Post by EmmaWoods007 on Feb 8, 2024 12:03:00 GMT
ALISON ATLANTIC VS. ELLEN SOLOMON
ALISON ATLANTIC
ELLEN SOLOMON
ARIANNA SOLOMON
…Given the outcome of their previous encounter, perhaps the Solomon Sisters should have expected the Lean Marine to come back out at them all gun’s firing. As it was, Alison had been able to dictate a great deal of tonight’s contest, riding out Ellen’s retaliations and keeping the bigger woman on the back foot.
Just like in this moment, Atlantic launching herself off the ropes and sprinting across the ring, the bigger woman that she shared the squared circle with only just barely able to zero in on her position before the blonde leapt into the air, catching the Emerald Empress clean across her shoulders with a gorgeous lariat. The elder of the Solomon Sisters went down hard, hitting the deck with a grunt as the plywood flexed beneath her rapidly descending, one-hundred-and-thirty-five pound frame.
She was able to rise relatively quickly, but Alison was still on her, the Lean Marine a manifestation of efficiency as she collected her adversary in a side headlock and YANKED her upper body forwards. Still disoriented from being knocked off her feet, there was little that she could do to prevent her forehead being CRACKED down against Atlantic’s posted knee, Alison repeating the process for a second time in as many seconds, the crowd whooping in excitement throughout the flurry of offence.
Staggering, Ellen briefly dropped down to one knee, her whole world spinning in a kaleidoscope of colours even as, with a stern grimace, she forced herself to sway back up to boot leather.
Perhaps it would have been better if she hadn’t as, like a shot, the Babe of Battle returned at her full force, once again rebounding off the ring ropes and, raising one of her long legs, she WHACKED the taller woman clean across her cheek with a terrific, leaping kick!!
CROSS ATLANTIC STRIKE: @21:20
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-xyRuTqyR_8
Ellen toppled to the deck and Atlantic wasted not a second, rolling her over and collecting one leg for a Pinfall…
ONE!
TWO!!
…and Solomon kicked out, displaying a degree of endurance that had been lacking for much of her career.
Atlantic displayed no disappointment, only resolve as she returned to her feet, taking a moment to beat a quick march about one half of the ring, adjusting the straps of her singlet as she did so.
“STAND UP!!” she called out to the FAWNatics, rallying her brigade into a greater state of frenzy.
“RECOGNISE!!” they shouted, many in attendance saluting the All-American Athlete as she prepared to resume her assault.
Meanwhile, outside the ring, Arianna didn’t like where this was going, the crimson clad blonde fretting and demanding the Official take action on non-existent offences. Finally, she decided to take matters into her own hands, leaping up onto the apron and…
…eating a STIFF forearm to the side of her noggin for her troubles, Alison arriving at great speed to keep the youngest of the Solomon Sisters where she belonged, outside the contest.
With Arianna sent tumbling from the apron to the barely padded concrete, Atlantic took just one moment longer to warn her sternly, “Stay out of it.”
Arianna stared back her with venom, massaging her jaw, and Alison put her out of mind, turning about and…
…GASPING as Ellen, back on her feet, GRABBED her by the throat and squeezed with her right hand, the sold-out arena raising their voices in immediate alarm.
Three inches taller, the elder of the Solomon Sisters stoically glared down into the now wide, baby blue peepers of the beloved, Patriot Princess before POWERING the finally ensnared blonde in her grasp high up into the air. A moment later, she threw her back down, SLAMMING the Flag Attired Beauty onto the canvas with enough force to shake the ring.
CHOKE SLAM: @5:11
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wC_EOVB_yk
Jolting back up to sitting, Alison shellshocked to her core, she would have flopped over had Ellen not displayed zero mercy, recollecting her in short order and dragging her to her feet. Without ceremony, she tugged the young woman forwards and wedged her head in tight between her strong thighs. She underhooked both of Atlantic’s arms soon after and, after bracing her stance, Solomon muscled the Lean Marine off her feet until she hung precariously upside down with the canvas.
Ellen DROPPED to her knees, NAILING the crown of the blonde’s head into the mat with enough force to turn anyone’s lights off, a sharp spasm running the full length of Alison’s sleek frame before she flopped out front first across the deck. She showed few signs of life as she was rolled over and Ellen collected both of her slack, long legs to roll her up into a tight ball, pert buttocks thrust upwards towards the ceiling as the Official dropped down to the deck to count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…the bell quickly confirming the Emerald Empress as the winner.
The FAWNatics deflated but Arianna, quickly sliding into the ring, could not have been happier, a one-woman cheering section as she mocked the packed crowd for their disappointment.
Ellen, dispassionate despite her victory, released her vanquished adversaries’ athletic stems only to grab the dazed, All-American Athlete by her prized mane, dragging her to her feet and tossing her in the direction of her little sister.
Arianna couldn’t have been happier to collect, the smug blonde giddy in fact, still sore from her defeat at the hands of the Lean Marine a week earlier. She eagerly took her turn to stuff Alison’s head between her own thighs and, after underhooking both of the young woman’s now all too pliant arms, rode the wave of boos from the packed arena as she dropped to her knees, planting the already defeated Atlantic back into the deck, albeit this time face first.
The Patriot Princess, following both of her legs kicking out, slumped into a puddle, practically boneless as Arianna paraded around her.
Ellen, not paying a great deal of attention to her sisters antics, instead zeroed in on the nearest camera, her expression apathetic.
“You need to start listening,” she announced down the lens, speaking to anyone, everyone in the Locker Room and beyond. “You all need to start listening. We are not a side show. We are the Solomon Sisters, do you understand? We. Are. Inevitable.”
ALISON ATLANTIC
ELLEN SOLOMON
ARIANNA SOLOMON
…Given the outcome of their previous encounter, perhaps the Solomon Sisters should have expected the Lean Marine to come back out at them all gun’s firing. As it was, Alison had been able to dictate a great deal of tonight’s contest, riding out Ellen’s retaliations and keeping the bigger woman on the back foot.
Just like in this moment, Atlantic launching herself off the ropes and sprinting across the ring, the bigger woman that she shared the squared circle with only just barely able to zero in on her position before the blonde leapt into the air, catching the Emerald Empress clean across her shoulders with a gorgeous lariat. The elder of the Solomon Sisters went down hard, hitting the deck with a grunt as the plywood flexed beneath her rapidly descending, one-hundred-and-thirty-five pound frame.
She was able to rise relatively quickly, but Alison was still on her, the Lean Marine a manifestation of efficiency as she collected her adversary in a side headlock and YANKED her upper body forwards. Still disoriented from being knocked off her feet, there was little that she could do to prevent her forehead being CRACKED down against Atlantic’s posted knee, Alison repeating the process for a second time in as many seconds, the crowd whooping in excitement throughout the flurry of offence.
Staggering, Ellen briefly dropped down to one knee, her whole world spinning in a kaleidoscope of colours even as, with a stern grimace, she forced herself to sway back up to boot leather.
Perhaps it would have been better if she hadn’t as, like a shot, the Babe of Battle returned at her full force, once again rebounding off the ring ropes and, raising one of her long legs, she WHACKED the taller woman clean across her cheek with a terrific, leaping kick!!
CROSS ATLANTIC STRIKE: @21:20
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-xyRuTqyR_8
Ellen toppled to the deck and Atlantic wasted not a second, rolling her over and collecting one leg for a Pinfall…
ONE!
TWO!!
…and Solomon kicked out, displaying a degree of endurance that had been lacking for much of her career.
Atlantic displayed no disappointment, only resolve as she returned to her feet, taking a moment to beat a quick march about one half of the ring, adjusting the straps of her singlet as she did so.
“STAND UP!!” she called out to the FAWNatics, rallying her brigade into a greater state of frenzy.
“RECOGNISE!!” they shouted, many in attendance saluting the All-American Athlete as she prepared to resume her assault.
Meanwhile, outside the ring, Arianna didn’t like where this was going, the crimson clad blonde fretting and demanding the Official take action on non-existent offences. Finally, she decided to take matters into her own hands, leaping up onto the apron and…
…eating a STIFF forearm to the side of her noggin for her troubles, Alison arriving at great speed to keep the youngest of the Solomon Sisters where she belonged, outside the contest.
With Arianna sent tumbling from the apron to the barely padded concrete, Atlantic took just one moment longer to warn her sternly, “Stay out of it.”
Arianna stared back her with venom, massaging her jaw, and Alison put her out of mind, turning about and…
…GASPING as Ellen, back on her feet, GRABBED her by the throat and squeezed with her right hand, the sold-out arena raising their voices in immediate alarm.
Three inches taller, the elder of the Solomon Sisters stoically glared down into the now wide, baby blue peepers of the beloved, Patriot Princess before POWERING the finally ensnared blonde in her grasp high up into the air. A moment later, she threw her back down, SLAMMING the Flag Attired Beauty onto the canvas with enough force to shake the ring.
CHOKE SLAM: @5:11
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wC_EOVB_yk
Jolting back up to sitting, Alison shellshocked to her core, she would have flopped over had Ellen not displayed zero mercy, recollecting her in short order and dragging her to her feet. Without ceremony, she tugged the young woman forwards and wedged her head in tight between her strong thighs. She underhooked both of Atlantic’s arms soon after and, after bracing her stance, Solomon muscled the Lean Marine off her feet until she hung precariously upside down with the canvas.
Ellen DROPPED to her knees, NAILING the crown of the blonde’s head into the mat with enough force to turn anyone’s lights off, a sharp spasm running the full length of Alison’s sleek frame before she flopped out front first across the deck. She showed few signs of life as she was rolled over and Ellen collected both of her slack, long legs to roll her up into a tight ball, pert buttocks thrust upwards towards the ceiling as the Official dropped down to the deck to count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…the bell quickly confirming the Emerald Empress as the winner.
The FAWNatics deflated but Arianna, quickly sliding into the ring, could not have been happier, a one-woman cheering section as she mocked the packed crowd for their disappointment.
Ellen, dispassionate despite her victory, released her vanquished adversaries’ athletic stems only to grab the dazed, All-American Athlete by her prized mane, dragging her to her feet and tossing her in the direction of her little sister.
Arianna couldn’t have been happier to collect, the smug blonde giddy in fact, still sore from her defeat at the hands of the Lean Marine a week earlier. She eagerly took her turn to stuff Alison’s head between her own thighs and, after underhooking both of the young woman’s now all too pliant arms, rode the wave of boos from the packed arena as she dropped to her knees, planting the already defeated Atlantic back into the deck, albeit this time face first.
The Patriot Princess, following both of her legs kicking out, slumped into a puddle, practically boneless as Arianna paraded around her.
Ellen, not paying a great deal of attention to her sisters antics, instead zeroed in on the nearest camera, her expression apathetic.
“You need to start listening,” she announced down the lens, speaking to anyone, everyone in the Locker Room and beyond. “You all need to start listening. We are not a side show. We are the Solomon Sisters, do you understand? We. Are. Inevitable.”