Post by hawkeye on Aug 9, 2021 0:17:46 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first--”
THE FEMALE OF THE SPECIES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IV122X7ycvQ
ELIZABETH CROMWELL:
The speakers interrupted with a squall of static that gave way to The Female of the Species which in turn led to some truly enthusiastic vitriol from those assembled when Elizabeth Cromwell swept through the curtain. “Do kindly shut-up.” the Young Lioness told those assembled. “Tonight is far too important to waste a single second dealing with your petulant antics.”
This didn’t do anything to assuage the already hostile audience, not that Lizzie gave a solitary f*ck. Running a hand through her (again) shoulder length brown hair, the former Lightweight Champion sighed and asked, “Are you done?” They most certainly were not, as evidenced by the increased force and volume of boos.
Lizzie snorted derisively, raised the mic again and said, “If that’s all you’ve got to offer, I’m going to continue. You see, I’ve watched the progress of the Lightweight Division as of late and frankly, I’m disgusted. Our last three ‘champions’ have been a nasty little sweat freak, a delicate little YouTube catfight poseur and now an international criminal! This is unacceptable! The Lightweight division NEEDS a champion that carries herself with dignity and grace and though I’m sure it taxes your little brains to admit it, you know I’m right!”
The FAWNatics countered quite vociferously, so much so that Cromwell decided to lower the mic and head for the squared circle. For tonight’s action the svelte Briton sported her standard dark blue, boy-cut spandex briefs that barely reached below the slim curve of her backside. Above was a halter-style bikini top containing a twisting blend of red, white and blue with a black outline of the British flag on her right breast. Black boots and pads finish the attire.
Capitalizing on Cromwell’s momentary silence, the Announcer tried again. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Liverpool, England, she stands five feet five inches tall and weighs in at fifty-four and a half kilos, she is the Boarding School Princess, ELIZABETH CROMWELL!”
Climbing through the ropes in time with his proclamation, Lizzie spread her arms wide and treated herself to a glorious circuit of the ring before resuming her diatribe. “Tonight begins my return to the top of the lightweight mountain, and I don’t care who I trample along the way. To that end, I challenge any lightweight in that locker room to come down here and provide me a worthy stepping stone.” She paused to see who might appear, grew visibly annoyed when the stage remained empty after more than ten seconds. “Dear lord, the situation is even worse than I thought.” she groaned. “NOT ONE of you possesses the fortitude to face me before this baying mob? Pathetic. As much as I loathe a win via forfeit, it’s what I’ll have to accept if the rest of this division is too--”
MESS AROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJlFKmfZGL4
Now it was the speakers that interrupted Elizabeth, this time with a distinctive guitar riff that got the crowd on their feet cheering and ’UH-OH!ing in equal measure. Moments later the curtains parted and Macy Renquist returned to the FAWN Arena for the first time in five months.
MACY RENQUIST:
Hands stuffed into the pockets of her pink & white varsity jacket, the Slappin’ Sensation looked around with a faint smile, then reached up and pulled down her headphones before producing a microphone from behind her back. “Jeeze, I was just going to come out to tell everyone I’m medically cleared, but an open challenge? I mean, can’t waste one of those, can I? I hope the Announcer remembers my stats.”
Always happy to show off his eidetic memory, he waited until Renquist started down the ramp before he called, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Blue Bay, Florida, stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and seventeen pounds. She is the Slappin’ Sensation, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back, MACY RENQUIST!”
Welcome her they did, the FAWNatics on the aisle reaching as far as they could to swat palms with the Beach Blaster as she zigged and zagged to greet all she could. Bolstered by their reaction, she hopped onto the apron and quickly dipped through the ropes. Taking her place at the center of the squared circle, the Slappin’ Sensation’s smile grew that much wider once she doffed her jacket to reveal a strappy white two piece with pink trim and matching accents. Her knee and elbow pads were an identical black, while the ankle wraps she wore in place of boots were matte pink, an homage to her Astonishing trainer.
Revealed to be almost solid muscle and sinew once shod of her varsity jacket, Macy’s smile didn’t fade so much as it changed when she locked eyes with Elizabeth. Gone was the ‘good to be back’ vibe, in it’s place was the ‘Let’s wrestle’ grin of a woman getting back to something she’d missed for far too long. Cromwell answered with a dismissive hand wave that sent Renquist to the opposite corner only because referee Craig Long still needed to check her pads and wraps for final inspection.
Despite her reputation as one of the most mean-spirited and tireless trash talkers in all of FAWN, Elizabeth Cromwell remained utterly silent through the CLANG of the bell and her short walk to the center of the squared circle.
Macy knew the Young Lioness wasn’t surprised or intimidated by the Slappin’ Sensation’s surprise return. If her eyes were any indication she was practically bristling with rage. This understanding might’ve worried some wrestlers, but Renquist took it in stride. She was always making someone angry and if she was being honest, she preferred an enraged adversary. They slapped much better than the perpetually professional. Drawing to a close a couple steps shy of her foe, Macy raised her hands only to bring them right back down when Cromwell stepped in close, the brunette using every bit of her two inch height advantage to look down her nose at Macy.
The eye contact was searing but short-lived, as Lizzie moved her head so she could whisper in Renquist’s ear. “Alves did a piss poor job on your ankle if you’re already up and moving what, only five months after you sobbed away the Lightweight Title?”
Macy had no chance to respond because Cromwell got both hands up with viper-quickness and shoved her as hard as she could! The Beach Blaster stumbled, caught her balance and immediately dipped low for a smooth go-behind that deftly avoided the Bytch Slap Lizzie whipped at her face! Macy snagged a Waistlock rather than slap the Englishwoman’s back, though she did dig her knotted fists into Cromwell’s tummy with enough ‘oomph!’ to put her up on tiptoe. It was only a small opening, yet still enough of one for Renquist to charge the strands with Lizzie still strapped to her chest. She might’ve been thinking O’Connor Roll or perhaps a German Suplex, but Cromwell wasn’t interested whatever it was because she hooked her arms under the top rope to anchor herself in pla-- “NNNGGHHHH!”
Renquist smashed the edge of her right thigh into Lizzie’s lower back, then followed with a second smash that connected snug against the brunette’s hip. “Ropes!” Cromwell barked in disgust. “I’m in the ro--” she fell silent when Macy mounted the bottom rope and leaned in over her right shoulder to murmur in that ear.
“Don’t trouble yourself with my ankle, it’s stronger than ever. So’s your mouth, by the sound of--”
“Get. OFF. Me.” Lizzie hissed, her mood no better with the presence of Craig Long, who’d joined to enforce the separation.
The blonde smiled at the official, hopped off her perch and broke the Waistlock so she could--CRAAACK A short, sharp, two-handed slap landed between Cromwell’s shoulders, earning a cheer from the crowd and a snarl from the Prep School Princess. “Yeah, your mouth looks like it’s just about to run away from your head, Liz.” Macy was smiling, though her eyes were as pitiless as Cromwell’s. “I can always slap it back into place, if you’d like.”
Elizabeth snorted, ran a hand through her hair and quickly adjusted her trunks. “My mouth is just as it should be, as is the rest of me.” she murmured. “In fact I’ll be sure to keep up a nice, distracting patter while I’m breaking your ankle.”
Renquist felt an ever so subtle tingle in her right ankle at the sound of the threat. She knew it was all in her head, but that didn’t stop the blonde from beginning to hate her just the tiniest bit. “Don’t think you’re gonna manage it from over there, sweetheart.” Macy stepped back, raised her hands and hunched forward ever so slightly. “Come on in close, let’s see what you’ve got. Unless you’re scared. Are you scared? It looks like you might be sca--”
Lizzie launched herself off the ropes, the brunette’s approach so abrupt Renquist had to match the Brit’s Collar & Elbow rather than slap her senseless. Dispensing with the ‘collar’ portion in favor of a healthy handful of the other wrestler’s hair, Cromwell and Renquist tugged this way and that as they staggered ‘round forehead on forehead. Such frenetic follicular attacks weren’t legal and the referee did his level best to break the Lightweights up, but Macy and Lizzie moved so rapidly that he couldn’t get the words out until Renquist marched the Briton and tummied in on her like she meant to keep walking!
Cromwell didn’t demand a break this time, rather she wrapped another length of the blonde’s sleek ponytail around her fist and gave it a nasty yank. “Did you think that obnoxious little surprise would throw me off my game?” Lizzie asked even as Renquist’s abs ‘smecked’ and ‘smacked’ against her own. “It’s done nothing of the sort. If anything it’s provided exactly what I need to take the Lightweight Championship from that sneaking kleptoma--”
“Let’s get a clean break, ok, Macy?” Craig patted Renquist’s right shoulder to emphasize the request.
“Tell her to get her hand out of my hair and we’ll talk.” Macy answered without taking her eyes from Cromwell.
“Leggo of her hair, Elizabeth.” Long added. “Both of you, let’s have those hands overhead so we can reset in the middle of the ring.”
Blonde and brunette gave the other one last little tug, then released their hooks and did as the zebra bade. “Step back, chav.” Cromwell said softly. “Your stink is making my eyes wat--” Lizzie’s eyes narrowed to dark, hateful slots when Macy pitter-pattered two fingers against the Briton’s cheek as she cleared off.
“You’ve got lovely cheekbones.” Renquist purred. “I bet they’ll stand out even more after a few hard slaNNNGGGHH!”
The Young Lioness shot out both hands, snatched hold of Macy’s shoulder-straps and yanked her into a Kneelift that hit just above the Slappin’ Sensation’s navel! Ignoring Long’s disapproving shout, Cromwell stepped aside and yanked her rival into a chest-first collision with the top turnbuckle. Now it was Lizzie who crowded the corner, the brunette pumping a furious machine-gun burst of Kneelifts into the American’s butt and lower back. Hardly satisfied with a simple bludgeoning, she ground against Renquist’s six and slipped two fingers from each hand into opposite sides of Macy’s mouth.
“Show these idiots that lovely smile!” Cromwell sneered as she used the fishhooks to inflict an agonizing Chelsea Smile on the suffering blonde. “Go on, give them something pleasant to remember, something to blot out your sobs when the medics are loading you onto a stretchRRRRGGGGHHH!”
Renquist raised her left foot and stamped down on the toes of Lizzie’s left boot, the Beach Blaster working her heel back and forth like she was squashing a bug! Cromwell yowled in pain, but instead of abandoning her hooks she added a third finger and continued to wrench and tear! “All right, knock that shyt off!” Craig demanded, clearly infuriated by his charges’ obstinacy. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
Lizzie slipped the fishhooks free, flattened her hands into paddles and SLAPPED Macy’s cheeks as she backed away from the corner. Startled by the genuine animosity he sensed between the first time opponents, Long went to check on Renquist, then dove out of the way when the Beach Blaster exploded off the buckles with a Toe Kick aimed at the pit of Lizzie’s stom-NO!
Cromwell snatched the Yank’s foot in both hands and gave it a rough twist. “Don’t think these will stop me for long.” Lizzie gouged her thumbs against Macy’s wraps. I’ll get them off much sooner than you’d like. And once I do it’s only a matter of time before I snap your fragile little ankHHHRRRHHH!” Macy hunched over the exposed limb, grabbed a huge handful of Lizzie’s hair and yanked the Brit’s head close enough to a trio of hard slaps to the side of her face! “BYTCH!” Cromwell scrabbled for Renquist’s slappin’ wrist and found herself engaged in a furious bout of hand-fighting instead, neither wrestler willing to cede a hook once they’d secured it in their rival.
“Jeeze! Ladies, what the hell?” Long shouted to his seething charges. “Break it up and we’ll restart cle--”
Lizzie slipped a foot behind Macy’s plant leg and swept it out from underneath to take the blonde to the deck for the low, low price of a hank of her own hair. Barely noticing the jolt of pain in her scalp, Cromwell used her grip on Renquist’s foot to roll her onto her stomach and-- “AAAAAHHHH GAAAAAAAAAAHHH!” A loud shriek of pain from Macy when the Young Lioness hooked her around the ankle and tried to crank that foot right off!
ANKLE LOCK:
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“TAP OUT!” Cromwell screamed down at the suffering, struggling grappler. “TAP OUT OR IT’S BACK TO THE SHELF YOU--”
“NEVER!” Macy might’ve said it for her opponent, the referee or both, considering that Craig had dropped to one knee to check on the blonde.
Lizzie smirked, a predatory, vulpine expression. “That’s what you told Alves, isn’t it? I don’t expect it will work any better tonight.” Loosening her grip on the outside of her foe’s foot, Cromwell went back to work on the protective wraps. She made some progress, but not as much as she would’ve liked due to the American’s thrashing. “Hold still you mouthy little trollop or I swear I’ll hobble you right OOOOFFFHH!”
Lizzie’s dedication to stripping away Macy’s defenses actually weakened her own, as she and the crowd discovered when the Beach Blaster twisted over onto her back and drove the heel of her free foot into the pit of the brunette’s stomach! Cromwell doubled up but didn’t let go of Renquist’s foot even though the Ankle Lock lost all its efficacy when the blonde turned over. This tenacity didn’t seem to bother Renquist in the slightest, she simply kicked Lizzie a second time, then sat up, grabbed a handful of hair and wrenched the other wrestler’s head back at a sharp angle.
CRAAAAACK! was followed by a roar from the crowd as Macy Renquist connected with her first Bytch Slap in the better part of five months!
Lizzie’s legs shivered without giving way, but rather than tack on another swat the Slappin’ Sensation snatched a double handful of hair, braced her feet in the pit of her opponent’s stomach and tossed her over and down with an impromptu Monkey Flip. Macy somersaulted through to finish up in a seat on Cromwell’s tummy, the blonde bouncing in place a little harder than necessary to drive the air from her opponent’s lungs. Catching hold of the Englishwoman’s right hand when it flew toward her eyes, Renquist forced it to the mat and planted a knee atop that forearm to keep it pinned in place.
“NO!” Lizzie barked and held her left arm tight against her chest to prevent Macy from tugging it away. Macy did not, rather she pressed a palm to Cromwell’s forehead to keep her head in place while she delivered one, two, three more stinging slaps! She finished by catching Lizzie’s cheeks between thumb and forefinger so she could mash those elegant, patrician features into a humiliating fish-face.
“Don’t you dare threaten me, Lizzie.” Macy said coldly. “You do it again and I promise you’ll find out how that shelf feelSSOOOOWWW BYTCH!”
The Prep School Princess wrenched free of Renquist’s grasp, caught hold of her wrist and sank her teeth into the soft web of flesh between the blonde’s thumb and forefinger! No warning from Craig now, he simply began counting. “ONE…TWO… THREE… FOUR!
Cromwell and Renquist broke apart with a feline hiss, the freshly minted rivals tumbling in opposite directions for the first real separation since the match began. Blessedly free of the brunette’s talons, Macy smoothed down the edges of her ponytail and tightened the loose wrap on her right foot as best she could. As for Lizzie, she ran a hand through her hair, then worked her jaw and checked her face to ensure the blonde harlot hadn’t done any lasting damage.
“Are you sure Alves didn’t break your wrists too?” she sneered to Macy. “Those are the weakest slaps I’ve ever felt, and I’ve been in the ring with Shea London.”
Satisfied that she’d undone the worst of Lizzie’s work, Renquist got up and raised her hands. “Nice tuff talk, Liz. But I felt the warmth coming off your cheek after just a few shots. I bet there’ll be a legit heat shimmer over it by the time I’m finished.”
Cromwell huffed, rose to her full height and began to circle. “By the time you’re finished I’ll have ripped off that ponytail, stuffed those tacky little wraps in your mouth and relegated you to a full year of physical therapy out at the Madhouse.”
Macy, fresh off her first significant injury, was not amused by the threat. “Is that a fact, cutie?”
“Consider it gospel, harridan.”
Suddenly quite compelled to stretch Elizabeth Cromwell out flat on her face, the Slappin’ Sensation left her left hand overhead and waggled her fingers in the brunette’s direction. “Prove it then. Or are you just the fragile poseur the locker room says you are?”
The fine hairs on the nape of Lizzie’s neck stood on end at the sound of her opponent’s words. “You’re calling me fragile? That would be insulting if it wasn’t so laughable.”
Renquist turned the back of her raised hand toward Cromwell and flipped her the bird. “Don’t like it? Make me regret it.”
The challenge was barely out of her mouth when Elizabeth closed the distance and joined her palm to Macy’s with an audible CLAP. Both wrestlers clamped down at once, their nails digging away at the skin between her opponent’s knuckles. Renquist lifted her other hand to complete the Test and Cromwell did the sa-- Lizzie slapped[/I] her blonde across the mouth, not one of Macy’s scintillating Bytch Slaps, this was more the clipped, brisk effort of an aristocrat setting a wayward butler in line. It was meant to convey ‘know your place, bytch’ and that’s exactly what it did if the ‘oooooohhhhhh!’ of the crowd was any indication.
“Such is the order of things.” Cromwell explained as she drank in the ‘how could you?’ look on Macy’s face. “Now keep your hands steady, waif. I want this to at least appear competOOOOWWWWW!”
The Beach Blaster dropped her unoccupied hand not for an answering slap but a white-knuckled claw grip on the Brit’s left breast! Teeth bared in rage, the Young Lioness reared back for another slap, then decided against it when she caught a look from her adversary. Understanding that this tawdry tramp had simply changed the format on the back end of the Test, Lizzie nodded almost imperceptibly before she palmed Renquist’s right breast for an answering squeeeeeeeeeeeze. Mouth on shoulder with the blonde now, Cromwell poured on the pressure and hissed, “Did you think I would balk at such a challenge, whelp?” she dug her nails a little deeper. “I’ve mastered techniques crafted by Gaiman, Zarkova and Bly, where are your techniques from? Cocoa Beach? New Smyrneeeeerrrggggggghhhh!”
Macy bore down that much harder, then went up on tiptoe and bent Cromwell’s hand backward over her own wrist. “I’ve fought on beaches that would make you weep, princess.” Renquist nipped the Englishwoman’s ear, making Lizzie hiss. “Not that I NEED the sand to make you cry, as you’ll see soon--” THUMP! The Prep School Princess brought a foot up and down twice as fast in an effort to crush Macy’s bare toes. Alas, the blonde anticipated such a tactic and she pulled her foot out of the way with a heartbeat to spare. “Oh no, it looks like your hands are full!” Cromwell mocked Renquist as she tried to regain control of the Test. “Looks like you can’t slap NNNNGGGHH!”
Macy released the claw to paintbrush Lizzie’s cheek with a Bytch Slap, then went right back to that painful kneading. “Trust me, schoolgirl.” the former Lightweight Champ murmured. “I can always find a way to slap AAAAAAARRRRHHHHH!”
Lizzie abandoned her own jugg-work, pressed that palm to the side of Macy’s head and jabbed a thumb into her eye! Renquist tried to slap her way out of the painful predicament, but Cromwell’s encroaching arm effectively blocked her from one side and the aggressive gouging screwed with her depth perception so much it dialed her usually percussive palms down to ineffectual flailing. Taken by itself it was a remarkably sound strategy, however in a larger context it was a blatant violation of the rules, as Craig Long was quick to remind the Prep School Princess. “Off her eyes right now, Lizzie! ONE! TWO! THREE!”
Lizzie switched over to a double handful of hair, her aggressive yanking drawing Macy’s dangerous hands up to scrabble at the Briton’s wrists. Cromwell let the blonde do as she liked, it meant Renquist was otherwise occupied when she STAMPED on her foe’s bare feet one right after the other! Macy shrieked, hobbled backward, found herself doubled over by the handful of ha--“NNNNGGGGHH!”
A snappy European Uppercut found Macy’s chin and sent her drifting into the strands, the Beach Blaster hooking the top like a lifeline while her other hand went to her stinging eye. “Ropes.” she grunted to the official. “Back that bytch up, I’m in the--”
CRACK! Cromwell seared Renquist’s chest with a gaudy Knife-Edge Chop, then twisted around and angled both hands over her right shoulder to catch the American’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock. Ignoring Long’s nattering was proving quite difficult by now, yet Cromwell managed it just long enough to step forward and go down on one knee, which flipped the beleaguered blonde onto her butt with a Snapmare. Lizzie was on her at once, slipping her legs around the brunette’s waist and crossing her ankles to pour on the pressure with an extremely aggressive Bodyscissors.
“Feeling like you rushed back to the ring a little too soon, I gather?” Cromwell braced her palms against the canvas, lifted her butt up by a good six inches and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed the other wrestler’s midsection. “Or perhaps, in your obnoxious, unearned arrogance, you simply picked the wrong tarRRRGGHHH!”
Macy withdrew her defenses from Elizabeth’s vise-grip thighs to give the Englishwoman a bitter taste of her own hair-pulling medicine! “I think you’re just the right target, bytch.” she growled. “This place is going to lose it when I leave you tits-up in the middle of the rinGOOOOOOOOWWWWW F*CK!”
Never shy about displaying her catfighting bona fides, Lizzie relinquished the high ground so she could reach under Macy’s armpits to grab hold of her opponent’s breasts! “Tits-up?” she hissed in Renquist’s ear even as she groped and gouged that modest bounty. “I’m afraid the threat rings hollow coming from a woman who can’t proGRRRRRRHHHH!”
The Slappin’ Sensation buried a hand in Cromwell’s dark hair and pulled hard enough to wrench her head to the side at an ugly angle! “Can’t what?” Macy snarled. “Can’t make you scream? Can’t ruin you on this maAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”
Lizzie narrowed her focus to the blonde’s nipples with at least half a dozen savage stereo tweaks! “You’re no match for me, gimpy.” she rasped. “Be it wrestling or catfighting. Carpet, canvas or sand, I am your superior in all disciplines and venues and I will make you admit as such to the wor--” Cromwell’s threat caught in her throat when Renquist slipped her free (left) hand under the Scissors and clamped down on the Briton’s inner thigh, the L-shaped curve of her thumb and forefinger almost perfectly contoured to the edge of her opponent’s briefs.
The pain of their stalemate silenced both ladies so Craig used the opportunity to kneel beside the action. “Ladies, I’m going to need you to knock this catty crap off right now, understand? Don’t make me warn you ag--”
“Just ring the bloody bell if you’re not going to shut up, Long.” Lizzie hissed. “Because I’m not letting this piece of trash go until I hear NNNNGGGGHHH!”
Macy tightened her clamps, which caused Cromwell to redouble her own titty-twisting efforts. “We’re working some things out here.” Renquist’s tone was equally strained, though she managed at least a veneer of civility. “If you want us apart, you’ll have to do it yourseOOOOWWWHEEYHHRRRRGGGGHH!” The Boarding School Princess abandoned her hold on the American’s chest in favor of a double handful of that long, sleek ponytail. But no simple tug this, Cromwell wrapped it around Macy’s neck and thus transformed it from a mere hairstyle to a flaxen garrote!
“Last warning, Cromwell!” Craig barked. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
Elizabeth didn’t let go and Macy didn’t get free, yet the ref’s count stopped nevertheless. The voice in his earpiece told him in no uncertain terms that the match would continue barring threat of debilitating injury, and that if Craig wanted the hold broken he needed to get in there and break it up himself. Grimacing at the prospect, (he’d passed on long sleeves tonight and now regretted it deeply) Long took a deep breath and dropped to one knee just as Lizzie released her trap. This wasn’t in answer to the zebra’s demand, instead she took advantage of Renquist’s bug-eyed gasping to rip off the hair-tie holding the blonde’s ponytail together. “Tell this drooling idiot that you quit, slattern.” the Briton cooed as she mussed Macy’s hair, then tried to remove it by the handful. “Tell him you’d like to go back to the Coconut Circuit to fatten up on some more bikini meat before you climb back into the ring with a real AAAARRRRHHHHHH YOU BLOODY TRAMP!”
Renquist pulled her forces from all other fronts in favor of snatching hold of her tormentor’s wrists. Rather than try to remove the Young Lioness’ claws, the Beach Blaster unsheathed her own and gouged them deep into the soft flesh on the underside of Cromwell’s wrists! Shrieking as the attack on those pressure points made her tingle from elbow to fingertips, Lizzie kept at the hair-pull as long as she could but eventually the pain overwhelmed her grip and Macy tossed her hands aside. Didn’t mean the Slappin’ Sensation was out of trouble though, Cromwell still had a Bodyscissors cinched on nice and tight and she reminded Renquist of this fact by bearing down with everything she--
“NNGGHH!” Macy snapped her head backward to catch the brunette on the point of the chin! The Headbutt didn’t break the Scissors, but they loosened enough for Macy to sit up and turn around, the American now on her knees with Lizzie’s legs snugged around her hips. “Vuuhh… vulgar bytch.” Cromwell grumbled. “You fight like a pig slopping around in--” CRACK-CRACK-CRAAAAAACK!
Macy grabbed Lizzie’s right shoulder to hold her steady, flattened her own right hand into a paddle and clouted Cromwell’s cheek once, twice, three times! Nodding in satisfaction at the wide-eyed shock on her foe’s face, Renquist took the brunette’s chin between thumb and forefinger and turned her head this way and that to best inspect the growing welt. “How’d that taste, princess? Wait, can you taste anything or did I slap it somewhere into the lower decKOOOOOWWW DAMMIT!”
Lizzie snatched the blonde’s slappin’ hand and tugged it from her chin so she could chomp down on the other wrestler’s fingers! Macy answered by raking Cromwell from shoulder to chest, then delivering another hard slap to the Englishwoman’s face. That shot broke the bite and the Scissors, however Renquist didn’t get a chance to disengage properly because Elizabeth drew a knee up to her chest so she could plant that foot against Macy’s sternum. Just like that she pushed off with all her might, the half Mule Kick sending the blonde sprawling in one direction while Cromwell flopped onto her stomach and crawled in the other.
The separation seemed to drain both women, as the furious scrambling that’d marked the last several minutes was nowhere to be seen as they began tending to their various aches and pains. Rolling to her back so she could lean against the bottom rope, Elizabeth Cromwell put a hand to her face, chest and tummy and winced each time she touched one of the welts raised by the blonde’s hateful hands. As for Macy, she sat up, ran a hand through her hair and winced like every bit of her scalp was on fire. That burn must’ve extended to her chest as well because even the slightest press of a protective forearm was enough to make the former Lightweight Champion grit her teeth in anguish.
“Nasty bytch,” Renquist muttered to herself as she undid a few lengths of the tape she had around her right wrist. Doing so exposed the extra hair tie she kept stashed for just such an occasion and shortly thereafter she was sweeping her locks back into something far more manageab--
“Don’t even bother, tramp.” Cromwell called from her side of the squared circle. “Tying your hair back only makes it easier to pull. And next time I get my hands on you I’m going to--” Surprise from Lizzie and a cheer from the FAWNatics when Macy shot the hair-tie across the ring to bounce it off the Englishwoman’s forehead!
“Only thing you’re getting your hands on is a tub of consolation ice cream, Liz. Oh, and you can keep that. Might prove useful in taming that drain clog you call hair.”
Elizabeth tossed the discarded tie away and returned to verticality without ever taking her eyes off the Slappin’ Sensation. “I am your superior in every aspect, Macy Renquist.” she explained softly. “There is not an arena you can name be it mental, social, or physical, where I cannot out-duel you with even the slightest bit of effort.”
Macy rose as well, she wasn’t about to let the brunette look down on her in any respect. “I name this arena, Elizabeth Cromwell. I name this ring. Because as of now it belongs to me. If you think you can take it, you’re more than welcome to try.”
Cromwell worked her jaw in such a way that recalled the burn of an earlier slap. This didn’t bother her in the slightest, in fact it brought a predatory smile to her lips. “Challenge accepted, harlot. I will rip these things from your grasp and humble you in the proc--”
Macy stormed across the canvas, threw an arm around the back of her opponent’s neck and wrenched her down into a tight Side Headlock to secure the first actual ‘wrestling’ hold almost fifteen minutes after the opening bell. Eager to make up for lost time, Renquist ground her foe’s noggin between bicep and hip, then halved her grip so she could return some of the earlier hair-pulling with eye-watering interest!
Lizzie bellowed with hate as Macy worked her will, but she made no effort to draw the ref’s attention to the infraction. Instead she SLAPPED Renquist’s left hip and flank several times before settling into a Belly Claw made all the more painful by jamming the tip of her index finger into the blonde’s navel. Macy shook her head ‘no’, put even more pressure on the Headlock and was delighted to hear the Young Lioness mewl in pain. “That all you got, princeSOOWWW!”
Lizzie bit down on the side of her attacker’s forearm, twisted loose of the Headlock and promptly wrenched Macy’s right arm up between her shoulders with a painful Hammerlock. “When it comes to trash like you, I’ll always have more, luv.” Cromwell chirped in Renquist’s ear just before thum-thum-THUMPED a series of quick, spiteful Kneelifts into the American’s squirming rump.
Macy grimaced with each impact, the force behind them putting her up on tiptoe to dull even a little bit of the-- “AAAAAHH NO BITING!” the Beach Blaster wailed aloud when Elizabeth pressed in against the left side of her neck and dug in like she hadn’t eaten in a week! Keeping at it until she felt Long hurrying over to break up her fun, the Prep School Princess kissed the welt, then teased, “What’s the matter, my little beachy bad-ass? Have you already enouHHRRGH!”
Macy could’ve wrestled her way out of the predicament if she’d really wanted to, so that she chose to CRAAACK her free hand against the Briton’s left ear instead spoke volumes about her mood. Spinning behind Cromwell the instant her wrist was free, Renquist threaded her arms under Lizzie’s biceps, then laced her hands across the back of the other wrestler’s skull. Or rather, she snatched a massive double handful of hair and yanked Cromwell’s head back and forth almost half a dozen times before she craaaanked forward on the Full Nelson.
“So you like to bite, huh?” Macy’s voice was pure fury as she worked to avoid the brunette’s flailing hands. “What a coincidence, I do too!”
“Drrrhhh… don’t you f*cking dare you disgusting AAAAAARRRHHHH!”
But Renquist did dare, as Lizzie discovered when the blonde leaned in to gnaw on the nape of her neck! “I wish we were doing this on the beach.” the Slappin’ Sensation chided after she’d finished her snack. “On a clear day I bet they could hear you screaming five miles awHHHRRRHH!”
Lizzie didn’t much care for the growing numbness in her fingertips so she raised her right foot and brutally raaaaaaaaaked the heel of that boot down Renquist’s bare shin! Grinning like a lunatic as she felt the American’s grip loosening, Cromwell ground Macy’s toes for good measure, then powered her arms directly overhead and dropped to a seat. The abrupt descent cost her several strands of hair, though Lizzie considered it a bargain to be free of the Full Nelson. Rolling onto her back as soon as she hit the mat, the Prep School Princess kicked her legs up and hooked them under Renquist’s armpits, as the blonde had instinctually bent down to retreat her escaping adversary. In that same breath Cromwell caught hold of Macy’s calves and popped her hips to bundle the Beach Blaster onto her shoulders with an impromptu Victory Roll!
Delighted by the opportunity to count an actual pin, Craig Long dove down beside his charges and slapped off…
ONE…
TWO…
THR--“OOOOWWWW!”
Lizzie released Macy’s legs which let the blonde get a shoulder off the mat, unfortunately for the former Lightweight Champion it also meant Cromwell was free to drag her talons across Renquist’s eyes! “Premonition fulfilled!” Lizzie cackled as she scrambled to verticality. “Shrieking at my feet, right where you BELONG!” Cromwell leapt, drew her knees to chest level and stomped down on the pit of Macy’s stomach with every bit of her weight!
Macy sat bolt upright as the air exploded from her lungs but she almost certainly would’ve collapsed in a retching heap if Elizabeth hadn’t forced her to stand via a greedy handful of shoulder-straps.
“Let me show you how to properly stretch a neck, amateur.” the Young Lioness hissed in the midst of threading her fingers over the back of Macy’s skull. Twisting that grip to one side transformed the Facelock into a Cravate, an adjustment that ensured Renquist could do nothing besides follow along in Cromwell’s wake when the Briton broke into a run. Said run lasted through three loping strides before Lizzie laid out and landed on her back to THAWHAM Renquist down flat on her face, chest and belly as victim of a Cravate Cutter!
CRAVATE CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m8WyzkbaLXo
Stretched out facedown in the wake of the vile descent, Macy could manage little more than a dispirited groan when Cromwell shoved her onto her back and climbed aboard in a Schoolgirl Pin. Bearing down on the squirming seat with all her weight, Lizzie locked eyes with Macy and mouthed out a silent count that matched Craig’s tally of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Slappin’ Sensation set both feet flat and popped her hips as hard as she could to pitch the Briton forward onto her hands and knees with half a second to spare! Lizzie pounded a frustrated fist against the mat but was up in a trice, much quicker than her adversary who had only made it to all fours. The height discrepancy didn’t bother Cromwell at all, she simply positioned herself on the American’s left side and wrapped a few hanks of Renquist’s hair around her right hand. “Everyone here knows you’re trash, why not go ahead and admit it, luv?” Lizzie wrenched Macy’s head back and used her free hand to swat and taunt the penitent lightweight’s face.
Macy did no such thing of course, instead she chose to rear back on her knees so she could pound the point of her left elbow into the brunette’s tummy. “You’re the only trash in this ring, Liz.” she growled. “And burning you up is sure to improve the vieNGHHHRRRGGGHH!”
The Young Lioness scraped her boot-laces down the side of Renquist’s face, then set her right shin across the nape of her prey’s neck and dropped down with all her weight! The descent wasn’t as lengthy as some, but there was still an audible skull-on-canvas THWHONK that brought a malicious smile to the Briton’s face. Bulling Macy onto her back so she could slide into an aggressive pin, Cromwell hooked the far leg tight and nodded in time to the count of…
KNEE DROP BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=36CHTc9z7OA
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Beach Blaster shoved Lizzie away with half a second to spare to earn a loud cheer that got all the more raucous when she SLAPPED the brunette’s face while she was still stretched out flat! Everyone loved it save Lizzie, who grabbed her attacker’s slappin’ (right) wrist and promptly beat that hand on the deck more than half a dozen times. “Sullen brat!” Cromwell hissed to the blonde as she forced the both of them to return to boot-leather. “You will learn to respect your betters, even if you have to endure my worst in the--”
She would’ve said ‘process’ if Macy hadn’t reared back for another face-numbing Bytch Slap. Renquist’s wind-up was quick, alas Lizzie’s was a little quicker, the Prep School Princess filling her other hand with Macy’s hair an instant before she snapped to one knee and snapped the blonde’s back over the post of her left thigh. Macy bounced off and rolled away, at least as far as the punishing grip on her hair would allow.
HAIR-PULL BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kp1ONO6OOGA
“No escape, brat!” Cromwell cackled over the jeers of those assembled. “No escape from the clutches of your betters!” Doubling down on the hair-hold to reel Renquist in close, Lizzie yanked Macy from all fours to a stooped parody of verticality, then leapt up and dropped to her butt to THWHAM the Slappin’ Sensation down courtesy of a Sit-Out Facebuster! The blonde tumbled over and Lizzie hooked the far leg at once in a cradle so tight it put Macy’s toes on the canvas north of her head while also pointing her rump at the lights. Craig swooped in, checked Renquist’s shoulders and slapped the mat…
SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZRN-L8dhMzg
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Surprise and fury from Lizzie in equal measure as Macy twisted free of the cover with a whisper to spare! “Oafish lout!” she barked to Craig. “She’s finished! Why do you insist on extending my time in front of this rabble?”
Long opened his mouth to respond, but Cromwell dismissed by returning her ire to the suffering blonde. Cupping her foe’s ears, Lizzie dragged Macy upright, then switched over to a Chinlock so she twist the rivals into a back-to-back arrangement, one made all the more painful for Renquist because the back of her neck was stretched against the Englishwoman’s left shoulder. Fingers laced tight, Cromwell dipped her knees and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaned forward to hoist Macy of her feet by a good six inches! “GIVE UP!” Lizzie demanded over the Renquist’s pained wailing. “YOU’RE NO MATCH FOR ME, SO STOP WASTING MY NGH! NGH! NGH!”
The Slappin’ Sensation grabbed hold of her tormentor’s wrists for a little extra leverage which allowed her to whip her right leg forward and then back so that the ball of her heel smashed into the meat of Lizzie’s right thigh. Cromwell cringed, stumbled a bit, but managed another follicle-straining yank before Renquist drilled that same heel into the pit of the Englishwoman’s knee.
“Damn you!” The Young Lioness’ noose slipped enough to return Macy to terra firma, though Cromwell doggedly refused to release her grip on the other woman’s hair. Quick to steady her footing now that the Beach Blaster wasn’t kicking the crap out of her leg, Lizzie slammed the slim curve of her glutes into Macy’s lower back once, twice, three times, all while still tugging and tearing at her hair. “And now, you sandy little whelp,” she hissed, “now you learn your place!” Cromwell sank into a deep crouch, thus empowering her reserves when she YANKED Renquist loose from her moorings for--
‘Ooooooooohhhhh!’ from those assembled as Macy pushed off with all her might and barreled up the slope of Lizzie’s back to land directly in front of the startled brunette! Eyes wide in the wake of this abrupt reversal, Cromwell instinctually freed one hand from the blonde’s tresses to rear back for the biggest Bytch Slap she’d thrown in quite some--
SPINNING BACKFIST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5MKtqmp5yVU
“NNNNGGGHHH!” Macy whipped ‘round on the spot and flicked out her right hand to PWAAAK Lizzie on the cheek with a massive Spinning Backfist! Cromwell’s grip on the American’s hair actually kept her upright, though she found herself swaying in place when Renquist finally twisted free. “Muuuhh… miserable guttersnipe.” Elizabeth shaped her left hand into a talon in anticipation of drawing it across the blonde’s hateful eyes. “LEARN YOUR PLARRRGGGGGGHHH!”
HIGH KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PjaFUcQI9Y
Renquist planted on her left heel, pivoted into the onrushing catfighter and whipped the point of her right knee up into Cromwell’s chin! Lizzie swooned ‘round in a half circle, the Prep School Princess lurching away from the conflict in search of some respite in the ropes. Unfortunately in doing so she offered her back to the blonde, a target that proved far too enticing for Macy to ignore. Catching Lizzie in a Waistlock in barely a step or two, the Beach Blaster dropped down low and popped her hips to take Cromwell up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders via a huge German Suplex!
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YFQdI1uAhPo
Macy released her grasp on impact, Lizzie rolled through to her feet and actually backpedaled into the ropes she’d sought, albeit on the opposite side of the ring. Everyone thought the Briton would hold on for dear life so they were genuinely surprised when Cromwell exploded off the ropes and threw a Lariat at her rival’s throNOOOOOOOO! Already charging the tenacious brunette, Macy hooked that extended left arm, dipped underneath and sprang up perpendicular to Lizzie’s shoulders to scissor her legs around the other wrestler’s right arm. The FAWNatics thought ‘Crucifix’ for approximately half a heartbeat before Renquist released the left arm and swung into position for a Sunset Fl-- Macy clamped her thighs around Lizzie’s head and flipped through into a seat that brought the Young Lioness THWHUNKING down on the crown of her skull!
CREATURE FROM THE BLUE LAGOON...OUTTA NOWHERE!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FOZFZboqdY
Dragged down to the frigid depths by the Creature From The Blue Lagoon, Cromwell somehow somersaulted through the landing to end up on her feet though she looked much the worse for wear. Set on one knee before the woozy warrior, Macy caught hold of the Englishwoman’s boots and swept her legs out from underneath, all the better to pin them over her head in a snug Matchbook. But even that wasn’t assurance enough for the Beach Blaster because she stepped forward and dropped to all fours so that she was seated atop Lizzie’s upturned haunches while Craig and the crowd counted off…
ALLIGATOR CLUTCH @ 00:03
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uc1CzcZvhDA
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The Slappin’ Sensation slid out of her mount at the sound of the bell, an exhausted Macy smiling at the camera and mouthing, ’Listen to this!’
As if on cue, the Announcer exclaimed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… MACY RENQUIST!”
Delighted (and secretly relieved) to hear her name echoing through the rafters again, Macy stood up and offered her hand to Craig, who raised it to a thunderous reaction from the Red, White & Bruised crowd. “Go on,” the ref swatted her on the shoulder. “Take your lap, you’ve earned it.”
Renquist mulled it over for a moment, shook her head ‘no’. “I think all this excitement might have tweaked my ankle.”
“Oh jeeze, do you need me to get the medics out here?”
“No, I can walk it off.” Macy glanced to Lizzie and smiled. “I just need to sit for a second.”
Long sighed, rolled his eyes. “Don’t take it too far, alright?”
“Who, me?”
The Beach Blaster skipped over to the prone brunette, got another loud roar when she planted a foot on either side of Cromwell’s noggin. Hands on her thighs, she sank to her knees, the blonde settling into a comfortable seat on Lizzie’s chest that saw the fork of her crotch pressed snug to Cromwell’s chin.
The press of Renquist’s weight caused Lizzie’s eyes to flutter, then narrow to hateful slits when she realized her position. Meeting the Briton’s glare with a hard, knowing smile, Macy asked, “Anything to say now, princess?”
Cromwell offered no words, but her eyes spoke furious, vengeful volumes. After several seconds she whispered, “Do your worst, slut. I’m not finished with--”
Renquist reached down and tapped the tip of her rival’s nose with an index finger just because she could. “Not finished with you either, Liz.” she answered. “You threatened me with injury, I’ll make you regret it.”
Lizzie bared her teeth in hateful defiance. “Do your worst.”
“You first. I’ll take it, then slap that bytchy look right off your face.”
“Get fucNNGGGHH!”
Macy pressed a palm to Lizzie’s cheek and forced her head to one side while simultaneously pushing to her feet. Dismissing the brunette with a swiftness that made Cromwell’s blood boil, Macy raised her arms in a jaunty ‘V’ and treated herself to a strutting lap around the Young Lioness. Pausing after she’d slipped through the ropes, Renquist looked over one shoulder, blew Lizzie a kiss, then hopped off the apron and started up the aisle while Cromwell stayed behind to plot the beginnings of a truly malicious revenge.
THE FEMALE OF THE SPECIES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IV122X7ycvQ
ELIZABETH CROMWELL:
The speakers interrupted with a squall of static that gave way to The Female of the Species which in turn led to some truly enthusiastic vitriol from those assembled when Elizabeth Cromwell swept through the curtain. “Do kindly shut-up.” the Young Lioness told those assembled. “Tonight is far too important to waste a single second dealing with your petulant antics.”
This didn’t do anything to assuage the already hostile audience, not that Lizzie gave a solitary f*ck. Running a hand through her (again) shoulder length brown hair, the former Lightweight Champion sighed and asked, “Are you done?” They most certainly were not, as evidenced by the increased force and volume of boos.
Lizzie snorted derisively, raised the mic again and said, “If that’s all you’ve got to offer, I’m going to continue. You see, I’ve watched the progress of the Lightweight Division as of late and frankly, I’m disgusted. Our last three ‘champions’ have been a nasty little sweat freak, a delicate little YouTube catfight poseur and now an international criminal! This is unacceptable! The Lightweight division NEEDS a champion that carries herself with dignity and grace and though I’m sure it taxes your little brains to admit it, you know I’m right!”
The FAWNatics countered quite vociferously, so much so that Cromwell decided to lower the mic and head for the squared circle. For tonight’s action the svelte Briton sported her standard dark blue, boy-cut spandex briefs that barely reached below the slim curve of her backside. Above was a halter-style bikini top containing a twisting blend of red, white and blue with a black outline of the British flag on her right breast. Black boots and pads finish the attire.
Capitalizing on Cromwell’s momentary silence, the Announcer tried again. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Liverpool, England, she stands five feet five inches tall and weighs in at fifty-four and a half kilos, she is the Boarding School Princess, ELIZABETH CROMWELL!”
Climbing through the ropes in time with his proclamation, Lizzie spread her arms wide and treated herself to a glorious circuit of the ring before resuming her diatribe. “Tonight begins my return to the top of the lightweight mountain, and I don’t care who I trample along the way. To that end, I challenge any lightweight in that locker room to come down here and provide me a worthy stepping stone.” She paused to see who might appear, grew visibly annoyed when the stage remained empty after more than ten seconds. “Dear lord, the situation is even worse than I thought.” she groaned. “NOT ONE of you possesses the fortitude to face me before this baying mob? Pathetic. As much as I loathe a win via forfeit, it’s what I’ll have to accept if the rest of this division is too--”
MESS AROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJlFKmfZGL4
Now it was the speakers that interrupted Elizabeth, this time with a distinctive guitar riff that got the crowd on their feet cheering and ’UH-OH!ing in equal measure. Moments later the curtains parted and Macy Renquist returned to the FAWN Arena for the first time in five months.
MACY RENQUIST:
Hands stuffed into the pockets of her pink & white varsity jacket, the Slappin’ Sensation looked around with a faint smile, then reached up and pulled down her headphones before producing a microphone from behind her back. “Jeeze, I was just going to come out to tell everyone I’m medically cleared, but an open challenge? I mean, can’t waste one of those, can I? I hope the Announcer remembers my stats.”
Always happy to show off his eidetic memory, he waited until Renquist started down the ramp before he called, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Blue Bay, Florida, stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and seventeen pounds. She is the Slappin’ Sensation, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back, MACY RENQUIST!”
Welcome her they did, the FAWNatics on the aisle reaching as far as they could to swat palms with the Beach Blaster as she zigged and zagged to greet all she could. Bolstered by their reaction, she hopped onto the apron and quickly dipped through the ropes. Taking her place at the center of the squared circle, the Slappin’ Sensation’s smile grew that much wider once she doffed her jacket to reveal a strappy white two piece with pink trim and matching accents. Her knee and elbow pads were an identical black, while the ankle wraps she wore in place of boots were matte pink, an homage to her Astonishing trainer.
Revealed to be almost solid muscle and sinew once shod of her varsity jacket, Macy’s smile didn’t fade so much as it changed when she locked eyes with Elizabeth. Gone was the ‘good to be back’ vibe, in it’s place was the ‘Let’s wrestle’ grin of a woman getting back to something she’d missed for far too long. Cromwell answered with a dismissive hand wave that sent Renquist to the opposite corner only because referee Craig Long still needed to check her pads and wraps for final inspection.
Despite her reputation as one of the most mean-spirited and tireless trash talkers in all of FAWN, Elizabeth Cromwell remained utterly silent through the CLANG of the bell and her short walk to the center of the squared circle.
Macy knew the Young Lioness wasn’t surprised or intimidated by the Slappin’ Sensation’s surprise return. If her eyes were any indication she was practically bristling with rage. This understanding might’ve worried some wrestlers, but Renquist took it in stride. She was always making someone angry and if she was being honest, she preferred an enraged adversary. They slapped much better than the perpetually professional. Drawing to a close a couple steps shy of her foe, Macy raised her hands only to bring them right back down when Cromwell stepped in close, the brunette using every bit of her two inch height advantage to look down her nose at Macy.
The eye contact was searing but short-lived, as Lizzie moved her head so she could whisper in Renquist’s ear. “Alves did a piss poor job on your ankle if you’re already up and moving what, only five months after you sobbed away the Lightweight Title?”
Macy had no chance to respond because Cromwell got both hands up with viper-quickness and shoved her as hard as she could! The Beach Blaster stumbled, caught her balance and immediately dipped low for a smooth go-behind that deftly avoided the Bytch Slap Lizzie whipped at her face! Macy snagged a Waistlock rather than slap the Englishwoman’s back, though she did dig her knotted fists into Cromwell’s tummy with enough ‘oomph!’ to put her up on tiptoe. It was only a small opening, yet still enough of one for Renquist to charge the strands with Lizzie still strapped to her chest. She might’ve been thinking O’Connor Roll or perhaps a German Suplex, but Cromwell wasn’t interested whatever it was because she hooked her arms under the top rope to anchor herself in pla-- “NNNGGHHHH!”
Renquist smashed the edge of her right thigh into Lizzie’s lower back, then followed with a second smash that connected snug against the brunette’s hip. “Ropes!” Cromwell barked in disgust. “I’m in the ro--” she fell silent when Macy mounted the bottom rope and leaned in over her right shoulder to murmur in that ear.
“Don’t trouble yourself with my ankle, it’s stronger than ever. So’s your mouth, by the sound of--”
“Get. OFF. Me.” Lizzie hissed, her mood no better with the presence of Craig Long, who’d joined to enforce the separation.
The blonde smiled at the official, hopped off her perch and broke the Waistlock so she could--CRAAACK A short, sharp, two-handed slap landed between Cromwell’s shoulders, earning a cheer from the crowd and a snarl from the Prep School Princess. “Yeah, your mouth looks like it’s just about to run away from your head, Liz.” Macy was smiling, though her eyes were as pitiless as Cromwell’s. “I can always slap it back into place, if you’d like.”
Elizabeth snorted, ran a hand through her hair and quickly adjusted her trunks. “My mouth is just as it should be, as is the rest of me.” she murmured. “In fact I’ll be sure to keep up a nice, distracting patter while I’m breaking your ankle.”
Renquist felt an ever so subtle tingle in her right ankle at the sound of the threat. She knew it was all in her head, but that didn’t stop the blonde from beginning to hate her just the tiniest bit. “Don’t think you’re gonna manage it from over there, sweetheart.” Macy stepped back, raised her hands and hunched forward ever so slightly. “Come on in close, let’s see what you’ve got. Unless you’re scared. Are you scared? It looks like you might be sca--”
Lizzie launched herself off the ropes, the brunette’s approach so abrupt Renquist had to match the Brit’s Collar & Elbow rather than slap her senseless. Dispensing with the ‘collar’ portion in favor of a healthy handful of the other wrestler’s hair, Cromwell and Renquist tugged this way and that as they staggered ‘round forehead on forehead. Such frenetic follicular attacks weren’t legal and the referee did his level best to break the Lightweights up, but Macy and Lizzie moved so rapidly that he couldn’t get the words out until Renquist marched the Briton and tummied in on her like she meant to keep walking!
Cromwell didn’t demand a break this time, rather she wrapped another length of the blonde’s sleek ponytail around her fist and gave it a nasty yank. “Did you think that obnoxious little surprise would throw me off my game?” Lizzie asked even as Renquist’s abs ‘smecked’ and ‘smacked’ against her own. “It’s done nothing of the sort. If anything it’s provided exactly what I need to take the Lightweight Championship from that sneaking kleptoma--”
“Let’s get a clean break, ok, Macy?” Craig patted Renquist’s right shoulder to emphasize the request.
“Tell her to get her hand out of my hair and we’ll talk.” Macy answered without taking her eyes from Cromwell.
“Leggo of her hair, Elizabeth.” Long added. “Both of you, let’s have those hands overhead so we can reset in the middle of the ring.”
Blonde and brunette gave the other one last little tug, then released their hooks and did as the zebra bade. “Step back, chav.” Cromwell said softly. “Your stink is making my eyes wat--” Lizzie’s eyes narrowed to dark, hateful slots when Macy pitter-pattered two fingers against the Briton’s cheek as she cleared off.
“You’ve got lovely cheekbones.” Renquist purred. “I bet they’ll stand out even more after a few hard slaNNNGGGHH!”
The Young Lioness shot out both hands, snatched hold of Macy’s shoulder-straps and yanked her into a Kneelift that hit just above the Slappin’ Sensation’s navel! Ignoring Long’s disapproving shout, Cromwell stepped aside and yanked her rival into a chest-first collision with the top turnbuckle. Now it was Lizzie who crowded the corner, the brunette pumping a furious machine-gun burst of Kneelifts into the American’s butt and lower back. Hardly satisfied with a simple bludgeoning, she ground against Renquist’s six and slipped two fingers from each hand into opposite sides of Macy’s mouth.
“Show these idiots that lovely smile!” Cromwell sneered as she used the fishhooks to inflict an agonizing Chelsea Smile on the suffering blonde. “Go on, give them something pleasant to remember, something to blot out your sobs when the medics are loading you onto a stretchRRRRGGGGHHH!”
Renquist raised her left foot and stamped down on the toes of Lizzie’s left boot, the Beach Blaster working her heel back and forth like she was squashing a bug! Cromwell yowled in pain, but instead of abandoning her hooks she added a third finger and continued to wrench and tear! “All right, knock that shyt off!” Craig demanded, clearly infuriated by his charges’ obstinacy. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
Lizzie slipped the fishhooks free, flattened her hands into paddles and SLAPPED Macy’s cheeks as she backed away from the corner. Startled by the genuine animosity he sensed between the first time opponents, Long went to check on Renquist, then dove out of the way when the Beach Blaster exploded off the buckles with a Toe Kick aimed at the pit of Lizzie’s stom-NO!
Cromwell snatched the Yank’s foot in both hands and gave it a rough twist. “Don’t think these will stop me for long.” Lizzie gouged her thumbs against Macy’s wraps. I’ll get them off much sooner than you’d like. And once I do it’s only a matter of time before I snap your fragile little ankHHHRRRHHH!” Macy hunched over the exposed limb, grabbed a huge handful of Lizzie’s hair and yanked the Brit’s head close enough to a trio of hard slaps to the side of her face! “BYTCH!” Cromwell scrabbled for Renquist’s slappin’ wrist and found herself engaged in a furious bout of hand-fighting instead, neither wrestler willing to cede a hook once they’d secured it in their rival.
“Jeeze! Ladies, what the hell?” Long shouted to his seething charges. “Break it up and we’ll restart cle--”
Lizzie slipped a foot behind Macy’s plant leg and swept it out from underneath to take the blonde to the deck for the low, low price of a hank of her own hair. Barely noticing the jolt of pain in her scalp, Cromwell used her grip on Renquist’s foot to roll her onto her stomach and-- “AAAAAHHHH GAAAAAAAAAAHHH!” A loud shriek of pain from Macy when the Young Lioness hooked her around the ankle and tried to crank that foot right off!
ANKLE LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-gztkUKImk
“TAP OUT!” Cromwell screamed down at the suffering, struggling grappler. “TAP OUT OR IT’S BACK TO THE SHELF YOU--”
“NEVER!” Macy might’ve said it for her opponent, the referee or both, considering that Craig had dropped to one knee to check on the blonde.
Lizzie smirked, a predatory, vulpine expression. “That’s what you told Alves, isn’t it? I don’t expect it will work any better tonight.” Loosening her grip on the outside of her foe’s foot, Cromwell went back to work on the protective wraps. She made some progress, but not as much as she would’ve liked due to the American’s thrashing. “Hold still you mouthy little trollop or I swear I’ll hobble you right OOOOFFFHH!”
Lizzie’s dedication to stripping away Macy’s defenses actually weakened her own, as she and the crowd discovered when the Beach Blaster twisted over onto her back and drove the heel of her free foot into the pit of the brunette’s stomach! Cromwell doubled up but didn’t let go of Renquist’s foot even though the Ankle Lock lost all its efficacy when the blonde turned over. This tenacity didn’t seem to bother Renquist in the slightest, she simply kicked Lizzie a second time, then sat up, grabbed a handful of hair and wrenched the other wrestler’s head back at a sharp angle.
CRAAAAACK! was followed by a roar from the crowd as Macy Renquist connected with her first Bytch Slap in the better part of five months!
Lizzie’s legs shivered without giving way, but rather than tack on another swat the Slappin’ Sensation snatched a double handful of hair, braced her feet in the pit of her opponent’s stomach and tossed her over and down with an impromptu Monkey Flip. Macy somersaulted through to finish up in a seat on Cromwell’s tummy, the blonde bouncing in place a little harder than necessary to drive the air from her opponent’s lungs. Catching hold of the Englishwoman’s right hand when it flew toward her eyes, Renquist forced it to the mat and planted a knee atop that forearm to keep it pinned in place.
“NO!” Lizzie barked and held her left arm tight against her chest to prevent Macy from tugging it away. Macy did not, rather she pressed a palm to Cromwell’s forehead to keep her head in place while she delivered one, two, three more stinging slaps! She finished by catching Lizzie’s cheeks between thumb and forefinger so she could mash those elegant, patrician features into a humiliating fish-face.
“Don’t you dare threaten me, Lizzie.” Macy said coldly. “You do it again and I promise you’ll find out how that shelf feelSSOOOOWWW BYTCH!”
The Prep School Princess wrenched free of Renquist’s grasp, caught hold of her wrist and sank her teeth into the soft web of flesh between the blonde’s thumb and forefinger! No warning from Craig now, he simply began counting. “ONE…TWO… THREE… FOUR!
Cromwell and Renquist broke apart with a feline hiss, the freshly minted rivals tumbling in opposite directions for the first real separation since the match began. Blessedly free of the brunette’s talons, Macy smoothed down the edges of her ponytail and tightened the loose wrap on her right foot as best she could. As for Lizzie, she ran a hand through her hair, then worked her jaw and checked her face to ensure the blonde harlot hadn’t done any lasting damage.
“Are you sure Alves didn’t break your wrists too?” she sneered to Macy. “Those are the weakest slaps I’ve ever felt, and I’ve been in the ring with Shea London.”
Satisfied that she’d undone the worst of Lizzie’s work, Renquist got up and raised her hands. “Nice tuff talk, Liz. But I felt the warmth coming off your cheek after just a few shots. I bet there’ll be a legit heat shimmer over it by the time I’m finished.”
Cromwell huffed, rose to her full height and began to circle. “By the time you’re finished I’ll have ripped off that ponytail, stuffed those tacky little wraps in your mouth and relegated you to a full year of physical therapy out at the Madhouse.”
Macy, fresh off her first significant injury, was not amused by the threat. “Is that a fact, cutie?”
“Consider it gospel, harridan.”
Suddenly quite compelled to stretch Elizabeth Cromwell out flat on her face, the Slappin’ Sensation left her left hand overhead and waggled her fingers in the brunette’s direction. “Prove it then. Or are you just the fragile poseur the locker room says you are?”
The fine hairs on the nape of Lizzie’s neck stood on end at the sound of her opponent’s words. “You’re calling me fragile? That would be insulting if it wasn’t so laughable.”
Renquist turned the back of her raised hand toward Cromwell and flipped her the bird. “Don’t like it? Make me regret it.”
The challenge was barely out of her mouth when Elizabeth closed the distance and joined her palm to Macy’s with an audible CLAP. Both wrestlers clamped down at once, their nails digging away at the skin between her opponent’s knuckles. Renquist lifted her other hand to complete the Test and Cromwell did the sa-- Lizzie slapped[/I] her blonde across the mouth, not one of Macy’s scintillating Bytch Slaps, this was more the clipped, brisk effort of an aristocrat setting a wayward butler in line. It was meant to convey ‘know your place, bytch’ and that’s exactly what it did if the ‘oooooohhhhhh!’ of the crowd was any indication.
“Such is the order of things.” Cromwell explained as she drank in the ‘how could you?’ look on Macy’s face. “Now keep your hands steady, waif. I want this to at least appear competOOOOWWWWW!”
The Beach Blaster dropped her unoccupied hand not for an answering slap but a white-knuckled claw grip on the Brit’s left breast! Teeth bared in rage, the Young Lioness reared back for another slap, then decided against it when she caught a look from her adversary. Understanding that this tawdry tramp had simply changed the format on the back end of the Test, Lizzie nodded almost imperceptibly before she palmed Renquist’s right breast for an answering squeeeeeeeeeeeze. Mouth on shoulder with the blonde now, Cromwell poured on the pressure and hissed, “Did you think I would balk at such a challenge, whelp?” she dug her nails a little deeper. “I’ve mastered techniques crafted by Gaiman, Zarkova and Bly, where are your techniques from? Cocoa Beach? New Smyrneeeeerrrggggggghhhh!”
Macy bore down that much harder, then went up on tiptoe and bent Cromwell’s hand backward over her own wrist. “I’ve fought on beaches that would make you weep, princess.” Renquist nipped the Englishwoman’s ear, making Lizzie hiss. “Not that I NEED the sand to make you cry, as you’ll see soon--” THUMP! The Prep School Princess brought a foot up and down twice as fast in an effort to crush Macy’s bare toes. Alas, the blonde anticipated such a tactic and she pulled her foot out of the way with a heartbeat to spare. “Oh no, it looks like your hands are full!” Cromwell mocked Renquist as she tried to regain control of the Test. “Looks like you can’t slap NNNNGGGHH!”
Macy released the claw to paintbrush Lizzie’s cheek with a Bytch Slap, then went right back to that painful kneading. “Trust me, schoolgirl.” the former Lightweight Champ murmured. “I can always find a way to slap AAAAAAARRRRHHHHH!”
Lizzie abandoned her own jugg-work, pressed that palm to the side of Macy’s head and jabbed a thumb into her eye! Renquist tried to slap her way out of the painful predicament, but Cromwell’s encroaching arm effectively blocked her from one side and the aggressive gouging screwed with her depth perception so much it dialed her usually percussive palms down to ineffectual flailing. Taken by itself it was a remarkably sound strategy, however in a larger context it was a blatant violation of the rules, as Craig Long was quick to remind the Prep School Princess. “Off her eyes right now, Lizzie! ONE! TWO! THREE!”
Lizzie switched over to a double handful of hair, her aggressive yanking drawing Macy’s dangerous hands up to scrabble at the Briton’s wrists. Cromwell let the blonde do as she liked, it meant Renquist was otherwise occupied when she STAMPED on her foe’s bare feet one right after the other! Macy shrieked, hobbled backward, found herself doubled over by the handful of ha--“NNNNGGGGHH!”
A snappy European Uppercut found Macy’s chin and sent her drifting into the strands, the Beach Blaster hooking the top like a lifeline while her other hand went to her stinging eye. “Ropes.” she grunted to the official. “Back that bytch up, I’m in the--”
CRACK! Cromwell seared Renquist’s chest with a gaudy Knife-Edge Chop, then twisted around and angled both hands over her right shoulder to catch the American’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock. Ignoring Long’s nattering was proving quite difficult by now, yet Cromwell managed it just long enough to step forward and go down on one knee, which flipped the beleaguered blonde onto her butt with a Snapmare. Lizzie was on her at once, slipping her legs around the brunette’s waist and crossing her ankles to pour on the pressure with an extremely aggressive Bodyscissors.
“Feeling like you rushed back to the ring a little too soon, I gather?” Cromwell braced her palms against the canvas, lifted her butt up by a good six inches and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed the other wrestler’s midsection. “Or perhaps, in your obnoxious, unearned arrogance, you simply picked the wrong tarRRRGGHHH!”
Macy withdrew her defenses from Elizabeth’s vise-grip thighs to give the Englishwoman a bitter taste of her own hair-pulling medicine! “I think you’re just the right target, bytch.” she growled. “This place is going to lose it when I leave you tits-up in the middle of the rinGOOOOOOOOWWWWW F*CK!”
Never shy about displaying her catfighting bona fides, Lizzie relinquished the high ground so she could reach under Macy’s armpits to grab hold of her opponent’s breasts! “Tits-up?” she hissed in Renquist’s ear even as she groped and gouged that modest bounty. “I’m afraid the threat rings hollow coming from a woman who can’t proGRRRRRRHHHH!”
The Slappin’ Sensation buried a hand in Cromwell’s dark hair and pulled hard enough to wrench her head to the side at an ugly angle! “Can’t what?” Macy snarled. “Can’t make you scream? Can’t ruin you on this maAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”
Lizzie narrowed her focus to the blonde’s nipples with at least half a dozen savage stereo tweaks! “You’re no match for me, gimpy.” she rasped. “Be it wrestling or catfighting. Carpet, canvas or sand, I am your superior in all disciplines and venues and I will make you admit as such to the wor--” Cromwell’s threat caught in her throat when Renquist slipped her free (left) hand under the Scissors and clamped down on the Briton’s inner thigh, the L-shaped curve of her thumb and forefinger almost perfectly contoured to the edge of her opponent’s briefs.
The pain of their stalemate silenced both ladies so Craig used the opportunity to kneel beside the action. “Ladies, I’m going to need you to knock this catty crap off right now, understand? Don’t make me warn you ag--”
“Just ring the bloody bell if you’re not going to shut up, Long.” Lizzie hissed. “Because I’m not letting this piece of trash go until I hear NNNNGGGGHHH!”
Macy tightened her clamps, which caused Cromwell to redouble her own titty-twisting efforts. “We’re working some things out here.” Renquist’s tone was equally strained, though she managed at least a veneer of civility. “If you want us apart, you’ll have to do it yourseOOOOWWWHEEYHHRRRRGGGGHH!” The Boarding School Princess abandoned her hold on the American’s chest in favor of a double handful of that long, sleek ponytail. But no simple tug this, Cromwell wrapped it around Macy’s neck and thus transformed it from a mere hairstyle to a flaxen garrote!
“Last warning, Cromwell!” Craig barked. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
Elizabeth didn’t let go and Macy didn’t get free, yet the ref’s count stopped nevertheless. The voice in his earpiece told him in no uncertain terms that the match would continue barring threat of debilitating injury, and that if Craig wanted the hold broken he needed to get in there and break it up himself. Grimacing at the prospect, (he’d passed on long sleeves tonight and now regretted it deeply) Long took a deep breath and dropped to one knee just as Lizzie released her trap. This wasn’t in answer to the zebra’s demand, instead she took advantage of Renquist’s bug-eyed gasping to rip off the hair-tie holding the blonde’s ponytail together. “Tell this drooling idiot that you quit, slattern.” the Briton cooed as she mussed Macy’s hair, then tried to remove it by the handful. “Tell him you’d like to go back to the Coconut Circuit to fatten up on some more bikini meat before you climb back into the ring with a real AAAARRRRHHHHHH YOU BLOODY TRAMP!”
Renquist pulled her forces from all other fronts in favor of snatching hold of her tormentor’s wrists. Rather than try to remove the Young Lioness’ claws, the Beach Blaster unsheathed her own and gouged them deep into the soft flesh on the underside of Cromwell’s wrists! Shrieking as the attack on those pressure points made her tingle from elbow to fingertips, Lizzie kept at the hair-pull as long as she could but eventually the pain overwhelmed her grip and Macy tossed her hands aside. Didn’t mean the Slappin’ Sensation was out of trouble though, Cromwell still had a Bodyscissors cinched on nice and tight and she reminded Renquist of this fact by bearing down with everything she--
“NNGGHH!” Macy snapped her head backward to catch the brunette on the point of the chin! The Headbutt didn’t break the Scissors, but they loosened enough for Macy to sit up and turn around, the American now on her knees with Lizzie’s legs snugged around her hips. “Vuuhh… vulgar bytch.” Cromwell grumbled. “You fight like a pig slopping around in--” CRACK-CRACK-CRAAAAAACK!
Macy grabbed Lizzie’s right shoulder to hold her steady, flattened her own right hand into a paddle and clouted Cromwell’s cheek once, twice, three times! Nodding in satisfaction at the wide-eyed shock on her foe’s face, Renquist took the brunette’s chin between thumb and forefinger and turned her head this way and that to best inspect the growing welt. “How’d that taste, princess? Wait, can you taste anything or did I slap it somewhere into the lower decKOOOOOWWW DAMMIT!”
Lizzie snatched the blonde’s slappin’ hand and tugged it from her chin so she could chomp down on the other wrestler’s fingers! Macy answered by raking Cromwell from shoulder to chest, then delivering another hard slap to the Englishwoman’s face. That shot broke the bite and the Scissors, however Renquist didn’t get a chance to disengage properly because Elizabeth drew a knee up to her chest so she could plant that foot against Macy’s sternum. Just like that she pushed off with all her might, the half Mule Kick sending the blonde sprawling in one direction while Cromwell flopped onto her stomach and crawled in the other.
The separation seemed to drain both women, as the furious scrambling that’d marked the last several minutes was nowhere to be seen as they began tending to their various aches and pains. Rolling to her back so she could lean against the bottom rope, Elizabeth Cromwell put a hand to her face, chest and tummy and winced each time she touched one of the welts raised by the blonde’s hateful hands. As for Macy, she sat up, ran a hand through her hair and winced like every bit of her scalp was on fire. That burn must’ve extended to her chest as well because even the slightest press of a protective forearm was enough to make the former Lightweight Champion grit her teeth in anguish.
“Nasty bytch,” Renquist muttered to herself as she undid a few lengths of the tape she had around her right wrist. Doing so exposed the extra hair tie she kept stashed for just such an occasion and shortly thereafter she was sweeping her locks back into something far more manageab--
“Don’t even bother, tramp.” Cromwell called from her side of the squared circle. “Tying your hair back only makes it easier to pull. And next time I get my hands on you I’m going to--” Surprise from Lizzie and a cheer from the FAWNatics when Macy shot the hair-tie across the ring to bounce it off the Englishwoman’s forehead!
“Only thing you’re getting your hands on is a tub of consolation ice cream, Liz. Oh, and you can keep that. Might prove useful in taming that drain clog you call hair.”
Elizabeth tossed the discarded tie away and returned to verticality without ever taking her eyes off the Slappin’ Sensation. “I am your superior in every aspect, Macy Renquist.” she explained softly. “There is not an arena you can name be it mental, social, or physical, where I cannot out-duel you with even the slightest bit of effort.”
Macy rose as well, she wasn’t about to let the brunette look down on her in any respect. “I name this arena, Elizabeth Cromwell. I name this ring. Because as of now it belongs to me. If you think you can take it, you’re more than welcome to try.”
Cromwell worked her jaw in such a way that recalled the burn of an earlier slap. This didn’t bother her in the slightest, in fact it brought a predatory smile to her lips. “Challenge accepted, harlot. I will rip these things from your grasp and humble you in the proc--”
Macy stormed across the canvas, threw an arm around the back of her opponent’s neck and wrenched her down into a tight Side Headlock to secure the first actual ‘wrestling’ hold almost fifteen minutes after the opening bell. Eager to make up for lost time, Renquist ground her foe’s noggin between bicep and hip, then halved her grip so she could return some of the earlier hair-pulling with eye-watering interest!
Lizzie bellowed with hate as Macy worked her will, but she made no effort to draw the ref’s attention to the infraction. Instead she SLAPPED Renquist’s left hip and flank several times before settling into a Belly Claw made all the more painful by jamming the tip of her index finger into the blonde’s navel. Macy shook her head ‘no’, put even more pressure on the Headlock and was delighted to hear the Young Lioness mewl in pain. “That all you got, princeSOOWWW!”
Lizzie bit down on the side of her attacker’s forearm, twisted loose of the Headlock and promptly wrenched Macy’s right arm up between her shoulders with a painful Hammerlock. “When it comes to trash like you, I’ll always have more, luv.” Cromwell chirped in Renquist’s ear just before thum-thum-THUMPED a series of quick, spiteful Kneelifts into the American’s squirming rump.
Macy grimaced with each impact, the force behind them putting her up on tiptoe to dull even a little bit of the-- “AAAAAHH NO BITING!” the Beach Blaster wailed aloud when Elizabeth pressed in against the left side of her neck and dug in like she hadn’t eaten in a week! Keeping at it until she felt Long hurrying over to break up her fun, the Prep School Princess kissed the welt, then teased, “What’s the matter, my little beachy bad-ass? Have you already enouHHRRGH!”
Macy could’ve wrestled her way out of the predicament if she’d really wanted to, so that she chose to CRAAACK her free hand against the Briton’s left ear instead spoke volumes about her mood. Spinning behind Cromwell the instant her wrist was free, Renquist threaded her arms under Lizzie’s biceps, then laced her hands across the back of the other wrestler’s skull. Or rather, she snatched a massive double handful of hair and yanked Cromwell’s head back and forth almost half a dozen times before she craaaanked forward on the Full Nelson.
“So you like to bite, huh?” Macy’s voice was pure fury as she worked to avoid the brunette’s flailing hands. “What a coincidence, I do too!”
“Drrrhhh… don’t you f*cking dare you disgusting AAAAAARRRHHHH!”
But Renquist did dare, as Lizzie discovered when the blonde leaned in to gnaw on the nape of her neck! “I wish we were doing this on the beach.” the Slappin’ Sensation chided after she’d finished her snack. “On a clear day I bet they could hear you screaming five miles awHHHRRRHH!”
Lizzie didn’t much care for the growing numbness in her fingertips so she raised her right foot and brutally raaaaaaaaaked the heel of that boot down Renquist’s bare shin! Grinning like a lunatic as she felt the American’s grip loosening, Cromwell ground Macy’s toes for good measure, then powered her arms directly overhead and dropped to a seat. The abrupt descent cost her several strands of hair, though Lizzie considered it a bargain to be free of the Full Nelson. Rolling onto her back as soon as she hit the mat, the Prep School Princess kicked her legs up and hooked them under Renquist’s armpits, as the blonde had instinctually bent down to retreat her escaping adversary. In that same breath Cromwell caught hold of Macy’s calves and popped her hips to bundle the Beach Blaster onto her shoulders with an impromptu Victory Roll!
Delighted by the opportunity to count an actual pin, Craig Long dove down beside his charges and slapped off…
ONE…
TWO…
THR--“OOOOWWWW!”
Lizzie released Macy’s legs which let the blonde get a shoulder off the mat, unfortunately for the former Lightweight Champion it also meant Cromwell was free to drag her talons across Renquist’s eyes! “Premonition fulfilled!” Lizzie cackled as she scrambled to verticality. “Shrieking at my feet, right where you BELONG!” Cromwell leapt, drew her knees to chest level and stomped down on the pit of Macy’s stomach with every bit of her weight!
Macy sat bolt upright as the air exploded from her lungs but she almost certainly would’ve collapsed in a retching heap if Elizabeth hadn’t forced her to stand via a greedy handful of shoulder-straps.
“Let me show you how to properly stretch a neck, amateur.” the Young Lioness hissed in the midst of threading her fingers over the back of Macy’s skull. Twisting that grip to one side transformed the Facelock into a Cravate, an adjustment that ensured Renquist could do nothing besides follow along in Cromwell’s wake when the Briton broke into a run. Said run lasted through three loping strides before Lizzie laid out and landed on her back to THAWHAM Renquist down flat on her face, chest and belly as victim of a Cravate Cutter!
CRAVATE CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m8WyzkbaLXo
Stretched out facedown in the wake of the vile descent, Macy could manage little more than a dispirited groan when Cromwell shoved her onto her back and climbed aboard in a Schoolgirl Pin. Bearing down on the squirming seat with all her weight, Lizzie locked eyes with Macy and mouthed out a silent count that matched Craig’s tally of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Slappin’ Sensation set both feet flat and popped her hips as hard as she could to pitch the Briton forward onto her hands and knees with half a second to spare! Lizzie pounded a frustrated fist against the mat but was up in a trice, much quicker than her adversary who had only made it to all fours. The height discrepancy didn’t bother Cromwell at all, she simply positioned herself on the American’s left side and wrapped a few hanks of Renquist’s hair around her right hand. “Everyone here knows you’re trash, why not go ahead and admit it, luv?” Lizzie wrenched Macy’s head back and used her free hand to swat and taunt the penitent lightweight’s face.
Macy did no such thing of course, instead she chose to rear back on her knees so she could pound the point of her left elbow into the brunette’s tummy. “You’re the only trash in this ring, Liz.” she growled. “And burning you up is sure to improve the vieNGHHHRRRGGGHH!”
The Young Lioness scraped her boot-laces down the side of Renquist’s face, then set her right shin across the nape of her prey’s neck and dropped down with all her weight! The descent wasn’t as lengthy as some, but there was still an audible skull-on-canvas THWHONK that brought a malicious smile to the Briton’s face. Bulling Macy onto her back so she could slide into an aggressive pin, Cromwell hooked the far leg tight and nodded in time to the count of…
KNEE DROP BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=36CHTc9z7OA
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Beach Blaster shoved Lizzie away with half a second to spare to earn a loud cheer that got all the more raucous when she SLAPPED the brunette’s face while she was still stretched out flat! Everyone loved it save Lizzie, who grabbed her attacker’s slappin’ (right) wrist and promptly beat that hand on the deck more than half a dozen times. “Sullen brat!” Cromwell hissed to the blonde as she forced the both of them to return to boot-leather. “You will learn to respect your betters, even if you have to endure my worst in the--”
She would’ve said ‘process’ if Macy hadn’t reared back for another face-numbing Bytch Slap. Renquist’s wind-up was quick, alas Lizzie’s was a little quicker, the Prep School Princess filling her other hand with Macy’s hair an instant before she snapped to one knee and snapped the blonde’s back over the post of her left thigh. Macy bounced off and rolled away, at least as far as the punishing grip on her hair would allow.
HAIR-PULL BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kp1ONO6OOGA
“No escape, brat!” Cromwell cackled over the jeers of those assembled. “No escape from the clutches of your betters!” Doubling down on the hair-hold to reel Renquist in close, Lizzie yanked Macy from all fours to a stooped parody of verticality, then leapt up and dropped to her butt to THWHAM the Slappin’ Sensation down courtesy of a Sit-Out Facebuster! The blonde tumbled over and Lizzie hooked the far leg at once in a cradle so tight it put Macy’s toes on the canvas north of her head while also pointing her rump at the lights. Craig swooped in, checked Renquist’s shoulders and slapped the mat…
SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZRN-L8dhMzg
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Surprise and fury from Lizzie in equal measure as Macy twisted free of the cover with a whisper to spare! “Oafish lout!” she barked to Craig. “She’s finished! Why do you insist on extending my time in front of this rabble?”
Long opened his mouth to respond, but Cromwell dismissed by returning her ire to the suffering blonde. Cupping her foe’s ears, Lizzie dragged Macy upright, then switched over to a Chinlock so she twist the rivals into a back-to-back arrangement, one made all the more painful for Renquist because the back of her neck was stretched against the Englishwoman’s left shoulder. Fingers laced tight, Cromwell dipped her knees and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaned forward to hoist Macy of her feet by a good six inches! “GIVE UP!” Lizzie demanded over the Renquist’s pained wailing. “YOU’RE NO MATCH FOR ME, SO STOP WASTING MY NGH! NGH! NGH!”
The Slappin’ Sensation grabbed hold of her tormentor’s wrists for a little extra leverage which allowed her to whip her right leg forward and then back so that the ball of her heel smashed into the meat of Lizzie’s right thigh. Cromwell cringed, stumbled a bit, but managed another follicle-straining yank before Renquist drilled that same heel into the pit of the Englishwoman’s knee.
“Damn you!” The Young Lioness’ noose slipped enough to return Macy to terra firma, though Cromwell doggedly refused to release her grip on the other woman’s hair. Quick to steady her footing now that the Beach Blaster wasn’t kicking the crap out of her leg, Lizzie slammed the slim curve of her glutes into Macy’s lower back once, twice, three times, all while still tugging and tearing at her hair. “And now, you sandy little whelp,” she hissed, “now you learn your place!” Cromwell sank into a deep crouch, thus empowering her reserves when she YANKED Renquist loose from her moorings for--
‘Ooooooooohhhhh!’ from those assembled as Macy pushed off with all her might and barreled up the slope of Lizzie’s back to land directly in front of the startled brunette! Eyes wide in the wake of this abrupt reversal, Cromwell instinctually freed one hand from the blonde’s tresses to rear back for the biggest Bytch Slap she’d thrown in quite some--
SPINNING BACKFIST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5MKtqmp5yVU
“NNNNGGGHHH!” Macy whipped ‘round on the spot and flicked out her right hand to PWAAAK Lizzie on the cheek with a massive Spinning Backfist! Cromwell’s grip on the American’s hair actually kept her upright, though she found herself swaying in place when Renquist finally twisted free. “Muuuhh… miserable guttersnipe.” Elizabeth shaped her left hand into a talon in anticipation of drawing it across the blonde’s hateful eyes. “LEARN YOUR PLARRRGGGGGGHHH!”
HIGH KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PjaFUcQI9Y
Renquist planted on her left heel, pivoted into the onrushing catfighter and whipped the point of her right knee up into Cromwell’s chin! Lizzie swooned ‘round in a half circle, the Prep School Princess lurching away from the conflict in search of some respite in the ropes. Unfortunately in doing so she offered her back to the blonde, a target that proved far too enticing for Macy to ignore. Catching Lizzie in a Waistlock in barely a step or two, the Beach Blaster dropped down low and popped her hips to take Cromwell up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders via a huge German Suplex!
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YFQdI1uAhPo
Macy released her grasp on impact, Lizzie rolled through to her feet and actually backpedaled into the ropes she’d sought, albeit on the opposite side of the ring. Everyone thought the Briton would hold on for dear life so they were genuinely surprised when Cromwell exploded off the ropes and threw a Lariat at her rival’s throNOOOOOOOO! Already charging the tenacious brunette, Macy hooked that extended left arm, dipped underneath and sprang up perpendicular to Lizzie’s shoulders to scissor her legs around the other wrestler’s right arm. The FAWNatics thought ‘Crucifix’ for approximately half a heartbeat before Renquist released the left arm and swung into position for a Sunset Fl-- Macy clamped her thighs around Lizzie’s head and flipped through into a seat that brought the Young Lioness THWHUNKING down on the crown of her skull!
CREATURE FROM THE BLUE LAGOON...OUTTA NOWHERE!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FOZFZboqdY
Dragged down to the frigid depths by the Creature From The Blue Lagoon, Cromwell somehow somersaulted through the landing to end up on her feet though she looked much the worse for wear. Set on one knee before the woozy warrior, Macy caught hold of the Englishwoman’s boots and swept her legs out from underneath, all the better to pin them over her head in a snug Matchbook. But even that wasn’t assurance enough for the Beach Blaster because she stepped forward and dropped to all fours so that she was seated atop Lizzie’s upturned haunches while Craig and the crowd counted off…
ALLIGATOR CLUTCH @ 00:03
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uc1CzcZvhDA
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The Slappin’ Sensation slid out of her mount at the sound of the bell, an exhausted Macy smiling at the camera and mouthing, ’Listen to this!’
As if on cue, the Announcer exclaimed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… MACY RENQUIST!”
Delighted (and secretly relieved) to hear her name echoing through the rafters again, Macy stood up and offered her hand to Craig, who raised it to a thunderous reaction from the Red, White & Bruised crowd. “Go on,” the ref swatted her on the shoulder. “Take your lap, you’ve earned it.”
Renquist mulled it over for a moment, shook her head ‘no’. “I think all this excitement might have tweaked my ankle.”
“Oh jeeze, do you need me to get the medics out here?”
“No, I can walk it off.” Macy glanced to Lizzie and smiled. “I just need to sit for a second.”
Long sighed, rolled his eyes. “Don’t take it too far, alright?”
“Who, me?”
The Beach Blaster skipped over to the prone brunette, got another loud roar when she planted a foot on either side of Cromwell’s noggin. Hands on her thighs, she sank to her knees, the blonde settling into a comfortable seat on Lizzie’s chest that saw the fork of her crotch pressed snug to Cromwell’s chin.
The press of Renquist’s weight caused Lizzie’s eyes to flutter, then narrow to hateful slits when she realized her position. Meeting the Briton’s glare with a hard, knowing smile, Macy asked, “Anything to say now, princess?”
Cromwell offered no words, but her eyes spoke furious, vengeful volumes. After several seconds she whispered, “Do your worst, slut. I’m not finished with--”
Renquist reached down and tapped the tip of her rival’s nose with an index finger just because she could. “Not finished with you either, Liz.” she answered. “You threatened me with injury, I’ll make you regret it.”
Lizzie bared her teeth in hateful defiance. “Do your worst.”
“You first. I’ll take it, then slap that bytchy look right off your face.”
“Get fucNNGGGHH!”
Macy pressed a palm to Lizzie’s cheek and forced her head to one side while simultaneously pushing to her feet. Dismissing the brunette with a swiftness that made Cromwell’s blood boil, Macy raised her arms in a jaunty ‘V’ and treated herself to a strutting lap around the Young Lioness. Pausing after she’d slipped through the ropes, Renquist looked over one shoulder, blew Lizzie a kiss, then hopped off the apron and started up the aisle while Cromwell stayed behind to plot the beginnings of a truly malicious revenge.