Post by EmmaWoods007 on Jan 15, 2024 18:17:08 GMT
JOANNA JONSON VS. THE SOLOMON SISTERS
JOANNA JONSON
ELLEN SOLOMON
ARIANNA SOLOMON
…With her shoulders pressed down flat against the mat and her right leg hooked for a pinfall, Joanna lay pliant for the count of…
ONE!
TWO!!
…before kicking out, rolling over onto one side with a pained gasp as she just barely survived for the sixth time tonight.
Either by clerical error or malicious intent, Joanna Jonsons House Show debut had drawn her up against not one, but both of the Solomon Sisters in a handicap match. As a combination of killers who needed no excuse to stack the deck in their own favour, both had taken to the uneven contest with relish, piling on the pressure from the get go, and allowing the rookie no time to recover.
Whilst Ellen, now kneeling, said nothing to the Official following his failure to reach three, the grim glower in her eyes suggested that he do better going forwards. She paid him no further mind before stiffly clubbing a slowly rising Joanna across the back of her neck to keep her pliable and, with methodical motion, bullied the younger woman before turning her about to standing face to face.
Briefly ducking low, the eldest of the Solomons cupped the back of the Crusaders thighs and muscled her up off the canvas, carrying her high enough so the blondes upper body cleared Ellen’s shoulders. Cargo in position, the larger of the two emerald grapplers marched over to her corner just long enough for her sister, Arianna, to complete a tag before she marched back.
The younger of the Solomon Sisters wasted no time, practically diving into the ring and sprinting across the canvas before Arianna reached the opposite corner. She leapt up onto the second turnbuckle before throwing herself backwards, spiralling through the air and WHACKING the positioned Jonson clean across her cheek with a high velocity kick!!
LIFT THEM UP, KNOCK THEM DOWN: @start
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kfODRApyZ74
With her braincase well and truly rattled, Joanna was dropped to the canvas without ceremony, Ellen not even looking back as she exited the ring and left the rookies remains for her sister to devour. Arianna did exactly that, exuberant as she leapt upon her fellow blonde’s flaccid frame, rolling both of her long legs up for a count of…
ONE!
TWO!!
THR…
…and still Joanna survived, the First Knight of the Round Table again shoving up a shoulder, this time with a louder cry.
Arianna was less than sanguine, slapping both of her palms down against the canvas before venting her frustration at the Official, thrusting three fingers in his face to demonstrate her displeasure.
The man in black and white wouldn’t budge and the blonde, entitlement personified, sulked and cursed as she began to drag Jonson to her feet with sharp tugs of her hair. After first making a face at the FAWNatics who were booing her antics, Arianna took a hold of her opponents’ wrists and forced her into her a sprint, propelling her across the ring by way of Irish Whip.
Joanna did as she was bid, turning about at the last moment to hit the ropes across her back before dashing back across the squared circle. Upon returning to sender…
…she ducked low, narrowly avoiding a clothesline that surely could have taken her head off. She kept on running to renewed cheers from the crowd and, for a second time, she rebounded off the ring ropes.
Arianna, now flustered, lined up a second clothesline…
…and again missed, Jonson far to swift as she continued to duck and dodge.
The Crusader was picking up speed, running faster with every step until, this time, she leapt, deftly bounding up to the second ring rope and LAUNCHING herself back off it to sail through the air. She spun herself about and, with expert precision, caught her flat-footed opponent clean across her chest with a beautiful Cross Body Splash!!
Knocked off her boot leather, a winded Arianna crashed down against the deck and the ring rattled from the impact, the taller blonde gagging as she bucked over onto her side.
Joanna, riding her adrenaline, was back on her feet in a flash, pacing a swift half tour of the ring as, after beating her right fist against her chest, she released towards the FAWNatics prolonged and surprisingly loud ROOOOOOAR!! As heart felt as it was pride swelling, the Warcry filled the sold-out arena and was answered in turn by many of those watching.
Both emboldened and amped up, Jonson returned to the flustered Arianna who was, suddenly, apparently very concerned with the integrity of her top, frantically adjusting her ring gear as Joanna zeroed back in on her. The First Knight of the Round Table yanked the youngest Solomon to her feet…
…and was BLINDED by a mouthful of sprayed mist that erupted from between her opponents’ lips!! The Official didn’t see it, but the crowd most certainly did, their cries of fowl falling on deaf ears as, with a stunned yelp, Joanna back peddled away.
She didn’t get far, Arianna, now grinning wickedly was on her in a second, turning her opponent about before curving her into a taunt Dragon Sleeper, the rookie’s chest thrust up towards the rafters as she was forced to stagger towards her opponent’s corner.
Ellen tagged herself back in before, without a great deal of haste, she slid back into the ring and then, ominously, climbed up to the second turnbuckle and sat on the top. With her so positioned, Arianna grasped Joanna by the belt of her ring gear and, with a grunt, lifted her clean up off her boot leather, muscling her sleek physique up and over until she was pressed front to front and upside down against Ellen’s body.
The eldest of the Solomon Sisters wrapped her arms about Joanna’s waist to hold her in place and, after standing up straight, she DROPPED from off her perch and NAILED the crown of the Crusaders skulls deep into the canvas, the crowd GASPING at the sight of the Piledriver.
SECOND TURNBUCKLE PILEDRIVER: @3:00
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JiYfzyGwmZc
A sharp spasm ran the full length of Joanna’s body before she flopped out in a starfish, chest hiking with pained breaths as she lay in a stunned stupor.
Ellen hooked just one of her long legs and glared down the hard camera, waiting for the Official to count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…bringing an end to the Handicap Match.
Tossing her opponents limp limb to one side, Ellen rose to her feet and planted her right boot of Joanna’s groaning body, claiming the victory as though she had achieved it single handed.
Meanwhile, Arianna was striding about the squared circle, smugness incarnate as she belittled any who dared speak out against them.
Victorious yet again, the Solomon Sisters stood ascendent, on course to claim all that had thus far been denied them.
CAROL COURAGE VS. AMANDA DARK
CAROL COURAGE
AMANDA DARK
…For these two veterans of over two decades, tonight there was to be no holding back, both with something to prove in a rivalry that had spanned the world over. Both were laid out across their backs, breathing deeply after already having left it all in the ring and yet, still, at least one of them had find something more to secure victory.
To the disappointment of those watching, it was Dark who finding the will to live first, rising slowly and with a deep grimace, but doing so a full pace or two ahead of her counterpart. With Carol, blinking languidly, only just beginning to roll over, Amanda was crawling over on her hands and knees, an ever-present hangover pounding at her temples as she grit her teeth with a low snarl.
“What the hell are you doing here, Carol?” she exhaled in irritation, pushing up to one knee and beginning to bully the groggy brunette to her feet also. “What is there to still prove?” she demanded with a low tone, twisting the flagging, All-American Heroine into a pretzel until she stood in a pained arch, one arm synched around her throat by way of Dragon Sleeper.
Courage stiffened for just a second, but couldn’t quite bring herself to resist, Amanda locking her hold tight in the middle of the squared circle.
“After what Blassenville did to you,” Dark went on, surprising herself with her own temper. “You should have stayed retired, you should have stayed in Orlando, you should have carried on coaching, you should have rode that gravy train like they begged you to the f*cking end!!”
Amanda twisted, positioned her elbow and them DROPPED, damn near impaling Carol’s exposed heart to the deck with that pointed joint.
DRAGON SLEEPER/ELBOW DROP: @5:35
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qWk1go4TY4
Courage jolted before laying still, and Dark covered for a pinfall…
ONE!
TWO!!
…and Carol kicked out, unwilling to go quietly into the night as the crowd popped.
The Mother of Midnight was feeling less enthusiastic than the sold-out arena, scowling as she grabbed the Woman of Wonder by her head and yanked her up to sitting.
“What is it, Shepard?” Amanda demanded to know with a snarl, resorting to using her old rival’s real name. “You want one last run? One more shot at the Title? It’s over Carol, we’re done, ready to be put out to pasture!”
She continued to yank Courage up to her feet, berating the long time, crowd favourite as she did so.
“Fine, have it your way,” the Storm Reaper was seething through clenched teeth. “I’ll do what no-one else close to you is willing to. I’ll make you see the truth!!”
With Carol set up, Dark reeled back and unleashed an almighty Haymaker…
…which Courage deftly ducked below; Amanda sent spinning a full three-sixty before coming back face-to-face with the World’s Mightiest Mortal. Carol had locked her up in an instant, arms synched about her opponent’s waist before, with an almighty shout, she practically tossed Dark up and over with a stunning Northen Lights Suplex!!
NORTHEN LIGHTS SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xACGmpnvJos
PLANTED against her deck across her shoulders, Amada bucked for a short moment before laying where she was put, Courage pushing herself up into a bridge to secure a…
ONE!
TWO!!
…count, Dark taking her turn to kick out.
“It aint over, till its over,” Carol exhaled deeply, shaking her head as she pushed her way up onto her knees, collecting the winded Dark in short order as she felt ebbs of vitality returning slowly to ger limbs. “And no-one, not even you, gets to decide when that is but me.”
Dark, however, still had other ideas, quickly cradling the back of her opponent’s head as she was forced up to boot leather and dropping right back to her knees, yanking Courage forwards with her and CRACKING her jaw against her noggin.
The All-American Heroine jolted away, cradling her features as she stumbled in a pained half circle.
Her own ears ringing, the self-proclaimed Only Real Deal was exhaling deeply as she powered her way back up to vertical, Amanda glaring as…
…Carol recovered far more swiftly than she had any right too, the Woman of Wonder whipping the crowd into a frenzy as she surged forwards and nearly beheaded her rival with a Clothesline from the Gods. Striking like a thunderbolt, she ripped Dark off her feet and sent her spinning up and over before she landed heavily with a grunt.
Courage was on fire, adrenaline on full blast as, with the crowd roaring, she tugged the reeling, dark haired destroyer to her feet only to stuff the other veterans rattled noggin in deep between her thighs. She then encircled her hips and MUSCLED her up off the deck, releasing a shout that had stirred hearts the world over for more than two decades, flipping Amanda to sitting astride her shoulders. A heartbeat later, she flung her opponents earthwards, PLANTING her into the canvas on the wrong end of a hellacious Powerbomb!!
CLOTHESLINE/POWERBOMB:: @16:20
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7HRlj_CZZ8s
Dark bounced with a deflated GROAN before she was tucked up into the tightest of looking balls, Carol pushing her hips down on Amanda’s upturned booty and pressing her shoulders to the mat for…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…and calling an end to the contest to the delight of the FAWNatics, the All-American Heroine returning to the ring in victory.
Pausing for a moment to check on her old foe, Carol released a short, pained sigh before getting to her feet and finding the closest corner. With the Courage Cavalry in full voice, the Woman of Wonder climbed to the second turnbuckle and thrust both of her fists up into the air, the crowd cheering even louder.
While she was fully prepared to admit that the aches and pains that she was experiencing were far more profound than they had been some two decades earlier, they would not force her to step down.
She was back and, this time, she wouldn’t leave until she was ready to…
GLORIA STYLE VS. DARLA DIANE DAVIS
GLORIA STYLE
DARLA DIANE DAVIS
IRMA IRONS
ALESSANDRA BIANCHI
…The Apex Nation were out in force, the Personification of Pissed Off, Irma Irons, pacing the outside of the ring in a state of perpetual agitation, just waiting for someone to try and intervene whilst the Gorgeous Geek, Alessandra Bianchi, was diligently live streaming the match taking place directly to their private audience.
It was the Apex Supreme, Darla Diane Davis, who was laying claim to her dominion over the Squared Circle and, with Gloria Style on her last legs, it was difficult to disagree with her.
At full speed she collided with the All-American Angel as the slighter blonde stood wedged in one corner, Gloria already winded before being flattened between the onrushing Darla and the turnbuckles. The Avalanche Splash sucked the remaining wind from her sails and, following a heady grunt, Style slumped even further into her prison with a low groan.
Davis didn’t let her stay there, instead pulling the other young women out of the corner and dragging her towards centre ring, Gloria following at a stumble. With seemingly little effort, Darla muscled the Blue-Eyed Babe to lay up across her shoulders, securing her in a Fireman’s Carry to…
…never follow through, Style’s survival instincts kicking in as she slipped down to safety out the back, catching Diane Davis flat footed. Not only that, with the stronger of the two blondes now unsteady, Gloria rode her momentum and tugged her opponent over with her, both dragging her backwards and, with the surprised FAWNatics now cheering, the Born Iconic Athlete rolled the All-Mighty up for a Pin!!
ONE!
TWO!!!
TH…
Darla kicked out, frantically wriggling her limbs as she refused to accept so ignominious a defeat, incensed by how close it had come to pass. She powered up to her feet quickly…
…and was met by a Dropkick for her trouble, knocked backwards onto her ass as she fell heavily into the corner, the crowd finding their voice now that Diane Davis was on the back foot.
DROPKICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GH0KJOndub0
She had no intention of staying that way, inhaling deeply with a look that was thunderous, using the ring ropes to drag herself upwards…
…and, again, right into the resurgent Style’s path, the All-American Angel racing across the ring and, zeroing in on her target, NAILED the Apex Supreme clean across her cheek with a blistering Big Boot, one that damn near took Diane Davis’s head off.
CORNER BIG BOOT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0l7Pui2wr8M
Gloria was on fire, surging with adrenaline as Darla, her head spinning, stumbled away, leaning heavily against the top rope to keep herself standing.
Style, on the other hand, needed no such assistance, hitting a pitch perfect Warcry as she thrust both of her arms out wide, the Blue-Eyed Babe the focus of the world’s attention, which was where she was born to be. Glowering just a little, she spotted Bianchi still streaming on her phone outside the squared circle, more than a little blood boiling between the two.
“Did you catch all that?” Style bowed elaborately for the Apex Nations private audience, effortlessly high jacking their broadcast for her own purposes. “Keep watching, you might finally get your monies worth!!”
She turned about and…
…just barely avoided a Clothesline from Hell, narrowing ducking beneath Darla’s big swing and launched herself into a sprint. Fleet of foot, the Born Iconic Athlete reached the ring ropes and threw herself against them back first, the rubber coated steel snapping taunt and launching her back towards the centre of the squared circle at even greater speed…
….where Darla caught her, the All-Mighty picking her spot and bracing before, with Gloria wide eyed with surprise, she swept the smaller blonde clean off her feet and spun her rapidly upside down. Staying in motion, Diane Davis turned sharply one-eighty and, with Styles noggin tucked between her thighs, the Apex Supreme DROPPED to her knees and PLANTED her opponent into the canvas directly atop her crown.
TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTV6G0ZB1Zc
With a sharp JOLT running the length of the young woman’s spine, Style’s sleek physique turned flaccid and she flopped out across the deck.
Darla immediately covered her, flattening the other athlete to the canvas from head to toe, bosom to bosom whilst she tightly held the smaller blondes’ wrists flat against the mat above her head.
The Official was there to count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…and called it, the All-Mighty Darla Diane Davis ending her first match of the new year in victory.
The FAWNatics booed, but the undisputed leader of the Apex Nation could not have looked more satisfied, grinning as she quickly found her feet and yanked the still groggy Gloria to her knees by her hair.
With Alessandra diligently on hand to capture the best angle, Darla firmly held the softly moaning Style in place by taking a stiff hold of the girl’s chin and turned the young woman’s blank eyed expression to look at her.
“The Born Iconic Athlete?” Diane Davis questioned before, looking unconvinced, she shook her head. She then SLAMMED her already defeated adversary face first back into the canvas, well and truly knocking her out cold, Bianchi’s livestream eating it up.
“Now me?” Darla questioned again before standing tall, smirking and All-Mighty. “Now I am the Apex,” she slowly popped an impressive right bicep flex, before following up with the left. “Supreme.”
She stepped back, letting the whole world drink her in and, as the centre of attention, she had one last declaration to make.
“Deal with it.”
JOANNA JONSON
ELLEN SOLOMON
ARIANNA SOLOMON
…With her shoulders pressed down flat against the mat and her right leg hooked for a pinfall, Joanna lay pliant for the count of…
ONE!
TWO!!
…before kicking out, rolling over onto one side with a pained gasp as she just barely survived for the sixth time tonight.
Either by clerical error or malicious intent, Joanna Jonsons House Show debut had drawn her up against not one, but both of the Solomon Sisters in a handicap match. As a combination of killers who needed no excuse to stack the deck in their own favour, both had taken to the uneven contest with relish, piling on the pressure from the get go, and allowing the rookie no time to recover.
Whilst Ellen, now kneeling, said nothing to the Official following his failure to reach three, the grim glower in her eyes suggested that he do better going forwards. She paid him no further mind before stiffly clubbing a slowly rising Joanna across the back of her neck to keep her pliable and, with methodical motion, bullied the younger woman before turning her about to standing face to face.
Briefly ducking low, the eldest of the Solomons cupped the back of the Crusaders thighs and muscled her up off the canvas, carrying her high enough so the blondes upper body cleared Ellen’s shoulders. Cargo in position, the larger of the two emerald grapplers marched over to her corner just long enough for her sister, Arianna, to complete a tag before she marched back.
The younger of the Solomon Sisters wasted no time, practically diving into the ring and sprinting across the canvas before Arianna reached the opposite corner. She leapt up onto the second turnbuckle before throwing herself backwards, spiralling through the air and WHACKING the positioned Jonson clean across her cheek with a high velocity kick!!
LIFT THEM UP, KNOCK THEM DOWN: @start
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kfODRApyZ74
With her braincase well and truly rattled, Joanna was dropped to the canvas without ceremony, Ellen not even looking back as she exited the ring and left the rookies remains for her sister to devour. Arianna did exactly that, exuberant as she leapt upon her fellow blonde’s flaccid frame, rolling both of her long legs up for a count of…
ONE!
TWO!!
THR…
…and still Joanna survived, the First Knight of the Round Table again shoving up a shoulder, this time with a louder cry.
Arianna was less than sanguine, slapping both of her palms down against the canvas before venting her frustration at the Official, thrusting three fingers in his face to demonstrate her displeasure.
The man in black and white wouldn’t budge and the blonde, entitlement personified, sulked and cursed as she began to drag Jonson to her feet with sharp tugs of her hair. After first making a face at the FAWNatics who were booing her antics, Arianna took a hold of her opponents’ wrists and forced her into her a sprint, propelling her across the ring by way of Irish Whip.
Joanna did as she was bid, turning about at the last moment to hit the ropes across her back before dashing back across the squared circle. Upon returning to sender…
…she ducked low, narrowly avoiding a clothesline that surely could have taken her head off. She kept on running to renewed cheers from the crowd and, for a second time, she rebounded off the ring ropes.
Arianna, now flustered, lined up a second clothesline…
…and again missed, Jonson far to swift as she continued to duck and dodge.
The Crusader was picking up speed, running faster with every step until, this time, she leapt, deftly bounding up to the second ring rope and LAUNCHING herself back off it to sail through the air. She spun herself about and, with expert precision, caught her flat-footed opponent clean across her chest with a beautiful Cross Body Splash!!
Knocked off her boot leather, a winded Arianna crashed down against the deck and the ring rattled from the impact, the taller blonde gagging as she bucked over onto her side.
Joanna, riding her adrenaline, was back on her feet in a flash, pacing a swift half tour of the ring as, after beating her right fist against her chest, she released towards the FAWNatics prolonged and surprisingly loud ROOOOOOAR!! As heart felt as it was pride swelling, the Warcry filled the sold-out arena and was answered in turn by many of those watching.
Both emboldened and amped up, Jonson returned to the flustered Arianna who was, suddenly, apparently very concerned with the integrity of her top, frantically adjusting her ring gear as Joanna zeroed back in on her. The First Knight of the Round Table yanked the youngest Solomon to her feet…
…and was BLINDED by a mouthful of sprayed mist that erupted from between her opponents’ lips!! The Official didn’t see it, but the crowd most certainly did, their cries of fowl falling on deaf ears as, with a stunned yelp, Joanna back peddled away.
She didn’t get far, Arianna, now grinning wickedly was on her in a second, turning her opponent about before curving her into a taunt Dragon Sleeper, the rookie’s chest thrust up towards the rafters as she was forced to stagger towards her opponent’s corner.
Ellen tagged herself back in before, without a great deal of haste, she slid back into the ring and then, ominously, climbed up to the second turnbuckle and sat on the top. With her so positioned, Arianna grasped Joanna by the belt of her ring gear and, with a grunt, lifted her clean up off her boot leather, muscling her sleek physique up and over until she was pressed front to front and upside down against Ellen’s body.
The eldest of the Solomon Sisters wrapped her arms about Joanna’s waist to hold her in place and, after standing up straight, she DROPPED from off her perch and NAILED the crown of the Crusaders skulls deep into the canvas, the crowd GASPING at the sight of the Piledriver.
SECOND TURNBUCKLE PILEDRIVER: @3:00
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JiYfzyGwmZc
A sharp spasm ran the full length of Joanna’s body before she flopped out in a starfish, chest hiking with pained breaths as she lay in a stunned stupor.
Ellen hooked just one of her long legs and glared down the hard camera, waiting for the Official to count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…bringing an end to the Handicap Match.
Tossing her opponents limp limb to one side, Ellen rose to her feet and planted her right boot of Joanna’s groaning body, claiming the victory as though she had achieved it single handed.
Meanwhile, Arianna was striding about the squared circle, smugness incarnate as she belittled any who dared speak out against them.
Victorious yet again, the Solomon Sisters stood ascendent, on course to claim all that had thus far been denied them.
CAROL COURAGE VS. AMANDA DARK
CAROL COURAGE
AMANDA DARK
…For these two veterans of over two decades, tonight there was to be no holding back, both with something to prove in a rivalry that had spanned the world over. Both were laid out across their backs, breathing deeply after already having left it all in the ring and yet, still, at least one of them had find something more to secure victory.
To the disappointment of those watching, it was Dark who finding the will to live first, rising slowly and with a deep grimace, but doing so a full pace or two ahead of her counterpart. With Carol, blinking languidly, only just beginning to roll over, Amanda was crawling over on her hands and knees, an ever-present hangover pounding at her temples as she grit her teeth with a low snarl.
“What the hell are you doing here, Carol?” she exhaled in irritation, pushing up to one knee and beginning to bully the groggy brunette to her feet also. “What is there to still prove?” she demanded with a low tone, twisting the flagging, All-American Heroine into a pretzel until she stood in a pained arch, one arm synched around her throat by way of Dragon Sleeper.
Courage stiffened for just a second, but couldn’t quite bring herself to resist, Amanda locking her hold tight in the middle of the squared circle.
“After what Blassenville did to you,” Dark went on, surprising herself with her own temper. “You should have stayed retired, you should have stayed in Orlando, you should have carried on coaching, you should have rode that gravy train like they begged you to the f*cking end!!”
Amanda twisted, positioned her elbow and them DROPPED, damn near impaling Carol’s exposed heart to the deck with that pointed joint.
DRAGON SLEEPER/ELBOW DROP: @5:35
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qWk1go4TY4
Courage jolted before laying still, and Dark covered for a pinfall…
ONE!
TWO!!
…and Carol kicked out, unwilling to go quietly into the night as the crowd popped.
The Mother of Midnight was feeling less enthusiastic than the sold-out arena, scowling as she grabbed the Woman of Wonder by her head and yanked her up to sitting.
“What is it, Shepard?” Amanda demanded to know with a snarl, resorting to using her old rival’s real name. “You want one last run? One more shot at the Title? It’s over Carol, we’re done, ready to be put out to pasture!”
She continued to yank Courage up to her feet, berating the long time, crowd favourite as she did so.
“Fine, have it your way,” the Storm Reaper was seething through clenched teeth. “I’ll do what no-one else close to you is willing to. I’ll make you see the truth!!”
With Carol set up, Dark reeled back and unleashed an almighty Haymaker…
…which Courage deftly ducked below; Amanda sent spinning a full three-sixty before coming back face-to-face with the World’s Mightiest Mortal. Carol had locked her up in an instant, arms synched about her opponent’s waist before, with an almighty shout, she practically tossed Dark up and over with a stunning Northen Lights Suplex!!
NORTHEN LIGHTS SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xACGmpnvJos
PLANTED against her deck across her shoulders, Amada bucked for a short moment before laying where she was put, Courage pushing herself up into a bridge to secure a…
ONE!
TWO!!
…count, Dark taking her turn to kick out.
“It aint over, till its over,” Carol exhaled deeply, shaking her head as she pushed her way up onto her knees, collecting the winded Dark in short order as she felt ebbs of vitality returning slowly to ger limbs. “And no-one, not even you, gets to decide when that is but me.”
Dark, however, still had other ideas, quickly cradling the back of her opponent’s head as she was forced up to boot leather and dropping right back to her knees, yanking Courage forwards with her and CRACKING her jaw against her noggin.
The All-American Heroine jolted away, cradling her features as she stumbled in a pained half circle.
Her own ears ringing, the self-proclaimed Only Real Deal was exhaling deeply as she powered her way back up to vertical, Amanda glaring as…
…Carol recovered far more swiftly than she had any right too, the Woman of Wonder whipping the crowd into a frenzy as she surged forwards and nearly beheaded her rival with a Clothesline from the Gods. Striking like a thunderbolt, she ripped Dark off her feet and sent her spinning up and over before she landed heavily with a grunt.
Courage was on fire, adrenaline on full blast as, with the crowd roaring, she tugged the reeling, dark haired destroyer to her feet only to stuff the other veterans rattled noggin in deep between her thighs. She then encircled her hips and MUSCLED her up off the deck, releasing a shout that had stirred hearts the world over for more than two decades, flipping Amanda to sitting astride her shoulders. A heartbeat later, she flung her opponents earthwards, PLANTING her into the canvas on the wrong end of a hellacious Powerbomb!!
CLOTHESLINE/POWERBOMB:: @16:20
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7HRlj_CZZ8s
Dark bounced with a deflated GROAN before she was tucked up into the tightest of looking balls, Carol pushing her hips down on Amanda’s upturned booty and pressing her shoulders to the mat for…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…and calling an end to the contest to the delight of the FAWNatics, the All-American Heroine returning to the ring in victory.
Pausing for a moment to check on her old foe, Carol released a short, pained sigh before getting to her feet and finding the closest corner. With the Courage Cavalry in full voice, the Woman of Wonder climbed to the second turnbuckle and thrust both of her fists up into the air, the crowd cheering even louder.
While she was fully prepared to admit that the aches and pains that she was experiencing were far more profound than they had been some two decades earlier, they would not force her to step down.
She was back and, this time, she wouldn’t leave until she was ready to…
GLORIA STYLE VS. DARLA DIANE DAVIS
GLORIA STYLE
DARLA DIANE DAVIS
IRMA IRONS
ALESSANDRA BIANCHI
…The Apex Nation were out in force, the Personification of Pissed Off, Irma Irons, pacing the outside of the ring in a state of perpetual agitation, just waiting for someone to try and intervene whilst the Gorgeous Geek, Alessandra Bianchi, was diligently live streaming the match taking place directly to their private audience.
It was the Apex Supreme, Darla Diane Davis, who was laying claim to her dominion over the Squared Circle and, with Gloria Style on her last legs, it was difficult to disagree with her.
At full speed she collided with the All-American Angel as the slighter blonde stood wedged in one corner, Gloria already winded before being flattened between the onrushing Darla and the turnbuckles. The Avalanche Splash sucked the remaining wind from her sails and, following a heady grunt, Style slumped even further into her prison with a low groan.
Davis didn’t let her stay there, instead pulling the other young women out of the corner and dragging her towards centre ring, Gloria following at a stumble. With seemingly little effort, Darla muscled the Blue-Eyed Babe to lay up across her shoulders, securing her in a Fireman’s Carry to…
…never follow through, Style’s survival instincts kicking in as she slipped down to safety out the back, catching Diane Davis flat footed. Not only that, with the stronger of the two blondes now unsteady, Gloria rode her momentum and tugged her opponent over with her, both dragging her backwards and, with the surprised FAWNatics now cheering, the Born Iconic Athlete rolled the All-Mighty up for a Pin!!
ONE!
TWO!!!
TH…
Darla kicked out, frantically wriggling her limbs as she refused to accept so ignominious a defeat, incensed by how close it had come to pass. She powered up to her feet quickly…
…and was met by a Dropkick for her trouble, knocked backwards onto her ass as she fell heavily into the corner, the crowd finding their voice now that Diane Davis was on the back foot.
DROPKICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GH0KJOndub0
She had no intention of staying that way, inhaling deeply with a look that was thunderous, using the ring ropes to drag herself upwards…
…and, again, right into the resurgent Style’s path, the All-American Angel racing across the ring and, zeroing in on her target, NAILED the Apex Supreme clean across her cheek with a blistering Big Boot, one that damn near took Diane Davis’s head off.
CORNER BIG BOOT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0l7Pui2wr8M
Gloria was on fire, surging with adrenaline as Darla, her head spinning, stumbled away, leaning heavily against the top rope to keep herself standing.
Style, on the other hand, needed no such assistance, hitting a pitch perfect Warcry as she thrust both of her arms out wide, the Blue-Eyed Babe the focus of the world’s attention, which was where she was born to be. Glowering just a little, she spotted Bianchi still streaming on her phone outside the squared circle, more than a little blood boiling between the two.
“Did you catch all that?” Style bowed elaborately for the Apex Nations private audience, effortlessly high jacking their broadcast for her own purposes. “Keep watching, you might finally get your monies worth!!”
She turned about and…
…just barely avoided a Clothesline from Hell, narrowing ducking beneath Darla’s big swing and launched herself into a sprint. Fleet of foot, the Born Iconic Athlete reached the ring ropes and threw herself against them back first, the rubber coated steel snapping taunt and launching her back towards the centre of the squared circle at even greater speed…
….where Darla caught her, the All-Mighty picking her spot and bracing before, with Gloria wide eyed with surprise, she swept the smaller blonde clean off her feet and spun her rapidly upside down. Staying in motion, Diane Davis turned sharply one-eighty and, with Styles noggin tucked between her thighs, the Apex Supreme DROPPED to her knees and PLANTED her opponent into the canvas directly atop her crown.
TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTV6G0ZB1Zc
With a sharp JOLT running the length of the young woman’s spine, Style’s sleek physique turned flaccid and she flopped out across the deck.
Darla immediately covered her, flattening the other athlete to the canvas from head to toe, bosom to bosom whilst she tightly held the smaller blondes’ wrists flat against the mat above her head.
The Official was there to count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…and called it, the All-Mighty Darla Diane Davis ending her first match of the new year in victory.
The FAWNatics booed, but the undisputed leader of the Apex Nation could not have looked more satisfied, grinning as she quickly found her feet and yanked the still groggy Gloria to her knees by her hair.
With Alessandra diligently on hand to capture the best angle, Darla firmly held the softly moaning Style in place by taking a stiff hold of the girl’s chin and turned the young woman’s blank eyed expression to look at her.
“The Born Iconic Athlete?” Diane Davis questioned before, looking unconvinced, she shook her head. She then SLAMMED her already defeated adversary face first back into the canvas, well and truly knocking her out cold, Bianchi’s livestream eating it up.
“Now me?” Darla questioned again before standing tall, smirking and All-Mighty. “Now I am the Apex,” she slowly popped an impressive right bicep flex, before following up with the left. “Supreme.”
She stepped back, letting the whole world drink her in and, as the centre of attention, she had one last declaration to make.
“Deal with it.”