Post by EmmaWoods007 on Jan 10, 2024 18:19:01 GMT
SUMMER HOPKINS VS. BELINDA BROOKS
SUMMER HOPKINS
BELINDA BROOKS
…Finally, Belinda had managed to leverage a degree of control over the EuroAsia Champion, and it was with a great deal of force that one statuesque blonde launched the other across the floor outside the ring at a sprint, Summer WHACKING against the steel ring post shoulder first. She yelped, the crowd sweetheart unable to help it, the young woman flopping down to sitting with a shudder, clutching her now alarmingly limp looking left arm.
The FAWNatics booed Brooks antics, venting their displeasure as the purple clad blonde took a great deal of delight in mimicking an exaggerated ‘cry face’ back in their direction, the Breathtaking One as bratty as they remembered. With a swagger in her stride (because she knew they all loved her), she collected the pained Summer and bullied her counterpart to her feet, practically dragging her along as, in the front row, she spotted someone in particular.
“Well, look who it is?” Brooks gasped in mock veneration. “If it isn’t the Has Been Hopkins!” she mocked Summer’s big sister, the legendary British Bombshell, Cassie. The elder of the Hopkin Sisters looked less than pleased about unfolding events, but she resisted the urge to intervene, not giving Belinda the satisfaction of rising to her bait.
Brooks made a pouty face when Cassie refused to respond before YANKING Summer up to standing straight by tugging at her hair, forcing a fresh cry to emerge from her opponent’s body.
“Is this your little sister?” Belinda continued to needle, jostling the Maid of Might’s head before SHOVING her noggin forwards and SLAMMING it down against the barricades. “LE GASP!” she exclaiming as if she’d made a whoopsie. “How clumsy.”
This time, Cassie did shoot up to her feet, less than a yard from the blowhard and filled with righteous indignation. Still, however, she did not take the bait, unwilling to cost her sibling the match by getting involved.
“Killjoy,” Brooks pouted again, really wanting validation in putting the former Tag Team Champion to sleep, tossing the dazed Summer aside and turning her attention to someone else. Flashing her thirstiest of smiles, she looked to the older, yet still handsome looking gentlemen to her left. “Is this daddy dearest?” she asked, stepping over to stand in front of him. “Want me to call you daddy?” she teased, “I promise to make it more fun.”
He opened his mouth to reply, managing to look both furious and deeply uncomfortable before Belinda grabbed him by the noggin and SHOVED his head forwards, BURYING his shocked features between her ample breasts!!
Cassie most defiantly would have reacted then…
…if Summer hadn’t done so first, the Supergirl of Sheffield taking exception to the shoddy treatment of her father and tucking up tightly behind Belinda before wrapping her arms about her waist. Bracing her posture and, before the lecherous blonde could disengage from her current activities willingly, Baby Hopkins ripped her off her feet, swung her up and over and then PLANTED her back down on the barely padded concrete across the back of her head and shoulders.
Hitting the ground hard on the wrong end of a Belly to Back Suplex, Brooks stiffened with a grunt before flopping out onto her side. Painfully she scraped herself along the floor, ears ringing and head still spinning, looking to make some distance as quickly as possible.
Summer, massaging her still tingly feeling left arm, scrunched up her nose and huffed in Babyfaced Dander, moving to close the distance between herself and Belinda. “You don’t touch my dad,” she warned before adjusting her shoulder straps with a quick, awkward fidget, not quite managing to sound quite as threatening as she hoped.
The Official, however, interrupted her train of thought with the count of…
“NINE!”
…and she stopped in her tracks, breaking more than a few hearts in the front rows as she briefly looked like someone caught with their hand in the cookie jar. She quickly picked up her pace, silently assuring the man in black and white that they were coming and, after jerking a sandbagging Brooks back up off her knees, she bodily shoved her beneath the bottom rope back into the ring, quickly diving in after her.
Belinda rolled a few times before getting up, again creating distance as she spotted Hopkins rising likewise and, sensing opportunity, she launched into a sprint, feeling nettled at have her fun interrupted.
The Girl of Steel, however, was far more ready than she expected, Hopkins spinning on the spot and swinging one of her coveted, long legs up high to connect squarely across her shoulders. The glorious Leg Lariat was a force to be reckoned with when launched by the EuroAsia Champion, and the American was swept right off her feet, bouncing off the deck and nearly popping back up to sitting.
Instead, Summer helped her up to kneeling, rolling the other blonde over before first stepping back and then launching forwards, NAILING her opponent across her cheek with a meaty WHACK!!
BIG KNEE: @0:20.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_VnIZkvQTs
Dazed and seeing stars, Belinda mumbled something incoherent before she flopped backwards across the deck, starring glassily towards the rafters as, with a POP from the FAWNartics, Summer spun neatly on the spot and whipped up the crowd before launching herself backwards into a gorgeous Standing Moonsault!!
SUMMER SPLASH: @0:03
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IlvLoSQaBC0
She could not have landed more true, practically flattening Brooks amble chest and expelling every ounce of air from her powerful body. With Belinda’s own, equally long legs kicking skywards, Hopkins hooked the nearest one to her and rolled her adversary for the evening up into a pinfall.
The Official was there to count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…and called for the bell, the Maid of Might securing victory over the Breathtaking One this evening.
Leaving a shellshocked Belinda to lay gasping across her side Summer, flush with victory, rose quickly to her feet and, an unrepentant dork to her core, briefly bit down on her bottom lip to prevent herself from giggling before she popped out the cutest, most adorable bicep flex in all of FAWN.
The crowd loved her for it, and the EuroAsia Champion saved one last salute for her big sister sitting the front rows, Cassie more than happy to salute back.
SAMANTHA SINCLAIR VS. ALESSANDRA BIANCHI
SAMANTHA SINCLAIR
ALESSANDRA BIANCHI
…With Sammie already dazed, an expression Bianchi relished a great deal, Alessandra tucked up beside her and, in the middle of the ring, prepared to put the People’s Princess to bed. Securing the Brits left arm and wrapping her spare about the other young woman’s slim shoulders, she threw herself backwards and dragged Sinclair along with her, PLANTING her spine first across the canvas and knocking the air from her petite body!!
Russian Leg Sweep[/b]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tibSLyux_dw
With pretty peeper’s half lidded, Sammie gazed absently towards the rafters, a low moan her only protest as her now pliable right stem was hooked and she was tucked up into a pinfall.
The Official began counting…
ONE!
TWO!!
…and Sinclair surged back to life, crying out as she did so and shoving her right arm up into the air, the FAWNatics cheering in relief.
Alessandra was less pleased with the outcome, the leather clad Digital Damsel certain that the math must be off, her lips pressed in a tight line as she took a firm grip of Sammie’s arm before it was lowered. She used to it to bully the brunette back up to boot leather and, once there, folded her forwards. She quickly followed up by stiffly pulling the other young woman forwards into a front headlock and, after snatching a fistful of the Brits tights at her hips, she first hoisted her lower limbs off the deck before HURLING herself backwards, SPIKING Sammie’s crown deep into the deck!!
IMPLANT DDT: @0:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qWygQsQzCiI
Sinclair’s entire, athletic frame stiffened for a short, sharp second before she slumped anew, practically pudding as she lay barely moving on the canvas and even more the pliable to being rolled over.
This time, Bianchi collected both of Sammie’s largely bare stems and rolled her up into the tightest of possible balls, the Upstart Supreme’s prized booty thrust upwards towards the rafters.
Again, the Official was on hand to count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE…
…and Sinclair kicked out!!
The FAWNatics cheered even louder and, in a rare fit of frustration, Alessandra slapped both of her palms down on the canvas. Increasingly annoyed, the Gorgeous Geek grabbed the Brit by her rattled noggin and forced her up to kneeling, glaring down into the other young woman’s baby brown peepers as she gazed back half lidded.
“Is there truly nothing in there?” Bianchi inquired testily, shaking the crowd favourites head as if expecting to hear something rattle. “Is that why my efforts are for naught?”
“Not trying to be rude,” Sammie lied just a little, grimacing as she did so. “But maybe you just suck?”
Alessandra scowled, struggling to control her breathing as she yanked her opponent back up to boot leather, seizing her by the wrists and propelling her into an Irish Whip…
…only for Sinclair to slam on the brakes, the Former Lightweight Champion steeling her resolve and, with her most determined expression, dug deep enough to find fresh reserves and launch Bianchi into an Irish Whip instead!
The Apex Intellect was sent sprinting across the ring, turning herself about at the last second to slam into the turnbuckles across her shoulders. It still hurt like a bastard, and she released a heady grunt…
…Sammie was right on her heels, barely a pace or two behind her before she leapt, much to the delight of those watching, and WHACKED her opponent across her cheek with a stunning, flying knee.
“That was rude,” a weary Sinclair apologised with shocking sincerity after her boots came down to balance on the bottom ropes. “You’re actually pretty good, it’s your personality that sucks,” she explained further before tucking the dazed Alessandra’s head beneath her shoulder and, with a quick bounce, launched herself off her perch and THREW herself into reverses. Bianchi was yanked forwards right along with her and, a moment later, the crown of her skull was DRIVEN into the canvas!!
RUNNING KNEE/DDT COMBO: @2:00
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yoUveNbX6rI
Following a shotgun spasm that ran the full length of her young body, Alessandra practically bounced up and over before landing in a heap across her side. She groaned, long and loud, her whole world now spinning as she desperately dragged herself forwards. Even with her vision blurry and her limbs lacking strength, the Digital Damsel somehow still forced her way back up to standing, tenacity indeed running deep as she turned about o the spot…
…and ATE a SAMMIE KICK!! for her troubles, one of the most lethal strikes in grappling landing square and true, the FAWNatics roaring with approval.
Her lights going out, the Gorgeous Geek went down without hesitation, boneless as she hit the deck and remaining that way as Sinclair dove atop her for the cover.
The Official, dutiful as ever, was there to begin counting…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
….and Sammie sighed in audible relief, exhaling deeply as she remained idle for just a few seconds. Exhaling deeply a second time, the Upstart Supreme groaned as she sat up, aching all over, sparing her opponent a generous few moments of her time, even if she was practically unconscious.
“Still feeling a little sore about Lizzie huh?” Sinclair sighed in understanding, referring to her old partner and long-time rival, Elizabeth Cromwell. “If it’s any consolation, she sold me up the river too,” she made the smallest shrugs before shaking her head and patting her opponent for the evening on her unflinching thigh.
She got up after, resisting the urge to further groan as she put such things behind her, at least for the time being.
Addressing the FAWNatics directly, she thrust both of her little fists into the air and smiled sincerely, the People forever infatuated with their Princess as they cheered in reply, the young woman’s cheeks turning a little rosy as she basked in then simple joys of a hard-fought victory.
BAILEY TRAVIS VS. ANGELICA KAISER[/U]
BAILEY TRAVIS
ANGELICA KAISER
…The Embodiment of Adventure had seen better days, her momentum in tonight’s rematch interrupted by having her forehead BOUNCED against the steel Ringpost, those closest to the action wincing in sympathy as she jolted away.
Bailey’s vision blurred immediately, the Amazonian American somehow staying on her feet as she stumbled near blindly across the barely padded concrete outside the ring. She received some assistance from the barricades that she practically tumbled into, leaning against them heavily as she, instinctively, continued to place one unsteady step in front of the other.
Despite her most valiant efforts, the legs of the Curvaceous Cowgirl perhaps inevitably gave out, the promising young athlete turning about and slumping heavily down to sitting, her back pressed up against the steel railing. She blinked several times, grimacing, inhaling a deep breath and…
…getting no further, Angelica arriving at a sprint and, regardless of the cries of the FAWNatics, BOOTED the already woozy Travis ruthlessly across her temple!!
Bailey’s whole body rocked sideways as she flopped back down to sitting, her world spinning as she groaned in disorientation.
Kaiser collected her without remorse, the Crimson Goddess inhaling heavy breaths as, glistening with perspiration, she peeled her opponent off the barricades. She muscled her back up to wobbly feet and, half dragging her along, she then shouted in exaltation as she BOUNCED Baily’s forehead off the Commentary Table!!
There was blood now, the camera crew quick to pick up on it, zooming in on the cut that had formed on the Curvaceous Cowgirl’s embattled forehead, the crimson splash a stark contrast to her golden mane.
Angelica was all too eager to ensure that they received the best shots as, bullying the slack featured Travis back into motion, she jostled her towards the ring before practically tossing her beneath the bottom rope.
Bailey rolled several times before coming to a stop, her speech slurry for a few moments as she lay flopped out across her front. She blinked a few times before, to the shock of both those in attendance and everyone watching at home, she braced her palms against the canvas and began to push her way back up.
“You… you wan… want to go?” she mumbled, struggling to find the words in her rattled state and yet meaning every one, dauntless to the end. “Then… then lets go!!” Travis forced her way up to her knees, raising her right hand to push against Kaiser’s hip, the Titanic Blonde towering over her defiant form. “I can…” she continued, her tone finding greater clarity with each pained breath.
“I can do this all day.”
“Regrettably,” Angelica smiled in a manner that would be warm had her expression possessed even an iota of actual kindness. “That is not the case.”
Forcibly yanking the wobbly kneed Bailey back up to her boot leather, Kaiser swiftly muscled her off her feet, one arms posted between the other hardbodies thighs with the other across her shoulder. She spun her up and over and, after ensuring that they were facing the hard camera, she DROPPED!! the already bleeding, Amazonian American crown first against the canvas, practically knocking her out cold with her patented Northern Lights Bomb!!
NOTHERN LIGHTS BOMB: @0:06
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V9FuzK82X_Q
Bailey crumpled in a heap following a sharp spasm and, with one of her long legs hooked, she was rolled up for a pinfall that the Official was on hand to count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The bell quickly ringing soon after to confirm the Austrians fifth consecutive victory.
Angelica pulled Bailey back up to sitting, both cupping her chin and grasping her hair to ensure the barely conscious young woman was gazing blankly at the hard camera, blood slowly trickling down past her glassy eyes.
“Summer,” Kaiser smiled, the twitch of her lips inviting whilst her eyes were nothing but predatorial. “Oh Summer, I know that your still watching,” she directly addressed the reigning, EuroAsia Champion. “If this is what I’m willing to do make a point,” she shook Bailey’s head possessively before her grin grew wider.
“At Thrills, Chills and Spills, just imagine what I’m going to do to you!!”
ALISON ATLANTIC VS. ARIANNA SOLOMON
ALISON ATLANTIC
ARIANNA SOLOMON
ELLEN SOLOMON
…Having served herself, it didn’t take a great deal of persuading to have the Patriot Princess headline a Tribute to the Troops show, Alison Atlantic more than living up to her end of the crowd-pleasing bargain. Practically a spitfire in the flesh, the flag attired beauty all but flew across the ring, zeroing in on the shellshocked Arianna leant back in one corner, leaping at the last moment and NAILING the ailing Solomon clean across her cheek with a gorgeous, flying knee!!
Arianna grunted, far from the glib show off that had started the contest, the eyes of the crimson clad grappler flashing vacant as, rocked from head to toe, she stumbling forwards after a suggestive shove from Atlantic. She stumbled this way and that, not quite falling, staggering in a near blind, one-eighty spiral before…
…. being NAILED by a SPEAR!!
While it was impossible for Alison to break the sound barrier under her own power, it sure seemed like she had, an audience packed with veterans cheering to the rafters as the Lean Marine hit her target with pinpoint precision!!
Well and truly gutted, Solomon was ripped off her boot leather, hitting the canvas like a felled oak, gagging for stolen air as Atlantic, the People’s Professional, rolled her up for…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…confirming her victory to the thunderous applause of her contemporaries.
Without hesitation, she found her feet quickly, snapping a smart salute and…
…eating a stiff BOOT to her unguarded, sleek tummy, the Babe of Brawl folding sharply forwards with a stunned guff of air as Ellen Solomon ambushed her without provocation.
Towering of stature and grim of demeaner, the elder of the Solomon Sisters rode the boos of the FAWNatics as she tugged Alison forwards and stuffed the blonde’s noggin in tight between the thighs. The servicemen and woman that filled the arena were crying bloody murder, but Ellen proceeded unflinching, underhooking both of Atlantic’s arms before powering her off the deck. Holding her suspended upside down for a second, she then DROPPPED to her knees with ill intent, NAILING the flag attired beauties head into the canvas by way of Piledriver!!
A sharp spasm ran the length of Alison’s blindsided body and she flopped out across the deck, somewhere she would have stayed had Ellen not immediately scrapped her off the mat.
“Get up,” the elder of the two scolded Arianna as the younger Solomon was coming too. For a second, Arianna looked petulant before her eyes lit up with wicked joy, doing as she was bid as quickly as she was able.
Ellen tossed the barely conscious Atlantic forwards and Arianna was all too eager to collect, taking her turn to shove Alison’s head between her thighs and unhooking both of her now pliant arms in short order. Far too quickly thereafter, Arianna DROPPED to her knees and PLANTED the Lean Marine face first into the deck, well and truly putting her down for the night.
Meanwhile, brooking no argument, Ellen had procured a microphone and, even though her sister had been the one to lose tonight’s contest, it was the Solomon’s who stood tall, both having a boot planted on Atlantic’s back.
“This farce is out an end,” Ellen addressed all who were listening directly, her dour eyes for the hard camera, the joy that she he’d once had for the industry all but entirely gone, eroded by an avalanche of disappointment.
“We are the Solomons,” she continued. “I repeat, we are The Solomons. The last of our name and heirs to the kingdom,” she spoke of the proud lineage that had come before them. “We are not also rans, we are not never have beens, we are NOT cannon fodder for those who do not belong here.”
She inhaled a deep breath, glaring down the hard camera.
“We are the Solomon Sisters, and WE! OWN! WRESTLING!”
SUMMER HOPKINS
BELINDA BROOKS
…Finally, Belinda had managed to leverage a degree of control over the EuroAsia Champion, and it was with a great deal of force that one statuesque blonde launched the other across the floor outside the ring at a sprint, Summer WHACKING against the steel ring post shoulder first. She yelped, the crowd sweetheart unable to help it, the young woman flopping down to sitting with a shudder, clutching her now alarmingly limp looking left arm.
The FAWNatics booed Brooks antics, venting their displeasure as the purple clad blonde took a great deal of delight in mimicking an exaggerated ‘cry face’ back in their direction, the Breathtaking One as bratty as they remembered. With a swagger in her stride (because she knew they all loved her), she collected the pained Summer and bullied her counterpart to her feet, practically dragging her along as, in the front row, she spotted someone in particular.
“Well, look who it is?” Brooks gasped in mock veneration. “If it isn’t the Has Been Hopkins!” she mocked Summer’s big sister, the legendary British Bombshell, Cassie. The elder of the Hopkin Sisters looked less than pleased about unfolding events, but she resisted the urge to intervene, not giving Belinda the satisfaction of rising to her bait.
Brooks made a pouty face when Cassie refused to respond before YANKING Summer up to standing straight by tugging at her hair, forcing a fresh cry to emerge from her opponent’s body.
“Is this your little sister?” Belinda continued to needle, jostling the Maid of Might’s head before SHOVING her noggin forwards and SLAMMING it down against the barricades. “LE GASP!” she exclaiming as if she’d made a whoopsie. “How clumsy.”
This time, Cassie did shoot up to her feet, less than a yard from the blowhard and filled with righteous indignation. Still, however, she did not take the bait, unwilling to cost her sibling the match by getting involved.
“Killjoy,” Brooks pouted again, really wanting validation in putting the former Tag Team Champion to sleep, tossing the dazed Summer aside and turning her attention to someone else. Flashing her thirstiest of smiles, she looked to the older, yet still handsome looking gentlemen to her left. “Is this daddy dearest?” she asked, stepping over to stand in front of him. “Want me to call you daddy?” she teased, “I promise to make it more fun.”
He opened his mouth to reply, managing to look both furious and deeply uncomfortable before Belinda grabbed him by the noggin and SHOVED his head forwards, BURYING his shocked features between her ample breasts!!
Cassie most defiantly would have reacted then…
…if Summer hadn’t done so first, the Supergirl of Sheffield taking exception to the shoddy treatment of her father and tucking up tightly behind Belinda before wrapping her arms about her waist. Bracing her posture and, before the lecherous blonde could disengage from her current activities willingly, Baby Hopkins ripped her off her feet, swung her up and over and then PLANTED her back down on the barely padded concrete across the back of her head and shoulders.
Hitting the ground hard on the wrong end of a Belly to Back Suplex, Brooks stiffened with a grunt before flopping out onto her side. Painfully she scraped herself along the floor, ears ringing and head still spinning, looking to make some distance as quickly as possible.
Summer, massaging her still tingly feeling left arm, scrunched up her nose and huffed in Babyfaced Dander, moving to close the distance between herself and Belinda. “You don’t touch my dad,” she warned before adjusting her shoulder straps with a quick, awkward fidget, not quite managing to sound quite as threatening as she hoped.
The Official, however, interrupted her train of thought with the count of…
“NINE!”
…and she stopped in her tracks, breaking more than a few hearts in the front rows as she briefly looked like someone caught with their hand in the cookie jar. She quickly picked up her pace, silently assuring the man in black and white that they were coming and, after jerking a sandbagging Brooks back up off her knees, she bodily shoved her beneath the bottom rope back into the ring, quickly diving in after her.
Belinda rolled a few times before getting up, again creating distance as she spotted Hopkins rising likewise and, sensing opportunity, she launched into a sprint, feeling nettled at have her fun interrupted.
The Girl of Steel, however, was far more ready than she expected, Hopkins spinning on the spot and swinging one of her coveted, long legs up high to connect squarely across her shoulders. The glorious Leg Lariat was a force to be reckoned with when launched by the EuroAsia Champion, and the American was swept right off her feet, bouncing off the deck and nearly popping back up to sitting.
Instead, Summer helped her up to kneeling, rolling the other blonde over before first stepping back and then launching forwards, NAILING her opponent across her cheek with a meaty WHACK!!
BIG KNEE: @0:20.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_VnIZkvQTs
Dazed and seeing stars, Belinda mumbled something incoherent before she flopped backwards across the deck, starring glassily towards the rafters as, with a POP from the FAWNartics, Summer spun neatly on the spot and whipped up the crowd before launching herself backwards into a gorgeous Standing Moonsault!!
SUMMER SPLASH: @0:03
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IlvLoSQaBC0
She could not have landed more true, practically flattening Brooks amble chest and expelling every ounce of air from her powerful body. With Belinda’s own, equally long legs kicking skywards, Hopkins hooked the nearest one to her and rolled her adversary for the evening up into a pinfall.
The Official was there to count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…and called for the bell, the Maid of Might securing victory over the Breathtaking One this evening.
Leaving a shellshocked Belinda to lay gasping across her side Summer, flush with victory, rose quickly to her feet and, an unrepentant dork to her core, briefly bit down on her bottom lip to prevent herself from giggling before she popped out the cutest, most adorable bicep flex in all of FAWN.
The crowd loved her for it, and the EuroAsia Champion saved one last salute for her big sister sitting the front rows, Cassie more than happy to salute back.
SAMANTHA SINCLAIR VS. ALESSANDRA BIANCHI
SAMANTHA SINCLAIR
ALESSANDRA BIANCHI
…With Sammie already dazed, an expression Bianchi relished a great deal, Alessandra tucked up beside her and, in the middle of the ring, prepared to put the People’s Princess to bed. Securing the Brits left arm and wrapping her spare about the other young woman’s slim shoulders, she threw herself backwards and dragged Sinclair along with her, PLANTING her spine first across the canvas and knocking the air from her petite body!!
Russian Leg Sweep[/b]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tibSLyux_dw
With pretty peeper’s half lidded, Sammie gazed absently towards the rafters, a low moan her only protest as her now pliable right stem was hooked and she was tucked up into a pinfall.
The Official began counting…
ONE!
TWO!!
…and Sinclair surged back to life, crying out as she did so and shoving her right arm up into the air, the FAWNatics cheering in relief.
Alessandra was less pleased with the outcome, the leather clad Digital Damsel certain that the math must be off, her lips pressed in a tight line as she took a firm grip of Sammie’s arm before it was lowered. She used to it to bully the brunette back up to boot leather and, once there, folded her forwards. She quickly followed up by stiffly pulling the other young woman forwards into a front headlock and, after snatching a fistful of the Brits tights at her hips, she first hoisted her lower limbs off the deck before HURLING herself backwards, SPIKING Sammie’s crown deep into the deck!!
IMPLANT DDT: @0:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qWygQsQzCiI
Sinclair’s entire, athletic frame stiffened for a short, sharp second before she slumped anew, practically pudding as she lay barely moving on the canvas and even more the pliable to being rolled over.
This time, Bianchi collected both of Sammie’s largely bare stems and rolled her up into the tightest of possible balls, the Upstart Supreme’s prized booty thrust upwards towards the rafters.
Again, the Official was on hand to count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE…
…and Sinclair kicked out!!
The FAWNatics cheered even louder and, in a rare fit of frustration, Alessandra slapped both of her palms down on the canvas. Increasingly annoyed, the Gorgeous Geek grabbed the Brit by her rattled noggin and forced her up to kneeling, glaring down into the other young woman’s baby brown peepers as she gazed back half lidded.
“Is there truly nothing in there?” Bianchi inquired testily, shaking the crowd favourites head as if expecting to hear something rattle. “Is that why my efforts are for naught?”
“Not trying to be rude,” Sammie lied just a little, grimacing as she did so. “But maybe you just suck?”
Alessandra scowled, struggling to control her breathing as she yanked her opponent back up to boot leather, seizing her by the wrists and propelling her into an Irish Whip…
…only for Sinclair to slam on the brakes, the Former Lightweight Champion steeling her resolve and, with her most determined expression, dug deep enough to find fresh reserves and launch Bianchi into an Irish Whip instead!
The Apex Intellect was sent sprinting across the ring, turning herself about at the last second to slam into the turnbuckles across her shoulders. It still hurt like a bastard, and she released a heady grunt…
…Sammie was right on her heels, barely a pace or two behind her before she leapt, much to the delight of those watching, and WHACKED her opponent across her cheek with a stunning, flying knee.
“That was rude,” a weary Sinclair apologised with shocking sincerity after her boots came down to balance on the bottom ropes. “You’re actually pretty good, it’s your personality that sucks,” she explained further before tucking the dazed Alessandra’s head beneath her shoulder and, with a quick bounce, launched herself off her perch and THREW herself into reverses. Bianchi was yanked forwards right along with her and, a moment later, the crown of her skull was DRIVEN into the canvas!!
RUNNING KNEE/DDT COMBO: @2:00
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yoUveNbX6rI
Following a shotgun spasm that ran the full length of her young body, Alessandra practically bounced up and over before landing in a heap across her side. She groaned, long and loud, her whole world now spinning as she desperately dragged herself forwards. Even with her vision blurry and her limbs lacking strength, the Digital Damsel somehow still forced her way back up to standing, tenacity indeed running deep as she turned about o the spot…
…and ATE a SAMMIE KICK!! for her troubles, one of the most lethal strikes in grappling landing square and true, the FAWNatics roaring with approval.
Her lights going out, the Gorgeous Geek went down without hesitation, boneless as she hit the deck and remaining that way as Sinclair dove atop her for the cover.
The Official, dutiful as ever, was there to begin counting…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
….and Sammie sighed in audible relief, exhaling deeply as she remained idle for just a few seconds. Exhaling deeply a second time, the Upstart Supreme groaned as she sat up, aching all over, sparing her opponent a generous few moments of her time, even if she was practically unconscious.
“Still feeling a little sore about Lizzie huh?” Sinclair sighed in understanding, referring to her old partner and long-time rival, Elizabeth Cromwell. “If it’s any consolation, she sold me up the river too,” she made the smallest shrugs before shaking her head and patting her opponent for the evening on her unflinching thigh.
She got up after, resisting the urge to further groan as she put such things behind her, at least for the time being.
Addressing the FAWNatics directly, she thrust both of her little fists into the air and smiled sincerely, the People forever infatuated with their Princess as they cheered in reply, the young woman’s cheeks turning a little rosy as she basked in then simple joys of a hard-fought victory.
BAILEY TRAVIS VS. ANGELICA KAISER[/U]
BAILEY TRAVIS
ANGELICA KAISER
…The Embodiment of Adventure had seen better days, her momentum in tonight’s rematch interrupted by having her forehead BOUNCED against the steel Ringpost, those closest to the action wincing in sympathy as she jolted away.
Bailey’s vision blurred immediately, the Amazonian American somehow staying on her feet as she stumbled near blindly across the barely padded concrete outside the ring. She received some assistance from the barricades that she practically tumbled into, leaning against them heavily as she, instinctively, continued to place one unsteady step in front of the other.
Despite her most valiant efforts, the legs of the Curvaceous Cowgirl perhaps inevitably gave out, the promising young athlete turning about and slumping heavily down to sitting, her back pressed up against the steel railing. She blinked several times, grimacing, inhaling a deep breath and…
…getting no further, Angelica arriving at a sprint and, regardless of the cries of the FAWNatics, BOOTED the already woozy Travis ruthlessly across her temple!!
Bailey’s whole body rocked sideways as she flopped back down to sitting, her world spinning as she groaned in disorientation.
Kaiser collected her without remorse, the Crimson Goddess inhaling heavy breaths as, glistening with perspiration, she peeled her opponent off the barricades. She muscled her back up to wobbly feet and, half dragging her along, she then shouted in exaltation as she BOUNCED Baily’s forehead off the Commentary Table!!
There was blood now, the camera crew quick to pick up on it, zooming in on the cut that had formed on the Curvaceous Cowgirl’s embattled forehead, the crimson splash a stark contrast to her golden mane.
Angelica was all too eager to ensure that they received the best shots as, bullying the slack featured Travis back into motion, she jostled her towards the ring before practically tossing her beneath the bottom rope.
Bailey rolled several times before coming to a stop, her speech slurry for a few moments as she lay flopped out across her front. She blinked a few times before, to the shock of both those in attendance and everyone watching at home, she braced her palms against the canvas and began to push her way back up.
“You… you wan… want to go?” she mumbled, struggling to find the words in her rattled state and yet meaning every one, dauntless to the end. “Then… then lets go!!” Travis forced her way up to her knees, raising her right hand to push against Kaiser’s hip, the Titanic Blonde towering over her defiant form. “I can…” she continued, her tone finding greater clarity with each pained breath.
“I can do this all day.”
“Regrettably,” Angelica smiled in a manner that would be warm had her expression possessed even an iota of actual kindness. “That is not the case.”
Forcibly yanking the wobbly kneed Bailey back up to her boot leather, Kaiser swiftly muscled her off her feet, one arms posted between the other hardbodies thighs with the other across her shoulder. She spun her up and over and, after ensuring that they were facing the hard camera, she DROPPED!! the already bleeding, Amazonian American crown first against the canvas, practically knocking her out cold with her patented Northern Lights Bomb!!
NOTHERN LIGHTS BOMB: @0:06
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V9FuzK82X_Q
Bailey crumpled in a heap following a sharp spasm and, with one of her long legs hooked, she was rolled up for a pinfall that the Official was on hand to count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The bell quickly ringing soon after to confirm the Austrians fifth consecutive victory.
Angelica pulled Bailey back up to sitting, both cupping her chin and grasping her hair to ensure the barely conscious young woman was gazing blankly at the hard camera, blood slowly trickling down past her glassy eyes.
“Summer,” Kaiser smiled, the twitch of her lips inviting whilst her eyes were nothing but predatorial. “Oh Summer, I know that your still watching,” she directly addressed the reigning, EuroAsia Champion. “If this is what I’m willing to do make a point,” she shook Bailey’s head possessively before her grin grew wider.
“At Thrills, Chills and Spills, just imagine what I’m going to do to you!!”
ALISON ATLANTIC VS. ARIANNA SOLOMON
ALISON ATLANTIC
ARIANNA SOLOMON
ELLEN SOLOMON
…Having served herself, it didn’t take a great deal of persuading to have the Patriot Princess headline a Tribute to the Troops show, Alison Atlantic more than living up to her end of the crowd-pleasing bargain. Practically a spitfire in the flesh, the flag attired beauty all but flew across the ring, zeroing in on the shellshocked Arianna leant back in one corner, leaping at the last moment and NAILING the ailing Solomon clean across her cheek with a gorgeous, flying knee!!
Arianna grunted, far from the glib show off that had started the contest, the eyes of the crimson clad grappler flashing vacant as, rocked from head to toe, she stumbling forwards after a suggestive shove from Atlantic. She stumbled this way and that, not quite falling, staggering in a near blind, one-eighty spiral before…
…. being NAILED by a SPEAR!!
While it was impossible for Alison to break the sound barrier under her own power, it sure seemed like she had, an audience packed with veterans cheering to the rafters as the Lean Marine hit her target with pinpoint precision!!
Well and truly gutted, Solomon was ripped off her boot leather, hitting the canvas like a felled oak, gagging for stolen air as Atlantic, the People’s Professional, rolled her up for…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…confirming her victory to the thunderous applause of her contemporaries.
Without hesitation, she found her feet quickly, snapping a smart salute and…
…eating a stiff BOOT to her unguarded, sleek tummy, the Babe of Brawl folding sharply forwards with a stunned guff of air as Ellen Solomon ambushed her without provocation.
Towering of stature and grim of demeaner, the elder of the Solomon Sisters rode the boos of the FAWNatics as she tugged Alison forwards and stuffed the blonde’s noggin in tight between the thighs. The servicemen and woman that filled the arena were crying bloody murder, but Ellen proceeded unflinching, underhooking both of Atlantic’s arms before powering her off the deck. Holding her suspended upside down for a second, she then DROPPPED to her knees with ill intent, NAILING the flag attired beauties head into the canvas by way of Piledriver!!
A sharp spasm ran the length of Alison’s blindsided body and she flopped out across the deck, somewhere she would have stayed had Ellen not immediately scrapped her off the mat.
“Get up,” the elder of the two scolded Arianna as the younger Solomon was coming too. For a second, Arianna looked petulant before her eyes lit up with wicked joy, doing as she was bid as quickly as she was able.
Ellen tossed the barely conscious Atlantic forwards and Arianna was all too eager to collect, taking her turn to shove Alison’s head between her thighs and unhooking both of her now pliant arms in short order. Far too quickly thereafter, Arianna DROPPED to her knees and PLANTED the Lean Marine face first into the deck, well and truly putting her down for the night.
Meanwhile, brooking no argument, Ellen had procured a microphone and, even though her sister had been the one to lose tonight’s contest, it was the Solomon’s who stood tall, both having a boot planted on Atlantic’s back.
“This farce is out an end,” Ellen addressed all who were listening directly, her dour eyes for the hard camera, the joy that she he’d once had for the industry all but entirely gone, eroded by an avalanche of disappointment.
“We are the Solomons,” she continued. “I repeat, we are The Solomons. The last of our name and heirs to the kingdom,” she spoke of the proud lineage that had come before them. “We are not also rans, we are not never have beens, we are NOT cannon fodder for those who do not belong here.”
She inhaled a deep breath, glaring down the hard camera.
“We are the Solomon Sisters, and WE! OWN! WRESTLING!”