Post by alyadmirer on Jun 9, 2015 21:17:31 GMT
Following the first three matches of the evening, the FAWNatics were well and truly stoked, their blood up and more than ready for more. As such, the Loyalist Legionnaires within their midst were already in fine voice as...
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...burst into life over the live speakers, heralding the arrival of the World’s Best Brits! While the impromptu tag team alliance didn’t officially fall under the banner of the Upstart Nation, the Legionnaire’s did not hesitate in letting themselves be heard, not as the Upstart Supreme, Samantha Sinclair, and ‘reformed’ Upstart-In-Law, Elizabeth Cromwell swept aside the curtains and emerged on stage with considerable swagger and an eruption of pyrokenetics, said explosion timed to precision with ‘Light ‘em Up!!’ blasting out from the speakers.
SAMANTHA SINCLAIR
ELIZABETH CROMWELL
The brunette was predictably a step or two ahead in embracing the sold out audience, standing as tall as her perfectly petite mass would allow her, catching the light in all the right places as she whipped both her arms up high and waved. Five foot four and one hundred and ten pounds of athletically sculptured, miniature might, Sammie Sinclair was every inch the People’s Princess as she cheered back, shimmering in her golden/yellow attire and blushing fiercely with her dimple, freckled cheeks flushing a delightful crimson.
Despite the speculation that her new, in ring partnership would herald some manner of change in outfit, her attire remained the same, her sports bra smoothly curved about her small, proud bosom, leaving her softly sculptured tummy bare and her upraised arms the same way. Her boy cut shorts remained absent, replaced instead by a short skirt which, with a generous slit running up the right side, revealed a wonderful shot of her firm thigh as the baby brown eyed darling hopped up onto her tip toes and spiralled. Her boots were similarly altered, still bright blue and reaching upwards to just beneath her kneecaps, they were now tanned from firm leather and sported lacing right up the front.
With hands on hips she paused, a smirk in place as she waited for her partner to catch up, Cromwell quickening her pace as the former World’s Brattiest Brit seemed to be having a hard time adapting to the positive reinforcement from the audience. The moment she arrived by the side of Sinclair, the confidence of the Boarding School Princess appeared to sore, a strut doubling in her stride as the two lasses from the English Isle took off towards the ring, the two young women, in the eyes of many, representing the cream of the crop of their Generation from the United Kingdom.
Lizzie’s blue bikini bottoms are tied at each hip, ‘BSP’ emblazoned in bold white strokes across her backside. Above that is a sports bra containing a twisting blend of the colours of her UK with a black outline of the British flag on her right breast. Her one-time strawberry blonde pixie crop, has gone longer, more luxurious and indeed darker than before, a shade closer to auburn.
As they approached the squared circle, Cromwell moved to make her way up the steel steps before a not so gentle nudge from Sinclair’s shoulder diverted her journey. As Sammie took her route around one side of the ring, clapping the outstretched hands of the Legionnaires in welcome, Lizzie found herself ‘forced’ to do likewise down the other. It didn’t take too long for them to meet again and, in unison, their approached the apron and hopped up. Turning their shoulders to the ropes they leaned backwards, flipping up and over with a spiral of beautifully athletic limbs that took them smartly down onto the canvas.
With a renewal of the crowds applause, the World’s Best Brits had returned to the ring...
With the World’s Biggest Brats making a spectacle of themselves in the ring, pandering to every member of the lowest common denominator, Bon Jovi’s Bad Medicine interrupts the cheers, ‘big hair music’ from the 80s pumping through the speakers, turning all attention to the stage above.
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And through the curtains two brunettes, obviously from the sexiest hospital in all creation, stride seductively to the centre, arm in arm. The gorgeous grapplers settle, one with an extra large syringe in hand, the other with a straightjacket. The ladies show off their wares to jeers from the crowd.
DEBORAH HURT
KRISTIN MANNERS
To say the women’s attire is eye catching would be an understatement. Both dark-haired beauties wear stylized, fetishized versions of a nurse’s uniform, namely white latex halters with short, short skirts, a flash of red occasionally seen from beneath, nylons fastened by garters leading to ankle boots. They both wear elbow-length gloves of the same ivory latex as their skirts and finish with white knee and elbow pads, both containing red crosses. The nurses also have surgical masks, though they hang around their necks, perhaps put in place for the nasty procedures they hope to perform. The public address spits to life as the women sashay toward the ring.
“And their opponents…from Parts and Surgical Suites unknown…at a combined weight of 255 pounds…the nefarious nurses…the Sisters of Mercy…Deborah Hurt and Kristin Manners!"
Both alleged medical professionals ignore the boos and the reaching hands of the fans and make their way to the ring, The FAWNatics seem spellbound as the team circles the squared circle, some coughing so they can be checked by the raucous RNs. The assembled admire Deborah's seemingly endless legs and Kristin's bountiful chest enough to silence their catcalls as the women glide by.
The Sisters keep oddly disturbing smiles in place, their “bedside manner” altogether eerie yet seductive. Reaching the steps they move up slowly and carefully, taking each in turn before the brunettes slide into the ring through the ropes on either side of their corner. After placing the syringe and straightjacket neatly in place by the ring post, the nurses huddle, talking in hushed tones about their prescription for the Englishwomen across the ring.
With the players firmly in place, an air of anticipation settled across the packed arena, the FAWNatics waited with baited breath for the Official to ring the all important bell...
...instead, the loud speakers erupted into life for a third time.
What was to follow, echoing with a hollow tone over the arenas sound system, was a puzzling ultimatum, a passive aggressive threat that was full of intent...
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The jarring guitar riff soon followed, a deafening drum beat combining to create an attraction that could not be ignored, a single beam of illumination appearing that highlighted the front stage and, as the first vocals demanded that all those listening “COME ON!” a single young women appeared.
The reaction that was to follow was nothing if not divided, confused and filled with speculation. The raven haired recluse had returned, accompanied by an equal measure of both jeers and cheers, the FAWNatics referring to score cards that could only be inaccurate and failing to find an appropriate, unified response. The three, perhaps four years that had passed since Alessandra Bianchi had graced the Orlando Arena during her first stay, unloved and unlamented following her crippling fate, had left nothing but confusion in her wake.
With a shark’s predatory craving, Bianchi had targeted her former tormentor, her former partner upon her return like a dagger to the back, namely one half of the World’s Best Brits, Elizabeth Cromwell, and yet... Alessandra was no angel, the enemies that she had been making confirming it within a shockingly short amount of time...
Alessandra Bianchi
She appeared anything but crippled now, flash photography utilised by everyone who possessed it, capturing her approach in stark relief for scant seconds at a time as Bianchi zeroed in on her destination. Black leather had become her friends, her stems covered from hip to mid thigh in the curve hugging material whilst buckled boots encased herself upwards past her calves. Her taunt little tummy remained bare, unprotected by her jacket that only reached down to beneath her bosom, her cut off shirt doing likewise and her unflinching gaze was obscured by the oversized lenses of her dark tinted shades.
In one hand Alessandra held her own phone, holding it upwards towards the ring she was fast approaching at an otherwise casual saunter, one dexterous thumb tweeting furiously as, much to the shock of those watching, they all found themselves ‘followers’ of without asking. It was then, as Bianchi put her phone away, slipping it securely inside her jacket that she ‘allowed’ the house lights to come back up, the Gorgeous Geek... bypassing the steel steps before she circled the outside of the ring.
With a sharp tilt of her head, the bridge of her oversized shades slipped down to the tip of her nose, the Tantalising Tweeter peering contemptuously over the top at her former Bestie, winking at the Boarding School Princess with a silent promise of impending danger. Without a word, none were necessary to noticeably unnerve the red head she persistently rattled, she silently took her place of honour at the announcers table, putting on a headset and joining the commentators as a guest.
That hardly seemed to make Lizzie feel any better about her arrival...
Sammie hopped lightly between heel and toe, rolling her shoulders as she found her attention split, the Sisters of Mercy discussing strategy opposite and a hostile force at her back. She looked across her shoulder to smile at Lizzie, a comforting quirk of her lips for her tag partner as the Redhead struggled to keep her eyes off Bianchi, nerves returning to her demeanour due to the very presence of her perpetual tormentor. Cromwell put on a brave face, bolstered by the far closer presence of Sinclair, but there was no hiding the sudden resurgence of her uncertainty.
“Lizzie,” the Bright Eyed Wonder cut through her divided attention, forcing her to make eye contact and held it, “one problem at a time alight? Bianchi wants to try something,” Sammie turned her own head in the direction of the gorgeous Geek, Alessandria appearing almost bored as she sat with the commentators, headset on as she blew an especially large bubble, texting away on her mobile to update her twitter. “We’ll kick her upside the head, deal?”
Cromwell nodded her head vigorously. "Deal."
Elizabeth turned her attention to the naughty nurses across the way, knowing well their fetishy get-up didn't mean they couldn't kick your ass and admit you into hospital. "So," Elizabeth added, watching Nurse Deborah slide through the ropes to leave Nurse Kristin to start the fight, "do you want to start? It's OK if you do. I don't mind." Elizabeth smiled, again nervously.
Momentarily uncertain as to the best course of action, Sammie opted to go with the course of action that always the most certain, that is to say the most direct course of action before her. Hooking her belt, Sinclair adjusted her skirt before hopping backwards from the ropes and deeper into the squared circle, smiling with confidence as she returned to rolling her slim shoulders, chocolate curls bouncing and framing her freckled cheeks.
“Get the crowd going,” she nodded before turning, her own peepers focusing on Kristin, “I’ll be back real soon.”
Cromwell nods, bringing her hands together over her head in a rhythmic clap that didn't feel all that natural until the FAWNatics from everywhere in the arena joined her.
Even Kristin, mocking the Upstart and her wannabe Upstart pal, added her slapping of hands. "Get over here small fry and take your medicine like a good girl."
Manners motioned Sammie forward, even as she moved toward the Golden Girl to hook up in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, fully intending to shove the little limey into a corner where she could provide more than a few contusions with a flying fist or two and a lifted knee or three. A powerful prescription maybe, but one she considered entirely necessary.
“I could do that,” Sinclair’s own pace didn’t falter as she neared centre ring to match up with her taller foe, the People’s Princess growing into her role more fully with each passing year and now, at a ‘mighty’ and ‘worldly’ twenty-two, she was feeling less inclined to simply take the lip of her opponents on the chin. “But I never did like needles,” setting her slender shoulders at the last stride, Sammie looked as though she was about to dive headlong into the tie up which, given her size and weight disadvantage, would be ill advised.
At least, it looked that way until she dropped into a sudden splits! Dropping to the canvas with a swishing of her curls, the Former Lightweight Champion reached out with both her paws, moving to snatch a pair of Manner’s unprepared ankles and YANK!! them right out from her underneath her...
Not realizing Sinclair was such a sneak or quite as limber as she clearly was, the Sister tumbled to the deck, landing on her chin. Cursing a blue streak, she cradled her head and rose to all fours when Sammie leapt onto her back, Sinclair's legs wrapping around her waist, mounting her like an equestrian. Not amused at becoming Sammie's horsie, Manners reaches over her shoulder, looking for a handhold on the People's Princess, but Sinclair shifts her head to remain out of reach.
Sinclair supplied a cheeky swat to Kristin's rear infuriating the nurse and motivating her to rise, first to her knees and then to her feet with Sammie still glued to her back. Finding the nearest corner, the brunette turned hers and Sammie's back to it and backpedalled, planning to make a Sammie Sandwich and CRUSH the Upstart between herself and the buckles.
Equally as unwilling to be the spread in Manner’s bagel as Kristen had been to be Sammie’s ride, Sinclair spared a quick look over her shoulder and the impending danger and puffed her cheeks out. The Loyalist Legionnaires, sensing disaster as only those worried for her well being could do, let out a loud shout as the turnbuckles drew nearer, willing the impact to not occur through their force of will alone.
As thankful as she was for their sincere efforts, the Bright Eyed Wonder opted to take a more direct approach concerning her own survival.
She rapidly adjusted her grip, Samantha slapping her palms down firmly over the top of her opponents shoulders before bucking her own hips, the short swing of her lower body allowing the soles of her boots to plant themselves of Manner’s buttocks, Sinclair sticking out her own perky, little toosh at the same time. Countering so quickly that the highlight reel would be needed immediately, Sammie shoved with her athletic stems, using the Nurses own backside as a launch pad, the Tiny Titan HUFFING! as she took to the air and spun her spritely frame about in a glorious one eighty spiral, taking her from the back to the front of her foe in a tight little circle. Still not satisfied, the midflight transfer was accompanied by a headlock, one intended to WOW!! the FAWNatics with a DDT that was both swinging and falling...
Unsure of what the diminutive Brit was doing at her 6 o'clock, but sure it was against hospital policy, the Sister's head twists to the side, trying to get a gander. It only makes Sammie's counter easier, the slick Upstart grabbing hold of Kristin's noggin as she sweeps by on the side. And when Sinclair throws her body toward the canvas, Manners is compelled by Dr. Sinclair's orders to follow behind. But while Sammie lands on her toosh, Kristin's head PLOWS into the deck from the DDT. She tumbles over in a headstand/somersault, ending on her back, thoroughly sedated and apparently ready for bed rest.
Sinclair, meanwhile, looked anything but sleepy as the FAWNatics erupted, tucking back onto her shoulders before launching into FAWN’s Favourite Kip Up! On her feet in a flash, the brunette adjusted her skirt before she resumed clapping, a rapid, three beat rhythm that the Legionnaires knew all too well and we’re eager to join in on. With a smile in place, the Golden Girl spun on the spot, her baby browns narrowing as she made a point of finding Bianchi, the Texting Tyrant still watching malevolently from commentary, Sammie making a universal sign of ‘watching you’.
Over the top of her oversized shades, Alessandria stared right back, rolling her eyes with amused indifference before taking a snapshot of Lizzie still stood at ringside.
Snagging a wrist of the shell shocked Kristin, Sammie began an all new huff as the diminutive battler tugged the spread eagled Nurse across the canvas, dragging her towards the corner of the World’s Best Brits. Freckled cheeks quickly tinted rosy, Sinclair held out a hand for Cromwell, inviting the red head into the squared circle.
“Alright Lizzie,” Sammie prompted, flush with early momentum, “time to show Bianchi why it’s best to avoid you.”
Cromwell hops over the ring, eager to show what she can do and the first attack is instantaneous, for the freckled Liverpudlian doesn't land on her boot soles. Instead, she crashes down on Nurse Manners' chest with her knees, driving the wind out of the Sister.
Grabbing the gasping Kristin's head by a handful of chocolate-covered locks, Elizabeth raises her foe's noggin and slams the back of it into the canvas one, two, three times. The ref starts his count regarding the illegality and Sammie clears her throat to catch Lizzie's attention that she might be doing something against the rules.
"Oh yeah," is the simple response. Cromwell climbs off the nurse and tugs Manners to her feet. Rising to a stance on the middle ropes of the WBB corner behind her, Elizabeth manoeuvres Kristin so she's facing the seated redhead. Cromwell rises to jump off and around Manners so she can drop to her bum, twist Kristin in a tight 180 and slam her features to the mat with a Sitout Facebuster.
Kristin’s mood wasn’t improving, unfortunately for her neither was her equilibrium, her head spinning even before she was and, following the sharp, enforced pivot, the Nurse was driven towards the canvas delectable features first. She hit the plywood with a THUNK, the recoil jolting her over into a renewed spin that left her splayed across her back.
Sammie, as attentive as ever in her corner, applauded her fellow Brits efforts, whipping her arms up high to get the FAWNatics to join in, a chant of “World’s! Best! Brits!” building in momentum. As she looked out into the masses, their enthusiasm wasn’t only thing she witnessed, the world’s most unwanted spectator also making a move.
With a squealing of her seat, Alessandra stood up slowly from behind her guest chair at the commentary table, camera phone still in hand as she looked ready to capture some closer footage.
With a scrunching of her button nose, Sinclair attempted (and generally failed) to look as intimidating as possible, the brunette hopping down from the apron to cut the Gorgeous Geek off at the pass. “Keep it where we can see it, Bianchi” she warned, the miniature mass of the English Export of Perfectly Petite Proportions placed squarely between her partner and the young women determined to end Lizzie’s career.
Alessandra raises her palms high, denying any bad intent. "Calm down, calm down. Just stretching my legs." Bianchi takes a seat. "Paranoid much."
Inside the ring, Cromwell passes on an attempt to pin Nurse Kristin. Instead, keeping an eye on her partner and ex-partner.
Slowly, Manners makes her feet and distressed worry emerges from the FAWNatics.
The redhead picks up on the concern and sees the brunette striding, if unsteadily toward her. Elizabeth leaps to the approaching Sister, curling up in a ball, knees pressed to Kristin's chin, Cromwell ready to drop to her back and deliver a facebreaker to the naughty nurse, one that, after the facebuster, might give her the three-count.
With the entirety of Elizabeth’s weight, not to mention gravity itself working against her, Manners rapidly folded forwards with yet another painful collision waiting to meet her features. Only that destination was never reached, the scant few moments of distraction granting her a scant few moments of recovery, enough to attempt to desperate as she wrapped her arms about the plummeting red head set on wrecking her face. Kristin braced with a loud grunt and, at the last moment, halted their downwards descent, cradling the Lightweight within her grasp for a second longer before, with a second groan, she tensed her shoulders and HEAVED!!, swinging Lizzie like a pendulum up and over in what, by closest approximation, could be called a Suplex...
In a show of strength Elizabeth isn't prepared for, the tucked Brit is sent flying in the opposite direction she'd planned. And when her back hits the canvas HARD, Lizzie's body explodes out of its shell.
Elizabeth reaches for her spine as she yelps in pain. As for Kristin, the reversal is just what the doctor ordered and she staggers to her corner, tagging in Nurse Deborah.
Hurt hurries to Cromwell, grabbing a handful of auburn locks as Elizabeth reaches all fours. She tugs the aching Lizzie to her feet and gives up her grasp to take the wrist of Elizabeth with one hand and wrap her other arm around the neck of the battling Brit. "Time to calm you down," Deborah whispers in the freckled Englishwoman's ear. And Hurt dips to send Elizabeth high and partially over, planning to drop Lizzie on her noggin.
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Cromwell retaliated, the Hellcat sensing her predicament as she swung her elbow into the back of Deborah’s noggin. A valiant effort, but lacking the leverage she needed, nor the time to launch a second or third, the naughty nurse shrugged off the impact with an annoyed grimace and, with a popping of her hips, went on show the red head what an assault really was.
Lifting Lizzie skywards at the centre of the ring, Hurt swung the Boarding School Princess upside down before rapidly dropping her earthwards, DRILLING!! the crown of the young women relentlessly into the barely yielding canvas! With her noggin rattled and neck compressed, Cromwell burst out from the impact rolled like a ragdoll until she came to sitting with both her head and shoulders slumped. With a pained groan, the stunned Brit sat idle, her hands folded neatly upon her lap as she required only the merest of prompting to topple over.
Sammie’s heart skipped a beat, finding her place back on the apron as quickly as her spritely frame could carry her, leaning over the top ropes as far as possible and holding out a paw, shouting out to Lizzie for her to take it...
But Cromwell isn't in much of a condition to understand whose talking, let alone stick an arm in the right direction.
Instead, it's the sinewy brunette in white that gets to work. She manoeuvres the Boarding School Princess to her knees and captures the left wrist of Cromwell, drawing the arm across Elizabeth's throat. Working Lizzie's anatomy expertly, Deborah places Cromwell's opposite arm in a hammerlock behind the redhead's back, the kneeling nurse ready to tug the WBB ginger into a backbreaking arch with her anguish-inducing stretch.
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Much to her later misery, much like her current, the gift wrapped Elizabeth howled her anguish, her arms utterly immobilised as she was arched perilously across the curved spine of her expert tormentor. She howled and she cried, biting down furiously on her bottom lip in an effort to stem her own groaning, trim tummy shivering as each prompt, pull and stretch from Hurt further popped and creaked her abused vertebra. Lizzie began to growl, her proud bosom hiking with each fresh spasm, agony lending her clarity and imprisonment fuelling her frustration.
She tried to shake herself free, but to no avail, Deborah tightening her grip with each fresh attempt, the torment of the red head only increasing as the FAWNatics pleaded with her to stay strong...
The official asks if Elizabeth wants to give up. There's a hint of hesitation, but Cromwell finally shakes 'no'.
The ref says as much to the turned nurse and hearing Elizabeth isn't giving in, Hurt releases, letting Cromwell sag to her haunches, head bowed. Deborah rises and gives Cromwell a pat on the head then flexes those fingers, driving them into Elizabeth's scalp to yank the yipping redhead up and lead her to the nurse's corner.
Deborah tags Kristin but doesn't depart. Instead she scoops Elizabeth up like a babe in her arms and drops to one knee DRIVING Elizabeth's already aching vertebrae down on the balled joint. With Cromwell bridged atop Deborah's knee, Kristin climbs to the top, ready to drop a leg across the throat of the redhead, Nurse Hurt serving Cromwell up on a platter for her fellow caregiver.
Following a grunt and sharp spasm after being planted with a backbreaker over Deborah’s knee, Lizzie flopped boneless as she remained arched across her opponent’s impossibly long stem. With barely a flutter from her pained peepers, Cromwell’s curled neck was an exposed target, the Loyalist Legionnaires in attendance gasping as the returning Kristin took flight... and all but BEHEADED the Boarding School Princess!
With one incredible thigh colliding with the bottom of her spritely chin, the resulting spasm from the freckled lightweight was profound, shooting from the very end of her crimson curls to the tips of her boots before the brutal assault shot her free from her imprisonment. Cromwell understandably appearing lifeless as her frame shot up and over, flopping to the canvas with an additional spasm, slender shoulders convulsing with pained shivers before she slumped.
One Naughty Nurse rolled the red head to her back as the other departed, Kristen hooking a defenceless leg and waiting the inevitable three count...
ONE!
TWO!!
Cromwell shoved up a shoulder, growling as she did so...
Kristin raises her eyebrows at the demolished but still stubborn Elizabeth. "We do wonder," Nurse Manners says, "wonder why anyone is trying to save your career. Maybe I should ask the little chipmunk over there."
Kristin rises and draws Elizabeth up by a wrist, walking the BSP close to Sammie. She lifts an arm of the ragdolled Cromwell and holds it out toward Sinclair... then pulls it back when Sammie tries to make the tag. "Tell me. What do you see in this pathetic punching bag? Be honest."
Sammie’s button nose was scrunching again, a clear and present sign of her Babyfaced dander as her partner was being toyed with. The urge to step into the ring was powerful, and yet the Leader of the Upstart Nation held her place, caught between the impossible boundaries or the rules and her desire to save her friend. Baby browns narrowing, Sinclair did the only thing she could do, and that was preciously what the Naughty Nurse demanded.
“I can see that she’s about to bite you...”
Manners blinked in momentary confusion, and yet soon enough she learned that Samantha was indeed telling the truth, Lizzie pulling back her own arm and dragging the hand that gripped her wrist along with it. With an almost audible NOM!! Cromwell sank her teeth into the soft meat of Kristin’s thumb and the Naughty Nurse took her turn to HOWL!!
It didn’t last long, the few fleeting moments passing before even the startled Official to voice a complaint, Elizabeth spitting out the mouthful of paw before, with a growl, she STAMPED!! downwards onto her opponents foot! Again Manner’s howled, and as she hopped, the battered Boarding School Princess pivoted behind her, snatching a double handful of hair and, as she dropped to one knee, moved to YANK!! her backwards towards it...
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Kristin is hauled off her moorings, flying backwards at the behest of the redhead. The nurse's shoulder blades are dissected by Cromwell's knee, Elizabeth genuflecting in time to drive the joint into its target. A seated Manners yelps in pain, her backbone bowing from the attack.
Elizabeth provides a little parting gift in the way of a forearm shiver to the right temple of the brunette, sending Manners sprawling to her side. A battered, bruised Elizabeth decides a little (or maybe even big) break is in order. Wearily, she ignores Kristin and, using what might be her last bit of energy available, dives to a tag with Sammie, Cromwell rolling out underneath.
Sinclair doesn’t need to be asked twice, the swatting of their palms the only signal that she needed to rapidly begin scampering up the turnbuckles, just as it was all the signal the Loyalist Legionnaires to positively ERUPT! Finding the uppermost point of the corner in no time flat, the Upstart Supreme spread out her arms before she took flight, launching into the air before, at the apex, she tucked into a delightful little ball, her pert little toosh leading the way as she moved to splash the splayed Nurse!
Meanwhile, outside the squared circle, Bianchi tutted, camera phone in hand as she snapped an image of the crumpled Cromwell for prosperity, “Silly Lizzie, it’s no safer out here.”
And it turns out not so safe inside either as Kristin rolls out of the range of Upstart's behind. Sammie's bum lands directly on the unforgiving deck, Sinclair bouncing several inches into the air, her features getting all twisty from the pain in her tailbone. With hands underneath her buns, massaging the ache, Sammie's baby browns turn to a rising Kristin who snatches an ankle of Sinclair's and starts to twirl around the limb, hoping to place the Upstart in a Spinning Toe Hold that would take some of the perk right out of the People's Princess.
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Athletic limbs momentarily numbed, Sammie was in little position to tug her blue booted foot free, forced to tuck over onto her back before the thrumming pain in her toosh was replaced by an all new, piercing agony. She cried involuntarily as her right knee was bent SHARPLY!!, the moan of the Little Sparrow gut wrenching as lightning shot down her stem.
She bit down, groaning, Sinclair clasping little fists as she struggled to contain her mounting misery, every fresh pivot adding just that additional little torque to her abbreviated limb. Breathing deeply, she dragged herself towards the ropes at every opportunity, scooting along on her elbows and refusing to surrender, every inch a victory as she could swear the ring was getting bigger...
And when Sammie reaches toward the ropes, a certain raven-haired techie is standing at the cables, pulling back on them to take them an inch out of reach. "Aw, can Sammie Bear not reach the ropes?" Bianchi sing-songs.
Sammie partially squelches a yelp as Kristin works over her lower limb.
A bedraggled Elizabeth staggers toward Alessandra, right fist ready, and Bianchi releases the rope, throwing her hands up in innocence. "Sorry," she says insincerely toward the threatening Cromwell.
Sammie slips a palm around the rope, now within her grasp, and the ref calls for a break. Kristen provides it after four seconds of wicked wrenching. Backing away, Manners watches as Sammie pulls her aching leg close, shouting at the "patient" to get her ass up.
Sinclair uses the ropes to pull to vertical, but that's all the longer the nurse will delay. She tugs the Upstart away after grabbing the ankle of her injured lower limb. Kristin folds Sinclair's leg at the knee and starts to lift her, planning to drop the injured limb across her thigh in a Shinbreaker to slow Sammie down all the more.
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Towards centre ring the Former Lightweight Champion was forced to hop, attempting to pull away and yet unable to find the leverage. It wasn’t until Kristin had found the perfect spot that they both inhaled at ounce, the diminutive Sinclair shoved skywards as though she were on a trampoline, the sudden vertigo causing her trim, bare tummy to feel giddy before gravity was allowed to take back control. Straight back down Sammie went, golden mini skirt fluttering about her firm thighs before the already damaged knee was driven across the posted stem of her wicked foe, cracking the joint further and forcing a pained yelp.
Inadvertently Sammie wrapped an arm about the unsympathetic shoulders of Manners in an effort to prevent herself from toppling over, her pert bosom hiking as she struggled to compute this new misery.
"Need some help, do we?" Kristin chirps in her best English accent. And she gives Sinclair some in the form of a side suplex that drops Sammie on her Upstart skull. A shudder moves through Sinclair's body after the impact, Sammie settling on her back.
Kristin strides to her corner, using one step to bury a boot into Sammie's navel, forcing a fit of coughs and a pained crinkle of the nose from the blasted brunette. Kristin tags in her fellow caregiver and together they stroll back to Sammie, pulling her up and sending her flying to the ropes in tandem. Linking arms they pull a double clothesline straight between them, ready to try and complete a headectomy on Sinclair when she rebounds.
And rebounds she does, albeit perhaps not as the pair of Naughty Nurses had intended, Sammie burying her pain deep and leaping at the last moment. Grasping the top coil, the Bright Eyed Wonder straggled a fresh cry as she deliberately applied pressure to her throbbing stem, the soles of both her boots perching upon the middle rope and, as tension faithfully snapped back along the rubber, her feather light frame was sent skywards.
Spinning into a delightful twirl, Sinclair turned herself about and spread her petite mass as far as possible, attempting to cross body splash both the nights rivals in a single takedown...
Unfortunately, Sammie is relatively slight of frame. And while a crossbody might have been enough to take one nurse down, the two brunettes together are barely staggered. They catch Sinclair across their chests and chuckle in unison at the wriggling Sammie.
"Time to put you in the ICU," Deborah says. The Sisters dip to throw Sinclair over in a dual fall away slam, but before they can, the fourth member of the fight joins it.
Elizabeth leaps into a dropkick to Sammie's back and, though she'd have to apologize to Sinclair later for nailing her, the effort has some positives, namely sending both nurses to their backs, Sammie splashing atop both, forcing a groan from Hurt and Manners.
Paying attention, unlike most FAWN refs, the official slides down for the count on Deborah for the...
ONE!
TWO!!
THRNOOO....
With help from Kristin, Deborah throws Sammie off and she rolls a shoulder up. Sinclair looks at Cromwell and vice versa. Each nods with a sly grin.
The Official, however, isn’t quite as amused as either of them, nor the FAWNatics who were busy cheering the reversal in fortunes. With the pin broken, the man in black and white immediately begins shepherding the illegal entrants out of the ring, beginning with the winded Kristen and then the smirking Cromwell.
Just as the red head was reluctantly conceding to his demands, Sammie was assuring her with an upraised palm, using the closest ropes to assist her return to vertical. It was by no means a painless endeavour, her stem flinching and thighs shivering as she attempts to apply weight, the punished joint threatening to buckle at any moment. She ignored it; Sinclair willing it into compliance, pushing through the pain as she had done dozens of times befo...
Bianchi was at ringside and, with the Official’s back turn and oblivious to the unfolding drama, the Gorgeous Geek spied a weakness and capitalised, reaching in beneath the bottom rope and snatching Sinclair’s ankle. Yanking backwards on the captured, athletic stem, Alessandria RIPPED away Sammie’s moorings and sent the brunette tumbling, her fall only interrupted with a flare of renewed agony as her wounded knee was further traumatised with a fresh THUNK!! against the canvas!!
Nurse Hurt nods at Alessandra who could clearly care less what the nurse thinks. That doesn't stop Deborah from taking advantage, pulling Sammie to her feet. The Sister staggers Sinclair with a European uppercut then grabs the Golden Girl by a wrist. Hurt tugs a wobbly Sammie toward her, twisting Sammie's left arm across her throat while doing so. With Sinclair choking herself, Deborah sets to leap and lay out, hoping to rip the Upstart to the deck with her cutthroat cutter.
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Despite the furious protests from Lizzie at ringside, the red head still being hustled in that direction by the Official, earthwards Sammie goes, the most Prolific of the Sinclairs pulled backwards and driven into the canvas across her shoulders with a dull THUNK!! The shockwave from the impact sends a ripple down her spritely frame, causing the brunettes stems to kick skywards, Deborah hooking them both and folding the gold attired darling into a small ball.
ONE!
TWO!!
Sammie chirps as she shoves up a shoulder, not quite kicking her way to freedom despite the flexing of her thighs, but at least breaking the pin.
Nurse Deborah stares a burning hole through the official, keeping her disdain silent for the time being. She tugs the blasted Brit to wobbly feet. "Going to have to start calling you Downstarts I'm afraid," Hurt whispers in Sammie's ear as she tugs the Golden Girl into a front facelock. With her free arm, the brunette reaches for Sinclair's opposite leg to cradle it off the canvas. From there, in signature fashion, the Sister planned to lift, turn and deliver, sitting out and dropping Sammie on the People's Skull and knock the patient out in preparation for surgery.
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With her already petite frame tucked and tied into an even smaller cradle, the limp limbed Sinclair had extremely little to work with as the practitioner of pain hupped the Lightweight off the canvas, neatly turning the brunette about and upside down. With the centre of the ring calling, the Leader of the Upstart Nation was driven downwards, Hurt dropping to her firm buttocks to add further momentum as she NAILED Sammie’s crown into the mat, rattling the plywood and silencing the FAWNatics.
With one athletic stem already hooked, the Official needed little prompting, dropping down beside the two fighters and began another count...
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE....
Again Sinclair shoved up a shoulder, the tenacity that had once infuriated Cromwell in the past now giving her cause to cheer, the red head (still somewhat awkwardly) leading the Legionnaires in a clap to spur her partner on.
A furious Hurt turns Sinclair to her chest and slaps open palms into her pert toosh, Sammie yipping from the stinging smacks. Sinclair swings an arm behind her to try and end the flurry and Deborah snatches the wrist, using it to tug a rubbery Golden Girl to stooped feet.
"Time to get merciful!" the Sister shouts, the crowd and Cromwell understanding she's about to do anything but. Tugging Sammie's head between her thighs and clamping down in a scissors, the naughty nurse underhooks one arm and starts to do likewise with the other, ready to sedate this difficult patient with her finishing Defib Driver...
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The rapid, three beat clap of the Loyalist Legionnaires amassed inside the arena was reaching a crescendo as Hurt underhook Sammie’s second arm, the marching beat of the Upstart Nation bouncing from one wall to the other in an effort to will the Tiny Titan to escape at the last moment. Deborah was not willing to suffer such illusions, not as she secured her hold and prepared to...
With a grunt that was not entirely ladylike a resurgent Sinclair doubled down on her various hurts and slipped an arm free, the spritely battler spinning herself about in a whiplash motion that was almost faster than the eye could see. With her back suddenly to the front of the taller brunette, Sammie popped her own knees and leapt, whipping an arm back over her slender shoulder to hook the Sister’s head and drag her down for a shocking jawbreaker...
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Though small of stature, Sinclair has her fair share of the Goliath's strength and she tugs Deborah down with her as she lays out, DRIVING the nurse's chin into the canvas with a stunner from nowhere. The impact sends the crowd into hysterics and sends Hurt barrel rolling to her back, splayed and burbling. On the outside, each partner calls to their counterpart, desperate to replace their embattled teammate before the other.
Despite the stunning reversal, Sammie appeared to be in no hurry to return to vertical, regardless of the stern prompting from Lizzie at ringside. With her many hurts compounded, the small brunette may have perhaps already burned through her adrenaline as she lay immobile across her back, the gold clad lass breathing slowly and blinking her pretty peepers. Then, just as it appeared as though the blasted Hurt was going to begin her ascendency sooner, the Legionnaires filled the air with a loud CHEER!! as the English Export of Perfectly Petite Proportions tucked backwards onto her slender shoulders before WHIPPING her tiny frame into Fawn’s Favourite Kip Up!!
On her feet again Sammie ignored the throbbing her right knee as best she could as she dashed towards her team’s corner, hopping at the last moment as she shared eye contact with her partner and beginning a swift climb up the waiting turnbuckles. A quick few steps were all that were required to take her to the apex of the corner and, along the way, Cromwell slapped her partner on the thigh to collect a legal tag, done so in such a way that Sinclair would not have to linger. The little brunette, reaching the high point of the ring, immediately threw herself skywards, the Upstart Supreme wowing the crowd as she glided into a splash that was targeting the splayed Hurt.
Even as Sammie took to the air, Lizzie was also climbing, the audience almost missing her ascent as the red head reached the top turnbuckle a mere second after Sammie had taken flight. She did likewise, the Boarding School Princess sticking out an elbow as gravity took hold, Deborah not to be the victim of not just one high flying impact, but two!!
The unstoppable Upstart lands across Deborah's open tummy, SPLASHING atop the nurse in spectacular fashion and with devastating effect. A bug-eyed Hurt jack knifes around the Golden Girl, upper torso and head on one side, legs on the other. Sinclair could turn her diminutive frame into BIG splashes from the height of her leaps and this time is no different.
What was, however, is Cromwell's more legal follow-up. Her poised elbow PIERCES into the raised sternum of the Sister. Deborah's eyes cross from the impact, the double dose of WBB too much. Her upper half is flattened under Lizzie's attack, two-thirds of the nurse under a team looking more like a darn good one with every passing second.
Sammie rises to all fours and passes a limp leg of the crushed caregiver to her partner. Elizabeth curls it up in a tight cradle, Sammie hopping out of the way to make room for a ref that apparently considered the pin attempt more important than Sinclair still being in the ring. He slaps the mat for...
ONE!
TWO!!
...and doesn't get to three when Kristin sends a stomp between Elizabeth's exposed shoulder blades. Feeling guilty for not catching Manners out of the corner of her eye, Sammie grabs a wrist and shoulder of Nurse Manners and escorts her in a bum's rush toward the ropes, trying to fling her over.
The crowd remained in high spirits as the taller Kristen was flung outside the squared circle by the diminutive Sinclair, Sammie smirking as she saluted the audience and huffed a little wearily. Right knee still throbbing she turned about and nodded to the rising Cromwell, winking before she dropped down the canvas and tucked into a roll to the outside of the ring. “You got this Lizzie!” she assured with the utmost confidence, back peddling back towards her teams corner before she turned herself about...
Bianchi was there and waiting, much to the distress of the Legionnaires watching as she POUNCED upon an utterly unprepared Sammie, driving her boot into the Little Sparrows exposed and trim tummy!! The lightweight brunette folded forwards with an astonished and great “GUFF!!” of rapidly expelled air, swiftly rendered utterly defenceless as the Gorgeous Geek pulled her forwards into her clutches!
Grinning smugly, the Digital Damsel demonstrated her own strength as she secured Sinclair in a firm front facelock, flipping a loose arm of her foe over her neck and sending her free arm around the brunettes midriff before wasting no time in lifting and spinning the People’s Princess spritely frame both skywards, and upside down!
Elizabeth, seeing the assault unfold far too late to intervene, was forced to be a spectator as Alessandria dropped her unwilling cargo crown first towards the barely padded concrete with Cromwell’s own, Prep School Expulsion!!
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Sammie, rendered unconscious by Bianchi, spreads out in a snoozing sprawl. A flustered, furious Cromwell moves to the ropes overlooking the assault. "Bytch!! She didn't put you out. I did. Leave her the hell alone!!"
"A bit late for that don't you think," Alessandra responds, grinning and patting Sammie on her cheek, no amount of those soft taps going to wake her.
"You are sooowhoah..." The conversation is interrupted from behind as Kristin, having tagged her battered fellow Sister, wraps an arm around the waist of Lizzie. Cromwell releases her grips on the rope to send elbows toward Manners from either direction. But Kristin ducks them and collects Cromwell's left leg while doing so, folding it upward. Using her size and strength Kristin launches Lizzie HIGH into the air planning to dump the redhead over her shoulder, Alessandra watching and hoping with rapt attention.
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Hope that was rewarded, unlike that of the FAWNatics who could only despair after watching the People’s Princess being assaulted outside the ring, and the then the Boarding School Princess suffering a similar fate inside of it. At the apex of the Side Suplex, Cromwell attempted to kick her way to freedom, but with just the one shapely stem to work with, the other folded and ensnared, she couldn’t summon the leverage before she was brought THUDDING!! down to the mat across her neck and shoulders!! The jarring THUNK sent a shiver through the reeling Brit before she slumped, Manners bridging and attempting a pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
Lizzie growled and kicked her way free, this time successfully, flopping over onto her side as she breathed irregularly, trying to get back up under her own power as she hissed a warning, “Stay out of this Kristen, or I’ll...”
A chagrined Manners drives a knee into the jaw of the redhead. "Did no one tell you talking back is not encouraged from our patients?"
The glazed baby browns of the freckled Brit let Nurse Manners know there would be no such problem moving forward. Kristin straightens a slumped Elizabeth and traps an arm of the BSP behind her back in a hammerlock. Wrapping her arms around the trembling ivory tummy of her foe, Kristin pops Cromwell into the air and captures her in a breathtaking embrace. But squeezing the air out of Elizabeth is only a momentary pleasure as the Sister starts to wrap Elizabeth up in an elevated front facelock, clearly wanting to end the night for WBB with her destructive Crash Cart!!
CRASH CART
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And end it she must surely do as, when the Sister falls backwards, she brings the crown of the Brit’s crimson head SLAMMING down into the barely yielding plywood! With a visible shake and shiver, the tightly ensnared, freckled Hellcat is planted into the canvas, all tension fleeing her shapely body as the blasted young women slumped limp. Shoving the puddled Cromwell from her tight embrace, the red head rolled onto her back and, beyond a pained groan, offered no further protest as both of her stems were collected and she was tucked into a ball, firm buttocks pointed skywards as the Official began his count.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
On the outside, a beaming Alessandra lowers her gaze toward Sammie. "Trying to save that bytch...worst mistake you ever made." Bianchi pops off the sleeping Sammie and heads for the exit, Cromwell in no shape to understand any further wisdom from her.
Inside, Nurse Hurt joins her fellow Sister. After Kristin allows Elizabeth's legs to flop lifelessly to the canvas, the official calling for the bell, Deborah helps Kristin to her feet and, hovering over the demolished Cromwell, they each apply their very own version of CPR, stomping the chest of the bested redhead.
Cromwell groans back to life to feel the pressing boots of both Sisters, one on her chest the other below her waistline. "Sammie," she mutters, whether in worry or seeking help is unclear, but it draws a chuckle from the nurses.
"Delusional," Deborah says.
"A shame," Kristin adds.
Hurt drops a knee to Cromwell's temple that knocks her out cold.
"Much better," Manners adds. The Sisters of Mercy lock arm in arm and move to the ropes, leaving the World’s Best Brits to nap behind them.
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...burst into life over the live speakers, heralding the arrival of the World’s Best Brits! While the impromptu tag team alliance didn’t officially fall under the banner of the Upstart Nation, the Legionnaire’s did not hesitate in letting themselves be heard, not as the Upstart Supreme, Samantha Sinclair, and ‘reformed’ Upstart-In-Law, Elizabeth Cromwell swept aside the curtains and emerged on stage with considerable swagger and an eruption of pyrokenetics, said explosion timed to precision with ‘Light ‘em Up!!’ blasting out from the speakers.
SAMANTHA SINCLAIR
ELIZABETH CROMWELL
The brunette was predictably a step or two ahead in embracing the sold out audience, standing as tall as her perfectly petite mass would allow her, catching the light in all the right places as she whipped both her arms up high and waved. Five foot four and one hundred and ten pounds of athletically sculptured, miniature might, Sammie Sinclair was every inch the People’s Princess as she cheered back, shimmering in her golden/yellow attire and blushing fiercely with her dimple, freckled cheeks flushing a delightful crimson.
Despite the speculation that her new, in ring partnership would herald some manner of change in outfit, her attire remained the same, her sports bra smoothly curved about her small, proud bosom, leaving her softly sculptured tummy bare and her upraised arms the same way. Her boy cut shorts remained absent, replaced instead by a short skirt which, with a generous slit running up the right side, revealed a wonderful shot of her firm thigh as the baby brown eyed darling hopped up onto her tip toes and spiralled. Her boots were similarly altered, still bright blue and reaching upwards to just beneath her kneecaps, they were now tanned from firm leather and sported lacing right up the front.
With hands on hips she paused, a smirk in place as she waited for her partner to catch up, Cromwell quickening her pace as the former World’s Brattiest Brit seemed to be having a hard time adapting to the positive reinforcement from the audience. The moment she arrived by the side of Sinclair, the confidence of the Boarding School Princess appeared to sore, a strut doubling in her stride as the two lasses from the English Isle took off towards the ring, the two young women, in the eyes of many, representing the cream of the crop of their Generation from the United Kingdom.
Lizzie’s blue bikini bottoms are tied at each hip, ‘BSP’ emblazoned in bold white strokes across her backside. Above that is a sports bra containing a twisting blend of the colours of her UK with a black outline of the British flag on her right breast. Her one-time strawberry blonde pixie crop, has gone longer, more luxurious and indeed darker than before, a shade closer to auburn.
As they approached the squared circle, Cromwell moved to make her way up the steel steps before a not so gentle nudge from Sinclair’s shoulder diverted her journey. As Sammie took her route around one side of the ring, clapping the outstretched hands of the Legionnaires in welcome, Lizzie found herself ‘forced’ to do likewise down the other. It didn’t take too long for them to meet again and, in unison, their approached the apron and hopped up. Turning their shoulders to the ropes they leaned backwards, flipping up and over with a spiral of beautifully athletic limbs that took them smartly down onto the canvas.
With a renewal of the crowds applause, the World’s Best Brits had returned to the ring...
With the World’s Biggest Brats making a spectacle of themselves in the ring, pandering to every member of the lowest common denominator, Bon Jovi’s Bad Medicine interrupts the cheers, ‘big hair music’ from the 80s pumping through the speakers, turning all attention to the stage above.
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And through the curtains two brunettes, obviously from the sexiest hospital in all creation, stride seductively to the centre, arm in arm. The gorgeous grapplers settle, one with an extra large syringe in hand, the other with a straightjacket. The ladies show off their wares to jeers from the crowd.
DEBORAH HURT
KRISTIN MANNERS
To say the women’s attire is eye catching would be an understatement. Both dark-haired beauties wear stylized, fetishized versions of a nurse’s uniform, namely white latex halters with short, short skirts, a flash of red occasionally seen from beneath, nylons fastened by garters leading to ankle boots. They both wear elbow-length gloves of the same ivory latex as their skirts and finish with white knee and elbow pads, both containing red crosses. The nurses also have surgical masks, though they hang around their necks, perhaps put in place for the nasty procedures they hope to perform. The public address spits to life as the women sashay toward the ring.
“And their opponents…from Parts and Surgical Suites unknown…at a combined weight of 255 pounds…the nefarious nurses…the Sisters of Mercy…Deborah Hurt and Kristin Manners!"
Both alleged medical professionals ignore the boos and the reaching hands of the fans and make their way to the ring, The FAWNatics seem spellbound as the team circles the squared circle, some coughing so they can be checked by the raucous RNs. The assembled admire Deborah's seemingly endless legs and Kristin's bountiful chest enough to silence their catcalls as the women glide by.
The Sisters keep oddly disturbing smiles in place, their “bedside manner” altogether eerie yet seductive. Reaching the steps they move up slowly and carefully, taking each in turn before the brunettes slide into the ring through the ropes on either side of their corner. After placing the syringe and straightjacket neatly in place by the ring post, the nurses huddle, talking in hushed tones about their prescription for the Englishwomen across the ring.
With the players firmly in place, an air of anticipation settled across the packed arena, the FAWNatics waited with baited breath for the Official to ring the all important bell...
...instead, the loud speakers erupted into life for a third time.
What was to follow, echoing with a hollow tone over the arenas sound system, was a puzzling ultimatum, a passive aggressive threat that was full of intent...
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The jarring guitar riff soon followed, a deafening drum beat combining to create an attraction that could not be ignored, a single beam of illumination appearing that highlighted the front stage and, as the first vocals demanded that all those listening “COME ON!” a single young women appeared.
The reaction that was to follow was nothing if not divided, confused and filled with speculation. The raven haired recluse had returned, accompanied by an equal measure of both jeers and cheers, the FAWNatics referring to score cards that could only be inaccurate and failing to find an appropriate, unified response. The three, perhaps four years that had passed since Alessandra Bianchi had graced the Orlando Arena during her first stay, unloved and unlamented following her crippling fate, had left nothing but confusion in her wake.
With a shark’s predatory craving, Bianchi had targeted her former tormentor, her former partner upon her return like a dagger to the back, namely one half of the World’s Best Brits, Elizabeth Cromwell, and yet... Alessandra was no angel, the enemies that she had been making confirming it within a shockingly short amount of time...
Alessandra Bianchi
She appeared anything but crippled now, flash photography utilised by everyone who possessed it, capturing her approach in stark relief for scant seconds at a time as Bianchi zeroed in on her destination. Black leather had become her friends, her stems covered from hip to mid thigh in the curve hugging material whilst buckled boots encased herself upwards past her calves. Her taunt little tummy remained bare, unprotected by her jacket that only reached down to beneath her bosom, her cut off shirt doing likewise and her unflinching gaze was obscured by the oversized lenses of her dark tinted shades.
In one hand Alessandra held her own phone, holding it upwards towards the ring she was fast approaching at an otherwise casual saunter, one dexterous thumb tweeting furiously as, much to the shock of those watching, they all found themselves ‘followers’ of without asking. It was then, as Bianchi put her phone away, slipping it securely inside her jacket that she ‘allowed’ the house lights to come back up, the Gorgeous Geek... bypassing the steel steps before she circled the outside of the ring.
With a sharp tilt of her head, the bridge of her oversized shades slipped down to the tip of her nose, the Tantalising Tweeter peering contemptuously over the top at her former Bestie, winking at the Boarding School Princess with a silent promise of impending danger. Without a word, none were necessary to noticeably unnerve the red head she persistently rattled, she silently took her place of honour at the announcers table, putting on a headset and joining the commentators as a guest.
That hardly seemed to make Lizzie feel any better about her arrival...
Sammie hopped lightly between heel and toe, rolling her shoulders as she found her attention split, the Sisters of Mercy discussing strategy opposite and a hostile force at her back. She looked across her shoulder to smile at Lizzie, a comforting quirk of her lips for her tag partner as the Redhead struggled to keep her eyes off Bianchi, nerves returning to her demeanour due to the very presence of her perpetual tormentor. Cromwell put on a brave face, bolstered by the far closer presence of Sinclair, but there was no hiding the sudden resurgence of her uncertainty.
“Lizzie,” the Bright Eyed Wonder cut through her divided attention, forcing her to make eye contact and held it, “one problem at a time alight? Bianchi wants to try something,” Sammie turned her own head in the direction of the gorgeous Geek, Alessandria appearing almost bored as she sat with the commentators, headset on as she blew an especially large bubble, texting away on her mobile to update her twitter. “We’ll kick her upside the head, deal?”
Cromwell nodded her head vigorously. "Deal."
Elizabeth turned her attention to the naughty nurses across the way, knowing well their fetishy get-up didn't mean they couldn't kick your ass and admit you into hospital. "So," Elizabeth added, watching Nurse Deborah slide through the ropes to leave Nurse Kristin to start the fight, "do you want to start? It's OK if you do. I don't mind." Elizabeth smiled, again nervously.
Momentarily uncertain as to the best course of action, Sammie opted to go with the course of action that always the most certain, that is to say the most direct course of action before her. Hooking her belt, Sinclair adjusted her skirt before hopping backwards from the ropes and deeper into the squared circle, smiling with confidence as she returned to rolling her slim shoulders, chocolate curls bouncing and framing her freckled cheeks.
“Get the crowd going,” she nodded before turning, her own peepers focusing on Kristin, “I’ll be back real soon.”
Cromwell nods, bringing her hands together over her head in a rhythmic clap that didn't feel all that natural until the FAWNatics from everywhere in the arena joined her.
Even Kristin, mocking the Upstart and her wannabe Upstart pal, added her slapping of hands. "Get over here small fry and take your medicine like a good girl."
Manners motioned Sammie forward, even as she moved toward the Golden Girl to hook up in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, fully intending to shove the little limey into a corner where she could provide more than a few contusions with a flying fist or two and a lifted knee or three. A powerful prescription maybe, but one she considered entirely necessary.
“I could do that,” Sinclair’s own pace didn’t falter as she neared centre ring to match up with her taller foe, the People’s Princess growing into her role more fully with each passing year and now, at a ‘mighty’ and ‘worldly’ twenty-two, she was feeling less inclined to simply take the lip of her opponents on the chin. “But I never did like needles,” setting her slender shoulders at the last stride, Sammie looked as though she was about to dive headlong into the tie up which, given her size and weight disadvantage, would be ill advised.
At least, it looked that way until she dropped into a sudden splits! Dropping to the canvas with a swishing of her curls, the Former Lightweight Champion reached out with both her paws, moving to snatch a pair of Manner’s unprepared ankles and YANK!! them right out from her underneath her...
Not realizing Sinclair was such a sneak or quite as limber as she clearly was, the Sister tumbled to the deck, landing on her chin. Cursing a blue streak, she cradled her head and rose to all fours when Sammie leapt onto her back, Sinclair's legs wrapping around her waist, mounting her like an equestrian. Not amused at becoming Sammie's horsie, Manners reaches over her shoulder, looking for a handhold on the People's Princess, but Sinclair shifts her head to remain out of reach.
Sinclair supplied a cheeky swat to Kristin's rear infuriating the nurse and motivating her to rise, first to her knees and then to her feet with Sammie still glued to her back. Finding the nearest corner, the brunette turned hers and Sammie's back to it and backpedalled, planning to make a Sammie Sandwich and CRUSH the Upstart between herself and the buckles.
Equally as unwilling to be the spread in Manner’s bagel as Kristen had been to be Sammie’s ride, Sinclair spared a quick look over her shoulder and the impending danger and puffed her cheeks out. The Loyalist Legionnaires, sensing disaster as only those worried for her well being could do, let out a loud shout as the turnbuckles drew nearer, willing the impact to not occur through their force of will alone.
As thankful as she was for their sincere efforts, the Bright Eyed Wonder opted to take a more direct approach concerning her own survival.
She rapidly adjusted her grip, Samantha slapping her palms down firmly over the top of her opponents shoulders before bucking her own hips, the short swing of her lower body allowing the soles of her boots to plant themselves of Manner’s buttocks, Sinclair sticking out her own perky, little toosh at the same time. Countering so quickly that the highlight reel would be needed immediately, Sammie shoved with her athletic stems, using the Nurses own backside as a launch pad, the Tiny Titan HUFFING! as she took to the air and spun her spritely frame about in a glorious one eighty spiral, taking her from the back to the front of her foe in a tight little circle. Still not satisfied, the midflight transfer was accompanied by a headlock, one intended to WOW!! the FAWNatics with a DDT that was both swinging and falling...
Unsure of what the diminutive Brit was doing at her 6 o'clock, but sure it was against hospital policy, the Sister's head twists to the side, trying to get a gander. It only makes Sammie's counter easier, the slick Upstart grabbing hold of Kristin's noggin as she sweeps by on the side. And when Sinclair throws her body toward the canvas, Manners is compelled by Dr. Sinclair's orders to follow behind. But while Sammie lands on her toosh, Kristin's head PLOWS into the deck from the DDT. She tumbles over in a headstand/somersault, ending on her back, thoroughly sedated and apparently ready for bed rest.
Sinclair, meanwhile, looked anything but sleepy as the FAWNatics erupted, tucking back onto her shoulders before launching into FAWN’s Favourite Kip Up! On her feet in a flash, the brunette adjusted her skirt before she resumed clapping, a rapid, three beat rhythm that the Legionnaires knew all too well and we’re eager to join in on. With a smile in place, the Golden Girl spun on the spot, her baby browns narrowing as she made a point of finding Bianchi, the Texting Tyrant still watching malevolently from commentary, Sammie making a universal sign of ‘watching you’.
Over the top of her oversized shades, Alessandria stared right back, rolling her eyes with amused indifference before taking a snapshot of Lizzie still stood at ringside.
Snagging a wrist of the shell shocked Kristin, Sammie began an all new huff as the diminutive battler tugged the spread eagled Nurse across the canvas, dragging her towards the corner of the World’s Best Brits. Freckled cheeks quickly tinted rosy, Sinclair held out a hand for Cromwell, inviting the red head into the squared circle.
“Alright Lizzie,” Sammie prompted, flush with early momentum, “time to show Bianchi why it’s best to avoid you.”
Cromwell hops over the ring, eager to show what she can do and the first attack is instantaneous, for the freckled Liverpudlian doesn't land on her boot soles. Instead, she crashes down on Nurse Manners' chest with her knees, driving the wind out of the Sister.
Grabbing the gasping Kristin's head by a handful of chocolate-covered locks, Elizabeth raises her foe's noggin and slams the back of it into the canvas one, two, three times. The ref starts his count regarding the illegality and Sammie clears her throat to catch Lizzie's attention that she might be doing something against the rules.
"Oh yeah," is the simple response. Cromwell climbs off the nurse and tugs Manners to her feet. Rising to a stance on the middle ropes of the WBB corner behind her, Elizabeth manoeuvres Kristin so she's facing the seated redhead. Cromwell rises to jump off and around Manners so she can drop to her bum, twist Kristin in a tight 180 and slam her features to the mat with a Sitout Facebuster.
Kristin’s mood wasn’t improving, unfortunately for her neither was her equilibrium, her head spinning even before she was and, following the sharp, enforced pivot, the Nurse was driven towards the canvas delectable features first. She hit the plywood with a THUNK, the recoil jolting her over into a renewed spin that left her splayed across her back.
Sammie, as attentive as ever in her corner, applauded her fellow Brits efforts, whipping her arms up high to get the FAWNatics to join in, a chant of “World’s! Best! Brits!” building in momentum. As she looked out into the masses, their enthusiasm wasn’t only thing she witnessed, the world’s most unwanted spectator also making a move.
With a squealing of her seat, Alessandra stood up slowly from behind her guest chair at the commentary table, camera phone still in hand as she looked ready to capture some closer footage.
With a scrunching of her button nose, Sinclair attempted (and generally failed) to look as intimidating as possible, the brunette hopping down from the apron to cut the Gorgeous Geek off at the pass. “Keep it where we can see it, Bianchi” she warned, the miniature mass of the English Export of Perfectly Petite Proportions placed squarely between her partner and the young women determined to end Lizzie’s career.
Alessandra raises her palms high, denying any bad intent. "Calm down, calm down. Just stretching my legs." Bianchi takes a seat. "Paranoid much."
Inside the ring, Cromwell passes on an attempt to pin Nurse Kristin. Instead, keeping an eye on her partner and ex-partner.
Slowly, Manners makes her feet and distressed worry emerges from the FAWNatics.
The redhead picks up on the concern and sees the brunette striding, if unsteadily toward her. Elizabeth leaps to the approaching Sister, curling up in a ball, knees pressed to Kristin's chin, Cromwell ready to drop to her back and deliver a facebreaker to the naughty nurse, one that, after the facebuster, might give her the three-count.
With the entirety of Elizabeth’s weight, not to mention gravity itself working against her, Manners rapidly folded forwards with yet another painful collision waiting to meet her features. Only that destination was never reached, the scant few moments of distraction granting her a scant few moments of recovery, enough to attempt to desperate as she wrapped her arms about the plummeting red head set on wrecking her face. Kristin braced with a loud grunt and, at the last moment, halted their downwards descent, cradling the Lightweight within her grasp for a second longer before, with a second groan, she tensed her shoulders and HEAVED!!, swinging Lizzie like a pendulum up and over in what, by closest approximation, could be called a Suplex...
In a show of strength Elizabeth isn't prepared for, the tucked Brit is sent flying in the opposite direction she'd planned. And when her back hits the canvas HARD, Lizzie's body explodes out of its shell.
Elizabeth reaches for her spine as she yelps in pain. As for Kristin, the reversal is just what the doctor ordered and she staggers to her corner, tagging in Nurse Deborah.
Hurt hurries to Cromwell, grabbing a handful of auburn locks as Elizabeth reaches all fours. She tugs the aching Lizzie to her feet and gives up her grasp to take the wrist of Elizabeth with one hand and wrap her other arm around the neck of the battling Brit. "Time to calm you down," Deborah whispers in the freckled Englishwoman's ear. And Hurt dips to send Elizabeth high and partially over, planning to drop Lizzie on her noggin.
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Cromwell retaliated, the Hellcat sensing her predicament as she swung her elbow into the back of Deborah’s noggin. A valiant effort, but lacking the leverage she needed, nor the time to launch a second or third, the naughty nurse shrugged off the impact with an annoyed grimace and, with a popping of her hips, went on show the red head what an assault really was.
Lifting Lizzie skywards at the centre of the ring, Hurt swung the Boarding School Princess upside down before rapidly dropping her earthwards, DRILLING!! the crown of the young women relentlessly into the barely yielding canvas! With her noggin rattled and neck compressed, Cromwell burst out from the impact rolled like a ragdoll until she came to sitting with both her head and shoulders slumped. With a pained groan, the stunned Brit sat idle, her hands folded neatly upon her lap as she required only the merest of prompting to topple over.
Sammie’s heart skipped a beat, finding her place back on the apron as quickly as her spritely frame could carry her, leaning over the top ropes as far as possible and holding out a paw, shouting out to Lizzie for her to take it...
But Cromwell isn't in much of a condition to understand whose talking, let alone stick an arm in the right direction.
Instead, it's the sinewy brunette in white that gets to work. She manoeuvres the Boarding School Princess to her knees and captures the left wrist of Cromwell, drawing the arm across Elizabeth's throat. Working Lizzie's anatomy expertly, Deborah places Cromwell's opposite arm in a hammerlock behind the redhead's back, the kneeling nurse ready to tug the WBB ginger into a backbreaking arch with her anguish-inducing stretch.
@ 00:06
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Much to her later misery, much like her current, the gift wrapped Elizabeth howled her anguish, her arms utterly immobilised as she was arched perilously across the curved spine of her expert tormentor. She howled and she cried, biting down furiously on her bottom lip in an effort to stem her own groaning, trim tummy shivering as each prompt, pull and stretch from Hurt further popped and creaked her abused vertebra. Lizzie began to growl, her proud bosom hiking with each fresh spasm, agony lending her clarity and imprisonment fuelling her frustration.
She tried to shake herself free, but to no avail, Deborah tightening her grip with each fresh attempt, the torment of the red head only increasing as the FAWNatics pleaded with her to stay strong...
The official asks if Elizabeth wants to give up. There's a hint of hesitation, but Cromwell finally shakes 'no'.
The ref says as much to the turned nurse and hearing Elizabeth isn't giving in, Hurt releases, letting Cromwell sag to her haunches, head bowed. Deborah rises and gives Cromwell a pat on the head then flexes those fingers, driving them into Elizabeth's scalp to yank the yipping redhead up and lead her to the nurse's corner.
Deborah tags Kristin but doesn't depart. Instead she scoops Elizabeth up like a babe in her arms and drops to one knee DRIVING Elizabeth's already aching vertebrae down on the balled joint. With Cromwell bridged atop Deborah's knee, Kristin climbs to the top, ready to drop a leg across the throat of the redhead, Nurse Hurt serving Cromwell up on a platter for her fellow caregiver.
Following a grunt and sharp spasm after being planted with a backbreaker over Deborah’s knee, Lizzie flopped boneless as she remained arched across her opponent’s impossibly long stem. With barely a flutter from her pained peepers, Cromwell’s curled neck was an exposed target, the Loyalist Legionnaires in attendance gasping as the returning Kristin took flight... and all but BEHEADED the Boarding School Princess!
With one incredible thigh colliding with the bottom of her spritely chin, the resulting spasm from the freckled lightweight was profound, shooting from the very end of her crimson curls to the tips of her boots before the brutal assault shot her free from her imprisonment. Cromwell understandably appearing lifeless as her frame shot up and over, flopping to the canvas with an additional spasm, slender shoulders convulsing with pained shivers before she slumped.
One Naughty Nurse rolled the red head to her back as the other departed, Kristen hooking a defenceless leg and waiting the inevitable three count...
ONE!
TWO!!
Cromwell shoved up a shoulder, growling as she did so...
Kristin raises her eyebrows at the demolished but still stubborn Elizabeth. "We do wonder," Nurse Manners says, "wonder why anyone is trying to save your career. Maybe I should ask the little chipmunk over there."
Kristin rises and draws Elizabeth up by a wrist, walking the BSP close to Sammie. She lifts an arm of the ragdolled Cromwell and holds it out toward Sinclair... then pulls it back when Sammie tries to make the tag. "Tell me. What do you see in this pathetic punching bag? Be honest."
Sammie’s button nose was scrunching again, a clear and present sign of her Babyfaced dander as her partner was being toyed with. The urge to step into the ring was powerful, and yet the Leader of the Upstart Nation held her place, caught between the impossible boundaries or the rules and her desire to save her friend. Baby browns narrowing, Sinclair did the only thing she could do, and that was preciously what the Naughty Nurse demanded.
“I can see that she’s about to bite you...”
Manners blinked in momentary confusion, and yet soon enough she learned that Samantha was indeed telling the truth, Lizzie pulling back her own arm and dragging the hand that gripped her wrist along with it. With an almost audible NOM!! Cromwell sank her teeth into the soft meat of Kristin’s thumb and the Naughty Nurse took her turn to HOWL!!
It didn’t last long, the few fleeting moments passing before even the startled Official to voice a complaint, Elizabeth spitting out the mouthful of paw before, with a growl, she STAMPED!! downwards onto her opponents foot! Again Manner’s howled, and as she hopped, the battered Boarding School Princess pivoted behind her, snatching a double handful of hair and, as she dropped to one knee, moved to YANK!! her backwards towards it...
Hairpull Backbreaker: @1:00
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Kristin is hauled off her moorings, flying backwards at the behest of the redhead. The nurse's shoulder blades are dissected by Cromwell's knee, Elizabeth genuflecting in time to drive the joint into its target. A seated Manners yelps in pain, her backbone bowing from the attack.
Elizabeth provides a little parting gift in the way of a forearm shiver to the right temple of the brunette, sending Manners sprawling to her side. A battered, bruised Elizabeth decides a little (or maybe even big) break is in order. Wearily, she ignores Kristin and, using what might be her last bit of energy available, dives to a tag with Sammie, Cromwell rolling out underneath.
Sinclair doesn’t need to be asked twice, the swatting of their palms the only signal that she needed to rapidly begin scampering up the turnbuckles, just as it was all the signal the Loyalist Legionnaires to positively ERUPT! Finding the uppermost point of the corner in no time flat, the Upstart Supreme spread out her arms before she took flight, launching into the air before, at the apex, she tucked into a delightful little ball, her pert little toosh leading the way as she moved to splash the splayed Nurse!
Meanwhile, outside the squared circle, Bianchi tutted, camera phone in hand as she snapped an image of the crumpled Cromwell for prosperity, “Silly Lizzie, it’s no safer out here.”
And it turns out not so safe inside either as Kristin rolls out of the range of Upstart's behind. Sammie's bum lands directly on the unforgiving deck, Sinclair bouncing several inches into the air, her features getting all twisty from the pain in her tailbone. With hands underneath her buns, massaging the ache, Sammie's baby browns turn to a rising Kristin who snatches an ankle of Sinclair's and starts to twirl around the limb, hoping to place the Upstart in a Spinning Toe Hold that would take some of the perk right out of the People's Princess.
@ 1:01
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v60RhFfPyQQ
Athletic limbs momentarily numbed, Sammie was in little position to tug her blue booted foot free, forced to tuck over onto her back before the thrumming pain in her toosh was replaced by an all new, piercing agony. She cried involuntarily as her right knee was bent SHARPLY!!, the moan of the Little Sparrow gut wrenching as lightning shot down her stem.
She bit down, groaning, Sinclair clasping little fists as she struggled to contain her mounting misery, every fresh pivot adding just that additional little torque to her abbreviated limb. Breathing deeply, she dragged herself towards the ropes at every opportunity, scooting along on her elbows and refusing to surrender, every inch a victory as she could swear the ring was getting bigger...
And when Sammie reaches toward the ropes, a certain raven-haired techie is standing at the cables, pulling back on them to take them an inch out of reach. "Aw, can Sammie Bear not reach the ropes?" Bianchi sing-songs.
Sammie partially squelches a yelp as Kristin works over her lower limb.
A bedraggled Elizabeth staggers toward Alessandra, right fist ready, and Bianchi releases the rope, throwing her hands up in innocence. "Sorry," she says insincerely toward the threatening Cromwell.
Sammie slips a palm around the rope, now within her grasp, and the ref calls for a break. Kristen provides it after four seconds of wicked wrenching. Backing away, Manners watches as Sammie pulls her aching leg close, shouting at the "patient" to get her ass up.
Sinclair uses the ropes to pull to vertical, but that's all the longer the nurse will delay. She tugs the Upstart away after grabbing the ankle of her injured lower limb. Kristin folds Sinclair's leg at the knee and starts to lift her, planning to drop the injured limb across her thigh in a Shinbreaker to slow Sammie down all the more.
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Towards centre ring the Former Lightweight Champion was forced to hop, attempting to pull away and yet unable to find the leverage. It wasn’t until Kristin had found the perfect spot that they both inhaled at ounce, the diminutive Sinclair shoved skywards as though she were on a trampoline, the sudden vertigo causing her trim, bare tummy to feel giddy before gravity was allowed to take back control. Straight back down Sammie went, golden mini skirt fluttering about her firm thighs before the already damaged knee was driven across the posted stem of her wicked foe, cracking the joint further and forcing a pained yelp.
Inadvertently Sammie wrapped an arm about the unsympathetic shoulders of Manners in an effort to prevent herself from toppling over, her pert bosom hiking as she struggled to compute this new misery.
"Need some help, do we?" Kristin chirps in her best English accent. And she gives Sinclair some in the form of a side suplex that drops Sammie on her Upstart skull. A shudder moves through Sinclair's body after the impact, Sammie settling on her back.
Kristin strides to her corner, using one step to bury a boot into Sammie's navel, forcing a fit of coughs and a pained crinkle of the nose from the blasted brunette. Kristin tags in her fellow caregiver and together they stroll back to Sammie, pulling her up and sending her flying to the ropes in tandem. Linking arms they pull a double clothesline straight between them, ready to try and complete a headectomy on Sinclair when she rebounds.
And rebounds she does, albeit perhaps not as the pair of Naughty Nurses had intended, Sammie burying her pain deep and leaping at the last moment. Grasping the top coil, the Bright Eyed Wonder straggled a fresh cry as she deliberately applied pressure to her throbbing stem, the soles of both her boots perching upon the middle rope and, as tension faithfully snapped back along the rubber, her feather light frame was sent skywards.
Spinning into a delightful twirl, Sinclair turned herself about and spread her petite mass as far as possible, attempting to cross body splash both the nights rivals in a single takedown...
Unfortunately, Sammie is relatively slight of frame. And while a crossbody might have been enough to take one nurse down, the two brunettes together are barely staggered. They catch Sinclair across their chests and chuckle in unison at the wriggling Sammie.
"Time to put you in the ICU," Deborah says. The Sisters dip to throw Sinclair over in a dual fall away slam, but before they can, the fourth member of the fight joins it.
Elizabeth leaps into a dropkick to Sammie's back and, though she'd have to apologize to Sinclair later for nailing her, the effort has some positives, namely sending both nurses to their backs, Sammie splashing atop both, forcing a groan from Hurt and Manners.
Paying attention, unlike most FAWN refs, the official slides down for the count on Deborah for the...
ONE!
TWO!!
THRNOOO....
With help from Kristin, Deborah throws Sammie off and she rolls a shoulder up. Sinclair looks at Cromwell and vice versa. Each nods with a sly grin.
The Official, however, isn’t quite as amused as either of them, nor the FAWNatics who were busy cheering the reversal in fortunes. With the pin broken, the man in black and white immediately begins shepherding the illegal entrants out of the ring, beginning with the winded Kristen and then the smirking Cromwell.
Just as the red head was reluctantly conceding to his demands, Sammie was assuring her with an upraised palm, using the closest ropes to assist her return to vertical. It was by no means a painless endeavour, her stem flinching and thighs shivering as she attempts to apply weight, the punished joint threatening to buckle at any moment. She ignored it; Sinclair willing it into compliance, pushing through the pain as she had done dozens of times befo...
Bianchi was at ringside and, with the Official’s back turn and oblivious to the unfolding drama, the Gorgeous Geek spied a weakness and capitalised, reaching in beneath the bottom rope and snatching Sinclair’s ankle. Yanking backwards on the captured, athletic stem, Alessandria RIPPED away Sammie’s moorings and sent the brunette tumbling, her fall only interrupted with a flare of renewed agony as her wounded knee was further traumatised with a fresh THUNK!! against the canvas!!
Nurse Hurt nods at Alessandra who could clearly care less what the nurse thinks. That doesn't stop Deborah from taking advantage, pulling Sammie to her feet. The Sister staggers Sinclair with a European uppercut then grabs the Golden Girl by a wrist. Hurt tugs a wobbly Sammie toward her, twisting Sammie's left arm across her throat while doing so. With Sinclair choking herself, Deborah sets to leap and lay out, hoping to rip the Upstart to the deck with her cutthroat cutter.
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Despite the furious protests from Lizzie at ringside, the red head still being hustled in that direction by the Official, earthwards Sammie goes, the most Prolific of the Sinclairs pulled backwards and driven into the canvas across her shoulders with a dull THUNK!! The shockwave from the impact sends a ripple down her spritely frame, causing the brunettes stems to kick skywards, Deborah hooking them both and folding the gold attired darling into a small ball.
ONE!
TWO!!
Sammie chirps as she shoves up a shoulder, not quite kicking her way to freedom despite the flexing of her thighs, but at least breaking the pin.
Nurse Deborah stares a burning hole through the official, keeping her disdain silent for the time being. She tugs the blasted Brit to wobbly feet. "Going to have to start calling you Downstarts I'm afraid," Hurt whispers in Sammie's ear as she tugs the Golden Girl into a front facelock. With her free arm, the brunette reaches for Sinclair's opposite leg to cradle it off the canvas. From there, in signature fashion, the Sister planned to lift, turn and deliver, sitting out and dropping Sammie on the People's Skull and knock the patient out in preparation for surgery.
@ 2:04
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hafznPCNaqM
With her already petite frame tucked and tied into an even smaller cradle, the limp limbed Sinclair had extremely little to work with as the practitioner of pain hupped the Lightweight off the canvas, neatly turning the brunette about and upside down. With the centre of the ring calling, the Leader of the Upstart Nation was driven downwards, Hurt dropping to her firm buttocks to add further momentum as she NAILED Sammie’s crown into the mat, rattling the plywood and silencing the FAWNatics.
With one athletic stem already hooked, the Official needed little prompting, dropping down beside the two fighters and began another count...
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE....
Again Sinclair shoved up a shoulder, the tenacity that had once infuriated Cromwell in the past now giving her cause to cheer, the red head (still somewhat awkwardly) leading the Legionnaires in a clap to spur her partner on.
A furious Hurt turns Sinclair to her chest and slaps open palms into her pert toosh, Sammie yipping from the stinging smacks. Sinclair swings an arm behind her to try and end the flurry and Deborah snatches the wrist, using it to tug a rubbery Golden Girl to stooped feet.
"Time to get merciful!" the Sister shouts, the crowd and Cromwell understanding she's about to do anything but. Tugging Sammie's head between her thighs and clamping down in a scissors, the naughty nurse underhooks one arm and starts to do likewise with the other, ready to sedate this difficult patient with her finishing Defib Driver...
@ 1:18
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SDGz8-2B100
The rapid, three beat clap of the Loyalist Legionnaires amassed inside the arena was reaching a crescendo as Hurt underhook Sammie’s second arm, the marching beat of the Upstart Nation bouncing from one wall to the other in an effort to will the Tiny Titan to escape at the last moment. Deborah was not willing to suffer such illusions, not as she secured her hold and prepared to...
With a grunt that was not entirely ladylike a resurgent Sinclair doubled down on her various hurts and slipped an arm free, the spritely battler spinning herself about in a whiplash motion that was almost faster than the eye could see. With her back suddenly to the front of the taller brunette, Sammie popped her own knees and leapt, whipping an arm back over her slender shoulder to hook the Sister’s head and drag her down for a shocking jawbreaker...
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Though small of stature, Sinclair has her fair share of the Goliath's strength and she tugs Deborah down with her as she lays out, DRIVING the nurse's chin into the canvas with a stunner from nowhere. The impact sends the crowd into hysterics and sends Hurt barrel rolling to her back, splayed and burbling. On the outside, each partner calls to their counterpart, desperate to replace their embattled teammate before the other.
Despite the stunning reversal, Sammie appeared to be in no hurry to return to vertical, regardless of the stern prompting from Lizzie at ringside. With her many hurts compounded, the small brunette may have perhaps already burned through her adrenaline as she lay immobile across her back, the gold clad lass breathing slowly and blinking her pretty peepers. Then, just as it appeared as though the blasted Hurt was going to begin her ascendency sooner, the Legionnaires filled the air with a loud CHEER!! as the English Export of Perfectly Petite Proportions tucked backwards onto her slender shoulders before WHIPPING her tiny frame into Fawn’s Favourite Kip Up!!
On her feet again Sammie ignored the throbbing her right knee as best she could as she dashed towards her team’s corner, hopping at the last moment as she shared eye contact with her partner and beginning a swift climb up the waiting turnbuckles. A quick few steps were all that were required to take her to the apex of the corner and, along the way, Cromwell slapped her partner on the thigh to collect a legal tag, done so in such a way that Sinclair would not have to linger. The little brunette, reaching the high point of the ring, immediately threw herself skywards, the Upstart Supreme wowing the crowd as she glided into a splash that was targeting the splayed Hurt.
Even as Sammie took to the air, Lizzie was also climbing, the audience almost missing her ascent as the red head reached the top turnbuckle a mere second after Sammie had taken flight. She did likewise, the Boarding School Princess sticking out an elbow as gravity took hold, Deborah not to be the victim of not just one high flying impact, but two!!
The unstoppable Upstart lands across Deborah's open tummy, SPLASHING atop the nurse in spectacular fashion and with devastating effect. A bug-eyed Hurt jack knifes around the Golden Girl, upper torso and head on one side, legs on the other. Sinclair could turn her diminutive frame into BIG splashes from the height of her leaps and this time is no different.
What was, however, is Cromwell's more legal follow-up. Her poised elbow PIERCES into the raised sternum of the Sister. Deborah's eyes cross from the impact, the double dose of WBB too much. Her upper half is flattened under Lizzie's attack, two-thirds of the nurse under a team looking more like a darn good one with every passing second.
Sammie rises to all fours and passes a limp leg of the crushed caregiver to her partner. Elizabeth curls it up in a tight cradle, Sammie hopping out of the way to make room for a ref that apparently considered the pin attempt more important than Sinclair still being in the ring. He slaps the mat for...
ONE!
TWO!!
...and doesn't get to three when Kristin sends a stomp between Elizabeth's exposed shoulder blades. Feeling guilty for not catching Manners out of the corner of her eye, Sammie grabs a wrist and shoulder of Nurse Manners and escorts her in a bum's rush toward the ropes, trying to fling her over.
The crowd remained in high spirits as the taller Kristen was flung outside the squared circle by the diminutive Sinclair, Sammie smirking as she saluted the audience and huffed a little wearily. Right knee still throbbing she turned about and nodded to the rising Cromwell, winking before she dropped down the canvas and tucked into a roll to the outside of the ring. “You got this Lizzie!” she assured with the utmost confidence, back peddling back towards her teams corner before she turned herself about...
Bianchi was there and waiting, much to the distress of the Legionnaires watching as she POUNCED upon an utterly unprepared Sammie, driving her boot into the Little Sparrows exposed and trim tummy!! The lightweight brunette folded forwards with an astonished and great “GUFF!!” of rapidly expelled air, swiftly rendered utterly defenceless as the Gorgeous Geek pulled her forwards into her clutches!
Grinning smugly, the Digital Damsel demonstrated her own strength as she secured Sinclair in a firm front facelock, flipping a loose arm of her foe over her neck and sending her free arm around the brunettes midriff before wasting no time in lifting and spinning the People’s Princess spritely frame both skywards, and upside down!
Elizabeth, seeing the assault unfold far too late to intervene, was forced to be a spectator as Alessandria dropped her unwilling cargo crown first towards the barely padded concrete with Cromwell’s own, Prep School Expulsion!!
@0:06: PREP SCHOOL EXPULSION
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ttqciIH5dA
Sammie, rendered unconscious by Bianchi, spreads out in a snoozing sprawl. A flustered, furious Cromwell moves to the ropes overlooking the assault. "Bytch!! She didn't put you out. I did. Leave her the hell alone!!"
"A bit late for that don't you think," Alessandra responds, grinning and patting Sammie on her cheek, no amount of those soft taps going to wake her.
"You are sooowhoah..." The conversation is interrupted from behind as Kristin, having tagged her battered fellow Sister, wraps an arm around the waist of Lizzie. Cromwell releases her grips on the rope to send elbows toward Manners from either direction. But Kristin ducks them and collects Cromwell's left leg while doing so, folding it upward. Using her size and strength Kristin launches Lizzie HIGH into the air planning to dump the redhead over her shoulder, Alessandra watching and hoping with rapt attention.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nLYobRvTu8c
Hope that was rewarded, unlike that of the FAWNatics who could only despair after watching the People’s Princess being assaulted outside the ring, and the then the Boarding School Princess suffering a similar fate inside of it. At the apex of the Side Suplex, Cromwell attempted to kick her way to freedom, but with just the one shapely stem to work with, the other folded and ensnared, she couldn’t summon the leverage before she was brought THUDDING!! down to the mat across her neck and shoulders!! The jarring THUNK sent a shiver through the reeling Brit before she slumped, Manners bridging and attempting a pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
Lizzie growled and kicked her way free, this time successfully, flopping over onto her side as she breathed irregularly, trying to get back up under her own power as she hissed a warning, “Stay out of this Kristen, or I’ll...”
A chagrined Manners drives a knee into the jaw of the redhead. "Did no one tell you talking back is not encouraged from our patients?"
The glazed baby browns of the freckled Brit let Nurse Manners know there would be no such problem moving forward. Kristin straightens a slumped Elizabeth and traps an arm of the BSP behind her back in a hammerlock. Wrapping her arms around the trembling ivory tummy of her foe, Kristin pops Cromwell into the air and captures her in a breathtaking embrace. But squeezing the air out of Elizabeth is only a momentary pleasure as the Sister starts to wrap Elizabeth up in an elevated front facelock, clearly wanting to end the night for WBB with her destructive Crash Cart!!
CRASH CART
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3aLiMIpgD4
And end it she must surely do as, when the Sister falls backwards, she brings the crown of the Brit’s crimson head SLAMMING down into the barely yielding plywood! With a visible shake and shiver, the tightly ensnared, freckled Hellcat is planted into the canvas, all tension fleeing her shapely body as the blasted young women slumped limp. Shoving the puddled Cromwell from her tight embrace, the red head rolled onto her back and, beyond a pained groan, offered no further protest as both of her stems were collected and she was tucked into a ball, firm buttocks pointed skywards as the Official began his count.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
On the outside, a beaming Alessandra lowers her gaze toward Sammie. "Trying to save that bytch...worst mistake you ever made." Bianchi pops off the sleeping Sammie and heads for the exit, Cromwell in no shape to understand any further wisdom from her.
Inside, Nurse Hurt joins her fellow Sister. After Kristin allows Elizabeth's legs to flop lifelessly to the canvas, the official calling for the bell, Deborah helps Kristin to her feet and, hovering over the demolished Cromwell, they each apply their very own version of CPR, stomping the chest of the bested redhead.
Cromwell groans back to life to feel the pressing boots of both Sisters, one on her chest the other below her waistline. "Sammie," she mutters, whether in worry or seeking help is unclear, but it draws a chuckle from the nurses.
"Delusional," Deborah says.
"A shame," Kristin adds.
Hurt drops a knee to Cromwell's temple that knocks her out cold.
"Much better," Manners adds. The Sisters of Mercy lock arm in arm and move to the ropes, leaving the World’s Best Brits to nap behind them.