Post by bigfan on Apr 5, 2017 14:56:59 GMT
“This is not acceptable.”
Bethany Christian ran a hand through her hair, ostensibly to re-inject some volume but actually a small outward sign of the frustration within. Taking a deep breath, she tried to make her tone as reasonable as possible. “Zoe, I don’t see any other option. Isobel is a wrestler on the FAWN roster, and that carries with it certain requirements. The primary one being that our talent is expected to wrestle.”
BETHANY CHRISTIAN
Across the desk Zoe Scott’s face had abandoned any pretence of that Instagram-friendly smile, and even the professional detachment she usually maintained in business dealings was rapidly disintegrating. Her voice managed to retain some of that cold firmness, but only just. “Isobel is my assistant. I can produce the contract stating this if needed. And my assistant does not have any business having wrestling matches unless it benefits me.”
ZOE SCOTT
ISOBEL LAMONT
“Your assistant may not have any business wrestling, but in that case she also has no business being at ringside. Or powerbombing employees, or impeding my referees in their duties.”
The assistant slash wrestler in question was seated on a couch at the back of the office playing with her smartphone, purposely taking no part in the discussion. But over Zoe’s shoulder Bethany saw Isobel Lamont’s eyes flash up to meet her own. The blonde didn’t quite crack a smile at the reminder of what she had done thus far during her short time in the promotion, but there were hints of both pleasure and challenge on her face. Christian noted that expression for later consideration before continuing.
“Frankly, a wrestler in this promotion shouldn’t be doing any of those things either, but plenty of them do, so that is at least an argument I can make when others ask. But if Isobel does not wrestle then why should she be with you at ringside? To put it another way, what would stop any of our other in-ring talents from just hiring their own ‘assistants’ to interfere in their matches? Even the girls that used to hang around with Portia had to have matches of their own every once in a while”
Zoe’s eyes narrowed. “Isobel only does things which I could do myself if I had time time. What you call interference I just see as being efficient.” Christian’s expression suggested that she wasn’t going to argue that point, so the jet setter ploughed on. “I can tell that you’re wondering what the big problem is, right? Why can’t I just let her beat up a few jobbers? The answer is that she is explicitly here for me. I’m the new FAWN superstar, I’m the one that’s been blessed, I’m the sensation that’s going to sweep this company. My assistant wrestling nobodies at the bottom of the card would be a sideshow, not only demeaning to the company and distracting for fans but giving the impression that I too am a joke, instead of a blessing.”
Unable to hide her sigh, Bethany tried to sound reasonable “If Miss Lamont isn’t ready to be a wrestler then we can arrange for her matches to take place in the Jungle. A lot of their matches aren’t even on TV, it really wouldn’t be any distraction from you…”
“Bel is an outstanding wrestler. My own team trained her and I oversaw it myself, how could she be anything less? That’s the problem. Fans will see someone stronger and better than most of the roster fighting against nobodies, and will become confused, distracted, and misguided. That is not what I want.”
“And now I’m wondering if you bring up this nonsense in the hopes of distracting me from what I hope was unintentional duplicity on your organisation’s part. I have asked constantly since my arrival to be put in a ring with that little Burlingame girl everyone hypes so much, and been told that this can only happen once I am ‘established’. But I hear she was in a no-holds-barred fight against a completely unknown rookie a few weeks ago at the company’s request. The only reason I’m not more offended is because she’s already been exposed by Kylie Sanders and it’s hilarious that she nearly lost to a nobody.”
Most people would have immediately asked Zoe how she could have possibly known about that; even Bethany herself was only tangentially aware of the backstage rumours about Giardi’s new prodigy and her time behind closed doors with the Star Strider. But Christian had been doing this a long time, and as such she just waved a dismissive hand. “Lily is a prize asset, we like to have her and many of our other established stars working with new talent to inspire and nurture them. This is not something which…”
The expat interrupted yet again. “You removed the most overhyped lightweight in the world from her training camp and threw her into a fight just before a big pay per view just to ‘inspire’ some rookie for one evening? I find that hard to believe. I don’t have a problem with favouritism Bethany, hell I have plenty of favourites myself, but you could at least be honest about it. And a girl can’t help but wonder how many more social media followers and investment loans she has to get for this company before she’s moved up that favour list…”
This final comment caused a shift in Christian’s body language. The actual changes were subtle, but the brunette somehow seemed more upright, and the arms on the desk in front of her slightly flexed to give a clear reminder of the power possessed in that body, power which she had used in the ring as well as the boardroom to wreck so many hopefuls over the past 20 years. “I appreciate the support of the Scott foundation, but please do not mistake that appreciation for special treatment. We have been down that road before as a company and we will not do so again.”
After a tense little pause, Zoe raised one hand in a conciliatory gesture and both women relaxed a tad. Bethany tilted her head to one side, considering options. “If Isobel will not be wrestling then we will have to remove her from the roster and think of another way around this.”
Across the room, Isobel’s eyes flashed up to meet hers again. The young bombshell looked considerably less self-satisfied than she had in her last meaningful glance, seeming anxious at the prospect of her brief time on the roster coming to an end. This time she looked back down straight away, possibly hoping that the older woman hadn’t noticed the pleading in her gaze. But Bethany had noticed, enough at least to decide that this might be something she could use.
A small and totally innocent smile flashed across her face as she turned back to Zoe. “What about if we could make it so that Isobel helps you without distracting from you? I know you’re a singles wrestler, but everyone needs a tag partner at some time in their career. How about if we set you both up in a tag match? That way you get another win and your assistant can wrestle without becoming a distraction.”
Scott pursed her lips, still clearly not happy but willing to give the option some consideration. After a few moments thought, she said “I can come to some arrangement if it means I get access to the best, even in a tag match. Would that be the Irish ladies or those horrible California trash?”
“We can maybe look at that soon, but not straight away. You might be able to beat the Kanes but our fans don’t know that, so you’ll need to have a few matches first. For now let’s take on something more straightforward. You can try to get another win, Isobel ticks the 'wrestler' box, and then maybe we can see about finding you some more suitable competition.”
Rolling eyes greeted this idea, but after a few moments Zoe grudgingly said “very well. But you should know I see these words you constantly feed me as promises, Bethany. And if people break promises to me I get very upset.”
Collecting her handbag and long jacket from the coatrack, she fixed her gaze on the older woman and, in a voice which was right on the edge of sarcasm, said “Thank you for your time.” Then she turned with a swish of chestnut hair, snapped her fingers at her assistant, and swanned out of the room.
“Thank you, Ms Scott” Bethany said to the departing figure. She had just started turning back to her computer screen to check the next item of business when she noticed that Isobel was still in the doorway. The big blonde caught her eye one final time and gave a slight nod before turning to leave, seeming to convey gratitude or respect without the need for words. Christian nodded back, her smile broadening as she turned away and contemplated what to do next.
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The house show crowd happily cheered and clapped along as the Cheerleaders went through their energetic pre-match routine. Objectively Allie McKenzie and Frankie Sellers were two of the least successful competitors on the roster, but they had been with the company for a long time and their infectious enthusiasm for their jobs seemed to make up for this lack of success in an audience who always loved an underdog. They had always retained their athleticism through the years, still happily twirling and cartwheeling around the ring for their entrance, and this plus the fact that they were both still looking hot as hell in their ring gear had the FAWNatics firmly on their side.
ALLIE MCKENZIE
FRANKIE SELLERS
As the two veterans finished up their entrance the announcer raised a microphone to his lips. “Ladies and Gentlemen, this next contest is a tag match scheduled for one fall. First, already in the ring, please welcome The Cheerleaders!” Both girls stepped up and waved, earning another round of cheers from the crowd.
“And their opponents, making their debut as a tag team, they have asked to be known as ‘Zoe Scott and her Assistant’!”
The crowd noise switched from happiness to a mix of confusion and consternation as the lights dimmed around them. Sure most of them had managed to catch some part of the rookie’s matches despite them both having been super early on the PPV cards, but most didn’t like what they’d seen. And that had to be one of the worst names for a tag team in all of wrestling. When the new girl’s theme song kicked in the crowd dissolved into pure boos.
ALL OF THE LIGHTS – KANYE WEST (https://www.youtube.com/ watch?v=HAfFfqiYLp0 )
Just to add to the crowd’s confusion there was clearly only one figure who strode out into the spotlight at the top of the ramp. That was definitely Zoe; the designer shades, pale leather jacket, overly expensive sneakers (these ones had Y-3 branding around the sole) and ‘flashbulb’ hand motions were all present. But she didn’t look particularly dressed to wrestle; her legs were covered with some eye-wateringly tight black jeans which would probably restrict movement, and under the jacket her top looked to be a silky draped number with a neckline plunge almost to the navel and no visible bra, looking like it would barely preserve her modesty through even the smallest amount of jostling.
The brunette reached the ring and climbed elegantly up the steps, but paused before slipping through the ropes. As she did the lights came back on and the figure of Zoe’s assistant Isobel Lamont became visible, having walked all the way down behind her without ever stepping into the spotlight. She carried a handbag with a very visible Hermes logo, offering this to her mistress who waved it away and then going to place it near the announce table.
Isobel’s appearance was a closer to what might be expected from a FAWN wrestler, the bombshell blonde raising plenty of wolf whistles and shouts from those nearby. She was clad in a black lycra one-piece which didn’t really manage to hide the exaggerated curves of her body. In particular the reinforced chest section was straining, with a reasonable amount of cleavage still visible. Scruffy looking white pads and boots completed the basic outfit, and Lamont had braided her hair into one long golden battle plait which dropped down past her shoulders.
Zoe snapped her fingers, and Isobel came over immediately and accepted the jacket and sunglasses from her employer. She took both over to the timekeeper’s table, giving the man a significant glance as she put them down on the empty chair next to him, then turned back to the ring and hopped onto the apron, moving through the ropes next to the jetsetter and settling into their corner. Scott remained outside, leaning over to whisper something in her ear.
After taking a second to check that everything was in place the referee gestured to the timekeeper and a bell rung out to begin the match. Immediately Zoe turned her back and dropped carefully off the apron, quickly going to retrieve her handbag and then settling into a chair near the announce desk.
Back in the ring, Lamont had stepped confidently out to the centre. Both cheerleaders had been distracted by the sight of one of their opponents dressed in what could loosely be called street clothes and sitting some distance from the action, but Allie was quickly out to meet the new girl. Coming to a stop a few feet away, outside of what she judged the blonde’s reach to be, Mckenzie looked her opponent up and down and then asked the question which quite a few in the house show arena had on their minds.
“What the hell is going on, new girl? Do you two even know what a tag team is?”
A smile crossed Isobel’s face. “Do you? Way I hear it you must’ve forgot y’all are trying to win.”
Both Cheerleaders had spent their careers being mocked, and an insult this mild was nowhere near the worst of it, but McKenzie’s eyes still narrowed at yet another newbie giving them a hostile reception. “You have a terrible team name and one of the worst entrances I’ve ever seen. If those are anything to go by its not me that needs to worry about looking like a loser.”
The big blonde was still grinning, but didn’t respond verbally. Instead she simply raised up one brawny arm, hand open to invite a test of strength. Allie eyed this for a second then stepped forward, reaching up to clasp her hand into Isobel’s. But the smaller woman had no intention of finding out exactly how much she was overmatched in terms of strength tonight. Instead she used that athleticism, hopping up off both feet and driving out a low Standing Dropkick with took both the bigger girl’s shins out from under her.
Lamont let out a gasp of surprise as she dropped to her knees, the momentum pushing her to all fours. She reached out a hand to swipe at where she thought the other blonde’s legs might be but Allie had already scampered around to one side. Hooking around the bigger girl’s torso, Mckenzie dropped to a crouch and powered through her legs to roll the blonde up in a tight inside cradle as the ref counted
ONE
T…
The ref’s hand was heading bownwards for the second time with Isobel stopped flailing and just kicked out with her entire body in one go, breaking the pin and rolling herself over onto one side. She quickly scrambled to her feet and realised that Allie had tagged in her partner, Frankie running hard at her from the corner and throwing a forearm into her chest.
Lumbering backwards under the lightning-fast brunette assault, Lamont absorbed two leg kicks and another forearm before she set her feet and pressed both hands into Frankie’s chest. Giving a huge shove, Isobel watched as the smaller girl flew away from her and fell back, raising an impressed eyebrow in as she leaned into the tumble to end up on her feet and run straight back in.
With time to set her body, Isobel swung for a lariat which Sellers ducked under smoothly, carrying straight on to the ropes. She made it back before the blonde could manage to stop her follow-through and launched off both feet, planting a big running dropkick between the so-called assistant’s shoulderblades. The strike sent Lamont stumbling forwards into a chest-first collusion with the ropes.
Seeing the newbie TWANGing backwards off the strands, Frankie dived down to lie just behind her feet. Sure enough she felt one boot bump into her, Allie jumping with glee in her corner and shouting ‘TIMMMMBEEEEERRRR’ along with the crowd as the big blonde inevitably tripped and fell full-length on her back. Sellers scrambled over and hooked both legs up into a matchbook, stacking Isobel on her shoulders for
ONE
T…
Bel kicked the smaller woman away and sat up, trying to catch her bearings after the lightning-fast start. Sellers hopped to her feet and leaped into yet another standing dropkick, which landed square in the Texan’s face and drove her back down to the matt again. Banking on her not rising for a while, Frankie ran back over to the corner and tagged Allie in again, the long-term partners showing their huge experience advantage by smoothly rotating their offence.
Instead of shooting straight into the ring Allie scrambled up to the top turnbuckle, staying crouched there as Lamont recovered her feet. “This one’s really not worth the money!” she shouted over to Zoe at ringside, the brunette raising one hand and ‘popping’ her flashbulb sigil without ever looking up from her phone as her assistant stood up and staggered towards the hostile corner. Deciding that the time was right Allie stood up and leaped off her perch, landing with both thighs squeezed around Isobel’s head and swinging down and through for a picture-perfect Hurricanrana…
…Which came to a juddering halt before she could hit the ground. Lamont had simply clamped down on intruding legs and stopped still, relying on her strength and low centre of gravity to halt the smaller girl’s momentum. And then she bent her back a little, strained her arms and powered the Cheerleader back to vertical, this time without escape momentum. Feeling herself being pulled back up, Allie started to wave her arms and struggle, but this had little effect as she quickly found herself back on Lamont’s shoulders in textbook powerbomb position.
She had a split second to regret the ‘rana attempt and was then driven backwards and down HARD. The back of the Cheerleader’s head and shoulders rocked into the canvas but Bel wasn’t done, hanging on tight and showing great strength by hauling her back up to repeat the process all over again. This second ‘bomb ended with Lamont on her knees, creating even more momentum and ensuring that Allie’s landing was dead along the expanse of her spine. The impact was even more brutal, and it briefly looked like the so-called personal assistant might be trying to hang on for one more ‘bomb, but after a second’s pause she released the smaller girl’s legs and let them flop to the matt.
DOUBLE POWERBOMB (https://www.youtube.com/ watch?v=GE9DM96w0Yw )
The vicious double assault was enough to leave McKenzie lying in a groaning heap, with Isobel standing above her and looking like she had claimed all the match momentum back after a slow start. And now the tide had turned it was clear that the Texan was keen to capitalise, reaching straight down and pulling the smaller girl back to verticality. Allie wobbled to her feet and launched another forearm, seeming to want to create some space, only to have Lamont move surprisingly quickly to snatch that arm out of the air and spin into an Irish Whip which sent the Cheerleader stumbling headlong towards the corner.
Managing to turn at the last second so that her back absorbed the tooth-rattling impact, Allie quickly realised that she was in her opponent’s corner. That would usually be a pretty dangerous place to spend any time, and she’d already hotfooted out of there before remembering that Isobel’s partner was talking quietly on her phone several yards away and probably didn’t present an immediate threat.
As Allie sprinted out of the corner Lamont bent a little, seeming to look for a back body drop. The Cheerleader spotted this straight away, leaping off one foot to hurdle the bigger woman only to come to a halt when Isobel stood back up and caught her round the waist. Lifting her burden up over her shoulder and holding her there a second, Bel realised that the smaller blonde was reaching out imploringly to Frankie and said “If you want your partner so bad y’all shoulda asked.” Rotating thorough 180 degrees, she took a few steps forwards and pushed the smaller woman away, the Thrust Spinebuster sending McKenzie flying back first into the buckles of her own corner.
The petite cheerleader slumped down, Sellers reaching to give her a hand up and simultaneously tag herself in. Isobel backed off and seemed happy to welcome this new opponent into the ring, but the brunette’s approach was much more cautious than last time after seeing what the powerhouse had done to her gasping partner. Circling slowly around to the right, Frankie feinted at a takedown attempt in and then sprinted off to the ropes in the opposite direction.
Returning at full speed, Frankie leaped into the air intending to deliver a flying clothesline. Instead she found herself caught in mid-air just as her partner had been, only this time rather than hanging on Lamont simply hooked under her armpits and pushed her even higher! Now travelling straight upwards, the Californian waved her arms and tried to stabilise in mid-air only to have Isobel grab hold of her thighs and drop her forwards onto her back with devastating force.
POP-UP POWERBOMB (https://www.youtube.com/ watch?v=CKFZuWE7c7s )
Standing in the corner trying to work the kinks out of her spine, Mckenzie watched her partner take this hellacious fall and threaded one leg through the ropes, dismissing her own aches in favour of breaking up a potential pinfall. Isobel had certainly planned a pin, but both blondes turned their heads in surprise when a voice from the other side of the ring shouted “Bel!” McKenzie realised that in the crowd hubbub from that last power move she had failed to notice Zoe Scott climbing up onto the apron and now beckoning her assistant over urgently.
Abandoning thoughts of a pin, Isobel rose to her feet quickly and strode over to her employer, who was looking distinctly annoyed. Scott beckoned her in closer and then, in a voice loud enough to carry over the crowd, reminded her of her expectations. “I know how much you enjoy just throwing people around, but please remember that you are meant to be a wrestler. You’re representing me tonight and that means these people need to see grace and skill, not a gorilla in a leotard.”
Scott delivered her reminder and then turned without waiting for reply, dropping nimbly back off the apron again and retaking her seat. In her wake Bel stopped to think for a second then turned back to the action, noticing immediately that her victim had recovered a little and was crawling back to her corner for another tag.
With her employer’s words still ringing in her ears Isobel decided to take a different tack than she had previously. Speeding past the stricken Cheerleader she careened towards the hostile corner, Allie taking a startled hop backwards off the apron to avoid anything she might have planned. But Bel didn’t show any interest in the smaller blonde, instead turning her back into that corner and speeding out again to deliver a low dropkick into Sellers’ side.
Flopping over onto her back with a groan, Frankie quickly felt strong hands gripping one arm, “get off me” she growled, trying to retrieve the captured limb, but Isobel held on with one hand while using the other arm to drive a nasty elbow smash into the brunette’s face. Sellers turned away to avoid a follow-up and was thus blind when Lamont took a handful of hair, lifted her head up a little, and slid those long, tanned and lethal-looking legs around her head!
ARM-TRAP HEADSCISSORS
“If it was up to me we’d all be in the shower by now, but the boss says we’ve gotta play a bit longer first,” Lamont cooed. Frankie was too busy trying to pull her head free to respond, but her efforts doubled in urgency when the Texan crossed her ankles and squeezed down on the trapped noggin.
Isobel might not quite be in Ivy Armstrong’s league when it came to headscissors but she was strong enough to have the Californian in a world of hurt very quickly. The captured arm was also being forced upwards and wrenching her shoulder, but for Frankie this pain was secondary to the constricting thighs causing spots to appear in her vision. She bucked and writhed as hard as she could, but her main focus was the voice of her partner, Allie shouting “I got this babe!” as she stormed into the ring to land a big kick on the back of the unsuspecting Texan’s head.
The first kick didn’t quite release Frankie, but a second one sent Isobel rolling away to avoid any more blows. She was quickly on her feet and storming back in only to have the referee step in front of her as he ushered McKenzie back out of the ring. Denied access to her prey, the blonde briefly looked like she might push right through the flustered ref, but in the end she stepped back and refocussed. Sellers was crawling back to her corner again, and Lamont jogged to grab one ankle only to catch a boot in the face as Sellers instinctively kicked out at her captor.
Frankie immediately felt encouraged by the spluttering noise the big blonde made as her nose was squashed by a Californian boot. With Lamont kneeling and checking her face for blood, Sellers temporarily abandoned her plans for a tag, pushed to her feet and launched out a buzzsaw kick which would have taken her blonde head off if the Texan hadn’t dropped and rolled away at the last moment.
Within seconds both fighters were on their feet and running at each other. Frankie ducked under another lariat and stopped on a dime, spinning back to deliver a big thumping high knee into Texan sternum. Isobel’s torso reeled away and she took a few backwards steps away from the brunette and towards the hostile corner. This left her in perfect range for Sellers, using her agility to full effect by launching off one foot and firing out a beautiful roundhouse which caught Lamont square on her jaw and sent her sprawling sideways.
JUMPING ROUNDHOUSE (https://www.youtube.com/ watch?v=h7qhc9_1gcw )
Isobel crashed down to the matt on her side, momentarily stunned by the sudden kick. Usually Frankie would have dived straight on to try for a cover, but this bytch was bigger than most and seemed like she might need just a little more softening up. Besides, after that vicious ‘bomb and the headscissor Sellers was running close to empty, and her partner was jumping and banging the turnbuckle in anticipation.
“Finish her off babe!” Frankie shouted, slapping Allie’s hand and rolling out to the apron for a break. Lamont’s ‘partner’ was still sitting by the announce desk and showing little interest in proceedings, so Allie decided to do just that. Springing up to the top rope, the Cheerleader raised her arms to a rowdy round of cheers from the crowd and then launched towards her prey, rotating in mid-air before crashing down across the bigger girl’s stomach.
ROUNDING MOONSAULT (https://www.youtube.com/ watch?v=gsrsTapBrt0 )
The Cheerleader reached down to hook a leg and hung on tight as the referee’s hand came down
ONCE
And then stopped as Allie flew a good three feet up into the air courtesy of a huge shove from Lamont. The Texan sat up with a snarl and, cobwebs in her head be damned, reached out to grab a big handful of Mckenzie’s blonde mane. Within seconds she’d scrambled back to vertical and dragged Allie along with her. The smaller girl was still processing exactly what had happened when a huge Standing Lariat sent her flipping back to the matt again.
The force behind the blow had sent Lamont to one knee, and she stayed there for a second to recover her breath and calm the adrenaline running through her system after breaking that pin so emphatically. “Scotty tells people I’m an inexperienced wrestler,” she confided quietly to the gulping blonde. “Might be so, but I been in more fights than you or anyone else can count.”
Beside her Allie groaned and held her head, sitting up and shaking away the cobwebs. She started to rise, Lamont contemplating this thoughtfully for a second and then hopping to her feet and taking a few steps backwards to get momentum from the ropes. As Mckenzie stood up the big blonde thundered back and CLAPPED a big Running Kneelift off her dome, sending her back to her knees.
Looking down at the smaller girl, Lamont continued. “Fights end just like that. I could beat you down into the earth now, easy as pie. But tonight you got lucky, cos I gotta be a wrestler.”
Lifting the Cheerleader upright, Isobel buried a boot in her gut, bending her forwards, and then looped her arms a tight double underhook. That grip allowed her to lift the smaller girl like a ragdoll, Lamont held her upright for a second and then dropped to her back, a devastating brainbuster which FAWN’s marketing department had suggested she called the Bellringer.
BELLRINGER (https://www.youtube.com/ watch?v=qnYuqZbEoXY )
“Stay down,” Isobel instructed the starfished Californian, stepping around and crouching to finally go for what would be her first pin attempt in FAWN. It was lucky for her that she did take a second to reposition herself, or perhaps that was instinct from all those fights. Either way, it meant she was perfectly placed to see Frankie Sellers slip through the ropes and charge out of her corner to rescue her partner. With time to set herself, Lamont ducked into the charging brunette, wrapped around her waist and lifted up and down into a HUGE Spinebuster which planted Sellers’ back squarely into the stomach of her partner.
Both Cheerleaders sat up as the crowd exploded into HO-LEE-SHIT chants, Frankie reaching awkwardly to massage her wrecked spine whilst Allie flopped back down and stayed there after having all the air driven from her body. Isobel kicked the brunette off her partner and was just preparing once more for what would surely be an academic pin when she heard her name being yelled from the corner. She and the referee both looked up in surprise to see Zoe gesturing at her assistant.
Isobel understood at once what was expected of her, and it only took her a fraction of a second to swallow her frustration at the thought. Then she reached down to grab two handfuls of Sellers’ togs, using them to haul the brunette bodily over to the ropes and out to the floor. Returning, she paused for just a second to give a curtsey to the hard camera, then reached down again and lifted Allie’s devastated body back to vertical. Holding the barely conscious girl up, Lamont walked them both over to her own corner and finally tagged in her employer.
“Who the hell do you think you're curtseying to? Go and take care of the other one.” Sliding through the ropes with one hand over her chest to prevent a wardrobe malfunction, Zoe gave a furious glance at her assistant and then gestured impatiently to where Frankie had forcibly left the ring. Dismissing them both and stepping greedily behind Allie’s swaying form, she crouched to tuck her head between the Cheerleader’s wobbly legs. Securing her grip, the jet setter showed off her own surprising leg power to stand up and lift the blonde into an electric chair position, her outfit straining from the lift but just about maintining her modesty.
Taking a few more steps out into the ring, Scott waited a few heartbeats for the crowd noise to build and then reached up, hooked both hands behind Allie’s neck, and pulled forward whilst dropping to her butt. The top of Mckenzie’s head impacted hard into canvas as she became the first person in FAWN to officially receive Zoe’s Blessing.
BLESSING (https://www.youtube.com/ watch?v=7sw7NFfY8vE )
The impact was enough of a jostle to finally cause the much-threatened spillage from Zoe's top, but the proximity of McKenzie’s boneless body prevented anyone from seeing and a quick one-handed adjustment had re-secured the tit tape. Her hand went back to those captured legs again, the smaller girl stacked up as the ref slid in for…
ONE
TWO
and THREE!
With her assistant making sure Frankie couldn’t intervene even if she had the ability to, the count was largely academic. In different circumstances Zoe might well have demanded five or ten, but these girls were no-name trash and she had a public to greet. Standing up, she had one last check on her plunging top and then began waving, a broad smile spreading across her face despite the boos ringing around her.
Isobel had made it back into the ring by this point and seemed to be getting a markedly better reception from the nearby fans than her employer had. This didn’t escape Zoe’s notice; she quickly gestured to her assistant to get her smartphone for a picture and then posed over Allie’s slowly reviving body to make sure she had tonight’s Instagram upload just right. Then, giving one last wave, she snapped her fingers and stepped daintily back through the ropes and down the steps, waiting as Isobel scurried to collect her coat and bag.
With these safely back in her possession she pressed the ‘upload’ button on her phone, stowed it in the bag and sauntered happily off up the ramp, not even having broken a sweat for tonight’s victory.
Behind, Isobel was at least looking a little dishevelled, although her makeup was barely smudged. Her gait was more of a trudge, but her eyes were flicking left and right at the fans as she walked, and anyone looking closely at her face might wonder whether she had enjoyed her in-ring debut at least a little more than she let on.