Post by alyadmirer on Apr 19, 2016 19:25:14 GMT
The sound of ‘God Save The Queen’ erupts from the sound system, halting the murmur of the expectant FAWNatics.
”GOD SAVE THE QUEEN”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tN9EC3Gy6Nk
Knowing the Boarding School Princess is on the way, the crowd, having grown accustomed to cheering the redhead after her reclamation by Sammie Sinclair, gathers more cheers than boos, supporting her even more loudly when Space’s The Female of the Species rolls over the top of England’s anthem.
”THE FEMALE OF THE SPECIES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F1NBpVKWh_c&ob=av2e
ELIZABETH CROMWELL:
Almost simultaneously, the freckled Liverpudlian strides confidently to center stage, the success of her blossoming tag career with Upstarty friend Sammie wearing well on the Best Brit ever. She waves enthusiastically at her newfound chums before heading down the ramp and aisle, ready to continue the recent upswing over to her singles career. Lizzie’s blue bikini bottoms are tied at each hip, ‘BSP’ emblazoned in bold white strokes across her backside. Above remains the familiar sports bra, containing a twisting blend of the colors of her UK with a black outline of the British flag on her right breast.
Beaming, Elizabeth slaps hands with the FAWNatics, crisscrossing to each side, looking a new woman, ready to reclaim the white-hot start of the genesis of her career. The ring announcer makes the proper introduction for Lizzie. “Tonight’s next match is one fall with a 20-minute time limit. From Liverpool, England, standing five feet five inches tall and weighing in at 54 and half kilos, the Boarding School Princess, Elizabeth Cromwell.”
The Englishwoman skips up the ring, slides through the ropes and moves to the center of the squared circle. Cromwell calls for a microphone and snatches one out of the air, raising it to her parted lips.
“I want to thank you. Thank you all. These last months have been the most fun I’ve ever had with FAWN. And I…can’t believe I’m saying this, but it’s because of all of you and mostly, my friend Sammie. Yeah. I said it. She helped clear out the fear and frustration of failure and now I’m stepping a toe back in singles to be the Best Brit I can be.”
The crowd roars as Elizabeth tosses the microphone back to the FAWN flunky who’d provided it. She shadowboxes and stretches her way to a corner where she waits to renew her climb up the lightweight ladder.
“And her opponent,” the announcer resumes, pausing just long enough to give his index card a quick double check. “Ladies and gentlemen, her opponent tonight is making her FAWN debut. Hailing from Savannah, Georgia, she stands five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and nineteen pounds... Accompanied by her mother, “Sultry” Sherilyn Chadwick...”
For the casual fan in the stands, that name hardly registers. But among the more dedicated connoisseurs of womens wrestling, there IS a flicker of recognition. Once upon a time--oh, about 20 years ago--Sherilyn had seemed a star on the rise, even dubbed by multiple national publications as rookie of the year for 1995. But almost as soon as she had arrived on the scene, pregnancy had caused her to step away. And even after she had returned, Chadwick had simply failed to recapture her early buzz.
Apparently, she had given birth to a girl.
“Ladies and gentlemen, will you please give a warm welcome to FAWN to... “Gorgeous” GIIINNNNNNIIIFFFEEERRR CHHHAAADDDWWWIIICCCKKK!!!!!”
The FAWNatics respond with a polite round of applause, most spectators already suspecting sight unseen that anyone making her debut against the newly minted fan favorite Elizabeth Cromwell would likely seek more jeers than cheers. But the ovation is promptly interrupted by a feminine voice commenting over the FAWN Arena’s PA system.
“I wanna win,” it says simply. “I want that trophy.”
”TROPHY”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nPqNePWzhEk
SHERILYN CHADWICK:
GINNFER CHADWICK:
Once Charli XCX’s “Trophy” begins to pump and pulse over the speakers, the curtain parts. The first woman to step into view is her sultriness, Sherilyn a vision in black: black knee length boots, a tight black miniskirt, a long black coat and a see-through black mesh top, offset by a shocking electric pink bikini top underneath. A moment later, her daughter strides follows her into the arena, Ginnifer clad primarily in white: a strapless one piece, the initials “G” and “C” emblazoned at the bust letterman-style in effusive, neon pink script, the uppermost curve of both letters extending above the cups, as well as white pads and boots.
The blonde’s eyes are hidden behind a pair of Lolita shades as mother and daughter make their way towards the ring. Sherilyn’s advance is a full-on strut, her hips swishing with each step as she looks to make an impression on the capacity crowd. Her daughter’s stride is considerably more aloof, the younger Chadwick hardly seeming to notice either the crowd or the woman awaiting her in the ring, not even as the blonde rookie follows her mother in ascending the ringsteps.
Sherilyn takes a seat on the middle rope, pushing up the top cable to provide her daughter easier entrance into the ring. With each passing second that the newcomer seems to ignore them--or at the very least she fails to acknowledge their respectful welcome--the tenor of the crowd becomes more derisive. And STILL Ginnifer seems nonplussed, removing her sunglasses and setting them in her corner without even the slightest glance in her opponent’s direction.
Cromwell gives her newly minted foe the once over, suddenly wondering if inviting Sammie to ringside wouldn't have been a bad idea. Though she might've turned her auburn locks on being a Boarding School Brat, Elizabeth isn't nearly ready to head to the middle and offer the newbie a hearty handshake of a welcome. She provides a nod of acknowledgement, skipping from one foot to the other nervously. Her recent career comeback had been fueled by tag success, but if she REALLY wanted to prove to the people she was BACK back, tonight's match was vital. If that meant a little edge, well Miss Ginnifer Chadwick would feel how sharp that edge could be and that might be just short of wheeling out the stocks and putting the rookie in. As the bell rings, Lizzie circles out of her corner, the twosome slowly reaching each other as the redhead stretches for a collar-and-elbow to test her foe's leverage and mettle. Cromwell couldn't lie. She knew nothing about Chadwick. But if Bethany hired her, she could be dangerous, even if only on a given night.
Blonde and redhead lock up with little hesitation, the evenly matched pair demonstrating just how little separated them in the initial moments of the tie-up. It took a few moments of jockeying for position before Chadwick took the first grudging backward step, but she didn't take a second, reversing course almost immediately and forcing the Boarding School Princess into a slight backpedal. The Cromwell, after only one step of her own, surges back against Ginnifer with a grunt and a snarl, forcing the blonde into a hesitant retreat. Gradually, the Brit manages to back her foe into the ropes, but before the official can call for a break, Chadwick pushes off the cables and forces Elizabeth to turn her back into the rubber coated steel. "Gorgeous" Ginnifer and the Boarding School Princess trade places a couple more times, until Cromwell finds herself pressed back against a set of turnbuckles. The official starts to count, but Chadwick refuses to break, not making a move until the count of "THREE!"...
... at which point she buries a short, swift kneelift into the British girl's lower belly. With Lizzie gasping, the blonde finally takes a step back--but she then reaches for Cromwell's left arm, looking to slap on a wristlock.
WRISTLOCK STRIKES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYD4PdMQBOs
With Cromwell's wing under her control, Chadwick proceeds to hammer and punch Elizabeth's left shoulder, each blow working the Upstart-in-law toward the canvas in stages. Finally ending on one knee, the freckled BSP winces and mewls as she tries to yank the arm free. When that proves fruitless, she tries to swing her loose arm between Ginnifer's thighs, hoping to simultabeously rise and pop the blonde across her shoulders in a fireman's carry before flipping forward into a slam of the rookie.
Chadwick's eyes widen just a little as she is muscled off her feet and onto the redheaded Briton's shoulders, offering the slightest acknowledgment of impending danger on her part. But with the second generation southerner flailing like a wet cat on her shoulders, the comination of keeping Ginnifer restrained AND climbing to her feet proves too difficult. The newcomer slips out the back door, but Elizabeth responds by quickly wheeling around and SLAMMING a forearm into Chadwick's chest, staggering the blonde. Snatching a wrist, the Boarding School Princess sets her feet and starts to whip the rookie toward the ropes, but Ginnifer again shows herself to be an advanced student, first reversing the attempt and then pulling Cromwell toward her. Keeping hold of the veteran's wrist, Chadwick dips to the side, hoping to draw Elizabeth's own arm tight across her throat--and, if successor, take the Boarding School Princess to the mat with her Gorgeous Garrote.
GORGEOUS GARROTE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RirsQIL0PKg
The do-si-do of the Georgian seems to have Elizabeth momentarily confused and the blonde skillfully wraps the Brit's own arm across her throat, Lizzie's dark eyes going wide with surprise. Before Elizabeth can even think of unwrapping, Ginnifer shows she's got some power in her lithe frame and drops to the deck, RIPPING Elizabeth off her feet and sending her CRASHING to the canvas harshly. Cromwell lands in a wicked jackknife and unfolds in violent fashion into a dazed jumble on her side.
Out on the floor, Sherilyn Chadwick is practically hopping as she claps for Ginnifer's accomplishments. "YEAH, BABY!" the Sultry One bellows, beaming, then spins around to address the audience. "THAT'S MY GIRL!" the older beauty whoops. "TAUGHT HER *EVERYTHING* SHE KNOWS!"
The FAWNatics might be grudgingly impressed with the rookie, but her mother earns a cascade of boos for her boasts.
Meanwhile, inside the ring, one thing Ginnifer has apparently NOT learned from her mother is the art of jawing, for the young blonde remains tight lipped as she climbs to her feet. For her part, the Boarding School Princess manages to roll over to her side--which might prove to be a mistake as Chadwick places a sole atop her matbound wrist. Stooping down, Ginnifer reaches to claim Lizzie's other arm by the wrist, the Gorgeous One intending to make Cromwell FAWN's first recipient of the Chadwick Crunch.
CHADWICK CRUNCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UsCkw4QAQXk
With one wrist pinned beneath her, Elizabeth's rasied wrist soon has Chadwick's other sole placed atop it. Pressing down, the rookie threatens to remove the redhead's arm from its socket. Bending Lizzie's limb all the way back until the second wrist also touches the canvas. Ginnifer stomps the joint to make a final point, Cromwell yelping in pain as she cradles her limb close, cursing under her breath as she rises to a seat but no further.
Having spent the last few moments giving the audience at ringside, Sherilyn turns back to the action. "That's it, honey!" she shouts. "Stay on her!"
And FINALLY the younger blonde has something to say, rolling her eyes as she sighs, "I KNOW, mom..."
In truth, Ginnifer had only been laying back, watching as the Boarding School Princess struggles to push her way up to her hands at knees. Then, with the smallest of smirks, Chadwick swoops in, once again targetting Cromwell's left arm as she tries to pull the limb out to the side--from where the rookie can execute her double knee armbreaker.
DOUBLE KNEE ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rg30nqT_UUk
The auburn-haired Englishwoman winces when the blonde Peach yanks her arm out high and wide. And when the obviously well-schooled Ginnifer leaps into a tuck, pressing her knees against the bicep and forearm of the BSP, she has the FAWNatics wincing in preparation for her landing. When Chadwick's back hits the deck, the knees in turn are thrust into Lizzie's aching limb. Cromwell howls as she's sent wheeling to the side in a half-barrel roll. Cromwell ends on her back, whimpering as she again cradles her arm close, momentarily in too much pain to try and rise.
An excited Sherilyn slaps the apron with both hands, but soon cups them to her mouth. "That's right, TAKE THAT ARM HOME, BABY!" she shouts. "Don't you worry, I'll clear a spot on the mantle for it."
Again, Ginnifer rolls her eyes, but only ever so slightly as she bends down to gather a handful of hair. Jerking the Boarding School Princess to her feet, Chadwick trades her grip on Cromwell's locks for--you guessed it--her left wrist, applying a hammerlock as she slips her head underneath Elizabeth's right arm. Ginnifer then starts to reach her remaining hand toward Lizzie's left wrist, the rookie moments away from popping her hips and executing a hammerlock northern lights suplex.
HAMMERLOCK NOTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yCcjNJUkZsE
Drawn close by her attacker, Elizabeth grunts as the bodies of the women smeck into each other. Ginnifer knots the redhead's left arm behind her and ducks under her right, Cromwell pulled even closer and more off balance. On the balls of her toes, the Best Brit is easy pickings for the pouty-lipped blonde who is quickly making a big impression on both the FAWNatics and Elizabeth. Even moreso when she sends Cromwell over in a front flip, Elizabeth landing on the folded arm. Lizzie acts as if she has an electric shock sent through her system. She carefully unfolds the wounded wing and starts rolling toward the ropes, hoping to make it under and out.
Ginnifer immediately starts to give chance, but the rookie is promptly cut off by the referee, who orders her back to the middle of the ring. Chadwick begins to protest right away, but her objections have less to do with Cromwell and more to do with the fact that the official’s back is to the ropes and to Lizzie... and to her mother.
The Boarding School Princess’ boots had barely touched down on the concrete when Sherilyn Chadwack snatches two handfuls of hair and SLAMS the Brit’s forehead into the edge of the apron. With Cromwell’s bells appropriately rung, she releases one of her handholds, using the other to drag the redhead toward the near corner. Letting go of Cromwell’s tresses, Sherilyn takes a quick sidestep to the other side of the ringpost before reaching under the bottom rope. Her fingers begin to coil around Elizabeth’s wrist, the Sultry One intending to give that damaged arm a sharp yank and SLAM her bicep into the steel.
Cromwell realizes what Mommy Dearest has in mind and tries to pull her arm free of Chadwick's grip, but the manager proves too quick for the freckled Brit. Sherilyn YANKS the injured wing toward her and Lizzie's shoulder BANGS into the steel post. Cromwell falls in the opposite direction, howling in agony as she cradles the limb close. She grits her teeth as the consistently tardy official starts his count ON HER. Elizabeth lets loose with an expletive in his direction. With the perp well on the other side of the ring, Cromwell doesn't let all her hard-won experience go to waste, rolling in under the ropes and quickly rolling out to start a new count. She kneads at the throbbing shoulder as she moves to the ring steps. The auburn-haired grappler demands the ref back Ginnifer off. As the blonde is forced back by the official and Elizabeth heads up, Sherilyn races around the corner, hoping to get in another shot. But Elizabeth is ready this time and nails mommy with a boot to the jaw the sends her spinning and stumbling away. The manager replused, Elizabeth slides in, continuing to work out the kinks then beckoning Ginnifer forward, ready to send a flashing toe klick to tummy once Chadwick gets within range.
When Elizabeth's boot plunges into Ginnifer's belly, the blonde lets out a gasp and takes a shuddering step backward--and the FAWNatics erupt into cheers. By this point, they've seen MORE than enough to know that this rookie doesn't deserve their support, and the resurgence of the Boarding School Princess very much meets with their apporval. Cromwell takes a step toward her opponent, looking to press her hard-won advantage, but while she might still be trying to catch her breath, the Gorgeous One still manages to swipe out with the arm NOT pressed tight against her stomach. Fingers curled and claws bared, Chadwick attempts to buy herself a little more time to refill her lungs with an eyerake.
But before the rookie's nails can reach their target, Cromwell, once upon a not so long ago time a purveyor of such tactics, is ready on the defense. She grabs Ginnifer by the proffered wrist, ducks under and spins behind the rookie, securing Ginnifer's arm tight to her back in a chickenwing. Elizabeth wrenches on the arm, giving the newbie a bit of her own medicine. As Ginnifer tries to throw her opposite elbow back to clock the redhead in the jaw, Cromwell decides to twist out of the armlock and send Chadwick racing to the far ropes with an Irish whip. On the rebound of her foe, the BSP races forward on a collision course, looking to send a raised knee DEEP in Ginnifer's belly and gut Mommy's little girl.
And for the second time in less than a minute, the newcomer to FAWN finds her midsection impaled--though it has to be said the second occasion is considerably more impactful than the first. Chadwick charges into the rising knee at full speed, her cheeks puffing in almost comical fashion as she lets out a loud gasp. And though Cromwell's knee had done its best to stop Ginnifer in her tracks, the blonde's momentum is not so quickly stifled. Chadwick flips through the air, landing hard on her taut tust before rolling onto one hip, curling up and fighting just to draw a breath.
Almost instantly on the run, Elizabeth heads for the ropes Ginnifer just hit and quickly makes the cable-created u-turn. The Brit is a blur as she flies in from Chadwick's six and NAILS her with a dropkick to the spine. The blonde's head snaps forward and, after a whiplash, the rookie spreads out on the canvas on her back. A boot to the ribs prompts a roll to the chest and Lizzie moves to a forward-facing standing straddle of her newly minted foe. Though it draws a wince to use her left arm, Elizabeth gathers up a wrist in each hand and pulls Chadwick's head and torso off the deck. She place her right boot behind Ginnifer's noggin and gets ready to stomp the rookie's pouty lips into the curb.
"Don't you do it," Sherilyn Chadwick warns from the floor, before adding even louder, "DON'T YOU DARE!!!!" But Dare Cromwell absolutely does, letting go of Ginnifer's wrists and giving a sudden, vicious downward shove of her sole against the back of the blonde's noggin. The younger Chadwick's arms don't have nearly enough time to drop and break her fall, meaning the youngster's face SLAMS into the canvas at full force. As the Boarding School Princess' boot comes down off Ginnifer's right flank, the Brit's other foot between the blonde's parted thighs, Chadwick is left a mewling, quivering wreck beneath her.
Elizabeth raises her right arm and pumps it three times, the crowd chanting in unison. "BEST...BRIT...EVER!" Lizzie nods. Though she doesn't take the claim as seriously as she once might have and is sure some in the crowd don't believe it, the redhead plays along with a blown kiss to the crowd who eat it up. Elizabeth takes a small lap around the dazed Chadwick before dropping a knee into the base of her foe's spine. Ginnifer arches in pain around the balled joint. Cromwell continues to dig it in, reaching forward to send her laced fingers under Ginnifer's chin so she can YANK back on the rookie's braincase and streeetch out the spinal column of the blonde until she's ready to call her first night, a night.
"What do you say, Ginnifer?" the ref asks. "Wanna give it up?"
There's no superfluous bravado or stream of invectives from the trapped blonde. Chadwick responds with an anguished but simple and determined, "Noooo..." Propping her elbows against the canvas, Ginnifer reaches her hands to those pulling at her chin, clawing and straning to pry them loose. When those efforts fail, the Gorgeous One switches gears. Instead of trying to pull Lizzie's hands away from her jaw, Chadwick turns her efforts to forcing Cromwell's digits up her cheek... and when the Brit's index finger slips past Chadwick's lips, the rookie starts to chomp down, as hard as she can.
The shriek from Lizzie could break glass. She pulls her bitten fingers away from the dining Ginnifer, giving up her makeshift Clutch in the process. She rises from her knee and rubs at the stinging digit, the teeth marks still in place even if Chadwick didn't break the skin. Furious, Lizzie sends a series of stomps to the blonde's spine timed with each attempt by Ginnifer to rise. The fourth attempt Cromwell allows her foe to hands and knees. The Brit grabs the rookie's golden locks, ripping Ginnifer to her feet. Elizabeth walks the rookie to the ropes closest her complaining mommy-anager. "Enjoy," Elizabeth barks before gathering Chadwick in a side headlock and pushing Ginnifer's eyes to the rubber-coated steel of the top rope, ready to
Brian: take Ginnifer on a Saturday Evening Constitutional.
Now it's Ginnifer's turn to shriek, the cable making her eyes water and burn more and more with each inch of the journey. When Cromwell pulls her face away from the top rope, it's a relief--but only a brief one, before the Boarding School Princess SLAMS the rookie's tace into the thin padding of the top turnbuckle. Lizzie then forces Chadwick's peepers back down onto the rubber casing of the top rope, and slowly draaaags the wailing blonde toward the next corner, where she SMASHES Ginnifer's face into the turnbuckle not once, but twice. The process repeats itself, and when they reach the third corner, Cromwell subjects the youngster to THREE turnbuckle smashes, and at the last corner she treats Chadwick to FOUR smashes. When the Gorgeous One's noggin whiplashes away from the final impact, she pivots on her left heel, her eyes crossed as she stares ahead. Chadwick manages one step forward, her right foot crossing past her left shin, then another with her left foot repeating the criss-cross... and then she pitched forward, landing in a twitching heap, face down.
With the crowd roaring, instantly forgiving Elizabeth's slightly underhanded tactics, Cromwell eases toward her debilitated foe. The Liverpudlian sinks her nails into the flaxen locks of the pouty-lipped rookie and tugs her up to her knees. Moving directly in front of the dazed Chadwick, Elizabeth sinks her second set of talons into the blonde's scalp. "Eat canvas, rook," Lizzie growls, dipping slightly to launch, sit out and splatter Ginnifer's face into the thinly-covered plywood with a facebuster she hoped would knock the remaining senses free of the daughter and the hope from dear old mummy.
The Boarding School Princess hops into the air, perhaps failing to gain the elevation of a certain more accomplished and acclaimed countrywoman, but not in any way needing to. Cromwell lands on her rump, legs parted into a wide 'V', providing plenty of space for Ginnifer's mug to impact with the canvas. As Lizzie releases Chadwick's locks and pulls her hands away, the nearly senseless blonde flops over to her back, arms and legs splayed, eyes half lidded. Outside the ring, Sherilyn plunges her hands into her own mane and begins to pull, her mind unable to reconscile what she was now seeing with her daughter's initial dominance.
Cromwell shifts her silky sleek legs over either shoulder of the splayed blonde, keeping the blades pinned to the canvas while also grabbing each wrist of her foe in a palm to make sure the shoulders stay planted. Lizzie nods at the dropping official, timing each with the slaps of the mat for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ginnifer's legs kick up into the air, far more swiftly and far more violently than they had any right to do, judging from the rest of her body. But the violence of that motion helps generate enough force to allow Chadwick to rip an arm free of the Brit's grasp and swing that wing upward, hard, enough to dislodge Elizabeth's leg and break the pin.
Cromwell turns her brown-eyed gaze toward the official in a steely look that had much of her 'bad ole days' behind it. But the Boarding School Princess holds her tongue. She rises and shovels Ginnifer to her chest with a boot. Stepping on the hammies of the blonde, Elizabeth starts to twist Ginnifer's lowers legs around her own to lock in the limbs. With that managed, she'd look to gather up Chadwick's wrists and roll onto her back, launching the rookie skyward in Lizzie's own special version of a Romero, adding a nerve pinch to the blonde's neck with one hand while keeping the other limbs extended and with that the latest jobber to join FAWN would remain up in the air until she gives into Cromwell's signature maneuver.
modified
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Im9jMT3zdcE&context=C369209dADOEgsToPDskJ-hSZtVZbgNOpmVdUvq1nR
One act of rebellion might have kept Chadwick from being pinned, but there is no subsequent insurgence when Cromwell rocka to her bum and then to her back. As Elizabeth straightens her legs, the Gorgeous One is raised toward the rafters, offered to the heavens like a sacrifice to the wrestling gods. When the British redhead sinks her nails into the cluster of nerves at the base of her neck, Ginnifer can't help but wail, though she gives her head the slightest of shakes when the referee checks for a submission. "C'MON, GINNIFER!" Sherilyn shouts from the outside, using both her hands to push the bottom rope further into the ring--as if her daughter had any hope of reaching the cable. No, the younger Chadwick's only hope is that her stubbornness proves greater than Cromwell's arm and leg strength.
Elizabeth keeps her rival high above, torturing her foe's limbs and neck with the Liverpool Neck Massage, but the blonde refuses to give in. Slowly but surely, Cromwell's legs start to ache and twitch and cramp and finally Elizabeth is forced to heave Ginnifer to the side, releasing her submission. The auburn-haired cutie shakes out her limbs and kips to her feet, like a certain special Upstart friend of the reformed BSP. Cromwell bows cheerfully to the FAWNatics giving a final roll to her recovering left shoulder. She moves to Ginnifer and locks onto her hair once more, old habits proving very hard to break. With Chadwick on her back, Cromwell plans on using the follicles to "help" the rookie up and quickly down with a hairpull mat slam.
HAIRPULL MAT SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7NM1qOUILA
Chadwick rises into the air, but only for a moment, and she comes down HARD! The young blonde lets out a howl as she rockets up to a seated position, both hands pressed tight against the back of her throbbing skull. Ginnifer rocks over to her hip, oblivious to the look of concern on her mother's face. But she DOES hear Sherilyn's shout of, "Come here, baby!" And, more than simply hear it, Ginnifer begins to roll toward the ropes, looking to check out of the contest for a few moments and perhaps strategize with her beloved and more experienced mother.
"No, no, luv," Elizabeth informs, striding after the retreating blonde. Before Chadwick can exit, Cromwell grabs her right ankle and lifts the leg to draw the rookie back toward the middle. But Ginnifer shakes off the grip and rolls the rest of the way to Mommy Dearest, Lizzie perturbed at her foe's escape. The redhead meanders toward the opposite side of the ring, keeping an eye open for a run to and through the ropes, but Sherilyn is keeping one eye on her girl and another on Cromwell. The freckled Brit complains to the official, demanding he start his count, and so he does.
It might not have been as quick to her liking, but he finally begins a count--which meets with a finger raised to her lips by Sherilyn Chadwick. That doesn't stop him from continuing to count, however, and it CERTAINLY doesn't stop the FAWNatics from roaring in disapproval. Finally, at "SIX!" Ginnifer pulls away from her mother and rolls under the bottom rope...
... and KEEPS rolling, past the turnbuckles and underneath the opposite cables, where she is quickly joined once again by her mother. The referee promptly starts a new count, but the young blonde quickly places a knee back up on the apron. She doesn't make a further move to re-enter, though, which leads the Boarding School Princess to advance toward the ropes.
The official displays some impressive quickness is slipping between Cromwell and the ropes--and Ginnifer shows some quickness of her own when her hands flash up to plunge into the Brit's tresses. If she could secure a grip, she'd drop back and pull Elizabeth down throat first across the top rope.
Chadwick's hands find a couple tangles of auburn locks and the pouty-lipped rookie, with those hands filled, drops to the floor. Cromwell's neck is yanked into the rubber-coated top cable until Ginnifer's grip can force her down no further. Lizzie jerks in whiplash fashion away from the rope. She staggers away in a wide arc, grasping at her throat, face turning rosy, dark eyes wide. Elizabeth chokes in some air and turns to find the brat with righteous violence on her mind.
To her credit, the Boarding School Princess manages to stagger back toward the ropes in a very quick and very determined fashion. And though the British redhead coughs and gasps, she still manages to swing a balled left fist toward the jaw of the Gorgeous One. Alas, Ginnifer ducks the incoming shot. Worse still, Chadwick manages to snatch hold of Elizabeth's wrist before she can draw back her punch. Holding on tight, the blonde rookie takes a step back from the apron and into the void, intending to drop to the floor and remind Cromwell of the earlier work she had done on that arm by YANKING it down onto the taut, rubber coated steel.
And this time it's Cromwell's right arm that takes the brunt of another Hot Shot. Lizzie's limb buggywhips from the tensile force of the top rope. Again, the redhead is sent stumbling from the ropes, though this time with enough air to yelp in pain and add a few NSFW curses to boot. Cromwell shakes out the arm while retreating to the opposite cables. She sneers at the grinning Ginnifer who climbs back to the apron, setting Lizzie off on a race to meet her. Elizabeth dips as she reaches the ropes, planning to send a right shoulder between the upper and middle strands and gut the Gorgeous One.
But as Lizzie goes low, Chadwick goes high, leaping off the apron and diving over the top rope. As she sails over her opponent, Ginnifer wraps her arms around Cromwell's waist, the youngster going a little old school in attempting to secure the victory by capturing the Boarding School Princess with a sunset flip.
Surprised by the blonde's athleticism, Cromwell's caught off guard and off balance. Chadwick spills Elizabeth off her feet, rolling the redhead over and folding her up, Lizzie's shoulders planted to the canvas for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOO!
Cromwell kicks her way free and scrambles to her feet as her foe does the same, Cromwell reflexively reaching for Ginnifer's flaxen locks to regain control in the catty fashion to which she's accustomed.
The Brit manages to grab a handful of hair, but the grip is quickly broken when Chadwick SLAMS a kneelift into Cromwell's lower belly. Ginnifer's golden tresses slip through Elizabeth's fingers as she stumbles backward, doubling over, gasping for breath. Now the rookie takes two handfuls of Lizzie's red hair, pulling the Boarding School Princess' head between her thighs and clamping down with a standing headscissors. She then ensnares Cromwell's waist with both arms, looking to hoist her foe up onto her shoulders. The Sultry Bomb had been her mother's finisher of choice, and while she wasn't QUITE as proficient with it, successfully detonating this Bomb should still leave Elizabeth ripe for the taking.
SULTRY BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjSpD_5Lu08
Showing surprising strength for her size, Chadwick hauls the Englishwoman off her boot soles and into a forward flip up the frame of the rookie. Ginnifer halts the momentum of the redhead bfore Cromwell can continue up, over and down the blonde's back. Instead, she captures a powerful arm around each thigh with Lizzie on her shoulders. From there, it's a ring-rattling delivery to the canvas as Ginnifer sits out and bombs away on Cromwell. Chadwick DRIVES Elizabeth nearly through the canvas with her Sultry Bomb. Her mother gives Chadwick an ovation as Elizabeth spasms and falls motionless in Ginnifer's grip, the blonde in control of the Best Brit's stems, Lizzie's arms wide and flaccid for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOO!
Cromwell throws a shoulder up, if barely.
Climbing to her feet, Ginnifer shows a little bit of frustration, sending a boot to the Boarding School Princess' left shoulder. But she doesn't stop there. Hopping into the skies, Chadwick lands a double stomp to Cromwell's left bicep before turning around and repeating the very same process. Elizabeth shoots up to a seated position, cradling her wounded limb tight against her chest as the Gorgeous One hairhauls the redhead up to her feet. Wrapping her right arm around Cromwell's neck, the rookie takes her foe's left wrist and works that arm against her back in a hammerlock, preparing to pop her hips and execute a sitout hammerlock suplex.
SITOUT HAMMERLOCK SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2cR6CbxIcIg
The once upon a time lightweight champion has her wing folded behind her. Head of her foe lowered and tucked under her armpit, Chadwick dips and powers the reeling redhead high. Again showing the skill and poise of someone well past her inaugural FAWN match, Ginnifer sweeps Elizabeth up and over, SLAMMING Cromwell to the deck as she sits out. Lizzie lands on her folded arm, her bodyweight wrenching the limb at the shoulder, Chadwick cleverly using Cromwell's mass against her in injuring the arm further. Elizabeth rises to a seat, wimpering as she pulls the wing tight to her body, cradling it close.
Ginnifer shakes her head, albeit without a trace of pity. Reaching down, the youngster grabs hold of the Brit’s left wrist, smirking as she roughly pulls the Boarding School princess’ wounded wing over her head. Using that arm to roll Elizabeth over, Chadwick steps into a straddle of the redhead’s lower back, sinking into a crouch and wrenching Cromwell’s arm into her Gorgeous Hammerlock, which almost certainly would earn the rookie an emphatic win in her debut.
GORGEOUS HAMMERLOCK @0:54:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IPJgQkkfc78
Ginnifer roughly grabs the wounded Brit by her aching arm. She rotates around the wincing Cromwell, moving ELizabeth from her bum to her belly, the limb tightly in her control the entire time. Forcing Cromwell into the vulnerable position, Chadwick settles onto the small of her foe's back and draws the left limb back at a wicked angle, Elizabeth howling in agony. The silenced crowd forces a hopeful "Please..don't...tap" chant even if the chances appear dim. The fooficial drops to in front of the redhead's pained visage, asking if she wants to give in to the rookie. Elizabeth growls and shakes her head, to which the pouty-lipped nebie wrenches further still, immediately changing Cromwell's mind. Elizabeth squeals out a staccato burst of a "yes...yes...yes...I GIVE. I GIVE!"
Outside the ring, Sherilyn Chadwick almost leaps into the air, punching the sky in her excitement. "YES!" shouts the mother of FAWN's newest winner, her tone shifting from jubilant to threatening as she addresses the vanquished Brit. "HOW'S IT FELL, HUH, BYTCH?" she asks. "HOW'S IT FEEL TO SURRENDER? TO A ROOKIE???"
Apparently, being called a rookie by her own mother, whether it was an accurate statement or not, doesn't sit too well with Ginnifer--who responds by shuffling her feet into a broader stance and sitting down a little more, the younger Chadwick keeping an increasing tight reign on Elizabeth's arm. "THAT'S IT, HONEY!" Sherilyn encourages. "BREAK IT! BREAK THAT ARM!"
Cromwell pleads with both the official and the victor to release her, Lizzie's voice raising in pitch and volume, squeaking out a loud"PLEEEASSEE GAWWWD STAHHHP!" The ref, having already called for the bell, threatens disqualification as the timekeeper CLANGS wildly, tolling for what was for the moment a huge win for the newbie.
Ginnifer seems more than willing to call the referee's bluff as her mother climbs the ringsteps, the young blonde keeping her Gorgeous Hammerlock cinched in tight. While the Sultry One slips through the ropes, the official starts to count, reaching "FOUR!" before Chadwick the younger disdainfully tosses Cromwell's useless-for-the-rest-of-the-night left arm.
The Boarding School Princess melts to the mat, whimpering and holding her throbbing wing tight, while Ginnifer rises out of her crouch and into a standing straddle of the beaten redhead. With the threat of disqualification no longer looming, the ref raises her left arm, while Sherilyn circles around to take and lift her right. "GET USED TO THIS SIGHT, LOSERS!" mother Chadwick bellows. "YOU'RE GONNA BE SEEING IT A LOT!"
”GOD SAVE THE QUEEN”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tN9EC3Gy6Nk
Knowing the Boarding School Princess is on the way, the crowd, having grown accustomed to cheering the redhead after her reclamation by Sammie Sinclair, gathers more cheers than boos, supporting her even more loudly when Space’s The Female of the Species rolls over the top of England’s anthem.
”THE FEMALE OF THE SPECIES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F1NBpVKWh_c&ob=av2e
ELIZABETH CROMWELL:
Almost simultaneously, the freckled Liverpudlian strides confidently to center stage, the success of her blossoming tag career with Upstarty friend Sammie wearing well on the Best Brit ever. She waves enthusiastically at her newfound chums before heading down the ramp and aisle, ready to continue the recent upswing over to her singles career. Lizzie’s blue bikini bottoms are tied at each hip, ‘BSP’ emblazoned in bold white strokes across her backside. Above remains the familiar sports bra, containing a twisting blend of the colors of her UK with a black outline of the British flag on her right breast.
Beaming, Elizabeth slaps hands with the FAWNatics, crisscrossing to each side, looking a new woman, ready to reclaim the white-hot start of the genesis of her career. The ring announcer makes the proper introduction for Lizzie. “Tonight’s next match is one fall with a 20-minute time limit. From Liverpool, England, standing five feet five inches tall and weighing in at 54 and half kilos, the Boarding School Princess, Elizabeth Cromwell.”
The Englishwoman skips up the ring, slides through the ropes and moves to the center of the squared circle. Cromwell calls for a microphone and snatches one out of the air, raising it to her parted lips.
“I want to thank you. Thank you all. These last months have been the most fun I’ve ever had with FAWN. And I…can’t believe I’m saying this, but it’s because of all of you and mostly, my friend Sammie. Yeah. I said it. She helped clear out the fear and frustration of failure and now I’m stepping a toe back in singles to be the Best Brit I can be.”
The crowd roars as Elizabeth tosses the microphone back to the FAWN flunky who’d provided it. She shadowboxes and stretches her way to a corner where she waits to renew her climb up the lightweight ladder.
“And her opponent,” the announcer resumes, pausing just long enough to give his index card a quick double check. “Ladies and gentlemen, her opponent tonight is making her FAWN debut. Hailing from Savannah, Georgia, she stands five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and nineteen pounds... Accompanied by her mother, “Sultry” Sherilyn Chadwick...”
For the casual fan in the stands, that name hardly registers. But among the more dedicated connoisseurs of womens wrestling, there IS a flicker of recognition. Once upon a time--oh, about 20 years ago--Sherilyn had seemed a star on the rise, even dubbed by multiple national publications as rookie of the year for 1995. But almost as soon as she had arrived on the scene, pregnancy had caused her to step away. And even after she had returned, Chadwick had simply failed to recapture her early buzz.
Apparently, she had given birth to a girl.
“Ladies and gentlemen, will you please give a warm welcome to FAWN to... “Gorgeous” GIIINNNNNNIIIFFFEEERRR CHHHAAADDDWWWIIICCCKKK!!!!!”
The FAWNatics respond with a polite round of applause, most spectators already suspecting sight unseen that anyone making her debut against the newly minted fan favorite Elizabeth Cromwell would likely seek more jeers than cheers. But the ovation is promptly interrupted by a feminine voice commenting over the FAWN Arena’s PA system.
“I wanna win,” it says simply. “I want that trophy.”
”TROPHY”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nPqNePWzhEk
SHERILYN CHADWICK:
GINNFER CHADWICK:
Once Charli XCX’s “Trophy” begins to pump and pulse over the speakers, the curtain parts. The first woman to step into view is her sultriness, Sherilyn a vision in black: black knee length boots, a tight black miniskirt, a long black coat and a see-through black mesh top, offset by a shocking electric pink bikini top underneath. A moment later, her daughter strides follows her into the arena, Ginnifer clad primarily in white: a strapless one piece, the initials “G” and “C” emblazoned at the bust letterman-style in effusive, neon pink script, the uppermost curve of both letters extending above the cups, as well as white pads and boots.
The blonde’s eyes are hidden behind a pair of Lolita shades as mother and daughter make their way towards the ring. Sherilyn’s advance is a full-on strut, her hips swishing with each step as she looks to make an impression on the capacity crowd. Her daughter’s stride is considerably more aloof, the younger Chadwick hardly seeming to notice either the crowd or the woman awaiting her in the ring, not even as the blonde rookie follows her mother in ascending the ringsteps.
Sherilyn takes a seat on the middle rope, pushing up the top cable to provide her daughter easier entrance into the ring. With each passing second that the newcomer seems to ignore them--or at the very least she fails to acknowledge their respectful welcome--the tenor of the crowd becomes more derisive. And STILL Ginnifer seems nonplussed, removing her sunglasses and setting them in her corner without even the slightest glance in her opponent’s direction.
Cromwell gives her newly minted foe the once over, suddenly wondering if inviting Sammie to ringside wouldn't have been a bad idea. Though she might've turned her auburn locks on being a Boarding School Brat, Elizabeth isn't nearly ready to head to the middle and offer the newbie a hearty handshake of a welcome. She provides a nod of acknowledgement, skipping from one foot to the other nervously. Her recent career comeback had been fueled by tag success, but if she REALLY wanted to prove to the people she was BACK back, tonight's match was vital. If that meant a little edge, well Miss Ginnifer Chadwick would feel how sharp that edge could be and that might be just short of wheeling out the stocks and putting the rookie in. As the bell rings, Lizzie circles out of her corner, the twosome slowly reaching each other as the redhead stretches for a collar-and-elbow to test her foe's leverage and mettle. Cromwell couldn't lie. She knew nothing about Chadwick. But if Bethany hired her, she could be dangerous, even if only on a given night.
Blonde and redhead lock up with little hesitation, the evenly matched pair demonstrating just how little separated them in the initial moments of the tie-up. It took a few moments of jockeying for position before Chadwick took the first grudging backward step, but she didn't take a second, reversing course almost immediately and forcing the Boarding School Princess into a slight backpedal. The Cromwell, after only one step of her own, surges back against Ginnifer with a grunt and a snarl, forcing the blonde into a hesitant retreat. Gradually, the Brit manages to back her foe into the ropes, but before the official can call for a break, Chadwick pushes off the cables and forces Elizabeth to turn her back into the rubber coated steel. "Gorgeous" Ginnifer and the Boarding School Princess trade places a couple more times, until Cromwell finds herself pressed back against a set of turnbuckles. The official starts to count, but Chadwick refuses to break, not making a move until the count of "THREE!"...
... at which point she buries a short, swift kneelift into the British girl's lower belly. With Lizzie gasping, the blonde finally takes a step back--but she then reaches for Cromwell's left arm, looking to slap on a wristlock.
WRISTLOCK STRIKES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYD4PdMQBOs
With Cromwell's wing under her control, Chadwick proceeds to hammer and punch Elizabeth's left shoulder, each blow working the Upstart-in-law toward the canvas in stages. Finally ending on one knee, the freckled BSP winces and mewls as she tries to yank the arm free. When that proves fruitless, she tries to swing her loose arm between Ginnifer's thighs, hoping to simultabeously rise and pop the blonde across her shoulders in a fireman's carry before flipping forward into a slam of the rookie.
Chadwick's eyes widen just a little as she is muscled off her feet and onto the redheaded Briton's shoulders, offering the slightest acknowledgment of impending danger on her part. But with the second generation southerner flailing like a wet cat on her shoulders, the comination of keeping Ginnifer restrained AND climbing to her feet proves too difficult. The newcomer slips out the back door, but Elizabeth responds by quickly wheeling around and SLAMMING a forearm into Chadwick's chest, staggering the blonde. Snatching a wrist, the Boarding School Princess sets her feet and starts to whip the rookie toward the ropes, but Ginnifer again shows herself to be an advanced student, first reversing the attempt and then pulling Cromwell toward her. Keeping hold of the veteran's wrist, Chadwick dips to the side, hoping to draw Elizabeth's own arm tight across her throat--and, if successor, take the Boarding School Princess to the mat with her Gorgeous Garrote.
GORGEOUS GARROTE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RirsQIL0PKg
The do-si-do of the Georgian seems to have Elizabeth momentarily confused and the blonde skillfully wraps the Brit's own arm across her throat, Lizzie's dark eyes going wide with surprise. Before Elizabeth can even think of unwrapping, Ginnifer shows she's got some power in her lithe frame and drops to the deck, RIPPING Elizabeth off her feet and sending her CRASHING to the canvas harshly. Cromwell lands in a wicked jackknife and unfolds in violent fashion into a dazed jumble on her side.
Out on the floor, Sherilyn Chadwick is practically hopping as she claps for Ginnifer's accomplishments. "YEAH, BABY!" the Sultry One bellows, beaming, then spins around to address the audience. "THAT'S MY GIRL!" the older beauty whoops. "TAUGHT HER *EVERYTHING* SHE KNOWS!"
The FAWNatics might be grudgingly impressed with the rookie, but her mother earns a cascade of boos for her boasts.
Meanwhile, inside the ring, one thing Ginnifer has apparently NOT learned from her mother is the art of jawing, for the young blonde remains tight lipped as she climbs to her feet. For her part, the Boarding School Princess manages to roll over to her side--which might prove to be a mistake as Chadwick places a sole atop her matbound wrist. Stooping down, Ginnifer reaches to claim Lizzie's other arm by the wrist, the Gorgeous One intending to make Cromwell FAWN's first recipient of the Chadwick Crunch.
CHADWICK CRUNCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UsCkw4QAQXk
With one wrist pinned beneath her, Elizabeth's rasied wrist soon has Chadwick's other sole placed atop it. Pressing down, the rookie threatens to remove the redhead's arm from its socket. Bending Lizzie's limb all the way back until the second wrist also touches the canvas. Ginnifer stomps the joint to make a final point, Cromwell yelping in pain as she cradles her limb close, cursing under her breath as she rises to a seat but no further.
Having spent the last few moments giving the audience at ringside, Sherilyn turns back to the action. "That's it, honey!" she shouts. "Stay on her!"
And FINALLY the younger blonde has something to say, rolling her eyes as she sighs, "I KNOW, mom..."
In truth, Ginnifer had only been laying back, watching as the Boarding School Princess struggles to push her way up to her hands at knees. Then, with the smallest of smirks, Chadwick swoops in, once again targetting Cromwell's left arm as she tries to pull the limb out to the side--from where the rookie can execute her double knee armbreaker.
DOUBLE KNEE ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rg30nqT_UUk
The auburn-haired Englishwoman winces when the blonde Peach yanks her arm out high and wide. And when the obviously well-schooled Ginnifer leaps into a tuck, pressing her knees against the bicep and forearm of the BSP, she has the FAWNatics wincing in preparation for her landing. When Chadwick's back hits the deck, the knees in turn are thrust into Lizzie's aching limb. Cromwell howls as she's sent wheeling to the side in a half-barrel roll. Cromwell ends on her back, whimpering as she again cradles her arm close, momentarily in too much pain to try and rise.
An excited Sherilyn slaps the apron with both hands, but soon cups them to her mouth. "That's right, TAKE THAT ARM HOME, BABY!" she shouts. "Don't you worry, I'll clear a spot on the mantle for it."
Again, Ginnifer rolls her eyes, but only ever so slightly as she bends down to gather a handful of hair. Jerking the Boarding School Princess to her feet, Chadwick trades her grip on Cromwell's locks for--you guessed it--her left wrist, applying a hammerlock as she slips her head underneath Elizabeth's right arm. Ginnifer then starts to reach her remaining hand toward Lizzie's left wrist, the rookie moments away from popping her hips and executing a hammerlock northern lights suplex.
HAMMERLOCK NOTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yCcjNJUkZsE
Drawn close by her attacker, Elizabeth grunts as the bodies of the women smeck into each other. Ginnifer knots the redhead's left arm behind her and ducks under her right, Cromwell pulled even closer and more off balance. On the balls of her toes, the Best Brit is easy pickings for the pouty-lipped blonde who is quickly making a big impression on both the FAWNatics and Elizabeth. Even moreso when she sends Cromwell over in a front flip, Elizabeth landing on the folded arm. Lizzie acts as if she has an electric shock sent through her system. She carefully unfolds the wounded wing and starts rolling toward the ropes, hoping to make it under and out.
Ginnifer immediately starts to give chance, but the rookie is promptly cut off by the referee, who orders her back to the middle of the ring. Chadwick begins to protest right away, but her objections have less to do with Cromwell and more to do with the fact that the official’s back is to the ropes and to Lizzie... and to her mother.
The Boarding School Princess’ boots had barely touched down on the concrete when Sherilyn Chadwack snatches two handfuls of hair and SLAMS the Brit’s forehead into the edge of the apron. With Cromwell’s bells appropriately rung, she releases one of her handholds, using the other to drag the redhead toward the near corner. Letting go of Cromwell’s tresses, Sherilyn takes a quick sidestep to the other side of the ringpost before reaching under the bottom rope. Her fingers begin to coil around Elizabeth’s wrist, the Sultry One intending to give that damaged arm a sharp yank and SLAM her bicep into the steel.
Cromwell realizes what Mommy Dearest has in mind and tries to pull her arm free of Chadwick's grip, but the manager proves too quick for the freckled Brit. Sherilyn YANKS the injured wing toward her and Lizzie's shoulder BANGS into the steel post. Cromwell falls in the opposite direction, howling in agony as she cradles the limb close. She grits her teeth as the consistently tardy official starts his count ON HER. Elizabeth lets loose with an expletive in his direction. With the perp well on the other side of the ring, Cromwell doesn't let all her hard-won experience go to waste, rolling in under the ropes and quickly rolling out to start a new count. She kneads at the throbbing shoulder as she moves to the ring steps. The auburn-haired grappler demands the ref back Ginnifer off. As the blonde is forced back by the official and Elizabeth heads up, Sherilyn races around the corner, hoping to get in another shot. But Elizabeth is ready this time and nails mommy with a boot to the jaw the sends her spinning and stumbling away. The manager replused, Elizabeth slides in, continuing to work out the kinks then beckoning Ginnifer forward, ready to send a flashing toe klick to tummy once Chadwick gets within range.
When Elizabeth's boot plunges into Ginnifer's belly, the blonde lets out a gasp and takes a shuddering step backward--and the FAWNatics erupt into cheers. By this point, they've seen MORE than enough to know that this rookie doesn't deserve their support, and the resurgence of the Boarding School Princess very much meets with their apporval. Cromwell takes a step toward her opponent, looking to press her hard-won advantage, but while she might still be trying to catch her breath, the Gorgeous One still manages to swipe out with the arm NOT pressed tight against her stomach. Fingers curled and claws bared, Chadwick attempts to buy herself a little more time to refill her lungs with an eyerake.
But before the rookie's nails can reach their target, Cromwell, once upon a not so long ago time a purveyor of such tactics, is ready on the defense. She grabs Ginnifer by the proffered wrist, ducks under and spins behind the rookie, securing Ginnifer's arm tight to her back in a chickenwing. Elizabeth wrenches on the arm, giving the newbie a bit of her own medicine. As Ginnifer tries to throw her opposite elbow back to clock the redhead in the jaw, Cromwell decides to twist out of the armlock and send Chadwick racing to the far ropes with an Irish whip. On the rebound of her foe, the BSP races forward on a collision course, looking to send a raised knee DEEP in Ginnifer's belly and gut Mommy's little girl.
And for the second time in less than a minute, the newcomer to FAWN finds her midsection impaled--though it has to be said the second occasion is considerably more impactful than the first. Chadwick charges into the rising knee at full speed, her cheeks puffing in almost comical fashion as she lets out a loud gasp. And though Cromwell's knee had done its best to stop Ginnifer in her tracks, the blonde's momentum is not so quickly stifled. Chadwick flips through the air, landing hard on her taut tust before rolling onto one hip, curling up and fighting just to draw a breath.
Almost instantly on the run, Elizabeth heads for the ropes Ginnifer just hit and quickly makes the cable-created u-turn. The Brit is a blur as she flies in from Chadwick's six and NAILS her with a dropkick to the spine. The blonde's head snaps forward and, after a whiplash, the rookie spreads out on the canvas on her back. A boot to the ribs prompts a roll to the chest and Lizzie moves to a forward-facing standing straddle of her newly minted foe. Though it draws a wince to use her left arm, Elizabeth gathers up a wrist in each hand and pulls Chadwick's head and torso off the deck. She place her right boot behind Ginnifer's noggin and gets ready to stomp the rookie's pouty lips into the curb.
"Don't you do it," Sherilyn Chadwick warns from the floor, before adding even louder, "DON'T YOU DARE!!!!" But Dare Cromwell absolutely does, letting go of Ginnifer's wrists and giving a sudden, vicious downward shove of her sole against the back of the blonde's noggin. The younger Chadwick's arms don't have nearly enough time to drop and break her fall, meaning the youngster's face SLAMS into the canvas at full force. As the Boarding School Princess' boot comes down off Ginnifer's right flank, the Brit's other foot between the blonde's parted thighs, Chadwick is left a mewling, quivering wreck beneath her.
Elizabeth raises her right arm and pumps it three times, the crowd chanting in unison. "BEST...BRIT...EVER!" Lizzie nods. Though she doesn't take the claim as seriously as she once might have and is sure some in the crowd don't believe it, the redhead plays along with a blown kiss to the crowd who eat it up. Elizabeth takes a small lap around the dazed Chadwick before dropping a knee into the base of her foe's spine. Ginnifer arches in pain around the balled joint. Cromwell continues to dig it in, reaching forward to send her laced fingers under Ginnifer's chin so she can YANK back on the rookie's braincase and streeetch out the spinal column of the blonde until she's ready to call her first night, a night.
"What do you say, Ginnifer?" the ref asks. "Wanna give it up?"
There's no superfluous bravado or stream of invectives from the trapped blonde. Chadwick responds with an anguished but simple and determined, "Noooo..." Propping her elbows against the canvas, Ginnifer reaches her hands to those pulling at her chin, clawing and straning to pry them loose. When those efforts fail, the Gorgeous One switches gears. Instead of trying to pull Lizzie's hands away from her jaw, Chadwick turns her efforts to forcing Cromwell's digits up her cheek... and when the Brit's index finger slips past Chadwick's lips, the rookie starts to chomp down, as hard as she can.
The shriek from Lizzie could break glass. She pulls her bitten fingers away from the dining Ginnifer, giving up her makeshift Clutch in the process. She rises from her knee and rubs at the stinging digit, the teeth marks still in place even if Chadwick didn't break the skin. Furious, Lizzie sends a series of stomps to the blonde's spine timed with each attempt by Ginnifer to rise. The fourth attempt Cromwell allows her foe to hands and knees. The Brit grabs the rookie's golden locks, ripping Ginnifer to her feet. Elizabeth walks the rookie to the ropes closest her complaining mommy-anager. "Enjoy," Elizabeth barks before gathering Chadwick in a side headlock and pushing Ginnifer's eyes to the rubber-coated steel of the top rope, ready to
Brian: take Ginnifer on a Saturday Evening Constitutional.
Now it's Ginnifer's turn to shriek, the cable making her eyes water and burn more and more with each inch of the journey. When Cromwell pulls her face away from the top rope, it's a relief--but only a brief one, before the Boarding School Princess SLAMS the rookie's tace into the thin padding of the top turnbuckle. Lizzie then forces Chadwick's peepers back down onto the rubber casing of the top rope, and slowly draaaags the wailing blonde toward the next corner, where she SMASHES Ginnifer's face into the turnbuckle not once, but twice. The process repeats itself, and when they reach the third corner, Cromwell subjects the youngster to THREE turnbuckle smashes, and at the last corner she treats Chadwick to FOUR smashes. When the Gorgeous One's noggin whiplashes away from the final impact, she pivots on her left heel, her eyes crossed as she stares ahead. Chadwick manages one step forward, her right foot crossing past her left shin, then another with her left foot repeating the criss-cross... and then she pitched forward, landing in a twitching heap, face down.
With the crowd roaring, instantly forgiving Elizabeth's slightly underhanded tactics, Cromwell eases toward her debilitated foe. The Liverpudlian sinks her nails into the flaxen locks of the pouty-lipped rookie and tugs her up to her knees. Moving directly in front of the dazed Chadwick, Elizabeth sinks her second set of talons into the blonde's scalp. "Eat canvas, rook," Lizzie growls, dipping slightly to launch, sit out and splatter Ginnifer's face into the thinly-covered plywood with a facebuster she hoped would knock the remaining senses free of the daughter and the hope from dear old mummy.
The Boarding School Princess hops into the air, perhaps failing to gain the elevation of a certain more accomplished and acclaimed countrywoman, but not in any way needing to. Cromwell lands on her rump, legs parted into a wide 'V', providing plenty of space for Ginnifer's mug to impact with the canvas. As Lizzie releases Chadwick's locks and pulls her hands away, the nearly senseless blonde flops over to her back, arms and legs splayed, eyes half lidded. Outside the ring, Sherilyn plunges her hands into her own mane and begins to pull, her mind unable to reconscile what she was now seeing with her daughter's initial dominance.
Cromwell shifts her silky sleek legs over either shoulder of the splayed blonde, keeping the blades pinned to the canvas while also grabbing each wrist of her foe in a palm to make sure the shoulders stay planted. Lizzie nods at the dropping official, timing each with the slaps of the mat for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ginnifer's legs kick up into the air, far more swiftly and far more violently than they had any right to do, judging from the rest of her body. But the violence of that motion helps generate enough force to allow Chadwick to rip an arm free of the Brit's grasp and swing that wing upward, hard, enough to dislodge Elizabeth's leg and break the pin.
Cromwell turns her brown-eyed gaze toward the official in a steely look that had much of her 'bad ole days' behind it. But the Boarding School Princess holds her tongue. She rises and shovels Ginnifer to her chest with a boot. Stepping on the hammies of the blonde, Elizabeth starts to twist Ginnifer's lowers legs around her own to lock in the limbs. With that managed, she'd look to gather up Chadwick's wrists and roll onto her back, launching the rookie skyward in Lizzie's own special version of a Romero, adding a nerve pinch to the blonde's neck with one hand while keeping the other limbs extended and with that the latest jobber to join FAWN would remain up in the air until she gives into Cromwell's signature maneuver.
modified
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Im9jMT3zdcE&context=C369209dADOEgsToPDskJ-hSZtVZbgNOpmVdUvq1nR
One act of rebellion might have kept Chadwick from being pinned, but there is no subsequent insurgence when Cromwell rocka to her bum and then to her back. As Elizabeth straightens her legs, the Gorgeous One is raised toward the rafters, offered to the heavens like a sacrifice to the wrestling gods. When the British redhead sinks her nails into the cluster of nerves at the base of her neck, Ginnifer can't help but wail, though she gives her head the slightest of shakes when the referee checks for a submission. "C'MON, GINNIFER!" Sherilyn shouts from the outside, using both her hands to push the bottom rope further into the ring--as if her daughter had any hope of reaching the cable. No, the younger Chadwick's only hope is that her stubbornness proves greater than Cromwell's arm and leg strength.
Elizabeth keeps her rival high above, torturing her foe's limbs and neck with the Liverpool Neck Massage, but the blonde refuses to give in. Slowly but surely, Cromwell's legs start to ache and twitch and cramp and finally Elizabeth is forced to heave Ginnifer to the side, releasing her submission. The auburn-haired cutie shakes out her limbs and kips to her feet, like a certain special Upstart friend of the reformed BSP. Cromwell bows cheerfully to the FAWNatics giving a final roll to her recovering left shoulder. She moves to Ginnifer and locks onto her hair once more, old habits proving very hard to break. With Chadwick on her back, Cromwell plans on using the follicles to "help" the rookie up and quickly down with a hairpull mat slam.
HAIRPULL MAT SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7NM1qOUILA
Chadwick rises into the air, but only for a moment, and she comes down HARD! The young blonde lets out a howl as she rockets up to a seated position, both hands pressed tight against the back of her throbbing skull. Ginnifer rocks over to her hip, oblivious to the look of concern on her mother's face. But she DOES hear Sherilyn's shout of, "Come here, baby!" And, more than simply hear it, Ginnifer begins to roll toward the ropes, looking to check out of the contest for a few moments and perhaps strategize with her beloved and more experienced mother.
"No, no, luv," Elizabeth informs, striding after the retreating blonde. Before Chadwick can exit, Cromwell grabs her right ankle and lifts the leg to draw the rookie back toward the middle. But Ginnifer shakes off the grip and rolls the rest of the way to Mommy Dearest, Lizzie perturbed at her foe's escape. The redhead meanders toward the opposite side of the ring, keeping an eye open for a run to and through the ropes, but Sherilyn is keeping one eye on her girl and another on Cromwell. The freckled Brit complains to the official, demanding he start his count, and so he does.
It might not have been as quick to her liking, but he finally begins a count--which meets with a finger raised to her lips by Sherilyn Chadwick. That doesn't stop him from continuing to count, however, and it CERTAINLY doesn't stop the FAWNatics from roaring in disapproval. Finally, at "SIX!" Ginnifer pulls away from her mother and rolls under the bottom rope...
... and KEEPS rolling, past the turnbuckles and underneath the opposite cables, where she is quickly joined once again by her mother. The referee promptly starts a new count, but the young blonde quickly places a knee back up on the apron. She doesn't make a further move to re-enter, though, which leads the Boarding School Princess to advance toward the ropes.
The official displays some impressive quickness is slipping between Cromwell and the ropes--and Ginnifer shows some quickness of her own when her hands flash up to plunge into the Brit's tresses. If she could secure a grip, she'd drop back and pull Elizabeth down throat first across the top rope.
Chadwick's hands find a couple tangles of auburn locks and the pouty-lipped rookie, with those hands filled, drops to the floor. Cromwell's neck is yanked into the rubber-coated top cable until Ginnifer's grip can force her down no further. Lizzie jerks in whiplash fashion away from the rope. She staggers away in a wide arc, grasping at her throat, face turning rosy, dark eyes wide. Elizabeth chokes in some air and turns to find the brat with righteous violence on her mind.
To her credit, the Boarding School Princess manages to stagger back toward the ropes in a very quick and very determined fashion. And though the British redhead coughs and gasps, she still manages to swing a balled left fist toward the jaw of the Gorgeous One. Alas, Ginnifer ducks the incoming shot. Worse still, Chadwick manages to snatch hold of Elizabeth's wrist before she can draw back her punch. Holding on tight, the blonde rookie takes a step back from the apron and into the void, intending to drop to the floor and remind Cromwell of the earlier work she had done on that arm by YANKING it down onto the taut, rubber coated steel.
And this time it's Cromwell's right arm that takes the brunt of another Hot Shot. Lizzie's limb buggywhips from the tensile force of the top rope. Again, the redhead is sent stumbling from the ropes, though this time with enough air to yelp in pain and add a few NSFW curses to boot. Cromwell shakes out the arm while retreating to the opposite cables. She sneers at the grinning Ginnifer who climbs back to the apron, setting Lizzie off on a race to meet her. Elizabeth dips as she reaches the ropes, planning to send a right shoulder between the upper and middle strands and gut the Gorgeous One.
But as Lizzie goes low, Chadwick goes high, leaping off the apron and diving over the top rope. As she sails over her opponent, Ginnifer wraps her arms around Cromwell's waist, the youngster going a little old school in attempting to secure the victory by capturing the Boarding School Princess with a sunset flip.
Surprised by the blonde's athleticism, Cromwell's caught off guard and off balance. Chadwick spills Elizabeth off her feet, rolling the redhead over and folding her up, Lizzie's shoulders planted to the canvas for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOO!
Cromwell kicks her way free and scrambles to her feet as her foe does the same, Cromwell reflexively reaching for Ginnifer's flaxen locks to regain control in the catty fashion to which she's accustomed.
The Brit manages to grab a handful of hair, but the grip is quickly broken when Chadwick SLAMS a kneelift into Cromwell's lower belly. Ginnifer's golden tresses slip through Elizabeth's fingers as she stumbles backward, doubling over, gasping for breath. Now the rookie takes two handfuls of Lizzie's red hair, pulling the Boarding School Princess' head between her thighs and clamping down with a standing headscissors. She then ensnares Cromwell's waist with both arms, looking to hoist her foe up onto her shoulders. The Sultry Bomb had been her mother's finisher of choice, and while she wasn't QUITE as proficient with it, successfully detonating this Bomb should still leave Elizabeth ripe for the taking.
SULTRY BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjSpD_5Lu08
Showing surprising strength for her size, Chadwick hauls the Englishwoman off her boot soles and into a forward flip up the frame of the rookie. Ginnifer halts the momentum of the redhead bfore Cromwell can continue up, over and down the blonde's back. Instead, she captures a powerful arm around each thigh with Lizzie on her shoulders. From there, it's a ring-rattling delivery to the canvas as Ginnifer sits out and bombs away on Cromwell. Chadwick DRIVES Elizabeth nearly through the canvas with her Sultry Bomb. Her mother gives Chadwick an ovation as Elizabeth spasms and falls motionless in Ginnifer's grip, the blonde in control of the Best Brit's stems, Lizzie's arms wide and flaccid for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOO!
Cromwell throws a shoulder up, if barely.
Climbing to her feet, Ginnifer shows a little bit of frustration, sending a boot to the Boarding School Princess' left shoulder. But she doesn't stop there. Hopping into the skies, Chadwick lands a double stomp to Cromwell's left bicep before turning around and repeating the very same process. Elizabeth shoots up to a seated position, cradling her wounded limb tight against her chest as the Gorgeous One hairhauls the redhead up to her feet. Wrapping her right arm around Cromwell's neck, the rookie takes her foe's left wrist and works that arm against her back in a hammerlock, preparing to pop her hips and execute a sitout hammerlock suplex.
SITOUT HAMMERLOCK SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2cR6CbxIcIg
The once upon a time lightweight champion has her wing folded behind her. Head of her foe lowered and tucked under her armpit, Chadwick dips and powers the reeling redhead high. Again showing the skill and poise of someone well past her inaugural FAWN match, Ginnifer sweeps Elizabeth up and over, SLAMMING Cromwell to the deck as she sits out. Lizzie lands on her folded arm, her bodyweight wrenching the limb at the shoulder, Chadwick cleverly using Cromwell's mass against her in injuring the arm further. Elizabeth rises to a seat, wimpering as she pulls the wing tight to her body, cradling it close.
Ginnifer shakes her head, albeit without a trace of pity. Reaching down, the youngster grabs hold of the Brit’s left wrist, smirking as she roughly pulls the Boarding School princess’ wounded wing over her head. Using that arm to roll Elizabeth over, Chadwick steps into a straddle of the redhead’s lower back, sinking into a crouch and wrenching Cromwell’s arm into her Gorgeous Hammerlock, which almost certainly would earn the rookie an emphatic win in her debut.
GORGEOUS HAMMERLOCK @0:54:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IPJgQkkfc78
Ginnifer roughly grabs the wounded Brit by her aching arm. She rotates around the wincing Cromwell, moving ELizabeth from her bum to her belly, the limb tightly in her control the entire time. Forcing Cromwell into the vulnerable position, Chadwick settles onto the small of her foe's back and draws the left limb back at a wicked angle, Elizabeth howling in agony. The silenced crowd forces a hopeful "Please..don't...tap" chant even if the chances appear dim. The fooficial drops to in front of the redhead's pained visage, asking if she wants to give in to the rookie. Elizabeth growls and shakes her head, to which the pouty-lipped nebie wrenches further still, immediately changing Cromwell's mind. Elizabeth squeals out a staccato burst of a "yes...yes...yes...I GIVE. I GIVE!"
Outside the ring, Sherilyn Chadwick almost leaps into the air, punching the sky in her excitement. "YES!" shouts the mother of FAWN's newest winner, her tone shifting from jubilant to threatening as she addresses the vanquished Brit. "HOW'S IT FELL, HUH, BYTCH?" she asks. "HOW'S IT FEEL TO SURRENDER? TO A ROOKIE???"
Apparently, being called a rookie by her own mother, whether it was an accurate statement or not, doesn't sit too well with Ginnifer--who responds by shuffling her feet into a broader stance and sitting down a little more, the younger Chadwick keeping an increasing tight reign on Elizabeth's arm. "THAT'S IT, HONEY!" Sherilyn encourages. "BREAK IT! BREAK THAT ARM!"
Cromwell pleads with both the official and the victor to release her, Lizzie's voice raising in pitch and volume, squeaking out a loud"PLEEEASSEE GAWWWD STAHHHP!" The ref, having already called for the bell, threatens disqualification as the timekeeper CLANGS wildly, tolling for what was for the moment a huge win for the newbie.
Ginnifer seems more than willing to call the referee's bluff as her mother climbs the ringsteps, the young blonde keeping her Gorgeous Hammerlock cinched in tight. While the Sultry One slips through the ropes, the official starts to count, reaching "FOUR!" before Chadwick the younger disdainfully tosses Cromwell's useless-for-the-rest-of-the-night left arm.
The Boarding School Princess melts to the mat, whimpering and holding her throbbing wing tight, while Ginnifer rises out of her crouch and into a standing straddle of the beaten redhead. With the threat of disqualification no longer looming, the ref raises her left arm, while Sherilyn circles around to take and lift her right. "GET USED TO THIS SIGHT, LOSERS!" mother Chadwick bellows. "YOU'RE GONNA BE SEEING IT A LOT!"
