Post by dsb on Nov 26, 2019 17:57:03 GMT
A/N: This one got left out in the first batch of posting
Knowing she wouldn’t see an opportunity like this in a long while if she failed, nor her lush auburn mane, the self-proclaimed Best Brit Ever bounces on the balls of her feet, nervously waiting for her cue.
‘God Save The Queen’ reverberates through the arena’s speakers.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tN9EC3Gy6Nk )
“Time’s up, you sweaty freak,” Cromwell murmurs. “Time for this division to have some class at the top.”
ELIZABETH CROMWELL
Realizing the Boarding School Princess is on the way, the FAWNatics rise to their feet as one and give Elizabeth the welcome they feel 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 combatant from the northwest of her mother country strides to center stage, sneering at the jeering masses.
The freckled fighter lights up the Orlando faithful with a pair of raised middle fingers before traipsing down the ramp and aisle. Cromwell ignores the throngs, clearly focusing on any lens she can find, preening and acting the part of the confident challenger, tossing her follicles around as a red cape to a bull.
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 and moves to the center. She casts a hateful gaze over the sea of paying customers, their dollars 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 scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit and is for the FAWN Lightweight Championship. 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.”
Microphone already in hand, Elizabeth lifts it to parted lips.
“I know what you’re all here to see,” Lizzie shouts. “Well, keep that thought in your dreams because it’s never going to become reality.”
Elizabeth bends at the waist and shakes out her shoulder-length mane before dramatically tossing it back.
“Get your ass out here, Dumpster-fire. And you better have my gold nice and polished.”
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.
“INTRODUCING HER OPPONENT! FROM SINGAPORE...SHE STANDS AT 5 FEET 4 INCHES TALL AND WEIGHS IN AT 118 POUNDS...SHE IS THE DEFENDING FAWN LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD...THE CELESTIAL STUNNER...ESTRINA STARFIRE!”
MOUNTAIN SONG- JOE SATRIANI
www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3j3mIXASfw
The lights in the arena dims as the music starts oozing out of the speakers when a bright light shines behind the curtains, revealing a familiar silhouette. As the music hits its high notes, a cannonade of pyrotechnics fires into the air and out of the dispersing smoke comes the champion along with loud cheers from the Stargazers.
ESTRINA STARFIRE
Dressed in her usual skimpy red V-neck one piece dipping all the way down to her navel, completed with red paddings and white boots, the champion swept a finger across the crowd before posing in a wide ‘T’, pushing her cape aside to reveal the gold around her waist while the Brit Brat simply rolled her eyes at her ridiculous theatrics. Delaying no further, the champion marches down the ramp, trying as much as possible to give ‘fives’ to the front row audience as she climbs up the ring steps. Once through the ropes, the defending champion makes a beeline for the challenger. Standing face-to-face, Estrina checks Elizabeth's auburn-lock and twirls it around her finger, "Such a shame, all the effort to keep your hair beautiful will be wasted tonight".
Eyebrows twitching from annoyance, The BSP slaps Estrina's arm away and immediately shoves her face closer in an attempt to intimidate the champion when Starfire immediately trolls her by lifting her arm and positions her armpit in the trajectory of her face, letting the Brit kiss her armpit.
"EURRRGGHHH!!! BITCH!!!" Cromwell draws her curdled face back immediately and begins sputtering. The seemingly mean prank on the hated catfigther seems to draw a laugther from the crowd, confirming whose side they are on.
"Don't worry dear, plenty of chance to kiss them tonight!", Estrina sniggers as she struts off to the corner. Starfire ascends to the middle ropes and points one finger towards the rafters.
Having met each other thrice in the squared circle, through which Estrina bested two, The Boarding School Princess is not unfamiliar with The Celestial Stunner’s wrestling style. Suffice to say, The Brit Brat knew she has to do whatever it takes to gain an upper-hand, especially when her hair and title is at stake. So as the champion is posing for the Stargazers, Cromwell shoots out of the corner and yanks Starfire back onto the deck with a loud THUMP before the match can be called!
“HEY GET BACK TO YOUR CORNER!” Merle demands as Cromwell rips Starfire’s cape off and tightly wound it around her neck!
“REEEFFFFFF!!!!” Estrina croaks as The Brit Brat continues to choke her.
“Hey! Stop it right now! Or I will call off the match!” Merle warns before Cromwell releases the hold and raises both arm high in innocence, smirking as she returns to her corner and boos rain on her.
“BEST! BRIT! EVER!” she exclaims only to make the jeers even louder as she nonchalantly sags in her corner.
“Are you okay?” Merle checks on Estrina and picks the title off the deck.
“…Bitch’s…gonna pay!” Estrina heaved as she pushes up onto two and returns to her corner. Merle hoists the belt high into the air for the audience’s viewing before handing it to the officials and calls for the bell.
Estrina sweeps her messy hair behind her ear and composes herself while Lizzie pushes out of the corner, raising an arm, calling for a test of strength. As the fervid rivals slowly approaches the centre of the ring, the dirty Brit rakes her nails across Starfire’s face, blinding her for a few moments.
“YOU CAN’T KEEE---“
“WHAT!” Cromwell cuts the ref off and snapped back. “It’s just a slap, alright! Do your job and stop picking on me!” Cromwell vehemently denies any wrongdoing as she lifts a knee into the champion’s mid-section, doubling her over.
The BSP follows up with a couple of European Uppercuts to the champion’s skull, pressuring Estrina into the corner before grabbing her wrist and whips her into the opposing corner. As Estrina settles back first into the turnbuckle, the freckled fighter quickly follows her trailed and extends her arm for a clothes..NOO!!! Estrina brings Lizzie’s momentum to a stop with a boot to the jaw!
Elizabeth stumbles back to the center of the ring, clutching her jaw as she turns back to her opponent only to receive a stunning Dropkick to the chest, knocking her back onto the canvas. The champion quickly presses across her body for the quick…
ONE!
Cromwell forcefully shoots up her arm, foiling the champion’s attempt to put her away quickly.
“I guess some things never changes. You and your catty antics…and I beating your ass!” Estrina snarls as she peels the challenger from the canvas.
“Don’t be so sure! I beat you once after all, I can do it again!” Elizabeth snaps back and swats Starfire’s arm off. The Celestial Stunner quickly responds switching into a three-quarter facelock and throws Cromwell over her back with a Snapmare. As Cromwell plants on her butt, Estrina dashes into the ropes and returns to feed yet another Dropkick, forcing the challenger back onto the mat again. This time she hooks her leg for the…
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Cromwell survives the fall with a second to spare and quickly rolls out of the ring to catch a breather.
“Oh don’t you dare…” Estrina growls as she slips under the ropes and chases the challenger around the ring. She grabs the challenger’s head from behind and forces it onto the steel steps. Cromwell thwarts her attempt with both arms pressing against the steps and bounces the champion’s head off the steel instead.
Starfire spins around, head ringing, and leans onto the apron for support. The freckled fighter grabs her hair and a handful of scanty one piece and forces her back into the ring, giving her a nasty wedgie in the process. As the champion scurries to her feet, the challenger slipped back into the ring and clocks Starfire with a nasty Northern Clothesline!
Northern Clothesline
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6dR2xtKIg2Y
As the Lightweight champion lands flat on her face and chest, the auburn-haired grappler takes a victory lap, raising her arms high and wide, shouting at the jeering masses.
“I’ve got a little surprise for all of you,” Lizzie shouts. “When I turn Starfire into Dumpsterfire and take the gold, she’s gonna find her hair on the floor.”
Estrina pushes up to all fours as Cromwell strides back to her target. Elizabeth latches onto the locks of the Celestial Stunner and rips Estrina’s head from side to side, delighting in the anguish caused by her catty ways. Finally, ripping the champ to her feet under the growing count of the zebra, The Boarding School Princess forces the Singaporean fighter to the ropes, pressing her face down on the uppermost strand of rubber-coated steel.
Elizabeth DRAAAGS Estrina along the length of the rope, scraping Starfire’s eyes with her Saturday Evening Constitutional. Reaching a set of buckles, Elizabeth hauls her foe’s head back and RAMS Estrina’s face into the thinly padded steel.
Releasing the champ, Starfire stumbles drunkenly away from the impact, hands rubbing her teary eyes, Estrina at least partially blinded by the smirking challenger. Creeping from behind, Elizabeth sweeps a leg behind those of Starfire and takes out the champion’s stems, Estrina landing heavily on her spine.
With Lizzie hovering above, the Brit Brat aims a pointed knee between the flooded eyes of Starfire and drops the bony point, hitting a bull’s eye. As Cromwell pops back to vertical, Estrina flops on the canvas, hands grasping at her face, the FAWNatics booing relentlessly. The self-proclaimed Best Brit Ever fashions a mock belt around her waist.
“A matter of time ladies and gents,” the Englishwoman assures.
Cromwell walks back to the splayed Singaporean and levels another knee at Estrina’s forehead. She drops and THUMPS the joint into empty canvas, Starfire having rolled out of the way an instant before the connection. A howling Lizzie hops around on one leg, cradling her throbbing knee close, cursing a blue streak as she gingerly stretches out her aching limb, putting some weight on it and limping toward a rising Starfire.
As Cromwell reaches the title holder, Estrina shoots a toe kick at the tummy of the approaching Brit, but Elizabeth intercepts, catching the lower limb and stretching it out in front of Estrina, making the champ bounce on her remaining grounded boot.
“There isn’t going to be any third-time charm win, tonight, DumpsterfirUHHH”
Lizzie’s words are cut short when the Celestial Stunner leaps off her planted foot and CLOCKS Cromwell’s left temple with an enziguri kick that sends Elizabeth staggering, the redhead catching herself in the ropes. Lizzie tries to make room between herself and the champ, using the top rope to guide herself to a corner.
But Starfire is hot on her heels, running after the retreating Brit and leaping into an avalanche splash that buries the freckled fighter under a tidal wave of lightweight champion. As Estrina bounces away from the shellshocked Cromwell, she watches as Lizzie totters by on rubbery legs. Once her foe is past, Estrina moves alongside the auburn-haired Englishwoman, wrapping an arm around Lizzie’s midriff while scooping another behind Cromwell’s near knee.
Starfire lifts the yelping BSP heavenward then lays out SLAMMING Elizabeth’s spinal column to the thinly-covered plywood with a Backdrop Suplex.
Backdrop Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxk1xOD79Vs )
As Cromwell writhes in anguish, back arching in pain, Lizzie reaching for her lower vertebrae, Estrina pushes to her feet. She raises three fingers, emblematic of the upcoming third win in their rivalry, and waits for the freckled fighter to rise to all fours before mounting the challenger in a forward-facing straddle.
Estrina plunges her backside into Elizabeth’s already aching lower back and the Brit Brat is blasted flat to the canvas. Cromwell tries to slither toward the ropes but Estrina’s not having it. She snatches an arm of Lizzie’s and posts it over bended knee, Starfire having dropped into a crouch above the wincing BSP. The champ does likewise with the opposite arm, then cups her laced fingers under the chin of the challenger.
The Celestial Stunner PULLLLLS back, leaning in arears, bringing Cromwell’s head and upper torso with her until the mewling, muffled Lizzie is whimpering toward the ceiling, so far is her backbone curled under the hellish pressure of Estrina’s Camel Clutch.
Camel Clutch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-T8gFdvb0w ) @1:35
“I believe the words you’re looking for are ‘I, give, and up’,” Starfire insists.
Cromwell, in time with Merle’s offer to save herself with a submission, shakes her head as much as she’s able, words not an option in her captured and curved condition. Estrina leeeans back farther.
“I said.”
Lizzie mewls in agony but refuses to tap despite the loud urging of the crowd.
A frustrated Starfire uncups her hands, digs a set of nails into Elizabeth’s scalp and SPIKES the challenger’s face into the mat, Cromwell’s braincase bouncing off the canvas. Estrina dips her lips to the left ear of the dazed and dilapidated Cromwell.
“BZZZZZZ”
Whether by design or accident, Sammie Sinclair’s former partner lifts her cranium in reaction and BUTTS the back of it into Estrina’s right jawline, snapping the champ’s head back with the unexpected blow. As Estrina rolls to a seated position, massaging her mandible, Elizabeth pivots to a seat of her own, only a few feet from her rival.
“Bring it, bytch,” Lizzie croaks between deep breaths. “I’ve waited too long.”
“No such thing when you’re in the ring with me,” Estrina assures, brandishing a sweaty arm pit in Cromwell’s direction.
Elizabeth’s face turns sour and somewhat scared. She buttscoots her way to the corner farthest from a rising Starfire, using the buckles behind her to join the lightweight champ in verticality with Starfire closing in.
Elizabeth swings a right-handed haymaker at the cheek of the advancing Singaporean, but Estrina artfully dodges the cross and, with the freckled redhead off balance, the champ raises her right arm and STUFFS the perspiring pit into Lizzie’s beak, smothering the thrashing Englishwoman.
The AHE crowd is loving every second of Cromwell’s humiliation and when the Pit Play takes enough air from the Boarding School Princess, Elizabeth’s stems give out, Lizzie ending on her pert backside, quivering legs extended in front of her.
Instantly, the Celestial Stunner is on her horse, rushing to the opposite corner and through a u-turn that sends the champ racing toward her target. From several feet out, Starfire launches into a corner double knee smash headed right toward Lizzie’s mug. But the challenger rolls clear in time and Estrina crashes and burns in an empty corner.
With Starfire rolling from side to side, turtling up in pain from the disastrous miss, a risen Lizzie lays the wood with a series of stomps that are going to leave Estrina black and blue in the morning.
Estrina fights her way to her haunches under the bombardment and finally shoves Cromwell off a few steps. When Elizabeth returns, Starfire THUMPS a right-left combo into Cromwell’s navel to freeze her foe. But when Estrina reaches her feet, Elizabeth repays the favor, DRIVING a toe kick deep into the golden midriff of the Singaporean grappler.
Grunting through her own pain, the auburn-haired catfighter snatches a couple handfuls of dark locks and sits out, forcing Estrina to PLANT into the deck features first via a ring-rattling facebuster.
Sit-out facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tS3zqoFo3ZA )
The champion’s head bounces off the deck like a ball before flipping onto her back. Lizzie rakes her sweat-matted hair off her face and scurries to a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
NOOO!
The Singapore grappler kicks out with a second to spare. As Estrina begin to stir, Elizabeth grabs a handful of her dark lock and pulls her back up to boot leather. Keeping a firm hold on her hair, Elizabeth bring the champion close to the buckles once more and RAMS it hard into the thinly padded steel. Taking extra measure, the challenger yanks Starfire’s head backwards, forcefully slamming it into the deck.
As Starfire clutches her head and curls into a fetal position, The BSP cocking spreads her arm into a wide T and parades around the spot under the torrential jeers and boos.
“Best! Brit! Ever!” The Englishwoman proclaimed proudly before returning back to the target who has gotten onto her fours and STOMPS her head. "GET UP! YOU VILE WOMAN!" Elizabeth snarls as she pulls the champ up to her feet. The BSP double underhooks Estrina's arms and lifts her up in the air, keeping her legs pointing towards the rafters for several seconds before slamming her back first into the mat.
Butterfly Suplex
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OZOygWQtY0o
Estrina sits up from the impact wincing in pain as she clutches the small of her back when the freckled catfight presses her shoulders down once more for the...
ONE!
TWO!
"NUUUUUOOOOOO!" Estrina screams as she powers her shoulder off the mat, frustrating the Englishwoman even further. But Cromwell presses on the offence, using Estrina's hair to yank the champ up, much to the disapprocal of the official, when Starfire slaps her arms apart and goes for a quick spin, swinging her balled fist into the side of the challenger's face.
Spinning Back Fist
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ADB9ZudZCik
Cromwell is shaken but remains upright. Estrina lunges forward, wrapping her arms around Cromwell's waist and hauls her backwards with a perfect Northern Lights Suplex! The Brit Brat winces on impact as Estrina tips her toe and bridges for the...
ONE!
TWO!
NOOO!!!
Elizabeth keeps her second reign dream alive by throwing her arms sidewards, breaking the champ's bridge. Estrina lands on her butt looking visibly annoyed as she adjust her sweat-soaked togs before returning to her feet. The challenger, back on her fours, tries to distance herself from the champ by crawling to the corner as the champ stalks closely behind.
Lizzie flips to a seat and buttscoots herself to the corner holding up her arms as she pleads, "Wait..no..no..no..hold up!"
"What's the matter? You done sweating?" Estrina questions as she continues to encroach when the sneaky Englishwoman trips the unsuspecting champion with a Drop Toe Hold, plating her face into the second turnbuckle! The crowd started jeering loudly once more, clearly fed up with Cromwell's persistent dirty antics but all that doesn't seem to bother her in a slightest bit.
"Done sweating? You got to be kidding me! Not until I return the favor and pry the title off your sweaty body!" The BSP barked and clubs Estrina's back. Wrapping one arm around Starfire's mid-riff and cradling her glutes with another, Elizabeth hauls the champion onto a seat on the top rope. The challenger fires a loud slap across the champ's back that could be heard from every nook and cranny of the acrena. Estrina hisses as her back muscle spasms but she has little time for relief as Cromwell quickly shoved her downwards into a precarious Tree of Woe position.
"How about something different for a change?" The Brit Brat coos into the champ's ear ascending to the middle ropes. Estrina shakes her head violenty, "No! NO! NNOOAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!". The challenger places her heel onto the crotch and grinds away freely. "New champion! Right here!" Cromwell taunts the crowd, pointing to herself and waving across her waist as Merle counts..ONE...TWO...THREE...FOUR...
Cromwell drops back onto the deck before the the disqualifying count and dusts her hand and makes her way to the opposite corner. Meanwhile, Estrina is too occupied with relieving the pain off her crotch to make any attempts to escape her predicament. Capitalizing on this oppoturnity, Elizabeth charges at full speed and dropkicks the champ right in her features before Merle can untangle her from the ropes.
Tree of Woe Basement Dropkick (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgtxy7M6B2Q)
Estrina folds up as she lands head first onto the deck as the challenger cockily struts off. "Still doubting me?" Cromwell asks the crowd as Merle checks on the champ. Unhappy with the same negative response she's been receving through the night, The BSP rolls out of the ring and hurries to the steel ring post. Elizabeth firmly grabs the now proning Estrina by the calves and DRAAAGGGGS her into the steel post, smashing her crotch into the unforgiving steel!
"UAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Estrina howls loudly in excruciating pain as her hands shoots for her crotch. The sweat-soaked Singaporean painfully mewls as she drags herself back to the centre, rolling side-to-side and onto her fours as she wait for the pain to subside. Meanwhile, The Brit Brat continues to taunt the Stargazers sitting in the front row tonight.
"Maybe you should worship me from now on." Cromwell smirks as she speaks to a fan wearing Starfire's "Ready to sweat?" merch tee. "Oh boy! It's hot in here and I'm sure sweating already!" Cromwell brushes her hair and fans herself. "How about I give your heroine a taste of her own medicine?"
Cromwell quickly slides back into the ring and slowly walks over the resting champion. Looking at her pitiful opponent, The auburn-hair grappler smiles with malicious intent and THUMPS her butt onto the back on the champion, flattening her on to the mat. The challenger slowly crouches over the champion's back and pulls her arms up. Estrina resists initially but it is nothing a few clubs to the back of the head cannot solve. After softening Estrina up, Elizabeth locks Estrina's arms behind her thighs looking to apply her own camel clutch. But not before she disgustingly raises her left arm and violent swipes her left armpit, followed by her right and puts her sweat-laced fingers into mouth of the champ and PUULLLLSSS back!
Camel Clutch with Fish Hook (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ps-nmiNId1Y)
Estrina doesn’t seem to enjoy receiving some of her own medicine, namely the pit sweat of her freckled foe, but more than that is the agony from the fishhooks digging into her cheeks, as her head and torso are pulled back. Cromwell leans in a growing bridge, tugging the top of the champion with her and Starfire’s spine is wrenched into an increasing arch by the vicious Brit.
“Ask her, ref.”
Lizzie chuckle/grunts, knowing the champ can neither speak clearly or tap.
Merle hovers over the tortured Estrina, her face pointed to ceiling.
“Nod your head if you want to give.”
Before Elizabeth can force her to do so, the Singaporean grappler shakes her noggin instead, insisting she remain in contention not only to keep her title but take the hair of the Englishwoman.
Cromwell’s face turns from smirk to snarl. Removing her hooks one by one to move her grasping fingers into Estrina’s dark locks, Elizabeth forces Starfire’s braincase forward and down, BANGING her rival’s forehead into the canvas.
“Mistake,” Elizabeth snorts, rising to vertical and DRIVING a stomp to the base of the lightweight champ’s spinal column that sends Estrina into a painful spasm.
Moving to Starfire’s feet, Cromwell plucks both of them at the ankles, lifting the lower half of her foe’s legs. The redhead steps on the champ’s hammies, grapevining Estrina’s lower legs so they stay in place around her own. The brat SLAPS Starfire’s sides to bring Estrina’s arms within snatching distance and she collects and controls those limbs as well.
The catfighter shows off her underrated technical skill, rocking to her back and lifting Estrina off the canvas, suspending the wailing champion overhead with a Romero Special.
Romero Special ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bDQEy8PWdc )
After keeping Starfire high in the Orlando sky for a half-dozen seconds, she begins sliding her grip up Estrina’s arms before switching to pincer-like grips that sink into either side of the champ’s neck, nerve pinches delving dangerously, Estrina shuddering in Lizzie’s signature Liverpool Neck Massage when the maneuver is fully deployed.
Yelping in pain from the cruelly modified Romero, the Asian beauty writhes within the gnawing fingers of the Boarding School Princess. Merle again asks Estrina if she wants to surrender. There’s no immediate response, which elicits further ‘chewing’ from Cromwell.
“Give up, bytch!” she shouts.
As Lizzie concentrates on wringing the last of the fight out of Estrina, her shoulders drop to the canvas. The ever-watchful Merle notices in an instant and slaps the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
A furious Elizabeth tosses Estrina’s body to the side so she can raise off the mat in time, barely. She shakes out her weary arms and legs before skipping to her feet and turning to find the champ on her seat, working out sizable kinks of her own placed in Estrina’s trapezius by the Massage.
Cromwell surges toward her rival, aiming a soccer kick at Starfire’s chest. Acting quickly, Estrina drops flat and the attempt sails over. The whiff sends Elizabeth off balance and, before she can skid to a stop, Estrina takes the auburn-haired wrestler’s plant leg out from under her with a sweep of an arm, the freckled fighter dropping to a jarring collision against her chin and chest. Lizzie rolls to her back, massaging her jaw and issuing muffled curses between clenched teeth.
Starfire tries to force her body into attack mode but it’s slow going as she overcomes the abuse she’s taken. Still, the ruler of the sub-125 class shows the intestinal fortitude and rises in time to race toward the ‘Best Brit’ as Cromwell makes it to one knee. Not bothering to use Elizabeth’s raised joint as a platform, Estrina leaps straight into the business end of her Shining Wizard and nearly removes Cromwell’s head from her body with pinpoint accuracy, Lizzie’s head snapping violently. Elizabeth ends in a wide-eyed sprawl, staring blankly at the rafters as Starfire hops to a stop and turns to survey.
Seeing Elizabeth on a silver platter, she dives atop her challenger in a lateral press, hooking Elizabeth’s far leg for good measure, collecting the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The Young Lioness shoves a shoulder up, saving her flowing auburn mane for the moment. The crowd groans, knowing how close they were to seeing the Brit lose her locks. Estrina isn’t so torn in the moment. She bundles the rubbery BSP to her feet, cradling Elizabeth’s right leg upward with one arm, the other behind Starfire’s neck. Showing her strength, the lightweight titleholder launches Lizzie up and over, SLAMMING Cromwell’s spine to the deck with a fisherman’s suplex.
Fisherman’s Suplex ( www.bing.com/videos/search?q=fisherman%27s+suplex&view=detail&mid=9498A575758FB1E32B589498A575758FB1E32B58&FORM=VIRE ) @ 00:21
Estrina remains attached to her target, bridging to keep the pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Again there’s a mighty moan from the FAWNatics as Lizzie jolts free of the spectacular pin, Starfire ending on her back next to the splayed Cromwell. She scrambles to her feet, beating a wobbly Elizabeth there with plenty of time to launch into a Celestial Knee Strike that AGAIN snaps the head of the Young Lioness in arears.
Celestial Knee Strike ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=a1Z7EtUY2B4 )
The rest of Lizzie follows behind, Cromwell ending on her backside, chin to chest, seemingly out cold in the seated position, arms limp at her sides. Estrina drops perpendicular behind the redhead, quickly scissoring Elizabeth’s far arm while securing her near in a tight grip. She slips a leg from the scissors to add to the pressure on Cromwell’s ivory neck. With her Stellar Pain locked in, it’s the champ’s turn to demand surrender, in this case of both the match and the challenger’s follicles.
Stellar Pain ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=iFsDUfgURgI )
Unwilling to part with her hair, the challenger grinds her teeth to stay in the fight. Shaking her head "No", The Brit Brat quickly tried to find an escape before serious damage can be done. She desperately uses her free legs and throws it upwards, failing to roll back at first. But on the second attempt, the Liverpool native rolls through, managing to land the tip of her toes on the bottom rope, croaking "BREAAAAKKK!!!!".
Unwilling to part with her hair, the challenger grinds her teeth to stay in the fight. Shaking her head "No", The Brit Brat quickly tried to find an escape before serious damage can be done. She desperately uses her free legs and throws it upwards, failing to roll back at first. But on the second attempt, the Liverpool native rolls through, managing to land the tip of her toes on the bottom rope, croaking "BREAAAAKKK!!!!".
ONE...TWO...
Estrina releases the submission promtly, allowing the challenger to quickly roll out of the ring for a much needed breather. As the freckled fighter massages the kinks in her arm and neck, the champion steps through the ropes and onto the apron. She patiently waits as Cromwell slowly turns around. At that instance, Starfire blazes along to apron and jumps off the ring with her knees pointing towards the challenger. Before Cromwell can even muster a response, The Glistening Godess shines through the air and flattens her with a Meteora!
Apron Meteora (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Bn1Kc_H8tg)
Estrina quickly gets up to her feet with the help of the barricade and pumps her fist into the air with a rallying cry while the challenger shudders on the ringside.As Elizabeth begains to stir, Starfire assists her off the ringside and rolls her back into the ring, sliding in shortly after and hooks Cromwell's leg for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOO!!!
The challenger forcefully kicks out at the seconds away from what would be her third loss to the Singaporean. "No...you're not taking my hair...No!", Cromwell muttered between heavy breaths. Estrina slightly taken aback by the kickout quickly retorts, "Well, you are not taking my title away either! One's gotta give!". Estrina rakes her sweat-matted hair as she pulls onto one knee. Grasping Lizzie by her bra, she tugs the challenger onto a seat, flashing her breasts to some lucky audience before pulling her rubbery opponent up by the hair. Starfire whips the challenger into the ropes as she waits in the centre and decks the challenger with a reverse elbow, turning her back towards her opponent and executes a flawless backflip, smashing Cromwell's body with a Standing Moonsault! Cromwell's body 'pops' into a V before flattening into a spreadeagle as Estrina hooks her leg for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOOO!!!
"NGGGGGNOOO!!!" Cromwell bellows with a forceful shot of her arm, surprising Starfire who never knew she has such resilience. Grabbing Cromwell by a wrist and a foot,The Celestial Stunner drags her near the corner and turns to the crowd! "Get ready! There's a Solar Flare coming!" Estrina yells out to her Stargazers as she steps through the ropes and carefully ascends the turnbuckle. Steadily, Starfire erects herself on the top rope looking down at her seemingly lifeless opponent when Cromwell qucikly sits up and yanks Merle by his waistband, sending him tumbling into the ropes!
"OOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Starfire grunts as the ref knocks her off balance causing her to land crotch first into the turnbuckle! With the champion incapcitated, Cromwell takes her time and rolls onto her knees. "Not just the best! Also the smartest!", Cromwell chuckles while she proclaims. Sufficiently rested, Cromwell gets back onto her feet and returns to engage with her rival who's still recovering from the hard blow to her crotch. As Cromwell approches her opponent, she breathes into her palm and THWACK Estrina's bosoms with a backhand slap! Estrina clutches her chest and hisses but The Brit Brat quickly pries them off and follows up with open-plam slap!
The champion's face wrinkles in pain as her chest turns sweltering red. Elizabeth steps onto the middle ropes and tucks Starfire's head under her arm in a front facelock, before she continues onto the top ropes. "NGGHHHH!!!!" Cromwell grunts as she tries to pull Estrina onto the top ropes as well but the champion resists. But her resistance was ultimately overcome with a few stiff punches into her mid-section. Coerced onto the top ropes, Estrina realizes her predicament but is too late to react as The BSP tucks her fingers into the leg hole of Estrina's skimpy one piece and hauls her skywards and backfalls onto the deck, albeit Estrina from a greater height.
Superplex (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CFhvmXBu9Lg)
THUMP! The impact sends Estrina sitting up momentarily before dropping flat out like a starfish. Not faring much better, the challenger slowly musters the strength to roll over and slaps her hand above the champion's shoulder for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOO!!!!
The Glistening Goddess tosses up a shoulder and rolls onto her side, keeping her reign alive. "Whhuu...aattt...that's a three!", Lizzie slowly peers up and held up three fingers to which Merle quickly reponds with a shrug and held up a "two". Frustrated, the challenger slaps both hands on the canvas and pushes herself back to her knees. The BSP quickly gets back onto her feet and peels the insensate Starfire off the canvas.Standing side-by-side, Cromwell wraps her arm around Estrina's torso, lifting her up and dropping her back first onto a posted knee!
Pendulum Backbreaker Hold (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WSHS6QvSezo)
Keeping Starfire across the posted knee, Lizzie presses down Starfire's chin and applies pressure. "ASK HER!" Cromwell yells and the ref quickly complies, moving close to the suffering Starfire.
"You give?" Merle asks.
"Nnnn---NOOOO, NEVER!" Estrina groans as she desperately tries to push Cromwell’s pressing arm off her chin. Knowing Estrina well, the Brit Brat relinquishes the hold and slaps down hard across Starfire’s belly before she can slip out with her sweat.
“Arghhh!!” Starfire grunts as she rolled off the posted knee. The Celestial Stunner quickly scrambles to her feet but Cromwell quickly shuts down her recovery with running knee to the gut, flipping the champion inside out before landing on her butt.
“Ughhhh...” Estrina moans while clutching her mid-section. The challenger quickly pushes her knee into the small of Estrina’s back and stuck her fingers inside Estrina’s mouth once more!
Estrina screams inaudibly as the ref counts...
ONE..TWO..THREE..FOUR...
Elizabeth releases the hold before the DQ count, holding her arms high in innocence while Estrina retches and gags away. Elizabeth pulls the champion by the hair and bullies her into the ropes before whipping across the ring. Timing her return carefully, The BSP steps to the center and throws a clothesline...BUT MISSES! Starfire ducks under the arm and makes a dash for the opposite ropes. Rebounding off the ropes, Starfire hops onto Cromwell’s shoulders as she turns around and backflips, throwing the challenger to the ground and hooks both legs under her arm for the cover. Cromwell’s shakes her violently to break free as Merle slaps the mat...
Hurricarana roll-up(https://youtu.be/vEvSUAAUzOU)
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOO!!!!
Cromwell shoves the champion off her perch in the nick of time and let out an audible gasp as she scramble to her knees. The sprightly Starfire, who is already on her feet, lunges forward and delivers a swift Shining Wizard to Lizzie’s face!
Shining Wizard (https://youtu.be/iiHreVqEhsY)
Lizzie’s body turns jelly before falling face first into the canvas, disallowing a cover. But Estrina’s rekindled fire is far from burning out. Grabbing the challenger by the waistband, Estrina heaved the freckled fighter onto her feet. Behind her back, The Celestial Stunner wraps an arm around her waist and cradles Lizzie’s tush before hauling her high up in the air. By sheer luck, Cromwell rolls through the high-angle back Suplex, landing on both feet behind Starfire’s back. Seizing the opportunity, she pulls Starfire’s hair, leans back before throwing her full body weight forward accompanied with a back kick that sweeps the champion of her feet! BAM! Cromwell spikes Estrina face first into the thinly-covered plywood with the Silverspoon Buster!
Silverspoon Buster (https://youtu.be/K9xJHZJyPIQ)
Upon impact, both sweat-glistened ladies rolled into their back and laid motionlessly except for the rhythmic motion of their heavy chest.
After a half dozen seconds, the hesitant official is forced to start a double count. Reaching ‘SIX’, he breathes a sigh of relief when both women stir. But while Estrina seems stuck in a seated position, Elizabeth makes it to her feet and turns to the champion. Grabbing Starfire from behind by her dark locks, the catty Lizzie yanks Estrina off the deck by her mane before SLAMMING her back down to the canvas with a hair-pull mat slam.
Hair-pull mat slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=PHBzhXOnR9w )
Cromwell boots the chest and tummy of the Singaporean grappler, ‘convincing’ Estrina to roll to her chest. As soon as the Celestial Stunner does, Cromwell leaps into the air in the shape of a cannonball and sends both knees CRASHING down onto Starfire’s spinal column. Estrina yelps in pain, shuddering from the brutal impact. But the Boarding School Princess is far from done.
Elizabeth skillfully folds and crosses Estrina’s legs to form a perfect handle for her right hand on one side and wraps her left arm around Estrina’s throat on the other. Leaning to the rear, she rolls to her back, hoisting the lightweight title holder into the air above. True to the bratty Elizabeth’s form, the auburn-haired grappler’s latter grip moves to Starfire’s ebony strands, Cromwell choosing to increase the pain of her bow and arrow at the cost of being under the referee’s count.
Hairpull version of Bow and Arrow – ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tW3NAfLdV8 )
First the zebra counts for the hair but then is distracted when Cromwell’s shoulders touch the canvas. He forgoes that count for the pinfall and gets to ‘TWO’ before Lizzie raises them, stopping that count. He goes back to the hairpull and gets to ‘FOUR’ when the Brit drops her shoulders again, breaking that count for another pin count of ‘TWO’. Lizzie expertly manipulates the official through another two iterations of counts, Estrina’s face etched in agony, her scalp stinging, her back curved into an agonizing arch by Elizabeth’s knees.
Finally, Cromwell can’t keep the alternating counts going, tiring to the task, releasing her grips and unfolding her stems, sending Starfire flopping forward, the champ ending on her back, a hand sliding underneath to work at her aching lower vertebrae.
Elizabeth pushes to her feet and hovers over the wincing Estrina, sending a boot to the Asian’s navel.
“Time to pay the piper, bytch,” Lizzie hisses.
She surrounds Estrina’s noggin with a two-handed grip and tugs the champ to her feet. The BSP pulls Starfire’s lowered head into a front facelock, while tossing her foe’s limp left arm behind her neck, readying the leader of the lightweight division for Expulsion.
Prep School Expulsion ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ttqciIH5dA ) @ 00:07
But before Cromwell can get Estrina elevated, Starfire throws her weight in reverse and pulls the challenger off her feet, rolling the redhead into a tight, small package for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Elizabeth explodes out of the tight ball, ending on her backside, staring up at the ref with worry, both hands in her auburn locks, squeaking out a ‘no’ as she shakes her head in concern.
The man holds only two fingers aloft and Cromwell sighs in relief. She pushes to her feet and turns to find Estrina working her way there, up to one knee.
Elizabeth charges. Using Estrina’s knee as a stepping stone, she swings a looping kick toward Starfire’s temple with a Shining Wizard, but the champion ducks under the kick, Cromwell spinning wildly through the swing and miss.
Quickly pushing to her feet when Lizzie ends on her chest, the Celestial Stunner drops an elbow into the lower spine of the Best Brit Ever, sending a spasm through the challenger. She hops to her feet and delivers another, this to the back of Cromwell’s neck.
The impact becomes doubly problematic when Elizabeth’s face then SLAMS into the unforgiving mat, leaving the Englishwoman in a daze. Estrina takes advantage, latching onto a wrist and shoulder and tugging Cromwell to her feet. She aims Lizzie at the far buckles and heaves her foe on her way with an Irish Whip. Cromwell is compelled to sprint to the impact, turning as she flies into the thin padding of the buckles, RAMMING them with her already aching backbone.
Elizabeth’s legs ‘turn off’ from the force of the collision. She ends seated, leaning against the lowest buckle, legs extended. It’s the perfect cue for the Singaporean grappler. The glistening Etsrina takes off like a shot for the grounded Brit, leaping from several feet out in her own version of a cannonball, THUMPING into Elizabeth’s head and chest with a Corner Double Knee Smash, this one much more successful than her first attempt.
Estrina bounces away from the impact, striding to center stage while Elizabeth lays in a crumpled heap, head bobbling. She flops to a hip and shoulder, the crowd revving to a high pitch in the excitement.
Pressing on her offence, Starfire tugs the insensate Brit out of the safety of the ropes. Elizabeth struggling to even stand, Estrina hauls Cromwell up and shuffles behind her, where she wraps her arms around Cromwell's waist and throws her hard into the corner!
Corner German Suplex (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ARWNPlyhluA)
Cromwell's head THUDS into the second turnbuckle before she crumbles onto her back, her head resting against the bottom turnbuckle, her face twisted in agony.
"GET UP!" the champion screams as she pulls a handful of Cromwell's auburn locks, this time dragging her closer to the center of the ring and tucking her foe’s head between her clammy thighs.
"THIS IS IT! SAY GOOD BYE TO YOUR HAIR!" Estrina growls as her arms wrap around Elizabeth's waist. Estrina hauls her halfway into the air before dropping her on the back of her neck in a sickening manner!
Supernova (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4iINi9CXmRc)
Elizabeth remains folded, her face etched in pain. The glistening Starfire immediately pops back to her feet, throwing all her weight over the matchbooked Cromwell as she firmly presses her foe’s calves down for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THREEEEEE!!!
DING DING DING!
"AND YOU WINNER OF THIS MATCH...AND STILL...FAWN LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION...ESTRINA STARFIRE!"
The reigning champion shoves the failed challenger onto her hip and shoulder before dropping to a seat herself. Compared to their first three encounters, Cromwell obviously gave her a harder time than before. Perhaps it was the fear of losing her precious locks that kept her fighting hard rather than the title. Nevertheless, Estrina finds relieve in emerging victorious. Tiredly pushing herself back to boot leather, she raises both arms high in glistening glory while the ringside staff readies the equipment.
"BBZZZZZZZZ", the sound of the electric razor jolts the defeated challenger to life. Fearful of what is going to come next, Cromwell tries to make a quiet escape by slowly dragging herself out of the ring when she suddenly feels a tug on her right foot.
"Where do you think you are going Lizzie?" Estrina questions in glee, knowing she will have the honor of taking away the challenger's hair.
"Puh-Please...call it off! I'll do anything else! Jus--not my hair!" the Brit Brat cries and pleads, but the champion drags her back to the center of the ring.
Cromwell scratches and claws, desperately trying to escape when the champion quickly pacifies her with an elbow drop to the back of the head. Grabbing the softened Cromwell by her soon-to-be-gone hair, Starfire puts the failed challenger into a seat set up in the middle of the ring.
Cromwell continues to fight and claw her way out until The Glistening Goddess knocks her silly with a few stiff elbows.
"Honor the deal, Lizzie! You lost!", Starfire snarls as she shuffles behind Cromwell and seals her mouth and nose with her hot perspiring armpit!
"Maybe this will keep you quiet!"
The champion grinds hard, making sure to get every bit of sweat onto her foe’s face and knock her out. Cromwell struggles hard initially, pulling the champion's hair, hoping for her release. But her movements slow and eyelids begins to flutter.
Soon enough, the challenger is out cold and can no longer fight the inevitable. Estrina asks for the equipment and props Cromwell's head as she slowly runs the razor through her rival’s sweat-soaked mane. As strands of her auburn locks fall to the ground, the crowd cheers loudly, satisfied with the ordeal the hated catfighter has to endure.
"Hey ringboy, mirror please!"
Estrina walks to the ropes and sweeps off whatever hair sticking to her sweat-slicked body.
With the mirror, Estrina returns to Cromwell and gently slaps her awake while holding it in front of Cromwell, eager to reveal her foe’s new look.
Cromwell slowly opens her eyes and blankly looks into the mirror as if she doesn't know who the person is. The realization sinks in.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!", Cromwell shrieks in the highest of pitches, her hands searching for her formerly lush hair, finding only where it used to be.
"Haha, looking for these?", Estrina grabs a handful of auburn strands off the canvas and brandishes it in front of Lizzie.
"You'll pay! I swear! You'll paaaaayyyy!!!!!" Cromwell screams, tears welling in her eyes.
"Oh look at you now! You look like a boy! Never knew we did mixed wrestling!" Estrina teases as she playfully rubs Lizzie's head.
"Well, cya later. Boy."
Estrina struts out of the ring and collects her belt from the official before making her way back up the ramp.
All the while, Elizabeth stares dagger at the champion, swearing revenge as tears runs down her face, trying to cover as much of her shorn scalp as she can with her arms.
Knowing she wouldn’t see an opportunity like this in a long while if she failed, nor her lush auburn mane, the self-proclaimed Best Brit Ever bounces on the balls of her feet, nervously waiting for her cue.
‘God Save The Queen’ reverberates through the arena’s speakers.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tN9EC3Gy6Nk )
“Time’s up, you sweaty freak,” Cromwell murmurs. “Time for this division to have some class at the top.”
ELIZABETH CROMWELL
Realizing the Boarding School Princess is on the way, the FAWNatics rise to their feet as one and give Elizabeth the welcome they feel 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 combatant from the northwest of her mother country strides to center stage, sneering at the jeering masses.
The freckled fighter lights up the Orlando faithful with a pair of raised middle fingers before traipsing down the ramp and aisle. Cromwell ignores the throngs, clearly focusing on any lens she can find, preening and acting the part of the confident challenger, tossing her follicles around as a red cape to a bull.
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 and moves to the center. She casts a hateful gaze over the sea of paying customers, their dollars 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 scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit and is for the FAWN Lightweight Championship. 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.”
Microphone already in hand, Elizabeth lifts it to parted lips.
“I know what you’re all here to see,” Lizzie shouts. “Well, keep that thought in your dreams because it’s never going to become reality.”
Elizabeth bends at the waist and shakes out her shoulder-length mane before dramatically tossing it back.
“Get your ass out here, Dumpster-fire. And you better have my gold nice and polished.”
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.
“INTRODUCING HER OPPONENT! FROM SINGAPORE...SHE STANDS AT 5 FEET 4 INCHES TALL AND WEIGHS IN AT 118 POUNDS...SHE IS THE DEFENDING FAWN LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD...THE CELESTIAL STUNNER...ESTRINA STARFIRE!”
MOUNTAIN SONG- JOE SATRIANI
www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3j3mIXASfw
The lights in the arena dims as the music starts oozing out of the speakers when a bright light shines behind the curtains, revealing a familiar silhouette. As the music hits its high notes, a cannonade of pyrotechnics fires into the air and out of the dispersing smoke comes the champion along with loud cheers from the Stargazers.
ESTRINA STARFIRE
Dressed in her usual skimpy red V-neck one piece dipping all the way down to her navel, completed with red paddings and white boots, the champion swept a finger across the crowd before posing in a wide ‘T’, pushing her cape aside to reveal the gold around her waist while the Brit Brat simply rolled her eyes at her ridiculous theatrics. Delaying no further, the champion marches down the ramp, trying as much as possible to give ‘fives’ to the front row audience as she climbs up the ring steps. Once through the ropes, the defending champion makes a beeline for the challenger. Standing face-to-face, Estrina checks Elizabeth's auburn-lock and twirls it around her finger, "Such a shame, all the effort to keep your hair beautiful will be wasted tonight".
Eyebrows twitching from annoyance, The BSP slaps Estrina's arm away and immediately shoves her face closer in an attempt to intimidate the champion when Starfire immediately trolls her by lifting her arm and positions her armpit in the trajectory of her face, letting the Brit kiss her armpit.
"EURRRGGHHH!!! BITCH!!!" Cromwell draws her curdled face back immediately and begins sputtering. The seemingly mean prank on the hated catfigther seems to draw a laugther from the crowd, confirming whose side they are on.
"Don't worry dear, plenty of chance to kiss them tonight!", Estrina sniggers as she struts off to the corner. Starfire ascends to the middle ropes and points one finger towards the rafters.
Having met each other thrice in the squared circle, through which Estrina bested two, The Boarding School Princess is not unfamiliar with The Celestial Stunner’s wrestling style. Suffice to say, The Brit Brat knew she has to do whatever it takes to gain an upper-hand, especially when her hair and title is at stake. So as the champion is posing for the Stargazers, Cromwell shoots out of the corner and yanks Starfire back onto the deck with a loud THUMP before the match can be called!
“HEY GET BACK TO YOUR CORNER!” Merle demands as Cromwell rips Starfire’s cape off and tightly wound it around her neck!
“REEEFFFFFF!!!!” Estrina croaks as The Brit Brat continues to choke her.
“Hey! Stop it right now! Or I will call off the match!” Merle warns before Cromwell releases the hold and raises both arm high in innocence, smirking as she returns to her corner and boos rain on her.
“BEST! BRIT! EVER!” she exclaims only to make the jeers even louder as she nonchalantly sags in her corner.
“Are you okay?” Merle checks on Estrina and picks the title off the deck.
“…Bitch’s…gonna pay!” Estrina heaved as she pushes up onto two and returns to her corner. Merle hoists the belt high into the air for the audience’s viewing before handing it to the officials and calls for the bell.
Estrina sweeps her messy hair behind her ear and composes herself while Lizzie pushes out of the corner, raising an arm, calling for a test of strength. As the fervid rivals slowly approaches the centre of the ring, the dirty Brit rakes her nails across Starfire’s face, blinding her for a few moments.
“YOU CAN’T KEEE---“
“WHAT!” Cromwell cuts the ref off and snapped back. “It’s just a slap, alright! Do your job and stop picking on me!” Cromwell vehemently denies any wrongdoing as she lifts a knee into the champion’s mid-section, doubling her over.
The BSP follows up with a couple of European Uppercuts to the champion’s skull, pressuring Estrina into the corner before grabbing her wrist and whips her into the opposing corner. As Estrina settles back first into the turnbuckle, the freckled fighter quickly follows her trailed and extends her arm for a clothes..NOO!!! Estrina brings Lizzie’s momentum to a stop with a boot to the jaw!
Elizabeth stumbles back to the center of the ring, clutching her jaw as she turns back to her opponent only to receive a stunning Dropkick to the chest, knocking her back onto the canvas. The champion quickly presses across her body for the quick…
ONE!
Cromwell forcefully shoots up her arm, foiling the champion’s attempt to put her away quickly.
“I guess some things never changes. You and your catty antics…and I beating your ass!” Estrina snarls as she peels the challenger from the canvas.
“Don’t be so sure! I beat you once after all, I can do it again!” Elizabeth snaps back and swats Starfire’s arm off. The Celestial Stunner quickly responds switching into a three-quarter facelock and throws Cromwell over her back with a Snapmare. As Cromwell plants on her butt, Estrina dashes into the ropes and returns to feed yet another Dropkick, forcing the challenger back onto the mat again. This time she hooks her leg for the…
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Cromwell survives the fall with a second to spare and quickly rolls out of the ring to catch a breather.
“Oh don’t you dare…” Estrina growls as she slips under the ropes and chases the challenger around the ring. She grabs the challenger’s head from behind and forces it onto the steel steps. Cromwell thwarts her attempt with both arms pressing against the steps and bounces the champion’s head off the steel instead.
Starfire spins around, head ringing, and leans onto the apron for support. The freckled fighter grabs her hair and a handful of scanty one piece and forces her back into the ring, giving her a nasty wedgie in the process. As the champion scurries to her feet, the challenger slipped back into the ring and clocks Starfire with a nasty Northern Clothesline!
Northern Clothesline
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6dR2xtKIg2Y
As the Lightweight champion lands flat on her face and chest, the auburn-haired grappler takes a victory lap, raising her arms high and wide, shouting at the jeering masses.
“I’ve got a little surprise for all of you,” Lizzie shouts. “When I turn Starfire into Dumpsterfire and take the gold, she’s gonna find her hair on the floor.”
Estrina pushes up to all fours as Cromwell strides back to her target. Elizabeth latches onto the locks of the Celestial Stunner and rips Estrina’s head from side to side, delighting in the anguish caused by her catty ways. Finally, ripping the champ to her feet under the growing count of the zebra, The Boarding School Princess forces the Singaporean fighter to the ropes, pressing her face down on the uppermost strand of rubber-coated steel.
Elizabeth DRAAAGS Estrina along the length of the rope, scraping Starfire’s eyes with her Saturday Evening Constitutional. Reaching a set of buckles, Elizabeth hauls her foe’s head back and RAMS Estrina’s face into the thinly padded steel.
Releasing the champ, Starfire stumbles drunkenly away from the impact, hands rubbing her teary eyes, Estrina at least partially blinded by the smirking challenger. Creeping from behind, Elizabeth sweeps a leg behind those of Starfire and takes out the champion’s stems, Estrina landing heavily on her spine.
With Lizzie hovering above, the Brit Brat aims a pointed knee between the flooded eyes of Starfire and drops the bony point, hitting a bull’s eye. As Cromwell pops back to vertical, Estrina flops on the canvas, hands grasping at her face, the FAWNatics booing relentlessly. The self-proclaimed Best Brit Ever fashions a mock belt around her waist.
“A matter of time ladies and gents,” the Englishwoman assures.
Cromwell walks back to the splayed Singaporean and levels another knee at Estrina’s forehead. She drops and THUMPS the joint into empty canvas, Starfire having rolled out of the way an instant before the connection. A howling Lizzie hops around on one leg, cradling her throbbing knee close, cursing a blue streak as she gingerly stretches out her aching limb, putting some weight on it and limping toward a rising Starfire.
As Cromwell reaches the title holder, Estrina shoots a toe kick at the tummy of the approaching Brit, but Elizabeth intercepts, catching the lower limb and stretching it out in front of Estrina, making the champ bounce on her remaining grounded boot.
“There isn’t going to be any third-time charm win, tonight, DumpsterfirUHHH”
Lizzie’s words are cut short when the Celestial Stunner leaps off her planted foot and CLOCKS Cromwell’s left temple with an enziguri kick that sends Elizabeth staggering, the redhead catching herself in the ropes. Lizzie tries to make room between herself and the champ, using the top rope to guide herself to a corner.
But Starfire is hot on her heels, running after the retreating Brit and leaping into an avalanche splash that buries the freckled fighter under a tidal wave of lightweight champion. As Estrina bounces away from the shellshocked Cromwell, she watches as Lizzie totters by on rubbery legs. Once her foe is past, Estrina moves alongside the auburn-haired Englishwoman, wrapping an arm around Lizzie’s midriff while scooping another behind Cromwell’s near knee.
Starfire lifts the yelping BSP heavenward then lays out SLAMMING Elizabeth’s spinal column to the thinly-covered plywood with a Backdrop Suplex.
Backdrop Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxk1xOD79Vs )
As Cromwell writhes in anguish, back arching in pain, Lizzie reaching for her lower vertebrae, Estrina pushes to her feet. She raises three fingers, emblematic of the upcoming third win in their rivalry, and waits for the freckled fighter to rise to all fours before mounting the challenger in a forward-facing straddle.
Estrina plunges her backside into Elizabeth’s already aching lower back and the Brit Brat is blasted flat to the canvas. Cromwell tries to slither toward the ropes but Estrina’s not having it. She snatches an arm of Lizzie’s and posts it over bended knee, Starfire having dropped into a crouch above the wincing BSP. The champ does likewise with the opposite arm, then cups her laced fingers under the chin of the challenger.
The Celestial Stunner PULLLLLS back, leaning in arears, bringing Cromwell’s head and upper torso with her until the mewling, muffled Lizzie is whimpering toward the ceiling, so far is her backbone curled under the hellish pressure of Estrina’s Camel Clutch.
Camel Clutch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-T8gFdvb0w ) @1:35
“I believe the words you’re looking for are ‘I, give, and up’,” Starfire insists.
Cromwell, in time with Merle’s offer to save herself with a submission, shakes her head as much as she’s able, words not an option in her captured and curved condition. Estrina leeeans back farther.
“I said.”
Lizzie mewls in agony but refuses to tap despite the loud urging of the crowd.
A frustrated Starfire uncups her hands, digs a set of nails into Elizabeth’s scalp and SPIKES the challenger’s face into the mat, Cromwell’s braincase bouncing off the canvas. Estrina dips her lips to the left ear of the dazed and dilapidated Cromwell.
“BZZZZZZ”
Whether by design or accident, Sammie Sinclair’s former partner lifts her cranium in reaction and BUTTS the back of it into Estrina’s right jawline, snapping the champ’s head back with the unexpected blow. As Estrina rolls to a seated position, massaging her mandible, Elizabeth pivots to a seat of her own, only a few feet from her rival.
“Bring it, bytch,” Lizzie croaks between deep breaths. “I’ve waited too long.”
“No such thing when you’re in the ring with me,” Estrina assures, brandishing a sweaty arm pit in Cromwell’s direction.
Elizabeth’s face turns sour and somewhat scared. She buttscoots her way to the corner farthest from a rising Starfire, using the buckles behind her to join the lightweight champ in verticality with Starfire closing in.
Elizabeth swings a right-handed haymaker at the cheek of the advancing Singaporean, but Estrina artfully dodges the cross and, with the freckled redhead off balance, the champ raises her right arm and STUFFS the perspiring pit into Lizzie’s beak, smothering the thrashing Englishwoman.
The AHE crowd is loving every second of Cromwell’s humiliation and when the Pit Play takes enough air from the Boarding School Princess, Elizabeth’s stems give out, Lizzie ending on her pert backside, quivering legs extended in front of her.
Instantly, the Celestial Stunner is on her horse, rushing to the opposite corner and through a u-turn that sends the champ racing toward her target. From several feet out, Starfire launches into a corner double knee smash headed right toward Lizzie’s mug. But the challenger rolls clear in time and Estrina crashes and burns in an empty corner.
With Starfire rolling from side to side, turtling up in pain from the disastrous miss, a risen Lizzie lays the wood with a series of stomps that are going to leave Estrina black and blue in the morning.
Estrina fights her way to her haunches under the bombardment and finally shoves Cromwell off a few steps. When Elizabeth returns, Starfire THUMPS a right-left combo into Cromwell’s navel to freeze her foe. But when Estrina reaches her feet, Elizabeth repays the favor, DRIVING a toe kick deep into the golden midriff of the Singaporean grappler.
Grunting through her own pain, the auburn-haired catfighter snatches a couple handfuls of dark locks and sits out, forcing Estrina to PLANT into the deck features first via a ring-rattling facebuster.
Sit-out facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tS3zqoFo3ZA )
The champion’s head bounces off the deck like a ball before flipping onto her back. Lizzie rakes her sweat-matted hair off her face and scurries to a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
NOOO!
The Singapore grappler kicks out with a second to spare. As Estrina begin to stir, Elizabeth grabs a handful of her dark lock and pulls her back up to boot leather. Keeping a firm hold on her hair, Elizabeth bring the champion close to the buckles once more and RAMS it hard into the thinly padded steel. Taking extra measure, the challenger yanks Starfire’s head backwards, forcefully slamming it into the deck.
As Starfire clutches her head and curls into a fetal position, The BSP cocking spreads her arm into a wide T and parades around the spot under the torrential jeers and boos.
“Best! Brit! Ever!” The Englishwoman proclaimed proudly before returning back to the target who has gotten onto her fours and STOMPS her head. "GET UP! YOU VILE WOMAN!" Elizabeth snarls as she pulls the champ up to her feet. The BSP double underhooks Estrina's arms and lifts her up in the air, keeping her legs pointing towards the rafters for several seconds before slamming her back first into the mat.
Butterfly Suplex
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OZOygWQtY0o
Estrina sits up from the impact wincing in pain as she clutches the small of her back when the freckled catfight presses her shoulders down once more for the...
ONE!
TWO!
"NUUUUUOOOOOO!" Estrina screams as she powers her shoulder off the mat, frustrating the Englishwoman even further. But Cromwell presses on the offence, using Estrina's hair to yank the champ up, much to the disapprocal of the official, when Starfire slaps her arms apart and goes for a quick spin, swinging her balled fist into the side of the challenger's face.
Spinning Back Fist
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ADB9ZudZCik
Cromwell is shaken but remains upright. Estrina lunges forward, wrapping her arms around Cromwell's waist and hauls her backwards with a perfect Northern Lights Suplex! The Brit Brat winces on impact as Estrina tips her toe and bridges for the...
ONE!
TWO!
NOOO!!!
Elizabeth keeps her second reign dream alive by throwing her arms sidewards, breaking the champ's bridge. Estrina lands on her butt looking visibly annoyed as she adjust her sweat-soaked togs before returning to her feet. The challenger, back on her fours, tries to distance herself from the champ by crawling to the corner as the champ stalks closely behind.
Lizzie flips to a seat and buttscoots herself to the corner holding up her arms as she pleads, "Wait..no..no..no..hold up!"
"What's the matter? You done sweating?" Estrina questions as she continues to encroach when the sneaky Englishwoman trips the unsuspecting champion with a Drop Toe Hold, plating her face into the second turnbuckle! The crowd started jeering loudly once more, clearly fed up with Cromwell's persistent dirty antics but all that doesn't seem to bother her in a slightest bit.
"Done sweating? You got to be kidding me! Not until I return the favor and pry the title off your sweaty body!" The BSP barked and clubs Estrina's back. Wrapping one arm around Starfire's mid-riff and cradling her glutes with another, Elizabeth hauls the champion onto a seat on the top rope. The challenger fires a loud slap across the champ's back that could be heard from every nook and cranny of the acrena. Estrina hisses as her back muscle spasms but she has little time for relief as Cromwell quickly shoved her downwards into a precarious Tree of Woe position.
"How about something different for a change?" The Brit Brat coos into the champ's ear ascending to the middle ropes. Estrina shakes her head violenty, "No! NO! NNOOAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!". The challenger places her heel onto the crotch and grinds away freely. "New champion! Right here!" Cromwell taunts the crowd, pointing to herself and waving across her waist as Merle counts..ONE...TWO...THREE...FOUR...
Cromwell drops back onto the deck before the the disqualifying count and dusts her hand and makes her way to the opposite corner. Meanwhile, Estrina is too occupied with relieving the pain off her crotch to make any attempts to escape her predicament. Capitalizing on this oppoturnity, Elizabeth charges at full speed and dropkicks the champ right in her features before Merle can untangle her from the ropes.
Tree of Woe Basement Dropkick (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgtxy7M6B2Q)
Estrina folds up as she lands head first onto the deck as the challenger cockily struts off. "Still doubting me?" Cromwell asks the crowd as Merle checks on the champ. Unhappy with the same negative response she's been receving through the night, The BSP rolls out of the ring and hurries to the steel ring post. Elizabeth firmly grabs the now proning Estrina by the calves and DRAAAGGGGS her into the steel post, smashing her crotch into the unforgiving steel!
"UAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Estrina howls loudly in excruciating pain as her hands shoots for her crotch. The sweat-soaked Singaporean painfully mewls as she drags herself back to the centre, rolling side-to-side and onto her fours as she wait for the pain to subside. Meanwhile, The Brit Brat continues to taunt the Stargazers sitting in the front row tonight.
"Maybe you should worship me from now on." Cromwell smirks as she speaks to a fan wearing Starfire's "Ready to sweat?" merch tee. "Oh boy! It's hot in here and I'm sure sweating already!" Cromwell brushes her hair and fans herself. "How about I give your heroine a taste of her own medicine?"
Cromwell quickly slides back into the ring and slowly walks over the resting champion. Looking at her pitiful opponent, The auburn-hair grappler smiles with malicious intent and THUMPS her butt onto the back on the champion, flattening her on to the mat. The challenger slowly crouches over the champion's back and pulls her arms up. Estrina resists initially but it is nothing a few clubs to the back of the head cannot solve. After softening Estrina up, Elizabeth locks Estrina's arms behind her thighs looking to apply her own camel clutch. But not before she disgustingly raises her left arm and violent swipes her left armpit, followed by her right and puts her sweat-laced fingers into mouth of the champ and PUULLLLSSS back!
Camel Clutch with Fish Hook (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ps-nmiNId1Y)
Estrina doesn’t seem to enjoy receiving some of her own medicine, namely the pit sweat of her freckled foe, but more than that is the agony from the fishhooks digging into her cheeks, as her head and torso are pulled back. Cromwell leans in a growing bridge, tugging the top of the champion with her and Starfire’s spine is wrenched into an increasing arch by the vicious Brit.
“Ask her, ref.”
Lizzie chuckle/grunts, knowing the champ can neither speak clearly or tap.
Merle hovers over the tortured Estrina, her face pointed to ceiling.
“Nod your head if you want to give.”
Before Elizabeth can force her to do so, the Singaporean grappler shakes her noggin instead, insisting she remain in contention not only to keep her title but take the hair of the Englishwoman.
Cromwell’s face turns from smirk to snarl. Removing her hooks one by one to move her grasping fingers into Estrina’s dark locks, Elizabeth forces Starfire’s braincase forward and down, BANGING her rival’s forehead into the canvas.
“Mistake,” Elizabeth snorts, rising to vertical and DRIVING a stomp to the base of the lightweight champ’s spinal column that sends Estrina into a painful spasm.
Moving to Starfire’s feet, Cromwell plucks both of them at the ankles, lifting the lower half of her foe’s legs. The redhead steps on the champ’s hammies, grapevining Estrina’s lower legs so they stay in place around her own. The brat SLAPS Starfire’s sides to bring Estrina’s arms within snatching distance and she collects and controls those limbs as well.
The catfighter shows off her underrated technical skill, rocking to her back and lifting Estrina off the canvas, suspending the wailing champion overhead with a Romero Special.
Romero Special ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bDQEy8PWdc )
After keeping Starfire high in the Orlando sky for a half-dozen seconds, she begins sliding her grip up Estrina’s arms before switching to pincer-like grips that sink into either side of the champ’s neck, nerve pinches delving dangerously, Estrina shuddering in Lizzie’s signature Liverpool Neck Massage when the maneuver is fully deployed.
Yelping in pain from the cruelly modified Romero, the Asian beauty writhes within the gnawing fingers of the Boarding School Princess. Merle again asks Estrina if she wants to surrender. There’s no immediate response, which elicits further ‘chewing’ from Cromwell.
“Give up, bytch!” she shouts.
As Lizzie concentrates on wringing the last of the fight out of Estrina, her shoulders drop to the canvas. The ever-watchful Merle notices in an instant and slaps the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
A furious Elizabeth tosses Estrina’s body to the side so she can raise off the mat in time, barely. She shakes out her weary arms and legs before skipping to her feet and turning to find the champ on her seat, working out sizable kinks of her own placed in Estrina’s trapezius by the Massage.
Cromwell surges toward her rival, aiming a soccer kick at Starfire’s chest. Acting quickly, Estrina drops flat and the attempt sails over. The whiff sends Elizabeth off balance and, before she can skid to a stop, Estrina takes the auburn-haired wrestler’s plant leg out from under her with a sweep of an arm, the freckled fighter dropping to a jarring collision against her chin and chest. Lizzie rolls to her back, massaging her jaw and issuing muffled curses between clenched teeth.
Starfire tries to force her body into attack mode but it’s slow going as she overcomes the abuse she’s taken. Still, the ruler of the sub-125 class shows the intestinal fortitude and rises in time to race toward the ‘Best Brit’ as Cromwell makes it to one knee. Not bothering to use Elizabeth’s raised joint as a platform, Estrina leaps straight into the business end of her Shining Wizard and nearly removes Cromwell’s head from her body with pinpoint accuracy, Lizzie’s head snapping violently. Elizabeth ends in a wide-eyed sprawl, staring blankly at the rafters as Starfire hops to a stop and turns to survey.
Seeing Elizabeth on a silver platter, she dives atop her challenger in a lateral press, hooking Elizabeth’s far leg for good measure, collecting the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The Young Lioness shoves a shoulder up, saving her flowing auburn mane for the moment. The crowd groans, knowing how close they were to seeing the Brit lose her locks. Estrina isn’t so torn in the moment. She bundles the rubbery BSP to her feet, cradling Elizabeth’s right leg upward with one arm, the other behind Starfire’s neck. Showing her strength, the lightweight titleholder launches Lizzie up and over, SLAMMING Cromwell’s spine to the deck with a fisherman’s suplex.
Fisherman’s Suplex ( www.bing.com/videos/search?q=fisherman%27s+suplex&view=detail&mid=9498A575758FB1E32B589498A575758FB1E32B58&FORM=VIRE ) @ 00:21
Estrina remains attached to her target, bridging to keep the pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Again there’s a mighty moan from the FAWNatics as Lizzie jolts free of the spectacular pin, Starfire ending on her back next to the splayed Cromwell. She scrambles to her feet, beating a wobbly Elizabeth there with plenty of time to launch into a Celestial Knee Strike that AGAIN snaps the head of the Young Lioness in arears.
Celestial Knee Strike ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=a1Z7EtUY2B4 )
The rest of Lizzie follows behind, Cromwell ending on her backside, chin to chest, seemingly out cold in the seated position, arms limp at her sides. Estrina drops perpendicular behind the redhead, quickly scissoring Elizabeth’s far arm while securing her near in a tight grip. She slips a leg from the scissors to add to the pressure on Cromwell’s ivory neck. With her Stellar Pain locked in, it’s the champ’s turn to demand surrender, in this case of both the match and the challenger’s follicles.
Stellar Pain ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=iFsDUfgURgI )
Unwilling to part with her hair, the challenger grinds her teeth to stay in the fight. Shaking her head "No", The Brit Brat quickly tried to find an escape before serious damage can be done. She desperately uses her free legs and throws it upwards, failing to roll back at first. But on the second attempt, the Liverpool native rolls through, managing to land the tip of her toes on the bottom rope, croaking "BREAAAAKKK!!!!".
Unwilling to part with her hair, the challenger grinds her teeth to stay in the fight. Shaking her head "No", The Brit Brat quickly tried to find an escape before serious damage can be done. She desperately uses her free legs and throws it upwards, failing to roll back at first. But on the second attempt, the Liverpool native rolls through, managing to land the tip of her toes on the bottom rope, croaking "BREAAAAKKK!!!!".
ONE...TWO...
Estrina releases the submission promtly, allowing the challenger to quickly roll out of the ring for a much needed breather. As the freckled fighter massages the kinks in her arm and neck, the champion steps through the ropes and onto the apron. She patiently waits as Cromwell slowly turns around. At that instance, Starfire blazes along to apron and jumps off the ring with her knees pointing towards the challenger. Before Cromwell can even muster a response, The Glistening Godess shines through the air and flattens her with a Meteora!
Apron Meteora (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Bn1Kc_H8tg)
Estrina quickly gets up to her feet with the help of the barricade and pumps her fist into the air with a rallying cry while the challenger shudders on the ringside.As Elizabeth begains to stir, Starfire assists her off the ringside and rolls her back into the ring, sliding in shortly after and hooks Cromwell's leg for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOO!!!
The challenger forcefully kicks out at the seconds away from what would be her third loss to the Singaporean. "No...you're not taking my hair...No!", Cromwell muttered between heavy breaths. Estrina slightly taken aback by the kickout quickly retorts, "Well, you are not taking my title away either! One's gotta give!". Estrina rakes her sweat-matted hair as she pulls onto one knee. Grasping Lizzie by her bra, she tugs the challenger onto a seat, flashing her breasts to some lucky audience before pulling her rubbery opponent up by the hair. Starfire whips the challenger into the ropes as she waits in the centre and decks the challenger with a reverse elbow, turning her back towards her opponent and executes a flawless backflip, smashing Cromwell's body with a Standing Moonsault! Cromwell's body 'pops' into a V before flattening into a spreadeagle as Estrina hooks her leg for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOOO!!!
"NGGGGGNOOO!!!" Cromwell bellows with a forceful shot of her arm, surprising Starfire who never knew she has such resilience. Grabbing Cromwell by a wrist and a foot,The Celestial Stunner drags her near the corner and turns to the crowd! "Get ready! There's a Solar Flare coming!" Estrina yells out to her Stargazers as she steps through the ropes and carefully ascends the turnbuckle. Steadily, Starfire erects herself on the top rope looking down at her seemingly lifeless opponent when Cromwell qucikly sits up and yanks Merle by his waistband, sending him tumbling into the ropes!
"OOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Starfire grunts as the ref knocks her off balance causing her to land crotch first into the turnbuckle! With the champion incapcitated, Cromwell takes her time and rolls onto her knees. "Not just the best! Also the smartest!", Cromwell chuckles while she proclaims. Sufficiently rested, Cromwell gets back onto her feet and returns to engage with her rival who's still recovering from the hard blow to her crotch. As Cromwell approches her opponent, she breathes into her palm and THWACK Estrina's bosoms with a backhand slap! Estrina clutches her chest and hisses but The Brit Brat quickly pries them off and follows up with open-plam slap!
The champion's face wrinkles in pain as her chest turns sweltering red. Elizabeth steps onto the middle ropes and tucks Starfire's head under her arm in a front facelock, before she continues onto the top ropes. "NGGHHHH!!!!" Cromwell grunts as she tries to pull Estrina onto the top ropes as well but the champion resists. But her resistance was ultimately overcome with a few stiff punches into her mid-section. Coerced onto the top ropes, Estrina realizes her predicament but is too late to react as The BSP tucks her fingers into the leg hole of Estrina's skimpy one piece and hauls her skywards and backfalls onto the deck, albeit Estrina from a greater height.
Superplex (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CFhvmXBu9Lg)
THUMP! The impact sends Estrina sitting up momentarily before dropping flat out like a starfish. Not faring much better, the challenger slowly musters the strength to roll over and slaps her hand above the champion's shoulder for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOO!!!!
The Glistening Goddess tosses up a shoulder and rolls onto her side, keeping her reign alive. "Whhuu...aattt...that's a three!", Lizzie slowly peers up and held up three fingers to which Merle quickly reponds with a shrug and held up a "two". Frustrated, the challenger slaps both hands on the canvas and pushes herself back to her knees. The BSP quickly gets back onto her feet and peels the insensate Starfire off the canvas.Standing side-by-side, Cromwell wraps her arm around Estrina's torso, lifting her up and dropping her back first onto a posted knee!
Pendulum Backbreaker Hold (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WSHS6QvSezo)
Keeping Starfire across the posted knee, Lizzie presses down Starfire's chin and applies pressure. "ASK HER!" Cromwell yells and the ref quickly complies, moving close to the suffering Starfire.
"You give?" Merle asks.
"Nnnn---NOOOO, NEVER!" Estrina groans as she desperately tries to push Cromwell’s pressing arm off her chin. Knowing Estrina well, the Brit Brat relinquishes the hold and slaps down hard across Starfire’s belly before she can slip out with her sweat.
“Arghhh!!” Starfire grunts as she rolled off the posted knee. The Celestial Stunner quickly scrambles to her feet but Cromwell quickly shuts down her recovery with running knee to the gut, flipping the champion inside out before landing on her butt.
“Ughhhh...” Estrina moans while clutching her mid-section. The challenger quickly pushes her knee into the small of Estrina’s back and stuck her fingers inside Estrina’s mouth once more!
Estrina screams inaudibly as the ref counts...
ONE..TWO..THREE..FOUR...
Elizabeth releases the hold before the DQ count, holding her arms high in innocence while Estrina retches and gags away. Elizabeth pulls the champion by the hair and bullies her into the ropes before whipping across the ring. Timing her return carefully, The BSP steps to the center and throws a clothesline...BUT MISSES! Starfire ducks under the arm and makes a dash for the opposite ropes. Rebounding off the ropes, Starfire hops onto Cromwell’s shoulders as she turns around and backflips, throwing the challenger to the ground and hooks both legs under her arm for the cover. Cromwell’s shakes her violently to break free as Merle slaps the mat...
Hurricarana roll-up(https://youtu.be/vEvSUAAUzOU)
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOO!!!!
Cromwell shoves the champion off her perch in the nick of time and let out an audible gasp as she scramble to her knees. The sprightly Starfire, who is already on her feet, lunges forward and delivers a swift Shining Wizard to Lizzie’s face!
Shining Wizard (https://youtu.be/iiHreVqEhsY)
Lizzie’s body turns jelly before falling face first into the canvas, disallowing a cover. But Estrina’s rekindled fire is far from burning out. Grabbing the challenger by the waistband, Estrina heaved the freckled fighter onto her feet. Behind her back, The Celestial Stunner wraps an arm around her waist and cradles Lizzie’s tush before hauling her high up in the air. By sheer luck, Cromwell rolls through the high-angle back Suplex, landing on both feet behind Starfire’s back. Seizing the opportunity, she pulls Starfire’s hair, leans back before throwing her full body weight forward accompanied with a back kick that sweeps the champion of her feet! BAM! Cromwell spikes Estrina face first into the thinly-covered plywood with the Silverspoon Buster!
Silverspoon Buster (https://youtu.be/K9xJHZJyPIQ)
Upon impact, both sweat-glistened ladies rolled into their back and laid motionlessly except for the rhythmic motion of their heavy chest.
After a half dozen seconds, the hesitant official is forced to start a double count. Reaching ‘SIX’, he breathes a sigh of relief when both women stir. But while Estrina seems stuck in a seated position, Elizabeth makes it to her feet and turns to the champion. Grabbing Starfire from behind by her dark locks, the catty Lizzie yanks Estrina off the deck by her mane before SLAMMING her back down to the canvas with a hair-pull mat slam.
Hair-pull mat slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=PHBzhXOnR9w )
Cromwell boots the chest and tummy of the Singaporean grappler, ‘convincing’ Estrina to roll to her chest. As soon as the Celestial Stunner does, Cromwell leaps into the air in the shape of a cannonball and sends both knees CRASHING down onto Starfire’s spinal column. Estrina yelps in pain, shuddering from the brutal impact. But the Boarding School Princess is far from done.
Elizabeth skillfully folds and crosses Estrina’s legs to form a perfect handle for her right hand on one side and wraps her left arm around Estrina’s throat on the other. Leaning to the rear, she rolls to her back, hoisting the lightweight title holder into the air above. True to the bratty Elizabeth’s form, the auburn-haired grappler’s latter grip moves to Starfire’s ebony strands, Cromwell choosing to increase the pain of her bow and arrow at the cost of being under the referee’s count.
Hairpull version of Bow and Arrow – ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tW3NAfLdV8 )
First the zebra counts for the hair but then is distracted when Cromwell’s shoulders touch the canvas. He forgoes that count for the pinfall and gets to ‘TWO’ before Lizzie raises them, stopping that count. He goes back to the hairpull and gets to ‘FOUR’ when the Brit drops her shoulders again, breaking that count for another pin count of ‘TWO’. Lizzie expertly manipulates the official through another two iterations of counts, Estrina’s face etched in agony, her scalp stinging, her back curved into an agonizing arch by Elizabeth’s knees.
Finally, Cromwell can’t keep the alternating counts going, tiring to the task, releasing her grips and unfolding her stems, sending Starfire flopping forward, the champ ending on her back, a hand sliding underneath to work at her aching lower vertebrae.
Elizabeth pushes to her feet and hovers over the wincing Estrina, sending a boot to the Asian’s navel.
“Time to pay the piper, bytch,” Lizzie hisses.
She surrounds Estrina’s noggin with a two-handed grip and tugs the champ to her feet. The BSP pulls Starfire’s lowered head into a front facelock, while tossing her foe’s limp left arm behind her neck, readying the leader of the lightweight division for Expulsion.
Prep School Expulsion ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ttqciIH5dA ) @ 00:07
But before Cromwell can get Estrina elevated, Starfire throws her weight in reverse and pulls the challenger off her feet, rolling the redhead into a tight, small package for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Elizabeth explodes out of the tight ball, ending on her backside, staring up at the ref with worry, both hands in her auburn locks, squeaking out a ‘no’ as she shakes her head in concern.
The man holds only two fingers aloft and Cromwell sighs in relief. She pushes to her feet and turns to find Estrina working her way there, up to one knee.
Elizabeth charges. Using Estrina’s knee as a stepping stone, she swings a looping kick toward Starfire’s temple with a Shining Wizard, but the champion ducks under the kick, Cromwell spinning wildly through the swing and miss.
Quickly pushing to her feet when Lizzie ends on her chest, the Celestial Stunner drops an elbow into the lower spine of the Best Brit Ever, sending a spasm through the challenger. She hops to her feet and delivers another, this to the back of Cromwell’s neck.
The impact becomes doubly problematic when Elizabeth’s face then SLAMS into the unforgiving mat, leaving the Englishwoman in a daze. Estrina takes advantage, latching onto a wrist and shoulder and tugging Cromwell to her feet. She aims Lizzie at the far buckles and heaves her foe on her way with an Irish Whip. Cromwell is compelled to sprint to the impact, turning as she flies into the thin padding of the buckles, RAMMING them with her already aching backbone.
Elizabeth’s legs ‘turn off’ from the force of the collision. She ends seated, leaning against the lowest buckle, legs extended. It’s the perfect cue for the Singaporean grappler. The glistening Etsrina takes off like a shot for the grounded Brit, leaping from several feet out in her own version of a cannonball, THUMPING into Elizabeth’s head and chest with a Corner Double Knee Smash, this one much more successful than her first attempt.
Estrina bounces away from the impact, striding to center stage while Elizabeth lays in a crumpled heap, head bobbling. She flops to a hip and shoulder, the crowd revving to a high pitch in the excitement.
Pressing on her offence, Starfire tugs the insensate Brit out of the safety of the ropes. Elizabeth struggling to even stand, Estrina hauls Cromwell up and shuffles behind her, where she wraps her arms around Cromwell's waist and throws her hard into the corner!
Corner German Suplex (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ARWNPlyhluA)
Cromwell's head THUDS into the second turnbuckle before she crumbles onto her back, her head resting against the bottom turnbuckle, her face twisted in agony.
"GET UP!" the champion screams as she pulls a handful of Cromwell's auburn locks, this time dragging her closer to the center of the ring and tucking her foe’s head between her clammy thighs.
"THIS IS IT! SAY GOOD BYE TO YOUR HAIR!" Estrina growls as her arms wrap around Elizabeth's waist. Estrina hauls her halfway into the air before dropping her on the back of her neck in a sickening manner!
Supernova (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4iINi9CXmRc)
Elizabeth remains folded, her face etched in pain. The glistening Starfire immediately pops back to her feet, throwing all her weight over the matchbooked Cromwell as she firmly presses her foe’s calves down for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THREEEEEE!!!
DING DING DING!
"AND YOU WINNER OF THIS MATCH...AND STILL...FAWN LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION...ESTRINA STARFIRE!"
The reigning champion shoves the failed challenger onto her hip and shoulder before dropping to a seat herself. Compared to their first three encounters, Cromwell obviously gave her a harder time than before. Perhaps it was the fear of losing her precious locks that kept her fighting hard rather than the title. Nevertheless, Estrina finds relieve in emerging victorious. Tiredly pushing herself back to boot leather, she raises both arms high in glistening glory while the ringside staff readies the equipment.
"BBZZZZZZZZ", the sound of the electric razor jolts the defeated challenger to life. Fearful of what is going to come next, Cromwell tries to make a quiet escape by slowly dragging herself out of the ring when she suddenly feels a tug on her right foot.
"Where do you think you are going Lizzie?" Estrina questions in glee, knowing she will have the honor of taking away the challenger's hair.
"Puh-Please...call it off! I'll do anything else! Jus--not my hair!" the Brit Brat cries and pleads, but the champion drags her back to the center of the ring.
Cromwell scratches and claws, desperately trying to escape when the champion quickly pacifies her with an elbow drop to the back of the head. Grabbing the softened Cromwell by her soon-to-be-gone hair, Starfire puts the failed challenger into a seat set up in the middle of the ring.
Cromwell continues to fight and claw her way out until The Glistening Goddess knocks her silly with a few stiff elbows.
"Honor the deal, Lizzie! You lost!", Starfire snarls as she shuffles behind Cromwell and seals her mouth and nose with her hot perspiring armpit!
"Maybe this will keep you quiet!"
The champion grinds hard, making sure to get every bit of sweat onto her foe’s face and knock her out. Cromwell struggles hard initially, pulling the champion's hair, hoping for her release. But her movements slow and eyelids begins to flutter.
Soon enough, the challenger is out cold and can no longer fight the inevitable. Estrina asks for the equipment and props Cromwell's head as she slowly runs the razor through her rival’s sweat-soaked mane. As strands of her auburn locks fall to the ground, the crowd cheers loudly, satisfied with the ordeal the hated catfighter has to endure.
"Hey ringboy, mirror please!"
Estrina walks to the ropes and sweeps off whatever hair sticking to her sweat-slicked body.
With the mirror, Estrina returns to Cromwell and gently slaps her awake while holding it in front of Cromwell, eager to reveal her foe’s new look.
Cromwell slowly opens her eyes and blankly looks into the mirror as if she doesn't know who the person is. The realization sinks in.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!", Cromwell shrieks in the highest of pitches, her hands searching for her formerly lush hair, finding only where it used to be.
"Haha, looking for these?", Estrina grabs a handful of auburn strands off the canvas and brandishes it in front of Lizzie.
"You'll pay! I swear! You'll paaaaayyyy!!!!!" Cromwell screams, tears welling in her eyes.
"Oh look at you now! You look like a boy! Never knew we did mixed wrestling!" Estrina teases as she playfully rubs Lizzie's head.
"Well, cya later. Boy."
Estrina struts out of the ring and collects her belt from the official before making her way back up the ramp.
All the while, Elizabeth stares dagger at the champion, swearing revenge as tears runs down her face, trying to cover as much of her shorn scalp as she can with her arms.