Post by EmmaWoods007 on Feb 17, 2021 10:05:32 GMT
ALEXIS ATLANTIC
IRMA IRONS
…With no quarter given and even less asked for, hostilities between the All-American Ass Kicker and the Personification of Pissed Off had resumed the moment both young women were back to sharing the same ring, much to the delight of the small, albeit packed locale. Alcohol was in supply aplenty in what was, as many watching at home surmised, actually a surprisingly spacious barroom basement, and the crowd were especially rowdy even by the standards of the FAWNatics.
It was, quite frankly, perfect for the likes of Alexis Atlantic and Irma Irons to throw down.
With their record standing at one apiece, each were determined to pull ahead of the other in their own private feud, for reasons of pride if nothing else.
With a shout, Alexis connected with an almighty right fist to Irma’s exposed jaw, throwing her head on a swivel and damn near knocking her lights out! The crowd ate it up as the Official, granting a surprising amount of leeway this evening, had allowed such closed fisted violence all night.
Iron’s teetered on the spot, almost falling over, but it was Atlantic that prevented her from doing so, collecting one arm of the Brit and then muscling her fellow brawler to lay up and across her shoulders. Fireman’s Carry secured, she paced towards centre ring and, with the crowd bombastically chanting the Warcry scrawled across the back of the blonde’s shirt…
“F*CK! YEAH!! F*CK! YEAH!! F*CK! YEAH!! F*CK! YEAH!! F*CK! YEAH!!”
…she picked her spot, pivoted her hips, launched Irma free from her perch before sitting out. Alexis positively SLAMMED the back of her opponent’s head and shoulders into the canvas between her spread open legs, knocking the starch clean out of Irma’s body and leaving her slumped in a heap on the deck.
AERIAL BOMBARDMENT: @0:19
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-A_gwzCHuNs
Atlantic retained her grip on one leg, and the Official dropped down to begin counting…
ONE!
TWO!!
THR…
Iron’s kicked out, proving that she still possessed some semblance of life, scowling with a pained grimace as she raggedly inhaled deep breaths.
Alexis was undeterred, brushing off her disappointment with more practical concerns, the Little Lioness getting back up to her feet and, with the crowd still in full voice, began hauling her adversary back up to vertical. Nothing worth having was ever easy, and flattening the Apex Enforcer on her back was something most defiantly on that list.
With Irma back up onto one knee…
…the Brit suddenly shouted, a grunt as much as a growl as she suddenly pivoted herself about sharply and RAMMED her right fist up into the rigid, trim tummy of Atlantic. The blonde gasped as she folded forwards, utterly unprepared to the savage assault to her midriff, and her knees went all a shimmy as she almost dropped down.
She didn’t make it that far, not with the resurgent Iron’s following up her first strike with a wince inducing uppercut, one that clocked Alexis clean under her jaw and sent her head snapping backwards, a grunt escaping out from between her clenched teeth.
Seeing nothing but stars and suddenly reeling, Atlantic was forced to stumble blindly, staggering on her way closer to one corner whilst she cradled her face. Her ears were ringing and, even when the Miniature Marine was able to bring herself to an unsteady stop, no amount of effort was enabling her to bring the world back into focus.
Disorientated, Alexis turned slowly on the spot…
…and ate the entirety of a…
“SPEAR!!”
…which the crowd unhelpfully, joyfully cried out as the pocket blonde’s sixpack was IMPALED by her rival’s rigid shoulder, Irma throwing herself through the air like a missile!! Atlantic grooooooaned, even whilst still in flight, her small body folding about her opponent’s powerful physique in a whiplashing motion, her feet ripped off the deck before they both dropped heavily down to the deck.
Alexis was in a bad way, her right stem twitching as she was struggled to even inhale and, with Irma perched atop her, her life expectancy in this contest was rapidly growing shorter.
Iron’s grabbed the All-American Ass Kicker by the back of her head and, holding her steady, the Brit CRACKED her across the temple with a closed fist!! Atlantic’s whole body jolted as she slumped limp, no amount of conditioning preparing you for being punched square in the face and, when Irma followed up with two more, like minded blows to her cranium, she was quickly reduced to pudding in short order.
Her teeth clenched together and eyes wide, Irma was exhaling deeply as she held up her right fist, her own knuckles now red raw following the brutal pounding. She was clearly considered continuing, even with Alexis unresponsive in her grip but, with a snort and sharp shake of her head, the Manchester Malcontent barely mastered her ever present temper and instead started getting up.
She dragged the deadweight of her rival with her, Atlantic left swaying on her feet just long enough for Iron’s to muscle the pocket blonde to rest up and across her shoulders. Taking her turn to apply a Fireman’s Carry, Irma marched on over to the same spot on the canvas that Alexis had seen fit to plant her before and then, with a roar from the boisterous crowd matching her own blood curdling cry, she shoved the Little Lioness free from her perch as she also dropped down to one side. Less than a second later, Atlantic was PLANTED into the deck across the back of her head and shoulders, a sharp spasm running the full length of her small body before she flopped out on the mat!
IRON VALLEY DRIVER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BDD_NJ1Bnjc
Shovelling an unresponsive Alexis up onto her shoulders, Iron’s secured her for a pinfall that the Official started counting…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The response of the crowd was surprisingly more positive than the likes of Irma were used to and, as she dragged herself back up to vertical with a loud roar on her lips as…
BURY YOU
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLliftUOkmg
…returned to the loud speakers. She was still exhaling deeply, her blood well and truly up, her warpath towards Heartbroken unrelenting…
…her music suddenly cut out and, without warning…
BAD THINGS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hKzwSsxkpTA
…took its place, earning the first, negative reaction from this particular crowd tonight, the FAWNatics showering the entrance with boos as a curvy brunette emerged from behind the curtains uninvited, strolling out into view and coming to a full stop just out of reach of the drunken heathens. 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 where she was, 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. “How… entertaining I suppose.”
Iron’s grunted, pacing back and forth inside the ring and glowering in Her Ladyships direction.
“Remind me,” Lethbridge’s mood darkened as she glowered right on back. “After you dispatched with poor, little Ms. Cassidy three nights ago, just whose corpse did you say you would be ripping the EurAsia Title off?”
Not needing a microphone to make herself heard in the smaller locale, Irma surged forwards towards the ropes preparing too…
…panic and surprise soon rippled through the crowd as, from their ranks, suddenly the imposing physique of the EurAsia Champion herself, Cleona Flynn SHOVED them all aside and dove quickly into the ring. Irma turned about and…
…was damn near flattened by a Highland Kick!!
HIGHLAND KICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8QKicPHF44
With the sole of Flynn’s boot catching her square across the torso, Iron’s went down hard and was immediately gasping for air, already fatigued from one hard fought battle and ill prepared to get into a second.
CLEONA FLYNN
The Gaelic Goddess, as always, was ruthlessly economical in her lynching’s, the bigger Brit leaning down to grab one of the gagging brunettes’ arms and haul her back up to boot leather. Without a hint of hesitation, and seemingly little effort, she powered the Personification of Pissed Off to lay up across her shoulders before, mercilessly, she THREW herself backwards into a Celtic Drop!!
CELTIC DROP: @0:27 Onwards.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=E94pgpZWWcY&t=35s
From head to toe, Irma’s whole body was rocked, both her heavy, deflated groan audible and the recoil of her spasm visible. Iron’s slumped, rolling over onto her front and barely moving, a poor position to be in as her upcoming adversary at Heartbroken got back up to her feet and, with just one step, took to the air, sat out, and DROPPED all one hundred and fifty-two of her pounds of her body weight DOWN across the back of Irma’s head and shoulders.
The Apex Enforcer wasn’t getting back up again anytime soon after that, and Cleona seemed satisfied to leave her in that state as she returned to vertical, looking faintly bored if nothing else as she now nominated the squared circle.
KILLER INSIDE OF ME
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-ykAnJRPiw
…began to issue forth from the loud speakers, leaving none in doubt as to who was now in current control of the Road to Heartbroken and, still at the top of the ramp, Lady Lydia Lethbridge could not have been more satisfied.
IRMA IRONS
…With no quarter given and even less asked for, hostilities between the All-American Ass Kicker and the Personification of Pissed Off had resumed the moment both young women were back to sharing the same ring, much to the delight of the small, albeit packed locale. Alcohol was in supply aplenty in what was, as many watching at home surmised, actually a surprisingly spacious barroom basement, and the crowd were especially rowdy even by the standards of the FAWNatics.
It was, quite frankly, perfect for the likes of Alexis Atlantic and Irma Irons to throw down.
With their record standing at one apiece, each were determined to pull ahead of the other in their own private feud, for reasons of pride if nothing else.
With a shout, Alexis connected with an almighty right fist to Irma’s exposed jaw, throwing her head on a swivel and damn near knocking her lights out! The crowd ate it up as the Official, granting a surprising amount of leeway this evening, had allowed such closed fisted violence all night.
Iron’s teetered on the spot, almost falling over, but it was Atlantic that prevented her from doing so, collecting one arm of the Brit and then muscling her fellow brawler to lay up and across her shoulders. Fireman’s Carry secured, she paced towards centre ring and, with the crowd bombastically chanting the Warcry scrawled across the back of the blonde’s shirt…
“F*CK! YEAH!! F*CK! YEAH!! F*CK! YEAH!! F*CK! YEAH!! F*CK! YEAH!!”
…she picked her spot, pivoted her hips, launched Irma free from her perch before sitting out. Alexis positively SLAMMED the back of her opponent’s head and shoulders into the canvas between her spread open legs, knocking the starch clean out of Irma’s body and leaving her slumped in a heap on the deck.
AERIAL BOMBARDMENT: @0:19
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-A_gwzCHuNs
Atlantic retained her grip on one leg, and the Official dropped down to begin counting…
ONE!
TWO!!
THR…
Iron’s kicked out, proving that she still possessed some semblance of life, scowling with a pained grimace as she raggedly inhaled deep breaths.
Alexis was undeterred, brushing off her disappointment with more practical concerns, the Little Lioness getting back up to her feet and, with the crowd still in full voice, began hauling her adversary back up to vertical. Nothing worth having was ever easy, and flattening the Apex Enforcer on her back was something most defiantly on that list.
With Irma back up onto one knee…
…the Brit suddenly shouted, a grunt as much as a growl as she suddenly pivoted herself about sharply and RAMMED her right fist up into the rigid, trim tummy of Atlantic. The blonde gasped as she folded forwards, utterly unprepared to the savage assault to her midriff, and her knees went all a shimmy as she almost dropped down.
She didn’t make it that far, not with the resurgent Iron’s following up her first strike with a wince inducing uppercut, one that clocked Alexis clean under her jaw and sent her head snapping backwards, a grunt escaping out from between her clenched teeth.
Seeing nothing but stars and suddenly reeling, Atlantic was forced to stumble blindly, staggering on her way closer to one corner whilst she cradled her face. Her ears were ringing and, even when the Miniature Marine was able to bring herself to an unsteady stop, no amount of effort was enabling her to bring the world back into focus.
Disorientated, Alexis turned slowly on the spot…
…and ate the entirety of a…
“SPEAR!!”
…which the crowd unhelpfully, joyfully cried out as the pocket blonde’s sixpack was IMPALED by her rival’s rigid shoulder, Irma throwing herself through the air like a missile!! Atlantic grooooooaned, even whilst still in flight, her small body folding about her opponent’s powerful physique in a whiplashing motion, her feet ripped off the deck before they both dropped heavily down to the deck.
Alexis was in a bad way, her right stem twitching as she was struggled to even inhale and, with Irma perched atop her, her life expectancy in this contest was rapidly growing shorter.
Iron’s grabbed the All-American Ass Kicker by the back of her head and, holding her steady, the Brit CRACKED her across the temple with a closed fist!! Atlantic’s whole body jolted as she slumped limp, no amount of conditioning preparing you for being punched square in the face and, when Irma followed up with two more, like minded blows to her cranium, she was quickly reduced to pudding in short order.
Her teeth clenched together and eyes wide, Irma was exhaling deeply as she held up her right fist, her own knuckles now red raw following the brutal pounding. She was clearly considered continuing, even with Alexis unresponsive in her grip but, with a snort and sharp shake of her head, the Manchester Malcontent barely mastered her ever present temper and instead started getting up.
She dragged the deadweight of her rival with her, Atlantic left swaying on her feet just long enough for Iron’s to muscle the pocket blonde to rest up and across her shoulders. Taking her turn to apply a Fireman’s Carry, Irma marched on over to the same spot on the canvas that Alexis had seen fit to plant her before and then, with a roar from the boisterous crowd matching her own blood curdling cry, she shoved the Little Lioness free from her perch as she also dropped down to one side. Less than a second later, Atlantic was PLANTED into the deck across the back of her head and shoulders, a sharp spasm running the full length of her small body before she flopped out on the mat!
IRON VALLEY DRIVER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BDD_NJ1Bnjc
Shovelling an unresponsive Alexis up onto her shoulders, Iron’s secured her for a pinfall that the Official started counting…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The response of the crowd was surprisingly more positive than the likes of Irma were used to and, as she dragged herself back up to vertical with a loud roar on her lips as…
BURY YOU
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLliftUOkmg
…returned to the loud speakers. She was still exhaling deeply, her blood well and truly up, her warpath towards Heartbroken unrelenting…
…her music suddenly cut out and, without warning…
BAD THINGS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hKzwSsxkpTA
…took its place, earning the first, negative reaction from this particular crowd tonight, the FAWNatics showering the entrance with boos as a curvy brunette emerged from behind the curtains uninvited, strolling out into view and coming to a full stop just out of reach of the drunken heathens. 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 where she was, 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. “How… entertaining I suppose.”
Iron’s grunted, pacing back and forth inside the ring and glowering in Her Ladyships direction.
“Remind me,” Lethbridge’s mood darkened as she glowered right on back. “After you dispatched with poor, little Ms. Cassidy three nights ago, just whose corpse did you say you would be ripping the EurAsia Title off?”
Not needing a microphone to make herself heard in the smaller locale, Irma surged forwards towards the ropes preparing too…
…panic and surprise soon rippled through the crowd as, from their ranks, suddenly the imposing physique of the EurAsia Champion herself, Cleona Flynn SHOVED them all aside and dove quickly into the ring. Irma turned about and…
…was damn near flattened by a Highland Kick!!
HIGHLAND KICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8QKicPHF44
With the sole of Flynn’s boot catching her square across the torso, Iron’s went down hard and was immediately gasping for air, already fatigued from one hard fought battle and ill prepared to get into a second.
CLEONA FLYNN
The Gaelic Goddess, as always, was ruthlessly economical in her lynching’s, the bigger Brit leaning down to grab one of the gagging brunettes’ arms and haul her back up to boot leather. Without a hint of hesitation, and seemingly little effort, she powered the Personification of Pissed Off to lay up across her shoulders before, mercilessly, she THREW herself backwards into a Celtic Drop!!
CELTIC DROP: @0:27 Onwards.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=E94pgpZWWcY&t=35s
From head to toe, Irma’s whole body was rocked, both her heavy, deflated groan audible and the recoil of her spasm visible. Iron’s slumped, rolling over onto her front and barely moving, a poor position to be in as her upcoming adversary at Heartbroken got back up to her feet and, with just one step, took to the air, sat out, and DROPPED all one hundred and fifty-two of her pounds of her body weight DOWN across the back of Irma’s head and shoulders.
The Apex Enforcer wasn’t getting back up again anytime soon after that, and Cleona seemed satisfied to leave her in that state as she returned to vertical, looking faintly bored if nothing else as she now nominated the squared circle.
KILLER INSIDE OF ME
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-ykAnJRPiw
…began to issue forth from the loud speakers, leaving none in doubt as to who was now in current control of the Road to Heartbroken and, still at the top of the ramp, Lady Lydia Lethbridge could not have been more satisfied.