Post by alyadmirer on May 8, 2016 20:46:17 GMT
Nervous in a way that only happened when these two particular women were about to share a ring, the Announcer cleared his throat and called, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Belasco Maine, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-three pounds. They call her Miss Murder, ELISE WINTERREST!”
OUT OF THE BLACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_d_C5b-BD4
Fans in every corner of the arena responded to this statement with jeers and derision, none of which did a damned thing to stop the pounding, staccato drumbeat of Royal Blood’s ‘Out of the Black’. A few seconds later Elise stepped into view and spread her arms wide, the callous brunette inviting them to give her everything they had. Boy did they ever, Miss Murder got the sort of reaction that hadn’t been heard in Bangor since Barely Legal got called to Orlando full time. Winterrest smiled through it all, a cold, gleaming crescent that turned the color of blood when the house lights went down, then blazed forth in an eerie, fiery red. Appropriately braced for her battle with the Jungle’s resident feline pest, she started down the ramp to the squared circle.
ELISE WINTERREST:
Take note, you sartorially minded FAWN fans, tonight Elise wore her newest tee-shirt, a dark blue, belly baring number crisscrossed with yellow crime scene tape emblazoned with the words: MURDER MOST FOUL. With the hem stopping a few inches north of her navel, the losers and halfwits all got an undeserved look at her matching black elbow and knee pads 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’.
Easing into the shadow of the squared circle, Elise stopped to face one of the pathetic regulars, beguiled locals but when he leaned forward to give her a piece of his (presumably stunted) mind, she raised 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, glided between the ropes and claimed the center of the ring for her very own. Dark eyes locked on the entryway, Elise took the bottom edge of her tee-shirt in both hands and peeled it overhead to fully reveal the black halter style one-piece with its four bright red slashes across the front. Shirt discarded without so much as a thought, Winterrest ignored the ref’s suggestion to head to her corner. The Tigress would be here any minute and Elise wanted the little bytch to know she wasn’t heading to a hunt.
It was a slaughter.
Once Royal Blood had faded into the background, the Announcer steeled his nerves and summoned up the second half of this volatile pair. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Tallong, Queensland Australia, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is the Tigress, MALLORY SLADE!”
ONE FOR THE MONEY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ER554839RhY
The Jungle Dwellers sprang to their feet and swore full throated oaths of loyalty for their favorite Australian export. There devotions were joined by 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.
MALLORY SLADE:
‘IT’S TIME TO HUNT!’ they replied several hundred times over.
Nodding confirmation, Slade continued on to the ring and though she zig-zagged enough to catch every hand offered, the careful observer noted that her eyes never left the Icy Manipulator. Plenty of eyes were on her though and no one could blame them, what with Mal sporting her usual 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. At the base of the aisle now, Slade sent to the steps, but rather than climb she laid a hand on the apron and walked from one end of the other, the dry rasp of her nails on the canvas a suitable warning for the woman who’d humiliated her at every turn.
Having marked the apron with her claws, Mal made her way back to the center and slid under the bottom rope. Elise and the rest of the Jungle Dwellers expected her to tumble backward in a flawless somersault, which is exactly why she whirled around in a low crouch and launched herself straight at the hateful brunette. Startled by the swiftness of it even though she’d prepared herself for Aussie retaliation, Elise took a giant step backward but that only meant she was closer to the buckles when Slade THWHUMPED a shoulder into her gut. Give the devil her due, Winterrest didn’t squeal for an assist from the referee or whine about a cheap shot, instead she curled her hands into fists and just POUNDED away at the other woman’s tawny back.
Not that it did her much good at the moment, what with Mallory gripping the second strand and driving Shoulderblock after Shoulderblock into the American’s gulping midsection. Elsewhere, the referee finally shook off his stupor and called for the bell. The CLANG was still reaching the concession stand when he bustled over to the mugging and slipped an arm around Slade’s waist. “Back off, Mallory! Back off right now!” he did his best to sound authoritative even while avoiding the worst of the blonde’s twisting and kicking.
“GET OFFA ME!” Slade bellowed. “BYTCH HAS IT COMING! BACK OFF SO I CAN EEERRGGGGGHH!”
Shunting her aching ribs aside to put some punishment on Mal, Elise stormed off the buckles with a straight right hand that snapped her rival’s head backward. A double handful of hair and a dark look was all it took for Elise to extricate Slade from the ref’s clutches, after that it was easy work to BWUUUNG her into the tight spot she’d just escaped. “I have it coming? I HAVE IT COMING?” Winterrest’s tone possessed none of is usual icy cool as she laid one forearm across Mallory’s throat and wrapped the Tigress’s ponytail around her other fist. “WHO PINNED ME WITH A CRADLE LIKE A DESPERATE, NO TALENT SLUT? WAS THAT YOU, KITTY?”
Each word was interrupted by one (and sometimes two or more) Kneelifts, each one just THUMPING into the trim terrain surrounding Slade’s navel. Only vaguely aware of the ref swatting at, then pulling on, her shoulders, Ms. Murder leaned in nose to nose with her nemesis, a shift which forced even more weight against Mal’s windpipe. “You cheated me of a victory, little girl. Taking your trunks was only the first step in paying me back. Tonight you’re going to bleEEEDDDAAAARRRRHHHHHH!”
Short of breath or not, Mallory was close enough to do damage, as Winterrest discovered when she surged forward and bit down on the brunette’s nose! Squealing and stamping, Elise jabbed a few punches into Mallory’s tummy before clamping down on her shoulders. She was about to slam a knee into opposing crotch when Slade beat her to it by a split-second.
Winterrest sucked in a gasping sob and her grip on the Australian’s shoulders got even tighter as she attempted to keep her balance. Slade didn’t mind in the slightest, the close quarters let her wrap her arms around Elise’s waist and reverse their positions as abruptly and unpleasantly as possible. “Come on, Mal!” the ref demanded (alright, pleaded) while the lass in question draped her foe’s arms over the top rope. “You can’t fight this whole match crowded in one corner, the office will have my ass!” Mallory didn’t hear a count, meaning she paid the poor dope no mind, she’d been waiting to maul the Icy Manipulator since Labor Day and she wasn’t about to waste her breath arguing about the rules.
Hands crooked into claws, she ‘smecked’ them against Elise’s breasts and bore down until the brunette drew in a silent shriek. “What am I thinking? This is too polite for the likes of you.” Slade taunted in between squeezes. “After all, you’re the kind of trash that likes getting her hands dirty.”
Still too weak from the Low Blow to muster any real retaliation, Elise drew in a deep breath and muttered, “You wouldn’t know the first thing about getting your hands dirty, princeSAAAAARRRRHHHHH YOOOOUUUU BYTCH!”
Apparently the Tigress knew a little something about fighting mean because she abandoned the first Breast Claw to stuff her hands into the arm holes of Winterrest’s one piece. She hesitated just long enough to let Winterrest register fingers on her bounty, then Slade took the witch’s nubs between thumb and forefinger and twisted like she was searching a radio dial. “GO ON THEN!” Mallory bellowed into Elise’s wailing face. “BEG TO HAVE ‘EM BACK OR I’LL TEAR ‘EM RIGHT UUUNNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Effective (and satisfying) though it was, the Double Pincer left Slade exposed on other fronts and Elise made her pay for the lapse with a vindictive Kneelift between the thighs. “You must’ve gone crazy in the cold.” Winterrest spat as she yanked the Aussie’s grubby hands clear of her suit. “Absolutely out of your goddamned mind, if you think I’d ever beg you for anything.”
Gripping Slade’s shoulders again, Ms. Murder sidled off the buckles and forced Mal against them chest-first. Already giddy over the looming payback, Elise draped Slade’s arms over the top rope and would’ve mounted the second rope if the ref hadn’t put a hand on her shoulder. “Seriously, Elise.” he said softly. “I’m this close to calling for the bell. Don’t let this end in a DQ.”
Winterrest braced her other hand between her rival’s shoulders to make sure she couldn’t go anywhere. Then she turned her attention to the official and huffed, “I fear we have taken advantage of your generous nature and for that I apologize. Rest assured I’ll vacate the corner as soon as you start a count, but until then I’d politely request that you NEVER F*CKING TOUCH ME WHILE I’M RIPPING A BYTCH APART!”
Shrugging him off with a single violent twitch, Winterrest slipped the index, middle and ring fingers of each hand into the sides of Mallory’s mouth and pulled back in a truly Murderous Fishhook. To make matters worse she planted her right knee between the Aussie’s shoulders and grrrrrrrrooooooound away. She’d only been at it for a few seconds when the ref finally reached the end of his rope and started a decisive count. “ONE! TWO! THREE!’ Elise pulled her hands free, grabbed the knot of Mal’s top and snapped it off in a savage yank.
Trophy in hand, she stamped to the middle of the squared circle and held it high for the whole Jungle to see. “That’s another one!” she called over the jeering throng. “I’ll have an entire wing of tacky tiger print before this bytch finally learns her lesson!”
Very much aware that she’d been stripped to the waist in under three minutes, Mal Slade swallowed the lump in her throat and pushed off the corner with no sign of hesitation. The camera clicks and whistles came at once, though a part of the Tigress noted that a good portion of the fans were still booing Winterrest’s humiliation tactic. “Give it back.” she said to the Icy Manipulator. “Give it back or you bleed, Elise.”
An unsmiling Elise Winterrest dropped the shorn garment at her feet before making a show of crushing it under one boot. Once it was thoroughly trod she flicked her foot back and thus discarded Mal’s top like so much garbage. “The prospect of blood isn’t a threat, Mallory. You want to cover your pathetic tits? Then scurry out of the ring and hit the locker room. But if you want to fight? Un-sheath those claws of yours and get ready for war you prissy, flat-chested piece of sh--”
Mal stepped in and CRAAACKED / SWIPED her claws across the brunette’s cheek. “Gonna tell you this one time, Elise.” The Tigress raised her slappin’ hand overhead and beckoned Winterrest forward. “Keep your mouth shut and you might, just MIGHT not wake up with it wired shut.”
Winterrest raked a hand through her hair but made no effort to inspect the welts Mallory left on her cheek. After a moment’s silence she said, “You’ve pinned me, Slade. Hell, you even submitted me once. But beat me? Actually, BREAK me? Sweetheart, you don’t have the spine for it.”
The Tigress tried and failed to keep the rage out of her reply. “Guess I’ll just have to take yours, sweethea--”
Winterrest stepped in with one hand drawn back for a murderous Bytch Slap. Slade would’ve taken it without a word of complaint, but the brunette didn’t carry through. Rather she pursed her lips and spat directly in the blonde’s face. “That’s all you’re getting from me tonight, kit--”
Mallory filled her hands with Elise’s hair and would’ve liberated it from her scalp if Ms. Murder hadn’t SHUMPED a Kneelift between her thighs. The hair-hold was the only thing that kept Slade vertical, not that she stayed there for more than a heartbeat or two before Winterrest dropped a shoulder and slammed it into her belly. Charging and lifting at the same time, Elise hoisted Mallory onto her shoulder like a sack of laundry and raced to the nearest corner.
BWUUUNG! The crowd groaned along with Slade as the brunette slammed her full force into the thinly-padded steel. Slade slung her arms over the top rope to keep from losing her footing and that was just fine with Elise because it meant she didn’t waste any time keeping the loser stacked in the corner. As such she landed an extra couple Shoulderblocks before the ref hurried over to prize ‘em apart. “Ok Elise, get her out of the corner. Hands up and back off, I want a clean break!”
Winterrest stuffed another rough shot into her rival’s tummy, then stood up and raised her hands to shoulder level. “Is this what you had in mind?” He started to agree, then barked out another warning because Elise swiveled Slade’s head to one side with a savage Bytch Slap. Wheeling around even as the fans ‘ooooohhed’ their displeasure, Winterrest strutted to the middle of the ring, then wheeled around and raced back at her prey. A Clothesline or Splash seemed inevitable when Mallory brought her legs up and pistoned them forward for a Mule Kick. Anyone else might’ve had her jaw dented in but Elise Winterrest was eerily attuned to the Tigress’s traps and she grabbed her ankles a half inch shy of her jaw.
“Too slow, kitty.” Mallory didn’t get to utter so much as a ‘f*ck you’ before the Icy Manipulator took her bundled gams and tossed ‘em to the right. Spun from the corner to the strands in a single bound, Slade was left seated on the middle rope with arms hooked over the top to keep from tumbling to the mat. Alas, it meant her back was to Winterrest, who immediately took the opportunity to CRAAACK a Knife-Edge Chop across her upper back.
“Ropes!” Mallory shouted. “Get her back, I’m in the ropeSSERRRGGHH, OOOWWWW STOP THAT YOU HATEFUL BYTCH!”
Fingers sank deep into the Aussie’s exposed breasts, Elise nuzzled her chin into the hollow of Slade’s right shoulder and cooed, “Stop what, dear? This?” she took Mallory’s nipples between thumb and forefinger and twisted until the blonde was keening through clenched teeth.
“Dammit Elise, get her out of the corner!” the ref demanded. “Test me and I’ll disqualify you on the spot!”
Winterrest regarded him from over one shoulder and sighed. “Do you really think that’s going to end her torment?” Elise didn’t care to wait for his answer, which was why she put her back to Slade and reached over one shoulder with both hands. Lacing her fingers across the Aussie’s chin, Winterrest stepped forward and laid out on her back to TWAWHUNK Mallory down onto the back of her head and shoulders with a snappy Reverse Neckbreaker.
ROPE HUNG NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Yz-5MzCt00
Mal groaned and cradled her aching noggin while her heels pattered against the mat. She was still trying to shake it off when Elise laid claim to her wrists and draaaaaaaaaagged her to the middle of the ring. Once they were clear of the ropes she dropped to her knees and settled the full weight of her backside atop the vulnerable vixen’s upturned mug. Baring her teeth in a wicked little smile, Winterrest resumed her heartless nipple tweaking assault as the official swooped in to count…
ONE…
TWO…
Mallory bucked hard, dropping the brunette back on her haunches with a full second to spare. “What’s the matter, kitten?” Elise smirked. “Those mosquito bites starting to itch?” Mal sat up, angled a forearm across her chest and rubbed the back of her head. “F*ck you, you tawdry slut. Just wait ‘til I get my claws inside your skanky suiEERRRGGGHH! EYES, REF! GET HER OFFA MY EYES!”
The Icy Manipulator snuggled in behind the seated Tigress and gouged her talons into Mal’s forehead, eyes sockets and cheeks. Quick to respond to any attack on a wrestler’s eyes, the zebra swatted Elise’s shoulder and said, “Let off, Elise! Now!” Elise pretended not to hear so he started to count, reaching ‘FOUR!’ before Winterrest finally let loose.
“I think it’s clear I can maul you whenever it strikes my fancy.” Winterrest said to the slumped battler. “But there’s something in the tone of your voice that makes me believe you don’t think much of my wrestling abilities. That, like yourself, simply cannot stand.”
Twining her fingers in the Aussie’s sweat-dampened hair, Elise hauled Mal to her feet, then twisted around and dropped to one knee to flip Slade onto her rump with a stiff little Snapmare. Apparently that was all the actual wrestling the brunette needed to prove herself because she promptly cupped one hand under the Tigress’s chin and curled the fingers of her other hand beneath Mal’s upper jaw. “Scream for me, kitten!” Elise sneered as she tried to turn her opponent’s head into the world’s goriest Pez Dispenser. “SCREAMMMEEERRRGGGGGGGHHH!”
Mallory wrenched away the hand controlling her chin and chomped down on those intruding digits as hard as she could. Her honey pot transformed into a bear trap, Winterrest slapped at Slade’s head but couldn’t free herself even when the blonde clambered to her feet. Smiling as she continued to gnaw, Mal grabbed the Elise’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock and went to one knee to flip the Icy Manipulator onto her tush with a retaliatory Snapmare. Elise was still dealing with the twinge coming from her tailbone when Slade hooked two fingers into the American’s nose and three fingers into her mouth. Then she pulled in different directions, presumably trying to peel Winterrest’s face off her head.
“How do you like it, Elise?” Mallory taunted over her foe’s yowling. “I SAID HOW DO YOU LIKE IT, BYTCH?!” Elise didn’t like it very much, if the frantic pulling and swatting at her attacker’s wrists was any indication. Slade just snorted and increased the pressure, an expression of savage glee stamped on her pretty face.
While part of him was tempted to let Mallory keep up the good work until Winterrest bawled for mercy, the official pushed the thought aside and tapped Mal’s shoulder. “Off her face, Mal. This is a wrestling match, not a mugging.”
“Oh, I think it can be both.” the Tigress replied without hesitation. Even so, she got up, turned on a dime and ran the ropes behind her penitent prey. So relieved to be clear of Slade’s claws that she didn’t realize the trouble brewing on her six, Elise ‘uuuunnnnnghed’ in surprise when Slade hopped up n’ stamped down on the base of her neck. Winterrest’s forehead BWUUUNKED into the mat hard enough to whip her back to a slumped seat. Landing a few steps in front of Elise, Mal whipped around again, hopped up and finally PWAAAKED her heels between the brunette’s eyes.
LOW DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0erEuW5ZJGU
The Low Dropkick knocked Winterrest flat on her back, where she stayed until Slade straddled her waist and ‘smecked’ her claws into the other woman’s chest. Yes it was a cover, but more importantly it was a double Breast Claw that had Winterrest hissing in pain while the ref counted…
ONE…
TWO…
Winterrest kicked out with authority, a not so subtle reminder that she was down, not out. Mal didn’t argue with the result, considering the way she’d been dominated until a minute or so it would’ve been highly unsatisfying to eke out another win that way. Therefore she curled her fingers around Elise’s dark hair and hauled her to boot leather with half a dozen savage jerks. “You have taken EVERY opportunity to embarrass me. To diminish me.” The words almost caught in Slade’s throat as she secured the American in a Front Facelock and proceeded to march / drag her across the squared circle. “It’s like, you think if you just strip me often enough I’ll just slink off and concede the ring to you.” She stopped a few steps shy of the ropes and abruptly THWHUMPED a Kneelift into her foe’s tummy. “Won’t work like that, Elise. I’ve wrestled alligators, tracked wild pigs, wrangled with pythons and even dealt with a brown bear that raided a beer cooler once. Any of those animals could’ve taken my head off so the prospect of showing some strangers my tits is irritating, but not nearly as much as YOU (THUMP!) THINKING (THUMP!) I’LL (THUMP!) BE (THUMP!) SHAMED (THUMP!) INTO (THUMP!) SURRENDER!”
The Tigress trailed off to catch her breath, then piled on one more Kneelift before tossing the gaping Mainer’s near arm over her shoulders. Immediately thereafter she snatched a handful of black waistband and after a single mean tug Slade hoisted the other woman all the way to high noon. Delighted to see the usually domineering battler womanhandled in such a way, the Jungle Dwellers sprang to their feet and began chiming off seconds. ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!’ A traditional Vertical Suplex would’ve done the job just fine, but Winterrest had drawn a line in the ropes earlier and Slade felt compelled to make her own statement at that particular landmark. That’s why she took a couple wobbly steps forward and tossed Ms. Murder down gut-first across the rubber-coated steel.
Elise hit with an unpleasant ‘TWANG! and started to seesaw out of the ring only to find her exit halted by a swift application of the Australian’s claws. “No hiding on the floor now, Elise.” Mal cupped the brunette’s head in her hands and lifted her up, all the better to look Winterrest dead in the eye. “The Tigress has your scent. And she smells blood.”
“All I smell is the terror sweat of a glorified carnival acTTEEERRAAAHHHHH! REF! DEH BIDGE IZZZ BIDING MEEEE!”
And indeed she was, Mallory having twisted her head to one side to better chomp on Winterrest’s defenseless nose. Startled into inaction by the show of viciousness, the ref allowed Mal to chew in peace for almost ten seconds before he shook it off. “Spit out her nose, Mallory! We can’t have faces getting chewed off in front of the fans!” It sounded lame sure, but it was the best he could do on the spot and either way it seemed to do the trick, as Slade ended the gnawing with an impertinent kiss on her prey’s forehead.
Shifting her hands to Winterrest’s ears, Mallory stepped back, drawing Elise more and more into the ring until she was hanging suspended by her noggin and ankles. Knowing damned well there was no pleasant way down from this predicament, the Icy Manipulator gripped Mal’s bounty so hard it made the Australian lovely gasp in pain. “Bite and claw all you want, urchin.” she snarled. “In the end you’re just another beast and when I raise my hand you WILL be brought to UUUNNNNNGGGGHH!”
Mallory dipped her knees, sprang up in a vertical leap and landed comfortably on her tush while poor Elise THWHUNKED down on her face, the victim of a viciously sheer Sit-Out Facebuster. Winterrest bounced hard but didn’t roll onto her back, so Slade swung a leg over and slid into a perch just above her butt. “Gonna make you quit tonight, Elise.” she promised under her breath. “But not before I get a little payback.”
In this case ‘a little payback’ meant a whole heapin’ lotta payback, not that Elise realized it in the beginning. At first she only felt the Aussie’s gripping her shoulders and she instinctually tensed up in hopes of denying her rival a Camel Clutch. In this she was successful, but any satisfaction she might’ve felt evaporated the instant she felt Slade peeling the slick lycra of her one-piece off her shoulders. “DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, F*CKER!” Elise screamed as she squirmed to life. “I MEAN IT, SLADE! YOU WON’T LIVE TO SEE THE SUN COME UP IF OOHHHH YOU F*CKING SLUTTEEEEEERRRGGHHHHH!”
Mallory Slade wasn’t one to revel in the humiliation of an adversary, especially one as dangerous as Ms. Murder. And yet she couldn’t deny the dark thrill that ran up her spine when Winterrest’s breasts spilled free of her outfit. The crowd was thrilled too, not that they got much of a view with Elise stretched out on her stomach with both arms crossed over her chest. Taking a moment to relish this balancing of the karmic scale, the Tigress cupped Elise’s shoulders with her hands and gave ‘em a strong squeeze. “Your arms, Elise. Give them to me.” she said softly.
“Go f*ck yourself.” the brunette sneered. She kicked her legs as hard as she could and actually succeeded in striking the blonde’s tush and lower back a couple of times. Unfortunately she also succeeded in enraging the Tigress, a fact she only discovered when Mal snatched a double handful of hair and scraaaaaaappppppped her face back ‘n forth across the thinly-sheathed plywood. Elise squealed and tried to wrench her head loose but she didn’t free her hands, she knew what Slade had in mind and meant to thwart her at every turn.
The referee proved an unwitting conspirator when he hurried over and said, “Enough of that, Mal. The mount is fine, but you can’t scrape her face off.”
Slade paused in her work, but didn’t remove her hands from the brunette’s locks. “No, you mean I SHOULDN’T scrape her face off. I very well COULD, if I really wanted to.”
“The f*ck you could.” Elise groaned, her voice muffled because one cheek was pressed to the mat. “You’re a spineless cupcake. That’s why you always leave the ring tits up and bare down to your UUUNNNNGGHHH!”
One had to admire Winterrest’s courage even as you questioned her brains for remaining to haughty in such a vulnerable situation. Mallory yanked her head off the mat, then THWHUNKED it into the mat once, twice, three times. The last collision finally loosened the Icy Manipulator’s defenses to the point where Slade could pull her arms out from her torso. Clamped down on Winterrest’s biceps, Mallory leaaaaaaaaaaaaned back and made a very methodical show of draping Elise’s arms across her thighs.
“Nice tits, Elise.” Slade taunted. “Not as nice as mine, but there’s no reason you shouldn’t show ‘em off. Here, I can help.” She threaded her fingers across the American’s chin and reefed back on the Camel Clutch hard enough to give three sides of the arena an excellent view of Winterrest’s heretofore unseen bounty.
Elise suffered the pain of the Clutch and heard the cheers of the crowd, but both were inconsequential in regard to the hatred she felt for Mallory Slade. “You bytch. You bytch, you’re going to pay. No, you’re going to diiieeerrrgggggggggghhhh!”
Mallory leaned back even farther, putting a serious kink in Winterrest’s already aching spine. Delighted by the anguish and embarrassment she saw stamped on the brunette’s face, Mallory waited until the second round of crowd noise died down before she murmured, “Apologize, Elise. Apologize and I’ll let you tuck those sad sack tits back into your slutty outfit.”
“Kiss. My. Ass. Slade.”
Mallory frowned, then nodded. “Fine. Time for tears, tramp.”
With that she released the Chinlock and slipped her arms beneath Elise’s biceps and applied a sadistic pincer grip to her nemesis’s nipples. Elise sucked in a deep, shuddering breath but locked her scream behind clenched teeth, a show of resilience that went totally unappreciated by the Aussie. “Hold on as long as you can, honey.” Mal cooed in the brunette’s right ear. “I can hold on a helluva lot longer.” To prove it she pulled Winterrest’s buds out and twisted the pliant flesh between thumb and forefinger.
Tougher than the fans cared to give her credit for, Elise held her tongue until long after the Jungle Dwellers were groaning in sympathetic misery. Unfortunately the Tigress wouldn’t be denied and what started as a low keening in the back of her throat eventually tore free of its reins as a full bore shriek of agony. “AAAWWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHK!” she wailed loud enough for the cheap seats to hear her with crystal clarity. “STOP PINCHING YOU CHEAP BYTCH! STOP AAAAAAAAAHHHH GAAAWWWWWWWD!”
Mallory pinched all the harder, the vindictive blonde focusing on Winterrest’s pain to better ignore the creeping cramps in her fingers. “You want out?” she murmured to the suffering battler. “Then tell the ref to call it off. Tell him to ring the bell because THESE,” she abused Elise’s rack with another vile radio dial twist, “couldn’t take any more punishment!” Clamping down that much harder, Slade looked from Winterrest to the referee. “Go on and ask her. Get in close if you’d like, she’ll probably want to whisper her submission any--”
“F*ck off you grubby little rat-faced fraud.” Elise interrupted in a cold, malevolent voice.
Chilled in spite of her advantageous position, the blonde inhaled sharply, then said, “What was that, Elise? I couldn’t make it out over all the screaming.” She twisted yet again, but Ms. Murder only hissed her anguish.
“I said you’re never going to make me quit like this. You don’t even have it in you to draw blood.”
Mallory shook her head, astonished. The gall of this woman. “You wanna bleed, Elise?”
“I’d love to see you try.”
“I hope you’ve got a good plastic surgeon on speed diAAARRRRGGGGHHH YOU SAVAGE SLUT!”
Winterrest wrenched an arm loose of the blonde’s thighs and in so doing wrenched one of the pincers from her bounty. Rather than go straight for the remaining hand, Elise grabbed Mal’s free wrist and jerked the hand to her mouth for a deeply satisfying chomp. Quick to abandon any sense of decorum in the wake of her foe’s toothy reprisal, Slade relinquished the second claw hold in favor of a huge handful of dark hair. An equally mean-spirited yank forced Winterrest’s neck back at a sharp angle, one that allowed the Tigress to lean in and sink her own fangs into opposing forehead.
Startled by just how fast the situation spun out of control, the referee swooped in beside the tangled terrors and tried to restore some semblance of order. “Hey, hey, hey! Enough with the biting, ladies! C’mon now, knock that off!” Might as well have been talking to a brick wall. Mallory and Elise had developed a taste for the other and right then it seemed both wanted her rival’s blood in her mouth more than anything else. Left with one option, the black & white stood up and began barking his count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Mallory stopped gnawing and twisting, but immediately filled her hands with the brunette’s hair, which wasn’t much better. Even so, her change in tactics forced Winterrest to break off as well so the ref tolerated the tugging, especially when both ladies clambered to their feet. Switching over to a far more acceptable Wristlock, Slade wrenched Elise’s arms three times in rapid succession before pointing her at the ropes. “Try to run, bytch. I’m gonna love chasing you down.”
Elise might’ve managed a response if the Tigress hadn’t stepped away, dropped a hip and slung her at the other side of the squared circle. True to her word, Slade started after the Malicious Mainer after only a few steps, meaning Winterrest was in store for a big ol’ tiger striped surprise the instant she PWAK!
Instead of twisting around to hit the ropes back-first, the Icy Manipulator slammed on the brakes at the last second and jabbed an elbow over her shoulder. The shot caught Mallory on the point of the chin and rocked her back on her heels, the Aussie gingerly checking her jaw to make sure Elise hadn’t split it wide open. No worries on that front, Slade’s mug was still in one piece and it stayed that way until Elise jumped onto the second rope and leapt straight back. Circling her arms around Mallory’s noggin, Winterrest kicked her legs forward and laid out flat on her back to THAWHONK the Australian import flat on her face courtesy of the Bullet With a Name.
BULLET WITH A NAME @ 00:12
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d6CUeNAukGQ
Mal bounced up and flopped over onto her back in a glassy-eyed starfish, leading a great many of the fans to spring to their feet with cheers of encouragement at the ready. They needn’t have worried however, as Elise didn’t make so much as a move toward a cover. Instead her attention was focused on the upper-half of her one piece, which had sustained serious damage when the blonde peeled it down to her hips. A quick inspection confirmed her suspicions, the tawdry bytch had rendered it useless for anything other than rags, at least from the navel on up. Resigned to the fact that these inbred slugs would see far more of her than they ever deserved, Winterrest stood up, planted a boot on Mallory’s chest and spread her arms wide.
“IS THIS WHAT YOU CRETINS WANTED TO SEE?”
Those assembled replied quite positively, though there were a still a healthy undercurrent of boos. After all, a topless heel was still a heel. Winterrest nodded at the response and answered with a heartless grin. “Then I hope you all enjoy every picture, tweet and post you can get, because THIS PIECE OF SHIT,” she swept an arm down to indicate Slade while simultaneously grrrrrrrriiiiiiinding her foot against the Aussie’s sternum, “is paying the price for each and every one of you disgusting shyts.”
The wolf whistles and catcalls faded noticeably at this proclamation, as the locals didn’t much care for the idea of their favorite taking more punishment in their stead. Too late now though, Elise plunged her hands into the Tigress’s hair and jerked her to woozy, gut-shot verticality. Winterrest led her to the ropes, using Mal’s hair as a bridle. There she smeared the Aussie against the ropes and stepped in tummy to tummy, all the better to keep Slade in place while Elise tossed her arms over the top rope. “You have sharper claws than I expected, kitty.” the brunette admitted as she pulled the middle strand up n’ over Mallory’s arms, thus trapping her snug between the rubber-coated steel. “In fact I’d be willing to go on record as saying they’re almost as good as mine.” Elise laid her hands over Mal’s breasts and treated them to a very gentle squeeze. “But ALMOST as good doesn’t make you the apex predator, Mallory.” She leaned her forehead against the blonde’s, then pecked a kiss on the tip of her nose. “It only makes you the most interesting prey.”
With that she crooked her hands into claws and proceeded to RAKE Mal’s chest from collarbone to navel, Ms. Murder taking great care to make sure the other woman’s breasts suffered the brunt of her wrath.
The Tigress moaned aloud once, remembered how Winterrest had suffered in silence and abruptly choked down the worst of her misery. Elise recognized the effort for what it was and smiled broadly. “That’s right, kitten. Hold on for as long as you can. Eventually you’ll scream OR I’ll claw through to the other side. Either way, I’m hapPPPUUUNNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Her arms might’ve been neutralized, but Slade’s legs were still very much in play, as Winterrest discovered when her rival hopped off the mat and ‘smecked’ a Scissors around the brunette’s waist. “Talons versus squeeze, Elise.” Mal taunted the startled lovely. “Think your ribs can hold out as long as my OOOOFFFFFFHH!”
Elise pounded a quick left-right-left combo into Mal’s tummy, then grabbed as much meat as she could and dug in with hateful, white-knuckled abandon. “Your squeeze ain’t got shyt.” the brunette grinned as her fingers did more and more damage. “You’re NOTHING, Slade! Just an overgrown kitten lurking around corners to pounce on unsuspecting shoAAAARRRGGHHH OOOHHH YOU WHORE!”
Mallory unlocked her ankles but kept one leg crooked around the Mainer’s waist to keep her from getting away. The other she pulled back against her chest and promptly THUMPED against the juncture of her rival’s thighs.
Gaping and stumbling, Winterrest lost all interest in the Aussie’s midsection as she fought to walk off the nausea roiling deep in the pit of her stomach. Perversely delighted at the sight and sound of brunette anguish, Mal strained against her bonds, found them too sturdy to break and thus turned her attention to the referee. “Get me outta here, huh? That bytch has taken enough cheap shots for one night.”
The zebra agreed that this was so and set to work freeing the Tigress from captivity, all while taking great pains not to look in the direction of her bare, battle-scratched torso. He got one arm loose and was heartbeats away from freeing the other when Miss Murder rushed in from behind to effectively sandwich the startled dope between two very angry young women. Hardly enjoying it the way the startled cheers from the crowd seemed to indicate he should, the ref threw up his hands and tried his best to back out of the predicament. No such luck, Elise reached over both of his shoulders, palmed Mallory’s head in her hands and gouged both thumbs into the blonde’s eyes.
“THAT’S more like it!” Elise cackled as Mal shrieked at the top of her lungs. “What’s the matter, Tigress? We start playing for blood and suddenly you can’t take it?”
All but powerless to defend herself, Slade prized and swatted at Winterrest’s wrists, then reached for the brunette’s leering mug when that didn’t work. Unfortunately her haste and near blindness conspired against her and she raaaaaaaaaked a claw down the official’s face instead! Yelping, he powered away from the tangled terrors and wandered toward the ropes in search of respite for his stinging eyes. “Shyt!” Mal realized the error of her ways as soon as the black & white cried out and she went to check on him as soon as she’d slipped her other shoulder loose of the rubber-coated steel coil. A noble decision indeed, alas, it was also a very dangerous one, as Elise slipped her mind for the briefest of moments and in that window the wicked brunette darted in for another vile eye poke!
“GAAAAHHH! YOU GUTLESS NNNNGGGGGHHH!” Winterrest snatched hold of the Aussie’s wrist, slung her toward the ropes and yanked her back right when Mal reached the end of her tether. With Slade practically on top of her already, Elise surged forward, leapt and drove her right knee into the blonde’s forehead with a sickening THUD!
HIGH KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_gGATbuYB9o
Mallory went down like she’d been shot, then sat up immediately thereafter, one hand pressed to a spot dead between her eyes. Too angry to burn precious seconds on her usual gloating or taunting, Winterrest wrapped Slade’s ponytail around her fist and forced the blonde to stand after a series of savage jerks.
“LOOK OUT FOR THE REF, MALLORY!” Elise shouted it with mock horror right about the time she tossed the Tigress into the zebra as hard as she could. There was a dull, ceramic-ish THUNK as their foreheads collided. This was followed by groans from the crowd when Mal backpedaled toward her attacker and the official crumpled to his knees with one arm draped over the second strand.
Only vaguely aware that she’d done the poor ref another disservice, Mal actually started to turn in his direction only to whirl (rather woozily, I might add) in the direction of a taunting whistle.
“Here, kitty, kitty.” Elise Winterrest cooed.
“You’re mine, bytcHHUUUGAAWWDD!”
The pounce building in her legs died an ugly death when the Icy Manipulator stepped in and slammed a heartless punt into her undercarriage. Mal froze in her tracks, dropped to her knees in slow motion and was forced to look up at the smirking brunette because Elise took her chin between thumb and forefinger. “Beg.” she said quietly. “Beg for me, Mallory. I don’t care if these idiots hear it or not, but I want you to beg me to leave this ring under your own pow--”
Slade pursed her lips and spat a wad of phlegm on her enemy’s gulping tummy. Forced to raise her voice over the delighted roar of the crowd, the penitent Tigress rasped, “I’d spend a week in intensive care before I’d beg you for anything you evil--”
Elise THWHUNKED a Kneelift into her jaw mid-retort, causing the wounded battler to bite her bottom lip. Mal tasted copper but that was the least of her problems. Still holding Slade’s hair, Winterrest hauled her most of the way to verticality before hauling the Australian into a Front Facelock. Then she slung Mallory’s near arm across her shoulders and helped herself to a huge handful of tiger-print bottoms. Voice unusually calm considering the violence of this battle, Elise looked out at the crowd and told them, “I advise you to look away for what happens next. I suspect you won’t, but I very much suggest you try.”
They didn’t quite know how to react to that, they did however know to cringe when the Malicious Mainer hauled her burden all the way to high noon and kicked both legs out from underneath. THWHONK! the crown of Mal’s skull hit the canvas full force, the lack of a running start not even sort of a detriment to Winterrest’s ‘Murderous’ Brainbuster. Slade’s legs bounced up, her arms slumped out at her sides, other than that, there was no reaction following the brutal head-drop.
MURDEROUS BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=368d4bT2XMA
In perfect position to make a cover, Elise thought better of it when she saw the ref was in no position to provide a useful count. “Seems I’ve got some free time.” she said to no one in particular. “Which means I should find something to do. Idle hands and all that…”
On her feet shortly thereafter, Ms. Murder strolled to the corner farthest from the official and set to work undoing the knot that held the pad over the top turnbuckle. The work was made considerably easier by the lack of secrecy required and she had the heavy canvas hanging useless in no time. Turning back to Slade when the work was done, Elise started forward, then stopped when she noticed something she’d missed before. “You’ve got some red on you, Mallory dear.” she said of the bloody rill running down from the blonde’s hairline. “Let’s see if I can add a little bit more.” No more than half a dozen steps put her in Mal’s personal space and an even dozen put them both in the vicinity of the exposed turnbuckle.
Crowded in close behind, Winterrest cupped Mallory’s chin in one hand and the back of her skull in the others. “Take a good, long look. REMEMBER her like this.” she told the fans. “Because you’re not going to like what comes next.”
‘Next’ was still on her lips when Ms. Murder BWONKED Slade’s forehead into the heavy steel ring. Mal shuddered, instinctually pulled away and BWONK! Elise bounced her head again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again, until finally the Jungle Dwellers stopped jeering and started pleading. Until the trickle of red was a veritable river, until Mal’s hands stopped fluttering and only hung limp at her sides. Then and only then did Winterrest march / trudge her incapacitated adversary out to the center of the squared circle.
Silent while maneuvering the Australian’s deadweight, Elise delivered a final message after she’d forced Mal’s head under one armpit and butterflied her arms with a stiff Double Underhook. “There’s only one law in this jungle… and you’re looking at her.” She dipped, hoisted Slade up until her toes were pointed at the rafters, then laid out and back to TWHONK the Tigress’s bloody forehead into the mat with Murder Most Foul.
MURDER MOST FOUL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qnYuqZbEoXY
Mallory tumbled over onto her back and laid still. No insensate sitting up, no half-hearted attempt to roll to one side or another, just the smooth, thick silence of deep unconsciousness. While the Jungle Dwellers knew their heroine was finished, the knowledge must’ve been lost on Ms. Murder because she smacked down across the blonde’s chest in a miniature Splash and hooked both legs just above the knee. Drawing Slade’s tush toward the rafters in a tight, unmoving bundle, Winterrest held her tongue as the groggy official rose to all fours and crawled as close to the action as he dared. Elise only broke her silence to count along when he slapped the canvas…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The boos came along with the bell, the former almost loud enough to drown out the Announcer’s confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… ELISE WINTERREST!” Showing that devilishly icy smile for the first time in a long while, the black-clad brunette tossed her rival’s legs aside, pushed to her knees and climbed aboard Mal’s waist. “Wake up.” she slapped Slade’s cheek to no reaction. “Wake up.” Another slap, also to no reaction.
“I SAID WAKE UP, MALLORY!” Elise roared it, the fury and venom in her voice startling the official into inaction long enough for the brunette to peel off half a dozen more head-ringing smacks.
“Get off her, Elise! C’mon, get off her right now!” the ref bustled in, crouched down and looped an arm around Winterrest’s midsection to better haul her away. “Knock it off, I said! Don’t make me reverse the--”
“LET GO OF ME YOU IDIOT, SHE’S MINE! I EARNED THIS!” Elise curled Mal’s ponytail around one fist, wrenched her head off the mat and cra-cra-cra-cra-CRAAAACKED several more slaps onto the Aussie’s sleeping face. “WAKE UP YOU BYTCH!” Winterrest screamed, her legs kicking wildly as the ref prized her away from the defenseless Tigress. “WAKE UP AND TELL THESE PEOPLE WHO RULES THE JUNGLE! TELL THEM WHO RULES YOU!”
And Mallory did start to stir, if only ever so slightly. A hand rose to inspect her lacerated forehead, then she braced an elbow against the mat and sloooooowly forced herself to sit up. “THAT’S IT, WAKE UP HONEY!” Elise sounded ecstatic in spite of the ref’s intrusion. “LOOK AT MY HANDS! LOOK AT THE BLOOD ON MY HANDS! DOES IT LOOK FAMILIAR, MAL? DOES IT TASTE FAMILIAR, KITTEN?”
Slade wiped a forearm across her bloody features, pulled it away and shuddered with hate and disappointment when she saw the smear. “LOOK AT ME, MALLORY! SWALLOW THE BLOOD IN YOUR MOUTH, THEN LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND BEG FOR MERCY! BEG ME, YOU BROKEN BYTCH!”
The Tigress turned her head to the side and spat a disturbingly red splat of phlegm onto the canvas. Then she met Elise’s eyes and asked, “Is that all you’ve got, princess?”
Elise bellowed like a demon loosed from Hell and redoubled her escape efforts, but the original official had been joined by three more and between the four of them they were able to haul the Icy Manipulator out of the squared circle. “YOU’RE DEAD, SLADE! F*CKING DEAD! FIRST YOU’LL BLEED, THEN YOU’LL BEG, THEN YOU’LL CEDE THE JUNGLE TO ME BEFORE YOU SLINK OFF TO DIE!”
Bloodied and beaten but far from broken, Mallory Slade clambered to her feet and lurched into the ropes closest to her departing adversary. “YOU FAILED, ELISE! YOU RAN ME TO GROUND BUT YOU COULDN’T FINISH THE JOB! NOW I’M GONNA TEAR YOU APART! TEARS FOR THE TIGRESS, ELISE! YOU’RE GONNA GIVE ME ALL YOUR TEARS!”
And so it went in this vein, blonde and brunette roaring curses at one another until the latter was dragged through the curtain and out of sight. Alone save for the fans, Mal drew in a deep breath and let it out slow. Doing so reminded her of her partially stripped state and she angled a non-bloodied arm across her chest.
“Remember this night.” she told the first few rows. “It’s the night the final hunt began. And it’s the last peaceful night’s sleep Elise Winterrest will EVER know.”
OUT OF THE BLACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_d_C5b-BD4
Fans in every corner of the arena responded to this statement with jeers and derision, none of which did a damned thing to stop the pounding, staccato drumbeat of Royal Blood’s ‘Out of the Black’. A few seconds later Elise stepped into view and spread her arms wide, the callous brunette inviting them to give her everything they had. Boy did they ever, Miss Murder got the sort of reaction that hadn’t been heard in Bangor since Barely Legal got called to Orlando full time. Winterrest smiled through it all, a cold, gleaming crescent that turned the color of blood when the house lights went down, then blazed forth in an eerie, fiery red. Appropriately braced for her battle with the Jungle’s resident feline pest, she started down the ramp to the squared circle.
ELISE WINTERREST:
Take note, you sartorially minded FAWN fans, tonight Elise wore her newest tee-shirt, a dark blue, belly baring number crisscrossed with yellow crime scene tape emblazoned with the words: MURDER MOST FOUL. With the hem stopping a few inches north of her navel, the losers and halfwits all got an undeserved look at her matching black elbow and knee pads 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’.
Easing into the shadow of the squared circle, Elise stopped to face one of the pathetic regulars, beguiled locals but when he leaned forward to give her a piece of his (presumably stunted) mind, she raised 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, glided between the ropes and claimed the center of the ring for her very own. Dark eyes locked on the entryway, Elise took the bottom edge of her tee-shirt in both hands and peeled it overhead to fully reveal the black halter style one-piece with its four bright red slashes across the front. Shirt discarded without so much as a thought, Winterrest ignored the ref’s suggestion to head to her corner. The Tigress would be here any minute and Elise wanted the little bytch to know she wasn’t heading to a hunt.
It was a slaughter.
Once Royal Blood had faded into the background, the Announcer steeled his nerves and summoned up the second half of this volatile pair. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Tallong, Queensland Australia, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is the Tigress, MALLORY SLADE!”
ONE FOR THE MONEY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ER554839RhY
The Jungle Dwellers sprang to their feet and swore full throated oaths of loyalty for their favorite Australian export. There devotions were joined by 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.
MALLORY SLADE:
‘IT’S TIME TO HUNT!’ they replied several hundred times over.
Nodding confirmation, Slade continued on to the ring and though she zig-zagged enough to catch every hand offered, the careful observer noted that her eyes never left the Icy Manipulator. Plenty of eyes were on her though and no one could blame them, what with Mal sporting her usual 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. At the base of the aisle now, Slade sent to the steps, but rather than climb she laid a hand on the apron and walked from one end of the other, the dry rasp of her nails on the canvas a suitable warning for the woman who’d humiliated her at every turn.
Having marked the apron with her claws, Mal made her way back to the center and slid under the bottom rope. Elise and the rest of the Jungle Dwellers expected her to tumble backward in a flawless somersault, which is exactly why she whirled around in a low crouch and launched herself straight at the hateful brunette. Startled by the swiftness of it even though she’d prepared herself for Aussie retaliation, Elise took a giant step backward but that only meant she was closer to the buckles when Slade THWHUMPED a shoulder into her gut. Give the devil her due, Winterrest didn’t squeal for an assist from the referee or whine about a cheap shot, instead she curled her hands into fists and just POUNDED away at the other woman’s tawny back.
Not that it did her much good at the moment, what with Mallory gripping the second strand and driving Shoulderblock after Shoulderblock into the American’s gulping midsection. Elsewhere, the referee finally shook off his stupor and called for the bell. The CLANG was still reaching the concession stand when he bustled over to the mugging and slipped an arm around Slade’s waist. “Back off, Mallory! Back off right now!” he did his best to sound authoritative even while avoiding the worst of the blonde’s twisting and kicking.
“GET OFFA ME!” Slade bellowed. “BYTCH HAS IT COMING! BACK OFF SO I CAN EEERRGGGGGHH!”
Shunting her aching ribs aside to put some punishment on Mal, Elise stormed off the buckles with a straight right hand that snapped her rival’s head backward. A double handful of hair and a dark look was all it took for Elise to extricate Slade from the ref’s clutches, after that it was easy work to BWUUUNG her into the tight spot she’d just escaped. “I have it coming? I HAVE IT COMING?” Winterrest’s tone possessed none of is usual icy cool as she laid one forearm across Mallory’s throat and wrapped the Tigress’s ponytail around her other fist. “WHO PINNED ME WITH A CRADLE LIKE A DESPERATE, NO TALENT SLUT? WAS THAT YOU, KITTY?”
Each word was interrupted by one (and sometimes two or more) Kneelifts, each one just THUMPING into the trim terrain surrounding Slade’s navel. Only vaguely aware of the ref swatting at, then pulling on, her shoulders, Ms. Murder leaned in nose to nose with her nemesis, a shift which forced even more weight against Mal’s windpipe. “You cheated me of a victory, little girl. Taking your trunks was only the first step in paying me back. Tonight you’re going to bleEEEDDDAAAARRRRHHHHHH!”
Short of breath or not, Mallory was close enough to do damage, as Winterrest discovered when she surged forward and bit down on the brunette’s nose! Squealing and stamping, Elise jabbed a few punches into Mallory’s tummy before clamping down on her shoulders. She was about to slam a knee into opposing crotch when Slade beat her to it by a split-second.
Winterrest sucked in a gasping sob and her grip on the Australian’s shoulders got even tighter as she attempted to keep her balance. Slade didn’t mind in the slightest, the close quarters let her wrap her arms around Elise’s waist and reverse their positions as abruptly and unpleasantly as possible. “Come on, Mal!” the ref demanded (alright, pleaded) while the lass in question draped her foe’s arms over the top rope. “You can’t fight this whole match crowded in one corner, the office will have my ass!” Mallory didn’t hear a count, meaning she paid the poor dope no mind, she’d been waiting to maul the Icy Manipulator since Labor Day and she wasn’t about to waste her breath arguing about the rules.
Hands crooked into claws, she ‘smecked’ them against Elise’s breasts and bore down until the brunette drew in a silent shriek. “What am I thinking? This is too polite for the likes of you.” Slade taunted in between squeezes. “After all, you’re the kind of trash that likes getting her hands dirty.”
Still too weak from the Low Blow to muster any real retaliation, Elise drew in a deep breath and muttered, “You wouldn’t know the first thing about getting your hands dirty, princeSAAAAARRRRHHHHH YOOOOUUUU BYTCH!”
Apparently the Tigress knew a little something about fighting mean because she abandoned the first Breast Claw to stuff her hands into the arm holes of Winterrest’s one piece. She hesitated just long enough to let Winterrest register fingers on her bounty, then Slade took the witch’s nubs between thumb and forefinger and twisted like she was searching a radio dial. “GO ON THEN!” Mallory bellowed into Elise’s wailing face. “BEG TO HAVE ‘EM BACK OR I’LL TEAR ‘EM RIGHT UUUNNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Effective (and satisfying) though it was, the Double Pincer left Slade exposed on other fronts and Elise made her pay for the lapse with a vindictive Kneelift between the thighs. “You must’ve gone crazy in the cold.” Winterrest spat as she yanked the Aussie’s grubby hands clear of her suit. “Absolutely out of your goddamned mind, if you think I’d ever beg you for anything.”
Gripping Slade’s shoulders again, Ms. Murder sidled off the buckles and forced Mal against them chest-first. Already giddy over the looming payback, Elise draped Slade’s arms over the top rope and would’ve mounted the second rope if the ref hadn’t put a hand on her shoulder. “Seriously, Elise.” he said softly. “I’m this close to calling for the bell. Don’t let this end in a DQ.”
Winterrest braced her other hand between her rival’s shoulders to make sure she couldn’t go anywhere. Then she turned her attention to the official and huffed, “I fear we have taken advantage of your generous nature and for that I apologize. Rest assured I’ll vacate the corner as soon as you start a count, but until then I’d politely request that you NEVER F*CKING TOUCH ME WHILE I’M RIPPING A BYTCH APART!”
Shrugging him off with a single violent twitch, Winterrest slipped the index, middle and ring fingers of each hand into the sides of Mallory’s mouth and pulled back in a truly Murderous Fishhook. To make matters worse she planted her right knee between the Aussie’s shoulders and grrrrrrrrooooooound away. She’d only been at it for a few seconds when the ref finally reached the end of his rope and started a decisive count. “ONE! TWO! THREE!’ Elise pulled her hands free, grabbed the knot of Mal’s top and snapped it off in a savage yank.
Trophy in hand, she stamped to the middle of the squared circle and held it high for the whole Jungle to see. “That’s another one!” she called over the jeering throng. “I’ll have an entire wing of tacky tiger print before this bytch finally learns her lesson!”
Very much aware that she’d been stripped to the waist in under three minutes, Mal Slade swallowed the lump in her throat and pushed off the corner with no sign of hesitation. The camera clicks and whistles came at once, though a part of the Tigress noted that a good portion of the fans were still booing Winterrest’s humiliation tactic. “Give it back.” she said to the Icy Manipulator. “Give it back or you bleed, Elise.”
An unsmiling Elise Winterrest dropped the shorn garment at her feet before making a show of crushing it under one boot. Once it was thoroughly trod she flicked her foot back and thus discarded Mal’s top like so much garbage. “The prospect of blood isn’t a threat, Mallory. You want to cover your pathetic tits? Then scurry out of the ring and hit the locker room. But if you want to fight? Un-sheath those claws of yours and get ready for war you prissy, flat-chested piece of sh--”
Mal stepped in and CRAAACKED / SWIPED her claws across the brunette’s cheek. “Gonna tell you this one time, Elise.” The Tigress raised her slappin’ hand overhead and beckoned Winterrest forward. “Keep your mouth shut and you might, just MIGHT not wake up with it wired shut.”
Winterrest raked a hand through her hair but made no effort to inspect the welts Mallory left on her cheek. After a moment’s silence she said, “You’ve pinned me, Slade. Hell, you even submitted me once. But beat me? Actually, BREAK me? Sweetheart, you don’t have the spine for it.”
The Tigress tried and failed to keep the rage out of her reply. “Guess I’ll just have to take yours, sweethea--”
Winterrest stepped in with one hand drawn back for a murderous Bytch Slap. Slade would’ve taken it without a word of complaint, but the brunette didn’t carry through. Rather she pursed her lips and spat directly in the blonde’s face. “That’s all you’re getting from me tonight, kit--”
Mallory filled her hands with Elise’s hair and would’ve liberated it from her scalp if Ms. Murder hadn’t SHUMPED a Kneelift between her thighs. The hair-hold was the only thing that kept Slade vertical, not that she stayed there for more than a heartbeat or two before Winterrest dropped a shoulder and slammed it into her belly. Charging and lifting at the same time, Elise hoisted Mallory onto her shoulder like a sack of laundry and raced to the nearest corner.
BWUUUNG! The crowd groaned along with Slade as the brunette slammed her full force into the thinly-padded steel. Slade slung her arms over the top rope to keep from losing her footing and that was just fine with Elise because it meant she didn’t waste any time keeping the loser stacked in the corner. As such she landed an extra couple Shoulderblocks before the ref hurried over to prize ‘em apart. “Ok Elise, get her out of the corner. Hands up and back off, I want a clean break!”
Winterrest stuffed another rough shot into her rival’s tummy, then stood up and raised her hands to shoulder level. “Is this what you had in mind?” He started to agree, then barked out another warning because Elise swiveled Slade’s head to one side with a savage Bytch Slap. Wheeling around even as the fans ‘ooooohhed’ their displeasure, Winterrest strutted to the middle of the ring, then wheeled around and raced back at her prey. A Clothesline or Splash seemed inevitable when Mallory brought her legs up and pistoned them forward for a Mule Kick. Anyone else might’ve had her jaw dented in but Elise Winterrest was eerily attuned to the Tigress’s traps and she grabbed her ankles a half inch shy of her jaw.
“Too slow, kitty.” Mallory didn’t get to utter so much as a ‘f*ck you’ before the Icy Manipulator took her bundled gams and tossed ‘em to the right. Spun from the corner to the strands in a single bound, Slade was left seated on the middle rope with arms hooked over the top to keep from tumbling to the mat. Alas, it meant her back was to Winterrest, who immediately took the opportunity to CRAAACK a Knife-Edge Chop across her upper back.
“Ropes!” Mallory shouted. “Get her back, I’m in the ropeSSERRRGGHH, OOOWWWW STOP THAT YOU HATEFUL BYTCH!”
Fingers sank deep into the Aussie’s exposed breasts, Elise nuzzled her chin into the hollow of Slade’s right shoulder and cooed, “Stop what, dear? This?” she took Mallory’s nipples between thumb and forefinger and twisted until the blonde was keening through clenched teeth.
“Dammit Elise, get her out of the corner!” the ref demanded. “Test me and I’ll disqualify you on the spot!”
Winterrest regarded him from over one shoulder and sighed. “Do you really think that’s going to end her torment?” Elise didn’t care to wait for his answer, which was why she put her back to Slade and reached over one shoulder with both hands. Lacing her fingers across the Aussie’s chin, Winterrest stepped forward and laid out on her back to TWAWHUNK Mallory down onto the back of her head and shoulders with a snappy Reverse Neckbreaker.
ROPE HUNG NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Yz-5MzCt00
Mal groaned and cradled her aching noggin while her heels pattered against the mat. She was still trying to shake it off when Elise laid claim to her wrists and draaaaaaaaaagged her to the middle of the ring. Once they were clear of the ropes she dropped to her knees and settled the full weight of her backside atop the vulnerable vixen’s upturned mug. Baring her teeth in a wicked little smile, Winterrest resumed her heartless nipple tweaking assault as the official swooped in to count…
ONE…
TWO…
Mallory bucked hard, dropping the brunette back on her haunches with a full second to spare. “What’s the matter, kitten?” Elise smirked. “Those mosquito bites starting to itch?” Mal sat up, angled a forearm across her chest and rubbed the back of her head. “F*ck you, you tawdry slut. Just wait ‘til I get my claws inside your skanky suiEERRRGGGHH! EYES, REF! GET HER OFFA MY EYES!”
The Icy Manipulator snuggled in behind the seated Tigress and gouged her talons into Mal’s forehead, eyes sockets and cheeks. Quick to respond to any attack on a wrestler’s eyes, the zebra swatted Elise’s shoulder and said, “Let off, Elise! Now!” Elise pretended not to hear so he started to count, reaching ‘FOUR!’ before Winterrest finally let loose.
“I think it’s clear I can maul you whenever it strikes my fancy.” Winterrest said to the slumped battler. “But there’s something in the tone of your voice that makes me believe you don’t think much of my wrestling abilities. That, like yourself, simply cannot stand.”
Twining her fingers in the Aussie’s sweat-dampened hair, Elise hauled Mal to her feet, then twisted around and dropped to one knee to flip Slade onto her rump with a stiff little Snapmare. Apparently that was all the actual wrestling the brunette needed to prove herself because she promptly cupped one hand under the Tigress’s chin and curled the fingers of her other hand beneath Mal’s upper jaw. “Scream for me, kitten!” Elise sneered as she tried to turn her opponent’s head into the world’s goriest Pez Dispenser. “SCREAMMMEEERRRGGGGGGGHHH!”
Mallory wrenched away the hand controlling her chin and chomped down on those intruding digits as hard as she could. Her honey pot transformed into a bear trap, Winterrest slapped at Slade’s head but couldn’t free herself even when the blonde clambered to her feet. Smiling as she continued to gnaw, Mal grabbed the Elise’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock and went to one knee to flip the Icy Manipulator onto her tush with a retaliatory Snapmare. Elise was still dealing with the twinge coming from her tailbone when Slade hooked two fingers into the American’s nose and three fingers into her mouth. Then she pulled in different directions, presumably trying to peel Winterrest’s face off her head.
“How do you like it, Elise?” Mallory taunted over her foe’s yowling. “I SAID HOW DO YOU LIKE IT, BYTCH?!” Elise didn’t like it very much, if the frantic pulling and swatting at her attacker’s wrists was any indication. Slade just snorted and increased the pressure, an expression of savage glee stamped on her pretty face.
While part of him was tempted to let Mallory keep up the good work until Winterrest bawled for mercy, the official pushed the thought aside and tapped Mal’s shoulder. “Off her face, Mal. This is a wrestling match, not a mugging.”
“Oh, I think it can be both.” the Tigress replied without hesitation. Even so, she got up, turned on a dime and ran the ropes behind her penitent prey. So relieved to be clear of Slade’s claws that she didn’t realize the trouble brewing on her six, Elise ‘uuuunnnnnghed’ in surprise when Slade hopped up n’ stamped down on the base of her neck. Winterrest’s forehead BWUUUNKED into the mat hard enough to whip her back to a slumped seat. Landing a few steps in front of Elise, Mal whipped around again, hopped up and finally PWAAAKED her heels between the brunette’s eyes.
LOW DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0erEuW5ZJGU
The Low Dropkick knocked Winterrest flat on her back, where she stayed until Slade straddled her waist and ‘smecked’ her claws into the other woman’s chest. Yes it was a cover, but more importantly it was a double Breast Claw that had Winterrest hissing in pain while the ref counted…
ONE…
TWO…
Winterrest kicked out with authority, a not so subtle reminder that she was down, not out. Mal didn’t argue with the result, considering the way she’d been dominated until a minute or so it would’ve been highly unsatisfying to eke out another win that way. Therefore she curled her fingers around Elise’s dark hair and hauled her to boot leather with half a dozen savage jerks. “You have taken EVERY opportunity to embarrass me. To diminish me.” The words almost caught in Slade’s throat as she secured the American in a Front Facelock and proceeded to march / drag her across the squared circle. “It’s like, you think if you just strip me often enough I’ll just slink off and concede the ring to you.” She stopped a few steps shy of the ropes and abruptly THWHUMPED a Kneelift into her foe’s tummy. “Won’t work like that, Elise. I’ve wrestled alligators, tracked wild pigs, wrangled with pythons and even dealt with a brown bear that raided a beer cooler once. Any of those animals could’ve taken my head off so the prospect of showing some strangers my tits is irritating, but not nearly as much as YOU (THUMP!) THINKING (THUMP!) I’LL (THUMP!) BE (THUMP!) SHAMED (THUMP!) INTO (THUMP!) SURRENDER!”
The Tigress trailed off to catch her breath, then piled on one more Kneelift before tossing the gaping Mainer’s near arm over her shoulders. Immediately thereafter she snatched a handful of black waistband and after a single mean tug Slade hoisted the other woman all the way to high noon. Delighted to see the usually domineering battler womanhandled in such a way, the Jungle Dwellers sprang to their feet and began chiming off seconds. ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!’ A traditional Vertical Suplex would’ve done the job just fine, but Winterrest had drawn a line in the ropes earlier and Slade felt compelled to make her own statement at that particular landmark. That’s why she took a couple wobbly steps forward and tossed Ms. Murder down gut-first across the rubber-coated steel.
Elise hit with an unpleasant ‘TWANG! and started to seesaw out of the ring only to find her exit halted by a swift application of the Australian’s claws. “No hiding on the floor now, Elise.” Mal cupped the brunette’s head in her hands and lifted her up, all the better to look Winterrest dead in the eye. “The Tigress has your scent. And she smells blood.”
“All I smell is the terror sweat of a glorified carnival acTTEEERRAAAHHHHH! REF! DEH BIDGE IZZZ BIDING MEEEE!”
And indeed she was, Mallory having twisted her head to one side to better chomp on Winterrest’s defenseless nose. Startled into inaction by the show of viciousness, the ref allowed Mal to chew in peace for almost ten seconds before he shook it off. “Spit out her nose, Mallory! We can’t have faces getting chewed off in front of the fans!” It sounded lame sure, but it was the best he could do on the spot and either way it seemed to do the trick, as Slade ended the gnawing with an impertinent kiss on her prey’s forehead.
Shifting her hands to Winterrest’s ears, Mallory stepped back, drawing Elise more and more into the ring until she was hanging suspended by her noggin and ankles. Knowing damned well there was no pleasant way down from this predicament, the Icy Manipulator gripped Mal’s bounty so hard it made the Australian lovely gasp in pain. “Bite and claw all you want, urchin.” she snarled. “In the end you’re just another beast and when I raise my hand you WILL be brought to UUUNNNNNGGGGHH!”
Mallory dipped her knees, sprang up in a vertical leap and landed comfortably on her tush while poor Elise THWHUNKED down on her face, the victim of a viciously sheer Sit-Out Facebuster. Winterrest bounced hard but didn’t roll onto her back, so Slade swung a leg over and slid into a perch just above her butt. “Gonna make you quit tonight, Elise.” she promised under her breath. “But not before I get a little payback.”
In this case ‘a little payback’ meant a whole heapin’ lotta payback, not that Elise realized it in the beginning. At first she only felt the Aussie’s gripping her shoulders and she instinctually tensed up in hopes of denying her rival a Camel Clutch. In this she was successful, but any satisfaction she might’ve felt evaporated the instant she felt Slade peeling the slick lycra of her one-piece off her shoulders. “DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, F*CKER!” Elise screamed as she squirmed to life. “I MEAN IT, SLADE! YOU WON’T LIVE TO SEE THE SUN COME UP IF OOHHHH YOU F*CKING SLUTTEEEEEERRRGGHHHHH!”
Mallory Slade wasn’t one to revel in the humiliation of an adversary, especially one as dangerous as Ms. Murder. And yet she couldn’t deny the dark thrill that ran up her spine when Winterrest’s breasts spilled free of her outfit. The crowd was thrilled too, not that they got much of a view with Elise stretched out on her stomach with both arms crossed over her chest. Taking a moment to relish this balancing of the karmic scale, the Tigress cupped Elise’s shoulders with her hands and gave ‘em a strong squeeze. “Your arms, Elise. Give them to me.” she said softly.
“Go f*ck yourself.” the brunette sneered. She kicked her legs as hard as she could and actually succeeded in striking the blonde’s tush and lower back a couple of times. Unfortunately she also succeeded in enraging the Tigress, a fact she only discovered when Mal snatched a double handful of hair and scraaaaaaappppppped her face back ‘n forth across the thinly-sheathed plywood. Elise squealed and tried to wrench her head loose but she didn’t free her hands, she knew what Slade had in mind and meant to thwart her at every turn.
The referee proved an unwitting conspirator when he hurried over and said, “Enough of that, Mal. The mount is fine, but you can’t scrape her face off.”
Slade paused in her work, but didn’t remove her hands from the brunette’s locks. “No, you mean I SHOULDN’T scrape her face off. I very well COULD, if I really wanted to.”
“The f*ck you could.” Elise groaned, her voice muffled because one cheek was pressed to the mat. “You’re a spineless cupcake. That’s why you always leave the ring tits up and bare down to your UUUNNNNGGHHH!”
One had to admire Winterrest’s courage even as you questioned her brains for remaining to haughty in such a vulnerable situation. Mallory yanked her head off the mat, then THWHUNKED it into the mat once, twice, three times. The last collision finally loosened the Icy Manipulator’s defenses to the point where Slade could pull her arms out from her torso. Clamped down on Winterrest’s biceps, Mallory leaaaaaaaaaaaaned back and made a very methodical show of draping Elise’s arms across her thighs.
“Nice tits, Elise.” Slade taunted. “Not as nice as mine, but there’s no reason you shouldn’t show ‘em off. Here, I can help.” She threaded her fingers across the American’s chin and reefed back on the Camel Clutch hard enough to give three sides of the arena an excellent view of Winterrest’s heretofore unseen bounty.
Elise suffered the pain of the Clutch and heard the cheers of the crowd, but both were inconsequential in regard to the hatred she felt for Mallory Slade. “You bytch. You bytch, you’re going to pay. No, you’re going to diiieeerrrgggggggggghhhh!”
Mallory leaned back even farther, putting a serious kink in Winterrest’s already aching spine. Delighted by the anguish and embarrassment she saw stamped on the brunette’s face, Mallory waited until the second round of crowd noise died down before she murmured, “Apologize, Elise. Apologize and I’ll let you tuck those sad sack tits back into your slutty outfit.”
“Kiss. My. Ass. Slade.”
Mallory frowned, then nodded. “Fine. Time for tears, tramp.”
With that she released the Chinlock and slipped her arms beneath Elise’s biceps and applied a sadistic pincer grip to her nemesis’s nipples. Elise sucked in a deep, shuddering breath but locked her scream behind clenched teeth, a show of resilience that went totally unappreciated by the Aussie. “Hold on as long as you can, honey.” Mal cooed in the brunette’s right ear. “I can hold on a helluva lot longer.” To prove it she pulled Winterrest’s buds out and twisted the pliant flesh between thumb and forefinger.
Tougher than the fans cared to give her credit for, Elise held her tongue until long after the Jungle Dwellers were groaning in sympathetic misery. Unfortunately the Tigress wouldn’t be denied and what started as a low keening in the back of her throat eventually tore free of its reins as a full bore shriek of agony. “AAAWWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHK!” she wailed loud enough for the cheap seats to hear her with crystal clarity. “STOP PINCHING YOU CHEAP BYTCH! STOP AAAAAAAAAHHHH GAAAWWWWWWWD!”
Mallory pinched all the harder, the vindictive blonde focusing on Winterrest’s pain to better ignore the creeping cramps in her fingers. “You want out?” she murmured to the suffering battler. “Then tell the ref to call it off. Tell him to ring the bell because THESE,” she abused Elise’s rack with another vile radio dial twist, “couldn’t take any more punishment!” Clamping down that much harder, Slade looked from Winterrest to the referee. “Go on and ask her. Get in close if you’d like, she’ll probably want to whisper her submission any--”
“F*ck off you grubby little rat-faced fraud.” Elise interrupted in a cold, malevolent voice.
Chilled in spite of her advantageous position, the blonde inhaled sharply, then said, “What was that, Elise? I couldn’t make it out over all the screaming.” She twisted yet again, but Ms. Murder only hissed her anguish.
“I said you’re never going to make me quit like this. You don’t even have it in you to draw blood.”
Mallory shook her head, astonished. The gall of this woman. “You wanna bleed, Elise?”
“I’d love to see you try.”
“I hope you’ve got a good plastic surgeon on speed diAAARRRRGGGGHHH YOU SAVAGE SLUT!”
Winterrest wrenched an arm loose of the blonde’s thighs and in so doing wrenched one of the pincers from her bounty. Rather than go straight for the remaining hand, Elise grabbed Mal’s free wrist and jerked the hand to her mouth for a deeply satisfying chomp. Quick to abandon any sense of decorum in the wake of her foe’s toothy reprisal, Slade relinquished the second claw hold in favor of a huge handful of dark hair. An equally mean-spirited yank forced Winterrest’s neck back at a sharp angle, one that allowed the Tigress to lean in and sink her own fangs into opposing forehead.
Startled by just how fast the situation spun out of control, the referee swooped in beside the tangled terrors and tried to restore some semblance of order. “Hey, hey, hey! Enough with the biting, ladies! C’mon now, knock that off!” Might as well have been talking to a brick wall. Mallory and Elise had developed a taste for the other and right then it seemed both wanted her rival’s blood in her mouth more than anything else. Left with one option, the black & white stood up and began barking his count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Mallory stopped gnawing and twisting, but immediately filled her hands with the brunette’s hair, which wasn’t much better. Even so, her change in tactics forced Winterrest to break off as well so the ref tolerated the tugging, especially when both ladies clambered to their feet. Switching over to a far more acceptable Wristlock, Slade wrenched Elise’s arms three times in rapid succession before pointing her at the ropes. “Try to run, bytch. I’m gonna love chasing you down.”
Elise might’ve managed a response if the Tigress hadn’t stepped away, dropped a hip and slung her at the other side of the squared circle. True to her word, Slade started after the Malicious Mainer after only a few steps, meaning Winterrest was in store for a big ol’ tiger striped surprise the instant she PWAK!
Instead of twisting around to hit the ropes back-first, the Icy Manipulator slammed on the brakes at the last second and jabbed an elbow over her shoulder. The shot caught Mallory on the point of the chin and rocked her back on her heels, the Aussie gingerly checking her jaw to make sure Elise hadn’t split it wide open. No worries on that front, Slade’s mug was still in one piece and it stayed that way until Elise jumped onto the second rope and leapt straight back. Circling her arms around Mallory’s noggin, Winterrest kicked her legs forward and laid out flat on her back to THAWHONK the Australian import flat on her face courtesy of the Bullet With a Name.
BULLET WITH A NAME @ 00:12
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d6CUeNAukGQ
Mal bounced up and flopped over onto her back in a glassy-eyed starfish, leading a great many of the fans to spring to their feet with cheers of encouragement at the ready. They needn’t have worried however, as Elise didn’t make so much as a move toward a cover. Instead her attention was focused on the upper-half of her one piece, which had sustained serious damage when the blonde peeled it down to her hips. A quick inspection confirmed her suspicions, the tawdry bytch had rendered it useless for anything other than rags, at least from the navel on up. Resigned to the fact that these inbred slugs would see far more of her than they ever deserved, Winterrest stood up, planted a boot on Mallory’s chest and spread her arms wide.
“IS THIS WHAT YOU CRETINS WANTED TO SEE?”
Those assembled replied quite positively, though there were a still a healthy undercurrent of boos. After all, a topless heel was still a heel. Winterrest nodded at the response and answered with a heartless grin. “Then I hope you all enjoy every picture, tweet and post you can get, because THIS PIECE OF SHIT,” she swept an arm down to indicate Slade while simultaneously grrrrrrrriiiiiiinding her foot against the Aussie’s sternum, “is paying the price for each and every one of you disgusting shyts.”
The wolf whistles and catcalls faded noticeably at this proclamation, as the locals didn’t much care for the idea of their favorite taking more punishment in their stead. Too late now though, Elise plunged her hands into the Tigress’s hair and jerked her to woozy, gut-shot verticality. Winterrest led her to the ropes, using Mal’s hair as a bridle. There she smeared the Aussie against the ropes and stepped in tummy to tummy, all the better to keep Slade in place while Elise tossed her arms over the top rope. “You have sharper claws than I expected, kitty.” the brunette admitted as she pulled the middle strand up n’ over Mallory’s arms, thus trapping her snug between the rubber-coated steel. “In fact I’d be willing to go on record as saying they’re almost as good as mine.” Elise laid her hands over Mal’s breasts and treated them to a very gentle squeeze. “But ALMOST as good doesn’t make you the apex predator, Mallory.” She leaned her forehead against the blonde’s, then pecked a kiss on the tip of her nose. “It only makes you the most interesting prey.”
With that she crooked her hands into claws and proceeded to RAKE Mal’s chest from collarbone to navel, Ms. Murder taking great care to make sure the other woman’s breasts suffered the brunt of her wrath.
The Tigress moaned aloud once, remembered how Winterrest had suffered in silence and abruptly choked down the worst of her misery. Elise recognized the effort for what it was and smiled broadly. “That’s right, kitten. Hold on for as long as you can. Eventually you’ll scream OR I’ll claw through to the other side. Either way, I’m hapPPPUUUNNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Her arms might’ve been neutralized, but Slade’s legs were still very much in play, as Winterrest discovered when her rival hopped off the mat and ‘smecked’ a Scissors around the brunette’s waist. “Talons versus squeeze, Elise.” Mal taunted the startled lovely. “Think your ribs can hold out as long as my OOOOFFFFFFHH!”
Elise pounded a quick left-right-left combo into Mal’s tummy, then grabbed as much meat as she could and dug in with hateful, white-knuckled abandon. “Your squeeze ain’t got shyt.” the brunette grinned as her fingers did more and more damage. “You’re NOTHING, Slade! Just an overgrown kitten lurking around corners to pounce on unsuspecting shoAAAARRRGGHHH OOOHHH YOU WHORE!”
Mallory unlocked her ankles but kept one leg crooked around the Mainer’s waist to keep her from getting away. The other she pulled back against her chest and promptly THUMPED against the juncture of her rival’s thighs.
Gaping and stumbling, Winterrest lost all interest in the Aussie’s midsection as she fought to walk off the nausea roiling deep in the pit of her stomach. Perversely delighted at the sight and sound of brunette anguish, Mal strained against her bonds, found them too sturdy to break and thus turned her attention to the referee. “Get me outta here, huh? That bytch has taken enough cheap shots for one night.”
The zebra agreed that this was so and set to work freeing the Tigress from captivity, all while taking great pains not to look in the direction of her bare, battle-scratched torso. He got one arm loose and was heartbeats away from freeing the other when Miss Murder rushed in from behind to effectively sandwich the startled dope between two very angry young women. Hardly enjoying it the way the startled cheers from the crowd seemed to indicate he should, the ref threw up his hands and tried his best to back out of the predicament. No such luck, Elise reached over both of his shoulders, palmed Mallory’s head in her hands and gouged both thumbs into the blonde’s eyes.
“THAT’S more like it!” Elise cackled as Mal shrieked at the top of her lungs. “What’s the matter, Tigress? We start playing for blood and suddenly you can’t take it?”
All but powerless to defend herself, Slade prized and swatted at Winterrest’s wrists, then reached for the brunette’s leering mug when that didn’t work. Unfortunately her haste and near blindness conspired against her and she raaaaaaaaaked a claw down the official’s face instead! Yelping, he powered away from the tangled terrors and wandered toward the ropes in search of respite for his stinging eyes. “Shyt!” Mal realized the error of her ways as soon as the black & white cried out and she went to check on him as soon as she’d slipped her other shoulder loose of the rubber-coated steel coil. A noble decision indeed, alas, it was also a very dangerous one, as Elise slipped her mind for the briefest of moments and in that window the wicked brunette darted in for another vile eye poke!
“GAAAAHHH! YOU GUTLESS NNNNGGGGGHHH!” Winterrest snatched hold of the Aussie’s wrist, slung her toward the ropes and yanked her back right when Mal reached the end of her tether. With Slade practically on top of her already, Elise surged forward, leapt and drove her right knee into the blonde’s forehead with a sickening THUD!
HIGH KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_gGATbuYB9o
Mallory went down like she’d been shot, then sat up immediately thereafter, one hand pressed to a spot dead between her eyes. Too angry to burn precious seconds on her usual gloating or taunting, Winterrest wrapped Slade’s ponytail around her fist and forced the blonde to stand after a series of savage jerks.
“LOOK OUT FOR THE REF, MALLORY!” Elise shouted it with mock horror right about the time she tossed the Tigress into the zebra as hard as she could. There was a dull, ceramic-ish THUNK as their foreheads collided. This was followed by groans from the crowd when Mal backpedaled toward her attacker and the official crumpled to his knees with one arm draped over the second strand.
Only vaguely aware that she’d done the poor ref another disservice, Mal actually started to turn in his direction only to whirl (rather woozily, I might add) in the direction of a taunting whistle.
“Here, kitty, kitty.” Elise Winterrest cooed.
“You’re mine, bytcHHUUUGAAWWDD!”
The pounce building in her legs died an ugly death when the Icy Manipulator stepped in and slammed a heartless punt into her undercarriage. Mal froze in her tracks, dropped to her knees in slow motion and was forced to look up at the smirking brunette because Elise took her chin between thumb and forefinger. “Beg.” she said quietly. “Beg for me, Mallory. I don’t care if these idiots hear it or not, but I want you to beg me to leave this ring under your own pow--”
Slade pursed her lips and spat a wad of phlegm on her enemy’s gulping tummy. Forced to raise her voice over the delighted roar of the crowd, the penitent Tigress rasped, “I’d spend a week in intensive care before I’d beg you for anything you evil--”
Elise THWHUNKED a Kneelift into her jaw mid-retort, causing the wounded battler to bite her bottom lip. Mal tasted copper but that was the least of her problems. Still holding Slade’s hair, Winterrest hauled her most of the way to verticality before hauling the Australian into a Front Facelock. Then she slung Mallory’s near arm across her shoulders and helped herself to a huge handful of tiger-print bottoms. Voice unusually calm considering the violence of this battle, Elise looked out at the crowd and told them, “I advise you to look away for what happens next. I suspect you won’t, but I very much suggest you try.”
They didn’t quite know how to react to that, they did however know to cringe when the Malicious Mainer hauled her burden all the way to high noon and kicked both legs out from underneath. THWHONK! the crown of Mal’s skull hit the canvas full force, the lack of a running start not even sort of a detriment to Winterrest’s ‘Murderous’ Brainbuster. Slade’s legs bounced up, her arms slumped out at her sides, other than that, there was no reaction following the brutal head-drop.
MURDEROUS BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=368d4bT2XMA
In perfect position to make a cover, Elise thought better of it when she saw the ref was in no position to provide a useful count. “Seems I’ve got some free time.” she said to no one in particular. “Which means I should find something to do. Idle hands and all that…”
On her feet shortly thereafter, Ms. Murder strolled to the corner farthest from the official and set to work undoing the knot that held the pad over the top turnbuckle. The work was made considerably easier by the lack of secrecy required and she had the heavy canvas hanging useless in no time. Turning back to Slade when the work was done, Elise started forward, then stopped when she noticed something she’d missed before. “You’ve got some red on you, Mallory dear.” she said of the bloody rill running down from the blonde’s hairline. “Let’s see if I can add a little bit more.” No more than half a dozen steps put her in Mal’s personal space and an even dozen put them both in the vicinity of the exposed turnbuckle.
Crowded in close behind, Winterrest cupped Mallory’s chin in one hand and the back of her skull in the others. “Take a good, long look. REMEMBER her like this.” she told the fans. “Because you’re not going to like what comes next.”
‘Next’ was still on her lips when Ms. Murder BWONKED Slade’s forehead into the heavy steel ring. Mal shuddered, instinctually pulled away and BWONK! Elise bounced her head again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again, until finally the Jungle Dwellers stopped jeering and started pleading. Until the trickle of red was a veritable river, until Mal’s hands stopped fluttering and only hung limp at her sides. Then and only then did Winterrest march / trudge her incapacitated adversary out to the center of the squared circle.
Silent while maneuvering the Australian’s deadweight, Elise delivered a final message after she’d forced Mal’s head under one armpit and butterflied her arms with a stiff Double Underhook. “There’s only one law in this jungle… and you’re looking at her.” She dipped, hoisted Slade up until her toes were pointed at the rafters, then laid out and back to TWHONK the Tigress’s bloody forehead into the mat with Murder Most Foul.
MURDER MOST FOUL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qnYuqZbEoXY
Mallory tumbled over onto her back and laid still. No insensate sitting up, no half-hearted attempt to roll to one side or another, just the smooth, thick silence of deep unconsciousness. While the Jungle Dwellers knew their heroine was finished, the knowledge must’ve been lost on Ms. Murder because she smacked down across the blonde’s chest in a miniature Splash and hooked both legs just above the knee. Drawing Slade’s tush toward the rafters in a tight, unmoving bundle, Winterrest held her tongue as the groggy official rose to all fours and crawled as close to the action as he dared. Elise only broke her silence to count along when he slapped the canvas…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The boos came along with the bell, the former almost loud enough to drown out the Announcer’s confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… ELISE WINTERREST!” Showing that devilishly icy smile for the first time in a long while, the black-clad brunette tossed her rival’s legs aside, pushed to her knees and climbed aboard Mal’s waist. “Wake up.” she slapped Slade’s cheek to no reaction. “Wake up.” Another slap, also to no reaction.
“I SAID WAKE UP, MALLORY!” Elise roared it, the fury and venom in her voice startling the official into inaction long enough for the brunette to peel off half a dozen more head-ringing smacks.
“Get off her, Elise! C’mon, get off her right now!” the ref bustled in, crouched down and looped an arm around Winterrest’s midsection to better haul her away. “Knock it off, I said! Don’t make me reverse the--”
“LET GO OF ME YOU IDIOT, SHE’S MINE! I EARNED THIS!” Elise curled Mal’s ponytail around one fist, wrenched her head off the mat and cra-cra-cra-cra-CRAAAACKED several more slaps onto the Aussie’s sleeping face. “WAKE UP YOU BYTCH!” Winterrest screamed, her legs kicking wildly as the ref prized her away from the defenseless Tigress. “WAKE UP AND TELL THESE PEOPLE WHO RULES THE JUNGLE! TELL THEM WHO RULES YOU!”
And Mallory did start to stir, if only ever so slightly. A hand rose to inspect her lacerated forehead, then she braced an elbow against the mat and sloooooowly forced herself to sit up. “THAT’S IT, WAKE UP HONEY!” Elise sounded ecstatic in spite of the ref’s intrusion. “LOOK AT MY HANDS! LOOK AT THE BLOOD ON MY HANDS! DOES IT LOOK FAMILIAR, MAL? DOES IT TASTE FAMILIAR, KITTEN?”
Slade wiped a forearm across her bloody features, pulled it away and shuddered with hate and disappointment when she saw the smear. “LOOK AT ME, MALLORY! SWALLOW THE BLOOD IN YOUR MOUTH, THEN LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND BEG FOR MERCY! BEG ME, YOU BROKEN BYTCH!”
The Tigress turned her head to the side and spat a disturbingly red splat of phlegm onto the canvas. Then she met Elise’s eyes and asked, “Is that all you’ve got, princess?”
Elise bellowed like a demon loosed from Hell and redoubled her escape efforts, but the original official had been joined by three more and between the four of them they were able to haul the Icy Manipulator out of the squared circle. “YOU’RE DEAD, SLADE! F*CKING DEAD! FIRST YOU’LL BLEED, THEN YOU’LL BEG, THEN YOU’LL CEDE THE JUNGLE TO ME BEFORE YOU SLINK OFF TO DIE!”
Bloodied and beaten but far from broken, Mallory Slade clambered to her feet and lurched into the ropes closest to her departing adversary. “YOU FAILED, ELISE! YOU RAN ME TO GROUND BUT YOU COULDN’T FINISH THE JOB! NOW I’M GONNA TEAR YOU APART! TEARS FOR THE TIGRESS, ELISE! YOU’RE GONNA GIVE ME ALL YOUR TEARS!”
And so it went in this vein, blonde and brunette roaring curses at one another until the latter was dragged through the curtain and out of sight. Alone save for the fans, Mal drew in a deep breath and let it out slow. Doing so reminded her of her partially stripped state and she angled a non-bloodied arm across her chest.
“Remember this night.” she told the first few rows. “It’s the night the final hunt began. And it’s the last peaceful night’s sleep Elise Winterrest will EVER know.”