Post by EmmaWoods007 on Feb 11, 2024 13:11:34 GMT
JOANNA JONSON
STELLA SILVER
…With Joanna Jonson slumped back in one corner, she could scarcely bring herself to raise her head before Stella Silver returned at full force, slamming the entirety of her one hundred- and thirty-five-pound frame flat up against the sleeker blondes ailing physique. Joanna GRUNTED, sliding back against the turnbuckles even more following the Splash of Avalanche proportions, soon sitting on the middle pad as she struggled for fresh breadth.
“Are we learning one’s place yet?” the Platinum Queen chided, filled with cruel mirth as she pulled back on her fellow countrywoman’s dirty blonde hair, Joanna wincing back at her with a defiant scowl. Stella SLAPPED her across the cheek for her temerity and, with the Official edging closer to potentially issue a reprimand, Silver took the subdued Brit by her wrist and peeled her out of the corner.
“You should have observed the map with greater detail,” Stella reprimanded as if speaking to a dim-witted child, the duo approaching centre ring. Once there, the Solid Gold Athlete slipped her arms slowly about the pliant hips of the First Knight of the Round Table before SNAPPING a Bearhug tight, “Here there be Dragons!!”
Joanna GROOOOOOANED even more, her head snapping back on her shoulders as her whole posture stiffened, struggling for air that would not be coming as she squirmed. Silver flexed and constricted and there was no give to be found in her steel corded biceps, sharp, severe pulses popping the emerald clad athlete up on to her tip toes.
Stella shook her out once, twice, turning slowly on the spot before doing so a third and forth time, relishing her superiority as Joanna began slackened by the second, the Lionheart succumbing to her embrace.
Joanna tensed, feeling her strength ebbing, bringing her eyes up to meet those of her stronger counterpart, she pushed back on the woman’s unflinching shoulders…
…before switching tact, reaching up with both hands and grabbing Silver’s ears and TWISTING them as far as they would go!!
With a YOWL, Stella released her captive and instinctively backed away, cheeks reddening with fury as she cradled her head.
Just barely preventing herself from toppling over, her abused body flooded with relief, Joanna surged back into the breach, the crowd popping for the newly transplanted grappler as she booted Silver in her exposed gut. Stella folded forwards and Jonson collected her, the Lionheart pulling her in and securing a solid Front Headlock.
Slinging one of her new adversaries’ arms over her shoulder, she grasped a fistful of Silver’s singlet by the hip, and prepared to haul her lower body off the canvas. To the disappointment of those watching, she couldn’t quite wrench her up into the air, her ravaged spine protesting, and she was forced to set her back down.
Joanna quickly attempted a second time, grimacing with effort and, while she managed to lift her adversary a little higher, she was still forced to set her down.
A third time, Jonson steeled her resolve, her features set with determination and then….
…with an almighty ROAR, Joanna succeeded in powering Stella skywards, the FAWNatics filled with good cheer as the young woman tossed her opponent up and over with a stunning Suplex, slamming Silver down against the mat across her back and shoulders.
She didn’t go for a pinfall, not yet, the First Knight of the Round Table tugging the Platinum Queen off the deck, and pulling her up to kneeling.
“You’re no Dragon,” Jonson exhaled deeply before, still grasping her new rivals’ wrist, she LAUNCHED herself forwards, CRACKING the penitent, Solid Gold Athlete clean across her jaw with one of the most blistering knee strikes in wrestling.
DRAGON SLAYER: @2:56
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dkAE9eieHRI
With her head snapping sideways, Silver flopped to the canvas in a heap, Joanna quickly covering her for a count of…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…before she exhaled in relief, the sound of the bell confirming her victory.
“You’re just in the way,” Jonson shot back before pulling herself up to sitting, spinal chord still thrashing and her expression soon became stern. With the packed crowd cheering, Joanna found her feet and, after adjusting her ring gear the Lionheart secured for herself a microphone and marched to the hard camera.
“Solomon,” she directed down he lens. “Ellen, Arianna, both, I don’t care,” she made her ultimatum, those watching enraptured. “You think you can just use me as a springboard?” she paused for effect before the Brit set her jaw in a hard line. “You think you can just…”
…she never finished her sentence, not with the warning of the crowd coming far too late to prevent a red faced, resurgent and indignant Stella Silver from WHACKING her across the back of her head!!
Ambushed, shellshocked, stunned to her core, the First Knight of the Round Table would have toppled forwards had an incensed Platinum Queen not prevented her.
“I will NOT be ignored!!” Stella raged as she tugged her knock-kneed adversary back towards centre ring before folding her forwards and threading one of the young woman’s own arms between her thighs to secure a Pumphandle. After hooking Joanna’s other arm, just as the emerald clad battler was starting to regain her senses, Silver near effortlessly ripped the ailing Jonson off the deck before flipping her over and then CRASHING her back down to earth across her spine, the impact rattling the woodwork and driving every ounce of air from her young body!!
STELLA BOMB
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O006u0mfCOE
Joanna flopped out in a heap, moaning with soft hikes of her pert bosom as she was, quite suddenly, the victor of tonight’s contest in name only, a silently fuming, Solid Gold Athlete towering over her crumpled form.
“Your eyes belong on me, little knight,” Stella scowled, her posture rigid as she trembled with barely repressed rage. “All eyes belong ON ME!!”
STELLA SILVER
…With Joanna Jonson slumped back in one corner, she could scarcely bring herself to raise her head before Stella Silver returned at full force, slamming the entirety of her one hundred- and thirty-five-pound frame flat up against the sleeker blondes ailing physique. Joanna GRUNTED, sliding back against the turnbuckles even more following the Splash of Avalanche proportions, soon sitting on the middle pad as she struggled for fresh breadth.
“Are we learning one’s place yet?” the Platinum Queen chided, filled with cruel mirth as she pulled back on her fellow countrywoman’s dirty blonde hair, Joanna wincing back at her with a defiant scowl. Stella SLAPPED her across the cheek for her temerity and, with the Official edging closer to potentially issue a reprimand, Silver took the subdued Brit by her wrist and peeled her out of the corner.
“You should have observed the map with greater detail,” Stella reprimanded as if speaking to a dim-witted child, the duo approaching centre ring. Once there, the Solid Gold Athlete slipped her arms slowly about the pliant hips of the First Knight of the Round Table before SNAPPING a Bearhug tight, “Here there be Dragons!!”
Joanna GROOOOOOANED even more, her head snapping back on her shoulders as her whole posture stiffened, struggling for air that would not be coming as she squirmed. Silver flexed and constricted and there was no give to be found in her steel corded biceps, sharp, severe pulses popping the emerald clad athlete up on to her tip toes.
Stella shook her out once, twice, turning slowly on the spot before doing so a third and forth time, relishing her superiority as Joanna began slackened by the second, the Lionheart succumbing to her embrace.
Joanna tensed, feeling her strength ebbing, bringing her eyes up to meet those of her stronger counterpart, she pushed back on the woman’s unflinching shoulders…
…before switching tact, reaching up with both hands and grabbing Silver’s ears and TWISTING them as far as they would go!!
With a YOWL, Stella released her captive and instinctively backed away, cheeks reddening with fury as she cradled her head.
Just barely preventing herself from toppling over, her abused body flooded with relief, Joanna surged back into the breach, the crowd popping for the newly transplanted grappler as she booted Silver in her exposed gut. Stella folded forwards and Jonson collected her, the Lionheart pulling her in and securing a solid Front Headlock.
Slinging one of her new adversaries’ arms over her shoulder, she grasped a fistful of Silver’s singlet by the hip, and prepared to haul her lower body off the canvas. To the disappointment of those watching, she couldn’t quite wrench her up into the air, her ravaged spine protesting, and she was forced to set her back down.
Joanna quickly attempted a second time, grimacing with effort and, while she managed to lift her adversary a little higher, she was still forced to set her down.
A third time, Jonson steeled her resolve, her features set with determination and then….
…with an almighty ROAR, Joanna succeeded in powering Stella skywards, the FAWNatics filled with good cheer as the young woman tossed her opponent up and over with a stunning Suplex, slamming Silver down against the mat across her back and shoulders.
She didn’t go for a pinfall, not yet, the First Knight of the Round Table tugging the Platinum Queen off the deck, and pulling her up to kneeling.
“You’re no Dragon,” Jonson exhaled deeply before, still grasping her new rivals’ wrist, she LAUNCHED herself forwards, CRACKING the penitent, Solid Gold Athlete clean across her jaw with one of the most blistering knee strikes in wrestling.
DRAGON SLAYER: @2:56
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dkAE9eieHRI
With her head snapping sideways, Silver flopped to the canvas in a heap, Joanna quickly covering her for a count of…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…before she exhaled in relief, the sound of the bell confirming her victory.
“You’re just in the way,” Jonson shot back before pulling herself up to sitting, spinal chord still thrashing and her expression soon became stern. With the packed crowd cheering, Joanna found her feet and, after adjusting her ring gear the Lionheart secured for herself a microphone and marched to the hard camera.
“Solomon,” she directed down he lens. “Ellen, Arianna, both, I don’t care,” she made her ultimatum, those watching enraptured. “You think you can just use me as a springboard?” she paused for effect before the Brit set her jaw in a hard line. “You think you can just…”
…she never finished her sentence, not with the warning of the crowd coming far too late to prevent a red faced, resurgent and indignant Stella Silver from WHACKING her across the back of her head!!
Ambushed, shellshocked, stunned to her core, the First Knight of the Round Table would have toppled forwards had an incensed Platinum Queen not prevented her.
“I will NOT be ignored!!” Stella raged as she tugged her knock-kneed adversary back towards centre ring before folding her forwards and threading one of the young woman’s own arms between her thighs to secure a Pumphandle. After hooking Joanna’s other arm, just as the emerald clad battler was starting to regain her senses, Silver near effortlessly ripped the ailing Jonson off the deck before flipping her over and then CRASHING her back down to earth across her spine, the impact rattling the woodwork and driving every ounce of air from her young body!!
STELLA BOMB
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O006u0mfCOE
Joanna flopped out in a heap, moaning with soft hikes of her pert bosom as she was, quite suddenly, the victor of tonight’s contest in name only, a silently fuming, Solid Gold Athlete towering over her crumpled form.
“Your eyes belong on me, little knight,” Stella scowled, her posture rigid as she trembled with barely repressed rage. “All eyes belong ON ME!!”