Post by hawkeye on Mar 6, 2024 1:27:03 GMT
Having left Gorgeous Ginnifer Chadwick little more than a grease spot at Seasons’ Beatings, the self-proclaimed Best Brit Ever finds herself on the fast track to a title opportunity at Chills.
Always a threat but now with a direct opening to Lightweight hardware, the Boarding School Bytch bounces on the balls of her feet just shy of the curtain.
Everyone on the roster knows the business is a crazy one. You can be pushing around rookies in dark matches at a Kissimmee Eagles Club, then one flash in the pan, if it’s bright enough, and there can be gold around your waist and a reborn career.
Such chances don’t come often and Elizabeth isn’t about to waste it.
As ‘God Save The Queen’ begins to reverberate through the arena speakers, it’s clear the idea Cromwell is getting a shot at the sub-125 title isn’t among the FAWNatics’ favorites.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tN9EC3Gy6Nk )
And when the auburn-haired combatant from the northwest of England pushes through and strides to center stage, sneering at the jeering masses, the volume reaches levels surely allowing Bethany Christian to know Cromwell is making her money tonight.
ELIZABETH CROMWELL:
As the chords of the British anthem fade, the Liverpudlian is in turn accompanied by the pleasantly ominous chords of The Female of the Species.
THE FEMALE OF THE SPECIES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IV122X7ycvQ
Cromwell gazes on the fans with disappointment. They supported her in her battle against Pretty Ginni but now, against a fan favorite like Crystal, the boos reemerge. The freckled fighter heads for the ring, ignoring the masses as best she can, until finally cracking a smirk when a heartfelt round of ‘CROMWELL SUCKS!’ chants boom through the confines.
When reaching the ring steps, the Young Lioness leads the mantra as if a conductor on a stage, chuckling at the men and women who despise her. She could still live rent free in their heads, but after becoming a champion, she’d be charging them.
For tonight's title performance, Lizzie wears her standard dark blue, boy-cut spandex briefs that barely reach below the slim curve of her backside. Above is 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.
Treating the apron like the squared circle is hers by birthright, Cromwell wipes the soles of her boots clean, then slips through the strands and stalks the ropes facing the hard camera.
Mounting the bottom and middle in a single limber movement, Lizzie stretches her arms wide and tips her head back to bask in the vitriol directed toward her. Shrugging, she gives the crowd what seems an ironic ovation, though some in the crowd return the gesture, perhaps still appreciating her blasting the greater evil of Gorgeous Ginnifer.
Elizabeth bounds off the cables, backpedaling to the middle where the ring announcer formally reacquaints the Englishwoman to the less than adoring throng.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit and is for the FAWN Lightweight Championship. From Liverpool, England, standing five feet five inches tall and weighing in at 54 and half kilos, she is the Young Lioness, Elizabeth Cromwell.”
Elizabeth snatches the microphone away and lifts it to parted lips.
“So no credit for ridding you of Pretty Ginni,” Lizzie shouts.
Mostly boos persist. Apparently not.
“Then I guess you’re REALLY not going to like what happens tonight. Crystal. You may be good. I’m better. And I’m ready to put the spotlight where it belongs.”
Cromwell hands the stick back to its owner and strides to a far corner. Reaching it, she turns to the upper stage, ready for the division’s current leader to become its former.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qVAZzh8Zih8
All of a sudden, we can see photographers lining up in front of the entrance aisle. The lights begin to flicker and a red carpet is rolled down to the ring. We can see an old-school Hollywood countdown landing on the screen.
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1
It is at that moment that the lights begin to go really crazy and we are able to see a blonde emerging through the curtains to the sound of massive cheers from the audience. She does a twirl and lifts the FAWN Lightweight Championship high into the air before holding it awkwardly behind her head, then starting to march her way to the ring. She adjusts the title and places it on her shoulder as she stops and admires the screaming crowd in front of her.
“Introducing, on her way to the ring from Los Angeles, California by way of Detroit Michigan. She is the Countess of Cosplay, The Hollywood Heroine, and of course the Burning Rose. Standing at 5’5 115 pounds. The Lightweight Champion, Crystal Hilton!!!”
CRYSTAL HILTON:
Crystal smiles as her gathering of paparazzi flood the aisle in front of her. They snap photo after photo of the champion. She just blows kisses to the crowd before she continues walking to the ring. She stretches one leg onto the apron before placing her other one on there and does a complete set of splits before entering the ring. She raises her title high into the air as she walks over to Elizabeth and holds her title in the air in front of her challenger. Lizzie looks at the title before Hilton hands it over to the referee.
“You can be as cocky as you want to be but it’s an honor to be in the ring with you tonight. You have been on my wish list to have a match with for the past four years, and tonight that dream is going to become a reality…”
Crystal smiles as the crowd roars with loud Hilton chants.
“Of course, it’s only going to end with me and my hand raised high into the air. I took out the Cali-Quake and tonight I am going to enjoy taking you down.”
“Not bloody likely,” the Liverpool native responds. “But I guess we’ll see, wont we?”
“You will,” Hilton says, as she backpedals to the corner opposite Cromwell.
The ref calls for the bell and the title tilt is instantly underway, both women circling out of their corner, the orbits closing until Crystal offers a hand. Elizabeth looks it over.
“We can shake after the match. I’ll have one hand free.”
The Hollywood Heroine smirks and throws her body forward, hooking up in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. The women shift for an advantage in leverage, their sizes very similar.
Champ and challenger grunt breathily as their bodies lean into each other. It only takes a moment’s change in balance for Hilton to slide to Lizzie’s flank and pull the Brit into a side headlock.
Crystal grinds Cromwell’s cheek against her ribs, working Elizabeth’s noggin roughly but cleanly. Lizzie moves her palms to Hilton’s hips and tried to shove her off, but Crystal’s grip is a tight one and while the body of the Burning Rose is shifted, it’s not separated from the auburn-haired grappler.
Hilton pivots out of the tie-up, snatching Cromwell’s right wing. The champ sends Lizzie tumbling across the canvas with an arm drag. Elizabeth uses the momentum of her skid across the mat to pop to her feet. Across the deck, Hilton kips to her feet after the toss and the women charge toward each other. Crystal’s quicker, sweeping her right arm wide and levelling Elizabeth with a scythe-like clothesline across the neck of her foe.
The stubborn Englishwoman scrambles to boot leather once more, turns and races toward her waiting adversary, Crystal dropping her a third consecutive time with a drop kick to the chest, the self-proclaimed Best Brit Ever tumbling head over shoulders, ending on her chest, face pinched in pain.
The challenger pushes toward vertical, but a stampeding Hilton meets her halfway up, the champ’s raised knee catching the jaw of the Brit flush, sending the slow-starting Lizzie to a glassy-eyed spreadeagle.
The Countess of Cosplay hovers over the splayed Englishwoman, but only long enough to measure a Fist Drop between the eyes of her foe. Elizabeth’s pale frame spasms from the impact then falls still, allowing Hilton to press tightly in a crossbody pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Englishwoman kicks out, flopping to a shoulder and hip, shaking cobwebs from her attic.
Not wasting a moment, Crystal wraps her palms around the braincase of the beleaguered Brit and hauls a wobbly Cromwell up with her. Hilton NAILS Elizabeth with a sweeping European Uppercut under the Brit’s chin, using one of Lizzie’s favorite weapons against her. A second and a third follow, leaving Cromwell barely able to remain upright. She does only with the help of Hilton and the ropes.
The Hollywood Heroine grabs a wrist and pivots, attempting to sling her challenger across the canvas with an Irish Whip. But Cromwell reverses and sends the MoTown luminary to the far ropes instead. With the titleholder rebounding, the Brit sets center stage for her adversary’s return. She plucks a sprinting Hilton off the deck on her hip with plans of her first successful offense in mind. However, the speed of the high flyer isn’t accurately accounted for and Crystal spins around the shoulders of her foe, moving from one to the other, then laying out and SPIKING Cromwell’s skull into the thinly-sheathed floorboards with a Tilt-A-Whirl DDT.
Tilt-A-Whirl DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQLlC1cpl8E )
The Liverpudlian is laid out from the vicious impact, ending in a twitching starfish, a look of satisfaction breaking across the features of the champ as she sits a few feet away, casting a glance at a woman she likely thought would give her a better fight. Crystal crawls to the sprawled Cromwell and drops across her foe’s chest in a lateral press, hooking the limp far leg of the overmatched Englishwoman for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Perhaps reflexively, Elizabeth jerks a shoulder off the canvas, saving herself again. The Burning Rose pushed to her haunches and nods in appreciation at Lizzie’s fight.
Crystal shoves to her feet and travels to the far buckles, taps the top and turns, charging back toward the flattened frame of the ‘Best Brit’. Tumbling through a gymnastics run that might make Domi Daly proud, Crystal finishes the acrobatics with a Handspring Standing Moonsault, her golden-brown midriff SLAPPING across the flesh of Lizzie’s abdomen, destroying Cromwell taut ivory tummy.
SMELL THE ROSES ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=acEDfZbNBiE )
Elizabeth jackknifes in a ‘V’ shape beneath the crushing force of the rampant champion. Pin pre-made, Hilton hooks both raised stems of the auburn-maned grappler and rotates into a back press pin, Cromwell’s arse pointed to the rafters for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Elizabeth’s freedom is gained a little later and less convincingly than the previous pins, but again, the Hollywood Heroine’s rampage is momentarily thwarted.
The Burning Rose plants her palms on either side of Cromwell’s jaw and yanks the challenger to rubbery legs as she rises. The compelling entertainer, putting on an award-winning performance, tosses Cromwell’s limp left arm across the back of her shoulders, then tugs the lowered head of the Boarding School Princess into a tight front facelock. Grabbing a handful of spandex on Lizzie’s hip, Crystal vaults Elizabeth up and over with a suplex.
But instead of landing across her spine, the veteran adds a little ‘oomph’ to her flip and sticks the landing on her boot soles. Instantly reaching over her right shoulder, not giving Hilton enough time to turn, Cromwell secures a ¾ facelock and drops to her back, BLASTING the champion with a Neckbreaker.
Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=BN0S4I8gQdI ) :08
Spent from the beating she’s taken through most of the match, Lizzie remains splayed after the reversal of fortune, unable to capitalize. Likewise, the THUMP to the back of Crystal’s cranium leaves her seeing stars and the lights of the arena’s ceiling. The ref is forced to begin a dual count when neither competitor shows any motion or notion, the crowd trying to inspire both women with chants of “THIS…IS…AWESOME!”
Whether Cromwell would consider that entirely true considering her lack of offense thus far, Lizzie breaks the official’s count as she stirs first, slowly rising to her feet and making verticality at ‘SIX’ while the Burning Rose remains on all fours.
Sinking her nails into Hilton’s scalp, Elizabeth pulls the lightweight champ to stooped feet, but the Hollywood Heroine doesn’t remain there long, as Cromwell drops to her pert bum, yanking Crystal down with her, DRIVING her foe’s face into the deck with a Sit-out Facebuster.
Sit-out facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=RpnzViYNrtQ&t=5s ) :04
With Crystal left in a face down stupor, Cromwell passes on a pin, instead moving to a forward-facing crouch of Hilton’s spine. Collecting the champ’s arms in succession and posting them over her bent knees, Lizzie crosses her arms across Hilton’s clavicle in a modified Camel Clutch, hoping to draw a surrender from the titleholder.
Modified Camel Clutch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=gIGP4BjrylQ )
The challenger works her agonizing submission for long seconds, Crystal mewling from the pain emanating from her back and neck.
The ref slides down to a knee in front of the Burning Rose.
“Lemme know, Crystal.”
“No-no-no,” Hilton bleats, prompting the Englishwoman to bear down in furtherance of her golden goal.
The Brit continues to yank back on Hilton’s neck as she stretches the movie star’s body even more. The striped clad zebra offers Crystal a chance to scream out her submission, but Hilton doesn’t oblige. Instead with her arms free she does everything in her power to drive them into the side of Cromwell’s leg.
Punch after punch, she keeps applying more to her foe until finally she gets Lizzie to let up and Hilton takes advantage of that opportunity as she uses everything in her body to swing about causing Cromwell to roll off her.
Hilton reaches for her back, but the Brit doesn’t let up as she’s already on the prowl again.
Elizabeth tries to yank the cosplayer up by the hair, but the Hollywood Heroine shows she has a lot of fight in her as she unleashes a punch as hard as she can right to the gut of Cromwell. Crystal delivers another and another, until the Brit doubles over breathlessly from the pain.
Crystal finally rises to a vertical base and grabs hold of her foe’s auburn locks. Hilton places her foe’s noggin underneath an arm.
The champ showboats to the audience, signaling for a DDT, but Elizabeth is able to counter as she sends Hilton up and over her body with a Northern Lights Suplex. The Brit doesn’t bother remaining bridged for a pin attempt. Instead, she quickly breaks and rises to her feet.
Lizzie hovers over Crystal’s upper body. She takes two handfuls of the Latina’s hair as she pulls Hilton to a vertical base before slamming her back down as hard as she can.
Hair-pull Mat Slam (front & reverse)
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7NM1qOUILA )
Crystal crawls on the floor, retreating from her challenger, but Elizabeth isn’t done yet.
The former Lightweight Champion helps Hilton up to her feet once again and quickly whips her adversary into the far corner. The Hollywood hottie’s back collides with the buckles and there she rests as Elizabeth follows up, running towards the slumped Crystal in the corner.
The Detroit native is able to leap up as Lizzie arrives, vaulting her foe in a sunset flip over the challenger, pulls her in and over for a pinfall attempt. Hilton’s locked on tightly, Cromwell’s ass pointed to the rafters, as the referee drops to make a count.
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOOOOO…..
Elizabeth’s able to roll out of the move and Hilton quickly gets back to her feet.
Cromwell is a step behind Hilton and the speedster doesn’t waste any time whipping Lizzie right into the corner. The Brit tries to cover up and that’s when the champion begins to fire away with a martial arts combo.
Hilton nails Lizzie with strike after strike until Lizzie can’t even cover up anymore. Elizabeth breathes heavily as the Countess of Cosplay takes the opportunity to lift the “Best Brit” and seats her at the top of the turnbuckles.
Hilton climbs to the middle ropes. She grabs her challenger’s locks with one hand and uses the other to drive fist after fist against her challenger’s noggin.
The fans chant along with each strike.
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
Cromwell blocks the seventh strike and she follows up by delivering a massive heart punch which causes Hilton to lean in Elizabeth’s direction.
The crowd are on their feet as Cromwell pulls the champion close, tucking her head underneath an arm before she leaps off and forward, delivering a massive avalanche DDT that drives the champion’s skull right into the mat.
Avalanche DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hu1rWbS7dxU )
Hilton’s body slides across the mat before ending in a starfish position.
Elizabeth doesn’t hesitate as she crawls over, drops in a crossbody press, and hooks a leg for the pin fall.
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The silenced crowd roars back to life, realizing the Countess of Cosplay draped an otherwise limp leg over the nearby bottom rope, saving her match life. Lizzie glances at the ref to see why he’s stopped counting. She pushes to all fours next to the surviving titleholder, eyes wide in shock Hilton’s denied her.
Showing the fatigue of battle, a sweat-soaked Elizabeth wipes locks off her brow and pushes to her feet. Slumped over, hands on knees, the freckled Englishwoman allows Hilton to reach vertical on her own before charging in and retaking control of the titleholder.
Grabbing a wrist and shoulder of the Hollywood Heroine, Lizzie flings Crystal to the opposite cables with an Irish Whip. Elizabeth follows to the middle where she sets up shop for the champ’s return. Hilton rebounds out of the springy strands, racing toward the waiting Cromwell.
The Englishwoman ducks under a makeshift clothesline from the faltering Crystal while simultaneously drawing her right arm across the throat of the boss of the lightweight division. Instantly, Cromwell throws her body in reverse, laying out and THUMPING Hilton to the deck face and chest-first with her signature Silver Spoon Buster.
Silver Spoon Buster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=81ykPJPFWPE )
Lizzie shovels the shellshocked Latina to her back, climbing aboard in a full body pin, the veteran grapevining her ivory legs around the ebony versions of the Hollywood Hottie. Elizabeth’s palms press hard atop the shoulders of her foe.
The official dives to the deck to join the combatants under a smattering of applause for the challenger and slaps the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
There are no ropes to save Crystal this time, so the champ’s forced to do it herself, throwing a shoulder up to break the count with a split-second to spare.
Up to her haunches next to the stubborn Countess of Cosplay, a frustrated Elizabeth combs both sets of fingers through her long reddish-brown locks.
Realizing it’s time to go big or go home with Hilton, Cromwell yanks the rubbery Latina to her feet with a dual grip around the champ’s braincase. The ‘Best Brit’ pulls the lowered head of Crystal under an arm while throwing her foe’s opposite wing across the back of her neck.
With her grip for the Prep School Expulsion finisher in place, Cromwell launches the waning star high, draping her across her right shoulder. But before Lizzie can fully control her adversary and send Crystal to her doom with the Expulsion…
Prep School Expulsion ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_iI6MuTBkg )
…a wriggling Hilton slips out the back door, skidding down the Brit’s back, landing safely on her boot soles behind the alarmed challenger.
As Lizzie spins to find her lost cargo, Hilton tenses in a predatory crouch and sweeps her right leg high, NAILING Cromwell in the left temple with a flawless Flashing Lights kick, sending the glassy-eyed Englishwoman through a dazed pirouette.
Flashing Lights ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=eru8dIcX1v0 )
Somehow, the gobsmacked Elizabeth remains on her feet after the 360, if barely, wobbling in front of the huffing Hollywood Hottie.
Crystal impales Lizzie with a lightning toe kick, doubling her foe over, then draws her right arm across the challenger’s throat, Crystal pulling Cromwell into a dragon sleeper position.
Raising her free arm high as a saulte, the crowd responds with a loud cheer and the champ deposits Elizabeth to the deck with a headbanging Inverted DDT.
Inverted DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tnSzgSTv0gU )
Passing on a pin, Crystal pushes to her feet and skips over the splayed frame of the splattered Cromwell. The Hollywood Heroine hops to the middle cable at her adversary’s side, grabbing the top rope as she does. Using the rubber-coated steel to its fullest, Crystal springs off the cable in a graceful backflip and CRUSHES Elizabeth’s unprotected tummy with a crossbody splash.
Springboard Moonsault ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=4eoBB4hC_kg )
A bug-eyed Cromwell jackknifes beneath the impact before fading to horizontal and, with the pin pre-made, Hilton scoops both legs and spins to a back press pin, cradling the challenger tight, English bum cheeks pointed to the lights for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO
It’s Lizzie’s turn to show out, kicking loose of the package and flopping to her chest, bosom heaving from the proximity to a devastating loss. The auburn-haired grappler pushes to hands and knees and tries to make space between herself and the recharged Hollywood Hottie, slowly crawling for the ropes.
Hilton isn’t having it, sinking a set of nails into Lizzie’s locks and forcing Cromwell to her feet under the penalty of losing a handful of her glossy mane. The Latina bullies the battered Brit into a corner and pivots, sending the Boarding School Princess zooming across the ring with a heave. Elizabeth spins into a heavy, back-first collision with the far corner that leaves Lizzie rocked, the Brit only remaining upright by throwing an arm over the top rope on either side.
The Lightweight leader takes off like she’s shot out of a cannon. Dipping her right shoulder, she gores the alabaster abdomen of her challenger, folding a gutted Cromwell between the top and middle buckles. Grabbing the middle ropes on either side, the still lowered Latina drives the shoulder back in a second and third time, leaving the crumbling Cromwell gasping for air around guttural groans.
Pulling away, the Cosplay Countess yanks a flagging Elizabeth out with her. The champ scoops her arms behind Cromwell’s thighs and vaults the slumped Lizzie to a seat on the top buckle.
The astounding aerialist climbs to the middle ropes in front of the faltering Brit then stairsteps to the top. She saucily thrusts her pelvis into Lizzie’s features, buffeting the challenger. With Elizabeth in a stupor, Crystal leaps, her legs surrounding the head of the Englishwoman.
Hilton nimbly backflips to the canvas, RIPPING Lizzie out of the corner with a top-rope hurricarana that sends Elizabeth flying across the squared circle, THUMPING to the canvas, then sliding to a stop halfway across.
Top Rope Hurricarana ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=39KovQhkizo ) :34
The persistent Lizzie arches in agony but somehow rises, only to meet a fast-arriving Hilton who tugs the lowered head of her challenger between her ebony thighs, Hilton hooking her foe’s arms. With startling strength, Crystal lifts the Brit, forward flipping her to a spot across her right shoulder, Elizabeth facing the ceiling.
The champ shrugs Cromwell off to the side, BLASTING her rival’s braincase with double knees to Elizabeth’s flawless features, sending the Brit sprawling to a spreadeagle.
Both women seem to be well spent as Crystal lays on the floor beside Cromwell. The referee begins a count as both women are laid out on the mat.
One…
Two…
Hilton is the first to move and does so dramatically as she kips up and lands on her feet.
The crowd cheers loudly as the Hollywood Heroine screams for the “Best Brit” to get up.
Moments pass but finally Lizzie finds her way to a staggering vertical base. Hilton smiles as she looks right into the eyes of her foe.
“Time to cool you down a bit, activating Winter Rose mode.”
Cromwell, finally gathering her resources, goes for a clothesline on the champ but the “Winter Rose” is able to duck underneath the attempt. She quickly pivots and delivers a Pele kick that catches the Englishwoman right in the temple.
Hilton quickly turns around and delivers a double open palm strike right to the chest of her opponent pushing her back.
The “Winter Rose” begins to pick up speed as she rushes right at Lizzie. She leaps, wrapping her legs around her foe’s head. Crystal yanks down as hard as she can, sending Cromwell’s noggin brutally against the mat with a Spike Hurricanrana she calls the Brain Freeze.
Brain freeze
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhzhd6U5ENc
Elizabeth remains in a gruesome headstand before collapsing to the canvas, motionless as she lies on the floor in a spread-eagled position. Hilton looks down at her foe before she points to the turnbuckles which bring everybody to their feet.
“You did good Lizzie but it’s time to give you the honorable defeat you’ve earned. You have nothing to be ashamed of, but Winter Is Coming my dear.”
Winter is Coming
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XFquavgpSgk
Hilton ascends to the very top of the ropes. She looks down at her opponent before leaping off, descending in a beautifully executed five star splash. Just as she is about to land on Lizzie, Cromwell manages to bring her knees up, forcing Crystal’s chest to land directly on them.
Hilton clutches at her chest, rolling around on the ground in pain from the knees she’d just absorbed. Lizzie manages to dig deep into her reserves and schoolgirls Hilton for a pin.
One…
Two…
THRNOOOOO
The referee manages to stop his palm inches from the mat. He informs Lizzie Hilton’s leg is inadvertently touching the ropes causing a break.
Cromwell breaks the pin and proceeds to drag her foe away from the saving strands. The moment she reaches the middle is the moment Hilton suddenly scoops her in for a firm small package. The champion holds on tightly as the zebra quickly counts.
One
Two
THRNNOOOOOOOOO
At the last split-second, the “Best Brit” breaks free and both women make it up to their feet.
The audience cheers both combatants on as they stare at one another, exhausted.
Hilton chuckles looking into the eyes of the Brit.
“Looks like they adore us, so we might as continue to steal the show.”
Lizzie nods her head in return. “Cheers.”
With that, Crystal lifts her hand high into the air wanting to engage in a test of strength. Lizzie obliges as she locks her fingers with the Hollywood Heroine. Both women are evenly matched until Hilton pivots and creates some momentum to whip Cromwell towards the ropes.
Lizzie bounces off the opposite ropes with Hilton poised for a super kick. Crystal aims it at the oncoming Brit who ducks underneath. Cromwell stops in her tracks and doesn’t hesitate to wrap her arms tightly around the waist of the champ from behind.
The Latina tries to drive elbows back into the temples of her challenger, but Lizzie ducks beneath the attempts, clinching around Hilton’s waist as tightly as she possibly can. Cromwell slings Hilton backwards with a German Suplex and remains bridged for a pin fall.
The zebra drops down counting Crystal’s shoulders to the mat.
One.
Two.
THRNOOOO!
Hilton kicks out and Elizabeth can’t believe it. She turns her attention over to the referee arguing it was a three count, but he stands firm telling her it was a two.
Lizzie makes it back up to her feet and signals the end is coming. Hilton is on her stomach and tries her best to crawl towards the ropes. Lizzie yanks her back to the center as she looks to wrap this up with her Prep School Pull.
Lizzie places both of her feet on the lower spine of the champ. With both hands she grabs Hilton’s blonde hair. Cromwell yanks back as hard as she can, causing the Latina to scream out in pain. Lizzie looks like she is about to yank Hilton’s hair out by the root. Cromwell leans backwards further trying her best to force a submission. The referee drops to one knee, getting in Hilton’s face, asking if she surrenders.
“Do you give up?!”
“…NOOOOO I AM NOT DONE!!!”
Lizzie applies even more pressure but as she yanks, she finds herself falling backwards with Crystal’s hair in tow. The crowd roars with excitement as a seated Cromwell looks at her hands realizing she’s just pulled off a wig.
The actress makes it back up to her feet showing her real hair is kept under a hair net.
A startled Cromwell tosses the wig aside and rises, but that is when Hilton kicks the Brit as hard as she can in her foe’s gut causing Cromwell to double over.
Crystal tucks Lizzie’s head underneath an arm before removing her hair net and letting her real dark locks drape down her back. She yanks Cromwell’s arm into a hammerlock position as lays out, spiking her foe with her hammerlock DDT, the Cold Snap.
Cold Snap ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=s14MoudhNQM ) :42
Lizzie’s driven headfirst into the mat.
Hilton nestles into a reverse face sit pin, cradling one leg for leverage and using her free hand to throw up a peace sign as she makes a duck face for the cameras.
The referee makes the count.
One..
Two…
THREE!
DING DING DING
“And the winner of this match and STILL FAWN LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION CRYSTAL HILTON!!!!!!!!”
Hilton is slow to rise off of her perch.
The referee raises her left arm and hands her the Lightweight Championship she raises proudly in the air with her right.
Flashes from cameras begin to go off one after the other. Hilton smiles, taking it all in before she peels off the greasy-faced Brit and rises to a straddling stance.
Crystal looks at Lizzie on the ground and offers her a hand.
“You fought good tonight. It was an honor to be in the ring with someone like you.”
Propping on her palms as she pushes to a seated position, Elizabeth gives the presented palm some long consideration, but finally snatches it, allowing the victor to pull her to her feet.
“Yeah. Well. You didn’t do so bad yourself,” Cromwell admits, her face turning somewhat sour, but with the Englishwoman evidently willing to acknowledge she’s been bested tonight.
“But don’t get too comfortable. I might just get back in this ring with you again and the result will be different.”
Lizzie raises the arm of the champ high and the FAWNatics roar their approval, happy Cromwell blasting Gorgeous Ginnifer and receiving some accolades from the fans for it may have changed her outlook. Perhaps, a corner has been tuned and the Boarding School Bytch is a bytch no longer.
Always a threat but now with a direct opening to Lightweight hardware, the Boarding School Bytch bounces on the balls of her feet just shy of the curtain.
Everyone on the roster knows the business is a crazy one. You can be pushing around rookies in dark matches at a Kissimmee Eagles Club, then one flash in the pan, if it’s bright enough, and there can be gold around your waist and a reborn career.
Such chances don’t come often and Elizabeth isn’t about to waste it.
As ‘God Save The Queen’ begins to reverberate through the arena speakers, it’s clear the idea Cromwell is getting a shot at the sub-125 title isn’t among the FAWNatics’ favorites.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tN9EC3Gy6Nk )
And when the auburn-haired combatant from the northwest of England pushes through and strides to center stage, sneering at the jeering masses, the volume reaches levels surely allowing Bethany Christian to know Cromwell is making her money tonight.
ELIZABETH CROMWELL:
As the chords of the British anthem fade, the Liverpudlian is in turn accompanied by the pleasantly ominous chords of The Female of the Species.
THE FEMALE OF THE SPECIES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IV122X7ycvQ
Cromwell gazes on the fans with disappointment. They supported her in her battle against Pretty Ginni but now, against a fan favorite like Crystal, the boos reemerge. The freckled fighter heads for the ring, ignoring the masses as best she can, until finally cracking a smirk when a heartfelt round of ‘CROMWELL SUCKS!’ chants boom through the confines.
When reaching the ring steps, the Young Lioness leads the mantra as if a conductor on a stage, chuckling at the men and women who despise her. She could still live rent free in their heads, but after becoming a champion, she’d be charging them.
For tonight's title performance, Lizzie wears her standard dark blue, boy-cut spandex briefs that barely reach below the slim curve of her backside. Above is 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.
Treating the apron like the squared circle is hers by birthright, Cromwell wipes the soles of her boots clean, then slips through the strands and stalks the ropes facing the hard camera.
Mounting the bottom and middle in a single limber movement, Lizzie stretches her arms wide and tips her head back to bask in the vitriol directed toward her. Shrugging, she gives the crowd what seems an ironic ovation, though some in the crowd return the gesture, perhaps still appreciating her blasting the greater evil of Gorgeous Ginnifer.
Elizabeth bounds off the cables, backpedaling to the middle where the ring announcer formally reacquaints the Englishwoman to the less than adoring throng.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit and is for the FAWN Lightweight Championship. From Liverpool, England, standing five feet five inches tall and weighing in at 54 and half kilos, she is the Young Lioness, Elizabeth Cromwell.”
Elizabeth snatches the microphone away and lifts it to parted lips.
“So no credit for ridding you of Pretty Ginni,” Lizzie shouts.
Mostly boos persist. Apparently not.
“Then I guess you’re REALLY not going to like what happens tonight. Crystal. You may be good. I’m better. And I’m ready to put the spotlight where it belongs.”
Cromwell hands the stick back to its owner and strides to a far corner. Reaching it, she turns to the upper stage, ready for the division’s current leader to become its former.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qVAZzh8Zih8
All of a sudden, we can see photographers lining up in front of the entrance aisle. The lights begin to flicker and a red carpet is rolled down to the ring. We can see an old-school Hollywood countdown landing on the screen.
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It is at that moment that the lights begin to go really crazy and we are able to see a blonde emerging through the curtains to the sound of massive cheers from the audience. She does a twirl and lifts the FAWN Lightweight Championship high into the air before holding it awkwardly behind her head, then starting to march her way to the ring. She adjusts the title and places it on her shoulder as she stops and admires the screaming crowd in front of her.
“Introducing, on her way to the ring from Los Angeles, California by way of Detroit Michigan. She is the Countess of Cosplay, The Hollywood Heroine, and of course the Burning Rose. Standing at 5’5 115 pounds. The Lightweight Champion, Crystal Hilton!!!”
CRYSTAL HILTON:
Crystal smiles as her gathering of paparazzi flood the aisle in front of her. They snap photo after photo of the champion. She just blows kisses to the crowd before she continues walking to the ring. She stretches one leg onto the apron before placing her other one on there and does a complete set of splits before entering the ring. She raises her title high into the air as she walks over to Elizabeth and holds her title in the air in front of her challenger. Lizzie looks at the title before Hilton hands it over to the referee.
“You can be as cocky as you want to be but it’s an honor to be in the ring with you tonight. You have been on my wish list to have a match with for the past four years, and tonight that dream is going to become a reality…”
Crystal smiles as the crowd roars with loud Hilton chants.
“Of course, it’s only going to end with me and my hand raised high into the air. I took out the Cali-Quake and tonight I am going to enjoy taking you down.”
“Not bloody likely,” the Liverpool native responds. “But I guess we’ll see, wont we?”
“You will,” Hilton says, as she backpedals to the corner opposite Cromwell.
The ref calls for the bell and the title tilt is instantly underway, both women circling out of their corner, the orbits closing until Crystal offers a hand. Elizabeth looks it over.
“We can shake after the match. I’ll have one hand free.”
The Hollywood Heroine smirks and throws her body forward, hooking up in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. The women shift for an advantage in leverage, their sizes very similar.
Champ and challenger grunt breathily as their bodies lean into each other. It only takes a moment’s change in balance for Hilton to slide to Lizzie’s flank and pull the Brit into a side headlock.
Crystal grinds Cromwell’s cheek against her ribs, working Elizabeth’s noggin roughly but cleanly. Lizzie moves her palms to Hilton’s hips and tried to shove her off, but Crystal’s grip is a tight one and while the body of the Burning Rose is shifted, it’s not separated from the auburn-haired grappler.
Hilton pivots out of the tie-up, snatching Cromwell’s right wing. The champ sends Lizzie tumbling across the canvas with an arm drag. Elizabeth uses the momentum of her skid across the mat to pop to her feet. Across the deck, Hilton kips to her feet after the toss and the women charge toward each other. Crystal’s quicker, sweeping her right arm wide and levelling Elizabeth with a scythe-like clothesline across the neck of her foe.
The stubborn Englishwoman scrambles to boot leather once more, turns and races toward her waiting adversary, Crystal dropping her a third consecutive time with a drop kick to the chest, the self-proclaimed Best Brit Ever tumbling head over shoulders, ending on her chest, face pinched in pain.
The challenger pushes toward vertical, but a stampeding Hilton meets her halfway up, the champ’s raised knee catching the jaw of the Brit flush, sending the slow-starting Lizzie to a glassy-eyed spreadeagle.
The Countess of Cosplay hovers over the splayed Englishwoman, but only long enough to measure a Fist Drop between the eyes of her foe. Elizabeth’s pale frame spasms from the impact then falls still, allowing Hilton to press tightly in a crossbody pin for the…
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The Englishwoman kicks out, flopping to a shoulder and hip, shaking cobwebs from her attic.
Not wasting a moment, Crystal wraps her palms around the braincase of the beleaguered Brit and hauls a wobbly Cromwell up with her. Hilton NAILS Elizabeth with a sweeping European Uppercut under the Brit’s chin, using one of Lizzie’s favorite weapons against her. A second and a third follow, leaving Cromwell barely able to remain upright. She does only with the help of Hilton and the ropes.
The Hollywood Heroine grabs a wrist and pivots, attempting to sling her challenger across the canvas with an Irish Whip. But Cromwell reverses and sends the MoTown luminary to the far ropes instead. With the titleholder rebounding, the Brit sets center stage for her adversary’s return. She plucks a sprinting Hilton off the deck on her hip with plans of her first successful offense in mind. However, the speed of the high flyer isn’t accurately accounted for and Crystal spins around the shoulders of her foe, moving from one to the other, then laying out and SPIKING Cromwell’s skull into the thinly-sheathed floorboards with a Tilt-A-Whirl DDT.
Tilt-A-Whirl DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQLlC1cpl8E )
The Liverpudlian is laid out from the vicious impact, ending in a twitching starfish, a look of satisfaction breaking across the features of the champ as she sits a few feet away, casting a glance at a woman she likely thought would give her a better fight. Crystal crawls to the sprawled Cromwell and drops across her foe’s chest in a lateral press, hooking the limp far leg of the overmatched Englishwoman for the…
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Perhaps reflexively, Elizabeth jerks a shoulder off the canvas, saving herself again. The Burning Rose pushed to her haunches and nods in appreciation at Lizzie’s fight.
Crystal shoves to her feet and travels to the far buckles, taps the top and turns, charging back toward the flattened frame of the ‘Best Brit’. Tumbling through a gymnastics run that might make Domi Daly proud, Crystal finishes the acrobatics with a Handspring Standing Moonsault, her golden-brown midriff SLAPPING across the flesh of Lizzie’s abdomen, destroying Cromwell taut ivory tummy.
SMELL THE ROSES ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=acEDfZbNBiE )
Elizabeth jackknifes in a ‘V’ shape beneath the crushing force of the rampant champion. Pin pre-made, Hilton hooks both raised stems of the auburn-maned grappler and rotates into a back press pin, Cromwell’s arse pointed to the rafters for the…
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THRNOOO!
Elizabeth’s freedom is gained a little later and less convincingly than the previous pins, but again, the Hollywood Heroine’s rampage is momentarily thwarted.
The Burning Rose plants her palms on either side of Cromwell’s jaw and yanks the challenger to rubbery legs as she rises. The compelling entertainer, putting on an award-winning performance, tosses Cromwell’s limp left arm across the back of her shoulders, then tugs the lowered head of the Boarding School Princess into a tight front facelock. Grabbing a handful of spandex on Lizzie’s hip, Crystal vaults Elizabeth up and over with a suplex.
But instead of landing across her spine, the veteran adds a little ‘oomph’ to her flip and sticks the landing on her boot soles. Instantly reaching over her right shoulder, not giving Hilton enough time to turn, Cromwell secures a ¾ facelock and drops to her back, BLASTING the champion with a Neckbreaker.
Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=BN0S4I8gQdI ) :08
Spent from the beating she’s taken through most of the match, Lizzie remains splayed after the reversal of fortune, unable to capitalize. Likewise, the THUMP to the back of Crystal’s cranium leaves her seeing stars and the lights of the arena’s ceiling. The ref is forced to begin a dual count when neither competitor shows any motion or notion, the crowd trying to inspire both women with chants of “THIS…IS…AWESOME!”
Whether Cromwell would consider that entirely true considering her lack of offense thus far, Lizzie breaks the official’s count as she stirs first, slowly rising to her feet and making verticality at ‘SIX’ while the Burning Rose remains on all fours.
Sinking her nails into Hilton’s scalp, Elizabeth pulls the lightweight champ to stooped feet, but the Hollywood Heroine doesn’t remain there long, as Cromwell drops to her pert bum, yanking Crystal down with her, DRIVING her foe’s face into the deck with a Sit-out Facebuster.
Sit-out facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=RpnzViYNrtQ&t=5s ) :04
With Crystal left in a face down stupor, Cromwell passes on a pin, instead moving to a forward-facing crouch of Hilton’s spine. Collecting the champ’s arms in succession and posting them over her bent knees, Lizzie crosses her arms across Hilton’s clavicle in a modified Camel Clutch, hoping to draw a surrender from the titleholder.
Modified Camel Clutch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=gIGP4BjrylQ )
The challenger works her agonizing submission for long seconds, Crystal mewling from the pain emanating from her back and neck.
The ref slides down to a knee in front of the Burning Rose.
“Lemme know, Crystal.”
“No-no-no,” Hilton bleats, prompting the Englishwoman to bear down in furtherance of her golden goal.
The Brit continues to yank back on Hilton’s neck as she stretches the movie star’s body even more. The striped clad zebra offers Crystal a chance to scream out her submission, but Hilton doesn’t oblige. Instead with her arms free she does everything in her power to drive them into the side of Cromwell’s leg.
Punch after punch, she keeps applying more to her foe until finally she gets Lizzie to let up and Hilton takes advantage of that opportunity as she uses everything in her body to swing about causing Cromwell to roll off her.
Hilton reaches for her back, but the Brit doesn’t let up as she’s already on the prowl again.
Elizabeth tries to yank the cosplayer up by the hair, but the Hollywood Heroine shows she has a lot of fight in her as she unleashes a punch as hard as she can right to the gut of Cromwell. Crystal delivers another and another, until the Brit doubles over breathlessly from the pain.
Crystal finally rises to a vertical base and grabs hold of her foe’s auburn locks. Hilton places her foe’s noggin underneath an arm.
The champ showboats to the audience, signaling for a DDT, but Elizabeth is able to counter as she sends Hilton up and over her body with a Northern Lights Suplex. The Brit doesn’t bother remaining bridged for a pin attempt. Instead, she quickly breaks and rises to her feet.
Lizzie hovers over Crystal’s upper body. She takes two handfuls of the Latina’s hair as she pulls Hilton to a vertical base before slamming her back down as hard as she can.
Hair-pull Mat Slam (front & reverse)
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7NM1qOUILA )
Crystal crawls on the floor, retreating from her challenger, but Elizabeth isn’t done yet.
The former Lightweight Champion helps Hilton up to her feet once again and quickly whips her adversary into the far corner. The Hollywood hottie’s back collides with the buckles and there she rests as Elizabeth follows up, running towards the slumped Crystal in the corner.
The Detroit native is able to leap up as Lizzie arrives, vaulting her foe in a sunset flip over the challenger, pulls her in and over for a pinfall attempt. Hilton’s locked on tightly, Cromwell’s ass pointed to the rafters, as the referee drops to make a count.
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THRNOOOOOOO…..
Elizabeth’s able to roll out of the move and Hilton quickly gets back to her feet.
Cromwell is a step behind Hilton and the speedster doesn’t waste any time whipping Lizzie right into the corner. The Brit tries to cover up and that’s when the champion begins to fire away with a martial arts combo.
Hilton nails Lizzie with strike after strike until Lizzie can’t even cover up anymore. Elizabeth breathes heavily as the Countess of Cosplay takes the opportunity to lift the “Best Brit” and seats her at the top of the turnbuckles.
Hilton climbs to the middle ropes. She grabs her challenger’s locks with one hand and uses the other to drive fist after fist against her challenger’s noggin.
The fans chant along with each strike.
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Cromwell blocks the seventh strike and she follows up by delivering a massive heart punch which causes Hilton to lean in Elizabeth’s direction.
The crowd are on their feet as Cromwell pulls the champion close, tucking her head underneath an arm before she leaps off and forward, delivering a massive avalanche DDT that drives the champion’s skull right into the mat.
Avalanche DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hu1rWbS7dxU )
Hilton’s body slides across the mat before ending in a starfish position.
Elizabeth doesn’t hesitate as she crawls over, drops in a crossbody press, and hooks a leg for the pin fall.
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THRNOOO!
The silenced crowd roars back to life, realizing the Countess of Cosplay draped an otherwise limp leg over the nearby bottom rope, saving her match life. Lizzie glances at the ref to see why he’s stopped counting. She pushes to all fours next to the surviving titleholder, eyes wide in shock Hilton’s denied her.
Showing the fatigue of battle, a sweat-soaked Elizabeth wipes locks off her brow and pushes to her feet. Slumped over, hands on knees, the freckled Englishwoman allows Hilton to reach vertical on her own before charging in and retaking control of the titleholder.
Grabbing a wrist and shoulder of the Hollywood Heroine, Lizzie flings Crystal to the opposite cables with an Irish Whip. Elizabeth follows to the middle where she sets up shop for the champ’s return. Hilton rebounds out of the springy strands, racing toward the waiting Cromwell.
The Englishwoman ducks under a makeshift clothesline from the faltering Crystal while simultaneously drawing her right arm across the throat of the boss of the lightweight division. Instantly, Cromwell throws her body in reverse, laying out and THUMPING Hilton to the deck face and chest-first with her signature Silver Spoon Buster.
Silver Spoon Buster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=81ykPJPFWPE )
Lizzie shovels the shellshocked Latina to her back, climbing aboard in a full body pin, the veteran grapevining her ivory legs around the ebony versions of the Hollywood Hottie. Elizabeth’s palms press hard atop the shoulders of her foe.
The official dives to the deck to join the combatants under a smattering of applause for the challenger and slaps the canvas for the…
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THRNOOO!
There are no ropes to save Crystal this time, so the champ’s forced to do it herself, throwing a shoulder up to break the count with a split-second to spare.
Up to her haunches next to the stubborn Countess of Cosplay, a frustrated Elizabeth combs both sets of fingers through her long reddish-brown locks.
Realizing it’s time to go big or go home with Hilton, Cromwell yanks the rubbery Latina to her feet with a dual grip around the champ’s braincase. The ‘Best Brit’ pulls the lowered head of Crystal under an arm while throwing her foe’s opposite wing across the back of her neck.
With her grip for the Prep School Expulsion finisher in place, Cromwell launches the waning star high, draping her across her right shoulder. But before Lizzie can fully control her adversary and send Crystal to her doom with the Expulsion…
Prep School Expulsion ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_iI6MuTBkg )
…a wriggling Hilton slips out the back door, skidding down the Brit’s back, landing safely on her boot soles behind the alarmed challenger.
As Lizzie spins to find her lost cargo, Hilton tenses in a predatory crouch and sweeps her right leg high, NAILING Cromwell in the left temple with a flawless Flashing Lights kick, sending the glassy-eyed Englishwoman through a dazed pirouette.
Flashing Lights ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=eru8dIcX1v0 )
Somehow, the gobsmacked Elizabeth remains on her feet after the 360, if barely, wobbling in front of the huffing Hollywood Hottie.
Crystal impales Lizzie with a lightning toe kick, doubling her foe over, then draws her right arm across the challenger’s throat, Crystal pulling Cromwell into a dragon sleeper position.
Raising her free arm high as a saulte, the crowd responds with a loud cheer and the champ deposits Elizabeth to the deck with a headbanging Inverted DDT.
Inverted DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tnSzgSTv0gU )
Passing on a pin, Crystal pushes to her feet and skips over the splayed frame of the splattered Cromwell. The Hollywood Heroine hops to the middle cable at her adversary’s side, grabbing the top rope as she does. Using the rubber-coated steel to its fullest, Crystal springs off the cable in a graceful backflip and CRUSHES Elizabeth’s unprotected tummy with a crossbody splash.
Springboard Moonsault ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=4eoBB4hC_kg )
A bug-eyed Cromwell jackknifes beneath the impact before fading to horizontal and, with the pin pre-made, Hilton scoops both legs and spins to a back press pin, cradling the challenger tight, English bum cheeks pointed to the lights for the…
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It’s Lizzie’s turn to show out, kicking loose of the package and flopping to her chest, bosom heaving from the proximity to a devastating loss. The auburn-haired grappler pushes to hands and knees and tries to make space between herself and the recharged Hollywood Hottie, slowly crawling for the ropes.
Hilton isn’t having it, sinking a set of nails into Lizzie’s locks and forcing Cromwell to her feet under the penalty of losing a handful of her glossy mane. The Latina bullies the battered Brit into a corner and pivots, sending the Boarding School Princess zooming across the ring with a heave. Elizabeth spins into a heavy, back-first collision with the far corner that leaves Lizzie rocked, the Brit only remaining upright by throwing an arm over the top rope on either side.
The Lightweight leader takes off like she’s shot out of a cannon. Dipping her right shoulder, she gores the alabaster abdomen of her challenger, folding a gutted Cromwell between the top and middle buckles. Grabbing the middle ropes on either side, the still lowered Latina drives the shoulder back in a second and third time, leaving the crumbling Cromwell gasping for air around guttural groans.
Pulling away, the Cosplay Countess yanks a flagging Elizabeth out with her. The champ scoops her arms behind Cromwell’s thighs and vaults the slumped Lizzie to a seat on the top buckle.
The astounding aerialist climbs to the middle ropes in front of the faltering Brit then stairsteps to the top. She saucily thrusts her pelvis into Lizzie’s features, buffeting the challenger. With Elizabeth in a stupor, Crystal leaps, her legs surrounding the head of the Englishwoman.
Hilton nimbly backflips to the canvas, RIPPING Lizzie out of the corner with a top-rope hurricarana that sends Elizabeth flying across the squared circle, THUMPING to the canvas, then sliding to a stop halfway across.
Top Rope Hurricarana ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=39KovQhkizo ) :34
The persistent Lizzie arches in agony but somehow rises, only to meet a fast-arriving Hilton who tugs the lowered head of her challenger between her ebony thighs, Hilton hooking her foe’s arms. With startling strength, Crystal lifts the Brit, forward flipping her to a spot across her right shoulder, Elizabeth facing the ceiling.
The champ shrugs Cromwell off to the side, BLASTING her rival’s braincase with double knees to Elizabeth’s flawless features, sending the Brit sprawling to a spreadeagle.
Both women seem to be well spent as Crystal lays on the floor beside Cromwell. The referee begins a count as both women are laid out on the mat.
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Hilton is the first to move and does so dramatically as she kips up and lands on her feet.
The crowd cheers loudly as the Hollywood Heroine screams for the “Best Brit” to get up.
Moments pass but finally Lizzie finds her way to a staggering vertical base. Hilton smiles as she looks right into the eyes of her foe.
“Time to cool you down a bit, activating Winter Rose mode.”
Cromwell, finally gathering her resources, goes for a clothesline on the champ but the “Winter Rose” is able to duck underneath the attempt. She quickly pivots and delivers a Pele kick that catches the Englishwoman right in the temple.
Hilton quickly turns around and delivers a double open palm strike right to the chest of her opponent pushing her back.
The “Winter Rose” begins to pick up speed as she rushes right at Lizzie. She leaps, wrapping her legs around her foe’s head. Crystal yanks down as hard as she can, sending Cromwell’s noggin brutally against the mat with a Spike Hurricanrana she calls the Brain Freeze.
Brain freeze
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhzhd6U5ENc
Elizabeth remains in a gruesome headstand before collapsing to the canvas, motionless as she lies on the floor in a spread-eagled position. Hilton looks down at her foe before she points to the turnbuckles which bring everybody to their feet.
“You did good Lizzie but it’s time to give you the honorable defeat you’ve earned. You have nothing to be ashamed of, but Winter Is Coming my dear.”
Winter is Coming
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XFquavgpSgk
Hilton ascends to the very top of the ropes. She looks down at her opponent before leaping off, descending in a beautifully executed five star splash. Just as she is about to land on Lizzie, Cromwell manages to bring her knees up, forcing Crystal’s chest to land directly on them.
Hilton clutches at her chest, rolling around on the ground in pain from the knees she’d just absorbed. Lizzie manages to dig deep into her reserves and schoolgirls Hilton for a pin.
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The referee manages to stop his palm inches from the mat. He informs Lizzie Hilton’s leg is inadvertently touching the ropes causing a break.
Cromwell breaks the pin and proceeds to drag her foe away from the saving strands. The moment she reaches the middle is the moment Hilton suddenly scoops her in for a firm small package. The champion holds on tightly as the zebra quickly counts.
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At the last split-second, the “Best Brit” breaks free and both women make it up to their feet.
The audience cheers both combatants on as they stare at one another, exhausted.
Hilton chuckles looking into the eyes of the Brit.
“Looks like they adore us, so we might as continue to steal the show.”
Lizzie nods her head in return. “Cheers.”
With that, Crystal lifts her hand high into the air wanting to engage in a test of strength. Lizzie obliges as she locks her fingers with the Hollywood Heroine. Both women are evenly matched until Hilton pivots and creates some momentum to whip Cromwell towards the ropes.
Lizzie bounces off the opposite ropes with Hilton poised for a super kick. Crystal aims it at the oncoming Brit who ducks underneath. Cromwell stops in her tracks and doesn’t hesitate to wrap her arms tightly around the waist of the champ from behind.
The Latina tries to drive elbows back into the temples of her challenger, but Lizzie ducks beneath the attempts, clinching around Hilton’s waist as tightly as she possibly can. Cromwell slings Hilton backwards with a German Suplex and remains bridged for a pin fall.
The zebra drops down counting Crystal’s shoulders to the mat.
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THRNOOOO!
Hilton kicks out and Elizabeth can’t believe it. She turns her attention over to the referee arguing it was a three count, but he stands firm telling her it was a two.
Lizzie makes it back up to her feet and signals the end is coming. Hilton is on her stomach and tries her best to crawl towards the ropes. Lizzie yanks her back to the center as she looks to wrap this up with her Prep School Pull.
Lizzie places both of her feet on the lower spine of the champ. With both hands she grabs Hilton’s blonde hair. Cromwell yanks back as hard as she can, causing the Latina to scream out in pain. Lizzie looks like she is about to yank Hilton’s hair out by the root. Cromwell leans backwards further trying her best to force a submission. The referee drops to one knee, getting in Hilton’s face, asking if she surrenders.
“Do you give up?!”
“…NOOOOO I AM NOT DONE!!!”
Lizzie applies even more pressure but as she yanks, she finds herself falling backwards with Crystal’s hair in tow. The crowd roars with excitement as a seated Cromwell looks at her hands realizing she’s just pulled off a wig.
The actress makes it back up to her feet showing her real hair is kept under a hair net.
A startled Cromwell tosses the wig aside and rises, but that is when Hilton kicks the Brit as hard as she can in her foe’s gut causing Cromwell to double over.
Crystal tucks Lizzie’s head underneath an arm before removing her hair net and letting her real dark locks drape down her back. She yanks Cromwell’s arm into a hammerlock position as lays out, spiking her foe with her hammerlock DDT, the Cold Snap.
Cold Snap ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=s14MoudhNQM ) :42
Lizzie’s driven headfirst into the mat.
Hilton nestles into a reverse face sit pin, cradling one leg for leverage and using her free hand to throw up a peace sign as she makes a duck face for the cameras.
The referee makes the count.
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THREE!
DING DING DING
“And the winner of this match and STILL FAWN LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION CRYSTAL HILTON!!!!!!!!”
Hilton is slow to rise off of her perch.
The referee raises her left arm and hands her the Lightweight Championship she raises proudly in the air with her right.
Flashes from cameras begin to go off one after the other. Hilton smiles, taking it all in before she peels off the greasy-faced Brit and rises to a straddling stance.
Crystal looks at Lizzie on the ground and offers her a hand.
“You fought good tonight. It was an honor to be in the ring with someone like you.”
Propping on her palms as she pushes to a seated position, Elizabeth gives the presented palm some long consideration, but finally snatches it, allowing the victor to pull her to her feet.
“Yeah. Well. You didn’t do so bad yourself,” Cromwell admits, her face turning somewhat sour, but with the Englishwoman evidently willing to acknowledge she’s been bested tonight.
“But don’t get too comfortable. I might just get back in this ring with you again and the result will be different.”
Lizzie raises the arm of the champ high and the FAWNatics roar their approval, happy Cromwell blasting Gorgeous Ginnifer and receiving some accolades from the fans for it may have changed her outlook. Perhaps, a corner has been tuned and the Boarding School Bytch is a bytch no longer.