Post by EmmaWoods007 on Jan 23, 2019 13:08:33 GMT
Troublemaker
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UYZTScW7Qqc
As the modest sound system of the small venue burst into life, Scarlet Sinclair didn’t step out into the light, she ran into it, almost bursting out from behind the curtains with the eagerness of youth, coming to equally sudden stop as she smirked towards the audience. There were few things the FAWNatics adored more than a Brit of the Lightweight Division, so their reception for the miniature brunette was vocal to say the least, the youngest of the Sinclair’s not at all shy in acknowledging it in return.
SCARLET SINCLAIR
She basked in their adulation, Scarlet unaccustomed to experiencing such direct praise on such a grand scale, even in this small arena, and so her heart was set to thumping as she thrust out her arms and pointed towards the audience, saluting them in reply. Standing at five foot two and one hundred and ten pounds, she was a delight to behold, attired in the colours of her family as all Sinclair’s should be, the gold and blues of her blood loud and proud.
Her single strap, tummy baring top shimmered yellow and exposed her slim right shoulder and sleek abs, whilst her booty hugging shorts shone with the same colour and cut off at mid-thigh. About her hips she sported a snug belt of sapphire, her pads and gloves the same colour whilst her boots, shin high and buckled up the front, shone a family trend breaking black.
Scarlet didn’t remain idle long, the brunette filled with far too much vigour as she shot off down the ramp at a renewed sprint, barely slowing down to slap the hands that were held out to greet her, even snagging a drink from the hands of one unsuspecting attendee. She was well behaved enough to return the refreshment with a cheeky wink, but not before the youthful women helped herself to a generous swig of the alcoholic beverage.
To be social of course.
She set off for the ring again, running and leaping up onto the apron before suddenly leaning over the edge, supporting her feather like weight by grasping onto the ring post with one hand before shielding her eyes with the other, peering out across the crowd as though she were a sailor in a crow’s nest. Evidently spying what she was looking for, Scarlet hopped down from her perch and made a B-Line for the barricade, hopping up to sit on it after she had located the cutest looking boy in the audience, and certainly one that her sister, the People’s Princess, would not approve of…
After making it abundantly clear that he was indeed who she had been looking for, the petite Brit leaned over and, after he had produced a phone to take a selfie, joined him in the picture as she let him kiss her cheek. Memento taken, Scarlet snagged the phone from him and swiftly tapped a message into its memory before handing it back, the boy in question astonished by what he found as she hopped back down.
She headed back to the ring, diving beneath the bottom rope before finding her feet, rolling her shoulders and pointing back towards the audience one last time before finding her corner, not even protesting as the Official patted her down. Scarlet could scarcely remain still, her blood pumping, her eyes only for the entrance, filled with enough nervous energy to burn the house down…
Whatever It Takes
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hx0KTN6fiT0
Alejandra Fernandez emerged with little ceremony, 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 encased tightly in one hundred percent leather, the shimmering black onesie that wrapped 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
Her mood, if possible, was even surlier than usual, the promising recruit blanking the booing FAWNatics with a scowl writ across her features. To date, her promotion beyond Developmental and been blighted by setbacks, her seeming inability to put her opponents down for good continuously resetting her progress, coming up short in one feud after another.
Losing out to the debuting ‘Sensationals’ only seemed to exasperate her mounting frustrations, and more than a few observers were noting the notable absence of her partner in crime, the veteran Daisy LeMay…
As Alejandra ascended the steels steps, she paused at the threshold and, with cold accusation, glared a hole through the diminutive physique of Scarlet Sinclair. She scowled, exercising guilt by association, one Samantha Sinclair impeding her burgeoning career at every turn.
Scarlet, for her own part, really didn’t take fondly to the stink eye and pushed out from her corner before the Official could think to intercept the petitely packaged brunette, the rookie coming to a stop at centre ring and holding her arms out wide. “Something to say?”
Alejandra didn’t answer, not verbally, her glare only narrowing before she ducked into the ring, striding to its centre to meet Scarlet nose to nose. There was only an inch to separate the duo, but the additional twelve pounds that Fernandez sported made it appear as though it was a whole lot more. It was enough for the audience to begin feeling concerned for the youngest of the Sinclair’s…
Scarlet, however, refused to appear daunted, jutting out her chin just so.
“Hey,” Sinclair spoke up, the levity of her tone doing nothing to ease the tension. “I know you, you’re the chick that my sister keeps…”
Fernandez SHOVED!! the miniature Brit hard, forcing her to back pedal with an audible, and not exactly flattering grunt.
“Don’t,” was all the further warning Alejandra was willing to give.
Scarlet, caught flat footed, took a much-needed moment to compose herself and, while she could hear elder sibling suggesting that she remain calm, she never really possessed any intention of doing anything of the sort. Instead she powered forwards and SHOVED!! her opponent right on back, her short fuse lit, temper flaring and, while she was only able to force a half step backwards from Alejandra, it certainly made her feel better.
“Don’t what?” Sinclair jousted, her arms spread out wide in challenge once again, and woe be to anyone who suggested how adorable she looked. “Sample your bad breath? Too late for that.”
Fernandez squared her strong shoulders and inhaled a deeply, stepping forwards to…
“Hold it!” the Official interposed himself, the same young man who had officiated over the match between The Sensationals and Bad Reputation. “I’m not having this again, back up, both of you, and then I’ll call for the bell, got it?”
Neither young women looked as though they were listening until, finally, Fernandez backed up two and paces.
Scarlet did likewise, sticking out the tip of her tongue as she did so.
“Sure,” the smaller brunette agreed, deliberately keeping her arms upraised in challenge before turning her baby browns to regard the man in black and white. “I can be civil like, Timothy is it?” she questioned after his identity, her cocksure smirk as sweet as can be.
“Tim,” he corrected, “just Tim.”
“Timothy it is,” she teased, much to his disgruntlement, his mood only slightly assuaged by the apple cheeks of the rookie.
Repressing a sigh, he raised his hand to call for the bell, the Timekeeper swiftly bringing the match to a start.
Alejandra, her glare burning a hole through the Lightweight opposite, was the only one of the two who did not have eyes for the Official, and so she was not the one loitering about with her guard down! She charged forwards, swinging with a deft and powerful elbow…
Scarlet, however, was not as flat footed as she had at first appeared, biting her bottom lip to conceal he growing smirk as she ducked beneath her opponent’s swing. Spinning about smartly on the spot, she swung her arms up wide in challenge once again…
…which proved to be a rookie mistake!
Fernandez, not nearly as overbalanced by the swing and miss as Sinclair had hoped, had turned about on the spot just as smartly as the smaller brunette. However, where Scarlet was showboating, Alejandra was reacting, her features twisting into a snarl as she swung her right foot upwards, CRACKING the tip of her boot square on the underside of Sinclair’s unprotected chin!
Big Boot:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kPMQRWq7C3s
Scarlet was rocked from head to toe, the FAWNatics wincing as she swayed left and then right, teetering on her feet as though she’d had one too many to drink. To her credit, she was not poleaxed by the blow, but under the circumstances, perhaps it would have been better if she’d had.
Alejandra was unrelenting, surging forwards the moment her weaponised limb had returned to earth and, this time as she extended her right arm, she charged, damn near beheading the brunette with a blistering Clothesline from Hell!!
Scarlet released a short, sharp grunt of misery as the brutal collision knocked her miniature mass head over heels! She almost flipped almost a full rotation before she came back down to earth across her chest, visibly recoiling from the canvas as she was popped back up onto her hands and knees. There she remained for several moments as she resisted the urge to begin turtling up, shaking her head as she found her senses full of cobwebs.
Alejandra turned about again for a third pass, massaging her wrists as she did so, pumping both of her ‘shotguns’ before zeroing in on her downed opponent. “I hope your sister is watching,” she growled before grabbing the woozy brunette by her head, bullying the smaller young woman back up to vertical. “The better for her to see what she’s got coming to her!”
“I don’t know what to tell you,” Scarlet managed to mutter as she was forced to stand eye to eye with her new rival, her words ever so slightly slurred. She blinked a few times and then, suddenly, and with a (slightly less threatening) shout of her own, she SHOVED Fernandez backwards!
It was only by half a yard, but that was evidently all the distance that she needed, the miniature Brit suddenly leaping into a standing Dropkick, weaponizing every inch of petite frame to land the double footed blow! She connected with boot leather flush against the other woman’s pronounced bosom and sent her tumbling over, much to the delight of those watching.
Standing Dropkick:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=liKDQz94odw
For her own part, Scarlet landed with a small bump onto her back, the momentum of which she used to roll right back onto her feet, the young woman swishing her hair for dramatic effect before finishing her thought.
“But Samantha, she really doesn’t think all that much about you at all.”
If it was a reaction she was looking for, that was one that earned one from Fernandez, the Ebony Powerhouse curling her lips in annoyance as cold fury simmered just beneath the surface. She charged at Scarlet, the smirking young Brit ducking smartly beneath her less than friendly embrace and, unlike before, forgo the temptation to play up to the audience.
In a manner of speaking at least.
In place of grandstanding, Sinclair instead waited for the increasingly irked Fernandez to turn herself about, and promptly CRACKED!! her underneath her jaw with a pitch perfect Sammie Kick! It was an emulation of her elder sibling that earned an impressive POP from the FAWNatics, yet many would later surmise that Scarlet had probably only pulled from her sisters’ arsenal to further annoy her opponent.
“But hey, who can blame her?” Scarlet continued to taunt her foe, Fernandez taking her turn to teeter left and then right, threatening to topple beneath the slightest breeze. The little brunette collected the muscle of Bad Reputation before turning on the spot sharply to launch her stunned foe into an Irish Whip.
“With the likes of Irons, Dunbar and Cromwell running around,” Sinclair continued to needle the Ebony Warrior while she was wounded, enjoying herself immensely as Fernandez rebounded off the coils. They would have met again at centre ring, but Scarlet was evidently bored with the idea of waiting and had in fact given chase, just as Alejandra turned about to begin her return trip, the smaller brunette was already there to meet her, launching into yet another, sweet as you like Dropkick!!
Irish Whip into Dropkick: @2:53:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-eKQ6cwQYI
The FAWNatics were in high spirits as she connected, Fernandez wincing with an escaping blast of air as she was upended to the deck, grimacing from the hard bump across her back. She tried to get back up, but couldn’t, her leather clad frame protesting against the amount of blunt force trauma it had been absorbing, regardless of the attack her ego demanded otherwise.
“How could she possibly have time to think about you?” Scarlet finished her thought, one that was evidently rhetorical as she wasn’t waiting for an answer. “Hell, I’m here right now, and I can barely remember you.”
Fernandez spat something low and incomprehensible, and Sinclair leaned forwards and tilted her head to the side as though she were listening.
“Sorry, I didn’t catch that,” she replied, shaking her head as she did so, “could you repeat yourself?”
Again, rhetorical, Scarlet demonstrating zero interest in hearing what Alejandra actually had to say for herself, the Petitely Packaged Brunette instead repositioning to collect both of her opponents’ available legs, lifting her opponents stems up by her ankles. She spread those same limbs out into a wide V and, as Fernandez shook her head in the negative, Sinclair instead looked to the FAWNatics for approval.
Being as they seemed to give it, more than happy to see a Babyface in the ascendency, Scarlet smirked with scarcely contained mischief and prepared to launch…
“Don’t you dare!!” Fernandez managed to growl out in warning before her smaller foe popped her hips and leapt into the air, bringing her own athletic stems out to sitting in a V shape of her own and, when gravity took hold, brought them CRASHING down between her opponents! Alejandra HOWELD as her wickets were split far wider than they were supposed to be, and her most private of regions was wrenched in manner that was unbecoming.
Even Scarlet felt the need to wince in sympathy as her opponent recoiled away, although she made peace with it quickly enough. Afterall, the muscle of Bad Reputation probably deserved it.
“I almost feel bad,” the miniature Brit confessed as she pivoted back up onto her feet, watching as Fernandez rolled onto her knees, the young woman leaning forwards heavily with her hands waged between her own, throbbing thighs. “Almost. Not really. Here, let me give you something to take your mind off it.”
Sinclair evidently considered it safe to take her eyes off of her opponent as she turned her back Alejandra, darting on over to closest set of ring ropes as she did so. Scarlet popped herself between the top and middle coils and then, once on the apron, she pumped her right fist up into the air as she saluted the FAWNatics. They cheered right on back and, emboldened by so much direct adulation, she turned about and grasped the top rope, surging into a leap that would have taken her clean up standing on the same coil for a Springboard assault…
…only for Fernandez, boiling with repressed rage, to burst out of her pained turtling and launch her powerful frame forwards like a projectile. Just as Sinclair was about to take to the air, Alejandra SLAMMED her forearm into the small girl’s chest, both blasting the air right out of her body and sending her hurtling the wrong way back down to earth.
It was purely a bout of fortune that Scarlet didn’t plummet all the way down to the barely padded concrete surrounding the outside of the ring, but the apron, notoriously the hardest part of the squared circle, was no soft landing either. With a loud GRUNT she crashed down upon the edge of the ring across her shoulders and, as she winced with a pained spasm, a protracted groan escaped her lips as she struggled to sit up.
Alejandra, seeing the pain that she had inflicted, was feeling much better about her own aches, but she was far from satisfied with the pound of flesh she had so far extracted. She would not be shown up by another Sinclair, she insisted, she wouldn’t allow it.
Back on her feet, and with Scarlet grounded, Fernandez made some distance before launching into a sprint, one that sent a sea of FAWNatics into shouting out a warning, and one that had only one destination. As she neared the ropes, Alejandra threw herself into a low and dangerous dropkick, one that SLAMMED the soles of her boots into the backside of her stunned opponent and, with Sinclair wincing outside, the Brit was sent flying off the apron and sent CRASHING to the concrete below!
Elbow Smash into Basement Dropkick
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YkDHBRUWLEA
Scarlets landing was far from pretty, the young woman smacking against the cement and rolling several times, finally coming to a stop in a quivering mess. She struggled to get up, but quickly slumped almost immediately after, every fibre in her being wanting to go on strike at the same time.
Alejandra composed herself and, despite protests from the Official, she pulled herself out into no-mans land to follow her opponent for the evening, one who had a great deal to answer for as Fernandez’s private region continued to throb. The crowd tried to will her back with words alone but, as Scarlet was finally able to push herself back up to sitting, there was not a single, solitary thing that anyone watching could do to assist her.
Dropping down to one knee behind Sinclair, Fernandez forcibly lent the Petitely Packaged Brunette to the side, encouraging a wince from the young women, before she inhaled and deep breath and positively UNLEASHED all of her pent-up frustrations by way of a veritable avalanche of elbow smashes! She rained down one after the other in quick succession, her pointed joint driven into Scarlet’s unprotected bosom, spiking her over her heart and driving her into an ever-deepening slump. The far slighter brunette jolted and groaned following every impact, and any thought of defence was lost amongst the blizzard of blows, her own arms hanging limp by her thighs as she grunted in misery.
SHOOT STYLE ELBOW STRIKES
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IyO2ErUD_to
Alejandra finally let up with a shout, surging up to her feet as she did so before the muscle of Bad Reputation regained her composure, settling back down into a state of coldly repressed menace.
Scarlet, left alone for a few moments, had been allowed to slump over sideways as she struggled to regain her breathing, her eyes blinking before she grimaced. With her own manner of petulant pride, the youngest of the Sinclair’s began to roll over, refusing to stay down as she tried to find her hands and feet.
She would never get there, Fernandez scraping the much lighter brunette right off the concrete with a worrying degree of ease, and slinging the ailing, young girl securely across her chest in a crossbody press. She turned about slowly in a small half circle, her new rival suspended meekly within her grasp, the Gladiatrix Photographers more than happy to capture the moment, before she spotted her objective.
Inhaling a deep, steadying breath, she shot off at a sprint like a bull who had sighted red and, before the FAWNatics could protest, she SLAMMED the small of her victims back flush against the outside of a steel ring post!!
Scarlet released an involuntary howl as something in her back popped in the wrong direction, her diminutive, lithe stems kicking out sharply before spasming, the rest of her small frame twitching within Alejandra’s grasp. The Ebony Warrior felt each and every one of her opponents pained shudders, and she decided that it was good.
Turning about once more, to better display the damage that she had inflicted to one of the Upstart Nations beloved citizens, she turned the small brunette up and over before dumping her down onto the concrete, forcing her to sit with her abused back to the ring steps. Sinclair stayed where Alejandra left her, her petite bosom rising and falling sharply, her peepers fluttering to almost closed as Fernandez turned about and strode a good ten paces.
Satisfied by the distance that she had created, the Muscle of Bad Reputation turned sharply about and, either ignoring or being spurned on by the cries of concern from the audience, she launched into a sprint right for the suffering Scarlet…
…only for Sinclair to open her eyes wide (a little more so in alarm than she would ever be willing to admit) and, with a curse not quite finding its way to her lips in time, dived her diminutive mass out of the way!!
Alejandra, bound by the laws of momentum, kept right on going, regardless of the last-minute evasion, and instead of colliding with the soft meat of her foe, her posted knee instead SMASHED into the side of the steel steps! Fernandez cried out in both shock and agony as she flipped ass over head over the top of the ringside furniture, landing in an ungainly heap afterwards, clutching at her spiked limb.
Scarlet, blinking rapidly as she tried to clear her head, latched onto the cheers of the FAWNatics, their chants of support like a lighthouse in the fog that she could use to find her way to safety. She would never, in a month of Sundays, ever admit to her eldest sibling that she had in fact been one hundred percent correct about such a sentiment. Even now, it sounded silly, and she was living it.
With a visible grimace she started to get back up, the small of her back throbbing even as she cradled it, and it was with one final blink that she realised someone else was encroaching on her perceptions.
“SEVEN!!” someone shouted, and Scarlet suddenly realised it was the cute Official.
“EIGHT!!” with a sudden surge of adrenaline, Sinclair was up on her feet and diving beneath the bottom rope and into the ring, much to the audible relief of the FAWNatics. She was back on her feet with a noticeable groan escaping her small body and, as she leant forwards with her hands on her knees, Scarlet delivered the smallest, and most adorable of stink eyes in the direction of the man in black and white.
“Eight?” she queried, clearly incredulous. “You’re trying to tell me, she did all of that, in eight seconds? Do you know what a second is?”
“Don’t be giving me that,” Tim warned, clearly unmoved by what Sinclair evidently envisioned was a fearsome scold, “be thankful that I’m being liberal with the count. Would you prefer to be counted out?”
“No,” Scarlet conceded, and yet was unwilling to give up on her stink eye.
“Good,” Tim asserted, turning his attention back to Fernandez outside the squared circle, preparing to resume his count, “so keep it inside the ring from now on.”
“Sure,” Sinclair relented, delivering a lazy salute, “scouts honour.”
Whether or not she had actually been listening was up for debate however as, as soon as his back was turned, Scarlet was sprinting again, bulling through her pain as only a Babyface good. She hit the opposite set of ring ropes at an impressive velocity and rebounded at even greater speed, heading right back to where she had only just re-entered…
“NINE!!”
…Sinclair launched herself like a missile, flying straight past Tim on her way out of the ring, hurtling herself through the top and middle ropes by way of Suicide Dive!! Alejandra had only just found her way back up to her feet, and she would have perhaps been able to beat the ten count, had the miniature brunette that was her opponent not forcibly thrown all one hundred and ten of her pounds into her body at great speed!
Both young women went down in a heap, much to the delight of the audience, Scarlet clearly making out like a bandit as she was able to roll from the collision and spring back up onto her feet, pumping both of her fists up high and crying out euphorically. The FAWNatics re-joined her cheer in reply, clearly as caught up in the moment as she was.
The Official, however, was not.
“God damn it,” Tim cursed in exasperation, “what did I just say?”
“Get Fernandez back into the ring?” Sinclair questioned, turned about on the spot with a perked brow, “don’t worry, I’ll have her up and in before you can finish your new count.”
She didn’t wait for a rebuttal, not really wanting to hear it (she could make it up to him later if he was of a mind), turning about on the spot and making her way over to the barricade. “What do you think?” she grinned, calling out to those closest, “do you think she’s ready for bed?”
Almost to a man, the crowd shouted in the affirmative.
One in particular, thought otherwise.
Reaching over the obstruction that divided them, that same ‘fan’ grabbed the unsuspecting Scarlet with a double fistful of her hair, yanking the diminutive Brit forwards and positively BOUNCED!! the young women’s unprotected forehead down onto the steel bar!! Sinclair recoiled as though she had hit a landmine, shooting back up to vertical and staring forwards with blank eyes, her peepers wide open and yet vacant, every inch of her lithe physique turning into pudding.
In that moment, the FAWNatics became aware of something that she wouldn’t catch onto until much later after the match, that the ‘fan’ that had stood in front of her was nothing of sort, but was rather the second half of Bad Reputation, the seemingly ‘missing’ Daisy LeMay!!
DAISY LEMAY
“Couldn’t disagree more,” the Babyfaced Killer taunted with the sweetest of smiles, avenging her own, earlier loss at the hands of Scarlet.
Accompanied by protests of the FAWNatics, Daisy lifted her right hand and prodded the top of her index finger against Scarlets forehead, even that small amount of pressure enough to turn the shell-shocked Sinclair about into a drunken stumble. Unfortunately for the Brit, Alejandra was there to catch her, more than recovered enough to collect her delivered bounty.
Slinging one powerful arm about Scarlet’s slender shoulder’s, Fernandez used the other to collect one of the girl’s suddenly complaint stems. With her petite package tightly secured, the Ebony Warrior inhaled a deep breath and then threw herself backwards, heaving her new rival up into the air before, at the apex of her arc, she let the petite grappler go, the youngest of the Sinclair’s sent flying through the air. She SLAMMED against the apron of the ring, a hollow grunt escaping from the young woman before she dropped back down the concrete, her own breathing becoming noticeably laboured.
EXPLODER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SYpm8YM3doM
Alejandra, back on her feet again and moving with a purpose, reached down and GRABBED the ailing Scarlet by the scruff of her neck, peeling her smaller opponent off the deck and shoving her, front first, over the side of the ring. Shoving against the girl’s pert buttocks, she shovelled her foe back into the squared circle and promptly followed suit, albeit entirely under her own power.
“Alejandra,” Tim prompted, his tone seemingly echoing the mounting concern of the watching FAWNatics, “keep it in the ring now, I mean it this time.”
Fernandez suffered his existence with a glare, one that demanded that he back the f**k off while she collected what was owed. In this case, in her mind, was every single inch of Scarlet Sinclair as she peeled the rookie of the canvas and, after sparing her new rival with one last, simmering glare into the other girls own, half lidded peepers, imperiously hupped her miniature mass up and over her strong shoulders, keeping her there by way of Fireman’s carry.
Alejandra turned about in a dominant full circle, milking the moment as she inhaled deeply, savouring the anticipation as she was finally, FINALLY, about to put a Sinclair to bed! With a sudden shout, she shoved her captive cargo skywards before turning the beloved Brit about, keeping her head secure whilst dropping down to the canvas sharply!!
GRINGA KILLER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-rTTptrDNU
With gravity, momentum and Alejandra Fernandez all conspiring to drive her face first into the plywood from both a great height and considerable speed, Scarlet Sinclair had lost consciousness long before the recoil had shot her petite mass back up to kneeling. As such, the miniature brunette toppled sideways without even a hint of hesitation, boneless as she puddled over onto her back, her right thigh twitching before Fernandez collected both of her delectable stems to roll her up in a dominant pin.
Scarlet offered no resistance as the Official dropped to the mat to count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
Alejandra, usually so determined to keep her ever mounting frustrations both restrained and contained, positively launched her way up onto her feet and released an impossibly loud howl of relief. After months of coming up short, she had finally come out on top, just as the Ebony Clad Warrior had claimed, and there wasn’t a single, damn Upstart that could stop her tonight, nor could the disappointment of the FAWNatics dampen her own mood.
She turned about sharply, inhaling deeply, filled with a violent sense of gratification as she zeroed back in on the down and immobile Scarlet. She grabbed the brunette by her mane, fully prepared to yank her back up onto her feet to…
“Hold it!” the Official insisted, desperately attempting to interpose himself before matters could escalate, “that’s enough Fernandez, you’ve won, leave it at that or I reverse the decision!”
Alejandra glared, her fury simmering beneath the surface, her rival limp within her grasp, pudding to be played with…
“Let it go Babe,” Daisy insisted with a peppiness that was every bit as fraudulent as her Babyfaced demeanour, LeMay having abandoned her disguise in the crowd as she ducked into the ring, a hand on her tag team partners shoulder. “Let baby have his bottle,” she belittled the man in black and white, “I think he prefers sloppy seconds. This is your moment, there’s always next time.”
Alejandra nodded slowly, releasing her hold of Scarlet and letting the groaning girl return to earth, her own peepers closed and bosom fitful.
Grabbing Fernandez by her wrist, Daisy raised her partners hand up high in victory, revelling in the disappointment of the FAWNatics.
It had been a long time coming…
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UYZTScW7Qqc
As the modest sound system of the small venue burst into life, Scarlet Sinclair didn’t step out into the light, she ran into it, almost bursting out from behind the curtains with the eagerness of youth, coming to equally sudden stop as she smirked towards the audience. There were few things the FAWNatics adored more than a Brit of the Lightweight Division, so their reception for the miniature brunette was vocal to say the least, the youngest of the Sinclair’s not at all shy in acknowledging it in return.
SCARLET SINCLAIR
She basked in their adulation, Scarlet unaccustomed to experiencing such direct praise on such a grand scale, even in this small arena, and so her heart was set to thumping as she thrust out her arms and pointed towards the audience, saluting them in reply. Standing at five foot two and one hundred and ten pounds, she was a delight to behold, attired in the colours of her family as all Sinclair’s should be, the gold and blues of her blood loud and proud.
Her single strap, tummy baring top shimmered yellow and exposed her slim right shoulder and sleek abs, whilst her booty hugging shorts shone with the same colour and cut off at mid-thigh. About her hips she sported a snug belt of sapphire, her pads and gloves the same colour whilst her boots, shin high and buckled up the front, shone a family trend breaking black.
Scarlet didn’t remain idle long, the brunette filled with far too much vigour as she shot off down the ramp at a renewed sprint, barely slowing down to slap the hands that were held out to greet her, even snagging a drink from the hands of one unsuspecting attendee. She was well behaved enough to return the refreshment with a cheeky wink, but not before the youthful women helped herself to a generous swig of the alcoholic beverage.
To be social of course.
She set off for the ring again, running and leaping up onto the apron before suddenly leaning over the edge, supporting her feather like weight by grasping onto the ring post with one hand before shielding her eyes with the other, peering out across the crowd as though she were a sailor in a crow’s nest. Evidently spying what she was looking for, Scarlet hopped down from her perch and made a B-Line for the barricade, hopping up to sit on it after she had located the cutest looking boy in the audience, and certainly one that her sister, the People’s Princess, would not approve of…
After making it abundantly clear that he was indeed who she had been looking for, the petite Brit leaned over and, after he had produced a phone to take a selfie, joined him in the picture as she let him kiss her cheek. Memento taken, Scarlet snagged the phone from him and swiftly tapped a message into its memory before handing it back, the boy in question astonished by what he found as she hopped back down.
She headed back to the ring, diving beneath the bottom rope before finding her feet, rolling her shoulders and pointing back towards the audience one last time before finding her corner, not even protesting as the Official patted her down. Scarlet could scarcely remain still, her blood pumping, her eyes only for the entrance, filled with enough nervous energy to burn the house down…
Whatever It Takes
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hx0KTN6fiT0
Alejandra Fernandez emerged with little ceremony, 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 encased tightly in one hundred percent leather, the shimmering black onesie that wrapped 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
Her mood, if possible, was even surlier than usual, the promising recruit blanking the booing FAWNatics with a scowl writ across her features. To date, her promotion beyond Developmental and been blighted by setbacks, her seeming inability to put her opponents down for good continuously resetting her progress, coming up short in one feud after another.
Losing out to the debuting ‘Sensationals’ only seemed to exasperate her mounting frustrations, and more than a few observers were noting the notable absence of her partner in crime, the veteran Daisy LeMay…
As Alejandra ascended the steels steps, she paused at the threshold and, with cold accusation, glared a hole through the diminutive physique of Scarlet Sinclair. She scowled, exercising guilt by association, one Samantha Sinclair impeding her burgeoning career at every turn.
Scarlet, for her own part, really didn’t take fondly to the stink eye and pushed out from her corner before the Official could think to intercept the petitely packaged brunette, the rookie coming to a stop at centre ring and holding her arms out wide. “Something to say?”
Alejandra didn’t answer, not verbally, her glare only narrowing before she ducked into the ring, striding to its centre to meet Scarlet nose to nose. There was only an inch to separate the duo, but the additional twelve pounds that Fernandez sported made it appear as though it was a whole lot more. It was enough for the audience to begin feeling concerned for the youngest of the Sinclair’s…
Scarlet, however, refused to appear daunted, jutting out her chin just so.
“Hey,” Sinclair spoke up, the levity of her tone doing nothing to ease the tension. “I know you, you’re the chick that my sister keeps…”
Fernandez SHOVED!! the miniature Brit hard, forcing her to back pedal with an audible, and not exactly flattering grunt.
“Don’t,” was all the further warning Alejandra was willing to give.
Scarlet, caught flat footed, took a much-needed moment to compose herself and, while she could hear elder sibling suggesting that she remain calm, she never really possessed any intention of doing anything of the sort. Instead she powered forwards and SHOVED!! her opponent right on back, her short fuse lit, temper flaring and, while she was only able to force a half step backwards from Alejandra, it certainly made her feel better.
“Don’t what?” Sinclair jousted, her arms spread out wide in challenge once again, and woe be to anyone who suggested how adorable she looked. “Sample your bad breath? Too late for that.”
Fernandez squared her strong shoulders and inhaled a deeply, stepping forwards to…
“Hold it!” the Official interposed himself, the same young man who had officiated over the match between The Sensationals and Bad Reputation. “I’m not having this again, back up, both of you, and then I’ll call for the bell, got it?”
Neither young women looked as though they were listening until, finally, Fernandez backed up two and paces.
Scarlet did likewise, sticking out the tip of her tongue as she did so.
“Sure,” the smaller brunette agreed, deliberately keeping her arms upraised in challenge before turning her baby browns to regard the man in black and white. “I can be civil like, Timothy is it?” she questioned after his identity, her cocksure smirk as sweet as can be.
“Tim,” he corrected, “just Tim.”
“Timothy it is,” she teased, much to his disgruntlement, his mood only slightly assuaged by the apple cheeks of the rookie.
Repressing a sigh, he raised his hand to call for the bell, the Timekeeper swiftly bringing the match to a start.
Alejandra, her glare burning a hole through the Lightweight opposite, was the only one of the two who did not have eyes for the Official, and so she was not the one loitering about with her guard down! She charged forwards, swinging with a deft and powerful elbow…
Scarlet, however, was not as flat footed as she had at first appeared, biting her bottom lip to conceal he growing smirk as she ducked beneath her opponent’s swing. Spinning about smartly on the spot, she swung her arms up wide in challenge once again…
…which proved to be a rookie mistake!
Fernandez, not nearly as overbalanced by the swing and miss as Sinclair had hoped, had turned about on the spot just as smartly as the smaller brunette. However, where Scarlet was showboating, Alejandra was reacting, her features twisting into a snarl as she swung her right foot upwards, CRACKING the tip of her boot square on the underside of Sinclair’s unprotected chin!
Big Boot:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kPMQRWq7C3s
Scarlet was rocked from head to toe, the FAWNatics wincing as she swayed left and then right, teetering on her feet as though she’d had one too many to drink. To her credit, she was not poleaxed by the blow, but under the circumstances, perhaps it would have been better if she’d had.
Alejandra was unrelenting, surging forwards the moment her weaponised limb had returned to earth and, this time as she extended her right arm, she charged, damn near beheading the brunette with a blistering Clothesline from Hell!!
Scarlet released a short, sharp grunt of misery as the brutal collision knocked her miniature mass head over heels! She almost flipped almost a full rotation before she came back down to earth across her chest, visibly recoiling from the canvas as she was popped back up onto her hands and knees. There she remained for several moments as she resisted the urge to begin turtling up, shaking her head as she found her senses full of cobwebs.
Alejandra turned about again for a third pass, massaging her wrists as she did so, pumping both of her ‘shotguns’ before zeroing in on her downed opponent. “I hope your sister is watching,” she growled before grabbing the woozy brunette by her head, bullying the smaller young woman back up to vertical. “The better for her to see what she’s got coming to her!”
“I don’t know what to tell you,” Scarlet managed to mutter as she was forced to stand eye to eye with her new rival, her words ever so slightly slurred. She blinked a few times and then, suddenly, and with a (slightly less threatening) shout of her own, she SHOVED Fernandez backwards!
It was only by half a yard, but that was evidently all the distance that she needed, the miniature Brit suddenly leaping into a standing Dropkick, weaponizing every inch of petite frame to land the double footed blow! She connected with boot leather flush against the other woman’s pronounced bosom and sent her tumbling over, much to the delight of those watching.
Standing Dropkick:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=liKDQz94odw
For her own part, Scarlet landed with a small bump onto her back, the momentum of which she used to roll right back onto her feet, the young woman swishing her hair for dramatic effect before finishing her thought.
“But Samantha, she really doesn’t think all that much about you at all.”
If it was a reaction she was looking for, that was one that earned one from Fernandez, the Ebony Powerhouse curling her lips in annoyance as cold fury simmered just beneath the surface. She charged at Scarlet, the smirking young Brit ducking smartly beneath her less than friendly embrace and, unlike before, forgo the temptation to play up to the audience.
In a manner of speaking at least.
In place of grandstanding, Sinclair instead waited for the increasingly irked Fernandez to turn herself about, and promptly CRACKED!! her underneath her jaw with a pitch perfect Sammie Kick! It was an emulation of her elder sibling that earned an impressive POP from the FAWNatics, yet many would later surmise that Scarlet had probably only pulled from her sisters’ arsenal to further annoy her opponent.
“But hey, who can blame her?” Scarlet continued to taunt her foe, Fernandez taking her turn to teeter left and then right, threatening to topple beneath the slightest breeze. The little brunette collected the muscle of Bad Reputation before turning on the spot sharply to launch her stunned foe into an Irish Whip.
“With the likes of Irons, Dunbar and Cromwell running around,” Sinclair continued to needle the Ebony Warrior while she was wounded, enjoying herself immensely as Fernandez rebounded off the coils. They would have met again at centre ring, but Scarlet was evidently bored with the idea of waiting and had in fact given chase, just as Alejandra turned about to begin her return trip, the smaller brunette was already there to meet her, launching into yet another, sweet as you like Dropkick!!
Irish Whip into Dropkick: @2:53:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-eKQ6cwQYI
The FAWNatics were in high spirits as she connected, Fernandez wincing with an escaping blast of air as she was upended to the deck, grimacing from the hard bump across her back. She tried to get back up, but couldn’t, her leather clad frame protesting against the amount of blunt force trauma it had been absorbing, regardless of the attack her ego demanded otherwise.
“How could she possibly have time to think about you?” Scarlet finished her thought, one that was evidently rhetorical as she wasn’t waiting for an answer. “Hell, I’m here right now, and I can barely remember you.”
Fernandez spat something low and incomprehensible, and Sinclair leaned forwards and tilted her head to the side as though she were listening.
“Sorry, I didn’t catch that,” she replied, shaking her head as she did so, “could you repeat yourself?”
Again, rhetorical, Scarlet demonstrating zero interest in hearing what Alejandra actually had to say for herself, the Petitely Packaged Brunette instead repositioning to collect both of her opponents’ available legs, lifting her opponents stems up by her ankles. She spread those same limbs out into a wide V and, as Fernandez shook her head in the negative, Sinclair instead looked to the FAWNatics for approval.
Being as they seemed to give it, more than happy to see a Babyface in the ascendency, Scarlet smirked with scarcely contained mischief and prepared to launch…
“Don’t you dare!!” Fernandez managed to growl out in warning before her smaller foe popped her hips and leapt into the air, bringing her own athletic stems out to sitting in a V shape of her own and, when gravity took hold, brought them CRASHING down between her opponents! Alejandra HOWELD as her wickets were split far wider than they were supposed to be, and her most private of regions was wrenched in manner that was unbecoming.
Even Scarlet felt the need to wince in sympathy as her opponent recoiled away, although she made peace with it quickly enough. Afterall, the muscle of Bad Reputation probably deserved it.
“I almost feel bad,” the miniature Brit confessed as she pivoted back up onto her feet, watching as Fernandez rolled onto her knees, the young woman leaning forwards heavily with her hands waged between her own, throbbing thighs. “Almost. Not really. Here, let me give you something to take your mind off it.”
Sinclair evidently considered it safe to take her eyes off of her opponent as she turned her back Alejandra, darting on over to closest set of ring ropes as she did so. Scarlet popped herself between the top and middle coils and then, once on the apron, she pumped her right fist up into the air as she saluted the FAWNatics. They cheered right on back and, emboldened by so much direct adulation, she turned about and grasped the top rope, surging into a leap that would have taken her clean up standing on the same coil for a Springboard assault…
…only for Fernandez, boiling with repressed rage, to burst out of her pained turtling and launch her powerful frame forwards like a projectile. Just as Sinclair was about to take to the air, Alejandra SLAMMED her forearm into the small girl’s chest, both blasting the air right out of her body and sending her hurtling the wrong way back down to earth.
It was purely a bout of fortune that Scarlet didn’t plummet all the way down to the barely padded concrete surrounding the outside of the ring, but the apron, notoriously the hardest part of the squared circle, was no soft landing either. With a loud GRUNT she crashed down upon the edge of the ring across her shoulders and, as she winced with a pained spasm, a protracted groan escaped her lips as she struggled to sit up.
Alejandra, seeing the pain that she had inflicted, was feeling much better about her own aches, but she was far from satisfied with the pound of flesh she had so far extracted. She would not be shown up by another Sinclair, she insisted, she wouldn’t allow it.
Back on her feet, and with Scarlet grounded, Fernandez made some distance before launching into a sprint, one that sent a sea of FAWNatics into shouting out a warning, and one that had only one destination. As she neared the ropes, Alejandra threw herself into a low and dangerous dropkick, one that SLAMMED the soles of her boots into the backside of her stunned opponent and, with Sinclair wincing outside, the Brit was sent flying off the apron and sent CRASHING to the concrete below!
Elbow Smash into Basement Dropkick
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YkDHBRUWLEA
Scarlets landing was far from pretty, the young woman smacking against the cement and rolling several times, finally coming to a stop in a quivering mess. She struggled to get up, but quickly slumped almost immediately after, every fibre in her being wanting to go on strike at the same time.
Alejandra composed herself and, despite protests from the Official, she pulled herself out into no-mans land to follow her opponent for the evening, one who had a great deal to answer for as Fernandez’s private region continued to throb. The crowd tried to will her back with words alone but, as Scarlet was finally able to push herself back up to sitting, there was not a single, solitary thing that anyone watching could do to assist her.
Dropping down to one knee behind Sinclair, Fernandez forcibly lent the Petitely Packaged Brunette to the side, encouraging a wince from the young women, before she inhaled and deep breath and positively UNLEASHED all of her pent-up frustrations by way of a veritable avalanche of elbow smashes! She rained down one after the other in quick succession, her pointed joint driven into Scarlet’s unprotected bosom, spiking her over her heart and driving her into an ever-deepening slump. The far slighter brunette jolted and groaned following every impact, and any thought of defence was lost amongst the blizzard of blows, her own arms hanging limp by her thighs as she grunted in misery.
SHOOT STYLE ELBOW STRIKES
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IyO2ErUD_to
Alejandra finally let up with a shout, surging up to her feet as she did so before the muscle of Bad Reputation regained her composure, settling back down into a state of coldly repressed menace.
Scarlet, left alone for a few moments, had been allowed to slump over sideways as she struggled to regain her breathing, her eyes blinking before she grimaced. With her own manner of petulant pride, the youngest of the Sinclair’s began to roll over, refusing to stay down as she tried to find her hands and feet.
She would never get there, Fernandez scraping the much lighter brunette right off the concrete with a worrying degree of ease, and slinging the ailing, young girl securely across her chest in a crossbody press. She turned about slowly in a small half circle, her new rival suspended meekly within her grasp, the Gladiatrix Photographers more than happy to capture the moment, before she spotted her objective.
Inhaling a deep, steadying breath, she shot off at a sprint like a bull who had sighted red and, before the FAWNatics could protest, she SLAMMED the small of her victims back flush against the outside of a steel ring post!!
Scarlet released an involuntary howl as something in her back popped in the wrong direction, her diminutive, lithe stems kicking out sharply before spasming, the rest of her small frame twitching within Alejandra’s grasp. The Ebony Warrior felt each and every one of her opponents pained shudders, and she decided that it was good.
Turning about once more, to better display the damage that she had inflicted to one of the Upstart Nations beloved citizens, she turned the small brunette up and over before dumping her down onto the concrete, forcing her to sit with her abused back to the ring steps. Sinclair stayed where Alejandra left her, her petite bosom rising and falling sharply, her peepers fluttering to almost closed as Fernandez turned about and strode a good ten paces.
Satisfied by the distance that she had created, the Muscle of Bad Reputation turned sharply about and, either ignoring or being spurned on by the cries of concern from the audience, she launched into a sprint right for the suffering Scarlet…
…only for Sinclair to open her eyes wide (a little more so in alarm than she would ever be willing to admit) and, with a curse not quite finding its way to her lips in time, dived her diminutive mass out of the way!!
Alejandra, bound by the laws of momentum, kept right on going, regardless of the last-minute evasion, and instead of colliding with the soft meat of her foe, her posted knee instead SMASHED into the side of the steel steps! Fernandez cried out in both shock and agony as she flipped ass over head over the top of the ringside furniture, landing in an ungainly heap afterwards, clutching at her spiked limb.
Scarlet, blinking rapidly as she tried to clear her head, latched onto the cheers of the FAWNatics, their chants of support like a lighthouse in the fog that she could use to find her way to safety. She would never, in a month of Sundays, ever admit to her eldest sibling that she had in fact been one hundred percent correct about such a sentiment. Even now, it sounded silly, and she was living it.
With a visible grimace she started to get back up, the small of her back throbbing even as she cradled it, and it was with one final blink that she realised someone else was encroaching on her perceptions.
“SEVEN!!” someone shouted, and Scarlet suddenly realised it was the cute Official.
“EIGHT!!” with a sudden surge of adrenaline, Sinclair was up on her feet and diving beneath the bottom rope and into the ring, much to the audible relief of the FAWNatics. She was back on her feet with a noticeable groan escaping her small body and, as she leant forwards with her hands on her knees, Scarlet delivered the smallest, and most adorable of stink eyes in the direction of the man in black and white.
“Eight?” she queried, clearly incredulous. “You’re trying to tell me, she did all of that, in eight seconds? Do you know what a second is?”
“Don’t be giving me that,” Tim warned, clearly unmoved by what Sinclair evidently envisioned was a fearsome scold, “be thankful that I’m being liberal with the count. Would you prefer to be counted out?”
“No,” Scarlet conceded, and yet was unwilling to give up on her stink eye.
“Good,” Tim asserted, turning his attention back to Fernandez outside the squared circle, preparing to resume his count, “so keep it inside the ring from now on.”
“Sure,” Sinclair relented, delivering a lazy salute, “scouts honour.”
Whether or not she had actually been listening was up for debate however as, as soon as his back was turned, Scarlet was sprinting again, bulling through her pain as only a Babyface good. She hit the opposite set of ring ropes at an impressive velocity and rebounded at even greater speed, heading right back to where she had only just re-entered…
“NINE!!”
…Sinclair launched herself like a missile, flying straight past Tim on her way out of the ring, hurtling herself through the top and middle ropes by way of Suicide Dive!! Alejandra had only just found her way back up to her feet, and she would have perhaps been able to beat the ten count, had the miniature brunette that was her opponent not forcibly thrown all one hundred and ten of her pounds into her body at great speed!
Both young women went down in a heap, much to the delight of the audience, Scarlet clearly making out like a bandit as she was able to roll from the collision and spring back up onto her feet, pumping both of her fists up high and crying out euphorically. The FAWNatics re-joined her cheer in reply, clearly as caught up in the moment as she was.
The Official, however, was not.
“God damn it,” Tim cursed in exasperation, “what did I just say?”
“Get Fernandez back into the ring?” Sinclair questioned, turned about on the spot with a perked brow, “don’t worry, I’ll have her up and in before you can finish your new count.”
She didn’t wait for a rebuttal, not really wanting to hear it (she could make it up to him later if he was of a mind), turning about on the spot and making her way over to the barricade. “What do you think?” she grinned, calling out to those closest, “do you think she’s ready for bed?”
Almost to a man, the crowd shouted in the affirmative.
One in particular, thought otherwise.
Reaching over the obstruction that divided them, that same ‘fan’ grabbed the unsuspecting Scarlet with a double fistful of her hair, yanking the diminutive Brit forwards and positively BOUNCED!! the young women’s unprotected forehead down onto the steel bar!! Sinclair recoiled as though she had hit a landmine, shooting back up to vertical and staring forwards with blank eyes, her peepers wide open and yet vacant, every inch of her lithe physique turning into pudding.
In that moment, the FAWNatics became aware of something that she wouldn’t catch onto until much later after the match, that the ‘fan’ that had stood in front of her was nothing of sort, but was rather the second half of Bad Reputation, the seemingly ‘missing’ Daisy LeMay!!
DAISY LEMAY
“Couldn’t disagree more,” the Babyfaced Killer taunted with the sweetest of smiles, avenging her own, earlier loss at the hands of Scarlet.
Accompanied by protests of the FAWNatics, Daisy lifted her right hand and prodded the top of her index finger against Scarlets forehead, even that small amount of pressure enough to turn the shell-shocked Sinclair about into a drunken stumble. Unfortunately for the Brit, Alejandra was there to catch her, more than recovered enough to collect her delivered bounty.
Slinging one powerful arm about Scarlet’s slender shoulder’s, Fernandez used the other to collect one of the girl’s suddenly complaint stems. With her petite package tightly secured, the Ebony Warrior inhaled a deep breath and then threw herself backwards, heaving her new rival up into the air before, at the apex of her arc, she let the petite grappler go, the youngest of the Sinclair’s sent flying through the air. She SLAMMED against the apron of the ring, a hollow grunt escaping from the young woman before she dropped back down the concrete, her own breathing becoming noticeably laboured.
EXPLODER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SYpm8YM3doM
Alejandra, back on her feet again and moving with a purpose, reached down and GRABBED the ailing Scarlet by the scruff of her neck, peeling her smaller opponent off the deck and shoving her, front first, over the side of the ring. Shoving against the girl’s pert buttocks, she shovelled her foe back into the squared circle and promptly followed suit, albeit entirely under her own power.
“Alejandra,” Tim prompted, his tone seemingly echoing the mounting concern of the watching FAWNatics, “keep it in the ring now, I mean it this time.”
Fernandez suffered his existence with a glare, one that demanded that he back the f**k off while she collected what was owed. In this case, in her mind, was every single inch of Scarlet Sinclair as she peeled the rookie of the canvas and, after sparing her new rival with one last, simmering glare into the other girls own, half lidded peepers, imperiously hupped her miniature mass up and over her strong shoulders, keeping her there by way of Fireman’s carry.
Alejandra turned about in a dominant full circle, milking the moment as she inhaled deeply, savouring the anticipation as she was finally, FINALLY, about to put a Sinclair to bed! With a sudden shout, she shoved her captive cargo skywards before turning the beloved Brit about, keeping her head secure whilst dropping down to the canvas sharply!!
GRINGA KILLER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-rTTptrDNU
With gravity, momentum and Alejandra Fernandez all conspiring to drive her face first into the plywood from both a great height and considerable speed, Scarlet Sinclair had lost consciousness long before the recoil had shot her petite mass back up to kneeling. As such, the miniature brunette toppled sideways without even a hint of hesitation, boneless as she puddled over onto her back, her right thigh twitching before Fernandez collected both of her delectable stems to roll her up in a dominant pin.
Scarlet offered no resistance as the Official dropped to the mat to count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
Alejandra, usually so determined to keep her ever mounting frustrations both restrained and contained, positively launched her way up onto her feet and released an impossibly loud howl of relief. After months of coming up short, she had finally come out on top, just as the Ebony Clad Warrior had claimed, and there wasn’t a single, damn Upstart that could stop her tonight, nor could the disappointment of the FAWNatics dampen her own mood.
She turned about sharply, inhaling deeply, filled with a violent sense of gratification as she zeroed back in on the down and immobile Scarlet. She grabbed the brunette by her mane, fully prepared to yank her back up onto her feet to…
“Hold it!” the Official insisted, desperately attempting to interpose himself before matters could escalate, “that’s enough Fernandez, you’ve won, leave it at that or I reverse the decision!”
Alejandra glared, her fury simmering beneath the surface, her rival limp within her grasp, pudding to be played with…
“Let it go Babe,” Daisy insisted with a peppiness that was every bit as fraudulent as her Babyfaced demeanour, LeMay having abandoned her disguise in the crowd as she ducked into the ring, a hand on her tag team partners shoulder. “Let baby have his bottle,” she belittled the man in black and white, “I think he prefers sloppy seconds. This is your moment, there’s always next time.”
Alejandra nodded slowly, releasing her hold of Scarlet and letting the groaning girl return to earth, her own peepers closed and bosom fitful.
Grabbing Fernandez by her wrist, Daisy raised her partners hand up high in victory, revelling in the disappointment of the FAWNatics.
It had been a long time coming…
