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BAILEY TRAVIS VS. ANGELICA KAISER
BAILEY TRAVIS
ANGELICA KAISER
…Perhaps finally, Angelica Kaiser had met her match, colliding with the turnbuckles across her back with enough force to shake her to her core. She slumped, for just a second, but it was long enough for Bailey Travis to arrive like a freight train and connect across the Austrians chin with a THUNDEROUS right elbow. The WHACK was picked up by almost all of the ringside cameras, and the titanic blondes head snapped sideways with an alarming amount of whiplash.
Bailey didn’t allow her to settle, the Amazonian American snagging her adversary by her wrists and yanking her out of the dubious safety of the corner. With Kaiser dull eyed and shellshocked, Travis scooped her opponent clean up off the deck, displaying impressive strength as, with one arm tucked securely between her opposite’s legs, she held her snugly aloft in a Crossbody Press.
Bracing her feet, Bailey then hurled herself backwards, releasing her cargo at the apex of her curve and, with a shout, bodily tossed her up and over into the air.
CROSS BODY TOSS: @4:55
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dPEWMiR6ERw
After achieving impressive air, Kaiser crashed back down against the canvas, grunting and rolling as she did so before coming to a stop in a pained and groggy heap.
Travis was back on her feet in a flash and, as spirited as they come, she thrust both of her fists up into the air and shouted, rallying her crew that cheered back throughout the sold-out arena.
“WHO WANTS TO SEE ME BUST THIS BRONCO!?!” she yelled out to the crowd, flashing a grin that was rowdy and her eyes alight with the promise of adventure. The FAWNatics cried back in the affirmative, swept up by her high spirits and the swagger that bled off her in waves, the Curvaceous Cowgirl all too easy to adore and a million bucks in the making.
She nodded enthusiastically before getting back to business, turning back and around and, with the bit between her teeth, proceeded to begin peeling her struggling adversary off the deck…
…only to find that perhaps she had given her a little bit too much time to recover, Angelica surging back to life and, with a burst of effort, popped the flat-footed Travis off her feet, carrying her in a charge across the ring. Crossing the distance quickly, she SLAMMED the small of the slightly smaller blondes back against the turnbuckles, forcing a GRUNT to emerge from her well-toned body.
Kaiser dropped the grimacing Bailey to her feet and, after taking a backwards step, forcibly folded her forwards before she could recover. Locking her up tightly in a front headlock, she then slung the other woman’s left arm over her shoulder before powering her up off the deck. With an incredible display of strength that she was becoming increasingly famous for, she held the entirety of the Amazonian American within her grip aloft, suspended perilously with the canvas and the soles of her boots jutted upwards towards the rafters.
As if to demonstrate a point, Angelica then proceeded to squat not once, not twice, but a full three times, long legs trembling only slightly as she deadlifted her boisterous opponent in a domineering display. Only then did she drop, falling backwards with her cargo in tow, SLAMMING Travis against the deck across her spine.
With a heady grunt the flattened Virginian popped up to sitting, cradling her back with a pained grimace.
Kaiser was on her in a second, the Titanic Blonde turning the tide of the brawl with ruthless efficiency, bullying Bailey back up to her boot leather before she could regain even an iota of breath. Pulling her in tight, the crimson and black clad grappler scooped her back off her feet once again, holding her close with one arm shoved up between her thighs before tipping her upside down. Barely before the FAWNatics could even begin to voice a fresh protest did she find the middle of the ring and DROPPED her adversary back down to the canvas, NAILING her crown first into the canvas on the back end of a Northern Lights Bomb!!
NORTHEN LIGHT BOMB: @0:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V9FuzK82X_Q
Following a sharp JOLT that ran the full length of her robust frame, Travis crumpled to the deck with an audible groan, her chest hiking as Angelica hooked one of her long legs and rolled her up for a pinfall.
The Official dropped to the mat to count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE…
…Kaiser yanked Baileys slumped shoulders off the canvas before the man in black and white could reach three, grinning like a vixen as she did so.
The FAWNatics booed the unsporting display, and Angelica lapped it up before turning her attention back to the crumbled Travis, the young woman beginning to blink back to awareness.
“What was it you said?” she questioned with ill intentioned amusement. “About the breaking of broncos?” she inquired further, returning to her feet and dragging her still dazed opponent back up with her. “Yes,” Kaiser nodded to herself. “I like the sound of that!”
Thrusting her arm back between Bailey’s long gams, Kaiser again scooped the promising young athlete back off her feet, rotating her upside down in short order. Exhaling a deep breath and flashing a grin that should be infectious, Angelica ensured that they were in the middle of the ring before NAILING the already defeated, Curvaceous Cowgirl with a SECOND Northern Lights Bomb!!
Again, Travis JOLTED with a hard spasm, only this time when she flopped out across the deck, she was barely moving afterwards.
Angelica rolled her flaccid framed opponent back up for a renewed pin, hooking both of her legs this time as she did so, jutting the other athlete’s spectacular booty towards the heavens in the process, and the Official dropped down again to count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
And the bell rang to confirm her victory.
She returned to her feet in short order, glowing with a sheen of perspiration and grinning with same sense of exaltation that accompanied each of her dominating displays before planting her boot on the other blonde’s chest. She kept it there, Bailey moaning softly as she did so, and popped out her impressive, double bicep flex as she ruminated to herself in pleasure.
Just like that, at Thrills, Chills and Spills, she would become the NEW EuroAsia Champion.
Just as she should have been from that very first tournament…
ALEXIS ATLANTIC VS. ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ
ALEXIS ATLANTIC
ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ
…With the dawning of a new week, it hadn’t taken long for Alexis and Alejandra to renew hostilities, not when their score card for the year had them tied at one each. Both had gone at it from the get go, Atlantic a tornado, Fernandez an avalanche but, after a solid fifteen minutes of grappling and more than a few blunt force assaults, it was the Prototype who gaining the ascendency.
Having wrapped up the blonde’s right arm with her left, Alejandra was busy piling on the pressure with her right fist, slamming home a veritable barrage of solid, piston powered punches directly into the Babe of Brawl’s exposed, toned tummy. Alexis grunted and groaned in response, the flag attired girl briefly popped up off her heels with each blow, thoroughly winded by the time Alejandra had reached ten.
With Alexis looking more than a little woozy, Fernandez adjusted her grip to fold her forwards, grim both in expression and in demeanour as she locked her original rival in a solid side headlock, grinding the young woman’s temple against her hip bone.
“You will not stand in my way,” Alejandra growled, the Muscle of Bad Reputation breathing more heavily than she wanted and fighting to keep it level. “You will not derail me, not you, not anyone. Not again!”
Atlantic did not have an answer…
…she did however have enough left in her to offer a firm rebuttal, albeit not of the vocal variety. Instead, she wrapped her left arm about her opponent’s waist and hooked a leg behind the knee. With as much of a shout than she could summon with one side of her lips pressed in tight against Fernandez’s thigh, she muscled the Mexican clean up off her feet before driving her backwards with an impressive Backdrop Slam!!
BACKDROP SLAM@:START
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SPzI5qS7SB0
Alejandra’s GRUNT was as sharp as it was loud as she hit he canvas with enough force to jolt the air from her lungs before she sprung away from the recoil, rolling over onto one side.
The Little Lioness was the first to find her knees, clutching her pummelled tummy with one arm as the crowd cheered. More than a little incredulous, and just a tiny bit miffed, she glared daggers at the Official.
“So what?” she shot in his direction. “Tonight, you have nothing to say about closed fists?”
“Alexis,” he began in his defence before she cut him off.
“Just keep it that way,” Atlantic shook her head before forcing herself to stand, Fernandez doing likewise opposite. “I’d hate for you to be a hypocr…”
Alexis stopped short, the Miniature Marines mouth hanging open as, in the shared distraction, neither the blonde nor the man in black and white were prepared for the solid forearm that Alejandra SLAMMED up between her opponents’ thighs.
Knock kneed and paralysed, Atlantic didn’t respond to her wrist being snatched, nor did she resist to being sharply yanked into an unwilling sprint by a forceful Irish Whip. She spun at the last moment, connecting with the turnbuckles across her shoulders, grunting with a grimace before GROOOOANING with a slack jawed expression as Alejandra collided with her a fraction of a second after.
The Avalanche Splash crushed her between the Muscle of Bad Reputation’s robust physique and the barely yielding pad, bury her in the corner with enough force to knock her senseless.
Fernandez didn’t let up, leaning forwards and grasping the two middle ropes before RAMMING her rigid shoulder DEEP into her rivals already pummelled tummy, driving a further heady GROAN from her petitely packaged body. Twice more she drove her joint home, the Babe of Brawl now moaning with each collision, wedged deeper and deeper between the top and centre turnbuckles each time.
SHOULDER ASSUALT: @3:55
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WanCw6KwGr4
Alejandra relented only once she was fully assured that the blonde was fully tenderised and, with a scowl, she stood back and tugged the Alexis with her towards centre ring, picking her spot before slipping her arms about her original rivals’ hips. This time there was no hesitation, not like their last meeting, Fernandez immediately snapping her trap shut and SQUEEEEEEZING the Little Lioness with a back cracking Bearhug!!
With her head snapping backwards on her slim shoulder, Alexis moaned with audible dejection, her whole body tensing as both of their petitely packaged, power packed young physiques were compressed together as tightly as they could be. She shook and shivered, Alejandra working her over with stiff pulses and targeted applications of prolonged force to specific spots across the length of her spine, the Mexican Mauler knowing better than anyone just how to swiftly dismantle her.
Pushing back against her shoulders, the blonde already knew there would be no give in the brunette’s grip, the Miniature Marine fighting a lost battle as she was well aware that, once her rivals embrace had been snapped shut, she had not once escaped. Tonight, would be no different, not after Alejandra shook her sharply to the right, then the left, and then the right again, Atlantic grunting each time before her palms slipped down to sway idly by her own thighs, the fight leaving her rapidly as, with a squeeze, a twist, a roll and then yet another squeeeeeeze, the blondes’ stamina was all too swiftly sapped from her.
Swallowing her pride, which was not easy to do, Alexis summoned the last of her reserves and began to gently tap her fingers against her foes thigh to silently signal her surrender.
So small were the movements, the Official didn’t see it and Alejandra… utterly ignored it, instead, opting to pile on the pressure with even greater force, adjusting her grip to deliver a protracted and pulse that bled that last of the breath from the trapped blonde’s flaccid frame.
All at once, the Babe of Brawl slumped, swaying in her rivals’ arms as she was overcome by the Prototype for all the world to see.
With the scales between the two this year tipped back in her favour, Alejandra didn’t let go of Alexis even after the Official had declared her the victor, continuing to squeeze and constrict long after it was necessary, determined to indulge in this moment for as long as she was able…
AILEE GARRETT VS. ARIANNA SOLOMON
AILEE GARRETT
ARIANNA SOLOMON
…Petulance personified, Arianna Solomon muttered and complained as she was being forced to work so hard for her victory. With the defiant Ailee Garrett splayed out on the canvas behind her, and yet unwilling to go down for a three count, the self-entitled, self-proclaimed heiress to the industry fell back on taking shortcuts, taking out her frustrations on the top turnbuckle in one corner by tugging and tearing off the padding. With more effort that probably should have been necessary, she revealed the bare metal beneath and waving off the protests of the Official with an agitated swish of one hand.
“Bounce back from this,” Solomon smirked to herself, mockingly waving the removed padding at the FAWNatics before she turned about on the spot…
…and was NAILED by a gorgeous Drop Kick, Ailee connecting square and true, much to the delight of those in attendance.
Gutted of air, a shellshocked Arianna was all but launched backwards, equal parts stumbling and falling before, at full velocity, her shoulders were practically impaled by the bare steel that she herself had revealed! Her eyes snapped open wide as her lower lip quivered, white hot daggers of pain shooting right along her spine as she sprung straight back forwards out of her own trap.
She was only able to manage a few paces before, with the crowd cheering, she walked straight for a Big Boot aimed directly for her tummy and, with a great gasp of air, she folded forwards.
Ailee collected her, stuffing her head between her thighs before underhooking both of the opposite blondes’ arms. Bracing herself, and with the FAWNatics behind her, the Brit powered Solomon’s shaky feet fight up off the canvas until her opponent was suspended upside down to the canvas.
Garret DROPPED to her knees a second later, SPIKING the crown of Arianna’s noggin to the deck on the wrong end of a Double Underhook Piledriver!!
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK PILEDRIVER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UI5w67SjIJA
Solomon turned rigid for just one second before flopping out on her side in a senseless heap, the packed arena in full voice now as Ailee zeroed in on her first victory of the new year. Rolling Arianna over, she threw herself atop her and hooked one long leg, waiting for the Official to count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE…
…only for Garrett to release a shocked yelp, the crowd immediately crying fowl as the blonde Brit found herself YANKED clean across the canvas and away from the pinfall by her ankle. Spinning over onto her back and springing up to her feet, she immediately spotted the offender standing at ringside, the second of the Solomon Sisters, Ellen, scowling darkly.
ELLEN SOLOMON
“What the hell?” Ailee demanded, understandably put out and yet undaunted by this new and unexpected arrival, Ellen having emerged from the crowd at the worst possible moment. “How long has it been? This how you want to come back?” Garrett continued, weary from the battle she had already endured, but more than ready to begin another if need be. “You want to step up, Ellen? Then do so from in here!!”
Slowly, without speaking a word, the eldest of the Solomon Sisters, dark eyed and grim climbed slowly up onto the apron, the two athlete’s glowering at one another with nothing but ring ropes between them. Nothing happened for long moments, neither flinching in the face of such an open challenge, and the tension rose quickly until…
…wide eyed in surprise, Ailee was ambushed once again, she time by Arianna who had regained her feet in the interim. Spun around sharply on the spot, it was Garrett’s turn to eat a stiff boot to her trim tummy, folding her forwards and leaving her breathless.
Without hesitation, and with a sh*t eating grin, the youngest of the Solomon sisters took her turn to shove her opposite blonde’s noggin between her thighs, underhooking both of her arms in turn. She DROPPED to her knees and PLANTED the Brit face first into the canvas!!
The Last Word of Solomon
www.youtube.com/watch?v=34UOY9Tjejo
Both of Ailee’s long legs kicked out with a sharp spasm before she flopped limp, screwed over by the Solomon’s for the second time in barely four days. Rolled over quickly onto her back, she showed few signs of life, only groaning as Arianna enthusiastically straddled her hips and pressed her shoulders to the canvas.
Dutifully, the Official dropped down to the mat and counted….
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…calling for the bell and declaring Arianna the winner by pinfall.
Filled to overflowing with unearned bravado, Arianna sprung back up to her feet and paraded her way about the ring, her arms open wide as she mocked the incensed crowd.
Ellen, meanwhile, remained silent, dropping down from her place on the apron and eyes remaining for long moments on the softly breathing Garrett. She said not a word as she looked away, as grim as she had ever been and, perhaps, a whole different animal to the one who had last left…
ALISON ATLANTIC VS. AMANDA DARK
ALISON ATLANTIC
AMANDA DARK
…Tonight, the Patriot Princess had a point to prove and Amanda Dark, already predisposed to being in a fowl mood, was less than sanguine about being the target for it. It was a sour state of mind that was only worsened as the Veteran of over two decades of grappling was clocked clean beneath her chin by a gorgeous, patented All-American Uppercut, one that connected cleanly and set her head snapping backwards.
Dark reeled away, head spinning from both the blunt force trauma to her skull and the ever-present hangover that she chose to nurse with only more drinking. She staggered blindly, the cheering of the FAWNatics all around her not helping in the slightest, until she slumped against the ring ropes.
She hung there for a second before, with a low growl, she cursed this whole rat race that had once been so profitable and dropped to the deck. With a swift tuck and roll, she exited the squared circle, deciding that enough was enough and she was going getting the f*ck out of here, the integrity of the sport be damned.
She made it roughly ten yards before her senses began to fully clear and, with disdain writ across her features, she turned back to the squared circle…
…just in time to witness the Lean Marine sailing over the top rope, athletic physique all aglow from hard won perspiration, sleekly spiral one eighty before connecting with a crowd-pleasing splash from the heavens.
Both women connected with the barely padded concrete soon after, but clearly Atlantic was in the best state, popping back up to her feet and the people loving her. Astute and insightful, the Babe of Battle was as sharp as ever as she peeled Amanda back off the deck, soon leading her towards the squared circle.
“Not tonight, Dark,” Alison chided, practically bum rushing the brunette the final few yards to toss her adversary back into the ring beneath the bottom rope. “Ordinarily, I might be willing to let you tuck tail and run but, after last week, I’m not feeling as charitable.”
Amanda’s only answer was a low-level growl as she was bodily returned to the ring, rolling several times before she was able to stop herself. She found her feet again in her own time, creaking her neck and, inwardly fuming, vowed that she would snap the Patriot Princess in half. Bracing herself she…
…looked up in time to realise once again that her adversary was still a step ahead.
Atlantic had quickly hopped back up onto to the apron and, timing it to perfection, she then vaulted up to standing on the tope rope. The rubber coated steel grew swiftly taunt beneath her weight before snapping back into shape, helping to propel her high into the air as she leapt. Directing her flight, she nailed the flat-footed Dark with a stunning Dropkick, knocking the Storm Reaper flat to the mat in short order.
SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK:@3:55
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dPEWMiR6ERw
Amanda hit the deck hard, coughing and cursing, rolling first over onto to her side and then front, gritting her teeth before, silently seething, The Only Real Deal who had, by her own reckoning, carried entire Rosters on her back, planted her knuckles against the canvas and began rising. She did so faster than her bruised body approved of and…
…ate a SPEAR!! for her trouble, severely gutted as all of the air remaining air in her body was expelled with a great and heavy GRUNT!! She went down in a tumble of twitching limbs, and she was barely still aware of her surroundings as Atlantic, the Babe of Battle, swiftly rolled her up for a pinfall.
The Official dropped to the mat to count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…and the bell rang to confirm the flag attired beauties victory.
Alison let Amanda go, the contest over and, with a deep and relieved sigh, put her trials with Angelica Kaiser behind her. At least for the time being.
Quickly standing with the crowd cheering, the Patriot Princess sleekly slipped one foot just in front of the other, placed her left palm of her sleek hip and, as she shouted…
“STAND UP!!”
…out across the packed arena, the Lean Marine snapped the sharpest salute ever to be seen in a FAWN ring, the crowd shouting back…
“RECOGNISE!!”
…serenading Alison Atlantic as she returned to standing victorious in the ring.
ANNABELLE DARK VS. AMAYA MURAKAMI
ANNABELLE DARK
AMAYA MURAKAMI
… “Now, you will be silent,” Amaya hissed through gritted teeth, her patience, limited to begin with, having entirely run out. She held Annabelle in place by way of the STIFFEST Full Nelson to be seen in some time, sharply twisting the Midnight Maiden to the left before doing so again to the right, punishing the sleeker young athletes’ upper body and twisting her spine.
Annabelle groaned with a grimace, struggling to inhale a full breath, but that was far from what it takes to stop her from speaking.
“Not…not…” she sputtered, deciding that this was a hill that she was willing to die on. “Not on your life, someone has to make… make up for your vacuum of charisma…”
With a curling of her lip, Murakami prepared to pile on more pressure, before Dark braced her own posture and then, with her features turning a concerning shade of cherry, she STAMPED down on her captor’s foot. Amaya snorted in pain, but didn’t let go, forcing to Annabelle to STAMP down a second time and, when that didn’t affect her release, she did so a third, only now scraaaaaaaping the side of her boot down her opponent’s bare shin!!
Amaya released, shoving Annabelle forwards as she hopped back, cursing near silently in Japanese as the youngest of the Dark’s gasped for fresh air.
Already on her way forwards, the Lightning Reaper steeled her resolve now that she had secured her freedom, exchanging her unsteady footing for that of a sprint and dashed towards the ring ropes. She spun at the last second and connected across her shoulders, the rubber coated steel pulling taunt with enough force to shoot her back across the ring at greater speeds…
…only to find Murakami already recovered, the Asian rapidly rotating on the spot before WHACKING the Promise of New Storms clean across her shoulders with a ruthless Discuss Clothesline!!
Annabelle went down hard, ripped right off her feet and connecting with the plywood across her spine, athletic legs kicking up into the air before she slumped in a stunned puddle.
Amaya didn’t leave her there, not even for a second, peeling her opponent back off the deck before she could think to recover. She bullied her up to standing before folding forwards, wrapping her arms about her hips and then, after bracing her posture, muscled Dark’s slender frame off the canvas before rotating her up and over, Annabelle briefly coming to a rest with her back curled sharply over Murakami’s right shoulder. Even then, she didn’t retain the Canadian Backbreaker for long, just enough time for the Midnight Maiden to wriggle in discomfort, before she shrugged her loose, spun her rapidly over and PLANTED her front first across the canvas!!
DISCUSS CLOTHESLING/CANADIAN BACKBREAKER FACEBUSTER: @2:27
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SPzI5qS7SB0
With the plywood rattling beneath her enforced landing, Dark grunted as a jolt ran the length of her stems, and she would have had quite happily lay there in a stupor for at least a few seconds longer had Amaya not decided to mount the small of her exposed back instead.
Economical in motion, Murakami collected both her opponents’ arms and hooked them over and over her knees before firmly clasping her palms beneath the Bits chin. She then proceeded to rear back, savagely curling Annabelle’s spine as she did, twisting it completely the wrong way until the young woman cried out, her eyes shut tight in misery as her whole body quivered.
CAMEL CLUTCH: @2:36
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8b9VzfKVPE
Dark bucked and jerked with the tiniest of movements, suffering through the wicked contortion with short, sharp groans before, with her vision turning blurry, she swore that she could feel something about to pop…
“Tap! Or! Snap!” Murakami hissed with an air of vindictiveness. She would get her submission, she deserved her submission, she would not be denied yet again!!
“Tap! Or! Snap!”
Finally, the youngest of the Dark’s could take no more and she began slapping her palm against her opponent’s knee, the Official spotting her signal of surrender and calling for the bell.
Even with her victory assured, Amaya didn’t immediately let Annabelle go, instead WRENCHING back on her hold one final time to earn one last YELP from her capitulated foe. Still seething with a cold fury, Murakami shoved the Lightning Reapers head forwards and planted her face first against the deck, rising to her feet to stand astride the Brits twitching hips, victorious for the first time this year in the middle of the ring.
It would not be the last…
BAILEY TRAVIS
ANGELICA KAISER
…Perhaps finally, Angelica Kaiser had met her match, colliding with the turnbuckles across her back with enough force to shake her to her core. She slumped, for just a second, but it was long enough for Bailey Travis to arrive like a freight train and connect across the Austrians chin with a THUNDEROUS right elbow. The WHACK was picked up by almost all of the ringside cameras, and the titanic blondes head snapped sideways with an alarming amount of whiplash.
Bailey didn’t allow her to settle, the Amazonian American snagging her adversary by her wrists and yanking her out of the dubious safety of the corner. With Kaiser dull eyed and shellshocked, Travis scooped her opponent clean up off the deck, displaying impressive strength as, with one arm tucked securely between her opposite’s legs, she held her snugly aloft in a Crossbody Press.
Bracing her feet, Bailey then hurled herself backwards, releasing her cargo at the apex of her curve and, with a shout, bodily tossed her up and over into the air.
CROSS BODY TOSS: @4:55
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dPEWMiR6ERw
After achieving impressive air, Kaiser crashed back down against the canvas, grunting and rolling as she did so before coming to a stop in a pained and groggy heap.
Travis was back on her feet in a flash and, as spirited as they come, she thrust both of her fists up into the air and shouted, rallying her crew that cheered back throughout the sold-out arena.
“WHO WANTS TO SEE ME BUST THIS BRONCO!?!” she yelled out to the crowd, flashing a grin that was rowdy and her eyes alight with the promise of adventure. The FAWNatics cried back in the affirmative, swept up by her high spirits and the swagger that bled off her in waves, the Curvaceous Cowgirl all too easy to adore and a million bucks in the making.
She nodded enthusiastically before getting back to business, turning back and around and, with the bit between her teeth, proceeded to begin peeling her struggling adversary off the deck…
…only to find that perhaps she had given her a little bit too much time to recover, Angelica surging back to life and, with a burst of effort, popped the flat-footed Travis off her feet, carrying her in a charge across the ring. Crossing the distance quickly, she SLAMMED the small of the slightly smaller blondes back against the turnbuckles, forcing a GRUNT to emerge from her well-toned body.
Kaiser dropped the grimacing Bailey to her feet and, after taking a backwards step, forcibly folded her forwards before she could recover. Locking her up tightly in a front headlock, she then slung the other woman’s left arm over her shoulder before powering her up off the deck. With an incredible display of strength that she was becoming increasingly famous for, she held the entirety of the Amazonian American within her grip aloft, suspended perilously with the canvas and the soles of her boots jutted upwards towards the rafters.
As if to demonstrate a point, Angelica then proceeded to squat not once, not twice, but a full three times, long legs trembling only slightly as she deadlifted her boisterous opponent in a domineering display. Only then did she drop, falling backwards with her cargo in tow, SLAMMING Travis against the deck across her spine.
With a heady grunt the flattened Virginian popped up to sitting, cradling her back with a pained grimace.
Kaiser was on her in a second, the Titanic Blonde turning the tide of the brawl with ruthless efficiency, bullying Bailey back up to her boot leather before she could regain even an iota of breath. Pulling her in tight, the crimson and black clad grappler scooped her back off her feet once again, holding her close with one arm shoved up between her thighs before tipping her upside down. Barely before the FAWNatics could even begin to voice a fresh protest did she find the middle of the ring and DROPPED her adversary back down to the canvas, NAILING her crown first into the canvas on the back end of a Northern Lights Bomb!!
NORTHEN LIGHT BOMB: @0:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V9FuzK82X_Q
Following a sharp JOLT that ran the full length of her robust frame, Travis crumpled to the deck with an audible groan, her chest hiking as Angelica hooked one of her long legs and rolled her up for a pinfall.
The Official dropped to the mat to count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE…
…Kaiser yanked Baileys slumped shoulders off the canvas before the man in black and white could reach three, grinning like a vixen as she did so.
The FAWNatics booed the unsporting display, and Angelica lapped it up before turning her attention back to the crumbled Travis, the young woman beginning to blink back to awareness.
“What was it you said?” she questioned with ill intentioned amusement. “About the breaking of broncos?” she inquired further, returning to her feet and dragging her still dazed opponent back up with her. “Yes,” Kaiser nodded to herself. “I like the sound of that!”
Thrusting her arm back between Bailey’s long gams, Kaiser again scooped the promising young athlete back off her feet, rotating her upside down in short order. Exhaling a deep breath and flashing a grin that should be infectious, Angelica ensured that they were in the middle of the ring before NAILING the already defeated, Curvaceous Cowgirl with a SECOND Northern Lights Bomb!!
Again, Travis JOLTED with a hard spasm, only this time when she flopped out across the deck, she was barely moving afterwards.
Angelica rolled her flaccid framed opponent back up for a renewed pin, hooking both of her legs this time as she did so, jutting the other athlete’s spectacular booty towards the heavens in the process, and the Official dropped down again to count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
And the bell rang to confirm her victory.
She returned to her feet in short order, glowing with a sheen of perspiration and grinning with same sense of exaltation that accompanied each of her dominating displays before planting her boot on the other blonde’s chest. She kept it there, Bailey moaning softly as she did so, and popped out her impressive, double bicep flex as she ruminated to herself in pleasure.
Just like that, at Thrills, Chills and Spills, she would become the NEW EuroAsia Champion.
Just as she should have been from that very first tournament…
ALEXIS ATLANTIC VS. ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ
ALEXIS ATLANTIC
ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ
…With the dawning of a new week, it hadn’t taken long for Alexis and Alejandra to renew hostilities, not when their score card for the year had them tied at one each. Both had gone at it from the get go, Atlantic a tornado, Fernandez an avalanche but, after a solid fifteen minutes of grappling and more than a few blunt force assaults, it was the Prototype who gaining the ascendency.
Having wrapped up the blonde’s right arm with her left, Alejandra was busy piling on the pressure with her right fist, slamming home a veritable barrage of solid, piston powered punches directly into the Babe of Brawl’s exposed, toned tummy. Alexis grunted and groaned in response, the flag attired girl briefly popped up off her heels with each blow, thoroughly winded by the time Alejandra had reached ten.
With Alexis looking more than a little woozy, Fernandez adjusted her grip to fold her forwards, grim both in expression and in demeanour as she locked her original rival in a solid side headlock, grinding the young woman’s temple against her hip bone.
“You will not stand in my way,” Alejandra growled, the Muscle of Bad Reputation breathing more heavily than she wanted and fighting to keep it level. “You will not derail me, not you, not anyone. Not again!”
Atlantic did not have an answer…
…she did however have enough left in her to offer a firm rebuttal, albeit not of the vocal variety. Instead, she wrapped her left arm about her opponent’s waist and hooked a leg behind the knee. With as much of a shout than she could summon with one side of her lips pressed in tight against Fernandez’s thigh, she muscled the Mexican clean up off her feet before driving her backwards with an impressive Backdrop Slam!!
BACKDROP SLAM@:START
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SPzI5qS7SB0
Alejandra’s GRUNT was as sharp as it was loud as she hit he canvas with enough force to jolt the air from her lungs before she sprung away from the recoil, rolling over onto one side.
The Little Lioness was the first to find her knees, clutching her pummelled tummy with one arm as the crowd cheered. More than a little incredulous, and just a tiny bit miffed, she glared daggers at the Official.
“So what?” she shot in his direction. “Tonight, you have nothing to say about closed fists?”
“Alexis,” he began in his defence before she cut him off.
“Just keep it that way,” Atlantic shook her head before forcing herself to stand, Fernandez doing likewise opposite. “I’d hate for you to be a hypocr…”
Alexis stopped short, the Miniature Marines mouth hanging open as, in the shared distraction, neither the blonde nor the man in black and white were prepared for the solid forearm that Alejandra SLAMMED up between her opponents’ thighs.
Knock kneed and paralysed, Atlantic didn’t respond to her wrist being snatched, nor did she resist to being sharply yanked into an unwilling sprint by a forceful Irish Whip. She spun at the last moment, connecting with the turnbuckles across her shoulders, grunting with a grimace before GROOOOANING with a slack jawed expression as Alejandra collided with her a fraction of a second after.
The Avalanche Splash crushed her between the Muscle of Bad Reputation’s robust physique and the barely yielding pad, bury her in the corner with enough force to knock her senseless.
Fernandez didn’t let up, leaning forwards and grasping the two middle ropes before RAMMING her rigid shoulder DEEP into her rivals already pummelled tummy, driving a further heady GROAN from her petitely packaged body. Twice more she drove her joint home, the Babe of Brawl now moaning with each collision, wedged deeper and deeper between the top and centre turnbuckles each time.
SHOULDER ASSUALT: @3:55
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WanCw6KwGr4
Alejandra relented only once she was fully assured that the blonde was fully tenderised and, with a scowl, she stood back and tugged the Alexis with her towards centre ring, picking her spot before slipping her arms about her original rivals’ hips. This time there was no hesitation, not like their last meeting, Fernandez immediately snapping her trap shut and SQUEEEEEEZING the Little Lioness with a back cracking Bearhug!!
With her head snapping backwards on her slim shoulder, Alexis moaned with audible dejection, her whole body tensing as both of their petitely packaged, power packed young physiques were compressed together as tightly as they could be. She shook and shivered, Alejandra working her over with stiff pulses and targeted applications of prolonged force to specific spots across the length of her spine, the Mexican Mauler knowing better than anyone just how to swiftly dismantle her.
Pushing back against her shoulders, the blonde already knew there would be no give in the brunette’s grip, the Miniature Marine fighting a lost battle as she was well aware that, once her rivals embrace had been snapped shut, she had not once escaped. Tonight, would be no different, not after Alejandra shook her sharply to the right, then the left, and then the right again, Atlantic grunting each time before her palms slipped down to sway idly by her own thighs, the fight leaving her rapidly as, with a squeeze, a twist, a roll and then yet another squeeeeeeze, the blondes’ stamina was all too swiftly sapped from her.
Swallowing her pride, which was not easy to do, Alexis summoned the last of her reserves and began to gently tap her fingers against her foes thigh to silently signal her surrender.
So small were the movements, the Official didn’t see it and Alejandra… utterly ignored it, instead, opting to pile on the pressure with even greater force, adjusting her grip to deliver a protracted and pulse that bled that last of the breath from the trapped blonde’s flaccid frame.
All at once, the Babe of Brawl slumped, swaying in her rivals’ arms as she was overcome by the Prototype for all the world to see.
With the scales between the two this year tipped back in her favour, Alejandra didn’t let go of Alexis even after the Official had declared her the victor, continuing to squeeze and constrict long after it was necessary, determined to indulge in this moment for as long as she was able…
AILEE GARRETT VS. ARIANNA SOLOMON
AILEE GARRETT
ARIANNA SOLOMON
…Petulance personified, Arianna Solomon muttered and complained as she was being forced to work so hard for her victory. With the defiant Ailee Garrett splayed out on the canvas behind her, and yet unwilling to go down for a three count, the self-entitled, self-proclaimed heiress to the industry fell back on taking shortcuts, taking out her frustrations on the top turnbuckle in one corner by tugging and tearing off the padding. With more effort that probably should have been necessary, she revealed the bare metal beneath and waving off the protests of the Official with an agitated swish of one hand.
“Bounce back from this,” Solomon smirked to herself, mockingly waving the removed padding at the FAWNatics before she turned about on the spot…
…and was NAILED by a gorgeous Drop Kick, Ailee connecting square and true, much to the delight of those in attendance.
Gutted of air, a shellshocked Arianna was all but launched backwards, equal parts stumbling and falling before, at full velocity, her shoulders were practically impaled by the bare steel that she herself had revealed! Her eyes snapped open wide as her lower lip quivered, white hot daggers of pain shooting right along her spine as she sprung straight back forwards out of her own trap.
She was only able to manage a few paces before, with the crowd cheering, she walked straight for a Big Boot aimed directly for her tummy and, with a great gasp of air, she folded forwards.
Ailee collected her, stuffing her head between her thighs before underhooking both of the opposite blondes’ arms. Bracing herself, and with the FAWNatics behind her, the Brit powered Solomon’s shaky feet fight up off the canvas until her opponent was suspended upside down to the canvas.
Garret DROPPED to her knees a second later, SPIKING the crown of Arianna’s noggin to the deck on the wrong end of a Double Underhook Piledriver!!
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK PILEDRIVER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UI5w67SjIJA
Solomon turned rigid for just one second before flopping out on her side in a senseless heap, the packed arena in full voice now as Ailee zeroed in on her first victory of the new year. Rolling Arianna over, she threw herself atop her and hooked one long leg, waiting for the Official to count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE…
…only for Garrett to release a shocked yelp, the crowd immediately crying fowl as the blonde Brit found herself YANKED clean across the canvas and away from the pinfall by her ankle. Spinning over onto her back and springing up to her feet, she immediately spotted the offender standing at ringside, the second of the Solomon Sisters, Ellen, scowling darkly.
ELLEN SOLOMON
“What the hell?” Ailee demanded, understandably put out and yet undaunted by this new and unexpected arrival, Ellen having emerged from the crowd at the worst possible moment. “How long has it been? This how you want to come back?” Garrett continued, weary from the battle she had already endured, but more than ready to begin another if need be. “You want to step up, Ellen? Then do so from in here!!”
Slowly, without speaking a word, the eldest of the Solomon Sisters, dark eyed and grim climbed slowly up onto the apron, the two athlete’s glowering at one another with nothing but ring ropes between them. Nothing happened for long moments, neither flinching in the face of such an open challenge, and the tension rose quickly until…
…wide eyed in surprise, Ailee was ambushed once again, she time by Arianna who had regained her feet in the interim. Spun around sharply on the spot, it was Garrett’s turn to eat a stiff boot to her trim tummy, folding her forwards and leaving her breathless.
Without hesitation, and with a sh*t eating grin, the youngest of the Solomon sisters took her turn to shove her opposite blonde’s noggin between her thighs, underhooking both of her arms in turn. She DROPPED to her knees and PLANTED the Brit face first into the canvas!!
The Last Word of Solomon
www.youtube.com/watch?v=34UOY9Tjejo
Both of Ailee’s long legs kicked out with a sharp spasm before she flopped limp, screwed over by the Solomon’s for the second time in barely four days. Rolled over quickly onto her back, she showed few signs of life, only groaning as Arianna enthusiastically straddled her hips and pressed her shoulders to the canvas.
Dutifully, the Official dropped down to the mat and counted….
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…calling for the bell and declaring Arianna the winner by pinfall.
Filled to overflowing with unearned bravado, Arianna sprung back up to her feet and paraded her way about the ring, her arms open wide as she mocked the incensed crowd.
Ellen, meanwhile, remained silent, dropping down from her place on the apron and eyes remaining for long moments on the softly breathing Garrett. She said not a word as she looked away, as grim as she had ever been and, perhaps, a whole different animal to the one who had last left…
ALISON ATLANTIC VS. AMANDA DARK
ALISON ATLANTIC
AMANDA DARK
…Tonight, the Patriot Princess had a point to prove and Amanda Dark, already predisposed to being in a fowl mood, was less than sanguine about being the target for it. It was a sour state of mind that was only worsened as the Veteran of over two decades of grappling was clocked clean beneath her chin by a gorgeous, patented All-American Uppercut, one that connected cleanly and set her head snapping backwards.
Dark reeled away, head spinning from both the blunt force trauma to her skull and the ever-present hangover that she chose to nurse with only more drinking. She staggered blindly, the cheering of the FAWNatics all around her not helping in the slightest, until she slumped against the ring ropes.
She hung there for a second before, with a low growl, she cursed this whole rat race that had once been so profitable and dropped to the deck. With a swift tuck and roll, she exited the squared circle, deciding that enough was enough and she was going getting the f*ck out of here, the integrity of the sport be damned.
She made it roughly ten yards before her senses began to fully clear and, with disdain writ across her features, she turned back to the squared circle…
…just in time to witness the Lean Marine sailing over the top rope, athletic physique all aglow from hard won perspiration, sleekly spiral one eighty before connecting with a crowd-pleasing splash from the heavens.
Both women connected with the barely padded concrete soon after, but clearly Atlantic was in the best state, popping back up to her feet and the people loving her. Astute and insightful, the Babe of Battle was as sharp as ever as she peeled Amanda back off the deck, soon leading her towards the squared circle.
“Not tonight, Dark,” Alison chided, practically bum rushing the brunette the final few yards to toss her adversary back into the ring beneath the bottom rope. “Ordinarily, I might be willing to let you tuck tail and run but, after last week, I’m not feeling as charitable.”
Amanda’s only answer was a low-level growl as she was bodily returned to the ring, rolling several times before she was able to stop herself. She found her feet again in her own time, creaking her neck and, inwardly fuming, vowed that she would snap the Patriot Princess in half. Bracing herself she…
…looked up in time to realise once again that her adversary was still a step ahead.
Atlantic had quickly hopped back up onto to the apron and, timing it to perfection, she then vaulted up to standing on the tope rope. The rubber coated steel grew swiftly taunt beneath her weight before snapping back into shape, helping to propel her high into the air as she leapt. Directing her flight, she nailed the flat-footed Dark with a stunning Dropkick, knocking the Storm Reaper flat to the mat in short order.
SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK:@3:55
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dPEWMiR6ERw
Amanda hit the deck hard, coughing and cursing, rolling first over onto to her side and then front, gritting her teeth before, silently seething, The Only Real Deal who had, by her own reckoning, carried entire Rosters on her back, planted her knuckles against the canvas and began rising. She did so faster than her bruised body approved of and…
…ate a SPEAR!! for her trouble, severely gutted as all of the air remaining air in her body was expelled with a great and heavy GRUNT!! She went down in a tumble of twitching limbs, and she was barely still aware of her surroundings as Atlantic, the Babe of Battle, swiftly rolled her up for a pinfall.
The Official dropped to the mat to count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…and the bell rang to confirm the flag attired beauties victory.
Alison let Amanda go, the contest over and, with a deep and relieved sigh, put her trials with Angelica Kaiser behind her. At least for the time being.
Quickly standing with the crowd cheering, the Patriot Princess sleekly slipped one foot just in front of the other, placed her left palm of her sleek hip and, as she shouted…
“STAND UP!!”
…out across the packed arena, the Lean Marine snapped the sharpest salute ever to be seen in a FAWN ring, the crowd shouting back…
“RECOGNISE!!”
…serenading Alison Atlantic as she returned to standing victorious in the ring.
ANNABELLE DARK VS. AMAYA MURAKAMI
ANNABELLE DARK
AMAYA MURAKAMI
… “Now, you will be silent,” Amaya hissed through gritted teeth, her patience, limited to begin with, having entirely run out. She held Annabelle in place by way of the STIFFEST Full Nelson to be seen in some time, sharply twisting the Midnight Maiden to the left before doing so again to the right, punishing the sleeker young athletes’ upper body and twisting her spine.
Annabelle groaned with a grimace, struggling to inhale a full breath, but that was far from what it takes to stop her from speaking.
“Not…not…” she sputtered, deciding that this was a hill that she was willing to die on. “Not on your life, someone has to make… make up for your vacuum of charisma…”
With a curling of her lip, Murakami prepared to pile on more pressure, before Dark braced her own posture and then, with her features turning a concerning shade of cherry, she STAMPED down on her captor’s foot. Amaya snorted in pain, but didn’t let go, forcing to Annabelle to STAMP down a second time and, when that didn’t affect her release, she did so a third, only now scraaaaaaaping the side of her boot down her opponent’s bare shin!!
Amaya released, shoving Annabelle forwards as she hopped back, cursing near silently in Japanese as the youngest of the Dark’s gasped for fresh air.
Already on her way forwards, the Lightning Reaper steeled her resolve now that she had secured her freedom, exchanging her unsteady footing for that of a sprint and dashed towards the ring ropes. She spun at the last second and connected across her shoulders, the rubber coated steel pulling taunt with enough force to shoot her back across the ring at greater speeds…
…only to find Murakami already recovered, the Asian rapidly rotating on the spot before WHACKING the Promise of New Storms clean across her shoulders with a ruthless Discuss Clothesline!!
Annabelle went down hard, ripped right off her feet and connecting with the plywood across her spine, athletic legs kicking up into the air before she slumped in a stunned puddle.
Amaya didn’t leave her there, not even for a second, peeling her opponent back off the deck before she could think to recover. She bullied her up to standing before folding forwards, wrapping her arms about her hips and then, after bracing her posture, muscled Dark’s slender frame off the canvas before rotating her up and over, Annabelle briefly coming to a rest with her back curled sharply over Murakami’s right shoulder. Even then, she didn’t retain the Canadian Backbreaker for long, just enough time for the Midnight Maiden to wriggle in discomfort, before she shrugged her loose, spun her rapidly over and PLANTED her front first across the canvas!!
DISCUSS CLOTHESLING/CANADIAN BACKBREAKER FACEBUSTER: @2:27
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SPzI5qS7SB0
With the plywood rattling beneath her enforced landing, Dark grunted as a jolt ran the length of her stems, and she would have had quite happily lay there in a stupor for at least a few seconds longer had Amaya not decided to mount the small of her exposed back instead.
Economical in motion, Murakami collected both her opponents’ arms and hooked them over and over her knees before firmly clasping her palms beneath the Bits chin. She then proceeded to rear back, savagely curling Annabelle’s spine as she did, twisting it completely the wrong way until the young woman cried out, her eyes shut tight in misery as her whole body quivered.
CAMEL CLUTCH: @2:36
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8b9VzfKVPE
Dark bucked and jerked with the tiniest of movements, suffering through the wicked contortion with short, sharp groans before, with her vision turning blurry, she swore that she could feel something about to pop…
“Tap! Or! Snap!” Murakami hissed with an air of vindictiveness. She would get her submission, she deserved her submission, she would not be denied yet again!!
“Tap! Or! Snap!”
Finally, the youngest of the Dark’s could take no more and she began slapping her palm against her opponent’s knee, the Official spotting her signal of surrender and calling for the bell.
Even with her victory assured, Amaya didn’t immediately let Annabelle go, instead WRENCHING back on her hold one final time to earn one last YELP from her capitulated foe. Still seething with a cold fury, Murakami shoved the Lightning Reapers head forwards and planted her face first against the deck, rising to her feet to stand astride the Brits twitching hips, victorious for the first time this year in the middle of the ring.
It would not be the last…