Post by hawkeye on Jun 6, 2023 23:23:55 GMT
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minutes time limit. Introducing first, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. She stands at five feet seven inches tall, and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds! She is, The Gym General, MABEL POWERS!"
As the arena lights dimmed, the rhythmic beat of pulsating music filled the air. A spotlight illuminated the entrance ramp, and the crowd eagerly awaited the arrival of their beloved Fitness Fanatic, Mabel Powers.
With an explosion of energy, the curtains parted, and Mabel emerged, radiating confidence and strength. Dressed in a pink vibrant sports bra and black booty shorts that showcased her sculpted physique, completed with black pads and white wrestling boots, she began her triumphant stride towards the ring.
MABEL POWERS:
As she made her way down the ramp, the crowd erupted with excitement, their cheers echoing throughout the arena. Mabel's infectious enthusiasm was palpable, captivating the audience with her undeniable charisma. Reaching the ringside, Powers paused, her chiseled frame gleaming under the vibrant lights. The music swelled to a crescendo, and she struck her signature pose, flexing her biceps. The crowd roared in response, their admiration for her dedication to fitness and her captivating presence evident.
With a confident smile, Mabel continued her path, climbing the steel steps with ease and grace. As she entered the ring, she climbed up the ropes and flexed once more, embracing the adoration from the crowd. She returned to the deck of the ring and settled in her corner, patiently waiting for her opponent to enter.
The crowd was still offering Powers all their love 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:
And just like that the good mood crumbled into jeering disdain, the FAWNatics vying to drown out the pounding, staccato drumbeat of Royal Blood’s ‘Out of the Black’. A few seconds later Elise stepped into view and spread her arms wide, the First Degree Femme Fatale brazenly challenging the wholesale waste of skin known as Orlando to do their 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.“Some poor souls are simply too foolish to be properly punished.” she said to no one in particular as the camera closed in. “And some poor souls are simply so foolish that they MUST be punished. I've yet to decide which of these best describes dear Mabel.” Eager to bring light to the dark of her ignorance, 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 the legend known only as Merle 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 vicious red slashes. Then she sloooooooowly traced them all the way to the bottom to let Powers know her six pack would soon once again bear the awful mark of the Icy Manipulator.
Mabel's perpetually pleasant expression grew considerably less so once the bell sounded and she trained her attention on Miss Murder. Eager to avenge the workout that'd gone so wrong back at March to War, she bounced from the corner and went straight to the center of the squared circle. As for Elise, she didn't make the Gym General wait long, though she did look mildly amused by the fact that Powers actually had the nerve to challenge her again after that initial humiliation. Sauntering out to meet the other brunette, Elise raised both hands to meet Mabel's impending clench only to step backward when Powers lunged for her!
One finger raised in a 'hold on just a sec!' sort of gesture, Winterrest set her feet, then crossed her arms at chest-level and dipped into a series of squats that Mabel couldn't critique despite her personal distaste for the Icy Manipulator. “Sorry, sorry, I was so busy earlier I couldn't get a proper workout in.” Elise explained between reps. “I figure you of all people would understand and really, it's only fair my glutes be at their best when they settle down on your no--”
Mabel unleashed a Haymaker that would've clouted Winterrest across the jaw if she hadn't dipped a little lower and spun around behind the Fitness Fanatic! Powers whirled to meet her with hands raised in anticipation of a counterattack, instead she found Elise backed off to a respectable distance so she could bust out several crisp jumping jacks! Smiling prettily at the irritation she saw flash across the other wrestler's face, Winterrest continued her exercises while she asked, “What's the matter, sweetness? Are you perhaps starting to understand how frustrating it can be when all you want to do is fight and the idiot in the other corner insists on some light calisthenics beforehand?”
Powers scoffed as she put her hands on her hips. “You couldn't handle a fight with me, babe. That's why you had to rake my eyes to slip out of the NNGGGHHH!”
Elise flicked out a hand and CRACKED! Mabel across the mouth with a Bitch Slap that twisted her head sideways! Snickering as the other brunette rubbed at her stinging face, Winterrest circled around so her back was to the hard camera while she busted out some standing leg lifts that showed off excellent definition in her thighs and glutes. “I didn't HAVE to rake your eyes to beat you, little girl.” Elise scoffed at the fuming beauty. “I did so simply because it was the most efficient and amusing way to punish you at the tiHHRRGGGH!”
Mabel turned on a dime, sprang into the air and earned raucous cheers from the FAWNatics when she THWHAPPED her boots into Elise's mush with a gorgeous Standing Dropkick!
STANDING DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=khlT4NeovC8
Winterrest went down in a startled heap, popped right back up and got clobbered with short-range Polish Hammer that put her right back on the deck! The force of it sent Mabel to one knee as well, but she was up a few steps ahead of Miss Murder, thus she was able to deliver a second Polish Hammer!
A PAIR OF POLISH HAMMERS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EEINWsLMrX0
Elise was considerably slower to rise after that last shot, so Powers stomped over, grabbed a double handful of hair and 'helped' her back to full verticality only to thread an arm through the other brunette's thighs and muscled her onto one shoulder like she weighed little more than a gym mat! Quick to pivot so she was facing the hard camera, Powers offered the viewers at home a beaming smile before she went up on tiptoes and slung her burden to the canvas with a BOOMING Scoop Slam! Elise grimaced and sat up shortly thereafter only to find herself pushed down flat so Mabel could bust out some quick jumping jacks of her own! After a perfect half dozen she dipped into a deep crouch and leapt skyward, all the better to come down with every bit of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds THWHAMMED down in an Elbow Drop that gouged her foe's sternum!
Winterrest rasped something nasty and flopped over onto her side, but that wasn't much to Mabel's liking so she grabbed her foe at shoulder and hip and pulled her back the way she'd came so she could stretch out across her chest and hook the far leg for...
ONE...
Even stunned, the Icy Manipulator had more than enough in the tank to simply kick out so it spoke volumes that she chose to drag her nails down Powers' cheek instead! “So that's how you want to play it?” Mabel growled as she leaned back on her haunches. “Ok, Miss Nasty. Let's see how you do when I stop holding back!”
Plunging her hands into Winterrest's dark hair, Powers got to her feet and forced Elise to do the same before switching over to a more legally pleasing Wristlock. The Gym General pivoted toward a corner on the far side of the ring and sent the woozy wrestler on her way with a strong Irish Whip. Said wooziness didn't seem to impact the Mainer's stride, though she was still moving at an unsafe speed when she whipped around and BWUNGED against the roughly-padded turnbuckles. The impact made the folks at ringside cringe and sent a shiver through Elise's legs that would've totally undone her knees if the cagey battler hadn't draped her arms over the top rope to remain upright. Such a tactic would've proved more useful if she'd thought to call to Merle for a rope break, as it was she was still catching her breath when Mabel rushed across the canvas and left her feet to THWHUMP! Miss Murder with an Avalanche Splash that caught her between a rock and a hard-body!
Such an emphatic tummy on tits collision earned another loud roar from the FAWNatics, though Powers didn't pause her campaign to acknowledge the noise. Instead she hopped down, grabbed hold of the breathless battler's wrist and chided, “Think you can handle the same treatment in all four corners, babe?” In truth Mabel wasn't sure she could, but she didn't really care either, so rather than worrying about such inconsequential details she stepped back, dropped a shoulder and hurled Elise into the opposite corner. This trek was punctuated by another loud BWUNG that Powers treated like a starter pistol. Mabel made great time on her journey and was mere heartbeats away from lifting off in another Splash when Elise exploded out of the corner and went low, the Wolf of Winter THWHACKING her boot heels into Powers' upper thighs in a Dropkick of her own!
Where Powers' shot had sent Elise down, Winterrest's answer sent her rival tumbling forward, Mabel barely able to twist her head to the side so she hit the second turnbuckle with her cheek instead of her nose! Relief at stemming the other brunette's advance soon curdled into outright disgust as a sneering Elise stomped over to Mabel and braced a knee against the back of the Pennsylvanian's skull. From there she grabbed hold of the top rope and leeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaned back as far as she could while driving the bony dagger as hard as she could.
Mabel squealed and thrashed for a few seconds, but it wasn't long before she grabbed hold of the middle strand and burbled something that sounded like 'ROPES!' Surprise surprise, Winterrest let loose at once, though this apparent adherence to protocol was just a smokescreen to keep Merle off his game long enough for the Icy Manipulator to haul Powers to boot-leather and secure a Side Headlock. “Did you REALLY just tell me you were going to stop holding back?” Elise sneered even as she forced Mabel's cheek down against the rubber-coated steel. “Why would that concern me in the slightest? If either of us should worry about a lack of restraint in her opponent...” Winterrest bore down with all her weight and proceeded to strut along the ropes while slowly draaaaaaaaaaaaaaggging her foe's face!
Merle followed along, barking at Miss Murder to break the painful predicament while the Mayhem throng directed a torrent of boos toward the ring. As before, Elise relinquished her grip well ahead of the end of Merle's count and just as before she immediately grabbed a double handful of hair. But rather than drag across this time she pushed through, the Malicious Mainer forcing Powers' upper half through the the gap between the top and middle strands. “Hey, let go of her Elise!” Merle barked while Winterrest seized the other brunette's arms and hooked them over the top rope. “She's in the ropes, you have to--”
“I don't HAVE to do anything, idiot!” Elise momentarily abandoned the Fitness Fanatic so she could walk down the scurrying official! “I will do as I see fit within the confines of your pedestrian rules and if you don't like it I suggest you muster the courage to disqualify me!” Knowing damned well that wasn't coming off so light an infringement, Winterrest stormed back to Mabel and cupped her chin in both hands. “So you're not holding back now, are you?” she slipped first one leg and then the other around Powers' waist and began to squeeze. “Heaven help you if I choose to do the same!” With that she pulled back on the Chinlock and kicked her legs up and forward, Elise doing everything in her considerable power to cut Mabel in half with the Scissors!
ROPE HUNG SCISSORS & CHINLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_2GxVOOrPNU
Mabel flailed and scraped at Winterrest's forearms, but could find no real solace until Merle hurried back and began to count. Elise worked it 'til 'FOUR', then disengaged and grabbed hold of Powers' waistband to reel her out of the strands. Walking her into a Waistlock, the Icy Manipulator dipped her knees and popped her hips to take Mabel up, over, and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders with a German Suplex good for...
BRIDGING GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9LgvODrAfGQ
ONE!
TWO!
NOO!!!
Elise rose to her feet, confident that the German Suplex got Mabel good, though the fall hadn't been successful. As she gathered herself, she was taken aback by Mabel's sudden charge. In a split second, Mabel swiftly wrapped her arms around Elise's waist and executed a powerful Belly-to-Belly Suplex, launching Elise through the air, sending her crashing near the turnbuckles.
OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3gFPGQUeMCo
Elise managed to clamber to her feet, utilizing the ropes for support, before finding solace by leaning against the corner to catch her breath. However, Mabel seized the opportunity to inflict more punishment upon Miss Murder, launching a powerful Hip Attack directly into her midsection. The impact left Elise gasping, her hands instinctively clutching her aching abs as she slumped down into a seated position in the corner.
"Wanna witness what Miss Nasty truly deserves?" Powers taunted, rallying the crowd as she confidently strutted out of her corner. With a mischievous smile, she provocatively tucked her bottom between her cheeks, directing her glutes menacingly towards Elise before skillfully backpedaling into her face. "How do my glutes feel?" Mabel teased, grinding her behind against Elise's protesting features while the latter's arms flailed in panic.
ASSTATICS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NsI3HqGDAmQ
As the Fitness Fanatic confidently strutted back to the center of the ring, the thunderous cheers of the crowd fueled her energy. Meanwhile, Elise remained stunned and bewildered by the turn of events, trying to make sense of what had just transpired. Without wasting any time, the Gym General, displaying her immense strength, forcefully yanked Winterrest back to a standing position. With a firm grip, she effortlessly hoisted Elise into the air, holding her suspended for a brief moment that seemed to stretch eternity. The crowd eagerly joined in, counting along as each second passed, building up the anticipation.
GORILLA PRESS SLAM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h8uW7CTI-lA
"One... Two... Three... Four... Five!"
At the peak of the count, the Gym General released her grip, sending Elise hurtling toward the unforgiving canvas. Helplessly, Winterrest's face collided with the mat, the impact reverberating through the ring. The audience erupted with a mix of awe and excitement, witnessing the devastating maneuver executed with precise force. The Gym General flipped Miss Murder onto her back, hooking her far leg for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOO!!!
Elise kicked out of the near fall. However, her exertion was evident, as her labored breathing betrayed the toll the match had taken on her.
Mabel could not resist a jab on her opponent. "You need some cardio in your training!" she mocked, relishing in Elise's momentary weakness. With a swift motion, Mabel hoisted Elise off the canvas and forcefully shoved her into the corner.
Hand tightly gripping Winterrest's wrist, Mabel exerted her strength and violently whipped Elise across the ring, aiming to slam her into the opposite corner. Elise groaned in pain as her back collided with the padded turnbuckle, the impact echoing throughout the arena with a resounding 'THUD'!
Taking a moment, the Gym General measured her up, preparing to deliver a devastating blow. With a burst of speed, she charged towards Elise, leaping into the air, aiming for the biggest splash of the match but NO!. Miss Murder, fueled by instinct, swiftly evaded the impending attack, causing Mabel's chest to crash full force into the unyielding steel turnbuckle instead. The audience winced in sympathy as the collision reverberated through the arena, leaving Mabel temporarily stunned and vulnerable. As she staggered out of the corner, Winterrest doubled her over with a kick to the midsection and grabbed her head into a Front Facelock, driving Mabel's head into the canvas with a ring rattling DDT!
DDT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6XwSOUyQi7w
Elise abruptly stopped the Gym General's momentum. The maneuver caught Mabel off guard, causing her to be momentarily stunned and disoriented while Winterrest took a much-needed moment to catch her breath and regain her composure. Exploiting the opportunity created by the DDT, Elise straddled her opponent's back and descended into a seat. With a fierce determination in her eyes, Elise firmly secured her grip around Mabel's chin and bent her back in a painful arch. The Gym General's face contorted in agony as the pressure intensified, causing her to grit her teeth and struggle against the submission.
CAMEL CLUTCH @ 5:00
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cYtCX5u-4dw
With the Camel Clutch locked in tight, Elise leaned in closer to Mabel, a sly grin creeping across her face. Taking advantage of the moment, she couldn't resist the opportunity to unleash some biting trash talk.
"Is that all you've got, Mabel?" Elise taunted, her voice dripping with malice. "You thought you could take me down? Well, think again! This is just a taste of what I'm capable of."
The threat was still hanging in the air when Winterrest planted her heels and craaaaaaaaaaanked back on the Camel Clutch with enough force to make Mabel groan and bare her teeth! She didn't submit though, not even when Merle dropped down beside the action and asked, “What do you say, Mabel? Need me to call for the be--”
The Icy Manipulator pulled one hand from Powers' chin so she could cup it over the other brunette's mouth and nose. “Yes Merle, I submit!” she said in a high, whining falsetto. “Elise is far too clever and strong for the likes of me, in fact, I think I'll retire from wrestling and start selling smoothies under the overpasOOOOOOWWWWW!”
Mabel didn't approve of biting on general principle, but she didn't much care for Winterrest's hand over her mouth either, so she chomped down as soon as the opportunity presented itself! Elise cursed in disgust, but rather than abandon the Camel Clutch like Mabel thought she would, the black-clad battler curled her free hand into a talon and hooked two fingers into her opponent's nostrils! A single vile yank made Powers spit out her foe's hand and just like that Winterrest mashed Mabel's cheeks between thumb and forefinger to craft a pained, humiliated visage.
“When will you learn, you nattering little idiot?” she hissed at the Fitness Fanatic. “Muscles and enthusiasm will only take you so far. Against me they'll only get you hur--”
Trash talk be damned, Powers let out a growl and abruptly slid one knee into place against the canvas! Her other knee followed immediately thereafter and then the Pittsburgh native was clambering to boot-leather with Winterrest threading both legs around her waist in what was effectively a piggyback ri-- “AAAAAHHHHH!”
Irritated by the meathead's refusal to understand simple reason, Miss Murder extracted her claw from Mabel's nose and just as quickly raked it across her eyes! Powers yelped and stumbled forward, all her attention focused on clearing her blurred vision. That single-mindedness allowed Elise to relinquish the Bodyscissors, snag a handful of hair and wrench the Gym General's head back far enough to wedge it beneath her left armpit. Feigning a bout of abrupt onset temporary deafness as Merle scolded her about raking the eyes, Winterrest snagged a handful of her foe's waistband just above the right hip and dropped to a seat to THWHUNK the back of Mabel's head and shoulders against the deck courtesy an Inverted DDT! The explosive impact left Powers sprawled out flat so Elise threw a leg over and climbed aboard, the Wolf of Winter stuffing a whole lotta tummy against Mabel's mug while the ref and the FAWNatics counted...
REVERSE DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_3YFV0lAlQs
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Powers bucked Winterrest from her perch with half a second to spare! “Not finished with your screaming reps, is that it?” Elise chortled as she stood up and claimed possession of Powers' boots. “Fine, you can cry until your voice gives out for all I care.”
Tucking Mabel's ankles under her arms, Elise locked her hands and deftly turned the other brunette onto her belly before she stepped over. A Boston Crab was close at hand until the Icy Manipulator casually discarded her foe's right foot and dropped into a heavy seat on the small of Mabel's back. Not that the Single Leg Crab was anything to joke about either, but longtime followers of Miss Murder's career were a bit curious as to why she-- Elise curled her free hand into a spade and secured it to the center of her opponent's sporty trunks!
HALF CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3E_5NkbWHN8
“AAAAAHHHH GAAAAAAAAAAWD!” Powers shrieked to raise the dead, then pulled at her own hair to distract herself from the awful pain of that undefended claw.
“I already made you tap out once, would you care to make it twice? Or perhaps you'd like to pass out instead!”
Elise squeezed harder and jostled her wrist with an intensity that earned a concerned, 'PLEASE DON'T TAP!' chant from those assembled. Mabel didn't, but the noticeable tremor in her left arm suggested the thought had crossed her mind. After several more seconds she curled that hand into a fist and slammed it into the mat just to grab hold and start dragging herself toward the ropes!
Her resilience seemed to irritate Elise to no end, as she soon narrowed her focus to a pincer that had the powerhouse wailing louder than ever! “Tap out, Powers!” she demanded. “I'm through playing with NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Mabel curled her left arm into a 'V' and drove it backward into Winterrest's right hip in an effort to make her break the hold! Her positioning was awkward, yet that didn't seem to deter the Fitness Fanatic in the slightest and after half a dozen thrown 'bows Elise slung the captured leg aside and got to her feet! Alas, this didn't mean much in the way of a respite for Mabel, indeed she'd barely had a chance to put a hand to the small of her back when Winterrest delivered a few sharp stomps.
“Get up then!” Elise demanded as she grabbed a double handful of hair. “You're tuff enough to gut it out, you're tuff enough to die on your feeOOOFFFFHH!”
Powers slammed a Headbutt into the pit of Elise's stomach as soon as she was on her knees, then she hooked her right arm between the other brunette's thighs and muscled her across her shoulders while simultaneously getting to her feet! Normally Mabel liked to augment a Fireman's Carry with a few squats, tonight however she simply shot back on her heels and laid out flat to THAWHAM Winterrest to the deck with a massive Samoan Drop!
SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSVUkRibwoY
The Icy Manipulator clambered to her feet and staggered into the ropes as Mabel swiftly rebounded, effortlessly springing back onto her feet and launching Elise out of the ring with a powerful Clothesline. Elise managed to briefly land on her feet, before ultimately collapsing onto a nearby seat. The Fitness Fanatic seized the opportunity to inspire the roaring crowd, flexing her bulging biceps in a powerful pose, proclaiming, "Just getting started, folks! Watch me heat things up!" Exhibiting her commanding presence, the Gym General sprinted towards the far ropes, building up momentum, and swiftly hurled herself through the ropes, crashing into Miss Murder with tremendous force, propelling her back-first into the barricade, causing it to tremble and shake.
SUICIDE DIVE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMc_NDFuZks
"URGHH!!!" Elise grunted and dropped onto her fours, momentarily stunned by the blow. Mabel lifted Elise from the floor and forcefully guided her head into the unforgiving edge of the apron, dazing The Icy Manipulator. Showing her dominance, Mabel then decisively tossed Elise back into the ring. Powers spun around to rally the crowd once more before swiftly moving back into the ring and stalked the rising Winterrest from the back. As soon as Winterrest was up, The Fitness Fanatic struck from behind and expertly executed a picture-perfect Belly-to-Back Suplex, lifting her off the mat and arching her back, before slamming her down with incredible force. The impact resonated throughout the arena, leaving both the audience and Elise in awe of Mabel's raw power.
BELLY-TO-BACK SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Up2NLlqhDs
Winterrest grimaced, her back arching in agony, clutching the small of her back as she let out a pained groan. Sensing her vulnerability, Mabel seized the moment, exerting tremendous force to drive Winterrest forcefully into the canvas for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOO!!!
Just as the referee's hand was about to strike the mat for the third count, Elise explosively kicked out, breaking free from the pin-fall attempt.
The Gym General recognized Elise's vulnerability following multiple attacks on her spine. Moving swiftly, she pulled the disoriented Winterrest back up to her feet, positioning herself in front of her. With a determined expression, The Gym General enveloped Winterrest in a powerful Bear Hug, her arms tightly cinching around Elise's waist, applying immense pressure, jolting her left and right.
BEARHUG
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Fipf0mhQm0
"You give?" the ref asked.
"To this dumb bitch? No-ARGHH!!!! NEVER!" Elise screamed in agony but refused to give up. The intense agony coursing through Elise's body forced her to smack wildly over Powers' face but could not force her to break. In a desperate attempt to escape the suffocating Bear Hug, The Icy Manipulator resorted to a cunning move. With a sudden surge of desperation, Elise instinctively raised her hand, her fingers transforming into sharp talons. She raked her talons across Mabel's eyes, inflicting excruciating pain and forcing an abrupt release from the hold. Mabel cried out in agony, stumbling backward, desperately rubbing her eyes to alleviate the stinging sensation.
The Icy Manipulator seized the opportunity and trapped the compromised Mabel in a Front Facelock and dropped flat on her back, spiking Powers head into the canvas with a Murderous DDT!
MURDEROUS DDT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVYYOY33j1w
With a sly smirk and a mischievous glint in her eye, she proceeded to taunt her fallen opponent. Elise confidently strutted around the ring, mockingly mimicking Mabel's signature poses, provoking the crowd's ire and generating a mix of boos and jeers.
“Oh please, get over yourselves!” Winterrest scoffed after several more mocking jumping jacks raised the crowd noise to near deafening levels. “We all know you idiots LOVE seeing this walking gym mat crash and burn, so don't make me the villain for giving you exactly what you want!”
This line of thinking certainly didn't endear her to the FAWNatics, not that Miss Murder cared about their feelings in the slightest. Mabel's feelings on the other hand concerned her a great deal, as long as those feelings were anguish, despair or some combination of both. To that end she helped herself to the Fitness Fanatic's hair and scraped her off the mat only to wrench her head backward for an Inverted Facelock the instant she was upright. With Powers' chin wedged tight under her left arm, Elise grabbed a handful of Mabel's black trunks above the right hip and turned to face the hard camera. Treating all the idiots on the other side to a blown kiss, Elise sank into a deep crouch and muscled her opponent up 'n over for what looked like an Inverted Vertical Suplex, but at the apex she twisted in place to convert to a Front Facelock before dropping to her butt to THAWHAM Mabel down flat on her face, chest and belly!
WINTER WIND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-K73PFo3S8
Chilled to the bone by that unseasonable blast of Winter Wind, Powers remained stretched out face-down while the Malicious Mainer swiveled around into a seat on her left side. Snuggled in close, she reached over the vulnerable powerhouse's upper back to grab hold of her right wrist, which she then drew across Mabel's throat to-- “HHHHRRRRGGGHHHHH!” Powers thrashed back to life when Elise planted her feet and yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on that half-straitjacket to throttle Mabel with her own traitorous arm!
Aware that his charges were in the middle of the ring with a great deal of canvas between them and the reprieve of the ropes, Merle hurried over and hunkered down beside the action to check on the Gym General. “What do you say, Mabel? Need me to call for the bell? If it gets to be too much I'll-”
“Whine and tell me to let her go?” Winterrest interrupted blandly. “Yes, yes, I know. Now, would you please shut up so I can better enjoy this brat's cryWHOOOAAAHH!”
Powers didn't have the necessary leverage to free herself from the awful predicament, she did however possess the wherewithal to slip her free left arm beneath the other brunette's right leg. In the next instant she rolled over to tumble Winterrest onto her back in an impromptu cradle good for the...
ONE...
TWO...
Legs kicking wildly, Miss Murder escaped the pin with a full second to spare and resumed pulling harder than ever! “Ask her.” Elise growled at the official as Powers continued to thrash and writhe. “Ask the puffed up little poseur if she's ready to sub--”
“NEVER!” Mabel shouted before Winterrest could finish her question. “You got me once, it's never gonna happen ag--”
Winterrest pivoted onto all fours without relinquishing the Straitjacket and thun-thun-THUNKED no less than half a dozen vicious Kneelifts into the side of Powers' head! After the last shot she put her free hand against Mabel's hip and pushed her onto her back so she could stretch out across her chest in a domineering Crossbody that lasted through...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
A relieved cheer from the ranks of the Gym General when Powers shot an arm into the air to beat the count by little more than a whisper!
Glaring down at the other brunette in obvious disgust, Elise filled her hands with Mabel's battle damp hair and forced her to stand when Winterrest did the same. From there she stuffed Powers' head under her right arm and slipped her hands under the Fitness Fanatic's biceps to secure her arms in a tight Double Underhook. No theatrics or threatening pronouncements from the usually loquacious Icy Manipulator, instead she just gathered her strength and muscled Mabel up for a Murder Most FoNO! Powers sank to one knee, effectively blocking her foe's finisher!
“Not NEARLY enough.” Elise hissed as she unclasped her hands and reached down to seize hold of the other brunette's waistband for a salacious wedg-- Mabel straightened up, then dropped into a crouch and snapped off a quick bridge to THWHUMP Elise down on her back in what was effectively a Northern Lights Suplex! Already close, Merle swooped in to count off...
ONE...
TWO...
Winterrest kicked loose, scrambled to verticality and rushed forward with a Clothesline as soon as Powers was on her feeNOT TODAY! Mabel ducked the strike, then lunged in and caught Elise with a Bear Hug the instant she turned around. Yanking Winterrest up into the air, Powers pivoted around and went down on one knee to THWHUMP Elise's spine across the posted joint in a beautiful Belly to Belly Backbreaker! Elise bounced off and was immediately covered by Mabel, the Fitness Fanatic bundling both legs into a tight Back Press that pointed her butt toward the lights for a count of...
BELLY TO BELLY BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OuNroPJdF-s
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOO!!!
Elise kicked out of the cover, barely surviving the fall. Fueled by adrenaline, The Gym General swiftly regained her footing and peeled Miss Murder off the canvas to her unsteady feet. Mabel threw an arm across Elise's clavicle, positioning Elise for the Fully Loaded. However, a momentary lapse in Mabel's focus allowed Elise to break out of the hold with a few well-placed elbows to Mabel's face! As Powers staggered in a circle, Elise seized the opportunity to take back control of the match a lar-NO! Mabel ducked under the Lariat in a nick of time and threw an arm across Elise's chest. Except this time, she immediately lifted Winterrest into the air and planted her hard into the canvas with a Fully Loaded slam!
FULLY LOADED
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8sD3E1ePmn4
Mabel repositioned herself and hooked Elise's legs once more for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOO!!!
Mabel's face contorted in shock as Elise defiantly kicked out of the pin-fall attempt. Her eyes widened, reflecting a mixture of surprise and disbelief. The crowd mirrored Mabel's reaction, their collective gasps and murmurs filling the arena. The atmosphere crackled with the electric energy of the unexpected turn of events. Mabel's shock slowly transformed into determination, her eyes narrowing and her jaw clenching, as she recalibrated her focus and resolved to intensify her assault, vowing to leave no stone unturned in her quest for victory.
With a forceful grip on Elise's battle-tousled hair, Powers demonstrated her dominance over Winterrest. Securing her opponent in a Standing Headscissors, she asserted her control, showcasing her strength and imposing presence. The crowd's anticipation reached a crescendo as Powers treated them to a double biceps flex pose, a clear signal that her devastating finisher, the Gorgeous Bomb, was about to be unleashed. With one forceful lift, The Gym General hauled Elise onto her shoulders. As Mabel prepared to drive Winterrest straight through the canvas, a sudden jolt of pain shot through her eyes! Letting out a piercing scream, Mabel staggered backward, clutching her eye in agony. Elise had resorted to a desperate yet effective maneuver, thumbing Mabel's eye in a bid to escape The Gorgeous Bomb.
Disoriented and in pain, Mabel instinctively stumbled backward, inadvertently backpedaling into the ropes. The weight of Elise caused Mabel to lose HER balance and the two fierce competitors tumbled over the ropes, crashing to the ringside area in a chaotic entanglement. Ringside personnel and the referee rushed to ensure the safety of both wrestlers, as the match momentarily paused in the wake of the unexpected fall.
As the brawl spilled outside the ring, Mabel managed to seize control of the chaotic situation, unleashing a series of precise strikes and impactful maneuvers, Mabel showcased her raw power. Mabel forcefully drove Elise into the barricade, delivering bone-jarring strikes and utilizing the environment to her advantage. The surrounding chaos only served to amplify the intensity of the confrontation, leaving the audience on the edge of their seats.
As the fierce brawl between Mabel and Elise raged on outside the ring, the referee quickly intervened to restore order. Realizing the need to enforce the rules, the referee initiated the count, loudly announcing, "One! Two!"
The crowd's anticipation grew as the count continued, with the referee's voice echoing through the arena. Understanding the potential consequences of not returning to the ring in time, Mabel temporarily halted her assault and made her way back towards the squared circle, bringing her opponent along with her.
With Elise snatched by trunks and tresses, Powers loped forward and slung the other brunette under the bottom rope to return her to the field well shy of the count's end. Rather than follow her opponent's path, the Fitness Fanatic skipped onto the apron and strode to the nearest corner where she leapt to the high rent district like a lightweight. A burly bicep flex earned a roar from the crowd that only grew louder when Mabel leapt out into the void and cocked her right elbow up beside her ear, all the better to drive it through Elise's sternum with a massive—Winterrest rolled out of the way at the last second, leaving Powers to THA-WHAM down full force on the recently-vacated canvas!
Pretty face twisted in anguish as she held that throbbing arm to her chest, Mabel sat up and rolled over onto her hands and knees. Jaw clenched in an effort to fight through the pain, the Gym General clambered to boot-leather and flipped hair from her eyes just in time to see Elise hop onto the second strand directly in front of her and rebound away, Miss Murder reaching out with both hands to catch Mabel's noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock half a heartbeat before she laid out and PLANTED the Powerhouse on her face and chest! Caught dead to rights by the Bullet with a Name, Mabel bounced up and tumbled onto her back in an insensate starfish, the brunette offering no response when Winterrest sat on her chest and hooked one leg in a Half Matchbook that allowed her to SPANK Powers' defenseless glutes in time with the count of...
BULLET WITH A NAME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d6CUeNAukGQ
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Mabel's escape happened so late that Merle had to bounce up and shout “Only two!” to the Timekeeper to prevent an errant clang of the bell!
Winterrest regarded the official with open disdain, but instead of wasting breath complaining about the count she grabbed a double handful of Powers' dark hair and aggressively scrubbed her face back and forth across the rough canvas! Ending the abuse only when Merle reached 'FOUR!' the Icy Manipulator raised her hands and snipped, “Oh good, so you CAN count beyond two.”
From there she stood up and strolled to a corner directly behind the vulnerable brunette. A quick jump 'n twist settled Elise in position on the top turnbuckle, where she waited while Mabel slowly rose to her feet. Quite unaware of her foe's looming presence, Powers turned around to find Elise already airborne, the black-clad battler diving down on her with her right leg extended for a huge Standing Leg Dro—NO! Mabel pivoted ever so slightly and got her arms up to catch Winterrest around the waist which left her stranded atop Mabel's shoulders in perfect position for a Powerbomb! It wasn't the prettiest catch she'd ever made, Powers was knocked back several steps in order to maintain her balance, but maintain it she did and in doing so she never lost her grip on Miss Murder.
Breaking into a smile as a wide-eyed Elise shook her head 'no, no, no!', Mabel taunted, “Gotcha now, baby!” then rocked back on her heels and hurled Winterrest forward to deliver the Gorgeous Bo—NOOOO! Ever mindful when it came to self preservation, Elise grabbed a double handful of hair and jerked Powers' face into her crotch even as she locked her legs around the Fitness Fanatic's head and popped her hips to flip Mabel off her feet with an impromptu Hurricanrana! Powers' legs shot up on impact and Winterrest hooked both before leaning forward to complete the Matchbook. Merle saw the pinned shoulders and dove in to make the count, alas he was so focused on Mabel that he didn't notice the Malicious Mainer releasing half of the Matchbook so she could reach out and hook the bottom rope for additional leverage good for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Winterrest let go of the rope and straightened up at once, but rather than relinquish her tawdry cover she grabbed a huge handful of Mabel's hair and pulled her into a round of salacious face-grinding that had Mabel squealing in embarrassment as the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall... ELISE WINTERREST!”
“Looks like you fell short of your goal again, loser.” Elise taunted the wriggling wrestler. “When are you going to realize that my work-outs are just too much for an idiot like HHHRRRGGGHH!”
Mabel grabbed hold of Winterrest's trunks and gave them a savage tug that forced her out of the mount! Aware that Powers was scrambling to her feet, the Icy Manipulator made a quick exit beneath the bottom rope and backpedaled halfway up the ramp while keeping a close eye on the Gym General. Mabel didn't pursue, though she did crowd the ropes in case Elise decided to come back. “We're not finished yet!” she promised. “I'm tired of your shortcuts and cheating, it's time you learned a hard lesson!”
Elise rolled her eyes and scoffed. “I've humiliated you twice, bitch. Why would I bother to do it again?”
“Because you can pick the stipulation!” Mabel barked. “Anything your nasty little heart desires, if you've got the guts!”
Winterrest offered her an ugly smile. “I'll think about it. In the meantime you can think about how it felt when I was riding your face. And how it could be so much worse. Enjoy the L, meathead.”
She turned around and sauntered up the ramp, making sure to put a little extra swing in her hips while a fuming Mabel looked on in frustrated fury.
As the arena lights dimmed, the rhythmic beat of pulsating music filled the air. A spotlight illuminated the entrance ramp, and the crowd eagerly awaited the arrival of their beloved Fitness Fanatic, Mabel Powers.
With an explosion of energy, the curtains parted, and Mabel emerged, radiating confidence and strength. Dressed in a pink vibrant sports bra and black booty shorts that showcased her sculpted physique, completed with black pads and white wrestling boots, she began her triumphant stride towards the ring.
MABEL POWERS:
As she made her way down the ramp, the crowd erupted with excitement, their cheers echoing throughout the arena. Mabel's infectious enthusiasm was palpable, captivating the audience with her undeniable charisma. Reaching the ringside, Powers paused, her chiseled frame gleaming under the vibrant lights. The music swelled to a crescendo, and she struck her signature pose, flexing her biceps. The crowd roared in response, their admiration for her dedication to fitness and her captivating presence evident.
With a confident smile, Mabel continued her path, climbing the steel steps with ease and grace. As she entered the ring, she climbed up the ropes and flexed once more, embracing the adoration from the crowd. She returned to the deck of the ring and settled in her corner, patiently waiting for her opponent to enter.
The crowd was still offering Powers all their love 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:
And just like that the good mood crumbled into jeering disdain, the FAWNatics vying to drown out the pounding, staccato drumbeat of Royal Blood’s ‘Out of the Black’. A few seconds later Elise stepped into view and spread her arms wide, the First Degree Femme Fatale brazenly challenging the wholesale waste of skin known as Orlando to do their 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.“Some poor souls are simply too foolish to be properly punished.” she said to no one in particular as the camera closed in. “And some poor souls are simply so foolish that they MUST be punished. I've yet to decide which of these best describes dear Mabel.” Eager to bring light to the dark of her ignorance, 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 the legend known only as Merle 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 vicious red slashes. Then she sloooooooowly traced them all the way to the bottom to let Powers know her six pack would soon once again bear the awful mark of the Icy Manipulator.
Mabel's perpetually pleasant expression grew considerably less so once the bell sounded and she trained her attention on Miss Murder. Eager to avenge the workout that'd gone so wrong back at March to War, she bounced from the corner and went straight to the center of the squared circle. As for Elise, she didn't make the Gym General wait long, though she did look mildly amused by the fact that Powers actually had the nerve to challenge her again after that initial humiliation. Sauntering out to meet the other brunette, Elise raised both hands to meet Mabel's impending clench only to step backward when Powers lunged for her!
One finger raised in a 'hold on just a sec!' sort of gesture, Winterrest set her feet, then crossed her arms at chest-level and dipped into a series of squats that Mabel couldn't critique despite her personal distaste for the Icy Manipulator. “Sorry, sorry, I was so busy earlier I couldn't get a proper workout in.” Elise explained between reps. “I figure you of all people would understand and really, it's only fair my glutes be at their best when they settle down on your no--”
Mabel unleashed a Haymaker that would've clouted Winterrest across the jaw if she hadn't dipped a little lower and spun around behind the Fitness Fanatic! Powers whirled to meet her with hands raised in anticipation of a counterattack, instead she found Elise backed off to a respectable distance so she could bust out several crisp jumping jacks! Smiling prettily at the irritation she saw flash across the other wrestler's face, Winterrest continued her exercises while she asked, “What's the matter, sweetness? Are you perhaps starting to understand how frustrating it can be when all you want to do is fight and the idiot in the other corner insists on some light calisthenics beforehand?”
Powers scoffed as she put her hands on her hips. “You couldn't handle a fight with me, babe. That's why you had to rake my eyes to slip out of the NNGGGHHH!”
Elise flicked out a hand and CRACKED! Mabel across the mouth with a Bitch Slap that twisted her head sideways! Snickering as the other brunette rubbed at her stinging face, Winterrest circled around so her back was to the hard camera while she busted out some standing leg lifts that showed off excellent definition in her thighs and glutes. “I didn't HAVE to rake your eyes to beat you, little girl.” Elise scoffed at the fuming beauty. “I did so simply because it was the most efficient and amusing way to punish you at the tiHHRRGGGH!”
Mabel turned on a dime, sprang into the air and earned raucous cheers from the FAWNatics when she THWHAPPED her boots into Elise's mush with a gorgeous Standing Dropkick!
STANDING DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=khlT4NeovC8
Winterrest went down in a startled heap, popped right back up and got clobbered with short-range Polish Hammer that put her right back on the deck! The force of it sent Mabel to one knee as well, but she was up a few steps ahead of Miss Murder, thus she was able to deliver a second Polish Hammer!
A PAIR OF POLISH HAMMERS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EEINWsLMrX0
Elise was considerably slower to rise after that last shot, so Powers stomped over, grabbed a double handful of hair and 'helped' her back to full verticality only to thread an arm through the other brunette's thighs and muscled her onto one shoulder like she weighed little more than a gym mat! Quick to pivot so she was facing the hard camera, Powers offered the viewers at home a beaming smile before she went up on tiptoes and slung her burden to the canvas with a BOOMING Scoop Slam! Elise grimaced and sat up shortly thereafter only to find herself pushed down flat so Mabel could bust out some quick jumping jacks of her own! After a perfect half dozen she dipped into a deep crouch and leapt skyward, all the better to come down with every bit of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds THWHAMMED down in an Elbow Drop that gouged her foe's sternum!
Winterrest rasped something nasty and flopped over onto her side, but that wasn't much to Mabel's liking so she grabbed her foe at shoulder and hip and pulled her back the way she'd came so she could stretch out across her chest and hook the far leg for...
ONE...
Even stunned, the Icy Manipulator had more than enough in the tank to simply kick out so it spoke volumes that she chose to drag her nails down Powers' cheek instead! “So that's how you want to play it?” Mabel growled as she leaned back on her haunches. “Ok, Miss Nasty. Let's see how you do when I stop holding back!”
Plunging her hands into Winterrest's dark hair, Powers got to her feet and forced Elise to do the same before switching over to a more legally pleasing Wristlock. The Gym General pivoted toward a corner on the far side of the ring and sent the woozy wrestler on her way with a strong Irish Whip. Said wooziness didn't seem to impact the Mainer's stride, though she was still moving at an unsafe speed when she whipped around and BWUNGED against the roughly-padded turnbuckles. The impact made the folks at ringside cringe and sent a shiver through Elise's legs that would've totally undone her knees if the cagey battler hadn't draped her arms over the top rope to remain upright. Such a tactic would've proved more useful if she'd thought to call to Merle for a rope break, as it was she was still catching her breath when Mabel rushed across the canvas and left her feet to THWHUMP! Miss Murder with an Avalanche Splash that caught her between a rock and a hard-body!
Such an emphatic tummy on tits collision earned another loud roar from the FAWNatics, though Powers didn't pause her campaign to acknowledge the noise. Instead she hopped down, grabbed hold of the breathless battler's wrist and chided, “Think you can handle the same treatment in all four corners, babe?” In truth Mabel wasn't sure she could, but she didn't really care either, so rather than worrying about such inconsequential details she stepped back, dropped a shoulder and hurled Elise into the opposite corner. This trek was punctuated by another loud BWUNG that Powers treated like a starter pistol. Mabel made great time on her journey and was mere heartbeats away from lifting off in another Splash when Elise exploded out of the corner and went low, the Wolf of Winter THWHACKING her boot heels into Powers' upper thighs in a Dropkick of her own!
Where Powers' shot had sent Elise down, Winterrest's answer sent her rival tumbling forward, Mabel barely able to twist her head to the side so she hit the second turnbuckle with her cheek instead of her nose! Relief at stemming the other brunette's advance soon curdled into outright disgust as a sneering Elise stomped over to Mabel and braced a knee against the back of the Pennsylvanian's skull. From there she grabbed hold of the top rope and leeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaned back as far as she could while driving the bony dagger as hard as she could.
Mabel squealed and thrashed for a few seconds, but it wasn't long before she grabbed hold of the middle strand and burbled something that sounded like 'ROPES!' Surprise surprise, Winterrest let loose at once, though this apparent adherence to protocol was just a smokescreen to keep Merle off his game long enough for the Icy Manipulator to haul Powers to boot-leather and secure a Side Headlock. “Did you REALLY just tell me you were going to stop holding back?” Elise sneered even as she forced Mabel's cheek down against the rubber-coated steel. “Why would that concern me in the slightest? If either of us should worry about a lack of restraint in her opponent...” Winterrest bore down with all her weight and proceeded to strut along the ropes while slowly draaaaaaaaaaaaaaggging her foe's face!
Merle followed along, barking at Miss Murder to break the painful predicament while the Mayhem throng directed a torrent of boos toward the ring. As before, Elise relinquished her grip well ahead of the end of Merle's count and just as before she immediately grabbed a double handful of hair. But rather than drag across this time she pushed through, the Malicious Mainer forcing Powers' upper half through the the gap between the top and middle strands. “Hey, let go of her Elise!” Merle barked while Winterrest seized the other brunette's arms and hooked them over the top rope. “She's in the ropes, you have to--”
“I don't HAVE to do anything, idiot!” Elise momentarily abandoned the Fitness Fanatic so she could walk down the scurrying official! “I will do as I see fit within the confines of your pedestrian rules and if you don't like it I suggest you muster the courage to disqualify me!” Knowing damned well that wasn't coming off so light an infringement, Winterrest stormed back to Mabel and cupped her chin in both hands. “So you're not holding back now, are you?” she slipped first one leg and then the other around Powers' waist and began to squeeze. “Heaven help you if I choose to do the same!” With that she pulled back on the Chinlock and kicked her legs up and forward, Elise doing everything in her considerable power to cut Mabel in half with the Scissors!
ROPE HUNG SCISSORS & CHINLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_2GxVOOrPNU
Mabel flailed and scraped at Winterrest's forearms, but could find no real solace until Merle hurried back and began to count. Elise worked it 'til 'FOUR', then disengaged and grabbed hold of Powers' waistband to reel her out of the strands. Walking her into a Waistlock, the Icy Manipulator dipped her knees and popped her hips to take Mabel up, over, and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders with a German Suplex good for...
BRIDGING GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9LgvODrAfGQ
ONE!
TWO!
NOO!!!
Elise rose to her feet, confident that the German Suplex got Mabel good, though the fall hadn't been successful. As she gathered herself, she was taken aback by Mabel's sudden charge. In a split second, Mabel swiftly wrapped her arms around Elise's waist and executed a powerful Belly-to-Belly Suplex, launching Elise through the air, sending her crashing near the turnbuckles.
OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3gFPGQUeMCo
Elise managed to clamber to her feet, utilizing the ropes for support, before finding solace by leaning against the corner to catch her breath. However, Mabel seized the opportunity to inflict more punishment upon Miss Murder, launching a powerful Hip Attack directly into her midsection. The impact left Elise gasping, her hands instinctively clutching her aching abs as she slumped down into a seated position in the corner.
"Wanna witness what Miss Nasty truly deserves?" Powers taunted, rallying the crowd as she confidently strutted out of her corner. With a mischievous smile, she provocatively tucked her bottom between her cheeks, directing her glutes menacingly towards Elise before skillfully backpedaling into her face. "How do my glutes feel?" Mabel teased, grinding her behind against Elise's protesting features while the latter's arms flailed in panic.
ASSTATICS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NsI3HqGDAmQ
As the Fitness Fanatic confidently strutted back to the center of the ring, the thunderous cheers of the crowd fueled her energy. Meanwhile, Elise remained stunned and bewildered by the turn of events, trying to make sense of what had just transpired. Without wasting any time, the Gym General, displaying her immense strength, forcefully yanked Winterrest back to a standing position. With a firm grip, she effortlessly hoisted Elise into the air, holding her suspended for a brief moment that seemed to stretch eternity. The crowd eagerly joined in, counting along as each second passed, building up the anticipation.
GORILLA PRESS SLAM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h8uW7CTI-lA
"One... Two... Three... Four... Five!"
At the peak of the count, the Gym General released her grip, sending Elise hurtling toward the unforgiving canvas. Helplessly, Winterrest's face collided with the mat, the impact reverberating through the ring. The audience erupted with a mix of awe and excitement, witnessing the devastating maneuver executed with precise force. The Gym General flipped Miss Murder onto her back, hooking her far leg for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOO!!!
Elise kicked out of the near fall. However, her exertion was evident, as her labored breathing betrayed the toll the match had taken on her.
Mabel could not resist a jab on her opponent. "You need some cardio in your training!" she mocked, relishing in Elise's momentary weakness. With a swift motion, Mabel hoisted Elise off the canvas and forcefully shoved her into the corner.
Hand tightly gripping Winterrest's wrist, Mabel exerted her strength and violently whipped Elise across the ring, aiming to slam her into the opposite corner. Elise groaned in pain as her back collided with the padded turnbuckle, the impact echoing throughout the arena with a resounding 'THUD'!
Taking a moment, the Gym General measured her up, preparing to deliver a devastating blow. With a burst of speed, she charged towards Elise, leaping into the air, aiming for the biggest splash of the match but NO!. Miss Murder, fueled by instinct, swiftly evaded the impending attack, causing Mabel's chest to crash full force into the unyielding steel turnbuckle instead. The audience winced in sympathy as the collision reverberated through the arena, leaving Mabel temporarily stunned and vulnerable. As she staggered out of the corner, Winterrest doubled her over with a kick to the midsection and grabbed her head into a Front Facelock, driving Mabel's head into the canvas with a ring rattling DDT!
DDT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6XwSOUyQi7w
Elise abruptly stopped the Gym General's momentum. The maneuver caught Mabel off guard, causing her to be momentarily stunned and disoriented while Winterrest took a much-needed moment to catch her breath and regain her composure. Exploiting the opportunity created by the DDT, Elise straddled her opponent's back and descended into a seat. With a fierce determination in her eyes, Elise firmly secured her grip around Mabel's chin and bent her back in a painful arch. The Gym General's face contorted in agony as the pressure intensified, causing her to grit her teeth and struggle against the submission.
CAMEL CLUTCH @ 5:00
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cYtCX5u-4dw
With the Camel Clutch locked in tight, Elise leaned in closer to Mabel, a sly grin creeping across her face. Taking advantage of the moment, she couldn't resist the opportunity to unleash some biting trash talk.
"Is that all you've got, Mabel?" Elise taunted, her voice dripping with malice. "You thought you could take me down? Well, think again! This is just a taste of what I'm capable of."
The threat was still hanging in the air when Winterrest planted her heels and craaaaaaaaaaanked back on the Camel Clutch with enough force to make Mabel groan and bare her teeth! She didn't submit though, not even when Merle dropped down beside the action and asked, “What do you say, Mabel? Need me to call for the be--”
The Icy Manipulator pulled one hand from Powers' chin so she could cup it over the other brunette's mouth and nose. “Yes Merle, I submit!” she said in a high, whining falsetto. “Elise is far too clever and strong for the likes of me, in fact, I think I'll retire from wrestling and start selling smoothies under the overpasOOOOOOWWWWW!”
Mabel didn't approve of biting on general principle, but she didn't much care for Winterrest's hand over her mouth either, so she chomped down as soon as the opportunity presented itself! Elise cursed in disgust, but rather than abandon the Camel Clutch like Mabel thought she would, the black-clad battler curled her free hand into a talon and hooked two fingers into her opponent's nostrils! A single vile yank made Powers spit out her foe's hand and just like that Winterrest mashed Mabel's cheeks between thumb and forefinger to craft a pained, humiliated visage.
“When will you learn, you nattering little idiot?” she hissed at the Fitness Fanatic. “Muscles and enthusiasm will only take you so far. Against me they'll only get you hur--”
Trash talk be damned, Powers let out a growl and abruptly slid one knee into place against the canvas! Her other knee followed immediately thereafter and then the Pittsburgh native was clambering to boot-leather with Winterrest threading both legs around her waist in what was effectively a piggyback ri-- “AAAAAHHHHH!”
Irritated by the meathead's refusal to understand simple reason, Miss Murder extracted her claw from Mabel's nose and just as quickly raked it across her eyes! Powers yelped and stumbled forward, all her attention focused on clearing her blurred vision. That single-mindedness allowed Elise to relinquish the Bodyscissors, snag a handful of hair and wrench the Gym General's head back far enough to wedge it beneath her left armpit. Feigning a bout of abrupt onset temporary deafness as Merle scolded her about raking the eyes, Winterrest snagged a handful of her foe's waistband just above the right hip and dropped to a seat to THWHUNK the back of Mabel's head and shoulders against the deck courtesy an Inverted DDT! The explosive impact left Powers sprawled out flat so Elise threw a leg over and climbed aboard, the Wolf of Winter stuffing a whole lotta tummy against Mabel's mug while the ref and the FAWNatics counted...
REVERSE DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_3YFV0lAlQs
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Powers bucked Winterrest from her perch with half a second to spare! “Not finished with your screaming reps, is that it?” Elise chortled as she stood up and claimed possession of Powers' boots. “Fine, you can cry until your voice gives out for all I care.”
Tucking Mabel's ankles under her arms, Elise locked her hands and deftly turned the other brunette onto her belly before she stepped over. A Boston Crab was close at hand until the Icy Manipulator casually discarded her foe's right foot and dropped into a heavy seat on the small of Mabel's back. Not that the Single Leg Crab was anything to joke about either, but longtime followers of Miss Murder's career were a bit curious as to why she-- Elise curled her free hand into a spade and secured it to the center of her opponent's sporty trunks!
HALF CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3E_5NkbWHN8
“AAAAAHHHH GAAAAAAAAAAWD!” Powers shrieked to raise the dead, then pulled at her own hair to distract herself from the awful pain of that undefended claw.
“I already made you tap out once, would you care to make it twice? Or perhaps you'd like to pass out instead!”
Elise squeezed harder and jostled her wrist with an intensity that earned a concerned, 'PLEASE DON'T TAP!' chant from those assembled. Mabel didn't, but the noticeable tremor in her left arm suggested the thought had crossed her mind. After several more seconds she curled that hand into a fist and slammed it into the mat just to grab hold and start dragging herself toward the ropes!
Her resilience seemed to irritate Elise to no end, as she soon narrowed her focus to a pincer that had the powerhouse wailing louder than ever! “Tap out, Powers!” she demanded. “I'm through playing with NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Mabel curled her left arm into a 'V' and drove it backward into Winterrest's right hip in an effort to make her break the hold! Her positioning was awkward, yet that didn't seem to deter the Fitness Fanatic in the slightest and after half a dozen thrown 'bows Elise slung the captured leg aside and got to her feet! Alas, this didn't mean much in the way of a respite for Mabel, indeed she'd barely had a chance to put a hand to the small of her back when Winterrest delivered a few sharp stomps.
“Get up then!” Elise demanded as she grabbed a double handful of hair. “You're tuff enough to gut it out, you're tuff enough to die on your feeOOOFFFFHH!”
Powers slammed a Headbutt into the pit of Elise's stomach as soon as she was on her knees, then she hooked her right arm between the other brunette's thighs and muscled her across her shoulders while simultaneously getting to her feet! Normally Mabel liked to augment a Fireman's Carry with a few squats, tonight however she simply shot back on her heels and laid out flat to THAWHAM Winterrest to the deck with a massive Samoan Drop!
SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSVUkRibwoY
The Icy Manipulator clambered to her feet and staggered into the ropes as Mabel swiftly rebounded, effortlessly springing back onto her feet and launching Elise out of the ring with a powerful Clothesline. Elise managed to briefly land on her feet, before ultimately collapsing onto a nearby seat. The Fitness Fanatic seized the opportunity to inspire the roaring crowd, flexing her bulging biceps in a powerful pose, proclaiming, "Just getting started, folks! Watch me heat things up!" Exhibiting her commanding presence, the Gym General sprinted towards the far ropes, building up momentum, and swiftly hurled herself through the ropes, crashing into Miss Murder with tremendous force, propelling her back-first into the barricade, causing it to tremble and shake.
SUICIDE DIVE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMc_NDFuZks
"URGHH!!!" Elise grunted and dropped onto her fours, momentarily stunned by the blow. Mabel lifted Elise from the floor and forcefully guided her head into the unforgiving edge of the apron, dazing The Icy Manipulator. Showing her dominance, Mabel then decisively tossed Elise back into the ring. Powers spun around to rally the crowd once more before swiftly moving back into the ring and stalked the rising Winterrest from the back. As soon as Winterrest was up, The Fitness Fanatic struck from behind and expertly executed a picture-perfect Belly-to-Back Suplex, lifting her off the mat and arching her back, before slamming her down with incredible force. The impact resonated throughout the arena, leaving both the audience and Elise in awe of Mabel's raw power.
BELLY-TO-BACK SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Up2NLlqhDs
Winterrest grimaced, her back arching in agony, clutching the small of her back as she let out a pained groan. Sensing her vulnerability, Mabel seized the moment, exerting tremendous force to drive Winterrest forcefully into the canvas for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOO!!!
Just as the referee's hand was about to strike the mat for the third count, Elise explosively kicked out, breaking free from the pin-fall attempt.
The Gym General recognized Elise's vulnerability following multiple attacks on her spine. Moving swiftly, she pulled the disoriented Winterrest back up to her feet, positioning herself in front of her. With a determined expression, The Gym General enveloped Winterrest in a powerful Bear Hug, her arms tightly cinching around Elise's waist, applying immense pressure, jolting her left and right.
BEARHUG
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Fipf0mhQm0
"You give?" the ref asked.
"To this dumb bitch? No-ARGHH!!!! NEVER!" Elise screamed in agony but refused to give up. The intense agony coursing through Elise's body forced her to smack wildly over Powers' face but could not force her to break. In a desperate attempt to escape the suffocating Bear Hug, The Icy Manipulator resorted to a cunning move. With a sudden surge of desperation, Elise instinctively raised her hand, her fingers transforming into sharp talons. She raked her talons across Mabel's eyes, inflicting excruciating pain and forcing an abrupt release from the hold. Mabel cried out in agony, stumbling backward, desperately rubbing her eyes to alleviate the stinging sensation.
The Icy Manipulator seized the opportunity and trapped the compromised Mabel in a Front Facelock and dropped flat on her back, spiking Powers head into the canvas with a Murderous DDT!
MURDEROUS DDT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVYYOY33j1w
With a sly smirk and a mischievous glint in her eye, she proceeded to taunt her fallen opponent. Elise confidently strutted around the ring, mockingly mimicking Mabel's signature poses, provoking the crowd's ire and generating a mix of boos and jeers.
“Oh please, get over yourselves!” Winterrest scoffed after several more mocking jumping jacks raised the crowd noise to near deafening levels. “We all know you idiots LOVE seeing this walking gym mat crash and burn, so don't make me the villain for giving you exactly what you want!”
This line of thinking certainly didn't endear her to the FAWNatics, not that Miss Murder cared about their feelings in the slightest. Mabel's feelings on the other hand concerned her a great deal, as long as those feelings were anguish, despair or some combination of both. To that end she helped herself to the Fitness Fanatic's hair and scraped her off the mat only to wrench her head backward for an Inverted Facelock the instant she was upright. With Powers' chin wedged tight under her left arm, Elise grabbed a handful of Mabel's black trunks above the right hip and turned to face the hard camera. Treating all the idiots on the other side to a blown kiss, Elise sank into a deep crouch and muscled her opponent up 'n over for what looked like an Inverted Vertical Suplex, but at the apex she twisted in place to convert to a Front Facelock before dropping to her butt to THAWHAM Mabel down flat on her face, chest and belly!
WINTER WIND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-K73PFo3S8
Chilled to the bone by that unseasonable blast of Winter Wind, Powers remained stretched out face-down while the Malicious Mainer swiveled around into a seat on her left side. Snuggled in close, she reached over the vulnerable powerhouse's upper back to grab hold of her right wrist, which she then drew across Mabel's throat to-- “HHHHRRRRGGGHHHHH!” Powers thrashed back to life when Elise planted her feet and yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on that half-straitjacket to throttle Mabel with her own traitorous arm!
Aware that his charges were in the middle of the ring with a great deal of canvas between them and the reprieve of the ropes, Merle hurried over and hunkered down beside the action to check on the Gym General. “What do you say, Mabel? Need me to call for the bell? If it gets to be too much I'll-”
“Whine and tell me to let her go?” Winterrest interrupted blandly. “Yes, yes, I know. Now, would you please shut up so I can better enjoy this brat's cryWHOOOAAAHH!”
Powers didn't have the necessary leverage to free herself from the awful predicament, she did however possess the wherewithal to slip her free left arm beneath the other brunette's right leg. In the next instant she rolled over to tumble Winterrest onto her back in an impromptu cradle good for the...
ONE...
TWO...
Legs kicking wildly, Miss Murder escaped the pin with a full second to spare and resumed pulling harder than ever! “Ask her.” Elise growled at the official as Powers continued to thrash and writhe. “Ask the puffed up little poseur if she's ready to sub--”
“NEVER!” Mabel shouted before Winterrest could finish her question. “You got me once, it's never gonna happen ag--”
Winterrest pivoted onto all fours without relinquishing the Straitjacket and thun-thun-THUNKED no less than half a dozen vicious Kneelifts into the side of Powers' head! After the last shot she put her free hand against Mabel's hip and pushed her onto her back so she could stretch out across her chest in a domineering Crossbody that lasted through...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
A relieved cheer from the ranks of the Gym General when Powers shot an arm into the air to beat the count by little more than a whisper!
Glaring down at the other brunette in obvious disgust, Elise filled her hands with Mabel's battle damp hair and forced her to stand when Winterrest did the same. From there she stuffed Powers' head under her right arm and slipped her hands under the Fitness Fanatic's biceps to secure her arms in a tight Double Underhook. No theatrics or threatening pronouncements from the usually loquacious Icy Manipulator, instead she just gathered her strength and muscled Mabel up for a Murder Most FoNO! Powers sank to one knee, effectively blocking her foe's finisher!
“Not NEARLY enough.” Elise hissed as she unclasped her hands and reached down to seize hold of the other brunette's waistband for a salacious wedg-- Mabel straightened up, then dropped into a crouch and snapped off a quick bridge to THWHUMP Elise down on her back in what was effectively a Northern Lights Suplex! Already close, Merle swooped in to count off...
ONE...
TWO...
Winterrest kicked loose, scrambled to verticality and rushed forward with a Clothesline as soon as Powers was on her feeNOT TODAY! Mabel ducked the strike, then lunged in and caught Elise with a Bear Hug the instant she turned around. Yanking Winterrest up into the air, Powers pivoted around and went down on one knee to THWHUMP Elise's spine across the posted joint in a beautiful Belly to Belly Backbreaker! Elise bounced off and was immediately covered by Mabel, the Fitness Fanatic bundling both legs into a tight Back Press that pointed her butt toward the lights for a count of...
BELLY TO BELLY BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OuNroPJdF-s
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOO!!!
Elise kicked out of the cover, barely surviving the fall. Fueled by adrenaline, The Gym General swiftly regained her footing and peeled Miss Murder off the canvas to her unsteady feet. Mabel threw an arm across Elise's clavicle, positioning Elise for the Fully Loaded. However, a momentary lapse in Mabel's focus allowed Elise to break out of the hold with a few well-placed elbows to Mabel's face! As Powers staggered in a circle, Elise seized the opportunity to take back control of the match a lar-NO! Mabel ducked under the Lariat in a nick of time and threw an arm across Elise's chest. Except this time, she immediately lifted Winterrest into the air and planted her hard into the canvas with a Fully Loaded slam!
FULLY LOADED
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8sD3E1ePmn4
Mabel repositioned herself and hooked Elise's legs once more for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOO!!!
Mabel's face contorted in shock as Elise defiantly kicked out of the pin-fall attempt. Her eyes widened, reflecting a mixture of surprise and disbelief. The crowd mirrored Mabel's reaction, their collective gasps and murmurs filling the arena. The atmosphere crackled with the electric energy of the unexpected turn of events. Mabel's shock slowly transformed into determination, her eyes narrowing and her jaw clenching, as she recalibrated her focus and resolved to intensify her assault, vowing to leave no stone unturned in her quest for victory.
With a forceful grip on Elise's battle-tousled hair, Powers demonstrated her dominance over Winterrest. Securing her opponent in a Standing Headscissors, she asserted her control, showcasing her strength and imposing presence. The crowd's anticipation reached a crescendo as Powers treated them to a double biceps flex pose, a clear signal that her devastating finisher, the Gorgeous Bomb, was about to be unleashed. With one forceful lift, The Gym General hauled Elise onto her shoulders. As Mabel prepared to drive Winterrest straight through the canvas, a sudden jolt of pain shot through her eyes! Letting out a piercing scream, Mabel staggered backward, clutching her eye in agony. Elise had resorted to a desperate yet effective maneuver, thumbing Mabel's eye in a bid to escape The Gorgeous Bomb.
Disoriented and in pain, Mabel instinctively stumbled backward, inadvertently backpedaling into the ropes. The weight of Elise caused Mabel to lose HER balance and the two fierce competitors tumbled over the ropes, crashing to the ringside area in a chaotic entanglement. Ringside personnel and the referee rushed to ensure the safety of both wrestlers, as the match momentarily paused in the wake of the unexpected fall.
As the brawl spilled outside the ring, Mabel managed to seize control of the chaotic situation, unleashing a series of precise strikes and impactful maneuvers, Mabel showcased her raw power. Mabel forcefully drove Elise into the barricade, delivering bone-jarring strikes and utilizing the environment to her advantage. The surrounding chaos only served to amplify the intensity of the confrontation, leaving the audience on the edge of their seats.
As the fierce brawl between Mabel and Elise raged on outside the ring, the referee quickly intervened to restore order. Realizing the need to enforce the rules, the referee initiated the count, loudly announcing, "One! Two!"
The crowd's anticipation grew as the count continued, with the referee's voice echoing through the arena. Understanding the potential consequences of not returning to the ring in time, Mabel temporarily halted her assault and made her way back towards the squared circle, bringing her opponent along with her.
With Elise snatched by trunks and tresses, Powers loped forward and slung the other brunette under the bottom rope to return her to the field well shy of the count's end. Rather than follow her opponent's path, the Fitness Fanatic skipped onto the apron and strode to the nearest corner where she leapt to the high rent district like a lightweight. A burly bicep flex earned a roar from the crowd that only grew louder when Mabel leapt out into the void and cocked her right elbow up beside her ear, all the better to drive it through Elise's sternum with a massive—Winterrest rolled out of the way at the last second, leaving Powers to THA-WHAM down full force on the recently-vacated canvas!
Pretty face twisted in anguish as she held that throbbing arm to her chest, Mabel sat up and rolled over onto her hands and knees. Jaw clenched in an effort to fight through the pain, the Gym General clambered to boot-leather and flipped hair from her eyes just in time to see Elise hop onto the second strand directly in front of her and rebound away, Miss Murder reaching out with both hands to catch Mabel's noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock half a heartbeat before she laid out and PLANTED the Powerhouse on her face and chest! Caught dead to rights by the Bullet with a Name, Mabel bounced up and tumbled onto her back in an insensate starfish, the brunette offering no response when Winterrest sat on her chest and hooked one leg in a Half Matchbook that allowed her to SPANK Powers' defenseless glutes in time with the count of...
BULLET WITH A NAME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d6CUeNAukGQ
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Mabel's escape happened so late that Merle had to bounce up and shout “Only two!” to the Timekeeper to prevent an errant clang of the bell!
Winterrest regarded the official with open disdain, but instead of wasting breath complaining about the count she grabbed a double handful of Powers' dark hair and aggressively scrubbed her face back and forth across the rough canvas! Ending the abuse only when Merle reached 'FOUR!' the Icy Manipulator raised her hands and snipped, “Oh good, so you CAN count beyond two.”
From there she stood up and strolled to a corner directly behind the vulnerable brunette. A quick jump 'n twist settled Elise in position on the top turnbuckle, where she waited while Mabel slowly rose to her feet. Quite unaware of her foe's looming presence, Powers turned around to find Elise already airborne, the black-clad battler diving down on her with her right leg extended for a huge Standing Leg Dro—NO! Mabel pivoted ever so slightly and got her arms up to catch Winterrest around the waist which left her stranded atop Mabel's shoulders in perfect position for a Powerbomb! It wasn't the prettiest catch she'd ever made, Powers was knocked back several steps in order to maintain her balance, but maintain it she did and in doing so she never lost her grip on Miss Murder.
Breaking into a smile as a wide-eyed Elise shook her head 'no, no, no!', Mabel taunted, “Gotcha now, baby!” then rocked back on her heels and hurled Winterrest forward to deliver the Gorgeous Bo—NOOOO! Ever mindful when it came to self preservation, Elise grabbed a double handful of hair and jerked Powers' face into her crotch even as she locked her legs around the Fitness Fanatic's head and popped her hips to flip Mabel off her feet with an impromptu Hurricanrana! Powers' legs shot up on impact and Winterrest hooked both before leaning forward to complete the Matchbook. Merle saw the pinned shoulders and dove in to make the count, alas he was so focused on Mabel that he didn't notice the Malicious Mainer releasing half of the Matchbook so she could reach out and hook the bottom rope for additional leverage good for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Winterrest let go of the rope and straightened up at once, but rather than relinquish her tawdry cover she grabbed a huge handful of Mabel's hair and pulled her into a round of salacious face-grinding that had Mabel squealing in embarrassment as the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall... ELISE WINTERREST!”
“Looks like you fell short of your goal again, loser.” Elise taunted the wriggling wrestler. “When are you going to realize that my work-outs are just too much for an idiot like HHHRRRGGGHH!”
Mabel grabbed hold of Winterrest's trunks and gave them a savage tug that forced her out of the mount! Aware that Powers was scrambling to her feet, the Icy Manipulator made a quick exit beneath the bottom rope and backpedaled halfway up the ramp while keeping a close eye on the Gym General. Mabel didn't pursue, though she did crowd the ropes in case Elise decided to come back. “We're not finished yet!” she promised. “I'm tired of your shortcuts and cheating, it's time you learned a hard lesson!”
Elise rolled her eyes and scoffed. “I've humiliated you twice, bitch. Why would I bother to do it again?”
“Because you can pick the stipulation!” Mabel barked. “Anything your nasty little heart desires, if you've got the guts!”
Winterrest offered her an ugly smile. “I'll think about it. In the meantime you can think about how it felt when I was riding your face. And how it could be so much worse. Enjoy the L, meathead.”
She turned around and sauntered up the ramp, making sure to put a little extra swing in her hips while a fuming Mabel looked on in frustrated fury.
