Post by EmmaWoods007 on Feb 13, 2021 9:16:07 GMT
SUMMER HOPKINS
AMANDA DARK
…“Keep her back,” Amanda demanded curtly, pacing slowly back and forth outside the squared circle with breathing laboured and hands on her hips. It was an utterly basely demand to make, the Supergirl of Sheffield inside the ring leaving her plenty of real estate to re-enter, but she was stalling and everyone knew it. As much as the FAWNatics heckled her for it, Dark cared not a single, solitary shit about their opinions, but being run ragged for the last ten minutes was rapidly getting on the veteran’s very last nerve.
She scowled, feeling irate and surely, leaning her head back as she momentarily looked up to the rafters before turning her attention to Summer, the Mother of Midnight measuring Susan’s favourite protégé with an intensely critical eye. She was better than Amanda had expected, and that pissed her right the f*ck off, the blonde seemingly barely even out of breath whilst Dark was glistening with a sheen of sweat.
The FAWNatics were loving it, the bright eyed and bushy tailed rookie taking the deeply cynical and world-weary veteran to school but, with her temples already thrumming from an ever-present hangover, Amanda’s opinion was far different.
“Last chance Dark,” the Official warned, stalling in his count for as long as he could get away with. When she showed no signs of listening, he sighed and raised his hands high.
“ONE!”
“TWO!”
The crowd joined in and, silently, Amanda bristled, returning to pacing before she reached one barricade, dipping her head down and exhaling deeply.
“THREE!”
“FOUR!”
Dark scowled, shaking her head before, to the shock of all those watching, for the first time in her illustrious career she turned her back on the squared circle and started walking away. She dismissed her opponent with a callous back wave of her hand as she made her way up the ramp, unapologetic in her course towards vacating the arena. The FAWNatics booed, and she didn’t listen, as always only caring about herself.
Back inside the ring, Summer’s tummy did a little flutter, the leggy blonde uncertain of how to react and standing up straight. Caught in a state of surprise and indecision, Baby Hopkins looked to the Official for advice but, when he didn’t have any, the British Bombshell bit nervously down on her bottom lip, not quite sure how to process her opponent just up and walking away.
As the Official reluctantly continued counting, albeit slowly, Summer quickly measured her options whilst resisting the urge to fidget. While technically yes, this would go down as a tick in her burgeoning win column, it was hardly one that would, as Ms. Style was fond of saying, move the needle. Reacting instinctively, Summer brought her hands together above her head and clapped, loud and assertive and even surprising herself with the action.
She did again, and then a third time, slow and measured and, soon enough, the crowd caught on, bringing their own hands together as one over and over. Soon the whole arena was echoing to the beat of that measured clap, a bell tolling to accompany Amanda’s self-imposed walk of shame.
It was a deafening, unmistakeably cheeky little taunt that Baby Hopkins wasn’t even aware that she’d had in her.
As for Dark…
The Only Real Deal did not find it amusing.
She stopped her pacing halfway up the ramp, straightening her posture and was unmoving, escalating irritation radiating off her in waves. With a narrowing her gaze, hands still planted on her hips, she glared coldly over the back of one shoulder towards the ring.
Summer was unflinching in greeting her withering attention, flashing her heart-breaking smile whilst popping into her jaunty little bicep flex for the benefit of the hard camera.
“Little shit,” Dark exhaled to herself, evidently possessing a limit for just how much she was willing to be taunted, and her pride had just taken a dump on it. Turning about face, she began marching right back towards the ring, much to the delight of the FAWNatics who were eager to witness the resuming of hostilities.
“You want this!?!” she pointed a finger in Hopkins direction as she picked up the pace, Summer responding by bracing and preparing for Amanda’s combustible re-entry. Dark dove beneath the bottom rope and climbed her way back to vertical, blonde and brunette quickly meeting each other at centre ring. “You’re saying you want this!?!”
Summer, valiant in her bearing and tipping her chin up, began to reply as they squared off…
…before Dark THUMBED!! her in the eye!!
The crowd immediately called fowl as the startled Hopkins yelped and clutched at her suddenly abused, baby blue peeper, but Amanda was forever unsympathetic. She cared not for the means, only the results.
Fatigue forgotten in the face of her need for retribution, Amanda pulled the penitent blonde forwards and expertly slipped her arms beneath the young woman’s shoulders, securing first one butterfly lock and then a second. With her adversary so secured, the Mother of Midnight powered the younger woman off the deck and pivoted her up and over to lay across her shoulder in an excruciating, Canadian Backbreak!
Summer released a long and pained groan as she was jostled into place, the small of her back curling the wrong way as she was held aloft and displayed like a trophy. She closed her eyes as she endured, biting her bottom lip as she hung impotently above the canvas, long legs hanging idly as she was rocked slowly back and forth.
Amanda would be the first to admit, but the last to confess that she was not going to be able to keep Hopkins suspended up there indefinitely, being as she had too little stamina left in the tank this evening to not cut to the chase. With one last flex for the benefit of the hard camera, Dark DROPPED sharply down to her knees and, the moment the rapid descent abruptly ended, Summer’s spine jolted SHARPLY the wrong way and a loud cry escaped from the Girl of Steel’s body!
BUTTERFLY LOCK CANADIAN BACKBREAKER DROP@4:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HaohEU16LPg
With her whole-body quivering, Hopkins athletic frame jack knifed away from Amanda’s shoulder and she dropped heavily to the mat, cradling the small of her abused back whilst the tip of her right boot tapped an S.O.S on the canvas.
Beside her, Dark creaked her neck before pushing her way back up to one knee, rolling the shoulder joint that she had just weaponised so efficiently and resumed keeping control of the contest. Like a dog with a bone, she wasn’t about to let go now, collecting her opponent and bullying her back towards vertical, the Storm Reaper of the opinion that she had just enough left in the tank to impart one final lesson before putting her lifelong rival’s protégé out to paster.
Tugging the young blonde forwards towards a firm Front Headlock…
…she somehow found herself NAILED!! in the side of her head by Summer’s boot leather, rattling her senses and utterly oblivious to the fact the Supergirl of Sheffield had just caught her with a gorgeous Scorpion Kick out of nowhere!!
SCORPIAN KICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bTEPSAGl6eA
Up and over Hopkin’s coveted right stem and sailed though the air, catching her opponent true and displaying a great deal of crowd-pleasing flexibility. It bought Summer a precious second or two of free space, and she used that window to its maximum, standing up straight, ignoring the protests of her back, and tucked in close to her opponent. Slinging one of Amanda’s arms over her shoulder, she secured the other women’s belt and wrapped her right arm around her foe, bracing herself for a moment before powering her up and over with a valiant shout of her lips and a fresh cry of effort.
SAITO SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9QbKukv5Fs
Up and over Dark sailed and, in no time, she was slammed down against the deck across her head and shoulders. With senses even further rattled, Amanda spread out in a stunned heap, grimacing as she tried to get back up, deeply disliking the sudden flipping of the script.
Summer was giving her no room to recover, not now, back on Dark in an instant and hustling the Only Real Deal’s unwilling physique back up towards boot leather. The New British Bombshell didn’t force her to remain upright under her own power for long, instead tugging the brunette into a firm Front Headlock, slinging one of the women’s arms over her shoulders before also grasping her belt.
With a surge of effort, Hopkins powered Amanda into the air as though she were about to perform a Suplex but, at the apex of the arc with Dark suspended upside down and vertical with the canvas, the tips of her boots pointing towards the rafters, Summer wowed the FAWNatics with a display of strength and keeping her aloft!
The moment lingered just long enough for the world to take note, and then the Girl of Steel adjusted her grip and released her cargo for just a second. With a flutter of panic in her bosom, Amanda dropped straight back down to earth before the blonde caught her, arms circling about her waist and holding her close as her head became braced between the other girl’s thighs.
Hopkins DROPPED!! to her knees, and the crowd WHOOPED!! in appreciation as the crown of Dark’s noggin was NAILED!! into the canvas on the wrong end of a Piledriver!!
VERTICAL SUPLEX PILEDRIVER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=syNv610tAc8
Amanda heard none of it, not from the moment her skull met plywood in a thunderous collision, her whole body spasming before she flopped out of Summer’s grasp and puddled into a ruined heap on the canvas. Hopkins was immediately on top of her, collecting one stem as the Official started a count.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!
The bell rang and…
MADE FOR THIS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HIwbSq-bomk
…burst into life over the loud speakers, confirming the Supergirl of Sheffield’s victory!!
The FAWNatics cheered as Summer returned to her feet, exhaling a relieved breath and, feeling a little heady from all the praise, she crossed one of her long stems in front of the other and performing into a jaunty little bicep flex, pleasing her fans the world over. To further reciprocate their love, she turned to the hard camera and circled her hands into the shape of a heart, matching the silhouette cut out in her shirt, smiling for the audience before raising her hands up high.
AMANDA DARK
…“Keep her back,” Amanda demanded curtly, pacing slowly back and forth outside the squared circle with breathing laboured and hands on her hips. It was an utterly basely demand to make, the Supergirl of Sheffield inside the ring leaving her plenty of real estate to re-enter, but she was stalling and everyone knew it. As much as the FAWNatics heckled her for it, Dark cared not a single, solitary shit about their opinions, but being run ragged for the last ten minutes was rapidly getting on the veteran’s very last nerve.
She scowled, feeling irate and surely, leaning her head back as she momentarily looked up to the rafters before turning her attention to Summer, the Mother of Midnight measuring Susan’s favourite protégé with an intensely critical eye. She was better than Amanda had expected, and that pissed her right the f*ck off, the blonde seemingly barely even out of breath whilst Dark was glistening with a sheen of sweat.
The FAWNatics were loving it, the bright eyed and bushy tailed rookie taking the deeply cynical and world-weary veteran to school but, with her temples already thrumming from an ever-present hangover, Amanda’s opinion was far different.
“Last chance Dark,” the Official warned, stalling in his count for as long as he could get away with. When she showed no signs of listening, he sighed and raised his hands high.
“ONE!”
“TWO!”
The crowd joined in and, silently, Amanda bristled, returning to pacing before she reached one barricade, dipping her head down and exhaling deeply.
“THREE!”
“FOUR!”
Dark scowled, shaking her head before, to the shock of all those watching, for the first time in her illustrious career she turned her back on the squared circle and started walking away. She dismissed her opponent with a callous back wave of her hand as she made her way up the ramp, unapologetic in her course towards vacating the arena. The FAWNatics booed, and she didn’t listen, as always only caring about herself.
Back inside the ring, Summer’s tummy did a little flutter, the leggy blonde uncertain of how to react and standing up straight. Caught in a state of surprise and indecision, Baby Hopkins looked to the Official for advice but, when he didn’t have any, the British Bombshell bit nervously down on her bottom lip, not quite sure how to process her opponent just up and walking away.
As the Official reluctantly continued counting, albeit slowly, Summer quickly measured her options whilst resisting the urge to fidget. While technically yes, this would go down as a tick in her burgeoning win column, it was hardly one that would, as Ms. Style was fond of saying, move the needle. Reacting instinctively, Summer brought her hands together above her head and clapped, loud and assertive and even surprising herself with the action.
She did again, and then a third time, slow and measured and, soon enough, the crowd caught on, bringing their own hands together as one over and over. Soon the whole arena was echoing to the beat of that measured clap, a bell tolling to accompany Amanda’s self-imposed walk of shame.
It was a deafening, unmistakeably cheeky little taunt that Baby Hopkins wasn’t even aware that she’d had in her.
As for Dark…
The Only Real Deal did not find it amusing.
She stopped her pacing halfway up the ramp, straightening her posture and was unmoving, escalating irritation radiating off her in waves. With a narrowing her gaze, hands still planted on her hips, she glared coldly over the back of one shoulder towards the ring.
Summer was unflinching in greeting her withering attention, flashing her heart-breaking smile whilst popping into her jaunty little bicep flex for the benefit of the hard camera.
“Little shit,” Dark exhaled to herself, evidently possessing a limit for just how much she was willing to be taunted, and her pride had just taken a dump on it. Turning about face, she began marching right back towards the ring, much to the delight of the FAWNatics who were eager to witness the resuming of hostilities.
“You want this!?!” she pointed a finger in Hopkins direction as she picked up the pace, Summer responding by bracing and preparing for Amanda’s combustible re-entry. Dark dove beneath the bottom rope and climbed her way back to vertical, blonde and brunette quickly meeting each other at centre ring. “You’re saying you want this!?!”
Summer, valiant in her bearing and tipping her chin up, began to reply as they squared off…
…before Dark THUMBED!! her in the eye!!
The crowd immediately called fowl as the startled Hopkins yelped and clutched at her suddenly abused, baby blue peeper, but Amanda was forever unsympathetic. She cared not for the means, only the results.
Fatigue forgotten in the face of her need for retribution, Amanda pulled the penitent blonde forwards and expertly slipped her arms beneath the young woman’s shoulders, securing first one butterfly lock and then a second. With her adversary so secured, the Mother of Midnight powered the younger woman off the deck and pivoted her up and over to lay across her shoulder in an excruciating, Canadian Backbreak!
Summer released a long and pained groan as she was jostled into place, the small of her back curling the wrong way as she was held aloft and displayed like a trophy. She closed her eyes as she endured, biting her bottom lip as she hung impotently above the canvas, long legs hanging idly as she was rocked slowly back and forth.
Amanda would be the first to admit, but the last to confess that she was not going to be able to keep Hopkins suspended up there indefinitely, being as she had too little stamina left in the tank this evening to not cut to the chase. With one last flex for the benefit of the hard camera, Dark DROPPED sharply down to her knees and, the moment the rapid descent abruptly ended, Summer’s spine jolted SHARPLY the wrong way and a loud cry escaped from the Girl of Steel’s body!
BUTTERFLY LOCK CANADIAN BACKBREAKER DROP@4:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HaohEU16LPg
With her whole-body quivering, Hopkins athletic frame jack knifed away from Amanda’s shoulder and she dropped heavily to the mat, cradling the small of her abused back whilst the tip of her right boot tapped an S.O.S on the canvas.
Beside her, Dark creaked her neck before pushing her way back up to one knee, rolling the shoulder joint that she had just weaponised so efficiently and resumed keeping control of the contest. Like a dog with a bone, she wasn’t about to let go now, collecting her opponent and bullying her back towards vertical, the Storm Reaper of the opinion that she had just enough left in the tank to impart one final lesson before putting her lifelong rival’s protégé out to paster.
Tugging the young blonde forwards towards a firm Front Headlock…
…she somehow found herself NAILED!! in the side of her head by Summer’s boot leather, rattling her senses and utterly oblivious to the fact the Supergirl of Sheffield had just caught her with a gorgeous Scorpion Kick out of nowhere!!
SCORPIAN KICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bTEPSAGl6eA
Up and over Hopkin’s coveted right stem and sailed though the air, catching her opponent true and displaying a great deal of crowd-pleasing flexibility. It bought Summer a precious second or two of free space, and she used that window to its maximum, standing up straight, ignoring the protests of her back, and tucked in close to her opponent. Slinging one of Amanda’s arms over her shoulder, she secured the other women’s belt and wrapped her right arm around her foe, bracing herself for a moment before powering her up and over with a valiant shout of her lips and a fresh cry of effort.
SAITO SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9QbKukv5Fs
Up and over Dark sailed and, in no time, she was slammed down against the deck across her head and shoulders. With senses even further rattled, Amanda spread out in a stunned heap, grimacing as she tried to get back up, deeply disliking the sudden flipping of the script.
Summer was giving her no room to recover, not now, back on Dark in an instant and hustling the Only Real Deal’s unwilling physique back up towards boot leather. The New British Bombshell didn’t force her to remain upright under her own power for long, instead tugging the brunette into a firm Front Headlock, slinging one of the women’s arms over her shoulders before also grasping her belt.
With a surge of effort, Hopkins powered Amanda into the air as though she were about to perform a Suplex but, at the apex of the arc with Dark suspended upside down and vertical with the canvas, the tips of her boots pointing towards the rafters, Summer wowed the FAWNatics with a display of strength and keeping her aloft!
The moment lingered just long enough for the world to take note, and then the Girl of Steel adjusted her grip and released her cargo for just a second. With a flutter of panic in her bosom, Amanda dropped straight back down to earth before the blonde caught her, arms circling about her waist and holding her close as her head became braced between the other girl’s thighs.
Hopkins DROPPED!! to her knees, and the crowd WHOOPED!! in appreciation as the crown of Dark’s noggin was NAILED!! into the canvas on the wrong end of a Piledriver!!
VERTICAL SUPLEX PILEDRIVER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=syNv610tAc8
Amanda heard none of it, not from the moment her skull met plywood in a thunderous collision, her whole body spasming before she flopped out of Summer’s grasp and puddled into a ruined heap on the canvas. Hopkins was immediately on top of her, collecting one stem as the Official started a count.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!
The bell rang and…
MADE FOR THIS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HIwbSq-bomk
…burst into life over the loud speakers, confirming the Supergirl of Sheffield’s victory!!
The FAWNatics cheered as Summer returned to her feet, exhaling a relieved breath and, feeling a little heady from all the praise, she crossed one of her long stems in front of the other and performing into a jaunty little bicep flex, pleasing her fans the world over. To further reciprocate their love, she turned to the hard camera and circled her hands into the shape of a heart, matching the silhouette cut out in her shirt, smiling for the audience before raising her hands up high.