Post by hawkeye on Jun 4, 2024 2:08:35 GMT
With the crowd still filing in for Mayhem, the FAWNtron is put to good use to offer an important featured match from across the pond courtesy Premiere Championship Wrestling.
Having left an indelible stamp as the face of arguably women’s wrestling’s most preeminent organization, FAWN, the Sensational One went home to create a new legacy on her home turf.
Building her own company from the ground up had proven a huge challenge, greater than any posed in the ring by Lisa or Portia or Chrissy. But like those others, Shea London proved up to the task.
Starting small in Manchester circa 2020 but expanding slowly through the ensuing years, Shea placed her London fortitude on display, expanding her business to become the most accomplished and popular organization in Britain and Ireland and on par with a Continental counterpart funded in part by former rival and trust fund baby turned businesswoman Portia Ophelia VanBuren IV. Someday a conflagration between the organizations would make all of them a lot of money and establish European dominance.
But that was for tomorrow. Today would be big enough in itself.
Long since needing herself to anchor every card for PCW (Premiere Championship Wrestling), The Best Brit Ever withdrew to semi-retirement from the ring saving appearances for special occasions.
On one very special one, she even returned to her old Florida stomping grounds for the 20th edition of FAWNAMANIA, claiming a more fitting happy ending in this version of her farewell with a rousing victory over Kylie Sanders.
While that match was about putting a triumphant bow on the past, tonight’s would be about showcasing a potential future, even if a haunting figure from a bygone era reemerged to place herself in Shea’s business.
That vile royal used her influence to pit the services of THE leading up-and-comer in the European scene on the line. The main event of this Chelsea-based card would decide upon which contract the young phenom Parker Hamilton would provide her John Hancock.
And in the middle, the dreadful Lady Fiona Waterford, still a thorn in Shea’s side after all these years, would manage the vibrant if vicious American to either a position on FAWN’s roster with a Hamilton win or, the previously agreed verbal contract would be upgraded to signed, sealed and delivered with a London victory.
Knowing company-boosting talent when she sees it, and far from willing to let Lady Fiona swoop in and move it elsewhere, the Sensational One is more than ready to put her body on the line to build her brand and send the Duchess of East Anglia scurrying back into the shadows.
With the crowd on the edge of its seat, waiting for their legendary lass to emerge and put things right once more, the most iconic question in the wrestling industry is asked…
”Do you wanna get rocked?”
”LET’S GET ROCKED”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BO1Nae_EBvQ
London steps out onto the stage, somehow spurring the house to further heights, the volume deafening.
These people know when Shea needs them and they’re ready to put out an extra effort.
The blonde Briton jogs down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans as she does, her usual million-dollar smile on full display.
London favors the sellout throng with an updated version of her classic Union Jack two piece she’s used since establishing the emerging standard of the UK wrestling scene.
SHEA LONDON
The gorgeous flaxen-haired fighter makes a complete circuit around ringside, slapping hands and accepting well wishes of her fans.
Climbing the steps, Shea slips between the ropes and moves to the middle, reveling in her people, proud of not only being fit enough to remain dangerous in the ring but having a flowering fed under her benevolent leadership.
And tonight, she’s bringing another valuable asset into her world, one making every company begrudgingly jealous of her scouting and signing abilities.
After giving the crowd an ovation of their own, London motions to the ring announcer and he responds promptly to the boss.
“Our next match is one fall with a 60-minute time limit and is to determine the contractual obligations of our second combatant to our first. AND FIRST…”
The crowd roars to its feet, nearly drowning out the public address.
“Hailing from Manchester, England… standing five feet four inches tall, and weighing in tonight at fifty-six kilos… she is THE Sensational One… SHEA LONDON!”
The English icon bows then moves to her corner where she’s patted down, a formality Shea accepts without taking her eyes off the entrance above.
It takes but a moment for the booming orchestral chords of the Her Ladyship’s entrance to spread through the arena ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=sDI9HuVduDI&feature=related ) heralding the arrival of not only London’s longest standing rival, but the ripening brunette for whom much is wagered. A barrage of echoing boos and jeers follow, the arena walls reverberating with hate for Waterford and the talent she represents, the grappler seeking to backtrack from her not so solemn word to Shea.
Looking simultaneously threatening and glorious, Her Ladyship strides to center stage in a skin-tight, full-body, black latex gear that gives the impression Waterford is ready to get physical if at all necessary to achieve her goal.
FIONA WATERFORD
As always, the Englishwoman reviews the boisterous crowd with disdain and imperial arrogance. She provides her best queenly wave to her protege’s distant challenger, then presents the woman who is tonight’s prize.
PARKER HAMILTON JR.
Forgoing her accustomed red and black gear for what could only presume is royal purple in a nod to her new regal manager, Parker Hamilton likewise sneers at the jeers afforded her and her mentor.
Waterford motions Parker to precede her and together the parade proceeds down the center of the ramp and aisle, the women remaining well clear of any of the commoners to which Lady Fiona refuses to fraternize.
Reaching the ring, Hamilton ascends the first couple steps, then turns and defers to Her Ladyship, politely offering a hand. Together they reach the apron where, halfway down the length of the ring, the ‘Gatecrasher’ sits atop the middle cable while pushing up the top, allowing Waterford to enter with a scant dip.
Once in, Waterford marches to London’s corner, getting with a few inches of her long-time rival before spinning. She moves to the middle and raises a microphone to her ruby lips.
“And Miss London’s wondrous opponent…accompanied by her and your better Lady Fiona Waterford, Duchess of East Anglia, standing 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighing in at 132 pounds…a very special young lady my dear student of the game…Parker Hamilton, Junior!”
The Premiere crowd seems less than happy to hear the disgraceful imperial brunette and see her apprentice, booing their lungs raw.
“Don’t you worry your lice-infested heads,” Her Ladyship assures. “You won’t be have the pleasure of our company after today.”
The crowd momentarily turns to wild cheers.
“Because my dear Parker is going to treat this woe begotten inferior like the trash she is and always has been.”
Waterford chuckles as the crowd rains its anger upon her.
“We will depart to the big leagues to a country that knows how to treat its autocrats!”
Fiona literally drops the mic and leads Hamilton to her corner. They huddle for a moment, Waterford sharing final advice as the ref confirms Parker is weapon-free. Lady Fee exits, dropping to the floor as the bell brings the battle for the phenom’s services to order.
Not in the least bit intimidated by the legend that is London, Parker strides confidently to the middle, meeting Shea in the center.
“Don’t take this personally, because when the arc of my career is on the line, I’ll run through a brick wall. FAWN’s the Holy Grail and your organization, well, it’s a sippy cup.”
Past being an age where she’s taking insults from youngsters trying to make a name, and far past when they can insult her business acumen rather than her wrestling prowess, which was beyond reproach, the Sensational One slaps the taste out of Hamilton’s mouth, the Gatecrasher’s head put on a swivel by the unexpected open hand.
“Learn some manners,” Shea advises when Parker’s flushed face returns to hers. “Just like you’ll learn to live up to your word.”
Fuming, the brunette can’t contain herself, determined to get slap happy with the Brit in return. But London gets a forearm up to block the blow, then pounds a series of forearm blasts into Parker’s chest that has tonight’s prize reeling all the way back to the buckles above her mentor.
Stuffing a forearm under Hamilton’s chin, Shea leans her soon-to-be employee over the top padding and glances down at Lady Fiona.
“I will expect you to pay your manager’s fee promptly after I beat your girl. Think of it this way, you’ll be able to commute from your estate. You never did like Florida anyway.”
Waterford ignores her rival, instead addressing her charge.
“Do you hear this arrogant commoner’s presumptions? Teach her a lesson.”
Hamilton offers a muffled response, trying to unwedge London’s arm, but it only comes loose at the official’s urging. Shea snatches Parker ‘s left wrist and Irish whips her adversary to the far buckles.
Hamilton speeds across the canvas, turning into a ring-rattling collision with the far corner. A wincing Parker bounces away from the impact, staggering toward a charging Shea, who levels the would-be FAWN signee with a leg lariat that nearly decapitates the young grappler.
Leg Lariat ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=kWB43SIxMt8 )
On her back, Hamilton’s body splays, the dark-haired grappler also absently rubbing her jaw. A disapproving Duchess shakes her head on the outside as Shea reclaims her foe, scraping a rattled Gatecrasher off the deck and flinging her for another ride.
This time Parker’s headed for the ropes. She rebounds through a u-turn toward the dipping Englishwoman. With practiced ease, Shea presses against the front of her foe’s hips and tosses Junior WAY up and over, Hamilton crashing to the canvas-covered floorboards courtesy a pristine back body drop.
Parker arches in anguish, grasping at the base of her backbone, London teaching her future PCW roster member not to mess with the boss.
At Fiona’s royal urging, the girl from behind the gates pushes the pain aside, slowly rising as London circles like a shark dressed in the Union Jack. Keeping in Hamilton’s blind spot, the Manchester native approaches from behind on the American who broke through on the continent. Shea wraps an arm around her adversary’s waist on the right and scoops under the left thigh.
Showing her underrated strength, London easily launches her opponent off the deck, sending Parker crashing to the canvas with a precise belly-to-back suplex.
Belly-to-back suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Up2NLlqhDs )
Shea kips to her feet and, standing at the flattened youngster’s side, pointing away from her target, the acrobatic Englishwomen shows she’s still got it, leaping through a standing moonsault. Her abdomen CRASHES down across that of the Gatecrasher, Parker jackknifing with the meaty THWACK of midriff to midriff.
Standing Moonsault ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=8s-2FiiVYXM )
As Hamilton melts back to the mat, pin pre-made, London hooks the far leg to complete the night’s advanced tutorial with the…
ONE…
TWO…
Hamilton shows her tenacity, kicking from under the Best Brit on her home turf, Lady Waterford sighing with relief on the outside, seeing her meal ticket back to the big leagues nearly going up in a puff of London smoke.
As Hamilton rolls to her side, London draws the American up with her. The PCW CEO drives a knee into the gut of the youngster, then forces Parker’s head to dip in front of her. From the side, Shea lifts and drapes her right leg over the back of the Gatecrasher’s neck, ready to plant the brunette’s face into the deck and knock her foe out with a Rocker Dropper.
Rocker Dropper ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=06BGGoRJzco ) :02
But before Shea can leap and drop the lower limb with Junior beneath, Parker springs to life, straightening her torso and backflipping London off. Only the cat-like reflexes of the Englishwoman allow her to land on her feet, but she doesn’t stay there long when Parker lunges toward her would-be boss and rips Shea off her feet with a powerful clothesline.
To London’s credit, she’s quickly scrambling to her feet, a quick wince the only sign of the trip. Hamilton’s ready however, driving a toe kick deep into London’s flat abdomen, halting her in place, then spinning her in a 180 with a boot stomp to the lowered temple.
Snatching Shea from behind in a waistlock, Hamilton bounces off the deck with her cargo in tow, buggywhipping the Brit through a particularly snappy German, London landing wickedly on her head and shoulders, the momentum easily flipping her over from the massive momentum. Shea ends groggily on her haunches, head drooping, eyes glazed.
German suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9AR1xX5rXg&t ) first one
Recovering from London’s early abbreviated Run, Parker pushes to her feet and draws in a deep breath. Lady Waterford is quickly in Hamilton’s ear, demanding she stay on the FAWN legend. Parker instantly obeys, first cracking a soccer kick into the chest of the Sensational One, the impact echoing and drawing a sympathetic groan from the partisan crowd.
But Parker isn’t done showing she has educated feet, backpedaling to the ropes and rebounding toward London, Shea up to one knee, trying to escape from her vulnerable position. Genuflecting proves a poor pose as Parker skillfully uses the raised knee to step up with her right foot and bring a sledgehammer axe kick down to the back of London’s skull with the left.
Step-up Axe Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPT07MazHEE )
Shea pitches forward, flopping lifelessly to a hip and shoulder.
Realizing she may have struck a concussive and decisive blow, the Gatecrasher is on her fabled foe in the blink of an eye, rolling the deadweight to her back, London’s body ending in a limp single file. Hamilton takes a reverse-facing seat on the Brit’s gulping tummy and reaches forward to scoop up both legs behind the knees. The brunette leans back, matchbooking the flaccid Shea for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Perhaps out of instinct, London’s body flinches. It’s enough to knock Hamilton off balance and for her to twist a shoulder a few inches off the canvas.
A frustrated Fiona slaps the canvas then claps her hands, complimenting her apprentice on the kick but encouraging Junior to keep Fee’s fellow Englishwoman underfoot. Parker nods to her manager, then sees a stubbornly rising London. Shea’s made it to all fours when Hamilton intercepts, sending a punt into the legend’s ribs, the Brit flopping to her back, swaddling her midriff tight with both arms as she retches.
The bulldogged Brit rises to a seated position, Shea unintentionally offering Parker another opening. The youngster races away, rebounding off the rubber-coated steel and returning with more boot leather aimed at London’s chin. Shea dips under the strike, leaving Parker slightly off balance after the miss. London pulls Hamilton off her feet, balling her foe into a small package for an unexpected…
ONE…
TWO…
The trap springs open and Junior escapes, clambering to her feet and anxiously casting a glance at the referee, a man not coincidentally employed by the same woman having attempted the sneaky, underhanded pin on her. Parker seems ready to verbally light up the official for a fast count but sees only two fingers raised and eats her inflammatory words.
The Gatecrasher turns to find a reeling London butt-scooting her way to a seat against the ropes and goes to the opposite cables for some extra thrust. Bounding out of the strands, Lady Waterford’s most important business property races to Shea and NAILS her with a Running Facewash to London’s flawless features.
Running Facewash ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PzcmLy1enw )
Body left arched over the bottom rope, Shea in a daze, Hamilton snatches her foe’s dirty blonde locks, a particular Parker preference. London’s dragged to a position where she’s kneeling against the ropes, blank visage pointed toward the increasingly worried audience.
With her adversary leaning limply against the cables, Hamilton takes another rebounding run. Reaching the Brit on her return, Parker sends her right leg over Shea’s right shoulder and through the strands, so she can land in a straddling impact, then choke out the faltering London.
Rope-assisted choke ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=xpFk3P7-xlM )
The ref is quick to start the count on the interloper, showing Hamilton no leniency with his superior on the receiving end of the abuse.
Parker dismounts and grabs the official for a chat, making sure she understands the ins and outs of every PCW rule and regulation, making sure she turns the man’s sight from the gasping, red-faced Shea.
A split-second removed, Lady Waterford has her laced fingers around the back of London’s neck pressing her vulnerable reddening throat down across the middle rope, choking the life from the renowned grappler.
A snarling Fiona does her best to close Shea’s windpipe for a half-dozen seconds before releasing and striding away innocently, throwing up her hands to the jeering Soho attendees, before transitioning them to double middle fingers when Fee realizes she’s gotten away scot-free.
Moving the arbiter aside, Parker takes another run at London, but this time she baseball slides out beside her languishing foe. Deftly landing on the arena floor and spinning, Hamilton paintbrushes Shea with a stinging, open-hand slap that has the Brit’s cheek instantly flushing from the abuse.
Grabbing the limp London by the wrists, Parker tugs the international icon halfway out, her foe’s navel providing the balancing point for the draped Englishwoman.
The burgeoning brunette heads for the nearby corner and climbs from the outside. Reaching the middle strand, she measures the Manchester native, placing Shea within a window of thumbs and forefingers, and leaps from her perch, legs extended for a pilfered version of a certain Sensational Leg Drop.
But Shea pulls herself back in the ring with a jerk before the Gatecrasher’s arrival and the hardest part of the ring is the only thing awaiting the youngster’s landing, a nasty shockwave working its way up Parker’s tailbone after. A yelping Hamilton slips her hands beneath her aching undercarriage for a quick massage, drawing some less than supportive shouts from London’s army of backers.
Shea slips out through the ropes next to her would-be employee. She grabs the top cable with both hands and launches her lithe limbs, swinging them up and back. London swoops her boot soles back to the splayed Hamilton, THUMPING the brunette back into the ring, Junior rolling several feet within the unfriendly confines.
As a struggling Parker slowly pushes her way toward verticality, Lady Fiona slinks in from the side, the only royal in black latex in all of the British Isles with mischief on her mind. But the boss catches wind of Waterford, spinning to thrust a kick into the chest of the Duchess, Fiona sent staggering away, face etched in pain, clutching her bosom.
Her attack foiled, Hamilton’s manager has at least created enough time for the Gatecrasher to reach her feet and wind up with a big right fist headed toward London’s beak. Shea blocks and sends a knee deep into Parker’s softly tanned tummy. Doubled from the blow, Hamilton makes enough space from the strands, so the Best Brit Ever can’t repeat the process. However, the gap also creates room for Shea to grab the uppermost cable and fling herself over between the ropes and her target. London’s left arm smartly lands atop the neck of her foe and she lets nature take its course from there, slamming Parker’s skull into the canvas with a savage Slingshot DDT.
Slingshot DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=KIHTSjTLyVk )
The potential FAWN recruit looks more and more like she’ll be remaining on this side of the Atlantic when London kneels perpendicular across the base of her spine and crosses the stems of the Gatecrasher. The Sensational One starts to sweep her opposite arm across Hamilton’s throat to secure her opponent for the roll over to the London’s Bridge, the Bow and Arrow submission that made Kylie Sanders tap at last year’s FAWNAMANIA, the ultimate display of who was better between the two superstars.
London’s Bridge ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tW3NAfLdV8 )
But before Shea can roll to her back and end the competitive portion of tonight’s fight by sending an arched Parker heavenward, Fiona’s earlier scouting sessions with the youngster seem to kick in. Parker urgently claws her way to the ropes, wrapping a palm around the bottom rope, frustrating the construction of London’s fabled finisher.
The man in stripes gives London a little extra time to release her grip, perhaps hoping to curry favor, but the Englishwoman is quick to comply when the count begins, releasing and stepping away a few feet, allowing Hamilton the chance to reach her feet.
Parker pulls herself under and out, evidently feeling a time out and discussion with her mentor is in order. Fiona and Parker huddle and Shea senses an opening. She speeds to the opposite cables with Waterford and Hamilton deep in debate, then returns at warp speed, throwing her body between the top and middle strands, zooming into Her Ladyship and the apprentice-in-waiting, knocking both women to the arena floor with a sick Suicide Dive, Fiona and Parker sprawling, even as the Sensational One sticks the landing after the collision.
The PCW crowd is on its feet, roaring with approval for the dominant London, a beaming Shea lifting her arms high and wide.
The Brit plucks her soon-to-be Premiere Championship Wrestling workforce member loose from one of its future managers and, by a wrist and shoulder, heaves Junior back into the squared circle. Shea looks over her shoulder at a seated Fiona, a wincing Waterford at London’s feet.
“I wouldn’t want you anywhere else Fiona. I like keeping an eye on you and putting you in your place when needed.” Shea feigns a stomp to Her Ladyship, sending Fiona into a cringing butt scoot backwards. “And you need that a lot,” a grinning London finishes, turning her back on her oldest rival and sliding into the battleground.
The Brit helps a half-risen Hamilton up the rest of the way and aims her at the far buckles, quickly sending Parker scurrying toward the corner with an Irish Whip. The brunette barely has time to 180 into a body-rocking spinal contusion. The force of impact is enough to turn the youngster’s legs into jelly and she plops to her backside, legs extended, noggin bobbling.
A smirking Shea sees an open invitation when it’s presented and London races for her shellshocked pursuit. Leaping from several feet out, her own lower limbs extended and slightly widened, Shea aims her backside for Parker’s bosom, ready to send her junk careening into the Gatecrasher’s chin, then starting the busting of her nearly won PCW bronco.
But as London goes airborne, Parker pulls herself clear of the drop zone and Shea’s undercarriage finds the post between the bottom and middle buckles, her velocity causing a disastrous display, the crotch shot leaving London a crumpled ball when she plops to the canvas.
The Manchester native mewls in anguish, hands buried deep below, the crowd silenced by the catastrophe.
Outside, Lady Fiona knows a turning point. She demands a huffing Parker compose herself and take final control.
Hamilton grabs Shea by the wrists and pulls her to center stage, flipping the frozen Brit to her chest before releasing her grip.
The Gatecrasher settles in a seat at London’s left hip. She snatches the Englishwoman’s left arm straightening then scissoring then completing the abuse of the limb with a hammerlock.
Parker shows some of the brilliance that’s made her a hot commodity, strapping on a crossface for as comprehensive a submission as any technician is likely to create.
Hammerlock Crossface ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=C53PutqEc2U )
Junior works the hold viciously, testing Shea’s back and neck.
“Give up, Gran,” Hamilton demands. “Or I’ll send you to assisted living a few years early.”
The ref asks his boss if she wants to surrender. London grunts in the negative, the official eager to confirm the PCW’s founder remains in the match. Given the chance, the crowd offers a supportive rhythmic clap and an apprehensive plea in the form of a ‘PLEASE…DON’T…TAP’ chant.
London shakes her head as best she can in Hamilton’s grip and the relieved ref leaps to his feet, offering the ‘safe sign’ to show the crowd his boss is still in the running for a contract capture.
Frustrated, Parker breaks her grip, sending both sets of fingers deep into the dirty blonde locks of the Best Brit Ever, THUMPING London’s face into the deck, drawing a round of boos from the unappreciative assembly.
“Oh? You don’t like that?” Parker asks.
The Gatecrasher peels Shea’s features off the thinly-sheathed floorboards and POUNDS them in a second and third time. The volume of hatred increases exponentially with Hamilton showing the unmitigated masochism of her Ladyship, Parker learning well from the Duchess.
Junior moves to a haughty genuflecting cover of the spreadeagled Shea’s chest, raising both arms high and wide in an arrogant pin that draws upon memories of Lady Waterford in the ring.
The official slaps the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Shea shoves a shoulder up to a roar from the crowd, London’s Legion knowing full well how their favorite could pull victory from the jaws of defeat, particularly against a spoiled brat like Hamilton.
The Sensational One pushes to a seated position, chin slumping to her chest. A risen Parker grabs her would-be boss by the ears and draws a lethargic London to her feet, bullying her iconic opponent to the ropes for an Irish Whip.
But as Parker’s ready to toss the Englishwoman on her way, Shea hangs on, reversing and pulling Hamilton tight to her back. London reaches over her right shoulder for a ¾ grip, yanking chin to the nape of her neck, and lays out, NAILING a LONDON CALLING OUT OF NOWHERE!
London Calling ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=oYGLrQsZeRg ) 6:11
With the dark-haired youngster laid out, face down behind her, the PCW crowd erupts in ecstasy as London spins toward the demolished Hamilton, pulling Parker toward her. With a disgusted Lady Waterford watching, Shea layers herself across the top of the splayed Hamilton in a lateral press, hooking a leg for the inevitable…
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TWO…
THRENOOO!
Parker kicks loose to the astonishment of both her management and her not yet employer.
A seated London looks in total astonishment, eyes wide. She sweeps dirty blonde locks off her forehead and peeks over her shoulder at the softly stirring Hamilton.
“You’re going to make me a lot of money, luv.”
With the Gatecrasher crashed and burned, spreadeagled after the spasmodic jerk that saved her, the Brit rises and drops a pointed knee to the cleft of her foe’s chest. Hamilton’s body shudders, then falls still and a risen London is off to her favorite stomping grounds.
Walking wearily to the nearest corner, Shea climbs to the penthouse and turns for her coupe de grace, a Leg Drop of Sensational specifications. But as London spins to face her target, Shea’s met with a surprise, a wobbly but vertical Parker lunging toward her and sweeping London’s legs out from under her.
Shea’s toppled from her tower, the back of her skull POUNDING into the top buckle from a considerable height. Somehow still upright after the potentially concussive collision, the Manchester native is gutted by a toe kick to the tummy from the glistening brunette.
Doubled at the waist with a great exhale, Shea’s lowered head is tugged between Parker’s thighs. With Lady Waterford urgently advising from the outside, Hamilton crosses London’s arms while also looping her own upper limbs behind the knees of her opponent.
Showing incredible dexterity and knowledge, Fiona’s protégé shows her strength next, vaulting Shea HIGH into the air through a front flip that momentarily lands London on Hamilton’s shoulders before the elevator to hell that is the Gatecrasher’s Park Place Straightjacket Package Powerbomb.
Park Place ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=6nmKYIRFB8k ) :05
The ring rattles with the cacophonous collision, London’s army of followers groaning in sympathy at the sight.
Still on her feet, a huffing, sweat-drenched Parker tempts fate with a dominant foot-to-chest pin of the splayed Shea, but there’s nothing left in the shattered London to defy the humiliation, London remaining motionless throughout the…
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TWO…
THREEEE!
With the bell, Hamilton has a look of both exhaustion and arrogance with a slight hint of disbelief she’s left the living legend ruined at her feet. Parker wearily lifts her arms high and wide as the latex-encased Lady Waterford arrives with stick in hand, raising it to her curling lips.
“Ladies and gentleman…your winner and NEW member of the FAWN roster, the Gatecrasher…Parker Hamilton Junior!”
The PCW crowd offers both women their ire, burying manager and wrestler under a bevy of boos.
“Don’t worry, cretins,” Fiona assuages, “This commoner bytch just lost the hottest property on the market.” Waterford stares and points at the comatose London. “So you won’t have to deal with my gal leaving Shea in her wake more than this single time.”
Lady Fiona delivers a savage boot to London’s midriff, waking Shea from her slumber with a gasping, choking start.
The spent Sensational One, looking anything but, gazes breathlessly up at the departing phenom and Her Ladyship, grinning down devilishly at her long-time rival.
“Pray I don’t come back and take anything more.”
Fiona leans over, grabs London by her tousled mane and sends the back of Shea’s skull CRASHING into the deck, the Union Jacked PCW boss left out cold in her own ring to end the night, a disaster for one organization, an enormous get for another.
Having left an indelible stamp as the face of arguably women’s wrestling’s most preeminent organization, FAWN, the Sensational One went home to create a new legacy on her home turf.
Building her own company from the ground up had proven a huge challenge, greater than any posed in the ring by Lisa or Portia or Chrissy. But like those others, Shea London proved up to the task.
Starting small in Manchester circa 2020 but expanding slowly through the ensuing years, Shea placed her London fortitude on display, expanding her business to become the most accomplished and popular organization in Britain and Ireland and on par with a Continental counterpart funded in part by former rival and trust fund baby turned businesswoman Portia Ophelia VanBuren IV. Someday a conflagration between the organizations would make all of them a lot of money and establish European dominance.
But that was for tomorrow. Today would be big enough in itself.
Long since needing herself to anchor every card for PCW (Premiere Championship Wrestling), The Best Brit Ever withdrew to semi-retirement from the ring saving appearances for special occasions.
On one very special one, she even returned to her old Florida stomping grounds for the 20th edition of FAWNAMANIA, claiming a more fitting happy ending in this version of her farewell with a rousing victory over Kylie Sanders.
While that match was about putting a triumphant bow on the past, tonight’s would be about showcasing a potential future, even if a haunting figure from a bygone era reemerged to place herself in Shea’s business.
That vile royal used her influence to pit the services of THE leading up-and-comer in the European scene on the line. The main event of this Chelsea-based card would decide upon which contract the young phenom Parker Hamilton would provide her John Hancock.
And in the middle, the dreadful Lady Fiona Waterford, still a thorn in Shea’s side after all these years, would manage the vibrant if vicious American to either a position on FAWN’s roster with a Hamilton win or, the previously agreed verbal contract would be upgraded to signed, sealed and delivered with a London victory.
Knowing company-boosting talent when she sees it, and far from willing to let Lady Fiona swoop in and move it elsewhere, the Sensational One is more than ready to put her body on the line to build her brand and send the Duchess of East Anglia scurrying back into the shadows.
With the crowd on the edge of its seat, waiting for their legendary lass to emerge and put things right once more, the most iconic question in the wrestling industry is asked…
”Do you wanna get rocked?”
”LET’S GET ROCKED”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BO1Nae_EBvQ
London steps out onto the stage, somehow spurring the house to further heights, the volume deafening.
These people know when Shea needs them and they’re ready to put out an extra effort.
The blonde Briton jogs down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans as she does, her usual million-dollar smile on full display.
London favors the sellout throng with an updated version of her classic Union Jack two piece she’s used since establishing the emerging standard of the UK wrestling scene.
SHEA LONDON
The gorgeous flaxen-haired fighter makes a complete circuit around ringside, slapping hands and accepting well wishes of her fans.
Climbing the steps, Shea slips between the ropes and moves to the middle, reveling in her people, proud of not only being fit enough to remain dangerous in the ring but having a flowering fed under her benevolent leadership.
And tonight, she’s bringing another valuable asset into her world, one making every company begrudgingly jealous of her scouting and signing abilities.
After giving the crowd an ovation of their own, London motions to the ring announcer and he responds promptly to the boss.
“Our next match is one fall with a 60-minute time limit and is to determine the contractual obligations of our second combatant to our first. AND FIRST…”
The crowd roars to its feet, nearly drowning out the public address.
“Hailing from Manchester, England… standing five feet four inches tall, and weighing in tonight at fifty-six kilos… she is THE Sensational One… SHEA LONDON!”
The English icon bows then moves to her corner where she’s patted down, a formality Shea accepts without taking her eyes off the entrance above.
It takes but a moment for the booming orchestral chords of the Her Ladyship’s entrance to spread through the arena ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=sDI9HuVduDI&feature=related ) heralding the arrival of not only London’s longest standing rival, but the ripening brunette for whom much is wagered. A barrage of echoing boos and jeers follow, the arena walls reverberating with hate for Waterford and the talent she represents, the grappler seeking to backtrack from her not so solemn word to Shea.
Looking simultaneously threatening and glorious, Her Ladyship strides to center stage in a skin-tight, full-body, black latex gear that gives the impression Waterford is ready to get physical if at all necessary to achieve her goal.
FIONA WATERFORD
As always, the Englishwoman reviews the boisterous crowd with disdain and imperial arrogance. She provides her best queenly wave to her protege’s distant challenger, then presents the woman who is tonight’s prize.
PARKER HAMILTON JR.
Forgoing her accustomed red and black gear for what could only presume is royal purple in a nod to her new regal manager, Parker Hamilton likewise sneers at the jeers afforded her and her mentor.
Waterford motions Parker to precede her and together the parade proceeds down the center of the ramp and aisle, the women remaining well clear of any of the commoners to which Lady Fiona refuses to fraternize.
Reaching the ring, Hamilton ascends the first couple steps, then turns and defers to Her Ladyship, politely offering a hand. Together they reach the apron where, halfway down the length of the ring, the ‘Gatecrasher’ sits atop the middle cable while pushing up the top, allowing Waterford to enter with a scant dip.
Once in, Waterford marches to London’s corner, getting with a few inches of her long-time rival before spinning. She moves to the middle and raises a microphone to her ruby lips.
“And Miss London’s wondrous opponent…accompanied by her and your better Lady Fiona Waterford, Duchess of East Anglia, standing 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighing in at 132 pounds…a very special young lady my dear student of the game…Parker Hamilton, Junior!”
The Premiere crowd seems less than happy to hear the disgraceful imperial brunette and see her apprentice, booing their lungs raw.
“Don’t you worry your lice-infested heads,” Her Ladyship assures. “You won’t be have the pleasure of our company after today.”
The crowd momentarily turns to wild cheers.
“Because my dear Parker is going to treat this woe begotten inferior like the trash she is and always has been.”
Waterford chuckles as the crowd rains its anger upon her.
“We will depart to the big leagues to a country that knows how to treat its autocrats!”
Fiona literally drops the mic and leads Hamilton to her corner. They huddle for a moment, Waterford sharing final advice as the ref confirms Parker is weapon-free. Lady Fee exits, dropping to the floor as the bell brings the battle for the phenom’s services to order.
Not in the least bit intimidated by the legend that is London, Parker strides confidently to the middle, meeting Shea in the center.
“Don’t take this personally, because when the arc of my career is on the line, I’ll run through a brick wall. FAWN’s the Holy Grail and your organization, well, it’s a sippy cup.”
Past being an age where she’s taking insults from youngsters trying to make a name, and far past when they can insult her business acumen rather than her wrestling prowess, which was beyond reproach, the Sensational One slaps the taste out of Hamilton’s mouth, the Gatecrasher’s head put on a swivel by the unexpected open hand.
“Learn some manners,” Shea advises when Parker’s flushed face returns to hers. “Just like you’ll learn to live up to your word.”
Fuming, the brunette can’t contain herself, determined to get slap happy with the Brit in return. But London gets a forearm up to block the blow, then pounds a series of forearm blasts into Parker’s chest that has tonight’s prize reeling all the way back to the buckles above her mentor.
Stuffing a forearm under Hamilton’s chin, Shea leans her soon-to-be employee over the top padding and glances down at Lady Fiona.
“I will expect you to pay your manager’s fee promptly after I beat your girl. Think of it this way, you’ll be able to commute from your estate. You never did like Florida anyway.”
Waterford ignores her rival, instead addressing her charge.
“Do you hear this arrogant commoner’s presumptions? Teach her a lesson.”
Hamilton offers a muffled response, trying to unwedge London’s arm, but it only comes loose at the official’s urging. Shea snatches Parker ‘s left wrist and Irish whips her adversary to the far buckles.
Hamilton speeds across the canvas, turning into a ring-rattling collision with the far corner. A wincing Parker bounces away from the impact, staggering toward a charging Shea, who levels the would-be FAWN signee with a leg lariat that nearly decapitates the young grappler.
Leg Lariat ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=kWB43SIxMt8 )
On her back, Hamilton’s body splays, the dark-haired grappler also absently rubbing her jaw. A disapproving Duchess shakes her head on the outside as Shea reclaims her foe, scraping a rattled Gatecrasher off the deck and flinging her for another ride.
This time Parker’s headed for the ropes. She rebounds through a u-turn toward the dipping Englishwoman. With practiced ease, Shea presses against the front of her foe’s hips and tosses Junior WAY up and over, Hamilton crashing to the canvas-covered floorboards courtesy a pristine back body drop.
Parker arches in anguish, grasping at the base of her backbone, London teaching her future PCW roster member not to mess with the boss.
At Fiona’s royal urging, the girl from behind the gates pushes the pain aside, slowly rising as London circles like a shark dressed in the Union Jack. Keeping in Hamilton’s blind spot, the Manchester native approaches from behind on the American who broke through on the continent. Shea wraps an arm around her adversary’s waist on the right and scoops under the left thigh.
Showing her underrated strength, London easily launches her opponent off the deck, sending Parker crashing to the canvas with a precise belly-to-back suplex.
Belly-to-back suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Up2NLlqhDs )
Shea kips to her feet and, standing at the flattened youngster’s side, pointing away from her target, the acrobatic Englishwomen shows she’s still got it, leaping through a standing moonsault. Her abdomen CRASHES down across that of the Gatecrasher, Parker jackknifing with the meaty THWACK of midriff to midriff.
Standing Moonsault ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=8s-2FiiVYXM )
As Hamilton melts back to the mat, pin pre-made, London hooks the far leg to complete the night’s advanced tutorial with the…
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Hamilton shows her tenacity, kicking from under the Best Brit on her home turf, Lady Waterford sighing with relief on the outside, seeing her meal ticket back to the big leagues nearly going up in a puff of London smoke.
As Hamilton rolls to her side, London draws the American up with her. The PCW CEO drives a knee into the gut of the youngster, then forces Parker’s head to dip in front of her. From the side, Shea lifts and drapes her right leg over the back of the Gatecrasher’s neck, ready to plant the brunette’s face into the deck and knock her foe out with a Rocker Dropper.
Rocker Dropper ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=06BGGoRJzco ) :02
But before Shea can leap and drop the lower limb with Junior beneath, Parker springs to life, straightening her torso and backflipping London off. Only the cat-like reflexes of the Englishwoman allow her to land on her feet, but she doesn’t stay there long when Parker lunges toward her would-be boss and rips Shea off her feet with a powerful clothesline.
To London’s credit, she’s quickly scrambling to her feet, a quick wince the only sign of the trip. Hamilton’s ready however, driving a toe kick deep into London’s flat abdomen, halting her in place, then spinning her in a 180 with a boot stomp to the lowered temple.
Snatching Shea from behind in a waistlock, Hamilton bounces off the deck with her cargo in tow, buggywhipping the Brit through a particularly snappy German, London landing wickedly on her head and shoulders, the momentum easily flipping her over from the massive momentum. Shea ends groggily on her haunches, head drooping, eyes glazed.
German suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9AR1xX5rXg&t ) first one
Recovering from London’s early abbreviated Run, Parker pushes to her feet and draws in a deep breath. Lady Waterford is quickly in Hamilton’s ear, demanding she stay on the FAWN legend. Parker instantly obeys, first cracking a soccer kick into the chest of the Sensational One, the impact echoing and drawing a sympathetic groan from the partisan crowd.
But Parker isn’t done showing she has educated feet, backpedaling to the ropes and rebounding toward London, Shea up to one knee, trying to escape from her vulnerable position. Genuflecting proves a poor pose as Parker skillfully uses the raised knee to step up with her right foot and bring a sledgehammer axe kick down to the back of London’s skull with the left.
Step-up Axe Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPT07MazHEE )
Shea pitches forward, flopping lifelessly to a hip and shoulder.
Realizing she may have struck a concussive and decisive blow, the Gatecrasher is on her fabled foe in the blink of an eye, rolling the deadweight to her back, London’s body ending in a limp single file. Hamilton takes a reverse-facing seat on the Brit’s gulping tummy and reaches forward to scoop up both legs behind the knees. The brunette leans back, matchbooking the flaccid Shea for the…
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Perhaps out of instinct, London’s body flinches. It’s enough to knock Hamilton off balance and for her to twist a shoulder a few inches off the canvas.
A frustrated Fiona slaps the canvas then claps her hands, complimenting her apprentice on the kick but encouraging Junior to keep Fee’s fellow Englishwoman underfoot. Parker nods to her manager, then sees a stubbornly rising London. Shea’s made it to all fours when Hamilton intercepts, sending a punt into the legend’s ribs, the Brit flopping to her back, swaddling her midriff tight with both arms as she retches.
The bulldogged Brit rises to a seated position, Shea unintentionally offering Parker another opening. The youngster races away, rebounding off the rubber-coated steel and returning with more boot leather aimed at London’s chin. Shea dips under the strike, leaving Parker slightly off balance after the miss. London pulls Hamilton off her feet, balling her foe into a small package for an unexpected…
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The trap springs open and Junior escapes, clambering to her feet and anxiously casting a glance at the referee, a man not coincidentally employed by the same woman having attempted the sneaky, underhanded pin on her. Parker seems ready to verbally light up the official for a fast count but sees only two fingers raised and eats her inflammatory words.
The Gatecrasher turns to find a reeling London butt-scooting her way to a seat against the ropes and goes to the opposite cables for some extra thrust. Bounding out of the strands, Lady Waterford’s most important business property races to Shea and NAILS her with a Running Facewash to London’s flawless features.
Running Facewash ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PzcmLy1enw )
Body left arched over the bottom rope, Shea in a daze, Hamilton snatches her foe’s dirty blonde locks, a particular Parker preference. London’s dragged to a position where she’s kneeling against the ropes, blank visage pointed toward the increasingly worried audience.
With her adversary leaning limply against the cables, Hamilton takes another rebounding run. Reaching the Brit on her return, Parker sends her right leg over Shea’s right shoulder and through the strands, so she can land in a straddling impact, then choke out the faltering London.
Rope-assisted choke ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=xpFk3P7-xlM )
The ref is quick to start the count on the interloper, showing Hamilton no leniency with his superior on the receiving end of the abuse.
Parker dismounts and grabs the official for a chat, making sure she understands the ins and outs of every PCW rule and regulation, making sure she turns the man’s sight from the gasping, red-faced Shea.
A split-second removed, Lady Waterford has her laced fingers around the back of London’s neck pressing her vulnerable reddening throat down across the middle rope, choking the life from the renowned grappler.
A snarling Fiona does her best to close Shea’s windpipe for a half-dozen seconds before releasing and striding away innocently, throwing up her hands to the jeering Soho attendees, before transitioning them to double middle fingers when Fee realizes she’s gotten away scot-free.
Moving the arbiter aside, Parker takes another run at London, but this time she baseball slides out beside her languishing foe. Deftly landing on the arena floor and spinning, Hamilton paintbrushes Shea with a stinging, open-hand slap that has the Brit’s cheek instantly flushing from the abuse.
Grabbing the limp London by the wrists, Parker tugs the international icon halfway out, her foe’s navel providing the balancing point for the draped Englishwoman.
The burgeoning brunette heads for the nearby corner and climbs from the outside. Reaching the middle strand, she measures the Manchester native, placing Shea within a window of thumbs and forefingers, and leaps from her perch, legs extended for a pilfered version of a certain Sensational Leg Drop.
But Shea pulls herself back in the ring with a jerk before the Gatecrasher’s arrival and the hardest part of the ring is the only thing awaiting the youngster’s landing, a nasty shockwave working its way up Parker’s tailbone after. A yelping Hamilton slips her hands beneath her aching undercarriage for a quick massage, drawing some less than supportive shouts from London’s army of backers.
Shea slips out through the ropes next to her would-be employee. She grabs the top cable with both hands and launches her lithe limbs, swinging them up and back. London swoops her boot soles back to the splayed Hamilton, THUMPING the brunette back into the ring, Junior rolling several feet within the unfriendly confines.
As a struggling Parker slowly pushes her way toward verticality, Lady Fiona slinks in from the side, the only royal in black latex in all of the British Isles with mischief on her mind. But the boss catches wind of Waterford, spinning to thrust a kick into the chest of the Duchess, Fiona sent staggering away, face etched in pain, clutching her bosom.
Her attack foiled, Hamilton’s manager has at least created enough time for the Gatecrasher to reach her feet and wind up with a big right fist headed toward London’s beak. Shea blocks and sends a knee deep into Parker’s softly tanned tummy. Doubled from the blow, Hamilton makes enough space from the strands, so the Best Brit Ever can’t repeat the process. However, the gap also creates room for Shea to grab the uppermost cable and fling herself over between the ropes and her target. London’s left arm smartly lands atop the neck of her foe and she lets nature take its course from there, slamming Parker’s skull into the canvas with a savage Slingshot DDT.
Slingshot DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=KIHTSjTLyVk )
The potential FAWN recruit looks more and more like she’ll be remaining on this side of the Atlantic when London kneels perpendicular across the base of her spine and crosses the stems of the Gatecrasher. The Sensational One starts to sweep her opposite arm across Hamilton’s throat to secure her opponent for the roll over to the London’s Bridge, the Bow and Arrow submission that made Kylie Sanders tap at last year’s FAWNAMANIA, the ultimate display of who was better between the two superstars.
London’s Bridge ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tW3NAfLdV8 )
But before Shea can roll to her back and end the competitive portion of tonight’s fight by sending an arched Parker heavenward, Fiona’s earlier scouting sessions with the youngster seem to kick in. Parker urgently claws her way to the ropes, wrapping a palm around the bottom rope, frustrating the construction of London’s fabled finisher.
The man in stripes gives London a little extra time to release her grip, perhaps hoping to curry favor, but the Englishwoman is quick to comply when the count begins, releasing and stepping away a few feet, allowing Hamilton the chance to reach her feet.
Parker pulls herself under and out, evidently feeling a time out and discussion with her mentor is in order. Fiona and Parker huddle and Shea senses an opening. She speeds to the opposite cables with Waterford and Hamilton deep in debate, then returns at warp speed, throwing her body between the top and middle strands, zooming into Her Ladyship and the apprentice-in-waiting, knocking both women to the arena floor with a sick Suicide Dive, Fiona and Parker sprawling, even as the Sensational One sticks the landing after the collision.
The PCW crowd is on its feet, roaring with approval for the dominant London, a beaming Shea lifting her arms high and wide.
The Brit plucks her soon-to-be Premiere Championship Wrestling workforce member loose from one of its future managers and, by a wrist and shoulder, heaves Junior back into the squared circle. Shea looks over her shoulder at a seated Fiona, a wincing Waterford at London’s feet.
“I wouldn’t want you anywhere else Fiona. I like keeping an eye on you and putting you in your place when needed.” Shea feigns a stomp to Her Ladyship, sending Fiona into a cringing butt scoot backwards. “And you need that a lot,” a grinning London finishes, turning her back on her oldest rival and sliding into the battleground.
The Brit helps a half-risen Hamilton up the rest of the way and aims her at the far buckles, quickly sending Parker scurrying toward the corner with an Irish Whip. The brunette barely has time to 180 into a body-rocking spinal contusion. The force of impact is enough to turn the youngster’s legs into jelly and she plops to her backside, legs extended, noggin bobbling.
A smirking Shea sees an open invitation when it’s presented and London races for her shellshocked pursuit. Leaping from several feet out, her own lower limbs extended and slightly widened, Shea aims her backside for Parker’s bosom, ready to send her junk careening into the Gatecrasher’s chin, then starting the busting of her nearly won PCW bronco.
But as London goes airborne, Parker pulls herself clear of the drop zone and Shea’s undercarriage finds the post between the bottom and middle buckles, her velocity causing a disastrous display, the crotch shot leaving London a crumpled ball when she plops to the canvas.
The Manchester native mewls in anguish, hands buried deep below, the crowd silenced by the catastrophe.
Outside, Lady Fiona knows a turning point. She demands a huffing Parker compose herself and take final control.
Hamilton grabs Shea by the wrists and pulls her to center stage, flipping the frozen Brit to her chest before releasing her grip.
The Gatecrasher settles in a seat at London’s left hip. She snatches the Englishwoman’s left arm straightening then scissoring then completing the abuse of the limb with a hammerlock.
Parker shows some of the brilliance that’s made her a hot commodity, strapping on a crossface for as comprehensive a submission as any technician is likely to create.
Hammerlock Crossface ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=C53PutqEc2U )
Junior works the hold viciously, testing Shea’s back and neck.
“Give up, Gran,” Hamilton demands. “Or I’ll send you to assisted living a few years early.”
The ref asks his boss if she wants to surrender. London grunts in the negative, the official eager to confirm the PCW’s founder remains in the match. Given the chance, the crowd offers a supportive rhythmic clap and an apprehensive plea in the form of a ‘PLEASE…DON’T…TAP’ chant.
London shakes her head as best she can in Hamilton’s grip and the relieved ref leaps to his feet, offering the ‘safe sign’ to show the crowd his boss is still in the running for a contract capture.
Frustrated, Parker breaks her grip, sending both sets of fingers deep into the dirty blonde locks of the Best Brit Ever, THUMPING London’s face into the deck, drawing a round of boos from the unappreciative assembly.
“Oh? You don’t like that?” Parker asks.
The Gatecrasher peels Shea’s features off the thinly-sheathed floorboards and POUNDS them in a second and third time. The volume of hatred increases exponentially with Hamilton showing the unmitigated masochism of her Ladyship, Parker learning well from the Duchess.
Junior moves to a haughty genuflecting cover of the spreadeagled Shea’s chest, raising both arms high and wide in an arrogant pin that draws upon memories of Lady Waterford in the ring.
The official slaps the canvas for the…
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Shea shoves a shoulder up to a roar from the crowd, London’s Legion knowing full well how their favorite could pull victory from the jaws of defeat, particularly against a spoiled brat like Hamilton.
The Sensational One pushes to a seated position, chin slumping to her chest. A risen Parker grabs her would-be boss by the ears and draws a lethargic London to her feet, bullying her iconic opponent to the ropes for an Irish Whip.
But as Parker’s ready to toss the Englishwoman on her way, Shea hangs on, reversing and pulling Hamilton tight to her back. London reaches over her right shoulder for a ¾ grip, yanking chin to the nape of her neck, and lays out, NAILING a LONDON CALLING OUT OF NOWHERE!
London Calling ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=oYGLrQsZeRg ) 6:11
With the dark-haired youngster laid out, face down behind her, the PCW crowd erupts in ecstasy as London spins toward the demolished Hamilton, pulling Parker toward her. With a disgusted Lady Waterford watching, Shea layers herself across the top of the splayed Hamilton in a lateral press, hooking a leg for the inevitable…
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THRENOOO!
Parker kicks loose to the astonishment of both her management and her not yet employer.
A seated London looks in total astonishment, eyes wide. She sweeps dirty blonde locks off her forehead and peeks over her shoulder at the softly stirring Hamilton.
“You’re going to make me a lot of money, luv.”
With the Gatecrasher crashed and burned, spreadeagled after the spasmodic jerk that saved her, the Brit rises and drops a pointed knee to the cleft of her foe’s chest. Hamilton’s body shudders, then falls still and a risen London is off to her favorite stomping grounds.
Walking wearily to the nearest corner, Shea climbs to the penthouse and turns for her coupe de grace, a Leg Drop of Sensational specifications. But as London spins to face her target, Shea’s met with a surprise, a wobbly but vertical Parker lunging toward her and sweeping London’s legs out from under her.
Shea’s toppled from her tower, the back of her skull POUNDING into the top buckle from a considerable height. Somehow still upright after the potentially concussive collision, the Manchester native is gutted by a toe kick to the tummy from the glistening brunette.
Doubled at the waist with a great exhale, Shea’s lowered head is tugged between Parker’s thighs. With Lady Waterford urgently advising from the outside, Hamilton crosses London’s arms while also looping her own upper limbs behind the knees of her opponent.
Showing incredible dexterity and knowledge, Fiona’s protégé shows her strength next, vaulting Shea HIGH into the air through a front flip that momentarily lands London on Hamilton’s shoulders before the elevator to hell that is the Gatecrasher’s Park Place Straightjacket Package Powerbomb.
Park Place ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=6nmKYIRFB8k ) :05
The ring rattles with the cacophonous collision, London’s army of followers groaning in sympathy at the sight.
Still on her feet, a huffing, sweat-drenched Parker tempts fate with a dominant foot-to-chest pin of the splayed Shea, but there’s nothing left in the shattered London to defy the humiliation, London remaining motionless throughout the…
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THREEEE!
With the bell, Hamilton has a look of both exhaustion and arrogance with a slight hint of disbelief she’s left the living legend ruined at her feet. Parker wearily lifts her arms high and wide as the latex-encased Lady Waterford arrives with stick in hand, raising it to her curling lips.
“Ladies and gentleman…your winner and NEW member of the FAWN roster, the Gatecrasher…Parker Hamilton Junior!”
The PCW crowd offers both women their ire, burying manager and wrestler under a bevy of boos.
“Don’t worry, cretins,” Fiona assuages, “This commoner bytch just lost the hottest property on the market.” Waterford stares and points at the comatose London. “So you won’t have to deal with my gal leaving Shea in her wake more than this single time.”
Lady Fiona delivers a savage boot to London’s midriff, waking Shea from her slumber with a gasping, choking start.
The spent Sensational One, looking anything but, gazes breathlessly up at the departing phenom and Her Ladyship, grinning down devilishly at her long-time rival.
“Pray I don’t come back and take anything more.”
Fiona leans over, grabs London by her tousled mane and sends the back of Shea’s skull CRASHING into the deck, the Union Jacked PCW boss left out cold in her own ring to end the night, a disaster for one organization, an enormous get for another.