Post by dsb on Feb 11, 2020 0:40:49 GMT
Not only was it a new year, but also a new decade, and the minds of the FAWNatics were all awhirl as to where the future might lead. With that in mind, the packed arena was abuzz with excitement as the Card rolled on, and it was with increasing interest that they anticipated the next match…
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the Announcer began, attaining their attention. “The following Tag Team contest will be for One Fall!! Introducing first…
DANGEROUS
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…the sound system cut him off, the seemingly world-weary Announcer accepting the interruption with the all of the good grace as could be summoned by one who had simply become used to it. The house lights dropped to a more modest illumination as the opening chords drew every set of eyes in the arena to the empty stage, the lyrics ‘This is how it’s gonna be’ enrapturing their attention. There were enough people in attendance who had remained up to date on the House Show circuit to be aware as to whom exactly the opening verse eluded to in order to begin a chorus of misgivings, but it was only when…
“I’m Dangerous!!”
…reached every corner of the Orlando Arena that the BOOS began in earnest.
The duo of Daisy LeMay and Alejandra Fernandez emerged in tandem, regardless of the crowd’s hostile reaction, the odd couple known as Bad Reputation pushing through the curtains in defiance of their lack of welcome.
ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ
It was Alejandra who surged ahead, her path to the ring straight and narrow, her regard for the audience settling somewhere between little and none, every inch of her chiselled physique primed to unleash violence at a moment’s notice. Her five foot three and one hundred- and twenty-two-pound frame was wrapped tightly in one hundred percent leather, the tightness of its curves leaving little to the imagination and exposing a great deal of glistening, ebony skin.
DAISY LEMAY
Daisy, for her own part, could not have looked more at odds with her erstwhile partner in crime, the cherry cheeked, bountiful blonde darting from left to right as she took a far less direct approach to the squared circle, sporting enough pink lace in her two-piece attire to fool the unwary. She cheered and clapped and waved as though she was being welcomed by the FAWNatics instead of rejected, skipping with a bounce in her step that would put many a Babyface to shame!
With a smile that was as sweet as could be, the seemingly delusional veteran was apparently in a world of her own, moving to slap hands that were not extended and answering cheers that did not exist with hearty fist pumps. Standing in at five foot four and one-hundred and twelve pounds, she certainly looked the part of a beloved crowd favourite, but years of experience had taught the FAWNatics to be wary of her particular brand of peppiness.
While Alejandra ascended the steels steps and entered the squared circle without ceremony, rolling her shoulders to remain limber, Daisy was clearly in no hurry herself. Taking a sharp right turn, the Cherub Cheeked Demon made her way to the Time Keepers table and, with a smile as bright as could be, she held out her hands expectantly.
For several, uncomfortable moments, the gentlemen in question was at a loss as to what he was expected to do, looking between the blonde before him and his fellow officials in a dumbfounded fashion. With no help coming from the other stagehands, the Timekeeper, clearly flummoxed, somewhat feebly shrugged and, with nothing better springing to mind, offered LeMay a spare microphone.
Evidently, given her reaction, that was not what she had wanted. Daisy scowled in his direction, stepping forwards quickly and berating his ineptitude with an accusatory, pointed finger. While most of it was lost, several accusations concerning the gentlemen’s parentage could be picked up by nearby mics and, while he did his best to whether the storm, LeMay eventually pointed to an accessary tucked away behind his seat for safe keeping.
Perhaps desperate to escape the verbal wrath of the Dastardly Damsel, the Timekeeper retrieved the prop he had scarcely been aware had been left there, and handed it over to the irate Daisy. The blonde accepted the mystery item from out of his grasp and, so retrieved, LeMay stepped, not missing a beat as her ‘pleasant persona’ reasserted itself as though she had not just been venom spitting hellion.
With her property so claimed, the grinning Daisy dived into the ring and popped back up to standing, the FAWNatics finally able to bare witness to what had been responsible for all of the drama. LeMay held out the large, cardboard sign to Alejandra who, with patient reluctance, took it from her tag partner and agreed to wait for her cue. Satisfied, Daisy then snatched the microphone from the Announcers grasp and turned to address the FAWNatics, vibrantly waving to them all as though they were showering her with praise.
They were not.
Undeterred, the Babyfaced killer brought the stick up to her lips and placed a hand across her chest. “Fear not, my erstwhile cousins from across the seas,” she began, addressing the FAWNatics that were not her fellow Americans, “for while your quaint nations maybe squabbling and wallowing in stagnation, a solution has finally arrived. I, Daisy LeMay, do solemnly swear,” she paused, both for dramatic effect, and to give Alejandra time to raise the homemade sign up high, the words boldly written across it echoing her declaration, “to MAKE! EUROPE!! GREAT!!! AGAIN!!!!”
Unsurprisingly, given the global appeal of the FAWN brand, no small number in attendance at the PPV were from said continent, and none of them seemed to be overly impressed by her campaign promise.
Daisy raised up her hand to accept the accolades that did not exist. “Doing so will be long and arduous, but first, we need only…”
HANDS UP
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When the music cut in, Daisy’s microphone cut out, leaving the Cherub Cheeked Demon fuming, the blonde cursing a futile blue streak as all eyes, and the live feed, were rapidly turned to the suddenly, unlit stage.
The FAWNatics waited with baited breath through the music’s opening verse although, truth be told, most already knew as to whom it belonged to. Their collective anticipation built regardless however until, inevitably, the chorus began to kick in…
‘We can feel the fire,
never getting tired,’
…feeding their delight when…
‘So come one and put your hands up,
We’re gonna burn the house down!!’
…accompanied the sudden illumination of the stage, the appearance of two, perfectly petite, wonderfully packaged Brits. The World’s Best Brits to be precise!!
Scarlet was the first to dart on ahead, as was her nature, the little sister of the Upstart Supreme eager to chart her own course heedless of the danger that was presented. Leaving nary a chance for any potential protest, she shot off like a bullet, making a B-Line for the squared circle and dived beneath the bottom rope, popping back up onto her feet without missing a stride. She made rapid progress to the furthest set of turnbuckles, deliberately bumping Daisy’s shoulder on the way past, and quickly climbed up onto the second, all five foot two and one hundred and ten pounds of her saluting the FAWNatics with her arms stretched out wide.
SCARLET SINCLAIR
Samantha Sinclair was not that far behind, the brunette of petite proportions setting off down the ramp at a brisk and lively pace as she made her way to the ring, diverting from her destination as she spotted the youngest members of the audience in the front rows and delivering a swift and heartfelt hug to make their respectful evenings. Standing in at five foot four and one-hundred and ten pounds, her spirited and welcoming demeanour made her every inch the People’s Princess, welcoming the masses with open arms as they welcomed her in return.
SAMANTHA SINCLAIR
Arriving at the ring, the lithe, gold clad grappler hopped up onto the apron without even a hint of hinderance, grasping onto the top rope in short order. After delivering a cheeky shake of her pert booty, Sammie leaned backwards before positively vaulting her slender physique up and over the uppermost coil, turning about into a darling spiral as her boots returned to canvas, brunette curls bouncing about her shoulders as she toured the four corners of the squared circle.
She collected her little sister along the way with practiced ease, Scarlet dropping down from her perch, following a small let insistent tug to the rim of her shorts, and somewhat begrudgingly falling into stride, that is until the duo came quickly face to face with their opposite numbers, both LeMay and Alejandra waiting with murder into their eyes.
Sammie smiled, utterly disarming, utterly sincere, her baby brown eyes darting to Daisy’s sign as the tips of her own fingers tentatively drummed the gleaming faceplate of the coveted, ten pounds of EuroAsia Title strapped snuggly about her slim midriff. “It’s not bad,” she nodded, tentatively nibbling on her own, bottom lip before unbuckling her coveted Belt and held the strap out to Scarlet who, to her credit, didn’t miss a beat.
Scarlet accepted the Title and, grasping it with both hands, whipped the EuroAsia up high, the FAWNatics accompanying the ‘raising of the flag’ with a loud and hearty chant of…
“WORLD’S BEST BRITS!!! WORLDS BEST BRITS!!! WORLDS BEST BRITS!!! WORLDS BEST BRITS!!!”
Sammie turned her pretty peepers to Alejandra, Fernandez still stood to the back of LeMay with her own sign upraised, the Prototype silently seething, resentful for having to wait for her opportunity to reassert her dominance over the beloved, stubborn Sinclair. Sam found her own gaze, ever so slightly narrowing as her eyes locked with Alejandra’s dark glare, the concussion that had been inflicted upon the People’s Princess at the hands of the Prototype the primary reason that they were here tonight.
Sammie could have delivered all manner of retorts that she had been ruthlessly denied at ‘All Hollow’s Evil’, instead, she spoke just three words as Scarlet smirked beside her big sister, “Ours is better.”
Without another word, every inch of her fuming, Alejandra dropped LeMay’s homemade sign and moved to surge forwards, fists clenched and shoulders rolling. Daisy stopped her erstwhile partner in her tracks with perfectly reasonable pleas and yet, even halted as she was, neither Sinclair took their eyes off the powerhouse Fernandez.
Which, as it turned out, proved to be an error in judgment, Daisy spinning rapidly on the spot and, with viperous intent, JABBED he thumb right into the peeper of the blindsided Sammie!! The FAWNatics cried fowl as the Upstart Supreme released an involuntary yelp and stumbled away, one palm covering her baby browns as she recoiled from the stab of pain.
The Cherub Cheeked Demon looked as pleased as could be as her victim was ruthlessly blinded, pointing and mocking the elder Sinclair even as she prepared to deflect the protests of the Official. In reality, she should have been more concerned about Scarlet, the miniature Brit taking immediate exception to the pearl harbour assault on her sister and surging forwards with a shout!!
The Little Lioness leapt past LeMay’s blindside and, before the Dastardly Damsel could compensate, collected the blonde’s noggin before allowing both gravity and momentum to do most of the work. Daisy was ripped backwards off her feet as Scarlet returned to canvas, her neck receiving the worst of the torque as she released a cry in response to the rapid rotation, bouncing off the mat after being on the wrong end of the swift assault.
JUMPING NECKBREAKER
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Scarlet was back up on her feet in a flash, following a swift little bounce on her taunt booty, and the Barroom Brit evidently possessed little sympathy for the turtled LeMay as she leaned forwards to deliver a ‘stern’ telling off. Much like the audience however, who were far too eager to begin cheering, she really should have learned from the last handful of seconds, and paid more attention to her surroundings as Alejandra took her turn to surge into the breach!!
The Muscle of Bad Reputation turned the cheers of the FAWNatics into cries of renewed concern as she launched across the canvas at surprising pace, raising her powerful right stem and SLAMMING the sole of her boot clean across the unsuspecting temple of the smallest Brit in the ring!!
RUNNING BIG BOOT
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Scarlet pivoted in a sharp, one eighty spiral that dropped her down to one knee, a hollow grunt escaping the throat of the petite brunette as she remained penitent, the aimless sway of her right arm betraying her stunned condition as Fernandez circled her chosen prey.
Alejandra ‘reloaded’ both of her biceps as she exhaled sharply before picking her spot, standing before Scarlet and grasping her right arm. With a sharp tug, she hauled the younger woman back up onto her feet, only to securing one of the smaller girl’s athletic stems for good measure and muscle the Little Sister of the People’s Princess up and across Fernandez’s rigid shoulders.
So secured in a Fireman’s Carry, Scarlet attempted to wriggle free, a small (somewhat incoherent) warning even managing to emerge from her pert bosom, but it was all for naught as Alejandra didn’t wait on ceremony. Pushing up on the captured Sinclair’s firm thigh, she SHOVED the girl’s lower body upwards, forcing her to pivot up and over and Fernandez dropped down onto one knee. Just as Scarlet was plummeting back down to earth, her rapid descent was met by a rapid roadblock, the base of neck CRACKING down across her abusers posted joint!!
FIREMAN’S CARRY NECKBREAKER
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Released at the end of her fall, Scarlet recoiled to sitting with a GRUNT driven from her petite body, the Brit swaying with a pained grimace before she slopped over onto her side, her right thigh twitching as she struggled to recover.
Alejandra, the only one in the squared circle looking none the worse for wear, assertively pushed her way back up to standing, looking dominant as she surveyed her new kingdom…
…only to receive a Sammie Kick to the underside of her jaw for her trouble!!
The People positively erupted when their Princess returned to the fray, one peeper still blurry as she launched into one of her most patented of strikes, the underside of her boot near taking Fernandez’s head off!!! As Alejandra toppled backwards, Sammie came to a stumbling stop, taking a moment to regather her bearings following her reactive assault, sighing with visible relief that she had hit the right person, and not accidently taken out her own sister.
Leaning forwards, the eldest of the Sinclair Sisters returned to massaging her palm over her wounded baby brown, the pretty peeper still stinging furiously and resistant to opening. It was a momentary distraction but, as had become par for the course, it was all of the hesitation required to bring the free for all right back to start, Daisy LeMay darting in and SLAMMING her forearm into her foes unprotected knee with a brutal Chop Block!!
CHOP BLOCK
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Sammie released a pained yelp as her athletic limb was ripped out from underneath her with joint rattling force, spinning her to the deck with worrying force. Made of sterner stuff than she was often given credit for, the Baby Girl of the Legendary Rick ‘Golden Goliath’ Sinclair rolled her way back up to one knee in short order, a grimace upon her features as LeMay was likewise back up on her feet in a flash.
In the ascendency as she was, Daisy was by far the first to react, much to the disgruntlement of the FAWNatics, wicked grin on her features as she eagerly scampering from one foot to the other before darting right in to attack for a second time. The Cherub Cheeked Demon wasted no time as she pivoted sharply on the spot before slamming a vicious, discuss elbow into the grounded Sammie’s temple, momentarily knocking the light from her eyes and sending her slumping sideways.
All of this had occurred in a shockingly short period of time, the tit for tat assaults escalating until the Official was finally able to catch up with what was happening, and realise that the bell had even been rung!!!
“Enough!!” the man in black and white insisted, even as Daisy was skipping around the ring in ‘victory’, hands behind her back and looking as innocent as could be. The Official waded in, as best as he could, trying to at least look like he was in control of the situation as he began ushering a woozy (and extremely irate) Alejandra out of the squared circle.
“Only two people allowed in the ring,” he insisted, “one from each team!!” he felt the need to hastily clarify.
“Of course, of course,” LeMay agreed enthusiastically, hopping into action herself, behaving as though she was not the one who had lit the fuse to this whole free for all herself. She immediately took advantage (made herself useful) of the cluster f*ck that she had created (unfortunate circumstances that had occurred) by delivering several jarring kicks (gentle reminders) to the down Scarlet to shove (guide) her out of the ring!
With a series of winded grunts, and one bite of anger, Scarlet was sent tumbling out of the squared circle, rolling unceremoniously off the edge of apron and sent tumbling to the barely padded concrete below.
Dusting off her hands in satisfaction (her good deed done for the day), LeMay turned about on the spot with a wicked grin spreading across her features, finding herself alone now in the ring with Sinclair. She could scarcely contain her anticipation as a stunned Sammie was only just pulling herself back up with an assist from the ring ropes and the man in black and white, eager to get matters officially started, failed to properly take in the current circumstances before calling for the bell.
Back on her feet, Sammie stumbled away from the ropes, and right into the path of the waiting Daisy…
LeMay uncoiled in a flash, leaping into a spiral and capturing the Upstart Supreme around her noggin, the Dastardly Damsel both locking in and EXACUTING a Daisy Cutter for the highlight reel, yanking Sinclair forwards and CRACKING her forehead against a posted shoulder!!
DAISY CUTTER
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Sammie jack knifed away from the match ending collision with a heart-breaking moan, the perfectly petite Brit slumping to the deck in a starfish and with a twitch in her right stem.
Pouncing like a feline going right for the jugular, Daisy’s heart was beating a mile a minute as she leapt atop the splayed out, crowd sweetheart and collected both of the girl’s athletic legs for good measure, rolling her up into a tight pinfall.
On the ball for at least once this evening, the Official dropped the canvas to begin counting, the FAWNatics booing the injustice of it all.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE…
Sammie threw up a shoulder with a shout, rolling over onto her front to narrowly avoid the swiftest defeat in her career. She didn’t get much further than that, her burst of adrenaline fading swiftly, the young woman laying in a stupor as she struggled to regain her senses.
Daisy was furious, first sitting up in horrified indignation before almost immediately turning on the Official, back on her feet in an instant and SLAPPING her palms together three times. “Three count!!” she insisted, holding up the appropriate number of digits to his face to make her point. “The was a THREE COUNT!!”
The Official, although flustered, would not back down, sticking by his decision of ‘two and a three quarters’.
That didn’t improve Daisy’s mood, nor did it evidently convince her, the blonde snarling as she marched back on over to Sinclair and, to further demonstrate her case, STOMPED the small of Sammie’s unprotected back…
ONCE! TWICE!! THRICE!!!
…to make her point!!
The EuroAsia Champion released a soft grunt, groan and moan as she was painfully jolted by each impact, but she made no further effort to protect herself, or protest her ill treatment.
“DAISY!!” Alejandra shouted, cutting through the fog of the blonde’s strop, her harshness of her tone demanding the entirety of the blonde’s attention. “TAG ME IN, NOW!”
LeMay looked up, bottom lip all a pout and her nose scrunched up in irritation, matching her tag partners intense stare with a huff. For a moment it looked as though she were about to protest, the Dastardly Damsel quick to remind her partner in crime just who was in charge of their mutual alliance, but something in Alejandra glare gave her pause to hesitate.
“Of course!!” she suddenly beamed, Daisy’s demeanour pivoting on a dime, her manner all a glow and as sweet as can be as she all but skipped on over to Fernandez, slapping her extended palm with her own. “What was I thinking? There’s plenty of Sammie to go around!!”
So, released from her place on the apron, Alejandra ducked into the ring and, as she bowed low in preparation, LeMay didn’t take her chance to vacate the squared circle in turn. Instead, with a glint in her eye, to dashed on back over to Sinclair, the brunette in question pushing her way up onto her elbows and shaking her head.
“Poor little dear,” Daisy cooed with a shocking degree of sincerity, tucking her arms under Sinclair’s shoulders and bullying the young woman back up into her feet before she was even close to stable. “It’s too bad Cromwell isn’t about to lend you a hand,” she went on to observe, referencing Sammie’s former, traitorous partner, “I would have loved to drop her on her head again too!”
Sinclair, her head still feeling woozy, mumbled some manner of retort as she was propped back into one set of ring ropes, but LeMay wasn’t really listening. The Babyfaced Killer was instead far more intent on spinning around sharply on the spot and, with one wrist secured, launch Sammie into an unwanted sprint across the ring by way of Irish Whip!!
So prompted, the Little Sparrow dashed away across the canvas and, opposite her, Alejandra exhaled sharply and launched into a sprint of her own. The met at centre ring and, with a snapped snarl, Fernandez met her frustratingly stubborn adversary with a stiff, right arm extended, connecting with a BRUTAL Clothesline from Hell!!
The WHACK was audible to those watching from the front rows and, with an iron limb colliding with her neck and shoulders, Sammie went down with a thunderous crash. Knocked off her feet, her athletic gams flew upwards whilst her back lead her collision with the canvas, a breathy groan escaping from her lithe physique as the plywood flexed violently and the recoil popped her right back to sitting.
Already struggling to breath, there was little more Sammie could do than release a soft moan as Alejandra almost immediately dropped down to one knee behind her and locked her into a stiff Dragon Sleeper. Encircling her slim throat with a tensed bicep and curling her neck into a pained curl, Fernandez forced Sinclair’s spine to follow that same arch, applying a swift burst of pressure that forced the Perfectly Packaged Brits eyes to flutter and her lips to part slightly, her petite bosom forcibly pointed upwards towards the rafters.
Trussed up as she was in the sapping embrace, Sammie kicked out with her stems as her right arm almost idly grasped out for nothing, her posture otherwise wilting with every breath stolen.
“This is the day,” Alejandra promised, inhaling deeply and calmly. “This is the day I’m better than you.”
As if to add an exclamation to her point, Fernandez rolled her free shoulder before raining down a duo of stiff forearms onto Sinclair’s exposed bosom, a pained grunt escaping from her victim as reward. To her surprise, Sammie scrunched up her button nose in answer to the abuse and, with her cheeks puffing out in a sign of crowd-pleasing defiance, she bucked her miniature mass in her renewed efforts to wriggle free.
Alejandra was having none of that, her lip curling for just a moment before she rained down a third forearm smash, this one even stiffer than the others, the sharp impact knocking a little of starch out of Sammie’s attempted recovery. With the smaller brunette rendered suitably pliant from the clubbing blow, Fernandez released her hold and, as much welcomed air flooded into Sinclair starved lungs, she yanked the lighter woman back up to vertical.
With arms tucked beneath the crowd favourites slighter shoulders, she almost tossed the brunette into the nearest corner, Alejandra quickly wedging her up against the turnbuckles, and trussing her arms up around the top ropes. A swift, solid knee strike to Sinclair’s exposed tummy gutted the Two Time FAWN Champion, and convinced her to stay put, her knees seemingly made of putty as she struggled to stay upright.
Fernandez backed up, her breathing slow and measured, her glare never leaving Sinclair as she methodically retraced her steps back to the opposite corner. Satisfied with the distance that she had created, Fernandez suddenly charged forwards, a freight train that couldn’t be stopped before she leapt into the air at the last pace.
At the last moment, Sinclair was able to look up, and it was with a groan from the watching FAWNatics that the People’s Princess was all but flattened beneath the mass of the Prototype. With the Avalanche Splash connecting, Sammie had no-where left to recoil to as she was crushed between her foes chiselled physique and the barely yielding turnbuckles to her back. As such, she spasmed instead, gasping with a moan before her head lolled forwards, petite frame shuddering as her taunt little toosh came down to sitting on the middle pad.
“SAM!!” Scarlet suddenly shouted from her teams’ corner, having scraped herself off the concrete and, after downing a full beverage that had belonged to an astonished spectator in the front row in equally astonishing short order (for stamina, of course), had collected her senses enough to make herself useful. “STOP BEING A PUSSY, AND KICK HER ASS ALREADY!!” the Little Lioness insisted, clapping enthusiastically as she did so, the FAWNatics soon taking up her (admittedly, unintentional prompting) and joining in with her percussion.
Soon, the entire arena was clapping in unison, willing the Upstart Supreme to recover.
Sammie showed no signs of doing so, slumped in the corner as she was, Alejandra shaking her head at the crowd’s efforts to hijack her moment as she methodically retraced her steps back to the opposite corner. That measured pace swiftly became a full head of steam, and she charged right back in to a deliver a second, Avalanche Splash!!
She leapt at the last moment and…
…with a loud (if not exactly fearsome) war cry, Sammie steeled her babyface resolve and threw up her coveted, right stem, bracing her petite physique against the turnbuckles she had been wedged into and SLAMMED the sole of upraised boot into the unprotected cheek of Fernandez. With the WHACK of the collision echoing across the walls, Alejandra recoiled as though she had been hit by a cinderblock, stumbling away in a wide spiral as she clutched at her pain wracked jaw.
The FAWNatics erupted with fresh cheers as Sammie inhaled deeply, blinking several times as though she were waking from a deep slumber and, with a shake of her head, prepared to claim back some measure of momentum. Even with her senses still spinning, the EuroAsia Champion demonstrated her family spirit by hupping her boot leather off the canvas, popping her athletic frame to standing on the second turnbuckle and, so perched, spied
her next opening.
As Alejandra turned about, having successfully remained upright, Sinclair flung herself out into the air in a beautiful Cross Body Splash…
…only for Fernandez to catch her, the Little Sparrow plucked from the air and, before she could recover, the Prototype secured her spritely cargo in a snug, cross body press before dropping down sharply to one knee. She positively CRACKED the curve of Sammie’s spine down across her stiff, posted joint with a ruthlessly precise backbreaker, enjoying the barked cry that emerged from the pained, crowd sweetheart. She enjoyed it so much, she pressed down on the underside of the Brits jaw at the same time as the girls, quivering thigh, and jolted her still further into a wicked arch.
Sammie grooooooaned as she was so tortured, her shoulders quivering from the torment, but there was little she could do as her will to deft Alejandra was sapped from her one measured creak at a time.
With her eyes clenched tightly, Sammie shook her head as much as she was able in reply to the Official’s request for her surrender, and Alejandra snorted in reply to the smaller brunette’s unwillingness to surrender.
Brushing off her irritation, Fernandez retained her grip of her gold clad rival, first scooping the limp limbed, young woman back up into a cross body press before returning to vertical, and then bodily muscling her now suitably pliant cargo to perch up and over one of her powerful shoulders. With Sammie so secured like a sack of potatoes, Alejandra inhaled deeply, mapping out her spot before she prepared to plant the Perfectly Packaged Brit with a Running Powerslam!!
Sinclair, however, had other ideas… only this time it proved to be Sinclair the Younger who would take it upon herself to upset momentum!! The Barroom Brit, not at all happy with how things were doing, abandoned her spot on the apron and ran down the side of the apron, Scarlet spotting an opportunity for mischief (tactical thinking) as Fernandez had strayed too close to the ropes.
Just as Alejandra began her charge, Scarlet reached over the top coils (egged on by those in the front row) and snagged her elder sister by her dangling ankles (somewhat unceremoniously) YANKING backwards on her siblings’ lower limbs even as Fernandez was charging forwards. Unprepared for the resistance, Sammie slipped right out of her opponents embrace, dropping down out of the backdoor with some assistance and just barely avoiding disaster.
Scarlet released her sister’s ankles in time for Sammie to affect her own landing without impediment, freckled cheeks all aglow as she wasn’t entirely certain as to how to had arrived at this destination. The FAWNatics didn’t care, they were too busy cheering, even as the startled Alejandra released a short, sharp shout of fury at being denied at the last moment, turning back around to rectify that disservice.
For her troubles, she was met with a sweet as you like Dropkick, the People’s Princess nailing her in the chest with enough force to knock the Prototype down. Both hit the deck with a bump, Alejandra snarling and Sammie bouncing and, with adrenaline spiking in unison, they were both on their feet in a flash. Sinclair, again, was a moment too quick for Fernandez and, AGAIN, she connected with a beautiful dropkick, Sammie running near enough on instinct as Alejandra grew increasingly frustrated.
Her own torso throbbing from the duo of swift impacts, the muscle of Bad Reputation slammed the knuckles of both of her fists down into the canvas before shoving her way back up to standing, baying for blood now even as, with Sammie momentarily on her back, the Upstart Supreme surged her way to vertical by way of FAWN’s Favourite Kip Up!!
The Loyalists Legionnaires were in full voice now and, as Alejandra charged, Sinclair ducked low and just scarcely avoided a wicked looking clothesline. She kept on sprinting, the girl with chocolate curls riding that Babyface momentum for all that it was worth before she turned about into the waiting ring topes, rebounding of the rubber coated steel for even greater velocity…
…Fernandez was back on her in a second, prepared to SMASH the defiance right out of her…
…only for Sammie to throw herself to the deck into the most delightfully dynamic baseball slide to have ever been performed by a Brit. Sinclair deftly avoided the impending danger and, well beyond her adversary’s ability to once again ensnare her, the pained EuroAsia Champion popped back up to standing and dived, swinging out her right arm to slap the outstretched palm of her little sister…
…Scarlet YELPED as she was suddenly YANKED away from her place on the apron, Daisy grabbing the hem of her shorts and, before the miniature brunette knew what was happening, RIPPED her from her perch!! Unprepared for her sudden and unplanned descent, the Royal Renegade plummeted to the cold concrete outside the ring, connecting with the unyielding surface shoulder first and encouraging a pained YELP to escape the small body of Scarlet Sinclair.
Sammie, her hot tag resulting in a swing in a miss, took a few moments to realise why, shaking her head before pushing herself up onto one knee. Upon clearly seeing her little sister in distress, her big sister instincts immediately took over, the Little Sparrow on her feet in a instant despite her aches and pains, leaning over to deliver a (not as) stern (as she imagined) reprimand in the direction the LeMay outside the ring.
Daisy immediately held up both of her hands in an exaggerated display of innocence, pleading her case with commendable conviction being as she had been caught red handed by absolutely everyone in the packed arena.
“No, no, no,” the Cherub Cheeked Demon reinforced her denial, “she tripped, she tripped,” she continued to insist. “I tried to catch her; pinkie promise I swear! See, look, I’m helping,” a wicked grin creased her apple cheeks, “I’ll go get her a chair…”
“Don’t you…” Sammie began but, for once, it was the Official that was first to react, the man in black and white moving with surprising swiftness as he dropped to the canvas and rolled out the ring, moving to confront LeMay before she could even think of getting a weapon.
“Not tonight, Daisy,” the Official warned, his patience having already reached its limit for the evening, “back to your corner, now!”
Daisy stamped her foot in the negative, the Dastardly Damsel throwing herself into full strop mode following the reprimand, soon waving her arms about and making a wonderfully annoying distraction of herself.
Sammie, her Babyfaced Dander all a fluster, button nose all scrunched up in adorable fashion, could take no more of LeMay’s screeching, deciding there and then to take matters into her own hands, and apologise to the Official later. Back peddling two strides, she prepared to charge forwards, throwing herself over the top rope to connect with a daring, aerial assault…
…a course of action that never passed the planning stage, not as a silently enraged Alejandra charged down on her blindside. The FAWNatics tried to cry out a warning, but it was far too late to be useful, that collective shout transforming into a gasp of despair as Fernandez barrelled across the ring, ten pounds of stolen leather and metal in her hands, and positively CRACKED the Perfectly Packaged Brit over the back of her head with her own EuroAsia Title!!
Of everyone in the arena, the Official was the only one to not see it, and even as Sammie flopped forwards like a puppet with her strings cut, he was still too busy admonishing LeMay.
Sinclair, all starch vanished from her physique, slumped over the top rope, her arms inadvertently tangling themselves about the rubber coated steel and conspiring to keep her precariously upright. With pretty peepers fluttering, she was all but blind to the world around her, muscles twitching as her nerves misfired randomly.
Alejandra, rolling her neck, tossed the stolen belt away, watching as it skidded across the canvas and then slipped off the edge of the apron and out of sight. Evidence so disposed of, she returned to the matter at hand, the Prototype grasping the pliant People’s Princess by her curls and pulled her from the ropes. Collecting her submissive cargo up into her grasp, she muscled the young woman back up and over onto a perch across one shoulder, holding her in place like a sack of potatoes.
With a sharp, deeply satisfied inhale, Alejandra charged across the ring and, once she had reached its centre, the spot she desired most, she popped her opponent free before PLANTING her into the deck via a devastating, Running Powerslam!!
RUNNING POWERSLAM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JUkTTyFc5s
The heavy groan that escaped Sammie’s body was hollow as it was loud, her torso compacted between the scarcely yielding plywood, and Fernandez’s muscled frame, crushing her smaller body in such a way that left her utterly empty of air. Alejandra wasted no time in capitalising her advantage, retaining her cover over her downed foe and, with a deep inhale of an eager breath, she collected both of the coveted stems of the Upstart Supreme and rolled her up tight into a possessive pinfall.
Daisy, her duty done, wasted no time in alerting the Official to current goings on inside the squared circle and, with a quick curse (followed by the derision of the FAWNatics), he dived back into the ring to begin his count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
No sooner had his palm hit the canvas for the third time, did…
DANGEROUS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mx6ewZpuHjI
…begin blasting from the loud speakers, confirming the biggest victory in the careers of Bad Reputation, specifically Alejandra Fernandez herself. Having just pinned the EuroAsia Champion on the first PPV of the Decade, the Prototype took her time in peeling her far more powerful physique from off that of the People’s Princess, Sammie’s stems flopping open on the mat after Fernandez released them, almost inviting in the manner that they were spread.
“Finally,” Alejandra exhaled with pained satisfaction, deliberately finding her feet and standing imperiously over her defeated foe.
Daisy, by comparison, was positively ecstatic, diving into the ring and skipping about all four corners of the squared circle as though she had just won the Superbowl. “I told you!!” she exclaimed, far from gracious in victory, “I TOLD YOU ALL!!”
She came to sudden halt at ringside, berating a stagehand until he brought her what she wanted, grinning like a cherub cheeked lunatic once she had her homemade sign back in hand. She held it up high, her campaign promise spelled out for all to see, four words that earned her a barrage of boos and denial.
“You’ll see!!” she promised, the Dastardly Damsel coming to stand beside her partner in crime, Alejandra’s own posture unflinching as she glared down at the fallen, Perfectly Packed Brit at her feet. “At Heartbroken, you’ll see!! Fernandez will MAKE! EUROPE!! GREAT!!! AGAIN!!!!”
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the Announcer began, attaining their attention. “The following Tag Team contest will be for One Fall!! Introducing first…
DANGEROUS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mx6ewZpuHjI
…the sound system cut him off, the seemingly world-weary Announcer accepting the interruption with the all of the good grace as could be summoned by one who had simply become used to it. The house lights dropped to a more modest illumination as the opening chords drew every set of eyes in the arena to the empty stage, the lyrics ‘This is how it’s gonna be’ enrapturing their attention. There were enough people in attendance who had remained up to date on the House Show circuit to be aware as to whom exactly the opening verse eluded to in order to begin a chorus of misgivings, but it was only when…
“I’m Dangerous!!”
…reached every corner of the Orlando Arena that the BOOS began in earnest.
The duo of Daisy LeMay and Alejandra Fernandez emerged in tandem, regardless of the crowd’s hostile reaction, the odd couple known as Bad Reputation pushing through the curtains in defiance of their lack of welcome.
ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ
It was Alejandra who surged ahead, her path to the ring straight and narrow, her regard for the audience settling somewhere between little and none, every inch of her chiselled physique primed to unleash violence at a moment’s notice. Her five foot three and one hundred- and twenty-two-pound frame was wrapped tightly in one hundred percent leather, the tightness of its curves leaving little to the imagination and exposing a great deal of glistening, ebony skin.
DAISY LEMAY
Daisy, for her own part, could not have looked more at odds with her erstwhile partner in crime, the cherry cheeked, bountiful blonde darting from left to right as she took a far less direct approach to the squared circle, sporting enough pink lace in her two-piece attire to fool the unwary. She cheered and clapped and waved as though she was being welcomed by the FAWNatics instead of rejected, skipping with a bounce in her step that would put many a Babyface to shame!
With a smile that was as sweet as could be, the seemingly delusional veteran was apparently in a world of her own, moving to slap hands that were not extended and answering cheers that did not exist with hearty fist pumps. Standing in at five foot four and one-hundred and twelve pounds, she certainly looked the part of a beloved crowd favourite, but years of experience had taught the FAWNatics to be wary of her particular brand of peppiness.
While Alejandra ascended the steels steps and entered the squared circle without ceremony, rolling her shoulders to remain limber, Daisy was clearly in no hurry herself. Taking a sharp right turn, the Cherub Cheeked Demon made her way to the Time Keepers table and, with a smile as bright as could be, she held out her hands expectantly.
For several, uncomfortable moments, the gentlemen in question was at a loss as to what he was expected to do, looking between the blonde before him and his fellow officials in a dumbfounded fashion. With no help coming from the other stagehands, the Timekeeper, clearly flummoxed, somewhat feebly shrugged and, with nothing better springing to mind, offered LeMay a spare microphone.
Evidently, given her reaction, that was not what she had wanted. Daisy scowled in his direction, stepping forwards quickly and berating his ineptitude with an accusatory, pointed finger. While most of it was lost, several accusations concerning the gentlemen’s parentage could be picked up by nearby mics and, while he did his best to whether the storm, LeMay eventually pointed to an accessary tucked away behind his seat for safe keeping.
Perhaps desperate to escape the verbal wrath of the Dastardly Damsel, the Timekeeper retrieved the prop he had scarcely been aware had been left there, and handed it over to the irate Daisy. The blonde accepted the mystery item from out of his grasp and, so retrieved, LeMay stepped, not missing a beat as her ‘pleasant persona’ reasserted itself as though she had not just been venom spitting hellion.
With her property so claimed, the grinning Daisy dived into the ring and popped back up to standing, the FAWNatics finally able to bare witness to what had been responsible for all of the drama. LeMay held out the large, cardboard sign to Alejandra who, with patient reluctance, took it from her tag partner and agreed to wait for her cue. Satisfied, Daisy then snatched the microphone from the Announcers grasp and turned to address the FAWNatics, vibrantly waving to them all as though they were showering her with praise.
They were not.
Undeterred, the Babyfaced killer brought the stick up to her lips and placed a hand across her chest. “Fear not, my erstwhile cousins from across the seas,” she began, addressing the FAWNatics that were not her fellow Americans, “for while your quaint nations maybe squabbling and wallowing in stagnation, a solution has finally arrived. I, Daisy LeMay, do solemnly swear,” she paused, both for dramatic effect, and to give Alejandra time to raise the homemade sign up high, the words boldly written across it echoing her declaration, “to MAKE! EUROPE!! GREAT!!! AGAIN!!!!”
Unsurprisingly, given the global appeal of the FAWN brand, no small number in attendance at the PPV were from said continent, and none of them seemed to be overly impressed by her campaign promise.
Daisy raised up her hand to accept the accolades that did not exist. “Doing so will be long and arduous, but first, we need only…”
HANDS UP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=B0dAkz0mA6w
When the music cut in, Daisy’s microphone cut out, leaving the Cherub Cheeked Demon fuming, the blonde cursing a futile blue streak as all eyes, and the live feed, were rapidly turned to the suddenly, unlit stage.
The FAWNatics waited with baited breath through the music’s opening verse although, truth be told, most already knew as to whom it belonged to. Their collective anticipation built regardless however until, inevitably, the chorus began to kick in…
‘We can feel the fire,
never getting tired,’
…feeding their delight when…
‘So come one and put your hands up,
We’re gonna burn the house down!!’
…accompanied the sudden illumination of the stage, the appearance of two, perfectly petite, wonderfully packaged Brits. The World’s Best Brits to be precise!!
Scarlet was the first to dart on ahead, as was her nature, the little sister of the Upstart Supreme eager to chart her own course heedless of the danger that was presented. Leaving nary a chance for any potential protest, she shot off like a bullet, making a B-Line for the squared circle and dived beneath the bottom rope, popping back up onto her feet without missing a stride. She made rapid progress to the furthest set of turnbuckles, deliberately bumping Daisy’s shoulder on the way past, and quickly climbed up onto the second, all five foot two and one hundred and ten pounds of her saluting the FAWNatics with her arms stretched out wide.
SCARLET SINCLAIR
Samantha Sinclair was not that far behind, the brunette of petite proportions setting off down the ramp at a brisk and lively pace as she made her way to the ring, diverting from her destination as she spotted the youngest members of the audience in the front rows and delivering a swift and heartfelt hug to make their respectful evenings. Standing in at five foot four and one-hundred and ten pounds, her spirited and welcoming demeanour made her every inch the People’s Princess, welcoming the masses with open arms as they welcomed her in return.
SAMANTHA SINCLAIR
Arriving at the ring, the lithe, gold clad grappler hopped up onto the apron without even a hint of hinderance, grasping onto the top rope in short order. After delivering a cheeky shake of her pert booty, Sammie leaned backwards before positively vaulting her slender physique up and over the uppermost coil, turning about into a darling spiral as her boots returned to canvas, brunette curls bouncing about her shoulders as she toured the four corners of the squared circle.
She collected her little sister along the way with practiced ease, Scarlet dropping down from her perch, following a small let insistent tug to the rim of her shorts, and somewhat begrudgingly falling into stride, that is until the duo came quickly face to face with their opposite numbers, both LeMay and Alejandra waiting with murder into their eyes.
Sammie smiled, utterly disarming, utterly sincere, her baby brown eyes darting to Daisy’s sign as the tips of her own fingers tentatively drummed the gleaming faceplate of the coveted, ten pounds of EuroAsia Title strapped snuggly about her slim midriff. “It’s not bad,” she nodded, tentatively nibbling on her own, bottom lip before unbuckling her coveted Belt and held the strap out to Scarlet who, to her credit, didn’t miss a beat.
Scarlet accepted the Title and, grasping it with both hands, whipped the EuroAsia up high, the FAWNatics accompanying the ‘raising of the flag’ with a loud and hearty chant of…
“WORLD’S BEST BRITS!!! WORLDS BEST BRITS!!! WORLDS BEST BRITS!!! WORLDS BEST BRITS!!!”
Sammie turned her pretty peepers to Alejandra, Fernandez still stood to the back of LeMay with her own sign upraised, the Prototype silently seething, resentful for having to wait for her opportunity to reassert her dominance over the beloved, stubborn Sinclair. Sam found her own gaze, ever so slightly narrowing as her eyes locked with Alejandra’s dark glare, the concussion that had been inflicted upon the People’s Princess at the hands of the Prototype the primary reason that they were here tonight.
Sammie could have delivered all manner of retorts that she had been ruthlessly denied at ‘All Hollow’s Evil’, instead, she spoke just three words as Scarlet smirked beside her big sister, “Ours is better.”
Without another word, every inch of her fuming, Alejandra dropped LeMay’s homemade sign and moved to surge forwards, fists clenched and shoulders rolling. Daisy stopped her erstwhile partner in her tracks with perfectly reasonable pleas and yet, even halted as she was, neither Sinclair took their eyes off the powerhouse Fernandez.
Which, as it turned out, proved to be an error in judgment, Daisy spinning rapidly on the spot and, with viperous intent, JABBED he thumb right into the peeper of the blindsided Sammie!! The FAWNatics cried fowl as the Upstart Supreme released an involuntary yelp and stumbled away, one palm covering her baby browns as she recoiled from the stab of pain.
The Cherub Cheeked Demon looked as pleased as could be as her victim was ruthlessly blinded, pointing and mocking the elder Sinclair even as she prepared to deflect the protests of the Official. In reality, she should have been more concerned about Scarlet, the miniature Brit taking immediate exception to the pearl harbour assault on her sister and surging forwards with a shout!!
The Little Lioness leapt past LeMay’s blindside and, before the Dastardly Damsel could compensate, collected the blonde’s noggin before allowing both gravity and momentum to do most of the work. Daisy was ripped backwards off her feet as Scarlet returned to canvas, her neck receiving the worst of the torque as she released a cry in response to the rapid rotation, bouncing off the mat after being on the wrong end of the swift assault.
JUMPING NECKBREAKER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKxk8q1cUdI
Scarlet was back up on her feet in a flash, following a swift little bounce on her taunt booty, and the Barroom Brit evidently possessed little sympathy for the turtled LeMay as she leaned forwards to deliver a ‘stern’ telling off. Much like the audience however, who were far too eager to begin cheering, she really should have learned from the last handful of seconds, and paid more attention to her surroundings as Alejandra took her turn to surge into the breach!!
The Muscle of Bad Reputation turned the cheers of the FAWNatics into cries of renewed concern as she launched across the canvas at surprising pace, raising her powerful right stem and SLAMMING the sole of her boot clean across the unsuspecting temple of the smallest Brit in the ring!!
RUNNING BIG BOOT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kRVUkiIXGi4
Scarlet pivoted in a sharp, one eighty spiral that dropped her down to one knee, a hollow grunt escaping the throat of the petite brunette as she remained penitent, the aimless sway of her right arm betraying her stunned condition as Fernandez circled her chosen prey.
Alejandra ‘reloaded’ both of her biceps as she exhaled sharply before picking her spot, standing before Scarlet and grasping her right arm. With a sharp tug, she hauled the younger woman back up onto her feet, only to securing one of the smaller girl’s athletic stems for good measure and muscle the Little Sister of the People’s Princess up and across Fernandez’s rigid shoulders.
So secured in a Fireman’s Carry, Scarlet attempted to wriggle free, a small (somewhat incoherent) warning even managing to emerge from her pert bosom, but it was all for naught as Alejandra didn’t wait on ceremony. Pushing up on the captured Sinclair’s firm thigh, she SHOVED the girl’s lower body upwards, forcing her to pivot up and over and Fernandez dropped down onto one knee. Just as Scarlet was plummeting back down to earth, her rapid descent was met by a rapid roadblock, the base of neck CRACKING down across her abusers posted joint!!
FIREMAN’S CARRY NECKBREAKER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pUEWtt1JqtU
Released at the end of her fall, Scarlet recoiled to sitting with a GRUNT driven from her petite body, the Brit swaying with a pained grimace before she slopped over onto her side, her right thigh twitching as she struggled to recover.
Alejandra, the only one in the squared circle looking none the worse for wear, assertively pushed her way back up to standing, looking dominant as she surveyed her new kingdom…
…only to receive a Sammie Kick to the underside of her jaw for her trouble!!
The People positively erupted when their Princess returned to the fray, one peeper still blurry as she launched into one of her most patented of strikes, the underside of her boot near taking Fernandez’s head off!!! As Alejandra toppled backwards, Sammie came to a stumbling stop, taking a moment to regather her bearings following her reactive assault, sighing with visible relief that she had hit the right person, and not accidently taken out her own sister.
Leaning forwards, the eldest of the Sinclair Sisters returned to massaging her palm over her wounded baby brown, the pretty peeper still stinging furiously and resistant to opening. It was a momentary distraction but, as had become par for the course, it was all of the hesitation required to bring the free for all right back to start, Daisy LeMay darting in and SLAMMING her forearm into her foes unprotected knee with a brutal Chop Block!!
CHOP BLOCK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BSCx4uY0xtE
Sammie released a pained yelp as her athletic limb was ripped out from underneath her with joint rattling force, spinning her to the deck with worrying force. Made of sterner stuff than she was often given credit for, the Baby Girl of the Legendary Rick ‘Golden Goliath’ Sinclair rolled her way back up to one knee in short order, a grimace upon her features as LeMay was likewise back up on her feet in a flash.
In the ascendency as she was, Daisy was by far the first to react, much to the disgruntlement of the FAWNatics, wicked grin on her features as she eagerly scampering from one foot to the other before darting right in to attack for a second time. The Cherub Cheeked Demon wasted no time as she pivoted sharply on the spot before slamming a vicious, discuss elbow into the grounded Sammie’s temple, momentarily knocking the light from her eyes and sending her slumping sideways.
All of this had occurred in a shockingly short period of time, the tit for tat assaults escalating until the Official was finally able to catch up with what was happening, and realise that the bell had even been rung!!!
“Enough!!” the man in black and white insisted, even as Daisy was skipping around the ring in ‘victory’, hands behind her back and looking as innocent as could be. The Official waded in, as best as he could, trying to at least look like he was in control of the situation as he began ushering a woozy (and extremely irate) Alejandra out of the squared circle.
“Only two people allowed in the ring,” he insisted, “one from each team!!” he felt the need to hastily clarify.
“Of course, of course,” LeMay agreed enthusiastically, hopping into action herself, behaving as though she was not the one who had lit the fuse to this whole free for all herself. She immediately took advantage (made herself useful) of the cluster f*ck that she had created (unfortunate circumstances that had occurred) by delivering several jarring kicks (gentle reminders) to the down Scarlet to shove (guide) her out of the ring!
With a series of winded grunts, and one bite of anger, Scarlet was sent tumbling out of the squared circle, rolling unceremoniously off the edge of apron and sent tumbling to the barely padded concrete below.
Dusting off her hands in satisfaction (her good deed done for the day), LeMay turned about on the spot with a wicked grin spreading across her features, finding herself alone now in the ring with Sinclair. She could scarcely contain her anticipation as a stunned Sammie was only just pulling herself back up with an assist from the ring ropes and the man in black and white, eager to get matters officially started, failed to properly take in the current circumstances before calling for the bell.
Back on her feet, Sammie stumbled away from the ropes, and right into the path of the waiting Daisy…
LeMay uncoiled in a flash, leaping into a spiral and capturing the Upstart Supreme around her noggin, the Dastardly Damsel both locking in and EXACUTING a Daisy Cutter for the highlight reel, yanking Sinclair forwards and CRACKING her forehead against a posted shoulder!!
DAISY CUTTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fkLfhrcQwB8
Sammie jack knifed away from the match ending collision with a heart-breaking moan, the perfectly petite Brit slumping to the deck in a starfish and with a twitch in her right stem.
Pouncing like a feline going right for the jugular, Daisy’s heart was beating a mile a minute as she leapt atop the splayed out, crowd sweetheart and collected both of the girl’s athletic legs for good measure, rolling her up into a tight pinfall.
On the ball for at least once this evening, the Official dropped the canvas to begin counting, the FAWNatics booing the injustice of it all.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE…
Sammie threw up a shoulder with a shout, rolling over onto her front to narrowly avoid the swiftest defeat in her career. She didn’t get much further than that, her burst of adrenaline fading swiftly, the young woman laying in a stupor as she struggled to regain her senses.
Daisy was furious, first sitting up in horrified indignation before almost immediately turning on the Official, back on her feet in an instant and SLAPPING her palms together three times. “Three count!!” she insisted, holding up the appropriate number of digits to his face to make her point. “The was a THREE COUNT!!”
The Official, although flustered, would not back down, sticking by his decision of ‘two and a three quarters’.
That didn’t improve Daisy’s mood, nor did it evidently convince her, the blonde snarling as she marched back on over to Sinclair and, to further demonstrate her case, STOMPED the small of Sammie’s unprotected back…
ONCE! TWICE!! THRICE!!!
…to make her point!!
The EuroAsia Champion released a soft grunt, groan and moan as she was painfully jolted by each impact, but she made no further effort to protect herself, or protest her ill treatment.
“DAISY!!” Alejandra shouted, cutting through the fog of the blonde’s strop, her harshness of her tone demanding the entirety of the blonde’s attention. “TAG ME IN, NOW!”
LeMay looked up, bottom lip all a pout and her nose scrunched up in irritation, matching her tag partners intense stare with a huff. For a moment it looked as though she were about to protest, the Dastardly Damsel quick to remind her partner in crime just who was in charge of their mutual alliance, but something in Alejandra glare gave her pause to hesitate.
“Of course!!” she suddenly beamed, Daisy’s demeanour pivoting on a dime, her manner all a glow and as sweet as can be as she all but skipped on over to Fernandez, slapping her extended palm with her own. “What was I thinking? There’s plenty of Sammie to go around!!”
So, released from her place on the apron, Alejandra ducked into the ring and, as she bowed low in preparation, LeMay didn’t take her chance to vacate the squared circle in turn. Instead, with a glint in her eye, to dashed on back over to Sinclair, the brunette in question pushing her way up onto her elbows and shaking her head.
“Poor little dear,” Daisy cooed with a shocking degree of sincerity, tucking her arms under Sinclair’s shoulders and bullying the young woman back up into her feet before she was even close to stable. “It’s too bad Cromwell isn’t about to lend you a hand,” she went on to observe, referencing Sammie’s former, traitorous partner, “I would have loved to drop her on her head again too!”
Sinclair, her head still feeling woozy, mumbled some manner of retort as she was propped back into one set of ring ropes, but LeMay wasn’t really listening. The Babyfaced Killer was instead far more intent on spinning around sharply on the spot and, with one wrist secured, launch Sammie into an unwanted sprint across the ring by way of Irish Whip!!
So prompted, the Little Sparrow dashed away across the canvas and, opposite her, Alejandra exhaled sharply and launched into a sprint of her own. The met at centre ring and, with a snapped snarl, Fernandez met her frustratingly stubborn adversary with a stiff, right arm extended, connecting with a BRUTAL Clothesline from Hell!!
The WHACK was audible to those watching from the front rows and, with an iron limb colliding with her neck and shoulders, Sammie went down with a thunderous crash. Knocked off her feet, her athletic gams flew upwards whilst her back lead her collision with the canvas, a breathy groan escaping from her lithe physique as the plywood flexed violently and the recoil popped her right back to sitting.
Already struggling to breath, there was little more Sammie could do than release a soft moan as Alejandra almost immediately dropped down to one knee behind her and locked her into a stiff Dragon Sleeper. Encircling her slim throat with a tensed bicep and curling her neck into a pained curl, Fernandez forced Sinclair’s spine to follow that same arch, applying a swift burst of pressure that forced the Perfectly Packaged Brits eyes to flutter and her lips to part slightly, her petite bosom forcibly pointed upwards towards the rafters.
Trussed up as she was in the sapping embrace, Sammie kicked out with her stems as her right arm almost idly grasped out for nothing, her posture otherwise wilting with every breath stolen.
“This is the day,” Alejandra promised, inhaling deeply and calmly. “This is the day I’m better than you.”
As if to add an exclamation to her point, Fernandez rolled her free shoulder before raining down a duo of stiff forearms onto Sinclair’s exposed bosom, a pained grunt escaping from her victim as reward. To her surprise, Sammie scrunched up her button nose in answer to the abuse and, with her cheeks puffing out in a sign of crowd-pleasing defiance, she bucked her miniature mass in her renewed efforts to wriggle free.
Alejandra was having none of that, her lip curling for just a moment before she rained down a third forearm smash, this one even stiffer than the others, the sharp impact knocking a little of starch out of Sammie’s attempted recovery. With the smaller brunette rendered suitably pliant from the clubbing blow, Fernandez released her hold and, as much welcomed air flooded into Sinclair starved lungs, she yanked the lighter woman back up to vertical.
With arms tucked beneath the crowd favourites slighter shoulders, she almost tossed the brunette into the nearest corner, Alejandra quickly wedging her up against the turnbuckles, and trussing her arms up around the top ropes. A swift, solid knee strike to Sinclair’s exposed tummy gutted the Two Time FAWN Champion, and convinced her to stay put, her knees seemingly made of putty as she struggled to stay upright.
Fernandez backed up, her breathing slow and measured, her glare never leaving Sinclair as she methodically retraced her steps back to the opposite corner. Satisfied with the distance that she had created, Fernandez suddenly charged forwards, a freight train that couldn’t be stopped before she leapt into the air at the last pace.
At the last moment, Sinclair was able to look up, and it was with a groan from the watching FAWNatics that the People’s Princess was all but flattened beneath the mass of the Prototype. With the Avalanche Splash connecting, Sammie had no-where left to recoil to as she was crushed between her foes chiselled physique and the barely yielding turnbuckles to her back. As such, she spasmed instead, gasping with a moan before her head lolled forwards, petite frame shuddering as her taunt little toosh came down to sitting on the middle pad.
“SAM!!” Scarlet suddenly shouted from her teams’ corner, having scraped herself off the concrete and, after downing a full beverage that had belonged to an astonished spectator in the front row in equally astonishing short order (for stamina, of course), had collected her senses enough to make herself useful. “STOP BEING A PUSSY, AND KICK HER ASS ALREADY!!” the Little Lioness insisted, clapping enthusiastically as she did so, the FAWNatics soon taking up her (admittedly, unintentional prompting) and joining in with her percussion.
Soon, the entire arena was clapping in unison, willing the Upstart Supreme to recover.
Sammie showed no signs of doing so, slumped in the corner as she was, Alejandra shaking her head at the crowd’s efforts to hijack her moment as she methodically retraced her steps back to the opposite corner. That measured pace swiftly became a full head of steam, and she charged right back in to a deliver a second, Avalanche Splash!!
She leapt at the last moment and…
…with a loud (if not exactly fearsome) war cry, Sammie steeled her babyface resolve and threw up her coveted, right stem, bracing her petite physique against the turnbuckles she had been wedged into and SLAMMED the sole of upraised boot into the unprotected cheek of Fernandez. With the WHACK of the collision echoing across the walls, Alejandra recoiled as though she had been hit by a cinderblock, stumbling away in a wide spiral as she clutched at her pain wracked jaw.
The FAWNatics erupted with fresh cheers as Sammie inhaled deeply, blinking several times as though she were waking from a deep slumber and, with a shake of her head, prepared to claim back some measure of momentum. Even with her senses still spinning, the EuroAsia Champion demonstrated her family spirit by hupping her boot leather off the canvas, popping her athletic frame to standing on the second turnbuckle and, so perched, spied
her next opening.
As Alejandra turned about, having successfully remained upright, Sinclair flung herself out into the air in a beautiful Cross Body Splash…
…only for Fernandez to catch her, the Little Sparrow plucked from the air and, before she could recover, the Prototype secured her spritely cargo in a snug, cross body press before dropping down sharply to one knee. She positively CRACKED the curve of Sammie’s spine down across her stiff, posted joint with a ruthlessly precise backbreaker, enjoying the barked cry that emerged from the pained, crowd sweetheart. She enjoyed it so much, she pressed down on the underside of the Brits jaw at the same time as the girls, quivering thigh, and jolted her still further into a wicked arch.
Sammie grooooooaned as she was so tortured, her shoulders quivering from the torment, but there was little she could do as her will to deft Alejandra was sapped from her one measured creak at a time.
With her eyes clenched tightly, Sammie shook her head as much as she was able in reply to the Official’s request for her surrender, and Alejandra snorted in reply to the smaller brunette’s unwillingness to surrender.
Brushing off her irritation, Fernandez retained her grip of her gold clad rival, first scooping the limp limbed, young woman back up into a cross body press before returning to vertical, and then bodily muscling her now suitably pliant cargo to perch up and over one of her powerful shoulders. With Sammie so secured like a sack of potatoes, Alejandra inhaled deeply, mapping out her spot before she prepared to plant the Perfectly Packaged Brit with a Running Powerslam!!
Sinclair, however, had other ideas… only this time it proved to be Sinclair the Younger who would take it upon herself to upset momentum!! The Barroom Brit, not at all happy with how things were doing, abandoned her spot on the apron and ran down the side of the apron, Scarlet spotting an opportunity for mischief (tactical thinking) as Fernandez had strayed too close to the ropes.
Just as Alejandra began her charge, Scarlet reached over the top coils (egged on by those in the front row) and snagged her elder sister by her dangling ankles (somewhat unceremoniously) YANKING backwards on her siblings’ lower limbs even as Fernandez was charging forwards. Unprepared for the resistance, Sammie slipped right out of her opponents embrace, dropping down out of the backdoor with some assistance and just barely avoiding disaster.
Scarlet released her sister’s ankles in time for Sammie to affect her own landing without impediment, freckled cheeks all aglow as she wasn’t entirely certain as to how to had arrived at this destination. The FAWNatics didn’t care, they were too busy cheering, even as the startled Alejandra released a short, sharp shout of fury at being denied at the last moment, turning back around to rectify that disservice.
For her troubles, she was met with a sweet as you like Dropkick, the People’s Princess nailing her in the chest with enough force to knock the Prototype down. Both hit the deck with a bump, Alejandra snarling and Sammie bouncing and, with adrenaline spiking in unison, they were both on their feet in a flash. Sinclair, again, was a moment too quick for Fernandez and, AGAIN, she connected with a beautiful dropkick, Sammie running near enough on instinct as Alejandra grew increasingly frustrated.
Her own torso throbbing from the duo of swift impacts, the muscle of Bad Reputation slammed the knuckles of both of her fists down into the canvas before shoving her way back up to standing, baying for blood now even as, with Sammie momentarily on her back, the Upstart Supreme surged her way to vertical by way of FAWN’s Favourite Kip Up!!
The Loyalists Legionnaires were in full voice now and, as Alejandra charged, Sinclair ducked low and just scarcely avoided a wicked looking clothesline. She kept on sprinting, the girl with chocolate curls riding that Babyface momentum for all that it was worth before she turned about into the waiting ring topes, rebounding of the rubber coated steel for even greater velocity…
…Fernandez was back on her in a second, prepared to SMASH the defiance right out of her…
…only for Sammie to throw herself to the deck into the most delightfully dynamic baseball slide to have ever been performed by a Brit. Sinclair deftly avoided the impending danger and, well beyond her adversary’s ability to once again ensnare her, the pained EuroAsia Champion popped back up to standing and dived, swinging out her right arm to slap the outstretched palm of her little sister…
…Scarlet YELPED as she was suddenly YANKED away from her place on the apron, Daisy grabbing the hem of her shorts and, before the miniature brunette knew what was happening, RIPPED her from her perch!! Unprepared for her sudden and unplanned descent, the Royal Renegade plummeted to the cold concrete outside the ring, connecting with the unyielding surface shoulder first and encouraging a pained YELP to escape the small body of Scarlet Sinclair.
Sammie, her hot tag resulting in a swing in a miss, took a few moments to realise why, shaking her head before pushing herself up onto one knee. Upon clearly seeing her little sister in distress, her big sister instincts immediately took over, the Little Sparrow on her feet in a instant despite her aches and pains, leaning over to deliver a (not as) stern (as she imagined) reprimand in the direction the LeMay outside the ring.
Daisy immediately held up both of her hands in an exaggerated display of innocence, pleading her case with commendable conviction being as she had been caught red handed by absolutely everyone in the packed arena.
“No, no, no,” the Cherub Cheeked Demon reinforced her denial, “she tripped, she tripped,” she continued to insist. “I tried to catch her; pinkie promise I swear! See, look, I’m helping,” a wicked grin creased her apple cheeks, “I’ll go get her a chair…”
“Don’t you…” Sammie began but, for once, it was the Official that was first to react, the man in black and white moving with surprising swiftness as he dropped to the canvas and rolled out the ring, moving to confront LeMay before she could even think of getting a weapon.
“Not tonight, Daisy,” the Official warned, his patience having already reached its limit for the evening, “back to your corner, now!”
Daisy stamped her foot in the negative, the Dastardly Damsel throwing herself into full strop mode following the reprimand, soon waving her arms about and making a wonderfully annoying distraction of herself.
Sammie, her Babyfaced Dander all a fluster, button nose all scrunched up in adorable fashion, could take no more of LeMay’s screeching, deciding there and then to take matters into her own hands, and apologise to the Official later. Back peddling two strides, she prepared to charge forwards, throwing herself over the top rope to connect with a daring, aerial assault…
…a course of action that never passed the planning stage, not as a silently enraged Alejandra charged down on her blindside. The FAWNatics tried to cry out a warning, but it was far too late to be useful, that collective shout transforming into a gasp of despair as Fernandez barrelled across the ring, ten pounds of stolen leather and metal in her hands, and positively CRACKED the Perfectly Packaged Brit over the back of her head with her own EuroAsia Title!!
Of everyone in the arena, the Official was the only one to not see it, and even as Sammie flopped forwards like a puppet with her strings cut, he was still too busy admonishing LeMay.
Sinclair, all starch vanished from her physique, slumped over the top rope, her arms inadvertently tangling themselves about the rubber coated steel and conspiring to keep her precariously upright. With pretty peepers fluttering, she was all but blind to the world around her, muscles twitching as her nerves misfired randomly.
Alejandra, rolling her neck, tossed the stolen belt away, watching as it skidded across the canvas and then slipped off the edge of the apron and out of sight. Evidence so disposed of, she returned to the matter at hand, the Prototype grasping the pliant People’s Princess by her curls and pulled her from the ropes. Collecting her submissive cargo up into her grasp, she muscled the young woman back up and over onto a perch across one shoulder, holding her in place like a sack of potatoes.
With a sharp, deeply satisfied inhale, Alejandra charged across the ring and, once she had reached its centre, the spot she desired most, she popped her opponent free before PLANTING her into the deck via a devastating, Running Powerslam!!
RUNNING POWERSLAM
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The heavy groan that escaped Sammie’s body was hollow as it was loud, her torso compacted between the scarcely yielding plywood, and Fernandez’s muscled frame, crushing her smaller body in such a way that left her utterly empty of air. Alejandra wasted no time in capitalising her advantage, retaining her cover over her downed foe and, with a deep inhale of an eager breath, she collected both of the coveted stems of the Upstart Supreme and rolled her up tight into a possessive pinfall.
Daisy, her duty done, wasted no time in alerting the Official to current goings on inside the squared circle and, with a quick curse (followed by the derision of the FAWNatics), he dived back into the ring to begin his count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
No sooner had his palm hit the canvas for the third time, did…
DANGEROUS
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…begin blasting from the loud speakers, confirming the biggest victory in the careers of Bad Reputation, specifically Alejandra Fernandez herself. Having just pinned the EuroAsia Champion on the first PPV of the Decade, the Prototype took her time in peeling her far more powerful physique from off that of the People’s Princess, Sammie’s stems flopping open on the mat after Fernandez released them, almost inviting in the manner that they were spread.
“Finally,” Alejandra exhaled with pained satisfaction, deliberately finding her feet and standing imperiously over her defeated foe.
Daisy, by comparison, was positively ecstatic, diving into the ring and skipping about all four corners of the squared circle as though she had just won the Superbowl. “I told you!!” she exclaimed, far from gracious in victory, “I TOLD YOU ALL!!”
She came to sudden halt at ringside, berating a stagehand until he brought her what she wanted, grinning like a cherub cheeked lunatic once she had her homemade sign back in hand. She held it up high, her campaign promise spelled out for all to see, four words that earned her a barrage of boos and denial.
“You’ll see!!” she promised, the Dastardly Damsel coming to stand beside her partner in crime, Alejandra’s own posture unflinching as she glared down at the fallen, Perfectly Packed Brit at her feet. “At Heartbroken, you’ll see!! Fernandez will MAKE! EUROPE!! GREAT!!! AGAIN!!!!”