Post by dsb on Jan 22, 2019 0:10:44 GMT
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the Announcer began, officially kicking off the festivities for the evening, a last-minute booking by all accounts by the Commissioner of Monday Night Mayhem, Susan Style. No-one was quite sure what to expect, an unfortunate injury resulting in one match being postponed from the PPV card, and this one taking its place, but a series of somewhat cryptic texts from FAWN’s most Babyfaced of Factions, the Upstart Nation, had sent the crowd into a fit of speculation.
“The following contest will be a Tag Team match,” the man at centre ring continued, evidently aware of the FAWNatics mounting impatience. “Introducing first, coming in at a combined weight of two hundred and forty-six pounds, THE SENSATIONALS!!”
The crowd were initially uncertain as to how they were supposed to react following the announcement, the name unfamiliar to them even as…
CONFIDENT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PlrFO7kiSck
…began to emerge from the arena’s sound system. The moment a much beloved figure dashed out onto the stage, however, any such hesitation was soon forgotten. Bursting through the curtain like a pocket hurricane, Jaime London was greeted with a roar of approval from the FAWNatics, one that was worthy of summoning the Sensational Spinoff back into action once again. The diminutive redheaded dynamo flashed her familiar megawatt smile as she strode from one end of the stage to the other, all five foot two and one hundred and eighteen pounds of the gorgeous Manchester Native ready to explode into action, her enthusiasm infectious.
JAIME LONDON
For her match tonight, the Briton was sporting a dark blue two piece while her elbows and knees were armoured in red pads, and her feet in matching boots. She looked rather volatile, there was no arguing the observation, but it was the ‘Ka-BOOM!’ scrolled across her toosh in girlish, red cursive script that really sealed the deal.
London 2.0 made her way down the aisle, slapping hands, her feet barely touching the floor; such was the energy with which the redhead approached the ring, as eager as ever to reach her destination.
Suddenly, inexpiably, she stopped, the Upstart standing with her hands on her hips and looking perplexed, tilting her head ever so slightly sideways as though she had forgotten ‘something’ terribly important. Or ‘someone’ to be more specific, snapping her fingers for show and suddenly turning about on the spot, she pointed dramatically back towards the entrance…
…From which emerged, somewhat more hesitantly, one of the Jungles hottest prospects, both elevated to the big leagues and welcomed onto the stage by one of her childhood friends.
Already amped up, the FAWNatics erupted with a renewed bout of cheers, eager to formally welcome the little sister of one of their all-time favourite competitors.
SUMMER HOPKINS
As for the young woman herself, like a doe eyed deer caught in the headlights, bright eyed Summer Hopkins was taken aback by the cascade of applause that greeted her arrival through the curtains, the beautiful blonde sheepishly covering her mouth and attempting to stifle an embarrassed gasp behind her fingers. Almost overwhelmed by the FAWNatics love for her family, it took the baby of the clan several moments to recover, all of a fluster as she struggled to recall all of the rhetoric installed upon her by her mentor, Susan Style, straightening her posture and, with her most winning smile, she struck a pose both for the audience and the Gladiatrix photographers waiting impatiently.
She was quite the sight, the reclusive academic turned beguiling athlete, with hands placed upon her hips and long legs crossed ever so slightly, one in front of the other, proud chin tipped upwards as she nibbled upon her bottom lip, a nervous tick she could not eradicate that made her all the more endearing. As the audience lavished the Supergirl of Sheffield with adulation, she flowed from one stance into another, stifling an embarrassed giggle as she popped into a slick, little bicep flex for the crowd’s appreciation.
While she didn’t quite possess the sheer, domineering presence of her elder sibling, Summer 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 jealous lover, five foot seven and one hundred and twenty-eight pounds of instant heartbreak.
A slimline, navy blue sports bra accounted for her bosom, while her perky buttocks were enveloped by an equally tight pair of crimson red booty shorts, ankle boots of the same colour finishing the crowd-pleasing ensemble.
Emboldened by the beloved response of the FAWNatics welcome, Summer set off down the ramp, bright eyed and bushy tailed as she waved to those closest, smiling all the more as she caught up with her one-time playmate and sleepover friend, trying her best to not tower over the diminutive red head.
After a brief high five and hearty welcome, Jaime turned about on the spot and shot off for the squared circle and, after neatly vaulting up onto the apron, the young Brit swiftly headed to the nearest corner where she mounted the top turnbuckle with all the grace one would expect from her surname. Jaime pumped a fist, earning a fresh cheer from the masses— one that grew far louder when the second-generation star peeled off a perfect backward somersault and stuck the landing with pitch perfect precision.
Summer followed soon after, her strides eating up the distance in no time at all before she hopped into a sudden and swift dash. As she reached 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 other, deliberately offering the hard camera a cheeky shot of her firm buttocks in the process, no doubt done so at the behest of her sponsor, especially with the words ‘YOU WISH!!’ stencilled across the young women’s buttocks in white, girlish script.
As Summer began to settle into the squared circle for the first time outside of Developmental, Jaime was already in motion, snagging the microphone from the hands of the Announcer before he could even think to protest. Any such thoughts of doing so were immediately undone after she flashed him her most winning smile and so, with her stick in hand, the Sensational Spin-Off strode to centre ring.
“Well?” Little London questioned one and all, addressing the entirety of the enraptured audience before gesturing dramatically in the direction of Summer Hopkins, the leggy blonde trying her utmost to both hide her giddy embarrassment, and to not start picking at her incredibly tight outfit. “Will she do?” Jaime queried, already certain of the answer.
The FAWNatics roared in the affirmative, delivering their answer, Summer almost overwhelmed by so much, direct attention. Carried away in the moment, the fiercely blushing Hopkins popped into a second, jaunty little bicep flex, one that sent hearts racing.
Jaime grinned, fully prepared to ensure even more adulation was heaped upon her oldest friend, “Damn straight she…”
The sound system cut her off, bursting into life and drowning out everything else she might have said, much to the annoyance of the crowd in attendance.
BAD REPUTATION
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JDaRCwBq47o&t=31s
The duo of Daisy LeMay and Alejandra Fernandez emerged in tandem, regardless of the crowd’s hostile reaction, the odd couple pushing through the curtains deliberately early.
It was Alejandra who surged ahead, her path to the ring straight and narrow, her regard for the audience settling somewhere between little and none, every inch of her chiselled physique primed to unleash violence at a moment’s notice. Her five foot three and one hundred- and twenty-two-pound frame was wrapped tightly in one hundred percent leather, the shimmering black onesie that encased itself about her hips and torso sporting a plunging neckline so daring it reached right down to her navel, exposing a great deal of glistening, ebony skin. She sported boots of the same colour with fingerless, padded gloves to match, the muscle of Bad Reputation looking every inch the part as she continued to hover on the precipice of hitting the big time.
ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ
Daisy, for her own part, could not have looked more at odds with her erstwhile partner in crime, the cherry cheeked, bountiful blonde darting from left to right as she took a far less direct approach to the squared circle, sporting enough pink lace in her two-piece attire to fool the unwary. She cheered and clapped and waved as though she was being welcomed by the FAWNatics instead of rejected, skipping with a bounce in her step that would put many a Babyface to shame!
DAISY LEMAY
With a smile that was as sweet as could be, the seemingly delusional veteran was apparently in a world of her own, moving to slap hands that were not extended and answering cheers that did not exist with hearty fist pumps. Standing in at five foot four and one-hundred and twelve pounds, she certainly looked the part of a beloved crowd favourite, but years of experience had taught the FAWNatics to be wary of her particular brand of peppiness.
While Alejandra ascended the steels steps and entered the squared circle without ceremony, her dark eyes never leaving the Sensationals opposite for one moment, Daisy was clearly in no hurry herself. Instead she broke off at a sharp detour, one that took her around the entirety of the ring before she hopped to a sudden stop, arriving directly in front of one FAWNatic in particular. She beamed at the surprised spectator and raised her hand up, waiting for him to deliver a crisp high five.
When he didn’t immediately do so, the poor young man far too befuddled by this turn of events to react, she stepped backwards with a huff and stood with hands on her hips, sporting the sincerest of hurt pouts.
Apparently feeling bad for leaving her hanging, despite the warnings of those around him, the cornered fan raised up his own hand in offer, Daisy beaming in response. She immediately stepped forwards to deliver the crisp high five…
…only to immediately saunter away with a derisive flick of her hair, leaving him to look quite the fool live on TV, much to his mounting embarrassment. “Loser,” LeMay tittered by way of farewell, a skip in her step as she bypassed the Timekeeper, stealing his microphone from his possession as she did so, bringing it with her as she rolled into the ring.
Alejandra was waiting, her arms folded, displaying admirable patience for her tag team partner, backing the slighter women up with her own, domineering presence as the blonde brought the stick up to her lips. She turned to Jaime London and then, just before she began talking, she covered her mouth as though she had made some frightful, unfortunate error.
“OH! I’m sorry,” she apologised with a shocking degree of sincerity, “did I step on your moment?”
London, looking patently unimpressed, didn’t seem as though she was going to immediately reply, the FAWNatics doing it for her with a loud, chorus of boos. They did not appreciate the debut of the Sensationals being cut short. As soon as they’d had their say, however, that was when the red head stepped in.
“Oh, it’s fine,” Jaime spoke up, an unexpected smile lighting up her features whilst a dangerous look entered her eye. “I completely missed yours.”
For once, Daisy had nothing to say, so incredulous was she that no pithy remark came to mind. Inwardly, she was seething, outwardly her mouth was opening and closing like a fish out of water. Suddenly her butter wouldn’t melt features screwed up into a snarl and she surged forwards, curses and insults erupting from her lips. Before she could make it to centre ring however, Alejandra was there to hold her back, shielding the aggravated blonde from the beloved red head opposite.
For a moment, at least, that looked like that would be the end of it…
…before Alejandra suddenly turned about on the spot and PLANETED a fierce right hook onto the cheek of the Sensational Spin-Off! Utterly unprepared for the firm strike, the sucker punched Upstart went straight down to the canvas, the FAWNatics calling fowl on her behalf!
As though she were the physical embodiment of that same fan outcry, it was Summer Hopkins who surged into the breach, the Supergirl of Sheffield looking every inch the part as the leggy blonde forcibly interceded herself between her childhood friend and her aggressor. Alejandra was forced to back up several steps before standing her ground, the crowd upping their support for Summer Hopkins by several decibels as she stepped up to defend her partners honour.
“Alight, alright, that’s ENOUGH!!” the Official did his best to interpose himself between the two, irate athletes, fully aware that doing so may not exactly end well for him. “Save it for the bell.”
Summer, perhaps the most reasonable young woman within the squared circle and, with her inherent bashfulness reasserting itself in the face of the Official’s admonishment, was the first to back off in an effort to diffuse the situation.
If the man in black and white had time to feel relieved however, it was short lived to say the least as, just as Hopkins made room, a resurgent and furious Jaime London surged back into the breach!!
“BYTCH!” the diminutive red head shouted as she charged back in, shoving a flat-footed Alejandra backwards with a surprising amount of force. “Why don’t you try that again, huh? See how far it gets you!!”
Alejandra, her own temper flaring, quickly recovered and rushed back in herself, brunette and red head both pressing up together, forehead to forehead!!
“Jesus!” the Official cursed, reminding himself to apologise to the Lord above later, “I said leave it for the bell!” He pushed himself back between the two young woman and forced them apart, if only by a yard, before turning to the other two competitors.
“Daisy! Summer! Both of you out!” he demanded, taking the decision out of their hands as to who would be starting, before matters spiralled out of control. Satisfied that both blondes were doing exactly that, heading towards their own respective corners somewhat reluctantly, he turned to the Timekeeper and called for the bell.
An order he promptly fulfilled.
Neither young woman still inside the squared circle wasted any time in locking up, the duo taking an immediate disliking to one another despite only meeting five minutes ago. They visibly strained against one another, much to the delight of the FAWNatics, the two Lightweights standing eye to eye, glaring balefully as they writhed within a fierce, collar and elbow tie up.
Alejandra went to yank back on Jaime’s infamously bright mane of hair, only for the Sensational Spin-Off to have none of it, securing superior leverage to spin out of the competitive embrace and twist Fernandez’s right arm around and about with her, securing a pitch perfect chickenwing!
As Alejandra winced following the sharp jolt to her shoulder, Jaime took that to be a step in the right direction, nestling in close to her opponents back to secure a little more leverage. “You know, this would be a good moment to remember,” the Upstart reminded, wrenching her captured limb a little further, “the next time you think it would be a good idea to sucker punch me!”
For Alejandra, her rebuttal was frustrated growl, a sound she made far too often for her liking and, as Daisy made a show of trying to get the crowd to clap on her behalf, she ignored her partners theatrics and focused on the here and now. With a grunt that was far from flattering, the Ebony Powerhouse grimaced, tensed and then physically forced herself to pivot about, painfully twisting her own arm on her way to freedom!
It was enough, the sharp half step backwards that followed pulling the surprised Jaime off balance, the slighter young woman opening her bright eyes wide as she tumbled towards her opponent. Alejandra saw her opening and connected, CRACKING a folded elbow against her opponent’s temple, the little red head blinking as she slumped sideways with a dazed groan.
Alejandra snatched her by the back of her neck and, after securing a limp wrist to accompany it, pivoted on the spot with a far more assertive growl than before, a heave sending the blue clad athlete off into an enforced run by way off an Irish Whip.
Jaime possessed ring awareness in spades and so, as she reached the ring ropes, even with her ears ringing, she was able to turn her back into them without missing a beat. As was the case with beloved Lightweights the world over, she rebounded from the coils as though she had been cradled by the arms of a lover, propelling her back into the ring at even greater velocity.
Unfortunately, Fernandez was not prepared to offer anything close to the same level of affection as, when the red head returned to sender, the far stronger Alejandra scooped the lithe, young warrior up into her grasp and PLANTED!! her back down onto the deck by way of a Sidewalk Slam!
Sidewalk Slam
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yHzifKUegw
Little London convulsed as her diminutive frame was emptied of air, her apple cheeks scrunching as her legs slumped to the mat, Alejandra collecting one of those much-coveted stems as she threw herself atop her lighter opponent to secure a quick pin.
ONE!
Jaime was far from done, shoving up one of her shoulders and shouting out in defiance, much to the delight of the FAWNatics.
Alejandra, however, was having none of that, having already suffered more than she was prepared to at the hands of the Upstart Supreme herself, Samantha Sinclair. She yanked Jaime up to sitting long before she could even consider regaining her breath, nestling up beside the crowd favourite and, with her own particular brand of viciousness, methodically SLAPPED on a tight, Sleeper embrace.
Jaime both stiffened and released a pained ‘erk!” as she found the entirety of her head caught within her opponents ever tightening grasp, one bicep pressed up and flexing against her throat. She ‘erked!’ again, this time louder, as she was forced to remain sitting and Fernandez wrenched on her cruel hold to compound her opponent’s misery, London’s peepers fluttering as she struggled to draw breath.
Baby London raised her right arm up high as her pert bosom hiked in her efforts to stay conscious, her fingers opening and closing in signalling to the FAWNatics, calling for them to begin chanting. They did so, lending her their will to fight on, the young woman tensing even as the Ebony Powerhouse bore down on her hold all the harder.
Jaime grunted, her lips parting as her cherry cheeks reddened, eyelids fluttering heavily as Alejandra rocked her from one side to the other. London struggled, shoving out with her lithe stems as she surged to escape…
…only to immediately slump after failing to do so! Her right arm didn’t quite fall down to the canvas, still hovering in mid-flight, but as it bobbed up and down lazily, the crowd began to fear the worse. Even Summer at ringside, doing her utmost to will her partner to recover, seemed to have little effect on the wilting red head.
The Official dropped down to his knees to look the beloved Upstart in her slackening features, “Alright Jaime, do you want to give? Say the word, and it’s done.”
“Listen to the man,” Alejandra growled, wrenching her embrace once more to make her point clear, rewarded by a fresh, dull groan that emerged from between Baby London’s encircled lips. “Do what you do best, and buckle under the pressure!”
That, as it turned out, turned out to be the wrong thing to say as the Sensational Spin-Off suddenly tensed, her brow scrunching up as the fingers of her hovering right hand clenched tightly into a fist. Despite the best efforts of Fernandez, Jaime would not go quietly into the night, suddenly SWINGING her right arm backwards and SLAMMING her elbow deep into her opponents’ ribs.
Fernandez both bucked and growled out in pain, but would not relent, and so Jaime added a second elbow smash to the first and then a third, and then a FOURTH, each one earning an increasingly loud POP from the watching FAWNatics!
Finally, furious, Alejandra released the young woman in her possession and surged back up to vertical, dragging the suddenly gasping Jaime right up to boot leather with her. Securing a wrist and turning about sharply on the spot, she dragged the Sensational Spin-Off into a renewed run, keen to repeat the success of her first Irish Whip.
Just as she was prompted, Jaime hurtled back towards that same set of ring ropes, those furthest from her increasingly concerned tag team partner, and she rebounded back off the rubber coated steel with the assuredness of a world class athlete, the miniature Brit swiftly returning to sender…
This time however, Jaime displayed no desire in following along with her opponents’ intentions and, as the distance between the two Lightweights drew close to zero, London stepped onto the accelerator and literally caught Fernandez flat footed. Extended her arm, the red head used velocity as her ally to SLAM the Ebony Powerhouse with a sweet little clothesline, one that knocked the surprised girl right off her feet!
Alejandra was forcibly dropped to the canvas across her back, her unexpected upending greeted by a loud POP from the audience and, while she was quick to scramble back up onto her feet, Jaime was even quicker still. Just as the muscle of Bad Reputation had turned about to face her, London was already airborne, leaping deftly into a jaw dropping spin kick that CRACKED the heel of her boot clean into her adversary’s chest, earning yet another cheer of appreciation from those watching!
Clothesline/Spin Kick Combo:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fY9AAZNGoHU
For a second time in less than a minute, Alejandra found herself both upended, and her back laid out flat against the mat, a growl growing dangerously at the back of her throat as she ignored the stinging throb building between her bosoms as she lunged back up onto her feet. She knew Jaime was running even before she could see her, rebounding off the ring ropes, this time those closest to her opponent, and Fernandez wound up to deliver a haymaker of her own…
Which was a swing and a miss, much to the delight of the FAWNatics, those watching applauding even as London 2.0 ducked beneath the wild blow. She didn’t stop running, instead she just kept on going, rebounding off the opposite set of coils and, as the increasingly frustrated Fernandez turned herself about, she leapt, spun a delightful three sixty and, after wrapping both of her arms about the other Lightweights throat in quick succession, ripped her right down to the canvas with a Slingblade!
Slingblade
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BhXadXyrckU
Whilst Jaime met the plywood with a small bump to her taunt, little booty, it was Alejandra’s head and shoulders which absorbed the majority of her far harder landing, the young woman kicking her legs up into the air before she slumped into a puddle. She was still growling, already beginning to roll over, but she was clearly far less capable of doing so than she had been just a minute before…
“You know what, I think you were right,” Jaime recounted from her superior position, scooting up onto her feet before beginning to shovel her opponent back up to sitting. “I will do what I do best, which, by the way,” she lectured, leaning over to impart some wisdom into her foes ear, “is shoving my boot right up your arse!”
The Miniature Brit outright ignored Alejandra’s (currently) baseless returned threats and she dragged the winded young woman back up to standing, the smaller of the duo shoving the unsteady girl back towards the Sensationals corner. As soon as the Ebony Powerhouse was nestled snugly into the turnbuckles, the cheers of the FAWNatics went up by several notches as she raised her hand up for a high five, those in attendance (and watching from home), more than eager to see Cassie Hopkins, Baby Sister in action!
Summer took the hint and, with a nervously excited smile, brought her palm up against Jaime’s with a loud SLAP that completed the first Tag of her career. Summer ducked between the top and middle ring ropes and, despite the (wailing) protests of Daisy from the opposite side of the squared circle, London didn’t quite feel the need to vacate the ring herself just yet.
Instead, the Sensationals took advantage of the leniency in Tag Team matches and both secured one of Alejandra’s wrists, pulling the winded young woman out into no-mans land. Spying a neutral corner, the duo of childhood friends nodded to one another and, after setting their hips, both of them LAUNCHED Fernandez into an Irish Whip!
At the last moment, as the corner she had been aimed for came within reach, the Ebony Powerhouse managed to turn herself about, SLAMMING into the turnbuckles across her back and shoulders instead of her chest. It didn’t help her all that much however as the collision still left her shell shocked, Alejandra slumping right where she had been planted.
Unfortunately for her, she was not the only Lightweight competitor that Summer and sent sprinting by way of Irish whip as, not moments later, Jaime had voluntarily surrendered her own wrist into the possession of her partner and was turned into a hurtling projectile herself! Just like Fernandez before her, London turned herself about at the last moment, only her crash pad was of a far more forgiving kind that the turnbuckles, the red head CRASHING!! into her opponent taunt booty first, the Ka-Boom scrawled across her trunks suitably leading the way!
The diminutive red head didn’t stick around to celebrate, neatly dropping down to the canvas even as every inch of air was forcibly ejected from Alejandra’s ebony clad frame, Jaime finding the canvas and sleekly rolling herself beneath the bottom rope before the Official could even ask her to vacate the ring. The quick exit wasn’t for his benefit however, far from it, but rather to clear the landing pad as Summer followed up London’s rumpus led collision with one of her own, albeit with one of the Avalanche variety!
Arriving at a full sprint, the FAWNatics WHOOPED! as the lithe blonde leapt the last yard and SLAMMED all one hundred and twenty-eight pounds of her gorgeous physique into the already reeling Fernandez!
Alejandra released a breathless GRUNT as she was forcibly crushed between both blonde and ring post, her arms spasming out to her sides before falling limp, her head lolling lazily left and then right before slumping forwards. As Summer stepped backwards from her successful landing, the Ebony Powerhouse, a noticeable shimmy in both of her thighs, would have slumped right down to sitting, had Hopkins not secured both of her wrists and pulled her forwards.
With lazy steps, Alejandra was guided past the taller rookie and, before she could stumble too far in her punch-drunk stupor, Summer nestled up behind her. Securing both arms of Fernandez’s behind her back by way of a duo of Chickening’s, Hopkins went on to prove that she was the strongest young woman in the squared circle in this contest by (seemingly) effortlessly popping Alejandra high up into the air. At the apex of the lift, the Gladiatrix Photographers on hand to capture the moment for prosperity, and with Fernandez shaking her head in frustration, the Supergirl of Sheffield brought the Muscle of Bad Reputation right back down to earth, face and chest first!
DOUBLE CHICKENWING FACEBUSTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GcC3Vpc9otQ
Alejandra landed with a THUNK! that rattled the canvas and, after a sharp spasm ran the length of her blasted physique, she twitched and few times before laying still. Summer, the rookie flushed with success and the heady elation of the moment, shovelled her first, PPV opponent over and, after collecting a pliant stem, rolled Fernandez up for a pin.
ONE!
TW…
Fernandez shoved up a shoulder, rolling over onto her side to break up the pin, her features screwing up in annoyance.
Hopkins, for her own part, following a quick glance to her partner at ringside and spotting the supportive applause from Jaime, resolved to not let her opponents escape to dishearten her, and immediately set about returning to vertical. She began bringing Alejandra up with her, but a warning from London at ringside drew her attention to the opposite corner, Daisy LeMay attempting to invade the squared circle!
Unfortunately for the Babyfaced Killer in question, that same protest had also drawn the attention of the Official, the man in black and white zeroing in on the blonde clad in pink lace, immediately cutting her off at the pass. “Oh no you don’t,” he insisted, barring her entry, “all four of you used up all of my good will before the bell even rang, don’t even think about testing me again tonight!”
Daisy threw up her hands in innocence, as though she were wrongly accused, taking great pains to demonstrate that she was precisely where she was supposed to be.
No-one was buying it.
Not that it mattered, because LeMay didn’t need to be anywhere near the action to make an impact on it and, with the Officials attention entirely on her, he was oblivious to the sudden, viscous uppercut Alejandra delivered up and in-between Summer’s unprotected thighs!
Hopkin’s, however, could not have been more aware it, the young blonde herself distracted until a swift forearm was forcibly DRIVEN into her exposed sex! Summer bucked forwards with a silent shout, before her whole body stiffened in shock, her thighs trembling in sympathy as the FAWNatics openly groaned in the same, her inhales becoming short, sharp and pained.
She teetered there, cradling her wounded sex, even as a scowling Alejandra pulled herself upright, Summer folded forwards and momentarily paralysed, even as a furious Jaime was calling fowl.
The Official turned about and, while he could put two and two together, he was frustrated by the very same laws he was tasked with protecting, and found there was nothing he could do to rectify his error. He hadn’t seen it, so he couldn’t call it, at which point, all wrestlers were on their own.
A state of affairs that Alejandra was more than prepared to embrace, delivering an irritated swat to the back of the bowed, stunned Summer’s head before grabbing the blonde with a cruel, double fistful of her hair. Now this was something the Official could step in about, but even as he opened his mouth to protest, the Scowling Fernandez WHIPPED her right knee upwards and SMACKED!! the hard-joint square between the peepers of her ailing opponent, forcing even those watching to wince in sympathy!
Baby Hopkins would have recoiled, had her head not been so securely held in place, so instead the suddenly punch-drunk young academic dropped down onto one knee, a tremor running down her back.
Alejandra followed the first knee up with a rapid second, her weaponised limb landing square and true for a brutal collision, one that sent Summer all the way down to both of her knees. There she remained, penitent and woozy, the tips of her fingers dangling lazily down towards the canvas.
Before the Official could even begin his count in protest of the illegal hair hold, Fernandez had completed her one, two assault, releasing her infraction before replacing it with a far more legal course of action. Unfortunately for those who embraced the beloved Upstart Nation, it spelled a far from pleasant, immediate future for the Supergirl of Sheffield.
Securing a front headlock on the kneeling, young blonde, Alejandra suddenly threw herself backwards, the Ebony Powerhouse dragging Summer forwards with her, positively SPIKING!! the crown of the girl’s skull into the barely yielding plywood by way of a brutal DDT!! Hopkins bucked hard following the sharp impact, the shockwave running the length of her spine and briefly popping her pert buttocks up towards the rafters before she flopped on over onto her side, thighs twitching sporadically as she otherwise lay still.
Fernandez, kneeling beside the wreckage that she had so swiftly created, glared daggers in the direction of Jaime London at ringside, the little red head scowling right on back, before Alejandra rolled Summer over and planted one hand on the girl’s chest, with the other pressing down on her bare tummy. With the pinfall secured, the Official dropped down the canvas to begin his count.
ONE…
TWO…
Summer shoved up a shoulder, rolling over onto her side to break up the pin, much to the relief of the FAWNatics watching.
Alejandra was visibly less impressed, swatting the Baby Hopkins about the back of her head, a scowl of irritation writ across her features. With Summer slowly rising, Fernandez ‘helped’ her the rest of the way back up to sitting but, before the blonde could recover further, settled herself to kneeling behind her, and set about keeping the tallest competitor in the contest grounded.
Leaning forwards over Summers currently slack shoulder, Alejandra raised her own right arm and, without further warning, proceeded to rain down a BARRAGE of vicious elbow strikes against the young woman’s unprotected bosom. Hopkins, unprepared for such an assault, grunted and groaned in unison with each and every impact, and would have bodily slumped right back down onto the canvas had she been allowed to, her impossibly long stems kicking upwards from the mat.
SHOOT STYLE STRIKES
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IyO2ErUD_to
Fernandez only relented in her salvo once she was satisfied that Summer had been rendered suitably pliant, the Supergirl of Sheffield offering not even a hint of protest as she was hooked beneath her shoulder and bodily shovelled up onto her shaky feet. Alejandra, still visibly irked from being forcibly faceplanted into the deck not minutes before, secured a fistful of her opponents’ hair and began to drag the knocked knee young woman towards hostile waters, the Leather Clad Hardbody reaching out a hand for the waiting Daisy LeMay to slap enthusiastically, admitting her into the ring.
The Babyface Killer launched herself up and over the top rope as if she had just completed the hottest of hot tags, before hurling herself into a sprint, one that took her towards the furthest set of ring ropes. As she was turning herself about to connect with a rebound, Alejandra was busy securing a renewed headlock and, before Summer even knew where she was, she was bodily flipped head over heels to land on her backside!!
Dizzy, winded and disorientated, Hopkins was in little position to defend herself as Daisy returned at a hundred miles per hour, dropping her own, diminutive frame into a sliding, low clothesline, one that damn near took Summer’s ailing head off!
The blonde dropped to the deck and, almost from the moment her shoulders hit the canvas Alejandra, still inside the squared circle herself, demonstrated some of her own (somewhat limited) acrobatics by jumping into the air, bending her right leg, and leading the way back down to earth with that pointed knee! She DROVE her weaponised joint square atop the heart of her flattened adversary and, even as Hopkins recoiled, she dropped to her side and rolled out of the squared circle before the Official could even think to begin protesting.
LeMay was far from done herself however, now the legal competitor for Bad Reputation, and even before the soles of Fernandez’s boots had hit the concrete outside of the squared circle, Daisy was back on her feet only to drop a second time. Leading the way with her elbow, she completed the one/two assault against her opponents exposed torso, before securing a quick pin, collecting one delightfully long stem as she did so.
COMBO RUSH
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVRVmhmAzIU
ONE!
TWO!!
Again, Summer shoved up a shoulder, again she denied Bad Reputation their victory.
Daisy, with a dismissive flick of her hair now that she was in control of affairs, concealed well all of the frustrations that she kept wrapped up inside as she knelt with hands on her hips. She shrugged as though it was no big inconvenience and, as Hopkin began to struggle upwards, again she found herself receiving a (unwelcome) helping hand.
LeMay prompted, prodded and otherwise bullied her rookie opponent back to vertical, despite the protests of those watching, but long before Summer was able to find steady feet, she grabbed the shell-shocked young woman with a double fistful of hair and suddenly launched herself into flight. Flinging herself backwards, Daisy YANKED Hopkins forwards, ripping her back off her boots and, while the shorter blonde landed upon the canvas across her toosh, the crowd favourite was forced to meet the plywood face first!
Following the fierce THUNK!! Summer recoiled as though she had landed on a minefield, launching back up onto her knees before she flopped over onto her side.
The FAWNatics gasped in concern as Jaime looked increasingly worried at ringside.
Daisy, on the other hand, couldn’t have been happier, throwing herself over the top of the Supergirl of Sheffield to secure yet another pin! This time she straddled the young woman, pressing her hands down against her shoulders, displaying a generous amount of her own, impressive cleavage for the hard camera as she completed her victory.
ONE!
TWO!!
TH…
Summer shoved up a shoulder, the FAWNatics erupting into cheers, Jaime sighing in relief.
Daisy was significantly less pleased.
With a less than pleasant scowl creasing her previously angelic features, LeMay positively SLAPPED her opponent’s cheek, even as she continued to straddle her.
“Less of that,” she warned, displaying a pointed finger as she did so.
Summer, for her own part, attempted to form a rebuttal, but the words died on her lips as a jumbled mumble, her academic senses well and truly scrambled following repeated impacts to her head.
Daisy, amused by this, playfully shrugged her shoulders before delivering a second, stinging slap to her opponents’ other cheek. LeMay patently ignored Jaime’s protests from outside of the ring as she finally saw fit to dismount her forcibly submissive pony, grabbing the young woman’s mane yet again to drag the woozy Hopkins back up to vertical.
“Silly goose,” Daisy scolded with a chirpy tone, turning about once Summer was suitably upright, forcing her to fold forwards as she secured a solid, side headlock. “Back to learners ed for you.”
Before she could follow through on whatever it was that she had in mind, however, Hopkins surged back into life, the Supergirl of Sheffield crying out in desperation as she grasped the back of her abusers’ thighs and, with a beguiling display of strength, hupped her furiously bucking cargo high up into the air! With her eyes opened wide, the astonished Daisy attempted to wriggle free from her sudden predicament, but there was to be no stopping her rapid descent as Summer threw herself backwards, bringing LeMay right down to earth with her, burying the back of the woman’s head and shoulders deep against the canvas!
HEADLOCK INTO BACK BODY DROP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4R3BPuGGtrA
Daisy visibly bounced away from the involuntary landing, the FAWNatics erupting with renewed cheers as the Babyfaced Killer flopped over onto her front. That enthusiasm was quickly tempered, however, as Summer, in turn, remained sprawled out across her back, Baby Hopkins wincing and breathing heavily as she struggled to recover.
It was Jaime that whipped them back into a frenzy, the Upstart turning to the FAWNatics and repeatedly bringing her hands together, demanding that they both do the same, and keep the faith in equal spades. They did so with gusto, and soon the sold-out arena thrummed with the percussion of support, willing the Supergirl of Sheffield to rise.
Which is precisely what she started to do, first inhaling deeply before rolling over onto her side, blinking rapidly as she fought to clear the cobwebs. Warnings began to emerge from the audience as Daisy, while pained, was far fresher and was already rising herself, using the closest set of ring ropes as leverage, a scowl breaking her cherubic features.
As Summer found her hands and knees and began crawling towards friendly territory, her diminutive, red headed partner doing everything she could to make the journey shorter, leaning heavily over the top rope and stretching her palm out as far as her short stature would allow!! Hopkins inched ever closer as Daisy found her feet…
…and stumbled, falling short of her opponent!!
Hopkins surged the last half foot towards safety, and the FAWNatics WHOOPED as she slapped her palm down hard on London’s waiting digits, completing the tag!! Jaime didn’t wait on ceremony, grasping the top rope with both of her hands and leaning backwards before she positively launched herself into the air. From apron to top coil, London vaulted her perfectly petite physique and, even as LeMay was finding her feet, Jaime had already weaponised the rubber coated steel to springboard herself high into the air!!
As she positively flew across the ring, cameras following her the entire way, London 2.0 pulled back her right arm just as her descent back to earth began, LeMay opening her eyes wide before a Sensational Forearm was PLANTED against her cheek!!
SENSATIONAL FOREARM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nuqp2gnt810
For Daisy, it was her noggin that spun on the spot first before the rest of her curvy physique followed suit, the veteran spinning wildly before she tumbled in a wild stumble, seemingly oblivious to where she was. She would have eventually fallen flat on the deck had the corner not found her first, the disoriented blonde flopping into its tight confines back first, her buttocks coming to sit on the middle turnbuckle, her arms flopping up and over the top ropes.
Jaime’s own landing was significantly more dignified, the Spitfire of the Upstart Nation tucking up into a tight roll as she made contact with the canvas before she popped right back up onto her feet. She pumped a fist up into the air, and the FAWNatics cheered back, before she turned on the spot and pointed towards the stranded LeMay, asking some manner of question to which the crowd clearly responded in the positive.
Clearly a believer that the customer was always right, London 2.0 nodded in the affirmative before measuring her distance and then hopping into a sprint. About halfway towards her destination, she turned her delightful physique about and threw herself into a beautiful handstand backflip, one that returned her back to boot leather in no time flat as she used every, single iota of her momentum to dive backwards, and SLAM her elbow into Daisy’s unprotected temple!!
HANDSPRING BACK ELBOW
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5FCgMVgjFMk
In the immediate moments that followed, LeMay looked every inch a bobble head as her noggin swayed this was and that before she slumped further into her seat. Unfortunately for her, Jaime had no intention of letting the Babyfaced Killer sit the rest of this contest out, not as she tucked the cherub cheeked cheater forwards into a firm, side headlock, pumping the air once with her free hand for good measure before darting forwards into a sprint.
Daisy, dragged along in London’s wake, was only able to offer the mildest of protests before the duo reached centre ring, Jaime kicking both of her feet up from off the canvas and, as her taunt, little toosh lead the way back down to earth, the FAWNatics cried out “KABOOM!!” as LeMay’s forehead was likewise PLANTED into the deck by way of a Running Bulldog!!
Daisy BUCKED from head to toe as her face was forcibly introduced to the plywood, her own buttocks quivering for several seconds before she slumped.
Jaime, for her own part, popped right back up into her feet, having enjoyed her own landing far more. She didn’t remain vertical for long however, not as she pivoted sharply on the spot and dropped to the canvas, shovelling her blonde opponent over and colleting one of her now plaint stems for…
ONE!
TWO!!
THR….
Daisy threw up her shoulder, unwilling to roll over and die just yet.
Now again, not to another Upstart!!
Jaime, having returned to sitting, did not so much protest the near fall as she did offer the Official a critical perk of her brow, one delivered with enough charm that would have melted the majority of hearts. The man in black and white was having none of it tonight however, and held up the suitable number of fingers to confirm the two count.
The FAWNatics disagreed, but he would not be swayed on the matter this evening, and so the Sensational Spin-Off accepted the decision without further protest, collecting the complaining LeMay as the blonde continued to writhe on the canvas. Shovelling the veteran up to standing, London prodded her towards the Sensationals corner where Summer was once again vertical, looking suitably perkier following her brief respite.
“You’re a stubborn mule, I’ll give you that,” Jaime ‘complimented’ Daisy before holding out her palm for her partner to slap and, moments after they had completed the tag, London tucked herself behind her ailing opponent. Grabbing the pink laced terror by her shoulders before she could vocalise her own rebuttal, the little redhead threw herself backwards, forcibly dragging the blonde down with her, before tucking her knees up against her chest to DRIVE them DEEP into her foe’s spine by way of a Lungblower!
Suitably enough, every single inch of air was forcible ejected from LeMay’s frame as her curvy frame was wracked from the harsh landing, the girl exhaling a sharp bellow before the recoil from the impact shot her right back up to standing. Conventional thinking would surmise that she would have flopped face first straight right back to the canvas, had the now legal Summer not been waiting to collect her.
Hopkins wrapped both of her arms about the smaller blonde and, following a brief yet firm, full body embrace, one that drew a pained spasm from the ailing Daisy, the Supergirl of Sheffield pivoted on the spot and bodily hupped her limp limbed cargo up and over in a whiplash motion. Almost as soon as LeMay had been hoisted off the deck, she was sent crashing right back down to it by way of a forceful Belly to Belly Suplex!!
LUNG BLOWER/BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5394UlwAE90
Somewhat surprisingly, Daisy still refused to stay where she was planted, the recoil from her collision with the mat all but bouncing her back up to sitting before she returned to a stumbling vertical. Given the punch-drunk expression upon her features however, it was debateable just how many of her current movements were voluntary and, as the Babyfaced Killer turned about in a knock-kneed half circle, a slightly hunched Summer was more than happy to recollect hey wayward cargo.
After wrapping one arm about the veteran’s shoulders and tucking the other between Daisy’s thighs, Baby Hopkins continued to prove her kinship with her elder sibling by positively WHIPPING her foe up and over in one of the most dominant looking Powerslams that the FAWNatics had seen on a Babyface in some time!
POWERSLAM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5CPUJp-zA-E
This time, well and truly rattled, Daisy remained precisely where she had been planted, the curvy blonde left spread eagled and groaning, her bountiful bosom presented upwards towards the ceiling.
Surprisingly, Summer didn’t immediately go for the pin, a state of affairs that caught not only the FAWNatics flat footed, but also the Official, who had dropped to the canvas to begin counting. Instead, the rookie remained kneeling and, for a brief moment, looked with uncertainty at her partner at ringside, caught wide eyed somewhere between what she should do… and what she wanted to do!
Jaime London flashed her megawatt smile and, requiring no further prompting, slapped her palm down hard atop the top turnbuckle. The historically reserved Summer lit up, resisting the urge to clap following an unexpected bout of giddiness, finding her feet in no time and racing towards the corner as she had been instructed.
As Jaime turned to the FAWNatics, waving her hands high up into the air to whip them into a renewed frenzy, Hopkins rapidly ascended the turnbuckles, turning herself about as she found the uppermost coils to perch herself upon. Momentarily standing up straight, the leggy blonde spread her arms out wide before she inhaled a deep breath and, much to the delight of those watching, threw herself forwards into a dive that spun her incredible physique into a beautiful, full rotation sault before she SPLASHED her tummy down across the flattened LeMay with authority!
FULL ROTATION SPLASH: @7:48
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-eKQ6cwQYI&t=486s
Daisy forcibly exhaled whatever reserves of air she had remaining in her diminutive frame before she flopped back down to the canvas, both of her legs collected by the Supergirl of Sheffield before they could complete their own return to the mat. With the pinfall attempt genuinely secured this time, the man in black and white dropped to the mat and began counting…
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE…
Alejandra charged into the ring and slammed the sole of her boot into Summer’s unprotected noggin, both momentarily knocking the rookie senseless, and removing her from her perch over the otherwise pliant LeMay, breaking up the pin at the last possible second!
Jaime London, outside the ring, cursed a blue streak (that wasn’t quite Upstart Nation approved), and would have bull rushed into the squared circle herself had the man in black and white not intercepted her, forcing her to remain on the legal side of the ropes. He did, however, remain unbiased in his rulings as he immediately went on to also hustle Fernandez back out of the ring (although the damage was already done), even as the quietly irate Alejandra was ‘prompting’ her tag team partner to get back up.
As he was busy clearing the canvas of everyone who shouldn’t be on it, Baby Hopkins was busy picking herself back up, palming her rattled noggin and blinked a few times to clear her vision. Jaime had turned the entirety of attention to her ailing partner, her tone having become far more consoling now that she was addressing her childhood friend, and she held out her palm to receive a fresh tag.
Daisy was also beginning her to stir, blinking several times as she shook her own head, groaning as she first rolled over onto her side and inhaling painfully as she found her hands and knees. It was a race, however, that the Babyfaced Killer was never going to win, Summer back on her feet again long before the smaller blonde could recover further, and bringing her palm down against her partners to complete a tag.
Now legal to return to the squared circle, Jaime popped herself between the top and middle ropes and, after exchanging a quick glance with Hopkins, the duo nodded in unspoken understanding, collecting the unwilling LeMay between them. They both secured an arm of their shared opponent and, regardless of the shake of Daisy’s own head in the negative, they drew back and positively LAUNCHED their foe into an unwilling sprint across the ring by way of a double team, Irish Whip.
As Daisy zeroed in on the furthest set of ring ropes, she still possessed enough ring awareness to turn herself about before she hit them, both halves of the Sensationals ducking low to in preparation to receive her return charge…
…only for Alejandra to once again intervene!!
Just as LeMay was about to rebound straight back towards danger, Fernandez reached into the squared circle and grabbed her own partner by her ankles, unceremoniously ripping the curvy blonde right off her own feet and planting her chest first into the canvas! Momentarily confused, the FAWNatics caught on to what was happening quickly enough as Alejandra went on to drag Daisy right out of the ring and towards ‘safety’, preventing whatever it was the Sensationals had planned to unleash upon her own partner.
LeMay, both winded and disorientated, clung to Fernandez as though she were a life raft, the only thing in the world that was preventing her from sinking to the bottom of the ocean once and for all.
If either one of them, however, thought that would be enough to keep an Upstart flat footed for long, then they were about to learn that they were sorely mistaken. London 2.0 shot off in pursuit of her escaping adversary as though she were a bullet fired from a gun, sprinting across the squared circle at remarkable speeds before Summer Hopkins herself even knew what her partner was doing! Jaime leapt at the last moment, diving through the top and middle ropes, accompanied by a fresh WHOOP from the FAWNatics, and the little redhead torpedoed her diminutive frame straight into the unsuspecting bodies of both Daisy and Alejandra outside of the ring!
All three women toppled to the scarcely padded concrete outside of the squared circle, many in the audience scrambling for a better view, the trio collapsing in a tangle of weary limbs with one, Sensational Spin-Off by far coming of the better. She popped back up onto her feet and pumped a triumphant fist up into the air, her supporters responding with gusto as she turned about to retrieve the moaning LeMay.
Summer, meanwhile, was being hustled back out of the ring by the Official, being as the leggy blonde was no longer the legal half of the Sensationals. Being as she felt slightly sheepish for not following her partners more experienced lead, she submitted to the man’s request, hoping that Jaime knew what she was doing.
London 2.0, on the other hand, was busy hustling a different blonde back into the ring, exerting more effort than she was willing to admit to drag, lift and shovel her opponent’s curvy physique up onto the apron, and roll her beneath the bottom rope. Satisfied that her package had been returned to its appropriate destination, Jaime set about hopping up onto the apron herself…
…only for a resurgent Alejandra to grab her by the hem of her booty shorts and YANK her backwards, London releasing a small yelp of surprise as she was pulled off balance, the FAWNatics protesting whilst the Officials back was turned. No amount of fan outcry could draw his attention in time however, not as Fernandez GRABBED her blindsided adversary by the scruff of her neck and, with a deep exhale of her own, positively SLAMMED the girl’s noggin down onto the apron!!
As it was notoriously the hardest part of the ring, London’s knees buckled the moment her forehead forcibly made contact, the young women slumping and, perhaps, only remaining upright because her opponent kept her that way. With a heave, Alejandra hupped and tossed the suddenly all too plaint frame of the Sensational Spin-Off back under the bottom rope, where to rolled to a limp limbed and submissive stop soon after.
A lamb fit for slaughter.
Even as Alejandra pulled herself back up onto the apron herself, returning to her corner and holding out her hand expectantly for a tag, a somewhat confused Daisy was pushing herself back up onto her knees. The blonde blinked several times, looking perplexed between the moaning London and Fernandez holding out her hand… before realisation dawned and smile spread slowly across her weary, cherubic features.
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” she assured her stern looking partner, waving off the desires the Ebony Powerhouse to be tagged back into the contest. “I got this, don’t I Little London?” she taunted, getting up and leaning forwards with her hands on her knees, cooing at the Upstart as the young woman rolled over onto her back. Unsatisfied with the reaction, Daisy leaned a little further forward and SLAPPED her foe across her apple cheek, rewarded by a fresh flicking of the girl’s peepers.
“That’s better,” LeMay chirped, the merriment of her smirk standing in stark contrast with the viciousness of her intentions. “Up we go!” Daisy chirped, poking and prodding and bullying her shell-shocked opponent back up towards vertical, positioning the crowd sweetheart towards a standing Headscissors.
“And pay attention, I’d hate for you to miss my moment…”
Which, as it turned out, wasn’t about to come just yet, the FAWNatics erupting into a fresh series of cheers as Jaime bulled her way past her aches and pains to swiftly snag a suddenly wide eyed LeMay about the back of her noggin. London dropped sharply to her knees, bringing the blonde down with her, their combined decent ending with Daisy’s jaw CRACKING atop the Upstart’s cherry topped crown, the impact of the Jawbreaker audible from several rows back!
LeMay recoiled and stumbled backwards, her arms all a twirl as she struggled to catch back up with what had just happened, shaking her own head with a scowl as she immediately began to storm back into the…
Jaime was on her feet, releasing a war cry of her own, her heart beating a mile a minute as she sprinted forwards and leapt, spinning her delightfully athletic frame about to catch her opponent with a sweet as you like Slingblade!
Both competitors fell to the deck, LeMay toppled to her back with a slam against the plywood and, panicked by her foes Babyface resurgence, scrambled her way back up to vertical as swiftly as her disorientated mass would allow her.
It was no match for the sheer velocity of London 2.0 however, Jaime living up to her surname and then some as she was back on her feet a mere second or two faster, turning about with a worrisome wobble in her knees before she settled back up against the turnbuckles. She paused only to pump both of her hands up into the air before she darted forwards, launching into an equally pitch perfect Dropkick!
Slingblade/Drop Kick Combo
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j14-7Rc4oCo
LeMay’s cheeks puffed out as soles of her opponents boot leather SLAMMED against her bountiful bosom, knocking her right back down to earth following a deep exhale of all of her breath.
She was not so hasty to return to vertical this time, and indeed, she required a considerable amount of prompting from London before she was willing to do so, the little red head turning her befuddled and winded mass about to stand face to face before deft little punt to her exposed tummy folded her neatly forwards.
Collecting one of the blondes now pliant wrists, London forcibly tucked it behind one of the veteran’s own knees, before the Upstart set about securing a firm, front headlock at the same time. With every one of her own aches and pains threatening to catch up with her, the little red head ignored them all as, with a fresh wave of enthusiasm from the FAWNatics, she inhaled deeply and lifted, pivoted and hupped her tightly packaged cargo up and over until LeMay’s noggin was pointing downwards. Waiting not a single moment longer, she then DROPPED her crown first into the barely yielding plywood, PLANTING her into the deck!!
JAIME DODGER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zy88c0afauY
With the ‘Jaime Dodger’ being executed live on a PPV for the first time in far too long, the crowd erupted in applause as the Sensation Spin-Off kept her obliterated opponent tightly packaged, leaning down on her trapped and stunned bundle to collect the…
ONE!
TWO!!
Alejandra surged into the ring…
…and Summer cut her off at the pass, the Supergirl Girl of Sheffield shoulder charging into the flank of the Ebony Powerhouse to send both of the young women sprawling…
THREE!!!
Jaime released her opponent the moment the Official’s hand met the canvas to complete the three count, the bell sounding mere moments later to confirm her victory, relief flooding through her system as readily as joy, the FAWNatics joining her in a bombastic round of cheers. She flopped over onto her back for just the barest of moments before a heady concoction of both adrenaline and elation forced her to find her feet, Baby London turning about and, with Summer also back up onto her feet, she positively LEAPT into the other young woman’s arms, wrapping her own, diminutive physique about the leggy blonde in a tight embrace!!
Hopkins, momentarily flat footed by the surge of affection, eventually figured out that she too had also won tonight and, as the Sensationals emerged victorious in their debut performance, she hugged her childhood friend right back.
After reclaiming some semblance of self-control, Jaime dropped back down to the canvas and the duo joined the Official at centre ring to have their respective hands raised in victory.
Alejandra, meanwhile, having returned to the outside of the ring, simmered silently in frustration…
“The following contest will be a Tag Team match,” the man at centre ring continued, evidently aware of the FAWNatics mounting impatience. “Introducing first, coming in at a combined weight of two hundred and forty-six pounds, THE SENSATIONALS!!”
The crowd were initially uncertain as to how they were supposed to react following the announcement, the name unfamiliar to them even as…
CONFIDENT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PlrFO7kiSck
…began to emerge from the arena’s sound system. The moment a much beloved figure dashed out onto the stage, however, any such hesitation was soon forgotten. Bursting through the curtain like a pocket hurricane, Jaime London was greeted with a roar of approval from the FAWNatics, one that was worthy of summoning the Sensational Spinoff back into action once again. The diminutive redheaded dynamo flashed her familiar megawatt smile as she strode from one end of the stage to the other, all five foot two and one hundred and eighteen pounds of the gorgeous Manchester Native ready to explode into action, her enthusiasm infectious.
JAIME LONDON
For her match tonight, the Briton was sporting a dark blue two piece while her elbows and knees were armoured in red pads, and her feet in matching boots. She looked rather volatile, there was no arguing the observation, but it was the ‘Ka-BOOM!’ scrolled across her toosh in girlish, red cursive script that really sealed the deal.
London 2.0 made her way down the aisle, slapping hands, her feet barely touching the floor; such was the energy with which the redhead approached the ring, as eager as ever to reach her destination.
Suddenly, inexpiably, she stopped, the Upstart standing with her hands on her hips and looking perplexed, tilting her head ever so slightly sideways as though she had forgotten ‘something’ terribly important. Or ‘someone’ to be more specific, snapping her fingers for show and suddenly turning about on the spot, she pointed dramatically back towards the entrance…
…From which emerged, somewhat more hesitantly, one of the Jungles hottest prospects, both elevated to the big leagues and welcomed onto the stage by one of her childhood friends.
Already amped up, the FAWNatics erupted with a renewed bout of cheers, eager to formally welcome the little sister of one of their all-time favourite competitors.
SUMMER HOPKINS
As for the young woman herself, like a doe eyed deer caught in the headlights, bright eyed Summer Hopkins was taken aback by the cascade of applause that greeted her arrival through the curtains, the beautiful blonde sheepishly covering her mouth and attempting to stifle an embarrassed gasp behind her fingers. Almost overwhelmed by the FAWNatics love for her family, it took the baby of the clan several moments to recover, all of a fluster as she struggled to recall all of the rhetoric installed upon her by her mentor, Susan Style, straightening her posture and, with her most winning smile, she struck a pose both for the audience and the Gladiatrix photographers waiting impatiently.
She was quite the sight, the reclusive academic turned beguiling athlete, with hands placed upon her hips and long legs crossed ever so slightly, one in front of the other, proud chin tipped upwards as she nibbled upon her bottom lip, a nervous tick she could not eradicate that made her all the more endearing. As the audience lavished the Supergirl of Sheffield with adulation, she flowed from one stance into another, stifling an embarrassed giggle as she popped into a slick, little bicep flex for the crowd’s appreciation.
While she didn’t quite possess the sheer, domineering presence of her elder sibling, Summer 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 jealous lover, five foot seven and one hundred and twenty-eight pounds of instant heartbreak.
A slimline, navy blue sports bra accounted for her bosom, while her perky buttocks were enveloped by an equally tight pair of crimson red booty shorts, ankle boots of the same colour finishing the crowd-pleasing ensemble.
Emboldened by the beloved response of the FAWNatics welcome, Summer set off down the ramp, bright eyed and bushy tailed as she waved to those closest, smiling all the more as she caught up with her one-time playmate and sleepover friend, trying her best to not tower over the diminutive red head.
After a brief high five and hearty welcome, Jaime turned about on the spot and shot off for the squared circle and, after neatly vaulting up onto the apron, the young Brit swiftly headed to the nearest corner where she mounted the top turnbuckle with all the grace one would expect from her surname. Jaime pumped a fist, earning a fresh cheer from the masses— one that grew far louder when the second-generation star peeled off a perfect backward somersault and stuck the landing with pitch perfect precision.
Summer followed soon after, her strides eating up the distance in no time at all before she hopped into a sudden and swift dash. As she reached 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 other, deliberately offering the hard camera a cheeky shot of her firm buttocks in the process, no doubt done so at the behest of her sponsor, especially with the words ‘YOU WISH!!’ stencilled across the young women’s buttocks in white, girlish script.
As Summer began to settle into the squared circle for the first time outside of Developmental, Jaime was already in motion, snagging the microphone from the hands of the Announcer before he could even think to protest. Any such thoughts of doing so were immediately undone after she flashed him her most winning smile and so, with her stick in hand, the Sensational Spin-Off strode to centre ring.
“Well?” Little London questioned one and all, addressing the entirety of the enraptured audience before gesturing dramatically in the direction of Summer Hopkins, the leggy blonde trying her utmost to both hide her giddy embarrassment, and to not start picking at her incredibly tight outfit. “Will she do?” Jaime queried, already certain of the answer.
The FAWNatics roared in the affirmative, delivering their answer, Summer almost overwhelmed by so much, direct attention. Carried away in the moment, the fiercely blushing Hopkins popped into a second, jaunty little bicep flex, one that sent hearts racing.
Jaime grinned, fully prepared to ensure even more adulation was heaped upon her oldest friend, “Damn straight she…”
The sound system cut her off, bursting into life and drowning out everything else she might have said, much to the annoyance of the crowd in attendance.
BAD REPUTATION
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JDaRCwBq47o&t=31s
The duo of Daisy LeMay and Alejandra Fernandez emerged in tandem, regardless of the crowd’s hostile reaction, the odd couple pushing through the curtains deliberately early.
It was Alejandra who surged ahead, her path to the ring straight and narrow, her regard for the audience settling somewhere between little and none, every inch of her chiselled physique primed to unleash violence at a moment’s notice. Her five foot three and one hundred- and twenty-two-pound frame was wrapped tightly in one hundred percent leather, the shimmering black onesie that encased itself about her hips and torso sporting a plunging neckline so daring it reached right down to her navel, exposing a great deal of glistening, ebony skin. She sported boots of the same colour with fingerless, padded gloves to match, the muscle of Bad Reputation looking every inch the part as she continued to hover on the precipice of hitting the big time.
ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ
Daisy, for her own part, could not have looked more at odds with her erstwhile partner in crime, the cherry cheeked, bountiful blonde darting from left to right as she took a far less direct approach to the squared circle, sporting enough pink lace in her two-piece attire to fool the unwary. She cheered and clapped and waved as though she was being welcomed by the FAWNatics instead of rejected, skipping with a bounce in her step that would put many a Babyface to shame!
DAISY LEMAY
With a smile that was as sweet as could be, the seemingly delusional veteran was apparently in a world of her own, moving to slap hands that were not extended and answering cheers that did not exist with hearty fist pumps. Standing in at five foot four and one-hundred and twelve pounds, she certainly looked the part of a beloved crowd favourite, but years of experience had taught the FAWNatics to be wary of her particular brand of peppiness.
While Alejandra ascended the steels steps and entered the squared circle without ceremony, her dark eyes never leaving the Sensationals opposite for one moment, Daisy was clearly in no hurry herself. Instead she broke off at a sharp detour, one that took her around the entirety of the ring before she hopped to a sudden stop, arriving directly in front of one FAWNatic in particular. She beamed at the surprised spectator and raised her hand up, waiting for him to deliver a crisp high five.
When he didn’t immediately do so, the poor young man far too befuddled by this turn of events to react, she stepped backwards with a huff and stood with hands on her hips, sporting the sincerest of hurt pouts.
Apparently feeling bad for leaving her hanging, despite the warnings of those around him, the cornered fan raised up his own hand in offer, Daisy beaming in response. She immediately stepped forwards to deliver the crisp high five…
…only to immediately saunter away with a derisive flick of her hair, leaving him to look quite the fool live on TV, much to his mounting embarrassment. “Loser,” LeMay tittered by way of farewell, a skip in her step as she bypassed the Timekeeper, stealing his microphone from his possession as she did so, bringing it with her as she rolled into the ring.
Alejandra was waiting, her arms folded, displaying admirable patience for her tag team partner, backing the slighter women up with her own, domineering presence as the blonde brought the stick up to her lips. She turned to Jaime London and then, just before she began talking, she covered her mouth as though she had made some frightful, unfortunate error.
“OH! I’m sorry,” she apologised with a shocking degree of sincerity, “did I step on your moment?”
London, looking patently unimpressed, didn’t seem as though she was going to immediately reply, the FAWNatics doing it for her with a loud, chorus of boos. They did not appreciate the debut of the Sensationals being cut short. As soon as they’d had their say, however, that was when the red head stepped in.
“Oh, it’s fine,” Jaime spoke up, an unexpected smile lighting up her features whilst a dangerous look entered her eye. “I completely missed yours.”
For once, Daisy had nothing to say, so incredulous was she that no pithy remark came to mind. Inwardly, she was seething, outwardly her mouth was opening and closing like a fish out of water. Suddenly her butter wouldn’t melt features screwed up into a snarl and she surged forwards, curses and insults erupting from her lips. Before she could make it to centre ring however, Alejandra was there to hold her back, shielding the aggravated blonde from the beloved red head opposite.
For a moment, at least, that looked like that would be the end of it…
…before Alejandra suddenly turned about on the spot and PLANETED a fierce right hook onto the cheek of the Sensational Spin-Off! Utterly unprepared for the firm strike, the sucker punched Upstart went straight down to the canvas, the FAWNatics calling fowl on her behalf!
As though she were the physical embodiment of that same fan outcry, it was Summer Hopkins who surged into the breach, the Supergirl of Sheffield looking every inch the part as the leggy blonde forcibly interceded herself between her childhood friend and her aggressor. Alejandra was forced to back up several steps before standing her ground, the crowd upping their support for Summer Hopkins by several decibels as she stepped up to defend her partners honour.
“Alight, alright, that’s ENOUGH!!” the Official did his best to interpose himself between the two, irate athletes, fully aware that doing so may not exactly end well for him. “Save it for the bell.”
Summer, perhaps the most reasonable young woman within the squared circle and, with her inherent bashfulness reasserting itself in the face of the Official’s admonishment, was the first to back off in an effort to diffuse the situation.
If the man in black and white had time to feel relieved however, it was short lived to say the least as, just as Hopkins made room, a resurgent and furious Jaime London surged back into the breach!!
“BYTCH!” the diminutive red head shouted as she charged back in, shoving a flat-footed Alejandra backwards with a surprising amount of force. “Why don’t you try that again, huh? See how far it gets you!!”
Alejandra, her own temper flaring, quickly recovered and rushed back in herself, brunette and red head both pressing up together, forehead to forehead!!
“Jesus!” the Official cursed, reminding himself to apologise to the Lord above later, “I said leave it for the bell!” He pushed himself back between the two young woman and forced them apart, if only by a yard, before turning to the other two competitors.
“Daisy! Summer! Both of you out!” he demanded, taking the decision out of their hands as to who would be starting, before matters spiralled out of control. Satisfied that both blondes were doing exactly that, heading towards their own respective corners somewhat reluctantly, he turned to the Timekeeper and called for the bell.
An order he promptly fulfilled.
Neither young woman still inside the squared circle wasted any time in locking up, the duo taking an immediate disliking to one another despite only meeting five minutes ago. They visibly strained against one another, much to the delight of the FAWNatics, the two Lightweights standing eye to eye, glaring balefully as they writhed within a fierce, collar and elbow tie up.
Alejandra went to yank back on Jaime’s infamously bright mane of hair, only for the Sensational Spin-Off to have none of it, securing superior leverage to spin out of the competitive embrace and twist Fernandez’s right arm around and about with her, securing a pitch perfect chickenwing!
As Alejandra winced following the sharp jolt to her shoulder, Jaime took that to be a step in the right direction, nestling in close to her opponents back to secure a little more leverage. “You know, this would be a good moment to remember,” the Upstart reminded, wrenching her captured limb a little further, “the next time you think it would be a good idea to sucker punch me!”
For Alejandra, her rebuttal was frustrated growl, a sound she made far too often for her liking and, as Daisy made a show of trying to get the crowd to clap on her behalf, she ignored her partners theatrics and focused on the here and now. With a grunt that was far from flattering, the Ebony Powerhouse grimaced, tensed and then physically forced herself to pivot about, painfully twisting her own arm on her way to freedom!
It was enough, the sharp half step backwards that followed pulling the surprised Jaime off balance, the slighter young woman opening her bright eyes wide as she tumbled towards her opponent. Alejandra saw her opening and connected, CRACKING a folded elbow against her opponent’s temple, the little red head blinking as she slumped sideways with a dazed groan.
Alejandra snatched her by the back of her neck and, after securing a limp wrist to accompany it, pivoted on the spot with a far more assertive growl than before, a heave sending the blue clad athlete off into an enforced run by way off an Irish Whip.
Jaime possessed ring awareness in spades and so, as she reached the ring ropes, even with her ears ringing, she was able to turn her back into them without missing a beat. As was the case with beloved Lightweights the world over, she rebounded from the coils as though she had been cradled by the arms of a lover, propelling her back into the ring at even greater velocity.
Unfortunately, Fernandez was not prepared to offer anything close to the same level of affection as, when the red head returned to sender, the far stronger Alejandra scooped the lithe, young warrior up into her grasp and PLANTED!! her back down onto the deck by way of a Sidewalk Slam!
Sidewalk Slam
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yHzifKUegw
Little London convulsed as her diminutive frame was emptied of air, her apple cheeks scrunching as her legs slumped to the mat, Alejandra collecting one of those much-coveted stems as she threw herself atop her lighter opponent to secure a quick pin.
ONE!
Jaime was far from done, shoving up one of her shoulders and shouting out in defiance, much to the delight of the FAWNatics.
Alejandra, however, was having none of that, having already suffered more than she was prepared to at the hands of the Upstart Supreme herself, Samantha Sinclair. She yanked Jaime up to sitting long before she could even consider regaining her breath, nestling up beside the crowd favourite and, with her own particular brand of viciousness, methodically SLAPPED on a tight, Sleeper embrace.
Jaime both stiffened and released a pained ‘erk!” as she found the entirety of her head caught within her opponents ever tightening grasp, one bicep pressed up and flexing against her throat. She ‘erked!’ again, this time louder, as she was forced to remain sitting and Fernandez wrenched on her cruel hold to compound her opponent’s misery, London’s peepers fluttering as she struggled to draw breath.
Baby London raised her right arm up high as her pert bosom hiked in her efforts to stay conscious, her fingers opening and closing in signalling to the FAWNatics, calling for them to begin chanting. They did so, lending her their will to fight on, the young woman tensing even as the Ebony Powerhouse bore down on her hold all the harder.
Jaime grunted, her lips parting as her cherry cheeks reddened, eyelids fluttering heavily as Alejandra rocked her from one side to the other. London struggled, shoving out with her lithe stems as she surged to escape…
…only to immediately slump after failing to do so! Her right arm didn’t quite fall down to the canvas, still hovering in mid-flight, but as it bobbed up and down lazily, the crowd began to fear the worse. Even Summer at ringside, doing her utmost to will her partner to recover, seemed to have little effect on the wilting red head.
The Official dropped down to his knees to look the beloved Upstart in her slackening features, “Alright Jaime, do you want to give? Say the word, and it’s done.”
“Listen to the man,” Alejandra growled, wrenching her embrace once more to make her point clear, rewarded by a fresh, dull groan that emerged from between Baby London’s encircled lips. “Do what you do best, and buckle under the pressure!”
That, as it turned out, turned out to be the wrong thing to say as the Sensational Spin-Off suddenly tensed, her brow scrunching up as the fingers of her hovering right hand clenched tightly into a fist. Despite the best efforts of Fernandez, Jaime would not go quietly into the night, suddenly SWINGING her right arm backwards and SLAMMING her elbow deep into her opponents’ ribs.
Fernandez both bucked and growled out in pain, but would not relent, and so Jaime added a second elbow smash to the first and then a third, and then a FOURTH, each one earning an increasingly loud POP from the watching FAWNatics!
Finally, furious, Alejandra released the young woman in her possession and surged back up to vertical, dragging the suddenly gasping Jaime right up to boot leather with her. Securing a wrist and turning about sharply on the spot, she dragged the Sensational Spin-Off into a renewed run, keen to repeat the success of her first Irish Whip.
Just as she was prompted, Jaime hurtled back towards that same set of ring ropes, those furthest from her increasingly concerned tag team partner, and she rebounded back off the rubber coated steel with the assuredness of a world class athlete, the miniature Brit swiftly returning to sender…
This time however, Jaime displayed no desire in following along with her opponents’ intentions and, as the distance between the two Lightweights drew close to zero, London stepped onto the accelerator and literally caught Fernandez flat footed. Extended her arm, the red head used velocity as her ally to SLAM the Ebony Powerhouse with a sweet little clothesline, one that knocked the surprised girl right off her feet!
Alejandra was forcibly dropped to the canvas across her back, her unexpected upending greeted by a loud POP from the audience and, while she was quick to scramble back up onto her feet, Jaime was even quicker still. Just as the muscle of Bad Reputation had turned about to face her, London was already airborne, leaping deftly into a jaw dropping spin kick that CRACKED the heel of her boot clean into her adversary’s chest, earning yet another cheer of appreciation from those watching!
Clothesline/Spin Kick Combo:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fY9AAZNGoHU
For a second time in less than a minute, Alejandra found herself both upended, and her back laid out flat against the mat, a growl growing dangerously at the back of her throat as she ignored the stinging throb building between her bosoms as she lunged back up onto her feet. She knew Jaime was running even before she could see her, rebounding off the ring ropes, this time those closest to her opponent, and Fernandez wound up to deliver a haymaker of her own…
Which was a swing and a miss, much to the delight of the FAWNatics, those watching applauding even as London 2.0 ducked beneath the wild blow. She didn’t stop running, instead she just kept on going, rebounding off the opposite set of coils and, as the increasingly frustrated Fernandez turned herself about, she leapt, spun a delightful three sixty and, after wrapping both of her arms about the other Lightweights throat in quick succession, ripped her right down to the canvas with a Slingblade!
Slingblade
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BhXadXyrckU
Whilst Jaime met the plywood with a small bump to her taunt, little booty, it was Alejandra’s head and shoulders which absorbed the majority of her far harder landing, the young woman kicking her legs up into the air before she slumped into a puddle. She was still growling, already beginning to roll over, but she was clearly far less capable of doing so than she had been just a minute before…
“You know what, I think you were right,” Jaime recounted from her superior position, scooting up onto her feet before beginning to shovel her opponent back up to sitting. “I will do what I do best, which, by the way,” she lectured, leaning over to impart some wisdom into her foes ear, “is shoving my boot right up your arse!”
The Miniature Brit outright ignored Alejandra’s (currently) baseless returned threats and she dragged the winded young woman back up to standing, the smaller of the duo shoving the unsteady girl back towards the Sensationals corner. As soon as the Ebony Powerhouse was nestled snugly into the turnbuckles, the cheers of the FAWNatics went up by several notches as she raised her hand up for a high five, those in attendance (and watching from home), more than eager to see Cassie Hopkins, Baby Sister in action!
Summer took the hint and, with a nervously excited smile, brought her palm up against Jaime’s with a loud SLAP that completed the first Tag of her career. Summer ducked between the top and middle ring ropes and, despite the (wailing) protests of Daisy from the opposite side of the squared circle, London didn’t quite feel the need to vacate the ring herself just yet.
Instead, the Sensationals took advantage of the leniency in Tag Team matches and both secured one of Alejandra’s wrists, pulling the winded young woman out into no-mans land. Spying a neutral corner, the duo of childhood friends nodded to one another and, after setting their hips, both of them LAUNCHED Fernandez into an Irish Whip!
At the last moment, as the corner she had been aimed for came within reach, the Ebony Powerhouse managed to turn herself about, SLAMMING into the turnbuckles across her back and shoulders instead of her chest. It didn’t help her all that much however as the collision still left her shell shocked, Alejandra slumping right where she had been planted.
Unfortunately for her, she was not the only Lightweight competitor that Summer and sent sprinting by way of Irish whip as, not moments later, Jaime had voluntarily surrendered her own wrist into the possession of her partner and was turned into a hurtling projectile herself! Just like Fernandez before her, London turned herself about at the last moment, only her crash pad was of a far more forgiving kind that the turnbuckles, the red head CRASHING!! into her opponent taunt booty first, the Ka-Boom scrawled across her trunks suitably leading the way!
The diminutive red head didn’t stick around to celebrate, neatly dropping down to the canvas even as every inch of air was forcibly ejected from Alejandra’s ebony clad frame, Jaime finding the canvas and sleekly rolling herself beneath the bottom rope before the Official could even ask her to vacate the ring. The quick exit wasn’t for his benefit however, far from it, but rather to clear the landing pad as Summer followed up London’s rumpus led collision with one of her own, albeit with one of the Avalanche variety!
Arriving at a full sprint, the FAWNatics WHOOPED! as the lithe blonde leapt the last yard and SLAMMED all one hundred and twenty-eight pounds of her gorgeous physique into the already reeling Fernandez!
Alejandra released a breathless GRUNT as she was forcibly crushed between both blonde and ring post, her arms spasming out to her sides before falling limp, her head lolling lazily left and then right before slumping forwards. As Summer stepped backwards from her successful landing, the Ebony Powerhouse, a noticeable shimmy in both of her thighs, would have slumped right down to sitting, had Hopkins not secured both of her wrists and pulled her forwards.
With lazy steps, Alejandra was guided past the taller rookie and, before she could stumble too far in her punch-drunk stupor, Summer nestled up behind her. Securing both arms of Fernandez’s behind her back by way of a duo of Chickening’s, Hopkins went on to prove that she was the strongest young woman in the squared circle in this contest by (seemingly) effortlessly popping Alejandra high up into the air. At the apex of the lift, the Gladiatrix Photographers on hand to capture the moment for prosperity, and with Fernandez shaking her head in frustration, the Supergirl of Sheffield brought the Muscle of Bad Reputation right back down to earth, face and chest first!
DOUBLE CHICKENWING FACEBUSTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GcC3Vpc9otQ
Alejandra landed with a THUNK! that rattled the canvas and, after a sharp spasm ran the length of her blasted physique, she twitched and few times before laying still. Summer, the rookie flushed with success and the heady elation of the moment, shovelled her first, PPV opponent over and, after collecting a pliant stem, rolled Fernandez up for a pin.
ONE!
TW…
Fernandez shoved up a shoulder, rolling over onto her side to break up the pin, her features screwing up in annoyance.
Hopkins, for her own part, following a quick glance to her partner at ringside and spotting the supportive applause from Jaime, resolved to not let her opponents escape to dishearten her, and immediately set about returning to vertical. She began bringing Alejandra up with her, but a warning from London at ringside drew her attention to the opposite corner, Daisy LeMay attempting to invade the squared circle!
Unfortunately for the Babyfaced Killer in question, that same protest had also drawn the attention of the Official, the man in black and white zeroing in on the blonde clad in pink lace, immediately cutting her off at the pass. “Oh no you don’t,” he insisted, barring her entry, “all four of you used up all of my good will before the bell even rang, don’t even think about testing me again tonight!”
Daisy threw up her hands in innocence, as though she were wrongly accused, taking great pains to demonstrate that she was precisely where she was supposed to be.
No-one was buying it.
Not that it mattered, because LeMay didn’t need to be anywhere near the action to make an impact on it and, with the Officials attention entirely on her, he was oblivious to the sudden, viscous uppercut Alejandra delivered up and in-between Summer’s unprotected thighs!
Hopkin’s, however, could not have been more aware it, the young blonde herself distracted until a swift forearm was forcibly DRIVEN into her exposed sex! Summer bucked forwards with a silent shout, before her whole body stiffened in shock, her thighs trembling in sympathy as the FAWNatics openly groaned in the same, her inhales becoming short, sharp and pained.
She teetered there, cradling her wounded sex, even as a scowling Alejandra pulled herself upright, Summer folded forwards and momentarily paralysed, even as a furious Jaime was calling fowl.
The Official turned about and, while he could put two and two together, he was frustrated by the very same laws he was tasked with protecting, and found there was nothing he could do to rectify his error. He hadn’t seen it, so he couldn’t call it, at which point, all wrestlers were on their own.
A state of affairs that Alejandra was more than prepared to embrace, delivering an irritated swat to the back of the bowed, stunned Summer’s head before grabbing the blonde with a cruel, double fistful of her hair. Now this was something the Official could step in about, but even as he opened his mouth to protest, the Scowling Fernandez WHIPPED her right knee upwards and SMACKED!! the hard-joint square between the peepers of her ailing opponent, forcing even those watching to wince in sympathy!
Baby Hopkins would have recoiled, had her head not been so securely held in place, so instead the suddenly punch-drunk young academic dropped down onto one knee, a tremor running down her back.
Alejandra followed the first knee up with a rapid second, her weaponised limb landing square and true for a brutal collision, one that sent Summer all the way down to both of her knees. There she remained, penitent and woozy, the tips of her fingers dangling lazily down towards the canvas.
Before the Official could even begin his count in protest of the illegal hair hold, Fernandez had completed her one, two assault, releasing her infraction before replacing it with a far more legal course of action. Unfortunately for those who embraced the beloved Upstart Nation, it spelled a far from pleasant, immediate future for the Supergirl of Sheffield.
Securing a front headlock on the kneeling, young blonde, Alejandra suddenly threw herself backwards, the Ebony Powerhouse dragging Summer forwards with her, positively SPIKING!! the crown of the girl’s skull into the barely yielding plywood by way of a brutal DDT!! Hopkins bucked hard following the sharp impact, the shockwave running the length of her spine and briefly popping her pert buttocks up towards the rafters before she flopped on over onto her side, thighs twitching sporadically as she otherwise lay still.
Fernandez, kneeling beside the wreckage that she had so swiftly created, glared daggers in the direction of Jaime London at ringside, the little red head scowling right on back, before Alejandra rolled Summer over and planted one hand on the girl’s chest, with the other pressing down on her bare tummy. With the pinfall secured, the Official dropped down the canvas to begin his count.
ONE…
TWO…
Summer shoved up a shoulder, rolling over onto her side to break up the pin, much to the relief of the FAWNatics watching.
Alejandra was visibly less impressed, swatting the Baby Hopkins about the back of her head, a scowl of irritation writ across her features. With Summer slowly rising, Fernandez ‘helped’ her the rest of the way back up to sitting but, before the blonde could recover further, settled herself to kneeling behind her, and set about keeping the tallest competitor in the contest grounded.
Leaning forwards over Summers currently slack shoulder, Alejandra raised her own right arm and, without further warning, proceeded to rain down a BARRAGE of vicious elbow strikes against the young woman’s unprotected bosom. Hopkins, unprepared for such an assault, grunted and groaned in unison with each and every impact, and would have bodily slumped right back down onto the canvas had she been allowed to, her impossibly long stems kicking upwards from the mat.
SHOOT STYLE STRIKES
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IyO2ErUD_to
Fernandez only relented in her salvo once she was satisfied that Summer had been rendered suitably pliant, the Supergirl of Sheffield offering not even a hint of protest as she was hooked beneath her shoulder and bodily shovelled up onto her shaky feet. Alejandra, still visibly irked from being forcibly faceplanted into the deck not minutes before, secured a fistful of her opponents’ hair and began to drag the knocked knee young woman towards hostile waters, the Leather Clad Hardbody reaching out a hand for the waiting Daisy LeMay to slap enthusiastically, admitting her into the ring.
The Babyface Killer launched herself up and over the top rope as if she had just completed the hottest of hot tags, before hurling herself into a sprint, one that took her towards the furthest set of ring ropes. As she was turning herself about to connect with a rebound, Alejandra was busy securing a renewed headlock and, before Summer even knew where she was, she was bodily flipped head over heels to land on her backside!!
Dizzy, winded and disorientated, Hopkins was in little position to defend herself as Daisy returned at a hundred miles per hour, dropping her own, diminutive frame into a sliding, low clothesline, one that damn near took Summer’s ailing head off!
The blonde dropped to the deck and, almost from the moment her shoulders hit the canvas Alejandra, still inside the squared circle herself, demonstrated some of her own (somewhat limited) acrobatics by jumping into the air, bending her right leg, and leading the way back down to earth with that pointed knee! She DROVE her weaponised joint square atop the heart of her flattened adversary and, even as Hopkins recoiled, she dropped to her side and rolled out of the squared circle before the Official could even think to begin protesting.
LeMay was far from done herself however, now the legal competitor for Bad Reputation, and even before the soles of Fernandez’s boots had hit the concrete outside of the squared circle, Daisy was back on her feet only to drop a second time. Leading the way with her elbow, she completed the one/two assault against her opponents exposed torso, before securing a quick pin, collecting one delightfully long stem as she did so.
COMBO RUSH
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVRVmhmAzIU
ONE!
TWO!!
Again, Summer shoved up a shoulder, again she denied Bad Reputation their victory.
Daisy, with a dismissive flick of her hair now that she was in control of affairs, concealed well all of the frustrations that she kept wrapped up inside as she knelt with hands on her hips. She shrugged as though it was no big inconvenience and, as Hopkin began to struggle upwards, again she found herself receiving a (unwelcome) helping hand.
LeMay prompted, prodded and otherwise bullied her rookie opponent back to vertical, despite the protests of those watching, but long before Summer was able to find steady feet, she grabbed the shell-shocked young woman with a double fistful of hair and suddenly launched herself into flight. Flinging herself backwards, Daisy YANKED Hopkins forwards, ripping her back off her boots and, while the shorter blonde landed upon the canvas across her toosh, the crowd favourite was forced to meet the plywood face first!
Following the fierce THUNK!! Summer recoiled as though she had landed on a minefield, launching back up onto her knees before she flopped over onto her side.
The FAWNatics gasped in concern as Jaime looked increasingly worried at ringside.
Daisy, on the other hand, couldn’t have been happier, throwing herself over the top of the Supergirl of Sheffield to secure yet another pin! This time she straddled the young woman, pressing her hands down against her shoulders, displaying a generous amount of her own, impressive cleavage for the hard camera as she completed her victory.
ONE!
TWO!!
TH…
Summer shoved up a shoulder, the FAWNatics erupting into cheers, Jaime sighing in relief.
Daisy was significantly less pleased.
With a less than pleasant scowl creasing her previously angelic features, LeMay positively SLAPPED her opponent’s cheek, even as she continued to straddle her.
“Less of that,” she warned, displaying a pointed finger as she did so.
Summer, for her own part, attempted to form a rebuttal, but the words died on her lips as a jumbled mumble, her academic senses well and truly scrambled following repeated impacts to her head.
Daisy, amused by this, playfully shrugged her shoulders before delivering a second, stinging slap to her opponents’ other cheek. LeMay patently ignored Jaime’s protests from outside of the ring as she finally saw fit to dismount her forcibly submissive pony, grabbing the young woman’s mane yet again to drag the woozy Hopkins back up to vertical.
“Silly goose,” Daisy scolded with a chirpy tone, turning about once Summer was suitably upright, forcing her to fold forwards as she secured a solid, side headlock. “Back to learners ed for you.”
Before she could follow through on whatever it was that she had in mind, however, Hopkins surged back into life, the Supergirl of Sheffield crying out in desperation as she grasped the back of her abusers’ thighs and, with a beguiling display of strength, hupped her furiously bucking cargo high up into the air! With her eyes opened wide, the astonished Daisy attempted to wriggle free from her sudden predicament, but there was to be no stopping her rapid descent as Summer threw herself backwards, bringing LeMay right down to earth with her, burying the back of the woman’s head and shoulders deep against the canvas!
HEADLOCK INTO BACK BODY DROP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4R3BPuGGtrA
Daisy visibly bounced away from the involuntary landing, the FAWNatics erupting with renewed cheers as the Babyfaced Killer flopped over onto her front. That enthusiasm was quickly tempered, however, as Summer, in turn, remained sprawled out across her back, Baby Hopkins wincing and breathing heavily as she struggled to recover.
It was Jaime that whipped them back into a frenzy, the Upstart turning to the FAWNatics and repeatedly bringing her hands together, demanding that they both do the same, and keep the faith in equal spades. They did so with gusto, and soon the sold-out arena thrummed with the percussion of support, willing the Supergirl of Sheffield to rise.
Which is precisely what she started to do, first inhaling deeply before rolling over onto her side, blinking rapidly as she fought to clear the cobwebs. Warnings began to emerge from the audience as Daisy, while pained, was far fresher and was already rising herself, using the closest set of ring ropes as leverage, a scowl breaking her cherubic features.
As Summer found her hands and knees and began crawling towards friendly territory, her diminutive, red headed partner doing everything she could to make the journey shorter, leaning heavily over the top rope and stretching her palm out as far as her short stature would allow!! Hopkins inched ever closer as Daisy found her feet…
…and stumbled, falling short of her opponent!!
Hopkins surged the last half foot towards safety, and the FAWNatics WHOOPED as she slapped her palm down hard on London’s waiting digits, completing the tag!! Jaime didn’t wait on ceremony, grasping the top rope with both of her hands and leaning backwards before she positively launched herself into the air. From apron to top coil, London vaulted her perfectly petite physique and, even as LeMay was finding her feet, Jaime had already weaponised the rubber coated steel to springboard herself high into the air!!
As she positively flew across the ring, cameras following her the entire way, London 2.0 pulled back her right arm just as her descent back to earth began, LeMay opening her eyes wide before a Sensational Forearm was PLANTED against her cheek!!
SENSATIONAL FOREARM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nuqp2gnt810
For Daisy, it was her noggin that spun on the spot first before the rest of her curvy physique followed suit, the veteran spinning wildly before she tumbled in a wild stumble, seemingly oblivious to where she was. She would have eventually fallen flat on the deck had the corner not found her first, the disoriented blonde flopping into its tight confines back first, her buttocks coming to sit on the middle turnbuckle, her arms flopping up and over the top ropes.
Jaime’s own landing was significantly more dignified, the Spitfire of the Upstart Nation tucking up into a tight roll as she made contact with the canvas before she popped right back up onto her feet. She pumped a fist up into the air, and the FAWNatics cheered back, before she turned on the spot and pointed towards the stranded LeMay, asking some manner of question to which the crowd clearly responded in the positive.
Clearly a believer that the customer was always right, London 2.0 nodded in the affirmative before measuring her distance and then hopping into a sprint. About halfway towards her destination, she turned her delightful physique about and threw herself into a beautiful handstand backflip, one that returned her back to boot leather in no time flat as she used every, single iota of her momentum to dive backwards, and SLAM her elbow into Daisy’s unprotected temple!!
HANDSPRING BACK ELBOW
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5FCgMVgjFMk
In the immediate moments that followed, LeMay looked every inch a bobble head as her noggin swayed this was and that before she slumped further into her seat. Unfortunately for her, Jaime had no intention of letting the Babyfaced Killer sit the rest of this contest out, not as she tucked the cherub cheeked cheater forwards into a firm, side headlock, pumping the air once with her free hand for good measure before darting forwards into a sprint.
Daisy, dragged along in London’s wake, was only able to offer the mildest of protests before the duo reached centre ring, Jaime kicking both of her feet up from off the canvas and, as her taunt, little toosh lead the way back down to earth, the FAWNatics cried out “KABOOM!!” as LeMay’s forehead was likewise PLANTED into the deck by way of a Running Bulldog!!
Daisy BUCKED from head to toe as her face was forcibly introduced to the plywood, her own buttocks quivering for several seconds before she slumped.
Jaime, for her own part, popped right back up into her feet, having enjoyed her own landing far more. She didn’t remain vertical for long however, not as she pivoted sharply on the spot and dropped to the canvas, shovelling her blonde opponent over and colleting one of her now plaint stems for…
ONE!
TWO!!
THR….
Daisy threw up her shoulder, unwilling to roll over and die just yet.
Now again, not to another Upstart!!
Jaime, having returned to sitting, did not so much protest the near fall as she did offer the Official a critical perk of her brow, one delivered with enough charm that would have melted the majority of hearts. The man in black and white was having none of it tonight however, and held up the suitable number of fingers to confirm the two count.
The FAWNatics disagreed, but he would not be swayed on the matter this evening, and so the Sensational Spin-Off accepted the decision without further protest, collecting the complaining LeMay as the blonde continued to writhe on the canvas. Shovelling the veteran up to standing, London prodded her towards the Sensationals corner where Summer was once again vertical, looking suitably perkier following her brief respite.
“You’re a stubborn mule, I’ll give you that,” Jaime ‘complimented’ Daisy before holding out her palm for her partner to slap and, moments after they had completed the tag, London tucked herself behind her ailing opponent. Grabbing the pink laced terror by her shoulders before she could vocalise her own rebuttal, the little redhead threw herself backwards, forcibly dragging the blonde down with her, before tucking her knees up against her chest to DRIVE them DEEP into her foe’s spine by way of a Lungblower!
Suitably enough, every single inch of air was forcible ejected from LeMay’s frame as her curvy frame was wracked from the harsh landing, the girl exhaling a sharp bellow before the recoil from the impact shot her right back up to standing. Conventional thinking would surmise that she would have flopped face first straight right back to the canvas, had the now legal Summer not been waiting to collect her.
Hopkins wrapped both of her arms about the smaller blonde and, following a brief yet firm, full body embrace, one that drew a pained spasm from the ailing Daisy, the Supergirl of Sheffield pivoted on the spot and bodily hupped her limp limbed cargo up and over in a whiplash motion. Almost as soon as LeMay had been hoisted off the deck, she was sent crashing right back down to it by way of a forceful Belly to Belly Suplex!!
LUNG BLOWER/BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5394UlwAE90
Somewhat surprisingly, Daisy still refused to stay where she was planted, the recoil from her collision with the mat all but bouncing her back up to sitting before she returned to a stumbling vertical. Given the punch-drunk expression upon her features however, it was debateable just how many of her current movements were voluntary and, as the Babyfaced Killer turned about in a knock-kneed half circle, a slightly hunched Summer was more than happy to recollect hey wayward cargo.
After wrapping one arm about the veteran’s shoulders and tucking the other between Daisy’s thighs, Baby Hopkins continued to prove her kinship with her elder sibling by positively WHIPPING her foe up and over in one of the most dominant looking Powerslams that the FAWNatics had seen on a Babyface in some time!
POWERSLAM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5CPUJp-zA-E
This time, well and truly rattled, Daisy remained precisely where she had been planted, the curvy blonde left spread eagled and groaning, her bountiful bosom presented upwards towards the ceiling.
Surprisingly, Summer didn’t immediately go for the pin, a state of affairs that caught not only the FAWNatics flat footed, but also the Official, who had dropped to the canvas to begin counting. Instead, the rookie remained kneeling and, for a brief moment, looked with uncertainty at her partner at ringside, caught wide eyed somewhere between what she should do… and what she wanted to do!
Jaime London flashed her megawatt smile and, requiring no further prompting, slapped her palm down hard atop the top turnbuckle. The historically reserved Summer lit up, resisting the urge to clap following an unexpected bout of giddiness, finding her feet in no time and racing towards the corner as she had been instructed.
As Jaime turned to the FAWNatics, waving her hands high up into the air to whip them into a renewed frenzy, Hopkins rapidly ascended the turnbuckles, turning herself about as she found the uppermost coils to perch herself upon. Momentarily standing up straight, the leggy blonde spread her arms out wide before she inhaled a deep breath and, much to the delight of those watching, threw herself forwards into a dive that spun her incredible physique into a beautiful, full rotation sault before she SPLASHED her tummy down across the flattened LeMay with authority!
FULL ROTATION SPLASH: @7:48
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-eKQ6cwQYI&t=486s
Daisy forcibly exhaled whatever reserves of air she had remaining in her diminutive frame before she flopped back down to the canvas, both of her legs collected by the Supergirl of Sheffield before they could complete their own return to the mat. With the pinfall attempt genuinely secured this time, the man in black and white dropped to the mat and began counting…
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE…
Alejandra charged into the ring and slammed the sole of her boot into Summer’s unprotected noggin, both momentarily knocking the rookie senseless, and removing her from her perch over the otherwise pliant LeMay, breaking up the pin at the last possible second!
Jaime London, outside the ring, cursed a blue streak (that wasn’t quite Upstart Nation approved), and would have bull rushed into the squared circle herself had the man in black and white not intercepted her, forcing her to remain on the legal side of the ropes. He did, however, remain unbiased in his rulings as he immediately went on to also hustle Fernandez back out of the ring (although the damage was already done), even as the quietly irate Alejandra was ‘prompting’ her tag team partner to get back up.
As he was busy clearing the canvas of everyone who shouldn’t be on it, Baby Hopkins was busy picking herself back up, palming her rattled noggin and blinked a few times to clear her vision. Jaime had turned the entirety of attention to her ailing partner, her tone having become far more consoling now that she was addressing her childhood friend, and she held out her palm to receive a fresh tag.
Daisy was also beginning her to stir, blinking several times as she shook her own head, groaning as she first rolled over onto her side and inhaling painfully as she found her hands and knees. It was a race, however, that the Babyfaced Killer was never going to win, Summer back on her feet again long before the smaller blonde could recover further, and bringing her palm down against her partners to complete a tag.
Now legal to return to the squared circle, Jaime popped herself between the top and middle ropes and, after exchanging a quick glance with Hopkins, the duo nodded in unspoken understanding, collecting the unwilling LeMay between them. They both secured an arm of their shared opponent and, regardless of the shake of Daisy’s own head in the negative, they drew back and positively LAUNCHED their foe into an unwilling sprint across the ring by way of a double team, Irish Whip.
As Daisy zeroed in on the furthest set of ring ropes, she still possessed enough ring awareness to turn herself about before she hit them, both halves of the Sensationals ducking low to in preparation to receive her return charge…
…only for Alejandra to once again intervene!!
Just as LeMay was about to rebound straight back towards danger, Fernandez reached into the squared circle and grabbed her own partner by her ankles, unceremoniously ripping the curvy blonde right off her own feet and planting her chest first into the canvas! Momentarily confused, the FAWNatics caught on to what was happening quickly enough as Alejandra went on to drag Daisy right out of the ring and towards ‘safety’, preventing whatever it was the Sensationals had planned to unleash upon her own partner.
LeMay, both winded and disorientated, clung to Fernandez as though she were a life raft, the only thing in the world that was preventing her from sinking to the bottom of the ocean once and for all.
If either one of them, however, thought that would be enough to keep an Upstart flat footed for long, then they were about to learn that they were sorely mistaken. London 2.0 shot off in pursuit of her escaping adversary as though she were a bullet fired from a gun, sprinting across the squared circle at remarkable speeds before Summer Hopkins herself even knew what her partner was doing! Jaime leapt at the last moment, diving through the top and middle ropes, accompanied by a fresh WHOOP from the FAWNatics, and the little redhead torpedoed her diminutive frame straight into the unsuspecting bodies of both Daisy and Alejandra outside of the ring!
All three women toppled to the scarcely padded concrete outside of the squared circle, many in the audience scrambling for a better view, the trio collapsing in a tangle of weary limbs with one, Sensational Spin-Off by far coming of the better. She popped back up onto her feet and pumped a triumphant fist up into the air, her supporters responding with gusto as she turned about to retrieve the moaning LeMay.
Summer, meanwhile, was being hustled back out of the ring by the Official, being as the leggy blonde was no longer the legal half of the Sensationals. Being as she felt slightly sheepish for not following her partners more experienced lead, she submitted to the man’s request, hoping that Jaime knew what she was doing.
London 2.0, on the other hand, was busy hustling a different blonde back into the ring, exerting more effort than she was willing to admit to drag, lift and shovel her opponent’s curvy physique up onto the apron, and roll her beneath the bottom rope. Satisfied that her package had been returned to its appropriate destination, Jaime set about hopping up onto the apron herself…
…only for a resurgent Alejandra to grab her by the hem of her booty shorts and YANK her backwards, London releasing a small yelp of surprise as she was pulled off balance, the FAWNatics protesting whilst the Officials back was turned. No amount of fan outcry could draw his attention in time however, not as Fernandez GRABBED her blindsided adversary by the scruff of her neck and, with a deep exhale of her own, positively SLAMMED the girl’s noggin down onto the apron!!
As it was notoriously the hardest part of the ring, London’s knees buckled the moment her forehead forcibly made contact, the young women slumping and, perhaps, only remaining upright because her opponent kept her that way. With a heave, Alejandra hupped and tossed the suddenly all too plaint frame of the Sensational Spin-Off back under the bottom rope, where to rolled to a limp limbed and submissive stop soon after.
A lamb fit for slaughter.
Even as Alejandra pulled herself back up onto the apron herself, returning to her corner and holding out her hand expectantly for a tag, a somewhat confused Daisy was pushing herself back up onto her knees. The blonde blinked several times, looking perplexed between the moaning London and Fernandez holding out her hand… before realisation dawned and smile spread slowly across her weary, cherubic features.
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” she assured her stern looking partner, waving off the desires the Ebony Powerhouse to be tagged back into the contest. “I got this, don’t I Little London?” she taunted, getting up and leaning forwards with her hands on her knees, cooing at the Upstart as the young woman rolled over onto her back. Unsatisfied with the reaction, Daisy leaned a little further forward and SLAPPED her foe across her apple cheek, rewarded by a fresh flicking of the girl’s peepers.
“That’s better,” LeMay chirped, the merriment of her smirk standing in stark contrast with the viciousness of her intentions. “Up we go!” Daisy chirped, poking and prodding and bullying her shell-shocked opponent back up towards vertical, positioning the crowd sweetheart towards a standing Headscissors.
“And pay attention, I’d hate for you to miss my moment…”
Which, as it turned out, wasn’t about to come just yet, the FAWNatics erupting into a fresh series of cheers as Jaime bulled her way past her aches and pains to swiftly snag a suddenly wide eyed LeMay about the back of her noggin. London dropped sharply to her knees, bringing the blonde down with her, their combined decent ending with Daisy’s jaw CRACKING atop the Upstart’s cherry topped crown, the impact of the Jawbreaker audible from several rows back!
LeMay recoiled and stumbled backwards, her arms all a twirl as she struggled to catch back up with what had just happened, shaking her own head with a scowl as she immediately began to storm back into the…
Jaime was on her feet, releasing a war cry of her own, her heart beating a mile a minute as she sprinted forwards and leapt, spinning her delightfully athletic frame about to catch her opponent with a sweet as you like Slingblade!
Both competitors fell to the deck, LeMay toppled to her back with a slam against the plywood and, panicked by her foes Babyface resurgence, scrambled her way back up to vertical as swiftly as her disorientated mass would allow her.
It was no match for the sheer velocity of London 2.0 however, Jaime living up to her surname and then some as she was back on her feet a mere second or two faster, turning about with a worrisome wobble in her knees before she settled back up against the turnbuckles. She paused only to pump both of her hands up into the air before she darted forwards, launching into an equally pitch perfect Dropkick!
Slingblade/Drop Kick Combo
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j14-7Rc4oCo
LeMay’s cheeks puffed out as soles of her opponents boot leather SLAMMED against her bountiful bosom, knocking her right back down to earth following a deep exhale of all of her breath.
She was not so hasty to return to vertical this time, and indeed, she required a considerable amount of prompting from London before she was willing to do so, the little red head turning her befuddled and winded mass about to stand face to face before deft little punt to her exposed tummy folded her neatly forwards.
Collecting one of the blondes now pliant wrists, London forcibly tucked it behind one of the veteran’s own knees, before the Upstart set about securing a firm, front headlock at the same time. With every one of her own aches and pains threatening to catch up with her, the little red head ignored them all as, with a fresh wave of enthusiasm from the FAWNatics, she inhaled deeply and lifted, pivoted and hupped her tightly packaged cargo up and over until LeMay’s noggin was pointing downwards. Waiting not a single moment longer, she then DROPPED her crown first into the barely yielding plywood, PLANTING her into the deck!!
JAIME DODGER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zy88c0afauY
With the ‘Jaime Dodger’ being executed live on a PPV for the first time in far too long, the crowd erupted in applause as the Sensation Spin-Off kept her obliterated opponent tightly packaged, leaning down on her trapped and stunned bundle to collect the…
ONE!
TWO!!
Alejandra surged into the ring…
…and Summer cut her off at the pass, the Supergirl Girl of Sheffield shoulder charging into the flank of the Ebony Powerhouse to send both of the young women sprawling…
THREE!!!
Jaime released her opponent the moment the Official’s hand met the canvas to complete the three count, the bell sounding mere moments later to confirm her victory, relief flooding through her system as readily as joy, the FAWNatics joining her in a bombastic round of cheers. She flopped over onto her back for just the barest of moments before a heady concoction of both adrenaline and elation forced her to find her feet, Baby London turning about and, with Summer also back up onto her feet, she positively LEAPT into the other young woman’s arms, wrapping her own, diminutive physique about the leggy blonde in a tight embrace!!
Hopkins, momentarily flat footed by the surge of affection, eventually figured out that she too had also won tonight and, as the Sensationals emerged victorious in their debut performance, she hugged her childhood friend right back.
After reclaiming some semblance of self-control, Jaime dropped back down to the canvas and the duo joined the Official at centre ring to have their respective hands raised in victory.
Alejandra, meanwhile, having returned to the outside of the ring, simmered silently in frustration…