Post by hawkeye on May 9, 2022 22:42:01 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest will be held at the Madhouse.” the Announcer informed the Spring Break crowd. “If you would please direct your attention to the FAWN'tron...”
They did as bade , their collective gazes shifting in time to watch the screen fade up from black to a view of an elegant penthouse with vaulted ceilings, mellow cream colored carpet, dark wooden walls and a far wall comprised of floor to ceiling windows. Beyond the glass laid the lush green of the woods surrounding the Madhouse, now darkened by a lowering sky that threatened rain. Centered against the right wall was a king-sized bed sheathed in a charcoal gray mattress and near the foot of this piece of sumptuous furniture waited the man, the myth, the legend named Merle. Starting a bit when he realized the camera was live, Merle nodded a quick greeting to the distant FAWNatics before the Announcer went on.
“This match will be contested under Apartment Wrestling Rules, meaning that pins, submissions and knock-outs can only take place when one or both participants are in contact with the bed. Introducing first, hailing from Blue Bay, Florida, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and seventeen pounds. She is the Slappin' Sensation, MACY RENQUIST!”
MACY RENQUIST:
No roar from the speakers, but the crowd still cheered quite emphatically when the former Lightweight Champion slipped into view from the left side of the screen. Clad in a short robe of dark green silk, Macy quickly undid the knotted sash and threw it away to reveal sporty white panties and a matching tank-top. No wrist or ankle tape tonight, though her long blonde hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail. Grinning as she offered her wrists and knees to Merle, Renquist stepped away when the inspection was over and made a show of smacking the back of her left hand into the cupped palm of her right hand.
Macy had just moved into what might be called a neutral corner when the Announcer spoke up again. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Liverpool, England, she stands at five feet five inches all and weighs in at fifty-four and a half kilos, she is the Boarding School Princess, ELIZABETH CROMWELL!”
ELIZABETH CROMWELL:
Cromwell emerged from the right side of the screen, the lithesome brunette wearing a robe that was identical to the American's, though hers was black rather than green. Dark eyes already locked on Renquist, Lizzie went to undo her robe, then paused to put her back to the camera. This didn't stop a great deal of the crowd from cheering their appreciation when Cromwell shod the garment, a fact that the brunette acknowledged by flipping a middle finger at the camera. Where Macy chose white, the Young Lioness went black, with elegant black briefs and a sleek tank-top. Unlike Renquist she made no attempt to approach the referee and she tossed the discarded robe at the poor dope's head. Startled for a moment, he draped it over one arm, then made another attempt to check Lizzie and got flipped off for his troubles.
“All right ladies.” Merle said after he'd set the robe aside. “Go to your corners and we'll get started.”
“Take your hair down first.” Cromwell sniped to her blonde adversary. “This is an Apartment Wrestling Match, not an intramural lacrosse game.”
“Don't quibble, Elizabeth.” the ref sighed. “Tradition doesn't equal rule in this case, Macy can wear her hair however she--” he would've said 'likes' if Renquist hadn't taken hold of the snug little hair-tie and pulled it loose without so much as a word. Merle stepped forward with a hand extended only to move back when the blonde hooked it around one thumb so she could shoot the band at Elizabeth with a quiet little snick!
Cromwell swatted it out of the air, favored Macy with a disgusted sneer, then turned around and padded to the far corner of the over-sized bed. Renquist moved to the opposite corner and climbed aboard before knee-walking her way to the middle of the mattress. The Young Lioness hung back long enough to confirm the gauche harlot wasn't going to rush her before things were official. Once satisfied, she slid on and moved out to meet her rival.
“Match is live as soon as you lock up.” Merle told his charges as they closed in on one another. “Not a moment before.”
“No need to rush, Merle.” Lizzie's voice was light, though her eyes held all the charm of a frozen moor. “This is the only time tonight Macy and I will be on the same level. No reason she can't take a few additional seconds to savor the illus--” Cromwell's mouth snapped shut when the Slappin' Sensation reached up with both hands and slipped them into the Briton's dark locks. She didn't pull, but she crooked her fingers just enough to let her rival feel the subtle scrape of nails on scalp.
“Whenever you're ready, honey.” Renquist murmured. “Hair-pull is alright, isn't it? Or would you prefer a Collar & Elbow?”
The utter lack of deference, let alone concern in Macy's dark eyes sent a shiver of rage down Elizabeth Cromwell's spine. “I'd prefer you screaming loud enough to rattle the windows.” the brunette answered even as she worked her fingers into Macy's flaxen locks in an answering grip. “But that will happen soon enough. For now I'm happy to watch the tears well at the corners of your eyes.”
Just like that she dug in and shoved back to earn a pained hiss from the American!
“You want to make me scream, you mean little snot?” Renquist growled as she twined her fingers around Cromwell's dark locks. “You'll have to pull a lot harder than that!” She emphasized the challenge with her own pull, Macy straightening her arms almost full length to wrench Lizzie's head backward at an awkward angle. The stereo pull meant the match had officially begun, though this wasn't immediately obvious to the FAWNatics since neither Lizzie or Macy let out a snarl or even yanked her foe's head from side to side. Rather, they continued to force the other woman's back, attempting to make her look up at the elegantly vaulted ceiling against her will. Neither achieved this goal and while the strain in their necks and the burn in their scalps was quite painful, the warring Lightweights refused to break eye contact with her nemesis.
Silence (save for the occasional hitched breath) reigned for almost fifteen seconds before Elizabeth growled, “Is that all you've brought tonight, Macy? I thought my promise to shame you would have spurred you to improve your skills even slightly, but it seems you're the same middling RRRHHHH!”
The Beach Blaster yanked the brunette's noggin forward and back almost half a dozen times, Renquist shaking Lizzie's skull with vicious, whiplash-inducing enthusiasm. “You think sounding tuff is enough to make me forget all those times I slapped you 'til you squealed? Not a chance, princess! Hearing you cry is a career highlighTHHRRRGGHHHH!”
Where Renquist yanked back and forth, Cromwell wrenched from side to side like she meant to pop Macy's head offa her shoulders! “You did nothing of the sort!”she hissed. “I merely gritted my teeth to better endure those calloused catcher's mitts you call hands. YOU however, you blubbered and bawled like a good little crybaby, didn't you? In fact, if it wasn't for you playing on Carpenter's sympathy at 'Mania, I would've ended your miserable career then and--”
CRAAACK!
Macy halved her hair grip, flattened that hand into a palm and shut Lizzie up with a brisk slap across the face! “Liars get slapped in the mouth.” Renquist explained. “Remember that, Cromwell. Liars get slapped in the mouOOOOOOWWWWW!”
The Briton loosed a hand from Macy's locks, but rather than erase the slap deficit she curled her fingers into talons and raaaaaaaaaaaked the blonde from her right temple all the way down to the point of her chin! “Trash gets shredded, Macy. Think you can remember that?” Elizabeth smacked her foe's cheek just because she could, then warmed her cheek with another prolonged rake. “And you are trash, aren't you? Nothing more than disgusting, garish beach trashHHAAAAARRRHHH!”
No strained silence anymore, Renquist resumed her two-fisted grip on the Briton's hair and down at an angle so sharp it'd either force Cromwell onto her back or guarantee she spent time in a neck brace once the match was over. Elizabeth chose the first option though she made sure Macy couldn't immediately capitalize by pulling the blonde's hair hard enough to wedge her chin to her sternum. Still, it wasn't hard to see that the Slappin' Sensation held an advantageous position when she scrambled forward to presumably sit every bit of her weight atop Lizzie's snarling features.
Calm (or at least as calm as one can be in the middle of a shrieking, Valkyrie fury) despite the impending threat of Renquist's rump, Cromwell continued to pull Macy's noggin down so she didn't have to reach as far when she popped her hips and threw a Scissors almost directly overhead! The Beach Blaster managed to avoid the first attempt entirely, but Lizzie's thrashing also thwarted her efforts to secure the Reverse Face Sit. “Settle down, brat!” Renquist loosed one hand from the Englishwoman's hair, flattened it into a paddle and CRA-CRA-CRAAACKED! a fusillade of sharp slaps against the porcelain washboard of Cromwell's midsection. “Settle down or the next set's coming for your briefSSNNNGGHH!”
Lizzie's second Scissors wasn't an unqualified success, but you couldn't call it a failure either because she drove an errant knee into Macy's forehead! Doing so slowed Renquist's mount efforts considerably and ensured she wasn't moving nearly so fast when Cromwell finally smecked the third Scissors around her neck. Abandoning the blonde's hair the instant she'd crossed her ankles, the Young Lioness snatched hold of Macy's wrists to keep those dangerous hands under control for the span of heartbeats needed to drag Renquist down to the mattress. “You can't threaten me, slattern!” Elizabeth sneered once she'd scrambled into position on her right side. “Nothing, absolutely NOTHING in your meager arsenal grants you the sort of freedom needed to threaten someone like--”
Macy was stretched out on her right side as well, though the presence of Cromwell's calves digging into her neck meant she wasn't enjoying it nearly as much. Even so, that didn't stop her from bringing her left leg up and over in an effort to get it hooked behind Elizabeth's he-- Lizzie released her grips on the blonde's wrists so she could swat aside the counter-Scissors with a whisper to spare. “A paltry first effort, exactly the sort of thing I'd expect from a would-be day shift stripper such as yourself.” Cromwell sniped even as she made Macy groan with the first prolonged constriction of her lithesome legs. “Frankly I'm surprised you showed up for this match wearing more than a day-glo G-string and body glittRGH! RGH! RGH!”
Renquist might've been caught in those Headscissors but her hands were free and that meant she was still quite dangerous, as Lizzie discovered when the former Lightweight Champion delivered more than half a dozen vicious slaps to her left flank before securing a mean claw-grip just above the brunette's hip! “Just keep running your mouth, bitch.” Macy grunted even as her white-knuckle gouging brought an ugly grimace to Lizzie's pretty face. “We both know you're still a two-time loser who can't take a fraction of what she dishes ouOW! OW! OW! OW! OOOOWWWW OOOHHHHH FAAAHK YOU!”
Rather than counter talons with talons, Lizzie treated the Slappin' Sensation to a taste of her own medicine, namely at least a dozen high-speed slaps delivered to Renquist's buns, Cromwell alternating between cheeks before snatching hold of her rival's waistband so she could yank it into the most salacious of thongs! “What's wrong, don't want to show off your tan-lines?” Lizzie scoffed as she yanked the distended material back and forth. “Surely all the disgusting neckbeards on your Only Fans have already paid for the DUBIOUS pleasure of inspecting them pixel by pixHHHRRGGGHHH!”
Macy slipped her calves around Cromwell's head, crossed her ankles and yanked the Boarding School Princess down to the comforter even as she began to squeeeeeeeeeeeze. This new pressure meant Lizzie forgot all about the wedgie in order to hasten her escape from the blonde's stems and though Macy was keen to ease the burning sting, she endured for now so she could grab her own handful of Cromwell's black briefs. “Bitch.” Elizabeth emphasized the warning by bearing down on her own Scissors. “Whatever tawdry thought has crossed your mind, I strongly advise you to reconsider--YOU TACKY SLUT!” Macy's grip suggested she was thinking of wedgie retaliation so it came as a genuine surprise when she pulled Cromwell's fightin' briefs down around her thighs!
The Young Lioness couldn't do much about the slight without disengaging entirely and she was in no mood for that sort of leniency so she bore down on her own Scissors and continued to raise the blonde's already elevated waistband by a few more eye-watering inches. “ASK HER!” Elizabeth barked at Merle when she heard a gasp hitch in her opponent's throat. “Ask the little dumpster diver if she's had enoOW! OW! OW! OW! HOW DARE YOU!”
Renquist hadn't bothered weaponizing Cromwell's briefs which meant both hands were free to dish out the searing bongo-beat that raised immediate palm-shaped welts on Elizabeth's previously unmarred backside! The angle was such that Macy could only deliver with a fraction of her usual force, meaning an actual slap-out was nigh impossible. But what she lost in velocity she made up for in sheer volume, the Slappin' Sensation more than living up to her nickname as she played some callipygian calypso on Cromwell's rapidly reddening rear!
“How dare I?” Macy huffed to the squirming Englishwoman. “How dare you!? As if I'd EVER submit to a chick who's getting her ass, excuse me, her BARE ass, paddled in front of the whole worlAAAARRRHHHHH!”
Lizzie released her grip on the blonde's togs so she could CLAP both cheeks with a simultaneous swat that immediately led into a round of pitiless clawing and kneading! “YOU WILL SUBMIT!” Cromwell shrieked as she dug her nails into the deep crease that separated thigh from buttock. “You'll BEG and you'll PLEAD and you'll CRY to save yourself from meEEERRRRHHHHHH!”
Renquist balled her left hand into a fist, but rather than target her opponent's buns she pounded half a dozen mean little punches into the Briton's left kidney! The resumed assault on her flank forced Lizzie to relinquish her claws in favor of bolstering her defenses, a task that was already difficult thanks to the mutual Headscissors.
Much as it pained her to end a skirmish in anything less than total control of her adversary, Cromwell gave Macy's skull a final powerful squeeze before breaking the Scissors so she could brace one foot against the Floridian's tummy and push her away with a single strong kick! Renquist hadn't released her own Scissors so there was an audible 'pwop!' when Lizzie's head came loose, otherwise there wasn't much more than the squeak of the bed frame and quiet thrum of the air conditioner as the rivals tumbled away to opposite sides of the bed.
Grateful for the reprieve (not that they'd ever admit it), blonde and brunette slipped off the edge of the mattress to the floor so they could keep a baleful eye on their nemesis as they caught their breath. Still fuming over the partial stripping, Cromwell quickly pulled her briefs back into place before 'snapping' the material tight with a practiced flick of her index fingers. Macy was a bit more delicate in her machinations, the Beach Blaster very subtly gritting her teeth as she undid the brutal wedgie inflicted by the Young Lioness.
“You're a tawdry disgrace, Renquist.” Elizabeth muttered in the midst of smoothing back her hair. “Trying to strip me down so you can capitalize on a distraction rather best me in honest combat. Not that I'm surprised, it's blatantly obvious every time we lock up that you're no match for--”
“Check the scoreboard you whiny little poseur.” Macy interrupted. “You've already lost the Best of Three. This match here? This is just me proving that I can beat you in your favorite match because god knows you'd NEVER have the guts to face me on the beac--”
“I. Don't. Slum.” Cromwell enunciated each word perfectly before climbing back onto the mattress. “You're the one who still has to prove her worth, Macy Renquist. I'm a multi-time champion and the greatest Lightweight wrestler since that Sensational strumpet. You? You slapped out a lot of drunken slobs on Youtube and somehow parlayed it into a contract with the greatest wrestling promotion on the planet. Even worse, you managed to befoul the Lightweight title, MY TITLE, with your awful stink and it's only grown worse in the hands of that kleptom--”
“Shut up.” Renquist's tone was cold and threatening in the otherwise welcoming space. “Just shut your mouth, Cromwell.”
“What's wrong, dear?” Lizzie was all sweet malice as she settled down on her hands and knees. “Don't like hearing the truth? I'm afraid that's all you'll get from these lips. Because we both know you'd be less than nothing if Amy Jane Giardi, in a fit of what I can only assume was temporary madness, decided to see if she could mold a piece of shit into something resembling a professional wrest--”
Macy pounced onto the bed and went straight for a hair-pull that could've denuded the Englishwoman's scalp if Cromwell hadn't caught Renquist's head in both hands and jammed her thumbs into the other woman's eyes! The Beach Blaster shrieked aloud or at least started to, the sound didn't even last long enough to echo because Elizabeth jerked her in close and THUMPED a Kneelift into the pit of her stomach! Renquist let out a gasping 'OOOOOFFFHH!' and tried to draw Cromwell into a sloppy clinch that amounted to little more than throwing her arms around the brunette's shoulders.
Lizzie could've slipped loose with little more than a strong shrug, so it spoke volumes when she shook the blonde's head from side to side and thum-thum-THUMPED three more Kneelifts into her rival's belly. “Get your filthy hands off of me!” Cromwell demanded after the blows struck home. “Actually, I have a better idea. Get out of my sight!”
Macy was far too preoccupied sucking wind to offer a response but this didn't seem to concern the Boarding School Princess in the slightest. Dipping down until her forehead was brushing the comforter, Elizabeth wedged her head between the blonde's thighs while simultaneously bracing her palms against the other wrestler's thighs. Just like that she let out a ferocious bellow and straightened up full force to send Renquist tumbling up and over with an AHW style Back Body Drop! Now, being on her knees in the middle of a large mattress meant Lizzie couldn't get the usual height or impact with her toss, yet the Briton was still all smiles when she heard / felt the awkward bounce-THUD of Macy tumbling from the bed to the floor!
“HAH! That's right, beach trash!” Cromwell shouted in triumph. “Stay on the floor, that's just where garbage like you belongs!”
From somewhere a few feet below, the Slappin' Sensation rolled onto her hands and knees and groaned, “Truuuhhhh...trash belongs in a dumpster, asshole. You know all about that, rigNNNGGHH!”
In no mood for anything from the blonde that wasn't sobbing capitulation, Lizzie scrambled to her feet just to hop off the bed and STAMP her heels between Macy's shoulders! Renquist was driven face and chest-first into the carpet, the impact of it causing her vision to explode in starry sworls that were still weaving intricate patterns when Cromwell grabbed hold of her right knee and ankle. “Oh yes, I know EXACTLY what to do with trash.” Lizzie giggled as she began to draaaaaaaaaaaag the flattened Floridian away from the bed. “I put the fraud Starfire in her place and I'll do the same to you...when the time is right.”
She would've gone on if Merle hadn't cleared his throat and noted, “Remember the rules, Elizabeth. Falls, submissions and knockouts only count when you're both on the bed.”
Still holding the blonde's limbs in a firm grasp, Cromwell batted her eyes at the official and purred, “My dear sir, that's why we're out here. Can't have this grotty little wanker surrendering too early, can we?”
“Guuuhhhh... go fuck yourself, CromHHHRRRGGGHH!” Macy's defiance gave way to a pained wail when the Young Lioness raised her left foot and stamped down on her ribs!
“You will learn respect for your betters.” Lizzie sniffed as she continued to pull the Beach Blaster into an awkward 'C' shape. “You will learn deference.” Cromwell shifted her foot so that heel was grinding against Renquist's defenseless flank. “Most of all, you will learn the value of profound, obeisant silence!” Elizabeth punished her foe with another vicious stomp-pull combination, the catty Bow & Arrow putting tremendous strain on her foe's ribs and spine, as well as her shoulder and hip.
Fuming over the pain of her predicament and the condescension in her foe's voice, Renquist grit her teeth, then braced her left elbow against the carpet to create a pivot point that allowed her to slowly turn onto that si--“OOOOOOFFFFHH!”
Lizzie drew her foot back just to snap it forward, the svelte brunette gouging a sharp Toe Kick into her prey's ribs! “Where do you think you're going?” Cromwell sneered at her groaning rival. “Wasn't I JUST explaining the need for deference?” Without waiting for an answer she dropped to a seat so she could brace both feet against the blonde's vulnerable flank and then puuuuuuuuuuuuuuull back even harder than before.
“AAAWWGAAAAAAH!” Macy hated herself but she couldn't hold back a scream as the Bow & Arrow drew her from a 'C' to a 'U'. “Scream all you like, beach trash.” Elizabeth chortled over the sounds of her foe's distress. “Just don't waste any precious oxygen on a submission. Merle can't acknowledge such blubbering and I simply don't ca--”
“You couldn't submit me on your best day.” Macy grunted. “You're barely competent as a catfighter, your actual wrestling skills? Pathetic. If it wasn't for the hair-pull you'd be capable of maybe, what, four moveNGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Lizzie pulled one foot away, then pistoned it into the Slappin' Sensation's ribs no less than half a dozen times. “You arrogant little shit.” Cromwell hissed. “Speak to me like that again and I'll--”
“Snivel and cry and whine?” Macy huffed. “Don't need to tell me, honey. I already--”
Lizzie shrieked with anger and pulled her knees up to her chest, presumably to kick straight through the insufferable blonde twit. But the preparation for such a decisive blow relinquished the binding strain on her opponent and Macy capitalized by wrenching free of Cromwell's manacles in a single convulsive twist. This sudden rearrangement left Renquist set on one knee almost directly in front of her fuming rival, thus ensuring that Lizzie didn't hesitate to unleash the readied Mule Kick, though now her target was the other woman's ch-- Macy threw herself backward and brought both hands up to not only avoid Cromwell's attack, but to snatch hold of her ankles as well!
“DAMN YOU! LET GO OF ME!” Elizabeth kicked and wriggled, fighting furiously to break Macy's grip even as the Beach Blaster hurried back to verticality. “I SAID LET GO, DAMMIT!” Cromwell shouted at her furious rival. “GET YOUR GRUBBY LITTLE HANDS OFFWHOAH!”
Macy yanked the brunette's legs out full length, then surged forward to stack her up on her shoulders just long enough to shove Lizzie over into an awkward somersault that resulted in the started grappler landing awkwardly on her knees. Thrown momentarily off balance by the sudden tumble, Cromwell flipped some hair out of her face, then hurried to vertic-CRAAACK! Renquist's right hand flicked out like a five-fingered bullwhip, her first genuine Bitch Slap of the match catching Lizzie across the cheek with enough force to snap the Brit's head back in a cloud of dark hair!
Halfway to her feet when the strike landed, Cromwell crumpled to a knee before trying to rise aga--CRAAACK! Macy clouted her again, the hard-eyed blonde drawing back her arm for a great, gaudy Bitch Slap that spun Elizabeth around in a woozy half circle.
“Truuuhhh...tramp.” Cromwell's voice was muffled because she'd pressed a hand to the welt blazing on the right side of her face. “I swear you'll pay for treating me so shoddilHHRRGHHNNHH!”
Renquist stamped up behind Elizabeth, snatched a double handful of hair and rushed her over to the wall where she promptly THUNKED her forehead against the elegantly minimalist plaster. The sound of skull on wall was satisfying enough, indeed Renquist enjoyed it so much she bounced the brunette's noggin twice more in rapid succession, but once she finished the set she wheeled Lizzie around so they could go face to face once more.
“You're the one who needs to learn, Liz.” Macy grabbed hold of Cromwell's wrists and pinned them up over her head so she could control them both with one hand. “The lesson for tonight? Talk shit, get hit!”
The set of Elizabeth's jaw suggested she'd already prepared for another slap, which was why Macy took such pleasure in slamming a white-knuckled fist into the brunette's trim tummy! Cromwell gasped and started to double over, though she couldn't get far thanks to the Floridian's manacle-like control on her wrists. Certain that Liz was too stubborn (or dense) to grasp the lesson after a single demonstration, Renquist drew back her punchin' hand and shoveled home almost a dozen more, the lithesome little blonde just pistoning the pain into her rival's rapidly-softening tummy. Eventually Lizzie's legs started to give way, so Macy doubled down on the her Wristlocks to haul the Englishwoman up on her toes.
Tummy to tummy with the Young Lioness, Renquist drew back just to drive her body into Cromwell's with a loud SMECK! “Ready to take it back to bed, cutie?” she murmured. “Or can we keep at it out here? I'm more than happy to trounce your prissy little ass all over the penthouse before I finish you forAAAARRRGGHHHH!”
Lizzie leaned in, lowered her head and sank her teeth into the soft flesh between Macy's left shoulder and the base of her neck. This Brewster-esque chewing continued unabated for several seconds and might've gone on for much longer if the Slappin' Sensation hadn't gathered her senses and THUMPED the broadside of her right knee into the other wrestler's tummy. “Should've known that's how you'd want it.” Macy huffed as she felt the brunette gasp against her shoulder. “OK princess, you want mean? I'll give you mean.”
“Please.” Lizzie rasped. “As if a petulant little slap fighter such as yourself knows anything about true viciousneSSAAAAOOOOOWWW YOU BITCH!” Renquist punished Cromwell with a bite of her own, then upped the ante by filling her hands with the brunette's modest bounty!
Lizzie wailed in pain, anger and more than a little embarrassment. Such catty punishments were HERS to dole out and yet here this filthy little pretender was daring handle her so roughly! Teeth gnashing as the blonde continued to knead and gnaw, Cromwell snatched at her attacker's hair with both hands and when that didn't provide immediate relief she trekked south in search of Macy's waistband. She'd just grabbed a sturdy handful when Macy relinquished all three of her hooks and peppered the brunette's elegant features with a brisk volley of slaps! These alone weren't enough to fully dissuade Elizabeth from the wedgie and she earned a sharp gasp with a single tug that put the tawdry American up on tiptoe.
“I'll saw you in half.” Cromwell promised in the midst of jerking Renquist's briefs as hard as she could. “Saw you right up the middle, then stuff these smutty bottoms in your mouth when the job is DUUHHHNNN!”
Macy grabbed onto Lizzie's shoulders to hold her steady just long enough to gouge a Kneelift into the center of Cromwell's black briefs! “What're you gonna do, huh?” the Beach Blaster asked, her voice hot and mean in the other wrestler's face even as she continued to grind her knee against Liz's undercarriage.
“I'm... I'm gonna fuck you up.” Cromwell whispered through lips that wouldn't quite part. She'd shifted from the wedgie to a rude, groping squeeze of Macy's mostly-bare buns, but those usually rapacious claws were little more than a clumsy massage when compared to the mortar and pestle grind of blonde knee and brunette crotch.
Dark eyes locked on her wincing adversary, Macy held her tongue until she was absolutely certain that Elizabeth knew she was losing this skirmish. Only then did she answer. “I'll fuck you up worse, Lizzie. That's a promise.”
One more truncated Kneelift silenced any response Cromwell might've prepared, it also allowed Renquist to draw her foe away from the wall and down into a Front Facelock. Slinging the Boarding School Princess' near arm across her shoulders, Macy grabbed a handful of briefs just above Elizabeth's right hip and made her 'eep!' with a stinging half-wedgie delivered half a heartbeat before she marched backward across the plush carpet. Pausing only when she felt the bed frame and mattress brushing against the backs of her thighs, Renquist took a few steps forward to put some distance between herself and 'the ring'. Not entirely sure how her next move might play out, the former Lightweight Champion threw caution to the wind and did the same to Elizabeth, or rather, she set her feet and popped her hips to muscle the taller wrestler directly overhead.
Pleased to feel the arrogant Brit utterly within her power, Renquist made a point to jostle and tug her foe's distended bottoms for a few seconds before pivoting slightly to drop / toss Elizabeth onto the mattress without actually having to drop back herself. Now, a Vertical Suplex delivered upon a mattress doesn't deliver the same body-wracking hurt as one delivered atop canvas-sheathed plywood, yet Macy's version was far from painless as it drove the air from Cromwell's lungs and bounced the back of her head against the near edge. Upper lip raised in a pained grimace, Lizzie rolled onto her tummy and slid backward to put some much needed distance between herself and the Slappin' Sensat--“NOOO!”
Cromwell cried out shrilly, her usual icy confidence worn down to a brittle near-panic when Macy filled her hands with those dark locks and draaaaaaaaaagged her back to the edge of the bed. Not OFF the edge, mind you, Renquist arranged her rival so her head over, all the better for the blonde to clamp her thighs around the brunette's noggin in a Standing Headscissors. The first hard squeeze made Cromwell squeal and thrash, the trapped Briton able to rake her nails across Macy's thighs and glutes before the blonde caught hold of her wrists. “That's the last time you'll use me like a scratching post.” Macy growled as she folded Elizabeth's arms up between her shoulders in a stereo Hammerlock.
“Giggling slattern!” Lizzie rocked from side to side, desperate to escape the pressure on her skull and the strain in her shoulders. “I'll use you however I damned well pleasSOOOOOOWWWW!”
Renquist crossed the brunette's wrists in a stubby 'X' that let her control both hands with only one of her own. “Slap or wedgie, Lizzie?” Macy jostled in place so that the shelf of her buttocks smacked against the base of Cromwell's skull. “Any preference, prissy?”
“I PREFER YOU SCREAMING!” Elizabeth shrieked. “SCREAMING AND BEGGING AND SNIVELING LIKE THE TRASH YOUAAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!”
Macy flattened her free hand into a paddle and let loose on those British buns, Renquist searing each with several good swats before she hooked onto Cromwell's bottoms and compounded the callipygian cruelty with a prolonged wedgie. “Ask her!” Macy switched from tugging to raking and then to squeezing, the vindictive blonde doing everything in her power to ensure Elizabeth Cromwell never forgot the feel of her nails. “Ask the snotty little penthouse princess if her ass has had enough!”
“What do you say, Lizzie?” Merle repeated the question in far less inflammatory language. “Do you need me to call it?”
“NEVER!” Elizabeth sobbed an immediate denial. “I DON'T SUBMIT TO TRAHRGH! HRGH! HRGH!”
Macy shifted focus back to the Hammerlocks so she could hop / bounce in place, the aggrieved blonde just bludgeoning Cromwell's defenseless noggin with her sturdy backside. “Good thing I'm not trash, huh?” Renquist paused her assault for a moment so she could scrub her glutes across the back of the Young Lioness' skull. “We both know I'm better than you, Lizzie. And you've never had a problem submitting to your bettOOOOWWWWWW BITCH!”
Liz couldn't free her hands from Macy's grasp, however the repeated bouncing had loosened those crushing Scissors just enough for Cromwell to twist her head and chomp down on the inside of Renquist's right thigh! Forcing herself to endure to the Brit's burning teeth for a few heartbeats more, Macy wrenched up on the Double Hammerlock until she felt rather than heard Elizabeth squeal against her leg. Immediately thereafter she released Cromwell's hands and made her pay with three absolutely vicious overhand Bitch Slaps delivered directly to the slim curve of Lizzie's wriggling rump! These CRAAACKING reverberations actually caused the brunette to bite down harder, but those teeth alone weren't enough to stop Renquist from abandoning the Headscissors now that she done the desired damage.
Scrambling onto the bed beside her disheveled opponent, Macy stood up and punished Elizabeth with several quick stomps to the lower back as well as a single Double Stomp to the brunette's reddened buns. This last shot almost caused the Slappin' Sensation to lose her balance, though she managed to right herself after taking a knee. “Don't think you're gonna crawl away to escape.” Renquist caught hold of Cromwell's ankles and dragged her to the center of the over-sized bed. “There's nowhere to hide from me in--”
Lizzie wrenched free, flipped over onto her back and lashed out with a Mule Kick that would've skewered Macy's tummy if the blonde hadn't caught her ankles again! “Damn you!” Elizabeth thrashed from side to side and pounded a fist against the comforter, the brunette clearly frustrated by Renquist dominating what she viewed as her turf. “I'd never hide from you! YOU'RE the one who couldn't show her disgusting face after 'Mania! And you'll NEVER live down the shame of what I do to you WHOAANNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!”
Macy stretched Lizzie's legs in an awkward 'V', but rather than stomp on those vulnerable briefs she vaulted through and THUMPED a beautiful Elbow Drop into the Englishwoman's sternum! Slick though it was, such a maneuver probably wouldn't have warranted a cover within the confines of the squared circle, yet here in the penthouse Macy swung a leg over and sat on Lizzie's throat so that the former Lightweight Champ's chin was wedged in the southern slope of her glutes.
“PINNED!” she called to Merle. “Count her down!”
Pleased for something to do, the referee swooped in alongside his charges and slapped the mattress...
ONE....
TWO...
THR--“OOOOOWWWWW!”
Renquist hadn't bothered to contain her foe's arms during the cover and she paid a high price when Lizzie snatched a double handful of her briefs and raised them to the center of her back! Not only that, the furious brunette lifted her head and chomped down on one encroaching cheek! Macy wailed and rushed to get away from Cromwell's teeth and claws, a departure that was further expedited when the Boarding School Princess braced both feet against the blonde's tush and shoved as hard as she could! Renquist flew across their plush battleground and would've rearranged the headboard with her face if she hadn't braced her palms against it with half a second to spare. She was breathing hard after this near disaster when Lizzie crawled up behind her and SLAMMED a vicious Uppercut between her thighs!
“AAUUGGGAAAAAHHH!” Macy sobbed as she crumpled to her knees with both hands pressed to her aching groin.
“Oh I'm sorry, did you think you were going to leave this room without soaking it in your tears?” a pale-faced but smirking Cromwell asked as she slid her fingers into the blonde's long hair. “If so, you're even more pathetic than I realized!”
Renquist didn't get a chance to respond, Lizzie simply reared back and drove her forehead into the headboard with a brain-rattling THWHUNK! The Beach Blaster shuddered from end to end, tried to push away and took two more head slams for her trouble.
“Not feeling so feisty any more, are we?” Elizabeth was once again the image of prim and proper civility even though her dark eyes flashed with malice as she looked over the stunned expanse of her foe. “I just hope you're not too stunned to scream. Oh, what am I saying, of course you're not too stunned to scream!”
On that note she got up, laid claim to Macy's ankles and dragged her groaning bulk back to the center of the mattress. At the moment Renquist wasn't doing much of anything save groaning and cradling her head in both hands. This was simply far too quiet for Lizzie's liking because she stretched the blonde's legs in a 'V' wide enough to make her wince, then reared back and snapped a Toe Kick into the fork of her opponent's crotch!
“BITCH!” the Slappin' Sensation shrieked to high heaven and writhed like a downed power-line, alas her ankles remained in Cromwell's possession which ensured the BSP's unfettered access to her bottoms would continue through the foreseeable future.
“That's 'Elizabeth' to you, dear.” Lizzie chirped even as she shifted her kickin' foot so that the heel grrrrrrrrrroooouuund against Macy's defenseless center. “Though now that I think about it, I don't believe I ever want to hear my name sullied by your tawdry mouth. So unleash whatever vulgarities you prefer, just know that I'll punish each and every one of them.” Cromwell bounced in place to inflict a bit more pain with her heel before shifting back to her big toe, which dug and gouged at the thin expanse of her rival's cotton armor. “And now that we understand each other, I do believe it's time you started bawling!”
Macy shook her head 'no', a bit of nonverbal defiance that quickly gave way to more pained wails when the Young Lioness dropped to her tush and wedged BOTH heels against the blonde's womanhood! Tugging on Renquist's ankles like she was working on some lunatic's idea of a rowing machine, Cromwell hunched forward and leaned back no less than half a dozen times before hoisting herself into a low bridge that put even more pressure on Macy's undercarriage. “Ask her, Merle!” Lizzie called to the ref when several more seconds brought nothing in the way of cogent capitulation. “And if she balks, remind her there's no ropes to save her this--”
“KISS MY ASS, BRAT!” Macy had pushed up on her hands in an effort to combat the catty tactic but so far she'd only managed to put some strain on her lower back. “Yuuuhhhh....you call me beach trash, then crawl into my panties first chance you get? You're no lioness, you fight like a nasty whOORRRGGGHHHH!”
Elizabeth drew back her right foot and kick-stomped Renquist's briefs harder than ever! “Don't even think about submitting now, slattern.” Cromwell muttered as she scooted forward far enough to slide her shins beneath the blonde's biceps. This adjustment also let her trap Macy's ankles against her biceps when the Briton leaned forward and snatched onto her foe's wrists. “You besmirch me so blatantly, then beg for mercy? Mercy is only for the humble and you, you little bitch, are not humble. At least not yet!”
More than happy to correct this particular character flaw, Lizzie leaned forward, then cranked back on the Floridian's captured wrists to lift her head and chest off the comforter with a spine-wrenching Surfboard! Renquist ground her teeth, shook her head 'no' and fought to twist her wrists free of Lizzie's grasp, which only caused the lithesome brunette to rock the hold that much harder, each subsequent descent driving Macy's face against the mattress with a soft, implacable THUMP!
Eventually Lizzie stopped rocking and settled into a comfortable seat that put the most strain on her rival's spine. “Show off that runny mascara for the cretins at home!” Cromwell suggested. “Perhaps a round of ugly crying before I allow you to sing your--”
“Fuck you, honey.” the Beach Blaster groaned. “The accent, the smug little smirk, the superior attitude, none of it fools me. Under all that dressing you're nothing but trasSSHAAAARRRHHHHH!”
Furious at the slander, Lizzie surged forward and in doing so abandoned her hold on the blonde's wrists. Any relief Macy might've felt over this freedom disintegrated the instant Cromwell buried her hands in those long blonde tresses and pulled back even harder than before! “What was that, dear girl?” the Briton drew Macy's hair back into a rough ponytail, twisted a length or two around her right hand and poured even more power into snatching Renquist bald. “Who precisely, is trash? Go ahead, you can say her na--”
“YOU ARE!” the blonde roared as she secured a desperate grip on her tormentor's wrists. “YOU'RE TRASH, LIZZGGAAARRRHHH!”
Elizabeth halved the hair-hold so she could slip three fingers on that hand into the corner of Macy's mouth! An identical Fishhook joined the first within seconds, the pair of cheek distending tortures peeling Renquist's lips back into a hideous smile. “Submit.” Cromwell demanded. She hadn't used any version of the Prep School Pull to finish a match in ages, but she KNEW this combination of Fishhook and Surfboard would break Macy Renquist's paltry will. “As loud as you can, as long as you can. And make yourself understood. I won't waste any time trying to decipher the incomprehensible slobbering of defeated beach traOOOOWWWWW!”
Fishhooks, while painful and humiliating for the victim, were not without a large degree of risk for the attacker, as Elizabeth was reminded when the Beach Blaster started to chew on her intruding digits! “SQUALID SLATTERN!” Cromwell removed one hook so she could bury that hand in Renquist's hair for an equally vicious tug. “Keep your filthy little teeth away fromAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!”
Macy did not, in fact she did the exact opposite by catching hold of Elizabeth's wrist and repositioning her hand for more aggressive gnawing. With her own teeth grinding against the ever-mounting pain, Lizzie gave up all pretense to the Fishhook and concentrated on pulling the Floridian's hair until-- mutual wails from both ladies as the mounting pain forced both to abandon their grips and roll in opposite directions.
Given the hitching shoulders and wet, furious eyes, it'd be hard to pick either as a winner of the latest skirmish, though the ragged clump of flax in the Englishwoman's clenched fist might've given her a slight edge. The jagged smile on Lizzie's face certainly suggested she thought the same, though her expression changed to a moue of distaste when she presented the tuft of hair on an upraised palm. “I believe this rat's nest is yours. Would you like it back? Or can I throw it in the trash with the rest of yoNNNNNNGGHHHHH!”
Macy lunged forward and CRAAACKED Cromwell across the cheek with a Bitch Slap that sounded like a rifle shot! “Why don't you go ahead and eat it?” Renquist suggested as Lizzie couldn't help but press a hand to the welt that seemingly covered half her face. “You should have some practice with soft foods so you don't have any problems chewing once I slap the teeth out of your goddamned mouNNNNNGGGHH!”
The Young Lioness slapped her back and though it didn't echo quite as loudly as her nemesis' effort, it still put the Beach Blaster's head on a swivel. “Spare me your threats, Macy Renquist. You may have the pluck necessary to dominate an intoxicated slap and tickle session on some nameless beach, but you utterly lack the steel required to defeat an adversary that means to do you real and lasting harm.” Elizabeth smiled, despite the ache it caused on the welted side of her face. “And rest assured, my poor, sweet beach trash. I mean to inflict the sort of harm that lasts a very long--”CRAAACK!
Renquist tagged her foe with another whistling Slap, one that landed flush with the welt raised by the first. “Do it then, if you can.” she challenged. “Remember this hand? You tried to break it at 'Mania, but it just slapped you hard enough to bring tears to your eyes. You're all talk, Elizabeth. That's why you lose when we fi--”
CRACK!
“You may have whimpered at 'Mania.” the Briton hissed. “Tonight however, you will SOB!” She fired off a third slap which Macy immediately returned and just like that the war was on! No ladylike exchange of shots here, this was the hockey brawl of slap fights with blonde and brunette throwing hands as fast and hard as they could. Shoulders, biceps, flanks, thighs and buttocks, all were targets and targeted in return, but the brunt of their massed ire was focused on the hated other's face, Elizabeth and Macy both risking legitimate shoulder injury to quite literally slap the taste from her nemesis' mouth. The exchange was dead even for the first thirty seconds but not long after Cromwell's hand went from tingling to numb and the brunette found herself lagging behind the Beach Blaster. First it was two to one, then three to one and then she was covering up behind her forearms, Lizzie keening in disgusted outrage as Renquist just. Kept. Slapping. And slapping. And slapping. And slap-- Renquist grabbed hold of the brunette's wrists and prized her hands apart after a brief struggle.
“Yuuuhhhh... you're covering up, Lizzie.” she rasped. “On the beach that means you've quiTNNNNNGGGHHHHHH!”
The Boarding School Princess drew away like she didn't want to hear what Macy had to say, yet this proved nothing more than a feint to lure the blonde into leaning forward for the Headbutt Cromwell SLAMMED between her eyes! Blinking away tears even as her world vanished in a flash of white, Renquist raised her hands to her aching face only to feel them yanked in the direction of, “OOOOWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHK!”
Lizzie set her thumbs against the pressure points in Macy's wrists and pressed for all she was worth while simultaneously chomping down on her foe's fingers! “Ask her!” Cromwell's demand was slightly garbled by those helpless digits when she addressed Merle. “Before I bite off her bloody fingers!”
“What do you say, Macy?” the ref queried. “Do you want to submit? Say the word and I'll--”
“NOOOOOOOOOO!” Renquist hated the sound of her own voice but the burn in her fingers and the creeping numbness in her forearms made for a hellish combination. “NOOOOOOOO I DON'T SUBMI-OOOOHHHHHHHH SHIT STOPPIT YOU EVIL BITCHHHEERRRRGGGHHH!”
Lizzie, sensing a crack she could exploit to the fullest, did everything she could to jab her thumbs through the blonde's wrists while also trying to amputate her fingers at the first knuckle! Ultimately neither of these tactics prevailed and the growing ache in her own hands forced the Boarding School Princess to relinquish her grip on Macy's wrists. Alas this proved no relief for the Slappin' Sensation as Cromwell promptly stretched her arms out at her sides, then brought them together for a thunderous Mongolian Chop that CLAAAPPED against her nemesis' ears!
Smiling even before she spit out Renquist's fingers, Elizabeth wiped the back of one hand across her mouth, then grabbed Macy by the hair and huffed, “How do you like being slapped, slattern? Huh? How do you like it?!” Lizzie demanded answers with three more slaps to the Floridan's face, but got nothing but a whine and burbled cursing. “I think it's time we finished this charade.” Cromwell somehow managed to sound exhausted and galvanized as she stood up on the bed and forced Macy to do the same.
For an Apartment Wrestling Match that'd shown precious little wrestling up to this point, Merle was surprised to see Lizzie secure a Front Facelock before slinging the blonde's near arm across her shoulders. He grew downright concerned when the Boarding School Princess reached across Macy's torso with her free arm and scooped the crippled Beach Blaster onto the point of her right shoulder. “Awful close to the edge there, Elizabeth.” Merle cautioned his charge. “Let's just take a couple steps back and--” the zebra's mouth snapped shut when Cromwell did the exact opposite by hopping off the mattress with Macy still dangling in her clutches! There was no drop in the bedroom that matched anything from the top rope in a standard wrestling ring, but administering her Prep School Expulsion from the bed to the floor was pretty damned close if the shocked gasps of the FAWNatics and Merle's own pained grimace were any indication.
PREP SCHOOL EXPULSION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_iI6MuTBkg
The awful THWHUMP of Renquist's skull meeting the carpeted floor was another strong sign, as was the boneless way she tumbled into a starfish beside the smirking brunette who made a show of shifting to her knees before she placed both hands on Macy's tummy and called out, “One, two, three, you're finished!” She paused, her prim smile growing noticeably darker. “But I'm not.”
Knowing full well the match was still live, Cromwell helped herself to a double handful of hair, then stood up and hauled Renquist to a knock-kneed parody of verticality that came to an abrupt end when Lizzie hooked one arm over Macy's shoulder and slipped the other between her thighs, all the better to scoop the blonde up once more. No second Expulsion this, instead Elizabeth turned around and slammed / dropped her burden on the mattress so Macy was stretched out full length with her head hanging over the edge. Eyes fluttering, head throbbing, Macy Renquist could only breathe deep once she was returned to the bed and even that grew exponentially more difficult when Elizabeth sidled forward and wedged her noggin between her thighs for a simple torture that was equal parts Inverted Headscissors and Reverse Face Sit!
“Mmmmpppggghhhhhhhhhh!” Renquist's hands flew to those smothering glutes as her nose was pinched close and her mouth was mashed against her tormentor's thinly-sheathed undercarriage. But her hands, which had mere minutes earlier slapped Lizzie into a wet-eyed stupor, did little more than push and knead at those encroaching buttocks, much to the delight of the Young Lioness.
“Admiring my bum, are you?” she giggled after crossing her ankles to deliver a long squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze. “I can hardly blame you, it's really quite spectacular. And I must admit, I've always admired your tummy, though I must warn you, I'm a bit rougher in my appreciation.”
The words were still on her lips when Cromwell snatched the bottom edge of Macy's tank-top and yanked it up high enough to bare her belly and breasts! Renquist's hands instinctively flew to her chest which meant her midsection was defenseless when Lizzie pressed her nails to the bare flesh and RAKED as hard as she could! She inflicted two more savage scorings before the wailing blonde swatted her hands aside and then Cromwell simply shifted her talons northward for a groping, white-knuckle squeeze of blonde bounty!
“Who's the winner?” Lizzie chirped when she shifted from clawing to pinching, the vicious Englishwoman working her wrists in tight little half circles that made Macy's shrieks reverberate against her backside. “Who is the winner, beach trash?” Cromwell's tone grew far more demanding as she worked her torture.
“FUUUUUUUHHHH-FUGH YUUUUUUUUU!”
Macy's counter-squeeze did nothing but anger the Boarding School Princess, so much so that she relinquished the pincer and grabbed hold of Renquist's white briefs at each hip so she could punish her with an agonizing Inverted Wedgie! “Tummy, tits, and twat, you can't defend any of it, beach trash! So I ask you again, WHO is the winner?”
Renquist suddenly reached out and slapped at the mattress with one desperate hand. “SUHBMID!” she wailed. “AYSUHBM--”
“I KNOW YOU SUBMIT!” Elizabeth roared over the sobbing concession. “I ASKED YOU WHO WON? WHO MADE YOU CRY?”
“YUUUUHHHHH...YUUUDHID!” a spasm racked Macy's limber frame as she was forced to admit such humiliation.
Even then, Elizabeth wasn't satisfied. “WHO?” She raked Renquist's tummy harder than ever before resuming the titty-twisting terror.
“YOO! EHLIZABEDTH!”
The Young Lioness rose up on her tiptoes so the blonde could breath, albeit with great effort. “What did you say?
“Elizabeth.” Macy rasped miserably.
“Elizabeth what?”
“Fucking sucKSSSMMMAAAAAARRRGGHHHH!”
Cromwell reached back with both hands, grabbed hold of Macy's hair and stuffed her face into the darkest depths of that gluteal gulag.
“EHLIZABEDTH WUN!” Renquist bawled in abject shame. “EHLIZABEDTH WUN!”
“WHAT ELSE?” Lizzie had a hand between the blonde's thighs now, an old school FAWN Crotch Claw secured to emphasize her last and most important point. “WHAT ELSE DID I DO, BESIDES WIN AND KICK YOUR SORRY, TRASHY ASS ALL OVER THIS ROOM?”
“MAHDEMEECRY!” Macy choked it out, the exhausted battler barely able to form words at this point.
“And don't you ever forget it!” Elizabeth released her hooks with a flourish just to grab onto the blonde's hair so she could drag her off the bed and into a quivering pile at the Boarding School Princess' feet. “The records may proclaim us even,” Lizzie murmured after she'd placed a triumphant foot on Macy's hip, “but the magnitude of my victories is such that no rational person would doubt my superiority. Still, we both know you are far from rational. So if you ever muster the courage, I'd be more than happy to face you one last time. Because I love making you cry, Macy Renquist. Don't ever forget that. I love making you cry.”
They did as bade , their collective gazes shifting in time to watch the screen fade up from black to a view of an elegant penthouse with vaulted ceilings, mellow cream colored carpet, dark wooden walls and a far wall comprised of floor to ceiling windows. Beyond the glass laid the lush green of the woods surrounding the Madhouse, now darkened by a lowering sky that threatened rain. Centered against the right wall was a king-sized bed sheathed in a charcoal gray mattress and near the foot of this piece of sumptuous furniture waited the man, the myth, the legend named Merle. Starting a bit when he realized the camera was live, Merle nodded a quick greeting to the distant FAWNatics before the Announcer went on.
“This match will be contested under Apartment Wrestling Rules, meaning that pins, submissions and knock-outs can only take place when one or both participants are in contact with the bed. Introducing first, hailing from Blue Bay, Florida, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and seventeen pounds. She is the Slappin' Sensation, MACY RENQUIST!”
MACY RENQUIST:
No roar from the speakers, but the crowd still cheered quite emphatically when the former Lightweight Champion slipped into view from the left side of the screen. Clad in a short robe of dark green silk, Macy quickly undid the knotted sash and threw it away to reveal sporty white panties and a matching tank-top. No wrist or ankle tape tonight, though her long blonde hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail. Grinning as she offered her wrists and knees to Merle, Renquist stepped away when the inspection was over and made a show of smacking the back of her left hand into the cupped palm of her right hand.
Macy had just moved into what might be called a neutral corner when the Announcer spoke up again. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Liverpool, England, she stands at five feet five inches all and weighs in at fifty-four and a half kilos, she is the Boarding School Princess, ELIZABETH CROMWELL!”
ELIZABETH CROMWELL:
Cromwell emerged from the right side of the screen, the lithesome brunette wearing a robe that was identical to the American's, though hers was black rather than green. Dark eyes already locked on Renquist, Lizzie went to undo her robe, then paused to put her back to the camera. This didn't stop a great deal of the crowd from cheering their appreciation when Cromwell shod the garment, a fact that the brunette acknowledged by flipping a middle finger at the camera. Where Macy chose white, the Young Lioness went black, with elegant black briefs and a sleek tank-top. Unlike Renquist she made no attempt to approach the referee and she tossed the discarded robe at the poor dope's head. Startled for a moment, he draped it over one arm, then made another attempt to check Lizzie and got flipped off for his troubles.
“All right ladies.” Merle said after he'd set the robe aside. “Go to your corners and we'll get started.”
“Take your hair down first.” Cromwell sniped to her blonde adversary. “This is an Apartment Wrestling Match, not an intramural lacrosse game.”
“Don't quibble, Elizabeth.” the ref sighed. “Tradition doesn't equal rule in this case, Macy can wear her hair however she--” he would've said 'likes' if Renquist hadn't taken hold of the snug little hair-tie and pulled it loose without so much as a word. Merle stepped forward with a hand extended only to move back when the blonde hooked it around one thumb so she could shoot the band at Elizabeth with a quiet little snick!
Cromwell swatted it out of the air, favored Macy with a disgusted sneer, then turned around and padded to the far corner of the over-sized bed. Renquist moved to the opposite corner and climbed aboard before knee-walking her way to the middle of the mattress. The Young Lioness hung back long enough to confirm the gauche harlot wasn't going to rush her before things were official. Once satisfied, she slid on and moved out to meet her rival.
“Match is live as soon as you lock up.” Merle told his charges as they closed in on one another. “Not a moment before.”
“No need to rush, Merle.” Lizzie's voice was light, though her eyes held all the charm of a frozen moor. “This is the only time tonight Macy and I will be on the same level. No reason she can't take a few additional seconds to savor the illus--” Cromwell's mouth snapped shut when the Slappin' Sensation reached up with both hands and slipped them into the Briton's dark locks. She didn't pull, but she crooked her fingers just enough to let her rival feel the subtle scrape of nails on scalp.
“Whenever you're ready, honey.” Renquist murmured. “Hair-pull is alright, isn't it? Or would you prefer a Collar & Elbow?”
The utter lack of deference, let alone concern in Macy's dark eyes sent a shiver of rage down Elizabeth Cromwell's spine. “I'd prefer you screaming loud enough to rattle the windows.” the brunette answered even as she worked her fingers into Macy's flaxen locks in an answering grip. “But that will happen soon enough. For now I'm happy to watch the tears well at the corners of your eyes.”
Just like that she dug in and shoved back to earn a pained hiss from the American!
“You want to make me scream, you mean little snot?” Renquist growled as she twined her fingers around Cromwell's dark locks. “You'll have to pull a lot harder than that!” She emphasized the challenge with her own pull, Macy straightening her arms almost full length to wrench Lizzie's head backward at an awkward angle. The stereo pull meant the match had officially begun, though this wasn't immediately obvious to the FAWNatics since neither Lizzie or Macy let out a snarl or even yanked her foe's head from side to side. Rather, they continued to force the other woman's back, attempting to make her look up at the elegantly vaulted ceiling against her will. Neither achieved this goal and while the strain in their necks and the burn in their scalps was quite painful, the warring Lightweights refused to break eye contact with her nemesis.
Silence (save for the occasional hitched breath) reigned for almost fifteen seconds before Elizabeth growled, “Is that all you've brought tonight, Macy? I thought my promise to shame you would have spurred you to improve your skills even slightly, but it seems you're the same middling RRRHHHH!”
The Beach Blaster yanked the brunette's noggin forward and back almost half a dozen times, Renquist shaking Lizzie's skull with vicious, whiplash-inducing enthusiasm. “You think sounding tuff is enough to make me forget all those times I slapped you 'til you squealed? Not a chance, princess! Hearing you cry is a career highlighTHHRRRGGHHHH!”
Where Renquist yanked back and forth, Cromwell wrenched from side to side like she meant to pop Macy's head offa her shoulders! “You did nothing of the sort!”she hissed. “I merely gritted my teeth to better endure those calloused catcher's mitts you call hands. YOU however, you blubbered and bawled like a good little crybaby, didn't you? In fact, if it wasn't for you playing on Carpenter's sympathy at 'Mania, I would've ended your miserable career then and--”
CRAAACK!
Macy halved her hair grip, flattened that hand into a palm and shut Lizzie up with a brisk slap across the face! “Liars get slapped in the mouth.” Renquist explained. “Remember that, Cromwell. Liars get slapped in the mouOOOOOOWWWWW!”
The Briton loosed a hand from Macy's locks, but rather than erase the slap deficit she curled her fingers into talons and raaaaaaaaaaaked the blonde from her right temple all the way down to the point of her chin! “Trash gets shredded, Macy. Think you can remember that?” Elizabeth smacked her foe's cheek just because she could, then warmed her cheek with another prolonged rake. “And you are trash, aren't you? Nothing more than disgusting, garish beach trashHHAAAAARRRHHH!”
No strained silence anymore, Renquist resumed her two-fisted grip on the Briton's hair and down at an angle so sharp it'd either force Cromwell onto her back or guarantee she spent time in a neck brace once the match was over. Elizabeth chose the first option though she made sure Macy couldn't immediately capitalize by pulling the blonde's hair hard enough to wedge her chin to her sternum. Still, it wasn't hard to see that the Slappin' Sensation held an advantageous position when she scrambled forward to presumably sit every bit of her weight atop Lizzie's snarling features.
Calm (or at least as calm as one can be in the middle of a shrieking, Valkyrie fury) despite the impending threat of Renquist's rump, Cromwell continued to pull Macy's noggin down so she didn't have to reach as far when she popped her hips and threw a Scissors almost directly overhead! The Beach Blaster managed to avoid the first attempt entirely, but Lizzie's thrashing also thwarted her efforts to secure the Reverse Face Sit. “Settle down, brat!” Renquist loosed one hand from the Englishwoman's hair, flattened it into a paddle and CRA-CRA-CRAAACKED! a fusillade of sharp slaps against the porcelain washboard of Cromwell's midsection. “Settle down or the next set's coming for your briefSSNNNGGHH!”
Lizzie's second Scissors wasn't an unqualified success, but you couldn't call it a failure either because she drove an errant knee into Macy's forehead! Doing so slowed Renquist's mount efforts considerably and ensured she wasn't moving nearly so fast when Cromwell finally smecked the third Scissors around her neck. Abandoning the blonde's hair the instant she'd crossed her ankles, the Young Lioness snatched hold of Macy's wrists to keep those dangerous hands under control for the span of heartbeats needed to drag Renquist down to the mattress. “You can't threaten me, slattern!” Elizabeth sneered once she'd scrambled into position on her right side. “Nothing, absolutely NOTHING in your meager arsenal grants you the sort of freedom needed to threaten someone like--”
Macy was stretched out on her right side as well, though the presence of Cromwell's calves digging into her neck meant she wasn't enjoying it nearly as much. Even so, that didn't stop her from bringing her left leg up and over in an effort to get it hooked behind Elizabeth's he-- Lizzie released her grips on the blonde's wrists so she could swat aside the counter-Scissors with a whisper to spare. “A paltry first effort, exactly the sort of thing I'd expect from a would-be day shift stripper such as yourself.” Cromwell sniped even as she made Macy groan with the first prolonged constriction of her lithesome legs. “Frankly I'm surprised you showed up for this match wearing more than a day-glo G-string and body glittRGH! RGH! RGH!”
Renquist might've been caught in those Headscissors but her hands were free and that meant she was still quite dangerous, as Lizzie discovered when the former Lightweight Champion delivered more than half a dozen vicious slaps to her left flank before securing a mean claw-grip just above the brunette's hip! “Just keep running your mouth, bitch.” Macy grunted even as her white-knuckle gouging brought an ugly grimace to Lizzie's pretty face. “We both know you're still a two-time loser who can't take a fraction of what she dishes ouOW! OW! OW! OW! OOOOWWWW OOOHHHHH FAAAHK YOU!”
Rather than counter talons with talons, Lizzie treated the Slappin' Sensation to a taste of her own medicine, namely at least a dozen high-speed slaps delivered to Renquist's buns, Cromwell alternating between cheeks before snatching hold of her rival's waistband so she could yank it into the most salacious of thongs! “What's wrong, don't want to show off your tan-lines?” Lizzie scoffed as she yanked the distended material back and forth. “Surely all the disgusting neckbeards on your Only Fans have already paid for the DUBIOUS pleasure of inspecting them pixel by pixHHHRRGGGHHH!”
Macy slipped her calves around Cromwell's head, crossed her ankles and yanked the Boarding School Princess down to the comforter even as she began to squeeeeeeeeeeeze. This new pressure meant Lizzie forgot all about the wedgie in order to hasten her escape from the blonde's stems and though Macy was keen to ease the burning sting, she endured for now so she could grab her own handful of Cromwell's black briefs. “Bitch.” Elizabeth emphasized the warning by bearing down on her own Scissors. “Whatever tawdry thought has crossed your mind, I strongly advise you to reconsider--YOU TACKY SLUT!” Macy's grip suggested she was thinking of wedgie retaliation so it came as a genuine surprise when she pulled Cromwell's fightin' briefs down around her thighs!
The Young Lioness couldn't do much about the slight without disengaging entirely and she was in no mood for that sort of leniency so she bore down on her own Scissors and continued to raise the blonde's already elevated waistband by a few more eye-watering inches. “ASK HER!” Elizabeth barked at Merle when she heard a gasp hitch in her opponent's throat. “Ask the little dumpster diver if she's had enoOW! OW! OW! OW! HOW DARE YOU!”
Renquist hadn't bothered weaponizing Cromwell's briefs which meant both hands were free to dish out the searing bongo-beat that raised immediate palm-shaped welts on Elizabeth's previously unmarred backside! The angle was such that Macy could only deliver with a fraction of her usual force, meaning an actual slap-out was nigh impossible. But what she lost in velocity she made up for in sheer volume, the Slappin' Sensation more than living up to her nickname as she played some callipygian calypso on Cromwell's rapidly reddening rear!
“How dare I?” Macy huffed to the squirming Englishwoman. “How dare you!? As if I'd EVER submit to a chick who's getting her ass, excuse me, her BARE ass, paddled in front of the whole worlAAAARRRHHHHH!”
Lizzie released her grip on the blonde's togs so she could CLAP both cheeks with a simultaneous swat that immediately led into a round of pitiless clawing and kneading! “YOU WILL SUBMIT!” Cromwell shrieked as she dug her nails into the deep crease that separated thigh from buttock. “You'll BEG and you'll PLEAD and you'll CRY to save yourself from meEEERRRRHHHHHH!”
Renquist balled her left hand into a fist, but rather than target her opponent's buns she pounded half a dozen mean little punches into the Briton's left kidney! The resumed assault on her flank forced Lizzie to relinquish her claws in favor of bolstering her defenses, a task that was already difficult thanks to the mutual Headscissors.
Much as it pained her to end a skirmish in anything less than total control of her adversary, Cromwell gave Macy's skull a final powerful squeeze before breaking the Scissors so she could brace one foot against the Floridian's tummy and push her away with a single strong kick! Renquist hadn't released her own Scissors so there was an audible 'pwop!' when Lizzie's head came loose, otherwise there wasn't much more than the squeak of the bed frame and quiet thrum of the air conditioner as the rivals tumbled away to opposite sides of the bed.
Grateful for the reprieve (not that they'd ever admit it), blonde and brunette slipped off the edge of the mattress to the floor so they could keep a baleful eye on their nemesis as they caught their breath. Still fuming over the partial stripping, Cromwell quickly pulled her briefs back into place before 'snapping' the material tight with a practiced flick of her index fingers. Macy was a bit more delicate in her machinations, the Beach Blaster very subtly gritting her teeth as she undid the brutal wedgie inflicted by the Young Lioness.
“You're a tawdry disgrace, Renquist.” Elizabeth muttered in the midst of smoothing back her hair. “Trying to strip me down so you can capitalize on a distraction rather best me in honest combat. Not that I'm surprised, it's blatantly obvious every time we lock up that you're no match for--”
“Check the scoreboard you whiny little poseur.” Macy interrupted. “You've already lost the Best of Three. This match here? This is just me proving that I can beat you in your favorite match because god knows you'd NEVER have the guts to face me on the beac--”
“I. Don't. Slum.” Cromwell enunciated each word perfectly before climbing back onto the mattress. “You're the one who still has to prove her worth, Macy Renquist. I'm a multi-time champion and the greatest Lightweight wrestler since that Sensational strumpet. You? You slapped out a lot of drunken slobs on Youtube and somehow parlayed it into a contract with the greatest wrestling promotion on the planet. Even worse, you managed to befoul the Lightweight title, MY TITLE, with your awful stink and it's only grown worse in the hands of that kleptom--”
“Shut up.” Renquist's tone was cold and threatening in the otherwise welcoming space. “Just shut your mouth, Cromwell.”
“What's wrong, dear?” Lizzie was all sweet malice as she settled down on her hands and knees. “Don't like hearing the truth? I'm afraid that's all you'll get from these lips. Because we both know you'd be less than nothing if Amy Jane Giardi, in a fit of what I can only assume was temporary madness, decided to see if she could mold a piece of shit into something resembling a professional wrest--”
Macy pounced onto the bed and went straight for a hair-pull that could've denuded the Englishwoman's scalp if Cromwell hadn't caught Renquist's head in both hands and jammed her thumbs into the other woman's eyes! The Beach Blaster shrieked aloud or at least started to, the sound didn't even last long enough to echo because Elizabeth jerked her in close and THUMPED a Kneelift into the pit of her stomach! Renquist let out a gasping 'OOOOOFFFHH!' and tried to draw Cromwell into a sloppy clinch that amounted to little more than throwing her arms around the brunette's shoulders.
Lizzie could've slipped loose with little more than a strong shrug, so it spoke volumes when she shook the blonde's head from side to side and thum-thum-THUMPED three more Kneelifts into her rival's belly. “Get your filthy hands off of me!” Cromwell demanded after the blows struck home. “Actually, I have a better idea. Get out of my sight!”
Macy was far too preoccupied sucking wind to offer a response but this didn't seem to concern the Boarding School Princess in the slightest. Dipping down until her forehead was brushing the comforter, Elizabeth wedged her head between the blonde's thighs while simultaneously bracing her palms against the other wrestler's thighs. Just like that she let out a ferocious bellow and straightened up full force to send Renquist tumbling up and over with an AHW style Back Body Drop! Now, being on her knees in the middle of a large mattress meant Lizzie couldn't get the usual height or impact with her toss, yet the Briton was still all smiles when she heard / felt the awkward bounce-THUD of Macy tumbling from the bed to the floor!
“HAH! That's right, beach trash!” Cromwell shouted in triumph. “Stay on the floor, that's just where garbage like you belongs!”
From somewhere a few feet below, the Slappin' Sensation rolled onto her hands and knees and groaned, “Truuuhhhh...trash belongs in a dumpster, asshole. You know all about that, rigNNNGGHH!”
In no mood for anything from the blonde that wasn't sobbing capitulation, Lizzie scrambled to her feet just to hop off the bed and STAMP her heels between Macy's shoulders! Renquist was driven face and chest-first into the carpet, the impact of it causing her vision to explode in starry sworls that were still weaving intricate patterns when Cromwell grabbed hold of her right knee and ankle. “Oh yes, I know EXACTLY what to do with trash.” Lizzie giggled as she began to draaaaaaaaaaaag the flattened Floridian away from the bed. “I put the fraud Starfire in her place and I'll do the same to you...when the time is right.”
She would've gone on if Merle hadn't cleared his throat and noted, “Remember the rules, Elizabeth. Falls, submissions and knockouts only count when you're both on the bed.”
Still holding the blonde's limbs in a firm grasp, Cromwell batted her eyes at the official and purred, “My dear sir, that's why we're out here. Can't have this grotty little wanker surrendering too early, can we?”
“Guuuhhhh... go fuck yourself, CromHHHRRRGGGHH!” Macy's defiance gave way to a pained wail when the Young Lioness raised her left foot and stamped down on her ribs!
“You will learn respect for your betters.” Lizzie sniffed as she continued to pull the Beach Blaster into an awkward 'C' shape. “You will learn deference.” Cromwell shifted her foot so that heel was grinding against Renquist's defenseless flank. “Most of all, you will learn the value of profound, obeisant silence!” Elizabeth punished her foe with another vicious stomp-pull combination, the catty Bow & Arrow putting tremendous strain on her foe's ribs and spine, as well as her shoulder and hip.
Fuming over the pain of her predicament and the condescension in her foe's voice, Renquist grit her teeth, then braced her left elbow against the carpet to create a pivot point that allowed her to slowly turn onto that si--“OOOOOOFFFFHH!”
Lizzie drew her foot back just to snap it forward, the svelte brunette gouging a sharp Toe Kick into her prey's ribs! “Where do you think you're going?” Cromwell sneered at her groaning rival. “Wasn't I JUST explaining the need for deference?” Without waiting for an answer she dropped to a seat so she could brace both feet against the blonde's vulnerable flank and then puuuuuuuuuuuuuuull back even harder than before.
“AAAWWGAAAAAAH!” Macy hated herself but she couldn't hold back a scream as the Bow & Arrow drew her from a 'C' to a 'U'. “Scream all you like, beach trash.” Elizabeth chortled over the sounds of her foe's distress. “Just don't waste any precious oxygen on a submission. Merle can't acknowledge such blubbering and I simply don't ca--”
“You couldn't submit me on your best day.” Macy grunted. “You're barely competent as a catfighter, your actual wrestling skills? Pathetic. If it wasn't for the hair-pull you'd be capable of maybe, what, four moveNGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Lizzie pulled one foot away, then pistoned it into the Slappin' Sensation's ribs no less than half a dozen times. “You arrogant little shit.” Cromwell hissed. “Speak to me like that again and I'll--”
“Snivel and cry and whine?” Macy huffed. “Don't need to tell me, honey. I already--”
Lizzie shrieked with anger and pulled her knees up to her chest, presumably to kick straight through the insufferable blonde twit. But the preparation for such a decisive blow relinquished the binding strain on her opponent and Macy capitalized by wrenching free of Cromwell's manacles in a single convulsive twist. This sudden rearrangement left Renquist set on one knee almost directly in front of her fuming rival, thus ensuring that Lizzie didn't hesitate to unleash the readied Mule Kick, though now her target was the other woman's ch-- Macy threw herself backward and brought both hands up to not only avoid Cromwell's attack, but to snatch hold of her ankles as well!
“DAMN YOU! LET GO OF ME!” Elizabeth kicked and wriggled, fighting furiously to break Macy's grip even as the Beach Blaster hurried back to verticality. “I SAID LET GO, DAMMIT!” Cromwell shouted at her furious rival. “GET YOUR GRUBBY LITTLE HANDS OFFWHOAH!”
Macy yanked the brunette's legs out full length, then surged forward to stack her up on her shoulders just long enough to shove Lizzie over into an awkward somersault that resulted in the started grappler landing awkwardly on her knees. Thrown momentarily off balance by the sudden tumble, Cromwell flipped some hair out of her face, then hurried to vertic-CRAAACK! Renquist's right hand flicked out like a five-fingered bullwhip, her first genuine Bitch Slap of the match catching Lizzie across the cheek with enough force to snap the Brit's head back in a cloud of dark hair!
Halfway to her feet when the strike landed, Cromwell crumpled to a knee before trying to rise aga--CRAAACK! Macy clouted her again, the hard-eyed blonde drawing back her arm for a great, gaudy Bitch Slap that spun Elizabeth around in a woozy half circle.
“Truuuhhh...tramp.” Cromwell's voice was muffled because she'd pressed a hand to the welt blazing on the right side of her face. “I swear you'll pay for treating me so shoddilHHRRGHHNNHH!”
Renquist stamped up behind Elizabeth, snatched a double handful of hair and rushed her over to the wall where she promptly THUNKED her forehead against the elegantly minimalist plaster. The sound of skull on wall was satisfying enough, indeed Renquist enjoyed it so much she bounced the brunette's noggin twice more in rapid succession, but once she finished the set she wheeled Lizzie around so they could go face to face once more.
“You're the one who needs to learn, Liz.” Macy grabbed hold of Cromwell's wrists and pinned them up over her head so she could control them both with one hand. “The lesson for tonight? Talk shit, get hit!”
The set of Elizabeth's jaw suggested she'd already prepared for another slap, which was why Macy took such pleasure in slamming a white-knuckled fist into the brunette's trim tummy! Cromwell gasped and started to double over, though she couldn't get far thanks to the Floridian's manacle-like control on her wrists. Certain that Liz was too stubborn (or dense) to grasp the lesson after a single demonstration, Renquist drew back her punchin' hand and shoveled home almost a dozen more, the lithesome little blonde just pistoning the pain into her rival's rapidly-softening tummy. Eventually Lizzie's legs started to give way, so Macy doubled down on the her Wristlocks to haul the Englishwoman up on her toes.
Tummy to tummy with the Young Lioness, Renquist drew back just to drive her body into Cromwell's with a loud SMECK! “Ready to take it back to bed, cutie?” she murmured. “Or can we keep at it out here? I'm more than happy to trounce your prissy little ass all over the penthouse before I finish you forAAAARRRGGHHHH!”
Lizzie leaned in, lowered her head and sank her teeth into the soft flesh between Macy's left shoulder and the base of her neck. This Brewster-esque chewing continued unabated for several seconds and might've gone on for much longer if the Slappin' Sensation hadn't gathered her senses and THUMPED the broadside of her right knee into the other wrestler's tummy. “Should've known that's how you'd want it.” Macy huffed as she felt the brunette gasp against her shoulder. “OK princess, you want mean? I'll give you mean.”
“Please.” Lizzie rasped. “As if a petulant little slap fighter such as yourself knows anything about true viciousneSSAAAAOOOOOWWW YOU BITCH!” Renquist punished Cromwell with a bite of her own, then upped the ante by filling her hands with the brunette's modest bounty!
Lizzie wailed in pain, anger and more than a little embarrassment. Such catty punishments were HERS to dole out and yet here this filthy little pretender was daring handle her so roughly! Teeth gnashing as the blonde continued to knead and gnaw, Cromwell snatched at her attacker's hair with both hands and when that didn't provide immediate relief she trekked south in search of Macy's waistband. She'd just grabbed a sturdy handful when Macy relinquished all three of her hooks and peppered the brunette's elegant features with a brisk volley of slaps! These alone weren't enough to fully dissuade Elizabeth from the wedgie and she earned a sharp gasp with a single tug that put the tawdry American up on tiptoe.
“I'll saw you in half.” Cromwell promised in the midst of jerking Renquist's briefs as hard as she could. “Saw you right up the middle, then stuff these smutty bottoms in your mouth when the job is DUUHHHNNN!”
Macy grabbed onto Lizzie's shoulders to hold her steady just long enough to gouge a Kneelift into the center of Cromwell's black briefs! “What're you gonna do, huh?” the Beach Blaster asked, her voice hot and mean in the other wrestler's face even as she continued to grind her knee against Liz's undercarriage.
“I'm... I'm gonna fuck you up.” Cromwell whispered through lips that wouldn't quite part. She'd shifted from the wedgie to a rude, groping squeeze of Macy's mostly-bare buns, but those usually rapacious claws were little more than a clumsy massage when compared to the mortar and pestle grind of blonde knee and brunette crotch.
Dark eyes locked on her wincing adversary, Macy held her tongue until she was absolutely certain that Elizabeth knew she was losing this skirmish. Only then did she answer. “I'll fuck you up worse, Lizzie. That's a promise.”
One more truncated Kneelift silenced any response Cromwell might've prepared, it also allowed Renquist to draw her foe away from the wall and down into a Front Facelock. Slinging the Boarding School Princess' near arm across her shoulders, Macy grabbed a handful of briefs just above Elizabeth's right hip and made her 'eep!' with a stinging half-wedgie delivered half a heartbeat before she marched backward across the plush carpet. Pausing only when she felt the bed frame and mattress brushing against the backs of her thighs, Renquist took a few steps forward to put some distance between herself and 'the ring'. Not entirely sure how her next move might play out, the former Lightweight Champion threw caution to the wind and did the same to Elizabeth, or rather, she set her feet and popped her hips to muscle the taller wrestler directly overhead.
Pleased to feel the arrogant Brit utterly within her power, Renquist made a point to jostle and tug her foe's distended bottoms for a few seconds before pivoting slightly to drop / toss Elizabeth onto the mattress without actually having to drop back herself. Now, a Vertical Suplex delivered upon a mattress doesn't deliver the same body-wracking hurt as one delivered atop canvas-sheathed plywood, yet Macy's version was far from painless as it drove the air from Cromwell's lungs and bounced the back of her head against the near edge. Upper lip raised in a pained grimace, Lizzie rolled onto her tummy and slid backward to put some much needed distance between herself and the Slappin' Sensat--“NOOO!”
Cromwell cried out shrilly, her usual icy confidence worn down to a brittle near-panic when Macy filled her hands with those dark locks and draaaaaaaaaagged her back to the edge of the bed. Not OFF the edge, mind you, Renquist arranged her rival so her head over, all the better for the blonde to clamp her thighs around the brunette's noggin in a Standing Headscissors. The first hard squeeze made Cromwell squeal and thrash, the trapped Briton able to rake her nails across Macy's thighs and glutes before the blonde caught hold of her wrists. “That's the last time you'll use me like a scratching post.” Macy growled as she folded Elizabeth's arms up between her shoulders in a stereo Hammerlock.
“Giggling slattern!” Lizzie rocked from side to side, desperate to escape the pressure on her skull and the strain in her shoulders. “I'll use you however I damned well pleasSOOOOOOWWWW!”
Renquist crossed the brunette's wrists in a stubby 'X' that let her control both hands with only one of her own. “Slap or wedgie, Lizzie?” Macy jostled in place so that the shelf of her buttocks smacked against the base of Cromwell's skull. “Any preference, prissy?”
“I PREFER YOU SCREAMING!” Elizabeth shrieked. “SCREAMING AND BEGGING AND SNIVELING LIKE THE TRASH YOUAAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!”
Macy flattened her free hand into a paddle and let loose on those British buns, Renquist searing each with several good swats before she hooked onto Cromwell's bottoms and compounded the callipygian cruelty with a prolonged wedgie. “Ask her!” Macy switched from tugging to raking and then to squeezing, the vindictive blonde doing everything in her power to ensure Elizabeth Cromwell never forgot the feel of her nails. “Ask the snotty little penthouse princess if her ass has had enough!”
“What do you say, Lizzie?” Merle repeated the question in far less inflammatory language. “Do you need me to call it?”
“NEVER!” Elizabeth sobbed an immediate denial. “I DON'T SUBMIT TO TRAHRGH! HRGH! HRGH!”
Macy shifted focus back to the Hammerlocks so she could hop / bounce in place, the aggrieved blonde just bludgeoning Cromwell's defenseless noggin with her sturdy backside. “Good thing I'm not trash, huh?” Renquist paused her assault for a moment so she could scrub her glutes across the back of the Young Lioness' skull. “We both know I'm better than you, Lizzie. And you've never had a problem submitting to your bettOOOOWWWWWW BITCH!”
Liz couldn't free her hands from Macy's grasp, however the repeated bouncing had loosened those crushing Scissors just enough for Cromwell to twist her head and chomp down on the inside of Renquist's right thigh! Forcing herself to endure to the Brit's burning teeth for a few heartbeats more, Macy wrenched up on the Double Hammerlock until she felt rather than heard Elizabeth squeal against her leg. Immediately thereafter she released Cromwell's hands and made her pay with three absolutely vicious overhand Bitch Slaps delivered directly to the slim curve of Lizzie's wriggling rump! These CRAAACKING reverberations actually caused the brunette to bite down harder, but those teeth alone weren't enough to stop Renquist from abandoning the Headscissors now that she done the desired damage.
Scrambling onto the bed beside her disheveled opponent, Macy stood up and punished Elizabeth with several quick stomps to the lower back as well as a single Double Stomp to the brunette's reddened buns. This last shot almost caused the Slappin' Sensation to lose her balance, though she managed to right herself after taking a knee. “Don't think you're gonna crawl away to escape.” Renquist caught hold of Cromwell's ankles and dragged her to the center of the over-sized bed. “There's nowhere to hide from me in--”
Lizzie wrenched free, flipped over onto her back and lashed out with a Mule Kick that would've skewered Macy's tummy if the blonde hadn't caught her ankles again! “Damn you!” Elizabeth thrashed from side to side and pounded a fist against the comforter, the brunette clearly frustrated by Renquist dominating what she viewed as her turf. “I'd never hide from you! YOU'RE the one who couldn't show her disgusting face after 'Mania! And you'll NEVER live down the shame of what I do to you WHOAANNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!”
Macy stretched Lizzie's legs in an awkward 'V', but rather than stomp on those vulnerable briefs she vaulted through and THUMPED a beautiful Elbow Drop into the Englishwoman's sternum! Slick though it was, such a maneuver probably wouldn't have warranted a cover within the confines of the squared circle, yet here in the penthouse Macy swung a leg over and sat on Lizzie's throat so that the former Lightweight Champ's chin was wedged in the southern slope of her glutes.
“PINNED!” she called to Merle. “Count her down!”
Pleased for something to do, the referee swooped in alongside his charges and slapped the mattress...
ONE....
TWO...
THR--“OOOOOWWWWW!”
Renquist hadn't bothered to contain her foe's arms during the cover and she paid a high price when Lizzie snatched a double handful of her briefs and raised them to the center of her back! Not only that, the furious brunette lifted her head and chomped down on one encroaching cheek! Macy wailed and rushed to get away from Cromwell's teeth and claws, a departure that was further expedited when the Boarding School Princess braced both feet against the blonde's tush and shoved as hard as she could! Renquist flew across their plush battleground and would've rearranged the headboard with her face if she hadn't braced her palms against it with half a second to spare. She was breathing hard after this near disaster when Lizzie crawled up behind her and SLAMMED a vicious Uppercut between her thighs!
“AAUUGGGAAAAAHHH!” Macy sobbed as she crumpled to her knees with both hands pressed to her aching groin.
“Oh I'm sorry, did you think you were going to leave this room without soaking it in your tears?” a pale-faced but smirking Cromwell asked as she slid her fingers into the blonde's long hair. “If so, you're even more pathetic than I realized!”
Renquist didn't get a chance to respond, Lizzie simply reared back and drove her forehead into the headboard with a brain-rattling THWHUNK! The Beach Blaster shuddered from end to end, tried to push away and took two more head slams for her trouble.
“Not feeling so feisty any more, are we?” Elizabeth was once again the image of prim and proper civility even though her dark eyes flashed with malice as she looked over the stunned expanse of her foe. “I just hope you're not too stunned to scream. Oh, what am I saying, of course you're not too stunned to scream!”
On that note she got up, laid claim to Macy's ankles and dragged her groaning bulk back to the center of the mattress. At the moment Renquist wasn't doing much of anything save groaning and cradling her head in both hands. This was simply far too quiet for Lizzie's liking because she stretched the blonde's legs in a 'V' wide enough to make her wince, then reared back and snapped a Toe Kick into the fork of her opponent's crotch!
“BITCH!” the Slappin' Sensation shrieked to high heaven and writhed like a downed power-line, alas her ankles remained in Cromwell's possession which ensured the BSP's unfettered access to her bottoms would continue through the foreseeable future.
“That's 'Elizabeth' to you, dear.” Lizzie chirped even as she shifted her kickin' foot so that the heel grrrrrrrrrroooouuund against Macy's defenseless center. “Though now that I think about it, I don't believe I ever want to hear my name sullied by your tawdry mouth. So unleash whatever vulgarities you prefer, just know that I'll punish each and every one of them.” Cromwell bounced in place to inflict a bit more pain with her heel before shifting back to her big toe, which dug and gouged at the thin expanse of her rival's cotton armor. “And now that we understand each other, I do believe it's time you started bawling!”
Macy shook her head 'no', a bit of nonverbal defiance that quickly gave way to more pained wails when the Young Lioness dropped to her tush and wedged BOTH heels against the blonde's womanhood! Tugging on Renquist's ankles like she was working on some lunatic's idea of a rowing machine, Cromwell hunched forward and leaned back no less than half a dozen times before hoisting herself into a low bridge that put even more pressure on Macy's undercarriage. “Ask her, Merle!” Lizzie called to the ref when several more seconds brought nothing in the way of cogent capitulation. “And if she balks, remind her there's no ropes to save her this--”
“KISS MY ASS, BRAT!” Macy had pushed up on her hands in an effort to combat the catty tactic but so far she'd only managed to put some strain on her lower back. “Yuuuhhhh....you call me beach trash, then crawl into my panties first chance you get? You're no lioness, you fight like a nasty whOORRRGGGHHHH!”
Elizabeth drew back her right foot and kick-stomped Renquist's briefs harder than ever! “Don't even think about submitting now, slattern.” Cromwell muttered as she scooted forward far enough to slide her shins beneath the blonde's biceps. This adjustment also let her trap Macy's ankles against her biceps when the Briton leaned forward and snatched onto her foe's wrists. “You besmirch me so blatantly, then beg for mercy? Mercy is only for the humble and you, you little bitch, are not humble. At least not yet!”
More than happy to correct this particular character flaw, Lizzie leaned forward, then cranked back on the Floridian's captured wrists to lift her head and chest off the comforter with a spine-wrenching Surfboard! Renquist ground her teeth, shook her head 'no' and fought to twist her wrists free of Lizzie's grasp, which only caused the lithesome brunette to rock the hold that much harder, each subsequent descent driving Macy's face against the mattress with a soft, implacable THUMP!
Eventually Lizzie stopped rocking and settled into a comfortable seat that put the most strain on her rival's spine. “Show off that runny mascara for the cretins at home!” Cromwell suggested. “Perhaps a round of ugly crying before I allow you to sing your--”
“Fuck you, honey.” the Beach Blaster groaned. “The accent, the smug little smirk, the superior attitude, none of it fools me. Under all that dressing you're nothing but trasSSHAAAARRRHHHHH!”
Furious at the slander, Lizzie surged forward and in doing so abandoned her hold on the blonde's wrists. Any relief Macy might've felt over this freedom disintegrated the instant Cromwell buried her hands in those long blonde tresses and pulled back even harder than before! “What was that, dear girl?” the Briton drew Macy's hair back into a rough ponytail, twisted a length or two around her right hand and poured even more power into snatching Renquist bald. “Who precisely, is trash? Go ahead, you can say her na--”
“YOU ARE!” the blonde roared as she secured a desperate grip on her tormentor's wrists. “YOU'RE TRASH, LIZZGGAAARRRHHH!”
Elizabeth halved the hair-hold so she could slip three fingers on that hand into the corner of Macy's mouth! An identical Fishhook joined the first within seconds, the pair of cheek distending tortures peeling Renquist's lips back into a hideous smile. “Submit.” Cromwell demanded. She hadn't used any version of the Prep School Pull to finish a match in ages, but she KNEW this combination of Fishhook and Surfboard would break Macy Renquist's paltry will. “As loud as you can, as long as you can. And make yourself understood. I won't waste any time trying to decipher the incomprehensible slobbering of defeated beach traOOOOWWWWW!”
Fishhooks, while painful and humiliating for the victim, were not without a large degree of risk for the attacker, as Elizabeth was reminded when the Beach Blaster started to chew on her intruding digits! “SQUALID SLATTERN!” Cromwell removed one hook so she could bury that hand in Renquist's hair for an equally vicious tug. “Keep your filthy little teeth away fromAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!”
Macy did not, in fact she did the exact opposite by catching hold of Elizabeth's wrist and repositioning her hand for more aggressive gnawing. With her own teeth grinding against the ever-mounting pain, Lizzie gave up all pretense to the Fishhook and concentrated on pulling the Floridian's hair until-- mutual wails from both ladies as the mounting pain forced both to abandon their grips and roll in opposite directions.
Given the hitching shoulders and wet, furious eyes, it'd be hard to pick either as a winner of the latest skirmish, though the ragged clump of flax in the Englishwoman's clenched fist might've given her a slight edge. The jagged smile on Lizzie's face certainly suggested she thought the same, though her expression changed to a moue of distaste when she presented the tuft of hair on an upraised palm. “I believe this rat's nest is yours. Would you like it back? Or can I throw it in the trash with the rest of yoNNNNNNGGHHHHH!”
Macy lunged forward and CRAAACKED Cromwell across the cheek with a Bitch Slap that sounded like a rifle shot! “Why don't you go ahead and eat it?” Renquist suggested as Lizzie couldn't help but press a hand to the welt that seemingly covered half her face. “You should have some practice with soft foods so you don't have any problems chewing once I slap the teeth out of your goddamned mouNNNNNGGGHH!”
The Young Lioness slapped her back and though it didn't echo quite as loudly as her nemesis' effort, it still put the Beach Blaster's head on a swivel. “Spare me your threats, Macy Renquist. You may have the pluck necessary to dominate an intoxicated slap and tickle session on some nameless beach, but you utterly lack the steel required to defeat an adversary that means to do you real and lasting harm.” Elizabeth smiled, despite the ache it caused on the welted side of her face. “And rest assured, my poor, sweet beach trash. I mean to inflict the sort of harm that lasts a very long--”CRAAACK!
Renquist tagged her foe with another whistling Slap, one that landed flush with the welt raised by the first. “Do it then, if you can.” she challenged. “Remember this hand? You tried to break it at 'Mania, but it just slapped you hard enough to bring tears to your eyes. You're all talk, Elizabeth. That's why you lose when we fi--”
CRACK!
“You may have whimpered at 'Mania.” the Briton hissed. “Tonight however, you will SOB!” She fired off a third slap which Macy immediately returned and just like that the war was on! No ladylike exchange of shots here, this was the hockey brawl of slap fights with blonde and brunette throwing hands as fast and hard as they could. Shoulders, biceps, flanks, thighs and buttocks, all were targets and targeted in return, but the brunt of their massed ire was focused on the hated other's face, Elizabeth and Macy both risking legitimate shoulder injury to quite literally slap the taste from her nemesis' mouth. The exchange was dead even for the first thirty seconds but not long after Cromwell's hand went from tingling to numb and the brunette found herself lagging behind the Beach Blaster. First it was two to one, then three to one and then she was covering up behind her forearms, Lizzie keening in disgusted outrage as Renquist just. Kept. Slapping. And slapping. And slapping. And slap-- Renquist grabbed hold of the brunette's wrists and prized her hands apart after a brief struggle.
“Yuuuhhhh... you're covering up, Lizzie.” she rasped. “On the beach that means you've quiTNNNNNGGGHHHHHH!”
The Boarding School Princess drew away like she didn't want to hear what Macy had to say, yet this proved nothing more than a feint to lure the blonde into leaning forward for the Headbutt Cromwell SLAMMED between her eyes! Blinking away tears even as her world vanished in a flash of white, Renquist raised her hands to her aching face only to feel them yanked in the direction of, “OOOOWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHK!”
Lizzie set her thumbs against the pressure points in Macy's wrists and pressed for all she was worth while simultaneously chomping down on her foe's fingers! “Ask her!” Cromwell's demand was slightly garbled by those helpless digits when she addressed Merle. “Before I bite off her bloody fingers!”
“What do you say, Macy?” the ref queried. “Do you want to submit? Say the word and I'll--”
“NOOOOOOOOOO!” Renquist hated the sound of her own voice but the burn in her fingers and the creeping numbness in her forearms made for a hellish combination. “NOOOOOOOO I DON'T SUBMI-OOOOHHHHHHHH SHIT STOPPIT YOU EVIL BITCHHHEERRRRGGGHHH!”
Lizzie, sensing a crack she could exploit to the fullest, did everything she could to jab her thumbs through the blonde's wrists while also trying to amputate her fingers at the first knuckle! Ultimately neither of these tactics prevailed and the growing ache in her own hands forced the Boarding School Princess to relinquish her grip on Macy's wrists. Alas this proved no relief for the Slappin' Sensation as Cromwell promptly stretched her arms out at her sides, then brought them together for a thunderous Mongolian Chop that CLAAAPPED against her nemesis' ears!
Smiling even before she spit out Renquist's fingers, Elizabeth wiped the back of one hand across her mouth, then grabbed Macy by the hair and huffed, “How do you like being slapped, slattern? Huh? How do you like it?!” Lizzie demanded answers with three more slaps to the Floridan's face, but got nothing but a whine and burbled cursing. “I think it's time we finished this charade.” Cromwell somehow managed to sound exhausted and galvanized as she stood up on the bed and forced Macy to do the same.
For an Apartment Wrestling Match that'd shown precious little wrestling up to this point, Merle was surprised to see Lizzie secure a Front Facelock before slinging the blonde's near arm across her shoulders. He grew downright concerned when the Boarding School Princess reached across Macy's torso with her free arm and scooped the crippled Beach Blaster onto the point of her right shoulder. “Awful close to the edge there, Elizabeth.” Merle cautioned his charge. “Let's just take a couple steps back and--” the zebra's mouth snapped shut when Cromwell did the exact opposite by hopping off the mattress with Macy still dangling in her clutches! There was no drop in the bedroom that matched anything from the top rope in a standard wrestling ring, but administering her Prep School Expulsion from the bed to the floor was pretty damned close if the shocked gasps of the FAWNatics and Merle's own pained grimace were any indication.
PREP SCHOOL EXPULSION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_iI6MuTBkg
The awful THWHUMP of Renquist's skull meeting the carpeted floor was another strong sign, as was the boneless way she tumbled into a starfish beside the smirking brunette who made a show of shifting to her knees before she placed both hands on Macy's tummy and called out, “One, two, three, you're finished!” She paused, her prim smile growing noticeably darker. “But I'm not.”
Knowing full well the match was still live, Cromwell helped herself to a double handful of hair, then stood up and hauled Renquist to a knock-kneed parody of verticality that came to an abrupt end when Lizzie hooked one arm over Macy's shoulder and slipped the other between her thighs, all the better to scoop the blonde up once more. No second Expulsion this, instead Elizabeth turned around and slammed / dropped her burden on the mattress so Macy was stretched out full length with her head hanging over the edge. Eyes fluttering, head throbbing, Macy Renquist could only breathe deep once she was returned to the bed and even that grew exponentially more difficult when Elizabeth sidled forward and wedged her noggin between her thighs for a simple torture that was equal parts Inverted Headscissors and Reverse Face Sit!
“Mmmmpppggghhhhhhhhhh!” Renquist's hands flew to those smothering glutes as her nose was pinched close and her mouth was mashed against her tormentor's thinly-sheathed undercarriage. But her hands, which had mere minutes earlier slapped Lizzie into a wet-eyed stupor, did little more than push and knead at those encroaching buttocks, much to the delight of the Young Lioness.
“Admiring my bum, are you?” she giggled after crossing her ankles to deliver a long squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze. “I can hardly blame you, it's really quite spectacular. And I must admit, I've always admired your tummy, though I must warn you, I'm a bit rougher in my appreciation.”
The words were still on her lips when Cromwell snatched the bottom edge of Macy's tank-top and yanked it up high enough to bare her belly and breasts! Renquist's hands instinctively flew to her chest which meant her midsection was defenseless when Lizzie pressed her nails to the bare flesh and RAKED as hard as she could! She inflicted two more savage scorings before the wailing blonde swatted her hands aside and then Cromwell simply shifted her talons northward for a groping, white-knuckle squeeze of blonde bounty!
“Who's the winner?” Lizzie chirped when she shifted from clawing to pinching, the vicious Englishwoman working her wrists in tight little half circles that made Macy's shrieks reverberate against her backside. “Who is the winner, beach trash?” Cromwell's tone grew far more demanding as she worked her torture.
“FUUUUUUUHHHH-FUGH YUUUUUUUUU!”
Macy's counter-squeeze did nothing but anger the Boarding School Princess, so much so that she relinquished the pincer and grabbed hold of Renquist's white briefs at each hip so she could punish her with an agonizing Inverted Wedgie! “Tummy, tits, and twat, you can't defend any of it, beach trash! So I ask you again, WHO is the winner?”
Renquist suddenly reached out and slapped at the mattress with one desperate hand. “SUHBMID!” she wailed. “AYSUHBM--”
“I KNOW YOU SUBMIT!” Elizabeth roared over the sobbing concession. “I ASKED YOU WHO WON? WHO MADE YOU CRY?”
“YUUUUHHHHH...YUUUDHID!” a spasm racked Macy's limber frame as she was forced to admit such humiliation.
Even then, Elizabeth wasn't satisfied. “WHO?” She raked Renquist's tummy harder than ever before resuming the titty-twisting terror.
“YOO! EHLIZABEDTH!”
The Young Lioness rose up on her tiptoes so the blonde could breath, albeit with great effort. “What did you say?
“Elizabeth.” Macy rasped miserably.
“Elizabeth what?”
“Fucking sucKSSSMMMAAAAAARRRGGHHHH!”
Cromwell reached back with both hands, grabbed hold of Macy's hair and stuffed her face into the darkest depths of that gluteal gulag.
“EHLIZABEDTH WUN!” Renquist bawled in abject shame. “EHLIZABEDTH WUN!”
“WHAT ELSE?” Lizzie had a hand between the blonde's thighs now, an old school FAWN Crotch Claw secured to emphasize her last and most important point. “WHAT ELSE DID I DO, BESIDES WIN AND KICK YOUR SORRY, TRASHY ASS ALL OVER THIS ROOM?”
“MAHDEMEECRY!” Macy choked it out, the exhausted battler barely able to form words at this point.
“And don't you ever forget it!” Elizabeth released her hooks with a flourish just to grab onto the blonde's hair so she could drag her off the bed and into a quivering pile at the Boarding School Princess' feet. “The records may proclaim us even,” Lizzie murmured after she'd placed a triumphant foot on Macy's hip, “but the magnitude of my victories is such that no rational person would doubt my superiority. Still, we both know you are far from rational. So if you ever muster the courage, I'd be more than happy to face you one last time. Because I love making you cry, Macy Renquist. Don't ever forget that. I love making you cry.”