Post by dsb on Jul 15, 2018 23:57:01 GMT
"Ladies and gentlement! The following match is a scheduled for one fall and it's a Falls Count Anywhere match! Submissions and pinfalls that occur anywhere within this arena, will be legal! Introducing first, hailing from Singapore, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and eighteen pounds, she is the Celestial Stunner! ESTRINA STARFIRE!”
The arena dims and Estrina's entrance music begins to ooze out from the speakers.
JOE SATRIANI - MOUNTAIN SONG
www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3j3mIXASfw
A single light shines brightly behind the curtains revealing the silhouette of the heroine tonight, Estrina. And as the music hits the high notes, a cannonade of pyrotechnics fires into the air and the star walks out of the dispersing smoke as the crowd soaks her with screams and cheers!
Estrina Starfire
"Are you guys ready for ESTACY!!!!" Estrina screams as she points into the crowd, to which they respond with a resounding "YES!".
Acknowledging her fans with a nod, Starfire marches down the ramp with the ends of her cape trailing behind her. She carefully ascends the ring steps and steps through the ring ropes before making her way up the turnbuckle where she undoes her cape and throws it onto the ringside! For tonight, Estrina chooses to go with her debuting all-white and red color scheme. As usual, she wears a red-lined high-cut one piece with a bottom that just narrowly covers her crotch and a plunging neckline that exposes her cleavage down to her navel, which she claims, help her skin 'breathes' under heaving sweating but also garners her many prepubescent teenagers as fans. Her attire is complete with red knee and elbow pads and white boots.
Estrina spreads her arms into a wide T and smiles radiantly for pictures before dropping herself back onto the deck and snaps her bottom back in place, pacing up and down the ropes as she anticipates her nemesis' arrival.
‘God Save The Queen’ interrupts the cheers for Starfire.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tN9EC3Gy6Nk )
Realizing Cromwell is on the way, her former fans and the legions still supporting her former bestie, Golden Girl Sammie Sinclair, rise to their feet and give Lizzie the welcome she deserves, a rousing chorus of boos. As Space’s ‘The Female of the Species’ rolls over the top of England’s anthem ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=F1NBpVKWh_c&ob=av2e ), the auburn-haired combatant from the northwest of England strides to center stage, sneering at the jeering masses.
Elizabeth Cromwell
The freckled fighter lights up the Orlando faithful with a raised middle finger before traipsing down the ramp and aisle, Cromwell ignoring the throng, clearly focused on revenge for her earlier loss to Estrina.
Elizabeth’s blue, boy-cut spandex trunks barely reach below the soft curve of her glutes. The initials ‘BSP’ are emblazoned in bold white strokes across her backside. Above is the familiar sports bra, containing a twisting blend of the colors of her UK with a black outline of the British flag on her right breast. Black boots and pads finish the attire.
Cromwell avoids the stretching arms of the FAWNatics as she circles the ring, dark eyes cast on her opponent. The ring announcer does his best to send his amplified voice above the torrent of boos.
“And her opponent…from Liverpool, England, standing five feet five inches tall and weighing in at 54 and half kilos, the Boarding School Princess, Elizabeth Cromwell.”
The Englishwoman walks slowly up the ring steps, slides through the ropes, and moves to the center of the squared circle, staring down Starfire. Cromwell, microphone already in hand, lifts it to parted lips.
“There’s luck,” Lizzie shouts, nodding in Starfire’s direction. “And there’s skill.”
Elizabeth trails her free hand down her frame.
“And tonight.”
The BSP points at the Singaporean.
“You’re going to find out the difference.”
Lizzie tosses the microphone aside, the stick landing with a ga-lunk on the canvas.
Cromwell heads for her corner as the ref collects and dispenses with the amplifier. There, the Brit turns and waits for the bell and the opportunity to find both revenge and redemption.
Ignoring all proceedings, Estrina slides out of the ring and charges towards Elizabeth at full speed, eager to lay her hands on the British Snob before the official’s bell. Realizing her opponent is rushing towards her, the Boarding School Princess flips back her hoodie and readies herself for a fist fight!
The two bitter rivals meet midway down the ramp and begin exchanging forearms toe-to-toe, throwing all pleasantries aside. The FAWNatics scream in excitement, drowning out the any desperate pleas of the ref, Carl, to summon them into the ring so that the match can officially start.
Grunting and growling as blows after blow connects, Starfire finally gains the upperhand when she doubles Lizzie over with a knee lift to the gut. Estrina grabs a handful of auburn locks and drags Cromwell to the ringside where she yanks Lizzie’s head backward and slams it hard into the apron with a loud THUD!
“Hey! Watch the hair!” The ref warns Estrina.
“Why should I? The match has not started yet! And I am allowed to do anything to this bitch as I please!” Estrina responds unkindly, as the dazed Lizzie tries to create space between herself and Starfire.
“Ahhhh!!!” Cromwell shrieks in pain as Estrina grabs hold of her hair and SLAMS her face first into the apron once more!
“Owwww...” Lizzie clutches her face to ensure her features are still in place but the relentless Starfire does not intend on giving her any room for recovery. Tugging her hair and bottoms, the Celestial Stunner sends the self-proclaimed Best Brit rolling into the ring. And as Lizzie struggles to her feet, Estrina turns towards the crowd and pumps her fist in the air, rallying the masses before cheekily pointing at her armpit, letting them know Elizabeth is going to suffer in the Pits of Starfire.
Soaking herself in the favorable reactions, Starfire has completely forgotten the rules of any fight. And that is, not turning your back towards your opponent. As Estrina turns, a recovered Lizzie catches her with a sliding dropkick that sends Estrina crashing into the barricade, giving the Boarding School Princess the much needed opportunity to recover.
She unzips and removes her hoodie jacket revealing a sports bra with a twisty blend of UK colors, a black outline of the British Flag on her right breast. Estrina promptly staggers towards the apron while Lizzie hits the opposite rope and returns with a baseball slide. The nimble Singaporean quickly twists her body sidewards, dodging the kick by a razor thin margin, and drags the British Brat out of the ring via her overhanging legs before nailing her with a roundhouse kick to the head! Lizzie drops to her knees, barely keeping herself up with the aid of the apron.
“Still think you are the best?” Estrina snarls as she picks Cromwell up. “Everyone here knows who the best Brit is, and that is not you.” Estrina continues to disparage the freckled fighter as she drags her towards the steel ring steps.
“In fact, her name is...”, Estrina draws the redhead backwards and bounces her forehead into the steel ring step, “... Sammie Sinclair!”
Starfire rolls Cromwell into a seated position and pins her against the apron. Moving close to her face she coos, “You don’t even come close to her level.”
The Celestial Stunner picks Cromwell up and throws her back into the ring, following closely behind as Elizabeth sprawls towards the center.
Soon standing over her foe, Estrina turns to the ref.
“Hey Carl, start the damn match so I can....OOMMMMMPPFFFF”, her instructions are interrupted by a surge of pain radiating from her nether regions and her knees nearly buckling.
“CROMWELL, YOU CAN’T DO THAT SHIT EVEN IF IT’S A FALL COUNTS ANYWHERE MATCH!” Carl yells furiously at Elizabeth, but she goes for a second low blow!
“Nnnngggghhh!!!” Estrina yelps and drops to her knees, bringing her down to the same height as Lizzie.
“God damn it...Ring the damn bell!” Carl shouts as he watches Starfire melt helplessly trying to avoid Cromwell from throwing another underhanded attack.
Lizzie gently rakes Starfire’s hair backwards then tugs it forcefully to lift Starfire’s face up.
“So...you...can do what?” Cromwell asks with a menacing glare, interrupted with breaths.
“Nnnnghhhh...OWWWW!!!” Estrina shrieks mid-struggle as Lizzie sends a balled fist into Estrina’s modest breast.
“Who did you say was the best again?” Cromwell snarls.
“YEEEEEEOOWWWWW”
The Asian Lightweight wails in pain as Lizzie pinches and twists her nipple!
“Thanks to Yoona, we know every inch of you underneath that silly one piece but there’s nothing wrong with a replay!”
Ignoring the pain from her chest as best she can, Estrina opens her right hand and slaps the taste from Lizzie’s mouth, the Brit’s head put on a swivel. But Cromwell keeps her grip on one nipple and adds another when her head returns to stare down the Singaporean grappler. She spins each pincer, one clockwise and one counter, sending Estrina to tiptoes in pain, her lids clenching.
“Don’t even try to get catty with me,” Cromwell proclaims. “You won’t win.”
Lizzie tugs both nipples toward her for one final abuse of Estrina’s gurls then moves her hands to Starfire’s dark locks, sinking her fingers into the lush ebony hair. The Liverpool native pulls Estrina’s head down, bending her at the waist and raises her right knee to THUMP it into her foe’s forehead.
Estrina’s noggin snaps back, her arms pinwheeling to keep her upright. Starfire manages to remain standing as she turns and retreats from the attack of the auburn-haired brat.
“Where ya think you’re going, luv?” Elizabeth chuckles.
She grabs Estrina by her dark mane from behind and drags her foe off her feet into a backbreaker, Starfire’s spine falling across the plank of Lizzie’s upper leg when Cromwell genuflects.
Hairpull backbreaker (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lBahEQeWuS4 )
The Boarding School Princess goes for the cover on a wincing Estrina and gets the…
ONE…
TWO…
But Starfire shoves out from under with a full second to spare, Cromwell appearing unsurprised by the Singaporean’s survival. She has a slight smirk as she rises to her feet and Estrina sits up.
Drawn to Starfire’s hair as if a bear to honey, Elizabeth sinks her nails into the follicles once more. She drags Estrina half way to her feet before SLAMMING her back down, the ring reverberating with the force of the impact.
Hairpull MatSlam (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7NM1qOUILA )
Elizabeth makes a show of pulling some remaining ebony strands from her fingers and tossing them away with disdain as she hovers over the splayed Estrina. She turns to the jeering crowd.
“Do you understand now? Do you understand when she beat me that was a fluke?”
Cromwell stomps Estrina’s chest when the Asian starts to rise, flattening her to the canvas.
“And if Sinclair believes she can beat me now,” Lizzie adds, “she hasn’t been paying attention. I’ve evolved.”
Elizabeth dips and reaches over to collect Estrina around the head and pull her up, but when she does, Starfire tugs unexpectedly in return and trips Cromwell off her feet, yanking the freckled grappler to the mat and capturing her in a small package for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Lizzie breaks free JUST in time, scrambling to her feet, worriedly staring at the ref and swallowing hard when she sees two fingers raised instead of the fateful three.
Furious she’d come so close to losing, she strides to Estrina, who’s up to one knee. Reaching for her familiar handholds of Starfire’s locks, Estrina cuts her down first with a sweep of the redhead’s legs, Cromwell collapsing to the canvas.
As fast as she’s down, Lizzie is up again, but just as quickly, the Asian sweeps her legs out again and the Englishwoman ends on her back. Estrina covers, but doesn’t even get a one-count before Lizzie pushes out from under.
Both women clamber to their feet, plant and pivot, sending electric superkicks to the chin of their foe, each connecting with significant force, sending the opposite flat to the deck in simultaneous spreadeagles.
With each woman laid out and unmoving, save an occasional shudder, the FAWNatics bring a rhythmic clap into play, the crowd trying to inspire Estrina to beat the brat to her feet. It seems to work. Starfire stirs first, reaching a seated position as Cromwell shakes out cobwebs while still horizontal.
Proving she has plenty left, Estrina leans back and kips to her feet, drawing a roar from the crowd. Meanwhile, Elizabeth takes the slow measured journey to upright. By the time she reaches vertical, Starfire is ready and NAILS Cromwell with a spin kick to the jaw that sends Lizzie through a wobbly pirouette.
Still the dazed Brit keeps her feet. But it turns out not for long as Estrina turns from Cromwell and claims her foe’s noggin with a ¾ face lock over her shoulder. Starfire snapmares Cromwell to the canvas then beats her feet to the ropes behind her.
Rebounding, she comes at her foe from behind, stepping on the back of Lizzie’s head, thereby stomping Elizabeth’s face into the thinly-covered plywood between Lizzie’s extended legs. Estrina keeps on running to the opposite cables and returns with a low dropkick to the chin of her foe, levelling Lizzie to the canvas.
Estrina scrambles to a crossbody pin, hooking Cromwell’s far leg for good measure and hanging on through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Cromwell kicks out, rolls to her back, and pushes to all fours where the impact of Estrina’s latest attacks seems to catch up with her as she’s frozen there in recovery mode.
Without any intent to give Cromwell any opening, The Celestial Stunner backs into the ropes and returned with a classic Leg Drop across the back of Cromwell's head, smashing her features right into the thinly-sheathed deck! Lizzie flattens out into the ground and Estrina rolls her over for another cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREENOOO!
Lizzie survives the fall but things are not looking good for her. She desperately needs room to recover but the aggressive Asian is not giving her any. As much as she hates to admit, if today is any indication, Estrina's rapid offense is one of the best in FAWN today. She needs to distance herself, to collect herself. Otherwise, she’d find herself in the Pits of Starfire.
Estrina peels the British Brat off the mat and pushes her into the ropes before whipping her hard across the ring. Estrina strides towards the centre and leaps into the air with a high-angle dropkick but catches nothing but air! Just as Cromwell hit the ropes, she threads her arms around the top strand to stop her and rolls out of the ring!
Estrina looks on frustrated as her opponent strolls along the ringside to catch her breath. Worse, given the stipulation of the match, Elizabeth is allowed to stay out of the ring as long as she pleases. However, Starfire is having none of that nonsense as she readies herself to take the fight out of the ring. She dashes towards the turnbuckle nearest to Lizzie and ascends the ringpost with ease. Just as the unsuspecting Cromwell turns around, Estrina leaps into the air and stretches her body out, taking the British Brat down with a Diving Cross Body!
DIVING CROSSBODY (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g1-C2lkDvwc)
Cromwell crashes into the ground with a loud THUD underneath the full weight of her opponent! Rather than going for the cover, Starfire balls her fists and hammers away on Lizzie's face! She slowly works towards the redhead’s midsection before pushing herself to her feet and let out a rallying cry.
"Come on "Best Brit"! Show me what've you got!" Estrina snarls adding the "quotation" gesture as Cromwell struggles to her feet.
Estrina rakes Lizzie's auburn hair backwards to reveal her full features and deals a forearm that sends her staggering along the ringside! Trailing closely behind, Estrina grabs hold of Lizzie's wrist and prepares to whip her into the steel ring steps when Lizzie turns the tide!
Planting her feet into the ground, The Boarding School Princess grasps Estrina's wrist with both hands and whips her into the unforgiving steel instead! The steel steps rumble...
"Ughhh!!!", Estrina grunts clutching the small of her back as she falls onto her knees, incapacitated by the hard collision.
Finally getting her much needed break, Lizzie chuckles as she pushes herself to one knee, then to boot-leather as the Singaporean writhes in pain.
"Now you will see the worst of me,” Lizzie growls as she approaches the stirring Asian and violently tugs her onto her feet and directly into a front face lock.
Draping one arm over her neck, Cromwell slips her fingers under Estrina's leghole and hoists her skywards, holding her for a brief moment before turning her towards the barricade and drops her tummy first into the steel!
"HNNNNNNNGHHHHHHH!!!!" Estrina grunts as the pain shocks her entire body!
With half her body over the barricade, Cromwell backs away slightly and charges with a Knee Lift that throws Estrina completely over the barricade and into the crowd!
"BEST BRIT!" Cromwell shouts pointing the finger at herself. "EVER!"
The crowd boos in response but it does not affect Lizzie in the slightest bit and she hops over the barricade to destroy the Asian import.
As Estrina is scrambling onto her feet, Lizzie shoos the audience from their seats and grabs the Singaporean from the back with a chokehold! Estrina struggles painfully to break free, clawing Lizzie's forearms as she drags her deeper into the crowd. Finally, Lizzie plants her into a seat and pulls her foe’s chin from behind. Raising her right fist into the air, she punches the light out of the Celestial Stunner! Estrina revolts initially but her struggles slow by the fifth or sixth punch, jerking slightly with each subsequent punch. Dazed by the repeated strikes to the head, Estrina's head droops forward as Elizabeth releases.
"Awwww...look at her napping!" Cromwell teases the flaccid Starfire. "Let's wake her up shall we?" Cromwell asks the crowd and raises her right arm into the air!
"Ahhh. You made me wrestle hard. Look how sweaty I am luv." The Brit Brat runs her fingers down her armpit. "What is it you like to do again? Ah right!", Cromwell pulls Estrina's head backwards and grinds her armpit into Estrina's face!
"MMMMPPPHHHHHH!!!" Estrina returns to consciousness only to find herself tasting the nasty salt and stubbles of Lizzie's encroaching armpit!
"HOW'S THE TASTE OF YOUR OWN MEDICINE ESTRINA?" Cromwell shouts as she continues to buff Estrina's face bright red before releasing the Singaporean.
Estrina shoves Cromwell's arm aside and falls onto the ground, wiping her mouth and sputters as she crawls away while The Boarding School Princess laughs haughtily.
Estrina scampers her way back to the ring, her most comfortable environment to work with, while The Boarding School Princess trails closely behind, throwing a clothesline as Estrina turns around and sends The Celestial Stunner flipping over the barricade and back onto the ringside.
Elizabeth leaps over the barricade after Estrina tumbles flat on her back and lays across the Singaporean for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
NOOOO!
Estrina kicks out of the cover and shoves Lizzie aside at a clean two, displaying immense fortitude towards her opponent.
“Get up!” The British Brat demands as she peels Starfire off the ground.
Repositioning herself behind the sweaty battler, Cromwell threads her left leg over Estrina’s and secures Estrina’s right arm under her left armpit and leans back, stretching Estrina’s abdomen with a painful abdominal stretch!
ABDOMINAL STRETCH (https://youtu.be/eCsXRrXVxn0)
“Nngggghhh!!!” Starfire winces and shakes her head in pain with the definitive ‘no’ when Carl asks if she submit.
Not satisfied with the response, Cromwell reaches for Estrina’s right leg with her free hand and pulls it off the ground!
Estrina wails in pain but as expected, the tenacious Starfire is not an easy opponent to draw a submission from.
The freckled fighter grunts with effort as she tries to keep Estrina trapped in the artistic predicament, but the frustration in not hearing Starfire’s surrender fuels the Asian’s freedom. Elizabeth gives up her stretch to latch onto a shoulder and wrist. Cromwell bullies the Singaporean grappler to the side of the ring so she can have a full lane with which to heave her foe.
Lizzie whips Starfire down the length of the ring, Estrina turning just as she COLLIDES with the metal barrier, her spine dissected. The Asian arches in agony and slides to a seat at the base of the metal divider. Cromwell lifts her thumbs and forefingers and fashions them into a frame, her target placed directly in the middle.
Elizabeth takes off on a sprint toward Estrina, dark eyes lighting up as she closes the gap. Leading with the point of her right knee thrust forward, the Englishwoman RAMS it into Starfire’s chin, snapping her foe’s head to the side. Estrina puddles to her right, semiconscious. A beaming Cromwell passes on a pin. She moves up the nearby ring steps and spreads her arms high and wide.
“She’s a bloody bum,” the Liverpool native shouts to the back row.
Cromwell turns her attention back to Estrina, motioning for her foe to get up. Starfire uses the steel to slowly climb to her feet, pushing away from the divider. She stumbles drunkenly a few steps out from the barricade when Elizabeth leaps from her perch and lands a double axhandle to the forehead of her foe, Starfire sent rocketing to her back.
Standing above the flattened Singapore native, Elizabeth leaps with legs extended, ready to drop a lower limb across the throat of her rival, but Estrina rolls clear, Cromwell instead spiking her tailbone into the thinly-covered cement floor.
The crowd roars as Lizzie’s face contorts in anguish, her hands rushing to her bum, the BSP trying to knead away the waves of pain from her ass. Meanwhile, Estrina shakes out some cobwebs and slowly pushes to her feet. With Cromwell pivoting to all fours, Starfire snatches an ankle, but Lizzie shakes off the grip and climbs under the ring apron, disappearing from sight to the astonishment of both the Asian and the crowd.
Shaking her head in disbelief, Estrina bends over and lifts the skirt to find the Brit Brat but finds the upper rim of a steel chair instead, Cromwell thrusting it into her throat. Starfire whips away from the impact, choking and redfaced, grasping at her neck.
Emerging from her ‘hole’, Elizabeth brandishes her chair with one hand while rubbing her backside with the other. A few steps away, palms wrapped around the top of the barricade, back to her foe, Starfire desperately tries to fully reopen her windpipe and regain her breath.
With the crowd imploring and warning her in equal measure, Estrina seems clueless to the Cromwell and her raised weapon. The auburn-haired Englishwoman swings it down, the seatpan headed for a crashing collision with Estrina’s skull. That is until Starfire uses the metal barrier to pull herself to the right and the chair clacks against the top of the divider, steel on steel.
Lizzie grimaces from the miss but raises her weapon again. Unfortunately for the Brit, she has the chair situated in front of her face when Starfire spins in blindingly fast fashion and dropkicks it into the mug of the Brit Brat. Cromwell’s decked like a ton of bricks, the weapon sent flying several feet away, Lizzie laid out in a starfish, unmoving, tongue poking from between pursed lips, apparently out cold.
A still ragged Estrina, on her chest a few feet away, wearily pushes to all fours and crawls to the demolished Cromwell. She drops like deadweight across the splayed redhead, the crowd cheerily chanting out Carl’s count.
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
It isn’t the strongest or most secure pin by a long stretch and that’s what saves the spasming Lizzie who leans a shoulder an inch or two off the arena floor to save herself.
Rising to her feet, Estrina dips a set of fingers into Elizabeth’s auburn locks and tugs a dilapidated Cromwell to a slumped stance. Bringing the match back into the ring for the first time in minutes, the Celestial Stunner heaves Elizabeth in under the bottom rope and follows. She kips to her feet well ahead of the slow step-by-step process it takes for the Liverpool native to rise.
Poised for Cromwell, Estrina spins toward a blistering boot to the chops, but Lizzie has more awareness than she leads on. The Boarding School Princess ducks under, but Estrina pirouettes through the miss, all the way to a side kick DEEP into the ivory midriff of the Brit Brat.
With Lizzie doubled at the waist, Starfire quickly wraps up Cromwell’s noggin in a front facelock and throws her body backward, laying out and SPIKING the crown of Cromwell’s skull into the deck with a nasty DDT. Elizabeth somersaults over from the impact, ending in a shuddering heap. Estrina dives atop Cromwell for another crossbody pin and the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Celestial Stunner feels no movement beneath her, the BSP’s torso remaining still, but there’s no third slap of the canvas and Estrina finds why when she glances up and sees an ankle draped over the bottom rope, Lizzie again escaping a loss by the skin of her teeth.
Rising to her feet, Estrina grabs a wrist and drags the demolished body of Lizzie to the nearest corner. She scrapes the redhead off the canvas and lifts the slack form of the reeling Brit to a seat on the top buckle.
Starfire climbs to the middle ropes, a boot on either side of the buckles. There she yanks Cromwell to her feet. Slowly, perilously, Elizabeth is guided to a stance on the top and Starfire joins her in the heavens. The Celestial Stunner tucks Lizzie’s noggin under an arm and reaches for a handful of trunks on Cromwell’s opposite hip, the crowd roaring at the thought of a superplex that would surely put Estrina over the top and get that elusive third slap of the canvas.
As Estrina steadies her breathing and lifts the British Battler off her perch, the semi-conscious Cromwell suddenly lowers herself and grabs ahold of the top rope, resisting the imminent superplex! Frustrated, The Celestial Stunner releases the front facelock and smashes her forearm onto the back of Cromwell, softening her up before attempting another Superplex. Again, Elizabeth resists by threading her leg around the top and middle rope.
Regaining her bearings, Lizzie fires her fist into the abs of the Asian battler! Estrina fights through the pain and struggles to lift her overhead but Lizzie quickly greets her with another balled fist. Then a third and a fourth...until Starfire releases the headlock. Cromwell makes full use of the opening and pushes Starfire off the perch while shifting her legs to the top rope for a high-risk maneuver!
However, The Celestial Stunner manages to break the fall with a beautifully executed back roll to her feet. She charges Lizzie and, with a dropkick, sends her tumbling out of the ring!
Cromwell lands on her front with a loud THUD. Probably suffering a concussion on landing, she lays motionless on the ground. As Carl rolls out of the ring to check on her, The Celestial Stunner hops out onto the ring apron, motioning for Lizzie to get on her feet.
Slowly, as Lizzie pushes to her feet, Estrina runs along the apron and leaps off with both knees pointing towards The British Brat!
APRON METEORA
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HRdcybCFixw
In the nick of time, Lizzie pulls Carl in the crossfire and uses him as a human shield! Estrina gasps in shock as there’s no possible recourse, driving the official onto the floor with her knees to his chest!
Lizzie retreats slightly to avoid getting caught in the mess, and also creates the distance to launch a soccer kick into Estrina’s head! The Singaporean’s head rocks violently to the side, her body turning to jelly, splattering face down onto the ground.
The Boarding School Princess falls to all fours. She slowly turns herself around to her bum to look at the mess that’s left of the Asian Battler and lets out a tired but arrogant laugh.
“Look at that sweaty mess!” Elizabeth shouts to the audience.
The weary Lizzie then grabs the skirt of the apron and pulls herself to her feet, but stumbles in disbelief as Estrina begins to collect herself as well.
Seeing the referee is down, The British Brat immediately forages under the ring for a steel chair and pulls it out. The boos from the crowd rise with the chair as the dazed Starfire pushes up to boot leather.
The crowd tries to warn her with frantic waving and screams but it is all in vain. Estrina dizzily pirouettes on one leg and walks into a chair shot that SMACKS the lights out of Estrina!
The crowd decries the illegal attack as Starfire lies motionless on the arena floor.
WORST! BRIT! EVER!
WORST! BRIT! EVER!
WORST! BRIT! EVER!
The crowd bursts into synchronized chants, but this time, Cromwell proudly basks in the attention she is receiving.
"That's right! I am the MEANEST! BADDEST! BRIT AROUND! And I'd beat her at my worst!" Cromwell screams in response to the clamor of the crowd. She flips Estrina onto her belly then raises the chair again and delivers another unforgiving SMACK on the Singaporean's spine!
"UGGGGHHHHHH!!!" Estrina bellows.
She lifts herself off the ground briefly before collapsing back into the arena floor, writhing in pain.
Grinding her teeth, the Celestial Stunner painfully crawls towards the apron to bring herself up while Lizzie trails closely behind, slapping the back of Estrina's head disrespectfully much to the ire of the crowd.
With her foe barely on her feet, The Boarding School Princess drops her chair, spins Estrina around and hands her a ear-deafening slap! A slap so hard it creates a mist of sweat and drool from Estrina's face! Before the wobbly grappler falls, Lizzie muscles the victim back to her feet and laces her right leg around Estrina’s left then wraps her right arm around the back of Starfire’s neck.
Pausing for a brief moment, she smiles and leans back with the dazed Singaporean before throwing her full bodyweight forward! Guided by the freckled wrestler, Estrina's face spikes into the steel chair with a Silver Spoon Buster!
SILVER SPOON BUSTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=K9xJHZJyPIQ
Cromwell pushes herself up to her knees and rakes her sweat-matted hair backwards, smiling as she glances down on the insensate Estrina. The Liverpool native swiftly pushes herself vertical and walks over to Carl, nudging the official to get up as she prepares for the finale.
And when Carl begins to stir softly, Cromwell returns to the crime scene and muscles the ragged Estrina up, kicking the chair back under the ring as she does so.
Cromwell hesitates for a moment then grins with evil intentions. Pulling Starfire into a front facelock, she drags her victim towards the steel ramp and throws Estrina's lifeless left arm over her neck, pushes a palm into her midriffs and hauls her skywards, turning her around before dropping her back first onto the unforgiving steel!
Prep School Expulsion
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ttqciIH5dA
The impact of the finisher sends Estrina sitting up briefly then dropping flat onto her back. There is no doubt the Prep School Expulsion snuffs the fire out of Estrina as her eyes rolls white.
As Carl drags himself to the wrestlers at a turtle’s pace, Lizzie floats over the remains of Estrina and carefully rests her sweaty armpit on top of Estrina's mug as one last insult, draping her leg over for the cover.
Carl wearily lifts his hand and dishes out the longest three-count seen in the history of FAWN.
ONE....
TWO....
THREE...
"AND YOUR WINNER FOR THIS MATCH! ELIZABEEEEETHHH CROMMMMMWELLLLLLL!"
Lizzie leaps to her feet, pumping her fist as the ref raises her opposite arm. She places a sole of her boot on Estrina’s chest and grinds her boot into the tender tissue though Starfire sleeps through the abuse.
“I told you all,” she shouts. “The Best Brit EVER. Hell. The best anywhere!”
The brat rips her arm away from the zebra and heads for the exit, wiping her feet toward the carcass of the Singaporean as she makes her way to the ropes and through them before dropping to the floor and heading to and up the ramp, ready to party her well-earned revenge against Estrina.
The arena dims and Estrina's entrance music begins to ooze out from the speakers.
JOE SATRIANI - MOUNTAIN SONG
www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3j3mIXASfw
A single light shines brightly behind the curtains revealing the silhouette of the heroine tonight, Estrina. And as the music hits the high notes, a cannonade of pyrotechnics fires into the air and the star walks out of the dispersing smoke as the crowd soaks her with screams and cheers!
Estrina Starfire
"Are you guys ready for ESTACY!!!!" Estrina screams as she points into the crowd, to which they respond with a resounding "YES!".
Acknowledging her fans with a nod, Starfire marches down the ramp with the ends of her cape trailing behind her. She carefully ascends the ring steps and steps through the ring ropes before making her way up the turnbuckle where she undoes her cape and throws it onto the ringside! For tonight, Estrina chooses to go with her debuting all-white and red color scheme. As usual, she wears a red-lined high-cut one piece with a bottom that just narrowly covers her crotch and a plunging neckline that exposes her cleavage down to her navel, which she claims, help her skin 'breathes' under heaving sweating but also garners her many prepubescent teenagers as fans. Her attire is complete with red knee and elbow pads and white boots.
Estrina spreads her arms into a wide T and smiles radiantly for pictures before dropping herself back onto the deck and snaps her bottom back in place, pacing up and down the ropes as she anticipates her nemesis' arrival.
‘God Save The Queen’ interrupts the cheers for Starfire.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tN9EC3Gy6Nk )
Realizing Cromwell is on the way, her former fans and the legions still supporting her former bestie, Golden Girl Sammie Sinclair, rise to their feet and give Lizzie the welcome she deserves, a rousing chorus of boos. As Space’s ‘The Female of the Species’ rolls over the top of England’s anthem ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=F1NBpVKWh_c&ob=av2e ), the auburn-haired combatant from the northwest of England strides to center stage, sneering at the jeering masses.
Elizabeth Cromwell
The freckled fighter lights up the Orlando faithful with a raised middle finger before traipsing down the ramp and aisle, Cromwell ignoring the throng, clearly focused on revenge for her earlier loss to Estrina.
Elizabeth’s blue, boy-cut spandex trunks barely reach below the soft curve of her glutes. The initials ‘BSP’ are emblazoned in bold white strokes across her backside. Above is the familiar sports bra, containing a twisting blend of the colors of her UK with a black outline of the British flag on her right breast. Black boots and pads finish the attire.
Cromwell avoids the stretching arms of the FAWNatics as she circles the ring, dark eyes cast on her opponent. The ring announcer does his best to send his amplified voice above the torrent of boos.
“And her opponent…from Liverpool, England, standing five feet five inches tall and weighing in at 54 and half kilos, the Boarding School Princess, Elizabeth Cromwell.”
The Englishwoman walks slowly up the ring steps, slides through the ropes, and moves to the center of the squared circle, staring down Starfire. Cromwell, microphone already in hand, lifts it to parted lips.
“There’s luck,” Lizzie shouts, nodding in Starfire’s direction. “And there’s skill.”
Elizabeth trails her free hand down her frame.
“And tonight.”
The BSP points at the Singaporean.
“You’re going to find out the difference.”
Lizzie tosses the microphone aside, the stick landing with a ga-lunk on the canvas.
Cromwell heads for her corner as the ref collects and dispenses with the amplifier. There, the Brit turns and waits for the bell and the opportunity to find both revenge and redemption.
Ignoring all proceedings, Estrina slides out of the ring and charges towards Elizabeth at full speed, eager to lay her hands on the British Snob before the official’s bell. Realizing her opponent is rushing towards her, the Boarding School Princess flips back her hoodie and readies herself for a fist fight!
The two bitter rivals meet midway down the ramp and begin exchanging forearms toe-to-toe, throwing all pleasantries aside. The FAWNatics scream in excitement, drowning out the any desperate pleas of the ref, Carl, to summon them into the ring so that the match can officially start.
Grunting and growling as blows after blow connects, Starfire finally gains the upperhand when she doubles Lizzie over with a knee lift to the gut. Estrina grabs a handful of auburn locks and drags Cromwell to the ringside where she yanks Lizzie’s head backward and slams it hard into the apron with a loud THUD!
“Hey! Watch the hair!” The ref warns Estrina.
“Why should I? The match has not started yet! And I am allowed to do anything to this bitch as I please!” Estrina responds unkindly, as the dazed Lizzie tries to create space between herself and Starfire.
“Ahhhh!!!” Cromwell shrieks in pain as Estrina grabs hold of her hair and SLAMS her face first into the apron once more!
“Owwww...” Lizzie clutches her face to ensure her features are still in place but the relentless Starfire does not intend on giving her any room for recovery. Tugging her hair and bottoms, the Celestial Stunner sends the self-proclaimed Best Brit rolling into the ring. And as Lizzie struggles to her feet, Estrina turns towards the crowd and pumps her fist in the air, rallying the masses before cheekily pointing at her armpit, letting them know Elizabeth is going to suffer in the Pits of Starfire.
Soaking herself in the favorable reactions, Starfire has completely forgotten the rules of any fight. And that is, not turning your back towards your opponent. As Estrina turns, a recovered Lizzie catches her with a sliding dropkick that sends Estrina crashing into the barricade, giving the Boarding School Princess the much needed opportunity to recover.
She unzips and removes her hoodie jacket revealing a sports bra with a twisty blend of UK colors, a black outline of the British Flag on her right breast. Estrina promptly staggers towards the apron while Lizzie hits the opposite rope and returns with a baseball slide. The nimble Singaporean quickly twists her body sidewards, dodging the kick by a razor thin margin, and drags the British Brat out of the ring via her overhanging legs before nailing her with a roundhouse kick to the head! Lizzie drops to her knees, barely keeping herself up with the aid of the apron.
“Still think you are the best?” Estrina snarls as she picks Cromwell up. “Everyone here knows who the best Brit is, and that is not you.” Estrina continues to disparage the freckled fighter as she drags her towards the steel ring steps.
“In fact, her name is...”, Estrina draws the redhead backwards and bounces her forehead into the steel ring step, “... Sammie Sinclair!”
Starfire rolls Cromwell into a seated position and pins her against the apron. Moving close to her face she coos, “You don’t even come close to her level.”
The Celestial Stunner picks Cromwell up and throws her back into the ring, following closely behind as Elizabeth sprawls towards the center.
Soon standing over her foe, Estrina turns to the ref.
“Hey Carl, start the damn match so I can....OOMMMMMPPFFFF”, her instructions are interrupted by a surge of pain radiating from her nether regions and her knees nearly buckling.
“CROMWELL, YOU CAN’T DO THAT SHIT EVEN IF IT’S A FALL COUNTS ANYWHERE MATCH!” Carl yells furiously at Elizabeth, but she goes for a second low blow!
“Nnnngggghhh!!!” Estrina yelps and drops to her knees, bringing her down to the same height as Lizzie.
“God damn it...Ring the damn bell!” Carl shouts as he watches Starfire melt helplessly trying to avoid Cromwell from throwing another underhanded attack.
Lizzie gently rakes Starfire’s hair backwards then tugs it forcefully to lift Starfire’s face up.
“So...you...can do what?” Cromwell asks with a menacing glare, interrupted with breaths.
“Nnnnghhhh...OWWWW!!!” Estrina shrieks mid-struggle as Lizzie sends a balled fist into Estrina’s modest breast.
“Who did you say was the best again?” Cromwell snarls.
“YEEEEEEOOWWWWW”
The Asian Lightweight wails in pain as Lizzie pinches and twists her nipple!
“Thanks to Yoona, we know every inch of you underneath that silly one piece but there’s nothing wrong with a replay!”
Ignoring the pain from her chest as best she can, Estrina opens her right hand and slaps the taste from Lizzie’s mouth, the Brit’s head put on a swivel. But Cromwell keeps her grip on one nipple and adds another when her head returns to stare down the Singaporean grappler. She spins each pincer, one clockwise and one counter, sending Estrina to tiptoes in pain, her lids clenching.
“Don’t even try to get catty with me,” Cromwell proclaims. “You won’t win.”
Lizzie tugs both nipples toward her for one final abuse of Estrina’s gurls then moves her hands to Starfire’s dark locks, sinking her fingers into the lush ebony hair. The Liverpool native pulls Estrina’s head down, bending her at the waist and raises her right knee to THUMP it into her foe’s forehead.
Estrina’s noggin snaps back, her arms pinwheeling to keep her upright. Starfire manages to remain standing as she turns and retreats from the attack of the auburn-haired brat.
“Where ya think you’re going, luv?” Elizabeth chuckles.
She grabs Estrina by her dark mane from behind and drags her foe off her feet into a backbreaker, Starfire’s spine falling across the plank of Lizzie’s upper leg when Cromwell genuflects.
Hairpull backbreaker (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lBahEQeWuS4 )
The Boarding School Princess goes for the cover on a wincing Estrina and gets the…
ONE…
TWO…
But Starfire shoves out from under with a full second to spare, Cromwell appearing unsurprised by the Singaporean’s survival. She has a slight smirk as she rises to her feet and Estrina sits up.
Drawn to Starfire’s hair as if a bear to honey, Elizabeth sinks her nails into the follicles once more. She drags Estrina half way to her feet before SLAMMING her back down, the ring reverberating with the force of the impact.
Hairpull MatSlam (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7NM1qOUILA )
Elizabeth makes a show of pulling some remaining ebony strands from her fingers and tossing them away with disdain as she hovers over the splayed Estrina. She turns to the jeering crowd.
“Do you understand now? Do you understand when she beat me that was a fluke?”
Cromwell stomps Estrina’s chest when the Asian starts to rise, flattening her to the canvas.
“And if Sinclair believes she can beat me now,” Lizzie adds, “she hasn’t been paying attention. I’ve evolved.”
Elizabeth dips and reaches over to collect Estrina around the head and pull her up, but when she does, Starfire tugs unexpectedly in return and trips Cromwell off her feet, yanking the freckled grappler to the mat and capturing her in a small package for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Lizzie breaks free JUST in time, scrambling to her feet, worriedly staring at the ref and swallowing hard when she sees two fingers raised instead of the fateful three.
Furious she’d come so close to losing, she strides to Estrina, who’s up to one knee. Reaching for her familiar handholds of Starfire’s locks, Estrina cuts her down first with a sweep of the redhead’s legs, Cromwell collapsing to the canvas.
As fast as she’s down, Lizzie is up again, but just as quickly, the Asian sweeps her legs out again and the Englishwoman ends on her back. Estrina covers, but doesn’t even get a one-count before Lizzie pushes out from under.
Both women clamber to their feet, plant and pivot, sending electric superkicks to the chin of their foe, each connecting with significant force, sending the opposite flat to the deck in simultaneous spreadeagles.
With each woman laid out and unmoving, save an occasional shudder, the FAWNatics bring a rhythmic clap into play, the crowd trying to inspire Estrina to beat the brat to her feet. It seems to work. Starfire stirs first, reaching a seated position as Cromwell shakes out cobwebs while still horizontal.
Proving she has plenty left, Estrina leans back and kips to her feet, drawing a roar from the crowd. Meanwhile, Elizabeth takes the slow measured journey to upright. By the time she reaches vertical, Starfire is ready and NAILS Cromwell with a spin kick to the jaw that sends Lizzie through a wobbly pirouette.
Still the dazed Brit keeps her feet. But it turns out not for long as Estrina turns from Cromwell and claims her foe’s noggin with a ¾ face lock over her shoulder. Starfire snapmares Cromwell to the canvas then beats her feet to the ropes behind her.
Rebounding, she comes at her foe from behind, stepping on the back of Lizzie’s head, thereby stomping Elizabeth’s face into the thinly-covered plywood between Lizzie’s extended legs. Estrina keeps on running to the opposite cables and returns with a low dropkick to the chin of her foe, levelling Lizzie to the canvas.
Estrina scrambles to a crossbody pin, hooking Cromwell’s far leg for good measure and hanging on through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Cromwell kicks out, rolls to her back, and pushes to all fours where the impact of Estrina’s latest attacks seems to catch up with her as she’s frozen there in recovery mode.
Without any intent to give Cromwell any opening, The Celestial Stunner backs into the ropes and returned with a classic Leg Drop across the back of Cromwell's head, smashing her features right into the thinly-sheathed deck! Lizzie flattens out into the ground and Estrina rolls her over for another cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREENOOO!
Lizzie survives the fall but things are not looking good for her. She desperately needs room to recover but the aggressive Asian is not giving her any. As much as she hates to admit, if today is any indication, Estrina's rapid offense is one of the best in FAWN today. She needs to distance herself, to collect herself. Otherwise, she’d find herself in the Pits of Starfire.
Estrina peels the British Brat off the mat and pushes her into the ropes before whipping her hard across the ring. Estrina strides towards the centre and leaps into the air with a high-angle dropkick but catches nothing but air! Just as Cromwell hit the ropes, she threads her arms around the top strand to stop her and rolls out of the ring!
Estrina looks on frustrated as her opponent strolls along the ringside to catch her breath. Worse, given the stipulation of the match, Elizabeth is allowed to stay out of the ring as long as she pleases. However, Starfire is having none of that nonsense as she readies herself to take the fight out of the ring. She dashes towards the turnbuckle nearest to Lizzie and ascends the ringpost with ease. Just as the unsuspecting Cromwell turns around, Estrina leaps into the air and stretches her body out, taking the British Brat down with a Diving Cross Body!
DIVING CROSSBODY (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g1-C2lkDvwc)
Cromwell crashes into the ground with a loud THUD underneath the full weight of her opponent! Rather than going for the cover, Starfire balls her fists and hammers away on Lizzie's face! She slowly works towards the redhead’s midsection before pushing herself to her feet and let out a rallying cry.
"Come on "Best Brit"! Show me what've you got!" Estrina snarls adding the "quotation" gesture as Cromwell struggles to her feet.
Estrina rakes Lizzie's auburn hair backwards to reveal her full features and deals a forearm that sends her staggering along the ringside! Trailing closely behind, Estrina grabs hold of Lizzie's wrist and prepares to whip her into the steel ring steps when Lizzie turns the tide!
Planting her feet into the ground, The Boarding School Princess grasps Estrina's wrist with both hands and whips her into the unforgiving steel instead! The steel steps rumble...
"Ughhh!!!", Estrina grunts clutching the small of her back as she falls onto her knees, incapacitated by the hard collision.
Finally getting her much needed break, Lizzie chuckles as she pushes herself to one knee, then to boot-leather as the Singaporean writhes in pain.
"Now you will see the worst of me,” Lizzie growls as she approaches the stirring Asian and violently tugs her onto her feet and directly into a front face lock.
Draping one arm over her neck, Cromwell slips her fingers under Estrina's leghole and hoists her skywards, holding her for a brief moment before turning her towards the barricade and drops her tummy first into the steel!
"HNNNNNNNGHHHHHHH!!!!" Estrina grunts as the pain shocks her entire body!
With half her body over the barricade, Cromwell backs away slightly and charges with a Knee Lift that throws Estrina completely over the barricade and into the crowd!
"BEST BRIT!" Cromwell shouts pointing the finger at herself. "EVER!"
The crowd boos in response but it does not affect Lizzie in the slightest bit and she hops over the barricade to destroy the Asian import.
As Estrina is scrambling onto her feet, Lizzie shoos the audience from their seats and grabs the Singaporean from the back with a chokehold! Estrina struggles painfully to break free, clawing Lizzie's forearms as she drags her deeper into the crowd. Finally, Lizzie plants her into a seat and pulls her foe’s chin from behind. Raising her right fist into the air, she punches the light out of the Celestial Stunner! Estrina revolts initially but her struggles slow by the fifth or sixth punch, jerking slightly with each subsequent punch. Dazed by the repeated strikes to the head, Estrina's head droops forward as Elizabeth releases.
"Awwww...look at her napping!" Cromwell teases the flaccid Starfire. "Let's wake her up shall we?" Cromwell asks the crowd and raises her right arm into the air!
"Ahhh. You made me wrestle hard. Look how sweaty I am luv." The Brit Brat runs her fingers down her armpit. "What is it you like to do again? Ah right!", Cromwell pulls Estrina's head backwards and grinds her armpit into Estrina's face!
"MMMMPPPHHHHHH!!!" Estrina returns to consciousness only to find herself tasting the nasty salt and stubbles of Lizzie's encroaching armpit!
"HOW'S THE TASTE OF YOUR OWN MEDICINE ESTRINA?" Cromwell shouts as she continues to buff Estrina's face bright red before releasing the Singaporean.
Estrina shoves Cromwell's arm aside and falls onto the ground, wiping her mouth and sputters as she crawls away while The Boarding School Princess laughs haughtily.
Estrina scampers her way back to the ring, her most comfortable environment to work with, while The Boarding School Princess trails closely behind, throwing a clothesline as Estrina turns around and sends The Celestial Stunner flipping over the barricade and back onto the ringside.
Elizabeth leaps over the barricade after Estrina tumbles flat on her back and lays across the Singaporean for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
NOOOO!
Estrina kicks out of the cover and shoves Lizzie aside at a clean two, displaying immense fortitude towards her opponent.
“Get up!” The British Brat demands as she peels Starfire off the ground.
Repositioning herself behind the sweaty battler, Cromwell threads her left leg over Estrina’s and secures Estrina’s right arm under her left armpit and leans back, stretching Estrina’s abdomen with a painful abdominal stretch!
ABDOMINAL STRETCH (https://youtu.be/eCsXRrXVxn0)
“Nngggghhh!!!” Starfire winces and shakes her head in pain with the definitive ‘no’ when Carl asks if she submit.
Not satisfied with the response, Cromwell reaches for Estrina’s right leg with her free hand and pulls it off the ground!
Estrina wails in pain but as expected, the tenacious Starfire is not an easy opponent to draw a submission from.
The freckled fighter grunts with effort as she tries to keep Estrina trapped in the artistic predicament, but the frustration in not hearing Starfire’s surrender fuels the Asian’s freedom. Elizabeth gives up her stretch to latch onto a shoulder and wrist. Cromwell bullies the Singaporean grappler to the side of the ring so she can have a full lane with which to heave her foe.
Lizzie whips Starfire down the length of the ring, Estrina turning just as she COLLIDES with the metal barrier, her spine dissected. The Asian arches in agony and slides to a seat at the base of the metal divider. Cromwell lifts her thumbs and forefingers and fashions them into a frame, her target placed directly in the middle.
Elizabeth takes off on a sprint toward Estrina, dark eyes lighting up as she closes the gap. Leading with the point of her right knee thrust forward, the Englishwoman RAMS it into Starfire’s chin, snapping her foe’s head to the side. Estrina puddles to her right, semiconscious. A beaming Cromwell passes on a pin. She moves up the nearby ring steps and spreads her arms high and wide.
“She’s a bloody bum,” the Liverpool native shouts to the back row.
Cromwell turns her attention back to Estrina, motioning for her foe to get up. Starfire uses the steel to slowly climb to her feet, pushing away from the divider. She stumbles drunkenly a few steps out from the barricade when Elizabeth leaps from her perch and lands a double axhandle to the forehead of her foe, Starfire sent rocketing to her back.
Standing above the flattened Singapore native, Elizabeth leaps with legs extended, ready to drop a lower limb across the throat of her rival, but Estrina rolls clear, Cromwell instead spiking her tailbone into the thinly-covered cement floor.
The crowd roars as Lizzie’s face contorts in anguish, her hands rushing to her bum, the BSP trying to knead away the waves of pain from her ass. Meanwhile, Estrina shakes out some cobwebs and slowly pushes to her feet. With Cromwell pivoting to all fours, Starfire snatches an ankle, but Lizzie shakes off the grip and climbs under the ring apron, disappearing from sight to the astonishment of both the Asian and the crowd.
Shaking her head in disbelief, Estrina bends over and lifts the skirt to find the Brit Brat but finds the upper rim of a steel chair instead, Cromwell thrusting it into her throat. Starfire whips away from the impact, choking and redfaced, grasping at her neck.
Emerging from her ‘hole’, Elizabeth brandishes her chair with one hand while rubbing her backside with the other. A few steps away, palms wrapped around the top of the barricade, back to her foe, Starfire desperately tries to fully reopen her windpipe and regain her breath.
With the crowd imploring and warning her in equal measure, Estrina seems clueless to the Cromwell and her raised weapon. The auburn-haired Englishwoman swings it down, the seatpan headed for a crashing collision with Estrina’s skull. That is until Starfire uses the metal barrier to pull herself to the right and the chair clacks against the top of the divider, steel on steel.
Lizzie grimaces from the miss but raises her weapon again. Unfortunately for the Brit, she has the chair situated in front of her face when Starfire spins in blindingly fast fashion and dropkicks it into the mug of the Brit Brat. Cromwell’s decked like a ton of bricks, the weapon sent flying several feet away, Lizzie laid out in a starfish, unmoving, tongue poking from between pursed lips, apparently out cold.
A still ragged Estrina, on her chest a few feet away, wearily pushes to all fours and crawls to the demolished Cromwell. She drops like deadweight across the splayed redhead, the crowd cheerily chanting out Carl’s count.
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
It isn’t the strongest or most secure pin by a long stretch and that’s what saves the spasming Lizzie who leans a shoulder an inch or two off the arena floor to save herself.
Rising to her feet, Estrina dips a set of fingers into Elizabeth’s auburn locks and tugs a dilapidated Cromwell to a slumped stance. Bringing the match back into the ring for the first time in minutes, the Celestial Stunner heaves Elizabeth in under the bottom rope and follows. She kips to her feet well ahead of the slow step-by-step process it takes for the Liverpool native to rise.
Poised for Cromwell, Estrina spins toward a blistering boot to the chops, but Lizzie has more awareness than she leads on. The Boarding School Princess ducks under, but Estrina pirouettes through the miss, all the way to a side kick DEEP into the ivory midriff of the Brit Brat.
With Lizzie doubled at the waist, Starfire quickly wraps up Cromwell’s noggin in a front facelock and throws her body backward, laying out and SPIKING the crown of Cromwell’s skull into the deck with a nasty DDT. Elizabeth somersaults over from the impact, ending in a shuddering heap. Estrina dives atop Cromwell for another crossbody pin and the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Celestial Stunner feels no movement beneath her, the BSP’s torso remaining still, but there’s no third slap of the canvas and Estrina finds why when she glances up and sees an ankle draped over the bottom rope, Lizzie again escaping a loss by the skin of her teeth.
Rising to her feet, Estrina grabs a wrist and drags the demolished body of Lizzie to the nearest corner. She scrapes the redhead off the canvas and lifts the slack form of the reeling Brit to a seat on the top buckle.
Starfire climbs to the middle ropes, a boot on either side of the buckles. There she yanks Cromwell to her feet. Slowly, perilously, Elizabeth is guided to a stance on the top and Starfire joins her in the heavens. The Celestial Stunner tucks Lizzie’s noggin under an arm and reaches for a handful of trunks on Cromwell’s opposite hip, the crowd roaring at the thought of a superplex that would surely put Estrina over the top and get that elusive third slap of the canvas.
As Estrina steadies her breathing and lifts the British Battler off her perch, the semi-conscious Cromwell suddenly lowers herself and grabs ahold of the top rope, resisting the imminent superplex! Frustrated, The Celestial Stunner releases the front facelock and smashes her forearm onto the back of Cromwell, softening her up before attempting another Superplex. Again, Elizabeth resists by threading her leg around the top and middle rope.
Regaining her bearings, Lizzie fires her fist into the abs of the Asian battler! Estrina fights through the pain and struggles to lift her overhead but Lizzie quickly greets her with another balled fist. Then a third and a fourth...until Starfire releases the headlock. Cromwell makes full use of the opening and pushes Starfire off the perch while shifting her legs to the top rope for a high-risk maneuver!
However, The Celestial Stunner manages to break the fall with a beautifully executed back roll to her feet. She charges Lizzie and, with a dropkick, sends her tumbling out of the ring!
Cromwell lands on her front with a loud THUD. Probably suffering a concussion on landing, she lays motionless on the ground. As Carl rolls out of the ring to check on her, The Celestial Stunner hops out onto the ring apron, motioning for Lizzie to get on her feet.
Slowly, as Lizzie pushes to her feet, Estrina runs along the apron and leaps off with both knees pointing towards The British Brat!
APRON METEORA
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HRdcybCFixw
In the nick of time, Lizzie pulls Carl in the crossfire and uses him as a human shield! Estrina gasps in shock as there’s no possible recourse, driving the official onto the floor with her knees to his chest!
Lizzie retreats slightly to avoid getting caught in the mess, and also creates the distance to launch a soccer kick into Estrina’s head! The Singaporean’s head rocks violently to the side, her body turning to jelly, splattering face down onto the ground.
The Boarding School Princess falls to all fours. She slowly turns herself around to her bum to look at the mess that’s left of the Asian Battler and lets out a tired but arrogant laugh.
“Look at that sweaty mess!” Elizabeth shouts to the audience.
The weary Lizzie then grabs the skirt of the apron and pulls herself to her feet, but stumbles in disbelief as Estrina begins to collect herself as well.
Seeing the referee is down, The British Brat immediately forages under the ring for a steel chair and pulls it out. The boos from the crowd rise with the chair as the dazed Starfire pushes up to boot leather.
The crowd tries to warn her with frantic waving and screams but it is all in vain. Estrina dizzily pirouettes on one leg and walks into a chair shot that SMACKS the lights out of Estrina!
The crowd decries the illegal attack as Starfire lies motionless on the arena floor.
WORST! BRIT! EVER!
WORST! BRIT! EVER!
WORST! BRIT! EVER!
The crowd bursts into synchronized chants, but this time, Cromwell proudly basks in the attention she is receiving.
"That's right! I am the MEANEST! BADDEST! BRIT AROUND! And I'd beat her at my worst!" Cromwell screams in response to the clamor of the crowd. She flips Estrina onto her belly then raises the chair again and delivers another unforgiving SMACK on the Singaporean's spine!
"UGGGGHHHHHH!!!" Estrina bellows.
She lifts herself off the ground briefly before collapsing back into the arena floor, writhing in pain.
Grinding her teeth, the Celestial Stunner painfully crawls towards the apron to bring herself up while Lizzie trails closely behind, slapping the back of Estrina's head disrespectfully much to the ire of the crowd.
With her foe barely on her feet, The Boarding School Princess drops her chair, spins Estrina around and hands her a ear-deafening slap! A slap so hard it creates a mist of sweat and drool from Estrina's face! Before the wobbly grappler falls, Lizzie muscles the victim back to her feet and laces her right leg around Estrina’s left then wraps her right arm around the back of Starfire’s neck.
Pausing for a brief moment, she smiles and leans back with the dazed Singaporean before throwing her full bodyweight forward! Guided by the freckled wrestler, Estrina's face spikes into the steel chair with a Silver Spoon Buster!
SILVER SPOON BUSTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=K9xJHZJyPIQ
Cromwell pushes herself up to her knees and rakes her sweat-matted hair backwards, smiling as she glances down on the insensate Estrina. The Liverpool native swiftly pushes herself vertical and walks over to Carl, nudging the official to get up as she prepares for the finale.
And when Carl begins to stir softly, Cromwell returns to the crime scene and muscles the ragged Estrina up, kicking the chair back under the ring as she does so.
Cromwell hesitates for a moment then grins with evil intentions. Pulling Starfire into a front facelock, she drags her victim towards the steel ramp and throws Estrina's lifeless left arm over her neck, pushes a palm into her midriffs and hauls her skywards, turning her around before dropping her back first onto the unforgiving steel!
Prep School Expulsion
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ttqciIH5dA
The impact of the finisher sends Estrina sitting up briefly then dropping flat onto her back. There is no doubt the Prep School Expulsion snuffs the fire out of Estrina as her eyes rolls white.
As Carl drags himself to the wrestlers at a turtle’s pace, Lizzie floats over the remains of Estrina and carefully rests her sweaty armpit on top of Estrina's mug as one last insult, draping her leg over for the cover.
Carl wearily lifts his hand and dishes out the longest three-count seen in the history of FAWN.
ONE....
TWO....
THREE...
"AND YOUR WINNER FOR THIS MATCH! ELIZABEEEEETHHH CROMMMMMWELLLLLLL!"
Lizzie leaps to her feet, pumping her fist as the ref raises her opposite arm. She places a sole of her boot on Estrina’s chest and grinds her boot into the tender tissue though Starfire sleeps through the abuse.
“I told you all,” she shouts. “The Best Brit EVER. Hell. The best anywhere!”
The brat rips her arm away from the zebra and heads for the exit, wiping her feet toward the carcass of the Singaporean as she makes her way to the ropes and through them before dropping to the floor and heading to and up the ramp, ready to party her well-earned revenge against Estrina.