Post by hawkeye on Jan 8, 2020 0:49:02 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from the Good Ol’ U.S.A., she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-four pounds. She is the Every Lass, the All American’s All American, this is LADY LIBERTY!”
This proclamation brought the FAWNatics, undoubtedly proud Americans one and all, rose to their feet and applauded from that first, triumphantly upbeat note. Lady Liberty emerged through the curtains and into sight mere moments later, the spotlights zeroing in on that megawatt smile, those sapphire eyes and curls spun from gold. She stood with one foot crossed lightly in front the other and one hand placed upon her curvy hip as she saluted crisply with the other, the actions repeated across the arena, the young woman surely little older than being the teen and yet carrying herself with absolute assurance. It was an unfaltering confidence that was spellbinding and accompanied by a smile that was heart warming.
LADY LIBERTY:
Salute delivered, the Girl of Every State journeyed down the aisle and toward the ring, reaching out and clasping offered hands to deliver a firm shake, pausing at quick intervals to engage in extremely short, yet much welcomed exchanges, the words spoken meant only for those involved. So much about her was an enigma, the Girl called Liberty, her true identity a mystery and her accent oddly lacking any telling regional accent and yet, somehow, combining many. She could have come from anywhere within America, and many here today dared to believe that she came from their hometown.
About her sublimely athletic frame she wore the colors of her country, the American Flag snugly fitting about her every crowd pleasing curve. The sports top was white, the torch of liberty aflame across her bosom, sapphire bikini briefs decorated with a smattering of stars, gloves that reached her elbows a dazzling blue while her boots were a radiant red. She wore these colors with obvious pride and nothing in the way of irony or cynicism, and it was impossible for the patriotic FAWNatics in attendance to not love her for it.
Her pace was swift, measured and assured, her bearing steady and breathing controlled, the young woman stepping away from the adoring public and displaying her photogenic properties, the flash photography capturing her every movement as she waved to the applauding crowd and ascended the steel steps. She slipped into the ring between the top and middle ropes, ducking low and popping back up into a short series of practice stretches, nimbly preparing herself as she headed towards her corner, saluting once more before patiently, and politely waiting for referee Craig Long to confirm to his satisfaction that she had not brought anything illegal with her into the coming contest. Of course she had not and it wasn’t long before the Girl Called Liberty was settled into her corner to await tonight’s challenge.
The crowd was still coming off its red, white and blue fervor when the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Belasco Maine, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-three pounds, she is the First Degree Femme Fatale and the Icy Manipulator! They call her MISS MURDER, she is ELISE WINTERREST!”
All the good feelings called forth by Liberty’s arrival curdled into poisonous disdain as the pounding, staccato drumbeat of Royal Blood’s ‘Out of the Black’ oozed from the speakers. A few seconds later Elise stepped into view and spread her arms wide, Miss Murder daring this chorus of banality to properly recognize her presence. They kicked up the volume that much more, their palpable disdain raising a beautifully cruel grin that got that much scarier when the house lights went down, then blazed forth in an eerie, fiery red. Oh so willing to paint over the green half of the holiday season with a double dose of crimson carnage, the Red Widow trained her eyes on Lady Liberty as she started down the ramp.
OUT OF THE BLACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VnTkH7ZvKKs
ELISE WINTERREST:
Mildly amused by the jeers and boos aimed in her direction, Elise was a vision of malignant beauty in her usual chalk-outline ’REDRUM’ tee, the one that offered up a fine view of her lycra-sheathed midsection as well as her matching black elbow and knee pads and gleaming black boots that ended an inch south of her knee.
Slowing to a near halt as she reached the foot of the ramp, Winterrest slunk over to one of the jeering throng and placed a finger to his lips to make sure proper attention was paid when her anthem noted ‘So don’t breathe when I talk, ‘Cause you haven’t been spoken to.’ Dismissing the oaf before he’d fully come to grips with her presence, the First-Degree Femme Fatale sauntered up the steps, dipped between the ropes and claimed the center of the ring for her very own. Dark eyes locked on the hard camera, Elise took the bottom edge of her shirt in both hands and peeled it overhead to fully reveal the black halter style one-piece with its four bright red slashes across the front. Tossing the garment to Craig Long without making eye contact, Winterrest rounded on Roxie and placed a fingertip at the top of each of those ugly slashes. Then she sloooooooowly traced them all the way to the bottom, figuratively ‘spilling her guts’ even as the lights returned to normal.
Rounding on Lady Liberty with a malicious smile, Elise looked her adversary up and down, then backed into the opposite corner so the official could check her pads and boots. “A spirited blonde with a strong moral compass?” she purred as Craig finished his perusal. “Why, she’s just what I wanted! How did you know?” “Ummmmmhhh… just a guess?” he replied. “Regardless, it’s the thought that counts. Please don’t be offended if I break her before the night’s over. I tend to play rough with my presents.”
Lady Liberty pushed off the buckles at the sound of the opening bell, Elise mirrored her a heartbeat or two later, the cagey brunette seemingly hanging back to make sure the All American’s All American wasn’t going to rush her in the corner. Of course such seditious thoughts had never crossed Liberty’s mind, indeed she halted her advance in the center of the squared circle to allow Winterrest the luxury of a slow approach. Rolling her shoulders as she settled into a loose grappler’s crouch, the blonde called, “Whenever you’re ready, Elise. Just make sure you’re ready because the Ledger of Liberty says you’ve got a reckoning coming.”
Elise answered with a cool, amused smile, though she was careful to stop a little outside easy lunging distance. “Your lack of irony is… refreshing, I must admit.” Winterrest murmured. “And it takes an almost uncanny level of self-confidence to adorn yourself in the colors of an entire nation, especially considering you’re facing a noted iconoclast.”
The Star Spangled Sweetheart snorted, but otherwise held her ground. “It’ll take far greater than you to make these colors run, Elise.”
“Oh, you needn’t worry about the white or the blue.” Ms. Murder replied. “The red however, that will run quite free--”
CRAAACK!
In no mood for Elise’s poisoned tongue, Liberty stepped in and laid a heavy Overhand Slap atop her opponent’s pale décolletage! Winterrest snarled, pointed her right shoulder at Lady Liberty and fired off a Knife-Edge Chop that soared through the air most recently occupied by her foe’s throat! As for the Lady herself, she dipped beneath the strike to wheel ‘round on Elise’s six whereupon reaching she raised both hands to the rafters and brought them CRA-CRAAACKING down between opposing shoulders!
Winterrest yowled, then whipped around on her heel and lashed out with Backfist aimed at NO DICE! Liberty blocked it with a hasty but effective guard, swatted the brunette’s arm down and laid a flare of rocket’s red hurt on the taller wrestler’s chest with a Knife-Edge Chop of her own! Rocked back on her heels by this early flurry, Winterrest made to protect her stinging bounty with one arm only to effectively offer up her right wrist to the Every Lass, who snatched hold and sent Elise into the strands with an Irish-- Winterrest dug in her heels, grabbed onto Liberty’s wrist and gifted her with the Whip instead! Lady L accepted this reversal without complaint, indeed she was smiling brightly when she hit the ropes and raced back the way she’d-- Elise charged out to meet her with a running Knife-Edge Chop that might’ve taken Liberty’s head clean off if the blonde hadn’t thrown herself into a tumbling somersault at the last possible second!
Cursing in a most unladylike fashion, the Wolf of Winter spun to follow the elusive lightweight just as Liberty was reaching the opposite side of the squared circle. Elise charged flat out and Lady Liberty did the same, neither wrestler showing the slightest bit of give as the distance between them burned away to noth-‘OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!’ from that sold-out crowd when the Lady leapt straight up, her knees rising to only inches beneath her chin! Arranged thusly, she planted both feet against Winterrest’s chest and pushed down with every bit of her hundred and twelve pounds to THAWHAM Elise down flat with the Bristol Stomp!
BRISTOL STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qXeNpqiXK_U
The Lady snapped off a salute the moment her feet touched the canvas, then dropped backward across Winterrest’s midsection and hooked the far leg for an abrupt…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Malicious Mainer kicked out and barrel-rolled toward the ropes presumably to take a breather on the outsi--“NO YOU DON’T!” Liberty overtook the retreating battler with a diving, low-flying Splash that landed across the taller woman’s lower back. With Elise pinned flat on her belly, Lady Liberty secured a double handful of hair and hurried to her feet with the brunette in tow. “Bad girls don’t get to play outside, Elise.” the blonde explained. “They have to sit in the corner and think about what they’ve done!”
Miss Murder had no interest in such introspection, alas, Liberty didn’t give her the right to refuse before she charged the nearest ring-post and BWUUUNGED Winterrest’s noggin into the top buckle! Legs still weak thanks to that wicked Stomp (the Splash hadn’t done her any favors either) Elise lost her balance and crumpled to her knees before she turned around and settled down on her butt. “Ropes… ropes, Long!” she called to the official knowing full well that the blonde that the blonde had already raced to the far corner.
Craig heard and he actually managed a step toward the vulnerable grappler, Lady Liberty on the other hand outpaced him at least ten to one, the Every Lass flying by the ref to greet Elise in the corner with a pair of high impact knees that THWHUMPED against the brunette’s chest and shoulders! Bounced away from her target by the residual momentum, Liberty grabbed hold of Elise’s ankles and draaaaaaaagged her forward just far enough to keep the ropes out of reach when she covered Winterrest for the…
SEATED DOUBLE KNEES IN CORNER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZhdQc-hF9PM
ONE…
TWO…
Elise shoved clear just after ‘TWO!’ and immediately scrambled to a seat with her back against the safety of the ropes. “Tell me, Long.” she huffed to the referee. “Are you actually going to keep that brat back or do I have to knock you out in the hopes they’ll send a more competent replacement? And you…” she turned a furious, narrow glare on Lady Liberty. “I’m astounded you can so brazenly sport the red, white and blue when yellow is clearly your best--”
Liberty came at her with a Basement Dropkick that would’ve added some fresh bruises to Elise’s bust if the Wolf of Winter hadn’t twisted out of the way, leaving the startled blonde to split her wickets against the middle rope with an unpleasant ‘twaaaaaaang!’
“Dear me, that looked exceptionally awful.” Winterrest murmured to the cringing wrestler. “Please, allow me to assist you.” Brooking no insolence on this topic, Elise buried her hands in Lady Liberty’s hair and yanked her head off the canvas only to THWHUNK it back down no less than half a dozen times!
“Enough, Elise! Enough! She’s in the ropes!” Craig demanded of his charge once it was clear Winterrest had no intention of stopping the bludgeoning anytime soon.
Eyes shiny with vicious incredulity, Miss Murder snapped, “As was I, you selectively oblivious cretin! Perhaps you should resolve to bring the tiniest bit of objectivity to your chosen profession?”
“Hey, that’s not fair! She ran right by--”
Elise dismissed the weak rebuttal with the flick of a hand, stood up and slipped through the ropes that still held Liberty’s sprawled legs. Noting the boos when she turned her back on the FAWNatics, Winterrest brought her right hand to her lips, gave it a kiss and promptly swatted those be-smooched fingers against her backside to make sure the throng understood her sentiment. From there she took hold of the top rope in both hands and vaulted back into the ring to SPIKE the point of her right elbow between Lady Liberty’s breasts. The subsequent kicking of opposing legs freed Liberty from the strands which made it a bit easier for Elise to haul her out to the center where she went for a Crossbody and the…
SLINGSHOT ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mRYG2HNqyxU
ONE…
TWO…
The Star Spangler Sweetheart kicked loose simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ much to the delight of the crowd and Elise as well, apparently. “So glad you’re not packing it in already.” the brunette admitted as she hauled the smaller wrestler to verticality. “There’s so much I want to show you… to do TO you.”
“Duuuhhh… do your worst, ElisSUURRRGGHH!”
Standing behind but perpendicular to her opponent (Winterrest’s left shoulder was effectively between the Lady’s shoulders) Elise cinched that arm around Liberty’s neck and bore down on a Sleeper! The Lady’s arms wind-milled wildly for several seconds before she steadied her nerves and grabbed hold of Winterrest’s encroaching forearm. Baring her teeth as the blonde’s fingers dug in, Elise palmed the back of Liberty’s head and presssssssssssssed forward to better kink the smaller wrestler’s windpipe. “Ask her.” she said to the referee. “I want to see if she can answer without quaver--”
“NO!” Liberty grunted before Elise could even finish her taunt. “I will not surrender to the likes of NGH! NGH! NNNNGGGGHHH!”
Miss Murder pivoted into the blonde so she could drive the broadside of her thigh up into Lady Liberty’s lower back once, twice, three times! “To the likes of me?” the brunette scoffed. “Were you about to say, you won’t surrender to the likes of me? Oh my pretty little patriot, allow me to show you just what someone the likes of me can inflict upon the likes of you.” On that ominous note she yoked up on the Sleeper while simultaneously thrusting her hip into the small of Liberty’s back. In the same breath Elise dropped to her knees to flip the Every Lass up, over and DOWN onto her belly with a booming inversion on the traditional Headlock Takedown!
INVERTED HEADLOCK TAKEDOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ipuV0_qM49U
Winterrest released the grip on impact, returned to verticality and casually placed the sole of her left boot against her opponent’s cheek. Hands on her hips, Elise pressed down and grrrrrooooooooound into the blonde’s features like she was trying to crush a particularly noxious insect.
Lady Liberty wailed aloud and kicked her feet until she managed to shove Winterrest’s foot away. “Callous fiend.” Liberty groaned. “You’ll come to regret treading on RRRRGGGGHHHH!”
Seemingly oblivious to the blonde’s threats, Elise took several steps back, then rushed in and planted a quick but heavy Stomp between the Lightweight’s shoulders! Elise sauntered away with her arms spread wide, the black-clad battler daring the crowd to give her as much of their hate as they cared to muster. “Anything to say now, milady?” Winterrest chided once she’d circled back and helped herself to a huge handful of blonde hair. Liberty held her tongue for the moment, so Elise peeled her off the canvas and swept into place behind, the vicious bendy-back wedging her head beneath the Lady’s left arm. A combination of Half Waistlock and one hand palmed against blonde thigh allowed Winterrest to boost her burden onto the point of her right shoulder, a position she held long enough for the Malicious Mainer to spin in a slow circle, all the better to show off those star-spangled briefs. From there she swung her down and sank to one knee, Elise just THWHUMPING her foe’s pert glutes with a perfect Atomic Drop!
Liberty bounced unpleasantly on impact, but escape was long in coming because Winterrest immediately hoisted her blonde into the perch she’d so previously occupied. Some of the more salacious FAWNatics cheered for a second Atomic Drop, but rather than repeat herself Winterrest charged into the nearest corner and BWUUUNGED her chest-first into the top turnbuckle, a landing that left the blonde’s legs threaded over the middle rope and her tush resting on the second turnbuckle. T’was an awkward arrangement to be sure, though it wasn’t actually painful until Elise slipped her hands beneath Liberty’s biceps and clamped down on her breasts with a greedy double Claw!
“Nnnnnnnnngggggggggghhhhh!” the Lady groaned through gritted teeth in a game but ultimately doomed effort to deny the brunette any evidence of her suffering. “Guuuuhhhh… unhand me, Winterrest! I’m in the ropEROOOOOOOHHHHH!”
“Oh, just shut your mouth, won’t you?” Elise cooed in Liberty’s ear. “I haven’t even bothered to go under your top!”
This didn’t mean a damned thing to Lady Liberty or Craig Long, the latter of which hurried over to second the former. “Ropes, Elise. Don’t make me warn you again.”
“Allow me to see if I understand.” Miss Murder sneered. “It’s my grip that’s troubling you? Perhaps this will be more to your liking.” Breaking the tawdry grip, Winterrest crooked her hands into talons and savagely RAAAAAAKED the blonde’s strong, tanned back! Unfortunately for Winterrest this scratching-post treatment was no more pleasing to the official, which explained his brisk count of, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Irked by the disgustingly biased officiating, Elise scored Liberty’s back from shoulders to buttock no less than half a dozen times before Craig reached ‘FOUR!’ Only then did she raise her hands to shoulder-level, a show of restraint that succeeded in fooling the zebra long enough for Winterrest to lace her hands across the smaller wrestler’s chin. From there she hopped up, wedged her knees between those abraded shoulders and laid out flat to THWHUMP Liberty’s abused six with a picture perfect Lungblower!
ROPE-HUNG LUNGBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0mR1Tq-Qocw
The Lady bounced sideways and landed flat on her tummy in an ungainly sprawl that suggested an easy near-fall, but Elise ignored it because the blonde’s boots were so close to the bottom rope. So rather than try to end the match she helped herself to Liberty’s hair and hauled her to her knees. “You’re looking a bit the worse for wear, little girl.” Winterrest teased. “I think a little respite in the ropes would do you a great deal of good.”
The All American’s All American didn’t like this idea in the slightest and would’ve said as much if Elise hadn’t turned her around and pressed her throat snug against the second strand! Taking hold of the top rope in both hands, the Wolf of Winter threaded her legs around Lady Liberty’s head, crossed her ankles and leaned back while simultaneously squeeeeeeeeeeeeezing for all she was worth!
ROPE-HUNG HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KVSbfaREOHo
“Dammit Elise, get her out of the ropes!” Craig demanded at once.
“Not until I’m finished with my pony ride, asshole!” Elise punctuated the counterpoint by bouncing in place, the limber brunette just DRIVING her tush down onto Liberty’s shoulders while Long counted off, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Winterrest disengaged at ‘FOUR!’ and strutted away while Liberty pushed clear of the strands and crawled her way toward the center of the squared circle. This awkward scrabbling brought her a bit too close to Elise, who made her pay for the encroachment by hauling her up into a Front Facelock. Anyone anticipating more theatrics from Miss Murder were genuinely surprised when Winterrest simply kicked both feet forward and dropped to her back to THWHONK the crown of Lady Liberty’s skull against the deck with her Murderous DDT! Liberty slow tumbled to a boneless starfish and didn’t offer any resistance when Elise slid across her chest and cradled the far leg for…
MURDEROUS DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z_TAXYiCgXg
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Liberty shot an arm into the air, keeping herself in the match for at least another three seconds. Winterrest showed no irritation over the blonde’s escape, indeed she looked quite satisfied as she shoveled the Lady onto her stomach and claimed a heavy seat in the hollow of her back. Catching hold of the blonde’s bicep just above her elbows, Elise peeled Lady Liberty’s torso off the canvas, then draped her arms over her own posted thighs and hooked her right arm around Liberty’s throat. With the Lady’s chin caught in the crook of her elbow, Winterrest locked her hands and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on a particularly aggressive Camel Clutch! Winterrest let the hold sit for a good ten seconds before she asked, “Ready to submit, princess?”
“Nuuuuhhhh…no. NO!” Liberty groaned. The Star Spangled Sweetheart worked her shoulders in determined little circles until she managed to wrest her right arm offa the brunette’s thigh.
“I’m so glad to hear you say that, Libby. I truly am.”
Winterrest slid backward, planted her tush between Lady Liberty’s splayed stems and CRANKED back that much harder! Liberty stopped reaching and planted both hands on the mat to alleviate the very worst of the strain on her neck and back. Even so, it was only a matter of seconds before Craig Long knelt beside the action to check on his suffering charge. “How are you doing, Liberty? Need me to call for the bell?”
“I… I never call for the bell of surrender, citizen!” the blonde grimaced. “Only the bell of freedomMMERRRHHHH!”
Winterrest shifted her grip slightly and leaned back all the farther, this increased strain forcing Liberty to scrabble fitfully at the other woman’s clasped fingers. “You’re making unnecessary distinctions, my friend.” Elise cooed. “Painfully unnecessary, if I may say so. In this case freedom and surrender are one and the sa--”
“Never.” Lady Liberty grunted. “They are NEVER the same, Winterrest.”
Setting her hands to the canvas once again, Liberty couldn’t muster the leverage to crawl, so she scrabbled / slid in a sort of awkward quarter-circle that put her a little bit closer to the sanctuary of the strands. It also allowed her to plant her right knee and between that and her palms the Pretty Patriot began to drag their combined weight along the can-- Miss Murder halved the Chinlock, slipped her left arm beneath the smaller wrestler’s left shin and trapped it in the crook of her elbow before reapplying the Chinlock. A moment passed and then she’d mirrored the technique on the right, thus robbing the Lady of both legs. With Liberty’s feet crossed snug against her chest, Winterrest leaned forward and CRAAAAAAAAAAANKED back to wrench the trapped wrestler into an agonizing ‘U’!
MURDEROUS CAMEL CLUTCH @ 00:56
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nno89GnzAEg
“The toes of your boots are only inches from the back of your head, little girl.” Elise cooed over the FAWNatics’ urgent refrain of ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ “Would you like me to bring them together? Or would you like to submit?”
Pushed up on the tips of her fingers due to the added strain, Liberty couldn’t shake her head ‘no’ but she found the energy to growl, “Nuuuuhhhh… NO! You’ll never break my will, citizZEEEERRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!”
Winterrest poured on the tiniest bit more and now the adversaries were eye to an eye, an especially impressive development considering Lady Liberty’s noggin was practically upside down because of the Murderous Camel Clutch. “Say it again, brat.” the brunette hissed. “Look me in the eye and refuse, if you can.”
“I SAID NEVER!” Liberty bellowed with surprising ferocity. There still wasn’t much she could do from the vulnerable position but her tenacity ultimately paid off because Elise abruptly released the Chinlock, allowing the strained blonde to stretch out in a facedown sprawl. Allowing herself a moment to swipe some invisible grime from her palms, the Wolf of Winter slid around to her opponent’s right side, hooked the Half Nelson and shoveled her onto her back for an arrogant pin that saw her palm Liberty’s face and tummy for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Lady raised a shoulder to keep herself in the match, an effort that might’ve been worth celebrating if Elise hadn’t immediately plunged both hands into her prey’s hair. “It’s so delightful when my opponents speak in absolutes.” Winterrest said to no one in particular while she hauled Liberty up alongside. “I’ll always, you’ll never, I absolutely LOVE making a liar of those who’d dare let such words pass their lips. You’re no exception, bytch.”
Shifting one hand to Liberty’s waistband, Elise whipped ‘round in a half circle, then charged the ropes on the far side and flung her burden out into the voiNO! The All American’s All American caught hold of the top strand in both hands and skyhooked her way into a safe, albeit awkward landing on the apron. Winterrest didn’t actually see the blonde save herself, she’d turned her back to better taunt the fans that were calling for her blood. Their ebullient bleating got her attention soon enough and she charged at Liberty with a Forearm Smash cocked and read-“NGH!”
The Star Spangled Sweetheart caught her coming in with a straight right hand that put a serious wobble in Elise’s usually strong legs. But she didn’t go down or even retreat out of reach, so Liberty caught hold of her hair and ran down the narrow ledge with Winterrest stumbling in her wake so she could BWUUUNG the taller battler’s forehead offa the top turnbuckle! Now Elise did make a break for it, the startled brunette pie-facing her opposition before she turned tail and headed for the opposite corner. Not about to let the sadist escape without some serious retribution, Lady Liberty somersaulted back into the squared circle and hit the canvas in an effortless tumble that took her halfway across the ring before she popped out in a straight vertical leap only inches from her surprised opposition! Hooking her right arm around Winterrest’s neck, Liberty palmed the back of her rival’s skull and dropped to her back to THWONK Miss Murder flat on her face! Winterrest bounced onto her back so the resurgent blonde trapped both legs in a snug bundle and folded her in half with a Back Press that pointed Elise’s rump toward the rafters through…
ROLLING THUNDER FLATLINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JnbZL-RRCBg
ONE…
TWO…
Miss Murder kicked out just after ‘TWO!’, prompting a disappointed groan from those gathered for Season’s Beatings. Liberty wasn’t among that number, indeed the blonde looked more determined than ever as she hauled Winterrest back to wobbly-legged verticality. Soon as that was accomplished Lady Liberty caught Elise at the scruff of the neck and charged at the ropes. The crowd wasn’t quite sure what the Pretty Patriot had in mind so there was an audible ‘oooooooohhhh!’ when the Lady vaulted clear over the strands to land on the apron while simultaneously TWANGING Winterrest’s throat against the rubber-coated steel!
Eyes popping wide as her windpipe compressed down to almost nothing, the black-clad brunette bounced away from the ropes, landed awkwardly on her shoulders and flopped backward onto all fours. As for Liberty, she remained on the apron, lined up directly in front of her adversary with the middle rope clasped in both hands. As of yet unaware that she was set before a firing squad, Winterrest took several rough breaths, then flipped hair out of her eyes and clambered to boot-leather. Lady Liberty slung herself between the top and middle ropes as she did so, the nimble blonde repeating the same tumble ‘n leap that’d been a precursor to the Flatliner but this time she just leaned back and THWHAPPED the soles of her boots into Winterrest’s chest for a gorgeous Dropkick!
ROLLING THUNDER DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XoARKIRmC_s
Elise hit the deck with an audible thud which in turn prompted another round of calls for a cover. Liberty didn’t ignore them but she didn’t precisely heed them either, at least not at that very instant. Rather she bounced into the ropes at her back and sprinted across the ring to hop into an easy landing on the middle rope. The subsequent leap looked equally effortless, Lady Liberty flipping backward through the aeather to come down with every bit of her hundred and twelve pounds THWHUMPING across Elise’s fluttering midsection! Rocking back on her haunches upon impact, the Lady slid one leg between Winterrest’s stems, hooked her left leg behind the knee and cranked that whole limb up in a tight Half Matchbook that lasted through…
QUEBRADA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ReZL3ICiEo
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Elise slipped from beneath the cover without creating much in the way of separation, meaning it didn’t take Lady Liberty long to help herself to the brunette’s ankles. “You took me to the limit a few minutes ago, citizen.” Liberty admitted while tucking Elise’s boots beneath her armpits. In the spirit of fair competition, it seems only right that I return the favor.
“Fuuuhhhh… fair competition is for guileless idiots like youWHOOAAANNEERRRGGGGHHH!”
Liberty rolled Winterrest onto her stomach, stepped over and sat down to sink in a DEEP Boston Crab! The ‘TAP!’ chants started at once, but the Star Spangled Sweetheart was a patient sort of grappler and she worked the hold for a full ten seconds before she looked to Craig Long and said, “Ask her, please.”
“Ask her, pwease.” Winterrest’s tone was hatefully mocking, yet not so much that it covered strain in her voice. “Honestly Liberty, how do you ever expect this locker room of hard cases and psychopaths to take you seriousRRRGGGGHHHH!”
Lady Liberty stood up, then sat right back down, the svelte blonde lightweight smashing her rump into the small of Elise’s strained back. “Ask her, Craig.” she said quietly. “Ask her if she submits.”
“What do you say, Elise?” the ref inquired. “Need me to call for the--”
The Wolf of Winter gouged her claws into the canvas and puuuuuuussshed herself up until there was a good five to six inches between her tummy and the deck. “All I need you to do is never, EVER, speak again!” Elise snarled as she set off on a painful crawl in the direction of the ropes. Liberty frowned when Elise began her slow motion jailbreak, though the blonde made no effort to halt her foe’s progress. Rather she rocked up ‘n down on the crab, forcing Winterrest to carry all of her weight every step of the way. The increasingly pained groans from the brunette told Liberty the tactic was working, unfortunately Winterrest’s pace never slowed in spite of the painful strain.
A glance over one shoulder confirmed that Elise would reach sanctuary in seconds, so the Lady bounced her backside once more, then stood up and marched back to the middle of the ring with a flailing, scrabbling Elise clawing desperately at the mat! “SNEAKING TRAMP!” she bellowed. “LET ME GO OR I’LL UUUFFFFHHHH!”
The Pretty Patriot released Winterrest’s feet to put her on all fours just so she could hop up and THWHUMP a short-range Butt Bomb into those traumatized vertebrae! Elise’s legs collapsed while her hands remained firmly planted, so Liberty straightened up, swung ‘round in a half circle and took possession of the other wrestler’s biceps so she could drape them over her thighs. Hands clasped beneath Winterrest’s chin, Lady Liberty dipped into a deep squat and leaaaaaaaaaned back to complete the Dawn’s Early Light!
DAWN'S EARLY LIGHT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=W0G_yk8Zob0
“AAAAARRRRHHHHHH!” Elise wailed in anguish, her legs bicycling wildly as she tried to gain some purchase on the canvas. “AAAARRRRRRHHHHH! LET ME GO YOU GOODY TWO SHOES BYTCHHEEERRRRGGGGHHHH!”
The All American’s All American set her feet flat and reefed the hold that much tighter. “Not until you wave the white flag, citizen.” she explained. “Not until you’ve seen the error of your eeerrrrrggggggggghhhhh!”
Absolutely unwilling to comply with such a demand (as far as Elise was concerned her ways were perfect) Miss Murder crooked her hands into talons and dug deep into the backsides of Liberty’s thighs! It wasn’t imposition enough to force a break, but the Lady did have to shift her weight to better endure the catty counter and that in turn let Winterrest lock her arms around the smaller grappler’s thighs. Sliding a knee beneath her a few seconds later, Elise returned to verticality with Lady Liberty strapped to her back for any number of unpleasant--“OOOFFFFHHH!”
Liberty abandoned the Chinlock for a single stiff Bionic Elbow jammed into the crown of her adversary’s skull! Winterrest forgot all about the piggyback ride in favor of tending to her aching skull, not that she actually got a chance to do so because Lady Liberty palmed her shoulders in each hand and launched herself into a voluntary Electric Chair atop the brunette’s shoulders. No death wish this, however. The Every Lass tucked in and somersaulted down in front of Elise to flip the startled battler onto her back while landing on her tush with a comfortable little thump. Legs hooked tight atop Miss Murder’s shoulders, Liberty leaned forward, caught hold of Winterrest’s left leg and drew it back in a strong Half Matchbook that got Craig and the crowd counting…
VICTORY ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngj5qxr9Yyw
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Elise jolted free of the Victory Roll with so little time to spare the usually unflappable Lady questioned the official with three incredulous fingers. “Sorry Liberty, just two.” Long replied.
“Nothing to be sorry about, citizen.” Liberty was already on her feet and backing away from the brunette to line up her next move, “it just means there’s still work to be done.”
As of yet unaware of the blonde lurking in her blind spot, Elise took several deep breaths en route to full verticality. A chance peak at the FAWN’tron revealed Lady Liberty’s position, but instead of sharing this information with the rest of the class she took a tottering step forward and crumpled to one knee before sloooooowly righting herself once more. Projecting an aura of exhaustion that was only partly feigned, Winterrest turned as the crowd started to cheer, meaning she got a glimpse of Lady Liberty going airborne to ‘smeck’ her thighs around the brunette’s noggin for a Tilt-A-Whirl HeadscissOH NO! Strapping her arms around the blonde’s midsection before she could disengage, Elise spun through a full rotation, then went up on tiptoes and dropped to her knees to THWHONK the crown of Lady Liberty’s skull into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a gorgeous Tombstone! Liberty crumpled to her back in a glassy-eyed sprawl that would’ve invited a pin from any wrestler looking for wins instead of punishment.
MURDEROUS TOMBSTONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VznVaAYwXR8
Unfortunately for the Pretty Patriot, her opponent’s priorities were skewed heavily toward the latter. Making no effort to keep the smile from her face as she scraped Liberty off the canvas, Elise pulled the blonde’s head under her left armpit and quickly butterflied the Lightweight’s arms in a snug Double Underhook.
“It looks like this poor little Roman Candle’s a dud.” Winterrest told the hard camera with an evil smirk. “Still, there’s no reason we can’t close out with a bang.”
With that she hoisted Liberty high into the air, the blonde’s boots swinging all the way to one o’clock before Elise dropped backward to SPIKE her head against the mat for the second time in less than a minute! Reduced to a red, white and blue smear by this Murder Most Foul, Lady Liberty offered nary a burble of comment when Elise swung a leg over, sat down on her chest and caught hold of both kneepads so she could tuck the blonde’s legs under her arms in a Reverse Matchbook good for the…
MURDER MOST FOUL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwInlEsDu7c
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Miss Murder treated her foe’s upturned glutes to a single derisive swat, then tossed those bundled legs aside so she could be on her feet before the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… ELISE WINTERREST!”
“Get used to the carnage, dear children.” Winterrest hissed as she planted a domineering foot atop Liberty’s belly. “2020 is the Year of the Wolf. And she’ll be dropping bodies left and right.”
Shrugging away when Long tried to raise her hand, Elise delivered a stomp to Liberty’s abs just because she could, then rounded on one heel and left the ring in search of fresh prey.