Post by SammieSinclair on Mar 2, 2015 9:58:10 GMT
The Jungle had ended February with a great card, one featuring action so fierce it actually made folks forget about the snow piled up to their windowsills, at least for a little while. It seemed impossible that there’d be any more for the roster to offer after more than two hours of matches and yet the Announcer did just that when he stepped into the spotlight for the last time that evening. “Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event of the evening! The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Belasco Maine, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-three pounds. They call her Miss Murder, ELISE WINTERREST!”
OUT OF THE BLACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_d_C5b-BD4
Boos from the floor seats to the rafters as the Bangor Civic Auditorium filled with the pounding, staccato drumbeat of Royal Blood’s ‘Out of the Black’. Elise arrived in time with the drums, the Jungle’s newest predator and early frontrunner for Bytch of the Year, 2015, stalked into view. Exponentially colder than the weather outside, Winterrest’s dark aura brought a chill to all in sight, even those armoured in their heaviest parkas and anoraks. As if that wasn’t disconcerting enough, the house lights abruptly went down, then blazed forth in an eerie, fiery red. Pleased with the concerned murmurs issuing from the crowd, Elise made her way down the aisle, all while patently ignoring the grubby hands yearning to experience the slightest bit of her chill.
ELISE WINTERREST:
For her encounter with a certain reprobate Tigress, the bendy-backed brunette wore a short shift of black silk that shined like oil in the flickering red light. Dresses were verboten with most wrestling fans, however this one was tolerated because the regulars knew what waited beneath it. Not obscured at the moment were her pads, a matching set at elbow and knee, and gleaming black boots that ended an inch south of her knee. Inscribed vertically along one side of each boot was a single word in a dark, ominous red: ‘Redrum’.
Standing in the shadow of the squared circle, Elise stopped to face one of the beguiled locals but when he extended a hand she moved in close and held a finger to his lips, an eerie bit of control that echoed the line pouring through the speakers. ‘So don’t breathe when I talk, ‘Cause you haven’t been spoken to.’ 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 centre of the ring without so much as a backwards glance.
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 Icy Manipulator 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. The lights returned once her battle attire was properly revealed so Elise Winterrest padded to the far corner and settled in to await the arrival of a woman who dared declare her prey.
Once Royal Blood faded away, the Announcer raised his mic a second time. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Tallong, Queensland Australia, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is the Tigress, MALLORY SLADE!”
ONE FOR THE MONEY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nelJaBym7cs
MALLORY SLADE:
Thankful for the prospect of a scorching heat source after dealing with Winterrest‘s frigid arrival, the fans cheered heartily as Mallory’s name echoed through the rafters. Along with their love came Escape the Fate’s ‘One For the Money’ and Mallory appeared a moment later, the tawny brunette stunner bursting through the curtain. Already moving at a dead run, Slade made it halfway down the aisle before she even considered hitting the brakes. Whirling in a circle, she took in the whole of the Jungle as she asked, “WHAT TIME IS IT, PEOPLE?”
‘IT’S TIME TO HUNT!’ they roared back.
Redlining even more so than usual at the prospect of hooking her claws into Miss Murder, Slade blazed into motion as soon as the call was answered, lest her own kinetic energy prove too much to bear. For tonight’s safari 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. Offering old and new a final pumped fist, Slade finally turned her attention to Elise and promptly extended a hand in her direction. Index finger raised, she beckoned Winterrest forward in hopes of dispensing with the final inspections. Alas, Elise didn’t rise to the bait and Mal was forced to wait in her corner while the ref checked over their boots, pads and wrist tape.
The Bangor crowd had been raucous from the start but they got that much louder when the bell CLANGED and Mallory Slade started out of her corner. Seemed they’d been waiting for the Tigress to get her hands on Miss Murder ever since Elise first walked through the door and tonight they were getting their wish.
As for the other half of this dangerous equation, she watched Slade walk her down with as much interest as one might give a piece of trash flitting into the gutter. While Winterrest gave serious consideration to dipping through the ropes to force Slade back, she decided against it for one simple reason. That impudent wisp of fluff had allowed none other than Charlie Dawson to pin her shoulders to the mat and that was the sort of slight Elise Winterrest never forgot or forgave. So she pushed off the turnbuckles and went left, making sure the Aussie import couldn’t just cut the ring in half.
Mallory noted this and adjusted accordingly. She didn’t rush blindly into the clench but she didn’t slow down either, the Tigress kept on closing the distance until-- Elise stopped dead in her tracks and extended a hand to her rival. “I get the distinct impression this is going to get very ugly, very quickly,” she told Slade, “so perhaps a touch of civility beforehand is an order?”
Those assembled booed heartily, warning Mal against what was an almost certain sneak attack. Even so, the tawny stunner reached for Winterrest’s hand after a moment of hes-CRAAACK! Her hand flicked up, tagging the brunette across the mouth with a head-swiveling Bytch Slap that delighted the fans. “Did you REALLY think I’d shake your hand, girl?” Mallory snarled. “After everything I’ve seen you do, how stupid do you think I am?”
Dark eyes glowing like hurricane lamps, Elise wiped the back of one hand across her stinging lips. “You cost me a match against that after school special, Mallory Slade. My estimation of your intelligence couldn’t be lower.”
Mal bared her teeth in a feline grin. “You’re the one who accepted this match, sweetheart. How smart can you NNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Elise pivoted, lunged and slammed her right elbow into the side of Slade’s head. The Tigress of Tallong only staggered a little, mostly because Winterrest snatched hold of a wrist to keep her close. Tethered to Elise, Mallory couldn’t stop the brunette from shouldering her away, then tugging her forward into a second Back Elbow. Her knees shimmied, but Slade steadied them quickly enough and PWAAAKed a fist into the American’s tummy in hopes of freeing herself. Elise grunted, shook it off and jammed her left shoulder into Mal’s sternum. The third Back Elbow really put Slade on her heels, so Elise reeled her in one more time and decked her with a Short-Arm Clothesline that put Mal on her back.
Stunned by the early barrage, Slade rolled onto her stomach to defend against a cover, which worked like a charm until Winterrest drilled a short stomp into the back of her head. “Did you think you could disrespect me like you did and live a long, healthy life?” Elise scoffed. “Why, you’re lucky I held off for as long as I did!” She pulled a foot back, then snapped it forward into Mallory’s ribs, a nasty little punt that knocked the other brunette onto her back. Sauntering around to position herself above Slade’s head, Elise raised a foot, but let it hang while she pointed a finger at the official. “This is not a pin. Are we clear?” Correctly assuming he was, Miss Murder touched her heel to Mal’s forehead and ground it in a little. “I’ll offer you one chance, not because I’m feeling merciful but because after less than a minute I’ve come to understand you’re not worth my time. Apologize at once and I’ll finish you far more quickly than you deseWHUUNNNGGH!”
Mallory grabbed hold of Elise’s ankle, wrenched it off her face and twisted to one side, all the better to drop her attacker on her face, chest and belly. Winterrest grunted and pushed up on her palms almost at once, unfortunately she didn’t get to roll onto her back because Slade (who’d scrambled to her feet the instant Elise went down) yanked her right leg off the mat and drove it down as hard as she could, just THUNKING the brunette’s knee into the thinly-padded plywood with a Stump Puller.
Winterrest hissed and tried to roll over again, alas Mal would have none of it. Holding the cruel bytch’s ankle up while keeping her knee pressed to the mat, Slade stepped over with her left leg and dropped to one knee, effectively trapping Elise’s lower leg between her own with an awkwardly angled Scissors. “I’m not going to ask you to take the easy way out.” Mal noted in between sharp, derisive smacks to the back of her foe’s head, “I’m just going to tie you in knots until you realize submission isn’t just the easy way… it’s the ONLY way.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, kitten.” Elise reached back with one hand, trying to find purchase in Slade’s hair even though the angle was bad. “I’m not some defenceless ball of yarn that’ll just sit here while you play with NNNGGGHH!” Mallory drilled a Forearm Smash against the back of Miss Murder’s skull, then slipped her left arm around the grounded battler’s chin and locked her hands to complete the STF.
STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmSPo6EBW14
Remarkably calm in spite of the pressure placed on her knee, neck and upper back, Elise picked and prized at the Crossface, but couldn’t break Ma’s grip, especially not with the Aussie occasionally yanking the hold back n’ forth. Winterrest finally voiced a little snarl of pain and when she did the ref was there to ask Mal Slade’s favourite question. “What do you say, Elise? Want to give it up?”
Winterrest waggled a finger, then curled both hands into claws and gouged them into the mat. Mal didn’t try to stop the American as she dragged herself toward the ropes but she did make the journey highly unpleasant by craaaaaaaaaaaanking back on the Facelock and regularly squeezing those oddly-angled Scissors. Even so, Winterrest made it to the edge in relatively short order and her voice was obnoxiously composed when she hooked an arm over the bottom rope and said, “Would you be so kind to get this feral slut off of me, Mr. Referee?”
Though his request was couched in much nicer language, the ref made it clear that Mallory had to let go, which she did after forcing the poor dope to reach ‘FOUR!’ on his count. Breaking the Facelock without complaint, Mal raised her hands to shoulder level, then got to her feet and backed off nice and slow.
Elsewhere, Elise pushed to one knee and massaged the base of her neck for a few seconds before pushing to boot leather. “So what exotic, dangerous beast have you subdued with that particular maneuver?” Winterrest smirked. “A lion? A komodo dragon? Or perhaps a rampaging tri-delt sorority sister?”
“All three, actually.” Mal snarked right back. “But more recently I’ve been using it to tame mouthy assholes in need of a little humility.”
Elise took a half step off the ropes and raised her hands, all but daring the other woman to join her. “Ooooooh, my dear, deluded little tigress. You could no sooner tame me than you could the tame the cold itself. You may very well be a predator, but I am a force of nature you will--”
Mallory lunged forward and swept Elise into the first Lock-Up of their battle. Pushing and shoving against the hated other, Slade and Winterrest stamped around in angry little circles until Elise twisted her hips and slung / marched the Tigress into the nearest corner. Pressing in as close as she could, Miss Murder made Mal’s personal space her own, gleefully forcing blistering belly to belly contact until the ref stepped up and patted her shoulder.
“Enough of that, Elise. Let her go and get it out of the corWHOAH!”
Elise might’ve complied with the request but Mallory didn’t give her the time. Rather she thrust her way off the buckles, torqued her hips and BWUUUNGED Winterrest into a corner still warm with her body heat. Quick to return the not so subtle ‘my tummy’s tighter than yours’ grind, Mallory raised the stakes by plunging one claw into Elise’s hair and tracing the other up and down her foe’s ribs. “You may intimidate everyone else on this roster,” she purred into Winterrest’s hate congested face, “but when I look into your eyes all I see is a scratching post.”
Miss Murder didn’t answer with words but she did try to wedge a knee between her attacker’s thighs. Try being the operative word as Slade recognized the would be cheap shot and short-circuited it with a Headbutt that watered Elise’s eyes. Aware that the ref would soon be telling her to back it up, the Aussie import decided to give herself several more legal seconds in the corner by hopping onto the second rope. Still controlling Winterrest’s hair with one hand, she curled the other into a fist and raised it high overhead. “COUNT WITH ME, BANGOR!” she bellowed. “I WANT HER TO HEAR EVERY ONE OF THESE!”
Oh so willing to oblige this request, the Jungle Dwellers sucked in a breath and let it out as ‘ONE!’ the instant Mallory’s knuckles struck Elise’s forehead. Things progressed as one might expect, with the chorus reaching ‘NINE!’ before Slade doubled down on her hair-hold to force Winterrest’s cheek against the gulping bellows of her midsection. “You don’t feel so icy at the moment, girl. In fact, your cheeks are so hot I’d bet good money you’re about to burst into WHNNGGHH!”
Elise wrapped her arms around Slade’s upper thighs, locked her hands and took a single big step out of the corner. Then she pushed onto her toes, shifted to one side and dropped the startled beauty into a BWUUUNGING face-on-buckle collision.
Mallory’s head snapped back but she managed to keep her feet, a condition that proved problematic when Elise spiked a Toe Kick into her navel. Presented with the whole of her foe’s back, the Icy Manipulator slipped her arms under Mal’s biceps and laced her fingers together to cinch on the Double Underhook. Knees bent deep, Winterrest popped her hips to toss Mallory up, over and BWUUUNG! The arc of her descent was cut off just past the apex as Slade slammed into the unyielding corner and promptly fell to the mat with all the grace of a dropped rock.
MURDEROUS BUTTERFLY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dz8k0L3kMKI
Left in an ungainly matchbook by the ‘Murderous’ Butterfly, Slade didn’t notice Elise getting up and sidling up the ropes. Didn’t notice her grabbing the top in both hands and putting a foot on the middle. Didn’t notice her dipping down to get more ‘oomph’ when she pushed off her plant foot. But she damned well sat up and took notice (in the form of a wailing shriek) when Elise’s left knee THWHUMPED against her vulnerable groin. Slade flopped onto her side and curled into a tight ball, the only saving grace being the pain had curled her so tight it was pretty much impossible for Winterrest to put her on her back.
Elise realized this quickly enough and took it as a sign that the mewling coward hadn’t suffered enough. Seizing control of Mal’s right ankle, Miss Murder stood up and proceeded to draaaaaaaaaaaaag her burden to the centre of the squared circle. Once they were well away from the safety of the ropes, Winterrest unleashed kick after kick on her opponent’s glutes and upper thighs and she didn’t stop until the other brunette’s leg was fully extended at a wide, unpleasantly awkward angle. “It’s a curious thing Mallory Slade.” Elise’s tone was oddly introspective as she spoke to the cringing battler, “I tend not to make promises because, well, I enjoy my reputation as a pathological liar. But against you I feel oddly compelled to make a vow, so silence your whimpering and listen well. If there are to be tears shed on this canvas tonight, they will all belong to you. On that, you have my word.”
Slowly recovering from the Knee Drop, Slade tried to tug her foot from Elise while simultaneously firing weak kicks with her free foot. Neither tactic proved successful, so she calmed down and took a deep breath. That’s a bold statement, tuff girl. Hope you don’t take it personal when I make you break it. Or when I break your legs.”
Elise’s smile showed too much tooth to make the ref entirely comfortable. “Oh, but I would. I consider your professional existence a personal affront and therefore I will do whatever necessary to end it as quickly and painfully as possible. Like so.”
Maintaining her control on the Tigress’s right foot, Winterrest shifted her position so that she standing on the inside of her foe’s leg, with Slade’s wedged in tight against the pits of her knees. From there Elise moved one hand from Mal’s foot to between her own legs so could cradle the Australian’s calf. Her other hand joined shortly thereafter and then Winterrest dropped to her back and crossed her ankles.
MURDEROUS LEGBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xcWZlC5ZgTs
“AAAAHHHH SSSHHIHHHYYYYTTTT!” Mallory flailed like she’d been touched with a live wire, the usually composed wrestler writhing in anguish as the ‘Murderous’ Legbar did its work. The reason for her distress wasn’t immediately clear to all sides of the arena, but those viewing from the right angle saw that Winterrest was pulling her prey’s captured knee toward her while also pushing away with her legs, effectively trying to draw Mal’s protesting joint into a space it couldn’t occupy at an angle it couldn’t tolerate. But even if they didn’t understand why it hurt, the fans knew their heroine was in deep trouble and they attempted to bolster her spirits with a resounding ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ chant.
The ref was of a similar mindset, yet it was his duty to keep the competitors safe, so he dropped to one knee and asked, “What do you say, Mal? Need me to cal it?”
Slade shook her head ‘no’. “Just need you to give me some room to work, Harry.” she grimaced. “Elise has a nasty bite, but it’s nothing I can’t hanDEERRGGGHH!”
Winterrest wrenched her knee again and Mallory had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming. Quite serene for someone doling out the agony, Elise blew a strand of hair off her face and murmured, “Mallory, Mallory, Mallory. The sooner you realize I’m nothing like any of the decrepit beasts in that roadside pit or any of the no talent hacks you beat to get here, the sooner you’ll stand a chance of actually NNNNGGHHHHHH!”
Slade snatched the knot of Elise’s ankles in her left hand, braced the right against the mat and pushed as hard as she could. Doing so raised her high enough to plant her left knee and stay that way. It didn’t do a damned thing for the pressure on her right knee (in fact it seemed to be worse, if that was possible) but Mal ignored it because the new angle allowed her to rear back and just clout Winterrest’s tits with half a dozen stiff Forearm Smashes.
Give the devil her due, Elise tried to stop the jailbreak by pulling on Mallory’s knee that much harder, unfortunately it wasn’t enough and she had to give up her grip to raise a guard against the other brunette’s bludgeon. Awash in blessed relief as soon as Winterrest let go, the Tigress of Tallong plunged both hands into her rival’s hair and dragged Miss Murder upright, being very careful to keep all her weight on her left leg as she did so.
A Kneelift to the stomach doubled Elise over and allowed Mal to hook her right bicep with her left arm with no real problem. Cupping the other brunette’s chin in her other hand, Slade leaned left, then twisted right, shooting under Winterrest to turn her over and DOWN onto the back of her head with an emphatic Swinging Neckbreaker. Rolling to her knees a heartbeat later, Mallory floated over into a Crossbody and hooked the far leg for…
SWINGING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WzfWoBG45DY
ONE!
TWO!!
Elise shot her shoulder up at ‘TWO!’ a stern reminder of her own wherewithal. Slade nodded, shoved the woozy wrestler onto her belly and climbed into a seat in the hollow of her back. Grabbing hold of her elbows, she peeled Winterrest’s upper body off the mat and angled her arms across her thighs to keep them out of the way. But rather than go for the standard Chinlock she slipped her left hand under Elise’s left armpit to apply a Half Nelson. Winterrest had never shared a ring with Slade before the debacle in December, but she’d been watching tape for months and she knew enough to start thrashing, she needed to get the Aussie off her perch before-- Elise let out a little snarl of pain and disgust when Mallory reached over with her right hand and grabbed hold of her left wrist. Pulling Miss Murder’s arm tight against her own neck, Mal pulled back on her foe’s wrist and bounced in her seat, exacerbating the constriction on her throat and the curvature of her spine with the oddly named, unquestionably effective Platypus Clutch.
At least temporarily neutralized by the painful combination, Elise could only waggle a finger ‘no’ when the official asked if she wanted to surrender. “She might not wanna give up,” Mal told the zebra, “but she’s gonna have to sooner or later. Elise’s might be bendier than most, but she’s not so spineless she can GRRRHHHH!”
Winterrest slipped her right arm off Slade’s thigh and immediately reached up to tug at her tormentor’s hair. “Off the hair, Elise.” the ref said at once. “C’mon, don’t make me count.”
Slade smirked despite the burn in her scalp. “Don’t worry about the count. Sweetie’s gonna let me go real soon because she knows the ropes are the only way out. Isn’t that right, Elise?”
Much as it galled Winterrest to admit it, the Australian bytch was right. Pulling hair wasn’t going to get the job done and just staying in the ring meant unconsciousness or serious damage to her back. So she obliged the ref after a final tug and braced that hand against the mat. This did nothing for the hurt in her spine, it did however allow her to shift some weight off her knees, which made it at least a tiny bit easier to gain a few inches of ground. The going was intolerably slow and made all the more unpleasant for the ceaseless ‘TAP!’ chants from the morons in the stands. Seeking to disappoint them as quickly as possible, Elise made her way across the mat in less than thirty seconds, a pace which irritated Mal Slade to no end. Breathing the tiniest bit easier once the ropes were within range, Winterrest dragged herself a little bit closer and, “NOOOOO YOU BYTCH!”
An uncommon burst of emotion from the Maine native when Mallory got to her feet and dragged Elise back to the middle of the ring with the Platypus Clutch now converted to the more serpentine Cobra Clutch. “There’s an easy way outta your current predicament, girl.” Slade cooed to her struggling rival. “Just tap out a little song my thigh or my foreaEERRRGGGHH CHEAP SLUT!”
The Icy Manipulator stamped on Mallory’s left foot and twisted her heel, doing all she could to mash toes and anything else in the way. Slade endured the pain by slamming a pair of Headbutts into the back of Elise’s neck. That allowed her slip her foot free so she celebrated by dipping down and pushing up on her toes, which in turn yanked Winterrest clear off her feet. Releasing the other brunette’s captured wrist at the apex, Mallory swung into place on Elise’s left side and laid out on her tummy, thus adding her own momentum to the considerable THWHAM when opponent hit the mat. Winterrest’s legs popped into the air, a perfect target for Slade, who wedged her shoulders into the pits of opposing knees to keep Elise folded and vulnerable through…
COBRA CLUTCH SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0RwrCXa8Jqg
ONE!
TWO!!
THRNOOOO!
Winterrest bucked her clear and turned onto her side in hopes of preventing another cover and more punishment to her aching back. She succeeded on both counts, but failed to stop Mallory from helping herself to a double handful of hair. From there the Tigress scraped her brunette off the mat and promptly spiked a pair of sharp Kneelifts into Elise’s back. Miss Murder stumbled forward, started to twist around into the pressure but came up short when Mallory abandoned the hair hold for control over each wrist. Wrenching the American’s arms behind her in an awkward ‘V’, Slade lifted one foot, planted her heel in the small of Winterrest’s back and just kept pouring it on with the Surfboard.
“Go ahead and tap out when it really starts to hurt, girl.” Mal taunted. “Probably wanna go ahead and do that before your voice cracks.”
Elise grimaced and shook her head to keep the ref at bay. Once he was gone, she muttered, “I might consider that when it starts to hurt. It is supposed to hurt, isn’t it MallRRRGGGHHHH!”
The Tigress pulled her foot away then jabbed it into Elise’s back, earning a loud shout of pain in the process. Mallory followed that with a few more seconds of tugging on the Surfboard and a second kick for good measure. Tossing Elise’s wrists down only when she knew the other brunette was good and tenderized; Slade moved in off her foe’s left side and reached over her shoulder with both hands to trap Winterrest’s head in a Three Quarter Facelock. “Those legs of yours had better hold up a little while longer.” she threatened. “You’re not gonna like what happens if I have to pick your skinny ass off this mat.”
No response from Elise, so Mallory pointed herself at the nearest corner and took off with Winterrest straggling alongside. Moving at a good clip when she reached her destination, Slade hopped up, planted a foot on the second turnbuckle and would’ve ‘walked’ her way to the top if the Icy Manipulator hadn’t twisted loose and THWHACKED Slade across the chest with a Clothesline that dropped the Tigress square on the back of her head.
SLICED BREAD # OUCH @ 00:52
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kRRUsQy1bD0
Though she was nothing short of delighted to see the tawny stunner writhing at her feet, Elise knew her back was in bad shape and she needed to strike before it stiffened any further. To that end she stomped on Mallory’s chest on general principle, then bent down and twined her fingers in the wounded woman’s hair. “Remember what you said when we were standing face to face when this match started?” Winterrest seemed generally interested, though whether in the question or tearing Mal’s hair out by the roots was unclear. “You said when you looked at me all you saw was a scratching post. Well that reminds me, I lost my favourite emery board earlier this week and I haven’t had a chance to replace it.”
Stationed behind the rattled battler, Elise tucked her head under Slade’s left arm and curled her right arm around the Aussie import’s waist. A firm grip on Mallory’s left knee signalled not a Backdrop Suplex, but a worrisome bit of lift ‘n carry that saw Slade seated on the middle rope facing the audience. Hooking Mallory’s arms over the top strands so she couldn’t get away without a lot of hassle, Winterrest curled her hands into claws and savagely raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaked them down her opponent’s back.
“Ref!” she called as the worst of the sting started to fade. “I’m in the ropes! Get her bacKAAAAAAAOOOOOOWWW!”
Elise scored her back twice more in rapid succession, the smirking beauty putting more weight behind her lashings to make sure the welts showed clear on Slade’s bronzed back. “Yes, you ARE in the ropes.” Winterrest chided between scorings. “For an admittedly short stretch of time (RAKE!) but I bet I can make it feel (RAKE!) nothing (RAKE!) short (RAKE!) of (RAKE!) endless!” (RAKE!)
“Ok Elise, that’s enough! Get her out of the ropes!” the ref demanded after the last round of clawing threatened to raise blood beads on Mallory’s back.
Acquiescing to the order with a polite little nod, Elise ran a hand across her chest, then flattened it into a paddle and CRAAACKED a Bytch Slap between her prey’s shoulders. Mallory shrieked with pain, but got cut off when Winterrest laced both hands tight across her mouth. Leaning in close, Miss Murder whispered, “Who’s the scratching post now, kitten?” The taunt had barely registered in Slade’s brain when Elise leapt, forced her knees into the other woman’s back and laid out to bring Mallory THWUMPING down on her upraised knees in a heartless Lungblower.
ROPE HUNG LUNGBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QeQhqYiHdqk
Slade bounced off, tumbled onto her stomach and started to crawl across the mat as best she could with one hand pressed to her traumatized vertebrae. Behind her, Elise rolled over, pushed to one knee and gauged the situation. The pragmatic part of her mind told Miss Murder to finish the wounded Tigress on the spot, but the vengeful voice, the one that’d shrieked aloud when Charlie Dawson pinned her in the centre of this very ring, told her to make Slade suffer a little while longer.
Elise mulled the seemingly contradictory orders for mere heartbeats before deciding she could oblige both. Resisting the urge to tease Mallory with her impending doom, Winterrest got to her feet and dipped out onto the apron so she could climb the nearest corner. Slade was still moving by the time Elise reached the high rent district; she just hadn’t gone nearly far enough to get out of the other brunette’s blast radius. Perched high above the patch of canvas she liked to call her own, Winterrest raised her right arm overhead and made a show of pulling that elbow pad down to her forearm. “It’s said that a straw is what broke the camel’s back.” she murmured to no one in particular. “Being considerably more ferocious, it stands to reason that Tigresses would require far sterner measures.”
Those ‘sterner measures’ entailed a beautiful leap into the void, followed by the precise application of her right elbow (now folded into a narrow ‘V’) to the centre of Mallory’s injured spine. Unaware of the threat until it literally crashed down on her, the Australian import let out a bloodcurdling shriek of pain and flopped over if only to arch her spasming back. With eyes shut tight and both hands pressed to the point of impact, Slade didn’t realize Elise had claimed her ankles until the Jungle Dwellers let loose with a worried shout.
Wising to the threat in an instant, Mal gouged her elbows into the mat and crab-walked as fast as she could. Startled by the other brunette’s quick reaction, Elise managed to maintain control over Slade’s feet, but she couldn’t stop her from hooking an arm around the bottom rope. “Let go of me, bytch.” Mallory grunted with obvious relief. “I’m in the ropEEERRGGGHHHHH!”
Elise wrenched her prey’s stems apart, raised a foot and SPIKED her heel into the Tigress’s crotch.
“HEY!” the ref barked, his indignation all but lost amidst the howls of Mallory and the crowd. “What do you think you’re doing, Elise! You can’t go at her trunks like that!”
Winterrest flashed him her most winning smile. “No? It seems I just did. And as for you….” she looked into Mal’s pain-crimped face and purred, “…you’re not in the ropes. You’re right where I want you.”
As such she tore the protesting battler free from her lifeline and draaaaaaaaaagged her out into the deep water of centre ring. With Slade removed from any threat of sanctuary, Elise slung her brunette’s left shin across her right leg in a loose figure four, then twisted around and hooked her own right ankle across Mallory’s exposed left foot. This grip and a little manoeuvring turned the Tigress onto her stomach while Winterrest dropped to one knee and cupped her hands under Mal’s chin. Elise let them all think about it for a heartbeat or two before wrenching up on the Chinlock to complete the sadistic lovechild of Camel Clutch and Figure Four she called Justifiable Homicide.
JUSTIFIABLE HOMICIDE @ 1:30
www.youtube.com/watch?v=b8iZH5V3zng
Locked down by her pinioned leg and that damned clasp on her chin, Mallory had to keep both hands against the mat to alleviate even the tiniest bit of pressure on her neck and back. Unfortunately what little succour it provided was offset by the fact that it left her with no way to get back to the ropes or even squirm against Elise’s grip. Shaking her head ‘no’ when the ref asked if she wanted to quit, Mal forced her right hand off the canvas and reached back to “AARRRGGAAAAHHHHH FAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Elise craaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on Slade’s chin and it took everything in the Tigress’s power to grab hold of her tormentor’s wrist instead of tapping out. “Your pride is admirable, kitten.” Winterrest admitted to Mallory. “But pride won’t do a damned thing to get you out of this. And it won’t do shyt to heal a twisted knee or a sprained neck.” To prove it she hooked two fingers into each side of Mal’s mouth and jostled her head so violently it made even the most jaded fans cringe in sympathetic anguish.
Keening like a fire siren, Mallory pulled her other hand off the mat and curled it around the back of her head in hopes of easing the ungodly pain blossoming in her neck. Doing so stopped the whiplash, what it did not do was address the torque on her back, which was slowly but surely contorting into a tipped over ‘L’. “You’re starting to piss me off, kitten.” Winterrest said to the tortured woman at the centre of her human knot. “And bad things… MURDEROUS things… happen when I get pissed off. So you’re going to tap out… or you’re going to scream out. Which is it, Slade?”
Trapped in one of the most painful predicaments she’d ever experienced, Mallory Slade abruptly went stone still. After a moment she slipped a finger into the curve of Elise’s hooks and very slowly removed them from her cheeks. Breath coming in hoarse, ragged gasps, she answered, “Hehh… heh… if I scream… kitten… it’ll be right before I sink my teeth into your neCKEEEEERRRRGGAHHHHHH GAAAAAHHHDD DAAAMMMN!”
Winterrest shifted her left foot, which had been planted against the mat so she could wedge that knee into the small of Mallory’s back and apply more pressure than ever. Hating the sound of the scream boiling up from her throat, Slade held on for perhaps ten more seconds before the anguish finally overwhelmed the last of her reserves. With no thought to pride, she flattened her right hand into a paddle and slapped the mat three times.
The ref saw it because the bell CLANGED at once. The crowd saw it because they started to boo just as quickly. Elise though, she must’ve had dust in her eyes or something because she made no move to break her grip. “LEGGO YOU BYTCH!” Slade wailed when she understood Elise wasn’t quite through with her yet. “LEGGO, I TAPPED OUT!”
Elise cocked her head like she was hard of hearing. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you over all that cowardly screaming.” She abandoned the Chinlock in favour of dual handfuls of dark hair that did nothing for the kink in Mallory’s neck.
This punishment could’ve continued for a very long time if the official hadn’t rushed back and started worrying at Miss Murder’s grip. “Break it, Elise! Break it right now or I’ll reverse the decision!”
“Oh, well we certainly can’t have that, can we?” The Icy Manipulator tossed Mal’s head down with a low THWHUNK, untangled her legs and casually rose to her full height as the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… ELISE WINTERREST!”
Remarkably pleased with the sound of her name echoing through the rafters, Elise put both hands on her hips and one foot between her opponent’s defenceless shoulders. “There’s so much more I could do to you.” she told Mallory in little more than a whisper. “So much more I WILL do to you. But I have all the time in the world and really, vivisection is something to be savoured. There is however the small matter of something you denied me the first time we met. I’ll take it now, as a harbinger of things to come.”
Falling silent, she leaned down, brushed Mallory’s hair off the back of her neck and deftly undid the knot holding her top in place. Denied its one anchor, the tiger print lyrca came off in a few sharp tugs, not that Slade noticed even when Elise shovelled her onto her back. New trophy in hand, Elise raised it high and made a very deliberate show of grrrrrrrrriiiiiinding the heel of one boot atop Mallory’s chest.
“ So ends chapter one.” Elise told the defeated Tigress. “I can’t wait for chapter two. That’s when it gets really nasty.”
OUT OF THE BLACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_d_C5b-BD4
Boos from the floor seats to the rafters as the Bangor Civic Auditorium filled with the pounding, staccato drumbeat of Royal Blood’s ‘Out of the Black’. Elise arrived in time with the drums, the Jungle’s newest predator and early frontrunner for Bytch of the Year, 2015, stalked into view. Exponentially colder than the weather outside, Winterrest’s dark aura brought a chill to all in sight, even those armoured in their heaviest parkas and anoraks. As if that wasn’t disconcerting enough, the house lights abruptly went down, then blazed forth in an eerie, fiery red. Pleased with the concerned murmurs issuing from the crowd, Elise made her way down the aisle, all while patently ignoring the grubby hands yearning to experience the slightest bit of her chill.
ELISE WINTERREST:
For her encounter with a certain reprobate Tigress, the bendy-backed brunette wore a short shift of black silk that shined like oil in the flickering red light. Dresses were verboten with most wrestling fans, however this one was tolerated because the regulars knew what waited beneath it. Not obscured at the moment were her pads, a matching set at elbow and knee, and gleaming black boots that ended an inch south of her knee. Inscribed vertically along one side of each boot was a single word in a dark, ominous red: ‘Redrum’.
Standing in the shadow of the squared circle, Elise stopped to face one of the beguiled locals but when he extended a hand she moved in close and held a finger to his lips, an eerie bit of control that echoed the line pouring through the speakers. ‘So don’t breathe when I talk, ‘Cause you haven’t been spoken to.’ 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 centre of the ring without so much as a backwards glance.
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 Icy Manipulator 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. The lights returned once her battle attire was properly revealed so Elise Winterrest padded to the far corner and settled in to await the arrival of a woman who dared declare her prey.
Once Royal Blood faded away, the Announcer raised his mic a second time. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Tallong, Queensland Australia, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is the Tigress, MALLORY SLADE!”
ONE FOR THE MONEY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nelJaBym7cs
MALLORY SLADE:
Thankful for the prospect of a scorching heat source after dealing with Winterrest‘s frigid arrival, the fans cheered heartily as Mallory’s name echoed through the rafters. Along with their love came Escape the Fate’s ‘One For the Money’ and Mallory appeared a moment later, the tawny brunette stunner bursting through the curtain. Already moving at a dead run, Slade made it halfway down the aisle before she even considered hitting the brakes. Whirling in a circle, she took in the whole of the Jungle as she asked, “WHAT TIME IS IT, PEOPLE?”
‘IT’S TIME TO HUNT!’ they roared back.
Redlining even more so than usual at the prospect of hooking her claws into Miss Murder, Slade blazed into motion as soon as the call was answered, lest her own kinetic energy prove too much to bear. For tonight’s safari 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. Offering old and new a final pumped fist, Slade finally turned her attention to Elise and promptly extended a hand in her direction. Index finger raised, she beckoned Winterrest forward in hopes of dispensing with the final inspections. Alas, Elise didn’t rise to the bait and Mal was forced to wait in her corner while the ref checked over their boots, pads and wrist tape.
The Bangor crowd had been raucous from the start but they got that much louder when the bell CLANGED and Mallory Slade started out of her corner. Seemed they’d been waiting for the Tigress to get her hands on Miss Murder ever since Elise first walked through the door and tonight they were getting their wish.
As for the other half of this dangerous equation, she watched Slade walk her down with as much interest as one might give a piece of trash flitting into the gutter. While Winterrest gave serious consideration to dipping through the ropes to force Slade back, she decided against it for one simple reason. That impudent wisp of fluff had allowed none other than Charlie Dawson to pin her shoulders to the mat and that was the sort of slight Elise Winterrest never forgot or forgave. So she pushed off the turnbuckles and went left, making sure the Aussie import couldn’t just cut the ring in half.
Mallory noted this and adjusted accordingly. She didn’t rush blindly into the clench but she didn’t slow down either, the Tigress kept on closing the distance until-- Elise stopped dead in her tracks and extended a hand to her rival. “I get the distinct impression this is going to get very ugly, very quickly,” she told Slade, “so perhaps a touch of civility beforehand is an order?”
Those assembled booed heartily, warning Mal against what was an almost certain sneak attack. Even so, the tawny stunner reached for Winterrest’s hand after a moment of hes-CRAAACK! Her hand flicked up, tagging the brunette across the mouth with a head-swiveling Bytch Slap that delighted the fans. “Did you REALLY think I’d shake your hand, girl?” Mallory snarled. “After everything I’ve seen you do, how stupid do you think I am?”
Dark eyes glowing like hurricane lamps, Elise wiped the back of one hand across her stinging lips. “You cost me a match against that after school special, Mallory Slade. My estimation of your intelligence couldn’t be lower.”
Mal bared her teeth in a feline grin. “You’re the one who accepted this match, sweetheart. How smart can you NNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Elise pivoted, lunged and slammed her right elbow into the side of Slade’s head. The Tigress of Tallong only staggered a little, mostly because Winterrest snatched hold of a wrist to keep her close. Tethered to Elise, Mallory couldn’t stop the brunette from shouldering her away, then tugging her forward into a second Back Elbow. Her knees shimmied, but Slade steadied them quickly enough and PWAAAKed a fist into the American’s tummy in hopes of freeing herself. Elise grunted, shook it off and jammed her left shoulder into Mal’s sternum. The third Back Elbow really put Slade on her heels, so Elise reeled her in one more time and decked her with a Short-Arm Clothesline that put Mal on her back.
Stunned by the early barrage, Slade rolled onto her stomach to defend against a cover, which worked like a charm until Winterrest drilled a short stomp into the back of her head. “Did you think you could disrespect me like you did and live a long, healthy life?” Elise scoffed. “Why, you’re lucky I held off for as long as I did!” She pulled a foot back, then snapped it forward into Mallory’s ribs, a nasty little punt that knocked the other brunette onto her back. Sauntering around to position herself above Slade’s head, Elise raised a foot, but let it hang while she pointed a finger at the official. “This is not a pin. Are we clear?” Correctly assuming he was, Miss Murder touched her heel to Mal’s forehead and ground it in a little. “I’ll offer you one chance, not because I’m feeling merciful but because after less than a minute I’ve come to understand you’re not worth my time. Apologize at once and I’ll finish you far more quickly than you deseWHUUNNNGGH!”
Mallory grabbed hold of Elise’s ankle, wrenched it off her face and twisted to one side, all the better to drop her attacker on her face, chest and belly. Winterrest grunted and pushed up on her palms almost at once, unfortunately she didn’t get to roll onto her back because Slade (who’d scrambled to her feet the instant Elise went down) yanked her right leg off the mat and drove it down as hard as she could, just THUNKING the brunette’s knee into the thinly-padded plywood with a Stump Puller.
Winterrest hissed and tried to roll over again, alas Mal would have none of it. Holding the cruel bytch’s ankle up while keeping her knee pressed to the mat, Slade stepped over with her left leg and dropped to one knee, effectively trapping Elise’s lower leg between her own with an awkwardly angled Scissors. “I’m not going to ask you to take the easy way out.” Mal noted in between sharp, derisive smacks to the back of her foe’s head, “I’m just going to tie you in knots until you realize submission isn’t just the easy way… it’s the ONLY way.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, kitten.” Elise reached back with one hand, trying to find purchase in Slade’s hair even though the angle was bad. “I’m not some defenceless ball of yarn that’ll just sit here while you play with NNNGGGHH!” Mallory drilled a Forearm Smash against the back of Miss Murder’s skull, then slipped her left arm around the grounded battler’s chin and locked her hands to complete the STF.
STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmSPo6EBW14
Remarkably calm in spite of the pressure placed on her knee, neck and upper back, Elise picked and prized at the Crossface, but couldn’t break Ma’s grip, especially not with the Aussie occasionally yanking the hold back n’ forth. Winterrest finally voiced a little snarl of pain and when she did the ref was there to ask Mal Slade’s favourite question. “What do you say, Elise? Want to give it up?”
Winterrest waggled a finger, then curled both hands into claws and gouged them into the mat. Mal didn’t try to stop the American as she dragged herself toward the ropes but she did make the journey highly unpleasant by craaaaaaaaaaaanking back on the Facelock and regularly squeezing those oddly-angled Scissors. Even so, Winterrest made it to the edge in relatively short order and her voice was obnoxiously composed when she hooked an arm over the bottom rope and said, “Would you be so kind to get this feral slut off of me, Mr. Referee?”
Though his request was couched in much nicer language, the ref made it clear that Mallory had to let go, which she did after forcing the poor dope to reach ‘FOUR!’ on his count. Breaking the Facelock without complaint, Mal raised her hands to shoulder level, then got to her feet and backed off nice and slow.
Elsewhere, Elise pushed to one knee and massaged the base of her neck for a few seconds before pushing to boot leather. “So what exotic, dangerous beast have you subdued with that particular maneuver?” Winterrest smirked. “A lion? A komodo dragon? Or perhaps a rampaging tri-delt sorority sister?”
“All three, actually.” Mal snarked right back. “But more recently I’ve been using it to tame mouthy assholes in need of a little humility.”
Elise took a half step off the ropes and raised her hands, all but daring the other woman to join her. “Ooooooh, my dear, deluded little tigress. You could no sooner tame me than you could the tame the cold itself. You may very well be a predator, but I am a force of nature you will--”
Mallory lunged forward and swept Elise into the first Lock-Up of their battle. Pushing and shoving against the hated other, Slade and Winterrest stamped around in angry little circles until Elise twisted her hips and slung / marched the Tigress into the nearest corner. Pressing in as close as she could, Miss Murder made Mal’s personal space her own, gleefully forcing blistering belly to belly contact until the ref stepped up and patted her shoulder.
“Enough of that, Elise. Let her go and get it out of the corWHOAH!”
Elise might’ve complied with the request but Mallory didn’t give her the time. Rather she thrust her way off the buckles, torqued her hips and BWUUUNGED Winterrest into a corner still warm with her body heat. Quick to return the not so subtle ‘my tummy’s tighter than yours’ grind, Mallory raised the stakes by plunging one claw into Elise’s hair and tracing the other up and down her foe’s ribs. “You may intimidate everyone else on this roster,” she purred into Winterrest’s hate congested face, “but when I look into your eyes all I see is a scratching post.”
Miss Murder didn’t answer with words but she did try to wedge a knee between her attacker’s thighs. Try being the operative word as Slade recognized the would be cheap shot and short-circuited it with a Headbutt that watered Elise’s eyes. Aware that the ref would soon be telling her to back it up, the Aussie import decided to give herself several more legal seconds in the corner by hopping onto the second rope. Still controlling Winterrest’s hair with one hand, she curled the other into a fist and raised it high overhead. “COUNT WITH ME, BANGOR!” she bellowed. “I WANT HER TO HEAR EVERY ONE OF THESE!”
Oh so willing to oblige this request, the Jungle Dwellers sucked in a breath and let it out as ‘ONE!’ the instant Mallory’s knuckles struck Elise’s forehead. Things progressed as one might expect, with the chorus reaching ‘NINE!’ before Slade doubled down on her hair-hold to force Winterrest’s cheek against the gulping bellows of her midsection. “You don’t feel so icy at the moment, girl. In fact, your cheeks are so hot I’d bet good money you’re about to burst into WHNNGGHH!”
Elise wrapped her arms around Slade’s upper thighs, locked her hands and took a single big step out of the corner. Then she pushed onto her toes, shifted to one side and dropped the startled beauty into a BWUUUNGING face-on-buckle collision.
Mallory’s head snapped back but she managed to keep her feet, a condition that proved problematic when Elise spiked a Toe Kick into her navel. Presented with the whole of her foe’s back, the Icy Manipulator slipped her arms under Mal’s biceps and laced her fingers together to cinch on the Double Underhook. Knees bent deep, Winterrest popped her hips to toss Mallory up, over and BWUUUNG! The arc of her descent was cut off just past the apex as Slade slammed into the unyielding corner and promptly fell to the mat with all the grace of a dropped rock.
MURDEROUS BUTTERFLY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dz8k0L3kMKI
Left in an ungainly matchbook by the ‘Murderous’ Butterfly, Slade didn’t notice Elise getting up and sidling up the ropes. Didn’t notice her grabbing the top in both hands and putting a foot on the middle. Didn’t notice her dipping down to get more ‘oomph’ when she pushed off her plant foot. But she damned well sat up and took notice (in the form of a wailing shriek) when Elise’s left knee THWHUMPED against her vulnerable groin. Slade flopped onto her side and curled into a tight ball, the only saving grace being the pain had curled her so tight it was pretty much impossible for Winterrest to put her on her back.
Elise realized this quickly enough and took it as a sign that the mewling coward hadn’t suffered enough. Seizing control of Mal’s right ankle, Miss Murder stood up and proceeded to draaaaaaaaaaaaag her burden to the centre of the squared circle. Once they were well away from the safety of the ropes, Winterrest unleashed kick after kick on her opponent’s glutes and upper thighs and she didn’t stop until the other brunette’s leg was fully extended at a wide, unpleasantly awkward angle. “It’s a curious thing Mallory Slade.” Elise’s tone was oddly introspective as she spoke to the cringing battler, “I tend not to make promises because, well, I enjoy my reputation as a pathological liar. But against you I feel oddly compelled to make a vow, so silence your whimpering and listen well. If there are to be tears shed on this canvas tonight, they will all belong to you. On that, you have my word.”
Slowly recovering from the Knee Drop, Slade tried to tug her foot from Elise while simultaneously firing weak kicks with her free foot. Neither tactic proved successful, so she calmed down and took a deep breath. That’s a bold statement, tuff girl. Hope you don’t take it personal when I make you break it. Or when I break your legs.”
Elise’s smile showed too much tooth to make the ref entirely comfortable. “Oh, but I would. I consider your professional existence a personal affront and therefore I will do whatever necessary to end it as quickly and painfully as possible. Like so.”
Maintaining her control on the Tigress’s right foot, Winterrest shifted her position so that she standing on the inside of her foe’s leg, with Slade’s wedged in tight against the pits of her knees. From there Elise moved one hand from Mal’s foot to between her own legs so could cradle the Australian’s calf. Her other hand joined shortly thereafter and then Winterrest dropped to her back and crossed her ankles.
MURDEROUS LEGBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xcWZlC5ZgTs
“AAAAHHHH SSSHHIHHHYYYYTTTT!” Mallory flailed like she’d been touched with a live wire, the usually composed wrestler writhing in anguish as the ‘Murderous’ Legbar did its work. The reason for her distress wasn’t immediately clear to all sides of the arena, but those viewing from the right angle saw that Winterrest was pulling her prey’s captured knee toward her while also pushing away with her legs, effectively trying to draw Mal’s protesting joint into a space it couldn’t occupy at an angle it couldn’t tolerate. But even if they didn’t understand why it hurt, the fans knew their heroine was in deep trouble and they attempted to bolster her spirits with a resounding ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ chant.
The ref was of a similar mindset, yet it was his duty to keep the competitors safe, so he dropped to one knee and asked, “What do you say, Mal? Need me to cal it?”
Slade shook her head ‘no’. “Just need you to give me some room to work, Harry.” she grimaced. “Elise has a nasty bite, but it’s nothing I can’t hanDEERRGGGHH!”
Winterrest wrenched her knee again and Mallory had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming. Quite serene for someone doling out the agony, Elise blew a strand of hair off her face and murmured, “Mallory, Mallory, Mallory. The sooner you realize I’m nothing like any of the decrepit beasts in that roadside pit or any of the no talent hacks you beat to get here, the sooner you’ll stand a chance of actually NNNNGGHHHHHH!”
Slade snatched the knot of Elise’s ankles in her left hand, braced the right against the mat and pushed as hard as she could. Doing so raised her high enough to plant her left knee and stay that way. It didn’t do a damned thing for the pressure on her right knee (in fact it seemed to be worse, if that was possible) but Mal ignored it because the new angle allowed her to rear back and just clout Winterrest’s tits with half a dozen stiff Forearm Smashes.
Give the devil her due, Elise tried to stop the jailbreak by pulling on Mallory’s knee that much harder, unfortunately it wasn’t enough and she had to give up her grip to raise a guard against the other brunette’s bludgeon. Awash in blessed relief as soon as Winterrest let go, the Tigress of Tallong plunged both hands into her rival’s hair and dragged Miss Murder upright, being very careful to keep all her weight on her left leg as she did so.
A Kneelift to the stomach doubled Elise over and allowed Mal to hook her right bicep with her left arm with no real problem. Cupping the other brunette’s chin in her other hand, Slade leaned left, then twisted right, shooting under Winterrest to turn her over and DOWN onto the back of her head with an emphatic Swinging Neckbreaker. Rolling to her knees a heartbeat later, Mallory floated over into a Crossbody and hooked the far leg for…
SWINGING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WzfWoBG45DY
ONE!
TWO!!
Elise shot her shoulder up at ‘TWO!’ a stern reminder of her own wherewithal. Slade nodded, shoved the woozy wrestler onto her belly and climbed into a seat in the hollow of her back. Grabbing hold of her elbows, she peeled Winterrest’s upper body off the mat and angled her arms across her thighs to keep them out of the way. But rather than go for the standard Chinlock she slipped her left hand under Elise’s left armpit to apply a Half Nelson. Winterrest had never shared a ring with Slade before the debacle in December, but she’d been watching tape for months and she knew enough to start thrashing, she needed to get the Aussie off her perch before-- Elise let out a little snarl of pain and disgust when Mallory reached over with her right hand and grabbed hold of her left wrist. Pulling Miss Murder’s arm tight against her own neck, Mal pulled back on her foe’s wrist and bounced in her seat, exacerbating the constriction on her throat and the curvature of her spine with the oddly named, unquestionably effective Platypus Clutch.
At least temporarily neutralized by the painful combination, Elise could only waggle a finger ‘no’ when the official asked if she wanted to surrender. “She might not wanna give up,” Mal told the zebra, “but she’s gonna have to sooner or later. Elise’s might be bendier than most, but she’s not so spineless she can GRRRHHHH!”
Winterrest slipped her right arm off Slade’s thigh and immediately reached up to tug at her tormentor’s hair. “Off the hair, Elise.” the ref said at once. “C’mon, don’t make me count.”
Slade smirked despite the burn in her scalp. “Don’t worry about the count. Sweetie’s gonna let me go real soon because she knows the ropes are the only way out. Isn’t that right, Elise?”
Much as it galled Winterrest to admit it, the Australian bytch was right. Pulling hair wasn’t going to get the job done and just staying in the ring meant unconsciousness or serious damage to her back. So she obliged the ref after a final tug and braced that hand against the mat. This did nothing for the hurt in her spine, it did however allow her to shift some weight off her knees, which made it at least a tiny bit easier to gain a few inches of ground. The going was intolerably slow and made all the more unpleasant for the ceaseless ‘TAP!’ chants from the morons in the stands. Seeking to disappoint them as quickly as possible, Elise made her way across the mat in less than thirty seconds, a pace which irritated Mal Slade to no end. Breathing the tiniest bit easier once the ropes were within range, Winterrest dragged herself a little bit closer and, “NOOOOO YOU BYTCH!”
An uncommon burst of emotion from the Maine native when Mallory got to her feet and dragged Elise back to the middle of the ring with the Platypus Clutch now converted to the more serpentine Cobra Clutch. “There’s an easy way outta your current predicament, girl.” Slade cooed to her struggling rival. “Just tap out a little song my thigh or my foreaEERRRGGGHH CHEAP SLUT!”
The Icy Manipulator stamped on Mallory’s left foot and twisted her heel, doing all she could to mash toes and anything else in the way. Slade endured the pain by slamming a pair of Headbutts into the back of Elise’s neck. That allowed her slip her foot free so she celebrated by dipping down and pushing up on her toes, which in turn yanked Winterrest clear off her feet. Releasing the other brunette’s captured wrist at the apex, Mallory swung into place on Elise’s left side and laid out on her tummy, thus adding her own momentum to the considerable THWHAM when opponent hit the mat. Winterrest’s legs popped into the air, a perfect target for Slade, who wedged her shoulders into the pits of opposing knees to keep Elise folded and vulnerable through…
COBRA CLUTCH SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0RwrCXa8Jqg
ONE!
TWO!!
THRNOOOO!
Winterrest bucked her clear and turned onto her side in hopes of preventing another cover and more punishment to her aching back. She succeeded on both counts, but failed to stop Mallory from helping herself to a double handful of hair. From there the Tigress scraped her brunette off the mat and promptly spiked a pair of sharp Kneelifts into Elise’s back. Miss Murder stumbled forward, started to twist around into the pressure but came up short when Mallory abandoned the hair hold for control over each wrist. Wrenching the American’s arms behind her in an awkward ‘V’, Slade lifted one foot, planted her heel in the small of Winterrest’s back and just kept pouring it on with the Surfboard.
“Go ahead and tap out when it really starts to hurt, girl.” Mal taunted. “Probably wanna go ahead and do that before your voice cracks.”
Elise grimaced and shook her head to keep the ref at bay. Once he was gone, she muttered, “I might consider that when it starts to hurt. It is supposed to hurt, isn’t it MallRRRGGGHHHH!”
The Tigress pulled her foot away then jabbed it into Elise’s back, earning a loud shout of pain in the process. Mallory followed that with a few more seconds of tugging on the Surfboard and a second kick for good measure. Tossing Elise’s wrists down only when she knew the other brunette was good and tenderized; Slade moved in off her foe’s left side and reached over her shoulder with both hands to trap Winterrest’s head in a Three Quarter Facelock. “Those legs of yours had better hold up a little while longer.” she threatened. “You’re not gonna like what happens if I have to pick your skinny ass off this mat.”
No response from Elise, so Mallory pointed herself at the nearest corner and took off with Winterrest straggling alongside. Moving at a good clip when she reached her destination, Slade hopped up, planted a foot on the second turnbuckle and would’ve ‘walked’ her way to the top if the Icy Manipulator hadn’t twisted loose and THWHACKED Slade across the chest with a Clothesline that dropped the Tigress square on the back of her head.
SLICED BREAD # OUCH @ 00:52
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kRRUsQy1bD0
Though she was nothing short of delighted to see the tawny stunner writhing at her feet, Elise knew her back was in bad shape and she needed to strike before it stiffened any further. To that end she stomped on Mallory’s chest on general principle, then bent down and twined her fingers in the wounded woman’s hair. “Remember what you said when we were standing face to face when this match started?” Winterrest seemed generally interested, though whether in the question or tearing Mal’s hair out by the roots was unclear. “You said when you looked at me all you saw was a scratching post. Well that reminds me, I lost my favourite emery board earlier this week and I haven’t had a chance to replace it.”
Stationed behind the rattled battler, Elise tucked her head under Slade’s left arm and curled her right arm around the Aussie import’s waist. A firm grip on Mallory’s left knee signalled not a Backdrop Suplex, but a worrisome bit of lift ‘n carry that saw Slade seated on the middle rope facing the audience. Hooking Mallory’s arms over the top strands so she couldn’t get away without a lot of hassle, Winterrest curled her hands into claws and savagely raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaked them down her opponent’s back.
“Ref!” she called as the worst of the sting started to fade. “I’m in the ropes! Get her bacKAAAAAAAOOOOOOWWW!”
Elise scored her back twice more in rapid succession, the smirking beauty putting more weight behind her lashings to make sure the welts showed clear on Slade’s bronzed back. “Yes, you ARE in the ropes.” Winterrest chided between scorings. “For an admittedly short stretch of time (RAKE!) but I bet I can make it feel (RAKE!) nothing (RAKE!) short (RAKE!) of (RAKE!) endless!” (RAKE!)
“Ok Elise, that’s enough! Get her out of the ropes!” the ref demanded after the last round of clawing threatened to raise blood beads on Mallory’s back.
Acquiescing to the order with a polite little nod, Elise ran a hand across her chest, then flattened it into a paddle and CRAAACKED a Bytch Slap between her prey’s shoulders. Mallory shrieked with pain, but got cut off when Winterrest laced both hands tight across her mouth. Leaning in close, Miss Murder whispered, “Who’s the scratching post now, kitten?” The taunt had barely registered in Slade’s brain when Elise leapt, forced her knees into the other woman’s back and laid out to bring Mallory THWUMPING down on her upraised knees in a heartless Lungblower.
ROPE HUNG LUNGBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QeQhqYiHdqk
Slade bounced off, tumbled onto her stomach and started to crawl across the mat as best she could with one hand pressed to her traumatized vertebrae. Behind her, Elise rolled over, pushed to one knee and gauged the situation. The pragmatic part of her mind told Miss Murder to finish the wounded Tigress on the spot, but the vengeful voice, the one that’d shrieked aloud when Charlie Dawson pinned her in the centre of this very ring, told her to make Slade suffer a little while longer.
Elise mulled the seemingly contradictory orders for mere heartbeats before deciding she could oblige both. Resisting the urge to tease Mallory with her impending doom, Winterrest got to her feet and dipped out onto the apron so she could climb the nearest corner. Slade was still moving by the time Elise reached the high rent district; she just hadn’t gone nearly far enough to get out of the other brunette’s blast radius. Perched high above the patch of canvas she liked to call her own, Winterrest raised her right arm overhead and made a show of pulling that elbow pad down to her forearm. “It’s said that a straw is what broke the camel’s back.” she murmured to no one in particular. “Being considerably more ferocious, it stands to reason that Tigresses would require far sterner measures.”
Those ‘sterner measures’ entailed a beautiful leap into the void, followed by the precise application of her right elbow (now folded into a narrow ‘V’) to the centre of Mallory’s injured spine. Unaware of the threat until it literally crashed down on her, the Australian import let out a bloodcurdling shriek of pain and flopped over if only to arch her spasming back. With eyes shut tight and both hands pressed to the point of impact, Slade didn’t realize Elise had claimed her ankles until the Jungle Dwellers let loose with a worried shout.
Wising to the threat in an instant, Mal gouged her elbows into the mat and crab-walked as fast as she could. Startled by the other brunette’s quick reaction, Elise managed to maintain control over Slade’s feet, but she couldn’t stop her from hooking an arm around the bottom rope. “Let go of me, bytch.” Mallory grunted with obvious relief. “I’m in the ropEEERRGGGHHHHH!”
Elise wrenched her prey’s stems apart, raised a foot and SPIKED her heel into the Tigress’s crotch.
“HEY!” the ref barked, his indignation all but lost amidst the howls of Mallory and the crowd. “What do you think you’re doing, Elise! You can’t go at her trunks like that!”
Winterrest flashed him her most winning smile. “No? It seems I just did. And as for you….” she looked into Mal’s pain-crimped face and purred, “…you’re not in the ropes. You’re right where I want you.”
As such she tore the protesting battler free from her lifeline and draaaaaaaaaagged her out into the deep water of centre ring. With Slade removed from any threat of sanctuary, Elise slung her brunette’s left shin across her right leg in a loose figure four, then twisted around and hooked her own right ankle across Mallory’s exposed left foot. This grip and a little manoeuvring turned the Tigress onto her stomach while Winterrest dropped to one knee and cupped her hands under Mal’s chin. Elise let them all think about it for a heartbeat or two before wrenching up on the Chinlock to complete the sadistic lovechild of Camel Clutch and Figure Four she called Justifiable Homicide.
JUSTIFIABLE HOMICIDE @ 1:30
www.youtube.com/watch?v=b8iZH5V3zng
Locked down by her pinioned leg and that damned clasp on her chin, Mallory had to keep both hands against the mat to alleviate even the tiniest bit of pressure on her neck and back. Unfortunately what little succour it provided was offset by the fact that it left her with no way to get back to the ropes or even squirm against Elise’s grip. Shaking her head ‘no’ when the ref asked if she wanted to quit, Mal forced her right hand off the canvas and reached back to “AARRRGGAAAAHHHHH FAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Elise craaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on Slade’s chin and it took everything in the Tigress’s power to grab hold of her tormentor’s wrist instead of tapping out. “Your pride is admirable, kitten.” Winterrest admitted to Mallory. “But pride won’t do a damned thing to get you out of this. And it won’t do shyt to heal a twisted knee or a sprained neck.” To prove it she hooked two fingers into each side of Mal’s mouth and jostled her head so violently it made even the most jaded fans cringe in sympathetic anguish.
Keening like a fire siren, Mallory pulled her other hand off the mat and curled it around the back of her head in hopes of easing the ungodly pain blossoming in her neck. Doing so stopped the whiplash, what it did not do was address the torque on her back, which was slowly but surely contorting into a tipped over ‘L’. “You’re starting to piss me off, kitten.” Winterrest said to the tortured woman at the centre of her human knot. “And bad things… MURDEROUS things… happen when I get pissed off. So you’re going to tap out… or you’re going to scream out. Which is it, Slade?”
Trapped in one of the most painful predicaments she’d ever experienced, Mallory Slade abruptly went stone still. After a moment she slipped a finger into the curve of Elise’s hooks and very slowly removed them from her cheeks. Breath coming in hoarse, ragged gasps, she answered, “Hehh… heh… if I scream… kitten… it’ll be right before I sink my teeth into your neCKEEEEERRRRGGAHHHHHH GAAAAAHHHDD DAAAMMMN!”
Winterrest shifted her left foot, which had been planted against the mat so she could wedge that knee into the small of Mallory’s back and apply more pressure than ever. Hating the sound of the scream boiling up from her throat, Slade held on for perhaps ten more seconds before the anguish finally overwhelmed the last of her reserves. With no thought to pride, she flattened her right hand into a paddle and slapped the mat three times.
The ref saw it because the bell CLANGED at once. The crowd saw it because they started to boo just as quickly. Elise though, she must’ve had dust in her eyes or something because she made no move to break her grip. “LEGGO YOU BYTCH!” Slade wailed when she understood Elise wasn’t quite through with her yet. “LEGGO, I TAPPED OUT!”
Elise cocked her head like she was hard of hearing. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you over all that cowardly screaming.” She abandoned the Chinlock in favour of dual handfuls of dark hair that did nothing for the kink in Mallory’s neck.
This punishment could’ve continued for a very long time if the official hadn’t rushed back and started worrying at Miss Murder’s grip. “Break it, Elise! Break it right now or I’ll reverse the decision!”
“Oh, well we certainly can’t have that, can we?” The Icy Manipulator tossed Mal’s head down with a low THWHUNK, untangled her legs and casually rose to her full height as the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… ELISE WINTERREST!”
Remarkably pleased with the sound of her name echoing through the rafters, Elise put both hands on her hips and one foot between her opponent’s defenceless shoulders. “There’s so much more I could do to you.” she told Mallory in little more than a whisper. “So much more I WILL do to you. But I have all the time in the world and really, vivisection is something to be savoured. There is however the small matter of something you denied me the first time we met. I’ll take it now, as a harbinger of things to come.”
Falling silent, she leaned down, brushed Mallory’s hair off the back of her neck and deftly undid the knot holding her top in place. Denied its one anchor, the tiger print lyrca came off in a few sharp tugs, not that Slade noticed even when Elise shovelled her onto her back. New trophy in hand, Elise raised it high and made a very deliberate show of grrrrrrrrriiiiiinding the heel of one boot atop Mallory’s chest.
“ So ends chapter one.” Elise told the defeated Tigress. “I can’t wait for chapter two. That’s when it gets really nasty.”
