Post by SammieSinclair on Jan 10, 2015 9:25:47 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen,” begins FAWN’s resident, formally dressed announcer, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Sheffield, England in the United Kingdom, she stands five feet eight inches tall and tips the scales tonight at one hundred and forty pounds. She is the Sheffield Stunner, the British Bombshell, this is CAAASSSSSSIIIEEE HOOOPPPKKKIIINNNSSS!!!!!”
Cassie Hopkins...
The roof almost comes off when the Chemical Brothers' "Galvanize" rips through the sound system. And it only got louder when Cassie Hopkins herself enters the arena. Nearly as popular as her legendary tag team partner, make that former tag team partner thanks to Bethany Christian., the tall blonde powerhouse sets herself center stage, beaming and waving to the fans.
Though once upon a time, with Shea, she had been proclaimed FAWN Wrestler of the Year, a huge singles career had somehow eluded her. With Shea now tied to the anchor from Minnesota, Hopkins would have another long-term opportunity to make hay. It hadn’t started well, coming up short in a hard fought contest against Erika Eisenberg a few months back. But tonight, against a fellow Englishwoman, her fortunes might prove a little different.
And beating a former Lightweight AND Intercontinental champion should go a long way in bolstering her solo resume.
The buxom blonde Brit is decked out in a hot pink one piece that took egregious advantage of the term ‘plunging neckline‘. Starting wide at the shoulders, the garment finally converges juuust above her navel, at the top of a black diamond pattern. White pads and boots completed the ensemble.
Lifting a microphone, Cassie gazes over the crowd. “YOU LADS READY FOR THIS?” Hopkins asks, holding out her right hand in a fist, her thumb cocked dangerously over an invisible detonator. “CUZ HER LADYSHIP IS ABOUT TO GO…”
She depresses the trigger and the crowd roars, “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!”
Beaming, the British Bombshell starts down the ramp, angling left and right to both sides of the aisle to clap hands with the dozens extended her way. At the end of the aisle she heads right, making a quick circuit around the ring before heading up the steps and hopping over the top rope. One more ‘BOOOOOOOOOM!’ accompanies her positioning in the center of the ring, then Cass’ expression turns deadly serious as she looks to the stage above.
The wrestling rags had beaten a path to and over Lady Waterford for several weeks, constructing retirement rumors at every turn. Anything for a headline. Though Her Ladyship may have crossed her prime and seemingly understands it’s her time to face the constant dogging of such tripe on the interwebs, heaven help the person who'd bring it up face to face.
The one thing the moronic journalist wannabes apparently accomplished was to motivate Boss Bethany to put the furious Waterford in Season’s Beatings and for that, at least, the regal brunette, bouncing energetically behind the curtain is especially grateful.
The fact she would get a chance to whip up on Shea’s second fiddle only made the opportunity to prove everyone wrong all the sweeter and when the booming orchestral chords of her familiar accompaniment erupt heralding the former Intercontinental and Lightweight champion, the Duchess of East Anglia is ready to strut her veteran stuff.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sDI9HuVduDI&feature=related
The FAWNatics rise and erupt in a torrent of boos when Her Ladyship strides onto the stage, Fiona resplendent as always. The Brit reviews the boisterous crowd with her usual disdain and starts on her way down the ramp when the PA makes her arrival an official one.
“And her opponent, from Finsbury Park, London, England, standing 5 feet 7 inches tall, weighing in at 8 stone 13…Lady Fiona Waterford.”
Lady Fiona Waterford...
The athletic build of the Englishwoman remains VERY much appreciated and her beauty is accentuated in a striking midnight blue lace bra and panties with red bows on either hip and a royal coat of arms on her taut bum ( en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_coat_of_arms_of_the_United_Kingdom ). The attire leaves just the right amount to the imagination, which in this case was little. As a perfect bit of flair, red fishnet stockings reach up from midnight blue boots, red garters ending the stockings at mid-thigh.
Fiona strides down the aisle and hops to the apron. The Brit slides through the cables and moves to the center where she gives the raucous crowd and Cassie a backhanded ‘V’, palm inward, letting her true feelings of the great unwashed be reinforced. Waterford raises a microphone to her ruby lips.
“From what I hear, the peanut gallery thinks my clock is ticking to an end.” Fiona shouts over the crowd. “Let me assure them, you and London’s lackey. This royal bloodline is most definitely NOT at an end.”
Perhaps a little surprisingly, the crowd seems to agree, giving a modicum of support that Fiona scoffs at as she heads to her corner, turning over her microphone to a FAWN flunky.
She turns to face an old foe. One she’d battled a dozen times more in their shared homeland well before she'd joined FAWN and made a name on this side of The Pond.
Waterford moves to the middle of the ring and flexes an index finger, bidding Cassie forward for her beating as the bell brings the match to order.
Not at all surprisingly, the Sheffield Stunner doesn't hesitate to accept her Ladyship's invitation. As the bell sounds, Cassie Hopkins storms out of her corner to meet Fiona at mid-ring, the British brunette tensing as she prepares to accept a lock-up... only for Hopkins to dip a little lower. The former FAWN tag champ attempts to slip around behind her foe, and start the match off by slapping on a tight waistlock.
But as she does, Waterford shows her craft, spinning as the big blonde does. She ends behind Hopkins, cinching her arms around the waist of the Stunner. She lifts the doe-eyed Englishwoman off the deck just to give her a little taste of a Heimlich before placing her flaxen-haired foe back down. "We both know," Fee whispers over the blonde's shoulder "you carried that Manchester trash. Doesn't mean you're in my league, sweets." Fee dips and this time tries to haul Cass up and swing her legs into the sinewy stems in front of her, hoping to trip the big girl up and take her down.
Again, Hopkins goes up... but again, her feet promptly settle back down, the buxom blonde thwarting her foe's efforts to take her down with a well-timed shift of her weight. That still leaves her in the waistlock, of course... at least for the moment. Cocking her right elbow, Cassie fires her arm back over her shoulder once, then twice. The second blow does the trick, breaking Waterford's embrace enough to allow the Sheffield Stunner to spin and nuzzle in against Fiona's back. Again, her arms snake around the dark haired Brit's hips--only instead of going for a simple waistlock, this time Cassie prepares to pop her hips, hoping to deliver a belly-to-back suplex.
But Fiona's left leg grapevines around Hopkins' lower limb, keeping FAWN's real royalty grounded. "You'll have to do better than that sunshine," Fiona snarks as she squirms for freedom. But when Cassie lifts a knee into Fee's cheeks, unhinging Waterford's blocking stem in turn, Cassie quickly sends Her Ladyship up and over before the Duchess can do anything but go flying at Cass' command. Fiona lands heavy on head and shoulders, before rolling over to her chest, cradling the back of her head with both hands.
As the crowd cheers, the Sheffield Stunner regards her foe with a satisfied smirk as she rises. "How was that, 'duchess'?" Cassie asks, clearly meaning that moniker in condescending fashion. Moving in on the sprawled Waterford, Cassie stoops down, claiming hold of both of her Ladyship's ankles before dragging the British brunette closer to the center of the ring. Keeping Fiona's ankles under her control, Hopkins raises her foe's legs a little higher. She then starts trying to roll the Duchess over to her belly, intending to step over and sink back into a Boston crab.
But as the blonde does, Waterford is able to rip one ankle free, press the sole of her boot into Cassie's bum and send her stumbling away with a piston-like shove from her leg. Her Ladyship scrambles to her feet and stares daggers at the spinning and likewise focused Hopkins. "Not bad dear," Waterford says as she circles, Cassie quickly joining her. "It's a shame you wasted your talents defending someone's less then sensational arse." The women throw themselves at each other in a collar-and-elbow, which Fiona quickly turns into a side headlock. She grinds on Cassie's noggin before shifting her grip, dropping to one knee and attempting to flip Hopkins over in a snap mare.
Fiona Waterford isn't known as wrestling royalty simply for the contents of her blood. Her Ladyship takes Cassie off her feet, the curvy blonde landing harshly on her well-upholstered backside. The Sheffield Stunner lets out a small cry... but her troubles are only just beginning. Fiona scoots in behind the British Bombshell, planting her knee directly between Hopkins' shoulderblades as she reaches around to slap on a chinlock. As Cassie's hands move up to pry at Fiona's, the referee drops to one knee and asks the blonde if she wants to quit. A fair few FAWNatics roll their eyes on Hopkins' behalf, the Sheffield Stunner settling for hissing out a strained, "Nooo..."
Fee gives up her grip to turn it in for some smashing forearms, several one-twos to either side of Cassie's skull, buffeting the blonde. And though Waterford's taken a bit of a detour, she proceeds to finish of her Sign of the Four combination.
SIGN OF FOUR @00:26:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZRziHkeXfq4
After the kneedrop to Cassie's chops, Fiona backpedals to the ropes behind her and rebounds toward the splayed tawny-skinned blonde. Her Ladyship leaps into the air above her foe, dropping toward a crossbody splash of her fellow Brit.
And Fiona lands just below Cassie's mountain range, her Ladyship's tummy 'THWAP!'ing down across the Sheffield Stunner's and sending Hopkins shapely stems flying into the air. Waterford immediately gathers both stems, while the referee promptly slaps off the...
ONE...
TWO...
Cassie kicks out.
Her ears still ringing ever so slightly from the Duchess' last knee and her chest still heaving as she tries to reclaim the wind knocked out of her by Fiona's splash, Hopkins nevertheless scrambles back to her feet, trying to beat her Ladyship back to verticality and reclaim the offensive.
But Lady Waterford makes sure there's no chance of that happening, grabbing Cassie by her long golden locks as she's halfway up and delivering a knee to the ribs. 'Helping' Cassie the rest of the way to stooped feet, Fiona guides her fellow Englishwoman to the nearest corner and draws back the noggin of the babyfaced Brit. "Let's see if I can't knock some sense into this crumpet," she shouts to the FAWNatics, Waterford getting a less than pleasant response from the Bombshell Brigade. Nevertheless, Fiona begins to WHAM Cassie's forehead into the buckle ONE...TWO...THREE TIMES...Fiona's grin growing wider with each THWUMP of face to corner.
And with each THWUMP, Cassie's knees grow a little less resolved. A FIFTH blast of the Sheffield Stunner's coconut into the top turnbuckle finally proves too much for them, and the curvy British blonde sinks to her knees. Not that Waterford seems to mind. She simply adjusts her aim, BLASTING Hopkins' forehead into the middle turnbuckle for blasts number six, seven and eight. By this point, her Ladyship's smile is threatening to increase beyond the confines of her face--and the venom of the FAWNatics is reaching higher and higher volume.
Cassie slumps even further and Fiona takes the opportunity to share the love with the bottom buckle, slamming Hopkins' face into it for numbers NINE and TEN. Fiona drags the debilitated blonde to center stage on her chest by the ankles, making Cassie's top ride along the canvas, threatening to rub the garment from its current PG location. The regal brunette beauty shouts over Cassie's shoulder. "I believe this is what you were attempting to do." Fiona starts to shift her grips on the blonde's legs and spin to a standing reverse straddle where she could then crouch into a Boston Crab, break the supple back of the babyface Brit, and show the smarks she had not only enough for one more run at the top but maybe two.
Knocked into a fairly deep stupor by all three buckles, awareness returns to Cassie only when Fiona's backside very nearly settles down against her shoulderblades. This time, when the official checks for a submission, the fans are less annoyed and more fearful--however, Hopkins answer remains in the negative, even if her voice is a little shakier. Gritting her teeth, the British Bombshell pushes up onto her elbows, Cassie's eyes narrowing as she locates the bottom rope. Destination now fixed in her mind, Cassie starts to drag herself in that direction--not an easy task with her Ladyship very nearly sitting down against her upper back.
Fiona fights every step of the way,giving up inches grudgingly but inexorably and Hopkins manages to wrap a palm around the bottom cable. Waiting the requisite 'FOUR', Waterford lets the tawny stems drop to the canvas and she strides away, turning at mid-ring to motion to the groaning, climbing Cassie. "If I'm done, what does that mean she is?" Fiona shouts to the assembled. Her Ladyship turns her attention back to the now risen Hopkins moving alongside her. The brunette grabs the same top strand Cass has both hands on and yanks backwards sending Hopkins backward somersaulting away from the strands. As Cassie rolls to her back, Lady Fiona slides to the outside and grabs the top rope from the edge of the apron. Showing the hops that still remain in her legs, Fiona bounces to the top cable, preparing to use it as a springboard and drop an elbow into the cleft of Cassie's bosom.
SPRINGBOARD ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wmDnOPY3AcI
Her Ladyship's elevation is staggering--possibly worthy of her longtime Sensational nemesis. Her aim is true, as well... or at least, it would have been had Cassie remained in her place. But the Sheffield Stunner rolls to her right, clearing out of Waterford's path with barely room to spare before the brunette's elbow SMASHES into the canvas. The Duchess of East Anglia sits up instantly, howling and shaking out her suddenly throbbing elbow, while Hopkins awkwardly climbs back to her feet. Marching over to her Ladyship, Cassie answers Fiona's last question with a snarl. "Just getting warmed up." Jerking Waterford to her feet with a handful of hair, Hopkins releases her locks before slipping her arms around Fiona's waist, preparing to pull her into a tight bearhug.
Waterford gasps emphatically as the bigger, babyfaced blonde closes her arms tight around her Ladyship's midriff. Dark eyes bulge as the effort to breathe quickly becomes urgent. Fiona tries to pry her way free, but the effort is useless and is, in fact, met with a wicked shake of Fiona's frame from Shea's onetime partner. Knowing time is limited before Hopkins squeezes the energy from her like an overripe orange, Waterford's arms rise to either side of Cassie's temples, Fiona ready to slap her hands together behind the head of the blonde and ring the Bombshell's ears.
Hopkins spots those rising arms, and she attempts to cancel their ascent with a well-timed pulse of her arms. Her Ladyship, however, will NOT be denied. She sends her elbows 'THWAP!'ing into Cassie's ears, the curvy blonde groaning... but not releasing her bearhug. At least, not at first. A second earringer, on the other hand, succeeds in popping Hopkins' arms loose--and Fiona follows up by popping a harsh forearm into Hopkins' bosom. With the Sheffield Stunner knocked into a backpedal, Waterford bodies in, snatching a wrist and launching the blonde toward the ropes with an Irish whip... only for Cassie to reverse it! As the raven haired regal hurtles back toward her, Hopkins prepares to scoop up her foe and execute a sidewalk slam.
SIDEWALK SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=it4P85zP6W8
Hopkins vaults a bugeyed Waterford off the deck backhand-style. With a wriggling Fiona horizontal on Cassie's hip, Hopkins shows off the power that had made she and Shea FAWN's Wrestlers of the Year a few years in the mirror, not to mention former Tag Team champions. Cassie walks in a tight circle before dropping to her side and PLANTING Fiona into the deck, an electric shock-like reaction to the collision that straightens Fee's body in a spasm before she falls motionless on her back next to the Bombshell.
Having shown off her power, the Sheffield Stunner now sets about demonstrating the technical prowess that had made World champion in Battling Ring Angels at a remarkably young age. Circling to the downed brunette's feet, Cassie grabs an ankle, lifting her Ladyship's luscious stem off the mat. "Y'know," Hopkins muses, stepping over the gam, "I almost feel bad to do this. Hopefully you don't wind up needing a knee or hip replacement after this." As the British Bombshell begins to spin around Waterford's captive leg, the FAWNatics rise, waiting to erupt when Cassie falls back and gets the figure four cinched in.
Hopkins locks legs with her fellow Englishwoman and drops to her backside before stretching out to her back and elbows. With the Bombshell leaning back, Fiona starts to howl like a scalded bulldog. Waterford's fingers run through her think dark mane, yanking at the follicles to spread the pain in her searing knee. The official asks Fiona if she wants to surrender and through half-lidded eyes and clenched teeth, the Duchess shakes her head wildly. "Hell NOAHHHH!" Knowing prying would again be worthless, Fiona desperately rocks from side to side, hoping to roll both she and her tormentor to their chests, turn the submission on its head, and make Cassie cry for mercy.
Cassie manages to ride out the first couple of waves from her Ladyship, and she halts anymore from happening with a twist of Fiona's knee that sends the shrieking regal tumbling flat to her back--and her shoulders.
ONE...
TWO...
A grimacing Waterford pops up onto her elbows, gritting her teeth as she avoids a pinfall defeat. But it would only be a few more moments before the strain on her knee ligaments would either put her down for the three or force her to tap, so she again begins to shift her weight back and forth... and, after a couple of false starts, her Ladyship FINALLY manages to roll over, with Cassie in toe. The tables turned, Fiona presses her palms flat against the mat, pushing her upper body into the air, Cassie's boot resting almost directly between the crevice between Waterford's cheeks. However, the raven haired Brit's roll has at least left the Sheffield Stunner close enough that she can reach out and quickly snatch the bottom rope.
A frustrated Duchess keeps her inverted figure-four in place for another four seconds before unknotting her legs from the mewling Hopkins. Crawling several feet away, Fiona pushes to her feet and hops in pain, limping in a wide arc that moves her back toward Cassie, the blonde having used the ropes to pull her way up. As Cass turns toward the brunette, Fiona dips and 'hups' the bigger blonde up across Waterford's shoulders. A fast-thinking Cassie lands a couple elbow strikes to Fiona's temple. Waterford tries to hold on so she can deliver her Waking Nightmare, a genuflecting neckbreaker that might change the shape of the rest of this contest.
Alas, the combination of Cassie's elbows and the burden of supporting the voluptuous blonde's one-hundred and forty pounds is placing on her Ladyship's punished knee proves too much. After the fifth rapid-fire elbow, Hopkins manages to slip off of Waterford's shoulders. The Sheffield Stunner offers a small yelp of pain herself from a twinge in her knee, but Cassie quickly dips and slips an arm through Fiona's thighs. Apparently it's a contest of Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better, as Cassie attempts to muscle Waterford up into a fireman's carry of her own--only Hopkins' would end in a death valley driver, assuming everything went to plan.
DEATH VALLEY DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TlTK5q9vQzg
And before Fiona is sure what's happened, she's switched places with Cassie, Hopkins holding her high, Waterford strapped in a fireman's carry across the Bombshell's shoulders. Size and perhaps youth make all the difference in the situations as Waterford can't come up with the counter Cassie had moments before. The tawny blonde lays out and DRIVES Fiona's head and shoulders into the deck Death Valley-style. The demolished Fiona spreads out in a spreadeagle next to Cassie. Hopkins rolls to her foe, drops her body across that of Fiona, and hooks a leg for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOO!
Dazed, Fee somehow finds a way out, but for how long has she saved herself.
Hopkins' spares the most fleeting of seconds to fix the referee with a scornful glare, but she then rises, bending down to hairhaul a battered and dazed Duchess of East Anglia up as well. An open hand shot to the chest from the Sheffield Stunner sends Waterford staggering back into the ropes, before Cassie nuzzles in tight against her opponent, chest to chest. "Lookin' a little knackered, luv," Cassie smiles, securing a grip on Fiona's wrists. "Guess that means we know where you're gonna be going." Setting her feet, Hopkins sends the British brunette on her less than merry way with an Irish whip. Marching out to center ring, Cassie drops into an expectant crouch, waiting to catch Fiona, pivot and DRIVE her Ladyship to the mat via a spinebuster.
Waterford has no choice in the decision to sprint away at Cassie's command. Fiona races into the far ropes and rebounds toward Hopkins, still in a state outside full awareness. Staring down the busty blonde gatekeeper upon her return, the only idea the veteran grappler can come up with is to try and take the Bombshell down with a Thesz press. But the effort backfires when Hopkins accepts Fiona into her arms, spins with the momentum, and delivers Waterford to the deck in explosive fashion, Her Ladyship's spinal column violently altered by the force of Cassie's attack.
Cassie briefly considers planting her palms atop Fiona’s heaving bosom, but she instead springs back to her feet, the FAWNatics thoroughly enjoying the decimation of the Duchess. Dragging Waterford up to stooped feet by her hair, Hopkins shoves the brunette’s head between her thighs and clamps down with a tight standing headscissors. As Fiona’s backside sways slightly side to side, Cassie raises her right fist into the air, her thumb cocked--which is all the prompting the fans need to ROAR out a “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!”
A beaming Hopkins nods in approval, before slipping her arms underneath Fiona’s midsection. But, just before she can begin to swing her cargo up onto her shoulders, there’s another vocal interruption, this one coming over the arena’s sound system.
“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....”
There was the briefest of pauses following that decidedly orgasmic cry, and then...
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH...”
Confusion quickly gives way, as the voice unmistakably belongs to Shirley Manson, the beat of Garbage's "#1 Crush" thumping over the sound system. A moment later the curtains part, and a voluptuous young blonde--her curves arguably MORE stunning than Cassie’s--strides into view, jeers and lustful catcalls greeting the arrival of Three D. While her bosom is currently sheathed in a black--and oddly inside out--t-shirt, the garment is unable to suppress the glory of her bounty in any way. Below decks, her undercarriage is encased in a set of purple lycra bikini bottoms with black trim. Black boots tie up the ensemble.
Darla Diane Davis...
And she is not alone.
Trailing just behind her is Darla Diane’s newest acquaintance, their fellowship just cemented at Cold November Pain. Irma Irons stands wrapped in a tank top and well worn shorts that were the same stark raven as her hair, her fists clenched and wrapped in gloves and a chain wrapped tightly about her midriff.
Irma Irons...
“And here I was,” Darla purrs venomously, “thinking the Sensational Afterthought’s place on the last show was an insult. But what do I see THIS month? The last time Fiona Waterford was relevant, people were still using America Online. And YOU, Cassie..? Have you actually WON a singles match THIS century?”
The Sheffield Stunner releases her standing headscissors, allowing her Ladyship to sag down to her knees as Cassie stalks over to the ropes. “I was just about to,” Hopkins hisses back, “but if you wanna do anything more than run your mouth, you’re welcome to come down here and get Union Jacked in Fee’s place!”
While Three D remains poised at the end of the aisle, the FAWNatics don’t seem to have a problem with Cassie’s invitation... except for two. A pair of hoodie-clad women hop the railing from behind the buxom British blonde, Rose Evans and Gabby Mendoza each letting those hoods slide down as they slip under the ring. Evans hangs back along the ropes,keeping a wary eye on Waterford, but Gabby surges forward, lowering her shoulder toward the pit of Hopkins’ left knee.
Rose Evans...
Gabby Mendoza...
Mendoza throws into the pit of Cassie's joint, sending the bigger blonde tumbling to the canvas with a yelp. Hopkins, rolling on her back from side to side, pulls her battered knee close to her chest, face twisted in pain from the sneak attack. Rose gives her partner a polite golf clap and slides through the ropes with a Cheshire Cat smile. She meets Gabby in an embrace, pulling her close and giving the brunette a pinch for good luck. The duo break, turn to Triple D, motion to the wreckage in front of them and shrug. As Darla moves down the ramp, Gabby strides to Waterford, the Duchess on all fours, and Rose proceeds to Cassie, collecting her with a handful of flaxen locks.
Irma trails the curvaceous blonde... at least, until Darla turns to her. "Do me a favour," Davis says. "Keep an eye out here. Not that I think many people will be jumping over themselves to save Fiona from being sent to the land of social security... But Hopkins has friends--one you know VERY well now. It would be a shame if she stuck her nose in."
The Weaponized Wolverine nods, and turns back toward the ramp, the brunette now serving as a notoriously vicious watchdog. As Darla Diane begins to ascend the ringsteps, Gabby sashays into a standing straddle of her Ladyship. Apparently, the Babyfaced Killer feels more playful than vengeful at the moment, for she contents herself with mounting Waterford's back, her boots raised up against the brunette's bum. And, taking a handful of raven locks, Gabby uses one of those boots to spur the Duchess toward giving her a delightful horsey ride around the ring. Rose Evans, on the other hand, is feeling far more malevolent. After peppering the British Bombshell's back with a couple of stomps, the Smartest Girl in the room reaches down and grabs Cassie's left writ. Lifting the buxom blonde's arm up and away from her body, Rose swings one of her shapely stems over the wing, intending to drop to the mat and ensnare the one-time FAWN Wrestler of the Year in her Bed of Roses.
BED OF ROSES @1:20:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JHjK_G6KHxs
Rose singularly ties up the British Bombshell in an inescapable knot, first capturing Cassie's near arm in the crook of a leg. She quickly secures the opposite arm in a scissors before crossing Hopkins' long, dangerous stems and locking them in place with a dual grip. The ref, already tardy with his call for the bell, signals for the No Contest then insists Rose let the howling Cassie go. He works at prying Cassie free, but finds the Bed nearly impossible to clear. Meanwhile Hopkins, shakes her head, trying to bite her lower lip before screaming out a loud, plaintive 'I GIVE', the surrender not deterring Evans in the least.
For her part, Waterford refuses to be placed on the wrong end of equestrian training. She bucks Gabby off and struggles to her feet, turning with a clothesline at the ready to punish someone foolish enough to try and show up a British royal, particularly one apt to remove head from body.
The bell sounds... and KEEPS sounding, but Rose will not be plucked away from the Sheffield Stunner. And the official's efforts to pull Evans off her prey are brought to an abrupt end when Darla Diana grabs one handful of hair and another of waistband, and rushes the poor doof to the ropes. As Three D slings the zebra out of the ring, Fiona Waterford is swinging in her own way, her arm extended to decapitate the bratty brunette who would try to embarrass her. Gabby proves elusive, however, the lovely Latina ducking under the scythe. Her Ladyship is swift to turn again, trying to re-acquire her target... only Mendoza is equally quick in launching off her feet. Grabbing the back of Fiona's noggin with both hands, the Babyfaced Killer brings her knees up toward Waterford's jaw, ready to Burst the Duchess' Bubble.
BURSTING YOUR BUBBLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9mbVFgTFdFg
Cassie having placed her in dire straits previous to the new arrivals, Lady Fiona doesn't have anywhere near all her faculties to reverse the speedy Latina. Gabby rips the Brit off her moorings. And when Mendoza's back hits the canvas, it's good night for Her Ladyship. Waterford's jaw CRACKS into Gabby's bended knees sending the veteran wickedly whiplashing from the impact. Fiona gets some air before spreading out in an unconscious starfish, the Duchess and the scant royal blur and red covering her motionless at Three D's feet. Davis gives Gabby a high-five when the Babyfaced Killer kips to her feet after 'Bursting' Fiona.
For Cassie Hopkins, cries of surrender soon become tearful pleas for release... and STILL, Rose will not relent. "LOUDER, YOU IGNORANT, OBSOLETE BYTCH!" the Barely Legal brat snarls. "THE PRICE FOR ME LETTING GO? IT'S *EVERY* LAST OUNCE OF YOUR PRIDE!"
A few feet away, after her celebration with Gabby, Darla's face falls slightly when she looks down at the remains of Fiona Waterford. "I don't think you left anything for me," the curvaceous Cali cutie pouts.
"I can fix that, boss!" Mendoza says brightly, before driving a stomp between her Ladyship's thighs. The boot has the desired effect, the Duchess howling in roused agony. Three D nods approving, and the Babyfaced Killer earns more of Darla's favor by hairhauling Waterford up to her knees. Gabby holds her Ladyship's arms behind her back, while Darla reaches her hands around behind the kneeling royal's head, preparing to pull Fiona's face deeeeeeeeeeeeeep into her cleavage.
Fiona's threats are short-lived as she squirms within Gabby's double chickenwing grip. Truth be told, it appears Waterford doesn't know who the interlopers are and that makes both Mendoza and Davis all the more delighted when Lady Fiona's mouth and nose are stuffed into Three D's mountainous cleavage. Darla winds her arms around the back of Waterford's noggin to make certain the front sleeper is set in stone around the Stone Age brunette and that Fee will be suckling instead of breathing for as long as Three D cares to treat her to lunch. As Fiona's squirming lessens by the second, Cassie continues to beg for release, perhaps reflexively howling for Shea. Irma watches for the cavalry, but London seems other occupied.
Feeling her Ladyship's arms growing slack, Gabby lets them go... and, after a few weak spasms, those arms fall limp to her sides. Grinning, the Babyfaced Killer brings one of her now-free hands up to her mouth--and pops her spent was of Hubba Bubba into her fingertips. Mendoza absently wads the sugary substance into a ball--before smushing the gum into Fiona’s locks, right at the crown of her skull. Meanwhile, Darla Diane pulls back... to reveal that the swaying Waterford's eyes are still open, albeit half-lidded, a thin line of spittle running out of the left corner of her mouth. Davis places the tip of her right index finger against the Duchess' forehead, and it doesn't take much of a push to send the British brunette toppling to her back.
A few feet away, Rose Evans FINALLY releases the Bed of Roses, allowing Cassie Hopkins to curl into a tight fetal ball as the Smartest Girl in the Room rises to her feet. Sauntering over to her fellow Barely Legal brat, Evans accepts Gabby's hug... and it doesn't escape the notice of the FAWNatics when Rose's hands slip down Mendoza's hips, and give the Latina's cheeks a firm squeeze. Darla Diane sweeps her arm from ravaged blonde to demolished brunette.
"The past..." she declares, before jabbing a thumb to her chest and slinging an arm around Rose's shoulder.
"The future. Which, if you haven't noticed? Is NOW!
Cassie Hopkins...
The roof almost comes off when the Chemical Brothers' "Galvanize" rips through the sound system. And it only got louder when Cassie Hopkins herself enters the arena. Nearly as popular as her legendary tag team partner, make that former tag team partner thanks to Bethany Christian., the tall blonde powerhouse sets herself center stage, beaming and waving to the fans.
Though once upon a time, with Shea, she had been proclaimed FAWN Wrestler of the Year, a huge singles career had somehow eluded her. With Shea now tied to the anchor from Minnesota, Hopkins would have another long-term opportunity to make hay. It hadn’t started well, coming up short in a hard fought contest against Erika Eisenberg a few months back. But tonight, against a fellow Englishwoman, her fortunes might prove a little different.
And beating a former Lightweight AND Intercontinental champion should go a long way in bolstering her solo resume.
The buxom blonde Brit is decked out in a hot pink one piece that took egregious advantage of the term ‘plunging neckline‘. Starting wide at the shoulders, the garment finally converges juuust above her navel, at the top of a black diamond pattern. White pads and boots completed the ensemble.
Lifting a microphone, Cassie gazes over the crowd. “YOU LADS READY FOR THIS?” Hopkins asks, holding out her right hand in a fist, her thumb cocked dangerously over an invisible detonator. “CUZ HER LADYSHIP IS ABOUT TO GO…”
She depresses the trigger and the crowd roars, “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!”
Beaming, the British Bombshell starts down the ramp, angling left and right to both sides of the aisle to clap hands with the dozens extended her way. At the end of the aisle she heads right, making a quick circuit around the ring before heading up the steps and hopping over the top rope. One more ‘BOOOOOOOOOM!’ accompanies her positioning in the center of the ring, then Cass’ expression turns deadly serious as she looks to the stage above.
The wrestling rags had beaten a path to and over Lady Waterford for several weeks, constructing retirement rumors at every turn. Anything for a headline. Though Her Ladyship may have crossed her prime and seemingly understands it’s her time to face the constant dogging of such tripe on the interwebs, heaven help the person who'd bring it up face to face.
The one thing the moronic journalist wannabes apparently accomplished was to motivate Boss Bethany to put the furious Waterford in Season’s Beatings and for that, at least, the regal brunette, bouncing energetically behind the curtain is especially grateful.
The fact she would get a chance to whip up on Shea’s second fiddle only made the opportunity to prove everyone wrong all the sweeter and when the booming orchestral chords of her familiar accompaniment erupt heralding the former Intercontinental and Lightweight champion, the Duchess of East Anglia is ready to strut her veteran stuff.
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The FAWNatics rise and erupt in a torrent of boos when Her Ladyship strides onto the stage, Fiona resplendent as always. The Brit reviews the boisterous crowd with her usual disdain and starts on her way down the ramp when the PA makes her arrival an official one.
“And her opponent, from Finsbury Park, London, England, standing 5 feet 7 inches tall, weighing in at 8 stone 13…Lady Fiona Waterford.”
Lady Fiona Waterford...
The athletic build of the Englishwoman remains VERY much appreciated and her beauty is accentuated in a striking midnight blue lace bra and panties with red bows on either hip and a royal coat of arms on her taut bum ( en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_coat_of_arms_of_the_United_Kingdom ). The attire leaves just the right amount to the imagination, which in this case was little. As a perfect bit of flair, red fishnet stockings reach up from midnight blue boots, red garters ending the stockings at mid-thigh.
Fiona strides down the aisle and hops to the apron. The Brit slides through the cables and moves to the center where she gives the raucous crowd and Cassie a backhanded ‘V’, palm inward, letting her true feelings of the great unwashed be reinforced. Waterford raises a microphone to her ruby lips.
“From what I hear, the peanut gallery thinks my clock is ticking to an end.” Fiona shouts over the crowd. “Let me assure them, you and London’s lackey. This royal bloodline is most definitely NOT at an end.”
Perhaps a little surprisingly, the crowd seems to agree, giving a modicum of support that Fiona scoffs at as she heads to her corner, turning over her microphone to a FAWN flunky.
She turns to face an old foe. One she’d battled a dozen times more in their shared homeland well before she'd joined FAWN and made a name on this side of The Pond.
Waterford moves to the middle of the ring and flexes an index finger, bidding Cassie forward for her beating as the bell brings the match to order.
Not at all surprisingly, the Sheffield Stunner doesn't hesitate to accept her Ladyship's invitation. As the bell sounds, Cassie Hopkins storms out of her corner to meet Fiona at mid-ring, the British brunette tensing as she prepares to accept a lock-up... only for Hopkins to dip a little lower. The former FAWN tag champ attempts to slip around behind her foe, and start the match off by slapping on a tight waistlock.
But as she does, Waterford shows her craft, spinning as the big blonde does. She ends behind Hopkins, cinching her arms around the waist of the Stunner. She lifts the doe-eyed Englishwoman off the deck just to give her a little taste of a Heimlich before placing her flaxen-haired foe back down. "We both know," Fee whispers over the blonde's shoulder "you carried that Manchester trash. Doesn't mean you're in my league, sweets." Fee dips and this time tries to haul Cass up and swing her legs into the sinewy stems in front of her, hoping to trip the big girl up and take her down.
Again, Hopkins goes up... but again, her feet promptly settle back down, the buxom blonde thwarting her foe's efforts to take her down with a well-timed shift of her weight. That still leaves her in the waistlock, of course... at least for the moment. Cocking her right elbow, Cassie fires her arm back over her shoulder once, then twice. The second blow does the trick, breaking Waterford's embrace enough to allow the Sheffield Stunner to spin and nuzzle in against Fiona's back. Again, her arms snake around the dark haired Brit's hips--only instead of going for a simple waistlock, this time Cassie prepares to pop her hips, hoping to deliver a belly-to-back suplex.
But Fiona's left leg grapevines around Hopkins' lower limb, keeping FAWN's real royalty grounded. "You'll have to do better than that sunshine," Fiona snarks as she squirms for freedom. But when Cassie lifts a knee into Fee's cheeks, unhinging Waterford's blocking stem in turn, Cassie quickly sends Her Ladyship up and over before the Duchess can do anything but go flying at Cass' command. Fiona lands heavy on head and shoulders, before rolling over to her chest, cradling the back of her head with both hands.
As the crowd cheers, the Sheffield Stunner regards her foe with a satisfied smirk as she rises. "How was that, 'duchess'?" Cassie asks, clearly meaning that moniker in condescending fashion. Moving in on the sprawled Waterford, Cassie stoops down, claiming hold of both of her Ladyship's ankles before dragging the British brunette closer to the center of the ring. Keeping Fiona's ankles under her control, Hopkins raises her foe's legs a little higher. She then starts trying to roll the Duchess over to her belly, intending to step over and sink back into a Boston crab.
But as the blonde does, Waterford is able to rip one ankle free, press the sole of her boot into Cassie's bum and send her stumbling away with a piston-like shove from her leg. Her Ladyship scrambles to her feet and stares daggers at the spinning and likewise focused Hopkins. "Not bad dear," Waterford says as she circles, Cassie quickly joining her. "It's a shame you wasted your talents defending someone's less then sensational arse." The women throw themselves at each other in a collar-and-elbow, which Fiona quickly turns into a side headlock. She grinds on Cassie's noggin before shifting her grip, dropping to one knee and attempting to flip Hopkins over in a snap mare.
Fiona Waterford isn't known as wrestling royalty simply for the contents of her blood. Her Ladyship takes Cassie off her feet, the curvy blonde landing harshly on her well-upholstered backside. The Sheffield Stunner lets out a small cry... but her troubles are only just beginning. Fiona scoots in behind the British Bombshell, planting her knee directly between Hopkins' shoulderblades as she reaches around to slap on a chinlock. As Cassie's hands move up to pry at Fiona's, the referee drops to one knee and asks the blonde if she wants to quit. A fair few FAWNatics roll their eyes on Hopkins' behalf, the Sheffield Stunner settling for hissing out a strained, "Nooo..."
Fee gives up her grip to turn it in for some smashing forearms, several one-twos to either side of Cassie's skull, buffeting the blonde. And though Waterford's taken a bit of a detour, she proceeds to finish of her Sign of the Four combination.
SIGN OF FOUR @00:26:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZRziHkeXfq4
After the kneedrop to Cassie's chops, Fiona backpedals to the ropes behind her and rebounds toward the splayed tawny-skinned blonde. Her Ladyship leaps into the air above her foe, dropping toward a crossbody splash of her fellow Brit.
And Fiona lands just below Cassie's mountain range, her Ladyship's tummy 'THWAP!'ing down across the Sheffield Stunner's and sending Hopkins shapely stems flying into the air. Waterford immediately gathers both stems, while the referee promptly slaps off the...
ONE...
TWO...
Cassie kicks out.
Her ears still ringing ever so slightly from the Duchess' last knee and her chest still heaving as she tries to reclaim the wind knocked out of her by Fiona's splash, Hopkins nevertheless scrambles back to her feet, trying to beat her Ladyship back to verticality and reclaim the offensive.
But Lady Waterford makes sure there's no chance of that happening, grabbing Cassie by her long golden locks as she's halfway up and delivering a knee to the ribs. 'Helping' Cassie the rest of the way to stooped feet, Fiona guides her fellow Englishwoman to the nearest corner and draws back the noggin of the babyfaced Brit. "Let's see if I can't knock some sense into this crumpet," she shouts to the FAWNatics, Waterford getting a less than pleasant response from the Bombshell Brigade. Nevertheless, Fiona begins to WHAM Cassie's forehead into the buckle ONE...TWO...THREE TIMES...Fiona's grin growing wider with each THWUMP of face to corner.
And with each THWUMP, Cassie's knees grow a little less resolved. A FIFTH blast of the Sheffield Stunner's coconut into the top turnbuckle finally proves too much for them, and the curvy British blonde sinks to her knees. Not that Waterford seems to mind. She simply adjusts her aim, BLASTING Hopkins' forehead into the middle turnbuckle for blasts number six, seven and eight. By this point, her Ladyship's smile is threatening to increase beyond the confines of her face--and the venom of the FAWNatics is reaching higher and higher volume.
Cassie slumps even further and Fiona takes the opportunity to share the love with the bottom buckle, slamming Hopkins' face into it for numbers NINE and TEN. Fiona drags the debilitated blonde to center stage on her chest by the ankles, making Cassie's top ride along the canvas, threatening to rub the garment from its current PG location. The regal brunette beauty shouts over Cassie's shoulder. "I believe this is what you were attempting to do." Fiona starts to shift her grips on the blonde's legs and spin to a standing reverse straddle where she could then crouch into a Boston Crab, break the supple back of the babyface Brit, and show the smarks she had not only enough for one more run at the top but maybe two.
Knocked into a fairly deep stupor by all three buckles, awareness returns to Cassie only when Fiona's backside very nearly settles down against her shoulderblades. This time, when the official checks for a submission, the fans are less annoyed and more fearful--however, Hopkins answer remains in the negative, even if her voice is a little shakier. Gritting her teeth, the British Bombshell pushes up onto her elbows, Cassie's eyes narrowing as she locates the bottom rope. Destination now fixed in her mind, Cassie starts to drag herself in that direction--not an easy task with her Ladyship very nearly sitting down against her upper back.
Fiona fights every step of the way,giving up inches grudgingly but inexorably and Hopkins manages to wrap a palm around the bottom cable. Waiting the requisite 'FOUR', Waterford lets the tawny stems drop to the canvas and she strides away, turning at mid-ring to motion to the groaning, climbing Cassie. "If I'm done, what does that mean she is?" Fiona shouts to the assembled. Her Ladyship turns her attention back to the now risen Hopkins moving alongside her. The brunette grabs the same top strand Cass has both hands on and yanks backwards sending Hopkins backward somersaulting away from the strands. As Cassie rolls to her back, Lady Fiona slides to the outside and grabs the top rope from the edge of the apron. Showing the hops that still remain in her legs, Fiona bounces to the top cable, preparing to use it as a springboard and drop an elbow into the cleft of Cassie's bosom.
SPRINGBOARD ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wmDnOPY3AcI
Her Ladyship's elevation is staggering--possibly worthy of her longtime Sensational nemesis. Her aim is true, as well... or at least, it would have been had Cassie remained in her place. But the Sheffield Stunner rolls to her right, clearing out of Waterford's path with barely room to spare before the brunette's elbow SMASHES into the canvas. The Duchess of East Anglia sits up instantly, howling and shaking out her suddenly throbbing elbow, while Hopkins awkwardly climbs back to her feet. Marching over to her Ladyship, Cassie answers Fiona's last question with a snarl. "Just getting warmed up." Jerking Waterford to her feet with a handful of hair, Hopkins releases her locks before slipping her arms around Fiona's waist, preparing to pull her into a tight bearhug.
Waterford gasps emphatically as the bigger, babyfaced blonde closes her arms tight around her Ladyship's midriff. Dark eyes bulge as the effort to breathe quickly becomes urgent. Fiona tries to pry her way free, but the effort is useless and is, in fact, met with a wicked shake of Fiona's frame from Shea's onetime partner. Knowing time is limited before Hopkins squeezes the energy from her like an overripe orange, Waterford's arms rise to either side of Cassie's temples, Fiona ready to slap her hands together behind the head of the blonde and ring the Bombshell's ears.
Hopkins spots those rising arms, and she attempts to cancel their ascent with a well-timed pulse of her arms. Her Ladyship, however, will NOT be denied. She sends her elbows 'THWAP!'ing into Cassie's ears, the curvy blonde groaning... but not releasing her bearhug. At least, not at first. A second earringer, on the other hand, succeeds in popping Hopkins' arms loose--and Fiona follows up by popping a harsh forearm into Hopkins' bosom. With the Sheffield Stunner knocked into a backpedal, Waterford bodies in, snatching a wrist and launching the blonde toward the ropes with an Irish whip... only for Cassie to reverse it! As the raven haired regal hurtles back toward her, Hopkins prepares to scoop up her foe and execute a sidewalk slam.
SIDEWALK SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=it4P85zP6W8
Hopkins vaults a bugeyed Waterford off the deck backhand-style. With a wriggling Fiona horizontal on Cassie's hip, Hopkins shows off the power that had made she and Shea FAWN's Wrestlers of the Year a few years in the mirror, not to mention former Tag Team champions. Cassie walks in a tight circle before dropping to her side and PLANTING Fiona into the deck, an electric shock-like reaction to the collision that straightens Fee's body in a spasm before she falls motionless on her back next to the Bombshell.
Having shown off her power, the Sheffield Stunner now sets about demonstrating the technical prowess that had made World champion in Battling Ring Angels at a remarkably young age. Circling to the downed brunette's feet, Cassie grabs an ankle, lifting her Ladyship's luscious stem off the mat. "Y'know," Hopkins muses, stepping over the gam, "I almost feel bad to do this. Hopefully you don't wind up needing a knee or hip replacement after this." As the British Bombshell begins to spin around Waterford's captive leg, the FAWNatics rise, waiting to erupt when Cassie falls back and gets the figure four cinched in.
Hopkins locks legs with her fellow Englishwoman and drops to her backside before stretching out to her back and elbows. With the Bombshell leaning back, Fiona starts to howl like a scalded bulldog. Waterford's fingers run through her think dark mane, yanking at the follicles to spread the pain in her searing knee. The official asks Fiona if she wants to surrender and through half-lidded eyes and clenched teeth, the Duchess shakes her head wildly. "Hell NOAHHHH!" Knowing prying would again be worthless, Fiona desperately rocks from side to side, hoping to roll both she and her tormentor to their chests, turn the submission on its head, and make Cassie cry for mercy.
Cassie manages to ride out the first couple of waves from her Ladyship, and she halts anymore from happening with a twist of Fiona's knee that sends the shrieking regal tumbling flat to her back--and her shoulders.
ONE...
TWO...
A grimacing Waterford pops up onto her elbows, gritting her teeth as she avoids a pinfall defeat. But it would only be a few more moments before the strain on her knee ligaments would either put her down for the three or force her to tap, so she again begins to shift her weight back and forth... and, after a couple of false starts, her Ladyship FINALLY manages to roll over, with Cassie in toe. The tables turned, Fiona presses her palms flat against the mat, pushing her upper body into the air, Cassie's boot resting almost directly between the crevice between Waterford's cheeks. However, the raven haired Brit's roll has at least left the Sheffield Stunner close enough that she can reach out and quickly snatch the bottom rope.
A frustrated Duchess keeps her inverted figure-four in place for another four seconds before unknotting her legs from the mewling Hopkins. Crawling several feet away, Fiona pushes to her feet and hops in pain, limping in a wide arc that moves her back toward Cassie, the blonde having used the ropes to pull her way up. As Cass turns toward the brunette, Fiona dips and 'hups' the bigger blonde up across Waterford's shoulders. A fast-thinking Cassie lands a couple elbow strikes to Fiona's temple. Waterford tries to hold on so she can deliver her Waking Nightmare, a genuflecting neckbreaker that might change the shape of the rest of this contest.
Alas, the combination of Cassie's elbows and the burden of supporting the voluptuous blonde's one-hundred and forty pounds is placing on her Ladyship's punished knee proves too much. After the fifth rapid-fire elbow, Hopkins manages to slip off of Waterford's shoulders. The Sheffield Stunner offers a small yelp of pain herself from a twinge in her knee, but Cassie quickly dips and slips an arm through Fiona's thighs. Apparently it's a contest of Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better, as Cassie attempts to muscle Waterford up into a fireman's carry of her own--only Hopkins' would end in a death valley driver, assuming everything went to plan.
DEATH VALLEY DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TlTK5q9vQzg
And before Fiona is sure what's happened, she's switched places with Cassie, Hopkins holding her high, Waterford strapped in a fireman's carry across the Bombshell's shoulders. Size and perhaps youth make all the difference in the situations as Waterford can't come up with the counter Cassie had moments before. The tawny blonde lays out and DRIVES Fiona's head and shoulders into the deck Death Valley-style. The demolished Fiona spreads out in a spreadeagle next to Cassie. Hopkins rolls to her foe, drops her body across that of Fiona, and hooks a leg for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOO!
Dazed, Fee somehow finds a way out, but for how long has she saved herself.
Hopkins' spares the most fleeting of seconds to fix the referee with a scornful glare, but she then rises, bending down to hairhaul a battered and dazed Duchess of East Anglia up as well. An open hand shot to the chest from the Sheffield Stunner sends Waterford staggering back into the ropes, before Cassie nuzzles in tight against her opponent, chest to chest. "Lookin' a little knackered, luv," Cassie smiles, securing a grip on Fiona's wrists. "Guess that means we know where you're gonna be going." Setting her feet, Hopkins sends the British brunette on her less than merry way with an Irish whip. Marching out to center ring, Cassie drops into an expectant crouch, waiting to catch Fiona, pivot and DRIVE her Ladyship to the mat via a spinebuster.
Waterford has no choice in the decision to sprint away at Cassie's command. Fiona races into the far ropes and rebounds toward Hopkins, still in a state outside full awareness. Staring down the busty blonde gatekeeper upon her return, the only idea the veteran grappler can come up with is to try and take the Bombshell down with a Thesz press. But the effort backfires when Hopkins accepts Fiona into her arms, spins with the momentum, and delivers Waterford to the deck in explosive fashion, Her Ladyship's spinal column violently altered by the force of Cassie's attack.
Cassie briefly considers planting her palms atop Fiona’s heaving bosom, but she instead springs back to her feet, the FAWNatics thoroughly enjoying the decimation of the Duchess. Dragging Waterford up to stooped feet by her hair, Hopkins shoves the brunette’s head between her thighs and clamps down with a tight standing headscissors. As Fiona’s backside sways slightly side to side, Cassie raises her right fist into the air, her thumb cocked--which is all the prompting the fans need to ROAR out a “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!”
A beaming Hopkins nods in approval, before slipping her arms underneath Fiona’s midsection. But, just before she can begin to swing her cargo up onto her shoulders, there’s another vocal interruption, this one coming over the arena’s sound system.
“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....”
There was the briefest of pauses following that decidedly orgasmic cry, and then...
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH...”
Confusion quickly gives way, as the voice unmistakably belongs to Shirley Manson, the beat of Garbage's "#1 Crush" thumping over the sound system. A moment later the curtains part, and a voluptuous young blonde--her curves arguably MORE stunning than Cassie’s--strides into view, jeers and lustful catcalls greeting the arrival of Three D. While her bosom is currently sheathed in a black--and oddly inside out--t-shirt, the garment is unable to suppress the glory of her bounty in any way. Below decks, her undercarriage is encased in a set of purple lycra bikini bottoms with black trim. Black boots tie up the ensemble.
Darla Diane Davis...
And she is not alone.
Trailing just behind her is Darla Diane’s newest acquaintance, their fellowship just cemented at Cold November Pain. Irma Irons stands wrapped in a tank top and well worn shorts that were the same stark raven as her hair, her fists clenched and wrapped in gloves and a chain wrapped tightly about her midriff.
Irma Irons...
“And here I was,” Darla purrs venomously, “thinking the Sensational Afterthought’s place on the last show was an insult. But what do I see THIS month? The last time Fiona Waterford was relevant, people were still using America Online. And YOU, Cassie..? Have you actually WON a singles match THIS century?”
The Sheffield Stunner releases her standing headscissors, allowing her Ladyship to sag down to her knees as Cassie stalks over to the ropes. “I was just about to,” Hopkins hisses back, “but if you wanna do anything more than run your mouth, you’re welcome to come down here and get Union Jacked in Fee’s place!”
While Three D remains poised at the end of the aisle, the FAWNatics don’t seem to have a problem with Cassie’s invitation... except for two. A pair of hoodie-clad women hop the railing from behind the buxom British blonde, Rose Evans and Gabby Mendoza each letting those hoods slide down as they slip under the ring. Evans hangs back along the ropes,keeping a wary eye on Waterford, but Gabby surges forward, lowering her shoulder toward the pit of Hopkins’ left knee.
Rose Evans...
Gabby Mendoza...
Mendoza throws into the pit of Cassie's joint, sending the bigger blonde tumbling to the canvas with a yelp. Hopkins, rolling on her back from side to side, pulls her battered knee close to her chest, face twisted in pain from the sneak attack. Rose gives her partner a polite golf clap and slides through the ropes with a Cheshire Cat smile. She meets Gabby in an embrace, pulling her close and giving the brunette a pinch for good luck. The duo break, turn to Triple D, motion to the wreckage in front of them and shrug. As Darla moves down the ramp, Gabby strides to Waterford, the Duchess on all fours, and Rose proceeds to Cassie, collecting her with a handful of flaxen locks.
Irma trails the curvaceous blonde... at least, until Darla turns to her. "Do me a favour," Davis says. "Keep an eye out here. Not that I think many people will be jumping over themselves to save Fiona from being sent to the land of social security... But Hopkins has friends--one you know VERY well now. It would be a shame if she stuck her nose in."
The Weaponized Wolverine nods, and turns back toward the ramp, the brunette now serving as a notoriously vicious watchdog. As Darla Diane begins to ascend the ringsteps, Gabby sashays into a standing straddle of her Ladyship. Apparently, the Babyfaced Killer feels more playful than vengeful at the moment, for she contents herself with mounting Waterford's back, her boots raised up against the brunette's bum. And, taking a handful of raven locks, Gabby uses one of those boots to spur the Duchess toward giving her a delightful horsey ride around the ring. Rose Evans, on the other hand, is feeling far more malevolent. After peppering the British Bombshell's back with a couple of stomps, the Smartest Girl in the room reaches down and grabs Cassie's left writ. Lifting the buxom blonde's arm up and away from her body, Rose swings one of her shapely stems over the wing, intending to drop to the mat and ensnare the one-time FAWN Wrestler of the Year in her Bed of Roses.
BED OF ROSES @1:20:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JHjK_G6KHxs
Rose singularly ties up the British Bombshell in an inescapable knot, first capturing Cassie's near arm in the crook of a leg. She quickly secures the opposite arm in a scissors before crossing Hopkins' long, dangerous stems and locking them in place with a dual grip. The ref, already tardy with his call for the bell, signals for the No Contest then insists Rose let the howling Cassie go. He works at prying Cassie free, but finds the Bed nearly impossible to clear. Meanwhile Hopkins, shakes her head, trying to bite her lower lip before screaming out a loud, plaintive 'I GIVE', the surrender not deterring Evans in the least.
For her part, Waterford refuses to be placed on the wrong end of equestrian training. She bucks Gabby off and struggles to her feet, turning with a clothesline at the ready to punish someone foolish enough to try and show up a British royal, particularly one apt to remove head from body.
The bell sounds... and KEEPS sounding, but Rose will not be plucked away from the Sheffield Stunner. And the official's efforts to pull Evans off her prey are brought to an abrupt end when Darla Diana grabs one handful of hair and another of waistband, and rushes the poor doof to the ropes. As Three D slings the zebra out of the ring, Fiona Waterford is swinging in her own way, her arm extended to decapitate the bratty brunette who would try to embarrass her. Gabby proves elusive, however, the lovely Latina ducking under the scythe. Her Ladyship is swift to turn again, trying to re-acquire her target... only Mendoza is equally quick in launching off her feet. Grabbing the back of Fiona's noggin with both hands, the Babyfaced Killer brings her knees up toward Waterford's jaw, ready to Burst the Duchess' Bubble.
BURSTING YOUR BUBBLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9mbVFgTFdFg
Cassie having placed her in dire straits previous to the new arrivals, Lady Fiona doesn't have anywhere near all her faculties to reverse the speedy Latina. Gabby rips the Brit off her moorings. And when Mendoza's back hits the canvas, it's good night for Her Ladyship. Waterford's jaw CRACKS into Gabby's bended knees sending the veteran wickedly whiplashing from the impact. Fiona gets some air before spreading out in an unconscious starfish, the Duchess and the scant royal blur and red covering her motionless at Three D's feet. Davis gives Gabby a high-five when the Babyfaced Killer kips to her feet after 'Bursting' Fiona.
For Cassie Hopkins, cries of surrender soon become tearful pleas for release... and STILL, Rose will not relent. "LOUDER, YOU IGNORANT, OBSOLETE BYTCH!" the Barely Legal brat snarls. "THE PRICE FOR ME LETTING GO? IT'S *EVERY* LAST OUNCE OF YOUR PRIDE!"
A few feet away, after her celebration with Gabby, Darla's face falls slightly when she looks down at the remains of Fiona Waterford. "I don't think you left anything for me," the curvaceous Cali cutie pouts.
"I can fix that, boss!" Mendoza says brightly, before driving a stomp between her Ladyship's thighs. The boot has the desired effect, the Duchess howling in roused agony. Three D nods approving, and the Babyfaced Killer earns more of Darla's favor by hairhauling Waterford up to her knees. Gabby holds her Ladyship's arms behind her back, while Darla reaches her hands around behind the kneeling royal's head, preparing to pull Fiona's face deeeeeeeeeeeeeep into her cleavage.
Fiona's threats are short-lived as she squirms within Gabby's double chickenwing grip. Truth be told, it appears Waterford doesn't know who the interlopers are and that makes both Mendoza and Davis all the more delighted when Lady Fiona's mouth and nose are stuffed into Three D's mountainous cleavage. Darla winds her arms around the back of Waterford's noggin to make certain the front sleeper is set in stone around the Stone Age brunette and that Fee will be suckling instead of breathing for as long as Three D cares to treat her to lunch. As Fiona's squirming lessens by the second, Cassie continues to beg for release, perhaps reflexively howling for Shea. Irma watches for the cavalry, but London seems other occupied.
Feeling her Ladyship's arms growing slack, Gabby lets them go... and, after a few weak spasms, those arms fall limp to her sides. Grinning, the Babyfaced Killer brings one of her now-free hands up to her mouth--and pops her spent was of Hubba Bubba into her fingertips. Mendoza absently wads the sugary substance into a ball--before smushing the gum into Fiona’s locks, right at the crown of her skull. Meanwhile, Darla Diane pulls back... to reveal that the swaying Waterford's eyes are still open, albeit half-lidded, a thin line of spittle running out of the left corner of her mouth. Davis places the tip of her right index finger against the Duchess' forehead, and it doesn't take much of a push to send the British brunette toppling to her back.
A few feet away, Rose Evans FINALLY releases the Bed of Roses, allowing Cassie Hopkins to curl into a tight fetal ball as the Smartest Girl in the Room rises to her feet. Sauntering over to her fellow Barely Legal brat, Evans accepts Gabby's hug... and it doesn't escape the notice of the FAWNatics when Rose's hands slip down Mendoza's hips, and give the Latina's cheeks a firm squeeze. Darla Diane sweeps her arm from ravaged blonde to demolished brunette.
"The past..." she declares, before jabbing a thumb to her chest and slinging an arm around Rose's shoulder.
"The future. Which, if you haven't noticed? Is NOW!
