Post by EmmaWoods007 on Aug 11, 2020 19:40:57 GMT
As the main event drew closer, the FAWNatics waited with baited breath, not quite certain what to expect. After a two-month absence from the U S of A, touring far and wide, the EuroAsia Champion was returning to American soil, on the road to defending her newly won Title for the first time in the States.
Silence reigned, trepidation amongst the ranks high until…
BAD THINGS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hKzwSsxkpTA
…began blaring from the loud speakers, and a curvy brunette emerged from behind the curtains when she was good and ready, strolling out into view and coming to a full stop at centre stage. In one hand, Lady Lydia Lethbridge brandished an elegantly crafted, gleaming, ebony cane, one tipped with a beautifully sculptured, silver forged wolfs head, glowering as though it had picked up the scent of blood. She planted it in the ground before her, clasping it imperiously with both palms, tipping up her chin up just so as she looked to the left with faint disregard, before offering the right the very same disdain, her dark, covetous eyes ultimately coming to a rest on the ring before her.
LADY LYDIA LETHBRIDGE
Standing in at five foot two and one hundred seventeen pounds, she flashed a grin of ill intent, one filled to overflowing with smug satisfaction as, from places best left unknown, she procured a microphone. Remaining on the stage, she brought the stick up to her lips, her big, possessive eyes filled with vindication and delight.
“Halfwits and Simpletons,” she began, enduring the cascade of boos being rained down upon her as she flashed a near feral grin just barely masked by the barest veil of civility. “REJOICE!! For while you were blind and disbelievers, all that I have promised has come to pass. Your false royalty has fallen, and now here stands your NEW, TRUE, EUROASIA CHAMPION!!. My calculated killer, YOUR Gaelic goddess!! CLEONA! FLYNN!!”
KILLER INSIDE OF ME
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-ykAnJRPiw
…emerged from the sound system and, all too soon, the Celtic Constrictor arrived on the stage.
CLEONA FLYNN
She didn’t pause as she made her presence known. Standing in at five foot six and one hundred fifty-two pounds, the Redheaded Reaper cut an imposing silhouette as she marched down the ramp, not batting an eyelid as she passed her Ladyship on the stage and sought the most direct route possible to the squared circle. There was no ceremony in her stride as she zeroed in on her objective, stalwart and unflinching in the face of her amassed accolades, Cleona declaring neither fanfare nor boasts, regardless of the ten pounds of glorious, coveted strap she now carried slung over one shoulder. The EuroAsia Gold that she had beaten from the grasp of the beloved People’s Princess, Samantha Sinclair.
Lydia fell into step a few paces behind her hired help, setting off down the ramp at a stately pace. As she sauntered towards the squared circle, she thrust the head of her cane in the direction of those in the crowd that especially displeased her. There was no shortage of candidates, the FAWNatics not shy in showering her with scorn, and she marked out each and every one to be disciplined later.
With only a few yards separating Flynn from the ring, Cleona picked up the pace, the Scottish Sociopath leaping up onto the apron and, as if she were not one of the stars of the evening, she sat down on the middle rope and lifted the top, waiting patiently for Lethbridge to join her.
Unhurried, Lydia ascended the steel steps, the Princess of Privilege ducking neatly through the hole provided by her ‘firm right hand’, displaying not even a hint of appreciation before she sauntered towards centre ring, imperiously planting her ebony cane into the canvas before her. She smirked, wicked to the core.
Flynn followed her in a moment later, the Redheaded Reaper seemingly in no further hurry, exhaling deeply before rolling her shoulders, shrugging off her leather jacket with the words ‘GET WRECKED’ stencilled across the back and, in turn, removing the EuroAsia Title from her shoulder before handing it to her Ladyship.
As if by second nature, Lydia accepted the gold from Cleona’s possession without batting a single eyelid, placing it over her own shoulder as if she were truly the one to possess it, grinning towards the hard camera as though she had just devoured something especially delicious.
In contrast Cleona looked, if anything, faintly bored about the whole affair, far from being a young woman who now stood shoulder to shoulder at the pinnacle of the federation. Her eyes were only for the curtains, idly waiting for her challenger for the night to arrive.
Moments later…
This Is It
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zI60IzAPQkM
…emerged from the sound system!
For a solid twenty-five seconds or so, no-body appeared on stage, the familiar and upbeat intro filling the arena with pep aplenty and yet, when no-one materialised, no small amount of trepidation began to ripple around the arena.
Even her Ladyship inside the squared circle, looking coyly condescending, was about to suggest that perhaps Flynn’s would be opponent had lost her nerve.
That was until…
“GO!!”
…burst out over the loud speakers, beginning the songs chorus and accompanied by the sudden and rapid appearance of one, Valerie Rae! The Indy Sweetheart was all a fluster as she leapt out onto the stage, her smile alight as her cheeks flushed with exertion, pumping one of her fists up onto the air in salute to the audience who welcomed her arrival with a hearty cheer.
VALARIE RAE
Rolling with the moment, Valarie embraced the butterflies in her tummy, flashing her most winning smile as she dashed on over to the right side of the stage in time to greet the second…
“GO!”
…with a repeat of her fist pumping salute. The FAWNatics enjoyed it so much, she turned about face and dashed on over to the left side of the stage, accompanying the third…
“GO!”
…with an equally enthusiastic skylight thrust of her paw.
With an endearing (and somewhat dorky) skip in her step, the blonde returned to centre stage as she found herself standing before one of the largest crowds of her career, and lifted her hands up high. She brought them down in unison with the fourth…
“GO!”
…to blast forth from the sound system, launching herself down the ramp with a light-footed stride, the five foot four, one-hundred and twenty-five-pound Kansas native reaching out to slap more than a few outstretched palms in welcome.
Just as she was about to reach the squared circle, she took a sharp turn right ways, skimming the barricades as though she were looking for someone in particular. Her eyes lighting up with mischief, the pocket blonde spotted her intended target, a young man sporting one of her ‘Hug Nation’ T-Shirts.
Before the spectator could acknowledge his impending fortune, Valerie reached over the barricades and embraced her fanboy in a hearty hug, waiting just long enough for him to return it before she pulled back with a smirk. She plucked off her beanie hat and pulled it down over his head as a parting souvenir before she turned about heel and marched towards the waiting ring.
She slid beneath the bottom rope to enter the squared circle before popping back up onto her feet, whipping both of her hands up into the air for one final cheer before settling…
…Flynn CRACKED!! Valarie clean across the back of her head before the House Show Heroine could even begin turning.
Utterly without warning, and seemingly without visible malice, Cleona had stepped forwards from her position and pivoted rapidly on the spot, extending her right arm to SLAM her bicep across her opponents unprotected noggin long before anyone had even considered ringing the bell.
DISCUSS CLOTHESLINE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tmxb5Keq61I
The FAWNatics gasped, shellshocked by the sudden display of unprovoked violence even as Rae was going down, rocked off her feet and sent tumbling to the deck. Many protested, but no-one was listening, the Celtic Constrictor pacing past the rattled country girl with a distinct lack of interest, and apparently even less concern, looking the length of the groaning, Snug Princess like so much coincidental roadkill.
To her credit, it only took Valarie a handful of seconds to try and get back up, but those were seconds that she did not possess, not as Flynn reached down and grabbed her beneath her shoulders. The crowd continued to voice their displeasure as the Redheaded Reaper proceeded to dispassionately dismantle the Heartland Heartbreaker, the powerhouse hauling the smaller girl back up onto her feet before, with a display of might, near effortlessly muscled the blonde up and over to settle across her shoulders.
With her woozy and unwilling cargo strapped securely in place by way of Fireman’s Carry, Flynn reversed two steps towards centre ring before, with a disoriented Valarie groaning in her grasp, she THREW herself backwards towards the canvas, leading the way with Rae herself to catch the blindsided young woman between the proverbial rock and a hard place!!
CELTIC DROP: @0:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yjvMUv29Sqo
Valarie’s heady GRUNT!! was almost as audible as the WHAM!! of her five-foot four frame being compacted into the mat, the Good Girl of Grappling groaning as she puddled in a heap.
Cleona, in no hurry, sat back up after releasing her ambushed package, rolling the other girl over onto her front before pushing herself back up to standing. With no display of show boating, Flynn stepped forwards, leapt, extended out both of her legs and, to the mounting horror of the FAWNatics, DROPPED all one-hundred and fifty-two of her collective pounds down HARD across the back of Valarie’s shoulders and head!!
LAST DROP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kU3mD9XZwkc
Valarie’s heart-breaking cry was as short as it was sharp, a spasm running the length of her athletically conditioned frame before she puddled out flat on the deck, right foot twitching as some manner of synapse was misfiring.
Flynn didn’t care, the Gaelic Goddess releasing a deep sigh as she remained sitting upon the wreckage of another young woman, the EuroAsia Champion apparently feeling mildly put out by this entire endeavour.
Her benefactor, Lady Lydia Lethbridge on the other hand, could not have looked more pleased, even more so as the FAWNatics serenaded the squared circle with scorn. Still on the canvas herself, having never vacated the ring, she sauntered on over the dumbstruck Official and, with a single measured, fluid motion, swung her ebony cane up to place the tip just beneath the jaw of the man in black and white.
“Be a dear,” she set about enforcing her will, the flash of her grin showing just a few many teeth to be savoury, “and ring the bell. You might believe that doing so would be a mite unfair, but I implore you to consider that if you were to choose a, let’s say, more righteous course of action, I assure you our dear Ms. Rae here will not be leaving this arena under her own power.”
Faced with nothing but bad choices, the Official considered his limited options before, to his regret, he did call for the bell to ‘begin the match’.
The FAWNatics called fowl.
It didn’t matter.
Cleona, nonplussed either way, stood herself back up, nudged the blurry eyed Valarie onto her back, stepped forward, leapt, threw out both of her legs…
…and once again DROPPED near enough all one-hundred and fifty-two pounds of her awesome physique down on the poleaxed, House Show Heroine, this time, right atop her chest. Valarie GRUNTED and groaned and kicked up both of her own, powerful gams up into the air before they flopped out boneless on the mat.
The Official, eager to end the beating, dropped down to the canvas and began counting, perhaps a little faster than he ought to.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
Valarie was unresponsive, her eyes largely vacant as the bell chimed confirming her defeat, the Announcer making it official and crowing Cleona Flynn the victor.
As she was met by her Ladyship at centre ring, Cleona didn’t give Rae a second thought as she pushed herself back up to standing, rolling her shoulders and scarcely looking flustered. Lydia was still grinning, positively preening from head to toe.
“If I may,” Lethbridge addressed the crowd although she was truly speaking with the Locker Room, “allow this to be a warning. Let any who consider challenging my Kingdom, be they Sensational, Supergirl or… Princess,” she paused for a moment, her grin faltering, malice slipping through.
“Consider otherwise.”
Silence reigned, trepidation amongst the ranks high until…
BAD THINGS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hKzwSsxkpTA
…began blaring from the loud speakers, and a curvy brunette emerged from behind the curtains when she was good and ready, strolling out into view and coming to a full stop at centre stage. In one hand, Lady Lydia Lethbridge brandished an elegantly crafted, gleaming, ebony cane, one tipped with a beautifully sculptured, silver forged wolfs head, glowering as though it had picked up the scent of blood. She planted it in the ground before her, clasping it imperiously with both palms, tipping up her chin up just so as she looked to the left with faint disregard, before offering the right the very same disdain, her dark, covetous eyes ultimately coming to a rest on the ring before her.
LADY LYDIA LETHBRIDGE
Standing in at five foot two and one hundred seventeen pounds, she flashed a grin of ill intent, one filled to overflowing with smug satisfaction as, from places best left unknown, she procured a microphone. Remaining on the stage, she brought the stick up to her lips, her big, possessive eyes filled with vindication and delight.
“Halfwits and Simpletons,” she began, enduring the cascade of boos being rained down upon her as she flashed a near feral grin just barely masked by the barest veil of civility. “REJOICE!! For while you were blind and disbelievers, all that I have promised has come to pass. Your false royalty has fallen, and now here stands your NEW, TRUE, EUROASIA CHAMPION!!. My calculated killer, YOUR Gaelic goddess!! CLEONA! FLYNN!!”
KILLER INSIDE OF ME
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-ykAnJRPiw
…emerged from the sound system and, all too soon, the Celtic Constrictor arrived on the stage.
CLEONA FLYNN
She didn’t pause as she made her presence known. Standing in at five foot six and one hundred fifty-two pounds, the Redheaded Reaper cut an imposing silhouette as she marched down the ramp, not batting an eyelid as she passed her Ladyship on the stage and sought the most direct route possible to the squared circle. There was no ceremony in her stride as she zeroed in on her objective, stalwart and unflinching in the face of her amassed accolades, Cleona declaring neither fanfare nor boasts, regardless of the ten pounds of glorious, coveted strap she now carried slung over one shoulder. The EuroAsia Gold that she had beaten from the grasp of the beloved People’s Princess, Samantha Sinclair.
Lydia fell into step a few paces behind her hired help, setting off down the ramp at a stately pace. As she sauntered towards the squared circle, she thrust the head of her cane in the direction of those in the crowd that especially displeased her. There was no shortage of candidates, the FAWNatics not shy in showering her with scorn, and she marked out each and every one to be disciplined later.
With only a few yards separating Flynn from the ring, Cleona picked up the pace, the Scottish Sociopath leaping up onto the apron and, as if she were not one of the stars of the evening, she sat down on the middle rope and lifted the top, waiting patiently for Lethbridge to join her.
Unhurried, Lydia ascended the steel steps, the Princess of Privilege ducking neatly through the hole provided by her ‘firm right hand’, displaying not even a hint of appreciation before she sauntered towards centre ring, imperiously planting her ebony cane into the canvas before her. She smirked, wicked to the core.
Flynn followed her in a moment later, the Redheaded Reaper seemingly in no further hurry, exhaling deeply before rolling her shoulders, shrugging off her leather jacket with the words ‘GET WRECKED’ stencilled across the back and, in turn, removing the EuroAsia Title from her shoulder before handing it to her Ladyship.
As if by second nature, Lydia accepted the gold from Cleona’s possession without batting a single eyelid, placing it over her own shoulder as if she were truly the one to possess it, grinning towards the hard camera as though she had just devoured something especially delicious.
In contrast Cleona looked, if anything, faintly bored about the whole affair, far from being a young woman who now stood shoulder to shoulder at the pinnacle of the federation. Her eyes were only for the curtains, idly waiting for her challenger for the night to arrive.
Moments later…
This Is It
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zI60IzAPQkM
…emerged from the sound system!
For a solid twenty-five seconds or so, no-body appeared on stage, the familiar and upbeat intro filling the arena with pep aplenty and yet, when no-one materialised, no small amount of trepidation began to ripple around the arena.
Even her Ladyship inside the squared circle, looking coyly condescending, was about to suggest that perhaps Flynn’s would be opponent had lost her nerve.
That was until…
“GO!!”
…burst out over the loud speakers, beginning the songs chorus and accompanied by the sudden and rapid appearance of one, Valerie Rae! The Indy Sweetheart was all a fluster as she leapt out onto the stage, her smile alight as her cheeks flushed with exertion, pumping one of her fists up onto the air in salute to the audience who welcomed her arrival with a hearty cheer.
VALARIE RAE
Rolling with the moment, Valarie embraced the butterflies in her tummy, flashing her most winning smile as she dashed on over to the right side of the stage in time to greet the second…
“GO!”
…with a repeat of her fist pumping salute. The FAWNatics enjoyed it so much, she turned about face and dashed on over to the left side of the stage, accompanying the third…
“GO!”
…with an equally enthusiastic skylight thrust of her paw.
With an endearing (and somewhat dorky) skip in her step, the blonde returned to centre stage as she found herself standing before one of the largest crowds of her career, and lifted her hands up high. She brought them down in unison with the fourth…
“GO!”
…to blast forth from the sound system, launching herself down the ramp with a light-footed stride, the five foot four, one-hundred and twenty-five-pound Kansas native reaching out to slap more than a few outstretched palms in welcome.
Just as she was about to reach the squared circle, she took a sharp turn right ways, skimming the barricades as though she were looking for someone in particular. Her eyes lighting up with mischief, the pocket blonde spotted her intended target, a young man sporting one of her ‘Hug Nation’ T-Shirts.
Before the spectator could acknowledge his impending fortune, Valerie reached over the barricades and embraced her fanboy in a hearty hug, waiting just long enough for him to return it before she pulled back with a smirk. She plucked off her beanie hat and pulled it down over his head as a parting souvenir before she turned about heel and marched towards the waiting ring.
She slid beneath the bottom rope to enter the squared circle before popping back up onto her feet, whipping both of her hands up into the air for one final cheer before settling…
…Flynn CRACKED!! Valarie clean across the back of her head before the House Show Heroine could even begin turning.
Utterly without warning, and seemingly without visible malice, Cleona had stepped forwards from her position and pivoted rapidly on the spot, extending her right arm to SLAM her bicep across her opponents unprotected noggin long before anyone had even considered ringing the bell.
DISCUSS CLOTHESLINE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tmxb5Keq61I
The FAWNatics gasped, shellshocked by the sudden display of unprovoked violence even as Rae was going down, rocked off her feet and sent tumbling to the deck. Many protested, but no-one was listening, the Celtic Constrictor pacing past the rattled country girl with a distinct lack of interest, and apparently even less concern, looking the length of the groaning, Snug Princess like so much coincidental roadkill.
To her credit, it only took Valarie a handful of seconds to try and get back up, but those were seconds that she did not possess, not as Flynn reached down and grabbed her beneath her shoulders. The crowd continued to voice their displeasure as the Redheaded Reaper proceeded to dispassionately dismantle the Heartland Heartbreaker, the powerhouse hauling the smaller girl back up onto her feet before, with a display of might, near effortlessly muscled the blonde up and over to settle across her shoulders.
With her woozy and unwilling cargo strapped securely in place by way of Fireman’s Carry, Flynn reversed two steps towards centre ring before, with a disoriented Valarie groaning in her grasp, she THREW herself backwards towards the canvas, leading the way with Rae herself to catch the blindsided young woman between the proverbial rock and a hard place!!
CELTIC DROP: @0:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yjvMUv29Sqo
Valarie’s heady GRUNT!! was almost as audible as the WHAM!! of her five-foot four frame being compacted into the mat, the Good Girl of Grappling groaning as she puddled in a heap.
Cleona, in no hurry, sat back up after releasing her ambushed package, rolling the other girl over onto her front before pushing herself back up to standing. With no display of show boating, Flynn stepped forwards, leapt, extended out both of her legs and, to the mounting horror of the FAWNatics, DROPPED all one-hundred and fifty-two of her collective pounds down HARD across the back of Valarie’s shoulders and head!!
LAST DROP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kU3mD9XZwkc
Valarie’s heart-breaking cry was as short as it was sharp, a spasm running the length of her athletically conditioned frame before she puddled out flat on the deck, right foot twitching as some manner of synapse was misfiring.
Flynn didn’t care, the Gaelic Goddess releasing a deep sigh as she remained sitting upon the wreckage of another young woman, the EuroAsia Champion apparently feeling mildly put out by this entire endeavour.
Her benefactor, Lady Lydia Lethbridge on the other hand, could not have looked more pleased, even more so as the FAWNatics serenaded the squared circle with scorn. Still on the canvas herself, having never vacated the ring, she sauntered on over the dumbstruck Official and, with a single measured, fluid motion, swung her ebony cane up to place the tip just beneath the jaw of the man in black and white.
“Be a dear,” she set about enforcing her will, the flash of her grin showing just a few many teeth to be savoury, “and ring the bell. You might believe that doing so would be a mite unfair, but I implore you to consider that if you were to choose a, let’s say, more righteous course of action, I assure you our dear Ms. Rae here will not be leaving this arena under her own power.”
Faced with nothing but bad choices, the Official considered his limited options before, to his regret, he did call for the bell to ‘begin the match’.
The FAWNatics called fowl.
It didn’t matter.
Cleona, nonplussed either way, stood herself back up, nudged the blurry eyed Valarie onto her back, stepped forward, leapt, threw out both of her legs…
…and once again DROPPED near enough all one-hundred and fifty-two pounds of her awesome physique down on the poleaxed, House Show Heroine, this time, right atop her chest. Valarie GRUNTED and groaned and kicked up both of her own, powerful gams up into the air before they flopped out boneless on the mat.
The Official, eager to end the beating, dropped down to the canvas and began counting, perhaps a little faster than he ought to.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
Valarie was unresponsive, her eyes largely vacant as the bell chimed confirming her defeat, the Announcer making it official and crowing Cleona Flynn the victor.
As she was met by her Ladyship at centre ring, Cleona didn’t give Rae a second thought as she pushed herself back up to standing, rolling her shoulders and scarcely looking flustered. Lydia was still grinning, positively preening from head to toe.
“If I may,” Lethbridge addressed the crowd although she was truly speaking with the Locker Room, “allow this to be a warning. Let any who consider challenging my Kingdom, be they Sensational, Supergirl or… Princess,” she paused for a moment, her grin faltering, malice slipping through.
“Consider otherwise.”