Post by hawkeye on Apr 11, 2023 1:50:04 GMT
Ladies and Gentlemen,” the Announcer began, “The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty-minute time limit! Introducing first, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania... She stands five feet, seven inches tall, and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty pounds... she is the Fit Queen, MABEL POWERS!”
MABEL POWERS:
The busty brunette stepped through the curtain and strutted to the center of the stage, grinning from ear-to-ear as she ran both hands down her statuesque frame before bringing them up for a double bicep flex that earned a raucous cheer from the crowd. Her athletic appearance was enhanced by sweatbands on her wrists and forehead, with her hair neatly tied in a ponytail. Tonight, she was clad in royal blue sports briefs that hardly covered the curve of her glutes and a white sports bra that superfluously supported her large, firm breasts. She marched down the ramp in her black wrestling boots complete with black knee pads, happily slapping the hands of fans by the aisle as she did so.
Coming to a stop at the foot of the ramp, she hopped onto the apron and slowly slid one leg over the middle rope, where she paused to jiggle her booty a little before moving herself fully into the ring and gave herself a few spins. As usual, the arena filled with cheers and whistles for the Fit Queen. She pointed a jaunty finger at the crowd while touring around the squared circle, capturing the men’s hearts with her affectionate smile before going into the far corner where she (and her assets) bounced about to warm up.
Mabel was still running through her pre-work out when the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Belasco Maine, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-three pounds. They call her MISS MURDER, she is ELISE WINTERREST!”
OUT OF THE BLACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_d_C5b-BD4
ELISE WINTERREST:
Jeers of disdain, shouts of disgust and roars of general malaise from all corners of the arena at this pronouncement, the collected vitriol of the FAWNatics growing that even stronger once the pounding, staccato drumbeat of Royal Blood’s ‘Out of the Black’ oozed from the speakers. A few seconds later Elise stepped into view and spread her arms wide, the First Degree Femme Fatale brazenly challenging this miserable collection of oxygen wasters to do their absolute worst. They did their level best, alas it wasn’t nearly enough to dissuade the woman in question. Or the house lights for that matter, as they sank into gloom before blazing forth in an eerie, fiery red. Galvanized by the combined hatred of the FAWNatics, Elise lifted a hand to the rafters, then tipped her head backward and drew an index finger across her exposed throat.“Most women in this locker room would feel some small pang over punishing an ath-leisure loving mannequin.” she said to no one in particular as the camera closed in. “But as even YOU idiots have figured out by now, I am not most women.” Pleased by the prospect of imminent violence, the Wolf of Winter turned her attention to the squared circle and started down the aisle.
Barely noting the wall of disgust now that she’d turned her attention to the Gym General, Elise was a vision of icy calm in her fog gray ‘JUSTIFIABLE?’ tank-top, a wonderful example of sartorial viciousness that offered up a fine view of her lycra-sheathed midsection as well as her matching black elbow and knee pads and gleaming black boots that ended an inch south of her knee.
Drawing to a stop when she reached the foot of the ramp, Winterrest slunk over to a particularly odious member of the so called ’fan-base’ and placed a finger to his lips to make sure proper attention was paid when her anthem noted ‘So don’t breathe when I talk, ‘Cause you haven’t been spoken to.’ Leaving the imbecile before he could claim any moment of actual contact, the Malicious Mainer sauntered up the steps, dipped between the ropes and claimed the center of the ring for her very own. Shifting her focus to the hard camera, Elise took the bottom edge of her shirt in both hands and peeled it overhead to fully reveal the black halter style one-piece with its four bright red slashes across the front. Tossing the garment to referee Craig Long with little more than a flick of the eyes, Elise’s nasty smile grew noticeable wider when she placed a fingertip at the top of each of those nasty red slashes. Then she sloooooooowly traced them all the way to the bottom to let Powers know her six pack was nothing more than a scratching post for the Icy Manipulator. Offering the idiots at home a final slow throat-slash, when the lights returned to normal, Winterrest turned and headed back to her corner without a word, forcing the ref to trail along in her wake to carry out his final inspection.
Mabel set the FAWNatics to clapping as soon as the bell sounded. Didn't take much effort on her part, the masses were always happy to motivate the fitness model turned wrestler during her 'workouts' in the squared circle. Elise did not share in their enthusiasm, indeed the rhythmic, palm-powered percussion made Miss Murder roll her eyes like she'd been subjected to the world's corniest joke. But her expression darkened to something far more malevolent when she saw Powers leave her corner for the center of the ring. Such unbridled enthusiasm was disgusting, there was no arguing that. Bringing such nonsensical frivolity to a painful, screeching halt on the other hand, that made the Wolf of Winter all warm and tingly inside.
Powers saw the nasty look on the other brunette's face and knew she had something unpleasant in mind, not that this bothered Mabel in the slightest. She already knew Winterrest was a killjoy of the highest order and she wasn't about to let her stop the Fitness Fanatic from getting her reps in. “C'mon now, Elise!” Mabel called to her opponent once she reached center ring. “Twenty minutes is plenty for a great work-out, no need to waste any time slouching in the corner!”
The crowd was already firmly behind Powers with their clapping and she only bolstered their support with a series of crisp jumping jacks. She snapped off half a dozen and would've kept going if Winterrest hadn't exploded off the buckles in a dead sprint! Her speed startled Mabel, albeit not to much that the Pittsburgh native didn't shift from jacks to leapfrog in the span between heartbeats, Powers launching herself skyward to evade the Dropkick Elise had aimed at her sternum. The Icy Manipulator sailed through the recently vacated air to land on her left hip with a thud that was still shivering the canvas when she scrambled to verticality. As for Mabel, she did an about-face and settled into a loose grappler's crouch to be better prepared for Winterrest's next approach.
“Didn't quite reach your goal that time, honey.” Powers said with a twinkle in her eye. “Keep at it though, I'm sure you'll maximize your gains next time.”
“You better hope I don't.” Elise replied as she began to circle. “I'm not sure all these dopey little gym rats could handle seeing their heroine savaged in such merciless fashion.”
Mabel's smile faded and she rolled her shoulders. “I'd love to see you try, ba--”
Elise shot in low, snatched the other brunette's right ankle and would've dumped her on her ass if Powers hadn't twisted free at the last possible second. Whipping around behind her foe, Mabel delivered a single hard Forearm Smash to the center of her foe's back, then slipped her arms beneath Elise's biceps to stuff the Mainer's chin into her own decolletage with a stern Full NelsNO! Registering the trap before it was fully sprung, Elise raised her arms high overhead and dropped to a seat to slip free of Mabel's grip neat as you please! Startled by Winterrest's vanishing act, Powers leaned down to grab the retreating brunette and found herself grabbed in turn when Elise stretched out on her back and kicked both legs up beneath the Gym General's biceps. Hooking Mabel's calves even as she popped her hips forward, Elise rolled to a seat while tumbling the other brunette onto the back of her head and shoulders, Powers abruptly buns-up and wriggling madly within the confines of a left field Victory Roll that earned her a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Mabel kicked out and surged to boot-leather, the brunette shooting a frantic look at Craig Long that only relaxed when she saw the two upraised fingers. As for Elise, she took more time returning to verticality, indeed she was all smiles as she held up her right hand with the thumb and forefinger almost touching. “This close to dismissing you in under a minute before a world wide pay-per-view audience.” Miss Murder smirked. “How's that for maximizing my gains, brat?”
Mabel didn't much care for the other woman's tone. “You didn't actually accomplish anything though, honey. Quitters and trash-talkers never do.”
“You don't like my mouth, gym rat?” Elise sneered. “Then shut it, if you can.”
Powers certainly could so she tromped forward and swept Winterrest into a rough Collar-&-Elbow Lock--“HHRRGGHH!”
Elise let her close distance only to sling an arm around the back of Mabel's neck and draw her in for a tight Side Headlock! Hands knotted tight against Powers' cheek, Winterrest hop-stamped on the spot to roughly abrade the other wrestler's noggin before settling in for her first long squeeeeeeeeeeeeze. “Anything to say now, cutie?” Elise taunted as she continued to apply pressure to Mabel's noggin. “Perhaps one of those silly little aspirations about the joy of chin-ups at dawn before I break your jawNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Powers wasn't about to let Winterrest break anything but this damned Headlock so she pumped a trio of hard punches into her opponent's flank! A fourth broke Elise's grasp entirely so the Gym General straightened up and headed for the ropNO! Miss Murder lunged after her, snatched hold of Mabel's ponytail and used it to yank the startled powerhouse right back into the Headlock!
“Hey! Keep your hands off her hair, Elise!” barked the ref.
“I'd love to, but it's so pretty!” Elise was all smiles even as she curled her right hand into a fist and grrrrrrrrooooooound her knuckles against the crown of Mabel's skull with a Noogie that was rude as it was painful. “It's so glossy and thick, truly a lovely head of hair, Craig. Such a shame it frames a skull utterly devoid of interesting thoughts!” Pivoting in a sharp half circle that put both their backs to Craig, Elise shifted the Headlock just enough so she could snatch hold of Mabel's ponytail for another eye-watering YANK!
“HAIR!” Powers yowled as Winterrest continued to take aggressive liberties with her locks. “Get this cheater out of my hair!”
“What'd I tell you about that, Elise?” Long scurried around for a better view but of course by that point Winterrest's hands were right where they were supposed to be.
“I don't remember, weren't you listening either?” she chided. “Guess we're both mesmerized by this luscious head of haiHHRRGGGHH!”
Powers was already tired of dealing with Elise's bullshit so rather than waste more energy looking for help from the ref she cinched her arms around the Icy Manipulator's waist and boosted her off her feet with a brawny Bear Hug! Pleased by the surprise she felt running through her opponent's thrashing frame, Mabel answered every rough squeeze with one of her own all while doggedly tromping to the edge of the ring where she set Elise down and hooked a foot over the bottom strand. “Break the hold, cheater.”
Elise only squeezed harder, the black-clad brunette making a point to grind Powers' cheek against the point of her hip. “And what if I don't, little girlLLLRRRRGGHH!”
Powers bore down on the Bear Hug and was pleased to feel the other woman groan. “Then I'll squeeze until I feel your ribs start to--”
“That's enough, both of you!” Craig interrupted. “Both of you let go or I'll start a count.” Neither wrestler trusted their opponent to let loose of their own accord so they continued to work their respective holds while the irritated zebra called out, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Mabel released in time with 'FOUR!', Elise however held on a tiny bit longer, just enough to scrape her wrist-tape across the other brunette's eyes! Powers yelped and straightened up against the ropes, one hand flying to her face as she tried to clear her vision.
“Dammit Elise, what did you do?” Craig snapped at his charge.
“Me?” she feigned innocence. “Nothing at all! I can only assume Mabel here was a bit lax in her usual pre-match stretching routine.”
“That's a lie!” Mabel shouted. “She raked my eyes, CraOOOOFFFHH!” Powers was so preoccupied with one affront that she left herself open to another in the form of a Broadside Kneelift THUMPED across her midsection.
“Oh, I did no such thing!” Elise scoffed as she once again reeled Mabel into a Headlock. “How do you expect to make any serious improvements to your work-out if you insist on cutting corners? How does that old chestnut go? Oh yes, no pain, no gain!” On that unpleasant note Elise forced Powers' face against the top strand and proceeded to stroll toward the nearest corner on a pleasant constitutional that just so happened to draaaaaaaaaaag her opponent's face along the rubber-coated steel!
Mabel protested every step of the way by pounding more punches into Elise's ribs, but the cable proved quite discombobulating and as such her shots didn't land with the usual power. Yet the fact that they were thrown at all was more than enough to irritate Elise, who hauled the Workout Warrior up on tiptoe and BWUUUNGED her forehead first into the top turnbuckle! Powers sagged and grabbed the ropes on either side of the pad for support only to cry out in distress when Elise reared back and THUMPED heavy punch into her foe's left kidney!
“Doesn't feel good, does it, little girl?” Winterrest sneered as she ground her knuckles back and forth. “Maybe this'll teach you to keep those dainty little fists away from MMRRGGHH!”
Mabel stood up and jabbed a Back Elbow into Elise's mouth to rock her back on her heels! “Anything about that feel dainty to you, honNNNGGGHHH!”
Powers' retort was interrupted with a brisk slap from Winterrest that turned her head to one side. She was still trying to catch her balance when Elise whipped around and reached over one shoulder with both hands to collect Mabel's head in a Tree Quarters Facelock. From there she stepped out and dropped to one knee to flip the Gym General onto her butt with a huge Snapmare. Nothing to write home about really, at least not until the Icy Manipulator rushed forward and THWHONKED the point of her right knee between Mabel's shoulders! Powers jolted from end to end, though she was mostly frozen up when Elise shoved her flat against the mat and stretched across her chest for a count of...
SNAPMARE TO RUNNING KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1CUvQhvaX4
ONE!
TWO!
NOO!!!!!
The Gym General kicked out of the pin attempt and sent Miss Murder tumbling to her side. The competitors quickly rose to boot-leather and charged each other with renewed intensity. Elise tried to take her opponent's head off with a Clothesline but Powers ducked under and made a run for the ropes. Winterrest spun around to prepare for the incoming offense, but much to her surprise, the Gym General threw her whole body at her with a Running Crossbody, knocking Miss Murder onto her back!
RUNNING CROSSBODY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4u9XGvxtYE
"That's your 1RM?" Mabel chided as she rolled off Elise's body and sprang back to her feet. "Come on! We have more work to do!" Mabel gestured for Miss Murder to get up as she hopped around her, much to Winterrest's displeasure.
"I will make short work of you..." Elise grumbled as she calmly climbed to her feet. "...you ra..ARGHH!!" Winterrest gasped as Mabel caught her by surprise, shooting low and shuffling to her six to secure a Waistlock. Thanks to her experience, Elise knew to drop her hips toward the ground and made it difficult for Powers to throw her about. While that was effective to some extent, the Gym General's strength proved difficult to overcome. So, Miss Murder bid her time and swung a back elbow towards Mabel's noggin - NOBODY'S HOME!
Mabel released the hold and ducked under the elbow, regaining control with a front Waistlock and slammed Miss Murder to the canvas with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex!
BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JxPMlDQWRNQ
Shellshocked by the slam, Winterrest found herself quickly pinned for...
ONE!
TWO!
NOOO!!!!
Elise shoved the brunette away as she kicked out of the cover, but Powers wasn't about to relinquish control over her opponent. Hands clamped on Winterrest's head, The Gym General pulled Miss Murder back to boot-leather when Elise suddenly swatted both arms away and cracked a slap across Mabel's right cheek, staggering the Pittsburgh Powerhouse.
Capitalizing on the stunned brunette, Elise shot into the ropes but widened her eyes in shock as Mabel doubled down and launched her into the air with a sick Back Body Drop!
BACK BODY DROP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJONg9G3Eb0
"URGHH!!!" Elise grimaced in pain and clutched the small of her back as soon as she hit the ground. The Gym General drew momentum from the crowd as she paraded around the ring with a double biceps flex before turning her attention back to the struggling Winterrest.
Raising "four" in the air, Mabel declared to the crowd the number of reps she was going for and called upon the FAWNatics to echo each count. Winterrest huffed as she struggled to her feet, but Mabel immediately knocked her down with a Clothesline!
"ONE!"
Elise scrambled to her feet only to get hit by a second clothesline!
"TWO!"
The second clothesline left Miss Murder muddled, but quickly got bulldozed to the ground with a third clothesline!
"THREE!"
In a state of confusion, Winterrest was taking longer than usual to rise up, oblivious to the stalking Mabel.
"Finish strong!" Mabel yelled as she waited for her opponent to rise. As soon as Elise made it back to boot-leather, Mabel collected momentum in a pirouette and smacked Miss Murder with Discus Clothesline that sent her hips pointed to the rafters!
DISCUS CLOTHESLINE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=724AAZ5cgBM
The Gym General dove down and hooked Elise's legs for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOOO!!!
Winterrest bucked out of a near fall, sending Mabel's gaze to the ref who confirmed it was a two-count. Despite failing to seal the win, Mabel kept her cool, knowing that the series of Clotheslines managed to wear Elise down significantly. The Gym General hurriedly got to her feet and gave the ring a quick scan, pointing to the turnbuckle as she signaled for a top rope maneuver.
Powers stepped out to the apron and ascended to the top rope but failed to notice the risen Winterrest, who quickly threw herself into the ropes to knock Mabel from her perch!
"OMMPPHHH" Mabel moaned as her kitty slammed against the top turnbuckle! Elise bid her time to catch her breath, before knocking any slight chance of comeback from the Gym General with a couple of haymakers to the face!
Winterrest joined Power on the second ropes, looking to deliver a huge offense to her opponent!
“So you're searching for a strong finish, is that it?” Winterrest sneered to Powers after she'd helped herself to the other brunette's hair and climbed onto the second rope. “Rest assured you sweet little idiot, when I choose to finish you off it'll be far stronger than you ever imagined.”
Mabel was too woozy to respond in the wake of the crotch to turnbuckle collision, not to mention the Icy Manipulator's subsequent fisticuffs. That left it to the FAWNatics to jeer in derision when Elise reeled her adversary into a Front Facelock and slung the near arm across her shoulders. Yoking up on both these grips forced Powers to try and rise out of her seat, a move that made it much easier for the Winterrest to catch her right leg behind the knee in a snug cradle. Hooks set deep, the Wolf of Winter slowly muscled her burden up overhead before laying out full length to bring Mabel THAWHAMMING down on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy an Avalanche Fisherman's Buster!
AVALANCHE FISHERMAN'S BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQEyZ8tHb4M
The force of impact bounced Powers to a seat but she probably would've crumpled to the deck within seconds if Elise hadn't scrambled in behind and braced her left knee against the Pittsburgh native's upper back. In the same instant she grabbed hold of Mabel's right arm and stretched it back at an awkward angle just so she could pin the limb beneath her own left bicep. The result wasn't quite an Armbar or an Abdominal Stretch, but it put plenty of strain on Powers' strong frame, especially once Winterrest cupped her left hand over the other brunette's chin and wrenched her head back at a painful angle.
“What's the insipid bit of drivel you fitness mannequins are always grunting at one another?” Elise murmured as she continued to crank on the simple hold. “That's right, 'No pain, no gain'. The look on your perky little face suggests you're making plenty of gains, Mabel.”
“How you doing Mabel, you hanging in there?” Craig Long asked as he hunched down by the action. “If you need me to call it, just say the word!”
“Elise isn't bringing anything to this workout that I haven't seen a million times.” Powers replied as she streeeeeeeeeetched her left leg toward the ropes. “I'll be back doing reps before you know EEERRRRGGHHHHH!”
Winterrest SLAPPED her opponent's trim tummy once, twice, three times, then jabbed her index finger into Mabel's navel and gouged as hard as she could! “AAAAAARRRHHHH STOP!” Powers grabbed hold of Elise's clawin' wrist with her left hand and got another painful squeeze for her efforts.
“I'll stop when you submit, dear.” Winterrest explained in the same tone one might use on a talented, albeit somewhat obstinate toddler. “So unless you think you're strong enough to break my grip, you're going to have to sit there and suffer like a big girl.”
“The hell I will!” Powers sounded quite defiant despite the pain. “First I'm going to break this hold, then I'm going to break yoOOOOOOOHHHH GAAAAAHHH!”
Elise relinquished the Belly Claw only to slide that hand south for a nasty grip on the center of Mabel's trunks! Winterrest kept at it for a little more than five seconds before she let loose with a flourish and reached over Powers' shuddering frame to take possession of her left shin. “This just looks so awkward,” Miss Murder said softly, “Let's put it over here for the moment.” With that she folded Mabel's left leg over her right thigh in a sort of Figure Four that let Winterrest trap her foe's ankle beneath her right arm.
BASEMENT CROSS-LEGGED ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I3JeUH4jXhw
“Now there's really nowhere for you to go!” Elise tittered. “Would you like to submit or shall I keep tying you in knots?”
Mabel shook her head 'no' and pounded her left fist against the canvas to emphasize the point. “You can't hold me here forever, babe. You're not strong enough!”
“Is that so?” Elise sneered. “Sounds like the next step is to tie your tongue in a knotNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Mabel jerked her left elbow off the mat so she could hammer a few awkward Forearm Smashes into Elise's chest! Those blows were enough to get the Gym General her left leg back and from there she clambered to her knees while abruptly hooking her left arm around Winterrest's head in a Front Facelock. With that in place she started throwing punches into the other brunette's ribs, Mabel refusing to stop until her right arm was loose. Soon as it was she grabbed a handful of waistband and rose to her full hei-- 'Oooooooooooooohhhhhhh!' from the FAWNatics as Mabel gathered her strength and hoisted Elise directly overhead! She could've fallen backward but she didn't, choosing instead to let the crowd start a count while the blood ran to Winterrest's vile brain.
ONE!
TWO!
THREWOAAHHH!!!!
The Gym General interrupted the count with a display of strength, squatting up and down..."ONE! TWO! THREE!" Powers paraded around the ring with Elise straight up in the air, returning to the center before dropping Miss Murder on her back!
DELAYED VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WfN9D9pujKk
The ring rattled and the impact made Winterrest sit up briefly before returning to the canvas in a flattened sprawl. Mabel scurried beside Elise and hooked her leg for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOOOOOOO!!!!
Mabel's gaze immediately shot to the ref, who held up 'two' in response. Powers frowned in disappointment before grabbing the woozy Winterrest by one wrist and hauled her back to her feet. The Gym General leaned against Winterrest as she shoved her into the ropes and whipped her across the ring but Elise quickly anchored a foot to the canvas and counter-whipped her foe into the opposing ropes! As Mabel rebounded off the strands, Elise stepped into the center and sought to knock Mabel off her feet with a Clothesline but came up empty when Mabel ducked beneath her swinging arm! Elise twisted around, expecting the other brunette to hit the ropes once more but was unpleasantly surprised by yet another Discus Clothesline!
DISCUS CLOTHESLINE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=724AAZ5cgBM
"Time for some stretches!" Mabel rolled her shoulders as she flipped Miss Murder onto her stomach with the tip of one boot. The Gym General planted a foot beside either of her opponent's hips, then pinned her to the canvas by sitting on the base of her spine.
"Gu-GET OFF ME!" Winterrest demanded as she flailed on the canvas.
"Oh no, can't do that! Stretching is critical for good muscle health!" Mabel reached for Elise's chin with both hands and pulled her backward, torturing the Icy Manipulator with a painful Camel Clutch!
CAMEL CLUTCH
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xoKMIVgl9Lc
"Elise, you give?"
"NO! NEVER! NO-AAHHHH!!!" Winterrest screamed as Mabel leaned back. Winterrest desperately tried to free herself by prying open Mabel's grip. In the process, she pushed The Gym General's fingers off her chin, just enough for her to chomp down on Powers' fingers!
"AAHHHHH!! REF! SHE'S BITING!" Mabel released the hold and fell onto her back, clutching her hand and examined the bite mark on her hand.
Winterrest got back to her feet with the help of the ropes, but was quickly alerted by the charging stomps of Powers. The sly Elise pulled the top rope down with her bodyweight and sent Mabel tumbling to the floor!
"UGHH!!!" Mabel grunted as she crashed into the barely-padded floor. "Seems like we got one with all brawn but not brain." Elise scoffed as she exited the ring to join her opponent at the ringside.
Miss Murder punished the young upstart with a couple of stomps before picking Powers up and throwing her into the barricade! "UGHH!!"
"Let's see how tough those abs are!" Elise grinned as she stomped on Mabel's belly and ground her boot into it!
"Hey, that's enough! Bring the fight back into the ring!" the ref demanded, "10!"
"Just one moment!" Miss Murder replied as she picked the woozy brunette back onto her feet and set her up in a Front Facelock. Pulling the waistband of Mabel's trunks, Elise hoisted The Gym General into the air and Suplexed her onto the ringside floor!
Delivering a Suplex on the floor certainly wasn't pleasant, though it was far better than receiving one considering how Mabel shuddered from stem to stern and Elise only bared her teeth in a pained grimace. Snatching a handful of apron to help haul herself upright, the Icy Manipulator rolled under the bottom rope and stayed there just long enough to raise a pair of insolent middle fingers to Craig Long. “Do be so kind as to shut up, you unctuous little toad.” she cooed to the exasperated official. “Your incessant whining is playing hell with the atmosphere.”
With that she returned to the floor and delivered a few quick stomps to Mabel's belly before she scraped her off the mats with a huge hank of hair. “Tell me dear, is your vision starting to blur? Could be you're working out too hard.” Elise didn't wait for an answer, she simply THWHUNKED Powers' forehead against the edge of the apron and rudely scraaaaaaaaaaaped her vulnerable noggin along several inches of the rough canvas!
Mabel yowled and stuffed a sharp elbow into the pit of Winterrest's tummy, an act of defiance that resulted in a two handed Back Rake that ran from shoulders to buttocks and a particularly vindictive wedgie that muscled the beleaguered Gym General back into the squared circle. Elise skipped onto the apron and started to slide through only to draw back when she realized the other brunette was stretched parallel to the ropes. Not content to simply make an entrance when she could inflict more punishment on her adversary, Miss Murder raised her right arm high and made a show of pulling her elbow-pad onto her bicep. Once that was done she took the top rope in both hands and vaulted over, the black-clad bendy-back raising that bony dagger to shoulder level to best THWHUMP it against Mabel's sternum! Powers jolted hard for the second time in less than a minute but she didn't roll off her back so Elise planted an arrogant knee atop the spot she'd just spiked and casually reset her Elbow Pad while Craig and the crowd counted out...
SLINGSHOT ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QevDeGkxdZc
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Winterrest hadn't bothered to hook a leg so Mabel stretched one out and laid her foot on the bottom rope to break the pin! “Hmmmhhh, perhaps you're not as guileless as you look.” Elise murmured as she removed her knee from the other brunette's sternum. “Or perhaps you're simply a glutton for punishment!” The words were still on her tongue when the Icy Manipulator crooked both hands into talons and grabbed hold of Powers' ample chest!
“EEEEERRRRGGHHHHH LET GO!” Mabel clamped down on Winterrest's wrists and almost certainly would've prized those cruel clamps loose if Elise hadn't skewered her tummy with a well-timed knee!
“Alas, you're not negotiating from a position of strength.” the Malicious Mainer purred as she used the claws to haul the Pittsburgh Powerhouse to verticality. “And that means you'll continue to suffer until I say otherwise. But since you were kind enough to squeal like a helpless kitten...” Elise traded her talons for a Wristlock and rudely shouldered Powers into the nearest corner. A few seconds of rude grinding ensured Mabel's gurls were still properly tenderized when Elise took a giant step back and slung her toward the opposite corner with an Irish WhiNO! Winterrest reeled the Fitness Fanatic in once she reached the end of her tether and deftly dipped aside to send Mabel sprawling with a 'Murderous' Drop Toe Hold that BWUUUNGED the brunette's face into the middle turnbuckle!
MURDEROUS DROP TOE HOLD @ 1:27
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ff_0bTv_Rt8
The impact left Powers on her knees with both arms hanging over the second rope, so Elise braced a boot against the back of her skull then grabbed the top rope in both hands and dropped into a deep crouch to just smaaaaaaaaaaaaaash Mabel's mug against the rough canvas! Mabel squealed and flailed without actually finding a way out, thankfully Craig was close by and he quickly noted the infraction. “Enough of that, Elise! Get her out of the corner now! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Winterrest released with a sneer but immediately resumed bending the rules by snatching hold of her prey's hair. Leading the other brunette out to the middle of the ring on all fours, Elise hauled her upright just to jab a knee into her belly so she could secure a Standing Headscissors. “I'm through playing with you, gym rat.” Miss Murder sneered. “It's time I brought this trap snapping down across your disgusting neWHOOOAAAAH!”
Powers' vision wasn't doing so great, not that she needed to see much of anything to loop her arms around Elise's thighs and rise to her full height! She'd barely registered Winterrest's weight pressing against her back when the Gym General snapped forward and down to THAWHAM her burden to the thinly-sheathed plywood with a huge Alabama Slam! The powerful maneuver left Elise folded into an involuntary Matchbook so Mabel dropped to her knees and stretched out atop those upturned haunches to keep her down for the...
ALABAMA SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-EoavIyfV4
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOO!!!
Elise barely kicked out of the fall with a slight rise of the shoulder. "Are you kidding me?" Mabel cussed under her breath while Winterrest remained shellshocked from the slam. The Gym General climbed tiredly to her feet and backpedaled into the ropes, leapt into the air as she bounced toward Winterrest directing the bony joint - BUT NOBODY'S HOME!
"Urghh..." clutching her elbow, Powers slowly got to her knees, as did Winterrest. The Gym General and The Malicious Mainer moved back to the center of the ring and began trading haymakers with each other. Elise emerged as the winner in the competition of strikes, knocking Powers nearer and nearer to the ropes. Miss Murder pushed Mabel into the ropes and whipped her across the ring but Powers stomped her foot against the canvas on the first step and counter-whipped Elise into the opposite ropes. Elise returned find Mabel waiting for her in the center of the ring, scooping her up into the air and slamming her into the canvas with a Power Slam! Mabel hooked the leg and covered for the....
SCOOP POWER SLAM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5eXC7vP0v5E
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOO!!!
Winterrest buckled out of the hold but immediately felt a tugging in her hair. "Get up! We ain't done with this set!" Mabel growled as she pulled Elise to her feet. The Gym General gutwrenched the woozy Winterrest onto her shoulders and paced around the ring, looking to deliver a Running Powerslam but Winterrest managed to slip behind the other brunette and shoved her into the corner turnbuckles.
Elise waited in the center as Mabel staggered off the corner, shooting a boot into her midsection and drove her head into her canvas with a DDT!
DDT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a0FOHfgVukU
Mabel flipped over as her head bounced off the canvas, setting herself up for the cover by Elise for...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOO!!!
Mabel kicked out of the near fall, rolling to her side to deter a follow up cover. Elise slapped the mat in anger and glanced back at a stirring Mabel. "Get up meathead!" Miss Murder yelled as she got to her feet, hitting the ropes before returning with a Clothesline that missed the mark! Mabel ducked under the strike and shot an arm across Elise's collarbone, lifting Miss Murder into the air with immeasurable strength and slamming her into the canvas!
FULLY LOADED:
youtu.be/ssv98cs6qkE
Mabel rolled onto her back, not able to follow up with a cover after the big move. Confirming that both girls were down on the canvas, the ref began to start the ten count!
Elise couldn't do much following up either, though she did manage to flop onto her stomach to prevent the Pittsburgh Powerhouse from trying to cover her too easily. Indeed Craig Long was the only member of the trio to maintain verticality and he might've felt lonely if not for the FAWNatics joining in his count. “ONE... TWO...THREE... FOUR...”
Mabel raised a fist and started to pump it to a beat only she could hear. As for Winterrest, she grunted and fought to her hands and knees.
“FIVE... SIX... SEVEN... EIGHT...” 'Nine!' was on the official's lips when Powers drew her knees up to her chest and rocked back onto her shoulders so she could kip to boot-leather in a single frenetic burst!
“DIG DEEP PEOPLE!” she extolled the crowd with outstretched arms. “I KNOW WE'RE ALL TIRED, BUT IT'S TIME TO FINISH AND IN THIS HOUSE WE ONLY FINISH STRONG!”
Still on all fours, Miss Murder wanted nothing to do with this upbeat pablum so she turned away from Mabel only to sneer in disgust when the Gym General circled around in front and slapped on a Standing Headscissors! “Oh, you're not going anywhere Ms. Cranky-Pants!” Powers chided as she wrapped her arms around the other brunette's waist. “This is a special finish designed especially for your sad-sack ass!”
On that figuratively uplifting note Mabel set about some literal lifting by dipping into a crouch and flipping Winterrest up onto her shoulders in the stall for a Powerbomb. With Elise reduced to little more than gym equipment, Mabel spun in a full circle, then stopped and broke her grip so she could treat the March to War throng to a gorgeous double bicep fl-- the Icy Manipulator snatched a handful of Powers' dark hair and jerked her head back at an awkward angle that let her raaaaaaaaaake her nails across the other wrestler's eyes!
Mabel yelped and stumbled in place, forgetting all about the Gorgeous Bomb as she tried to swipe her vision back to normal. As for Elise she wriggled off her attacker's strong shoulders to land directly in front of the Gym General. A single swift Toe Kick doubled Powers over and let Winterrest catch hold of her left wrist. Stretching the other brunette's arm away from her torso, the Wolf of Winter threaded her right leg over the exposed arm then snatched a Front Facelock and dropped to her back to PLANT the crown of Mabel's skull like a tent spike!
BLACK SOLSTICE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKScBDPISs4
Somersaulted into an insensate sprawl by the force of Elise's Black Solstice, the hard-body battler didn't even register her opponent circling around to her feet, nor did she understand the depths of her peril when Miss Murder took a boot in each hand. Winterrest stretched Mabel's stems wide and for a moment it looked like she might stomp on her foe's crotch, but instead she deftly slung Powers' left leg over her right in a loose Figure Four. In the next instant she turned a half circle and snaked her right ankle across Mabel's left to keep the gammy knot in place without requiring the use of her hands. Once that was done she flipped Powers onto her washboard stomach and dropped to one knee atop those trapped stems. With Mabel's legs thoroughly neutralized, Elise reached down, snatched hold of the Gym General's ponytail and YANKED her head off the mat just so she could switch over to a perfectly legal Crossface grip that wrenched her neck and spine at a horrible angle!
JUSTIFIABLE HOMICIDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eYzUMIvMJLk
Forced to plant her palms against the mat to alleviate even a tiny bit of the strain caused by Justifiable Homicide, Mabel couldn't waggle a finger, though she still managed to yowl, “NO!” when Craig asked if she wanted to quit.
Elise only grinned and made a show of scraping her wrists back and forth across Powers' mouth and nose. “You're not quitting are you?” she teased while continuously bobbling Mabel's head up and down. “I can't imagine how humiliating it would be to quit in the middle of a work--”
“I'M NOT QUITTING!” Mabel pulled one hand away from the mat so she could pull and tug at Winterrest's grip. “I've got so many more reps in me, we're just getting startAAARRRHHH STAAAAAAAHHHPP!”
Elise lowered her head and aggressively ground the point of her chin across Powers' face while continuing to pour on the pressure. “SUBMIT!” Mabel stopped trying to escape and started swatting the canvas instead. “I SUBMIT! I SUB--”
“Tap that mat.” Winterrest ordered even as she switched over to a nasty fishhook that stretched Powers' lips into an awful smile. “Tap it so everyone knows you're finished, it's only good gym etiquette!”
Mabel moaned, tapped the mat harder, then added a second hand when it seemed like Elise wasn't going to honor the-- Winterrest let loose, got to her feet and went through a few competition worthy poses while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission... ELISE WINTERREST!”
“I think that's pain and gain enough for one day, wouldn't you say?” Elise tittered to the groaning Gym General. “Well, perhaps a little more pain.”
In this instance a little meant a huge double handful of Mabel's briefs that Winterrest made disappear with a savage wedgie! Releasing with a flourish the moment Powers managed to pull herself loose, Miss Murder blew her opponent a kiss and cooed, “Plenty more where that came from, should you find the courage for another rep.” Mabel offered no answer so Elise slipped through the ropes and headed up the aisle amidst the jeers of a disappointed crowd.
MABEL POWERS:
The busty brunette stepped through the curtain and strutted to the center of the stage, grinning from ear-to-ear as she ran both hands down her statuesque frame before bringing them up for a double bicep flex that earned a raucous cheer from the crowd. Her athletic appearance was enhanced by sweatbands on her wrists and forehead, with her hair neatly tied in a ponytail. Tonight, she was clad in royal blue sports briefs that hardly covered the curve of her glutes and a white sports bra that superfluously supported her large, firm breasts. She marched down the ramp in her black wrestling boots complete with black knee pads, happily slapping the hands of fans by the aisle as she did so.
Coming to a stop at the foot of the ramp, she hopped onto the apron and slowly slid one leg over the middle rope, where she paused to jiggle her booty a little before moving herself fully into the ring and gave herself a few spins. As usual, the arena filled with cheers and whistles for the Fit Queen. She pointed a jaunty finger at the crowd while touring around the squared circle, capturing the men’s hearts with her affectionate smile before going into the far corner where she (and her assets) bounced about to warm up.
Mabel was still running through her pre-work out when the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Belasco Maine, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-three pounds. They call her MISS MURDER, she is ELISE WINTERREST!”
OUT OF THE BLACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_d_C5b-BD4
ELISE WINTERREST:
Jeers of disdain, shouts of disgust and roars of general malaise from all corners of the arena at this pronouncement, the collected vitriol of the FAWNatics growing that even stronger once the pounding, staccato drumbeat of Royal Blood’s ‘Out of the Black’ oozed from the speakers. A few seconds later Elise stepped into view and spread her arms wide, the First Degree Femme Fatale brazenly challenging this miserable collection of oxygen wasters to do their absolute worst. They did their level best, alas it wasn’t nearly enough to dissuade the woman in question. Or the house lights for that matter, as they sank into gloom before blazing forth in an eerie, fiery red. Galvanized by the combined hatred of the FAWNatics, Elise lifted a hand to the rafters, then tipped her head backward and drew an index finger across her exposed throat.“Most women in this locker room would feel some small pang over punishing an ath-leisure loving mannequin.” she said to no one in particular as the camera closed in. “But as even YOU idiots have figured out by now, I am not most women.” Pleased by the prospect of imminent violence, the Wolf of Winter turned her attention to the squared circle and started down the aisle.
Barely noting the wall of disgust now that she’d turned her attention to the Gym General, Elise was a vision of icy calm in her fog gray ‘JUSTIFIABLE?’ tank-top, a wonderful example of sartorial viciousness that offered up a fine view of her lycra-sheathed midsection as well as her matching black elbow and knee pads and gleaming black boots that ended an inch south of her knee.
Drawing to a stop when she reached the foot of the ramp, Winterrest slunk over to a particularly odious member of the so called ’fan-base’ and placed a finger to his lips to make sure proper attention was paid when her anthem noted ‘So don’t breathe when I talk, ‘Cause you haven’t been spoken to.’ Leaving the imbecile before he could claim any moment of actual contact, the Malicious Mainer sauntered up the steps, dipped between the ropes and claimed the center of the ring for her very own. Shifting her focus to the hard camera, Elise took the bottom edge of her shirt in both hands and peeled it overhead to fully reveal the black halter style one-piece with its four bright red slashes across the front. Tossing the garment to referee Craig Long with little more than a flick of the eyes, Elise’s nasty smile grew noticeable wider when she placed a fingertip at the top of each of those nasty red slashes. Then she sloooooooowly traced them all the way to the bottom to let Powers know her six pack was nothing more than a scratching post for the Icy Manipulator. Offering the idiots at home a final slow throat-slash, when the lights returned to normal, Winterrest turned and headed back to her corner without a word, forcing the ref to trail along in her wake to carry out his final inspection.
Mabel set the FAWNatics to clapping as soon as the bell sounded. Didn't take much effort on her part, the masses were always happy to motivate the fitness model turned wrestler during her 'workouts' in the squared circle. Elise did not share in their enthusiasm, indeed the rhythmic, palm-powered percussion made Miss Murder roll her eyes like she'd been subjected to the world's corniest joke. But her expression darkened to something far more malevolent when she saw Powers leave her corner for the center of the ring. Such unbridled enthusiasm was disgusting, there was no arguing that. Bringing such nonsensical frivolity to a painful, screeching halt on the other hand, that made the Wolf of Winter all warm and tingly inside.
Powers saw the nasty look on the other brunette's face and knew she had something unpleasant in mind, not that this bothered Mabel in the slightest. She already knew Winterrest was a killjoy of the highest order and she wasn't about to let her stop the Fitness Fanatic from getting her reps in. “C'mon now, Elise!” Mabel called to her opponent once she reached center ring. “Twenty minutes is plenty for a great work-out, no need to waste any time slouching in the corner!”
The crowd was already firmly behind Powers with their clapping and she only bolstered their support with a series of crisp jumping jacks. She snapped off half a dozen and would've kept going if Winterrest hadn't exploded off the buckles in a dead sprint! Her speed startled Mabel, albeit not to much that the Pittsburgh native didn't shift from jacks to leapfrog in the span between heartbeats, Powers launching herself skyward to evade the Dropkick Elise had aimed at her sternum. The Icy Manipulator sailed through the recently vacated air to land on her left hip with a thud that was still shivering the canvas when she scrambled to verticality. As for Mabel, she did an about-face and settled into a loose grappler's crouch to be better prepared for Winterrest's next approach.
“Didn't quite reach your goal that time, honey.” Powers said with a twinkle in her eye. “Keep at it though, I'm sure you'll maximize your gains next time.”
“You better hope I don't.” Elise replied as she began to circle. “I'm not sure all these dopey little gym rats could handle seeing their heroine savaged in such merciless fashion.”
Mabel's smile faded and she rolled her shoulders. “I'd love to see you try, ba--”
Elise shot in low, snatched the other brunette's right ankle and would've dumped her on her ass if Powers hadn't twisted free at the last possible second. Whipping around behind her foe, Mabel delivered a single hard Forearm Smash to the center of her foe's back, then slipped her arms beneath Elise's biceps to stuff the Mainer's chin into her own decolletage with a stern Full NelsNO! Registering the trap before it was fully sprung, Elise raised her arms high overhead and dropped to a seat to slip free of Mabel's grip neat as you please! Startled by Winterrest's vanishing act, Powers leaned down to grab the retreating brunette and found herself grabbed in turn when Elise stretched out on her back and kicked both legs up beneath the Gym General's biceps. Hooking Mabel's calves even as she popped her hips forward, Elise rolled to a seat while tumbling the other brunette onto the back of her head and shoulders, Powers abruptly buns-up and wriggling madly within the confines of a left field Victory Roll that earned her a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Mabel kicked out and surged to boot-leather, the brunette shooting a frantic look at Craig Long that only relaxed when she saw the two upraised fingers. As for Elise, she took more time returning to verticality, indeed she was all smiles as she held up her right hand with the thumb and forefinger almost touching. “This close to dismissing you in under a minute before a world wide pay-per-view audience.” Miss Murder smirked. “How's that for maximizing my gains, brat?”
Mabel didn't much care for the other woman's tone. “You didn't actually accomplish anything though, honey. Quitters and trash-talkers never do.”
“You don't like my mouth, gym rat?” Elise sneered. “Then shut it, if you can.”
Powers certainly could so she tromped forward and swept Winterrest into a rough Collar-&-Elbow Lock--“HHRRGGHH!”
Elise let her close distance only to sling an arm around the back of Mabel's neck and draw her in for a tight Side Headlock! Hands knotted tight against Powers' cheek, Winterrest hop-stamped on the spot to roughly abrade the other wrestler's noggin before settling in for her first long squeeeeeeeeeeeeze. “Anything to say now, cutie?” Elise taunted as she continued to apply pressure to Mabel's noggin. “Perhaps one of those silly little aspirations about the joy of chin-ups at dawn before I break your jawNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Powers wasn't about to let Winterrest break anything but this damned Headlock so she pumped a trio of hard punches into her opponent's flank! A fourth broke Elise's grasp entirely so the Gym General straightened up and headed for the ropNO! Miss Murder lunged after her, snatched hold of Mabel's ponytail and used it to yank the startled powerhouse right back into the Headlock!
“Hey! Keep your hands off her hair, Elise!” barked the ref.
“I'd love to, but it's so pretty!” Elise was all smiles even as she curled her right hand into a fist and grrrrrrrrooooooound her knuckles against the crown of Mabel's skull with a Noogie that was rude as it was painful. “It's so glossy and thick, truly a lovely head of hair, Craig. Such a shame it frames a skull utterly devoid of interesting thoughts!” Pivoting in a sharp half circle that put both their backs to Craig, Elise shifted the Headlock just enough so she could snatch hold of Mabel's ponytail for another eye-watering YANK!
“HAIR!” Powers yowled as Winterrest continued to take aggressive liberties with her locks. “Get this cheater out of my hair!”
“What'd I tell you about that, Elise?” Long scurried around for a better view but of course by that point Winterrest's hands were right where they were supposed to be.
“I don't remember, weren't you listening either?” she chided. “Guess we're both mesmerized by this luscious head of haiHHRRGGGHH!”
Powers was already tired of dealing with Elise's bullshit so rather than waste more energy looking for help from the ref she cinched her arms around the Icy Manipulator's waist and boosted her off her feet with a brawny Bear Hug! Pleased by the surprise she felt running through her opponent's thrashing frame, Mabel answered every rough squeeze with one of her own all while doggedly tromping to the edge of the ring where she set Elise down and hooked a foot over the bottom strand. “Break the hold, cheater.”
Elise only squeezed harder, the black-clad brunette making a point to grind Powers' cheek against the point of her hip. “And what if I don't, little girlLLLRRRRGGHH!”
Powers bore down on the Bear Hug and was pleased to feel the other woman groan. “Then I'll squeeze until I feel your ribs start to--”
“That's enough, both of you!” Craig interrupted. “Both of you let go or I'll start a count.” Neither wrestler trusted their opponent to let loose of their own accord so they continued to work their respective holds while the irritated zebra called out, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Mabel released in time with 'FOUR!', Elise however held on a tiny bit longer, just enough to scrape her wrist-tape across the other brunette's eyes! Powers yelped and straightened up against the ropes, one hand flying to her face as she tried to clear her vision.
“Dammit Elise, what did you do?” Craig snapped at his charge.
“Me?” she feigned innocence. “Nothing at all! I can only assume Mabel here was a bit lax in her usual pre-match stretching routine.”
“That's a lie!” Mabel shouted. “She raked my eyes, CraOOOOFFFHH!” Powers was so preoccupied with one affront that she left herself open to another in the form of a Broadside Kneelift THUMPED across her midsection.
“Oh, I did no such thing!” Elise scoffed as she once again reeled Mabel into a Headlock. “How do you expect to make any serious improvements to your work-out if you insist on cutting corners? How does that old chestnut go? Oh yes, no pain, no gain!” On that unpleasant note Elise forced Powers' face against the top strand and proceeded to stroll toward the nearest corner on a pleasant constitutional that just so happened to draaaaaaaaaaag her opponent's face along the rubber-coated steel!
Mabel protested every step of the way by pounding more punches into Elise's ribs, but the cable proved quite discombobulating and as such her shots didn't land with the usual power. Yet the fact that they were thrown at all was more than enough to irritate Elise, who hauled the Workout Warrior up on tiptoe and BWUUUNGED her forehead first into the top turnbuckle! Powers sagged and grabbed the ropes on either side of the pad for support only to cry out in distress when Elise reared back and THUMPED heavy punch into her foe's left kidney!
“Doesn't feel good, does it, little girl?” Winterrest sneered as she ground her knuckles back and forth. “Maybe this'll teach you to keep those dainty little fists away from MMRRGGHH!”
Mabel stood up and jabbed a Back Elbow into Elise's mouth to rock her back on her heels! “Anything about that feel dainty to you, honNNNGGGHHH!”
Powers' retort was interrupted with a brisk slap from Winterrest that turned her head to one side. She was still trying to catch her balance when Elise whipped around and reached over one shoulder with both hands to collect Mabel's head in a Tree Quarters Facelock. From there she stepped out and dropped to one knee to flip the Gym General onto her butt with a huge Snapmare. Nothing to write home about really, at least not until the Icy Manipulator rushed forward and THWHONKED the point of her right knee between Mabel's shoulders! Powers jolted from end to end, though she was mostly frozen up when Elise shoved her flat against the mat and stretched across her chest for a count of...
SNAPMARE TO RUNNING KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1CUvQhvaX4
ONE!
TWO!
NOO!!!!!
The Gym General kicked out of the pin attempt and sent Miss Murder tumbling to her side. The competitors quickly rose to boot-leather and charged each other with renewed intensity. Elise tried to take her opponent's head off with a Clothesline but Powers ducked under and made a run for the ropes. Winterrest spun around to prepare for the incoming offense, but much to her surprise, the Gym General threw her whole body at her with a Running Crossbody, knocking Miss Murder onto her back!
RUNNING CROSSBODY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4u9XGvxtYE
"That's your 1RM?" Mabel chided as she rolled off Elise's body and sprang back to her feet. "Come on! We have more work to do!" Mabel gestured for Miss Murder to get up as she hopped around her, much to Winterrest's displeasure.
"I will make short work of you..." Elise grumbled as she calmly climbed to her feet. "...you ra..ARGHH!!" Winterrest gasped as Mabel caught her by surprise, shooting low and shuffling to her six to secure a Waistlock. Thanks to her experience, Elise knew to drop her hips toward the ground and made it difficult for Powers to throw her about. While that was effective to some extent, the Gym General's strength proved difficult to overcome. So, Miss Murder bid her time and swung a back elbow towards Mabel's noggin - NOBODY'S HOME!
Mabel released the hold and ducked under the elbow, regaining control with a front Waistlock and slammed Miss Murder to the canvas with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex!
BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JxPMlDQWRNQ
Shellshocked by the slam, Winterrest found herself quickly pinned for...
ONE!
TWO!
NOOO!!!!
Elise shoved the brunette away as she kicked out of the cover, but Powers wasn't about to relinquish control over her opponent. Hands clamped on Winterrest's head, The Gym General pulled Miss Murder back to boot-leather when Elise suddenly swatted both arms away and cracked a slap across Mabel's right cheek, staggering the Pittsburgh Powerhouse.
Capitalizing on the stunned brunette, Elise shot into the ropes but widened her eyes in shock as Mabel doubled down and launched her into the air with a sick Back Body Drop!
BACK BODY DROP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJONg9G3Eb0
"URGHH!!!" Elise grimaced in pain and clutched the small of her back as soon as she hit the ground. The Gym General drew momentum from the crowd as she paraded around the ring with a double biceps flex before turning her attention back to the struggling Winterrest.
Raising "four" in the air, Mabel declared to the crowd the number of reps she was going for and called upon the FAWNatics to echo each count. Winterrest huffed as she struggled to her feet, but Mabel immediately knocked her down with a Clothesline!
"ONE!"
Elise scrambled to her feet only to get hit by a second clothesline!
"TWO!"
The second clothesline left Miss Murder muddled, but quickly got bulldozed to the ground with a third clothesline!
"THREE!"
In a state of confusion, Winterrest was taking longer than usual to rise up, oblivious to the stalking Mabel.
"Finish strong!" Mabel yelled as she waited for her opponent to rise. As soon as Elise made it back to boot-leather, Mabel collected momentum in a pirouette and smacked Miss Murder with Discus Clothesline that sent her hips pointed to the rafters!
DISCUS CLOTHESLINE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=724AAZ5cgBM
The Gym General dove down and hooked Elise's legs for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOOO!!!
Winterrest bucked out of a near fall, sending Mabel's gaze to the ref who confirmed it was a two-count. Despite failing to seal the win, Mabel kept her cool, knowing that the series of Clotheslines managed to wear Elise down significantly. The Gym General hurriedly got to her feet and gave the ring a quick scan, pointing to the turnbuckle as she signaled for a top rope maneuver.
Powers stepped out to the apron and ascended to the top rope but failed to notice the risen Winterrest, who quickly threw herself into the ropes to knock Mabel from her perch!
"OMMPPHHH" Mabel moaned as her kitty slammed against the top turnbuckle! Elise bid her time to catch her breath, before knocking any slight chance of comeback from the Gym General with a couple of haymakers to the face!
Winterrest joined Power on the second ropes, looking to deliver a huge offense to her opponent!
“So you're searching for a strong finish, is that it?” Winterrest sneered to Powers after she'd helped herself to the other brunette's hair and climbed onto the second rope. “Rest assured you sweet little idiot, when I choose to finish you off it'll be far stronger than you ever imagined.”
Mabel was too woozy to respond in the wake of the crotch to turnbuckle collision, not to mention the Icy Manipulator's subsequent fisticuffs. That left it to the FAWNatics to jeer in derision when Elise reeled her adversary into a Front Facelock and slung the near arm across her shoulders. Yoking up on both these grips forced Powers to try and rise out of her seat, a move that made it much easier for the Winterrest to catch her right leg behind the knee in a snug cradle. Hooks set deep, the Wolf of Winter slowly muscled her burden up overhead before laying out full length to bring Mabel THAWHAMMING down on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy an Avalanche Fisherman's Buster!
AVALANCHE FISHERMAN'S BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQEyZ8tHb4M
The force of impact bounced Powers to a seat but she probably would've crumpled to the deck within seconds if Elise hadn't scrambled in behind and braced her left knee against the Pittsburgh native's upper back. In the same instant she grabbed hold of Mabel's right arm and stretched it back at an awkward angle just so she could pin the limb beneath her own left bicep. The result wasn't quite an Armbar or an Abdominal Stretch, but it put plenty of strain on Powers' strong frame, especially once Winterrest cupped her left hand over the other brunette's chin and wrenched her head back at a painful angle.
“What's the insipid bit of drivel you fitness mannequins are always grunting at one another?” Elise murmured as she continued to crank on the simple hold. “That's right, 'No pain, no gain'. The look on your perky little face suggests you're making plenty of gains, Mabel.”
“How you doing Mabel, you hanging in there?” Craig Long asked as he hunched down by the action. “If you need me to call it, just say the word!”
“Elise isn't bringing anything to this workout that I haven't seen a million times.” Powers replied as she streeeeeeeeeetched her left leg toward the ropes. “I'll be back doing reps before you know EEERRRRGGHHHHH!”
Winterrest SLAPPED her opponent's trim tummy once, twice, three times, then jabbed her index finger into Mabel's navel and gouged as hard as she could! “AAAAAARRRHHHH STOP!” Powers grabbed hold of Elise's clawin' wrist with her left hand and got another painful squeeze for her efforts.
“I'll stop when you submit, dear.” Winterrest explained in the same tone one might use on a talented, albeit somewhat obstinate toddler. “So unless you think you're strong enough to break my grip, you're going to have to sit there and suffer like a big girl.”
“The hell I will!” Powers sounded quite defiant despite the pain. “First I'm going to break this hold, then I'm going to break yoOOOOOOOHHHH GAAAAAHHH!”
Elise relinquished the Belly Claw only to slide that hand south for a nasty grip on the center of Mabel's trunks! Winterrest kept at it for a little more than five seconds before she let loose with a flourish and reached over Powers' shuddering frame to take possession of her left shin. “This just looks so awkward,” Miss Murder said softly, “Let's put it over here for the moment.” With that she folded Mabel's left leg over her right thigh in a sort of Figure Four that let Winterrest trap her foe's ankle beneath her right arm.
BASEMENT CROSS-LEGGED ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I3JeUH4jXhw
“Now there's really nowhere for you to go!” Elise tittered. “Would you like to submit or shall I keep tying you in knots?”
Mabel shook her head 'no' and pounded her left fist against the canvas to emphasize the point. “You can't hold me here forever, babe. You're not strong enough!”
“Is that so?” Elise sneered. “Sounds like the next step is to tie your tongue in a knotNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Mabel jerked her left elbow off the mat so she could hammer a few awkward Forearm Smashes into Elise's chest! Those blows were enough to get the Gym General her left leg back and from there she clambered to her knees while abruptly hooking her left arm around Winterrest's head in a Front Facelock. With that in place she started throwing punches into the other brunette's ribs, Mabel refusing to stop until her right arm was loose. Soon as it was she grabbed a handful of waistband and rose to her full hei-- 'Oooooooooooooohhhhhhh!' from the FAWNatics as Mabel gathered her strength and hoisted Elise directly overhead! She could've fallen backward but she didn't, choosing instead to let the crowd start a count while the blood ran to Winterrest's vile brain.
ONE!
TWO!
THREWOAAHHH!!!!
The Gym General interrupted the count with a display of strength, squatting up and down..."ONE! TWO! THREE!" Powers paraded around the ring with Elise straight up in the air, returning to the center before dropping Miss Murder on her back!
DELAYED VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WfN9D9pujKk
The ring rattled and the impact made Winterrest sit up briefly before returning to the canvas in a flattened sprawl. Mabel scurried beside Elise and hooked her leg for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOOOOOOO!!!!
Mabel's gaze immediately shot to the ref, who held up 'two' in response. Powers frowned in disappointment before grabbing the woozy Winterrest by one wrist and hauled her back to her feet. The Gym General leaned against Winterrest as she shoved her into the ropes and whipped her across the ring but Elise quickly anchored a foot to the canvas and counter-whipped her foe into the opposing ropes! As Mabel rebounded off the strands, Elise stepped into the center and sought to knock Mabel off her feet with a Clothesline but came up empty when Mabel ducked beneath her swinging arm! Elise twisted around, expecting the other brunette to hit the ropes once more but was unpleasantly surprised by yet another Discus Clothesline!
DISCUS CLOTHESLINE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=724AAZ5cgBM
"Time for some stretches!" Mabel rolled her shoulders as she flipped Miss Murder onto her stomach with the tip of one boot. The Gym General planted a foot beside either of her opponent's hips, then pinned her to the canvas by sitting on the base of her spine.
"Gu-GET OFF ME!" Winterrest demanded as she flailed on the canvas.
"Oh no, can't do that! Stretching is critical for good muscle health!" Mabel reached for Elise's chin with both hands and pulled her backward, torturing the Icy Manipulator with a painful Camel Clutch!
CAMEL CLUTCH
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xoKMIVgl9Lc
"Elise, you give?"
"NO! NEVER! NO-AAHHHH!!!" Winterrest screamed as Mabel leaned back. Winterrest desperately tried to free herself by prying open Mabel's grip. In the process, she pushed The Gym General's fingers off her chin, just enough for her to chomp down on Powers' fingers!
"AAHHHHH!! REF! SHE'S BITING!" Mabel released the hold and fell onto her back, clutching her hand and examined the bite mark on her hand.
Winterrest got back to her feet with the help of the ropes, but was quickly alerted by the charging stomps of Powers. The sly Elise pulled the top rope down with her bodyweight and sent Mabel tumbling to the floor!
"UGHH!!!" Mabel grunted as she crashed into the barely-padded floor. "Seems like we got one with all brawn but not brain." Elise scoffed as she exited the ring to join her opponent at the ringside.
Miss Murder punished the young upstart with a couple of stomps before picking Powers up and throwing her into the barricade! "UGHH!!"
"Let's see how tough those abs are!" Elise grinned as she stomped on Mabel's belly and ground her boot into it!
"Hey, that's enough! Bring the fight back into the ring!" the ref demanded, "10!"
"Just one moment!" Miss Murder replied as she picked the woozy brunette back onto her feet and set her up in a Front Facelock. Pulling the waistband of Mabel's trunks, Elise hoisted The Gym General into the air and Suplexed her onto the ringside floor!
Delivering a Suplex on the floor certainly wasn't pleasant, though it was far better than receiving one considering how Mabel shuddered from stem to stern and Elise only bared her teeth in a pained grimace. Snatching a handful of apron to help haul herself upright, the Icy Manipulator rolled under the bottom rope and stayed there just long enough to raise a pair of insolent middle fingers to Craig Long. “Do be so kind as to shut up, you unctuous little toad.” she cooed to the exasperated official. “Your incessant whining is playing hell with the atmosphere.”
With that she returned to the floor and delivered a few quick stomps to Mabel's belly before she scraped her off the mats with a huge hank of hair. “Tell me dear, is your vision starting to blur? Could be you're working out too hard.” Elise didn't wait for an answer, she simply THWHUNKED Powers' forehead against the edge of the apron and rudely scraaaaaaaaaaaped her vulnerable noggin along several inches of the rough canvas!
Mabel yowled and stuffed a sharp elbow into the pit of Winterrest's tummy, an act of defiance that resulted in a two handed Back Rake that ran from shoulders to buttocks and a particularly vindictive wedgie that muscled the beleaguered Gym General back into the squared circle. Elise skipped onto the apron and started to slide through only to draw back when she realized the other brunette was stretched parallel to the ropes. Not content to simply make an entrance when she could inflict more punishment on her adversary, Miss Murder raised her right arm high and made a show of pulling her elbow-pad onto her bicep. Once that was done she took the top rope in both hands and vaulted over, the black-clad bendy-back raising that bony dagger to shoulder level to best THWHUMP it against Mabel's sternum! Powers jolted hard for the second time in less than a minute but she didn't roll off her back so Elise planted an arrogant knee atop the spot she'd just spiked and casually reset her Elbow Pad while Craig and the crowd counted out...
SLINGSHOT ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QevDeGkxdZc
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Winterrest hadn't bothered to hook a leg so Mabel stretched one out and laid her foot on the bottom rope to break the pin! “Hmmmhhh, perhaps you're not as guileless as you look.” Elise murmured as she removed her knee from the other brunette's sternum. “Or perhaps you're simply a glutton for punishment!” The words were still on her tongue when the Icy Manipulator crooked both hands into talons and grabbed hold of Powers' ample chest!
“EEEEERRRRGGHHHHH LET GO!” Mabel clamped down on Winterrest's wrists and almost certainly would've prized those cruel clamps loose if Elise hadn't skewered her tummy with a well-timed knee!
“Alas, you're not negotiating from a position of strength.” the Malicious Mainer purred as she used the claws to haul the Pittsburgh Powerhouse to verticality. “And that means you'll continue to suffer until I say otherwise. But since you were kind enough to squeal like a helpless kitten...” Elise traded her talons for a Wristlock and rudely shouldered Powers into the nearest corner. A few seconds of rude grinding ensured Mabel's gurls were still properly tenderized when Elise took a giant step back and slung her toward the opposite corner with an Irish WhiNO! Winterrest reeled the Fitness Fanatic in once she reached the end of her tether and deftly dipped aside to send Mabel sprawling with a 'Murderous' Drop Toe Hold that BWUUUNGED the brunette's face into the middle turnbuckle!
MURDEROUS DROP TOE HOLD @ 1:27
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ff_0bTv_Rt8
The impact left Powers on her knees with both arms hanging over the second rope, so Elise braced a boot against the back of her skull then grabbed the top rope in both hands and dropped into a deep crouch to just smaaaaaaaaaaaaaash Mabel's mug against the rough canvas! Mabel squealed and flailed without actually finding a way out, thankfully Craig was close by and he quickly noted the infraction. “Enough of that, Elise! Get her out of the corner now! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Winterrest released with a sneer but immediately resumed bending the rules by snatching hold of her prey's hair. Leading the other brunette out to the middle of the ring on all fours, Elise hauled her upright just to jab a knee into her belly so she could secure a Standing Headscissors. “I'm through playing with you, gym rat.” Miss Murder sneered. “It's time I brought this trap snapping down across your disgusting neWHOOOAAAAH!”
Powers' vision wasn't doing so great, not that she needed to see much of anything to loop her arms around Elise's thighs and rise to her full height! She'd barely registered Winterrest's weight pressing against her back when the Gym General snapped forward and down to THAWHAM her burden to the thinly-sheathed plywood with a huge Alabama Slam! The powerful maneuver left Elise folded into an involuntary Matchbook so Mabel dropped to her knees and stretched out atop those upturned haunches to keep her down for the...
ALABAMA SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-EoavIyfV4
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOO!!!
Elise barely kicked out of the fall with a slight rise of the shoulder. "Are you kidding me?" Mabel cussed under her breath while Winterrest remained shellshocked from the slam. The Gym General climbed tiredly to her feet and backpedaled into the ropes, leapt into the air as she bounced toward Winterrest directing the bony joint - BUT NOBODY'S HOME!
"Urghh..." clutching her elbow, Powers slowly got to her knees, as did Winterrest. The Gym General and The Malicious Mainer moved back to the center of the ring and began trading haymakers with each other. Elise emerged as the winner in the competition of strikes, knocking Powers nearer and nearer to the ropes. Miss Murder pushed Mabel into the ropes and whipped her across the ring but Powers stomped her foot against the canvas on the first step and counter-whipped Elise into the opposite ropes. Elise returned find Mabel waiting for her in the center of the ring, scooping her up into the air and slamming her into the canvas with a Power Slam! Mabel hooked the leg and covered for the....
SCOOP POWER SLAM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5eXC7vP0v5E
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOO!!!
Winterrest buckled out of the hold but immediately felt a tugging in her hair. "Get up! We ain't done with this set!" Mabel growled as she pulled Elise to her feet. The Gym General gutwrenched the woozy Winterrest onto her shoulders and paced around the ring, looking to deliver a Running Powerslam but Winterrest managed to slip behind the other brunette and shoved her into the corner turnbuckles.
Elise waited in the center as Mabel staggered off the corner, shooting a boot into her midsection and drove her head into her canvas with a DDT!
DDT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a0FOHfgVukU
Mabel flipped over as her head bounced off the canvas, setting herself up for the cover by Elise for...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOO!!!
Mabel kicked out of the near fall, rolling to her side to deter a follow up cover. Elise slapped the mat in anger and glanced back at a stirring Mabel. "Get up meathead!" Miss Murder yelled as she got to her feet, hitting the ropes before returning with a Clothesline that missed the mark! Mabel ducked under the strike and shot an arm across Elise's collarbone, lifting Miss Murder into the air with immeasurable strength and slamming her into the canvas!
FULLY LOADED:
youtu.be/ssv98cs6qkE
Mabel rolled onto her back, not able to follow up with a cover after the big move. Confirming that both girls were down on the canvas, the ref began to start the ten count!
Elise couldn't do much following up either, though she did manage to flop onto her stomach to prevent the Pittsburgh Powerhouse from trying to cover her too easily. Indeed Craig Long was the only member of the trio to maintain verticality and he might've felt lonely if not for the FAWNatics joining in his count. “ONE... TWO...THREE... FOUR...”
Mabel raised a fist and started to pump it to a beat only she could hear. As for Winterrest, she grunted and fought to her hands and knees.
“FIVE... SIX... SEVEN... EIGHT...” 'Nine!' was on the official's lips when Powers drew her knees up to her chest and rocked back onto her shoulders so she could kip to boot-leather in a single frenetic burst!
“DIG DEEP PEOPLE!” she extolled the crowd with outstretched arms. “I KNOW WE'RE ALL TIRED, BUT IT'S TIME TO FINISH AND IN THIS HOUSE WE ONLY FINISH STRONG!”
Still on all fours, Miss Murder wanted nothing to do with this upbeat pablum so she turned away from Mabel only to sneer in disgust when the Gym General circled around in front and slapped on a Standing Headscissors! “Oh, you're not going anywhere Ms. Cranky-Pants!” Powers chided as she wrapped her arms around the other brunette's waist. “This is a special finish designed especially for your sad-sack ass!”
On that figuratively uplifting note Mabel set about some literal lifting by dipping into a crouch and flipping Winterrest up onto her shoulders in the stall for a Powerbomb. With Elise reduced to little more than gym equipment, Mabel spun in a full circle, then stopped and broke her grip so she could treat the March to War throng to a gorgeous double bicep fl-- the Icy Manipulator snatched a handful of Powers' dark hair and jerked her head back at an awkward angle that let her raaaaaaaaaake her nails across the other wrestler's eyes!
Mabel yelped and stumbled in place, forgetting all about the Gorgeous Bomb as she tried to swipe her vision back to normal. As for Elise she wriggled off her attacker's strong shoulders to land directly in front of the Gym General. A single swift Toe Kick doubled Powers over and let Winterrest catch hold of her left wrist. Stretching the other brunette's arm away from her torso, the Wolf of Winter threaded her right leg over the exposed arm then snatched a Front Facelock and dropped to her back to PLANT the crown of Mabel's skull like a tent spike!
BLACK SOLSTICE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKScBDPISs4
Somersaulted into an insensate sprawl by the force of Elise's Black Solstice, the hard-body battler didn't even register her opponent circling around to her feet, nor did she understand the depths of her peril when Miss Murder took a boot in each hand. Winterrest stretched Mabel's stems wide and for a moment it looked like she might stomp on her foe's crotch, but instead she deftly slung Powers' left leg over her right in a loose Figure Four. In the next instant she turned a half circle and snaked her right ankle across Mabel's left to keep the gammy knot in place without requiring the use of her hands. Once that was done she flipped Powers onto her washboard stomach and dropped to one knee atop those trapped stems. With Mabel's legs thoroughly neutralized, Elise reached down, snatched hold of the Gym General's ponytail and YANKED her head off the mat just so she could switch over to a perfectly legal Crossface grip that wrenched her neck and spine at a horrible angle!
JUSTIFIABLE HOMICIDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eYzUMIvMJLk
Forced to plant her palms against the mat to alleviate even a tiny bit of the strain caused by Justifiable Homicide, Mabel couldn't waggle a finger, though she still managed to yowl, “NO!” when Craig asked if she wanted to quit.
Elise only grinned and made a show of scraping her wrists back and forth across Powers' mouth and nose. “You're not quitting are you?” she teased while continuously bobbling Mabel's head up and down. “I can't imagine how humiliating it would be to quit in the middle of a work--”
“I'M NOT QUITTING!” Mabel pulled one hand away from the mat so she could pull and tug at Winterrest's grip. “I've got so many more reps in me, we're just getting startAAARRRHHH STAAAAAAAHHHPP!”
Elise lowered her head and aggressively ground the point of her chin across Powers' face while continuing to pour on the pressure. “SUBMIT!” Mabel stopped trying to escape and started swatting the canvas instead. “I SUBMIT! I SUB--”
“Tap that mat.” Winterrest ordered even as she switched over to a nasty fishhook that stretched Powers' lips into an awful smile. “Tap it so everyone knows you're finished, it's only good gym etiquette!”
Mabel moaned, tapped the mat harder, then added a second hand when it seemed like Elise wasn't going to honor the-- Winterrest let loose, got to her feet and went through a few competition worthy poses while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission... ELISE WINTERREST!”
“I think that's pain and gain enough for one day, wouldn't you say?” Elise tittered to the groaning Gym General. “Well, perhaps a little more pain.”
In this instance a little meant a huge double handful of Mabel's briefs that Winterrest made disappear with a savage wedgie! Releasing with a flourish the moment Powers managed to pull herself loose, Miss Murder blew her opponent a kiss and cooed, “Plenty more where that came from, should you find the courage for another rep.” Mabel offered no answer so Elise slipped through the ropes and headed up the aisle amidst the jeers of a disappointed crowd.