Post by EmmaWoods007 on Feb 9, 2021 14:51:18 GMT
The crowds on the House Show circuit were always boisterous in nature, and tonight was to be no different, the audience for the opening card since FAWN’s first PPV of 2021 damn near ready to blow the roof off the place before the cameras had even started rolling.
As the houselights began to dim, that excitement only grew before…
FEEL INVINCIBLE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gco_SAvHVSM
…burst into life over loud speakers, the packed arena officially losing their collective shit. With the brunette of their affections confirmed to still be on the injured list, no-one had expected the People’s Princess to put in an appearance tonight.
SAMANTHA SINCLAIR
From almost the moment Samantha Sinclair appeared out in the stage, it was immediately apparent to one and all that the Perfectly Petite Brit wouldn’t be competing, the Two Time Champion attired in her favourite pair of jeans and the snuggliest looking jumper ever to be worn by a Sinclair. Never the less, the Loyalist Legionnaires lifted the rafters with a renewed ovation, Sammie greeting them in return with freckled cheeks alight and arms outstretched in welcome.
She beamed, performing a wave before she set off down the ramp, curls of chocolate brown bouncing across her shoulders as the former EurAsia and Lightweight Champion lit up the crowd with her very presence.
Effortlessly disarming 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 whilst returning many a high five, 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 and wore her own on her sleeve.
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.
Just as she was about to start speaking, the FAWNatics cut her off, a chant rippling through the crowd and forcing the Upstart Supreme to blush…
“WORLD’S! BEST! BRIT! WORLD’S! BEST! BRIT! WORLD’S! BEST! BRIT!”
…and, as grateful as she was, Sammie set one hands on her hip and tilted her head, arching her brow in amusement as she waited patiently for the masses to calm down. However reluctantly, they eventually did as they were prompted, and she brought her stick back up to her lips to begin…
BAD THINGS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hKzwSsxkpTA
…began blaring from the loud speakers, cutting her off and 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.
“My, my,” 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. “What a pleasant surprise, how… delightfull it is to see you here again tonight.”
With a swivel in her hips, Lydia set off down the ramp at a stately pace and, as she sauntered towards the squared circle, she scarcely paid attention to anyone in the audience, her eyes only for Sinclair in the ring, locking eyes with her fellow Brit with duplicitous intent.
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 she joined Sammie at centre ring, the two foes sharing the same canvas for the first time since Mayhem last year, the same night the Upstart Supreme had been overwhelmed by, and lost her EurAsia Title to the Gaelic Goddess, Cleona Flynn.
Samantha had been on the injured list ever since.
Lethbridge, ever keen to craft the narrative, was first to break the silence.
“No, no, truly” Lydia cooed, tone filled with honey, “I mean no condescension, it fills me with no end of pride to see that you have discovered your true station in life. I thought that Thrills, Chills and Spills may have an abbreviation, and yet… here we are…”
Sammie sighed, resisting the urge to pinch her brow and, instead, the little Brit set her free hand on hip, “Lydia…”
“No, no,” Lethbridge held up her palm sharply, cutting her fellow countrywoman off for a second time. She flashed a grin that displayed far too many of her teeth to be friendly, and her poise was that of a predator about to pounce. “Don’t explain, it is enough that you are finally prepared to live down to your potential.”
The FAWNatics booed at that, the People not liking the belittling of their Princess.
Lydia waved them off with scarcely a second thought, revelling in her superiority over a wounded fawn.
Sammie kept her silence.
“Please,” Lethbridge continued. “Regale us all with which menial task you’ll be performing for all of us tonight.”
With a slightly furrowed brow, Sinclair briefly looked to one of the camera crew and mouthed the word ‘menial’ in question, the Upstart Supreme unsurprisingly believing that the work performed by the stage crew was nothing of the sort. The gentlemen in question shrugged back in response, and Sammie returned the entirety of the attention back to Her Ladyship.
Lydia hadn’t missed a beat.
“Will you continue to perfect the arts of the Announcer? Or perhaps you would like to try your hand at Officiating? Timekeeping? I doubt you possess the upper body strength to reliably man the camera’s, but wait…” Lethbridge grinned even more, practically glowing with smug satisfaction.
“Yes, of course, tonight you can shine my boo…”
CRACK!!
Lydia never finished her sentence, not with the FAWNatics GASPING in surprise and Sammie NAILING the underside of her jaw with the sole of her sneaker, executing a beautiful, BLISTERING and much missed Sammie Kick!!
Lethbridge went down like a felled oak, and the crowd erupted in jubilation as Sinclair kept her right, athletic stem upheld in the air for dramatic effect before slowly bringing it back down, observing her handiwork with a tilt of her head.
Lydia showed no immediate signs of stirring, staring blankly upwards towards the rafters and Sammie bit her bottom lip, looking to the FAWNatics who showered her with approval. With the smallest of shrugs, the Former EurAsia Champion brought her stick back up to her lips, and was finally able to have her say.
“Well, as it happens,” Sinclair explained, “Being as I was in town to watch Wendy fight later, I figured I’d pop out and let people know that I’ve been officially cleared to compete.”
Digesting the news swiftly, the crowd’s enthusiasm grew even further, delighted to discover that the People’s Princess was finally returning to the squared circle.
“So,” Sammie let the moment linger before stepping over the splayed out, shellshocked and groaning physique of one, soon to be furious, Lady Lydia Lethbridge on her way back out of the ring.
“Cheers for the assist.”
FEEL INVINCIBLE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gco_SAvHVSM
…burst back into life over the loud speakers and Sinclair beamed, the People Princess feeling a little sheepish perhaps, but practically glowing after delivering her good news, making her way back down the steel steps before marching along the ramp. Slapping multiple extended hands on her way out, curls of chocolate brown bouncing on her shoulders, she was accompanied by the cheers of the FAWNatics as she was one step closer to returning to the fray…
As the houselights began to dim, that excitement only grew before…
FEEL INVINCIBLE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gco_SAvHVSM
…burst into life over loud speakers, the packed arena officially losing their collective shit. With the brunette of their affections confirmed to still be on the injured list, no-one had expected the People’s Princess to put in an appearance tonight.
SAMANTHA SINCLAIR
From almost the moment Samantha Sinclair appeared out in the stage, it was immediately apparent to one and all that the Perfectly Petite Brit wouldn’t be competing, the Two Time Champion attired in her favourite pair of jeans and the snuggliest looking jumper ever to be worn by a Sinclair. Never the less, the Loyalist Legionnaires lifted the rafters with a renewed ovation, Sammie greeting them in return with freckled cheeks alight and arms outstretched in welcome.
She beamed, performing a wave before she set off down the ramp, curls of chocolate brown bouncing across her shoulders as the former EurAsia and Lightweight Champion lit up the crowd with her very presence.
Effortlessly disarming 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 whilst returning many a high five, 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 and wore her own on her sleeve.
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.
Just as she was about to start speaking, the FAWNatics cut her off, a chant rippling through the crowd and forcing the Upstart Supreme to blush…
“WORLD’S! BEST! BRIT! WORLD’S! BEST! BRIT! WORLD’S! BEST! BRIT!”
…and, as grateful as she was, Sammie set one hands on her hip and tilted her head, arching her brow in amusement as she waited patiently for the masses to calm down. However reluctantly, they eventually did as they were prompted, and she brought her stick back up to her lips to begin…
BAD THINGS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hKzwSsxkpTA
…began blaring from the loud speakers, cutting her off and 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.
“My, my,” 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. “What a pleasant surprise, how… delightfull it is to see you here again tonight.”
With a swivel in her hips, Lydia set off down the ramp at a stately pace and, as she sauntered towards the squared circle, she scarcely paid attention to anyone in the audience, her eyes only for Sinclair in the ring, locking eyes with her fellow Brit with duplicitous intent.
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 she joined Sammie at centre ring, the two foes sharing the same canvas for the first time since Mayhem last year, the same night the Upstart Supreme had been overwhelmed by, and lost her EurAsia Title to the Gaelic Goddess, Cleona Flynn.
Samantha had been on the injured list ever since.
Lethbridge, ever keen to craft the narrative, was first to break the silence.
“No, no, truly” Lydia cooed, tone filled with honey, “I mean no condescension, it fills me with no end of pride to see that you have discovered your true station in life. I thought that Thrills, Chills and Spills may have an abbreviation, and yet… here we are…”
Sammie sighed, resisting the urge to pinch her brow and, instead, the little Brit set her free hand on hip, “Lydia…”
“No, no,” Lethbridge held up her palm sharply, cutting her fellow countrywoman off for a second time. She flashed a grin that displayed far too many of her teeth to be friendly, and her poise was that of a predator about to pounce. “Don’t explain, it is enough that you are finally prepared to live down to your potential.”
The FAWNatics booed at that, the People not liking the belittling of their Princess.
Lydia waved them off with scarcely a second thought, revelling in her superiority over a wounded fawn.
Sammie kept her silence.
“Please,” Lethbridge continued. “Regale us all with which menial task you’ll be performing for all of us tonight.”
With a slightly furrowed brow, Sinclair briefly looked to one of the camera crew and mouthed the word ‘menial’ in question, the Upstart Supreme unsurprisingly believing that the work performed by the stage crew was nothing of the sort. The gentlemen in question shrugged back in response, and Sammie returned the entirety of the attention back to Her Ladyship.
Lydia hadn’t missed a beat.
“Will you continue to perfect the arts of the Announcer? Or perhaps you would like to try your hand at Officiating? Timekeeping? I doubt you possess the upper body strength to reliably man the camera’s, but wait…” Lethbridge grinned even more, practically glowing with smug satisfaction.
“Yes, of course, tonight you can shine my boo…”
CRACK!!
Lydia never finished her sentence, not with the FAWNatics GASPING in surprise and Sammie NAILING the underside of her jaw with the sole of her sneaker, executing a beautiful, BLISTERING and much missed Sammie Kick!!
Lethbridge went down like a felled oak, and the crowd erupted in jubilation as Sinclair kept her right, athletic stem upheld in the air for dramatic effect before slowly bringing it back down, observing her handiwork with a tilt of her head.
Lydia showed no immediate signs of stirring, staring blankly upwards towards the rafters and Sammie bit her bottom lip, looking to the FAWNatics who showered her with approval. With the smallest of shrugs, the Former EurAsia Champion brought her stick back up to her lips, and was finally able to have her say.
“Well, as it happens,” Sinclair explained, “Being as I was in town to watch Wendy fight later, I figured I’d pop out and let people know that I’ve been officially cleared to compete.”
Digesting the news swiftly, the crowd’s enthusiasm grew even further, delighted to discover that the People’s Princess was finally returning to the squared circle.
“So,” Sammie let the moment linger before stepping over the splayed out, shellshocked and groaning physique of one, soon to be furious, Lady Lydia Lethbridge on her way back out of the ring.
“Cheers for the assist.”
FEEL INVINCIBLE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gco_SAvHVSM
…burst back into life over the loud speakers and Sinclair beamed, the People Princess feeling a little sheepish perhaps, but practically glowing after delivering her good news, making her way back down the steel steps before marching along the ramp. Slapping multiple extended hands on her way out, curls of chocolate brown bouncing on her shoulders, she was accompanied by the cheers of the FAWNatics as she was one step closer to returning to the fray…