Post by hawkeye on Apr 13, 2020 1:23:38 GMT
After a quick check on Mabel’s dedication to the Harvard Step Test (still going strong, for those of you wondering) the broadcast cut back to the ring, where the Announcer stood with his mic already raised. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Tokyo Japan, she stands at one point seven meters tall and weighs in at fifty-nine point eight kilograms. She is the Gaijin Extraordinaire, the Joshi Kicking Machine, THIS IS… AUTUMN SAMMAIN!”
Her name served as a harbinger for ‘Clap for the Killers’ which in turn brought Autumn through the curtain shortly thereafter. Slowing to a stop at the top of the ramp, Sammain nodded ever so slightly before launching into a lightning-fast array of punches, chops, elbows, knee strikes and finally kicks, all of which made dangerous little ’whicking’ sounds as they cut the air. Settling back to a zen-like stillness when the kata was finished, Sammain raised her left thumb to her throat and drew it across in a slow slash. With that the lights came up and she started toward the ring.
AUTUMN SAMMAIN:
Hands reached for her at every step and while Autumn was careful to swat as many as she could, the astute observer noted that her attention was divided between the fans and scanning each side of the aisle. Tonight’s match might’ve been a break in her seemingly endless battle against Wicked, but the Dragon of Tokyo was clearly keeping watch for an ambush. For tonight’s skirmish she wore a green sports bra and matching bottoms which were only partially obscured by the half-length Joshi style ‘skirt’. This outer layer was a matching green, save for several inky black slashes running from north to south. The rest of her outfit consisted of black kneepads, matching boots and fingerless green gloves that reached to just below her elbows.
Exploding into a flat out run as she drew closer to her destination, Sammain bypassed the steps in favor of reaching the apron in a single nimble leap. In the next instant she’d leapt to the corner and from there vaulted to a spot near the center of the squared circle. Then and only then did she raise her fist and rend the air with her war cry, a shrill, brutal sound that earned streamers from the FAWNatics from the front row to the upper deck. Lowering her sigil once the storm of black and green trailed off, Autumn retreated to the far corner so she could watch the entryway while Al Carpenter and a few ringside techs worked to clear the canvas.
Those assembled for the March were still cooling down from the Dragon’s fire 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!”
A near universal wave of scorn and disdain from the FAWNatics 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 disgust raising a beautifully cruel grin that got that much scarier when the house lights went down, then blazed forth in an eerie, fiery red. Delighted by the prospect of turning her vaunted opposition into nothing more than a glorified snakeskin belt, the Wolf of Winter trained her eyes on Autumn as she started down the ramp.
ELISE WINTERREST:
Mildly amused by the jeers and boos aimed in her direction, Elise was a vision of malignant beauty in her brand new fog gray ‘JUSTIFIABLE?’ tank-top, an example of sartorial viciousness 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 Al Carpenter without making eye contact, Winterrest rounded on Sammain 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. Autumn didn’t so much as bat an eye, so Elise gave her a sly wave and backpedaled to the far corner so the ref could run through his final inspection.
The bell brought both brunettes out of their corners, Sammain and Winterrest quickly heading toward a lock-up in the center of the squared circle. Hands already raised to shoulder-level in anticipation of a clench or possibly just punching Elise’s mouth, Autumn slowed to a stop when Miss Murder stuck out her left hand. “Autumn Sammain, this is such a pleasure.” Winterrest said without a single trace of irony. “I’ve been waiting to cross your path for a long time.”
Sammain glanced from Elise’s face to her hand and back again. Without so much as a word she flicked her right foot up and across, swatting the proffered handshake aside. “Just how stupid do you think I am, Winterrest?” the Dragon asked.
Elise smiled thinly. “Slightly less so than I did all of ten seconds ago. Now that we know where we stand,” the Icy Manipulator took a step back and extended a hand a second time, albeit over her head for a Test of Strength, “perhaps you’d enjoy kneeling before NGH!”
Autumn snapped a quick kick into her opponent’s right thigh. Wasn’t exactly the most honorable response to a Test of Strength, but Sammain didn’t like Winterrest’s attitude and she meant to improve it by any means necessary.
Elise absorbed the shot with a grimace and snarl, then snorted and said, “Not very sporting, was it? What would your mentors back at the Golden Lotus say?”
Autumn’s eyes narrowed at hearing her dojo’s name in the other brunette’s mouth. “I believe they’d chastise me for not knocking you on your manipulative ass already. So if you’re still interested…” the Joshi Phenom lifted her right hand to the rafters, much to the approval of those assembled.
Elise regarded the invitation with an arched eyebrow. “Oh yes, very much so. But please, allow me to properly prepare my--”
CRAAACK!
She paintbrushed Autumn’s cheek with a Bytch Slap that swiveled Sammain’s head to one side! Autumn snapped back at once and threw herself at Winterrest to initiate the rough clench everyone expected twenty seconds prior. Enduring her opponent’s intruding mitts so she could mash the heel of one palm into Elise’s mouth, Sammain was content to keep it mean-spirited but otherwise legal until Winterrest grabbed a huge handful of hair and yanked her head back so far she was staring up into the overhead lights. Autumn heard Carpenter note the infraction so she didn’t waste any breath complaining. Instead she pushed Elise’s head back a little farther to guarantee a better angle when she flattened her other hand and SLAPPED Winterrest’s mouth.
“That’s it? Elise continued to tug and yank on Sammain’s hair despite the threat of a looming count. “I’d have expected more than some insolent little slap and tickle from the likes of ERRRRRGGGHH!”
Autumn slapped her a second time and punctuated by dragging crooked nails down the Mainer’s cheek! “How’s that, bytch?” the Gaijin Extraordinaire questioned. “Does that ticMMMRRRRHHHH!”
Elise slipped a thumb into the corner of Sammain’s mouth and pushed back like she meant to peel the other brunette’s skin clear off her skull! More than a little irritated by this bratty display put on by two very technically gifted charges, Al Carpenter barked, “All right, enough of this catty crap! Outta the hair, offa the faces, now! ONE! TWO! THREE! FO-HEY!”
Elise bought herself a little time by pulling that claw outta Autumn’s hair, unfortunately for the Joshi Phenom it was only so she could slip that thumb into the other side of her mouth for a double fishhook! Ignoring Sammain’s counter hair-pull, Winterrest powered forward, which in turn made her opponent backpedal into she was smudged against the ropes! Tummying up on the other bendy-back, Elise rose to tiptoe and sneered, “Silly little ninja. Did you really believe you were a match for--”
“Dammit Elise, I said let go of those hooks! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
The Wolf of Winter finally did as bade, Elise throwing her hands to the sky with a disgusted little flourish even as Sammain turned her back to escape further mauling. “Clear her off!” Autumn snarled without looking to the ref. “Clear her off I said, I’m in the ropOOOOOOWWWW BYTCH!”
Miss Murder pressed her fingertips to Sammain’s shoulders and raaaaaaaaaked all the way to the small of her back! “I know EXACTLY where you are, Dragon.” Elise ignored Carpenter during her retreat so she could continue taunting the other brunette. “You’re hiding in the ropes because you can’t bear the touch of my claws!”
Seething in the wake of such rough, derisive treatment, Sammain flipped hair out of her eyes and rubbed at her aching cheeks. She paid the welts on her back no mind, choosing instead to use them as motivation when Elise was pleading for mercy later in the evening. Dark eyes trained on the other brunette, Autumn asked, “You think I’m scared of your claws, little girl?”
Rather than answer, Elise raised her left hand, exhaled on her gleaming nails and made a show of polishing them against the front of her one-piece. “Do I think you’re scared?” she murmured. “A bit too soon to say, I think. But I KNOW you retreated to the ropes to ensure Carpenter here would commit to the break. Perhaps you don’t fear the claws so much as what they can do to your pretty little face.”
Sammain took a deep breath, rolled her shoulders and beckoned the other brunette forward. “Step on up, brat. I’ll show you who’s afraid.”
Winterrest shook her head ‘no’. “And have you whine and moan for a break the instant things don’t go your way? I’d rather not. But if you’re feeling brave, you’re welcome to join me out here.” Elise spread her arms wide, an arrogant show of confidence that earned an ‘oooooooohhhh’ from the FAWNatics.
Didn’t have to ask Sammain twice, she threw herself into the ropes to ensure she crossed the distance between herself and Winterrest in a matter of sec--SMECK! Another tummy to tummy up on tiptoe clench, the pair of near identical brunettes pushing and shoving until “HERRGGGHH!” Elise tried to slash at Autumn’s eyes, but the Dragon swatted that hand aside and made her pay for the attempt by driving a short Headbutt between Elise’s eyes!
The Icy Manipulator staggered back a couple steps that turned into a dozen or more when Sammain raised her right foot, pressed it against her foe’s sternum and sent her into the ropes with a ‘get your ass outta here!’ sorta Push Kick. Elise bounced into the ropes only to launch herself out at once, the Wolf of Winter loping at her prey with one arm extended for a Lar--THWHACK! Autumn saw it coming and made Winterrest pay dearly by planting the soles of her boots squarely in the other woman’s face!
DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1fIBYHqdgj0
Stopped in her tracks by the pinpoint Dropkick, Elise windmilled her arms to keep upright but certainly would’ve ended up flat on her butt if Sammain hadn’t stepped in and hooked her right arm over the Mainer’s left shoulder. Slinging Winterrest’s right arm across the back of her own neck in the same instant, the Dragon of Tokyo caught her foe’s right leg in a quick cradle, then got low and popped her hips to sling Elise halfway across the ring with an Exploder!
Winterrest landed flat and stayed there, an understandable though ultimately poor decision as it made her an easy target for Sammain, who took to the skies once more only to bring her hundred and thirty-plus pounds THWHUMPING down atop Winterrest’s sternum courtesy of a Senton. Autumn bounced to boot-leather and immediately threw herself across Elise’s chest, the veteran quick to hook both legs before the ref dove in to count…
EXPLODER & SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NnAimOmc4fY
ONE…
TWO…
Elise kicked out simultaneous with ‘TWO’ only to find herself stretched out flat because Autumn snatched hold of her right wrist and scissored her legs around the exposed limb. Ankles crossed even before she pulled back, Sammain thrust her hips up, using them to put incredible strain on her opponent’s elbow. Elise screeched and beat her heels against the mat in pained frustration once she realized she couldn’t reach the ropes in her current position.
JUJIGATAME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zcp9hexRxoA
“Ask her.” Autumn said with a smug smile. “Sounds like she doesn’t wanna lose this delicate little arm.”
“Kiss my ass.” Winterrest snapped without so much as a word from Carpenter. “History is shown you don’t have the wherewithal to do any lasting damERGH! ERGH! OOOOOOOWWWW BYTCH!”
Sammain drew her right knee up so she could place that heel against Elise’s cheek and swipe it across her mouth not once, but twice! Still not satisfied, she reset her leg across the trapped wrestler’s chin, then hunched forward and bit down on Winterrest’s thrashing fingers!
“MAKE HER BREAK THE HOLD, IDIOT!” Miss Murder shrieked at the official. “SHE’S BITING ME!”
“Spit her out, Autumn.” Carpenter agreed with Elise’s assessment, though in a much politer fashion. “If I have to count you’re gonna break the whole hold.”
The Joshi Phenom gave him an appraising look, then abandoned the gnawing so she could reef back on the Armbreaker full force. “Pussy.” she taunted her squirming prey. “I thought you wanted a real fight.”
No answer from Winterrest, so Sammain worked the hold for several more seconds before raising her left leg, all the better to THWHAP her heel down on the flat expanse of her opponent’s stomach. “What do you say, Elise?” Al asked after he saw beads of sweat break out on his charge’s forehead. “Need me to call it?”
Elise shook her head ‘no’. “To this soft little pretender? Come now, Carpenter. I thought you were smarRRRRGGGGGHHHH!”
Determined to punish her foe every single time she opened her mouth, Autumn repeated her earlier cheek-grinding tactic, the lissome brunette just maaaaaaassssshing the heel of her boot against Winterrest’s patrician features. “You’re the one that feels soft, Elise.” the Dragon of Tokyo’s voice was cold. “If I didn’t know any better I’d think I’d stepped in gumWHOOAAAAAAAAH!”
Winterrest clamped her free hand around Sammain’s right ankle, rolled onto her side and from there made it to one knee. Doing so *almost* stacked Autumn on her shoulders, though the Joshi Phenom was savvy enough to avoid such a predicament, at least for the moment. What she could not avoid was Winterrest’s right hand, recently fashioned into a fist she brought down between her opponent’s eyes no less than half a dozen tim--“NNNGGGGHHH!” Enduring the punishment with a growing snarl, Autumn braced her foot against Elise’s face one more time and kick / shoved her away to finally break the Jujigatame.
The brunettes tumbled in different directions and rose at different times, Sammain on her feet almost at once, Winterrest making it to one knee a few seconds later. That minor lag might as well have been an insurmountable lead, as Autumn charged forward, hopped up and planted one foot on Elise’s posted thigh. The Shining Wizard should’ve knocked Winterrest flat, instead it was Autumn who ended up on the deck moaning because the Wolf of Winter THUMPED a short but extremely effective Headbutt into the juncture of her attacker’s thighs!
Chuckling at the jeers of the FAWNatics, Elise allowed herself a few seconds to check on her face (abraded, but not bloodied, thankfully) before turning the force of her ire to the groaning Gaijin Extraordinaire. “You’re not thinking of quitting on me, are you my little fire spitter?”
“Not a goddamned chance.” Autumn was curled up on one side with both hands between her legs, but her tone was steely as ever. “Gonna make you bleed, Elise. Gonna make you screAAAARRRGH! RGH! RGH! RGH! RRRRRRGGGGGGHHH!”
Winterrest scrambled onto her opponent’s hip in an aggressive mount, buried both hands in Sammain’s hair and bounced her head against the canvas half a dozen times before she draaaaaaaaaaaaaaagged it back and forth!
“Do you think it‘ll sound like this?” Elise’s eyes shown with cruel pleasure as she carried out her wicked work. “I’d like to believe I could muster something a bit more fearsome. Something like this…” The Wolf of Winter yanked Autumn’s head up, leaned down and SHRIEKED in her ear loud enough to make Sammain cringe.
Al didn’t bother with a warning, he simply started to count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Winterrest dropped Sammain’s noggin and raised her hands to indicate the (relatively) clean break. “Where was that concern when she tried to mangle my face, Carpenter?” the brunette asked without relinquishing her mount.
“Trust me, I’ll be keeping both of you on a short leash.” “Oh, how exciting. Don’t tell Jenny, she might get jealous.”
Ignoring the zebra’s sputtering response, Elise pushed to her feet and made a show of plucking a few strands of the Dragon’s dark hair from her palms before wiping them off on the seat of her one-piece. From there she stepped back, bent down and laid claim to each of the vulnerable wrestler’s ankles. Not that Sammain made it easy for her, mind you. She began to kick and struggle as soon as Elise grabbed hold, the Joshi Phenom furiously bicycling her legs to keep Winterrest from-- Thwap-thwap-thwap!
Miss Murder unleashed a flurry of short kicks (more like stomps, really) to the back of Sammain’s thighs. Snarling in response to this methodical bludgeoning, Autumn spat something unprintable when Elise abruptly yanked her legs apart in something that was almost a Wishbone. Knowing damned well what the sadist had on her mind, Sammain braced her elbows, sat up as best she could and continued trying to pull free. “Don’t even think about it, Winterrest.” Autumn reached a hand forward, doing her best to protect against the inevitable attack. “That’s a line you don’t want to crRRGGGGGHH!”
Smiling wider than ever, Elise pressed the toe of one boot to the center of Sammain’s green trunks and treated her to a much more intimate version of the painful grinding she’d endured while caught in the Jujigatame. “Oh, well this is embarrassing, it really is.” Elise taunted. “Did no one bother to tell you? Threats don’t work on me, bytch.”
“Then how about a promise?” Autumn hissed. “Keep out of my trunks or I’ll AAAAAWWWW!”
The Icy Manipulator raised her foot only to stomp on her foe’s vulnerable crotch! The Dragon sat up like she’d been electrified, then collapsed backward to pound an agonized fist against the canvas. From somewhere overhead she heard Elise purr, “Brace yourself dear girl, we’re just getting started.”
Sammain actually shook her head ‘no’ to plead against further trunk work, which only meant Winterrest derived even more pleasure when she hopped up and kicked both legs between the other brunette’s parted stems. Gravity brought her calves down on Autumn’s inner thighs and her heels deep into the pit of Sammain’s stomach. Technically it wasn’t a Low Blow, not that you’d have known that from Autumn’s nauseated reaction.
BYTCHY FOR THE SAKE OF BYTCHY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RwtsngZgSFs
Somersaulting away from the scene of the crime, Elise came up on one knee and raked a hand through her hair while Sammain drew into a fetal ball to fight off the very worst of the pain. “Hmmmhh, it seems you’re as vulnerable to such base tactics as any other tramp. What a shame.” Elise chided once she’d rose to her full height.
Autumn couldn’t respond, so Miss Murder strolled over, helped herself to a double fistful of hair and forced her to verticality with a rude series of tugs and yanks. Positioned directly in front of her rival, Elise ducked her head and threaded it beneath Autumn’s right arm while simultaneously cinching her arms around the other brunette’s waist. Winterrest was set low enough to fire off a Northern Lights Suplex but the subsequent lift was far higher, so high in fact that the toes of Autumn’s boots pointed all the way to one o’clock before the Wolf of Winter swung down into a gruesome genuflection that THWHUMPED her burden’s crotch against the post of her right knee!
MURDEROUS ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3A_rXTTGfk
Frozen into knock-kneed, pigeon-toed compliance by the power of the Murderous Atomic Drop, Sammain didn’t so much as twitch until Elise collected her noggin in a snug Front Facelock. This was followed by a swift, pitiless (dare I say Murderous?) descent and another bout of twitching as Elise spiked Sammain’s forehead to the deck with a quick DDT! Autumn didn’t flop over onto her back, so Winterrest pivoted around ninety degrees and shot a Half Nelson to do it herself. Quick to hook the far leg, Elise put her free hand to Sammain’s cheek and forced her head to the side while Carpenter counted out…
DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=P7sH0WML29Q
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Autumn flattened one hand into a paddle and clapped it against Elise’s ear to make Miss Murder abandon her mount with half a second to spare. Scowling in disgust as she backed away to regain her bearings, Winterrest circled around on Autumn’s six and raised both hands overhead, the brunette patiently waiting until “OOOOOWWWW BYTCH!” Autumn couldn’t contain a pained wail when Elise raked her talons down the Dragon’s nearly bare back!
“That’s MISS Bytch, to you, loser.” Winterrest sniffed in the midst of taking up a position in front of her seated, scored opposition. “Actually, that’s Miss MURDER.” The correction was still on her lips when Elise whipped around on her left heel to drive the sole of her right boot into Sammain’s forehead with a loud, ugly THWHACK!
SPINNING BACK KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQ3302KaWyo
The snappy strike knocked Autumn flat but Winterrest didn’t try for a pin despite being in good position to do so. Instead she strutted around the groggy Gaijin, grabbed a huge handful of hair and pulled her to a seat. Smiling over some bit of information to which the rest of us were not yet privy, the Icy Manipulator laid down on her left side directly behind the other brunette. In the next instant she hooked her right leg over Autumn’s left thigh and deftly threaded her legs around the other brunette’s right thigh. Only vaguely aware of Winterrest’s hooks thanks to the fogbank between her ears, Sammain only muttered, “Guuuhhhh… get the hell away from meEEEEEEEEEE AAAAAAAAAHHHHH SHYT!”
Elise bore down on the Scissors and YANKED back on Autumn’s left leg to send a massive jolt of anguish radiating out from Sammain’s center! Hunched over to rest on her forearms, Autumn pounded a furious fist against the mat and hissed, “You vicious bytch. I’ll make you pay for AAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHH!” Elise jostled the Wishbone that much harder, the pain of it forcing Sammain to rear back and plant her hands behind her reclining tormentor.
Careful to check on his charges from behind, Al dropped to one knee and said, “What do you say, Autumn? Need me to call for the bell?”
The Joshi Phenom shook her head ‘no’ curled her right hand into a fist and brought it down on the meat of Winterrest’s constricting thigh no less than half a dozen times. “Hell no.” she rasped. “Bytch thinks she’s going to humiliate me into submission, she’s gonna AAAHHHHH!”
Elise eased the pressure a little only to reef back that much harder. “I believe there’s a bit of confusion about our current arrangement.” Winterrest cooed to the suffering brunette. “This is designed to hurt, not humiliate. But if it’s denigration you’re after…” she removed her right arm from around Sammain’s left thigh so she could affix that hand to the center of her opponent’s defenseless trunks!
Autumn and the FAWNatics roared for very different reasons, the former in outraged anguish, the latter a combination of spirited jeers and salacious cheers. “Ask her now, Algernon.” Winterrest cooed as she shifted through a steady rotation of clawing, slapping, raking and pinching. “Ask everyone’s favorite stoic badass if she’s ready to tap to a f*cking Crotch ClaNNNGGGHH!” Fighting to the ropes or simply slipping out of this gawdawful stretch was effectively impossible, so Sammain shifted her weight to her planted right hand and then smashed a hard slap upside Winterrest’s head!
Elise hissed in displeasure but wouldn’t release the hold. Indeed she switched over to a basic clamp and squeezed until Autumn was howling in pain! “SUBMIT!” Miss Murder barked at her writhing prey. “SUBMIT OR I’LL TEAR YOU IN HARRRGGHHH!”
Autumn caught her opponent on the forehead with a Hammer Fist that eased the claw without loosening her poor legs in the slightest. “Let… let go of my legs, slut-witch.” Sammain warned. “Or I’ll cave your goddamned head OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH STAAAAAAAAAAHHHP!”
Elise finally discarded the last shred of what she considered decorum by slipping a three-fingered claw beneath the strained lycra of Autumn’s briefs. “Hhmmmmhhh, looks like you’re not as stoic as everyone thought.” Winterrest hissed. “C’mon Dragon, let’s hear one of those infamous war cries before you EEERRRRGHHHH!”
Understanding she’d have to venture outside the accepted rules to free herself from this hellish trap, Sammain plunged her left hand into Elise’s hair and yanked her head off the canvas only to BWONK it down immediately thereafter! This brutal bludgeoning stilled that questing claw, so Autumn did it again and again and again, the Gaijin Extraordinaire bouncing her opponent’s skull like basketball until finally, mercifully, Elise broke the Wishbone and rolled away cradling her head in her arms. As for Autumn, she collapsed forward onto hands and knees and ever so slowly crawled her way to the ropes, whereupon reaching she turned around and leaned back so she could keep a watchful, furious eye on the Wolf of Winter.
Positioned between but not in the way of his charges, Al Carpenter gave the weary brunettes a double dose of his usual internal five count before he called out, “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX…”
Elise let out a low growl, clambered to boot-leather and flipped hair off her face all while staring daggers at Autumn. Speaking of the Dragon, she rose a heartbeat after Winterrest, the green-clad battler stubbornly refusing to lean against the ropes even though her legs looked far shakier than usual. Allowing herself a slow, deep exhalation, Autumn told Elise, “You’re going to pay for that, witch.”
“What, exactly?” Winterrest chided. “Treating you like a guileless little tramp in the middle of the ring?” she raised her clawin’ fingers and carefully polished them on the front of her one-piece. “Or for almost showing these idiots what you look like when you cu--”
The Joshi Phenom flew across the ring with a Pump Kick that could’ve caved in Elise’s sternum if the Malicious Mainer hadn’t caught her ankle in both ha--“NNNNGHHH!” Autumn sprang off her plant foot only to bring it up and over, that gleaming green boot CRAAACKING offa the side of her opponent’s skull! Elise stumbled to the side without actually going down, so Sammain squared her shoulders and went to work, the icy-eyed veteran unleashing a left hook followed by a quick kick to Winterrest’s left knee and an even faster Leg Sweep that sent Miss Murder to all fours! Nodding curtly when the FAWNatics began to chant ‘F*CK ‘ER UP AUTUMN!’, Sammain ran the ropes to Elise’s left and came back with equal parts celerity and bad intentions, both of which were exemplified by the low-flying Kneestrike she THWHONKED off of Winterrest’s temple!
DRAGON'S RUSH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvXfB1dthc0
The pinpoint shot spun Elise in a circle, meaning her back was to the Dragon when Autumn spun to all fours and flipped to her feet like she hadn’t been waging a war for the last several minutes. Eyes locked on Elise the instant she was vertical, Sammain glanced to the audience just long enough to put an index finger to one ear. The call for a merciless beating grew all the louder, so the Gaijin Extraordinaire stalked over to Elise and scuffed not one, not two, but three quick kicks off the side of her skull. “Stand up, bytch.” Sammain demanded. “You want to work my trunks, the least you can do is stand up straight while I kick that narrow ass up between your should--”
The Icy Manipulator slapped away a fourth shot, sprang to her feet and lashed out with a Haymaker that led with a whole handful of gleaming claws. Not that it mattered in the end, as Sammain dipped beneath the aggressive swipe to take a position on the other brunette’s six. A Toe Kick to the gut doubled Elise over as soon as she turned around, giving Autumn plenty of time to reposition herself on Miss Murder’s right flank. From there she flicked her right leg overhead Rockettes style and brought it down heel-first between Winterrest’s shoulders!
STANDING AXE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mKyoPAsTyGY
Elise cried out, dropped to all fours, cried out again when Sammain snatched a huge fistful of hair. “Hair, Carpenter.” Elise hissed through gritted teeth. “Get this filthy bytch out of my NNNGGHH!” Sammain shut her mouth with a single powerful Kneelift to the point of the chin! The blow didn’t jounce Winterrest’s noggin very much because of the hair-hold, a detail Autumn would’ve appreciated more if Al wasn’t giving her the Stink Eye. Switching over to a much more legal (albeit no less painful) grip on her foe’s ears, Sammain hoisted Elise upright, knocked her back on her heels with a stubby little Push Kick, then planted on her left foot and THWHACKED the right upside Winterrest’s head in a textbook Roundhouse!
The Icy Manipulator swung in a loopy half-circle but didn’t timber to the deck so the Dragon snugged in behind and slapped on a tight Waistlock. Dropping her hips the very instant her hands locked, Sammain took the other brunette up, over and down with a whiplash-inducing bridge that dropped Elise flush on the back of her head and shoulders. Folded in half by the German Suplex, Winterrest showed no signs of life as Al joined the FAWNatics in counting…
ROUNDHOUSE & GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sb5n1jl-1GA
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Wolf of Winter twisted loose from her foe’s trap with half a heartbeat to spare, her continued presence in the matching earning a howling chorus of derision from those assembled. Autumn didn’t seem the least bit out of countenance, in fact she appeared to savor the prospect of continuing her siege on Castle Winterrest. Nowhere was this better exemplified than when she grabbed Elise’s right wrist, forced that hand flat against the mat and pinned it in place with a heavy, grinding heel! “Still feelin’ like a killer, tuff girl?” Sammain snarled over Winterrest’s pained hissing. “Still happy you went inside my trunks?”
“Ungrateful brat.” Elise sneered. “Judging by the reaction your pathetic ass owes me dinner and a movNNNNGGGHH!”
Autumn bounced a knee offa the other brunette’s cheek, cupped both ears and straightened her up just to bury a shoulder in that fluttering tummy. Knotting her hands just beneath the curve of Winterrest’s buns to keep her under control, Sammain muscled her onto that intruding shoulder and charged the both of ‘em into a corner on the far side of the squared circle. Two quick Shoulderblocks followed the initial ‘BWUUUNG’, then the Joshi Phenom slid her coil south to Elise’s thighs, all the better to boost her into a seat on the top turnbuckle. Autumn mounted the second rope immediately thereafter, the voracious Dragon of Tokyo wasting no time collecting the other brunette’s bowed head in a Front Face-- “OOOOHH YOU DISGUSTING BYTRRRRGGGGGHHH!”
In no mood to let Sammain control her descent from this precarious perch, Elise Winterrest let Autumn have one of her arms just so she could grab another greedy handful of her opponent’s togs! Reeling away from the would-be Superplex without ceding her perch on the strands, Sammain palmed Elise’s head in both hands but it was Miss Murder who struck first, the black-clad battler driving a Headbutt between Autumn’s eyes! Now Sammain did lose her balance, falling / pushing away from the corner to land on her feet several steps removed from her adversary. Breathing a sigh of relief with the scaly-faced bytch well out of reach, Elise set her feet on the middle rope and stood--THWHACK! Sammain rushed in, hopped onto the second strand and drove a nasty Shoot Kick into the other brunette’s forehead!
SECOND ROPE SHOOT KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJW9K18HlPw
Winterrest’s legs deserted her and she dropped into an unpleasant seat on the top turnbuckle. As for Autumn, she grabbed Elise’s head and reeled her into another Front Facelock without bothering to leave the canvas. After throwing Elise’s near arm across her shoulders, she caught hold of the Mainer’s waistband and stepped away from the corner while simultaneously powering Winterrest into position directly overhead. Pivoting beneath her burden as soon as Elise reached high noon, Sammain tossed her down and dropped to a seat, the Gaijin Extraordinaire THAWHAMMING her rival to the thinly-sheathed plywood courtesy a deadlift Falcon Arrow! Landing on her tush with Elise’s head directly between her parted stems, Sammain hunched forward, caught Winterrest’s right leg behind the knee and pulled it to her chest in a Half Matchbook good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Elise twitched a shoulder off the canvas to keep herself in the fight for at least another three seconds. Sammain scowled but didn’t let the narrow escape break her pace. Instead she plunged both hands into the Icy Manipulator’s dark locks and forced the both of ‘em to boot-leather with the aggressor standing behind her victim. Slinging her left arm over Winterrest’s left shoulder, Sammain thrust her head beneath Elise’s right arm and slipped her free hand between the she-wolf’s legs, not for a tawdry claw but a mean grip on her inner thigh.
“G’night bytch.” Autumn planted a taunting kiss on her opponent’s cheek, then dipped her knees and hoisted her up and over, Sammain pointing Winterrest’s skull toward the canvas at the same time she dropped to her NO!
Elise somersaulted free of the Autumn Rain to land on one knee while Sammain came down on her tush. The Dragon had time to curse, then she was keening in paralyzed anguish because Winterrest reared back for a punt delivered flush between the thighs! Paying absolutely no attention to the barked warning from Carpenter, Elise hair-hauled the nauseated brunette to her feet in a single convulsive yank and slammed a Kneelift into her crotch just to ensure there was no argument when she tucked Autumn’s head beneath her left armpit and neutralized her arms with a rough Double Underhook.
“Oh F*CK YOU.” Elise snapped at the jeering throng. “You’ll be cheering soon enough!”
On that ominous promise she lifted Autumn high into the air, the Joshi Phenom’s swingin’ aaaallll the way up before Elise dropped backward to SPIKE her head against the thinly-sheathed plywood! Sammain went tent-spike rigid, then sludgy pliable the instant the rest of her touched down. Beside her, Winterrest shot the Half Nelson to roll her over, then swung a leg across and sat down hard on her rival’s pain-slackened features. Quick to wedge the soles of her boots in against the sides of the pinned brunette’s skull. In the same instant she leaned forward, collected Sammain’s left leg and pulled it tight to her chest in a Half Matchbook. Her other hand flew overhead, Miss Murder joining Carpenter in his count of…
MURDER MOST FOUL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lFtX0wdLYgI
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell rang but Elise didn’t relinquish her mount, instead she sent that raised hand south to brazenly tease Autumn’s trunks while the Announcer proclaimed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… ELISE WINTERREST!”
“C’mon, Elise.” Al pleaded. “You won. There’s no need for this.”
The victrix tapped a little nonsense pattern on her mount’s crotch. “Get me a microphone and I’ll consider it.”
Carpenter hurried to the ropes, secured one from a FAWN tech and offered to Winterrest after she’d returned to verticality. Shooing the official out of her shot, Elise swept some loose hair off her face, then turned to the hard camera and placed a foot atop Sammain’s chest.
“Now that the Dragon is properly slain, it’s time I turned my attention to another example of winged vermin… Lenore Lemarchand. I saw you sneak by Lyssa Zahn last month little bird, lest I remind you, there is no sneaking by me. I’ve waited far too long to avenge that…” Winterrest trailed off, her features twisting in hatred at the memory, “…that humiliating FLUKE you visited upon me in the Madhouse. So consider this a challenge for Spring Break you mewling, pale-faced brat. Face me here in this ring… or you’ll face me under far less…controlled, circumstances.”
Challenge delivered, Elise tossed the mic aside and made a point of stamping down on Autumn’s defenseless midriff as she made her way out of the ring and back up the ramp.
*******
Her name served as a harbinger for ‘Clap for the Killers’ which in turn brought Autumn through the curtain shortly thereafter. Slowing to a stop at the top of the ramp, Sammain nodded ever so slightly before launching into a lightning-fast array of punches, chops, elbows, knee strikes and finally kicks, all of which made dangerous little ’whicking’ sounds as they cut the air. Settling back to a zen-like stillness when the kata was finished, Sammain raised her left thumb to her throat and drew it across in a slow slash. With that the lights came up and she started toward the ring.
AUTUMN SAMMAIN:
Hands reached for her at every step and while Autumn was careful to swat as many as she could, the astute observer noted that her attention was divided between the fans and scanning each side of the aisle. Tonight’s match might’ve been a break in her seemingly endless battle against Wicked, but the Dragon of Tokyo was clearly keeping watch for an ambush. For tonight’s skirmish she wore a green sports bra and matching bottoms which were only partially obscured by the half-length Joshi style ‘skirt’. This outer layer was a matching green, save for several inky black slashes running from north to south. The rest of her outfit consisted of black kneepads, matching boots and fingerless green gloves that reached to just below her elbows.
Exploding into a flat out run as she drew closer to her destination, Sammain bypassed the steps in favor of reaching the apron in a single nimble leap. In the next instant she’d leapt to the corner and from there vaulted to a spot near the center of the squared circle. Then and only then did she raise her fist and rend the air with her war cry, a shrill, brutal sound that earned streamers from the FAWNatics from the front row to the upper deck. Lowering her sigil once the storm of black and green trailed off, Autumn retreated to the far corner so she could watch the entryway while Al Carpenter and a few ringside techs worked to clear the canvas.
Those assembled for the March were still cooling down from the Dragon’s fire 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!”
A near universal wave of scorn and disdain from the FAWNatics 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 disgust raising a beautifully cruel grin that got that much scarier when the house lights went down, then blazed forth in an eerie, fiery red. Delighted by the prospect of turning her vaunted opposition into nothing more than a glorified snakeskin belt, the Wolf of Winter trained her eyes on Autumn as she started down the ramp.
ELISE WINTERREST:
Mildly amused by the jeers and boos aimed in her direction, Elise was a vision of malignant beauty in her brand new fog gray ‘JUSTIFIABLE?’ tank-top, an example of sartorial viciousness 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 Al Carpenter without making eye contact, Winterrest rounded on Sammain 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. Autumn didn’t so much as bat an eye, so Elise gave her a sly wave and backpedaled to the far corner so the ref could run through his final inspection.
The bell brought both brunettes out of their corners, Sammain and Winterrest quickly heading toward a lock-up in the center of the squared circle. Hands already raised to shoulder-level in anticipation of a clench or possibly just punching Elise’s mouth, Autumn slowed to a stop when Miss Murder stuck out her left hand. “Autumn Sammain, this is such a pleasure.” Winterrest said without a single trace of irony. “I’ve been waiting to cross your path for a long time.”
Sammain glanced from Elise’s face to her hand and back again. Without so much as a word she flicked her right foot up and across, swatting the proffered handshake aside. “Just how stupid do you think I am, Winterrest?” the Dragon asked.
Elise smiled thinly. “Slightly less so than I did all of ten seconds ago. Now that we know where we stand,” the Icy Manipulator took a step back and extended a hand a second time, albeit over her head for a Test of Strength, “perhaps you’d enjoy kneeling before NGH!”
Autumn snapped a quick kick into her opponent’s right thigh. Wasn’t exactly the most honorable response to a Test of Strength, but Sammain didn’t like Winterrest’s attitude and she meant to improve it by any means necessary.
Elise absorbed the shot with a grimace and snarl, then snorted and said, “Not very sporting, was it? What would your mentors back at the Golden Lotus say?”
Autumn’s eyes narrowed at hearing her dojo’s name in the other brunette’s mouth. “I believe they’d chastise me for not knocking you on your manipulative ass already. So if you’re still interested…” the Joshi Phenom lifted her right hand to the rafters, much to the approval of those assembled.
Elise regarded the invitation with an arched eyebrow. “Oh yes, very much so. But please, allow me to properly prepare my--”
CRAAACK!
She paintbrushed Autumn’s cheek with a Bytch Slap that swiveled Sammain’s head to one side! Autumn snapped back at once and threw herself at Winterrest to initiate the rough clench everyone expected twenty seconds prior. Enduring her opponent’s intruding mitts so she could mash the heel of one palm into Elise’s mouth, Sammain was content to keep it mean-spirited but otherwise legal until Winterrest grabbed a huge handful of hair and yanked her head back so far she was staring up into the overhead lights. Autumn heard Carpenter note the infraction so she didn’t waste any breath complaining. Instead she pushed Elise’s head back a little farther to guarantee a better angle when she flattened her other hand and SLAPPED Winterrest’s mouth.
“That’s it? Elise continued to tug and yank on Sammain’s hair despite the threat of a looming count. “I’d have expected more than some insolent little slap and tickle from the likes of ERRRRRGGGHH!”
Autumn slapped her a second time and punctuated by dragging crooked nails down the Mainer’s cheek! “How’s that, bytch?” the Gaijin Extraordinaire questioned. “Does that ticMMMRRRRHHHH!”
Elise slipped a thumb into the corner of Sammain’s mouth and pushed back like she meant to peel the other brunette’s skin clear off her skull! More than a little irritated by this bratty display put on by two very technically gifted charges, Al Carpenter barked, “All right, enough of this catty crap! Outta the hair, offa the faces, now! ONE! TWO! THREE! FO-HEY!”
Elise bought herself a little time by pulling that claw outta Autumn’s hair, unfortunately for the Joshi Phenom it was only so she could slip that thumb into the other side of her mouth for a double fishhook! Ignoring Sammain’s counter hair-pull, Winterrest powered forward, which in turn made her opponent backpedal into she was smudged against the ropes! Tummying up on the other bendy-back, Elise rose to tiptoe and sneered, “Silly little ninja. Did you really believe you were a match for--”
“Dammit Elise, I said let go of those hooks! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
The Wolf of Winter finally did as bade, Elise throwing her hands to the sky with a disgusted little flourish even as Sammain turned her back to escape further mauling. “Clear her off!” Autumn snarled without looking to the ref. “Clear her off I said, I’m in the ropOOOOOOWWWW BYTCH!”
Miss Murder pressed her fingertips to Sammain’s shoulders and raaaaaaaaaked all the way to the small of her back! “I know EXACTLY where you are, Dragon.” Elise ignored Carpenter during her retreat so she could continue taunting the other brunette. “You’re hiding in the ropes because you can’t bear the touch of my claws!”
Seething in the wake of such rough, derisive treatment, Sammain flipped hair out of her eyes and rubbed at her aching cheeks. She paid the welts on her back no mind, choosing instead to use them as motivation when Elise was pleading for mercy later in the evening. Dark eyes trained on the other brunette, Autumn asked, “You think I’m scared of your claws, little girl?”
Rather than answer, Elise raised her left hand, exhaled on her gleaming nails and made a show of polishing them against the front of her one-piece. “Do I think you’re scared?” she murmured. “A bit too soon to say, I think. But I KNOW you retreated to the ropes to ensure Carpenter here would commit to the break. Perhaps you don’t fear the claws so much as what they can do to your pretty little face.”
Sammain took a deep breath, rolled her shoulders and beckoned the other brunette forward. “Step on up, brat. I’ll show you who’s afraid.”
Winterrest shook her head ‘no’. “And have you whine and moan for a break the instant things don’t go your way? I’d rather not. But if you’re feeling brave, you’re welcome to join me out here.” Elise spread her arms wide, an arrogant show of confidence that earned an ‘oooooooohhhh’ from the FAWNatics.
Didn’t have to ask Sammain twice, she threw herself into the ropes to ensure she crossed the distance between herself and Winterrest in a matter of sec--SMECK! Another tummy to tummy up on tiptoe clench, the pair of near identical brunettes pushing and shoving until “HERRGGGHH!” Elise tried to slash at Autumn’s eyes, but the Dragon swatted that hand aside and made her pay for the attempt by driving a short Headbutt between Elise’s eyes!
The Icy Manipulator staggered back a couple steps that turned into a dozen or more when Sammain raised her right foot, pressed it against her foe’s sternum and sent her into the ropes with a ‘get your ass outta here!’ sorta Push Kick. Elise bounced into the ropes only to launch herself out at once, the Wolf of Winter loping at her prey with one arm extended for a Lar--THWHACK! Autumn saw it coming and made Winterrest pay dearly by planting the soles of her boots squarely in the other woman’s face!
DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1fIBYHqdgj0
Stopped in her tracks by the pinpoint Dropkick, Elise windmilled her arms to keep upright but certainly would’ve ended up flat on her butt if Sammain hadn’t stepped in and hooked her right arm over the Mainer’s left shoulder. Slinging Winterrest’s right arm across the back of her own neck in the same instant, the Dragon of Tokyo caught her foe’s right leg in a quick cradle, then got low and popped her hips to sling Elise halfway across the ring with an Exploder!
Winterrest landed flat and stayed there, an understandable though ultimately poor decision as it made her an easy target for Sammain, who took to the skies once more only to bring her hundred and thirty-plus pounds THWHUMPING down atop Winterrest’s sternum courtesy of a Senton. Autumn bounced to boot-leather and immediately threw herself across Elise’s chest, the veteran quick to hook both legs before the ref dove in to count…
EXPLODER & SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NnAimOmc4fY
ONE…
TWO…
Elise kicked out simultaneous with ‘TWO’ only to find herself stretched out flat because Autumn snatched hold of her right wrist and scissored her legs around the exposed limb. Ankles crossed even before she pulled back, Sammain thrust her hips up, using them to put incredible strain on her opponent’s elbow. Elise screeched and beat her heels against the mat in pained frustration once she realized she couldn’t reach the ropes in her current position.
JUJIGATAME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zcp9hexRxoA
“Ask her.” Autumn said with a smug smile. “Sounds like she doesn’t wanna lose this delicate little arm.”
“Kiss my ass.” Winterrest snapped without so much as a word from Carpenter. “History is shown you don’t have the wherewithal to do any lasting damERGH! ERGH! OOOOOOOWWWW BYTCH!”
Sammain drew her right knee up so she could place that heel against Elise’s cheek and swipe it across her mouth not once, but twice! Still not satisfied, she reset her leg across the trapped wrestler’s chin, then hunched forward and bit down on Winterrest’s thrashing fingers!
“MAKE HER BREAK THE HOLD, IDIOT!” Miss Murder shrieked at the official. “SHE’S BITING ME!”
“Spit her out, Autumn.” Carpenter agreed with Elise’s assessment, though in a much politer fashion. “If I have to count you’re gonna break the whole hold.”
The Joshi Phenom gave him an appraising look, then abandoned the gnawing so she could reef back on the Armbreaker full force. “Pussy.” she taunted her squirming prey. “I thought you wanted a real fight.”
No answer from Winterrest, so Sammain worked the hold for several more seconds before raising her left leg, all the better to THWHAP her heel down on the flat expanse of her opponent’s stomach. “What do you say, Elise?” Al asked after he saw beads of sweat break out on his charge’s forehead. “Need me to call it?”
Elise shook her head ‘no’. “To this soft little pretender? Come now, Carpenter. I thought you were smarRRRRGGGGGHHHH!”
Determined to punish her foe every single time she opened her mouth, Autumn repeated her earlier cheek-grinding tactic, the lissome brunette just maaaaaaassssshing the heel of her boot against Winterrest’s patrician features. “You’re the one that feels soft, Elise.” the Dragon of Tokyo’s voice was cold. “If I didn’t know any better I’d think I’d stepped in gumWHOOAAAAAAAAH!”
Winterrest clamped her free hand around Sammain’s right ankle, rolled onto her side and from there made it to one knee. Doing so *almost* stacked Autumn on her shoulders, though the Joshi Phenom was savvy enough to avoid such a predicament, at least for the moment. What she could not avoid was Winterrest’s right hand, recently fashioned into a fist she brought down between her opponent’s eyes no less than half a dozen tim--“NNNGGGGHHH!” Enduring the punishment with a growing snarl, Autumn braced her foot against Elise’s face one more time and kick / shoved her away to finally break the Jujigatame.
The brunettes tumbled in different directions and rose at different times, Sammain on her feet almost at once, Winterrest making it to one knee a few seconds later. That minor lag might as well have been an insurmountable lead, as Autumn charged forward, hopped up and planted one foot on Elise’s posted thigh. The Shining Wizard should’ve knocked Winterrest flat, instead it was Autumn who ended up on the deck moaning because the Wolf of Winter THUMPED a short but extremely effective Headbutt into the juncture of her attacker’s thighs!
Chuckling at the jeers of the FAWNatics, Elise allowed herself a few seconds to check on her face (abraded, but not bloodied, thankfully) before turning the force of her ire to the groaning Gaijin Extraordinaire. “You’re not thinking of quitting on me, are you my little fire spitter?”
“Not a goddamned chance.” Autumn was curled up on one side with both hands between her legs, but her tone was steely as ever. “Gonna make you bleed, Elise. Gonna make you screAAAARRRGH! RGH! RGH! RGH! RRRRRRGGGGGGHHH!”
Winterrest scrambled onto her opponent’s hip in an aggressive mount, buried both hands in Sammain’s hair and bounced her head against the canvas half a dozen times before she draaaaaaaaaaaaaaagged it back and forth!
“Do you think it‘ll sound like this?” Elise’s eyes shown with cruel pleasure as she carried out her wicked work. “I’d like to believe I could muster something a bit more fearsome. Something like this…” The Wolf of Winter yanked Autumn’s head up, leaned down and SHRIEKED in her ear loud enough to make Sammain cringe.
Al didn’t bother with a warning, he simply started to count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Winterrest dropped Sammain’s noggin and raised her hands to indicate the (relatively) clean break. “Where was that concern when she tried to mangle my face, Carpenter?” the brunette asked without relinquishing her mount.
“Trust me, I’ll be keeping both of you on a short leash.” “Oh, how exciting. Don’t tell Jenny, she might get jealous.”
Ignoring the zebra’s sputtering response, Elise pushed to her feet and made a show of plucking a few strands of the Dragon’s dark hair from her palms before wiping them off on the seat of her one-piece. From there she stepped back, bent down and laid claim to each of the vulnerable wrestler’s ankles. Not that Sammain made it easy for her, mind you. She began to kick and struggle as soon as Elise grabbed hold, the Joshi Phenom furiously bicycling her legs to keep Winterrest from-- Thwap-thwap-thwap!
Miss Murder unleashed a flurry of short kicks (more like stomps, really) to the back of Sammain’s thighs. Snarling in response to this methodical bludgeoning, Autumn spat something unprintable when Elise abruptly yanked her legs apart in something that was almost a Wishbone. Knowing damned well what the sadist had on her mind, Sammain braced her elbows, sat up as best she could and continued trying to pull free. “Don’t even think about it, Winterrest.” Autumn reached a hand forward, doing her best to protect against the inevitable attack. “That’s a line you don’t want to crRRGGGGGHH!”
Smiling wider than ever, Elise pressed the toe of one boot to the center of Sammain’s green trunks and treated her to a much more intimate version of the painful grinding she’d endured while caught in the Jujigatame. “Oh, well this is embarrassing, it really is.” Elise taunted. “Did no one bother to tell you? Threats don’t work on me, bytch.”
“Then how about a promise?” Autumn hissed. “Keep out of my trunks or I’ll AAAAAWWWW!”
The Icy Manipulator raised her foot only to stomp on her foe’s vulnerable crotch! The Dragon sat up like she’d been electrified, then collapsed backward to pound an agonized fist against the canvas. From somewhere overhead she heard Elise purr, “Brace yourself dear girl, we’re just getting started.”
Sammain actually shook her head ‘no’ to plead against further trunk work, which only meant Winterrest derived even more pleasure when she hopped up and kicked both legs between the other brunette’s parted stems. Gravity brought her calves down on Autumn’s inner thighs and her heels deep into the pit of Sammain’s stomach. Technically it wasn’t a Low Blow, not that you’d have known that from Autumn’s nauseated reaction.
BYTCHY FOR THE SAKE OF BYTCHY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RwtsngZgSFs
Somersaulting away from the scene of the crime, Elise came up on one knee and raked a hand through her hair while Sammain drew into a fetal ball to fight off the very worst of the pain. “Hmmmhh, it seems you’re as vulnerable to such base tactics as any other tramp. What a shame.” Elise chided once she’d rose to her full height.
Autumn couldn’t respond, so Miss Murder strolled over, helped herself to a double fistful of hair and forced her to verticality with a rude series of tugs and yanks. Positioned directly in front of her rival, Elise ducked her head and threaded it beneath Autumn’s right arm while simultaneously cinching her arms around the other brunette’s waist. Winterrest was set low enough to fire off a Northern Lights Suplex but the subsequent lift was far higher, so high in fact that the toes of Autumn’s boots pointed all the way to one o’clock before the Wolf of Winter swung down into a gruesome genuflection that THWHUMPED her burden’s crotch against the post of her right knee!
MURDEROUS ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3A_rXTTGfk
Frozen into knock-kneed, pigeon-toed compliance by the power of the Murderous Atomic Drop, Sammain didn’t so much as twitch until Elise collected her noggin in a snug Front Facelock. This was followed by a swift, pitiless (dare I say Murderous?) descent and another bout of twitching as Elise spiked Sammain’s forehead to the deck with a quick DDT! Autumn didn’t flop over onto her back, so Winterrest pivoted around ninety degrees and shot a Half Nelson to do it herself. Quick to hook the far leg, Elise put her free hand to Sammain’s cheek and forced her head to the side while Carpenter counted out…
DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=P7sH0WML29Q
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Autumn flattened one hand into a paddle and clapped it against Elise’s ear to make Miss Murder abandon her mount with half a second to spare. Scowling in disgust as she backed away to regain her bearings, Winterrest circled around on Autumn’s six and raised both hands overhead, the brunette patiently waiting until “OOOOOWWWW BYTCH!” Autumn couldn’t contain a pained wail when Elise raked her talons down the Dragon’s nearly bare back!
“That’s MISS Bytch, to you, loser.” Winterrest sniffed in the midst of taking up a position in front of her seated, scored opposition. “Actually, that’s Miss MURDER.” The correction was still on her lips when Elise whipped around on her left heel to drive the sole of her right boot into Sammain’s forehead with a loud, ugly THWHACK!
SPINNING BACK KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQ3302KaWyo
The snappy strike knocked Autumn flat but Winterrest didn’t try for a pin despite being in good position to do so. Instead she strutted around the groggy Gaijin, grabbed a huge handful of hair and pulled her to a seat. Smiling over some bit of information to which the rest of us were not yet privy, the Icy Manipulator laid down on her left side directly behind the other brunette. In the next instant she hooked her right leg over Autumn’s left thigh and deftly threaded her legs around the other brunette’s right thigh. Only vaguely aware of Winterrest’s hooks thanks to the fogbank between her ears, Sammain only muttered, “Guuuhhhh… get the hell away from meEEEEEEEEEE AAAAAAAAAHHHHH SHYT!”
Elise bore down on the Scissors and YANKED back on Autumn’s left leg to send a massive jolt of anguish radiating out from Sammain’s center! Hunched over to rest on her forearms, Autumn pounded a furious fist against the mat and hissed, “You vicious bytch. I’ll make you pay for AAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHH!” Elise jostled the Wishbone that much harder, the pain of it forcing Sammain to rear back and plant her hands behind her reclining tormentor.
Careful to check on his charges from behind, Al dropped to one knee and said, “What do you say, Autumn? Need me to call for the bell?”
The Joshi Phenom shook her head ‘no’ curled her right hand into a fist and brought it down on the meat of Winterrest’s constricting thigh no less than half a dozen times. “Hell no.” she rasped. “Bytch thinks she’s going to humiliate me into submission, she’s gonna AAAHHHHH!”
Elise eased the pressure a little only to reef back that much harder. “I believe there’s a bit of confusion about our current arrangement.” Winterrest cooed to the suffering brunette. “This is designed to hurt, not humiliate. But if it’s denigration you’re after…” she removed her right arm from around Sammain’s left thigh so she could affix that hand to the center of her opponent’s defenseless trunks!
Autumn and the FAWNatics roared for very different reasons, the former in outraged anguish, the latter a combination of spirited jeers and salacious cheers. “Ask her now, Algernon.” Winterrest cooed as she shifted through a steady rotation of clawing, slapping, raking and pinching. “Ask everyone’s favorite stoic badass if she’s ready to tap to a f*cking Crotch ClaNNNGGGHH!” Fighting to the ropes or simply slipping out of this gawdawful stretch was effectively impossible, so Sammain shifted her weight to her planted right hand and then smashed a hard slap upside Winterrest’s head!
Elise hissed in displeasure but wouldn’t release the hold. Indeed she switched over to a basic clamp and squeezed until Autumn was howling in pain! “SUBMIT!” Miss Murder barked at her writhing prey. “SUBMIT OR I’LL TEAR YOU IN HARRRGGHHH!”
Autumn caught her opponent on the forehead with a Hammer Fist that eased the claw without loosening her poor legs in the slightest. “Let… let go of my legs, slut-witch.” Sammain warned. “Or I’ll cave your goddamned head OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH STAAAAAAAAAAHHHP!”
Elise finally discarded the last shred of what she considered decorum by slipping a three-fingered claw beneath the strained lycra of Autumn’s briefs. “Hhmmmmhhh, looks like you’re not as stoic as everyone thought.” Winterrest hissed. “C’mon Dragon, let’s hear one of those infamous war cries before you EEERRRRGHHHH!”
Understanding she’d have to venture outside the accepted rules to free herself from this hellish trap, Sammain plunged her left hand into Elise’s hair and yanked her head off the canvas only to BWONK it down immediately thereafter! This brutal bludgeoning stilled that questing claw, so Autumn did it again and again and again, the Gaijin Extraordinaire bouncing her opponent’s skull like basketball until finally, mercifully, Elise broke the Wishbone and rolled away cradling her head in her arms. As for Autumn, she collapsed forward onto hands and knees and ever so slowly crawled her way to the ropes, whereupon reaching she turned around and leaned back so she could keep a watchful, furious eye on the Wolf of Winter.
Positioned between but not in the way of his charges, Al Carpenter gave the weary brunettes a double dose of his usual internal five count before he called out, “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX…”
Elise let out a low growl, clambered to boot-leather and flipped hair off her face all while staring daggers at Autumn. Speaking of the Dragon, she rose a heartbeat after Winterrest, the green-clad battler stubbornly refusing to lean against the ropes even though her legs looked far shakier than usual. Allowing herself a slow, deep exhalation, Autumn told Elise, “You’re going to pay for that, witch.”
“What, exactly?” Winterrest chided. “Treating you like a guileless little tramp in the middle of the ring?” she raised her clawin’ fingers and carefully polished them on the front of her one-piece. “Or for almost showing these idiots what you look like when you cu--”
The Joshi Phenom flew across the ring with a Pump Kick that could’ve caved in Elise’s sternum if the Malicious Mainer hadn’t caught her ankle in both ha--“NNNNGHHH!” Autumn sprang off her plant foot only to bring it up and over, that gleaming green boot CRAAACKING offa the side of her opponent’s skull! Elise stumbled to the side without actually going down, so Sammain squared her shoulders and went to work, the icy-eyed veteran unleashing a left hook followed by a quick kick to Winterrest’s left knee and an even faster Leg Sweep that sent Miss Murder to all fours! Nodding curtly when the FAWNatics began to chant ‘F*CK ‘ER UP AUTUMN!’, Sammain ran the ropes to Elise’s left and came back with equal parts celerity and bad intentions, both of which were exemplified by the low-flying Kneestrike she THWHONKED off of Winterrest’s temple!
DRAGON'S RUSH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvXfB1dthc0
The pinpoint shot spun Elise in a circle, meaning her back was to the Dragon when Autumn spun to all fours and flipped to her feet like she hadn’t been waging a war for the last several minutes. Eyes locked on Elise the instant she was vertical, Sammain glanced to the audience just long enough to put an index finger to one ear. The call for a merciless beating grew all the louder, so the Gaijin Extraordinaire stalked over to Elise and scuffed not one, not two, but three quick kicks off the side of her skull. “Stand up, bytch.” Sammain demanded. “You want to work my trunks, the least you can do is stand up straight while I kick that narrow ass up between your should--”
The Icy Manipulator slapped away a fourth shot, sprang to her feet and lashed out with a Haymaker that led with a whole handful of gleaming claws. Not that it mattered in the end, as Sammain dipped beneath the aggressive swipe to take a position on the other brunette’s six. A Toe Kick to the gut doubled Elise over as soon as she turned around, giving Autumn plenty of time to reposition herself on Miss Murder’s right flank. From there she flicked her right leg overhead Rockettes style and brought it down heel-first between Winterrest’s shoulders!
STANDING AXE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mKyoPAsTyGY
Elise cried out, dropped to all fours, cried out again when Sammain snatched a huge fistful of hair. “Hair, Carpenter.” Elise hissed through gritted teeth. “Get this filthy bytch out of my NNNGGHH!” Sammain shut her mouth with a single powerful Kneelift to the point of the chin! The blow didn’t jounce Winterrest’s noggin very much because of the hair-hold, a detail Autumn would’ve appreciated more if Al wasn’t giving her the Stink Eye. Switching over to a much more legal (albeit no less painful) grip on her foe’s ears, Sammain hoisted Elise upright, knocked her back on her heels with a stubby little Push Kick, then planted on her left foot and THWHACKED the right upside Winterrest’s head in a textbook Roundhouse!
The Icy Manipulator swung in a loopy half-circle but didn’t timber to the deck so the Dragon snugged in behind and slapped on a tight Waistlock. Dropping her hips the very instant her hands locked, Sammain took the other brunette up, over and down with a whiplash-inducing bridge that dropped Elise flush on the back of her head and shoulders. Folded in half by the German Suplex, Winterrest showed no signs of life as Al joined the FAWNatics in counting…
ROUNDHOUSE & GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sb5n1jl-1GA
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Wolf of Winter twisted loose from her foe’s trap with half a heartbeat to spare, her continued presence in the matching earning a howling chorus of derision from those assembled. Autumn didn’t seem the least bit out of countenance, in fact she appeared to savor the prospect of continuing her siege on Castle Winterrest. Nowhere was this better exemplified than when she grabbed Elise’s right wrist, forced that hand flat against the mat and pinned it in place with a heavy, grinding heel! “Still feelin’ like a killer, tuff girl?” Sammain snarled over Winterrest’s pained hissing. “Still happy you went inside my trunks?”
“Ungrateful brat.” Elise sneered. “Judging by the reaction your pathetic ass owes me dinner and a movNNNNGGGHH!”
Autumn bounced a knee offa the other brunette’s cheek, cupped both ears and straightened her up just to bury a shoulder in that fluttering tummy. Knotting her hands just beneath the curve of Winterrest’s buns to keep her under control, Sammain muscled her onto that intruding shoulder and charged the both of ‘em into a corner on the far side of the squared circle. Two quick Shoulderblocks followed the initial ‘BWUUUNG’, then the Joshi Phenom slid her coil south to Elise’s thighs, all the better to boost her into a seat on the top turnbuckle. Autumn mounted the second rope immediately thereafter, the voracious Dragon of Tokyo wasting no time collecting the other brunette’s bowed head in a Front Face-- “OOOOHH YOU DISGUSTING BYTRRRRGGGGGHHH!”
In no mood to let Sammain control her descent from this precarious perch, Elise Winterrest let Autumn have one of her arms just so she could grab another greedy handful of her opponent’s togs! Reeling away from the would-be Superplex without ceding her perch on the strands, Sammain palmed Elise’s head in both hands but it was Miss Murder who struck first, the black-clad battler driving a Headbutt between Autumn’s eyes! Now Sammain did lose her balance, falling / pushing away from the corner to land on her feet several steps removed from her adversary. Breathing a sigh of relief with the scaly-faced bytch well out of reach, Elise set her feet on the middle rope and stood--THWHACK! Sammain rushed in, hopped onto the second strand and drove a nasty Shoot Kick into the other brunette’s forehead!
SECOND ROPE SHOOT KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJW9K18HlPw
Winterrest’s legs deserted her and she dropped into an unpleasant seat on the top turnbuckle. As for Autumn, she grabbed Elise’s head and reeled her into another Front Facelock without bothering to leave the canvas. After throwing Elise’s near arm across her shoulders, she caught hold of the Mainer’s waistband and stepped away from the corner while simultaneously powering Winterrest into position directly overhead. Pivoting beneath her burden as soon as Elise reached high noon, Sammain tossed her down and dropped to a seat, the Gaijin Extraordinaire THAWHAMMING her rival to the thinly-sheathed plywood courtesy a deadlift Falcon Arrow! Landing on her tush with Elise’s head directly between her parted stems, Sammain hunched forward, caught Winterrest’s right leg behind the knee and pulled it to her chest in a Half Matchbook good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Elise twitched a shoulder off the canvas to keep herself in the fight for at least another three seconds. Sammain scowled but didn’t let the narrow escape break her pace. Instead she plunged both hands into the Icy Manipulator’s dark locks and forced the both of ‘em to boot-leather with the aggressor standing behind her victim. Slinging her left arm over Winterrest’s left shoulder, Sammain thrust her head beneath Elise’s right arm and slipped her free hand between the she-wolf’s legs, not for a tawdry claw but a mean grip on her inner thigh.
“G’night bytch.” Autumn planted a taunting kiss on her opponent’s cheek, then dipped her knees and hoisted her up and over, Sammain pointing Winterrest’s skull toward the canvas at the same time she dropped to her NO!
Elise somersaulted free of the Autumn Rain to land on one knee while Sammain came down on her tush. The Dragon had time to curse, then she was keening in paralyzed anguish because Winterrest reared back for a punt delivered flush between the thighs! Paying absolutely no attention to the barked warning from Carpenter, Elise hair-hauled the nauseated brunette to her feet in a single convulsive yank and slammed a Kneelift into her crotch just to ensure there was no argument when she tucked Autumn’s head beneath her left armpit and neutralized her arms with a rough Double Underhook.
“Oh F*CK YOU.” Elise snapped at the jeering throng. “You’ll be cheering soon enough!”
On that ominous promise she lifted Autumn high into the air, the Joshi Phenom’s swingin’ aaaallll the way up before Elise dropped backward to SPIKE her head against the thinly-sheathed plywood! Sammain went tent-spike rigid, then sludgy pliable the instant the rest of her touched down. Beside her, Winterrest shot the Half Nelson to roll her over, then swung a leg across and sat down hard on her rival’s pain-slackened features. Quick to wedge the soles of her boots in against the sides of the pinned brunette’s skull. In the same instant she leaned forward, collected Sammain’s left leg and pulled it tight to her chest in a Half Matchbook. Her other hand flew overhead, Miss Murder joining Carpenter in his count of…
MURDER MOST FOUL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lFtX0wdLYgI
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell rang but Elise didn’t relinquish her mount, instead she sent that raised hand south to brazenly tease Autumn’s trunks while the Announcer proclaimed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… ELISE WINTERREST!”
“C’mon, Elise.” Al pleaded. “You won. There’s no need for this.”
The victrix tapped a little nonsense pattern on her mount’s crotch. “Get me a microphone and I’ll consider it.”
Carpenter hurried to the ropes, secured one from a FAWN tech and offered to Winterrest after she’d returned to verticality. Shooing the official out of her shot, Elise swept some loose hair off her face, then turned to the hard camera and placed a foot atop Sammain’s chest.
“Now that the Dragon is properly slain, it’s time I turned my attention to another example of winged vermin… Lenore Lemarchand. I saw you sneak by Lyssa Zahn last month little bird, lest I remind you, there is no sneaking by me. I’ve waited far too long to avenge that…” Winterrest trailed off, her features twisting in hatred at the memory, “…that humiliating FLUKE you visited upon me in the Madhouse. So consider this a challenge for Spring Break you mewling, pale-faced brat. Face me here in this ring… or you’ll face me under far less…controlled, circumstances.”
Challenge delivered, Elise tossed the mic aside and made a point of stamping down on Autumn’s defenseless midriff as she made her way out of the ring and back up the ramp.
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