Post by SammieSinclair on Sept 23, 2017 15:31:29 GMT
As the little sister of the People’s Princess, and one of the youngest members of the Upstart Nation, the tiny Mary Sinclair rarely travelled alone and was equally rarely far from her elder siblings (some would suggest overly) protective sight. The vagaries of FAWN’s extensive House Show circuit however had sent the little redhead out into the wild on her own tonight, far from the protective wing of her compatriots.
MARY ‘MOUSE’ SINCLAIR: 5’0”: 100LBS
As if they were aware of her current isolation, the modest crowd of FAWNatics who had arrived to fill the small venue greeted the Hurricane Heroine all the more boisterously than ever, reassuring the youngest Sinclair that she was not alone. However startled the already nervous, miniature wrestler was by the sheer volume of the welcome, she was thankful none the less by the gesture, caught somewhere between hopping, skipping and pacing quickly down to the ring following her appearance, sheepishly remembering to slap a few extended hands along the way.
So bashful was she for the misstep of Babyface behaviour, she was almost compelled to dash back up the ramp to catch everyone she missed, had the long suffering Official not intervened, herding the swimsuit and sneaker clad young women into the squared circle.
The Digital Damsel on the other hand had no need for such accolades, nor did she desire them, for the lithe, scantily clad, raven haired beauty bringing plenty of her own. With the illusion of flash photography and the clamour of paparazzi accompanying her dramatic and indulgent arrival on stage, it was if a media event were in full swing as she pouted and took a selfie. Satisfied that she had made a statement, Bianchi sauntered down to the squared circle, a generous shimmy in her hips, before halting at the threshold.
ALESSANDRA BIANCHI: 5’ 4”: 122LBS
Posing for a selfie once again, she raised her other hand high and snapped her fingers...
...which was immediately followed by all of the lights going out!! With the entire arena plunging into darkness, the FAWNatics were thrown into confusion until, a dozen or so moments later, the lights turned back on with a vengeance, Alessandra now inside the ring, standing perilously close to an astonished Mary who, already jittery with nerves, YEEPED!! in surprise and back peddled quickly.
With a dismissive smirk and a rolling of her blue eyes, Bianchi promptly dismissed the youngest Sinclair as a potential problem and returned to self indulgence, snapping that second selfie and adding a hash tag that was derogatory of Mary. Removing her leather jacket to reveal a barely there bra, almost every inch of her sleek, ivory frame was on display and worthy of many of the photographs that were now being taken.
Following several deep breaths to regain her own bearings, Sinclair nodded vigorously as the Official explained the match rules to her while Bianchi, for her own part, could not of looked less interested. With such matters settled, it was time for the Tantalising Tornado and the Terrorising Techie to collide for the first time.
Much to the delight of those watching, of which many were the Loyalist Legionnaires of the Upstart Nation, Mary was the first to leverage an advantage. Ducking low, moving quickly and constantly scampering just out of reach, the Whirlwind Wonder lived up to her namesake as an increasingly frustrated Bianchi was simply unable to initiate a grapple.
Hit and Run was the name of Sinclair’s game, which left many a FAWNatic debating as to which of the elder Upstarts were responsible for her couching, and for every grapple Alessandra failed to lock in, Mary delivered a quick, deft kick, a flying forearm or delightful drop kick. It was an offensive highlighted by the youngsters dash on over to the ring ropes, ducking between them to land on the apron, leaping her tiny frame up to perch on the top rope before LAUNCHING herself skywards, planting the soles of both her ‘lucky’ sneakers into the formally smug features of Bianchi!!
SPRINGBOARD MISSLE DROPKICK: @4:13
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sr-HZPuVvr8&t=150s
While Alessandra’s drop to the canvas was far from voluntary, her rapid escape to the outside of the ring was quite the opposite, the Siren of Silicon Valley irritably waving off the FAWNatics heckles following her impromptu retreat. She paced back and forth outside the ring, muttering to herself with a shaking of her head, running through a rapid series of calculations as she fidgeted with her digits. With the Officials patience running thin, she turned back to the ring and, raising one hand high, snapped her fingers...
...and again the arena was plunged into darkness, the FAWNatics shouting in protest as they understandably expected the worse, desperate to see anything through the sudden gloom. Before the lights could return, an ominous CLANG!! rang out to all four corners of the small arena and, when illumination did indeed return, only the eagle eyed in attendance were able to spot the dented steel chair that was sent skimming out of the squared circle.
Much to their collective despair, the miniature mass of Mary Sinclair was now sprawled out in a starfish in centre ring, her own eyes glassy and a bump of her forehead almost as rosy as her hair. With the Hurricane Heroine inexplicably laid out, Alessandra stood over her, infuriatingly taking yet another selfie following her underhanded assault.
Understandably the blindsided and shell shocked Hurricane Heroine was in little position to defend herself against the whims of the suddenly ascendant Digital Damsel, Bianchi preventing any attempts by the Official to check on Mary’s condition to begin a protracted beat down, beginning a mud stomping of all four of the little red heads limbs and her trim, gulping tummy.
As if determined to wring a submission out of a Sinclair, Alessandra proceeded to twist and turn the grounded Mary into a variety of shapes, each more diabolical than the last, the bleary eyed, Tantalising Tornado far too out of it formulate an escape, never mind a counter offensive.
Camel Clutches, Abdominal Stretches, Argentine Backbreakers and a Boston Crab so severe that it pressed the sole of Sinclair’s own sneaker to the back of her own noggin, nothing was out of bounds and everything served to fuel the FAWNatics mounting concern. With Mary either unwilling (or more likely unable) to announce her submission, a deeply satisfied Bianchi opted to change tack.
Scraping the ruin of the Whirlwind Wonder off the canvas, she scooped the much smaller young woman up into a cross body press before, after a short saunter, turned the little redhead upside down. Wedging the youngest Sinclair deep into one corner, she tied the unresponsive girl’s ankles around the top turnbuckle, trapping her in a dreaded Tree of Woe.
Seemingly set on returning an earlier favour, the Terrorising Techie backpedalled far enough to make her point before sprinting forwards and leaping into a low Dropkick, DRILLING both of feet HARD against the Whirlwind Wonder’s exposed bosom. Mary GASPED, spasmend and, with her ankles jostled free by the severity of the impact, flopped down to the mat in a small pile of steaming wreckage.
The Official, fearing that one of his charges may be suffering from a concussion, had apparently seen enough and was moving in to confirm his suspicions. Alessandra, however, anticipating his intensions, was by far the quicker to react, ignoring his mounting, stuttering protests as she dragged the puddled Sinclair out of the corner and up onto her wobbly feet, trapping the beloved Upstart in both a severe headlock and single underhook.
With the Blue Screen of Death locked in tight, Bianchi wasted no further time in pulling the trigger, the Gladiatrix Photographers eager to capture the moment as the Siren of Silicon Valley hoisted the Hurricane Heroine up to veridical, before DRILLING the crown of the girls head DEEP!! into the canvas, completing the Vertical Drop DDT!!
BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH@0:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kRZlV50sG-I
With a sharp SPASM running throughout the entirety of her small frame, Mary flopped to the mat with a gasp from the FAWNatics, an easy victim for Bianchi to claim a victory, the Digital Damsel slinking her way atop the unconscious Sinclair with a full body press, smirking into the hard camera as she pressed her opponents wrists down over the top of her own head.
Never had there been an unbiased Official more eager to begin a three count, perhaps even delivering it slightly more quickly than he should do, finding his way to three to both the disappointment, and relief of the FAWNatics.
If Alessandra possessed even an iota of concern, she did not display it, her sleek, slinky frame rising to its full height as, once again, she found a phone in her hand. With one last selfie for the evening as medics were ushered into the squared circle, she looked back to the hard camera before smirking, the 3.0 model more lethal than ever, raising her hand high and snapping her fingers...
...plunging the arena into darkness.
MARY ‘MOUSE’ SINCLAIR: 5’0”: 100LBS
As if they were aware of her current isolation, the modest crowd of FAWNatics who had arrived to fill the small venue greeted the Hurricane Heroine all the more boisterously than ever, reassuring the youngest Sinclair that she was not alone. However startled the already nervous, miniature wrestler was by the sheer volume of the welcome, she was thankful none the less by the gesture, caught somewhere between hopping, skipping and pacing quickly down to the ring following her appearance, sheepishly remembering to slap a few extended hands along the way.
So bashful was she for the misstep of Babyface behaviour, she was almost compelled to dash back up the ramp to catch everyone she missed, had the long suffering Official not intervened, herding the swimsuit and sneaker clad young women into the squared circle.
The Digital Damsel on the other hand had no need for such accolades, nor did she desire them, for the lithe, scantily clad, raven haired beauty bringing plenty of her own. With the illusion of flash photography and the clamour of paparazzi accompanying her dramatic and indulgent arrival on stage, it was if a media event were in full swing as she pouted and took a selfie. Satisfied that she had made a statement, Bianchi sauntered down to the squared circle, a generous shimmy in her hips, before halting at the threshold.
ALESSANDRA BIANCHI: 5’ 4”: 122LBS
Posing for a selfie once again, she raised her other hand high and snapped her fingers...
...which was immediately followed by all of the lights going out!! With the entire arena plunging into darkness, the FAWNatics were thrown into confusion until, a dozen or so moments later, the lights turned back on with a vengeance, Alessandra now inside the ring, standing perilously close to an astonished Mary who, already jittery with nerves, YEEPED!! in surprise and back peddled quickly.
With a dismissive smirk and a rolling of her blue eyes, Bianchi promptly dismissed the youngest Sinclair as a potential problem and returned to self indulgence, snapping that second selfie and adding a hash tag that was derogatory of Mary. Removing her leather jacket to reveal a barely there bra, almost every inch of her sleek, ivory frame was on display and worthy of many of the photographs that were now being taken.
Following several deep breaths to regain her own bearings, Sinclair nodded vigorously as the Official explained the match rules to her while Bianchi, for her own part, could not of looked less interested. With such matters settled, it was time for the Tantalising Tornado and the Terrorising Techie to collide for the first time.
Much to the delight of those watching, of which many were the Loyalist Legionnaires of the Upstart Nation, Mary was the first to leverage an advantage. Ducking low, moving quickly and constantly scampering just out of reach, the Whirlwind Wonder lived up to her namesake as an increasingly frustrated Bianchi was simply unable to initiate a grapple.
Hit and Run was the name of Sinclair’s game, which left many a FAWNatic debating as to which of the elder Upstarts were responsible for her couching, and for every grapple Alessandra failed to lock in, Mary delivered a quick, deft kick, a flying forearm or delightful drop kick. It was an offensive highlighted by the youngsters dash on over to the ring ropes, ducking between them to land on the apron, leaping her tiny frame up to perch on the top rope before LAUNCHING herself skywards, planting the soles of both her ‘lucky’ sneakers into the formally smug features of Bianchi!!
SPRINGBOARD MISSLE DROPKICK: @4:13
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sr-HZPuVvr8&t=150s
While Alessandra’s drop to the canvas was far from voluntary, her rapid escape to the outside of the ring was quite the opposite, the Siren of Silicon Valley irritably waving off the FAWNatics heckles following her impromptu retreat. She paced back and forth outside the ring, muttering to herself with a shaking of her head, running through a rapid series of calculations as she fidgeted with her digits. With the Officials patience running thin, she turned back to the ring and, raising one hand high, snapped her fingers...
...and again the arena was plunged into darkness, the FAWNatics shouting in protest as they understandably expected the worse, desperate to see anything through the sudden gloom. Before the lights could return, an ominous CLANG!! rang out to all four corners of the small arena and, when illumination did indeed return, only the eagle eyed in attendance were able to spot the dented steel chair that was sent skimming out of the squared circle.
Much to their collective despair, the miniature mass of Mary Sinclair was now sprawled out in a starfish in centre ring, her own eyes glassy and a bump of her forehead almost as rosy as her hair. With the Hurricane Heroine inexplicably laid out, Alessandra stood over her, infuriatingly taking yet another selfie following her underhanded assault.
Understandably the blindsided and shell shocked Hurricane Heroine was in little position to defend herself against the whims of the suddenly ascendant Digital Damsel, Bianchi preventing any attempts by the Official to check on Mary’s condition to begin a protracted beat down, beginning a mud stomping of all four of the little red heads limbs and her trim, gulping tummy.
As if determined to wring a submission out of a Sinclair, Alessandra proceeded to twist and turn the grounded Mary into a variety of shapes, each more diabolical than the last, the bleary eyed, Tantalising Tornado far too out of it formulate an escape, never mind a counter offensive.
Camel Clutches, Abdominal Stretches, Argentine Backbreakers and a Boston Crab so severe that it pressed the sole of Sinclair’s own sneaker to the back of her own noggin, nothing was out of bounds and everything served to fuel the FAWNatics mounting concern. With Mary either unwilling (or more likely unable) to announce her submission, a deeply satisfied Bianchi opted to change tack.
Scraping the ruin of the Whirlwind Wonder off the canvas, she scooped the much smaller young woman up into a cross body press before, after a short saunter, turned the little redhead upside down. Wedging the youngest Sinclair deep into one corner, she tied the unresponsive girl’s ankles around the top turnbuckle, trapping her in a dreaded Tree of Woe.
Seemingly set on returning an earlier favour, the Terrorising Techie backpedalled far enough to make her point before sprinting forwards and leaping into a low Dropkick, DRILLING both of feet HARD against the Whirlwind Wonder’s exposed bosom. Mary GASPED, spasmend and, with her ankles jostled free by the severity of the impact, flopped down to the mat in a small pile of steaming wreckage.
The Official, fearing that one of his charges may be suffering from a concussion, had apparently seen enough and was moving in to confirm his suspicions. Alessandra, however, anticipating his intensions, was by far the quicker to react, ignoring his mounting, stuttering protests as she dragged the puddled Sinclair out of the corner and up onto her wobbly feet, trapping the beloved Upstart in both a severe headlock and single underhook.
With the Blue Screen of Death locked in tight, Bianchi wasted no further time in pulling the trigger, the Gladiatrix Photographers eager to capture the moment as the Siren of Silicon Valley hoisted the Hurricane Heroine up to veridical, before DRILLING the crown of the girls head DEEP!! into the canvas, completing the Vertical Drop DDT!!
BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH@0:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kRZlV50sG-I
With a sharp SPASM running throughout the entirety of her small frame, Mary flopped to the mat with a gasp from the FAWNatics, an easy victim for Bianchi to claim a victory, the Digital Damsel slinking her way atop the unconscious Sinclair with a full body press, smirking into the hard camera as she pressed her opponents wrists down over the top of her own head.
Never had there been an unbiased Official more eager to begin a three count, perhaps even delivering it slightly more quickly than he should do, finding his way to three to both the disappointment, and relief of the FAWNatics.
If Alessandra possessed even an iota of concern, she did not display it, her sleek, slinky frame rising to its full height as, once again, she found a phone in her hand. With one last selfie for the evening as medics were ushered into the squared circle, she looked back to the hard camera before smirking, the 3.0 model more lethal than ever, raising her hand high and snapping her fingers...
...plunging the arena into darkness.