Road to The PPV: Jaime London Vs. Alejandra Fernandez!!

Just as the show was about to officially go live, the crowd refused to be left waiting even a moment longer and, fortunately for all involved, the man with the microphone promised to provide. “Ladies and Gentlemen,” he began, commanding their attention. “The following contest will be for One Fall! Introducing first, hailing fro…

THESE STREETS
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…the sound system burst into life, unceremoniously cutting his introduction off and, quite literally, left him lost for words. All eyes turned to the curtains, the man in the ring completely forgotten as the duo of Daisy LeMay and Alejandra Fernandez emerged in tandem, the odd couple of wrestling deliberately pushing through the curtains early.

It was Alejandra who surged ahead, her path to the ring straight and narrow, her regard for the audience settling somewhere between little and none, every inch of her chiselled physique primed to unleash violence at a moment’s notice. Her five foot three and one hundred- and twenty-two-pound frame was wrapped tightly in one hundred percent leather, exposing a great deal of glistening, ebony skin, the muscle of Bad Reputation looking every inch the part as she stormed towards her objective.

Having fallen just short of securing her first Titles Gold the year previous, the Prototype was reportedly in a foul mood, flattening opposition on the House Show circuit with bullish intensity, desperate to re-solidify her credentials.

ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ






Daisy, for her own part, could not have looked more at odds with her erstwhile partner in crime, the cherry cheeked, bountiful blonde darting from left to right as she took a far less direct approach to the squared circle, sporting enough pink lace in her two-piece attire to fool the unwary. She cheered and clapped and waved as though she was being welcomed by the FAWNatics instead of rejected, skipping with a bounce in her step that would put many a Babyface to shame!

DAISY LEMAY




No longer conspicuous by her absence, as she had been at Alejandra’s last PPV outing, she sported a smile that was as sweet as could be, the seemingly delusional veteran apparently in a world of her own, moving to slap hands that were not extended and answering cheers that did not exist with hearty fist pumps. Standing in at five foot four and one-hundred and twelve pounds, she certainly looked the part of a beloved crowd favourite, but years of experience had taught the FAWNatics to be wary of her particular brand of peppiness.

It did not go unnoticed by the most observant FAWNatics that Alejandra paid the antics of the blonde even less notice than she would do ordinarily, almost barging past the preening, Cherry Cheeked Demon on her way to the squared circle. Fernandez ascended the steels steps and entered the squared circle without ceremony, vigorously pumping her arms to ‘reload her biceps’ and, perhaps sensing Alejandra’s impatience, Daisy abruptly cut short her own parade about the ring to quickly dive beneath the bottom ropes.

Fernandez eyes were only for the curtains, waiting for her opposition with focused intensity.

Meanwhile, LeMay skipped on over to the Announcer and took from him his stick. Shooing him away and throwing him a sharp look when he didn’t vacate the ring at her desired pace, Daisy brought the microphone to her lips and positively beamed at the audience, one hand on her hip as she looked as sweet as could be.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” she began, taking it upon herself to full fill the Announcers duties. “The following contest will be for One Fall! Introducing first, hailing fro…”

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…the sound system kicked in for a second time and, with Daisy fuming from being forced to eat some of her own medicine, the FAWNatics erupted into cheers as their eyes turned to the illuminated stage.

Bursting through the curtain like a pocket hurricane, Jaime London was greeted with a roar of approval from the FAWNatics, one that was worthy of summoning the Sensational Spinoff to even the biggest of show. The diminutive redheaded dynamo flashed her million-megawatt smile as she strode from one end of the stage to the other, all five foot two and one hundred and eighteen pounds of the gorgeous Manchester Native ready to explode into action, her enthusiasm infectious.

JAIME LONDON






The Upstart Sensation made her way down the aisle, slapping hands, her feet barely touching the floor; such was the energy with which the redhead approached the ring, as eager as ever to reach her destination. At a sprint she closed the final distance to the squared circle, vaulting up onto the apron at a bound and scaling the closest set of turnbuckles without missing a beat.

Facing out towards the crowd and perched upon the highest point in the ring, the Cherry Topped Wonder pumped both of her fists up into the air as the FAWNatics responded with fresh cheers, enrapt as she leapt suddenly into a flawless, backwards sault that brought her back down to earth with a bounce in her step and fire in her eye.

Without hesitation, she marched on over to LeMay and, before the Bountiful Blonde could voice her protest, Jaime WHIPPED her palm up to smack the bottom of Daisy’s stick, and POPPED the microphone clean up out of her grasp. Fluidly, London caught the microphone out of the air and retreated with a spin, smiling at the crowd with her arms outstretched, quite clearly enjoying getting one over on the Cherry Cheeked Demon.

“No, no,” Jaime cut Daisy off before she could voice a protest, holding up her finger to shush her. “Don’t say anything, no-body cares.”

The crowd cheered, siding with the petitely packaged Brit, much to LeMay’s mounting irritation.

“Already bored,” London continued to explain, “moving on to the next scene. Daisy, you’re not in this shot, so get out of my ring. Alejandra, you, me, middle of it, right now!”

Jaime tossed the mic away to a surprised stage hand, wasting no further verbiage, energetically hopping from one foot to the other before eagerly leaning forwards into a crouch, shaking her taunt booty for the benefit of the hard camera.

For just a moment, it seemed as though that LeMay wasn’t finished, but she could scarcely restrain a surprised meep from escaping her body as Fernandez grabbed her by the shoulder and shoved her aside, sending her stumbling away. Daisy opened her mouth to express her displeasure, when a glare from her partner stopped dead in her tracks. Swallowing her pride, LeMay shrugged as though it didn’t matter, and proceeded to vacate the squared circle without further hesitation.

“Trouble in paradise?” Jaime queried, obviously teasing, sour blood already stemming from a previous collision between The Sensationals and Bad Reputation.

Alejandra snorted, arriving at centre ring. Agitated already, she refused to be further baited.

“Work’s for me,” London nodded, “you’re much easier to tolerate when you shut up.”

With a glower, Fernandez began to circle the ring, her pace methodical and steady. Jaime, a smile on her lips, followed suit, her step significantly lighter as the distance between the two young women grew increasingly shorter. The moment the bell rang, both shot forwards, eager to lock up, Alejandra especially with her greater power, nubile bodies colliding with a smack of toned flesh.

It lasted scarcely a second, London seemingly unwilling to be tied down as she expertly slipped free, pivoting quickly and, before Fernandez could adjust, emerged on the bigger girl’s blindside and SHOVED her forwards.

With the push to her back sending her into a stumble, Alejandra came to a stop after several steps and silently bristled, deliberately inhaling a slow and deep breadth to prevent her all too familiar frustrations from taking over.

Jaime was, unsurprisingly, in a significantly brighter mood, her steps remaining light as she returned to a crouch, every inch of her athletic physique primed and ready to go. She smiled, motioning for Fernandez to try again, Alejandra rolling her neck before taking the invitation.

After a few moments of circling, the FAWNatics urging London on, the two once again darted forwards to re-engage…

…only for Jaime to slip free for a second time before Fernandez could lock her down, the Upstart Sensation a delightful blur of motion as she pivoted free and, this time, delivered a firm SWAT!! to the leather clad backside of the Prototype. This time, as she stumbled past, a snarl did form on the lips of Alejandra, the stronger of the two pacing away as the crowd lapped it up, revelling in her humiliation.

“That, was for when you cracked Sam over the back of her head with her own Title,” Jaime explained, her expression slightly more serious, the steel in her eyes confirming it. “Twice. Didn’t appreciate it. Don’t do it again.”

Fernandez, her brow twitching, rolled her shoulders slowly and settled back into a crouch, her eyes promising nothing but murder from here on out. London didn’t blink, fearless as she matched her opponents advance for the third time, the duo connecting at centre ring, both writhing for leverage and, as London moved to spiral free, Alejandra adjusted her own feet to finally lock the smaller women in place…

…or, at least, she would have done had Jaime not remained one step ahead, swiftly reversing course and pivoting in the opposite direction. In a flash, she was back on Alejandra’s blindside, slipping both of her arms up beneath her foes and slapping her palms together across the back of her neck. Full Nelson secured, the Cherry Topped Wonder didn’t even try to see if she could actually keep it locked in and, instead, inhaled deeply, braced her back and popped her knees, HAULING the slightly bigger woman up and over in a beautiful arch. All too quickly, ripped off her feet, the Mexican Mauler found herself out wrestled as her head and shoulders were PLANTED into the deck by way of a Snap Dragon Suplex!!

With a heavy GRUNT emerging from Alejandra’s stunned body, Jaime pushed herself up into a bridge, retaining her embrace in an attempt to secure a pin.

ONE!

Fernandez shoved out, showing plenty of life despite being force fed a great deal of humility in short order. She rolled away, arriving on her hands and knees and, with frustration boiling in her torso, it took the majority of her control to not slam her palms down on the canvas, well aware that London was, in comparison, back up onto her feet in a flash.

Outside the ring, Daisy was pacing back and forth alongside the apron, turning to the crowd and clapping enthusiastically, as if genuinely believing that she could whip up some support for her partner in crime. Beyond being mystified by the display, and a few others being hypnotised by the jiggle of her bosom, few actually took her up on her offer, and those that did were few and far between.

For someone who evidently possessed an abundance of excess energy, Jaime displayed a shocking amount of restraint, eagerly waiting for Fernandez to drag herself back up. “How are we doing, Alejandra?” she queried, bracing between one foot and the other, “feel like fourth times the charm? Something is defiantly wrong with your math there.”

Alejandra said nothing, rolling her wrists and rising, the slow intensity of breathing betraying her mounting, cold fury. London met her threatening display with a grin and, by unspoken agreement, the duo surged towards centre ring…

…where Jaime continued to display her athleticism, outright leapfrogging over the top of her rivals hunched posture. The moment her feet hit the ground, the Sensational Spinoff was sprinting, tearing a path towards the ring ropes before throwing herself into them. Rebounding off the rubber coated steel, she hurtled back towards Fernandez, who was only just starting to turn round…

…but she was still more than ready to finally RIP the momentum from London. Before Jaime could compensate, the Muscle of Bad Reputation anticipated her charge and caught her in a crossbody, slamming one arm up between the girl’s thighs and wrapping the other about her slim shoulders, WHIPPING her up and over through the air with a blistering, Scoop Powerslam!!

SCOOP POWERSLAM
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Swept off her feet and sent hurtling through the air, the Diminutive Dynamo was PLANTED into the canvas across her back and shoulders, the plywood flexing with a thud as she gasped out a heavy groan. After her stems kicked out in recoil, she lay out on the mat in a stunned heap as Alejandra pressed down atop her, collecting one of those coveted legs to roll London up in a pinfall.

ONE!

Jaime shoved up a shoulder, displaying plenty of life.

The Official expected some manner of protest, but for now he would receive none, Alejandra far too concerned with maintaining her control. Grabbing London by her head, she bullied the Brit back up to standing, hauling her to her feet and dragging her on over to the closest set of turnbuckles. Forcibly, Fernandez shoved her opponent, back first into the corner, a fierce knee lift to the smaller young woman’s exposed tummy wedging her in place, and a STIFF forearm to the girl’s pert bosom keeping her winded.

Jaime, trapped as she was, both grunted and groaned, one after the other in time with the heavy impacts, soundbites that were invaluable to those who collected them, her stems looking shakier now that she had been on the wrong end of some punishment. Alejandra grabbed her by the jaw, tilting her head back, forcing the Upstart Sensation to look up into her glowering expression.

“Nothing to say now?” she asked, her tone laced with low menace, tightening her grip to make her point, “No witty observation?”

London opened her lips to reply, but Fernandez possessed no interest in hearing a rebuttal, instead grabbing Jaime by her wrist and, with a heave, dragging her into a renewed sprint by way of an Irish Whip. Involuntarily, the Cherry Topped Wonder dashed across the canvas towards the opposite corner and, at the last moment, she turned herself about, SLAMMING against the turnbuckles across her shoulders. She released a loud groan as the small of her back spasmed, the young woman slumping to a seat on the middle cushion as her arms draped idly over the top rope.

Alejandra arrived a moment later, ducking low as she THREW herself forwards, SLAMMING her shoulder deep into the exposed, trim tummy of her rival, almost impaling her with the spear. With no-where to fall back to, Jaime was instead RAMMED even further into her corner, her feet leaving the mat as they kicked up into the air before flopping back down to the canvas, her whole-body quivering as she moaned heavily.

Fernandez pulled back, but only long enough to grab the middle ropes to either side of her foe’s hips, bracing her powerful posture before DRIVING herself back in, SLAMMING her shoulder home for a second time and further punishing the Cherry Topped Wonder’s already pummelled midriff. Relentless, the Prototype followed up with a third, continuing to knock the wind clean out of London’s petite body, grunts spilling forth from the Brit as her head bobbed back and forth on her slim shoulders.

Alejandra managed to drive home a fourth such impaling impact before the Official was able to move in, insisting that Fernandez break off the assault. Fernandez did so with enough visible reluctance that, as she retreated, the man in black and white gave her the entirety of his attention, turning his back on the ailing, little red head behind him.

Scenting opportunity, Daisy bounded up onto the apron, the FAWNatics immediately calling fowl as she zeroed in on the corner. With viperous speed, the bountiful blonde wrapped her left arm about Jaime’s throat from behind, catching her victim unawares as she raised her free arm up high, and proceeded to rain down a parade of stiff forearms to the girl’s exposed bosom.

Trapped as she was, London stiffened as best she could, but there was little more she could do other than endure the surprise assault, her petite body bombarded by the clubbing blows. She grunted and groaned and shivered, short, pained gasps escaping from her body as she was wrenched up onto her tip toes, her posture soon slackening as she grew increasingly overwhelmed.

LeMay managed to unleash close a dozen of the firm strikes before sensing that her time was up, releasing her rival and dropping back down off the apron before the Official turned around.

Jaime slumped in the corner, thighs quivering and clearly winded, struggling to inhale as the man in black and white moved forwards to check on her…

…but it was Fernandez who arrived first, unrepentant as she charged past the Zebra and, with a shout, FLATTENED her slightly smaller opponent beneath a domineering Avalanche Splash!! With the entirety of her opponent’s weight crushing her against the turnbuckles, London was rocked back on her heels, the Sensational Spinoff exhaling deeply as her knees threatened to give out, a long and heavy groooooooan sliding from her throat.

Backing up half a pace, the Mexican Mauler palmed the back of Jaime’s neck and both dragged and shoved her out of the corner, the petitely packaged redhead stumbling forwards before collapsing to the deck. Rolling over onto her back, she remained there without showing a great deal of interest in moving, inhaling deeply as she struggled to recover.

Satisfied with where London had landed, Alejandra turned her back on the corner and, after bracing her arms on the top ropes, pulled herself up to standing on the second turnbuckle. She briefly considered climbing all the way to the top, if only to further solidify her upcoming statement, but given her inexperience at such altitudes, she decided against it. Instead, she took to the air after leaping from her perch, never the less achieving impressive height before she sat out in mid-flight, bringing her right stem down like a guillotine on the head and shoulders of the stunned London!!

Nailed with a (Sensational?) Legdrop, London’s athletic stems kicked up into air as though she really had been beheaded, a heavy GRUNT immediately preceding her puddling moments later after being struck by a variation of her own, beloved Aunts famed offence. Fernandez wasted zero time in taking advantage her floored opponent, the crowd baying for her blood following the unnecessary Finisher Infringement, straddling Jaime’s submissive thighs beneath her hips and pressing both of her palms down hard on the other girl’s shoulders.

ONE!

TWO!!

London kicked free, SHOVING Alejandra off her with a defiant shout, one that welled up from somewhere deep in her torso and rang out across the arena, the FAWNatics displaying their relief whilst Daisy, outside the ring, unleashed a torrent of (less than pleasant) protests.

Alejandra rolled over onto her knees, her inhales as slow as they were deep, cracking her neck first to the left and then the right as she got right back down to business.

By the time Fernandez returned to the Pocket Hurricane, the little Brit was gamely pushing her way back up onto her hands and knees, apple cheeks puffed out in determination as she fought to find a way up to vertical. Alejandra was in no rush, measuring her target as she towered over her, bringing her right arm up for a ‘flex’ before she dropped sharply to her side, NAILING the base of Jaime’s neck with a wicked elbow drop!!

A sharp ‘erk!” emerged from London’s stunned lips as she was flattened back down against the canvas, her world spinning as she lay flat on her front. Some part of her subconscious attempted to carry on, pushing herself back up slightly before her biceps gave out and she slumped with a grunt.

Fernandez, still beside her, got up to her knees and pressed one of her palms down hard between the other girls’ shoulders blades, and the other down on the little redhead firm buttocks, helping herself to a squeeze of one of those coveted glutes for her troubles. So braced, the Prototype inhaled a deep breath before releasing a loud GRUNT of her own, this one of exertion as she tensed the steel corded muscle of her right leg before she
RAMMED the bony joint of her knee home!!

Jaime, unprepared for the stiff impact, recoiled with a sharp spasm running the length of her perfectly petite body, a moan pushed out from between her parted lips as she quivered. She continued to do so several more times in quick succession as Fernandez enjoyed the sounds that she was making, the Muscle of Bad Reputation JAMMING her knee into her side over and over again, both keeping her grounded and breaking down her resolve at the same time. After reaching a full dozen of rapid impacts, Alejandra SLAMMED her knee home and, with cold intent, kept it wedged DEEP in London’s tenderised ribcage, forcing a pained and prolonged groooooooan from her victims’ body.

“I’m bigger than you,” Alejandra explained with authority as she pulled back, “I’m stronger than you.” Exchanging her grip, Fernandez grabbed the Upstart Sensation by her noggin and peeled her freckled features up off the mat, showing her glazed, pained expression to the hard camera. “I’m better than you, and I will prove it.”

Retaining her grip, Alejandra bullied the limp limbed London up with her, muscling the other young woman up and over to be carried over one shoulder like a sack of adorable potatoes. With her trim tummy curled over Fernandez’s rigid joint, and her athletic stems hanging lethargically down the back, Jaime was in the perfect position to be Powerslammed as Alejandra backed up to one set of ring ropes.

The FAWNatics grew increasingly concerned one of their favourites was being lined up to eat a devastating Gringa Killer, a finisher that was gathering an increasingly large kill count, but London remained unresponsive as the Prototype prepared to finish her off.

Outside the ring, Daisy had her own hands upraised high as she began counting down, one of the only people in the arena still enthusiastic as she reached zero!

Alejandra set off at a sprint, focused on her target as spotting the perfect spot on the canvas, released a loud shout as she popped Jaime off her shoulder to…

…come up empty!!

Perhaps playing possum, perhaps surging with Babyface adrenaline, Jaime POPPED her way free from her opponents grasp the moment she slackened her fierce grip, delaying her execution for at least a few more seconds. Landing on unsteady feet, the Cherry Topped Wonder was spurned on by the relieved cries of the FAWNatics, still not entirely certain as to where she was, and so she switched to default settings to compensate.

With a roar of her own, London all but threw herself into a sprint, Alejandra turning herself about in time to see her redheaded foe hurl herself into the air for a Cross Body Splash!!

Fernandez attempted to readjust her footing, but it was all for nought, one hundred and eighteen pounds of gorgeous Brit slamming into her at high speeds and knocking her into a retreat. Perhaps unfortunately for all involved, the ropes were there waiting and, with Jaime airborne and Alejandra off balance, they were ally to no-one as both released a surprised yelp, two young, athletic bodies sent tumbling over the top coil and plummeting to the apron!!

Bouncing off the hardest part of the ring, Alejandra taking the worst of it, a short (and yet all too rapid) trip to the barely padded concrete soon followed, both combatants soon crumpled on the floor and feeling all of their aches and pains.

“I’m blaming you for that,” Jaime complained, some of her good humour returning. “I might have preferred it if you’d caught me again.”

Alejandra sputtered something in reply, grimacing on the floor and cursing, but London cut off her incoherent threats.

“Shush,” the Sensational Spinoff scolded as she pushed up to one knee, shaking her head to clear out some of the cobwebs. “It’s my lines now, you had your turn.” No sooner had she reached her feet, than did the FAWNatics shout out a collective warning, alerting one of their favourites to rapidly approaching danger.

So warned, London spun on the spot in time to see Daisy coming, the Dastardly Damsel tearing around the corner at an impressive pace and preparing to rebalance the scales with as much violence as possible. Jaime, however, proved to be quicker of feet, sidestepping in time to not only avoid the blondes charge, but also to provide a hearty SHOVE to the girls back to keep her momentum going.

LeMay released a startled YELP as she swept on pass, now noticeably unbalanced and on the verge of tumbling, which might have been for the best being as she instead SLAMMED hip first into the steel steps!! A cry escaped her lips as she folded front forwards over the furniture, protesting that some manner of cheating had just taken place that everyone else was ‘clearly oblivious to’.

“Ouch,” Jaime made a show of wincing. “Now see,” she explained whilst regaining her breath, snagging Fernandez by the back of her neck as she was finding her knees. “That’s what happens when you don’t stick the landing.”

With Alejandra once again vertical, London snagged a wrist and, with a heave, pivoted on the spot to launch her foe into an Irish Whip! At the moment of release, however, Alejandra growled from deep within her body, stamping her foot down and halting her momentum, snatching her own grip of London’s wrist and YANKING the Brit into an Irish Whip of her own!!

Launched like a rocket, the Pocket hurricane dashed across the concrete on a B-Line for the steel steps, Daisy only just starting to peel herself off them. Unfortunately for her, Jamie had other ideas than joining the blonde splayed across the furniture, and the little redhead weaponised her enforced momentum, throwing herself into a beautiful Dropkick!!

LeMay GUFFED as she was caught clean across her torso, SLAMMED backwards against the steel steps and sent slumping to the floor in a dishevelled heap, bemoaning her fate and life’s many injustices.

“Jeeze,” Jaime observed before, to the delight of the FAWNatics, she launched her own way back to vertical with a beautiful kip up. She turned rapidly on the spot, brimming with Babyface resurgence, spinning in time to meet a charging Fernandez head on. With nary a moment to spare, London popped back up into the air, tucked up into a neat little ball, snagged Alejandra by the back up her head whilst jutting a knee up to her jaw.

Gravity did the rest…

MEGAWATT POP!!
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Yanked downwards into Jaime’s posted joint, the Mexican Mauler’s features SLAMMED down against her foes weaponised limb with a resounding SMACK, the young woman recoiling as though she’d just come up close and personal with a Firecracker!! She tumbled shortly after, eyes glassy and features vacant, groaning as she slumped over onto her side.

“You two are a hazard to each other,” London finished her observation as though she hadn’t just been interrupted. “Team building exercises, invest in some.”

“SEVEN!!” the Officially dutifully announced from inside the squared circle, Jaime finally taking notice.

“Should probably just leave you out here,” London discerned, ducking down to collect Alejandra, scraping her off the concrete with no little effort before proceedings to shove her greater mass up onto the apron. A firm shove pushed her adversary fully back into the squared circle before she followed suit, hopping her way up onto the ringside with assistance from the ring ropes. “But I guess I’m just full of bad ideas. I blame Sam.”

With both competitors back where they belonged, Alejandra was grimacing in frustration as she pressed her knuckles down onto the canvas before, with a heavy exhale, she began forcing herself back up to vertical. With stubborn pride, she found both of her knees and then her feet, shaking her head before…

…witnessing Jaime waiting for her moment, the spritely battler tightly grasping the top rope before yanking backwards, pulling the rubber coated steel as taunt as it could go before releasing. The coil sprung itself back into shape with a beautiful whiplash, and London launched herself into the air with all of the gifted momentum it provided, sailing across the ring in a sweet, Slingshot Crossbody Press…

…and Alejandra caught her!!

A ripple of panic spread throughout the FAWNatics as, this time, Fernandez stood her ground and absorbed the entirety of the impact with barely a half step backwards, taking a moment to adjust the crossbody grip of her persistent foe and settling her into position. Jaime attempted to wriggle her way free, but such efforts were for nought, the Muscle of Bad Reputation inhaling a deep, measured breath before THROWING herself forwards, practically BURYING the Cherry Topped Wonder’s smaller body between herself and the canvas!!

BOARDER CRUSH: @0:13
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London would have bounced a good inch off the canvas if her frame had been given any room to move and, as her petite body was emptying of air, she was pressed down flat against the mat, Alejandra hooking both of her prone legs and rolling the Upstart up into a tight ball.

The Official dropped down beside them to begin the pinfall…

ONE!

TWO!!

Jaime shoved up a shoulder, kicking out with both stems to deny Fernandez her victory, rolling over onto her side and wincing as a scowling Mexican grabbed her by the back of her head.

Outside the ring, Daisy LeMay protested the ‘slow count’, slapping one palm down upon the apron whilst using the other to cradle her aching hip. She briefly considered berating the Official more directly, before opting to instead, whilst the man in black and white was distracted by her partners frustration fuelled, closed fist strikes to the exposed forehead of the grounded London, take matters into her own hands.

With swift strides, she dashed up the steel steps before reaching the Ringpost, once again involving herself in the contest whenever the opportunity was presented. Swiftly she undid the padding on the top turnbuckle, filling many watching close by with concern as she tore the fabric free, exposing the wicked, metal contraptions beneath.

Just as quickly as she arrived, she jumped back down, releasing a holler of support for her Tag Team Partner before blowing a kiss to the closest spectators, teasing the heckling masses with the stolen prize and tossing the evidence away into the audience.

Having heard LeMay’s call, and with Jaime rendered suitably shellshocked from the brief yet vicious pummelling to her noggin, Fernandez forcibly buried her ever present frustrations into a tight little ball before grabbing London with both hands and dragging her to her feet. With little fibre in her smaller body, the Sensational Spinoff put up barely a token resistance as she was hauled up onto her boot leather, blinking a few times as Alejandra grasped her firmly by the wrist and shoulder.

“This is my year,” growled Fernandez, inhaling a deep breath and yanking her opponent into a forceful Irish Whip. “And you are my Bytch!”

Sent off at a sprint, it took London little time to reach the corner she was aimed at, whilst Alejandra kept pace scarcely two steps behind her, the Prototype filled with bullish intensity to flatten the Pocket Hurricane once and for all. Just as Jaime was about to connect with her final destination, some manner of awareness surged back into life and, with a shout, she picked up the pace and, with the FAWNatics gasping, the little redhead practically ran up the turnbuckles instead of slamming into the them. With nary a second to spare, London hurled herself into a gorgeous, high flying backflip, one that took her clean up and over the top of her adversary’s charge.

Momentarily caught off guard by her opponents shocking acrobatics, Fernandez was just barely able to halt her own forwards momentum, grinding to a sudden stop and grasping the stop ropes to help her slam on the brakes, narrowly avoiding a self-inflicted collision with the corner across her chest.

Jaime, however, had other ideas, brimming with Babyfaced vigour, landing on her feet with a bounce, one that quickly led into a sweet as you like Dropkick!!

Alejandra released a GRUNT as the soles of London’s boots SLAMMED squarely against her back and, before she knew what was happening, she found herself thrust forward with considerable force…

…and her forehead WHACKED!! against the exposed turnbuckle, her noggin introduced with the metalwork with an audible CRACK!

With eyes almost completely vacant, the upper body of the Mexican Mauler whipped away from the collision with the trap created by her own partner, pivoting blindly in a half circle as she stumbled forwards in a daze.

Jaime was there to meet Fernandez, back on her feet and ready collect her foe, delivering a deft little punt to her exposed gut and folding her neatly forwards.

Collecting one of her rivals now pliant wrists, London forcibly tucked it behind one of the Mexicans own knees, before the Upstart set about securing a firm, front headlock at the same time. With every one of her own aches and pains threatening to catch up with her, the little red head ignored them all as, with a fresh wave of enthusiasm from the FAWNatics, she inhaled deeply and lifted, pivoted and hupped her tightly packaged cargo up and over until Alejandra’s noggin was pointing downwards. Waiting not a single moment longer, she then DROPPED her crown first into the barely yielding plywood, PLANTING her into the deck!!

JAIME DODGER
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The Prototype’s whole body quivered as a defeated GRUNT escaped her powerful body, the muscles in her frame rigid before she slumped limp. With Alejandra so pliant, Jaime’s folded her foes legs in tighter, compacting Fernandez down into an even more compact ball as the Official dropped down to begin his three count.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

The bell rang, and the FAWNatics collectively exploded, filling the arena with delighted cheers as…

ARE YOU READY FOR THIS
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…returned to the loud speakers, accompanying the Announcer making her victory official.

With her heart beating a thousand miles a minute and London exhaling in relief, the Cherry Topped Wonder released the shellshocked Alejandra from her grasp and allowed her adversary to flop out across the canvas. Hopping back up to her feet mere seconds later, filled with elation as she pumped a sharp fist up into the air and flashing her heart breaking, million-megawatt grin, fuelling the crowd’s exuberance with her own celebration.

With a skip in her step and sigh of relief, she prompted the nearest stagehand for a microphone and, when he duly providing, Jaime flashed him a wink by way of thanks and snagged it clean out of the air.

“Well,” she declared, apple cheeks rosy and one hand on her hip. “Not a bad way to start the new year, don’t you agree?”

The FAWNatics did, filling the Orlando Arena with noise in the positive.

“Do you know what would make it even better?” she questioned, the crowd eating out of her hand. “The EurAsia Title strapped around my…”

BAD THINGS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hKzwSsxkpTA

…began blaring from the loud speakers, and a curvy brunette emerged from behind the curtains when without invitation or warning, 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 as she was serenaded with jeers.

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 forever 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.

Across one shoulder she carried the EurAsia Title, ten pounds of highly coveted leather strap and gold that was held in the possession of her self-declared Commonwealth.

“No, no,” Lydia looked Jaime up and down with a snide expression from the safety of her position all the way back on the stage. “By all mean, cretin, finish your thought?”

“Lethbridge,” Jaime responded without a great deal of warmth, undaunted from her position in the ring. “I see the EurAsia Title,” the Sensational Spinoff observed, “but not the Champion. Tell me, is Cleona actually planning to defend her Gold this year? Or is she going to carry on as she sta…”

The sudden cry of warning that erupted from the FAWNatics came both swiftly and yet, tragically, far too late to be of any use as, from their number, emerged the Gaelic Goddess herself!!

CLEONA FLYNN




Bounding over the barricade, Flynn quickly dived into the ring, the one hundred and fifty-two-pound, Redheaded Reaper launching herself into a devastating Bicycle Kick just as London was turning about!!

HIGHLAND KICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8QKicPHF44

Caught flush against her cheek, the unprepared Diminutive Dynamo hit the deck hard, Jamie knocked well and truly senseless as she flopped out across the mat and her pretty peepers fluttered. Her right leg twitched once before she lay still, synapses misfiring and looking as though she had just been hit by a truck.

Cleona spared London a passing glance as she continued to stride by, the EurAsia Champion looking, if anything, distinctly bored now that her burst of violent activity was done with. The FAWNatics showered her with abuse, and she responded to their disdain with a loud yawn, scarcely interested in anything that they had to say.

Lethbridge, meanwhile, began her stroll down the ramp, her Ladyship as pleased as could be and preening. Making her way to the squared circle, she endured the cascade of jeers rained down upon her with withering disinterest and a dismissive wave of a gloved hand, ascending the steel steps without hurry and sliding into the ring. Circling the downed, moaning frame that was poor, waylaid Ms. London, Lydia came to a stop and tutted.

“Oh dear,” Lethbridge made a show of being dejected. “It appears she didn’t hear you.”

Cleona responded immediately, stepping out from the corner she had slumped against, rolling her shoulders as she made her way back over to Jaime. The FAWNatics protested, but she didn’t listen, Flynn scraping the remains of the slowly stirring Cherry Topped Wonder off the deck and, with what seemed to be surprisingly little effort, muscled the little Brit to lay up and across her shoulders.

Jamie hung there, athletic physique barely moving, starting to come to with a dull groan before the Gaelic Goddess suddenly THREW herself backwards, PLANTING the shell-shocked London against the canvas with a brutal Celtic Drop!!

CELTIC DROP: @0:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yjvMUv29Sqo

The Sensational Spin Off bounced a good two inches off the canvas as she groaned, flopping over onto her side as her whole body quivered, scarcely able to inhale a fresh breath as she otherwise lay dormant.

Cleona didn’t let her lie for long, not as she pushed the smaller young woman over onto her front before finding her own boot leather for just long enough to take to the air, sit out, and let gravity do the work, SLAMMING all one-hundred and fifty-pounds of her body across the back of her would be Challenger’s fully exposed head and shoulders!!

With her upper body lost from view, all the gasping FAWNatics could still see of their beloved idol were her athletic legs sharply kicking up into the air before coming back down to settle, those same limbs spasming with small twitches before she finally lay lifeless.

Without ceremony, Cleona pushed herself back up to standing, the EurAsia Champion utterly disinterested with the devastation that she had just wrought.

“Well,” Lydia interjected herself back into proceedings, positively glowing with her sense of achievement. “I do believe the message may have sunk in. To the dull witted,” she turned her gaze to the hard camera, brandishing the coveted strap slung over her shoulder as though she were actually the EurAsia Champion, “allow me to reiterate. All those who covert what I possess,” her expression became hard.

“Covert otherwise.”