Post by alyadmirer on Jul 15, 2015 22:20:43 GMT
With Summer Swelter rushing to reach its crescendo, there was only one last thing to do, namely place the cherry on the cake and let the FAWNatics at it. All scores were settled for the evening, all save one, and just as it seemed that those watching were not willing to wait a moment longer, a certain someone of their affections was about to enjoy her first ever, PPV Main Event...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=b5zXinAj5TI
The moment Samantha Sinclair appeared on stage, that was when the FAWNatics truly lost their sh*t, the Leader of the Upstart Nation 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.
SAMANTHA SINCLAIR
Her change in tunes was not the only alteration for twenty-fifteen as she also sported a fresh variation on her snugly fitting and bright ensemble. Her sports bra remained the same, smoothly curved about her small, proud bosom, leaving her softly sculptured tummy bare and her upraised arms the same way. It was to be her boy cut shorts that had apparently vanished, 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 the flourish of her spiral completed, the People’s Princess set her feet apart and kept her fingers wiggling heavenwards, nodding to her followers with a knowing smirk and, just before she lead them in her usual declaration of intent, she paused for a few moments longer...
As she did so a second figure appeared from behind the curtains, confirming that Sinclair did not intend to face the antics of the Associates on uneven footing, Elizabeth Cromwell joining her tag team partner, attired as she was, the red head was clearly expecting trouble.
ELIZABETH CROMWELL
The Boarding School Princess was greeted by a fresh round of cheers, an occurrence that still struck her as unusual, even after the solidification of the World’s Best Brits, only now she needed only the barest of promptings from Sammie to embrace them. She smiled, however slightly, raising her own hands up and, heroically resisting the urge to roll her eyes, joined in with the entire arena for the three beat mantra.
ONCE!
TWICE!!
THRICE!!!
And with her statement of intent made clear they both pointed directly towards the squared circle, a hearty explosion of pyrokenetics erupting to either side of the stage that they was standing on. Samantha Sinclair was here and, with a joy induced skip she headed down the aisle at a swift sprint, the second generation superstar with chocolate curls bouncing free about her slender shoulders now a little older, a little wiser and, after the last year was now not only of Championship Pedigree, she was of proven Championship Quality. The girl was now a young woman, and she was looking all the bolder for it.
Fearless? Perhaps not, the Little Sparrow would be the first to admit to her short fallings, but nerve?
She most defiantly had nerve.
The moment Sinclair reached the squared circle, the Golden Girl took her short detour right ways and, much to the delight of those who found themselves closet, Sammie began clapping every outstretched hand that she discovered, paying particular attention to the youngest in attendance. Beating a fast track around the ring, she soon found herself back at start, a run, skip and jump taking her clean up onto the apron. Grasping the top coil with both her paws, the Bright Eyed Wonder leaned back and, following a cheeky shake her pert buttocks, she shot right over the top rope with an applause worthy sault.
Landing lightly on her feet and clapping once more, she paused only to confer quietly with Lizzie, her fellow Brit having taken a somewhat more casual (and eagle eyed) approach to the ring, the red head standing on the apron and attempting to convince Sammie to remain focused. The brunette nodded and the two clasped palms, the biggest night in Sinclair’s career about to become history...
Still waiting to make her own arrival, Sanders was busy musing, disgruntled by how spectacularly her efforts to fix the Number One Contender Spot had backfired. A select few were supposed to be in the running, and only one Sinclair had been on the ‘ballot’. That Sinclair, had not been Samantha. At least, it wasn’t supposed to be.
KYLIE SANDERS
ALEXIS SUGUITAN
“You got this,” Suguitan assures.
“I better,” Sanders mutters, the words covered by the continued roar for the People’s Princess from outside the curtain.
“That little goof is going to find the error of her ways and the mistake of thinking she’s World Title material,” Kylie continues, this time loud enough for her fellow Associate to hear.
As Sinclair’s music fades, the boos begin and they fill the air even more when the sound of The Clash fills the arena, the crowd realizing their despised World Champion is ready to appear.
The Hawkeye enters stage left and moves to the center, no smile or smirk. In fact, there is an air of anger and frustration. The huge golden accessory lying over her left shoulder doesn’t temper the annoyance in her features.
A mustard-colored Louis Vuitton handbag gripped tightly in her right hand, Kylie Sanders calls over her shoulder from whence she’d come. Following behind is Associated backup in the form of VB&A’s powerhouse, the Filipino Sensation and Portia’s protégé, Alexis Suguitan.
Ky hands the thousand-dollar bag to the raven-haired beauty and while Alexis holds, the blonde digs out a microphone, the crowd immediately trying to drown anyone everything out when Kylie draws it to her lips. But just as quickly she pulls it away and together the allies head toward the ring, Suguitan providing the point as Sanders follows. The Clash continuing Kylie’s increasingly familiar complaint with her former Corps.
“So alone I keep the wolves at bay…
And there’s only one thing I can say..ayy…ayy…
You didn’t stand by me…
No not at all…
You didn’t stand by me…
No way”
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYkQK8QsQ2w&index=3&list=LLU6MWpP-rt2kWv-tOm824HA ).
As the jeers echo, they only double when the Associates reach ringside, the Hawkeye wearing a black one-piece, black leather belt around her midriff, black lace covering her shoulders and upper arms, the Iowan apparently going all in with Vuitton, sporting designer togs as well. She finishes things off with black boots and pads.
For her part, Alexis is in an eye-catching red mini, showing an abundance of copper-skinned leg.
Ky rises up the steps, her hazel eyes barely glancing at the Golden Girl and her confidant in the opposite corner. Kylie turns to the main camera, again drawing the microphone to her lips and pushing the gold overhead.
The ring announcer doesn’t miss her cue.
“And her opponent, standing five feet four inches tall and weighing in at 112 pounds, from Pleasant Valley, Iowa…YOUR FAWN WORLD CHAMPION…KYLIE SANDERS!”
The crowd only increases its enmity and volume as Kylie scowls, preparing for their jealous worst. They don’t disappoint.
“TROLL…TROLL…TROLL.”
Sanders’ face turns sour. She turns to Alexis and Suguitan shouts at the fans to shut their mouths but the FAWNatics aren’t done until the arena is rocking.
“I’ll wait all day,” Kylie shouts. And it seems for a while she might have to before the crowd calms.
Kylie draws the faceplate down and gives it a big smooch.
“This ridiculous girl made the biggest mistake of her life. And Cromwell, she’s got you conned, for that, you deserve what you’ll get as well.”
The FAWNatics are hardly pleased and they let the champ know it.
“Wendy. Watch what I do to your whatever. This is what’s going to happen to you.”
Ky turns her face toward Sinclair and offers a pucker of her cupid’s arrow lips. She walks to her corner and hands the title and the microphone to Alexis in turn, just in time for the bell.
Having handed off her gold, Sanders ignores the official start of the match and continues to converse with Alexis, causing some confusion from the Brit. Five...ten seconds pass, the crowd starting to boo and Sammie turns toward the referee with a shrug.
The elfin blonde holds up a hand.
"C'mon Kylie. Time to start," the official informs.
"Fine." Kylie immediately spins and races toward the Sparrow like a feral kitty ready for lunch. She locks her fingers in an axhandle, raising them high above her head as she speeds toward her target, and swings her axhandle blow toward the Upstart's forehead.
With pretty peepers startled wide, for a fraction of a moment it appeared as though Sinclair was to be a doe caught in Sanders headlights. Only that clearly wasn’t the case, not as she ducked low and evaded the wild swing with a darting dash. Across the canvas the gold clad grappler pitter, pattered rapidly until she reached the safest set of ring ropes, those protected by the reformed red head Lizzie, and hopped into a little leap. With a bouncing of her curls, Sammie landed both feet upon the middle rope as she balanced with her arms outstretched, the coils snapping taunt a second later and propelling the featherweight mass skywards. At the apex of her flight, the brunette turned about, taunt tummy and pert bosom front forwards as she targeted the blonde with the World’s Smallest, Big Splash!!
Trying to put on the brakes after her swing and miss, Sanders is unable to stop before running chest-first into the buckles. Arms dropping to her side, her face scrunches from the impact and from missing. The champ mutters curses under her breath and slowly turns to let the People's Princess know she should stop running from the fight.
But when she does, Sammie is already flying towards the alarmed Hawkeye. Kylie pushes off the buckles to escape but only gets a foot away from the corner when the leaping Sammie SPLASHES atop Sanders, forcing the blonde back into a crunching collision and sandwiching Kylie for good measure. It was a small Big Splash to be sure, but Kylie is barely bigger than Sinclair and a loud gust of breath escapes her lips, the impact having taken its toll as Ky leans into the Golden Girl.
The Tiny Titan released a little huff of her own, only hers seemed to be fuelled by the most adorable of Babyface dander than any physical discomfort. Back stepping by just a fraction, Sammie allowed Kylie a slither of space for breathing room as she decided to get something off her chest.
“Standing up for you Ky, I’ve taken more than a few knocks to my own noggin, but today,” Sinclair stepped back again, this time cupping Sanders shoulders, the last, bitter Rival she had ever expected to make, before she suddenly dropped backwards, tucking into a roll and shooting the soles of boots up towards the blondes tummy, attempting a flip of the monkey variety. “Today I’ll just settle for putting you down!!”
Kylie's lips form a silent 'O' as Sinclair thrusts her boots into her midriff and drops to the canvas. Drawn along for the ride, the trip ends uncomfortably for Sanders as she flips over the dark-haired Upstart, landing on her backside. Ky yelps and sends her hands shooting to her tailbone, palms massaging her smallish cheeks as she sits, turned away from her challenger. Again, Kylie curses a blue streak between mewls. "You don't have the nerve to take me down," Kylie includes, contradicting Sammie's entrance theme and the blonde starts to rise to prove it.
Landing far more comfortably herself, Sinclair’s little huff returned and then some as Kylie confirmed that her new set of knives were as sharp as ever. “You’re one to talk,” the brunette accused with a scrunching of her button nose before, as she tucked her petite frame backwards onto her slender shoulders, she LAUNCHED her way back up to vertical with FAWN’s Favourite Kip Up, much to the loud approval of the Loyalist Legionnaires.
“I thought you had more guts than anyone, I wanted to be just like you,” Sammie turned on the spot, adjusting the belt of her thigh revealing skirt as she attempted (and largely failed) to look as scornful as possible, “but Mitchell was right all along, you really were just waiting to fold. Nerve Kylie? I broke my neck and I just got stronger, I’ve got more guts than you ever will.”
That the crowd erupted for Sinclair's weak little kip up has the risen and turned Kylie grinding her teeth, but the commentary has Sanders redfaced. "You...consider yourself...even half," Kylie stammers. "I'm the champion of the world. I showed EVERYONE."
The blonde strides to Sammie and chests into the Upstart. "No one proved herself more. No one is better. No one has more guts. Though I'm certainly willing to break your neck again and see if you get even stronger after the second snap."
With that, Kylie raises a knee into the gut of Sammie, doubling her over with a loud 'ooof'!!’ Ky spins Sinclair in a 180 so the blonde and brunette are back to back. Kylie reaches over her right shoulder and snags Sammie's noggin under the chin. The Hawkeye starts to pull the back of Sinclair's neck atop her shoulder, ready to drop to the mat and test the little brat's surgically repaired neck.
Cherry cheeked and winded, Sammie “erked!” as she was vindictively turned about in a sharp half circle, the People murmuring with worry as they’re Princess was arched in a threatening manner. With her slender throat exposed to the high rafters and her neck curled painfully, she could only release a short cry as Kylie forced them both to drop! The impact of her pert, firm buttocks colliding with the canvas was painful, but nothing compared to the agony that shot throughout her spine, the white hot dagger lighting up her small body as she recoiled from the Neckbreaker with a strangled yelp!!
She landed across her side and ring awareness took over, the pained Sammie rolling blindly to make some distance as she cradled her hurt, attempting to get up long before she should do.
Kylie rubs her bum, her ass still aching from the monkey flip. But as she gazes over her shoulder to see Sammie in pain and hears the boos of the FAWNatics, the ache recedes. Kylie kips to her feet, barely, stumbling to stop from ending up on her face.
The crowd chuckles as Kylie snatches onto the ropes. "Shut the hell up," Sanders shouts, shoving the top cable up and down in a fury. Alexis joins her fellow Associate, demanding they keep quiet.
Across the ring, Elizabeth starts a rhythmic clap to prompt Sammie to her feet and Sinclair indeed rises, but only in time for Kylie to corral her into a side headlock. "People used to get away with insulting me. That's changed Upstart." Sanders revises her grip to Sammie's left wrist and bullies her into the ropes.
Rebounding, she flings Sinclair with an Irish Whip to the far ropes and, when Sammie's back hits the strands, Kylie takes off like a shot, dropping her right shoulder toward the tummy of the charging Sammie, ready to introduce the Englishwoman to a proper football tackle, one that would gut the oh-so-perfect People's Princess.
Her aim proved to be unerring, Sanders launching like a missile and, with shoulder weaponised ounce again, she slammed it deep into Sinclair’s trim and exposed tummy. With a great GUFF of escaping air, the momentum of both young women was immediately halted at centre ring following the juddering impact, Sammie’s cheeks puffing outwards as her athletic stems were whipped up off the canvas. Both went down, the blonde by far the better, rolling atop the blasted brunette and, with two slender legs ensnared, rolled the Upstart Supreme up into a fiercely tight ball.
ONE!
Sammie kicked out, shouting defiantly as she rolled over, wrenching her legs free and reminding Kylie that she would have to try much harder than that.
Kneeling next to the splattered but squirming Sammie, Kylie puffs a breath upward to take some platinum blonde locks out of her hazel eyes. "At least you know better football now."
Sanders tugs the dazed Sinclair to her feet and into a front facelock. She directs Sammie to the ropes near her partner and pumps a knee into the pit of Sinclair's belly. "Not very bright, are you?" Kylie asks Cromwell. "And not nearly the best Brit."
Lizzie growls and considers entering but knows Sanders is goading for that and she remains planted. A frustrated Kylie huffs at Elizabeth's discipline and grabs some golden skirt on Sammie's hip. Dipping, she starts to pop the Upstart into the air, planning to drop her foe's shins back onto the top rope after getting her up so she can slingshot the brat over with a suped up suplex.
Plans, however, rarely survived contact with the enemy, as Kylie had learned to her detriment over her career and, just as she began to tug the Tiny Titan upwards, Sinclair showed her own savvy by hooking her leg behind Sander’s. Momentarily thwarted, her attempted lift ended in a stalled grunt, the blonde curled her lip and, with a petulant sneer, yanked her stem free of the hook. Again she attempted to lift... again Sammie stalled her, defiantly hooking their athletic gams together and slamming on the brakes.
“One more time, I’m warning you!” Kylie snarled, shaking her leg free and beginning again, the third time the charm as...
Sammie couldn’t agree more, only she was intent on proving that her charm was greater as she pre-empted Sander’s lift with one of her own, namely a Wendy Smith approved Snap Suplex!!
But as Sammie starts to tug Kylie up for a high-speed version of back-to-canvas, it's the blonde's turn to hook a leg. Sammie could feel Kylie sticking her tongue out at the People's Princess, if not see it, and she takes the appropriate Upstarty step.
Raising her opposite boot, she stomps on the toes of the champion, Kylie yelping in pain. Sinclair uncoils her leg from Kylie's and proceeds to WHIP the blonde over at a velocity nearly worthy of Wendy. Ky's spine SLAMS into the thinly-padded plywood with a thump, and the Hawkeye's back arches in pain, Kylie reaching for the base of her backbone.
Sinclair kept rolling with her arch, even as she released Sanders and allowed her to roll away, the Leader of the Upstart Nation slinking the palms of her paws onto the canvas and all but gliding her perfectly petite mass into a delightful handstand. She kept going, scissoring her athletic stems as she popped and cart wheeled her way back to the right way up and, with a skip, shot off towards the ropes.
The People loved it, and the Princess embraced it, light curls bouncing as the pixie dashed, turning about with a showy twirl, one that sent her skirt billowing, before she hit the coils back first. With the rubber wrapped steel snapping taunt, Sinclair was propelled back towards centre ring and the painfully rising Kylie, the blonde up onto one knee. Spotting what she needed at the last moment, she used her opponents own bent stem as a pedestal, hopping up and onto it. Almost simultaneously swinging her right leg up high, displaying a healthy amount of petite, firm buttock at the same time, Sammie brought the heel of her boot swinging straight down, aiming to nail Sander’s with a physical shout out to one of Sinclair’s fellow Upstarts, borrowing for the move set of the Rave Queen, Katya...
@1:30: Kandi Kick
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DZ8TZGv2LUE
Sammie plants her right boot on Kylie's knee and lifts her opposite lower limb like a pendulum. She swings it back down into the back of Kylie's cranium and the blow not only glazes the blonde's eyes instantly but draws a sympathetic grimace from Alexis on the sidelines. Sanders wobbles then collapses onto her back in a jumble of oddly positioned limbs, staring up at the rafters blankly.
The FAWNatics buzz at the sight of the 'troll' semi-conscious from Katya's borrowed Kandi Kick.
Landing with a pop and a spin, Sammie switches from the tribute to something ‘old’ school, the Upstart returning to one of her original moves that never failed to earn a pop. Standing straight beside the toppled Champion, the Upstart showed off her famed flexibility with a swishy swing if her athletic stem, kicking her right leg upwards until the limb was pressed up against her own shoulder, the tips of her boot pointing upwards towards the rafters. Pushing up on her remaining tootsie, Sinclair remained in place for just a heartbeat, before she toppled forwards, taunt, firm buttocks leading the way as she aimed to SLAM!! them down across Kylies defenceless bosom!
@6:15
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U0TH0r9vCIM
Suguitan watches with increasing nervousness as Sinclair stretches into a set of vertical splits over the downed champion. She shouts at Sanders to roll out of the way but the elfin blonde can't manage in her state. Instead Sammie topples across Kylie, her extended leg THUMPING across the champ's chest, forcing a low groan from the splattered Hawkeye.
Capturing a leg when Kylie spasms from the impact, Sammie prepares to be World Champion after the...
ONE...
TWO...
THR...
Kickout!!
Kylie throws her body up, rolling to the side and staying alive. She crawls toward the sound of Alexis' voice, reaching out a hand to the Filipino beauty and clasping her palm in Alexis', Suguitan starting to pull her fellow Associate out of the ring for a timeout.
Sammie rolled away from the kick out, tucking into a ball before popping up at the rings friendliest corner, her heart beating an excited mile a minute as Cromwell slapped her on the shoulder. Both young women had won gold before, albeit not the biggest prize in FAWN, and both had been here, moments away from achieving greatness. Lizzie was about to part with some words of wisdom, words you rarely thought about while you were in the moment, before she spotted the shenanigans in the corner opposite.
“HEY!” the red head shouted as Alexis pulled Kylie free of the all too dangerous squared circle and out into the safety of the concrete outside of it, knowing well the signs of someone about to cheese it.
Sinclair turned, recognising the tone of her fellow Best Brit and, spotting the blondes potential retreat, puffed out her cherub cheeks and, in a brief fit of adorably ‘intimidating’ dander, scrunched her nose before she started running. She dashed across the canvas, zeroing in on her target and, just as the FAWNatics believed the Little Sparrow was about to take flight, instead she turned about sharply.
Hitting the ropes across her shoulders, Sammie wrapped her arms up, over and around the top coil. With momentum as her ally, she whipped her perfectly petite frame into a spin that equally took her up and over, leading her way to the outside quite literally head over heels. Just as she was about to complete her rotation, she aimed to snap her stems shut about the blonde noggin of the World Champion, further spins intended for their immediate future...
HANDSTAND HEADSCISSORS: @0:45
www.youtube.com/watch?v=laFt8RI4ECE
A dazed Kylie is held vertical by her fellow Associate, Alexis' arm wrapped around her shoulders to keep her upright. Shaking out the cobwebs, Sanders raises her head to see Sammie hit the ropes, the brunette turned from her but flipping toward her, legs extended. In panic mode, Kylie leaps to the left, pulling Suguitan into the line of fire to save her.
Sinclair's legs wrap around the braincase of Suguitan. Sammie pushes away from the apron with her mistaken cargo and flips to the barely padded cement, taking Alexis with her, sending the Associate skittering across the floor with the Hurricanrana.
But with Kylie standing next to Sammie, the brunette still on the cement, the blonde hops into the air, extending her own ivory stems to hit a leg drop on the world's ‘worst’ Brit.
Rarely was success and failure dealt out with such equal measure and, despite sending a far larger adversary tumbling to the concrete, Sammie was left wide eyed as Kylie pounced, taking full advantage of her duplicity. With no-where to go, the People’s Princess was a sitting target, the petite battler exhaling sharply with an enforced groan as a pair of buttocks SLAMMED down against her bosom, forcing her to judder as she recoiled, pinned to the cold concrete as her athletic stems kicked upwards before flopping. Sammie moaned, momentarily winded, blinking slowly as she struggled to recover.
Sanders, hardly happy with the jarring landing on her bum, nevertheless ignores the ache and struggles to her feet, yanking Sammie up with her. Seeing Cromwell rushing around the corner, Kylie pulls Sammie in front of her, wrapping an arm around the brunette's throat, using the Upstart as a shield.
"Get some control, ref," Sanders squeals. "Get that bytch away from me," she adds, pointing at the redhead.
"Back in the ring and I'll do it," the zebra responds cheekily and the champ runs Sammie to the apron, tosses her in under the ropes and quickly following behind.
Kylie wraps a rising Sammie up in a side headlock from behind and races toward the opposite strands, forcing Sinclair alongside as she hops toward the top rope, planning to springboard off and deliver some Sandersfaction...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=s0VQ3LOtUQ0
Despite a half hearted push against Kylie’s hip, the shell shocked Sinclair was in little position to further hinder Sander’s own dash across the canvas, the Bright Eyed Wonder dragged along in toe. As the blonde took her turn to use the ropes as she ally, the slightly smaller Sammie was whipped about in a short half circle, one that ending with her spritely features being driven rapidly towards the canvas. Her forehead met the plywood with wicked force and again her athletic stems recoiled, the shockwave rippling down her petite body to end with a rigid kicking of her tootsies. Those stems turned flaccid quickly enough, flopping to the mat as her slender and, thanks to the upturning of her gold skirt, exposed thighs twitched.
A supremely satisfied Sanders rolled her victim over and, collecting both the legs of the young women who had been her biggest fan, prepared to complete her inevitable victory.
ONE!
TWO!!
Sinclair shoved up a shoulder, shouting as she did so and, as if delivering a signal, encouraged the massed ranks of the Loyalist Legionnaires in attendance to begin clapping. The rapid, three beat mantra that was the Upstart Nations march to war...
Furious Sinclair forces the match to continue; Kylie shoves the spritely brunette to her chest and sends a double axhandle blow between her shoulder blades. Mounting the arched Upstart in a kneeling reverse straddle of her foe's waist, Kylie raises her right hand high and curls into a claw.
Reflexively, many of the former Kylie Corps shout 'FARM...HAND" and a smirking Sanders nods in return. The elfin blonde sends the fingers burying into the muscle just above the curve of Sammie's left gluteus, digging into the meat and cinching her infamous hammy clamp into place.
The People's Princes yelps as Kylie works her infamous claw deeper into the muscle and nerve bundle, causing her leg to spasm. Sanders continues to 'gnaw', demanding the official ask Sammie if she wants to give in. "I'm going to show you for the quitter you are. End the disease these Legionnaires have."
With her lower lip set to quiver, Sinclair was forced to bite down hard to prevent further mewling. Even then, it was a forlorn effort, whimpers and moans still squeaking out, the crowd darling shivering and jerking with each new, vindictively fierce pulse. Never before had Sammie been forced to tap out, never before had she uttered the words ‘I Quit’, and to happen to tonight would be nothing short of a tragedy for the brunette, and an equally vaunted success for the blonde.
With bloody minded, and family inherited determination, the petite battler dug her elbows into the canvas and draaaaaaaaaaged herself across the mat, progress measured by inches and agonising slowness. The ropes grew no closer, and each pulse became more vicious, the Leader of the Upstart Nation the victim of her former idol.
With one hand raised, and possibly heartbroken, the Golden Girl was perhaps ready to slap the canvas...
“HEY!!” Cromwell snapped form her partner’s corner, slapping the canvas hard to convey her point. “NONE OF THAT!! Don’t you f***ing dare!! Ropes Sinclair!! Get to the ropes before I slap the spit out of you!!”
Sammie scowled, as fearsomely as she was able at any rate as she continued to be wracked by agony, cherry cheeked and huffing as she was scolded by her fellow Best Brit. Something cut through; as Sammie’s palm became a fist and she continued dragging, inch after inch after unbearable...
She grabbed onto the ropes, holding on for dear life as Cromwell made damn sure that the Official could see it...
The man starts his count on the disbelieving champ. At 'FOUR' Kylie releases and gives Sinclair's tushy a resounding, cracking 'SMACK'. Sammie's booty flinches from the sting of palm to bum. Knowing she has the People's Princess caving, Sanders passes on disqualification and pops to her feet. She drives a boot into booty for good measure before the official pushes her back a step.
"Let her up," he demands.
And Ky seems willing to do so, at least until Sammie makes it halfway when the platinum blonde shoves the official aside with a 'She's ready". Dragging Sinclair away from the ropes by her hair, Kylie plants a toe kick to the Brit's tummy and, with both hands now firmly attached to Sinclair's scalp, she lifts up and sits out, DRIVING Sammie's face into the deck...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sll-3Pm7RqM
Kylie passes on the pin after rolling Sinclair to her back, instead heading for the nearest corner. The blonde climbs to the top in front of a recovered Alexis, the Filipino cheering her on, apparently having forgiven Kylie for using her to escape earlier. Reaching the top, pointing to the jeering FAWNatics, Sanders peers over a shoulder and, setting the splayed Sammie's location in her mind, skies into the air with a backflip. It is no soaring on the level of Shea or Domi, but it seems effective enough as Ky rotates toward a devastating moonsault splash across Sammie's gulping midriff...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAUDKysnsq4
With pretty peepers fluttering, the Tiny Titan found herself in unfamiliar territory, tugged to centre ring and set up for a splash of devastating proportions. Ordinarily she would be the one lining up such a plunge, the high flyer winning many a contest by such a way, only now the young women was to be the icing on someone else’s highlight reel, tasty cake.
As Kylie took to the heavens, Sinclair remained idle, oblivious to Cromwell’s urgings...
Until she tucked up into a ball, the Sparrow turning hedgehog as self preservation kicked it, an ‘Unwelcome’ mat for Sanders on this special occasion...
Halfway through her sault, Kylie likely dreams of the contact to come and another successful retention a split-second away. But the feeling of her tummy being gutted by the upturned knees replaces that expectation, Sanders reacting as if dual spears are shoved through her abdomen.
The blonde rolls off Sammie's defences breathless, her hazel eyes bugging. Sucking in oxygen in great gasping inhales, Kylie retches as she hugs her belly, both arms wrapped tightly as if to keep her internal organs in place. On her back, Sanders turtles, rolling slightly from side to side.
On the outside, Alexis draws a hand through her long raven locks, again in worry mode from the stubbornness of the unrelenting Upstart.
Curling outwards from her ball, Sammie is unable to take immediate advantage, not as she inhales deeply and blinked her peepers rapidly. “That...” she exhaled sharply, forced to begin again as she shook her chocolate curled noggin, “that feels MUCH better from this side of the equation...”
Revelation acknowledged, Sammie dug deep and lifted her stems, tucking her knees back in tight against her small, proud bosom before she swept herself upwards with a crowd pleasing encore of FAWN’s Favourite Kip Up. While she appeared far from steady, she was back on her feet at least, and it was with a salute that she acknowledged the cheering masses. It didn’t last long; it couldn’t, not with the gutted Sanders already starting to get back up.
Sammie turned about, heading for the ropes, her friends and allies during her young career, turning into them at speed as only a few truly knew how, preparing to line up her own, patented, Golden Wizard...
Only Alexis was there as well, standing on the apron, before the FAWNatics could even think to voice a protest, or the Official had any hope of seeing, something that appeared to be far harder, and far more silver than human knuckles, SMACKED!! into the back of Sinclair’s unprotected noggin!! Almost instantly the Baby Browns of the English Export of Perfectly Petite Proportions turned vacant as she stumbled haphazardly forwards, autopilot engaged as the driver was clearly gone...
Sinclair moves drunkenly toward Sanders and she tumbles over the genuflecting blonde, champion and challenger ending up in a jumble of torsos and limbs from which neither emerges for long seconds. It's long enough the official starts his count on both women and only then does the wrestler without the growing knot on her head pull free.
Kylie pushes wearily to her feet, unsure of how Sammie got in her state, until she sees Alexis drop from apron to mat with a grin.
A furious Elizabeth, sprinting around the ring toward Suguitan, is another good clue for the elfin blonde. Kylie turns and scrapes a semiconscious People's Princess off the deck, grabs her by the wrist and flings her to the far corner.
Sammie runs/wobbles to the buckles, turning into them and getting rocked by the impact.
Kylie is quickly behind, racing toward the dazed Sammie. Instead of burying her under a Hawkeye splash, Ky hops to the middle ropes, gives a salacious salute by pumping her pelvis into Sinclair's face, then dives off in reverse, hands reaching behind Sammie's head to bring her with via the signature Herky Special...
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A moment before she was wickedly whiplashed forwards, the rattled noggin of the Upstart lolled slowly backwards, revealing the pretty peepers that were glassy, her head throbbing after being struck by the mystery (metallic) object. Without objection, as Kylie hopped down and dragged Sinclair along with her, Sammie was DRIVEN!! face forwards into the waiting canvas, plywood flexing almost violently as her cherub features were rammed into the ring!
With the mat still shaking, the brunette recoiled from the impact as though it were electrified, spinning up and over unto the gold clad heroine was sprawled out across her back. Kylie was on her in an instant, collecting a pair of noodled legs and prepared to collect a pin...
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE...
Sinclair kicked out, shoving up a shoulder with which could only be, at best, described as a defiant shiver...
Kylie looks up in amazement and disbelief more than anger. "She didn't," Kylie mumbles.
"She did," comes the response from the zebra.
Meanwhile, on the outside, Alexis is in a strategic withdrawal from a charging Cromwell. Read 'running away'. But after turning a corner, the Filipino beauty spins and nails Lizzie with a surprise clothesline decking the freckled Brit HARD.
Inside, Kylie grabs a wrist and tugs Sammie to her feet, not an easy task with Sinclair nearly out on them. Sanders leans the challenger into a corner and reaches between the middle and upper rope to encircle the Golden Girl's tummy.
"What could be better than getting a hug from your hero?" Kylie grunts. "A big one." With that, Kylie cinches her arms tight around the diminutive brunette and lifts her off the mat, carrying her to dead centre, Sammie groaning back to some semblance of tenuous awareness.
With a mournful groan, Sinclair fluttered her peepers slowly open as her slightly smaller frame was swallowed up into the fearsomely tight embrace. Instinctively she hopped her boots up off the canvas and wrapped her stems about the Champions waist, an effort to relieve the sudden and uninvited pressure about her ribs that also popped her thighs open about Kylies invading hips. It did little to achieve her goals and, at best, left the brunette hanging in the blondes tightening embrace, robbed of leverage and gradually ragdolled at centre ring.
The People’s Princess shivered as she was steadily constricted, slender shoulders quivering as she struggled with inhaling, worryingly compliant as she was turned slowly about for the Legionnaires to witness. She moaned with short gasps, Sammie perching her pixie chin on Sander’s shoulder, freckled cheek pressed against her former idol’s as her resistance was wrenched away.
With the tiniest scrunching of her button nose, Sinclair nurtured as much Babyface Dander as she could still summon, managing to raise one first and ‘slamming’ it into the back of Kylie...
Kylie lurches forward, if slightly, features reflecting the balled fingers thumping into her back. But Sanders doesn't release, doesn't loosen her grip. Instead, the growling blonde tightens all the more on her embrace. "Nuh uh," Kylie manages, her modest biceps flexing for all their worth. "You wanted to be close. You're staying here, Upstart."
Kylie sends another pulse through her arms and into Sammie's constricted midriff, drawing a little extra 'oooph' from the weakening Sinclair. "Unless you want to quit." Kylie adds a waggle from side to side, seemingly loosening Sammie's growingly flaccid frame.
On the outside, there's a nearly mirror image, as Alexis has Cromwell in a snug, though hers is from behind and, with Suguitan's size, much more powerful, draining the redhead quickly.
As soon as Kylie tired of wrenching the capitulating Sinclair from side to side, she resumed the intensity of her standing embrace, Sammie’s short, sharp grunts returning to quite moans. Barely audible, perhaps only to Sander’s herself, the blonde was a one women audience to the brunettes near silent groans, the young women within her merciless grasp now all but utterly submissive. With the muscles about her spine cramping, they finally gave out, Sinclair slumping almost violently as though her strings were cut, the arms of the Little Sparrow collapsing to sway aimlessly about her thighs which, in turn, almost appeared to be inviting the blondes dominant hips in.
With the People’s Princess barely responsive, it fell to the Official to retrieve her slack wrist, no easy task as the Champion insisted on carrying her Challenger about and, in an effort to toy with her further, keeping the brunette just out of reach. Thankfully she couldn’t keep such humiliation up for long and the Zebra soon caught up, lifting the fan favourites hand up, only to see it immediately drop...
ONCE...
TWICE...
THRICE!!!
Disappointed in not forcing a submission, but satisfied in denying the blithering Legionnaires' favourite her biggest moment, Kylie refuses to let go, "waltzing" around the ring with her ragdoll. As the bell tolls and the announcer proclaims "Your winner and STILL FAWN World Champion...Kylie Sanders", the elfin blonde ignores both the badgering referee and the booing crowd to take Sammie on a swinging, snugging turn around the ring.
She bounces Sammie's head off her shoulder, Sinclair's heavy head lolling backward, exposing her throat. Kylie takes a nibble.
"Not so perky now, are you?" Sanders chuckles as she swings Sammie so the Brit's head plops back on the champ's shoulder.
Kylie watches Alexis squeeeze the last resistance out of Elizabeth on the outside and toss Sammie's new friend aside like the World's Stinkiest Garbage. Kylie draws her lips to Sammie's ear. "I never want this dance to end."
Samantha had no answer for her, not as she remained slumped within her former idols embrace and murmuring quietly, too far gone to muster fresh resistance. The FAWNatics were vocal in their disquiet, the Loyalist Legionnaires alongside the betrayed Kylie Corps and bellowing out a deafening series of boos. The cries of Alexis at ringside did nothing to dissuade them, barely even registering over the din of disapproval. Nothing did, at least not until...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LjZBSCcYkU8
...burst into life over the loud speakers!!
The FAWNatics barely had time to switch their tune to one of approval as the Upstart Intern burst out through the curtains and down the aisle at the swiftest pace her little legs could carry her. At a ‘mighty’ five foot nothing, the teenage, diminutive Mary ‘Mouse’ Sinclair was not only one of the youngest, but also teeniest would be battlers on anyone’s roster, the tiny red head making a B-Line for the ring with her own freckled cheeks puffed and lucky sneakers pumping. The near perpetually timid youngster was clearly overriding her inhibitions in an effort to come to her idolised siblings aid, almost catching the far taller Alexis flat footed as the Associate pivoted to meet her.
MARY ‘MOUSE’ SINCLAIR
Mary wasn’t having it, yeeping as she suddenly dropped, the Brit briefly adopting an American Pastime as she baseball slid beneath and between the Amazon’s long stems, accompanied by a fresh pop of joyful cheers as she performed the cheeky feat. Quite literally bypassing the only obstacle between herself and the ring, the Whirlwind Wonder popped back up onto her sneakers and, after diving beneath the bottom rope, leapt at Kylie with all of the Babyfaced Fury that the blonde had herself ounce possessed...
Sanders, still with her arms full of one Sinclair, can manage little in defence as Mary leaps at her, employing a Thesz Press, knocking both Kylie and Sammie down, the leaden Golden Girl sandwiching atop the World Champion. Sanders grunts as a pair of Sinclairs land on her, pressing the air from her lungs. Mary rolls Sammie out from between and straddles as she stares down at a breathless Kylie, the Hawkeye's hazel eyes bulging from lack of oxygen and belief 'The Mouse' would dare.
Only dare she did, the Legionnaire’s all but losing their sh*t as the newest Sinclair huffed and straddled the World Champion, pinning the blonde to the matt. If her pedigree had still been in question, it clearly no longer was as the Timid Tornado revealed those gates unlocked in sight of her elder sibling abused, clearly every (diminutive) inch a daughter of the legendary Rick ‘Golden Goliath’ Sinclair. With button nose scrunching, freckled cheeks puffed and little fists of fury clenched, Mary clearly held little inhibitions in taking the Hawkeye to task.
And perhaps she would have done, had the astonished Alexis not reached into the ring and grabbed the spayed Kylie by her boot, unceremoniously yanking the blonde out from beneath the little red head and pulling the Champion outside the squared circle.
Alexis cradles Kylie in after the blonde skids off the canvas. She pulls Sanders up to vertical. Ky turns and stares a hazel hole through The Mouse, slamming the apron with both hands then pointing at the young Sinclair threateningly. Maybe against better judgment, Mary invites Kylie back in, but the champ chooses not to take up the dander-filled Mouse, instead calling for her belt. The gold is delivered post-haste and Kylie raises it high to a barrage of jeers.
"You watch your step closely little girl," Kylie shouts as she backpedals, Alexis by her side.
Mary, clearly in uncharted waters, struggles to think of an appropriate come back, so instead stomps her sneaker and points in a ‘threatening’ manner. With a taller, far more ring savvy and clearly irate red head in the form of Lizzie dragging her back up to vertical at ring side, Kylie and Alexis opt to maintain the better part of valour, continuing to eject themselves from the stadium with their ill gotten gains.
One last time, Mary huffed before calming down rapidly, her temper passing as swiftly as a storm and the timid tornado returned. She blushed franticly and, had Sammie not been in need of immediate attention, would have devolved into a tiny, embarrassed ball as the Legionnaires continued to cheer in enthusiasm, joined by the former Kylie Corps... who had perhaps found a new idol.
A fraught Mary dropped to her knees and cradled her slumbering siblings head, stroking the brunette’s hair as she looked back to the curtains, oblivious to how much she had just increased her profile...
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The moment Samantha Sinclair appeared on stage, that was when the FAWNatics truly lost their sh*t, the Leader of the Upstart Nation 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.
SAMANTHA SINCLAIR
Her change in tunes was not the only alteration for twenty-fifteen as she also sported a fresh variation on her snugly fitting and bright ensemble. Her sports bra remained the same, smoothly curved about her small, proud bosom, leaving her softly sculptured tummy bare and her upraised arms the same way. It was to be her boy cut shorts that had apparently vanished, 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 the flourish of her spiral completed, the People’s Princess set her feet apart and kept her fingers wiggling heavenwards, nodding to her followers with a knowing smirk and, just before she lead them in her usual declaration of intent, she paused for a few moments longer...
As she did so a second figure appeared from behind the curtains, confirming that Sinclair did not intend to face the antics of the Associates on uneven footing, Elizabeth Cromwell joining her tag team partner, attired as she was, the red head was clearly expecting trouble.
ELIZABETH CROMWELL
The Boarding School Princess was greeted by a fresh round of cheers, an occurrence that still struck her as unusual, even after the solidification of the World’s Best Brits, only now she needed only the barest of promptings from Sammie to embrace them. She smiled, however slightly, raising her own hands up and, heroically resisting the urge to roll her eyes, joined in with the entire arena for the three beat mantra.
ONCE!
TWICE!!
THRICE!!!
And with her statement of intent made clear they both pointed directly towards the squared circle, a hearty explosion of pyrokenetics erupting to either side of the stage that they was standing on. Samantha Sinclair was here and, with a joy induced skip she headed down the aisle at a swift sprint, the second generation superstar with chocolate curls bouncing free about her slender shoulders now a little older, a little wiser and, after the last year was now not only of Championship Pedigree, she was of proven Championship Quality. The girl was now a young woman, and she was looking all the bolder for it.
Fearless? Perhaps not, the Little Sparrow would be the first to admit to her short fallings, but nerve?
She most defiantly had nerve.
The moment Sinclair reached the squared circle, the Golden Girl took her short detour right ways and, much to the delight of those who found themselves closet, Sammie began clapping every outstretched hand that she discovered, paying particular attention to the youngest in attendance. Beating a fast track around the ring, she soon found herself back at start, a run, skip and jump taking her clean up onto the apron. Grasping the top coil with both her paws, the Bright Eyed Wonder leaned back and, following a cheeky shake her pert buttocks, she shot right over the top rope with an applause worthy sault.
Landing lightly on her feet and clapping once more, she paused only to confer quietly with Lizzie, her fellow Brit having taken a somewhat more casual (and eagle eyed) approach to the ring, the red head standing on the apron and attempting to convince Sammie to remain focused. The brunette nodded and the two clasped palms, the biggest night in Sinclair’s career about to become history...
Still waiting to make her own arrival, Sanders was busy musing, disgruntled by how spectacularly her efforts to fix the Number One Contender Spot had backfired. A select few were supposed to be in the running, and only one Sinclair had been on the ‘ballot’. That Sinclair, had not been Samantha. At least, it wasn’t supposed to be.
KYLIE SANDERS
ALEXIS SUGUITAN
“You got this,” Suguitan assures.
“I better,” Sanders mutters, the words covered by the continued roar for the People’s Princess from outside the curtain.
“That little goof is going to find the error of her ways and the mistake of thinking she’s World Title material,” Kylie continues, this time loud enough for her fellow Associate to hear.
As Sinclair’s music fades, the boos begin and they fill the air even more when the sound of The Clash fills the arena, the crowd realizing their despised World Champion is ready to appear.
The Hawkeye enters stage left and moves to the center, no smile or smirk. In fact, there is an air of anger and frustration. The huge golden accessory lying over her left shoulder doesn’t temper the annoyance in her features.
A mustard-colored Louis Vuitton handbag gripped tightly in her right hand, Kylie Sanders calls over her shoulder from whence she’d come. Following behind is Associated backup in the form of VB&A’s powerhouse, the Filipino Sensation and Portia’s protégé, Alexis Suguitan.
Ky hands the thousand-dollar bag to the raven-haired beauty and while Alexis holds, the blonde digs out a microphone, the crowd immediately trying to drown anyone everything out when Kylie draws it to her lips. But just as quickly she pulls it away and together the allies head toward the ring, Suguitan providing the point as Sanders follows. The Clash continuing Kylie’s increasingly familiar complaint with her former Corps.
“So alone I keep the wolves at bay…
And there’s only one thing I can say..ayy…ayy…
You didn’t stand by me…
No not at all…
You didn’t stand by me…
No way”
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYkQK8QsQ2w&index=3&list=LLU6MWpP-rt2kWv-tOm824HA ).
As the jeers echo, they only double when the Associates reach ringside, the Hawkeye wearing a black one-piece, black leather belt around her midriff, black lace covering her shoulders and upper arms, the Iowan apparently going all in with Vuitton, sporting designer togs as well. She finishes things off with black boots and pads.
For her part, Alexis is in an eye-catching red mini, showing an abundance of copper-skinned leg.
Ky rises up the steps, her hazel eyes barely glancing at the Golden Girl and her confidant in the opposite corner. Kylie turns to the main camera, again drawing the microphone to her lips and pushing the gold overhead.
The ring announcer doesn’t miss her cue.
“And her opponent, standing five feet four inches tall and weighing in at 112 pounds, from Pleasant Valley, Iowa…YOUR FAWN WORLD CHAMPION…KYLIE SANDERS!”
The crowd only increases its enmity and volume as Kylie scowls, preparing for their jealous worst. They don’t disappoint.
“TROLL…TROLL…TROLL.”
Sanders’ face turns sour. She turns to Alexis and Suguitan shouts at the fans to shut their mouths but the FAWNatics aren’t done until the arena is rocking.
“I’ll wait all day,” Kylie shouts. And it seems for a while she might have to before the crowd calms.
Kylie draws the faceplate down and gives it a big smooch.
“This ridiculous girl made the biggest mistake of her life. And Cromwell, she’s got you conned, for that, you deserve what you’ll get as well.”
The FAWNatics are hardly pleased and they let the champ know it.
“Wendy. Watch what I do to your whatever. This is what’s going to happen to you.”
Ky turns her face toward Sinclair and offers a pucker of her cupid’s arrow lips. She walks to her corner and hands the title and the microphone to Alexis in turn, just in time for the bell.
Having handed off her gold, Sanders ignores the official start of the match and continues to converse with Alexis, causing some confusion from the Brit. Five...ten seconds pass, the crowd starting to boo and Sammie turns toward the referee with a shrug.
The elfin blonde holds up a hand.
"C'mon Kylie. Time to start," the official informs.
"Fine." Kylie immediately spins and races toward the Sparrow like a feral kitty ready for lunch. She locks her fingers in an axhandle, raising them high above her head as she speeds toward her target, and swings her axhandle blow toward the Upstart's forehead.
With pretty peepers startled wide, for a fraction of a moment it appeared as though Sinclair was to be a doe caught in Sanders headlights. Only that clearly wasn’t the case, not as she ducked low and evaded the wild swing with a darting dash. Across the canvas the gold clad grappler pitter, pattered rapidly until she reached the safest set of ring ropes, those protected by the reformed red head Lizzie, and hopped into a little leap. With a bouncing of her curls, Sammie landed both feet upon the middle rope as she balanced with her arms outstretched, the coils snapping taunt a second later and propelling the featherweight mass skywards. At the apex of her flight, the brunette turned about, taunt tummy and pert bosom front forwards as she targeted the blonde with the World’s Smallest, Big Splash!!
Trying to put on the brakes after her swing and miss, Sanders is unable to stop before running chest-first into the buckles. Arms dropping to her side, her face scrunches from the impact and from missing. The champ mutters curses under her breath and slowly turns to let the People's Princess know she should stop running from the fight.
But when she does, Sammie is already flying towards the alarmed Hawkeye. Kylie pushes off the buckles to escape but only gets a foot away from the corner when the leaping Sammie SPLASHES atop Sanders, forcing the blonde back into a crunching collision and sandwiching Kylie for good measure. It was a small Big Splash to be sure, but Kylie is barely bigger than Sinclair and a loud gust of breath escapes her lips, the impact having taken its toll as Ky leans into the Golden Girl.
The Tiny Titan released a little huff of her own, only hers seemed to be fuelled by the most adorable of Babyface dander than any physical discomfort. Back stepping by just a fraction, Sammie allowed Kylie a slither of space for breathing room as she decided to get something off her chest.
“Standing up for you Ky, I’ve taken more than a few knocks to my own noggin, but today,” Sinclair stepped back again, this time cupping Sanders shoulders, the last, bitter Rival she had ever expected to make, before she suddenly dropped backwards, tucking into a roll and shooting the soles of boots up towards the blondes tummy, attempting a flip of the monkey variety. “Today I’ll just settle for putting you down!!”
Kylie's lips form a silent 'O' as Sinclair thrusts her boots into her midriff and drops to the canvas. Drawn along for the ride, the trip ends uncomfortably for Sanders as she flips over the dark-haired Upstart, landing on her backside. Ky yelps and sends her hands shooting to her tailbone, palms massaging her smallish cheeks as she sits, turned away from her challenger. Again, Kylie curses a blue streak between mewls. "You don't have the nerve to take me down," Kylie includes, contradicting Sammie's entrance theme and the blonde starts to rise to prove it.
Landing far more comfortably herself, Sinclair’s little huff returned and then some as Kylie confirmed that her new set of knives were as sharp as ever. “You’re one to talk,” the brunette accused with a scrunching of her button nose before, as she tucked her petite frame backwards onto her slender shoulders, she LAUNCHED her way back up to vertical with FAWN’s Favourite Kip Up, much to the loud approval of the Loyalist Legionnaires.
“I thought you had more guts than anyone, I wanted to be just like you,” Sammie turned on the spot, adjusting the belt of her thigh revealing skirt as she attempted (and largely failed) to look as scornful as possible, “but Mitchell was right all along, you really were just waiting to fold. Nerve Kylie? I broke my neck and I just got stronger, I’ve got more guts than you ever will.”
That the crowd erupted for Sinclair's weak little kip up has the risen and turned Kylie grinding her teeth, but the commentary has Sanders redfaced. "You...consider yourself...even half," Kylie stammers. "I'm the champion of the world. I showed EVERYONE."
The blonde strides to Sammie and chests into the Upstart. "No one proved herself more. No one is better. No one has more guts. Though I'm certainly willing to break your neck again and see if you get even stronger after the second snap."
With that, Kylie raises a knee into the gut of Sammie, doubling her over with a loud 'ooof'!!’ Ky spins Sinclair in a 180 so the blonde and brunette are back to back. Kylie reaches over her right shoulder and snags Sammie's noggin under the chin. The Hawkeye starts to pull the back of Sinclair's neck atop her shoulder, ready to drop to the mat and test the little brat's surgically repaired neck.
Cherry cheeked and winded, Sammie “erked!” as she was vindictively turned about in a sharp half circle, the People murmuring with worry as they’re Princess was arched in a threatening manner. With her slender throat exposed to the high rafters and her neck curled painfully, she could only release a short cry as Kylie forced them both to drop! The impact of her pert, firm buttocks colliding with the canvas was painful, but nothing compared to the agony that shot throughout her spine, the white hot dagger lighting up her small body as she recoiled from the Neckbreaker with a strangled yelp!!
She landed across her side and ring awareness took over, the pained Sammie rolling blindly to make some distance as she cradled her hurt, attempting to get up long before she should do.
Kylie rubs her bum, her ass still aching from the monkey flip. But as she gazes over her shoulder to see Sammie in pain and hears the boos of the FAWNatics, the ache recedes. Kylie kips to her feet, barely, stumbling to stop from ending up on her face.
The crowd chuckles as Kylie snatches onto the ropes. "Shut the hell up," Sanders shouts, shoving the top cable up and down in a fury. Alexis joins her fellow Associate, demanding they keep quiet.
Across the ring, Elizabeth starts a rhythmic clap to prompt Sammie to her feet and Sinclair indeed rises, but only in time for Kylie to corral her into a side headlock. "People used to get away with insulting me. That's changed Upstart." Sanders revises her grip to Sammie's left wrist and bullies her into the ropes.
Rebounding, she flings Sinclair with an Irish Whip to the far ropes and, when Sammie's back hits the strands, Kylie takes off like a shot, dropping her right shoulder toward the tummy of the charging Sammie, ready to introduce the Englishwoman to a proper football tackle, one that would gut the oh-so-perfect People's Princess.
Her aim proved to be unerring, Sanders launching like a missile and, with shoulder weaponised ounce again, she slammed it deep into Sinclair’s trim and exposed tummy. With a great GUFF of escaping air, the momentum of both young women was immediately halted at centre ring following the juddering impact, Sammie’s cheeks puffing outwards as her athletic stems were whipped up off the canvas. Both went down, the blonde by far the better, rolling atop the blasted brunette and, with two slender legs ensnared, rolled the Upstart Supreme up into a fiercely tight ball.
ONE!
Sammie kicked out, shouting defiantly as she rolled over, wrenching her legs free and reminding Kylie that she would have to try much harder than that.
Kneeling next to the splattered but squirming Sammie, Kylie puffs a breath upward to take some platinum blonde locks out of her hazel eyes. "At least you know better football now."
Sanders tugs the dazed Sinclair to her feet and into a front facelock. She directs Sammie to the ropes near her partner and pumps a knee into the pit of Sinclair's belly. "Not very bright, are you?" Kylie asks Cromwell. "And not nearly the best Brit."
Lizzie growls and considers entering but knows Sanders is goading for that and she remains planted. A frustrated Kylie huffs at Elizabeth's discipline and grabs some golden skirt on Sammie's hip. Dipping, she starts to pop the Upstart into the air, planning to drop her foe's shins back onto the top rope after getting her up so she can slingshot the brat over with a suped up suplex.
Plans, however, rarely survived contact with the enemy, as Kylie had learned to her detriment over her career and, just as she began to tug the Tiny Titan upwards, Sinclair showed her own savvy by hooking her leg behind Sander’s. Momentarily thwarted, her attempted lift ended in a stalled grunt, the blonde curled her lip and, with a petulant sneer, yanked her stem free of the hook. Again she attempted to lift... again Sammie stalled her, defiantly hooking their athletic gams together and slamming on the brakes.
“One more time, I’m warning you!” Kylie snarled, shaking her leg free and beginning again, the third time the charm as...
Sammie couldn’t agree more, only she was intent on proving that her charm was greater as she pre-empted Sander’s lift with one of her own, namely a Wendy Smith approved Snap Suplex!!
But as Sammie starts to tug Kylie up for a high-speed version of back-to-canvas, it's the blonde's turn to hook a leg. Sammie could feel Kylie sticking her tongue out at the People's Princess, if not see it, and she takes the appropriate Upstarty step.
Raising her opposite boot, she stomps on the toes of the champion, Kylie yelping in pain. Sinclair uncoils her leg from Kylie's and proceeds to WHIP the blonde over at a velocity nearly worthy of Wendy. Ky's spine SLAMS into the thinly-padded plywood with a thump, and the Hawkeye's back arches in pain, Kylie reaching for the base of her backbone.
Sinclair kept rolling with her arch, even as she released Sanders and allowed her to roll away, the Leader of the Upstart Nation slinking the palms of her paws onto the canvas and all but gliding her perfectly petite mass into a delightful handstand. She kept going, scissoring her athletic stems as she popped and cart wheeled her way back to the right way up and, with a skip, shot off towards the ropes.
The People loved it, and the Princess embraced it, light curls bouncing as the pixie dashed, turning about with a showy twirl, one that sent her skirt billowing, before she hit the coils back first. With the rubber wrapped steel snapping taunt, Sinclair was propelled back towards centre ring and the painfully rising Kylie, the blonde up onto one knee. Spotting what she needed at the last moment, she used her opponents own bent stem as a pedestal, hopping up and onto it. Almost simultaneously swinging her right leg up high, displaying a healthy amount of petite, firm buttock at the same time, Sammie brought the heel of her boot swinging straight down, aiming to nail Sander’s with a physical shout out to one of Sinclair’s fellow Upstarts, borrowing for the move set of the Rave Queen, Katya...
@1:30: Kandi Kick
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DZ8TZGv2LUE
Sammie plants her right boot on Kylie's knee and lifts her opposite lower limb like a pendulum. She swings it back down into the back of Kylie's cranium and the blow not only glazes the blonde's eyes instantly but draws a sympathetic grimace from Alexis on the sidelines. Sanders wobbles then collapses onto her back in a jumble of oddly positioned limbs, staring up at the rafters blankly.
The FAWNatics buzz at the sight of the 'troll' semi-conscious from Katya's borrowed Kandi Kick.
Landing with a pop and a spin, Sammie switches from the tribute to something ‘old’ school, the Upstart returning to one of her original moves that never failed to earn a pop. Standing straight beside the toppled Champion, the Upstart showed off her famed flexibility with a swishy swing if her athletic stem, kicking her right leg upwards until the limb was pressed up against her own shoulder, the tips of her boot pointing upwards towards the rafters. Pushing up on her remaining tootsie, Sinclair remained in place for just a heartbeat, before she toppled forwards, taunt, firm buttocks leading the way as she aimed to SLAM!! them down across Kylies defenceless bosom!
@6:15
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Suguitan watches with increasing nervousness as Sinclair stretches into a set of vertical splits over the downed champion. She shouts at Sanders to roll out of the way but the elfin blonde can't manage in her state. Instead Sammie topples across Kylie, her extended leg THUMPING across the champ's chest, forcing a low groan from the splattered Hawkeye.
Capturing a leg when Kylie spasms from the impact, Sammie prepares to be World Champion after the...
ONE...
TWO...
THR...
Kickout!!
Kylie throws her body up, rolling to the side and staying alive. She crawls toward the sound of Alexis' voice, reaching out a hand to the Filipino beauty and clasping her palm in Alexis', Suguitan starting to pull her fellow Associate out of the ring for a timeout.
Sammie rolled away from the kick out, tucking into a ball before popping up at the rings friendliest corner, her heart beating an excited mile a minute as Cromwell slapped her on the shoulder. Both young women had won gold before, albeit not the biggest prize in FAWN, and both had been here, moments away from achieving greatness. Lizzie was about to part with some words of wisdom, words you rarely thought about while you were in the moment, before she spotted the shenanigans in the corner opposite.
“HEY!” the red head shouted as Alexis pulled Kylie free of the all too dangerous squared circle and out into the safety of the concrete outside of it, knowing well the signs of someone about to cheese it.
Sinclair turned, recognising the tone of her fellow Best Brit and, spotting the blondes potential retreat, puffed out her cherub cheeks and, in a brief fit of adorably ‘intimidating’ dander, scrunched her nose before she started running. She dashed across the canvas, zeroing in on her target and, just as the FAWNatics believed the Little Sparrow was about to take flight, instead she turned about sharply.
Hitting the ropes across her shoulders, Sammie wrapped her arms up, over and around the top coil. With momentum as her ally, she whipped her perfectly petite frame into a spin that equally took her up and over, leading her way to the outside quite literally head over heels. Just as she was about to complete her rotation, she aimed to snap her stems shut about the blonde noggin of the World Champion, further spins intended for their immediate future...
HANDSTAND HEADSCISSORS: @0:45
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A dazed Kylie is held vertical by her fellow Associate, Alexis' arm wrapped around her shoulders to keep her upright. Shaking out the cobwebs, Sanders raises her head to see Sammie hit the ropes, the brunette turned from her but flipping toward her, legs extended. In panic mode, Kylie leaps to the left, pulling Suguitan into the line of fire to save her.
Sinclair's legs wrap around the braincase of Suguitan. Sammie pushes away from the apron with her mistaken cargo and flips to the barely padded cement, taking Alexis with her, sending the Associate skittering across the floor with the Hurricanrana.
But with Kylie standing next to Sammie, the brunette still on the cement, the blonde hops into the air, extending her own ivory stems to hit a leg drop on the world's ‘worst’ Brit.
Rarely was success and failure dealt out with such equal measure and, despite sending a far larger adversary tumbling to the concrete, Sammie was left wide eyed as Kylie pounced, taking full advantage of her duplicity. With no-where to go, the People’s Princess was a sitting target, the petite battler exhaling sharply with an enforced groan as a pair of buttocks SLAMMED down against her bosom, forcing her to judder as she recoiled, pinned to the cold concrete as her athletic stems kicked upwards before flopping. Sammie moaned, momentarily winded, blinking slowly as she struggled to recover.
Sanders, hardly happy with the jarring landing on her bum, nevertheless ignores the ache and struggles to her feet, yanking Sammie up with her. Seeing Cromwell rushing around the corner, Kylie pulls Sammie in front of her, wrapping an arm around the brunette's throat, using the Upstart as a shield.
"Get some control, ref," Sanders squeals. "Get that bytch away from me," she adds, pointing at the redhead.
"Back in the ring and I'll do it," the zebra responds cheekily and the champ runs Sammie to the apron, tosses her in under the ropes and quickly following behind.
Kylie wraps a rising Sammie up in a side headlock from behind and races toward the opposite strands, forcing Sinclair alongside as she hops toward the top rope, planning to springboard off and deliver some Sandersfaction...
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Despite a half hearted push against Kylie’s hip, the shell shocked Sinclair was in little position to further hinder Sander’s own dash across the canvas, the Bright Eyed Wonder dragged along in toe. As the blonde took her turn to use the ropes as she ally, the slightly smaller Sammie was whipped about in a short half circle, one that ending with her spritely features being driven rapidly towards the canvas. Her forehead met the plywood with wicked force and again her athletic stems recoiled, the shockwave rippling down her petite body to end with a rigid kicking of her tootsies. Those stems turned flaccid quickly enough, flopping to the mat as her slender and, thanks to the upturning of her gold skirt, exposed thighs twitched.
A supremely satisfied Sanders rolled her victim over and, collecting both the legs of the young women who had been her biggest fan, prepared to complete her inevitable victory.
ONE!
TWO!!
Sinclair shoved up a shoulder, shouting as she did so and, as if delivering a signal, encouraged the massed ranks of the Loyalist Legionnaires in attendance to begin clapping. The rapid, three beat mantra that was the Upstart Nations march to war...
Furious Sinclair forces the match to continue; Kylie shoves the spritely brunette to her chest and sends a double axhandle blow between her shoulder blades. Mounting the arched Upstart in a kneeling reverse straddle of her foe's waist, Kylie raises her right hand high and curls into a claw.
Reflexively, many of the former Kylie Corps shout 'FARM...HAND" and a smirking Sanders nods in return. The elfin blonde sends the fingers burying into the muscle just above the curve of Sammie's left gluteus, digging into the meat and cinching her infamous hammy clamp into place.
The People's Princes yelps as Kylie works her infamous claw deeper into the muscle and nerve bundle, causing her leg to spasm. Sanders continues to 'gnaw', demanding the official ask Sammie if she wants to give in. "I'm going to show you for the quitter you are. End the disease these Legionnaires have."
With her lower lip set to quiver, Sinclair was forced to bite down hard to prevent further mewling. Even then, it was a forlorn effort, whimpers and moans still squeaking out, the crowd darling shivering and jerking with each new, vindictively fierce pulse. Never before had Sammie been forced to tap out, never before had she uttered the words ‘I Quit’, and to happen to tonight would be nothing short of a tragedy for the brunette, and an equally vaunted success for the blonde.
With bloody minded, and family inherited determination, the petite battler dug her elbows into the canvas and draaaaaaaaaaged herself across the mat, progress measured by inches and agonising slowness. The ropes grew no closer, and each pulse became more vicious, the Leader of the Upstart Nation the victim of her former idol.
With one hand raised, and possibly heartbroken, the Golden Girl was perhaps ready to slap the canvas...
“HEY!!” Cromwell snapped form her partner’s corner, slapping the canvas hard to convey her point. “NONE OF THAT!! Don’t you f***ing dare!! Ropes Sinclair!! Get to the ropes before I slap the spit out of you!!”
Sammie scowled, as fearsomely as she was able at any rate as she continued to be wracked by agony, cherry cheeked and huffing as she was scolded by her fellow Best Brit. Something cut through; as Sammie’s palm became a fist and she continued dragging, inch after inch after unbearable...
She grabbed onto the ropes, holding on for dear life as Cromwell made damn sure that the Official could see it...
The man starts his count on the disbelieving champ. At 'FOUR' Kylie releases and gives Sinclair's tushy a resounding, cracking 'SMACK'. Sammie's booty flinches from the sting of palm to bum. Knowing she has the People's Princess caving, Sanders passes on disqualification and pops to her feet. She drives a boot into booty for good measure before the official pushes her back a step.
"Let her up," he demands.
And Ky seems willing to do so, at least until Sammie makes it halfway when the platinum blonde shoves the official aside with a 'She's ready". Dragging Sinclair away from the ropes by her hair, Kylie plants a toe kick to the Brit's tummy and, with both hands now firmly attached to Sinclair's scalp, she lifts up and sits out, DRIVING Sammie's face into the deck...
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Kylie passes on the pin after rolling Sinclair to her back, instead heading for the nearest corner. The blonde climbs to the top in front of a recovered Alexis, the Filipino cheering her on, apparently having forgiven Kylie for using her to escape earlier. Reaching the top, pointing to the jeering FAWNatics, Sanders peers over a shoulder and, setting the splayed Sammie's location in her mind, skies into the air with a backflip. It is no soaring on the level of Shea or Domi, but it seems effective enough as Ky rotates toward a devastating moonsault splash across Sammie's gulping midriff...
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With pretty peepers fluttering, the Tiny Titan found herself in unfamiliar territory, tugged to centre ring and set up for a splash of devastating proportions. Ordinarily she would be the one lining up such a plunge, the high flyer winning many a contest by such a way, only now the young women was to be the icing on someone else’s highlight reel, tasty cake.
As Kylie took to the heavens, Sinclair remained idle, oblivious to Cromwell’s urgings...
Until she tucked up into a ball, the Sparrow turning hedgehog as self preservation kicked it, an ‘Unwelcome’ mat for Sanders on this special occasion...
Halfway through her sault, Kylie likely dreams of the contact to come and another successful retention a split-second away. But the feeling of her tummy being gutted by the upturned knees replaces that expectation, Sanders reacting as if dual spears are shoved through her abdomen.
The blonde rolls off Sammie's defences breathless, her hazel eyes bugging. Sucking in oxygen in great gasping inhales, Kylie retches as she hugs her belly, both arms wrapped tightly as if to keep her internal organs in place. On her back, Sanders turtles, rolling slightly from side to side.
On the outside, Alexis draws a hand through her long raven locks, again in worry mode from the stubbornness of the unrelenting Upstart.
Curling outwards from her ball, Sammie is unable to take immediate advantage, not as she inhales deeply and blinked her peepers rapidly. “That...” she exhaled sharply, forced to begin again as she shook her chocolate curled noggin, “that feels MUCH better from this side of the equation...”
Revelation acknowledged, Sammie dug deep and lifted her stems, tucking her knees back in tight against her small, proud bosom before she swept herself upwards with a crowd pleasing encore of FAWN’s Favourite Kip Up. While she appeared far from steady, she was back on her feet at least, and it was with a salute that she acknowledged the cheering masses. It didn’t last long; it couldn’t, not with the gutted Sanders already starting to get back up.
Sammie turned about, heading for the ropes, her friends and allies during her young career, turning into them at speed as only a few truly knew how, preparing to line up her own, patented, Golden Wizard...
Only Alexis was there as well, standing on the apron, before the FAWNatics could even think to voice a protest, or the Official had any hope of seeing, something that appeared to be far harder, and far more silver than human knuckles, SMACKED!! into the back of Sinclair’s unprotected noggin!! Almost instantly the Baby Browns of the English Export of Perfectly Petite Proportions turned vacant as she stumbled haphazardly forwards, autopilot engaged as the driver was clearly gone...
Sinclair moves drunkenly toward Sanders and she tumbles over the genuflecting blonde, champion and challenger ending up in a jumble of torsos and limbs from which neither emerges for long seconds. It's long enough the official starts his count on both women and only then does the wrestler without the growing knot on her head pull free.
Kylie pushes wearily to her feet, unsure of how Sammie got in her state, until she sees Alexis drop from apron to mat with a grin.
A furious Elizabeth, sprinting around the ring toward Suguitan, is another good clue for the elfin blonde. Kylie turns and scrapes a semiconscious People's Princess off the deck, grabs her by the wrist and flings her to the far corner.
Sammie runs/wobbles to the buckles, turning into them and getting rocked by the impact.
Kylie is quickly behind, racing toward the dazed Sammie. Instead of burying her under a Hawkeye splash, Ky hops to the middle ropes, gives a salacious salute by pumping her pelvis into Sinclair's face, then dives off in reverse, hands reaching behind Sammie's head to bring her with via the signature Herky Special...
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A moment before she was wickedly whiplashed forwards, the rattled noggin of the Upstart lolled slowly backwards, revealing the pretty peepers that were glassy, her head throbbing after being struck by the mystery (metallic) object. Without objection, as Kylie hopped down and dragged Sinclair along with her, Sammie was DRIVEN!! face forwards into the waiting canvas, plywood flexing almost violently as her cherub features were rammed into the ring!
With the mat still shaking, the brunette recoiled from the impact as though it were electrified, spinning up and over unto the gold clad heroine was sprawled out across her back. Kylie was on her in an instant, collecting a pair of noodled legs and prepared to collect a pin...
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE...
Sinclair kicked out, shoving up a shoulder with which could only be, at best, described as a defiant shiver...
Kylie looks up in amazement and disbelief more than anger. "She didn't," Kylie mumbles.
"She did," comes the response from the zebra.
Meanwhile, on the outside, Alexis is in a strategic withdrawal from a charging Cromwell. Read 'running away'. But after turning a corner, the Filipino beauty spins and nails Lizzie with a surprise clothesline decking the freckled Brit HARD.
Inside, Kylie grabs a wrist and tugs Sammie to her feet, not an easy task with Sinclair nearly out on them. Sanders leans the challenger into a corner and reaches between the middle and upper rope to encircle the Golden Girl's tummy.
"What could be better than getting a hug from your hero?" Kylie grunts. "A big one." With that, Kylie cinches her arms tight around the diminutive brunette and lifts her off the mat, carrying her to dead centre, Sammie groaning back to some semblance of tenuous awareness.
With a mournful groan, Sinclair fluttered her peepers slowly open as her slightly smaller frame was swallowed up into the fearsomely tight embrace. Instinctively she hopped her boots up off the canvas and wrapped her stems about the Champions waist, an effort to relieve the sudden and uninvited pressure about her ribs that also popped her thighs open about Kylies invading hips. It did little to achieve her goals and, at best, left the brunette hanging in the blondes tightening embrace, robbed of leverage and gradually ragdolled at centre ring.
The People’s Princess shivered as she was steadily constricted, slender shoulders quivering as she struggled with inhaling, worryingly compliant as she was turned slowly about for the Legionnaires to witness. She moaned with short gasps, Sammie perching her pixie chin on Sander’s shoulder, freckled cheek pressed against her former idol’s as her resistance was wrenched away.
With the tiniest scrunching of her button nose, Sinclair nurtured as much Babyface Dander as she could still summon, managing to raise one first and ‘slamming’ it into the back of Kylie...
Kylie lurches forward, if slightly, features reflecting the balled fingers thumping into her back. But Sanders doesn't release, doesn't loosen her grip. Instead, the growling blonde tightens all the more on her embrace. "Nuh uh," Kylie manages, her modest biceps flexing for all their worth. "You wanted to be close. You're staying here, Upstart."
Kylie sends another pulse through her arms and into Sammie's constricted midriff, drawing a little extra 'oooph' from the weakening Sinclair. "Unless you want to quit." Kylie adds a waggle from side to side, seemingly loosening Sammie's growingly flaccid frame.
On the outside, there's a nearly mirror image, as Alexis has Cromwell in a snug, though hers is from behind and, with Suguitan's size, much more powerful, draining the redhead quickly.
As soon as Kylie tired of wrenching the capitulating Sinclair from side to side, she resumed the intensity of her standing embrace, Sammie’s short, sharp grunts returning to quite moans. Barely audible, perhaps only to Sander’s herself, the blonde was a one women audience to the brunettes near silent groans, the young women within her merciless grasp now all but utterly submissive. With the muscles about her spine cramping, they finally gave out, Sinclair slumping almost violently as though her strings were cut, the arms of the Little Sparrow collapsing to sway aimlessly about her thighs which, in turn, almost appeared to be inviting the blondes dominant hips in.
With the People’s Princess barely responsive, it fell to the Official to retrieve her slack wrist, no easy task as the Champion insisted on carrying her Challenger about and, in an effort to toy with her further, keeping the brunette just out of reach. Thankfully she couldn’t keep such humiliation up for long and the Zebra soon caught up, lifting the fan favourites hand up, only to see it immediately drop...
ONCE...
TWICE...
THRICE!!!
Disappointed in not forcing a submission, but satisfied in denying the blithering Legionnaires' favourite her biggest moment, Kylie refuses to let go, "waltzing" around the ring with her ragdoll. As the bell tolls and the announcer proclaims "Your winner and STILL FAWN World Champion...Kylie Sanders", the elfin blonde ignores both the badgering referee and the booing crowd to take Sammie on a swinging, snugging turn around the ring.
She bounces Sammie's head off her shoulder, Sinclair's heavy head lolling backward, exposing her throat. Kylie takes a nibble.
"Not so perky now, are you?" Sanders chuckles as she swings Sammie so the Brit's head plops back on the champ's shoulder.
Kylie watches Alexis squeeeze the last resistance out of Elizabeth on the outside and toss Sammie's new friend aside like the World's Stinkiest Garbage. Kylie draws her lips to Sammie's ear. "I never want this dance to end."
Samantha had no answer for her, not as she remained slumped within her former idols embrace and murmuring quietly, too far gone to muster fresh resistance. The FAWNatics were vocal in their disquiet, the Loyalist Legionnaires alongside the betrayed Kylie Corps and bellowing out a deafening series of boos. The cries of Alexis at ringside did nothing to dissuade them, barely even registering over the din of disapproval. Nothing did, at least not until...
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...burst into life over the loud speakers!!
The FAWNatics barely had time to switch their tune to one of approval as the Upstart Intern burst out through the curtains and down the aisle at the swiftest pace her little legs could carry her. At a ‘mighty’ five foot nothing, the teenage, diminutive Mary ‘Mouse’ Sinclair was not only one of the youngest, but also teeniest would be battlers on anyone’s roster, the tiny red head making a B-Line for the ring with her own freckled cheeks puffed and lucky sneakers pumping. The near perpetually timid youngster was clearly overriding her inhibitions in an effort to come to her idolised siblings aid, almost catching the far taller Alexis flat footed as the Associate pivoted to meet her.
MARY ‘MOUSE’ SINCLAIR
Mary wasn’t having it, yeeping as she suddenly dropped, the Brit briefly adopting an American Pastime as she baseball slid beneath and between the Amazon’s long stems, accompanied by a fresh pop of joyful cheers as she performed the cheeky feat. Quite literally bypassing the only obstacle between herself and the ring, the Whirlwind Wonder popped back up onto her sneakers and, after diving beneath the bottom rope, leapt at Kylie with all of the Babyfaced Fury that the blonde had herself ounce possessed...
Sanders, still with her arms full of one Sinclair, can manage little in defence as Mary leaps at her, employing a Thesz Press, knocking both Kylie and Sammie down, the leaden Golden Girl sandwiching atop the World Champion. Sanders grunts as a pair of Sinclairs land on her, pressing the air from her lungs. Mary rolls Sammie out from between and straddles as she stares down at a breathless Kylie, the Hawkeye's hazel eyes bulging from lack of oxygen and belief 'The Mouse' would dare.
Only dare she did, the Legionnaire’s all but losing their sh*t as the newest Sinclair huffed and straddled the World Champion, pinning the blonde to the matt. If her pedigree had still been in question, it clearly no longer was as the Timid Tornado revealed those gates unlocked in sight of her elder sibling abused, clearly every (diminutive) inch a daughter of the legendary Rick ‘Golden Goliath’ Sinclair. With button nose scrunching, freckled cheeks puffed and little fists of fury clenched, Mary clearly held little inhibitions in taking the Hawkeye to task.
And perhaps she would have done, had the astonished Alexis not reached into the ring and grabbed the spayed Kylie by her boot, unceremoniously yanking the blonde out from beneath the little red head and pulling the Champion outside the squared circle.
Alexis cradles Kylie in after the blonde skids off the canvas. She pulls Sanders up to vertical. Ky turns and stares a hazel hole through The Mouse, slamming the apron with both hands then pointing at the young Sinclair threateningly. Maybe against better judgment, Mary invites Kylie back in, but the champ chooses not to take up the dander-filled Mouse, instead calling for her belt. The gold is delivered post-haste and Kylie raises it high to a barrage of jeers.
"You watch your step closely little girl," Kylie shouts as she backpedals, Alexis by her side.
Mary, clearly in uncharted waters, struggles to think of an appropriate come back, so instead stomps her sneaker and points in a ‘threatening’ manner. With a taller, far more ring savvy and clearly irate red head in the form of Lizzie dragging her back up to vertical at ring side, Kylie and Alexis opt to maintain the better part of valour, continuing to eject themselves from the stadium with their ill gotten gains.
One last time, Mary huffed before calming down rapidly, her temper passing as swiftly as a storm and the timid tornado returned. She blushed franticly and, had Sammie not been in need of immediate attention, would have devolved into a tiny, embarrassed ball as the Legionnaires continued to cheer in enthusiasm, joined by the former Kylie Corps... who had perhaps found a new idol.
A fraught Mary dropped to her knees and cradled her slumbering siblings head, stroking the brunette’s hair as she looked back to the curtains, oblivious to how much she had just increased her profile...