Post by hawkeye on Jan 10, 2022 2:03:13 GMT
UNWRAPPING THE FIRST PRESENT
Christmas was the horizon and the show was about to begin, the FAWNatics eager to unwrap their first presents in this most festive of seasons. A hush fell about the crowd and not a creature was stirring as the house lights began to dim low, signalling that the cameras were about to begin rolling. Filled with anticipation, all eyes turned to the curtains and, unscheduled…
MADE FOR THIS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8j9hG-nVkLc
…burst into life over the loud speakers and there, at centre stage, haloed in glorious, renewed illumination stood the apex of the EuroAsia Division, the Girl of Steel, Summer Hopkins!!
The FAWNatics erupted and, a little sheepish, 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
Casual in attire, the Brit clearly wasn’t here to compete but the faithful didn’t hold it against her, filling the arena with their cheers as the blonde beauty, rosy cheeked and radiant, bowled them over with her presence, five foot seven and one hundred twenty-eight pounds of instant heartbreak.
Faced with their extremely vocal welcome, Summer’s cheeks flushed a delightful shade of crimson, the athlete briefly biting her bottom lip and bringing her hands back together, forming a heart for the faithful that was entirely truthful.
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.
As she reached the apron she jumped, deftly making the distance before swinging both of her long, lithe legs 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 denim 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 coming into her own in front of the FAWNatics.
With a brief, 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 of her treasured 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, her cheeks a little rosy as the arena hung on her every word. “I know I haven’t been around the last month or so, touring Asia and such but, got to spread the love right?”
The Orlando crowd, reluctantly, agreed that it was ok to share one of their favourite talents with the rest of the world.
“But hey,” she paused, her cheeks a tiny bit crimson as she remained the tiniest bit timid. “You didn’t think I would miss Christmas, did you?”
The masses cheered, indulging in their early and utterly unexpected present.
“I didn’t quite make back in town soon enough to schedule a match for tonight,” she apologised, the FAWNatics finding it impossible to hold it against her. “But I can guarantee you, at New Year’s Revolution…”
POWER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WhTHJyRjVIc
…Burst into life over the loud speakers, cutting off the young woman of the FAWNatics affections before she could finish her sentence, all voices in the arena turning back to the entrance in a vocal, united statement of disapproval.
All too soon, out onto the stage appeared the would-be party pooper, the Mistress of Mayhem, all five foot seven and one hundred thirty pounds of unrepentant hooligan armed and most certainly dangerous. With feet braced apart and arms spread open wide, the Brit flashed a crooked grin and allowed the FAWNatics to drink in the sight of her, the Chaotic C**T as much in love with herself as anyone else could ever be.
REBECCA REIGN
Once a Babyface in the making, the now infamous Rebecca Reign had chosen a far easier path to stardom. It was one that had led to her wielding a kendo stick in one hand and answering the jeers of her heartbroken faithful with a flippant shrug.
Her general lack of regard of those who had once adored her made so blatantly obvious, she began marching down the ramp. As cockiness incarnate, an impenetrable shield of aggrandised self-worth protected her from the boos that rained down upon her and, in swift order, she made her way to the ring, still brandishing her weapon, tapping the tip of it against the railings on her way to the steel steps. Upon reaching the furniture, she ascended them at a dash and, pausing only to deliver a fresh, one fingered salute back out towards the heckling masses, she ducked into the squared circle between the top and middle ropes.
Having made it into the ring, she wasted exactly zero time in eyeing the EuroAsia up, the Brit looking thirsty as she flashed the well packaged blonde a sly grin.
“Hey, babe,” was Rebecca’s choice in greeting, making no secret of the desire she felt burning for her blonde opposite. “Missed seeing you around here, makes me not want to share.”
Summer cleared her throat slightly, her cheeks involuntarily rosy, trying her best to not look indecisive in the face of such overt flirting.
“Relax, sweetness,” Rebecca casually braced the business end of her kendo stick up against her own shoulder. “I’m out here on business,” she smirked all the more, her gaze flickering to the Gold that Hopkins wore proudly about her hips. “As you might well remember,” she spared the gathered FAWNatics a moment of her attention, before eagerly returning all of it back to the stunning young woman she shared the ring with. “Earlier this year at, March to War, was it?”
Summer held her ground, and Rebecca grinned all the more.
“Yes, March to War,” Reign continued, warming to her subject. “There was you, me and two other posers all in a tussle for a Number One Contenders spot for the EuroAsia Title. It was a match in which,” Rebecca stepped forwards, her smile as sly as could be as she and her counterpart became dangerously close, “I. Pinned. You.”
Again, Summer did not back down, the FAWNatics letting Rebecca know that they did not entirely approve of her version of events. Technically, it was true, but it hardly told the whole story.
Rebecca wasn’t listening to them, her attention only for Hopkins.
“I. Beat. You for a shot at this Title,” Reign tapped her finger against the faceplate of the Gold that Summer was now wearing. “I never got that shot, Summer,” Reign’s mood became a little less predictable, dark eyes gazing deep into the Champions baby blues. Neither of them flinched, “I was cheated out of my chance, I was put in the hospital, denied what I would have won and now, here you are, the woman I beat wearing the Gold that should! Be! Mine!”
Summer couldn’t help it, briefly nipping on her bottom lip as she was caught by indecision, Rebecca so very, very close, her breath teasing her cheek. She did remember March to War, she remembered it very well.
The FAWNatics, loyal to their core, united in one voice to bolster her resolve.
“MADE! FOR! THIS!! MADE! FOR! THIS! MADE! FOR! THIS! MADE! FOR! THIS!”
It worked, Summer exhaling a deep breath and, with her thoughts rushing a mile a minute, the former wallflower leaned hard back into the notion of taking control of her own fate. She nodded, exhaling a second breath before, to the mounting surprise, and then excitement of the packed arena, the Supergirl of Sheffield began to take off her jacket.
For the first time that evening, it was Rebecca that was caught flat footed, her eyes briefly opening wide in shock before her smirk became a savage grin. “Oh, hell yeah,” she stated, eagerly backing up towards a vacant corner to give the Champ a little room. She could be gracious when the mood struck her, especially when getting what she wanted, “I knew you were more than just f*cking gorgeous.”
“Summer,” a hastily arriving Official attempted to intercede.
“We’re got time,” the blonde beauty nodded once more before remembering to take off her glasses and handing them to a stage hand. “We can do this.”
“Are you sure?” the Official questioned.
“I’m sure,” Summer fibbed, her tummy filled with all kinds of butterflies before she fought them into submission, unbuckling her belt free from about her hips and holding the EuroAsia Gold up high into the air.
The FAWNatics roared in approval and the Announcer was quick to make it all above board.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” he began, the crowd enrapt. “The following contest will be for One Fall and for the EuroAsia Title!!”
On the edge of their seats, the packed arena watched on and, with both Champion and Challenger matching each other’s gaze across the squared circle, the Official called for the bell.
Seconds later, the duo met at centre ring, locking up in a tight collar and elbow tie up and their impromptu match was well and truly under way. They writhed for leverage, blonde and brunette damn near eye to eye as they pushed and pulled, neither giving ground for long moments as they both grunted and tensed. Slowly, a renewed smirk began to spread across Reign’s features, enjoying herself a great deal.
“God damn,” she exhaled, straining for a second. “You smell great.”
Summer, resisting the urge to sigh, instead doubled down on Rebecca’s clear state of distraction and, thanks to countless hours of couching from an elder sibling, Baby Hopkins was finally able to secure that vital moment of superior leverage. With a heart swelling shout, the deadlock was broken and the Supergirl of Sheffield was able to spin her counterpart about a full one eighty, snuggling in up close to the brunette’s back and locking her right arm up in an expert chickenwing.
“Really?” Summer questioned, her own features invariably a tiny bit flushed. “Is now the time?”
“Alright, alright,” Rebecca grimaced, searching for a way out. “You smell like sewer water.”
Summer huffed, not really liking that either and, with an assertive shove, pushed Reign away.
Rebecca stumbled, requiring a few moments to regain steady footing and, with a painful rotation of her stretched shoulder, she turned back around to face her fellow Brit.
“Ready?” Hopkins queried, both eager and prepared to invite the Havok Hellion back in, standing undaunted with her arms raised for a second lock up.
“Ready?” Rebecca shot back before a wicked grin returned her features…
…and she rewarded the gesture of good will with a STIFF boot to her opposites fully exposed, toned tummy!!
Wide eyed in surprise, Summer GUFFED out a deep groan as she was forced to fold forwards, the crowd calling fowl even as Reign stepped quickly in and, with expert precision, followed up with a sharp European Uppercut that nailed the British Bombshell clean beneath her chin!
Caught flush beneath the underside of her noggin, Hopkins jolted back up to standing vertical and, with her senses a little rattled, her baby blues looked a little out of focus as she swayed a half step in reverse. She retreated no further, however, involuntarily or otherwise as Reign was relentless, snagging one of Summer’s wrists and, before she could regain her bearings, yanked her sharply forwards into a possessive Irish Whip.
So prompted, Hopkins set off at a sprint towards the furthest corner, her long legs eating up the distance quickly as, hot on her heels, chased the pursuing Mistress of Mayhem. Approaching the turnbuckles…
…Summer avoided the collision at the last second, her senses snapping back into place with enough time for her to quickly grasp a hold of the tope ropes and, reversing all of her considerable momentum, was able to both springboard and vault her athletic frame high up into the air. She sailed over the top of the flat-footed Rebecca and, as Hopkin’s was able to sail her way back down safely to standing on boot leather, Reign too was able to avoid an unplanned collision with the turnbuckles by grinding to an abrupt halt.
Unfortunately for the Chaotic C**T however, Summer was now right behind her, and the Girl of Steel was swift to take advantage. Snuggling back in close with her dark-haired rival, Hopkins wrapped her arms about Reign’s midriff and, without missing a beat, she bodily hurled her up and over in a beautiful German Suplex!!
IRISH WHIP/GERMAN SUPLEX: @2:30
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mQnfOmUutBE
With enough force to set the plywood to rattling, Rebecca found herself PLANTED against the canvas across the back of her head and shoulders, the FAWNatics WHOOPING as she jerked momentarily and Summer bridged, Reign kept compacted in a ball as the Official began to count…
ONE!
Reign shoved her way free, rattled but by no means ready to give up.
Both young women rolled away from one another and, understandably, Hopkins was the first to find her feet, her cheeks a little rosy but otherwise unfrazzled. She paused for a moment, whilst remaining limber, displaying a great deal of sportsmanship in allowing her Challenger to do likewise, Rebecca’s own expression considerably more rueful.
With a slight nod of what could be construed as respect, the Havok Hellion…
…displayed her true colours, once again looking to respond to Summer’s olive branch with a wicked kick to her…
…no longer unprotected tummy!!
Once bitten, twice shy, Hopkin’s clearly wasn’t falling for the same trick twice, catching Reign by her ankle and, with babyface disapproval, yanked on the immediately repentant Rebecca’s overextended stem hard. Already on unsteady footing, the Brit’s standing leg was ripped out from underneath her and she landed hard on her own, taunt booty, a sharp yelp greeting the abrupt impact rendered to her tailbone.
She did not, however, have time to nurse her fresh hurt as Summer, in a state of perpetual motion, retained her grip of the captured limb and, steeping forwards, yanked on it for a second time. Rebecca was sent tumbling up and over into a backwards roll, popping back up onto her knees in a disorientated mess before her jaw was met by a BLISTERING running knee!!
ROLL UP/RUNNING KNEE: @0:21
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_VnIZkvQTs
Something went out in Rebecca’s noggin as her head snapped backwards on her slim shoulders before, fibre bleeding from her posture, she slumped face first into the canvas, looking dazed with her eyes glassy.
The crowd cheered and, again, the EuroAsia Champion was on her, rolling the Challenger up and hooking a limp leg before securing a fresh pinfall…
ONE!
TWO!!
Reign shoved up a shoulder, shaking her head as she was made of sterner stuff than that.
Likewise, Baby Hopkins remained equally undeterred by her adversary’s tenacity, this time slipping one of her palms beneath Rebecca’s arm in an effort to tug her opponent back up…
…only for the Mistress of Mayhem to not be as groggy as she appeared, inhaling a quick breath before she surged back up to boot leather fully under her own power, shoving a shoulder into Summer’s exposed, trim tummy as she did so. With seemingly little effort, Reign muscled the surprised blonde up into the air before locking her place across her shoulders, solidifying her Fireman’s Carry with a firm grip after swinging a whipcrack fast back elbow into Hopkin’s wide-open temple.
With her senses expertly rattled, Summer slumped in her Challenger’s embrace, forcibly compliant as, with Rebecca winking at the nearest camera, she began to spin both herself and her cargo in tight, ever quickening rotations. Hopkins grew dizzy quickly, her posture slackening with each passing spiral and, soon enough, a low moan began to flow from between the blondes’ lips.
Rebecca smirked at that, her own pulse quickening, perfectly content to listen to such sounds for the duration of the evening. Alas, she had business to attend to and, with a mighty shrug, Reign ceased in her spiralling and popped her foes athletic frame free from her perch. Her aim was not random and, as the FAWNatics cried out in dismay, the girl of their affections was dropped throat first across the top rope!!
AIRPLANE CARRY/TOP ROPE DROP: @2:25
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V-4GhJLgybk
Hopkin’s recoiled from that landing as though she had been shot in the throat, whiplashing away from the rubber coated steel and, chocking, she clutched at her neck. She stumbled, nearly tumbling over, and she surely would have done had Rebecca not stepped in.
She hardly had altruistic motivations however, not when she snagged the embattled beauty by her wrist and, with a sharp yank, pulled the other young woman back towards her. There, she met Summer with the STIFFEST of looking clotheslines, knocking her clean off her feet and sending her crashing backwards to the canvas.
Hopkins lay in a stupor, her baby blues blinking slowly as she grimaced with a fresh moan, a sitting duck for Reign who, bringing her right arm up to flex, kissed her own bicep before THROWING herself down to the canvas, NAILING the Supergirl of Sheffield with a vicious elbow drop to her heart whilst she lay prone!!
Summer’s heady (and immediately recorded and duplicated) GRUNT echoed about all four corners of the arena as her long legs kicked up into the air before her heels bounced back down on the canvas. Rebecca wasted no time in claiming one of those treasured stems and rolling her fellow Brit up for a Pinfall…
ONE!
TWO!!
Hopkins shoved up her shoulder, as equally unwilling to give up as her Challenger.
“That’s my girl,” Reign shook her head ruefully, before setting about bullying the winded looking Summer back up to her feet long before she was ready. “But let’s skip to the climax,” she suggested, winking again towards the nearest camera as she tugged Summer in for a Suplex. “And I’ll make sure its not the only one you receive this evening.”
Her rather lewd proposal delivered, she set her stance and prepared to flip the stunning athlete in her grasp up and over…
…only for Hopkins to hold her ground, remembering her tutoring and locking her right leg about Rebecca’s. Slightly put out, Reign attempted a second time only to be thwarted in the same manner. The third, she fully intended to succeed…
…only for Summer to do far more than remain in a holding pattern. Instead, catching the increasingly frustrated Rebecca flat footed, with a surge of effort, Hopkins powered Reign into the air as though she were about to perform a Suplex of her own but, at the apex of the arc with the Chaotic C**T suspended upside down and vertical with the canvas, the tips of her boots pointing towards the rafters, Summer wowed the FAWNatics with a display of strength by keeping her aloft!
The moment lingered just long enough for the world to take note and Reign to mutter…
“…well, shit…”
….before the British Bombshell adjusted her grip and released her cargo for just a second. With a flutter of panic in her bosom, Rebecca dropped straight back down to earth before the blonde caught her, arms circling about her waist and holding her close as her head became braced between the other girl’s thighs.
Hopkins DROPPED!! to her knees, and the crowd WHOOPED!! in appreciation as the crown of Reign’s noggin was NAILED!! into the canvas on the wrong end of a Piledriver!!
SUMMER IS HERE!!: @0:35
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Elhpv06iBlA&t=56s
Rebecca heard none of it, not from the moment her skull met plywood in a thunderous collision, her whole body spasming before she flopped out of Summer’s grasp and puddled into a ruined heap on the canvas. Hopkins was immediately on top of her, even the FAWNatics themselves caught somewhat flat footed by the sudden and dramatic reversal in fortunes. Never-the-less, when the Official dropped down to the canvas to count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…they were more than ready to begin cheering, the EuroAsia Champion’s return to Orlando soil in both unplanned, and triumphant fashion.
As for Summer, she pushed back up onto her knees and sighed with visible relief, feeling her heart fluttering with excitement as the crowd filled the arena with applause. Appreciatively, the young Brit first reclaimed her glasses from an all too helpful (and likely smitten) stage hand before reclaiming her treasured Title, perhaps realising how close she could have come to losing it on what amounted to little more than a whimsy.
Exhaling a deep breath, the Supergirl of Sheffield returned to her full height and held her Gold up high, the arena soon echoing with a repeating sequence of three words…
“MADE! FOR! THIS!! MADE! FOR! THIS! MADE! FOR! THIS! MADE! FOR! THIS!”
Summer smiled in return, her cheeks all rosy, Christmas beginning early as the FAWNatics indulged in their first present.
Christmas was the horizon and the show was about to begin, the FAWNatics eager to unwrap their first presents in this most festive of seasons. A hush fell about the crowd and not a creature was stirring as the house lights began to dim low, signalling that the cameras were about to begin rolling. Filled with anticipation, all eyes turned to the curtains and, unscheduled…
MADE FOR THIS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8j9hG-nVkLc
…burst into life over the loud speakers and there, at centre stage, haloed in glorious, renewed illumination stood the apex of the EuroAsia Division, the Girl of Steel, Summer Hopkins!!
The FAWNatics erupted and, a little sheepish, 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
Casual in attire, the Brit clearly wasn’t here to compete but the faithful didn’t hold it against her, filling the arena with their cheers as the blonde beauty, rosy cheeked and radiant, bowled them over with her presence, five foot seven and one hundred twenty-eight pounds of instant heartbreak.
Faced with their extremely vocal welcome, Summer’s cheeks flushed a delightful shade of crimson, the athlete briefly biting her bottom lip and bringing her hands back together, forming a heart for the faithful that was entirely truthful.
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.
As she reached the apron she jumped, deftly making the distance before swinging both of her long, lithe legs 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 denim 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 coming into her own in front of the FAWNatics.
With a brief, 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 of her treasured 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, her cheeks a little rosy as the arena hung on her every word. “I know I haven’t been around the last month or so, touring Asia and such but, got to spread the love right?”
The Orlando crowd, reluctantly, agreed that it was ok to share one of their favourite talents with the rest of the world.
“But hey,” she paused, her cheeks a tiny bit crimson as she remained the tiniest bit timid. “You didn’t think I would miss Christmas, did you?”
The masses cheered, indulging in their early and utterly unexpected present.
“I didn’t quite make back in town soon enough to schedule a match for tonight,” she apologised, the FAWNatics finding it impossible to hold it against her. “But I can guarantee you, at New Year’s Revolution…”
POWER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WhTHJyRjVIc
…Burst into life over the loud speakers, cutting off the young woman of the FAWNatics affections before she could finish her sentence, all voices in the arena turning back to the entrance in a vocal, united statement of disapproval.
All too soon, out onto the stage appeared the would-be party pooper, the Mistress of Mayhem, all five foot seven and one hundred thirty pounds of unrepentant hooligan armed and most certainly dangerous. With feet braced apart and arms spread open wide, the Brit flashed a crooked grin and allowed the FAWNatics to drink in the sight of her, the Chaotic C**T as much in love with herself as anyone else could ever be.
REBECCA REIGN
Once a Babyface in the making, the now infamous Rebecca Reign had chosen a far easier path to stardom. It was one that had led to her wielding a kendo stick in one hand and answering the jeers of her heartbroken faithful with a flippant shrug.
Her general lack of regard of those who had once adored her made so blatantly obvious, she began marching down the ramp. As cockiness incarnate, an impenetrable shield of aggrandised self-worth protected her from the boos that rained down upon her and, in swift order, she made her way to the ring, still brandishing her weapon, tapping the tip of it against the railings on her way to the steel steps. Upon reaching the furniture, she ascended them at a dash and, pausing only to deliver a fresh, one fingered salute back out towards the heckling masses, she ducked into the squared circle between the top and middle ropes.
Having made it into the ring, she wasted exactly zero time in eyeing the EuroAsia up, the Brit looking thirsty as she flashed the well packaged blonde a sly grin.
“Hey, babe,” was Rebecca’s choice in greeting, making no secret of the desire she felt burning for her blonde opposite. “Missed seeing you around here, makes me not want to share.”
Summer cleared her throat slightly, her cheeks involuntarily rosy, trying her best to not look indecisive in the face of such overt flirting.
“Relax, sweetness,” Rebecca casually braced the business end of her kendo stick up against her own shoulder. “I’m out here on business,” she smirked all the more, her gaze flickering to the Gold that Hopkins wore proudly about her hips. “As you might well remember,” she spared the gathered FAWNatics a moment of her attention, before eagerly returning all of it back to the stunning young woman she shared the ring with. “Earlier this year at, March to War, was it?”
Summer held her ground, and Rebecca grinned all the more.
“Yes, March to War,” Reign continued, warming to her subject. “There was you, me and two other posers all in a tussle for a Number One Contenders spot for the EuroAsia Title. It was a match in which,” Rebecca stepped forwards, her smile as sly as could be as she and her counterpart became dangerously close, “I. Pinned. You.”
Again, Summer did not back down, the FAWNatics letting Rebecca know that they did not entirely approve of her version of events. Technically, it was true, but it hardly told the whole story.
Rebecca wasn’t listening to them, her attention only for Hopkins.
“I. Beat. You for a shot at this Title,” Reign tapped her finger against the faceplate of the Gold that Summer was now wearing. “I never got that shot, Summer,” Reign’s mood became a little less predictable, dark eyes gazing deep into the Champions baby blues. Neither of them flinched, “I was cheated out of my chance, I was put in the hospital, denied what I would have won and now, here you are, the woman I beat wearing the Gold that should! Be! Mine!”
Summer couldn’t help it, briefly nipping on her bottom lip as she was caught by indecision, Rebecca so very, very close, her breath teasing her cheek. She did remember March to War, she remembered it very well.
The FAWNatics, loyal to their core, united in one voice to bolster her resolve.
“MADE! FOR! THIS!! MADE! FOR! THIS! MADE! FOR! THIS! MADE! FOR! THIS!”
It worked, Summer exhaling a deep breath and, with her thoughts rushing a mile a minute, the former wallflower leaned hard back into the notion of taking control of her own fate. She nodded, exhaling a second breath before, to the mounting surprise, and then excitement of the packed arena, the Supergirl of Sheffield began to take off her jacket.
For the first time that evening, it was Rebecca that was caught flat footed, her eyes briefly opening wide in shock before her smirk became a savage grin. “Oh, hell yeah,” she stated, eagerly backing up towards a vacant corner to give the Champ a little room. She could be gracious when the mood struck her, especially when getting what she wanted, “I knew you were more than just f*cking gorgeous.”
“Summer,” a hastily arriving Official attempted to intercede.
“We’re got time,” the blonde beauty nodded once more before remembering to take off her glasses and handing them to a stage hand. “We can do this.”
“Are you sure?” the Official questioned.
“I’m sure,” Summer fibbed, her tummy filled with all kinds of butterflies before she fought them into submission, unbuckling her belt free from about her hips and holding the EuroAsia Gold up high into the air.
The FAWNatics roared in approval and the Announcer was quick to make it all above board.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” he began, the crowd enrapt. “The following contest will be for One Fall and for the EuroAsia Title!!”
On the edge of their seats, the packed arena watched on and, with both Champion and Challenger matching each other’s gaze across the squared circle, the Official called for the bell.
Seconds later, the duo met at centre ring, locking up in a tight collar and elbow tie up and their impromptu match was well and truly under way. They writhed for leverage, blonde and brunette damn near eye to eye as they pushed and pulled, neither giving ground for long moments as they both grunted and tensed. Slowly, a renewed smirk began to spread across Reign’s features, enjoying herself a great deal.
“God damn,” she exhaled, straining for a second. “You smell great.”
Summer, resisting the urge to sigh, instead doubled down on Rebecca’s clear state of distraction and, thanks to countless hours of couching from an elder sibling, Baby Hopkins was finally able to secure that vital moment of superior leverage. With a heart swelling shout, the deadlock was broken and the Supergirl of Sheffield was able to spin her counterpart about a full one eighty, snuggling in up close to the brunette’s back and locking her right arm up in an expert chickenwing.
“Really?” Summer questioned, her own features invariably a tiny bit flushed. “Is now the time?”
“Alright, alright,” Rebecca grimaced, searching for a way out. “You smell like sewer water.”
Summer huffed, not really liking that either and, with an assertive shove, pushed Reign away.
Rebecca stumbled, requiring a few moments to regain steady footing and, with a painful rotation of her stretched shoulder, she turned back around to face her fellow Brit.
“Ready?” Hopkins queried, both eager and prepared to invite the Havok Hellion back in, standing undaunted with her arms raised for a second lock up.
“Ready?” Rebecca shot back before a wicked grin returned her features…
…and she rewarded the gesture of good will with a STIFF boot to her opposites fully exposed, toned tummy!!
Wide eyed in surprise, Summer GUFFED out a deep groan as she was forced to fold forwards, the crowd calling fowl even as Reign stepped quickly in and, with expert precision, followed up with a sharp European Uppercut that nailed the British Bombshell clean beneath her chin!
Caught flush beneath the underside of her noggin, Hopkins jolted back up to standing vertical and, with her senses a little rattled, her baby blues looked a little out of focus as she swayed a half step in reverse. She retreated no further, however, involuntarily or otherwise as Reign was relentless, snagging one of Summer’s wrists and, before she could regain her bearings, yanked her sharply forwards into a possessive Irish Whip.
So prompted, Hopkins set off at a sprint towards the furthest corner, her long legs eating up the distance quickly as, hot on her heels, chased the pursuing Mistress of Mayhem. Approaching the turnbuckles…
…Summer avoided the collision at the last second, her senses snapping back into place with enough time for her to quickly grasp a hold of the tope ropes and, reversing all of her considerable momentum, was able to both springboard and vault her athletic frame high up into the air. She sailed over the top of the flat-footed Rebecca and, as Hopkin’s was able to sail her way back down safely to standing on boot leather, Reign too was able to avoid an unplanned collision with the turnbuckles by grinding to an abrupt halt.
Unfortunately for the Chaotic C**T however, Summer was now right behind her, and the Girl of Steel was swift to take advantage. Snuggling back in close with her dark-haired rival, Hopkins wrapped her arms about Reign’s midriff and, without missing a beat, she bodily hurled her up and over in a beautiful German Suplex!!
IRISH WHIP/GERMAN SUPLEX: @2:30
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mQnfOmUutBE
With enough force to set the plywood to rattling, Rebecca found herself PLANTED against the canvas across the back of her head and shoulders, the FAWNatics WHOOPING as she jerked momentarily and Summer bridged, Reign kept compacted in a ball as the Official began to count…
ONE!
Reign shoved her way free, rattled but by no means ready to give up.
Both young women rolled away from one another and, understandably, Hopkins was the first to find her feet, her cheeks a little rosy but otherwise unfrazzled. She paused for a moment, whilst remaining limber, displaying a great deal of sportsmanship in allowing her Challenger to do likewise, Rebecca’s own expression considerably more rueful.
With a slight nod of what could be construed as respect, the Havok Hellion…
…displayed her true colours, once again looking to respond to Summer’s olive branch with a wicked kick to her…
…no longer unprotected tummy!!
Once bitten, twice shy, Hopkin’s clearly wasn’t falling for the same trick twice, catching Reign by her ankle and, with babyface disapproval, yanked on the immediately repentant Rebecca’s overextended stem hard. Already on unsteady footing, the Brit’s standing leg was ripped out from underneath her and she landed hard on her own, taunt booty, a sharp yelp greeting the abrupt impact rendered to her tailbone.
She did not, however, have time to nurse her fresh hurt as Summer, in a state of perpetual motion, retained her grip of the captured limb and, steeping forwards, yanked on it for a second time. Rebecca was sent tumbling up and over into a backwards roll, popping back up onto her knees in a disorientated mess before her jaw was met by a BLISTERING running knee!!
ROLL UP/RUNNING KNEE: @0:21
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_VnIZkvQTs
Something went out in Rebecca’s noggin as her head snapped backwards on her slim shoulders before, fibre bleeding from her posture, she slumped face first into the canvas, looking dazed with her eyes glassy.
The crowd cheered and, again, the EuroAsia Champion was on her, rolling the Challenger up and hooking a limp leg before securing a fresh pinfall…
ONE!
TWO!!
Reign shoved up a shoulder, shaking her head as she was made of sterner stuff than that.
Likewise, Baby Hopkins remained equally undeterred by her adversary’s tenacity, this time slipping one of her palms beneath Rebecca’s arm in an effort to tug her opponent back up…
…only for the Mistress of Mayhem to not be as groggy as she appeared, inhaling a quick breath before she surged back up to boot leather fully under her own power, shoving a shoulder into Summer’s exposed, trim tummy as she did so. With seemingly little effort, Reign muscled the surprised blonde up into the air before locking her place across her shoulders, solidifying her Fireman’s Carry with a firm grip after swinging a whipcrack fast back elbow into Hopkin’s wide-open temple.
With her senses expertly rattled, Summer slumped in her Challenger’s embrace, forcibly compliant as, with Rebecca winking at the nearest camera, she began to spin both herself and her cargo in tight, ever quickening rotations. Hopkins grew dizzy quickly, her posture slackening with each passing spiral and, soon enough, a low moan began to flow from between the blondes’ lips.
Rebecca smirked at that, her own pulse quickening, perfectly content to listen to such sounds for the duration of the evening. Alas, she had business to attend to and, with a mighty shrug, Reign ceased in her spiralling and popped her foes athletic frame free from her perch. Her aim was not random and, as the FAWNatics cried out in dismay, the girl of their affections was dropped throat first across the top rope!!
AIRPLANE CARRY/TOP ROPE DROP: @2:25
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V-4GhJLgybk
Hopkin’s recoiled from that landing as though she had been shot in the throat, whiplashing away from the rubber coated steel and, chocking, she clutched at her neck. She stumbled, nearly tumbling over, and she surely would have done had Rebecca not stepped in.
She hardly had altruistic motivations however, not when she snagged the embattled beauty by her wrist and, with a sharp yank, pulled the other young woman back towards her. There, she met Summer with the STIFFEST of looking clotheslines, knocking her clean off her feet and sending her crashing backwards to the canvas.
Hopkins lay in a stupor, her baby blues blinking slowly as she grimaced with a fresh moan, a sitting duck for Reign who, bringing her right arm up to flex, kissed her own bicep before THROWING herself down to the canvas, NAILING the Supergirl of Sheffield with a vicious elbow drop to her heart whilst she lay prone!!
Summer’s heady (and immediately recorded and duplicated) GRUNT echoed about all four corners of the arena as her long legs kicked up into the air before her heels bounced back down on the canvas. Rebecca wasted no time in claiming one of those treasured stems and rolling her fellow Brit up for a Pinfall…
ONE!
TWO!!
Hopkins shoved up her shoulder, as equally unwilling to give up as her Challenger.
“That’s my girl,” Reign shook her head ruefully, before setting about bullying the winded looking Summer back up to her feet long before she was ready. “But let’s skip to the climax,” she suggested, winking again towards the nearest camera as she tugged Summer in for a Suplex. “And I’ll make sure its not the only one you receive this evening.”
Her rather lewd proposal delivered, she set her stance and prepared to flip the stunning athlete in her grasp up and over…
…only for Hopkins to hold her ground, remembering her tutoring and locking her right leg about Rebecca’s. Slightly put out, Reign attempted a second time only to be thwarted in the same manner. The third, she fully intended to succeed…
…only for Summer to do far more than remain in a holding pattern. Instead, catching the increasingly frustrated Rebecca flat footed, with a surge of effort, Hopkins powered Reign into the air as though she were about to perform a Suplex of her own but, at the apex of the arc with the Chaotic C**T suspended upside down and vertical with the canvas, the tips of her boots pointing towards the rafters, Summer wowed the FAWNatics with a display of strength by keeping her aloft!
The moment lingered just long enough for the world to take note and Reign to mutter…
“…well, shit…”
….before the British Bombshell adjusted her grip and released her cargo for just a second. With a flutter of panic in her bosom, Rebecca dropped straight back down to earth before the blonde caught her, arms circling about her waist and holding her close as her head became braced between the other girl’s thighs.
Hopkins DROPPED!! to her knees, and the crowd WHOOPED!! in appreciation as the crown of Reign’s noggin was NAILED!! into the canvas on the wrong end of a Piledriver!!
SUMMER IS HERE!!: @0:35
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Elhpv06iBlA&t=56s
Rebecca heard none of it, not from the moment her skull met plywood in a thunderous collision, her whole body spasming before she flopped out of Summer’s grasp and puddled into a ruined heap on the canvas. Hopkins was immediately on top of her, even the FAWNatics themselves caught somewhat flat footed by the sudden and dramatic reversal in fortunes. Never-the-less, when the Official dropped down to the canvas to count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…they were more than ready to begin cheering, the EuroAsia Champion’s return to Orlando soil in both unplanned, and triumphant fashion.
As for Summer, she pushed back up onto her knees and sighed with visible relief, feeling her heart fluttering with excitement as the crowd filled the arena with applause. Appreciatively, the young Brit first reclaimed her glasses from an all too helpful (and likely smitten) stage hand before reclaiming her treasured Title, perhaps realising how close she could have come to losing it on what amounted to little more than a whimsy.
Exhaling a deep breath, the Supergirl of Sheffield returned to her full height and held her Gold up high, the arena soon echoing with a repeating sequence of three words…
“MADE! FOR! THIS!! MADE! FOR! THIS! MADE! FOR! THIS! MADE! FOR! THIS!”
Summer smiled in return, her cheeks all rosy, Christmas beginning early as the FAWNatics indulged in their first present.