Post by SammieSinclair on Feb 4, 2015 10:46:15 GMT
RILEY SHANE
CYNTHIA MITCHELL
...The Backyard Highlight Reel had yet to find the same success on the front stage of FAWN, the perky, acrobatic blonde rookie seeming to wilt under the hotter spotlight of big league competition. But tonight, for the first ten minutes of her match with a FAWN superstar, Riley Shayne had been everything as advertised and more. Though Cynthia Mitchell had seen her stock slip to midcard status, she was a considerable favourite coming in. And yet Riley had run her ragged, splattering the Cynful One and keeping Mitchell's head on the proverbial swivel throughout.
Even now, after several minutes of Cynful dominance and payback after a particularly heinous maneuver to stem the blonde's tide, the crowd seems to believe this might be the night the Heartbreaker shines. Cynthia bullies Riley into the ropes and is ready to whip her away when Shayne reverses and sends Mitchell racing to the opposite ropes. As the Carolina brunette hits the cables, Riley races headlong toward Cynthia, leaping in a crossbody block, planning to knock the second generation superstar off her feet.
And that's EXACTLY what the Coloradical Kid does, Mitchell uttering a harsh grunt as Shayne slams into her chest. Running headlong into one-hundred and seventeen pounds of flying Jungle graduate is bad enough, but all that weight comes crashing down a second time when Cynthia's back hits the canvas--and as little as one-hundred and seventeen pounds might be in a five foot two frame, it's still plenty to DRIVE the air out of the Cynful One's lungs and sends both her shapely legs flying into the air. Shayne promptly gathers and hooks them, collecting the astounding...
ONE!
TWO!!
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
Cynthia gets a shoulder up. Scrambling to her feet, Riley grabs a handful of hair, tugging her more experienced foe up to stooped feet and pulling her into a standing headscissors. And when she reaches underneath Mitchell's torso to grab her wrists, the FAWNatics begin to cheer loudly. Shayne's cross-arm pedigree might not by Cynthia's Drop Out, but it could still start the diminutive blonde toward her biggest upset ever.
But knowing well what could be used to escape a standing head scissors, Cynthia, having been the victim of many a back body drop, or at least attempted versions to escape her Drop Out, wraps her arms around the thighs of the Coloradical Kid. Cyn snorts out a grunt as she tries to lift Riley off the deck, then up and over. Having already felt what it was like to have the Kid get on a roll, Mitchell wants nothing to do with more backyard nonsense from the brat and the brunette heaves for all she's worth.
The crowd starts to groan as the Backyard Highlight Reel is lifted off her feet... but then, Riley Shayne demonstrates one of the many reasons she had earned that moniker. As she's sent sailing over the Cynful One, the young blonde flips in mid-air, managing to land smoothly on her feet rather than crashing to her back. What's more, without breaking stride, Riley takes off for the ropes, ready to rebound toward Mitchell with something else that would make the FAWNatics jaw drop.
But for all of Riley's youthful energy and acrobatics, Cynthia has something at her disposal that Shayne does not: veteran savvy. Recognizing something had gone wrong with her counter from the roar of the crowd, Mitchell had risen up and pivoted--and when Riley took off for the ropes, Cynthia did as well. She arrives just as the Coloradical Kid turns her back into the cables--and she arrives by BLASTING a running kneelift into the unsuspecting midsection of Shayne. Riley's eyes nearly pop out of her head, threatening to accompany all the oxygen savagely driven out of her lungs. When the Cynful One pulls her knee away, the gasping blonde manages just two faltering steps away from the ropes before crumpling to her knees.
Cynthia draws in a deep breath, one more of relief than exhaustion, though the way her chin dips to her chest, there's signs of that in the Carolinian as well. Plucking a handful of golden locks, Mitchell tugs the Kid to stooped feet. "I haven't made my name destroying half the women on this roster," Cynthia growls, "for you to make your name with me." But as Cynthia makes the pronouncement, Riley leans her forehead into Mitchell's bosom and beneath it tries to send a right uppercut response into Cynthia's tummy.
Shayne might not be a powerhouse, but the punch does the job, sending Cynthia sagging back against the cables. Taking her wrist, the Backyard Highlight Reel sets her feet before launching Mitchell with an Irish whip. Riley follows her out to the centre of the ring, ducking down to show the Cynful One exactly how a backdrop is done...
Instead, Cynthia halts her momentum just short of the Coloradical Kid, and SLAMS a boot into Riley's chest that straightens the blonde youngster right up, rocking her back on her heels. Cynthia then returns to the ropes from whence she had come, only this time she launches herself airborne, reaching an arm across Riley's sternum, looking to introduce Shayne to some Carolina Blues.
CAROLINA BLUES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U2tn1-20BAc&feature=player_embedded
The FAWNatics hope Riley has another counter in her, but the Heartbreaker breaks some hearts. For when Cynthia leaps into the air in front of the blonde, Mitchell grabs Shayne's braincase on the way down and rips Riley off her feet. The resulting SPIKE of face to mat reverberates through the arena. The Kid's body spasms as she barrel rolls to her back, ending in a demolished starfish next to Mitchell, feeling the Blues indeed.
The Cynful One rolls up to her knees, and looks down at the remains of the Coloradical Kid with smug satisfaction. "NEVER IN ####ING DOUBT!" one of the most decorated women in FAWN history bellows, even though everyone watching knows otherwise. Still, control is firmly in Mitchell's hands now--and she has no intentions of letting it go.
Rising, the Terrible Tar Heel saunters over to her devastated opponent, hair hauling Riley to a wobbly vertical base. Stepping off Shayne's right flank, Cynthia threads her right arm under the blonde's right, securing a half nelson. Meanwhile, her left hand reaches through Shayne's thighs and clamps around Riley's left wrist. The Cynful One starts to give a VICIOUS yank, looking to rouse Riley out of her stupor by SMASHING the Coloradical Kid's own forearm into her crotch. Of course, that would only be a precursor to her Original Cyn...
ORIGINAL CYN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rxb0bwxjANM&feature=player_embedded
The blue-eyed blonde rises to tiptoes, her senses pounded back into place with her own arm, the limb used as a Pumphandle to freeze the blonde in place, waves of pain emanating from crotch. With Riley mewling in anguish, the Cynful One vaults Shayne off the deck, sending the Kid through a half-flip and dropping the rookie on her head and shoulders in brutal fashion.
As Riley spreads out on the deck, seemingly unconscious, Cynthia rolls to her knees, pear-shaped ass poised over the face of the blonde. "Those of you buying Cornpone's pitiful act," Cynthia shouts, "how 'bout you look at a real bytch and what she can do when she's pissed."
With that said, Mitchell settles back, dropping her rump harshly atop Shayne's mug. While some FAWNatics are perfectly happy to supply this display with plenty of lustful cheers, the vast majority let the Cynful One hear it for her display. For his part, the referee seems transfixed as Cynthia swishes her hips side to side, easing up only to bear down harder... until she turns an angry gaze up toward him. "And just what the hell are YOU waiting for, slappy?" she snaps. "Count."
The ref stammers, "... b... but... normally you want a kno..."
"DON'T TELL ME WHAT I WANT!" Cynthia shouts. "I WANT YOU TO COUNT! HELL, I WANT YOU TO COUNT TO *TEN*! AND *TRY* TO FINISH BEFORE I DO!"
Mitchell reaches forward and tears into Riley's bosom with both hands, bringing the Kid back to consciousness. The Heartbreaker's muffled cries seem to spur Cynthia to shift forward and back across the features of the now BackEND Highlight Reel. The Carolina Terror grinds her undercarriage into the blonde below her for several long sweeps and seconds before the significantly distracted ref drops to the floor and begins his count, watching the show for every slap of...
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
"Ever see Sanders take it here," she huffs between groans and slides. "And if she EVER dares get in the ring with me again..."
Cynthia interrupts herself with a moan as the ref slaps out...
SEVEN...
By now, the crowd is counting along with the official.
"EIGHT!"
The Cynful One bites her bottom lip, keeping in another, LOUDER moan as her breath grows a little more ragged.
"NINE!"
By now, the Coloradical Kid's cries have dwindled into silence, her flailing arms and legs have grown stilled, and the thrashing of the rest of her glistening form along with. There's no question of Shayne kicking out. The only question remaining is whether or not Cynthia would reach the finish line before the referee's hand meets the mat one last time. And when Mitchell's spine stiffens and her head rocks backward, the Cynful One crying out along with the FAWNatics as the ref slaps off the...
"TEN!"
... the answer seems decidedly in the affirmative.
The official calls for the bell, while Cynthia slumps forward, Mitchell letting a flushed cheek rest against Riley's belly as the announcer states the blatantly obvious. "Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, via pinfall... CYYYNNNTTTHHHIIIAAA MIIITTTCCCHHHEEELLLLLL!!!!!"
CYNTHIA MITCHELL
...The Backyard Highlight Reel had yet to find the same success on the front stage of FAWN, the perky, acrobatic blonde rookie seeming to wilt under the hotter spotlight of big league competition. But tonight, for the first ten minutes of her match with a FAWN superstar, Riley Shayne had been everything as advertised and more. Though Cynthia Mitchell had seen her stock slip to midcard status, she was a considerable favourite coming in. And yet Riley had run her ragged, splattering the Cynful One and keeping Mitchell's head on the proverbial swivel throughout.
Even now, after several minutes of Cynful dominance and payback after a particularly heinous maneuver to stem the blonde's tide, the crowd seems to believe this might be the night the Heartbreaker shines. Cynthia bullies Riley into the ropes and is ready to whip her away when Shayne reverses and sends Mitchell racing to the opposite ropes. As the Carolina brunette hits the cables, Riley races headlong toward Cynthia, leaping in a crossbody block, planning to knock the second generation superstar off her feet.
And that's EXACTLY what the Coloradical Kid does, Mitchell uttering a harsh grunt as Shayne slams into her chest. Running headlong into one-hundred and seventeen pounds of flying Jungle graduate is bad enough, but all that weight comes crashing down a second time when Cynthia's back hits the canvas--and as little as one-hundred and seventeen pounds might be in a five foot two frame, it's still plenty to DRIVE the air out of the Cynful One's lungs and sends both her shapely legs flying into the air. Shayne promptly gathers and hooks them, collecting the astounding...
ONE!
TWO!!
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
Cynthia gets a shoulder up. Scrambling to her feet, Riley grabs a handful of hair, tugging her more experienced foe up to stooped feet and pulling her into a standing headscissors. And when she reaches underneath Mitchell's torso to grab her wrists, the FAWNatics begin to cheer loudly. Shayne's cross-arm pedigree might not by Cynthia's Drop Out, but it could still start the diminutive blonde toward her biggest upset ever.
But knowing well what could be used to escape a standing head scissors, Cynthia, having been the victim of many a back body drop, or at least attempted versions to escape her Drop Out, wraps her arms around the thighs of the Coloradical Kid. Cyn snorts out a grunt as she tries to lift Riley off the deck, then up and over. Having already felt what it was like to have the Kid get on a roll, Mitchell wants nothing to do with more backyard nonsense from the brat and the brunette heaves for all she's worth.
The crowd starts to groan as the Backyard Highlight Reel is lifted off her feet... but then, Riley Shayne demonstrates one of the many reasons she had earned that moniker. As she's sent sailing over the Cynful One, the young blonde flips in mid-air, managing to land smoothly on her feet rather than crashing to her back. What's more, without breaking stride, Riley takes off for the ropes, ready to rebound toward Mitchell with something else that would make the FAWNatics jaw drop.
But for all of Riley's youthful energy and acrobatics, Cynthia has something at her disposal that Shayne does not: veteran savvy. Recognizing something had gone wrong with her counter from the roar of the crowd, Mitchell had risen up and pivoted--and when Riley took off for the ropes, Cynthia did as well. She arrives just as the Coloradical Kid turns her back into the cables--and she arrives by BLASTING a running kneelift into the unsuspecting midsection of Shayne. Riley's eyes nearly pop out of her head, threatening to accompany all the oxygen savagely driven out of her lungs. When the Cynful One pulls her knee away, the gasping blonde manages just two faltering steps away from the ropes before crumpling to her knees.
Cynthia draws in a deep breath, one more of relief than exhaustion, though the way her chin dips to her chest, there's signs of that in the Carolinian as well. Plucking a handful of golden locks, Mitchell tugs the Kid to stooped feet. "I haven't made my name destroying half the women on this roster," Cynthia growls, "for you to make your name with me." But as Cynthia makes the pronouncement, Riley leans her forehead into Mitchell's bosom and beneath it tries to send a right uppercut response into Cynthia's tummy.
Shayne might not be a powerhouse, but the punch does the job, sending Cynthia sagging back against the cables. Taking her wrist, the Backyard Highlight Reel sets her feet before launching Mitchell with an Irish whip. Riley follows her out to the centre of the ring, ducking down to show the Cynful One exactly how a backdrop is done...
Instead, Cynthia halts her momentum just short of the Coloradical Kid, and SLAMS a boot into Riley's chest that straightens the blonde youngster right up, rocking her back on her heels. Cynthia then returns to the ropes from whence she had come, only this time she launches herself airborne, reaching an arm across Riley's sternum, looking to introduce Shayne to some Carolina Blues.
CAROLINA BLUES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U2tn1-20BAc&feature=player_embedded
The FAWNatics hope Riley has another counter in her, but the Heartbreaker breaks some hearts. For when Cynthia leaps into the air in front of the blonde, Mitchell grabs Shayne's braincase on the way down and rips Riley off her feet. The resulting SPIKE of face to mat reverberates through the arena. The Kid's body spasms as she barrel rolls to her back, ending in a demolished starfish next to Mitchell, feeling the Blues indeed.
The Cynful One rolls up to her knees, and looks down at the remains of the Coloradical Kid with smug satisfaction. "NEVER IN ####ING DOUBT!" one of the most decorated women in FAWN history bellows, even though everyone watching knows otherwise. Still, control is firmly in Mitchell's hands now--and she has no intentions of letting it go.
Rising, the Terrible Tar Heel saunters over to her devastated opponent, hair hauling Riley to a wobbly vertical base. Stepping off Shayne's right flank, Cynthia threads her right arm under the blonde's right, securing a half nelson. Meanwhile, her left hand reaches through Shayne's thighs and clamps around Riley's left wrist. The Cynful One starts to give a VICIOUS yank, looking to rouse Riley out of her stupor by SMASHING the Coloradical Kid's own forearm into her crotch. Of course, that would only be a precursor to her Original Cyn...
ORIGINAL CYN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rxb0bwxjANM&feature=player_embedded
The blue-eyed blonde rises to tiptoes, her senses pounded back into place with her own arm, the limb used as a Pumphandle to freeze the blonde in place, waves of pain emanating from crotch. With Riley mewling in anguish, the Cynful One vaults Shayne off the deck, sending the Kid through a half-flip and dropping the rookie on her head and shoulders in brutal fashion.
As Riley spreads out on the deck, seemingly unconscious, Cynthia rolls to her knees, pear-shaped ass poised over the face of the blonde. "Those of you buying Cornpone's pitiful act," Cynthia shouts, "how 'bout you look at a real bytch and what she can do when she's pissed."
With that said, Mitchell settles back, dropping her rump harshly atop Shayne's mug. While some FAWNatics are perfectly happy to supply this display with plenty of lustful cheers, the vast majority let the Cynful One hear it for her display. For his part, the referee seems transfixed as Cynthia swishes her hips side to side, easing up only to bear down harder... until she turns an angry gaze up toward him. "And just what the hell are YOU waiting for, slappy?" she snaps. "Count."
The ref stammers, "... b... but... normally you want a kno..."
"DON'T TELL ME WHAT I WANT!" Cynthia shouts. "I WANT YOU TO COUNT! HELL, I WANT YOU TO COUNT TO *TEN*! AND *TRY* TO FINISH BEFORE I DO!"
Mitchell reaches forward and tears into Riley's bosom with both hands, bringing the Kid back to consciousness. The Heartbreaker's muffled cries seem to spur Cynthia to shift forward and back across the features of the now BackEND Highlight Reel. The Carolina Terror grinds her undercarriage into the blonde below her for several long sweeps and seconds before the significantly distracted ref drops to the floor and begins his count, watching the show for every slap of...
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
"Ever see Sanders take it here," she huffs between groans and slides. "And if she EVER dares get in the ring with me again..."
Cynthia interrupts herself with a moan as the ref slaps out...
SEVEN...
By now, the crowd is counting along with the official.
"EIGHT!"
The Cynful One bites her bottom lip, keeping in another, LOUDER moan as her breath grows a little more ragged.
"NINE!"
By now, the Coloradical Kid's cries have dwindled into silence, her flailing arms and legs have grown stilled, and the thrashing of the rest of her glistening form along with. There's no question of Shayne kicking out. The only question remaining is whether or not Cynthia would reach the finish line before the referee's hand meets the mat one last time. And when Mitchell's spine stiffens and her head rocks backward, the Cynful One crying out along with the FAWNatics as the ref slaps off the...
"TEN!"
... the answer seems decidedly in the affirmative.
The official calls for the bell, while Cynthia slumps forward, Mitchell letting a flushed cheek rest against Riley's belly as the announcer states the blatantly obvious. "Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, via pinfall... CYYYNNNTTTHHHIIIAAA MIIITTTCCCHHHEEELLLLLL!!!!!"