Post by EmmaWoods007 on Jul 14, 2019 18:16:50 GMT
MARY SINCLAIR Vs. ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ
MARY SINCLAIR
ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ
…As was frequently her want to do (somewhat to the frustration of the Legionnaires watching), Mary was gripped by a bout of indecision, almost visibly hopping on her tip toes as her opponent, Alejandra Fernandez, stumbled this way and that on unsteady footing. A blitz from the little redhead had left the Prototype reeling, and now that that she had time to think about what she was doing (which was, all in all, her most consistent enemy), all of her nervous, excitable energy was getting the best of her. Whilst it scarcely lasted a handful of seconds, it was enough for the Loyalists in attendance to belt out a loud chorus of…
“GO MARY, GO!!”
…which, as they had learned was the case, was enough incentive to snap the freckled Sinclair out of her over stimulated rut, the miniature Brit jumping in surprise and, at a near instant sprint, shot off towards the furthest set of ring ropes. That self-same chorus transformed into a renewed bout of cheers, the FAWNatics willing the Upstart on as she threw herself, back first, into the waiting coils. They welcomed her arrival before twanging back taunt, propelling her towards her opponent at even greater velocity…
…only for everyone to realise that Mary’s hesitation had been all Alejandra needed to recover her senses, the larger of the two lightweights turning herself about and deftly scooping the smaller Mary right up into her arms. Without a word, Fernandez spun the little redhead about horizontal with the canvas, before she dropped them both down HARD into the deck!!
SPINNING SIDEWALK SLAM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yHzifKUegw
With Mary PLANTED into the plywood, her freckled cheeks puffing out with a pained grunt, her diminutive, athletic stems kicked upwards before dropping to the mat, her slender shoulders quivering as she struggled to inhale. It was an effort that was made no easier by the bulkier Alejandra rolling herself atop of her, pressing down hard with one hand against the girl’s cheek, painfully scraping the young woman’s other into the unyielding canvas, securing a possessive pinfall as she did so.
ONE!
TWO!!
Mary SHOVED up with her right shoulder, releasing a patented Sinclair shout as she did so. It wasn’t terribly fearsome, but there was no denying her conviction.
Alejandra looked less than pleased, although her frustrations remained buried, compressed into a tight little ball for later exploitation. There was no love lost between Fernandez and the Sinclair’s and, while a victory over Samantha remained stubbornly out of her reach, the two little siblings of the People’s Princess were another matter entirely.
She would not be denied, not as Mary rolled over onto her tummy, Alejandra quickly pushing herself up onto one knee and wrapping both of her powerful arms about her opponents trembling midriff. Momentum was Mary’s greatest ally and, now that she had the miniature Brit grounded, Fernandez would be damned before she allowed the brat to regain it again.
As Alejandra returned to her feet, she muscled the near dead weight of her cargo up with her, the Petite Princess clearly still winded as she dangled in her opponents grasp. As Fernandez demonstrated her physical superiority, Mary tried to wriggle free, but the message was lost somewhere between desire and reality. As such, she was more akin to a ragdoll than a wrestler as the Prototype hoisted her smaller body up and over before DRILLING her back into the canvas across her head and shoulders!
DEADLIFT GUTWRENCH SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mi94E61Pyfw
Released from her adversaries grip almost the moment she made thunderous impact with the plywood, Mary’s whole, petite frame bucked with a pained spasm as an equally mournful cry escaped from her bosom. She bounced and then flopped, her breathing heavy as her peepers blinked, an all to complaint pedestal for the now dominant Alejandra to, once again, throw herself atop of.
“Stay! Down!!” Fernandez pushed out the warning through clenched teeth and, while her persona remained focused, the fierce beating of her heart betrayed her mounting temper.
Mary showed no further signs of doing otherwise as the man in black and white dropped down to the deck…
ONE!
TWO!!
THR…
Mary shoved up a shoulder, much to the delight of the FAWNatics, their cheers not quite drowning out their heroine’s own cry of defiance.
Back up on her knees, Alejandra exhaled a long, slow breath, the knuckles of both of her fists pressed down hard against the canvas. She shook her head in the negative, reaching out to GRAB Mary by a handful of her crimson crown, and DRAGGED the younger woman up to vertical by her hair.
The petite athlete winced in response, pushing at her opponent’s wrist in protest but, ultimately, Mary was unable to secure freedom. Not until Fernandez released a low, dangerous growl and, with a surge of effort, whiplashed Sinclair into the closest set of turnbuckles by her mane.
A yelp escaped Mary’s lungs following the frankly vicious treatment of her hair, and it was a shout that was short lived as her shoulders THUMPED against the unyielding corner. With a winded grunt, she slumped down hard into her taunt buttocks, soon sitting precisely where Alejandra wanted her.
A set of circumstances Fernandez took advantage of immediately, much to the displeasure of those watching, the Prototype seizing both of the top ropes for leverage before raining down a veritable BARRAGE of stomps onto the exposed bosom of Sinclair. The Petite Princess released an involuntary grunt and groan in accompaniment with every impact, her noggin bobbing up and down on her slender shoulders as her sneakers kicked up off the canvas. It soon became evident that she was little more than a victim of the assault, moaning and wincing while it was left to the Official to intervene.
“Out of the ropes, Alejandra!” the man in black and white warned but, when she predictably ignored him, he was forced to resort to the most powerful weapon in his own (formidable?) arsenal. He began his count to five.
“One! Two! Three! FOUR!!”
Fernandez pulled away, almost violently, at the last possible moment, stomping away and rolling her shoulders whilst forcing her breathing to remain shallow, leaving Mary wincing in the corner.
“That it, Alejandra,” the Official gave her some distance, “now keep it…”
Fernandez surged right back in again, her temper flaring, delivering a further three rapid stomps before the Official could react. The Legionnaires in attendance cried foul, and the zebra was in mind to agree with them, almost bodily inserting himself between the two young women, one of which was in the process of being lynched. He managed to force Fernandez back, the young woman’s right eye twitching as she was already trying to find a way past him, resisting the urge to start pacing in response to her mounting irritations.
“Out of the ropes!!” the Official warned anew, his own patience thinning, “Don’t test me, Alejandra, you’ll regret it.”
Fernandez snorted in response, clearly not believing it. She nodded just the same, rolling her shoulders in anticipation, anything to get him out of the way.
He did so after a moment longer, however reluctantly, well aware that there was only so much that he could actually do.
Alejandra exhaled sharply, advancing forwards to…
…. open her eyes wide in surprise, Mary launching herself from the corner as though she were a spitfire.
The moment her line of sight was no longer obscured by the Official, was a moment too late for her to do anything about an ever-resilient Sinclair throwing herself in her direction. The little redhead took to the skies with her athletic, lower limbs leading the way, her ankles snapping shut around the back of her opponent’s noggin and, with Headscissors secured, she released a spirited cry as she used the momentum to fling her lightweight frame about.
FLYING HEADSCISSORS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o7PtQFosj94
Flat footed as she was, there was little Fernandez could do about keeping herself on them, ripped forwards as she was sent flipping head over heels, the crown of her head SMACKING against the deck. She recoiled from the sudden stop with a stunned grunt as she continued to roll through, arriving quickly on the canvas on her back before, somewhat involuntarily, she popped right back up onto her feet. She stumbled over to one corner, supporting herself with the turnbuckles before shaking her head, spitting out a silent curse between her clenched teeth whilst she regathered her bearings.
She turned about before rubbing her eyes and, just as they refocused, she spotted her wincing opponent forcing herself back up to vertical. Alejandra spotted the shimmy in Mary’s thighs and, with a scowl, immediately advanced to reclaim her advantage, quickly accelerating before…
…the little redhead sidestepped, linking their arms together as Sinclair shoved one sneaker into front of Fernandez’s boot and sent her tumbling, using the stronger woman’s own momentum to FLIP her up and over, much to the delight of the FAWNatics!!
They collectively WHOOPED as Alejandra’s buttocks hit the canvas and she winced in displeasure, pain shooting upwards from her tailbone right up to the base of her neck.
Even as she grimaced, Mary had thrown herself into an impromptu cartwheel, in an impromptu display of showmanship that went down well with the attending crowd, before she popped her miniature mass up into a sweet as you like, Basement Dropkick the moment her sneakers had returned to the canvas.
BASEMENT DROPKICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8BVI0q2vj_E
With the front of her noggin SMACKED by the soles of both of Mary’s footwear, Alejandra’s upper body WHIPPED backwards until the back of her head SPIKED off the plywood. Stars burst into life in front of her eyes as the Prototype clutched at her skull, rolling over onto her side whilst she lost control of her equilibrium, stubbornly pushing up onto her knees even as her body threatened to topple right on back over.
Mary was, initially, a little slower in rising, however more pleasantly she had landed, a wince on her features betraying her own, all too real aches and pains. Any concerns that the FAWNatics may have been harbouring, however, were quickly put to rest after the small grappler first tucked herself up into a ball, and then LAUNCHED herself back up to vertical via a beautiful Kip Up!!
Fernandez was inhaling deeply as she likewise found her own footing, albeit far less sleekly as she bullied her own body up onto one foot and then the other, clenching her teeth even as her vision continued to swim.
Unfortunately for her, Mary was already darting forwards, a hop in her step as she zeroed in on her target.
With barely a pace separating them, the Petite Princess leapt into the air, snagging her opponent by her noggin before allowing gravity to take hold, ripping Fernandez right off her feet. With both of her own stems pointed out in a V, Sinclair YANKED her foes features earthwards, SPIKING them into the deck with ring rattling force!
MOUSE BOUNCE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6tBoCnvSNGg
Alejandra released not a sound as, immediately following the collision, she bounced right back up onto her knees, her eyes very much open and yet clearly vacant, before she toppled sideways into a boneless heap.
“GO MARY, GO!!” the FAWNatics shouted and, so prompted, the Li’lest Sinclair almost FLUNG herself across the torso of the bigger woman and, in her excitement, forgot to even snag one of her opponents’ legs to better secure leverage.
“ONE!”
“TWO!!”
“THREE!!!”
The Legionnaires erupted in the positive and, filled with more relieved glee than she was ever aware what to do with, Mary popped back up onto her feet with a hop and skip of excitement, her miniature mass giddy from her cheery topped head to her sneakered toe. She eventually composed herself long enough to have her arm raised in victory before waving to her Dad through the hard camera (and inadvertently, by extension, every smitten young man watching at home) before becoming overwhelmed by embarrassment.
With her cheeks reddening by the moment, she found herself caught in nervous indecision, trapped somewhere between waving and performing a little curtsy.
The FAWNatics continued cheering regardless, strong in their support of the most Babyfaced of Nations.
MARY SINCLAIR
ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ
…As was frequently her want to do (somewhat to the frustration of the Legionnaires watching), Mary was gripped by a bout of indecision, almost visibly hopping on her tip toes as her opponent, Alejandra Fernandez, stumbled this way and that on unsteady footing. A blitz from the little redhead had left the Prototype reeling, and now that that she had time to think about what she was doing (which was, all in all, her most consistent enemy), all of her nervous, excitable energy was getting the best of her. Whilst it scarcely lasted a handful of seconds, it was enough for the Loyalists in attendance to belt out a loud chorus of…
“GO MARY, GO!!”
…which, as they had learned was the case, was enough incentive to snap the freckled Sinclair out of her over stimulated rut, the miniature Brit jumping in surprise and, at a near instant sprint, shot off towards the furthest set of ring ropes. That self-same chorus transformed into a renewed bout of cheers, the FAWNatics willing the Upstart on as she threw herself, back first, into the waiting coils. They welcomed her arrival before twanging back taunt, propelling her towards her opponent at even greater velocity…
…only for everyone to realise that Mary’s hesitation had been all Alejandra needed to recover her senses, the larger of the two lightweights turning herself about and deftly scooping the smaller Mary right up into her arms. Without a word, Fernandez spun the little redhead about horizontal with the canvas, before she dropped them both down HARD into the deck!!
SPINNING SIDEWALK SLAM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yHzifKUegw
With Mary PLANTED into the plywood, her freckled cheeks puffing out with a pained grunt, her diminutive, athletic stems kicked upwards before dropping to the mat, her slender shoulders quivering as she struggled to inhale. It was an effort that was made no easier by the bulkier Alejandra rolling herself atop of her, pressing down hard with one hand against the girl’s cheek, painfully scraping the young woman’s other into the unyielding canvas, securing a possessive pinfall as she did so.
ONE!
TWO!!
Mary SHOVED up with her right shoulder, releasing a patented Sinclair shout as she did so. It wasn’t terribly fearsome, but there was no denying her conviction.
Alejandra looked less than pleased, although her frustrations remained buried, compressed into a tight little ball for later exploitation. There was no love lost between Fernandez and the Sinclair’s and, while a victory over Samantha remained stubbornly out of her reach, the two little siblings of the People’s Princess were another matter entirely.
She would not be denied, not as Mary rolled over onto her tummy, Alejandra quickly pushing herself up onto one knee and wrapping both of her powerful arms about her opponents trembling midriff. Momentum was Mary’s greatest ally and, now that she had the miniature Brit grounded, Fernandez would be damned before she allowed the brat to regain it again.
As Alejandra returned to her feet, she muscled the near dead weight of her cargo up with her, the Petite Princess clearly still winded as she dangled in her opponents grasp. As Fernandez demonstrated her physical superiority, Mary tried to wriggle free, but the message was lost somewhere between desire and reality. As such, she was more akin to a ragdoll than a wrestler as the Prototype hoisted her smaller body up and over before DRILLING her back into the canvas across her head and shoulders!
DEADLIFT GUTWRENCH SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mi94E61Pyfw
Released from her adversaries grip almost the moment she made thunderous impact with the plywood, Mary’s whole, petite frame bucked with a pained spasm as an equally mournful cry escaped from her bosom. She bounced and then flopped, her breathing heavy as her peepers blinked, an all to complaint pedestal for the now dominant Alejandra to, once again, throw herself atop of.
“Stay! Down!!” Fernandez pushed out the warning through clenched teeth and, while her persona remained focused, the fierce beating of her heart betrayed her mounting temper.
Mary showed no further signs of doing otherwise as the man in black and white dropped down to the deck…
ONE!
TWO!!
THR…
Mary shoved up a shoulder, much to the delight of the FAWNatics, their cheers not quite drowning out their heroine’s own cry of defiance.
Back up on her knees, Alejandra exhaled a long, slow breath, the knuckles of both of her fists pressed down hard against the canvas. She shook her head in the negative, reaching out to GRAB Mary by a handful of her crimson crown, and DRAGGED the younger woman up to vertical by her hair.
The petite athlete winced in response, pushing at her opponent’s wrist in protest but, ultimately, Mary was unable to secure freedom. Not until Fernandez released a low, dangerous growl and, with a surge of effort, whiplashed Sinclair into the closest set of turnbuckles by her mane.
A yelp escaped Mary’s lungs following the frankly vicious treatment of her hair, and it was a shout that was short lived as her shoulders THUMPED against the unyielding corner. With a winded grunt, she slumped down hard into her taunt buttocks, soon sitting precisely where Alejandra wanted her.
A set of circumstances Fernandez took advantage of immediately, much to the displeasure of those watching, the Prototype seizing both of the top ropes for leverage before raining down a veritable BARRAGE of stomps onto the exposed bosom of Sinclair. The Petite Princess released an involuntary grunt and groan in accompaniment with every impact, her noggin bobbing up and down on her slender shoulders as her sneakers kicked up off the canvas. It soon became evident that she was little more than a victim of the assault, moaning and wincing while it was left to the Official to intervene.
“Out of the ropes, Alejandra!” the man in black and white warned but, when she predictably ignored him, he was forced to resort to the most powerful weapon in his own (formidable?) arsenal. He began his count to five.
“One! Two! Three! FOUR!!”
Fernandez pulled away, almost violently, at the last possible moment, stomping away and rolling her shoulders whilst forcing her breathing to remain shallow, leaving Mary wincing in the corner.
“That it, Alejandra,” the Official gave her some distance, “now keep it…”
Fernandez surged right back in again, her temper flaring, delivering a further three rapid stomps before the Official could react. The Legionnaires in attendance cried foul, and the zebra was in mind to agree with them, almost bodily inserting himself between the two young women, one of which was in the process of being lynched. He managed to force Fernandez back, the young woman’s right eye twitching as she was already trying to find a way past him, resisting the urge to start pacing in response to her mounting irritations.
“Out of the ropes!!” the Official warned anew, his own patience thinning, “Don’t test me, Alejandra, you’ll regret it.”
Fernandez snorted in response, clearly not believing it. She nodded just the same, rolling her shoulders in anticipation, anything to get him out of the way.
He did so after a moment longer, however reluctantly, well aware that there was only so much that he could actually do.
Alejandra exhaled sharply, advancing forwards to…
…. open her eyes wide in surprise, Mary launching herself from the corner as though she were a spitfire.
The moment her line of sight was no longer obscured by the Official, was a moment too late for her to do anything about an ever-resilient Sinclair throwing herself in her direction. The little redhead took to the skies with her athletic, lower limbs leading the way, her ankles snapping shut around the back of her opponent’s noggin and, with Headscissors secured, she released a spirited cry as she used the momentum to fling her lightweight frame about.
FLYING HEADSCISSORS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o7PtQFosj94
Flat footed as she was, there was little Fernandez could do about keeping herself on them, ripped forwards as she was sent flipping head over heels, the crown of her head SMACKING against the deck. She recoiled from the sudden stop with a stunned grunt as she continued to roll through, arriving quickly on the canvas on her back before, somewhat involuntarily, she popped right back up onto her feet. She stumbled over to one corner, supporting herself with the turnbuckles before shaking her head, spitting out a silent curse between her clenched teeth whilst she regathered her bearings.
She turned about before rubbing her eyes and, just as they refocused, she spotted her wincing opponent forcing herself back up to vertical. Alejandra spotted the shimmy in Mary’s thighs and, with a scowl, immediately advanced to reclaim her advantage, quickly accelerating before…
…the little redhead sidestepped, linking their arms together as Sinclair shoved one sneaker into front of Fernandez’s boot and sent her tumbling, using the stronger woman’s own momentum to FLIP her up and over, much to the delight of the FAWNatics!!
They collectively WHOOPED as Alejandra’s buttocks hit the canvas and she winced in displeasure, pain shooting upwards from her tailbone right up to the base of her neck.
Even as she grimaced, Mary had thrown herself into an impromptu cartwheel, in an impromptu display of showmanship that went down well with the attending crowd, before she popped her miniature mass up into a sweet as you like, Basement Dropkick the moment her sneakers had returned to the canvas.
BASEMENT DROPKICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8BVI0q2vj_E
With the front of her noggin SMACKED by the soles of both of Mary’s footwear, Alejandra’s upper body WHIPPED backwards until the back of her head SPIKED off the plywood. Stars burst into life in front of her eyes as the Prototype clutched at her skull, rolling over onto her side whilst she lost control of her equilibrium, stubbornly pushing up onto her knees even as her body threatened to topple right on back over.
Mary was, initially, a little slower in rising, however more pleasantly she had landed, a wince on her features betraying her own, all too real aches and pains. Any concerns that the FAWNatics may have been harbouring, however, were quickly put to rest after the small grappler first tucked herself up into a ball, and then LAUNCHED herself back up to vertical via a beautiful Kip Up!!
Fernandez was inhaling deeply as she likewise found her own footing, albeit far less sleekly as she bullied her own body up onto one foot and then the other, clenching her teeth even as her vision continued to swim.
Unfortunately for her, Mary was already darting forwards, a hop in her step as she zeroed in on her target.
With barely a pace separating them, the Petite Princess leapt into the air, snagging her opponent by her noggin before allowing gravity to take hold, ripping Fernandez right off her feet. With both of her own stems pointed out in a V, Sinclair YANKED her foes features earthwards, SPIKING them into the deck with ring rattling force!
MOUSE BOUNCE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6tBoCnvSNGg
Alejandra released not a sound as, immediately following the collision, she bounced right back up onto her knees, her eyes very much open and yet clearly vacant, before she toppled sideways into a boneless heap.
“GO MARY, GO!!” the FAWNatics shouted and, so prompted, the Li’lest Sinclair almost FLUNG herself across the torso of the bigger woman and, in her excitement, forgot to even snag one of her opponents’ legs to better secure leverage.
“ONE!”
“TWO!!”
“THREE!!!”
The Legionnaires erupted in the positive and, filled with more relieved glee than she was ever aware what to do with, Mary popped back up onto her feet with a hop and skip of excitement, her miniature mass giddy from her cheery topped head to her sneakered toe. She eventually composed herself long enough to have her arm raised in victory before waving to her Dad through the hard camera (and inadvertently, by extension, every smitten young man watching at home) before becoming overwhelmed by embarrassment.
With her cheeks reddening by the moment, she found herself caught in nervous indecision, trapped somewhere between waving and performing a little curtsy.
The FAWNatics continued cheering regardless, strong in their support of the most Babyfaced of Nations.