Post by hawkeye on Dec 31, 2023 3:43:21 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Liverpool, England, she stands five feet five inches tall and weighs in at fifty-four and a half kilos, she is the Boarding School Princess, ELIZABETH CROMWELL!”
That name raised a roar so disgusted you’d be forgiven for wondering if the concession stands had run out of the Christmas Carnage frozen margarita. Thankfully this was not the case, though they might’ve been more tolerable than the woman in question, who swished through the curtain accompanied by the pleasantly ominous chords of The Female of the Species.
THE FEMALE OF THE SPECIES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IV122X7ycvQ
ELIZABETH CROMWELL:
Strolling to a half in the center of the spotlight, Elizabeth Cromwell looked out on the festive revelers with the disgust of a woman forced to work the returns desk at Wal-Mart on the twenty-sixth of December. Indeed her disgust was so great that the brunette might’ve been physically ill if not for the medicinal benefits of the stereo middle fingers she raised for the uncultured Floridian flotsam. Finally cracking a smirk when her disdain raised another heartfelt round of ‘CROMWELL SUCKS!’ chants, the Young Lioness stopped poking at the trash and turned her attention to the squared circle and the violence she'd soon unleash therein.
More than eager to return to her place the top of FAWN's Lightweight Division, the Boarding School Princess started down the ramp. For tonight's command performance she wore her standard dark blue, boy-cut spandex briefs that barely reached below the slim curve of her backside. Above was a halter-style bikini top containing a twisting blend of red, white and blue with a black outline of the British flag on her right breast. Black boots and pads finished the attire.
Ignoring the crowd (save to occasionally flip them off or note some poor unfortunate’s dreadful lack of hygiene) Elizabeth made brisk time to the foot of the stairs, which she climbed without hesitation. Claiming the apron like it was hers by birthright, Cromwell wiped the soles of her boots clean, then slipped through the strands and stalked to the ropes facing the hard camera. Mounting the bottom and middle in a single limber movement, Lizzie stretched her arms wide and tipped her head back to bask in the vitriol funnelled her way.
The bile from her Mania defeat at the hands of the Social Media Superstar still lingering, a chance to beat a former Lightweight champion offered the chance to redeem her reputation as one of the most dangerous lightweights in the business.
The appropriately monikered Gorgeous Ginnifer waited behind the curtain with something between a sneer and a smile.
As the excitement at Cromwell’s reappearance on the Pay-Per-View scene faded, as soon would her return to such cards, Chadwick bounced from side to side on the balls of her feet, ready to put the comeback to an end before it starts.
Just then, Charlie XCX’s 'Trophy' blared across the occupants of FAWN’s house of worship, the catchy beat signaling the imminent arrival of G-Honey.
TROPHY:www.youtube.com/watch?v=z6RalzPNNpc
A steely-eyed Gin Blossom didn't keep the jeering masses long as the second-generation superstar pushes through the curtains and moves to center stage, staring coolly at the sellout throng.
’GORGEOUS’ GINNIFER CHADWICK
Pretty Ginny was clad in a white, strapless one piece, the initials 'G' and 'C' emblazoned at the bust, letterman-style, in neon pink script, the uppermost curve of both letters extending just above the cups. Her pads and boots were white as well. The dirty blonde’s gray-green eyes were hidden behind a pair of red Lolita shades.
Chadwick remained aloof, seeming not to notice the crowd. Instead, Ginnifer strode silently and confidently to the squared circle, ready to move on from Zahn and allow the lucky bitch her moment of tawdry Mania glory.
Reaching the battlefield, Ginny ascended the steps, removing and tossing her shades as she did so. The blonde tarried for a moment to cast a churlish sneer across the landscape, then slipped between the ropes and moved to the center where she stared stonily at the disdainful gaze of Lizzie then at the hard cam.
Ginny made a hashtag hand signal then lowered an upturned palm down her immaculate frame, mouthing…GORGEOUS.
An uneasy Announcer, side by side with the flaxen-haired fighter, lifted the microphone.
“And her opponent. From Savannah, Georgia, standing five feet inches tall and weighing in at a completely gorgeous one hundred and nineteen pounds, Ginnifer Chadwick!”
The boos barely reached the ring before G-Honey snatched the stick from the man.
Chadwick shushed the crowd, which didn't go very far in convincing the assembled they should be quiet, but the blonde outlasted the FAWNatics’ ire.
“I don’t know where they dug up this loser. Stonehenge maybe? Doesn’t matter 'cause tonight is about to get gorgeous!”
Chadwick stuffed the microphone into the chest of the Announcer and pushed him to the side. She marched past the man to her corner where Pretty Ginny turned and stretched in anticipation of her upcoming victory.
The FAWNatics tended to be a bit reserved when it was beloved favorites on opposite sides of the ring. Outside the occasional 'SPORTSMANSHIP!' chant, things tended to remain muted until the grapplers in question had tested the waters and set a pace for the battle ahead. But tonight? When it was the Young Lioness in one corner and the Savannah Arm Snatcher in the other? Hesitation and concern did not exist, there was simply a cacophonous wall of sound as those assembled for these Seasons Beatings urged the dueling reprobates to tear one another limb from limb as quickly as possible.
Elizabeth, usually loathe to follow any sort of suggestion from the cretins on the other side of the guardrail, actually nodded agreement as she pushed off the buckle at the sound of the bell, the svelte brunette battler beckoning her blonde opposition to join her with one crooked finger.
Ginnifer Chadwick saw this and scowled, but unlike her opponent she made no effort to leave the buckles. Instead she looked to Merle and snapped, “Did you check her boots? Everyone knows a cheater like Cromwell loves to hide weapons in her boots.”
“He did, and found nothing.” Lizzie chirped before the ref could reply. “Which is understandable, of course. I certainly don't need weapons to deal with a second generation failure such as yourself. Nor do I need a pair of allies to assist me with my goals, though something tells me Claudia and Tiffany would welcome the leadership of an actual winner.”
Mention of her former stablemates got Chadwick's attention in a hurry, the Gorgeous One clearly not thrilled to hear either woman mentioned in her presence. “You losers deserve one another.” she snapped. “At least with three of you everyone would have a shoulder to cry on.”
“And who's shoulder did you cry on after 'Mania?” Cromwell countered. “Your dear mother? No, that can't be right. She'd blocked your number, last I--”
Ginnifer stormed off the buckles, tromped up to Lizzie and chested into her hard enough to rock the Englishwoman back a few steps! Never one to tolerate a bully (she did the bullying, after all.) Elizabeth caught her balance and went nose to nose with the fuming blonde. “How'd you like 'Mania in catering, huh bitch?” Chadwick cooed. “I bet you got first dibs on ALL the best canapes.”
“Oh, the Crab Rangoon was exquisite this year.” Elizabeth answered. “Though I dare say it wasn't nearly so delicious as the moment Rooney and Mayes rolled you by that stretcher. The crying and pleading was so heartfelt, I truly believed you'd never show your face agNGH!”
Pretty Ginny sent the brunette stumbling with a hard shove, but she didn't get time to tack on a rejoinder before Elizabeth regained her bearings and followed up with a malicious pie-face that put the blonde's head on a swivel! Chadwick hissed in fury and promptly scrubbed her attacker's mouth with the heel of one palm! The mutual disrespect was all the spark this powder-keg needed as blonde and brunette exploded into a flurry of furious hand-fighting that swiftly gave way to awkward stamping as two sets of steely fingers found her opponent's hair.
“Ok, ok, enough of that!” Merle shouted over the obvious approval of the crowd. “You're both world class wrestlers so act like it, dammit!” Such admonitions often fell on deaf ears, yet appealing to his charges ego's seemed to do the trick because Lizzie and Ginny actually shifted over to a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up without further prompting! Actually it was more like a Collar Lock-Up because each woman stuck a hand under her rival's chin and puuuuuuuuuuuuuushed her head backward at an awkward angle.
Strain and irritation soon blossomed into disdain as first Elizabeth and then Ginnifer caught her foe's cheeks between thumb and forefinger and mashed them together in a galling fish-face. “Is this... why mummy won't take your calls?” Cromwell growled. “She's ashamed of what you've become?”
“Is this why you can't go back to England?” Chadwick countered. “They're disgusted by EEERRRGGGHHHHHH!”
The former Lightweight Champion hooked that thumb into the corner of Ginny's mouth and pushed like she meant to pop a hole in the Southerner's cheek! Defending against an identical attack by pursing her lips in a prim little smile, Cromwell marched her opponent backward into the nearest set of strands and proceeded to tummy up on her something fierce, the brunette going so far as to climb onto the bottom rope for a little extra leverage while Craig discarded a warning in favor of simply counting, “ONE! TWO! THREE FO--”
“OOOWWW YOU AWFUL SLAG!” Lizzie hopped down from her perch but couldn't go any farther because Ginnifer had seized her by the wrist. Oh, and because she'd escaped the Fishhook by sinking her teeth into the brunette's encroaching thumb!
Glomming onto the Briton's wrist with both hands, Chadwick pushed out of the strands and continued to gnaw while the throng urged her on and the ref tried to make her relent with another count. Ginnifer's snacking went unabated until Long reached 'FOUR!' which is when she switched over to a simple Wristlock and wrenched the brunette's arm through three consecutive rotations, the second generation superstar stamped her feet upon each completion to add even more strain to Cromwell's shoulder. Lizzie was doubled over and almost on one knee by the time she finished, the fuming Brit using her free right hand as a kickstand to keep herself from ceding any more ground. Smiling at the pain she saw on the other wrestler's face, Ginny shifted one hand from Cromwell's wrist to her fingers so she could beeeeeeeeeeeend[/b] them back toward the Lioness' wrist!
“Ask her.” she ordered the official when Elizabeth groaned aloud. “This prissy little tramp can't win a slap-fight against a blonde with half my talent, there's no way she's going to survive long against--”
Cromwell dipped her head and tumbled through a deft little somersault that brought her back to her feet in the blink of an eye! Pretty Ginny still had a firm grip on her wrist, but the stress on her shoulder was no more, which meant the Briton had more than enough mobility to rear back and CRACK her adversary across the mouth with a Bitch Slap that would've earned grudging approval from a certain Beach Blaster. “You'll want to keep that slattern's name out of your mouth, Ginnifer.” Elizabeth warned over the roar of the crowd. “Mere mention of her in my presence would be most injurious to your long-term healTHEERRRGGHH!”
The Gorgeous One didn't much appreciate threats or slaps (unless she was the one dishing them out, of course) so it was no real surprise when she took hold of the brunette's fingers in both hands and pulled them apart in an agonizing 'V'! “What name, honey?” she sneered at the grimacing grappler. “Macy Renquist? Trust me, the beatings she put on you are going to be a DISTANT silver medal by the time I'm finished stretching your bony NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Liverpool's Most Wanted couldn't free her trapped digits, but with Ginnifer's own hands currently occupied she had no problem delivering three uninterrupted Forearm Smashes to Chadwick's chest! The grip on her hand loosened, but rather than try to escape, Cromwell clamped down on the Southerner's wrist and dragged her over to the ropes where she quickly threaded her left foot over the bottom strand. “Break!” she called to Craig. “Make her break the hold, I'm in the ropes!”
“Gutless wimp.” Ginnifer continued to wrench and pull on Lizzie's fingers even as the zebra got between them to enforce the break. “No wonder Renquist slapped the shit out of you so many times, you'd rather whine that wrestAAARRRHHHH!”
Noting Long's attention was elsewhere, Cromwell released her hold on the blonde's wrist, curled that hand into a talon and raaaaaaaaaaaked it across Ginny's eyes! Ginnifer shrieked and released Elizabeth's fingers to deal with her own stinging peepers, alas she hadn't managed any relief when Lizzie swept her into a savage Headlock and pumped a few heavy Broadside Kneelifts into that vulnerable tummy! “So it's a wrestling match you want, dear girl?” Cromwell was all huffy confidence as she marched the gaping blonde over to the ropes and pressed her cheek against the top strand. “I might've given you just that if you'd shown the slightest bit of respect, but since you did not...” Lizzie pushed down with every bit of her hundred and twenty pounds and parade walked her foe along the perimeter, just draaaaaaaaaaaaagging Chadwick's gorgeous features over the rubber-coated steel!
Ginnifer roared for a break of her own and Craig tried to oblige as best he could but Elizabeth's pace was quick enough that she'd reached the corner before he'd counted 'FOUR!' Switching over to a hair-hold when they arrived at the corner, Cromwell went up on tiptoes and BWUUUNGED her opponent's forehead into the top turnbuckle! Ginny collapsed to all fours and the Young Lioness raised both hands high overhead to confirm for Craig that yes she had honored the break, even if it was at her own pace.
Sidling around the penitent blonde so she could hop into a seat on the top turnbuckle, Elizabeth took a moment to work some of the kinks out of her wrenched fingers before she set her forearms on her knees and glared down at the Savannah Arm Snatcher. “Not nearly so mouthy now, are we, dear?”
“Fuhhh... fuck you.” Chadwick grunted without looking up. “Gonna feed you your fingers tonight, princess. That's a promEEERRRGGHHH!”
Elizabeth bent down, grabbed a double handful of hair and dragged the blonde to her feet. From there she slipped her right arm around Ginnifer's throat and gripped her own left bicep for extra leverage. Then she cupped the back of Chadwick's skull in her left hand and pulled back as hard as she could to lift the thrashing battler off her feet with a Sleeper that was as effective as it was illegal!
HANGING SLEEPER @ 3:22
www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0WzuY6mx2I
Ginnifer’s legs flailed wildly in mid-air as her fingers pried fruitlessly at Cromwell’s breathtaking Sleeper.
Again, it’s up to Long to break the nearly constant cheating into brief moments of fair play, but the Scouser continued to choke the life from G-Honey to the count of ‘FOUR’!
With Lizzie releasing her grip, the blonde dropped to her haunches in front of the woman who proclaimed herself the organization’s Best Brit, that title hotly disputed with Sammie Sinclair on the roster. But kicking the arse of the Upstart Supreme was a job for another day.
Elizabeth hopped off her perch, DRIVING her taut backside into Chadwick’s stooped shoulders to send Ginnifer’s forehead PLOWING into the deck. Cromwell reached behind her, grabbed a handful of white spandex and yanked it forward to drive a searing wedge of lycra deep into the blonde’s bum crack!
Pretty Ginny yelped in surprise and alarm, her cheeks rising to relieve the barest hint of burning pressure on her undercarriage.
“STAHHHP!” Ginnifer squealed.
Lizzie gave a brief glance toward a disapproving Long and released her authority, adding a stinging slap to the Georgian’s rump before rising and striding to the middle of the ring, arms raised high and wide in a ‘V’.
Unsure how to deal with cheers mixed in with her standard jeers, Cromwell spun and placed a kneeling Chadwick in the frame of her thumbs and forefingers.
“Pretty as a picture.” the Englishwoman purred before flashing a predatory smile.
She raced toward the Snatcher and delivered a heavy knee between the eyes of the second-generation superstar. The rocked Ginny folded over, hammies atop calves.
Grabbing the top ropes on either side of the corner, Cromwell hopped to the bottom cables and sprang into the air above G-Honey. The brunette turned ninety degrees and CRASHED down across the flaxen-haired fighter’s chest in a ring-rattling Splash!
With Ginnifer’s legs still doubled beneath her, The Gorgeous One’s face etched in pain, Elizabeth remained planted in a Crossbody pin atop her foe, Chadwick weakly squirming beneath the Liverpool native for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Ginnifer’s shoulders remained planted against the canvas for another count, but there’s no ‘THREE’ from Craig.
The brunette looked around in confusion, finally noticing Long’s caught that the Brit’s ankles draped upon the bottom rope, Lizzie using the lowest strand for leverage.
The official waved off the pin, pointing at the offense to make certain everyone knows he’s got the eyes of an eagle. Cromwell pulled her legs off the rubber-coated steel, huffing in frustration. She buried her fingers in Chadwick’s mane to create a couple handfuls of Ginnifer’s golden locks, then lifted her adversary’s head and SLAMMED the back of it into the thinly-sheathed floorboards.
Pretty Ginny cradled her aching noggin with both hands, newly unfolded stems allowing her boot soles to patter against the mat.
“Such a delight for your mouth to be shut,” Cromwell said as she grabbed some more flaxen follicles, then pulled Ginnifer’s body off the canvas by her hair. Chadwick shrieked in pain until she’s sent roughly back to the deck a split-second later with a nasty Hair-pull Mat Slam.
HAIR-PULL MAT SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7NM1qOUILA
Cromwell appeared disgusted as she shook her fingers, getting rid of some remaining strands of Pretty Ginny's hair from her grasp. As the flaxen wisps floated away, Lizzie returned her attention to the faltering G-Honey, stomping a Merseyside mudhole out of the Arm Snatcher. The unforgiving Cromwell walks Ginny dry, pounding away as the blonde turtled as best she could, overrun by the domineering Elizabeth.
With Chadwick curdling into a whimpering pile, the brunette relented long enough to shove Ginnifer to her chest with one last boot to the ribs. The snarling Englishwoman moved to a forward-facing crouching straddle of her foe’s lower spine and snatched the left arm of the Snatcher. Lizzie posted it over her bent knee, then quickly did the same with the right.
With the Gorgeous One trapped, Cromwell reached forward with hands cupped and slipped the laced fingers under Ginnifer’s chin. The Bratty Brit leeeeaned back, pulling Gin Blossom’s backbone into an agonizing arch with her Camel Clutch.
CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9JSYOGRKysA
But Elizabeth wasn't looking for a surrender. Not yet.
She broke her cupped digits and curled fish-hook index fingers into each of G-Honey’s cheeks. Using the cruel curled digits, she hauled back even farther with a mewling Ginny's upper half, Lizzie putting her own torturous Scouser spin on the Clutch, Ginnifer’s face sporting a painful gruesome grin.
“Now!” Cromwell demanded. “Now ask her!”
Long got down on one knee in front of the tormented blonde and gave her a way out.
“NMMMPHHHFCKKKNWUHHH”
Craig correctly interpreted the mostly unintelligible grunt accurately and the suffering proceeded until Lizzie grew bored and removed her hooks to grab Ginnifer around the noggin and SLAM her gorgeous features into the mat, Chadwick’s head bouncing disturbingly off the deck.
Cromwell shifted next to the splayed, face-down G-Honey and rolled the gorgeous dead-weight to her back. Lizzie slid her pale frame atop the starfished Chadwick for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Pretty Ginny threw a shoulder up, drawing a groan from the assembled, the FAWNatics ready to fly the Union Jack, at least for tonight.
Frustrated but focused, Elizabeth sank a set of ruby nails into Ginnifer’s blonde locks and dragged a bedraggled Savannah Arm Snatcher to her feet. Pivoting, the Brit sent Ginni racing across the canvas. The second-gen star rebounded off the far ropes and wobbled toward a charging Cromwell, the brunette dipping a shoulder to run Ginnifer through with a Boarding School Spear.
But G-Honey dug deep, leapfrogging over Lizzie’s tackle. Both women screeched to a halt and spun to face each other and Cromwell’s quicker on the draw, sending a Toe Kick to the taut tummy of G-Honey. But the blonde caught Elizabeth’s boot before it hit home. With her right leg raised high, Lizzie hopped on her left, ‘washing windows’ with her palms, hoping payback wasn't on Chadwick’s mind.
But it’s exactly what the Gorgeous One had on the agenda, painfully ripping the brunette to the mat with a ligament-testing Dragon Screw Job.
DRAGON SCREW JOB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MDYAR11M-Hw
Cromwell twisted on the canvas, clutching her right leg, features distorted in agony.
A smirking Ginnifer grabbed the aching limb at the ankle and stepped around it, folding the stem around her own, then across the knee of the Brit’s opposite leg. With the gams in a familiar four shape, G-Honey dropped to the deck and locked in the infamous Leglock to turn up the volume on Lizzie’s already throbbing limb.
FIGURE-FOUR LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6YCZb39BPjY
Pretty Ginny rose on her palms to increase the pressure, Cromwell howling as it surely felt like her leg might snap under the administration of the submission expert.
Long genuflected next to a grimacing and mewling Elizabeth, asking the Englishwoman if she wanted to surrender. Cromwell didn't respond directly, thrashing for her freedom, trying to work some slack into her predicament without success.
“Give up! Give up or I break it!” the Savannah native shouted, expanding her business of submissions to Lizzie’s lower body.
The Brit Brat shook her head wildly, auburn locks tossed. She scraped at her own scalp to spread the pain. Realizing she might be limping around a hospital tonight if she didn't move fast, Cromwell rocked from side to side. Suddenly, Lizzie threw all her effort to the right and slowly but surely swung both herself and Ginnifer in a half-barrel roll, the women ending on their chests.
With the Figure-Four’s pressure reversed, it’s the Gorgeous One in anguish, shrieking and yanking on her dirty blonde locks.
“Who’s breaking who?!” Elizabeth screamed.
Ginny didn't want to find out, slipping out of her foiled submission and limping away, shaking out her aching leg while making some space from her wounded prey.
In most cases it was the recent escapee of a submission that made her way to the ropes in search of additional reprieve, but tonight it was Chadwick who made her way to the strands to catch her breath. Keeping a wary eye on the obnoxious Briton, the Gorgeous One huffed in disgust when Cromwell hurried to verticality far too quickly for the blonde's liking. Well aware that discretion was the better part of valor, Ginnifer dipped through the ropes to put another obstacle between herself and the Young Lioness.
“Just where do you think you're going?” Elizabeth tittered while Chadwick settled in on the apron. “If you're going to hide out there you might as well continue all the way up the ramp and take the count-out with as much dignity as your peroxide addled brain can must--”
“This is hardly a retreat.” Ginnifer snapped. “I'm simply taking a moment to distance myself from your stench. Have you spoken to a dermatologist recently? I can't believe a healthy human would be capable of producing such a smEERRHHH!”
Elizabeth rushed over, plunged her hands into Chadwick's hair and went about trying to liberate the Southerner's head from her shoulders! Checking the strong inclination to fight catty with catty, Ginnifer cupped her left hand across the nape of Cromwell's neck, all the better to hold her in place while she jabbed the fingertips of her right hand into the brunette's windpipe!Eyes bulging as she made an ugly rasping sound in the back of her throat, Lizzie forgot all about ripping out Chadwick's hair in favor of tending to her own respiration. Ginni made no move to halt the Englishwoman's efforts; if Cromwell's hands were at her neck it meant they weren't able to prevent the blonde from seizing hold of her right knee. Yanking the captured limb off the mat and over the middle rope in a single seemingly effortless movement, Chadwick blew her rasping rival a kiss, then stepped back and dropped to the floor to yank Cromwell's crotch against the second strand with an eye-watering TWAAAANG!
Elizabeth yelped in anguish and sort of crumpled across the rubber-coated steel so it supported her torso while she tried to will some strength back into her trembling legs. She was still fighting the nausea bubbling up from her center when Ginnifer hopped back onto the apron and secured a Front Facelock. The Brit Brat hissed and threw a few woozy punches into Chadwick's flank, but Ginny answered with half a dozen clubbing Forearm Smashes to the small of Cromwell's back, then finished it off with a scintillating half-wedgie that bared the whole of the brunette's left glute to one side of the arena.
“You're going to want to step out onto the apron, gimpy.” the Savannah Arm Snatcher cooed as she used the Facelock and wedgie to guide her adversary out onto the apron. “That's right, there ya go. Now steady your nerves and...” Ginnifer dropped from the apron with the Facelock still intact, all the better to THAWHONK the crown of Lizzie's skull against the unforgiving ledge with a vicious DDT!
APRON DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xi5eLuy4yeI
Cromwell didn't groan so the FAWNatics did it for her, their collective 'Ooooooooooohhhhhhh!' far more sympathetic than one might've expected for such a notorious blaggard. “Not so tuff now, are you?” Chadwick punctuated each word with a quick, taunting slap of her opponent's vulnerable buns, then delivered a sharp pinch just because she could. Lizzie hissed and reached for the Gorgeous One's hair, alas Ginny simply swatted the attempt aside and delivered a few more cudgeling Forearm Smashes.
Once the brunette was suitably pacified, Chadwick muscled her off the apron and snuggled in on her right side, the blonde deftly wedging her head beneath Cromwell's right arm. Strapping her left arm across Elizabeth's lower back, Ginny reached down with her right hand and grabbed hold of her foe's right ankle, which she promptly folded up so the other wrestler's heel was braced against her own backside. From there she muscled Elizabeth up onto her shoulder and rushed forward so fast that neither the crowd or Cromwell had a chance to brace themselves before the second generation superstar SMASHED her opponent's shin into the unyielding steel ring-post!
RING-POST SHINBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CCBZgQrGRWg
Lizzie yowled and dropped to the floor like a sack of mail, the usually icy grappler shuddering with anguish as she massaged her throbbing leg. Above her, Ginnifer flipped hair out of her eyes and murmured, “No, I don't think you're very tuff at all.”
The Liverpudlian couldn't offer a verbal response through clenched teeth so she raised a defiant middle finger in Chadwick's direction instead. This earned a round of cheers from some of the floor seat reprobates, though their support probably wasn't worth the hurt caused when Ginnifer reached down, grabbed the raised finger and bent it back toward the brunette's wrist! “Is that any way to act around your betters?” the Gorgeous One purred as she used the captured digit to force Cromwell to her feet. Of course that aching leg didn't help matters in the slightest so it was no real surprise when Ginny THUMPED a Kneelift into the pit of her opponent's stomach and gave up the finger-clamp so she could catch hold of Elizabeth at trunks and tresses.
A little bit of lift and push got Cromwell back into the squared circle but still close to the ropes, which was exactly where Pretty Ginny wanted her. Sliding in a moment later, the blonde got to her feet, then buried her hands in Lizzie's hair and hauled her to verticality. “Looks like that leg's still hurting pretty bad.” Chadwick noted as she bullied Cromwell into the nearest corner. “You should probably let it rest for a while.”
“Hhhhrrhhhh... I'll rest when I'm sitting on your face, you beastly little NNNGGGHHH!”
Another Kneelift to the tummy stopped that sass quite nicely and ensured Elizabeth was too busy gasping for breath to stop Ginnifer from wrapping her arms around the Briton's right thigh. She set the wounded limb over the middle rope shortly thereafter and while doing so made an excellent target of the brunette's damaged knee, Chadwick instead grabbed Cromwell by the nape of the neck and unleashed a fusillade of Forearm Smashes that PAK-PAK-PAKKED against her rival's forehead. Ginnifer's delivery wasn't the fastest, but it was methodical and heavy (some might even say gorgeous) and more importantly, it showed no signs of slowing down which was why Craig Long eventually strode over and said, “Let's get her out of the corner now, ok Ginny?”
The Savannah Arm Snatcher nodded, then reared back and delivered a final measured blow to the brunette's pate. She stepped away with raised hands when Lizzie crumpled to the side so her torso was braced atop the second strand and her bent leg was set against its counterpart on the other side of the ring-post. The ref cleared off so as not to crowd his charge, but this turned out to be a mistake as Chadwick stormed into the breach and grabbed the top rope in both hands. Setting one foot on the bottom rope, the normally grounded blonde leapt into the air just to STOMP down on the pit of Cromwell's right knee! The force of it tore Lizzie out of the buckles and sent her rolling out toward the center where she came up on all fours, or rather three of four, as the Young Lioness kept her right knee off the canvas as much as humanly possible.
GORGEOUS CORNER WORK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r6sBceLoLEM
Understandably thrilled by her handiwork, a smirking Ginnifer strolled up on Cromwell's six and delivered a nudging kick to the Briton's defenseless bum. “You're not so tuff.” she sneered. “Say it. I want to hear you admit it to all these people.”
“Piss off, slag.” Lizzie hissed as she tried to make it out from under the Southerner's looming shadow. “We'll see how well you hold up when I start ripping and tearing at all your tender parNO! NO, LET ME GO YOU BLOODY HHRRRGGHHH!”
Ginnifer did not let go, in fact she tightened her grasp on Cromwell's right ankle and used it to haul the former Lightweight Champion into an involuntary handstand before dropping to her knees to better THWHUMP the damaged joint into the thinly-sheathed plywood! Lizzie sobbed, rolled over onto her back and drew that leg up tight against her chest, a position she still occupied when Ginnifer crawled into position on her right side and laid claim to that ankle. Stretching Cromwell's leg out full length with a rough yank, Ginnifer lowered her head and draped the damaged limb over her shoulders so the pit of Elizabeth's knee sat against the nape of her neck. In the next instant she slipped one arm around the brunette's ankle and the other around her thigh, all the better to lock her hands and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze as hard as she could, Pretty Ginny drawing instant screams from her prey with a modification on a hold made famous by one of Cromwell's countrywomen.
KNEELING STRETCH MUFFLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_WbGPSb4egU
“What do you say, Elizabeth?” Long asked the wailing battler as she was forced to bridge up on her hands, one foot and the crown of her skull to alleviate even a bit of the strain from the Stretch Muffler. “Need me to call it?”
“NOOOOOOOO!” she bellowed at once. “I'LL NEVER SUBMIT!” she bolstered this claim by balling her right hand into a fist and pounding away at Chadwick's flank and thigh. “HEAR ME, YOU BITCH? I'LL NEVER SUBMIT TO YOOOOO AAAAWWW FAAAAAAAHK! BITING! SHE'S BIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTING!”
Indeed the Gorgeous One had twisted her head so she could press her mouth to the back of Lizzie's thigh and chomp away to her heart's content!
Craig Long had no real love for Elizabeth Cromwell, but he didn't feel right seeing anyone reduced to a chew-toy, so he turned his attention to the blonde and barked, “Knock that off right now, Ginny! This is your only warning!”
Chadwick gave up her meal but kept the remainder of her torturous treachery in place, attempting to force a submission from the svelte Briton. Lizzie tugged at her own locks to unsuccessfully spread the pain, compelled into a bridge by her foe's Muffler.
Finally, Ginnifer reached the limits of her patience, and the Southerner unlocked her excruciating grip to find another road to victory.
Rising and hovering over the mewling Cromwell, the brunette grasping at her throbbing right leg, the Gorgeous One added a series of stomps to the injured knee for good measure, Lizzie shuddering in pain from the continued assault.
“You think you're a lioness?” Chadwick sneered after the last stomp. “You're just a stepping stone, bitch.” She proved it by using Cromwell's spandex-sheathed bosom as just that, the domineering technician walking on the fidgeting carcass of her foe.
Reaching the opposite side, the Savannah Arm Snatcher dipped and wrapped both hands around Elizabeth's noggin, yanking the faltering lovely to her feet. Chadwick went back-to-back with her foe, swinging her arms under and around those of the Boarding School Legend. Flexing her shoulders, the blonde pulled the underhooked Lizzie off the canvas, strapping her foe on like a backpack.
The Georgian stretched the shoulder ligaments and spine of the grimacing Englishwoman, violently shaking her adversary to multiply the pain. Then G-Honey went exponential on her prey, transferring her grip to keep Elizabeth held in place by those dark locks, the white-clad battler dipping into her opponent's preferred techniques to craft a Hair-pull Hangman that had Cromwell howling in pain, screaming for a break.
Long immediately agreed and, after an interminable ‘FOUR’ count for the Liverpudlian, Ginnifer released the hold, allowing Cromwell to slide down her back and puddle on the canvas behind her. Chadwick spread her arms high and wide, enjoying the increasing satisfaction of the cheering FAWNatics.
The second-generation superstar cast a glance behind her and spied a wincing brunette rising, reaching one knee before Ginny ‘helped’ her the rest of the way, tugging Elizabeth's braincase into a Side Headlock, Ginnifer twisted mercilessly.
The Gorgeous One backed her foe into the ropes to get a little bounce out of the rubber-coated steel and heaved the Young Lioness to the far cables. Chadwick took off in a sprint as the Briton returned with plans to Spear the holy hell out of an unsuspecting Cromwell.
Unfortunately for the Snatcher, Elizabeth wasn't so far gone as to misunderstand the approaching threat. Ignoring the throbbing from her starboard-side wheel, she leapfrogged over the dipped head and shoulders of the blonde. As Chadwick spun to reacquire her foe, Cromwell likewise turned but brought more, namely a punishing palm to Ginnifer's cheek courtesy a whip-crack Bitch Slap that spun the startled Southerner in a half circle!
With G-Honey staring at the rafters as she tried to clear her head, Cromwell limped by at limited speed, then hit the strands behind the her foe. Picking up considerable speed on the rebound, Liverpool's Most Wanted dove into a vicious Chopblock to Chadwick's left leg to help her join the ‘pain party’.
Ginnifer sprawled to the deck, yelping in anguish as she clutched at her aching appendage.
On her knees next to Ginny, a flinty-eyed Lizzie, trying her best to ignore her own wounded wheel, SLAPPED Chadwick disdainfully across an ass cheek, blistering the glute with an echoing ‘SMACK’. “Another spirited effort leads to another galling failure.” Elizabeth sniffed as she delivered a rough squeeze to that recently slapped cheek. “Can you rightfully call yourself a second-generation talent if your parents refuse to acknowledge you? Food for thought.”
With Ginnifer on her chest, the brunette set to work, by swinging around into a seat that dropped the full weight of her backside down on Chadwick's left shoulder. Tucking her right leg so Ginni's chin was wedged against her calf, Cromwell snatched the blonde's wrist in both hands and made a point of letting the blonde 'wave' to the fans before she thrust down and leeeeeeeaaaaaned back, the vindictive brunette treating her foe to a bitter taste of her own medicine courtesy of a Back Mounted Armbar!
BACK-MOUNTED ARMBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fTstH5MOKpY
The Gorgeous One howled in agony, her left wing potentially removed at the socket as Elizabeth did her best to force a humiliating submission from the Southerner. Tears pooled in the corners of Ginnifer's green eyes, but no cries of capitulation joined them and after a dozen seconds of her vicious efforts, Cromwell decided she’s ready to move onto the next punishment.
Wrapping her palms around Chadwick's left wrist, she used the handle to haul Ginnifer to her feet. The Englishwoman gave the limb a whipping snap, sending a whole new searing pain flowing through the arm. Sidling behind the grimacing blonde, Cromwell slipped her arms under and around those of her adversary, lacing her fingers behind the neck of the faltering technician.
With a Full Nelson secure, Elizabeth ‘guided’ a mewling Ginnifer to the nearest buckles and proceeded to THUMP the forehead of the Gorgeous One into the thin padding of the top buckle a half dozen times, perhaps deadening the pain but also relieving Chadwick of her vaunted ring awareness.
The brunette halved her grip as she pulled Ginny to the middle, then landed raised knee after knee to her foe’s ribs and midriff, relentlessly. Once she felt her rival was suitably tenderized, Lizzie traded the Half Nelson for a Wristlock on Chadwick's left hand and twisted her arm through a smooth circle that ended with Cromwell snuggled in on her left side. Hooking her right leg over Ginnifer's left even as she slung her arm around the Georgian's shoulders, the Young Lioness secured her prey at wrist and chin, then went up on tiptoe and dropped to her knees to THAWHAM Ginnifer's forehead into the deck with a, dare I say it, gorgeous, Silver Spoon Buster!
SILVER SPOON BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJdFxgHJxRw
Elizabeth sat up and stared impassively into the crowd, absently shaking her head at the notion that someone of Chadwick's caliber could ever stand against her. Just then a most delicious idea crossed her mind and Lizzie raised a thumb to her throat before dragging it across to signal the end of the Savannah Arm Snatcher.
Cromwell rose and compelled Ginnifer to her back with a thrust from her boot to the blonde's throbbing left shoulder. The brunette snatched the limb in folded fashion, ready to finish this match with Ginnifer pleading for mercy from her own Gorgeous Hammerlock
But before the Boarding School Legend could settle into a straddle behind the blonde's shoulder, Ginny ignored the anguish to trip and toss the startled Lizzie, Southerner rolling Scouser into a Small Package!
Cromwell flailed like mad through Long's...
ONE…
TWO…
…before breaking free a few inches from an embarrassing turnabout downfall!
Escape secured, Elizabeth's attention flew to the official and her heart descended from her throat upon seeing only two fingers raised.
She turned to find G-Honey and re-apply the gorgeous hold in full but discovered a retreating Chadwick sliding out under the bottom rope. Ginnifer's boot soles touched arena floor and she stumbled to put more distance between herself and the prowling Lioness, cradling her wounded wing close.
Cromwell trailed after Ginnifer to the outside, the blonde backpedaling as Elizabeth closed the gap, the Southerner cursing at her foe to stay away.
“Oh no, dearest. The time for pleading is long over!” Elizabeth tittered. “You could've taken this L like a good little scratching post and returned to terrorizing curtain-jerking bikini meat in short order, but NO, you had to try and rip my leg off.”
“What can I say?” Ginnifer's concern transformed into a cruel smile as she rounded the corner. “You're just so damned fragile, I couldn't help myself.”
Cromwell stopped in her tracks, the brunette bristling at such arrogance from a brat she'd had wailing to the rafters only moments prior. “We'll see who's fragile once I get a hold of you, little girl.”
Chadwick blew her a kiss and resumed her backpedaling. “You'll have to catch me first, gimpy.” Lizzie was more than happy to accept such a challenge and she darted around the corner with claws already extended toward the blonde's fac—“NNNGGGHHHH!”
Ginny lunged forward and left her feet in a short hop that was still more than enough to THWHUMP a Low Dropkick into the Briton's right thigh! The whole limb swung backward like an out of control pendulum while Lizzie herself tumbled into an awkward somersault that ended with her landing flat on her butt. She'd just started to draw her aching leg up close to her chest (the ache in her tailbone hadn't even registered yet) when the Gorgeous One rushed in and THWHUNKED a short, albeit brutal Running Knee Strike between the brunette's eyes!
BASEMENT RUNNING KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gzE6hNWV7pM
With Lizzie sprawled out flat and glassy-eyed in her wake, the Savannah Arm Snatcher took the opportunity to adjust her distended briefs and smooth down her disheveled hair. Once that was done she turned back to Cromwell and made a point of not just stepping, but standing on the Briton's chest with both feet. Arms spread wide as her unwilling podium squirmed and groaned, Chadwick spread her arms wide and demanded, “Who's the baddest bitch?”
The response was mixed enough to be inconclusive, yet G-Honey treated it like an overwhelming mandate to scrape Cromwell off the floor and sling her under the bottom rope. Ginny rolled in mere heartbeats after Lizzie's return and she proved equally swift in burying her hands in the brunette's hair. Peeling her off the canvas with several vicious yanks, Chadwick tromped Elizabeth over to the corner and with the hair-hold still in place, proceeded to BWUNG the Liverpudlian's forehead against the canvas-covered steel no less than half a dozen times! It might've been a full dozen if not for the approach of Craig Long, which convinced the second-generation superstar to spin her opponent into the buckles back-first. Bracing a forearm against Cromwell's chest, Ginnifer flattened her other hand into a paddle and repeatedly smacked the Englishwoman's face! “Did you really think claws were all it would take to beat me, brat?” she asked. “They're not special. Anyone can grow them. Anyone can use them. See?”
The Gorgeous One didn't wait for a reply, she just curled that hand into a spade and draaaaaaaaaagged it down Cromwell's cheek three times before sliding south to bear down on the brunette's modest bounty. Lizzie hissed and stamped her feet, the Englishwoman struggling to get the arm off her chest while tugging and scraping at Chadwick's clawin' wrist. “Are you trying to impress me with this fumbling?” she sneered. “You may be a passable wrestler, but you're no one's idea of a fighter, Ginnifer ChadwiEEAAAARRRRRRGGGHHH!”
Pretty Ginny wasn't about to take that trash from some mewling strumpet so she abruptly hooked her thumbs into the corners of the brunette's mouth and PUSHED back like she meant to widen her smile to ghastly proportions!
Already close, Craig noted the nastiness at once and barked, “Get off her face, Ginnifer! And get her out of the corner!” Chadwick actually obliged him, though she made sure to compound the brunette's agony by rearing back and CRAAACKING her across the chest with a massive Knife-Edge Chop! Catching hold of Cromwell's wrist when she tried to cover up, the Savannah Arm Snatcher stepped back, dropped a shoulder and slung Elizabeth across the ring with an Irish Whip.
The Young Lioness' progress wasn't as swift as usual thanks in part to that bad leg, unfortunately she was still going pretty damned fast when she swung around and BWUUUNGED into the buckles spine-first. The reverberations were still thrumming through her vertebrae when Ginnifer closed with a crushing Clothesline at the read—NO! Lizzie kicked her left left up meaning to put a boot in Chadwick's smarmy mou—NOT QUITE!
Pretty Ginny snatched hold of the Englishwoman's ankle and slung it to one side so that limb was draped over the second rope. Then she bent down, grabbed hold of Cromwell's right ankle and hoisted that limb into the air. Realizing what Chadwick had planned, Elizabeth shook her head 'no, no, no' but it wasn't nearly enough to prevent the pitiless blonde from twisting under the vulnerable limb and dropping to the canvas, a shift in position that peeled Cromwell out of the corner and damned near tore her knee out of socket!
TURNBUCKLE TRAPPED DRAGON SCREW JOB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hzq9G77J_50
G-Honey couldn't recall ever winning a match with the Dragon Screw Job prior to tonight, but she knew what sort of damage she'd inflicted upon Elizabeth's right knee which was why she didn't hesitate to pounce on the writhing brunette, Ginnifer folding her up in a Back Press that pointed Lizzie's tush to the rafters for a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Cromwell kicked out shy of 'THREE!' to a remarkably loud round of cheers, not because the crowd appreciated her resilience but because they wanted the two hellcats to keep tearing one another apart. Chadwick was more than happy to oblige on that front as she scrambled to boot-leather, grabbed a double handful of Lizzie's dark hair and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors.
“You're fucking done, brat.” Ginny promised her prey as she collected each of Cromwell's wrists and folded them up between her shoulders in identical Hammerlocks. Jostling those grips just because she could, Chadwick hunkered forward and pressed her torso to those trapped arms so she could wrap her arms around Elizabeth's midsection. Hands locked, the blonde dipped her knees and muscled the Young Lioness upsid—“OOOOOWWWWW BITCH!” Lizzie repaid an old receipt by twisting her head to one side so she could sink her teeth into the Southerner's inner thigh! Caught completely off guard by the vile gnawing, Ginnifer abandoned the Piledriver effort so she could pound heavy Overhand Forearm Smashes into the brunette's lower back. “Filthy tramp!” she hissed. “You'll scream for thaHHHRRGGNNNGGGHH!”
Elizabeth didn't trust her right knee to withstand a Back Body Drop so she wrapped her arms around the Georgian's upper thighs and swept her to the deck with a Double Leg Takedown! Shifting her grips to Chadwick's ankles, Cromwell wrenched the blonde's legs apart in a wide 'V' and went down on one knee to DRIVE that bony joint into G-Honey's crotch!
Ginnifer shuddered from head to toe but didn't escape the Briton's clutches until Elizabeth returned to her feet and tossed the blonde's legs back over her head! Groaning Ginny flopped over to land on all fours, a position she still occupied when Lizzie lurched up and grabbed a handful of hair. Reeling the knock-kneed blonde into a Front Facelock, Cromwell slung Chadwick's near arm across her shoulders, then reached across the Gorgeous One's torso with her right arm to cup Ginnifer's right hip. Teeth gnashing as she prepared for what came next, Elizabeth gathered her reserves and hoisted Chadwick up into a gut-first position across her right shoulder. Just like that she kicked both legs forward and dropped to a seat to THAWHUNK the crown of her foe's skull into the canvas with a cringe-inducing Prep School Expulsion!
PREP SCHOOL EXPULSION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_iI6MuTBkg
Ginnifer flopped over onto her back in a stupor that would've been perfect for pinning, so the FAWNatics were quite surprised when Cromwell grabbed the blonde's hair and dragged her to a seat. Stalking into place behind the seated submission specialist, Lizzie stepped over Ginny's shoulders one after the other, the Young Lioness careful to set her heels against the blonde's inner thighs. From there she leaned down, grabbed hold of Chadwick's wrists and pulled her arms up so she could drape them over her own thighs. Some vestige of fightin' spirit in Chadwick's brain caused her to dig into the brunette's gams, but Elizabeth didn't mind. In fact that was exactly what she'd wanted. Taking a moment to muss the blonde's damp hair, she leaned down one more time and seized Ginnifer's ankles.
“Zahn set a high bar for humiliating you.” Lizzie huffed as she waggled her tush to tease the crowd. “Of course I am more than up to the challenge.”
On that note she yanked up on Ginny's legs while simultaneously falling backward, the former Lightweight Champion landing on her back while Chadwick was pulled backward and folded into a diaphragm-crushing Matchbook that left her biceps and calves pinned beneath Elizabeth's legs and the base of her skull snugged against the fork of the Briton's crotch! The hold Lizzie would come to call The Merseyside Stretch was an agonizing combination of Matchbook and Wishbone that put awful pressure on Chadwick's abdomen, quads, and hamstrings, as evidenced by the blonde's keening wail. Of course simple pain wasn't enough for the Young Lioness which was why the maneuver also left Ginnifer folded into a ignominious 'V', her legs spread wide enough to show off her backside and undercarriage to one side of the arena and the worldwide viewing audience.
MERSEYSIDE STRETCH:
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Beaming with malicious delight as she adjusted her hand-grips so she could push down even harder on the blonde's calves, Elizabeth sat up and smiled down into her foe's upturned features. “Enjoying the view, Pretty Ginny?” she teased. “The reprobates on the other side of the guardrail certainly seem to love it!”
“Yuuuhhhh.... you nasty bitch!” Chadwick swatted and clawed at Cromwell's thighs, but she'd only inflicted minor damage when the brunette grabbed hold of her fingers and gave them a sharp twist. “Oooohhhhh, you're gonna fucking pay for this.” the Gorgeous One hissed. “No one shows me off like this and RRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH STAAAAAAHP!”
Abandoning the blonde's wrists for a different torture, Elizabeth leaned forward and SLAPPED her hands down on Chadwick's buns only to draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag them all the way up the back of Ginnifer's thighs to the pits of her knees. “Scuuuu.... scratch me all you want!” Chadwick whimpered after Cromwell had scored the backs of her legs almost a dozen times. “I'll never submit to youNGH! NGH! NGH! NGH! Gaaaaaaaaawwwwwww staaaaaaaaaaaahhhp!”
Elizabeth, who'd flattened her left hand into a paddle and began to deliver a flurry of light, quick slaps to the blonde's lycra-sheathed center, did not stop. Indeed she shifted from slaps to light raking that made Ginnifer groan all the louder. “Stop?” Lizzie teased. “Why should I stop? I'm[/i] enjoying myself and it sounds like you are too!”
“Guuuuhhhh... get your nasty-ass hand away from my trunksssoooooohhhhhh noooooooooooo!”
Shifting her right hand so it was braced against the back of that poor, scraped thigh, Elizabeth curled her left hand into a three-fingered prong and vigorously rubbed the clearly-outlined contours of her foe's womanhood! “Are you finished?” Lizzie giggled over the raucous roars of the crowd. “Or shall I do it for you?”
“Nuuuuuhhhhh....NOOOOOO!” Ginnifer sobbed as she used every bit of her remaining strength to prevent her hips from responding to the ruthless rubdown. “NO! NOT LIKE THISSSSOOOOOOOHHHHHH I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE!”
Cromwell kept at it but Craig noted the submission at once, the ref spinning away to throw a signal to the Timekeeper. The bell CLANGED immediately thereafter, but Elizabeth didn't release her hold. Instead she relinquished the claw and pressed those fingers down across Chadwick's mouth and nose while the Announcer proclaimed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission... ELIZABETH CROMWELL!”
Legs spread in a wide ‘V’, her crotch displayed to humiliating effect, Ginnifer’s lids fluttered shut as the cruel Cromwell cut off her foe’s air supply. The tension and pain in Chadwick’s features released as Pretty Ginny floats to unconsciousness, the blonde’s body going slack under Lizzie’s fervent control.
“Consider that mercy,” Elizabeth declared to the napping blonde.
The Englishwoman unhinged her stems from over G-Honey’s, then freed the comatose Ginnifer’s legs from the grips on her ankles. The vanquished matchbook of a loser unfolded, the lifeless Ginny flopping into a spreadeagle as Elizabeth back-somersaults to her haunches.
The Brit offered her left wrist to Castle. He raised it high, then used it to lift Cromwell off her knees. Lizzie planted a boot on the left temple of the slumbering Ginnifer, pumping a fist at the odd sounds of cheering.
The crowd loved what she’d done to Ginny. Not just beat the Savannah Arm Stretcher but demean her, leave her leaking.
For a moment Cromwell savored the support but quickly realized she’ll be on the other side of the fan’s coin if she gets her wish and was granted an opportunity for the Lightweight title.
With that realization, she lifted double-barreled middle fingers to the FAWNatics, turning their ovation to loathing.
They jeered Cromwell as she disdainfully shoved the hot mess she’s made of the Gorgeous One out of her way and departs with the victory. No more than what she deserved.
Just like it would be with the sub-125 belt with which she’d leave Thrills, Chills and Spills.
That name raised a roar so disgusted you’d be forgiven for wondering if the concession stands had run out of the Christmas Carnage frozen margarita. Thankfully this was not the case, though they might’ve been more tolerable than the woman in question, who swished through the curtain accompanied by the pleasantly ominous chords of The Female of the Species.
THE FEMALE OF THE SPECIES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IV122X7ycvQ
ELIZABETH CROMWELL:
Strolling to a half in the center of the spotlight, Elizabeth Cromwell looked out on the festive revelers with the disgust of a woman forced to work the returns desk at Wal-Mart on the twenty-sixth of December. Indeed her disgust was so great that the brunette might’ve been physically ill if not for the medicinal benefits of the stereo middle fingers she raised for the uncultured Floridian flotsam. Finally cracking a smirk when her disdain raised another heartfelt round of ‘CROMWELL SUCKS!’ chants, the Young Lioness stopped poking at the trash and turned her attention to the squared circle and the violence she'd soon unleash therein.
More than eager to return to her place the top of FAWN's Lightweight Division, the Boarding School Princess started down the ramp. For tonight's command performance she wore her standard dark blue, boy-cut spandex briefs that barely reached below the slim curve of her backside. Above was a halter-style bikini top containing a twisting blend of red, white and blue with a black outline of the British flag on her right breast. Black boots and pads finished the attire.
Ignoring the crowd (save to occasionally flip them off or note some poor unfortunate’s dreadful lack of hygiene) Elizabeth made brisk time to the foot of the stairs, which she climbed without hesitation. Claiming the apron like it was hers by birthright, Cromwell wiped the soles of her boots clean, then slipped through the strands and stalked to the ropes facing the hard camera. Mounting the bottom and middle in a single limber movement, Lizzie stretched her arms wide and tipped her head back to bask in the vitriol funnelled her way.
The bile from her Mania defeat at the hands of the Social Media Superstar still lingering, a chance to beat a former Lightweight champion offered the chance to redeem her reputation as one of the most dangerous lightweights in the business.
The appropriately monikered Gorgeous Ginnifer waited behind the curtain with something between a sneer and a smile.
As the excitement at Cromwell’s reappearance on the Pay-Per-View scene faded, as soon would her return to such cards, Chadwick bounced from side to side on the balls of her feet, ready to put the comeback to an end before it starts.
Just then, Charlie XCX’s 'Trophy' blared across the occupants of FAWN’s house of worship, the catchy beat signaling the imminent arrival of G-Honey.
TROPHY:www.youtube.com/watch?v=z6RalzPNNpc
A steely-eyed Gin Blossom didn't keep the jeering masses long as the second-generation superstar pushes through the curtains and moves to center stage, staring coolly at the sellout throng.
’GORGEOUS’ GINNIFER CHADWICK
Pretty Ginny was clad in a white, strapless one piece, the initials 'G' and 'C' emblazoned at the bust, letterman-style, in neon pink script, the uppermost curve of both letters extending just above the cups. Her pads and boots were white as well. The dirty blonde’s gray-green eyes were hidden behind a pair of red Lolita shades.
Chadwick remained aloof, seeming not to notice the crowd. Instead, Ginnifer strode silently and confidently to the squared circle, ready to move on from Zahn and allow the lucky bitch her moment of tawdry Mania glory.
Reaching the battlefield, Ginny ascended the steps, removing and tossing her shades as she did so. The blonde tarried for a moment to cast a churlish sneer across the landscape, then slipped between the ropes and moved to the center where she stared stonily at the disdainful gaze of Lizzie then at the hard cam.
Ginny made a hashtag hand signal then lowered an upturned palm down her immaculate frame, mouthing…GORGEOUS.
An uneasy Announcer, side by side with the flaxen-haired fighter, lifted the microphone.
“And her opponent. From Savannah, Georgia, standing five feet inches tall and weighing in at a completely gorgeous one hundred and nineteen pounds, Ginnifer Chadwick!”
The boos barely reached the ring before G-Honey snatched the stick from the man.
Chadwick shushed the crowd, which didn't go very far in convincing the assembled they should be quiet, but the blonde outlasted the FAWNatics’ ire.
“I don’t know where they dug up this loser. Stonehenge maybe? Doesn’t matter 'cause tonight is about to get gorgeous!”
Chadwick stuffed the microphone into the chest of the Announcer and pushed him to the side. She marched past the man to her corner where Pretty Ginny turned and stretched in anticipation of her upcoming victory.
The FAWNatics tended to be a bit reserved when it was beloved favorites on opposite sides of the ring. Outside the occasional 'SPORTSMANSHIP!' chant, things tended to remain muted until the grapplers in question had tested the waters and set a pace for the battle ahead. But tonight? When it was the Young Lioness in one corner and the Savannah Arm Snatcher in the other? Hesitation and concern did not exist, there was simply a cacophonous wall of sound as those assembled for these Seasons Beatings urged the dueling reprobates to tear one another limb from limb as quickly as possible.
Elizabeth, usually loathe to follow any sort of suggestion from the cretins on the other side of the guardrail, actually nodded agreement as she pushed off the buckle at the sound of the bell, the svelte brunette battler beckoning her blonde opposition to join her with one crooked finger.
Ginnifer Chadwick saw this and scowled, but unlike her opponent she made no effort to leave the buckles. Instead she looked to Merle and snapped, “Did you check her boots? Everyone knows a cheater like Cromwell loves to hide weapons in her boots.”
“He did, and found nothing.” Lizzie chirped before the ref could reply. “Which is understandable, of course. I certainly don't need weapons to deal with a second generation failure such as yourself. Nor do I need a pair of allies to assist me with my goals, though something tells me Claudia and Tiffany would welcome the leadership of an actual winner.”
Mention of her former stablemates got Chadwick's attention in a hurry, the Gorgeous One clearly not thrilled to hear either woman mentioned in her presence. “You losers deserve one another.” she snapped. “At least with three of you everyone would have a shoulder to cry on.”
“And who's shoulder did you cry on after 'Mania?” Cromwell countered. “Your dear mother? No, that can't be right. She'd blocked your number, last I--”
Ginnifer stormed off the buckles, tromped up to Lizzie and chested into her hard enough to rock the Englishwoman back a few steps! Never one to tolerate a bully (she did the bullying, after all.) Elizabeth caught her balance and went nose to nose with the fuming blonde. “How'd you like 'Mania in catering, huh bitch?” Chadwick cooed. “I bet you got first dibs on ALL the best canapes.”
“Oh, the Crab Rangoon was exquisite this year.” Elizabeth answered. “Though I dare say it wasn't nearly so delicious as the moment Rooney and Mayes rolled you by that stretcher. The crying and pleading was so heartfelt, I truly believed you'd never show your face agNGH!”
Pretty Ginny sent the brunette stumbling with a hard shove, but she didn't get time to tack on a rejoinder before Elizabeth regained her bearings and followed up with a malicious pie-face that put the blonde's head on a swivel! Chadwick hissed in fury and promptly scrubbed her attacker's mouth with the heel of one palm! The mutual disrespect was all the spark this powder-keg needed as blonde and brunette exploded into a flurry of furious hand-fighting that swiftly gave way to awkward stamping as two sets of steely fingers found her opponent's hair.
“Ok, ok, enough of that!” Merle shouted over the obvious approval of the crowd. “You're both world class wrestlers so act like it, dammit!” Such admonitions often fell on deaf ears, yet appealing to his charges ego's seemed to do the trick because Lizzie and Ginny actually shifted over to a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up without further prompting! Actually it was more like a Collar Lock-Up because each woman stuck a hand under her rival's chin and puuuuuuuuuuuuuushed her head backward at an awkward angle.
Strain and irritation soon blossomed into disdain as first Elizabeth and then Ginnifer caught her foe's cheeks between thumb and forefinger and mashed them together in a galling fish-face. “Is this... why mummy won't take your calls?” Cromwell growled. “She's ashamed of what you've become?”
“Is this why you can't go back to England?” Chadwick countered. “They're disgusted by EEERRRGGGHHHHHH!”
The former Lightweight Champion hooked that thumb into the corner of Ginny's mouth and pushed like she meant to pop a hole in the Southerner's cheek! Defending against an identical attack by pursing her lips in a prim little smile, Cromwell marched her opponent backward into the nearest set of strands and proceeded to tummy up on her something fierce, the brunette going so far as to climb onto the bottom rope for a little extra leverage while Craig discarded a warning in favor of simply counting, “ONE! TWO! THREE FO--”
“OOOWWW YOU AWFUL SLAG!” Lizzie hopped down from her perch but couldn't go any farther because Ginnifer had seized her by the wrist. Oh, and because she'd escaped the Fishhook by sinking her teeth into the brunette's encroaching thumb!
Glomming onto the Briton's wrist with both hands, Chadwick pushed out of the strands and continued to gnaw while the throng urged her on and the ref tried to make her relent with another count. Ginnifer's snacking went unabated until Long reached 'FOUR!' which is when she switched over to a simple Wristlock and wrenched the brunette's arm through three consecutive rotations, the second generation superstar stamped her feet upon each completion to add even more strain to Cromwell's shoulder. Lizzie was doubled over and almost on one knee by the time she finished, the fuming Brit using her free right hand as a kickstand to keep herself from ceding any more ground. Smiling at the pain she saw on the other wrestler's face, Ginny shifted one hand from Cromwell's wrist to her fingers so she could beeeeeeeeeeeend[/b] them back toward the Lioness' wrist!
“Ask her.” she ordered the official when Elizabeth groaned aloud. “This prissy little tramp can't win a slap-fight against a blonde with half my talent, there's no way she's going to survive long against--”
Cromwell dipped her head and tumbled through a deft little somersault that brought her back to her feet in the blink of an eye! Pretty Ginny still had a firm grip on her wrist, but the stress on her shoulder was no more, which meant the Briton had more than enough mobility to rear back and CRACK her adversary across the mouth with a Bitch Slap that would've earned grudging approval from a certain Beach Blaster. “You'll want to keep that slattern's name out of your mouth, Ginnifer.” Elizabeth warned over the roar of the crowd. “Mere mention of her in my presence would be most injurious to your long-term healTHEERRRGGHH!”
The Gorgeous One didn't much appreciate threats or slaps (unless she was the one dishing them out, of course) so it was no real surprise when she took hold of the brunette's fingers in both hands and pulled them apart in an agonizing 'V'! “What name, honey?” she sneered at the grimacing grappler. “Macy Renquist? Trust me, the beatings she put on you are going to be a DISTANT silver medal by the time I'm finished stretching your bony NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Liverpool's Most Wanted couldn't free her trapped digits, but with Ginnifer's own hands currently occupied she had no problem delivering three uninterrupted Forearm Smashes to Chadwick's chest! The grip on her hand loosened, but rather than try to escape, Cromwell clamped down on the Southerner's wrist and dragged her over to the ropes where she quickly threaded her left foot over the bottom strand. “Break!” she called to Craig. “Make her break the hold, I'm in the ropes!”
“Gutless wimp.” Ginnifer continued to wrench and pull on Lizzie's fingers even as the zebra got between them to enforce the break. “No wonder Renquist slapped the shit out of you so many times, you'd rather whine that wrestAAARRRHHHH!”
Noting Long's attention was elsewhere, Cromwell released her hold on the blonde's wrist, curled that hand into a talon and raaaaaaaaaaaked it across Ginny's eyes! Ginnifer shrieked and released Elizabeth's fingers to deal with her own stinging peepers, alas she hadn't managed any relief when Lizzie swept her into a savage Headlock and pumped a few heavy Broadside Kneelifts into that vulnerable tummy! “So it's a wrestling match you want, dear girl?” Cromwell was all huffy confidence as she marched the gaping blonde over to the ropes and pressed her cheek against the top strand. “I might've given you just that if you'd shown the slightest bit of respect, but since you did not...” Lizzie pushed down with every bit of her hundred and twenty pounds and parade walked her foe along the perimeter, just draaaaaaaaaaaaagging Chadwick's gorgeous features over the rubber-coated steel!
Ginnifer roared for a break of her own and Craig tried to oblige as best he could but Elizabeth's pace was quick enough that she'd reached the corner before he'd counted 'FOUR!' Switching over to a hair-hold when they arrived at the corner, Cromwell went up on tiptoes and BWUUUNGED her opponent's forehead into the top turnbuckle! Ginny collapsed to all fours and the Young Lioness raised both hands high overhead to confirm for Craig that yes she had honored the break, even if it was at her own pace.
Sidling around the penitent blonde so she could hop into a seat on the top turnbuckle, Elizabeth took a moment to work some of the kinks out of her wrenched fingers before she set her forearms on her knees and glared down at the Savannah Arm Snatcher. “Not nearly so mouthy now, are we, dear?”
“Fuhhh... fuck you.” Chadwick grunted without looking up. “Gonna feed you your fingers tonight, princess. That's a promEEERRRGGHHH!”
Elizabeth bent down, grabbed a double handful of hair and dragged the blonde to her feet. From there she slipped her right arm around Ginnifer's throat and gripped her own left bicep for extra leverage. Then she cupped the back of Chadwick's skull in her left hand and pulled back as hard as she could to lift the thrashing battler off her feet with a Sleeper that was as effective as it was illegal!
HANGING SLEEPER @ 3:22
www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0WzuY6mx2I
Ginnifer’s legs flailed wildly in mid-air as her fingers pried fruitlessly at Cromwell’s breathtaking Sleeper.
Again, it’s up to Long to break the nearly constant cheating into brief moments of fair play, but the Scouser continued to choke the life from G-Honey to the count of ‘FOUR’!
With Lizzie releasing her grip, the blonde dropped to her haunches in front of the woman who proclaimed herself the organization’s Best Brit, that title hotly disputed with Sammie Sinclair on the roster. But kicking the arse of the Upstart Supreme was a job for another day.
Elizabeth hopped off her perch, DRIVING her taut backside into Chadwick’s stooped shoulders to send Ginnifer’s forehead PLOWING into the deck. Cromwell reached behind her, grabbed a handful of white spandex and yanked it forward to drive a searing wedge of lycra deep into the blonde’s bum crack!
Pretty Ginny yelped in surprise and alarm, her cheeks rising to relieve the barest hint of burning pressure on her undercarriage.
“STAHHHP!” Ginnifer squealed.
Lizzie gave a brief glance toward a disapproving Long and released her authority, adding a stinging slap to the Georgian’s rump before rising and striding to the middle of the ring, arms raised high and wide in a ‘V’.
Unsure how to deal with cheers mixed in with her standard jeers, Cromwell spun and placed a kneeling Chadwick in the frame of her thumbs and forefingers.
“Pretty as a picture.” the Englishwoman purred before flashing a predatory smile.
She raced toward the Snatcher and delivered a heavy knee between the eyes of the second-generation superstar. The rocked Ginny folded over, hammies atop calves.
Grabbing the top ropes on either side of the corner, Cromwell hopped to the bottom cables and sprang into the air above G-Honey. The brunette turned ninety degrees and CRASHED down across the flaxen-haired fighter’s chest in a ring-rattling Splash!
With Ginnifer’s legs still doubled beneath her, The Gorgeous One’s face etched in pain, Elizabeth remained planted in a Crossbody pin atop her foe, Chadwick weakly squirming beneath the Liverpool native for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Ginnifer’s shoulders remained planted against the canvas for another count, but there’s no ‘THREE’ from Craig.
The brunette looked around in confusion, finally noticing Long’s caught that the Brit’s ankles draped upon the bottom rope, Lizzie using the lowest strand for leverage.
The official waved off the pin, pointing at the offense to make certain everyone knows he’s got the eyes of an eagle. Cromwell pulled her legs off the rubber-coated steel, huffing in frustration. She buried her fingers in Chadwick’s mane to create a couple handfuls of Ginnifer’s golden locks, then lifted her adversary’s head and SLAMMED the back of it into the thinly-sheathed floorboards.
Pretty Ginny cradled her aching noggin with both hands, newly unfolded stems allowing her boot soles to patter against the mat.
“Such a delight for your mouth to be shut,” Cromwell said as she grabbed some more flaxen follicles, then pulled Ginnifer’s body off the canvas by her hair. Chadwick shrieked in pain until she’s sent roughly back to the deck a split-second later with a nasty Hair-pull Mat Slam.
HAIR-PULL MAT SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7NM1qOUILA
Cromwell appeared disgusted as she shook her fingers, getting rid of some remaining strands of Pretty Ginny's hair from her grasp. As the flaxen wisps floated away, Lizzie returned her attention to the faltering G-Honey, stomping a Merseyside mudhole out of the Arm Snatcher. The unforgiving Cromwell walks Ginny dry, pounding away as the blonde turtled as best she could, overrun by the domineering Elizabeth.
With Chadwick curdling into a whimpering pile, the brunette relented long enough to shove Ginnifer to her chest with one last boot to the ribs. The snarling Englishwoman moved to a forward-facing crouching straddle of her foe’s lower spine and snatched the left arm of the Snatcher. Lizzie posted it over her bent knee, then quickly did the same with the right.
With the Gorgeous One trapped, Cromwell reached forward with hands cupped and slipped the laced fingers under Ginnifer’s chin. The Bratty Brit leeeeaned back, pulling Gin Blossom’s backbone into an agonizing arch with her Camel Clutch.
CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9JSYOGRKysA
But Elizabeth wasn't looking for a surrender. Not yet.
She broke her cupped digits and curled fish-hook index fingers into each of G-Honey’s cheeks. Using the cruel curled digits, she hauled back even farther with a mewling Ginny's upper half, Lizzie putting her own torturous Scouser spin on the Clutch, Ginnifer’s face sporting a painful gruesome grin.
“Now!” Cromwell demanded. “Now ask her!”
Long got down on one knee in front of the tormented blonde and gave her a way out.
“NMMMPHHHFCKKKNWUHHH”
Craig correctly interpreted the mostly unintelligible grunt accurately and the suffering proceeded until Lizzie grew bored and removed her hooks to grab Ginnifer around the noggin and SLAM her gorgeous features into the mat, Chadwick’s head bouncing disturbingly off the deck.
Cromwell shifted next to the splayed, face-down G-Honey and rolled the gorgeous dead-weight to her back. Lizzie slid her pale frame atop the starfished Chadwick for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Pretty Ginny threw a shoulder up, drawing a groan from the assembled, the FAWNatics ready to fly the Union Jack, at least for tonight.
Frustrated but focused, Elizabeth sank a set of ruby nails into Ginnifer’s blonde locks and dragged a bedraggled Savannah Arm Snatcher to her feet. Pivoting, the Brit sent Ginni racing across the canvas. The second-gen star rebounded off the far ropes and wobbled toward a charging Cromwell, the brunette dipping a shoulder to run Ginnifer through with a Boarding School Spear.
But G-Honey dug deep, leapfrogging over Lizzie’s tackle. Both women screeched to a halt and spun to face each other and Cromwell’s quicker on the draw, sending a Toe Kick to the taut tummy of G-Honey. But the blonde caught Elizabeth’s boot before it hit home. With her right leg raised high, Lizzie hopped on her left, ‘washing windows’ with her palms, hoping payback wasn't on Chadwick’s mind.
But it’s exactly what the Gorgeous One had on the agenda, painfully ripping the brunette to the mat with a ligament-testing Dragon Screw Job.
DRAGON SCREW JOB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MDYAR11M-Hw
Cromwell twisted on the canvas, clutching her right leg, features distorted in agony.
A smirking Ginnifer grabbed the aching limb at the ankle and stepped around it, folding the stem around her own, then across the knee of the Brit’s opposite leg. With the gams in a familiar four shape, G-Honey dropped to the deck and locked in the infamous Leglock to turn up the volume on Lizzie’s already throbbing limb.
FIGURE-FOUR LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6YCZb39BPjY
Pretty Ginny rose on her palms to increase the pressure, Cromwell howling as it surely felt like her leg might snap under the administration of the submission expert.
Long genuflected next to a grimacing and mewling Elizabeth, asking the Englishwoman if she wanted to surrender. Cromwell didn't respond directly, thrashing for her freedom, trying to work some slack into her predicament without success.
“Give up! Give up or I break it!” the Savannah native shouted, expanding her business of submissions to Lizzie’s lower body.
The Brit Brat shook her head wildly, auburn locks tossed. She scraped at her own scalp to spread the pain. Realizing she might be limping around a hospital tonight if she didn't move fast, Cromwell rocked from side to side. Suddenly, Lizzie threw all her effort to the right and slowly but surely swung both herself and Ginnifer in a half-barrel roll, the women ending on their chests.
With the Figure-Four’s pressure reversed, it’s the Gorgeous One in anguish, shrieking and yanking on her dirty blonde locks.
“Who’s breaking who?!” Elizabeth screamed.
Ginny didn't want to find out, slipping out of her foiled submission and limping away, shaking out her aching leg while making some space from her wounded prey.
In most cases it was the recent escapee of a submission that made her way to the ropes in search of additional reprieve, but tonight it was Chadwick who made her way to the strands to catch her breath. Keeping a wary eye on the obnoxious Briton, the Gorgeous One huffed in disgust when Cromwell hurried to verticality far too quickly for the blonde's liking. Well aware that discretion was the better part of valor, Ginnifer dipped through the ropes to put another obstacle between herself and the Young Lioness.
“Just where do you think you're going?” Elizabeth tittered while Chadwick settled in on the apron. “If you're going to hide out there you might as well continue all the way up the ramp and take the count-out with as much dignity as your peroxide addled brain can must--”
“This is hardly a retreat.” Ginnifer snapped. “I'm simply taking a moment to distance myself from your stench. Have you spoken to a dermatologist recently? I can't believe a healthy human would be capable of producing such a smEERRHHH!”
Elizabeth rushed over, plunged her hands into Chadwick's hair and went about trying to liberate the Southerner's head from her shoulders! Checking the strong inclination to fight catty with catty, Ginnifer cupped her left hand across the nape of Cromwell's neck, all the better to hold her in place while she jabbed the fingertips of her right hand into the brunette's windpipe!Eyes bulging as she made an ugly rasping sound in the back of her throat, Lizzie forgot all about ripping out Chadwick's hair in favor of tending to her own respiration. Ginni made no move to halt the Englishwoman's efforts; if Cromwell's hands were at her neck it meant they weren't able to prevent the blonde from seizing hold of her right knee. Yanking the captured limb off the mat and over the middle rope in a single seemingly effortless movement, Chadwick blew her rasping rival a kiss, then stepped back and dropped to the floor to yank Cromwell's crotch against the second strand with an eye-watering TWAAAANG!
Elizabeth yelped in anguish and sort of crumpled across the rubber-coated steel so it supported her torso while she tried to will some strength back into her trembling legs. She was still fighting the nausea bubbling up from her center when Ginnifer hopped back onto the apron and secured a Front Facelock. The Brit Brat hissed and threw a few woozy punches into Chadwick's flank, but Ginny answered with half a dozen clubbing Forearm Smashes to the small of Cromwell's back, then finished it off with a scintillating half-wedgie that bared the whole of the brunette's left glute to one side of the arena.
“You're going to want to step out onto the apron, gimpy.” the Savannah Arm Snatcher cooed as she used the Facelock and wedgie to guide her adversary out onto the apron. “That's right, there ya go. Now steady your nerves and...” Ginnifer dropped from the apron with the Facelock still intact, all the better to THAWHONK the crown of Lizzie's skull against the unforgiving ledge with a vicious DDT!
APRON DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xi5eLuy4yeI
Cromwell didn't groan so the FAWNatics did it for her, their collective 'Ooooooooooohhhhhhh!' far more sympathetic than one might've expected for such a notorious blaggard. “Not so tuff now, are you?” Chadwick punctuated each word with a quick, taunting slap of her opponent's vulnerable buns, then delivered a sharp pinch just because she could. Lizzie hissed and reached for the Gorgeous One's hair, alas Ginny simply swatted the attempt aside and delivered a few more cudgeling Forearm Smashes.
Once the brunette was suitably pacified, Chadwick muscled her off the apron and snuggled in on her right side, the blonde deftly wedging her head beneath Cromwell's right arm. Strapping her left arm across Elizabeth's lower back, Ginny reached down with her right hand and grabbed hold of her foe's right ankle, which she promptly folded up so the other wrestler's heel was braced against her own backside. From there she muscled Elizabeth up onto her shoulder and rushed forward so fast that neither the crowd or Cromwell had a chance to brace themselves before the second generation superstar SMASHED her opponent's shin into the unyielding steel ring-post!
RING-POST SHINBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CCBZgQrGRWg
Lizzie yowled and dropped to the floor like a sack of mail, the usually icy grappler shuddering with anguish as she massaged her throbbing leg. Above her, Ginnifer flipped hair out of her eyes and murmured, “No, I don't think you're very tuff at all.”
The Liverpudlian couldn't offer a verbal response through clenched teeth so she raised a defiant middle finger in Chadwick's direction instead. This earned a round of cheers from some of the floor seat reprobates, though their support probably wasn't worth the hurt caused when Ginnifer reached down, grabbed the raised finger and bent it back toward the brunette's wrist! “Is that any way to act around your betters?” the Gorgeous One purred as she used the captured digit to force Cromwell to her feet. Of course that aching leg didn't help matters in the slightest so it was no real surprise when Ginny THUMPED a Kneelift into the pit of her opponent's stomach and gave up the finger-clamp so she could catch hold of Elizabeth at trunks and tresses.
A little bit of lift and push got Cromwell back into the squared circle but still close to the ropes, which was exactly where Pretty Ginny wanted her. Sliding in a moment later, the blonde got to her feet, then buried her hands in Lizzie's hair and hauled her to verticality. “Looks like that leg's still hurting pretty bad.” Chadwick noted as she bullied Cromwell into the nearest corner. “You should probably let it rest for a while.”
“Hhhhrrhhhh... I'll rest when I'm sitting on your face, you beastly little NNNGGGHHH!”
Another Kneelift to the tummy stopped that sass quite nicely and ensured Elizabeth was too busy gasping for breath to stop Ginnifer from wrapping her arms around the Briton's right thigh. She set the wounded limb over the middle rope shortly thereafter and while doing so made an excellent target of the brunette's damaged knee, Chadwick instead grabbed Cromwell by the nape of the neck and unleashed a fusillade of Forearm Smashes that PAK-PAK-PAKKED against her rival's forehead. Ginnifer's delivery wasn't the fastest, but it was methodical and heavy (some might even say gorgeous) and more importantly, it showed no signs of slowing down which was why Craig Long eventually strode over and said, “Let's get her out of the corner now, ok Ginny?”
The Savannah Arm Snatcher nodded, then reared back and delivered a final measured blow to the brunette's pate. She stepped away with raised hands when Lizzie crumpled to the side so her torso was braced atop the second strand and her bent leg was set against its counterpart on the other side of the ring-post. The ref cleared off so as not to crowd his charge, but this turned out to be a mistake as Chadwick stormed into the breach and grabbed the top rope in both hands. Setting one foot on the bottom rope, the normally grounded blonde leapt into the air just to STOMP down on the pit of Cromwell's right knee! The force of it tore Lizzie out of the buckles and sent her rolling out toward the center where she came up on all fours, or rather three of four, as the Young Lioness kept her right knee off the canvas as much as humanly possible.
GORGEOUS CORNER WORK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r6sBceLoLEM
Understandably thrilled by her handiwork, a smirking Ginnifer strolled up on Cromwell's six and delivered a nudging kick to the Briton's defenseless bum. “You're not so tuff.” she sneered. “Say it. I want to hear you admit it to all these people.”
“Piss off, slag.” Lizzie hissed as she tried to make it out from under the Southerner's looming shadow. “We'll see how well you hold up when I start ripping and tearing at all your tender parNO! NO, LET ME GO YOU BLOODY HHRRRGGHHH!”
Ginnifer did not let go, in fact she tightened her grasp on Cromwell's right ankle and used it to haul the former Lightweight Champion into an involuntary handstand before dropping to her knees to better THWHUMP the damaged joint into the thinly-sheathed plywood! Lizzie sobbed, rolled over onto her back and drew that leg up tight against her chest, a position she still occupied when Ginnifer crawled into position on her right side and laid claim to that ankle. Stretching Cromwell's leg out full length with a rough yank, Ginnifer lowered her head and draped the damaged limb over her shoulders so the pit of Elizabeth's knee sat against the nape of her neck. In the next instant she slipped one arm around the brunette's ankle and the other around her thigh, all the better to lock her hands and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze as hard as she could, Pretty Ginny drawing instant screams from her prey with a modification on a hold made famous by one of Cromwell's countrywomen.
KNEELING STRETCH MUFFLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_WbGPSb4egU
“What do you say, Elizabeth?” Long asked the wailing battler as she was forced to bridge up on her hands, one foot and the crown of her skull to alleviate even a bit of the strain from the Stretch Muffler. “Need me to call it?”
“NOOOOOOOO!” she bellowed at once. “I'LL NEVER SUBMIT!” she bolstered this claim by balling her right hand into a fist and pounding away at Chadwick's flank and thigh. “HEAR ME, YOU BITCH? I'LL NEVER SUBMIT TO YOOOOO AAAAWWW FAAAAAAAHK! BITING! SHE'S BIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTING!”
Indeed the Gorgeous One had twisted her head so she could press her mouth to the back of Lizzie's thigh and chomp away to her heart's content!
Craig Long had no real love for Elizabeth Cromwell, but he didn't feel right seeing anyone reduced to a chew-toy, so he turned his attention to the blonde and barked, “Knock that off right now, Ginny! This is your only warning!”
Chadwick gave up her meal but kept the remainder of her torturous treachery in place, attempting to force a submission from the svelte Briton. Lizzie tugged at her own locks to unsuccessfully spread the pain, compelled into a bridge by her foe's Muffler.
Finally, Ginnifer reached the limits of her patience, and the Southerner unlocked her excruciating grip to find another road to victory.
Rising and hovering over the mewling Cromwell, the brunette grasping at her throbbing right leg, the Gorgeous One added a series of stomps to the injured knee for good measure, Lizzie shuddering in pain from the continued assault.
“You think you're a lioness?” Chadwick sneered after the last stomp. “You're just a stepping stone, bitch.” She proved it by using Cromwell's spandex-sheathed bosom as just that, the domineering technician walking on the fidgeting carcass of her foe.
Reaching the opposite side, the Savannah Arm Snatcher dipped and wrapped both hands around Elizabeth's noggin, yanking the faltering lovely to her feet. Chadwick went back-to-back with her foe, swinging her arms under and around those of the Boarding School Legend. Flexing her shoulders, the blonde pulled the underhooked Lizzie off the canvas, strapping her foe on like a backpack.
The Georgian stretched the shoulder ligaments and spine of the grimacing Englishwoman, violently shaking her adversary to multiply the pain. Then G-Honey went exponential on her prey, transferring her grip to keep Elizabeth held in place by those dark locks, the white-clad battler dipping into her opponent's preferred techniques to craft a Hair-pull Hangman that had Cromwell howling in pain, screaming for a break.
Long immediately agreed and, after an interminable ‘FOUR’ count for the Liverpudlian, Ginnifer released the hold, allowing Cromwell to slide down her back and puddle on the canvas behind her. Chadwick spread her arms high and wide, enjoying the increasing satisfaction of the cheering FAWNatics.
The second-generation superstar cast a glance behind her and spied a wincing brunette rising, reaching one knee before Ginny ‘helped’ her the rest of the way, tugging Elizabeth's braincase into a Side Headlock, Ginnifer twisted mercilessly.
The Gorgeous One backed her foe into the ropes to get a little bounce out of the rubber-coated steel and heaved the Young Lioness to the far cables. Chadwick took off in a sprint as the Briton returned with plans to Spear the holy hell out of an unsuspecting Cromwell.
Unfortunately for the Snatcher, Elizabeth wasn't so far gone as to misunderstand the approaching threat. Ignoring the throbbing from her starboard-side wheel, she leapfrogged over the dipped head and shoulders of the blonde. As Chadwick spun to reacquire her foe, Cromwell likewise turned but brought more, namely a punishing palm to Ginnifer's cheek courtesy a whip-crack Bitch Slap that spun the startled Southerner in a half circle!
With G-Honey staring at the rafters as she tried to clear her head, Cromwell limped by at limited speed, then hit the strands behind the her foe. Picking up considerable speed on the rebound, Liverpool's Most Wanted dove into a vicious Chopblock to Chadwick's left leg to help her join the ‘pain party’.
Ginnifer sprawled to the deck, yelping in anguish as she clutched at her aching appendage.
On her knees next to Ginny, a flinty-eyed Lizzie, trying her best to ignore her own wounded wheel, SLAPPED Chadwick disdainfully across an ass cheek, blistering the glute with an echoing ‘SMACK’. “Another spirited effort leads to another galling failure.” Elizabeth sniffed as she delivered a rough squeeze to that recently slapped cheek. “Can you rightfully call yourself a second-generation talent if your parents refuse to acknowledge you? Food for thought.”
With Ginnifer on her chest, the brunette set to work, by swinging around into a seat that dropped the full weight of her backside down on Chadwick's left shoulder. Tucking her right leg so Ginni's chin was wedged against her calf, Cromwell snatched the blonde's wrist in both hands and made a point of letting the blonde 'wave' to the fans before she thrust down and leeeeeeeaaaaaned back, the vindictive brunette treating her foe to a bitter taste of her own medicine courtesy of a Back Mounted Armbar!
BACK-MOUNTED ARMBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fTstH5MOKpY
The Gorgeous One howled in agony, her left wing potentially removed at the socket as Elizabeth did her best to force a humiliating submission from the Southerner. Tears pooled in the corners of Ginnifer's green eyes, but no cries of capitulation joined them and after a dozen seconds of her vicious efforts, Cromwell decided she’s ready to move onto the next punishment.
Wrapping her palms around Chadwick's left wrist, she used the handle to haul Ginnifer to her feet. The Englishwoman gave the limb a whipping snap, sending a whole new searing pain flowing through the arm. Sidling behind the grimacing blonde, Cromwell slipped her arms under and around those of her adversary, lacing her fingers behind the neck of the faltering technician.
With a Full Nelson secure, Elizabeth ‘guided’ a mewling Ginnifer to the nearest buckles and proceeded to THUMP the forehead of the Gorgeous One into the thin padding of the top buckle a half dozen times, perhaps deadening the pain but also relieving Chadwick of her vaunted ring awareness.
The brunette halved her grip as she pulled Ginny to the middle, then landed raised knee after knee to her foe’s ribs and midriff, relentlessly. Once she felt her rival was suitably tenderized, Lizzie traded the Half Nelson for a Wristlock on Chadwick's left hand and twisted her arm through a smooth circle that ended with Cromwell snuggled in on her left side. Hooking her right leg over Ginnifer's left even as she slung her arm around the Georgian's shoulders, the Young Lioness secured her prey at wrist and chin, then went up on tiptoe and dropped to her knees to THAWHAM Ginnifer's forehead into the deck with a, dare I say it, gorgeous, Silver Spoon Buster!
SILVER SPOON BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJdFxgHJxRw
Elizabeth sat up and stared impassively into the crowd, absently shaking her head at the notion that someone of Chadwick's caliber could ever stand against her. Just then a most delicious idea crossed her mind and Lizzie raised a thumb to her throat before dragging it across to signal the end of the Savannah Arm Snatcher.
Cromwell rose and compelled Ginnifer to her back with a thrust from her boot to the blonde's throbbing left shoulder. The brunette snatched the limb in folded fashion, ready to finish this match with Ginnifer pleading for mercy from her own Gorgeous Hammerlock
But before the Boarding School Legend could settle into a straddle behind the blonde's shoulder, Ginny ignored the anguish to trip and toss the startled Lizzie, Southerner rolling Scouser into a Small Package!
Cromwell flailed like mad through Long's...
ONE…
TWO…
…before breaking free a few inches from an embarrassing turnabout downfall!
Escape secured, Elizabeth's attention flew to the official and her heart descended from her throat upon seeing only two fingers raised.
She turned to find G-Honey and re-apply the gorgeous hold in full but discovered a retreating Chadwick sliding out under the bottom rope. Ginnifer's boot soles touched arena floor and she stumbled to put more distance between herself and the prowling Lioness, cradling her wounded wing close.
Cromwell trailed after Ginnifer to the outside, the blonde backpedaling as Elizabeth closed the gap, the Southerner cursing at her foe to stay away.
“Oh no, dearest. The time for pleading is long over!” Elizabeth tittered. “You could've taken this L like a good little scratching post and returned to terrorizing curtain-jerking bikini meat in short order, but NO, you had to try and rip my leg off.”
“What can I say?” Ginnifer's concern transformed into a cruel smile as she rounded the corner. “You're just so damned fragile, I couldn't help myself.”
Cromwell stopped in her tracks, the brunette bristling at such arrogance from a brat she'd had wailing to the rafters only moments prior. “We'll see who's fragile once I get a hold of you, little girl.”
Chadwick blew her a kiss and resumed her backpedaling. “You'll have to catch me first, gimpy.” Lizzie was more than happy to accept such a challenge and she darted around the corner with claws already extended toward the blonde's fac—“NNNGGGHHHH!”
Ginny lunged forward and left her feet in a short hop that was still more than enough to THWHUMP a Low Dropkick into the Briton's right thigh! The whole limb swung backward like an out of control pendulum while Lizzie herself tumbled into an awkward somersault that ended with her landing flat on her butt. She'd just started to draw her aching leg up close to her chest (the ache in her tailbone hadn't even registered yet) when the Gorgeous One rushed in and THWHUNKED a short, albeit brutal Running Knee Strike between the brunette's eyes!
BASEMENT RUNNING KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gzE6hNWV7pM
With Lizzie sprawled out flat and glassy-eyed in her wake, the Savannah Arm Snatcher took the opportunity to adjust her distended briefs and smooth down her disheveled hair. Once that was done she turned back to Cromwell and made a point of not just stepping, but standing on the Briton's chest with both feet. Arms spread wide as her unwilling podium squirmed and groaned, Chadwick spread her arms wide and demanded, “Who's the baddest bitch?”
The response was mixed enough to be inconclusive, yet G-Honey treated it like an overwhelming mandate to scrape Cromwell off the floor and sling her under the bottom rope. Ginny rolled in mere heartbeats after Lizzie's return and she proved equally swift in burying her hands in the brunette's hair. Peeling her off the canvas with several vicious yanks, Chadwick tromped Elizabeth over to the corner and with the hair-hold still in place, proceeded to BWUNG the Liverpudlian's forehead against the canvas-covered steel no less than half a dozen times! It might've been a full dozen if not for the approach of Craig Long, which convinced the second-generation superstar to spin her opponent into the buckles back-first. Bracing a forearm against Cromwell's chest, Ginnifer flattened her other hand into a paddle and repeatedly smacked the Englishwoman's face! “Did you really think claws were all it would take to beat me, brat?” she asked. “They're not special. Anyone can grow them. Anyone can use them. See?”
The Gorgeous One didn't wait for a reply, she just curled that hand into a spade and draaaaaaaaaagged it down Cromwell's cheek three times before sliding south to bear down on the brunette's modest bounty. Lizzie hissed and stamped her feet, the Englishwoman struggling to get the arm off her chest while tugging and scraping at Chadwick's clawin' wrist. “Are you trying to impress me with this fumbling?” she sneered. “You may be a passable wrestler, but you're no one's idea of a fighter, Ginnifer ChadwiEEAAAARRRRRRGGGHHH!”
Pretty Ginny wasn't about to take that trash from some mewling strumpet so she abruptly hooked her thumbs into the corners of the brunette's mouth and PUSHED back like she meant to widen her smile to ghastly proportions!
Already close, Craig noted the nastiness at once and barked, “Get off her face, Ginnifer! And get her out of the corner!” Chadwick actually obliged him, though she made sure to compound the brunette's agony by rearing back and CRAAACKING her across the chest with a massive Knife-Edge Chop! Catching hold of Cromwell's wrist when she tried to cover up, the Savannah Arm Snatcher stepped back, dropped a shoulder and slung Elizabeth across the ring with an Irish Whip.
The Young Lioness' progress wasn't as swift as usual thanks in part to that bad leg, unfortunately she was still going pretty damned fast when she swung around and BWUUUNGED into the buckles spine-first. The reverberations were still thrumming through her vertebrae when Ginnifer closed with a crushing Clothesline at the read—NO! Lizzie kicked her left left up meaning to put a boot in Chadwick's smarmy mou—NOT QUITE!
Pretty Ginny snatched hold of the Englishwoman's ankle and slung it to one side so that limb was draped over the second rope. Then she bent down, grabbed hold of Cromwell's right ankle and hoisted that limb into the air. Realizing what Chadwick had planned, Elizabeth shook her head 'no, no, no' but it wasn't nearly enough to prevent the pitiless blonde from twisting under the vulnerable limb and dropping to the canvas, a shift in position that peeled Cromwell out of the corner and damned near tore her knee out of socket!
TURNBUCKLE TRAPPED DRAGON SCREW JOB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hzq9G77J_50
G-Honey couldn't recall ever winning a match with the Dragon Screw Job prior to tonight, but she knew what sort of damage she'd inflicted upon Elizabeth's right knee which was why she didn't hesitate to pounce on the writhing brunette, Ginnifer folding her up in a Back Press that pointed Lizzie's tush to the rafters for a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Cromwell kicked out shy of 'THREE!' to a remarkably loud round of cheers, not because the crowd appreciated her resilience but because they wanted the two hellcats to keep tearing one another apart. Chadwick was more than happy to oblige on that front as she scrambled to boot-leather, grabbed a double handful of Lizzie's dark hair and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors.
“You're fucking done, brat.” Ginny promised her prey as she collected each of Cromwell's wrists and folded them up between her shoulders in identical Hammerlocks. Jostling those grips just because she could, Chadwick hunkered forward and pressed her torso to those trapped arms so she could wrap her arms around Elizabeth's midsection. Hands locked, the blonde dipped her knees and muscled the Young Lioness upsid—“OOOOOWWWWW BITCH!” Lizzie repaid an old receipt by twisting her head to one side so she could sink her teeth into the Southerner's inner thigh! Caught completely off guard by the vile gnawing, Ginnifer abandoned the Piledriver effort so she could pound heavy Overhand Forearm Smashes into the brunette's lower back. “Filthy tramp!” she hissed. “You'll scream for thaHHHRRGGNNNGGGHH!”
Elizabeth didn't trust her right knee to withstand a Back Body Drop so she wrapped her arms around the Georgian's upper thighs and swept her to the deck with a Double Leg Takedown! Shifting her grips to Chadwick's ankles, Cromwell wrenched the blonde's legs apart in a wide 'V' and went down on one knee to DRIVE that bony joint into G-Honey's crotch!
Ginnifer shuddered from head to toe but didn't escape the Briton's clutches until Elizabeth returned to her feet and tossed the blonde's legs back over her head! Groaning Ginny flopped over to land on all fours, a position she still occupied when Lizzie lurched up and grabbed a handful of hair. Reeling the knock-kneed blonde into a Front Facelock, Cromwell slung Chadwick's near arm across her shoulders, then reached across the Gorgeous One's torso with her right arm to cup Ginnifer's right hip. Teeth gnashing as she prepared for what came next, Elizabeth gathered her reserves and hoisted Chadwick up into a gut-first position across her right shoulder. Just like that she kicked both legs forward and dropped to a seat to THAWHUNK the crown of her foe's skull into the canvas with a cringe-inducing Prep School Expulsion!
PREP SCHOOL EXPULSION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_iI6MuTBkg
Ginnifer flopped over onto her back in a stupor that would've been perfect for pinning, so the FAWNatics were quite surprised when Cromwell grabbed the blonde's hair and dragged her to a seat. Stalking into place behind the seated submission specialist, Lizzie stepped over Ginny's shoulders one after the other, the Young Lioness careful to set her heels against the blonde's inner thighs. From there she leaned down, grabbed hold of Chadwick's wrists and pulled her arms up so she could drape them over her own thighs. Some vestige of fightin' spirit in Chadwick's brain caused her to dig into the brunette's gams, but Elizabeth didn't mind. In fact that was exactly what she'd wanted. Taking a moment to muss the blonde's damp hair, she leaned down one more time and seized Ginnifer's ankles.
“Zahn set a high bar for humiliating you.” Lizzie huffed as she waggled her tush to tease the crowd. “Of course I am more than up to the challenge.”
On that note she yanked up on Ginny's legs while simultaneously falling backward, the former Lightweight Champion landing on her back while Chadwick was pulled backward and folded into a diaphragm-crushing Matchbook that left her biceps and calves pinned beneath Elizabeth's legs and the base of her skull snugged against the fork of the Briton's crotch! The hold Lizzie would come to call The Merseyside Stretch was an agonizing combination of Matchbook and Wishbone that put awful pressure on Chadwick's abdomen, quads, and hamstrings, as evidenced by the blonde's keening wail. Of course simple pain wasn't enough for the Young Lioness which was why the maneuver also left Ginnifer folded into a ignominious 'V', her legs spread wide enough to show off her backside and undercarriage to one side of the arena and the worldwide viewing audience.
MERSEYSIDE STRETCH:
Beaming with malicious delight as she adjusted her hand-grips so she could push down even harder on the blonde's calves, Elizabeth sat up and smiled down into her foe's upturned features. “Enjoying the view, Pretty Ginny?” she teased. “The reprobates on the other side of the guardrail certainly seem to love it!”
“Yuuuhhhh.... you nasty bitch!” Chadwick swatted and clawed at Cromwell's thighs, but she'd only inflicted minor damage when the brunette grabbed hold of her fingers and gave them a sharp twist. “Oooohhhhh, you're gonna fucking pay for this.” the Gorgeous One hissed. “No one shows me off like this and RRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH STAAAAAAHP!”
Abandoning the blonde's wrists for a different torture, Elizabeth leaned forward and SLAPPED her hands down on Chadwick's buns only to draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag them all the way up the back of Ginnifer's thighs to the pits of her knees. “Scuuuu.... scratch me all you want!” Chadwick whimpered after Cromwell had scored the backs of her legs almost a dozen times. “I'll never submit to youNGH! NGH! NGH! NGH! Gaaaaaaaaawwwwwww staaaaaaaaaaaahhhp!”
Elizabeth, who'd flattened her left hand into a paddle and began to deliver a flurry of light, quick slaps to the blonde's lycra-sheathed center, did not stop. Indeed she shifted from slaps to light raking that made Ginnifer groan all the louder. “Stop?” Lizzie teased. “Why should I stop? I'm[/i] enjoying myself and it sounds like you are too!”
“Guuuuhhhh... get your nasty-ass hand away from my trunksssoooooohhhhhh noooooooooooo!”
Shifting her right hand so it was braced against the back of that poor, scraped thigh, Elizabeth curled her left hand into a three-fingered prong and vigorously rubbed the clearly-outlined contours of her foe's womanhood! “Are you finished?” Lizzie giggled over the raucous roars of the crowd. “Or shall I do it for you?”
“Nuuuuuhhhhh....NOOOOOO!” Ginnifer sobbed as she used every bit of her remaining strength to prevent her hips from responding to the ruthless rubdown. “NO! NOT LIKE THISSSSOOOOOOOHHHHHH I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE!”
Cromwell kept at it but Craig noted the submission at once, the ref spinning away to throw a signal to the Timekeeper. The bell CLANGED immediately thereafter, but Elizabeth didn't release her hold. Instead she relinquished the claw and pressed those fingers down across Chadwick's mouth and nose while the Announcer proclaimed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission... ELIZABETH CROMWELL!”
Legs spread in a wide ‘V’, her crotch displayed to humiliating effect, Ginnifer’s lids fluttered shut as the cruel Cromwell cut off her foe’s air supply. The tension and pain in Chadwick’s features released as Pretty Ginny floats to unconsciousness, the blonde’s body going slack under Lizzie’s fervent control.
“Consider that mercy,” Elizabeth declared to the napping blonde.
The Englishwoman unhinged her stems from over G-Honey’s, then freed the comatose Ginnifer’s legs from the grips on her ankles. The vanquished matchbook of a loser unfolded, the lifeless Ginny flopping into a spreadeagle as Elizabeth back-somersaults to her haunches.
The Brit offered her left wrist to Castle. He raised it high, then used it to lift Cromwell off her knees. Lizzie planted a boot on the left temple of the slumbering Ginnifer, pumping a fist at the odd sounds of cheering.
The crowd loved what she’d done to Ginny. Not just beat the Savannah Arm Stretcher but demean her, leave her leaking.
For a moment Cromwell savored the support but quickly realized she’ll be on the other side of the fan’s coin if she gets her wish and was granted an opportunity for the Lightweight title.
With that realization, she lifted double-barreled middle fingers to the FAWNatics, turning their ovation to loathing.
They jeered Cromwell as she disdainfully shoved the hot mess she’s made of the Gorgeous One out of her way and departs with the victory. No more than what she deserved.
Just like it would be with the sub-125 belt with which she’d leave Thrills, Chills and Spills.