Post by hawkeye on Feb 3, 2021 2:04:32 GMT
The crowd were already in high spirits, the first PPV of the year living up to the hype and then some, so when…
FEEL INVINCIBLE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gco_SAvHVSM
…burst into life over loud speakers, the packed arena officially lost their collective shit, no-one in attendance having been aware that the Upstart Supreme, Samantha Sinclair, would be returning to the Orlando Arena tonight!
SAMANTHA SINCLAIR
While it was almost immediately apparent to one and all that the Perfectly Petite Brit wouldn’t be competing, the little brunette attired in her favourite pair of jeans and the snuggliest looking jumper ever to be worn by a Sinclair, those watching never the less raised the roof the moment she appeared on the stage. She beamed, freckled cheeks alight and arms outstretched, as pleased to see her Legionnaires as they were to see her.
She saluted, and then set off down the ramp, curls of chocolate brown bouncing across her slim shoulders as the former EurAsia and Lightweight Champion lit up the crowd with her very presence.
Effortlessly disarming all with her easy smile and welcoming demeanour, Sammie strode from one side of the aisle to the other with both a brisk pace and light stride, returning many a high five and living up to her title and then some. In the years since her debute, the People’s Princess had grown from being a young girl into being a young woman, seemingly blossoming before the very eyes of the FAWNatics as she stole people’s hearts with the same ease that others applied to breathing.
As the squared circle rapidly approached, she beat a quick detour upon spotting a big brother and little sister combo in the front row, the girl beaming whilst sporting a ‘SAMMIE KICK!!’ shirt. Sinclair approved her choice of allegiance by removing her own cap and placing it on the fans head, gifting her with the souvenir that was sure to make her entire evening. For the brother, she gifted him with a cheeky ‘Boop’ to his nose as she continued to pass by, the young man both falling in love and having his heart broken in the same instant. He didn’t seem too much mind though, smitten as he now was, and the Upstart Supreme continued on her way to the ring.
Picking up the pace at the last second, Sam bounded up onto the apron and, in a single, fluid motion, vaulted over the top rope with a pivot and landed on her sneakers with a fresh bounce in her stride. She met the Announcer at centre ring and accepted from his possession a microphone, assuring the gentlemen in question that she could take over from here.
“Wow,” she declared, the crowd already eating out of the palm of her hand. “Last year kind of sucked didn’t it?”
Wholeheartedly, the FAWNatics agreed, but they remained in high spirits given current circumstances.
“I mean, sure, there were high spots. I was EurAsia Champion,” the crowd roared in approval at that. “Which was great, right up until Cleona Flynn ran over me and put me on the shelf for good measure.”
The audience let their collective feelings be known about that, frustrated that the People’s Princess had been left unable to compete for the better part of half a year. Sammie held up a hand to placate them.
“Hey, it’s ok,” she promised with the flash of a reassuring smirk and the barest twinkle of mischief in her eye. “It happens, the Redheaded Reaper was too much for me at Mayhem, but we all KNOW that our girl, JAIME LONDON, is going to kick that sociopath’s ass ALL OVER this ring later tonight!!”
Once again, the FAWNatics in attendance erupted, almost launching the roof off the arena with their chants in support of the Sensational Spin Off in question. The moment they calmed down; Sammie took her opportunity to continue.
“As for me, as you can see, I’m still not exactly cleared to compete.”
Once again, the masses accepted her prompts, either not realising it, or not caring that they were subject to her every whim, and railed against the very notion that the medics wouldn’t clear the little Brit to compete.
“Now, now, be nice,” Sammie interrupted them, a smile on her lips and flush in her cheeks. “Eric’s just doing his job. If Kat Smith couldn’t put me down for good, then no-one will. Besides,” she paused for effect, tapping her chin in thought. “I’m sure I can still find a way to make myself useful.”
Standing straight and making herself look as ‘serious’ as possible, Sinclair puffed out her chest and made herself heard.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” she began, making her voice deeper in a rough approximation of the fine gentlemen who usually performed this very duty. “The Following Tag Team Match will be for One Fall and a Time Limit I arbitrarily decide. Introducing first, at a combined weight of not very much, and an average height of still shorter than me, your FUTURE Tag Team Champions, the Babe of Brawl and the Freckled Fury, Scarlet and Mary Sinclair, the new WORLDS! BEST!! BRITS!!!”
READY TO GO
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vDAQuKwLwms
Requiring little by way of further encouragement, the FAWNatics raised their collective voices in support the moment the otherwise unfamiliar track began to boom over the robust sound system. It wasn’t until the track hit the chorus, however, that their voices reached more appropriate levels of excitement…
“ARE YOU READY TO GO!?!”
…heralded the arrival of two tiny titans, Samantha’s two little sisters and proud daughters all of the Legendary Rick ‘Golden Goliath’ Sinclair!!
Predictably enough, Scarlet was the first to appear, practically bursting through the curtains before skidding to a stop, eyes filled of mischief and sporting a smirk, five foot two and one-hundred and ten pounds of Little Lioness perpetually ready to unleash her roar.
SCARLET SINCLAIR
Mary appeared scarcely a moment later, and yet was scampering to keep up, coming to a stop as she reached her sisters side and, momentarily overcome by so much direct, positive attention, bobbed herself down into a delightful little curtsy. Exactly five foot and no more than one hundred pounds, the redhead was as Petite as a Princess could be, and still rock the world of anyone she encountered!!
MARY SINCLAIR
Having made their introductions to a most grateful audience, Mary was set on making her way down to the squared circle before Scarlet stopped her in her tracks. The brunette was standing with her hands on her hips, head tilted to one side and her expression one of exaggerated pondering before, with a shake of her head, she decreed that their reception had not been suitably robust.
Stepping back for just a second, Scarlet threw her arms back up into the air and, taking their cue, the FAWNatics rose their ovation by several decibels further.
Seemingly satisfied with the crowds renewed efforts, the siblings set off down the ramp on their way to the squared circle, Mary taking the time to return as many welcomes as she was able without becoming completely flustered with embarrassment, just as Scarlet took an equal amount of time to flirt with each cute boy (and one cameraman) she encountered.
Soon enough, they reached the squared circle, the brunette taking the last few yards at a sprint before diving beneath the bottom rope, Mary joining her after popping up onto the apron and slipping between the top and middle ropes. Both climbed opposite corners and raised their hands high, the FAWNatics serenading the dynamic duo with fresh applause before they hopped down, joining their big sister at centre ring.
Usurpingly, the eldest of the Sinclair Sisters pulled both of them in for a hug, one that Mary embraced and Scarlet attempted (unsuccessfully) to escape from like an unruly kitten. Samantha let them both go after sharing a moment, the World’s Best Brits claiming a corner as their music died down.
“And their opponents,” Sammie continued in her chosen profession for the evening, although she seemed to be rapidly losing interest in her duties. “Bad Reputation.”
DANGEROUS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mx6ewZpuHjI
The house lights dropped to a more modest illumination as the opening chords drew every set of eyes in the arena to the empty stage, the lyrics ‘This is how it’s gonna be’ enrapturing their attention, the tag team’s reputation already sowing seeds of misgivings, but it wasn’t until…
“I’m Dangerous!!”
…reached every corner of the Orlando Arena that the BOOS began in earnest.
The duo of Daisy LeMay and Alejandra Fernandez emerged in tandem, regardless of the crowd’s hostile reaction, the odd couple of wrestling known as Bad Reputation pushing through the curtains in defiance of their lack of welcome.
ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ
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 wrapped tightly in one hundred percent leather, the tightness of its curves leaving little to the imagination and exposing a great deal of glistening, ebony skin.
DAISY LEMAY
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!
With a smile that was as sweet as could be, the seemingly delusional veteran was 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.
While Alejandra ascended the steels steps and entered the squared circle without ceremony, rolling her shoulders to remain limber, Daisy was clearly in no hurry herself, making an ill-advised attempt to swipe the cap that Sammie had just gifted to a young fan mere minutes earlier. She was thwarted however, the teen pulled further back into the protective (and wily) crowd to take her would be prize out of reach, LeMay pouting as though she was the one who had just been unjustly wronged.
Foiled in her first attempt to ruin someone’s evening, Daisy opted to join her partner in the ring, diving beneath the bottom rope and entering the squared circle.
Alejandra was stepping up to Samantha at centre ring, rolling her shoulders before her long running rival in an obvious display of intimidation, “Sinclair.”
“Fernandez,” Sammie returned the greeting, as cordially as could be and not backing down.
The Mexican Mauler looked past the Brit to one of her opponents for the evening, the bad blood between herself and Scarlet growing increasingly thick as of late. Alejandra scowled before looking back to Samantha, her lips quirking into the smallest of smirks. “Don’t go far,” she prompted, “I’ll be thinking of you.”
“That’s weird,” Scarlet piped up, always prepared to stir shit. “She barely thinks about you at all.”
Fernandez made to surge forwards, and the eldest of the Sinclair sisters got in her way, “You’ll wait for the bell.”
“You think you can stop me,” Alejandra questioned, her expression returning to a scowl as she looked the People’s Princess up and down. “Cripple?”
“You know I can,” Sammie retorted, button nose scrunching with just a little Babyfaced Dander.
Daisy stepped in, making an exaggerated whisper in her partners ear, Alejandra nodding slowly before grunting and stepping back. LeMay flashed all three of the Sinclair’s a grin that was sweet as could be before performing a ‘conciliatory’ bow, the duo of Bad Reputation backing up and claiming the opposite corner to their opponents.
Putting them out of mind, Sammie turned to her sisters and flashed them a fresh smile, reassuring them as she made her way out of the squared circle. “You got this!”
“Damn right we do,” Scarlet agreed without hesitation, hopping from one foot to the other and staying limber, her eyes only for Fernandez and evening the scales.
Mary also nodded slightly as she hopped up and down, stepping out onto the apron and clapping in support of her sister, knowing that Scarlet would not be deterred from starting first.
There was equally little debate from the corner of Bad Reputation, Daisy slipping out onto the apron, raising her hands up high and willing the FAWNatics to lend their voices in support of her faction. They didn’t, but that hardly prevented her from pretending that they did.
Sammie, flashing an enthusiastic grin, made herself at home at the commentary table, those stationed at the desk more than happy to make room for the Upstart Supreme to join them.
The Official made his way to centre ring and took control of the proceedings, taking a moment to ensure that both teams only had one occupant inside the squared circle, before raising his hand and calling for the bell.
Both Scarlet and Alejandra advanced quickly, hunkering low and ready, the Brit eager and practically bursting at the seams, Fernandez scowling and intense. They circled for a few seconds and then…
…Scarlet suddenly pulled up short, raising her hands up in parley, astonishing just about everyone in the arena.
“Stop, just a second,” the little brunette kept herself just out of reach of the irritated Mexican. “Look, relations between our two groups aren’t great. I take a little bit of the blame for that, so… fresh start?” she suggested, extending her hand for a shake, looking as innocent as she could possibly be…
…which wasn’t terribly.
The FAWNatics weren’t quite sure what to make of it, and neither was Alejandra, the Mexican Mauler eyeing the Brit suspiciously as she rolled her shoulders. Her expression remained one of disquiet even as she took Scarlet’s proffered hand in hers…
…promptly SQUEEZING it tight and YANKING the smaller Lightweight competitor forwards, Fernandez extending her free arm to practically behead the Barroom Brit with an underhanded and STIFF Clothesline…
…which Scarlet ducked neatly beneath with nimble dexterity and the pattering of quick feet!
Delivering a swing and miss, Alejandra was overbalanced, stumbling forwards a full two steps before regaining her footing. Fernandez growled deep in her throat, forcing down her frustrations as she turned about…
…and snapped out a sharp cry of pain as Scarlet responded quicker, the Brunette hopping on the spot, throwing herself forwards and angling the trajectory of her legs downwards to WHACK her opponents right shin with the boot leather of both of her feet!!
The FAWNatics responded in high spirits when Fernandez almost dropped down to one knee, but she recovered quickly, shaking off the pain and moving to advance. Unfortunately, advance is what her opponent had in mind as well, the Babe of Brawl back on her feet in a flash and, in her own way, snagged Alejandra by the back of her noggin and, without warning, SMACKED their respective craniums together in a sweet little Headbutt!
HEADBUTT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rPU0qCNDtMc
With their respective skulls bouncing off one another with an audible THUNK and a sympathetic ‘OOOOOO’ from the crowd, Fernandez growled out a curse as she back peddled away, squeezing her eyes shut as she cradled her throbbing features. She felt her shoulders meet a turnbuckle and, shaking her head, Alejandra refocused her pain into a sensation far more satisfying, pushing herself out from the corner with an intense desire to do harm…
…only for the Babe of Brawl to dart straight on past her, a blur of perpetual motion as she remained on the offensive, the crowd eating it up and then some. Sprinting into the space helpfully vacated by her opponent, Scarlet leapt into the air, bounded up onto the second rope before LAUNCHING herself off the coil. Whiplashing herself about in a high-flying twirl, she positively WHACKED Fernandez clean across her temple with a beautiful, jaw dropping Kick From Out Of F*&$ing No-Where!!
FROM OUT OF F*&$ING NO-WHERE!!: @2:50
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HaohEU16LPg
The FAWNatics WHOOPED at the display as Alejandra teetered on the spot before stumbling away, cradling her increasingly punished braincase as her ears were left ringing. Somehow, she managed to retain her footing, and the Prototype was feeling more incensed than ever.
Scarlet, having returned to earth with a hop, was revelling in the crowd’s adoration far too much to slow down now, situating herself back in the corner and popping her diminutive frame up to sitting on the top turnbuckle. Whilst there, Mary slapped on the small of her back to complete a sneaky tag as the Little Lioness continued to climb her way up all the way to the peak.
When Alejandra turned around, Scarlet took to the sky, bellowing a Warcry…
…which transformed into a great gasp of air, followed by a heady and loud GROAN as Fernandez LAUCNHED herself into retaliation, all but impaling the Brit’s trim, firm tummy as she speared her straight out of the air!!
Like a sack of potatoes, Scarlet was driven to the mat, gutted and heaving she crashed down onto the canvas and curled into a ball, cradling her midriff and quivering, laying on her side and struggling to inhale a fresh breath.
Alejandra pushed herself back up to standing from one knee, standing dominantly over the Barroom Brit and filled with thoughts of retribution…
…utterly failing to realise that Mary had tagged herself in mere seconds earlier.
Now the legal competitor, the Mighty Mite had swiftly taken her sisters place on the top turnbuckle and, with Fernandez distracted, the Li’lest Sinclair took to the sky, launching herself through the air, leading the way with both of her knees and SLAMMING the two joints square against her opponent’s chest! With considerable momentum, not to mention gravity behind her, she bowled the Prototype over, riding Alejandra down all the way to the mat.
The moment Fernandez’s shoulders were forcibly introduced to the canvas, the woman’s legs kicked up into the air in recoil, Mary happily collecting them both, leaning forwards and rolling her stronger adversary up onto a powerful little ball.
ONE!
T…
Alejandra shoved out of the pinfall with a shout, almost propelling the miniature combatant on top of her into the air during her escape.
Mary refused to be disheartened, not with the FAWNatics chanting…
“GO, MARY GO!!”
…from every corner of the arena, the redhead scrambling to her feet after being dislodged and sprinting towards the furthest set of ring ropes at an adorable dash. She turned into the coils and rebounded just as an irate Fernandez was getting back up to her feet, the Brit timing her charge to perfection as she leapt, flew through the air, wrapped her athletic stems about the noggin of her frustrated opponent and swung her entire, diminutive mass around. The whiplash motion and all of her body weight ensured that the Muscle of Bad Reputation was again torn off her feet, sent tumbling up and over before hitting the deck on the wrong end of a Hurricanrana!!
RUNNING HURRICANRANA
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OP80N2s_Ja4
Bewildered by the enforced, rapid rotations, the grounded Alejandra lay still for several seconds after skidding across the canvas, a stark contrast to the Sinclair she was sharing a ring with who, once again, bounded her way back up onto her sneakers.
“GO, MARY GO!!” “GO, MARY GO!!”
The crowd were now bellowing, as swept up in the sweetheart’s momentum as she was, the Petite Princess dashing across the ring until she reached yet another set of ring ropes, cheeks glowing crimson with excitement as she jumped, landed on the middle coil and rebounded with enough force to sky rocket her way backwards through the air, Mary rotating herself up and over in a sublime Moonsault!!
SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT:@start.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iJRzyyYf69A
Tummy to tummy, the Brit landed squarely atop the reeling Fernandez, the bigger girl releasing a great grunt of escaped air as she jack knifed around the splash before falling limp. Mary collected one of her foe’s legs, and pulled it in for a pin…
ONE!
TWO!!
Alejandra kicked out, much to the disappointment of the crowd, Fernandez slamming her palm down on the canvas in mounting frustration as she escaped.
Mary refused to be disheartened, bounding back up onto her feet as Scarlet rallied the troops outside the ring, waving her arms up into the air in support of her sister. With the crowd fully behind her, Mary set off at a sprint, hurtling towards the ring ropes before rebounding off the rubber coated steel like a slingshot. Building momentum, the FAWNatics responded, increasing the tempo of their own chants…
“GO, MARY GO!! GO, MARY GO!! GO, MARY GO!!”
…and the Freckled Fury tore across the ring to…
…eat the entirety of a Big Boot!!
BIG BOOT!!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iN3s_peiUCU
Back on her feet, Alejandra hit Mary HARD, the sole of her boot slamming against her foes torso and knocking her clean off the deck. Poleaxed, the Mighty Mite hit the canvas with a thud, stems briefly kicking up into the air before she crumpled, heaving for air and momentarily stunned.
Fernandez, a scowl etched across her features, ‘reloaded’ both of her biceps with stiff pumps before rolling her neck slowly, inhaling deeply after finally snatching the momentum of the match from the Sinclair’s. Unwilling to allow their current fortunes to switch places, Alejandra reached down, grabbed Mary by her throat and, much to the protest of the FAWNatics, scraped her off the canvas and bodily hoisted the smaller young woman up into the air!
For just a few seconds, the Brit gurgling as she clutched at the Mexican Maulers wrist, Mary was lifted clean off the mat before she was allowed to drop back down to her feet. Alejandra’s scowl deepened even further as she retained her grip, releasing a frustrated shout before she forcibly SLAMMED the Petite Princess backwards into a hostile corner, Daisy popping up and down in celebration close by!
With her back forcibly colliding with the turnbuckles, Mary guffed out a stunned gasp of air, petite body shuddering before she started to slump, pert little booty pressed down on the middle pad and her arms supported by the top ropes.
Alejandra already had her lined up, charging forwards with a shout, turning her muscled physique about at the last moment and SLAMMING into Mary’s petite frame, crushing her between a hardbody frame and the turnbuckles, the Brit exhaling a heady, pained GROOOOOAN to be picked up by a nearby camera man.
Fernandez strode away from the collision and Mary, a shimmy in her thighs, stumbled forwards from her prison, winded and barely keeping herself upright. With barely a pace separating them, Alejandra suddenly spun on the spot, extended her right arm, and damn near beheaded her opponent with brutal, Discuss Clothesline!!
CORNER MASSACRE@2:20.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tR7CQmJm2IQ
Mary hit the deck hard, many of the FAWNatics looking away as she flopped out on the mat, limbs spreading out in a starfish as she gazed with a blank expression upwards towards the rafters, petite bosom rising and falling slowly as she lay shellshocked.
Alejandra was on her in an instant, pressing one palm down on the girl’s cheek whilst scooping both of her gams up to roll her adversary into a tight ball…
ONE!
TWO!!
…Mary kicked out, displaying her Sinclair resolve and showing plenty of signs of life!!
The FAWNatics were exhaling a sigh of relief just as Scarlet was doing likewise, the Babe of Brawl slamming her palms down on the apron outside the ring.
“COME ON MARY!!” she shouted encouragement, “BEAT THIS BUM!!”
Fernandez spared her the most passing of irritated glances before getting back to work on Mary, grasping her petite rival and clocking her over the back of the head with a STIFF forearm! With the Brits senses once again suitably rattled, she bullied the redhead back up to her sneakers, dragging her on over to Bad Reputation territory before holding out her palm for her partner to complete a tag.
Daisy did so without hesitation, quickly scaling the turnbuckles with plenty of pep in her step until she reached the top ropes. Alejandra, meanwhile, turned Mary about to face her before collecting the smaller girl up into a FIERCE Bearhug, one that SQUEEEEEEZED the breath from the wilting, Freckled Furies body and swiftly left her swooning, popped up onto her tip toes as she struggling to inhale. After wringing a heady GRUNT from her opponent’s sleek physique with one further, fierce compression for good measure, Fernandez adjusted her grip to pop Mary even further up into the air, her arms coming to circle about the Brit firm thighs and exposing the girls head and shoulders to the heavens.
With no further invitation required, Daisy launched herself from her pedestal and took to the skies, WHOOPING as though she were a crowd favourite and NAILING the Mighty Mite with a high-flying clothesline!
After being WHACKED square and true, and being ripped from Alejandra’s grasp, Mary tumbled head over heels before crashing to the canvas, bouncing off her chest as, rendered suitably shellshocked, she rolled over onto her back in a dazed starfish. Some part of her attempted to get up, but that was likely to be little more than synapses misfiring, and she slumped back down into a heap a mere second or two later.
Daisy pounced atop, eager to claim a victory for her faction…
ONE!
TWO!!
…again, Mary surged back to life, shoving up her shoulder and rolling over onto her side, denying Bad Reputation their pound of flesh, the FAWNatics cheering her Sinclair resilience.
Daisy was, unsurprisingly, less impressed with transpiring events, but she hid her displeasure well behind a peppy shrug, snatching her opponent by her hair and dragging her up to her sneakers, her smile as sweet as could be as she flagrantly broke the rules. The Official would have had something to say about the illegal hold, were it not for the fact that LeMay didn’t retain it, the Dastardly Damsel instead spinning on the spot and bodily dragging Mary into a spin with her, releasing at the opportune moment to send the disoriented Brit stumbling towards an empty corner.
Mary hit the turnbuckles with a small guff, head still spinning from the offensives that she had been enduring, bracing herself against the corner as she turned slowly about. Unfortunately, Daisy was right on her, barrelling forwards into a charge before, with all the momentum in the world behind her, LeMay SLAMMED her posted elbow against the Li’lest Sinclair’s exposed temple!
Mary slumped, her head spinning, dazed and confused as Daisy sauntered away, pumping her right fist up into the air and WHOOPING as though she were a crowd favourite. The crowd answered her with boos, but she apparently didn’t hear them, flashing a bright smile as she pumped her fist again.
Without further prompting, she turned sharply on the spot, sprinting two paces before throwing herself into an admittedly dazzling handstand flip, one that brought her back up to boot leather just in time to hurl herself backwards to bodily connect with blistering, Avalanche Splash!!
Mary grunted, caught between Daisy and a hard place, knees all a shimmy before they gave out, the Brit slipping down to sitting in the corner with a winded moan.
LeMay bounced away with nary a care in the world, answering accolades that was not presented with a left Mary crumpled in her wake. With a skip in her step, she beat a large circle about the ring before zeroing back in on her target, a murderous glint her eye as she launched back into a renewed sprint. In no time at all, she arrived back before Mary and spun her booty around, SLAMMING her hip HARD against her opponent’s noggin, battering it between turnbuckle and thigh!
DAISY STAMPEDE@5:30
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YoVf1j3QW6Y&t=33s
Mary slumped over to one side, her peepers fluttering half lidded as she struggled to remember what day it was, nary even raising an arm in protest as Daisy lent forwards, grasped her by the ankles and bodily draaaaaaaaged her out of the corner like some kind of Cavewoman with her prize. Dropping her opponent athletic gams and dusting her hands off, LeMay pointed dramatically towards one set of turnbuckles before striding on over to the them with a skip in her step.
It didn’t take her long to climb the ropes before she reached the top, turning herself about and measuring up the distance. Taking just a moment to demonstrate her magnificence, Daisy took to the air and spread herself out for a beautiful Frog Splash…
…which Mary wanted nothing to do with!!
Digging deep, the Petite Princess rolled her way to safety, the FAWNatics erupting with renewed support just as LeMay released a panicked yelp, arriving from on high to eat nothing but canvas!!
With plywood flexing following her crash landing, Daisy hissed as she bounced and rolled away, cradling her ribs as she kicked the mat with one foot, Alejandra cursing and shaking her head outside the ring.
Scarlet, on the other hand, was showing more life than anyone, hopping up and down on the apron and clapping loudly, shouting her own brand of (well meaning) encouragement as she willed her sister to get it together and make the tag!! As Mary, dazed and disoriented, began to pull herself across the mat, the crowd joined in with her partners calls for a tactical withdraw, Scarlet leaning over the top rope as much as she could get away with, and stretching her arm out as far as her diminutive stature would allow her to go…
Mary pushed her way up onto her hands and knees, crawling slowly and reaching for the very tips of her siblings’ fingers…
…Daisy was back on her, ruining the moment and deflating the hopes of the audience all in one fell swoop, surging back up onto her feet with a pained grimace and, following a sprint, CRACKED Mary across the back of head with a wicked looking kick!!
Her head well and truly rattled, Mary flopped back down onto the mat, face first and struggling.
LeMay was apparently in no mood to continue showing off, her ribs now throbbing, and she quickly capitalised on her foes precarious state. The Cherry Cheeked Demon reached down and snatched both of Mary’s ankles, lifting those athletic stems before folding them together into a stiff cross, bracing one of her own legs to keep them locked in place. With the Brit’s lower limbs suitably trussed up, Daisy wasted no time in collecting one of the other girls’ wrists before doing likewise with the second, pulling back on Sinclair’s arms to painfully curl the girl’s spine the wrong way, and peel her upper body off the mat.
Mary released an extended, pained groan from the mistreatment, her freckled cheeks the picture of discomfort, but the worst was still to come as LeMay braced her right boot between her foes shoulder blades…
…before STAMPING the trussed up, Freckled Fury face first into the canvas!!
DAISY PLANTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-q0EAEtyJg
Mary bucked, quivered, shivered and then otherwise lay still after her features was forcibly introduced to the plywood, many of the FAWNatics wincing in sympathy themselves.
Daisy, feeling much more like herself, left her opponent in her wake as she sauntered on over in Scarlet’s direction, taunting the feisty brunette with an exaggerated ‘cry face’ before flipping her the bird. For a moment, turning her back on the Barroom Brit, LeMay considered going for a pin before, with a smirk, she instead thought of something much better.
Grabbing the stunned Mary by one ankle she, again and with a distinct lack of respect, draaaaaaaaged her across the ring as though she were property, taking her deep into hostile waters. Reaching her teams corner, Daisy held out her hand and accepted a tag from her partner, Alejandra ducking beneath the top rope to re-enter the ring.
“Tenderised her for you,” Daisy smirked and Fernandez merely inhaled a short, sharp anticipatory breath. “Could do with a little seasoning though.” Without saying another word, LeMay made one last tug on her opponent’s leg and rolled her up into her partners waiting grasp.
With Mary still facing down, Alejandra lifted both of those athletic steps, spreading them open about her hips and securing the young women in a wheelbarrow position. Following a sharp inhale, Fernandez flexed her powerful physique and bodily lifted the Mighty Mite within her grasp up into the air, seesawing Mary’s upper body skyward…
…which is where Daisy reintroduced herself, leaping, tucking herself up into a ball, and jamming both of her knees up tight against the redhead’s chin before letting gravity do the rest of the work. The force of nature obliged and, as both Mary and LeMay dropped back down to earth, it was the Brit’s cherub features that were blasted by the brutal Facebuster following their all too sudden stop!!
WHEELBARROW FACEBUSTER@0:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-A_gwzCHuNs
Mary recoiled as though she had been faceplanted on a landmine, and Alejandra released her to let the young woman crumble to the mat. Right leg twitching for just a second, she looked to be in little state to carry on as Fernandez dropped down to the canvas, straddled the smaller competitors’ hips and pressed down with just one palm on Mary’s chest, pinning her to the mat domineeringly.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE…
Mary SHOVED up a shoulder, a shout escaping from her body which was joined by the FAWNatics cheers, Scarlet sighing with relief whilst Sammie, proud big sister to be sure, was singing her siblings praises from the commentary table (and apparently winning a wager in the process, snacks exchanging hands in her favour).
For just a few moments, Alejandra’s frustrations betrayed her and she slammed one fist down on the canvas, glaring a hole through the Official.
“Sorry, Fernandez,” he held up his hands. “She kicked out in time.”
“Fine,” Alejandra shook her head, bottling her resentments back up for a later day, controlling her temper with a deep inhale. Getting to one knee, she CRACKED Mary across the forehead with a STIFF forearm to keep the resilient young women docile for a few moments longer. Collecting her foes noggin, she scraped her off the mat and bullied her up to vertical, only long enough however to scoop the smaller girl up into her arms and, much to the concern of those watching, muscling her up to lay atop and across one of her shoulders. With Mary suitably positioned to receive one of The Prototypes patented, devastating Powerslams, she marched to centre ring and glared murder in Samantha Sinclair’s direction.
“Like I said,” she snarled, loud enough to be heard from the commentary desk, adjusting her grip with an air of menace. “Thinking of you!”
She adjusted her grip, preparing to sling her cargo forwards…
…only for Mary to slip down out the back, just barely avoiding disaster.
The enthusiasm of the FAWNatics kicked up several notches the moment she landed on her sneakers and, as a momentarily flat-footed Alejandra spun sharply on the spot, Mary leapt into the air and caught her opponent flush across her chest with a sweet little dropkick!
Both hit the canvas, Alejandra at a tumble and Sinclair landing on her pert little booty, and both were equally quick to find her feet. Fernandez was by far the more aggressive, bullishly ignoring the pain of her suddenly compressed torso, only to eat a second drop kick that knocked the wind out of her and sent her straight back down onto her ass!
Alejandra, even more frustrated than before, found her feet quickly once again, refusing to let momentum slip right through her fingers now.
Mary, however, displayed zero intention of remaining within arm’s reach, the Petite Princess back on her feet in a flash, now sprinting directly away from her foe with a surge of Babyfaced adrenaline, aching from head to toe even as she threw herself into the ring ropes. She rebounded the moment the rubber coated steel pulled taunt, propelling back towards the centre of the squared circle, Alejandra ducking low to collect…
…nothing but air, Mary leap frogging clean over the top of any potential danger.
Launching an assault was evidently the last thing on redhead’s mind however as, without missing a step upon landing, she continued sprinting, making a B-Line for the team’s corner before she leapt the last two yards. With Scarlet hanging over the top rope as far as she could legally manage, the duo slapped palms to complete the tag and the FAWNatics erupted.
At the same time Mary was tumbling out of the ring for a much-needed breather and chance to recover, Scarlet was bursting with energy, practically bounding up to the top turnbuckle before hurling herself into the air. The crowd were regaled by her rarely displayed agility, the Babe of Brawl pivoting herself up and over just as Alejandra was turning about, catching the Muscle of Bad Reputation about her noggin and ripping her forwards in a bowing motion. The moment Scarlet’s taunt booty hit the canvas, all downwards momentum was brought to a crashing half, and Alejandra’s chin CRACKED down hard across the Brit’s shoulder on the wrong end of a high-flying Cutter!
SCARLET SUNSET
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Fernandez snapped back up to vertical in recoil, dark eyes flashing vacant as she teetered for a moment before she toppled sideways, landing across her back and in splaying of leaden limbs.
Scarlet was on top of her less than a second later, hooking a leg and going for a pin.
ONE!
T…
Daisy was taking absolutely zero chances, storming into the ring and throwing herself atop Scarlet with a double handed blow, breaking up the count before Alejandra was even given a chance to kick out.
The Brit was less than amused, getting back up to her feet at the same time as LeMay, the brunette getting all up in the blonde’s business before the Cherry Cheeked Demon could even think about taking advantage of her ambush.
“HEY!” Scarlet shoved Daisy hard, forcing her to retreat several steps before she recovered. “Wait your turn, your spanking comes later.”
LeMay didn’t like that, bristling as she surged forwards…
…only to be get cut off by the Official.
“Not tonight, Daisy,” the man in black and white warned. “No tag, you can’t be in the ring.”
Daisy continued to scowl in indignation, and Scarlet proceeded to get on her very last nerve by making a ‘cry face’ behind the Official, returning the earlier dismissal before following up with a smirk. LeMay scrambled for a retort but, with her cheeks reddening in frustration, nothing came to mind and so she retreated, furiously impotent as she stepped back out onto the apron.
“Of course,” Scarlet contemplated, “By process of elimination, that means I have to get back to spankin…”
Her thought would forever go unfinished, a recovered Alejandra synching up behind the youngest of the Sinclair’s and wrapping her arms about her waist tightly, clasping her hands together firmly atop Scarlet’s trim tummy. A swift, fierce constriction robbed the Little Lioness of much of her astonished breath as the Brit was popped up onto her tip toes by the force exerted by the stronger girl, an ‘erk’ escaping her lips before a groooooooan followed an even tighter, more ruthless constriction.
She gasped, eyes opening wide as her lips parted, petite body quivering as Fernandez exhaled deeply against the small of Scarlet’s exposed neck, the brunette quivering as she pushed down on the Mexican’s Maulers grip. There was no give, however, no slack to be found as she briefly grimaced with determination before an even tighter, more aggressive pulse from Alejandra’s flexed biceps robbed the brunette of her budding defiance. She slumped, for just a moment, Scarlet’s posture slackening as she released a deflated grunt, soon swaying in her rival’s arms as she was possessively popped up entirely off her feet.
As Scarlet’s right arm began to swing limply at her side, the Official moved in to ask the question…
“What do you say?” the man in black and white asked, the Brit’s head bobbing on her slim shoulders. “You want to…”
Whatever answer would have been forthcoming, Alejandra didn’t want to hear, temporarily dropping Scarlet back down to boot leather just long enough to brace her back, bend her knees and then, you a dominant shout, bodily swing Scarlet’s petite physique up and over with a blistering German Suplex!! The Brit was DRIVEN into the deck across the back of her head and shoulders, and for one brief moment she fell entirely flaccid before flopping over onto her side.
Alejandra didn’t let go, retaining her firm grip as she bodily bullied the Brit within her grasp back up to vertical, quickly repeating history as Scarlet groaned and shook her head. She didn’t get a say in the matter however, Fernandez releasing an even louder shout than before, powering the Barroom Brit up into the air for a second German Suplex!! This time, at the apex of her foes flight, the Mexican Mauler released her cargo, sending the brunette flipping head over heels before she crashed back down onto the mat!
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX@8:29
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Scarlet landed with a thud, bouncing a good inch before she came down to settle across her front, grimacing as she was finally able to inhale deeply once again. She blinked several times before, stubborn to her core, she struggled to find her hands and knees regardless of how much her world spun.
Fernandez was on her before she could recover, dragging Scarlet to her knees and sharply yanking her head back by her curls, squeezing the smaller girls’ cheeks together with her free hand and scowling down at her pained expression.
“The next time you want to get in my way,” Alejandra warned, pulling back even harder on the other girl’s proud pain mane, earning a short yelp from the Brits lips. “DoaarRRRHHHH FACK!!!”
Alejandra ripped her hand away from Scarlet’s abused features as, after taking exception to the illegal hair pull, the Babe of Brawl had twisted her head sharply and BIT!! down on the Muscle of Bad Reputations thumb!!
As Fernandez stumbled away cradling her mitten, Scarlet shook her head in an effort to clear her own daze, climbing her way back up to vertical as a furious Alejandra turned back around to face…
…an impressive replica of Scarlet’s ‘big’ sisters patented Sammie Kick!!
The sole of her boot connected solidly with the underside of Alejandra’s jaw with a meaty WHACK!, causing her head to snap backwards and the Mexican Mauler to barely remain standing with a visible shimmy him her hips.
Scarlet moved in, sensing opportunity as the FAWNatics rallied behind her, the Brit going for the throat like the good Little Lioness that she was. Jamming one arm through the thighs of her rival, and wrapping the other about the stronger girl’s shoulder, the brunette decided it was well past time to go big, or go home. Bracing her back and inhaling deeply, Scarlet released a roar reminiscent of her old man as she dug deep and powered Alejandra up off her feet, managing to lift her up, pivot her opponent upside down, and then sit out, DRIVING!! the back of the Prototypes head and shoulders into the deck!!
SCARLET DRIVER
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Fernandez whole body spasmed sharply the moment her nogging was NAILED into the canvas, but with her right leg still captured by Scarlet, she had no hope of bucking away. The Brit retained her grip as the FAWNatics cheered, folding the well and truly blasted Alejandra up into the tightest of balls between her splayed legs, buttocks pointed skywards towards the rafters.
The Official dropped down to the canvas…
ONE!
Daisy dived into the ring, sprinting to make the save…
TWO!!
Mary BURST back onto the scene, suitably recovered enough to springboard her spritely mass high into the air off the top rope, spreading herself out wide to connect with LeMay with a beautiful Cross Body Splash, dramatically cutting her off at the pass…
THREE!!!
The Bell rand and, seconds later…
READY TO GO
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…returned to the loud speakers, the crowd responding in the positive and filling the arena with cheers.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the Announcer cut in, making it official. “Your winners by Pinfall, the Worlds! Best!! Brits!!!”
Scarlet, victory secured, grimaced for just a moment before shoving away Alejandra’s right leg, heart beating a mile a minute as she started get up…
…which was exactly when Mary Sinclair ambushed her…
…with the biggest of hugs!!
“GAH!” Scarlet complained before giving up, surrendering to the embrace for at least a few seconds before Mary let go, the redhead blushing with embarrassment.
“Sorry,” she apologised, straddling the line between feeling sheepish and being overwhelmed with giddiness. “We won!”
“Well duh,” Scarlet smirked back, grasping her sister’s wrist and raising it up high, more than happy to accept the accolades of an adoring public. “Drink it up,” she encouraged with an ever-familiar flash of mischief before heading on over to one corner and climbing the turnbuckles, whipping both of her arms up high to rile the crowd up into delivering even greater displays of appreciation.
Mary performed a grateful little curtsy and, cheeks blazing crimson, took her sisters advice, enjoying her victory on the first PPV of the year.
FEEL INVINCIBLE
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…burst into life over loud speakers, the packed arena officially lost their collective shit, no-one in attendance having been aware that the Upstart Supreme, Samantha Sinclair, would be returning to the Orlando Arena tonight!
SAMANTHA SINCLAIR
While it was almost immediately apparent to one and all that the Perfectly Petite Brit wouldn’t be competing, the little brunette attired in her favourite pair of jeans and the snuggliest looking jumper ever to be worn by a Sinclair, those watching never the less raised the roof the moment she appeared on the stage. She beamed, freckled cheeks alight and arms outstretched, as pleased to see her Legionnaires as they were to see her.
She saluted, and then set off down the ramp, curls of chocolate brown bouncing across her slim shoulders as the former EurAsia and Lightweight Champion lit up the crowd with her very presence.
Effortlessly disarming all with her easy smile and welcoming demeanour, Sammie strode from one side of the aisle to the other with both a brisk pace and light stride, returning many a high five and living up to her title and then some. In the years since her debute, the People’s Princess had grown from being a young girl into being a young woman, seemingly blossoming before the very eyes of the FAWNatics as she stole people’s hearts with the same ease that others applied to breathing.
As the squared circle rapidly approached, she beat a quick detour upon spotting a big brother and little sister combo in the front row, the girl beaming whilst sporting a ‘SAMMIE KICK!!’ shirt. Sinclair approved her choice of allegiance by removing her own cap and placing it on the fans head, gifting her with the souvenir that was sure to make her entire evening. For the brother, she gifted him with a cheeky ‘Boop’ to his nose as she continued to pass by, the young man both falling in love and having his heart broken in the same instant. He didn’t seem too much mind though, smitten as he now was, and the Upstart Supreme continued on her way to the ring.
Picking up the pace at the last second, Sam bounded up onto the apron and, in a single, fluid motion, vaulted over the top rope with a pivot and landed on her sneakers with a fresh bounce in her stride. She met the Announcer at centre ring and accepted from his possession a microphone, assuring the gentlemen in question that she could take over from here.
“Wow,” she declared, the crowd already eating out of the palm of her hand. “Last year kind of sucked didn’t it?”
Wholeheartedly, the FAWNatics agreed, but they remained in high spirits given current circumstances.
“I mean, sure, there were high spots. I was EurAsia Champion,” the crowd roared in approval at that. “Which was great, right up until Cleona Flynn ran over me and put me on the shelf for good measure.”
The audience let their collective feelings be known about that, frustrated that the People’s Princess had been left unable to compete for the better part of half a year. Sammie held up a hand to placate them.
“Hey, it’s ok,” she promised with the flash of a reassuring smirk and the barest twinkle of mischief in her eye. “It happens, the Redheaded Reaper was too much for me at Mayhem, but we all KNOW that our girl, JAIME LONDON, is going to kick that sociopath’s ass ALL OVER this ring later tonight!!”
Once again, the FAWNatics in attendance erupted, almost launching the roof off the arena with their chants in support of the Sensational Spin Off in question. The moment they calmed down; Sammie took her opportunity to continue.
“As for me, as you can see, I’m still not exactly cleared to compete.”
Once again, the masses accepted her prompts, either not realising it, or not caring that they were subject to her every whim, and railed against the very notion that the medics wouldn’t clear the little Brit to compete.
“Now, now, be nice,” Sammie interrupted them, a smile on her lips and flush in her cheeks. “Eric’s just doing his job. If Kat Smith couldn’t put me down for good, then no-one will. Besides,” she paused for effect, tapping her chin in thought. “I’m sure I can still find a way to make myself useful.”
Standing straight and making herself look as ‘serious’ as possible, Sinclair puffed out her chest and made herself heard.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” she began, making her voice deeper in a rough approximation of the fine gentlemen who usually performed this very duty. “The Following Tag Team Match will be for One Fall and a Time Limit I arbitrarily decide. Introducing first, at a combined weight of not very much, and an average height of still shorter than me, your FUTURE Tag Team Champions, the Babe of Brawl and the Freckled Fury, Scarlet and Mary Sinclair, the new WORLDS! BEST!! BRITS!!!”
READY TO GO
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Requiring little by way of further encouragement, the FAWNatics raised their collective voices in support the moment the otherwise unfamiliar track began to boom over the robust sound system. It wasn’t until the track hit the chorus, however, that their voices reached more appropriate levels of excitement…
“ARE YOU READY TO GO!?!”
…heralded the arrival of two tiny titans, Samantha’s two little sisters and proud daughters all of the Legendary Rick ‘Golden Goliath’ Sinclair!!
Predictably enough, Scarlet was the first to appear, practically bursting through the curtains before skidding to a stop, eyes filled of mischief and sporting a smirk, five foot two and one-hundred and ten pounds of Little Lioness perpetually ready to unleash her roar.
SCARLET SINCLAIR
Mary appeared scarcely a moment later, and yet was scampering to keep up, coming to a stop as she reached her sisters side and, momentarily overcome by so much direct, positive attention, bobbed herself down into a delightful little curtsy. Exactly five foot and no more than one hundred pounds, the redhead was as Petite as a Princess could be, and still rock the world of anyone she encountered!!
MARY SINCLAIR
Having made their introductions to a most grateful audience, Mary was set on making her way down to the squared circle before Scarlet stopped her in her tracks. The brunette was standing with her hands on her hips, head tilted to one side and her expression one of exaggerated pondering before, with a shake of her head, she decreed that their reception had not been suitably robust.
Stepping back for just a second, Scarlet threw her arms back up into the air and, taking their cue, the FAWNatics rose their ovation by several decibels further.
Seemingly satisfied with the crowds renewed efforts, the siblings set off down the ramp on their way to the squared circle, Mary taking the time to return as many welcomes as she was able without becoming completely flustered with embarrassment, just as Scarlet took an equal amount of time to flirt with each cute boy (and one cameraman) she encountered.
Soon enough, they reached the squared circle, the brunette taking the last few yards at a sprint before diving beneath the bottom rope, Mary joining her after popping up onto the apron and slipping between the top and middle ropes. Both climbed opposite corners and raised their hands high, the FAWNatics serenading the dynamic duo with fresh applause before they hopped down, joining their big sister at centre ring.
Usurpingly, the eldest of the Sinclair Sisters pulled both of them in for a hug, one that Mary embraced and Scarlet attempted (unsuccessfully) to escape from like an unruly kitten. Samantha let them both go after sharing a moment, the World’s Best Brits claiming a corner as their music died down.
“And their opponents,” Sammie continued in her chosen profession for the evening, although she seemed to be rapidly losing interest in her duties. “Bad Reputation.”
DANGEROUS
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The house lights dropped to a more modest illumination as the opening chords drew every set of eyes in the arena to the empty stage, the lyrics ‘This is how it’s gonna be’ enrapturing their attention, the tag team’s reputation already sowing seeds of misgivings, but it wasn’t until…
“I’m Dangerous!!”
…reached every corner of the Orlando Arena that the BOOS began in earnest.
The duo of Daisy LeMay and Alejandra Fernandez emerged in tandem, regardless of the crowd’s hostile reaction, the odd couple of wrestling known as Bad Reputation pushing through the curtains in defiance of their lack of welcome.
ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ
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 wrapped tightly in one hundred percent leather, the tightness of its curves leaving little to the imagination and exposing a great deal of glistening, ebony skin.
DAISY LEMAY
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!
With a smile that was as sweet as could be, the seemingly delusional veteran was 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.
While Alejandra ascended the steels steps and entered the squared circle without ceremony, rolling her shoulders to remain limber, Daisy was clearly in no hurry herself, making an ill-advised attempt to swipe the cap that Sammie had just gifted to a young fan mere minutes earlier. She was thwarted however, the teen pulled further back into the protective (and wily) crowd to take her would be prize out of reach, LeMay pouting as though she was the one who had just been unjustly wronged.
Foiled in her first attempt to ruin someone’s evening, Daisy opted to join her partner in the ring, diving beneath the bottom rope and entering the squared circle.
Alejandra was stepping up to Samantha at centre ring, rolling her shoulders before her long running rival in an obvious display of intimidation, “Sinclair.”
“Fernandez,” Sammie returned the greeting, as cordially as could be and not backing down.
The Mexican Mauler looked past the Brit to one of her opponents for the evening, the bad blood between herself and Scarlet growing increasingly thick as of late. Alejandra scowled before looking back to Samantha, her lips quirking into the smallest of smirks. “Don’t go far,” she prompted, “I’ll be thinking of you.”
“That’s weird,” Scarlet piped up, always prepared to stir shit. “She barely thinks about you at all.”
Fernandez made to surge forwards, and the eldest of the Sinclair sisters got in her way, “You’ll wait for the bell.”
“You think you can stop me,” Alejandra questioned, her expression returning to a scowl as she looked the People’s Princess up and down. “Cripple?”
“You know I can,” Sammie retorted, button nose scrunching with just a little Babyfaced Dander.
Daisy stepped in, making an exaggerated whisper in her partners ear, Alejandra nodding slowly before grunting and stepping back. LeMay flashed all three of the Sinclair’s a grin that was sweet as could be before performing a ‘conciliatory’ bow, the duo of Bad Reputation backing up and claiming the opposite corner to their opponents.
Putting them out of mind, Sammie turned to her sisters and flashed them a fresh smile, reassuring them as she made her way out of the squared circle. “You got this!”
“Damn right we do,” Scarlet agreed without hesitation, hopping from one foot to the other and staying limber, her eyes only for Fernandez and evening the scales.
Mary also nodded slightly as she hopped up and down, stepping out onto the apron and clapping in support of her sister, knowing that Scarlet would not be deterred from starting first.
There was equally little debate from the corner of Bad Reputation, Daisy slipping out onto the apron, raising her hands up high and willing the FAWNatics to lend their voices in support of her faction. They didn’t, but that hardly prevented her from pretending that they did.
Sammie, flashing an enthusiastic grin, made herself at home at the commentary table, those stationed at the desk more than happy to make room for the Upstart Supreme to join them.
The Official made his way to centre ring and took control of the proceedings, taking a moment to ensure that both teams only had one occupant inside the squared circle, before raising his hand and calling for the bell.
Both Scarlet and Alejandra advanced quickly, hunkering low and ready, the Brit eager and practically bursting at the seams, Fernandez scowling and intense. They circled for a few seconds and then…
…Scarlet suddenly pulled up short, raising her hands up in parley, astonishing just about everyone in the arena.
“Stop, just a second,” the little brunette kept herself just out of reach of the irritated Mexican. “Look, relations between our two groups aren’t great. I take a little bit of the blame for that, so… fresh start?” she suggested, extending her hand for a shake, looking as innocent as she could possibly be…
…which wasn’t terribly.
The FAWNatics weren’t quite sure what to make of it, and neither was Alejandra, the Mexican Mauler eyeing the Brit suspiciously as she rolled her shoulders. Her expression remained one of disquiet even as she took Scarlet’s proffered hand in hers…
…promptly SQUEEZING it tight and YANKING the smaller Lightweight competitor forwards, Fernandez extending her free arm to practically behead the Barroom Brit with an underhanded and STIFF Clothesline…
…which Scarlet ducked neatly beneath with nimble dexterity and the pattering of quick feet!
Delivering a swing and miss, Alejandra was overbalanced, stumbling forwards a full two steps before regaining her footing. Fernandez growled deep in her throat, forcing down her frustrations as she turned about…
…and snapped out a sharp cry of pain as Scarlet responded quicker, the Brunette hopping on the spot, throwing herself forwards and angling the trajectory of her legs downwards to WHACK her opponents right shin with the boot leather of both of her feet!!
The FAWNatics responded in high spirits when Fernandez almost dropped down to one knee, but she recovered quickly, shaking off the pain and moving to advance. Unfortunately, advance is what her opponent had in mind as well, the Babe of Brawl back on her feet in a flash and, in her own way, snagged Alejandra by the back of her noggin and, without warning, SMACKED their respective craniums together in a sweet little Headbutt!
HEADBUTT
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With their respective skulls bouncing off one another with an audible THUNK and a sympathetic ‘OOOOOO’ from the crowd, Fernandez growled out a curse as she back peddled away, squeezing her eyes shut as she cradled her throbbing features. She felt her shoulders meet a turnbuckle and, shaking her head, Alejandra refocused her pain into a sensation far more satisfying, pushing herself out from the corner with an intense desire to do harm…
…only for the Babe of Brawl to dart straight on past her, a blur of perpetual motion as she remained on the offensive, the crowd eating it up and then some. Sprinting into the space helpfully vacated by her opponent, Scarlet leapt into the air, bounded up onto the second rope before LAUNCHING herself off the coil. Whiplashing herself about in a high-flying twirl, she positively WHACKED Fernandez clean across her temple with a beautiful, jaw dropping Kick From Out Of F*&$ing No-Where!!
FROM OUT OF F*&$ING NO-WHERE!!: @2:50
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The FAWNatics WHOOPED at the display as Alejandra teetered on the spot before stumbling away, cradling her increasingly punished braincase as her ears were left ringing. Somehow, she managed to retain her footing, and the Prototype was feeling more incensed than ever.
Scarlet, having returned to earth with a hop, was revelling in the crowd’s adoration far too much to slow down now, situating herself back in the corner and popping her diminutive frame up to sitting on the top turnbuckle. Whilst there, Mary slapped on the small of her back to complete a sneaky tag as the Little Lioness continued to climb her way up all the way to the peak.
When Alejandra turned around, Scarlet took to the sky, bellowing a Warcry…
…which transformed into a great gasp of air, followed by a heady and loud GROAN as Fernandez LAUCNHED herself into retaliation, all but impaling the Brit’s trim, firm tummy as she speared her straight out of the air!!
Like a sack of potatoes, Scarlet was driven to the mat, gutted and heaving she crashed down onto the canvas and curled into a ball, cradling her midriff and quivering, laying on her side and struggling to inhale a fresh breath.
Alejandra pushed herself back up to standing from one knee, standing dominantly over the Barroom Brit and filled with thoughts of retribution…
…utterly failing to realise that Mary had tagged herself in mere seconds earlier.
Now the legal competitor, the Mighty Mite had swiftly taken her sisters place on the top turnbuckle and, with Fernandez distracted, the Li’lest Sinclair took to the sky, launching herself through the air, leading the way with both of her knees and SLAMMING the two joints square against her opponent’s chest! With considerable momentum, not to mention gravity behind her, she bowled the Prototype over, riding Alejandra down all the way to the mat.
The moment Fernandez’s shoulders were forcibly introduced to the canvas, the woman’s legs kicked up into the air in recoil, Mary happily collecting them both, leaning forwards and rolling her stronger adversary up onto a powerful little ball.
ONE!
T…
Alejandra shoved out of the pinfall with a shout, almost propelling the miniature combatant on top of her into the air during her escape.
Mary refused to be disheartened, not with the FAWNatics chanting…
“GO, MARY GO!!”
…from every corner of the arena, the redhead scrambling to her feet after being dislodged and sprinting towards the furthest set of ring ropes at an adorable dash. She turned into the coils and rebounded just as an irate Fernandez was getting back up to her feet, the Brit timing her charge to perfection as she leapt, flew through the air, wrapped her athletic stems about the noggin of her frustrated opponent and swung her entire, diminutive mass around. The whiplash motion and all of her body weight ensured that the Muscle of Bad Reputation was again torn off her feet, sent tumbling up and over before hitting the deck on the wrong end of a Hurricanrana!!
RUNNING HURRICANRANA
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Bewildered by the enforced, rapid rotations, the grounded Alejandra lay still for several seconds after skidding across the canvas, a stark contrast to the Sinclair she was sharing a ring with who, once again, bounded her way back up onto her sneakers.
“GO, MARY GO!!” “GO, MARY GO!!”
The crowd were now bellowing, as swept up in the sweetheart’s momentum as she was, the Petite Princess dashing across the ring until she reached yet another set of ring ropes, cheeks glowing crimson with excitement as she jumped, landed on the middle coil and rebounded with enough force to sky rocket her way backwards through the air, Mary rotating herself up and over in a sublime Moonsault!!
SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT:@start.
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Tummy to tummy, the Brit landed squarely atop the reeling Fernandez, the bigger girl releasing a great grunt of escaped air as she jack knifed around the splash before falling limp. Mary collected one of her foe’s legs, and pulled it in for a pin…
ONE!
TWO!!
Alejandra kicked out, much to the disappointment of the crowd, Fernandez slamming her palm down on the canvas in mounting frustration as she escaped.
Mary refused to be disheartened, bounding back up onto her feet as Scarlet rallied the troops outside the ring, waving her arms up into the air in support of her sister. With the crowd fully behind her, Mary set off at a sprint, hurtling towards the ring ropes before rebounding off the rubber coated steel like a slingshot. Building momentum, the FAWNatics responded, increasing the tempo of their own chants…
“GO, MARY GO!! GO, MARY GO!! GO, MARY GO!!”
…and the Freckled Fury tore across the ring to…
…eat the entirety of a Big Boot!!
BIG BOOT!!
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Back on her feet, Alejandra hit Mary HARD, the sole of her boot slamming against her foes torso and knocking her clean off the deck. Poleaxed, the Mighty Mite hit the canvas with a thud, stems briefly kicking up into the air before she crumpled, heaving for air and momentarily stunned.
Fernandez, a scowl etched across her features, ‘reloaded’ both of her biceps with stiff pumps before rolling her neck slowly, inhaling deeply after finally snatching the momentum of the match from the Sinclair’s. Unwilling to allow their current fortunes to switch places, Alejandra reached down, grabbed Mary by her throat and, much to the protest of the FAWNatics, scraped her off the canvas and bodily hoisted the smaller young woman up into the air!
For just a few seconds, the Brit gurgling as she clutched at the Mexican Maulers wrist, Mary was lifted clean off the mat before she was allowed to drop back down to her feet. Alejandra’s scowl deepened even further as she retained her grip, releasing a frustrated shout before she forcibly SLAMMED the Petite Princess backwards into a hostile corner, Daisy popping up and down in celebration close by!
With her back forcibly colliding with the turnbuckles, Mary guffed out a stunned gasp of air, petite body shuddering before she started to slump, pert little booty pressed down on the middle pad and her arms supported by the top ropes.
Alejandra already had her lined up, charging forwards with a shout, turning her muscled physique about at the last moment and SLAMMING into Mary’s petite frame, crushing her between a hardbody frame and the turnbuckles, the Brit exhaling a heady, pained GROOOOOAN to be picked up by a nearby camera man.
Fernandez strode away from the collision and Mary, a shimmy in her thighs, stumbled forwards from her prison, winded and barely keeping herself upright. With barely a pace separating them, Alejandra suddenly spun on the spot, extended her right arm, and damn near beheaded her opponent with brutal, Discuss Clothesline!!
CORNER MASSACRE@2:20.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tR7CQmJm2IQ
Mary hit the deck hard, many of the FAWNatics looking away as she flopped out on the mat, limbs spreading out in a starfish as she gazed with a blank expression upwards towards the rafters, petite bosom rising and falling slowly as she lay shellshocked.
Alejandra was on her in an instant, pressing one palm down on the girl’s cheek whilst scooping both of her gams up to roll her adversary into a tight ball…
ONE!
TWO!!
…Mary kicked out, displaying her Sinclair resolve and showing plenty of signs of life!!
The FAWNatics were exhaling a sigh of relief just as Scarlet was doing likewise, the Babe of Brawl slamming her palms down on the apron outside the ring.
“COME ON MARY!!” she shouted encouragement, “BEAT THIS BUM!!”
Fernandez spared her the most passing of irritated glances before getting back to work on Mary, grasping her petite rival and clocking her over the back of the head with a STIFF forearm! With the Brits senses once again suitably rattled, she bullied the redhead back up to her sneakers, dragging her on over to Bad Reputation territory before holding out her palm for her partner to complete a tag.
Daisy did so without hesitation, quickly scaling the turnbuckles with plenty of pep in her step until she reached the top ropes. Alejandra, meanwhile, turned Mary about to face her before collecting the smaller girl up into a FIERCE Bearhug, one that SQUEEEEEEZED the breath from the wilting, Freckled Furies body and swiftly left her swooning, popped up onto her tip toes as she struggling to inhale. After wringing a heady GRUNT from her opponent’s sleek physique with one further, fierce compression for good measure, Fernandez adjusted her grip to pop Mary even further up into the air, her arms coming to circle about the Brit firm thighs and exposing the girls head and shoulders to the heavens.
With no further invitation required, Daisy launched herself from her pedestal and took to the skies, WHOOPING as though she were a crowd favourite and NAILING the Mighty Mite with a high-flying clothesline!
After being WHACKED square and true, and being ripped from Alejandra’s grasp, Mary tumbled head over heels before crashing to the canvas, bouncing off her chest as, rendered suitably shellshocked, she rolled over onto her back in a dazed starfish. Some part of her attempted to get up, but that was likely to be little more than synapses misfiring, and she slumped back down into a heap a mere second or two later.
Daisy pounced atop, eager to claim a victory for her faction…
ONE!
TWO!!
…again, Mary surged back to life, shoving up her shoulder and rolling over onto her side, denying Bad Reputation their pound of flesh, the FAWNatics cheering her Sinclair resilience.
Daisy was, unsurprisingly, less impressed with transpiring events, but she hid her displeasure well behind a peppy shrug, snatching her opponent by her hair and dragging her up to her sneakers, her smile as sweet as could be as she flagrantly broke the rules. The Official would have had something to say about the illegal hold, were it not for the fact that LeMay didn’t retain it, the Dastardly Damsel instead spinning on the spot and bodily dragging Mary into a spin with her, releasing at the opportune moment to send the disoriented Brit stumbling towards an empty corner.
Mary hit the turnbuckles with a small guff, head still spinning from the offensives that she had been enduring, bracing herself against the corner as she turned slowly about. Unfortunately, Daisy was right on her, barrelling forwards into a charge before, with all the momentum in the world behind her, LeMay SLAMMED her posted elbow against the Li’lest Sinclair’s exposed temple!
Mary slumped, her head spinning, dazed and confused as Daisy sauntered away, pumping her right fist up into the air and WHOOPING as though she were a crowd favourite. The crowd answered her with boos, but she apparently didn’t hear them, flashing a bright smile as she pumped her fist again.
Without further prompting, she turned sharply on the spot, sprinting two paces before throwing herself into an admittedly dazzling handstand flip, one that brought her back up to boot leather just in time to hurl herself backwards to bodily connect with blistering, Avalanche Splash!!
Mary grunted, caught between Daisy and a hard place, knees all a shimmy before they gave out, the Brit slipping down to sitting in the corner with a winded moan.
LeMay bounced away with nary a care in the world, answering accolades that was not presented with a left Mary crumpled in her wake. With a skip in her step, she beat a large circle about the ring before zeroing back in on her target, a murderous glint her eye as she launched back into a renewed sprint. In no time at all, she arrived back before Mary and spun her booty around, SLAMMING her hip HARD against her opponent’s noggin, battering it between turnbuckle and thigh!
DAISY STAMPEDE@5:30
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YoVf1j3QW6Y&t=33s
Mary slumped over to one side, her peepers fluttering half lidded as she struggled to remember what day it was, nary even raising an arm in protest as Daisy lent forwards, grasped her by the ankles and bodily draaaaaaaaged her out of the corner like some kind of Cavewoman with her prize. Dropping her opponent athletic gams and dusting her hands off, LeMay pointed dramatically towards one set of turnbuckles before striding on over to the them with a skip in her step.
It didn’t take her long to climb the ropes before she reached the top, turning herself about and measuring up the distance. Taking just a moment to demonstrate her magnificence, Daisy took to the air and spread herself out for a beautiful Frog Splash…
…which Mary wanted nothing to do with!!
Digging deep, the Petite Princess rolled her way to safety, the FAWNatics erupting with renewed support just as LeMay released a panicked yelp, arriving from on high to eat nothing but canvas!!
With plywood flexing following her crash landing, Daisy hissed as she bounced and rolled away, cradling her ribs as she kicked the mat with one foot, Alejandra cursing and shaking her head outside the ring.
Scarlet, on the other hand, was showing more life than anyone, hopping up and down on the apron and clapping loudly, shouting her own brand of (well meaning) encouragement as she willed her sister to get it together and make the tag!! As Mary, dazed and disoriented, began to pull herself across the mat, the crowd joined in with her partners calls for a tactical withdraw, Scarlet leaning over the top rope as much as she could get away with, and stretching her arm out as far as her diminutive stature would allow her to go…
Mary pushed her way up onto her hands and knees, crawling slowly and reaching for the very tips of her siblings’ fingers…
…Daisy was back on her, ruining the moment and deflating the hopes of the audience all in one fell swoop, surging back up onto her feet with a pained grimace and, following a sprint, CRACKED Mary across the back of head with a wicked looking kick!!
Her head well and truly rattled, Mary flopped back down onto the mat, face first and struggling.
LeMay was apparently in no mood to continue showing off, her ribs now throbbing, and she quickly capitalised on her foes precarious state. The Cherry Cheeked Demon reached down and snatched both of Mary’s ankles, lifting those athletic stems before folding them together into a stiff cross, bracing one of her own legs to keep them locked in place. With the Brit’s lower limbs suitably trussed up, Daisy wasted no time in collecting one of the other girls’ wrists before doing likewise with the second, pulling back on Sinclair’s arms to painfully curl the girl’s spine the wrong way, and peel her upper body off the mat.
Mary released an extended, pained groan from the mistreatment, her freckled cheeks the picture of discomfort, but the worst was still to come as LeMay braced her right boot between her foes shoulder blades…
…before STAMPING the trussed up, Freckled Fury face first into the canvas!!
DAISY PLANTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-q0EAEtyJg
Mary bucked, quivered, shivered and then otherwise lay still after her features was forcibly introduced to the plywood, many of the FAWNatics wincing in sympathy themselves.
Daisy, feeling much more like herself, left her opponent in her wake as she sauntered on over in Scarlet’s direction, taunting the feisty brunette with an exaggerated ‘cry face’ before flipping her the bird. For a moment, turning her back on the Barroom Brit, LeMay considered going for a pin before, with a smirk, she instead thought of something much better.
Grabbing the stunned Mary by one ankle she, again and with a distinct lack of respect, draaaaaaaaged her across the ring as though she were property, taking her deep into hostile waters. Reaching her teams corner, Daisy held out her hand and accepted a tag from her partner, Alejandra ducking beneath the top rope to re-enter the ring.
“Tenderised her for you,” Daisy smirked and Fernandez merely inhaled a short, sharp anticipatory breath. “Could do with a little seasoning though.” Without saying another word, LeMay made one last tug on her opponent’s leg and rolled her up into her partners waiting grasp.
With Mary still facing down, Alejandra lifted both of those athletic steps, spreading them open about her hips and securing the young women in a wheelbarrow position. Following a sharp inhale, Fernandez flexed her powerful physique and bodily lifted the Mighty Mite within her grasp up into the air, seesawing Mary’s upper body skyward…
…which is where Daisy reintroduced herself, leaping, tucking herself up into a ball, and jamming both of her knees up tight against the redhead’s chin before letting gravity do the rest of the work. The force of nature obliged and, as both Mary and LeMay dropped back down to earth, it was the Brit’s cherub features that were blasted by the brutal Facebuster following their all too sudden stop!!
WHEELBARROW FACEBUSTER@0:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-A_gwzCHuNs
Mary recoiled as though she had been faceplanted on a landmine, and Alejandra released her to let the young woman crumble to the mat. Right leg twitching for just a second, she looked to be in little state to carry on as Fernandez dropped down to the canvas, straddled the smaller competitors’ hips and pressed down with just one palm on Mary’s chest, pinning her to the mat domineeringly.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE…
Mary SHOVED up a shoulder, a shout escaping from her body which was joined by the FAWNatics cheers, Scarlet sighing with relief whilst Sammie, proud big sister to be sure, was singing her siblings praises from the commentary table (and apparently winning a wager in the process, snacks exchanging hands in her favour).
For just a few moments, Alejandra’s frustrations betrayed her and she slammed one fist down on the canvas, glaring a hole through the Official.
“Sorry, Fernandez,” he held up his hands. “She kicked out in time.”
“Fine,” Alejandra shook her head, bottling her resentments back up for a later day, controlling her temper with a deep inhale. Getting to one knee, she CRACKED Mary across the forehead with a STIFF forearm to keep the resilient young women docile for a few moments longer. Collecting her foes noggin, she scraped her off the mat and bullied her up to vertical, only long enough however to scoop the smaller girl up into her arms and, much to the concern of those watching, muscling her up to lay atop and across one of her shoulders. With Mary suitably positioned to receive one of The Prototypes patented, devastating Powerslams, she marched to centre ring and glared murder in Samantha Sinclair’s direction.
“Like I said,” she snarled, loud enough to be heard from the commentary desk, adjusting her grip with an air of menace. “Thinking of you!”
She adjusted her grip, preparing to sling her cargo forwards…
…only for Mary to slip down out the back, just barely avoiding disaster.
The enthusiasm of the FAWNatics kicked up several notches the moment she landed on her sneakers and, as a momentarily flat-footed Alejandra spun sharply on the spot, Mary leapt into the air and caught her opponent flush across her chest with a sweet little dropkick!
Both hit the canvas, Alejandra at a tumble and Sinclair landing on her pert little booty, and both were equally quick to find her feet. Fernandez was by far the more aggressive, bullishly ignoring the pain of her suddenly compressed torso, only to eat a second drop kick that knocked the wind out of her and sent her straight back down onto her ass!
Alejandra, even more frustrated than before, found her feet quickly once again, refusing to let momentum slip right through her fingers now.
Mary, however, displayed zero intention of remaining within arm’s reach, the Petite Princess back on her feet in a flash, now sprinting directly away from her foe with a surge of Babyfaced adrenaline, aching from head to toe even as she threw herself into the ring ropes. She rebounded the moment the rubber coated steel pulled taunt, propelling back towards the centre of the squared circle, Alejandra ducking low to collect…
…nothing but air, Mary leap frogging clean over the top of any potential danger.
Launching an assault was evidently the last thing on redhead’s mind however as, without missing a step upon landing, she continued sprinting, making a B-Line for the team’s corner before she leapt the last two yards. With Scarlet hanging over the top rope as far as she could legally manage, the duo slapped palms to complete the tag and the FAWNatics erupted.
At the same time Mary was tumbling out of the ring for a much-needed breather and chance to recover, Scarlet was bursting with energy, practically bounding up to the top turnbuckle before hurling herself into the air. The crowd were regaled by her rarely displayed agility, the Babe of Brawl pivoting herself up and over just as Alejandra was turning about, catching the Muscle of Bad Reputation about her noggin and ripping her forwards in a bowing motion. The moment Scarlet’s taunt booty hit the canvas, all downwards momentum was brought to a crashing half, and Alejandra’s chin CRACKED down hard across the Brit’s shoulder on the wrong end of a high-flying Cutter!
SCARLET SUNSET
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJqqbtoYKZM
Fernandez snapped back up to vertical in recoil, dark eyes flashing vacant as she teetered for a moment before she toppled sideways, landing across her back and in splaying of leaden limbs.
Scarlet was on top of her less than a second later, hooking a leg and going for a pin.
ONE!
T…
Daisy was taking absolutely zero chances, storming into the ring and throwing herself atop Scarlet with a double handed blow, breaking up the count before Alejandra was even given a chance to kick out.
The Brit was less than amused, getting back up to her feet at the same time as LeMay, the brunette getting all up in the blonde’s business before the Cherry Cheeked Demon could even think about taking advantage of her ambush.
“HEY!” Scarlet shoved Daisy hard, forcing her to retreat several steps before she recovered. “Wait your turn, your spanking comes later.”
LeMay didn’t like that, bristling as she surged forwards…
…only to be get cut off by the Official.
“Not tonight, Daisy,” the man in black and white warned. “No tag, you can’t be in the ring.”
Daisy continued to scowl in indignation, and Scarlet proceeded to get on her very last nerve by making a ‘cry face’ behind the Official, returning the earlier dismissal before following up with a smirk. LeMay scrambled for a retort but, with her cheeks reddening in frustration, nothing came to mind and so she retreated, furiously impotent as she stepped back out onto the apron.
“Of course,” Scarlet contemplated, “By process of elimination, that means I have to get back to spankin…”
Her thought would forever go unfinished, a recovered Alejandra synching up behind the youngest of the Sinclair’s and wrapping her arms about her waist tightly, clasping her hands together firmly atop Scarlet’s trim tummy. A swift, fierce constriction robbed the Little Lioness of much of her astonished breath as the Brit was popped up onto her tip toes by the force exerted by the stronger girl, an ‘erk’ escaping her lips before a groooooooan followed an even tighter, more ruthless constriction.
She gasped, eyes opening wide as her lips parted, petite body quivering as Fernandez exhaled deeply against the small of Scarlet’s exposed neck, the brunette quivering as she pushed down on the Mexican’s Maulers grip. There was no give, however, no slack to be found as she briefly grimaced with determination before an even tighter, more aggressive pulse from Alejandra’s flexed biceps robbed the brunette of her budding defiance. She slumped, for just a moment, Scarlet’s posture slackening as she released a deflated grunt, soon swaying in her rival’s arms as she was possessively popped up entirely off her feet.
As Scarlet’s right arm began to swing limply at her side, the Official moved in to ask the question…
“What do you say?” the man in black and white asked, the Brit’s head bobbing on her slim shoulders. “You want to…”
Whatever answer would have been forthcoming, Alejandra didn’t want to hear, temporarily dropping Scarlet back down to boot leather just long enough to brace her back, bend her knees and then, you a dominant shout, bodily swing Scarlet’s petite physique up and over with a blistering German Suplex!! The Brit was DRIVEN into the deck across the back of her head and shoulders, and for one brief moment she fell entirely flaccid before flopping over onto her side.
Alejandra didn’t let go, retaining her firm grip as she bodily bullied the Brit within her grasp back up to vertical, quickly repeating history as Scarlet groaned and shook her head. She didn’t get a say in the matter however, Fernandez releasing an even louder shout than before, powering the Barroom Brit up into the air for a second German Suplex!! This time, at the apex of her foes flight, the Mexican Mauler released her cargo, sending the brunette flipping head over heels before she crashed back down onto the mat!
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX@8:29
www.youtube.com/watch?v=y2qfHGbE34s
Scarlet landed with a thud, bouncing a good inch before she came down to settle across her front, grimacing as she was finally able to inhale deeply once again. She blinked several times before, stubborn to her core, she struggled to find her hands and knees regardless of how much her world spun.
Fernandez was on her before she could recover, dragging Scarlet to her knees and sharply yanking her head back by her curls, squeezing the smaller girls’ cheeks together with her free hand and scowling down at her pained expression.
“The next time you want to get in my way,” Alejandra warned, pulling back even harder on the other girl’s proud pain mane, earning a short yelp from the Brits lips. “DoaarRRRHHHH FACK!!!”
Alejandra ripped her hand away from Scarlet’s abused features as, after taking exception to the illegal hair pull, the Babe of Brawl had twisted her head sharply and BIT!! down on the Muscle of Bad Reputations thumb!!
As Fernandez stumbled away cradling her mitten, Scarlet shook her head in an effort to clear her own daze, climbing her way back up to vertical as a furious Alejandra turned back around to face…
…an impressive replica of Scarlet’s ‘big’ sisters patented Sammie Kick!!
The sole of her boot connected solidly with the underside of Alejandra’s jaw with a meaty WHACK!, causing her head to snap backwards and the Mexican Mauler to barely remain standing with a visible shimmy him her hips.
Scarlet moved in, sensing opportunity as the FAWNatics rallied behind her, the Brit going for the throat like the good Little Lioness that she was. Jamming one arm through the thighs of her rival, and wrapping the other about the stronger girl’s shoulder, the brunette decided it was well past time to go big, or go home. Bracing her back and inhaling deeply, Scarlet released a roar reminiscent of her old man as she dug deep and powered Alejandra up off her feet, managing to lift her up, pivot her opponent upside down, and then sit out, DRIVING!! the back of the Prototypes head and shoulders into the deck!!
SCARLET DRIVER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V1vjRdA7X7s
Fernandez whole body spasmed sharply the moment her nogging was NAILED into the canvas, but with her right leg still captured by Scarlet, she had no hope of bucking away. The Brit retained her grip as the FAWNatics cheered, folding the well and truly blasted Alejandra up into the tightest of balls between her splayed legs, buttocks pointed skywards towards the rafters.
The Official dropped down to the canvas…
ONE!
Daisy dived into the ring, sprinting to make the save…
TWO!!
Mary BURST back onto the scene, suitably recovered enough to springboard her spritely mass high into the air off the top rope, spreading herself out wide to connect with LeMay with a beautiful Cross Body Splash, dramatically cutting her off at the pass…
THREE!!!
The Bell rand and, seconds later…
READY TO GO
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vDAQuKwLwms
…returned to the loud speakers, the crowd responding in the positive and filling the arena with cheers.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the Announcer cut in, making it official. “Your winners by Pinfall, the Worlds! Best!! Brits!!!”
Scarlet, victory secured, grimaced for just a moment before shoving away Alejandra’s right leg, heart beating a mile a minute as she started get up…
…which was exactly when Mary Sinclair ambushed her…
…with the biggest of hugs!!
“GAH!” Scarlet complained before giving up, surrendering to the embrace for at least a few seconds before Mary let go, the redhead blushing with embarrassment.
“Sorry,” she apologised, straddling the line between feeling sheepish and being overwhelmed with giddiness. “We won!”
“Well duh,” Scarlet smirked back, grasping her sister’s wrist and raising it up high, more than happy to accept the accolades of an adoring public. “Drink it up,” she encouraged with an ever-familiar flash of mischief before heading on over to one corner and climbing the turnbuckles, whipping both of her arms up high to rile the crowd up into delivering even greater displays of appreciation.
Mary performed a grateful little curtsy and, cheeks blazing crimson, took her sisters advice, enjoying her victory on the first PPV of the year.