Post by hawkeye on Aug 8, 2022 23:50:17 GMT
The Announcer stepped into the spotlight at the center of the squared circle and swept an arm toward the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen, if you would direct your attention to the FAWN'tron.”
Those assembled for Red, White & Bruised did just that and where this request had last showed them one of the Madhouse's many luxuriously appointed battlegrounds, tonight it cut to a gorgeous stretch of beach. This particular stretch of sand went unidentified by the commentary team, though savvy FAWN viewers spotted the outline of a house some distance away that bore all the gaudy flourishes one might expect from Edward Wayne Thomas, which meant this was almost assuredly somewhere on Lido Key. Those more interested in obvious details were drawn to the semi-circle of bleachers, the dozens of fans crowded into them and the pair of over-sized tents placed at opposite ends of the frame. In the center of it all stood referee Craig Long, looking quite pleased to be sporting simple black board shorts along with his usual striped shirt.
A quick gesture from the zebra prompted the Announcer to resume his duties. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest will be settled under Beach Wrestling rules, meaning it can only be won by submission or knock-out. Introducing first, hailing from Liverpool, England, she stands at five feet five inches all and weighs in at fifty-four and a half kilos, she is the Boarding School Princess, ELIZABETH CROMWELL!”
ELIZABETH CROMWELL:
Drawn by the vitriol that always followed her name, Elizabeth strolled from the far tent and made her way down the sand. For this decisive battle with her lamentably inferior rival, the ivory complected Young Lioness chose a simple black bikini that protected and accentuated her figure while also offering an impressive view to the boorish louts that dared do anything less than throw themselves at her feet. Dark eyes shaded by an equally dark pair of shades, the former Lightweight Champion strolled up to Craig and offered her wrists for inspection without comment. Pleased to avoid such hassle this early on, the ref hunkered down to check her knees only to scramble back when the brunette drew back that leg like she meant to kick sand in his face!
“Oh please, since when do I bother with such low hanging fruit?” Cromwell scoffed as she completed the inspection without violence. “Not that such a reaction is anything new in your world, isn't that right Mr. Long?”
Craig sighed, extended a hand and accepted Lizzie's shades before stepping back so she could direct her ire at its true target.
Cromwell was already staring daggers through the other tent when the Announcer spoke up again. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Blue Bay, Florida, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and seventeen pounds. She is the Slappin' Sensation, MACY RENQUIST!”
MACY RENQUIST:
The beach-side FAWNatics welcomed the blonde with every bit of adoration they'd withheld from her rival, the mostly local crowd springing to their feet to cheer the Beach Blaster who'd made her name in places much like this one. Blowing out of her tent like a cool breeze on this blistering late July evening, Macy raised an acknowledging hand to her supporters though she didn't let her eyes leave the Boarding School Princess for more than a heartbeat or two. Lizzie didn't rush her, though Long thought he heard the brunette's teeth grind when Renquist stepped into view. It could've been his imagination of course, hearing such a small sound amidst the surf and cheers seemed unlikely, yet the animosity between them was impossible to ignore, as was the fact that Macy's chosen fightin' attire was, save for a small white belt and white trim around the leg-holes, identical to that of her nemesis.
If her sartorial decision was meant as a weapon, Macy gave no sign, she merely strode up to Craig and went through the final inspection without taking her eyes off Elizabeth. “Any questions, ladies?” Long asked once the last of the formalities were out of the way.
“Just one.” Cromwell's lips curled in a cruel smirk. “What's the fine for littering on the beach? Actually, never mind. I'll pay it with a smile.”
“You'll pay all right, bitch.” Macy murmured. “But you won't be smiling.”
“Enough.” Craig interrupted when he saw them each take a half step forward. “Back off until I call for the bell. Then you can settle this however you please.”
The FAWNatics gathered for this outdoor finale cheered quite loudly at the sound of the bell, yet the rush of the wind and the roar of the waves combined in a way that made it seem like they were hundreds of yards away. Of course it could also be that Macy was simply tuning them out. Her eyes had locked on Elizabeth's the instant she stepped onto the sand, so to call her focused was nothing short of a colossal understatement. Not that Cromwell was any less intense, she'd matched Renquist's gaze with one of her own and refused to break it even when Craig was trying to deliver his instructions.
Now that there was nothing between them save oxygen and inclination, the Young Lioness dug her toes into the sand and allowed herself the smallest of smiles. “I knew humiliating you in the penthouse wouldn't be enough!” she called over the surf-side susurrus. “I knew pride wouldn't let you walk away with a tie, not even after I made it clear to the whole world that the two of us have never been equals.”
Macy growled low in the back of her throat and took a threatening step forward. “What's your point, brat?” she asked.
“I'm glad you picked the venue.” Lizzie answered without hesitation. “I've already demonstrated my abilities in the wrestling ring and the penthouse, this evening I storm your last bastion, tacky though it may be, and tear it down bit by bit by bit. You will have nowhere left to hide from the undeniable truth of my superiority, Macy Renquist. There is in fact only one question that remains, sweet girl. Will you acknowledge me as your better with at least a shred of dignity? Or will you be forced into the admission like a sniveling little crybab--”
The Slappin' Sensation bounded at her adversary so abruptly that Cromwell raised her hands and took an instinctive step back without even considering trying to dodge out of the way. The Collar & Elbow looked quite likely so the Brit was even more surprised when Macy dipped down and slammed her right shoulder into Lizzie's tummy! Bracing her hands against the brunette's thighs as she felt Cromwell fold around the intruding joint, Renquist set her feet, then let out a Valkyrie shriek as she straightened up and pushed off as hard as she could! The result didn't have the usual height of a Back Body Drop but the result was virtually identical, with Cromwell flipping up & over to come down on her right shoulder and hip with an audible THWHUMP!
Lizzie landed hard but scrambled to her feet within heartbe--“AAAARRHHH! CHEAP SKAG!” Cromwell seized hold of the blonde's wrists even as Macy plunged her hands into the brunette's hair and began to yank her around in an awkward circle! “LET GO OF MY BLOODY HAIR!”
“Only when it's not attached to your head, bitch!” Renquist yanked her foe's noggin from side to side while continuing to spin in place. “C'mon Lizzie, aren't you going to kick my ass? Don't tell me you need a down comforter and chilled champagne to win a NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Relinquishing her grip in hopes of doing some actual damage to the trashy idiot, Cromwell curled her hands into fists and pounded several awkward punches into Renquist's flanks and upper thighs before treating those same areas to a quick, painful scoring! “Let go of my hair, trollop.” Elizabeth threatened as she continued to gnash and rend. “Before I tear you into tiny, bleeding pieces and scatter them to the gullsSSEERRRH!”
Macy put a stop to that sass with a single Kneelift to the crown of the Englishwoman's skull. This loosened but didn't dislodge the hooks in her sides, so Macy hopped into the air and dropped to her knees to drive Cromwell's forehead into the damp grit of the beach! Elizabeth grunted, tried to roll onto her back and was categorically denied when Macy tightened down on her hair-holds and treated her nemesis to several rounds of rough scraping that was painful, disorienting and embarrassing in equal measure. A thrashing Cromwell grabbed onto Renquist's wrists and squeezed for all she was worth even as she fought to regain her knees. She'd just about made it when the Beach Blaster yanked even harder and slammed the other wrestler's noggin down hard enough to leave a deep divot.
Even that didn't stop Cromwell's thrashing but it did slow her enough for Macy to swing around and climb aboard the brunette's lower back. Stretched out flat so Lizzie was thoroughly pinned down, Renquist indulged in a little more head bouncing before she relinquished the hair-hold in favor of Full Nelson. The result was mostly the same, Cromwell's protesting features were still pressed snug against the sand, but now the blonde could exert more pressure.
“Tear me up, Lizzie.” Renquist was smiling, though her eyes were utterly without humor. “C'mon, do it like you said. Rip me up, make me bleed, do your fucking worst!” she reefed back on the Full Nelson to put strain on Cromwell's neck while also showing her off for audience near and far.
“Kill you.” Elizabeth hissed once she'd spat the worst of the grit from her mouth. “You better pray that Long is on the top of his game tonight you vile slattern because if he's not I swear I'll MMMRRRPPPPGGHHH!”
Macy halved the Nelson and reached down to collect a scoopful of sand which she then mostly stuffed into the incredulous battler's mouth! The reaction was immediate and violent, Cromwell coughing and spitting even after the blonde caught her cheeks between thumb and forefinger and smooshed them into a humiliating fish-face! “You made me cry in front of the whole world, Lizzie.” she murmured to the wriggling, protesting Briton. “Continued to embarrass me long after the bell sounded. “Now it's your turn to be embarrassed. Now it's your turn to cryYOOOWWW!”
Macy's mount made simply escaping the blonde's grip nigh impossible, so Elizabeth wrapped a few lengths of that long, hateful ponytail around one fist and wrenched Renquist's head to one side at an ugly angle. “Get off me, this fucking instant.” the Boarding School Princess demanded as she put more and more torque on Macy's neck. “I mean it, Renquist. Test my resolve a moment longer and I'll HRRPPH! HHRRPPPHH! MMMRRRGGHHH!”
Macy doubled down on the Nelson again and shoved Cromwell's face into the sand as hard as she could! Hardly content with simple impact, she began swiping the former Lightweight Champion's face back and forth in a display of aggressive abrasion meant to draw blood, sweat and tears in no particular order. The awful keening sounds coming from Lizzie told Craig he should check for a submission, but he didn't even get a chance to hunker down beside the action before Cromwell grabbed her own handful of sand and flung it in the general direction of Macy's mug!
The Slappin' Sensation's burly Full Nelson meant Cromwell's accuracy and distance were only a fraction of her usual efforts, yet sheer proximity ensured most of the cloud enveloped Renquist's head regardless! Coughing and cursing as her vision went sandy, the blonde released her grip, reared back in the mount and raised both hands overhead just to CRAAACK them down between Lizzie's shoulders! Then she was up and away, Macy staggering toward the water while she swiped the grit from her eyes.
As for Cromwell, she scrambled to all fours and spat out what felt like several mouthfuls of sand. What she did not do was try to create any separation, in fact the penitent brunette looked around, then did a quick about-face when she realized Renquist was no longer in sight. Eyes narrowing to furious slots as she spotted the retreating Floridian, Cromwell clambered to verticality and took off in a dead sprint! Macy heard the sound of feet pounding after her and turned to find the source, alas she only made it about halfway when the Young Lioness lowered a shoulder and THWHUMPED it into her ribs!
The Spear couldn't really fold Renquist in half but it sure as hell knocked her to the ground in a single stroke! Bellowing like a madwoman as she shoveled Renquist onto her back to settle in for a more comfortable mount, Lizzie gouged her knees into the blonde's flanks, then cupped her head in both hands and proceeded to thum-thum-thum-THUMP the back of her skull against the beach no less than half a dozen times! From there she helped herself to Macy's wrists and pinned them together high overhead so she could control them with one hand.
“You poor, misbegotten trollop.” Cromwell's usually elegant voice was little more than a breathy rasp as she dug a furrow in the sand with her free hand. “Did you really think that simply lowering the class of the venue would grant you some sort of advantage? I once deigned to throw that glandular freak Starfire into a dumpster, compared to that, fighting here is, well, a day at the beach.”
“Nuuhhh... not for long.” Macy planted her heels and tried to bridge, but the pressure of Lizzie's knees and bum kept her planted in the sand. “You're a whimpery little priss, Lizzie. I realized it the moment we locked up the first time. You love the IDEA of winning a fight, but you loathe the thought of actually EARNING that winGGUUURRRGGHHHKK!”
Cromwell smashed that handful of dirt into the Beach Blaster's face, then pressed the heel of her palm to Macy's lips and worked it back and forth like she'd either polish her rival's teeth or smash them to bits. “Bring your worst, you trashy slut.” Elizabeth snipped as she tried to entice Macy with the benefits of an all sand diet. “I'll meet every volley you can muster, return it with superior force and slowly but surely strip away every bit of that disgustingly unearned confidence. By the time I'm finished you'll be begging and pleading to curl up under the bleachers with the rest of the garbage, but I won't allow it, not until I've dog-walked you in front of this crowd of nattering DAMMIT!”
The force of Macy's squirming finally overwhelmed Cromwell's one-handed control and she wrenched loose of Englishwoman's grasp in a thrashing tangle of movement! Lizzie snatched onto the blonde's wrists as quickly as she could, but the real threat came from elsewhere, as she discovered when Renquist kicked her legs up and threaded them beneath the brunette's arms. A thrust of her hips put Macy on her butt and Lizzie on her back in a Sunset Flip that would've meant a whole lot more if pins counted for anything on this particular stretch of beach. That explained why Cromwell showed no particular hurry to escape the predicament, instead choosing to thread her calves around the Floridian's neck so she could squeeeeeeeeeeeeze her with an impromptu Headscissor.
“Idiot.” she sneered to the sand-blasted, red-faced blonde. “Have you forgotten where you are? You can't pin me here! I can however, crush your puny little head like a graAAARRRRHHHHHH!”
Renquist twisted her right hand free, snatched up a whole lotta loose sand and threw it directly into Cromwell's eyes! Lizzie shrieked and tried to twist away from the meaningless Sunset, but Macy kept the brunette's arms pinned beneath her stems. More disconcerting, the Slappin' Sensation wriggled loose of the Headscissors, then braced her hands against Cromwell's calves and pushed forward until her toes were slightly north of her ears. This new arrangement put strain on Elizabeth's diaphragm and lower back while also offering a rather impressive view of her squirming rump, yet one had to question the strategic value when she couldn't tell Craig to count--CRACK! CRACK! CRAAACK! Macy abruptly shifted position so she could keep the Young Lioness' legs pinned beneath her right forearm. With her left hand unencumbered, she flattened it into a paddle, raised it high overhead, then brought it whistling down on those upturned buns for three blistering blows!
Baring her teeth in a hard smile as Cromwell squirmed beneath her touch, Macy leaned down and planted a teasing little kiss on one palm-warm cheek before tacking on a condescending little pat. “Don't worry baby, I'm not pinning you today. I'm just gonna paddle. This. Ass. Until you can't take anymore!”
“Good fucking luck.” Elizabeth clawed and scraped at Renquist's shins while simultaneously fighting to prize her legs free of the blonde's gasp. “I've taken the best your soft little hands can produce and I still made you NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Macy delivered a dozen more slaps, the former Lightweight Champion deftly alternating between cheeks to ensure each was properly warmed. After that she shifted from paddle to spade to drag her nails down Cromwell's curves, then from spade to claw to clamp down on a big ol' handful of hapless British butt. “Did I hear you right earlier, Lizzie?” Macy huffed. “Did you really threaten to dog walk me in front of all these people?”
“Hardly, such behavior is beneath me.” Elizabeth's answer was honeyed strychnine. “I PROMISE to dog walk you in front of all of these OOOOOOWWWWWW YOU TAWDRY WHORE!”
Renquist leaned down and went full Adelaide Brewster on the Boarding School Princess' pert behind for five agonizing seconds! Quickly doubling down on her calf suppression when Cromwell bucked harder than ever, Macy looked around, spotted Craig Long and barked, “Ask her!”
“DON'T YOU DARE!”Cromwell bellowed at once. “DON'T WASTE MY TIME, LONG! YOU KNOW BLOODY GODDAMNED WELL THAT I DO NOT SUB—OOOOOHHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHK!” Satisfied she'd regained dominion over the brunette's legs, Macy put her left hand back to work, but rather than slapping she affixed it to the center of Elizabeth's black briefs!
Now, Craig Long didn't much care to agree with Elizabeth Cromwell on any subject, but he was willing to concede that she wouldn't surrender to some tush nibbling. A Crotch Claw though? He dropped to one knee beside the action. “What do you say, Elizabeth? Need me to--”
“NEVER!” Lizzie shrieked loud enough to raise a 'TAP!' chant from the FAWNatics in the bleachers. “SHE'S THE QUITTER! SHE'LL NEVER MAKE ME GAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”
Macy squeezed a little harder, the usually clinical battler focusing on her middle and ring fingers to show Cromwell she was in for one helluva catfight. “I'll see that dog walk and raise you a spanking.” she growled to the wailing brunette. “Over my knee, right up next to the bleachers. Whether your bottoms are down around your ankles or drifting out to sea, I haven't decided yeWHOOOAAAH!”
Cromwell somersaulted out of the trap, landed on all fours and immediately threw herself at Renquist with a beach-skimming Spear that knocked the startled blonde flat! Too furious to do more than snarl at the moment, Cromwell spread out in a writhing full body press that soon refined itself into a Double-Leg Grapevine. Clamped onto the blonde's wrists with white-knuckle intensity, Lizzie bashed her opponent's hands into the sand while streeeeeeeeeeeeeetching the Beach Blaster's stems at an increasingly wide angle. Tummy to tummy with her arch-rival, Elizabeth took a ragged breath and flipped hair out of her face before training her eyes on Macy.
“Say it.” she raised her hips and brought them smashing down on Renquist's midriff with an echoing SMECK! “Say it right now, you disgusting harlot and I'll let you crawl out of sight once and for all. Refuse and I swear on my honor you will bleed into the sand before--”
“Go ahead.” Macy interrupted. “In fact, I'd love to see you try. You got a good threat game, Lizzy. But we both know you don't have the stomach or the will to carry out on OOOOOHHHH SHHHIIIITTTT BITTTTTTTCCCCH!”
Cromwell yanked one of Macy's hands from the sand, brought it to her mouth and sank her teeth into that wrist! She nommed and gnawed for several seconds, then pulled away and gave the little red crescent a delicate kiss. “I haven't eaten all day, luv.” she said softly. “I've got more than enough appetite to devour the likes of you. Submit.”
“Eat shitTGAAAAAAAAHHHHHDD!”
Elizabeth bit her again, the base of the thumb this time. “Soft!” the Young Lioness actually giggled after she'd slammed Macy's hand back to the beach where she'd found it. “Thought it would've been stringy, but I guess tender makes sense considering that you slap like a teething toddler.”
“Oh, you've been knocked out by a lot of toddlers, have--”
The sound of waves crashing couldn't overcome the started gasp from those in attendance when Cromwell pursed her lips and very casually spat in Renquist's face! “You've needed that for a LONG time, beach trash.” Lizzie smirked, the brunette clearly savoring the incredulous jolt of Macy's shock. “And just so you know...” she slammed Renquist's belly with her hips two more times, then hunkered down and pressed her lips to the blonde's left ear. “Your hand's not the only thing I intend to bite.”
“Don't even think about it you disgusting HRRGGHrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
The Boarding School Princess did more than think, she snuggled in and chomped down on the soft flesh just below Macy's ear! Nearly paralyzed by the strain of the Grapevine and the pain blossoming from the left side of her neck, Renquist found the resolve to twitch her head 'no' when Craig hurried over with an obvious question on his mind. Elizabeth never noted this exchange, her attention remained exclusively on Macy even after she drew away from the latest 'taste'. “I can bite 'til you submit.” she murmured to the Slappin' Sensation. “I hadn't even considered the prospect before you invited it with your rat-like nibbling, but I'm certain I can. Is that how I should finish you, Renquist? Biting and nipping until you're weeping for the reprieve of a humiliating crawl along the--”
“I thought you were going to bleed me, princess?” Macy's interruption carried far more attitude than Cromwell cared to hear from a woman in her position. “Having trouble making up your mind? Or are you hoping to psyche me out because you know the only way you can beat me is if I beat myseFRRRRGGHHHH!”
Macy must've struck a nerve because Lizzie relinquished one half of the Grapevine and THWHUMPED that knee between the blonde's thighs! “Congratulations, you've just uttered your last coherent thought, you insignificant bit of filth.” Elizabeth was all prim and proper as she got to her feet, brushed some sand off her tummy and very deliberately STAMPED her heel into the Floridian's navel. “Everything from here on out will be nothing but mindless yowls of anguish that our dear official will have to eventually interpret as your submission.”
That sounded like quite a daunting task to Craig, whose mood only grew more grim when Cromwell helped herself to a handful of Macy's ponytail and hauled her upright. Collecting the blonde's noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock without giving up her grip on the ponytail, Lizzie ordered, “March, bitch.” and tromped much closer to the semi-circle of bleachers that housed the field tripping FAWNatics.
It was far too vertical to qualify as the threatened dog walk, but Macy's fans still jeered at their heroine's shabby treatment. This irritation grew all the louder when Cromwell set a heel against Renquist's ankle and swept her legs out from underneath to send her crashing to the sand flat on her face. “So this is what you cheer for, is it?” Lizzie turned her attention to the throng as she planted a foot on either side of Macy's hips. “This detestable parody of femininity has fooled you all into accepting her ridiculously low standards and I for one refuse to accept it for a moment longer.” With that she crouched down, grabbed hold of Renquist's biceps and pulled her upper body off the ground at an awkward angle. Everyone, Macy included, knew what came next. Even when Elizabeth went to work tugging and tearing at the little band holding the blonde's ponytail together, they knew it was just prologue for the real torture.
“Face or tits?” Cromwell asked Renquist after she'd spent several seconds mussing Macy's now loose hair. The Beach Blaster grit her teeth, tried to squirm out from under the brunette and got a Butt Bomb smashed into the small of her back for the trouble.
“Duuhhh... don't bother giving me a choice, Lizzie.” she growled. “You know I'm going to destroy bothHRGGH!”
Elizabeth grabbed Renquist's breasts with both hands, but only gave them a single possessive squeeze before she relinquished her-- “There, THAT'S better!” Cromwell sniped as she hooked her fingers beneath the cups of Macy's black top and pulled it up, spilling the former Lightweight Champion's bounty for all to see.
“Oh, you bitch.” Renquist wasn't wasting unnecessary energy trying to break the Clutch at the moment, instead she crooked her fingers into claws and gouged them into the outside of the Englishwoman's thighs. “They're gonna wire your jaw shut when this match is ov—NNNNGHHH AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”
Cromwell went back to her previous tactic, only now she raked instead of grabbed, the cruel-eyed lovely adopting a chest-centric variation on the classic AHW 'Tiger Claw'. “Ask her!” Lizzie helped herself to greedy handfuls of defenseless blonde juggs and began to knead as she turned her attention to the fans seated in the bleachers. “Come on, you leering degenerates! Your beloved beach tramp is clearly suffering, if you really care for her, you'll convince her to surrender!” She'd hoped to raise a spirit-breaking 'TAP!' chant, so of course the idiots responded with mindless jeers that swiftly resolved into a 'MAY-CEE!' chant. Rolling her eyes in disgust, Cromwell mouthed, 'this is all your fault', then narrowed her focus from claw to pincer, the Young Lioness tweaking and twisting her nemesis' nipples with hateful abandon!
Macy gasped in anguish but was otherwise silent, the blonde choosing to shake her head 'no' when Craig asked if she wanted to throw in the towel. This silence only served to infuriate Elizabeth and she added a pitiless pulling to her already vicious tactics. “Oh, do you think you can hold out on me?” she hissed down into the Floridian's pain-wracked face. “Just maintain this tuff girl silence until you pass out? Don't fool yourself, Renquist. Tears and screams are what I want and I mean to have--”
“You'll cry first.” Macy hissed. “You'll cry harder and you'll scream louder, Elizabeth. Swear to god you HHHRRRHH!”
Lizzie let go, grabbed hold of Renquist's loose top in both hands and pulled it tight against Renquist's throat like a lycra garrote! Wrists crossed behind the blonde's neck, Cromwell bounced in her seat and leaned back as far as gravity and her weapon would allow. “SUBMIT!” The Boarding School Princess ordered after several long seconds of heartless throttling. “SUBMIT OR I'LL BREAK YOUR BACKOOWW!”
Macy had never stopped clawing, but now she slipped a few fingers into the pits of the brunette's knees and dug in as hard as she could! Infuriated by the resistance, Elizabeth loosened the loop and pulled it up high enough to draw across the other wrestler's lips. Just like that it went from garrote to bridle, Renquist yanking the distended lycra into her rival's mouth!
“What do you say, Macy?” Craig was on one knee beside his charges, the ref clearly concerned by this escalating cycle of punishment. “If you need me to call it, just give me a sign and--”
“She's not screaming yet.” Elizabeth interrupted, her voice a brittle shard of December here in high summer. “That means this fight is far from ovNO!” Renquist slipped her arms loose of Lizzie's thighs and promptly grabbed hold of the other wrestler's wrists. “Naughty pony, trying to slip your reins.” Cromwell murmured as she fought to steady the Beach Blaster's squirming. “I'd thought the bridle enough, perhaps I need to get the crop as AAARRRHHHH BITCH!”
Macy couldn't free herself from the brunette's grasp but she could shift Lizzie's hands enough to take a big bite out of her left wrist! The Young Lioness smacked a few open palmed slaps against the side of Renquist's head with her right hand but the blonde refused to stop chewing so she scrambled out of the mount and stomped away with her left hand held tight against her belly. Renquist didn't recover nearly so fast, in fact it took her almost ten seconds just to reach up and pull her own traitorous top away from her mouth. Breath coming in ugly rasps that she didn't much like, Macy clambered to all fours, then to one knee and from there to full verticality, albeit a tottering cautious version thereof. She'd just raised a hand to wipe some sand off her face when a cry from the crowd – Renquist spun around on the spot, her right arm lashing out with viper speed not for one of her signature slaps but a whip-crack Uraken, the blonde's fist THWHACKING off the cheek of a hard charging Elizabeth Cromwell!
Lizzie's head snapped back on impact, her expression shifting from murderous to stunned as the powerful blow knocked her back on her heels. Still reeling from the unexpected blow, Cromwell turned from the Beach Blaster and stumbled away, or at least tried to. She'd hadn't made it three steps when Renquist stomped up behind her and trapped the Briton's right arm in a Half Nelson. CRACK-CRACK-CRAAACK! Macy delivered a trio of overhand slaps to the nape of her opponent's neck! Elizabeth cried out, reached for Renquist's hair with her free hand and managed to snag on for a few solid tugs before Macy pivoted slightly and drove her right knee into the brunette's midsection as hard as she could.
“Where do you think you're going?” Macy hissed when Cromwell 'ooooffffffhed' and tried to lurch free of her grasp. “You think I'm gonna let you walk away from the crowd after what you just did? Fuck that Lizzie, turn around! TURN AROUND!”
The Boarding School Princess was loathe to comply with any order from her nemesis, alas, she was too woozy and short of breath to stop Renquist from swinging them around to face the beach-side FAWNatics. “There, that's a lot better. Just need to get that hair out of your face.” Macy still had the Half Nelson in place but now she let loose of Cromwell's hair so she could swipe some lank locks off the brunette's pale forehead. “Yeah, that's nice. Don't you look pretty, Lizzie? Smile for the fans, won't--”
“Fuck you!” Elizabeth had caught hold of Macy's hair again, pulling it hard enough to wrench her head to the side at a painful angle. “Try to display me again and I'll rip you to pieces. Understand, beach trasHHRRRGHH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Macy curled her left hand into a fist and proceeded to slam it into Lizzie's left flank (just above her hip) over and over again, the determined blonde not letting up until Cromwell's knees were loose and the claw had fallen from her hair. Finally breaking into a smile once the Young Lioness was at least temporarily subdued, Macy pivoted to get 'em lined up with the crowd again, then leaned in to murmur in Lizzie's right ear. “Guess you'll have to rip me to pieces then, baby. But you'll have to do it with one hand unless you get right with showing off the goods.”
“Nuuuuhhhh....no.” Cromwell tensed and tried to pull away even as Renquist went to work undoing the knot of her top. “I swear Macy, if you NO!”
Macy did, the Slappin' Sensation grabbing onto the now unsecured bikini top and pulling it away with all the flourish of a Vegas stage magician! An incensed Elizabeth covered up with her free hand and the blonde made no effort to stop her, instead she grabbed a handful of Brit belly, Renquist making a point to jab the tip of her index finger into the other wrestler's navel. “Digging the quit out of you, Lizzie.” Macy giggled as she continued to gouge and knead. “Digging it right out of this soft little belly!”
“Did I say you were going to bleed on the sand?” Cromwell fought harder than ever, though she still refused to pull her left hand away from her chest. “I meant you were going to bleed OUT on the sand. No coming back from this, Renquist. You may survive the hospital stay, but your career will be dead long before they load you into the ambulOOOOOOWWWWWWWW YOU EVIL SLAG!”
Renquist loosened her claw enough to slide it south to the center of Elizabeth's briefs where she clamped down twice as hard! Modesty forgotten in the face of eye-watering anguish, Cromwell snatched hold of Macy's clawin' wrist and put everything she had into prizing the grip from her undercarriage. It took longer than she would've liked, but the effort was ultimately successful and she let out a triumphant little cry when she-- “NO GODDAMN YOU!”
Renquist twisted her hand loose of the Englishwoman's control, slipped it beneath her arm and finally converted the Half Nelson to a Full Nelson, a change that put increased strain on Lizzie's neck and her bare chest on prominent display. “Welcome to topless beach wrestling, babe.” Macy chirped in her foe's ear. “Don't worry about showing off the girls, they'll be covered in sand and scratches soon enou--”
“End you.” Elizabeth seethed. “I hope you accomplished everything you wanted in a professional wrestling career, because it ends today. You're going to fade away into the background of video packages, mostly the ones highlighting my domination of the lightweight raHHHHRRRRGGHHHHH!”
The Beach Blaster hopped up, snaked her legs around the brunette's waist and dropped to the sand to drag Lizzie along for the ride. Now a Bodyscissors & Full Nelson combination was no joke, as evidenced by the breathless wheeze-groan that issued from Cromwell's lips in conjunction with Renquist's first prolonged squeeeeeeeeze. Yet there was always a way for things to get worse and considering that oceans of bad blood between these two lightweight pillars, no one was particularly surprised when Macy bundled the Briton's biceps together so she could control them with one wrapped arm--
“DON'T YOU DARE!” Lizzie struggled with all her might, both hands flailing in an energetic, albeit ultimately hopeless effort to catch onto the blonde's long hair. “ONLY ONE WARNING, RENQUIST! KEEP YOUR DIRTY FINGERS AWAY OR I'LL OOOOOWWWWWWW!”
Macy pressed her fingertips to Cromwell's tummy in a wide fan-like spread and dragged them all the way up to the brunette's sternum. “You really need to stop threatening me, Liz.” Renquist finally broke into a smile as she reset her hand and scored the Boarding School Princess' tummy a second time. “I mean, you're certainly intimidating enough. Anything delivered with a British accent immediately carries more weight as far as I'm concerned, but really they just pique my curiosity. Which means I've gotta know....” Renquist pressed down and began to drag her fingers up even slower than before. “...just WHAT are you gonna do to me, cutie?”
Elizabeth growled, smacked a heel into the sand and wriggled from side to side without doing much to change her predicament, let alone ease it. “You'll find out soon enough.” she answered through clenched teeth. “The instant I escape this greasy rat trap you call a hold I'll make youhhhhrrrrhhhhhhh.... you vicious twat.”
Macy had traded in her claw for a pincer, one she attached to the other wrestler's left nipple. “You started this.” Renquist murmured in Cromwell's ear before switching her terrible tweaking to the opposite side. “You never wanted to just wrestle, you had to prove you were the baddest bitch, isn't that right? Why JUST win when you can humiliate and injure to—not now, Craig. We're having a private conversation.”
The referee, who'd stepped in to check on his charges, raised both hands to shoulder level and stepped back to give them room.
“I started NOTHING.” Elizabeth growled. “I was simply lamenting the dearth of legitimate challenges within the Lightweight Division and you took it upon yourself to--”
“Answer an open challenge?” Macy stopped twisting long enough to deliver two quick slaps to the brunette's breasts. Then it was back to the painful pinching, much to Cromwell's disgust. “You were the one that wanted a challenge, Lizzie. You should've specified if you wanted to play on Easy Mo--”
“You ARE Easy Mode, luv.” Cromwell sat up as best she could before tossing herself backward, a tactic that made Renquist grunt before she punished the Young Lioness with the longest twisssssssssssssst yet. “Yuuuhhhhh... you're no match for me.” Sweat beaded on Elizabeth's pale forehead, the heat was certainly a contributing factor, though the strain of keeping her voice level in the face of ongoing torture played an even larger role. “You've managed two fluke pins thanks to that ridiculous Piledriver, but when I beat you? You were bawling like a toddler before I finished you off with the Expulsion and you screamed even louder when you SUBMITTED to me in the Penthouse. You're an impostor, Macy Renquist. And no amount of your tepid, sophomoric fumbling will convince me otherwAAARRRHHH FAAAAAAAAAAAAHHK!”
Macy stopped pinching and started pulling, the Slappin' Sensation's ire focused on her nemesis' left nipple. “ASK HER!” Renquist barked to Craig Long. “See if she's ready to tap out to this impostor!”
“NOOOOOOOO!” Elizabeth shook her head, frantically denying the blonde's demand. “NO I DOOOOOOOOHHHH SHHHHIIIIIIIT!”
Macy abruptly abandoned her control of the Briton's arms so she could double down on the pernicious pulling that had tears forming in the corners of Cromwell's eyes. Elizabeth clamped onto her tormentor's wrists at once, then seemed to realize there was a better way and buried those hooked talons in the Beach Blaster's long locks! “LET GO!” the Young Lioness shrieked at the top of her lungs even as she tried to denude great patches of Macy's scalp!
“Not 'til you cry.” Renquist hissed. “Cry for me, Lizzie! Cry for all these nice peop--”
“NEVER!” Elizabeth rolled onto her stomach and jammed one knee into the sand even as she halved the hair-hold to get another brace on the beach. Groaning with exertion, the former Lightweight Champion rose to verticality in slow motion only to feel her knees almost buckle when Macy sent another gut-churning constriction through the Bodyscissors. “Stuuuuuuhhhh...stop wasting your energy.” Cromwell huffed as she took a few lurching steps in the direction of the water. “I'll walk into the ocean before I submit to trash like--”
Macy dropped the Scissors and traded her pincers in for a Waistlock the instant her feet touched the sand. Just like that she dipped her knees and popped her hips to take Lizzie up, over and course, down, the startled brunette THWHUMPING against the beach on the back of her head and shoulders. It was a gorgeous German Suplex, one that might've ended things then and there if pins counted for anything more than showing off. Alas they did not, so Renquist released her grip, scrambled upright and put one foot to the brunette's upturned bum just so she could shove Cromwell onto her side.
“SAY IT ONE MORE TIME, BITCH!” Macy shouted down at the smoldering brunette wreckage. “CALL ME TRASH ONE MORE TIME, SEE WHAT HAPPENS!”
Elizabeth said nothing. Though she'd never admit it, the last couple minutes had taxed her like few others during the course of her combative career and she was quite happy to lay on the sand marshaling her reserv--CRAAACK! Macy bent down and delivered a vicious overhand Bitch Slap to the Boarding School Princess' left hip! “Get up.”
Renquist said it in a tone that suggested there was no alternative. “Right now or I'll slap you out on the spot.” Something about the threat must've struck Cromwell as funny because she broke out in a chilly little giggle that soon grew into a full bore laugh! Frowning at the apparent disrespect, Macy delivered another whip-crack Bitch Slap and while Lizzie shuddered through the impact, she didn't stop laughing. Rolling onto her stomach in stages, the Young Lioness plunged her hands into the sand and slowly clambered to verticality.
“Whuh... what is that delightful nonsense you Americans like to throw out from time to time?” Lizzie asked as she swayed like a drunk in front of the Beach Blaster. “Aaaahhh yes, I remember now. I don't MAKE trash, I BURN--”
Macy reared back to spin Cromwell's head around with a ripcord-free Bitchmaker, but Lizzie proved the tiniest bit faster in unleashing the clod of sand she threw into the blonde's furious eyes! Blindness be damned, Renquist lashed out with a few slaps aimed at the spot Elizabeth had so recently occupied, yet the cagey brunette was safely elsewhere, well clear of those dangerous hands.
Careful to hold her tongue even though she wanted nothing more than to shriek at the flailing Floridian, Cromwell circled around behind Renquist only to snarl in disgust when the FAWNatics gave away her position with some ill-timed shouting. “Gutless bitch.” Renquist wasn't swinging anymore, she'd settled into a wary grappler's crouch that made a straight-ahead rush less than tempting. “Should've known you'd find a way to che--”
“Stuff it up your arse.” Lizzie sniped. “Throwing sand is one of the few, ahem, traditions, in this tawdry spectacle you call a specialty, it's not my fault I happen to be better at it than--”
Cromwell feigned a lunge to get the blonde's hands up and when Renquist took the bait she stepped forward and THWHUMPED a punt between the other wrestler's legs! Macy sobbed and slumped forward into a clench that Elizabeth accepted only so she could hunker down and wrap her arms around the blonde's upper thighs. Hands knotted beneath Renquist's stunned glutes, the Boarding School Princess rose onto tiptoe, then stomped forward and went down on one knee to compound Macy's anguish with an Inverted Atomic Drop!
“That's right, on your knees you worthless slag.” Cromwell cackled as the blonde crumpled to all fours. “Actually, I've got a much better idea!”
Plunging her hands into the blonde's hair, Lizzie yanked her head from side to side before stuffing it between her thighs in a Standing Headscissors. From there she hooked onto the blonde's bottoms with both hands and turned them in a half circle that ended with Renquist's tush pointed toward the fans. “Get out your Zippos and your matchbooks, you grubby little idiots!” she taunted the jeering throng. “It's time we had a bonfire!”
On that incendiary note, Cromwell yanked up on the captured lycra with enough venom to split the Beach Blaster's cheeks AND turn her ass over teakettle in a single stroke. Just like that, she dropped to a seat and SPIKED the crown of Renquist's noggin into the sand courtesy a massive Piledriver! Macy curled in on herself, then unspooled in a boneless sprawl that would've left her looking up at the late afternoon sky if Elizabeth Cromwell hadn't shoveled her onto her stomach with a rough shove. Making a point to SLAP her hands down on the blonde's butt and back respectively, the Young Lioness pushed herself upright and set one foot atop those defenseless glutes. “Count this trash out.”
Craig couldn't deny Renquist looked the perfect portrait of defeat (as evidenced when Cromwell ground her toes down on one cheek to no response whatsoever) so he cleared his throat and began to count. “ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE.... SIX... SEVEN...” Macy pushed up on her hands and slid / crawled her way out from beneath the Briton's foot, not that this dampened her enthusiasm in the slightest.
“She's still down, Long!” Lizzie barked to the official. “The miserable harpy can't even make it to her knees!”
Craig was aware, which was why he never stopped counting. “EIGHT... NINE..TE-NO!”
The cheer from the crowd collided with a seething wave of disgust from the Boarding School Princess when Macy planted her knees in the sand and bounced to wobbly verticality with half a heartbeat to sp--CRAAACK!
Elizabeth tromped over and clouted the blonde across the face with a Bitch Slap that echoed up and down that lonely stretch of beach! “HOW DO YOU LIKE IT?” Cromwell bellowed as Macy's head snapped back in a spray of sand and sweat. “WELL? WHERE'S YOUR SMART MOUTH NOW, RENQUIST?” Lizzie knocked her nemesis' noggin the other way with an equally massive backhand, then snatched a handful of flaxen locks and delivered three more to Macy's mug one right after the other.
CRA-CRA-CRAAACK!
Renquist's knees quavered with each impact, yet they never gave way entirely, a fact that caused the Young Lioness much disgust. “This is where you should have stayed.” she pulled the Beach Blaster in close to hiss in her face. “Out here with the other flotsam and jetsam, hustling drunken bimbos out of their beer money. You have no place in a wrestling ring. No place in a penthouse. And now your arrogance has cost you your place here among the rest of the trash.” Macy groaned something and tried to clinch, but Cromwell shrugged the effort off and helped herself to the other woman's right wrist. A smooth little twist 'n tug turned Renquist in a half circle that left her facing the audience with her own arm snugged across her throat.
“Oh, stop clutching your pearls!” Lizzie scoffed to the buzzing crowd. “You always knew it was going to end like this!” On that ominous note she put her free hand to the blonde's shoulder and pushed forward while simultaneously stepping back to pull the ripcord that spun Macy into a gold-plated Bitchmak--“RRRRGGGHHHHH!” Renquist sprang up and DROVE her left knee into the point of Elizabeth's chin with teeth-rattling force!
Credit the wherewithal of the former Lightweight Champion, she reeled on the spot but her legs held firm and she lurched into the blonde's personal space looking for the same clench Macy had so recently sought. Unlike her adversary, Macy didn't shy away from the lock-up, in fact she helped herself to Cromwell's dark locks in something that was halfway between a hair-pull and a Muy Thai clinch. Then she brought her knees into it, Renquist alternating left-right-left-right to gouge more and more air from her foe's tummy and flanks. Elizabeth groaned, dug her claws into Macy's shoulders and tried to draw her even closer, either to stifle those strikes or possibly sink her teeth into the Floridian's flesh once more. Whatever her intentions they came to naught as Renquist shifted just enough to THUMP a single Kneelift between the Englishwoman's thighs!
Now Lizzie's legs did give out and she would've crumpled to all fours if Macy hadn't slowed her descent to such a degree that she was able to stuff Cromwell's head between her thighs. Happily gouging her fingers into Brit buns as she hooked onto Lizzie's briefs, Renquist looked to the bleachers and asked, “Anyone interested in another look at my ridiculous Piledriver?” The answering cheer proved an overwhelming affirmative, yet Macy still hesitated long enough to bury Cromwell's bottoms between her cheeks via a seriously vindictive wedgie! Then she grabbed the Waistlock, dipped her knees and vaulted over the vulnerable Lioness to THWHUMP the crown of her skull into the sand!
CREATURE FROM THE BLUE LAGOON:
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Caught and dragged down to shadowy depths by the Creature From the Blue Lagoon, Elizabeth rolled through the landing and actually came up on her feet, but remained there for only a moment before timbering to the sand in a glassy-eyed starfish. Craig moved in quickly, the ref assuming that Renquist would want a count of her own. But Macy waved him off even as she struggled to her knees.
“She doesn't get to go out looking at the sky.” the blonde explained in the midst of turning the Boarding School Princess onto her stomach. “She's gonna submit with her mouth full of sand, that's a promise!”
Catching hold of Lizzie's left ankle in the next instant, Macy stood up while also lifting her rival's lower leg off the beach. Just like that she threaded her right leg around the exposed limb and dropped down into a heavy sprawl atop the brunette's back! The nasty torque on her knee made Cromwell squirm, but she didn't start to really protest until Renquist caught her left arm in a Half Nelson. Then she started to writhe like a downed power-line, Lizzie trying like hell to drag their combined weight toward the bleachers, not that they'd offer any reprie--“HHHHHRRRRRGGGHHH!”
The brunette's trapped snarl of pain was almost blotted out by the cheers of those assembled when the Slappin' Sensation snaked her right arm around Cromwell's exposed throat and clamped down with every ounce of strength still available.
Renquistition, Macy Renquist to Elizabeth Cromwell right there on the sun warmed sand.
“TAP!” Macy bellowed as she began to yank the choke-hold up and down, right and left, every which way but loose. “TAP OUT BABY OR I'LL NEVER LET YOU GO!”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Elizabeth scratched at Renquist's right forearm like a woman possessed, her frantic nails drawing ugly pink furrows on her tormentor's summer-tanned skin. But Macy was just as determined to keep her trap in place and she craaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the Katahajame to put even more torque on the Young Lioness' neck and spine.
“I mean it, Lizzie.” Renquist's voice was cold now, her mind running back to the agonies she's endured at the brunette's hands even as she smothered against her undercarriage. “Tap out right fucking now or I'll make you sorrier than you've ever--” Elizabeth SMACKED her free hand against the sand so hard Macy thought she'd given up, but rather than repeat the gesture to signal her surrender, she gouged out a big handful of beach and flung it in the general direction of her nemesis' facNOOOO!
Renquist sensed Cromwell's treachery and tucked in tight so that that curve of her forehead was pressed to the nape of Lizzie's neck. “LET GO OF ME!” Elizabeth shrieked in an utter fury when she realized her gritty gambit hadn't paid off. “YOU KNOW I WON'T SUBMIT SO JUST LET ME GOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW GAAAAAAWD STAAAAAAHHP!”
Still nuzzled in close, Macy twisted her head at an awkward angle so she could bite down on Lizzie's neck! The Boarding School Princess struggled harder still, yet the trio of torments held her fast. Her left leg was folded up and compressed by Macy's own Scissoring gams, her head and left arm were collared by the blonde's choke and now Renquist repaid earlier indignities by not nibbling, not gnawing, but actually biting the back of the brunette's neck with utter impunity.
“YIELD!” Cromwell abruptly yelped even as she continued to pull and tug at Macy's hair. “YIELD! I YIELD YOU TRASHY SLAG, LET ME GOOOOOOOOO!”
Lizzie let loose of her desperation grip and began swatting the sand in earnest this time. Craig saw it and called for the bell at once, yet Macy wouldn't relax the hold even after the Announcer's piped voice confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission... MACY RENQUIST!”
“Say it correctly.” Macy wasn't biting anymore, but she sure as hell hadn't let go yet. “You know what I want, Lizzie.”
Cromwell did, but she wasn't about to give the trollop such satisfaction, not even under these hellish circumstances. “Yuuuuhhh... you've claimed this desolate waste as your own, Renquist.” she rasped. “Take whatever joy from it you may because it's the only token you'll get from mEEERRRRRRRRPPPPPPHHHH!”
Macy released the Katahajame, buried both hands in Lizzie's hair and smooshed her face down into the sand for several seconds of smothering torture! This rough treatment brought Craig over quick, though he silenced his objections when Renquist let go so the brunette could fill her lungs with breathable air. Finally shaking off the last bit of the Renquistition, Macy clambered to her knees, then rose a little higher so she could turn Elizabeth onto her back. From there she scooted up and settled down, the exhausted, albeit victorious blonde framing her adversary's smudged, reddened face between her thighs. Shoulders heaving as she fought to bring her own respiration under control, Macy made a few adjustments to her briefs, then smoothed back her hair and put both hands on her hips as she locked eyes with Elizabeth. “Say--”
“Never.” Cromwell tried to bridge, Macy quashed it by driving her butt into the Briton's chest.
“You bullied me in the penthouse, Lizzie. Made me--”
“Made you cry!” she sneered. “Like a little bitch, in front of the whole world! And I'll do it again, Renquist. So help me, I'll AAAAGGGPPPHHHH!”
Macy grabbed a clump of sand, smashed it into Lizzie's mug and ground it in like she was testing out some heavy duty exfoliation techniques! That glob gave way soon enough, but damned if Renquist didn't have countless more close at hand so she grabbed a second and then a third and a fourth. She'd just secured her first double handful when Elizabeth sobbed, “I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT DAMN YOU, JUST STOP!”
Macy let the sand fall free, then brushed her hands off on her buns before she set them on her knees. “Who's the queen of this beach?”
“You are.”
“Who?” A hand plunged into Lizzie's hair and pulled her head up at a rough angle. The implication was clear. Say it or smother.
Cromwell's pretty face screwed up like she was enduring a draught of the foulest liquid imaginable. “Macy Renquist.... is queen of the beach.” she added that second part following a grudging pause.
Macy finally broke into a smile as she felt the weight of her penthouse shaming fall away. “You wanna wrestle me on the beach again, Lizzie?”
“I'd sooner battle you on the floor of Hell than visit this disgusting sand trap ever again.”
“That sounds like a no, but if you ever change your mind...” The Slappin' Sensation tapped the tip of Lizzie's nose with her index finger, “I'm not hard to find.” Cromwell bared her teeth but said nothing, so Macy turned her attention to the FAWNatics and saluted them with a burly little double bicep flex she was still holding when the feed cut back to Joanna and Gordy at the desk.
Those assembled for Red, White & Bruised did just that and where this request had last showed them one of the Madhouse's many luxuriously appointed battlegrounds, tonight it cut to a gorgeous stretch of beach. This particular stretch of sand went unidentified by the commentary team, though savvy FAWN viewers spotted the outline of a house some distance away that bore all the gaudy flourishes one might expect from Edward Wayne Thomas, which meant this was almost assuredly somewhere on Lido Key. Those more interested in obvious details were drawn to the semi-circle of bleachers, the dozens of fans crowded into them and the pair of over-sized tents placed at opposite ends of the frame. In the center of it all stood referee Craig Long, looking quite pleased to be sporting simple black board shorts along with his usual striped shirt.
A quick gesture from the zebra prompted the Announcer to resume his duties. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest will be settled under Beach Wrestling rules, meaning it can only be won by submission or knock-out. Introducing first, hailing from Liverpool, England, she stands at five feet five inches all and weighs in at fifty-four and a half kilos, she is the Boarding School Princess, ELIZABETH CROMWELL!”
ELIZABETH CROMWELL:
Drawn by the vitriol that always followed her name, Elizabeth strolled from the far tent and made her way down the sand. For this decisive battle with her lamentably inferior rival, the ivory complected Young Lioness chose a simple black bikini that protected and accentuated her figure while also offering an impressive view to the boorish louts that dared do anything less than throw themselves at her feet. Dark eyes shaded by an equally dark pair of shades, the former Lightweight Champion strolled up to Craig and offered her wrists for inspection without comment. Pleased to avoid such hassle this early on, the ref hunkered down to check her knees only to scramble back when the brunette drew back that leg like she meant to kick sand in his face!
“Oh please, since when do I bother with such low hanging fruit?” Cromwell scoffed as she completed the inspection without violence. “Not that such a reaction is anything new in your world, isn't that right Mr. Long?”
Craig sighed, extended a hand and accepted Lizzie's shades before stepping back so she could direct her ire at its true target.
Cromwell was already staring daggers through the other tent when the Announcer spoke up again. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Blue Bay, Florida, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and seventeen pounds. She is the Slappin' Sensation, MACY RENQUIST!”
MACY RENQUIST:
The beach-side FAWNatics welcomed the blonde with every bit of adoration they'd withheld from her rival, the mostly local crowd springing to their feet to cheer the Beach Blaster who'd made her name in places much like this one. Blowing out of her tent like a cool breeze on this blistering late July evening, Macy raised an acknowledging hand to her supporters though she didn't let her eyes leave the Boarding School Princess for more than a heartbeat or two. Lizzie didn't rush her, though Long thought he heard the brunette's teeth grind when Renquist stepped into view. It could've been his imagination of course, hearing such a small sound amidst the surf and cheers seemed unlikely, yet the animosity between them was impossible to ignore, as was the fact that Macy's chosen fightin' attire was, save for a small white belt and white trim around the leg-holes, identical to that of her nemesis.
If her sartorial decision was meant as a weapon, Macy gave no sign, she merely strode up to Craig and went through the final inspection without taking her eyes off Elizabeth. “Any questions, ladies?” Long asked once the last of the formalities were out of the way.
“Just one.” Cromwell's lips curled in a cruel smirk. “What's the fine for littering on the beach? Actually, never mind. I'll pay it with a smile.”
“You'll pay all right, bitch.” Macy murmured. “But you won't be smiling.”
“Enough.” Craig interrupted when he saw them each take a half step forward. “Back off until I call for the bell. Then you can settle this however you please.”
The FAWNatics gathered for this outdoor finale cheered quite loudly at the sound of the bell, yet the rush of the wind and the roar of the waves combined in a way that made it seem like they were hundreds of yards away. Of course it could also be that Macy was simply tuning them out. Her eyes had locked on Elizabeth's the instant she stepped onto the sand, so to call her focused was nothing short of a colossal understatement. Not that Cromwell was any less intense, she'd matched Renquist's gaze with one of her own and refused to break it even when Craig was trying to deliver his instructions.
Now that there was nothing between them save oxygen and inclination, the Young Lioness dug her toes into the sand and allowed herself the smallest of smiles. “I knew humiliating you in the penthouse wouldn't be enough!” she called over the surf-side susurrus. “I knew pride wouldn't let you walk away with a tie, not even after I made it clear to the whole world that the two of us have never been equals.”
Macy growled low in the back of her throat and took a threatening step forward. “What's your point, brat?” she asked.
“I'm glad you picked the venue.” Lizzie answered without hesitation. “I've already demonstrated my abilities in the wrestling ring and the penthouse, this evening I storm your last bastion, tacky though it may be, and tear it down bit by bit by bit. You will have nowhere left to hide from the undeniable truth of my superiority, Macy Renquist. There is in fact only one question that remains, sweet girl. Will you acknowledge me as your better with at least a shred of dignity? Or will you be forced into the admission like a sniveling little crybab--”
The Slappin' Sensation bounded at her adversary so abruptly that Cromwell raised her hands and took an instinctive step back without even considering trying to dodge out of the way. The Collar & Elbow looked quite likely so the Brit was even more surprised when Macy dipped down and slammed her right shoulder into Lizzie's tummy! Bracing her hands against the brunette's thighs as she felt Cromwell fold around the intruding joint, Renquist set her feet, then let out a Valkyrie shriek as she straightened up and pushed off as hard as she could! The result didn't have the usual height of a Back Body Drop but the result was virtually identical, with Cromwell flipping up & over to come down on her right shoulder and hip with an audible THWHUMP!
Lizzie landed hard but scrambled to her feet within heartbe--“AAAARRHHH! CHEAP SKAG!” Cromwell seized hold of the blonde's wrists even as Macy plunged her hands into the brunette's hair and began to yank her around in an awkward circle! “LET GO OF MY BLOODY HAIR!”
“Only when it's not attached to your head, bitch!” Renquist yanked her foe's noggin from side to side while continuing to spin in place. “C'mon Lizzie, aren't you going to kick my ass? Don't tell me you need a down comforter and chilled champagne to win a NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Relinquishing her grip in hopes of doing some actual damage to the trashy idiot, Cromwell curled her hands into fists and pounded several awkward punches into Renquist's flanks and upper thighs before treating those same areas to a quick, painful scoring! “Let go of my hair, trollop.” Elizabeth threatened as she continued to gnash and rend. “Before I tear you into tiny, bleeding pieces and scatter them to the gullsSSEERRRH!”
Macy put a stop to that sass with a single Kneelift to the crown of the Englishwoman's skull. This loosened but didn't dislodge the hooks in her sides, so Macy hopped into the air and dropped to her knees to drive Cromwell's forehead into the damp grit of the beach! Elizabeth grunted, tried to roll onto her back and was categorically denied when Macy tightened down on her hair-holds and treated her nemesis to several rounds of rough scraping that was painful, disorienting and embarrassing in equal measure. A thrashing Cromwell grabbed onto Renquist's wrists and squeezed for all she was worth even as she fought to regain her knees. She'd just about made it when the Beach Blaster yanked even harder and slammed the other wrestler's noggin down hard enough to leave a deep divot.
Even that didn't stop Cromwell's thrashing but it did slow her enough for Macy to swing around and climb aboard the brunette's lower back. Stretched out flat so Lizzie was thoroughly pinned down, Renquist indulged in a little more head bouncing before she relinquished the hair-hold in favor of Full Nelson. The result was mostly the same, Cromwell's protesting features were still pressed snug against the sand, but now the blonde could exert more pressure.
“Tear me up, Lizzie.” Renquist was smiling, though her eyes were utterly without humor. “C'mon, do it like you said. Rip me up, make me bleed, do your fucking worst!” she reefed back on the Full Nelson to put strain on Cromwell's neck while also showing her off for audience near and far.
“Kill you.” Elizabeth hissed once she'd spat the worst of the grit from her mouth. “You better pray that Long is on the top of his game tonight you vile slattern because if he's not I swear I'll MMMRRRPPPPGGHHH!”
Macy halved the Nelson and reached down to collect a scoopful of sand which she then mostly stuffed into the incredulous battler's mouth! The reaction was immediate and violent, Cromwell coughing and spitting even after the blonde caught her cheeks between thumb and forefinger and smooshed them into a humiliating fish-face! “You made me cry in front of the whole world, Lizzie.” she murmured to the wriggling, protesting Briton. “Continued to embarrass me long after the bell sounded. “Now it's your turn to be embarrassed. Now it's your turn to cryYOOOWWW!”
Macy's mount made simply escaping the blonde's grip nigh impossible, so Elizabeth wrapped a few lengths of that long, hateful ponytail around one fist and wrenched Renquist's head to one side at an ugly angle. “Get off me, this fucking instant.” the Boarding School Princess demanded as she put more and more torque on Macy's neck. “I mean it, Renquist. Test my resolve a moment longer and I'll HRRPPH! HHRRPPPHH! MMMRRRGGHHH!”
Macy doubled down on the Nelson again and shoved Cromwell's face into the sand as hard as she could! Hardly content with simple impact, she began swiping the former Lightweight Champion's face back and forth in a display of aggressive abrasion meant to draw blood, sweat and tears in no particular order. The awful keening sounds coming from Lizzie told Craig he should check for a submission, but he didn't even get a chance to hunker down beside the action before Cromwell grabbed her own handful of sand and flung it in the general direction of Macy's mug!
The Slappin' Sensation's burly Full Nelson meant Cromwell's accuracy and distance were only a fraction of her usual efforts, yet sheer proximity ensured most of the cloud enveloped Renquist's head regardless! Coughing and cursing as her vision went sandy, the blonde released her grip, reared back in the mount and raised both hands overhead just to CRAAACK them down between Lizzie's shoulders! Then she was up and away, Macy staggering toward the water while she swiped the grit from her eyes.
As for Cromwell, she scrambled to all fours and spat out what felt like several mouthfuls of sand. What she did not do was try to create any separation, in fact the penitent brunette looked around, then did a quick about-face when she realized Renquist was no longer in sight. Eyes narrowing to furious slots as she spotted the retreating Floridian, Cromwell clambered to verticality and took off in a dead sprint! Macy heard the sound of feet pounding after her and turned to find the source, alas she only made it about halfway when the Young Lioness lowered a shoulder and THWHUMPED it into her ribs!
The Spear couldn't really fold Renquist in half but it sure as hell knocked her to the ground in a single stroke! Bellowing like a madwoman as she shoveled Renquist onto her back to settle in for a more comfortable mount, Lizzie gouged her knees into the blonde's flanks, then cupped her head in both hands and proceeded to thum-thum-thum-THUMP the back of her skull against the beach no less than half a dozen times! From there she helped herself to Macy's wrists and pinned them together high overhead so she could control them with one hand.
“You poor, misbegotten trollop.” Cromwell's usually elegant voice was little more than a breathy rasp as she dug a furrow in the sand with her free hand. “Did you really think that simply lowering the class of the venue would grant you some sort of advantage? I once deigned to throw that glandular freak Starfire into a dumpster, compared to that, fighting here is, well, a day at the beach.”
“Nuuhhh... not for long.” Macy planted her heels and tried to bridge, but the pressure of Lizzie's knees and bum kept her planted in the sand. “You're a whimpery little priss, Lizzie. I realized it the moment we locked up the first time. You love the IDEA of winning a fight, but you loathe the thought of actually EARNING that winGGUUURRRGGHHHKK!”
Cromwell smashed that handful of dirt into the Beach Blaster's face, then pressed the heel of her palm to Macy's lips and worked it back and forth like she'd either polish her rival's teeth or smash them to bits. “Bring your worst, you trashy slut.” Elizabeth snipped as she tried to entice Macy with the benefits of an all sand diet. “I'll meet every volley you can muster, return it with superior force and slowly but surely strip away every bit of that disgustingly unearned confidence. By the time I'm finished you'll be begging and pleading to curl up under the bleachers with the rest of the garbage, but I won't allow it, not until I've dog-walked you in front of this crowd of nattering DAMMIT!”
The force of Macy's squirming finally overwhelmed Cromwell's one-handed control and she wrenched loose of Englishwoman's grasp in a thrashing tangle of movement! Lizzie snatched onto the blonde's wrists as quickly as she could, but the real threat came from elsewhere, as she discovered when Renquist kicked her legs up and threaded them beneath the brunette's arms. A thrust of her hips put Macy on her butt and Lizzie on her back in a Sunset Flip that would've meant a whole lot more if pins counted for anything on this particular stretch of beach. That explained why Cromwell showed no particular hurry to escape the predicament, instead choosing to thread her calves around the Floridian's neck so she could squeeeeeeeeeeeeze her with an impromptu Headscissor.
“Idiot.” she sneered to the sand-blasted, red-faced blonde. “Have you forgotten where you are? You can't pin me here! I can however, crush your puny little head like a graAAARRRRHHHHHH!”
Renquist twisted her right hand free, snatched up a whole lotta loose sand and threw it directly into Cromwell's eyes! Lizzie shrieked and tried to twist away from the meaningless Sunset, but Macy kept the brunette's arms pinned beneath her stems. More disconcerting, the Slappin' Sensation wriggled loose of the Headscissors, then braced her hands against Cromwell's calves and pushed forward until her toes were slightly north of her ears. This new arrangement put strain on Elizabeth's diaphragm and lower back while also offering a rather impressive view of her squirming rump, yet one had to question the strategic value when she couldn't tell Craig to count--CRACK! CRACK! CRAAACK! Macy abruptly shifted position so she could keep the Young Lioness' legs pinned beneath her right forearm. With her left hand unencumbered, she flattened it into a paddle, raised it high overhead, then brought it whistling down on those upturned buns for three blistering blows!
Baring her teeth in a hard smile as Cromwell squirmed beneath her touch, Macy leaned down and planted a teasing little kiss on one palm-warm cheek before tacking on a condescending little pat. “Don't worry baby, I'm not pinning you today. I'm just gonna paddle. This. Ass. Until you can't take anymore!”
“Good fucking luck.” Elizabeth clawed and scraped at Renquist's shins while simultaneously fighting to prize her legs free of the blonde's gasp. “I've taken the best your soft little hands can produce and I still made you NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Macy delivered a dozen more slaps, the former Lightweight Champion deftly alternating between cheeks to ensure each was properly warmed. After that she shifted from paddle to spade to drag her nails down Cromwell's curves, then from spade to claw to clamp down on a big ol' handful of hapless British butt. “Did I hear you right earlier, Lizzie?” Macy huffed. “Did you really threaten to dog walk me in front of all these people?”
“Hardly, such behavior is beneath me.” Elizabeth's answer was honeyed strychnine. “I PROMISE to dog walk you in front of all of these OOOOOOWWWWWW YOU TAWDRY WHORE!”
Renquist leaned down and went full Adelaide Brewster on the Boarding School Princess' pert behind for five agonizing seconds! Quickly doubling down on her calf suppression when Cromwell bucked harder than ever, Macy looked around, spotted Craig Long and barked, “Ask her!”
“DON'T YOU DARE!”Cromwell bellowed at once. “DON'T WASTE MY TIME, LONG! YOU KNOW BLOODY GODDAMNED WELL THAT I DO NOT SUB—OOOOOHHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHK!” Satisfied she'd regained dominion over the brunette's legs, Macy put her left hand back to work, but rather than slapping she affixed it to the center of Elizabeth's black briefs!
Now, Craig Long didn't much care to agree with Elizabeth Cromwell on any subject, but he was willing to concede that she wouldn't surrender to some tush nibbling. A Crotch Claw though? He dropped to one knee beside the action. “What do you say, Elizabeth? Need me to--”
“NEVER!” Lizzie shrieked loud enough to raise a 'TAP!' chant from the FAWNatics in the bleachers. “SHE'S THE QUITTER! SHE'LL NEVER MAKE ME GAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”
Macy squeezed a little harder, the usually clinical battler focusing on her middle and ring fingers to show Cromwell she was in for one helluva catfight. “I'll see that dog walk and raise you a spanking.” she growled to the wailing brunette. “Over my knee, right up next to the bleachers. Whether your bottoms are down around your ankles or drifting out to sea, I haven't decided yeWHOOOAAAH!”
Cromwell somersaulted out of the trap, landed on all fours and immediately threw herself at Renquist with a beach-skimming Spear that knocked the startled blonde flat! Too furious to do more than snarl at the moment, Cromwell spread out in a writhing full body press that soon refined itself into a Double-Leg Grapevine. Clamped onto the blonde's wrists with white-knuckle intensity, Lizzie bashed her opponent's hands into the sand while streeeeeeeeeeeeeetching the Beach Blaster's stems at an increasingly wide angle. Tummy to tummy with her arch-rival, Elizabeth took a ragged breath and flipped hair out of her face before training her eyes on Macy.
“Say it.” she raised her hips and brought them smashing down on Renquist's midriff with an echoing SMECK! “Say it right now, you disgusting harlot and I'll let you crawl out of sight once and for all. Refuse and I swear on my honor you will bleed into the sand before--”
“Go ahead.” Macy interrupted. “In fact, I'd love to see you try. You got a good threat game, Lizzy. But we both know you don't have the stomach or the will to carry out on OOOOOHHHH SHHHIIIITTTT BITTTTTTTCCCCH!”
Cromwell yanked one of Macy's hands from the sand, brought it to her mouth and sank her teeth into that wrist! She nommed and gnawed for several seconds, then pulled away and gave the little red crescent a delicate kiss. “I haven't eaten all day, luv.” she said softly. “I've got more than enough appetite to devour the likes of you. Submit.”
“Eat shitTGAAAAAAAAHHHHHDD!”
Elizabeth bit her again, the base of the thumb this time. “Soft!” the Young Lioness actually giggled after she'd slammed Macy's hand back to the beach where she'd found it. “Thought it would've been stringy, but I guess tender makes sense considering that you slap like a teething toddler.”
“Oh, you've been knocked out by a lot of toddlers, have--”
The sound of waves crashing couldn't overcome the started gasp from those in attendance when Cromwell pursed her lips and very casually spat in Renquist's face! “You've needed that for a LONG time, beach trash.” Lizzie smirked, the brunette clearly savoring the incredulous jolt of Macy's shock. “And just so you know...” she slammed Renquist's belly with her hips two more times, then hunkered down and pressed her lips to the blonde's left ear. “Your hand's not the only thing I intend to bite.”
“Don't even think about it you disgusting HRRGGHrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
The Boarding School Princess did more than think, she snuggled in and chomped down on the soft flesh just below Macy's ear! Nearly paralyzed by the strain of the Grapevine and the pain blossoming from the left side of her neck, Renquist found the resolve to twitch her head 'no' when Craig hurried over with an obvious question on his mind. Elizabeth never noted this exchange, her attention remained exclusively on Macy even after she drew away from the latest 'taste'. “I can bite 'til you submit.” she murmured to the Slappin' Sensation. “I hadn't even considered the prospect before you invited it with your rat-like nibbling, but I'm certain I can. Is that how I should finish you, Renquist? Biting and nipping until you're weeping for the reprieve of a humiliating crawl along the--”
“I thought you were going to bleed me, princess?” Macy's interruption carried far more attitude than Cromwell cared to hear from a woman in her position. “Having trouble making up your mind? Or are you hoping to psyche me out because you know the only way you can beat me is if I beat myseFRRRRGGHHHH!”
Macy must've struck a nerve because Lizzie relinquished one half of the Grapevine and THWHUMPED that knee between the blonde's thighs! “Congratulations, you've just uttered your last coherent thought, you insignificant bit of filth.” Elizabeth was all prim and proper as she got to her feet, brushed some sand off her tummy and very deliberately STAMPED her heel into the Floridian's navel. “Everything from here on out will be nothing but mindless yowls of anguish that our dear official will have to eventually interpret as your submission.”
That sounded like quite a daunting task to Craig, whose mood only grew more grim when Cromwell helped herself to a handful of Macy's ponytail and hauled her upright. Collecting the blonde's noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock without giving up her grip on the ponytail, Lizzie ordered, “March, bitch.” and tromped much closer to the semi-circle of bleachers that housed the field tripping FAWNatics.
It was far too vertical to qualify as the threatened dog walk, but Macy's fans still jeered at their heroine's shabby treatment. This irritation grew all the louder when Cromwell set a heel against Renquist's ankle and swept her legs out from underneath to send her crashing to the sand flat on her face. “So this is what you cheer for, is it?” Lizzie turned her attention to the throng as she planted a foot on either side of Macy's hips. “This detestable parody of femininity has fooled you all into accepting her ridiculously low standards and I for one refuse to accept it for a moment longer.” With that she crouched down, grabbed hold of Renquist's biceps and pulled her upper body off the ground at an awkward angle. Everyone, Macy included, knew what came next. Even when Elizabeth went to work tugging and tearing at the little band holding the blonde's ponytail together, they knew it was just prologue for the real torture.
“Face or tits?” Cromwell asked Renquist after she'd spent several seconds mussing Macy's now loose hair. The Beach Blaster grit her teeth, tried to squirm out from under the brunette and got a Butt Bomb smashed into the small of her back for the trouble.
“Duuhhh... don't bother giving me a choice, Lizzie.” she growled. “You know I'm going to destroy bothHRGGH!”
Elizabeth grabbed Renquist's breasts with both hands, but only gave them a single possessive squeeze before she relinquished her-- “There, THAT'S better!” Cromwell sniped as she hooked her fingers beneath the cups of Macy's black top and pulled it up, spilling the former Lightweight Champion's bounty for all to see.
“Oh, you bitch.” Renquist wasn't wasting unnecessary energy trying to break the Clutch at the moment, instead she crooked her fingers into claws and gouged them into the outside of the Englishwoman's thighs. “They're gonna wire your jaw shut when this match is ov—NNNNGHHH AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”
Cromwell went back to her previous tactic, only now she raked instead of grabbed, the cruel-eyed lovely adopting a chest-centric variation on the classic AHW 'Tiger Claw'. “Ask her!” Lizzie helped herself to greedy handfuls of defenseless blonde juggs and began to knead as she turned her attention to the fans seated in the bleachers. “Come on, you leering degenerates! Your beloved beach tramp is clearly suffering, if you really care for her, you'll convince her to surrender!” She'd hoped to raise a spirit-breaking 'TAP!' chant, so of course the idiots responded with mindless jeers that swiftly resolved into a 'MAY-CEE!' chant. Rolling her eyes in disgust, Cromwell mouthed, 'this is all your fault', then narrowed her focus from claw to pincer, the Young Lioness tweaking and twisting her nemesis' nipples with hateful abandon!
Macy gasped in anguish but was otherwise silent, the blonde choosing to shake her head 'no' when Craig asked if she wanted to throw in the towel. This silence only served to infuriate Elizabeth and she added a pitiless pulling to her already vicious tactics. “Oh, do you think you can hold out on me?” she hissed down into the Floridian's pain-wracked face. “Just maintain this tuff girl silence until you pass out? Don't fool yourself, Renquist. Tears and screams are what I want and I mean to have--”
“You'll cry first.” Macy hissed. “You'll cry harder and you'll scream louder, Elizabeth. Swear to god you HHHRRRHH!”
Lizzie let go, grabbed hold of Renquist's loose top in both hands and pulled it tight against Renquist's throat like a lycra garrote! Wrists crossed behind the blonde's neck, Cromwell bounced in her seat and leaned back as far as gravity and her weapon would allow. “SUBMIT!” The Boarding School Princess ordered after several long seconds of heartless throttling. “SUBMIT OR I'LL BREAK YOUR BACKOOWW!”
Macy had never stopped clawing, but now she slipped a few fingers into the pits of the brunette's knees and dug in as hard as she could! Infuriated by the resistance, Elizabeth loosened the loop and pulled it up high enough to draw across the other wrestler's lips. Just like that it went from garrote to bridle, Renquist yanking the distended lycra into her rival's mouth!
“What do you say, Macy?” Craig was on one knee beside his charges, the ref clearly concerned by this escalating cycle of punishment. “If you need me to call it, just give me a sign and--”
“She's not screaming yet.” Elizabeth interrupted, her voice a brittle shard of December here in high summer. “That means this fight is far from ovNO!” Renquist slipped her arms loose of Lizzie's thighs and promptly grabbed hold of the other wrestler's wrists. “Naughty pony, trying to slip your reins.” Cromwell murmured as she fought to steady the Beach Blaster's squirming. “I'd thought the bridle enough, perhaps I need to get the crop as AAARRRHHHH BITCH!”
Macy couldn't free herself from the brunette's grasp but she could shift Lizzie's hands enough to take a big bite out of her left wrist! The Young Lioness smacked a few open palmed slaps against the side of Renquist's head with her right hand but the blonde refused to stop chewing so she scrambled out of the mount and stomped away with her left hand held tight against her belly. Renquist didn't recover nearly so fast, in fact it took her almost ten seconds just to reach up and pull her own traitorous top away from her mouth. Breath coming in ugly rasps that she didn't much like, Macy clambered to all fours, then to one knee and from there to full verticality, albeit a tottering cautious version thereof. She'd just raised a hand to wipe some sand off her face when a cry from the crowd – Renquist spun around on the spot, her right arm lashing out with viper speed not for one of her signature slaps but a whip-crack Uraken, the blonde's fist THWHACKING off the cheek of a hard charging Elizabeth Cromwell!
Lizzie's head snapped back on impact, her expression shifting from murderous to stunned as the powerful blow knocked her back on her heels. Still reeling from the unexpected blow, Cromwell turned from the Beach Blaster and stumbled away, or at least tried to. She'd hadn't made it three steps when Renquist stomped up behind her and trapped the Briton's right arm in a Half Nelson. CRACK-CRACK-CRAAACK! Macy delivered a trio of overhand slaps to the nape of her opponent's neck! Elizabeth cried out, reached for Renquist's hair with her free hand and managed to snag on for a few solid tugs before Macy pivoted slightly and drove her right knee into the brunette's midsection as hard as she could.
“Where do you think you're going?” Macy hissed when Cromwell 'ooooffffffhed' and tried to lurch free of her grasp. “You think I'm gonna let you walk away from the crowd after what you just did? Fuck that Lizzie, turn around! TURN AROUND!”
The Boarding School Princess was loathe to comply with any order from her nemesis, alas, she was too woozy and short of breath to stop Renquist from swinging them around to face the beach-side FAWNatics. “There, that's a lot better. Just need to get that hair out of your face.” Macy still had the Half Nelson in place but now she let loose of Cromwell's hair so she could swipe some lank locks off the brunette's pale forehead. “Yeah, that's nice. Don't you look pretty, Lizzie? Smile for the fans, won't--”
“Fuck you!” Elizabeth had caught hold of Macy's hair again, pulling it hard enough to wrench her head to the side at a painful angle. “Try to display me again and I'll rip you to pieces. Understand, beach trasHHRRRGHH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Macy curled her left hand into a fist and proceeded to slam it into Lizzie's left flank (just above her hip) over and over again, the determined blonde not letting up until Cromwell's knees were loose and the claw had fallen from her hair. Finally breaking into a smile once the Young Lioness was at least temporarily subdued, Macy pivoted to get 'em lined up with the crowd again, then leaned in to murmur in Lizzie's right ear. “Guess you'll have to rip me to pieces then, baby. But you'll have to do it with one hand unless you get right with showing off the goods.”
“Nuuuuhhhh....no.” Cromwell tensed and tried to pull away even as Renquist went to work undoing the knot of her top. “I swear Macy, if you NO!”
Macy did, the Slappin' Sensation grabbing onto the now unsecured bikini top and pulling it away with all the flourish of a Vegas stage magician! An incensed Elizabeth covered up with her free hand and the blonde made no effort to stop her, instead she grabbed a handful of Brit belly, Renquist making a point to jab the tip of her index finger into the other wrestler's navel. “Digging the quit out of you, Lizzie.” Macy giggled as she continued to gouge and knead. “Digging it right out of this soft little belly!”
“Did I say you were going to bleed on the sand?” Cromwell fought harder than ever, though she still refused to pull her left hand away from her chest. “I meant you were going to bleed OUT on the sand. No coming back from this, Renquist. You may survive the hospital stay, but your career will be dead long before they load you into the ambulOOOOOOWWWWWWWW YOU EVIL SLAG!”
Renquist loosened her claw enough to slide it south to the center of Elizabeth's briefs where she clamped down twice as hard! Modesty forgotten in the face of eye-watering anguish, Cromwell snatched hold of Macy's clawin' wrist and put everything she had into prizing the grip from her undercarriage. It took longer than she would've liked, but the effort was ultimately successful and she let out a triumphant little cry when she-- “NO GODDAMN YOU!”
Renquist twisted her hand loose of the Englishwoman's control, slipped it beneath her arm and finally converted the Half Nelson to a Full Nelson, a change that put increased strain on Lizzie's neck and her bare chest on prominent display. “Welcome to topless beach wrestling, babe.” Macy chirped in her foe's ear. “Don't worry about showing off the girls, they'll be covered in sand and scratches soon enou--”
“End you.” Elizabeth seethed. “I hope you accomplished everything you wanted in a professional wrestling career, because it ends today. You're going to fade away into the background of video packages, mostly the ones highlighting my domination of the lightweight raHHHHRRRRGGHHHHH!”
The Beach Blaster hopped up, snaked her legs around the brunette's waist and dropped to the sand to drag Lizzie along for the ride. Now a Bodyscissors & Full Nelson combination was no joke, as evidenced by the breathless wheeze-groan that issued from Cromwell's lips in conjunction with Renquist's first prolonged squeeeeeeeeze. Yet there was always a way for things to get worse and considering that oceans of bad blood between these two lightweight pillars, no one was particularly surprised when Macy bundled the Briton's biceps together so she could control them with one wrapped arm--
“DON'T YOU DARE!” Lizzie struggled with all her might, both hands flailing in an energetic, albeit ultimately hopeless effort to catch onto the blonde's long hair. “ONLY ONE WARNING, RENQUIST! KEEP YOUR DIRTY FINGERS AWAY OR I'LL OOOOOWWWWWWW!”
Macy pressed her fingertips to Cromwell's tummy in a wide fan-like spread and dragged them all the way up to the brunette's sternum. “You really need to stop threatening me, Liz.” Renquist finally broke into a smile as she reset her hand and scored the Boarding School Princess' tummy a second time. “I mean, you're certainly intimidating enough. Anything delivered with a British accent immediately carries more weight as far as I'm concerned, but really they just pique my curiosity. Which means I've gotta know....” Renquist pressed down and began to drag her fingers up even slower than before. “...just WHAT are you gonna do to me, cutie?”
Elizabeth growled, smacked a heel into the sand and wriggled from side to side without doing much to change her predicament, let alone ease it. “You'll find out soon enough.” she answered through clenched teeth. “The instant I escape this greasy rat trap you call a hold I'll make youhhhhrrrrhhhhhhh.... you vicious twat.”
Macy had traded in her claw for a pincer, one she attached to the other wrestler's left nipple. “You started this.” Renquist murmured in Cromwell's ear before switching her terrible tweaking to the opposite side. “You never wanted to just wrestle, you had to prove you were the baddest bitch, isn't that right? Why JUST win when you can humiliate and injure to—not now, Craig. We're having a private conversation.”
The referee, who'd stepped in to check on his charges, raised both hands to shoulder level and stepped back to give them room.
“I started NOTHING.” Elizabeth growled. “I was simply lamenting the dearth of legitimate challenges within the Lightweight Division and you took it upon yourself to--”
“Answer an open challenge?” Macy stopped twisting long enough to deliver two quick slaps to the brunette's breasts. Then it was back to the painful pinching, much to Cromwell's disgust. “You were the one that wanted a challenge, Lizzie. You should've specified if you wanted to play on Easy Mo--”
“You ARE Easy Mode, luv.” Cromwell sat up as best she could before tossing herself backward, a tactic that made Renquist grunt before she punished the Young Lioness with the longest twisssssssssssssst yet. “Yuuuhhhhh... you're no match for me.” Sweat beaded on Elizabeth's pale forehead, the heat was certainly a contributing factor, though the strain of keeping her voice level in the face of ongoing torture played an even larger role. “You've managed two fluke pins thanks to that ridiculous Piledriver, but when I beat you? You were bawling like a toddler before I finished you off with the Expulsion and you screamed even louder when you SUBMITTED to me in the Penthouse. You're an impostor, Macy Renquist. And no amount of your tepid, sophomoric fumbling will convince me otherwAAARRRHHH FAAAAAAAAAAAAHHK!”
Macy stopped pinching and started pulling, the Slappin' Sensation's ire focused on her nemesis' left nipple. “ASK HER!” Renquist barked to Craig Long. “See if she's ready to tap out to this impostor!”
“NOOOOOOOO!” Elizabeth shook her head, frantically denying the blonde's demand. “NO I DOOOOOOOOHHHH SHHHHIIIIIIIT!”
Macy abruptly abandoned her control of the Briton's arms so she could double down on the pernicious pulling that had tears forming in the corners of Cromwell's eyes. Elizabeth clamped onto her tormentor's wrists at once, then seemed to realize there was a better way and buried those hooked talons in the Beach Blaster's long locks! “LET GO!” the Young Lioness shrieked at the top of her lungs even as she tried to denude great patches of Macy's scalp!
“Not 'til you cry.” Renquist hissed. “Cry for me, Lizzie! Cry for all these nice peop--”
“NEVER!” Elizabeth rolled onto her stomach and jammed one knee into the sand even as she halved the hair-hold to get another brace on the beach. Groaning with exertion, the former Lightweight Champion rose to verticality in slow motion only to feel her knees almost buckle when Macy sent another gut-churning constriction through the Bodyscissors. “Stuuuuuuhhhh...stop wasting your energy.” Cromwell huffed as she took a few lurching steps in the direction of the water. “I'll walk into the ocean before I submit to trash like--”
Macy dropped the Scissors and traded her pincers in for a Waistlock the instant her feet touched the sand. Just like that she dipped her knees and popped her hips to take Lizzie up, over and course, down, the startled brunette THWHUMPING against the beach on the back of her head and shoulders. It was a gorgeous German Suplex, one that might've ended things then and there if pins counted for anything more than showing off. Alas they did not, so Renquist released her grip, scrambled upright and put one foot to the brunette's upturned bum just so she could shove Cromwell onto her side.
“SAY IT ONE MORE TIME, BITCH!” Macy shouted down at the smoldering brunette wreckage. “CALL ME TRASH ONE MORE TIME, SEE WHAT HAPPENS!”
Elizabeth said nothing. Though she'd never admit it, the last couple minutes had taxed her like few others during the course of her combative career and she was quite happy to lay on the sand marshaling her reserv--CRAAACK! Macy bent down and delivered a vicious overhand Bitch Slap to the Boarding School Princess' left hip! “Get up.”
Renquist said it in a tone that suggested there was no alternative. “Right now or I'll slap you out on the spot.” Something about the threat must've struck Cromwell as funny because she broke out in a chilly little giggle that soon grew into a full bore laugh! Frowning at the apparent disrespect, Macy delivered another whip-crack Bitch Slap and while Lizzie shuddered through the impact, she didn't stop laughing. Rolling onto her stomach in stages, the Young Lioness plunged her hands into the sand and slowly clambered to verticality.
“Whuh... what is that delightful nonsense you Americans like to throw out from time to time?” Lizzie asked as she swayed like a drunk in front of the Beach Blaster. “Aaaahhh yes, I remember now. I don't MAKE trash, I BURN--”
Macy reared back to spin Cromwell's head around with a ripcord-free Bitchmaker, but Lizzie proved the tiniest bit faster in unleashing the clod of sand she threw into the blonde's furious eyes! Blindness be damned, Renquist lashed out with a few slaps aimed at the spot Elizabeth had so recently occupied, yet the cagey brunette was safely elsewhere, well clear of those dangerous hands.
Careful to hold her tongue even though she wanted nothing more than to shriek at the flailing Floridian, Cromwell circled around behind Renquist only to snarl in disgust when the FAWNatics gave away her position with some ill-timed shouting. “Gutless bitch.” Renquist wasn't swinging anymore, she'd settled into a wary grappler's crouch that made a straight-ahead rush less than tempting. “Should've known you'd find a way to che--”
“Stuff it up your arse.” Lizzie sniped. “Throwing sand is one of the few, ahem, traditions, in this tawdry spectacle you call a specialty, it's not my fault I happen to be better at it than--”
Cromwell feigned a lunge to get the blonde's hands up and when Renquist took the bait she stepped forward and THWHUMPED a punt between the other wrestler's legs! Macy sobbed and slumped forward into a clench that Elizabeth accepted only so she could hunker down and wrap her arms around the blonde's upper thighs. Hands knotted beneath Renquist's stunned glutes, the Boarding School Princess rose onto tiptoe, then stomped forward and went down on one knee to compound Macy's anguish with an Inverted Atomic Drop!
“That's right, on your knees you worthless slag.” Cromwell cackled as the blonde crumpled to all fours. “Actually, I've got a much better idea!”
Plunging her hands into the blonde's hair, Lizzie yanked her head from side to side before stuffing it between her thighs in a Standing Headscissors. From there she hooked onto the blonde's bottoms with both hands and turned them in a half circle that ended with Renquist's tush pointed toward the fans. “Get out your Zippos and your matchbooks, you grubby little idiots!” she taunted the jeering throng. “It's time we had a bonfire!”
On that incendiary note, Cromwell yanked up on the captured lycra with enough venom to split the Beach Blaster's cheeks AND turn her ass over teakettle in a single stroke. Just like that, she dropped to a seat and SPIKED the crown of Renquist's noggin into the sand courtesy a massive Piledriver! Macy curled in on herself, then unspooled in a boneless sprawl that would've left her looking up at the late afternoon sky if Elizabeth Cromwell hadn't shoveled her onto her stomach with a rough shove. Making a point to SLAP her hands down on the blonde's butt and back respectively, the Young Lioness pushed herself upright and set one foot atop those defenseless glutes. “Count this trash out.”
Craig couldn't deny Renquist looked the perfect portrait of defeat (as evidenced when Cromwell ground her toes down on one cheek to no response whatsoever) so he cleared his throat and began to count. “ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE.... SIX... SEVEN...” Macy pushed up on her hands and slid / crawled her way out from beneath the Briton's foot, not that this dampened her enthusiasm in the slightest.
“She's still down, Long!” Lizzie barked to the official. “The miserable harpy can't even make it to her knees!”
Craig was aware, which was why he never stopped counting. “EIGHT... NINE..TE-NO!”
The cheer from the crowd collided with a seething wave of disgust from the Boarding School Princess when Macy planted her knees in the sand and bounced to wobbly verticality with half a heartbeat to sp--CRAAACK!
Elizabeth tromped over and clouted the blonde across the face with a Bitch Slap that echoed up and down that lonely stretch of beach! “HOW DO YOU LIKE IT?” Cromwell bellowed as Macy's head snapped back in a spray of sand and sweat. “WELL? WHERE'S YOUR SMART MOUTH NOW, RENQUIST?” Lizzie knocked her nemesis' noggin the other way with an equally massive backhand, then snatched a handful of flaxen locks and delivered three more to Macy's mug one right after the other.
CRA-CRA-CRAAACK!
Renquist's knees quavered with each impact, yet they never gave way entirely, a fact that caused the Young Lioness much disgust. “This is where you should have stayed.” she pulled the Beach Blaster in close to hiss in her face. “Out here with the other flotsam and jetsam, hustling drunken bimbos out of their beer money. You have no place in a wrestling ring. No place in a penthouse. And now your arrogance has cost you your place here among the rest of the trash.” Macy groaned something and tried to clinch, but Cromwell shrugged the effort off and helped herself to the other woman's right wrist. A smooth little twist 'n tug turned Renquist in a half circle that left her facing the audience with her own arm snugged across her throat.
“Oh, stop clutching your pearls!” Lizzie scoffed to the buzzing crowd. “You always knew it was going to end like this!” On that ominous note she put her free hand to the blonde's shoulder and pushed forward while simultaneously stepping back to pull the ripcord that spun Macy into a gold-plated Bitchmak--“RRRRGGGHHHHH!” Renquist sprang up and DROVE her left knee into the point of Elizabeth's chin with teeth-rattling force!
Credit the wherewithal of the former Lightweight Champion, she reeled on the spot but her legs held firm and she lurched into the blonde's personal space looking for the same clench Macy had so recently sought. Unlike her adversary, Macy didn't shy away from the lock-up, in fact she helped herself to Cromwell's dark locks in something that was halfway between a hair-pull and a Muy Thai clinch. Then she brought her knees into it, Renquist alternating left-right-left-right to gouge more and more air from her foe's tummy and flanks. Elizabeth groaned, dug her claws into Macy's shoulders and tried to draw her even closer, either to stifle those strikes or possibly sink her teeth into the Floridian's flesh once more. Whatever her intentions they came to naught as Renquist shifted just enough to THUMP a single Kneelift between the Englishwoman's thighs!
Now Lizzie's legs did give out and she would've crumpled to all fours if Macy hadn't slowed her descent to such a degree that she was able to stuff Cromwell's head between her thighs. Happily gouging her fingers into Brit buns as she hooked onto Lizzie's briefs, Renquist looked to the bleachers and asked, “Anyone interested in another look at my ridiculous Piledriver?” The answering cheer proved an overwhelming affirmative, yet Macy still hesitated long enough to bury Cromwell's bottoms between her cheeks via a seriously vindictive wedgie! Then she grabbed the Waistlock, dipped her knees and vaulted over the vulnerable Lioness to THWHUMP the crown of her skull into the sand!
CREATURE FROM THE BLUE LAGOON:
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Caught and dragged down to shadowy depths by the Creature From the Blue Lagoon, Elizabeth rolled through the landing and actually came up on her feet, but remained there for only a moment before timbering to the sand in a glassy-eyed starfish. Craig moved in quickly, the ref assuming that Renquist would want a count of her own. But Macy waved him off even as she struggled to her knees.
“She doesn't get to go out looking at the sky.” the blonde explained in the midst of turning the Boarding School Princess onto her stomach. “She's gonna submit with her mouth full of sand, that's a promise!”
Catching hold of Lizzie's left ankle in the next instant, Macy stood up while also lifting her rival's lower leg off the beach. Just like that she threaded her right leg around the exposed limb and dropped down into a heavy sprawl atop the brunette's back! The nasty torque on her knee made Cromwell squirm, but she didn't start to really protest until Renquist caught her left arm in a Half Nelson. Then she started to writhe like a downed power-line, Lizzie trying like hell to drag their combined weight toward the bleachers, not that they'd offer any reprie--“HHHHHRRRRRGGGHHH!”
The brunette's trapped snarl of pain was almost blotted out by the cheers of those assembled when the Slappin' Sensation snaked her right arm around Cromwell's exposed throat and clamped down with every ounce of strength still available.
Renquistition, Macy Renquist to Elizabeth Cromwell right there on the sun warmed sand.
“TAP!” Macy bellowed as she began to yank the choke-hold up and down, right and left, every which way but loose. “TAP OUT BABY OR I'LL NEVER LET YOU GO!”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Elizabeth scratched at Renquist's right forearm like a woman possessed, her frantic nails drawing ugly pink furrows on her tormentor's summer-tanned skin. But Macy was just as determined to keep her trap in place and she craaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the Katahajame to put even more torque on the Young Lioness' neck and spine.
“I mean it, Lizzie.” Renquist's voice was cold now, her mind running back to the agonies she's endured at the brunette's hands even as she smothered against her undercarriage. “Tap out right fucking now or I'll make you sorrier than you've ever--” Elizabeth SMACKED her free hand against the sand so hard Macy thought she'd given up, but rather than repeat the gesture to signal her surrender, she gouged out a big handful of beach and flung it in the general direction of her nemesis' facNOOOO!
Renquist sensed Cromwell's treachery and tucked in tight so that that curve of her forehead was pressed to the nape of Lizzie's neck. “LET GO OF ME!” Elizabeth shrieked in an utter fury when she realized her gritty gambit hadn't paid off. “YOU KNOW I WON'T SUBMIT SO JUST LET ME GOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW GAAAAAAWD STAAAAAAHHP!”
Still nuzzled in close, Macy twisted her head at an awkward angle so she could bite down on Lizzie's neck! The Boarding School Princess struggled harder still, yet the trio of torments held her fast. Her left leg was folded up and compressed by Macy's own Scissoring gams, her head and left arm were collared by the blonde's choke and now Renquist repaid earlier indignities by not nibbling, not gnawing, but actually biting the back of the brunette's neck with utter impunity.
“YIELD!” Cromwell abruptly yelped even as she continued to pull and tug at Macy's hair. “YIELD! I YIELD YOU TRASHY SLAG, LET ME GOOOOOOOOO!”
Lizzie let loose of her desperation grip and began swatting the sand in earnest this time. Craig saw it and called for the bell at once, yet Macy wouldn't relax the hold even after the Announcer's piped voice confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission... MACY RENQUIST!”
“Say it correctly.” Macy wasn't biting anymore, but she sure as hell hadn't let go yet. “You know what I want, Lizzie.”
Cromwell did, but she wasn't about to give the trollop such satisfaction, not even under these hellish circumstances. “Yuuuuhhh... you've claimed this desolate waste as your own, Renquist.” she rasped. “Take whatever joy from it you may because it's the only token you'll get from mEEERRRRRRRRPPPPPPHHHH!”
Macy released the Katahajame, buried both hands in Lizzie's hair and smooshed her face down into the sand for several seconds of smothering torture! This rough treatment brought Craig over quick, though he silenced his objections when Renquist let go so the brunette could fill her lungs with breathable air. Finally shaking off the last bit of the Renquistition, Macy clambered to her knees, then rose a little higher so she could turn Elizabeth onto her back. From there she scooted up and settled down, the exhausted, albeit victorious blonde framing her adversary's smudged, reddened face between her thighs. Shoulders heaving as she fought to bring her own respiration under control, Macy made a few adjustments to her briefs, then smoothed back her hair and put both hands on her hips as she locked eyes with Elizabeth. “Say--”
“Never.” Cromwell tried to bridge, Macy quashed it by driving her butt into the Briton's chest.
“You bullied me in the penthouse, Lizzie. Made me--”
“Made you cry!” she sneered. “Like a little bitch, in front of the whole world! And I'll do it again, Renquist. So help me, I'll AAAAGGGPPPHHHH!”
Macy grabbed a clump of sand, smashed it into Lizzie's mug and ground it in like she was testing out some heavy duty exfoliation techniques! That glob gave way soon enough, but damned if Renquist didn't have countless more close at hand so she grabbed a second and then a third and a fourth. She'd just secured her first double handful when Elizabeth sobbed, “I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT DAMN YOU, JUST STOP!”
Macy let the sand fall free, then brushed her hands off on her buns before she set them on her knees. “Who's the queen of this beach?”
“You are.”
“Who?” A hand plunged into Lizzie's hair and pulled her head up at a rough angle. The implication was clear. Say it or smother.
Cromwell's pretty face screwed up like she was enduring a draught of the foulest liquid imaginable. “Macy Renquist.... is queen of the beach.” she added that second part following a grudging pause.
Macy finally broke into a smile as she felt the weight of her penthouse shaming fall away. “You wanna wrestle me on the beach again, Lizzie?”
“I'd sooner battle you on the floor of Hell than visit this disgusting sand trap ever again.”
“That sounds like a no, but if you ever change your mind...” The Slappin' Sensation tapped the tip of Lizzie's nose with her index finger, “I'm not hard to find.” Cromwell bared her teeth but said nothing, so Macy turned her attention to the FAWNatics and saluted them with a burly little double bicep flex she was still holding when the feed cut back to Joanna and Gordy at the desk.