Post by EmmaWoods007 on Mar 9, 2022 13:18:54 GMT
NOVA PAHLAVI
SELENA DOUGLAS
…As much as her legs were seemingly unwilling to listen to her, Nova was as equally determined to not listen to them, filing away the complaints of her limber lower limbs for later. They ached something fierce, muscles straining with fatigue as, outside the ring, the iron-willed Brit was grimacing intensely, dragging herself back up onto unwilling feet by way of the barricade, her arms wrapped tightly about the cold steel like her life depended on it. The small crowd was behind her, especially those in the seats closest to her, encouraging her with fresh cheers as she refused to stay down, the lean, lithe beauty sheened with sweat and heaving with effort.
With a sharp exhale, and one last pull, the stubborn Pahlavi had finally found fresh footing…
…just in time for Selena Douglas to meet her with a massive, running big boot to the side of her jaw, the WHACK of her suspiciously heavy-duty footwear connecting with unsuspecting cheek echoing about the packed arena. For Nova, the lights went out, her whole body turning leaden as she slumped heavily over the railing, every ounce of defiant pride kicked clean out of her in one swift, savage moment.
“You see that!!” Selena shouted, exhaling deep, frustrated breaths and red faced with fluster, spreading her arms out wide and acting as though she didn’t look like she’d just been put through the ringer as well. “That’s what I thought! THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT!!”
The crowd booed and, in retaliation to their collective lack of respect, Douglas picked out just one poor unfortunate spectator to receive the full force of her rebuttal.
“F*CK YOU!” she shot in his direction before marching forwards. “You want more?” Selena threatened, barely resisting the urge to beat her chest. Instead, she wrapped her arms tightly about the slim tummy of the supple Nova and peeled her lean physique back off the barricade, holding her tighter than necessary as she held her close. The impromptu reverse bearhug drove a short, disheartened groan from Pahlavi’s petite body as she hung in her opponents’ brawny grip, the young woman showing no further signs of life.
Not waiting on any further ceremony, Douglas practically threw herself backwards, arching sharply to toss her new adversary up and over by way of a German Suplex, one that PLANTED the already shellshocked Nova HARD against the barely padded concrete across her head and shoulders.
GERMAN SUPLEX RELEASE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2UfHJJghFUg
Practically boneless, Pahlavi’s whole body stiffened for a brief moments before she slumped out across her torso, twitching and moaning as a particularly sharp spasm briefly jerked her firm booty up into the air. Were they in the ring, Selena would surely go for a pin, were she a professional, Douglas would defiantly be getting her demolished foe back into the squared circle.
Neither eventuality proved to be the truth.
Instead, the moment she was on her feet, the reprobate was stalking the nearest camera man, narrowing the distance before he realised what was happening and grabbed the lens of his equipment before he could think to pull away.
“You see that!?!” Selena scowled down the live feed, demanding to be heard. “I won’t be ignored!” she insisted, “I! WON’T! BE! IGNORED!!!”
Shoving the camera away (much to the relief of its operator), Douglas went back to business, returning to Nova as the Brit was starting to come to, some fibre returning to her spine after being given a chance to recover.
“No, you don’t!” Selena insisted, delivering a stomp to the small of Pahlavi’s back to rob her of all thoughts of that, rewarded by a pained grunt from the stubborn Brit. Douglas then leant down to collect her opponent on her own terms, grasping the lean lady by one shoulder and her belt before hauling her up to a semblance of enforced vertical and, with a heave, tossing her back into the squared circle beneath the bottom rope.
Nova rolled several times before coming to a stop, grimacing with a deep inhale as she slumped over onto her back, willing herself to rise even as Selena was following her into the ring. Nothing in her anatomy still wanted to listen but, with a furrowing of her brow and the deepest of inhales she began to peel herself off the deck, her head still spinning from the blunt force trauma her noggin had received, painfully rolling over onto one side…
…as Douglas ducked between the top and middle ropes, already closing the distance between them…
…but not swiftly enough, Pahlavi grunting with raw determination as she powered up onto her feet and dashed across the ring, leaping into the air to a deliver a sleek, cross body splash…
…which did not nearly possess the power that she had hoped to summon. The spirit was willing, but her body was weak and, now spent, she hung limp in her new rival’s grasp as Selena had barely taken a step backwards to absorb the impact.
Taking a moment to adjust her grip, and with Nova finally pliant in her arms, Pahlavi showing nary a sign of further resistance as Selena picked her spot and dropped down abruptly to one knee, bending her passive foe’s spine the wrong way across her rigid, posted joint. Nova met the jarring collision with a heady grunt, and a stiff jerk ran the length of her smaller body before she fell limp, breathing shallow as she showed no further sign of resistance.
For a second, it looked like Selena was going to shove Pahlavi off the pedestal of her rigid thigh before instead deciding to pick her up back up, retaining her cross-body grip as she bodily carried the capitulated Nova towards the nearest corner. Rotating her up and over, with the FAWNatics showering the ring with protests, Douglas hung Pahlavi upside down against the turnbuckles, tying the young woman’s athletic legs tightly about the top turnbuckles to complete the tree of woe. Selena marched away, satisfied with her labours until she reached the opposite Ringpost, turning about and, with Nova dangling lifeless before her, she shot off at a sprint…
…and Nova, clenching her aching core, released a long, heartfelt cry of effort as she pulled on what appeared to be the last dregs of her reserves. As Douglas threw herself forwards into a spear, Pahlavi’s trim, stunningly toned tummy flexed and, with a defiant roar, the little Brit POWERED her way up to sitting on the top turnbuckle just in time for Selena to shoot clean underneath her!!
Douglas yelped as, instead of impaling an all too yielding gut, her shoulder instead RAMMED into an utterly unyielding ring post, the high velocity impact damn near knocking the limb out of joint. Shocked by the blinding pain, she rebounded from the collision with stumbling strides, wide eyed and sputtering as she clutched her wounded limb, right arm dangling aimless by her side.
Nova, practically glowing with perspiration, untangled her ankles from about the top turnbuckle as the FAWNatics found their voices, cheering as she hopped down to straddling the middle ropes. She wasted no time, well aware that her body was unwilling to support any further, sustained effort and, with a spirited shout, she launched herself backwards into the sky, spring boarding off the rubber coated steel to fling herself into a gorgeous arc.
On the way down, to caught the grimacing Selena as she stood folded forwards, collecting her in a flying headlock before the momentum of her audacious flight ripped the reprobate clean off her feet. A second later, Douglas was NAILED crown first into the canvas by way of a stunning, Moonsault DDT, one that would ROCK even the hardiest of grapplers from head to toe!!
SUPERNOVA
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gkyTqkvYH54
Suddenly lifeless, Selena flopped out across her back and, in the same instant, Pahlavi was atop her, hooking a leg and pinning her to the canvas for…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The crowd erupted with cheers and, exhausted, Nova let her adversary’s limp limb drop, exhaling a deep breath as she slowly sat up before being helped to her feet by the Official…
READY FOR WAR
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xlBNb1XiR0g
…returning to the sound system to confirm her victory.
“So?” the Official asked, raising her hand high. “Does it feel good to be back?”
“No,” Nova grimaced before sighing deeply, lean, limber, lithe and ready for war. “But it just isn’t in me to quit.”
SELENA DOUGLAS
…As much as her legs were seemingly unwilling to listen to her, Nova was as equally determined to not listen to them, filing away the complaints of her limber lower limbs for later. They ached something fierce, muscles straining with fatigue as, outside the ring, the iron-willed Brit was grimacing intensely, dragging herself back up onto unwilling feet by way of the barricade, her arms wrapped tightly about the cold steel like her life depended on it. The small crowd was behind her, especially those in the seats closest to her, encouraging her with fresh cheers as she refused to stay down, the lean, lithe beauty sheened with sweat and heaving with effort.
With a sharp exhale, and one last pull, the stubborn Pahlavi had finally found fresh footing…
…just in time for Selena Douglas to meet her with a massive, running big boot to the side of her jaw, the WHACK of her suspiciously heavy-duty footwear connecting with unsuspecting cheek echoing about the packed arena. For Nova, the lights went out, her whole body turning leaden as she slumped heavily over the railing, every ounce of defiant pride kicked clean out of her in one swift, savage moment.
“You see that!!” Selena shouted, exhaling deep, frustrated breaths and red faced with fluster, spreading her arms out wide and acting as though she didn’t look like she’d just been put through the ringer as well. “That’s what I thought! THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT!!”
The crowd booed and, in retaliation to their collective lack of respect, Douglas picked out just one poor unfortunate spectator to receive the full force of her rebuttal.
“F*CK YOU!” she shot in his direction before marching forwards. “You want more?” Selena threatened, barely resisting the urge to beat her chest. Instead, she wrapped her arms tightly about the slim tummy of the supple Nova and peeled her lean physique back off the barricade, holding her tighter than necessary as she held her close. The impromptu reverse bearhug drove a short, disheartened groan from Pahlavi’s petite body as she hung in her opponents’ brawny grip, the young woman showing no further signs of life.
Not waiting on any further ceremony, Douglas practically threw herself backwards, arching sharply to toss her new adversary up and over by way of a German Suplex, one that PLANTED the already shellshocked Nova HARD against the barely padded concrete across her head and shoulders.
GERMAN SUPLEX RELEASE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2UfHJJghFUg
Practically boneless, Pahlavi’s whole body stiffened for a brief moments before she slumped out across her torso, twitching and moaning as a particularly sharp spasm briefly jerked her firm booty up into the air. Were they in the ring, Selena would surely go for a pin, were she a professional, Douglas would defiantly be getting her demolished foe back into the squared circle.
Neither eventuality proved to be the truth.
Instead, the moment she was on her feet, the reprobate was stalking the nearest camera man, narrowing the distance before he realised what was happening and grabbed the lens of his equipment before he could think to pull away.
“You see that!?!” Selena scowled down the live feed, demanding to be heard. “I won’t be ignored!” she insisted, “I! WON’T! BE! IGNORED!!!”
Shoving the camera away (much to the relief of its operator), Douglas went back to business, returning to Nova as the Brit was starting to come to, some fibre returning to her spine after being given a chance to recover.
“No, you don’t!” Selena insisted, delivering a stomp to the small of Pahlavi’s back to rob her of all thoughts of that, rewarded by a pained grunt from the stubborn Brit. Douglas then leant down to collect her opponent on her own terms, grasping the lean lady by one shoulder and her belt before hauling her up to a semblance of enforced vertical and, with a heave, tossing her back into the squared circle beneath the bottom rope.
Nova rolled several times before coming to a stop, grimacing with a deep inhale as she slumped over onto her back, willing herself to rise even as Selena was following her into the ring. Nothing in her anatomy still wanted to listen but, with a furrowing of her brow and the deepest of inhales she began to peel herself off the deck, her head still spinning from the blunt force trauma her noggin had received, painfully rolling over onto one side…
…as Douglas ducked between the top and middle ropes, already closing the distance between them…
…but not swiftly enough, Pahlavi grunting with raw determination as she powered up onto her feet and dashed across the ring, leaping into the air to a deliver a sleek, cross body splash…
…which did not nearly possess the power that she had hoped to summon. The spirit was willing, but her body was weak and, now spent, she hung limp in her new rival’s grasp as Selena had barely taken a step backwards to absorb the impact.
Taking a moment to adjust her grip, and with Nova finally pliant in her arms, Pahlavi showing nary a sign of further resistance as Selena picked her spot and dropped down abruptly to one knee, bending her passive foe’s spine the wrong way across her rigid, posted joint. Nova met the jarring collision with a heady grunt, and a stiff jerk ran the length of her smaller body before she fell limp, breathing shallow as she showed no further sign of resistance.
For a second, it looked like Selena was going to shove Pahlavi off the pedestal of her rigid thigh before instead deciding to pick her up back up, retaining her cross-body grip as she bodily carried the capitulated Nova towards the nearest corner. Rotating her up and over, with the FAWNatics showering the ring with protests, Douglas hung Pahlavi upside down against the turnbuckles, tying the young woman’s athletic legs tightly about the top turnbuckles to complete the tree of woe. Selena marched away, satisfied with her labours until she reached the opposite Ringpost, turning about and, with Nova dangling lifeless before her, she shot off at a sprint…
…and Nova, clenching her aching core, released a long, heartfelt cry of effort as she pulled on what appeared to be the last dregs of her reserves. As Douglas threw herself forwards into a spear, Pahlavi’s trim, stunningly toned tummy flexed and, with a defiant roar, the little Brit POWERED her way up to sitting on the top turnbuckle just in time for Selena to shoot clean underneath her!!
Douglas yelped as, instead of impaling an all too yielding gut, her shoulder instead RAMMED into an utterly unyielding ring post, the high velocity impact damn near knocking the limb out of joint. Shocked by the blinding pain, she rebounded from the collision with stumbling strides, wide eyed and sputtering as she clutched her wounded limb, right arm dangling aimless by her side.
Nova, practically glowing with perspiration, untangled her ankles from about the top turnbuckle as the FAWNatics found their voices, cheering as she hopped down to straddling the middle ropes. She wasted no time, well aware that her body was unwilling to support any further, sustained effort and, with a spirited shout, she launched herself backwards into the sky, spring boarding off the rubber coated steel to fling herself into a gorgeous arc.
On the way down, to caught the grimacing Selena as she stood folded forwards, collecting her in a flying headlock before the momentum of her audacious flight ripped the reprobate clean off her feet. A second later, Douglas was NAILED crown first into the canvas by way of a stunning, Moonsault DDT, one that would ROCK even the hardiest of grapplers from head to toe!!
SUPERNOVA
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gkyTqkvYH54
Suddenly lifeless, Selena flopped out across her back and, in the same instant, Pahlavi was atop her, hooking a leg and pinning her to the canvas for…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The crowd erupted with cheers and, exhausted, Nova let her adversary’s limp limb drop, exhaling a deep breath as she slowly sat up before being helped to her feet by the Official…
READY FOR WAR
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xlBNb1XiR0g
…returning to the sound system to confirm her victory.
“So?” the Official asked, raising her hand high. “Does it feel good to be back?”
“No,” Nova grimaced before sighing deeply, lean, limber, lithe and ready for war. “But it just isn’t in me to quit.”