Post by hawkeye on Jan 5, 2021 2:25:02 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first, standing in the center of the ring, hailing from Russellville, Illinois, she stands in at five feet six inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred twenty-seven pounds, please welcome ELISHA KRANTZ!”
ELISHA KRANTZ:
The svelte red-haired wrestler simply waved off the jeers and boos, mockingly sliding her hands down her burgundy one-piece, showing off a body that no one in the crowd could match and she knew it. A pair of jet black boots made up the rest of her attire, simple and elegant. She walked to the corner, ignoring the raising volume of the raucous crowd as she rested against the ropes, completely relaxed. One particularly loud voice in the crowd caught her attention, her head casually turning toward the larger man as she nonchalantly replied to his insulting remarks, “Not a single one of you is even fit to lick my damn boots. Sit down losers.”
Holding his breath, as he waited for the crowd to cool the Announcer began to shuffle awkwardly. “Just call her already” he heard impatiently from the corner, the boos finally subsiding as he let his voice bellow. “And introducing her opponent. Hailing all the way from Cambridge, England….. She stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-one pounds. Please welcome, for the very first time to the FAWN Arena, EVERLY KNIGHT!”
POWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJKHY6oFuZc
Darkness overtook the arena as the revving of an engine roared throughout the arena, the bass rocking the audience in attendance as a spotlight hit the center stage in rhythm with the introduction of the beat. The FAWN’tron showed flashes of gold medals, sprinting tracks, and a podium with one clouded indistinguishable figure standing with their head down. The only thing visible on the stage was a hooded figure, her head facing the ground as she stood in silence, waiting with her arms behind her back, a large British flag clearly adorned and embroidered in the center of the jacket. The shaded figure on the FAWN’tron slowly began to fade as the music changed...
‘Hold up, no you didn't bow, bow
I ain't the chick to walk behind you around town
Just cause you're packin', packin', whoop, down south
That don't mean I'm ever gonna take it laying down, baby’
EVERLY KNIGHT:
Everly threw back her hood as she raised her hands with a bright smile, finally on the stage she had dreamt about all her life, in front of a packed crowd filled with the resounding applause from the crowd. It may have been debut excitement or the fact that she was up against one of the most detested women in FAWN, but the applause was like nothing Everly had ever experienced, even with all of her collegiate accomplishments. It all felt different, new and better, Everly’s smile only grew larger as she made her way down the ramp at a jog, slapping the hands of the wonderful fans as she circled the ring.
Everly made a full lap, stopping at the intersection of the ramp and the ring pads as she soaked in the applause, her music still blaring, the moment forever ingrained as the moment she had finally made it.
She climbed the stairs, slapping the steel with her hands as she made her way up onto the apron, stopping and looking at the crowd as she took off her jacket to reveal a tight white track top, the number 290 prominently etched in black across the white fabric, two red stripes on the side and the British flag proudly displayed over each shoulder.
She heard a catcall from somewhere in the crowd, her smile fading a bit before she saw a young girl in the front row smiling and clapping for her. Hopping off the apron, she bundled up the jacket and handed it to the fan, thanking her as she turned around and leaped back onto the apron, quickly bounding through the ropes and hopping from foot to foot in the corner. She wasn’t here to be a pretty face or to be ogled, she was here for the best competition in the wrestling world.
She immediately went to greet the referee, relative newcomer Reginald Worthington III, asking him for a quick check-up as she was ready to get underway.
Elisha simply smirked, looking over the newcomer without a shred of worry as she kept her comfortable pose in her corner. Tonight was the night that everyone would remind everyone what happened to new meat on their first night in the FAWN Arena. Pain, punishment, and most of all, humiliation. And she looked forward to welcoming this bouncy idiot to FAWN in grand fashion. Tonight was her night to make a statement, to play spoiler to the fresh meat that was hopping around the ring and finally show the rest of the world her abundant talent.
Knight had done enough research on her opponent to know the redhead wouldn‘t respond to an offered hand, and any similar gesture from her was sure to be a trick. The newcomer wasn’t going to fall victim to the same sort of game. Her hours of watching and re-watching tape couldn’t be shoved aside in the name of formality.
Everly bound to her corner, straight across from Krantz, leaving the two to stare each other down, counting down the seconds until the bell rang. “It’s no different from the indies, just another match, you’ve done this before…. You can do it again” Everly thought to herself right before….
DING DING!
Each woman left their corner promptly, the two heading to the center with Knight cautiously bouncing from foot to foot as Krantz strode forward confidently in contrast. “Ah, look how cute. The rookie’s nervous! It’s almost adorable or it would be if you didn’t look so ridiculously stupid. Track practice and the high school gym are that way sweetie!” Elisha pointed up the entrance ramp, lowering her head mockingly as she talked down to her incredulous foe just a couple of steps out of range.
“God I heard backstage you don’t shut up, but they really undersold it” Everly barked back, the two beginning to circle one another, Everly’s hand raising for a Test of Strength as she continued moving nimbly from foot to foot, a stark contrast to Elisha’s poised step over step approach.
“Big talk from some no name rookie. You're not on my level blondie!” Elisha snapped back as she slapped the testing hand away, stepping in quickly with a big overhead punch that Knight narrowly ducked, using her foe's forward momentum to wrap one arm around Elisha’s neck and using the other to pull Krantz’s arm across her own body, Knight’s leg quickly sneaking between Elisha’s. Everly had control and thrust the both of them forward just before jerking Elisha and herself back, slamming Krantz’s head against the canvas hard with a side-Russian leg sweep.
SIDE-RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=p0rToJdrAT8
Knight quickly rolled away, getting to all fours fast as she rushed back to her feet, leaving Krantz flat on the deck, massaging her aching head. With a speed born of her track & field background, Knight ran for the ropes, ricocheting off them as she rushed back toward Krantz, leaping in the air with a picture perfect somersault that left her legs crashing straight against Elisha’s chest and face!
FLIPPING LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LvVsqbIvYFA
The move had the fans cheering, not expecting this level of athleticism from the untested rookie. Everly immediately twisted her legs around and off of her opponent, laying her body flat across Elisha’s torso as she reached out and hooked the leg of her groaning opponent. “Please be enough, I can send a message, please.” Knight murmured to herself as the ref hit the mat.
ONE…
TWO…
The cardinal haired grappler shot her arm off the mat defiantly before a third slap could come down, leaving Knight frustrated but determined as she grabbed her adversary by her fiery mane and pulled her sharply to her feet. Everly led her foe around in a circle before Irish whipping her into the corner, Krantz’s back colliding with a THWUMP against the turnbuckle.
Elisha stood dazed, arms against the ropes as she watched her agile opponent sprint to the opposite turnbuckle, her body turning as she hit the far side, dashing back like a gold medal was on the line before leaping into the air forearm-first. Dazed, but not immobile, Elisha spun out of the way of the flying collegiate star, leaving her to crash with a heavy THUD against the ring-post.
Everly bounces away from the buckles on impact, the newcomer instinctually pivoting to get her eyes on Elis--“OOOFFFHHH!”
Krantz pounced on the blonde mid-turn, smashing a heavy Kneelift home just above the point of her opponent’s right hip! “Did I say you could turn around, bikini-meat?” Elisha asked at the approximate moment she slapped Everly across the back of the head. “Get your ass back in the corner!”
Knight didn’t want to, alas she had no control over the matter and she’s quickly stuffed chest-first against the top buckle. But just because she’s new to FAWN didn’t mean Everly’s new to the vagaries of the squared circle. The former track & field standout hooked her right arm over the top rope in a trice and proclaimed, “Ropes! Get off me, Krantz, I’m in the ropNNNGGGHH!”
Perfectly cognizant of the ingénue’s position, Elisha Krantz pointed her left shoulder at Knight’s back, reached across her own chest like she’s about to pat that shoulder, then CRACKED a wicked Knife-Edge Chop between the blonde’s shoulders! “What was that?” she smirked at her wincing opposition. “You want me to keep chopping until your back bleeds? That’s kinda weird, but who am I to judge?”
‘Judge’ was still reaching the fans in the first row when the red-clad battler unloaded with a whole cutting block’s worth of Knife-Edge Chops, Elisha clearly making it a point to land her shots in the same spot each and every time. What felt like an eternity for the Englishwoman was in actuality barely five seconds, as Reginald offered a warning rather than a count on approach. “All right, that’s enough of that Elisha.”
Krantz smiled, raised both hands to shoulder level and took a few steps back to satisfy the zebra’s order. “Sorry Reggie! But I saw all of Evie’s disgusting backne and I thought I’d try to help her out!”
“Chuuu…. cheeky brat.” Knight groaned from her place in the corner. “That was a cheap shot and you know HEY! LET GO OF MY OOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!”
Swerving around Worthington III to get back to her prey, Elisha snuggled in against Everly’s back, the pressure of it driving more air from the Briton’s already wheezing frame. To make matters worse, Elisha quickly reached through the gap between top and middle ropes to seize hold of Knight’s wrists. Just like that Krantz stepped back, the abrupt shift in position wreeeeeeeenching Everly’s shoulders and biceps against the rubber-coated steel! As if things couldn’t get worse (and if Elisha Krantz had the chance to make things worse, rest assured she would) the redhead planted her left foot at the base of Knight’s spine and leaaaaaaaaaaaned back while simultaneously pumping her foot like someone testing a dubious brake pedal.
“Hear all that wailing, Reggie?” Elisha asked of the blonde’s audible suffering. “She’s clearly no match for me!”
Reginald, heretofore an exemplary pillar of officiating by Elisha Krantz’s impeccable standards, put an indelible stain on his record by denying her request for a much too fast, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” Elisha released the illegal Surfboard with a sneer of disgust, but then she walked away to taunt the FAWNatics, leaving Everly to extract herself from the unpleasant arrangement. “Hanging in there, Everly?” Worthington III asked when the blonde groans after rolling her shoulders. “If you’re hurt I can call for the--”
“I’m fine.” Knight said firmly. “I just wasn’t expecting her to NNNNGGGHHH!”
RUNNING CORNER HIP CHECK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3FO1rk1z4s
The presumed safety provided by an official caused Everly to drop her guard, a lapse that cost her dearly when Elisha rushed in from the other side of the ring and THWHUMPED a massive running Hip Check into the pit of the Englishwoman’s stomach!
Knight’s strong legs went weak and she would’ve collapsed to her butt if she hadn’t threaded her arms over the top rope. But even that didn’t do her much good when Elisha strolled in and helped herself to a double handful of long blonde hair. “Get your lazy arse outta these buckles, crumpet!” Krantz sneered in a truly hideous faux-Cockney as she took two giant steps forward and flipped Everly over onto her tailbone with a cringe-inducing Snapmare!
Patently ignoring the warnings of one Reginald Worthington III, Elisha raced at her seated adversary and threw herself into a tight downward spiral, the rampaging redhead leading with her right arm to THWHAP a European Uppercut off the base of Everly’s skull! Knight pitched forward and quickly slopped to her side, the newcomer cradling her head in her arms after the pinpoint strike.
“What’s wrong, did I make ya homesick, honey?” Elisha giggled as she tugged Everly onto her back and plopped down atop her chest for a Crossbody. Hooking the far leg so she could pull it up to the blonde’s chest, Krantz adds, “Maybe you should go back there since you can’t hack it on this side of the Atlantic!” No cogent response from Everly, probably because the crowd’s bellowing along with Reggie’s count of…
ONE…
TWO…
Knight kicked out *just* after ‘TWO!’ a show of determination and resilience that made Elisha hate her that much more. “Oh, you think you’re tuff now?” Krantz plunged a hand into Everly’s hair and tugged her head from side to side in spite of the official’s clearly audible warnings. “Think you’re gonna hang around and make me work for it? Not a chance you limey brat!”
Switching from hair-holds to a grip on Knight’s shoulder straps if only so Worthington III would shut up, Elisha forced Everly to stand, then grabbed a wrist in both hands and sent her off to the races with an Irish Whip. The simple act of running seemed to clear Knight’s head, as her gait steadied out in a few steps and she’s positively sprinting by the time she made the return trip off the strands. Not that speed alone was enough to save her from Krantz’s machinations, as the redhead proved when she dipped behind the agile newcomer and deftly knotted her in an Abdominal StrNO!
Everly swung free of the submission attempt to end up on her opponent’s six! She was in great position for an Abdominal Stretch of her own, but the tenacious tyro had something else in mind. Snatching Elisha’s noggin in a tight Side Headlock, Everly gave the simple hold several strong constrictions, the blonde making a point to grrrrrrrind the protesting redhead’s left temple against the point of her hip. “Don’t think I can hang, huh?” Knight chirped while Elisha swatted and pushed at sinewy bicep. “Let me tell you something, girl. This race is just getting started!” With that she broke into another leggy sprint, Everly burning up the canvas until she took to the skies for a soaring hop that put her down on her tush while Elisha landed HARD on her face, chest and belly!
Krantz tumbled to her back in the wake of the Bulldog, prompting the crowd to call for a cover, but Everly knew there’s no way her redheaded rival was finished so easily. In fact there’s still plenty of hard going left in this race and Knight meant to show the FAWNatics that it’s Elisha who couldn’t follow in HER footsteps!
“Up. C’mon Elisha, there’s still so much to do!”
Everly cupped Krantz’s ears, stood up and forced her opponent to do the same. Dipping down beside the stunned grappler, Knight slipped her right arm around Elisha’s waist and braced her other arm across the American’s calves. Just like that Everly hoisted her off the mat, then turned a quarter circle and went down on one knee, all the better to THWHUMP Krantz’s back across the brawny expanse of her thigh!
“AAAAAAHHHHHH!” Elisha jolted from end to end, but didn’t slide to the canvas because Everly braced one hand against her foe’s thigh and the other across her chin.
PENDULUM BACKBREAKER HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WSHS6QvSezo
Pushing down on both ends, she bounced her knee up and down and asked, “Still think I can’t hack it here, Elisha?”
“You, little bytc- AUGHHHHHH” Krantz cried as Everly pushed down even harder, cutting off the stuck-up redhead mid-tirade.
Knight caught sight of Worthington’s approaching form and quickly pushed Elisha off her knee, the redhead rolling onto the mat with a sigh of relief and pain, her arms flailing to try to caress the aching point on her back.
“You didn’t have to do that, I didn’t even start counting” Worthington remarked, watching as the blonde hopped back to her feet and approached her crawling foe from behind.
“I didn’t want to give you any impression that I was dodgy” Knight answered as she delivered a sharp boot to the back of her burgundy-clad foe. “Besides, I had something else in mind for this tosh”
Everly began to drag Elisha back toward the center, the redhead fighting as she tried to jump for the near sitting bottom rope, grabbing nothing but air as Knight forcefully hauled her away from sanctuary. Knight exhaled, delivering one more solid kick to the base of Krantz’s spine to keep her still. From there she grabbed each of Elisha’s shins, pulling them up as she planted one foot after the other on Krantz’s thighs, barely balancing on the struggling redhead’s pale legs as she reached down and over her opponent, quickly clenching both arms before leaning back, back, back, back until….
SURFBOARD STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uYOwoLys6TY
“GAHHHHHHHHH!” Krantz shook her head vigorously in defiance, bright strands of red waving to and fro as Knight stretched her opponent, both legs pulsing in exertion, beads of sweat dripping down her brow.
“Are you done, Elisha? Do you submit?” Worthington queried, watching as the redhead's chest and stomach were pushed forward, her arms and legs working against her as she shook her head frantically back and forth. “Elisha, you’ve got to be verbal! Do you tap?” the referee diligently expressed, watching as Knight fell into a sitting position, yanking each of Elisha’s arms back one after the other.
“NO, NO, NO, NO!” Krantz cried, her body shaking and squirming in rebellion as Knight wrenched her right arm back again.
Everly could feel her grip growing tenuous, Krantz’s constant struggles slowly moving the pair closer and closer to the ropes as she’s forced to readjust her hold time and time again.
“Come on, give damn you” Knight muttered to herself, trying to roll onto her back, attempting to force Krantz into the air and away from any rubber salvation. With a strenuous gasp Knight rolled back, her hands sliding off of the slick, sweat covered arms of Krantz and breaking the stretch all in one go as she’s sent tumbling backward.
Krantz scurried towards the bottom rope, shimmying her body like a worm until she’s pulled herself under and straight out of the ring. Krantz stumbled with her first few steps, nearly falling over before catching herself with the help of the ring barrier.
“ONE!” The referee began the count, Krantz taking in deep breath after deep breath as she wiped her crimson locks out of her face. “THREE!” Krantz panicked as she looked back into the ring only to see Knight bouncing off the ropes, running full speed at her like a British jet fighter! Elisha pivoted to her side, snatching a foot as Everly’s legs shot out from underneath the ring ropes, in an attempted Baseball Slide. Krantz yanked Knight’s foot and pulled as hard as she could, jerking the British track star underneath the ropes and sending her body crashing to cold mats below.
“I think you’d say bollocks” Krantz smiled, sending kick after kick into the aching Englishwoman as the ref’s count rang on. “FIVE!”
“Up we go ‘superstar’'' Krantz mockingly shouted, making sure that everyone could hear her as she pulled Knight up by her hair, roughly tugging the aching blonde up on wobbly knees. “Oh wait, that’s right. I’m a FAWN star and you're an absolute nobody!” Krantz shrieked before slamming Knight’s head into the ring apron, Everly’s body buckling as Elisha keeps her upright.
“EIGHT! Bring it inside come on Elisha!”
Krantz rolled her eyes at the referee’s scolding, then tossed the Brit back inside the ring before following right along at the count of ‘NINE’. Knight crawled into the corner, trying to find reprieve from the vermillion vixen, her head spinning from the fall as she tried to regain any set of her bearings. Krantz leaned down and into her face, slapping her cheek before grabbing Knight by the chin.
“You're going to be my first grand statement, cutie. I’m glad it’s you. It should be you. I’m going to end your ‘precious’ little career before it’s even started you stupid track flunkie”
Krantz fired kick after kick into Everly, furiously stomping her opponent's body as Worthington separated the two. “We’re just having fun Reggie, see, look how much fun she’s having!” Krantz laughed before returning to the corner, a sadistic glint in her eye as she slowly pushed her foot against Everly’s throat, gradually pushing harder and harder as she grabged the ropes, putting her whole body into choking out Knight in the corner!
“Elisha! Last warning! Come on now!”
“Spoilsport” Krantz huffed, jerking the coughing Englishwoman back to her feet, holding her in place with a handful of blonde tendrils. Krantz kept her in place, holding her up like a prize before delivering a hard Kneelift to the gut that sent ripples through Knight’s body.
The feeling was familiar, a lot like being at the end of another sprint, her body heavy, her blood pressure high, her heart racing. “Stay up” Elisha demanded, pulling Knight back up off her knees, slapping her face with mocking blows before roughly pushing her into the ropes, waiting for her to stumble back as she caught onto Knight’s right wrist, hooking it snug around her own neck cutthroat-style. Elisha smoothly ducked her head underneath Everly’s left arm, slithering her own left arm underneath Knight’s left thigh before dropping low, ready to unleash The Red Dimension. Everly quickly stomped down with everything she had left in her left leg, breaking Krantz’s hold and crushing Elisha’s unassuming foot in the process. Knight quickly jumped forward with her arm still hooked around Elisha’s head in a Bulldog position, bringing Krantz lurching face-first into the mat!
Elisha bounced up and over on impact, the redhead flopping onto her back in a woozy sprawl that got a lot more compact when Everly pounced atop her and hooked both legs into a Back Press that pointed her foe’s tush into the lights. Leaning as much of her weight across Krantz’s shoulders as the cover would allow, Knight joined Reggie and the crowd in counting off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Everly scrambled to her knees and immediately showed the official three fingers only to have him counter with a disappointing two. The blonde nodded, took a deep breath and returned her attention to Elisha, Knight gripping her foe’s head in both hands to haul her upright. “It’s time you learned a lesson about respect, sweetheart.” Everly explained in the midst of catching Elisha in a Front Facelock. “Namely, one needs to give it, in order to receive it. And since you don’t seem inclined to do so, you forfeit the right to be angry over any shabby treatment.”
To that end the newcomer slung Krantz’s near arm across her shoulders, then grabbed a handful of Elisha’s one-piece just above her right hip and hoisted her up ‘n over for a heavy Vertical Suplex! Kicking her legs up on impact, Knight twisted onto her stomach and scrambled to her knees in a single serpentine motion to return to boot-leather with Elisha still trapped in her clutches. Another Suplex seemed an order, but Everly relinquished the Facelock to go behind the American and stuff her head under Elisha’s left arm. In the same motion she crooked her right arm around Krantz’s waist and braced her left hand against the back of the redhead’s left thigh, thus giving her all the leverage she needed to boost Elisha up onto the point of her shoulder.
The crowd ‘ooooohed’ the show of strength, then cheered all the louder when the Englishwoman turned in a circle to better show off her foe’s upraised backside. Just like that Knight swung Elisha back the way she’d came while simultaneously dropping to one knee to THWUMP Krantz’s tailbone atop the posted joint!
“OH YOU CHEAP BYTCH!” Elisha yowled as she staggered away, both hands to her compacted cheeks in the moments before her legs gave out and she collapsed to her knees.
Directly behind, Everly Knight stepped forward like she meant to grab Elisha’s hair only to decide the better of it at the last second. Backpedaling into the ropes instead, the Cambridge native came out at a full sprint and somersaulted over Krantz’s left shoulder to catch a Three Quarters Facelock that delivered Elisha’s noggin unto the deck with a resounding THWHAM! Left facedown at the bottom of a crater courtesy of ‘Good Knight!’, Elisha offered nothing save a soft groan of protest when Everly rolled her onto her back and cradled the far nice and tight for…
GOOD KNIGHT @ 2:20
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EurrFHllYxE
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Krantz escaped by the slimmest of margins, her kick-out earning some begrudging applause from those in attendance. Elisha begrudged the redhead nothing, she just snatched a double handful of hair and pulled the other wrestler to her feet. “You’re starting to lag behind, Elisha.” Everly chirped as she pumped a half dozen Kneelifts into the pit of her foe’s stomach. “But at least you’ll have a great view of me crossing the finish line!”
Another heavy Kneelift meant Krantz could offer nothing but breathless wheezing when the leggy blonde whipped around and ran the ropes to ensure maximum momentum for the knee she buried in the American’s breadbaskNOOOO! Elisha straightened up and whipped around to leave Knight swinging at nothing but the spot she’d so recently vacated. Striking with the speed of a natural predator, Krantz hooked her hands into claws and raaaaaaked the ingénue from shoulders to buttock with a single sweeping slash!
Everly cried out and stumbled forward, her hands shooting skyward to clutch at some unseen attacker. She was still fighting through the burning sting when Krantz stepped in from behind and hooked three fingers of each hand into the corners of her opponent’s mouth.
“NO FINISH LINE FOR YOU, SLUT!” Elisha shrieked as she pulled the fishhooks as deep as they would go. Everly’s eyes went wide, then squenched tight as the furious redhead set her thumbs against the underside of the Brit’s jaw and pressed as hard as she could.
Arms windmilling frantically, Knight managed a few awkward steps toward the ropes only to shriek in dismay when Elisha tightened her grip and draaaaaaagged her back to the center. “Ask her!” Krantz snarled at Reggie. “That’s a quitter’s scream if ever I heard one!”
“Come now, Elisha. You know you can’t get a legal submission with a fishhook.” the official countered. “Speaking of which, if you would be so kind as to release that--”
“I said ASK HER!” Elisha shook the newcomer’s noggin back and forth like she meant to take it clean off her shoulders.
But Worthington III wasn’t about to be bullied into a breach of etiquette so rather than question Everly he raised his voice to count, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” Krantz avoided the disqualification not by breaking her grip, but by hopping up and bracing her knees between Knight’s shoulders to bring her THWHUMPING down on the posted joints in a particularly merciless application of the Lungblower.
LUNGBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hvcgu5lqWEU
Everly bounced away from the hellacious impalement only to barrel roll her way to within arm’s length of the bottom rope. Spying sanctuary so close, Everly reached out and-- “AARRRGGGHHH!” Elisha planted a knee in the small of her rival’s back, caught hold of that exposed wrist in both hands and deftly folded that arm up between Knight’s shoulders in a Hammerlock!
“Where do you think you’re going, new meat?” Krantz hissed at Everly. “Did I say you could leave my ring?” Knight shook her head ‘no’ not to answer Elisha’s question, but to tell the referee she wasn’t going to quit.
With one arm neutralized in most painful fashion, the former track standout shifted her weight and shot out the other to grab hold of the rubber-coated steel. “Break it!” she groaned to the redhead. “Get off me, Krantz, I’m in the ropOOOOOOWWWWW STAAAAAAHHHP!”
Elisha thought about halving the Hammerlock to gain control of the Brit’s other arm, but since she’d already made the ropes she settled for snatching a handful of the blonde’s hair and craaaaaaaaaaanking her head back at a sharp angle. “Beg me, you little bytch. Beg me to leave this ri--”
“ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Elisha broke her holds with a snarl of disgust, popped to her feet and jabbed a finger into Reggie’s sternum. “That’s the last bit of crap I’m going to take from you, understand?” she snapped at the referee. “That piece of trash was about to cry for mercy and you ruined it!”
Dismissing the zebra before he could offer a word of defense, Krantz stormed back to Knight, hooked her hands around the Brit’s shoulder-straps and used them to haul her upright. A rough Side Headlock kept the blonde glued to her tormentor while Elisha crowded the strands and pressed Everly’s face to the top rope. “Grab the ropes now.” she taunted. “Go ahead skag, grab the ropes, see if they save your punk ass!”
Everly actually followed the American’s snide command, unfortunately she didn’t get a chance to so much as peep before Elisha bore down on the Headlock and started to draaaaaaaaaaaaag her face along the cable! “BYTCH!” Knight sobbed over the protests of the official and the FAWNatics.
“A little respect when you say that, please.” Elisha giggled. “Otherwise I might have to scrape the rest of your face off on OFH! OFH! OFH!”
Everly crooked her right arm into a ‘V’ and jabbed her elbow into the pit of Krantz’s stomach no less than half a dozen times. Infuriated by the continued defiance, Elisha gave up the Headlock for a plain ‘ol hair-hold and rushed to the corner with every intention of smashing Everly’s forehead against the top turnbuckle.
Krantz dragged the defiant blonde to the corner by her hair, drawing back the track star’s head by its roots before slammiWAIT! Knight’s left foot was planted hard against the middle buckle, keeping her body firmly in place as she delivered a series of shots with her elbow straight into Krantz’s unguarded gut.
“OOF, Goddam- AUGH! Blond-UNGH Bitch!” Krantz spat, still trying to force the blonde’s unwilling head into the top turnbuckle by sheer force as her belly was THUMPED repeatedly with sharp elbows. “FINE!” Elisha shrieked, flipping the direction of her force as she slammed the blonde backwards by her hair with a hair pull mat slam. Knight nearly flipped over onto her stomach, her ass hanging in the air as she balanced awkwardly on her neck. The redhead saw an opportunity and struck, rushing in-between the Brit’s high-angled open thighs, wrapping two arms around them and pinning her foe inelegantly against the mat.
“COUNT IT REF!” Krantz screamed as Worthington quickly scrambled into position.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Everly’s body shot like a spring off the canvas as she exerted everything she had in her, finally rolling back over onto her belly as Krantz got a mouthful of Knight’s ass, sending her staggering back in bewilderment into the corner.
“Two? TWO!? If you're going to count slow on me Worthington, I swear!” Krantz screeched, getting into the referee’s face ready to berate him for her ‘unfair’ treatment throughout the night. Knight slowly got back up to her knees, breathing tight and calculated as she tried to shrug off the overwhelming pain she was feeling in her limbs.
“No no no, we’re not finished Little Miss Flat Ass!” Krantz hollered as she returned her attention back to the rising Brit, Elisha’s face bright red as she was fed up and done with dealing with the annoyingly tenacious FAWN rookie.
Knight had barely made it back to her feet, slouched against the ropes when she felt a hard slap to the back of her head, followed by searching fingers in her hair as Krantz tried to drag Everly back by her roots to the center of the ring. Fearing the worst, Knight clutched the ropes with both hands, stopping Elisha’s tug dead in its tracks but brutally burning her own scalp as her hair was caught in the middle. Everly’s head wrenched back as Elisha looked back in jovial shock.
“Are you seriously this stu-OOMPH” Krantz choked, her pounded gut getting rocked again, this time by a hard back kick from Knight that left her stumbling back, forced to abandon her precious hair-hold. Elisha fell to a knee as she tried catching her breath, her eyes swelling as she sucked back in the air that had been robbed from her lungs. Brushing away sweat soaked strands of red as she stood back up, Krantz only caught a glimpse of Knight’s incoming raised boot as it brutally walloped into her chest!
THE TRACK KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MdUfvNs4K1s
Krantz hit the mat with a loud SMACK as any breath she had regained was knocked right out of her tenfold, her body wheezing on the mat as Knight slung herself against the ropes to keep upright. Everly could hear the calls from the crowd ‘PIN HER!’,‘GO FOR THE PIN‘,‘TAKE THE WIN WHILE YOU CAN!’ all from eager fans of the British upstart or simply dissidents of Krantz.
Shocking the fans and Worthington himself, Knight grabbed Elisha from the side, taking an arm and a leg as she gradually pulled her boisterous burgundy-clad opponent toward the turnbuckle, ultimately dropping her mere feet away from the corner pads. Knight shuffled back, propping her back against the corner as she looked up into the ceiling lights, breathing in deeply as she took a moment to take everything in. Shaking herself from side to side, she tightened her grip on the ropes as she rotated her head around in a circle, everything she used to do before a big race. She was ready.
Boosting herself onto the second turnbuckle by her arms, Knight breathed in deep, calling her shot as she pointed at Krantz below with pure focus in her eyes. In an instant, Knight leapt with an athleticism that caught the attention of everyone in attendance, performing her trademark 2nd rope somersault leap as she landed thigh first hard across Elisha’s prone torso, a heavy SMACK ringing out as skin slapped against skin!
KNIGHTFALL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-sw-qZT32UI
Elisha rose exhaling, her eyes rolling lazily before she flopped back onto the mat, red strands of hair splayed outwards as Everly flipped backwards onto her stomach. She immediately rushed to Krantz, hooking a leg as she sluggishly counted with her head and free hand along with the count.
ONE
TWO
THREE!
Knight sat up with a beaming smile, rolling onto her side as she stretched out on the mat in exuberance, just listening to the sound of the crowd as she was overcome with emotions. She had made it. It wasn’t a gold medal, and it wasn’t the Olympics, but this felt even better. Everly climbed slowly up the ropes, graciously denying the helping hand from Worthington with a smile as she wanted to make it up on her own, just like she had made it to FAWN.
Finally squeezing Worthington’s hand, he hoisted it up to the applause of the crowd, her face still flush red as she held her free arm against her chest, enduring the leftover pain of the fight and savoring every last bit of it as a reminder of how victory felt. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… EVERLY KNIGHT!”
Everly bounded to the ropes with pride, her smile stretching from ear to ear as she thrust one arm up to the delight of her jubilant fans. She tried meeting every eye, the applause from the crowd almost overwhelming as she took in the incredible feeling of a FAWN victory. Looking through the crowd, she spotted a pair of eyes that surprised her. Everly’s face lit up as she met the proud gaze of her older sister Cleo, slipping under the ropes as she approached the sister who had introduced her to FAWN and the wrestling world. Without saying a word the two embraced, Knight overcome with joy as she shared her brightest moment with her sister. Cleo lightly forced her back as fans and spectators crowded around, all trying to get autographs and high-fives from the victorious Brit.
“Don’t say anything, enjoy your moment. This is about you. I’ll get my moment someday soon.” Cleo whispered, stepping backwards as she was quickly swallowed by the crowd, fans frantically taking her place eager to meet the new signee.
Knight signed quick autographs and slapped high fives, quickly moving away from her position as she made her way around the ringside. “You're my new favorite!” she heard a voice in the sea of noise, giving her a grin as she made her way slowly up the ramp. She felt ready to collapse as she backed her way up the ramp, her smile never leaving her as she tried taking visual snapshot after snapshot of the moment.
It was only at the top of the ramp that she actually looked back at the ring, her only sight the glare of her phoenix-haired foe sitting in the corner holding her chest tightly with both arms, giving Knight a look that was meant to kill. Everly stared back, not sure how to meet the flames of her foe's gaze, looking around the arena for answers before replying in the only way she felt fit to do. Knight moved her sore arm away from her aching chest, pretending to turn away before swiveling back and blowing a cheeky kiss to the crumpled rose she had left in the ring. Knight turned away, denying Elisha a retort as she made her first victorious exit.
ELISHA KRANTZ:
The svelte red-haired wrestler simply waved off the jeers and boos, mockingly sliding her hands down her burgundy one-piece, showing off a body that no one in the crowd could match and she knew it. A pair of jet black boots made up the rest of her attire, simple and elegant. She walked to the corner, ignoring the raising volume of the raucous crowd as she rested against the ropes, completely relaxed. One particularly loud voice in the crowd caught her attention, her head casually turning toward the larger man as she nonchalantly replied to his insulting remarks, “Not a single one of you is even fit to lick my damn boots. Sit down losers.”
Holding his breath, as he waited for the crowd to cool the Announcer began to shuffle awkwardly. “Just call her already” he heard impatiently from the corner, the boos finally subsiding as he let his voice bellow. “And introducing her opponent. Hailing all the way from Cambridge, England….. She stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-one pounds. Please welcome, for the very first time to the FAWN Arena, EVERLY KNIGHT!”
POWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJKHY6oFuZc
Darkness overtook the arena as the revving of an engine roared throughout the arena, the bass rocking the audience in attendance as a spotlight hit the center stage in rhythm with the introduction of the beat. The FAWN’tron showed flashes of gold medals, sprinting tracks, and a podium with one clouded indistinguishable figure standing with their head down. The only thing visible on the stage was a hooded figure, her head facing the ground as she stood in silence, waiting with her arms behind her back, a large British flag clearly adorned and embroidered in the center of the jacket. The shaded figure on the FAWN’tron slowly began to fade as the music changed...
‘Hold up, no you didn't bow, bow
I ain't the chick to walk behind you around town
Just cause you're packin', packin', whoop, down south
That don't mean I'm ever gonna take it laying down, baby’
EVERLY KNIGHT:
Everly threw back her hood as she raised her hands with a bright smile, finally on the stage she had dreamt about all her life, in front of a packed crowd filled with the resounding applause from the crowd. It may have been debut excitement or the fact that she was up against one of the most detested women in FAWN, but the applause was like nothing Everly had ever experienced, even with all of her collegiate accomplishments. It all felt different, new and better, Everly’s smile only grew larger as she made her way down the ramp at a jog, slapping the hands of the wonderful fans as she circled the ring.
Everly made a full lap, stopping at the intersection of the ramp and the ring pads as she soaked in the applause, her music still blaring, the moment forever ingrained as the moment she had finally made it.
She climbed the stairs, slapping the steel with her hands as she made her way up onto the apron, stopping and looking at the crowd as she took off her jacket to reveal a tight white track top, the number 290 prominently etched in black across the white fabric, two red stripes on the side and the British flag proudly displayed over each shoulder.
She heard a catcall from somewhere in the crowd, her smile fading a bit before she saw a young girl in the front row smiling and clapping for her. Hopping off the apron, she bundled up the jacket and handed it to the fan, thanking her as she turned around and leaped back onto the apron, quickly bounding through the ropes and hopping from foot to foot in the corner. She wasn’t here to be a pretty face or to be ogled, she was here for the best competition in the wrestling world.
She immediately went to greet the referee, relative newcomer Reginald Worthington III, asking him for a quick check-up as she was ready to get underway.
Elisha simply smirked, looking over the newcomer without a shred of worry as she kept her comfortable pose in her corner. Tonight was the night that everyone would remind everyone what happened to new meat on their first night in the FAWN Arena. Pain, punishment, and most of all, humiliation. And she looked forward to welcoming this bouncy idiot to FAWN in grand fashion. Tonight was her night to make a statement, to play spoiler to the fresh meat that was hopping around the ring and finally show the rest of the world her abundant talent.
Knight had done enough research on her opponent to know the redhead wouldn‘t respond to an offered hand, and any similar gesture from her was sure to be a trick. The newcomer wasn’t going to fall victim to the same sort of game. Her hours of watching and re-watching tape couldn’t be shoved aside in the name of formality.
Everly bound to her corner, straight across from Krantz, leaving the two to stare each other down, counting down the seconds until the bell rang. “It’s no different from the indies, just another match, you’ve done this before…. You can do it again” Everly thought to herself right before….
DING DING!
Each woman left their corner promptly, the two heading to the center with Knight cautiously bouncing from foot to foot as Krantz strode forward confidently in contrast. “Ah, look how cute. The rookie’s nervous! It’s almost adorable or it would be if you didn’t look so ridiculously stupid. Track practice and the high school gym are that way sweetie!” Elisha pointed up the entrance ramp, lowering her head mockingly as she talked down to her incredulous foe just a couple of steps out of range.
“God I heard backstage you don’t shut up, but they really undersold it” Everly barked back, the two beginning to circle one another, Everly’s hand raising for a Test of Strength as she continued moving nimbly from foot to foot, a stark contrast to Elisha’s poised step over step approach.
“Big talk from some no name rookie. You're not on my level blondie!” Elisha snapped back as she slapped the testing hand away, stepping in quickly with a big overhead punch that Knight narrowly ducked, using her foe's forward momentum to wrap one arm around Elisha’s neck and using the other to pull Krantz’s arm across her own body, Knight’s leg quickly sneaking between Elisha’s. Everly had control and thrust the both of them forward just before jerking Elisha and herself back, slamming Krantz’s head against the canvas hard with a side-Russian leg sweep.
SIDE-RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=p0rToJdrAT8
Knight quickly rolled away, getting to all fours fast as she rushed back to her feet, leaving Krantz flat on the deck, massaging her aching head. With a speed born of her track & field background, Knight ran for the ropes, ricocheting off them as she rushed back toward Krantz, leaping in the air with a picture perfect somersault that left her legs crashing straight against Elisha’s chest and face!
FLIPPING LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LvVsqbIvYFA
The move had the fans cheering, not expecting this level of athleticism from the untested rookie. Everly immediately twisted her legs around and off of her opponent, laying her body flat across Elisha’s torso as she reached out and hooked the leg of her groaning opponent. “Please be enough, I can send a message, please.” Knight murmured to herself as the ref hit the mat.
ONE…
TWO…
The cardinal haired grappler shot her arm off the mat defiantly before a third slap could come down, leaving Knight frustrated but determined as she grabbed her adversary by her fiery mane and pulled her sharply to her feet. Everly led her foe around in a circle before Irish whipping her into the corner, Krantz’s back colliding with a THWUMP against the turnbuckle.
Elisha stood dazed, arms against the ropes as she watched her agile opponent sprint to the opposite turnbuckle, her body turning as she hit the far side, dashing back like a gold medal was on the line before leaping into the air forearm-first. Dazed, but not immobile, Elisha spun out of the way of the flying collegiate star, leaving her to crash with a heavy THUD against the ring-post.
Everly bounces away from the buckles on impact, the newcomer instinctually pivoting to get her eyes on Elis--“OOOFFFHHH!”
Krantz pounced on the blonde mid-turn, smashing a heavy Kneelift home just above the point of her opponent’s right hip! “Did I say you could turn around, bikini-meat?” Elisha asked at the approximate moment she slapped Everly across the back of the head. “Get your ass back in the corner!”
Knight didn’t want to, alas she had no control over the matter and she’s quickly stuffed chest-first against the top buckle. But just because she’s new to FAWN didn’t mean Everly’s new to the vagaries of the squared circle. The former track & field standout hooked her right arm over the top rope in a trice and proclaimed, “Ropes! Get off me, Krantz, I’m in the ropNNNGGGHH!”
Perfectly cognizant of the ingénue’s position, Elisha Krantz pointed her left shoulder at Knight’s back, reached across her own chest like she’s about to pat that shoulder, then CRACKED a wicked Knife-Edge Chop between the blonde’s shoulders! “What was that?” she smirked at her wincing opposition. “You want me to keep chopping until your back bleeds? That’s kinda weird, but who am I to judge?”
‘Judge’ was still reaching the fans in the first row when the red-clad battler unloaded with a whole cutting block’s worth of Knife-Edge Chops, Elisha clearly making it a point to land her shots in the same spot each and every time. What felt like an eternity for the Englishwoman was in actuality barely five seconds, as Reginald offered a warning rather than a count on approach. “All right, that’s enough of that Elisha.”
Krantz smiled, raised both hands to shoulder level and took a few steps back to satisfy the zebra’s order. “Sorry Reggie! But I saw all of Evie’s disgusting backne and I thought I’d try to help her out!”
“Chuuu…. cheeky brat.” Knight groaned from her place in the corner. “That was a cheap shot and you know HEY! LET GO OF MY OOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!”
Swerving around Worthington III to get back to her prey, Elisha snuggled in against Everly’s back, the pressure of it driving more air from the Briton’s already wheezing frame. To make matters worse, Elisha quickly reached through the gap between top and middle ropes to seize hold of Knight’s wrists. Just like that Krantz stepped back, the abrupt shift in position wreeeeeeeenching Everly’s shoulders and biceps against the rubber-coated steel! As if things couldn’t get worse (and if Elisha Krantz had the chance to make things worse, rest assured she would) the redhead planted her left foot at the base of Knight’s spine and leaaaaaaaaaaaned back while simultaneously pumping her foot like someone testing a dubious brake pedal.
“Hear all that wailing, Reggie?” Elisha asked of the blonde’s audible suffering. “She’s clearly no match for me!”
Reginald, heretofore an exemplary pillar of officiating by Elisha Krantz’s impeccable standards, put an indelible stain on his record by denying her request for a much too fast, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” Elisha released the illegal Surfboard with a sneer of disgust, but then she walked away to taunt the FAWNatics, leaving Everly to extract herself from the unpleasant arrangement. “Hanging in there, Everly?” Worthington III asked when the blonde groans after rolling her shoulders. “If you’re hurt I can call for the--”
“I’m fine.” Knight said firmly. “I just wasn’t expecting her to NNNNGGGHHH!”
RUNNING CORNER HIP CHECK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3FO1rk1z4s
The presumed safety provided by an official caused Everly to drop her guard, a lapse that cost her dearly when Elisha rushed in from the other side of the ring and THWHUMPED a massive running Hip Check into the pit of the Englishwoman’s stomach!
Knight’s strong legs went weak and she would’ve collapsed to her butt if she hadn’t threaded her arms over the top rope. But even that didn’t do her much good when Elisha strolled in and helped herself to a double handful of long blonde hair. “Get your lazy arse outta these buckles, crumpet!” Krantz sneered in a truly hideous faux-Cockney as she took two giant steps forward and flipped Everly over onto her tailbone with a cringe-inducing Snapmare!
Patently ignoring the warnings of one Reginald Worthington III, Elisha raced at her seated adversary and threw herself into a tight downward spiral, the rampaging redhead leading with her right arm to THWHAP a European Uppercut off the base of Everly’s skull! Knight pitched forward and quickly slopped to her side, the newcomer cradling her head in her arms after the pinpoint strike.
“What’s wrong, did I make ya homesick, honey?” Elisha giggled as she tugged Everly onto her back and plopped down atop her chest for a Crossbody. Hooking the far leg so she could pull it up to the blonde’s chest, Krantz adds, “Maybe you should go back there since you can’t hack it on this side of the Atlantic!” No cogent response from Everly, probably because the crowd’s bellowing along with Reggie’s count of…
ONE…
TWO…
Knight kicked out *just* after ‘TWO!’ a show of determination and resilience that made Elisha hate her that much more. “Oh, you think you’re tuff now?” Krantz plunged a hand into Everly’s hair and tugged her head from side to side in spite of the official’s clearly audible warnings. “Think you’re gonna hang around and make me work for it? Not a chance you limey brat!”
Switching from hair-holds to a grip on Knight’s shoulder straps if only so Worthington III would shut up, Elisha forced Everly to stand, then grabbed a wrist in both hands and sent her off to the races with an Irish Whip. The simple act of running seemed to clear Knight’s head, as her gait steadied out in a few steps and she’s positively sprinting by the time she made the return trip off the strands. Not that speed alone was enough to save her from Krantz’s machinations, as the redhead proved when she dipped behind the agile newcomer and deftly knotted her in an Abdominal StrNO!
Everly swung free of the submission attempt to end up on her opponent’s six! She was in great position for an Abdominal Stretch of her own, but the tenacious tyro had something else in mind. Snatching Elisha’s noggin in a tight Side Headlock, Everly gave the simple hold several strong constrictions, the blonde making a point to grrrrrrrind the protesting redhead’s left temple against the point of her hip. “Don’t think I can hang, huh?” Knight chirped while Elisha swatted and pushed at sinewy bicep. “Let me tell you something, girl. This race is just getting started!” With that she broke into another leggy sprint, Everly burning up the canvas until she took to the skies for a soaring hop that put her down on her tush while Elisha landed HARD on her face, chest and belly!
Krantz tumbled to her back in the wake of the Bulldog, prompting the crowd to call for a cover, but Everly knew there’s no way her redheaded rival was finished so easily. In fact there’s still plenty of hard going left in this race and Knight meant to show the FAWNatics that it’s Elisha who couldn’t follow in HER footsteps!
“Up. C’mon Elisha, there’s still so much to do!”
Everly cupped Krantz’s ears, stood up and forced her opponent to do the same. Dipping down beside the stunned grappler, Knight slipped her right arm around Elisha’s waist and braced her other arm across the American’s calves. Just like that Everly hoisted her off the mat, then turned a quarter circle and went down on one knee, all the better to THWHUMP Krantz’s back across the brawny expanse of her thigh!
“AAAAAAHHHHHH!” Elisha jolted from end to end, but didn’t slide to the canvas because Everly braced one hand against her foe’s thigh and the other across her chin.
PENDULUM BACKBREAKER HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WSHS6QvSezo
Pushing down on both ends, she bounced her knee up and down and asked, “Still think I can’t hack it here, Elisha?”
“You, little bytc- AUGHHHHHH” Krantz cried as Everly pushed down even harder, cutting off the stuck-up redhead mid-tirade.
Knight caught sight of Worthington’s approaching form and quickly pushed Elisha off her knee, the redhead rolling onto the mat with a sigh of relief and pain, her arms flailing to try to caress the aching point on her back.
“You didn’t have to do that, I didn’t even start counting” Worthington remarked, watching as the blonde hopped back to her feet and approached her crawling foe from behind.
“I didn’t want to give you any impression that I was dodgy” Knight answered as she delivered a sharp boot to the back of her burgundy-clad foe. “Besides, I had something else in mind for this tosh”
Everly began to drag Elisha back toward the center, the redhead fighting as she tried to jump for the near sitting bottom rope, grabbing nothing but air as Knight forcefully hauled her away from sanctuary. Knight exhaled, delivering one more solid kick to the base of Krantz’s spine to keep her still. From there she grabbed each of Elisha’s shins, pulling them up as she planted one foot after the other on Krantz’s thighs, barely balancing on the struggling redhead’s pale legs as she reached down and over her opponent, quickly clenching both arms before leaning back, back, back, back until….
SURFBOARD STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uYOwoLys6TY
“GAHHHHHHHHH!” Krantz shook her head vigorously in defiance, bright strands of red waving to and fro as Knight stretched her opponent, both legs pulsing in exertion, beads of sweat dripping down her brow.
“Are you done, Elisha? Do you submit?” Worthington queried, watching as the redhead's chest and stomach were pushed forward, her arms and legs working against her as she shook her head frantically back and forth. “Elisha, you’ve got to be verbal! Do you tap?” the referee diligently expressed, watching as Knight fell into a sitting position, yanking each of Elisha’s arms back one after the other.
“NO, NO, NO, NO!” Krantz cried, her body shaking and squirming in rebellion as Knight wrenched her right arm back again.
Everly could feel her grip growing tenuous, Krantz’s constant struggles slowly moving the pair closer and closer to the ropes as she’s forced to readjust her hold time and time again.
“Come on, give damn you” Knight muttered to herself, trying to roll onto her back, attempting to force Krantz into the air and away from any rubber salvation. With a strenuous gasp Knight rolled back, her hands sliding off of the slick, sweat covered arms of Krantz and breaking the stretch all in one go as she’s sent tumbling backward.
Krantz scurried towards the bottom rope, shimmying her body like a worm until she’s pulled herself under and straight out of the ring. Krantz stumbled with her first few steps, nearly falling over before catching herself with the help of the ring barrier.
“ONE!” The referee began the count, Krantz taking in deep breath after deep breath as she wiped her crimson locks out of her face. “THREE!” Krantz panicked as she looked back into the ring only to see Knight bouncing off the ropes, running full speed at her like a British jet fighter! Elisha pivoted to her side, snatching a foot as Everly’s legs shot out from underneath the ring ropes, in an attempted Baseball Slide. Krantz yanked Knight’s foot and pulled as hard as she could, jerking the British track star underneath the ropes and sending her body crashing to cold mats below.
“I think you’d say bollocks” Krantz smiled, sending kick after kick into the aching Englishwoman as the ref’s count rang on. “FIVE!”
“Up we go ‘superstar’'' Krantz mockingly shouted, making sure that everyone could hear her as she pulled Knight up by her hair, roughly tugging the aching blonde up on wobbly knees. “Oh wait, that’s right. I’m a FAWN star and you're an absolute nobody!” Krantz shrieked before slamming Knight’s head into the ring apron, Everly’s body buckling as Elisha keeps her upright.
“EIGHT! Bring it inside come on Elisha!”
Krantz rolled her eyes at the referee’s scolding, then tossed the Brit back inside the ring before following right along at the count of ‘NINE’. Knight crawled into the corner, trying to find reprieve from the vermillion vixen, her head spinning from the fall as she tried to regain any set of her bearings. Krantz leaned down and into her face, slapping her cheek before grabbing Knight by the chin.
“You're going to be my first grand statement, cutie. I’m glad it’s you. It should be you. I’m going to end your ‘precious’ little career before it’s even started you stupid track flunkie”
Krantz fired kick after kick into Everly, furiously stomping her opponent's body as Worthington separated the two. “We’re just having fun Reggie, see, look how much fun she’s having!” Krantz laughed before returning to the corner, a sadistic glint in her eye as she slowly pushed her foot against Everly’s throat, gradually pushing harder and harder as she grabged the ropes, putting her whole body into choking out Knight in the corner!
“Elisha! Last warning! Come on now!”
“Spoilsport” Krantz huffed, jerking the coughing Englishwoman back to her feet, holding her in place with a handful of blonde tendrils. Krantz kept her in place, holding her up like a prize before delivering a hard Kneelift to the gut that sent ripples through Knight’s body.
The feeling was familiar, a lot like being at the end of another sprint, her body heavy, her blood pressure high, her heart racing. “Stay up” Elisha demanded, pulling Knight back up off her knees, slapping her face with mocking blows before roughly pushing her into the ropes, waiting for her to stumble back as she caught onto Knight’s right wrist, hooking it snug around her own neck cutthroat-style. Elisha smoothly ducked her head underneath Everly’s left arm, slithering her own left arm underneath Knight’s left thigh before dropping low, ready to unleash The Red Dimension. Everly quickly stomped down with everything she had left in her left leg, breaking Krantz’s hold and crushing Elisha’s unassuming foot in the process. Knight quickly jumped forward with her arm still hooked around Elisha’s head in a Bulldog position, bringing Krantz lurching face-first into the mat!
Elisha bounced up and over on impact, the redhead flopping onto her back in a woozy sprawl that got a lot more compact when Everly pounced atop her and hooked both legs into a Back Press that pointed her foe’s tush into the lights. Leaning as much of her weight across Krantz’s shoulders as the cover would allow, Knight joined Reggie and the crowd in counting off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Everly scrambled to her knees and immediately showed the official three fingers only to have him counter with a disappointing two. The blonde nodded, took a deep breath and returned her attention to Elisha, Knight gripping her foe’s head in both hands to haul her upright. “It’s time you learned a lesson about respect, sweetheart.” Everly explained in the midst of catching Elisha in a Front Facelock. “Namely, one needs to give it, in order to receive it. And since you don’t seem inclined to do so, you forfeit the right to be angry over any shabby treatment.”
To that end the newcomer slung Krantz’s near arm across her shoulders, then grabbed a handful of Elisha’s one-piece just above her right hip and hoisted her up ‘n over for a heavy Vertical Suplex! Kicking her legs up on impact, Knight twisted onto her stomach and scrambled to her knees in a single serpentine motion to return to boot-leather with Elisha still trapped in her clutches. Another Suplex seemed an order, but Everly relinquished the Facelock to go behind the American and stuff her head under Elisha’s left arm. In the same motion she crooked her right arm around Krantz’s waist and braced her left hand against the back of the redhead’s left thigh, thus giving her all the leverage she needed to boost Elisha up onto the point of her shoulder.
The crowd ‘ooooohed’ the show of strength, then cheered all the louder when the Englishwoman turned in a circle to better show off her foe’s upraised backside. Just like that Knight swung Elisha back the way she’d came while simultaneously dropping to one knee to THWUMP Krantz’s tailbone atop the posted joint!
“OH YOU CHEAP BYTCH!” Elisha yowled as she staggered away, both hands to her compacted cheeks in the moments before her legs gave out and she collapsed to her knees.
Directly behind, Everly Knight stepped forward like she meant to grab Elisha’s hair only to decide the better of it at the last second. Backpedaling into the ropes instead, the Cambridge native came out at a full sprint and somersaulted over Krantz’s left shoulder to catch a Three Quarters Facelock that delivered Elisha’s noggin unto the deck with a resounding THWHAM! Left facedown at the bottom of a crater courtesy of ‘Good Knight!’, Elisha offered nothing save a soft groan of protest when Everly rolled her onto her back and cradled the far nice and tight for…
GOOD KNIGHT @ 2:20
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EurrFHllYxE
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Krantz escaped by the slimmest of margins, her kick-out earning some begrudging applause from those in attendance. Elisha begrudged the redhead nothing, she just snatched a double handful of hair and pulled the other wrestler to her feet. “You’re starting to lag behind, Elisha.” Everly chirped as she pumped a half dozen Kneelifts into the pit of her foe’s stomach. “But at least you’ll have a great view of me crossing the finish line!”
Another heavy Kneelift meant Krantz could offer nothing but breathless wheezing when the leggy blonde whipped around and ran the ropes to ensure maximum momentum for the knee she buried in the American’s breadbaskNOOOO! Elisha straightened up and whipped around to leave Knight swinging at nothing but the spot she’d so recently vacated. Striking with the speed of a natural predator, Krantz hooked her hands into claws and raaaaaaked the ingénue from shoulders to buttock with a single sweeping slash!
Everly cried out and stumbled forward, her hands shooting skyward to clutch at some unseen attacker. She was still fighting through the burning sting when Krantz stepped in from behind and hooked three fingers of each hand into the corners of her opponent’s mouth.
“NO FINISH LINE FOR YOU, SLUT!” Elisha shrieked as she pulled the fishhooks as deep as they would go. Everly’s eyes went wide, then squenched tight as the furious redhead set her thumbs against the underside of the Brit’s jaw and pressed as hard as she could.
Arms windmilling frantically, Knight managed a few awkward steps toward the ropes only to shriek in dismay when Elisha tightened her grip and draaaaaaagged her back to the center. “Ask her!” Krantz snarled at Reggie. “That’s a quitter’s scream if ever I heard one!”
“Come now, Elisha. You know you can’t get a legal submission with a fishhook.” the official countered. “Speaking of which, if you would be so kind as to release that--”
“I said ASK HER!” Elisha shook the newcomer’s noggin back and forth like she meant to take it clean off her shoulders.
But Worthington III wasn’t about to be bullied into a breach of etiquette so rather than question Everly he raised his voice to count, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” Krantz avoided the disqualification not by breaking her grip, but by hopping up and bracing her knees between Knight’s shoulders to bring her THWHUMPING down on the posted joints in a particularly merciless application of the Lungblower.
LUNGBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hvcgu5lqWEU
Everly bounced away from the hellacious impalement only to barrel roll her way to within arm’s length of the bottom rope. Spying sanctuary so close, Everly reached out and-- “AARRRGGGHHH!” Elisha planted a knee in the small of her rival’s back, caught hold of that exposed wrist in both hands and deftly folded that arm up between Knight’s shoulders in a Hammerlock!
“Where do you think you’re going, new meat?” Krantz hissed at Everly. “Did I say you could leave my ring?” Knight shook her head ‘no’ not to answer Elisha’s question, but to tell the referee she wasn’t going to quit.
With one arm neutralized in most painful fashion, the former track standout shifted her weight and shot out the other to grab hold of the rubber-coated steel. “Break it!” she groaned to the redhead. “Get off me, Krantz, I’m in the ropOOOOOOWWWWW STAAAAAAHHHP!”
Elisha thought about halving the Hammerlock to gain control of the Brit’s other arm, but since she’d already made the ropes she settled for snatching a handful of the blonde’s hair and craaaaaaaaaaanking her head back at a sharp angle. “Beg me, you little bytch. Beg me to leave this ri--”
“ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Elisha broke her holds with a snarl of disgust, popped to her feet and jabbed a finger into Reggie’s sternum. “That’s the last bit of crap I’m going to take from you, understand?” she snapped at the referee. “That piece of trash was about to cry for mercy and you ruined it!”
Dismissing the zebra before he could offer a word of defense, Krantz stormed back to Knight, hooked her hands around the Brit’s shoulder-straps and used them to haul her upright. A rough Side Headlock kept the blonde glued to her tormentor while Elisha crowded the strands and pressed Everly’s face to the top rope. “Grab the ropes now.” she taunted. “Go ahead skag, grab the ropes, see if they save your punk ass!”
Everly actually followed the American’s snide command, unfortunately she didn’t get a chance to so much as peep before Elisha bore down on the Headlock and started to draaaaaaaaaaaaag her face along the cable! “BYTCH!” Knight sobbed over the protests of the official and the FAWNatics.
“A little respect when you say that, please.” Elisha giggled. “Otherwise I might have to scrape the rest of your face off on OFH! OFH! OFH!”
Everly crooked her right arm into a ‘V’ and jabbed her elbow into the pit of Krantz’s stomach no less than half a dozen times. Infuriated by the continued defiance, Elisha gave up the Headlock for a plain ‘ol hair-hold and rushed to the corner with every intention of smashing Everly’s forehead against the top turnbuckle.
Krantz dragged the defiant blonde to the corner by her hair, drawing back the track star’s head by its roots before slammiWAIT! Knight’s left foot was planted hard against the middle buckle, keeping her body firmly in place as she delivered a series of shots with her elbow straight into Krantz’s unguarded gut.
“OOF, Goddam- AUGH! Blond-UNGH Bitch!” Krantz spat, still trying to force the blonde’s unwilling head into the top turnbuckle by sheer force as her belly was THUMPED repeatedly with sharp elbows. “FINE!” Elisha shrieked, flipping the direction of her force as she slammed the blonde backwards by her hair with a hair pull mat slam. Knight nearly flipped over onto her stomach, her ass hanging in the air as she balanced awkwardly on her neck. The redhead saw an opportunity and struck, rushing in-between the Brit’s high-angled open thighs, wrapping two arms around them and pinning her foe inelegantly against the mat.
“COUNT IT REF!” Krantz screamed as Worthington quickly scrambled into position.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Everly’s body shot like a spring off the canvas as she exerted everything she had in her, finally rolling back over onto her belly as Krantz got a mouthful of Knight’s ass, sending her staggering back in bewilderment into the corner.
“Two? TWO!? If you're going to count slow on me Worthington, I swear!” Krantz screeched, getting into the referee’s face ready to berate him for her ‘unfair’ treatment throughout the night. Knight slowly got back up to her knees, breathing tight and calculated as she tried to shrug off the overwhelming pain she was feeling in her limbs.
“No no no, we’re not finished Little Miss Flat Ass!” Krantz hollered as she returned her attention back to the rising Brit, Elisha’s face bright red as she was fed up and done with dealing with the annoyingly tenacious FAWN rookie.
Knight had barely made it back to her feet, slouched against the ropes when she felt a hard slap to the back of her head, followed by searching fingers in her hair as Krantz tried to drag Everly back by her roots to the center of the ring. Fearing the worst, Knight clutched the ropes with both hands, stopping Elisha’s tug dead in its tracks but brutally burning her own scalp as her hair was caught in the middle. Everly’s head wrenched back as Elisha looked back in jovial shock.
“Are you seriously this stu-OOMPH” Krantz choked, her pounded gut getting rocked again, this time by a hard back kick from Knight that left her stumbling back, forced to abandon her precious hair-hold. Elisha fell to a knee as she tried catching her breath, her eyes swelling as she sucked back in the air that had been robbed from her lungs. Brushing away sweat soaked strands of red as she stood back up, Krantz only caught a glimpse of Knight’s incoming raised boot as it brutally walloped into her chest!
THE TRACK KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MdUfvNs4K1s
Krantz hit the mat with a loud SMACK as any breath she had regained was knocked right out of her tenfold, her body wheezing on the mat as Knight slung herself against the ropes to keep upright. Everly could hear the calls from the crowd ‘PIN HER!’,‘GO FOR THE PIN‘,‘TAKE THE WIN WHILE YOU CAN!’ all from eager fans of the British upstart or simply dissidents of Krantz.
Shocking the fans and Worthington himself, Knight grabbed Elisha from the side, taking an arm and a leg as she gradually pulled her boisterous burgundy-clad opponent toward the turnbuckle, ultimately dropping her mere feet away from the corner pads. Knight shuffled back, propping her back against the corner as she looked up into the ceiling lights, breathing in deeply as she took a moment to take everything in. Shaking herself from side to side, she tightened her grip on the ropes as she rotated her head around in a circle, everything she used to do before a big race. She was ready.
Boosting herself onto the second turnbuckle by her arms, Knight breathed in deep, calling her shot as she pointed at Krantz below with pure focus in her eyes. In an instant, Knight leapt with an athleticism that caught the attention of everyone in attendance, performing her trademark 2nd rope somersault leap as she landed thigh first hard across Elisha’s prone torso, a heavy SMACK ringing out as skin slapped against skin!
KNIGHTFALL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-sw-qZT32UI
Elisha rose exhaling, her eyes rolling lazily before she flopped back onto the mat, red strands of hair splayed outwards as Everly flipped backwards onto her stomach. She immediately rushed to Krantz, hooking a leg as she sluggishly counted with her head and free hand along with the count.
ONE
TWO
THREE!
Knight sat up with a beaming smile, rolling onto her side as she stretched out on the mat in exuberance, just listening to the sound of the crowd as she was overcome with emotions. She had made it. It wasn’t a gold medal, and it wasn’t the Olympics, but this felt even better. Everly climbed slowly up the ropes, graciously denying the helping hand from Worthington with a smile as she wanted to make it up on her own, just like she had made it to FAWN.
Finally squeezing Worthington’s hand, he hoisted it up to the applause of the crowd, her face still flush red as she held her free arm against her chest, enduring the leftover pain of the fight and savoring every last bit of it as a reminder of how victory felt. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… EVERLY KNIGHT!”
Everly bounded to the ropes with pride, her smile stretching from ear to ear as she thrust one arm up to the delight of her jubilant fans. She tried meeting every eye, the applause from the crowd almost overwhelming as she took in the incredible feeling of a FAWN victory. Looking through the crowd, she spotted a pair of eyes that surprised her. Everly’s face lit up as she met the proud gaze of her older sister Cleo, slipping under the ropes as she approached the sister who had introduced her to FAWN and the wrestling world. Without saying a word the two embraced, Knight overcome with joy as she shared her brightest moment with her sister. Cleo lightly forced her back as fans and spectators crowded around, all trying to get autographs and high-fives from the victorious Brit.
“Don’t say anything, enjoy your moment. This is about you. I’ll get my moment someday soon.” Cleo whispered, stepping backwards as she was quickly swallowed by the crowd, fans frantically taking her place eager to meet the new signee.
Knight signed quick autographs and slapped high fives, quickly moving away from her position as she made her way around the ringside. “You're my new favorite!” she heard a voice in the sea of noise, giving her a grin as she made her way slowly up the ramp. She felt ready to collapse as she backed her way up the ramp, her smile never leaving her as she tried taking visual snapshot after snapshot of the moment.
It was only at the top of the ramp that she actually looked back at the ring, her only sight the glare of her phoenix-haired foe sitting in the corner holding her chest tightly with both arms, giving Knight a look that was meant to kill. Everly stared back, not sure how to meet the flames of her foe's gaze, looking around the arena for answers before replying in the only way she felt fit to do. Knight moved her sore arm away from her aching chest, pretending to turn away before swiveling back and blowing a cheeky kiss to the crumpled rose she had left in the ring. Knight turned away, denying Elisha a retort as she made her first victorious exit.