Post by neotrident on Dec 8, 2018 18:24:13 GMT
The crowd perks to the edge of its collective seat when ‘God Save the Queen’ emanates from the community college auditorium speakers in Kissimmee. Not usually one for ‘slumming’ at a FAWN house show, it’s clear the FAWNatics’ least favorite Brit will be deigning to appear before them.
When Elizabeth Cromwell presents in a fetching white dress/pantsuit combo instead of battle gear, the crowd grows surlier knowing they won’t get to watch someone pound on the freckled brat.
Stick in hand, Lizzie strides confidently to the ring, adorable nose raised high. She ascends the steps then demands the official open the top and middle ropes wide for her to enter. England’s anthem wanes as the auburn-haired grappler settles mid ring and raises the microphone to her lips.
“There are some deluded people out there that claim I am not the best Brit ever.”
Dueling chants of ‘Shea’ and ‘Sam-mee’ erupt. Cromwell looks as if she’s swallowed a bug in response to the mantras.
“Shut your damn mouths,” she insists. “An important person is talking to you.”
The words turn the chants to boos, which seems to suit Lizzie better. Still, she waits for the crowd to quiet.
“It’s pretty obvious I am.”
Lizzie draws her hands down her slender but sinewy frame before returning the amplifier to her mouth.
“But even more plain is I am better than that rat from Singapore who has the audacity to name herself Starfire. Believe me. She burned out before she became a star. I saw to that.”
The assembled seem to disagree, now chanting “STAR…FIRE” to Cromwell’s great displeasure.
“Shut it. SHUT IT OR I WILL LEAVE WITHOUT ANOTHER WORD!”
The crowd roars its approval, flustering the ginger brat all the more. She moves to the ropes as if she’ll carry out her threat but then shakes her head and moves back to center stage.
“NO. I shut you up. Not the other way around. The fact is I ‘Expelled’ Estrina the last time I faced her. Left her face down and unconscious. And what happened? She. SHE got a title shot against Zoe Scott.
“Now we all know why Zoe picked Estrina over me. Scott was afraid to face her better. Because while Zoe has money, she’s jealous of what I have. Class and talent. So she brought in someone with less class and talent than I have in my little finger.”
Lizzie raises the pinkie of the hand with which she holds the microphone as if this is proof.
“So I guess if I have to beat Star-ashes AGAIN to get the would-be Diva’s attention and my rightful due, that’s what I’ll do. I want it known I’m not just better than Estrina, I’m vastly superior. Thus, I request, nee I demand an ‘I Quit’ match with that classless trash. And if she thinks she’s going to rub her sweaty, disgusting arm pit in the face of the Boarding School Princess…”
Elizabeth retches at the thought, interrupting her diatribe for a second before recovering.
“Well, she’ll find out how much pain a person can be in.”
Lizzie literally drops the mic and storms out to the jeers of the house show crowd, her message no doubt to be delivered by the recordings of dozens of raised phones and the social media sites they would soon be on.
*********************HOURS LATER*****************************
The crowd turns their attention to the titatron as the live video begins screening the backstage gym. Starting with the backview of a nubile figure doing overhead shoulder presses, the camera begin moving around to her side, revealing The Celestial Stunner to be the one huffing and pumping. Her togs darkened around the trim from her sweat.She completes the set and racks back the iron before grabbing a towel to wipe herself before turning to the camera to speak.
“Who are you kidding Lizzie? Vastly superior than me? The only reason you beat me the last time was because you are a sleazy little weasel! You couldn’t find it in your wrestling skills to beat me so you had to use a little help from the chairs or what not. In fact, everyone knows you don’t have it in you to beat me clean!”, Estrina cuts straight to the point, criticizing Lizzie’s methods in their last encounter.
“But I don’t blame you. Everyone wants a piece of shining and rising Starfire to reignite their dying careers. And you are incredibly desperate to do so even if that means cheating to win”, Starfire pauses to take a sip of water.
“And if you want another brush of my brilliance, I gladly accept your challenge. Be warned though, I’m not going to be kind. I’m going to pay you back for all the low blows and pit scrubs you gave me. So much so that you not only want to ‘quit’ the match, but also wrestling altogether.”, The fiesty Asian glares into the camera as she issues her warning.
“Lizzie, I hope you are ready to sweat!”, Estrina ends her statement before the video screen fades to black...
When Elizabeth Cromwell presents in a fetching white dress/pantsuit combo instead of battle gear, the crowd grows surlier knowing they won’t get to watch someone pound on the freckled brat.
Stick in hand, Lizzie strides confidently to the ring, adorable nose raised high. She ascends the steps then demands the official open the top and middle ropes wide for her to enter. England’s anthem wanes as the auburn-haired grappler settles mid ring and raises the microphone to her lips.
“There are some deluded people out there that claim I am not the best Brit ever.”
Dueling chants of ‘Shea’ and ‘Sam-mee’ erupt. Cromwell looks as if she’s swallowed a bug in response to the mantras.
“Shut your damn mouths,” she insists. “An important person is talking to you.”
The words turn the chants to boos, which seems to suit Lizzie better. Still, she waits for the crowd to quiet.
“It’s pretty obvious I am.”
Lizzie draws her hands down her slender but sinewy frame before returning the amplifier to her mouth.
“But even more plain is I am better than that rat from Singapore who has the audacity to name herself Starfire. Believe me. She burned out before she became a star. I saw to that.”
The assembled seem to disagree, now chanting “STAR…FIRE” to Cromwell’s great displeasure.
“Shut it. SHUT IT OR I WILL LEAVE WITHOUT ANOTHER WORD!”
The crowd roars its approval, flustering the ginger brat all the more. She moves to the ropes as if she’ll carry out her threat but then shakes her head and moves back to center stage.
“NO. I shut you up. Not the other way around. The fact is I ‘Expelled’ Estrina the last time I faced her. Left her face down and unconscious. And what happened? She. SHE got a title shot against Zoe Scott.
“Now we all know why Zoe picked Estrina over me. Scott was afraid to face her better. Because while Zoe has money, she’s jealous of what I have. Class and talent. So she brought in someone with less class and talent than I have in my little finger.”
Lizzie raises the pinkie of the hand with which she holds the microphone as if this is proof.
“So I guess if I have to beat Star-ashes AGAIN to get the would-be Diva’s attention and my rightful due, that’s what I’ll do. I want it known I’m not just better than Estrina, I’m vastly superior. Thus, I request, nee I demand an ‘I Quit’ match with that classless trash. And if she thinks she’s going to rub her sweaty, disgusting arm pit in the face of the Boarding School Princess…”
Elizabeth retches at the thought, interrupting her diatribe for a second before recovering.
“Well, she’ll find out how much pain a person can be in.”
Lizzie literally drops the mic and storms out to the jeers of the house show crowd, her message no doubt to be delivered by the recordings of dozens of raised phones and the social media sites they would soon be on.
*********************HOURS LATER*****************************
The crowd turns their attention to the titatron as the live video begins screening the backstage gym. Starting with the backview of a nubile figure doing overhead shoulder presses, the camera begin moving around to her side, revealing The Celestial Stunner to be the one huffing and pumping. Her togs darkened around the trim from her sweat.She completes the set and racks back the iron before grabbing a towel to wipe herself before turning to the camera to speak.
“Who are you kidding Lizzie? Vastly superior than me? The only reason you beat me the last time was because you are a sleazy little weasel! You couldn’t find it in your wrestling skills to beat me so you had to use a little help from the chairs or what not. In fact, everyone knows you don’t have it in you to beat me clean!”, Estrina cuts straight to the point, criticizing Lizzie’s methods in their last encounter.
“But I don’t blame you. Everyone wants a piece of shining and rising Starfire to reignite their dying careers. And you are incredibly desperate to do so even if that means cheating to win”, Starfire pauses to take a sip of water.
“And if you want another brush of my brilliance, I gladly accept your challenge. Be warned though, I’m not going to be kind. I’m going to pay you back for all the low blows and pit scrubs you gave me. So much so that you not only want to ‘quit’ the match, but also wrestling altogether.”, The fiesty Asian glares into the camera as she issues her warning.
“Lizzie, I hope you are ready to sweat!”, Estrina ends her statement before the video screen fades to black...