Post by dsb on Dec 19, 2018 21:20:44 GMT
Murmurs spread throughout the expectant crowd, the fans ready for the next course of action. They don’t have to wait long as ‘God Save The Queen’ begins to reverberate through the arena.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tN9EC3Gy6Nk )
Realizing the Boarding School Princess is on the way, the FAWNatics rise to their feet as one 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 the mother country 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 ignores the throngs, clearly focusing on any lens she can find, threatening the end of Estrina, finishing what she started in their last battle.
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 crowd as she circles the ring before heading up the steel steps.
The Englishwoman slides through the ropes, moving to the center of the squared circle. She casts a hateful gaze over the sea of paying customers, their dollars currently providing them the chance to roundly boo the Liverpool native.
The ring announcer does his best to send his amplified voice above the torrent.
“Our next match is an ‘I Quit’ Match scheduled for one fall with a 20-minute time limit. From Liverpool, England, standing five feet five inches tall and weighing in at 54 and half kilos, she is the Boarding School Princess, Elizabeth Cromwell.”
The self-proclaimed Best Brit Ever, microphone already in hand, lifts it to parted lips.
“I don’t know what you people or that sap from Singapore thinks is going to change,” Lizzie shouts. “I showed her what happens. Cream rises, bitches!”
Elizabeth dips and trails her free hand up her freckled frame.
“Tonight I finish the job and eclipse Starfire, sending that pathetic pit-sniffer back to the jungles from which she emerged. Toodles, Estrina.”
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. The Brit turns when reaching her buckles and tilts her head just enough to catch the upper stage out of the corner of her eye.
"And her opponent, from Singapore, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in 53.5 kilos, she is the Celestial Stunner! ESTRINA STARFIRE!”
The arena dims and Estrina's entrance music begins to ooze out from the speakers. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3j3mIXASfw)
ESTRINA STARFIRE
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!
"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! As usual, she wears a white-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 completed with red knee and elbow pads and white boots.
Estrina paces towards the ring post upon entering the ring and hops onto the second rope, spreading her arms into a wide T to embrace the cheers from the crowd. She undoes her cape in one swift motion and throws it onto the ringside before dropping back to the deck where she warms herself up with a few tuck jumps before facing back into the ring.
Elizabeth smirks as soon as Estrina’s gaze meets hers, lifting her arm up and showing her armpit to mock Estrina who has fallen victim to her very own humiliating hold executed by Cromwell. And to add insult to injury, Elizabeth swipe her exposed armpit with her fingers and flicks it in the direction of the Asian Lightweight, stealing her signature taunt. Blood boiling under a seemingly calm exterior, her veins on her forehead starts to throb, her jaws starts to clench. She stretches her limbs, eager for the bell to ring.
DING!
The ring of the bell sends The Clestial Stunner stomping out of her corner, startling Lizzie a little as she slips half of her body out of the ring through the ropes.
“Get that inferior trash away from me! I’m not ready!” Lizzie commanded Carl, swatting her hands.
Estrina pulls a brake and holds her arms up in innocence as Carl comes in between the bitter rivals. “Aren’t you far superior than me? Why don’t you prove it chickenshit! Even Zoe has far bigger metaphorical balls than you!” Starfire lambasts.
Cromwell rakes her hair as she comes back into the ring nonchalantly, much to the annoyance of the crowd. Slowly moving to the center and matching Estrina’s height as she descends into a grappler’s crouch.
“Behold my greatness you trash...” Elizabeth coos as both of them come close enough for a collar-and-elbow tie up but just as Estrina lunges herself forward, Elizabeth raises two fingers and rakes the eye of her angry opponent.
“Arghhh..you cheap..puaarggh!” Estrina clasps her eyes as she curses but Lizzie quickly interrupts with an elbow to her face!
Jeers rain down upon the ring, disapproving the actions of the Boarding School Princess as Estrina remains stunned from the cheap shot.
“SHUT UP! I’M THE BEST EVER! NOT THIS PIECE OF TRASH!”, Cromwell addresses the crowd only to rile them up even further.
“Oh yeah? Guess I’d have to shut you all up after I destroy this piece of trash and incinerate her in my hot pits!”, Cromwell abuses the crowd and follows up with a double axe handle to her back, forcing the Singaporean down on one knee.
The Brit Brat cups one hand under Estrina’s chin, bringing her back onto her feet and bullies her into the corner. Visibly enjoying the moment, Cromwell throws Estrina’s arms over the ropes and delivers a backhand chop to her chest.
“Erghh!” Estrina yelps and clasps her chest but Elizabeth quickly pries her arms off and delivers another thunderous chop to her chest!
“Quit now and I’d spare you the pain.”, Cromwell demands.
Estrina slowly lifts her head and stares into Elizabeth’s eyes. The complacency of Cromwell costs her the early advantage as Starfire grabs her head and throws her into the corner, effectively switching places with her. On fire, The Singapore Sensation delivers backhand chops in rapidfire-fashion, overwhelming the Brit with a comeback.
The Celestial Stunner takes a moment to rally the crowd before whipping Lizzie into the opposite corner. But the BSP digs her foot into the canvas and counter whips Estrina into their corner instead! Lizzie trails closely behind her opponent, looking to smash her with a corner clothesline, but the nimble Starfire thwarts her attempt by grabbing the top ropes and hop over the ropes onto the ring apron. Cromwell comes to a brake in the corner but Estrina sweeps her to the mat with a kick to calf.
Capitalizing on the position, The Aerial Specialist leans back as she pulls the ropes and slingshot herself back into the ring, flipping 360 before slamming a leg across Cromwell’s throat!
SLINGSHOT LEGDROP
youtu.be/8YMd6DMNDmU
Estrina popped right back onto boot leather and pumps her fists in the air, popping the crowd out of their seats. “This bitch is mine!” Estrina proclaims as the dizzying Cromwell struggles to her feet, gagging and coughing, with the aid of the corner. Estrina adjusts her togs as she moves to the opposing corner and drops to a crouch. As Lizzie turns around, Estrina darts out at full speed and...comes to a sudden brake when Lizzie drops onto her back and rolls out of the ring.
“This is not fair! I’m not competing in these conditions!” The Broading School Princess protests as she “shoo” the match away and make her way up the ramp.
“What’s the matter?! You’re done sweating?!”, Estrina shouts, looking confused.
Elizabeth ignores her and continues up the ramp. Enraged, Estrina rolls out of the ring and chases after her opponent.
“You quit already?”, Estrina turns her around and punches Cromwell in her face, staggering her. Before she falls, Estrina grabs her brunette locks and drags her back down the ramp to the ring.
Coming to a stop before the ring, Estrina reels Elizabeth head backwards and slams it into the apron with a THUD! Cromwell bounces off the canvas, pirouetting herself and tries to make space between herself and Estrina. But Estrina keeps pursuing, grabbing her head once more and bounces it off the steel steps!
Cromwell collapses onto her back woozy. Estrina asks Carl for the mic and asks the most important of question of the match!
“DO YOU QUIT?” Estrina screams and pushes the mic into Lizzie’s lips.
After the collision of head to steel, Cromwell doesn’t know where she is, let alone what she’s being asked, so Starfire tries again.
“I said…DO YOU QUIT?
“Get that thing away from me,” Lizzie demands, grabbing Estrina’s wrist and shoving both her foe’s hand and the microphone away.
Elizabeth tries to crawl under the ring but the Singaporean grabs her by an ankle before she can get all the way under and yanks her back out. The only problem? Cromwell’s brought a fire extinguisher with her from beneath and SPRAYS it into Estrina’s face.
A blinded and gasping Estrina staggers away from the freckled warrior. Having saved herself for the moment, Lizzie tosses the weapon away, rises and stumbles after her foe, the impact with the steps still affecting her.
Grabbing the dark locks of Starfire from behind, the BSP turns her rival and tosses her toward the ring. Estrina turns into a collision with the apron, the edge of the ring dissecting her backbone brutally. The Asian arches in agony, chest thrust forward as her bruised back curves. Cromwell responds with a forearm flush to Estrina’s chin, snapping her foe’s head back.
Dazed and confused, Estrina is collected at a wrist and shoulder and guided back into the squared circle, Elizabeth stuffing her into the confines and rolling in after. The auburn-haired grappler easily beats Starfire to her feet, sinking her nails into the scalp of a seated Estrina. With two handfuls, Elizabeth RIPS Estrina off the deck and SLAMS her back down, abusing Estrina’s vertebrae once more with a mat slam.
Hair-pull Mat Slam (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7NM1qOUILA )
Cromwell hovers over the splayed Starfire, bowing to the jeering multitude then pointing at her temple, having proven herself the most intelligent Brit in addition to the most ferocious. When she returns her attention to Estrina, the Singaporean beauty is on her knees. Cromwell quickly closes the gap.
Grabbing Estrina’s head with both hands, Lizzie places her knee next to Estrina’s right temple and lays out, CRACKING Starfire’s features with her Facebreaker.
Facebreaker (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NKYGLhSKNqU )
Estrina’s knocked silly from the impact, spilling to a spreadeagle. Cromwell immediately dives atop her foe in a crossbody pin then remembers, after no slaps of the mat, she has to force Starfire to quit. Slapping the canvas angrily, she pushes Estrina to her chest and mounts her in a forward-facing crouching straddle.
The Englishwoman posts one of the Celestial Stunner’s arms over bended knee then does likewise with the opposite number. Lacing her fingers, she cups them under Estrina’s chin and YANKS back with all her might, AGAIN abusing Estrina’s spinal column, this time with a camel clutch.
Not satisfied with the mewls of pain emerging from the curved Starfire, she ‘unzips’ her fingers, keeps one hand cupped under but fashions a fish hook out of her right index finger and slips it into the corner of her foe’s mouth, RIPPING back with the gouging digit.
Lizzie barks at the ref to grab the microphone. He does and quickly places it in front of Estrina’s contorted features.
“Say it!” Elizabeth demands. “Say it like you mean it!”
But Estrina shakes her head, offering a refusal instead of the surrender Cromwell wants.
Frustrated, Lizzie removes her curled finger and her cup, sends both sets of digits into Estrina’s ebony locks and SLAMS her foe’s face into the deck with gusto, Starfire’s head bouncing off the canvas in disturbing fashion.
Elizabeth dismounts and takes a stroll around the demolished Singaporean fighter, pointing at Estrina.
“Do you see? She’s a joke. And I’m going to make her a bigger one.”
With Estrina having rolled to her back, Lizzie lowers to all fours next to Starfire and raises her right arm, brandishing her arm pit toward the Estrina’s face. Lizzie lowers for a scrubbing session but as Cromwell gets it close, Starfire’s hands rise and wrap around Cromwell’s bicep, stopping Elizabeth from giving the Celestial Stunner a ‘pit wash’.
Instead, Estrina’s grip slides down to Elizabeth’s wrist and pulls Cromwell’s arm wide. Starfire’s legs snake around the extended limb, coiling quickly in a scissors and an immediately anxious Cromwell tries to prevent Estrina from tapping her out with an armbar.
Armbar (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zhstybxLNTQ )
Fortunes flipped, a flailing, howling Cromwell desperately tries to link her fingers to release the mounting pressure. The official drops next to Elizabeth with the microphone.
“Whaddya say, Elizabeth?”
“Bollocks!”
Lizzie moves close enough to link her hands then manages to roll Estrina onto her back. But again, there’s no pinfalls so the maneuver doesn’t break the hold. Reaching her feet, Cromwell tries to lift the scissoring Starfire off the canvas. She gets her foe a foot off the canvas before it’s too much, her body giving out. But the drop still cause enough of an impact to break Estrina’s grip if not harm her. Cromwell scrambles under the ropes.
Cradling her mangled arm close, Elizabeth curses not so much under her breath, her dark eyes glued on Starfire, the Singaporean motioning Lizzie to rejoin her. Cromwell moves to the apron.
“Keep her back,” she demands of the referee, and the man does his best oblige.
Carefully, Cromwell edges through the cables. Estrina pushes past the official and advances. Lizzie shoots a set of nails at Estrina’s eyes, going back to well-travelled well, but the Celestial Stunner is ready, snatching Cromwell’s already wounded arm at the wrist before the Brit can reach her target.
Swiftly and smoothly, Estrina judo throws Cromwell to the canvas. Keeping control of the limb, she stomps away on Lizzie’s shoulder, the Boarding School Princess crying out, trying to wrest her arm free but unable.
“Is that an ‘I Quit’ I hear?” Estrina asks.
The ref moves the microphone close to Elizabeth’s trembling lips.
“Screw you!”
Estrina steps over the arm and gives it an enthusiastic twist, drawing a shriek of pain from the auburn-haired Brat.
“How about I screw your arm instead?” Estrina replies, again spinning the limb and eliciting another howl of protest from a grimacing Cromwell.
"Music to my ears!", Estrina deriving pleasure from Elizabeth's pain keeps hold of her wrist and executes a front roll, taking her arm for another twist. The Boarding School Princess, left with little choice, presses her face into the canvas and props her hip up as she try to bring little relief to her twisted arm.
"YOU QUIT YET? BEST BRIT EVER?", Estrina snarled as she slowly stands and pins Lizzie's arm still with a foot on the wrist.
"SHUT UP BITCH! NEVER!" Lizzie barks back at the Celestial Stunner.
"Oh yea? You wanna keep this up?" Estrina raises her other foot and stomps on the elbow of the Brit Brat, causing her to shriek at her highest pitch as she clasps her arm and rolls away. As Cromwell hisses in pain under the ropes, The Singaporean takes a moment to soak in the crowd's cheers. She rakes through her sweat-matted hair and raises arm in one motion, rallying the crowd as her fist punches through the air. The cheer grows even louder as she grins and looks at her armpit. "Whew...", Estrina breathes as she fans herself, "...it's sure getting hot in here."
Estrina swipes her armpit with her other hand, giggling as she moves over to her rolling opponent and wipes it on her face. Cromwell's unhurt arm flails and swats her hand away, retching as she rolls to the ringside.
"GOD...*coughs*... DAMN DISGUSTICH BITCH!" Cromwell snarls as she gagged. As Lizzie struggles to her feet, The Clestial Stunner makes her way to the nearest ringpost and perches like a bird of prey, patiently waiting for The Boarding School Princess to rise and face her. And just as Lizzie stands erected, Starfire takes it into the sky and takes her down with a Diving Crossbody!
DIVING CROSSBODY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=g1-C2lkDvwc
Estrina rolls off Brit and rests on her back as she lay beside the mess that she has created. Starfire rolls onto her four and slowly pushes herself to boot leather, looking down at her heaving opponent, she raises her arm and runs her fingers down her armpit and "flick" at her opponent. "You asked for this." Estrina snarls as she delivers an angry stomp into the pit of Lizzie's stomach, causing her to groan in pain. Estrina steps over her opponent and heads for the apron. She rummages under the ring and draws out a wooden table, much to the delight of the crowd. She hastily sets up the table and turns her attention back to the struggling Cromwell. Powering The Brit Brat back to her feet, she grabs her by her auburn hair and drags her to the table, reeling her head backwards and smashes it right into the wooden table!
Lizzie's head bounces right off the table like a ball. She spins an 180 and rested her elbows on the wooden table to keep herself from falling. Estrina swipes the hair off Lizzie's face and continues to soften her with punches to her face before shoving onto the table, one leg at a time. "Get your sunglasses ready! There's a Solar Flare coming!" Starfire points sweeps her finger across the arena, asking everyone to get ready for her finisher. She ties her her into a need ponytail and rolls back into the ring, measuring up the set up before racing to the optimal turnbuckle. She ascends the turnbuckle and slowly pushes herself upright as the crowd admires her sense of balance with their shades on. One breath, two breath and she takes off!
SOLAR FLARE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=g1-C2lkDvwc
OOOOOOMMFFFPPP!!! Cromwell rolls out of the way in the nick of time, letting Starfire fall through the table! The ref quickly rushes out of the ring to check on the Singaporean as she lays, seemingly unconcious from the botched attempt. Meanwhile, Lizzie slowly drags herself away from the wreckage, clutching her injured, smiling as she looks at her insensate opponent.
Cromwell shakes out her aching limb as she rises and approaches the debris. She plucks Estrina from its midst by a wrist, tugging the Singaporean to her feet and aiming her at the steel ring steps down the length of the ring. The redhead Irish whips Estrina on the kamikaze run but before she can send Starfire fully on her way, Estrina pivots and reverses the maneuver, ready to deliver Cromwell to the steel. But Estrina fails to launch her foe as well, the Liverpool native keeping her grip tight and yanking Estrina into a shortarm clothesline that nearly removes Starfire’s head from her body.
Shortarm clothesline (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2xl4fC_Oz0 )
The back of Estrina’s skull bangs against the thinly padded cement and Elizabeth loiters over the splayed Singaporean, sneering at Estrina.
“Absolutely blinding,” Cromwell mocks her rival. “I’d say you were a star burned out, but you were never a star.”
Lizzie scrapes Estrina off the floor, leads her to the apron’s edge and stuffs her foe back into the ring, Cromwell rolling in after to beat the official’s count.
With Estrina on all fours, crawling away from the surly Brit, Cromwell approaches from behind and lands a stomp to Estrina’s derriere, Starfire lurching forward, landing on her chest with an ‘ooooph’. Moving to a standing straddle of the Singaporean, Elizabeth wraps a palm around each of Estrina’s wrists and pulls, lifting Starfire’s head and torso off the canvas. Lizzie beams as she puts a boot sole tight to the back of her foe’s noggin.
“Don’t worry,” Lizzie assures. “I’ll wake you up when I want your surrender.”
With that, she releases Estrina’s wrists and CURBSTOMPS Starfire’s face into the unforgiving mat, the crowd groaning as the Celestial Stunner’s head bounces brutally off the thinly-covered plywood.
Curbstomp (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hzpXCopPIcs @ 00:39 )
Left in a face-down starfish and unmoving, Estrina is posed over by the Boarding School Princess, the freckled fighter berating the FAWNatics for daring to think Estrina could possibly end up as anything more than her doormat.
With the crowd returning its animosity, Elizabeth shrugs them off as the worthless wretches they are, returning her attention to the one at her feet. She sinks her nails into the ebony locks of her foe and tugs Estrina to rubbery legs, leading her to the ropes. Forcing her rival’s eyes to the rubber-coated steel of the top cable, Lizzie takes Estrina on a Saturday Evening Constitutional, dragging Starfire’s peepers across the rough surface in a side headlock from one set of buckles to the next.
Reaching the corner, she draws back the bleary-eyed Singaporean and SLAMS Estrina’s face into the padded steel of the top buckle, Starfire’s noggin snapping back from the force of the blow. Not nearly done with her journey, Lizzie reapplies face to top rope and repeats the process on a journey to the next opportunity to send forehead to corner buckle.
Estrina ricochets off, staggering away in a u-turn until a clubbing blow to the head from behind by Cromwell decks Estrina, the Asian ending face down in a stilled single file.
A snarly Elizabeth plucks the Celestial Stunner’s lower legs off the canvas by the ankles, stepping onto the back of her foe’s thighs and wrapping Estrina’s lower legs around her own. Reaching down, the self-proclaimed Best Brit Ever slaps at Starfire’s sides to draw her arms back in protection and snatches them within range.
Using them as handles, Sammie Sinclair’s former partner leans backward, dropping to her back while raising the captured Estrina into air above her by all four limbs. Cromwell showing off her technical side, forces the Singaporean into an agonizing Romero Hold.
Romero Hold (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Im9jMT3zdcE&context=C369209dADOEgsToPDskJ-hSZtVZbgNOpmVdUvq1nR )
Estrina howls in pain from her vulnerable position and Lizzie demands the official ask for Starfire’s surrender. Estrina shakes her head in response to the man, offering a squeaky but loud ‘no’.
Cromwell isn’t deterred, releasing her grips around her foe’s elbows and letting Estrina’s head drop toward her, close enough to sink a nerve pinch DEEP into the bundle along the right trapezius. Estrina shudders as the pain cascades from the pinch point. She starts to gurgle and gag from the signature Liverpool Neck Massage, her muscles in spasm from the attack. But finally Elizabeth’s limbs can keep her foe aloft no longer, the alabaster limbs wearing out.
Cromwell tosses Estrina aside and rolls to her feet, shaking out her aching limbs, the prolonged submission hold taking its toll on her as well. For her part, Estrina remains horizontal and on her back, kneading her neck, trying to work the knot out from where the BSP placed it.
Flushed and furious Estrina refused to capitulate, Cromwell drops to her knees between the slightly parted stems of the Singaporean. She widens her folded legs to broaden the extended versions of her foe, leaving an open path. The redhead’s right arm follows in an underhand thrust up the boulevard. The end result is Lizzie delivering five ruby-tipped nails into the thin spandex covering Estrina’s crotch. Cromwell clenches tight into the tender tissue, drawing a squealing Starfire up to a seated position, face etched in agony.
“Give up, you little tart,” Lizzie demands. “Or I make you my personal hand puppet.”
Elizabeth shows exactly how with a further digging into Starfire’s sweetspot, the grab and grasp turning the muscles in the Asian’s lower limbs rigid from the invasion in between. Estrina’s wraps both palms around the wrist of the delving, mauling hand and tries to pull the instrument of her anguish free, but the Liverpool catfighter’s an old pro at such literally underhanded tactics and it’s not happening.
“SAY IT,” Lizzie demands. “SAY I QUIT!”
Estrina palms her face and yowls in pain as the claw sinks deeper into her nether region. The ref quickly shoves the mic in her face and asks her if she quits but a shrieking "NOOOOOOO!!!!" is the only respond he gets. The Singaporean lifts her leg and furiously kicks The British Snob in the face but the hold only got tighter. "SAY I QUIT AND I WILL LET IT GO! BITCH!" Lizzie demands and punches the belly of Starfire to prop herself up by planting her elbows into the mat. Estrina raises her leg once more and shoots a kick into Lizzie's face, following with a second, third and a fourth, effectively dizzying her. Feel the grip loosen at her groin, Estrina grabs hold of Cromwell's wrist and pulls her arms and head into her strong legs, trapping her in a Triangle Hold!
TRIANGLE HOLD (00:45)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=POcgBaMCWoY
"QUIT LIZZIE!" Estrina yells as she squeezes Cromwell's head tighter but the Liverpool native waggles a finger 'no' as she props herself to her feet. Cromwell tries to lift the Lightweight in the air to slam Estrina off her but was unable to muster any strength to do so. Lizzie raises her arm in the air as if she is summoning Carl but her claws quickly swoops down once more, this time reaching for the Asian's breast. "UGHHH....YOU CHEAP..." Estrina groans and releases the hold and so does Cromwell. Estrina massages her breast as she heads for the corner while Cromwell gags and coughs in the center of the ring, relieved that she got out of a devasting Triangle Choke.
The sweaty battler quickly gets back into the game after a short rest in the corner with her face visibly flushing from the embarassing crotch and breast claws. She stomps out of the corner and sinks her grip into the auburn locks, yanking the Boarding School Princess to her feet but Lizzie quickly slaps her arms off and fires a tired punch into Starfire's face. Dazed but still standing, Estrina retaliates with a punch of her own, kocking Lizzie back a few steps. "COME ON BEST BRIT! GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT!" Estrina shouts as she gestures for Cromwell to bring it. Lizzie lands an open punch on Estrina's face and Estrina, this time, is quick to fire back another punch on her own. The continous punching from both sides quickly picks up pace that the echoes from the crowd turns into an incoherent mess.
Moments later, Estrina emerges as the victor of the mini-brawlfest as she lands consecutive punches on the Liverpool Native, seeing an opening, she distance herself from the dazed Brit and swings her leg towards Lizzie's face with a roundhouse kick...
Roundhouse Kick
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-yeMaf2V3dI
BUT Elizabeth ducks under, causing The Celestial Stunner to pirouette a 180, exposing her back to the Boarding School Princess. Seeing this oppoturnity, Lizzie snatches Estrina's head and wrist from behind, looking to deliver a Silver Spoo...
"UARGHHHH!!!!", Lizzie's cried in pain and her knees buckle as she quickly clasps her groin."Think you are the only one who knows how to fight catty?" Estrina smirks after throwing a horsekick between Lizzie's legs. But unlike the self-proclaimed Best Brit Ever, the reponse towards Estrina is WAY more favorable. Estrina snatches Lizzie's head into a three quarter front facelock, "I'm better than you in all ways! Even when it comes to being mean!", Estrina sends a claw towards Cromwell's crotch causing her to scream in pain. Keeping the claw in place, she lifts (or rather push with ther claw) Lizzie into the air and drops her body on the ring ropes!
SUPLEX ONTO ROPES
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6mejpko0H_4
With Lizzie hanging on the ropes, Estrina takes a moment to catch her breath before shooting into the ropes and hits Lizzie from her side with STARSTRUCK!
STARSTRUCK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-tJwrPogC9k
Lizzie's body goes limp as the knee connects and sluggishly falls back into the ring, back flat to the mat. "Pass me the mic Carl!" Estrina demands as she moves towards the ref. Moving the mic to her lips, "ELIZABETH CROMWELL! ONE MORE TIME! DO YOU OR DO YOU NOT QUIT!", Estrina asks and shoves the mic in Cromwell's cheek. Slowly coming to her senses after being Starstruck, Cromwell simply shoves the mic away, indicating a frim 'NO'.
Estrina looks into the crowd with mic in hand. Flashing a smile, she raises the mic to her lips, "Get your sunglasses ready!"
The FAWNatics burst into cheers and puts on the sunglasses as Estrina toss her mic and drags her lifeless opponent into position. Carefully ascending to top rope, Estrina takes a deep breath and cartwheels in the air setting off thousands of camera flashes in the arena. Cromwell's body kips into a V as The Celestial Stunner lands cleanly across her body. Estrina places her face directly over Lizzie, "What about now? You quit?".
SOLAR FLARE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gwXsmfdMY6c
Lizzie slowly opened her tired eyes gathering saliva in her mouth and spits in Estrina's face causing the crowd to go "OOOOOOO".
"You asked for this." Estrina snarls as she wipes the spit of her face.
She flips the Brit Brat onto her belly and mounts onto her back. The Singaporean throws the Englishwoman's arms over her bend knees, securing them as she lifts the beautiful face of the British Snob off the canvas. "Welcome to the Pits of Starfire Lizzie." Estrina coos into Cromwell's ears as she raises her arms in the air and loops her right arm around Cromwell's face draws her mouth and nose snug into her hot pespring armpit!
Elizabeth's eyes widen in shock as Estrina traps her in a modified Dragon Clutch. Her legs thump hard into the deck as she begs for an escape.
"MMFFPPH MFPPPPFFF!!!"
"What's that? You quit?" Estrina giggles as she grinds her freshly-shaved pit into the Englishwoman's trapped features before releasing the hold, allowing her to speak.
" *huffs*...*coughs*...I...I quit...get your disgusting, smelly ar...MMMPPPPHHHHH!!!!", Estrina quickly reapplies the hold before Cromwell can finish her sentence!
"Now you can rest here!" Estrina snarls as she yanks the sweaty, breath-stealing hold even harder causing Cromwell to tap her Estrina's arm fractically.
DING DING DING!
Carl signals for the bell and quickly turns her attention back to Estrina, pleading her to let go.
"AND YOUR WINNER OF THIS "I QUIT" MATCH...ESTRINA STARFIRE!!!!"
Elizabeth's movements slows and her eyes begins to flutter, before slowly rolling back as the crowd continues to cheer as the demise of the hated Brit. Not long after, her limbs slump onto the mat, still. Only then, Estrina is willing to relinquish the hold, sending a message to the lightweight division that she can be brutal whenever it's needed.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tN9EC3Gy6Nk )
Realizing the Boarding School Princess is on the way, the FAWNatics rise to their feet as one 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 the mother country 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 ignores the throngs, clearly focusing on any lens she can find, threatening the end of Estrina, finishing what she started in their last battle.
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 crowd as she circles the ring before heading up the steel steps.
The Englishwoman slides through the ropes, moving to the center of the squared circle. She casts a hateful gaze over the sea of paying customers, their dollars currently providing them the chance to roundly boo the Liverpool native.
The ring announcer does his best to send his amplified voice above the torrent.
“Our next match is an ‘I Quit’ Match scheduled for one fall with a 20-minute time limit. From Liverpool, England, standing five feet five inches tall and weighing in at 54 and half kilos, she is the Boarding School Princess, Elizabeth Cromwell.”
The self-proclaimed Best Brit Ever, microphone already in hand, lifts it to parted lips.
“I don’t know what you people or that sap from Singapore thinks is going to change,” Lizzie shouts. “I showed her what happens. Cream rises, bitches!”
Elizabeth dips and trails her free hand up her freckled frame.
“Tonight I finish the job and eclipse Starfire, sending that pathetic pit-sniffer back to the jungles from which she emerged. Toodles, Estrina.”
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. The Brit turns when reaching her buckles and tilts her head just enough to catch the upper stage out of the corner of her eye.
"And her opponent, from Singapore, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in 53.5 kilos, she is the Celestial Stunner! ESTRINA STARFIRE!”
The arena dims and Estrina's entrance music begins to ooze out from the speakers. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3j3mIXASfw)
ESTRINA STARFIRE
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!
"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! As usual, she wears a white-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 completed with red knee and elbow pads and white boots.
Estrina paces towards the ring post upon entering the ring and hops onto the second rope, spreading her arms into a wide T to embrace the cheers from the crowd. She undoes her cape in one swift motion and throws it onto the ringside before dropping back to the deck where she warms herself up with a few tuck jumps before facing back into the ring.
Elizabeth smirks as soon as Estrina’s gaze meets hers, lifting her arm up and showing her armpit to mock Estrina who has fallen victim to her very own humiliating hold executed by Cromwell. And to add insult to injury, Elizabeth swipe her exposed armpit with her fingers and flicks it in the direction of the Asian Lightweight, stealing her signature taunt. Blood boiling under a seemingly calm exterior, her veins on her forehead starts to throb, her jaws starts to clench. She stretches her limbs, eager for the bell to ring.
DING!
The ring of the bell sends The Clestial Stunner stomping out of her corner, startling Lizzie a little as she slips half of her body out of the ring through the ropes.
“Get that inferior trash away from me! I’m not ready!” Lizzie commanded Carl, swatting her hands.
Estrina pulls a brake and holds her arms up in innocence as Carl comes in between the bitter rivals. “Aren’t you far superior than me? Why don’t you prove it chickenshit! Even Zoe has far bigger metaphorical balls than you!” Starfire lambasts.
Cromwell rakes her hair as she comes back into the ring nonchalantly, much to the annoyance of the crowd. Slowly moving to the center and matching Estrina’s height as she descends into a grappler’s crouch.
“Behold my greatness you trash...” Elizabeth coos as both of them come close enough for a collar-and-elbow tie up but just as Estrina lunges herself forward, Elizabeth raises two fingers and rakes the eye of her angry opponent.
“Arghhh..you cheap..puaarggh!” Estrina clasps her eyes as she curses but Lizzie quickly interrupts with an elbow to her face!
Jeers rain down upon the ring, disapproving the actions of the Boarding School Princess as Estrina remains stunned from the cheap shot.
“SHUT UP! I’M THE BEST EVER! NOT THIS PIECE OF TRASH!”, Cromwell addresses the crowd only to rile them up even further.
“Oh yeah? Guess I’d have to shut you all up after I destroy this piece of trash and incinerate her in my hot pits!”, Cromwell abuses the crowd and follows up with a double axe handle to her back, forcing the Singaporean down on one knee.
The Brit Brat cups one hand under Estrina’s chin, bringing her back onto her feet and bullies her into the corner. Visibly enjoying the moment, Cromwell throws Estrina’s arms over the ropes and delivers a backhand chop to her chest.
“Erghh!” Estrina yelps and clasps her chest but Elizabeth quickly pries her arms off and delivers another thunderous chop to her chest!
“Quit now and I’d spare you the pain.”, Cromwell demands.
Estrina slowly lifts her head and stares into Elizabeth’s eyes. The complacency of Cromwell costs her the early advantage as Starfire grabs her head and throws her into the corner, effectively switching places with her. On fire, The Singapore Sensation delivers backhand chops in rapidfire-fashion, overwhelming the Brit with a comeback.
The Celestial Stunner takes a moment to rally the crowd before whipping Lizzie into the opposite corner. But the BSP digs her foot into the canvas and counter whips Estrina into their corner instead! Lizzie trails closely behind her opponent, looking to smash her with a corner clothesline, but the nimble Starfire thwarts her attempt by grabbing the top ropes and hop over the ropes onto the ring apron. Cromwell comes to a brake in the corner but Estrina sweeps her to the mat with a kick to calf.
Capitalizing on the position, The Aerial Specialist leans back as she pulls the ropes and slingshot herself back into the ring, flipping 360 before slamming a leg across Cromwell’s throat!
SLINGSHOT LEGDROP
youtu.be/8YMd6DMNDmU
Estrina popped right back onto boot leather and pumps her fists in the air, popping the crowd out of their seats. “This bitch is mine!” Estrina proclaims as the dizzying Cromwell struggles to her feet, gagging and coughing, with the aid of the corner. Estrina adjusts her togs as she moves to the opposing corner and drops to a crouch. As Lizzie turns around, Estrina darts out at full speed and...comes to a sudden brake when Lizzie drops onto her back and rolls out of the ring.
“This is not fair! I’m not competing in these conditions!” The Broading School Princess protests as she “shoo” the match away and make her way up the ramp.
“What’s the matter?! You’re done sweating?!”, Estrina shouts, looking confused.
Elizabeth ignores her and continues up the ramp. Enraged, Estrina rolls out of the ring and chases after her opponent.
“You quit already?”, Estrina turns her around and punches Cromwell in her face, staggering her. Before she falls, Estrina grabs her brunette locks and drags her back down the ramp to the ring.
Coming to a stop before the ring, Estrina reels Elizabeth head backwards and slams it into the apron with a THUD! Cromwell bounces off the canvas, pirouetting herself and tries to make space between herself and Estrina. But Estrina keeps pursuing, grabbing her head once more and bounces it off the steel steps!
Cromwell collapses onto her back woozy. Estrina asks Carl for the mic and asks the most important of question of the match!
“DO YOU QUIT?” Estrina screams and pushes the mic into Lizzie’s lips.
After the collision of head to steel, Cromwell doesn’t know where she is, let alone what she’s being asked, so Starfire tries again.
“I said…DO YOU QUIT?
“Get that thing away from me,” Lizzie demands, grabbing Estrina’s wrist and shoving both her foe’s hand and the microphone away.
Elizabeth tries to crawl under the ring but the Singaporean grabs her by an ankle before she can get all the way under and yanks her back out. The only problem? Cromwell’s brought a fire extinguisher with her from beneath and SPRAYS it into Estrina’s face.
A blinded and gasping Estrina staggers away from the freckled warrior. Having saved herself for the moment, Lizzie tosses the weapon away, rises and stumbles after her foe, the impact with the steps still affecting her.
Grabbing the dark locks of Starfire from behind, the BSP turns her rival and tosses her toward the ring. Estrina turns into a collision with the apron, the edge of the ring dissecting her backbone brutally. The Asian arches in agony, chest thrust forward as her bruised back curves. Cromwell responds with a forearm flush to Estrina’s chin, snapping her foe’s head back.
Dazed and confused, Estrina is collected at a wrist and shoulder and guided back into the squared circle, Elizabeth stuffing her into the confines and rolling in after. The auburn-haired grappler easily beats Starfire to her feet, sinking her nails into the scalp of a seated Estrina. With two handfuls, Elizabeth RIPS Estrina off the deck and SLAMS her back down, abusing Estrina’s vertebrae once more with a mat slam.
Hair-pull Mat Slam (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7NM1qOUILA )
Cromwell hovers over the splayed Starfire, bowing to the jeering multitude then pointing at her temple, having proven herself the most intelligent Brit in addition to the most ferocious. When she returns her attention to Estrina, the Singaporean beauty is on her knees. Cromwell quickly closes the gap.
Grabbing Estrina’s head with both hands, Lizzie places her knee next to Estrina’s right temple and lays out, CRACKING Starfire’s features with her Facebreaker.
Facebreaker (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NKYGLhSKNqU )
Estrina’s knocked silly from the impact, spilling to a spreadeagle. Cromwell immediately dives atop her foe in a crossbody pin then remembers, after no slaps of the mat, she has to force Starfire to quit. Slapping the canvas angrily, she pushes Estrina to her chest and mounts her in a forward-facing crouching straddle.
The Englishwoman posts one of the Celestial Stunner’s arms over bended knee then does likewise with the opposite number. Lacing her fingers, she cups them under Estrina’s chin and YANKS back with all her might, AGAIN abusing Estrina’s spinal column, this time with a camel clutch.
Not satisfied with the mewls of pain emerging from the curved Starfire, she ‘unzips’ her fingers, keeps one hand cupped under but fashions a fish hook out of her right index finger and slips it into the corner of her foe’s mouth, RIPPING back with the gouging digit.
Lizzie barks at the ref to grab the microphone. He does and quickly places it in front of Estrina’s contorted features.
“Say it!” Elizabeth demands. “Say it like you mean it!”
But Estrina shakes her head, offering a refusal instead of the surrender Cromwell wants.
Frustrated, Lizzie removes her curled finger and her cup, sends both sets of digits into Estrina’s ebony locks and SLAMS her foe’s face into the deck with gusto, Starfire’s head bouncing off the canvas in disturbing fashion.
Elizabeth dismounts and takes a stroll around the demolished Singaporean fighter, pointing at Estrina.
“Do you see? She’s a joke. And I’m going to make her a bigger one.”
With Estrina having rolled to her back, Lizzie lowers to all fours next to Starfire and raises her right arm, brandishing her arm pit toward the Estrina’s face. Lizzie lowers for a scrubbing session but as Cromwell gets it close, Starfire’s hands rise and wrap around Cromwell’s bicep, stopping Elizabeth from giving the Celestial Stunner a ‘pit wash’.
Instead, Estrina’s grip slides down to Elizabeth’s wrist and pulls Cromwell’s arm wide. Starfire’s legs snake around the extended limb, coiling quickly in a scissors and an immediately anxious Cromwell tries to prevent Estrina from tapping her out with an armbar.
Armbar (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zhstybxLNTQ )
Fortunes flipped, a flailing, howling Cromwell desperately tries to link her fingers to release the mounting pressure. The official drops next to Elizabeth with the microphone.
“Whaddya say, Elizabeth?”
“Bollocks!”
Lizzie moves close enough to link her hands then manages to roll Estrina onto her back. But again, there’s no pinfalls so the maneuver doesn’t break the hold. Reaching her feet, Cromwell tries to lift the scissoring Starfire off the canvas. She gets her foe a foot off the canvas before it’s too much, her body giving out. But the drop still cause enough of an impact to break Estrina’s grip if not harm her. Cromwell scrambles under the ropes.
Cradling her mangled arm close, Elizabeth curses not so much under her breath, her dark eyes glued on Starfire, the Singaporean motioning Lizzie to rejoin her. Cromwell moves to the apron.
“Keep her back,” she demands of the referee, and the man does his best oblige.
Carefully, Cromwell edges through the cables. Estrina pushes past the official and advances. Lizzie shoots a set of nails at Estrina’s eyes, going back to well-travelled well, but the Celestial Stunner is ready, snatching Cromwell’s already wounded arm at the wrist before the Brit can reach her target.
Swiftly and smoothly, Estrina judo throws Cromwell to the canvas. Keeping control of the limb, she stomps away on Lizzie’s shoulder, the Boarding School Princess crying out, trying to wrest her arm free but unable.
“Is that an ‘I Quit’ I hear?” Estrina asks.
The ref moves the microphone close to Elizabeth’s trembling lips.
“Screw you!”
Estrina steps over the arm and gives it an enthusiastic twist, drawing a shriek of pain from the auburn-haired Brat.
“How about I screw your arm instead?” Estrina replies, again spinning the limb and eliciting another howl of protest from a grimacing Cromwell.
"Music to my ears!", Estrina deriving pleasure from Elizabeth's pain keeps hold of her wrist and executes a front roll, taking her arm for another twist. The Boarding School Princess, left with little choice, presses her face into the canvas and props her hip up as she try to bring little relief to her twisted arm.
"YOU QUIT YET? BEST BRIT EVER?", Estrina snarled as she slowly stands and pins Lizzie's arm still with a foot on the wrist.
"SHUT UP BITCH! NEVER!" Lizzie barks back at the Celestial Stunner.
"Oh yea? You wanna keep this up?" Estrina raises her other foot and stomps on the elbow of the Brit Brat, causing her to shriek at her highest pitch as she clasps her arm and rolls away. As Cromwell hisses in pain under the ropes, The Singaporean takes a moment to soak in the crowd's cheers. She rakes through her sweat-matted hair and raises arm in one motion, rallying the crowd as her fist punches through the air. The cheer grows even louder as she grins and looks at her armpit. "Whew...", Estrina breathes as she fans herself, "...it's sure getting hot in here."
Estrina swipes her armpit with her other hand, giggling as she moves over to her rolling opponent and wipes it on her face. Cromwell's unhurt arm flails and swats her hand away, retching as she rolls to the ringside.
"GOD...*coughs*... DAMN DISGUSTICH BITCH!" Cromwell snarls as she gagged. As Lizzie struggles to her feet, The Clestial Stunner makes her way to the nearest ringpost and perches like a bird of prey, patiently waiting for The Boarding School Princess to rise and face her. And just as Lizzie stands erected, Starfire takes it into the sky and takes her down with a Diving Crossbody!
DIVING CROSSBODY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=g1-C2lkDvwc
Estrina rolls off Brit and rests on her back as she lay beside the mess that she has created. Starfire rolls onto her four and slowly pushes herself to boot leather, looking down at her heaving opponent, she raises her arm and runs her fingers down her armpit and "flick" at her opponent. "You asked for this." Estrina snarls as she delivers an angry stomp into the pit of Lizzie's stomach, causing her to groan in pain. Estrina steps over her opponent and heads for the apron. She rummages under the ring and draws out a wooden table, much to the delight of the crowd. She hastily sets up the table and turns her attention back to the struggling Cromwell. Powering The Brit Brat back to her feet, she grabs her by her auburn hair and drags her to the table, reeling her head backwards and smashes it right into the wooden table!
Lizzie's head bounces right off the table like a ball. She spins an 180 and rested her elbows on the wooden table to keep herself from falling. Estrina swipes the hair off Lizzie's face and continues to soften her with punches to her face before shoving onto the table, one leg at a time. "Get your sunglasses ready! There's a Solar Flare coming!" Starfire points sweeps her finger across the arena, asking everyone to get ready for her finisher. She ties her her into a need ponytail and rolls back into the ring, measuring up the set up before racing to the optimal turnbuckle. She ascends the turnbuckle and slowly pushes herself upright as the crowd admires her sense of balance with their shades on. One breath, two breath and she takes off!
SOLAR FLARE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=g1-C2lkDvwc
OOOOOOMMFFFPPP!!! Cromwell rolls out of the way in the nick of time, letting Starfire fall through the table! The ref quickly rushes out of the ring to check on the Singaporean as she lays, seemingly unconcious from the botched attempt. Meanwhile, Lizzie slowly drags herself away from the wreckage, clutching her injured, smiling as she looks at her insensate opponent.
Cromwell shakes out her aching limb as she rises and approaches the debris. She plucks Estrina from its midst by a wrist, tugging the Singaporean to her feet and aiming her at the steel ring steps down the length of the ring. The redhead Irish whips Estrina on the kamikaze run but before she can send Starfire fully on her way, Estrina pivots and reverses the maneuver, ready to deliver Cromwell to the steel. But Estrina fails to launch her foe as well, the Liverpool native keeping her grip tight and yanking Estrina into a shortarm clothesline that nearly removes Starfire’s head from her body.
Shortarm clothesline (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2xl4fC_Oz0 )
The back of Estrina’s skull bangs against the thinly padded cement and Elizabeth loiters over the splayed Singaporean, sneering at Estrina.
“Absolutely blinding,” Cromwell mocks her rival. “I’d say you were a star burned out, but you were never a star.”
Lizzie scrapes Estrina off the floor, leads her to the apron’s edge and stuffs her foe back into the ring, Cromwell rolling in after to beat the official’s count.
With Estrina on all fours, crawling away from the surly Brit, Cromwell approaches from behind and lands a stomp to Estrina’s derriere, Starfire lurching forward, landing on her chest with an ‘ooooph’. Moving to a standing straddle of the Singaporean, Elizabeth wraps a palm around each of Estrina’s wrists and pulls, lifting Starfire’s head and torso off the canvas. Lizzie beams as she puts a boot sole tight to the back of her foe’s noggin.
“Don’t worry,” Lizzie assures. “I’ll wake you up when I want your surrender.”
With that, she releases Estrina’s wrists and CURBSTOMPS Starfire’s face into the unforgiving mat, the crowd groaning as the Celestial Stunner’s head bounces brutally off the thinly-covered plywood.
Curbstomp (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hzpXCopPIcs @ 00:39 )
Left in a face-down starfish and unmoving, Estrina is posed over by the Boarding School Princess, the freckled fighter berating the FAWNatics for daring to think Estrina could possibly end up as anything more than her doormat.
With the crowd returning its animosity, Elizabeth shrugs them off as the worthless wretches they are, returning her attention to the one at her feet. She sinks her nails into the ebony locks of her foe and tugs Estrina to rubbery legs, leading her to the ropes. Forcing her rival’s eyes to the rubber-coated steel of the top cable, Lizzie takes Estrina on a Saturday Evening Constitutional, dragging Starfire’s peepers across the rough surface in a side headlock from one set of buckles to the next.
Reaching the corner, she draws back the bleary-eyed Singaporean and SLAMS Estrina’s face into the padded steel of the top buckle, Starfire’s noggin snapping back from the force of the blow. Not nearly done with her journey, Lizzie reapplies face to top rope and repeats the process on a journey to the next opportunity to send forehead to corner buckle.
Estrina ricochets off, staggering away in a u-turn until a clubbing blow to the head from behind by Cromwell decks Estrina, the Asian ending face down in a stilled single file.
A snarly Elizabeth plucks the Celestial Stunner’s lower legs off the canvas by the ankles, stepping onto the back of her foe’s thighs and wrapping Estrina’s lower legs around her own. Reaching down, the self-proclaimed Best Brit Ever slaps at Starfire’s sides to draw her arms back in protection and snatches them within range.
Using them as handles, Sammie Sinclair’s former partner leans backward, dropping to her back while raising the captured Estrina into air above her by all four limbs. Cromwell showing off her technical side, forces the Singaporean into an agonizing Romero Hold.
Romero Hold (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Im9jMT3zdcE&context=C369209dADOEgsToPDskJ-hSZtVZbgNOpmVdUvq1nR )
Estrina howls in pain from her vulnerable position and Lizzie demands the official ask for Starfire’s surrender. Estrina shakes her head in response to the man, offering a squeaky but loud ‘no’.
Cromwell isn’t deterred, releasing her grips around her foe’s elbows and letting Estrina’s head drop toward her, close enough to sink a nerve pinch DEEP into the bundle along the right trapezius. Estrina shudders as the pain cascades from the pinch point. She starts to gurgle and gag from the signature Liverpool Neck Massage, her muscles in spasm from the attack. But finally Elizabeth’s limbs can keep her foe aloft no longer, the alabaster limbs wearing out.
Cromwell tosses Estrina aside and rolls to her feet, shaking out her aching limbs, the prolonged submission hold taking its toll on her as well. For her part, Estrina remains horizontal and on her back, kneading her neck, trying to work the knot out from where the BSP placed it.
Flushed and furious Estrina refused to capitulate, Cromwell drops to her knees between the slightly parted stems of the Singaporean. She widens her folded legs to broaden the extended versions of her foe, leaving an open path. The redhead’s right arm follows in an underhand thrust up the boulevard. The end result is Lizzie delivering five ruby-tipped nails into the thin spandex covering Estrina’s crotch. Cromwell clenches tight into the tender tissue, drawing a squealing Starfire up to a seated position, face etched in agony.
“Give up, you little tart,” Lizzie demands. “Or I make you my personal hand puppet.”
Elizabeth shows exactly how with a further digging into Starfire’s sweetspot, the grab and grasp turning the muscles in the Asian’s lower limbs rigid from the invasion in between. Estrina’s wraps both palms around the wrist of the delving, mauling hand and tries to pull the instrument of her anguish free, but the Liverpool catfighter’s an old pro at such literally underhanded tactics and it’s not happening.
“SAY IT,” Lizzie demands. “SAY I QUIT!”
Estrina palms her face and yowls in pain as the claw sinks deeper into her nether region. The ref quickly shoves the mic in her face and asks her if she quits but a shrieking "NOOOOOOO!!!!" is the only respond he gets. The Singaporean lifts her leg and furiously kicks The British Snob in the face but the hold only got tighter. "SAY I QUIT AND I WILL LET IT GO! BITCH!" Lizzie demands and punches the belly of Starfire to prop herself up by planting her elbows into the mat. Estrina raises her leg once more and shoots a kick into Lizzie's face, following with a second, third and a fourth, effectively dizzying her. Feel the grip loosen at her groin, Estrina grabs hold of Cromwell's wrist and pulls her arms and head into her strong legs, trapping her in a Triangle Hold!
TRIANGLE HOLD (00:45)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=POcgBaMCWoY
"QUIT LIZZIE!" Estrina yells as she squeezes Cromwell's head tighter but the Liverpool native waggles a finger 'no' as she props herself to her feet. Cromwell tries to lift the Lightweight in the air to slam Estrina off her but was unable to muster any strength to do so. Lizzie raises her arm in the air as if she is summoning Carl but her claws quickly swoops down once more, this time reaching for the Asian's breast. "UGHHH....YOU CHEAP..." Estrina groans and releases the hold and so does Cromwell. Estrina massages her breast as she heads for the corner while Cromwell gags and coughs in the center of the ring, relieved that she got out of a devasting Triangle Choke.
The sweaty battler quickly gets back into the game after a short rest in the corner with her face visibly flushing from the embarassing crotch and breast claws. She stomps out of the corner and sinks her grip into the auburn locks, yanking the Boarding School Princess to her feet but Lizzie quickly slaps her arms off and fires a tired punch into Starfire's face. Dazed but still standing, Estrina retaliates with a punch of her own, kocking Lizzie back a few steps. "COME ON BEST BRIT! GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT!" Estrina shouts as she gestures for Cromwell to bring it. Lizzie lands an open punch on Estrina's face and Estrina, this time, is quick to fire back another punch on her own. The continous punching from both sides quickly picks up pace that the echoes from the crowd turns into an incoherent mess.
Moments later, Estrina emerges as the victor of the mini-brawlfest as she lands consecutive punches on the Liverpool Native, seeing an opening, she distance herself from the dazed Brit and swings her leg towards Lizzie's face with a roundhouse kick...
Roundhouse Kick
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-yeMaf2V3dI
BUT Elizabeth ducks under, causing The Celestial Stunner to pirouette a 180, exposing her back to the Boarding School Princess. Seeing this oppoturnity, Lizzie snatches Estrina's head and wrist from behind, looking to deliver a Silver Spoo...
"UARGHHHH!!!!", Lizzie's cried in pain and her knees buckle as she quickly clasps her groin."Think you are the only one who knows how to fight catty?" Estrina smirks after throwing a horsekick between Lizzie's legs. But unlike the self-proclaimed Best Brit Ever, the reponse towards Estrina is WAY more favorable. Estrina snatches Lizzie's head into a three quarter front facelock, "I'm better than you in all ways! Even when it comes to being mean!", Estrina sends a claw towards Cromwell's crotch causing her to scream in pain. Keeping the claw in place, she lifts (or rather push with ther claw) Lizzie into the air and drops her body on the ring ropes!
SUPLEX ONTO ROPES
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6mejpko0H_4
With Lizzie hanging on the ropes, Estrina takes a moment to catch her breath before shooting into the ropes and hits Lizzie from her side with STARSTRUCK!
STARSTRUCK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-tJwrPogC9k
Lizzie's body goes limp as the knee connects and sluggishly falls back into the ring, back flat to the mat. "Pass me the mic Carl!" Estrina demands as she moves towards the ref. Moving the mic to her lips, "ELIZABETH CROMWELL! ONE MORE TIME! DO YOU OR DO YOU NOT QUIT!", Estrina asks and shoves the mic in Cromwell's cheek. Slowly coming to her senses after being Starstruck, Cromwell simply shoves the mic away, indicating a frim 'NO'.
Estrina looks into the crowd with mic in hand. Flashing a smile, she raises the mic to her lips, "Get your sunglasses ready!"
The FAWNatics burst into cheers and puts on the sunglasses as Estrina toss her mic and drags her lifeless opponent into position. Carefully ascending to top rope, Estrina takes a deep breath and cartwheels in the air setting off thousands of camera flashes in the arena. Cromwell's body kips into a V as The Celestial Stunner lands cleanly across her body. Estrina places her face directly over Lizzie, "What about now? You quit?".
SOLAR FLARE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gwXsmfdMY6c
Lizzie slowly opened her tired eyes gathering saliva in her mouth and spits in Estrina's face causing the crowd to go "OOOOOOO".
"You asked for this." Estrina snarls as she wipes the spit of her face.
She flips the Brit Brat onto her belly and mounts onto her back. The Singaporean throws the Englishwoman's arms over her bend knees, securing them as she lifts the beautiful face of the British Snob off the canvas. "Welcome to the Pits of Starfire Lizzie." Estrina coos into Cromwell's ears as she raises her arms in the air and loops her right arm around Cromwell's face draws her mouth and nose snug into her hot pespring armpit!
Elizabeth's eyes widen in shock as Estrina traps her in a modified Dragon Clutch. Her legs thump hard into the deck as she begs for an escape.
"MMFFPPH MFPPPPFFF!!!"
"What's that? You quit?" Estrina giggles as she grinds her freshly-shaved pit into the Englishwoman's trapped features before releasing the hold, allowing her to speak.
" *huffs*...*coughs*...I...I quit...get your disgusting, smelly ar...MMMPPPPHHHHH!!!!", Estrina quickly reapplies the hold before Cromwell can finish her sentence!
"Now you can rest here!" Estrina snarls as she yanks the sweaty, breath-stealing hold even harder causing Cromwell to tap her Estrina's arm fractically.
DING DING DING!
Carl signals for the bell and quickly turns her attention back to Estrina, pleading her to let go.
"AND YOUR WINNER OF THIS "I QUIT" MATCH...ESTRINA STARFIRE!!!!"
Elizabeth's movements slows and her eyes begins to flutter, before slowly rolling back as the crowd continues to cheer as the demise of the hated Brit. Not long after, her limbs slump onto the mat, still. Only then, Estrina is willing to relinquish the hold, sending a message to the lightweight division that she can be brutal whenever it's needed.