Post by SammieSinclair on Jan 4, 2015 13:15:47 GMT
The first day of the new year was drawing to a close alongside the first Jungle card, but whereas the former went with dimming skies and the threat of more snow for Bangor, the latter promised to go out with a bang far louder than any mere noisemaker. Standing at the center of the squared circle, the Announcer waited for the crowd to bring it down to a dull roar before he launched into the final set of introductions. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Tag Team match scheduled for one fall and it is our Main Event. Introducing first, weighing it at a combined total of one hundred and thirty-three and none of your futhermucking business pounds, please welcome PIPER SEXTON of Desert Divas and the Jungle’s own Miss Murder, ELISE WINTERREST!”
OUT OF THE BLACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=r_d_C5b-BD4
PIPER SEXTON
Elsie Winterrest
And welcome them they did, with a cannonade of boos and derision that seemed to shiver the wall of the Civic Center. Amidst all this hate came the pounding, staccato drumbeat of Royal Blood’s ‘Out of the Black’. Elise and Piper arrived in time with the drums, the northeast indy star and burgeoning New Mexico heel brushing theough the curtain like they couldn’t wait to lay eyes on humans foolish enough to boo them. Dark of eye, hair and humor and heart, Winterrest’s fair skin made an excellent contrast to her partner, who seemed to radiate sweltering desert heat even in the middle of a Maine winter. They’d yet to take a single step toward the ring when the house lights went down and the aisle lights blazed forth in an eerie, fiery red. Pleased by the fearsome vibe it added to her already haughty appearance, Sexton stormed toward the squared circle with Winterrest trailing several steps behind.
For her first match on the east coast, the Teen Tyrant wore a baby blue, belly-baring halter with matching bottoms underneath a decidedly immodest black skirt. White pads and boots--and her ubiquitous sneer--completed the ensemble. Elise on the other hand sported a short shift of black silk that shined like oil in the flickering red light. Everyone agreed dresses made terrible ring attire, but this one was accepted at least in the short term because you could see the small black pads at knee and elbow and the matching boots that stopped just shy of the knee. There was something written in red on her boots -- ‘REDRUM’.
Content to keep silent while Piper berated the Jungle dwellers on everything from appearance, to hygiene to choice in soft drinks (Moxie? Who the fahk drinks Moxie?) Elise shifted her attention to one of the aisle-side fans who’d proven bold enough to craft a sign that read:
MISS MURDER FEARS THE TIGRESS!
Seeing that he’d caught her attention, this peon attempted to communicate the contents of his sign verbally, which was why Elise moved in close and held a finger to his lips, a beguiling bit of control that silenced him quite effectively. Gone before he had a chance to do anything more than blink, Miss Murder ascended the steps in silence, slipped between the ropes and claimed the center of the ring alongside the hot tempered blonde.
A hand went to the nape of her neck and stayed there as Winterrest turned to all four sides of the arena, the wicked brunette meticulous in deciding who deserved the full force of her regard. Finally settling on the side opposite the hard camera, she tugged at an unseen knot and the silk puddled around her feet to leave the newcomer clad in a halter-style black one piece cut high over the hips and low across the back. Its most striking feature however was the series of four sharp diagonal slashes that revealed bright arterial red beneath the black. Once her battle attire was properly revealed Elise padded to the corner facing the ramp and settled in to await her so called opposition.
“Slick.” Piper admitted when the lights returned to normal. “Think I could pull off a look like that?”
“The look? Of course. The attitude that goes with it? You’d have to practice keeping silent on the way to the ring. I know it’s a difficult task with so many prime targets, but it’s worth it. Especially when you start to dissect their heroines later.”
Piper mulled it over. “I might TRY. But no promises. These uggos are just so gross.”
Elise smirked. “Truer words were never spoken.”
While Winterrest and Sexton continued their discussion of the fans terrible life choices, the Announcer continued his duties. “And introducing their opponents, weighing in at a combined total of two hundred and forty six pounds, please welcome CHARLIE DAWSON and the Tigress of Tallong, MALLORY SLADE!”
CHARLIE DAWSON
MALLORY SLADE
Eager to cheer again after the double dose of heelishness, the fans gave Mallory and their other western visitor a rousing ovation. Along with it came Escape the Fate’s ‘One For the Money’ and Mallory and Charlie appeared a moment later, the tawny brunette stunner and her bubbly blonde partner surging through the curtain to the stage beyond. Moving full speed ahead from the outset, Slade charged halfway down the aisle then spun aside to make sure Dawson didn’t bowl her over by accident. She didn’t, but the teenager still looked a little surprised by roar of the fans and the thunder of Mallory’s music. Mal caught Charlie’s expression and nudged an elbow into her ribs. “Ready to help me ask a question, girl?” Dawson blinked, then nodded when she understood the question. Turning to opposite sides of the aisle, the raised cupped hands to their mouths and asked, “WHAT TIME IS IT, PEOPLE?”
‘IT’S TIME TO HUNT!’ they roared back.
Galvanized by the answer, Slade exploded toward the ring with Charlie hot on her heels. To kick off 2015 in style she wore a tiger print halter-style bikini top and matching bottoms, the waistband of which were adorned with an inch or so of orange and black fringe. Pads at knee and wrist were black while her wrist tape and boots were bright orange. Her hair, a shoulder length dark brown highlighted by sun-born golden blonde streaks, was pulled back in a tight ponytail more than a little evocative of a tiger’s tail.
Slinking to the far side of the ring, Mal put her right hand on the apron and made a point of draaaaaaaaagging her nails along the canvas as she walked to the other end. Upon reaching it she turned back, made her way to the middle and hopped / slid under the bottom rope. Long legs stretched out behind in a near split, Slade put her right hand down and again made a show of raking invisible furrows in tonight’s battleground. In doing so she propelled herself out of the split and into a graceful back handstand that brought in several more new fans.
Aware that her partner was still on the outside, Mallory beckoned to Dawson and called, “Wanna give my routine a try, Charlie? It’s not nearly as hard as it looks.”
Charlie very much wanted to bust out something as cool for her entrance but she was certain she’d fall on her head without plenty of practice. So she shook her head and replied, “No thanks, Mal. I do need to get outta this hoodie though. Be there in a sec!”
Swinging back to the crowd, she pulled the zipper down and shrugged the hoodie off with a little flourish, thus revealing a sky blue fightin’ two piece that earned another round of cheers from the locals. Pleased by the reception, Charlie hopped onto the apron and joined her partner for a double salute before they headed to their corner for final inspections.
The scenes in the corners were a study in contrasts as the first-time teams made last minute decisions and strategies. Over on the face side, Mal and Charlie had their heads together for a quiet conversation that showed no sign of dissent despite their rival promotions. After a single clap on the shoulder, Slade wished her partner good luck and slipped out onto the apron. There was a discussion going on the other side of the ring as well, though this one was far more one sided and animated as Piper Sexton listed all the reasons why she should take point for her squad.
“It’s my first time wrestling on the east coast, I need to make a good impression, even if they’re all mouth breathers and cellar dwellers. You’ve already had your fun with that Dawson freak, it’s totes my turn to wale on her wussy, coddled ass. And then there’s that bytch, Mallory Slade. She CHEATED the first time we fought so I owe her a beating the likes of which--”
Elise finally held up a hand, having had enough of the blonde’s mouth. “I gather you would like to start us off, Ms. Sexton?”
Piper blinked. “Duh. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. Weren’t you listening?”
“Totes. As you would say. And yet amidst all that, I never heard ‘I’d like to go first, Elise.’”
Sexton sighed and rolled her eyes. Maine. “I’d like to go first, Elise.”
Winterrest swept a magnanimous hand toward the center of the ring before stepping through the ropes to the apron. As Piper turned away, the brunette said, “I set a rather high bar with my first beating of that silly little woman child, Piper. I look forward to seeing you raise it.”
Piper would’ve answered but the bell CLANGED and her attention immediately went to Dawson, the sort of reaction that pleased Elise very much. Out on the opposing apron, Mallory started a rhythmic clap and called ‘CHAR-LIE!’ CHAR-LIE!’ trying to give her partner the support of the house in a big match against a bitter rival. Thankfully the Jungle Dwellers took it up for her and Bangor sounded a lot like Albuquerque by the time Charlie and Piper strode out to meet one another.
Raising her hands for a lock-up, Sexton rocked back on her heels only to press one hand against Dawson’s cheek and push her head to the side in a disrespectful pie-face. “I don’t give a shyt about the coast or the time zone,” the taller blonde barked in her foe’s ear while the crowd ‘ooooohhh’ed’, “I’m always gonna kick your overrated ass, no matter wherever the send us to wresNNNGGGH!”
Charlie CRAAACKED her across the face with a spunky Bytch Slap that sent Sexton stamping around in a hurt little ‘how dare you!’ circle. “Don’t worry, Piper.” Charlie chirped. “Lots of these folks have Instagram accounts too. I’ll make sure one of them sends a picture of that welt to all your friends back home. Wait, do you have any friends back ho--”
The Las Vegas native charged her with a Clothesline that Dawson ducked like it’d been telegraphed for days. Rounding on her foe a second before Piper did the same, Charlie sprang up in a gorgeous vertical leap and PWAAAKED her boots against Sexton’s mug with a Standing Dropkick. Piper went down fast and came up the same way, unfortunately for her Dawson was the tiniest bit quicker on the draw and she intercepted the bigger blonde with a flurry of Forearm Smashes to the mouth and jaw.
With Sexton properly staggered, Charlie tossed one arm over her shoulder and hooked the other between her thighs before scooping the other Desert Diva up over her right shoulder. While Charlie wasn’t known for showing off back home, she, like Sexton, felt a desire to impress the fans in Maine, so she swung around in a jaunty circle before pushing onto her toes and THWHAMMING Piper to the mat with a surprisingly big Body Slam.
The Varsity Mean Girl ‘oooofffhed’ and sat up so Dawson raced to the ropes on her six and came sprinting back shortly thereafter. Rather than simply drive a Dropkick into her foe’s back, Charlie hopped up and planted a foot on the back of Piper’s head, treating her like nothing more than a step as she continued on to the opposite set of strands. In doing so she drove Sexton’s noggin into the mat, which bounced her back to a seat and made her a prime target when the other rookie charged in and PWAAAKED her with the second Dropkick in as many minutes. Delighted by how things were going right out of the gate, Charlie scrambled back to the prone blonde and dropped onto her chest with a simple Crossbody. She hooked the far leg for good measure and cradled it up tight while the official counted…
ONE…
Piper kicked out and sat up, shoving her attacker aside in the process. “You are one delusional uggo,” she grunted, “if you think you’re going to beat me like UNNNNGGGHH!” Charlie popped off her haunches and tagged Sexton with a second Low Dropkick, one that bounced the back of her head against the thinly-sheathed plywood. Urged on by cheers from the crowd and support from her partner, Dawson got to her feet and positioned herself off Sexton’s left side. A wink to the camera (and thus the folks back home) was followed by a high back flip, one that saw her tuck her knees at the apex, then stretch out full length before she THWAPPED down with all her weight on Piper’s undefended midsection. Sexton’s legs jerked upon impact so Charlie hooked them both and held on tight through…
STANDING MOONSAULT
www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=U1IgIbsFxQc
ONE…
TWO…
Elise came through the ropes and would’ve crossed the canvas in an instant if Piper hadn’t kicked out with a full second to spare. Mallory, who’d been focusing on Winterrest as much as the action in the ring, called out, “Get your ass back on the apron, Elise. Don’t make me do it for you.”
Miss Murder froze in the midst of slinking to her corner and smirked at the tawny import. “I hope you can muster the same brass in your tone when there’s less than a whole ring between us, dear heart.”
Slade almost went for her right then, but Elise returned to the apron without another word and more importantly, Charlie was scraping Piper off the canvas. Controlling the taller blonde with a basic Wristlock. Dawson wrung that trapped arm out a few times, then glanced over her shoulder to Mal. “You interested in another piece of this one, Mallory?”
“Well, I’ve been trying to cut back on junk food, but it IS the Holidays. Bring her over here!”
Happy to do just that, Charlie stepped away, dropped her hips and slung Piper toward the least friendly corner of the squared circle. Sexton twisted around at the last second so she BWUUUNGED against the buckles back-first, not that that did much but give her a better view when Charlie rushed in and leapt onto the middle rope to her left. Pushing off the strands, the blue-clad battler cocked her right elbow up n’ back and THWUMPED it into the side of Piper’s skull. Charlie landed a heartbeat later and clapped Slade in for the first time, much to the approval of the crowd.
“Great work, Charlie.” Mal said while she drew Piper down into a Front Facelock. “Tell me, you mastered the Springboard Crossbody yet?”
Doubt flashed across Dawson’s pretty face. “Not the Springboard version, but I can do it off the corner just fine.”
The Tigress of Tallong nodded. “Works for me. Go up top and watch for the right time.” Trusting the rookie to her task, Slade marched Sexton out of the corner and slung the blonde’s near arm over her shoulders. Then she grabbed a handful of waistband, dipped her knees and lifted Piper all the way to high noon. Up on the buckles, Charlie realized what her partner had in mind so she straightened up and leapt out onto the void. Twisting sideways in mid-air, she hit Sexton’s midsection with a hearty ‘SMECK!’ that was followed by a loud ‘TWHWUMP!’ when Mallory dropped backward to finish the Vertical Suplex.
Well versed enough to remember she wasn’t the legal member of her team, Dawson immediately rolled under the bottom rope after the double team, leaving Slade to pounce on Sexton’s chest for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Mal felt the danger before she saw it and thusly abandoned the cover of her own volition with less than a second to go. Springing to her feet in the same motion, the Tigress of Tallong came face to face with Ms. Murder, the latter having stopped just shy of driving a heel into the spot so recently occupied by the back of Slade’s skull. More than ready to mix it up with the other brunette, Mallory stepped over Piper’s prone form (stepped on was more like it, as she made a point to plant her weight on the pit of Sexton’s stomach) and chested up on her would be nemesis.
“You want to start this right now, Elise?” she asked quietly. “There’s only a few seconds before the ref tosses your ass out of the ring, but I think we could make the most of it.”
The ref was indeed tugging on Winterrest’s left bicep, but she made no move to follow. “You’re right Mallory, our time is short. And while I would enjoy shredding your face, there simply isn’t time. In fact, there’s not a single gesture in the whole of human expression that would properly express my emotions in such a short span.” With that Elise turned around and strolled toward her corner, brushing the ref off as she went. Slade had *just* returned her attention to Piper when Winterrest snapped her fingers. “Oh wait! I thought of one!”
Doubling back in a flash, she darted in and spat on the Australian import’s cheek.
Hands raised even before she started to back off, Elise’s grin grew wider by the second as the official did everything humanly possible to keep Slade from tearing her limb from limb. “GET BACK HERE YOU FILTHY BYTCH!” the brunette raged from the other side of that black & white barricade. “DON’T EVEN THINK THIS IS OVER!”
Smirking from ear to ear now, Elise slipped out onto the apron and made a show of gripping the tag rope. “Oh I wouldn’t dream this was over.” she purred. “Your face is far too appealing a target to spit on only once.”
Mallory lunged and would’ve made it around the referee if he hadn’t hooked an arm across her waist and hoisted her off the canvas. “Simmer down, Mal!” he barked. “You can get her later, but right now Piper is your opponent!”
Far from satisfied but not so incensed she couldn’t see reason, Slade calmed considerably and raised her hands in temporary surrender. “All right fine. Put me down and I promise not to slaughter the slut until she works up the nerve to tag herself in.”
“Better hope you finish off the new meat before I get bored, dear!” Elise chided from the corner. “It’s clear you’re not ready to hunt big game quite yet.”
Mal clenched her jaw so tight you could see the tendons in her neck. After a deep breath she redirected her ire to Piper Sexton, who’d made it to one knee during the accidental reprieve. Transferring her rage quite easily, Mallory plunged both hands into the blonde’s hair and gave her head a hard shake en route to hauling her to boot leather. “I was never gonna take it easy on ya, Piper.” Slade admitted. “But what happens to ya now? That’s all on ElLLLNNNGGGHHH!”
Sexton buried a Kneelift in the brunette’s lower abdomen, less than a half inch above the line of her waistband. While not technically a Low Blow the result was much the same, leaving Mal knock-kneed and slowed to a crawl until the Teen Tyrant snatched her by the hair. Stuffing the crown of her head under Slade’s chin, Piper pushed onto her tiptoes and dropped abruptly to her knees to snap the brunette’s head back with a textbook Jawbreaker.
Mallory rocked back on her heels but didn’t go down, a situation Sexton found intolerable until she realized it allowed her to pile on more punishment without the hassle of picking Australian trash off the mat. Perking considerably, she closed in fast and clasped her hands behind the other woman’s neck to keep the ref from whining about another hair pull. Then she hopped up, tucked her knees against Slade’s chest and laid out on her back to THWUMP opposing rack with sternum-crunching Inverted Lungblower. Mal bounced up and flopped over onto her back, both arms already crossed tight over her compressed chest.
INVERTED LUNBLOWER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zVlOAY1wN_w&feature=player_embedded
Piper rolled to all fours and was in the midst of crawling over for a cover when a single particularly irritating voice rose over the general din of all the other losers. “Oh please Dawson, do us all a favor and shut your face.” she sneered to Charlie, who was working to drum up support for her wounded partner. “We both know you don’t want in here. So just sit there and look fugly while Elise and I pummel this koala!”
Dawson mouthed a response that her folks wouldn’t have approved of, alas that alone wasn’t enough to keep the other blonde away from her target. On her feet and circling the vulnerable battler, Sexton doled out half a dozen stomps, placing them with care to make sure each did as much damage as possible. The last, delivered to Mal’s stomach from just above her left shoulder, would’ve turned the brunette over if Sexton hadn’t pressed down to keep her in place like a bug pinned to a card. Shifting her feet to the sweaty fan of Slade’s hair once the strongest twitches had subsided, Sexton knelt down, grabbed Mallory’s wrists and stood up straight, a move that put unpleasant pressure on her foe’s shoulders and scalp, not to mention an arch in her spine.
“Give up!” Piper demanded of the groaning lovely after five or so seconds in the modified Surfboard. “Make me pull any harder and I won’t be responsible for whatever pops off, you got that, Outback Barbie?”
Mallory couldn’t do much more than twitch her head at the moment, but she made it quite clear she wasn’t about to surrender to some glorified hair pull. “Grrrrrhhhh… you’re the only plastic person in this ring, Pippi,” she grunted. “and trust me, I’m gonna burn your fake ass so much worse than the last tiMMNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Angered by the loser’s refusal, Piper raised her right foot and stomped down on Slade’s chest while simultaneously releasing her Wristlocks. Mal THUMPED into the mat, her already wheezing chest crushed between the piston of Sexton’s boot and the unforgiving plain of the canvas. Secretly hoping she could in fact finish Mallory off without having to tag in her partner, Piper pressed the sole of her stompin’ boot against the brunette’s cheek and casually fluffed her hair while the official counted….
UGGO STOMP @0:45
www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=9wa2ZmyBFCM
ONE…
TWO…
Slade swatted her foot aside at ‘TWO!’ much to the younger wrestler’s irritation. “While I admire the confidence of such a cover,” came a voice from her own corner, “I believe it will require a bit more effort to put that particular tabby down for the night. Perhaps I could be of some assistance in that regard?”
Sexton frowned. She liked Elise’s style, but she had no urge to share in Mallory’s annihilation, not after the bytch had humiliated her in what was practically her own backyard. Sensing the other’s reluctance, Winterrest added, “The cover is yours for the taking, my friend. Or her bawling surrender, whichever you desire. All I ask is a piece of her… pelt… for my trophy case.”
Sexton glanced down at Slade’s tiger striped togs and grinned evilly. “Deal. IF I get to peel ‘em.”
“Done and done. Now please, bring kitty to me.”
Piper twined her fingers in Mal’s hair and peeled her off the mat with all the ceremony of one scraping some gum off their shoe. A simple Side Headlock proved more than adequate to keep the woozy Aussie in line while Sexton stomped over to the bad side of town. Extending a hand when she got close, Piper chirped “Garbage delivery!” which actually raised a small smile from Ms. Murder.
Elise tagged in to a chorus of boos, which she totally ignored in favor of greeting Mallory with a stiff Front Facelock. “Tell me Ms. Sexton, what are your views on forced lobotomies for the terminally un-cool?”
The Varsity Mean Girl thought about her answer for all of a second. “I’m strongly for it.”
“Then join me, won’t you?” Piper did, despite strong objections from the crowd, referee and Charlie Dawson. Mocking them all with a snarky little kiss, Sexton doubled down on Winterrest’s Front Facelock and after an exchanged smirk they dropped back in stereo, the newly minted tandem using every bit of their combined weight to THWHONK the crown of Mallory’s skull into the mat. Slade bounced up straight as a tent-peg for a moment, then flopped bonelessly onto her back.
DOUBLE DDT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3rV4BeS9uQk&feature=player_embedded
Piper would’ve piled on more if the official hadn’t gotten really obnoxious about his count so she settled for smacking the Aussie’s defenseless tummy on her way back to the corner. She also advised Elise (quite loudly) to go for a cover, a suggestion that the brunette never considered for a moment. Her first encounter with this so called ‘Tigress’ was one to be savored, even if it happened to take place under the less than ideal conditions of a Tag Team match.
“Tigress.” she said the word slowly, savoring it. “That’s a rather bold appellation, don’t you think, Mallory? Tigresses are cunning, beautiful and above all DANGEROUS. They are indeed the queens of their domain, unchallenged by anything nature might throw in their path. But when I look at you, I don‘t see any such creature.” Winterrest raised one foot and scuffed a little kick off the other woman’s temple less than a second after she’d managed to sit up. “I see a tawdry, sun-baked, marginally talented young woman in an undersized two-piece who looks most at home suffering under my bootSNNNGGHH!”
Slade sat up again and pounded a straight jab into the pit of her foe’s stomach. Elise doubled up around the blow and soaked up two more in rapid succession. They didn’t back her up though and that proved unfortunate for Mallory because it meant the brunette was plenty close enough to snatch a double handful of hair. Angered by the interruption, Winterrest wrenched her prey’s head back n’ forth several times, then hopped up and drilled a brisk little Double Kneelift into her forehead. Mal’s hands went from Elise’s stomach to her own noggin, meaning Miss Murder had no problem hauling the woozy warrior to her feet.
“Bring her over here!” Piper barked as Winterrest forced Slade’s head between her thighs and followed that by Butterflying both arms. “C’mon Elise, you said I could finish the bytch off! I totes remember.”
Elise didn’t bother to look toward her corner, but she did answer in between spiking a few more knees into the other brunette’s midsection. “And so you will, Piper Sexton. While I’m afraid you’ll have to wait a bit longer for the tag, here’s something that should tide you over quite nicely.” Shifting her attention to the other side of the ring, Winterrest offered Charlie a winning smile and said, “Count your blessings, schoolgirl.” With that she dropped into a crouch, then popped her hips and tossed Mallory up ‘n over, the tiger-striped battle soaring through a gorgeous arc that was brutally truncated when she BWUUUNGED spine-first into the opposing set of turnbuckles.
MURDEROUS BUTTERFLY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dz8k0L3kMKI&feature=player_embedded
Dropped on the back of her head and shoulders by the ‘Murderous’ Butterfly, Slade didn’t register the danger of her predicament until Piper crouched down, threaded a hand beneath the middle rope and ‘SMECKED’ a five tined claw to the center of her upturned trunks.
This blatant interference proved too much for Dawson to abide, she hopped over the ropes and got halfway across the squared circle before the ref slipped an arm around her waist. “C’mon now, Charlie!” he chided. “I know you know better than that. Now get back to your corner.”
“But Piper’s setting up shop in her trunks!” the blonde protested vehemently. “Just turn around and look!”
“Good try, you’ll buzz past me as soon as I do. Just get back to the ropes and I’ll check on her.”
Charlie cringed as she watched Sexton add a second claw to the mix, this one attached to her partner’s inner thigh. “HANG IN THERE MAL, YOU CAN DO IT!” she shouted. “THAT CHEAP SKANK’S GOT NOTHIN’ ON--”
Elise drifted in behind the ref and flicked the tip of Dawson’s nose with her middle finger. It was a quintessentially juvenile thing to do and yet it got the tyro struggling like a wildcat, which was exactly what Winterrest wanted.
Turning her back on the raging blonde after a sly smile, Elise crossed the ring and yanked Slade to her feet without bothering to tell Sexton to break her hold. Snaking her right arm across Mallory’s waist and the other behind her left knee, the Jungle’s resident Serial Chiller ‘hupped’ Slade up under her right arm like she was little more than firewood. When that was settled she flicked a glance at Piper and ordered, “Tag my shoulder, then go to the top rope. Be quick about it and please, impress me with your creativity.”
Sexton tagged in at ‘impress’ and was crouched in the high rent district by the time Elise finished speaking. Elise hadn’t given her much room to maneuver but Piper didn’t mind, she’d only needed to see the angle to know how the Australian trash would suffer. Plan set, she sprang off the corner and kicked her legs up to waist level while simultaneously hooking her right arm over their victim’s chin. Winterrest dropped with them and so the THAWHAM! was all the more emphatic when Mal was planted by the combination Sidewalk Slam and Inverted DDT.
SIDEWALK SLAM & DIVING INVERTED DDT @ 4:18
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Khg8UatInec&feature=player_embedded
The impact tremor finally got the ref’s attention and he scurried over to the scene of the accident mere heartbeats after Elise dipped under the bottom rope. Unlike her partner, Piper was in no mood to play with her food, so she stretched out across Mallory’s chest and hooked both legs for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Slade kicked out and actually had the temerity to try and crawl toward her corner, despite the fact that Piper was totes blocking her way. “Scuse me, bytch. Can you not see that I am in the middle of kicking your ass? You don’t crawl away until I say so!” With the proper order quite restored, the Teen Tyrant buried both hands in Mal’s hair and dragged her to boot leather just long enough to deliver a Toe Kick. Slade doubled over in the wake of the blow, so Sexton flicked her right leg up, then down to THWHACK a stiff kick against the base of her foe’s skull. That got Slade pretty much upright again, alas it made her face prime Bytch Slappin’ real estate and Piper just couldn’t help herself. That shot swung Mallory back to her opponent’s corner, where Elise was watching the action with a small smile.
“Talented, isn’t she?”
The traumatized Tigress didn’t have the chance to respond because Piper slapped on a tight Waistlock and stuffed her head under Slade’s left arm. Sexton torqued her hips immediately thereafter to THWHUMP the Jungle standout flush on the back of her head with a Backdrop Suplex that had the Bangor regulars (not to mention Winterrest herself) clapping in spite of themselves. Mallory rolled through to a seat after the throw and damned if she didn’t reach for Charlie even though sanctuary was still several feet removed. She was still straining when Piper palmed both shoulders and forced her flat against the mat. An arrogant Crossbody followed, though Sexton did have the good sense to hook the far leg. Batting her eyes at the fuming blonde, Piper added her voice to those tolling along with the referee…
BACKDROP SUPLEX & MORE @ 3:12
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5RuAPpH_tXI&feature=player_embedded
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Charlie Dawson endeared herself to a whole new group of fans when she leapt onto the top rope and came off with short Dropkick that caromed both heels off her rival’s forehead. So surprised to have finally landed a Springboard anything, Charlie almost forgot about the match until a fuming Piper demanded she be disqualified on the spot. The ref didn’t go that far, he was however very stern about Charlie returning to her corner, which she did after a few shouted words of encouragement to Mallory.
Utterly unimpressed with her rival’s efforts, Sexton made a little ‘blah, blah, blah’ gesture with one hand while the other busied itself twining in the Aussie’s hair. Once Slade was upright Piper gave her a little shove toward the corner and followed it with an equally derisive Bytch Slap. “Did you really think you’d get away with it, bytch stick?” (CRACK!) That you could jet into my city, (CRACK!) stroll into MY ring (CRACK!) then have the audacity to SIT on MY face (CRACK!) in the middle of that ring (CRACK!) and not pay for it with the worst beating of your life?”
Mallory had soaked up all the slaps with nothing more than a few quiet grunts, which did nothing for the blonde’s already foul mood. Now she tightened the hair hold and craaaaaaaanked Slade’s neck back at a sharp angle so she could get in real close after delivering another cheek-reddening slap. “I want an answer, princess. Or I will totes strip you down in front of these leering pig farmers and sheep fuKWWOOOAAAHHH!”
The slap-maddened Tigress dropped into a crouch and threaded an arm between Piper’s legs before muscling her onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Barely holding it long enough to hook her other arm over the back of the ingenue’s head, Slade slung her off and over while simultaneously sitting out to THWHUMP Sexton on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy a Samoan Driver. The landing sent a violent jolt through the gobsmacked battler but it wasn’t strong enough to break Mal’s grip on her cradled leg, meaning Piper stayed stacked on her shoulders through…
SAMOAN DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cjlEy4nxG94&feature=player_embedded
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TWO…
Elise dove in and drilled a Double Axehandle into the base of Slade’s neck. It wasn’t that she doubted Sexton’s ability to kick out herself, she simply wanted an excuse to get her hands on Mallory again. Of course such blatant interference wasn’t to be tolerated and the ref was ordering her back to the corner even before she’d regained her footing. “Yes, yes, I’m going.” she said soothingly. “No need to shout, I can hear your whining just NNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Fed up with watching the pair of cheaters abuse her partner, Charlie Dawson exploded through the ropes and earned a loud cheer from the Bangor faithful when she leapfrogged over the oblivious referee and drilled a stubby Dropkick into Winterrest’s tits. Elise stumbled hard, hit the strands at her back and would’ve slopped out to the floor if she hadn’t hooked an arm over the top rope. Furious as soon as she realized what’d happened, Miss Murder pushed off and went straight for the teenager. “You foolish little brat! You have no idea what I’m going to do to GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!”
But the ref was not so easily dissuaded, he kept one arm snugged around Winterrest’s waist and marched her all the way to the corner. As he did so, the zebra looked over one shoulder and fixed Dawson with a hard glare. “You corner, now. Pull something like that again and I’ll disqualify you.”
Charlie felt no need to press her luck so she did as ordered, though she also started to clap, in hopes of speeding Mal’s recovery. Speaking of whom, both she and Piper were quite unaware of the drama unfolding above them, as the former was trying to shake off several minutes of punishment and the latter was still reeling after the Samoan Driver. The clapping did seem to help though, especially when the fans changed the pace to incorporate her name. ’MALL-O-RY! MALL-O-RY!’
Pushing to all fours, Slade flipped hair off her face and started crawling toward Dawson’s outstretched hand. She was in the process of getting to her feet when someone rushed by and THWHACK! Piper reeled back on spaghetti legs, her attempt to blast Charlie from the apron ending in failure when the other blonde hopped up and caromed an Enzugiri off the side of her head. Things went from bad to worse for the Varsity Mean Girl when Mallory stood up behind her and snatched a savage handful of hair. Wrenching Sexton’s head back, she tucked it under her left arm to secure an Inverted Facelock. After that she helped herself to a handful of Piper’s skirt, sank into a slight crouch and yanked up n’ back to haul the visiting lass up, over and DOWN onto her face, chest and belly with a resounding Inverted Suplex!
INVERTED SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMBIpg7dvBI&feature=player_embedded
Not pausing to savor the cheers or the heavy ‘THUD’ of brat on canvas, Slade clambered to her feet and lurched / fell into her corner, but not without swatting Charlie’s hand mid-fall. Bounding to the top rope at once, Dawson waited just long enough for Sexton to get up, then she leapt out into the lights. Only vaguely aware of where she was, Piper didn’t even get a chance to react before Charlie’s outstretched right leg took her high across the chest and drove her back to the mat with a THAWHUMP! Sexton’s legs bounced straight up when she hit the canvas and Dawson could’ve hooked ‘em to try for a cover, but the young blonde had other things on her mind.
DIVING LEG LARIAT
www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=EOxziLP3aM8
On her feet in the blink of an eye, Charlie raced to a neutral corner and hunkered down like she was lining up a Spear or some other gut-churning nastiness. Too far from the cheap-shotting brat to attempt any sort of assistance (that idiot ref was watching them all like a hawk) Elise smacked the top turnbuckle with one hand and shouted, “WATCH YOURSELF, SEXTON! DAWSON’S OFF TO YOUR LEFT SO DON’T GET NNNNNGGGGGHH!”
Charlie took off running, not at Piper, but Miss Murder. Or the ropes directly beside her, to be more precise. Hopping from the mat to the second strand in one quick motion, she jumped off, twisted roughly ninety degrees and walloped Winterrest’s chin with a Triangle Dropkick that sent the taller woman tumbling to the floor.
TRIANGLE DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0oZcroX3wM&feature=player_embedded
“Dammit Charlie, what did I tell you about that!” the official barked over the cheering crowd. “Leave her alone when she’s on the apron!”
“Oh she’s been cheating all night and you know it!” Dawson snapped back. It wasn’t like her to argue with a ref, but there was something about the dark eyed Mainer that got her blood boiling. Even so, the ref had a point. Elise couldn’t get to her from the outside and there was still Piper to deal with, it wasn’t like she didn’t have a whole lotta comeuppance coming too. So she focused on the recovering blonde and when Sexton had made it to boot leather she chided, “Looks like you’re finally gonna have to face me one on one, Piper! Think you can handle that?”
The Teen Tyrant noted the absence of a partner waiting at her corner and growled. “I don’t need her to make your life miserable, uggo. Just toddle your little hooves on over here and I’ll AGGGHHHH!”
Charlie obliged her with another high speed charge and Sexton instinctively lowered her head in the hopes of flinging her high into the stratosphere with Back Body Drop. A solid idea to be sure, in fact her left shoulder hit Dawson’s midriff with a satisfying thump. But Charlie corralled her in a Front Facelock at the same time and when Piper straightened up she couldn’t get her fellow visitor much higher than three o’clock. Whatever time she might’ve bought herself ran out immediately thereafter when Charlie swung her legs down and yanked Piper down into a THWHONKING forehead on canvas collision. Sexton somersaulted over onto her back and didn’t move until Dawson flopped down across her chest and bundled both legs for the…
JUMPING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SSfRQxaHXbU&feature=player_embedded
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Piper twitched a shoulder up, earning herself at least another three seconds of match time and the ire of the whole arena in the process. Irked but not frustrated, Charlie helped herself to Sexton’s hair and hauled her upright before switching over to a Wristlock.
“C’mon Pip, lets show these folks what it’s like when I beat you back home!”
Pointing her blonde toward the far side of the ring, Dawson sent her off with a strong Irish Whip only to curse it a mistake when Elise hopped onto the apron from the floor. Ready and waiting when Sexton hit the strands, Elise slapped her partner between the shoulders to take her place in the match. Of course a mere tag wasn’t enough to stop Piper’s momentum, so the blonde raced back toward Charlie with a Clothesline locked n’ load-NO! Dawson left her feet in a gorgeous vertical leap, clamped her thighs around Sexton’s head with a meaty ‘smeck’, then popped her hips and tossed the other blonde flat on her back with a textbook Frankensteiner.
Elise’s presence killed any joy the teenager might’ve felt over nailing the move so perfectly, but it did serve as excellent motivation and Charlie was up and moving at once, the New Mexico native racing at Ms. Murder with another Scissors in mind, one of the Tilt-a-Whirl variety. Her execution proved as flawless as before but the follow-through hit a snag when Elise wrapped her arms around the youngster’s waist in mid-twirl, effectively freezing Dawson in an upside down belly to belly Bear Hug. Those assembled gasped in alarm as Winterrest used Charlie’s momentum to spin around in a half circle, pop up on her toes and then snap to both knees, thus THWHUNKING the crown of her foe’s skull into the mat courtesy a brutal Tombstone Piledriver.
TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER (non Tilt-a-Whirl):
www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=Nz6pNlvFMB4
Elise let loose at the moment of impact and stretched her arms wide, a grim flourish that made Dawson’s nerveless tumble to the canvas seem all the more final. Knowing full well she’d nailed every inch of the Piledriver, Winterrest swung around and planted her right knee in the hollow of the blonde’s throat. With her next breath she buried a hand in Charlie’s hair and pulled up to effectively choke the tyro with her intruding knee. The ref, who’d been about to start easing Piper back to her corner, honed in on the crowd’s distress and hurried over to investigate. Upon discovering the Stranglehold he swatted Elise’s right shoulder and barked, “Get off her neck, Elise! I’m warning you!”
“I know. And I love the sound.” she purred. “Do it again, if you would.”
Elsewhere, an aching, sulky Piper Sexton struggled to boot leather and surveyed the situation. Elise was punishing Dawson (good) and the ref was busy trying to stop her. (better) A plan was starting to come together when a voice on her left growled, “Don’t even think about it, princess. Just get your ass back to the corner before it gets you in NNNNGGGHHH!”
Piper rounded on Mallory and slapped the ever lovin’ taste out of her mouth. “NEVER TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” she bellowed. “I TELL YOU WHAT TO DO! AND I’M TELLING YOU TO GET YOUR ASS IN HERE RIGHT NOW!”
Burying her hands in the tawny brunette’s hair, Sexton hauled her up n’ over the top rope with an improvised Hair Mare that dropped Mal on her back with a sweaty ‘THWHAP!’ “Get up, bytch.” Piper snarled at the prone battler. “It’s time you got what was comin’ to you.”
The Teen Tyrant went for her foe’s hair again but spared a look to the other side of the squared circle to assess the situation. What she say pleased her very much. Elise had hauled Charlie to her knees and laid her throat-first across the middle rope. From there she’d turned to the ref and engaged him in a spirited debate about in-ring ethics, all the sitting on Dawson’s back hard enough to strangle her against the rubber-coated steel. Deciding that Winterrest wasn’t bad for an east coast rube, Sexton jerked Slade to her knees and purred, “Gonna lay you out right beside Charlie, kitty cat. You’re totes gonna look like an after Christmas Sale at the Bust-a-Bytch WorkshoPPPEERRRGGGH!”
Mal decked Piper’s chin with a wicked little Uppercut and surged to verticality before the Varsity Mean Girl could so much as stagger. A Toe Kick followed quickly, as did the Standing Headscissors and the Double Underhooking of Sexton’s arms. Forcing herself to dispose of the young blonde before checking on her partner, Slade hauled Piper up onto the point of her right shoulder in what was essentially a modified Canadian Backbreaker. No submission this however, it could’ve been the Tasmanian Driver or more likely she was looking for the Gobstopper…. or not. Turned out Mal had been thinking Tasmanian Driver, but she’d altered the delivery in a way to best deal with the menace of Piper Sexton. Turning to face the strands, she pushed up on toes and spun the vicious ingénue off her perch. The descent was short but forceful, Piper striking the top rope gut-first with a cringe inducing ‘TWAAAAAANG!’
Somehow she managed to grab hold of the ropes and that saved her from a far longer fall to the floor, at least it did until Mal drew a bead on her chin and stapled a Super Kick to it. Slade didn’t bother to celebrate, she whirled toward the far side of the ring as soon as the glassy-eyed blonde tumbled from the apron in a loose-limbed sprawl.
Blissfully unaware of her impending handicap, Elise Winterrest dragged a red-faced Charlie Dawson to her feet when the official finally got wise to her nonchalant strangling. “I think you’ve taken a rather unhealthy interest in this poor girl.” Miss Murder cooed to the zebra after trapping Dawson in a Side Headlock. “But as a referee you DO have the right to a perfect view of her suffering. Follow me, please.
He really didn’t want to (being too close to Elise for any amount of time gave him the willies) but the ref knew the brunette would cut any corner she could and he knew that both Anciline and Bethany would have his ass in a sling if Charlie suffered an injury during the talent exchange. So he followed along at a safe distance while Winterrest marched Dawson to a neutral corner and stuffed her against the buckles. “I’ve heard the office in Albuquerque is going for a more family friendly atmosphere.” Elise said to the gasping teenager. “That’s noble in a way, but potentially devastating to your long-term career if you’re not properly prepared for what awaits in Orlando. Please, allow me to enlighten you.”
‘You’ was still on her lips when Winterrest darted out a claw and affixed it to the center of the blonde’s trunks. Charlie wailed and started to struggle, alas she was out of breath and Elise controlled her with nothing more than a hand pressed against her chest. Short of temper by now, the ref issued his warning almost at once. “Get off her trunks Elise, I mean it! Either get her up or get her out!”
Winterrest stopped squeezing and looked at him out of the corner of her eye. “That is a brilliant idea, good sir. I’ve never tried to hit my finisher from the top rope before. Charlie here will make an excellent test.”
Dawson didn’t have the strength to stop her and the ref didn’t have the authority so they were forced to suffer in silence as Elise stuffed a shoulder into the visitor’s tummy and boosted her into a seat on the top turnbuckle. Climbing onto the second rope shortly thereafter, Miss Murder wedged Dawson’s head under her right arm and trapped opposing arms in a Double Underhook, just as Slade had done to Sexton not fifteen seconds prior. Once that was done she started to tug up, forcing Charlie to rise into a slight crouch so her legs didn’t get tangled with the ropes during the fall. “Don’t worry about bothering your parents with the outcome of this match, sweet Charlotte.” Elise murmured. “I’ll make sure to tweet them a lovely picture of the paramedics slipping the brace around your neCEERRGGGHHHH!”
Mallory Slade stalked up behind the snide brunette and slammed a claw grip between her thighs, brutal payback for her suffering partner. “Hey now, Mal!” the ref called. “You gotta get back to your corner!”
“And I will. Just as soon as I do this.” Abandoning the claw after another hard squeeze, Slade slipped her noggin between Winterrest’s thighs, making sure to give her undercarriage a rough Headbutt in the process. Then she wrapped her arms around Elise’s thighs and backed out the corner. “LOOK ALIVE, CHARLIE!” Mal called to her partner. “I GOT MISS MURDER STRAPPED TO THE ELECTRIC CHAIR AND YOU GOTTA THROW THE SWITCH!”
One hand pressed tight to her aching center, Charlie Dawson took a deep breath and nodded. “Can you turn her around?”
Elise shook her head frantically ‘no’, Slade had curtailed her escape attempts by seizing her wrists. “Don’t even think about it, brat! If you come off those ropes at me I’ll--”
“Oh shut up, sweetie.” Mal chirped brightly. “This is out of your hands.” With that she swung around in a half circle, meaning Winterrest had no idea what was coming, a situation she didn’t care for in the slightest.
Thankfully Charlie didn’t make her wait long to find out.
Soon as the teen was on her feet she launched herself out into the void and crooked her right arm around the back of the brunette’s neck in a loose Side Headlock. That was about the time Slade tossed Elise from her shoulders , leaving the defenseless beauty to THWHAM down flat on her face, chest and belly as victim of a ring-shaking Doomsday Bulldog.
“Hit her again, Charlie!” Mal urged after her partner rolled away from their splattered, starfished opposition. “Elise is a world class bytch, but she’s tough as nails. You gotta make sure she stays down.”
The ref punctuated his warning by ordering Slade back to the corner, though he turned back to the action before she’d even made it halfway there. Momentarily unaware of her aches and pains, Charlie scrambled over to Elise, snatched a double handful of hair and hauled her to verticality. Immediately thereafter she whirled around, reached over her right shoulder with both hands and captured the woozy brunette in a Three Quarters Facelock. “Tweet this, you mean jerk.” Dawson dropped into a deep crouch and launched herself up n’ over, a soaring back flip that sent her over Winterrest’s shoulders with the Facelock still intact. Said Facelock proved Elise’s undoing as it was the tether that ripped her from her moorings and THAWHAMMED her down flush on the back of her head and shoulders. Planted on her tush directly above the splattered Jungle talent, Charlie hooked Elise’s legs behind the knees and leaaaaaaaaaaned way back while the ref tolled…
LEFT TURN AT ALBUQUERQUE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0X3T8UYby-0&feature=player_embedded
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TWO…
THREE!
The Bangor faithful went nuts, treating the blonde visitor like one of their own as the Announcer shouted, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall, MALLORY SLADE AND CHARLIE DAWSON!”
Charlie was still processing what’d happened when Mallory charged over and swept her into a hug. “Great work, Charlie! Absolutely aces!”
Dawson hugged her back, then took the brunette’s hand and raised it overhead, much to the delight of the fans. “Thanks Mal,” she panted, “I couldn’t have done it without you. She was really kicking my ass.”
“Happy to assist. But you’re not giving yourself enough credit, you’d have thought of something. You’re damned tough for someone with a curfew.”
Charlie smiled a little harder, not giving a damn that it made her face hurt. “You’re pretty tough yourself. Oh, sorry to poach Elise from ya, I knew you wanted to lay her out yourself.”
Mal only swatted her shoulder. “Think nothing of it. I knew from the second she walked through the door that I was destined to have a wrangle with that witch. I’ll get my chance at her soon enough. Just like you’ll get your hands on Piper.”
Charlie started to answer but fell silent when her attention was drawn by something outside the ring. “Might be even sooner than you think,” she told Slade.
Planted on shaky feet near the base of the ramp, Elise Winterrest kept one arm wrapped around the back of her head while the other hand gripped the apron for support. “You… you’ve just made the worst mistake of your life, Mallory Slade.” Miss Murder hissed. “I’m going to take you apart piece by piece and I’ll make it last a very, VERY long time. As for you.” she focused her gaze on Charlie and the blonde stepped back before she could tell herself to stand firm. “If you ever come back here I’ll make sure you leave in an ambulance.” Treating the Tigress of Tallong to a last, withering look, Elise spun around on her heel and stalked up the ramp without so much as a glance at her slowly recovering partner.
“Jeeze, I think I made a mess of things.” Charlie muttered after the brunette had gone. “Doesn’t seem fair that I can’t stick around to help clean it up.”
Mal wrapped an arm around the teenager’s shoulders and drew her in for a final hug. “No offense Charlie Dawson, but I prefer to hunt alone. The fact that you’ve bloodied Elise’s pert little nose makes her all the more dangerous… and all the more satisfying to take down. You stalk your prey and I’ll stalk mine. Deal?”
Charlie honed in on Piper, who was giving her a serious stink eye from about halfway up the ramp. Feeling an odd little thrill at the prospect of taking Sexton down on their home turf, she realized Slade was onto something with the whole ’hunting alone’ thing. “Deal. Now lets take our lap and get outta here. I wanna wash off the jerk stink, then paint this town red… well, as red as I can without drinking.”
“You just pointed Elise’s ass to the lights for the first time in a very long time, Charlie. That makes you the queen of Bangor for the weekend and I mean to make sure you’re treated accordingly.”
With that the pair of friends set off on their circuit of the turnbuckles to make sure the fans were properly saluted before they slipped through the ropes and headed back up the ramp.
OUT OF THE BLACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=r_d_C5b-BD4
PIPER SEXTON
Elsie Winterrest
And welcome them they did, with a cannonade of boos and derision that seemed to shiver the wall of the Civic Center. Amidst all this hate came the pounding, staccato drumbeat of Royal Blood’s ‘Out of the Black’. Elise and Piper arrived in time with the drums, the northeast indy star and burgeoning New Mexico heel brushing theough the curtain like they couldn’t wait to lay eyes on humans foolish enough to boo them. Dark of eye, hair and humor and heart, Winterrest’s fair skin made an excellent contrast to her partner, who seemed to radiate sweltering desert heat even in the middle of a Maine winter. They’d yet to take a single step toward the ring when the house lights went down and the aisle lights blazed forth in an eerie, fiery red. Pleased by the fearsome vibe it added to her already haughty appearance, Sexton stormed toward the squared circle with Winterrest trailing several steps behind.
For her first match on the east coast, the Teen Tyrant wore a baby blue, belly-baring halter with matching bottoms underneath a decidedly immodest black skirt. White pads and boots--and her ubiquitous sneer--completed the ensemble. Elise on the other hand sported a short shift of black silk that shined like oil in the flickering red light. Everyone agreed dresses made terrible ring attire, but this one was accepted at least in the short term because you could see the small black pads at knee and elbow and the matching boots that stopped just shy of the knee. There was something written in red on her boots -- ‘REDRUM’.
Content to keep silent while Piper berated the Jungle dwellers on everything from appearance, to hygiene to choice in soft drinks (Moxie? Who the fahk drinks Moxie?) Elise shifted her attention to one of the aisle-side fans who’d proven bold enough to craft a sign that read:
MISS MURDER FEARS THE TIGRESS!
Seeing that he’d caught her attention, this peon attempted to communicate the contents of his sign verbally, which was why Elise moved in close and held a finger to his lips, a beguiling bit of control that silenced him quite effectively. Gone before he had a chance to do anything more than blink, Miss Murder ascended the steps in silence, slipped between the ropes and claimed the center of the ring alongside the hot tempered blonde.
A hand went to the nape of her neck and stayed there as Winterrest turned to all four sides of the arena, the wicked brunette meticulous in deciding who deserved the full force of her regard. Finally settling on the side opposite the hard camera, she tugged at an unseen knot and the silk puddled around her feet to leave the newcomer clad in a halter-style black one piece cut high over the hips and low across the back. Its most striking feature however was the series of four sharp diagonal slashes that revealed bright arterial red beneath the black. Once her battle attire was properly revealed Elise padded to the corner facing the ramp and settled in to await her so called opposition.
“Slick.” Piper admitted when the lights returned to normal. “Think I could pull off a look like that?”
“The look? Of course. The attitude that goes with it? You’d have to practice keeping silent on the way to the ring. I know it’s a difficult task with so many prime targets, but it’s worth it. Especially when you start to dissect their heroines later.”
Piper mulled it over. “I might TRY. But no promises. These uggos are just so gross.”
Elise smirked. “Truer words were never spoken.”
While Winterrest and Sexton continued their discussion of the fans terrible life choices, the Announcer continued his duties. “And introducing their opponents, weighing in at a combined total of two hundred and forty six pounds, please welcome CHARLIE DAWSON and the Tigress of Tallong, MALLORY SLADE!”
CHARLIE DAWSON
MALLORY SLADE
Eager to cheer again after the double dose of heelishness, the fans gave Mallory and their other western visitor a rousing ovation. Along with it came Escape the Fate’s ‘One For the Money’ and Mallory and Charlie appeared a moment later, the tawny brunette stunner and her bubbly blonde partner surging through the curtain to the stage beyond. Moving full speed ahead from the outset, Slade charged halfway down the aisle then spun aside to make sure Dawson didn’t bowl her over by accident. She didn’t, but the teenager still looked a little surprised by roar of the fans and the thunder of Mallory’s music. Mal caught Charlie’s expression and nudged an elbow into her ribs. “Ready to help me ask a question, girl?” Dawson blinked, then nodded when she understood the question. Turning to opposite sides of the aisle, the raised cupped hands to their mouths and asked, “WHAT TIME IS IT, PEOPLE?”
‘IT’S TIME TO HUNT!’ they roared back.
Galvanized by the answer, Slade exploded toward the ring with Charlie hot on her heels. To kick off 2015 in style she wore a tiger print halter-style bikini top and matching bottoms, the waistband of which were adorned with an inch or so of orange and black fringe. Pads at knee and wrist were black while her wrist tape and boots were bright orange. Her hair, a shoulder length dark brown highlighted by sun-born golden blonde streaks, was pulled back in a tight ponytail more than a little evocative of a tiger’s tail.
Slinking to the far side of the ring, Mal put her right hand on the apron and made a point of draaaaaaaaagging her nails along the canvas as she walked to the other end. Upon reaching it she turned back, made her way to the middle and hopped / slid under the bottom rope. Long legs stretched out behind in a near split, Slade put her right hand down and again made a show of raking invisible furrows in tonight’s battleground. In doing so she propelled herself out of the split and into a graceful back handstand that brought in several more new fans.
Aware that her partner was still on the outside, Mallory beckoned to Dawson and called, “Wanna give my routine a try, Charlie? It’s not nearly as hard as it looks.”
Charlie very much wanted to bust out something as cool for her entrance but she was certain she’d fall on her head without plenty of practice. So she shook her head and replied, “No thanks, Mal. I do need to get outta this hoodie though. Be there in a sec!”
Swinging back to the crowd, she pulled the zipper down and shrugged the hoodie off with a little flourish, thus revealing a sky blue fightin’ two piece that earned another round of cheers from the locals. Pleased by the reception, Charlie hopped onto the apron and joined her partner for a double salute before they headed to their corner for final inspections.
The scenes in the corners were a study in contrasts as the first-time teams made last minute decisions and strategies. Over on the face side, Mal and Charlie had their heads together for a quiet conversation that showed no sign of dissent despite their rival promotions. After a single clap on the shoulder, Slade wished her partner good luck and slipped out onto the apron. There was a discussion going on the other side of the ring as well, though this one was far more one sided and animated as Piper Sexton listed all the reasons why she should take point for her squad.
“It’s my first time wrestling on the east coast, I need to make a good impression, even if they’re all mouth breathers and cellar dwellers. You’ve already had your fun with that Dawson freak, it’s totes my turn to wale on her wussy, coddled ass. And then there’s that bytch, Mallory Slade. She CHEATED the first time we fought so I owe her a beating the likes of which--”
Elise finally held up a hand, having had enough of the blonde’s mouth. “I gather you would like to start us off, Ms. Sexton?”
Piper blinked. “Duh. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. Weren’t you listening?”
“Totes. As you would say. And yet amidst all that, I never heard ‘I’d like to go first, Elise.’”
Sexton sighed and rolled her eyes. Maine. “I’d like to go first, Elise.”
Winterrest swept a magnanimous hand toward the center of the ring before stepping through the ropes to the apron. As Piper turned away, the brunette said, “I set a rather high bar with my first beating of that silly little woman child, Piper. I look forward to seeing you raise it.”
Piper would’ve answered but the bell CLANGED and her attention immediately went to Dawson, the sort of reaction that pleased Elise very much. Out on the opposing apron, Mallory started a rhythmic clap and called ‘CHAR-LIE!’ CHAR-LIE!’ trying to give her partner the support of the house in a big match against a bitter rival. Thankfully the Jungle Dwellers took it up for her and Bangor sounded a lot like Albuquerque by the time Charlie and Piper strode out to meet one another.
Raising her hands for a lock-up, Sexton rocked back on her heels only to press one hand against Dawson’s cheek and push her head to the side in a disrespectful pie-face. “I don’t give a shyt about the coast or the time zone,” the taller blonde barked in her foe’s ear while the crowd ‘ooooohhh’ed’, “I’m always gonna kick your overrated ass, no matter wherever the send us to wresNNNGGGH!”
Charlie CRAAACKED her across the face with a spunky Bytch Slap that sent Sexton stamping around in a hurt little ‘how dare you!’ circle. “Don’t worry, Piper.” Charlie chirped. “Lots of these folks have Instagram accounts too. I’ll make sure one of them sends a picture of that welt to all your friends back home. Wait, do you have any friends back ho--”
The Las Vegas native charged her with a Clothesline that Dawson ducked like it’d been telegraphed for days. Rounding on her foe a second before Piper did the same, Charlie sprang up in a gorgeous vertical leap and PWAAAKED her boots against Sexton’s mug with a Standing Dropkick. Piper went down fast and came up the same way, unfortunately for her Dawson was the tiniest bit quicker on the draw and she intercepted the bigger blonde with a flurry of Forearm Smashes to the mouth and jaw.
With Sexton properly staggered, Charlie tossed one arm over her shoulder and hooked the other between her thighs before scooping the other Desert Diva up over her right shoulder. While Charlie wasn’t known for showing off back home, she, like Sexton, felt a desire to impress the fans in Maine, so she swung around in a jaunty circle before pushing onto her toes and THWHAMMING Piper to the mat with a surprisingly big Body Slam.
The Varsity Mean Girl ‘oooofffhed’ and sat up so Dawson raced to the ropes on her six and came sprinting back shortly thereafter. Rather than simply drive a Dropkick into her foe’s back, Charlie hopped up and planted a foot on the back of Piper’s head, treating her like nothing more than a step as she continued on to the opposite set of strands. In doing so she drove Sexton’s noggin into the mat, which bounced her back to a seat and made her a prime target when the other rookie charged in and PWAAAKED her with the second Dropkick in as many minutes. Delighted by how things were going right out of the gate, Charlie scrambled back to the prone blonde and dropped onto her chest with a simple Crossbody. She hooked the far leg for good measure and cradled it up tight while the official counted…
ONE…
Piper kicked out and sat up, shoving her attacker aside in the process. “You are one delusional uggo,” she grunted, “if you think you’re going to beat me like UNNNNGGGHH!” Charlie popped off her haunches and tagged Sexton with a second Low Dropkick, one that bounced the back of her head against the thinly-sheathed plywood. Urged on by cheers from the crowd and support from her partner, Dawson got to her feet and positioned herself off Sexton’s left side. A wink to the camera (and thus the folks back home) was followed by a high back flip, one that saw her tuck her knees at the apex, then stretch out full length before she THWAPPED down with all her weight on Piper’s undefended midsection. Sexton’s legs jerked upon impact so Charlie hooked them both and held on tight through…
STANDING MOONSAULT
www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=U1IgIbsFxQc
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TWO…
Elise came through the ropes and would’ve crossed the canvas in an instant if Piper hadn’t kicked out with a full second to spare. Mallory, who’d been focusing on Winterrest as much as the action in the ring, called out, “Get your ass back on the apron, Elise. Don’t make me do it for you.”
Miss Murder froze in the midst of slinking to her corner and smirked at the tawny import. “I hope you can muster the same brass in your tone when there’s less than a whole ring between us, dear heart.”
Slade almost went for her right then, but Elise returned to the apron without another word and more importantly, Charlie was scraping Piper off the canvas. Controlling the taller blonde with a basic Wristlock. Dawson wrung that trapped arm out a few times, then glanced over her shoulder to Mal. “You interested in another piece of this one, Mallory?”
“Well, I’ve been trying to cut back on junk food, but it IS the Holidays. Bring her over here!”
Happy to do just that, Charlie stepped away, dropped her hips and slung Piper toward the least friendly corner of the squared circle. Sexton twisted around at the last second so she BWUUUNGED against the buckles back-first, not that that did much but give her a better view when Charlie rushed in and leapt onto the middle rope to her left. Pushing off the strands, the blue-clad battler cocked her right elbow up n’ back and THWUMPED it into the side of Piper’s skull. Charlie landed a heartbeat later and clapped Slade in for the first time, much to the approval of the crowd.
“Great work, Charlie.” Mal said while she drew Piper down into a Front Facelock. “Tell me, you mastered the Springboard Crossbody yet?”
Doubt flashed across Dawson’s pretty face. “Not the Springboard version, but I can do it off the corner just fine.”
The Tigress of Tallong nodded. “Works for me. Go up top and watch for the right time.” Trusting the rookie to her task, Slade marched Sexton out of the corner and slung the blonde’s near arm over her shoulders. Then she grabbed a handful of waistband, dipped her knees and lifted Piper all the way to high noon. Up on the buckles, Charlie realized what her partner had in mind so she straightened up and leapt out onto the void. Twisting sideways in mid-air, she hit Sexton’s midsection with a hearty ‘SMECK!’ that was followed by a loud ‘TWHWUMP!’ when Mallory dropped backward to finish the Vertical Suplex.
Well versed enough to remember she wasn’t the legal member of her team, Dawson immediately rolled under the bottom rope after the double team, leaving Slade to pounce on Sexton’s chest for the…
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TWO…
Mal felt the danger before she saw it and thusly abandoned the cover of her own volition with less than a second to go. Springing to her feet in the same motion, the Tigress of Tallong came face to face with Ms. Murder, the latter having stopped just shy of driving a heel into the spot so recently occupied by the back of Slade’s skull. More than ready to mix it up with the other brunette, Mallory stepped over Piper’s prone form (stepped on was more like it, as she made a point to plant her weight on the pit of Sexton’s stomach) and chested up on her would be nemesis.
“You want to start this right now, Elise?” she asked quietly. “There’s only a few seconds before the ref tosses your ass out of the ring, but I think we could make the most of it.”
The ref was indeed tugging on Winterrest’s left bicep, but she made no move to follow. “You’re right Mallory, our time is short. And while I would enjoy shredding your face, there simply isn’t time. In fact, there’s not a single gesture in the whole of human expression that would properly express my emotions in such a short span.” With that Elise turned around and strolled toward her corner, brushing the ref off as she went. Slade had *just* returned her attention to Piper when Winterrest snapped her fingers. “Oh wait! I thought of one!”
Doubling back in a flash, she darted in and spat on the Australian import’s cheek.
Hands raised even before she started to back off, Elise’s grin grew wider by the second as the official did everything humanly possible to keep Slade from tearing her limb from limb. “GET BACK HERE YOU FILTHY BYTCH!” the brunette raged from the other side of that black & white barricade. “DON’T EVEN THINK THIS IS OVER!”
Smirking from ear to ear now, Elise slipped out onto the apron and made a show of gripping the tag rope. “Oh I wouldn’t dream this was over.” she purred. “Your face is far too appealing a target to spit on only once.”
Mallory lunged and would’ve made it around the referee if he hadn’t hooked an arm across her waist and hoisted her off the canvas. “Simmer down, Mal!” he barked. “You can get her later, but right now Piper is your opponent!”
Far from satisfied but not so incensed she couldn’t see reason, Slade calmed considerably and raised her hands in temporary surrender. “All right fine. Put me down and I promise not to slaughter the slut until she works up the nerve to tag herself in.”
“Better hope you finish off the new meat before I get bored, dear!” Elise chided from the corner. “It’s clear you’re not ready to hunt big game quite yet.”
Mal clenched her jaw so tight you could see the tendons in her neck. After a deep breath she redirected her ire to Piper Sexton, who’d made it to one knee during the accidental reprieve. Transferring her rage quite easily, Mallory plunged both hands into the blonde’s hair and gave her head a hard shake en route to hauling her to boot leather. “I was never gonna take it easy on ya, Piper.” Slade admitted. “But what happens to ya now? That’s all on ElLLLNNNGGGHHH!”
Sexton buried a Kneelift in the brunette’s lower abdomen, less than a half inch above the line of her waistband. While not technically a Low Blow the result was much the same, leaving Mal knock-kneed and slowed to a crawl until the Teen Tyrant snatched her by the hair. Stuffing the crown of her head under Slade’s chin, Piper pushed onto her tiptoes and dropped abruptly to her knees to snap the brunette’s head back with a textbook Jawbreaker.
Mallory rocked back on her heels but didn’t go down, a situation Sexton found intolerable until she realized it allowed her to pile on more punishment without the hassle of picking Australian trash off the mat. Perking considerably, she closed in fast and clasped her hands behind the other woman’s neck to keep the ref from whining about another hair pull. Then she hopped up, tucked her knees against Slade’s chest and laid out on her back to THWUMP opposing rack with sternum-crunching Inverted Lungblower. Mal bounced up and flopped over onto her back, both arms already crossed tight over her compressed chest.
INVERTED LUNBLOWER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zVlOAY1wN_w&feature=player_embedded
Piper rolled to all fours and was in the midst of crawling over for a cover when a single particularly irritating voice rose over the general din of all the other losers. “Oh please Dawson, do us all a favor and shut your face.” she sneered to Charlie, who was working to drum up support for her wounded partner. “We both know you don’t want in here. So just sit there and look fugly while Elise and I pummel this koala!”
Dawson mouthed a response that her folks wouldn’t have approved of, alas that alone wasn’t enough to keep the other blonde away from her target. On her feet and circling the vulnerable battler, Sexton doled out half a dozen stomps, placing them with care to make sure each did as much damage as possible. The last, delivered to Mal’s stomach from just above her left shoulder, would’ve turned the brunette over if Sexton hadn’t pressed down to keep her in place like a bug pinned to a card. Shifting her feet to the sweaty fan of Slade’s hair once the strongest twitches had subsided, Sexton knelt down, grabbed Mallory’s wrists and stood up straight, a move that put unpleasant pressure on her foe’s shoulders and scalp, not to mention an arch in her spine.
“Give up!” Piper demanded of the groaning lovely after five or so seconds in the modified Surfboard. “Make me pull any harder and I won’t be responsible for whatever pops off, you got that, Outback Barbie?”
Mallory couldn’t do much more than twitch her head at the moment, but she made it quite clear she wasn’t about to surrender to some glorified hair pull. “Grrrrrhhhh… you’re the only plastic person in this ring, Pippi,” she grunted. “and trust me, I’m gonna burn your fake ass so much worse than the last tiMMNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Angered by the loser’s refusal, Piper raised her right foot and stomped down on Slade’s chest while simultaneously releasing her Wristlocks. Mal THUMPED into the mat, her already wheezing chest crushed between the piston of Sexton’s boot and the unforgiving plain of the canvas. Secretly hoping she could in fact finish Mallory off without having to tag in her partner, Piper pressed the sole of her stompin’ boot against the brunette’s cheek and casually fluffed her hair while the official counted….
UGGO STOMP @0:45
www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=9wa2ZmyBFCM
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TWO…
Slade swatted her foot aside at ‘TWO!’ much to the younger wrestler’s irritation. “While I admire the confidence of such a cover,” came a voice from her own corner, “I believe it will require a bit more effort to put that particular tabby down for the night. Perhaps I could be of some assistance in that regard?”
Sexton frowned. She liked Elise’s style, but she had no urge to share in Mallory’s annihilation, not after the bytch had humiliated her in what was practically her own backyard. Sensing the other’s reluctance, Winterrest added, “The cover is yours for the taking, my friend. Or her bawling surrender, whichever you desire. All I ask is a piece of her… pelt… for my trophy case.”
Sexton glanced down at Slade’s tiger striped togs and grinned evilly. “Deal. IF I get to peel ‘em.”
“Done and done. Now please, bring kitty to me.”
Piper twined her fingers in Mal’s hair and peeled her off the mat with all the ceremony of one scraping some gum off their shoe. A simple Side Headlock proved more than adequate to keep the woozy Aussie in line while Sexton stomped over to the bad side of town. Extending a hand when she got close, Piper chirped “Garbage delivery!” which actually raised a small smile from Ms. Murder.
Elise tagged in to a chorus of boos, which she totally ignored in favor of greeting Mallory with a stiff Front Facelock. “Tell me Ms. Sexton, what are your views on forced lobotomies for the terminally un-cool?”
The Varsity Mean Girl thought about her answer for all of a second. “I’m strongly for it.”
“Then join me, won’t you?” Piper did, despite strong objections from the crowd, referee and Charlie Dawson. Mocking them all with a snarky little kiss, Sexton doubled down on Winterrest’s Front Facelock and after an exchanged smirk they dropped back in stereo, the newly minted tandem using every bit of their combined weight to THWHONK the crown of Mallory’s skull into the mat. Slade bounced up straight as a tent-peg for a moment, then flopped bonelessly onto her back.
DOUBLE DDT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3rV4BeS9uQk&feature=player_embedded
Piper would’ve piled on more if the official hadn’t gotten really obnoxious about his count so she settled for smacking the Aussie’s defenseless tummy on her way back to the corner. She also advised Elise (quite loudly) to go for a cover, a suggestion that the brunette never considered for a moment. Her first encounter with this so called ‘Tigress’ was one to be savored, even if it happened to take place under the less than ideal conditions of a Tag Team match.
“Tigress.” she said the word slowly, savoring it. “That’s a rather bold appellation, don’t you think, Mallory? Tigresses are cunning, beautiful and above all DANGEROUS. They are indeed the queens of their domain, unchallenged by anything nature might throw in their path. But when I look at you, I don‘t see any such creature.” Winterrest raised one foot and scuffed a little kick off the other woman’s temple less than a second after she’d managed to sit up. “I see a tawdry, sun-baked, marginally talented young woman in an undersized two-piece who looks most at home suffering under my bootSNNNGGHH!”
Slade sat up again and pounded a straight jab into the pit of her foe’s stomach. Elise doubled up around the blow and soaked up two more in rapid succession. They didn’t back her up though and that proved unfortunate for Mallory because it meant the brunette was plenty close enough to snatch a double handful of hair. Angered by the interruption, Winterrest wrenched her prey’s head back n’ forth several times, then hopped up and drilled a brisk little Double Kneelift into her forehead. Mal’s hands went from Elise’s stomach to her own noggin, meaning Miss Murder had no problem hauling the woozy warrior to her feet.
“Bring her over here!” Piper barked as Winterrest forced Slade’s head between her thighs and followed that by Butterflying both arms. “C’mon Elise, you said I could finish the bytch off! I totes remember.”
Elise didn’t bother to look toward her corner, but she did answer in between spiking a few more knees into the other brunette’s midsection. “And so you will, Piper Sexton. While I’m afraid you’ll have to wait a bit longer for the tag, here’s something that should tide you over quite nicely.” Shifting her attention to the other side of the ring, Winterrest offered Charlie a winning smile and said, “Count your blessings, schoolgirl.” With that she dropped into a crouch, then popped her hips and tossed Mallory up ‘n over, the tiger-striped battle soaring through a gorgeous arc that was brutally truncated when she BWUUUNGED spine-first into the opposing set of turnbuckles.
MURDEROUS BUTTERFLY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dz8k0L3kMKI&feature=player_embedded
Dropped on the back of her head and shoulders by the ‘Murderous’ Butterfly, Slade didn’t register the danger of her predicament until Piper crouched down, threaded a hand beneath the middle rope and ‘SMECKED’ a five tined claw to the center of her upturned trunks.
This blatant interference proved too much for Dawson to abide, she hopped over the ropes and got halfway across the squared circle before the ref slipped an arm around her waist. “C’mon now, Charlie!” he chided. “I know you know better than that. Now get back to your corner.”
“But Piper’s setting up shop in her trunks!” the blonde protested vehemently. “Just turn around and look!”
“Good try, you’ll buzz past me as soon as I do. Just get back to the ropes and I’ll check on her.”
Charlie cringed as she watched Sexton add a second claw to the mix, this one attached to her partner’s inner thigh. “HANG IN THERE MAL, YOU CAN DO IT!” she shouted. “THAT CHEAP SKANK’S GOT NOTHIN’ ON--”
Elise drifted in behind the ref and flicked the tip of Dawson’s nose with her middle finger. It was a quintessentially juvenile thing to do and yet it got the tyro struggling like a wildcat, which was exactly what Winterrest wanted.
Turning her back on the raging blonde after a sly smile, Elise crossed the ring and yanked Slade to her feet without bothering to tell Sexton to break her hold. Snaking her right arm across Mallory’s waist and the other behind her left knee, the Jungle’s resident Serial Chiller ‘hupped’ Slade up under her right arm like she was little more than firewood. When that was settled she flicked a glance at Piper and ordered, “Tag my shoulder, then go to the top rope. Be quick about it and please, impress me with your creativity.”
Sexton tagged in at ‘impress’ and was crouched in the high rent district by the time Elise finished speaking. Elise hadn’t given her much room to maneuver but Piper didn’t mind, she’d only needed to see the angle to know how the Australian trash would suffer. Plan set, she sprang off the corner and kicked her legs up to waist level while simultaneously hooking her right arm over their victim’s chin. Winterrest dropped with them and so the THAWHAM! was all the more emphatic when Mal was planted by the combination Sidewalk Slam and Inverted DDT.
SIDEWALK SLAM & DIVING INVERTED DDT @ 4:18
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Khg8UatInec&feature=player_embedded
The impact tremor finally got the ref’s attention and he scurried over to the scene of the accident mere heartbeats after Elise dipped under the bottom rope. Unlike her partner, Piper was in no mood to play with her food, so she stretched out across Mallory’s chest and hooked both legs for the…
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TWO…
Slade kicked out and actually had the temerity to try and crawl toward her corner, despite the fact that Piper was totes blocking her way. “Scuse me, bytch. Can you not see that I am in the middle of kicking your ass? You don’t crawl away until I say so!” With the proper order quite restored, the Teen Tyrant buried both hands in Mal’s hair and dragged her to boot leather just long enough to deliver a Toe Kick. Slade doubled over in the wake of the blow, so Sexton flicked her right leg up, then down to THWHACK a stiff kick against the base of her foe’s skull. That got Slade pretty much upright again, alas it made her face prime Bytch Slappin’ real estate and Piper just couldn’t help herself. That shot swung Mallory back to her opponent’s corner, where Elise was watching the action with a small smile.
“Talented, isn’t she?”
The traumatized Tigress didn’t have the chance to respond because Piper slapped on a tight Waistlock and stuffed her head under Slade’s left arm. Sexton torqued her hips immediately thereafter to THWHUMP the Jungle standout flush on the back of her head with a Backdrop Suplex that had the Bangor regulars (not to mention Winterrest herself) clapping in spite of themselves. Mallory rolled through to a seat after the throw and damned if she didn’t reach for Charlie even though sanctuary was still several feet removed. She was still straining when Piper palmed both shoulders and forced her flat against the mat. An arrogant Crossbody followed, though Sexton did have the good sense to hook the far leg. Batting her eyes at the fuming blonde, Piper added her voice to those tolling along with the referee…
BACKDROP SUPLEX & MORE @ 3:12
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5RuAPpH_tXI&feature=player_embedded
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
Charlie Dawson endeared herself to a whole new group of fans when she leapt onto the top rope and came off with short Dropkick that caromed both heels off her rival’s forehead. So surprised to have finally landed a Springboard anything, Charlie almost forgot about the match until a fuming Piper demanded she be disqualified on the spot. The ref didn’t go that far, he was however very stern about Charlie returning to her corner, which she did after a few shouted words of encouragement to Mallory.
Utterly unimpressed with her rival’s efforts, Sexton made a little ‘blah, blah, blah’ gesture with one hand while the other busied itself twining in the Aussie’s hair. Once Slade was upright Piper gave her a little shove toward the corner and followed it with an equally derisive Bytch Slap. “Did you really think you’d get away with it, bytch stick?” (CRACK!) That you could jet into my city, (CRACK!) stroll into MY ring (CRACK!) then have the audacity to SIT on MY face (CRACK!) in the middle of that ring (CRACK!) and not pay for it with the worst beating of your life?”
Mallory had soaked up all the slaps with nothing more than a few quiet grunts, which did nothing for the blonde’s already foul mood. Now she tightened the hair hold and craaaaaaaanked Slade’s neck back at a sharp angle so she could get in real close after delivering another cheek-reddening slap. “I want an answer, princess. Or I will totes strip you down in front of these leering pig farmers and sheep fuKWWOOOAAAHHH!”
The slap-maddened Tigress dropped into a crouch and threaded an arm between Piper’s legs before muscling her onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Barely holding it long enough to hook her other arm over the back of the ingenue’s head, Slade slung her off and over while simultaneously sitting out to THWHUMP Sexton on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy a Samoan Driver. The landing sent a violent jolt through the gobsmacked battler but it wasn’t strong enough to break Mal’s grip on her cradled leg, meaning Piper stayed stacked on her shoulders through…
SAMOAN DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cjlEy4nxG94&feature=player_embedded
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Elise dove in and drilled a Double Axehandle into the base of Slade’s neck. It wasn’t that she doubted Sexton’s ability to kick out herself, she simply wanted an excuse to get her hands on Mallory again. Of course such blatant interference wasn’t to be tolerated and the ref was ordering her back to the corner even before she’d regained her footing. “Yes, yes, I’m going.” she said soothingly. “No need to shout, I can hear your whining just NNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Fed up with watching the pair of cheaters abuse her partner, Charlie Dawson exploded through the ropes and earned a loud cheer from the Bangor faithful when she leapfrogged over the oblivious referee and drilled a stubby Dropkick into Winterrest’s tits. Elise stumbled hard, hit the strands at her back and would’ve slopped out to the floor if she hadn’t hooked an arm over the top rope. Furious as soon as she realized what’d happened, Miss Murder pushed off and went straight for the teenager. “You foolish little brat! You have no idea what I’m going to do to GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!”
But the ref was not so easily dissuaded, he kept one arm snugged around Winterrest’s waist and marched her all the way to the corner. As he did so, the zebra looked over one shoulder and fixed Dawson with a hard glare. “You corner, now. Pull something like that again and I’ll disqualify you.”
Charlie felt no need to press her luck so she did as ordered, though she also started to clap, in hopes of speeding Mal’s recovery. Speaking of whom, both she and Piper were quite unaware of the drama unfolding above them, as the former was trying to shake off several minutes of punishment and the latter was still reeling after the Samoan Driver. The clapping did seem to help though, especially when the fans changed the pace to incorporate her name. ’MALL-O-RY! MALL-O-RY!’
Pushing to all fours, Slade flipped hair off her face and started crawling toward Dawson’s outstretched hand. She was in the process of getting to her feet when someone rushed by and THWHACK! Piper reeled back on spaghetti legs, her attempt to blast Charlie from the apron ending in failure when the other blonde hopped up and caromed an Enzugiri off the side of her head. Things went from bad to worse for the Varsity Mean Girl when Mallory stood up behind her and snatched a savage handful of hair. Wrenching Sexton’s head back, she tucked it under her left arm to secure an Inverted Facelock. After that she helped herself to a handful of Piper’s skirt, sank into a slight crouch and yanked up n’ back to haul the visiting lass up, over and DOWN onto her face, chest and belly with a resounding Inverted Suplex!
INVERTED SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMBIpg7dvBI&feature=player_embedded
Not pausing to savor the cheers or the heavy ‘THUD’ of brat on canvas, Slade clambered to her feet and lurched / fell into her corner, but not without swatting Charlie’s hand mid-fall. Bounding to the top rope at once, Dawson waited just long enough for Sexton to get up, then she leapt out into the lights. Only vaguely aware of where she was, Piper didn’t even get a chance to react before Charlie’s outstretched right leg took her high across the chest and drove her back to the mat with a THAWHUMP! Sexton’s legs bounced straight up when she hit the canvas and Dawson could’ve hooked ‘em to try for a cover, but the young blonde had other things on her mind.
DIVING LEG LARIAT
www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=EOxziLP3aM8
On her feet in the blink of an eye, Charlie raced to a neutral corner and hunkered down like she was lining up a Spear or some other gut-churning nastiness. Too far from the cheap-shotting brat to attempt any sort of assistance (that idiot ref was watching them all like a hawk) Elise smacked the top turnbuckle with one hand and shouted, “WATCH YOURSELF, SEXTON! DAWSON’S OFF TO YOUR LEFT SO DON’T GET NNNNNGGGGGHH!”
Charlie took off running, not at Piper, but Miss Murder. Or the ropes directly beside her, to be more precise. Hopping from the mat to the second strand in one quick motion, she jumped off, twisted roughly ninety degrees and walloped Winterrest’s chin with a Triangle Dropkick that sent the taller woman tumbling to the floor.
TRIANGLE DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0oZcroX3wM&feature=player_embedded
“Dammit Charlie, what did I tell you about that!” the official barked over the cheering crowd. “Leave her alone when she’s on the apron!”
“Oh she’s been cheating all night and you know it!” Dawson snapped back. It wasn’t like her to argue with a ref, but there was something about the dark eyed Mainer that got her blood boiling. Even so, the ref had a point. Elise couldn’t get to her from the outside and there was still Piper to deal with, it wasn’t like she didn’t have a whole lotta comeuppance coming too. So she focused on the recovering blonde and when Sexton had made it to boot leather she chided, “Looks like you’re finally gonna have to face me one on one, Piper! Think you can handle that?”
The Teen Tyrant noted the absence of a partner waiting at her corner and growled. “I don’t need her to make your life miserable, uggo. Just toddle your little hooves on over here and I’ll AGGGHHHH!”
Charlie obliged her with another high speed charge and Sexton instinctively lowered her head in the hopes of flinging her high into the stratosphere with Back Body Drop. A solid idea to be sure, in fact her left shoulder hit Dawson’s midriff with a satisfying thump. But Charlie corralled her in a Front Facelock at the same time and when Piper straightened up she couldn’t get her fellow visitor much higher than three o’clock. Whatever time she might’ve bought herself ran out immediately thereafter when Charlie swung her legs down and yanked Piper down into a THWHONKING forehead on canvas collision. Sexton somersaulted over onto her back and didn’t move until Dawson flopped down across her chest and bundled both legs for the…
JUMPING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SSfRQxaHXbU&feature=player_embedded
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
Piper twitched a shoulder up, earning herself at least another three seconds of match time and the ire of the whole arena in the process. Irked but not frustrated, Charlie helped herself to Sexton’s hair and hauled her upright before switching over to a Wristlock.
“C’mon Pip, lets show these folks what it’s like when I beat you back home!”
Pointing her blonde toward the far side of the ring, Dawson sent her off with a strong Irish Whip only to curse it a mistake when Elise hopped onto the apron from the floor. Ready and waiting when Sexton hit the strands, Elise slapped her partner between the shoulders to take her place in the match. Of course a mere tag wasn’t enough to stop Piper’s momentum, so the blonde raced back toward Charlie with a Clothesline locked n’ load-NO! Dawson left her feet in a gorgeous vertical leap, clamped her thighs around Sexton’s head with a meaty ‘smeck’, then popped her hips and tossed the other blonde flat on her back with a textbook Frankensteiner.
Elise’s presence killed any joy the teenager might’ve felt over nailing the move so perfectly, but it did serve as excellent motivation and Charlie was up and moving at once, the New Mexico native racing at Ms. Murder with another Scissors in mind, one of the Tilt-a-Whirl variety. Her execution proved as flawless as before but the follow-through hit a snag when Elise wrapped her arms around the youngster’s waist in mid-twirl, effectively freezing Dawson in an upside down belly to belly Bear Hug. Those assembled gasped in alarm as Winterrest used Charlie’s momentum to spin around in a half circle, pop up on her toes and then snap to both knees, thus THWHUNKING the crown of her foe’s skull into the mat courtesy a brutal Tombstone Piledriver.
TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER (non Tilt-a-Whirl):
www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=Nz6pNlvFMB4
Elise let loose at the moment of impact and stretched her arms wide, a grim flourish that made Dawson’s nerveless tumble to the canvas seem all the more final. Knowing full well she’d nailed every inch of the Piledriver, Winterrest swung around and planted her right knee in the hollow of the blonde’s throat. With her next breath she buried a hand in Charlie’s hair and pulled up to effectively choke the tyro with her intruding knee. The ref, who’d been about to start easing Piper back to her corner, honed in on the crowd’s distress and hurried over to investigate. Upon discovering the Stranglehold he swatted Elise’s right shoulder and barked, “Get off her neck, Elise! I’m warning you!”
“I know. And I love the sound.” she purred. “Do it again, if you would.”
Elsewhere, an aching, sulky Piper Sexton struggled to boot leather and surveyed the situation. Elise was punishing Dawson (good) and the ref was busy trying to stop her. (better) A plan was starting to come together when a voice on her left growled, “Don’t even think about it, princess. Just get your ass back to the corner before it gets you in NNNNGGGHHH!”
Piper rounded on Mallory and slapped the ever lovin’ taste out of her mouth. “NEVER TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” she bellowed. “I TELL YOU WHAT TO DO! AND I’M TELLING YOU TO GET YOUR ASS IN HERE RIGHT NOW!”
Burying her hands in the tawny brunette’s hair, Sexton hauled her up n’ over the top rope with an improvised Hair Mare that dropped Mal on her back with a sweaty ‘THWHAP!’ “Get up, bytch.” Piper snarled at the prone battler. “It’s time you got what was comin’ to you.”
The Teen Tyrant went for her foe’s hair again but spared a look to the other side of the squared circle to assess the situation. What she say pleased her very much. Elise had hauled Charlie to her knees and laid her throat-first across the middle rope. From there she’d turned to the ref and engaged him in a spirited debate about in-ring ethics, all the sitting on Dawson’s back hard enough to strangle her against the rubber-coated steel. Deciding that Winterrest wasn’t bad for an east coast rube, Sexton jerked Slade to her knees and purred, “Gonna lay you out right beside Charlie, kitty cat. You’re totes gonna look like an after Christmas Sale at the Bust-a-Bytch WorkshoPPPEERRRGGGH!”
Mal decked Piper’s chin with a wicked little Uppercut and surged to verticality before the Varsity Mean Girl could so much as stagger. A Toe Kick followed quickly, as did the Standing Headscissors and the Double Underhooking of Sexton’s arms. Forcing herself to dispose of the young blonde before checking on her partner, Slade hauled Piper up onto the point of her right shoulder in what was essentially a modified Canadian Backbreaker. No submission this however, it could’ve been the Tasmanian Driver or more likely she was looking for the Gobstopper…. or not. Turned out Mal had been thinking Tasmanian Driver, but she’d altered the delivery in a way to best deal with the menace of Piper Sexton. Turning to face the strands, she pushed up on toes and spun the vicious ingénue off her perch. The descent was short but forceful, Piper striking the top rope gut-first with a cringe inducing ‘TWAAAAAANG!’
Somehow she managed to grab hold of the ropes and that saved her from a far longer fall to the floor, at least it did until Mal drew a bead on her chin and stapled a Super Kick to it. Slade didn’t bother to celebrate, she whirled toward the far side of the ring as soon as the glassy-eyed blonde tumbled from the apron in a loose-limbed sprawl.
Blissfully unaware of her impending handicap, Elise Winterrest dragged a red-faced Charlie Dawson to her feet when the official finally got wise to her nonchalant strangling. “I think you’ve taken a rather unhealthy interest in this poor girl.” Miss Murder cooed to the zebra after trapping Dawson in a Side Headlock. “But as a referee you DO have the right to a perfect view of her suffering. Follow me, please.
He really didn’t want to (being too close to Elise for any amount of time gave him the willies) but the ref knew the brunette would cut any corner she could and he knew that both Anciline and Bethany would have his ass in a sling if Charlie suffered an injury during the talent exchange. So he followed along at a safe distance while Winterrest marched Dawson to a neutral corner and stuffed her against the buckles. “I’ve heard the office in Albuquerque is going for a more family friendly atmosphere.” Elise said to the gasping teenager. “That’s noble in a way, but potentially devastating to your long-term career if you’re not properly prepared for what awaits in Orlando. Please, allow me to enlighten you.”
‘You’ was still on her lips when Winterrest darted out a claw and affixed it to the center of the blonde’s trunks. Charlie wailed and started to struggle, alas she was out of breath and Elise controlled her with nothing more than a hand pressed against her chest. Short of temper by now, the ref issued his warning almost at once. “Get off her trunks Elise, I mean it! Either get her up or get her out!”
Winterrest stopped squeezing and looked at him out of the corner of her eye. “That is a brilliant idea, good sir. I’ve never tried to hit my finisher from the top rope before. Charlie here will make an excellent test.”
Dawson didn’t have the strength to stop her and the ref didn’t have the authority so they were forced to suffer in silence as Elise stuffed a shoulder into the visitor’s tummy and boosted her into a seat on the top turnbuckle. Climbing onto the second rope shortly thereafter, Miss Murder wedged Dawson’s head under her right arm and trapped opposing arms in a Double Underhook, just as Slade had done to Sexton not fifteen seconds prior. Once that was done she started to tug up, forcing Charlie to rise into a slight crouch so her legs didn’t get tangled with the ropes during the fall. “Don’t worry about bothering your parents with the outcome of this match, sweet Charlotte.” Elise murmured. “I’ll make sure to tweet them a lovely picture of the paramedics slipping the brace around your neCEERRGGGHHHH!”
Mallory Slade stalked up behind the snide brunette and slammed a claw grip between her thighs, brutal payback for her suffering partner. “Hey now, Mal!” the ref called. “You gotta get back to your corner!”
“And I will. Just as soon as I do this.” Abandoning the claw after another hard squeeze, Slade slipped her noggin between Winterrest’s thighs, making sure to give her undercarriage a rough Headbutt in the process. Then she wrapped her arms around Elise’s thighs and backed out the corner. “LOOK ALIVE, CHARLIE!” Mal called to her partner. “I GOT MISS MURDER STRAPPED TO THE ELECTRIC CHAIR AND YOU GOTTA THROW THE SWITCH!”
One hand pressed tight to her aching center, Charlie Dawson took a deep breath and nodded. “Can you turn her around?”
Elise shook her head frantically ‘no’, Slade had curtailed her escape attempts by seizing her wrists. “Don’t even think about it, brat! If you come off those ropes at me I’ll--”
“Oh shut up, sweetie.” Mal chirped brightly. “This is out of your hands.” With that she swung around in a half circle, meaning Winterrest had no idea what was coming, a situation she didn’t care for in the slightest.
Thankfully Charlie didn’t make her wait long to find out.
Soon as the teen was on her feet she launched herself out into the void and crooked her right arm around the back of the brunette’s neck in a loose Side Headlock. That was about the time Slade tossed Elise from her shoulders , leaving the defenseless beauty to THWHAM down flat on her face, chest and belly as victim of a ring-shaking Doomsday Bulldog.
“Hit her again, Charlie!” Mal urged after her partner rolled away from their splattered, starfished opposition. “Elise is a world class bytch, but she’s tough as nails. You gotta make sure she stays down.”
The ref punctuated his warning by ordering Slade back to the corner, though he turned back to the action before she’d even made it halfway there. Momentarily unaware of her aches and pains, Charlie scrambled over to Elise, snatched a double handful of hair and hauled her to verticality. Immediately thereafter she whirled around, reached over her right shoulder with both hands and captured the woozy brunette in a Three Quarters Facelock. “Tweet this, you mean jerk.” Dawson dropped into a deep crouch and launched herself up n’ over, a soaring back flip that sent her over Winterrest’s shoulders with the Facelock still intact. Said Facelock proved Elise’s undoing as it was the tether that ripped her from her moorings and THAWHAMMED her down flush on the back of her head and shoulders. Planted on her tush directly above the splattered Jungle talent, Charlie hooked Elise’s legs behind the knees and leaaaaaaaaaaned way back while the ref tolled…
LEFT TURN AT ALBUQUERQUE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0X3T8UYby-0&feature=player_embedded
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The Bangor faithful went nuts, treating the blonde visitor like one of their own as the Announcer shouted, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall, MALLORY SLADE AND CHARLIE DAWSON!”
Charlie was still processing what’d happened when Mallory charged over and swept her into a hug. “Great work, Charlie! Absolutely aces!”
Dawson hugged her back, then took the brunette’s hand and raised it overhead, much to the delight of the fans. “Thanks Mal,” she panted, “I couldn’t have done it without you. She was really kicking my ass.”
“Happy to assist. But you’re not giving yourself enough credit, you’d have thought of something. You’re damned tough for someone with a curfew.”
Charlie smiled a little harder, not giving a damn that it made her face hurt. “You’re pretty tough yourself. Oh, sorry to poach Elise from ya, I knew you wanted to lay her out yourself.”
Mal only swatted her shoulder. “Think nothing of it. I knew from the second she walked through the door that I was destined to have a wrangle with that witch. I’ll get my chance at her soon enough. Just like you’ll get your hands on Piper.”
Charlie started to answer but fell silent when her attention was drawn by something outside the ring. “Might be even sooner than you think,” she told Slade.
Planted on shaky feet near the base of the ramp, Elise Winterrest kept one arm wrapped around the back of her head while the other hand gripped the apron for support. “You… you’ve just made the worst mistake of your life, Mallory Slade.” Miss Murder hissed. “I’m going to take you apart piece by piece and I’ll make it last a very, VERY long time. As for you.” she focused her gaze on Charlie and the blonde stepped back before she could tell herself to stand firm. “If you ever come back here I’ll make sure you leave in an ambulance.” Treating the Tigress of Tallong to a last, withering look, Elise spun around on her heel and stalked up the ramp without so much as a glance at her slowly recovering partner.
“Jeeze, I think I made a mess of things.” Charlie muttered after the brunette had gone. “Doesn’t seem fair that I can’t stick around to help clean it up.”
Mal wrapped an arm around the teenager’s shoulders and drew her in for a final hug. “No offense Charlie Dawson, but I prefer to hunt alone. The fact that you’ve bloodied Elise’s pert little nose makes her all the more dangerous… and all the more satisfying to take down. You stalk your prey and I’ll stalk mine. Deal?”
Charlie honed in on Piper, who was giving her a serious stink eye from about halfway up the ramp. Feeling an odd little thrill at the prospect of taking Sexton down on their home turf, she realized Slade was onto something with the whole ’hunting alone’ thing. “Deal. Now lets take our lap and get outta here. I wanna wash off the jerk stink, then paint this town red… well, as red as I can without drinking.”
“You just pointed Elise’s ass to the lights for the first time in a very long time, Charlie. That makes you the queen of Bangor for the weekend and I mean to make sure you’re treated accordingly.”
With that the pair of friends set off on their circuit of the turnbuckles to make sure the fans were properly saluted before they slipped through the ropes and headed back up the ramp.
