Post by hawkeye on May 3, 2021 23:13:05 GMT
Pleasant central Florida temperatures be damned, the Announcer took one look at his notes and shivered like a whole flock of geese had trampled over his grave. After a moment to compose himself he told those assembled, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Fox River, New York... she stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and thirty pounds. She’s the Pintrest Pin-Up, the TikTok Terror and a Black Hat extraordinaire, this is LYSSA ZAHN!”
DO YOUR WORST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L6Z9vfgMAgc
Rival Son’s ‘Do Your Worst’ hit the speakers and the boos came with it, the crowd unloading on the Insta-Gator before she’d even made an appearance. Zahn didn’t make them wait long though, it was only seconds later when the hardbody brunette stunner strode into view with ubiquitous smart phone already in hand. Greeting the trolls with a brazenly raised middle finger, Lyssa whipped ‘round in a half circle and raised her phone high enough to get a bird-flippin’ selfie with a great deal of the audience in the background. Satisfied with the results, she slipped the gadget into a snug elastic pouch strapped to her right bicep and stormed down the aisle while mouthing a choice line from her anthem. “Oh my, oh my baby, devil’s gonna get you if I don’t first.”
LYSSA ZAHNl
For tonight‘s battle Lyssa sported an inversion of her usual attire. Rather than black, this two piece was an almost feverish neon pink, the top with thin, black shoulder straps set at a slight angle, and a black mesh ‘plate’ over the clavicle, rising into a collar. The bottom rim of this piece and the neckline of the bikini top worked to create almost a heart-shaped ‘cleavage window.’ Matching bottoms with black trim, black wristbands and pads, and pink boots completed the look. Another new addition for the evening, Zahn had emblazoned her social media handle (identical across no less than six platforms) across the seat of her trunks and #WrathofZahn down the back of each boot.
Oh so eager to spill scalding hot tea over any reprobate within the sound of her voice, Zahn zigged and zagged several times on her way to the ring just to make sure the sub-humanoids remembered their place and that those rare few blessed with the good sense to cheer her on got a chance to bask in the rarified air of her social media orbit, if only briefly. Drawing away only when she stepped into the shadow of the squared circle, Lyssa hurried up the steel steps and vaulted over the top rope with a crisp little ‘thwam!’
“Nick Castle!?” Zahn scoffed as the Senior Official approached to check on her pads and boots. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Al was originally slated to work this match, but he traded Brewster v. Clayton with me because he was worried you’d mess with his Rate-a-Ref score. Or that Elise might try to kill him, I forget his reasoning.”
“Oh, he thinks not reffing my match will keep him safe?” Zahn pulled out her phone and started tapping buttons. “That lanky idiot is about to learn a hard truth!”
Castle rolled his eyes. “Get to your corner, Lyssa. And stow that as quickly as possible. Something tells me you’ll want both hands free for this one.”
Lyssa looked up from the phone and glanced at the stage, her dark eyes narrowed to angry slots. “You have no idea, Castle.”
Zahn had barely settled in against the far corner 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 reigning and defending Queen of the Madhouse! They call her MISS MURDER, she is ELISE WINTERREST!”
OUT OF THE BLACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_d_C5b-BD4
Jeers of disdain, shouts of disgust and roars of general malaise from all corners of the arena at this pronouncement, the collected vitriol of the FAWNatics growing that even stronger once 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, the First Degree Femme Fatale brazenly challenging this miserable collection of oxygen wasters to do their absolute worst. They did their level best, alas it wasn’t nearly enough to dissuade the woman in question. Or the house lights for that matter, as they sank into gloom before blazing forth in an eerie, fiery red. Galvanized by the combined hatred of the FAWNatics, Elise lifted a hand to the rafters, then tipped her head backward and drew an index finger across her exposed throat. “You nattering idiots would be far better served throwing yourselves at my feet.” she told the camera as it drew close as it dared. “Not only would it raise the collective intelligence of the whole state, it would give sweet Lyssa some inspiration for her new career as a chalk outline. Grinning at this callous prophecy, the Wolf of Winter turned her attention to the squared circle and started down the aisle.
ELISE WINTERREST:
Barely noting the wall of disgust now that she’d turned her attention to the Social Media Superstar, Elise was a vision of icy calm in her fog gray ‘JUSTIFIABLE?’ tank-top, a fine 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.
Drawing to a stop when she reached the foot of the ramp, Winterrest slunk over to a particularly odious member of the so called ’fan-base’ 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.’ Leaving the cretin before he could claim any moment of actual contact, the Malicious Mainer sauntered up the steps, dipped between the ropes and claimed the center of the ring for her very own. Shifting her focus to 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 Nick with little more than a flick of the eyes, Elise’s nasty smile grew noticeable wider when she placed a fingertip at the top of each of those nasty red slashes. Then she sloooooooowly traced them all the way to the bottom to let Zahn know that an old, ugly receipt had finally come due. Offering the idiots at home a final slow throat-slash, when the lights returned to normal, Winterrest turned and headed back to her corner without a word, forcing the Senior Official to trail along in her wake to carry out the final inspection.
The crowd noise increased when the bell CLANGED, though it seemed more an indication of the crowd’s curiosity rather than strong support for either combatant. Miss Murder still ranked among the most despised of FAWN’s rogue’s gallery of course and while Lyssa Zahn had built a dedicated (albeit small) niche of followers as the snarky co-host of The Allard Archive, the casual viewer wasn’t about to offer the TikTok Terror anything more than their most spirited vitriol.
Which was not to say that this display of massed disdain bothered either wrestler in the slightest. Indeed Winterrest and Zahn showed no sign that they even heard the commotion, such was their focus on the other brunette. Nick Castle on the other hand, sported a look of grim resignation as his charges closed in on one another. His was not the expression of a man assigned to officiate a wrestling match, but that of the last guard standing during the culmination of a prison riot.
Fingers twitching as she began to circle the woman who’d stolen something precious from her last October, Lyssa said, “I’ve been thinking about what I’d say to you when once we were finally face to face and after much deliberation I’ve decided--” THWHACK! The Black Hat balled her right hand into a fist and clipped a Haymaker offa Elise’s chin!
Winterrest’s head snapped to the side, though she only staggered a step or two and she didn’t come close to going down. Taking a moment to check her bottom lip for blood (there was none), Elise locked eyes with Zahn and sneered, “Why am I not surprised that a woman with all the subtlety of a meme needed months to come up with that particular response? And really Lyssa, you can’t hold the Madhouse against me. We both know that left to your own devices you’d have ended that match surrendering your briefs to that loathsome Rav--”
Lyssa came at her with a second Haymaker but Winterrest got an arm up to knock it aside at the last second. Burying that hand in Zahn’s hair as neat as you please, Elise yanked her foe’s head forward and brazenly raaaaaaaaaked her nails down Zahn’s face from forehead to chin! Lyssa hissed in pained outrage and made to answer the Icy Manipulator’s claws with some of her own, alas Elise had anticipated such a response and THUMPED a Kneelift into the pit of her stomach to short circuit the counterattack.
“Keep off her eyes, Elise.” Castle barked. “And stay out of her hair, too!” Elise nodded in understanding, then buried both hands in Lyssa’s hair and bent her over double just to push up on her tiptoes and drop to her knees to THWHAM the base of Zahn’s skull into the deck with a Hair Pull Mat Slam!
HAIR PULL MAT SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8_pzhg_LcNM
Lyssa bounced to a seat with both arms crisscrossed over the back of her head which meant she was quite preoccupied when Winterrest reached over her shoulders with both hands to score her rival from tummy to tits, the First Degree Femme Fatale finishing that pass with a white-knuckled grip on Zahn’s girls. “Did you really think there would be no consequences for sticking your nose in my business, you vulgar little shyt?” Elise hissed in Lyssa’s ear. “Tonight dear Melissa, you learn the difference between your infantile online posturing and genuine malice. Allow me to present the first example.” Winterrest released the Claw only to send both hands north to gouge and dig at Zahn’s eyes!
“AAARRRRHHH BYTCH!” Zahn couldn’t wrest herself free of the other brunette’s clutches so she clamped down on Elise’s wrists and set her own claws to work on the soft undersides. These efforts would’ve resulted in freedom sooner than later, but Castle expedited her freedom by starting what was the first of presumably many ‘FOUR!’ counts. Miss Murder let go and sent Lyssa on her way with a slapping shove, then got to her feet and completely ignored the official in favor of sneering at the crowd.
As for Zahn, she scrambled to one knee and took a few seconds to clear her blurred vision before honing in on adversary once again. Showing a smile in spite of the rough treatment she’d endured since throwing that first punch, Zahn ran a hand through her hair before she got to her feet. “You’re really gonna complain about ME sticking my nose in YOUR business?” the Black Hat asked. “Bytch, that’s revisionist history on a level not fit for message boards. But if you’d like to establish some verifiable truths between us, I’m more than happy to start by tearing you to pieces.”
Elise arched a doubtful eyebrow. “My, that’s an awful lot of characters to say please don’t hurt me, El--”
Lyssa bore down on Winterrest not for a Collar & Elbow, but a massive handful of hair combined with an aggressive, ugly grip on the lower half of her opponent’s face! She used those grips to wrench Elise’s neck at an unpleasant angle even after Miss Murder replied with a double handful of hair that threatened to bare great portions of her scalp!
The hair-pulling wasn’t legal of course, but Nick held his tongue in the hopes that silence now would make the wrestlers slightly more tractable when it came to more egregious violations of the rules. Completely unaware of the official’s thought process, Zahn and Winterrest continued to rip and tear at the other’s hair as they stomped and stumbled around the squared circle. Several times they brushed against the ropes or ended up in a corner, but they never stayed there long enough for Castle to call for a bre- “OOOFFFHH!” Lyssa pivoted on her right foot to stuff a Broadside Kneelift up into the Malicious Mainer’s breadbasket!
The heavy shot loosened Winterrest’s grip on her hair so Zahn slipped a thumb into the corner of the other brunette’s mouth and pushed back until the outline of that plunging digit was clear beneath Elise’s cheek. “Gonna tear a hole in your face, beeyotch.” Lyssa promised. “Gonna have to get your hands out of my f*cking hair if you don’t want to lose OOOWWWW!”
Elise craned her head in the direction of the fishhook so she could bite down on Zahn’s thumb!
“Enough, ladies!” Nick called. “Lyssa, get your finger out of her mouth! Elise, stop biting!” The demand hadn’t even reached the ears of his charges when Zahn hit Winterrest with a second Kneelift and tore her hand from the Icy Manipulator’s mouth with an audible gasp. Gnawed or not, it didn’t stop Lyssa from popping Elise in the nose with a straight jab. Winterrest instinctually released Zahn’s hair to check on her nose, so the Tweeting Tyrant punched her again, then doubled down on the hair-hold and torqued her hips to send Elise through a sloppy somersault that THWHAMMED her down flat on her back! Winterrest sat up and pressed one hand to the small of her back while the other grabbed hold of the middle rope.
HAIR PULL TOSS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GnIO-6c5L8M
“Get up.” Zahn demanded of her rival as she stormed up behind. “C’mon Miss Murder, show me how bad you are!” She emphasized this demand with several aggressive slaps to the back of Elise’s head, the last of which earned her a sharp elbow to the thigh from the seated brunette. Lyssa backed up, scowled, then lunged in to-- “EEEERRRGGGGHHH!”
Elise’s second Back Elbow caught Zahn in the crotch, an ‘accidental’ pinpoint strike that buckled her attacker’s knees. “Ask and ye shall receive, you miserable piece of shyt.” Winterrest giggled to her groaning opponent after she’d filled her hands with Lyssa’s dark hair. Clambering to one knee beside the penitent grappler, Elise drove Zahn’s forehead into the canvas with loud THWHUMP, then got to her feet and made a show of plucking some loose strands of hair from her palms.
“Watch those low blows, Elise.” Nick warned as the Icy Manipulator reached over the bottom rope to grab a double handful of her rival’s hair.
“Why? I didn’t need to see a thing to land the last one?” Smirking at her response, Winterrest yanked up on Lyssa’s head to bend the back of her neck against the rubber-coated steel. Zahn didn’t call for a break (she was too busy hurling four letter words at Elise for such pleasantries) but Castle came to her aid with a brisk count. His pace must’ve irked the Malicious Mainer because her expression grew all the more disgusted when she raised her right foot and drove a hard stomp into Lyssa’s upper back! Zahn’s face bounced off the apron, leaving her to check it with one hand while she hooked the other around the bottom rope to prevent Elise from dragging her out into open water.
BOTTOM ROPE HAIR PULL & STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q0Y2Gp0z4bU
“That count was a little quick for my liking, Castle.” Winterrest complained as she backed away with her hands held at shoulder-level. Don’t tell me you’re one of those odious little trolls that fawns over Zahn’s insipid podcast prattle every week.”
“You know me better than that, Elise.” Nick replied dryly. “Only thing I fawn over is the rules, so don’t act so surprised when I call you out on ‘em.”
“Oh, like you know all the rules.” Elise scoffed. “I bet I can break some without you even knowing it.”
“Don’t test me, Elise. I’ll call a DQ on general prin--”
He trailed off because Miss Murder had dismissed him in favor of returning to Lyssa, who’d started to regain her foot--“NNGGGGHHH!” Winterrest knelt behind her adversary, grabbed an ankle in each hand and yanked her legs out from underneath to bring Zahn down flat on her face, chest and tummy! Such an ungainly pratfall would’ve satisfied a mere bully, but a villainess of Winterrest’s caliber sought higher sport, which was why she draaaaaaaagged the other brunette out to the middle of the ring then got up and walked up her opponent’s spine, Elise grinding her heels on butt and back before hopping off to kick some invisible dirt into Lyssa’s pained features.
“This is what you’re offering me?” the Icy Manipulator barked at the jeering FAWNatics. “You ran out of shytty heroes to stand against me so you sent a shytty villain instead? PathetNNGGGHH!”
Lyssa clambered to one knee, grabbed Winterrest at her left hip and thumped a heavy hook into the other brunette’s right flank. “Say that shyt to my face, trash heap.” the TweetStormTrooper grunted after another body blow created enough separation for her to make it to boot-leather and snatch a huge handful of hair. “Better yet, why don’t you just scream incoherently for meRRGGGHH!”
Elise snapped her head back into Zahn’s chin, twisted loose of the hair-hold and reeled Lyssa into a Side Headlock all in a single serpentine motion. “I never feed the trolls, sweet Lyssa.” Winterrest growled as she ground the protesting woman’s cheekbone against the point of her right hip. “I don’t indulge in spam either, though if I was appealing to the lowest common denominator I wager a certain tier of Patreon subscriber might pay top dollar for some of my victim’s hair. Shall we find out?”
Aware of what was coming the instant she felt Winterrest twine some hair around one finger, Lyssa pounded several quick punches into her attacker’s hip and thigh, then grabbed as much lycra as she could and tug up in a savage, sawing wedgie! “Let go of me, Winterrest. I mean it, let go right f*cking noOOOOOOWWWW BYTCH!”
The wedgie stung something fierce, but it wasn’t enough of a deterrent to stop Elise from claiming a lock of her foe’s hair with a single vicious yank! Galvanized by that agonizing jolt of that sudden removal, Zahn got a hand to the small of Winterrest’s back and shot her into the ropes with a huge shovNO! Lyssa’s escape from the Headlock proved simultaneously brief and disheartening because Elise caught a handful of hair before she was out of range and drew her right back into the simple hold! Stuffing her right hip into Zahn’s belly, Winterrest slung her burden over and down and dropped along with the other brunette so that her weight crashed down atop Lyssa’s chest.
HEADLOCK TAKEDOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G8BmksLOYuk
“Where do you think you’re going, bytch?!” Elise made no effort to pin her foe’s shoulders, but her weight was distributed in such a fashion that Lyssa couldn’t so much as sit up without expending a great deal of energy. “Who do you think you’re meddling with?” the First Degree Femme Fatale chided Zahn. “The assistant manager at that bikini car wash? Some precocious mid-shift leader at a local Hooters? In case you haven’t yet figured it out, allow me to bring light to the darkness of your ignorance. It’s going to take far more than some pithy tweets and size eighteen Impact font to stand against the likes of WHOOOAAAH!”
Lyssa cinched her arms around Winterrest’s waist and rolled onto her right shoulder and hip to stack Miss Murder on her shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Elise popped her hips to return to a seat without breaking the Headlock. “Aaaaaaahhh, the Shea London approach.” she noted with obvious disdain. “Allow me to demonstrate my appreciation for this school of thought.” Winterrest put a little more pressure on the Headlock to ensure Zahn was suitably preoccupied when she halved her grip and used the index and middle fingers of her free hand to stuff Lyssa’s shorn locks into her mouth!
The Black Hat sputtered and gagged but she did not wail for the official, instead she used that tenacious Waistlock to roll Winterrest onto her shoulders for the second time in less than a minute. Nick dove into place beside his charges and slapped the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Elise needed a little more strength to escape Lyssa’s pinning predicament and though she did so well before three, the extra momentum allowed Zahn to make it to one knee even with the Headlock still grinding away. “Leverage and tenacity, the last bastions of the shamefully outclassed.” Winterrest taunted. “Why don’t you save us all a great deal of posturing and submit before I wrench your head from your should--”
Lyssa put Bear Hug force into the Waistlock so she could struggle to her feet without letting the other brunette slither into a more advantageous posit--“HHRRGGHH!”
Elise hopped / stomped in place, the usually cerebral bendy-back employing Destroyer class techniques to add some cauliflower to her foe’s ears. “What did I say, Melissa?” Winterrest stamped in place twice more to cement her ownership of Zahn’s skull. “If I have to repeat myself I’ll--”
The TikTok Terror dropped into a deep crouch and hoisted Elise up onto the ball of her right shoulder, then stepped aside and tossed her down to THAWHAM! Miss Murder against the deck with a thunderous Release Back Suplex! Elise bounced up and rolled over onto her stomach with both arms crossed over the back of her head, a reaction similar to Zahn’s save for a decided lack of verticality.
RELEASE BACK SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RmESvDgaD7k
Yet being upright must’ve proved the difference maker because Zahn set aside her aches and hooked Winterrest by the shoulder-straps before the other brunette even made it to one knee. “Ya know, I knew I hated you after the shyt you pulled at AHE.” Lyssa told Elise after she’d set her on her feet. “But I didn’t know how MUCH I could hate you until, hold on a sec.” Zahn curled her hands into talons and very deliberately gouged Elise’s eyes! Ignoring Castle’s warning with an ease that was almost unnerving, Zahn snuggled in against the Mainer’s right side and hooked her right arm across Winterrest’s chest in an off-kilter Muy Thai clench that let her thum-thum-THUMP a trio of unprotected Kneelifts into Elise’s tummy! Pausing the assault so she could lean in close, Zahn murmured, “Being in the ring with you for all of five minutes? I’m beginning to understand why Lemarchand loathes you the way she does. And that makes me hate you so much more because of all the things in this world I don’t want to do, I really don’t want to understand the Raven.”
“Ayyy… I doubt you understand much beyond a HRGH! HRGH! HRGH! HRGH!”
Lyssa drove her right knee into the other brunette’s abdomen with the ruthless efficiency of a piston that had learned how to hate. Each of the more than half dozen blows forced Winterrest to cede a step or two, which eventually put both ladies near the--“ROPES!” Elise hooked her left arm over the top rope and clamped down in a death-grip. “ROPES, CASTLE! MAKE THIS IDIOT BREAK HER HHHRRRGGGHH!”
Zahn skewered Miss Murder’s midsection with a couple more Kneelifts, then leaned in to plant a quick, taunting peck on her foe’s cheek. “You want the ropes, bytch? Here, have the ropes.” With that she transitioned from the body-clutch to a Three Quarters Facelock all the better to yank her rival out of the strands. Twisting in a half circle as soon as Elise was out, Lyssa flipped the other wrestler off her feet with a simple Snapmare that also dropped the pit of Winterrest’s left knee across the middle rope with a nasty ‘twaaaaaang!’
KNEELIFTS & SNAPMARE TO ROPES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pqDw-ac7R0M
Elise landed awkwardly on her chest but managed to rise almost at once, the Icy Manipulator bracing a hand against her tweaked knee to ensure everything was all-- Lyssa swept in with a lashing low kick that THWHACKED against her opponent’s left calf to knock Winterrest on her butt as neat as you please. “Leg’s looking a little gimpy, Elsie.” Zahn taunted in the midst of setting Winterrest back on her feet via a double handful of hair. “Let’s see if you can put any weight on it!”
Always conscientious when it came to the welfare of her fellow wrestlers, Lyssa helped test Elise’s knee by helping her into a tight Side Headlock which she then used to press the Mainer’s face to the top rope. With the squared circle providing proper assistance, Zahn pressed down with all her weight and draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagged Winterrest kicking and shrieking to the nearest corner! “What’re you whining about, we made it all this way and your knee didn’t buckle once!” the Black Hat abandoned the Headlock to bounce Elise’s forehead against the top turnbuckle, an impact that left her hanging limp and fuming in the corner.
“Yuuuuhhhh… you insolent little shyt.” she hissed. “You’re no better than Lemarchand, I should have let you two destroy one anoOOOFFFHHH!”
Zahn hit her with the strongest Kneelift yet, the TikTok Terror using the broadside of her thigh to wedge Winterrest’s butt up on the middle turnbuckle. Climbing onto the second rope to keep Castle from telling ‘em to get out of the corner too soon, Lyssa helped herself to a fistful of Elise’s hair and wrenched her head back at a sharp angle. Zahn balled her other hand into a fist and raised it to her cheek but didn’t unleash until she’d dispensed some advice. “Considering what I saw on New Year’s Eve… yeah, you probably should have.”
The Femme Fatale’s eyes narrowed to black slots at the mere mention of that humiliating debacle. “You’re going to scream for me, ZahNGH!”
Lyssa pounded a punch into Elise’s hairline and though the FAWNatics couldn’t quite bring themselves to cheer the New Yorker, they were more than willing to provide a running tally of the bludgeoning blows that followed. ‘TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!’ Lyssa flattened that fist into a paddle, raised it to her lips and licked from the heel of her palm all the way to the tip of her middle finger! That bit of theatrics earned her some scattered cheers, but it was the subsequent CRAAACKING Bytch Slap that earned much wider acclaim, not to mention a raucous ‘TEN!’
Hopping down immediately thereafter, Zahn palmed the back of her foe’s head and tossed her from the corner to sprawl onto all fours. Lyssa could’ve followed up with all sorts of meanness, so the crowd was surprised to see her stay in the buckles with her back to the other brunette. Or rather, they were surprised until they realized she was trying to remove the canvas pad from the top turnbuckle. Nick realized it along with ‘em and he rushed over to protect the structural integrity of the squared circle. “Jeeze Lyssa, whatever happened to subtlety?” he scolded his charge. “Did you think I really wouldn’t notice?”
Zahn put herself between Castle and the buckle, only to sigh and step back, thus revealing the pad hanging from the heavy steel rung. “You’re right, Nick. I should’ve known such a simple ruse couldn’t fool you. I’ll have to try harder next time.”
The Senior Official just sighed and shooed her away so he could get the pad back in place as quickly as possible. Lyssa made no attempt to stop him, in fact she immediately turned her attention to Winterrest so she could drag her to verticality and march / drag her over to the opposite corner. Another Side Headlock let Zahn palm Elise’s cheeks in her free hand, though ‘palm’ was probably too gentle a descriptor considering she pressed hard enough to force Miss Murder’s mouth into an involuntary ‘O’.
No simple fish-face this, however, Lyssa forced her struggling rival’s gaping mouth against the top rope, then shifted her grip so she could lace both hands across Winterrest’s jaw. Just like that she pulled up and back, the TweetStormTrooper using a simple Chinlock to ‘help’ Elise bite through the rubber-coated steel! “You’re gonna want to put the Raven out of your mind as quickly as possible.” Zahn advised Elise as the Icy Manipulator tried to free herself from the agonizing trap. “Because if you can’t, you’ll wind up as both of our bitches. And unlike Lenore,” Lyssa leaned in to whisper in her foe’s ear, “I won’t keep quiet about--”
“DAMMIT LYSSA! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Zahn let go and backed away with both hands raised to shoulder level while Winterrest collapsed to her knees with both hands pressed over her aching jaw. “Knock that shyt OFF.” Castle warned the Black Hat.
“Don’t threaten me, Castle. We both know Christian loves heels beating the shyt out of each other too much to allow a DQ. So what the hell can you actually do?”
“Tell Merle how much you secretly appreciate all those daily Twitter affirmations.”
The smile dropped away from Lyssa’s face like it had never been there. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Not if you don’t push me.”
Zahn raised a threatening finger, then rounded on Winterrest and grabbed a double handful of shoulder-straps to prize her away from the ropes. Swinging Elise in a half circle so they were face to face, Lyssa laced her hands across the back of the Malicious Mainer’s skull, then tucked her own noggin beneath Winterrest’s chin and dropped to her knees to put even more hurt on her foe’s jaw. The tactic apparently worked wonders because Elise went down like she’d been shot, her hands once again pressed to her mouth while both feet beat a frantic, pained tattoo on the canvas.
Zahn slapped Elise’s face just because she could, then went back to the hair so she could muscle her rival into a Front Facelock. Slinging Winterrest’s near arm across her shoulders, Lyssa caught a handful of opposing one-piece (just above her left hip) and lifted Elise up for a Vertical Suplex but instead of falling backward she dropped to one knee and THWHUNKED the back of Elise’s neck atop the posted joint! Miss Murder didn’t so much kneel as she did slump before Zahn and that didn’t last long because the Social Media Superstar stretched her out flat and sprawled across her chest in a tight Crossbody. Castle swooped down beside his wrestlers and slapped the mat…
KNEEL BEFORE ZAHN!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vP8P_Y8r4mc
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Elise kicked out and sat up only to find herself caught in another Front Facelock in the span of heartbeats. “How’s the mouth, Elsie?” Zahn sneered as she ground her forearm back and forth across Winterrest’s chin. “Ready to talk some more traWHOOAAH!”
The First Degree Femme Fatale sank to one knee, wrapped her arms around Lyssa’s upper thighs and clambered back to her feet so she could hoist the brat skyward for an Inverted Atomic NO! Lyssa yoked up on the Front Facelock and wrenched it left and right with enough force to break Winterrest’s hold on her stems. Soon as she was free the Black Hat threw both legs back and laid out on her stomach which resulted in nose-splattering take on the DDT that THWUNKED the other brunette’s face against the canvas!
Elise should’ve bounced out of Zahn’s clutches on impact, unfortunately for her Lyssa clasped her hands in a snug S-grip to ensure she remained trapped in the now grounded Front Facelock. Which was not to say the wrestlers remained stationary, quite the opposite in fact. Lyssa set them on their way with a sharp tumble to the left that brought them to within arm’s length of the ropes before she reversed ‘em all the way to the other side of the squared circle. A final twist of the Gator Roll returned the brunettes to the center of the canvas, thus ensuring Elise was nowhere near sanctuary when Zahn scrambled to her knees to add even more torque to what was now almost a Guillotine Choke.
DDT & GATOR ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7xywdJjZ1eE
“And that’s how you choke a meddling beeyotch right the f*ck out!” Lyssa told her struggling adversary. “If you’d like to see more content like this, make sure to like, subscribe, share and most importantly, SUBMIT!”
Winterrest answered by draaaaaaaaaagging her nails down Lyssa’s flanks and biceps, so the TikTok Terror drew her left leg all the way back so she could drive the point of that knee into the crown of Elise’s skull. Baring her teeth in a ferocious grin even as Winterrest continued to gouge at her biceps, Zahn taunted, “Oh, I almost forgot. Don’t forget to smash that notification bell so you’ll be first to find out when another no talent piece of shyt has TAPPED OUT!”
Lyssa bludgeoned Elise’s noggin with two more Kneelifts, then turned the Facelock into a Half Nelson she used to turn Winterrest onto her back. Elise raised both hands to her aching skull only to shriek in outraged surprise when Lyssa grabbed a wrist in each hand and forced them to the mat. Such preparations meant only one thing and the FAWNatics bellowed their approval when Zahn slid forward and planted her ass atop Miss Murder’s face!
“Count this loser down.” Lyssa told Castle in the midst of swishing her hips in a grindy little figure eight. The Senior Official didn’t need to be told twice, indeed he was swooping into position before Zahn made her demand. With Lyssa’s buns glued to Elise’s nose and Elise’s shoulders glued to the canvas, Castle slapped the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
THR--
“OOOWWW! F*CKING BYTCH!” The TweetStormTrooper sprang from the cover of her own volition, one hand flying to the angry red crescent of teeth marks showing on her right glute. “You think that’s gonna save you from another nose ride, slut?” Lyssa snarled at the slowly rising battler. “It won’t. I’ll just break your jaw before I sit down aga--”
Zahn trailed off in furious, incredulous silence when Winterrest raised a hand to flip her off. “Save your threats, shythead. I don’t fear Face Sits from those with no assSEERRHH!”
The Tweeting Tyrant caught Winterrest by the wrist, yanked her to boot-leather and slung her at the ropes with an Irish NO! Elise dug in her heels and yanked Zahn off balance. Crouching down as Lyssa closed in, the Icy Manipulator rose onto tiptoes and shot both arms straight up to send Zahn soaring into the overhead lights! Arms windmilling wildly, Lyssa managed to control her descent enough to ensure she came down on her fe--“NNGGHH!” Elise palmed the New Yorker’s hips and yanked down while simultaneously dropping to one knee so that Zahn THUMPED crotch-first atop her posted knee!
Jaw unhinging even as the Inverted Atomic Drop knocked her knees together, Zahn found herself doubled over and helpless to prevent Winterrest from hooking a Front Facelock she barely registered before Miss Murder snapped backward and SPIKED the crown of her skull against the mat with a Murderous DDT! Lyssa bounced over onto her back in a rubber-limbed starfish, the brunette transformed from Influencer to clickbait in the span of heartbeats. Elise was upon her immediately thereafter, the black-clad grappler drawing the far leg into a snug cradle good for the…
MURDEROUS DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3K0lIybHN5s
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Zahn twitched a shoulder off the canvas with a half second to spare, her show of resilience earning a grudging round of applause from the capacity crowd. Nick expected to get the sharp side of Winterrest’s tongue after so close a call, so he was genuinely surprised to see a satisfied smile on Miss Murder’s face instead. Kneeling beside her prone adversary, Elise pulled her right kneepad down, then rolled Lyssa onto her right side and hooked the Black Hat’s left arm under her right armpit.
The Armbar was hardly pleasant, yet it in this case it was merely a means to an end, namely the introduction of Winterrest’s bared knee to Zahn’s cheek and jaw. “Before tonight I would have been hard-pressed to name a woman in that locker room who could match Lemarchand for sheer odiousness, let alone surpass her in that quality.” Elise’s tone was mild, pleasant even, all the more disconcerting considering she was actively grinding Lyssa’s head between her right knee and the canvas-sheathed plywood. “Yet the Raven for all her failings, has the ability to play this great game of ours in silence. It’s one of the many reasons I enjoyed making her scream so--”
“Eeeerrrgggghhh… what game is that, Elsie?” Zahn huffed as she tried to slip out from under the Malicious Mainer. “The one where you strutted into Allard’s place dressed like a Bond girl and left in the loser’s tee-shirt with your head down and heels dangling from NGH! NGH! NGH! NNNGAAAAAAAAHHH FAAAAHK!”
Elise pulled her knee away just to drive it into the back of Lyssa’s skull once, twice, three times! After that it was right back to her previous mount so she could prrrreeeessss every bit of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds down on Zahn’s jaw!
Seeing his charge’s distress, Nick hunkered down beside the action only to hold his tongue when Elise turned her gaze to him. “Don’t ask her if she submits.” she said. “Our sweet little influencer hasn’t earned that privilege, not yet any--”
“F*CK YOU!” Lyssa barked from beneath that hateful, milling knee. “EVERYONE KNOWS YOU CAN’T SUBMIT SHYT WITHOUT A F*CKING CLOWN HAMMER TO RRRGGGGHHH!”
Winterrest shifted from her knee to her foot and gave up the Armbar for a Wristlock to keep Zahn pinned in place as she got to her feet. Once there she hopped up and STOMPED on Lyssa’s skull, a show of simple brutality that earned a sympathetic groan from even the most jaded of FAWNatics. Allowing herself a moment to take in the cartography of her suffering prey, Elise snapped her bottoms back into place with a practiced flick of her index fingers before she leaned down and buried a hand in Zahn’s hair. “Tonight you learn a valuable lesson, you grimy little troll.” Winterrest murmured after she’d hauled Lyssa upright and slung her across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. “Namely, the perils of running that open sewer you call a mouth without the protection of your precious keyboard.”
Zahn mumbled something that might’ve been a curse or possibly a prayer, whatever it was, it didn’t stop Winterrest from slinging her off her left shoulder and dropping to one knee to THUNK the other brunette’s aching chin against her exposed knee! The Facebreaker left Zahn slumped on her knees, the perfect position for Elise to grab both wrists and pull her arms forward, Miss Murder preemptively removing Lyssa’s defenses before she DROVE a pad-free Kneelift between her eyes! The TikTok Terror swayed on the spot, her bobbling noggin too inviting a target for Winterrest to not collect in a Front Facelock. Tossing Zahn’s near arm across her shoulders, the First Degree Femme Fatale yanked Lyssa from six to midnight and got a nice running start just to lay out and THAWHONK Zahn’s skull into the deck via her Murderous Brainbuster!
KILLING SPREE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cEo-5Eo1VqE
Elise floated over into a domineering cover, the black-clad battler eschewing a cradle in favor of grinding one forearm into the side of her opponent’s face while her other hand pressed down on Lyssa’s gulping tummy through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Zahn shoved Winterrest’s forearm away and tumbled onto her stomach to prevent Elise from trying for a less lackadaisical cover. “Offering up your back, Lyssa? I thought that was usually locked behind a pay wall?” Elise sneered as she filled her hands with the TikTok Terror’s battle-damp locks and scraped her off the mat. Drawing Zahn in forehead to forehead once they were upright, Miss Murder purred, “It’s time you realized you are completely out of your depth AAARRRHH! HAIR! LET GO YOU BYTCH!” Winterrest whipped around in a half circle and sent Zahn backward with a rough shove that sent her careening into Nick Castle!
Panic dropping away the moment Nick stumbled away clutching his face, Winterrest pointed her right shoulder at Lyssa and stutter stepped into a perfect Super Ki-- Zahn saw it coming and raised a guard to interc-- “NNNGAAAAHHH!” The Super Kick turned out to be a deception Lyssa didn’t suss out until the Icy Manipulator THUMPED a truly malicious punt to her crotch. Zahn wailed in anguish, both hands flying to her throbbing undercarriage as she crumpled to her kne-- Elise snagged another double fistful of hair and reeled the knock-kneed influencer’s noggin between her thighs for a Standing Headscissors.
“I hope you idiots have memorized this pablum.” Winterrest chided the FAWNatics as she traced an index finger over the hashtag stretched across Lyssa’s glutes. “Because this is the last time you’ll see it tonight!” Those assembled didn’t get the chance to plead for a stay of distension, Elise simply snatched a greedy double handful of that pink lycra and made Zahn’s togs vanish with a pitiless wedgie! Upended so abruptly she didn’t even register the arena’s re-circulated air on her buns, Lyssa was PLANTED on the crown of her skull with a vile thud that was still sending shivers through the canvas when the Tweeting Tyrant slopped out of Elise’s grasp to land stretched out flat on her face!
PULLING PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cbflyZAs_uU
Favoring the nearest camera with a particularly evil look in the wake of that hellacious Piledriver, Miss Murder grabbed Zahn’s left wrist and pulled that arm away from the New Yorker’s torso so she could trap it in a tight Scissors. With Lyssa’s head resting against the pale expanse of her left thigh, Elise wrenched the other brunette’s right arm back at a sharp and pinned it under her left bicep which made it child’s play to apply a white-knuckled S-grip across Zahn’s face! Trap set, Winterrest hunched forward, then craaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back with every bit of her strength to put some truly hellacious strain on Lyssa’s shoulders and neck!
“Nnnnnnhhhhh….aaaaawwwww faaaaaaaaahk!” Zahn moaned her way back to semi-consciousness, the trapped grappler wriggling and kicking as she tried to escape the painful stretch.
“Nice of you to join us, Castle.” Winterrest chirped to the Senior Official as he trudged over to the action.
“What do you say, Lyssa?” Nick ignored Elise in favor of checking on his other charge. “Do I need to call it?”
“Cuuuuuhhh… call this one a f*cking poseur, instead.” Zahn rasped. “First she ripped off Lemarchand, now she’s stealing shyt from TreymaAAARRRGHHH! AAARRRRRHHHH!”
Elise pulled back that much harder, the First Degree Femme Fatale effectively bouncing in place as she tried to dislocate her prey’s shoulders. “Mind your tone, Zahn.” no humor from Winterrest now, her voice held all the kindness of a screaming blizzard. “Tell the nice man this match is over or the next face to go on that idiotic Wall of Shame will be your--”
“Suck shyt, f*ckwit.” Zahn huffed. “You’ll never AAAWWW FAAAAHHURRRRRK!”
Elise broke the Crossface and wrenched back on the Double Armbar to force another shriek from her foe, a shriek she promptly muffled by hooking a three-fingered claw into the other wrestler’s protesting mouth! “Like the feel, troll face?” Winterrest gouged down on the soft flesh beneath Lyssa’s tongue and shook her head from side to side. “I call it Frostbite and it’s the perfect way to shut. Your. Mouth!”
FROSTBITE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yW3T_iFmorE
“NUUUUHHHHnnnnngghhhh!” Zahn’s eyes went wide, then closed tight as she tried to spit out Elise’s talon with no noticeable success.
“Submit to me.” Miss Murder demanded of the flagging fighter. “As loud as you can, dear Lyssa. I want all your followers to know their heroine is at my mer--”
“Nnnnnhhhhhhhh!” Zahn managed to shake out a ‘no’, but most of her head movement was now under the control of one Elise Winterrest. “NNNNHHH! Nuuhhhh…. hrrrrggghh…” her legs kicked one more time, then fell still.
Ignoring the increasingly loud jeers from the crowd, Nick took hold of Lyssa’s left wrist and raised it as much as the hold would allow. He wasn’t at all surprised to see it flop to the mat when he let go. Two more checks confirmed his suspicions and ended the match, though the Icy Manipulator only relinquished the Mandible Claw at the sound of the bell.
Taking her slumbering foe’s cheeks between thumb and forefinger, Elise brushed some hair out of Lyssa’s eyes, then forced her to translate the Announcer’s confirmation into tawdry duck face. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knock-out… ELISE WINTERREST!”
Miss Murder shot Castle a glare for the official decision, though her mood seemed to improve when she broke the hold and got to her feet. Nick went to raise her hand but the brunette blew him off, Winterrest instead heading for the corner where Zahn stashed her phone. “And what sort of security measures does our little leet haxor use to protect her phone?” Elise murmured to no one in particular. “Aaaaaaahhh, perfect.”
The ref moved to intercept when she strode back to Lyssa, but the victrix spoke before he could get a word out of his mouth. “Stop clutching your pearls, Castle. I’m not going to hurt anything but her pride,” she trailed off, her expression darkening. “As long as you don’t try to stop me.”
Nick regarded her for a long moment, then stepped aside. “I’m watching you, Elise.”
“Oh, I know.” Free of official interference, Winterrest dropped to one knee, took Lyssa’s right hand by the wrist and raised it up so she could press the unconscious grappler’s thumb to the screen. “Glad you didn’t have facial recognition,” Elise admitted as she swung a leg over Zahn’s head to claim a dominant seat atop the Black Hat’s mouth and nose. “I’m not sure I could’ve replicated your usual vapid confidence while you’re f*cking asleep.”
Scrolling her way through Lyssa’s apps even as she swept slow strokes up and down her rival’s face, Winterrest found what she wanted and set about posting a whole album’s worth of material to Zahn’s Instagram feed. Most focused on various angles of the Face Sit of course, though Elise made sure to indulge in a few ‘arty’ black and white shots of the palm-shaped welt she’d so recently emblazoned upon Lyssa’s glutes. And the grand finale, a slow, steady ‘loser’s pan’ that started at Zahn’s boots and continued all the way up her starfished frame to finish on the smirking face of her conqueror and impromptu biographer.
“I hope you don’t think this is the worst I can do to you, Zahn.” Elise purred. “Believe me when I tell you this is me playing nice. Should you dare raise your voice to me again, I won’t be nearly so civil.”
Signing off with a wave, she laid the phone screen-up on Lyssa’s chest, then got to her feet and pressed the sole of one boot to end the video and provide the Gladiatrix photogs with a memorable shot.
DO YOUR WORST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L6Z9vfgMAgc
Rival Son’s ‘Do Your Worst’ hit the speakers and the boos came with it, the crowd unloading on the Insta-Gator before she’d even made an appearance. Zahn didn’t make them wait long though, it was only seconds later when the hardbody brunette stunner strode into view with ubiquitous smart phone already in hand. Greeting the trolls with a brazenly raised middle finger, Lyssa whipped ‘round in a half circle and raised her phone high enough to get a bird-flippin’ selfie with a great deal of the audience in the background. Satisfied with the results, she slipped the gadget into a snug elastic pouch strapped to her right bicep and stormed down the aisle while mouthing a choice line from her anthem. “Oh my, oh my baby, devil’s gonna get you if I don’t first.”
LYSSA ZAHNl
For tonight‘s battle Lyssa sported an inversion of her usual attire. Rather than black, this two piece was an almost feverish neon pink, the top with thin, black shoulder straps set at a slight angle, and a black mesh ‘plate’ over the clavicle, rising into a collar. The bottom rim of this piece and the neckline of the bikini top worked to create almost a heart-shaped ‘cleavage window.’ Matching bottoms with black trim, black wristbands and pads, and pink boots completed the look. Another new addition for the evening, Zahn had emblazoned her social media handle (identical across no less than six platforms) across the seat of her trunks and #WrathofZahn down the back of each boot.
Oh so eager to spill scalding hot tea over any reprobate within the sound of her voice, Zahn zigged and zagged several times on her way to the ring just to make sure the sub-humanoids remembered their place and that those rare few blessed with the good sense to cheer her on got a chance to bask in the rarified air of her social media orbit, if only briefly. Drawing away only when she stepped into the shadow of the squared circle, Lyssa hurried up the steel steps and vaulted over the top rope with a crisp little ‘thwam!’
“Nick Castle!?” Zahn scoffed as the Senior Official approached to check on her pads and boots. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Al was originally slated to work this match, but he traded Brewster v. Clayton with me because he was worried you’d mess with his Rate-a-Ref score. Or that Elise might try to kill him, I forget his reasoning.”
“Oh, he thinks not reffing my match will keep him safe?” Zahn pulled out her phone and started tapping buttons. “That lanky idiot is about to learn a hard truth!”
Castle rolled his eyes. “Get to your corner, Lyssa. And stow that as quickly as possible. Something tells me you’ll want both hands free for this one.”
Lyssa looked up from the phone and glanced at the stage, her dark eyes narrowed to angry slots. “You have no idea, Castle.”
Zahn had barely settled in against the far corner 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 reigning and defending Queen of the Madhouse! They call her MISS MURDER, she is ELISE WINTERREST!”
OUT OF THE BLACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_d_C5b-BD4
Jeers of disdain, shouts of disgust and roars of general malaise from all corners of the arena at this pronouncement, the collected vitriol of the FAWNatics growing that even stronger once 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, the First Degree Femme Fatale brazenly challenging this miserable collection of oxygen wasters to do their absolute worst. They did their level best, alas it wasn’t nearly enough to dissuade the woman in question. Or the house lights for that matter, as they sank into gloom before blazing forth in an eerie, fiery red. Galvanized by the combined hatred of the FAWNatics, Elise lifted a hand to the rafters, then tipped her head backward and drew an index finger across her exposed throat. “You nattering idiots would be far better served throwing yourselves at my feet.” she told the camera as it drew close as it dared. “Not only would it raise the collective intelligence of the whole state, it would give sweet Lyssa some inspiration for her new career as a chalk outline. Grinning at this callous prophecy, the Wolf of Winter turned her attention to the squared circle and started down the aisle.
ELISE WINTERREST:
Barely noting the wall of disgust now that she’d turned her attention to the Social Media Superstar, Elise was a vision of icy calm in her fog gray ‘JUSTIFIABLE?’ tank-top, a fine 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.
Drawing to a stop when she reached the foot of the ramp, Winterrest slunk over to a particularly odious member of the so called ’fan-base’ 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.’ Leaving the cretin before he could claim any moment of actual contact, the Malicious Mainer sauntered up the steps, dipped between the ropes and claimed the center of the ring for her very own. Shifting her focus to 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 Nick with little more than a flick of the eyes, Elise’s nasty smile grew noticeable wider when she placed a fingertip at the top of each of those nasty red slashes. Then she sloooooooowly traced them all the way to the bottom to let Zahn know that an old, ugly receipt had finally come due. Offering the idiots at home a final slow throat-slash, when the lights returned to normal, Winterrest turned and headed back to her corner without a word, forcing the Senior Official to trail along in her wake to carry out the final inspection.
The crowd noise increased when the bell CLANGED, though it seemed more an indication of the crowd’s curiosity rather than strong support for either combatant. Miss Murder still ranked among the most despised of FAWN’s rogue’s gallery of course and while Lyssa Zahn had built a dedicated (albeit small) niche of followers as the snarky co-host of The Allard Archive, the casual viewer wasn’t about to offer the TikTok Terror anything more than their most spirited vitriol.
Which was not to say that this display of massed disdain bothered either wrestler in the slightest. Indeed Winterrest and Zahn showed no sign that they even heard the commotion, such was their focus on the other brunette. Nick Castle on the other hand, sported a look of grim resignation as his charges closed in on one another. His was not the expression of a man assigned to officiate a wrestling match, but that of the last guard standing during the culmination of a prison riot.
Fingers twitching as she began to circle the woman who’d stolen something precious from her last October, Lyssa said, “I’ve been thinking about what I’d say to you when once we were finally face to face and after much deliberation I’ve decided--” THWHACK! The Black Hat balled her right hand into a fist and clipped a Haymaker offa Elise’s chin!
Winterrest’s head snapped to the side, though she only staggered a step or two and she didn’t come close to going down. Taking a moment to check her bottom lip for blood (there was none), Elise locked eyes with Zahn and sneered, “Why am I not surprised that a woman with all the subtlety of a meme needed months to come up with that particular response? And really Lyssa, you can’t hold the Madhouse against me. We both know that left to your own devices you’d have ended that match surrendering your briefs to that loathsome Rav--”
Lyssa came at her with a second Haymaker but Winterrest got an arm up to knock it aside at the last second. Burying that hand in Zahn’s hair as neat as you please, Elise yanked her foe’s head forward and brazenly raaaaaaaaaked her nails down Zahn’s face from forehead to chin! Lyssa hissed in pained outrage and made to answer the Icy Manipulator’s claws with some of her own, alas Elise had anticipated such a response and THUMPED a Kneelift into the pit of her stomach to short circuit the counterattack.
“Keep off her eyes, Elise.” Castle barked. “And stay out of her hair, too!” Elise nodded in understanding, then buried both hands in Lyssa’s hair and bent her over double just to push up on her tiptoes and drop to her knees to THWHAM the base of Zahn’s skull into the deck with a Hair Pull Mat Slam!
HAIR PULL MAT SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8_pzhg_LcNM
Lyssa bounced to a seat with both arms crisscrossed over the back of her head which meant she was quite preoccupied when Winterrest reached over her shoulders with both hands to score her rival from tummy to tits, the First Degree Femme Fatale finishing that pass with a white-knuckled grip on Zahn’s girls. “Did you really think there would be no consequences for sticking your nose in my business, you vulgar little shyt?” Elise hissed in Lyssa’s ear. “Tonight dear Melissa, you learn the difference between your infantile online posturing and genuine malice. Allow me to present the first example.” Winterrest released the Claw only to send both hands north to gouge and dig at Zahn’s eyes!
“AAARRRRHHH BYTCH!” Zahn couldn’t wrest herself free of the other brunette’s clutches so she clamped down on Elise’s wrists and set her own claws to work on the soft undersides. These efforts would’ve resulted in freedom sooner than later, but Castle expedited her freedom by starting what was the first of presumably many ‘FOUR!’ counts. Miss Murder let go and sent Lyssa on her way with a slapping shove, then got to her feet and completely ignored the official in favor of sneering at the crowd.
As for Zahn, she scrambled to one knee and took a few seconds to clear her blurred vision before honing in on adversary once again. Showing a smile in spite of the rough treatment she’d endured since throwing that first punch, Zahn ran a hand through her hair before she got to her feet. “You’re really gonna complain about ME sticking my nose in YOUR business?” the Black Hat asked. “Bytch, that’s revisionist history on a level not fit for message boards. But if you’d like to establish some verifiable truths between us, I’m more than happy to start by tearing you to pieces.”
Elise arched a doubtful eyebrow. “My, that’s an awful lot of characters to say please don’t hurt me, El--”
Lyssa bore down on Winterrest not for a Collar & Elbow, but a massive handful of hair combined with an aggressive, ugly grip on the lower half of her opponent’s face! She used those grips to wrench Elise’s neck at an unpleasant angle even after Miss Murder replied with a double handful of hair that threatened to bare great portions of her scalp!
The hair-pulling wasn’t legal of course, but Nick held his tongue in the hopes that silence now would make the wrestlers slightly more tractable when it came to more egregious violations of the rules. Completely unaware of the official’s thought process, Zahn and Winterrest continued to rip and tear at the other’s hair as they stomped and stumbled around the squared circle. Several times they brushed against the ropes or ended up in a corner, but they never stayed there long enough for Castle to call for a bre- “OOOFFFHH!” Lyssa pivoted on her right foot to stuff a Broadside Kneelift up into the Malicious Mainer’s breadbasket!
The heavy shot loosened Winterrest’s grip on her hair so Zahn slipped a thumb into the corner of the other brunette’s mouth and pushed back until the outline of that plunging digit was clear beneath Elise’s cheek. “Gonna tear a hole in your face, beeyotch.” Lyssa promised. “Gonna have to get your hands out of my f*cking hair if you don’t want to lose OOOWWWW!”
Elise craned her head in the direction of the fishhook so she could bite down on Zahn’s thumb!
“Enough, ladies!” Nick called. “Lyssa, get your finger out of her mouth! Elise, stop biting!” The demand hadn’t even reached the ears of his charges when Zahn hit Winterrest with a second Kneelift and tore her hand from the Icy Manipulator’s mouth with an audible gasp. Gnawed or not, it didn’t stop Lyssa from popping Elise in the nose with a straight jab. Winterrest instinctually released Zahn’s hair to check on her nose, so the Tweeting Tyrant punched her again, then doubled down on the hair-hold and torqued her hips to send Elise through a sloppy somersault that THWHAMMED her down flat on her back! Winterrest sat up and pressed one hand to the small of her back while the other grabbed hold of the middle rope.
HAIR PULL TOSS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GnIO-6c5L8M
“Get up.” Zahn demanded of her rival as she stormed up behind. “C’mon Miss Murder, show me how bad you are!” She emphasized this demand with several aggressive slaps to the back of Elise’s head, the last of which earned her a sharp elbow to the thigh from the seated brunette. Lyssa backed up, scowled, then lunged in to-- “EEEERRRGGGGHHH!”
Elise’s second Back Elbow caught Zahn in the crotch, an ‘accidental’ pinpoint strike that buckled her attacker’s knees. “Ask and ye shall receive, you miserable piece of shyt.” Winterrest giggled to her groaning opponent after she’d filled her hands with Lyssa’s dark hair. Clambering to one knee beside the penitent grappler, Elise drove Zahn’s forehead into the canvas with loud THWHUMP, then got to her feet and made a show of plucking some loose strands of hair from her palms.
“Watch those low blows, Elise.” Nick warned as the Icy Manipulator reached over the bottom rope to grab a double handful of her rival’s hair.
“Why? I didn’t need to see a thing to land the last one?” Smirking at her response, Winterrest yanked up on Lyssa’s head to bend the back of her neck against the rubber-coated steel. Zahn didn’t call for a break (she was too busy hurling four letter words at Elise for such pleasantries) but Castle came to her aid with a brisk count. His pace must’ve irked the Malicious Mainer because her expression grew all the more disgusted when she raised her right foot and drove a hard stomp into Lyssa’s upper back! Zahn’s face bounced off the apron, leaving her to check it with one hand while she hooked the other around the bottom rope to prevent Elise from dragging her out into open water.
BOTTOM ROPE HAIR PULL & STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q0Y2Gp0z4bU
“That count was a little quick for my liking, Castle.” Winterrest complained as she backed away with her hands held at shoulder-level. Don’t tell me you’re one of those odious little trolls that fawns over Zahn’s insipid podcast prattle every week.”
“You know me better than that, Elise.” Nick replied dryly. “Only thing I fawn over is the rules, so don’t act so surprised when I call you out on ‘em.”
“Oh, like you know all the rules.” Elise scoffed. “I bet I can break some without you even knowing it.”
“Don’t test me, Elise. I’ll call a DQ on general prin--”
He trailed off because Miss Murder had dismissed him in favor of returning to Lyssa, who’d started to regain her foot--“NNGGGGHHH!” Winterrest knelt behind her adversary, grabbed an ankle in each hand and yanked her legs out from underneath to bring Zahn down flat on her face, chest and tummy! Such an ungainly pratfall would’ve satisfied a mere bully, but a villainess of Winterrest’s caliber sought higher sport, which was why she draaaaaaaagged the other brunette out to the middle of the ring then got up and walked up her opponent’s spine, Elise grinding her heels on butt and back before hopping off to kick some invisible dirt into Lyssa’s pained features.
“This is what you’re offering me?” the Icy Manipulator barked at the jeering FAWNatics. “You ran out of shytty heroes to stand against me so you sent a shytty villain instead? PathetNNGGGHH!”
Lyssa clambered to one knee, grabbed Winterrest at her left hip and thumped a heavy hook into the other brunette’s right flank. “Say that shyt to my face, trash heap.” the TweetStormTrooper grunted after another body blow created enough separation for her to make it to boot-leather and snatch a huge handful of hair. “Better yet, why don’t you just scream incoherently for meRRGGGHH!”
Elise snapped her head back into Zahn’s chin, twisted loose of the hair-hold and reeled Lyssa into a Side Headlock all in a single serpentine motion. “I never feed the trolls, sweet Lyssa.” Winterrest growled as she ground the protesting woman’s cheekbone against the point of her right hip. “I don’t indulge in spam either, though if I was appealing to the lowest common denominator I wager a certain tier of Patreon subscriber might pay top dollar for some of my victim’s hair. Shall we find out?”
Aware of what was coming the instant she felt Winterrest twine some hair around one finger, Lyssa pounded several quick punches into her attacker’s hip and thigh, then grabbed as much lycra as she could and tug up in a savage, sawing wedgie! “Let go of me, Winterrest. I mean it, let go right f*cking noOOOOOOWWWW BYTCH!”
The wedgie stung something fierce, but it wasn’t enough of a deterrent to stop Elise from claiming a lock of her foe’s hair with a single vicious yank! Galvanized by that agonizing jolt of that sudden removal, Zahn got a hand to the small of Winterrest’s back and shot her into the ropes with a huge shovNO! Lyssa’s escape from the Headlock proved simultaneously brief and disheartening because Elise caught a handful of hair before she was out of range and drew her right back into the simple hold! Stuffing her right hip into Zahn’s belly, Winterrest slung her burden over and down and dropped along with the other brunette so that her weight crashed down atop Lyssa’s chest.
HEADLOCK TAKEDOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G8BmksLOYuk
“Where do you think you’re going, bytch?!” Elise made no effort to pin her foe’s shoulders, but her weight was distributed in such a fashion that Lyssa couldn’t so much as sit up without expending a great deal of energy. “Who do you think you’re meddling with?” the First Degree Femme Fatale chided Zahn. “The assistant manager at that bikini car wash? Some precocious mid-shift leader at a local Hooters? In case you haven’t yet figured it out, allow me to bring light to the darkness of your ignorance. It’s going to take far more than some pithy tweets and size eighteen Impact font to stand against the likes of WHOOOAAAH!”
Lyssa cinched her arms around Winterrest’s waist and rolled onto her right shoulder and hip to stack Miss Murder on her shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Elise popped her hips to return to a seat without breaking the Headlock. “Aaaaaaahhh, the Shea London approach.” she noted with obvious disdain. “Allow me to demonstrate my appreciation for this school of thought.” Winterrest put a little more pressure on the Headlock to ensure Zahn was suitably preoccupied when she halved her grip and used the index and middle fingers of her free hand to stuff Lyssa’s shorn locks into her mouth!
The Black Hat sputtered and gagged but she did not wail for the official, instead she used that tenacious Waistlock to roll Winterrest onto her shoulders for the second time in less than a minute. Nick dove into place beside his charges and slapped the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Elise needed a little more strength to escape Lyssa’s pinning predicament and though she did so well before three, the extra momentum allowed Zahn to make it to one knee even with the Headlock still grinding away. “Leverage and tenacity, the last bastions of the shamefully outclassed.” Winterrest taunted. “Why don’t you save us all a great deal of posturing and submit before I wrench your head from your should--”
Lyssa put Bear Hug force into the Waistlock so she could struggle to her feet without letting the other brunette slither into a more advantageous posit--“HHRRGGHH!”
Elise hopped / stomped in place, the usually cerebral bendy-back employing Destroyer class techniques to add some cauliflower to her foe’s ears. “What did I say, Melissa?” Winterrest stamped in place twice more to cement her ownership of Zahn’s skull. “If I have to repeat myself I’ll--”
The TikTok Terror dropped into a deep crouch and hoisted Elise up onto the ball of her right shoulder, then stepped aside and tossed her down to THAWHAM! Miss Murder against the deck with a thunderous Release Back Suplex! Elise bounced up and rolled over onto her stomach with both arms crossed over the back of her head, a reaction similar to Zahn’s save for a decided lack of verticality.
RELEASE BACK SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RmESvDgaD7k
Yet being upright must’ve proved the difference maker because Zahn set aside her aches and hooked Winterrest by the shoulder-straps before the other brunette even made it to one knee. “Ya know, I knew I hated you after the shyt you pulled at AHE.” Lyssa told Elise after she’d set her on her feet. “But I didn’t know how MUCH I could hate you until, hold on a sec.” Zahn curled her hands into talons and very deliberately gouged Elise’s eyes! Ignoring Castle’s warning with an ease that was almost unnerving, Zahn snuggled in against the Mainer’s right side and hooked her right arm across Winterrest’s chest in an off-kilter Muy Thai clench that let her thum-thum-THUMP a trio of unprotected Kneelifts into Elise’s tummy! Pausing the assault so she could lean in close, Zahn murmured, “Being in the ring with you for all of five minutes? I’m beginning to understand why Lemarchand loathes you the way she does. And that makes me hate you so much more because of all the things in this world I don’t want to do, I really don’t want to understand the Raven.”
“Ayyy… I doubt you understand much beyond a HRGH! HRGH! HRGH! HRGH!”
Lyssa drove her right knee into the other brunette’s abdomen with the ruthless efficiency of a piston that had learned how to hate. Each of the more than half dozen blows forced Winterrest to cede a step or two, which eventually put both ladies near the--“ROPES!” Elise hooked her left arm over the top rope and clamped down in a death-grip. “ROPES, CASTLE! MAKE THIS IDIOT BREAK HER HHHRRRGGGHH!”
Zahn skewered Miss Murder’s midsection with a couple more Kneelifts, then leaned in to plant a quick, taunting peck on her foe’s cheek. “You want the ropes, bytch? Here, have the ropes.” With that she transitioned from the body-clutch to a Three Quarters Facelock all the better to yank her rival out of the strands. Twisting in a half circle as soon as Elise was out, Lyssa flipped the other wrestler off her feet with a simple Snapmare that also dropped the pit of Winterrest’s left knee across the middle rope with a nasty ‘twaaaaaang!’
KNEELIFTS & SNAPMARE TO ROPES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pqDw-ac7R0M
Elise landed awkwardly on her chest but managed to rise almost at once, the Icy Manipulator bracing a hand against her tweaked knee to ensure everything was all-- Lyssa swept in with a lashing low kick that THWHACKED against her opponent’s left calf to knock Winterrest on her butt as neat as you please. “Leg’s looking a little gimpy, Elsie.” Zahn taunted in the midst of setting Winterrest back on her feet via a double handful of hair. “Let’s see if you can put any weight on it!”
Always conscientious when it came to the welfare of her fellow wrestlers, Lyssa helped test Elise’s knee by helping her into a tight Side Headlock which she then used to press the Mainer’s face to the top rope. With the squared circle providing proper assistance, Zahn pressed down with all her weight and draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagged Winterrest kicking and shrieking to the nearest corner! “What’re you whining about, we made it all this way and your knee didn’t buckle once!” the Black Hat abandoned the Headlock to bounce Elise’s forehead against the top turnbuckle, an impact that left her hanging limp and fuming in the corner.
“Yuuuuhhhh… you insolent little shyt.” she hissed. “You’re no better than Lemarchand, I should have let you two destroy one anoOOOFFFHHH!”
Zahn hit her with the strongest Kneelift yet, the TikTok Terror using the broadside of her thigh to wedge Winterrest’s butt up on the middle turnbuckle. Climbing onto the second rope to keep Castle from telling ‘em to get out of the corner too soon, Lyssa helped herself to a fistful of Elise’s hair and wrenched her head back at a sharp angle. Zahn balled her other hand into a fist and raised it to her cheek but didn’t unleash until she’d dispensed some advice. “Considering what I saw on New Year’s Eve… yeah, you probably should have.”
The Femme Fatale’s eyes narrowed to black slots at the mere mention of that humiliating debacle. “You’re going to scream for me, ZahNGH!”
Lyssa pounded a punch into Elise’s hairline and though the FAWNatics couldn’t quite bring themselves to cheer the New Yorker, they were more than willing to provide a running tally of the bludgeoning blows that followed. ‘TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!’ Lyssa flattened that fist into a paddle, raised it to her lips and licked from the heel of her palm all the way to the tip of her middle finger! That bit of theatrics earned her some scattered cheers, but it was the subsequent CRAAACKING Bytch Slap that earned much wider acclaim, not to mention a raucous ‘TEN!’
Hopping down immediately thereafter, Zahn palmed the back of her foe’s head and tossed her from the corner to sprawl onto all fours. Lyssa could’ve followed up with all sorts of meanness, so the crowd was surprised to see her stay in the buckles with her back to the other brunette. Or rather, they were surprised until they realized she was trying to remove the canvas pad from the top turnbuckle. Nick realized it along with ‘em and he rushed over to protect the structural integrity of the squared circle. “Jeeze Lyssa, whatever happened to subtlety?” he scolded his charge. “Did you think I really wouldn’t notice?”
Zahn put herself between Castle and the buckle, only to sigh and step back, thus revealing the pad hanging from the heavy steel rung. “You’re right, Nick. I should’ve known such a simple ruse couldn’t fool you. I’ll have to try harder next time.”
The Senior Official just sighed and shooed her away so he could get the pad back in place as quickly as possible. Lyssa made no attempt to stop him, in fact she immediately turned her attention to Winterrest so she could drag her to verticality and march / drag her over to the opposite corner. Another Side Headlock let Zahn palm Elise’s cheeks in her free hand, though ‘palm’ was probably too gentle a descriptor considering she pressed hard enough to force Miss Murder’s mouth into an involuntary ‘O’.
No simple fish-face this, however, Lyssa forced her struggling rival’s gaping mouth against the top rope, then shifted her grip so she could lace both hands across Winterrest’s jaw. Just like that she pulled up and back, the TweetStormTrooper using a simple Chinlock to ‘help’ Elise bite through the rubber-coated steel! “You’re gonna want to put the Raven out of your mind as quickly as possible.” Zahn advised Elise as the Icy Manipulator tried to free herself from the agonizing trap. “Because if you can’t, you’ll wind up as both of our bitches. And unlike Lenore,” Lyssa leaned in to whisper in her foe’s ear, “I won’t keep quiet about--”
“DAMMIT LYSSA! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Zahn let go and backed away with both hands raised to shoulder level while Winterrest collapsed to her knees with both hands pressed over her aching jaw. “Knock that shyt OFF.” Castle warned the Black Hat.
“Don’t threaten me, Castle. We both know Christian loves heels beating the shyt out of each other too much to allow a DQ. So what the hell can you actually do?”
“Tell Merle how much you secretly appreciate all those daily Twitter affirmations.”
The smile dropped away from Lyssa’s face like it had never been there. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Not if you don’t push me.”
Zahn raised a threatening finger, then rounded on Winterrest and grabbed a double handful of shoulder-straps to prize her away from the ropes. Swinging Elise in a half circle so they were face to face, Lyssa laced her hands across the back of the Malicious Mainer’s skull, then tucked her own noggin beneath Winterrest’s chin and dropped to her knees to put even more hurt on her foe’s jaw. The tactic apparently worked wonders because Elise went down like she’d been shot, her hands once again pressed to her mouth while both feet beat a frantic, pained tattoo on the canvas.
Zahn slapped Elise’s face just because she could, then went back to the hair so she could muscle her rival into a Front Facelock. Slinging Winterrest’s near arm across her shoulders, Lyssa caught a handful of opposing one-piece (just above her left hip) and lifted Elise up for a Vertical Suplex but instead of falling backward she dropped to one knee and THWHUNKED the back of Elise’s neck atop the posted joint! Miss Murder didn’t so much kneel as she did slump before Zahn and that didn’t last long because the Social Media Superstar stretched her out flat and sprawled across her chest in a tight Crossbody. Castle swooped down beside his wrestlers and slapped the mat…
KNEEL BEFORE ZAHN!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vP8P_Y8r4mc
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Elise kicked out and sat up only to find herself caught in another Front Facelock in the span of heartbeats. “How’s the mouth, Elsie?” Zahn sneered as she ground her forearm back and forth across Winterrest’s chin. “Ready to talk some more traWHOOAAH!”
The First Degree Femme Fatale sank to one knee, wrapped her arms around Lyssa’s upper thighs and clambered back to her feet so she could hoist the brat skyward for an Inverted Atomic NO! Lyssa yoked up on the Front Facelock and wrenched it left and right with enough force to break Winterrest’s hold on her stems. Soon as she was free the Black Hat threw both legs back and laid out on her stomach which resulted in nose-splattering take on the DDT that THWUNKED the other brunette’s face against the canvas!
Elise should’ve bounced out of Zahn’s clutches on impact, unfortunately for her Lyssa clasped her hands in a snug S-grip to ensure she remained trapped in the now grounded Front Facelock. Which was not to say the wrestlers remained stationary, quite the opposite in fact. Lyssa set them on their way with a sharp tumble to the left that brought them to within arm’s length of the ropes before she reversed ‘em all the way to the other side of the squared circle. A final twist of the Gator Roll returned the brunettes to the center of the canvas, thus ensuring Elise was nowhere near sanctuary when Zahn scrambled to her knees to add even more torque to what was now almost a Guillotine Choke.
DDT & GATOR ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7xywdJjZ1eE
“And that’s how you choke a meddling beeyotch right the f*ck out!” Lyssa told her struggling adversary. “If you’d like to see more content like this, make sure to like, subscribe, share and most importantly, SUBMIT!”
Winterrest answered by draaaaaaaaaagging her nails down Lyssa’s flanks and biceps, so the TikTok Terror drew her left leg all the way back so she could drive the point of that knee into the crown of Elise’s skull. Baring her teeth in a ferocious grin even as Winterrest continued to gouge at her biceps, Zahn taunted, “Oh, I almost forgot. Don’t forget to smash that notification bell so you’ll be first to find out when another no talent piece of shyt has TAPPED OUT!”
Lyssa bludgeoned Elise’s noggin with two more Kneelifts, then turned the Facelock into a Half Nelson she used to turn Winterrest onto her back. Elise raised both hands to her aching skull only to shriek in outraged surprise when Lyssa grabbed a wrist in each hand and forced them to the mat. Such preparations meant only one thing and the FAWNatics bellowed their approval when Zahn slid forward and planted her ass atop Miss Murder’s face!
“Count this loser down.” Lyssa told Castle in the midst of swishing her hips in a grindy little figure eight. The Senior Official didn’t need to be told twice, indeed he was swooping into position before Zahn made her demand. With Lyssa’s buns glued to Elise’s nose and Elise’s shoulders glued to the canvas, Castle slapped the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
THR--
“OOOWWW! F*CKING BYTCH!” The TweetStormTrooper sprang from the cover of her own volition, one hand flying to the angry red crescent of teeth marks showing on her right glute. “You think that’s gonna save you from another nose ride, slut?” Lyssa snarled at the slowly rising battler. “It won’t. I’ll just break your jaw before I sit down aga--”
Zahn trailed off in furious, incredulous silence when Winterrest raised a hand to flip her off. “Save your threats, shythead. I don’t fear Face Sits from those with no assSEERRHH!”
The Tweeting Tyrant caught Winterrest by the wrist, yanked her to boot-leather and slung her at the ropes with an Irish NO! Elise dug in her heels and yanked Zahn off balance. Crouching down as Lyssa closed in, the Icy Manipulator rose onto tiptoes and shot both arms straight up to send Zahn soaring into the overhead lights! Arms windmilling wildly, Lyssa managed to control her descent enough to ensure she came down on her fe--“NNGGHH!” Elise palmed the New Yorker’s hips and yanked down while simultaneously dropping to one knee so that Zahn THUMPED crotch-first atop her posted knee!
Jaw unhinging even as the Inverted Atomic Drop knocked her knees together, Zahn found herself doubled over and helpless to prevent Winterrest from hooking a Front Facelock she barely registered before Miss Murder snapped backward and SPIKED the crown of her skull against the mat with a Murderous DDT! Lyssa bounced over onto her back in a rubber-limbed starfish, the brunette transformed from Influencer to clickbait in the span of heartbeats. Elise was upon her immediately thereafter, the black-clad grappler drawing the far leg into a snug cradle good for the…
MURDEROUS DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3K0lIybHN5s
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Zahn twitched a shoulder off the canvas with a half second to spare, her show of resilience earning a grudging round of applause from the capacity crowd. Nick expected to get the sharp side of Winterrest’s tongue after so close a call, so he was genuinely surprised to see a satisfied smile on Miss Murder’s face instead. Kneeling beside her prone adversary, Elise pulled her right kneepad down, then rolled Lyssa onto her right side and hooked the Black Hat’s left arm under her right armpit.
The Armbar was hardly pleasant, yet it in this case it was merely a means to an end, namely the introduction of Winterrest’s bared knee to Zahn’s cheek and jaw. “Before tonight I would have been hard-pressed to name a woman in that locker room who could match Lemarchand for sheer odiousness, let alone surpass her in that quality.” Elise’s tone was mild, pleasant even, all the more disconcerting considering she was actively grinding Lyssa’s head between her right knee and the canvas-sheathed plywood. “Yet the Raven for all her failings, has the ability to play this great game of ours in silence. It’s one of the many reasons I enjoyed making her scream so--”
“Eeeerrrgggghhh… what game is that, Elsie?” Zahn huffed as she tried to slip out from under the Malicious Mainer. “The one where you strutted into Allard’s place dressed like a Bond girl and left in the loser’s tee-shirt with your head down and heels dangling from NGH! NGH! NGH! NNNGAAAAAAAAHHH FAAAAHK!”
Elise pulled her knee away just to drive it into the back of Lyssa’s skull once, twice, three times! After that it was right back to her previous mount so she could prrrreeeessss every bit of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds down on Zahn’s jaw!
Seeing his charge’s distress, Nick hunkered down beside the action only to hold his tongue when Elise turned her gaze to him. “Don’t ask her if she submits.” she said. “Our sweet little influencer hasn’t earned that privilege, not yet any--”
“F*CK YOU!” Lyssa barked from beneath that hateful, milling knee. “EVERYONE KNOWS YOU CAN’T SUBMIT SHYT WITHOUT A F*CKING CLOWN HAMMER TO RRRGGGGHHH!”
Winterrest shifted from her knee to her foot and gave up the Armbar for a Wristlock to keep Zahn pinned in place as she got to her feet. Once there she hopped up and STOMPED on Lyssa’s skull, a show of simple brutality that earned a sympathetic groan from even the most jaded of FAWNatics. Allowing herself a moment to take in the cartography of her suffering prey, Elise snapped her bottoms back into place with a practiced flick of her index fingers before she leaned down and buried a hand in Zahn’s hair. “Tonight you learn a valuable lesson, you grimy little troll.” Winterrest murmured after she’d hauled Lyssa upright and slung her across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. “Namely, the perils of running that open sewer you call a mouth without the protection of your precious keyboard.”
Zahn mumbled something that might’ve been a curse or possibly a prayer, whatever it was, it didn’t stop Winterrest from slinging her off her left shoulder and dropping to one knee to THUNK the other brunette’s aching chin against her exposed knee! The Facebreaker left Zahn slumped on her knees, the perfect position for Elise to grab both wrists and pull her arms forward, Miss Murder preemptively removing Lyssa’s defenses before she DROVE a pad-free Kneelift between her eyes! The TikTok Terror swayed on the spot, her bobbling noggin too inviting a target for Winterrest to not collect in a Front Facelock. Tossing Zahn’s near arm across her shoulders, the First Degree Femme Fatale yanked Lyssa from six to midnight and got a nice running start just to lay out and THAWHONK Zahn’s skull into the deck via her Murderous Brainbuster!
KILLING SPREE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cEo-5Eo1VqE
Elise floated over into a domineering cover, the black-clad battler eschewing a cradle in favor of grinding one forearm into the side of her opponent’s face while her other hand pressed down on Lyssa’s gulping tummy through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Zahn shoved Winterrest’s forearm away and tumbled onto her stomach to prevent Elise from trying for a less lackadaisical cover. “Offering up your back, Lyssa? I thought that was usually locked behind a pay wall?” Elise sneered as she filled her hands with the TikTok Terror’s battle-damp locks and scraped her off the mat. Drawing Zahn in forehead to forehead once they were upright, Miss Murder purred, “It’s time you realized you are completely out of your depth AAARRRHH! HAIR! LET GO YOU BYTCH!” Winterrest whipped around in a half circle and sent Zahn backward with a rough shove that sent her careening into Nick Castle!
Panic dropping away the moment Nick stumbled away clutching his face, Winterrest pointed her right shoulder at Lyssa and stutter stepped into a perfect Super Ki-- Zahn saw it coming and raised a guard to interc-- “NNNGAAAAHHH!” The Super Kick turned out to be a deception Lyssa didn’t suss out until the Icy Manipulator THUMPED a truly malicious punt to her crotch. Zahn wailed in anguish, both hands flying to her throbbing undercarriage as she crumpled to her kne-- Elise snagged another double fistful of hair and reeled the knock-kneed influencer’s noggin between her thighs for a Standing Headscissors.
“I hope you idiots have memorized this pablum.” Winterrest chided the FAWNatics as she traced an index finger over the hashtag stretched across Lyssa’s glutes. “Because this is the last time you’ll see it tonight!” Those assembled didn’t get the chance to plead for a stay of distension, Elise simply snatched a greedy double handful of that pink lycra and made Zahn’s togs vanish with a pitiless wedgie! Upended so abruptly she didn’t even register the arena’s re-circulated air on her buns, Lyssa was PLANTED on the crown of her skull with a vile thud that was still sending shivers through the canvas when the Tweeting Tyrant slopped out of Elise’s grasp to land stretched out flat on her face!
PULLING PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cbflyZAs_uU
Favoring the nearest camera with a particularly evil look in the wake of that hellacious Piledriver, Miss Murder grabbed Zahn’s left wrist and pulled that arm away from the New Yorker’s torso so she could trap it in a tight Scissors. With Lyssa’s head resting against the pale expanse of her left thigh, Elise wrenched the other brunette’s right arm back at a sharp and pinned it under her left bicep which made it child’s play to apply a white-knuckled S-grip across Zahn’s face! Trap set, Winterrest hunched forward, then craaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back with every bit of her strength to put some truly hellacious strain on Lyssa’s shoulders and neck!
“Nnnnnnhhhhh….aaaaawwwww faaaaaaaaahk!” Zahn moaned her way back to semi-consciousness, the trapped grappler wriggling and kicking as she tried to escape the painful stretch.
“Nice of you to join us, Castle.” Winterrest chirped to the Senior Official as he trudged over to the action.
“What do you say, Lyssa?” Nick ignored Elise in favor of checking on his other charge. “Do I need to call it?”
“Cuuuuuhhh… call this one a f*cking poseur, instead.” Zahn rasped. “First she ripped off Lemarchand, now she’s stealing shyt from TreymaAAARRRGHHH! AAARRRRRHHHH!”
Elise pulled back that much harder, the First Degree Femme Fatale effectively bouncing in place as she tried to dislocate her prey’s shoulders. “Mind your tone, Zahn.” no humor from Winterrest now, her voice held all the kindness of a screaming blizzard. “Tell the nice man this match is over or the next face to go on that idiotic Wall of Shame will be your--”
“Suck shyt, f*ckwit.” Zahn huffed. “You’ll never AAAWWW FAAAAHHURRRRRK!”
Elise broke the Crossface and wrenched back on the Double Armbar to force another shriek from her foe, a shriek she promptly muffled by hooking a three-fingered claw into the other wrestler’s protesting mouth! “Like the feel, troll face?” Winterrest gouged down on the soft flesh beneath Lyssa’s tongue and shook her head from side to side. “I call it Frostbite and it’s the perfect way to shut. Your. Mouth!”
FROSTBITE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yW3T_iFmorE
“NUUUUHHHHnnnnngghhhh!” Zahn’s eyes went wide, then closed tight as she tried to spit out Elise’s talon with no noticeable success.
“Submit to me.” Miss Murder demanded of the flagging fighter. “As loud as you can, dear Lyssa. I want all your followers to know their heroine is at my mer--”
“Nnnnnhhhhhhhh!” Zahn managed to shake out a ‘no’, but most of her head movement was now under the control of one Elise Winterrest. “NNNNHHH! Nuuhhhh…. hrrrrggghh…” her legs kicked one more time, then fell still.
Ignoring the increasingly loud jeers from the crowd, Nick took hold of Lyssa’s left wrist and raised it as much as the hold would allow. He wasn’t at all surprised to see it flop to the mat when he let go. Two more checks confirmed his suspicions and ended the match, though the Icy Manipulator only relinquished the Mandible Claw at the sound of the bell.
Taking her slumbering foe’s cheeks between thumb and forefinger, Elise brushed some hair out of Lyssa’s eyes, then forced her to translate the Announcer’s confirmation into tawdry duck face. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knock-out… ELISE WINTERREST!”
Miss Murder shot Castle a glare for the official decision, though her mood seemed to improve when she broke the hold and got to her feet. Nick went to raise her hand but the brunette blew him off, Winterrest instead heading for the corner where Zahn stashed her phone. “And what sort of security measures does our little leet haxor use to protect her phone?” Elise murmured to no one in particular. “Aaaaaaahhh, perfect.”
The ref moved to intercept when she strode back to Lyssa, but the victrix spoke before he could get a word out of his mouth. “Stop clutching your pearls, Castle. I’m not going to hurt anything but her pride,” she trailed off, her expression darkening. “As long as you don’t try to stop me.”
Nick regarded her for a long moment, then stepped aside. “I’m watching you, Elise.”
“Oh, I know.” Free of official interference, Winterrest dropped to one knee, took Lyssa’s right hand by the wrist and raised it up so she could press the unconscious grappler’s thumb to the screen. “Glad you didn’t have facial recognition,” Elise admitted as she swung a leg over Zahn’s head to claim a dominant seat atop the Black Hat’s mouth and nose. “I’m not sure I could’ve replicated your usual vapid confidence while you’re f*cking asleep.”
Scrolling her way through Lyssa’s apps even as she swept slow strokes up and down her rival’s face, Winterrest found what she wanted and set about posting a whole album’s worth of material to Zahn’s Instagram feed. Most focused on various angles of the Face Sit of course, though Elise made sure to indulge in a few ‘arty’ black and white shots of the palm-shaped welt she’d so recently emblazoned upon Lyssa’s glutes. And the grand finale, a slow, steady ‘loser’s pan’ that started at Zahn’s boots and continued all the way up her starfished frame to finish on the smirking face of her conqueror and impromptu biographer.
“I hope you don’t think this is the worst I can do to you, Zahn.” Elise purred. “Believe me when I tell you this is me playing nice. Should you dare raise your voice to me again, I won’t be nearly so civil.”
Signing off with a wave, she laid the phone screen-up on Lyssa’s chest, then got to her feet and pressed the sole of one boot to end the video and provide the Gladiatrix photogs with a memorable shot.