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“Hello FAWNATICS! Welcome to the latest episode of Fawn Finds! I’m your host, the Milk Chocolate Mauler, the woman of 1000 hip attacks, Cassava Onika.”
The camera was positioned to cut off at the waist of the seated wrestler, showcasing Cassava in her ring gear of white beater t-shirt with red bra. As always; the recording took place in a room filled to the brim with wrestling merchandise of all sorts, the majority of which featuring the ‘Kylie Corps’ brand. Unlike the vast majority of Corps members who considered the once fan favorite a traitor, Cassava remained a ride-or-die true fan (some would say stalker).
“Normally on the show I review FAWN products, react to matches or segments, anything with FAWN stars. Today’s going to be little different.”
In the bottom left corner of the screen a small window appears playing a fan’s recording of her match against Maiden America.
“As most of you know I had my first match in FAWN against an original, THE. MAIDEN. AMERICA. My next match is another favorite for us long-time fans, The Aammaazzing Emma!!”
The screen changes completely to show a beautiful redheaded woman preforming impossibly fantastic magic tricks in front of a sold-out crowd in the middle of wrestling ring.
“I know there a lot of newer fans, and those who only watch U.S. wrestling, who might not know who this is. So, I asked Bethany Christianson for permission to showcase her short career in FAWN 2, the former developmental league for the main roster. Afterwards I’ll go into her career in Japan, and her return to the U.S.A.”
The screen transitions from the beautiful woman to clips of Emma’s career in The Jungle; showing the highlights of every recorded match she had in the early days of the developmental league
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10 - Opening Night, Part 2
MATCH FIVE: THE AMAZING EMMA VS. BABYGURL
No one questions the toughness of BabyGurl, but it was clear from the outset that she was out of her league physically against the Amazing Emma. She managed to gain an early upper hand with her brawling background: a rake of the eyes here, a rope choke there left Emma blinded and wheezing. But instead of pushing her advantage, BabyGurl instead takes time to play to the crowd, tempting and teasing them, all the while allowing Emma to recover.
And recover she did, although at first it didn't appear so. Playing possum, she waits for BabyGurl to return to her. Once Gurl starts to pull Emma up, Emma strikes with a stomach claw that leaves BabyGurl screaming in agony. BabyGurl's knees buckled, and as she slumped to the canvas, Emma brought herself up to her towering, nearly 6' stature… all the while keeping her talons tearing into Gurl's softening abdominals. Just as she releases the stomach claw, she fires a knee lift directly under Gurl's chin, dropping the youngster to her back.
Pulling BabyGurl back to her feet, Emma traps her in a cobra clutch, even pulling the struggling Hispanic girl off her feet by the hold thanks to their height differential. BabyGurl struggles valiantly, but soon, her body begins to betray her, her own arm aiding in the depletion of her oxygen supply. The ref checks her arm, twice lifting the limb into the air and allowing it to fall limply to her side. But before the official can administer the third check, Emma lets Gurl collapse to the canvas. Then, slipping her ankles under Gurl's shoulders, Emma traps her in the Magic Box reverse facesit. This time, there is no escape for BabyGurl, Emma refuses to release her until she herself has gained release, in addition to her victory.
14 - "Big Gurls Don't Cry"
...or, "They Don't Call Me Amazing For Nothing!"
Her pants coming in staccato bursts, Emma's hips thrust a few quivering more times before moaning with her own release. "Jackpot!" she sighs, carelessly pulling a few sweaty red locks from her face. "But now for the payout!" Easing slightly forward off the slumbering brunette, she carefully unhooks her ankles until her "diva-n's" shoulders are firmly against the mat.
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
Each time the referee's hand slaps the mat, the grin on the redhead's face broadens a notch until with the ringing of the bell she is in full beam.
"You winner tonight…by pinfall…THE AMAZING EMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAA!!!!!"
Her first win of many to come in this new stage under her belt, the lady magician soaks up the cheers and catcalls of the assemblage with a mixture of adulation and disdain. Emma knew she was better then this rookie league…the audience knew…and now this snippet of a tool she had amused herself with and still straddled knew it too! "I just destroyed a FAWN Prime girl" she murmurs haughtily, "and bigger venues soon would come calling, but first I need to leave my calling card!"
To the crowd's roaring approval, the statuesque auburn beauty waves off the zebra with a smile dripping with naughtiness. Still astride the snoozing hellcat, Emma teasingly slides both her hands down her perch's taut torso…first briefly cupping Babygurl's full breasts through her baby tee only to continue on over the expanse of tawny midriff and beyond. Licking her lips dramatically, she runs her fingers mischievously under the rim of the black thong only to plunge them deeper with the raucous encouragement of the throng.
With a shudder the raven haired teenager groans to bleary life as the invasion strikes a chord on some level. Unfortunately for her the crimson haired she devil still sits atop her wearied frame…
Emma smiles as Babygurl squirms and trembles beneath at her subtle machinations, but the big finale was just about to arrive! Glancing over her shoulder at her victim, she whispers just loud enough for her to hear. "Now its Showtime honey!"
With a muffled scream, the battered brunette begins to buck and kick wildly for a moment before fading rapidly into the occasional leg twitch. With a look of utter innocence, the lady magician pulls one hand out only to touch her lips in shock. When she pulls the other out, it doesn't come empty handed…
The flashbulbs pop as the audience thunders its approval as first one, then another, then another, and then another colorful silk scarf joined together is gradually pulled out of Babygurl's nether regions. On and on they come out as five becomes ten becomes twenty all from Gawd knows where until finally, with one last solid pull, Emma yanks last and final item from dark haired lovely's privates.
An oversized pair of granny panties of questionable origin…
Winking in agreement at the crowd's hoots and hollers, Emma leaves the rainbowed mass of silk heaped on her first W and rolls gracefully out of the ring.
Step one of her grand plan was complete!
21 - Feb 15 2004 Show
MATCH EIGHT: SADIE MILLWOOD VS. THE AMAZING EMMA
Coming into the show, many thought this might be the best match up of the night. Both women were similar in size and strength, both were among the oldest members of the FAWN 2 roster, both were coming off of impressive victories, and while Sadie had an undeniable edge in experience, many felt that Emma's viciousness and ingenuity would be able to keep things close.
What followed was the surprise of the night, as Emma controlled the encounter from bell to bell. Emma was able to keep things to a slow, methodical pace, showing surprising technical expertise by effectively countering everything "the Professor" tried tossing at the magician.
Emma started out by focusing on the back of the veteran, punishing Millwood's spine with a Boston Crab and a backbreaker. A stomach claw followed, weakening the veteran's abdominals, before Emma proceeded to wear Sadie down further with a figure four sleep, a cobra clutch, and finally a dragon sleeper. With an exhausted Sadie on wobbly legs, barely able to even stand, the Amazing Emma nailed her with a piledriver that put her on Dream St. A count would have been academic had the illusionist gone for a cover. But instead, Emma opted to secure Millwood in her Straight Jacket finisher. Sadie offered no resistance, and the official quickly stopped the match.
22 - Putting Sadie out to Pasture
"Release her Emma! It's over!"
Ignoring the whine of the referee, the redhead flexes her powerful legs once more while cranking back harshly on the full nelson on the nearly flaccid blonde in her grasp. Her muscles rippling and twitching from the effort, she doggedly tries to pry one last delicious whimper from the legendary Professor...
"I said that is enough!"
Her nose buried in the damp mane of her squeeze toy, Emma keeps up the pressure. There was no resistance left within her grasp, that she knew but it isn't enough. What the Illusionist wants...no, DEMANDS of both the cagey vet and of herself is nothing less then utter domination. There could be nothing left of Sadie at the end of the night except the message that there is only one true queen in the fledgling FAWN second circuit...
"Dammit!" the official bellows, finally prying at the hold. "Let her go! One! Two! Three..."
With a flicker of irritation, Emma casually sets Millwood free from her embrace and scoots away letting her beaten opponent flop lifelessly to the canvass. "Satisfied?" she demands archly of the zebra before her.
"You have had your fun" he grunts, kneeling down to check the slumbering Sadie. "Now get going..."
"Sorry jack-off" the fiery magician coos wickedly, "but I still have a bit more fun to go! So why don't you back away from my little prize there so I can give all the fans what they have been craving?"
"But..."
"You know the rules...and so did she" Emma smiles icily, rising up to her feet and towering slightly over the balding official who has matched her. "Now move!"
Suddenly cowed, the ref backpedals a few steps before reluctantly sliding out of the ring...
Not even acknowledging his departure, Emma turns her attentions back to the statuesque blonde in a puddle at her feet…the athletic body and nimble mind had in theory been the biggest challenge possibly available to her in this backwater fed, but all that was gone now. Her ample bosom gently rising in her blue bikini corset, Millwood lays lifelessly on her side awaiting the next act from the venomous Vegas hottie.
She hasn't long to wait.
Turning her back on her fallen prey, the Amazing one struts over to her corner to the numerous catcalls from the raucous assemblage and retrieves her trademark top hat and ebony cape. Donning the chapeau at a cocky angle, she drapes the silken cape over her arm only to spin back about and stride over to her fallen adversary. With wink to the crowd and a yank, the auburned beauty pulls the groggy Millwood unsteadily up to her feet only to let her collapse weakly into her arms again in an impromptu bear hug. Seeing the utterly glazed look in Sadie's eyes, Emma's smirk blossoms into a full blown beam as the throng roars at the site of both buxom lovelies in such an intimate seeming embrace…
"Are you ready for some magic?" she whispers in Millwood's ear before doubling the auditorium din by planting a delicate kiss on the battered vet's lips…only to stun the crowd with a dazzling flourish of her cape covering the both of them. With a puff of smoke the cloak drops to the canvass in an instant to the giddy dismayed "Oooooooohhhhs!" of the audience.
Still propping up the beaten Sadie with one arm, the Amazing One smiles broadly at the gathered rubes as the cheer in astonishment at her newest prestidigitation. Now sporting Millwood's Blue corset and briefs, Emma's eyes sparkle as she glances sideways at the oblivious blonde now adorned in her black bustier and matching thong complete with top hat. "Now that is entertainment" she murmurs, letting the mob drink in the sight for a few seconds more…
"BOOM!"
Before planting the wily veteran with a chock slam savagely into the mat, sending Sadie's breasts a quiver from impact. The Professor's body just spasms a few moments more before again growing still, but that isn't of the redhead's concern now. Pausing only to retrieve her top hat and cape, she silkily climbs through the ropes herself and heads up the ramp to the appreciative hoots of those present.
"Yet another step closer to my rightful place."
25 - Mar 15 2004 Show
THE AMAZING EMMA VS. XHANA
As tonight's show neared its peak, many in the crowd were eagerly awaiting the chance to see whether Brazil's national treasure would be the first to derail the impressive win streak of the Amazing Emma. Xhana was introduced first, to a multitude of appreciative cheers and whistles. At 5'7" and 125lbs, she was an impressive physical specimen in her own right. However, as the illusionist made her entrance, her 5'11, 155lbs frame made Xhana seem almost tiny.
As the Brazilian sizes up her foe, she decides her best bet is to attempt to use her speed. Each time Emma tries to secure her smaller foe, Xhana ducks out of the way, striking with quick jabs and kicks as she passes. On the third such unsuccessful pass for the illusionist, Xhana scores with a well placed kick to the back of the knee that drops Emma. Wasting no time, the Brazilian races into the ropes, springboards off, and catches the kneeling Amazon with a bulldog.
A quick cover nets slightly less than a two count, but Xhana is not daunted. Quickly, she targets the legs of the magician with quick, precision strikes intended to keep her grounded. Yet she still mixes in moves from her high octane arsenal, and after one particularly nasty hurricarana leaves Emma sprawled on her back, Xhana slips through the ropes and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. She sees Emma rising, and launches herself with a double axehandle.
However, as Emma rises and turns to face the incoming target, the crowd is stunned at what happens next. As Emma turns toward Xhana, she opens her mouth...and a jet of flame flows freely from her lips. Immediately, Xhana's hands fly to her face, the Brazilian rolling back and forth across the canvas in apparent agony. With Xhana writhing on the mat, Emma slithers in behind her, and with Xhana's hands still covering her face, the illusionist manages to secure a figure four sleeper.
Quickly, the Brazilian is subdued, her violently thrashing legs slowing to a halt, her palms still pressed to her face by Emma's powerful thighs. However, with the referee unable to check Xhana's arm, with the grip of Emma's thighs preventing the Brazilian to tap, and with Xhana's own hands pressing her cheeks and her jaw shut, the match continues on. With efficiency born of extensive practice, Emma repositions herself, transforming the figure four sleeper into her patented Magic Box finisher. The check of the Brazilian's arm is now a mere formality, and the Amazing Emma collects yet enough emphatic victory.
33 - Apr 5 2004 Show
LESLIE AMES vs. THE AMAZING EMMA
Leslie exudes confidence as she strides down to the ring, but to the trained eye, it's obvious that she is concerned about this match. After all, she's facing a woman who is not simply undefeated in F2, but has utterly dominated her opponents. From the start, Ames plays the aggressor, attempting to set the pace of the match. But Emma, although a newcomer to the sport, deftly holds her ground, and a stalemate ensues. It is only broken when Emma pulls free and waves her hand in front of Leslie's face, with a flash of fire emanating from her fingertips. Momentarily blinded, Leslie's defenses are quickly overwhelmed, and she is reduced to the role of tackling dummy as the magician has her way with her. The one-sided decimation culminates with Emma taking her black velvet cloak from the ringpost and covering her opponent's unmoving body with it; a moment later she sweeps the cape away, to reveal Leslie to be stark naked. Furthermore, emblazoned across her right butt cheek is an indelible ink tattoo that reads, EMMA KICKED ME BAD. The magician then coyly begins to pull a thread out from between her own cleavage, and it leads to her extracting her foe's missing ring togs, which Emma then throws to the crowd as a souvenir.
Demanding the microphone, Emma then addresses the crowd. "I can't say this hasn't been fun, but let's face it, I'm much too good for the likes of this." She punctuates her remark with a kick to the ribs of Ames. "Which is why I'm leaving all you little people behind and heading off to the big time. You'll see me next in Japan." And with that, a burst of smoke envelopes the ring. When it clears, the Amazing Emma is gone.
The screen transitions back to Cassava, in her excitement she’s leaning a little more in to the camera. Giving her loyal followers a very distracting cleavage shot as she waxes on about Emma’s post FAWN career.
“Some of you may be wondering why Emma chose to sign with a smaller Japanese promotion when she was doing so well in The Jungle. FAWN is the home of the most talented and popular wrestlers in the world, from top to bottom. That makes it difficult for a newer girl to move up the card on to the main roster, she could have been in The Jungle for years and never make it to the big leagues because of an injury. The Mistress of Magic decided she’d rather take a slightly smaller paycheck and featured as the main eventer she knew she could be.”
A slideshow of photos from various Japanese wrestling magazines move across the screen. Images of Emma stripping beaten bitches with a wave of her cape and breathing fire at cowering champions as Cassava provides a voice-over.
“In what seemed like days, The Amazing Emma took over the Japanese scene, enchanting crowds and confounding opponents with her offense that is equal parts sexy and magical.”
The stream of pictures switched to a theme of Emma holding up various championship belts, sometimes with a voluptuous Chinese woman when she had tag team gold.
“Since her departure from FAWN 2 she’s become a very decorated contender, accumulating 2 tag team championships, Winner of Hokkaido 17th annual Grand Tournament, a Pacific Rim Championship, and 3 World titles.”
The recording refocused on Cassava, her disposition cheerful while speaking in a parody of the narrator from the 1966 Batman TV show.
“Will Cassava Onika fall to the supernatural stylings of The Amazing Emma? Or will the magician be crushed under a barrage of bounteous booty? Find out on the next edition of FAWN Finds!”
The camera was positioned to cut off at the waist of the seated wrestler, showcasing Cassava in her ring gear of white beater t-shirt with red bra. As always; the recording took place in a room filled to the brim with wrestling merchandise of all sorts, the majority of which featuring the ‘Kylie Corps’ brand. Unlike the vast majority of Corps members who considered the once fan favorite a traitor, Cassava remained a ride-or-die true fan (some would say stalker).
“Normally on the show I review FAWN products, react to matches or segments, anything with FAWN stars. Today’s going to be little different.”
In the bottom left corner of the screen a small window appears playing a fan’s recording of her match against Maiden America.
“As most of you know I had my first match in FAWN against an original, THE. MAIDEN. AMERICA. My next match is another favorite for us long-time fans, The Aammaazzing Emma!!”
The screen changes completely to show a beautiful redheaded woman preforming impossibly fantastic magic tricks in front of a sold-out crowd in the middle of wrestling ring.
“I know there a lot of newer fans, and those who only watch U.S. wrestling, who might not know who this is. So, I asked Bethany Christianson for permission to showcase her short career in FAWN 2, the former developmental league for the main roster. Afterwards I’ll go into her career in Japan, and her return to the U.S.A.”
The screen transitions from the beautiful woman to clips of Emma’s career in The Jungle; showing the highlights of every recorded match she had in the early days of the developmental league
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10 - Opening Night, Part 2
MATCH FIVE: THE AMAZING EMMA VS. BABYGURL
No one questions the toughness of BabyGurl, but it was clear from the outset that she was out of her league physically against the Amazing Emma. She managed to gain an early upper hand with her brawling background: a rake of the eyes here, a rope choke there left Emma blinded and wheezing. But instead of pushing her advantage, BabyGurl instead takes time to play to the crowd, tempting and teasing them, all the while allowing Emma to recover.
And recover she did, although at first it didn't appear so. Playing possum, she waits for BabyGurl to return to her. Once Gurl starts to pull Emma up, Emma strikes with a stomach claw that leaves BabyGurl screaming in agony. BabyGurl's knees buckled, and as she slumped to the canvas, Emma brought herself up to her towering, nearly 6' stature… all the while keeping her talons tearing into Gurl's softening abdominals. Just as she releases the stomach claw, she fires a knee lift directly under Gurl's chin, dropping the youngster to her back.
Pulling BabyGurl back to her feet, Emma traps her in a cobra clutch, even pulling the struggling Hispanic girl off her feet by the hold thanks to their height differential. BabyGurl struggles valiantly, but soon, her body begins to betray her, her own arm aiding in the depletion of her oxygen supply. The ref checks her arm, twice lifting the limb into the air and allowing it to fall limply to her side. But before the official can administer the third check, Emma lets Gurl collapse to the canvas. Then, slipping her ankles under Gurl's shoulders, Emma traps her in the Magic Box reverse facesit. This time, there is no escape for BabyGurl, Emma refuses to release her until she herself has gained release, in addition to her victory.
14 - "Big Gurls Don't Cry"
...or, "They Don't Call Me Amazing For Nothing!"
Her pants coming in staccato bursts, Emma's hips thrust a few quivering more times before moaning with her own release. "Jackpot!" she sighs, carelessly pulling a few sweaty red locks from her face. "But now for the payout!" Easing slightly forward off the slumbering brunette, she carefully unhooks her ankles until her "diva-n's" shoulders are firmly against the mat.
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
Each time the referee's hand slaps the mat, the grin on the redhead's face broadens a notch until with the ringing of the bell she is in full beam.
"You winner tonight…by pinfall…THE AMAZING EMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAA!!!!!"
Her first win of many to come in this new stage under her belt, the lady magician soaks up the cheers and catcalls of the assemblage with a mixture of adulation and disdain. Emma knew she was better then this rookie league…the audience knew…and now this snippet of a tool she had amused herself with and still straddled knew it too! "I just destroyed a FAWN Prime girl" she murmurs haughtily, "and bigger venues soon would come calling, but first I need to leave my calling card!"
To the crowd's roaring approval, the statuesque auburn beauty waves off the zebra with a smile dripping with naughtiness. Still astride the snoozing hellcat, Emma teasingly slides both her hands down her perch's taut torso…first briefly cupping Babygurl's full breasts through her baby tee only to continue on over the expanse of tawny midriff and beyond. Licking her lips dramatically, she runs her fingers mischievously under the rim of the black thong only to plunge them deeper with the raucous encouragement of the throng.
With a shudder the raven haired teenager groans to bleary life as the invasion strikes a chord on some level. Unfortunately for her the crimson haired she devil still sits atop her wearied frame…
Emma smiles as Babygurl squirms and trembles beneath at her subtle machinations, but the big finale was just about to arrive! Glancing over her shoulder at her victim, she whispers just loud enough for her to hear. "Now its Showtime honey!"
With a muffled scream, the battered brunette begins to buck and kick wildly for a moment before fading rapidly into the occasional leg twitch. With a look of utter innocence, the lady magician pulls one hand out only to touch her lips in shock. When she pulls the other out, it doesn't come empty handed…
The flashbulbs pop as the audience thunders its approval as first one, then another, then another, and then another colorful silk scarf joined together is gradually pulled out of Babygurl's nether regions. On and on they come out as five becomes ten becomes twenty all from Gawd knows where until finally, with one last solid pull, Emma yanks last and final item from dark haired lovely's privates.
An oversized pair of granny panties of questionable origin…
Winking in agreement at the crowd's hoots and hollers, Emma leaves the rainbowed mass of silk heaped on her first W and rolls gracefully out of the ring.
Step one of her grand plan was complete!
21 - Feb 15 2004 Show
MATCH EIGHT: SADIE MILLWOOD VS. THE AMAZING EMMA
Coming into the show, many thought this might be the best match up of the night. Both women were similar in size and strength, both were among the oldest members of the FAWN 2 roster, both were coming off of impressive victories, and while Sadie had an undeniable edge in experience, many felt that Emma's viciousness and ingenuity would be able to keep things close.
What followed was the surprise of the night, as Emma controlled the encounter from bell to bell. Emma was able to keep things to a slow, methodical pace, showing surprising technical expertise by effectively countering everything "the Professor" tried tossing at the magician.
Emma started out by focusing on the back of the veteran, punishing Millwood's spine with a Boston Crab and a backbreaker. A stomach claw followed, weakening the veteran's abdominals, before Emma proceeded to wear Sadie down further with a figure four sleep, a cobra clutch, and finally a dragon sleeper. With an exhausted Sadie on wobbly legs, barely able to even stand, the Amazing Emma nailed her with a piledriver that put her on Dream St. A count would have been academic had the illusionist gone for a cover. But instead, Emma opted to secure Millwood in her Straight Jacket finisher. Sadie offered no resistance, and the official quickly stopped the match.
22 - Putting Sadie out to Pasture
"Release her Emma! It's over!"
Ignoring the whine of the referee, the redhead flexes her powerful legs once more while cranking back harshly on the full nelson on the nearly flaccid blonde in her grasp. Her muscles rippling and twitching from the effort, she doggedly tries to pry one last delicious whimper from the legendary Professor...
"I said that is enough!"
Her nose buried in the damp mane of her squeeze toy, Emma keeps up the pressure. There was no resistance left within her grasp, that she knew but it isn't enough. What the Illusionist wants...no, DEMANDS of both the cagey vet and of herself is nothing less then utter domination. There could be nothing left of Sadie at the end of the night except the message that there is only one true queen in the fledgling FAWN second circuit...
"Dammit!" the official bellows, finally prying at the hold. "Let her go! One! Two! Three..."
With a flicker of irritation, Emma casually sets Millwood free from her embrace and scoots away letting her beaten opponent flop lifelessly to the canvass. "Satisfied?" she demands archly of the zebra before her.
"You have had your fun" he grunts, kneeling down to check the slumbering Sadie. "Now get going..."
"Sorry jack-off" the fiery magician coos wickedly, "but I still have a bit more fun to go! So why don't you back away from my little prize there so I can give all the fans what they have been craving?"
"But..."
"You know the rules...and so did she" Emma smiles icily, rising up to her feet and towering slightly over the balding official who has matched her. "Now move!"
Suddenly cowed, the ref backpedals a few steps before reluctantly sliding out of the ring...
Not even acknowledging his departure, Emma turns her attentions back to the statuesque blonde in a puddle at her feet…the athletic body and nimble mind had in theory been the biggest challenge possibly available to her in this backwater fed, but all that was gone now. Her ample bosom gently rising in her blue bikini corset, Millwood lays lifelessly on her side awaiting the next act from the venomous Vegas hottie.
She hasn't long to wait.
Turning her back on her fallen prey, the Amazing one struts over to her corner to the numerous catcalls from the raucous assemblage and retrieves her trademark top hat and ebony cape. Donning the chapeau at a cocky angle, she drapes the silken cape over her arm only to spin back about and stride over to her fallen adversary. With wink to the crowd and a yank, the auburned beauty pulls the groggy Millwood unsteadily up to her feet only to let her collapse weakly into her arms again in an impromptu bear hug. Seeing the utterly glazed look in Sadie's eyes, Emma's smirk blossoms into a full blown beam as the throng roars at the site of both buxom lovelies in such an intimate seeming embrace…
"Are you ready for some magic?" she whispers in Millwood's ear before doubling the auditorium din by planting a delicate kiss on the battered vet's lips…only to stun the crowd with a dazzling flourish of her cape covering the both of them. With a puff of smoke the cloak drops to the canvass in an instant to the giddy dismayed "Oooooooohhhhs!" of the audience.
Still propping up the beaten Sadie with one arm, the Amazing One smiles broadly at the gathered rubes as the cheer in astonishment at her newest prestidigitation. Now sporting Millwood's Blue corset and briefs, Emma's eyes sparkle as she glances sideways at the oblivious blonde now adorned in her black bustier and matching thong complete with top hat. "Now that is entertainment" she murmurs, letting the mob drink in the sight for a few seconds more…
"BOOM!"
Before planting the wily veteran with a chock slam savagely into the mat, sending Sadie's breasts a quiver from impact. The Professor's body just spasms a few moments more before again growing still, but that isn't of the redhead's concern now. Pausing only to retrieve her top hat and cape, she silkily climbs through the ropes herself and heads up the ramp to the appreciative hoots of those present.
"Yet another step closer to my rightful place."
25 - Mar 15 2004 Show
THE AMAZING EMMA VS. XHANA
As tonight's show neared its peak, many in the crowd were eagerly awaiting the chance to see whether Brazil's national treasure would be the first to derail the impressive win streak of the Amazing Emma. Xhana was introduced first, to a multitude of appreciative cheers and whistles. At 5'7" and 125lbs, she was an impressive physical specimen in her own right. However, as the illusionist made her entrance, her 5'11, 155lbs frame made Xhana seem almost tiny.
As the Brazilian sizes up her foe, she decides her best bet is to attempt to use her speed. Each time Emma tries to secure her smaller foe, Xhana ducks out of the way, striking with quick jabs and kicks as she passes. On the third such unsuccessful pass for the illusionist, Xhana scores with a well placed kick to the back of the knee that drops Emma. Wasting no time, the Brazilian races into the ropes, springboards off, and catches the kneeling Amazon with a bulldog.
A quick cover nets slightly less than a two count, but Xhana is not daunted. Quickly, she targets the legs of the magician with quick, precision strikes intended to keep her grounded. Yet she still mixes in moves from her high octane arsenal, and after one particularly nasty hurricarana leaves Emma sprawled on her back, Xhana slips through the ropes and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. She sees Emma rising, and launches herself with a double axehandle.
However, as Emma rises and turns to face the incoming target, the crowd is stunned at what happens next. As Emma turns toward Xhana, she opens her mouth...and a jet of flame flows freely from her lips. Immediately, Xhana's hands fly to her face, the Brazilian rolling back and forth across the canvas in apparent agony. With Xhana writhing on the mat, Emma slithers in behind her, and with Xhana's hands still covering her face, the illusionist manages to secure a figure four sleeper.
Quickly, the Brazilian is subdued, her violently thrashing legs slowing to a halt, her palms still pressed to her face by Emma's powerful thighs. However, with the referee unable to check Xhana's arm, with the grip of Emma's thighs preventing the Brazilian to tap, and with Xhana's own hands pressing her cheeks and her jaw shut, the match continues on. With efficiency born of extensive practice, Emma repositions herself, transforming the figure four sleeper into her patented Magic Box finisher. The check of the Brazilian's arm is now a mere formality, and the Amazing Emma collects yet enough emphatic victory.
33 - Apr 5 2004 Show
LESLIE AMES vs. THE AMAZING EMMA
Leslie exudes confidence as she strides down to the ring, but to the trained eye, it's obvious that she is concerned about this match. After all, she's facing a woman who is not simply undefeated in F2, but has utterly dominated her opponents. From the start, Ames plays the aggressor, attempting to set the pace of the match. But Emma, although a newcomer to the sport, deftly holds her ground, and a stalemate ensues. It is only broken when Emma pulls free and waves her hand in front of Leslie's face, with a flash of fire emanating from her fingertips. Momentarily blinded, Leslie's defenses are quickly overwhelmed, and she is reduced to the role of tackling dummy as the magician has her way with her. The one-sided decimation culminates with Emma taking her black velvet cloak from the ringpost and covering her opponent's unmoving body with it; a moment later she sweeps the cape away, to reveal Leslie to be stark naked. Furthermore, emblazoned across her right butt cheek is an indelible ink tattoo that reads, EMMA KICKED ME BAD. The magician then coyly begins to pull a thread out from between her own cleavage, and it leads to her extracting her foe's missing ring togs, which Emma then throws to the crowd as a souvenir.
Demanding the microphone, Emma then addresses the crowd. "I can't say this hasn't been fun, but let's face it, I'm much too good for the likes of this." She punctuates her remark with a kick to the ribs of Ames. "Which is why I'm leaving all you little people behind and heading off to the big time. You'll see me next in Japan." And with that, a burst of smoke envelopes the ring. When it clears, the Amazing Emma is gone.
The screen transitions back to Cassava, in her excitement she’s leaning a little more in to the camera. Giving her loyal followers a very distracting cleavage shot as she waxes on about Emma’s post FAWN career.
“Some of you may be wondering why Emma chose to sign with a smaller Japanese promotion when she was doing so well in The Jungle. FAWN is the home of the most talented and popular wrestlers in the world, from top to bottom. That makes it difficult for a newer girl to move up the card on to the main roster, she could have been in The Jungle for years and never make it to the big leagues because of an injury. The Mistress of Magic decided she’d rather take a slightly smaller paycheck and featured as the main eventer she knew she could be.”
A slideshow of photos from various Japanese wrestling magazines move across the screen. Images of Emma stripping beaten bitches with a wave of her cape and breathing fire at cowering champions as Cassava provides a voice-over.
“In what seemed like days, The Amazing Emma took over the Japanese scene, enchanting crowds and confounding opponents with her offense that is equal parts sexy and magical.”
The stream of pictures switched to a theme of Emma holding up various championship belts, sometimes with a voluptuous Chinese woman when she had tag team gold.
“Since her departure from FAWN 2 she’s become a very decorated contender, accumulating 2 tag team championships, Winner of Hokkaido 17th annual Grand Tournament, a Pacific Rim Championship, and 3 World titles.”
The recording refocused on Cassava, her disposition cheerful while speaking in a parody of the narrator from the 1966 Batman TV show.
“Will Cassava Onika fall to the supernatural stylings of The Amazing Emma? Or will the magician be crushed under a barrage of bounteous booty? Find out on the next edition of FAWN Finds!”