Post by SammieSinclair on Sept 19, 2014 6:22:14 GMT
Agnes Appleby & Charlotte Coles
GPS: Ginger Goldman & Serena Muir
It’s a rare day when FAWN fans can witness the debut of not one, but two new tag teams…albeit two duos comprised of well-known ladies in the federation.
First down to the ring were Agnes Appleby and Charlotte Coles, two well-regarded workers who, despite hard efforts, had yet to advance from the mid-card realm into the headliner status both aspired to. By pairing up, the two hoped to set themselves on a course to eventual tag gold.
Next came their opponents, Ginger Goldman and Serena Muir. Ever since Seah Sin departed the Devil Dolls for other pastures, it seemed all-but-obvious that Goldman and the similarly-styled Muir would partner up. Collectively they dubbed themselves “GPS”, which they said explained their whole ring strategy: they were the Ground ‘n Pound Sisters.
(Although as an aside, locker room wags claim that what GPS actually stands for is “Ginger Pants’d Serena”…the result of a particularly raucous late night at a local watering hole. Rumor has it Muir was wearing “Despicable Me” Minions panties.)
To establish their bona fides, GPS tore into their unsuspecting adversaries without the nicety of waiting for the opening bell, hammering both Appleby and Coles from behind. Quickly depositing the stunned Agnes on the arena floor, Ginger exited the ring and left the less-experienced Charlotte there with Serena, who had a shark’s predator grin, gleefully baring her teeth.
And she had every reason for joy, as she tears into her blonde opponent without the barest hint of mercy. Coles valiantly struggles to fight back, but she is kept on the defensive throughout. After several minutes, something akin to mercy is granted as Goldman at ringside calls out to her partner, “Hey, Mizz Crabtree is looking pretty lonely over there. Why not invite her to the prom?” Complying with the request, Muir intentionally throws Charlotte into her own corner, allowing her to tag with Agnes, bringing the former school teacher into the match.
Sauntering over to her own corner, Serena high fives with Ginger, and now it’s the redhead’s turn to enter the battle. The two fresh combatants draw close, Appleby displaying a greater degree of defensive caution as the space between the two narrows. Smirking, Goldman raises her arms to silently signal for a test of strength, and the brunette cautiously complies…or at least appears to.
But much like a pop quiz, Ms. Appleby unleashes a surprise on her rival. Dropping to the mat, Agnes sweeps the startled redhead’s feet out from under her, dropping her face-first to the canvas. Moving with lightning-fast speed, the brunette hooks Goldman’s ankles and bends her legs back at the knees; laying herself across her opponent’s back and holding Ginger’s feet with one hand, Appleby cups her other hand under the redhead’s chin, jerking her head back. Goldman squeals, her hands slapping frustratingly at the mat as her spine is painfully bent.
Not wanting to give the skilled grappler a chance to formulate an escape, Agnes suddenly shifts tactics, jumping to her feet and pulling her adversary up by the arm. However, before the brunette can execute whatever she has in mind, Goldman jabs a thumb in her eye, drawing for a shriek and putting an abrupt halt to Appleby’s offensive.
Mirroring the earlier strategy of her partner, Ginger unleashes a blizzard of punches, slaps, kicks stomps and slams to her hapless opposite number, rapidly reducing Appleby to a battered ragdoll.
The match really kicks into chaos when the ring finds all four women battling within its confines. For a fleeting time, Charlotte and Agnes are even in control of the melee…it can scarcely be called a match any longer…but that doesn’t last long.
The end comes as GPS, from opposite corners, Irish whip their rivals towards one another. Appleby and Coles collide chest to chest with a sweaty THUD, both dazed beauties stumbling backward. Working with a precision that belies the fact that this is their first outing together, Muir and Goldman scoop up their opponents and SLAM them to the mat. Each then sits upon her victim’s chest, Agnes and Charlotte’s faces…each a mask of bewilderment and pain…nestled between their thighs. Schoolgirl pins in place, GPS raise their arms in victory as the referee slaps the canvas ONE…TWO…THREE!
Basking in the glow of triumph, the victors rise to their feet, and with a shared glance of mischief between them, they decide the perfect cherry on their sundae of win would be to give their beaten opponents something to remember them by. Or, more specifically, to deprive them of something that they won’t soon forget.
Working in tandem, Goldman and Muir first rip Appleby’s black and white one-piece from her body; they then turn their attention to Coles’s similar pink togs. Within the span of heartbeats, save for their boots, Agnes and Charlotte are left stripped and naked in the ring, much to the delight of the fans.
GPS start a mini-riot as they toss the tattered rags that were their adversary’s battle garb to the throng, causing dozens of males to make a mad scramble to retrieve the prizes. They then exit the ring and exultantly stride up the aisle, chests thrust forward with pride as they slap outstretched hands. GPS had found their direction, and it was going to be a very rough ride for the other teams in FAWN from now on.
*****
The image of Joanna Coleman returns to the screen as she says, "Wow, that was not only a truly exciting debut match for END GAMES, but also an incredibly impressive debut for GPS! I think the other established tag teams in FAWN need to take serious notice of Ginger and Serena, because underestimating them could prove very disastrous. Now, let's hear from one of the participants of our main event match tonight, Mariska Barinova...."
The scene cuts to the blonde Russian staring intently into the lens of the camera. In an accented voice that is as firm as steel and as icy as the Siberian winter, the battling ballerina says, "Ivy Armstrong. I have taken your measure once, and found you wanting. You do recall how I thrashed you in the ring? How I humbled you? How I proved my superiority? I had thought you wise enough, at the very least, to realize that you were no longer a match for me. And yet, you have challenged me once more."
"Very well. When we meet tonight, I shall not simply defeat you...I will crush you. I will shatter you. Your spirit shall he torn to tiny shards, and never again will the fans see you for anything else other than a pitiful creature. Your career is mine for the taking, and what I want, I take! Dosvedanya, b#tch."
The screen cuts back to a wide-eyed Coleman. "Whew!" she says. "There is some seriously bad blood between Barinova and Armstrong, no doubt about that. Fans, you will not only be treated to their match later on in the program, but you may also be witnessing the end of Ivy Armstrong's career...at least, if Mariska has anything to say about it. And given how thoroughly she beat the Bama Slamma the last time they met, what she says may just be the final word!"
"But before that cataclysmic confrontation, lets go down to the ring for our next exciting match!"
fawn-wrestling.freeforums.net/thread/193/saturday-endgames-michelle-dawnstar-modeste
GPS: Ginger Goldman & Serena Muir
It’s a rare day when FAWN fans can witness the debut of not one, but two new tag teams…albeit two duos comprised of well-known ladies in the federation.
First down to the ring were Agnes Appleby and Charlotte Coles, two well-regarded workers who, despite hard efforts, had yet to advance from the mid-card realm into the headliner status both aspired to. By pairing up, the two hoped to set themselves on a course to eventual tag gold.
Next came their opponents, Ginger Goldman and Serena Muir. Ever since Seah Sin departed the Devil Dolls for other pastures, it seemed all-but-obvious that Goldman and the similarly-styled Muir would partner up. Collectively they dubbed themselves “GPS”, which they said explained their whole ring strategy: they were the Ground ‘n Pound Sisters.
(Although as an aside, locker room wags claim that what GPS actually stands for is “Ginger Pants’d Serena”…the result of a particularly raucous late night at a local watering hole. Rumor has it Muir was wearing “Despicable Me” Minions panties.)
To establish their bona fides, GPS tore into their unsuspecting adversaries without the nicety of waiting for the opening bell, hammering both Appleby and Coles from behind. Quickly depositing the stunned Agnes on the arena floor, Ginger exited the ring and left the less-experienced Charlotte there with Serena, who had a shark’s predator grin, gleefully baring her teeth.
And she had every reason for joy, as she tears into her blonde opponent without the barest hint of mercy. Coles valiantly struggles to fight back, but she is kept on the defensive throughout. After several minutes, something akin to mercy is granted as Goldman at ringside calls out to her partner, “Hey, Mizz Crabtree is looking pretty lonely over there. Why not invite her to the prom?” Complying with the request, Muir intentionally throws Charlotte into her own corner, allowing her to tag with Agnes, bringing the former school teacher into the match.
Sauntering over to her own corner, Serena high fives with Ginger, and now it’s the redhead’s turn to enter the battle. The two fresh combatants draw close, Appleby displaying a greater degree of defensive caution as the space between the two narrows. Smirking, Goldman raises her arms to silently signal for a test of strength, and the brunette cautiously complies…or at least appears to.
But much like a pop quiz, Ms. Appleby unleashes a surprise on her rival. Dropping to the mat, Agnes sweeps the startled redhead’s feet out from under her, dropping her face-first to the canvas. Moving with lightning-fast speed, the brunette hooks Goldman’s ankles and bends her legs back at the knees; laying herself across her opponent’s back and holding Ginger’s feet with one hand, Appleby cups her other hand under the redhead’s chin, jerking her head back. Goldman squeals, her hands slapping frustratingly at the mat as her spine is painfully bent.
Not wanting to give the skilled grappler a chance to formulate an escape, Agnes suddenly shifts tactics, jumping to her feet and pulling her adversary up by the arm. However, before the brunette can execute whatever she has in mind, Goldman jabs a thumb in her eye, drawing for a shriek and putting an abrupt halt to Appleby’s offensive.
Mirroring the earlier strategy of her partner, Ginger unleashes a blizzard of punches, slaps, kicks stomps and slams to her hapless opposite number, rapidly reducing Appleby to a battered ragdoll.
The match really kicks into chaos when the ring finds all four women battling within its confines. For a fleeting time, Charlotte and Agnes are even in control of the melee…it can scarcely be called a match any longer…but that doesn’t last long.
The end comes as GPS, from opposite corners, Irish whip their rivals towards one another. Appleby and Coles collide chest to chest with a sweaty THUD, both dazed beauties stumbling backward. Working with a precision that belies the fact that this is their first outing together, Muir and Goldman scoop up their opponents and SLAM them to the mat. Each then sits upon her victim’s chest, Agnes and Charlotte’s faces…each a mask of bewilderment and pain…nestled between their thighs. Schoolgirl pins in place, GPS raise their arms in victory as the referee slaps the canvas ONE…TWO…THREE!
Basking in the glow of triumph, the victors rise to their feet, and with a shared glance of mischief between them, they decide the perfect cherry on their sundae of win would be to give their beaten opponents something to remember them by. Or, more specifically, to deprive them of something that they won’t soon forget.
Working in tandem, Goldman and Muir first rip Appleby’s black and white one-piece from her body; they then turn their attention to Coles’s similar pink togs. Within the span of heartbeats, save for their boots, Agnes and Charlotte are left stripped and naked in the ring, much to the delight of the fans.
GPS start a mini-riot as they toss the tattered rags that were their adversary’s battle garb to the throng, causing dozens of males to make a mad scramble to retrieve the prizes. They then exit the ring and exultantly stride up the aisle, chests thrust forward with pride as they slap outstretched hands. GPS had found their direction, and it was going to be a very rough ride for the other teams in FAWN from now on.
*****
The image of Joanna Coleman returns to the screen as she says, "Wow, that was not only a truly exciting debut match for END GAMES, but also an incredibly impressive debut for GPS! I think the other established tag teams in FAWN need to take serious notice of Ginger and Serena, because underestimating them could prove very disastrous. Now, let's hear from one of the participants of our main event match tonight, Mariska Barinova...."
The scene cuts to the blonde Russian staring intently into the lens of the camera. In an accented voice that is as firm as steel and as icy as the Siberian winter, the battling ballerina says, "Ivy Armstrong. I have taken your measure once, and found you wanting. You do recall how I thrashed you in the ring? How I humbled you? How I proved my superiority? I had thought you wise enough, at the very least, to realize that you were no longer a match for me. And yet, you have challenged me once more."
"Very well. When we meet tonight, I shall not simply defeat you...I will crush you. I will shatter you. Your spirit shall he torn to tiny shards, and never again will the fans see you for anything else other than a pitiful creature. Your career is mine for the taking, and what I want, I take! Dosvedanya, b#tch."
The screen cuts back to a wide-eyed Coleman. "Whew!" she says. "There is some seriously bad blood between Barinova and Armstrong, no doubt about that. Fans, you will not only be treated to their match later on in the program, but you may also be witnessing the end of Ivy Armstrong's career...at least, if Mariska has anything to say about it. And given how thoroughly she beat the Bama Slamma the last time they met, what she says may just be the final word!"
"But before that cataclysmic confrontation, lets go down to the ring for our next exciting match!"
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