Post by walkindude on May 31, 2015 19:08:40 GMT
The second installment of the Jungle's nastiest rivalry kicks off. Can Mallory avenge the scars Elise left on her pride after their first encounter. Or will the Icy Manipulator leave the Australian Tigress shivering in a puddle of her own tears? Only one way to find out.
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Another night of ferocious Jungle action had almost drawn to a close, yet no one made a move toward the doors, not with the Announcer heralding the second chapter in what was turning into the promotion’s most adversarial rivalry. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, 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:
The Jungle dwellers leapt up and cheered their lungs out for the tawny stunner who could make pulses race and hearts stop in the same breath. Alongside this cacophony came Escape the Fate’s ‘One For the Money’ and Mallory appeared a moment later, the brunette battler bursting through the curtain. Bolting halfway down the aisle before she ground to a stop, Slade whipped around on her heel to better address the crowd. “WHAT TIME IS IT, PEOPLE?” she bellowed.
‘IT’S TIME TO HUNT!’ they answered without hesitation.
Nodding with uncharacteristic solemnity, Slade resumed her march to the ring, albeit at a far more measured pace than usual. For her second singles encounter with the Jungle’s coldest heart, she wore a (replacement) 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.
Stalking to the hard camera 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. Momentarily alone save for the official, Mallory moved to the far corner and grabbed the top rope in either hand. It wasn’t to test tensile strength or some last minute stress reliever, no it was simply to keep her moored in place. If she let go too soon, she was afraid she’d tear a certain ruthless bytch apart before she ever reached the ring.
The music had only just faded out when the Announcer went on. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Belasco Maine, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-three pounds. They call her Miss Murder, ELISE WINTERREST!”
OUT OF THE BLACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_d_C5b-BD4
Hate poured into the Bangor Memorial Auditorium like a late season snowstorm as the pounding, staccato drumbeat of Royal Blood’s ‘Out of the Black’ wafted from the speakers. Elise arrived in time with the drums, the Icy Manipulator’s silent arrival a jarring contrast to the ear-shredding levels of disdain she inspired. As pleased by their loathing as she was unfazed by the anger radiating off Slade, Elise’s small smile grew noticeably wider when the house lights went down, then blazed forth in an eerie, fiery red. Smirking about a joke she had no intention of sharing, the local girl made oh so bad started down the ramp and made a point to evade the dozens of foolish hands that dared long for even a moment of her frigid touch.
ELISE WINTERREST:
Despite the inevitability of impending summer, the bendy-backed brunette made no concessions whatsoever to the season as she still sported 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 center of the ring without so much as a backwards glance.
Fully aware of, yet paying no mind to the other brunette, Elise stopped dead center of the middle of the squared circle and arched an eyebrow. After inspecting all four sides, she finally locked eyes with the fuming presence in the opposite corner. Elise slowly reached for the knot at the nape of neck…. then very deliberately turned her back on the Tigress.
Big mistake.
The dress had *just* started to fall when Mallory exploded off the buckles, came in low and wrapped her arms around the other brunette’s waist. Unable to believe that the Australian bytch actually had the gall to attack her from behind, Winterrest tried to get her hands in place but she was a bit too slow and slammed down hard on her forearms and cheek. Painful though the landing was, it was relegated to the status of minor concern when Slade plunged her hands into the other brunette’s hair and proceeded to thwump-thwhump-THWUMP! her face against the mat.
By then the lights were up, the bell had CLANGED and the ref was tugging at Mal’s right arm, the poor dope trying his best to pull her off so the match could start with both competitors on even footing. Nothing doing, Slade bounced Elise’s head one more time, then pressed down with all the force she could muster and draaaaaaaaaaagged Ms. Murder’s squalling, protesting features back n’ forth across the rough canvas.
Mallory enjoyed that sound very much, unfortunately the American’s keening made it almost impossible to deliver her message, so she wrenched Winterrest’s head up and leaned in so close her lips brushed Elise’s left ear. “Here’s a little survival tip, girl.” the tawny stunner hissed in her prey’s ear, “Don’t EVER turn your back on a pissed off Tigress.”
Elise spat a curse, reached for her attacker’s hair and grabbed hold with a vicious yank. The pain was bright and immediate, but Slade only smiled, “Go ahead and pull all you want.” she flicked her tongue against the American’s earlobe and was delighted by the enraged shudder that ran through her body. “Pull a little harder and I swear to all that is holy I will bite your ear off.”
Mallory took a little nip and might’ve helped herself to more if the ref hadn’t barked, “DAMMIT MAL, GET OFF HER NOW OR I’LL HAVE TO DISQUALIFY YOU!”
He was probably bluffing, but Slade had waited two months to get her hands on Winterrest again and she wasn’t about to risk having the match thrown out before it began. So she released Elise’s hair, seized hold of her dress and got to her feet, all while peeling the garment away with a loud, dry RRRRRRIIIIIIP!
Shorn of her silk sheath, Elise Winterrest rolled under the bottom rope and clambered to the floor in the blink of an eye. Posting up at the base of the ramp, she made a few quick checks of her black & red one-piece, all the while staring a hole straight through Mallory Slade, who would’ve been on the floor with her if not for the official snugging an arm around her waist.
“You are dead, kitten.” the Icy Manipulator promised. “You may pass for a beast at some broken down roadside freakshow, but in the ring with me you’re nothing more than fresh, bleeding meaWHAANNNNGGGHHH!”
Mal tore loose of the official’s grasp, grabbed hold of the top rope and vaulted over ‘n down onto Elise with a Slingshot Plancha that sent both brunettes to the floor.
SLINGSHOT PLANCHA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=i4OnC_HSmfI
Rolling clear of the impact within heartbeats, Mallory sprang to her feet and paused just long enough to tell the crowd, “HUNT’S ON, BABY!”
The Jungle Dwellers cheered uproariously as Slade went back on the attack, first with a flurry of Stomps to Winterrest’s belly and chest, then several more to the small of her back once she’d managed to roll over. Hardly satisfied with a simple bludgeoning, Mallory clamped down on Elise at trunks and tresses and hauled her most of the way to boot leather. In the same motion she swung around, loped toward the steel steps and tossed the other brunette at them full force.
Elise turned her head to spare it the worst of the impact but that meant her right shoulder struck it first, the echoing BWOOOOOM enough to get groans of sympathy from even the most vengeful fans. Teeth bared after the bone-jarring impact, Winterrest clawed for the top of the steps and used that handhold to hoist herself “NNNNNNNGGGGGGHHH!”
The Icy Manipulator folded up over the steps when Mallory closed in and PWAAAAKED a left hand into her kidney. Glaring down at the American’s vulnerable back, Slade fashioned her hands into talons and affixed the right to her opponent’s sore shoulder and the left to the site of the punch. “Feel those claws digging in, Elise? They’re gonna rip a lot deeper before the night’s over, that’s a promise. You wanted meat, bytch? Well I’m going to serve you up raw and SCREAMING!”
She abandoned the claw grips, helped herself to a double handful of hair and bounced Winterrest’s face and chest against the top step one more time. A quick check of the ref’s count told her it was only about half over, but Slade went ahead and rolled under the bottom rope anyway. After everything Ms. Murder put her through the first time, she felt no particular urge to rush her revenge. Back out on the floor, she collected Elise by the scruff of the neck and dragged her along the apron until they were near the center. Spinning Elise around so her tummy was pressed tight against the hard ledge, Mallory forced her to bend over just enough to slide under the bottom rope. Then she hooked Winterrest’s biceps, straightened her up and threaded ‘em over the bottom rope.
With the other brunette’s back cruelly exposed, Slade curled her fingers into claws and laid them against Elise’s shoulders. Winterrest sucked in a tiny gasp, but not so tiny Mal didn’t catch it. “You don’t want to play scratching post, Elise? Beg.”
The idea of begging the tawdry idiot for anything made Elise smile. Indeed, she almost laughed aloud but managed to hold it in. Unable to turn her head thanks to the unusual predicament, she asked, “Beg? I think not. That’s the sort of cowardice one would expect from a shiftless Australian whoRREEEEGGGGHHHHH!”
Mallory scored her from shoulders to buttocks, those well-kept nails leaving bright pink furrows that deepened to an uglier red as the Jungle Dwellers watched. The initial round was followed by half a dozen more and punctuated by a vicious overhand slap that CRAAACKED between Winterrest’s shoulders. “I’m sorry Elise, you were saying?” Mal said when she’d leaned her chin against the other brunette’s aching shoulder.
“Not at all dear. I was simply noting how you were a gutless savage that couldn’t hope of winning this match without--”
Winterrest went dead quirt when Slade slipped both hands into the arm-holes of her opponent’s one-piece. Cupping Elise’s breasts just enough for the American to feel her nails. “I’m sorry, I keep interrupting. Go on.”
Elise took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Do your worst, Slade. I assure you mine is NNNNNGGGGGGHHHH!”
Mallory bore down with white-knuckle ferocity, this groping, squeezing, mauling assault the too long delayed vengeance for having her own breasts bared to the world after Elise finished her in their first encounter. The count was getting high again and Slade knew she had to get it back in the ring, but she wasn’t quite finished outside. Ending the squeeze, she narrowed her focus to Winterrest’s buds and treated them to a not so gentle pluck.
“Is it a catfight you want, Elise?” she asked the Icy Manipulator. “If so, we can dispense with the pleasantries and go straight to the part where I make you cry.”
Elise’s answer sounded calm even though her whole body trembled with pain and rage. After a long moment, she said, “The illusion of decorum is the only thing keeping me from f*cking your face in front of all these pathetic GGRRRRHHHHHH AAAAAAAARRRRHHHHH BYTCH!”
Mallory twisted Elise’s nipples between thumb and forefinger and kept it up until she slid under the bottom rope to beat the count. Wheeling around on all fours, she caught Winterrest by the hair and quickly dragged her into the squared circle as well. “I could mount your face right now.” Mallory’s lips were in Elise’s ear again, her breath soft and mean as she delivered the threat. “But I won’t. You haven’t earned a quick out, Elise. To paraphrase one of my favorite movies, you’ll be alive when I start to eat you.”
Winterrest lashed out with one hand and clamped down on the Australian’s wrist. “You didn’t have to whisper that, bytch.” Miss Murder growled. “Everyone in this arena is going to know when you’re eating NNNGHHH!”
Slade thumped her foe’s forehead into the canvas, pushed up on one knee and promptly brought it THUMPING into the crown of Winterrest’s skull. She repeated the brain-rattling blow twice more in rapid succession, then planted a pert kiss on Elise’s ear and purred, “Fantasize all you want, girl. The real thing ain’t gonna be nearly so pleasant.”
Case in point, Mal rolled Winterrest onto her back, hauled her to a seat and snuggled in close, all the better to curl her left arm around the American’s neck. Wedging Elise’s chin into her armpit with an Inverted Facelock, the Tigress crooked her other hand into a claw and raked it across Elise’s tummy. “These,” she made a point of sloooooowly trailing her fingers through the stylized slashes in her foe’s one-piece, “will be showing a different shade of red before I’m done.”
Absolutely livid over the way Slade had first blindsided and now displayed her, Winterrest slammed a heel against the mat and clawed feverishly at the arm coiled ‘round her neck. “Tough words from a house pet,” she spat, “tell me, did you ever take anything down face to face or do you prefer to feed like a scavengARRRGGHHHHH LET GO YOU SNEAKING SLUT!”
Mallory had abandoned the tummy attack after a final hard squeeze and set to work clawing the trapped brunette’s breasts as enthusiastically as she could. “You brought this on yourself, Elise.” Slade explained without a hint of snark. “You kept me locked up after the bell. You took my top and showed my tits to everyone in the stand. Now you get to learn what happens when you leave your prey wounded and not deaDEERRRGGGHH HAIR! HAIR, REF!”
There was no need to call attention to Winterrest’s infraction as she made no attempt to disguise the murderous grip on Elise’s hair. The official tapped Elise’s left elbow and said, “Off the hair, Winterrest! You want out you’re going to do it clean.”
“Or you’re gonna TAP!” Mal barked. Acting without thought to the rebuke her response would bring, Slade balled her clawin’ hand into a fist and THWHUMPED a hard little hammer punch between the vulnerable battler’s legs.
Elise yowled and demanded prompt restitution for the infraction, which the official was quick to provide. “C’mon Mal, you know you can’t do that! Break the hold!”
The Aussie offered him a smile of transcendent sweetness. “I have until five, referee.” That she did and Mal Slade forced him to call it out to ‘FOUR!’ while she snatched a hold of Winterrest’s waistband and trundled the both of ‘em to boot leather. Soon as they were up, Slade dipped her knees in a deep crouch, then popped her hips to take the suffering cheater up, over and DOWN onto her face, chest and belly courtesy of an Inverted Vertical Suplex. Elise bounced and rolled over to better clutch at her aching abdominals.
INVERTED VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMBIpg7dvBI
Mallory didn’t really think she had the match sewn up yet but she wanted Winterrest to have a little preview of coming attractions so she slid forward and snugged her tiger print-sheathed buns down on Elise’s gaping mug. Shrieks from the crowd and Winterrest, the former almost deafening, the latter obviously muffled. Still close to the action, the zebra checked Ms. Murder’s shoulders, found them flat and counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
Elise did some clawing of her own, two sets of well-manicured nails biting into Slade’s glutes with more than enough force to make her vacate the mount. Stomping away with a scowl, Mallory set her distended briefs to rights with a practiced ‘flick’. “Should’ve let me finish ya off right there, girl.” she muttered on her way back to the sputtering brunette. “Now it’ll hafta be the hard way.”
Slade buried her hands in Winterrest’s hair, dragged her to hands and knees and quickly stuffed her head between her thighs. After that she slipped her arms under Elise’s biceps and pulled up, jerking them up and out in a Double Underhook. Or it would’ve been a Double Underhook if she’d been able to lock her hands. They were still a few inches apart when the Murderous One jerked her head down and forced it back up. The impact against Slade’s undercarriage wasn’t nearly that of a traditional Low Blow, but it did loosen the Scissors a tiny bit and that allowed Winterrest to administer a second Headbutt, this one quite a bit stronger than the first.
Bearing down on the Headscissors in spite of the pain blossoming in her center, Mal RAKED Elise’s mostly bare back yet again, then snatched hold of her bottoms and pulled them north by several inches. Everyone seemed to appreciate this save for Elise herself, so the Tigress jerked her handhold back n’ forth and even bounced it up and down, all the better for the Bangor faithful to see how helpless this manipulative bytch was when confronted with an equal adversary.
“Wanna give it up, tuff girl?” Slade sneered at her roaring captive. “Or can I dig my claws into those pale little cheeks of WHOOOAHH NNNNNNNGGGGGHH!”
Elise dug her own hooks into the Tigress’s thighs and straightened up so forcefully it tossed Mallory over in a makeshift Back Body Drop. Crumpling to her knees even though she was free of the other brunette’s weight, Winterrest scrambled toward the ropes and would’ve slid under lowermost if a quick to recover Mallory hadn’t caught her around one ankle. Dark eyes tossing sparks, Elise rolled over onto her back and looped one arm around the bottom rope to make sure Slade couldn’t drag her back to the middle of the ring. Rather than ask the official to grant her a break, she addressed Slade directly. “Get your filthy hands off me you glorified mud wrestler.”
Mal stood up and gave the captured gam a hard shake. “Mud, oil, slime or snow, I’d hunt your gutless ass down in any terrain.” She shifted her grip to heel and toe and started to twist, putting unpleasant pressure on the Mainer’s ankle. “Maybe I’ll just snap this off so you can’t run away. That work for you, Elise?”
Winterrest hooked her other arm over the bottom rope, thus strengthening her anchor. “I think I’d rather hear you scream. It’s been too long since I’ve felt the tears of a no talent beach rat falling against the canvas.”
Mallory’s pretty face went hard and cold. “You’ll want to watch your mouth, Winterrest. Unless you want me to peel that outfit instead of shred AHHHHH FAAAAHHKK NNNNNGGGHHH!”
Elise jerked her trapped leg as hard as she could, not to free it, but with the hopes of pulling Slade closer. This tactic proved a rousing success and she followed it up by THUNKING the heel of her free foot into Mal’s left shin. The Tigress dropped to one knee which wouldn’t have been too bad if Ms. Murder hadn’t whipped that same foot up n’ around to THWHACK off her temple in a jury-rigged Enzugiri.
Mallory spun in a quarter circle and hunched forward on her knees and elbows to better nurse the throbbing between her ears. Behind her, Elise Winterrest rose up like a nightmare, her usually calm features contorted into a grin that was equal parts hatred and triumph. Silent for now, the Icy Manipulator circled around in front of the penitent Aussie and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors of her own. Immediately thereafter she wrapped her arms around Slade’s waist, locked her hands and yanked up while simultaneously laying out on her back. The result saw Mal flipped up n’ over into a THWHUMPING face-first collision with the thinly-sheathed plywood.
MURDEROUS FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=E02AksSO3zo
Mood only slightly improved by the sound of Australian trash striking the canvas, Winterrest got to her feet and took a moment to adjust bits and pieces of her togs, which had grown quite rumpled since the start of Slade’s blindside assault. “Just like any other rampaging beast.” Elise muttered as she stalked over to the flattened wrestler. “Quick to rage and even quicker to run just as soon as the tides have turned. But there is no running from me, Tigress.”
She bent down, coiled a good length of Mallory’s ponytail around her left fist and planted that foot on the back of Slade’s neck. Simultaneously pulling on the former while stepping on the latter, Ms. Murder brought her rival back to mewling life as Mallory grew aware of the burning pain in her neck and scalp. Now the hair pull alone was more than enough to draw the official’s attention, but the boot grinding against Mal’s neck brought him over that much faster. “One warning, Elise! Move that foot!”
Winterrest looked at him blandly, then broke into a grin when she grrrrrrrrround her heel back n’ forth. Obeying the spirit of his command should’ve bought the Mainer a little extra time, alas the zebra must’ve been one of those crusading types because he started in with, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
“Don’t you dare, threaten me!” Elise dropped Mallory’s hair, then scuffed a little kick into the side of her head, all without taking her eyes off the referee. “It was YOUR incompetence which allowed that glorified carnival act to run roughshod over me for the first several minutes of this match! You would do well to keep your mouth shut until the match is over… unless of course you’d like me to talk to Mr. Thomas about opening an official review of your job performance tonight.”
Damned if she wasn’t convincing in her outrage. The befuddled ref was halfway toward issuing an apology when the roars of the crowd reached his ears. Sensing something wrong, he looked from them to Elise, to Mal--”Dammit Elise, I told you to get off her throat!”
The wicked-eyed brunette didn’t bother to inspect her fancy footwork, she simply continued to step on the Aussie’s windpipe as she’d done ever since Slade rolled onto her back almost ten seconds prior. Rather than waste more time trying to argue her, the ref drew in a deep breath and boomed off, “ONE! TWO! THREE!”
Winterrest removed her foot from Mallory’s neck and dropped to her knees without a word to the black & white. “The man tells me I shouldn’t worry at your throat.” she cooed to the gasping, retching battler. “Clearly he’s never met me.” Both hands darted out and coiled around the Tigress’s neck. Bearing down in a blatant Stranglehold, the Icy Manipulator threw a leg over Slade’s waist, then leaned forward and down, the tip of her nose hovering all of a half inch above her opponent’s forehead. “Neither have you, if I’m being totally honest about the situation. Our first two encounters were merely that, the slightest of introductions designed to give you an idea of who you were dealing with. Now that you do, I can go about really picking you apa-
”Let her go or I’ll disqualify you on the spot, Elise!” The ref clamped a death grip on her shoulder, the only thing he could think of other than a tackle or straight-up disqualifications. “Last warning, Winterrest! Knock off all that strangling bullshit or I’ll have to disqualify you!.”
Elise didn’t look like she believed a single word of it, but she’d been flaunting the rules with none of her usual subtlety and she didn’t want to risk giving this mewling kitten a victory on a technicality. So she released the throttling hold and raised both hands to shoulder level. “Forgive me. I tend to lose my temper when some sneaking piece of gutter trash gets one over on me while the official stands by and does nothing but watch.” The ref started to proclaim his innocence but stopped when Elise took hold of Mallory’s noggin with a perfectly legal Chinlock. “It seems that our dutiful chaperone has issues with my wanting to strangle you into unconsciousness.” Winterrest explained as she led a stumbling, rubber-legged Mal to the edge of the squared circle. “I could waste precious time explaining to him how such rough handling is the only way to break a true beast of the forest, yet I am of the mind that he would side with you if only because of your preternatural ability to sob and whine on command.”
“Fuuuuhhh…. faaaaaahhh… f*uck youUUUUNNNGGGH!” Slade’s groaning defiance collapsed along with the rest of her when Ms. Murder drilled a vengeful little kick into the pit of her left knee.
Shifting to a two-handed grip on the other brunette’s noggin as soon as her knees touched the mat, Elise wrenched Mal’s head back to force blistering eye contact. “Such VILE language from one who seeks to be a hero to these people.” Winterrest ‘tsk-tsked’, the sound of it nearly driving Slade mad with anger. If you were familiar with the concept of soap I’d use some to wash your mouth out. But since personal hygiene is foreign to slavering beasts and Australians alike, I’ll have to try a different approach.”
Mallory didn’t like the sound of that much at all and she snatched hold of the American’s wrists in a valiant attempt to prize her head loose. It would’ve worked if she’d been given the tiniest bit more time, alas Winterrest pivoted and drilled a quick Kneelift into the back of her rival’s skull the instant she felt those talons bite down.
“Open wide. I said open WIDE, you filthy, cheating bytch.” Elise cupped one hand against Mal’s forehead while curling her other around the Aussie’s jaw. Pressing her cheeks with thumb and forefinger, the Icy Manipulator forced Slade’s mouth open and dragged her even closer to the ropes.
Suddenly aware of what the crazy skagger had in mind, Mallory wrenched her head from side to side, trying desperately to reclaim control over her jaw. Alas, Elise would not be denied and she forced Slade’s open mouth against a section of the second strand. Just as quickly she curled her left arm under the flailing wrestler’s chin while her right hand palmed the back of Mallory’s head. It looked almost like a Sleeper until she clamped down and in so doing made Slade attempt to bite through the rubber-coated steel.
Momentarily silenced by the remarkable cruelty of Elise’s attack, it took Mal’s own muffled shrieks to get the Jungle Dwellers roaring again. A good number of them demanded action from the ref and he jumped to it the instant he’d wrapped his brain around what Ms. Murder had done. “Let go of her Elise! Only warning!” She didn’t even turn his way so he was forced to belt out, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Winterrest let loose, seized that sweat damp ponytail again and hauled Slade to her feet with minimal resistance. Wasn’t hard to understand, really. Mal was far too concerned checking on her aching jaw to worry about a little hair pulling, even when Elise spun her around in a wicked fast half circle. This was followed by a Kneelift to the belly and a pair of hands laced snug across the back of the Tigress’s neck. Lowering her own head, Elise tucked in under the point of Mal’s chin, then pushed onto her toes and dropped to her knees. Amplified by the punishment in the ropes, Elise’s Jawkbreaker sent the Australian import reeling like a drunk, in fact it’s safe to say she would’ve tumbled over the top rope if Winterrest herself hadn’t grabbed both ankles to keep her close.
With the other brunette safely confined to the ring for now, Elise swung around behind, slipping her right leg over Mallory’s left thigh as she did. In the next instant she wormed herself under Slade’s left arm, wrapped her own arms around Mal’s head and craaaaaaaaanked back to complete a simple but effective Abdominal Stretch. Hands knotted between her foe’s neck and right shoulder, Winterrest dipped her knees, bounced and jerked, each motion designed to put more and more strain on Slade’s gulping, sweat-beaded midsection. “No need to ask if she’s submitting.” Elise assured the official when he made a move to check on Mallory. “I’m sure she’ll scream loud enough to get your attention when the time comes.”
ABDOMINAL STRETCH @ 00:26
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sR70ewv40Fk
The words were barely out of her mouth when Ms. Murder halved the control over her rival’s head (leaving her right hand to cup Mal’s chin) and crooked the index, middle and ring fingers on her left hand into a wicked claw. These she slipped into the side of Slade’s mouth and yaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back. Letting loose with a distorted yowl as the fishhook stretched her cheek, Slade smacked at Elise with her left hand, but with it trapped behind the other brunette’s back she couldn’t get much leverage on her shots. Her right hand was a little more mobile and after she tried and failed to grab Winterrest’s hair, she proceeded to pound the point of her elbow into the Mainer’s right thigh.
Elise didn’t much care for the resistance so she abandoned the hook for a grip on her prey’s nose. A pinch n’ twist brought a loud squeal from the trapped Tigress and a warning from the official. “Let go of her face, Elise! The Stretch is fine, but I won’t let you mangle her!”
The Icy Manipulator crunched Slade’s nose one more time, then resumed her previous control over opposing noggin. “Do you hear that, kitten? He said he won’t let me mangle you. Noble, though it implies a level of control he cannot hope to exertTEERRGGH! STOP THAT!”
Mallory gouged her attacker’s thigh with another elbow strike and dug in, really working the bony dagger into the dense muscle. Far from pleased, Elise freed her left hand again, grabbed hold of Mallory’s top and yanked it down, spilling the Aussie’s left breast from confinement. The flashbulbs hadn’t even gone off when Winterrest plucked her foe’s nipple between thumb and forefinger and twisted it hard enough to make Mal’s eyes water. “Stop throwing elbows right now.” Elise commanded the struggling battler. “Or I’ll twist it off.” she punctuated the threat with a vile pinch.
Slade moaned, hating herself for the helplessness of the sound. The bronzed brunette had been in her fair share of catfights both in and out of the ring, but Winterrest had the most unmerciful grip of any bytch she’d ever encountered and a supreme talent for applying it to the softest, most vulnerable places. Even so, she wasn’t about to let the sadistic witch force compliance on her with a goddamned titty twister. Breathing deep, Mallory asked, “What’s the matter, Elise?” she stabbed her elbow into her tormentor’s thigh harder than ever. “Afraid of a little bruising? You should be more worried about the scars I’ll leave on your AAAAAAAWWWW GAAAAAAAAHHHHHD DAMMMMMIT!”
Elise abandoned her control on Slade’s chin to double up on the heartless nipple torture. “I said stop. Elbowing. Me. NOW!” Winterrest practically screamed it into her prey’s ear.
But Mal refused.
In fact she channeled every bit of hurt and anger into the shots that just kept smashing into Ms. Murder’s right leg. Eventually the steadily increasing ache grew too much for Winterrest to tolerate so she released the Abdominal Stretch entirely and spun the reeling brunette to face her. With Slade in the front and the ropes behind, Elise went low, hooked her legs between the Australian’s ankles and toppled her throat-first into the middle strand.
Forgetting all other problems in the wake of her pinched windpipe, Mallory scrambled up and backpedaled away from the scene of the accident. Careful to give the wounded animal all the room she needed, Elise waited ‘til Mallory was almost in the center of the ring before she raced forward and sprang onto the center strand. Launching herself into full reverse, Winterrest reached back with both hands and caught Slade’s head in a Three Quarters Facelock. Then she pulled down hard and laid out on her back to THWHUNK the Tigress’s face into the canvas courtesy a Bullet With A Name.
BULLET WITH A NAME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=57ectUXUO4A
Mallory bounced, flopped over onto her back and showed no signs of life when Elise crawled over and hooked the far leg. Then the ref was in place, his hand striking the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Slade shrugged loose and turned away from her tormentor with half a second to spare. Elise gave the referee a withering look and probably would’ve followed up with a sharp smack if she hadn’t deemed him too foolish to intentionally cross her. A flicker of movement down by Slade caught her attention and Winterrest laughed when she saw the loser working to fix her distended top. “You’re far too hung up on decorum, dear. Here, allow me.” Ms. Murder snatched hold of Mallory’s top in both hands and tore it away in a single yank, leaving her foe bare to the waist.
“You hateful bytch.” Slade had both hands pressed to her breasts not out of modesty (though that was part of it) but to soothe the burning sting left by her opponent’s nails. “I’m going to get you for this, either in the ring or out of--” the Tigress went dead quiet when Elise grabbed a handful of hair and leaned down so close she was practically whispering in one ear.
“Any vengeance of yours will almost certainly have to come in the form of a strongly worded complaint letter.” she cooed softly. “Because you sure as hell aren’t getting it done between these ropes.”
Mal’s eyes narrowed to black slots, the hatred she felt for the Mainer would’ve been frightening if it didn’t feel so damned good. “Sweetie, the only reason you aren’t screaming right now is because I was kind enough to treat you like a human being instead of a savage beast. Now that I know otherwise I’ll NNNNGGGHH!”
Elise filled her hands with the vulnerable brunette’s hair and THWHUNKED her skull against the canvas once, twice, three times! “You’ll do nothing but crawl off into the gloom to lick your wounds.” the Icy Manipulator snapped. “But you’re not going anywhere until I give you permission.”
Tossing Mal’s head down, she got up and moved to the Aussie’s ankles, which she promptly claimed for her own use. A short, brisk drag brought Mallory all the way to the ropes and a little beyond, as Winterrest laid her feet on the middle rope. Then she grabbed the bottom in both hands and pulled it up and over Slade’s boots, effectively trapping her in place.
“Hey! Get her out of the ropes, Elise!” the ref barked.
“Why? I haven’t done anything.” Elise was the very picture of innocence, even as she drilled the heel of one boot into the pit of Mal’s stomach. Leaving him with a smile that warned of a terrible fate should he try to meddle with her handiwork, Elise strutted to the nearest corner and slipped onto the apron. From there she climbed up to the high rent district and took a moment to look out over the FAWNatics. “This Tigress of yours clearly hasn’t adjusted to life in the wild yet. For her sake and yours, it’s best she be put out of her misery.”
This did nothing for the hate being thrown her way, not that it bothered Winterrest. Smiling more widely than ever, she leapt out into the void, pulled her right arm up into a stubby ‘V’ and THWHAMMED it full force… into the canvas recently occupied by Slade’s throat.
While Ms. Murder’s rope trick made it impossible for the Aussie to roll away, she had managed to sit up at the last possible second, leaving Elise with nothing but empty mat. Oh so close despite her evasion, Mallory deferred attention from her bonds just long enough to twist around and pound two huge punches into the groaning grappler’s ribs. Elise cursed and rolled out of reach, so Slade set about getting clear of the rubber-coated steel prison.
Once loose, she crawled over to the Icy Manipulator and straddled her waist. “I’ve felt your claws and they are very, very sharp.” Mal admitted in a near whisper. “Now it’s time your felt my jaws on your throat.” She leaned down, kissed the curve of Winterrest’s jaw and promptly sank her teeth into the soft flesh directly below.
Elise hissed and bucked her hips hard, but with the other brunette pressed so close she couldn’t muster the leverage to throw her off. And while she could’ve called the official’s attention to this blatantly illegal activity, the thought was given less than a moment’s consideration. More than willing to deal with this affront on her own, Winterrest reached around to the base of Mal’s ponytail, twisted it around both fists and jerked with all her might.
Slade grimaced and reared back, both hands flying to her tugged tresses. “Did you really think you could out-savage me, little girl?” Elise gloated. “Any fury of yours is mindless and all too easily dispelled. Mine however,” she wrenched the Australian’s noggin from side to side, earning a sharp cry in the process, “is calculated, cunning and never, EVER forgotNNNNGGGHH!”
Mallory Bytch Slapped her twice, forehand and backhand, the retorts as loud as rifle shots in the close confines of the Bangor Memorial Auditorium. The hands in her hair loosened considerably and Slade cemented her freedom by TWHUMPING a stubby Double Axehandle into Ms. Murder’s sternum. Winterrest sucked in a gasp and instinctively cradled both arms against her chest to protect against more blows. Mal made no move to stop her, indeed she even let Elise draw a few deep breaths before she snatched hold of her right wrist and yanked it away from the protection of her torso. Doing so sent a bolt of pain through her elbow and forgot all about her chest in trying to force the Australian from her perch.
No dice, Slade stretched the arm out as far as she could, then made a point of driving it into the thinly-sheathed plywood. “Let go of me, bytch.” Winterrest growled as she kept trying to force her free hand into Mallory’s face. “Let go before I decide to really hurt OOFFHHHHH!”
Braced heavily on her left knee, Slade brought the right up, over and down atop her opponent’s chest. “You’re the only one getting hurt tonight, girlie.” Slade promised while grinding her knee into Elise’s sternum. “You’re just too arrogant to realize it.”
Another quick Knee Smash stole that much more of the Icy Manipulator’s air and gave Mal all the time she needed to take up a perch on the grounded brunette’s right side. Stretching out full length and balanced on her toes like she was set to do push-ups, Slade THUMPED her right knee into the underside of Elise’s bicep, just above her elbow. Winterrest shrieked and twisted like a livewire, at least everything besides her right arm. That remained immobilized in Slade’s clutches.
“That’s just one, Elise.” Mal taunted. “I (THUMP!) can (THUMP!) keep (THUMP!) this (THUMP!) up (THUMP!) all (THUMP!) night!” She punctuated by pushing herself into a gorgeous handstand that held for more than three seconds. At the end of which she swung back the way she’d came, tucked both knees against her chest and THWHUMPED Elise’s rapidly-deteriorating arm that much harder.
The shock of that last collision finally let Winterrest pull her arm free and she immediately rolled for the ropes in hopes of taking a breather (or three) on the outside. Sanctuary was all of inches away when Mal dove in and caught her by, what else, the right wrist. “NO!” Ms. Murder wrapped her left hand around the bottom rope and held on for dear life. “I’M IN THE ROPES! GET HER OFFERRRRGGGHH!”
Mallory PWAAAKED a ruthless little Hammer Punch into her foe’s exposed elbow, forcing Elise to abandon her tether. “Like I told you before.” Slade doubled up on her Wristlock and found it remarkably easy to drag Elise to her feet after a couple energetic shakes. “It’s time you felt my jaws. You had a taste of them at your neck, but they’re clamped down TIGHT on this little arm of yours.” The Tigress stepped back, twisted the exposed limb in a simple Arm Ringer and was delighted to see Elise’s knees almost buckle.
“Since when do predators target a single joint?” Winterrest sneered. Her free hand wasn’t on her shoulder, but the elbow that Slade had honed in on with such intensity. “Doesn’t sound like a tigress to me. More like a jackal or perhaps a hyAAAGGGHHH FAAAAAAAHHHK! YOU BYTCH!”
Mal stepped back, drew a bead and snapped a whip-crack little kick up into the American’s bicep. Elise’s knees did buckle then, but they’d barely tickled the canvas when Slade yanked her back to verticality. Holding the arm out at shoulder level one more time, the tawny stunner hopped up, pulled her knees tight against her chest and braced them against both sides of Winterrest’s elbow. Then she laid out and brought Elise down with a THWHUMP and a scream that got a murmur of sympathy from even the most devout followers of sweetness and light.
DOUBLE KNEE ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZF4hEwe600g
Winterrest bounced over onto her back and promptly turned onto her stomach, that ruined arm tucked snug against her chest in hopes of keeping it away from the rampaging Tigress. Any dreams of recuperation were dashed when Slade sat on the small of her back and clamped down on both shoulders. “LET ME GO!” Winterrest roared, her tone still wicked enough to chill the blood despite her dire predicament.
Mallory only shook her head ‘no’ and made quick work of threading the Mainer’s left arm over the plank of her thigh. Pausing briefly to catch her breath (and enjoy the mount) Slade smoothed out her own battle-frayed hair, then rain her fingers through Elise’s dark locks. “Give me your arm, Elise. Now.”
“The f*ck I will.” Winterrest spat. “You want it, kitten? You’ll have to take NNRRRGGHHH!”
More than willing to do just that, Slade cupped one hand under Winterrest’s chin and crooked the other into a claw, two tines of which slipped deftly into the other brunette’s nostrils. Then she pulled back on Elise’s noggin and repeated, “Give me your arm or I’ll take your face instead. Want that, skag?”
Elise shook her head ‘no’ in case that idiot ref was watching, but she made no move to comply. So Mallory stopped worrying at her nose and clawed at her eyes instead. That brought an immediate warning from the ref and Elise might’ve earned her freedom if she’d managed to hold on ‘til ‘FOUR!’ but the instinct to protect her eyes was too great to ignore and offered up her wounded arm as the only line of defense. Mallory caught it in a Half Nelson at once, then reached across with her left hand, grabbed hold at the wrist and drew it across her throat to cinch in the Platypus Clutch.
Butt snug, feet flat, Slade CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANKED back on the fusion of Cobra and Camel that bent her opponent’s usually limber frame into a tipped over ‘J’ that looked like it could snap at any second. “Whadda ya say, Elise?” the ref drew in close to get an answer. If the red in Winterrest’s face was any indication, there wasn’t a whole lot of air getting through. “Do you want to throw in the towel?”
No snark or ‘tude, just a weary shake ‘no’.
Up top, Mallory frowned and tugged her noose a little tighter. Then she slid back onto the curve of her prey’s glutes and pulled that much harder. “Give it up, sweetheart.” Mal grunted. “You’re not going anywhere.” She rocked the trapped brunette up n’ down, up n’ down and that took Elise beyond her breaking point, the Icy Manipulator abruptly nodding ‘yes’ as emphatically as her bonds would allow.
Her capitulation satisfied the ref, who spun away and signaled for the bell. It also satisfied the Jungle dwellers, who leapt to their feet when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… MALLORY SLADE!”
It did not however, satisfy Mallory, who snuggled back into the hollow of Elise’s back without so much as a smirk. Literally choking on pain and embarrassment, Elise rasped, “Lehhhhhht goooooo byhhhiitccccch. I gaaahhhveh.”
Mallory pulled her a little closer, all the better to whisper in Winterrest’s ear. “You didn’t give, you nodded. Doesn’t count as a submission where I’m from, girl. You want out? Say it.”
Paying no attention to the nattering official (she wanted to save all her hatred for the Australian whore), Elise bared her teeth and whispered. “I yield.”
“SAY IT!” Mallory barked.
“I QUIT!” Winterrest roared. “I QUIT YOU BYTCH, NOW GET OFF!”
Slade released the Cobra half of her Clutch, but she didn’t relinquish her mount. Instead she snagged that ruined right arm and angled it across her thigh. “We’re about done, bytch.” the Tigress cooed to her defenseless opponent. “I just want to give you a little parting gift.” With that she slipped her hands into the arm holes of Elise’s one-piece and sank those wicked claws into Ms. Murder’s breasts.
Elise threw her head back and shrieked, a wail of anguish, humiliation and the promise of vengeance to come. It lasted a good long while but Mallory’s grip lasted longer, in fact the Australian gave those tits a final ‘forget me not’ squeeze before she let loose and got to her feet.
Planting a foot between Elise’s shoulders, she dusted off her hands and put ‘em on her hips. “Elise was right about one thing.” she told the cheering Jungle Dwellers. “Things got real nasty in chapter two. But chapter three? That’s when it gets bloody.”
********
Another night of ferocious Jungle action had almost drawn to a close, yet no one made a move toward the doors, not with the Announcer heralding the second chapter in what was turning into the promotion’s most adversarial rivalry. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, 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:
The Jungle dwellers leapt up and cheered their lungs out for the tawny stunner who could make pulses race and hearts stop in the same breath. Alongside this cacophony came Escape the Fate’s ‘One For the Money’ and Mallory appeared a moment later, the brunette battler bursting through the curtain. Bolting halfway down the aisle before she ground to a stop, Slade whipped around on her heel to better address the crowd. “WHAT TIME IS IT, PEOPLE?” she bellowed.
‘IT’S TIME TO HUNT!’ they answered without hesitation.
Nodding with uncharacteristic solemnity, Slade resumed her march to the ring, albeit at a far more measured pace than usual. For her second singles encounter with the Jungle’s coldest heart, she wore a (replacement) 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.
Stalking to the hard camera 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. Momentarily alone save for the official, Mallory moved to the far corner and grabbed the top rope in either hand. It wasn’t to test tensile strength or some last minute stress reliever, no it was simply to keep her moored in place. If she let go too soon, she was afraid she’d tear a certain ruthless bytch apart before she ever reached the ring.
The music had only just faded out when the Announcer went on. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Belasco Maine, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-three pounds. They call her Miss Murder, ELISE WINTERREST!”
OUT OF THE BLACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_d_C5b-BD4
Hate poured into the Bangor Memorial Auditorium like a late season snowstorm as the pounding, staccato drumbeat of Royal Blood’s ‘Out of the Black’ wafted from the speakers. Elise arrived in time with the drums, the Icy Manipulator’s silent arrival a jarring contrast to the ear-shredding levels of disdain she inspired. As pleased by their loathing as she was unfazed by the anger radiating off Slade, Elise’s small smile grew noticeably wider when the house lights went down, then blazed forth in an eerie, fiery red. Smirking about a joke she had no intention of sharing, the local girl made oh so bad started down the ramp and made a point to evade the dozens of foolish hands that dared long for even a moment of her frigid touch.
ELISE WINTERREST:
Despite the inevitability of impending summer, the bendy-backed brunette made no concessions whatsoever to the season as she still sported 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 center of the ring without so much as a backwards glance.
Fully aware of, yet paying no mind to the other brunette, Elise stopped dead center of the middle of the squared circle and arched an eyebrow. After inspecting all four sides, she finally locked eyes with the fuming presence in the opposite corner. Elise slowly reached for the knot at the nape of neck…. then very deliberately turned her back on the Tigress.
Big mistake.
The dress had *just* started to fall when Mallory exploded off the buckles, came in low and wrapped her arms around the other brunette’s waist. Unable to believe that the Australian bytch actually had the gall to attack her from behind, Winterrest tried to get her hands in place but she was a bit too slow and slammed down hard on her forearms and cheek. Painful though the landing was, it was relegated to the status of minor concern when Slade plunged her hands into the other brunette’s hair and proceeded to thwump-thwhump-THWUMP! her face against the mat.
By then the lights were up, the bell had CLANGED and the ref was tugging at Mal’s right arm, the poor dope trying his best to pull her off so the match could start with both competitors on even footing. Nothing doing, Slade bounced Elise’s head one more time, then pressed down with all the force she could muster and draaaaaaaaaaagged Ms. Murder’s squalling, protesting features back n’ forth across the rough canvas.
Mallory enjoyed that sound very much, unfortunately the American’s keening made it almost impossible to deliver her message, so she wrenched Winterrest’s head up and leaned in so close her lips brushed Elise’s left ear. “Here’s a little survival tip, girl.” the tawny stunner hissed in her prey’s ear, “Don’t EVER turn your back on a pissed off Tigress.”
Elise spat a curse, reached for her attacker’s hair and grabbed hold with a vicious yank. The pain was bright and immediate, but Slade only smiled, “Go ahead and pull all you want.” she flicked her tongue against the American’s earlobe and was delighted by the enraged shudder that ran through her body. “Pull a little harder and I swear to all that is holy I will bite your ear off.”
Mallory took a little nip and might’ve helped herself to more if the ref hadn’t barked, “DAMMIT MAL, GET OFF HER NOW OR I’LL HAVE TO DISQUALIFY YOU!”
He was probably bluffing, but Slade had waited two months to get her hands on Winterrest again and she wasn’t about to risk having the match thrown out before it began. So she released Elise’s hair, seized hold of her dress and got to her feet, all while peeling the garment away with a loud, dry RRRRRRIIIIIIP!
Shorn of her silk sheath, Elise Winterrest rolled under the bottom rope and clambered to the floor in the blink of an eye. Posting up at the base of the ramp, she made a few quick checks of her black & red one-piece, all the while staring a hole straight through Mallory Slade, who would’ve been on the floor with her if not for the official snugging an arm around her waist.
“You are dead, kitten.” the Icy Manipulator promised. “You may pass for a beast at some broken down roadside freakshow, but in the ring with me you’re nothing more than fresh, bleeding meaWHAANNNNGGGHHH!”
Mal tore loose of the official’s grasp, grabbed hold of the top rope and vaulted over ‘n down onto Elise with a Slingshot Plancha that sent both brunettes to the floor.
SLINGSHOT PLANCHA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=i4OnC_HSmfI
Rolling clear of the impact within heartbeats, Mallory sprang to her feet and paused just long enough to tell the crowd, “HUNT’S ON, BABY!”
The Jungle Dwellers cheered uproariously as Slade went back on the attack, first with a flurry of Stomps to Winterrest’s belly and chest, then several more to the small of her back once she’d managed to roll over. Hardly satisfied with a simple bludgeoning, Mallory clamped down on Elise at trunks and tresses and hauled her most of the way to boot leather. In the same motion she swung around, loped toward the steel steps and tossed the other brunette at them full force.
Elise turned her head to spare it the worst of the impact but that meant her right shoulder struck it first, the echoing BWOOOOOM enough to get groans of sympathy from even the most vengeful fans. Teeth bared after the bone-jarring impact, Winterrest clawed for the top of the steps and used that handhold to hoist herself “NNNNNNNGGGGGGHHH!”
The Icy Manipulator folded up over the steps when Mallory closed in and PWAAAAKED a left hand into her kidney. Glaring down at the American’s vulnerable back, Slade fashioned her hands into talons and affixed the right to her opponent’s sore shoulder and the left to the site of the punch. “Feel those claws digging in, Elise? They’re gonna rip a lot deeper before the night’s over, that’s a promise. You wanted meat, bytch? Well I’m going to serve you up raw and SCREAMING!”
She abandoned the claw grips, helped herself to a double handful of hair and bounced Winterrest’s face and chest against the top step one more time. A quick check of the ref’s count told her it was only about half over, but Slade went ahead and rolled under the bottom rope anyway. After everything Ms. Murder put her through the first time, she felt no particular urge to rush her revenge. Back out on the floor, she collected Elise by the scruff of the neck and dragged her along the apron until they were near the center. Spinning Elise around so her tummy was pressed tight against the hard ledge, Mallory forced her to bend over just enough to slide under the bottom rope. Then she hooked Winterrest’s biceps, straightened her up and threaded ‘em over the bottom rope.
With the other brunette’s back cruelly exposed, Slade curled her fingers into claws and laid them against Elise’s shoulders. Winterrest sucked in a tiny gasp, but not so tiny Mal didn’t catch it. “You don’t want to play scratching post, Elise? Beg.”
The idea of begging the tawdry idiot for anything made Elise smile. Indeed, she almost laughed aloud but managed to hold it in. Unable to turn her head thanks to the unusual predicament, she asked, “Beg? I think not. That’s the sort of cowardice one would expect from a shiftless Australian whoRREEEEGGGGHHHHH!”
Mallory scored her from shoulders to buttocks, those well-kept nails leaving bright pink furrows that deepened to an uglier red as the Jungle Dwellers watched. The initial round was followed by half a dozen more and punctuated by a vicious overhand slap that CRAAACKED between Winterrest’s shoulders. “I’m sorry Elise, you were saying?” Mal said when she’d leaned her chin against the other brunette’s aching shoulder.
“Not at all dear. I was simply noting how you were a gutless savage that couldn’t hope of winning this match without--”
Winterrest went dead quirt when Slade slipped both hands into the arm-holes of her opponent’s one-piece. Cupping Elise’s breasts just enough for the American to feel her nails. “I’m sorry, I keep interrupting. Go on.”
Elise took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Do your worst, Slade. I assure you mine is NNNNNGGGGGGHHHH!”
Mallory bore down with white-knuckle ferocity, this groping, squeezing, mauling assault the too long delayed vengeance for having her own breasts bared to the world after Elise finished her in their first encounter. The count was getting high again and Slade knew she had to get it back in the ring, but she wasn’t quite finished outside. Ending the squeeze, she narrowed her focus to Winterrest’s buds and treated them to a not so gentle pluck.
“Is it a catfight you want, Elise?” she asked the Icy Manipulator. “If so, we can dispense with the pleasantries and go straight to the part where I make you cry.”
Elise’s answer sounded calm even though her whole body trembled with pain and rage. After a long moment, she said, “The illusion of decorum is the only thing keeping me from f*cking your face in front of all these pathetic GGRRRRHHHHHH AAAAAAAARRRRHHHHH BYTCH!”
Mallory twisted Elise’s nipples between thumb and forefinger and kept it up until she slid under the bottom rope to beat the count. Wheeling around on all fours, she caught Winterrest by the hair and quickly dragged her into the squared circle as well. “I could mount your face right now.” Mallory’s lips were in Elise’s ear again, her breath soft and mean as she delivered the threat. “But I won’t. You haven’t earned a quick out, Elise. To paraphrase one of my favorite movies, you’ll be alive when I start to eat you.”
Winterrest lashed out with one hand and clamped down on the Australian’s wrist. “You didn’t have to whisper that, bytch.” Miss Murder growled. “Everyone in this arena is going to know when you’re eating NNNGHHH!”
Slade thumped her foe’s forehead into the canvas, pushed up on one knee and promptly brought it THUMPING into the crown of Winterrest’s skull. She repeated the brain-rattling blow twice more in rapid succession, then planted a pert kiss on Elise’s ear and purred, “Fantasize all you want, girl. The real thing ain’t gonna be nearly so pleasant.”
Case in point, Mal rolled Winterrest onto her back, hauled her to a seat and snuggled in close, all the better to curl her left arm around the American’s neck. Wedging Elise’s chin into her armpit with an Inverted Facelock, the Tigress crooked her other hand into a claw and raked it across Elise’s tummy. “These,” she made a point of sloooooowly trailing her fingers through the stylized slashes in her foe’s one-piece, “will be showing a different shade of red before I’m done.”
Absolutely livid over the way Slade had first blindsided and now displayed her, Winterrest slammed a heel against the mat and clawed feverishly at the arm coiled ‘round her neck. “Tough words from a house pet,” she spat, “tell me, did you ever take anything down face to face or do you prefer to feed like a scavengARRRGGHHHHH LET GO YOU SNEAKING SLUT!”
Mallory had abandoned the tummy attack after a final hard squeeze and set to work clawing the trapped brunette’s breasts as enthusiastically as she could. “You brought this on yourself, Elise.” Slade explained without a hint of snark. “You kept me locked up after the bell. You took my top and showed my tits to everyone in the stand. Now you get to learn what happens when you leave your prey wounded and not deaDEERRRGGGHH HAIR! HAIR, REF!”
There was no need to call attention to Winterrest’s infraction as she made no attempt to disguise the murderous grip on Elise’s hair. The official tapped Elise’s left elbow and said, “Off the hair, Winterrest! You want out you’re going to do it clean.”
“Or you’re gonna TAP!” Mal barked. Acting without thought to the rebuke her response would bring, Slade balled her clawin’ hand into a fist and THWHUMPED a hard little hammer punch between the vulnerable battler’s legs.
Elise yowled and demanded prompt restitution for the infraction, which the official was quick to provide. “C’mon Mal, you know you can’t do that! Break the hold!”
The Aussie offered him a smile of transcendent sweetness. “I have until five, referee.” That she did and Mal Slade forced him to call it out to ‘FOUR!’ while she snatched a hold of Winterrest’s waistband and trundled the both of ‘em to boot leather. Soon as they were up, Slade dipped her knees in a deep crouch, then popped her hips to take the suffering cheater up, over and DOWN onto her face, chest and belly courtesy of an Inverted Vertical Suplex. Elise bounced and rolled over to better clutch at her aching abdominals.
INVERTED VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMBIpg7dvBI
Mallory didn’t really think she had the match sewn up yet but she wanted Winterrest to have a little preview of coming attractions so she slid forward and snugged her tiger print-sheathed buns down on Elise’s gaping mug. Shrieks from the crowd and Winterrest, the former almost deafening, the latter obviously muffled. Still close to the action, the zebra checked Ms. Murder’s shoulders, found them flat and counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
Elise did some clawing of her own, two sets of well-manicured nails biting into Slade’s glutes with more than enough force to make her vacate the mount. Stomping away with a scowl, Mallory set her distended briefs to rights with a practiced ‘flick’. “Should’ve let me finish ya off right there, girl.” she muttered on her way back to the sputtering brunette. “Now it’ll hafta be the hard way.”
Slade buried her hands in Winterrest’s hair, dragged her to hands and knees and quickly stuffed her head between her thighs. After that she slipped her arms under Elise’s biceps and pulled up, jerking them up and out in a Double Underhook. Or it would’ve been a Double Underhook if she’d been able to lock her hands. They were still a few inches apart when the Murderous One jerked her head down and forced it back up. The impact against Slade’s undercarriage wasn’t nearly that of a traditional Low Blow, but it did loosen the Scissors a tiny bit and that allowed Winterrest to administer a second Headbutt, this one quite a bit stronger than the first.
Bearing down on the Headscissors in spite of the pain blossoming in her center, Mal RAKED Elise’s mostly bare back yet again, then snatched hold of her bottoms and pulled them north by several inches. Everyone seemed to appreciate this save for Elise herself, so the Tigress jerked her handhold back n’ forth and even bounced it up and down, all the better for the Bangor faithful to see how helpless this manipulative bytch was when confronted with an equal adversary.
“Wanna give it up, tuff girl?” Slade sneered at her roaring captive. “Or can I dig my claws into those pale little cheeks of WHOOOAHH NNNNNNNGGGGGHH!”
Elise dug her own hooks into the Tigress’s thighs and straightened up so forcefully it tossed Mallory over in a makeshift Back Body Drop. Crumpling to her knees even though she was free of the other brunette’s weight, Winterrest scrambled toward the ropes and would’ve slid under lowermost if a quick to recover Mallory hadn’t caught her around one ankle. Dark eyes tossing sparks, Elise rolled over onto her back and looped one arm around the bottom rope to make sure Slade couldn’t drag her back to the middle of the ring. Rather than ask the official to grant her a break, she addressed Slade directly. “Get your filthy hands off me you glorified mud wrestler.”
Mal stood up and gave the captured gam a hard shake. “Mud, oil, slime or snow, I’d hunt your gutless ass down in any terrain.” She shifted her grip to heel and toe and started to twist, putting unpleasant pressure on the Mainer’s ankle. “Maybe I’ll just snap this off so you can’t run away. That work for you, Elise?”
Winterrest hooked her other arm over the bottom rope, thus strengthening her anchor. “I think I’d rather hear you scream. It’s been too long since I’ve felt the tears of a no talent beach rat falling against the canvas.”
Mallory’s pretty face went hard and cold. “You’ll want to watch your mouth, Winterrest. Unless you want me to peel that outfit instead of shred AHHHHH FAAAAHHKK NNNNNGGGHHH!”
Elise jerked her trapped leg as hard as she could, not to free it, but with the hopes of pulling Slade closer. This tactic proved a rousing success and she followed it up by THUNKING the heel of her free foot into Mal’s left shin. The Tigress dropped to one knee which wouldn’t have been too bad if Ms. Murder hadn’t whipped that same foot up n’ around to THWHACK off her temple in a jury-rigged Enzugiri.
Mallory spun in a quarter circle and hunched forward on her knees and elbows to better nurse the throbbing between her ears. Behind her, Elise Winterrest rose up like a nightmare, her usually calm features contorted into a grin that was equal parts hatred and triumph. Silent for now, the Icy Manipulator circled around in front of the penitent Aussie and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors of her own. Immediately thereafter she wrapped her arms around Slade’s waist, locked her hands and yanked up while simultaneously laying out on her back. The result saw Mal flipped up n’ over into a THWHUMPING face-first collision with the thinly-sheathed plywood.
MURDEROUS FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=E02AksSO3zo
Mood only slightly improved by the sound of Australian trash striking the canvas, Winterrest got to her feet and took a moment to adjust bits and pieces of her togs, which had grown quite rumpled since the start of Slade’s blindside assault. “Just like any other rampaging beast.” Elise muttered as she stalked over to the flattened wrestler. “Quick to rage and even quicker to run just as soon as the tides have turned. But there is no running from me, Tigress.”
She bent down, coiled a good length of Mallory’s ponytail around her left fist and planted that foot on the back of Slade’s neck. Simultaneously pulling on the former while stepping on the latter, Ms. Murder brought her rival back to mewling life as Mallory grew aware of the burning pain in her neck and scalp. Now the hair pull alone was more than enough to draw the official’s attention, but the boot grinding against Mal’s neck brought him over that much faster. “One warning, Elise! Move that foot!”
Winterrest looked at him blandly, then broke into a grin when she grrrrrrrrround her heel back n’ forth. Obeying the spirit of his command should’ve bought the Mainer a little extra time, alas the zebra must’ve been one of those crusading types because he started in with, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
“Don’t you dare, threaten me!” Elise dropped Mallory’s hair, then scuffed a little kick into the side of her head, all without taking her eyes off the referee. “It was YOUR incompetence which allowed that glorified carnival act to run roughshod over me for the first several minutes of this match! You would do well to keep your mouth shut until the match is over… unless of course you’d like me to talk to Mr. Thomas about opening an official review of your job performance tonight.”
Damned if she wasn’t convincing in her outrage. The befuddled ref was halfway toward issuing an apology when the roars of the crowd reached his ears. Sensing something wrong, he looked from them to Elise, to Mal--”Dammit Elise, I told you to get off her throat!”
The wicked-eyed brunette didn’t bother to inspect her fancy footwork, she simply continued to step on the Aussie’s windpipe as she’d done ever since Slade rolled onto her back almost ten seconds prior. Rather than waste more time trying to argue her, the ref drew in a deep breath and boomed off, “ONE! TWO! THREE!”
Winterrest removed her foot from Mallory’s neck and dropped to her knees without a word to the black & white. “The man tells me I shouldn’t worry at your throat.” she cooed to the gasping, retching battler. “Clearly he’s never met me.” Both hands darted out and coiled around the Tigress’s neck. Bearing down in a blatant Stranglehold, the Icy Manipulator threw a leg over Slade’s waist, then leaned forward and down, the tip of her nose hovering all of a half inch above her opponent’s forehead. “Neither have you, if I’m being totally honest about the situation. Our first two encounters were merely that, the slightest of introductions designed to give you an idea of who you were dealing with. Now that you do, I can go about really picking you apa-
”Let her go or I’ll disqualify you on the spot, Elise!” The ref clamped a death grip on her shoulder, the only thing he could think of other than a tackle or straight-up disqualifications. “Last warning, Winterrest! Knock off all that strangling bullshit or I’ll have to disqualify you!.”
Elise didn’t look like she believed a single word of it, but she’d been flaunting the rules with none of her usual subtlety and she didn’t want to risk giving this mewling kitten a victory on a technicality. So she released the throttling hold and raised both hands to shoulder level. “Forgive me. I tend to lose my temper when some sneaking piece of gutter trash gets one over on me while the official stands by and does nothing but watch.” The ref started to proclaim his innocence but stopped when Elise took hold of Mallory’s noggin with a perfectly legal Chinlock. “It seems that our dutiful chaperone has issues with my wanting to strangle you into unconsciousness.” Winterrest explained as she led a stumbling, rubber-legged Mal to the edge of the squared circle. “I could waste precious time explaining to him how such rough handling is the only way to break a true beast of the forest, yet I am of the mind that he would side with you if only because of your preternatural ability to sob and whine on command.”
“Fuuuuhhh…. faaaaaahhh… f*uck youUUUUNNNGGGH!” Slade’s groaning defiance collapsed along with the rest of her when Ms. Murder drilled a vengeful little kick into the pit of her left knee.
Shifting to a two-handed grip on the other brunette’s noggin as soon as her knees touched the mat, Elise wrenched Mal’s head back to force blistering eye contact. “Such VILE language from one who seeks to be a hero to these people.” Winterrest ‘tsk-tsked’, the sound of it nearly driving Slade mad with anger. If you were familiar with the concept of soap I’d use some to wash your mouth out. But since personal hygiene is foreign to slavering beasts and Australians alike, I’ll have to try a different approach.”
Mallory didn’t like the sound of that much at all and she snatched hold of the American’s wrists in a valiant attempt to prize her head loose. It would’ve worked if she’d been given the tiniest bit more time, alas Winterrest pivoted and drilled a quick Kneelift into the back of her rival’s skull the instant she felt those talons bite down.
“Open wide. I said open WIDE, you filthy, cheating bytch.” Elise cupped one hand against Mal’s forehead while curling her other around the Aussie’s jaw. Pressing her cheeks with thumb and forefinger, the Icy Manipulator forced Slade’s mouth open and dragged her even closer to the ropes.
Suddenly aware of what the crazy skagger had in mind, Mallory wrenched her head from side to side, trying desperately to reclaim control over her jaw. Alas, Elise would not be denied and she forced Slade’s open mouth against a section of the second strand. Just as quickly she curled her left arm under the flailing wrestler’s chin while her right hand palmed the back of Mallory’s head. It looked almost like a Sleeper until she clamped down and in so doing made Slade attempt to bite through the rubber-coated steel.
Momentarily silenced by the remarkable cruelty of Elise’s attack, it took Mal’s own muffled shrieks to get the Jungle Dwellers roaring again. A good number of them demanded action from the ref and he jumped to it the instant he’d wrapped his brain around what Ms. Murder had done. “Let go of her Elise! Only warning!” She didn’t even turn his way so he was forced to belt out, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Winterrest let loose, seized that sweat damp ponytail again and hauled Slade to her feet with minimal resistance. Wasn’t hard to understand, really. Mal was far too concerned checking on her aching jaw to worry about a little hair pulling, even when Elise spun her around in a wicked fast half circle. This was followed by a Kneelift to the belly and a pair of hands laced snug across the back of the Tigress’s neck. Lowering her own head, Elise tucked in under the point of Mal’s chin, then pushed onto her toes and dropped to her knees. Amplified by the punishment in the ropes, Elise’s Jawkbreaker sent the Australian import reeling like a drunk, in fact it’s safe to say she would’ve tumbled over the top rope if Winterrest herself hadn’t grabbed both ankles to keep her close.
With the other brunette safely confined to the ring for now, Elise swung around behind, slipping her right leg over Mallory’s left thigh as she did. In the next instant she wormed herself under Slade’s left arm, wrapped her own arms around Mal’s head and craaaaaaaaanked back to complete a simple but effective Abdominal Stretch. Hands knotted between her foe’s neck and right shoulder, Winterrest dipped her knees, bounced and jerked, each motion designed to put more and more strain on Slade’s gulping, sweat-beaded midsection. “No need to ask if she’s submitting.” Elise assured the official when he made a move to check on Mallory. “I’m sure she’ll scream loud enough to get your attention when the time comes.”
ABDOMINAL STRETCH @ 00:26
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sR70ewv40Fk
The words were barely out of her mouth when Ms. Murder halved the control over her rival’s head (leaving her right hand to cup Mal’s chin) and crooked the index, middle and ring fingers on her left hand into a wicked claw. These she slipped into the side of Slade’s mouth and yaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back. Letting loose with a distorted yowl as the fishhook stretched her cheek, Slade smacked at Elise with her left hand, but with it trapped behind the other brunette’s back she couldn’t get much leverage on her shots. Her right hand was a little more mobile and after she tried and failed to grab Winterrest’s hair, she proceeded to pound the point of her elbow into the Mainer’s right thigh.
Elise didn’t much care for the resistance so she abandoned the hook for a grip on her prey’s nose. A pinch n’ twist brought a loud squeal from the trapped Tigress and a warning from the official. “Let go of her face, Elise! The Stretch is fine, but I won’t let you mangle her!”
The Icy Manipulator crunched Slade’s nose one more time, then resumed her previous control over opposing noggin. “Do you hear that, kitten? He said he won’t let me mangle you. Noble, though it implies a level of control he cannot hope to exertTEERRGGH! STOP THAT!”
Mallory gouged her attacker’s thigh with another elbow strike and dug in, really working the bony dagger into the dense muscle. Far from pleased, Elise freed her left hand again, grabbed hold of Mallory’s top and yanked it down, spilling the Aussie’s left breast from confinement. The flashbulbs hadn’t even gone off when Winterrest plucked her foe’s nipple between thumb and forefinger and twisted it hard enough to make Mal’s eyes water. “Stop throwing elbows right now.” Elise commanded the struggling battler. “Or I’ll twist it off.” she punctuated the threat with a vile pinch.
Slade moaned, hating herself for the helplessness of the sound. The bronzed brunette had been in her fair share of catfights both in and out of the ring, but Winterrest had the most unmerciful grip of any bytch she’d ever encountered and a supreme talent for applying it to the softest, most vulnerable places. Even so, she wasn’t about to let the sadistic witch force compliance on her with a goddamned titty twister. Breathing deep, Mallory asked, “What’s the matter, Elise?” she stabbed her elbow into her tormentor’s thigh harder than ever. “Afraid of a little bruising? You should be more worried about the scars I’ll leave on your AAAAAAAWWWW GAAAAAAAAHHHHHD DAMMMMMIT!”
Elise abandoned her control on Slade’s chin to double up on the heartless nipple torture. “I said stop. Elbowing. Me. NOW!” Winterrest practically screamed it into her prey’s ear.
But Mal refused.
In fact she channeled every bit of hurt and anger into the shots that just kept smashing into Ms. Murder’s right leg. Eventually the steadily increasing ache grew too much for Winterrest to tolerate so she released the Abdominal Stretch entirely and spun the reeling brunette to face her. With Slade in the front and the ropes behind, Elise went low, hooked her legs between the Australian’s ankles and toppled her throat-first into the middle strand.
Forgetting all other problems in the wake of her pinched windpipe, Mallory scrambled up and backpedaled away from the scene of the accident. Careful to give the wounded animal all the room she needed, Elise waited ‘til Mallory was almost in the center of the ring before she raced forward and sprang onto the center strand. Launching herself into full reverse, Winterrest reached back with both hands and caught Slade’s head in a Three Quarters Facelock. Then she pulled down hard and laid out on her back to THWHUNK the Tigress’s face into the canvas courtesy a Bullet With A Name.
BULLET WITH A NAME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=57ectUXUO4A
Mallory bounced, flopped over onto her back and showed no signs of life when Elise crawled over and hooked the far leg. Then the ref was in place, his hand striking the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Slade shrugged loose and turned away from her tormentor with half a second to spare. Elise gave the referee a withering look and probably would’ve followed up with a sharp smack if she hadn’t deemed him too foolish to intentionally cross her. A flicker of movement down by Slade caught her attention and Winterrest laughed when she saw the loser working to fix her distended top. “You’re far too hung up on decorum, dear. Here, allow me.” Ms. Murder snatched hold of Mallory’s top in both hands and tore it away in a single yank, leaving her foe bare to the waist.
“You hateful bytch.” Slade had both hands pressed to her breasts not out of modesty (though that was part of it) but to soothe the burning sting left by her opponent’s nails. “I’m going to get you for this, either in the ring or out of--” the Tigress went dead quiet when Elise grabbed a handful of hair and leaned down so close she was practically whispering in one ear.
“Any vengeance of yours will almost certainly have to come in the form of a strongly worded complaint letter.” she cooed softly. “Because you sure as hell aren’t getting it done between these ropes.”
Mal’s eyes narrowed to black slots, the hatred she felt for the Mainer would’ve been frightening if it didn’t feel so damned good. “Sweetie, the only reason you aren’t screaming right now is because I was kind enough to treat you like a human being instead of a savage beast. Now that I know otherwise I’ll NNNNGGGHH!”
Elise filled her hands with the vulnerable brunette’s hair and THWHUNKED her skull against the canvas once, twice, three times! “You’ll do nothing but crawl off into the gloom to lick your wounds.” the Icy Manipulator snapped. “But you’re not going anywhere until I give you permission.”
Tossing Mal’s head down, she got up and moved to the Aussie’s ankles, which she promptly claimed for her own use. A short, brisk drag brought Mallory all the way to the ropes and a little beyond, as Winterrest laid her feet on the middle rope. Then she grabbed the bottom in both hands and pulled it up and over Slade’s boots, effectively trapping her in place.
“Hey! Get her out of the ropes, Elise!” the ref barked.
“Why? I haven’t done anything.” Elise was the very picture of innocence, even as she drilled the heel of one boot into the pit of Mal’s stomach. Leaving him with a smile that warned of a terrible fate should he try to meddle with her handiwork, Elise strutted to the nearest corner and slipped onto the apron. From there she climbed up to the high rent district and took a moment to look out over the FAWNatics. “This Tigress of yours clearly hasn’t adjusted to life in the wild yet. For her sake and yours, it’s best she be put out of her misery.”
This did nothing for the hate being thrown her way, not that it bothered Winterrest. Smiling more widely than ever, she leapt out into the void, pulled her right arm up into a stubby ‘V’ and THWHAMMED it full force… into the canvas recently occupied by Slade’s throat.
While Ms. Murder’s rope trick made it impossible for the Aussie to roll away, she had managed to sit up at the last possible second, leaving Elise with nothing but empty mat. Oh so close despite her evasion, Mallory deferred attention from her bonds just long enough to twist around and pound two huge punches into the groaning grappler’s ribs. Elise cursed and rolled out of reach, so Slade set about getting clear of the rubber-coated steel prison.
Once loose, she crawled over to the Icy Manipulator and straddled her waist. “I’ve felt your claws and they are very, very sharp.” Mal admitted in a near whisper. “Now it’s time your felt my jaws on your throat.” She leaned down, kissed the curve of Winterrest’s jaw and promptly sank her teeth into the soft flesh directly below.
Elise hissed and bucked her hips hard, but with the other brunette pressed so close she couldn’t muster the leverage to throw her off. And while she could’ve called the official’s attention to this blatantly illegal activity, the thought was given less than a moment’s consideration. More than willing to deal with this affront on her own, Winterrest reached around to the base of Mal’s ponytail, twisted it around both fists and jerked with all her might.
Slade grimaced and reared back, both hands flying to her tugged tresses. “Did you really think you could out-savage me, little girl?” Elise gloated. “Any fury of yours is mindless and all too easily dispelled. Mine however,” she wrenched the Australian’s noggin from side to side, earning a sharp cry in the process, “is calculated, cunning and never, EVER forgotNNNNGGGHH!”
Mallory Bytch Slapped her twice, forehand and backhand, the retorts as loud as rifle shots in the close confines of the Bangor Memorial Auditorium. The hands in her hair loosened considerably and Slade cemented her freedom by TWHUMPING a stubby Double Axehandle into Ms. Murder’s sternum. Winterrest sucked in a gasp and instinctively cradled both arms against her chest to protect against more blows. Mal made no move to stop her, indeed she even let Elise draw a few deep breaths before she snatched hold of her right wrist and yanked it away from the protection of her torso. Doing so sent a bolt of pain through her elbow and forgot all about her chest in trying to force the Australian from her perch.
No dice, Slade stretched the arm out as far as she could, then made a point of driving it into the thinly-sheathed plywood. “Let go of me, bytch.” Winterrest growled as she kept trying to force her free hand into Mallory’s face. “Let go before I decide to really hurt OOFFHHHHH!”
Braced heavily on her left knee, Slade brought the right up, over and down atop her opponent’s chest. “You’re the only one getting hurt tonight, girlie.” Slade promised while grinding her knee into Elise’s sternum. “You’re just too arrogant to realize it.”
Another quick Knee Smash stole that much more of the Icy Manipulator’s air and gave Mal all the time she needed to take up a perch on the grounded brunette’s right side. Stretching out full length and balanced on her toes like she was set to do push-ups, Slade THUMPED her right knee into the underside of Elise’s bicep, just above her elbow. Winterrest shrieked and twisted like a livewire, at least everything besides her right arm. That remained immobilized in Slade’s clutches.
“That’s just one, Elise.” Mal taunted. “I (THUMP!) can (THUMP!) keep (THUMP!) this (THUMP!) up (THUMP!) all (THUMP!) night!” She punctuated by pushing herself into a gorgeous handstand that held for more than three seconds. At the end of which she swung back the way she’d came, tucked both knees against her chest and THWHUMPED Elise’s rapidly-deteriorating arm that much harder.
The shock of that last collision finally let Winterrest pull her arm free and she immediately rolled for the ropes in hopes of taking a breather (or three) on the outside. Sanctuary was all of inches away when Mal dove in and caught her by, what else, the right wrist. “NO!” Ms. Murder wrapped her left hand around the bottom rope and held on for dear life. “I’M IN THE ROPES! GET HER OFFERRRRGGGHH!”
Mallory PWAAAKED a ruthless little Hammer Punch into her foe’s exposed elbow, forcing Elise to abandon her tether. “Like I told you before.” Slade doubled up on her Wristlock and found it remarkably easy to drag Elise to her feet after a couple energetic shakes. “It’s time you felt my jaws. You had a taste of them at your neck, but they’re clamped down TIGHT on this little arm of yours.” The Tigress stepped back, twisted the exposed limb in a simple Arm Ringer and was delighted to see Elise’s knees almost buckle.
“Since when do predators target a single joint?” Winterrest sneered. Her free hand wasn’t on her shoulder, but the elbow that Slade had honed in on with such intensity. “Doesn’t sound like a tigress to me. More like a jackal or perhaps a hyAAAGGGHHH FAAAAAAAHHHK! YOU BYTCH!”
Mal stepped back, drew a bead and snapped a whip-crack little kick up into the American’s bicep. Elise’s knees did buckle then, but they’d barely tickled the canvas when Slade yanked her back to verticality. Holding the arm out at shoulder level one more time, the tawny stunner hopped up, pulled her knees tight against her chest and braced them against both sides of Winterrest’s elbow. Then she laid out and brought Elise down with a THWHUMP and a scream that got a murmur of sympathy from even the most devout followers of sweetness and light.
DOUBLE KNEE ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZF4hEwe600g
Winterrest bounced over onto her back and promptly turned onto her stomach, that ruined arm tucked snug against her chest in hopes of keeping it away from the rampaging Tigress. Any dreams of recuperation were dashed when Slade sat on the small of her back and clamped down on both shoulders. “LET ME GO!” Winterrest roared, her tone still wicked enough to chill the blood despite her dire predicament.
Mallory only shook her head ‘no’ and made quick work of threading the Mainer’s left arm over the plank of her thigh. Pausing briefly to catch her breath (and enjoy the mount) Slade smoothed out her own battle-frayed hair, then rain her fingers through Elise’s dark locks. “Give me your arm, Elise. Now.”
“The f*ck I will.” Winterrest spat. “You want it, kitten? You’ll have to take NNRRRGGHHH!”
More than willing to do just that, Slade cupped one hand under Winterrest’s chin and crooked the other into a claw, two tines of which slipped deftly into the other brunette’s nostrils. Then she pulled back on Elise’s noggin and repeated, “Give me your arm or I’ll take your face instead. Want that, skag?”
Elise shook her head ‘no’ in case that idiot ref was watching, but she made no move to comply. So Mallory stopped worrying at her nose and clawed at her eyes instead. That brought an immediate warning from the ref and Elise might’ve earned her freedom if she’d managed to hold on ‘til ‘FOUR!’ but the instinct to protect her eyes was too great to ignore and offered up her wounded arm as the only line of defense. Mallory caught it in a Half Nelson at once, then reached across with her left hand, grabbed hold at the wrist and drew it across her throat to cinch in the Platypus Clutch.
Butt snug, feet flat, Slade CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANKED back on the fusion of Cobra and Camel that bent her opponent’s usually limber frame into a tipped over ‘J’ that looked like it could snap at any second. “Whadda ya say, Elise?” the ref drew in close to get an answer. If the red in Winterrest’s face was any indication, there wasn’t a whole lot of air getting through. “Do you want to throw in the towel?”
No snark or ‘tude, just a weary shake ‘no’.
Up top, Mallory frowned and tugged her noose a little tighter. Then she slid back onto the curve of her prey’s glutes and pulled that much harder. “Give it up, sweetheart.” Mal grunted. “You’re not going anywhere.” She rocked the trapped brunette up n’ down, up n’ down and that took Elise beyond her breaking point, the Icy Manipulator abruptly nodding ‘yes’ as emphatically as her bonds would allow.
Her capitulation satisfied the ref, who spun away and signaled for the bell. It also satisfied the Jungle dwellers, who leapt to their feet when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… MALLORY SLADE!”
It did not however, satisfy Mallory, who snuggled back into the hollow of Elise’s back without so much as a smirk. Literally choking on pain and embarrassment, Elise rasped, “Lehhhhhht goooooo byhhhiitccccch. I gaaahhhveh.”
Mallory pulled her a little closer, all the better to whisper in Winterrest’s ear. “You didn’t give, you nodded. Doesn’t count as a submission where I’m from, girl. You want out? Say it.”
Paying no attention to the nattering official (she wanted to save all her hatred for the Australian whore), Elise bared her teeth and whispered. “I yield.”
“SAY IT!” Mallory barked.
“I QUIT!” Winterrest roared. “I QUIT YOU BYTCH, NOW GET OFF!”
Slade released the Cobra half of her Clutch, but she didn’t relinquish her mount. Instead she snagged that ruined right arm and angled it across her thigh. “We’re about done, bytch.” the Tigress cooed to her defenseless opponent. “I just want to give you a little parting gift.” With that she slipped her hands into the arm holes of Elise’s one-piece and sank those wicked claws into Ms. Murder’s breasts.
Elise threw her head back and shrieked, a wail of anguish, humiliation and the promise of vengeance to come. It lasted a good long while but Mallory’s grip lasted longer, in fact the Australian gave those tits a final ‘forget me not’ squeeze before she let loose and got to her feet.
Planting a foot between Elise’s shoulders, she dusted off her hands and put ‘em on her hips. “Elise was right about one thing.” she told the cheering Jungle Dwellers. “Things got real nasty in chapter two. But chapter three? That’s when it gets bloody.”