Post by hawkeye on Sept 6, 2021 15:38:28 GMT
The Slaybor Day crowd was primed for another dose of carnage and if the concerned expression on the Announcer’s face was any indication, they were about to get more than they bargained for. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, 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 was greeted with a mixture of cheers and jeers that was as heady as it was surprising. Whether this was actual adulation for the Tweet Storm Trooper or simply residual love directed toward the opposition of her rival no one quite knew, and the woman in question didn’t care enough to let them think about it for long. Blowing through the curtain like a woman on a mission, Lyssa Zahn raised her arms in a jaunty ‘V’, then offered up a raised middle finger before plucking a smart phone from the snug elastic band on her right arm. “So tonight’s a special night for me,” she told everyone on the other end of her live stream. “It’s my first life hack video! That’s where you take a bytch’s whole world and hack it to pieces, right? Hope you’re excited, I know I am.” Ending the communiqué with another middle finger, she tucked the phone away and started down the aisle while murmuring an appropriate 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 sported the pink inversion of her usual attire that she’d favored as of late. Rather than black, this two piece was an almost feverish neon pink, the top with thin, black shoulder straps set at a slight angle, and a black 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 black trim, black wristbands and pads, and pink boots completed the look. Another new addition for the evening, Zahn had emblazoned her social media handle (identical across no less than six platforms) across the seat of her trunks and #WrathofZahn down the back of each boot.
The throng proved vocal as ever, Lyssa however was uncharacteristically quiet as she carefully scanned both sides of the aisle in search of a pre-match attack from her adversary. She found none, though this didn’t seem to prompt a return to her usual loquaciousness. No, that didn’t return until she’d dove under the bottom rope and popped to boot-leather beside Al Carpenter.
“Back again, huh, Algernon? You’re braver than the internet gives you credit for!”
“Or dumb enough to keep tempting fate.” the ref countered as he went about checking Zahn’s pads and boots.
“Trust me, fate’s going to be a lot kinder to you than it is to the bytch on the other side of the curtain. I mean, you’ll still end up cleaning blood off your shoes, but still, better than what she’s getting.”
Al sighed and stepped aside. “Leave your phone in the corner, ok, Lys?”
The Announcer resumed speaking, giving Zahn a perfect excuse to ignore the official as she headed to the far side of the ring. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Belasco Maine, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-three pounds, she is the First Degree Femme Fatale and the reigning and defending Queen of the Madhouse! They call her MISS MURDER, she is ELISE WINTERREST!”
OUT OF THE BLACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_d_C5b-BD4
Jeers of disdain, shouts of disgust and roars of general malaise from all corners of the arena at this pronouncement, the collected vitriol of the FAWNatics growing that even stronger once the pounding, staccato drumbeat of Royal Blood’s ‘Out of the Black’ oozed from the speakers. A few seconds later Elise stepped into view and spread her arms wide, the Icy Manipulator openly daring this menagerie of wasted skin to do their absolute worst. They did their level best, alas it wasn’t nearly enough to dissuade the Wolf of Winter. Or the house lights for that matter, as they sank into gloom before blazing forth in an eerie, fiery red. Galvanized by the combined hatred of the FAWNatics, Elise lifted a hand to the rafters, then tipped her head backward and drew an index finger across her exposed throat.
“Summer Swelter was an anomaly.” she explained to a camera that dared draw in close. “An error that will be corrected in the most unpleasant fashion imaginable. None of you will enjoy what you are about to see. But you will remember it. You will fear it. And you will be marginally better for it. Always eager to assist in the betterment of her fellow man, Miss Murder turned her attention to the troll lurking in the ring and started down the aisle.
ELISE WINTERREST:
Paying no mind to the wall of disgust now that she’d honed in on the TikTok Terror, Elise was a vision of icy calm in her fog gray ‘JUSTIFIABLE?’ tank-top, a fine example of sartorial viciousness that offered up a fine view of her lycra-sheathed midsection as well as her matching black elbow and knee pads and gleaming black boots that ended an inch south of her knee.
Drawing to a stop when she reached the foot of the ramp, Winterrest slunk over to a particularly odious member of the so called ’fan-base’ and placed a finger to his lips to make sure proper attention was paid when her anthem noted ‘So don’t breathe when I talk, ‘Cause you haven’t been spoken to.’ Leaving the cretin before he could claim any moment of actual contact, the Malicious Mainer sauntered up the steps, dipped between the ropes and claimed the center of the ring for her very own. Shifting her focus to the hard camera, Elise took the bottom edge of her shirt in both hands and peeled it overhead to fully reveal the black halter style one-piece with its four bright red slashes across the front. Tossing the garment to Nick with little more than a flick of the eyes, Elise’s nasty smile grew noticeable wider when she placed a fingertip at the top of each of those nasty red slashes. Then she sloooooooowly traced them all the way to the bottom to let Zahn know that the Swelter’s fluke was going to cost her dearly. Offering the idiots at home a final slow throat-slash, when the lights returned to normal, Winterrest turned and headed back to her corner without a word, forcing Al Carpenter to hurry after her to get through his final inspection.
The roar that followed the CLANG of the opening bell was undoubtedly enthusiastic, but also tinged with confusion, as those gathered for Slaybor Day hadn’t quite wrapped their minds around cheering for Lyssa Zahn, even if she was squaring off with Elise Winterrest. Lyssa’s expression suggested she wasn’t exactly comfortable with the notion either, though her usual confident smirk reappeared when she honed in on Miss Murder. Eager to finish what she’d started at Summer Swelter, Zahn started out of her corner on the double and was pleased to see Elise matching her step for step.
Given their silvered, razor sharp tongues and the oceans of bad blood between them, you’d be excused for believing their latest encounter would start with a few slyly delivered taunts, however that simply wasn’t the case. Their pace quickened even as the distance shrank and as soon as they were within reach of the hated other, the hands began to fly. One deep into her rival’s hair, just above the nape of her neck, the other fashioned into a fist that pounded off forehead, cheeks, nose and jaw, anything within easy striking distance.
“You gotta be kidding me, already?” Al groaned. “Out of the hair and open those hands, ladies! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Zahn flattened her hand into a fist to comply with one of the ref’s orders, then reared back and clouted Winterrest across the mouth once, twice, thri-- Elise abandoned her own offense to snatch hold of Lyssa’s wrist and draw that hand to her mouth, all the better to sink her teeth into the meaty base of the TikTok Terror’s thumb! Zahn roared with rage, yanked Elise’s hair hard enough to wrench her neck at an ugly angle and finally got her hand back by driving a Kneelift into the other brunette’s navel. Freedom did not mean separation though, not in the slightest. Paying no attention to the ugly red crescent that now marred her left thumb, Lyssa crooked that hand into a spade and dragged it down the side of Winterrest’s face no less than half a dozen times.
“I’m SO glad you accepted this rematch.” Zahn growled when the savage scoring gave way to another round of hair-pulling. “It’s about time someone other than Lemarchand got to run up the score on your narrow assSAAAARRRGHHHH!”
Enduring Zahn’s loathsome touch for the sole purpose of inflicting even greater harm in return, Elise hooked her index and middle fingers into the other wrestler’s nostrils up and out to force Lyssa onto frantic, stamping tiptoe! “As if there was ever any doubt, you disgusting troll. Did you for actually allow yourself to believe that you’d get away with what you pulled at Summer SweltEEEERRRRRHHHHH!”
Aware that the violence was ramping up at a pace even she found a little disquieting, Zahn shoved the thought aside before she palmed Winterrest’s skull and pressed her thumbs into the Icy Manipulator’s eyes! “Yuuuhhhh…. you started it, bytch.” she keened in an ugly, nasal tone. “I’m just finishing HHHHRRRGGGHHH!”
Elise hit her with a Kneelift that ended their respective grips, but the brunettes remained close until Lyssa lurched forward and smashed a Headbutt between Winterrest’s eyes. Both ladies stumbled backward in the wake of that malicious THWHUNK, their stereo retreats taking them to opposite sides of the squared circle.
Breathing a sigh of relief even as he stepped into the most dangerous spot in the building (I.E. between his charges) Carpenter raised a warding hand to both and barked, “Ladies, I’m about to make you a one-time offer, so listen up. If you promise you won’t spend this match trying to mangle each other’s faces, I can promise you’ll I’ll be quite lenient in every other aspect. But if you keep trying to hook noses and gouge eyes, I will make it a point to be the most obnoxious pain in the ass I can possibly be. Hell, I’ll use a Double DQ no matter what Upper Management is screaming in my ear. So what do you--”
“I agree to your terms.” Winterrest didn’t even let him finish. “The troll won’t miss any photoshoots unless she’s too ashamed to show her face in public. I warn you though, Algernon. Attempt to welsh on this arrangement and I’ll ensure you never stop screaming.”
Carpenter gulped but held his ground before turning to the other half of this volatile equation. “Lyssa? What do you say?”
The corners of Zahn’s mouth turned up in the faintest of smiles. “I’d say your Rate-A-Ref score just went up by a few points, dork. Now get out of the way, I need to talk to the nice lady.”
Al took a deep breath, pointed to each wrestler, then motioned them toward one another as he stepped clear. They wasted no time, their second approach just as swift as the first, though this one ended in a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up rather than a flurry of hockey punches. Actually, ‘clench’ was a far better descriptor as each wrestler set aside their technical prowess in favor of another massive handful of hair and a hand wedged against the shelf of her foe’s chin.
True to his word, Carpenter made no mention of the terrible tress tugging, though his charges might’ve appreciated a bit of his usual attentiveness if the taut, pained looks on their faces were any indication. Of course those expressions might’ve been the result of her rival’s other hand, which pressed and mashed, ground and groped at the lower half of her face. Neither Elise or Lyssa offered so much as a word of complaint, they merely continued to stamp around in an awkward little circle as they worked to remove great patches of the other brunette’s scal-- Winterrest’s right leg twitched up, causing Lyssa to pivot her hips in defense of a potential Low Blow. In that she succeeded if only because there was no Low Blow in the offering. Instead Miss Murder pressed the heel of her boot in snug just below Lyssa’s knee and dragged it down the length of her shin!
Zahn cursed, then hobbled away or at least tried to. She’d made it no more than a step when Elise doubled down on the hair-hold and yanked her opponent forward and down while simultaneously DRIVING the point of her knee into the center of Lyssa’s forehead. Zahn’s skull whiplashed away from the impact and she might’ve fallen flat on her butt if not for Winterrest’s white-knuckle grip on her hair. Thusly tethered, her knees went swimmy and she collapsed to all fours in front of her leering adversary.
“Why Algernon, I do believe I’ve been underestimating you.” Elise said with a wicked smile. “This idea of yours isn’t merely good, it’s brilliant.”
As these words left her mouth, Winterrest placed her right foot atop Zahn’s left hand and pressssssssssssed down with all her weight. “Grrrrhhhhh,” Lyssa hissed as she struggled to pull free. “Get your bony ass foot offa my--” CLAP!
Elise delivered an whistling slap to her opponent’s right ear! The Social Media Superstar reeled, went to press her free hand to that ringing ear, then cried out in dismayed fury when Winterrest caught hold of her wrist and forced it to the mat. “I could break every one of your fingers right now, if the urge so took me.” Elise observed after she’d trapped Lyssa’s right hand beneath her other boot. “It’s a tempting idea, certainly it would keep you from producing any more insufferable tweets for--”
“Voice to text is a thing, asshole.” Zahn interrupted. “And it’ll take a lot more than a couple casts to stop me from posting more ‘Winterrestroom’ memGUUUUHHHRRRK!”
The Wolf of Winter reeled her penitent prey into a Standing Headscissors made all the more unpleasant by the hand-crushing trap. “That curve isn’t going to do anything for your posture, Zahn.” Elise said of her foe’s exposed back. “Why don’t you try sitting up straight?”
“Sure. Why don’t you get your f*cking feet offa my eeeerrrrrrrhhhh!”
Winterrest leaned over, pressed her fingertips to the small of the other brunette’s back and raked all the way up between her shoulders! Never satisfied with one when she could take two (or ten) Elise repeated the rump ravaging maneuver at least half a dozen times and thanks to combination of finger-trap and Standing Headscissors, there was nothing for Lyssa to do but grit her teeth. Alas, this silence seemed to irritate the Wolf of Winter because she abruptly halted the clawing in favor of a stinging overhand slap to the cheeks that earned raucous ‘WOOOOOO!’ from the FAWNatics.
“Where’s that much-lauded wit of yours, Zahn?” she hissed. “I thought you possessed an infinite capacity for humor, regardless of the topic. And I’m giving you plenty to work with.” she crooked her fingers into talons and dragged them up the curve of Lyssa’s glutes like she meant to draw blood. “Surely one with your appreciation for nonsense can find something amusing in this sloppy cottage-cheese ass of yo--”
“Keep talking, bytch.” Zahn’s voice was deadly serious, despite the obvious strain imposed by her current predicament. “And I promise you’ll be wide awake the next time I sit this ass on your oooooooowwwww F*CK!”
Winterrest slipped her fingers into the leg-holes of Lyssa’s pink briefs and gave one side of the arena a tawdry view of her opponent’s tan-lines courtesy a truly malign wedgie! “You are in no position to threaten me, you lumpy little troll.” Elise sneered even as she jerked the distended material up and down and side to side. “All you can do now is swallow your pride and beg for mercy before I pull these tacky little trunks down over your noseEERRRH!”
The Insta-gator finally wrenched her hands out from under Winterrest’s boots and promptly sank her talons into the back of her tormentor’s thighs! Miss Murder didn’t much care for to see the rules of the game changed when she was enjoying a commanding lead, so she gave the wedgie a final yank, then hopped in place to drive the slim curve of her own rump down onto the base of Lyssa’s skull. Zahn groaned and rolled away with both arms swaddling her aching noggin as she sought sanctuary in the ropes. She’d just grabbed hold of the bottom strand when Winterrest strode in and delivered a sharply angled Knife-Edge Chop across the swell of her opponent’s backside!
“BYTCH!” Zahn barked as she clambered to all fours. “Back it the f*ck up, I’m in the ropeSNNGGGHH!”
Elise hopped, raised her knees to chest level and stamped down full force, the Malicious Mainer once again focusing her ire on Lyssa’s ass. Taking hold of the top rope to help steady her perch, Winterrest began to scuff her feet like she was trying to get some extremely tenacious dirt from the soles of her boots. “This illusion of competency has continued long enough, Zahn.” Elise growled to the protesting grappler. “It’s time you finally accepted your role in the FAWN hierarchy as nothing more than a particularly eloquent door mat!”
“That’s enough, Lyssa.” Al said from a short distance away. “I said I’d be lenient, not that the rules no longer apply. She’s in the ropes, so--”
“Don’t waste your breath with a warning, then.” Winterrest snapped. “Simply begin your asinine count and I shall make the most of it.”
Carpenter didn’t argue, he simply began counting and Elise did in fact make the most of it by essentially running in place atop Zahn’s increasingly beleaguered buttocks. The Icy Manipulator hopped off at ‘FOUR!’ only to plunge her hands into Lyssa’s hair when she realized the other wrestler had relinquished her grip on the ropes in favor of tending to her scorched glutes.
“Can you hear the concern in their tone, you capering idiot?” Winterrest asked once she had the other brunette back on her feet and corralled in a Front Facelock. “That’s how you differentiate between embarrassment and humiliation. Embarrassment gets cheers. Humiliation gets… well, I’d rather show you.”
“Thuuuuhhh… that’d be f*cking first.” Zahn grunted as she made another fitful attempt to escape Miss Murder’s grasp. “Don’t you ever shut HUUFFHH!”
Elise stuffed a knee into her foe’s gut, grabbed hold of that already distended waistband and put it a little more out of place by hoisting Zahn off her feet. Not directly overhead though, Winterrest got her burden to about two o’clock, then tromped over to the nearest corner and dumped Lyssa into an awkward seat on the top turnbuckle. A single quick Slap kept Zahn from catching her bearings or her breath, which meant she couldn’t stop Elise from grabbing a double handful of hair and pulling her down so she was upside down and eye to eye with the middle buckle.
Those assembled grumbled softly and shifted in their seats as the First Degree Femme Fatale took a moment to observe her handiwork. None of them quite knew what Elise had in mind but everyone knew no matter what it turned out to be, it would spell trouble for the Social Media Superst--CRAAACK!
Left shoulder pointed toward her prey, Elise touched that hand to her right shoulder before she lashed a Knife-Edge Chop across those vulnerable glutes! Lyssa groaned, the FAWNatics groaned with her and both grew considerably louder when Winterrest piled on three more Chops one right after the other! These were followed by whipcrack overhand Slaps, Elise delivering her devastating derriere destruction with a pitiless mechanical efficiency that had Lyssa whining in pain as the other wrestler’s palm prints glowed into stark relief upon her cheeks.
Another full set of Chops and Slaps brought Carpenter to the corner and Winterrest almost saluted him for heading straight to the count rather than sully the air with another pointless warning. But such a display would’ve cost her time she didn’t have, so instead she hooked onto Lyssa’s waistband with both hands while simultaneously bracing her right foot against the small of the New Yorker’s back.
“AAAAAAAAWWWWW GAAAAAAAWDAMMIT STAAAAAHP!” Zahn shrieked in abject misery pushed forward with her braced foot and sank into an awkward crouch to make even more of the TikTok Terror’s trunks disappear!
“DO YOU UNDERSTAND NOW, TROLL?” Elise snarled at the suffering battler. “THIS IS SHAME! THIS IS HUMILIATION!”
The Icy Manipulator had plenty more to say, yet she held off for the moment because Carpenter had reached ‘FOUR!’ and she had no interest in hearing even a word of his nattering. Shooing him away from the corner as she took her own leave, Elise strutted to the center of the squared circle where she broke into a sprint and raced to the far corner only to hop onto the second rope and twist ‘round in mid-descent so she didn’t miss a step racing down her own back-trail. Lyssa never saw any of this, she was far too concerned trying to wriggle out of the corner. Thus she remained blissfully ignorant of this oncoming doom until the moment Winterrest took to the skies and THWHUMPED both knees into the reddened slopes of Zahn’s ass.
Absolutely crushed between buckle and bone, Lyssa crumpled to the deck and would’ve stayed there for who knows how long if Miss Murder hadn’t grabbed hold at wrist and ankle and draaaaaaaaaaaagged her out to the center of the ring. From there she dropped alongside the other brunette, collected both legs in a snug bundle and folded her in half, Winterrest very deliberately choosing the Back Press so the fans (and the cameras, especially the cameras) got a good glimpse at her five-fingered brand while Carpenter counted out…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Zahn popped her hips and flopped onto her stomach to escape defeat, though the Tweeting Tyrant looked anything but as she tried to reset her cruelly rearranged trunks. “Fuuuuhhhh…f*cking bytch.” she rasped. “You don’t know who you’re f*cking with. You’ll…. you’ll never humiliate me out of a OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!”
Elise swatted Lyssa’s hands aside, snatched hold of those now familiar pink briefs and spent the next three seconds trying to split her rival up the middle. Grinding her teeth to keep from shrieking to the rafters, Lyssa scrambled to all fours and tried to scramble to the sanctuary of the ropes. Alas, Winterrest simply wasn’t keen to let the other brunette escape and she used that hellacious wedgie to drag her rival to boot-leather while safety was still well out of reach.
An Overhand Slap between Zahn’s shoulders froze her long enough for Elise to relinquish the wedgie in favor of a Wristlock on the other woman’s left hand. A single Arm Ringer drew a yelp from Lyssa that transformed into a frustrated groan when Miss Murder doubled her over and deftly threaded her left leg over the back of Zahn’s noggin. In the next breath she reached down over Lyssa’s back, grabbed hold of her right arm and pulled the limb up and backward at a sharp angle that allowed Winterrest to pin it beneath her own armpit. Octopus thus secured, Elise fluffed her hair, stifled a rather theatrical yawn, then looked around like she was forgetting something patently obvious. Setting her free hand on the heavy curve of Lyssa’s buns, the Malicious Mainer drummed her fingers and murmured, “What to do, what to….oooooooohhhhhh, of course!”
She raised her right hand high and brought it CRACKING down on Zahn’s cheeks. That was the only sound (save for the reaction from the crowd) but Winterrest could feel the panicked little poseur holding back genuine sobs and she wanted to hear them. She wanted everyone to hear them. Right hand already rising, Elise held her five-fingered switch high as she said, “I’d like to offer you a deal, Melyssa. Sob the next time I slap this fat ass and I’ll let you go, no questions asked. Should you insist on maintaining this boring tuff girl silence, I’ll paddle you to tears, swear to god I--”
“Suck shyt f*ck face.” Zahn interrupted as she began an awkward, trundling journey toward the ropes. “I’ll never take a deal from the likes of--”
More pained silence from the Insta-gator as Winterrest brought her hand down half a dozen more times, each new SMACK! sounding like a gunshot in the cavernous space of the FAWN Arena. Credit the will of one Lyssa Zahn. Expert trash-talker though she was, the Tweeting Tyrant proved she could hold her tongue when the situation called for it, as evidenced by her grim silence throughout the duration of her fifteen second journey to the ropes.
Of course you couldn’t appreciate Lyssa’s resilience without also appreciating Elise’s equally vicious determination. Smile falling away as Zahn once again tried to defy her will, the Icy Manipulator’s right hand rose and fell more than a dozen times, the blows alternating between cheeks that now glowed the angry red of a particularly nasty sunbur--“ROPES!” Lyssa bellowed when she finally wrapped a hand around the rubber-coated steel. “Get the f*ck offa me you sadist, I’m in the ropesOOOOHHHH F*CK YOOOOOOOOO!”
Still hooked to her prey’s back, Elise former her paddlin’ hand into a pincer and went to work with a special focus on the deep crease between Zahn’s buttocks and upper thighs. Lyssa kept hold of the ropes through it all and Al didn’t waste any time starting his count though it still felt like the ‘FOUR!’ was a long time in coming.
LYSSA ON THE HOT SEAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aavBGgHZUAQ
Practically throwing herself through the ropes when Winterrest let loose, Lyssa took a knee and several deep breaths while very gingerly returning her poor trunks to something resembling the factory preset. She was perhaps halfway through the process when Elise stormed up, reached over the ropes and buried both hands in the other brunette’s hair. “Enough dawdling, candy-ass.” she sneered. “Get up and let’s finish thisSHHHRRRRGGGHHH!”
Lyssa got up all right, but only to snatch her own double handful of hair. Just like that she hopped up and plunged from the ledge to the floor to TWANG her tormentor throat-first across the top rope! Winterrest coughed violently and backpedaled halfway across the squared circle, both hands tight to her neck as she fought to catch her breath. As for Lyssa, she landed awkwardly and would’ve gone down on her ass if she hadn’t caught hold of the ring apron. Letting go only when she was satisfied her knees wouldn’t give out, Zahn reached behind her back, slipped both index fingers into the bunched material of her trunks and stifled a low, miserable groan when she finally, mercifully undid Miss Murder’s wicked wedgie.
“You bytch.” her voice wasn’t even a whisper. “You’re gonna pay for that. No one,” she paused, the immensely proud brunette simultaneously incensed and embarrassed by the word that came unbidden to her lips, “no one humiliates me.”
Elise heard nothing of this over the din of the crowd, yet she must’ve sensed Zahn’s intent because she looked up the instant her opponent grabbed hold of the middle rope and boosted a knee onto the apron. Throwing herself at the ropes on her six, Winterrest bounded across the canvas and dove feet-first beneath the bottom rope in a Baseball Slide Dropkick aimed squarely at Lyssa’s-- a roar of delight from the FAWNatics when Zahn hopped back to the floor, caught hold of the ring skirt and lifted it just high enough for the Icy Manipulator to find herself caught snug between the apron and the skirt!
“Gutless piece of shyt.” Winterrest growled as she fought to get herself out of the odd trap. “These tricks won’t saveNNNGGGHHH!”
Lyssa clouted her across the jaw with a straight right hand that put the other brunette’s head on a swivel. “Oh, these tricks aren’t about saving me, Elsie.” the Social Media Superstar explained after she’d filled one hand with her opponent’s hair. “They’re about making your life as miserable as f*cking possible!” With that she unloaded a machine-gun flurry of jabs to the face and forehead, at least a dozen and possibly closer to two before she grabbed hold of the other wrestler’s biceps and draped her arms over the bottom rope. “Did you like spanking my ass?” Zahn didn’t wait for a reply, rather she drew her right hand up to her left shoulder and CRACKED a nasty Knife-Edge Chop across Winterrest’s chest.
Elise bared her teeth, tried to shrug an arm free of the strands and got decked in the mouth for her efforts. “Is that what I was doing?” she asked Zahn. “I thought I was burning trash. That’s certainly what it smelled likeOOOOOOOWWWWWWW F*CKING SLUT-BAG TROLL!”
Lyssa laid more lighting across Elise’s chest with another Chop, then began the long work of narrowing the catty deficit by seizing Winterrest’s nubs in an energetic pincer grip! “What’s wrong, bytch?” Zahn’s confidence was on the rise now that she was dishing out the punishment and not enduring it. “Bad girl not so bad when she has to deal with a little, and I do mean little, titty twisting?” Winterrest grimaced, then thrashed her legs in an effort to get out from behind the ring skirt, but Lyssa countered these efforts with another long, eye-watering tweak.
Gnashing her teeth to fight through the pain, Elise hissed, “Is that the best you have to offer? Dear lord, it’s no wonder you’ve achieved more success as Allard’s co-host than in the riNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Lyssa abandoned the terrible twister so she could palm the Icy Manipulator’s head in both hands and THUNK a Headbutt into the bridge of her nose! Leaning in so she could put her lips to Winterrest’s ear, Zahn murmured, “I succeed in whichever field I chose. Most of the time that field is wrestling. Once a week it’s podcasting. And tonight? Tonight’s all about giving you the worst beating of your whole miserable life.”
Elise’s reply was part guttural, part nasal and all insensible, so Lyssa pumped a Kneelift into her belly, then slapped on a Front Facelock and slung the other brunette’s near arm across her shoulders. Hooks set deep, she muscled Elise up ‘n over the confines of the ring skirt, set her down on the floor and immediately popped her hips to THWHUMP Winterrest down on the thinly-padded concrete with a textbook Snap Suplex!
SNAP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hXoaF5uxO8E
Groaning in the wake of that spine-shivering landing, Elise sat up and pressed a hand to the small of her back to rub out the worst of the kin-- Zahn snatched a handful of her opponent’s hair and jostled her head from side to side, prompting an immediate, growling response from Miss Murder. “Grrrrhhhh, get your tacky hands off me, you vile slNNNGGGHH!”
Back to her rival, Lyssa drew her hips forward, then thrust them back to slam the medicine ball curve of her rump into Winterrest’s sneering mug! The FAWNatics whistled and whooped for more, but Zahn only rolled her eyes and waggled a finger in their direction. “All in due time, dorks.” With Winterrest’s senses suitably scrambled by the Hip Check, Lyssa used the hair-hold to set her on her feet before switching over to a Wristlock. “Did I say I was going to give you the worst beating of your life just a second ago?” Zahn chided as she pointed her back toward the corner housing the steel steps. “I think I did, but I misspoke. I meant to say I was going to beat you to within an inch of your life.”
“Promises, promises, you spineless little pos--”
The Social Media Superstar stepped away, dropped a hip and hurled her burden toward the corner with all the malice she could muster. Elise saw the steps growing larger and knew she couldn’t hope to avoid them so spun on one foot and took ‘em back-first with a hollow, booming BWUUUNG loud enough to set some fans teeth on edge. Quick to note the way Winterrest wound up slumped in the corner created by the steps and the ring apron, Zahn took several steps back, then paused when she saw Al Carpenter hovering by the ropes. “You’re gonna want to take that count real slow, Carpenter.” she explained. “Elsie and I have some things to work through out here.”
“I can do that.” the ref agreed. “But I won’t restart it. Understand?”
“I do. Thank you for your cooperation.” Lyssa’s words were was surprisingly civil, her actions however were something else entirely. Breaking into a sprint as soon as she was done with Al, the Tweeting Tyrant bore down on Elise only to whip ‘round at the last second and THWHAM her glutes into the other wrestler’s mug with a massive Running Hip Check! The base of Winterrest’s skull bounced off the apron with enough force to knock the top step out of true without knocking it over, so Lyssa snagged her foe at the shoulder-straps and dragged her upright so they could both climb to the top.
“You know what’s great about beating the shyt out of you, Elsie?” Zahn asked after she’d secured the trappings of what looked to be a Vertical Suplex. “You’re such a trash human that these people will cheer it no matter what I do. Stuff that’d get me booed out of the building against Jacobs or Sammain or even Lemarchand, they’ll cheer their hearts out as long as it’s you on the receiving end.”
“I… I know you probably didn’t hear it, what with all the bawling and sobbing,” Winterrest huffed, “But those same people were just as loud when I was beating that dumpy lunch-pail you call an assSWHOOOAAANNNNGGGGHH!”
Lyssa didn’t have a satisfactory verbal retort for that observation, so instead she bared Elise’s left cheek in a wedgie of her own, then hoisted Miss Murder directly overhead and toppled back off the steps to THA-WHUMP her foe to the floor with a nastily-augmented Vertical Suplex! Both brunettes jounced to pained seats but it was Zahn who made it back to her feet while rolled onto one side and curled into a loose ball. “Oh no, it’s not time for begging and crying.” Lyssa growled as she reveled in the sight of her vulnerable opposition. “It’s time you learned a valuable lesson. F*cking with me has dire consequences, keyboard or no keyboard.”
Winterrest answered with a derisive growl that became a stunned groan when Zahn grabbed hold of her hair and bounced her head like a basketball. “How about you get it back in the ring, Lyssa?” Al called from somewhere overhead. There’s folks on three sides of this building that’d love to watch the match in a ring and not on the ‘tron.”
Lyssa rolled her eyes, bounced Elise’s noggin one more time, then stood up and identified the nearest cameraman. “Hey dorkus, tight on me, huh?” He did as bade and Zahn took a few steps forward to ensure she filled the entire field of vision. “I know some of you on the other side of the ring might not have the best view at the moment, but the acoustics in this place are kind of ridiculous. So if you quiet down and watch real close, I promise the angle won’t matter.”
On that politely ominous note she strolled back to Winterrest and scraped her off the floor via a huge handful of hair. Soon as Elise was vertical she threaded an arm between her legs, hooked the other over one shoulder and scooped her up for a THWHUMPING Body Slam that earned sympathetic groans from all corners of the arena. These quickly faded when the TikTok Terror hopped onto the apron and hurried to the corner nearest the steps. From there she turned to face Winterrest and rushed down the narrow ledge, Lyssa building up a goodly head of steam by the time she sprang out into the void! Zahn wasn’t usually known as a high flyer, but she got plenty of hang time and a great arc of descent on the gluteal payload she delivered unto Elise’s chest, the pinpoint Zahn Bomb crushing Winterrest’s breasts to her sternum with an ugly THAWHUMP!
Lyssa bounced to boot-leather, ran both hands through her hair and earned some roars from the sold out crowd with a hip-shimmying grind delivered directly over her prone rival. “Well Elsie, you’re an awful person but you make for a helluva landing pad.” Zahn scoffed in the midst of scraping the other brunette off the thin blue mat.
“Yuuuuuhhhh… you would know all about being a terrible human being, wouldn‘t you, Melyssa?” Miss Murder gasped, clearly still short of breath after the Zahn Bomb. “That razor-edged tongue of yours is the only reason you’ve achieved a platform greater than that of a garden variety neck-bearDRRRGGGHH!”
Switching her grip to trunks and tresses, Zahn swung her rival through a full circle, but rather than toss her under the bottom rope she DROVE Winterrest’s ribs into the edge of the apron! Eyes hard and dark as she snatched hold of Elise’s hair, Lyssa yanked the breathless wrestler’s head up and growled, “You don’t get to judge me, bytch. Not after some of the shyt you’ve pullRRGGGHH!”
Winterrest gouged an elbow into the pit of Zahn’s stomach, straightened up fast and pulled the Insta-gator down into a weary Side Headlock. Zahn fought like a wildcat in a snare, so Winterrest squeezed a little tighter, then worked her left leg in between Lyssa’s and whipped it up and back to DRIVE that heel into her opponent’s crotch! The Tweet Storm Trooper wailed and might’ve collapsed to her knees if Winterrest hadn’t drew the Headlock a little tighter. Holding Lyssa’s head snug against the point of one hip, Elise shifted her weight so she could keep the pressure on while simultaneously grrrrrrriiiiinding Lyssa’s skull against the edge of the apron!
“Oh but I can and do.” Winterrest offered a ghastly smile as she tried to scrape a great swath of Zahn’s face clean off. “Because I am gifted with the serenity that comes with knowing exactly who I am. I am despicable, malicious and most importantly, I am CRUEL.” With that she bore down and started to walk along the perimeter, all the while dragging Lyssa’s face against the abrasively blunt edge. “You however, you make no such distinction. No doubt you would claim you’re simply true to yourself, when we both know this is merely a convenient excuse to keep yourself the center of attention at all times.”
Zahn fought mightily to get away, the Social Media Superstar gouging elbow after elbow into her attacker’s flank in hopes of freeing herself before--“NNNNGGGHHH!” Elise gave up the Headlock for a double fistful of hair, yanked Zahn up on tiptoe and drove her forehead into the steel ring-post with a low, ugly BWUNK! Lyssa’s knees shivered violently, she braced her hands against the top step and-- BWANG! Winterrest swatted her foe’s hands away, all the better to slam Zahn’s skull against the top step!
Shifting all her weight to her left foot, Miss Murder raised her right leg and set that knee against the nape of Lyssa’s neck so she could grind the bony joint in as deep as possible. “You’re the center of attention now, Melyssa.” Elise sneered, the black-clad beauty clearly enamored with Zahn’s suffering. “Certainly mine, and everyone else’s for that matter. Are you enjoying yourself? Are you thinking about how many likes and re-tweets you’re racking up? Or perhaps you’re pondering the tale of the Monkey’s Paw.” Winterrest slid her knee south a couple inches so she could Zahn’s red, abraded face off the step. “You should see all the cameras going off, it’s actually quite beautiful.” she purred. “I wonder how many of them will find their way to the Humiliation Gallery at Gladiat--”
“Nuuuhhhh… not nearly as many as there are of me sitting on your fugly face.” Lyssa interrupted in a furious growl. “Bethany tells me they’ve got enough to make an advent calendar. Should be ready by ThanksgivNNNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Elise slammed Lyssa’s head down again, removed her knee and began to clamber up the steps without releasing her hair-hold. Moving quickly (but not carefully, it should be noted) the Wolf of Winter turned Zahn’s head to the side so she facing the fans on the other side of the barricade. In the next instant she planted the sole of her right boot against Lyssa’s cheek and rose to her full height. “You may be a monument to shameless self aggrandizing in the digital world, Lyssa Zahn,” Elise explained as she raked a hand through her dark hair, “but out here in the realms of bone and blood and meat, you’re a stepping stone. No, that’s giving you too much credit. You’re… a cockroach. A cockroach that can’t mind her own business!”
Miss Murder hopped and stomped down, just BWANGING Zahn’s head against the top step! An audience-wide groan, tinged with legitimate concern, rippled through the FAWN Arena as Lyssa dribbled off the steps and puddled on the floor in an insensate mess.
“Get it inside, Elise. Now.” an ashen-faced Al Carpenter ordered his charge.
Elise didn’t argue, she collected her prey at trunks and tresses (pulling the former hard enough to undo the work Zahn did earlier) and sent her tumbling under the bottom rope with a couple rough shoves. Carpenter knelt beside Lyssa at once though he didn’t get to confirm anything beyond her breathing before Elise shooed him aside. Knelt beside the prone brunette, Winterrest swung a leg over Zahn’s head and took a seat, the Icy Manipulator breaking into a particularly chilling smile as she felt Lyssa sob against her undercarriage. Hands on her hips, Elise looked to the referee and said, “You can minister to her once you’ve done your job, Carpenter.”
No need to check Zahn’s shoulders, she was practically glued to the canvas. Knowing that, he sidled back a little and slapped the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Winterrest’s yelp of anger and pain was no match for the overwhelming roar of the crowd when Lyssa hooked her fingers into her tormentor’s togs and yanked them north in a wedgie of her own! Elise popped up, drove a stomp into the pit of her opponent’s stomach, then fixed her trunks before delivering a few more gut-churning stomps. “I should’ve known a sad little attention whore wouldn’t know when to stay down.” the Malicious Mainer sniped as she circled around to Lyssa’s noggin. “Thankfully I have a solution that will satisfy your need to be a public spectacle and my desire to humiliate in a single stroke.”
Zahn burbled something insensible, either in response to the taunt or Winterrest’s latest hair-hold, no one could tell. Dragging the limp-kneed brunette to her feet in stages, Elise tucked Lyssa’s head beneath her right arm, then slipped her hands under the Social Media Superstar’s biceps to complete the Double Under-- Winterrest paused, undid the S-grip she’d just secured and reached farther down to grab hold of Lyssa’s waistband.
“Nuuuuhhhh…. nooooooo…” Zahn’s tone was soft and pleading, utterly unlike her usual confidence. “Leggo of my OOOOOOOOHHHHH!” Elise did not, if anything she grabbed a little more lycra in the heartbeat before she yanked that sagging seat up between Zahn’s battle-warmed backside. The force of the wedgie meant the Icy Manipulator’s hands were in the center of Zahn’s back. It wasn’t quite the usual positioning for Murder Most Foul, but this didn’t dissuade Winterrest in the slightest. If anything, the look in her eyes suggested she was quite eager to inflict FAWN’s first wedgie-assisted homicide. To that end she dipped her knees and popped-- Zahn’s legs gave out and she crumpled to one knee with an audible sob. Because while doing so effectively blocked her foe’s finisher, it also made the damnable wedgie that much worse.
“No, no, none of that now.” Winterrest teased as she used the makeshift thong handle to return Zahn to boot-leather. “I’m afraid your descent will be far less pleasOOOOWWWWW!”
Lyssa couldn’t free herself so she made the trap intolerable for her jailer by twisting her head into Elise’s torso and biting as hard as she could! Miss Murder let go without really meaning to and immediately tried to rectify her mistake by catching hold of Zahn’s hair. In this she succeeded but anything that might’ve come after proved an abject failure because the TikTok Terror caught Winterrest in a Front Facelock, then threaded a leg through her stems and dropped down and back, Lyssa looking to steal one with a beautifully executed Small Package! Throwing himself down beside the action, Al wasted no time in counting out the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOO!
Elise exploded free of the cover and bounded to her feet a few steps ahead of the other brunette. Shot lined up by the time Zahn rose behind her, Winterrest stutter-stepped forward and pistoned her left foot at Lyssa’s faNO! The Insta-gator whipped around behind to avoid the Super Kick, then dropped low and hooked an arm through Elise’s legs to pull her down onto her shoulders in a blink and you’ll miss it Schoolboy.
Such covers often earned unanimous derision from the FAWNatics, yet tonight Lyssa got a cacophonous roar not because the crowd had shifted their thoughts on such things, but because Zahn caught hold of Elise’s one-piece just above one hip and pulled hard enough to ensure some extra leverage while Al tolled off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Lyssa let loose and immediately barrel-rolled her way under the bottom rope. This proved a wise decision as it meant she escaped the questing, furious talons of Elise Winterrest by a span of heartbeats. Grinning despite the creeping burn in her haunches, the Tweet Storm Trooper blew Winterrest a kiss, then tapped an ear to make sure the loser heard the Announcer’s decree. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… LYSSA ZAHN!”
The sound of her name echoing in the rafters provided Lyssa a small jolt of adrenaline, but it still took the brunette far longer than it usually would to make her way to the Commentary Table and claim a loose microphone. “Ya know, two out of three isn’t bad, and yet I’m damned sure not going to let this end with a f*cking roll-up.”
“You mean a handful of tights.” Elise seethed at the near edge of the ring.
Zahn sneered. “Bytch, you set up shop in my trunks all night, you don’t like it? Do something about it.”
“I have every intention of--” More gnashed teeth from Winterrest when Lyssa went on like her foe hadn’t said a word.
“It’s funny, the shameless self promoter in me wants to kick the shyt out of you at ‘Mania, but the other me… the me that likes to fight whether there’s an audience or even a camera, wants to wait a little while longer. Because you stole something from me last year, Winterrest. So no, I’m not challenging you to a match at ‘Mania. I’m challenging you for the Queen’s Chambers. I want the Madhouse, f*ck face. And I want it at All Hallows Evil.”
Rather than answer, Miss Murder stuck a hand through the ropes and snapped her fingers until a FAWN tech provided her with a mic. “Just when I think you can’t top your latest act of self destructive arrogance, you prove me wrong. Do you remember how it felt when Lemarchand was heartbeats away from sending you down in another humiliating defeat? Do you remember how swiftly I stepped in, destroyed the both of you and claimed that gaudy roost as my own? Ask yourself this, dear girl, if I was that malicious as an interloper, what might I do to you now that the Chambers are mine? The answer is simple. Whatever I want. For however long it pleases me to do so. Step through those doors and I promise your suffering will cut the next Madhouse recruiting class in half.”
“Oh, I don’t step through doors these days.” Zahn replied. “I knock ‘em off the godddamned hinges. See you at AHE, beeyotch.”
Date set, Lyssa tossed the mic aside, turned on her heel and sauntered up the aisle, leaving Winterrest to fume and plan for the assault on her domain come the end of October.
DO YOUR WORST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L6Z9vfgMAgc
Rival Son’s ‘Do Your Worst’ hit the speakers and was greeted with a mixture of cheers and jeers that was as heady as it was surprising. Whether this was actual adulation for the Tweet Storm Trooper or simply residual love directed toward the opposition of her rival no one quite knew, and the woman in question didn’t care enough to let them think about it for long. Blowing through the curtain like a woman on a mission, Lyssa Zahn raised her arms in a jaunty ‘V’, then offered up a raised middle finger before plucking a smart phone from the snug elastic band on her right arm. “So tonight’s a special night for me,” she told everyone on the other end of her live stream. “It’s my first life hack video! That’s where you take a bytch’s whole world and hack it to pieces, right? Hope you’re excited, I know I am.” Ending the communiqué with another middle finger, she tucked the phone away and started down the aisle while murmuring an appropriate 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 sported the pink inversion of her usual attire that she’d favored as of late. Rather than black, this two piece was an almost feverish neon pink, the top with thin, black shoulder straps set at a slight angle, and a black 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 black trim, black wristbands and pads, and pink boots completed the look. Another new addition for the evening, Zahn had emblazoned her social media handle (identical across no less than six platforms) across the seat of her trunks and #WrathofZahn down the back of each boot.
The throng proved vocal as ever, Lyssa however was uncharacteristically quiet as she carefully scanned both sides of the aisle in search of a pre-match attack from her adversary. She found none, though this didn’t seem to prompt a return to her usual loquaciousness. No, that didn’t return until she’d dove under the bottom rope and popped to boot-leather beside Al Carpenter.
“Back again, huh, Algernon? You’re braver than the internet gives you credit for!”
“Or dumb enough to keep tempting fate.” the ref countered as he went about checking Zahn’s pads and boots.
“Trust me, fate’s going to be a lot kinder to you than it is to the bytch on the other side of the curtain. I mean, you’ll still end up cleaning blood off your shoes, but still, better than what she’s getting.”
Al sighed and stepped aside. “Leave your phone in the corner, ok, Lys?”
The Announcer resumed speaking, giving Zahn a perfect excuse to ignore the official as she headed to the far side of the ring. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Belasco Maine, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-three pounds, she is the First Degree Femme Fatale and the reigning and defending Queen of the Madhouse! They call her MISS MURDER, she is ELISE WINTERREST!”
OUT OF THE BLACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_d_C5b-BD4
Jeers of disdain, shouts of disgust and roars of general malaise from all corners of the arena at this pronouncement, the collected vitriol of the FAWNatics growing that even stronger once the pounding, staccato drumbeat of Royal Blood’s ‘Out of the Black’ oozed from the speakers. A few seconds later Elise stepped into view and spread her arms wide, the Icy Manipulator openly daring this menagerie of wasted skin to do their absolute worst. They did their level best, alas it wasn’t nearly enough to dissuade the Wolf of Winter. Or the house lights for that matter, as they sank into gloom before blazing forth in an eerie, fiery red. Galvanized by the combined hatred of the FAWNatics, Elise lifted a hand to the rafters, then tipped her head backward and drew an index finger across her exposed throat.
“Summer Swelter was an anomaly.” she explained to a camera that dared draw in close. “An error that will be corrected in the most unpleasant fashion imaginable. None of you will enjoy what you are about to see. But you will remember it. You will fear it. And you will be marginally better for it. Always eager to assist in the betterment of her fellow man, Miss Murder turned her attention to the troll lurking in the ring and started down the aisle.
ELISE WINTERREST:
Paying no mind to the wall of disgust now that she’d honed in on the TikTok Terror, Elise was a vision of icy calm in her fog gray ‘JUSTIFIABLE?’ tank-top, a fine example of sartorial viciousness that offered up a fine view of her lycra-sheathed midsection as well as her matching black elbow and knee pads and gleaming black boots that ended an inch south of her knee.
Drawing to a stop when she reached the foot of the ramp, Winterrest slunk over to a particularly odious member of the so called ’fan-base’ and placed a finger to his lips to make sure proper attention was paid when her anthem noted ‘So don’t breathe when I talk, ‘Cause you haven’t been spoken to.’ Leaving the cretin before he could claim any moment of actual contact, the Malicious Mainer sauntered up the steps, dipped between the ropes and claimed the center of the ring for her very own. Shifting her focus to the hard camera, Elise took the bottom edge of her shirt in both hands and peeled it overhead to fully reveal the black halter style one-piece with its four bright red slashes across the front. Tossing the garment to Nick with little more than a flick of the eyes, Elise’s nasty smile grew noticeable wider when she placed a fingertip at the top of each of those nasty red slashes. Then she sloooooooowly traced them all the way to the bottom to let Zahn know that the Swelter’s fluke was going to cost her dearly. Offering the idiots at home a final slow throat-slash, when the lights returned to normal, Winterrest turned and headed back to her corner without a word, forcing Al Carpenter to hurry after her to get through his final inspection.
The roar that followed the CLANG of the opening bell was undoubtedly enthusiastic, but also tinged with confusion, as those gathered for Slaybor Day hadn’t quite wrapped their minds around cheering for Lyssa Zahn, even if she was squaring off with Elise Winterrest. Lyssa’s expression suggested she wasn’t exactly comfortable with the notion either, though her usual confident smirk reappeared when she honed in on Miss Murder. Eager to finish what she’d started at Summer Swelter, Zahn started out of her corner on the double and was pleased to see Elise matching her step for step.
Given their silvered, razor sharp tongues and the oceans of bad blood between them, you’d be excused for believing their latest encounter would start with a few slyly delivered taunts, however that simply wasn’t the case. Their pace quickened even as the distance shrank and as soon as they were within reach of the hated other, the hands began to fly. One deep into her rival’s hair, just above the nape of her neck, the other fashioned into a fist that pounded off forehead, cheeks, nose and jaw, anything within easy striking distance.
“You gotta be kidding me, already?” Al groaned. “Out of the hair and open those hands, ladies! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Zahn flattened her hand into a fist to comply with one of the ref’s orders, then reared back and clouted Winterrest across the mouth once, twice, thri-- Elise abandoned her own offense to snatch hold of Lyssa’s wrist and draw that hand to her mouth, all the better to sink her teeth into the meaty base of the TikTok Terror’s thumb! Zahn roared with rage, yanked Elise’s hair hard enough to wrench her neck at an ugly angle and finally got her hand back by driving a Kneelift into the other brunette’s navel. Freedom did not mean separation though, not in the slightest. Paying no attention to the ugly red crescent that now marred her left thumb, Lyssa crooked that hand into a spade and dragged it down the side of Winterrest’s face no less than half a dozen times.
“I’m SO glad you accepted this rematch.” Zahn growled when the savage scoring gave way to another round of hair-pulling. “It’s about time someone other than Lemarchand got to run up the score on your narrow assSAAAARRRGHHHH!”
Enduring Zahn’s loathsome touch for the sole purpose of inflicting even greater harm in return, Elise hooked her index and middle fingers into the other wrestler’s nostrils up and out to force Lyssa onto frantic, stamping tiptoe! “As if there was ever any doubt, you disgusting troll. Did you for actually allow yourself to believe that you’d get away with what you pulled at Summer SweltEEEERRRRRHHHHH!”
Aware that the violence was ramping up at a pace even she found a little disquieting, Zahn shoved the thought aside before she palmed Winterrest’s skull and pressed her thumbs into the Icy Manipulator’s eyes! “Yuuuhhhh…. you started it, bytch.” she keened in an ugly, nasal tone. “I’m just finishing HHHHRRRGGGHHH!”
Elise hit her with a Kneelift that ended their respective grips, but the brunettes remained close until Lyssa lurched forward and smashed a Headbutt between Winterrest’s eyes. Both ladies stumbled backward in the wake of that malicious THWHUNK, their stereo retreats taking them to opposite sides of the squared circle.
Breathing a sigh of relief even as he stepped into the most dangerous spot in the building (I.E. between his charges) Carpenter raised a warding hand to both and barked, “Ladies, I’m about to make you a one-time offer, so listen up. If you promise you won’t spend this match trying to mangle each other’s faces, I can promise you’ll I’ll be quite lenient in every other aspect. But if you keep trying to hook noses and gouge eyes, I will make it a point to be the most obnoxious pain in the ass I can possibly be. Hell, I’ll use a Double DQ no matter what Upper Management is screaming in my ear. So what do you--”
“I agree to your terms.” Winterrest didn’t even let him finish. “The troll won’t miss any photoshoots unless she’s too ashamed to show her face in public. I warn you though, Algernon. Attempt to welsh on this arrangement and I’ll ensure you never stop screaming.”
Carpenter gulped but held his ground before turning to the other half of this volatile equation. “Lyssa? What do you say?”
The corners of Zahn’s mouth turned up in the faintest of smiles. “I’d say your Rate-A-Ref score just went up by a few points, dork. Now get out of the way, I need to talk to the nice lady.”
Al took a deep breath, pointed to each wrestler, then motioned them toward one another as he stepped clear. They wasted no time, their second approach just as swift as the first, though this one ended in a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up rather than a flurry of hockey punches. Actually, ‘clench’ was a far better descriptor as each wrestler set aside their technical prowess in favor of another massive handful of hair and a hand wedged against the shelf of her foe’s chin.
True to his word, Carpenter made no mention of the terrible tress tugging, though his charges might’ve appreciated a bit of his usual attentiveness if the taut, pained looks on their faces were any indication. Of course those expressions might’ve been the result of her rival’s other hand, which pressed and mashed, ground and groped at the lower half of her face. Neither Elise or Lyssa offered so much as a word of complaint, they merely continued to stamp around in an awkward little circle as they worked to remove great patches of the other brunette’s scal-- Winterrest’s right leg twitched up, causing Lyssa to pivot her hips in defense of a potential Low Blow. In that she succeeded if only because there was no Low Blow in the offering. Instead Miss Murder pressed the heel of her boot in snug just below Lyssa’s knee and dragged it down the length of her shin!
Zahn cursed, then hobbled away or at least tried to. She’d made it no more than a step when Elise doubled down on the hair-hold and yanked her opponent forward and down while simultaneously DRIVING the point of her knee into the center of Lyssa’s forehead. Zahn’s skull whiplashed away from the impact and she might’ve fallen flat on her butt if not for Winterrest’s white-knuckle grip on her hair. Thusly tethered, her knees went swimmy and she collapsed to all fours in front of her leering adversary.
“Why Algernon, I do believe I’ve been underestimating you.” Elise said with a wicked smile. “This idea of yours isn’t merely good, it’s brilliant.”
As these words left her mouth, Winterrest placed her right foot atop Zahn’s left hand and pressssssssssssed down with all her weight. “Grrrrhhhhh,” Lyssa hissed as she struggled to pull free. “Get your bony ass foot offa my--” CLAP!
Elise delivered an whistling slap to her opponent’s right ear! The Social Media Superstar reeled, went to press her free hand to that ringing ear, then cried out in dismayed fury when Winterrest caught hold of her wrist and forced it to the mat. “I could break every one of your fingers right now, if the urge so took me.” Elise observed after she’d trapped Lyssa’s right hand beneath her other boot. “It’s a tempting idea, certainly it would keep you from producing any more insufferable tweets for--”
“Voice to text is a thing, asshole.” Zahn interrupted. “And it’ll take a lot more than a couple casts to stop me from posting more ‘Winterrestroom’ memGUUUUHHHRRRK!”
The Wolf of Winter reeled her penitent prey into a Standing Headscissors made all the more unpleasant by the hand-crushing trap. “That curve isn’t going to do anything for your posture, Zahn.” Elise said of her foe’s exposed back. “Why don’t you try sitting up straight?”
“Sure. Why don’t you get your f*cking feet offa my eeeerrrrrrrhhhh!”
Winterrest leaned over, pressed her fingertips to the small of the other brunette’s back and raked all the way up between her shoulders! Never satisfied with one when she could take two (or ten) Elise repeated the rump ravaging maneuver at least half a dozen times and thanks to combination of finger-trap and Standing Headscissors, there was nothing for Lyssa to do but grit her teeth. Alas, this silence seemed to irritate the Wolf of Winter because she abruptly halted the clawing in favor of a stinging overhand slap to the cheeks that earned raucous ‘WOOOOOO!’ from the FAWNatics.
“Where’s that much-lauded wit of yours, Zahn?” she hissed. “I thought you possessed an infinite capacity for humor, regardless of the topic. And I’m giving you plenty to work with.” she crooked her fingers into talons and dragged them up the curve of Lyssa’s glutes like she meant to draw blood. “Surely one with your appreciation for nonsense can find something amusing in this sloppy cottage-cheese ass of yo--”
“Keep talking, bytch.” Zahn’s voice was deadly serious, despite the obvious strain imposed by her current predicament. “And I promise you’ll be wide awake the next time I sit this ass on your oooooooowwwww F*CK!”
Winterrest slipped her fingers into the leg-holes of Lyssa’s pink briefs and gave one side of the arena a tawdry view of her opponent’s tan-lines courtesy a truly malign wedgie! “You are in no position to threaten me, you lumpy little troll.” Elise sneered even as she jerked the distended material up and down and side to side. “All you can do now is swallow your pride and beg for mercy before I pull these tacky little trunks down over your noseEERRRH!”
The Insta-gator finally wrenched her hands out from under Winterrest’s boots and promptly sank her talons into the back of her tormentor’s thighs! Miss Murder didn’t much care for to see the rules of the game changed when she was enjoying a commanding lead, so she gave the wedgie a final yank, then hopped in place to drive the slim curve of her own rump down onto the base of Lyssa’s skull. Zahn groaned and rolled away with both arms swaddling her aching noggin as she sought sanctuary in the ropes. She’d just grabbed hold of the bottom strand when Winterrest strode in and delivered a sharply angled Knife-Edge Chop across the swell of her opponent’s backside!
“BYTCH!” Zahn barked as she clambered to all fours. “Back it the f*ck up, I’m in the ropeSNNGGGHH!”
Elise hopped, raised her knees to chest level and stamped down full force, the Malicious Mainer once again focusing her ire on Lyssa’s ass. Taking hold of the top rope to help steady her perch, Winterrest began to scuff her feet like she was trying to get some extremely tenacious dirt from the soles of her boots. “This illusion of competency has continued long enough, Zahn.” Elise growled to the protesting grappler. “It’s time you finally accepted your role in the FAWN hierarchy as nothing more than a particularly eloquent door mat!”
“That’s enough, Lyssa.” Al said from a short distance away. “I said I’d be lenient, not that the rules no longer apply. She’s in the ropes, so--”
“Don’t waste your breath with a warning, then.” Winterrest snapped. “Simply begin your asinine count and I shall make the most of it.”
Carpenter didn’t argue, he simply began counting and Elise did in fact make the most of it by essentially running in place atop Zahn’s increasingly beleaguered buttocks. The Icy Manipulator hopped off at ‘FOUR!’ only to plunge her hands into Lyssa’s hair when she realized the other wrestler had relinquished her grip on the ropes in favor of tending to her scorched glutes.
“Can you hear the concern in their tone, you capering idiot?” Winterrest asked once she had the other brunette back on her feet and corralled in a Front Facelock. “That’s how you differentiate between embarrassment and humiliation. Embarrassment gets cheers. Humiliation gets… well, I’d rather show you.”
“Thuuuuhhh… that’d be f*cking first.” Zahn grunted as she made another fitful attempt to escape Miss Murder’s grasp. “Don’t you ever shut HUUFFHH!”
Elise stuffed a knee into her foe’s gut, grabbed hold of that already distended waistband and put it a little more out of place by hoisting Zahn off her feet. Not directly overhead though, Winterrest got her burden to about two o’clock, then tromped over to the nearest corner and dumped Lyssa into an awkward seat on the top turnbuckle. A single quick Slap kept Zahn from catching her bearings or her breath, which meant she couldn’t stop Elise from grabbing a double handful of hair and pulling her down so she was upside down and eye to eye with the middle buckle.
Those assembled grumbled softly and shifted in their seats as the First Degree Femme Fatale took a moment to observe her handiwork. None of them quite knew what Elise had in mind but everyone knew no matter what it turned out to be, it would spell trouble for the Social Media Superst--CRAAACK!
Left shoulder pointed toward her prey, Elise touched that hand to her right shoulder before she lashed a Knife-Edge Chop across those vulnerable glutes! Lyssa groaned, the FAWNatics groaned with her and both grew considerably louder when Winterrest piled on three more Chops one right after the other! These were followed by whipcrack overhand Slaps, Elise delivering her devastating derriere destruction with a pitiless mechanical efficiency that had Lyssa whining in pain as the other wrestler’s palm prints glowed into stark relief upon her cheeks.
Another full set of Chops and Slaps brought Carpenter to the corner and Winterrest almost saluted him for heading straight to the count rather than sully the air with another pointless warning. But such a display would’ve cost her time she didn’t have, so instead she hooked onto Lyssa’s waistband with both hands while simultaneously bracing her right foot against the small of the New Yorker’s back.
“AAAAAAAAWWWWW GAAAAAAAWDAMMIT STAAAAAHP!” Zahn shrieked in abject misery pushed forward with her braced foot and sank into an awkward crouch to make even more of the TikTok Terror’s trunks disappear!
“DO YOU UNDERSTAND NOW, TROLL?” Elise snarled at the suffering battler. “THIS IS SHAME! THIS IS HUMILIATION!”
The Icy Manipulator had plenty more to say, yet she held off for the moment because Carpenter had reached ‘FOUR!’ and she had no interest in hearing even a word of his nattering. Shooing him away from the corner as she took her own leave, Elise strutted to the center of the squared circle where she broke into a sprint and raced to the far corner only to hop onto the second rope and twist ‘round in mid-descent so she didn’t miss a step racing down her own back-trail. Lyssa never saw any of this, she was far too concerned trying to wriggle out of the corner. Thus she remained blissfully ignorant of this oncoming doom until the moment Winterrest took to the skies and THWHUMPED both knees into the reddened slopes of Zahn’s ass.
Absolutely crushed between buckle and bone, Lyssa crumpled to the deck and would’ve stayed there for who knows how long if Miss Murder hadn’t grabbed hold at wrist and ankle and draaaaaaaaaaaagged her out to the center of the ring. From there she dropped alongside the other brunette, collected both legs in a snug bundle and folded her in half, Winterrest very deliberately choosing the Back Press so the fans (and the cameras, especially the cameras) got a good glimpse at her five-fingered brand while Carpenter counted out…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Zahn popped her hips and flopped onto her stomach to escape defeat, though the Tweeting Tyrant looked anything but as she tried to reset her cruelly rearranged trunks. “Fuuuuhhhh…f*cking bytch.” she rasped. “You don’t know who you’re f*cking with. You’ll…. you’ll never humiliate me out of a OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!”
Elise swatted Lyssa’s hands aside, snatched hold of those now familiar pink briefs and spent the next three seconds trying to split her rival up the middle. Grinding her teeth to keep from shrieking to the rafters, Lyssa scrambled to all fours and tried to scramble to the sanctuary of the ropes. Alas, Winterrest simply wasn’t keen to let the other brunette escape and she used that hellacious wedgie to drag her rival to boot-leather while safety was still well out of reach.
An Overhand Slap between Zahn’s shoulders froze her long enough for Elise to relinquish the wedgie in favor of a Wristlock on the other woman’s left hand. A single Arm Ringer drew a yelp from Lyssa that transformed into a frustrated groan when Miss Murder doubled her over and deftly threaded her left leg over the back of Zahn’s noggin. In the next breath she reached down over Lyssa’s back, grabbed hold of her right arm and pulled the limb up and backward at a sharp angle that allowed Winterrest to pin it beneath her own armpit. Octopus thus secured, Elise fluffed her hair, stifled a rather theatrical yawn, then looked around like she was forgetting something patently obvious. Setting her free hand on the heavy curve of Lyssa’s buns, the Malicious Mainer drummed her fingers and murmured, “What to do, what to….oooooooohhhhhh, of course!”
She raised her right hand high and brought it CRACKING down on Zahn’s cheeks. That was the only sound (save for the reaction from the crowd) but Winterrest could feel the panicked little poseur holding back genuine sobs and she wanted to hear them. She wanted everyone to hear them. Right hand already rising, Elise held her five-fingered switch high as she said, “I’d like to offer you a deal, Melyssa. Sob the next time I slap this fat ass and I’ll let you go, no questions asked. Should you insist on maintaining this boring tuff girl silence, I’ll paddle you to tears, swear to god I--”
“Suck shyt f*ck face.” Zahn interrupted as she began an awkward, trundling journey toward the ropes. “I’ll never take a deal from the likes of--”
More pained silence from the Insta-gator as Winterrest brought her hand down half a dozen more times, each new SMACK! sounding like a gunshot in the cavernous space of the FAWN Arena. Credit the will of one Lyssa Zahn. Expert trash-talker though she was, the Tweeting Tyrant proved she could hold her tongue when the situation called for it, as evidenced by her grim silence throughout the duration of her fifteen second journey to the ropes.
Of course you couldn’t appreciate Lyssa’s resilience without also appreciating Elise’s equally vicious determination. Smile falling away as Zahn once again tried to defy her will, the Icy Manipulator’s right hand rose and fell more than a dozen times, the blows alternating between cheeks that now glowed the angry red of a particularly nasty sunbur--“ROPES!” Lyssa bellowed when she finally wrapped a hand around the rubber-coated steel. “Get the f*ck offa me you sadist, I’m in the ropesOOOOHHHH F*CK YOOOOOOOOO!”
Still hooked to her prey’s back, Elise former her paddlin’ hand into a pincer and went to work with a special focus on the deep crease between Zahn’s buttocks and upper thighs. Lyssa kept hold of the ropes through it all and Al didn’t waste any time starting his count though it still felt like the ‘FOUR!’ was a long time in coming.
LYSSA ON THE HOT SEAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aavBGgHZUAQ
Practically throwing herself through the ropes when Winterrest let loose, Lyssa took a knee and several deep breaths while very gingerly returning her poor trunks to something resembling the factory preset. She was perhaps halfway through the process when Elise stormed up, reached over the ropes and buried both hands in the other brunette’s hair. “Enough dawdling, candy-ass.” she sneered. “Get up and let’s finish thisSHHHRRRRGGGHHH!”
Lyssa got up all right, but only to snatch her own double handful of hair. Just like that she hopped up and plunged from the ledge to the floor to TWANG her tormentor throat-first across the top rope! Winterrest coughed violently and backpedaled halfway across the squared circle, both hands tight to her neck as she fought to catch her breath. As for Lyssa, she landed awkwardly and would’ve gone down on her ass if she hadn’t caught hold of the ring apron. Letting go only when she was satisfied her knees wouldn’t give out, Zahn reached behind her back, slipped both index fingers into the bunched material of her trunks and stifled a low, miserable groan when she finally, mercifully undid Miss Murder’s wicked wedgie.
“You bytch.” her voice wasn’t even a whisper. “You’re gonna pay for that. No one,” she paused, the immensely proud brunette simultaneously incensed and embarrassed by the word that came unbidden to her lips, “no one humiliates me.”
Elise heard nothing of this over the din of the crowd, yet she must’ve sensed Zahn’s intent because she looked up the instant her opponent grabbed hold of the middle rope and boosted a knee onto the apron. Throwing herself at the ropes on her six, Winterrest bounded across the canvas and dove feet-first beneath the bottom rope in a Baseball Slide Dropkick aimed squarely at Lyssa’s-- a roar of delight from the FAWNatics when Zahn hopped back to the floor, caught hold of the ring skirt and lifted it just high enough for the Icy Manipulator to find herself caught snug between the apron and the skirt!
“Gutless piece of shyt.” Winterrest growled as she fought to get herself out of the odd trap. “These tricks won’t saveNNNGGGHHH!”
Lyssa clouted her across the jaw with a straight right hand that put the other brunette’s head on a swivel. “Oh, these tricks aren’t about saving me, Elsie.” the Social Media Superstar explained after she’d filled one hand with her opponent’s hair. “They’re about making your life as miserable as f*cking possible!” With that she unloaded a machine-gun flurry of jabs to the face and forehead, at least a dozen and possibly closer to two before she grabbed hold of the other wrestler’s biceps and draped her arms over the bottom rope. “Did you like spanking my ass?” Zahn didn’t wait for a reply, rather she drew her right hand up to her left shoulder and CRACKED a nasty Knife-Edge Chop across Winterrest’s chest.
Elise bared her teeth, tried to shrug an arm free of the strands and got decked in the mouth for her efforts. “Is that what I was doing?” she asked Zahn. “I thought I was burning trash. That’s certainly what it smelled likeOOOOOOOWWWWWWW F*CKING SLUT-BAG TROLL!”
Lyssa laid more lighting across Elise’s chest with another Chop, then began the long work of narrowing the catty deficit by seizing Winterrest’s nubs in an energetic pincer grip! “What’s wrong, bytch?” Zahn’s confidence was on the rise now that she was dishing out the punishment and not enduring it. “Bad girl not so bad when she has to deal with a little, and I do mean little, titty twisting?” Winterrest grimaced, then thrashed her legs in an effort to get out from behind the ring skirt, but Lyssa countered these efforts with another long, eye-watering tweak.
Gnashing her teeth to fight through the pain, Elise hissed, “Is that the best you have to offer? Dear lord, it’s no wonder you’ve achieved more success as Allard’s co-host than in the riNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Lyssa abandoned the terrible twister so she could palm the Icy Manipulator’s head in both hands and THUNK a Headbutt into the bridge of her nose! Leaning in so she could put her lips to Winterrest’s ear, Zahn murmured, “I succeed in whichever field I chose. Most of the time that field is wrestling. Once a week it’s podcasting. And tonight? Tonight’s all about giving you the worst beating of your whole miserable life.”
Elise’s reply was part guttural, part nasal and all insensible, so Lyssa pumped a Kneelift into her belly, then slapped on a Front Facelock and slung the other brunette’s near arm across her shoulders. Hooks set deep, she muscled Elise up ‘n over the confines of the ring skirt, set her down on the floor and immediately popped her hips to THWHUMP Winterrest down on the thinly-padded concrete with a textbook Snap Suplex!
SNAP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hXoaF5uxO8E
Groaning in the wake of that spine-shivering landing, Elise sat up and pressed a hand to the small of her back to rub out the worst of the kin-- Zahn snatched a handful of her opponent’s hair and jostled her head from side to side, prompting an immediate, growling response from Miss Murder. “Grrrrhhhh, get your tacky hands off me, you vile slNNNGGGHH!”
Back to her rival, Lyssa drew her hips forward, then thrust them back to slam the medicine ball curve of her rump into Winterrest’s sneering mug! The FAWNatics whistled and whooped for more, but Zahn only rolled her eyes and waggled a finger in their direction. “All in due time, dorks.” With Winterrest’s senses suitably scrambled by the Hip Check, Lyssa used the hair-hold to set her on her feet before switching over to a Wristlock. “Did I say I was going to give you the worst beating of your life just a second ago?” Zahn chided as she pointed her back toward the corner housing the steel steps. “I think I did, but I misspoke. I meant to say I was going to beat you to within an inch of your life.”
“Promises, promises, you spineless little pos--”
The Social Media Superstar stepped away, dropped a hip and hurled her burden toward the corner with all the malice she could muster. Elise saw the steps growing larger and knew she couldn’t hope to avoid them so spun on one foot and took ‘em back-first with a hollow, booming BWUUUNG loud enough to set some fans teeth on edge. Quick to note the way Winterrest wound up slumped in the corner created by the steps and the ring apron, Zahn took several steps back, then paused when she saw Al Carpenter hovering by the ropes. “You’re gonna want to take that count real slow, Carpenter.” she explained. “Elsie and I have some things to work through out here.”
“I can do that.” the ref agreed. “But I won’t restart it. Understand?”
“I do. Thank you for your cooperation.” Lyssa’s words were was surprisingly civil, her actions however were something else entirely. Breaking into a sprint as soon as she was done with Al, the Tweeting Tyrant bore down on Elise only to whip ‘round at the last second and THWHAM her glutes into the other wrestler’s mug with a massive Running Hip Check! The base of Winterrest’s skull bounced off the apron with enough force to knock the top step out of true without knocking it over, so Lyssa snagged her foe at the shoulder-straps and dragged her upright so they could both climb to the top.
“You know what’s great about beating the shyt out of you, Elsie?” Zahn asked after she’d secured the trappings of what looked to be a Vertical Suplex. “You’re such a trash human that these people will cheer it no matter what I do. Stuff that’d get me booed out of the building against Jacobs or Sammain or even Lemarchand, they’ll cheer their hearts out as long as it’s you on the receiving end.”
“I… I know you probably didn’t hear it, what with all the bawling and sobbing,” Winterrest huffed, “But those same people were just as loud when I was beating that dumpy lunch-pail you call an assSWHOOOAAANNNNGGGGHH!”
Lyssa didn’t have a satisfactory verbal retort for that observation, so instead she bared Elise’s left cheek in a wedgie of her own, then hoisted Miss Murder directly overhead and toppled back off the steps to THA-WHUMP her foe to the floor with a nastily-augmented Vertical Suplex! Both brunettes jounced to pained seats but it was Zahn who made it back to her feet while rolled onto one side and curled into a loose ball. “Oh no, it’s not time for begging and crying.” Lyssa growled as she reveled in the sight of her vulnerable opposition. “It’s time you learned a valuable lesson. F*cking with me has dire consequences, keyboard or no keyboard.”
Winterrest answered with a derisive growl that became a stunned groan when Zahn grabbed hold of her hair and bounced her head like a basketball. “How about you get it back in the ring, Lyssa?” Al called from somewhere overhead. There’s folks on three sides of this building that’d love to watch the match in a ring and not on the ‘tron.”
Lyssa rolled her eyes, bounced Elise’s noggin one more time, then stood up and identified the nearest cameraman. “Hey dorkus, tight on me, huh?” He did as bade and Zahn took a few steps forward to ensure she filled the entire field of vision. “I know some of you on the other side of the ring might not have the best view at the moment, but the acoustics in this place are kind of ridiculous. So if you quiet down and watch real close, I promise the angle won’t matter.”
On that politely ominous note she strolled back to Winterrest and scraped her off the floor via a huge handful of hair. Soon as Elise was vertical she threaded an arm between her legs, hooked the other over one shoulder and scooped her up for a THWHUMPING Body Slam that earned sympathetic groans from all corners of the arena. These quickly faded when the TikTok Terror hopped onto the apron and hurried to the corner nearest the steps. From there she turned to face Winterrest and rushed down the narrow ledge, Lyssa building up a goodly head of steam by the time she sprang out into the void! Zahn wasn’t usually known as a high flyer, but she got plenty of hang time and a great arc of descent on the gluteal payload she delivered unto Elise’s chest, the pinpoint Zahn Bomb crushing Winterrest’s breasts to her sternum with an ugly THAWHUMP!
Lyssa bounced to boot-leather, ran both hands through her hair and earned some roars from the sold out crowd with a hip-shimmying grind delivered directly over her prone rival. “Well Elsie, you’re an awful person but you make for a helluva landing pad.” Zahn scoffed in the midst of scraping the other brunette off the thin blue mat.
“Yuuuuuhhhh… you would know all about being a terrible human being, wouldn‘t you, Melyssa?” Miss Murder gasped, clearly still short of breath after the Zahn Bomb. “That razor-edged tongue of yours is the only reason you’ve achieved a platform greater than that of a garden variety neck-bearDRRRGGGHH!”
Switching her grip to trunks and tresses, Zahn swung her rival through a full circle, but rather than toss her under the bottom rope she DROVE Winterrest’s ribs into the edge of the apron! Eyes hard and dark as she snatched hold of Elise’s hair, Lyssa yanked the breathless wrestler’s head up and growled, “You don’t get to judge me, bytch. Not after some of the shyt you’ve pullRRGGGHH!”
Winterrest gouged an elbow into the pit of Zahn’s stomach, straightened up fast and pulled the Insta-gator down into a weary Side Headlock. Zahn fought like a wildcat in a snare, so Winterrest squeezed a little tighter, then worked her left leg in between Lyssa’s and whipped it up and back to DRIVE that heel into her opponent’s crotch! The Tweet Storm Trooper wailed and might’ve collapsed to her knees if Winterrest hadn’t drew the Headlock a little tighter. Holding Lyssa’s head snug against the point of one hip, Elise shifted her weight so she could keep the pressure on while simultaneously grrrrrrriiiiinding Lyssa’s skull against the edge of the apron!
“Oh but I can and do.” Winterrest offered a ghastly smile as she tried to scrape a great swath of Zahn’s face clean off. “Because I am gifted with the serenity that comes with knowing exactly who I am. I am despicable, malicious and most importantly, I am CRUEL.” With that she bore down and started to walk along the perimeter, all the while dragging Lyssa’s face against the abrasively blunt edge. “You however, you make no such distinction. No doubt you would claim you’re simply true to yourself, when we both know this is merely a convenient excuse to keep yourself the center of attention at all times.”
Zahn fought mightily to get away, the Social Media Superstar gouging elbow after elbow into her attacker’s flank in hopes of freeing herself before--“NNNNGGGHHH!” Elise gave up the Headlock for a double fistful of hair, yanked Zahn up on tiptoe and drove her forehead into the steel ring-post with a low, ugly BWUNK! Lyssa’s knees shivered violently, she braced her hands against the top step and-- BWANG! Winterrest swatted her foe’s hands away, all the better to slam Zahn’s skull against the top step!
Shifting all her weight to her left foot, Miss Murder raised her right leg and set that knee against the nape of Lyssa’s neck so she could grind the bony joint in as deep as possible. “You’re the center of attention now, Melyssa.” Elise sneered, the black-clad beauty clearly enamored with Zahn’s suffering. “Certainly mine, and everyone else’s for that matter. Are you enjoying yourself? Are you thinking about how many likes and re-tweets you’re racking up? Or perhaps you’re pondering the tale of the Monkey’s Paw.” Winterrest slid her knee south a couple inches so she could Zahn’s red, abraded face off the step. “You should see all the cameras going off, it’s actually quite beautiful.” she purred. “I wonder how many of them will find their way to the Humiliation Gallery at Gladiat--”
“Nuuuhhhh… not nearly as many as there are of me sitting on your fugly face.” Lyssa interrupted in a furious growl. “Bethany tells me they’ve got enough to make an advent calendar. Should be ready by ThanksgivNNNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Elise slammed Lyssa’s head down again, removed her knee and began to clamber up the steps without releasing her hair-hold. Moving quickly (but not carefully, it should be noted) the Wolf of Winter turned Zahn’s head to the side so she facing the fans on the other side of the barricade. In the next instant she planted the sole of her right boot against Lyssa’s cheek and rose to her full height. “You may be a monument to shameless self aggrandizing in the digital world, Lyssa Zahn,” Elise explained as she raked a hand through her dark hair, “but out here in the realms of bone and blood and meat, you’re a stepping stone. No, that’s giving you too much credit. You’re… a cockroach. A cockroach that can’t mind her own business!”
Miss Murder hopped and stomped down, just BWANGING Zahn’s head against the top step! An audience-wide groan, tinged with legitimate concern, rippled through the FAWN Arena as Lyssa dribbled off the steps and puddled on the floor in an insensate mess.
“Get it inside, Elise. Now.” an ashen-faced Al Carpenter ordered his charge.
Elise didn’t argue, she collected her prey at trunks and tresses (pulling the former hard enough to undo the work Zahn did earlier) and sent her tumbling under the bottom rope with a couple rough shoves. Carpenter knelt beside Lyssa at once though he didn’t get to confirm anything beyond her breathing before Elise shooed him aside. Knelt beside the prone brunette, Winterrest swung a leg over Zahn’s head and took a seat, the Icy Manipulator breaking into a particularly chilling smile as she felt Lyssa sob against her undercarriage. Hands on her hips, Elise looked to the referee and said, “You can minister to her once you’ve done your job, Carpenter.”
No need to check Zahn’s shoulders, she was practically glued to the canvas. Knowing that, he sidled back a little and slapped the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Winterrest’s yelp of anger and pain was no match for the overwhelming roar of the crowd when Lyssa hooked her fingers into her tormentor’s togs and yanked them north in a wedgie of her own! Elise popped up, drove a stomp into the pit of her opponent’s stomach, then fixed her trunks before delivering a few more gut-churning stomps. “I should’ve known a sad little attention whore wouldn’t know when to stay down.” the Malicious Mainer sniped as she circled around to Lyssa’s noggin. “Thankfully I have a solution that will satisfy your need to be a public spectacle and my desire to humiliate in a single stroke.”
Zahn burbled something insensible, either in response to the taunt or Winterrest’s latest hair-hold, no one could tell. Dragging the limp-kneed brunette to her feet in stages, Elise tucked Lyssa’s head beneath her right arm, then slipped her hands under the Social Media Superstar’s biceps to complete the Double Under-- Winterrest paused, undid the S-grip she’d just secured and reached farther down to grab hold of Lyssa’s waistband.
“Nuuuuhhhh…. nooooooo…” Zahn’s tone was soft and pleading, utterly unlike her usual confidence. “Leggo of my OOOOOOOOHHHHH!” Elise did not, if anything she grabbed a little more lycra in the heartbeat before she yanked that sagging seat up between Zahn’s battle-warmed backside. The force of the wedgie meant the Icy Manipulator’s hands were in the center of Zahn’s back. It wasn’t quite the usual positioning for Murder Most Foul, but this didn’t dissuade Winterrest in the slightest. If anything, the look in her eyes suggested she was quite eager to inflict FAWN’s first wedgie-assisted homicide. To that end she dipped her knees and popped-- Zahn’s legs gave out and she crumpled to one knee with an audible sob. Because while doing so effectively blocked her foe’s finisher, it also made the damnable wedgie that much worse.
“No, no, none of that now.” Winterrest teased as she used the makeshift thong handle to return Zahn to boot-leather. “I’m afraid your descent will be far less pleasOOOOWWWWW!”
Lyssa couldn’t free herself so she made the trap intolerable for her jailer by twisting her head into Elise’s torso and biting as hard as she could! Miss Murder let go without really meaning to and immediately tried to rectify her mistake by catching hold of Zahn’s hair. In this she succeeded but anything that might’ve come after proved an abject failure because the TikTok Terror caught Winterrest in a Front Facelock, then threaded a leg through her stems and dropped down and back, Lyssa looking to steal one with a beautifully executed Small Package! Throwing himself down beside the action, Al wasted no time in counting out the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOO!
Elise exploded free of the cover and bounded to her feet a few steps ahead of the other brunette. Shot lined up by the time Zahn rose behind her, Winterrest stutter-stepped forward and pistoned her left foot at Lyssa’s faNO! The Insta-gator whipped around behind to avoid the Super Kick, then dropped low and hooked an arm through Elise’s legs to pull her down onto her shoulders in a blink and you’ll miss it Schoolboy.
Such covers often earned unanimous derision from the FAWNatics, yet tonight Lyssa got a cacophonous roar not because the crowd had shifted their thoughts on such things, but because Zahn caught hold of Elise’s one-piece just above one hip and pulled hard enough to ensure some extra leverage while Al tolled off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Lyssa let loose and immediately barrel-rolled her way under the bottom rope. This proved a wise decision as it meant she escaped the questing, furious talons of Elise Winterrest by a span of heartbeats. Grinning despite the creeping burn in her haunches, the Tweet Storm Trooper blew Winterrest a kiss, then tapped an ear to make sure the loser heard the Announcer’s decree. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… LYSSA ZAHN!”
The sound of her name echoing in the rafters provided Lyssa a small jolt of adrenaline, but it still took the brunette far longer than it usually would to make her way to the Commentary Table and claim a loose microphone. “Ya know, two out of three isn’t bad, and yet I’m damned sure not going to let this end with a f*cking roll-up.”
“You mean a handful of tights.” Elise seethed at the near edge of the ring.
Zahn sneered. “Bytch, you set up shop in my trunks all night, you don’t like it? Do something about it.”
“I have every intention of--” More gnashed teeth from Winterrest when Lyssa went on like her foe hadn’t said a word.
“It’s funny, the shameless self promoter in me wants to kick the shyt out of you at ‘Mania, but the other me… the me that likes to fight whether there’s an audience or even a camera, wants to wait a little while longer. Because you stole something from me last year, Winterrest. So no, I’m not challenging you to a match at ‘Mania. I’m challenging you for the Queen’s Chambers. I want the Madhouse, f*ck face. And I want it at All Hallows Evil.”
Rather than answer, Miss Murder stuck a hand through the ropes and snapped her fingers until a FAWN tech provided her with a mic. “Just when I think you can’t top your latest act of self destructive arrogance, you prove me wrong. Do you remember how it felt when Lemarchand was heartbeats away from sending you down in another humiliating defeat? Do you remember how swiftly I stepped in, destroyed the both of you and claimed that gaudy roost as my own? Ask yourself this, dear girl, if I was that malicious as an interloper, what might I do to you now that the Chambers are mine? The answer is simple. Whatever I want. For however long it pleases me to do so. Step through those doors and I promise your suffering will cut the next Madhouse recruiting class in half.”
“Oh, I don’t step through doors these days.” Zahn replied. “I knock ‘em off the godddamned hinges. See you at AHE, beeyotch.”
Date set, Lyssa tossed the mic aside, turned on her heel and sauntered up the aisle, leaving Winterrest to fume and plan for the assault on her domain come the end of October.