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SAMANTHA SINCLAIR Vs. MARVELA MARCILLE
SAMANTHA SINCLAIR
MARVELA MARCILLE
…Marvela was in her element now, which was to say, she was on top. Quite literally in this case, straddling her opponent with their lithe legs intertwined, trim tummies pressed up together and her fingers interlaced with her rivals, holding the hands of Samantha Sinclair down against the mat above her head. Their lips were almost touching, so close was Marcille staring into the half-lidded peepers of the People’s Princess, relishing how impotent she had rendered her forcibly submissive adversary.
She was visibly shivering with anticipation as the Official dropped to the canvas to begin his count.
ONE!
TWO!!
THR…
Sammie pushed up a shoulder, however meekly, the Loyalist Legionnaires in attendance roaring with approval regardless, collectively willing the Upstart Supreme to power on through to victory in this physically demanding contest. Largely side lined since FAWNMANIA after hurling herself from the top of a steel cage in order to secure victory, Sinclair’s return to the squared circle was proving to be yet another trial by fire, one that Marvela was determined that she would fail.
“WHAT!?!” Marcille vocally protested, jabbing her index finger into the chest of the Official for failing to ‘count correctly’, the youthful brunette having shot up to her knees to launch into her accusation. “Three, you simpering twit, what manner of chimp are you? One! Two!! Three!!!”
She slapped her palms together rapidly three times in succession to demonstrate her point, still straddling the compliant hips of her successor, the ‘Original’ People’s Princess seething with such intensity, her features were almost the same shade of crimson as her attire. She had failed to anticipate that her impromptu demonstration would have unintended consequences, the FAWNatics in the arena following her lead and bringing their own hands together now in a rapid, three beat rhythm, one that was designed to invigorate one of their most beloved Babyfaces.
It was the Upstart Nations declaration of war.
“Oh spare me,” Marcille rolled her eyes, the self-styled, ‘Perfect’ Princess turning herself about and seizing her baby brown eyed, ‘People’s’ counterpart by her mane of chocolate curls, before forcibly BOUNCING her noggin off the canvas…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…times, rapidly returning the Little Sparrow back into her submissive state. In all likelihood, she probably should have reapplied her pin attempt there and then, but she wasn’t yet satisfied that she had gotten her point across. She stood up, the petite brunette half the size of the man in black and white, and yet her accusatory tone was sharp enough to force him to back pedal.
“See!?!” Marcille swung out her arms in exasperation to encompass the packed arena, “even these, verminous ingrates get it. Perhaps you could take a page out of their book, and exercise some basic math, yes?”
“Marvela…” he began.
“Good!!” Marcille snapped, simply assuming that he would agree with her, “let’s get on with it then, shall we?”
She turned about briskly on the spot and, much to her wide-eyed alarm, her gold clad opponent was not only back on her feet, but was also launching into a blistering Sammie Kick!!
Marcille had found herself on the wrong end of that particular boot before, and the outcome had not been to her liking, and so it was with considerable relief that her reflexes saved her on this occasion. Ducking at the last possible moment, the crimson clad grappler slid beneath the match winning strike and, instincts coming to the fore, she THREW her forearm upwards and SLAMMED it into Sammie’s exposed (and much coveted) sex!
LOW BLOW: @7:40
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VsipdPIYW8g&t=477s
Wincing with a sharp spasm, one that was matched by each and every member of the Loyalist Legionnaires, Sinclair released and involuntary yelp and, after momentarily popping up onto the tip toes of her standing boot, she collapsed to her shapely buttocks in a paralysed heap.
With her hands tucked beneath her thighs, she was in little position to prevent the intensely smug Marvela from twirling back up onto her own feet and strutting on over to her blindside. Marcille thrust her arms out wide once more, as though she were the hottest shit in town and, after mocking the FAWNatics with a ‘boohoo’ expression, turned about sharply and launched into a sprint.
At the last moment she leapt and, despite the warnings from the Legionnaires, there was to be no evasion on Sinclair’s part tonight as both of her rivals’ knees SLAMMED into the back of her exposed noggin!!
DOUBLE KNEE TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t0LxLIK4B3E
Already sitting, Sammie was forcibly snapped forwards by the impact before her body overcompensated for the collision by springing her backwards again. Well and truly shell shocked with her shoulders bouncing against the mat, the People’s Princess winced as the tips of her boots twitched, the young woman splayed out with one knee pointed towards the rafters.
Marcille wasted no time in claiming that delectable stem as her own, going so far as to kiss it possessively before rolling her successor up into a tight pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE…
Sammie shoved up a shoulder, this time with more authority than before, much to Marvela’s mounting irritation.
“THREE!!!” she insisted, holding up her digits to the Officials face, close enough to shove one up his nose if she were of a mind.
“Two and a half,” the man in black and white corrected.
Marcella would have persisted in correcting him, had she not screamed in frustration instead.
She returned to her feet as Sammie remained otherwise splayed out on the canvas, precisely where she ‘belonged’ in her opponent’s estimation, regardless of her unwillingness to surrender.
“Fine,” Marcille threw up her hands after expelling a sharp huff, “allow me to demonstrate.”
Turning her back on the man in black and white, the girl wrapped in crimson sauntered her way on over to the waiting ring ropes, ducking herself between the top and middle to arrive on the apron. The FAWNatics didn’t like where this was going, not as she raised her hands up onto the air and, with an impenetrable air of smug satisfaction, pointed down to her own noggin three times in quick succession, mouthing her personal motto to one and all.
“ITS! MY!! TIME!!!”
Satisfied that she had suitably made her point, Marvela turned herself about and, finding Sammie still splayed out exactly where the other brunette had left her, proceeded to grasp the top coil. Swaying her booty this way and that, knowing that it was what they all wanted, she leaned backwards before vaulting herself up and over the top rope. She landed with pitch perfect precision and then sprung her delectably lithe frame…
… straight into a Sammie kick!!
The FAWNatics erupted as the clearly fatigued Upstart Supreme had returned to vertical with the tenacity possessed by only the most Babyfaced of Factions, forcibly PLANTING the sole of her boot flush beneath the jaw of her astonished foe with a wicked CRACK!!
SHOWING OFF/SAMMIE KICK INTERCEPTION: @0:29
www.youtube.com/watch?v=J7mYBWVjTyo
Perhaps she had tapped into the last reserves of vigour that she still possessed, for Sinclair herself almost collapsed following her own connection, the People’s Princess struggling to remain on both feet. Indeed, as she all but stumbled in a half full circle, the Bright-Eyed Wonder came about only to find that Marcille had only dropped to one knee from the impact.
Somewhat surprised by the resiliency of her rival, Sammie shook her head in a painfully endearing fashion, looking out to the Legionnaires as though she required them to provide confirmation. Sensing that the fatigued, Upstart Supreme was still in a state of momentary stupor, they provided it and Sinclair shrugged in understanding.
Just as Marvela was desperately trying to blink her own senses back to where they were supposed to be, she was ill prepared for the third Sammie Kick to be thrust in her direction tonight. Unfortunately for her, much like the second, it connected square and true, snapping her head backwards and forcing her to puddle in a boneless heap.
Sinclair did not so much a drop down over her opponent to secure a pinfall and she did fall, Sammie tumbling atop her adversary and possessing just enough awareness to press her predecessors’ shoulders down on the mat for…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
Proving that the Official could indeed reach that most converted of numbers.
The FAWNatics erupted in approval as Sammie secured a hard-fought victory, and it was with cobwebs beginning to clear that she returned groggily to vertical. The Official was there to help her on her way, and it was with a great deal of gratitude that he supported much of her weight as he held her hand high in victory.
“I didn’t jump through a table, did I?” she queried in hushed whispers.
“Not tonight,” the Official confirmed.
“Oh good,” Sinclair nodded, blinking several times as she did so, “Wendy would kill me.”
MARY SINCLAIR Vs. SCARLET SINCLAIR
MARY SINCLAIR
SCARLET SINCLAIR
…Given that Mary’s defining character trait was often considered to be meek, the miniature red head could be surprisingly excitable when the mood struck her. She stood at centre ring, her little sibling Scarlet Sinclair busy being buried in the corner, wracked with uncertainty as she spied an opportunity to strike, and looking to the FAWNatics in search of confirmation.
They responded in the affirmative, although they were behoved to choose sides between the two youngest members of the Upstart Nation, and that was enough to reignite the competitive streak that dwelled within the heart of all the Sinclair sisters.
With the smallest of yeeps, Mary hopped up and down for several moments as the occasion and the atmosphere got the better of her, momentarily overriding the insecurities of the introvert before she pointed dramatically towards the planted Scarlet and following it up with a sprint. With a pitter patter of her (totally lucky) sneakers, the Whirlwind Wonder zeroed in on her target and leapt, the brunette on the wrong end of her assault opening her eyes in time to find a flying knee planted right between her peepers!
JUMPING KNEE STRIKE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZEN9_6F-Pk
Scarlet released a not entirely flattering grunt as her head was forcibly snapped backwards, and the recoil was severe enough to send her stumbling out of the corner and out into no man’s land.
With a deft little sidestep, Mary let her pass, and proceeded to snuggle her own miniature mass up into the corner, both hopping and climbing her way up to the top turnbuckle. She waited just long enough upon her new-found perch for Scarlet to stumble in a full half circle before a giggle threatened to escape her small body, the girl biting on her lip to stop herself from doing so, before she leapt into flight.
She dived across the ring, snagging her bewildered sibling in a frantic front headlock and slinging her athletic stems about her waste, preparing to swing all of her weight backwards to complete a blistering, high flying DDT…
…Only for Scarlet to refuse to play her part (understandably, given where her head would end up), the miniature brunette planting her diminutive stature and, before anyone could react (especially Mary herself), she immediately set about reversing her predicament. Holding the red head aloft, Scarlet secured a front headlock of her own and, after securing her siblings thigh, proceeded to pop the girls stems free before twisting and whipping her about in a jaw dropping, Spinning Neckbreaker!!
JUMPING DDT/SPINNING NECKBREAKER: @6:37
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SObNk3nM73A&t=1s
Both girls went down to the canvas with a noticeable THUMP, but Mary was by far on the wrong end of it, her right leg spasming before she settled in a heap, Scarlet rolling atop of her to secure a pin.
ONE!
TW0!!
THR…
Mary threw up a shoulder with a patented Sinclair shout, rolling over onto her side as Scarlet was popped up to sitting.
The Official half expected to immediately receive some manner rebuttal, but Scarlet was seemingly in no condition herself to deliver one. Instead, the compact brunette was busy shaking her head before sneezing, blinking her peepers several times as though she were trying to clear out the cobwebs. Looking backwards over her shoulder, her expression betrayed her surprise to find her sister where she was, and her mannerisms suggested that she wasn’t entirely in the know as to how exactly Mary had ended up in such a heap.
If the momentary gap in her memory was something to be concerned about, Scarlet didn’t show it, merely shrugging instead and accepting this new state of affairs with a smirk. Evidently, she really was that much of an ass kicker as she set about returning to vertical, something she noted Mary was busy doing also.
Scarlet expected nothing else (everyone, it seemed, was as stubborn as all get out in this family), and so she set off for the furthest set of ring ropes, throwing herself into the them so that the rubber coated steel could provide a wicked rebound. She returned to centre ring at blistering speeds and, as she passed, delivered a pitch perfect flying knee of her own to the waiting cheek of her middle sibling, knocking her fellow lightweight sideways.
Mary remained standing, however precariously, and Scarlet was admittedly slightly miffed given how much ‘oomph’ she’d put behind the blow, but it wasn’t a complete waste. Not as she ducked between the top and middle ropes and turned herself about onto the apron. Spying a cute looking boy paying a considerable amount of attention to her in the front row, she flashed him an inviting wink and delivered a spank to her own booty for good measure before returning to business, her eyes now only for her swaying sister.
Scarlet raised her hands up high and pumped her index fingers towards the ceiling a full three times, riling the FAWNatics up before she grasped the top coil and leaned backwards. After popping the entirety of her miniature mass, the brunette flung herself back into the squared circle by way of slingshot, preparing to…
…Mary blinked her own way back to some semblance of coherency and, at the last moment, leapt into the air herself!! She snagged her airborne little sister by the noggin and, after spreading her own legs out wide, proceeding to positively PLANT!! Scarlets features into the canvas by way of a hellacious Sit Out Facebuster!!
SLINGSHOT SPEAR/FACEBUSTER REVERSAL: @4:42
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2Bx0v3uRjI&t=238s
The ring rattled as a duo of Sinclair’s connected with the canvas, but it was Scarlet who recoiled as though she had been shot, ricocheting off plywood before popping over onto her back. With a brunette reduced to a pliant heap, Mary wasted no time in securing the girls shoulders to the canvas for…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…the bell swiftly following and declaring her the winner!!
Filled with considerable relief and fair quantity of delight, Mary popped up onto her feet with an excessively loud YEEP!! as she thrust her hands up into the air in joy. Her apple cheeks immediately turned an embarrassed shade of crimson and, had the Official not been there to keep her hand aloft, she would have instantly retreated back into herself.
Never the less, she remained giddy in the face of success and, as she looked down at her little sibling, she did feel a tiny bit bad for planting her face into the plywood, the red head biting her bottom lip as she hoped the brunette wouldn’t hold it against her.
Sinclair’s were, after all, far too competitive for their own good.
ERIKA EISENBERG Vs. AMANDA DARK[/u]
ERIKA EISENBERG
AMANDA DARK
…The cry released from Amanda Dark was as loud as it was involuntary, the Mother of Storms ensnared within the debilitating embrace of the Curvaceous Carnivore, Erika Eisenberg. Amanda’s own powerful shoulders spasmed as her adversaries’ forearms synched together within the small of her back, wrenching the Bearhug even tighter as the savage pulse ejected all of the remaining air from her body. The dark-haired veteran audibly GASPED!! as she shook and shivered, her head popping backwards as she was mercilessly wrenched and squeezed, her efforts coming up short as she failed to escape the embrace of the domineering blonde.
“Give it too me,” Eisenberg cooed, her lips tracing the sweat slick contours of her proud adversaries exposed throat, her tone laced with an undercurrent of venom, of insatiable need. The German Super Athlete adjusted her grip to squeeze all the more fiercely, and Dark’s lips parted in a wordless cry, her pulse beating faster beneath the tip of her opponents probing tongue. “Give it to me!!” Erika demanded, feeling the Hardbody Americans will capitulating to her desires.
Amanda growled, pride always the last of her traits to crumble as she twisted her expression into a snarl, her biceps quivering and pushed back against the blonde’s shoulders. They felt like steel, indomitable and unmoving, flexing as they revealed that there was yet more pressure that they could exert.
Dark immediately changed tact, bullishly pushing through the pain and positively SLAMMING!! her palms together to either side of Eisenberg’s head, forcing a grimace from her opponent even if her grip did not slacken in the slightest. It didn’t matter, Amanda switching her focus again, her chest heaving for air that she could not inhale before she thrust her thumbs deep into the eyes of her unsuspecting foe!!
It was the FAWNatics turn to gasp at the sight of the highly illegal action, and the Official would have immediately delivered a severe warning were he not drowned out by Eisenberg’s own, involuntary shout, the former IC Champion releasing her dreaded embrace on reflex. The blonde stumbled a half step backwards as she shielded her blue orbs, staggering in disorientation.
For her own part, Amanda almost fell over, so overwhelmed was her body with the wave of relief that flooded her from head to toe, renewed, greedy lungsful of air filling her torso. But she didn’t, pride stiffening her posture as she surged forwards, the ‘Perfect’ Professional grabbing her blinded opponent by her mane and yanking her in the desired direction.
Eisenberg hissed a venomous warning, but it went unheeded by the Consummate Betrayer, Amanda’s senses swimming in cold fury as she pulled Erika’s head back and SLAMMED it face first into the waiting, top turnbuckle! Satisfied by the sound that forehead made when it collided with the barely coated steel, Dark repeated the process, pulling back and swinging forwards until she made a full five collisions, her heart beating faster with each one. She considered ending it there, her breathing laboured, but the FAWNatics demanded a full, customary ten and, while there was no love lost between either party, for once the Great Unwashed were in the right!
Ten times Eisenberg’s features were introduced to the turnbuckles, and ten times her powerful posture slackened an extra inch, until the domineering physique of the Princess of Pythons was reduced to a dazed pudding.
Amanda, levelling her own, greedy breaths to a far more professional bearing, dragged the IC Champion out towards centre ring, the tip of her tongue needling at a split lip that had been forced upon her earlier in the contest. She milked the moment for the hard camera before YANKING her adversary forwards into a firm, front headlock, slinging one of her opponents’ arms over her shoulder for good measure. With a deep inhale, Dark braced her aching back and popped her knees, causing jaws to drop across the arena as she all but deadlifted the Super Athlete up into the air until the duo were vertical with one another with the canvas. It was then, at the apex of the Suplex, that Dark THREW her cargo back down forwards, DROPPING!! her face and chest first into the canvas!!
FRONT DROP SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dcayVPYJ66c
Following the recoil of her opponent’s leggy physique, Amanda momentarily stood imperiously over the German, running a hand slowly through her own dark mane before she exhaled sharply. She dropped to the mat, ill intent in mind as she mounted her opponents rock hard back, snapping her arm about Erika’s throat to complete a Mounted Sleeper!!
Eisenberg immediately stiffened, but there was no-where for the Curvaceous Carnivore to go, pinned beneath the physique of her opponent as the Mother of All Storms locked in the smother, a strong bicep flexing against her throat and depriving her brain of much needed circulation.
“Give it to me!” Amanda parroted the earlier demand, her hissed whisper just loud enough to be picked up by the nearest cameras, Eisenberg stiffening in reply. The effort was momentary however, Eisenberg forced to capitulate by painful degrees, the Gladiatrix Photographers swooping in like vultures to capture the moment for prosperity.
“Give it to me!!” Dark insisted further, her pride demanding recompense for earlier indignities, Erika’s incredible physique twitching, struggling… surrendering…
Amanda WRENCHED her grip just a little harder and Eisenberg spasmed from head to toe, her whole-body quivering as her eyelids slid slowly shut, her lips parting into a soft sigh.
Dark pressed her own Hardbody physique down fully upon her adversaries as she kept her sleeper locked in tight, twisting it for good measure as the Official dropped down to lift one of Erika’s limp arms. It dropped…
ONCE!
TWICE!!
THRICE!!!
And Amanda released her hold, only to SLAM her opponents’ unconscious features into the deck the moment her victory was confirmed. She stood back up without a great deal of fan fair as her name rang out across the loud speakers, before she planted the heel of her boot on the base of her opponents neck as though she was doing so with a flag.
She looked out across the FAWNatics before she ran one hand through her dark hair before she forced her breathing to become even, her eyes speaking volumes that her fatigued posture couldn’t.
She was Amanda Dark.
She was the Mother of All Storms.
And it was about damn time that people remembered that.
SAMANTHA SINCLAIR
MARVELA MARCILLE
…Marvela was in her element now, which was to say, she was on top. Quite literally in this case, straddling her opponent with their lithe legs intertwined, trim tummies pressed up together and her fingers interlaced with her rivals, holding the hands of Samantha Sinclair down against the mat above her head. Their lips were almost touching, so close was Marcille staring into the half-lidded peepers of the People’s Princess, relishing how impotent she had rendered her forcibly submissive adversary.
She was visibly shivering with anticipation as the Official dropped to the canvas to begin his count.
ONE!
TWO!!
THR…
Sammie pushed up a shoulder, however meekly, the Loyalist Legionnaires in attendance roaring with approval regardless, collectively willing the Upstart Supreme to power on through to victory in this physically demanding contest. Largely side lined since FAWNMANIA after hurling herself from the top of a steel cage in order to secure victory, Sinclair’s return to the squared circle was proving to be yet another trial by fire, one that Marvela was determined that she would fail.
“WHAT!?!” Marcille vocally protested, jabbing her index finger into the chest of the Official for failing to ‘count correctly’, the youthful brunette having shot up to her knees to launch into her accusation. “Three, you simpering twit, what manner of chimp are you? One! Two!! Three!!!”
She slapped her palms together rapidly three times in succession to demonstrate her point, still straddling the compliant hips of her successor, the ‘Original’ People’s Princess seething with such intensity, her features were almost the same shade of crimson as her attire. She had failed to anticipate that her impromptu demonstration would have unintended consequences, the FAWNatics in the arena following her lead and bringing their own hands together now in a rapid, three beat rhythm, one that was designed to invigorate one of their most beloved Babyfaces.
It was the Upstart Nations declaration of war.
“Oh spare me,” Marcille rolled her eyes, the self-styled, ‘Perfect’ Princess turning herself about and seizing her baby brown eyed, ‘People’s’ counterpart by her mane of chocolate curls, before forcibly BOUNCING her noggin off the canvas…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…times, rapidly returning the Little Sparrow back into her submissive state. In all likelihood, she probably should have reapplied her pin attempt there and then, but she wasn’t yet satisfied that she had gotten her point across. She stood up, the petite brunette half the size of the man in black and white, and yet her accusatory tone was sharp enough to force him to back pedal.
“See!?!” Marcille swung out her arms in exasperation to encompass the packed arena, “even these, verminous ingrates get it. Perhaps you could take a page out of their book, and exercise some basic math, yes?”
“Marvela…” he began.
“Good!!” Marcille snapped, simply assuming that he would agree with her, “let’s get on with it then, shall we?”
She turned about briskly on the spot and, much to her wide-eyed alarm, her gold clad opponent was not only back on her feet, but was also launching into a blistering Sammie Kick!!
Marcille had found herself on the wrong end of that particular boot before, and the outcome had not been to her liking, and so it was with considerable relief that her reflexes saved her on this occasion. Ducking at the last possible moment, the crimson clad grappler slid beneath the match winning strike and, instincts coming to the fore, she THREW her forearm upwards and SLAMMED it into Sammie’s exposed (and much coveted) sex!
LOW BLOW: @7:40
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VsipdPIYW8g&t=477s
Wincing with a sharp spasm, one that was matched by each and every member of the Loyalist Legionnaires, Sinclair released and involuntary yelp and, after momentarily popping up onto the tip toes of her standing boot, she collapsed to her shapely buttocks in a paralysed heap.
With her hands tucked beneath her thighs, she was in little position to prevent the intensely smug Marvela from twirling back up onto her own feet and strutting on over to her blindside. Marcille thrust her arms out wide once more, as though she were the hottest shit in town and, after mocking the FAWNatics with a ‘boohoo’ expression, turned about sharply and launched into a sprint.
At the last moment she leapt and, despite the warnings from the Legionnaires, there was to be no evasion on Sinclair’s part tonight as both of her rivals’ knees SLAMMED into the back of her exposed noggin!!
DOUBLE KNEE TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t0LxLIK4B3E
Already sitting, Sammie was forcibly snapped forwards by the impact before her body overcompensated for the collision by springing her backwards again. Well and truly shell shocked with her shoulders bouncing against the mat, the People’s Princess winced as the tips of her boots twitched, the young woman splayed out with one knee pointed towards the rafters.
Marcille wasted no time in claiming that delectable stem as her own, going so far as to kiss it possessively before rolling her successor up into a tight pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE…
Sammie shoved up a shoulder, this time with more authority than before, much to Marvela’s mounting irritation.
“THREE!!!” she insisted, holding up her digits to the Officials face, close enough to shove one up his nose if she were of a mind.
“Two and a half,” the man in black and white corrected.
Marcella would have persisted in correcting him, had she not screamed in frustration instead.
She returned to her feet as Sammie remained otherwise splayed out on the canvas, precisely where she ‘belonged’ in her opponent’s estimation, regardless of her unwillingness to surrender.
“Fine,” Marcille threw up her hands after expelling a sharp huff, “allow me to demonstrate.”
Turning her back on the man in black and white, the girl wrapped in crimson sauntered her way on over to the waiting ring ropes, ducking herself between the top and middle to arrive on the apron. The FAWNatics didn’t like where this was going, not as she raised her hands up onto the air and, with an impenetrable air of smug satisfaction, pointed down to her own noggin three times in quick succession, mouthing her personal motto to one and all.
“ITS! MY!! TIME!!!”
Satisfied that she had suitably made her point, Marvela turned herself about and, finding Sammie still splayed out exactly where the other brunette had left her, proceeded to grasp the top coil. Swaying her booty this way and that, knowing that it was what they all wanted, she leaned backwards before vaulting herself up and over the top rope. She landed with pitch perfect precision and then sprung her delectably lithe frame…
… straight into a Sammie kick!!
The FAWNatics erupted as the clearly fatigued Upstart Supreme had returned to vertical with the tenacity possessed by only the most Babyfaced of Factions, forcibly PLANTING the sole of her boot flush beneath the jaw of her astonished foe with a wicked CRACK!!
SHOWING OFF/SAMMIE KICK INTERCEPTION: @0:29
www.youtube.com/watch?v=J7mYBWVjTyo
Perhaps she had tapped into the last reserves of vigour that she still possessed, for Sinclair herself almost collapsed following her own connection, the People’s Princess struggling to remain on both feet. Indeed, as she all but stumbled in a half full circle, the Bright-Eyed Wonder came about only to find that Marcille had only dropped to one knee from the impact.
Somewhat surprised by the resiliency of her rival, Sammie shook her head in a painfully endearing fashion, looking out to the Legionnaires as though she required them to provide confirmation. Sensing that the fatigued, Upstart Supreme was still in a state of momentary stupor, they provided it and Sinclair shrugged in understanding.
Just as Marvela was desperately trying to blink her own senses back to where they were supposed to be, she was ill prepared for the third Sammie Kick to be thrust in her direction tonight. Unfortunately for her, much like the second, it connected square and true, snapping her head backwards and forcing her to puddle in a boneless heap.
Sinclair did not so much a drop down over her opponent to secure a pinfall and she did fall, Sammie tumbling atop her adversary and possessing just enough awareness to press her predecessors’ shoulders down on the mat for…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
Proving that the Official could indeed reach that most converted of numbers.
The FAWNatics erupted in approval as Sammie secured a hard-fought victory, and it was with cobwebs beginning to clear that she returned groggily to vertical. The Official was there to help her on her way, and it was with a great deal of gratitude that he supported much of her weight as he held her hand high in victory.
“I didn’t jump through a table, did I?” she queried in hushed whispers.
“Not tonight,” the Official confirmed.
“Oh good,” Sinclair nodded, blinking several times as she did so, “Wendy would kill me.”
MARY SINCLAIR Vs. SCARLET SINCLAIR
MARY SINCLAIR
SCARLET SINCLAIR
…Given that Mary’s defining character trait was often considered to be meek, the miniature red head could be surprisingly excitable when the mood struck her. She stood at centre ring, her little sibling Scarlet Sinclair busy being buried in the corner, wracked with uncertainty as she spied an opportunity to strike, and looking to the FAWNatics in search of confirmation.
They responded in the affirmative, although they were behoved to choose sides between the two youngest members of the Upstart Nation, and that was enough to reignite the competitive streak that dwelled within the heart of all the Sinclair sisters.
With the smallest of yeeps, Mary hopped up and down for several moments as the occasion and the atmosphere got the better of her, momentarily overriding the insecurities of the introvert before she pointed dramatically towards the planted Scarlet and following it up with a sprint. With a pitter patter of her (totally lucky) sneakers, the Whirlwind Wonder zeroed in on her target and leapt, the brunette on the wrong end of her assault opening her eyes in time to find a flying knee planted right between her peepers!
JUMPING KNEE STRIKE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZEN9_6F-Pk
Scarlet released a not entirely flattering grunt as her head was forcibly snapped backwards, and the recoil was severe enough to send her stumbling out of the corner and out into no man’s land.
With a deft little sidestep, Mary let her pass, and proceeded to snuggle her own miniature mass up into the corner, both hopping and climbing her way up to the top turnbuckle. She waited just long enough upon her new-found perch for Scarlet to stumble in a full half circle before a giggle threatened to escape her small body, the girl biting on her lip to stop herself from doing so, before she leapt into flight.
She dived across the ring, snagging her bewildered sibling in a frantic front headlock and slinging her athletic stems about her waste, preparing to swing all of her weight backwards to complete a blistering, high flying DDT…
…Only for Scarlet to refuse to play her part (understandably, given where her head would end up), the miniature brunette planting her diminutive stature and, before anyone could react (especially Mary herself), she immediately set about reversing her predicament. Holding the red head aloft, Scarlet secured a front headlock of her own and, after securing her siblings thigh, proceeded to pop the girls stems free before twisting and whipping her about in a jaw dropping, Spinning Neckbreaker!!
JUMPING DDT/SPINNING NECKBREAKER: @6:37
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SObNk3nM73A&t=1s
Both girls went down to the canvas with a noticeable THUMP, but Mary was by far on the wrong end of it, her right leg spasming before she settled in a heap, Scarlet rolling atop of her to secure a pin.
ONE!
TW0!!
THR…
Mary threw up a shoulder with a patented Sinclair shout, rolling over onto her side as Scarlet was popped up to sitting.
The Official half expected to immediately receive some manner rebuttal, but Scarlet was seemingly in no condition herself to deliver one. Instead, the compact brunette was busy shaking her head before sneezing, blinking her peepers several times as though she were trying to clear out the cobwebs. Looking backwards over her shoulder, her expression betrayed her surprise to find her sister where she was, and her mannerisms suggested that she wasn’t entirely in the know as to how exactly Mary had ended up in such a heap.
If the momentary gap in her memory was something to be concerned about, Scarlet didn’t show it, merely shrugging instead and accepting this new state of affairs with a smirk. Evidently, she really was that much of an ass kicker as she set about returning to vertical, something she noted Mary was busy doing also.
Scarlet expected nothing else (everyone, it seemed, was as stubborn as all get out in this family), and so she set off for the furthest set of ring ropes, throwing herself into the them so that the rubber coated steel could provide a wicked rebound. She returned to centre ring at blistering speeds and, as she passed, delivered a pitch perfect flying knee of her own to the waiting cheek of her middle sibling, knocking her fellow lightweight sideways.
Mary remained standing, however precariously, and Scarlet was admittedly slightly miffed given how much ‘oomph’ she’d put behind the blow, but it wasn’t a complete waste. Not as she ducked between the top and middle ropes and turned herself about onto the apron. Spying a cute looking boy paying a considerable amount of attention to her in the front row, she flashed him an inviting wink and delivered a spank to her own booty for good measure before returning to business, her eyes now only for her swaying sister.
Scarlet raised her hands up high and pumped her index fingers towards the ceiling a full three times, riling the FAWNatics up before she grasped the top coil and leaned backwards. After popping the entirety of her miniature mass, the brunette flung herself back into the squared circle by way of slingshot, preparing to…
…Mary blinked her own way back to some semblance of coherency and, at the last moment, leapt into the air herself!! She snagged her airborne little sister by the noggin and, after spreading her own legs out wide, proceeding to positively PLANT!! Scarlets features into the canvas by way of a hellacious Sit Out Facebuster!!
SLINGSHOT SPEAR/FACEBUSTER REVERSAL: @4:42
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2Bx0v3uRjI&t=238s
The ring rattled as a duo of Sinclair’s connected with the canvas, but it was Scarlet who recoiled as though she had been shot, ricocheting off plywood before popping over onto her back. With a brunette reduced to a pliant heap, Mary wasted no time in securing the girls shoulders to the canvas for…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…the bell swiftly following and declaring her the winner!!
Filled with considerable relief and fair quantity of delight, Mary popped up onto her feet with an excessively loud YEEP!! as she thrust her hands up into the air in joy. Her apple cheeks immediately turned an embarrassed shade of crimson and, had the Official not been there to keep her hand aloft, she would have instantly retreated back into herself.
Never the less, she remained giddy in the face of success and, as she looked down at her little sibling, she did feel a tiny bit bad for planting her face into the plywood, the red head biting her bottom lip as she hoped the brunette wouldn’t hold it against her.
Sinclair’s were, after all, far too competitive for their own good.
ERIKA EISENBERG Vs. AMANDA DARK[/u]
ERIKA EISENBERG
AMANDA DARK
…The cry released from Amanda Dark was as loud as it was involuntary, the Mother of Storms ensnared within the debilitating embrace of the Curvaceous Carnivore, Erika Eisenberg. Amanda’s own powerful shoulders spasmed as her adversaries’ forearms synched together within the small of her back, wrenching the Bearhug even tighter as the savage pulse ejected all of the remaining air from her body. The dark-haired veteran audibly GASPED!! as she shook and shivered, her head popping backwards as she was mercilessly wrenched and squeezed, her efforts coming up short as she failed to escape the embrace of the domineering blonde.
“Give it too me,” Eisenberg cooed, her lips tracing the sweat slick contours of her proud adversaries exposed throat, her tone laced with an undercurrent of venom, of insatiable need. The German Super Athlete adjusted her grip to squeeze all the more fiercely, and Dark’s lips parted in a wordless cry, her pulse beating faster beneath the tip of her opponents probing tongue. “Give it to me!!” Erika demanded, feeling the Hardbody Americans will capitulating to her desires.
Amanda growled, pride always the last of her traits to crumble as she twisted her expression into a snarl, her biceps quivering and pushed back against the blonde’s shoulders. They felt like steel, indomitable and unmoving, flexing as they revealed that there was yet more pressure that they could exert.
Dark immediately changed tact, bullishly pushing through the pain and positively SLAMMING!! her palms together to either side of Eisenberg’s head, forcing a grimace from her opponent even if her grip did not slacken in the slightest. It didn’t matter, Amanda switching her focus again, her chest heaving for air that she could not inhale before she thrust her thumbs deep into the eyes of her unsuspecting foe!!
It was the FAWNatics turn to gasp at the sight of the highly illegal action, and the Official would have immediately delivered a severe warning were he not drowned out by Eisenberg’s own, involuntary shout, the former IC Champion releasing her dreaded embrace on reflex. The blonde stumbled a half step backwards as she shielded her blue orbs, staggering in disorientation.
For her own part, Amanda almost fell over, so overwhelmed was her body with the wave of relief that flooded her from head to toe, renewed, greedy lungsful of air filling her torso. But she didn’t, pride stiffening her posture as she surged forwards, the ‘Perfect’ Professional grabbing her blinded opponent by her mane and yanking her in the desired direction.
Eisenberg hissed a venomous warning, but it went unheeded by the Consummate Betrayer, Amanda’s senses swimming in cold fury as she pulled Erika’s head back and SLAMMED it face first into the waiting, top turnbuckle! Satisfied by the sound that forehead made when it collided with the barely coated steel, Dark repeated the process, pulling back and swinging forwards until she made a full five collisions, her heart beating faster with each one. She considered ending it there, her breathing laboured, but the FAWNatics demanded a full, customary ten and, while there was no love lost between either party, for once the Great Unwashed were in the right!
Ten times Eisenberg’s features were introduced to the turnbuckles, and ten times her powerful posture slackened an extra inch, until the domineering physique of the Princess of Pythons was reduced to a dazed pudding.
Amanda, levelling her own, greedy breaths to a far more professional bearing, dragged the IC Champion out towards centre ring, the tip of her tongue needling at a split lip that had been forced upon her earlier in the contest. She milked the moment for the hard camera before YANKING her adversary forwards into a firm, front headlock, slinging one of her opponents’ arms over her shoulder for good measure. With a deep inhale, Dark braced her aching back and popped her knees, causing jaws to drop across the arena as she all but deadlifted the Super Athlete up into the air until the duo were vertical with one another with the canvas. It was then, at the apex of the Suplex, that Dark THREW her cargo back down forwards, DROPPING!! her face and chest first into the canvas!!
FRONT DROP SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dcayVPYJ66c
Following the recoil of her opponent’s leggy physique, Amanda momentarily stood imperiously over the German, running a hand slowly through her own dark mane before she exhaled sharply. She dropped to the mat, ill intent in mind as she mounted her opponents rock hard back, snapping her arm about Erika’s throat to complete a Mounted Sleeper!!
Eisenberg immediately stiffened, but there was no-where for the Curvaceous Carnivore to go, pinned beneath the physique of her opponent as the Mother of All Storms locked in the smother, a strong bicep flexing against her throat and depriving her brain of much needed circulation.
“Give it to me!” Amanda parroted the earlier demand, her hissed whisper just loud enough to be picked up by the nearest cameras, Eisenberg stiffening in reply. The effort was momentary however, Eisenberg forced to capitulate by painful degrees, the Gladiatrix Photographers swooping in like vultures to capture the moment for prosperity.
“Give it to me!!” Dark insisted further, her pride demanding recompense for earlier indignities, Erika’s incredible physique twitching, struggling… surrendering…
Amanda WRENCHED her grip just a little harder and Eisenberg spasmed from head to toe, her whole-body quivering as her eyelids slid slowly shut, her lips parting into a soft sigh.
Dark pressed her own Hardbody physique down fully upon her adversaries as she kept her sleeper locked in tight, twisting it for good measure as the Official dropped down to lift one of Erika’s limp arms. It dropped…
ONCE!
TWICE!!
THRICE!!!
And Amanda released her hold, only to SLAM her opponents’ unconscious features into the deck the moment her victory was confirmed. She stood back up without a great deal of fan fair as her name rang out across the loud speakers, before she planted the heel of her boot on the base of her opponents neck as though she was doing so with a flag.
She looked out across the FAWNatics before she ran one hand through her dark hair before she forced her breathing to become even, her eyes speaking volumes that her fatigued posture couldn’t.
She was Amanda Dark.
She was the Mother of All Storms.
And it was about damn time that people remembered that.
