Post by hawkeye on Aug 6, 2023 18:02:39 GMT
"Ladies and Gentlemen,” the Announcer began, “The following contest is a No Disqualification, Falls Count Anywhere match scheduled for one fall with a thirty-minute time limit! Introducing first, hailing 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!”
A surge of energy filled the air, and the anticipation built as the crowd eagerly awaited the arrival of their beloved Fit Queen.
And there she was, strutting confidently through the curtain, her athletic grace evident in every step. Mabel Powers exuded an air of athletic royalty, and she knew it. With a wide grin, she ran both hands down her sculpted frame, showcasing her hard-earned physique, and then raised them for a double bicep flex, inviting the crowd to revel in her strength.
MABEL POWERS:
Her sweatbands and neatly tied ponytail were a testament to her focus and preparation. As she made her way down the ramp, Mabel didn't just walk; she moved with an athlete's purpose and confidence, every motion exuding power and determination.
Clad in her royal blue sports briefs and white sports bra, Mabel was a vision of athletic prowess. The curve of her glutes and the firmness of her breasts were impossible to ignore, drawing admiring glances from the crowd. The black wrestling boots and knee pads completed her look, a symbol of her readiness to take on any challenge in the ring.
Mabel's connection with her fans was evident as she interacted with them along the aisle. Her high-fives and infectious smile created an instant bond, making everyone feel like they were part of the experience. The arena echoed with cheers and applause, showing their unwavering support for the Gym General.
As she hopped onto the apron and slid into the ring, Mabel's playful side came to the fore. With a cheeky jiggle of her booty, she charmed the crowd, earning even more cheers and whistles. Her joyful personality and enthusiasm were contagious, igniting the arena with excitement.
Once inside the ring, Mabel continued to capture hearts with her jaunty finger-pointing and warm smiles. The atmosphere was electric, and the Fit Queen reveled in it.
Alas, sentiment and temperature proved no match for the chill brought on by the Announcer's next proclamation. “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:
Boos and jeers seemed to pour from the walls of the FAWN Arena, not that they proved any use in subduing 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, but the Icy Manipulator only smirked in the face of their disdain. The house lights didn't fare much better, 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.“It's time this mannequin learned proper etiquette.” she said to no one in particular as the camera closed in. “But not for the gym or even the squared circle, no, I'm simply going to teach her how to suffer in silence.” 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 Pittsburgh Powerhouse, 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 former Queen of the Madhouse 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 remind everyone that Mabel was about to become a three-time loser in her attempts to unseat the Icy Manipulator.
Practically bouncing in place at the prospect of getting her hands on the woman that'd embarrassed, manipulated, or flat-out cheated her way to two wins against the Gym General, Mabel waited in her corner until the bell CLANGED, but soon as the sound reached her ears she was off like a shot after Miss Murder! She'd dared to dream that the sneaky battler would actually meet her head on, so of course Winterrest drifted through the ropes like a foul breeze and dropped to the floor where she set out on a seemingly carefree summer stroll.
“Uh uh, girlie.” Powers muttered as she reached the spot where her rival had exited the squared circle. “You're not getting away from me this time!”
Elise actually had the gall to look over her shoulder and smile. “As if I'd ever need to run from a simpleton like you.” she cooed. “I'm merely enjoying an evening constitutional while I decide how to best destroy you.”
A scowling Mabel vaulted over the strands to drop to the floor in a single sinuous motion, then broke into a run to chase down the Icy Manipulator! Despite previous assertions to the contrary, Elise did indeed take to her heels to keep a safe distance between herself and the Fitness Fanatic. She led Powers on a merry chase halfway around the squared circle with the FAWNatics constantly urging Mabel to close the gap and dish out some much deserved punishment.
For the moment Winterrest remained maddeningly out of reach, though Mabel produced an impressive burst of speed when the Malicious Mainer glanced over one shoulder and tittered, “What's wrong, Powers? Afraid to feel the burn?”
The Pittsburgh Powerhouse most certainly was not and she began to close in, her pursuit gaining several precious steps when Elise made a point to go around the steel steps rather than over them. Knowing damned well she could clear the steel without any real strain, Powers goosed the throttle one more time and soared over the steps in a gorgeous leap that--“NNNNGGGHHHHH!” Groans gave way to a cavalcade of boos when Elise, who'd ground to a halt as soon as she rounded the corner, lashed out with a straight left hand that THUMPED Mabel's briefs as she was coming out of her leap! Curling up around the nauseating throb while she was still airborne, Powers continued a respectable distance before she came down hard on her right hip and shoulder in a landing that made a whole lotta folks wince.
Elise was most certainly not wincing, indeed she was all smiles as she made a show of brushing some invisible dust off her knuckles. “I must say, you're far more tenacious than I'd expected.” Winterrest said to the groaning, vulnerable brunette. “I thought consecutive beatings would've proved my superiority even to someone as dense as--”
“You didn't beat me.” Mabel interrupted. “You cheated both times! Those records don't mean anything, no matter how much you talOOOOOOOWWWW!”
Bracing her hands against the edge of the apron, Elise hopped up and STAMPED down on the other brunette's flank just above her left hip. Hardly satisfied with a single shot, Winterrest reared back and THWHACKED a nasty Toe Kick into the small of her foe's back! Powers cried out, tumbled onto her stomach and fought to all fours so she could try and shove Elise away. Snarling at the ineffectual resistance, the black-clad brunette THUMPED the hardest kick yet into the pit of Mabel's stomach, then set the heel of her right foot atop the penitent beauty's left hand and grooooooound back and forth while Powers wailed in distress!
“Do you have any idea how pathetic you sound?” Winterrest sneered as she tried to smash Powers' hand to paste. “No one on the other side of that barricade gives a shit how a match is won. All that matters to them is who finishes standing tall and who finishes stretched out on her back, crying into the lights. That's you, by the way. Humiliating you within the confines of the rules was entertaining enough, doing so without any such limitations to hamper my imagination? Oh my, the things I'm going to do to--”
Mabel let out a loud hiss as she wrenched her hand free of Elise's boot and reared back on her haunches to deliver a THUMPING right hand to the pit of Winterrest's stomach! Elise grunted and hunched forward a little without ceding any ground, so Powers grabbed a handful of her waistband at the hip and PIK-PAK-PEKKED her with another trio of punches. “I care, you mean brat.” she snapped at the increasingly breathless grappler. “And I'll continue to care now matter how much you try to convince me not toOOONNNGGGGHHHH!”
More than a little displeased by the resistance from her bipedal heavy bag, Miss Murder snatched a double handful of hair and yanked Mabel's head down while simultaneously pistoning a knee up to THUNK against the penitent lovely's forehead! Powers shuddered on impact, but her hands only wavered instead of actually dropping. Indeed it was only a matter of moments before she was pushing and shoving at Winterrest's hips, the Gym General valiantly trying to--“NGH! NGH! NNNGGGHH!”
Elise rocked her with three more Kneelifts between the eyes, then collected the other brunette's long locks into a ponytail so she could haul her to boot-leather. A Side Headlock quickly followed and anyone thinking the First Degree Femme Fatale was shifting to a more technical strategy found themselves thoroughly mistaken the instant she THUNKED Mabel's forehead into the edge of the ring apron and began to walk toward the next corner in a slow, domineering stroll that draaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggged the protesting wrestler's face against the abrasive edge!
Mabel wailed and thrashed without escaping but she did make Winterrest pay a pretty price for her incarceration by delivering a near constant stream of Forearm Smashes to the other woman's lower back. Elise absorbed these blows with apparent good humor until she drew close to the ring-post. Then wry amusement gave way to disgusted fury and she shifted over to a gigantic double handful of hair that allowed her to BWUNK Powers' forehead against the unyielding steel! Mabel groaned and slumped against the apron, the usually energetic battler damn near stupefied by Elise's rough treatment.
“Oh Mabel, you poor deluded geek.” Elise murmured as she ran her hands through the Pennsylvanian's hair to collect it in another ponytail. “You would've done so much better to simply challenge me to a push-up contest. You wouldn't have won, but it would've at least been competitive. This though...” Miss Murder wrapped her foe's hair around the bottom rope and yanked it tight. “You're so out of your depth right now it's almost not fun. Almost.”
The Fitness Fanatic mumbled something but otherwise remained in place so Elise cleared off and dropped to one knee there in the narrow aisle between ring and guardrail. Running her fingertips across the bright blue pads, she-- “Aaaahh, there you are.” An unpleasant smile from the Malicious Mainer as she hooked her fingers into the edge of two mats and hooked on so she could peel it away from the floor with a soft, purring rip.
Cringing along with the rest of the FAWNatics once Elise exposed that stretch of bare concrete, Merle hurried out the floor in hopes of talking some sense into his charge. “Hey now Elise, there's no need for that! Just because this is a No DQ match doesn't mean we can't be civil!”
Winterrest rolled her eyes, strode back to Powers and casually smashed a left hook into her ribs. “Of course I don't NEED to do it.” the Wolf of Winter explained in the midst of untying Mabel's hair from the bottom rope. “Have you seen our first two matches? There's clearly nothing she can do to make this more interesting and when I get bored I tend to make my own amusements. To wit...”
With the Gym General putty in her hands, Winterrest drew her away from the apron and over to the edge of the exposed concrete. Smirking with obvious delight as the crowd's anxiety went through the roof, Elise slipped her right arm through Mabel's legs to grab a handful of backside while she hooked her left arm over the other brunette's shoulder. Just like that she scooped the Fitness Fanatic onto her shoulder and—NO! Powers kicked both legs to slip down her attacker's shoulders! Elise cursed and whipped around with a wild Haymaker that Mabel dipped at the last second. Not only that, she slipped an arm through Winterrest's thighs and boosted her up across her shoulders in a Fireman's Carry. The Icy Manipulator hadn't fully processed this unwelcome shift in the balance of ahem, power, when Mabel rocked back on her heels and laid out to THWHUMP her against the floor with a Samoan Drop!
SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJomITohrgs
Elise 'ooooffffffhed' as she hit the blue pads, was in fact still 'oooooffffing' when Powers hooked that captured leg close to transform the maneuver into a Back Press that kept her adversary down for...
ONE...
TWO...
Winterrest kicked out in time with 'TWO' and with more than enough force to even think of calling it a near-fall. Nodding thanks to the crowd as they cheered this abrupt turnaround, Mabel rolled to one knee and buried her hands in Elise's hair so she could peel her off the floor. “Don't sound like you're having fun anymore, jerk.” Mabel huffed to her foe. “Too bad I'm just warming up!”
On that pleasantly ominous note she threaded an arm between Winterrest's gams and boosted her onto her shoulder like she was little more than a sack of mail! With one arm crooked over Elise's lower back and a hand pressed to the nape of her neck, Mabel swung around in a half circle, then went up on tiptoes to add even more 'ooomph' when she dropped to her knees and THAWHUMPED Elise onto the exposed concrete with a massive Power Slam!
POWER SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wwyu_OZ47Rc
Mabel stayed put where she landed and pulled Elise's leg toward herself for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOO!!!
Struggling to even roll onto all fours, she willed herself to push through the agony and gradually managed to rise to her feet with Powers' 'help'. Mabel decided to bring the battle back into the ring and forcefully shoved Elise under the ropes, causing her to painfully crawl toward the center of the ring. Meanwhile, Mabel moved with purpose to the corner, pulling up her elbow pad as her gaze fixed on Winterrest.
As Elise struggled to regain her footing, Mabel stalked her, biding her time for the perfect moment. Finally, as Elise clambered upright, Powers unleashed a brutal and stiff Running Lariat, connecting with devastating impact. The force of the blow was so powerful that it flipped Elise inside out, leaving her sprawled on the canvas, gasping for breath, and feeling the full force of Mabel's relentless assault.
RUNNING LARIAT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3IvbuNogPys
Mabel posed in a double bicep flex to rally the crowd before flipping her over for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOO!!!
"What?" Mabel exclaimed in exasperation, clearly surprised by Elise's ability to kick out of the near fall. The Fitness Fanatic found herself momentarily stunned, thus granting Elise a brief respite to gather herself and recover from the previous onslaught. Mabel regained her composure and rose to her full height, bringing Elise up with her. The Gym General managed to hoist Elise onto her shoulders, setting up for another Power Slam. Desperate to break free, Elise resorted to a sudden and unexpected move, raking her fingers across Mabel's eyes! The crowd gasped in surprise at the audacious tactic, as Elise's actions quickly halted Mabel's advance. The Gym General staggered back, clutching her eyes in pain, while Elise seized the opportunity to create some much-needed distance and regain control of the match.
As Mabel blindly stumbled towards Elise, Winterrest doubled her over with a kick into the midsection and spiked The Gym General's head into the canvas with a sick DDT!
DDT
www.youtube.com/shorts/18HcFu4yfgI
Mabel rolled over, landing on her back in a spread-eagle position. The unexpected attack left her woozy and incapacitated in the middle of the ring. Meanwhile, Elise, despite her fatigue, managed to sit up with a tired smile on her face. Showing a touch of confidence, she tapped her finger against her temple, signaling her own intelligence and strategic prowess to the crowd.
Fueled by malicious intent, Winterrest made her way toward the corner where she removed the padding from the top turnbuckle to reveal the unforgiving steel ring connectors underneath. Elise grabbed the woozy Mabel, still recovering from the earlier attack, and whipped her into the exposed corner, intending to further inflict damage. However, displaying her own resilience and presence of mind, Mabel managed to reverse the momentum at the last moment, altering the course of the whip, and sent Elise crashing into the exposed corner instead.
"URGHHH!" Winterrest cried out in pain as she collided with the cold steel, the impact reverberating through her body! Mabel remained relentless in her offensive onslaught. She caught hold of Elise's wrist and seemed like she was about to whip her across the ring,but Mabel abruptly changed tactics, pulling her back toward herself and shoved Winterrest into the exposed corner once more. Without missing a beat, Mabel pressed her attack, following up with a devastating Clothesline that struck Elise with formidable force.
Fired up and determined, The Gym General confidently positioned herself at the center of the ring, gesturing for Elise to come closer. Despite her pain, Elise stumbled forward, drawn into Mabel's waiting arms. Sensing the perfect opportunity, Mabel swiftly scooped Elise up, hoisting her into the air with impressive strength. With a resounding thud, Mabel forcefully slammed Elise down onto the canvas!
SCOOP POWERSLAM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5eXC7vP0v5E
Powers hooked the legs for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOO!!!!
Mabel's shock and frustration were evident as she gripped her own hair, momentarily caught off guard by the kick-out. Elise seized the moment, quickly rolling out of the ring to seek some much-needed rest and recovery.
Frustrated or not, Powers wasn't about to give Winterrest any sort of breathing room so she scrambled to boot-leather and rushed to the ropes and vaulted over onto the apron. “Where do you think you're going jerk?” Mabel called after the other brunette. “I've still got two more sets on this ass kicking!”
Elise whipped around and raised a middle finger only to backpedal when the Fitness Fanatic rushed forward and—Winterrest stepped in and lashed out with her right arm in a Clothesline meant to sweep Mabel off her fee—NO!
Powers saw the counter coming and threw herself into a gorgeous cartwheel that dropped her off the apron and onto the floor directly behind her startled adversary! Hands locked and ready by the time the Icy Manipulator turned around, Powers rushed in and THUMPED her rival across the sternum with a gorgeous Polish Hammer! Elise hit the floor in a sprawl, then hurried to her feet just to eat a heavy Dropkick from the Pittsburgh Powerhouse.
Miss Murder sat up after she hit the deck, but didn't begin to rise until Mabel grabbed a double handful of hair and hauled her upright. Switching over to a Wristlock to easier shoulder her foe backward against the apron, Powers ground a shoulder against Elise's sternum and chided, “Already slammed you on the floor, girlie. Now I'm going to put you through the guardrail.”
Elise didn't get a chance to reply before Mabel stepped back and dropped a shoulder to sling her burden across the narrow aisle, Winterrest barely able to twist around before she BWANGED spine-first into the steel barricade! Jolted from head to toe by the agonizing impact, Elise's legs gave out and her butt would've hit the floor if she hadn't managed to hook her arms over the top of the guardrail. She was still trying to find her footing when Powers stomped over and wrapped a hand around her throat! Using the Goozle to haul the other brunette upright, Mabel stuffed her free hand into the fork of Elise's crotch and earned several raucous cheers when she muscled Winterrest overhead in a gorgeous Military Press. Beaming as she showed off to the front row FAWNatics, Powers called out, “Can anybody spot me?”
She got plenty of takers and shortly thereafter she was hoisting Elise up and down as the crowd counted off, 'ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR...FIOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!'
Powers was snugged up to the barricade, meaning the front row fans would've been within easy reach if she'd been of the mind to reach out and touch someone. Of course the Gym General had her hands full, but Elise had no such limitation and she snatched a large drink out of some unsuspecting dope's hand and tossed the contents into Mabel's face with a loud SPLOOSH!
Mabel gasped and stumbled backward, the sputtering battler only vaguely aware that Winterrest had dropped free of her clutches. She grew far more clear on the new state of things when Elise pressed her palms to the sides of her head and gouged her fingers into the other wrestler's eyes. “EEERRRGGHHHH!” Mabel shrieked in surprised hurt as she grabbed hold of her tormentor's wrists. “STOP FIGHTING DIRTY YOU CRAZY BITCHNNNGGGHHH!”
The First Degree Femme Fatale smashed a Kneelift into her rival's buns, then halved her hair-hold so she could wrench Mabel's head back and trap it beneath her armpit. The Inverted Facelock made Powers groan and squirm, though she didn't really start to fight until Elise crooked her free hand into a claw and SMECKED it down on the Powerhouse's left breast!
”Stop fighting dirty!” Winterrest squealed in a high, mocking falsetto. “How can someone with so much physical discipline be so weak mentalRGH!” Powers reached back and grabbed a huge handful of hair in an effort to fight free of Elise's grip. A few sharp tugs made Miss Murder wince, but she didn't let go. In fact she cranked the hold a little tighter, then rocked back on her heels and dropped to a seat to THWHUMP Mabel down on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy an Inverted DDT!
INVERTED DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfrCPvfwZX0
The heavy offense left Powers starfished and blinking up at the lights, perfect candidate for a pin if Elise had been of the mind. But Miss Murder wasn't in the mood to end things, she only wanted to make the Fitness Fanatic suffer as long as possible. To that end she filled her hands with Mabel's hair and peeled her off the floor to secure a Front Facelock. Lugging the woozy brunette over to the edge of the ring, Winterrest snagged a handful of trunks and used the pair of grips to muscle her opponent back into the squared circle. Still in possession of the Front Facelock, Elise yoked up on Mabel's noggin to THUMP her chest against the apron once, twice, three times, each impact knocking more breath from the curvy brunette's sturdy frame. Once Powers was huffing and puffing, the Wolf of Winter snatched hold of the ring skirt and pulled it away from the apron so she could pull the snug material up over Mabel's head.
“Stay right here, sweet cheeks!” Elise swatted Mabel's buns just because she could, then turned around and sauntered to the next corner where she immediately turned around and rushed back the way she'd came to THWHONK a knee into the side of Mabel's covered head! Powers shuddered and slopped out of the ring into a pile at Elise's feet, so the smirking battler dragged her out onto the pads and planted a boot on her chest in an arrogant cover good for...
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOO!!!
Mabel slapped the boot off her chest and rolled onto all fours with a look of determination on her face."Stubborn fool." Elise taunted with a smirk as Mabel rose to one knee. Determined to press her advantage, Elise continued to deliver heavy blows but Powers seemed unfazed by the clubbing blows to her back. Instead, Mabel refused to stay down and surprised Elise with an unexpected burst of energy and a gutsy scream. Mabel suddenly sprang to her feet, lifting Elise into the air with a display of raw strength. Sensing an opportunity, Mabel charged towards the barricade, slamming Elise against it with immense force!
"URGHH!!!" Elise grunted and arched her back in pain, leaving her incapacitated for a brief moment.
Mabel let out a rallying war cry as she circled around the spot sending Winterrest over the barricade and into the crowd with a Clothesline! The disorientated Elise quickly retreated into the crowd, shoving the FAWNatics aside to make a path for herself. "Where do you think you are going?" The Gym General shouted as she hopped over the barricade and gave chase. Caught up in the chaos, Mabel continued to lay Haymakers on Elise, causing her to stumble along the aisle. Determined to bring the fight back to the ring, Mabel trapped Elise in a Headlock, guiding her toward where the battle was meant to take place. With a powerful toss, Mabel sent Elise flying back over the barricade and into the designated wrestling area.
Elise, clearly disoriented and desperate, tried to plead for a time-out as she backed away from Mabel's advancing figure. Relentless, Mabel helped herself to a handful of Elise's brunette locks and pulled Elise onto her feet. Powers positioned her arm across Elise's chest, immediately lifted Winterrest into the air and planted her hard onto the ground with a Fully Loaded slam!
FULLY LOADED
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8sD3E1ePmn4
Elise laid still on the ground upon impact except for a few slight shudders, but Mabel was not about to let the past few months of humiliation from Winterrest go unavenged. The Fitness Fanatic lifted up the ring apron and slid out a wooden table from under the ring. As Mabel was setting up the table, Elise began to stir and crawled under the ring apron.
"Nah nah, no way you are escap--AHHHHHHHH!!!!!" As Mabel dragged Miss Murder from under the apron, the cunning brunette seized the opportunity to turn the tables. With a sudden move, Elise unleashed a cloud of fire extinguisher spray directly into Mabel's face, catching her off guard and temporarily blinding her with the fumes.
Capitalizing on her disoriented opponent, Elise struggled to her feet, extinguisher still in hand. With fierce determination, she swung the extinguisher, delivering a punishing blow to Mabel's body. The impact of the strike left Mabel reeling and vulnerable, giving Elise the upper hand in this unpredictable brawl outside the ring. Elise doubled over and caught her breath before slamming the fire extinguisher once more onto Mabel's back!
"Ref! Count!" Elise summoned Merle over as she flipped Powers onto her back for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOOOOO!!!!!
Winterrest sat up and her eyes widened in shock! Powers immediately woke up from the slumber and fired herself up with a few thumping fists into the ground!
"WINTERREST!" Mabel's booming voice echoed through the arena as she rose to her feet, fueled by a fierce determination to overcome her opponent! In a panic, Miss Murder, attempted to subdue The Gym General with a couple of forearms, but Mabel relentlessly retaliated with even harder and faster strikes.
In the heat of the moment, Mabel seized Elise's wrist and appeared to whip her toward the barricade. However, at the last moment, she reeled Elise back, catching her off guard, lifting Elise into the air and Powerbombed her with tremendous force onto the unforgiving apron.
POP-UP POWERBOMB
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SlR61cynTT8
The Icy Manipulator bounced off and crumpled to the floor in an awkward, face-down heap. Mabel dropped to her knees beside the other brunette and grabbed onto shoulder in hip meaning to roll her opponent onto her back, but damned if Winterrest didn't snatch hold of the apron so she could drag her way under the ring aga—“Oh no you don't!”
Powers shifted one hand to her foe's knee-pad so she had a better set of hooks to pull the retreating wrestler back out into the overhead lights. Hauling her well clear of the apron this time, Mabel stood up, delivered a quick stomp to her rival's belly, then sprang into the air and crunched in on herself only to stretch out full length right before she THWHAPPED down on Elise's tummy with a gorgeous Standing Frog Splash! Winterrest's legs hooked up so the Gym General hooked them both to ensure she stayed down for the...
STANDING SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8G0ClXbrrJM
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Elise didn't kick out so much as she did force a break by jabbing one thumb into her opponent's eye!
“Nasty cheater!” Powers barked as she reared back on her haunches and scrubbed at her face with one hand. “I'm gonna make you sorry for that crapNNNGGHH!” Winterrest certainly didn't look her usual confident self in the wake of that Powerbomb, but she retained enough of her inherent sass to turn Mabel's head to one side with a snappy Bitch Slap.
“I'm only sorry I've tolerated you as long as I have.” Miss Murder huffed as she grabbed a double handful of hair and pulled Powers to her fee—Mabel wrapped her arms around the other wrestler's waist and charged forward to BWUNK her lower back into the edge of the apron!
The jolt that passed through Winterrest's svelte frame tempted Powers to repeat the tactic, but at the moment she was more determined to get her foe back into the ring and away from all her wicked little tricks, so she pulled Elise away and grabbed hold of trunks and tresses and whipped her around in a half circle before slinging her under the bottom rope! The momentum sent Winterrest tumbling into the middle of the ring... and then beyond, the First Degree Femme Fatale using Mabel's own strength to help her roll all the way across the canvas to slip out on the other side while a disbelieving Powers scrambled after her just a couple seconds too late to prevent her rival's exit!
Smirking despite the narrowness of her escape, Winterrest smoothed back her hair and made a few minor adjustments to her outfit before raising a defiant middle finger to the Fitness Fanatic. “Knock that stupid look off your face, gym rat.” she commanded. “Unless you're trying to lose whatever bit of mystique you still possess. If that's the case, keep right on OOOWW FAAAAAHK!”
Elise was still very close to the strands and Mabel made her pay for it by darting a hand through to clamp down on the upraised finger! Doing her best to bend Winterrest's digit back so that it touched her wrist, Powers warned, “Keep talking to me like that and you're going to lose some fingers. Understand me, little girNNNGGGHHH!”
Elise stepped in and flicked out her free hand to CRACK Powers across the cheek with a stiff Bitch Slap! “Don't try to intimidate me, idiot. You can scowl all you want, it won't stop me from RRGGGH!”
Mabel caught hold of Elise's hair and yanked her in close enough to THWHUNK a Headbutt between the other brunette's eyes! Elise groaned and slumped against the apron, so the Pittsburgh Powerhouse doubled down on her hair-holds, then got to her feet while pulling with all of her considerable strength. Squealing as she tried to swat Powers' hands out of her hair, Elise kicked and thrashed as Mabel bodied her from the floor to the apron in a single colossal lift. “Told'ja ya can't get away from me.” Powers teased as she jostled her foe's head back and forth. “None of your tricks are gonna save you from what you so richly desHHRRRGGHHHH!”
Abandoning her holds on Mabel's wrists in favor of her own hair-hold, Miss Murder hopped up and dropped to the floor to TWANG Powers' throat against the top rope! Mabel's head snapped back and the rest of her followed, the distressed Destroyer launched off her feet to land flat on her back.
Out on the floor Elise caught her breath and watched Powers writhe with narrow, furious eyes. Hopping onto the apron a moment thereafter, the Wolf of Winter strode to the nearest corner and ascended to the top turnbuckle. Happy to let the idiot crowd cheer Mabel back into the match, Elise stood up straight and simply waited while the Gym General struggled to verticality. Winterrest didn't take flight until the wobbly brunette turned to find her, but the result proved agonizingly effective as the Icy Manipulator delivered a pinpoint Missile Dropkick to Powers' crotch! Mabel was blown off her feet and tumbled backward onto her shoulders in a Matchbook that didn't have a chance to unfold before Elise hurried over and planted her hands on Mabel's heels for a count of...
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOO!!!
Mabel's resilience shone through as she managed to break out of the near fall, flopping onto the canvas to prevent a second cover. Elise slapped the mat in frustration before taking a few deep breaths to regain her composure. The Icy Manipulator collected herself, raking her sweat-matted hair as she rose to her feet.
With a calculating demeanor, Elise seized Mabel's brunette locks and pulled her back up to her feet. Demonstrating her strength and skill, Miss Murder quickly lifted Mabel into an upside-down position, setting her up for the Tombstone Piledriver—a devastating maneuver that could spell the end for her opponent.
Sensing danger, Mabel struggled and destabilized Elise's balance and caused her to lose control. Elise fell back and Mabel hugged her tight, turning the tables on her opponent. With Elise in her prior predicament, Mabel delivers a Tombstone Piledriver of her own, driving Elise's head into the canvas with tremendous impact!
TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER REVERSAL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zIB4pS4-gfI
Elise lay flattened on the canvas after the devastating head-drop, but Mabel showed no interest in a quick cover. Instead, The Fitness Fanatic seized the opportunity to further punish her opponent. Mabel picked Elise back up, refusing to let her catch a break and sent Winterrest flying over the top rope!. Elise was left disoriented and struggling to recover from the powerful maneuver she endured. However, Mabel showed no mercy, as she swiftly joined her opponent at ringside.
As Mabel stood tall, looking down at the disoriented Elise, she might say with a mix of determination and taunt in her voice, "You're tough, I'll give you that, but you can't keep up with the power of The Gym General! I'm not done with you yet. Get ready for a real workout!"
As Mabel's dominance over Elise continued, she trapped her opponent in a powerful Bear Hug, squeezing her tight against her formidable frame. But Mabel had other plans in mind. Instead of going for a submission, she surprised everyone by driving Elise back-first into the unforgiving apron, using it as a makeshift training apparatus.
"I WANT THREE MORE REPS!" Mabel roared, urging the crowd to count along with her as she repeated the brutal move times, each successive impact driving Elise's back into the apron with more force.
Elise collapsed to the ground in excruciating pain, clearly overwhelmed by the focused assault from The Gym General. Mabel's relentless spirit drove her on as she rallied the crowd, feeding off their energy as she prepared for one last exercise. Mabel put Elise in a Standing Headscissors, signaling her intentions for a final and decisive move. Elise pleaded, trying to stop Mabel, but the determined Gym General was unyielding. In a display of immense power, she hoisted Elise onto her shoulders, lifting her higher by the tights. The crowd was in awe as they witnessed Mabel's strength on full display.
Without hesitation, Mabel turned toward the Announcer's table, and with a thunderous crash, she Powerbombed Elise through the table, shattering it into pieces! The impact was deafening, and the audience was left stunned by the sheer brutality of the move.
As Elise laid in the wreckage, Mabel put a boot on her chest and posed with a double bicep flex as Merle counted....
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING! "And your winner! Via pinfall! MABEL POWERS!"
The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, elated to see the babyface, The Gym General, emerge victorious over the heel, The Icy Manipulator, in such a deserving and brutal fashion. Mabel received a hero's welcome as she made her triumphant return to the ring, her head held high with pride.
With a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction, Mabel allowed the referee to raise her arm in victory, acknowledging the hard-fought battle she had just endured.
"Ladies and gentlemen, can I get a "Hell yeah" for everyone who loves a good workout! Whoo!
Tonight, I stand before you as The Gym General, but let me tell you, I didn't become the powerhouse you see in that ring overnight. It's taken dedication, sweat, and a whole lot of hard work to get here!
You see, working out isn't just about building muscles or getting fit. It's about pushing yourself beyond your limits, challenging your body, and discovering the true strength that lies within each one of us. It's about that burning desire to be better, stronger, and healthier every single day!
And you know what? That journey isn't always easy. There are days when you feel like giving up, when you think you can't go any farther. But let me tell you this: it's during those tough times like today that you find your true grit!
You've got to dig deep, find that fire inside, and keep going. Trust me, the results are worth it! When you push through the pain, when you conquer those challenges, you become unstoppable, and that's a feeling like no other!
But it's not just about the physical gains; it's about the mental strength too. You become more focused, more determined, and ready to take on the world!
I'm standing here today because of all those hours spent in the gym, all those reps and sets, all those early mornings and late nights. And let me tell you, it's all been worth it!
So, my friends, I challenge each one of you to find that workout routine that makes you come alive. It might be lifting weights, running, yoga, or anything that gets your heart pumping and that adrenaline flowing.
Remember, we're all capable of greatness. It starts with one step, one rep, one stride at a time.
Let's build a community of fitness warriors, supporting and inspiring one another to be the best version of ourselves. Together, we'll break barriers, set new records, and show the world the incredible power of dedication and hard work!'
So let's get out there, my friends! Sweat, smile, and let's rock those workouts like never before! Thank you all for being a part of this incredible journey. Let's make every day a victorious one! Whoo!"
A surge of energy filled the air, and the anticipation built as the crowd eagerly awaited the arrival of their beloved Fit Queen.
And there she was, strutting confidently through the curtain, her athletic grace evident in every step. Mabel Powers exuded an air of athletic royalty, and she knew it. With a wide grin, she ran both hands down her sculpted frame, showcasing her hard-earned physique, and then raised them for a double bicep flex, inviting the crowd to revel in her strength.
MABEL POWERS:
Her sweatbands and neatly tied ponytail were a testament to her focus and preparation. As she made her way down the ramp, Mabel didn't just walk; she moved with an athlete's purpose and confidence, every motion exuding power and determination.
Clad in her royal blue sports briefs and white sports bra, Mabel was a vision of athletic prowess. The curve of her glutes and the firmness of her breasts were impossible to ignore, drawing admiring glances from the crowd. The black wrestling boots and knee pads completed her look, a symbol of her readiness to take on any challenge in the ring.
Mabel's connection with her fans was evident as she interacted with them along the aisle. Her high-fives and infectious smile created an instant bond, making everyone feel like they were part of the experience. The arena echoed with cheers and applause, showing their unwavering support for the Gym General.
As she hopped onto the apron and slid into the ring, Mabel's playful side came to the fore. With a cheeky jiggle of her booty, she charmed the crowd, earning even more cheers and whistles. Her joyful personality and enthusiasm were contagious, igniting the arena with excitement.
Once inside the ring, Mabel continued to capture hearts with her jaunty finger-pointing and warm smiles. The atmosphere was electric, and the Fit Queen reveled in it.
Alas, sentiment and temperature proved no match for the chill brought on by the Announcer's next proclamation. “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:
Boos and jeers seemed to pour from the walls of the FAWN Arena, not that they proved any use in subduing 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, but the Icy Manipulator only smirked in the face of their disdain. The house lights didn't fare much better, 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.“It's time this mannequin learned proper etiquette.” she said to no one in particular as the camera closed in. “But not for the gym or even the squared circle, no, I'm simply going to teach her how to suffer in silence.” 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 Pittsburgh Powerhouse, 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 former Queen of the Madhouse 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 remind everyone that Mabel was about to become a three-time loser in her attempts to unseat the Icy Manipulator.
Practically bouncing in place at the prospect of getting her hands on the woman that'd embarrassed, manipulated, or flat-out cheated her way to two wins against the Gym General, Mabel waited in her corner until the bell CLANGED, but soon as the sound reached her ears she was off like a shot after Miss Murder! She'd dared to dream that the sneaky battler would actually meet her head on, so of course Winterrest drifted through the ropes like a foul breeze and dropped to the floor where she set out on a seemingly carefree summer stroll.
“Uh uh, girlie.” Powers muttered as she reached the spot where her rival had exited the squared circle. “You're not getting away from me this time!”
Elise actually had the gall to look over her shoulder and smile. “As if I'd ever need to run from a simpleton like you.” she cooed. “I'm merely enjoying an evening constitutional while I decide how to best destroy you.”
A scowling Mabel vaulted over the strands to drop to the floor in a single sinuous motion, then broke into a run to chase down the Icy Manipulator! Despite previous assertions to the contrary, Elise did indeed take to her heels to keep a safe distance between herself and the Fitness Fanatic. She led Powers on a merry chase halfway around the squared circle with the FAWNatics constantly urging Mabel to close the gap and dish out some much deserved punishment.
For the moment Winterrest remained maddeningly out of reach, though Mabel produced an impressive burst of speed when the Malicious Mainer glanced over one shoulder and tittered, “What's wrong, Powers? Afraid to feel the burn?”
The Pittsburgh Powerhouse most certainly was not and she began to close in, her pursuit gaining several precious steps when Elise made a point to go around the steel steps rather than over them. Knowing damned well she could clear the steel without any real strain, Powers goosed the throttle one more time and soared over the steps in a gorgeous leap that--“NNNNGGGHHHHH!” Groans gave way to a cavalcade of boos when Elise, who'd ground to a halt as soon as she rounded the corner, lashed out with a straight left hand that THUMPED Mabel's briefs as she was coming out of her leap! Curling up around the nauseating throb while she was still airborne, Powers continued a respectable distance before she came down hard on her right hip and shoulder in a landing that made a whole lotta folks wince.
Elise was most certainly not wincing, indeed she was all smiles as she made a show of brushing some invisible dust off her knuckles. “I must say, you're far more tenacious than I'd expected.” Winterrest said to the groaning, vulnerable brunette. “I thought consecutive beatings would've proved my superiority even to someone as dense as--”
“You didn't beat me.” Mabel interrupted. “You cheated both times! Those records don't mean anything, no matter how much you talOOOOOOOWWWW!”
Bracing her hands against the edge of the apron, Elise hopped up and STAMPED down on the other brunette's flank just above her left hip. Hardly satisfied with a single shot, Winterrest reared back and THWHACKED a nasty Toe Kick into the small of her foe's back! Powers cried out, tumbled onto her stomach and fought to all fours so she could try and shove Elise away. Snarling at the ineffectual resistance, the black-clad brunette THUMPED the hardest kick yet into the pit of Mabel's stomach, then set the heel of her right foot atop the penitent beauty's left hand and grooooooound back and forth while Powers wailed in distress!
“Do you have any idea how pathetic you sound?” Winterrest sneered as she tried to smash Powers' hand to paste. “No one on the other side of that barricade gives a shit how a match is won. All that matters to them is who finishes standing tall and who finishes stretched out on her back, crying into the lights. That's you, by the way. Humiliating you within the confines of the rules was entertaining enough, doing so without any such limitations to hamper my imagination? Oh my, the things I'm going to do to--”
Mabel let out a loud hiss as she wrenched her hand free of Elise's boot and reared back on her haunches to deliver a THUMPING right hand to the pit of Winterrest's stomach! Elise grunted and hunched forward a little without ceding any ground, so Powers grabbed a handful of her waistband at the hip and PIK-PAK-PEKKED her with another trio of punches. “I care, you mean brat.” she snapped at the increasingly breathless grappler. “And I'll continue to care now matter how much you try to convince me not toOOONNNGGGGHHHH!”
More than a little displeased by the resistance from her bipedal heavy bag, Miss Murder snatched a double handful of hair and yanked Mabel's head down while simultaneously pistoning a knee up to THUNK against the penitent lovely's forehead! Powers shuddered on impact, but her hands only wavered instead of actually dropping. Indeed it was only a matter of moments before she was pushing and shoving at Winterrest's hips, the Gym General valiantly trying to--“NGH! NGH! NNNGGGHH!”
Elise rocked her with three more Kneelifts between the eyes, then collected the other brunette's long locks into a ponytail so she could haul her to boot-leather. A Side Headlock quickly followed and anyone thinking the First Degree Femme Fatale was shifting to a more technical strategy found themselves thoroughly mistaken the instant she THUNKED Mabel's forehead into the edge of the ring apron and began to walk toward the next corner in a slow, domineering stroll that draaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggged the protesting wrestler's face against the abrasive edge!
Mabel wailed and thrashed without escaping but she did make Winterrest pay a pretty price for her incarceration by delivering a near constant stream of Forearm Smashes to the other woman's lower back. Elise absorbed these blows with apparent good humor until she drew close to the ring-post. Then wry amusement gave way to disgusted fury and she shifted over to a gigantic double handful of hair that allowed her to BWUNK Powers' forehead against the unyielding steel! Mabel groaned and slumped against the apron, the usually energetic battler damn near stupefied by Elise's rough treatment.
“Oh Mabel, you poor deluded geek.” Elise murmured as she ran her hands through the Pennsylvanian's hair to collect it in another ponytail. “You would've done so much better to simply challenge me to a push-up contest. You wouldn't have won, but it would've at least been competitive. This though...” Miss Murder wrapped her foe's hair around the bottom rope and yanked it tight. “You're so out of your depth right now it's almost not fun. Almost.”
The Fitness Fanatic mumbled something but otherwise remained in place so Elise cleared off and dropped to one knee there in the narrow aisle between ring and guardrail. Running her fingertips across the bright blue pads, she-- “Aaaahh, there you are.” An unpleasant smile from the Malicious Mainer as she hooked her fingers into the edge of two mats and hooked on so she could peel it away from the floor with a soft, purring rip.
Cringing along with the rest of the FAWNatics once Elise exposed that stretch of bare concrete, Merle hurried out the floor in hopes of talking some sense into his charge. “Hey now Elise, there's no need for that! Just because this is a No DQ match doesn't mean we can't be civil!”
Winterrest rolled her eyes, strode back to Powers and casually smashed a left hook into her ribs. “Of course I don't NEED to do it.” the Wolf of Winter explained in the midst of untying Mabel's hair from the bottom rope. “Have you seen our first two matches? There's clearly nothing she can do to make this more interesting and when I get bored I tend to make my own amusements. To wit...”
With the Gym General putty in her hands, Winterrest drew her away from the apron and over to the edge of the exposed concrete. Smirking with obvious delight as the crowd's anxiety went through the roof, Elise slipped her right arm through Mabel's legs to grab a handful of backside while she hooked her left arm over the other brunette's shoulder. Just like that she scooped the Fitness Fanatic onto her shoulder and—NO! Powers kicked both legs to slip down her attacker's shoulders! Elise cursed and whipped around with a wild Haymaker that Mabel dipped at the last second. Not only that, she slipped an arm through Winterrest's thighs and boosted her up across her shoulders in a Fireman's Carry. The Icy Manipulator hadn't fully processed this unwelcome shift in the balance of ahem, power, when Mabel rocked back on her heels and laid out to THWHUMP her against the floor with a Samoan Drop!
SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJomITohrgs
Elise 'ooooffffffhed' as she hit the blue pads, was in fact still 'oooooffffing' when Powers hooked that captured leg close to transform the maneuver into a Back Press that kept her adversary down for...
ONE...
TWO...
Winterrest kicked out in time with 'TWO' and with more than enough force to even think of calling it a near-fall. Nodding thanks to the crowd as they cheered this abrupt turnaround, Mabel rolled to one knee and buried her hands in Elise's hair so she could peel her off the floor. “Don't sound like you're having fun anymore, jerk.” Mabel huffed to her foe. “Too bad I'm just warming up!”
On that pleasantly ominous note she threaded an arm between Winterrest's gams and boosted her onto her shoulder like she was little more than a sack of mail! With one arm crooked over Elise's lower back and a hand pressed to the nape of her neck, Mabel swung around in a half circle, then went up on tiptoes to add even more 'ooomph' when she dropped to her knees and THAWHUMPED Elise onto the exposed concrete with a massive Power Slam!
POWER SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wwyu_OZ47Rc
Mabel stayed put where she landed and pulled Elise's leg toward herself for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOO!!!
Struggling to even roll onto all fours, she willed herself to push through the agony and gradually managed to rise to her feet with Powers' 'help'. Mabel decided to bring the battle back into the ring and forcefully shoved Elise under the ropes, causing her to painfully crawl toward the center of the ring. Meanwhile, Mabel moved with purpose to the corner, pulling up her elbow pad as her gaze fixed on Winterrest.
As Elise struggled to regain her footing, Mabel stalked her, biding her time for the perfect moment. Finally, as Elise clambered upright, Powers unleashed a brutal and stiff Running Lariat, connecting with devastating impact. The force of the blow was so powerful that it flipped Elise inside out, leaving her sprawled on the canvas, gasping for breath, and feeling the full force of Mabel's relentless assault.
RUNNING LARIAT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3IvbuNogPys
Mabel posed in a double bicep flex to rally the crowd before flipping her over for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOO!!!
"What?" Mabel exclaimed in exasperation, clearly surprised by Elise's ability to kick out of the near fall. The Fitness Fanatic found herself momentarily stunned, thus granting Elise a brief respite to gather herself and recover from the previous onslaught. Mabel regained her composure and rose to her full height, bringing Elise up with her. The Gym General managed to hoist Elise onto her shoulders, setting up for another Power Slam. Desperate to break free, Elise resorted to a sudden and unexpected move, raking her fingers across Mabel's eyes! The crowd gasped in surprise at the audacious tactic, as Elise's actions quickly halted Mabel's advance. The Gym General staggered back, clutching her eyes in pain, while Elise seized the opportunity to create some much-needed distance and regain control of the match.
As Mabel blindly stumbled towards Elise, Winterrest doubled her over with a kick into the midsection and spiked The Gym General's head into the canvas with a sick DDT!
DDT
www.youtube.com/shorts/18HcFu4yfgI
Mabel rolled over, landing on her back in a spread-eagle position. The unexpected attack left her woozy and incapacitated in the middle of the ring. Meanwhile, Elise, despite her fatigue, managed to sit up with a tired smile on her face. Showing a touch of confidence, she tapped her finger against her temple, signaling her own intelligence and strategic prowess to the crowd.
Fueled by malicious intent, Winterrest made her way toward the corner where she removed the padding from the top turnbuckle to reveal the unforgiving steel ring connectors underneath. Elise grabbed the woozy Mabel, still recovering from the earlier attack, and whipped her into the exposed corner, intending to further inflict damage. However, displaying her own resilience and presence of mind, Mabel managed to reverse the momentum at the last moment, altering the course of the whip, and sent Elise crashing into the exposed corner instead.
"URGHHH!" Winterrest cried out in pain as she collided with the cold steel, the impact reverberating through her body! Mabel remained relentless in her offensive onslaught. She caught hold of Elise's wrist and seemed like she was about to whip her across the ring,but Mabel abruptly changed tactics, pulling her back toward herself and shoved Winterrest into the exposed corner once more. Without missing a beat, Mabel pressed her attack, following up with a devastating Clothesline that struck Elise with formidable force.
Fired up and determined, The Gym General confidently positioned herself at the center of the ring, gesturing for Elise to come closer. Despite her pain, Elise stumbled forward, drawn into Mabel's waiting arms. Sensing the perfect opportunity, Mabel swiftly scooped Elise up, hoisting her into the air with impressive strength. With a resounding thud, Mabel forcefully slammed Elise down onto the canvas!
SCOOP POWERSLAM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5eXC7vP0v5E
Powers hooked the legs for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOO!!!!
Mabel's shock and frustration were evident as she gripped her own hair, momentarily caught off guard by the kick-out. Elise seized the moment, quickly rolling out of the ring to seek some much-needed rest and recovery.
Frustrated or not, Powers wasn't about to give Winterrest any sort of breathing room so she scrambled to boot-leather and rushed to the ropes and vaulted over onto the apron. “Where do you think you're going jerk?” Mabel called after the other brunette. “I've still got two more sets on this ass kicking!”
Elise whipped around and raised a middle finger only to backpedal when the Fitness Fanatic rushed forward and—Winterrest stepped in and lashed out with her right arm in a Clothesline meant to sweep Mabel off her fee—NO!
Powers saw the counter coming and threw herself into a gorgeous cartwheel that dropped her off the apron and onto the floor directly behind her startled adversary! Hands locked and ready by the time the Icy Manipulator turned around, Powers rushed in and THUMPED her rival across the sternum with a gorgeous Polish Hammer! Elise hit the floor in a sprawl, then hurried to her feet just to eat a heavy Dropkick from the Pittsburgh Powerhouse.
Miss Murder sat up after she hit the deck, but didn't begin to rise until Mabel grabbed a double handful of hair and hauled her upright. Switching over to a Wristlock to easier shoulder her foe backward against the apron, Powers ground a shoulder against Elise's sternum and chided, “Already slammed you on the floor, girlie. Now I'm going to put you through the guardrail.”
Elise didn't get a chance to reply before Mabel stepped back and dropped a shoulder to sling her burden across the narrow aisle, Winterrest barely able to twist around before she BWANGED spine-first into the steel barricade! Jolted from head to toe by the agonizing impact, Elise's legs gave out and her butt would've hit the floor if she hadn't managed to hook her arms over the top of the guardrail. She was still trying to find her footing when Powers stomped over and wrapped a hand around her throat! Using the Goozle to haul the other brunette upright, Mabel stuffed her free hand into the fork of Elise's crotch and earned several raucous cheers when she muscled Winterrest overhead in a gorgeous Military Press. Beaming as she showed off to the front row FAWNatics, Powers called out, “Can anybody spot me?”
She got plenty of takers and shortly thereafter she was hoisting Elise up and down as the crowd counted off, 'ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR...FIOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!'
Powers was snugged up to the barricade, meaning the front row fans would've been within easy reach if she'd been of the mind to reach out and touch someone. Of course the Gym General had her hands full, but Elise had no such limitation and she snatched a large drink out of some unsuspecting dope's hand and tossed the contents into Mabel's face with a loud SPLOOSH!
Mabel gasped and stumbled backward, the sputtering battler only vaguely aware that Winterrest had dropped free of her clutches. She grew far more clear on the new state of things when Elise pressed her palms to the sides of her head and gouged her fingers into the other wrestler's eyes. “EEERRRGGHHHH!” Mabel shrieked in surprised hurt as she grabbed hold of her tormentor's wrists. “STOP FIGHTING DIRTY YOU CRAZY BITCHNNNGGGHHH!”
The First Degree Femme Fatale smashed a Kneelift into her rival's buns, then halved her hair-hold so she could wrench Mabel's head back and trap it beneath her armpit. The Inverted Facelock made Powers groan and squirm, though she didn't really start to fight until Elise crooked her free hand into a claw and SMECKED it down on the Powerhouse's left breast!
”Stop fighting dirty!” Winterrest squealed in a high, mocking falsetto. “How can someone with so much physical discipline be so weak mentalRGH!” Powers reached back and grabbed a huge handful of hair in an effort to fight free of Elise's grip. A few sharp tugs made Miss Murder wince, but she didn't let go. In fact she cranked the hold a little tighter, then rocked back on her heels and dropped to a seat to THWHUMP Mabel down on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy an Inverted DDT!
INVERTED DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfrCPvfwZX0
The heavy offense left Powers starfished and blinking up at the lights, perfect candidate for a pin if Elise had been of the mind. But Miss Murder wasn't in the mood to end things, she only wanted to make the Fitness Fanatic suffer as long as possible. To that end she filled her hands with Mabel's hair and peeled her off the floor to secure a Front Facelock. Lugging the woozy brunette over to the edge of the ring, Winterrest snagged a handful of trunks and used the pair of grips to muscle her opponent back into the squared circle. Still in possession of the Front Facelock, Elise yoked up on Mabel's noggin to THUMP her chest against the apron once, twice, three times, each impact knocking more breath from the curvy brunette's sturdy frame. Once Powers was huffing and puffing, the Wolf of Winter snatched hold of the ring skirt and pulled it away from the apron so she could pull the snug material up over Mabel's head.
“Stay right here, sweet cheeks!” Elise swatted Mabel's buns just because she could, then turned around and sauntered to the next corner where she immediately turned around and rushed back the way she'd came to THWHONK a knee into the side of Mabel's covered head! Powers shuddered and slopped out of the ring into a pile at Elise's feet, so the smirking battler dragged her out onto the pads and planted a boot on her chest in an arrogant cover good for...
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOO!!!
Mabel slapped the boot off her chest and rolled onto all fours with a look of determination on her face."Stubborn fool." Elise taunted with a smirk as Mabel rose to one knee. Determined to press her advantage, Elise continued to deliver heavy blows but Powers seemed unfazed by the clubbing blows to her back. Instead, Mabel refused to stay down and surprised Elise with an unexpected burst of energy and a gutsy scream. Mabel suddenly sprang to her feet, lifting Elise into the air with a display of raw strength. Sensing an opportunity, Mabel charged towards the barricade, slamming Elise against it with immense force!
"URGHH!!!" Elise grunted and arched her back in pain, leaving her incapacitated for a brief moment.
Mabel let out a rallying war cry as she circled around the spot sending Winterrest over the barricade and into the crowd with a Clothesline! The disorientated Elise quickly retreated into the crowd, shoving the FAWNatics aside to make a path for herself. "Where do you think you are going?" The Gym General shouted as she hopped over the barricade and gave chase. Caught up in the chaos, Mabel continued to lay Haymakers on Elise, causing her to stumble along the aisle. Determined to bring the fight back to the ring, Mabel trapped Elise in a Headlock, guiding her toward where the battle was meant to take place. With a powerful toss, Mabel sent Elise flying back over the barricade and into the designated wrestling area.
Elise, clearly disoriented and desperate, tried to plead for a time-out as she backed away from Mabel's advancing figure. Relentless, Mabel helped herself to a handful of Elise's brunette locks and pulled Elise onto her feet. Powers positioned her arm across Elise's chest, immediately lifted Winterrest into the air and planted her hard onto the ground with a Fully Loaded slam!
FULLY LOADED
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8sD3E1ePmn4
Elise laid still on the ground upon impact except for a few slight shudders, but Mabel was not about to let the past few months of humiliation from Winterrest go unavenged. The Fitness Fanatic lifted up the ring apron and slid out a wooden table from under the ring. As Mabel was setting up the table, Elise began to stir and crawled under the ring apron.
"Nah nah, no way you are escap--AHHHHHHHH!!!!!" As Mabel dragged Miss Murder from under the apron, the cunning brunette seized the opportunity to turn the tables. With a sudden move, Elise unleashed a cloud of fire extinguisher spray directly into Mabel's face, catching her off guard and temporarily blinding her with the fumes.
Capitalizing on her disoriented opponent, Elise struggled to her feet, extinguisher still in hand. With fierce determination, she swung the extinguisher, delivering a punishing blow to Mabel's body. The impact of the strike left Mabel reeling and vulnerable, giving Elise the upper hand in this unpredictable brawl outside the ring. Elise doubled over and caught her breath before slamming the fire extinguisher once more onto Mabel's back!
"Ref! Count!" Elise summoned Merle over as she flipped Powers onto her back for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOOOOO!!!!!
Winterrest sat up and her eyes widened in shock! Powers immediately woke up from the slumber and fired herself up with a few thumping fists into the ground!
"WINTERREST!" Mabel's booming voice echoed through the arena as she rose to her feet, fueled by a fierce determination to overcome her opponent! In a panic, Miss Murder, attempted to subdue The Gym General with a couple of forearms, but Mabel relentlessly retaliated with even harder and faster strikes.
In the heat of the moment, Mabel seized Elise's wrist and appeared to whip her toward the barricade. However, at the last moment, she reeled Elise back, catching her off guard, lifting Elise into the air and Powerbombed her with tremendous force onto the unforgiving apron.
POP-UP POWERBOMB
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SlR61cynTT8
The Icy Manipulator bounced off and crumpled to the floor in an awkward, face-down heap. Mabel dropped to her knees beside the other brunette and grabbed onto shoulder in hip meaning to roll her opponent onto her back, but damned if Winterrest didn't snatch hold of the apron so she could drag her way under the ring aga—“Oh no you don't!”
Powers shifted one hand to her foe's knee-pad so she had a better set of hooks to pull the retreating wrestler back out into the overhead lights. Hauling her well clear of the apron this time, Mabel stood up, delivered a quick stomp to her rival's belly, then sprang into the air and crunched in on herself only to stretch out full length right before she THWHAPPED down on Elise's tummy with a gorgeous Standing Frog Splash! Winterrest's legs hooked up so the Gym General hooked them both to ensure she stayed down for the...
STANDING SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8G0ClXbrrJM
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Elise didn't kick out so much as she did force a break by jabbing one thumb into her opponent's eye!
“Nasty cheater!” Powers barked as she reared back on her haunches and scrubbed at her face with one hand. “I'm gonna make you sorry for that crapNNNGGHH!” Winterrest certainly didn't look her usual confident self in the wake of that Powerbomb, but she retained enough of her inherent sass to turn Mabel's head to one side with a snappy Bitch Slap.
“I'm only sorry I've tolerated you as long as I have.” Miss Murder huffed as she grabbed a double handful of hair and pulled Powers to her fee—Mabel wrapped her arms around the other wrestler's waist and charged forward to BWUNK her lower back into the edge of the apron!
The jolt that passed through Winterrest's svelte frame tempted Powers to repeat the tactic, but at the moment she was more determined to get her foe back into the ring and away from all her wicked little tricks, so she pulled Elise away and grabbed hold of trunks and tresses and whipped her around in a half circle before slinging her under the bottom rope! The momentum sent Winterrest tumbling into the middle of the ring... and then beyond, the First Degree Femme Fatale using Mabel's own strength to help her roll all the way across the canvas to slip out on the other side while a disbelieving Powers scrambled after her just a couple seconds too late to prevent her rival's exit!
Smirking despite the narrowness of her escape, Winterrest smoothed back her hair and made a few minor adjustments to her outfit before raising a defiant middle finger to the Fitness Fanatic. “Knock that stupid look off your face, gym rat.” she commanded. “Unless you're trying to lose whatever bit of mystique you still possess. If that's the case, keep right on OOOWW FAAAAAHK!”
Elise was still very close to the strands and Mabel made her pay for it by darting a hand through to clamp down on the upraised finger! Doing her best to bend Winterrest's digit back so that it touched her wrist, Powers warned, “Keep talking to me like that and you're going to lose some fingers. Understand me, little girNNNGGGHHH!”
Elise stepped in and flicked out her free hand to CRACK Powers across the cheek with a stiff Bitch Slap! “Don't try to intimidate me, idiot. You can scowl all you want, it won't stop me from RRGGGH!”
Mabel caught hold of Elise's hair and yanked her in close enough to THWHUNK a Headbutt between the other brunette's eyes! Elise groaned and slumped against the apron, so the Pittsburgh Powerhouse doubled down on her hair-holds, then got to her feet while pulling with all of her considerable strength. Squealing as she tried to swat Powers' hands out of her hair, Elise kicked and thrashed as Mabel bodied her from the floor to the apron in a single colossal lift. “Told'ja ya can't get away from me.” Powers teased as she jostled her foe's head back and forth. “None of your tricks are gonna save you from what you so richly desHHRRRGGHHHH!”
Abandoning her holds on Mabel's wrists in favor of her own hair-hold, Miss Murder hopped up and dropped to the floor to TWANG Powers' throat against the top rope! Mabel's head snapped back and the rest of her followed, the distressed Destroyer launched off her feet to land flat on her back.
Out on the floor Elise caught her breath and watched Powers writhe with narrow, furious eyes. Hopping onto the apron a moment thereafter, the Wolf of Winter strode to the nearest corner and ascended to the top turnbuckle. Happy to let the idiot crowd cheer Mabel back into the match, Elise stood up straight and simply waited while the Gym General struggled to verticality. Winterrest didn't take flight until the wobbly brunette turned to find her, but the result proved agonizingly effective as the Icy Manipulator delivered a pinpoint Missile Dropkick to Powers' crotch! Mabel was blown off her feet and tumbled backward onto her shoulders in a Matchbook that didn't have a chance to unfold before Elise hurried over and planted her hands on Mabel's heels for a count of...
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOO!!!
Mabel's resilience shone through as she managed to break out of the near fall, flopping onto the canvas to prevent a second cover. Elise slapped the mat in frustration before taking a few deep breaths to regain her composure. The Icy Manipulator collected herself, raking her sweat-matted hair as she rose to her feet.
With a calculating demeanor, Elise seized Mabel's brunette locks and pulled her back up to her feet. Demonstrating her strength and skill, Miss Murder quickly lifted Mabel into an upside-down position, setting her up for the Tombstone Piledriver—a devastating maneuver that could spell the end for her opponent.
Sensing danger, Mabel struggled and destabilized Elise's balance and caused her to lose control. Elise fell back and Mabel hugged her tight, turning the tables on her opponent. With Elise in her prior predicament, Mabel delivers a Tombstone Piledriver of her own, driving Elise's head into the canvas with tremendous impact!
TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER REVERSAL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zIB4pS4-gfI
Elise lay flattened on the canvas after the devastating head-drop, but Mabel showed no interest in a quick cover. Instead, The Fitness Fanatic seized the opportunity to further punish her opponent. Mabel picked Elise back up, refusing to let her catch a break and sent Winterrest flying over the top rope!. Elise was left disoriented and struggling to recover from the powerful maneuver she endured. However, Mabel showed no mercy, as she swiftly joined her opponent at ringside.
As Mabel stood tall, looking down at the disoriented Elise, she might say with a mix of determination and taunt in her voice, "You're tough, I'll give you that, but you can't keep up with the power of The Gym General! I'm not done with you yet. Get ready for a real workout!"
As Mabel's dominance over Elise continued, she trapped her opponent in a powerful Bear Hug, squeezing her tight against her formidable frame. But Mabel had other plans in mind. Instead of going for a submission, she surprised everyone by driving Elise back-first into the unforgiving apron, using it as a makeshift training apparatus.
"I WANT THREE MORE REPS!" Mabel roared, urging the crowd to count along with her as she repeated the brutal move times, each successive impact driving Elise's back into the apron with more force.
Elise collapsed to the ground in excruciating pain, clearly overwhelmed by the focused assault from The Gym General. Mabel's relentless spirit drove her on as she rallied the crowd, feeding off their energy as she prepared for one last exercise. Mabel put Elise in a Standing Headscissors, signaling her intentions for a final and decisive move. Elise pleaded, trying to stop Mabel, but the determined Gym General was unyielding. In a display of immense power, she hoisted Elise onto her shoulders, lifting her higher by the tights. The crowd was in awe as they witnessed Mabel's strength on full display.
Without hesitation, Mabel turned toward the Announcer's table, and with a thunderous crash, she Powerbombed Elise through the table, shattering it into pieces! The impact was deafening, and the audience was left stunned by the sheer brutality of the move.
As Elise laid in the wreckage, Mabel put a boot on her chest and posed with a double bicep flex as Merle counted....
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING! "And your winner! Via pinfall! MABEL POWERS!"
The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, elated to see the babyface, The Gym General, emerge victorious over the heel, The Icy Manipulator, in such a deserving and brutal fashion. Mabel received a hero's welcome as she made her triumphant return to the ring, her head held high with pride.
With a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction, Mabel allowed the referee to raise her arm in victory, acknowledging the hard-fought battle she had just endured.
"Ladies and gentlemen, can I get a "Hell yeah" for everyone who loves a good workout! Whoo!
Tonight, I stand before you as The Gym General, but let me tell you, I didn't become the powerhouse you see in that ring overnight. It's taken dedication, sweat, and a whole lot of hard work to get here!
You see, working out isn't just about building muscles or getting fit. It's about pushing yourself beyond your limits, challenging your body, and discovering the true strength that lies within each one of us. It's about that burning desire to be better, stronger, and healthier every single day!
And you know what? That journey isn't always easy. There are days when you feel like giving up, when you think you can't go any farther. But let me tell you this: it's during those tough times like today that you find your true grit!
You've got to dig deep, find that fire inside, and keep going. Trust me, the results are worth it! When you push through the pain, when you conquer those challenges, you become unstoppable, and that's a feeling like no other!
But it's not just about the physical gains; it's about the mental strength too. You become more focused, more determined, and ready to take on the world!
I'm standing here today because of all those hours spent in the gym, all those reps and sets, all those early mornings and late nights. And let me tell you, it's all been worth it!
So, my friends, I challenge each one of you to find that workout routine that makes you come alive. It might be lifting weights, running, yoga, or anything that gets your heart pumping and that adrenaline flowing.
Remember, we're all capable of greatness. It starts with one step, one rep, one stride at a time.
Let's build a community of fitness warriors, supporting and inspiring one another to be the best version of ourselves. Together, we'll break barriers, set new records, and show the world the incredible power of dedication and hard work!'
So let's get out there, my friends! Sweat, smile, and let's rock those workouts like never before! Thank you all for being a part of this incredible journey. Let's make every day a victorious one! Whoo!"