Post by dsb on Dec 19, 2018 21:22:58 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer called over the general din, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from South Boston, Massachusetts, she stands five feet nine inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and thirty-three pounds… Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome ROOOXXXAAANNNNNEEE McccCCCRRIIIMMMMMOOONNN!”
ROXIE MCCRIMMON:
The unmistakable horn fanfare, appropriated from Bob & Earl, led directly into the House of Pain hip-hop classic ‘Jump Around‘. It took a hard soul NOT to become pumped--first by the music, and then by the sight of blonde that burst through the curtains at the start of the first verse, as enthusiastic as she is gorgeous.
Touted as a big-time player from the moment she’d joined the main roster, Roxanne McCrimmon had really come into her own since she and Becky Clayton had formed the BFG’s and proceeded on an incredibly successful run as FAWN Tag Team champions. But as grateful though she was for her accomplishments alongside the Camouflage Crusher, her dreams had always been about winning titles on her own. Singles gold had eluded her thus far, but the Beantown Bombshell looked to set herself apart from the pack tonight by facing down a woman who was her polar opposite in both temperament and respect for the rules.
Too excited to linger more than a few seconds atop the stage, McCrimmon raced down to the ring, readily accepting the slaps and offered encouragement of the capacity crowd. The blonde's long, sculpted legs were left bared, save for white kneepads and boots, her upper body sheathed under a green number 20 Celtics jersey. Bounding up the steel steps, McCrimmon slipped through the ropes and headed toward the far corner. Raising her right arm, Roxie followed the command of her anthem, jumping up and down--and beckoning the fans to do likewise with a wave of her hand. Many of them did, to the surprise of absolutely no one.
Settling down, the blonde powerhouse grabbed the hem of her Bob Hayward jersey and pulled it up and overhead to reveal a green one piece, her taut abs at full extension and bared by the broad shamrock-pattern cutout at her midsection. Turning to the ropes, Roxie flung the garment off into the stands, where it disappeared amidst a sea of questing hands.
The Announcer resumed his duties once House of Pain faded into the background. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Belasco Maine, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-three pounds, she is the unforgiving, unrelenting, unrepentant ELISE WINTERREST!
Genuine heartfelt vitriol from the FAWNatics as the pounding, staccato drumbeat of Royal Blood’s ‘Out of the Black’ oozed from the speakers. A few seconds later Elise stepped into view and spread her arms wide, Miss Murder daring this chorus of banality to properly recognize her presence. They kicked up the volume that much more, their palpable disdain raising a beautifully cruel grin that got that much scarier when the house lights went down, then blazed forth in an eerie, fiery red. Looking like some alternate reality Carrie White who actually enjoyed her prom, Elise turned her attention to the ring and started down the aisle.
ELISE WINTERREST:
Utterly unfazed by the ’YOU SUCK!’ chants lobbed in her direction by a great many of the FAWNatics, Elise started down the aisle, a vision of malignant beauty in her usual chalk-outline ’REDRUM’ tee, the one that offered up a fine view of her lycra-sheathed midsection as well as her matching black elbow and knee pads and gleaming black boots that ended an inch south of her knee.
Slowing to a near halt as she reached the foot of the ramp, Winterrest slunk over to one of the jeering throng and placed a finger to his lips to make sure proper attention was paid when her anthem noted ‘So don’t breathe when I talk, ‘Cause you haven’t been spoken to.’ Dismissing the oaf before he’d fully come to grips with her presence, the First-Degree Femme Fatale sauntered up the steps, dipped between the ropes and claimed the center of the ring for her very own. Dark eyes locked on the hard camera, Elise took the bottom edge of her shirt in both hands and peeled it overhead to fully reveal the black halter style one-piece with its four bright red slashes across the front. Tossing the garment to the referee without making eye contact, Winterrest rounded on Roxie and placed a fingertip at the top of each of those ugly slashes. Then she sloooooooowly traced them all the way to the bottom, figuratively ‘spilling her guts’ even as the lights returned to normal. “One little powerhouse, left alone. She went into the woods chasing a wolf… and then there were none.” Roxie just rolled her eyes, thus earning a slightly wider smile from the Icy Manipulator as she backed into the opposite corner.
Delighted to return to the glow of pay-per-view spotlights even if it was against a known lunatic like Elise Winterrest, Roxie stormed forward with the CLANG of the bell, the powerful blonde clearly looking to go hammer & tongs at Miss Murder as soon as possible. With regard to the woman in question, she had no intention of denying McCrimmon her desired confrontation, though she meant to offer it on her terms. Which was why Elise took two steps from the corner before hooking left to slip through the ropes the floor.
Roxie didn’t slow her progress, indeed she even spurred on the booing FAWNatics with a ‘can you believe this shyt?’ sort of eye roll. “Fight’s in here, honey.” McCrimmon noted as she approached the ropes. “You want to get in now or would you feel more comfortable if I waited on the other side of the ring?”
Winterrest offered her a charming, albeit slightly surprised smile. “Oh, did you want to start already? I’d have expected a little more posturing from someone as… blonde… as yourself. But perhaps I shouldn’t be surprised, considering what I know of you.”
The Battlin’ Bostonian only smirked as she laid her elbows on the top rope. “You think you know me? All right, let’s hear it.”
“Well given the length of time since your last appearance on a show of any significance I would have expected a bit more caution in your approach. Of course I suppose it would be rather surprising to see any foresight applied in the ring as you’ve made no effort to do so when it comes to your friends, relationships…. and motherhood.”
Roxie’s smile disappeared as she climbed onto the bottom rope and leaned down to jab a finger at the dark-eyed brunette. “Bad call, bytch. You only get one free pass per match and you just used it in the first minute.”
Winterrest actually took a step forward, the Icy Manipulator clearly daring Roxie to play her game. Smile growing wider by the second, she purred, “I seriously doubt that, Roxanne. According to a certain disreputable segment of the fan base you’re more than welcome to provide all sorts of free passes, provided they happen in the back of Trans-Am with Winger blaring at full vol--”
Roxie grabbed the top rope in both hands and vaulted from the ring to the floor to chase after Elise, who’d took to her heels the instant the blonde went airborne. Far too clever to actually hazard a look back over her shoulder, Winterrest used the crowd noise to judge McCrimmon’s position relative to her own and was satisfied she had at least two lengths on the hot-tempered Bos-- “RRRGGGHHH!”
Cheers from the fans overwhelmed a grunt from Elise when Roxie caught hold of her one-piece and used it to reel the slender brunette into a THWHUMPING Forearm Smash to the small of the back! Winterrest staggered, stepped forward, then buried an elbow in opposing tummy when McCrimmon drew her back for a second shot. Roxie ‘ooofffhed’ hot breath onto her neck so the Malicious Mainer thanked her with a Back Elbow to the chin, then tugged loose and snatched a double handful of hair. From there she reared up on tiptoes and THUNKED Roxie’s forehead into the apron! McCrimmon groaned, started to push away only to break into indignant squealing when the brunette crooked an arm over the back of her head and emphatically scrubbed her face against the rough canvas!
Back in the squared circle proper, Al Carpenter crowded the ropes and barked, “Ok, Elise let’s get it back in the ring! C’mon, don’t make me count!”
Winterrest planted her elbow on the other side of Roxie’s neck so she could rest her cheek on that palm with McCrimmon pinned beneath. “Oh, you make it sound like such a chore, Mr. Carpenter! I assure you, the count is no challenge to endure, what with your lovely speaking voNNNNGGGHHH!”
Rox gouged a trio of elbows into her attacker’s midsection, thus forcing Elise to break away just as Al began the twenty count. Not about to let Winterrest escape with so little hassle following such a ration of shyt talk, McCrimmon caught her by the nape of the neck and bounced her forehead off the apron to settle an earlier debt. Doubling down on her own hair-hold to THUNK Elise’s noggin with more force than prior, Roxie hauled her upright and continued to pull the brunette’s dark locks with extreme prejudice.
“Run your mouth once, just one more time.” the former BFG’er snapped. “Do it and I swear they’ll need half a dozen refs to get me away from you.”
The Icy Manipulator bared her teeth in a smile despite the unpleasantness of the situation. “A threat I won’t take lightly, rest assured. It’s clear you don’t know the first thing about restraint. Or pulling ouNNNNGGGHHH!”
Roxie turned a quarter circle, stormed down the narrow ringside aisle and drove her opponent’s skull into the steel ring-post with an ungodly BWUNK! She’d released her hold on the brunette with the expectation that Winterrest would crumple in a heap, so McCrimmon was mildly irritated when Miss Murder reeled around the corner and continued on, albeit with a considerable shimmer in her knees. “Oh no honey, you’re not slinking away that easily.” Rox said under her breath as she walked down the woozy warrior. “Not until I bounce you offa few more corners.”
The ring steps seemed an excellent way to carry out this threat as they had a plethora of corners and Miss Murder was drawing closer with every step. Setting off down Winterrest’s back-trail once she’d pumped a fist for the FAWNatics, McCrimmon covered the distance in half a dozen long strides, then got low and exploded off her back foot for a Spear that-- Elise spun aside in a wicked pirouette that meant Roxie had no crash-pad when she BWAAANGED the steps hard enough to sent the top half slopping to the floor.
Though possessed of the prankster’s natural urge to stick around for the aftermath of their work, Elise made a beeline for the apron and quickly rolled under the bottom rope to stop Carpenter’s count, which had reached ‘FIFTEEN!’ “Keep it in the ring, Elise.” the zebra warned.
“You worry over nothing, Mr. Carpenter. As if I’d deny myself the amusement of watching this outmatched little gym rat ‘try’ to make her way into the ring before the end of your next laborious count. Go on, get to it then!”
Al did just that, the lanky ref hurrying to the edge of the ring so Roxie was sure to hear the slowly increasing tally. Indeed Roxie could hear it just fine, but going shoulder-first into the side of the steps made actually answering the count a far more difficult proposition. Even so, the pneumatic blonde was up by ‘TEN!’ and had hold of the middle rope at ‘ELEVEN!’
Reentry would’ve occurred in the next second or two at the absolute latest if Winterrest hadn’t hurled herself at the ropes and dropped low to piston her heels into McCrimmon’s chest with a Baseball Slide Dropkick that sent her careening backward in a drunken stumble.
“Dammit Elise, I told you to keep your distance! Let her get in the ring so--”
“Mind your tongue, idiot!” Winterrest snapped as she got to her feet. “I’ll get your precious muscle-head between these ropes sooner than later, but I’ll do it on MY terms. Are we clear?”
She didn’t wait for a confirmation, just turned and ran to the far side of the ring so that she had even more momentum when she headed back at McCrimmon. Most FAWN fans didn’t think ‘high flyer’ when they thought of Miss Murder, however that seemed likely to change when she sprang onto the top rope and launched herself into the aether with a gorgeous Plancha that brought her SMECKING down atop Roxanne McCrimmon mere heartbeats after the blonde steadied her footing!
Rolling away from the landing with all the grace of a Daly or a London, Elise popped to her feet and strutted over to Roxie, who was curled up on one side clutching at her throbbing shoulder. Hands on her hips, Winterrest nudged the other woman’s tummy with the toe of her boot and exclaimed, “NOW we can get in the ring.”
McCrimmon swatted the encroaching boot away, rolled to all fours and suffered a kick to the ribs for her efforts. “Despite my best efforts you’re clearly not learning.” Elise sighed in the midst of hauling Roxie to boot-leather courtesy a double handful of hair. “The ring is mine. The surrounding environs are mine. And my will is not to be defied by the likes of you!”
To emphasize this point she got bullied her blonde into a Side Headlock, forced her cheek down against the edge of the apron and set off on a slow walk to the next corner!
“AAAAHHHHH SHYT!” Roxie wailed as the abrasive surface draaaaaaaaagged on her skin. “EVIL BYTCH, GET OFFA MENNNNGGGGHHH!”
Winterrest abandoned the Headlock for a single handful of hair, more than enough control for her to BWUNG the blonde’s forehead against the ring-post. The crowd groaned over the heavy impact, though McCrimmon’s supporters found cause for hope when their heroine hooked an arm around the steel to maintain verticality. Alas, Elise Winterrest lived for dashing the hopes of her opposition AND their fans, as evidenced by the gaudy wedgie she inflicted on Rox’s briefs en route to rolling her under the bottom rope. The Icy Manipulator slid in behind her, pushed to one knee and would’ve gone for the hair if she hadn’t noticed the Bostonian wearily adjusting her distended briefs.
“Lets have none of that.” Elise slapped McCrimmon’s hand away, caught hold of that disarrayed lyrca and gave it another heartless yank.
“Goddammit!” Roxie hissed as the wedgie forced her to sit up. “Why are you such a miserable cuNNEERRRRRRRGGHHH!”
Winterrest hooked two fingers in the other wrestler’s nose and pulled back at a vicious angle. “That’s not very polite is it?” she tittered. “I happen to think I’m an excellent cunning strategist!”
Al Carpenter had no thoughts on the subject one way or the other, he was far more concerned with that ugly nostril hook and expressed his displeasure in the form of a count that hit ‘FOUR!’ far quicker than Winterrest would’ve liked. “Your bias is showing, Carpenter.” Elise murmured as she relinquished her cattier grips for a perfectly legal Chinlock. “Why the sympathy for this overmatched lout? It can’t be sympathy for blondes, considering your beloved is not nearly so vulnerable as dear Roxie. Perhaps you concern for her daughter and all the pitfalls she’ll face all due to her mother’s incompeteHUUURRRGGGHH!”
McCrimmon tore her way free from the brunette’s clutches, whipped around on one knee and wrapped both hands around Elise’s throat! “No more warnings, witch.” Rox growled. “Your ass officially belongs to me now.”
“C’mon Rox, you can’t just throttle her!” Al warned. “Break the choke right now!”
The BFG’er shook her head ‘no’ as she twisted her head to the side to avoid Winterrest’s questing claws. “Can’t do that, Al.” she told him. “Gonna have to hear a four first.”
“ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
“EEERRRGGGGHH!”
The Malicious Mainer hastened her release by perhaps a half a second thanks to the thumb she finally jabbed in McCrimmon’s right eye! Freeing herself from the blonde’s mitts with a satisfied grunt, Elise palmed the back of Rox’s head in one hand so she could raaaaaaaake her eyes with the other!
“Dammit Elise, watch the eyes!”
“I did!” she keened in a mock-whine. “I watched them well with tears just this instant!” Snickering, Miss Murder pinked her foe’s cheek with a single slap, then doubled down on a hair-hold to haul the hardbody blonde to boot-leather. A quick Bionic Elbow to the bridge of the nose kept McCrimmon’s eyes watery and otherwise unreliable long enough for Winterrest to slip one arm through Roxie’s legs and another over one shoulder. From there she popped her hips and scooped McCrimmon up like it was nothing, the malevolent bendyback demonstrating surprising strength against her heavier foe. With Rox reduced to little more than disoriented laundry, Elise strutted toward the nearest corner, turned to one side and PLANTED her burden on the deck with a textbook Scoop Slam. Once that was settled the Icy Manipulator planted a boot in McCrimmon’s midriff en route to claiming a mount on the second rope.
“Something tells me that Roxanne will be in the care of the infirmary overnight.” Winterrest told the jeering FAWNatics. “Which means poor Jess will be in need of a babysitter. Any of you idiots willing to give me a character reference? I’m wonderful with children.”
This was greeted with emphatic denials all ‘round, so Elise dismissed them with a sniff, grabbed the top rope in both hands and launched herself backward into the void, both knees raised to hip level so they THWHUMPED down flush on Roxie’s gulping midsection. Rox ‘oooooffffhed’ and slopped to one side only for the brunette to force her to her back so she could hook the far leg for…
SLINGSHOT DOUBLE KNEE DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RdYP0qTu2Rw
ONE…
TWO…
The battlin’ Bostonian kicked free just after ‘TWO’, a show of determination Elise acknowledged without respecting in the slightest. Judging her target a little too close to the ropes for comfort, Winterrest hooked McCrimmon at ankle and wrist and draaaaagged her out into the middle of the ring. “You’ve proven durable, I’ll give you that much.” Miss Murder said after she’d stood up and pulled down the pad sheathing her right knee. “However tenacity does not mean talent and I can only play with my food for so long before it starts growing tiresome. So in an effort to expedite the process…”
Positioned off the downed blonde’s right shoulder, Elise took to the skies with her right knee drawn high for a heavy impact against the--NO! She landed easily on the other side of her opponent’s head and flicked her right foot back, thus scuffing a bytchy little kick across the side of Roxie’s face.
WHAT A BYTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOt61R-axOY
“I’m afraid I lied, dear heart.” Elise teased over the infuriated jeers of the FAWNatics. “I’ll NEVER grow tired of playing with the likes of you.”
Rox muttered something rather unkind so Winterrest plunged her fingers into the blonde’s hair and dragged her to her knees like a woozy penitent. “Poor, hapless Roxanne.” the Wolf murmured. “No one ever bothered to tell you it’s not nearly enough to simply LOOK like a wrestlNGH! NGH! NGH!”
McCrimmon palmed her tormentor’s hips in both hands to hold Elise steady while she THWHUMPED a trifecta of Headbutts into the pit of her stomach. Rising only when she’d forced Winterrest to give a little ground, Roxie indulged in a savage handful of hair and a single Headbutt that landed directly between the brunette’s eyes. “That feel like I’m pretending, bytch?” she huffed. “Don’t rush to answer, I’ll wait until your head cleaAAEEERRRHHHH!”
Elise struck with the speed and malevolence of a viper, just raaaaaaaaaking both hands down the other woman’s face! Wresting her way from McCrimmon’s grasp immediately thereafter, she laid claim to the blonde’s wrist and her charging across the squared circle with-- Rox dug in her heels and sent Miss Murder to the strands in her place. This didn’t put Elise out in the slightest, she simply went airborne, landed on the second rope and launched herself backward, the vicious vixen already reaching over one shoulder to snag Roxie’s head in a Three Quarter Facelo--‘OOOOOOHHHHHH!’
Cheers of surprise and delight from the FAWNatics when McCrimmon twisted to one side and hooked her right arm across the back of Elise’s neck while her left hooked the airborne battler behind her left knee. Holding Winterrest aloft in this awkward looking Cradle, Roxie suddenly went up on tiptoe, spun around in a full circle and dropped to her knees to THAWHAM Elise down on the back of her head and shoulders via a big ol’ pull of Boston Pop’skull! Far leg still hooked after impact, Roxie made no effort to hide the forearm she ground against Elise’s jaw during the count of…
BOSTON POP'SKULL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMARKQ1EP_Q
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Winterrest got a shoulder off the mat with half a heartbeat to spare. The FAWNatics booed the brunette’s resilience, but McCrimmon didn’t look the slightest bit disappointed, in fact she looked quite relieved. The reason for this revealed itself when Rox swung a leg over Miss Murder’s midsection to claim a full mount. Filling one hand with Elise’s hair, she yanked the smaller wrestler’s noggin off the mat and PWAAAKED a straight right hand into her hairline. “Really, REALLY glad that didn’t finish you off.” she said with a grin. “Would’ve hated to worry about Al reversing the decision because I wasn’t through whipping your ass after the bell.”
Elise reached up and grabbed hold of her attacker’s wrist in an effort to defend against further shelling. “Huuhhh… spiteful AND unsportsmanlike. What a wonderful example you’re setting for your NNNGGGHH!”
The Beantown Bombshell bounced Winterrest’s skull like a basketball to scatter her defenses, then went back to work on her forehead with those heavy, workingwoman right hands. Now Al Carpenter didn’t count himself a fan of the Icy Manipulator (none of the referees did, save for Merle, and Merle liked everyone) but he was a stickler for the rules regardless of who was breaking them so he was hovering over the action after only a few seconds of blonde pugilistics. “All right Rox, open that hand! You know better!”
McCrimmon did, not that it made her like Elise’s face even a tiny bit more. Flattening her fist into a paddle, she CRAAACKED the brunette’s cheek, then took her features between thumb and forefingers and smooshed them into a galling fish-face. “How’s that, Al?” Rox asked the zebra. “Is that any bettERRRHH not a chance, bytch!”
Elise had slashed her nails down McCrimmon’s cheek but it would’ve been her eyes if the wary battler hadn’t turned her head at just the right time. Snatching Winterrest’s wrists hard enough to feel bones grind, Roxie THWHUMPED it against the deck. “I knew we weren’t playing rough enough for you.” The fish-face disappeared in exchange for a hard slap on the mouth and another brain-rattling collision with the canvas. Roxie had plenty more to say to the Malicious Mainer, but Carpenter was in the middle of his count so she got to her feet and forced Elise to do the same. From there she shifted to a perfectly legal Wristlock which in turn powered the extremely energetic Irish Whip that sent Winterrest hurtling across the canvas on a sharp diagonal.
Always aware of her place in the squared circle, Elise noted corner rushing in to meet her and managed to swing around in a half circle just before the top turnbuckle BWUUUNGED between her shoulders. Teeth clenched in wordless agony, the wounded Wolf of Winter careened back toward the middle of the ring, Winterrest actually on tiptoe until the moment Roxie strode in and PAK-PAKKED her chin with a pair of straight rights! Elise stumbled in a fencepost hole and went down on one knee, the stunned bendyback planting her right hand to keep off of all fours. Grudgingly impressed with the brunette’s chin, McCrimmon took a step back and let out a low whistle just to get Winterrest’s attention. Twisting around on her right foot the very instant Elise’s head started to move, Roxie came out on the far side with her right arm already flung back for the low angle Lariat she THAWHUMPED across her opponent’s defenseless chest! Miss Murder went down in a heap and McCrimmon landed atop her, the pneumatic blonde powerhouse hooking the far leg in a cradle good for…
LOW ANGLE DISCUS LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lpVtXvCq1B8
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Elise stuffed a hand under Roxie’s chin and shoved hard, forcing her to abandon the cover. “Oh good, you’re still feeling tough.” Rox muttered after filling her hands with Elise’s dark hair. “Means I don’t have to feel bad about piling on.”
“Daahhh.. dear, I’ve seen your roots.” Elise groaned. “I’m certain you’ve never felt bad about anything in the whole of your miserable liWHOOOAAAHH!”
McCrimmon sent Winterrest on her way with another Irish Whip. The BWUUNG that followed was just as cringe-worthy as the one preceding it, as was Elise’s awkward shuffle forward, though this was severely truncated, reversed even, when Roxie soared in and CRUSHED her target against the thinly-sheathed steel with an Avalanche Splash. “Oh, I’ve felt bad about plenty, cupcake.” Rox cooed as she draped Winterrest’s arms over the top strand. “But I’m damned sure not gonna feel bad about THIS!”
‘This’ started out as an alternating trifecta of open hand chops to the chest and forearm smashes to the jaw. These were followed by three knee-shivering Headbutts, Roxie holding Elise’s head stable with two vengeful fistfuls of hair. She then used that double fisted grip to flip the Icy Manipulator out of the corner, depositing Winterrest on her tush with her back to the Beantown Bombshell. Alas, this did nothing for her safety, as Roxie promptly tried her hand (errr, foot) as an amateur chiropractor by delivering three short, stiff kicks to her spine. McCrimmon then switched plant legs, which allowed her to THWONK a pair of quick knees into the side of Elise’s skull. Savoring the feel of her fingers in the brunette’s hair, Roxie looked out at the crowd and called, “AIN’T NO PARTY LIKE A VIOLENCE PARTY!” to which the CNP throng replied, ‘CUZ A VIOLENCE PARTY DON’T STOP!’ And indeed it did not, as McCrimmon doubled her prey over and unleashed a high-speed quartet of kicks to face before finally, mercifully, straightening her up for a brutal Standing Clothesline that left Miss Murder flat on her back and Roxie down on one knee.
VIOLENCE PARTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GDuqpbZATV4
The FAWNatics urged McCrimmon to go for a cover and while it was undoubtedly wise, the BFG’er still felt like she was behind on points and that simply could not stand. With Elise in absolutely no condition to stop her, Rox grabbed the brunette at shoulder and hip and rolled her onto her stomach, then climbed aboard so that the curve of her butt was snug in the hollow of Winterrest’s lower back. “I’m sure if our positions were reversed you’d run your mouth about how you’re gonna make me beg and plead, how I’ll scream myself hoarse before you let me go, the same sort of bullshyt I’ve heard since day one.” McCrimmon hunched forward, claimed possession of Elise’s elbows and yanked ‘em backward so she could drape the Mainer’s biceps over her thighs. “I won’t waste my breath on that sort of garbage, but I’ll make you a promise though.” Roxie secured an S-grip beneath Winterrest’s chin and CRAAAAAAAAAAAAANKED up on the Camel Clutch until her foe was almost looking into the overhead lights. “You’re going to apologize before I let you go. Understand me, Elise? Your submission doesn’t mean jack to me, but that apology…” She eased off the hold a little, then redoubled her efforts and sure enough Winterrest had a great view of the arena lights.
CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=USM4dls7pGI
Far more concerned with a potential submission than his blonde charge, Al dropped to one knee beside the action and asked, “What do you say, Elise? Do you need me to call it?”
Winterrest clawed and gouged at the back of Rox’s thighs without any noticeable success. Even so, she managed a pained smile when she shook her head ‘no’. “Roxanne’s upper body strength is as questionable as her parenting, Algernon. I would however like to apologize to sweet little Jess for having to waste some of her hard-earned allowance money on a ‘World’s Best Mom’ mug for such an obvious frauAARRRRGGGGHHH!”
Disgusted by the sound of her daughter’s name in Elise’s mouth, Roxie halved her Chinlock, balled that free hand into a fist and pounded three hard shots into the brunette’s nose!
“All right, Rox! No more of those closed fists, understand?” McCrimmon nodded in earnest before delivering one final shot to Winterrest’s nose, thus earning herself an ‘I’m watching you’ finger point from the official. The blonde paid him no mind, her focus was on yanking out Elise’s hair in great handfuls now that she’d relinquished the Chinlock entirely. Peeling the sputtering battler to her feet, Rox doubled her over with a Toe Kick, then reeled her into a Standing Headscissors and secured a Double Underhook immediately thereafter.
“Al’s kind enough that he doesn’t want to see me splatter your nose all over my fist.” McCrimmon explained as she made a point of turning Elise’s backside toward the hard camera. “Too bad he can’t do anything about me splattering you all over the canvas.” She dipped her knees and spun / hoisted Miss Murder up until her tush was snug against Roxie’s chest. Then the Beantown Bombshell switched from Underhook to Waistlock and dropped to her knees to THAWHAM Winterrest down on the back of her skull with a thunderous Double Underhook Powerbomb! The impact left Elise splayed at the bottom of a brand new crater, giving McCrimmon plenty of time to stretch out over her chest and hook the far leg. Just like that Carpenter and the FAWNatics were counting off…
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UKTWfg38qII
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Elise wrenched free of the cradle, an irritating reminder that she wasn’t all talk and cheap shots. Rocked back on her knees beside the weary brunette, Rox raked a hand through her hair and showed three fingers to Al more on instinct than actual belief. Sure enough he confirmed the near fall, so she filled her hands with Elise’s hair for the second time in as many minutes and hauled her up for another round of Southie “GUUHHRRK!”
Winterrest slapped the blonde’s hands away, crossed her wrists in an ‘X’ and jammed the far end under Roxie’s chin as hard as she could! Eyes welling after the ugly throat chop, McCrimmon started to pull away but the Icy Manipulator snatched a wrist and sent her to the ropes with NO! Rox dug in her heels, doubled down on the Wristlock and sent Elise in her place. Pleased with any sort of reprieve from the Destroyer’s grasp, Winterrest came off the strands in a flat out run, her left arm already pulling back for a Forearm Smash trained on-- ‘OOOOOOOH!’ went the sold out crowd when Roxie stuffed her hands into Elise’s midriff and launched her into the lights. Moving into place beneath her abruptly airborne antagonist, McCrimmon turned a quarter circle and raised her arms just enough to catch Winterrest atop her shoulders in a picture perfect Fireman’s Carry. Hooking the Wolf at neck and thigh even as the crowd roared ‘BOSTON MASSACRE!’
Roxie went up on tiptoe and “NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!” Desperate to avoid more of the blonde’s high-powered offense, Elise gouged the point of her elbow into McCrimmon’s cheek half a dozen times in half as many seconds. “Put me DOWN, mother dearest.” Winterrest growled. “Or I’ll WHOOAAAOOOFFFFFHHH!” The Battlin’ Bostonian did as her rival asked only after slinging Elise up and dropping to one knee, all the better to THWHUMP the brunette down on her posted thigh for an improvised Gutbuster.
“You’ll what?” Roxie swatted Winterrest’s glutes to make sure she knew just how little weight those threats carried. “Whimper and squirm a little louder? That’s just fine with me, honey.”
It absolutely wasn’t fine with Miss Murder, alas McCrimmon didn’t give a damn and neither did the crowd, as evidenced by the raucous applause when Rox muscled her burden from the Gutbuster to a full extension Military Press in one smooth motion! “BYTCH WANTS ME TO PUT HER DOWN!” Roxie roared to everyone within the sound of her voice. “THINK I SHOULD?” Those assembled for Cold November Pain thought this an excellent idea indeed, especially when the green-clad powerhouse swung toward the side of the ring facing the stage and strode toward the ropes with a wicked little glint in her eye. Carpenter hurried along beside his charges, the referee powerless to stop McCrimmon’s plans but forcing himself to chronicle Winterrest’s fall from “AAARRHH F*CK!”
Elise reached down with one hand and jabbed a thumb into Roxie’s right eye! Moving too fast to stop entirely, the big blonde hit the strands at a lurch just slow enough for Elise to land on the apron and not the barely-padded floor. Exhilarated and incensed by her near brush with catastrophe, Elise palmed McCrimmon’s head in both hands and doubled down on her earlier effort by gouging her thumbs into the Beantown Bombshell’s eyes! Roxie shrieked aloud but freed herself with a rough shove before Carpenter could even get in place for a warning. Yet removing Winterrest’s thumbs actually did very little for her vision, so she knuckled at both watering eyes in hopes of “NNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHH!”
The Malicious Mainer vaulted over the rubber-coated steel, caught Rox’s noggin in a perfect Three Quarters Facelock and laid out on her back to PLANT the other woman’s face on the deck with special ‘point blank’ Bullet With A Name. Flopped onto her back by the leftover momentum, McCrimmon wasn’t even aware of the cover until she heard the crowd tolling…
BULLET WITH A NAME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JYMed-Ljkjo
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Rox saved herself with half a heartbeat to spare thanks to a shove that sent Winterrest sprawling toward the nearest corner while she herself made for the center of the squared circle. “You ok, Rox?” Al asked after he’d knelt beside the blonde. “Eyes clearing?”
Roxie blinked several times, then nodded. “A little blurry, but I’ll be fine. Bytch isn’t going to--”
“I’m fine too, thanks!” Elise chirped from over one shoulder. “No need to check on me, it’s not like some slut with EXTREMELY poor decision making skills tried to hurl me halfway up the ramp!”
McCrimmon wheeled around and clambered to her feet as Winterrest did the same. “Halfway?” the blonde chided. “Bytch, I was aiming for the stage!”
“Yet another area of your life where you fall short, then.” Elise cooed. “Oh, you’re mascara’s running dear. Makes you look a bit like a tawdry raccoon. Go ahead and fix it before you embarrass your daughter any--” Rox charged the brunette with murder on her mind, unfortunately that was exactly what the Icy Manipulator wanted. Diving to one side when McCrimmon was almost upon her, Winterrest tangled the blonde’s feet in her own and sent Roxie flying forehead-first into the second turnbuckle, or rather, the second turnbuckle ring, as she’d removed the pad while the Bostonian tended to her watery eyes. Rox hit with an ugly ‘BWUUUNG’ and stayed rooted to the spot because fate had been cruel enough to drape her arms over the middle rope.
'MURDEROUS' DROP TOE HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHSfBsOtm6U
Sensing something was amiss, Al moved to check on McCrimmon only to throw himself out of harm’s way when Elise rushed in from halfway across the ring to THWHUMP both knees into the penitent blonde’s shoulders! Winterrest bounced away from the impact like it was nothing, Roxie on the other hand tumbled onto her back in an ugly sprawl with one hand absently checking on the gash across her forehead.
“Oh jeeze Rox, hold on--”
“Don’t get soft on me, Carpenter.” Winterrest snapped as she peeled the bloodied blonde off the mat. “Head wounds like that ALWAYS bleed buckets and they’re ALWAYS superficial. I’m sure everyone’s favorite single mother is just fine.” Al wasn’t nearly as confident but Elise didn’t leave him much room for argument as she’d already marched the wounded wrestler well away from the strands and butterflied her arms with a rough Double Underhook. Aware of nothing but the red film covering her vision, Rox was still trying to blink the world clear when Winterrest muscled her upside down. Everything went black after that, Elise laying out on her back to SPIKE McCrimmon’s skull against the deck!
MURDER MOST FOUL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qnYuqZbEoXY
Transformed from contender to crime scene by Murder Most Foul, Rox tumbled onto her back and didn’t even groan when Elise planted one hand on her chest and the other on her fluttering tummy. Eyes alight with the hatred raining down upon her, Winterrest didn’t actually say a word, but she clearly mouthed along with the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Miss Murder pushed Roxie’s head to the side with a scuffing little shove, then popped to her feet and made a show of raaaaaaaaaking her nails down the stylized slashes in her one-piece while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… ELISE WINTERREST!”
A FAWN medic hit the ring at once so Al stood up and peeled off one glove. “I’ll raise your hand in a sec, Elise. Just need to--”
“Oh, don’t take them off on my account.” Winterrest cooed softly. “The red adds a nice pop to my outfit, don’t you think?”
Carpenter removed the gloves anyway, earning a sigh of disappointment from the brunette when he raised her hand. Shifting her attention to the camera, Winterrest’s irritation blossomed into anger when she saw it honing in on victim rather than perpetrator. “Eyes on me, idiot.” Already close when it swung in her direction, Elise reached out and grabbed hold to make sure it couldn’t go anywhere. “Is it a closer look you want? Allow me to provide some in-depth analysis.”
The Icy Manipulator spun away, pushed the medic aside and swiped her hand across Roxie’s forehead in a single showy pass. McCrimmon cursed and shoved the brunette back a step, so Winterrest drove a stomp into her belly just because. Stalking back to the camera, she latched on with her clean hand so she could smear the bloodied one across the lens!
“Is that close enough?” she asked through the bleary crimson stain. “Do you feel as shaken… as vulnerable… as hurt… as Mommy Dearest over there? I do hope so, but if not, have no fear. Because Miss Murder’s spree is just getting started.”
With that she swatted the camera aside and stormed out of frame, leaving the feed to focus on Roxie and the medic until it cut away to a hype package for the IC Title tilt.
ROXIE MCCRIMMON:
The unmistakable horn fanfare, appropriated from Bob & Earl, led directly into the House of Pain hip-hop classic ‘Jump Around‘. It took a hard soul NOT to become pumped--first by the music, and then by the sight of blonde that burst through the curtains at the start of the first verse, as enthusiastic as she is gorgeous.
Touted as a big-time player from the moment she’d joined the main roster, Roxanne McCrimmon had really come into her own since she and Becky Clayton had formed the BFG’s and proceeded on an incredibly successful run as FAWN Tag Team champions. But as grateful though she was for her accomplishments alongside the Camouflage Crusher, her dreams had always been about winning titles on her own. Singles gold had eluded her thus far, but the Beantown Bombshell looked to set herself apart from the pack tonight by facing down a woman who was her polar opposite in both temperament and respect for the rules.
Too excited to linger more than a few seconds atop the stage, McCrimmon raced down to the ring, readily accepting the slaps and offered encouragement of the capacity crowd. The blonde's long, sculpted legs were left bared, save for white kneepads and boots, her upper body sheathed under a green number 20 Celtics jersey. Bounding up the steel steps, McCrimmon slipped through the ropes and headed toward the far corner. Raising her right arm, Roxie followed the command of her anthem, jumping up and down--and beckoning the fans to do likewise with a wave of her hand. Many of them did, to the surprise of absolutely no one.
Settling down, the blonde powerhouse grabbed the hem of her Bob Hayward jersey and pulled it up and overhead to reveal a green one piece, her taut abs at full extension and bared by the broad shamrock-pattern cutout at her midsection. Turning to the ropes, Roxie flung the garment off into the stands, where it disappeared amidst a sea of questing hands.
The Announcer resumed his duties once House of Pain faded into the background. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Belasco Maine, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-three pounds, she is the unforgiving, unrelenting, unrepentant ELISE WINTERREST!
Genuine heartfelt vitriol from the FAWNatics as the pounding, staccato drumbeat of Royal Blood’s ‘Out of the Black’ oozed from the speakers. A few seconds later Elise stepped into view and spread her arms wide, Miss Murder daring this chorus of banality to properly recognize her presence. They kicked up the volume that much more, their palpable disdain raising a beautifully cruel grin that got that much scarier when the house lights went down, then blazed forth in an eerie, fiery red. Looking like some alternate reality Carrie White who actually enjoyed her prom, Elise turned her attention to the ring and started down the aisle.
ELISE WINTERREST:
Utterly unfazed by the ’YOU SUCK!’ chants lobbed in her direction by a great many of the FAWNatics, Elise started down the aisle, a vision of malignant beauty in her usual chalk-outline ’REDRUM’ tee, the one that offered up a fine view of her lycra-sheathed midsection as well as her matching black elbow and knee pads and gleaming black boots that ended an inch south of her knee.
Slowing to a near halt as she reached the foot of the ramp, Winterrest slunk over to one of the jeering throng and placed a finger to his lips to make sure proper attention was paid when her anthem noted ‘So don’t breathe when I talk, ‘Cause you haven’t been spoken to.’ Dismissing the oaf before he’d fully come to grips with her presence, the First-Degree Femme Fatale sauntered up the steps, dipped between the ropes and claimed the center of the ring for her very own. Dark eyes locked on the hard camera, Elise took the bottom edge of her shirt in both hands and peeled it overhead to fully reveal the black halter style one-piece with its four bright red slashes across the front. Tossing the garment to the referee without making eye contact, Winterrest rounded on Roxie and placed a fingertip at the top of each of those ugly slashes. Then she sloooooooowly traced them all the way to the bottom, figuratively ‘spilling her guts’ even as the lights returned to normal. “One little powerhouse, left alone. She went into the woods chasing a wolf… and then there were none.” Roxie just rolled her eyes, thus earning a slightly wider smile from the Icy Manipulator as she backed into the opposite corner.
Delighted to return to the glow of pay-per-view spotlights even if it was against a known lunatic like Elise Winterrest, Roxie stormed forward with the CLANG of the bell, the powerful blonde clearly looking to go hammer & tongs at Miss Murder as soon as possible. With regard to the woman in question, she had no intention of denying McCrimmon her desired confrontation, though she meant to offer it on her terms. Which was why Elise took two steps from the corner before hooking left to slip through the ropes the floor.
Roxie didn’t slow her progress, indeed she even spurred on the booing FAWNatics with a ‘can you believe this shyt?’ sort of eye roll. “Fight’s in here, honey.” McCrimmon noted as she approached the ropes. “You want to get in now or would you feel more comfortable if I waited on the other side of the ring?”
Winterrest offered her a charming, albeit slightly surprised smile. “Oh, did you want to start already? I’d have expected a little more posturing from someone as… blonde… as yourself. But perhaps I shouldn’t be surprised, considering what I know of you.”
The Battlin’ Bostonian only smirked as she laid her elbows on the top rope. “You think you know me? All right, let’s hear it.”
“Well given the length of time since your last appearance on a show of any significance I would have expected a bit more caution in your approach. Of course I suppose it would be rather surprising to see any foresight applied in the ring as you’ve made no effort to do so when it comes to your friends, relationships…. and motherhood.”
Roxie’s smile disappeared as she climbed onto the bottom rope and leaned down to jab a finger at the dark-eyed brunette. “Bad call, bytch. You only get one free pass per match and you just used it in the first minute.”
Winterrest actually took a step forward, the Icy Manipulator clearly daring Roxie to play her game. Smile growing wider by the second, she purred, “I seriously doubt that, Roxanne. According to a certain disreputable segment of the fan base you’re more than welcome to provide all sorts of free passes, provided they happen in the back of Trans-Am with Winger blaring at full vol--”
Roxie grabbed the top rope in both hands and vaulted from the ring to the floor to chase after Elise, who’d took to her heels the instant the blonde went airborne. Far too clever to actually hazard a look back over her shoulder, Winterrest used the crowd noise to judge McCrimmon’s position relative to her own and was satisfied she had at least two lengths on the hot-tempered Bos-- “RRRGGGHHH!”
Cheers from the fans overwhelmed a grunt from Elise when Roxie caught hold of her one-piece and used it to reel the slender brunette into a THWHUMPING Forearm Smash to the small of the back! Winterrest staggered, stepped forward, then buried an elbow in opposing tummy when McCrimmon drew her back for a second shot. Roxie ‘ooofffhed’ hot breath onto her neck so the Malicious Mainer thanked her with a Back Elbow to the chin, then tugged loose and snatched a double handful of hair. From there she reared up on tiptoes and THUNKED Roxie’s forehead into the apron! McCrimmon groaned, started to push away only to break into indignant squealing when the brunette crooked an arm over the back of her head and emphatically scrubbed her face against the rough canvas!
Back in the squared circle proper, Al Carpenter crowded the ropes and barked, “Ok, Elise let’s get it back in the ring! C’mon, don’t make me count!”
Winterrest planted her elbow on the other side of Roxie’s neck so she could rest her cheek on that palm with McCrimmon pinned beneath. “Oh, you make it sound like such a chore, Mr. Carpenter! I assure you, the count is no challenge to endure, what with your lovely speaking voNNNNGGGHHH!”
Rox gouged a trio of elbows into her attacker’s midsection, thus forcing Elise to break away just as Al began the twenty count. Not about to let Winterrest escape with so little hassle following such a ration of shyt talk, McCrimmon caught her by the nape of the neck and bounced her forehead off the apron to settle an earlier debt. Doubling down on her own hair-hold to THUNK Elise’s noggin with more force than prior, Roxie hauled her upright and continued to pull the brunette’s dark locks with extreme prejudice.
“Run your mouth once, just one more time.” the former BFG’er snapped. “Do it and I swear they’ll need half a dozen refs to get me away from you.”
The Icy Manipulator bared her teeth in a smile despite the unpleasantness of the situation. “A threat I won’t take lightly, rest assured. It’s clear you don’t know the first thing about restraint. Or pulling ouNNNNGGGHHH!”
Roxie turned a quarter circle, stormed down the narrow ringside aisle and drove her opponent’s skull into the steel ring-post with an ungodly BWUNK! She’d released her hold on the brunette with the expectation that Winterrest would crumple in a heap, so McCrimmon was mildly irritated when Miss Murder reeled around the corner and continued on, albeit with a considerable shimmer in her knees. “Oh no honey, you’re not slinking away that easily.” Rox said under her breath as she walked down the woozy warrior. “Not until I bounce you offa few more corners.”
The ring steps seemed an excellent way to carry out this threat as they had a plethora of corners and Miss Murder was drawing closer with every step. Setting off down Winterrest’s back-trail once she’d pumped a fist for the FAWNatics, McCrimmon covered the distance in half a dozen long strides, then got low and exploded off her back foot for a Spear that-- Elise spun aside in a wicked pirouette that meant Roxie had no crash-pad when she BWAAANGED the steps hard enough to sent the top half slopping to the floor.
Though possessed of the prankster’s natural urge to stick around for the aftermath of their work, Elise made a beeline for the apron and quickly rolled under the bottom rope to stop Carpenter’s count, which had reached ‘FIFTEEN!’ “Keep it in the ring, Elise.” the zebra warned.
“You worry over nothing, Mr. Carpenter. As if I’d deny myself the amusement of watching this outmatched little gym rat ‘try’ to make her way into the ring before the end of your next laborious count. Go on, get to it then!”
Al did just that, the lanky ref hurrying to the edge of the ring so Roxie was sure to hear the slowly increasing tally. Indeed Roxie could hear it just fine, but going shoulder-first into the side of the steps made actually answering the count a far more difficult proposition. Even so, the pneumatic blonde was up by ‘TEN!’ and had hold of the middle rope at ‘ELEVEN!’
Reentry would’ve occurred in the next second or two at the absolute latest if Winterrest hadn’t hurled herself at the ropes and dropped low to piston her heels into McCrimmon’s chest with a Baseball Slide Dropkick that sent her careening backward in a drunken stumble.
“Dammit Elise, I told you to keep your distance! Let her get in the ring so--”
“Mind your tongue, idiot!” Winterrest snapped as she got to her feet. “I’ll get your precious muscle-head between these ropes sooner than later, but I’ll do it on MY terms. Are we clear?”
She didn’t wait for a confirmation, just turned and ran to the far side of the ring so that she had even more momentum when she headed back at McCrimmon. Most FAWN fans didn’t think ‘high flyer’ when they thought of Miss Murder, however that seemed likely to change when she sprang onto the top rope and launched herself into the aether with a gorgeous Plancha that brought her SMECKING down atop Roxanne McCrimmon mere heartbeats after the blonde steadied her footing!
Rolling away from the landing with all the grace of a Daly or a London, Elise popped to her feet and strutted over to Roxie, who was curled up on one side clutching at her throbbing shoulder. Hands on her hips, Winterrest nudged the other woman’s tummy with the toe of her boot and exclaimed, “NOW we can get in the ring.”
McCrimmon swatted the encroaching boot away, rolled to all fours and suffered a kick to the ribs for her efforts. “Despite my best efforts you’re clearly not learning.” Elise sighed in the midst of hauling Roxie to boot-leather courtesy a double handful of hair. “The ring is mine. The surrounding environs are mine. And my will is not to be defied by the likes of you!”
To emphasize this point she got bullied her blonde into a Side Headlock, forced her cheek down against the edge of the apron and set off on a slow walk to the next corner!
“AAAAHHHHH SHYT!” Roxie wailed as the abrasive surface draaaaaaaaagged on her skin. “EVIL BYTCH, GET OFFA MENNNNGGGGHHH!”
Winterrest abandoned the Headlock for a single handful of hair, more than enough control for her to BWUNG the blonde’s forehead against the ring-post. The crowd groaned over the heavy impact, though McCrimmon’s supporters found cause for hope when their heroine hooked an arm around the steel to maintain verticality. Alas, Elise Winterrest lived for dashing the hopes of her opposition AND their fans, as evidenced by the gaudy wedgie she inflicted on Rox’s briefs en route to rolling her under the bottom rope. The Icy Manipulator slid in behind her, pushed to one knee and would’ve gone for the hair if she hadn’t noticed the Bostonian wearily adjusting her distended briefs.
“Lets have none of that.” Elise slapped McCrimmon’s hand away, caught hold of that disarrayed lyrca and gave it another heartless yank.
“Goddammit!” Roxie hissed as the wedgie forced her to sit up. “Why are you such a miserable cuNNEERRRRRRRGGHHH!”
Winterrest hooked two fingers in the other wrestler’s nose and pulled back at a vicious angle. “That’s not very polite is it?” she tittered. “I happen to think I’m an excellent cunning strategist!”
Al Carpenter had no thoughts on the subject one way or the other, he was far more concerned with that ugly nostril hook and expressed his displeasure in the form of a count that hit ‘FOUR!’ far quicker than Winterrest would’ve liked. “Your bias is showing, Carpenter.” Elise murmured as she relinquished her cattier grips for a perfectly legal Chinlock. “Why the sympathy for this overmatched lout? It can’t be sympathy for blondes, considering your beloved is not nearly so vulnerable as dear Roxie. Perhaps you concern for her daughter and all the pitfalls she’ll face all due to her mother’s incompeteHUUURRRGGGHH!”
McCrimmon tore her way free from the brunette’s clutches, whipped around on one knee and wrapped both hands around Elise’s throat! “No more warnings, witch.” Rox growled. “Your ass officially belongs to me now.”
“C’mon Rox, you can’t just throttle her!” Al warned. “Break the choke right now!”
The BFG’er shook her head ‘no’ as she twisted her head to the side to avoid Winterrest’s questing claws. “Can’t do that, Al.” she told him. “Gonna have to hear a four first.”
“ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
“EEERRRGGGGHH!”
The Malicious Mainer hastened her release by perhaps a half a second thanks to the thumb she finally jabbed in McCrimmon’s right eye! Freeing herself from the blonde’s mitts with a satisfied grunt, Elise palmed the back of Rox’s head in one hand so she could raaaaaaaake her eyes with the other!
“Dammit Elise, watch the eyes!”
“I did!” she keened in a mock-whine. “I watched them well with tears just this instant!” Snickering, Miss Murder pinked her foe’s cheek with a single slap, then doubled down on a hair-hold to haul the hardbody blonde to boot-leather. A quick Bionic Elbow to the bridge of the nose kept McCrimmon’s eyes watery and otherwise unreliable long enough for Winterrest to slip one arm through Roxie’s legs and another over one shoulder. From there she popped her hips and scooped McCrimmon up like it was nothing, the malevolent bendyback demonstrating surprising strength against her heavier foe. With Rox reduced to little more than disoriented laundry, Elise strutted toward the nearest corner, turned to one side and PLANTED her burden on the deck with a textbook Scoop Slam. Once that was settled the Icy Manipulator planted a boot in McCrimmon’s midriff en route to claiming a mount on the second rope.
“Something tells me that Roxanne will be in the care of the infirmary overnight.” Winterrest told the jeering FAWNatics. “Which means poor Jess will be in need of a babysitter. Any of you idiots willing to give me a character reference? I’m wonderful with children.”
This was greeted with emphatic denials all ‘round, so Elise dismissed them with a sniff, grabbed the top rope in both hands and launched herself backward into the void, both knees raised to hip level so they THWHUMPED down flush on Roxie’s gulping midsection. Rox ‘oooooffffhed’ and slopped to one side only for the brunette to force her to her back so she could hook the far leg for…
SLINGSHOT DOUBLE KNEE DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RdYP0qTu2Rw
ONE…
TWO…
The battlin’ Bostonian kicked free just after ‘TWO’, a show of determination Elise acknowledged without respecting in the slightest. Judging her target a little too close to the ropes for comfort, Winterrest hooked McCrimmon at ankle and wrist and draaaaagged her out into the middle of the ring. “You’ve proven durable, I’ll give you that much.” Miss Murder said after she’d stood up and pulled down the pad sheathing her right knee. “However tenacity does not mean talent and I can only play with my food for so long before it starts growing tiresome. So in an effort to expedite the process…”
Positioned off the downed blonde’s right shoulder, Elise took to the skies with her right knee drawn high for a heavy impact against the--NO! She landed easily on the other side of her opponent’s head and flicked her right foot back, thus scuffing a bytchy little kick across the side of Roxie’s face.
WHAT A BYTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOt61R-axOY
“I’m afraid I lied, dear heart.” Elise teased over the infuriated jeers of the FAWNatics. “I’ll NEVER grow tired of playing with the likes of you.”
Rox muttered something rather unkind so Winterrest plunged her fingers into the blonde’s hair and dragged her to her knees like a woozy penitent. “Poor, hapless Roxanne.” the Wolf murmured. “No one ever bothered to tell you it’s not nearly enough to simply LOOK like a wrestlNGH! NGH! NGH!”
McCrimmon palmed her tormentor’s hips in both hands to hold Elise steady while she THWHUMPED a trifecta of Headbutts into the pit of her stomach. Rising only when she’d forced Winterrest to give a little ground, Roxie indulged in a savage handful of hair and a single Headbutt that landed directly between the brunette’s eyes. “That feel like I’m pretending, bytch?” she huffed. “Don’t rush to answer, I’ll wait until your head cleaAAEEERRRHHHH!”
Elise struck with the speed and malevolence of a viper, just raaaaaaaaaking both hands down the other woman’s face! Wresting her way from McCrimmon’s grasp immediately thereafter, she laid claim to the blonde’s wrist and her charging across the squared circle with-- Rox dug in her heels and sent Miss Murder to the strands in her place. This didn’t put Elise out in the slightest, she simply went airborne, landed on the second rope and launched herself backward, the vicious vixen already reaching over one shoulder to snag Roxie’s head in a Three Quarter Facelo--‘OOOOOOHHHHHH!’
Cheers of surprise and delight from the FAWNatics when McCrimmon twisted to one side and hooked her right arm across the back of Elise’s neck while her left hooked the airborne battler behind her left knee. Holding Winterrest aloft in this awkward looking Cradle, Roxie suddenly went up on tiptoe, spun around in a full circle and dropped to her knees to THAWHAM Elise down on the back of her head and shoulders via a big ol’ pull of Boston Pop’skull! Far leg still hooked after impact, Roxie made no effort to hide the forearm she ground against Elise’s jaw during the count of…
BOSTON POP'SKULL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMARKQ1EP_Q
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Winterrest got a shoulder off the mat with half a heartbeat to spare. The FAWNatics booed the brunette’s resilience, but McCrimmon didn’t look the slightest bit disappointed, in fact she looked quite relieved. The reason for this revealed itself when Rox swung a leg over Miss Murder’s midsection to claim a full mount. Filling one hand with Elise’s hair, she yanked the smaller wrestler’s noggin off the mat and PWAAAKED a straight right hand into her hairline. “Really, REALLY glad that didn’t finish you off.” she said with a grin. “Would’ve hated to worry about Al reversing the decision because I wasn’t through whipping your ass after the bell.”
Elise reached up and grabbed hold of her attacker’s wrist in an effort to defend against further shelling. “Huuhhh… spiteful AND unsportsmanlike. What a wonderful example you’re setting for your NNNGGGHH!”
The Beantown Bombshell bounced Winterrest’s skull like a basketball to scatter her defenses, then went back to work on her forehead with those heavy, workingwoman right hands. Now Al Carpenter didn’t count himself a fan of the Icy Manipulator (none of the referees did, save for Merle, and Merle liked everyone) but he was a stickler for the rules regardless of who was breaking them so he was hovering over the action after only a few seconds of blonde pugilistics. “All right Rox, open that hand! You know better!”
McCrimmon did, not that it made her like Elise’s face even a tiny bit more. Flattening her fist into a paddle, she CRAAACKED the brunette’s cheek, then took her features between thumb and forefingers and smooshed them into a galling fish-face. “How’s that, Al?” Rox asked the zebra. “Is that any bettERRRHH not a chance, bytch!”
Elise had slashed her nails down McCrimmon’s cheek but it would’ve been her eyes if the wary battler hadn’t turned her head at just the right time. Snatching Winterrest’s wrists hard enough to feel bones grind, Roxie THWHUMPED it against the deck. “I knew we weren’t playing rough enough for you.” The fish-face disappeared in exchange for a hard slap on the mouth and another brain-rattling collision with the canvas. Roxie had plenty more to say to the Malicious Mainer, but Carpenter was in the middle of his count so she got to her feet and forced Elise to do the same. From there she shifted to a perfectly legal Wristlock which in turn powered the extremely energetic Irish Whip that sent Winterrest hurtling across the canvas on a sharp diagonal.
Always aware of her place in the squared circle, Elise noted corner rushing in to meet her and managed to swing around in a half circle just before the top turnbuckle BWUUUNGED between her shoulders. Teeth clenched in wordless agony, the wounded Wolf of Winter careened back toward the middle of the ring, Winterrest actually on tiptoe until the moment Roxie strode in and PAK-PAKKED her chin with a pair of straight rights! Elise stumbled in a fencepost hole and went down on one knee, the stunned bendyback planting her right hand to keep off of all fours. Grudgingly impressed with the brunette’s chin, McCrimmon took a step back and let out a low whistle just to get Winterrest’s attention. Twisting around on her right foot the very instant Elise’s head started to move, Roxie came out on the far side with her right arm already flung back for the low angle Lariat she THAWHUMPED across her opponent’s defenseless chest! Miss Murder went down in a heap and McCrimmon landed atop her, the pneumatic blonde powerhouse hooking the far leg in a cradle good for…
LOW ANGLE DISCUS LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lpVtXvCq1B8
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Elise stuffed a hand under Roxie’s chin and shoved hard, forcing her to abandon the cover. “Oh good, you’re still feeling tough.” Rox muttered after filling her hands with Elise’s dark hair. “Means I don’t have to feel bad about piling on.”
“Daahhh.. dear, I’ve seen your roots.” Elise groaned. “I’m certain you’ve never felt bad about anything in the whole of your miserable liWHOOOAAAHH!”
McCrimmon sent Winterrest on her way with another Irish Whip. The BWUUNG that followed was just as cringe-worthy as the one preceding it, as was Elise’s awkward shuffle forward, though this was severely truncated, reversed even, when Roxie soared in and CRUSHED her target against the thinly-sheathed steel with an Avalanche Splash. “Oh, I’ve felt bad about plenty, cupcake.” Rox cooed as she draped Winterrest’s arms over the top strand. “But I’m damned sure not gonna feel bad about THIS!”
‘This’ started out as an alternating trifecta of open hand chops to the chest and forearm smashes to the jaw. These were followed by three knee-shivering Headbutts, Roxie holding Elise’s head stable with two vengeful fistfuls of hair. She then used that double fisted grip to flip the Icy Manipulator out of the corner, depositing Winterrest on her tush with her back to the Beantown Bombshell. Alas, this did nothing for her safety, as Roxie promptly tried her hand (errr, foot) as an amateur chiropractor by delivering three short, stiff kicks to her spine. McCrimmon then switched plant legs, which allowed her to THWONK a pair of quick knees into the side of Elise’s skull. Savoring the feel of her fingers in the brunette’s hair, Roxie looked out at the crowd and called, “AIN’T NO PARTY LIKE A VIOLENCE PARTY!” to which the CNP throng replied, ‘CUZ A VIOLENCE PARTY DON’T STOP!’ And indeed it did not, as McCrimmon doubled her prey over and unleashed a high-speed quartet of kicks to face before finally, mercifully, straightening her up for a brutal Standing Clothesline that left Miss Murder flat on her back and Roxie down on one knee.
VIOLENCE PARTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GDuqpbZATV4
The FAWNatics urged McCrimmon to go for a cover and while it was undoubtedly wise, the BFG’er still felt like she was behind on points and that simply could not stand. With Elise in absolutely no condition to stop her, Rox grabbed the brunette at shoulder and hip and rolled her onto her stomach, then climbed aboard so that the curve of her butt was snug in the hollow of Winterrest’s lower back. “I’m sure if our positions were reversed you’d run your mouth about how you’re gonna make me beg and plead, how I’ll scream myself hoarse before you let me go, the same sort of bullshyt I’ve heard since day one.” McCrimmon hunched forward, claimed possession of Elise’s elbows and yanked ‘em backward so she could drape the Mainer’s biceps over her thighs. “I won’t waste my breath on that sort of garbage, but I’ll make you a promise though.” Roxie secured an S-grip beneath Winterrest’s chin and CRAAAAAAAAAAAAANKED up on the Camel Clutch until her foe was almost looking into the overhead lights. “You’re going to apologize before I let you go. Understand me, Elise? Your submission doesn’t mean jack to me, but that apology…” She eased off the hold a little, then redoubled her efforts and sure enough Winterrest had a great view of the arena lights.
CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=USM4dls7pGI
Far more concerned with a potential submission than his blonde charge, Al dropped to one knee beside the action and asked, “What do you say, Elise? Do you need me to call it?”
Winterrest clawed and gouged at the back of Rox’s thighs without any noticeable success. Even so, she managed a pained smile when she shook her head ‘no’. “Roxanne’s upper body strength is as questionable as her parenting, Algernon. I would however like to apologize to sweet little Jess for having to waste some of her hard-earned allowance money on a ‘World’s Best Mom’ mug for such an obvious frauAARRRRGGGGHHH!”
Disgusted by the sound of her daughter’s name in Elise’s mouth, Roxie halved her Chinlock, balled that free hand into a fist and pounded three hard shots into the brunette’s nose!
“All right, Rox! No more of those closed fists, understand?” McCrimmon nodded in earnest before delivering one final shot to Winterrest’s nose, thus earning herself an ‘I’m watching you’ finger point from the official. The blonde paid him no mind, her focus was on yanking out Elise’s hair in great handfuls now that she’d relinquished the Chinlock entirely. Peeling the sputtering battler to her feet, Rox doubled her over with a Toe Kick, then reeled her into a Standing Headscissors and secured a Double Underhook immediately thereafter.
“Al’s kind enough that he doesn’t want to see me splatter your nose all over my fist.” McCrimmon explained as she made a point of turning Elise’s backside toward the hard camera. “Too bad he can’t do anything about me splattering you all over the canvas.” She dipped her knees and spun / hoisted Miss Murder up until her tush was snug against Roxie’s chest. Then the Beantown Bombshell switched from Underhook to Waistlock and dropped to her knees to THAWHAM Winterrest down on the back of her skull with a thunderous Double Underhook Powerbomb! The impact left Elise splayed at the bottom of a brand new crater, giving McCrimmon plenty of time to stretch out over her chest and hook the far leg. Just like that Carpenter and the FAWNatics were counting off…
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UKTWfg38qII
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Elise wrenched free of the cradle, an irritating reminder that she wasn’t all talk and cheap shots. Rocked back on her knees beside the weary brunette, Rox raked a hand through her hair and showed three fingers to Al more on instinct than actual belief. Sure enough he confirmed the near fall, so she filled her hands with Elise’s hair for the second time in as many minutes and hauled her up for another round of Southie “GUUHHRRK!”
Winterrest slapped the blonde’s hands away, crossed her wrists in an ‘X’ and jammed the far end under Roxie’s chin as hard as she could! Eyes welling after the ugly throat chop, McCrimmon started to pull away but the Icy Manipulator snatched a wrist and sent her to the ropes with NO! Rox dug in her heels, doubled down on the Wristlock and sent Elise in her place. Pleased with any sort of reprieve from the Destroyer’s grasp, Winterrest came off the strands in a flat out run, her left arm already pulling back for a Forearm Smash trained on-- ‘OOOOOOOH!’ went the sold out crowd when Roxie stuffed her hands into Elise’s midriff and launched her into the lights. Moving into place beneath her abruptly airborne antagonist, McCrimmon turned a quarter circle and raised her arms just enough to catch Winterrest atop her shoulders in a picture perfect Fireman’s Carry. Hooking the Wolf at neck and thigh even as the crowd roared ‘BOSTON MASSACRE!’
Roxie went up on tiptoe and “NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!” Desperate to avoid more of the blonde’s high-powered offense, Elise gouged the point of her elbow into McCrimmon’s cheek half a dozen times in half as many seconds. “Put me DOWN, mother dearest.” Winterrest growled. “Or I’ll WHOOAAAOOOFFFFFHHH!” The Battlin’ Bostonian did as her rival asked only after slinging Elise up and dropping to one knee, all the better to THWHUMP the brunette down on her posted thigh for an improvised Gutbuster.
“You’ll what?” Roxie swatted Winterrest’s glutes to make sure she knew just how little weight those threats carried. “Whimper and squirm a little louder? That’s just fine with me, honey.”
It absolutely wasn’t fine with Miss Murder, alas McCrimmon didn’t give a damn and neither did the crowd, as evidenced by the raucous applause when Rox muscled her burden from the Gutbuster to a full extension Military Press in one smooth motion! “BYTCH WANTS ME TO PUT HER DOWN!” Roxie roared to everyone within the sound of her voice. “THINK I SHOULD?” Those assembled for Cold November Pain thought this an excellent idea indeed, especially when the green-clad powerhouse swung toward the side of the ring facing the stage and strode toward the ropes with a wicked little glint in her eye. Carpenter hurried along beside his charges, the referee powerless to stop McCrimmon’s plans but forcing himself to chronicle Winterrest’s fall from “AAARRHH F*CK!”
Elise reached down with one hand and jabbed a thumb into Roxie’s right eye! Moving too fast to stop entirely, the big blonde hit the strands at a lurch just slow enough for Elise to land on the apron and not the barely-padded floor. Exhilarated and incensed by her near brush with catastrophe, Elise palmed McCrimmon’s head in both hands and doubled down on her earlier effort by gouging her thumbs into the Beantown Bombshell’s eyes! Roxie shrieked aloud but freed herself with a rough shove before Carpenter could even get in place for a warning. Yet removing Winterrest’s thumbs actually did very little for her vision, so she knuckled at both watering eyes in hopes of “NNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHH!”
The Malicious Mainer vaulted over the rubber-coated steel, caught Rox’s noggin in a perfect Three Quarters Facelock and laid out on her back to PLANT the other woman’s face on the deck with special ‘point blank’ Bullet With A Name. Flopped onto her back by the leftover momentum, McCrimmon wasn’t even aware of the cover until she heard the crowd tolling…
BULLET WITH A NAME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JYMed-Ljkjo
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Rox saved herself with half a heartbeat to spare thanks to a shove that sent Winterrest sprawling toward the nearest corner while she herself made for the center of the squared circle. “You ok, Rox?” Al asked after he’d knelt beside the blonde. “Eyes clearing?”
Roxie blinked several times, then nodded. “A little blurry, but I’ll be fine. Bytch isn’t going to--”
“I’m fine too, thanks!” Elise chirped from over one shoulder. “No need to check on me, it’s not like some slut with EXTREMELY poor decision making skills tried to hurl me halfway up the ramp!”
McCrimmon wheeled around and clambered to her feet as Winterrest did the same. “Halfway?” the blonde chided. “Bytch, I was aiming for the stage!”
“Yet another area of your life where you fall short, then.” Elise cooed. “Oh, you’re mascara’s running dear. Makes you look a bit like a tawdry raccoon. Go ahead and fix it before you embarrass your daughter any--” Rox charged the brunette with murder on her mind, unfortunately that was exactly what the Icy Manipulator wanted. Diving to one side when McCrimmon was almost upon her, Winterrest tangled the blonde’s feet in her own and sent Roxie flying forehead-first into the second turnbuckle, or rather, the second turnbuckle ring, as she’d removed the pad while the Bostonian tended to her watery eyes. Rox hit with an ugly ‘BWUUUNG’ and stayed rooted to the spot because fate had been cruel enough to drape her arms over the middle rope.
'MURDEROUS' DROP TOE HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHSfBsOtm6U
Sensing something was amiss, Al moved to check on McCrimmon only to throw himself out of harm’s way when Elise rushed in from halfway across the ring to THWHUMP both knees into the penitent blonde’s shoulders! Winterrest bounced away from the impact like it was nothing, Roxie on the other hand tumbled onto her back in an ugly sprawl with one hand absently checking on the gash across her forehead.
“Oh jeeze Rox, hold on--”
“Don’t get soft on me, Carpenter.” Winterrest snapped as she peeled the bloodied blonde off the mat. “Head wounds like that ALWAYS bleed buckets and they’re ALWAYS superficial. I’m sure everyone’s favorite single mother is just fine.” Al wasn’t nearly as confident but Elise didn’t leave him much room for argument as she’d already marched the wounded wrestler well away from the strands and butterflied her arms with a rough Double Underhook. Aware of nothing but the red film covering her vision, Rox was still trying to blink the world clear when Winterrest muscled her upside down. Everything went black after that, Elise laying out on her back to SPIKE McCrimmon’s skull against the deck!
MURDER MOST FOUL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qnYuqZbEoXY
Transformed from contender to crime scene by Murder Most Foul, Rox tumbled onto her back and didn’t even groan when Elise planted one hand on her chest and the other on her fluttering tummy. Eyes alight with the hatred raining down upon her, Winterrest didn’t actually say a word, but she clearly mouthed along with the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Miss Murder pushed Roxie’s head to the side with a scuffing little shove, then popped to her feet and made a show of raaaaaaaaaking her nails down the stylized slashes in her one-piece while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… ELISE WINTERREST!”
A FAWN medic hit the ring at once so Al stood up and peeled off one glove. “I’ll raise your hand in a sec, Elise. Just need to--”
“Oh, don’t take them off on my account.” Winterrest cooed softly. “The red adds a nice pop to my outfit, don’t you think?”
Carpenter removed the gloves anyway, earning a sigh of disappointment from the brunette when he raised her hand. Shifting her attention to the camera, Winterrest’s irritation blossomed into anger when she saw it honing in on victim rather than perpetrator. “Eyes on me, idiot.” Already close when it swung in her direction, Elise reached out and grabbed hold to make sure it couldn’t go anywhere. “Is it a closer look you want? Allow me to provide some in-depth analysis.”
The Icy Manipulator spun away, pushed the medic aside and swiped her hand across Roxie’s forehead in a single showy pass. McCrimmon cursed and shoved the brunette back a step, so Winterrest drove a stomp into her belly just because. Stalking back to the camera, she latched on with her clean hand so she could smear the bloodied one across the lens!
“Is that close enough?” she asked through the bleary crimson stain. “Do you feel as shaken… as vulnerable… as hurt… as Mommy Dearest over there? I do hope so, but if not, have no fear. Because Miss Murder’s spree is just getting started.”
With that she swatted the camera aside and stormed out of frame, leaving the feed to focus on Roxie and the medic until it cut away to a hype package for the IC Title tilt.