Post by EmmaWoods007 on Feb 10, 2024 15:11:55 GMT
FRANKIE SELLERS
SASCHA SAVARINO
…”NO!” Sascha Savarino protested, slapping her palms down on the apron as she threw an almighty hissy fit outside the ring, laboured in breathing and stamping her foot. “Keep her back!” she demanded of the vaguely exasperated Official, the man in black in white attempting in vain to coax the self-proclaimed, Only Girl of Gold, back into the squared circle.
“NO!” Sascha was having none of it, pacing back and forth with her hands on hips before pointing accusingly in the direction of her adversary for the evening, Frankie Sellers as innocent as could be inside the ring. “I said keep her back! She is cheating!!” she insisted, despite all evidence to the contrary. “She is a… a…. a SCOUNDREL!!”
Frankie, for her part, was growing increasingly impatient, adjusting the shoulder straps of her singlet as she resisted the urge to pace also, her heart beating a mile a minute. As much of veteran as the FAWN staple might be, the petitely packaged brunette found herself swimming in unfamiliar waters, the House Show mainstay and favourite within touching distance of a rare victory… and she could feel the momentum slipping away…
Biting her bottom lip, she looked to the FAWNatics, then to the time-wasting Savarino and then back to the crowd, the chants of the arena urging her to take action….
…and so, she did, turning on the spot and running for the furthest set of ring ropes. She practically threw herself against them and the rubber coated steel rebounded her with a great deal of force, Sellers now sprinting across the deck until, upon zeroing in on her target, she leapt into a sweet as you like Dropkick, one that DRILLED a wide eyed and shocked Savarino clean against her chest between the middle and bottom ropes!!
BASEBALL DROPKICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ov2xiRg4lXQ
As Sascha was sent tumbling away in a winded flailing of limbs, Frankie popped back up to her feet with a spritely bounce and shot her hands up into the air, rallying her troops to issue forth a fresh bout of cheers, the cheerleader well versed in whipping a crowd into a frenzy.
“Sorry,” she apologised to the Official with a smile, returning to the ropes and grasping the top one. “But times a wasting!!”
Without another word, she leaned back as far as she could go before vaulting herself up and over, spinning threw the air and, as she hurtled back down towards earth, caught a slowly rising, blustering Savarino with a gorgeous flying Senton.
Both limber athletes crashed to the floor outside the squared circle in a tangle of arms and legs, and yet Frankie was back to her feet in a flash and whooping out at the crowd, a well-deserved swagger entering her light, bouncy stride. Without even a hint of malice, she peeled her ailing opponent off the barely padded concrete and, at the prompting of the Official, returned the taller girl to the ring, bum rushing her back into it beneath the bottom rope.
She followed quickly after, Sellers in high spirits, catching up to a scrambling Sascha before the gold clad grappler could successfully dart right back out the other side of the squared circle.
“Oh no you don’t,” Frankie scolded, tugging Savarino back and slapping her left palm up tight against her opponents, lacing their fingers together and twisting her wrist sharply. “You’re not clocking out tonight,” she went on to affirm, tugging her blustering adversary along with her to one corner, picking up the pace before she skipped up to the middle turnbuckle and then the top.
She didn’t stop there, Sellers enrapturing the crowd as she walked the tightrope that was the uppermost coil, balancing perfectly for three full strides before she turned about, hopped and then launched herself into the air. She spun around and, in mid-flight, caught Sascha in a tight Front Headlock. Momentum and gravity then teamed up to do most of the work, ripping Savarino off her feet as Frankie flung herself backwards, NAILING the crown of her opponent DEEP into the plywood!!
SPRINGBOARD TORNADO DDT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YIila1DcM5k
A sharp JOLT ran the length of Sascha’s spine and, for a second, her entire posture was ramrod straight before she slumped out in a heap.
Frankie rolled her over but didn’t go for a pinfall, the veteran instead popping straight back up to her feet and yelling “THE SKIES THE LIMIT!?!”
For the FAWNATICS to cry back, “THERE ARE NO LIMITS!!”
She shot back off to one corner, practically bounding her way to the top turnbuckle, taking a short second to spy a glance over her left shoulder before ducking low and then HURLING herself skywards. The crowd ate it up as she spiralled and turned an impossible number of times before coming down to SPLASH, tummy to tummy, down upon Sascha!!
CORKSCREW MOONSAULT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JhhK2LWBCh0
Both of Savarino’s long gams jack knifed into the air as she expelled a great groan, Sellers on point to capture one of them before they could flop back out across the canvas, curling Sascha up tight for a count of…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…and Frankie SPRUNG back up to her feet, practically overcome with visible relief as, joyfully, one the industries great underdogs enjoyed a rare victory.
The crowd joined her in celebration, fusing their voices with hers and, beaming with pride, she thrust her left hand up and the Official raised her right, her music playing over the loud speakers.
“Love you, Allie!” Sellers blew a kiss to her long-time tag partner down the hard camera before returning to saluting the sold-out arena with pride, her future, for this very moment at least, looking brighter than before.
SASCHA SAVARINO
…”NO!” Sascha Savarino protested, slapping her palms down on the apron as she threw an almighty hissy fit outside the ring, laboured in breathing and stamping her foot. “Keep her back!” she demanded of the vaguely exasperated Official, the man in black in white attempting in vain to coax the self-proclaimed, Only Girl of Gold, back into the squared circle.
“NO!” Sascha was having none of it, pacing back and forth with her hands on hips before pointing accusingly in the direction of her adversary for the evening, Frankie Sellers as innocent as could be inside the ring. “I said keep her back! She is cheating!!” she insisted, despite all evidence to the contrary. “She is a… a…. a SCOUNDREL!!”
Frankie, for her part, was growing increasingly impatient, adjusting the shoulder straps of her singlet as she resisted the urge to pace also, her heart beating a mile a minute. As much of veteran as the FAWN staple might be, the petitely packaged brunette found herself swimming in unfamiliar waters, the House Show mainstay and favourite within touching distance of a rare victory… and she could feel the momentum slipping away…
Biting her bottom lip, she looked to the FAWNatics, then to the time-wasting Savarino and then back to the crowd, the chants of the arena urging her to take action….
…and so, she did, turning on the spot and running for the furthest set of ring ropes. She practically threw herself against them and the rubber coated steel rebounded her with a great deal of force, Sellers now sprinting across the deck until, upon zeroing in on her target, she leapt into a sweet as you like Dropkick, one that DRILLED a wide eyed and shocked Savarino clean against her chest between the middle and bottom ropes!!
BASEBALL DROPKICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ov2xiRg4lXQ
As Sascha was sent tumbling away in a winded flailing of limbs, Frankie popped back up to her feet with a spritely bounce and shot her hands up into the air, rallying her troops to issue forth a fresh bout of cheers, the cheerleader well versed in whipping a crowd into a frenzy.
“Sorry,” she apologised to the Official with a smile, returning to the ropes and grasping the top one. “But times a wasting!!”
Without another word, she leaned back as far as she could go before vaulting herself up and over, spinning threw the air and, as she hurtled back down towards earth, caught a slowly rising, blustering Savarino with a gorgeous flying Senton.
Both limber athletes crashed to the floor outside the squared circle in a tangle of arms and legs, and yet Frankie was back to her feet in a flash and whooping out at the crowd, a well-deserved swagger entering her light, bouncy stride. Without even a hint of malice, she peeled her ailing opponent off the barely padded concrete and, at the prompting of the Official, returned the taller girl to the ring, bum rushing her back into it beneath the bottom rope.
She followed quickly after, Sellers in high spirits, catching up to a scrambling Sascha before the gold clad grappler could successfully dart right back out the other side of the squared circle.
“Oh no you don’t,” Frankie scolded, tugging Savarino back and slapping her left palm up tight against her opponents, lacing their fingers together and twisting her wrist sharply. “You’re not clocking out tonight,” she went on to affirm, tugging her blustering adversary along with her to one corner, picking up the pace before she skipped up to the middle turnbuckle and then the top.
She didn’t stop there, Sellers enrapturing the crowd as she walked the tightrope that was the uppermost coil, balancing perfectly for three full strides before she turned about, hopped and then launched herself into the air. She spun around and, in mid-flight, caught Sascha in a tight Front Headlock. Momentum and gravity then teamed up to do most of the work, ripping Savarino off her feet as Frankie flung herself backwards, NAILING the crown of her opponent DEEP into the plywood!!
SPRINGBOARD TORNADO DDT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YIila1DcM5k
A sharp JOLT ran the length of Sascha’s spine and, for a second, her entire posture was ramrod straight before she slumped out in a heap.
Frankie rolled her over but didn’t go for a pinfall, the veteran instead popping straight back up to her feet and yelling “THE SKIES THE LIMIT!?!”
For the FAWNATICS to cry back, “THERE ARE NO LIMITS!!”
She shot back off to one corner, practically bounding her way to the top turnbuckle, taking a short second to spy a glance over her left shoulder before ducking low and then HURLING herself skywards. The crowd ate it up as she spiralled and turned an impossible number of times before coming down to SPLASH, tummy to tummy, down upon Sascha!!
CORKSCREW MOONSAULT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JhhK2LWBCh0
Both of Savarino’s long gams jack knifed into the air as she expelled a great groan, Sellers on point to capture one of them before they could flop back out across the canvas, curling Sascha up tight for a count of…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…and Frankie SPRUNG back up to her feet, practically overcome with visible relief as, joyfully, one the industries great underdogs enjoyed a rare victory.
The crowd joined her in celebration, fusing their voices with hers and, beaming with pride, she thrust her left hand up and the Official raised her right, her music playing over the loud speakers.
“Love you, Allie!” Sellers blew a kiss to her long-time tag partner down the hard camera before returning to saluting the sold-out arena with pride, her future, for this very moment at least, looking brighter than before.