Post by SammieSinclair on Apr 12, 2015 14:54:16 GMT
The FAWN crowd settles down as the lights dim to introduce the next wrestler. As Tilly and the Wall's “Pot Kettle Black” starts thumping through the sound system a significant number of the audience cheer. A spotlight falls on Sunni Masters, facing the curtain, at the top of the ramp, the new girl then shows off her finesse with a series of quick handspring back-flips that bring her down to the ramp to ringside. She ends in a perfect gymnast's dismount pose, smiling proudly as most of the audience applauds and let out a few “Ooohs” and “Aaahs” at the display.
The announcer finally finds a moment to do his job. “Our next match is scheduled for one fall. Making her way to the ring first, from San Francisco, California, standing at 5 feet 4 inches tall, and weighing in at 120 pounds, SUNNI MASTERS!”
Sunni Masters
Sunni slides into the ring, standing at center ring and blushing slightly, a little overwhelmed at some of the fanfare fans are giving her. She blushes more when she sees that some fans have already made signs for her specifically. She sees someone near the front row holding up one such sign reading, “Sunni's Smile Makes My Day Brighter” she blushes brighter with an audible “Awww. How sweet!” and blows a kiss toward the fan and waves in response.
Suddenly Nickelback’s “Feelin’ Way Too Damn Good” rudely intrudes over the PA, blaring the arrival of the self-proclaimed Keystone Wildcat. As Serena Muir trots down the aisle, she ignores the outstretched hands; the smile on her face is not acknowledgement of the joy one might feel for being a part of this great sport, but rather a shark's anticipation of a victim soon to be devoured.
"And her opponent", the announcer declares, "hailing from New Castle, Pennsylvania...standing five feet, four inches, and weighing in at 'none of your damned business, you perv'...ahem...she is the DD Dynamo...SERENA MUIR!"
Serena Muir
At the sound of her name, the honey-haired blonde suddenly breaks into a dash, dives into the ring under the ropes, springs to her feet, and then dashes to the ropes. She bounds off of them and races to the opposite side of the ring, rebounding off of those cables with a burst of energy. Reaching center ring, she suddenly falls face-first, catching herself with her hands to the mat, and then placing her left arm behind her back, she does a trio of one-armed push-ups. Kipping back up to her feet, she struts over to her corner.
The referee then calls both women to the middle of the ring for last-minute instructions. Serena interrupts him, locks eyes with Sunni, and with her hammerhead grin firmly in place, she snarls, "I am gonna grind you to dust, girly."
Sunni sneers back, the new girl is easily able to tell that the fans are more on her side than Muir's so, when the ref gives up on informing the two girls of the official rules of the match and signals for the bell, the former cheerleader closes in fast, throwing up one of slim but powerful legs in a high kick that swings just past the tip of Serena's nose. Just as the booted heel of the new girl comes back down Muir reaches up and catches Masters by the ankle, smiling as she looks back to Sunni, "Really? Is that the best you've got?"
Sunni smiles back, "Not even close." And just then the California girl jumps up, swinging her free leg up to meet her own toe with Serena's skull to take the blonde down to the mat early in the match.
It's the kind of move that can catch even the most seasoned veteran by surprise. But, veteran or rookie, the result is usually the same...the victim topples like a redwood.
That is, unless they seem to possess an unusually thick skull. Serena sways on her feet, eyes glazed, but she does not fall. After several moments, she shakes her head, the spark of coherence returns to her eyes, and a scowl of annoyance crosses her face...and that face fixes itself upon her opponent. Unfortunately for Sunni, she is only partly risen from the mat, leaving herself vulnerable as Muir grabs her by her luxurious hair and hauls her back up to her feet. Still holding tight to the Californian's mane as they face one another, the dirty blonde gives a small grunt as she throws a headbutt into her adversary's forehead.
Releasing Sunni's hair as their skulls connect, Serena smirks as the young phenom stumbles backward, and now it's her turn to be glassy-eyed. Muir wasn't about to waste time to see if the other girl possessed as dense a cranium as me, and she launched a kick that caught Sunni flush in the belly, doubling her over with a whoosh of escaping breath. Continuing to move with fluid rapidity, the Pennsylvanian brings her foe up and over to the canvas, courtesy of a spine-shuddering suplex. Almost casually, Muir rolls herself across the chest of her embattled opponent, and the referee drops to his knees to make the count.
ONE...
TWO…
KICKOUT!
"Oh, so you've got a little pep left in ya, huh?" the blonde sneers. "Fine by me. I haven't even broken a decent sweat yet, and I've gotta burn some calories before I hit the brews tonight." Climbing up to her feet, Serena pulls Sunni up with her by the wrist, and then Irish whips her to the ropes, bending forward at the waist as she anticipates the girl to rebound off of the ropes and comes rushing back to her.
Already finding herself fighting an uphill battle, Sunni gets desperate. Rebounding off the ropes she only has a split second to react, with Muir crouched and ready to deliver more pain, instinct takes over. Masters' right hand clenches into a tight fist, and as she barrels forward, she throws a wide uppercut that somehow connects fully with Serena's jaw with an echoing CRACK! The crowd lets out a reaction of "Ohhhhhh!" with a mixture of sympathy for Muir and approval for Sunni. The Californian flinches, partly because her hand is sore from the impact, and partly because she knows fully clenched fists are against regulations in the ring. But to her surprise the ref didn't catch her mistake, with the speed of the rebound off the ropes. Turning back to her opponent, Sunni is surprised to realize all these thoughts rushed through her mind in a mere moment, because Muir is still wobbling from the swift punch to the jaw, eyes frozen in a shocked gaze but unfocused.
After another second Serena's shaky stance finally falters, then fails completely, the blonde's body slowly falling back. One or two fans yell out "TIMBER!" as Muir's fall to the mat almost feels as if it proceeds in slow motion until SLAM! her back hits the mat and almost immediately, Sunni gets on her, folding the Pennsylvanian's leg for the pin.
ONE...
TWO...
KICKOUT!
Serena refuses that outcome rolling to one knee as Sunni grabs a rope, gets to her feet, and smiles, first to the fans as they applaud, then to her opponent, waving Muir on, "Come on! Let’s see what you're really made of."
Shaking her head to clear the cobwebs, Muir unsteadily rises up from her knees. The sight of her opponent's taunting smirk infuriates her, and with a growl the Keystoner lunges for Sunni. But Masters manages to deftly duck under the clumsy grasp of the still-dazed blonde, adding insult to injury by giving a sharp slap to Serena's tushy as she passes. Truly irked now, Muir whirls around, her left arm fashioned into a scythe intent on separating her opponent's head from shoulders.
But Sunni easily ducks under this as well, and the momentum causes Serena to spin completely around. Looking at her adversary's back, Masters makes a snap decision that pays big dividends: Clasping her hands over the blonde's shoulders, Sunni jumps up, presses her knees against the other girl's back, and lets gravity execute a Lung Blower. Serena is sent sailing forward, where she crashes face-first into the turnbuckle.
Well and truly dazed, Muir offers scant resistance as the preening Sunni takes her by the arm and executed an Irish Whip. The blonde careens off of the far cables and rushes back haplessly toward her opponent...where she is met with a knee to the belly that doubles her over. Lifting her arms to accept the cheers of the crowd, Masters struts around her gasping opponent like a shark readying for the kill.
The Pennsylvanian is given no time to recover as she is once again whipped into the ropes. But this time, Sunni's over-confidence betrays her, as she telegraphs her move by bending forward at the waist, ready to set up a flip. Seeing this, Serena has the presence of mind to bring her knee up, slamming it flush into Sunni's forehead.
Both beauties drop to the canvas, Sunni on her back, Serena to her hands and knees.
The San Francisco native is laid out on the mat, her hands gravitate toward the impact point of Serena's knee while a slight moan escapes her lips. The new girl is obviously dazed, but Muir isn't satisfied yet. The blonde scrapper straddles the rookie's stomach, sitting down hard, getting a loud "OOFF" from Sunni who is still struggling to shake the cobwebs. Serena decides to make that job even harder as she cocks her fists back and lands a few hard punches to Masters' cheeks and mouth, the new girl's head bouncing off the mat hard as she's sent further into her dazed state, unable to protest beyond some weak moaning.
Thankfully for the overwhelmed rookie, the ref steps in. "Hey, Serena, I saw that! No closed fists! You know the rules. Back off or I'll have to throw the match out!" Muir complies, standing up and giving the new girl some breathing room, but only to get in the ref's face this time, "You're going to seriously give me that crap? What do you think she hit me with just a minute ago, a pom-pom? She had her fist closed when she came off that rope and hit me in the jaw, laying me out!"
Meanwhile, as Serena continues to argue with the ref, Sunni gets a moment or two to drag herself off the canvas. As the newest FAWN girl gets up, she sees that Muir's back is turned while she still shouts out the official. Masters looks to the crowd, she wordlessly asks whether she should deal a cheap shot to her opponent in return for the ground and pound Serena gave her moments ago. As her fans cheer her on, she smiles and makes a B-line for Muir's turned back. Hopping up, bending her knees and latching onto the blonde's shoulders from behind, she prepares to deliver a second lungblower to her unsuspecting opponent.
The move hits true, catching Muir utterly by surprise and sending her propelling her back up and forward from the impact. Unfortunately for the third person in the ring, he proves to be the not-quite-immovable object that the irresistible force that is Serena. Like a living battering ram, her head slams into the stomach of the referee, sending him sprawling to the canvas, gasping pitifully for air.
The blonde lands on all fours, panting for breath and shaking her head, trying to clear it. An instant later she yelps as her opponent's hand finds its way into her locks, using them to haul the Pennsylvanian back up to her feet. From behind, Sunni smiles as she wraps her arms around Muir's waist, dips her knees, and with a small grunt lifts her adversary up for a Belly to Back Suplex. The back of Serena's skull takes the brunt of the landing, and the Northern Californian deftly rolls her dazed rival up for a small package, sitting astride her haunches to keep her doubled over and pinned. The smile is beaming upon the face of Masters now as she raises her arms to accept her impending victory.
It's only then that she looks and realizes the referee isn't getting up, and thus he isn't able to count the pin.
Jumping off of Serena, Sunni kneels down next to the zebra, tugging her arm and urging him to come slap the mat for thrice. He groans and slowly props himself up on one elbow, trying to get his bearings. Meanwhile, this unexpected respite gives Muir precious time to recover.
As Sunni tries to rouse the ref, Serena gets enough time to recover, at least partially. Forcing herself to her knees, Muir cannot drag herself up to a standing position, not in the state she's in after taking a second lungblower tonight. So, she settles on grabbing Masters from behind, coiling her arm around Sunni's head and neck so the rookie is bent back in the crook of her armpit, locking the newbie into Dragon Sleeper. Sunni gasps and gags as she panics in the hold, her arms alternating between clutching at Serena's forearm, trying to loosen the grip, and flailing outward, reaching forward and to her sides, searching for the rope but looking as though she's almost pleading the audience to help her.
Serena smiles, seeing the new girl lose her cool in the ring. To add insult to injury Muir balls up her fist and slams a hard punch into Master's stretched abs, getting more gasping and coughing from Sunni as she tries to take some of the fight out of the peppy California girl.
Had she kept the Dragon Sleeper cranked on, Muir knew she would no doubt win the match soon enough. But where was the fun in ending things so soon? 'This little noob thought she could play in the big leagues', the Pennsylvanian thinks. 'Well, lemme show her what a huge mistake she made!' Releasing her hold, Serena climbs to her feet and grabs Masters by the hair, smirking at the rookie's squeaks of pain a she hauled back up by her mane. One bodyslam later, she is deposited back to the mat, her face grimacing from the pain to her back. A follow-up stomp to the bread basket winds the Californian enough that she doesn't have enough steam to get back up, much less roll out of the way. And flat on her back is just where Muir wants her.
Stalking over to the nearest corner, Serena scales the turnbuckles, until she balances herself precariously upon the top ropes. Smugly, she looks out at the crowd...alternately cheering and booing...and draws her thumb across her throat, signaling the finish for her opponent.
Luckily for the blonde, the referee is getting back up to his feet, meaning he'll be back on the job to make the three count after Muir splashes her prissy opponent into the mat like a bug.
Unluckily for Serena, however, the still-woozy zebra instinctively reaches a hand out to the nearest rope to steady himself. That causes said rope to jostle. And as Muir just happens to have one boot standing atop this cable, she suddenly loses her already-fragile balance. Gravity does its trick, bringing Muir straight down...and her crotch slams into the steel turnbuckle (the unpadded part). Eyes crosses from the detonation of agony between her thighs, Serena makes no sound at first...but then she lets rip a howl of anguish. Badly dazed by the pain, she sways unsteadily upon the buckle, leaving fans to wonder if she might tumble forward into the ring, or sideways to the cement floor below.
As Serena falls crotch first into the turnbuckle, Sunni drags herself upright, shaking the cobwebs out of her head as she slowly realizes the situation. When her eyes clear and she regains her focus, she smiles, "Well you might as well be gift wrapped." she giggles as her pep returns. She smiles to the audience, blows a kiss to the nearest Gladiatrix photographer. Then she's off like a shot, using her speed and agility to climb up to the top of the corner post to join Serena, wrapping an arm around Muir's head and neck, locking her into a headlock that forces the sore blonde to stand on wobbly feet. Then with just a hint of evil to Sunni's sweet smile showing through, she jumps back toward center ring, dragging Muir with her to deliver a devastating top rope DDT. Serena realizes where she's headed as soon as her feet leave the corner, and she voices her protest clearly, "Oh, no-no-nooo-UGH!"
She's cut off on impact, instead letting out an ugly grunt that tells everyone who heard it that the DDT was executed perfectly, though no one needed the clue, since Serena's body, when planted to the canvas immediately shuddered, balanced in a headstand just for a half second, then flopped down onto her back, arms and legs splayed out spread eagle, her entire body limp on the canvas.
Sunni hadn't gotten away unscathed, however, the newbie landed on her back badly and immediately sat up, her hands grasping on her sore spine and sharp breaths sucking in and out between clenched teeth. The former cheerleader rolled over onto Serena to go for the pin, but before the ref could even slap the mat for a one count, she stopped,
"Wait, I'm forgetting something." she said, with an almost embarrassed tone. Then, with more sharp breathing between her teeth, she stood up, her back obviously not at 100%, then she latched onto Muir's blonde locks with both hands, dragging her to wobbly legs with Serena, all but out on her feet, but that's just how Sunni wants her as the San Francisco girl sets up her finisher she debuted in her last match against Trixie, bending the limp blonde back awkwardly, first in position that looks prime for paying Serena back for the Dragon Sleeper she applied to Sunni earlier, but the California girl doesn't stop there, trading a headlock for a standing neck scissors that bends her barely conscious opponent even lower, all but holding Muir up at this point as Serena stares blankly into the bright lights of the arena ceiling. Finally, Masters hops up, preparing to sit out in her own guillotine leg drop variation she likes to call the Sun Setter.
Even with the lighter weight girl's in the ring, there's an audible BOOM when Sunni lands her finisher, Serena's body ripples with a few involuntary convulsions after the impact, but her arms and legs splay out, her lids firmly shut, signaling to everyone that she's not waking up anytime soon.
Sunni smiles and lets out a happy sigh, showing that she's very happy with how this match went. A good second match, in her opinion. And her fans support that claim with cheers and applause. She blushes a bit from the adoration, but doesn't forget to get back to the matter at hand. The California girl slides her slight frame to a seat on Serena's chest, folding in the limp arms of the blonde and setting them gently across Muir's stomach. Leaning down placing her own hands at Serena's now crossed forearms, Masters leans down atop her opponent with an almost greedy smile as she pins her, waiting impatiently for the ref to come in. The official slides in and goes for the count.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Sunni triumphantly lifts both hands up in victory, the ref taking one wrist as the announcement is made, proving that her first win wasn't a fluke, Masters is ready for FAWN, but are they ready for her?
The announcer finally finds a moment to do his job. “Our next match is scheduled for one fall. Making her way to the ring first, from San Francisco, California, standing at 5 feet 4 inches tall, and weighing in at 120 pounds, SUNNI MASTERS!”
Sunni Masters
Sunni slides into the ring, standing at center ring and blushing slightly, a little overwhelmed at some of the fanfare fans are giving her. She blushes more when she sees that some fans have already made signs for her specifically. She sees someone near the front row holding up one such sign reading, “Sunni's Smile Makes My Day Brighter” she blushes brighter with an audible “Awww. How sweet!” and blows a kiss toward the fan and waves in response.
Suddenly Nickelback’s “Feelin’ Way Too Damn Good” rudely intrudes over the PA, blaring the arrival of the self-proclaimed Keystone Wildcat. As Serena Muir trots down the aisle, she ignores the outstretched hands; the smile on her face is not acknowledgement of the joy one might feel for being a part of this great sport, but rather a shark's anticipation of a victim soon to be devoured.
"And her opponent", the announcer declares, "hailing from New Castle, Pennsylvania...standing five feet, four inches, and weighing in at 'none of your damned business, you perv'...ahem...she is the DD Dynamo...SERENA MUIR!"
Serena Muir
At the sound of her name, the honey-haired blonde suddenly breaks into a dash, dives into the ring under the ropes, springs to her feet, and then dashes to the ropes. She bounds off of them and races to the opposite side of the ring, rebounding off of those cables with a burst of energy. Reaching center ring, she suddenly falls face-first, catching herself with her hands to the mat, and then placing her left arm behind her back, she does a trio of one-armed push-ups. Kipping back up to her feet, she struts over to her corner.
The referee then calls both women to the middle of the ring for last-minute instructions. Serena interrupts him, locks eyes with Sunni, and with her hammerhead grin firmly in place, she snarls, "I am gonna grind you to dust, girly."
Sunni sneers back, the new girl is easily able to tell that the fans are more on her side than Muir's so, when the ref gives up on informing the two girls of the official rules of the match and signals for the bell, the former cheerleader closes in fast, throwing up one of slim but powerful legs in a high kick that swings just past the tip of Serena's nose. Just as the booted heel of the new girl comes back down Muir reaches up and catches Masters by the ankle, smiling as she looks back to Sunni, "Really? Is that the best you've got?"
Sunni smiles back, "Not even close." And just then the California girl jumps up, swinging her free leg up to meet her own toe with Serena's skull to take the blonde down to the mat early in the match.
It's the kind of move that can catch even the most seasoned veteran by surprise. But, veteran or rookie, the result is usually the same...the victim topples like a redwood.
That is, unless they seem to possess an unusually thick skull. Serena sways on her feet, eyes glazed, but she does not fall. After several moments, she shakes her head, the spark of coherence returns to her eyes, and a scowl of annoyance crosses her face...and that face fixes itself upon her opponent. Unfortunately for Sunni, she is only partly risen from the mat, leaving herself vulnerable as Muir grabs her by her luxurious hair and hauls her back up to her feet. Still holding tight to the Californian's mane as they face one another, the dirty blonde gives a small grunt as she throws a headbutt into her adversary's forehead.
Releasing Sunni's hair as their skulls connect, Serena smirks as the young phenom stumbles backward, and now it's her turn to be glassy-eyed. Muir wasn't about to waste time to see if the other girl possessed as dense a cranium as me, and she launched a kick that caught Sunni flush in the belly, doubling her over with a whoosh of escaping breath. Continuing to move with fluid rapidity, the Pennsylvanian brings her foe up and over to the canvas, courtesy of a spine-shuddering suplex. Almost casually, Muir rolls herself across the chest of her embattled opponent, and the referee drops to his knees to make the count.
ONE...
TWO…
KICKOUT!
"Oh, so you've got a little pep left in ya, huh?" the blonde sneers. "Fine by me. I haven't even broken a decent sweat yet, and I've gotta burn some calories before I hit the brews tonight." Climbing up to her feet, Serena pulls Sunni up with her by the wrist, and then Irish whips her to the ropes, bending forward at the waist as she anticipates the girl to rebound off of the ropes and comes rushing back to her.
Already finding herself fighting an uphill battle, Sunni gets desperate. Rebounding off the ropes she only has a split second to react, with Muir crouched and ready to deliver more pain, instinct takes over. Masters' right hand clenches into a tight fist, and as she barrels forward, she throws a wide uppercut that somehow connects fully with Serena's jaw with an echoing CRACK! The crowd lets out a reaction of "Ohhhhhh!" with a mixture of sympathy for Muir and approval for Sunni. The Californian flinches, partly because her hand is sore from the impact, and partly because she knows fully clenched fists are against regulations in the ring. But to her surprise the ref didn't catch her mistake, with the speed of the rebound off the ropes. Turning back to her opponent, Sunni is surprised to realize all these thoughts rushed through her mind in a mere moment, because Muir is still wobbling from the swift punch to the jaw, eyes frozen in a shocked gaze but unfocused.
After another second Serena's shaky stance finally falters, then fails completely, the blonde's body slowly falling back. One or two fans yell out "TIMBER!" as Muir's fall to the mat almost feels as if it proceeds in slow motion until SLAM! her back hits the mat and almost immediately, Sunni gets on her, folding the Pennsylvanian's leg for the pin.
ONE...
TWO...
KICKOUT!
Serena refuses that outcome rolling to one knee as Sunni grabs a rope, gets to her feet, and smiles, first to the fans as they applaud, then to her opponent, waving Muir on, "Come on! Let’s see what you're really made of."
Shaking her head to clear the cobwebs, Muir unsteadily rises up from her knees. The sight of her opponent's taunting smirk infuriates her, and with a growl the Keystoner lunges for Sunni. But Masters manages to deftly duck under the clumsy grasp of the still-dazed blonde, adding insult to injury by giving a sharp slap to Serena's tushy as she passes. Truly irked now, Muir whirls around, her left arm fashioned into a scythe intent on separating her opponent's head from shoulders.
But Sunni easily ducks under this as well, and the momentum causes Serena to spin completely around. Looking at her adversary's back, Masters makes a snap decision that pays big dividends: Clasping her hands over the blonde's shoulders, Sunni jumps up, presses her knees against the other girl's back, and lets gravity execute a Lung Blower. Serena is sent sailing forward, where she crashes face-first into the turnbuckle.
Well and truly dazed, Muir offers scant resistance as the preening Sunni takes her by the arm and executed an Irish Whip. The blonde careens off of the far cables and rushes back haplessly toward her opponent...where she is met with a knee to the belly that doubles her over. Lifting her arms to accept the cheers of the crowd, Masters struts around her gasping opponent like a shark readying for the kill.
The Pennsylvanian is given no time to recover as she is once again whipped into the ropes. But this time, Sunni's over-confidence betrays her, as she telegraphs her move by bending forward at the waist, ready to set up a flip. Seeing this, Serena has the presence of mind to bring her knee up, slamming it flush into Sunni's forehead.
Both beauties drop to the canvas, Sunni on her back, Serena to her hands and knees.
The San Francisco native is laid out on the mat, her hands gravitate toward the impact point of Serena's knee while a slight moan escapes her lips. The new girl is obviously dazed, but Muir isn't satisfied yet. The blonde scrapper straddles the rookie's stomach, sitting down hard, getting a loud "OOFF" from Sunni who is still struggling to shake the cobwebs. Serena decides to make that job even harder as she cocks her fists back and lands a few hard punches to Masters' cheeks and mouth, the new girl's head bouncing off the mat hard as she's sent further into her dazed state, unable to protest beyond some weak moaning.
Thankfully for the overwhelmed rookie, the ref steps in. "Hey, Serena, I saw that! No closed fists! You know the rules. Back off or I'll have to throw the match out!" Muir complies, standing up and giving the new girl some breathing room, but only to get in the ref's face this time, "You're going to seriously give me that crap? What do you think she hit me with just a minute ago, a pom-pom? She had her fist closed when she came off that rope and hit me in the jaw, laying me out!"
Meanwhile, as Serena continues to argue with the ref, Sunni gets a moment or two to drag herself off the canvas. As the newest FAWN girl gets up, she sees that Muir's back is turned while she still shouts out the official. Masters looks to the crowd, she wordlessly asks whether she should deal a cheap shot to her opponent in return for the ground and pound Serena gave her moments ago. As her fans cheer her on, she smiles and makes a B-line for Muir's turned back. Hopping up, bending her knees and latching onto the blonde's shoulders from behind, she prepares to deliver a second lungblower to her unsuspecting opponent.
The move hits true, catching Muir utterly by surprise and sending her propelling her back up and forward from the impact. Unfortunately for the third person in the ring, he proves to be the not-quite-immovable object that the irresistible force that is Serena. Like a living battering ram, her head slams into the stomach of the referee, sending him sprawling to the canvas, gasping pitifully for air.
The blonde lands on all fours, panting for breath and shaking her head, trying to clear it. An instant later she yelps as her opponent's hand finds its way into her locks, using them to haul the Pennsylvanian back up to her feet. From behind, Sunni smiles as she wraps her arms around Muir's waist, dips her knees, and with a small grunt lifts her adversary up for a Belly to Back Suplex. The back of Serena's skull takes the brunt of the landing, and the Northern Californian deftly rolls her dazed rival up for a small package, sitting astride her haunches to keep her doubled over and pinned. The smile is beaming upon the face of Masters now as she raises her arms to accept her impending victory.
It's only then that she looks and realizes the referee isn't getting up, and thus he isn't able to count the pin.
Jumping off of Serena, Sunni kneels down next to the zebra, tugging her arm and urging him to come slap the mat for thrice. He groans and slowly props himself up on one elbow, trying to get his bearings. Meanwhile, this unexpected respite gives Muir precious time to recover.
As Sunni tries to rouse the ref, Serena gets enough time to recover, at least partially. Forcing herself to her knees, Muir cannot drag herself up to a standing position, not in the state she's in after taking a second lungblower tonight. So, she settles on grabbing Masters from behind, coiling her arm around Sunni's head and neck so the rookie is bent back in the crook of her armpit, locking the newbie into Dragon Sleeper. Sunni gasps and gags as she panics in the hold, her arms alternating between clutching at Serena's forearm, trying to loosen the grip, and flailing outward, reaching forward and to her sides, searching for the rope but looking as though she's almost pleading the audience to help her.
Serena smiles, seeing the new girl lose her cool in the ring. To add insult to injury Muir balls up her fist and slams a hard punch into Master's stretched abs, getting more gasping and coughing from Sunni as she tries to take some of the fight out of the peppy California girl.
Had she kept the Dragon Sleeper cranked on, Muir knew she would no doubt win the match soon enough. But where was the fun in ending things so soon? 'This little noob thought she could play in the big leagues', the Pennsylvanian thinks. 'Well, lemme show her what a huge mistake she made!' Releasing her hold, Serena climbs to her feet and grabs Masters by the hair, smirking at the rookie's squeaks of pain a she hauled back up by her mane. One bodyslam later, she is deposited back to the mat, her face grimacing from the pain to her back. A follow-up stomp to the bread basket winds the Californian enough that she doesn't have enough steam to get back up, much less roll out of the way. And flat on her back is just where Muir wants her.
Stalking over to the nearest corner, Serena scales the turnbuckles, until she balances herself precariously upon the top ropes. Smugly, she looks out at the crowd...alternately cheering and booing...and draws her thumb across her throat, signaling the finish for her opponent.
Luckily for the blonde, the referee is getting back up to his feet, meaning he'll be back on the job to make the three count after Muir splashes her prissy opponent into the mat like a bug.
Unluckily for Serena, however, the still-woozy zebra instinctively reaches a hand out to the nearest rope to steady himself. That causes said rope to jostle. And as Muir just happens to have one boot standing atop this cable, she suddenly loses her already-fragile balance. Gravity does its trick, bringing Muir straight down...and her crotch slams into the steel turnbuckle (the unpadded part). Eyes crosses from the detonation of agony between her thighs, Serena makes no sound at first...but then she lets rip a howl of anguish. Badly dazed by the pain, she sways unsteadily upon the buckle, leaving fans to wonder if she might tumble forward into the ring, or sideways to the cement floor below.
As Serena falls crotch first into the turnbuckle, Sunni drags herself upright, shaking the cobwebs out of her head as she slowly realizes the situation. When her eyes clear and she regains her focus, she smiles, "Well you might as well be gift wrapped." she giggles as her pep returns. She smiles to the audience, blows a kiss to the nearest Gladiatrix photographer. Then she's off like a shot, using her speed and agility to climb up to the top of the corner post to join Serena, wrapping an arm around Muir's head and neck, locking her into a headlock that forces the sore blonde to stand on wobbly feet. Then with just a hint of evil to Sunni's sweet smile showing through, she jumps back toward center ring, dragging Muir with her to deliver a devastating top rope DDT. Serena realizes where she's headed as soon as her feet leave the corner, and she voices her protest clearly, "Oh, no-no-nooo-UGH!"
She's cut off on impact, instead letting out an ugly grunt that tells everyone who heard it that the DDT was executed perfectly, though no one needed the clue, since Serena's body, when planted to the canvas immediately shuddered, balanced in a headstand just for a half second, then flopped down onto her back, arms and legs splayed out spread eagle, her entire body limp on the canvas.
Sunni hadn't gotten away unscathed, however, the newbie landed on her back badly and immediately sat up, her hands grasping on her sore spine and sharp breaths sucking in and out between clenched teeth. The former cheerleader rolled over onto Serena to go for the pin, but before the ref could even slap the mat for a one count, she stopped,
"Wait, I'm forgetting something." she said, with an almost embarrassed tone. Then, with more sharp breathing between her teeth, she stood up, her back obviously not at 100%, then she latched onto Muir's blonde locks with both hands, dragging her to wobbly legs with Serena, all but out on her feet, but that's just how Sunni wants her as the San Francisco girl sets up her finisher she debuted in her last match against Trixie, bending the limp blonde back awkwardly, first in position that looks prime for paying Serena back for the Dragon Sleeper she applied to Sunni earlier, but the California girl doesn't stop there, trading a headlock for a standing neck scissors that bends her barely conscious opponent even lower, all but holding Muir up at this point as Serena stares blankly into the bright lights of the arena ceiling. Finally, Masters hops up, preparing to sit out in her own guillotine leg drop variation she likes to call the Sun Setter.
Even with the lighter weight girl's in the ring, there's an audible BOOM when Sunni lands her finisher, Serena's body ripples with a few involuntary convulsions after the impact, but her arms and legs splay out, her lids firmly shut, signaling to everyone that she's not waking up anytime soon.
Sunni smiles and lets out a happy sigh, showing that she's very happy with how this match went. A good second match, in her opinion. And her fans support that claim with cheers and applause. She blushes a bit from the adoration, but doesn't forget to get back to the matter at hand. The California girl slides her slight frame to a seat on Serena's chest, folding in the limp arms of the blonde and setting them gently across Muir's stomach. Leaning down placing her own hands at Serena's now crossed forearms, Masters leans down atop her opponent with an almost greedy smile as she pins her, waiting impatiently for the ref to come in. The official slides in and goes for the count.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Sunni triumphantly lifts both hands up in victory, the ref taking one wrist as the announcement is made, proving that her first win wasn't a fluke, Masters is ready for FAWN, but are they ready for her?