Post by EmmaWoods007 on May 26, 2020 8:48:57 GMT
Mary Sinclair swallowed ever so slightly; the little redheaded Brit filled with enough butterflies in her trim tummy that she may well be about to take flight. She shook out her hands, bouncing from one foot to the other, well aware that her nerves were accelerating, that her anxiety was threatening to spike. This was to be her first ever Main Event, and the prospect of all that pressure to perform was more daunting than any hurdle she had previously experienced.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” she heard the Announcer call from the opposite side of the curtains, his voice muffled by the distance. Her heart skipped a beat, her nerves ran rampant and, closing her eyes, she thought of all the people that believed in her. Upstart’s aplenty and a veritable legion of followers for the most Babyfaced of Factions. They believed, Mary reminded herself, she could believe too!!
“The following contest will be for One Fall,” the Announcer continued, “and a thirty-minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Nottingham, England and standing in tonight at five-foot total and one hundred adorable pounds, the Mightiest of Mice, MARY! SINCLAIR!!”
ME!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DhtJo1leaFE
As her soundtrack emerged from the loud speakers, the Little Redhead was propelled forwards by history!!
MARY SINCLAIR
Mary Sinclair burst out onto the stage as the lights lit up, bathing the Whirlwind Wonder in glorious illumination, the apple cheeked darling flashing the most of bashful grins to be found this side of wrestling. The FAWNatics welcomed her with gusto as she performed the most impromptu of curtsies before setting off down the ramp at a sprint, all five feet and one hundred pounds of her delectably, miniature mass making a B-Line for the squared circle as the support of the faithful followed her every rapid stride of the way. She dove beneath the bottom rope and slid across the canvas before pivoting back up onto her feet with a flourish!!
With a hop in her step, the Li’lest Sinclair toured all four corners of the squared circle, waving to everyone in the arena and trying to pick out as many people as she could. When she came back to start, Mary altered her direction, bringing herself to a stop at centre ring and, with the crowd serenading her with applause, her apple cheeks flushed the brightest of endearing crimson, the young woman standing with her arms folded behind her back and, on an impulse, she performed the cutest of curtsies.
Biting her bottom lip, and deciding she had drawn enough attention to herself, Sinclair back peddled her way to the furthest corner, making plenty of room for her adversary to appear.
“And her opponent,” The Announcer declared, “hailing from San Diego, California and coming in tonight at five foot two inches tall and one hundred twelve pounds, the Bytch of the Beach, DANA! DUNBAR!!”
CRUSH ‘EM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lbI8aGagJC4
Shortly thereafter, a fireplug blonde pushes through the curtain and, as smoke bellows out around her and pyro goes off at random spots on the stage, the crowd recognizes this woman as a member of the Dangerous Dunbar Dynasty. Dana’s scowl might as well have been chiselled onto her face, the blonde sneering at the FAWNatics and glares at the fan holding a sign that reads, “SINCLAIR > DUNBAR”.
DANA DUNBAR
Dana is clad in a silver-grey halter top with black booty shorts, black wrist tape and black knee pads that have leg sleeves running down to black boots.
Dana doesn’t reach for any of the hands that extend her way. She even weaves her way to the squared circle so as to avoid letting any of House Shows lumpy freaks touch her. Unlike her older sister Donna, Dana is quiet as she heads to the steps and climbs onto the ring apron. The blonde sneers at the crowd for a moment before slipping into the ring. As soon as she is inside the ropes, Dunbar charges across the ring, hits the far ropes and bounds back. Dana completes two circuits, then stops dead centre and raises her fists to the rafters. Her music still playing as she points over to the young girl in the ring with her and mouths, “CRUSH ‘EM!”
Finally cracking a smile as the boos rain down, Dana backs into her corner and lets the ref check her pads, having nothing to hide. The youngest Dunbar hasn’t had the best record since launching from Developmental, but she’s always entertains and her tactics had previously proven to be especially successful against her opponent tonight. From across the squared circle, she caught Mary’s eye and, in that flash of recognition, the Family Feud between two of FAWN’s biggest Houses was about to be renewed.
Dana grinned wickedly before suddenly shoving out from her corner, marching across the canvas with a singular intent. Somewhat caught off guard by the sudden movement, Mary felt oddly compelled to match pace, pushing outwards from her corner also and, with a slightly more hurried pace in her step, she met the youngest Dunbar at centre ring.
They stared down a for few moments, Mary holding her nerve before, suddenly, Dunbar wrapped both of her arms around the back of Sinclair’s cherry topped noggin and YANKED her face first into the blondes more than bountiful cleavage. The ‘YEEP!’ of surprise from the Mightiest of Mice was drowned out and muffled by the cosy folds of Dana’s ample boobs, Sinclair’s features stuffed in tight into the deep crevasse.
The FAWNatics called fowl, and Dana paid zero heed, riding out Mary’s futile struggles in her grasp as the Li’lest Sinclair pushed back on her hips and even threw a blind punch into the blondes’ side. It was all for nought, Dunbar not letting go now unless she chose to.
“Did you miss these?” Dana grinned, asking rhetorically and a bully to her core. She wiggled her torso, driving her foes apple cheeks in even deeper, feeling the girls protests hum against the inside of their breasts. “They missed you! Yes, they did!”
Having far too much fun, Dunbar risked breaking her own smoother, pulling Mary’s head back from her infamous wrack to take a good look at the little redhead’s cherub features. With the girl looking a little woozy, her apple cheeks almost as crimson as her curls, the Upstart Wonder was gasping for air now that she was free. Not that it did her much good, Dana puppeteering her blindsided rival’s head back and forth to mimic nodding.
“Yes, Dana” Dunbar squeaked out through the side of her mouth, speaking for her flushed opponent. “I did miss them; all other boobs are flat by comparison!!” Dana switched back to her own voice, enjoying having complete control of the narrative, “Aww, you’re too kind. Correct, but too ki…”
Dunbar’s mouth suddenly shot open wide as, too late, she realised that she’d taken too many liberates, Mary’s Babyfaced dander spiking as she STOMPED!! on Dana’s foot!! Dana wailed, short and sharp, cursing a furious blue streak as she hopped around in a small circle after involuntarily shoving Sinclair away, sending the little redhead into a stumble.
When Dunbar returned to where she started…
…Mary was waiting, the Mightiest of Mice hopping into the air, taking her turn to grasp the back of her opponents unsuspecting noggin and, whilst in flight, kicked out both of her legs in front of her. With gravity taking hold, Sinclair lead the way back down to earth via her delectable booty, whilst Dana was forced to whip forwards, her previously smug expression being DRIVEN!! face first into the mat via a Sit Out Facebuster!!
MOUSE BOUNCE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KUdSDUFzkVI
From the recoil alone, Dunbar shot right back up to her knees, momentarily cross eyed after being introduced to the plywood. She toppled over onto her side a moment later, and Mary didn’t miss a beat, throwing herself atop of the blonde and hooking both of her legs, setting her foe up for a Pinfall.
...
The Official cleared his throat, “Mary.”
The Li’lest Sinclair looked up, visibly confused.
“Match hasn’t started yet,” the Official pointed out, much to the disappointment of the FAWNatics.
“It hasn’t?” Mary blinked.
“No,” the man in black and white confirmed. “It hasn’t.”
Looking distinctly sheepish, the Upstart Wonder rolled off her perch, her cheeks returning to a deep shade of crimson as she got up. Dana was coming to, swatting angrily at the air as she blinked rapidly, the blonde soon rising also.
“Sorry,” Mary apologised, hands behind her back.
Dunbar did not possess the same level of contrition…
Sat as she was on the canvas, Mary could finally concede that, after ten minutes of outpacing her rival, Dana finally had her grounded. She could barely still breath, the Mightiest Mouse, the petite redhead feeling dizzy as she remained penitent, brought down to earth by her stronger opponent and sitting with her athletic stems spread out in a wide V. Dunbar was wedged up close behind her, braced on one knee and leant flat against the redheads back, breathing heavily into the smaller girl’s ear in rhythm with each of her firm, methodical constrictions, Dana’s arms wrapped tightly about Sinclair’s slim midriff, hands balled up into fists against her toned tummy.
The Bytch of the Beach flexed, pulsing her strong biceps, driving yet another inch of air from Mary’s flagging, young body, the bashful warrior’s noggin bobbing on her slim shoulders as she released a fresh groan. Each of her moans were now quieter than the last, her power to resist failing, her pretty peepers quivering to half lidded.
“That’s it, Sinclair,” Dunbar grunted, her grin wide as she bore down harder, adjusting her grip to tighten the noose with a sharp pulse. She jolted in response, a heady groooooooan emerging from her bosom, thighs quivering as her head curled backwards with a jerk, her noggin coming to rest on Dana’s rigid shoulder and feeling her opponents deep, possessive breaths bathe the small of her curled neck. “You’re a slippery one, to be sure, but I’ve got you now!”
“N… no…,” Mary protested at a whisper, scrunching up her button nose before puffing out her rosy apple cheeks, the Li’lest Sinclair hiking her pert bosom in one, last burst of effort before twisting herself to the side suddenly. Dunbar retained her embrace, but the sudden, unexpected movement forced her to readjust, Sinclair able to slap both of her palms down onto the canvas. “N…not…not yours…”
The Upstart Nationals in the crowd began clapping, bringing their hands together in a steady, enthusiastic rhythm as the Whirlwind Wonder began draaaaaaging herself across the canvas, inch by exhausting inch with all one hundred and twelve pounds of Beach Bytch straddled to her back. Dana was still determined to squeeze the remaining life out of Mary and, if anything, was now bearing down on her constriction all the more, Sinclair’s arms trembling with her every advance.
With one last, surge of effort, Mary streeeeeeeetched for all it was worth, apple cheeks glowing a vital lustre, the bottom rope, and salivation, just a whisper away from her fingertips, the roof of the arena threatening to blow off from the intensity of the crowd’s support…
…until Mary released a startled yelp, bodily powered back up to vertical as Dana switched gears on a dime, the bigger young woman retaining her grip and yet rapidly pushing herself up to standing, carrying the lithe Sinclair with her as though she weighed nothing. Yanked away from the ropes before she could secure safety, the Li’lest Sinclair struggled to regain her equilibrium, groaning in disappointment before her eyes popped open wide in further surprise. Dunbar suddenly WHIPPED her petite mass up and over through the air in a swift motion, Dana curling backwards in a sweet arch to PLANT Mary into the canvas across her neck and shoulders, executing the Deadlift German Suplex with aplomb.
DEADLIFT GERMAN SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqC1XncQxkk
Sinclair released a sharp, hollow GRUNT as her diminutive yet athletic stems kicked up sharply into the air before falling limp. As much as she wanted to puddle over onto her side, Dunbar wouldn’t allow her, bridging her own, miniature mass into a sweet arch to keep the petite Mary curled up in a ball, her slim shoulders thrust down against the mat and her taunt, pert booty pointed skywards towards the rafters, vigilant photographers making certain to capture the moment.
The Official dropped to the canvas, counting…
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE…
Mary powered out, releasing a familiar, Sinclair cry of defiance, flopping over onto her side with deep, greedy breaths.
Mary was on her last legs which was, apparently, when any member of the Upstart Nation, FAWN’s most Babyfaced of Faction, was at their most dangerous!!
Dana, wedged deep into one corner, was still trying to figure out what had gone wrong when Sinclair came back at her at a sprint, the Mightiest of Mice gauging the distance and leaping the last handful of yards. With a shout, she shot through the air and, with Dunbars peepers beginning to regain clarity, Sinclair WHACKED her in the forehead with a sweet little Flying Knee!
With her noggin rocking back on her shoulders, Dana released a loud grunt as the WHACK of a hard-joint connecting with her noggin echoed around the arena. Dunbar slumped, coming down to sit on the middle turnbuckle, her thoughts all a jumble as Mary dismounted and back peddled a half step.
She didn’t go far, the little redhead aflush with adrenaline, exhaling deep breaths as she was burning through her reserves, snagging Dana by her wrist and tugging her back out into the ring. Being unintentionally helpful, Dunbar stumbled on her way, swaying this way and that but not quite falling over.
Mary didn’t mind, she actually preferred that, claiming the vacating corner for her own as she climbed the first turnbuckle, followed by the second and, after a moment’s thought, she ascended right up to the top. The FAWNatics cheered her on, the Li’lest Sinclair turning herself about on the rings highest point, lining up her punch-drunk opponent before steadying her nerves.
Before she could change her mind, Mary took to the skies, cutting a cute little silhouette as she…
…was caught clean out of the sky!!
Coming to at just the right moment, Dunbar transformed Sinclair’s impending success into a heart-breaking tragedy, securing the little redhead across her shoulders in a stalling, sitting position, grasping her thighs tight to stop her from slipping free. In a flash, Dana dropped herself down to sitting whilst THROWING Mary earthwards, PLANTING her onto the deck across her back and shoulders on the wrong end of a Powerbomb!!
SIT OUT POWERBOMB
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yCGtMuY1ugQ
As the barely yielding plywood flexed beneath her, Mary bounced a good few inches off the canvas before settling to a stop, puddled between Dunbar’s open legs and gazing upwards at the ceiling. She was fit to be tied, and the glazed expression in her eyes was practically begging for Dana to commit to a pinfall, but the Bytch of the Beach had other ideas entirely.
Leaning forwards just enough to snag both of Sinclair’s pliant wrists, the blonde hoisted the shellshocked redhead off the deck until the starry-eyed young woman was practically sat on Dunbar’s lap. Exchanging her grip to circle around the back of Mary’s head, Dana surprised no-one when, with a smug smile of satisfaction, she STUFFED her rival’s noggin forwards and buried Sinclair’s apple cheeks DEEP into the folds of her bountiful bosom.
This time, there was no resistance, Sinclair now sitting limp as she was smothered by the impressively robust breasts, sinking deeper into the crevice as slumber beckoned. “That’s it,” Dana prompted, tightening her grip about her foe’s noggin, feeling the other girl’s whole body slacken with each stolen breath, “nap time.”
Suddenly, Mary’s slim shoulders stiffened, and then the Upstart Wonder spasmed slightly once, twice, thrice, before a tremor ran down her spine and she slackened, every inch of her slipping into oblivion. The Official dropped down to one knee to check on her, but everyone already knew the outcome.
He raised Mary’s limp arm to let it drop…
ONCE!
TWICE!!
THRISE!!!
And then he called for the bell, confirming that Dana was the winner!!
Dana’s grin could not have been wider, and as she rocked her still ensnared rival back and forth, she stared straight down the Hard Camera.
“COUNT IT!!” she shouted to everyone watching at home. “THAT’S SINCLAIR’S: 4, DUNBAR’S: 5!!” she declared, pooling together all of the results of all of the one on one matches fought in their family spanning feud. She rocked the captive Mary a little more, revelling in having caught her in her clutches, kissing the top of the girl’s head possessively.
“SO, SUCK IT, BYTCHES!”
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” she heard the Announcer call from the opposite side of the curtains, his voice muffled by the distance. Her heart skipped a beat, her nerves ran rampant and, closing her eyes, she thought of all the people that believed in her. Upstart’s aplenty and a veritable legion of followers for the most Babyfaced of Factions. They believed, Mary reminded herself, she could believe too!!
“The following contest will be for One Fall,” the Announcer continued, “and a thirty-minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Nottingham, England and standing in tonight at five-foot total and one hundred adorable pounds, the Mightiest of Mice, MARY! SINCLAIR!!”
ME!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DhtJo1leaFE
As her soundtrack emerged from the loud speakers, the Little Redhead was propelled forwards by history!!
MARY SINCLAIR
Mary Sinclair burst out onto the stage as the lights lit up, bathing the Whirlwind Wonder in glorious illumination, the apple cheeked darling flashing the most of bashful grins to be found this side of wrestling. The FAWNatics welcomed her with gusto as she performed the most impromptu of curtsies before setting off down the ramp at a sprint, all five feet and one hundred pounds of her delectably, miniature mass making a B-Line for the squared circle as the support of the faithful followed her every rapid stride of the way. She dove beneath the bottom rope and slid across the canvas before pivoting back up onto her feet with a flourish!!
With a hop in her step, the Li’lest Sinclair toured all four corners of the squared circle, waving to everyone in the arena and trying to pick out as many people as she could. When she came back to start, Mary altered her direction, bringing herself to a stop at centre ring and, with the crowd serenading her with applause, her apple cheeks flushed the brightest of endearing crimson, the young woman standing with her arms folded behind her back and, on an impulse, she performed the cutest of curtsies.
Biting her bottom lip, and deciding she had drawn enough attention to herself, Sinclair back peddled her way to the furthest corner, making plenty of room for her adversary to appear.
“And her opponent,” The Announcer declared, “hailing from San Diego, California and coming in tonight at five foot two inches tall and one hundred twelve pounds, the Bytch of the Beach, DANA! DUNBAR!!”
CRUSH ‘EM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lbI8aGagJC4
Shortly thereafter, a fireplug blonde pushes through the curtain and, as smoke bellows out around her and pyro goes off at random spots on the stage, the crowd recognizes this woman as a member of the Dangerous Dunbar Dynasty. Dana’s scowl might as well have been chiselled onto her face, the blonde sneering at the FAWNatics and glares at the fan holding a sign that reads, “SINCLAIR > DUNBAR”.
DANA DUNBAR
Dana is clad in a silver-grey halter top with black booty shorts, black wrist tape and black knee pads that have leg sleeves running down to black boots.
Dana doesn’t reach for any of the hands that extend her way. She even weaves her way to the squared circle so as to avoid letting any of House Shows lumpy freaks touch her. Unlike her older sister Donna, Dana is quiet as she heads to the steps and climbs onto the ring apron. The blonde sneers at the crowd for a moment before slipping into the ring. As soon as she is inside the ropes, Dunbar charges across the ring, hits the far ropes and bounds back. Dana completes two circuits, then stops dead centre and raises her fists to the rafters. Her music still playing as she points over to the young girl in the ring with her and mouths, “CRUSH ‘EM!”
Finally cracking a smile as the boos rain down, Dana backs into her corner and lets the ref check her pads, having nothing to hide. The youngest Dunbar hasn’t had the best record since launching from Developmental, but she’s always entertains and her tactics had previously proven to be especially successful against her opponent tonight. From across the squared circle, she caught Mary’s eye and, in that flash of recognition, the Family Feud between two of FAWN’s biggest Houses was about to be renewed.
Dana grinned wickedly before suddenly shoving out from her corner, marching across the canvas with a singular intent. Somewhat caught off guard by the sudden movement, Mary felt oddly compelled to match pace, pushing outwards from her corner also and, with a slightly more hurried pace in her step, she met the youngest Dunbar at centre ring.
They stared down a for few moments, Mary holding her nerve before, suddenly, Dunbar wrapped both of her arms around the back of Sinclair’s cherry topped noggin and YANKED her face first into the blondes more than bountiful cleavage. The ‘YEEP!’ of surprise from the Mightiest of Mice was drowned out and muffled by the cosy folds of Dana’s ample boobs, Sinclair’s features stuffed in tight into the deep crevasse.
The FAWNatics called fowl, and Dana paid zero heed, riding out Mary’s futile struggles in her grasp as the Li’lest Sinclair pushed back on her hips and even threw a blind punch into the blondes’ side. It was all for nought, Dunbar not letting go now unless she chose to.
“Did you miss these?” Dana grinned, asking rhetorically and a bully to her core. She wiggled her torso, driving her foes apple cheeks in even deeper, feeling the girls protests hum against the inside of their breasts. “They missed you! Yes, they did!”
Having far too much fun, Dunbar risked breaking her own smoother, pulling Mary’s head back from her infamous wrack to take a good look at the little redhead’s cherub features. With the girl looking a little woozy, her apple cheeks almost as crimson as her curls, the Upstart Wonder was gasping for air now that she was free. Not that it did her much good, Dana puppeteering her blindsided rival’s head back and forth to mimic nodding.
“Yes, Dana” Dunbar squeaked out through the side of her mouth, speaking for her flushed opponent. “I did miss them; all other boobs are flat by comparison!!” Dana switched back to her own voice, enjoying having complete control of the narrative, “Aww, you’re too kind. Correct, but too ki…”
Dunbar’s mouth suddenly shot open wide as, too late, she realised that she’d taken too many liberates, Mary’s Babyfaced dander spiking as she STOMPED!! on Dana’s foot!! Dana wailed, short and sharp, cursing a furious blue streak as she hopped around in a small circle after involuntarily shoving Sinclair away, sending the little redhead into a stumble.
When Dunbar returned to where she started…
…Mary was waiting, the Mightiest of Mice hopping into the air, taking her turn to grasp the back of her opponents unsuspecting noggin and, whilst in flight, kicked out both of her legs in front of her. With gravity taking hold, Sinclair lead the way back down to earth via her delectable booty, whilst Dana was forced to whip forwards, her previously smug expression being DRIVEN!! face first into the mat via a Sit Out Facebuster!!
MOUSE BOUNCE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KUdSDUFzkVI
From the recoil alone, Dunbar shot right back up to her knees, momentarily cross eyed after being introduced to the plywood. She toppled over onto her side a moment later, and Mary didn’t miss a beat, throwing herself atop of the blonde and hooking both of her legs, setting her foe up for a Pinfall.
...
The Official cleared his throat, “Mary.”
The Li’lest Sinclair looked up, visibly confused.
“Match hasn’t started yet,” the Official pointed out, much to the disappointment of the FAWNatics.
“It hasn’t?” Mary blinked.
“No,” the man in black and white confirmed. “It hasn’t.”
Looking distinctly sheepish, the Upstart Wonder rolled off her perch, her cheeks returning to a deep shade of crimson as she got up. Dana was coming to, swatting angrily at the air as she blinked rapidly, the blonde soon rising also.
“Sorry,” Mary apologised, hands behind her back.
Dunbar did not possess the same level of contrition…
[[INTERMISSION]]
Sat as she was on the canvas, Mary could finally concede that, after ten minutes of outpacing her rival, Dana finally had her grounded. She could barely still breath, the Mightiest Mouse, the petite redhead feeling dizzy as she remained penitent, brought down to earth by her stronger opponent and sitting with her athletic stems spread out in a wide V. Dunbar was wedged up close behind her, braced on one knee and leant flat against the redheads back, breathing heavily into the smaller girl’s ear in rhythm with each of her firm, methodical constrictions, Dana’s arms wrapped tightly about Sinclair’s slim midriff, hands balled up into fists against her toned tummy.
The Bytch of the Beach flexed, pulsing her strong biceps, driving yet another inch of air from Mary’s flagging, young body, the bashful warrior’s noggin bobbing on her slim shoulders as she released a fresh groan. Each of her moans were now quieter than the last, her power to resist failing, her pretty peepers quivering to half lidded.
“That’s it, Sinclair,” Dunbar grunted, her grin wide as she bore down harder, adjusting her grip to tighten the noose with a sharp pulse. She jolted in response, a heady groooooooan emerging from her bosom, thighs quivering as her head curled backwards with a jerk, her noggin coming to rest on Dana’s rigid shoulder and feeling her opponents deep, possessive breaths bathe the small of her curled neck. “You’re a slippery one, to be sure, but I’ve got you now!”
“N… no…,” Mary protested at a whisper, scrunching up her button nose before puffing out her rosy apple cheeks, the Li’lest Sinclair hiking her pert bosom in one, last burst of effort before twisting herself to the side suddenly. Dunbar retained her embrace, but the sudden, unexpected movement forced her to readjust, Sinclair able to slap both of her palms down onto the canvas. “N…not…not yours…”
The Upstart Nationals in the crowd began clapping, bringing their hands together in a steady, enthusiastic rhythm as the Whirlwind Wonder began draaaaaaging herself across the canvas, inch by exhausting inch with all one hundred and twelve pounds of Beach Bytch straddled to her back. Dana was still determined to squeeze the remaining life out of Mary and, if anything, was now bearing down on her constriction all the more, Sinclair’s arms trembling with her every advance.
With one last, surge of effort, Mary streeeeeeeetched for all it was worth, apple cheeks glowing a vital lustre, the bottom rope, and salivation, just a whisper away from her fingertips, the roof of the arena threatening to blow off from the intensity of the crowd’s support…
…until Mary released a startled yelp, bodily powered back up to vertical as Dana switched gears on a dime, the bigger young woman retaining her grip and yet rapidly pushing herself up to standing, carrying the lithe Sinclair with her as though she weighed nothing. Yanked away from the ropes before she could secure safety, the Li’lest Sinclair struggled to regain her equilibrium, groaning in disappointment before her eyes popped open wide in further surprise. Dunbar suddenly WHIPPED her petite mass up and over through the air in a swift motion, Dana curling backwards in a sweet arch to PLANT Mary into the canvas across her neck and shoulders, executing the Deadlift German Suplex with aplomb.
DEADLIFT GERMAN SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqC1XncQxkk
Sinclair released a sharp, hollow GRUNT as her diminutive yet athletic stems kicked up sharply into the air before falling limp. As much as she wanted to puddle over onto her side, Dunbar wouldn’t allow her, bridging her own, miniature mass into a sweet arch to keep the petite Mary curled up in a ball, her slim shoulders thrust down against the mat and her taunt, pert booty pointed skywards towards the rafters, vigilant photographers making certain to capture the moment.
The Official dropped to the canvas, counting…
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE…
Mary powered out, releasing a familiar, Sinclair cry of defiance, flopping over onto her side with deep, greedy breaths.
[[INTERMISSION]]
Mary was on her last legs which was, apparently, when any member of the Upstart Nation, FAWN’s most Babyfaced of Faction, was at their most dangerous!!
Dana, wedged deep into one corner, was still trying to figure out what had gone wrong when Sinclair came back at her at a sprint, the Mightiest of Mice gauging the distance and leaping the last handful of yards. With a shout, she shot through the air and, with Dunbars peepers beginning to regain clarity, Sinclair WHACKED her in the forehead with a sweet little Flying Knee!
With her noggin rocking back on her shoulders, Dana released a loud grunt as the WHACK of a hard-joint connecting with her noggin echoed around the arena. Dunbar slumped, coming down to sit on the middle turnbuckle, her thoughts all a jumble as Mary dismounted and back peddled a half step.
She didn’t go far, the little redhead aflush with adrenaline, exhaling deep breaths as she was burning through her reserves, snagging Dana by her wrist and tugging her back out into the ring. Being unintentionally helpful, Dunbar stumbled on her way, swaying this way and that but not quite falling over.
Mary didn’t mind, she actually preferred that, claiming the vacating corner for her own as she climbed the first turnbuckle, followed by the second and, after a moment’s thought, she ascended right up to the top. The FAWNatics cheered her on, the Li’lest Sinclair turning herself about on the rings highest point, lining up her punch-drunk opponent before steadying her nerves.
Before she could change her mind, Mary took to the skies, cutting a cute little silhouette as she…
…was caught clean out of the sky!!
Coming to at just the right moment, Dunbar transformed Sinclair’s impending success into a heart-breaking tragedy, securing the little redhead across her shoulders in a stalling, sitting position, grasping her thighs tight to stop her from slipping free. In a flash, Dana dropped herself down to sitting whilst THROWING Mary earthwards, PLANTING her onto the deck across her back and shoulders on the wrong end of a Powerbomb!!
SIT OUT POWERBOMB
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yCGtMuY1ugQ
As the barely yielding plywood flexed beneath her, Mary bounced a good few inches off the canvas before settling to a stop, puddled between Dunbar’s open legs and gazing upwards at the ceiling. She was fit to be tied, and the glazed expression in her eyes was practically begging for Dana to commit to a pinfall, but the Bytch of the Beach had other ideas entirely.
Leaning forwards just enough to snag both of Sinclair’s pliant wrists, the blonde hoisted the shellshocked redhead off the deck until the starry-eyed young woman was practically sat on Dunbar’s lap. Exchanging her grip to circle around the back of Mary’s head, Dana surprised no-one when, with a smug smile of satisfaction, she STUFFED her rival’s noggin forwards and buried Sinclair’s apple cheeks DEEP into the folds of her bountiful bosom.
This time, there was no resistance, Sinclair now sitting limp as she was smothered by the impressively robust breasts, sinking deeper into the crevice as slumber beckoned. “That’s it,” Dana prompted, tightening her grip about her foe’s noggin, feeling the other girl’s whole body slacken with each stolen breath, “nap time.”
Suddenly, Mary’s slim shoulders stiffened, and then the Upstart Wonder spasmed slightly once, twice, thrice, before a tremor ran down her spine and she slackened, every inch of her slipping into oblivion. The Official dropped down to one knee to check on her, but everyone already knew the outcome.
He raised Mary’s limp arm to let it drop…
ONCE!
TWICE!!
THRISE!!!
And then he called for the bell, confirming that Dana was the winner!!
Dana’s grin could not have been wider, and as she rocked her still ensnared rival back and forth, she stared straight down the Hard Camera.
“COUNT IT!!” she shouted to everyone watching at home. “THAT’S SINCLAIR’S: 4, DUNBAR’S: 5!!” she declared, pooling together all of the results of all of the one on one matches fought in their family spanning feud. She rocked the captive Mary a little more, revelling in having caught her in her clutches, kissing the top of the girl’s head possessively.
“SO, SUCK IT, BYTCHES!”