Post by EmmaWoods007 on Mar 25, 2019 19:33:23 GMT
CARLA CRASH Vs. ERIKA EISENBERG
CARLA CRASH
ERIKA EISENBERG
…When Carla Crash launched herself past the blindside of Erika Eisenberg, it was with a considerable amount of pain wracking her own fatigued body that she took to the air. Like a shot fired from a gun she flew through the air and, on her way, she grabbed her foe by her golden locks and utilised every ounce of momentum, gravity and sheer aggression that she could muster to rip the Amazonian Destroyer right off of her feet and SPIKE her face first into the waiting steel steps!!
The rookies own cry was drowned out by the clang of the former IC Champions features bouncing off of the infamous furniture outside of the squared circle, and the FAWNatics winced as the snake skin clad German recoiled with a sharp spasm before slumping. As Carla came down to land upon her backside (far from comfortably herself), Eisenberg was left splayed out across the impromptu platform, her powerful thighs still quivering from the aftershocks of the brutal collision.
Carla scraped herself off the cold concrete, turning herself about without a great deal of ceremony beyond rolling one shoulder and then the other, burying her own, multiple discomforts beneath an avalanche of adrenaline as she zeroed in on upsetting the apple cart with her ‘upset’ victory.
“That’s better, fraulein,” Crash uttered as she grabbed the Perfect Predator at the base of her pony tail and yanked her head backwards, utilising the length of luscious hair as a handle. Eisenberg grunted as her glassy features were exposed to the fresh air, but with no further rebuttal forthcoming, Carla continued to peel her adversary for the evening from the steel steps. With the Official inside of the ring growing increasingly impatient, Crash went on to secure her second handhold on the taller woman’s belt and bum rushed her beneath the bottom rope, sending Erika rolling across the canvas.
Crash followed suit in short order, gritting her teeth in pain as she grasped the coils and hauled herself up onto the apron, ducking between the top and middle ropes as she let herself back in. She grimaced, however momentarily, as Eisenberg was already pushing herself back up off the mat, sliding up onto her hands and knees.
“Oh no you don’t,” Carla insisted, having none of that, the former stuntwoman darting across the ring with a sharp sprint and NAILING the joint of her knee clean across the temple of her opponent! Erika’s head snapped sideways following the sharp strike and swayed up onto her knees, looking for all the world as though she were about to topple right back on over.
Crash, however, was evidently having none of that either as she came to an equally sudden stop, turned about and GRABBED her foe by her pony tail for a second time before she could flop forwards.
“I’m calling the shots now,” Crash asserted her authority, ever mindful of the super athlete’s reputation for resiliency as she pulled her head forwards and shoved it in-between her thighs. With her Headscissor applied, Carla switched her grip to encircle her opponents toned midriff and, with herculean effort, proceeded to hoist the Titanic Terror up and over to sitting upon Crash’s shoulders, “I say when you can fall down.”
The FAWNatics gasped at the display of power over the former IC Champion, and the Gladiatrix Photographers were feeling as equally inclined to capture the moment before Carla bodily threw her involuntary cargo forwards! With a rapid, whiplash descent, Eisenberg was PLANTED!! back first into the deck by way of a Powerbomb, the ring rattling from the impact as her physique shuddered and all by capitulated following the blistering collision.
POWERBOMB PIN: @1:24
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wy-pOPvYFT4&t=382s
Carla retained her grid and, with Erika match booked into a tight ball, leaned her own weight forwards to follow through into a pinfall…
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE…
Eisenberg kicked out, her infamously powerful thighs shoving her long legs to freedom and shoving the bewildered Crash away.
Furiously frustrated, Carla slapped her fist down hard against the canvas before swinging herself about up onto one knee, revealing her own predatory disposition as she glared at her adversary with venomous precision. Erika was dragging herself back up, glorious physique glistening with sweat, and Crash resolved to put her down for good.
Turning about Carla ran for the closest set of ring ropes, colliding with the coils with enough force to send her rebounding back across the ring. Just as Erika was (somehow) finding her feet, Crash jumped and utilised all of her stolen momentum to add an extra bit of kick into a blistering, pointed elbow…
…Eisenberg SNATCHED her out of the air, the Curvaceous Carnivore sleekly spinning about and seizing her prey in the tightest of embraces, her arms ensnaring the younger woman in a brutal squeeze. Carla exhaled a sharp breath that was as equally astonished as it was pained, her eyes wide as she experienced her body being forcibly constricted by Erika for the first time!!
She didn’t have time to process the spine cracking agony that had subdued Champions the world over as Erika continued to pivot, turning both herself and her now unwilling prisoner around in a sharp circle and PLANTING her shoulders first into the mat!! Carla gasped again as her body shook, her own powerful stems kicking up and open about her opponent’s snake skin clad thighs before flopping to the deck.
Carla tried to inhale, but found it was perilously difficult to do so, the muscles in her back spasming as Eisenberg retained her tight embrace, that infamous Bearhug only tightening now that she had her coils snapped shut.
Eisenberg, with a deep, insatiable inhale of her own, slinked her way back up to standing, hoisting the slightly smaller young woman up with her, adjusting her grip meticulously to ensure that there could be so escape. A swift, sharp flex from her biceps enforced a dismayed gasp from the swiftly fading Crash, one that accompanied an involuntary spasm that popped the younger competitors’ legs up to circle Erika’s hips, her arms flopping aimlessly about her thighs.
Erika, her own heart hammering sharply, exhaled deep and heavy breaths against the small of her adversaries exposed neck, feeling the pulse of the proud warrior beating against her lips. Feeling her opponents powerful body capitulating, Eisenberg tightened her snare all the more, holding her foe aloft as she wrung the defiance from her.
Carla tried to raise her arms, but could only fail, her head bobbing sideways and fully exposing her throat as she eyes stared wide into the middle distance, her muscles slackening with alarming swiftness. She slumped with disheartening finality, utterly overwhelmed in short order by one of the most brutal Bearhugs in wrestling, and it was with short, sharp gags that she greeted the Official’s enquiries into her wellbeing.
The man in black and white raised her arm…
ONCE!
TWICE!!
THRICE!!!
…and immediately called for the bell thereafter, confirming that Eisenberg was the victor.
Erika did not release her prize when she was prompted, retaining the embrace as her name was announced over the loud speakers, instead swaying the dominated Carla this way and that as she continued to wring the defiance out of the rookie’s body. It was oh so very sweet, and she wasn’t about to waste any of it.
ALEXIS ATLANTIC Vs. IRMA IRONS
ALEXIS ATLANTIC
IRMA IRONS
…During her first, brief foray through FAWN, there had been little love lost between Alexis Atlantic and her fellow, Hardbody Lightweight, Irma Irons, the two coming to blows even when they were not scheduled to fight one another. It was to no-one’s surprise then, with Alexis storming back into the FAWN ranks, that the duo had wasted equally little time in ensuring that the blood between them remained bad, the proceeding contest for this evening as volatile as everyone would have expected.
What Irma Irons, as the dominant personality of their former feud, had evidently not expected however, was that Alexis would return from her Tour of Duty with the Marines leaner, meaner and a metric ‘F*ck Tonne’ more aggressive!!
The FAWNatics, however, were eating it up as the Little Lioness was going to town on the flat footed, Manchester Malcontent, giving as good as she got as the duo battered one another from one end of the ring to the other. Alexis was in the ascendency as she ducked below a wild haymaker, the miniature blonde turning smartly on the spot as the overbalanced Irons cursed and spat without a great deal of dignity. Securing her would be assailant with a wrist lock, she spun about again and, with a heave, bodily dragged her opponent into a whiplash inducing sprint.
Irons shot off towards the corner and, at the last moment, turned herself about to absorb the jarring impact with the turnbuckles across her shoulders, grunting with as much pain as she did anger. She didn’t have time to inhale however, not as Atlantic immediately stormed right back into the breach, charging across the ring before she launched into a blistering drop kick!!
The soles of her boots caught Irma square across her torso, and she grunted with clenched teeth as she was left with little room to recoil. She slumped to sitting on the middle turnbuckle as her blonde opponent immediately sprang back up to vertical after hitting the deck, the enthused FAWNatics whooping as she turned about, created some distances, and immediately charged again, much to Irma’s mounting frustration.
A second dropkick followed the first, and once again both of her boots were planted square against the target, Iron’s gagging as she was nailed to the turnbuckles behind her, and her legs finally gave out beneath the Marines thunderous salvo.
DOUBLE RUNNING DROPKICKS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1Q8glIux0Y
Alexis still wasn’t letting up, back up on her feet in a heartbeat and beating a fist against her chest as her foul-mouthed adversary had been reduced to sitting in the corner. Pausing just along enough to get those in attendance suitably riled up, Atlantic turned about, sized up her opponent and charged, leaping at the last moment and spreading her legs wide. Grasping the top coils as she began her rapid descent, Alexis swung herself like a pendulum and positively SLAMMED her fantastically firm buttocks down onto Iron’s already pummelled bosom!
ASSALANCHE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jek8naRpbzw
Accompanied by an appreciative POP from the FAWNatics, Atlantic propelled herself away from the breath stealing collision and side stepped enough to allow the savagely recoiling Irma to involuntarily stagger and roll away. The blonde that had been single handily responsible for her breathless state allowed her opponent to regain some measure of distance, seeing to her own needs as she set about climbing the turnbuckles and claiming the high ground.
By the time the Dark-Haired Destroyer had managed to find her own, unsteady footing, her compact body struggling to refill with air, Alexis was already perched upon the highest pedestal inside of the squared circle, and was just waiting for her chance to strike. Irma turning about, and Atlantic launched herself into the air, spreading her firm physique out into a beautiful, Cross Body Splash!!
DIVING CROSS BODY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ej9vJ0t0qxs
…Only for Irons to snatch her from the air at the moment of contact!!
While the collection had been far from steady, Irma back peddling a full step as she compensated for the collision, but it was with a savagely satisfied grin that she now had the All-American Ass Kicker right where she wanted her. The FAWNatics GASPED!! in panic at the sudden reversal, but Alexis was given little time to even struggle before her own, compact frame was suddenly sent plummeting downwards, Iron’s dropping to one knee and SNAPPING her opponent across her posted thigh by way of a brutal Backbreaker!!
With a sharp spasm and mournful convulsion, Alexis Atlantic slumped in her adversary’s assertive grasp as the Weaponised Wolverine resumed her dominance over the Little Lioness, her grin as crooked as it was wide as she smelled blood in the water. Retaining her grasp, she returned to vertical, continuing to carry her now submissive opponent by way of a cross body grasp, before a grunt of effort accompanied her hupping her fellow Hardbody Lightweight up and over onto her shoulders for a Fireman’s Carry.
“Not so uppity now,” Irons spat, inhaling deeply as she turned about on the spot for her own gratification, displaying her trophy to the masses, “are yer bytch?”
Alexis didn’t answer, her pained body pliant, and Irma prepared to flex her biceps and launch her cargo into the dreaded Iron Valley Driver!!
IRON VALLEY DRIVER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cIRSL_p7klg
…Only for Atlantic to slip out of the backdoor the moment Irma prepared to drop!!
Be from a surge of adrenaline, or because the American had been playing possum, no-one but the Little Lioness would ever know for certain, but the FAWNatics only cared that she had been able to drop to the canvas by her own volition as they erupted with hopeful enthusiasm, turning the unbalanced Irons about as she did so.
Irma’s curse was short lived as Alexis went on the offensive, surprising just about everyone as she connected with a perfectly SAVAGE headbutt, Iron’s recoiling as though she had been shot square between the eyes. She staggered backwards, rendered speechless as her dark eyes struggled to regain refocus, Alexis back peddling from the astonishing impact with a pained grimace of her own.
Her faculties, however, were well and truly intact as she dropped her posture low and, much to the delight of the FAWNatics, she punched both of her fists into the air twice. Each of the two thrusts skywards were accompanied by a roof raising chant from the audience, those in attendance taking their cue from the two words stencilled across the back of her form fitting top.
“F*CK!! YEAH!!”
The All-American Ass Kicker launched herself into a sprint and, just as Irma threatened to regain focus, she took to the air, collecting Iron’s compliant noggin in a firm, front face lock as she did so. Momentum was a bytch, as Irma was swiftly being reminded of a she was ripped into a sharp, one eighty spiral before being dragged crown first towards the canvas by way of a blistering, Running Tornado DDT!!
INTO THE BREACH!!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lat__jA0_LM
With the top of head NAILED!! into the mat, Irma recoiled as though the canvas were electrified, stiffening with a sharp spasm before she flopped like a fish, protesting not a single word as Atlantic rolled atop of her and collected both of her legs for…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!
The Official called for the bell and the FAWNatics erupted, accompanying Alexis in a renewed chant as the Little Lioness found her exhausted feet and proceeded to thrust both of fists back up onto the air, the audience more than happy to join in with the celebration.
“F*CK!! YEAH!! F*CK!! YEAH!! F*CK!! YEAH!!”
Satisfied that she had gotten them suitably riled up, the compact blonde left them too it, smirking in satisfaction as she felt every one of her aches and pains, looking down at the groaning Irma.
“FYI, Iron’s,” Atlantic, feeling a distinct lack of warmth for the Weaponised Wolverine, “this time, I’ll see you coming.”
SUMMER HOPKINS Vs. ISABELLA KANE
SUMMER HOPKINS
ISABELLA KANE
…“You are rather tenacious dear, I’ll grant you that,” Isabella soothed with a tone laced with a considerable quantity of condescension. She accented her declaration with a pulsing of her sensuous thighs that wickedly tightened the grip of her long, lithe stems about the slim midriff of her entrapped opponent.
Summer winced involuntarily, her slender shoulders shivering in sympathetic misery for her persistently constricted tummy, her fingers spasming as she tried and failed to reach the ropes. Moans escaped her lips as she was rocked by the smallest movements, her own long legs twitching as she could feel them being gradually robbed of sensation, the young woman grounded in the centre of the ring. Never the less, Baby Hopkins renewed her efforts to reach the ring ropes, even as they remained impossibly out of reach, the stubbornness of the Brit proving to be a mile wide.
“I imagine the common folk find it most endearing,” Isabella went on to observe, almost leisurely leaning back upon her elbows as the lower half of her anatomy unleashed considerable torment of her fellow countrywoman. She cocked her head over so slightly over her shoulder to observe the FAWNatics in questions and, indeed, the Aristocratic Brit could indeed deduce the beloved support they were showering Summer with, seemingly oblivious how low in status she was within English Society. Ignorance, it seemed, truly was a universal state.
“Personally, I find it rather tiresome,” she continued to coo with a needling tone, reaching over to stroke her victim’s blonde mane.
Summer, with a reddening of her cheeks and a scrunching of her nose pooled her waning resolve and swatted at the offending paw, striking with more vigour that Kane had been expecting. In reply, Isabella’s placid expression turned considerably more venomous as she immediately retaliated to the indignity, squeezing her thighs all the TIGHTER before balling up a fist and STRIKING the Supergirl of Sheffield square against her temple.
Stunned, Summer’s head flopped to the canvas as her lithe physique continued to writhe and shiver within the embrace of the vindictively tight bodyscissor, at least until Isabella saw fit to release her. With a dismissive punt from her right heel, Kane shoved the suddenly gasping Hopkins away, the young woman inhaling deeply now that she could reclaim some air.
Isabella, however, was being far from charitable as she was instead positioning her adversary for a swift and brutal reprimand. Turning the gasping Summer about, she bullied the painfully young blonde back up to vertical before she could catch her breath and slid up against her side, securing one of the girls arms up and over her shoulders, she then ensnared Hopkin’s left stem with her right, before Kane WHIPPED both of the leggy Brits backwards towards the canvas!!
SIDE RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HBGYhh0D2lY
For Summer, her head and shoulders lead the way into the mat, and the barely yielding plywood was there to great her, knocking the Supergirl of Sheffield senseless as the FAWNatics looked away in sympathy. Isabella had none to spare herself as followed the swift landing with equally sleek movements, slinking her way up and over to straddle hips with her own thighs, and pressing her palms down against the blonde’s shoulders.
ONE!
TWO!!
Summer shoved up a limb!
Those watching greeted her determination with a cheer.
Kane greeted Hopkin’s defiance with a swift slap to her cheek.
“Very well,” Isabella reprimanded with a scornful glint in her eyes as she surrendered her perch and, with a firm fistful of her opponent’s mane, yanked her back up to standing. “Be well aware that this is your own doing,” she explained as she pulled Summer forwards into a firm, front headlock, grabbing the girls belt to hoist her long legs up to wrap around Kane’s waiting hips. With the crowd favourite tightly packaged in a precarious position, her pert buttocks were pointed outwards towards the watching FAWNatics, the words stencilled across her toosh front and centre for the hard camera.
‘YOU WISH!!’
“I must admit, I rather do,” Isabella confessed as though the two sublime athletes were sharing some manner of taboo secret, just before she THREW herself backwards, positively SPIKING Summer’s crown into the deck by way of a brutal, Cradle DDT!!
DETHRONED
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2nQPYmx1sHQ
Even tightly compacted as she was, the Supergirl of Sheffield stiffened from head to toe before she slumped into a boneless heap, Isabelle free to roll the other young Brit over at her leisure. Securing both of those lithe stems, Kane kept Hopkins curled up neatly, her buttocks still pointed enticingly towards the hard camera (and soon to take centre stage on a best-selling poster), the Official dropping back down to the canvas to renew his count.
“Perhaps you will see fit to indulge me, when this whole affair is over.”
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
“Or perhaps I will simply take it,” Isabella continued to coo as the Announcer confirmed her victory, all to the FAWNatics disappointment. She released Summers stems and watched as they dropped to the canvas, before sleekly rolling herself over to straddle her adversaries’ hips, embracing them between her powerful thighs. She smirked, domineering in her straddle of her fellow Brit, spreading her arms out wide to accept her well-deserved accolades and leaning her head backwards, rocking her own sex ever so slightly.
“As I do with all things that I desire.”
CARLA CRASH
ERIKA EISENBERG
…When Carla Crash launched herself past the blindside of Erika Eisenberg, it was with a considerable amount of pain wracking her own fatigued body that she took to the air. Like a shot fired from a gun she flew through the air and, on her way, she grabbed her foe by her golden locks and utilised every ounce of momentum, gravity and sheer aggression that she could muster to rip the Amazonian Destroyer right off of her feet and SPIKE her face first into the waiting steel steps!!
The rookies own cry was drowned out by the clang of the former IC Champions features bouncing off of the infamous furniture outside of the squared circle, and the FAWNatics winced as the snake skin clad German recoiled with a sharp spasm before slumping. As Carla came down to land upon her backside (far from comfortably herself), Eisenberg was left splayed out across the impromptu platform, her powerful thighs still quivering from the aftershocks of the brutal collision.
Carla scraped herself off the cold concrete, turning herself about without a great deal of ceremony beyond rolling one shoulder and then the other, burying her own, multiple discomforts beneath an avalanche of adrenaline as she zeroed in on upsetting the apple cart with her ‘upset’ victory.
“That’s better, fraulein,” Crash uttered as she grabbed the Perfect Predator at the base of her pony tail and yanked her head backwards, utilising the length of luscious hair as a handle. Eisenberg grunted as her glassy features were exposed to the fresh air, but with no further rebuttal forthcoming, Carla continued to peel her adversary for the evening from the steel steps. With the Official inside of the ring growing increasingly impatient, Crash went on to secure her second handhold on the taller woman’s belt and bum rushed her beneath the bottom rope, sending Erika rolling across the canvas.
Crash followed suit in short order, gritting her teeth in pain as she grasped the coils and hauled herself up onto the apron, ducking between the top and middle ropes as she let herself back in. She grimaced, however momentarily, as Eisenberg was already pushing herself back up off the mat, sliding up onto her hands and knees.
“Oh no you don’t,” Carla insisted, having none of that, the former stuntwoman darting across the ring with a sharp sprint and NAILING the joint of her knee clean across the temple of her opponent! Erika’s head snapped sideways following the sharp strike and swayed up onto her knees, looking for all the world as though she were about to topple right back on over.
Crash, however, was evidently having none of that either as she came to an equally sudden stop, turned about and GRABBED her foe by her pony tail for a second time before she could flop forwards.
“I’m calling the shots now,” Crash asserted her authority, ever mindful of the super athlete’s reputation for resiliency as she pulled her head forwards and shoved it in-between her thighs. With her Headscissor applied, Carla switched her grip to encircle her opponents toned midriff and, with herculean effort, proceeded to hoist the Titanic Terror up and over to sitting upon Crash’s shoulders, “I say when you can fall down.”
The FAWNatics gasped at the display of power over the former IC Champion, and the Gladiatrix Photographers were feeling as equally inclined to capture the moment before Carla bodily threw her involuntary cargo forwards! With a rapid, whiplash descent, Eisenberg was PLANTED!! back first into the deck by way of a Powerbomb, the ring rattling from the impact as her physique shuddered and all by capitulated following the blistering collision.
POWERBOMB PIN: @1:24
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wy-pOPvYFT4&t=382s
Carla retained her grid and, with Erika match booked into a tight ball, leaned her own weight forwards to follow through into a pinfall…
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE…
Eisenberg kicked out, her infamously powerful thighs shoving her long legs to freedom and shoving the bewildered Crash away.
Furiously frustrated, Carla slapped her fist down hard against the canvas before swinging herself about up onto one knee, revealing her own predatory disposition as she glared at her adversary with venomous precision. Erika was dragging herself back up, glorious physique glistening with sweat, and Crash resolved to put her down for good.
Turning about Carla ran for the closest set of ring ropes, colliding with the coils with enough force to send her rebounding back across the ring. Just as Erika was (somehow) finding her feet, Crash jumped and utilised all of her stolen momentum to add an extra bit of kick into a blistering, pointed elbow…
…Eisenberg SNATCHED her out of the air, the Curvaceous Carnivore sleekly spinning about and seizing her prey in the tightest of embraces, her arms ensnaring the younger woman in a brutal squeeze. Carla exhaled a sharp breath that was as equally astonished as it was pained, her eyes wide as she experienced her body being forcibly constricted by Erika for the first time!!
She didn’t have time to process the spine cracking agony that had subdued Champions the world over as Erika continued to pivot, turning both herself and her now unwilling prisoner around in a sharp circle and PLANTING her shoulders first into the mat!! Carla gasped again as her body shook, her own powerful stems kicking up and open about her opponent’s snake skin clad thighs before flopping to the deck.
Carla tried to inhale, but found it was perilously difficult to do so, the muscles in her back spasming as Eisenberg retained her tight embrace, that infamous Bearhug only tightening now that she had her coils snapped shut.
Eisenberg, with a deep, insatiable inhale of her own, slinked her way back up to standing, hoisting the slightly smaller young woman up with her, adjusting her grip meticulously to ensure that there could be so escape. A swift, sharp flex from her biceps enforced a dismayed gasp from the swiftly fading Crash, one that accompanied an involuntary spasm that popped the younger competitors’ legs up to circle Erika’s hips, her arms flopping aimlessly about her thighs.
Erika, her own heart hammering sharply, exhaled deep and heavy breaths against the small of her adversaries exposed neck, feeling the pulse of the proud warrior beating against her lips. Feeling her opponents powerful body capitulating, Eisenberg tightened her snare all the more, holding her foe aloft as she wrung the defiance from her.
Carla tried to raise her arms, but could only fail, her head bobbing sideways and fully exposing her throat as she eyes stared wide into the middle distance, her muscles slackening with alarming swiftness. She slumped with disheartening finality, utterly overwhelmed in short order by one of the most brutal Bearhugs in wrestling, and it was with short, sharp gags that she greeted the Official’s enquiries into her wellbeing.
The man in black and white raised her arm…
ONCE!
TWICE!!
THRICE!!!
…and immediately called for the bell thereafter, confirming that Eisenberg was the victor.
Erika did not release her prize when she was prompted, retaining the embrace as her name was announced over the loud speakers, instead swaying the dominated Carla this way and that as she continued to wring the defiance out of the rookie’s body. It was oh so very sweet, and she wasn’t about to waste any of it.
ALEXIS ATLANTIC Vs. IRMA IRONS
ALEXIS ATLANTIC
IRMA IRONS
…During her first, brief foray through FAWN, there had been little love lost between Alexis Atlantic and her fellow, Hardbody Lightweight, Irma Irons, the two coming to blows even when they were not scheduled to fight one another. It was to no-one’s surprise then, with Alexis storming back into the FAWN ranks, that the duo had wasted equally little time in ensuring that the blood between them remained bad, the proceeding contest for this evening as volatile as everyone would have expected.
What Irma Irons, as the dominant personality of their former feud, had evidently not expected however, was that Alexis would return from her Tour of Duty with the Marines leaner, meaner and a metric ‘F*ck Tonne’ more aggressive!!
The FAWNatics, however, were eating it up as the Little Lioness was going to town on the flat footed, Manchester Malcontent, giving as good as she got as the duo battered one another from one end of the ring to the other. Alexis was in the ascendency as she ducked below a wild haymaker, the miniature blonde turning smartly on the spot as the overbalanced Irons cursed and spat without a great deal of dignity. Securing her would be assailant with a wrist lock, she spun about again and, with a heave, bodily dragged her opponent into a whiplash inducing sprint.
Irons shot off towards the corner and, at the last moment, turned herself about to absorb the jarring impact with the turnbuckles across her shoulders, grunting with as much pain as she did anger. She didn’t have time to inhale however, not as Atlantic immediately stormed right back into the breach, charging across the ring before she launched into a blistering drop kick!!
The soles of her boots caught Irma square across her torso, and she grunted with clenched teeth as she was left with little room to recoil. She slumped to sitting on the middle turnbuckle as her blonde opponent immediately sprang back up to vertical after hitting the deck, the enthused FAWNatics whooping as she turned about, created some distances, and immediately charged again, much to Irma’s mounting frustration.
A second dropkick followed the first, and once again both of her boots were planted square against the target, Iron’s gagging as she was nailed to the turnbuckles behind her, and her legs finally gave out beneath the Marines thunderous salvo.
DOUBLE RUNNING DROPKICKS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1Q8glIux0Y
Alexis still wasn’t letting up, back up on her feet in a heartbeat and beating a fist against her chest as her foul-mouthed adversary had been reduced to sitting in the corner. Pausing just along enough to get those in attendance suitably riled up, Atlantic turned about, sized up her opponent and charged, leaping at the last moment and spreading her legs wide. Grasping the top coils as she began her rapid descent, Alexis swung herself like a pendulum and positively SLAMMED her fantastically firm buttocks down onto Iron’s already pummelled bosom!
ASSALANCHE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jek8naRpbzw
Accompanied by an appreciative POP from the FAWNatics, Atlantic propelled herself away from the breath stealing collision and side stepped enough to allow the savagely recoiling Irma to involuntarily stagger and roll away. The blonde that had been single handily responsible for her breathless state allowed her opponent to regain some measure of distance, seeing to her own needs as she set about climbing the turnbuckles and claiming the high ground.
By the time the Dark-Haired Destroyer had managed to find her own, unsteady footing, her compact body struggling to refill with air, Alexis was already perched upon the highest pedestal inside of the squared circle, and was just waiting for her chance to strike. Irma turning about, and Atlantic launched herself into the air, spreading her firm physique out into a beautiful, Cross Body Splash!!
DIVING CROSS BODY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ej9vJ0t0qxs
…Only for Irons to snatch her from the air at the moment of contact!!
While the collection had been far from steady, Irma back peddling a full step as she compensated for the collision, but it was with a savagely satisfied grin that she now had the All-American Ass Kicker right where she wanted her. The FAWNatics GASPED!! in panic at the sudden reversal, but Alexis was given little time to even struggle before her own, compact frame was suddenly sent plummeting downwards, Iron’s dropping to one knee and SNAPPING her opponent across her posted thigh by way of a brutal Backbreaker!!
With a sharp spasm and mournful convulsion, Alexis Atlantic slumped in her adversary’s assertive grasp as the Weaponised Wolverine resumed her dominance over the Little Lioness, her grin as crooked as it was wide as she smelled blood in the water. Retaining her grasp, she returned to vertical, continuing to carry her now submissive opponent by way of a cross body grasp, before a grunt of effort accompanied her hupping her fellow Hardbody Lightweight up and over onto her shoulders for a Fireman’s Carry.
“Not so uppity now,” Irons spat, inhaling deeply as she turned about on the spot for her own gratification, displaying her trophy to the masses, “are yer bytch?”
Alexis didn’t answer, her pained body pliant, and Irma prepared to flex her biceps and launch her cargo into the dreaded Iron Valley Driver!!
IRON VALLEY DRIVER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cIRSL_p7klg
…Only for Atlantic to slip out of the backdoor the moment Irma prepared to drop!!
Be from a surge of adrenaline, or because the American had been playing possum, no-one but the Little Lioness would ever know for certain, but the FAWNatics only cared that she had been able to drop to the canvas by her own volition as they erupted with hopeful enthusiasm, turning the unbalanced Irons about as she did so.
Irma’s curse was short lived as Alexis went on the offensive, surprising just about everyone as she connected with a perfectly SAVAGE headbutt, Iron’s recoiling as though she had been shot square between the eyes. She staggered backwards, rendered speechless as her dark eyes struggled to regain refocus, Alexis back peddling from the astonishing impact with a pained grimace of her own.
Her faculties, however, were well and truly intact as she dropped her posture low and, much to the delight of the FAWNatics, she punched both of her fists into the air twice. Each of the two thrusts skywards were accompanied by a roof raising chant from the audience, those in attendance taking their cue from the two words stencilled across the back of her form fitting top.
“F*CK!! YEAH!!”
The All-American Ass Kicker launched herself into a sprint and, just as Irma threatened to regain focus, she took to the air, collecting Iron’s compliant noggin in a firm, front face lock as she did so. Momentum was a bytch, as Irma was swiftly being reminded of a she was ripped into a sharp, one eighty spiral before being dragged crown first towards the canvas by way of a blistering, Running Tornado DDT!!
INTO THE BREACH!!
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With the top of head NAILED!! into the mat, Irma recoiled as though the canvas were electrified, stiffening with a sharp spasm before she flopped like a fish, protesting not a single word as Atlantic rolled atop of her and collected both of her legs for…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!
The Official called for the bell and the FAWNatics erupted, accompanying Alexis in a renewed chant as the Little Lioness found her exhausted feet and proceeded to thrust both of fists back up onto the air, the audience more than happy to join in with the celebration.
“F*CK!! YEAH!! F*CK!! YEAH!! F*CK!! YEAH!!”
Satisfied that she had gotten them suitably riled up, the compact blonde left them too it, smirking in satisfaction as she felt every one of her aches and pains, looking down at the groaning Irma.
“FYI, Iron’s,” Atlantic, feeling a distinct lack of warmth for the Weaponised Wolverine, “this time, I’ll see you coming.”
SUMMER HOPKINS Vs. ISABELLA KANE
SUMMER HOPKINS
ISABELLA KANE
…“You are rather tenacious dear, I’ll grant you that,” Isabella soothed with a tone laced with a considerable quantity of condescension. She accented her declaration with a pulsing of her sensuous thighs that wickedly tightened the grip of her long, lithe stems about the slim midriff of her entrapped opponent.
Summer winced involuntarily, her slender shoulders shivering in sympathetic misery for her persistently constricted tummy, her fingers spasming as she tried and failed to reach the ropes. Moans escaped her lips as she was rocked by the smallest movements, her own long legs twitching as she could feel them being gradually robbed of sensation, the young woman grounded in the centre of the ring. Never the less, Baby Hopkins renewed her efforts to reach the ring ropes, even as they remained impossibly out of reach, the stubbornness of the Brit proving to be a mile wide.
“I imagine the common folk find it most endearing,” Isabella went on to observe, almost leisurely leaning back upon her elbows as the lower half of her anatomy unleashed considerable torment of her fellow countrywoman. She cocked her head over so slightly over her shoulder to observe the FAWNatics in questions and, indeed, the Aristocratic Brit could indeed deduce the beloved support they were showering Summer with, seemingly oblivious how low in status she was within English Society. Ignorance, it seemed, truly was a universal state.
“Personally, I find it rather tiresome,” she continued to coo with a needling tone, reaching over to stroke her victim’s blonde mane.
Summer, with a reddening of her cheeks and a scrunching of her nose pooled her waning resolve and swatted at the offending paw, striking with more vigour that Kane had been expecting. In reply, Isabella’s placid expression turned considerably more venomous as she immediately retaliated to the indignity, squeezing her thighs all the TIGHTER before balling up a fist and STRIKING the Supergirl of Sheffield square against her temple.
Stunned, Summer’s head flopped to the canvas as her lithe physique continued to writhe and shiver within the embrace of the vindictively tight bodyscissor, at least until Isabella saw fit to release her. With a dismissive punt from her right heel, Kane shoved the suddenly gasping Hopkins away, the young woman inhaling deeply now that she could reclaim some air.
Isabella, however, was being far from charitable as she was instead positioning her adversary for a swift and brutal reprimand. Turning the gasping Summer about, she bullied the painfully young blonde back up to vertical before she could catch her breath and slid up against her side, securing one of the girls arms up and over her shoulders, she then ensnared Hopkin’s left stem with her right, before Kane WHIPPED both of the leggy Brits backwards towards the canvas!!
SIDE RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP
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For Summer, her head and shoulders lead the way into the mat, and the barely yielding plywood was there to great her, knocking the Supergirl of Sheffield senseless as the FAWNatics looked away in sympathy. Isabella had none to spare herself as followed the swift landing with equally sleek movements, slinking her way up and over to straddle hips with her own thighs, and pressing her palms down against the blonde’s shoulders.
ONE!
TWO!!
Summer shoved up a limb!
Those watching greeted her determination with a cheer.
Kane greeted Hopkin’s defiance with a swift slap to her cheek.
“Very well,” Isabella reprimanded with a scornful glint in her eyes as she surrendered her perch and, with a firm fistful of her opponent’s mane, yanked her back up to standing. “Be well aware that this is your own doing,” she explained as she pulled Summer forwards into a firm, front headlock, grabbing the girls belt to hoist her long legs up to wrap around Kane’s waiting hips. With the crowd favourite tightly packaged in a precarious position, her pert buttocks were pointed outwards towards the watching FAWNatics, the words stencilled across her toosh front and centre for the hard camera.
‘YOU WISH!!’
“I must admit, I rather do,” Isabella confessed as though the two sublime athletes were sharing some manner of taboo secret, just before she THREW herself backwards, positively SPIKING Summer’s crown into the deck by way of a brutal, Cradle DDT!!
DETHRONED
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Even tightly compacted as she was, the Supergirl of Sheffield stiffened from head to toe before she slumped into a boneless heap, Isabelle free to roll the other young Brit over at her leisure. Securing both of those lithe stems, Kane kept Hopkins curled up neatly, her buttocks still pointed enticingly towards the hard camera (and soon to take centre stage on a best-selling poster), the Official dropping back down to the canvas to renew his count.
“Perhaps you will see fit to indulge me, when this whole affair is over.”
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
“Or perhaps I will simply take it,” Isabella continued to coo as the Announcer confirmed her victory, all to the FAWNatics disappointment. She released Summers stems and watched as they dropped to the canvas, before sleekly rolling herself over to straddle her adversaries’ hips, embracing them between her powerful thighs. She smirked, domineering in her straddle of her fellow Brit, spreading her arms out wide to accept her well-deserved accolades and leaning her head backwards, rocking her own sex ever so slightly.
“As I do with all things that I desire.”
