Post by hawkeye on May 11, 2020 0:53:06 GMT
"The next match is a dumpster match! There will be no pinfalls, no submissions, no count-outs and no disqualification.", the announcer paused to emphasize the no DQ rule. "The only way to win this match is to throw your opponent into a dumpster then close the lid!"
"Introducing first! From Singapore, she stands at 5 feet 4 inches tall and weighs in at 118 pounds tonight...she is THE CELESTIAL STUNNER..ESTRINA STARFIRE!"
ESTRINA STARFIRE:
Mountain Song
www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3j3mIXASfw
The legions of Stargazers cheer as the music blasts from the arena speakers. A curtain of fog oozes down from the titantron with a spotlight shining brightly at the gorilla position, revealing a familiar silhouette. As the music hits the high note, a cannonade of pyrotechnics fire up into the air. And out of the dispersing fog comes the Asian superstar, clad in white one piece with red knee pads and white boots, arms spread into a wide 'T' with a striking red cape trailing behind her.
"That bitch's gonna pay for costing me my match! Time for some spring cleaning!" Estrina angrily declares as she points to the dumpster right before the ring.
"And before I throw her into the dumpster, I'm going wipe down my armpits with her fa...UGHHHHH!!!", before Estrina can even complete her sentence, a familiar pixie-haired figure emerges from the lingering fog and THWACKS Estrina’s head with a garbage can lid.
The attacker is, none other than the Boarding School Princess, Elizabeth Cromwell. For tonight, Elizabeth's boy-cut spandex trunks barely reach below the soft curve of her glutes. The initials ‘BSP’ are emblazoned in bold white strokes across her backside. Above is the familiar sports bra, containing a twisting blend of the colors of her UK with a black outline of the British flag on her right breast. White boots and black pads finish the attire.
ELIZABETH CROMWELL:
"What was it you were saying again?", Cromwell lifts the lid high in the air and smashes it into the lats of The Celestial Stunner, flattening her on the entrance ramp. The attendees turn into a jeering mob as the assault continues until the can lid is deformed beyond recognition.
"She asked for this!", Lizzie angrily tosses the deformed metal away. "Now watch me take out this rancid trash!"
The Brit Brat rips Starfire's cape away as she yanks her up by the hair, dragging her right before the ring and slamming her face first into the dumpster cover. Estrina spirals away as her face bounces off the dumpster but Cromwell quickly stops her from wandering off with a tug of her togs. Repositioning her grasp to her foe’s bottoms and hair, Cromwell spins Starfire around and throws her into the ring, sliding in shortly after.
The referee immediately calls the bell and the match is official.
Inside the ring, Cromwell walks up to the struggling Starfire and gives her a few angry stomps into the small of her back, forcing her into the corner. Starfire struggles to her feet with the help of the ropes when Lizzie grabs her hair from behind.
"You see what you have done to my hair huh? You know how much this costs me? How many pay-per-views I had to miss due to how hideous I look? Do you? DO YOU?", Cromwell screams hysterically in Starfire's face.
Not taking her gesture kindly, Starfire shoves the Boarding School Princess away, "Don't blame me bitch, you willingly put your hair on the line...", Estrina hisses under her breath, provoking the Liverpool native to charge at her.
Estrina ducks under the incoming clothesline, effectively switching positions with Cromwell and begins pummeling away. Lizzie immediately cowers behind raised arms as Estrina continues to throw stinging haymakers. The Celestial Stunner then grabs her by the little hair Lizzie has left and drags her along the ropes. Pressing Elizabeth into the rubber-coated steel, Etsrina whips her across--No-- Cromwell plants her foot hard into the canvas and counter whips Starfire across the ring. Lizzie follows Estrina up till the center while Starfire continues to hit the ropes and return. The Liverpool native extends an arm, looking to clock the Singaporean with a clothesline but Estrina ducks under and makes a b-line for the ropes behind her. Bouncing off from another set of ropes, Estrina stretches her body in mid-air and takes Elizabeth down with running Crossbody!
RUNNING CROSSBODY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ynHRKDPD2Ck
Estrina rises to her knee and continues to smash forearms into the freckled fighter until she's sufficiently punchdrunk before popping right up to her feet to rally the crowd with a bellow.
"Come on Lizzie! Get up!", Starfire demands as she stalks behind a struggling Cromwell. Once up on her feet, The Celestial Stunner quickly catches her foe in a waistlock. Cromwell shakes her head 'No" and quickly catches on to the ref's shirt collar for an anchor. She shoots a hindkick between Starfire's legs.
"UGHHH!!!" Starfire clutches her crotch and mewls, knees knocking into each other as she sinks. But before that can happen, the evil Brit pries Estrina's hands off and shoots another stiff kick into her cooch. Starfire's face wrinkles in agony, almost on the verge of tears as she collapses onto the mat and rolls towards the ropes.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Cromwell asks. “You only get to leave with the rest of the garbage.”
Lizzie grabs an ankle and drags Estrina caveman-style back to the middle. She raises Starfire’s right leg high and SLAMS her foe’s knee into the deck. Starfire winces in pain, drawing the leg in close to protect it from another attack.
“I’ve been waiting SO LONG for this night,” Elizabeth growls as she latches onto the Singaporean’s head with both hands and slowly maneuvers Estrina back to her feet. “Tonight. I finally prove once and for all who’s better!”
The strawberry-blonde bobbed BSP runs Starfire to the nearest buckles as fast as Estrina’s limp can get her there and THWUMPS the Asian’s face into the top buckle. But Cromwell’s far from satisfied, yanking her rival’s features back with a tug of ebony locks and RAMS Estrina’s face into the thinly-padded junction, seven, eight, NINE…TEN TIMES! The crowd counts along out of habit and the enraged Brit delights in giving Starfire the full set. She turns Estrina to face her, grin firmly affixed and jabs a pair of fingers into the Asian’s dark pools.
Estrina shrieks in surprise and alarm, momentarily blinded. She takes a pair of wild, sightless cuts at Elizabeth, Cromwell backing out of range and chuckling at the length of how much Estrina is missing her. Pivoting and lifting her right leg, the bobbed Cromwell stuffs a boot sole under Estrina’s chin, pushing back and choking the Celestial Stunner while pinning her into the corner. The ref watches silently with no threat of disqualification available to break the hold. Estrina’s face flushes as she gasps for air, desperately grasping at Elizabeth’s ankle.
Lizzie brings her boot back to the canvas and spins Starfire to look over the edge of the ring, pressing her chest tight to the cables.
“Look,” Elizabeth shouts, pointing at the open dumpster, “That’s where you’re…oh shit…you can’t see.”
Estrina’s welled eyes clearly limit her vision though she’s close enough to find Cromwell’s shoulders with her palms and shoves the short-haired Englishwoman several steps away. Starfire wheels out from the vicinity of the stench from the dumpster below, not wanting to be that close without being in control. Elizabeth stalks her prey, no longer sure of how much her foe can see. She leaps at Estrina and the Stunner is still handicapped enough, Cromwell able to close in and pull Starfire into a tight side headlock.
Lizzie wrenches away on the Asian’s skull, trying to put a crook in her foe’s neck. She drives a boot into the pit of Estrina’s near knee, forcing the former champion to kneel next to the raging BSP. At Estrina’s side, Cromwell lifts a knee, pushing it into Starfire’s temple while wrapping her hands around the opposite side of Starfire’s braincase. Laying out, she lands heavily on the canvas, driving that knee harshly into the side of Estrina’s cranium with a nasty Facebreaker.
Facebreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=NKYGLhSKNqU )
Estrina whiplashes away from the impact, ending on her back in a wide starfish as the crowd ‘OOOOHS’ at the violent impact. Lizzie dives on top out of instinct but when she hears no count, she rises to her knees sheepishly. She turns to the snickering crowd.
“Had her pinned for three there, in case you didn’t know.”
With Estrina laid out and going nowhere, Elizabeth heads for the outside, dropping to the floor. She ducks her head under the skirt of the apron and emerges with a metal garbage can. She tosses it in but then goes back for more, this time popping her cute bob of strawberry blonde out, a kendo stick within her greedy palms. Apparently enough for now, she slides back in and hops to her feet. In the interim, Estrina’s made it to her knees, but her sight is still questionable, eyes still red from abuse.
Lizzie lifts the stick overhead with a two-handed grip and brings it flashing down toward her foe’s forehead. With inches to spare, Estrina gets both hands up in a cup and intercepts, halting the impact and wrapping her own hands around the lethal end, Cromwell’s eyes wide with shock. Lizzie tries to pull the weapon away as Estrina rises, but it quickly devolves into a tug of war. First, Cromwell yanking Starfire toward her then vice versa, both intent on rapping out a tune on the other’s body.
Finally, Estrina drives a toe kick into the freckled tummy of the Englishwoman. Lizzie doubles with a breathless ‘GUHHH’ and Starfire rips the stick away from the British brat. With Cromwell still bent at the waist, Estrina transfers the handle side to her clenching fingers and brings the bamboo whistling down across Elizabeth’s back. THWACK!
Lizzie HOWLS in pain as she arches, staggering away from the impact, a welt quickly growing across her back. But Starfire isn’t done, THWACKING TWO, THREE, FOUR and FIVE across Cromwell’s spine, Elizabeth begging off as she retreats to a corner. But Starfire wants more, this time taking aim at Elizabeth’s skull. The Brit ducks low enough the top buckle intercepts the collision before cracking into Lizzie’s pixie.
The miss gives the Brit an opportunity and she drives a European Uppercut under her foe’s chin, Estrina’s head snapping back, the kendo stick, dribbling from her fingers. Grabbing the Singaporean’s head in a ¾ facelock, Elizabeth turns her foe to face the middle and snap mares Starfire to a seat on the mat. Behind her bitter rival, Lizzie sinks both sets of fingers into Starfire’s dark locks and gets catty, RIPPING Estrina up by her follicles and THUMPING her back down with a hair-pull mat slam.
Hair-pull Mat Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7NM1qOUILA ).
Cromwell pulls out some leftover strands that remain in her mitts and dramatically tosses them up in air as the crowd rains down boos on the brat. Returning to Estrina’s mane, Lizzie sinks her nails into Estrina’s scalp again and pulls Starfire to her feet. She captures Estrina in another side headlock and walks the wobbly Asian to the cables, pushing her face down on the top one. With fanfare, the vengeful BSP rubs Starfire’s eyes down the length of the ring with her signature Saturday Evening Constitutional.
Estrina squirms within Elizabeth’s grip but can’t break free until Cromwell’s gone from buckle to buckle, again blinding the Asian then THWUMPING Estrina’s face into the top buckle for an encore.
The freckled warrior leads a teary-eyed Estrina to the ropes nearest the dumpster. She dips and wraps her arms around a thigh and tries to lift the Celestial Stunner up and over. Not entirely sure where she is, Starfire can tell from the concern of the crowd where her landing spot might be and she snakes her arms around the top strand, hanging on for dear life as the determined and self-proclaimed Best Brit Ever tries to shovel Starfire over ropes and into the garbage below.
Hanging tightly onto the ropes, Estrina's legs flail even harder as soon as she realizes Cromwell is about to throw her into the dumpster. Eventually, one leg breaks free and boots Elizabeth in the face, sending her backpedaling into the center. Determined to send her opponent into the dumpster, The Boarding School Princess charges with a clothesline, but Estrina doubles down and tips Cromwell over the top rope. Now in the predicament Estrina was in, Elizabeth's eyes widen in shock as she grabs the top ropes tightly, shaking her head 'no'. The fired-up Starfire forcefully rips Cromwell off the ropes with a yank of her legs, causing the Boarding School Princess to fall flat on her front.
"NGGGHH!", Cromwell groans and curls into a fetal position. "You wanna play rough! I can play rough!" Estrina growls as she pulls the freckled fighter to her feet and drags her back in near the metal garbage can. The Celestial Stunner snaps back and SPIKES Cromwell headfirst into the garbage can, her straightened body dropping flat on her back shortly after the violent impact.
"You like that? Lizzie? YOU LIKE THAT?", the incensed Estrina bawls out as she sits up beside Cromwell. "Now get up!", Estrina snarls as she pulls the barely conscious Cromwell back to her feet, keen on dishing out more punishment on her nemesis.
Starfire bullies The Boarding School Princess into the corner and blasts her with several forearms to her cheeks for good measure before striding to the furthest corner with a raised jaunty finger. The Celestial Stunner turns around and charges at the Brit at full speed, smashing the air out of Cromwell's chest with double knees!
METEORA
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NfMzCPY6U3Y
Starfire raises her finger into the air, "ONE MORE TIME!", as Cromwell slumps to a seat in her corner. The Celestial Stunner backtracks into the opposite corner and charges at Elizabeth once more. This time, she plants her double knees hard in the face of the Boarding School Princess!
SEATED METEORA
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KCX3AbkUvkE
Cromwell clutches her face in pain after the impact, slowly sliding out of the ring while Starfire rallies the crowd.
"She couldn't beat me last time. She's not going to beat me EVER!", the Celestial Stunner boldly proclaims in the center of the ring while Elizabeth struggles to her feet outside.
Estrina hits the ropes on the far side of the ring and sprints across the ring at full speed, diving through the ropes, throwing her entire body at Elizabeth!
SUICIDE DIVE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aGVj8OVC9BI
"URGHH!!!" Elizabeth grunts as the force sends her back first into the barricade, coming off it with a few steps before dropping to her knees. Not nearly done, Estrina rises to her feet and fires a stiff kick into Lizzie, THWACKING her chest THREE, FOUR, FIVE TIMES as the crowd chants along before a brain rattling kick to the head!
MULTIPLE KICKS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0jgngUFhXas
"Had enough yet? Time to take you out!", Estrina snarls as she raises the battered Cromwell to her feet and drags her through the shortest route to the open dumpster.
"But before you go...", Starfire stops in her tracks and smashes Cromwell's head onto the ring apron, spinning her around.
"You got some cleaning to do.", the sweat-soaked Singaporean snickers as she raises her right arm up and rubs her armpit onto Cromwell's face with the crowd chanting "PIT RAG! PIT RAG! PIT RAG!".
Clearly not enjoying the face treatment, even in her semi-conscious state, Cromwell tiredly shoves her opponent off.
"Ughh..." Cromwell wipes the funk off her face in disgust as she drops to a seat and tries to escape under the ring.
"Where do you think you're going?" Starfire questions as she grabs onto Lizzie's ankle.
"GET AWAY YOU SWEAT FREAK! GET LOST!" Cromwell protests with her body halfway under the ring. The Glistening Goddess finally drags the Liverpool native out but is immediately greeted with a surprise spray into the eyes!
"AHHH!! MY EYES! GAWD! IT BURNS!" Starfire screams in pain, rubbing her eyes furiously as the weary Cromwell chucks the can of air freshener aside.
"That should cover the stink!" Cromwell mutters under her heaving breath.
Lizzie withdraws fully from beneath the ring and watches as a risen Estrina stumbles blindly to the steel barricade behind her, grasping the metal with a hand while rubbing at her peepers with the opposite forearm.
A smirking Cromwell moves to her sightless foe and stuffs a delving side kick into the Asian’s abdomen, doubling Starfire with a groan. The Brit grabs Estrina by two handfuls of spandex, one high and one low, lifting the grip below enough to wedge the lycra FAR between Estrina’s cheeks. The redhead runs her nemesis to the apron and stuffs her back in the squared circle at a perilous ‘EIGHT’. Elizabeth rolls in behind but directly out, perplexing the official. Apparently, she’s seen another weapon during her previous trip underneath the skirt. She flips the cloth up and searches, emerging with a mop and bucket.
Cromwell wheels the container filled with sudsy water and the accompanying tool out from under. She nods with satisfaction at the rumbling from the crowd, which increases severalfold when she picks up the bucket and rolls it under the bottom rope. She pushes it a few feet further with the head of the mop then hops to the mat, sliding through the cables to join her next weapon of choice.
The freckled pixie appears too adorable for what she has in mind, but with Cromwell appearances have always been deceiving. With Starfire rising to her knees, unaware of Lizzie’s plan, Elizabeth grabs the mop halfway down the wooden staff and RAMS the handle end into Estrina’s navel, gutting the Singaporean.
Wide-eyed and moaning, Starfire torso descends, her body ending in a three-point stance, knees and forehead on the canvas. A snarling Lizzie lands a boot to the ribs to send her foe tumbling to her back, Estrina still swaddling her tummy with one arm and clearing her eyesight with the other.
“If you’re gonna insist on stinking up this ring, I’m gonna have to spread the suds.”
Immensely pleased with herself, Lizzie douses the mop in the bucket, removes it, and draws it toward the splayed Starfire, dribbling a line of water on the way.
“Estrina?” she shouts, pulling the Asian’s attention in her direction.
Cromwell STUFFS the mophead in Estrina’s face, forcing the back of her foe’s noggin to the canvas then scrubbing her features in circular strokes. After a dozen seconds with Estrina writhing beneath the sopping strands, trying to push the mop off her face, Elizabeth lifts it and places it back in the bucket for a refill.
“We all know what part of you REALLY needs a good washing.”
The BSP brings the reloaded mop back and thrusts it into an underarm, scrubbing vigorously. Estrina flops about like a fish out of water, the laquid apparently not as clean as some of the suds makes it appear. Cromwell draws the mop across Starfire’s chest dislodging the long ‘V’-cut to show a little nip slip as she moves to the opposite pit, swabbing the awful underarm free of its perspiration.
Deciding she’s done the best she can on the Pit Boss with the mop, Lizzie tosses it out of the ring. She turns and dips to collect the bucket, lifting it to her chest.
“I think what you really need is a shower,” Cromwell insists.
But as she lifts the pail to shoulder-level and spins back to continue her ‘cleaning’, Estrina kips to her feet and launches into a dropkick that hits more bucket than Lizzie. The impact spills the remainder of the contents atop Cromwell’s face and shoulders, the Liverpool native completely drenched by the mop water.
Elizabeth throws the bucket aside shrieking in a fit of rage, wiping her waterlogged bob and face as she retreats to the ropes behind her. Chasing after, Estrina lands a spinning backfist to the chin of the Boarding School Princess sending Cromwell backflipping over the ropes, clattering against the apron and flopping to the floor, the crowd having a grand time at Elizabeth’s misfortune.
The strawberry blonde rattles her noggin to shake her senses into place while Starfire leans against the ropes, hovering above her within the squared circle, reviewing the results. Unhappy with the delay, Estrina turns and sprints to the far ropes, rebounds and races toward an aerial exit of the squared circle. However, as she dives between the top and middle ropes, Cromwell swings a steel folding chair she’s cleverly concealed on her far hip, her body hiding it from the soaring Starfire, at least until the seat pan CLANGS into the crown of her skull.
A barely conscious Estrina ends halfway through the cables, her tummy draping over the middle rope, front end on the outside, neck and arms loose and limp.
A huffing Elizabeth, overjoyed but spent, JAMS the butt-end of the chair into Estrina’s throat, resuscitating the dazed Asian in a fit of gagging thrashes as Starfire reaches for her partially crushed windpipe while withdrawing across the canvas.
A gassed Cromwell spits some remaining mop water off her lower lip and wearily climbs back into the confines looking past her choking foe and to the dumpster outside the opposite ropes.
“When I’m done with you,” she grunts, barely audible, “they’ll have to take you from the dump to the ICU.”
On all fours, Starfire continues to gag as she struggles to find her footing when the strawberry blonde comes from behind and drops an elbow across the back on the neck, flattening the Asian wrestler.
"Where do you think you are going?", The Brit Brat asked menacingly as she picks up the kendo stick from earlier. Straddling over Starfire's back, Lizzie places the stick under her chin as she lowers to a seat and PULLS Estrina's upper body backwards in a modified Camel Clutch!
"AHHHHHHHHH!!!!", the Singaporean howls in pain, scratching and thumping the canvas, looking for an escape as Cromwell bends her to almost a 'C'.
"I know you want to tap! Don't you? Say it! Say you submit!", Elizabeth snarls as she pours her strength into the hold.
"NGGGHHHH...SCR..SCREW YOU!", Estrina refuses.
"Doesn't matter! Like it or not, tapping out won't save you like it has saved you from Macy anyway!"
The Boarding School Princess snickers as she keeps the hold on for another good minute. "Well, aren't you a stubborn bitch!", Cromwell snaps and shoves Estrina's face into the mat, relinquishing the hold.
Lizzie rises, tugging Estrina by her shoulder strap as she does. Once Estrina has risen enough, Cromwell wraps one of her ivory-gams around the golden skin of Starfire and slings and arm around Starfire's shoulders. She rocks backwards then forward, delivering her foe to the mat with a Silver Spoon Buster!
Silver Spoon Buster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJdFxgHJxRw )
Starfire flattens out like a starfish as her face meets the canvas with a THUD.
"Now, it’s time to take out this trash!" the Liverpool native declares with exuberance as she slowly rolls the insensate Starfire across the ring, under the ropes and into the dumpster. The crowd jeers as she does but none of that is able to bring her excitement down at the thought of defeating the former champion.
With the closing of the lid left to end the match, Cromwell rolls out of the ring and lifts the lid up from the side, swinging it over to a close.
"Buh bye dumpsterfire!" Cromwell taunts one last time. She lowers the lid when an arm shoots up and holds the dumpster open by no more than a foot!
The crowd cheers as Starfire pops the lid fully open and stuffs a burger wrapper into the pixie face!
"EURGHH!!" Cromwell kecks as she swipes the rotten bun and special sauce from her face.
Estrina hops out, her previous white one-piece now daubed with grime. She catches a distracted Elizabeth with a Celestial High Knee!
CELESTIAL KNEE STRIKE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhATTD-pm48
Lizzie's body goes limp as the knee connects and crumbles to the floor. Pissed with the stench and dirt she's covered in, Estrina snatches Cromwell, spinning her in a 180 and throwing her back first into the dumpster!
"NGNHHH!!!" Cromwell grimaces as she slides down the side. The Celestial Stunner walks off a bit, turning around when Cromwell least expects, and delivers a running knee strike to her face, catching her head between the dumpster and the weaponized joint!
"I beat you thrice! I will keep doing it if I have to!" Estrina snarls as she peels the Brit off the ground and catches her in a front facelock, Throwing Cromwell's arm over her shoulders, Starfire snaps backwards and drops Cromwell back first into the arena floor with a Snap Suplex!
SNAP SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fZ7F_jubMJ8
Cromwell sits up after the impact, wincing, as pain radiates through her body from her lower back. The freckled pixie tries her best to stand but isn't able without help from her opponent. But the momentary relief quickly ends as Starfire catches her wrist and forcefully whips her into the steel steps!
Cromwell lets out a painful moan, drowned out by the rattling of the ring steps. A huffing Estrina pauses to catch a breather as Cromwell writhes in pain. Seeing how sweaty she is now, Starfire takes a moment to swipe her sopping armpit, looking to pieface her opponent. But as she approaches, the stirring Cromwell trips her with a Drop Toe Hold and plants Starfire's features into the steel steps, narrowly avoiding Starfire's pit sweat treatment.
The exhausted Cromwell sluggishly picks the stunned Estrina up and stuffs her back into the ring, taking a moment to breathe as she climbs onto the apron. As the Englishwoman recovers her wind, a stirring Starfire rises and uses the ropes as a springboard, dropkicking Lizzie off the apron and into the dumpster!
SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XabRAzFh2Hc
Seeing her opponent lands in the vile mountain of trash, Estrina hurriedly rolls under the ropes as Cromwell swims to the surface, kicking garbage into the air as she does so. However, as The Celestial Stunner is about to flip the lid over, Cromwell pops out of the trash directly in front of Estrina with an electrical cable in her hands. She wraps it around her rival’s neck, twisting the Asian in the process. With Estrina’s back to the BSP, Lizzie throttles a gasping Starfire, the redhead on the inside of the receptacle, Estrina just on the outside of the metal container.
"NGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!" Estrina swipes the air in front of her as her face turns purplish, coming dangerously close to passing out, before finally landing an elbow to Cromwell's face, creating some slack in the cord.
Starfire drops to her knees, retching and gagging. Lizzie relinquishes the cable in order to climb out of the dumpster and reassert her control, covered in rotting trash but not caring.
The redhead lifts a leg over, momentarily straddling one side of the dumpster. As she drags the following lower limb out, Estrina pops to her feet, grabs the lid and SLAMS it down across the Cromwell’s trailing leg, the metal top SLAMMING down across her knee.
The Brit flops to the arena floor, howling in agony, cradling her stem close. Starfire doesn’t let Lizzie have any recovery time, collecting the bobbed head of the Englishwoman and tugging Elizabeth to her feet. Cromwell hobbles within the Asian’s control.
The ref joins the combatants on the outside, giving up on the women bothering to return. With no DQs there’s precious little for him to do. He watches intently as Estrina grabs a wrist and flings Elizabeth with a hammer throw into the steel barricade dividing the wrestlers from the FAWNatics. Lizzie’s spine is creased by the steel when she hits the metal. Back arching in anguish, the Boarding School Princess limps down the length of the ring, wanting to put as much distance as possible between herself and the container that would seal yet another ignominious defeat at the hands of her nemesis.
“Time to join the rest of the trash. This time for good,” Estrina shouts, snatching Cromwell by a wrist and shoulder and turning her foe back toward the receptacle. She readies an Irish Whip and seems about to send the BSP hurtling toward the dumpster, another collision with heavy-duty steel. But Cromwell shows some steel of her own, reversing the whip and sending the wide-eyed Starfire sprinting into the…CLANG.
Estrina hits chest-first at warp speed and is flattened by the collision with the dumpster, neither woman winning their war with the iron endpoints of their respective trips. Wincing, Lizzie moves gingerly to what’s left of the Celestial Stunner and scrapes Estrina off the arena floor. Getting Starfire to her feet is a task for the wounded Brit, but Lizzie has the grit necessary. She scoops an arm through Estrina’s quaking gams and lift the Singaporean onto her shoulder.
Cromwell’s legs nearly give out, but she ‘s able to carry the squirming Starfire to the edge, preparing to toss her rival in with a body slam. Cromwell sends Estrina into the slop inside but manages to lock onto Elizabeth’s arm while heading in and drags Cromwell in with her, both wrestlers tumbling into the muck within the metal box. Both women are gone from view for long seconds, though the sounds of metal clanging and rustling garbage let the crowd know the fight is raging.
Finally, both women reach their feet, their heads and shoulders visible over the edge of the dumpster. Elizabeth fires a right hand toward Estrina, but Starfire blocks the blow and lands a head turner of a right cross. Cromwell comes back with another attempt, but she’s deterred with another defensive forearm before Estrina ROCKS the redhead with a jaw-jacking right.
As Lizzie staggers away a couple steps, body following her whiplashing head, Starfire decides to make her exit and close the deal and the dumpster. She starts her climb out, but a desperate Cromwell grabs her foe’s trailing wrist, yanking her back in, and straight into a flashing set of balled digits. The Brit Brat’s brass knuckles CRASH into Estrina’s left jawline. Starfire’s body goes rigid before timbering into the trash, Estrina out cold before she ends starfished in the vile crud, sinking into the knee-deep refuse.
Lizzie gives her foe a parting stomp for the road. Estrina doesn’t react, the knux having put her out for the night. The assembled jeer as an exhausted Elizabeth climbs out of the container, tumbling to the floor, landing on her side. She draws in several deep breaths before rising, raising her right hand high and bringing the balled and brass-laced fingers to her lips, giving her tool of destruction a wet one.
The jeering crowd lets Cromwell have it, knowing she’s scot free under the no-DQ rules. The smirking Lizzie tosses the knux aside and moves to the lid of the dumpster. She peers down into the mound of trash, the motionless Starfire unconscious.
“Now we know who’s the best and who’s garbage!”
Elizabeth SLAMS the lid down with a clattering crash and the bell rings instantly behind.
The official helps prop a spent Elizabeth, raising her lethal, if enhanced right hand in victory as the announcer makes it official.
“Your winner…the Boarding School Princess…ELIZABETH CROMWELL!”
Lizzie shakes the ref off like he’s the one that stinks to high heaven after he relays a microphone to the victor. Cromwell rolls into the ring, struggles to her feet, and climbs the corner nearest the dumpster, pointing down at the container and the rubbish within.
“Get her out of my sight!” she shouts. “Send her to the shithole where she belongs!”
Some burly FAWN attendants do as their told, rolling the dumpster away from the ring and alongside the ramp when the beep…beep…beep of a backing garbage truck threatens to overwhelm the booing. The men push the container to the emerging vehicle and the entire arena watches in disgust, save a beaming Cromwell, as the truck raises the dumpster high tilting its contents into the back of the vehicle, Estrina joining her surrounding debris in the truck.
Trash emptied, the dumpster’s returned to earth and the truck exits with the former lightweight champion inside, headed for landfills unknown.
Meanwhile, a sloppy, smelly but victorious Cromwell waves buh-bye to the loser and, perhaps, hello to a new phase of her career.
"Introducing first! From Singapore, she stands at 5 feet 4 inches tall and weighs in at 118 pounds tonight...she is THE CELESTIAL STUNNER..ESTRINA STARFIRE!"
ESTRINA STARFIRE:
Mountain Song
www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3j3mIXASfw
The legions of Stargazers cheer as the music blasts from the arena speakers. A curtain of fog oozes down from the titantron with a spotlight shining brightly at the gorilla position, revealing a familiar silhouette. As the music hits the high note, a cannonade of pyrotechnics fire up into the air. And out of the dispersing fog comes the Asian superstar, clad in white one piece with red knee pads and white boots, arms spread into a wide 'T' with a striking red cape trailing behind her.
"That bitch's gonna pay for costing me my match! Time for some spring cleaning!" Estrina angrily declares as she points to the dumpster right before the ring.
"And before I throw her into the dumpster, I'm going wipe down my armpits with her fa...UGHHHHH!!!", before Estrina can even complete her sentence, a familiar pixie-haired figure emerges from the lingering fog and THWACKS Estrina’s head with a garbage can lid.
The attacker is, none other than the Boarding School Princess, Elizabeth Cromwell. For tonight, Elizabeth's boy-cut spandex trunks barely reach below the soft curve of her glutes. The initials ‘BSP’ are emblazoned in bold white strokes across her backside. Above is the familiar sports bra, containing a twisting blend of the colors of her UK with a black outline of the British flag on her right breast. White boots and black pads finish the attire.
ELIZABETH CROMWELL:
"What was it you were saying again?", Cromwell lifts the lid high in the air and smashes it into the lats of The Celestial Stunner, flattening her on the entrance ramp. The attendees turn into a jeering mob as the assault continues until the can lid is deformed beyond recognition.
"She asked for this!", Lizzie angrily tosses the deformed metal away. "Now watch me take out this rancid trash!"
The Brit Brat rips Starfire's cape away as she yanks her up by the hair, dragging her right before the ring and slamming her face first into the dumpster cover. Estrina spirals away as her face bounces off the dumpster but Cromwell quickly stops her from wandering off with a tug of her togs. Repositioning her grasp to her foe’s bottoms and hair, Cromwell spins Starfire around and throws her into the ring, sliding in shortly after.
The referee immediately calls the bell and the match is official.
Inside the ring, Cromwell walks up to the struggling Starfire and gives her a few angry stomps into the small of her back, forcing her into the corner. Starfire struggles to her feet with the help of the ropes when Lizzie grabs her hair from behind.
"You see what you have done to my hair huh? You know how much this costs me? How many pay-per-views I had to miss due to how hideous I look? Do you? DO YOU?", Cromwell screams hysterically in Starfire's face.
Not taking her gesture kindly, Starfire shoves the Boarding School Princess away, "Don't blame me bitch, you willingly put your hair on the line...", Estrina hisses under her breath, provoking the Liverpool native to charge at her.
Estrina ducks under the incoming clothesline, effectively switching positions with Cromwell and begins pummeling away. Lizzie immediately cowers behind raised arms as Estrina continues to throw stinging haymakers. The Celestial Stunner then grabs her by the little hair Lizzie has left and drags her along the ropes. Pressing Elizabeth into the rubber-coated steel, Etsrina whips her across--No-- Cromwell plants her foot hard into the canvas and counter whips Starfire across the ring. Lizzie follows Estrina up till the center while Starfire continues to hit the ropes and return. The Liverpool native extends an arm, looking to clock the Singaporean with a clothesline but Estrina ducks under and makes a b-line for the ropes behind her. Bouncing off from another set of ropes, Estrina stretches her body in mid-air and takes Elizabeth down with running Crossbody!
RUNNING CROSSBODY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ynHRKDPD2Ck
Estrina rises to her knee and continues to smash forearms into the freckled fighter until she's sufficiently punchdrunk before popping right up to her feet to rally the crowd with a bellow.
"Come on Lizzie! Get up!", Starfire demands as she stalks behind a struggling Cromwell. Once up on her feet, The Celestial Stunner quickly catches her foe in a waistlock. Cromwell shakes her head 'No" and quickly catches on to the ref's shirt collar for an anchor. She shoots a hindkick between Starfire's legs.
"UGHHH!!!" Starfire clutches her crotch and mewls, knees knocking into each other as she sinks. But before that can happen, the evil Brit pries Estrina's hands off and shoots another stiff kick into her cooch. Starfire's face wrinkles in agony, almost on the verge of tears as she collapses onto the mat and rolls towards the ropes.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Cromwell asks. “You only get to leave with the rest of the garbage.”
Lizzie grabs an ankle and drags Estrina caveman-style back to the middle. She raises Starfire’s right leg high and SLAMS her foe’s knee into the deck. Starfire winces in pain, drawing the leg in close to protect it from another attack.
“I’ve been waiting SO LONG for this night,” Elizabeth growls as she latches onto the Singaporean’s head with both hands and slowly maneuvers Estrina back to her feet. “Tonight. I finally prove once and for all who’s better!”
The strawberry-blonde bobbed BSP runs Starfire to the nearest buckles as fast as Estrina’s limp can get her there and THWUMPS the Asian’s face into the top buckle. But Cromwell’s far from satisfied, yanking her rival’s features back with a tug of ebony locks and RAMS Estrina’s face into the thinly-padded junction, seven, eight, NINE…TEN TIMES! The crowd counts along out of habit and the enraged Brit delights in giving Starfire the full set. She turns Estrina to face her, grin firmly affixed and jabs a pair of fingers into the Asian’s dark pools.
Estrina shrieks in surprise and alarm, momentarily blinded. She takes a pair of wild, sightless cuts at Elizabeth, Cromwell backing out of range and chuckling at the length of how much Estrina is missing her. Pivoting and lifting her right leg, the bobbed Cromwell stuffs a boot sole under Estrina’s chin, pushing back and choking the Celestial Stunner while pinning her into the corner. The ref watches silently with no threat of disqualification available to break the hold. Estrina’s face flushes as she gasps for air, desperately grasping at Elizabeth’s ankle.
Lizzie brings her boot back to the canvas and spins Starfire to look over the edge of the ring, pressing her chest tight to the cables.
“Look,” Elizabeth shouts, pointing at the open dumpster, “That’s where you’re…oh shit…you can’t see.”
Estrina’s welled eyes clearly limit her vision though she’s close enough to find Cromwell’s shoulders with her palms and shoves the short-haired Englishwoman several steps away. Starfire wheels out from the vicinity of the stench from the dumpster below, not wanting to be that close without being in control. Elizabeth stalks her prey, no longer sure of how much her foe can see. She leaps at Estrina and the Stunner is still handicapped enough, Cromwell able to close in and pull Starfire into a tight side headlock.
Lizzie wrenches away on the Asian’s skull, trying to put a crook in her foe’s neck. She drives a boot into the pit of Estrina’s near knee, forcing the former champion to kneel next to the raging BSP. At Estrina’s side, Cromwell lifts a knee, pushing it into Starfire’s temple while wrapping her hands around the opposite side of Starfire’s braincase. Laying out, she lands heavily on the canvas, driving that knee harshly into the side of Estrina’s cranium with a nasty Facebreaker.
Facebreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=NKYGLhSKNqU )
Estrina whiplashes away from the impact, ending on her back in a wide starfish as the crowd ‘OOOOHS’ at the violent impact. Lizzie dives on top out of instinct but when she hears no count, she rises to her knees sheepishly. She turns to the snickering crowd.
“Had her pinned for three there, in case you didn’t know.”
With Estrina laid out and going nowhere, Elizabeth heads for the outside, dropping to the floor. She ducks her head under the skirt of the apron and emerges with a metal garbage can. She tosses it in but then goes back for more, this time popping her cute bob of strawberry blonde out, a kendo stick within her greedy palms. Apparently enough for now, she slides back in and hops to her feet. In the interim, Estrina’s made it to her knees, but her sight is still questionable, eyes still red from abuse.
Lizzie lifts the stick overhead with a two-handed grip and brings it flashing down toward her foe’s forehead. With inches to spare, Estrina gets both hands up in a cup and intercepts, halting the impact and wrapping her own hands around the lethal end, Cromwell’s eyes wide with shock. Lizzie tries to pull the weapon away as Estrina rises, but it quickly devolves into a tug of war. First, Cromwell yanking Starfire toward her then vice versa, both intent on rapping out a tune on the other’s body.
Finally, Estrina drives a toe kick into the freckled tummy of the Englishwoman. Lizzie doubles with a breathless ‘GUHHH’ and Starfire rips the stick away from the British brat. With Cromwell still bent at the waist, Estrina transfers the handle side to her clenching fingers and brings the bamboo whistling down across Elizabeth’s back. THWACK!
Lizzie HOWLS in pain as she arches, staggering away from the impact, a welt quickly growing across her back. But Starfire isn’t done, THWACKING TWO, THREE, FOUR and FIVE across Cromwell’s spine, Elizabeth begging off as she retreats to a corner. But Starfire wants more, this time taking aim at Elizabeth’s skull. The Brit ducks low enough the top buckle intercepts the collision before cracking into Lizzie’s pixie.
The miss gives the Brit an opportunity and she drives a European Uppercut under her foe’s chin, Estrina’s head snapping back, the kendo stick, dribbling from her fingers. Grabbing the Singaporean’s head in a ¾ facelock, Elizabeth turns her foe to face the middle and snap mares Starfire to a seat on the mat. Behind her bitter rival, Lizzie sinks both sets of fingers into Starfire’s dark locks and gets catty, RIPPING Estrina up by her follicles and THUMPING her back down with a hair-pull mat slam.
Hair-pull Mat Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7NM1qOUILA ).
Cromwell pulls out some leftover strands that remain in her mitts and dramatically tosses them up in air as the crowd rains down boos on the brat. Returning to Estrina’s mane, Lizzie sinks her nails into Estrina’s scalp again and pulls Starfire to her feet. She captures Estrina in another side headlock and walks the wobbly Asian to the cables, pushing her face down on the top one. With fanfare, the vengeful BSP rubs Starfire’s eyes down the length of the ring with her signature Saturday Evening Constitutional.
Estrina squirms within Elizabeth’s grip but can’t break free until Cromwell’s gone from buckle to buckle, again blinding the Asian then THWUMPING Estrina’s face into the top buckle for an encore.
The freckled warrior leads a teary-eyed Estrina to the ropes nearest the dumpster. She dips and wraps her arms around a thigh and tries to lift the Celestial Stunner up and over. Not entirely sure where she is, Starfire can tell from the concern of the crowd where her landing spot might be and she snakes her arms around the top strand, hanging on for dear life as the determined and self-proclaimed Best Brit Ever tries to shovel Starfire over ropes and into the garbage below.
Hanging tightly onto the ropes, Estrina's legs flail even harder as soon as she realizes Cromwell is about to throw her into the dumpster. Eventually, one leg breaks free and boots Elizabeth in the face, sending her backpedaling into the center. Determined to send her opponent into the dumpster, The Boarding School Princess charges with a clothesline, but Estrina doubles down and tips Cromwell over the top rope. Now in the predicament Estrina was in, Elizabeth's eyes widen in shock as she grabs the top ropes tightly, shaking her head 'no'. The fired-up Starfire forcefully rips Cromwell off the ropes with a yank of her legs, causing the Boarding School Princess to fall flat on her front.
"NGGGHH!", Cromwell groans and curls into a fetal position. "You wanna play rough! I can play rough!" Estrina growls as she pulls the freckled fighter to her feet and drags her back in near the metal garbage can. The Celestial Stunner snaps back and SPIKES Cromwell headfirst into the garbage can, her straightened body dropping flat on her back shortly after the violent impact.
"You like that? Lizzie? YOU LIKE THAT?", the incensed Estrina bawls out as she sits up beside Cromwell. "Now get up!", Estrina snarls as she pulls the barely conscious Cromwell back to her feet, keen on dishing out more punishment on her nemesis.
Starfire bullies The Boarding School Princess into the corner and blasts her with several forearms to her cheeks for good measure before striding to the furthest corner with a raised jaunty finger. The Celestial Stunner turns around and charges at the Brit at full speed, smashing the air out of Cromwell's chest with double knees!
METEORA
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NfMzCPY6U3Y
Starfire raises her finger into the air, "ONE MORE TIME!", as Cromwell slumps to a seat in her corner. The Celestial Stunner backtracks into the opposite corner and charges at Elizabeth once more. This time, she plants her double knees hard in the face of the Boarding School Princess!
SEATED METEORA
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KCX3AbkUvkE
Cromwell clutches her face in pain after the impact, slowly sliding out of the ring while Starfire rallies the crowd.
"She couldn't beat me last time. She's not going to beat me EVER!", the Celestial Stunner boldly proclaims in the center of the ring while Elizabeth struggles to her feet outside.
Estrina hits the ropes on the far side of the ring and sprints across the ring at full speed, diving through the ropes, throwing her entire body at Elizabeth!
SUICIDE DIVE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aGVj8OVC9BI
"URGHH!!!" Elizabeth grunts as the force sends her back first into the barricade, coming off it with a few steps before dropping to her knees. Not nearly done, Estrina rises to her feet and fires a stiff kick into Lizzie, THWACKING her chest THREE, FOUR, FIVE TIMES as the crowd chants along before a brain rattling kick to the head!
MULTIPLE KICKS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0jgngUFhXas
"Had enough yet? Time to take you out!", Estrina snarls as she raises the battered Cromwell to her feet and drags her through the shortest route to the open dumpster.
"But before you go...", Starfire stops in her tracks and smashes Cromwell's head onto the ring apron, spinning her around.
"You got some cleaning to do.", the sweat-soaked Singaporean snickers as she raises her right arm up and rubs her armpit onto Cromwell's face with the crowd chanting "PIT RAG! PIT RAG! PIT RAG!".
Clearly not enjoying the face treatment, even in her semi-conscious state, Cromwell tiredly shoves her opponent off.
"Ughh..." Cromwell wipes the funk off her face in disgust as she drops to a seat and tries to escape under the ring.
"Where do you think you're going?" Starfire questions as she grabs onto Lizzie's ankle.
"GET AWAY YOU SWEAT FREAK! GET LOST!" Cromwell protests with her body halfway under the ring. The Glistening Goddess finally drags the Liverpool native out but is immediately greeted with a surprise spray into the eyes!
"AHHH!! MY EYES! GAWD! IT BURNS!" Starfire screams in pain, rubbing her eyes furiously as the weary Cromwell chucks the can of air freshener aside.
"That should cover the stink!" Cromwell mutters under her heaving breath.
Lizzie withdraws fully from beneath the ring and watches as a risen Estrina stumbles blindly to the steel barricade behind her, grasping the metal with a hand while rubbing at her peepers with the opposite forearm.
A smirking Cromwell moves to her sightless foe and stuffs a delving side kick into the Asian’s abdomen, doubling Starfire with a groan. The Brit grabs Estrina by two handfuls of spandex, one high and one low, lifting the grip below enough to wedge the lycra FAR between Estrina’s cheeks. The redhead runs her nemesis to the apron and stuffs her back in the squared circle at a perilous ‘EIGHT’. Elizabeth rolls in behind but directly out, perplexing the official. Apparently, she’s seen another weapon during her previous trip underneath the skirt. She flips the cloth up and searches, emerging with a mop and bucket.
Cromwell wheels the container filled with sudsy water and the accompanying tool out from under. She nods with satisfaction at the rumbling from the crowd, which increases severalfold when she picks up the bucket and rolls it under the bottom rope. She pushes it a few feet further with the head of the mop then hops to the mat, sliding through the cables to join her next weapon of choice.
The freckled pixie appears too adorable for what she has in mind, but with Cromwell appearances have always been deceiving. With Starfire rising to her knees, unaware of Lizzie’s plan, Elizabeth grabs the mop halfway down the wooden staff and RAMS the handle end into Estrina’s navel, gutting the Singaporean.
Wide-eyed and moaning, Starfire torso descends, her body ending in a three-point stance, knees and forehead on the canvas. A snarling Lizzie lands a boot to the ribs to send her foe tumbling to her back, Estrina still swaddling her tummy with one arm and clearing her eyesight with the other.
“If you’re gonna insist on stinking up this ring, I’m gonna have to spread the suds.”
Immensely pleased with herself, Lizzie douses the mop in the bucket, removes it, and draws it toward the splayed Starfire, dribbling a line of water on the way.
“Estrina?” she shouts, pulling the Asian’s attention in her direction.
Cromwell STUFFS the mophead in Estrina’s face, forcing the back of her foe’s noggin to the canvas then scrubbing her features in circular strokes. After a dozen seconds with Estrina writhing beneath the sopping strands, trying to push the mop off her face, Elizabeth lifts it and places it back in the bucket for a refill.
“We all know what part of you REALLY needs a good washing.”
The BSP brings the reloaded mop back and thrusts it into an underarm, scrubbing vigorously. Estrina flops about like a fish out of water, the laquid apparently not as clean as some of the suds makes it appear. Cromwell draws the mop across Starfire’s chest dislodging the long ‘V’-cut to show a little nip slip as she moves to the opposite pit, swabbing the awful underarm free of its perspiration.
Deciding she’s done the best she can on the Pit Boss with the mop, Lizzie tosses it out of the ring. She turns and dips to collect the bucket, lifting it to her chest.
“I think what you really need is a shower,” Cromwell insists.
But as she lifts the pail to shoulder-level and spins back to continue her ‘cleaning’, Estrina kips to her feet and launches into a dropkick that hits more bucket than Lizzie. The impact spills the remainder of the contents atop Cromwell’s face and shoulders, the Liverpool native completely drenched by the mop water.
Elizabeth throws the bucket aside shrieking in a fit of rage, wiping her waterlogged bob and face as she retreats to the ropes behind her. Chasing after, Estrina lands a spinning backfist to the chin of the Boarding School Princess sending Cromwell backflipping over the ropes, clattering against the apron and flopping to the floor, the crowd having a grand time at Elizabeth’s misfortune.
The strawberry blonde rattles her noggin to shake her senses into place while Starfire leans against the ropes, hovering above her within the squared circle, reviewing the results. Unhappy with the delay, Estrina turns and sprints to the far ropes, rebounds and races toward an aerial exit of the squared circle. However, as she dives between the top and middle ropes, Cromwell swings a steel folding chair she’s cleverly concealed on her far hip, her body hiding it from the soaring Starfire, at least until the seat pan CLANGS into the crown of her skull.
A barely conscious Estrina ends halfway through the cables, her tummy draping over the middle rope, front end on the outside, neck and arms loose and limp.
A huffing Elizabeth, overjoyed but spent, JAMS the butt-end of the chair into Estrina’s throat, resuscitating the dazed Asian in a fit of gagging thrashes as Starfire reaches for her partially crushed windpipe while withdrawing across the canvas.
A gassed Cromwell spits some remaining mop water off her lower lip and wearily climbs back into the confines looking past her choking foe and to the dumpster outside the opposite ropes.
“When I’m done with you,” she grunts, barely audible, “they’ll have to take you from the dump to the ICU.”
On all fours, Starfire continues to gag as she struggles to find her footing when the strawberry blonde comes from behind and drops an elbow across the back on the neck, flattening the Asian wrestler.
"Where do you think you are going?", The Brit Brat asked menacingly as she picks up the kendo stick from earlier. Straddling over Starfire's back, Lizzie places the stick under her chin as she lowers to a seat and PULLS Estrina's upper body backwards in a modified Camel Clutch!
"AHHHHHHHHH!!!!", the Singaporean howls in pain, scratching and thumping the canvas, looking for an escape as Cromwell bends her to almost a 'C'.
"I know you want to tap! Don't you? Say it! Say you submit!", Elizabeth snarls as she pours her strength into the hold.
"NGGGHHHH...SCR..SCREW YOU!", Estrina refuses.
"Doesn't matter! Like it or not, tapping out won't save you like it has saved you from Macy anyway!"
The Boarding School Princess snickers as she keeps the hold on for another good minute. "Well, aren't you a stubborn bitch!", Cromwell snaps and shoves Estrina's face into the mat, relinquishing the hold.
Lizzie rises, tugging Estrina by her shoulder strap as she does. Once Estrina has risen enough, Cromwell wraps one of her ivory-gams around the golden skin of Starfire and slings and arm around Starfire's shoulders. She rocks backwards then forward, delivering her foe to the mat with a Silver Spoon Buster!
Silver Spoon Buster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJdFxgHJxRw )
Starfire flattens out like a starfish as her face meets the canvas with a THUD.
"Now, it’s time to take out this trash!" the Liverpool native declares with exuberance as she slowly rolls the insensate Starfire across the ring, under the ropes and into the dumpster. The crowd jeers as she does but none of that is able to bring her excitement down at the thought of defeating the former champion.
With the closing of the lid left to end the match, Cromwell rolls out of the ring and lifts the lid up from the side, swinging it over to a close.
"Buh bye dumpsterfire!" Cromwell taunts one last time. She lowers the lid when an arm shoots up and holds the dumpster open by no more than a foot!
The crowd cheers as Starfire pops the lid fully open and stuffs a burger wrapper into the pixie face!
"EURGHH!!" Cromwell kecks as she swipes the rotten bun and special sauce from her face.
Estrina hops out, her previous white one-piece now daubed with grime. She catches a distracted Elizabeth with a Celestial High Knee!
CELESTIAL KNEE STRIKE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhATTD-pm48
Lizzie's body goes limp as the knee connects and crumbles to the floor. Pissed with the stench and dirt she's covered in, Estrina snatches Cromwell, spinning her in a 180 and throwing her back first into the dumpster!
"NGNHHH!!!" Cromwell grimaces as she slides down the side. The Celestial Stunner walks off a bit, turning around when Cromwell least expects, and delivers a running knee strike to her face, catching her head between the dumpster and the weaponized joint!
"I beat you thrice! I will keep doing it if I have to!" Estrina snarls as she peels the Brit off the ground and catches her in a front facelock, Throwing Cromwell's arm over her shoulders, Starfire snaps backwards and drops Cromwell back first into the arena floor with a Snap Suplex!
SNAP SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fZ7F_jubMJ8
Cromwell sits up after the impact, wincing, as pain radiates through her body from her lower back. The freckled pixie tries her best to stand but isn't able without help from her opponent. But the momentary relief quickly ends as Starfire catches her wrist and forcefully whips her into the steel steps!
Cromwell lets out a painful moan, drowned out by the rattling of the ring steps. A huffing Estrina pauses to catch a breather as Cromwell writhes in pain. Seeing how sweaty she is now, Starfire takes a moment to swipe her sopping armpit, looking to pieface her opponent. But as she approaches, the stirring Cromwell trips her with a Drop Toe Hold and plants Starfire's features into the steel steps, narrowly avoiding Starfire's pit sweat treatment.
The exhausted Cromwell sluggishly picks the stunned Estrina up and stuffs her back into the ring, taking a moment to breathe as she climbs onto the apron. As the Englishwoman recovers her wind, a stirring Starfire rises and uses the ropes as a springboard, dropkicking Lizzie off the apron and into the dumpster!
SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XabRAzFh2Hc
Seeing her opponent lands in the vile mountain of trash, Estrina hurriedly rolls under the ropes as Cromwell swims to the surface, kicking garbage into the air as she does so. However, as The Celestial Stunner is about to flip the lid over, Cromwell pops out of the trash directly in front of Estrina with an electrical cable in her hands. She wraps it around her rival’s neck, twisting the Asian in the process. With Estrina’s back to the BSP, Lizzie throttles a gasping Starfire, the redhead on the inside of the receptacle, Estrina just on the outside of the metal container.
"NGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!" Estrina swipes the air in front of her as her face turns purplish, coming dangerously close to passing out, before finally landing an elbow to Cromwell's face, creating some slack in the cord.
Starfire drops to her knees, retching and gagging. Lizzie relinquishes the cable in order to climb out of the dumpster and reassert her control, covered in rotting trash but not caring.
The redhead lifts a leg over, momentarily straddling one side of the dumpster. As she drags the following lower limb out, Estrina pops to her feet, grabs the lid and SLAMS it down across the Cromwell’s trailing leg, the metal top SLAMMING down across her knee.
The Brit flops to the arena floor, howling in agony, cradling her stem close. Starfire doesn’t let Lizzie have any recovery time, collecting the bobbed head of the Englishwoman and tugging Elizabeth to her feet. Cromwell hobbles within the Asian’s control.
The ref joins the combatants on the outside, giving up on the women bothering to return. With no DQs there’s precious little for him to do. He watches intently as Estrina grabs a wrist and flings Elizabeth with a hammer throw into the steel barricade dividing the wrestlers from the FAWNatics. Lizzie’s spine is creased by the steel when she hits the metal. Back arching in anguish, the Boarding School Princess limps down the length of the ring, wanting to put as much distance as possible between herself and the container that would seal yet another ignominious defeat at the hands of her nemesis.
“Time to join the rest of the trash. This time for good,” Estrina shouts, snatching Cromwell by a wrist and shoulder and turning her foe back toward the receptacle. She readies an Irish Whip and seems about to send the BSP hurtling toward the dumpster, another collision with heavy-duty steel. But Cromwell shows some steel of her own, reversing the whip and sending the wide-eyed Starfire sprinting into the…CLANG.
Estrina hits chest-first at warp speed and is flattened by the collision with the dumpster, neither woman winning their war with the iron endpoints of their respective trips. Wincing, Lizzie moves gingerly to what’s left of the Celestial Stunner and scrapes Estrina off the arena floor. Getting Starfire to her feet is a task for the wounded Brit, but Lizzie has the grit necessary. She scoops an arm through Estrina’s quaking gams and lift the Singaporean onto her shoulder.
Cromwell’s legs nearly give out, but she ‘s able to carry the squirming Starfire to the edge, preparing to toss her rival in with a body slam. Cromwell sends Estrina into the slop inside but manages to lock onto Elizabeth’s arm while heading in and drags Cromwell in with her, both wrestlers tumbling into the muck within the metal box. Both women are gone from view for long seconds, though the sounds of metal clanging and rustling garbage let the crowd know the fight is raging.
Finally, both women reach their feet, their heads and shoulders visible over the edge of the dumpster. Elizabeth fires a right hand toward Estrina, but Starfire blocks the blow and lands a head turner of a right cross. Cromwell comes back with another attempt, but she’s deterred with another defensive forearm before Estrina ROCKS the redhead with a jaw-jacking right.
As Lizzie staggers away a couple steps, body following her whiplashing head, Starfire decides to make her exit and close the deal and the dumpster. She starts her climb out, but a desperate Cromwell grabs her foe’s trailing wrist, yanking her back in, and straight into a flashing set of balled digits. The Brit Brat’s brass knuckles CRASH into Estrina’s left jawline. Starfire’s body goes rigid before timbering into the trash, Estrina out cold before she ends starfished in the vile crud, sinking into the knee-deep refuse.
Lizzie gives her foe a parting stomp for the road. Estrina doesn’t react, the knux having put her out for the night. The assembled jeer as an exhausted Elizabeth climbs out of the container, tumbling to the floor, landing on her side. She draws in several deep breaths before rising, raising her right hand high and bringing the balled and brass-laced fingers to her lips, giving her tool of destruction a wet one.
The jeering crowd lets Cromwell have it, knowing she’s scot free under the no-DQ rules. The smirking Lizzie tosses the knux aside and moves to the lid of the dumpster. She peers down into the mound of trash, the motionless Starfire unconscious.
“Now we know who’s the best and who’s garbage!”
Elizabeth SLAMS the lid down with a clattering crash and the bell rings instantly behind.
The official helps prop a spent Elizabeth, raising her lethal, if enhanced right hand in victory as the announcer makes it official.
“Your winner…the Boarding School Princess…ELIZABETH CROMWELL!”
Lizzie shakes the ref off like he’s the one that stinks to high heaven after he relays a microphone to the victor. Cromwell rolls into the ring, struggles to her feet, and climbs the corner nearest the dumpster, pointing down at the container and the rubbish within.
“Get her out of my sight!” she shouts. “Send her to the shithole where she belongs!”
Some burly FAWN attendants do as their told, rolling the dumpster away from the ring and alongside the ramp when the beep…beep…beep of a backing garbage truck threatens to overwhelm the booing. The men push the container to the emerging vehicle and the entire arena watches in disgust, save a beaming Cromwell, as the truck raises the dumpster high tilting its contents into the back of the vehicle, Estrina joining her surrounding debris in the truck.
Trash emptied, the dumpster’s returned to earth and the truck exits with the former lightweight champion inside, headed for landfills unknown.
Meanwhile, a sloppy, smelly but victorious Cromwell waves buh-bye to the loser and, perhaps, hello to a new phase of her career.