Post by EmmaWoods007 on Feb 11, 2021 9:04:40 GMT
SCARLET SINCLAIR
LADY LYDIA LETHBRIDGE
CLEONA FLYNN
…Perpetually propelled by mischief, Scarlet Sinclair rarely thought too far in advance of her actions. It was no surprise to anyone then when she attempted to do a quick little scarper with the EurAsia Title.
A particularly fierce exchange between the youngest of the Sinclair’s and Her Ladyship, Lydia Lethbridge had sent the two pocket Brits tumbling head over heels out of the ring. Bouncing off the apron and then dropping to the barely padded concrete. Neither could claim to have enjoyed the rapid descent, but Scarlet seemed to get the better of it and, with a less than ladylike grunt, she popped her way back up to one knee. That was when her peepers had alighted upon the much-coveted strap laying spread out on the steel steps, and that was when she had hit upon the idea of stealing it.
Scarlet took off like a shot, ignoring her aches and pains with the same disregard she paid to any rational good sense, bolting past the EurAsia Champion herself, Cleona Flynn, before barrel rolling over the furniture. Snagging the ten pounds of leather strap and gold plated beaty on her way past, she was back on her feet and ready to make her escape like a cat swiping the last bit of bacon.
What she had not accounted for, however, was how there would be quite so many cameramen between herself and an expediate way out, nor just how quick the Gaelic Goddess could be when someone stole her property. Internally disappointed, Scarlet opted to make the best of an unfortunate situation regardless, turning on the spot with still ten yards separating her from an irate Flynn, and flashed her a mischievous grin.
“Come on, be honest,” she prompted, briefly slipping the EurAsia Title about her trim midriff. “Looks good on me, right?”
The FAWNatics seemed to agree, but Cleona didn’t, rolling her shoulders as she advanced on the would-be usurper of her throne.
“Suit yourself,” Scarlet shrugged, unintimidated, the Babe of Brawl back peddling a few more paces before turning on the spot and tossing the EurAsia Title into the crowd!!
“Fetch!” the Little Brit taunted, revelling in the confusion that she created as the ten pounds of gold and strap disappeared into the masses, Cleona’s attention turning away from her completely.
Scarlet smirked, feeling as though she had stirred enough shit for the immediate future, getting back to task as the Official in the ring counted…
“EIGHT!”
“Alright, alight,” the Little Lioness bounded back up onto the apron, just as Lydia was also rolling back into the squared circle on the opposite side of the ring, the Penthouse Belle ruefully nursing the back of my head. “You’re a killjoy, you know that?”
The man in black and white might have had an answer, but Sinclair wasn’t listening to it, far too busy keeping her eye on Lethbridge as the aristocrat was getting back up onto her feet, the Little Lioness dipping her way into the ring as well and setting off at a sprint. Lydia saw her coming and, with a scathing scowl, lined herself to catch the ‘foolhardy brat’ with a stiff clothesline, only for the other brunette to duck clean below it. Scarlet kept on going, displaying zero desire to slow down until she was almost on top of the opposite set of ring ropes. At the last few paces, she leapt, boot leather landing on the second coil and, as the rubber coated steel snapped back to taunt, her featherweight physique was propelled high up into the air.
Scarlet pivoted in her crowd-pleasing glide, spreading herself out as Lethbridge turned around just in time to get flattened beneath a beautiful Crossbody Splash!!
SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHh5ovyhLcI
Knocked off her feet by one hundred and ten pounds of fellow Brit, Lydia toppled backwards to the canvas and expelled an involuntary groan as her opponent landed splayed out atop her. Both young women bounced as the plywood flexed, tossing them both away from the impact with Scarlet rolling up onto one knee, and left Lethbridge on her side cradling her winded torso.
Turning her attention back to the mischief she had wrought outside the squared circle, Scarlet got back up to both feet and marched on over to one corner, grasping the top rope and smirking down at Flynn. The Scot had evidently managed to retrieve her possession, and the EurAsia Champion looked less than pleased about the whole affair.
“Got it back then?” Scarlet needled, apparently unaware that it wasn’t a good idea to poke the Redheaded Reaper. “Good, good, I want it nice and shiny when it comes time for me to collect, alright?”
Flynn wouldn’t be baited, merely keeping eye contact with the miniature brunette as she slung her Title over one shoulder, keeping it close for the rest of the evening.
Scarlet smirked even more, turning away from the ring ropes and…
…being damn near beheaded by a Clothesline from Hell!!
Several members of the FAWNatics visibly winced following the meaty WHACK!! of bicep meeting jawline with such concentrated, methodical ferocity that Scarlet was rocked from head to toe, nearly flipping entirely over before she crashed down to canvas. With the wind knocked out her sails, the Barroom Brit slumped in a heap, groaning as she blinked several times in an effort to catch with what had just transpired.
Lydia paced away, petite body seething as she turned back around to survey the damage that she had so swiftly wrought, massaging her arm and narrowing her gaze at her opponent.
“I will not be upstaged!” she scowled, almost visibly trembling with anger. “Not by yet another of you insufferable Sinclairs,” Lethbridge went on to clarify, marching back on over to the stirring Scarlet and, feeling a great deal of resentment, proceeded to BOOT the younger girl clean across her temple!!
Again, the Babe of Brawl slumped, rolling over onto her back and her bosom rising erratically.
Slowly, the Princess of Privilege calmed down or, more precise, compressed her disdain towards an extremely focused point. She reached down and snatched Scarlet by the hair, bullying her rattled foe back towards boot leather, “And certainly not by the third in line of succession in your horrid little lineage.”
Tugging Scarlet forwards, she shoved the other young woman’s head in between her thighs, locking her in place before neatly underhooking both of her arms. Still not satisfied, she compressed her opponent’s frame even more until she hooked her palms behind both of her foe’s knees. Pausing for a moment to flash her grin of ill intent at the hard camera, she inhaled a deep breathe, exerted a burst of effort and muscled Scarlet off the deck in a small package, rotating her petite physique upside down before DROPPING down to her knees, NAILING her adversaries crown deep into the canvas!!
PACKAGE PILEDRIVER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPTlXTh3Qug
Scarlet spasmed for a sharp second, the violent jolt that ran throughout her compacted frame bursting her from Lethbridge’s grasp, before she puddled into a heap between Her Ladyship’s thighs.
Lydia preened for a moment, before pivoting about to straddle Sinclair’s submissive hips, grasping the other Brit by her wrists and pinning those suddenly compliant limbs up above Scarlet’s head. The Official dropped down to the canvas to begin his count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The FAWNatics booed as…
BAD THINGS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hKzwSsxkpTA
…returned to the loud speakers, confirming Scarlet’s defeat, Lydia as pleased as pleased could be in her victory.
In her own time, Lethbridge dismounted the groaning young woman beneath her, leaving the youngest of the Sinclair’s in her wake as, at a saunter, she made her way to centre ring, composing herself with all the grace and poise that was appropriate off her station. With a measured exhale and condescending smirk, she held out one palm for a microphone as her firm right hand, Cleona Flynn, also made her way into the ring.
The FAWNatics momentarily feared the worse for Scarlet, but the EurAsia Champion seemed to pay the fallen Brit little mind as she instead carried the desired stick to Lethbridge’s possession.
Lydia accepted it without even looking at the Redheaded Reaper, and the Scot didn’t seem overly put out by the casual dismissal, and she brought the microphone to her lips to address the ungrateful masses. At least, she was going to before she hesitated.
Smug satisfaction dissolved by gradual degree before the very eyes of the crowd watching and, before they knew it, the mood of the Penthouse Belle had soured to the point of toxic.
She turned her withering attention back to the shellshocked Scarlet, the Brit only just starting to come to and, with a curt command, Lethbridge sent ripples of panic rippling through the ranks of the FAWNatics.
“Retrieve her,” Lydia demanded, and Cleona did as she was bid without a second word, marching on over to the splayed Scarlet and bodily hoisted the much smaller girl back up to shaky boot leather, peepers blinking slowly as she stared blankly into the distance.
“Samantha Sinclair,” Lethbridge exhaled sharply into her microphone before stepping forwards quickly, pivoted sharply and CRACKED the People’s Princess’s little sister clean across the jaw with a ruthless superkick!!
Scarlet went down hard, on the wrong end of some retribution meant for her elder sibling, right leg twitching as she lay sprawled out on the deck.
“Take note,” Lethbridge commanded at the hard camera, message sent.
“I hoped you enjoyed your little revolution two nights ago,” Lydia seethed, her jaw still aching from the delivered Sammie Kick, and then, slowly, her mood brightened as wolfish grin crept across her features, displaying far too many teeth to be friendly.
“Because as you can see, I always reclaim my pound of flesh.”
LADY LYDIA LETHBRIDGE
CLEONA FLYNN
…Perpetually propelled by mischief, Scarlet Sinclair rarely thought too far in advance of her actions. It was no surprise to anyone then when she attempted to do a quick little scarper with the EurAsia Title.
A particularly fierce exchange between the youngest of the Sinclair’s and Her Ladyship, Lydia Lethbridge had sent the two pocket Brits tumbling head over heels out of the ring. Bouncing off the apron and then dropping to the barely padded concrete. Neither could claim to have enjoyed the rapid descent, but Scarlet seemed to get the better of it and, with a less than ladylike grunt, she popped her way back up to one knee. That was when her peepers had alighted upon the much-coveted strap laying spread out on the steel steps, and that was when she had hit upon the idea of stealing it.
Scarlet took off like a shot, ignoring her aches and pains with the same disregard she paid to any rational good sense, bolting past the EurAsia Champion herself, Cleona Flynn, before barrel rolling over the furniture. Snagging the ten pounds of leather strap and gold plated beaty on her way past, she was back on her feet and ready to make her escape like a cat swiping the last bit of bacon.
What she had not accounted for, however, was how there would be quite so many cameramen between herself and an expediate way out, nor just how quick the Gaelic Goddess could be when someone stole her property. Internally disappointed, Scarlet opted to make the best of an unfortunate situation regardless, turning on the spot with still ten yards separating her from an irate Flynn, and flashed her a mischievous grin.
“Come on, be honest,” she prompted, briefly slipping the EurAsia Title about her trim midriff. “Looks good on me, right?”
The FAWNatics seemed to agree, but Cleona didn’t, rolling her shoulders as she advanced on the would-be usurper of her throne.
“Suit yourself,” Scarlet shrugged, unintimidated, the Babe of Brawl back peddling a few more paces before turning on the spot and tossing the EurAsia Title into the crowd!!
“Fetch!” the Little Brit taunted, revelling in the confusion that she created as the ten pounds of gold and strap disappeared into the masses, Cleona’s attention turning away from her completely.
Scarlet smirked, feeling as though she had stirred enough shit for the immediate future, getting back to task as the Official in the ring counted…
“EIGHT!”
“Alright, alight,” the Little Lioness bounded back up onto the apron, just as Lydia was also rolling back into the squared circle on the opposite side of the ring, the Penthouse Belle ruefully nursing the back of my head. “You’re a killjoy, you know that?”
The man in black and white might have had an answer, but Sinclair wasn’t listening to it, far too busy keeping her eye on Lethbridge as the aristocrat was getting back up onto her feet, the Little Lioness dipping her way into the ring as well and setting off at a sprint. Lydia saw her coming and, with a scathing scowl, lined herself to catch the ‘foolhardy brat’ with a stiff clothesline, only for the other brunette to duck clean below it. Scarlet kept on going, displaying zero desire to slow down until she was almost on top of the opposite set of ring ropes. At the last few paces, she leapt, boot leather landing on the second coil and, as the rubber coated steel snapped back to taunt, her featherweight physique was propelled high up into the air.
Scarlet pivoted in her crowd-pleasing glide, spreading herself out as Lethbridge turned around just in time to get flattened beneath a beautiful Crossbody Splash!!
SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHh5ovyhLcI
Knocked off her feet by one hundred and ten pounds of fellow Brit, Lydia toppled backwards to the canvas and expelled an involuntary groan as her opponent landed splayed out atop her. Both young women bounced as the plywood flexed, tossing them both away from the impact with Scarlet rolling up onto one knee, and left Lethbridge on her side cradling her winded torso.
Turning her attention back to the mischief she had wrought outside the squared circle, Scarlet got back up to both feet and marched on over to one corner, grasping the top rope and smirking down at Flynn. The Scot had evidently managed to retrieve her possession, and the EurAsia Champion looked less than pleased about the whole affair.
“Got it back then?” Scarlet needled, apparently unaware that it wasn’t a good idea to poke the Redheaded Reaper. “Good, good, I want it nice and shiny when it comes time for me to collect, alright?”
Flynn wouldn’t be baited, merely keeping eye contact with the miniature brunette as she slung her Title over one shoulder, keeping it close for the rest of the evening.
Scarlet smirked even more, turning away from the ring ropes and…
…being damn near beheaded by a Clothesline from Hell!!
Several members of the FAWNatics visibly winced following the meaty WHACK!! of bicep meeting jawline with such concentrated, methodical ferocity that Scarlet was rocked from head to toe, nearly flipping entirely over before she crashed down to canvas. With the wind knocked out her sails, the Barroom Brit slumped in a heap, groaning as she blinked several times in an effort to catch with what had just transpired.
Lydia paced away, petite body seething as she turned back around to survey the damage that she had so swiftly wrought, massaging her arm and narrowing her gaze at her opponent.
“I will not be upstaged!” she scowled, almost visibly trembling with anger. “Not by yet another of you insufferable Sinclairs,” Lethbridge went on to clarify, marching back on over to the stirring Scarlet and, feeling a great deal of resentment, proceeded to BOOT the younger girl clean across her temple!!
Again, the Babe of Brawl slumped, rolling over onto her back and her bosom rising erratically.
Slowly, the Princess of Privilege calmed down or, more precise, compressed her disdain towards an extremely focused point. She reached down and snatched Scarlet by the hair, bullying her rattled foe back towards boot leather, “And certainly not by the third in line of succession in your horrid little lineage.”
Tugging Scarlet forwards, she shoved the other young woman’s head in between her thighs, locking her in place before neatly underhooking both of her arms. Still not satisfied, she compressed her opponent’s frame even more until she hooked her palms behind both of her foe’s knees. Pausing for a moment to flash her grin of ill intent at the hard camera, she inhaled a deep breathe, exerted a burst of effort and muscled Scarlet off the deck in a small package, rotating her petite physique upside down before DROPPING down to her knees, NAILING her adversaries crown deep into the canvas!!
PACKAGE PILEDRIVER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPTlXTh3Qug
Scarlet spasmed for a sharp second, the violent jolt that ran throughout her compacted frame bursting her from Lethbridge’s grasp, before she puddled into a heap between Her Ladyship’s thighs.
Lydia preened for a moment, before pivoting about to straddle Sinclair’s submissive hips, grasping the other Brit by her wrists and pinning those suddenly compliant limbs up above Scarlet’s head. The Official dropped down to the canvas to begin his count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The FAWNatics booed as…
BAD THINGS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hKzwSsxkpTA
…returned to the loud speakers, confirming Scarlet’s defeat, Lydia as pleased as pleased could be in her victory.
In her own time, Lethbridge dismounted the groaning young woman beneath her, leaving the youngest of the Sinclair’s in her wake as, at a saunter, she made her way to centre ring, composing herself with all the grace and poise that was appropriate off her station. With a measured exhale and condescending smirk, she held out one palm for a microphone as her firm right hand, Cleona Flynn, also made her way into the ring.
The FAWNatics momentarily feared the worse for Scarlet, but the EurAsia Champion seemed to pay the fallen Brit little mind as she instead carried the desired stick to Lethbridge’s possession.
Lydia accepted it without even looking at the Redheaded Reaper, and the Scot didn’t seem overly put out by the casual dismissal, and she brought the microphone to her lips to address the ungrateful masses. At least, she was going to before she hesitated.
Smug satisfaction dissolved by gradual degree before the very eyes of the crowd watching and, before they knew it, the mood of the Penthouse Belle had soured to the point of toxic.
She turned her withering attention back to the shellshocked Scarlet, the Brit only just starting to come to and, with a curt command, Lethbridge sent ripples of panic rippling through the ranks of the FAWNatics.
“Retrieve her,” Lydia demanded, and Cleona did as she was bid without a second word, marching on over to the splayed Scarlet and bodily hoisted the much smaller girl back up to shaky boot leather, peepers blinking slowly as she stared blankly into the distance.
“Samantha Sinclair,” Lethbridge exhaled sharply into her microphone before stepping forwards quickly, pivoted sharply and CRACKED the People’s Princess’s little sister clean across the jaw with a ruthless superkick!!
Scarlet went down hard, on the wrong end of some retribution meant for her elder sibling, right leg twitching as she lay sprawled out on the deck.
“Take note,” Lethbridge commanded at the hard camera, message sent.
“I hoped you enjoyed your little revolution two nights ago,” Lydia seethed, her jaw still aching from the delivered Sammie Kick, and then, slowly, her mood brightened as wolfish grin crept across her features, displaying far too many teeth to be friendly.
“Because as you can see, I always reclaim my pound of flesh.”