Post by hawkeye on Nov 7, 2021 23:33:43 GMT
Anticipation was high as the (spookiest) evening (of the year) rolled on, an already combustible night of matches rapidly racing towards a climax with oh so coveted Gold beginning to be on the line. For the briefest of moments, a hush fell across the packed arena before…
FOR LIFE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGlrMUC2aJw
…burst into life over the loud speakers and the stage was bathed in renewed illumination, the Girl of Steel, Summer Hopkins, standing at its centre.
The FAWNatics erupted and, remembering all of her coaching, Summer popped into a jaunty, little bicep flex with one of her long legs crossed ever so slightly in front of the other, capturing everyone’s attention, including that of the Gladiatrix photographers.
SUMMER HOPKINS
While she didn’t quite possess the sheer, domineering presence of her elder sibling, Cassie, Baby Hopkins was physically sublime non the less, every inch of her a sleek and athletic in all the right places as her form fitting attire hugged her like a jealous lover, the NEW EuroAsia Champion five foot seven and one hundred and twenty-eight pounds of instant heartbreak.
Faced with the overwhelming response of the masses, Summer’s cheeks flushed a delightful shade of crimson, the blonde briefly biting her bottom lip and bringing her hands back together, forming a heart for the faithful that matched the cut out silhouette of her top.
Affection both received and freely given, Baby Hopkins set off down the ramp, spotlight accompanying her the entire way as her long strides ate up the distance in no time at all.
As she reached the apron she jumped, deftly making the distance before swinging both of her long, lithe stems up and over the top rope, one after the other, quite accidently pointing her firm, pert booty in the direction of the nearest camera, the words ‘YOU WISH!!’ stencilled across the young women’s crimson clad cheeks in white, girlish script.
Arriving at the centre of the squared circle, she popped into a second, jaunty bicep flex whilst flashing the most bashful of smiles for the FAWNatics continued appreciation, the former wallflower blossoming before the very eyes of the FAWNatics.
With a renewed nipping of her bottom lip and a fresh bout of embarrassment, the Supergirl of Sheffield brought her hands down to her hips, her fingertips tapping the gleaming faceplate her new Gold, the coveted and prized EuroAsia Title. The crowd cheered all the more and, with an appreciative thank you, Summer accepted a microphone from the Official.
“So,” she began to question before subduing a bout of giddiness, her tummy fluttering with excitement. “How do I look?”
Almost immediately, the FAWNatics answered, the cheers transforming into a chant with surprising swiftness.
“MADE! FOR!! THIS!!! MADE! FOR!! THIS!!! MADE! FOR!! THIS!!! MADE! FOR!! THIS!!!”
Momentarily flashing the brightest shade of crimson yet, Summer stood proud at centre ring.
“Honestly,” she admitted, “I wasn’t convinced that this could happen.”
The crowd disagreed.
“More than a few people have to tried to convince me otherwise,” she thought of the likes of her Developmental rival, Carla Crash, before putting her out of mind. “But while they might have been loudest, they were not the majority.”
With that, the crowd did agree.
“I owe so many people for this, too many to mention, for their support,” she paused for a moment, unbuckling the ten pounds of gold and leather strap from about her waist, holding it up for more to see. “And for the opportunity. That is something I want to give back, especially after the Commonwealth spent so long squirreling this Title away, opportunity.”
Adjusting her grip, Summer held her Gold up high, showing it to all four corners of the arena.
“That’s why, tonight,” she looked back to the curtains she herself had arrived through. “I am issuing an Open Challenge for the EuroAsia Ti…”
It was then that the Houselights fell…
DEVIL
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XxlaJQGve7s
Summer didn’t finish her sentence, she barely finished her thought as an unnatural air of trepidation fell about the arena, the tight confines suddenly claustrophobic, the slow creep of foreboding summoning a chill that was unnatural. A slim slit of crimson red illuminated through the curtains, the identity of the arriving competitor not a mystery and yet, from reputation and history, a palpable sense of unease gathered over those watching.
Erika Eisenberg emerged amongst the stark and piercing beat of that opening rhythm, the melody as unsettling as it was threatening, the curvaceous carnivore striding with purpose, with desire, her pace unceasing and her gaze entrancing, ice blue and calculating, alluring... perilous...
ERIKA EISENBERG
Attired in the skin of the dead, the Curvaceous Carnivore was hugged tightly by the two-piece, dark tan, snake skin top and slim line shorts, elbow long, fingerless gloves and knee-high boots, she was every inch the Titan the FAWNatics remembered and feared her to be. Slowly, with cold, methodical, malicious intent, she circled the ring, refusing to acknowledge the unsettled bystanders, that stare, that piercing, ravenous stare soaking in the ground upon which she would feed upon the current EuroAsia Champion.
Once the undisputed Queen of Misery, Eisenberg’s statuesque physique heralded an overriding sense of dread, of cold, malicious intent, five foot nine and one hundred of forty pounds of insatiable hunger that could not be sated.
Suddenly, with a burst of speed, she all but leapt up onto the apron, proceeding to almost effortlessly lift one long, stunningly powerful leg over the top rope, followed quickly by the other, a slight, mirthless smile finally rising to her coldly intense features.
That smallest of mirthless smirks remained upon her features as the houselights returned with agonizing slowness and she found centre ring, her eyes unfaltering from the almost painfully young blonde before her, the veteran, titanic athlete inhaling slowly… yet deeply in anticipation, expelling just two words heard the length and breadth of the arena.
“I accept.”
When she spoke, she purred, and it tasted like poison.
To her credit, despite her mounting trepidation as she was forced to gaze up slightly into the eyes of the Primordial Predator, Summer swallowed only slightly. Steeling her resolve, the British Bombshell tipped her chin up just so and stood her ground before her taller, stronger and far more ruthless contender opposite, the Breaker of Wills and Eater of Champions who had already broken Summer’s elder sister, Cassie, across her unflinching knee.
Inhaling a deep breath, Hopkins squared her shoulders and nodded, holding her own gaze as she matched Erika’s.
In unison and support, the FAWNatics chanted her name.
“SUM-MER!! SUM-MER!! SUM-MER!! SUM-MER!!”
“Alright ladies,” the Official cleared his throat, not quite daring to get between the two. “The Match is set, thirty-minute time limit, one fall. I need you to back up to your corners.”
For the longest moment, neither of them acknowledged him before Hopkins nodded slightly, surrendering into his possession her EuroAsia Title before she began back peddling. Erika, her gaze undeviating, smiled a little further before she did likewise, the duo separating to opposite sides of the squared circle like the calm before the storm.
Summer, willing herself to remain calm, exhaled a short breath as she remained limber, ready for the bell…
…which was promptly rung, announcing the opening of the contest.
Both leggy blondes began circling, matching each other’s pace as the anticipation of the crowd was palpable, their eyes only for each other until, cold and calculating, Erika stopped and took one measured step forward. Slowly, she raised her right hand high and, by unspoken invitation, challenged the Girl of Steel opposite her to do likewise.
The FAWNatics found themselves divided, many warning their favourite against stepping into the viper’s den, whilst just as many willed Hopkins to take the python by her jaws, believing that the smaller grappler could match her towering adversary.
Ultimately, the decision was Summer’s and, after a moment of understandable hesitation, she displayed that her courage was in plentiful supply as she stepped forwards. Raising her own right hand, she locked her fingers about Erika’s right hand and the two pressed their palms together before doing likewise with their left, Champion and Challenger straining against one another in a titanic test of strength.
Unsurprisingly, the vast majority of the crowd was behind one young woman in particular.
“SUM-MER!! SUM-MER!! SUM-MER!! SUM-MER!!”
Her heart beating swiftly, the EuroAsia Champion drew strength from their support, planting her feet and, with her biceps flexing, she strained against the opposing pressure being brought to bare by the Queen of Misery. For long seconds, neither budged from their respective ground on the canvas, until Eisenberg’s smirk became a smile and, with cruelty in her expression, she shifted her position slightly and revealed that she’d been holding back.
A short, sharp and surprised cry escaped from Summer’s torso before she could recapture it, with the sudden surge of power being brought directly against her, the young woman found her wrists were being pushed back and she was FORCED to drop down to one knee. Valiantly, she tried to recover quickly, but Eisenberg was in no mood to let her do so, leaning down on her now advantageous position and ensuring Hopkin’s remained penitent.
Suddenly, with a sharp twist of her hips and a fierce tug, Erika yanked backwards on their hold and, surprised by the sudden shift in momentum, Summer was pulled up rapidly to her feet before being tossed callously through the air. She landed with short grunt as she tumbled over onto her hip and, to her credit, she recovered her balance quickly, creating a little distance between herself and Eisenberg before cautiously getting back up.
“Sweet little lamb,” Erika purred, her eyes filled with hunger. “As tender as he sister?”
Again, Summer exhaled a short breath, her supporters still behind her as she took a moment to absently readjust the hem of her shorts, neatly snapping the snug fabric back into position. She resisted the urge to take the bait, despite her heart skipping a beat, keeping her cool and not letting Eisenberg’s taunts get to her.
Just like Cassie would tell her.
Eisenberg, her smile slipping slightly, held her ground before Hopkins and, slowly, raised her right hand up into the air.
This time, the FAWNatics were less divided, collectively advising that their favourite find another way.
Summer, however, would not back down, the former wallflower marshalling her courage, stepping back up to the challenge, raising her own right hand and, again, firmly locking her palm against Erika’s. The left soon followed suit and, gazing into each other’s eyes, preparing the press…
…only for Eisenberg to suddenly YANK her prey forwards, Hopkin’s bright blue eyes opening wide in shock as, all too quickly, the Curvaceous Carnivore sprung her trap and WRAPPED the Supergirl of Sheffield up in one of her legendary Bearhugs!!
Summer resulting GASP as she was swept up off her feet was audible to all those in the front rows, and the heady GROOOOAN that followed heard by those sat even further back, her athletic frame near emptied of air as Erika drove it from her body, flexing with a fierce PULSE from her biceps. Overwhelmed by the sudden pressure, Hopkin’s curled in her opponents grasp, her mind reeling as the muscles in her back cramped and her spine popped in alarming fashion, moans slipping freely from her torso as she was slowly jostled up and down.
“Just a taste,” Erika whispered, adjusting her grip slightly and slowly circling at centre ring, clinching her hold even tighter and, with practiced pressure, jolted fresh grunts and deflated groans from Summer’s already flagging body.
“No,” Hopkins remained stubborn, grimacing and trying to pull away as the German nuzzled at her exposed throat. “No!”
“A little nibble,” Eisenberg hissed, unwilling to be denied as she lips teased the smaller blonde’s neck, beginning to pluck and suckle.
“I said, no!!” Summer defied, pulling back just far enough to suddenly BOX Erika about her ears, causing the vision of the Primordial Predator to flash. Erika hissed, this time in anger, preparing to ruthlessly embrace her victim even tighter before Hopkins threw her head forwards and NAILED her would be conqueror with an unexpected Headbutt!!
The CRACK of the colliding craniums caused many of those sitting in the arena to flinch as though they themselves were directly involved and, suddenly disorientated, Eisenberg dropped Hopkins and stumbled away, clutching at her forehead as her head started spinning. She recovered quickly, her resilience renowned and, with the true note of displeasure creasing her expression, she looked up and…
…ate a Superkick to the underside of her jaw!!
Summer’s long, lithe leg struck out and CRACKED the sole of her boot square and true. While it was far from the best kick that she would ever muster, the smaller blonde still reeling from the immense pressure that had been applied about her body, the strike was still more than enough to send her foe back peddling in reverse.
The FAWNatics WHOOPED, back to being in full voice now that their favourite had found her footing, hearted to see Erika forced back into a corner.
Wincing and cradling the small of her spine, Hopkins took the few seconds that she had stolen to recover her bearings, spotting her adversary on the back foot for the first time this evening and, with a worthy war cry, the British Bombshell 2.0 was soon sprinting across the ring and zeroing in on her target. She leapt, at the last yard, and the crowd had even more reason to cheer as the athletic blonde bounded in a blistering, running knee that was raised high enough to WHACK the waylaid Eisenberg sweetly across her cheek.
RUNNING KNEE: @1:59
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFArj4NEW_w
With Erika’s eyes looking bleary, Summer opted to keep the pressure on, snagging her foe by one wrist whilst slapping her palm against her shoulder, soon both tugging and shoving the German’s taller frame out of the corner and sent her stumbling out into no-man’s land at centre ring. Her own spirits higher, Hopkin’s briefly hunkered low and kept the stronger blonde in sight, exhaling a short breadth before launching back into a dash and…
…being damn near beheaded by a Clothesline from Hell!!
THE DEVILS LARIAT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8yW6eEtsZ6o
Switching from reeling to recovered in what seemed to be a split second, the domineering Eisenberg had spun about sharply on the spot and WHACKED her forearm square across the exposed shoulders of her lithe foe, and ripped her clean off her feet with ruthless force. With the air seeming to go out of the arena, Summer hit the deck hard and, bouncing off the plywood with shocking force, she shot back up to sitting and grimaced, cradling her chest as Erika towered over her.
Eisenberg was swift to take advantage, a python invading a mother’s nest, dropping down to one knee behind Hopkins and, with startling efficiency, snapping the younger woman up tight into one of the STIFFEST Sleepers in the world of wrestling!!
Summer released a short ‘erk!’, the strangled cry near silent and yet speaking volumes as Erika, leaning heavily down upon the smaller blondes back, synched her right arm in TIGHT about her supple throat whilst holding her head steady with the left. She stiffened, the Girl of Steel well aware that she was in extreme danger, her heart beating rapidly as she immediately began to tug on her opponent’s steel coiled and a flexed bicep, her lips parting with a long moan as her foe applied even more pressure in reply to her unwillingness to immediately capitulate. There was no give, and Hopkins bucked her hips to no avail, Eisenberg pinning her in one spot as she methodically straggled her cranium of air, the heels of Summer’s boot scraping fruitlessly back and forth across the canvas as she searched and found not even an inch of leverage.
All too quickly, she was growing listless and, as her bosom hiked in hopeless efforts to draw fresh breath, her eyes of bright blue began to flutter, her whole body beginning to glow listless as Erika, scenting weakness, bore down on her hold a little further.
Just as the edges of her world were beginning to grow blurry, Hopkins searched for what would be her last hope of freedom, reaching aimlessly out to her right side with a limb that threatened to drop at any moment. Her heart skipped a single beat as, unsure if she imagined it, she felt the tips of her fingers brush the edges of a ring rope, Summer stealing her resolve to reach just a little further…
Eisenberg, however, had spotted the danger and, with her own cold eyes narrowing slightly at the prospect of her lamb again denying her, her overdue indulgence, she released the Sleeper Hold to allow the EuroAsia Champion to inhale a deep and relieved breath. The reprieve, however, was all too temporary as Erika hooked her left hand beneath the forcibly languid Hopkins chin and pulled her head back, curling the young woman’s exposed chest skywards before brutally CLUBBING her with a rapid trio of blistering forearm smashes across her torso, battering the girl…
Once!
Twince!!
THRICE!!!
…with meaty WHACKS that left the young women not only breathless, but also left her laying back against her tormentor’s lap with scarcely a sign of life.
Tucking her palms beneath Summer’s compliant shoulders, Eisenberg jostled the near dead weight of her opposite back up towards vertical, spinning the bleary-eyed beauty about and folding her forwards…
…only for Hopkins to take her turn to display signs of unexpected life, grabbing Erika by her hips to brace herself and whipping her long, right leg up and over in a fashion that surely should be impossible, catching her Challenger flush with a sweet as you like Scorpion Kick!!
SCORPION KICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bTEPSAGl6eA
Her head again exposed to a swift dose of blunt force trauma, Eisenberg, in her native tongue cursed quietly as she stumbled a half step backwards, cradling her features as her eyes struggled to find focus, the FAWNatics blinding her senses further with their sudden and loud cheering. With a sneer, Erika shook it off quickly, growling low and dangerous as she stepped forwards…
…straight into another kick, Summer weaponizing her lovely lower limbs to great effect as she caught the towering blonde clean against her navel, gutting her of air which escaped from Eisenberg with a sharp grunt. She folded forwards, bracing herself as, opposite, Hopkin’s shot off at a sprint, heading off to one side for the furthest set of ring ropes.
Summer bounced off the rubber coated steel with enough force to dramatically increase her velocity and, returning to where to started, to CRACKED the folded Erika across the underside of her exposed jaw with a gorgeous kneelift!!
Eisenberg snapped back up to vertical, a shimmy in her posture as, in comparison, Hopkins was looking more vital with each passing second, her cheeks rosy as she nestled in closely to one side, neatly wrapped her left stem about Erika’s right and, with WHIPLASHING motion, swept both of their beguiling frames backwards towards earth with a beautiful Side Russian Leg Sweep!!
SIDE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP COMBO
www.youtube.com/watch?v=p2e5gyPRvqw
By far, Eisenberg hit the canvas hardest, lead as she was by her opponent, her whole body recoiling from the uncaring plywood as the sudden stop JOLTED her entire physique. For the briefest of moments, she lay idle, and Summer needed no further invitation, first rolling the compliant German over onto her front before the Supergirl of Sheffield leapt upon her back, wrapping her arms about Erika’s noggin and securing her own Sleeper!!
Too late, Eisenberg realised the danger, and she remained in too much of a stupor to immediately retaliate, the taller blonde lethargic in her reaction as she was forcibly rolled again, her lips already parting slightly in a moan from the pressure being applied about her throat.
With Summer now laid out across her back with Erika’s front facing skywards, the young woman first made sure to check that her own shoulders weren’t pressed down against the canvas before she followed up on one suffocating embrace by adding another. Exercising her already legendary legs once again, Hopkins wrapped her lower limbs about Eisenberg’s midriff and immediately began SQUEEEEEEEEEEZING, Summer’s whole body tensing as she added a Body Scissor to her embrace.
The FAWNatics found their voices, loud and thunderous as the scented shades of FAWNMANIA, the British Bombshell 2.0 on the verge of wringing every ounce of stamina from a formidable adversary’s body, just as she had done to Cleona Flynn!!
From head to toe, the Eater of Champions stiffened, every inch of her lethal physique trembling as she groaned a long a protracted hiss, Erika for once on the wrong end of a suffocating embrace, the crowd chanting loud enough to be heard outside the arena.
“SUM-MER!! SUM-MER!! SUM-MER!! SUM-MER!!”
For just a moment, her posture slackened, Eisenberg sapped of her cold vitality as the world grew slightly dimmer, her muscles losing their vaunted steel as Hopkin’s embrace took its toll. She would not, however, meekly surrender, grimacing as she began to lose feeling in her extremities and, with a heave, Erika first rolled herself over onto one side, and then fully over onto her front, an athletic and lovely blonde still strapped tightly across her back.
With her face reddening towards alarming shades of crimson, Eisenberg fought to brace her palms down flat against the canvas and, with a straggled growl, began to slooooooowly press herself upwards, the FAWNatics willing her to fail.
Summer refused to let go, riding her Challenger the entire way, retaining the double grip of both Sleeper and Body Scissor even as the titanic blonde first found one knee and then a foot, Erika’s whole body quivering as, slowly, she shoved her way back up to vertical…
…and then suddenly charged backwards, almost blindly directing her cargo towards the nearest ring post before RAMMING Hopkins back into the rigid turnbuckles, punishing the young Brit for her tenacious grip by damn near crushing her between a rock and a hard place. To her credit, it took a second savage jolt against the base of her spine before Hopkins was forced to relinquish her grip, dropping down off her foes muscular body and, winded, slumping backwards into the corner.
Panting, Summer took a moment to catch her breath…
…which she did not have to spare, Erika returning with a shout and, somehow, at full speed, the red faced. former IC Champion FLATTENING the unprepared Girl of Steel beneath a Splash of truly Avalanche proportions, the young blonde GRUNTING as was forcibly compressed tightly into one corner. She slumped, her booty coming down to sit on the middle turnbuckle which prevented her stems from having to keep her upright, Hopkins’s head lolling slightly on her shoulders as Eisenberg, inhaling deep and increasingly steady breaths, towered over her.
With the slightest quirk of a mirthless smile returning to her features, Erika firmly grasped the younger blonde by her buttocks and, with a slight lift, split the crowd favourites coveted stems apart as unexpectedly, and without warning, she drove her own hips in sharply between Summer’s now open thighs!!
With her eyes opening wide, Hopkins gasped at the entirely uninvited invasion, at a loss as to how she was supposed to respond as Eisenberg repeated the thrust, grinding their most private of regions together. She gasped anew as her whole body jolted, responding to the unwanted warmth and her heart beating rapidly, her eyes, with expression foggy, gazing back up into Erika’s as the Queen of Misery continued onwards, thrusting with practiced, domineering precision, Summer forced to respond with short, sharp moans as her chest hiked.
“No,” she protested with a meek shaking of her head, Summer biting her bottom lip as her cheeks turned rosy, her hips willingly parting slightly despite her verbal refusal. “No…”
“My tender little lamb,” Eisenberg taunted, her tone cool, low and utterly without warmth. “Fit for slaughter.”
“I… I said…” Hopkins’s bit down harder on her bottom lip before stealing her resolve further, inhaling a deep, shuddering breath and…
…Erika intensified her grip tighter about her panting foes thighs, perhaps sensing her defiance, and lifted the younger blonde clean up off her feet, carrying her out of the corner before turning sharply on the spot and, slinging Summer forwards, SLAMMING her back first against the canvas by way of Spinebuster!!
Hopkins GRUNTED after being PLANTED against the plywood and, her body already reeling from conflicting sensations, she slumped out across the deck and remained idle as Eisenberg crawled atop her, hooking one of the girl’s long legs and, gazing down into her half-lidded, submissive expression, pinned her to the canvas.
The Official was quick to do his duty…
ONE!
TWO!!
Summer shoved up a shoulder, displaying signs of life as many in the audience, hypnotised just moments ago, were exhaling a sigh of relief. By a single second, Hopkins was still the EuroAsia Champion.
Erika did not appear to be concerned, cradling the younger woman about her head before forcibly tugging her towards vertical, Summer looking listless as she was guided to her feet. Just as she was neatly folded forwards…
…the Supergirl of Sheffield dug deeper into her reserves and NAILED the Queen of Misery beneath her jaw with a blistering European Uppercut, one worthy of the greats!!
Eisenberg stumbled backwards, her senses rattling, each fresh strike to her cranium across this evening taking slightly more of a toll than the one previous. She shook it off with a low growl, deep and threatening as she blinked her vision clear and…
…walked straight into a SECOND European Uppercut, this was connecting with even more vigour than the first and the SMACK of connecting flesh raising a cheer from those watching. Erika wobbled on her feet, her world spinning, trying to bring it back into stark focus…
…before Summer, with a valiant war cry for the ages, spun neatly on the spot, whipped her long, right leg up high and WHACKED her extended stem across her Challengers temple with the most beautiful Leg Lariat in FAWN!!
As if struck by lightning, Eisenberg was upended and sent tumbling to the canvas, the FAWNatics returning to full, joyful chorus…
…before Hopkins followed her adversary on her way down to the deck, a fresh flash of pain visible on her features as something in her physique gave way. She toppled to her side and, with short breaths, she cradles her back, wincing as the muscles about her punished spine bunched up in protest. Biting down on her bottom lip, she inhaled a deep breath and willed herself to get back up, correcting her posture enough to find one knee…
…before Eisenberg seized her by the ankle and, with a surprised yelp from Hopkins, the Curvaceous Carnivore DRAGGED the British Bombshell with possessive force until she once again lay atop the smaller, wide eyed blonde. The two struggled, breathlessly and desperately writhing for position before, possessing the greater strength and superior leverage, Erika succeeded in driving her hips home, stiffly GRINDING them between Summer’s forcibly spread open thighs and was rewarded by a sharp hike from the Brits pert bosom, a fresh, deflated moan to slipping freely from her throat.
Mount secured, she continued to thrust, Eisenberg in control, Hopkin’s legs kicking in a small, inexperienced motions as she was ill equipped to mount a counter, her cheeks reddening as her moans came short and sharp.
“No…” Summer shook her head, the primal intensity of her opponent’s body threatening to overwhelm her.
“No, I said…” Hopkins protested further, her voice scarcely now above a whisper between gasps and groans. “I said… NO!!”
With both a grimace and burst of effort as her cheeks burned crimson, Summer swiftly snapped her long, delectable legs closed, and trapped the overextended and distracted Eisenberg back into a renewed Bodyscissor!!
The FAWNatics were caught flat footed, just barely keeping up with the sudden change in momentum, watching as it was Erika’s turn to open her eyes wide in surprise as terrific, crippling pressure was brought to bare about her midriff, SQUEEZING from her both vitality and air. Following a sharp rocking from Hopkin’s now shut closed hips, it was Eisenberg’s turn to be pinned down across her back with Summer mounted atop her.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” the flustered Brit demanded. “No means no!!”
The Girl of Steel, finding herself in the ascendency, struggled to control of breathing as, rather inadvertently, her most private of regions remained pressed in tight against the Primordial Predators. She fought to put such thoughts out of mind as, grabbing the straining Erika by her wrists, she planted the bigger blonde’s hands down above her head, keeping the German placid by SQUEEZING her thighs together even tighter, releasing a determined cry as she did so.
The Official, ever vigilant, spotted that Eisenberg’s shoulders were flat on the canvas, and he diligently dropped down to his knees to begin the pinfall.
“No,” Summer protested, a little more desperate than she intended. “Please,” she dared to spare the man in black and white a quick look, utter sincerity etched across her features. “Don’t count, not yet.”
The Official was hesitant.
“Alight,” he relented, all the while, Erika groaning with sharp hisses as her body was methodically compressed, her chest hiking and long legs kicking out into nothing.
“You’ve earned a little leeway,” he agreed to hold his count. “Don’t make me regret it.”
Summer nodded, grateful to her core, returning her full attention to Eisenberg and, for the first time tonight, being the one to gaze down into her foe’s eyes. Erika’s, cool and piercing, were already looking foggy, the Queen of Misery flagging as her exhales were reduced to ragged grunts, her powerful physique twitching as Hopkins, the picture of determination, refused to slacken her crippling embrace.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Erika’s futile efforts to buck free slackened, her prized body losing its lustre as her strength, with fresh pulses from Hopkins toned thighs, leached away the German’s much vaunted power. With erratic growls and low moans, Eisenberg’s remaining defiance turned largely automatic, her eyes beginning to flutter closed as Summer, to the surprise of even her most faithful, was on the verge of beating the German at her own game.
With one last pulse, and a deep breath released from a rosy cheeked Brit, Erika fell completely limp between Hopkin’s legs and the smaller blonde nodded at the Official, sitting back on would normally be her haunches but was currently Eisenberg’s lap.
The Official moved in and lifted Erika’s right arm, letting it drop limply…
ONCE!
TWICE!!
THRICE!!!
Calling for the bell and the FAWNatics erupting with cheers.
“Your winner,” the Announcer began, much to the relief of Summer herself. “By knockout and STILL your EuroAsia Champion, SUMMER! HOPKINS!!”
And the cheers of the crowd grew only louder, a weary Hopkins exercising a little effort to untangle her long, lower limbs and push herself up to standing, gratefully accepting ten pounds of gold and leather strap back into her possession.
She held it up high with her most faithful chanting…
“MADE! FOR!! THIS!!! MADE! FOR!! THIS!!! MADE! FOR!! THIS!!! MADE! FOR!! THIS!!!”
Perhaps feeling a little impish, perhaps still a little heady, the Supergirl of Sheffield planted her boot atop the chest of the forcibly slumbering, Curvaceous Carnivore, fully securing her spot at the top of this particular, hotly contested division.
FOR LIFE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGlrMUC2aJw
…burst into life over the loud speakers and the stage was bathed in renewed illumination, the Girl of Steel, Summer Hopkins, standing at its centre.
The FAWNatics erupted and, remembering all of her coaching, Summer popped into a jaunty, little bicep flex with one of her long legs crossed ever so slightly in front of the other, capturing everyone’s attention, including that of the Gladiatrix photographers.
SUMMER HOPKINS
While she didn’t quite possess the sheer, domineering presence of her elder sibling, Cassie, Baby Hopkins was physically sublime non the less, every inch of her a sleek and athletic in all the right places as her form fitting attire hugged her like a jealous lover, the NEW EuroAsia Champion five foot seven and one hundred and twenty-eight pounds of instant heartbreak.
Faced with the overwhelming response of the masses, Summer’s cheeks flushed a delightful shade of crimson, the blonde briefly biting her bottom lip and bringing her hands back together, forming a heart for the faithful that matched the cut out silhouette of her top.
Affection both received and freely given, Baby Hopkins set off down the ramp, spotlight accompanying her the entire way as her long strides ate up the distance in no time at all.
As she reached the apron she jumped, deftly making the distance before swinging both of her long, lithe stems up and over the top rope, one after the other, quite accidently pointing her firm, pert booty in the direction of the nearest camera, the words ‘YOU WISH!!’ stencilled across the young women’s crimson clad cheeks in white, girlish script.
Arriving at the centre of the squared circle, she popped into a second, jaunty bicep flex whilst flashing the most bashful of smiles for the FAWNatics continued appreciation, the former wallflower blossoming before the very eyes of the FAWNatics.
With a renewed nipping of her bottom lip and a fresh bout of embarrassment, the Supergirl of Sheffield brought her hands down to her hips, her fingertips tapping the gleaming faceplate her new Gold, the coveted and prized EuroAsia Title. The crowd cheered all the more and, with an appreciative thank you, Summer accepted a microphone from the Official.
“So,” she began to question before subduing a bout of giddiness, her tummy fluttering with excitement. “How do I look?”
Almost immediately, the FAWNatics answered, the cheers transforming into a chant with surprising swiftness.
“MADE! FOR!! THIS!!! MADE! FOR!! THIS!!! MADE! FOR!! THIS!!! MADE! FOR!! THIS!!!”
Momentarily flashing the brightest shade of crimson yet, Summer stood proud at centre ring.
“Honestly,” she admitted, “I wasn’t convinced that this could happen.”
The crowd disagreed.
“More than a few people have to tried to convince me otherwise,” she thought of the likes of her Developmental rival, Carla Crash, before putting her out of mind. “But while they might have been loudest, they were not the majority.”
With that, the crowd did agree.
“I owe so many people for this, too many to mention, for their support,” she paused for a moment, unbuckling the ten pounds of gold and leather strap from about her waist, holding it up for more to see. “And for the opportunity. That is something I want to give back, especially after the Commonwealth spent so long squirreling this Title away, opportunity.”
Adjusting her grip, Summer held her Gold up high, showing it to all four corners of the arena.
“That’s why, tonight,” she looked back to the curtains she herself had arrived through. “I am issuing an Open Challenge for the EuroAsia Ti…”
It was then that the Houselights fell…
DEVIL
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XxlaJQGve7s
Summer didn’t finish her sentence, she barely finished her thought as an unnatural air of trepidation fell about the arena, the tight confines suddenly claustrophobic, the slow creep of foreboding summoning a chill that was unnatural. A slim slit of crimson red illuminated through the curtains, the identity of the arriving competitor not a mystery and yet, from reputation and history, a palpable sense of unease gathered over those watching.
Erika Eisenberg emerged amongst the stark and piercing beat of that opening rhythm, the melody as unsettling as it was threatening, the curvaceous carnivore striding with purpose, with desire, her pace unceasing and her gaze entrancing, ice blue and calculating, alluring... perilous...
ERIKA EISENBERG
Attired in the skin of the dead, the Curvaceous Carnivore was hugged tightly by the two-piece, dark tan, snake skin top and slim line shorts, elbow long, fingerless gloves and knee-high boots, she was every inch the Titan the FAWNatics remembered and feared her to be. Slowly, with cold, methodical, malicious intent, she circled the ring, refusing to acknowledge the unsettled bystanders, that stare, that piercing, ravenous stare soaking in the ground upon which she would feed upon the current EuroAsia Champion.
Once the undisputed Queen of Misery, Eisenberg’s statuesque physique heralded an overriding sense of dread, of cold, malicious intent, five foot nine and one hundred of forty pounds of insatiable hunger that could not be sated.
Suddenly, with a burst of speed, she all but leapt up onto the apron, proceeding to almost effortlessly lift one long, stunningly powerful leg over the top rope, followed quickly by the other, a slight, mirthless smile finally rising to her coldly intense features.
That smallest of mirthless smirks remained upon her features as the houselights returned with agonizing slowness and she found centre ring, her eyes unfaltering from the almost painfully young blonde before her, the veteran, titanic athlete inhaling slowly… yet deeply in anticipation, expelling just two words heard the length and breadth of the arena.
“I accept.”
When she spoke, she purred, and it tasted like poison.
To her credit, despite her mounting trepidation as she was forced to gaze up slightly into the eyes of the Primordial Predator, Summer swallowed only slightly. Steeling her resolve, the British Bombshell tipped her chin up just so and stood her ground before her taller, stronger and far more ruthless contender opposite, the Breaker of Wills and Eater of Champions who had already broken Summer’s elder sister, Cassie, across her unflinching knee.
Inhaling a deep breath, Hopkins squared her shoulders and nodded, holding her own gaze as she matched Erika’s.
In unison and support, the FAWNatics chanted her name.
“SUM-MER!! SUM-MER!! SUM-MER!! SUM-MER!!”
“Alright ladies,” the Official cleared his throat, not quite daring to get between the two. “The Match is set, thirty-minute time limit, one fall. I need you to back up to your corners.”
For the longest moment, neither of them acknowledged him before Hopkins nodded slightly, surrendering into his possession her EuroAsia Title before she began back peddling. Erika, her gaze undeviating, smiled a little further before she did likewise, the duo separating to opposite sides of the squared circle like the calm before the storm.
Summer, willing herself to remain calm, exhaled a short breath as she remained limber, ready for the bell…
…which was promptly rung, announcing the opening of the contest.
Both leggy blondes began circling, matching each other’s pace as the anticipation of the crowd was palpable, their eyes only for each other until, cold and calculating, Erika stopped and took one measured step forward. Slowly, she raised her right hand high and, by unspoken invitation, challenged the Girl of Steel opposite her to do likewise.
The FAWNatics found themselves divided, many warning their favourite against stepping into the viper’s den, whilst just as many willed Hopkins to take the python by her jaws, believing that the smaller grappler could match her towering adversary.
Ultimately, the decision was Summer’s and, after a moment of understandable hesitation, she displayed that her courage was in plentiful supply as she stepped forwards. Raising her own right hand, she locked her fingers about Erika’s right hand and the two pressed their palms together before doing likewise with their left, Champion and Challenger straining against one another in a titanic test of strength.
Unsurprisingly, the vast majority of the crowd was behind one young woman in particular.
“SUM-MER!! SUM-MER!! SUM-MER!! SUM-MER!!”
Her heart beating swiftly, the EuroAsia Champion drew strength from their support, planting her feet and, with her biceps flexing, she strained against the opposing pressure being brought to bare by the Queen of Misery. For long seconds, neither budged from their respective ground on the canvas, until Eisenberg’s smirk became a smile and, with cruelty in her expression, she shifted her position slightly and revealed that she’d been holding back.
A short, sharp and surprised cry escaped from Summer’s torso before she could recapture it, with the sudden surge of power being brought directly against her, the young woman found her wrists were being pushed back and she was FORCED to drop down to one knee. Valiantly, she tried to recover quickly, but Eisenberg was in no mood to let her do so, leaning down on her now advantageous position and ensuring Hopkin’s remained penitent.
Suddenly, with a sharp twist of her hips and a fierce tug, Erika yanked backwards on their hold and, surprised by the sudden shift in momentum, Summer was pulled up rapidly to her feet before being tossed callously through the air. She landed with short grunt as she tumbled over onto her hip and, to her credit, she recovered her balance quickly, creating a little distance between herself and Eisenberg before cautiously getting back up.
“Sweet little lamb,” Erika purred, her eyes filled with hunger. “As tender as he sister?”
Again, Summer exhaled a short breath, her supporters still behind her as she took a moment to absently readjust the hem of her shorts, neatly snapping the snug fabric back into position. She resisted the urge to take the bait, despite her heart skipping a beat, keeping her cool and not letting Eisenberg’s taunts get to her.
Just like Cassie would tell her.
Eisenberg, her smile slipping slightly, held her ground before Hopkins and, slowly, raised her right hand up into the air.
This time, the FAWNatics were less divided, collectively advising that their favourite find another way.
Summer, however, would not back down, the former wallflower marshalling her courage, stepping back up to the challenge, raising her own right hand and, again, firmly locking her palm against Erika’s. The left soon followed suit and, gazing into each other’s eyes, preparing the press…
…only for Eisenberg to suddenly YANK her prey forwards, Hopkin’s bright blue eyes opening wide in shock as, all too quickly, the Curvaceous Carnivore sprung her trap and WRAPPED the Supergirl of Sheffield up in one of her legendary Bearhugs!!
Summer resulting GASP as she was swept up off her feet was audible to all those in the front rows, and the heady GROOOOAN that followed heard by those sat even further back, her athletic frame near emptied of air as Erika drove it from her body, flexing with a fierce PULSE from her biceps. Overwhelmed by the sudden pressure, Hopkin’s curled in her opponents grasp, her mind reeling as the muscles in her back cramped and her spine popped in alarming fashion, moans slipping freely from her torso as she was slowly jostled up and down.
“Just a taste,” Erika whispered, adjusting her grip slightly and slowly circling at centre ring, clinching her hold even tighter and, with practiced pressure, jolted fresh grunts and deflated groans from Summer’s already flagging body.
“No,” Hopkins remained stubborn, grimacing and trying to pull away as the German nuzzled at her exposed throat. “No!”
“A little nibble,” Eisenberg hissed, unwilling to be denied as she lips teased the smaller blonde’s neck, beginning to pluck and suckle.
“I said, no!!” Summer defied, pulling back just far enough to suddenly BOX Erika about her ears, causing the vision of the Primordial Predator to flash. Erika hissed, this time in anger, preparing to ruthlessly embrace her victim even tighter before Hopkins threw her head forwards and NAILED her would be conqueror with an unexpected Headbutt!!
The CRACK of the colliding craniums caused many of those sitting in the arena to flinch as though they themselves were directly involved and, suddenly disorientated, Eisenberg dropped Hopkins and stumbled away, clutching at her forehead as her head started spinning. She recovered quickly, her resilience renowned and, with the true note of displeasure creasing her expression, she looked up and…
…ate a Superkick to the underside of her jaw!!
Summer’s long, lithe leg struck out and CRACKED the sole of her boot square and true. While it was far from the best kick that she would ever muster, the smaller blonde still reeling from the immense pressure that had been applied about her body, the strike was still more than enough to send her foe back peddling in reverse.
The FAWNatics WHOOPED, back to being in full voice now that their favourite had found her footing, hearted to see Erika forced back into a corner.
Wincing and cradling the small of her spine, Hopkins took the few seconds that she had stolen to recover her bearings, spotting her adversary on the back foot for the first time this evening and, with a worthy war cry, the British Bombshell 2.0 was soon sprinting across the ring and zeroing in on her target. She leapt, at the last yard, and the crowd had even more reason to cheer as the athletic blonde bounded in a blistering, running knee that was raised high enough to WHACK the waylaid Eisenberg sweetly across her cheek.
RUNNING KNEE: @1:59
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFArj4NEW_w
With Erika’s eyes looking bleary, Summer opted to keep the pressure on, snagging her foe by one wrist whilst slapping her palm against her shoulder, soon both tugging and shoving the German’s taller frame out of the corner and sent her stumbling out into no-man’s land at centre ring. Her own spirits higher, Hopkin’s briefly hunkered low and kept the stronger blonde in sight, exhaling a short breadth before launching back into a dash and…
…being damn near beheaded by a Clothesline from Hell!!
THE DEVILS LARIAT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8yW6eEtsZ6o
Switching from reeling to recovered in what seemed to be a split second, the domineering Eisenberg had spun about sharply on the spot and WHACKED her forearm square across the exposed shoulders of her lithe foe, and ripped her clean off her feet with ruthless force. With the air seeming to go out of the arena, Summer hit the deck hard and, bouncing off the plywood with shocking force, she shot back up to sitting and grimaced, cradling her chest as Erika towered over her.
Eisenberg was swift to take advantage, a python invading a mother’s nest, dropping down to one knee behind Hopkins and, with startling efficiency, snapping the younger woman up tight into one of the STIFFEST Sleepers in the world of wrestling!!
Summer released a short ‘erk!’, the strangled cry near silent and yet speaking volumes as Erika, leaning heavily down upon the smaller blondes back, synched her right arm in TIGHT about her supple throat whilst holding her head steady with the left. She stiffened, the Girl of Steel well aware that she was in extreme danger, her heart beating rapidly as she immediately began to tug on her opponent’s steel coiled and a flexed bicep, her lips parting with a long moan as her foe applied even more pressure in reply to her unwillingness to immediately capitulate. There was no give, and Hopkins bucked her hips to no avail, Eisenberg pinning her in one spot as she methodically straggled her cranium of air, the heels of Summer’s boot scraping fruitlessly back and forth across the canvas as she searched and found not even an inch of leverage.
All too quickly, she was growing listless and, as her bosom hiked in hopeless efforts to draw fresh breath, her eyes of bright blue began to flutter, her whole body beginning to glow listless as Erika, scenting weakness, bore down on her hold a little further.
Just as the edges of her world were beginning to grow blurry, Hopkins searched for what would be her last hope of freedom, reaching aimlessly out to her right side with a limb that threatened to drop at any moment. Her heart skipped a single beat as, unsure if she imagined it, she felt the tips of her fingers brush the edges of a ring rope, Summer stealing her resolve to reach just a little further…
Eisenberg, however, had spotted the danger and, with her own cold eyes narrowing slightly at the prospect of her lamb again denying her, her overdue indulgence, she released the Sleeper Hold to allow the EuroAsia Champion to inhale a deep and relieved breath. The reprieve, however, was all too temporary as Erika hooked her left hand beneath the forcibly languid Hopkins chin and pulled her head back, curling the young woman’s exposed chest skywards before brutally CLUBBING her with a rapid trio of blistering forearm smashes across her torso, battering the girl…
Once!
Twince!!
THRICE!!!
…with meaty WHACKS that left the young women not only breathless, but also left her laying back against her tormentor’s lap with scarcely a sign of life.
Tucking her palms beneath Summer’s compliant shoulders, Eisenberg jostled the near dead weight of her opposite back up towards vertical, spinning the bleary-eyed beauty about and folding her forwards…
…only for Hopkins to take her turn to display signs of unexpected life, grabbing Erika by her hips to brace herself and whipping her long, right leg up and over in a fashion that surely should be impossible, catching her Challenger flush with a sweet as you like Scorpion Kick!!
SCORPION KICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bTEPSAGl6eA
Her head again exposed to a swift dose of blunt force trauma, Eisenberg, in her native tongue cursed quietly as she stumbled a half step backwards, cradling her features as her eyes struggled to find focus, the FAWNatics blinding her senses further with their sudden and loud cheering. With a sneer, Erika shook it off quickly, growling low and dangerous as she stepped forwards…
…straight into another kick, Summer weaponizing her lovely lower limbs to great effect as she caught the towering blonde clean against her navel, gutting her of air which escaped from Eisenberg with a sharp grunt. She folded forwards, bracing herself as, opposite, Hopkin’s shot off at a sprint, heading off to one side for the furthest set of ring ropes.
Summer bounced off the rubber coated steel with enough force to dramatically increase her velocity and, returning to where to started, to CRACKED the folded Erika across the underside of her exposed jaw with a gorgeous kneelift!!
Eisenberg snapped back up to vertical, a shimmy in her posture as, in comparison, Hopkins was looking more vital with each passing second, her cheeks rosy as she nestled in closely to one side, neatly wrapped her left stem about Erika’s right and, with WHIPLASHING motion, swept both of their beguiling frames backwards towards earth with a beautiful Side Russian Leg Sweep!!
SIDE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP COMBO
www.youtube.com/watch?v=p2e5gyPRvqw
By far, Eisenberg hit the canvas hardest, lead as she was by her opponent, her whole body recoiling from the uncaring plywood as the sudden stop JOLTED her entire physique. For the briefest of moments, she lay idle, and Summer needed no further invitation, first rolling the compliant German over onto her front before the Supergirl of Sheffield leapt upon her back, wrapping her arms about Erika’s noggin and securing her own Sleeper!!
Too late, Eisenberg realised the danger, and she remained in too much of a stupor to immediately retaliate, the taller blonde lethargic in her reaction as she was forcibly rolled again, her lips already parting slightly in a moan from the pressure being applied about her throat.
With Summer now laid out across her back with Erika’s front facing skywards, the young woman first made sure to check that her own shoulders weren’t pressed down against the canvas before she followed up on one suffocating embrace by adding another. Exercising her already legendary legs once again, Hopkins wrapped her lower limbs about Eisenberg’s midriff and immediately began SQUEEEEEEEEEEZING, Summer’s whole body tensing as she added a Body Scissor to her embrace.
The FAWNatics found their voices, loud and thunderous as the scented shades of FAWNMANIA, the British Bombshell 2.0 on the verge of wringing every ounce of stamina from a formidable adversary’s body, just as she had done to Cleona Flynn!!
From head to toe, the Eater of Champions stiffened, every inch of her lethal physique trembling as she groaned a long a protracted hiss, Erika for once on the wrong end of a suffocating embrace, the crowd chanting loud enough to be heard outside the arena.
“SUM-MER!! SUM-MER!! SUM-MER!! SUM-MER!!”
For just a moment, her posture slackened, Eisenberg sapped of her cold vitality as the world grew slightly dimmer, her muscles losing their vaunted steel as Hopkin’s embrace took its toll. She would not, however, meekly surrender, grimacing as she began to lose feeling in her extremities and, with a heave, Erika first rolled herself over onto one side, and then fully over onto her front, an athletic and lovely blonde still strapped tightly across her back.
With her face reddening towards alarming shades of crimson, Eisenberg fought to brace her palms down flat against the canvas and, with a straggled growl, began to slooooooowly press herself upwards, the FAWNatics willing her to fail.
Summer refused to let go, riding her Challenger the entire way, retaining the double grip of both Sleeper and Body Scissor even as the titanic blonde first found one knee and then a foot, Erika’s whole body quivering as, slowly, she shoved her way back up to vertical…
…and then suddenly charged backwards, almost blindly directing her cargo towards the nearest ring post before RAMMING Hopkins back into the rigid turnbuckles, punishing the young Brit for her tenacious grip by damn near crushing her between a rock and a hard place. To her credit, it took a second savage jolt against the base of her spine before Hopkins was forced to relinquish her grip, dropping down off her foes muscular body and, winded, slumping backwards into the corner.
Panting, Summer took a moment to catch her breath…
…which she did not have to spare, Erika returning with a shout and, somehow, at full speed, the red faced. former IC Champion FLATTENING the unprepared Girl of Steel beneath a Splash of truly Avalanche proportions, the young blonde GRUNTING as was forcibly compressed tightly into one corner. She slumped, her booty coming down to sit on the middle turnbuckle which prevented her stems from having to keep her upright, Hopkins’s head lolling slightly on her shoulders as Eisenberg, inhaling deep and increasingly steady breaths, towered over her.
With the slightest quirk of a mirthless smile returning to her features, Erika firmly grasped the younger blonde by her buttocks and, with a slight lift, split the crowd favourites coveted stems apart as unexpectedly, and without warning, she drove her own hips in sharply between Summer’s now open thighs!!
With her eyes opening wide, Hopkins gasped at the entirely uninvited invasion, at a loss as to how she was supposed to respond as Eisenberg repeated the thrust, grinding their most private of regions together. She gasped anew as her whole body jolted, responding to the unwanted warmth and her heart beating rapidly, her eyes, with expression foggy, gazing back up into Erika’s as the Queen of Misery continued onwards, thrusting with practiced, domineering precision, Summer forced to respond with short, sharp moans as her chest hiked.
“No,” she protested with a meek shaking of her head, Summer biting her bottom lip as her cheeks turned rosy, her hips willingly parting slightly despite her verbal refusal. “No…”
“My tender little lamb,” Eisenberg taunted, her tone cool, low and utterly without warmth. “Fit for slaughter.”
“I… I said…” Hopkins’s bit down harder on her bottom lip before stealing her resolve further, inhaling a deep, shuddering breath and…
…Erika intensified her grip tighter about her panting foes thighs, perhaps sensing her defiance, and lifted the younger blonde clean up off her feet, carrying her out of the corner before turning sharply on the spot and, slinging Summer forwards, SLAMMING her back first against the canvas by way of Spinebuster!!
Hopkins GRUNTED after being PLANTED against the plywood and, her body already reeling from conflicting sensations, she slumped out across the deck and remained idle as Eisenberg crawled atop her, hooking one of the girl’s long legs and, gazing down into her half-lidded, submissive expression, pinned her to the canvas.
The Official was quick to do his duty…
ONE!
TWO!!
Summer shoved up a shoulder, displaying signs of life as many in the audience, hypnotised just moments ago, were exhaling a sigh of relief. By a single second, Hopkins was still the EuroAsia Champion.
Erika did not appear to be concerned, cradling the younger woman about her head before forcibly tugging her towards vertical, Summer looking listless as she was guided to her feet. Just as she was neatly folded forwards…
…the Supergirl of Sheffield dug deeper into her reserves and NAILED the Queen of Misery beneath her jaw with a blistering European Uppercut, one worthy of the greats!!
Eisenberg stumbled backwards, her senses rattling, each fresh strike to her cranium across this evening taking slightly more of a toll than the one previous. She shook it off with a low growl, deep and threatening as she blinked her vision clear and…
…walked straight into a SECOND European Uppercut, this was connecting with even more vigour than the first and the SMACK of connecting flesh raising a cheer from those watching. Erika wobbled on her feet, her world spinning, trying to bring it back into stark focus…
…before Summer, with a valiant war cry for the ages, spun neatly on the spot, whipped her long, right leg up high and WHACKED her extended stem across her Challengers temple with the most beautiful Leg Lariat in FAWN!!
As if struck by lightning, Eisenberg was upended and sent tumbling to the canvas, the FAWNatics returning to full, joyful chorus…
…before Hopkins followed her adversary on her way down to the deck, a fresh flash of pain visible on her features as something in her physique gave way. She toppled to her side and, with short breaths, she cradles her back, wincing as the muscles about her punished spine bunched up in protest. Biting down on her bottom lip, she inhaled a deep breath and willed herself to get back up, correcting her posture enough to find one knee…
…before Eisenberg seized her by the ankle and, with a surprised yelp from Hopkins, the Curvaceous Carnivore DRAGGED the British Bombshell with possessive force until she once again lay atop the smaller, wide eyed blonde. The two struggled, breathlessly and desperately writhing for position before, possessing the greater strength and superior leverage, Erika succeeded in driving her hips home, stiffly GRINDING them between Summer’s forcibly spread open thighs and was rewarded by a sharp hike from the Brits pert bosom, a fresh, deflated moan to slipping freely from her throat.
Mount secured, she continued to thrust, Eisenberg in control, Hopkin’s legs kicking in a small, inexperienced motions as she was ill equipped to mount a counter, her cheeks reddening as her moans came short and sharp.
“No…” Summer shook her head, the primal intensity of her opponent’s body threatening to overwhelm her.
“No, I said…” Hopkins protested further, her voice scarcely now above a whisper between gasps and groans. “I said… NO!!”
With both a grimace and burst of effort as her cheeks burned crimson, Summer swiftly snapped her long, delectable legs closed, and trapped the overextended and distracted Eisenberg back into a renewed Bodyscissor!!
The FAWNatics were caught flat footed, just barely keeping up with the sudden change in momentum, watching as it was Erika’s turn to open her eyes wide in surprise as terrific, crippling pressure was brought to bare about her midriff, SQUEEZING from her both vitality and air. Following a sharp rocking from Hopkin’s now shut closed hips, it was Eisenberg’s turn to be pinned down across her back with Summer mounted atop her.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” the flustered Brit demanded. “No means no!!”
The Girl of Steel, finding herself in the ascendency, struggled to control of breathing as, rather inadvertently, her most private of regions remained pressed in tight against the Primordial Predators. She fought to put such thoughts out of mind as, grabbing the straining Erika by her wrists, she planted the bigger blonde’s hands down above her head, keeping the German placid by SQUEEZING her thighs together even tighter, releasing a determined cry as she did so.
The Official, ever vigilant, spotted that Eisenberg’s shoulders were flat on the canvas, and he diligently dropped down to his knees to begin the pinfall.
“No,” Summer protested, a little more desperate than she intended. “Please,” she dared to spare the man in black and white a quick look, utter sincerity etched across her features. “Don’t count, not yet.”
The Official was hesitant.
“Alight,” he relented, all the while, Erika groaning with sharp hisses as her body was methodically compressed, her chest hiking and long legs kicking out into nothing.
“You’ve earned a little leeway,” he agreed to hold his count. “Don’t make me regret it.”
Summer nodded, grateful to her core, returning her full attention to Eisenberg and, for the first time tonight, being the one to gaze down into her foe’s eyes. Erika’s, cool and piercing, were already looking foggy, the Queen of Misery flagging as her exhales were reduced to ragged grunts, her powerful physique twitching as Hopkins, the picture of determination, refused to slacken her crippling embrace.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Erika’s futile efforts to buck free slackened, her prized body losing its lustre as her strength, with fresh pulses from Hopkins toned thighs, leached away the German’s much vaunted power. With erratic growls and low moans, Eisenberg’s remaining defiance turned largely automatic, her eyes beginning to flutter closed as Summer, to the surprise of even her most faithful, was on the verge of beating the German at her own game.
With one last pulse, and a deep breath released from a rosy cheeked Brit, Erika fell completely limp between Hopkin’s legs and the smaller blonde nodded at the Official, sitting back on would normally be her haunches but was currently Eisenberg’s lap.
The Official moved in and lifted Erika’s right arm, letting it drop limply…
ONCE!
TWICE!!
THRICE!!!
Calling for the bell and the FAWNatics erupting with cheers.
“Your winner,” the Announcer began, much to the relief of Summer herself. “By knockout and STILL your EuroAsia Champion, SUMMER! HOPKINS!!”
And the cheers of the crowd grew only louder, a weary Hopkins exercising a little effort to untangle her long, lower limbs and push herself up to standing, gratefully accepting ten pounds of gold and leather strap back into her possession.
She held it up high with her most faithful chanting…
“MADE! FOR!! THIS!!! MADE! FOR!! THIS!!! MADE! FOR!! THIS!!! MADE! FOR!! THIS!!!”
Perhaps feeling a little impish, perhaps still a little heady, the Supergirl of Sheffield planted her boot atop the chest of the forcibly slumbering, Curvaceous Carnivore, fully securing her spot at the top of this particular, hotly contested division.