first time in her career as, digging deep into her Babyface Reserves, Summer released a heartfelt yell as she doubled down on her duo of embraces, clinging to the EuroAsia Champion as if she were riding a bronco.
“Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep,” Hopkins went on to whisper rapidly in Cleona’s ear as she flexed her strong thighs, compacting Flynn in a manner she had never endured before, driving from her body air as her encircling arms deprived her foes head of blood.
Flynn growled as the FAWNatics roared, the Celtic Constrictor on the wrong end of a stiffening embrace as her eyes began to roll backwards, throwing STIFF elbows in reverse in an increasingly desperate attempt to escape the duo of holds. The Supergirl of Sheffield flinched, biting her bottom lip as those jabs dug deep, compelling her to let go. She shook her head, refusing to do so, riding out the pain as those retaliatory strikes began to slow until, with Cleona’s expression slackening, the movement of her limps grew languid, aimless as she gurgled and thrashed for something that wasn’t there.
At ringside, Lydia had seen enough, running out of potential protests as, with her cane clutched in hand, she leapt up onto the apron, clearly intent on using her staff of office as she had done at March to War…
“Oh no you don’t!!” Jaime London declared, sprinting about the circumference of the squared circle like the whirlwind she was and quite literally cutting Lethbridge off at the pass. Sweeping her legs out from underneath her, Little London watched as Lydia hit the apron hard with an irate yelp, one that transformed into a GRUNT as she bounced bodily off the hardest part of the ring.
Not taking any chances, the Cherry Topped Wonder collected the reeling, Princess of Privilege up into a tight, front headlock and, purging months of frustration, NAILED the crown of her Ladyship’s noggin into the barely padded concrete outside the ring, preventing her from stealing the match from her best friend.
Meanwhile, the Official’s full attention was firmly set on the two young woman at the centre of the squared circle, as it rightly should be, Flynn fading quickly as Summer’s poor heart beat a thousand miles an hour, feeding her sleeper/body scissor combo with as much stamina as she could muster.
Cleona thrashed one final time, a jolt running the full length of her powerful body and then, with a sporadic twitch lighting up here and there, she finally fell still.
The Official moved in to do his duty, lifting the EuroAsia Champion’s limp right arm and letting it drop…
ONCE…
TWICE…
THRICE!!!
And the arena exploded, the FAWNatics packed into the biggest venue of the year celebrating before the outcome was even announced.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the sound system kicked in, confirming what they already knew as, without hesitation, a heady and weary Summer released her defeated foe and let her roll away. She was almost unable to get back up, not quite believing that it was happening, the blonde on shaky legs as the Official helped her to find her boot leather.
“The winner of this contest, and your NEW EuroAsia Champion, the Supergirl of Sheffield, SUMMER! HOPKINS!!”
Jaime was in the ring a second later, carrying the gold in question, ten pounds of leather strap that, not so long ago, she had fought tooth and nail to attain herself. She handed it over to her triumphant best friend without hesitation, and the two embraced before London raised Hopkins arm up high, leading the FAWNatics in a renewed chant to end the Sensationals evening.
“MADE! FOR!! THIS!!! MADE! FOR!! THIS!!! MADE! FOR!! THIS!!! MADE! FOR!! THIS!!!”