Post by EmmaWoods007 on Jul 15, 2019 12:44:26 GMT
ALEXIS ATLANTIC
CARLA CRASH
…As a former Marine, Alexis was no stranger to going for the throat. With Carla down on one knee, the All-American Ass Kicker set about doing precisely that, the small arena finding their collective voices as the pocket blonde turned about smartly on the spot and shot off for the furthest set of ring ropes. She rebounded back off them with practiced ease, her sprint gaining momentum as she zeroed in on her target…
…only for Crash to surge back up to vertical and, with a furious cry of her own, the Hollywood Hooligan extended one of her arms and almost BEHEADED the charging Atlantic with a brutal clothesline!!
CLOTHESLINE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYbsa0_Ip7k
Alexis hit the deck hard after her comparatively diminutive mass was sent spiralling head over heels, the poleaxed scrapper hitting canvas across her bosom before the plywood popped her up and over onto her back. She grimaced as the air almost visibly went out of the FAWNatics watching, concern quickly replacing elation as the young woman struggled to get back up, a sitting duck for her larger opponent who was already vertical.
Carla was in noticeably higher spirits now that it was Alexis on the ground instead of herself and, unsurprisingly, she was no more a stranger to going for the throat than her opponent. With a swagger in her step, she quickly found her foes blindside before ‘reloading her freakin’ biceps’ (an affectation she had picked up from her time on the silver screen), crouching low in preparation to strike.
As was their want to do, the FAWNatics collectively bellowed out a warning for Atlantic to heed but, as frequently seemed to be the case, the squared circle might as well of been a sound proof room for all of the help that their cry provided, Alexis none the wiser as she climbed painfully to her feet. Or, at least, that was how it appeared when the smaller woman turned about and Carla struck, kicking out with her right stem to gut Atlantic and forcibly fold her forwards, setting her up for an unwanted ‘Reality Check’…
…only to discover that Alexis was not so easily caught out, the former Marine no stranger to being under fire as she caught her opponents proffered foot before it could make contact!!
With her leg thus held aloft, Crash prepared to snarl out a defiant warning, but it would have fallen on deaf ears regardless of whether or not she was allowed to voice it. As it happened, she couldn’t even belt out the first syllable before Atlantic yanked her opponent forwards to better secure her leg, before WHIPPING herself around sharply to vigorously YANK Carla over onto the deck.
DRAGON SCREW
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bakuavwG7YI
It was Crash’s turn to be introduced to the canvas, and she was not at all a fan of the experience, the taller woman jolted by the landing and determined to roll through the pain with a snarl on her features. True to her determination, she was back on her feet in a matter of a few seconds, rubbing her right shoulder to return feeling to the limb as she turned about…
…just in time for Alexis to take to the air and SLAM her own shoulder deep into her opponents exposed tummy, the crowd ERUPTING as they frequently did when witnessing a well-executed Spear!!
SPEAR
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHV2pLRn4Pk
Carla folded like a matchbook as the air exploded from her body, her cheeks puffing out as her eyes spread open wide, her legs kicking up off the canvas after Atlantic smashed her off her feet. Crash hit the canvas with a winded grunt and bounced with the recoil, first rolling over onto her side before she just kept on going, momentum taking her end over end until she reached the apron. Unable (or unwilling) to hit the brakes, Carla dropped out of the ring and fell to the barely padded concrete outside of it, arms wrapped tightly about her punished abs as she struggled to recover.
Alexis was back up onto her feet, now the sole occupant of the squared circle, and she was beating a swift circuit around it’s four corners as she thrust both of her fists up into the air. Caught up in the moment, the FAWNatics were more than happy to let themselves get all riled up, following her prompt to get an increasingly familiar chant going…
“F*CK! YEAH!! F*CK! YEAH!! F*CK! YEAH!! F*CK! YEAH!! F*CK! YEAH!!”
Satisfied that her target audience was now fully embracing the desired mindset, Atlantic ended her whirlwind tour of the ring upon reaching her original corner, quickly scouting out her opponents’ current condition before she began ascending the turnbuckles. Upon reaching the peak of Everest, she crouched low and lined herself up with Carla who was busy scraping herself up off the concrete. Just as the taller woman was about to get her second wind, Atlantic leapt from her perch, the All-American Ass Kicker taking to the air as she flung herself out of the ring, bringing both of her hands together above her head.
Carla looked up just in time for the Diving Double Axhandle Smash to COLLIDE with the side of her noggin, her cranium snapping sideways with a THUMP!! as she immediately dropped down to one knee.
DIVING DOUBLE AXEHANDLE SMASH
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2dfLa_rN5s
As Alexis stuck her own landing with a great deal more vigour, pumping her right fist up into the air to keep the crowd going, Crash tried to immediately force her way back up to standing, only for her equilibrium to fail her, the taller woman toppling back down onto the deck, her entire world spinning on its axis.
Atlantic was in high spirits, the former Marine mixing it up with the fans in the front rows as her own momentum kept her striding forwards, delivering a crisp, enthusiastic high five to one lucky FAWNatic when she was finally able to come to a stop. After delivering a crisp salute to the masses, Alexis turned about…
…and the small arena plunged into darkness, the lights burning out so swiftly that not a single person had time to adjust to their sudden loss of vision. Panic rippled across the audience as Alexis could be heard cursing in annoyance, the young woman frustratingly familiar with this particular change in circumstances.
Before she could compensate, a loud CLANG!! filled the entire venue, and those positioned closest to the barricades witnessed the flurry of movement that had sent one figure crumpling to the concrete. Seconds passed before the houselights returned to renewed life, albeit far too late to be of any good.
All too quickly, the FAWNatics witnessed the worst that could have happened, Alexis now splayed out on the concrete, yet again the victim of an unseen assault.
Carla, having been given the chance to recover, was back up onto one knee, rubbing her head and arching her back with a grimace, attempting to ease out her own aches and pains. With the mildest expression of irritation, Crash looked between the fallen Atlantic and then the rest of the arena, the twitch of her brow betraying that she remained as much in the dark as to the identity of her mystery benefactor as everyone else.
She shook head regardless, dismissing the mystery as irrelevant as she pushed herself back up onto her feet and zeroed in on her opponent, much to the displeasure of the FAWNatics, scraping the Pocket Blonde off the concrete before shovelling her smaller frame back into the squared circle.
Without a great deal of ceremony, Carla followed her in, albeit under her own power, ducking between the top and middle ropes before she adjusted her tights. As the crowd showered her with disrespect, she shook her head dismissively in their direction, unconcerned with their adulation before to reached down grasp her groaning foe by her golden mane.
With a YANK she pulled the shell shocked, Little Lioness back up onto her feet before stuffing the young woman’s noggin between thighs, firmly securing the standing head scissors in the process. Pausing to confirm that they were at the centre of the ring, she methodically claimed one of her opponents’ arms before snagging the other, applying the Double Underhook that would keep the forcibly compliant Atlantic firmly in place.
“Starting to feel familiar?” Carla taunted, the Hardbodies own physique glimmering with a sheen of sweat. “Get used to it!” she sneered before, with a tensing of her thighs and a flexing of her shoulders, she powered the smaller woman up into a precarious position, holding her upside down with the toes of her boots pointing upwards towards the rafters.
There was only enough time for the Gladiatrix Photographers to capture the moment before the Hollywood Hooligan dropped, NAILING the crown of her burgeoning rivals’ noggin into the scarcely yielding plywood by way of a possessive Piledriver!!
REALITY CHECK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zoqK1XUmJOM
Already largely out of it, both the collision and the sharp compression of her neck near knocked the All-American Ass-Kicker out, her comparatively diminutive stature spasming up the length of her spine before she crumpled into a heap, her taunt buttocks pointing skywards and twitching parodically.
Carla pushed her dishevelled frame over before rolling the Pocket Blonde onto her back, claiming both of her stems as she rolled her up for a pin.
The Official, not overly pleased with how things had transpired, dropped down to the canvas regardless, knowing that there was little else that he could do.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The moment her victory was assured, Carla pushed herself free from her pedestal, wasting little time in scraping Alexis back off the deck, securing a handful of the blondes’ tights before forcibly tossing her to the outside of the squared circle!! Even as Atlantic was sent tumbling unceremoniously to the waiting concrete, the Hollywood Hooligan had already turned away, refusing to share the ring with anybody else at the moment of her triumph, much to the displeasure of those watching.
She climbed the closest set of turnbuckles and glared out at the FAWNatics, running a hand through her half shaven scalp before screaming.
“IT’S ABOUT ME!!” she asserted, demanding the acknowledgment that she had been so long denied during her previous vocation, and to hell with who she had to step on to receive it. “ME!!”
Exhaling deeply, she remained where she was, holding her arms out wide as if daring someone to try and take her moment from her.
CARLA CRASH
…As a former Marine, Alexis was no stranger to going for the throat. With Carla down on one knee, the All-American Ass Kicker set about doing precisely that, the small arena finding their collective voices as the pocket blonde turned about smartly on the spot and shot off for the furthest set of ring ropes. She rebounded back off them with practiced ease, her sprint gaining momentum as she zeroed in on her target…
…only for Crash to surge back up to vertical and, with a furious cry of her own, the Hollywood Hooligan extended one of her arms and almost BEHEADED the charging Atlantic with a brutal clothesline!!
CLOTHESLINE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYbsa0_Ip7k
Alexis hit the deck hard after her comparatively diminutive mass was sent spiralling head over heels, the poleaxed scrapper hitting canvas across her bosom before the plywood popped her up and over onto her back. She grimaced as the air almost visibly went out of the FAWNatics watching, concern quickly replacing elation as the young woman struggled to get back up, a sitting duck for her larger opponent who was already vertical.
Carla was in noticeably higher spirits now that it was Alexis on the ground instead of herself and, unsurprisingly, she was no more a stranger to going for the throat than her opponent. With a swagger in her step, she quickly found her foes blindside before ‘reloading her freakin’ biceps’ (an affectation she had picked up from her time on the silver screen), crouching low in preparation to strike.
As was their want to do, the FAWNatics collectively bellowed out a warning for Atlantic to heed but, as frequently seemed to be the case, the squared circle might as well of been a sound proof room for all of the help that their cry provided, Alexis none the wiser as she climbed painfully to her feet. Or, at least, that was how it appeared when the smaller woman turned about and Carla struck, kicking out with her right stem to gut Atlantic and forcibly fold her forwards, setting her up for an unwanted ‘Reality Check’…
…only to discover that Alexis was not so easily caught out, the former Marine no stranger to being under fire as she caught her opponents proffered foot before it could make contact!!
With her leg thus held aloft, Crash prepared to snarl out a defiant warning, but it would have fallen on deaf ears regardless of whether or not she was allowed to voice it. As it happened, she couldn’t even belt out the first syllable before Atlantic yanked her opponent forwards to better secure her leg, before WHIPPING herself around sharply to vigorously YANK Carla over onto the deck.
DRAGON SCREW
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bakuavwG7YI
It was Crash’s turn to be introduced to the canvas, and she was not at all a fan of the experience, the taller woman jolted by the landing and determined to roll through the pain with a snarl on her features. True to her determination, she was back on her feet in a matter of a few seconds, rubbing her right shoulder to return feeling to the limb as she turned about…
…just in time for Alexis to take to the air and SLAM her own shoulder deep into her opponents exposed tummy, the crowd ERUPTING as they frequently did when witnessing a well-executed Spear!!
SPEAR
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHV2pLRn4Pk
Carla folded like a matchbook as the air exploded from her body, her cheeks puffing out as her eyes spread open wide, her legs kicking up off the canvas after Atlantic smashed her off her feet. Crash hit the canvas with a winded grunt and bounced with the recoil, first rolling over onto her side before she just kept on going, momentum taking her end over end until she reached the apron. Unable (or unwilling) to hit the brakes, Carla dropped out of the ring and fell to the barely padded concrete outside of it, arms wrapped tightly about her punished abs as she struggled to recover.
Alexis was back up onto her feet, now the sole occupant of the squared circle, and she was beating a swift circuit around it’s four corners as she thrust both of her fists up into the air. Caught up in the moment, the FAWNatics were more than happy to let themselves get all riled up, following her prompt to get an increasingly familiar chant going…
“F*CK! YEAH!! F*CK! YEAH!! F*CK! YEAH!! F*CK! YEAH!! F*CK! YEAH!!”
Satisfied that her target audience was now fully embracing the desired mindset, Atlantic ended her whirlwind tour of the ring upon reaching her original corner, quickly scouting out her opponents’ current condition before she began ascending the turnbuckles. Upon reaching the peak of Everest, she crouched low and lined herself up with Carla who was busy scraping herself up off the concrete. Just as the taller woman was about to get her second wind, Atlantic leapt from her perch, the All-American Ass Kicker taking to the air as she flung herself out of the ring, bringing both of her hands together above her head.
Carla looked up just in time for the Diving Double Axhandle Smash to COLLIDE with the side of her noggin, her cranium snapping sideways with a THUMP!! as she immediately dropped down to one knee.
DIVING DOUBLE AXEHANDLE SMASH
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2dfLa_rN5s
As Alexis stuck her own landing with a great deal more vigour, pumping her right fist up into the air to keep the crowd going, Crash tried to immediately force her way back up to standing, only for her equilibrium to fail her, the taller woman toppling back down onto the deck, her entire world spinning on its axis.
Atlantic was in high spirits, the former Marine mixing it up with the fans in the front rows as her own momentum kept her striding forwards, delivering a crisp, enthusiastic high five to one lucky FAWNatic when she was finally able to come to a stop. After delivering a crisp salute to the masses, Alexis turned about…
…and the small arena plunged into darkness, the lights burning out so swiftly that not a single person had time to adjust to their sudden loss of vision. Panic rippled across the audience as Alexis could be heard cursing in annoyance, the young woman frustratingly familiar with this particular change in circumstances.
Before she could compensate, a loud CLANG!! filled the entire venue, and those positioned closest to the barricades witnessed the flurry of movement that had sent one figure crumpling to the concrete. Seconds passed before the houselights returned to renewed life, albeit far too late to be of any good.
All too quickly, the FAWNatics witnessed the worst that could have happened, Alexis now splayed out on the concrete, yet again the victim of an unseen assault.
Carla, having been given the chance to recover, was back up onto one knee, rubbing her head and arching her back with a grimace, attempting to ease out her own aches and pains. With the mildest expression of irritation, Crash looked between the fallen Atlantic and then the rest of the arena, the twitch of her brow betraying that she remained as much in the dark as to the identity of her mystery benefactor as everyone else.
She shook head regardless, dismissing the mystery as irrelevant as she pushed herself back up onto her feet and zeroed in on her opponent, much to the displeasure of the FAWNatics, scraping the Pocket Blonde off the concrete before shovelling her smaller frame back into the squared circle.
Without a great deal of ceremony, Carla followed her in, albeit under her own power, ducking between the top and middle ropes before she adjusted her tights. As the crowd showered her with disrespect, she shook her head dismissively in their direction, unconcerned with their adulation before to reached down grasp her groaning foe by her golden mane.
With a YANK she pulled the shell shocked, Little Lioness back up onto her feet before stuffing the young woman’s noggin between thighs, firmly securing the standing head scissors in the process. Pausing to confirm that they were at the centre of the ring, she methodically claimed one of her opponents’ arms before snagging the other, applying the Double Underhook that would keep the forcibly compliant Atlantic firmly in place.
“Starting to feel familiar?” Carla taunted, the Hardbodies own physique glimmering with a sheen of sweat. “Get used to it!” she sneered before, with a tensing of her thighs and a flexing of her shoulders, she powered the smaller woman up into a precarious position, holding her upside down with the toes of her boots pointing upwards towards the rafters.
There was only enough time for the Gladiatrix Photographers to capture the moment before the Hollywood Hooligan dropped, NAILING the crown of her burgeoning rivals’ noggin into the scarcely yielding plywood by way of a possessive Piledriver!!
REALITY CHECK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zoqK1XUmJOM
Already largely out of it, both the collision and the sharp compression of her neck near knocked the All-American Ass-Kicker out, her comparatively diminutive stature spasming up the length of her spine before she crumpled into a heap, her taunt buttocks pointing skywards and twitching parodically.
Carla pushed her dishevelled frame over before rolling the Pocket Blonde onto her back, claiming both of her stems as she rolled her up for a pin.
The Official, not overly pleased with how things had transpired, dropped down to the canvas regardless, knowing that there was little else that he could do.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The moment her victory was assured, Carla pushed herself free from her pedestal, wasting little time in scraping Alexis back off the deck, securing a handful of the blondes’ tights before forcibly tossing her to the outside of the squared circle!! Even as Atlantic was sent tumbling unceremoniously to the waiting concrete, the Hollywood Hooligan had already turned away, refusing to share the ring with anybody else at the moment of her triumph, much to the displeasure of those watching.
She climbed the closest set of turnbuckles and glared out at the FAWNatics, running a hand through her half shaven scalp before screaming.
“IT’S ABOUT ME!!” she asserted, demanding the acknowledgment that she had been so long denied during her previous vocation, and to hell with who she had to step on to receive it. “ME!!”
Exhaling deeply, she remained where she was, holding her arms out wide as if daring someone to try and take her moment from her.