Post by hawkeye on Feb 3, 2021 1:53:41 GMT
With Thrills, Chills and Spills already well underway, the FAWNatics were feeling suitably pumped to bear witness to the first Title Defence of the new year. Eagerly they waited, until…
BAD THINGS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hKzwSsxkpTA
…began blaring from the loud speakers, somewhat souring the mood as a curvy brunette emerged from behind the curtains uninvited, 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, tipped with a beautifully sculptured, silver forged, glowering wolfs head. 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 forever left unknown, she procured a microphone. Remaining on the stage, she brought the stick up to her lips, her big, gluttonous eyes filled with vindication and delight.
“Neanderthals and Peasantry,” she began, enduring the cascade of boos being rained down upon her before she flashed a near feral grin, one that was just barely masked by a veil of civility. “REJOICE!! For while this year is as dire as the one before, in this most awful hour I bring back to you your ONE, 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 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 eye 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 torn from the possession 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 the focus of attention for the evening, 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 between the coils and striding into the squared circle, delighting in the displeasure that she wrought throughout the unwashed masses. She brought her microphone back up to her lips as Flynn joined her, the EurAsia Champion cutting an imposing figure and clasping her Title, and Lydia began to say…’
ARE YOU READY FOR THIS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HGS0GoV8-xc
…nothing at all, for the sound system kicked in for a third time and, with Lethbridge seething from being cut off, the FAWNatics erupted into cheers as their eyes turned to the illuminated stage.
The Challenger burst through the curtain like a pocket hurricane, Jaime London greeted with a roar of approval from the FAWNatics, one that was worthy of summoning the Sensational Spinoff to Thrills, Chills and Spills!! 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, 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.
Some had speculated that the ambush and severe mistreatment Ms. London had suffered at the hands the Gaelic Goddess just two weeks previous would have cowed the Cherry Topped Wonder into behaving more cautiously this evening.
They had speculated incorrectly.
Without hesitation, she turned about and marched on over to…
…eat the entirety of a devastating Highland Kick!!
HIGHLAND KICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8QKicPHF44
Without provocation or warning, the EurAsia Champion had stormed across the ring and fiercely SLAMMED the sole of her rocketed boot into the chest of the unprepared Jaime, the Diminutive Dynamo going down with a loud, gasping GRUNT as she was poleaxed right off her feet!
Hitting the canvas hard, London crumpled into a heap and rolling over onto her side before cradling her torso as her heart skipped several beats. For several seconds, she coughed uncontrollably, struggling to inhale as her chest felt like it was constricting, the FAWNatics screaming fowl on her behalf as the bell hadn’t even rung yet.
Cleona could not have looked more unrepentant, detached from the abrupt violence that she had just wrought and, to the shock of many, appeared more bored with proceedings than anything else.
Lydia, on the other hand, could not have been more pleased, politely applauding the Commonwealths Champion before bringing her stick back up to her lips.
“All due warnings were given,” Lethbridge lectured with an unmistakable air of superiority. “It is as the simple people say, we reap what we sow.”
After receiving a near imperceptible nod from Lydia, Flynn strode back over to the winded London and snatched one of the grimacing young women’s wrists. Yanking on the limb with enough sheer force to propel the smaller Brit not only up onto her feet, but to also sling her clean up into the air and muscle Jaime up and across her shoulders. Fireman’s carry secured; she prepared to hurl herself backwards for a Celtic Drop…
…only for London to steel her resolve and, with a puffing of her cheeks, shove her way free from her predicament before Cleona could deliver a swift execution. Dropping down out the back, the Sensational Spinoff hit the ground at a stumble, retreating several steps before she was able to secure her footing with assistance from the ring ropes.
With hope rippling through the FAWNatics, Cleona rolled her neck and turned slowly on the spot, ducking herself low before charging, aiming to spear Jaime right out of her boots…
…only for London to surge into life, leaping into the air as Flynn rapidly approached and, with glorious dexterity, she leapfrogged clean over the top of the Scot!!
Cleona kept on going, her momentary frustration audible as she missed her target and tumbled headfirst through the top and middle ropes. Missing her target, she came perilously close to overshooting the apron entirely and diving headfirst to the outside, but she caught herself at the last moment, keeping herself on the ring albeit on the wrong side of the coils.
Jaime, in comparison, had embraced the ideals of perpetual motion, tearing off at a sprint to the closest corner and positively bounded up the turnbuckles until she reached the second. Seemingly carried by the support of the FAWNatics, the Cherry Topped Wonder launched herself backwards through the air and CLOCKED the unsuspecting Celtic Constrictor across her temple with a sweet, Flying Back Elbow!!
HIGH FLYING ELBOW:@0:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qC5Q1I5ourY
Immediately seeing stars, Flynn fell from her place on the apron, dropping to the barely padded concrete outside the squared circle, falling to one knee and shaking her head.
Jaime landed with a great deal more grace and significantly more control, even if it was on her pert booty, the little redhead still inside the ring and watching her adversary struggle with having her senses rattled. Twirling her way back up onto her feet, London shot off for the opposite set of ring ropes, reaching them in the blink of an eye before throwing herself against them. Rubber coated steel snapping taunt, she was propelled back across the ring at even greater speeds, Jaime zeroing in on her target before she leapt into the air. Effortlessly clearing the top rope, the Diminutive Dynamo barrelled herself over and SLAMMED her miniature mass against a dazed Cleona with a high flying Senton!!
OVER THE TOP ROPE SENTON
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HyLzZO4G1ew
Flynn was propelled backwards by the THUD, the small of her back thunking with the barricades as they provided her all an all too sudden stop, the crowd cheering the reversal in fortunes and Jaime popping back up to her feet.
As Cleona dragged herself away with one hand braced against the railings, London pumped her fist up in the air for the FAWNatics, releasing a spirited Warcry that was taken up by the packed arena. Jaime, surging with adrenaline, turned herself about and lined up the Redheaded Reaper in her sights, fully prepared to build on her offensive, bracing herself to…
WHACK!!!
…Lydia NAILED London across the base of her spine with her wicked, wolf headed cane, driving a YELP from the petite body of Jaime as the little redhead dropped immediately to her knees. Almost the entirety of her lower body was rendered momentarily numb, and something in her spine protested with stabbing, white hot lightning shooting the length of her petite body at the mere thought of trying to stand back up.
The FAWNatics erupted in protest and, without displaying a single shred or remorse, Lydia back peddled away from the scene of the crime, brandishing her staff of office as a renewed warning to everyone watching.
Cleona, pity a foreign concept to the Scot, moved back in on her waylaid Challenger, clutching the forcibly penitent Jaimie by the back her neck and hauling her to her feet. Bodily, she shoved the girl back into the squared circle and watched her roll across the canvas, London grimacing and cradling the small of her wounded spine as her right thigh twitched in spasm.
The crowd, perhaps displaying a few signs of desperation, began clapping in unison, their collective percussion soon filling the arena as Jaime, gritting her teeth with the steely determination, inhaled a deep, withering breath and willed herself to begin standing. Every movement sparked a fresh pulse of agony, but with the majority of the arena propelling her on, London powered through the pain as Cleona climbed up onto the apron. She exhaled a deep, withering as gasp as she bulled her way to vertical, finding her boot leather just in time…
…to eat a SECOND Highland Kick!!
As one, the FAWNatics deflated in disappointment as their heroine was ruthlessly poleaxed from her feet and sent slamming to the canvas, the brutal blow damn near emptying her small frame entirely of air. Splayed out in a starfish, Jaime exhaled a pained cough and shuddered, the petite Brit struggling to remember which day it was.
Unfortunately, Cleona was in full control of her faculties and, reaching down and grasping an all too compliant wrist, she bodily hauled the rag dolled, Sensational Spin-Off to her feet and muscled her submissive, miniature mass up to lay across her shoulders. With the Upstart so secured, the Redheaded Reaper THREW herself backwards, no escape for London this time, and FLATTENED the already shellshock Jaime between herself and canvas, the dreaded Celtic Drop rattling the very ring itself!!
CELTIC DROP!!:@0:30 Onwards.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=E94pgpZWWcY
With a heady groan escaping from her pert bosom, London was rocked from head to toe, bouncing off the canvas the moment that she was released and rolled boneless onto her front, her cheek pressed down against the mat and peepers fluttering.
Cleona was in no hurry as she sat back up, the condemnation of the crowd rolling off her shoulders without effect as she stretched, the Scot creaking her neck before finally deciding to stand back up.
The Official meanwhile, which everyone had quite forgot, was evidently in over his head and lost for words.
“You!” Lydia brandished her cane in his direction from outside the ring, demanding his undivided attention. “Prove you possess some manner of competence, and call for the match to the begin!”
The man in black and white blinked, “What…?”
“The contest, cretin!” her Ladyship scowled. “Call for the contest to begin.”
A few seconds later, he finally caught up with current events. She was right, the match hadn’t even officially started. “I don’t,” he stammered. “No, this has gone too far, I can’t…”
“Now listen here, imbecile,” Lethbridge pounced up onto the apron, brandishing her cane even more severely in his direction. “Open this contest, or your next assignment will be collecting your severance!!”
The Official stammered, unable to break eye contact with the Princess of Privilege and, apparently having left his balls somewhere in the locker room, he nodded meekly before calling for the bell.
The FAWNatics booed, but it didn’t much matter, Flynn marching forwards on her dazed foe even as Jaime was starting to come to, the Cherry Topped Wonder cradling the spasming small of her back even as she remained splayed out across her front. Following two full steps, Cleona leapt, spread her legs out to sitting…
…and DROPPED all one-hundred and fifty-two pounds of her body weight down across the head and shoulders of her opponent, the Gaelic Goddess all but FLATTENING the Diminutive Dynamo against the mat.
With a sharp recoil running the length of her lower body, Jamie’s stems kicked up into the air as the plywood itself almost buckled, those athletic limbs flopping back down onto the canvas and flopping lifeless. Both puddled and senseless, London was dismissively rolled over onto her back, and Cleona covered the smaller Brit for a pinfall.
For once this evening, the Official was on the ball.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
KILLER INSIDE OF ME
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-ykAnJRPiw
…Returned to the loud speakers, confirming the outcome, and Lady Lydia Lethbridge was the only one left smiling as she sauntered her way into the ring. She applauded politely even as the FAWNatics protested with the heartiest of shouts, coming to Cleona’s side as Flynn, already forgetting London, climbed back up to vertical and rolled her shoulders, suppressing a disinterested yawn.
Lethbridge, as smug as could be, returned her microphone to her lips.
“Peasantry and Pissants,” she began, earning for herself a veritable tidal wave of scorn, all of which she absorbed without batting an eyelid. “The winner of this contest by Flawless Victory, and STILL your one, TRUE, EurAsia Champion, my Calculated Killer, your Gaelic Goddess, CLEONA! FLY…”
BURY YOU
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLliftUOkmg
…burst into life over the loud speakers, and caught absolutely everybody by surprise, shock rippling through the arena as all eyes turned to the stage and waiting curtains.
Lydia was no different, although she was scowling with indignity, features turning a startling shade of crimson and she prepared to berate the unexpected interruption…
…which was all the distraction that Irma Irons would ever need, the Apex Enforcer spreading alarm as, instead of appearing on the stage, she practically barrelled her way through the crowd, bounding over the barricade as the perpetually pissed off embodiment of raw aggression that she was. It was the first time that she had been seen in a FAWN arena since suffering a ruthless beating at the hands of Cleona at last month’s PPV, and the eagled eyed members of the audience could see the angry looking welt that still scarred the Brit’s forehead.
IRMA IRONS
It didn’t seem to slow her down, however, Iron’s sprinting as she snatched up a steel chair into her possession, slamming it closed before she dived beneath the bottom rope. Flynn was the first to catch on to the incoming danger, but she pivoted on the spot too late to prevent her skull being CRACKED!! by the flat side of Irma’s chosen weapon, the CLANG!! of it making contact ringing out across the arena.
Cleona dropped to one knee as Irons ran past, stampeding across the ring and tossing aside the steel chair before she connected with the ring ropes, turning herself about as she was embraced by the coils. Snapping taunt, the rubber coated steel propelled her straight back across the canvas even as, somehow, Flynn refused to topple, pushing her way back up to boot leather with a shake of her head.
Picking her spot, and with momentum on her side, Irma leapt up into the air and released a vengeful ROAR, the Manchester Malcontent NAILING the EurAsia Champion clean across her jaw with a blistering, high flying Iron Fist!!
The arena fell silent as Flynn teetered on the spot…
…before toppling to the canvas in a stunned stupor.
The FAWNatics weren’t quite sure how to react, but they did catch themselves by surprise when they spotted a seething Lydia Lethbridge preparing to weaponize her cane for the second time in one evening. As she swung the wolf handed staff to connect with Irma’s unprotected blindside, the crowd shouted out a warning and the Personification of Pissed Off sidestepped the ambush at the last moment.
With Lydia now unbalanced, Iron’s yanked on the chain that she wore as a belt and rapidly spun the steel to wrap tightly about her knuckles, Irma growling as she unleashed an almighty haymaker…
…and CRACKED Her Ladyship directly on the cheek for a second, even more brutal Iron Fist!!
Lethbridge went down hard, cane tumbling from her grasp, and the FAWNatics were caught by indecision on how they were supposed to react, Irma bellowing out a war cry as she swiftly claimed dominance of the ring. Some members of the audience dared to begin cheering…
…until the eye of the Apex Enforcer caught the struggling form of Jaime London.
The Sensational Spinoff was coming to, the little Brit pushing up onto her hands and knees as, unbeknownst to Jaime, her fellow Manchester native was zeroing in on her position. The crowd attempted to launch into a protest, but Irma was hearing none of it, her blood boiling and her lust for violence far from being quenched.
“Come here, Bytch,” Iron’s grabbed the beaten London by her hair and yanked her head back, forcing a yelp from her rival’s smaller body. “Way past time I dealt with you to!”
Irma prepared to…
…Jaime SURGED into life, Babyfaced Dander flaring and then some as she issued forth her own Warcry, one filled with life and lustre as she swiftly found her footing and then leapt! Tucking herself into a ball before grasping her ambusher by the head, London jabbed a knee up against Iron’s jaw and let gravity do the rest!
MEGAWATT POP!!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7GZz3ncAOo4
After being YANKED forwards, Irma’s jaw CRACKED against Jaime’s upraised knee and, rocked by the collision, Irma recoiled away from the impact and flopped out on the mat, clutching at her face and cursing.
Jaime, inhaling a deep, pained breath, LEAPT her way back up to vertical by way of a beautiful Kip Up, the grateful FAWNatics erupting in the positive as she stood tall, however battered, pumping one of her little fists up into the air.
ARE YOU READY FOR THIS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HGS0GoV8-xc
…Returned to the loud speakers and London, grimacing, cradled her ribs and the back of her neck as she looked about, finding herself the unlikely last women standing.
Flynn would be walking away the victor this evening, and still the EurAsia Champion but, given all that had transpired in a flurry of unpredictable violence following the bell, this dispute was evidently far from being over…
BAD THINGS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hKzwSsxkpTA
…began blaring from the loud speakers, somewhat souring the mood as a curvy brunette emerged from behind the curtains uninvited, 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, tipped with a beautifully sculptured, silver forged, glowering wolfs head. 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 forever left unknown, she procured a microphone. Remaining on the stage, she brought the stick up to her lips, her big, gluttonous eyes filled with vindication and delight.
“Neanderthals and Peasantry,” she began, enduring the cascade of boos being rained down upon her before she flashed a near feral grin, one that was just barely masked by a veil of civility. “REJOICE!! For while this year is as dire as the one before, in this most awful hour I bring back to you your ONE, 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 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 eye 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 torn from the possession 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 the focus of attention for the evening, 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 between the coils and striding into the squared circle, delighting in the displeasure that she wrought throughout the unwashed masses. She brought her microphone back up to her lips as Flynn joined her, the EurAsia Champion cutting an imposing figure and clasping her Title, and Lydia began to say…’
ARE YOU READY FOR THIS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HGS0GoV8-xc
…nothing at all, for the sound system kicked in for a third time and, with Lethbridge seething from being cut off, the FAWNatics erupted into cheers as their eyes turned to the illuminated stage.
The Challenger burst through the curtain like a pocket hurricane, Jaime London greeted with a roar of approval from the FAWNatics, one that was worthy of summoning the Sensational Spinoff to Thrills, Chills and Spills!! 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, 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.
Some had speculated that the ambush and severe mistreatment Ms. London had suffered at the hands the Gaelic Goddess just two weeks previous would have cowed the Cherry Topped Wonder into behaving more cautiously this evening.
They had speculated incorrectly.
Without hesitation, she turned about and marched on over to…
…eat the entirety of a devastating Highland Kick!!
HIGHLAND KICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8QKicPHF44
Without provocation or warning, the EurAsia Champion had stormed across the ring and fiercely SLAMMED the sole of her rocketed boot into the chest of the unprepared Jaime, the Diminutive Dynamo going down with a loud, gasping GRUNT as she was poleaxed right off her feet!
Hitting the canvas hard, London crumpled into a heap and rolling over onto her side before cradling her torso as her heart skipped several beats. For several seconds, she coughed uncontrollably, struggling to inhale as her chest felt like it was constricting, the FAWNatics screaming fowl on her behalf as the bell hadn’t even rung yet.
Cleona could not have looked more unrepentant, detached from the abrupt violence that she had just wrought and, to the shock of many, appeared more bored with proceedings than anything else.
Lydia, on the other hand, could not have been more pleased, politely applauding the Commonwealths Champion before bringing her stick back up to her lips.
“All due warnings were given,” Lethbridge lectured with an unmistakable air of superiority. “It is as the simple people say, we reap what we sow.”
After receiving a near imperceptible nod from Lydia, Flynn strode back over to the winded London and snatched one of the grimacing young women’s wrists. Yanking on the limb with enough sheer force to propel the smaller Brit not only up onto her feet, but to also sling her clean up into the air and muscle Jaime up and across her shoulders. Fireman’s carry secured; she prepared to hurl herself backwards for a Celtic Drop…
…only for London to steel her resolve and, with a puffing of her cheeks, shove her way free from her predicament before Cleona could deliver a swift execution. Dropping down out the back, the Sensational Spinoff hit the ground at a stumble, retreating several steps before she was able to secure her footing with assistance from the ring ropes.
With hope rippling through the FAWNatics, Cleona rolled her neck and turned slowly on the spot, ducking herself low before charging, aiming to spear Jaime right out of her boots…
…only for London to surge into life, leaping into the air as Flynn rapidly approached and, with glorious dexterity, she leapfrogged clean over the top of the Scot!!
Cleona kept on going, her momentary frustration audible as she missed her target and tumbled headfirst through the top and middle ropes. Missing her target, she came perilously close to overshooting the apron entirely and diving headfirst to the outside, but she caught herself at the last moment, keeping herself on the ring albeit on the wrong side of the coils.
Jaime, in comparison, had embraced the ideals of perpetual motion, tearing off at a sprint to the closest corner and positively bounded up the turnbuckles until she reached the second. Seemingly carried by the support of the FAWNatics, the Cherry Topped Wonder launched herself backwards through the air and CLOCKED the unsuspecting Celtic Constrictor across her temple with a sweet, Flying Back Elbow!!
HIGH FLYING ELBOW:@0:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qC5Q1I5ourY
Immediately seeing stars, Flynn fell from her place on the apron, dropping to the barely padded concrete outside the squared circle, falling to one knee and shaking her head.
Jaime landed with a great deal more grace and significantly more control, even if it was on her pert booty, the little redhead still inside the ring and watching her adversary struggle with having her senses rattled. Twirling her way back up onto her feet, London shot off for the opposite set of ring ropes, reaching them in the blink of an eye before throwing herself against them. Rubber coated steel snapping taunt, she was propelled back across the ring at even greater speeds, Jaime zeroing in on her target before she leapt into the air. Effortlessly clearing the top rope, the Diminutive Dynamo barrelled herself over and SLAMMED her miniature mass against a dazed Cleona with a high flying Senton!!
OVER THE TOP ROPE SENTON
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HyLzZO4G1ew
Flynn was propelled backwards by the THUD, the small of her back thunking with the barricades as they provided her all an all too sudden stop, the crowd cheering the reversal in fortunes and Jaime popping back up to her feet.
As Cleona dragged herself away with one hand braced against the railings, London pumped her fist up in the air for the FAWNatics, releasing a spirited Warcry that was taken up by the packed arena. Jaime, surging with adrenaline, turned herself about and lined up the Redheaded Reaper in her sights, fully prepared to build on her offensive, bracing herself to…
WHACK!!!
…Lydia NAILED London across the base of her spine with her wicked, wolf headed cane, driving a YELP from the petite body of Jaime as the little redhead dropped immediately to her knees. Almost the entirety of her lower body was rendered momentarily numb, and something in her spine protested with stabbing, white hot lightning shooting the length of her petite body at the mere thought of trying to stand back up.
The FAWNatics erupted in protest and, without displaying a single shred or remorse, Lydia back peddled away from the scene of the crime, brandishing her staff of office as a renewed warning to everyone watching.
Cleona, pity a foreign concept to the Scot, moved back in on her waylaid Challenger, clutching the forcibly penitent Jaimie by the back her neck and hauling her to her feet. Bodily, she shoved the girl back into the squared circle and watched her roll across the canvas, London grimacing and cradling the small of her wounded spine as her right thigh twitched in spasm.
The crowd, perhaps displaying a few signs of desperation, began clapping in unison, their collective percussion soon filling the arena as Jaime, gritting her teeth with the steely determination, inhaled a deep, withering breath and willed herself to begin standing. Every movement sparked a fresh pulse of agony, but with the majority of the arena propelling her on, London powered through the pain as Cleona climbed up onto the apron. She exhaled a deep, withering as gasp as she bulled her way to vertical, finding her boot leather just in time…
…to eat a SECOND Highland Kick!!
As one, the FAWNatics deflated in disappointment as their heroine was ruthlessly poleaxed from her feet and sent slamming to the canvas, the brutal blow damn near emptying her small frame entirely of air. Splayed out in a starfish, Jaime exhaled a pained cough and shuddered, the petite Brit struggling to remember which day it was.
Unfortunately, Cleona was in full control of her faculties and, reaching down and grasping an all too compliant wrist, she bodily hauled the rag dolled, Sensational Spin-Off to her feet and muscled her submissive, miniature mass up to lay across her shoulders. With the Upstart so secured, the Redheaded Reaper THREW herself backwards, no escape for London this time, and FLATTENED the already shellshock Jaime between herself and canvas, the dreaded Celtic Drop rattling the very ring itself!!
CELTIC DROP!!:@0:30 Onwards.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=E94pgpZWWcY
With a heady groan escaping from her pert bosom, London was rocked from head to toe, bouncing off the canvas the moment that she was released and rolled boneless onto her front, her cheek pressed down against the mat and peepers fluttering.
Cleona was in no hurry as she sat back up, the condemnation of the crowd rolling off her shoulders without effect as she stretched, the Scot creaking her neck before finally deciding to stand back up.
The Official meanwhile, which everyone had quite forgot, was evidently in over his head and lost for words.
“You!” Lydia brandished her cane in his direction from outside the ring, demanding his undivided attention. “Prove you possess some manner of competence, and call for the match to the begin!”
The man in black and white blinked, “What…?”
“The contest, cretin!” her Ladyship scowled. “Call for the contest to begin.”
A few seconds later, he finally caught up with current events. She was right, the match hadn’t even officially started. “I don’t,” he stammered. “No, this has gone too far, I can’t…”
“Now listen here, imbecile,” Lethbridge pounced up onto the apron, brandishing her cane even more severely in his direction. “Open this contest, or your next assignment will be collecting your severance!!”
The Official stammered, unable to break eye contact with the Princess of Privilege and, apparently having left his balls somewhere in the locker room, he nodded meekly before calling for the bell.
The FAWNatics booed, but it didn’t much matter, Flynn marching forwards on her dazed foe even as Jaime was starting to come to, the Cherry Topped Wonder cradling the spasming small of her back even as she remained splayed out across her front. Following two full steps, Cleona leapt, spread her legs out to sitting…
…and DROPPED all one-hundred and fifty-two pounds of her body weight down across the head and shoulders of her opponent, the Gaelic Goddess all but FLATTENING the Diminutive Dynamo against the mat.
With a sharp recoil running the length of her lower body, Jamie’s stems kicked up into the air as the plywood itself almost buckled, those athletic limbs flopping back down onto the canvas and flopping lifeless. Both puddled and senseless, London was dismissively rolled over onto her back, and Cleona covered the smaller Brit for a pinfall.
For once this evening, the Official was on the ball.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
KILLER INSIDE OF ME
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…Returned to the loud speakers, confirming the outcome, and Lady Lydia Lethbridge was the only one left smiling as she sauntered her way into the ring. She applauded politely even as the FAWNatics protested with the heartiest of shouts, coming to Cleona’s side as Flynn, already forgetting London, climbed back up to vertical and rolled her shoulders, suppressing a disinterested yawn.
Lethbridge, as smug as could be, returned her microphone to her lips.
“Peasantry and Pissants,” she began, earning for herself a veritable tidal wave of scorn, all of which she absorbed without batting an eyelid. “The winner of this contest by Flawless Victory, and STILL your one, TRUE, EurAsia Champion, my Calculated Killer, your Gaelic Goddess, CLEONA! FLY…”
BURY YOU
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLliftUOkmg
…burst into life over the loud speakers, and caught absolutely everybody by surprise, shock rippling through the arena as all eyes turned to the stage and waiting curtains.
Lydia was no different, although she was scowling with indignity, features turning a startling shade of crimson and she prepared to berate the unexpected interruption…
…which was all the distraction that Irma Irons would ever need, the Apex Enforcer spreading alarm as, instead of appearing on the stage, she practically barrelled her way through the crowd, bounding over the barricade as the perpetually pissed off embodiment of raw aggression that she was. It was the first time that she had been seen in a FAWN arena since suffering a ruthless beating at the hands of Cleona at last month’s PPV, and the eagled eyed members of the audience could see the angry looking welt that still scarred the Brit’s forehead.
IRMA IRONS
It didn’t seem to slow her down, however, Iron’s sprinting as she snatched up a steel chair into her possession, slamming it closed before she dived beneath the bottom rope. Flynn was the first to catch on to the incoming danger, but she pivoted on the spot too late to prevent her skull being CRACKED!! by the flat side of Irma’s chosen weapon, the CLANG!! of it making contact ringing out across the arena.
Cleona dropped to one knee as Irons ran past, stampeding across the ring and tossing aside the steel chair before she connected with the ring ropes, turning herself about as she was embraced by the coils. Snapping taunt, the rubber coated steel propelled her straight back across the canvas even as, somehow, Flynn refused to topple, pushing her way back up to boot leather with a shake of her head.
Picking her spot, and with momentum on her side, Irma leapt up into the air and released a vengeful ROAR, the Manchester Malcontent NAILING the EurAsia Champion clean across her jaw with a blistering, high flying Iron Fist!!
The arena fell silent as Flynn teetered on the spot…
…before toppling to the canvas in a stunned stupor.
The FAWNatics weren’t quite sure how to react, but they did catch themselves by surprise when they spotted a seething Lydia Lethbridge preparing to weaponize her cane for the second time in one evening. As she swung the wolf handed staff to connect with Irma’s unprotected blindside, the crowd shouted out a warning and the Personification of Pissed Off sidestepped the ambush at the last moment.
With Lydia now unbalanced, Iron’s yanked on the chain that she wore as a belt and rapidly spun the steel to wrap tightly about her knuckles, Irma growling as she unleashed an almighty haymaker…
…and CRACKED Her Ladyship directly on the cheek for a second, even more brutal Iron Fist!!
Lethbridge went down hard, cane tumbling from her grasp, and the FAWNatics were caught by indecision on how they were supposed to react, Irma bellowing out a war cry as she swiftly claimed dominance of the ring. Some members of the audience dared to begin cheering…
…until the eye of the Apex Enforcer caught the struggling form of Jaime London.
The Sensational Spinoff was coming to, the little Brit pushing up onto her hands and knees as, unbeknownst to Jaime, her fellow Manchester native was zeroing in on her position. The crowd attempted to launch into a protest, but Irma was hearing none of it, her blood boiling and her lust for violence far from being quenched.
“Come here, Bytch,” Iron’s grabbed the beaten London by her hair and yanked her head back, forcing a yelp from her rival’s smaller body. “Way past time I dealt with you to!”
Irma prepared to…
…Jaime SURGED into life, Babyfaced Dander flaring and then some as she issued forth her own Warcry, one filled with life and lustre as she swiftly found her footing and then leapt! Tucking herself into a ball before grasping her ambusher by the head, London jabbed a knee up against Iron’s jaw and let gravity do the rest!
MEGAWATT POP!!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7GZz3ncAOo4
After being YANKED forwards, Irma’s jaw CRACKED against Jaime’s upraised knee and, rocked by the collision, Irma recoiled away from the impact and flopped out on the mat, clutching at her face and cursing.
Jaime, inhaling a deep, pained breath, LEAPT her way back up to vertical by way of a beautiful Kip Up, the grateful FAWNatics erupting in the positive as she stood tall, however battered, pumping one of her little fists up into the air.
ARE YOU READY FOR THIS
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…Returned to the loud speakers and London, grimacing, cradled her ribs and the back of her neck as she looked about, finding herself the unlikely last women standing.
Flynn would be walking away the victor this evening, and still the EurAsia Champion but, given all that had transpired in a flurry of unpredictable violence following the bell, this dispute was evidently far from being over…