Post by hawkeye on Aug 3, 2020 0:15:15 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Islington, London, standing five feet seven inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and thirty pounds... ANNA SHARPE!”
ANNA SHARPE:
Reverend and the Makers ‘Heavyweight Champion of the World’ boomed out as the dirty blonde made her walk down the ramp en route to a battle with a woman who was her polar opposite in every way, save perhaps for general meanness. The prospect of the battle ahead registered only as a small, knowing smile, the powerful blonde content to let the capacity crowd imagine what sort of hell she’d unleash on the online loudmouth before showing them that the reality was far, far worse.
In her usual dark tank and booty hugging shorts, Sharpe rolled under the bottom rope and headed to far corner where she mounted the middle rope to better look out upon the sea of faces. She noticed several signs predicting a less than ideal end to the night’s festivities, though there were also quite a few urging her to shut Zahn’s incessant mouth (preferably by breaking her jaw) and it was to these fans that she showed a stoic but impressive double bicep flex, one that lasted until referee Craig Long came over to make a quick check of her pads and boots.
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Fox River, New York... she stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and thirty pounds. She’s the Pintrest Pin-Up, the TikTok Terror and a Black Hat extraordinaire, this is LYSSA ZAHN!”
DO YOUR WORST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L6Z9vfgMAgc
Rival Son’s ‘Do Your Worst’ hit the speakers and the boos came with it, the crowd unloading on the Savvy Savage before she’d even made an appearance. Zahn didn’t make them wait long though, it was only seconds later when the hardbody brunette stunner strode into view with ubiquitous smart phone already in hand. Greeting the trolls with a brazenly raised middle finger, Lyssa whipped ‘round in a half circle and raised her phone high enough to get a bird-flippin’ selfie with a great deal of the audience in the background. Satisfied with the results, she slipped the gadget into a snug elastic pouch strapped to her right bicep and stormed down the aisle while mouthing a choice line from her anthem. “Oh my, oh my baby, devil’s gonna get you if I don’t first.”
LYSSA ZAHNl
For tonight‘s battle Lyssa wore predominately black spandex: a two piece, the top with thin, pink shoulder straps set at a slight angle, and a pink mesh ‘plate’ over the clavicle, rising into a collar. The bottom rim of this piece and the neckline of the bikini top worked to create almost a heart-shaped ‘cleavage window.’ Matching bottoms with pink trim, pink wristbands and pads, and black boots completed the look.
More than happy to spit hot truth and cold hate at any cellar dwelling reprobate that had the gall to steal oxygen in her presence, Zahn zigged and zagged several times on her way to the ring just to make sure the crowd knew they would never, EVER get the last word while she was around. Only breaking off from this pastime when she reached the shadow of the squared circle, the Black Hat hurried up the steps and jumped over the top rope.
“Hey Craig,” Zahn called to the official after she’d settled into her corner, “You ever seen any highlights from Anna’s tennis career?”
“I have not, but I assume you have some pulled up?”
“Damn, way to spoil the joke, my dude. You’re supposed to say, ‘of course not, Lyssa. You know there aren’t any!’ and then I laugh and raise your Rate-a-Ref score by a point.”
Craig sighed as he checked on her pads and boots. “That’s not very nice of you, Lyssa.”
“Ya know what, I’m gonna raise that score by half a point just because that’s the smartest thing I’ve ever heard you say. Now get outta here, you’re bothering me.
Sharpe and Zahn left their corners at the sound of the bell, neither woman paying the jeers of the crowd the slightest bit of attention. Hunching forward into a grappler’s crouch as the distance continued to shrink, Lyssa beckoned the Englishwoman in close with a single crooked finger. “C’mon, Create-a-Wrestler One.” she chided. “Step up so I can slap some personality into--”
Anna lunged in with a Toe Kick that would’ve skewered the brunette’s midsection if she hadn’t caught Sharpe’s boot in both hands. “Nice telegraph, loser.” Lyssa scoffed. “Wanna try an Enzugiri next or is there something even more predictable on your miNNGGGHH!”
Sharpe leaned forward over her stretched stem and turned Zahn’s head to the side with a rough slap! “What’s wrong, bytch?” Anna asked. “Was getting the taste slapped out of your mouth not trending on RRRGGHHH!”
Not about to take any sort of sass from Lady McBland, the Black Hat wedged Anna’s foot beneath her right arm so she could drive the point of her left elbow into the Brit’s knee once, twice, three times! Sharpe snarled, reached for Zahn’s free hand and ate a tart backhand for her efforts. “Oh I’m sorry, did that sting?” she sniped. “Just wait ‘til you taste my forehanRRGHHH!”
Lyssa joked about it only moments prior, but the Enzugiri wasn’t nearly so funny when Sharpe sprang off her plant foot and THWHACKED it behind her ear! Dropping Anna’s foot to better tend to her ringing noggin, Lyssa turned and stumbled away, making it fully half a dozen steps before the controversial former tennis star grabbed hold of her waistband and reeled her in to a Forearm Smash that SMACKED across the small of Zahn’s back!
Showing a hard smile as Lyssa soaked up the hard shot, Sharpe tugged the brunette’s togs back ‘n forth, then unleashed another Forearm Smash to the same spot. “How’d that taste, girl?” the Englishwoman chirped. “What’s your rating, ten out of ten, would recommenDRGH!”
Zahn snapped her head backward, smashing the powerful blonde across the bridge of the nose. Following the Headbutt with a Back Elbow ended Sharpe’s grip on her togs, but rather than turn around she simply hooked her right arm around the back of Anna’s head and drew her down into a rough Side Headlock. Knotted hands pressed to the blonde’s cheek, Lyssa made a point to scrub her knuckles against those haughty features while simultaneously grinding Sharpe’s temple against the point of her hip.
“F*cking basic bytch, that’s what you are.” Lyssa proclaimed as she continued to pour pressure from the Headlock to Anna’s skull. “Did you really think you were gonna come in here and shove me around like I’m Shea f*cking London or someWHOAHHHHNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Anna was satisfied she could’ve prized the brunette’s grip apart if she wanted to, thing was, she’d already sussed out a quicker escape route. Cinching her arms around Zahn’s waist, she squeezed hard enough to make the TikTok Terror grunt, then she dropped her hips and muscled the other wrestler up, over and DOWN, Sharpe planting Lyssa high and tight on the back of her head courtesy of a Backdrop Suplex.
BACKDROP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=E47t-r8zQw8
Lyssa bounced to a seat at once but didn’t get a chance to do much anything else before Anna slipped her arms under opposing biceps and then laced her fingers across the nape of her foe’s neck to complete the Full Nelson. “HHHRRRRHHHHH!” Zahn couldn’t suppress a groan when Sharpe forced her chin deep into her own cleavage, though she made the Briton pay for the privilege by snatching an awkward double handful of hair.
SEATED FULL NELSON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a60Mqu1u_x0
“Hey, get off her hair Lyssa!” Craig warned almost at once. “You know you can’t--”
“Oh, I don’t mind.” Anna sounded remarkably unconcerned as she bore down on the simple hold. “Might as let her do something more interesting than stare into those mediocre tits. What would you rate those, Zahn? Four out of ten?”
“Twelve outta ten, honey.” Lyssa abandoned the hair-hold at Craig’s prompting, though now she was working twice as hard to make it to one knee. “At least that’s what I guessed Caity would give them based on how she was scoping me out the last time I was at the gymMRROOOOWWWWHAIR! HAIR, DAMMIT!”
Sharpe did indeed have a double handful of the brunette’s hair, apparently she didn’t much like the sound of her girlfriend’s name in the Insta-gator’s mouth. “You’re gonna want to keep real quiet when it comes to Mason, skag.” Anna growled over the babble of Long’s warning. “Unless you want her to whip your ass on the carpet the next time you dare set foot in the penthou--” Zahn reached one knee, then powered to boot-leather, forcing the Englishwoman to follow along. Backpedaling into the blonde as soon as she was upright, Lyssa laced her hands across the back of Sharpe’s head and-- “NNGGH!”
Zahn’s Jawbreaker attempt came to nothing because Anna drove a Kneelift into the brunette’s tailbone before she could sit out. “Damn, your arse is even less impressive than your tits.” she stuffed a few more Kneelifts into Zahn’s rump to emphasize the point. “No wonder you talk so much shyt on social media, it’s the only arena where you can back anything AAARRRHH BYTCH!”
Lyssa straightened up as best she could, then raised one foot and brought the heel of that boot stamping down on Anna’s toes! Grinding Sharpe’s foot allowed Lyssa to wrest free of the Nelson, unfortunately she was immediately drawn into an equally unpleasant Headlock, one that that mashed half of her protesting features into the heavy curves of the blonde Brit’s chest.
“Get your face in there, luv.” Sharpe chided the squirming brunette. “Let me shine up that smarmy face before I scrape it all over this ringGOOOOOWWWWWW!”
Lyssa actually did as Anna suggested, but this wasn’t so much compliance as it was counterattack seeing as the TweetStormtrooper promptly sank her teeth into that encroaching rack! “CHEAP TWAT!” Sharpe thumped a Kneelift into Zahn’s tummy, pulled her up with a double handful of hair and--CRAAACK! Not about to cut her Jugg Mugging short, Lyssa raised both hands high and brought ‘em whipping down on British bust! She followed with a similar slap to the underside of Anna’s girls and finished off by securing a stereo claw-hold.
“What’s wrong, not as tuff as you thought?” Lyssa sneered. “C’mon beeyotch, I thought you’d last long enough to make this interestRRGGHH!”
Proximity forbade Anna from unleashing with her fists or even a Headbutt, so she plunged both hands into the New Yorker’s hair and did her damndest to peel it off her head. Correctly guessing that neither of this charges would pay attention to a simple warning, Craig simply bustled up beside the action and began to count, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” Anna and Lyssa relinquished their grips at the same time and slowly raised their hands over-- Lyssa grabbed hold of the top rope on either side of the blonde and lunged forward to smash her opposition against the corner with a truncated Avalanche Splash!
Sharpe groaned and threw her arms around the American’s shoulders, presumably to hold her close enough to block another Splash. In this effort she was quite successful, however it didn’t stop Zahn from cinching both arms around Anna’s waist. Sharpe cupped her own elbows in anticipation of countering Lyssa’s Bear Hug with a Front Sleeper, so she was caught off guard when the Black Hat prized her away from the buckles and popped her hips to sling Anna up, over and DOWN with an emphatic Belly to Belly Suplex! Sharpe bounced free when she hit the canvas, so Lyssa scrambled atop her in a snug Crossbody and hooked the far leg for…
BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PnUxe_-qLpQ
ONE…
TWO…
Sharpe kicked out simultaneous with ‘TWO!’, the strong blonde adding a decisive pie-facing that earned her a retaliatory belly punch from the Vine Vixen. “Put your hand in my face again, Sharpe.” Zahn warned. “See what happNGH!”
Anna must’ve been curious because she scuffed Lyssa’s mouth with the heel of one palm, then grabbed a handful of hair and sat “HHHRRRGGGGHH!”
Zahn slammed a Hammer Fist into the fork of her foe’s crotch, shook free of the hair-hold, then treated Sharpe to some of the same and THUNKED a Headbutt into the bridge of her nose! The Englishwoman crumpled to her back with both hands pressed to her face, meaning she was oblivious of the threatening hand Zahn held over her center. After a moment’s debate Lyssa pounded the punch into her blonde’s tummy instead, just another distraction for Sharpe to sort out while the Black Hat knee-walked down to her opponent’s feet and took an ankle in each hand.
“Sneaking slag.” Anna began to twist and squirm as soon as she realized Zahn controlled her stems. “Get your f*cking hands off--” Sharpe’s exhalation of whistling anguish was utterly overwhelmed by the ‘oooooooohhhh!’ of the FAWNatics, not that the quiet did anything to diminish the pain or Lyssa’s enjoyment of the knee she dropped on the other wrestler’s groin.
Dismissing Craig’s ‘tsk-tsk’ with a cheeky wink, Zahn locked Sharpe’s boots beneath her armpits, tugged her up onto her shoulders, then rolled her onto her stomach and stepped over to sink down into a deep seat in the small of Anna’s protesting back! “See what happens when you put those pasty ass hands in my face?” the brunette chided while rearing back on the Boston Crab. “I mug your trunks and break your back! Of course if the rumors are true you’ll submit long before this can inflict any real damage. Because you’re a quitter, isn’t that right, Sharpe?”
BOSTON CRAB @ 00:22
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Og-whjHActE
“Only when the refs pull me off before I can really find my stride. But don‘t worry. I‘ll focus on your face instead of your fingers, that way you can still be a tuff bytch on the internet.” Anna tried to push up on her elbows, couldn’t muster the leverage and switched over to her palms. That arrangement allowed the Briton to push herself off the mat by almost six inches, however it also increased the strain on her spine by a factor of three, perhaps four.
Smiling wide as Sharpe began dragging their combined weight toward the ropes, Zahn shifted her perch so she could drive her tush down onto her opponent’s taut rump. “Oh honey, don’t you know? I’m a tuff bytch everywhere I go. That’s why I’m about to fold you in half!” The TikTok Terror stood up, stepped back and sat down again with her weight coming down across Sharpe’s shoulders.
“ErrrrrrhhhAAAAARRRRRRRHHHHH!” Anna tried to hold it in, but ended up shrieking long and loud when Lyssa leaaaaaaaaaned back on the spine-wracking hold!
“What do you say, Anna?” Long asked as the tips of Sharpe’s boots got closer and closer to the back of her head.
“No. NO!” Pinned down flat by the brunette’s high seat, the former tennis standout reeaaaaaaached back in search of Lyssa’s hair and when she couldn’t find that she jabbed her right elbow into Zahn’s hip and thigh no less than half a dozen times.
“Quit it, loser.” Lyssa wasn’t smiling anymore. “Or I’ll go right back to your trunNNNNRRRHHH! All right, f*ck you!”
Sharpe finally managed to get hold of the brunette’s hair and she pulled so hard it forced the Black Hat to look up at the overhead lights. Most in her position would’ve squealed to the referee for assistance, but Zahn had something even more effective in mind. Tossing Sharpe’s left leg down, she transformed the hold into a Half Crab and also freed her right hand for-- “OOOOOHHH YOU VICIOUS TWAT!” Anna shrieked at the top of her lungs when Lyssa clamped the Iron Claw between her thighs!
“Better vicious that victimized, Sherry Bobbins!” Zahn sniped as she continued to ravage her rival’s undercarriage. “Ready to tap that mat or do you want some more of this Camel Toe Clutch?”
Sharpe shook her head ‘no’ to deny Zahn’s tawdry terms and the ref’s question of surrender in a single stroke. Alas, this wasn’t enough to free her from the Catty Crab, indeed her grew that much worse when Lyssa switched over to a white-knuckled thumb and forefinger pincer grip! The contorted blonde pressed her face into the crook of one elbow and screamed to wake the dead, but the sound of it was equal parts pain and fury so the assembled throng wasn’t particularly surprised when she ‘smecked’ both hands against the deck and pushed herself all the way up, Zahn’s perch be damned!
The shift in her seat was most unwelcome, not that it stopped Lyssa from yanking and tearing at both holds for as long as she-- “BREAK!” Sharpe bellowed the instant she laced an elbow over the bottom strand. “Get the hell off me, skagNNUUHHH!”
The Tweeting Tyrant slammed Anna’s knee into the mat with an improvised Stump Puller, then got to her feet and casually smashed a Double Kneedrop into the small of opposing back. Anna cursed but refused to give up her grip because she knew damned well that Zahn would love to drag her back to the center of the squared circle.
While this was undoubtedly true, it overlooked a dangerous aspect of the Black Hat’s game, namely that she enjoyed punishing her prey no matter where they found themselves in the ring. To that end she raised both hands overhead to signify a (relatively) clean break, which meant Craig Long didn’t give her any hassle when she slipped out onto the apron shortly thereafter. He came to regret this almost immediately, or rather, as soon as Lyssa began stomping on her opponent’s bicep and forearm! Durable though she was, Sharpe couldn’t endure that sort of unprotected punishment for very long and she was forced to relinquish that supposedly protective clasp on the bottom rope.
“What’s wrong, don’t like the ropes anymore? Maybe you just need a different view.” Zahn reached through the strands, snatched hold of Anna’s hair and muscled her up just high enough to draw her upper body over the middle rope.
“Hey, get off her, Lyssa!” Craig protested. “She’s in the ropes!”
“No, she REACHED the ropes and let go. I PUT her in the ropes, meaning I’ve still got plenty of time… if my referee’s being impartial, that is.” That earned Lyssa a few seconds of blessed silence, during which she cupped Sharpe’s chin in both hands and twisted her head to the side in a snug Cravate.
“F*cking bytch.” Anna was working to free her noggin without noticeable success. “You’re gonna suffNRGH! NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
The smirking brunette made her foe suffer first with nearly a dozen Kneelifts to the Englishwoman’s sternum. There would’ve been more if Long hadn’t barked, “All right, get her out of there, Lyssa! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” Zahn landed her last shot in time with ‘FOUR!’ a full-force Kneelift between the eyes that broke the Cravate and sent Anna reeling away from the ropes to sprawl flat on her back near the middle of the ring.
KNEECOPLASTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vxlH6J1NQ5s
Lyssa, who’d been on her way through the ropes, withdrew to the apron when she noted the blonde’s position relative to the nearest corner. Heading to it without so much as a word of explanation for the sputtering zebra, Zahn made her way to the high rent district and stood tall to better survey her dominion. Pleased with what she saw, the Black Hat kissed her fingertips and lifted that hand to the fans only to transform it into a raised middle finger halfway up. Bolstered by the resultant boos, she leapt into the aether and raised both legs to hip level for a megaton Zahn Bomb aimed straight at her opponent’s che--THAWHAAAM!
Sharpe tumbled clear of Lyssa’s blast radius with half a heartbeat to spare, leaving the brunette to drive every bit of her hundred and thirty so pounds into the recently-vacated canvas! The crowd didn’t exactly love Anna Sharpe (and the feeling was more than mutual) yet they were more than happy to cheer quite vociferously when her evasion resulted in the Zahn Bomb blowing up Lyssa’s own tailbone.
Not that the Englishwoman paid the reaction much mind, after the rough treatment she’d endured at the hands of the Tweeting Tyrant she only had eyes for the stumbling, mincing brunette. Approaching from her opponent’s six, Anna growled, “Get your arse over here, little girl.” then made Zahn comply with the demand by snatching hold of her waistband and tugging her into a Forearm Smash that SPANKED across her lower back.
That slowed Lyssa considerably, but she didn’t really come to a full stop until Sharpe pounded a quick Kneelift into each buttock. “Salty bytch.” Zahn grunted. “Keep away from my HEYYEEERRRGGHHH!”
Not about to follow any course of action demanded by the brunette, Anna dipped her head and stuffed it beneath Lyssa’s left arm while neatly cinching her arms around the other wrestler’s waist. From there she dropped her hips and muscled the Black Hat onto the ball of her right shoulder, only instead of following through with a Suplex she swung Zahn back the way she’d came and THWHUMPED her butt-first atop the point of her posted right knee!
ATOMIC DROP @ 00:06
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EQUTmUO54t4
Lyssa shot up on tiptoe and baby-stepped her way to the ropes, a destination she might’ve reached if Sharpe hadn’t caught her by the scruff of the neck. Switching over to a blatant hair-hold despite protests from Zahn and the zebra, Anna darted forward and THUMPED a heavy Headbutt between the brunette’s shoulders!
That finally undid Lyssa’s knees, unfortunately the grip on her hair meant she managed to maintain her footing while the Briton switched over to a perfectly legal Wristlock. “Hope you liked working my trunks, slag.” Sharpe huffed at Zahn after she’d knocked her back a step with a short Shoulderblock to the sternum. “The next trip you take down there won’t be nearly so pleasant.”
“Buuuhhh…believe me.” Lyssa grunted. “Sticking a few fingers in that cesspool was hardly pleasOOFFH!”
Sharpe hit her with another Shoulderblock, then drew back and dropped a shoulder to send her foe hurtling across the ring on a sharp diagonal. Lyssa’s gait started off looking pretty ragged, though it had smoothed out by the time she wheeled around to collide with the buckles back-first. Her legs continued to hold, alas this tenacity proved more curse than blessing because it made her a perfect target for the Running European Uppercut that Sharpe THWHACKED offa her chin!
RUNNING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kscg08GgGVM
Settling in with her butt snugged against the other wrestler’s gulping tummy, Anna jabbed a Back Elbow into Zahn’s chin for the hell of it and followed it up with a few miniature Hip Checks to ensure the Insta-gator couldn’t catch her breath. “Aren’t you supposed to be some kind of tuff bytch? A real hard case?” the Englishwoman sniped. “You’re grunting and groaning like you’ve never been in a real fighRGH!”
Lyssa disabused her foe of that notion by filling both hands with the blonde’s breasts for a rough, kneading squeeze! “How’s that, loser?” Zahn gouged her chin into the side of Anna’s neck while continuing to grope and claw. “Feels pretty real, doesn’t NNNGGGHHH!”
Rather than fight the brunette’s grip Anna pressed her chin to her sternum, then snapped her head backward to catch Lyssa flush between the eyes! Brushing those faltering fingers loose within the span of heartbeats, Sharpe stepped aside, palmed the back of Zahn’s noggin and sent her stumbling toward the center of the squared circle. The blonde brawler didn’t follow, at least not right away. Instead she boosted herself into a perch on the second rope where she waited until Lyssa was right where she wanted. Only then did she dive headlong after her prey, Anna drawing back her right forearm to PWAK that elbow into the back of the Black Hat’s skull!
DIVING NORTHERN CLOTHESLINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6dR2xtKIg2Y
Lyssa pitched forward in a facedown sprawl that got turned over as soon as Sharpe caught the Half Nelson and rolled her onto her back. Cradling the far leg without ceremony, the blonde brawler pressed the ridge of her forearm to Zahn’s cheekbone and grrrrrroooound back ‘n forth while Craig counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lyssa didn’t actually kick out, rather she slipped an index finger into the corner of Sharpe’s mouth and yanked the Fishhook ‘til she broke the pin of her own accord. While one couldn’t argue with the short-term efficacy of such a tactic, the long-term validity was very much in doubt considering that Anna immediately wrapped both hands around the brunette’s wrist so she could bite her fingers! “BITING!” Lyssa shrieked to anyone who would listen. “BYTCH IS BITING!”
No argument from Craig Long, he knelt down beside the tangled tusslers and said, “Spit her out, Sharpe! You know better! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Anna did so, but also made a point to spit on the ref’s striped shirt in the process. Still holding the Vine Vixen’s captured wrist, the Englishwoman got to her feet with Zahn dragging along behind. An Irish Whip wasn’t long in coming, however Sharpe seemed to change her mind halfway through because rather than shoot her opponent into the ropes, she dug in her feet and drew the New Yorker back in. Doubling over as soon as she released the Wristlock, Anna stuffed her right shoulder into Zahn’s tummy and wrapped both arms around the brunette’s upper thighs so she could muscle her up onto the encroaching joint like she was sack of laundry. Sliding her hands to the curves of Lyssa’s calves, Sharpe turned a full circle to ensure anyone with particularly poor taste got a good look at her opponent’s squirming bum. Once that was done she snapped forward and dropped to her knees to whiplash Zahn off her perch and onto the deck with a THWHUMPING combination of Spinebuster and Alabama Slam!
ANNASTHETIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hgVkkrnH2Vg
Such a strong dose of Annasthetic resulted in the FAWNatics urging the blonde to go for a pin, however Sharpe had made a career of ignoring or downright spiting the crowd and she wasn’t about to change now. Especially not when presented with a golden opportunity to inflict suffering on her arrogant adversary. Back on her feet as soon as she’d reclaimed Lyssa’s ankles, Anna wrenched the TikTok Terror’s stems wide, then stepped through with her left leg to plant her foot beside Zahn’s right hip. With Lyssa’s right ankle secured beneath her left armpit, Anna threaded the brunette’s left leg across her own posted thigh and beneath her right calf. Then she turned Zahn onto her stomach and sat down deep, the no-nonsense Englishwoman extracting a pitiless revenge for her time in the Boston Crab courtesy a Sharpeshooter!
SHARPESHOOTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sfq5wc05Hho
“AAAARRRHHHHH SHYT!” Lyssa reaaaaaaaached out with her left hand only to discover she was at least six feet shy of the ropes.
Anna knew this of course, it was probably why there was a nasty smile on her face when she bounced a little harder and demanded, “Ask her. Sounds like the twat’s ready to quit.”
“What do you say, Lyssa?” Long kept a safe distance in hopes of avoiding the claws that’d bloodied his nose and ruined more than a few collars in the last few years. “”I need you to tell me something, Lys. Otherwise I’ll--”
“I’M DROPPING YOUR RATE-A-REF SCORE TO A F*CKING THREE!” she screamed. “NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY!”
Craig did just that, meaning the path was clear by the time Zahn pressed both hands to the canvas and forced her body off the mat by a few inches. Patently ignoring the ‘TAP!’ chants hurled in her direction, the TweetStormtrooper started crawling toward the ropes inch by hellish inch.
As for Sharpe, she didn’t seem to mind the brunette’s resilience at all, indeed she broke into a wide, knowing smile as Zahn dragged the both of them closer to the edge of the ring. “Think you’ll make it before something give out, tuff girl?” she dipped her knees and leaaaaaned into the hold to put that much more pressure on Lyssa’s lower back. “Too bad you can’t just hit ‘escape’ to get yourself out of this, right?”
“Jesus, you’re f*cking boring.” Lyssa snapped through clenched teeth. “Either you’re great in bed or Mason’s got the lowest standards of anyone I’ve ever RRRRRGGGGGGGHHHH!”
Anna stood up, then dropped into a deep squat, the Englishwoman driving her rear into the curve of Lyssa’s vulnerable spine! “Running your mouth isn’t the best idea when I could snap you in half, Zahn.” the blonde sneered. “But by all means, keep doing it if you want to tell your next Instagram story from the infirma--”
The Black Hat made a final convulsive lunge and threw her arm over the bottom rope. “BREAK!” she shouted to Craig. “GET THIS DUMPY BYTCH OFFA ME NOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW!”
Sharpe settled in and reefed back, the domineering Briton doggedly maintaining the Sharpeshooter until the ref reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count.
Credit the presence of mind of one Lyssa Zahn, she immediately dragged herself under the bottom rope to a relatively safe perch on the apron. Relatively proved the operative word because no more than three seconds passed before Anna reached through the strands to grab a huge handful of hair.
“Get your arse back in here, slag.”
“F*CK OFFA ME!” Lyssa’s right arm was still hooked around the rubber-coated steel, now she threw right leg over to strengthen her position. “GODDAMMIT LONG, GET CONTROL OF THIS PASTY SHYNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Coming to realize she couldn’t extricate the New Yorker with nothing but the hair-hold, Sharpe released that grip, bounced to her feet and promptly delivered one, two, three stomps to her opponent’s midsection! Those loosened Zahn’s hooks considerably, so Anna dropped to one knee and pumped half a dozen punches into that aching belly, then snatched a huge double handful of hair and hauled her truculent rival up and at least partway through, Lyssa finding her noggin thrust between the blonde’s thighs. Bearing down on Zahn’s temples with tennis-honed thighs, Sharpe chided, “Mind if I show them your tan-line, tuff girl?”
“Snide bytch, don’t you f*cking think about AAAARRRRHHHH!”
Anna helped herself to a whole lotta black lyrca and yanked it high and deep, the stretchy material vanishing between Zahn’s bronzed buns. Smirking at the whistles and catcalls, Sharpe relinquished the wedgie in favor of a Waistlock, the latter all the better to drag her opponent back into the squared-- “OOOWWW! BLOODY TART!”
Sharpe broke her grips and backpedaled away, though not so far that she couldn’t PWAK a short, angry kick into Lyssa’s chest. Zahn grunted and retreated through the strands to the apron, though Anna paid it little attention because she was rather preoccupied with the angry red crescent of teeth marks marring the inside of one pale thigh. “All right twat, you don’t want to go out between the ropes?” Sharpe muttered to the woozy battler. “We’ll finish this on the floor.”
No response from Zahn, so the powerhouse blonde whipped around and ran the ropes on the far side of the ring. Crossing the canvas in a few long strides, Anna reared back and TH-WHAM! The TikTok Terror launched herself over the middle rope to bury a shoulder in the Briton’s belly, her Slingshot Spear driving Sharpe into the deck spine-first! Lyssa wasted no time collecting both of her foe’s legs in a Back Press, that extra precaution ensuring Sharpe couldn’t drape an ankle across the ropes to halt the…
SLINGSHOT SPEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKc71ZJvsaE
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Anna powered loose with half a second to spare, a show of resilience that normally would’ve earned Craig Long a scorching rebuke from her adversary. Unfortunately for the Englishwoman, Zahn was focused on no one but her at the moment, as she discovered when the Black Hat grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to verticality without so much as a word of warning for the official. Quick to trap Sharpe’s head under her left arm in a Front Facelock, Lyssa reached down with her right hand, caught hold of the blonde’s right leg and deftly angled it across Anna’s left thigh in a loose sort of standing Figure Four. Yet there was nothing loose or even remotely pleasant about what came next. Lyssa dipped down and hoisted up, muscling Anna directly overhead only to drop to one knee and THWHUNK the nape of her burden’s neck across the point of her posted knee!
KNEEL BEFORE ZAHN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rWEccHOF33g
Sharpe slopped loose of the brunette’s clutches to land in a sprawled starfish and was immediately set upon by Lyssa, who crashed down across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Sharpe kicked out in the nick of time and now Craig did get a withering look, but Zahn didn’t bother to flip him off because she had both hands wrapped around the other wrestler’s left ankle. On her feet in the span of heartbeats, Lyssa used her grip to put some additional strain on the blonde’s knee as she yanked and dragged her out into the middle of the ring. Once there she spun around the captured limb and dropped to her back, an adjustment that turned Sharpe onto her belly.
In the same instant Zahn laid claim to Anna’s right foot and neatly crossed the Briton’s limbs over her own encroaching right leg. She then pushed to one knee, rolled Sharpe to her back and dragged her to a cross-legged seat so she could sidle around behind. With her right leg still threaded between Anna’s stems, Lyssa draped herself across the blonde’s back, slipped under her left arm and finally locked her arms around Anna’s head to CRAAAAAAAAAAANK back on the hellacious human knot she called the Profile Pic!
PROFILE PIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=s6OdIL969x4
“GIVE UP!” Lyssa barked at the groaning Briton as she yoked back on the hold hard enough to lift Sharpe off her butt.
“NUH-NEVER!” Sharpe’s left arm flailed helplessly but her right hand waggled out a defiant ‘no, no, no!’ to confirm that body and mind were on the same page, at least for the moment. “NOW LET ME GO YOU NASTY SLAGRRRRGGGHHH RRRRGGHH OOOOOWWWWW VILE TWAT!”
More than happy to add differing levels of anguish to her foe’s predicament, Lyssa hooked her left hand into a talon and raked it up Sharpe’s exposed flank more than half a dozen times before she grabbed hold of the blonde’s top and pulled it up, spilling her breasts to the jeers of the FAWNatics! Said jeers got that much louder when Zahn sank her claw into that hapless jugg and began to knead!
“What was that?” Lyssa taunted. “How long are you gonna hold on?”
“You evil cunt, I swear I’ll beat your arse for AAAAWWWWWWWW GAAAAAAAHHD STOP! STAAAAAAAAAHP!”
Zahn narrowed her focus to the blonde’s nipple, just pinching twisting and pulling the pliant flesh without mercy.
“What do you say, Anna?” Craig asked. “Need me to--” “SUBMIT!” Sharpe hollered. “I SUBMIT, NOW LET ME GOOOOOOO!”
Lyssa broke the claw-hold to bust out a bicep flex as soon as the bell sounded, though she didn’t relinquish the rest of hold just yet, choosing to emphasize each word in the Announcer’s proclamation with a derisive slap to the underside of Sharpe’s mauled breast.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… LYSSA ZAHN!”
Lyssa twissssssssted the blonde’s nub one more time, then stopped so she could beckon the cameraman to zoom in close.
“Let this be a lesson to any of you bytches who think I’m only tough behind a keyboard. Any of you want to find out the truth, feel free to ask Anna here.” she cupped Sharpe’s chin to better display her face for the camera. “Or you could just listen to my new ring-tone!”
Lyssa resumed the callous pincer, Anna resumed her wailing and Craig Long gamely tried to prize them apart, though he had failed to do so by the time the Red, White & Bruised feed cut away to a piece about Becky Clayton’s long, complicated history with Sue Burlingame.
ANNA SHARPE:
Reverend and the Makers ‘Heavyweight Champion of the World’ boomed out as the dirty blonde made her walk down the ramp en route to a battle with a woman who was her polar opposite in every way, save perhaps for general meanness. The prospect of the battle ahead registered only as a small, knowing smile, the powerful blonde content to let the capacity crowd imagine what sort of hell she’d unleash on the online loudmouth before showing them that the reality was far, far worse.
In her usual dark tank and booty hugging shorts, Sharpe rolled under the bottom rope and headed to far corner where she mounted the middle rope to better look out upon the sea of faces. She noticed several signs predicting a less than ideal end to the night’s festivities, though there were also quite a few urging her to shut Zahn’s incessant mouth (preferably by breaking her jaw) and it was to these fans that she showed a stoic but impressive double bicep flex, one that lasted until referee Craig Long came over to make a quick check of her pads and boots.
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Fox River, New York... she stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and thirty pounds. She’s the Pintrest Pin-Up, the TikTok Terror and a Black Hat extraordinaire, this is LYSSA ZAHN!”
DO YOUR WORST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L6Z9vfgMAgc
Rival Son’s ‘Do Your Worst’ hit the speakers and the boos came with it, the crowd unloading on the Savvy Savage before she’d even made an appearance. Zahn didn’t make them wait long though, it was only seconds later when the hardbody brunette stunner strode into view with ubiquitous smart phone already in hand. Greeting the trolls with a brazenly raised middle finger, Lyssa whipped ‘round in a half circle and raised her phone high enough to get a bird-flippin’ selfie with a great deal of the audience in the background. Satisfied with the results, she slipped the gadget into a snug elastic pouch strapped to her right bicep and stormed down the aisle while mouthing a choice line from her anthem. “Oh my, oh my baby, devil’s gonna get you if I don’t first.”
LYSSA ZAHNl
For tonight‘s battle Lyssa wore predominately black spandex: a two piece, the top with thin, pink shoulder straps set at a slight angle, and a pink mesh ‘plate’ over the clavicle, rising into a collar. The bottom rim of this piece and the neckline of the bikini top worked to create almost a heart-shaped ‘cleavage window.’ Matching bottoms with pink trim, pink wristbands and pads, and black boots completed the look.
More than happy to spit hot truth and cold hate at any cellar dwelling reprobate that had the gall to steal oxygen in her presence, Zahn zigged and zagged several times on her way to the ring just to make sure the crowd knew they would never, EVER get the last word while she was around. Only breaking off from this pastime when she reached the shadow of the squared circle, the Black Hat hurried up the steps and jumped over the top rope.
“Hey Craig,” Zahn called to the official after she’d settled into her corner, “You ever seen any highlights from Anna’s tennis career?”
“I have not, but I assume you have some pulled up?”
“Damn, way to spoil the joke, my dude. You’re supposed to say, ‘of course not, Lyssa. You know there aren’t any!’ and then I laugh and raise your Rate-a-Ref score by a point.”
Craig sighed as he checked on her pads and boots. “That’s not very nice of you, Lyssa.”
“Ya know what, I’m gonna raise that score by half a point just because that’s the smartest thing I’ve ever heard you say. Now get outta here, you’re bothering me.
Sharpe and Zahn left their corners at the sound of the bell, neither woman paying the jeers of the crowd the slightest bit of attention. Hunching forward into a grappler’s crouch as the distance continued to shrink, Lyssa beckoned the Englishwoman in close with a single crooked finger. “C’mon, Create-a-Wrestler One.” she chided. “Step up so I can slap some personality into--”
Anna lunged in with a Toe Kick that would’ve skewered the brunette’s midsection if she hadn’t caught Sharpe’s boot in both hands. “Nice telegraph, loser.” Lyssa scoffed. “Wanna try an Enzugiri next or is there something even more predictable on your miNNGGGHH!”
Sharpe leaned forward over her stretched stem and turned Zahn’s head to the side with a rough slap! “What’s wrong, bytch?” Anna asked. “Was getting the taste slapped out of your mouth not trending on RRRGGHHH!”
Not about to take any sort of sass from Lady McBland, the Black Hat wedged Anna’s foot beneath her right arm so she could drive the point of her left elbow into the Brit’s knee once, twice, three times! Sharpe snarled, reached for Zahn’s free hand and ate a tart backhand for her efforts. “Oh I’m sorry, did that sting?” she sniped. “Just wait ‘til you taste my forehanRRGHHH!”
Lyssa joked about it only moments prior, but the Enzugiri wasn’t nearly so funny when Sharpe sprang off her plant foot and THWHACKED it behind her ear! Dropping Anna’s foot to better tend to her ringing noggin, Lyssa turned and stumbled away, making it fully half a dozen steps before the controversial former tennis star grabbed hold of her waistband and reeled her in to a Forearm Smash that SMACKED across the small of Zahn’s back!
Showing a hard smile as Lyssa soaked up the hard shot, Sharpe tugged the brunette’s togs back ‘n forth, then unleashed another Forearm Smash to the same spot. “How’d that taste, girl?” the Englishwoman chirped. “What’s your rating, ten out of ten, would recommenDRGH!”
Zahn snapped her head backward, smashing the powerful blonde across the bridge of the nose. Following the Headbutt with a Back Elbow ended Sharpe’s grip on her togs, but rather than turn around she simply hooked her right arm around the back of Anna’s head and drew her down into a rough Side Headlock. Knotted hands pressed to the blonde’s cheek, Lyssa made a point to scrub her knuckles against those haughty features while simultaneously grinding Sharpe’s temple against the point of her hip.
“F*cking basic bytch, that’s what you are.” Lyssa proclaimed as she continued to pour pressure from the Headlock to Anna’s skull. “Did you really think you were gonna come in here and shove me around like I’m Shea f*cking London or someWHOAHHHHNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Anna was satisfied she could’ve prized the brunette’s grip apart if she wanted to, thing was, she’d already sussed out a quicker escape route. Cinching her arms around Zahn’s waist, she squeezed hard enough to make the TikTok Terror grunt, then she dropped her hips and muscled the other wrestler up, over and DOWN, Sharpe planting Lyssa high and tight on the back of her head courtesy of a Backdrop Suplex.
BACKDROP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=E47t-r8zQw8
Lyssa bounced to a seat at once but didn’t get a chance to do much anything else before Anna slipped her arms under opposing biceps and then laced her fingers across the nape of her foe’s neck to complete the Full Nelson. “HHHRRRRHHHHH!” Zahn couldn’t suppress a groan when Sharpe forced her chin deep into her own cleavage, though she made the Briton pay for the privilege by snatching an awkward double handful of hair.
SEATED FULL NELSON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a60Mqu1u_x0
“Hey, get off her hair Lyssa!” Craig warned almost at once. “You know you can’t--”
“Oh, I don’t mind.” Anna sounded remarkably unconcerned as she bore down on the simple hold. “Might as let her do something more interesting than stare into those mediocre tits. What would you rate those, Zahn? Four out of ten?”
“Twelve outta ten, honey.” Lyssa abandoned the hair-hold at Craig’s prompting, though now she was working twice as hard to make it to one knee. “At least that’s what I guessed Caity would give them based on how she was scoping me out the last time I was at the gymMRROOOOWWWWHAIR! HAIR, DAMMIT!”
Sharpe did indeed have a double handful of the brunette’s hair, apparently she didn’t much like the sound of her girlfriend’s name in the Insta-gator’s mouth. “You’re gonna want to keep real quiet when it comes to Mason, skag.” Anna growled over the babble of Long’s warning. “Unless you want her to whip your ass on the carpet the next time you dare set foot in the penthou--” Zahn reached one knee, then powered to boot-leather, forcing the Englishwoman to follow along. Backpedaling into the blonde as soon as she was upright, Lyssa laced her hands across the back of Sharpe’s head and-- “NNGGH!”
Zahn’s Jawbreaker attempt came to nothing because Anna drove a Kneelift into the brunette’s tailbone before she could sit out. “Damn, your arse is even less impressive than your tits.” she stuffed a few more Kneelifts into Zahn’s rump to emphasize the point. “No wonder you talk so much shyt on social media, it’s the only arena where you can back anything AAARRRHH BYTCH!”
Lyssa straightened up as best she could, then raised one foot and brought the heel of that boot stamping down on Anna’s toes! Grinding Sharpe’s foot allowed Lyssa to wrest free of the Nelson, unfortunately she was immediately drawn into an equally unpleasant Headlock, one that that mashed half of her protesting features into the heavy curves of the blonde Brit’s chest.
“Get your face in there, luv.” Sharpe chided the squirming brunette. “Let me shine up that smarmy face before I scrape it all over this ringGOOOOOWWWWWW!”
Lyssa actually did as Anna suggested, but this wasn’t so much compliance as it was counterattack seeing as the TweetStormtrooper promptly sank her teeth into that encroaching rack! “CHEAP TWAT!” Sharpe thumped a Kneelift into Zahn’s tummy, pulled her up with a double handful of hair and--CRAAACK! Not about to cut her Jugg Mugging short, Lyssa raised both hands high and brought ‘em whipping down on British bust! She followed with a similar slap to the underside of Anna’s girls and finished off by securing a stereo claw-hold.
“What’s wrong, not as tuff as you thought?” Lyssa sneered. “C’mon beeyotch, I thought you’d last long enough to make this interestRRGGHH!”
Proximity forbade Anna from unleashing with her fists or even a Headbutt, so she plunged both hands into the New Yorker’s hair and did her damndest to peel it off her head. Correctly guessing that neither of this charges would pay attention to a simple warning, Craig simply bustled up beside the action and began to count, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” Anna and Lyssa relinquished their grips at the same time and slowly raised their hands over-- Lyssa grabbed hold of the top rope on either side of the blonde and lunged forward to smash her opposition against the corner with a truncated Avalanche Splash!
Sharpe groaned and threw her arms around the American’s shoulders, presumably to hold her close enough to block another Splash. In this effort she was quite successful, however it didn’t stop Zahn from cinching both arms around Anna’s waist. Sharpe cupped her own elbows in anticipation of countering Lyssa’s Bear Hug with a Front Sleeper, so she was caught off guard when the Black Hat prized her away from the buckles and popped her hips to sling Anna up, over and DOWN with an emphatic Belly to Belly Suplex! Sharpe bounced free when she hit the canvas, so Lyssa scrambled atop her in a snug Crossbody and hooked the far leg for…
BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PnUxe_-qLpQ
ONE…
TWO…
Sharpe kicked out simultaneous with ‘TWO!’, the strong blonde adding a decisive pie-facing that earned her a retaliatory belly punch from the Vine Vixen. “Put your hand in my face again, Sharpe.” Zahn warned. “See what happNGH!”
Anna must’ve been curious because she scuffed Lyssa’s mouth with the heel of one palm, then grabbed a handful of hair and sat “HHHRRRGGGGHH!”
Zahn slammed a Hammer Fist into the fork of her foe’s crotch, shook free of the hair-hold, then treated Sharpe to some of the same and THUNKED a Headbutt into the bridge of her nose! The Englishwoman crumpled to her back with both hands pressed to her face, meaning she was oblivious of the threatening hand Zahn held over her center. After a moment’s debate Lyssa pounded the punch into her blonde’s tummy instead, just another distraction for Sharpe to sort out while the Black Hat knee-walked down to her opponent’s feet and took an ankle in each hand.
“Sneaking slag.” Anna began to twist and squirm as soon as she realized Zahn controlled her stems. “Get your f*cking hands off--” Sharpe’s exhalation of whistling anguish was utterly overwhelmed by the ‘oooooooohhhh!’ of the FAWNatics, not that the quiet did anything to diminish the pain or Lyssa’s enjoyment of the knee she dropped on the other wrestler’s groin.
Dismissing Craig’s ‘tsk-tsk’ with a cheeky wink, Zahn locked Sharpe’s boots beneath her armpits, tugged her up onto her shoulders, then rolled her onto her stomach and stepped over to sink down into a deep seat in the small of Anna’s protesting back! “See what happens when you put those pasty ass hands in my face?” the brunette chided while rearing back on the Boston Crab. “I mug your trunks and break your back! Of course if the rumors are true you’ll submit long before this can inflict any real damage. Because you’re a quitter, isn’t that right, Sharpe?”
BOSTON CRAB @ 00:22
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Og-whjHActE
“Only when the refs pull me off before I can really find my stride. But don‘t worry. I‘ll focus on your face instead of your fingers, that way you can still be a tuff bytch on the internet.” Anna tried to push up on her elbows, couldn’t muster the leverage and switched over to her palms. That arrangement allowed the Briton to push herself off the mat by almost six inches, however it also increased the strain on her spine by a factor of three, perhaps four.
Smiling wide as Sharpe began dragging their combined weight toward the ropes, Zahn shifted her perch so she could drive her tush down onto her opponent’s taut rump. “Oh honey, don’t you know? I’m a tuff bytch everywhere I go. That’s why I’m about to fold you in half!” The TikTok Terror stood up, stepped back and sat down again with her weight coming down across Sharpe’s shoulders.
“ErrrrrrhhhAAAAARRRRRRRHHHHH!” Anna tried to hold it in, but ended up shrieking long and loud when Lyssa leaaaaaaaaaned back on the spine-wracking hold!
“What do you say, Anna?” Long asked as the tips of Sharpe’s boots got closer and closer to the back of her head.
“No. NO!” Pinned down flat by the brunette’s high seat, the former tennis standout reeaaaaaaached back in search of Lyssa’s hair and when she couldn’t find that she jabbed her right elbow into Zahn’s hip and thigh no less than half a dozen times.
“Quit it, loser.” Lyssa wasn’t smiling anymore. “Or I’ll go right back to your trunNNNNRRRHHH! All right, f*ck you!”
Sharpe finally managed to get hold of the brunette’s hair and she pulled so hard it forced the Black Hat to look up at the overhead lights. Most in her position would’ve squealed to the referee for assistance, but Zahn had something even more effective in mind. Tossing Sharpe’s left leg down, she transformed the hold into a Half Crab and also freed her right hand for-- “OOOOOHHH YOU VICIOUS TWAT!” Anna shrieked at the top of her lungs when Lyssa clamped the Iron Claw between her thighs!
“Better vicious that victimized, Sherry Bobbins!” Zahn sniped as she continued to ravage her rival’s undercarriage. “Ready to tap that mat or do you want some more of this Camel Toe Clutch?”
Sharpe shook her head ‘no’ to deny Zahn’s tawdry terms and the ref’s question of surrender in a single stroke. Alas, this wasn’t enough to free her from the Catty Crab, indeed her grew that much worse when Lyssa switched over to a white-knuckled thumb and forefinger pincer grip! The contorted blonde pressed her face into the crook of one elbow and screamed to wake the dead, but the sound of it was equal parts pain and fury so the assembled throng wasn’t particularly surprised when she ‘smecked’ both hands against the deck and pushed herself all the way up, Zahn’s perch be damned!
The shift in her seat was most unwelcome, not that it stopped Lyssa from yanking and tearing at both holds for as long as she-- “BREAK!” Sharpe bellowed the instant she laced an elbow over the bottom strand. “Get the hell off me, skagNNUUHHH!”
The Tweeting Tyrant slammed Anna’s knee into the mat with an improvised Stump Puller, then got to her feet and casually smashed a Double Kneedrop into the small of opposing back. Anna cursed but refused to give up her grip because she knew damned well that Zahn would love to drag her back to the center of the squared circle.
While this was undoubtedly true, it overlooked a dangerous aspect of the Black Hat’s game, namely that she enjoyed punishing her prey no matter where they found themselves in the ring. To that end she raised both hands overhead to signify a (relatively) clean break, which meant Craig Long didn’t give her any hassle when she slipped out onto the apron shortly thereafter. He came to regret this almost immediately, or rather, as soon as Lyssa began stomping on her opponent’s bicep and forearm! Durable though she was, Sharpe couldn’t endure that sort of unprotected punishment for very long and she was forced to relinquish that supposedly protective clasp on the bottom rope.
“What’s wrong, don’t like the ropes anymore? Maybe you just need a different view.” Zahn reached through the strands, snatched hold of Anna’s hair and muscled her up just high enough to draw her upper body over the middle rope.
“Hey, get off her, Lyssa!” Craig protested. “She’s in the ropes!”
“No, she REACHED the ropes and let go. I PUT her in the ropes, meaning I’ve still got plenty of time… if my referee’s being impartial, that is.” That earned Lyssa a few seconds of blessed silence, during which she cupped Sharpe’s chin in both hands and twisted her head to the side in a snug Cravate.
“F*cking bytch.” Anna was working to free her noggin without noticeable success. “You’re gonna suffNRGH! NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
The smirking brunette made her foe suffer first with nearly a dozen Kneelifts to the Englishwoman’s sternum. There would’ve been more if Long hadn’t barked, “All right, get her out of there, Lyssa! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” Zahn landed her last shot in time with ‘FOUR!’ a full-force Kneelift between the eyes that broke the Cravate and sent Anna reeling away from the ropes to sprawl flat on her back near the middle of the ring.
KNEECOPLASTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vxlH6J1NQ5s
Lyssa, who’d been on her way through the ropes, withdrew to the apron when she noted the blonde’s position relative to the nearest corner. Heading to it without so much as a word of explanation for the sputtering zebra, Zahn made her way to the high rent district and stood tall to better survey her dominion. Pleased with what she saw, the Black Hat kissed her fingertips and lifted that hand to the fans only to transform it into a raised middle finger halfway up. Bolstered by the resultant boos, she leapt into the aether and raised both legs to hip level for a megaton Zahn Bomb aimed straight at her opponent’s che--THAWHAAAM!
Sharpe tumbled clear of Lyssa’s blast radius with half a heartbeat to spare, leaving the brunette to drive every bit of her hundred and thirty so pounds into the recently-vacated canvas! The crowd didn’t exactly love Anna Sharpe (and the feeling was more than mutual) yet they were more than happy to cheer quite vociferously when her evasion resulted in the Zahn Bomb blowing up Lyssa’s own tailbone.
Not that the Englishwoman paid the reaction much mind, after the rough treatment she’d endured at the hands of the Tweeting Tyrant she only had eyes for the stumbling, mincing brunette. Approaching from her opponent’s six, Anna growled, “Get your arse over here, little girl.” then made Zahn comply with the demand by snatching hold of her waistband and tugging her into a Forearm Smash that SPANKED across her lower back.
That slowed Lyssa considerably, but she didn’t really come to a full stop until Sharpe pounded a quick Kneelift into each buttock. “Salty bytch.” Zahn grunted. “Keep away from my HEYYEEERRRGGHHH!”
Not about to follow any course of action demanded by the brunette, Anna dipped her head and stuffed it beneath Lyssa’s left arm while neatly cinching her arms around the other wrestler’s waist. From there she dropped her hips and muscled the Black Hat onto the ball of her right shoulder, only instead of following through with a Suplex she swung Zahn back the way she’d came and THWHUMPED her butt-first atop the point of her posted right knee!
ATOMIC DROP @ 00:06
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EQUTmUO54t4
Lyssa shot up on tiptoe and baby-stepped her way to the ropes, a destination she might’ve reached if Sharpe hadn’t caught her by the scruff of the neck. Switching over to a blatant hair-hold despite protests from Zahn and the zebra, Anna darted forward and THUMPED a heavy Headbutt between the brunette’s shoulders!
That finally undid Lyssa’s knees, unfortunately the grip on her hair meant she managed to maintain her footing while the Briton switched over to a perfectly legal Wristlock. “Hope you liked working my trunks, slag.” Sharpe huffed at Zahn after she’d knocked her back a step with a short Shoulderblock to the sternum. “The next trip you take down there won’t be nearly so pleasant.”
“Buuuhhh…believe me.” Lyssa grunted. “Sticking a few fingers in that cesspool was hardly pleasOOFFH!”
Sharpe hit her with another Shoulderblock, then drew back and dropped a shoulder to send her foe hurtling across the ring on a sharp diagonal. Lyssa’s gait started off looking pretty ragged, though it had smoothed out by the time she wheeled around to collide with the buckles back-first. Her legs continued to hold, alas this tenacity proved more curse than blessing because it made her a perfect target for the Running European Uppercut that Sharpe THWHACKED offa her chin!
RUNNING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kscg08GgGVM
Settling in with her butt snugged against the other wrestler’s gulping tummy, Anna jabbed a Back Elbow into Zahn’s chin for the hell of it and followed it up with a few miniature Hip Checks to ensure the Insta-gator couldn’t catch her breath. “Aren’t you supposed to be some kind of tuff bytch? A real hard case?” the Englishwoman sniped. “You’re grunting and groaning like you’ve never been in a real fighRGH!”
Lyssa disabused her foe of that notion by filling both hands with the blonde’s breasts for a rough, kneading squeeze! “How’s that, loser?” Zahn gouged her chin into the side of Anna’s neck while continuing to grope and claw. “Feels pretty real, doesn’t NNNGGGHHH!”
Rather than fight the brunette’s grip Anna pressed her chin to her sternum, then snapped her head backward to catch Lyssa flush between the eyes! Brushing those faltering fingers loose within the span of heartbeats, Sharpe stepped aside, palmed the back of Zahn’s noggin and sent her stumbling toward the center of the squared circle. The blonde brawler didn’t follow, at least not right away. Instead she boosted herself into a perch on the second rope where she waited until Lyssa was right where she wanted. Only then did she dive headlong after her prey, Anna drawing back her right forearm to PWAK that elbow into the back of the Black Hat’s skull!
DIVING NORTHERN CLOTHESLINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6dR2xtKIg2Y
Lyssa pitched forward in a facedown sprawl that got turned over as soon as Sharpe caught the Half Nelson and rolled her onto her back. Cradling the far leg without ceremony, the blonde brawler pressed the ridge of her forearm to Zahn’s cheekbone and grrrrrroooound back ‘n forth while Craig counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lyssa didn’t actually kick out, rather she slipped an index finger into the corner of Sharpe’s mouth and yanked the Fishhook ‘til she broke the pin of her own accord. While one couldn’t argue with the short-term efficacy of such a tactic, the long-term validity was very much in doubt considering that Anna immediately wrapped both hands around the brunette’s wrist so she could bite her fingers! “BITING!” Lyssa shrieked to anyone who would listen. “BYTCH IS BITING!”
No argument from Craig Long, he knelt down beside the tangled tusslers and said, “Spit her out, Sharpe! You know better! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Anna did so, but also made a point to spit on the ref’s striped shirt in the process. Still holding the Vine Vixen’s captured wrist, the Englishwoman got to her feet with Zahn dragging along behind. An Irish Whip wasn’t long in coming, however Sharpe seemed to change her mind halfway through because rather than shoot her opponent into the ropes, she dug in her feet and drew the New Yorker back in. Doubling over as soon as she released the Wristlock, Anna stuffed her right shoulder into Zahn’s tummy and wrapped both arms around the brunette’s upper thighs so she could muscle her up onto the encroaching joint like she was sack of laundry. Sliding her hands to the curves of Lyssa’s calves, Sharpe turned a full circle to ensure anyone with particularly poor taste got a good look at her opponent’s squirming bum. Once that was done she snapped forward and dropped to her knees to whiplash Zahn off her perch and onto the deck with a THWHUMPING combination of Spinebuster and Alabama Slam!
ANNASTHETIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hgVkkrnH2Vg
Such a strong dose of Annasthetic resulted in the FAWNatics urging the blonde to go for a pin, however Sharpe had made a career of ignoring or downright spiting the crowd and she wasn’t about to change now. Especially not when presented with a golden opportunity to inflict suffering on her arrogant adversary. Back on her feet as soon as she’d reclaimed Lyssa’s ankles, Anna wrenched the TikTok Terror’s stems wide, then stepped through with her left leg to plant her foot beside Zahn’s right hip. With Lyssa’s right ankle secured beneath her left armpit, Anna threaded the brunette’s left leg across her own posted thigh and beneath her right calf. Then she turned Zahn onto her stomach and sat down deep, the no-nonsense Englishwoman extracting a pitiless revenge for her time in the Boston Crab courtesy a Sharpeshooter!
SHARPESHOOTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sfq5wc05Hho
“AAAARRRHHHHH SHYT!” Lyssa reaaaaaaaached out with her left hand only to discover she was at least six feet shy of the ropes.
Anna knew this of course, it was probably why there was a nasty smile on her face when she bounced a little harder and demanded, “Ask her. Sounds like the twat’s ready to quit.”
“What do you say, Lyssa?” Long kept a safe distance in hopes of avoiding the claws that’d bloodied his nose and ruined more than a few collars in the last few years. “”I need you to tell me something, Lys. Otherwise I’ll--”
“I’M DROPPING YOUR RATE-A-REF SCORE TO A F*CKING THREE!” she screamed. “NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY!”
Craig did just that, meaning the path was clear by the time Zahn pressed both hands to the canvas and forced her body off the mat by a few inches. Patently ignoring the ‘TAP!’ chants hurled in her direction, the TweetStormtrooper started crawling toward the ropes inch by hellish inch.
As for Sharpe, she didn’t seem to mind the brunette’s resilience at all, indeed she broke into a wide, knowing smile as Zahn dragged the both of them closer to the edge of the ring. “Think you’ll make it before something give out, tuff girl?” she dipped her knees and leaaaaaned into the hold to put that much more pressure on Lyssa’s lower back. “Too bad you can’t just hit ‘escape’ to get yourself out of this, right?”
“Jesus, you’re f*cking boring.” Lyssa snapped through clenched teeth. “Either you’re great in bed or Mason’s got the lowest standards of anyone I’ve ever RRRRRGGGGGGGHHHH!”
Anna stood up, then dropped into a deep squat, the Englishwoman driving her rear into the curve of Lyssa’s vulnerable spine! “Running your mouth isn’t the best idea when I could snap you in half, Zahn.” the blonde sneered. “But by all means, keep doing it if you want to tell your next Instagram story from the infirma--”
The Black Hat made a final convulsive lunge and threw her arm over the bottom rope. “BREAK!” she shouted to Craig. “GET THIS DUMPY BYTCH OFFA ME NOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW!”
Sharpe settled in and reefed back, the domineering Briton doggedly maintaining the Sharpeshooter until the ref reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count.
Credit the presence of mind of one Lyssa Zahn, she immediately dragged herself under the bottom rope to a relatively safe perch on the apron. Relatively proved the operative word because no more than three seconds passed before Anna reached through the strands to grab a huge handful of hair.
“Get your arse back in here, slag.”
“F*CK OFFA ME!” Lyssa’s right arm was still hooked around the rubber-coated steel, now she threw right leg over to strengthen her position. “GODDAMMIT LONG, GET CONTROL OF THIS PASTY SHYNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Coming to realize she couldn’t extricate the New Yorker with nothing but the hair-hold, Sharpe released that grip, bounced to her feet and promptly delivered one, two, three stomps to her opponent’s midsection! Those loosened Zahn’s hooks considerably, so Anna dropped to one knee and pumped half a dozen punches into that aching belly, then snatched a huge double handful of hair and hauled her truculent rival up and at least partway through, Lyssa finding her noggin thrust between the blonde’s thighs. Bearing down on Zahn’s temples with tennis-honed thighs, Sharpe chided, “Mind if I show them your tan-line, tuff girl?”
“Snide bytch, don’t you f*cking think about AAAARRRRHHHH!”
Anna helped herself to a whole lotta black lyrca and yanked it high and deep, the stretchy material vanishing between Zahn’s bronzed buns. Smirking at the whistles and catcalls, Sharpe relinquished the wedgie in favor of a Waistlock, the latter all the better to drag her opponent back into the squared-- “OOOWWW! BLOODY TART!”
Sharpe broke her grips and backpedaled away, though not so far that she couldn’t PWAK a short, angry kick into Lyssa’s chest. Zahn grunted and retreated through the strands to the apron, though Anna paid it little attention because she was rather preoccupied with the angry red crescent of teeth marks marring the inside of one pale thigh. “All right twat, you don’t want to go out between the ropes?” Sharpe muttered to the woozy battler. “We’ll finish this on the floor.”
No response from Zahn, so the powerhouse blonde whipped around and ran the ropes on the far side of the ring. Crossing the canvas in a few long strides, Anna reared back and TH-WHAM! The TikTok Terror launched herself over the middle rope to bury a shoulder in the Briton’s belly, her Slingshot Spear driving Sharpe into the deck spine-first! Lyssa wasted no time collecting both of her foe’s legs in a Back Press, that extra precaution ensuring Sharpe couldn’t drape an ankle across the ropes to halt the…
SLINGSHOT SPEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKc71ZJvsaE
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Anna powered loose with half a second to spare, a show of resilience that normally would’ve earned Craig Long a scorching rebuke from her adversary. Unfortunately for the Englishwoman, Zahn was focused on no one but her at the moment, as she discovered when the Black Hat grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to verticality without so much as a word of warning for the official. Quick to trap Sharpe’s head under her left arm in a Front Facelock, Lyssa reached down with her right hand, caught hold of the blonde’s right leg and deftly angled it across Anna’s left thigh in a loose sort of standing Figure Four. Yet there was nothing loose or even remotely pleasant about what came next. Lyssa dipped down and hoisted up, muscling Anna directly overhead only to drop to one knee and THWHUNK the nape of her burden’s neck across the point of her posted knee!
KNEEL BEFORE ZAHN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rWEccHOF33g
Sharpe slopped loose of the brunette’s clutches to land in a sprawled starfish and was immediately set upon by Lyssa, who crashed down across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Sharpe kicked out in the nick of time and now Craig did get a withering look, but Zahn didn’t bother to flip him off because she had both hands wrapped around the other wrestler’s left ankle. On her feet in the span of heartbeats, Lyssa used her grip to put some additional strain on the blonde’s knee as she yanked and dragged her out into the middle of the ring. Once there she spun around the captured limb and dropped to her back, an adjustment that turned Sharpe onto her belly.
In the same instant Zahn laid claim to Anna’s right foot and neatly crossed the Briton’s limbs over her own encroaching right leg. She then pushed to one knee, rolled Sharpe to her back and dragged her to a cross-legged seat so she could sidle around behind. With her right leg still threaded between Anna’s stems, Lyssa draped herself across the blonde’s back, slipped under her left arm and finally locked her arms around Anna’s head to CRAAAAAAAAAAANK back on the hellacious human knot she called the Profile Pic!
PROFILE PIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=s6OdIL969x4
“GIVE UP!” Lyssa barked at the groaning Briton as she yoked back on the hold hard enough to lift Sharpe off her butt.
“NUH-NEVER!” Sharpe’s left arm flailed helplessly but her right hand waggled out a defiant ‘no, no, no!’ to confirm that body and mind were on the same page, at least for the moment. “NOW LET ME GO YOU NASTY SLAGRRRRGGGHHH RRRRGGHH OOOOOWWWWW VILE TWAT!”
More than happy to add differing levels of anguish to her foe’s predicament, Lyssa hooked her left hand into a talon and raked it up Sharpe’s exposed flank more than half a dozen times before she grabbed hold of the blonde’s top and pulled it up, spilling her breasts to the jeers of the FAWNatics! Said jeers got that much louder when Zahn sank her claw into that hapless jugg and began to knead!
“What was that?” Lyssa taunted. “How long are you gonna hold on?”
“You evil cunt, I swear I’ll beat your arse for AAAAWWWWWWWW GAAAAAAAHHD STOP! STAAAAAAAAAHP!”
Zahn narrowed her focus to the blonde’s nipple, just pinching twisting and pulling the pliant flesh without mercy.
“What do you say, Anna?” Craig asked. “Need me to--” “SUBMIT!” Sharpe hollered. “I SUBMIT, NOW LET ME GOOOOOOO!”
Lyssa broke the claw-hold to bust out a bicep flex as soon as the bell sounded, though she didn’t relinquish the rest of hold just yet, choosing to emphasize each word in the Announcer’s proclamation with a derisive slap to the underside of Sharpe’s mauled breast.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… LYSSA ZAHN!”
Lyssa twissssssssted the blonde’s nub one more time, then stopped so she could beckon the cameraman to zoom in close.
“Let this be a lesson to any of you bytches who think I’m only tough behind a keyboard. Any of you want to find out the truth, feel free to ask Anna here.” she cupped Sharpe’s chin to better display her face for the camera. “Or you could just listen to my new ring-tone!”
Lyssa resumed the callous pincer, Anna resumed her wailing and Craig Long gamely tried to prize them apart, though he had failed to do so by the time the Red, White & Bruised feed cut away to a piece about Becky Clayton’s long, complicated history with Sue Burlingame.