Post by hawkeye on Oct 8, 2024 0:59:02 GMT
With the houselights dimming, the eager, enraptured crowd fell into a sea of eager mutterings, FAWNMANIA about to begin. They waited with baited breath until…
FEEL INVINCIBLE
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…erupted into life over the loud speakers, heralding a welcome beacon of light, the faithful in attendance officially losing their collective sh*t as the Upstart Supreme appeared on stage, kicking off the biggest show of the year with a bang.
SAMANTHA SINCLAIR
Five foot four and one hundred and ten pounds, Samantha Sinclair was perfectly petite and, beaming with the sweetest of sheepish smiles, she was every inch the People’s Princess. Standing tall (relatively speaking) with her hands raised up high she acknowledged the masses with the same affections that they showered upon her.
With a confident stride and light-footed step, the miniature brunette set off down the ramp, deviating several times on her to the ring to directly greet many of the closest spectators, effortlessly endearing and leaving an impression on many of the youngest in attendance.
For one in particular, she came to a complete stop, popping off her prop crown without hesitation and placing it on their heads instead, beaming as she approved on the view before moving on.
Still, with cheers echoing around her, Sammie made good time on her way to the squared circle, speeding up for the last several yards and she leapt up onto the apron. She hesitated not a second, vaulting herself over the top ropes in a singular, fluid motion, landing with a spritely step, the Former Lightweight and EuroAsia Champion striding towards centre ring as though she’d never left it.
Finding her spot, she spun dramatically and raised her arms up high, wiggling her fingers with a mischievous expression. The FAWNatics quickly took up on their cue, bringing their hands together as one in time with Sammie’s own, emphatic fashion, clapping…
ONCE!
TWICE!!
THRICE!!!
…before thrusting her arms out wide and a great burst of pyrokinetics exploded from all four corners of the ring, a statement of intent worthy of the FAWN Nation as they declared…
“WORLDS! BEST! BRIT!”
Freckled features flushing one final time, Sammie exhaled deeply and nodded, as ready as every to compete in the squared circle, prepared to face every new challenge head on, however daunting.
Finding her corner, she unclasped her cloak for the evening and politely passed it down to a helpful stagehand, thanking him by name and flashing him a sweet smile. Deed done, she settled in place and exhaled a second, deep breath, her eyes now only for the curtains and a fresh adversary who hailed from the same Nation.
Hello Zepp
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…slid into existence over the loud speakers, placing many in attendance ill at ease as the houselights dimmed and became sombre.
Slowly, from out of the back, emerged Sundae Stansfield, the Silk Countess gliding with one foot slid slowly in front of the other, a Savage Siren reborn for a new age, casting off the failures of the past in a cold inferno of fresh ambition.
SUNDAE STANSFIELD
She paid not a single soul any mind save one, her eyes, dark and overshadowed only for the People’s Princess inside the ring, Sundae trailing the tip of her tongue across her upper, ruby lip, gaze unflinching from her supple, royal prize. Without haste, without hurry, she stalked a path to the squared circle, five foot three and one hundred and thirteen pounds of sleek, sculptured perfection that no-one who had followed her career to date had expected to see.
Perfectly poised, she ascended the steel steps like the coming of a Empress, slipping into the confines of the ring between the top and middled ropes, coming to a stop a mere foot from Sammie who, intrigued (and more that a little surprised) had stepped forwards to meet her.
Spreading her arms out wide in a single, silky glide, she spoke but two words, uttered only for Sinclair.
“Witness me.”
Momentarily puzzled, Sammie tilted head before befuddlement was quickly replaced with genuine curiosity, impressed to see Stansfield really going out of her way to embrace the big occasion.
“This,” Sinclair noted. “This is a new look for you, isn’t it?”
Sundae’s gaze remained unflinching and yet, for a fraction of a second, there was a flickering of frustration.
“Sorry,” Sammie apologised with a low whisper. “Question for later, I’ll just run with it for now.”
Again, Stansfield said nothing and, again, that frustration flickered to the surface.
“Alright girls,” the Official interposed. “One fall or submission, break when I tell you, and let’s keep it clean, alright?”
Sam nodded in agreement.
Sundae did not.
The man in black and white called for the bell regardless…
…the Savage Siren SURGED forwards with shocking, sudden swiftness…
…and the Upstart Supreme CRACKED!! her clean across the underside of her jaw with the SWEETEST looking Sammie Kick they had seen all year!!
Stansfield was toppling without ever seeing what hit her, the boot connecting beautifully and claiming her consciousness in a flash. She hit the canvas with a thump, and Sammie was atop of her in an instant, the crowd erupting in both surprise and elation as the Fromer EuroAsia and Lightweight Champion proved her worth once again.
Collecting both of Sundae’s limber, athletic gams, Sinclair neatly rolled her up into a tight ball, thrusting that taunt little booty upwards towards the rafters as the Official dropped down to the mat to count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
…and called for the end of the match in less than ten seconds!!
The Cheers of the faithful returned ten-fold and Sammie, elated and cheeks flushed with swift victory, popped back up to her feet and whipped her hands up high, giddy with success and releasing a short sigh of relief. She remained that way for several moments, enthusiastically accepting her accolades with good grace before, feeling a little bad, she released a second sigh and then knelt down next to the poleaxed, freshly christened Silk Countess.
“So, hey,” she consoled quietly, the sentiment genuine as Stansfield started to come to. “I can see you went all out tonight and, well, I kind of just kicked you in the face for your trouble so, sorry about that.” She paused for a few seconds, mulling her thoughts over before continuing.
“If it’s any consolation, you’re not the first person to walk straight into my boot. I really hope it works out better for you next time, you’ve got a killer new look, I can’t wait to see you make good on it,” the Upstart Supreme consoled with a smile, nodding supportively before getting up and returning her attention to the adulation of masses.
With her arms upraised and the arena echoing with cheers, the People’s Princess put the Savage Siren out of mind, oblivious to the resentment that she had left simmering in her wake…