Post by hawkeye on Mar 18, 2020 0:16:47 GMT
SAMANTHA SINCLAIR
VS.
ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ
The PPV maybe named Heartbroken, but for the next thirty minutes the FAWNatics hoped to be anything but, the Loyalist Legionnaires in attendance eagerly waiting for…
FEEL INVINCIBLE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gco_SAvHVSM
…to burst into life over the loud speakers, heralding the arrival of the People’s Princess in all of her freckled cheeked glory. When the house lights bathed the stage with welcome illumination, the packed arena officially lost its collective sh*t, the EuroAsia Champion revealed for all to see!
SAMANTHA SINCLAIR
Perfectly petite, the Upstart Supreme swung her arms up high and wiggled her fingers, flashing her most winning smile as she clued in her supporters that it was time for them to join in. So prompted, the People collectively brought their hands together in rhythm with their Princess…
ONCE!
TWICE!!
THRICE!!!
…before following up with a loud cheer as the Babyfaced Darling pointed dramatically towards the squared circle, pyrokinetics exploding to either side of her on the entrance in a bombastic display.
Statement of intent made, the brunette of petite proportions set 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 crisp high fives to make their evenings. She stopped for a quick selfie with a young couple as they sported T-Shirts in support of her legendary father, the image trending soon after.
Standing in at five foot four and one-hundred and ten pounds, her spirited demeanour made her every inch the crowd favourite, born into the industry and becoming the darling of it, from tiny tot to the daring young women she was today.
Arriving at her destination, the lithe, gold clad grappler hopped up onto the apron without even a hint of hesitation, 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 frame up and over the uppermost coil, turning about into a darling spiral after her boots returned to canvas, brunette curls bouncing about her slender shoulders as she toured the four corners of the squared circle.
About her trim midriff snuggly sat ten pounds of coveted strap, the EuroAsia Title golden and gleaming and it was, as the tips of Sammie’s fingers drummed atop of it, clearly a cherished possession, one she had spent the last four weeks touring with across the two continents she represented. It was a punishing schedule, to always be spearheading the FAWN brand outside of the States, but it was one she accepted gladly, and would fight fiercely to retain.
With the barest hint of reluctance, the miniature Brit unclasped the belt from around her slender waist before raising it up high, showing the prize off to a fresh bout of cheers from the masses. She brought it back down to hand it over to the Official for safe keeping, her mood momentarily sombre as she addressed the man in black and white.
“Do me a favour,” she requested with the smallest of sighs, “try to make sure no-one smacks me over the head with this tonight, it’s harder than it looks.”
“I’ll do what I can,” Tim promised, sincere enough in sentiment, but the young man had quickly come to learn that just about anything goes in a FAWN arena.
Sammie nodded, offering him a grateful smile before she turned about and exhaled a deep breath, the young woman feeling familiar nerves as she prepared for her opponent to emerge on the ramp. For two PPV’s in a row, her own Title had been used as a weapon against her and, as the instigator of those assaults was about to appear, she was determined to not make a third.
“Alright, Fernandez,” Sammie rocked slightly between her heel and her toes, keeping herself limber, “enough is enough, time to take your shot.”
Just like the EuroAsia Champion standing at centre ring, the arena waited eagerly for Alejandra to appear, only for…
UPSIDE DOWN
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQcWekGBA8s
…to blaze out over the loudspeakers instead, heralding the arrival of the wrong half of Bad Reputation.
DAISY LEMAY
So perplexed were the FAWNatics, that they almost forgot to serenade the Dastardly Damsel with their customary boos and, while those watching had been caught flat footed, Daisy LeMay herself skipped not a beat in in her own arrival. Spritely footed and petitely packaged, the bountiful blonde sported enough pink lace and the sweetest of smiles to fool the unwary as she darted down the aisle, pivoting left and right as she held up her palms to deliver peppy high fives that were not returned, and saluted cheers that were not issued.
Standing in at five foot four and one hundred and twelve pounds, the Cherry Cheeked Demon was seemingly in a world of her own, engaging with the audience as though she were a fan favourite, and behaving as though she were about to be in a match. With scarcely a few feet remaining between herself and the squared circle, Daisy suddenly launched into a dash, diving swiftly beneath the bottom rope and rolling her way back up to vertical with a bounce.
Whilst LeMay proceeded to tour the four corners of the ring, clapping her hands above her head, Sammie resolved to hold back, the small furrow of her brow betraying her befuddlement, the Little Sparrow waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Daisy concluded her tour of the squared circle upon reaching the final corner, and she secured a duo of microphones from a stagehand. With a smile that was as sweet as could be, the blonde skipped to centre ring and proffered one to Sinclair. Sammie, not wanting to be rude, accepted it after only a moment of hesitation.
LeMay invited her to have the first word and Samantha, resisting the urge to nip on her bottom lip, raised the stick up to her lips to ask the most obvious question…
…only for Daisy to immediately cut her off.
“My dear Ladies and Gentlemen!!” LeMay immediately and dismissively turned her back on Sammie, instead addressing the FAWNatics directly. “The wait is finally over,” she decreed, standing at centre ring and saluted a hand over her heart. “After a long and arduous campaign, Alejandra Fernandez will…”
Daisy paused for effect, as if expecting the FAWNatics to join in.
“MAKE! EUROPE!! GREAT!!! AGAIN!!!!”
Sammie, the spirited star not particularly well known for her patience, had decided that enough was enough, the Upstart Supreme fully prepared to deliver a rebuttal…
…only for a sudden surge of panic to ripple through the arena and alert the brunette of their affections to incoming danger!! It was all too late, however, Alejandra Fernandez bursting out from the front rows of the crowd and vaulting over the barricades. Like a steamroller she charged, the Muscle of Bad Reputation diving under the bottom rope before surging back up to her feet, leaping into a BRUTAL Spear just as Sammie was turning to face her.
ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ
With a gasp that was audible, the People’s Princess folded as her unprotected, trim tummy was impaled by her adversaries’ rigid shoulder, her boots ripped off the canvas before she was driven to the mat with a thump. With a visible wince, Sammie attempted to turtle, but Alejandra was having none of it, a scowl on her lips as she grabbed a handful of her opponents’ hair and yanked Sinclair’s head back by her curls, curving her throat and forcing her to remain sitting.
Fernandez, leaning over her ambushed foe, braced herself on one knee and delivered not one, but two wickedly firm Forearm smashes the other girl’s forehead, keeping the slighter young woman disoriented. Aimlessly, Sammie raised a hand to defend herself, but it availed her not, pretty peepers already fluttering as she struggled to regain her bearings, the heels of her boots kicking up off the canvas in rhythm with each stiff impact.
“Jesus,” Tim complained, the Official already finding himself on the back foot, attempting to intercede with some measure of authority. “What is it with you people? The bell hasn’t even rung ye…”
DING! DING! DING!
Suitably surprised, the man in black and white turned on the spot to address the timekeeper, only to find that Daisy LeMay had taken it upon herself to take over his duties. Having dived out of the ring the moment Fernandez had entered it, the Blonde was apparently set on delivering more mayhem. She held up her hands the moment he spotted her, dropping the small hammer as she did so and protesting her innocence, insisting that she’d only had the best of intensions at heart.
“I’m sorry!” she apologised with biggest of sad eyes, “I was just trying to be of assistance, I thought the match had started!”
Tim, not buying it for a second, grumbled under his breath even as the FAWNatics continued to cry foul, turning about again to directly address his two charges. He waded in as best as he could as Fernandez continued to lean over the forcibly subservient Sammie, now delivering a trio of meaty blows to the waylaid EuroAsia Champions unguarded torso, winded moans emerging from the wilting young woman’s petite body.
“Make some room, Alejandra,” he demanded, reminding the Prototype of his (at least theoretical) authority, “or I call it off!”
“The bell rang!” Fernandez insisted with a low growl, still grasping the Brit at her mercy by her mane and staring at the man in black and white with tightly controlled malice. “You can’t stop me.”
“Test that theory,” Tim warned, no stranger to Bad Reputation at this point. “See how far it gets you.”
Alejandra scowled, but swallowed all further protest behind a wall of animosity, unclenching her fist and unceremoniously shoving the winded Sinclair down flat against the canvas.
Tim acted quickly, knowing his leeway with those watching from the Directors Box would be limited, even as the FAWNatics unleashed an appreciative cheer following his intervention. Leaning over Sammie, he offered the Little Sparrow an arm to grasp a hold off, Sinclair stifling a grimace as she inhaled a deep breadth and pulled herself back up to sitting.
“It’s ok,” the petitely packaged Brit nodded, all evidence to the contrary, Samantha as stubborn to the core as anyone in her family. “I’m still good to go,” she insisted, pushing herself back up to vertical, “I just need a second.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” Tim echoed under his breath, knowing that his earpiece would begin buzzing with irate demands at any moment. “Because that’s all I can give you.”
As much as he wanted to do otherwise, the Official stepped backwards, leaving nothing but air between Champion and Challenger once the Perfectly Packaged Brit had secured boot leather. To his surprise, it was Samantha who would reinstitute hostilities, clearly still winded and yet unwilling to back down.
“Come on then, Fernandez,” the eldest of the Sinclair siblings invited, standing up straight with a wince, “or do you need to wait for permission?”
With a curl of her lip, Alejandra scarcely retained the growl that threatened to escape her lips, the Mexican Mauler surging forwards and meeting Sammie at centre ring, the smaller brunette darting forwards as well to meet her foe in a fierce collar and elbow tie up. A duo of grunts escaped from their athletic bodies, but the FAWNatics cheers all too quickly transformed into groans of concern as, with her own slim shoulders shaking, Sammie was swiftly driven down onto one knee.
Forcibly penitent, the Upstart Supreme inhaled a deep breath before gamely attempting to push her way back up to her boot leather, but Fernandez would have none of it, baring down on her leverage with greater muscle to retain her advantage. Sammie, button nose beginning to scrunch in baby faced dander, inhaled deeply again and, with greater effort and a (not terribly) fierce growl, doubled her efforts to power up to vertical and, ever so slowly, toned thighs all a quiver, she began to make progress…
…only for Alejandra to display some (previously uncharacteristic) ring awareness by rapidly reversing her own momentum, switching gears from push to pull as she quickly stepped backwards. With a dominant YANK she all but snapped an astonished Sammie right up into her arms, hupping her up off her feet and clasping the smaller woman in a viciously tight bearhug, pinning Sinclair’s arms to her sides and SQUEEZING tight!
Sammie’s lips opened wide as her petite body popped into a sharp spasm, her athletic physique turning rigid for a second before she slumped into the embrace, shaken left and then right with the toes of her boots swinging a good inch off the canvas. Alejandra kept her unwilling cargo aloft for a good, several seconds, jostling her adversary up and down to elicit heavy moans and pained groans to escape from the Champions body, before turning about sharply and PLANTING Sammie to the deck with a possessive Belly to Belly Suplex!
Belly to Belly Suplex
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fSRnx8Ai3G4
Determined to secure a swift victory, the Muscle of Bad Reputation bore down on her position atop the flattened Sinclair, and hooked both of her lithe stems to roll her up into a tight ball.
ONE!
Sammie kicked out with a characteristically defiant shout, throwing up her shoulder for good measure. Winded she might be, but she was far from running on fumes, an eventually that Alejandra had evidently not been surprised by as she immediately set about making her fantasies a reality.
Not giving Sinclair a moment’s pause, she rolled the People’s Princess over before bullying the brunette up to her knees, grabbing the other young woman by her shoulder and neck to continue dragging her back up to her feet. Satisfied that she still retained control of the situation, she pulled Sammie forwards into a stiff, front headlock before slinging one of the other girl’s arm up and over her shoulders. Grasping the belt of Sinclair’s shorts for good measure, she prepared to launch her up and over with an empathic Snap Suplex…
…at least, that was the plan, and would have gone off without a hitch had Samantha not received plentiful couching from the Suplex Machine herself, Wendy Smith!! Throwing a spanner into the works, the miniature brunette hooked her right, athletic stem about Alejandra’s brawny own, and halted all momentum in its tracks.
Caught flat footed, Alejandra was unable to recover swiftly enough to prevent a quick reversal in fortunes, Sammie taking her opportunity to visit upon her foe what she had intended to visit upon her. Bracing herself, Sinclair grasped Fernandez by the midriff of her tights and, with a crowd stirring shout, sleekly powered Alejandra up and over with a Snap Suplex of her own!!
In a sweet little arc, the Prototype went up and over until her back COLLIDED with the canvas with a satisfying THUMP, a grunt escaping from her body as the barely yielding plywood flexed beneath her shoulders. The FAWNatics released a loud “WHOOP!” to accompany the firm landing and, even as the canvas was still rattling, Sammie retained her grip, popping up onto her tip toes before curling her own physique into a beautiful arch to bridge into a Pinfall attempt of her own…
ONE!
…which proved to be as equally short lived, Alejandra powering her way to freedom in short order.
Both were quick to react, although perhaps Fernandez was a step faster, the two adversaries breaking apart from the pinfall and separating by several paces. Being as she hadn’t been on the receiving end of a pre-match beat down, an intense Alejandra was back on her feet first, charging down Sinclair whilst the other young women was still on one knee.
Sammie, however, was as quick as they come when the occasion called for it and, in the heartbeat it had taken to close the distance, the smaller brunette was already reacting. As their separation became zero, the EuroAsia Champion made allies of both gravity and momentum, turning herself about as she hooked one of her foe’s arms with her own and, following a sharp pivot and shout, hip tossed the Challenger to the canvas.
Sent flipping up and over, Alejandra hit the plywood directly on her buttocks and, as her tailbone protested with a sharp spasm of pain sent shooting up Fernandez’s spine, the Mexican Mauler buried her discomfort beneath an avalanche of scarcely repressed frustration. She was back up on her feet again in a flash, a growl threatening to push out from between her teeth as she rolled her neck, reversing trajectory to once again charge down Sinclair.
Still possessing precisely zero desire to play ball when it came to having her head separated from her shoulders, Sammie once again took steps towards evasion. The Loyalist Legionnaires were in full voice now as she ducked low whilst sprinting forwards, deftly avoiding a brutal looking clothesline as she dashed on over to the furthest set of ring ropes. She was rolling now, the Little Sparrow fuelled by Babyfaced adrenaline, and she turned herself about to bounce off the coils to attain even greater velocity…
…only for the Brit to inexplicably stumble, a cry of surprise escaping from the torso of Sammie as she almost fell over. She just barely managed to remain standing and, as she turned to investigate, it became abundantly obvious that Daisy LeMay had clearly reached under the bottom rope to snag an ankle.
The Dastardly Damsel protested her innocence, holding up her hands in denial as she pleaded for a fair trial, but the FAWNatics had already made a verdict, serenading her with a rowdy chorus of boos.
The distraction, however, proved to be all too effective as Sammie, with her back turned, ate the entirety of Alejandra’s second attempt at clothesline across the back of her noggin. For a fraction of a second, the lights went out for Sinclair, the knees of the miniature Brit going limp as she slumped forwards, the WHACK of a brawny bicep to her cranium knocking her for a loop.
With a grunt escaping from her lips to accompany the blunt force impact, the Upstart Supreme slumped forwards and found herself entangled in the ropes, her arms draped over the top coil as she struggled to remember her own name.
The Official was swift to intercede. “Alright, Alejandra,” Tim insisted, “she’s in the ropes, give her a moment.”
To his surprise, Fernandez backed off, but continued to display just enough hostile intensions to monopolise the entirety of his attention…
…which was precisely what LeMay was waiting for, the Buxom Blonde leaping up onto the apron the moment his back was turned. The FAWNatics called fowl, but they might as well have been screaming into a hurricane for all of the difference that it made, Daisy, smirking like a cat who had caught the canary, cupped both of her palms behind Sammie’s head and proceeded to pull down, ruthlessly compressing the young woman’s throat across the top of the uppermost rope.
Sammie bucked as she was strangled, the People’s Princess already disorientated and now starved of air, the toes of her boots scraping aimlessly across the canvas as the entirety of her athletic frame turned rigid in desperate defiance. Such efforts availed her not, every inch of her, oh so painfully slowly, gradually lost all of its fibre, her body starved of much needed air. All too soon, the now crimson cheeked cutie was hanging limp against the coils, her lips parting slightly as her peepers fluttered towards closed.
Perhaps, in a handful more seconds, the EuroAsia Champion would have been out cold but Daisy, knowing that her window of opportunity was closing far too rapidly for her liking, released her illegal hold just before the Official was about to turn around, and forcibly SHOVED Sammie away from the ropes.
By the time the man in black and white could have been a witness, the crime had already been committed and Sinclair was now splayed out on the deck, gasping with greedy breaths as the heel of her right boot tapped down against the canvas to signal her distress. With each passing second, her petite body was being refilled with life saving oxygen, but even as her eyes were fluttering back open, she simply didn’t have time to recover.
Certainly not with a determined Alejandra zeroing in on her position, tightly grabbing the Little Sparrow by one of her wrists and possessively dragging the pliant Sammie towards centre ring like a cavewoman with her prize. Satisfied with the spot that she had chosen, Fernandez went on to adjust her grip, both dragging and bullying the still winded Sinclair back up to vertical, seizing her in a firm, front headlock and slinging a limp arm up and over her shoulders.
At first, the FAWNatics believed that the Prototype intended to complete the Snap Suplex that she had previously been denied, but Alejandra had something much better in mind for the Gladiatrix Photographers waiting at ringside. Ensuring that she had a firm grip of the hem of Sammie’s shorts, Fernandez inhaled a short breadth and tensing her rigid physique to display her dominance over her rival, powering the other young woman skywards until the entirety of the Perfectly Packaged Brit at her mercy was suspended upside down, and vertical to the canvas.
STALLING VERTICAL SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NRMIj3um2ik
For several long seconds, Fernandez held the Sammie aloft, the photographers at ringside as appreciate of the moment as expected, eagerly immortalising it for prosperity, before she brought the smaller brunette down to earth with a plywood rattling THUMP!! Sinclair bounced with a pained yelp, landing hard across her slim shoulders, rocking up to sitting from the impact before Fernandez grabbed her by her hair, yanking her back downwards to lay upon the canvas.
All the while, Alejandra was pushing herself back up to vertical, deliberately shoving down on Sammie’s exposed chest as a platform on her way there, but the Mexican Mauler had no intention of retaining boot leather for long. Instead, she (arguably deliberately) took a page out of one of Sinclair’s own idols playbook and, without a great deal of ceremony, leapt into the air to execute a (Sensational?) Legdrop.
While several FAWNatics may have looked away in denial, their refusal to watch didn’t prevent Alejandra’s firm, muscled thigh from DROPPING down across Sammie’s already abused neck and shoulders as though her limb were a headsmen’s axe, connecting with a WHACK that shook the plywood that supported them. The Upstart Supreme recoiled with a GRUNT that accompanied both of her own, lithe stems kicking up into the air as the shockwave of the impact rippled down her petite body, her legs coming down to land in a wide V, resting with scarcely a twitch betraying further signs of life.
Keeping her own stem in place to secure an impromptu pin, Alejandra glared into the hard camera as the Official dropped down in order to begin counting…
ONE!
TW…
…Sammie threw up a shoulder, much to the relief of those watching, inhaling deeply as though she had shocked by a deliberator. She continued to roll over, her eyes blinking rapidly as she struggled to come to, a grimace of her freckled features as she bit down on her bottom lip, coming to lay across her front.
Fernandez was back on her in an instant, unwilling to give Sinclair a moments peace as she grabbed her by the shoulders and rolled her over, going on to palm the back of her neck and coral her opponent up onto unsteady feet. Transitioning to a grip of Sammie’s wrist, Alejandra yanked on the brunette’s arm and dragged her into a forceful Irish Whip.
Propelled to do so, the gold clad, fan favourite sprinted towards the furthest corner and, possessing the self-preservation to do so, was able to turn about at the last moment and absorb the impact with the turnbuckles across her shoulders. Never the less, the jarring stop remained noticeably painful, Sammie wincing as her taunt buttocks came to rest on the middle buckle, the starch knocked out of her as Alejandra followed up a moment later, leaping the last few places and BURYING the People’s Princess beneath an Avalanche Splash.
Sammie’s noggin jerked backwards on her shoulders as she was flattened between Hardbody Lightweight and unyielding Ringpost, her posture slumping as Fernandez retreated a half pace, leaving the smaller young woman wedged in the corner. At least that seemed to be the plan before the Muscle of Bad Reputation marched right back into the breach, slamming a RIGID Kneestrike right up against Brits trim midriff, punishing the Brits toned tummy and leaving her gasping for air, Sinclair popped up onto her tip toes before she slumped back to sitting.
“Not tonight,” Alejandra promised, back peddling methodically, demonstrating full control as she sized up her waning adversary, the girl an impediment she was determined to remove permanently. “Not this year. This is my year, MINE!”
Satisfied with the distance that she had created, Fernandez pumped both of her arms, ‘reloading’ her biceps as, like a runaway train, the Prototype powered into a sprint, her charge lining her up for a second Avalanche Splash…
…only for Sammie, stubborn to her core, to grasp the top ropes to either side of her with Babyfaced tenacity and pulling her knees up to her torso, turtling herself up as she braced for impact!!
Alejandra, unable to slow down, SLAMMED into Sinclair’s rigid, weaponised joints, inadvertently impaling her own ribcage and forcing a great gasp of air to escape her suddenly deflated body. The FAWNatics responded in the positive as she stumbled away, turning about as her arms wrapped around her wounded bosom.
As for Sammie, as much as she wanted to grasp a much-needed breather, she dropped her feet back down onto the canvas and, with a (frankly adorable) war cry, pushed out from her corner at a sprint. She caught up with Alejandra in no time at all and, on the way past, the EuroAsia Champion leapt into the air whilst in the process of collecting her Challenger’s noggin in a side headlock, driving her towards the canvas face first by way of Bulldog!!
BULLDOG
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fyqK4LyU3f0
Forehead driven into the canvas, Fernandez jolted back up onto her knees clutching at her noggin as she clenched her teeth in frustration, her ears ringing from the impact.
Sammie, in comparison, had made an entirely planned landing on her pert, little booty, bouncing off the plywood and springing back up to her feet, seizing momentum in the manner of Babyfaces the world over as she launched into a sprint. The Loyalists in the arena were in full voice as the crowd favourite sped up the pace, a stark contrast to Daisy LeMay outside the ring who was wildly protesting some manner of imaginary infraction that only she was capable of understanding.
Everyone ignored her, including Sammie herself, the Little Sparrow turning herself about to throw herself into the wating ring ropes, the rubber coated steel briefly embracing the lightweight before snapping taunt, springing her back across the mat at even greater velocity. Apparently satisfied that she had achieved enough speed for take-off, Sinclair jumped the moment she reached her target and, with pin point precision, SLAMMED her right knee into the kneeling Alejandra’s temple, snapping her head sideways and knocking the Mexican Mauler senseless.
GOLDEN WIZARD
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MwXL9Cu_gRg
With Fernandez crumpling to the deck, Sammie threw herself atop her Challenger, the Perfectly Packaged Brit urged on by the FAWNatics as she hooked one of her foes suddenly pliant legs and rolled her up for a pinfall…
ONE!
TWO!!
…Alejandra powered up a shoulder, shaking her head and displaying that she had plenty of fuel left in the tank, shoving Sinclair off of her in the process.
Sammie rolled with it, popping back up to one knee before twirling her way up to vertical, adrenaline masking a mirid of pains as she raised her hands up high and clapped three times in rapid succession. The Loyalist Legionnaires in attendance took her prompt without hesitation, beginning their own, rapid three beat percussion the crowd over, raising the rafters as the Upstart Supreme lined up her foe and braced herself to launch into a blistering Sammie Kick…
…Daisy LeMay leapt up onto the apron, desperation in mind as she prepared to invade the ring…
…only for Sinclair to spin on a dime, snapping out with one, beautifully athletic limb, and SMACK!! the sole of her boot against the underside of the Cherry Cheeked Demon’s chin!! Knocked senseless by the crowd-pleasing strike, the bountiful blonde tumbled backwards off her perch, dropping to the cold concrete outside the ring.
The FAWNatics WHOOPED in reply, energised by the thwarted ambush and, as Sammie returned to the business at hand…
…Fernandez CHARGED across the ring and BURIED the sole of her own boot against the freckled cheek of the distracted Sinclair, nearly beheading the People’s Princess with the thunderous collision!!
RUNNING BIG BOOT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I3S1t2oZUR0
Sammie hit the deck after a sharp spiral, laying near prone of her side with a twitch of her right leg betraying her misfiring synapses.
Breathing heavily, Alejandra slapped both of her shoulders before rolling her neck, psyching herself up before marched about the ring in a wide circle, bringing herself back to the falling Sinclair. She grasped the limp limbed brunette by her wrist and hauled the rag dolled Brit up to vertical, displaying little respect as she bodily muscled the lighter girl up and over one shoulder. Securing her cargo in place like a sack of potatoes, she backed up into one corner and exhaled a sharp breath, picking her spot before she started running.
Upon reaching centre ring, with Sammie utterly pliant in her grasp, the Muscle of Bad Reputation defied the protests of the FAWNatics as she slung her unwilling cargo forwards and PLANTED!! her, back and shoulders first, into the canvas by way of a possessive Running Powerslam!!
GRINGA KILLER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JUkTTyFc5s&t=277s
As her legs kicked up sharply into the air, the EuroAsia champion released a loud ‘GRUNT’ which was followed by a deflated, defeated groan (a duo of soundbites replayed in dorm rooms up and down the country a ‘perplexing’ number of times), her stems coming to rest in a spread eagle before Fernandez collected one to secure a pinfall.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE…
Sammie SHOVED up a shoulder, much to the elation of the FAWNatics, just BARELY surviving the collision that had ended her at Thrills, Chills and Spills. Fernandez, however, had a different perspective on the outcome.
“BULLSHIT!!” she insisted, storming her way back up onto her feet, leaving the forgotten Sinclair moaning on the deck as Alejandra got all up in the Official’s business, the Prototype stopped just short of shoving the man in black and white.
Tim, despite (or perhaps because of) her attempts at intimidation, remained adamant in his resolve. “Two and a half,” he insisted, “almost doesn’t win Titles, Fernandez.”
For a moment, it seemed as though Alejandra would have something further to say, only to restrain it behind a tightening of her jaw and a clenching of her fists. She turned her attention to LeMay outside the ring, the Dastardly Damsel cradling her own, sore cheek after she had scraped herself off the concrete. They shared a pointed look before Alejandra, with a snort, turned her back on the Official and marched on over to the opposite set of ring ropes, ducking between the top and middle coils with a purpose.
Of everyone in the arena, for once, the man in black and white was the first one to catch on to what Fernandez intended, and almost immediately moved to dissuade her from her course of action. “Oh no,” Tim insisted, following in her wake as Alejandra dropped down out of the ring. “Don’t even think about it!” he continued to warn, as stern as an Official could be, “I’ll call it off Alejandra, you’ll lose the match, you’ll get nothing!”
Fernandez patently ignored him, the FAWNatics growing increasingly worried as she marched on over to the Timekeeper, SNATCHING the ten pounds of gold plated, EuroAsia Title from his grasp. Turning back to the squared circle, she brandished it as the weapon she had used it as for two PPV’s in a row…
…which was the sole focus of the crowd’s concern until, with the Official’s back turned, they spotted a scheming Daisy LeMay dive beneath the bottom ropes and slink into the ring.
Sammie, her own head still spinning, was ever so slowly getting back up onto her feet, utterly unaware that the Cherry Cheeked Demon stood poised with venomous intensity to strike, a dreaded Daisy Cutter moments away from occurring!!
The Loyalist Legionnaires cried out a warning, but Sinclair was too groggy to hear it, and the Official too distracted by Fernandez to heed it…
ME
www.youtube.com/watch?v=D9dHGYvSSbM
…the sound system burst into renewed (and utterly unscheduled) life, all eyes turning to the ramp as the Li’lest of the Sinclair’s burst out onto the stage in all of her perpetually nervous, red cheeked glory, all five foot nothing and one hundred pounds of her seemingly at a loss of what to do next. She came to a sudden stop, screeching to a halt in her (totally lucky) sneakers, performing a small, bashful curtsy in the face of the FAWNatics joyful bout of cheers.
MARY SINCLAIR
Like everyone else, Daisy’s own attention snapped to the ramp and any perceived danger zeroing in on her six, Sammie utterly forgotten as she prepared for any number of Upstarts to suddenly storm the squared circle. Unfortunately for her, she wasn’t the only one, the man in black and white also pivoting about the moment the sound system had kicked into a life, and it took him approximately zero seconds to spot LeMay’s illegal occupation of the ring.
“For goodness sake,” Tim cursed under his breath, wasting no time in hustling her off the mat, despite her plentiful protests and insistent waving of her arms.
Alejandra, still outside the ring and brandishing the EuroAsia Belt in one hand, was equally as irate, her threatening gaze not leaving the ramp and Mary waving bashfully from the top of it.
The FAWNatics, with activity seemingly leaping into life all around them, were as equally unclear as those involved in the contest as to where their attention should be, a state of confusion that only escalated as a fresh ripple of alarm bubbled up from one, particular corner of their masses. One camera man proved to be especially on the ball as he spun his rig around in time to capture on film a newcomer dash her way from out of the crowd, a baseball cap wearing young woman vaulting the barricades and zeroing in on Fernandez’s blindside…
SCARLET SINCLAIR
…Alejandra turned on the spot just in time to witness the youngest of the Sinclair’s, Scarlet, leap into the air and CRACK!! her across the cheek with BLISTERING right hook!!
A SHOT OF SCARLET!!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mfdp8LETRks
The Muscle of Bad Reputation dropped down to her knees as Scarlet skidded to a stop beside her, the last of the Sinclair Siblings to arrive and complete the family reunion quickly checking that the Official was still distracted by the increasingly distressed Daisy before moving back to Alejandra. Preventing Fernandez from flopping over, the Babe of Brawl assisted the shell-shocked Mexican Mauler back up to her feet and (less than gracefully), bundled her into the ring under the bottom rope.
Just as Daisy was being forced to vacate the squared circle, the punch-drunk Alejandra was slowly finding her feet, shaking her head and unable to stop the ringing in her ears, utterly unsure of what had just happened. She had to blink several times…
…before EATING the entirety of an astonishingly precise Sammie Kick, a resurgent Sinclair on her feet and planting the sole of her boot clean on the underside of her Challengers chin!!
Fernandez, her head snapping backwards from the blow, toppled like a felled oak, the lights going out as the Upstart Supreme quickly followed up by throwing herself atop the Muscle of Bad Reputation, securing a pinfall for…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…the FAWNatics accompanying the chiming of the bell with a roar, the People’s Princess retaining the EuroAsia Championship!!
FEEL INVINCIBLE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gco_SAvHVSM
With visible relief, Sammie sat up straight and exhaled deeply, drained of adrenaline and feeling deeply fatigued, nodding slowly before forcing herself to get back up. Within moments, she had assistance from Scarlet, the Little Lioness ducking herself under one of her ‘big’ sisters’ shoulders for support whilst lifting the coveted, EuroAsia Belt up high with her free hand for the masses to see. A handful of seconds later, following the urging for the crowd, Mary also joined them in the ring, the cherry topped cutie ducking beneath Sammie’s other arm to complete the picture at centre ring.
The Upstart Supreme, slightly befuddled, looked between her two sisters as she slowly caught up with current events. “Why do I feel like I missed a few chapters?”
Mary, bashful by nature, blushed apologetically whilst Scarlet, having obviously devised the entire scheme, merely smirked like an especially pleased cat.
Sammie, far too tired to question further, simply opted to resort to her own, default settings, and pulled her two little sisters in for a hug, the FAWNatics filling the arena with an increasingly familiar chant, one that continued to air until the live feed cut to the next promo package…
“WORLDS! BEST! BRITS! WORLDS! BEST! BRITS! WORLDS! BEST! BRITS!”
VS.
ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ
The PPV maybe named Heartbroken, but for the next thirty minutes the FAWNatics hoped to be anything but, the Loyalist Legionnaires in attendance eagerly waiting for…
FEEL INVINCIBLE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gco_SAvHVSM
…to burst into life over the loud speakers, heralding the arrival of the People’s Princess in all of her freckled cheeked glory. When the house lights bathed the stage with welcome illumination, the packed arena officially lost its collective sh*t, the EuroAsia Champion revealed for all to see!
SAMANTHA SINCLAIR
Perfectly petite, the Upstart Supreme swung her arms up high and wiggled her fingers, flashing her most winning smile as she clued in her supporters that it was time for them to join in. So prompted, the People collectively brought their hands together in rhythm with their Princess…
ONCE!
TWICE!!
THRICE!!!
…before following up with a loud cheer as the Babyfaced Darling pointed dramatically towards the squared circle, pyrokinetics exploding to either side of her on the entrance in a bombastic display.
Statement of intent made, the brunette of petite proportions set 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 crisp high fives to make their evenings. She stopped for a quick selfie with a young couple as they sported T-Shirts in support of her legendary father, the image trending soon after.
Standing in at five foot four and one-hundred and ten pounds, her spirited demeanour made her every inch the crowd favourite, born into the industry and becoming the darling of it, from tiny tot to the daring young women she was today.
Arriving at her destination, the lithe, gold clad grappler hopped up onto the apron without even a hint of hesitation, 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 frame up and over the uppermost coil, turning about into a darling spiral after her boots returned to canvas, brunette curls bouncing about her slender shoulders as she toured the four corners of the squared circle.
About her trim midriff snuggly sat ten pounds of coveted strap, the EuroAsia Title golden and gleaming and it was, as the tips of Sammie’s fingers drummed atop of it, clearly a cherished possession, one she had spent the last four weeks touring with across the two continents she represented. It was a punishing schedule, to always be spearheading the FAWN brand outside of the States, but it was one she accepted gladly, and would fight fiercely to retain.
With the barest hint of reluctance, the miniature Brit unclasped the belt from around her slender waist before raising it up high, showing the prize off to a fresh bout of cheers from the masses. She brought it back down to hand it over to the Official for safe keeping, her mood momentarily sombre as she addressed the man in black and white.
“Do me a favour,” she requested with the smallest of sighs, “try to make sure no-one smacks me over the head with this tonight, it’s harder than it looks.”
“I’ll do what I can,” Tim promised, sincere enough in sentiment, but the young man had quickly come to learn that just about anything goes in a FAWN arena.
Sammie nodded, offering him a grateful smile before she turned about and exhaled a deep breath, the young woman feeling familiar nerves as she prepared for her opponent to emerge on the ramp. For two PPV’s in a row, her own Title had been used as a weapon against her and, as the instigator of those assaults was about to appear, she was determined to not make a third.
“Alright, Fernandez,” Sammie rocked slightly between her heel and her toes, keeping herself limber, “enough is enough, time to take your shot.”
Just like the EuroAsia Champion standing at centre ring, the arena waited eagerly for Alejandra to appear, only for…
UPSIDE DOWN
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQcWekGBA8s
…to blaze out over the loudspeakers instead, heralding the arrival of the wrong half of Bad Reputation.
DAISY LEMAY
So perplexed were the FAWNatics, that they almost forgot to serenade the Dastardly Damsel with their customary boos and, while those watching had been caught flat footed, Daisy LeMay herself skipped not a beat in in her own arrival. Spritely footed and petitely packaged, the bountiful blonde sported enough pink lace and the sweetest of smiles to fool the unwary as she darted down the aisle, pivoting left and right as she held up her palms to deliver peppy high fives that were not returned, and saluted cheers that were not issued.
Standing in at five foot four and one hundred and twelve pounds, the Cherry Cheeked Demon was seemingly in a world of her own, engaging with the audience as though she were a fan favourite, and behaving as though she were about to be in a match. With scarcely a few feet remaining between herself and the squared circle, Daisy suddenly launched into a dash, diving swiftly beneath the bottom rope and rolling her way back up to vertical with a bounce.
Whilst LeMay proceeded to tour the four corners of the ring, clapping her hands above her head, Sammie resolved to hold back, the small furrow of her brow betraying her befuddlement, the Little Sparrow waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Daisy concluded her tour of the squared circle upon reaching the final corner, and she secured a duo of microphones from a stagehand. With a smile that was as sweet as could be, the blonde skipped to centre ring and proffered one to Sinclair. Sammie, not wanting to be rude, accepted it after only a moment of hesitation.
LeMay invited her to have the first word and Samantha, resisting the urge to nip on her bottom lip, raised the stick up to her lips to ask the most obvious question…
…only for Daisy to immediately cut her off.
“My dear Ladies and Gentlemen!!” LeMay immediately and dismissively turned her back on Sammie, instead addressing the FAWNatics directly. “The wait is finally over,” she decreed, standing at centre ring and saluted a hand over her heart. “After a long and arduous campaign, Alejandra Fernandez will…”
Daisy paused for effect, as if expecting the FAWNatics to join in.
“MAKE! EUROPE!! GREAT!!! AGAIN!!!!”
Sammie, the spirited star not particularly well known for her patience, had decided that enough was enough, the Upstart Supreme fully prepared to deliver a rebuttal…
…only for a sudden surge of panic to ripple through the arena and alert the brunette of their affections to incoming danger!! It was all too late, however, Alejandra Fernandez bursting out from the front rows of the crowd and vaulting over the barricades. Like a steamroller she charged, the Muscle of Bad Reputation diving under the bottom rope before surging back up to her feet, leaping into a BRUTAL Spear just as Sammie was turning to face her.
ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ
With a gasp that was audible, the People’s Princess folded as her unprotected, trim tummy was impaled by her adversaries’ rigid shoulder, her boots ripped off the canvas before she was driven to the mat with a thump. With a visible wince, Sammie attempted to turtle, but Alejandra was having none of it, a scowl on her lips as she grabbed a handful of her opponents’ hair and yanked Sinclair’s head back by her curls, curving her throat and forcing her to remain sitting.
Fernandez, leaning over her ambushed foe, braced herself on one knee and delivered not one, but two wickedly firm Forearm smashes the other girl’s forehead, keeping the slighter young woman disoriented. Aimlessly, Sammie raised a hand to defend herself, but it availed her not, pretty peepers already fluttering as she struggled to regain her bearings, the heels of her boots kicking up off the canvas in rhythm with each stiff impact.
“Jesus,” Tim complained, the Official already finding himself on the back foot, attempting to intercede with some measure of authority. “What is it with you people? The bell hasn’t even rung ye…”
DING! DING! DING!
Suitably surprised, the man in black and white turned on the spot to address the timekeeper, only to find that Daisy LeMay had taken it upon herself to take over his duties. Having dived out of the ring the moment Fernandez had entered it, the Blonde was apparently set on delivering more mayhem. She held up her hands the moment he spotted her, dropping the small hammer as she did so and protesting her innocence, insisting that she’d only had the best of intensions at heart.
“I’m sorry!” she apologised with biggest of sad eyes, “I was just trying to be of assistance, I thought the match had started!”
Tim, not buying it for a second, grumbled under his breath even as the FAWNatics continued to cry foul, turning about again to directly address his two charges. He waded in as best as he could as Fernandez continued to lean over the forcibly subservient Sammie, now delivering a trio of meaty blows to the waylaid EuroAsia Champions unguarded torso, winded moans emerging from the wilting young woman’s petite body.
“Make some room, Alejandra,” he demanded, reminding the Prototype of his (at least theoretical) authority, “or I call it off!”
“The bell rang!” Fernandez insisted with a low growl, still grasping the Brit at her mercy by her mane and staring at the man in black and white with tightly controlled malice. “You can’t stop me.”
“Test that theory,” Tim warned, no stranger to Bad Reputation at this point. “See how far it gets you.”
Alejandra scowled, but swallowed all further protest behind a wall of animosity, unclenching her fist and unceremoniously shoving the winded Sinclair down flat against the canvas.
Tim acted quickly, knowing his leeway with those watching from the Directors Box would be limited, even as the FAWNatics unleashed an appreciative cheer following his intervention. Leaning over Sammie, he offered the Little Sparrow an arm to grasp a hold off, Sinclair stifling a grimace as she inhaled a deep breadth and pulled herself back up to sitting.
“It’s ok,” the petitely packaged Brit nodded, all evidence to the contrary, Samantha as stubborn to the core as anyone in her family. “I’m still good to go,” she insisted, pushing herself back up to vertical, “I just need a second.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” Tim echoed under his breath, knowing that his earpiece would begin buzzing with irate demands at any moment. “Because that’s all I can give you.”
As much as he wanted to do otherwise, the Official stepped backwards, leaving nothing but air between Champion and Challenger once the Perfectly Packaged Brit had secured boot leather. To his surprise, it was Samantha who would reinstitute hostilities, clearly still winded and yet unwilling to back down.
“Come on then, Fernandez,” the eldest of the Sinclair siblings invited, standing up straight with a wince, “or do you need to wait for permission?”
With a curl of her lip, Alejandra scarcely retained the growl that threatened to escape her lips, the Mexican Mauler surging forwards and meeting Sammie at centre ring, the smaller brunette darting forwards as well to meet her foe in a fierce collar and elbow tie up. A duo of grunts escaped from their athletic bodies, but the FAWNatics cheers all too quickly transformed into groans of concern as, with her own slim shoulders shaking, Sammie was swiftly driven down onto one knee.
Forcibly penitent, the Upstart Supreme inhaled a deep breath before gamely attempting to push her way back up to her boot leather, but Fernandez would have none of it, baring down on her leverage with greater muscle to retain her advantage. Sammie, button nose beginning to scrunch in baby faced dander, inhaled deeply again and, with greater effort and a (not terribly) fierce growl, doubled her efforts to power up to vertical and, ever so slowly, toned thighs all a quiver, she began to make progress…
…only for Alejandra to display some (previously uncharacteristic) ring awareness by rapidly reversing her own momentum, switching gears from push to pull as she quickly stepped backwards. With a dominant YANK she all but snapped an astonished Sammie right up into her arms, hupping her up off her feet and clasping the smaller woman in a viciously tight bearhug, pinning Sinclair’s arms to her sides and SQUEEZING tight!
Sammie’s lips opened wide as her petite body popped into a sharp spasm, her athletic physique turning rigid for a second before she slumped into the embrace, shaken left and then right with the toes of her boots swinging a good inch off the canvas. Alejandra kept her unwilling cargo aloft for a good, several seconds, jostling her adversary up and down to elicit heavy moans and pained groans to escape from the Champions body, before turning about sharply and PLANTING Sammie to the deck with a possessive Belly to Belly Suplex!
Belly to Belly Suplex
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fSRnx8Ai3G4
Determined to secure a swift victory, the Muscle of Bad Reputation bore down on her position atop the flattened Sinclair, and hooked both of her lithe stems to roll her up into a tight ball.
ONE!
Sammie kicked out with a characteristically defiant shout, throwing up her shoulder for good measure. Winded she might be, but she was far from running on fumes, an eventually that Alejandra had evidently not been surprised by as she immediately set about making her fantasies a reality.
Not giving Sinclair a moment’s pause, she rolled the People’s Princess over before bullying the brunette up to her knees, grabbing the other young woman by her shoulder and neck to continue dragging her back up to her feet. Satisfied that she still retained control of the situation, she pulled Sammie forwards into a stiff, front headlock before slinging one of the other girl’s arm up and over her shoulders. Grasping the belt of Sinclair’s shorts for good measure, she prepared to launch her up and over with an empathic Snap Suplex…
…at least, that was the plan, and would have gone off without a hitch had Samantha not received plentiful couching from the Suplex Machine herself, Wendy Smith!! Throwing a spanner into the works, the miniature brunette hooked her right, athletic stem about Alejandra’s brawny own, and halted all momentum in its tracks.
Caught flat footed, Alejandra was unable to recover swiftly enough to prevent a quick reversal in fortunes, Sammie taking her opportunity to visit upon her foe what she had intended to visit upon her. Bracing herself, Sinclair grasped Fernandez by the midriff of her tights and, with a crowd stirring shout, sleekly powered Alejandra up and over with a Snap Suplex of her own!!
In a sweet little arc, the Prototype went up and over until her back COLLIDED with the canvas with a satisfying THUMP, a grunt escaping from her body as the barely yielding plywood flexed beneath her shoulders. The FAWNatics released a loud “WHOOP!” to accompany the firm landing and, even as the canvas was still rattling, Sammie retained her grip, popping up onto her tip toes before curling her own physique into a beautiful arch to bridge into a Pinfall attempt of her own…
ONE!
…which proved to be as equally short lived, Alejandra powering her way to freedom in short order.
Both were quick to react, although perhaps Fernandez was a step faster, the two adversaries breaking apart from the pinfall and separating by several paces. Being as she hadn’t been on the receiving end of a pre-match beat down, an intense Alejandra was back on her feet first, charging down Sinclair whilst the other young women was still on one knee.
Sammie, however, was as quick as they come when the occasion called for it and, in the heartbeat it had taken to close the distance, the smaller brunette was already reacting. As their separation became zero, the EuroAsia Champion made allies of both gravity and momentum, turning herself about as she hooked one of her foe’s arms with her own and, following a sharp pivot and shout, hip tossed the Challenger to the canvas.
Sent flipping up and over, Alejandra hit the plywood directly on her buttocks and, as her tailbone protested with a sharp spasm of pain sent shooting up Fernandez’s spine, the Mexican Mauler buried her discomfort beneath an avalanche of scarcely repressed frustration. She was back up on her feet again in a flash, a growl threatening to push out from between her teeth as she rolled her neck, reversing trajectory to once again charge down Sinclair.
Still possessing precisely zero desire to play ball when it came to having her head separated from her shoulders, Sammie once again took steps towards evasion. The Loyalist Legionnaires were in full voice now as she ducked low whilst sprinting forwards, deftly avoiding a brutal looking clothesline as she dashed on over to the furthest set of ring ropes. She was rolling now, the Little Sparrow fuelled by Babyfaced adrenaline, and she turned herself about to bounce off the coils to attain even greater velocity…
…only for the Brit to inexplicably stumble, a cry of surprise escaping from the torso of Sammie as she almost fell over. She just barely managed to remain standing and, as she turned to investigate, it became abundantly obvious that Daisy LeMay had clearly reached under the bottom rope to snag an ankle.
The Dastardly Damsel protested her innocence, holding up her hands in denial as she pleaded for a fair trial, but the FAWNatics had already made a verdict, serenading her with a rowdy chorus of boos.
The distraction, however, proved to be all too effective as Sammie, with her back turned, ate the entirety of Alejandra’s second attempt at clothesline across the back of her noggin. For a fraction of a second, the lights went out for Sinclair, the knees of the miniature Brit going limp as she slumped forwards, the WHACK of a brawny bicep to her cranium knocking her for a loop.
With a grunt escaping from her lips to accompany the blunt force impact, the Upstart Supreme slumped forwards and found herself entangled in the ropes, her arms draped over the top coil as she struggled to remember her own name.
The Official was swift to intercede. “Alright, Alejandra,” Tim insisted, “she’s in the ropes, give her a moment.”
To his surprise, Fernandez backed off, but continued to display just enough hostile intensions to monopolise the entirety of his attention…
…which was precisely what LeMay was waiting for, the Buxom Blonde leaping up onto the apron the moment his back was turned. The FAWNatics called fowl, but they might as well have been screaming into a hurricane for all of the difference that it made, Daisy, smirking like a cat who had caught the canary, cupped both of her palms behind Sammie’s head and proceeded to pull down, ruthlessly compressing the young woman’s throat across the top of the uppermost rope.
Sammie bucked as she was strangled, the People’s Princess already disorientated and now starved of air, the toes of her boots scraping aimlessly across the canvas as the entirety of her athletic frame turned rigid in desperate defiance. Such efforts availed her not, every inch of her, oh so painfully slowly, gradually lost all of its fibre, her body starved of much needed air. All too soon, the now crimson cheeked cutie was hanging limp against the coils, her lips parting slightly as her peepers fluttered towards closed.
Perhaps, in a handful more seconds, the EuroAsia Champion would have been out cold but Daisy, knowing that her window of opportunity was closing far too rapidly for her liking, released her illegal hold just before the Official was about to turn around, and forcibly SHOVED Sammie away from the ropes.
By the time the man in black and white could have been a witness, the crime had already been committed and Sinclair was now splayed out on the deck, gasping with greedy breaths as the heel of her right boot tapped down against the canvas to signal her distress. With each passing second, her petite body was being refilled with life saving oxygen, but even as her eyes were fluttering back open, she simply didn’t have time to recover.
Certainly not with a determined Alejandra zeroing in on her position, tightly grabbing the Little Sparrow by one of her wrists and possessively dragging the pliant Sammie towards centre ring like a cavewoman with her prize. Satisfied with the spot that she had chosen, Fernandez went on to adjust her grip, both dragging and bullying the still winded Sinclair back up to vertical, seizing her in a firm, front headlock and slinging a limp arm up and over her shoulders.
At first, the FAWNatics believed that the Prototype intended to complete the Snap Suplex that she had previously been denied, but Alejandra had something much better in mind for the Gladiatrix Photographers waiting at ringside. Ensuring that she had a firm grip of the hem of Sammie’s shorts, Fernandez inhaled a short breadth and tensing her rigid physique to display her dominance over her rival, powering the other young woman skywards until the entirety of the Perfectly Packaged Brit at her mercy was suspended upside down, and vertical to the canvas.
STALLING VERTICAL SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NRMIj3um2ik
For several long seconds, Fernandez held the Sammie aloft, the photographers at ringside as appreciate of the moment as expected, eagerly immortalising it for prosperity, before she brought the smaller brunette down to earth with a plywood rattling THUMP!! Sinclair bounced with a pained yelp, landing hard across her slim shoulders, rocking up to sitting from the impact before Fernandez grabbed her by her hair, yanking her back downwards to lay upon the canvas.
All the while, Alejandra was pushing herself back up to vertical, deliberately shoving down on Sammie’s exposed chest as a platform on her way there, but the Mexican Mauler had no intention of retaining boot leather for long. Instead, she (arguably deliberately) took a page out of one of Sinclair’s own idols playbook and, without a great deal of ceremony, leapt into the air to execute a (Sensational?) Legdrop.
While several FAWNatics may have looked away in denial, their refusal to watch didn’t prevent Alejandra’s firm, muscled thigh from DROPPING down across Sammie’s already abused neck and shoulders as though her limb were a headsmen’s axe, connecting with a WHACK that shook the plywood that supported them. The Upstart Supreme recoiled with a GRUNT that accompanied both of her own, lithe stems kicking up into the air as the shockwave of the impact rippled down her petite body, her legs coming down to land in a wide V, resting with scarcely a twitch betraying further signs of life.
Keeping her own stem in place to secure an impromptu pin, Alejandra glared into the hard camera as the Official dropped down in order to begin counting…
ONE!
TW…
…Sammie threw up a shoulder, much to the relief of those watching, inhaling deeply as though she had shocked by a deliberator. She continued to roll over, her eyes blinking rapidly as she struggled to come to, a grimace of her freckled features as she bit down on her bottom lip, coming to lay across her front.
Fernandez was back on her in an instant, unwilling to give Sinclair a moments peace as she grabbed her by the shoulders and rolled her over, going on to palm the back of her neck and coral her opponent up onto unsteady feet. Transitioning to a grip of Sammie’s wrist, Alejandra yanked on the brunette’s arm and dragged her into a forceful Irish Whip.
Propelled to do so, the gold clad, fan favourite sprinted towards the furthest corner and, possessing the self-preservation to do so, was able to turn about at the last moment and absorb the impact with the turnbuckles across her shoulders. Never the less, the jarring stop remained noticeably painful, Sammie wincing as her taunt buttocks came to rest on the middle buckle, the starch knocked out of her as Alejandra followed up a moment later, leaping the last few places and BURYING the People’s Princess beneath an Avalanche Splash.
Sammie’s noggin jerked backwards on her shoulders as she was flattened between Hardbody Lightweight and unyielding Ringpost, her posture slumping as Fernandez retreated a half pace, leaving the smaller young woman wedged in the corner. At least that seemed to be the plan before the Muscle of Bad Reputation marched right back into the breach, slamming a RIGID Kneestrike right up against Brits trim midriff, punishing the Brits toned tummy and leaving her gasping for air, Sinclair popped up onto her tip toes before she slumped back to sitting.
“Not tonight,” Alejandra promised, back peddling methodically, demonstrating full control as she sized up her waning adversary, the girl an impediment she was determined to remove permanently. “Not this year. This is my year, MINE!”
Satisfied with the distance that she had created, Fernandez pumped both of her arms, ‘reloading’ her biceps as, like a runaway train, the Prototype powered into a sprint, her charge lining her up for a second Avalanche Splash…
…only for Sammie, stubborn to her core, to grasp the top ropes to either side of her with Babyfaced tenacity and pulling her knees up to her torso, turtling herself up as she braced for impact!!
Alejandra, unable to slow down, SLAMMED into Sinclair’s rigid, weaponised joints, inadvertently impaling her own ribcage and forcing a great gasp of air to escape her suddenly deflated body. The FAWNatics responded in the positive as she stumbled away, turning about as her arms wrapped around her wounded bosom.
As for Sammie, as much as she wanted to grasp a much-needed breather, she dropped her feet back down onto the canvas and, with a (frankly adorable) war cry, pushed out from her corner at a sprint. She caught up with Alejandra in no time at all and, on the way past, the EuroAsia Champion leapt into the air whilst in the process of collecting her Challenger’s noggin in a side headlock, driving her towards the canvas face first by way of Bulldog!!
BULLDOG
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fyqK4LyU3f0
Forehead driven into the canvas, Fernandez jolted back up onto her knees clutching at her noggin as she clenched her teeth in frustration, her ears ringing from the impact.
Sammie, in comparison, had made an entirely planned landing on her pert, little booty, bouncing off the plywood and springing back up to her feet, seizing momentum in the manner of Babyfaces the world over as she launched into a sprint. The Loyalists in the arena were in full voice as the crowd favourite sped up the pace, a stark contrast to Daisy LeMay outside the ring who was wildly protesting some manner of imaginary infraction that only she was capable of understanding.
Everyone ignored her, including Sammie herself, the Little Sparrow turning herself about to throw herself into the wating ring ropes, the rubber coated steel briefly embracing the lightweight before snapping taunt, springing her back across the mat at even greater velocity. Apparently satisfied that she had achieved enough speed for take-off, Sinclair jumped the moment she reached her target and, with pin point precision, SLAMMED her right knee into the kneeling Alejandra’s temple, snapping her head sideways and knocking the Mexican Mauler senseless.
GOLDEN WIZARD
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MwXL9Cu_gRg
With Fernandez crumpling to the deck, Sammie threw herself atop her Challenger, the Perfectly Packaged Brit urged on by the FAWNatics as she hooked one of her foes suddenly pliant legs and rolled her up for a pinfall…
ONE!
TWO!!
…Alejandra powered up a shoulder, shaking her head and displaying that she had plenty of fuel left in the tank, shoving Sinclair off of her in the process.
Sammie rolled with it, popping back up to one knee before twirling her way up to vertical, adrenaline masking a mirid of pains as she raised her hands up high and clapped three times in rapid succession. The Loyalist Legionnaires in attendance took her prompt without hesitation, beginning their own, rapid three beat percussion the crowd over, raising the rafters as the Upstart Supreme lined up her foe and braced herself to launch into a blistering Sammie Kick…
…Daisy LeMay leapt up onto the apron, desperation in mind as she prepared to invade the ring…
…only for Sinclair to spin on a dime, snapping out with one, beautifully athletic limb, and SMACK!! the sole of her boot against the underside of the Cherry Cheeked Demon’s chin!! Knocked senseless by the crowd-pleasing strike, the bountiful blonde tumbled backwards off her perch, dropping to the cold concrete outside the ring.
The FAWNatics WHOOPED in reply, energised by the thwarted ambush and, as Sammie returned to the business at hand…
…Fernandez CHARGED across the ring and BURIED the sole of her own boot against the freckled cheek of the distracted Sinclair, nearly beheading the People’s Princess with the thunderous collision!!
RUNNING BIG BOOT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I3S1t2oZUR0
Sammie hit the deck after a sharp spiral, laying near prone of her side with a twitch of her right leg betraying her misfiring synapses.
Breathing heavily, Alejandra slapped both of her shoulders before rolling her neck, psyching herself up before marched about the ring in a wide circle, bringing herself back to the falling Sinclair. She grasped the limp limbed brunette by her wrist and hauled the rag dolled Brit up to vertical, displaying little respect as she bodily muscled the lighter girl up and over one shoulder. Securing her cargo in place like a sack of potatoes, she backed up into one corner and exhaled a sharp breath, picking her spot before she started running.
Upon reaching centre ring, with Sammie utterly pliant in her grasp, the Muscle of Bad Reputation defied the protests of the FAWNatics as she slung her unwilling cargo forwards and PLANTED!! her, back and shoulders first, into the canvas by way of a possessive Running Powerslam!!
GRINGA KILLER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JUkTTyFc5s&t=277s
As her legs kicked up sharply into the air, the EuroAsia champion released a loud ‘GRUNT’ which was followed by a deflated, defeated groan (a duo of soundbites replayed in dorm rooms up and down the country a ‘perplexing’ number of times), her stems coming to rest in a spread eagle before Fernandez collected one to secure a pinfall.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE…
Sammie SHOVED up a shoulder, much to the elation of the FAWNatics, just BARELY surviving the collision that had ended her at Thrills, Chills and Spills. Fernandez, however, had a different perspective on the outcome.
“BULLSHIT!!” she insisted, storming her way back up onto her feet, leaving the forgotten Sinclair moaning on the deck as Alejandra got all up in the Official’s business, the Prototype stopped just short of shoving the man in black and white.
Tim, despite (or perhaps because of) her attempts at intimidation, remained adamant in his resolve. “Two and a half,” he insisted, “almost doesn’t win Titles, Fernandez.”
For a moment, it seemed as though Alejandra would have something further to say, only to restrain it behind a tightening of her jaw and a clenching of her fists. She turned her attention to LeMay outside the ring, the Dastardly Damsel cradling her own, sore cheek after she had scraped herself off the concrete. They shared a pointed look before Alejandra, with a snort, turned her back on the Official and marched on over to the opposite set of ring ropes, ducking between the top and middle coils with a purpose.
Of everyone in the arena, for once, the man in black and white was the first one to catch on to what Fernandez intended, and almost immediately moved to dissuade her from her course of action. “Oh no,” Tim insisted, following in her wake as Alejandra dropped down out of the ring. “Don’t even think about it!” he continued to warn, as stern as an Official could be, “I’ll call it off Alejandra, you’ll lose the match, you’ll get nothing!”
Fernandez patently ignored him, the FAWNatics growing increasingly worried as she marched on over to the Timekeeper, SNATCHING the ten pounds of gold plated, EuroAsia Title from his grasp. Turning back to the squared circle, she brandished it as the weapon she had used it as for two PPV’s in a row…
…which was the sole focus of the crowd’s concern until, with the Official’s back turned, they spotted a scheming Daisy LeMay dive beneath the bottom ropes and slink into the ring.
Sammie, her own head still spinning, was ever so slowly getting back up onto her feet, utterly unaware that the Cherry Cheeked Demon stood poised with venomous intensity to strike, a dreaded Daisy Cutter moments away from occurring!!
The Loyalist Legionnaires cried out a warning, but Sinclair was too groggy to hear it, and the Official too distracted by Fernandez to heed it…
ME
www.youtube.com/watch?v=D9dHGYvSSbM
…the sound system burst into renewed (and utterly unscheduled) life, all eyes turning to the ramp as the Li’lest of the Sinclair’s burst out onto the stage in all of her perpetually nervous, red cheeked glory, all five foot nothing and one hundred pounds of her seemingly at a loss of what to do next. She came to a sudden stop, screeching to a halt in her (totally lucky) sneakers, performing a small, bashful curtsy in the face of the FAWNatics joyful bout of cheers.
MARY SINCLAIR
Like everyone else, Daisy’s own attention snapped to the ramp and any perceived danger zeroing in on her six, Sammie utterly forgotten as she prepared for any number of Upstarts to suddenly storm the squared circle. Unfortunately for her, she wasn’t the only one, the man in black and white also pivoting about the moment the sound system had kicked into a life, and it took him approximately zero seconds to spot LeMay’s illegal occupation of the ring.
“For goodness sake,” Tim cursed under his breath, wasting no time in hustling her off the mat, despite her plentiful protests and insistent waving of her arms.
Alejandra, still outside the ring and brandishing the EuroAsia Belt in one hand, was equally as irate, her threatening gaze not leaving the ramp and Mary waving bashfully from the top of it.
The FAWNatics, with activity seemingly leaping into life all around them, were as equally unclear as those involved in the contest as to where their attention should be, a state of confusion that only escalated as a fresh ripple of alarm bubbled up from one, particular corner of their masses. One camera man proved to be especially on the ball as he spun his rig around in time to capture on film a newcomer dash her way from out of the crowd, a baseball cap wearing young woman vaulting the barricades and zeroing in on Fernandez’s blindside…
SCARLET SINCLAIR
…Alejandra turned on the spot just in time to witness the youngest of the Sinclair’s, Scarlet, leap into the air and CRACK!! her across the cheek with BLISTERING right hook!!
A SHOT OF SCARLET!!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mfdp8LETRks
The Muscle of Bad Reputation dropped down to her knees as Scarlet skidded to a stop beside her, the last of the Sinclair Siblings to arrive and complete the family reunion quickly checking that the Official was still distracted by the increasingly distressed Daisy before moving back to Alejandra. Preventing Fernandez from flopping over, the Babe of Brawl assisted the shell-shocked Mexican Mauler back up to her feet and (less than gracefully), bundled her into the ring under the bottom rope.
Just as Daisy was being forced to vacate the squared circle, the punch-drunk Alejandra was slowly finding her feet, shaking her head and unable to stop the ringing in her ears, utterly unsure of what had just happened. She had to blink several times…
…before EATING the entirety of an astonishingly precise Sammie Kick, a resurgent Sinclair on her feet and planting the sole of her boot clean on the underside of her Challengers chin!!
Fernandez, her head snapping backwards from the blow, toppled like a felled oak, the lights going out as the Upstart Supreme quickly followed up by throwing herself atop the Muscle of Bad Reputation, securing a pinfall for…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…the FAWNatics accompanying the chiming of the bell with a roar, the People’s Princess retaining the EuroAsia Championship!!
FEEL INVINCIBLE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gco_SAvHVSM
With visible relief, Sammie sat up straight and exhaled deeply, drained of adrenaline and feeling deeply fatigued, nodding slowly before forcing herself to get back up. Within moments, she had assistance from Scarlet, the Little Lioness ducking herself under one of her ‘big’ sisters’ shoulders for support whilst lifting the coveted, EuroAsia Belt up high with her free hand for the masses to see. A handful of seconds later, following the urging for the crowd, Mary also joined them in the ring, the cherry topped cutie ducking beneath Sammie’s other arm to complete the picture at centre ring.
The Upstart Supreme, slightly befuddled, looked between her two sisters as she slowly caught up with current events. “Why do I feel like I missed a few chapters?”
Mary, bashful by nature, blushed apologetically whilst Scarlet, having obviously devised the entire scheme, merely smirked like an especially pleased cat.
Sammie, far too tired to question further, simply opted to resort to her own, default settings, and pulled her two little sisters in for a hug, the FAWNatics filling the arena with an increasingly familiar chant, one that continued to air until the live feed cut to the next promo package…
“WORLDS! BEST! BRITS! WORLDS! BEST! BRITS! WORLDS! BEST! BRITS!”