Post by hawkeye on Feb 6, 2022 21:52:02 GMT
As the evening showed no signs of slowing down, the first PPV of the new year was set to explode as oh so precious Gold was about to be put on the line. Eagerly the FAWNatics waited, many rushing to return with fresh snacks and many a cool beverage as, just as they were getting comfortable, several were compelled to jump right back out of their seats as…
MADE FOR THIS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mbc0dv9ijKM
…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, ever so slightly sheepish, Summer popped into a jaunty, little bicep flex with one of her long legs crossed just in front of the other, capturing everyone’s attention, including that of the Gladiatrix photographers.
SUMMER HOPKINS
With her clad in form fitting attire and the much coveted, EurAsia Title snapped snuggly about her midriff, the faithful filled 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 brought her hands back together, forming a heart for her followers 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…
…she never made it to the squared circle, at least not under her own power, a smattering of eagle eyed FAWNatics hurling out a short series of entirely inadequate warnings as the Gaelic Goddess, Cleona Flynn, stormed out past the curtains and SLAMMED the fan favourite across the back of her skull with a RUTHLESS Clothesline from Hell!!
CLEONA FLYNN
Utterly unprepared, the lights went out for Summer, her ears ringing as, with a THUNK!! echoing about her noggin, the blindsided Brit beauty hit the deck hard, thumping front first against the concrete with bone jarring force. The FAWNatics called fowl as, for a handful of moments, she remained still, twitching before, with a shudder, the stunned young woman rolled over onto her back. In a shellshocked state, she blinked groggily into the bright lights above and grimaced, struggling to remember where she was.
Flynn towered over her, the former EurAsia Champion returning to the Orlando Arena in emphatic fashion as, appearing faintly bored, the Redheaded Reaper slowly rolled her powerful shoulders and quirked her neck. Fiver foot six and one hundred and fifty-two pounds, she cut an imposing silhouette, every inch of her unyielding as, with ever present menace, she circled the downed young woman who had taken from the Scot her crown.
Summer was starting to get back up, and Cleona was there to ‘help’ her, reaching down to grab the dazed Hopkins before she could gather her senses. Hauling Hopkins to her feet before she was ready, she spun on the spot sharply before bodily TOSSING the blonde in her grasp shoulder first into the barricade with startling force, the Supergirl of Sheffield practically rag dolled for the world to see as she released a pained cry, her fans sitting in the front rows forced to scramble in retreat as the furniture was rocked back towards the them.
With a wince and a pained sigh, Summer slumped down to sitting, cradling her throbbing joint as her senses were still struggling to catch up with the disastrous here and now.
Flynn, briefly glancing down at her, suddenly clocked her predecessor across her jaw with a STIFF right fist, one that damn near knocked the already reeling Hopkins back out and left the young woman completely pliant. Reaching down, Cleona grabbed a hold of the oh so coveted, EurAsia Gold and, by its gleaming faceplate, YANKED it free from the Champions hips, seemingly taking it for her own as, with her free hand, she seized Summer by her proud mane.
With a grunt, and accompanied by the crowd raining down upon her an avalanche of protests, Flynn once again hauled the knocked kneed Hopkins back up to vertical, the bleary-eyed babe barely able to remain on her feet as she was shoved into a stumble a few feet further down the ramp. Instinctively, the EurAsian Champion turned slowly about on the spot and, despite all the warnings in the world, there was nothing she could do to prevent herself being CRACKED about her forehead with her own Belt!!
At a run, Cleona damn near knocked Summer’s head off with her own Gold, the leggy Brit sent crashing back down against the concrete and, this time, aside from the soft rise and fall of her pert bosom, she showed zero signs of getting back up.
After slinging the (formally hers) EurAsia Title over her own shoulder, Flynn demonstrated that she was clearly far from done, reaching down to grab a hold of the plaint Hopkins right ankle and, domineeringly, began to drag the other young woman towards the ring. It was a display that hypnotised the FAWNatics and, eagerly, the Gladiatrix Photographers were immortalising the imagery, the crowd utterly impotent as one of their favourites was practically being claimed in an act of conquest.
To further add to the ire from the masses, arriving at a pace that could only be described as leisurely, marched with imperialistic gait the Princess of Privilege, Lady Lydia Lethbridge.
LADY LYDIA LETHBRIDGE
Passing through the curtains and claiming her domain, the Penthouse Belle returned to the Orlando Arena on the heels of her ‘Firm Right Hand’, the five foot two, one hundred- and seventeen-pound devilish aristocrat grinning with far too many teeth to be friendly. Smugly serene, she sauntered at the head of her own parade, brandishing a wickedly elegant cain with a silver forged, snarling wolfs head as though it were her staff off office.
With Flynn scraping the groaning Summer off the concrete and stuffing the British Bombshell into the ring beneath the bottom rope, Lydia took her time in claiming a spot at the commentary table, derisively dismissing claims that neither she, nor her ‘hatchet woman’ were supposed to be out here tonight.
It didn’t take long for Cleona to climb into the ring herself and, with Summer ever so slowly rolling over onto front under her own power, the faithful in attendance drew some semblance of hope that she may be able to recover…
It was predictably short lived, Cleona possessing nothing resembling mercy tonight as, one last time, she reached back down and hauled an increasingly helpless Hopkins to her feet, only to bodily lift and carry the girl next door’s largely immobile frame to lay up and across her shoulder. Ensuring that she was at centre ring, the Celtic Constrictor secured her blue-eyed cargo and, without a word, THREW herself backwards, SLAMMING Summer down against the deck on the wrong end of a Celtic Drop!!
CELTIC DROP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HI0IffMxJM0&t=51s
This was hardly the first time that Hopkins had been DRIVEN into the canvas on the wrong end of this particularly devastating impact, and it was no less BRUTAL than she remembered, the crowd despairing as her sublime physique was emptied of air and she was rocked from head to toe. The Girl of Steel bounced a good inch before she lay in a renewed and pained stupor, waylaid by the ambush and in no condition to defend herself.
STILL appearing faintly bored by the entire proceeding, Flynn sat up straight and shook out her shoulders, in no hurry as she got back up and dismissively rolled the EurAsia Champion over onto her front as her victim quivered and moaned, pretty peepers fluttering to half lidded.
Utterly unsympathetic, Cleona stepped forwards and prepared to….
…stop short as, over the loud speakers, burst…
ARE YOU READY FOR THIS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HGS0GoV8-xc
…and out through the curtains launched the second half of the Sensationals, Jaime London arriving at a sprint and tearing down the aisle at incredible speed.
JAIME LONDON
The FAWNatics erupted, filling the arena with renewed cheers as the five foot two, one hundred- and eighteen-pound, Cherry Topped Wonder made short work of arriving at the squared circle, the perfectly petite Brit wasting no time in coming to the aid of her best friend. She dove into the ring, leaping beneath the bottom rope and was back on her feet before Cleona had fully turned to meet her, the Redheaded Reaper just barely reacting in time to connect with the little redheaded with a clothesline from hell…
…Which London ducked neatly underneath, deftly avoiding that rigid forearm and continuing on her dash towards the opposite set of ring ropes. She leapt at the last pace, defying gravity like lightweight Babyfaces the world over, before nimbly vaulting herself dramatically off the second rope. The rubber coated steal snapped taunt and set her sailing even higher, Jaime turning herself about as, with leaden feet, Flynn too slow in responding, the Diminutive Dynamo CONNECTED with a gorgeous, flying Sensational Forearm to her one-time adversaries’ cheek!!
With the WHACK echoing across the arena, Cleona was forced to stumble backwards in reverse, her ears ringing as London landed lightly, dexterous to her core as the FAWNatics roared in approval. Even so, Jaime wasn’t standing still, preparing to…
…Lethbridge was in the ring, Her Ladyship abandoning her position as the Commentary Table and out to deflate the entire arena with a single action. Viperously she struck, London unable to see it coming as Lydia NAILED her across the jaw the wolf headed top of her wicked cane!!
Unsurprisingly, to the despair of the watching FAWNatics, both live and witnessing from home, the Sensational Spinoff had her lights turned off, her momentum brough to an immediate halt as she was bludgeoned by a brutally blunt force weapon. As London crumpled into a heap across the canvas, her right stem twitching with tiny, sporadic kicks, Cleona regained her footing, returning to her original course just as Summer Hopkins was starting to come to.
The Gaelic Goddess leapt, sitting out in mid air as the crowd held their breath, Flynn bringing damn near all one hundred and fifty-two pounds of her overpowering frame down across the back of the EurAsia Champions head and shoulders! A sharp spasm ran the full length of Summer’s athletic frame as the hits just kept on coming, rendering her back to a state of barely being conscious as she slipped back into oblivion.
The FAWNatics BOOOOOED, letting their feelings be known as, with Flynn dusting herself off and Lethbridge prowling with a wolfish grin, the Sensationals were left lying beside one another in a defenceless stupor.
Cleona stood tall, domineering in her stance, standing with one boot planted on Summer’s complaint back as she held the EurAsia Championship up high. Given the contest that was supposed to occur this evening had been utterly derailed, Hopkins was still the Champion but, with the former holder of that Title towering above her, she did not look the part.
Undeniably, the Commonwealth had returned for a New Year, and their intentions could not have been made any clearer, leaving the Faithful to fear what could be coming next at Heartbroken…
MADE FOR THIS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mbc0dv9ijKM
…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, ever so slightly sheepish, Summer popped into a jaunty, little bicep flex with one of her long legs crossed just in front of the other, capturing everyone’s attention, including that of the Gladiatrix photographers.
SUMMER HOPKINS
With her clad in form fitting attire and the much coveted, EurAsia Title snapped snuggly about her midriff, the faithful filled 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 brought her hands back together, forming a heart for her followers 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…
…she never made it to the squared circle, at least not under her own power, a smattering of eagle eyed FAWNatics hurling out a short series of entirely inadequate warnings as the Gaelic Goddess, Cleona Flynn, stormed out past the curtains and SLAMMED the fan favourite across the back of her skull with a RUTHLESS Clothesline from Hell!!
CLEONA FLYNN
Utterly unprepared, the lights went out for Summer, her ears ringing as, with a THUNK!! echoing about her noggin, the blindsided Brit beauty hit the deck hard, thumping front first against the concrete with bone jarring force. The FAWNatics called fowl as, for a handful of moments, she remained still, twitching before, with a shudder, the stunned young woman rolled over onto her back. In a shellshocked state, she blinked groggily into the bright lights above and grimaced, struggling to remember where she was.
Flynn towered over her, the former EurAsia Champion returning to the Orlando Arena in emphatic fashion as, appearing faintly bored, the Redheaded Reaper slowly rolled her powerful shoulders and quirked her neck. Fiver foot six and one hundred and fifty-two pounds, she cut an imposing silhouette, every inch of her unyielding as, with ever present menace, she circled the downed young woman who had taken from the Scot her crown.
Summer was starting to get back up, and Cleona was there to ‘help’ her, reaching down to grab the dazed Hopkins before she could gather her senses. Hauling Hopkins to her feet before she was ready, she spun on the spot sharply before bodily TOSSING the blonde in her grasp shoulder first into the barricade with startling force, the Supergirl of Sheffield practically rag dolled for the world to see as she released a pained cry, her fans sitting in the front rows forced to scramble in retreat as the furniture was rocked back towards the them.
With a wince and a pained sigh, Summer slumped down to sitting, cradling her throbbing joint as her senses were still struggling to catch up with the disastrous here and now.
Flynn, briefly glancing down at her, suddenly clocked her predecessor across her jaw with a STIFF right fist, one that damn near knocked the already reeling Hopkins back out and left the young woman completely pliant. Reaching down, Cleona grabbed a hold of the oh so coveted, EurAsia Gold and, by its gleaming faceplate, YANKED it free from the Champions hips, seemingly taking it for her own as, with her free hand, she seized Summer by her proud mane.
With a grunt, and accompanied by the crowd raining down upon her an avalanche of protests, Flynn once again hauled the knocked kneed Hopkins back up to vertical, the bleary-eyed babe barely able to remain on her feet as she was shoved into a stumble a few feet further down the ramp. Instinctively, the EurAsian Champion turned slowly about on the spot and, despite all the warnings in the world, there was nothing she could do to prevent herself being CRACKED about her forehead with her own Belt!!
At a run, Cleona damn near knocked Summer’s head off with her own Gold, the leggy Brit sent crashing back down against the concrete and, this time, aside from the soft rise and fall of her pert bosom, she showed zero signs of getting back up.
After slinging the (formally hers) EurAsia Title over her own shoulder, Flynn demonstrated that she was clearly far from done, reaching down to grab a hold of the plaint Hopkins right ankle and, domineeringly, began to drag the other young woman towards the ring. It was a display that hypnotised the FAWNatics and, eagerly, the Gladiatrix Photographers were immortalising the imagery, the crowd utterly impotent as one of their favourites was practically being claimed in an act of conquest.
To further add to the ire from the masses, arriving at a pace that could only be described as leisurely, marched with imperialistic gait the Princess of Privilege, Lady Lydia Lethbridge.
LADY LYDIA LETHBRIDGE
Passing through the curtains and claiming her domain, the Penthouse Belle returned to the Orlando Arena on the heels of her ‘Firm Right Hand’, the five foot two, one hundred- and seventeen-pound devilish aristocrat grinning with far too many teeth to be friendly. Smugly serene, she sauntered at the head of her own parade, brandishing a wickedly elegant cain with a silver forged, snarling wolfs head as though it were her staff off office.
With Flynn scraping the groaning Summer off the concrete and stuffing the British Bombshell into the ring beneath the bottom rope, Lydia took her time in claiming a spot at the commentary table, derisively dismissing claims that neither she, nor her ‘hatchet woman’ were supposed to be out here tonight.
It didn’t take long for Cleona to climb into the ring herself and, with Summer ever so slowly rolling over onto front under her own power, the faithful in attendance drew some semblance of hope that she may be able to recover…
It was predictably short lived, Cleona possessing nothing resembling mercy tonight as, one last time, she reached back down and hauled an increasingly helpless Hopkins to her feet, only to bodily lift and carry the girl next door’s largely immobile frame to lay up and across her shoulder. Ensuring that she was at centre ring, the Celtic Constrictor secured her blue-eyed cargo and, without a word, THREW herself backwards, SLAMMING Summer down against the deck on the wrong end of a Celtic Drop!!
CELTIC DROP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HI0IffMxJM0&t=51s
This was hardly the first time that Hopkins had been DRIVEN into the canvas on the wrong end of this particularly devastating impact, and it was no less BRUTAL than she remembered, the crowd despairing as her sublime physique was emptied of air and she was rocked from head to toe. The Girl of Steel bounced a good inch before she lay in a renewed and pained stupor, waylaid by the ambush and in no condition to defend herself.
STILL appearing faintly bored by the entire proceeding, Flynn sat up straight and shook out her shoulders, in no hurry as she got back up and dismissively rolled the EurAsia Champion over onto her front as her victim quivered and moaned, pretty peepers fluttering to half lidded.
Utterly unsympathetic, Cleona stepped forwards and prepared to….
…stop short as, over the loud speakers, burst…
ARE YOU READY FOR THIS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HGS0GoV8-xc
…and out through the curtains launched the second half of the Sensationals, Jaime London arriving at a sprint and tearing down the aisle at incredible speed.
JAIME LONDON
The FAWNatics erupted, filling the arena with renewed cheers as the five foot two, one hundred- and eighteen-pound, Cherry Topped Wonder made short work of arriving at the squared circle, the perfectly petite Brit wasting no time in coming to the aid of her best friend. She dove into the ring, leaping beneath the bottom rope and was back on her feet before Cleona had fully turned to meet her, the Redheaded Reaper just barely reacting in time to connect with the little redheaded with a clothesline from hell…
…Which London ducked neatly underneath, deftly avoiding that rigid forearm and continuing on her dash towards the opposite set of ring ropes. She leapt at the last pace, defying gravity like lightweight Babyfaces the world over, before nimbly vaulting herself dramatically off the second rope. The rubber coated steal snapped taunt and set her sailing even higher, Jaime turning herself about as, with leaden feet, Flynn too slow in responding, the Diminutive Dynamo CONNECTED with a gorgeous, flying Sensational Forearm to her one-time adversaries’ cheek!!
With the WHACK echoing across the arena, Cleona was forced to stumble backwards in reverse, her ears ringing as London landed lightly, dexterous to her core as the FAWNatics roared in approval. Even so, Jaime wasn’t standing still, preparing to…
…Lethbridge was in the ring, Her Ladyship abandoning her position as the Commentary Table and out to deflate the entire arena with a single action. Viperously she struck, London unable to see it coming as Lydia NAILED her across the jaw the wolf headed top of her wicked cane!!
Unsurprisingly, to the despair of the watching FAWNatics, both live and witnessing from home, the Sensational Spinoff had her lights turned off, her momentum brough to an immediate halt as she was bludgeoned by a brutally blunt force weapon. As London crumpled into a heap across the canvas, her right stem twitching with tiny, sporadic kicks, Cleona regained her footing, returning to her original course just as Summer Hopkins was starting to come to.
The Gaelic Goddess leapt, sitting out in mid air as the crowd held their breath, Flynn bringing damn near all one hundred and fifty-two pounds of her overpowering frame down across the back of the EurAsia Champions head and shoulders! A sharp spasm ran the full length of Summer’s athletic frame as the hits just kept on coming, rendering her back to a state of barely being conscious as she slipped back into oblivion.
The FAWNatics BOOOOOED, letting their feelings be known as, with Flynn dusting herself off and Lethbridge prowling with a wolfish grin, the Sensationals were left lying beside one another in a defenceless stupor.
Cleona stood tall, domineering in her stance, standing with one boot planted on Summer’s complaint back as she held the EurAsia Championship up high. Given the contest that was supposed to occur this evening had been utterly derailed, Hopkins was still the Champion but, with the former holder of that Title towering above her, she did not look the part.
Undeniably, the Commonwealth had returned for a New Year, and their intentions could not have been made any clearer, leaving the Faithful to fear what could be coming next at Heartbroken…