Post by EmmaWoods007 on Feb 20, 2021 13:08:33 GMT
MARY SINCLAIR
SCARLET SINCLAIR
ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ
DAISY LEMAY
… “Come back here!” Scarlet Sinclair demanded, giving chase outside the ring with kendo stick in hand, surprisingly speedy for her diminutive stature and keeping pace with the also fleet footed and fleeing, Daisy LeMay. “I’m not done hitting you yet!”
Following Thrills, Chills and Spills, exactly no-body had been surprised to find hostilities resume between the World’s best Brits and Bad Reputation, the first collision between the teams post PPV resulting in action taking place that was both scheduled and not. The Dastardly Damsel had attempted to get directly involved with the in-ring action, but the Babe of Brawl was having none of it, Scarlet disarming the would-be interloper on her sister’s behalf, and now fully intended on inserting said weapon where the sun didn’t shine on Daisy’s curvy anatomy.
LeMay was less than sanguine about the proposal, hence the hasty retreat, the duo causing chaos aplenty amongst the stage crew and cameramen.
Inside the ring, relations between Mary and Alejandra were fairing no better, the Li’lest Sinclair set on staying one step ahead of the more powerful Fernandez, the Mexican Mauler proving to be unable to pin the Mighty Mite down for long enough to clip her wings.
With her heart somehow beating faster than the rapid pitter pattering of her sneakered feet dashing across the canvas, Mary sprinted from one side of the ring to the other, ducking beneath a clothesline from Fernandez on her way to the opposite set of ring ropes. At the last pace, the Petite Princess leapt, her feet coming to land on the middle rope and, as the rubber coated steel snapped taunt, she was propelled backwards through the air as she curled into a beautiful Moonsault.
Alejandra, however, was ready, catching her out of the sky after bracing herself and, with the FAWNatics gasping in panic, she locked her unwilling cargo in place across her shoulder. Folded neatly forwards over that firm joint in a Powerslam position, the Brit was perhaps seconds away from being planted by the dreaded Gringa Killer. Fernandez advanced, preparing to do exactly that…
…before the Freckled Fury frantically wriggled her way free, little bod shaking this way and that until a frustrated Prototype cursed quietly and lost her grip, stumbling forwards following her sudden loss of package.
Mary landed on her feet, sliding out the backdoor, heart all a flutter as she first set herself before shooting forwards, perpetual motion in action as she met a recovered Alejandra head on. Again, staying one step ahead, she leapt into the air, athletic stems leading the way, wrapping her legs about her opponent’s head and, with all the momentum in the world behind her, proceeded to rip Fernandez off her feet with a crowd pleasing Hurricanrana!
RUNNING HURRICANRANA
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OP80N2s_Ja4
The Muscle of Bad Reputation hit the deck hard across her back, bouncing her way up to sitting with a quiet, frustration laced curse and cradling the small of her spine.
In comparison, Mary was back on her feet again in a flash, fuelled with Babyface Adrenaline and propelled by the chants of the FAWNatics at her back, the Bashful Brit sprinting again and eating the up distance between them. Just as Alejandra found one knee, Mary was there to use it as a pedestal, popping up onto that posted joint and then CRACKING Fernandez clean across her jaw with a sweet Shining Wizard!
With her noggin snapping sideways, the Mexican Mauler dropped slowly to the deck, her expression looking glassy and a groan on her lips.
The Freckled Fury barely paid her a second look, hitting the ground running and throwing herself against the ring ropes, the Li’lest Sinclair rebounding off the coils and… sprinted straight past her fallen opponent, many of the FAWNatics wondering what the heck she could be up to.
It was a mystery soon answered, Mary reaching the opposite set of ring ropes… and then throwing herself through them, hurtling out of the ring between the top and middle ropes in a jaw dropping suicide dive, propelling herself directly into the running mass of Daisy LeMay!!
Too late the Cherry Cheeked Demon realised that she was about to be intercepted and, with a yelp followed by a cry of pain, Daisy was knocked clean off her feet and sent tumbling into a waiting barricade, crumpling to the floor in a dishevelled heap.
Scarlet, as surprised as anyone to find her sister outside the confines of the squared circle, never the less found the entire escapade hilarious, helping her sister back up to her feet and dusting her off.
All of a fluster and feeling excitable, Mary shared a crisp high five with Scarlet before the Barroom Brit pointed her back in the right direction.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” the brunette prompted.
“Uh huh, yes,” Mary nodded, biting on her bottom lip and looking sheepish now that her impulsivity was catching back up to her. “Back to it.”
“Back to it,” Scarlet agreed, giving her space and turning her attention back to Daisy. “Kick her ass.”
“Right,” Mary nodded again, popping back up onto the apron. “Kick her ass,” she assured herself, tucking back into the ring between the top and middle ropes…
…to receive a BOOT! to the side of her head from an irate and resurgent Fernandez!!
Damn near knocked senseless by the boot leather being rammed against her temple, a suddenly dazed and limp limbed Mary slumped forwards over the rubber coated steel. Alejandra grabbed her, jerking the smaller girl forwards into a firm front headlock and tugged her forwards, dragging her over the middle rope until she was supported on that strand by only her ankles.
The FAWNatics, filled with sudden worry, cried out a protest before the Mexican Mauler threw herself backwards, dragged Mary forwards, and NAILED the crown of her cherry topped noggin deep into the canvas!
ROPE HUNG DDT: @0:17 Onwards.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WmrxwRFA9vg
A sharp jolt ran the whole length of Mary’s diminutive stature before she slumped, face first across the deck, pert booty popping up for just a second in a concerning spasm before she lay still.
Alejandra, sat beside the wreckage that she had just created, exhaled a deep, calming breath before rolling her shoulders, the Prototype pushing back up to her feet and dragging her adversary up to standing with her. Mary didn’t need to keep herself upright, not as Fernandez, with seemingly little effort, muscled her up off her sneakers and slung her barely responsive body to lay up and over one shoulder, arms dangling down the front and legs likewise the back.
Package secured, Alejandra marched forwards a pace before picking up speed, inhaling a deep breath as she picked her spot and then, with a shout, she dropped to the canvas whilst slinging Mary forwards, PLANTING the Petite Princess back first into the deck. With a Powerslam that could put away the best of the FAWN Roster, the ring rattled as one half of the World’s Best Brits was driven into the mat, a great grunt being driven from her punished body and her frame falling idle.
GRINGA KILLER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KAqLD_o-swA
Fernandez pulled Mary in for a pin, and the Official dropped down to the canvas to begin counting…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
Alejandra demounted her beaten rival with a HARD shove down on the smaller girl’s chest, forcing a moan from the little redhead as Alejandra found her feet. Leaving one Brit behind, the Muscle of Bad Reputation marched over towards Scarlet, ‘reloading’ her biceps before she glowered down at the second half of the World’s Best Brits as…
THESE STREETS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FqbAASW_iLI
…returned to the loud speakers, much to the disappointment of the FAWNatics.
The two shared a glower but, as Alejandra raised her fists high and returned to the still fallen Mary, there was no denying which faction had claimed the victory tonight.
SCARLET SINCLAIR
ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ
DAISY LEMAY
… “Come back here!” Scarlet Sinclair demanded, giving chase outside the ring with kendo stick in hand, surprisingly speedy for her diminutive stature and keeping pace with the also fleet footed and fleeing, Daisy LeMay. “I’m not done hitting you yet!”
Following Thrills, Chills and Spills, exactly no-body had been surprised to find hostilities resume between the World’s best Brits and Bad Reputation, the first collision between the teams post PPV resulting in action taking place that was both scheduled and not. The Dastardly Damsel had attempted to get directly involved with the in-ring action, but the Babe of Brawl was having none of it, Scarlet disarming the would-be interloper on her sister’s behalf, and now fully intended on inserting said weapon where the sun didn’t shine on Daisy’s curvy anatomy.
LeMay was less than sanguine about the proposal, hence the hasty retreat, the duo causing chaos aplenty amongst the stage crew and cameramen.
Inside the ring, relations between Mary and Alejandra were fairing no better, the Li’lest Sinclair set on staying one step ahead of the more powerful Fernandez, the Mexican Mauler proving to be unable to pin the Mighty Mite down for long enough to clip her wings.
With her heart somehow beating faster than the rapid pitter pattering of her sneakered feet dashing across the canvas, Mary sprinted from one side of the ring to the other, ducking beneath a clothesline from Fernandez on her way to the opposite set of ring ropes. At the last pace, the Petite Princess leapt, her feet coming to land on the middle rope and, as the rubber coated steel snapped taunt, she was propelled backwards through the air as she curled into a beautiful Moonsault.
Alejandra, however, was ready, catching her out of the sky after bracing herself and, with the FAWNatics gasping in panic, she locked her unwilling cargo in place across her shoulder. Folded neatly forwards over that firm joint in a Powerslam position, the Brit was perhaps seconds away from being planted by the dreaded Gringa Killer. Fernandez advanced, preparing to do exactly that…
…before the Freckled Fury frantically wriggled her way free, little bod shaking this way and that until a frustrated Prototype cursed quietly and lost her grip, stumbling forwards following her sudden loss of package.
Mary landed on her feet, sliding out the backdoor, heart all a flutter as she first set herself before shooting forwards, perpetual motion in action as she met a recovered Alejandra head on. Again, staying one step ahead, she leapt into the air, athletic stems leading the way, wrapping her legs about her opponent’s head and, with all the momentum in the world behind her, proceeded to rip Fernandez off her feet with a crowd pleasing Hurricanrana!
RUNNING HURRICANRANA
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OP80N2s_Ja4
The Muscle of Bad Reputation hit the deck hard across her back, bouncing her way up to sitting with a quiet, frustration laced curse and cradling the small of her spine.
In comparison, Mary was back on her feet again in a flash, fuelled with Babyface Adrenaline and propelled by the chants of the FAWNatics at her back, the Bashful Brit sprinting again and eating the up distance between them. Just as Alejandra found one knee, Mary was there to use it as a pedestal, popping up onto that posted joint and then CRACKING Fernandez clean across her jaw with a sweet Shining Wizard!
With her noggin snapping sideways, the Mexican Mauler dropped slowly to the deck, her expression looking glassy and a groan on her lips.
The Freckled Fury barely paid her a second look, hitting the ground running and throwing herself against the ring ropes, the Li’lest Sinclair rebounding off the coils and… sprinted straight past her fallen opponent, many of the FAWNatics wondering what the heck she could be up to.
It was a mystery soon answered, Mary reaching the opposite set of ring ropes… and then throwing herself through them, hurtling out of the ring between the top and middle ropes in a jaw dropping suicide dive, propelling herself directly into the running mass of Daisy LeMay!!
Too late the Cherry Cheeked Demon realised that she was about to be intercepted and, with a yelp followed by a cry of pain, Daisy was knocked clean off her feet and sent tumbling into a waiting barricade, crumpling to the floor in a dishevelled heap.
Scarlet, as surprised as anyone to find her sister outside the confines of the squared circle, never the less found the entire escapade hilarious, helping her sister back up to her feet and dusting her off.
All of a fluster and feeling excitable, Mary shared a crisp high five with Scarlet before the Barroom Brit pointed her back in the right direction.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” the brunette prompted.
“Uh huh, yes,” Mary nodded, biting on her bottom lip and looking sheepish now that her impulsivity was catching back up to her. “Back to it.”
“Back to it,” Scarlet agreed, giving her space and turning her attention back to Daisy. “Kick her ass.”
“Right,” Mary nodded again, popping back up onto the apron. “Kick her ass,” she assured herself, tucking back into the ring between the top and middle ropes…
…to receive a BOOT! to the side of her head from an irate and resurgent Fernandez!!
Damn near knocked senseless by the boot leather being rammed against her temple, a suddenly dazed and limp limbed Mary slumped forwards over the rubber coated steel. Alejandra grabbed her, jerking the smaller girl forwards into a firm front headlock and tugged her forwards, dragging her over the middle rope until she was supported on that strand by only her ankles.
The FAWNatics, filled with sudden worry, cried out a protest before the Mexican Mauler threw herself backwards, dragged Mary forwards, and NAILED the crown of her cherry topped noggin deep into the canvas!
ROPE HUNG DDT: @0:17 Onwards.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WmrxwRFA9vg
A sharp jolt ran the whole length of Mary’s diminutive stature before she slumped, face first across the deck, pert booty popping up for just a second in a concerning spasm before she lay still.
Alejandra, sat beside the wreckage that she had just created, exhaled a deep, calming breath before rolling her shoulders, the Prototype pushing back up to her feet and dragging her adversary up to standing with her. Mary didn’t need to keep herself upright, not as Fernandez, with seemingly little effort, muscled her up off her sneakers and slung her barely responsive body to lay up and over one shoulder, arms dangling down the front and legs likewise the back.
Package secured, Alejandra marched forwards a pace before picking up speed, inhaling a deep breath as she picked her spot and then, with a shout, she dropped to the canvas whilst slinging Mary forwards, PLANTING the Petite Princess back first into the deck. With a Powerslam that could put away the best of the FAWN Roster, the ring rattled as one half of the World’s Best Brits was driven into the mat, a great grunt being driven from her punished body and her frame falling idle.
GRINGA KILLER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KAqLD_o-swA
Fernandez pulled Mary in for a pin, and the Official dropped down to the canvas to begin counting…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
Alejandra demounted her beaten rival with a HARD shove down on the smaller girl’s chest, forcing a moan from the little redhead as Alejandra found her feet. Leaving one Brit behind, the Muscle of Bad Reputation marched over towards Scarlet, ‘reloading’ her biceps before she glowered down at the second half of the World’s Best Brits as…
THESE STREETS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FqbAASW_iLI
…returned to the loud speakers, much to the disappointment of the FAWNatics.
The two shared a glower but, as Alejandra raised her fists high and returned to the still fallen Mary, there was no denying which faction had claimed the victory tonight.