Post by hawkeye on Apr 11, 2022 2:20:53 GMT
Standing silent and somber in the middle of the ring, the Announcer raised his microphone and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following conte-- conflict, is not sanctioned by Bethany Christian, Anciline de Cyr or Edward Wayne Thomas. The result will not be recognized in any official capacity and will not be used in future consideration for any potential title matches. There will be no disqualifications or count outs, while pin-falls and submissions can take place anywhere in the building. With that said, if you please turn your attention to the FAWN'tron, we'll go live to the Frostproof Sport-a-torium.” The crowd did as bade just as the March to War logo faded out to reveal a dingy curtain hanging in the shadows at the far end of the ramshackle old building. The view, such as it was, suggested the place wouldn't have functioning windows let alone a sound system, yet it wasn't long before hidden speakers coughed to life with 'Do Your Worst'. The curtain twitched aside and Lyssa Zahn stepped into view, her arrival prompting the Announcer into action.
“Introducing first, hailing from Fox River, New York... she stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and thirty pounds. She’s the Pintrest Pin-Up, the TikTok Terror and the Black Hat extraordinaire, this is LYSSA ZAHN!”
LYSSA ZAHN:
With no crowd to play to save for those on the other side of the single camera, Lyssa stomped on by and headed straight for the squared circle. Since tonight was a special occasion, both the last match in the old Sport-a-torium and the last time she'd ever dirty her hands with Elise Winterrest, the Tweet Storm-Trooper chose a new version of the attire she'd favored as of late. Rather than pink, this two-piece was dark red, the top with thin, white shoulder-straps set at a slight angle, and a fine mesh ‘plate’ over the clavicle, rising into a collar. The bottom rim of this piece and the neckline of the bikini top worked to create almost a heart-shaped ‘cleavage window.’ Matching bottoms with white trim, white wristbands and pads, and red boots completed the look. Another new addition for the evening, Zahn had emblazoned her social media handle (identical across no less than six platforms) across the seat of her trunks and #RIP_U_POS down the back of each boot.
Picking up her pace to reach the spotlight that illuminated the ring, Zahn stomped up the steel steps, hopped over the ropes and took her place in the center. Back in Orlando she would've focused her attention on the hard camera, but since there was only the one cameraman, she spread her arms wide and called out to the looming dark, “I'm right here, bitch! Come and get me if you've got the fucking guts!”
Her challenge brought no sign of Elise, but it did call forth Merle the referee, who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else tonight. “Hey Lyssa, you mind if I check your pads and boots?”
“You know you don't have to, right?” she asked. “That's what the whole point of not sanctioning this beatdown.”
“I know, but Bethany wanted to make sure you two didn't try to shiv each other on live TV, ya know?”
Zahn rolled her eyes, but offered her arms to the zebra. “She should've sent more refs.”
“I know!” Merle almost wailed. “I told her we should have at least three of us out here but--”
The speakers, which had faded into silence shortly after Merle's arrival, obliterated the near silence with the opening to 'Out of the Black'. Lyssa, Merle and the cameraman all turned their attention to the curtain, but several seconds went by with no sign of the Icy Manipulator. “Manipulative bitch.” Zahn muttered. “She's gonna make me hunt her do--” An echoing BOOOOM from the other side of the building spun Lyssa on her heel, thus ensuring she had a great view of her nemesis as she strode through the double doors.
ELISE WINTERREST:
Once he had a bead on the other brunette, the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Belasco Maine, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-three pounds, she is the First Degree Femme Fatale and the reigning and defending Queen of the Madhouse! They call her MISS MURDER, she is ELISE WINTERREST!”
Smiling at the sound of the doors shutting behind her, Elise took a step toward the ring, then paused, raised a finger and hoisted a heavy length of chain in her other hand. “Oh don't worry, sweet girl.” Winterrest smiled when she saw the expression of concerned hate on Lyssa's face. “This is merely to keep you from escaping.” True to her word, Elise turned around and looped the chain through the handles of both doors before securing it in place with a padlock. “You see? I don't need a chain to ruin you, Zahn. I'll do it with my bare hands.”
“I'm right here, beeyotch.” Lyssa snapped. “Come and fucking get it.”
Winterrest's dark eyes narrowed but she made no effort to rush the ring, indeed she was an infuriating vision of icy calm in her fog gray ‘JUSTIFIABLE?’ tank-top, a fine example of sartorial viciousness that offered up an exquisite view of her lycra-sheathed midsection as well as her matching black elbow and knee pads and gleaming black boots that ended an inch south of her knee.
With Zahn's most obvious route of cowardly egress thus removed, Elise started toward the ring and the spineless keyboard commando that waited therein. Utterly unfazed by the gloom of the old venue, Winterrest seemed to disappear from view only to emerge at a different spot much closer to the squared circle before she finally reached the steps. Once she'd ascended to the apron, Elise took the bottom edge of her shirt in both hands and peeled it overhead to fully reveal the black halter style one-piece with its four bright red slashes across the front. Flinging the garment over one shoulder without so much as a glance, Winterrest dipped through the ropes, strode to the center and made a show of tracing her fingertips along the lengths of those crimson cuts.
“You're going to bleed tonight, Melissa.” Elise murmured. “Quickly and copiously, I'm afraid.”
“Maybe I will.” Zahn conceded. “But you'll bleed more, honey. That's a fucking promise.”
Elise merely snorted and made her way to the opposite corner, thus forcing poor Merle to follow along to make sure she hadn't brought something even more dangerous than the chain. Once that was done the official returned to the center of the ring and started to call for the Timekeeper before he remembered that not only was there no Timekeeper, there was no ring bell. Save for his charges and a lone cameraman, the Frostproof Sport-a-torium was deserted.
“Any time now, idiot.” Elise called with obvious disdain. “Zahn may be familiar with such squalid surroundings, but I'd much prefer--”
CLANG!
Winterrest frowned but Merle almost jumped out of his skin as the sound echoed through the cavernous space.
“Jesus, ease off the caffeine maybe?” Lyssa suggested to the official as she tapped a thumb against her phone to produce another round of the distinctive clamor. Eyes on Winterrest, Zahn strode out to the middle and handed the gadget off for safe keeping. “That official enough for you, Elsie?”she chided. “Or do you have another excuse to stay glued to your corner?”
Miss Murder snorted, pushed off the buckles and went straight for the other brunette, her every step raising a god-awful creeeeeaaaak from the dilapidated ring. “I should've known the Queen's Chambers were far too dignified for the likes of you.” she sneered. “But the fact that you've chosen such an obsolete ruin as the site of your last stand tells me you're not totally oblivious to your circumstanHNNNGGGGHHH!”
Lyssa lunged in low, jammed a shoulder into the other brunette's midriff and swept her legs out from underneath to dump Winterrest to the dusty canvas! Zahn didn't bother with a proper mount, she simply snatched a handful of hair and yanked Elise's head up so there was less distance between it and the punches she hammered into her rival's hairline. Such closed-fist bludgeoning would've earned a prompt warning in any sanctioned match in the FAWN Arena, but this match wasn't so much sanctioned as it was tolerated, and this was most certainly not the FAWN Arena.
“Go on, keep running that mouth!” Zahn huffed as she tried to punch through or around the hasty guard Winterrest mustered. “You think a few teeth and a couple pints of blood will bother the demolition crews? They'll sell that shit to your fans, assuming you have any willing to go pubHHRRRGGHH!”
Elise kicked her legs up, threaded them around Lyssa's waist and squeezed hard enough to grind the other wrestler's ribs! Snatching a double handful of hair when Zahn turned her attention to those crushing stems, Winterrest yanked Lyssa's head forward while simultaneously twisting her hips to reverse their positions neat as you please. “You still think this is some sort of lurid popularity contest?” the First Degree Femme Fatale hissed as she BWUNKED the back of Lyssa's skull against the mat. Beneath each low thud was a dry, crunching sound Merle didn't like in the slightest, but no one else seemed to notice, least of all the fuming brunettes. “This isn't about likes, re-tweets and up-votes, Melissa! This is about you learning there is a high cost for sticking your nose in my businessSSOOOW YOU BITCH!”
Pounding at Winterrest's thighs proved far too ineffective for Lyssa's liking so she hooked her hands into talons and raked them down the front of her foe's one-piece before clamping down on Elise's chest with white-knuckle ferocity! “You're still pissed about that?” she sneered through clenched teeth. “Baby, you'd have lost that fight whether I was there to escort you for the Walk of Shame or not. And if you don't stop thinking about Raven you'll never beat MEEEHUURRGGHH!”
Elise let loose of her foe's hair, then slipped her thumbs into the corners of Zahn's mouth and pushed like she meant to peel the Social Media Superstar's face clean off! “I TOOK THE MADHOUSE FROM HER!” Winterrest bellowed down at the gurgling grappler. “I KEPT IT FROM YOU WITHOUT BREAKING A SWEAT! I'M BETTER THAN BOTH OF YOOOHAAAARRRRGGH!”
Lyssa couldn't answer with words, so she let loose of Elise's rack, 'smecked' both palms against the sides of Winterrest's skull and jabbed her thumbs into Miss Murder's eyes! Elise pulled her head back, trying to draw clear of Zahn's reach, but Lyssa kept at it and soon they broke away from one another, both women sputtering and cursing as they checked on the damage done so far.
“Let's keep hands away from faces, ok ladies?” Merle tried to convey as much authority as possible, a difficult task considering the poor dope was jumping at shadows looming around the old ring. “I know you don't like each other but--”
“Loathe each other, Merle.” Zahn interrupted. “We fucking LOATHE each other. Now shut up and keep out of our way.”
“For once Melissa, you and I are in perfect agreement.” Elise muttered as she returned to verticality. “Such unexpected synchronicity will make an interesting footnote for the last match of your otherwise unremarkable ca--”
“I'm going to sit on your nasty face tonight.” Lyssa promised in a cold, flat tone. “Don't care if it's nothing but a collage of bruises and blood when I do, I'm sitting on your face and you're going to beg me to let you go.”
The Icy Manipulator shook her head in a gesture that was equal parts pitying and contemptuous. “Your innate ability to spin a narrative would be remarkable if it wasn't so self-serving. You're nothing, Melissa. A pale, vacuous, wanna-be villainess so PATHETICALLY desperate for the love of people you supposedly despise that you'll insert yourself into any unwinnable situation in the hopes of proving yourself something better than a meme on two legs.” The corners of Winterrest's mouth curved up in a malicious smile as she watched Zahn grit her teeth against the verbal barrage. “The truth, sweet Melissa? You're a terrible bad girl. You have no idea how to be the good girl. SAD girl is your only natural role and it is one you will play to perfection before the night is ov--”
“Shut your mouth, Elise.” Zahn interrupted in a whisper that seemed to roar through the confines of the dilapidated building.
“Much harder to face the truth when you can't simply hit 'block', isn't it, sweetness?” Elise purred. “You want my silence? You'll have to earn--”
Lyssa did just that, leaping across the canvas and directly into a vicious Toe Kick that would've skewered the center of her trunks if she hadn't caught the other brunette's ankle in both hands. Under normal circumstances such a counter would've merited much trash talking from the Insta-gator, tonight she simply whipped Elise's captured leg aside with enough force to spin her opponent in an awkward circle. CRAAACK! Zahn lashed out and smote Elise's cheek with a Bitch Slap that made made Merle put a sympathetic hand to his own face.
“Last warning, bitch.” she growled to the other brunette. “Keep your mouth shut or--”
Gasps from the referee in attendance and the audience watching from a distance when Elise stepped forward and almost casually spit in Zahn's face. “I had to wipe your spit off my fingers at All Hallows Evil.” Miss Murder explained to her incredulous rival as she backed away with her arms spread wide. “Seems only fair that you should do the sa--”
The Tik-Tok Terror let out an inarticulate scream of rage and hurled herself at the retreating battler. Her fingers were inches from Winterrest's smirking face when it seemed to vanish from view, Elise dipping low and kicking out her legs to tangle her attacker's ankles. A single twitch from Winterrest's stems sent Zahn pitching forward, the aggressive battler unable to get her hands into place before she twanged throat-first against the middle rope!
Lyssa pulled away like the cable was scalding hot, though Merle noticed that the rubber-coated steel showed noticeable sag in the aftermath of that nasty collision, yet another reason for him to dislike tonight's battleground. Elise however seemed overjoyed with this latest turn, indeed she was all smiles (albeit a hateful, brittle example thereof) when she buried her hands in Zahn's dark locks and dragged her back to the edge of the ring. “So much sound and fury, so little actual violence!” Elise sneered as she settled into a heavy seat atop the small of her rival's back. “That changes now, Melissa. In fact, here and now I'm making it my goal to hear everyone in the FAWN Arena cheering your name, even if it's when you're being loaded into an ambulance!”
On that charming note Winterrest grabbed the sagging middle rope in both hands and drew it tight against the New Yorker's neck! Lyssa didn't waste a single heartbeat trying to call for a break, she just curled her fingers into hooks and raked Elise's forearms with every intention of drawing blood! Miss Murder bared her teeth, slipped the garrote up a little higher and pulled back to wrench Zahn's head at an awkward angle. “Try pounding the mat with one foot.” she teased the gagging battler. “They might take it up, if you can keep the beat simpRRRGGHHH!”
Lyssa reached up, grabbed hold of Elise's hair and pulled hard enough to make her eyes water. “Fuhggen bidge.” she rasped. “Leggo huv mee hor Ay'll AAARRHH!” Hair pull be damned, Winterrest sacrificed several strands so she could lean in and chomp down on her rival's forehead!
Merle cringed, started to issue a warning and realized there were no warnings in a match like this. Instead he asked, “Do you give up, Lyssa?” “I can't get her off unless you--” “NO!” Zahn's insensate shriek sharpened into something far more cogent. “NO, I DON'T SUBOOOOWWW GAAAAWWD!”
Elise gnawed that much harder and was shortly thereafter rewarded with a taste like a mouthful of hot pennies. Her smile made all the more frightening by the blood trailing down her chin, Elise wiped herself off, then blotted those smeared fingers against the back of Zahn's skull. “Look at you, bleeding like a good little babyface. You know what you need to get this new attitude over? A catchy sobriquet. Alliteration would suggest something like 'Luscious', but I believe Dream still holds claim there, wherever she may be. Might I suggest 'Sensational' instead? No one's using it these days and it still carries enough good will that a poseur like you might get some use out of--”
Abrupt silence from Winterrest when Lyssa let out choked growl and fought to one knee! While this shift didn't free her from Elise's grasping claws, it allowed Zahn to dig in with some claws of her own, the Social Media Superstar earning a hiss from her adversary when she gouged her nails into the backs of Elise's thighs. “Is that a whimper I heard. bitch?” Lyssa huffed as she struggled to verticality with Winterrest strapped to her back. “Shit, you're really going to scream when HUUURGGHH!”
The Icy Manipulator kicked her legs forward, crossed her ankles and squeeeeeeeeeezed until Zahn groaned with the strain. “I'll scream when what?” Elise purred in the other brunette's ear. “When they take you away in a basket? When you take to 'the 'Gram' later tonight to announce your retirement from professional wrestling? When I hear your ribs begin to give way? Enlighten me, Melissa. WHEN will I screaWHOOAAAAHHRRRGGHHHH!”
Knowing that neither the ropes or the corners could break the other woman's grip, Lyssa Zahn rushed forward, twisted around and hurled the both of 'em through the gap between the top and middle strands! Their descent was short but exceedingly painful as Lyssa's effort to spin around mid-fall barely reached the halfway point, thus ensuring that the brunettes THUMPED down hard on their right shoulder and hip!
The old hardwood floors of the Sport-a-torium were sheathed in the standard blue pads used for other FAWN matches, but to Merle it looked like they were held together with half a dozen rolls of duct tape so he wasn't surprised when Zahn and Winterrest broke away and tumbled in opposite directions. One arm pressed tight against her ribs, Lyssa took several deep breaths while carefully checking on the ragged cut Elise had opened over her right eye. Disgusted to realize she could still feel surprise over any of Winterrest's sadistic tactics, Zahn blotted away as much of the red as she could manage, then wiped it off on a stretch of the ancient mat. “Next taste comes from her.” she hissed under her breath. “That's a promise.”
A short distance away, Elise sat up and massaged the meat of her right thigh, which had been painfully smashed between the floor and the troll's idiotic bulk. “I know you're not foolish enough to attempt some sort of live update in our current circumstances.” she sneered to Zahn. “For one, the Wifi signal in this vicinity is truly abysmal. And you haven't lost enough blood to start hallucinating, not yet anyway.” Miss Murder paused as a nasty smile crept across her face. “Wait, you're not praying, are you Melissa? Certainly any higher power worth its salt wouldn't give a damn about the lamentations of trash like--”
“I was offering you up as a blood sacrifice, fucker.” Zahn taunted as she powered to her feet. “Probably be some sweat and tears in there too before this is all said and done, but this place wants blood on the floor one more time. I mean to give it yours.”
Clearly amused by her rival's threat, Elise stood up and murmured, “More talk, Melissa. You talk, but you can never deliver. If this ruin wants blood,” she sank into a crouch, worked her fingers into the seam between the mats and deftly peeled one away with a dry tearing sound, “I'm more than happy to oblige. Are you?”
Not about to let the Malicious Mainer prove her a liar, Zahn stepped to the edge of the gap exposed by Winterrest's work and hunkered down to widen the gap from her-- “NNNNGGHHHH! Elise rushed in, hopped up and THWHACKED her heels against the other brunette's forehead with a Basement Dropkick!
“GET OUT HERE!” Elise barked at Merle even as she hauled Lyssa upright with a rough handful of hair. “This ends now, don't you dare be out of position you squeamish little idiot!” Merle made his way to the floor without a word, arriving at the precise moment Winterrest bent her prey backward and reeled her into an Inverted Facelock. Lyssa responded by punching and gouging at her attacker's arms, but Elise ignored it and snagged onto Zahn's trunks at her right hip. Yoking up on Lyssa's neck to complete what was effectively a Dragon Sleeper, the First Degree Femme Fatale settled down, then gathered her reserves and muscled her foe up and over, but rather than simply lay out, Winterrest pivoted on the spot and dropped to her butt which in turn THWHUNKED Zahn down on the stretch of floor she'd so recently exposed! Left face-down and twitching in the wake of that chilling Winter Wind, Lyssa offered up a rather pitiable groan when Elise shoveled her onto her back and sat on her chest for a domineering...
WINTER WIND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-K73PFo3S8
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Winterrest's comfortable seat came to an abrupt end when Zahn pressed both hands to those encroaching glutes and shoved her off with half a second to spare. Pivoting onto a knee so she could return her hands to the other brunette's hair, Elise lifted Lyssa's noggin off the floor just to thun-thun-thunk it against the tarnished wood. “I never would've guessed you as fan of grand guignol, Mr. Merle.” Winterrest told the official as she hauled her adversary to boot-leather.
“Excuse me?” the zebra almost took a step closer before he decided against it.
“Gruesome violence for the sake of drama or entertainment.” Elise explained in the same second she pumped a Kneelift into Zahn's gulping tummy. “Clearly you're interested in a more profound examination of Melissa's suffering. Perhaps you're NOT a complete waste of oxygen.”
Merle didn't know whether to be flattered or concerned, not that Miss Murder gave him too much time to mull it over. He'd barely begun to process her comment when Elise gripped Lyssa by the nape of the neck and sprinted toward the nearest corner of the squared circle. The FAWNatics grit their teeth in anticipation of another horrendous impact for Zahn's skull only to bellow in delighted surprise when the Tik-Tok Terror whipped around in a full circle and BAWHUNKED Elise's forehead into the unforgiving steel!
Winterrest backed away with an obvious wobble in her step, one hand pressed between her eyes while the other fumbled and groped for purchase on the apro--“NGH! NGH! NGH!” Zahn plunged both hands into Elise's dark locks and bounced it against the ring-post once, twice, three times!
“You better not fall down, fuck-face.” Lyssa explained to her rival as she dragged Winterrest away from the corner. “You so much as take a knee and I'm gonna liberate great big patches of your nasty-ass hair.” The Icy Manipulator groaned and reached for Lyssa's wrists only to shriek in anger and pain when Zahn began wrenching her head from side to side! “Protective of your hair, huh?” she sneered. “I get it, it's the closest thing to a helmet you're gonna get tonight.”
Eager to test the efficacy of this follicular helmet theory, Lyssa pulled the other brunette away, spun her around and dipped low to slip an arm through her rival's legs. Straightening up meant Winterrest got draped over Zahn's shoulders in a Fireman's Carry that let the Social Media Superstar march the both of 'em several steps away from the squared circle. This journey didn't take her too far before she whipped around and raced back the way she'd came! The angle of approach was off-kilter enough that it took Merle a few seconds to figure out what Lyssa had in mind and when that realization dawned he looked away so he wouldn't have to see the side of Elise's skull THWHUNK against the steel post!
The concussive collision jolted Winterrest from end to end but Zahn tightened her grip to keep her from slopping loose as she tromped over to a bare patch of floor. Gripped by a growing alarm as he saw Zahn press her right hand to the meat of Winterrest's right thigh, Merle called, “Don't Lyssa! You don't have to--” Lyssa shoved her burden up and over, effortlessly shifting Elise into position across her chest so she hit the floor with a loud THWHAP!
Meme Generator, Lyssa Zahn to Elise Winterrest on the floor of the Frostproof Sport-a-torium.
MEME GENERATOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XaMqDkSL67Q
Rearing back on her haunches in the wake of that ungodly slam, the Tweet Storm-Trooper stuffed a double bird into her opponent's face before hooking both legs in a Back Press that pointed Elise's tush into the shadowy rafters for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Winterrest twisted loose of the cover, much to the surprise of Lyssa and the chagrin of Merle. “Fuck, your skull is thicker than I imagined.” Zahn huffed as she took a moment to catch her breath. “Guess I'll have to target something a little more delicate.”
“Guuuuuuhhhhh.... good fucking luck.” Elise rasped after she'd fought to all fours. “You haven't even broken skin yet, what makes you think you can break bonSSAAAARRHHHH YOU EVIL WHORE!”
Infuriatingly aware of this particular shortcoming, Zahn snatched a handful of hair and shoulder-strap, then yanked Miss Murder up onto her knees and bit down on the side of her neck! That mouthful of Winterrest meant Lyssa couldn't indulge in her usual trash talking so she let loose of the other brunette's left shoulder and clamped down on that breast instead!
Hands frozen into claws that raked at an invisible enemy, Elise eventually regained enough control of her faculties to snatch hold of the New Yorker's hair. The following yank made Lyssa's eyes water but she didn't stop chewing, in fact she chewed and kneaded that much harder until-- drawing away from the Icy Manipulator a couple seconds after she tasted copper, Zahn screwed up her lips and SPAT on Elise's cheek to avenge that slight from earlier in the battle.
The roar from the FAWNatics back in Orlando was so loud Merle heard it in the background of his earpiece, but the surprise on his face was the result of something much closer, namely the unhinged laugh that escaped Elise in the wake of Lyssa's derisive treatment. Winterrest's response startled Zahn as well, she'd expected shrieking rage or incendiary silence so the gleeful cackle kept her from hauling the other brunette back to her feet, albeit only by a few seconds.
“What the hell, did I just stumble upon some hidden kink?” the Tik-Tok Terror asked as she marched Elise toward the guardrail and the rows of vacant chairs beyond. “Don't know why I'm surprised, someone as fucked up as you has gotta have some serious self loathiHHRRGGH!”
Elise slammed the point of her elbow into the pit of Zahn's stomach and growled, “You'd know all about self loathing, you deluded little bag of shit.” she giggled while stuffing a few more elbows into her attacker's tummy and flank. “I was just surprised to discover you're tired of being aliVUUGGGHH!”
Shifting one hand to the small of Winterrest's back, Lyssa snatched a whole lotta her foe's one-piece and yanked it up in a wedgie that shifted the glute coverage on Elise's togs from three quarters to one third in the blink of an eye. Not that the Wolf of Winter noted this indignity as more than a quick sting, the guardrail proved a far more immediate concern when Lyssa rushed forward and BWANGED her into it gut-first!
The impact folded Elise in half and probably would've sent her tumbling into the front row if Zahn hadn't kept a stern grip on her rival's trunks. “Bitch, you think I'M tired of being alive?” Lyssa raked a hand through her hair, then raised both overhead and brought 'em CRACKING down on Winterrest's buns in a gaudy slap! “You started this, honey. Far as I'm concerned, that means YOU'RE the one with a death wish.”
“I cherish every moment of my existence, idiot.” Elise answered between gasps.”Wishing for your death is something else entireRRGGGHHH!”
Lyssa moved around behind Miss Murder and grabbed hold of the barricade on each side so she was properly anchored when hopped up and DROVE both knees into the small of Winterrest's back! “Wish in one hand, cough up blood in the other. See which fills up first.” Zahn taunted as she pushed off and resumed her earlier trunks and tresses grip, which she promptly used to peel Elise offa the cold steel. “Speaking of wishes, did you ever wish to fly as a kid? I think I can actually help with that. A comfortable landing though, that's all on you.”
Dangerously short of breath after her run-in with the barricade, Winterrest shook her head 'no' and rasped, “Don't even think about it you shit--”
The Social Media Superstar raced forward, hit the brakes just shy of the guardrail and hurled Elise over like she was the last brat out of the Rumbrrr. Chilly as those landings tended to be, Winterrest would've preferred it to what befell her tonight as che cleared a full three rows of chairs before wiping out the fourth, fifth and six with an ungodly CRASH-CLATTER-CLANG!
“Damn,listen to that ECHO!” Lyssa said to no one in particular as the Sport-a-torium slowly returned to its previous silence. “Gotta love the acoustics in this place, shame I'll only kick your ass here once.”
Elise only offered a woozy groan in response but it was still enough to get Zahn over the guardrail in pursuit of her vulnerable rival. “You better be be following along, dork.” the New Yorker called to Merle without looking in his direction. “This place deserves one last three count even if it's not in the ring.”
“Yeah, it would've been terrible to keep this confined to a ring.” he grumbled. “There's just no way it could've contained all your hatred and reckless disregard for safe--”
Lyssa, who'd reached Elise and muscled her to all fours with a double handful of hair, reeled the other brunette into a Standing Headscissors as she fixed Merle with a hard stare. “You sassing me, Merle?”
“Me? No ma'am, I was just clearing my throat.”
Lyssa looked disappointed, though her expression brightened when she dragged her claws up Elise's partially-bared buns. “That's a shame. For a second I thought you were getting interesting on--”
“GET OFF ME, BITCH!” Winterrest demanded even as she straighened up with Lyssa's thighs still strapped around her head. Zahn wasn't about to oblige her nemesis in any regard and she sure as hell wasn't going to soak up a Back Body Drop on the floor so she grabbed a double handful of Winterrest's black lycra bottoms and pulled them out of sight with an eye-watering wedgie! Switching over to a Waistlock as soon as her feet returned to the floor, Zahn dipped her knees and muscled Elise up onto her shoulders only to THAWHAM her down flat on her back via a brutal Powerbomb!
POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzCL8XdfZdM
Cringing despite his genuine distaste for all things Icy Manipulator, Merle forged a path through the chairs so he'd be in place to count the pin or at least check his charge for serious injur-- “Don't get boring on me again, Merle.” Zahn warned the referee. “Elsie and I aren't finished yet, not by a long shot.”
Winterrest tacked on a groan that might've been something unprintable, so Merle did as told despite it going against his better instincts. As for Zahn, she helped herself to the other brunette's ankles and quickly dragged her over to a row of chairs that hadn't been knocked sprawling during this latest skirmish. “Yes, this'll do nicely.” Lyssa grabbed a chair, closed it with a loud 'SNAK' and set it down atop Elise's chest. “Actually no, it looks lonely. I know how to fix that.” A second chair joined the first, their combined weight earning a wheezing protest from the Malicious Mainer that was quashed the moment Lyssa stomped down on the stacked steel.
“You stay right there, fuck-face.” Zahn warned before she hopped onto the nearest upright chair. “We'll finish this when I get back.”
Promise made, the Social Media Superstar turned around on her heel and earned some impressed cheers from the fans back in Orlando when she ran to the far end of the row. Once there she spun 'round and returned at a pace that would've meant a broken nose or busted ribs if she'd stepped wrong. But Lyssa didn't step wrong, she remained absolutely perfect even after she'd taken to the skies and kicked both feet forward, the Tweet Storm-Trooper soaring through the dim recesses to THWHAM-BWANG her hundred and thirty so pounds down ass-first on those chairs with an atomic Zahn Bomb! Lyssa regularly followed such offense with a tawdry ass on nose pin, unfortunately the steel reinforcement that crushed all the air from Elise's lungs also sent a bolt of lightning up Zahn's tailbone and she tumbled off her perch with both hands massaging her rump.
As for Winterrest, she knocked the damned chairs away and flopped onto one side, the battered brunette curling into an almost fetal ball as she tried to regain her breath. “Yuuuhhhh...you'll have to do better than that, Zahn.” she croaked. “Blunt force trauma might work on the Bloodwinds but I heyMMMPPPHHHH!”
Lyssa grabbed on at shoulder and hip, tugged Elise onto her back and swung a leg over to bring the full weight of her buns to bear on the other brunette's startled mug! “Told ya I'd sit on your face.” Zahn smirked as she began to grind atop Elise's protesting topography. “Told ya I'd make ya beg for mercy too. Remember that, fucker?” Lyssa didn't actually care about an answer, she just 'smecked' both hands down on Elise's chest and squeezed for all she was worth. “This punk's nose deep in my ass, Merle!” Zahn called out. “Where's my count?”
Ask and ye shall receive, the ref swooped in from the shadows and slapped the floor for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Miss Murder got a bit of vengeance on the wedgie front when she rearranged Lyssa's briefs with enough force to break the pin!
“Bitch.” Zahn scrambled to her feet and pistoned a few stomps into her foe's midsection before undoing the hasty adjustment. “Next time I sit down I won't get up until I feel tears.” Elise didn't offer anything more than a disrespectful grunt, so Zahn hauled her up by one wrist and slung her toward an as of yet undisturbed swath of chairs a short distance away. She'd expected Miss Murder to plow into and through the carefully arranged steel so of course she hopped onto the first seat she encounted like it was nothing at all. Lyssa tore off down Winterrest's back trail with every intention of sending her hurtling into more steel, alas Elise took wing of her own accord, the lithesome brunette shooting backward to catch Zahn's noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock that swiftly THWHONKED Lyssa's forehead into the floor!
BULLET WITH A NAME @ 1:13
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v_aOWXvrMwk
Caught right between the eyes by the Bullet with a Name, Lyssa pressed her hands to her face to check on the damage, an inspection she wasn't able to finish before the First Degree Femme Fatale crawled into a seat in the small of her back and snatched a bicep in each hand. “You do great work with chairs, Melissa. It pains me to admit that, but it's true.” Elise muttered as she pulled the other wrestler's arms backward over the planes of her thighs. “While they certainly have their place, I'd prefer to make you suffer with my bare hands.
“Thuuuuuhhhh... that why you tried to strangle me with the ring rope earlHHRRRGGHHHH!”
Winterrest cupped her hands across Lyssa's chin and leeeeeeeeeaaaaned back in her seat to put incredible strain on her opponent's neck. “No, I strangled you with the ring rope because it delighted me to do so.” Elise answered with a satisfied smile. “Which is the same reason I'll do this...” Pulling her left hand away from the Chinlock, Winterrest curled it into a fist and thumped a heavy Forearm Smash against her foe's defenseless chest!
Lyssa grunted, tried to pull away from the other brunette's grip and ate another few Forearm Smashes for her trouble. Resigned to worrying and gouging at Elise's thighs until she could find some more damaging offense, Zahn chided, “That all you got, fuck-face? I could've sworn you were promising buckets of blood or was that just more of your bullshiTTOOOOOWWWWW!”
The cruel computer that served as Winterrest's brain knew damned well that focusing on her foe's head and neck would ultimately lead to victory, it was a proven strategy that'd humbled the perpetually arrogant Tik-Tok Terror when she'd dared to challenge for the Queen's Chambers. Even so, Elise couldn't let Zahn's mouth run unchecked so she crooked both hands into talons and raked Lyssa's rack from bottom to top at least half a dozen times in as many seconds. The Social Media Superstar had just managed to steel her nerves against the worst of the pain when Elise Winterrest did the unthinkable. She jabbed her hooked fingers into the mesh window over her decolletage and pushed, then PULLED as hard as she could! The material was far too sturdy to be torn away in one fell swoop, yet Winterrest's attack dealt it a crippling injury, one that saw Zahn's bounty exposed to the world for the first time in her FAWN tenure!
CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-vwCVj6cfI
Elise felt the anger and embarassment thrum in her opponent's body like a tuning fork, but rather than bother with the gaudy twisting and tweaking the more salacious element of the crowd hankered after, the Wolf of Winter went right back to the Chinlock and craaaaaaaaaaaanked hard enough to rock back on her heels. This prolonged contortion also forced Lyssa to glare up into the face of her tormentor, a punishment she endured for more than ten seconds before Elise relaxed the strain.
Zahn had maintained a stoic, furious silence since the destuction of her top, but now she allowed herself a soft groan and a deep, shuddering brea-- Winterrest took the trapped brunette's nipples between thumb and forefinger, then pulled and twisted the pliant flesh in a series of sharp quarter turns that had Zahn choking down a high, keening wail.
Silent throughout the first several seconds of this humiliating treatment, Elise abruptly shifted from repetitive twisting to a single prolonged pull as she noted, “Bloodied, topless and helpless to defend your tits against my machinations. I believe that officially makes you the doomed babyface of this story, don't you, Melissa?”
“Eat me.” Zahn replied in a voice barely above a whisper.
Winterrest heard her just fine, yet she feigned ignorance for the sole purpose of crippling her foe's vaunted ego. “What was that?” she chirped in the midst of another long twiiiissssst. “Were you speaking to me? Trying to address your oh so fickle followers? Or were you trying to submit without doing so at the top of your lungs? Rest assured my insipid little influencer, I won't allow you such a dignified ex--”
“I SAID EAT ME, YOU BITCH!” Lyssa bellowed it to the rafters and gouged her fingers into the pits of Winterrest's knees in hopes of making her break the Clutch, but Miss Murder's knee-pads absorbed the worst of the damage while also prompting Elise to double down on her own titty-twisting tactics.
“Submit!” Elise ordered even as the trapped wrestler shook her head 'no, no, no!' “Submit while you've still got some followers to spin this humiliation t--”
“NEVER!” Zahn wailed. She hated the wavery, near-tears tone of it, but it simply couldn't be helped at the moment. “YOU BETTER HAVE HAD YOUR FILL AT AHE, FUCK-FACE, BECAUSE I'LL NEVER SUBMIT TO YOU AGAAAAAIIIEEEEEEEE!”
Elise shifted back to the Chinlock without warning, only now she compounded her adversary's suffering by biting and chewing at the wound over her right eye! “What do you say, Lyssa?” Merle told his charge after he'd swallowed the lump in his throat. “Do you submit? Do you need me to call it? Tell me something or--”
“ELISE WINTERREST IS A FUCKING PUSSY!” Zahn screamed. “A FUCKING PUSSY WHO CAN'T WORK A CAMEL CLUTCH TO SAVE HER LIFEAAAAAAAHHHH GAAAAAAHD STAAAAAAAAAAAAHP!”
Winterrest, who'd ceased her biting only to go at that laceration with her fingers, did no such thing. It was only after another ten seconds ticked off the clock that she smoothed Zahn's hair off her forehead. The right side of Lyssa's face was, to be polite, a horror show. The ghastly sight grew all the more unpleasant when Winterrest pressed her reddened thumb and forefinger to the other brunette's cheeks and made her 'speak' in a mewling, grovelling voice that'd never escaped the lips of Lyssa Zahn, even on her worst day.
“Cheer for me, please. I've always wanted you to cheer for me, but now I NEED you to cheer for me because I finally dared cross a woman with the capability and inclination to punish me for every foolish word to ever plop from this sewer pipe I call a mou--”
“Tuuuuhhhh...twenty-five percent off all merchandise in my store, tonight only.” the Insta-gator gurgled over Elise's mocking speech. “Free shipping too. Just use promo code SHIT BAG at checkout. As in, Elise Winterrest is a hateful, sadistic, no talent SHIT BAG who's gonna HHHRRRGGGHHH!”
Miss Murder raised both hands overhead and joined them into an Axehandle that she then THUMPED into the base of her victim's neck! Lyssa's head slumped nastily following that heavy blow and she offered no resistance when Elise filled both hands with the New Yorker's hair and hauled her to verticality. Quick to reel Zahn into a snug Headlock that let her grind her knuckles against that bloody wound, the Malicious Mainer took a look around to decide her next move. At the moment they were about halfway through the dozen or so rows of chairs surrounding the squared circle. Given the chaos that'd brought them to this point the path back that way was mostly clear save for a few chairs that'd escaped their notice. The opposite direction was mostly gloom, save for the occasional glint of light on the hardwood floor and a larger looming shadow that seemed to hunker against the far wall.
“Those are the bleachers, aren't they?” Miss Murder asked Merle as she began trudging in that direction.
“Ummmh, yeah, I believe so.” “But the control mechanism has been removed, there's no way to extend them at this point. It was one of the safety precautions FAWN insisted on before signing off on--”
“Bored now.” Elise yanked Lyssa's head down so the other brunette's noggin was grinding against the point of her left hip, then took off at a loping trot down the narrow central aisle. Lyssa Zahn did not want to make that journey, all she really wanted to do was towel the blood off her face before strangling Winterrest with it. Unfortunately she was too woozy to deny her nemesis and she trailed along in Elise's wake, the Tik-Tok Terror somehow managing to keep upright until they cleared the chairs. Speeding up considerably once they'd cleared the last row, Elise slammed on the brakes at the last possible second to ensure she didn't break her nose while simultaneously driving the crown of Lyssa's skull into the compressed bleachers with a rattling BWANG!
Zahn bounced away, her knees trembling violently but not quite buckling. It probably would've been better if they had because her continued verticality allowed Elise to switch back to another two-fisted hair-hold, all the better to press her bleeding mug to the bleachers so Lyssa left behind a viscid red smear when Winterrest walked / dragged her toward the padlocked double doors that led to the concession stand in happier times. “Look at you, Melissa!” Elise chortled. “You're FINALLY leaving your mark on this industry! That you're doing so in a building with barely two weeks to live is the sort of black irony that never ceases to make me lau--”
“Eat shit and die, Elise.” Lyssa huffed. She wanted to skewer the bitch's ego with something more pointed, but the pain was starting to blot out everything else. “Just eat shit and dieNNNGGGHHHHAAAAHHH!” They reached the end of the bleachers so Miss Murder yanked her foe away only to slam her head and chest up against the glass of the double doors!
“Jesus, Elise!” Merle cringed at the sound of the old wood shivering against that collision. “I know there's no disqualification but--”
“You're. Not. HERE.” she growled. “This match doesn't have an official, there's won't even be a record. All it has is a witness to note the fate of one hapless VICTIM when all is said and HHHRRRGGGHHH!”
Elise shifted her weight to better slam Zahn's face against the glass and this proved a costly error when the Tweet Storm-Trooper whipped her left leg up and back to THUMP that heel into the fork of her crotch! Losing all (well, most) interest in mangling Lyssa's face, Elise let go and staggered backward with both hands wedged between her thighs. As for Zahn, she prized herself off the door with a hiss, then turned around and mopped a forearm across her devastated brow.
“Oh bitch.” she rasped to the retreating battler. “You should've killed me when you had the chaHHHRRRGGHH!”
Winterrest returned the punt with murderous interest, the Icy Manipulator shoving aside her own anguish to drive the toe of her boot into the center of her foe's trunks. Zahn doubled over in gut-shot agony and Elise grabbed her by the nape of the neck to make sure she couldn't wriggle loose of what came next. Catching the brunette's left wrist with her other hand, Winterrest stretched that limb out and deftly threaded her left leg over Zahn's bicep while also transforming her neck grip into a Front Facelock. Just like that she went up on tiptoe and snapped down and back, Elise landing flat for the sole purpose of SPIKING Lyssa's forehead against the floor with the Black Solstice.
BLACK SOLSTICE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKScBDPISs4
Zahn was planted like a tent-spike, the bloodied brunette almost straight up and down before gravity brought her down on her chest with a damp thump. Beside her, a grimacing Elise pressed a hand between her thighs and took several deep breaths to tamp down the low blow nausea before she hooked Lyssa's near arm in a Half Nelson and rolled her onto her back. Sliding into a Crossbody that was aggressive as it could be considering the roiling ache in her nethers, the Icy Manipulator hooked the far leg and pulled it Zahn's knee up to her chin while Merle and the dispirited FAWNatics counted out...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The watchers in Orlando let out full-throated roars of delight when Lyssa jerked her shoulder off the floor with a whisper to spare! Eyes wide with frustration and anger, Winterrest honed in on the official and sneered, “Are you INSANE? She's practically unconscious from blood loss and head trauma! How slow do you plan to count?”
Merle started to answer but Elise had already dismissed him to deliver several stinging slaps to the other wrestler's aching face. “You're finished!” she barked. “Defenseless! Plead for mercy or I'll end you for OOOOOWWWWW FAAAAAAHK!”
Lyssa snatched a double handful of her foe's hair, then sat up and pulled Elise close so she could sink her teeth into Winterrest's neck where she'd drawn blood earlier in the fight. Vaguely aware that the ravenous troll had reopened an old wound, Miss Murder pounded a few punches into Lyssa's ribs and when that didn't get the job done she settled for a savage fistful of hair while gouging a thumb into the New Yorker's eye! Zahn wailed horribly, the sound of it muffled by her mouthful of Winterrest. Their mutual torments lasted for almost ten seconds, but in the end it was Elise emerging victorious when she prized Lyssa's jaws off her throat. Clambering to verticality on legs that were far ricketier than she cared to admit, Winterrest forced Zahn to stand alongside her so she could dip a shoulder and muscle the Tweet Storm-Trooper into a Fireman's Carry.
“Thuuuhhh.. that's enough rolling in filth.” Elise growled as she began to trudge back to the squared circle. “If your blood's going to stain anything, I want it on a piece of canvas framed and mounted for my trophy collection.”
Zahn burbled a nonsense response that Winterrest interpreted as 'please don't hurt me' a request she planned to ignore with the greatest of pleasure. Pausing when she realized she couldn't possibly climb over the guardrail while lugging Zahn's weight, the Icy Manipulator carefully shifted her hands to Lyssa's chest and crotch so she could gather her reserves before muscling the Insta-gator high overhead with a Military Press! Elise Winterrest was no one's idea of a Destroyer, but she did a damned good impression in the few seconds she held Zahn aloft. From there she simply tossed the other brunette forward, Lyssa crashing down on the old pads with an awful THWHAP!
Over the barricade in short order once she was free of her burden, Winterrest scraped Zahn off the floor, but rather than toss her back in the ring she took the other woman's chin between thumb and forefinger and drew her close. “You almost bashed my brains out against the ring post earlier.” she murmured. “Considering how loudly you've screamed in the aftermath, a normal woman would consider us even. But as we both know... I am no normal wom--”
Dead silence from the Icy Manipulator when spat on her for the second time that night. “Duuuhhhh... don't worry, Elsie. I won't tell anyone you like it when I spit on you. I might kick your miserable ass, but I don't kink shamRRRGGHHHH!”
Winterrest clouted her nemesis with a jaw-cracking backhand that would've put Lyssa on her ass if Elise hadn't filled both hands with her hair. Breaking into a sprint the instant she'd hooked on, Miss Murder raced toward the nearest corner and-- Lyssa snatched her own hair-hold and shifted their trajectory just enough so that Elise collided not with the post itself, but the heavy steel piece that connected the post to the bottom turnbuckle!
The resultant BWUNG was just as ugly, however it came with an expected surprise when the bottom rope popped away from the turnbuckle with a low twaaaaang!Caught just above the bridge of her nose, Elise felt an instant of cold pressure followed by a flow of warmth as she finally donned the crimson mask Lyssa had sported for a good portion of tonight's festivities. Not that she took much note of it at first mind you, that collision with the steel set off white phosphorous behind her eyes and the knock-kneed brunette could do nothing save stumble backward with one hand cupped over her bleeding face while the other reached blindly for the rope that should've been there but for some reason was--“HUUURRRRK!”
Lyssa found it for her, though rather than deliver it into her rival's grasp she looped a length of it around Miss Murder's throat and pulled as tight as her depleted reserves would allow! “CHOKE!” Zahn screamed in Winterrest's ear as she hopped up and wrapped both legs around the Icy Manipulator's trim waist. “CHOKE ON IT YOU EVIL BITCH!”
Elise did as ordered, albeit far from her own accord. Staggering hard beneath the Social Media Superstar's weight, she limped toward the apron and—NO! Lyssa braced one foot against the edge and pushed off while simultaneously yanking backward on her rubber-coated steel garrote. These combined efforts proved too much for Winterrest's legs and she went down in a heap with Lyssa still latched to her back, the awkward impact not nearly enough to deter the blood-crazed Tik-Tok Terror from her plan.
“Tap out, bitch. Tap out, bitch, Tap out, bitch.” Zahn hissed that mantra into Elise's ear over and over again but her only response was ugly rasping, desperate thrashing and a double-fisted hair pull that had furious tears tracking down Lyssa's cheeks.
“Luuuhhrrrggghh....leggo.” Winterrest croaked, her usually haughty tone reduced to bubbling gurgle. “Leggo or I'll GUURRRRHHK!”
Lyssa grabbed another length of the rope and a second wrap to ensure Elise had to focus on wriggling instead of speaking. “You're gonna fucking lose.”Zahn murmured in her foe's ear. “That's what you're gonna fucking do.”
Looking down on this tangle of violence, Merle took a steadying breath before pulling a pair of rubber gloves from his back pocket. Once his hands were thus armored her dropped to a knee beside his charges and asked, “What do you say, Elise? Do you need me to call it? Say the word and I'll NGH!”
Elise shot a hand up and slapped the zebra across the mouth for daring to suggest such weakness. She might've followed with punch if Zahn hadn't abruptly rolled the First Degree Femme Fatale onto her stomach and scrambled to a seat on the small of her back so she could squeeeeeze all the harder.
“TAP OUT!” Lyssa shrieked like a banshee. “TAP OUT FOR CHRISSAKES!”
Elise raised her left hand high and let it waver there for-- she curled it into a fist and popped her middle finger up for the whole world to see.
Eyes reduced to black slots of frustrated hate, Zahn halved the stranglehold so she could grab hold of the other brunette's wrist. Doing so loosened the rope enough for Elise to draw a deep, grating breath, alas the sudden rush of oxygen resulted in a stretch of lightheadedness that allowed Lyssa to wrap a length of rope around Miss Murder's wrist and knot it tight. “Stay right the fuck there.” Zahn huffed after she'd managed to stand up and stay that way for a few seconds. “I've got some redecorating to do. And you--” she pointed a weary finger at Merle. “Don't you touch her, understand? She's mine.”
“Lyssa...I don't think either of you has anything to give.” the ref said quietly. “Let me call this one, I can have the medics here in--”
“You're right, we don't have anything left to give.” the Social Media Superstar agreed as she rolled under the bottom (formerly the middle) rope. “That's why I have to take it from her.”
Merle didn't much like the sound of that and he grew downright antsy when Lyssa worked her fingers under the edge of the canvas. Took longer than she would've liked, but eventually Zahn got a good grip on the canvas and the thin pad beneath thus ensuring that both came up with a low, purring rip when she stood up and walked back to the middle of the squared circle.
“Pretty sure Brewster sent Dream to Hell.” Lyssa said as she looked down on the expanse of bare plywood. “Not sure if I can top that, but I promise you'll feel like you're there when the sun comes up.”
With that she tromped to edge of the ring, hopped down to the floor and immediately delivered half a dozen hard stomps to the semiconscious brunette. Elise moaned, tried to cover up and only succeeded in getting her hair pulled en route to Lyssa finally removing the garrote. Dragging her nemesis to boot-leather in fits and starts, Zahn hunched over, slipped an arm through Elise's legs and boosted her onto her shoulders in a Fireman's Carry.
Merle thought she'd abandoned the ring in favor of finishing Miss Murder on the floor so he was more than a little concerned when Zahn started tromping toward the steel steps. “Ummmmh, Lyssa?” he asked. “What're you doing?”
“Getting it back in the ring.” she huffed. “Isn't that what you wanted?”
The ref didn't know if there was any good answer to that question, not that the Social Media Superstar waited around to hear what he had to say. No, she simply set a foot on the bottom step and started up as quickly as her condition would allow. That wasn't very quick at all mind you, but Zahn never faltered, not even when she reached the apron and was confronted with the barrier of the two remaining strands. Going through was an impossibility with Winterrest draped over her shoulders, so Lyssa took a deep breath and climbed the turnbuckles from the outside, a slow, laborious process that had Merle cringing and the Orlando contingent buzzing in their seats.
Lyssa heard none of this, all of her attention was focused on getting a steady perch on the second rope so she could then swing her her right leg over and set it down on the rope on the opposite side of the post. Elise made no protest throughout this climb, the Icy Manipulator silent save for the steady rasp of her respiration even when Zahn let out a groan and clambered all the way to the high rent district.
“Jesus, Lys! Get down from there!” Merle called even though he knew trying to dissuade the brunette was a lost cause. “You know this ring isn't up to code, you do what you're thinking and you could both for through the--”
Zahn muscled Elise up and over even as she sprang out of the corner, the Tik-Tok Terror pivoting her prey in mid-air so that Winterrest was snugged tight across her chest a whole heartbeat before they THAWHAM-KERRAWNCH!
Elise seemed to sink by about six inches upon impact and for a moment Merle thought they'd actually smashed through the ring, it wasn't until they didn't vanish that he realized the old plywood had only buckled under their combined weight. Lyssa didn't know the status of the squared circle, nor did she much care. At the moment all she could do was drape herself across the other brunette's chest and hook the far leg for an exhausted cover. Merle dove into position immediately thereafter (though he was quite careful to slide in on the side of the ring still armored by canvas) and slapped out an echoing...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
There was no sound system in place in the old Sport-a-torium so Merle could only pat Lyssa on the shoulder and murmur, “It's over, you won.” even as the Announcer confirmed the result for everyone else. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall... LYSSA ZAHN!”
Nodding slightly at the ref's words, Lyssa reared back on her haunches and swept a spill of sweaty, bloody hair off her forehead before she asked, “Can you hear the ringside audio in your earpiece, Merle?”
He frowned. “I have to switch to another channel, but yeah. Why?”
“Can you tell me if they're chanting my name?”
Merle tapped the device twice, listened for a moment, then nodded. “They are, yeah.”
“You want your Rate-a-Ref score to hit 10 in the next couple minutes?”
“I....would like that very much.”
“Gimme your earpiece.”
“Umh, these things are kind of expensive, Lys--”
“Just hand it over. I'm not going to make her eat the damn thing.”
Merle looked dubious, but he pulled it out and offered it to Zahn, who put it to her own ear for a few seconds. Smiling at what she heard, Zahn turned to the cameraman and said, “Did I say twenty-five percent off before? Fifty percent off if you can get even louder. Just for tonight, I'm asking you to chant as loud as you fucking can.” Hearing the response at a distance wasn't as satisfying as being in the center of it, but it was more than enough for Lyssa Zahn, who made a point of wiping the ear-piece off on the tummy of Elise's togs before jabbing it into her ear.
“I know I said I'd sit on your face.” she muttered. “But I'm afraid of having the ring give way before I'm satisfied. Instead you can listen to the sounds of all the people who rejoiced in my kicking your miserable ass. I hope they're still chanting my name when you wake up in the hospital, fuck-face.”
Winterrest's brow furrowed and her lips might've moved for some inaudible curse, but she offered no response to her conqueror, not even when Lyssa stood up and planted a triumphant foot on her chest. Curling her arms into a brawny double bicep flex shortly thereafter, the Social Media Superstar focused on the camera and said, “That concludes this ass-kicking for the ages. Live, one more time, from the Frostproof Sport-a-torium, this is Lyssa Zahn, signing off. Now back to you nerds ringside.”
“Introducing first, hailing from Fox River, New York... she stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and thirty pounds. She’s the Pintrest Pin-Up, the TikTok Terror and the Black Hat extraordinaire, this is LYSSA ZAHN!”
LYSSA ZAHN:
With no crowd to play to save for those on the other side of the single camera, Lyssa stomped on by and headed straight for the squared circle. Since tonight was a special occasion, both the last match in the old Sport-a-torium and the last time she'd ever dirty her hands with Elise Winterrest, the Tweet Storm-Trooper chose a new version of the attire she'd favored as of late. Rather than pink, this two-piece was dark red, the top with thin, white shoulder-straps set at a slight angle, and a fine mesh ‘plate’ over the clavicle, rising into a collar. The bottom rim of this piece and the neckline of the bikini top worked to create almost a heart-shaped ‘cleavage window.’ Matching bottoms with white trim, white wristbands and pads, and red boots completed the look. Another new addition for the evening, Zahn had emblazoned her social media handle (identical across no less than six platforms) across the seat of her trunks and #RIP_U_POS down the back of each boot.
Picking up her pace to reach the spotlight that illuminated the ring, Zahn stomped up the steel steps, hopped over the ropes and took her place in the center. Back in Orlando she would've focused her attention on the hard camera, but since there was only the one cameraman, she spread her arms wide and called out to the looming dark, “I'm right here, bitch! Come and get me if you've got the fucking guts!”
Her challenge brought no sign of Elise, but it did call forth Merle the referee, who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else tonight. “Hey Lyssa, you mind if I check your pads and boots?”
“You know you don't have to, right?” she asked. “That's what the whole point of not sanctioning this beatdown.”
“I know, but Bethany wanted to make sure you two didn't try to shiv each other on live TV, ya know?”
Zahn rolled her eyes, but offered her arms to the zebra. “She should've sent more refs.”
“I know!” Merle almost wailed. “I told her we should have at least three of us out here but--”
The speakers, which had faded into silence shortly after Merle's arrival, obliterated the near silence with the opening to 'Out of the Black'. Lyssa, Merle and the cameraman all turned their attention to the curtain, but several seconds went by with no sign of the Icy Manipulator. “Manipulative bitch.” Zahn muttered. “She's gonna make me hunt her do--” An echoing BOOOOM from the other side of the building spun Lyssa on her heel, thus ensuring she had a great view of her nemesis as she strode through the double doors.
ELISE WINTERREST:
Once he had a bead on the other brunette, the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Belasco Maine, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-three pounds, she is the First Degree Femme Fatale and the reigning and defending Queen of the Madhouse! They call her MISS MURDER, she is ELISE WINTERREST!”
Smiling at the sound of the doors shutting behind her, Elise took a step toward the ring, then paused, raised a finger and hoisted a heavy length of chain in her other hand. “Oh don't worry, sweet girl.” Winterrest smiled when she saw the expression of concerned hate on Lyssa's face. “This is merely to keep you from escaping.” True to her word, Elise turned around and looped the chain through the handles of both doors before securing it in place with a padlock. “You see? I don't need a chain to ruin you, Zahn. I'll do it with my bare hands.”
“I'm right here, beeyotch.” Lyssa snapped. “Come and fucking get it.”
Winterrest's dark eyes narrowed but she made no effort to rush the ring, indeed she was an infuriating vision of icy calm in her fog gray ‘JUSTIFIABLE?’ tank-top, a fine example of sartorial viciousness that offered up an exquisite view of her lycra-sheathed midsection as well as her matching black elbow and knee pads and gleaming black boots that ended an inch south of her knee.
With Zahn's most obvious route of cowardly egress thus removed, Elise started toward the ring and the spineless keyboard commando that waited therein. Utterly unfazed by the gloom of the old venue, Winterrest seemed to disappear from view only to emerge at a different spot much closer to the squared circle before she finally reached the steps. Once she'd ascended to the apron, Elise took the bottom edge of her shirt in both hands and peeled it overhead to fully reveal the black halter style one-piece with its four bright red slashes across the front. Flinging the garment over one shoulder without so much as a glance, Winterrest dipped through the ropes, strode to the center and made a show of tracing her fingertips along the lengths of those crimson cuts.
“You're going to bleed tonight, Melissa.” Elise murmured. “Quickly and copiously, I'm afraid.”
“Maybe I will.” Zahn conceded. “But you'll bleed more, honey. That's a fucking promise.”
Elise merely snorted and made her way to the opposite corner, thus forcing poor Merle to follow along to make sure she hadn't brought something even more dangerous than the chain. Once that was done the official returned to the center of the ring and started to call for the Timekeeper before he remembered that not only was there no Timekeeper, there was no ring bell. Save for his charges and a lone cameraman, the Frostproof Sport-a-torium was deserted.
“Any time now, idiot.” Elise called with obvious disdain. “Zahn may be familiar with such squalid surroundings, but I'd much prefer--”
CLANG!
Winterrest frowned but Merle almost jumped out of his skin as the sound echoed through the cavernous space.
“Jesus, ease off the caffeine maybe?” Lyssa suggested to the official as she tapped a thumb against her phone to produce another round of the distinctive clamor. Eyes on Winterrest, Zahn strode out to the middle and handed the gadget off for safe keeping. “That official enough for you, Elsie?”she chided. “Or do you have another excuse to stay glued to your corner?”
Miss Murder snorted, pushed off the buckles and went straight for the other brunette, her every step raising a god-awful creeeeeaaaak from the dilapidated ring. “I should've known the Queen's Chambers were far too dignified for the likes of you.” she sneered. “But the fact that you've chosen such an obsolete ruin as the site of your last stand tells me you're not totally oblivious to your circumstanHNNNGGGGHHH!”
Lyssa lunged in low, jammed a shoulder into the other brunette's midriff and swept her legs out from underneath to dump Winterrest to the dusty canvas! Zahn didn't bother with a proper mount, she simply snatched a handful of hair and yanked Elise's head up so there was less distance between it and the punches she hammered into her rival's hairline. Such closed-fist bludgeoning would've earned a prompt warning in any sanctioned match in the FAWN Arena, but this match wasn't so much sanctioned as it was tolerated, and this was most certainly not the FAWN Arena.
“Go on, keep running that mouth!” Zahn huffed as she tried to punch through or around the hasty guard Winterrest mustered. “You think a few teeth and a couple pints of blood will bother the demolition crews? They'll sell that shit to your fans, assuming you have any willing to go pubHHRRRGGHH!”
Elise kicked her legs up, threaded them around Lyssa's waist and squeezed hard enough to grind the other wrestler's ribs! Snatching a double handful of hair when Zahn turned her attention to those crushing stems, Winterrest yanked Lyssa's head forward while simultaneously twisting her hips to reverse their positions neat as you please. “You still think this is some sort of lurid popularity contest?” the First Degree Femme Fatale hissed as she BWUNKED the back of Lyssa's skull against the mat. Beneath each low thud was a dry, crunching sound Merle didn't like in the slightest, but no one else seemed to notice, least of all the fuming brunettes. “This isn't about likes, re-tweets and up-votes, Melissa! This is about you learning there is a high cost for sticking your nose in my businessSSOOOW YOU BITCH!”
Pounding at Winterrest's thighs proved far too ineffective for Lyssa's liking so she hooked her hands into talons and raked them down the front of her foe's one-piece before clamping down on Elise's chest with white-knuckle ferocity! “You're still pissed about that?” she sneered through clenched teeth. “Baby, you'd have lost that fight whether I was there to escort you for the Walk of Shame or not. And if you don't stop thinking about Raven you'll never beat MEEEHUURRGGHH!”
Elise let loose of her foe's hair, then slipped her thumbs into the corners of Zahn's mouth and pushed like she meant to peel the Social Media Superstar's face clean off! “I TOOK THE MADHOUSE FROM HER!” Winterrest bellowed down at the gurgling grappler. “I KEPT IT FROM YOU WITHOUT BREAKING A SWEAT! I'M BETTER THAN BOTH OF YOOOHAAAARRRRGGH!”
Lyssa couldn't answer with words, so she let loose of Elise's rack, 'smecked' both palms against the sides of Winterrest's skull and jabbed her thumbs into Miss Murder's eyes! Elise pulled her head back, trying to draw clear of Zahn's reach, but Lyssa kept at it and soon they broke away from one another, both women sputtering and cursing as they checked on the damage done so far.
“Let's keep hands away from faces, ok ladies?” Merle tried to convey as much authority as possible, a difficult task considering the poor dope was jumping at shadows looming around the old ring. “I know you don't like each other but--”
“Loathe each other, Merle.” Zahn interrupted. “We fucking LOATHE each other. Now shut up and keep out of our way.”
“For once Melissa, you and I are in perfect agreement.” Elise muttered as she returned to verticality. “Such unexpected synchronicity will make an interesting footnote for the last match of your otherwise unremarkable ca--”
“I'm going to sit on your nasty face tonight.” Lyssa promised in a cold, flat tone. “Don't care if it's nothing but a collage of bruises and blood when I do, I'm sitting on your face and you're going to beg me to let you go.”
The Icy Manipulator shook her head in a gesture that was equal parts pitying and contemptuous. “Your innate ability to spin a narrative would be remarkable if it wasn't so self-serving. You're nothing, Melissa. A pale, vacuous, wanna-be villainess so PATHETICALLY desperate for the love of people you supposedly despise that you'll insert yourself into any unwinnable situation in the hopes of proving yourself something better than a meme on two legs.” The corners of Winterrest's mouth curved up in a malicious smile as she watched Zahn grit her teeth against the verbal barrage. “The truth, sweet Melissa? You're a terrible bad girl. You have no idea how to be the good girl. SAD girl is your only natural role and it is one you will play to perfection before the night is ov--”
“Shut your mouth, Elise.” Zahn interrupted in a whisper that seemed to roar through the confines of the dilapidated building.
“Much harder to face the truth when you can't simply hit 'block', isn't it, sweetness?” Elise purred. “You want my silence? You'll have to earn--”
Lyssa did just that, leaping across the canvas and directly into a vicious Toe Kick that would've skewered the center of her trunks if she hadn't caught the other brunette's ankle in both hands. Under normal circumstances such a counter would've merited much trash talking from the Insta-gator, tonight she simply whipped Elise's captured leg aside with enough force to spin her opponent in an awkward circle. CRAAACK! Zahn lashed out and smote Elise's cheek with a Bitch Slap that made made Merle put a sympathetic hand to his own face.
“Last warning, bitch.” she growled to the other brunette. “Keep your mouth shut or--”
Gasps from the referee in attendance and the audience watching from a distance when Elise stepped forward and almost casually spit in Zahn's face. “I had to wipe your spit off my fingers at All Hallows Evil.” Miss Murder explained to her incredulous rival as she backed away with her arms spread wide. “Seems only fair that you should do the sa--”
The Tik-Tok Terror let out an inarticulate scream of rage and hurled herself at the retreating battler. Her fingers were inches from Winterrest's smirking face when it seemed to vanish from view, Elise dipping low and kicking out her legs to tangle her attacker's ankles. A single twitch from Winterrest's stems sent Zahn pitching forward, the aggressive battler unable to get her hands into place before she twanged throat-first against the middle rope!
Lyssa pulled away like the cable was scalding hot, though Merle noticed that the rubber-coated steel showed noticeable sag in the aftermath of that nasty collision, yet another reason for him to dislike tonight's battleground. Elise however seemed overjoyed with this latest turn, indeed she was all smiles (albeit a hateful, brittle example thereof) when she buried her hands in Zahn's dark locks and dragged her back to the edge of the ring. “So much sound and fury, so little actual violence!” Elise sneered as she settled into a heavy seat atop the small of her rival's back. “That changes now, Melissa. In fact, here and now I'm making it my goal to hear everyone in the FAWN Arena cheering your name, even if it's when you're being loaded into an ambulance!”
On that charming note Winterrest grabbed the sagging middle rope in both hands and drew it tight against the New Yorker's neck! Lyssa didn't waste a single heartbeat trying to call for a break, she just curled her fingers into hooks and raked Elise's forearms with every intention of drawing blood! Miss Murder bared her teeth, slipped the garrote up a little higher and pulled back to wrench Zahn's head at an awkward angle. “Try pounding the mat with one foot.” she teased the gagging battler. “They might take it up, if you can keep the beat simpRRRGGHHH!”
Lyssa reached up, grabbed hold of Elise's hair and pulled hard enough to make her eyes water. “Fuhggen bidge.” she rasped. “Leggo huv mee hor Ay'll AAARRHH!” Hair pull be damned, Winterrest sacrificed several strands so she could lean in and chomp down on her rival's forehead!
Merle cringed, started to issue a warning and realized there were no warnings in a match like this. Instead he asked, “Do you give up, Lyssa?” “I can't get her off unless you--” “NO!” Zahn's insensate shriek sharpened into something far more cogent. “NO, I DON'T SUBOOOOWWW GAAAAWWD!”
Elise gnawed that much harder and was shortly thereafter rewarded with a taste like a mouthful of hot pennies. Her smile made all the more frightening by the blood trailing down her chin, Elise wiped herself off, then blotted those smeared fingers against the back of Zahn's skull. “Look at you, bleeding like a good little babyface. You know what you need to get this new attitude over? A catchy sobriquet. Alliteration would suggest something like 'Luscious', but I believe Dream still holds claim there, wherever she may be. Might I suggest 'Sensational' instead? No one's using it these days and it still carries enough good will that a poseur like you might get some use out of--”
Abrupt silence from Winterrest when Lyssa let out choked growl and fought to one knee! While this shift didn't free her from Elise's grasping claws, it allowed Zahn to dig in with some claws of her own, the Social Media Superstar earning a hiss from her adversary when she gouged her nails into the backs of Elise's thighs. “Is that a whimper I heard. bitch?” Lyssa huffed as she struggled to verticality with Winterrest strapped to her back. “Shit, you're really going to scream when HUUURGGHH!”
The Icy Manipulator kicked her legs forward, crossed her ankles and squeeeeeeeeeezed until Zahn groaned with the strain. “I'll scream when what?” Elise purred in the other brunette's ear. “When they take you away in a basket? When you take to 'the 'Gram' later tonight to announce your retirement from professional wrestling? When I hear your ribs begin to give way? Enlighten me, Melissa. WHEN will I screaWHOOAAAAHHRRRGGHHHH!”
Knowing that neither the ropes or the corners could break the other woman's grip, Lyssa Zahn rushed forward, twisted around and hurled the both of 'em through the gap between the top and middle strands! Their descent was short but exceedingly painful as Lyssa's effort to spin around mid-fall barely reached the halfway point, thus ensuring that the brunettes THUMPED down hard on their right shoulder and hip!
The old hardwood floors of the Sport-a-torium were sheathed in the standard blue pads used for other FAWN matches, but to Merle it looked like they were held together with half a dozen rolls of duct tape so he wasn't surprised when Zahn and Winterrest broke away and tumbled in opposite directions. One arm pressed tight against her ribs, Lyssa took several deep breaths while carefully checking on the ragged cut Elise had opened over her right eye. Disgusted to realize she could still feel surprise over any of Winterrest's sadistic tactics, Zahn blotted away as much of the red as she could manage, then wiped it off on a stretch of the ancient mat. “Next taste comes from her.” she hissed under her breath. “That's a promise.”
A short distance away, Elise sat up and massaged the meat of her right thigh, which had been painfully smashed between the floor and the troll's idiotic bulk. “I know you're not foolish enough to attempt some sort of live update in our current circumstances.” she sneered to Zahn. “For one, the Wifi signal in this vicinity is truly abysmal. And you haven't lost enough blood to start hallucinating, not yet anyway.” Miss Murder paused as a nasty smile crept across her face. “Wait, you're not praying, are you Melissa? Certainly any higher power worth its salt wouldn't give a damn about the lamentations of trash like--”
“I was offering you up as a blood sacrifice, fucker.” Zahn taunted as she powered to her feet. “Probably be some sweat and tears in there too before this is all said and done, but this place wants blood on the floor one more time. I mean to give it yours.”
Clearly amused by her rival's threat, Elise stood up and murmured, “More talk, Melissa. You talk, but you can never deliver. If this ruin wants blood,” she sank into a crouch, worked her fingers into the seam between the mats and deftly peeled one away with a dry tearing sound, “I'm more than happy to oblige. Are you?”
Not about to let the Malicious Mainer prove her a liar, Zahn stepped to the edge of the gap exposed by Winterrest's work and hunkered down to widen the gap from her-- “NNNNGGHHHH! Elise rushed in, hopped up and THWHACKED her heels against the other brunette's forehead with a Basement Dropkick!
“GET OUT HERE!” Elise barked at Merle even as she hauled Lyssa upright with a rough handful of hair. “This ends now, don't you dare be out of position you squeamish little idiot!” Merle made his way to the floor without a word, arriving at the precise moment Winterrest bent her prey backward and reeled her into an Inverted Facelock. Lyssa responded by punching and gouging at her attacker's arms, but Elise ignored it and snagged onto Zahn's trunks at her right hip. Yoking up on Lyssa's neck to complete what was effectively a Dragon Sleeper, the First Degree Femme Fatale settled down, then gathered her reserves and muscled her foe up and over, but rather than simply lay out, Winterrest pivoted on the spot and dropped to her butt which in turn THWHUNKED Zahn down on the stretch of floor she'd so recently exposed! Left face-down and twitching in the wake of that chilling Winter Wind, Lyssa offered up a rather pitiable groan when Elise shoveled her onto her back and sat on her chest for a domineering...
WINTER WIND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-K73PFo3S8
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Winterrest's comfortable seat came to an abrupt end when Zahn pressed both hands to those encroaching glutes and shoved her off with half a second to spare. Pivoting onto a knee so she could return her hands to the other brunette's hair, Elise lifted Lyssa's noggin off the floor just to thun-thun-thunk it against the tarnished wood. “I never would've guessed you as fan of grand guignol, Mr. Merle.” Winterrest told the official as she hauled her adversary to boot-leather.
“Excuse me?” the zebra almost took a step closer before he decided against it.
“Gruesome violence for the sake of drama or entertainment.” Elise explained in the same second she pumped a Kneelift into Zahn's gulping tummy. “Clearly you're interested in a more profound examination of Melissa's suffering. Perhaps you're NOT a complete waste of oxygen.”
Merle didn't know whether to be flattered or concerned, not that Miss Murder gave him too much time to mull it over. He'd barely begun to process her comment when Elise gripped Lyssa by the nape of the neck and sprinted toward the nearest corner of the squared circle. The FAWNatics grit their teeth in anticipation of another horrendous impact for Zahn's skull only to bellow in delighted surprise when the Tik-Tok Terror whipped around in a full circle and BAWHUNKED Elise's forehead into the unforgiving steel!
Winterrest backed away with an obvious wobble in her step, one hand pressed between her eyes while the other fumbled and groped for purchase on the apro--“NGH! NGH! NGH!” Zahn plunged both hands into Elise's dark locks and bounced it against the ring-post once, twice, three times!
“You better not fall down, fuck-face.” Lyssa explained to her rival as she dragged Winterrest away from the corner. “You so much as take a knee and I'm gonna liberate great big patches of your nasty-ass hair.” The Icy Manipulator groaned and reached for Lyssa's wrists only to shriek in anger and pain when Zahn began wrenching her head from side to side! “Protective of your hair, huh?” she sneered. “I get it, it's the closest thing to a helmet you're gonna get tonight.”
Eager to test the efficacy of this follicular helmet theory, Lyssa pulled the other brunette away, spun her around and dipped low to slip an arm through her rival's legs. Straightening up meant Winterrest got draped over Zahn's shoulders in a Fireman's Carry that let the Social Media Superstar march the both of 'em several steps away from the squared circle. This journey didn't take her too far before she whipped around and raced back the way she'd came! The angle of approach was off-kilter enough that it took Merle a few seconds to figure out what Lyssa had in mind and when that realization dawned he looked away so he wouldn't have to see the side of Elise's skull THWHUNK against the steel post!
The concussive collision jolted Winterrest from end to end but Zahn tightened her grip to keep her from slopping loose as she tromped over to a bare patch of floor. Gripped by a growing alarm as he saw Zahn press her right hand to the meat of Winterrest's right thigh, Merle called, “Don't Lyssa! You don't have to--” Lyssa shoved her burden up and over, effortlessly shifting Elise into position across her chest so she hit the floor with a loud THWHAP!
Meme Generator, Lyssa Zahn to Elise Winterrest on the floor of the Frostproof Sport-a-torium.
MEME GENERATOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XaMqDkSL67Q
Rearing back on her haunches in the wake of that ungodly slam, the Tweet Storm-Trooper stuffed a double bird into her opponent's face before hooking both legs in a Back Press that pointed Elise's tush into the shadowy rafters for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Winterrest twisted loose of the cover, much to the surprise of Lyssa and the chagrin of Merle. “Fuck, your skull is thicker than I imagined.” Zahn huffed as she took a moment to catch her breath. “Guess I'll have to target something a little more delicate.”
“Guuuuuuhhhhh.... good fucking luck.” Elise rasped after she'd fought to all fours. “You haven't even broken skin yet, what makes you think you can break bonSSAAAARRHHHH YOU EVIL WHORE!”
Infuriatingly aware of this particular shortcoming, Zahn snatched a handful of hair and shoulder-strap, then yanked Miss Murder up onto her knees and bit down on the side of her neck! That mouthful of Winterrest meant Lyssa couldn't indulge in her usual trash talking so she let loose of the other brunette's left shoulder and clamped down on that breast instead!
Hands frozen into claws that raked at an invisible enemy, Elise eventually regained enough control of her faculties to snatch hold of the New Yorker's hair. The following yank made Lyssa's eyes water but she didn't stop chewing, in fact she chewed and kneaded that much harder until-- drawing away from the Icy Manipulator a couple seconds after she tasted copper, Zahn screwed up her lips and SPAT on Elise's cheek to avenge that slight from earlier in the battle.
The roar from the FAWNatics back in Orlando was so loud Merle heard it in the background of his earpiece, but the surprise on his face was the result of something much closer, namely the unhinged laugh that escaped Elise in the wake of Lyssa's derisive treatment. Winterrest's response startled Zahn as well, she'd expected shrieking rage or incendiary silence so the gleeful cackle kept her from hauling the other brunette back to her feet, albeit only by a few seconds.
“What the hell, did I just stumble upon some hidden kink?” the Tik-Tok Terror asked as she marched Elise toward the guardrail and the rows of vacant chairs beyond. “Don't know why I'm surprised, someone as fucked up as you has gotta have some serious self loathiHHRRGGH!”
Elise slammed the point of her elbow into the pit of Zahn's stomach and growled, “You'd know all about self loathing, you deluded little bag of shit.” she giggled while stuffing a few more elbows into her attacker's tummy and flank. “I was just surprised to discover you're tired of being aliVUUGGGHH!”
Shifting one hand to the small of Winterrest's back, Lyssa snatched a whole lotta her foe's one-piece and yanked it up in a wedgie that shifted the glute coverage on Elise's togs from three quarters to one third in the blink of an eye. Not that the Wolf of Winter noted this indignity as more than a quick sting, the guardrail proved a far more immediate concern when Lyssa rushed forward and BWANGED her into it gut-first!
The impact folded Elise in half and probably would've sent her tumbling into the front row if Zahn hadn't kept a stern grip on her rival's trunks. “Bitch, you think I'M tired of being alive?” Lyssa raked a hand through her hair, then raised both overhead and brought 'em CRACKING down on Winterrest's buns in a gaudy slap! “You started this, honey. Far as I'm concerned, that means YOU'RE the one with a death wish.”
“I cherish every moment of my existence, idiot.” Elise answered between gasps.”Wishing for your death is something else entireRRGGGHHH!”
Lyssa moved around behind Miss Murder and grabbed hold of the barricade on each side so she was properly anchored when hopped up and DROVE both knees into the small of Winterrest's back! “Wish in one hand, cough up blood in the other. See which fills up first.” Zahn taunted as she pushed off and resumed her earlier trunks and tresses grip, which she promptly used to peel Elise offa the cold steel. “Speaking of wishes, did you ever wish to fly as a kid? I think I can actually help with that. A comfortable landing though, that's all on you.”
Dangerously short of breath after her run-in with the barricade, Winterrest shook her head 'no' and rasped, “Don't even think about it you shit--”
The Social Media Superstar raced forward, hit the brakes just shy of the guardrail and hurled Elise over like she was the last brat out of the Rumbrrr. Chilly as those landings tended to be, Winterrest would've preferred it to what befell her tonight as che cleared a full three rows of chairs before wiping out the fourth, fifth and six with an ungodly CRASH-CLATTER-CLANG!
“Damn,listen to that ECHO!” Lyssa said to no one in particular as the Sport-a-torium slowly returned to its previous silence. “Gotta love the acoustics in this place, shame I'll only kick your ass here once.”
Elise only offered a woozy groan in response but it was still enough to get Zahn over the guardrail in pursuit of her vulnerable rival. “You better be be following along, dork.” the New Yorker called to Merle without looking in his direction. “This place deserves one last three count even if it's not in the ring.”
“Yeah, it would've been terrible to keep this confined to a ring.” he grumbled. “There's just no way it could've contained all your hatred and reckless disregard for safe--”
Lyssa, who'd reached Elise and muscled her to all fours with a double handful of hair, reeled the other brunette into a Standing Headscissors as she fixed Merle with a hard stare. “You sassing me, Merle?”
“Me? No ma'am, I was just clearing my throat.”
Lyssa looked disappointed, though her expression brightened when she dragged her claws up Elise's partially-bared buns. “That's a shame. For a second I thought you were getting interesting on--”
“GET OFF ME, BITCH!” Winterrest demanded even as she straighened up with Lyssa's thighs still strapped around her head. Zahn wasn't about to oblige her nemesis in any regard and she sure as hell wasn't going to soak up a Back Body Drop on the floor so she grabbed a double handful of Winterrest's black lycra bottoms and pulled them out of sight with an eye-watering wedgie! Switching over to a Waistlock as soon as her feet returned to the floor, Zahn dipped her knees and muscled Elise up onto her shoulders only to THAWHAM her down flat on her back via a brutal Powerbomb!
POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzCL8XdfZdM
Cringing despite his genuine distaste for all things Icy Manipulator, Merle forged a path through the chairs so he'd be in place to count the pin or at least check his charge for serious injur-- “Don't get boring on me again, Merle.” Zahn warned the referee. “Elsie and I aren't finished yet, not by a long shot.”
Winterrest tacked on a groan that might've been something unprintable, so Merle did as told despite it going against his better instincts. As for Zahn, she helped herself to the other brunette's ankles and quickly dragged her over to a row of chairs that hadn't been knocked sprawling during this latest skirmish. “Yes, this'll do nicely.” Lyssa grabbed a chair, closed it with a loud 'SNAK' and set it down atop Elise's chest. “Actually no, it looks lonely. I know how to fix that.” A second chair joined the first, their combined weight earning a wheezing protest from the Malicious Mainer that was quashed the moment Lyssa stomped down on the stacked steel.
“You stay right there, fuck-face.” Zahn warned before she hopped onto the nearest upright chair. “We'll finish this when I get back.”
Promise made, the Social Media Superstar turned around on her heel and earned some impressed cheers from the fans back in Orlando when she ran to the far end of the row. Once there she spun 'round and returned at a pace that would've meant a broken nose or busted ribs if she'd stepped wrong. But Lyssa didn't step wrong, she remained absolutely perfect even after she'd taken to the skies and kicked both feet forward, the Tweet Storm-Trooper soaring through the dim recesses to THWHAM-BWANG her hundred and thirty so pounds down ass-first on those chairs with an atomic Zahn Bomb! Lyssa regularly followed such offense with a tawdry ass on nose pin, unfortunately the steel reinforcement that crushed all the air from Elise's lungs also sent a bolt of lightning up Zahn's tailbone and she tumbled off her perch with both hands massaging her rump.
As for Winterrest, she knocked the damned chairs away and flopped onto one side, the battered brunette curling into an almost fetal ball as she tried to regain her breath. “Yuuuhhhh...you'll have to do better than that, Zahn.” she croaked. “Blunt force trauma might work on the Bloodwinds but I heyMMMPPPHHHH!”
Lyssa grabbed on at shoulder and hip, tugged Elise onto her back and swung a leg over to bring the full weight of her buns to bear on the other brunette's startled mug! “Told ya I'd sit on your face.” Zahn smirked as she began to grind atop Elise's protesting topography. “Told ya I'd make ya beg for mercy too. Remember that, fucker?” Lyssa didn't actually care about an answer, she just 'smecked' both hands down on Elise's chest and squeezed for all she was worth. “This punk's nose deep in my ass, Merle!” Zahn called out. “Where's my count?”
Ask and ye shall receive, the ref swooped in from the shadows and slapped the floor for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Miss Murder got a bit of vengeance on the wedgie front when she rearranged Lyssa's briefs with enough force to break the pin!
“Bitch.” Zahn scrambled to her feet and pistoned a few stomps into her foe's midsection before undoing the hasty adjustment. “Next time I sit down I won't get up until I feel tears.” Elise didn't offer anything more than a disrespectful grunt, so Zahn hauled her up by one wrist and slung her toward an as of yet undisturbed swath of chairs a short distance away. She'd expected Miss Murder to plow into and through the carefully arranged steel so of course she hopped onto the first seat she encounted like it was nothing at all. Lyssa tore off down Winterrest's back trail with every intention of sending her hurtling into more steel, alas Elise took wing of her own accord, the lithesome brunette shooting backward to catch Zahn's noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock that swiftly THWHONKED Lyssa's forehead into the floor!
BULLET WITH A NAME @ 1:13
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v_aOWXvrMwk
Caught right between the eyes by the Bullet with a Name, Lyssa pressed her hands to her face to check on the damage, an inspection she wasn't able to finish before the First Degree Femme Fatale crawled into a seat in the small of her back and snatched a bicep in each hand. “You do great work with chairs, Melissa. It pains me to admit that, but it's true.” Elise muttered as she pulled the other wrestler's arms backward over the planes of her thighs. “While they certainly have their place, I'd prefer to make you suffer with my bare hands.
“Thuuuuuhhhh... that why you tried to strangle me with the ring rope earlHHRRRGGHHHH!”
Winterrest cupped her hands across Lyssa's chin and leeeeeeeeeaaaaned back in her seat to put incredible strain on her opponent's neck. “No, I strangled you with the ring rope because it delighted me to do so.” Elise answered with a satisfied smile. “Which is the same reason I'll do this...” Pulling her left hand away from the Chinlock, Winterrest curled it into a fist and thumped a heavy Forearm Smash against her foe's defenseless chest!
Lyssa grunted, tried to pull away from the other brunette's grip and ate another few Forearm Smashes for her trouble. Resigned to worrying and gouging at Elise's thighs until she could find some more damaging offense, Zahn chided, “That all you got, fuck-face? I could've sworn you were promising buckets of blood or was that just more of your bullshiTTOOOOOWWWWW!”
The cruel computer that served as Winterrest's brain knew damned well that focusing on her foe's head and neck would ultimately lead to victory, it was a proven strategy that'd humbled the perpetually arrogant Tik-Tok Terror when she'd dared to challenge for the Queen's Chambers. Even so, Elise couldn't let Zahn's mouth run unchecked so she crooked both hands into talons and raked Lyssa's rack from bottom to top at least half a dozen times in as many seconds. The Social Media Superstar had just managed to steel her nerves against the worst of the pain when Elise Winterrest did the unthinkable. She jabbed her hooked fingers into the mesh window over her decolletage and pushed, then PULLED as hard as she could! The material was far too sturdy to be torn away in one fell swoop, yet Winterrest's attack dealt it a crippling injury, one that saw Zahn's bounty exposed to the world for the first time in her FAWN tenure!
CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-vwCVj6cfI
Elise felt the anger and embarassment thrum in her opponent's body like a tuning fork, but rather than bother with the gaudy twisting and tweaking the more salacious element of the crowd hankered after, the Wolf of Winter went right back to the Chinlock and craaaaaaaaaaaanked hard enough to rock back on her heels. This prolonged contortion also forced Lyssa to glare up into the face of her tormentor, a punishment she endured for more than ten seconds before Elise relaxed the strain.
Zahn had maintained a stoic, furious silence since the destuction of her top, but now she allowed herself a soft groan and a deep, shuddering brea-- Winterrest took the trapped brunette's nipples between thumb and forefinger, then pulled and twisted the pliant flesh in a series of sharp quarter turns that had Zahn choking down a high, keening wail.
Silent throughout the first several seconds of this humiliating treatment, Elise abruptly shifted from repetitive twisting to a single prolonged pull as she noted, “Bloodied, topless and helpless to defend your tits against my machinations. I believe that officially makes you the doomed babyface of this story, don't you, Melissa?”
“Eat me.” Zahn replied in a voice barely above a whisper.
Winterrest heard her just fine, yet she feigned ignorance for the sole purpose of crippling her foe's vaunted ego. “What was that?” she chirped in the midst of another long twiiiissssst. “Were you speaking to me? Trying to address your oh so fickle followers? Or were you trying to submit without doing so at the top of your lungs? Rest assured my insipid little influencer, I won't allow you such a dignified ex--”
“I SAID EAT ME, YOU BITCH!” Lyssa bellowed it to the rafters and gouged her fingers into the pits of Winterrest's knees in hopes of making her break the Clutch, but Miss Murder's knee-pads absorbed the worst of the damage while also prompting Elise to double down on her own titty-twisting tactics.
“Submit!” Elise ordered even as the trapped wrestler shook her head 'no, no, no!' “Submit while you've still got some followers to spin this humiliation t--”
“NEVER!” Zahn wailed. She hated the wavery, near-tears tone of it, but it simply couldn't be helped at the moment. “YOU BETTER HAVE HAD YOUR FILL AT AHE, FUCK-FACE, BECAUSE I'LL NEVER SUBMIT TO YOU AGAAAAAIIIEEEEEEEE!”
Elise shifted back to the Chinlock without warning, only now she compounded her adversary's suffering by biting and chewing at the wound over her right eye! “What do you say, Lyssa?” Merle told his charge after he'd swallowed the lump in his throat. “Do you submit? Do you need me to call it? Tell me something or--”
“ELISE WINTERREST IS A FUCKING PUSSY!” Zahn screamed. “A FUCKING PUSSY WHO CAN'T WORK A CAMEL CLUTCH TO SAVE HER LIFEAAAAAAAHHHH GAAAAAAHD STAAAAAAAAAAAAHP!”
Winterrest, who'd ceased her biting only to go at that laceration with her fingers, did no such thing. It was only after another ten seconds ticked off the clock that she smoothed Zahn's hair off her forehead. The right side of Lyssa's face was, to be polite, a horror show. The ghastly sight grew all the more unpleasant when Winterrest pressed her reddened thumb and forefinger to the other brunette's cheeks and made her 'speak' in a mewling, grovelling voice that'd never escaped the lips of Lyssa Zahn, even on her worst day.
“Cheer for me, please. I've always wanted you to cheer for me, but now I NEED you to cheer for me because I finally dared cross a woman with the capability and inclination to punish me for every foolish word to ever plop from this sewer pipe I call a mou--”
“Tuuuuhhhh...twenty-five percent off all merchandise in my store, tonight only.” the Insta-gator gurgled over Elise's mocking speech. “Free shipping too. Just use promo code SHIT BAG at checkout. As in, Elise Winterrest is a hateful, sadistic, no talent SHIT BAG who's gonna HHHRRRGGGHHH!”
Miss Murder raised both hands overhead and joined them into an Axehandle that she then THUMPED into the base of her victim's neck! Lyssa's head slumped nastily following that heavy blow and she offered no resistance when Elise filled both hands with the New Yorker's hair and hauled her to verticality. Quick to reel Zahn into a snug Headlock that let her grind her knuckles against that bloody wound, the Malicious Mainer took a look around to decide her next move. At the moment they were about halfway through the dozen or so rows of chairs surrounding the squared circle. Given the chaos that'd brought them to this point the path back that way was mostly clear save for a few chairs that'd escaped their notice. The opposite direction was mostly gloom, save for the occasional glint of light on the hardwood floor and a larger looming shadow that seemed to hunker against the far wall.
“Those are the bleachers, aren't they?” Miss Murder asked Merle as she began trudging in that direction.
“Ummmh, yeah, I believe so.” “But the control mechanism has been removed, there's no way to extend them at this point. It was one of the safety precautions FAWN insisted on before signing off on--”
“Bored now.” Elise yanked Lyssa's head down so the other brunette's noggin was grinding against the point of her left hip, then took off at a loping trot down the narrow central aisle. Lyssa Zahn did not want to make that journey, all she really wanted to do was towel the blood off her face before strangling Winterrest with it. Unfortunately she was too woozy to deny her nemesis and she trailed along in Elise's wake, the Tik-Tok Terror somehow managing to keep upright until they cleared the chairs. Speeding up considerably once they'd cleared the last row, Elise slammed on the brakes at the last possible second to ensure she didn't break her nose while simultaneously driving the crown of Lyssa's skull into the compressed bleachers with a rattling BWANG!
Zahn bounced away, her knees trembling violently but not quite buckling. It probably would've been better if they had because her continued verticality allowed Elise to switch back to another two-fisted hair-hold, all the better to press her bleeding mug to the bleachers so Lyssa left behind a viscid red smear when Winterrest walked / dragged her toward the padlocked double doors that led to the concession stand in happier times. “Look at you, Melissa!” Elise chortled. “You're FINALLY leaving your mark on this industry! That you're doing so in a building with barely two weeks to live is the sort of black irony that never ceases to make me lau--”
“Eat shit and die, Elise.” Lyssa huffed. She wanted to skewer the bitch's ego with something more pointed, but the pain was starting to blot out everything else. “Just eat shit and dieNNNGGGHHHHAAAAHHH!” They reached the end of the bleachers so Miss Murder yanked her foe away only to slam her head and chest up against the glass of the double doors!
“Jesus, Elise!” Merle cringed at the sound of the old wood shivering against that collision. “I know there's no disqualification but--”
“You're. Not. HERE.” she growled. “This match doesn't have an official, there's won't even be a record. All it has is a witness to note the fate of one hapless VICTIM when all is said and HHHRRRGGGHHH!”
Elise shifted her weight to better slam Zahn's face against the glass and this proved a costly error when the Tweet Storm-Trooper whipped her left leg up and back to THUMP that heel into the fork of her crotch! Losing all (well, most) interest in mangling Lyssa's face, Elise let go and staggered backward with both hands wedged between her thighs. As for Zahn, she prized herself off the door with a hiss, then turned around and mopped a forearm across her devastated brow.
“Oh bitch.” she rasped to the retreating battler. “You should've killed me when you had the chaHHHRRRGGHH!”
Winterrest returned the punt with murderous interest, the Icy Manipulator shoving aside her own anguish to drive the toe of her boot into the center of her foe's trunks. Zahn doubled over in gut-shot agony and Elise grabbed her by the nape of the neck to make sure she couldn't wriggle loose of what came next. Catching the brunette's left wrist with her other hand, Winterrest stretched that limb out and deftly threaded her left leg over Zahn's bicep while also transforming her neck grip into a Front Facelock. Just like that she went up on tiptoe and snapped down and back, Elise landing flat for the sole purpose of SPIKING Lyssa's forehead against the floor with the Black Solstice.
BLACK SOLSTICE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKScBDPISs4
Zahn was planted like a tent-spike, the bloodied brunette almost straight up and down before gravity brought her down on her chest with a damp thump. Beside her, a grimacing Elise pressed a hand between her thighs and took several deep breaths to tamp down the low blow nausea before she hooked Lyssa's near arm in a Half Nelson and rolled her onto her back. Sliding into a Crossbody that was aggressive as it could be considering the roiling ache in her nethers, the Icy Manipulator hooked the far leg and pulled it Zahn's knee up to her chin while Merle and the dispirited FAWNatics counted out...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The watchers in Orlando let out full-throated roars of delight when Lyssa jerked her shoulder off the floor with a whisper to spare! Eyes wide with frustration and anger, Winterrest honed in on the official and sneered, “Are you INSANE? She's practically unconscious from blood loss and head trauma! How slow do you plan to count?”
Merle started to answer but Elise had already dismissed him to deliver several stinging slaps to the other wrestler's aching face. “You're finished!” she barked. “Defenseless! Plead for mercy or I'll end you for OOOOOWWWWW FAAAAAAHK!”
Lyssa snatched a double handful of her foe's hair, then sat up and pulled Elise close so she could sink her teeth into Winterrest's neck where she'd drawn blood earlier in the fight. Vaguely aware that the ravenous troll had reopened an old wound, Miss Murder pounded a few punches into Lyssa's ribs and when that didn't get the job done she settled for a savage fistful of hair while gouging a thumb into the New Yorker's eye! Zahn wailed horribly, the sound of it muffled by her mouthful of Winterrest. Their mutual torments lasted for almost ten seconds, but in the end it was Elise emerging victorious when she prized Lyssa's jaws off her throat. Clambering to verticality on legs that were far ricketier than she cared to admit, Winterrest forced Zahn to stand alongside her so she could dip a shoulder and muscle the Tweet Storm-Trooper into a Fireman's Carry.
“Thuuuhhh.. that's enough rolling in filth.” Elise growled as she began to trudge back to the squared circle. “If your blood's going to stain anything, I want it on a piece of canvas framed and mounted for my trophy collection.”
Zahn burbled a nonsense response that Winterrest interpreted as 'please don't hurt me' a request she planned to ignore with the greatest of pleasure. Pausing when she realized she couldn't possibly climb over the guardrail while lugging Zahn's weight, the Icy Manipulator carefully shifted her hands to Lyssa's chest and crotch so she could gather her reserves before muscling the Insta-gator high overhead with a Military Press! Elise Winterrest was no one's idea of a Destroyer, but she did a damned good impression in the few seconds she held Zahn aloft. From there she simply tossed the other brunette forward, Lyssa crashing down on the old pads with an awful THWHAP!
Over the barricade in short order once she was free of her burden, Winterrest scraped Zahn off the floor, but rather than toss her back in the ring she took the other woman's chin between thumb and forefinger and drew her close. “You almost bashed my brains out against the ring post earlier.” she murmured. “Considering how loudly you've screamed in the aftermath, a normal woman would consider us even. But as we both know... I am no normal wom--”
Dead silence from the Icy Manipulator when spat on her for the second time that night. “Duuuhhhh... don't worry, Elsie. I won't tell anyone you like it when I spit on you. I might kick your miserable ass, but I don't kink shamRRRGGHHHH!”
Winterrest clouted her nemesis with a jaw-cracking backhand that would've put Lyssa on her ass if Elise hadn't filled both hands with her hair. Breaking into a sprint the instant she'd hooked on, Miss Murder raced toward the nearest corner and-- Lyssa snatched her own hair-hold and shifted their trajectory just enough so that Elise collided not with the post itself, but the heavy steel piece that connected the post to the bottom turnbuckle!
The resultant BWUNG was just as ugly, however it came with an expected surprise when the bottom rope popped away from the turnbuckle with a low twaaaaang!Caught just above the bridge of her nose, Elise felt an instant of cold pressure followed by a flow of warmth as she finally donned the crimson mask Lyssa had sported for a good portion of tonight's festivities. Not that she took much note of it at first mind you, that collision with the steel set off white phosphorous behind her eyes and the knock-kneed brunette could do nothing save stumble backward with one hand cupped over her bleeding face while the other reached blindly for the rope that should've been there but for some reason was--“HUUURRRRK!”
Lyssa found it for her, though rather than deliver it into her rival's grasp she looped a length of it around Miss Murder's throat and pulled as tight as her depleted reserves would allow! “CHOKE!” Zahn screamed in Winterrest's ear as she hopped up and wrapped both legs around the Icy Manipulator's trim waist. “CHOKE ON IT YOU EVIL BITCH!”
Elise did as ordered, albeit far from her own accord. Staggering hard beneath the Social Media Superstar's weight, she limped toward the apron and—NO! Lyssa braced one foot against the edge and pushed off while simultaneously yanking backward on her rubber-coated steel garrote. These combined efforts proved too much for Winterrest's legs and she went down in a heap with Lyssa still latched to her back, the awkward impact not nearly enough to deter the blood-crazed Tik-Tok Terror from her plan.
“Tap out, bitch. Tap out, bitch, Tap out, bitch.” Zahn hissed that mantra into Elise's ear over and over again but her only response was ugly rasping, desperate thrashing and a double-fisted hair pull that had furious tears tracking down Lyssa's cheeks.
“Luuuhhrrrggghh....leggo.” Winterrest croaked, her usually haughty tone reduced to bubbling gurgle. “Leggo or I'll GUURRRRHHK!”
Lyssa grabbed another length of the rope and a second wrap to ensure Elise had to focus on wriggling instead of speaking. “You're gonna fucking lose.”Zahn murmured in her foe's ear. “That's what you're gonna fucking do.”
Looking down on this tangle of violence, Merle took a steadying breath before pulling a pair of rubber gloves from his back pocket. Once his hands were thus armored her dropped to a knee beside his charges and asked, “What do you say, Elise? Do you need me to call it? Say the word and I'll NGH!”
Elise shot a hand up and slapped the zebra across the mouth for daring to suggest such weakness. She might've followed with punch if Zahn hadn't abruptly rolled the First Degree Femme Fatale onto her stomach and scrambled to a seat on the small of her back so she could squeeeeeze all the harder.
“TAP OUT!” Lyssa shrieked like a banshee. “TAP OUT FOR CHRISSAKES!”
Elise raised her left hand high and let it waver there for-- she curled it into a fist and popped her middle finger up for the whole world to see.
Eyes reduced to black slots of frustrated hate, Zahn halved the stranglehold so she could grab hold of the other brunette's wrist. Doing so loosened the rope enough for Elise to draw a deep, grating breath, alas the sudden rush of oxygen resulted in a stretch of lightheadedness that allowed Lyssa to wrap a length of rope around Miss Murder's wrist and knot it tight. “Stay right the fuck there.” Zahn huffed after she'd managed to stand up and stay that way for a few seconds. “I've got some redecorating to do. And you--” she pointed a weary finger at Merle. “Don't you touch her, understand? She's mine.”
“Lyssa...I don't think either of you has anything to give.” the ref said quietly. “Let me call this one, I can have the medics here in--”
“You're right, we don't have anything left to give.” the Social Media Superstar agreed as she rolled under the bottom (formerly the middle) rope. “That's why I have to take it from her.”
Merle didn't much like the sound of that and he grew downright antsy when Lyssa worked her fingers under the edge of the canvas. Took longer than she would've liked, but eventually Zahn got a good grip on the canvas and the thin pad beneath thus ensuring that both came up with a low, purring rip when she stood up and walked back to the middle of the squared circle.
“Pretty sure Brewster sent Dream to Hell.” Lyssa said as she looked down on the expanse of bare plywood. “Not sure if I can top that, but I promise you'll feel like you're there when the sun comes up.”
With that she tromped to edge of the ring, hopped down to the floor and immediately delivered half a dozen hard stomps to the semiconscious brunette. Elise moaned, tried to cover up and only succeeded in getting her hair pulled en route to Lyssa finally removing the garrote. Dragging her nemesis to boot-leather in fits and starts, Zahn hunched over, slipped an arm through Elise's legs and boosted her onto her shoulders in a Fireman's Carry.
Merle thought she'd abandoned the ring in favor of finishing Miss Murder on the floor so he was more than a little concerned when Zahn started tromping toward the steel steps. “Ummmmh, Lyssa?” he asked. “What're you doing?”
“Getting it back in the ring.” she huffed. “Isn't that what you wanted?”
The ref didn't know if there was any good answer to that question, not that the Social Media Superstar waited around to hear what he had to say. No, she simply set a foot on the bottom step and started up as quickly as her condition would allow. That wasn't very quick at all mind you, but Zahn never faltered, not even when she reached the apron and was confronted with the barrier of the two remaining strands. Going through was an impossibility with Winterrest draped over her shoulders, so Lyssa took a deep breath and climbed the turnbuckles from the outside, a slow, laborious process that had Merle cringing and the Orlando contingent buzzing in their seats.
Lyssa heard none of this, all of her attention was focused on getting a steady perch on the second rope so she could then swing her her right leg over and set it down on the rope on the opposite side of the post. Elise made no protest throughout this climb, the Icy Manipulator silent save for the steady rasp of her respiration even when Zahn let out a groan and clambered all the way to the high rent district.
“Jesus, Lys! Get down from there!” Merle called even though he knew trying to dissuade the brunette was a lost cause. “You know this ring isn't up to code, you do what you're thinking and you could both for through the--”
Zahn muscled Elise up and over even as she sprang out of the corner, the Tik-Tok Terror pivoting her prey in mid-air so that Winterrest was snugged tight across her chest a whole heartbeat before they THAWHAM-KERRAWNCH!
Elise seemed to sink by about six inches upon impact and for a moment Merle thought they'd actually smashed through the ring, it wasn't until they didn't vanish that he realized the old plywood had only buckled under their combined weight. Lyssa didn't know the status of the squared circle, nor did she much care. At the moment all she could do was drape herself across the other brunette's chest and hook the far leg for an exhausted cover. Merle dove into position immediately thereafter (though he was quite careful to slide in on the side of the ring still armored by canvas) and slapped out an echoing...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
There was no sound system in place in the old Sport-a-torium so Merle could only pat Lyssa on the shoulder and murmur, “It's over, you won.” even as the Announcer confirmed the result for everyone else. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall... LYSSA ZAHN!”
Nodding slightly at the ref's words, Lyssa reared back on her haunches and swept a spill of sweaty, bloody hair off her forehead before she asked, “Can you hear the ringside audio in your earpiece, Merle?”
He frowned. “I have to switch to another channel, but yeah. Why?”
“Can you tell me if they're chanting my name?”
Merle tapped the device twice, listened for a moment, then nodded. “They are, yeah.”
“You want your Rate-a-Ref score to hit 10 in the next couple minutes?”
“I....would like that very much.”
“Gimme your earpiece.”
“Umh, these things are kind of expensive, Lys--”
“Just hand it over. I'm not going to make her eat the damn thing.”
Merle looked dubious, but he pulled it out and offered it to Zahn, who put it to her own ear for a few seconds. Smiling at what she heard, Zahn turned to the cameraman and said, “Did I say twenty-five percent off before? Fifty percent off if you can get even louder. Just for tonight, I'm asking you to chant as loud as you fucking can.” Hearing the response at a distance wasn't as satisfying as being in the center of it, but it was more than enough for Lyssa Zahn, who made a point of wiping the ear-piece off on the tummy of Elise's togs before jabbing it into her ear.
“I know I said I'd sit on your face.” she muttered. “But I'm afraid of having the ring give way before I'm satisfied. Instead you can listen to the sounds of all the people who rejoiced in my kicking your miserable ass. I hope they're still chanting my name when you wake up in the hospital, fuck-face.”
Winterrest's brow furrowed and her lips might've moved for some inaudible curse, but she offered no response to her conqueror, not even when Lyssa stood up and planted a triumphant foot on her chest. Curling her arms into a brawny double bicep flex shortly thereafter, the Social Media Superstar focused on the camera and said, “That concludes this ass-kicking for the ages. Live, one more time, from the Frostproof Sport-a-torium, this is Lyssa Zahn, signing off. Now back to you nerds ringside.”