Post by hawkeye on Jun 4, 2024 2:04:53 GMT
The cameras had yet to start rolling when…
MONSTER – FEMALE VERSION
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWViX8-4uaI
…erupted over the loud speakers, heralding the arrival of Selena Douglas who wasted little time on ceremony as she pushed through the curtains and immediately marched down the ramp with singular purpose. It was not uncommon for the roster of FAWN ladies to enjoy a beverage or two, but they rarely did it on their way to the ring, the reprobate downing the remaining contents of a bottle before callously tossing it over the railing and into the crowd, one that greeted her with an avalanche of boos.
SELENA DOUGLAS
Five foot four and now one hundred and twenty-five pounds, the firmly built dirty blonde and frequent convict was as powerfully built as a Lightweight could hope to be without tipping the scales into the next division, and she revelled in being a big fish in this particular pond.
Irritation writ plain as day across her features, she scowled at every camera she passed that wasn’t broadcasting, her match for tonight not even televised, [i[merely[/i] an exercise in warming up the crowd. She snorted, sharply rolling her right shoulder and then left before taking an unexpected detour, circling the entirety of the ring before reaching the Time Keepers area.
Shoving him aside, Selena straight up stole his steel chair, snapping it shut before taking it with her into the squared circle.
Those in attendance, unsurprisingly, voiced their collective concern as to what she had in mind, the Official thankfully being among them.
“Selena,” he attempted to interject. “You can’t…”
“What?” she shot in his direction, snapping the chair back open and setting it down in her chosen corner. “I can’t have a seat? What a fucking gentleman.”
She sat herself down a moment later, folding her arms and daring him to make her move.
Hesitating, the man in black and white came to a decision, “Alright, fine, but it’s gone once the match starts, ok?”
Selena didn’t answer, an already sour expression curdling further.
Realising that was the best that he was going to get, the Official moved matters along.
OH MY MY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JJQ-DIp8hmw
…burst into life over the loud speakers, heralding the arrival of one of FAWNS favourite families, the youngest of the Sinclair’s, Scarlet. Reacting appropriately, the crowd were suddenly in good cheer as, like a bullet, she shot through the curtains and tore down the aisle at a brisk, spritely pace. Just as she reached the apron, she slammed on the brakes, skidding to an abrupt stop and, mischief made manifest, made eye contact with Selena and decided to make her wait just a little longer, smirking as she turned right ways and began an enthusiastic tour around the ring.
SCARLET SINCLAIR
Five foot two and one hundred and ten pounds of perfectly packaged, petite Brit, she briskly slapped outstretched palms, pointing out the signs that she especially approved of and, after spotting the cutest boy in the front rows, offered him a backstage pass for later that evening. Taking her time to run the full length of the barricades, and to knock the headphones off the head of one commentator, she picked out one last spectator in particular and asked the young teen if she liked Scarlet’s kitty ears accessory?
When the starstruck fan nodded in the affirmative, Sinclair popped off the headband and placed it on the fans noggin, making the girls entire day before shooting off.
Returning back to start, she deftly hopped up onto the apron before quickly ducking in between the top and middle ropes, spinning on the spot and…
…EATING the entirely of a WICKED chair shot directly to her forehead.
The crowd GASPED before erupting into a cascade of shock and horror as the CRACK!! echoed across the arena, Selena striking with far greater speed than anyone would have expected, a wolf going for the throat!!
Scarlet went down hard, her lights already out before she hit the canvas, Douglas towering over her prone, sleek physique with expression thunderous.
Selena wasn’t finished, rearing her weapon of choice back and WHACKING it down upon the exposed shoulders of the petitely packaged, Mischief Maiden one, two, THREE times!!
The Official attempted to move in, but it was already far too late, the reprobate tossing the buckled chair aside towards the middle of the ring before she shoved past him.
“YOU SEE THAT!?!” she yelled as she thrust an accusatory, aggressive finger towards the Directors Box positioned high above the crowd. “YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS!?! YOU WASTE MY TIME!!” she spread her arms out wide, encompassing the camera’s that weren’t even rolling. “I WASTE YOURS!!”
She turned back to Scarlet, grabbing the docile young woman by her wrist and dragging her towards centre ring, regardless of the protests of the man in black and white and the pleading of the masses for her stop. Selena didn’t care, tugging the rag dolled little Brit back up to boot leather only to keep her folded forwards and shove her head in tight between the thighs. Encircling the other young woman’s quivering, trim tummy, Douglas braced herself and then, near effortlessly, powered Scarlet off the deck until she was suspended upside down.
She dropped a heartbeat later, NAILING the Youngest of the Sinclair’s crown first into the steel chair, savagely compressing the vertebrae of her neck and forcing a spasm to run the full length of her athletic frame.
Released, Scarlet flopped out across the matt, right leg twitching every few seconds to betray a sign of lingering life.
Selena left her there, expression still thunderous as she marched her way out of the ring without a second look back.
There had been no match.
There had been no contest.
But, in her mind, she had made her fucking point.
MONSTER – FEMALE VERSION
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWViX8-4uaI
…erupted over the loud speakers, heralding the arrival of Selena Douglas who wasted little time on ceremony as she pushed through the curtains and immediately marched down the ramp with singular purpose. It was not uncommon for the roster of FAWN ladies to enjoy a beverage or two, but they rarely did it on their way to the ring, the reprobate downing the remaining contents of a bottle before callously tossing it over the railing and into the crowd, one that greeted her with an avalanche of boos.
SELENA DOUGLAS
Five foot four and now one hundred and twenty-five pounds, the firmly built dirty blonde and frequent convict was as powerfully built as a Lightweight could hope to be without tipping the scales into the next division, and she revelled in being a big fish in this particular pond.
Irritation writ plain as day across her features, she scowled at every camera she passed that wasn’t broadcasting, her match for tonight not even televised, [i[merely[/i] an exercise in warming up the crowd. She snorted, sharply rolling her right shoulder and then left before taking an unexpected detour, circling the entirety of the ring before reaching the Time Keepers area.
Shoving him aside, Selena straight up stole his steel chair, snapping it shut before taking it with her into the squared circle.
Those in attendance, unsurprisingly, voiced their collective concern as to what she had in mind, the Official thankfully being among them.
“Selena,” he attempted to interject. “You can’t…”
“What?” she shot in his direction, snapping the chair back open and setting it down in her chosen corner. “I can’t have a seat? What a fucking gentleman.”
She sat herself down a moment later, folding her arms and daring him to make her move.
Hesitating, the man in black and white came to a decision, “Alright, fine, but it’s gone once the match starts, ok?”
Selena didn’t answer, an already sour expression curdling further.
Realising that was the best that he was going to get, the Official moved matters along.
OH MY MY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JJQ-DIp8hmw
…burst into life over the loud speakers, heralding the arrival of one of FAWNS favourite families, the youngest of the Sinclair’s, Scarlet. Reacting appropriately, the crowd were suddenly in good cheer as, like a bullet, she shot through the curtains and tore down the aisle at a brisk, spritely pace. Just as she reached the apron, she slammed on the brakes, skidding to an abrupt stop and, mischief made manifest, made eye contact with Selena and decided to make her wait just a little longer, smirking as she turned right ways and began an enthusiastic tour around the ring.
SCARLET SINCLAIR
Five foot two and one hundred and ten pounds of perfectly packaged, petite Brit, she briskly slapped outstretched palms, pointing out the signs that she especially approved of and, after spotting the cutest boy in the front rows, offered him a backstage pass for later that evening. Taking her time to run the full length of the barricades, and to knock the headphones off the head of one commentator, she picked out one last spectator in particular and asked the young teen if she liked Scarlet’s kitty ears accessory?
When the starstruck fan nodded in the affirmative, Sinclair popped off the headband and placed it on the fans noggin, making the girls entire day before shooting off.
Returning back to start, she deftly hopped up onto the apron before quickly ducking in between the top and middle ropes, spinning on the spot and…
…EATING the entirely of a WICKED chair shot directly to her forehead.
The crowd GASPED before erupting into a cascade of shock and horror as the CRACK!! echoed across the arena, Selena striking with far greater speed than anyone would have expected, a wolf going for the throat!!
Scarlet went down hard, her lights already out before she hit the canvas, Douglas towering over her prone, sleek physique with expression thunderous.
Selena wasn’t finished, rearing her weapon of choice back and WHACKING it down upon the exposed shoulders of the petitely packaged, Mischief Maiden one, two, THREE times!!
The Official attempted to move in, but it was already far too late, the reprobate tossing the buckled chair aside towards the middle of the ring before she shoved past him.
“YOU SEE THAT!?!” she yelled as she thrust an accusatory, aggressive finger towards the Directors Box positioned high above the crowd. “YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS!?! YOU WASTE MY TIME!!” she spread her arms out wide, encompassing the camera’s that weren’t even rolling. “I WASTE YOURS!!”
She turned back to Scarlet, grabbing the docile young woman by her wrist and dragging her towards centre ring, regardless of the protests of the man in black and white and the pleading of the masses for her stop. Selena didn’t care, tugging the rag dolled little Brit back up to boot leather only to keep her folded forwards and shove her head in tight between the thighs. Encircling the other young woman’s quivering, trim tummy, Douglas braced herself and then, near effortlessly, powered Scarlet off the deck until she was suspended upside down.
She dropped a heartbeat later, NAILING the Youngest of the Sinclair’s crown first into the steel chair, savagely compressing the vertebrae of her neck and forcing a spasm to run the full length of her athletic frame.
Released, Scarlet flopped out across the matt, right leg twitching every few seconds to betray a sign of lingering life.
Selena left her there, expression still thunderous as she marched her way out of the ring without a second look back.
There had been no match.
There had been no contest.
But, in her mind, she had made her fucking point.