I Quit Match: Estrina Starfire vs. Sylvia Ivelisse Castillo

The lights in the FAWN Arena dimmed, the atmosphere growing thick with tension and anticipation. A hauntingly powerful beat reverberated through the crowd, signaling the imminent arrival of Estrina Starfire for her highly anticipated 'I Quit' match. The fans leaned forward, eager to witness the entrance of the Celestial Stunner, knowing tonight’s battle would push her to the limit.

The Announcer’s voice boomed across the arena, filled with gravitas: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is an 'I Quit' match! Introducing first, hailing from Singapore, standing at five feet four inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds, she is…THE CELESTIAL STUNNER…ESTRINA STARFIRE!”

ESTRINA STARFIRE:



Estrina emerged from the curtains, her presence commanding and her energy electric. She wore a daring deep blue V-neck one-piece, the plunging neckline provocatively reaching down to her navel, held together by the same crisscross halter top that highlighted her athletic, sultry form. The outfit was accentuated with gold trim along the edges, adding a regal touch to her appearance. Her ensemble was completed with matching deep blue and gold knee pads, tape on her right knee, and those iconic calf-high silver-glitter wrestling boots that shimmered under the arena lights.

Starfire made her way down the ramp, each deliberate step exuding a mix of confidence and fierce determination. The crowd roared approval, their cheers blending with a few playful whistles as they admired her stunning physique and undeniable sex appeal. Estrina’s eyes were focused, her expression a blend of allure and intensity, signaling that she was ready for the fight of her life.

Reaching the ring, the former Lightweight Champion paused to take in the energy of the Slaybor Day masses, her eyes scanning the sea of faces before she gracefully climbed onto the second rope. With a dramatic flourish, she shed her flowing, starry-patterned cape, revealing the full glory of her outfit. Turning to face the audience, a mischievous glint flickered in her eyes as she ran her fingers sensuously down the curve of her armpit, teasing the crowd with a sly, knowing smile. The audience responded with a raucous mix of cheers, whistles, and playful jeers, fully immersed in the unique and captivating aura that only Estrina could create.

Carefully descending from the ropes, mindful of her taped knee, Estrina moved with a catlike grace, every motion a calculated blend of elegance and raw power. She retreated to her corner, her mind already focused on the battle ahead, and began her pre-match stretches, determined to bag this win.

“And introducing her opponent, hailing from San Juan Romero in Coahuila, Mexico, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirteen pounds. Please welcome SYLVIA IVELISSE CASTILLO!”

RED RIGHT HAND:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QZlUpgTRtg



A soft, somber combination of piano and drums rose to the rafters and was soon joined by a round of emphatic jeers, the amount of which seemed to grow larger and louder as the second-generation superstar continued her quest to remake the Lightweight Division in her own image. The aforementioned noise only grew louder when the Pain Specialist strode through the curtain in time with the first verse of Nell Smith & the Flaming Lips' cover of 'Red Right Hand'.



SYLVIA IVELISSE CASTILLO:





Castillo paused at the top of the ramp, her dark eyes flicking this way and that to catalog all the pertinent details of her surroundings. This assessment only took a few moments, then her attention returned to recalcitrant idiot waiting in the squared circle and she started down the ramp without a word or even a sneer for the capacity crowd.

With her list of conquests growing by the day, the second-generation superstar could've petitioned for a shot at the sub-120 gold, but SIC had made no overtures in that direction, at least not yet. For now the whole of her focus was on the Celestial Stunner and everything she meant to do to that vulnerable knee. Not that she told the sub-humanoids any of this, mind you. Indeed her expression was nothing short of inscrutable as she slid under the bottom rope and pushed to one knee. On her feet immediately thereafter, she strode to the nearest corner without even glancing at Starfire and mounted the second turnbuckle to a round of boos that grew all the louder when she raised a taunting index finger to her ear.

For tonight's vivisection of the obnoxious aerialist, Castillo wore a classic fightin two-piece in matte black with dark red trim around the waistband and the bottom edge of the top. Her pads and wrist tape were a matching black while her boots were carmine polished to a gleaming shine. Patently dismissive of the noise produced by the brain-dead revelers, Castillo brushed them off with the flick of a wrist, then hopped down and settled into the buckles. Al Carpenter came over to check her pads and boots shortly thereafter and though she didn't stop him, it would be a lie to say she had eyes for anyone other than her perpetually damp adversary.

Estrina was out of her corner the moment the bell sounded, the Princess of Perspiration damned near sprinting across the ring to get at Castillo.

Sylvia greeted the encroachment with far more irritation than concern. For a moment she looked to Al Carpenter and considered asking him to actually do his job, but that was a losing battle so instead she slipped through the ropes and dropped to the floor. This tactical retreat earned nothing but jeers from from the FAWNatics, not that SIC paid them any attention. Her gaze was focused solely on Starfire, who'd slowed just enough to mount the second rope in the corner so recently vacated by her adversary.

“Get your ass in here, Castillo!” Estrina barked over the roar of the crowd. “Don't make me come get you!”

The second generation superstar scoffed, took a step back and spread her arms wide. “You know what, Estrina?” she asked. “I'd love to see you—”

She would've said 'try' if the other brunette hadn't suddenly dipped down in an expectant crouch! Fully expecting the idiot to try something incredibly risky when the match wasn't even a minute old, Syl stepped back to clear the drop zone only to roll her eyes in obvious disgust when Starfire launched herself into a gorgeous back-flip that brought her down in the middle of the ring!

Landing like her right knee felt better than ever, Estrina dropped down and swatted the canvas with both hands. “Right here, rookie!” she told the other brunette. “This is where I'm gonna make you tap out!”

Castillo didn't much care for that sort of slander so she strode across the narrow aisle and hopped up onto the apr—Estrina thrust her left hand into her right armpit, then darted forward to hit SIC with a bit of her signature mist only to withdraw in frustration when Sylvia dropped right back to the floor!

“You sniveling little brat, get in here and wrestle!” Starfire sat on the second rope and pulled up on the top to offer her foe a way onto the field of battle. “That's what we're here to do, right? You sure as hell aren't going to make me quit like this!”

“No, I'll do it by shredding your fucking knee.” the Pain Specialist answered coldly. And I'll set about doing so just as soon as you can sit still for five whole seconds, you disgusting little tum—”

Estrina charged again, only this time she sprang up and landed with both feet on the top rope! Standing on the rubber-coated steel like it was no big thing, Starfire made a show of stuffing her left hand into her right armpit before she 'flicked' a bit of sweat down in Sylvia's general direction! Then she hunkered down and peeled off another back-flip to return to the center of the squared circle. No posturing this time, Estrina moved to the far side of their battleground where she draped her arms over the top rope.

“Enough stalling, Sylvia.” Al told the black-clad battler. “Let's get this thing started, ok?”

Castillo shot him an annoyed look, even as she climbed onto the apron. After another moment's hesitation she dipped between the top and middle strands and eased her way back into the—Estrina started forward so Sylvia threw it in reverse and dropped to the floor amidst a furious deluge of boos. “Stay the FUCK back!” SIC snapped at the other lightweight. “Are simple instructions too much for your sweat-soaked braiNNNNGGGGHHH!”

The Celestial Stunner had no intention of staying back, as Castillo discovered when Starfire raced across the ring and threw herself under the bottom rope in a Baseball Slide Dropkick that THWHUMPED her heels against Sylvia's sternum!

The force of it launched Castillo backward into the guardrail, the slender brunette's cry managing to ring over the BWANG of steel on spine! Already on her feet, Estrina whipped around on one heel and hurled herself toward the opposite side of the ring to build momentum for the return trip. Getting lower and faster as she closed on her stunned prey, Starfire exploded off her back foot and launched herself under the middle rope in a Suicide Plancha aimed straight at—Sylvia rushed forward and hopped up, the Vicious Vivisectionist THWHACKING a knee into Estrina's forehead when she was midway through her dive!

Catching the swooning brunette in a Front Facelock before she could tumble to the floor, Sylvia slung Starfire's near arm across her shoulders, then backed off until her burden was suspended over the barely-padded floor, Starfire supported by nothing but Castillo's Facelock on one end and the rope hooking her ankles at the other. “Don't do this, Sylvia.” Castle said with obvious alarm. “This isn't the sort of match you want—” SIC lived up to her initials by twisting beneath Estrina and laying out on her back to THWHUMP the former Lightweight Champion down on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy a pitiless Swinging Neckbreaker!



APRON SWINGING NECKBREAKER:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=dAI69j6vX5Q



Starfire flopped onto one side and cinched both arms around the back of her head, the usually frenetic fighter ground to a halt by the awful machinations of her rival. Unfortunately for Starfire, her inability to move didn't slow Castillo in the slightest. Indeed it felt like she'd barely touched the floor when SIC bent down, snatched a double handful of hair and hauled the Celestial Stunner upright.

“You challenged me, don't forget that, asshole.” Sylvia sidled in beneath her opponent's right arm, hooked her left arm across the other brunette's lower back and led her toward the steel steps. Not just to some no-frills wrestling match either, you challenged me to 'I Quit' rules. So I think maybe you're taking this seriously but then the match starts and you've got the fucking temerity to pull some Cirque du Soleil bullshit on NGH! NGH! NGH!”

Starfire had no urge to maintain this sort of proximity with the second generation superstar, but she made the most of it by catching the other brunette's noggin in an impromptu Side Headlock and followed it with a flurry of closed fists to the forehead! “I do what I want, punk!” Estrina barked as she tried to lump up Castillo's pate something fierce. “Sure I could make you submit in the Pits of Starfire, but I think I'm gonna hit you with Solar Flare after Solar Flare after Solar RRGGHH!”

The relaxed rules of this particular stipulation meant that Al didn't follow his charges outside and he certainly didn't reprimand Estrina about the closed fists. It also meant there was nothing to be done when Sylvia reached up with her left hand and raaaaaaaaaaked it across her rival's eyes!

Starfire yelped and tried to struggle free but went back to the half Waistlock, then dipped down and grabbed the Singaporean's right ankle in her right hand. Stuffing Estrina's heel up against the seat of her trunks, Castillo doubled her grip on the brunette's boot, then muscled her up just high enough to bring that poor right knee BWANGING down atop the middle step! Starfire shrieked and dropped to the floor in a heap where she immediately pulled down her knee-pad to massage the taped joint beneath.



STEEL STEPS SHINBREAKER:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=iIqDRG9bICk



Hands on her hips as she observed the destruction, Sylvia's attention actually flitted to the FAWNatics when their general anger crystallized into a 'YOU SICK BITCH!' chant.

“Don't ever forget it, nerds.” she sniffed.

Her disdain only increased their volume, not that the Pain Specialist paid them any mind. She'd already glommed onto Starfire at trunks and tresses to haul the hobbled high-flier to verticality. Hooks set deep, she wheeled around in a circle and used the momentum to toss Estrina under the bottom rope in a discombobulated tangle of limbs that came to rest somewhere near the middle of the ring.

Castillo followed her in shortly thereafter though rather than going straight at the former Lightweight Champ, she glared at Carpenter and said, “Ask her.”

“What do you say, Estrina?” Al knew better than to waste breath questioning the brunette's demand. “Do you sub—”

“Fuck that.” Sylvia interrupted. “Ask her if she QUITS.”

“Do you quit, Estrina?”

“NO!” Starfire shook her head 'no' to confirm there was no mistake. “She doesn't have what it takes to OOOFFFFHHH!”

SIC rushed over and THUMPED a hard Penalty Kick into the other wrestler's left flank! “That's it, run your mouth as loud as you can.” Castillo circled around to the Celestial Stunner's feet and helped herself to Estrina's right boot. “But you better be just as loud when it's time to tell the whole world you can't take any more.”

“That's never gonna happen, rookRRRRGGGHHHH!”

Sylvia stretched out the captured limb with a violent yank, then earned a whole lotta concerned grumbling when she stepped over with her right leg, effectively trapping Starfire's wounded leg behind her tormentor's left calf like she was setting for a Figure Four Leglock. SIC didn't finish the hold though, instead she claimed her opponent's foot at heel and toe and slowly twisssssssssssssted her ankle while continuing to put torque on the bad knee.



SPINNING TOE HOLD @ 00:28

www.youtube.com/watch?v=igkBQ7uTPaQ



“I don't need a dozen somersaults and fifty flips to expose you as a fraud.” Castillo sneered after a second do-si-do with the Spinning Toe Hold made Estrina wail and bury both hands in her own hair. “I'm just going to break you down, joint by joint until you're begging to leave this ri—”

“Kiss my ass!” Starfire barked. “I'll never beg you for anyNNNGGGGGHHH!”

Sylvia pulled her right hand offa Starfire's boot so she could flatten it into a paddle that she SLAPPED against opposing tummy. “Yes you will, fucker.” She promised after a few more stinging swats. “You'll say anything I want before I let you leave this ring agHEY!”

Estrina's leg might've been damaged but her hands were quick as ever and she proved it by snatching the other brunette's wrist in her right hand. In the same instant she wedged her left hand into her right armpit just to flick a spray of sweat into Castillo's eyes! Abandoning the hold at once, SIC backed off and turned around so she could wipe the painful blur from her vision.

Estrina struggled back to her feet, using the ropes for support as she shook out her throbbing leg. Despite the pain, the Celestial Stunner wasn’t about to let Sylvia off easy after that brutal assault. Seeing her chance with Sylvia temporarily blinded by the sweat mist, Estrina hobbled forward and grabbed her rival by the hair, yanking Sylvia’s head back sharply to bring her face level with Estrina’s own.

“You want to talk about exposing frauds?” Estrina hissed. “Let’s see how well you do against the real deal!”

Sylvia turned around, still trying to clear her vision, only to be met with a pair of boots that THWHACKED into her chest, courtesy of a perfectly timed Dropkick from the Celestial Stunner!

The crowd erupted as Sylvia crashed to the mat, the momentum shifting back to Estrina. Feeding off the energy of the FAWNatics, Estrina quickly pushed herself upright, though she winced slightly as her injured knee protested the movement. Not letting it slow her down, she stalked over to Sylvia, who was still trying to shake off the effects of the Dropkick.

“You think you can take me down that easily?” Estrina taunted, her voice dripping with fiery defiance. “Newsflash, Sylvia—I'm not some rookie you can push around. I'm gonna make you eat those words!”

She grabbed Castillo by the hair and yanked her to her feet, staring her down with a smirk. “You wanted a fight? Well, you got one, and it’s gonna be the hardest one of your life!” Holding onto Sylvia’s wrist, Estrina pulled her in close and then spun around, using the momentum to whip the other brunette at the turnbuckle with an Irish Whip. Estrina followed right behind, her body turning into a blur as she unleashed a Jumping Knee that crushed Sylvia against the corner post!

Estrina's knee connected with Castillo's chest with a satisfying THUD, driving the air out of the Pain Specialist and leaving her sagging in the ropes. Estrina landed on her feet, wincing as her injured knee flared with pain, but she forced it aside. Instead, she took a step back, raising her arms to rile up the FAWNatics, who roared their approval at the Celestial Stunner's comeback.

“You want more, Castillo?” Estrina shouted, her voice filled with defiant energy. “Let’s see how you handle this!”

Feeding off their enthusiasm, her eyes locking onto Sylvia, who was still slumped in the buckles, trying to catch her breath. A wicked grin spread across the Celestial Stunner’s face as she approached her foe.

“Time to give you a taste of the real deal!” Estrina sneered.

Without warning, she thrust her hand under her arm, swiping a good bit of sweat from her armpit. Sylvia barely had time to register the move before Estrina swung her hand forward and CRACKED it across Sylvia’s face, leaving a damp, stinging hand-print on her cheek.

SIC recoiled in disgust and pain, her eyes wide with fury, but Estrina just smirked down at her, relishing the moment. “How’s that for exposure, huh?” she taunted, watching as Sylvia struggled to push herself up, her cheek burning both from the slap and the humiliation. The FAWNatics exploded with cheers, loving every moment of Estrina’s audacious offense. With Castillo still reeling, Estrina grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her out of the corner, lifting her off her feet before slamming her back down with a wicked Snap Suplex!



SNAP SUPLEX

www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ltyTLw_bho



Sylvia's back arched in pain, her hand reaching for her lower back as she writhed on the mat. But Estrina wasn’t done. She quickly scrambled to verticality, adrenaline pushing her through the pain as she grabbed Sylvia by the hair again, dragging her up before sending her back down with a vicious Body Slam!

Estrina didn’t waste any time after the Body Slam, quickly transitioning into her next move. With Castillo still reeling, the Celestial Stunner picked her up and maneuvered 'round behind, hooking her leg around Sylvia’s thigh to lock her in an Abdominal Stretch. Starfire pulled back hard, wrenching Sylvia’s torso to the side, her opponent’s muscles straining as she tried to resist the hold.

“Feel like quitting, Sylvia?” Estrina growled as she torqued the stretch even further. “This is what happens when you mess with me!”

"Is this the worst you can do? EURGHH...this is basic bitch nonsense!" Sylvia groaned in pain, her face twisted in discomfort as she felt the pressure building in her side. Determined to pour in more pain, Estrina connected her hands behind her back to mount on the pressure! Sylvia's eyes narrowed in desperation. "NO! I WILL NOT QUIT!" Sylvia yelled as she reached out blindly, her hand searching for anything that could give her an advantage, and suddenly her fingers latched onto Estrina's undefended togs.



HAND-CONNECTED ABDOMINAL STRETCH:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGTb0R0VQfc



Before Estrina could react, Sylvia gave a sharp yank, pulling the fabric down and exposing the Celestial Stunner’s right breast to the entire arena!



The FAWNatics gasped in surprise, and Starfire's face turned bright red with embarrassment. The sudden exposure broke her concentration, and she immediately released the Abdominal Stretch, her hands flying to her gear in a frantic attempt to cover herself back up.

“Y-You little—!” Estrina sputtered, trying to pull her togs back into place as quickly as possible.

Sylvia, seizing the opportunity, shoved the discombobulated Estrina as hard as she could. The Pain Specialist used the moment to catch her breath and regain her bearings, while Estrina, still flustered and trying to recover her composure, shot the younger woman a furious glare.

“Whuuh... what a shock.” Castillo huffed as she caught her breath. “The weirdo who loves flicking her sweat in everyone's face can't stand showing a little boob to the world. Never imagined you as a closet prude, Starfire.”

Suit set to rights following the other brunette's obnoxious tugging, Estrina scowled at SIC as she smoothed back her hair with both hands. “And I never expected the brat who won't shut up about her technical skills to yank on my togs when she couldn't wrestle her way out of a hold.”

Sylvia had been smirking, now her expression went ice cold. “You've got no right to criticize my strategy, bitch.” she hissed. “Not when you insist on flying around on a knee that's held together with duct tape and krazy glue.”

Estrina stamped her right foot on the mat to prove it was holding up just fine (the former Lightweight Champion did a masterful job of ignoring the jolt of pain that ran from her knee to her hip and back again), then stepped into the center of the ring. “You want to dish out some constructive criticism, rookie? How about you do it to my face?”

The Princess of Perspiration thought Castillo might hang back or find some other excuse to delay, but the terrible tyro stomped into Estrina's orbit without hesitation and—CRAAACK! Castillo had her hands raised for a clench so it was all the more surprising when she lashed out with a hateful backhanded Bitch Slap that tagged Estrina flush across the cheek!

“Don't think of that as criticism, sweat-stain.” Castillo chirped in the Singaporean's ear. “That's just because I hate your NGH! NGH! NGH!”

Estrina answered with a furious trio of Forearm Smashes to the chin, then looped her right arm around the SIC's noggin and yanked her down into a grinding Side Headlock! “You're gonna learn to shut that disrespectful mouth!” Estrina barked as she grrrrrrrooooouuund the squirming Latina's temple against the point of her right hip. “And if you don't, you'll have plenty of time to practice with your jaw wired shuRRGGHH!”

Castillo slipped out, caught possession of her attacker's right wrist and spun around behind to wrench it up between the Celestial Stunner's shoulders with a stiff Hammerlock. Torquing the hold hard enough to make Starfire go up on tiptoe to relieve some of the hurt, Syl leaned in and hissed, “It's gonna take a lot more talent than you to shut me up, fuckHHMMMMMK!”

Estrina swiped her left hand across her tummy, then reached over her right shoulder and jammed three fingers into the Pain Specialist's mouth! SIC let loose at once, but didn't put more than a step or two between herself and Starfire before the Sweaty Sensation whipped around on her six. Catching Castillo's arm in a Chickenwing rough enough to make the sputtering brunette yelp in pain, Estrina wrapped her right arm around Syl's throat and locked her hands to complete the Crossface Chickenwing!

“Submit!” Estrina demanded as she began to yank her trapped adversary left and right. “Let the whole world know that you can't take it!”

“Eat shit!” Castillo snarled, either to the demand or the approach of Al Carpenter, it was hard to know which. “I'll never tap to a one-legged acrobaTRRRRRGGGHHHHH!”

Starfire shifted her right arm up so the bony ridge of her forearm was snug against the younger wrestler's mouth. A bit of aggressive scrubbing had SIC stamping her feet in anguish, a sight Estrina very much appreciated. “Ask her!” she told Al with a smile. “I think she's feeling a little less confidenOOOOWWWWWW BITCH!”

Sylvia Ivelisse Castillo loathed the taste of Estrina Starfire's sweat with every fiber of her being, yet she was willing to endure such foulness if it meant inflicting a great deal of pain which was why she opened wide and sank her her teeth into the other brunette's encroaching arm! The Celestial Stunner abandoned the Chickenwing at once but couldn't achieve escape velocity before Sylvia flicked her right foot back into that wounded right knee!

Estrina's leg buckled and she might've collapsed on the spot if Castillo hadn't reached over her shoulder with both hands to snag her foe's head in a Three Quarters Facelock. Just like that she dropped to one knee and yanked Estrina over her right shoulder in an involuntary somersault that ended with the former Lightweight Champion THUMPING butt-first to the mat! Starfire grimaced and reached for her lower back only to encounter a more pressing concern when SIC snatched a handful of hair and THWHACKED a vicious Soccer Kick between her shoulders! The swift strike actually succeeded in distracting Estrina from her throbbing knee, unfortunately it also meant that she was still wallowing on the mat when Castillo ran the ropes dead ahead and exploded out to THWHUNK the point of her right knee between the Asian star's eyes!



SIC KNEELIFT:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=-mFZDzxg1ZU



The SIC Kneelift put Estrina flat on her back and in perfect position for a pin, but with three counts rendered meaningless for this particular contest, Castillo only took the lull to smooth down her hair and 'flick' her togs back into place.

After a moment's pause she helped herself to Estrina's right wrist and stood up. Didn't try to peel Starfire off the canvas though. Instead she set her right foot beneath the Celestial Stunner's bicep. From there she wrapped the trapped arm snug against her calf, then she stepped over and pivoted around, the Pain Specialist using her foot and the Wristlock to roll Estrina onto her stomach. Dropping to one knee trapped Estrina's arm in a pincer comprised of Castillo's thigh and calf. Fans of the Black Queen knew exactly what these preparations meant when Syl leaned forward and laid claim to Starfire's right ankle.

“I don't know why you bothered wearing this.” SIC muttered as she slipped a thumb beneath Estrina's knee-pad and pulled it down to expose the wrapped tape beneath. “Or the tape, for that matter. Such precautions suggest you actually give a shit about protecting yourself and we both know that isn't true.”

Estrina gouged her left elbow into the mat and started dragging herself forward, hoping to make as much distance as possible before the other brunette sprang her trap. “You don't know half as much as you think you do, brat.” she growled. “That's why I'm gonna NNNNGGGGGHHH!”

Castillo yanked her opponent's leg up as high as it would go, then THWHUNKED her knee down against the thinly-sheathed plywood! SIC repeated the punishing pounding three more times, then tucked Estrina's shin beneath her left armpit and leeeeeaaaaaaaaaaned backward to really craaaaaaaaaank the Tenebrous Lock!



TENEBROUS LOCK @ 00:35

www.youtube.com/watch?v=MyoxFhi_DH4



“Save your breath!” Castillo told Al when she spotted him coming over to check the situation. “She'll tell you soon enough and you won't have to say a word!”

The sudden, brutal pressure of the Tenebrous Lock sent shockwaves of pain ripping through Estrina's already battered knee, drawing a pained cry from the Celestial Stunner. Sylvia, her face twisted into a sadistic smirk, fed off Estrina's agony, relishing every second as she cranked up the pressure.

"Give it up, Starfire!" Sylvia sneered, her voice laced with venom as she leaned back further, the torque on Estrina's knee intensifying. "Or I’ll rip that knee apart piece by piece!"

Despite the excruciating pain, the Celestial Stunner’s resolve remained ironclad. She clenched her teeth, refusing to let the agony break her spirit. “Not a chance in hell,” Estrina spat, defiance clear in her voice as she battled against the pain.

With no rope breaks in this merciless contest and Sylvia applying crushing strain to her injured knee, Estrina knew she had to act quickly. Survival instincts kicked in as desperation fueled her actions. Reaching back, Estrina’s fingers found their target—Sylvia's hair. With a fierce yank, she pulled hard, tearing at Sylvia’s scalp.

The sudden, sharp pain forced Sylvia to break her concentration. Her grip on Estrina’s leg loosened, just enough for Starfire to exploit. With a pained grunt, she managed to free her leg and roll away, creating much-needed distance between herself and the Pain Specialist.

Estrina struggled to her feet, using the ropes as support, her knee visibly trembling under the weight. But her determination was unwavering. She glared across the ring at Sylvia, who was rubbing the back of her head, irritation and fury etched into her features.

“You’ll need to do better than that to break me, Castillo!” Estrina shouted, her voice fierce despite the throbbing pain in her knee.

Back on her feet, SIC sneered at Estrina, her eyes locked on the injured knee. “We’ll see about that,” she retorted coldly, circling her prey with calculated intent.

In an instant, Sylvia launched herself at Estrina’s weakened leg, gripping it tightly as she threw the Celestial Stunner onto the canvas. Castillo wasted no time, dragging Estrina toward the corner with unyielding force. Starfire, still reeling from the earlier assault, felt desperation creeping in. She knew what was coming if she didn’t act fast.

Sylvia slipped out of the ring, still holding onto Estrina's leg, and positioned herself to slam Estrina's knee against the unforgiving steel ring-post. Estrina’s heart pounded as she saw her leg being lined up with the cold metal.

In a sudden burst of adrenaline-fueled desperation, Starfire acted. With her free leg, she kicked fiercely at Sylvia, struggling to break the hold. Castillo's grip faltered, and with all the might she could muster, Estrina yanked Sylvia forward by the arm she was grasping.

Caught off guard and unable to maintain her balance, Sylvia stumbled forward directly into the post! With a harsh clang, Sylvia’s head collided with the steel, the sound echoing through the arena. Syl recoiled, stunned and disoriented, releasing Estrina’s leg as she clutched her head.

Freed from the hold, Estrina quickly assessed the situation. Using the ropes, she pulled herself up, her knee still weak but her determination holding strong. Seeing Sylvia stagger, trying to shake off the blow, gave Estrina a critical moment to recover.

“You’ll have to try a lot harder than that to take me down!” Estrina yelled, her voice echoing over the crowd’s roars.

As Sylvia tried to regain her bearings, Estrina knew this was her chance. With her knee still throbbing, a high-risk maneuver was out of the question, but the Celestial Stunner wasn’t out of options. She gritted her teeth, pushing through the pain, and slipped out of the ring to confront Castillo directly at ringside.

Estrina closed the gap between them quickly, unleashing a barrage of stiff forearms to Sylvia’s chest and head, each strike resonating with a heavy thud that echoed through the arena. Sylvia, still reeling from the bludgeoning impact, struggled to defend herself, her arms feebly trying to block the relentless assault.

“Not so tough now, are you?” Estrina taunted, punctuating her words with another hard forearm that snapped Castillo's head back.

With Sylvia dazed, Estrina grabbed her by the arm and spun her around, channeling all her frustration and pain into a powerful Irish whip. Sylvia’s body flew towards the guardrail, crashing into it with a sickening BWANG that drew a collective gasp from the audience. SIC slumped against the barricade, gasping for breath, her body wracked with pain.

Estrina, panting heavily, didn’t let up. She approached Sylvia, grabbed her by the hair, and slammed her face-first into the top of the barricade, letting out a primal yell as she did. “This is for every shot at my knee!” she seethed, lifting Castillo's head to slam it down again.

The crowd was on its feet, the atmosphere electric with the intensity of Starfire's resurgence. She stepped back, surveying her handiwork with grim satisfaction, knowing she needed to keep the pressure on and capitalize on Sylvia’s weakened state.

“Come on!” Estrina taunted, beckoning Castillo to fight back, her own pain momentarily forgotten in the heat of battle. The Celestial Stunner circled her opponent, ready to continue her assault.

With Syl leaning heavily against the barricade, visibly shaken from the repeated impacts, Estrina capitalized on her advantage. She swaggered over, her confidence returning in spades. With a mocking sneer, Starfire reached up and deliberately swiped her hand under her armpit—a provocative and humiliating gesture—before bringing her hand down hard across Sylvia’s face with a resounding slap that echoed through the ringside area.

Castillo's head whipped to the side, her face contorted in shock and anger as a red mark quickly formed where the slap had landed. Her eyes flashed with fury, but the daze from the blow kept her from retaliating immediately.

Seizing the moment, Starfire grabbed Sylvia by the head, her fingers tangling in the other brunette's hair to maintain a firm grip. With a swift motion, she pulled Sylvia away from the barricade, spun her around, and hooked her arm around Sylvia’s neck. In a fluid motion, Estrina bent her knees and then snapped upwards, using every ounce of strength she had left to drive Castillo down into a precise Neckbreaker on the thinly padded floor outside the ring.

The impact sent shockwaves through Syl’s body, her neck arching in pain as she hit the ground. Estrina rolled away, pushing herself up to her knees, looking down at Castillo, who lay crumpled and groaning. Estrina’s face was a mask of intensity, her knee still throbbing, but the rush of controlling the match pushed her to keep moving.

Gathering her strength, Estrina grabbed Sylvia, hoisting her slightly groggy opponent back into the ring. Sylvia, still reeling from the punishment outside, struggled weakly against Estrina’s grip but couldn’t muster the energy to break free. Estrina slid in after her, moving with purpose despite the evident pain in her knee.

Once inside the ring, Starfire quickly maneuvered Castillo into position, flipping her onto her stomach. Without wasting a moment, the Celestial Stunner straddled Sylvia’s back, folding one of Sylvia’s legs into hers in a classic STF setup. She then reached forward, gripping Sylvia’s chin with both hands and yanking back, wrenching Sylvia’s neck and spine while her leg pressure threatened to hyper-extend Sylvia’s knee.

STF

www.youtube.com/watch?v=LVUrVh8juBc

The arena’s atmosphere tensed as Estrina leaned in close to Castillo's ear, her voice fierce and commanding. “Say it, Sylvia! Say ‘I quit’!” the Princess of Perspiration demanded, each word punctuated with an increase in pressure as her hands tightened and her leg wrenched further.

Sylvia grimaced, her face contorted in pain as she felt both her neck and leg being tormented. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she clawed at the mat, desperately trying to find some leverage or escape, but Starfire's execution of the STF was meticulous and punishing.

“Never!” she managed to gasp out, her voice strained under the intense pain. The refusal was stubborn, fueled by pride and a determination not to be humiliated by conceding in such a way.

Estrina gritted her teeth, her own pain momentarily forgotten as she focused on making Sylvia submit. “You’ll say it, or I’ll break you!” she hissed, tightening her grip even more, her entire body shaking with the effort of maintaining the hold.

The standoff continued, the crowd’s cheers growing louder, split between those who admired Castillo's resilience and those impressed by Starfire's dominance. Estrina’s resolve was clear: she was ready to push Sylvia to the very limit until she heard those words, 'I quit'.

Using every ounce of resilience and cunning she had left, Sylvia began to pry at Estrina’s fingers, which were clenched tightly around her chin. Each movement was agonizing, but Sylvia’s desperation lent her strength. With a grimace, she managed to wedge her fingers between Estrina’s, slowly loosening the punishing grip.

As Castillo twisted Starfire's fingers back, the sudden pain forced Estrina to loosen her hold on the Facelock. The sharp jolt of pain shooting through her hand made the brunette momentarily flinch, reducing the pressure on Sylvia’s neck and leg just enough for the Pain Specialist to wriggle slightly forward.

Seizing the moment, Syl continued to twist Estrina's fingers, gradually prying them free until the grip broke completely. With a final, desperate push, Sylvia wriggled out from beneath the Celestial Stunner’s clutches, crawling away to safety. Starfire, taken aback by the sudden escape, quickly scrambled to her feet, shaking out her throbbing hand while keeping a wary eye on Sylvia.

Both women were clearly exhausted, their bodies battered and bruised from the intense battle. They stood across from each other, their chests heaving with exertion, eyes locked in a fiery stare-down. The crowd's anticipation grew as they waited to see who would make the next move.

With a fierce cry, they lunged toward each other, meeting in the center of the ring with a clash of forearms. The strikes landed with a sickening thud, each wrestler pouring every ounce of strength they had left into the exchange. The arena echoed with the sound of flesh meeting flesh, the throng roaring with every blow.

Estrina's strikes were sharp and precise, targeting Sylvia's head and chest, each one delivered with the intent to break her down. Sylvia, however, fought back with raw aggression, her forearms hammering into Estrina’s body with unbridled fury. The exchange was evenly matched at first, both women refusing to back down.

But just as Estrina began to gain the upper hand, her strikes landing with increasing force, Castillo saw an opening. She feinted another forearm strike, and as Starfire's prepared to counter, Syl abruptly pivoted and delivered a vicious kick directly to Estrina's compromised right knee.

Estrina let out a sharp cry of pain as that leg buckled and dropped her to one knee. The crowd gasped, watching in stunned silence as Estrina clutched at her knee, the pain nearly overwhelming her.

Sylvia, sensing victory, didn’t waste a second. She followed up with a brutal Kneelift to Estrina’s chin, the impact sending the Celestial Stunner sprawling to the mat, her body crumpling as she fought to regain her senses.

The crowd was a mix of shock and excitement as Syl quickly rolled out of the ring, her eyes scanning the area with malicious intent. Her gaze locked onto something under the ring apron, and she reached down, pulling out a pair of scissors. She held them up for the audience to see, the sharp metal glinting under the lights, and a wave of boos and shouts echoed through the arena.

With the scissors in hand, Castillo slid back into the ring, her steps deliberate as she approached the downed Estrina. Grabbing a handful of Starfire's hair, Syl yanked her head back, exposing her face and ensuring that both Estrina and the entire audience could see the blades clearly.

“You’ve got one chance, Sweatfire.” Sylvia hissed, her voice dripping with venom. “Say ‘I quit,’ or I start cutting. This crowd’s about to see a lot more than they paid for.”

Estrina’s eyes widened with a mix of fury and panic, her mind racing as she struggled against Sylvia’s grip. Her breathing was ragged, pain and indignation burning in her gaze as she processed the threat. The fans were on their feet, some yelling for Estrina to give in, others urging her to find a way out of this precarious situation.

“Never,” Starfire managed to grunt, her voice hoarse but defiant. Despite the danger, her pride and fighting spirit wouldn’t allow her to submit—not like this, not to such a degrading threat.

Castillo's expression hardened, a sinister smile spreading across her face as she tightened her grip on Estrina’s hair, the scissors poised dangerously close to Estrina’s gear, one blade under the strap. The tension in the arena was palpable, every eye locked on the ring, waiting to see if Sylvia would follow through on her threat or if Estrina could somehow escape this dire predicament.

SNIP.

Pandemonium erupted throughout the FAWN Arena as the Red Bride's Daughter cut through the strap on Starfire's left shoulder!

“Come on, Syl.” Al Carpenter dropped to one knee beside his charges to be heard over the roar. “This may be within the letter of the law but it sure as hell goes against the spirit.”

Castillo, who'd been controlling her mount with a sort of half Camel Clutch that saw her right hand snug under the other brunette's chin, yanked back on the grip as she turned her dark eyes to the official. “Oh, and wiping your nasty-ass sweat all over someone is perfectly ok?”

“I didn't say that.” Al replied.

“Spare me.” SIC scoffed as she yanked back on Starfire's chin so she could force brazen eye contact with the fuming former Lightweight Champion. “This bitch wants to play disgusting games? She'll win disgusting prizes.”

Estrina stuck to her work (which at the moment consisted of trying to keep her damaged suit together while also prizing Castillo's hand away from her chin.) but never let her eyes leave the other brunette. “Don't sell yourself short, Sylvia.” she growled. “Making you cry like a baby in front of the whole world is hardly disgustNNNGGGHHH!”

Castillo dropped the Scissors so she could flatten that hand into a paddle and SLAP Starfire's left ear as hard as she could! Head ringing with the force of it, Starfire momentarily forgot about her togs and the Chinlock, thus allowing SIC to switch the latter from her right to left hands. With that done she reached across to reclaim the scissors and—“OOOOWWWWWWWW BITCH!”

Starfire caught hold of her tormentor's wrist and elbow so she could wrench the hand away from her chin! Far more importantly, she paid Castillo back for some previous bad behavior by sinking her teeth into the other wrestler's forearm! Sylvia instinctively forgot about everything save the gnawing and this shift in attention allowed Carpenter to pluck the scissors off the mat without so much as a peep.

“Incompetent bitch!” Castillo snarled. “Let me show you how it's done!” She leaned down and returned the favor just above Estrina's right eyebrow, the Pain Specialist determined to draw blood.

Starfire squealed in agony but didn't give up her own attack. Instead she switched her attention to Castillo's wrist and nibbled even harder—“FUCK!” SIC pulled away with a grimace of disgust, then braced her right hand against the back of Starfire's skull and pushed down hard enough to THWHUMP her forehead against the canvas! Doing so allowed the black-clad battler to pull her hand away from Estrina's maw and upon doing so she rolled away to better ascertain the damage.

The Celestial Stunner did much the same, though where Castillo's ministrations were almost entirely devoted to her hand and forearm, Estrina split her focus between her stinging (though thankfully not lacerated) forehead, devastated right knee, and of course, the ruined left shoulder of her togs. Cursing Castillo's cruel resourcefulness with every fiber of her being, Starfire fumbled for both snipped ends and after a bit of work she managed to knot them toge—“NGGHH!”

SIC stormed over and THWHACKED a vicious kick into the small of her adversary's back! “Don't think so, bitch.” Sylvia swatted the Singaporean's hands away, then undid the knot with a single plucking pull. “You wanted to be the center of the Lightweight Solar System? Well tonight you're getting ALL the attention!”

Plunging her hands into Estrina's hair, the second generation superstar hauled the limping brunette to verticality, then halved her grip so she could hook onto Starfire's top and pull—Estrina snapped her head forward and THWHUNKED her nemesis between the eyes as hard as she could!

Castillo stumbled backward, staring at Estrina with furious, watery eyes. Starfire blew her a kiss in response, then lunged forward and went low to avoid the Haymaker Sylvia fired at her jaw. Doing her best not to whimper with every jolting step of her right leg, Starfire hit the ropes and came out twice as fast, the hitch seeming to melt away as she raced toward Castillo and took to the skies. Still off balance from the Headbutt and errant strike, SIC noted the incoming threat but didn't have enough time to get out of the—THWHACK! Starfire caught the other brunette's chin with a Starstruck using her uninjured left knee!

STARSTRUCK:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wrn-k3TPel4

Castillo went down like a sack of mail and Estrina wasted no time in covering her, the exhausted battler sliding into place and hooking the far leg before she remembered a pin meant nothing to night. Tossing the limb down in disgust, she leaned back on her haunches and retied the knot as best she could before tugging everything into something approximating the factory pre-set.

“Suuuuhhhhh.... so you want to win this on the mat, is that it?” Starfire huffed to Castillo as she crawled into position above the Mexican's head. “How do you feel about losing it on the mat?”

“Luuuhhh... like I'm gonna lose to a one-legged acrobaTEEERRRGGHHHHHH!”

Estrina snatched a double handful of hair, yanked Sylvia to a seat and slipped a Bodyscissors around her waist. In the next instant she hooked her right arm around the other woman's throat and pressed her left hand against the back of Castillo's skull. With Sylvia's chin snuggled into the crook of her elbow, Estrina gripped her own left bicep and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed down while simultaneously pushing forward on the Sleeper. “I know you think you're too tough to tap out.” the Princess of Perspiration murmured in her foe's ear. “But I think you will, just to avoid taking a nap. After all, who knows what I might do if I get my hands on those scissors!”

Sylvia thought Starfire was full of shit and longed to tell her so, but she wasn't about to waste any oxygen on words when she mired in so snug a hold. To that end she wrapped her left hand around Estrina's forearm and fought to slip her fingers between the strangling limb and her own neck, anything to create a little separation. Elsewhere she balled her right hand into a fist and reached forward as best she could to deliver a whole flurry of awkward punches to the side of her attacker's right knee!

Estrina grimaced and shook her head 'no', the tenacious grappler unwilling to loosen her hooks regardless of the damage to her knee. Knowing full well she wasn't going to get disqualified for roughhousing, she wrapped a length of Castillo's ponytail around her left hand and jerked it this way and that! After several seconds of that she relinquished the hair-hold and helped herself to a pincer on Sylvia's nose, which she proceeded to twist like she meant to break it clean off!

“QUIT!” Starfire squeezed the Bodyscissors a little tighter and was delighted to feel an awful cough rack her opponent's svelte frame. “Before I take years off your career, damMRRRRRHHHHHH!”

Castillo couldn't escape the Sleeper but she could worm her thumb under Estrina's right kneepad and from there it was no challenge at all to gouge away at the pit of that vulnerable joint. Adding insult to injury, Syl pulled her left hand away from Starfire's forearm and brazenly raised a middle finger only inches from the Celestial Stunner's no—“AAAAAARRRRRHHHHH!”

SIC shrieked in surprised anguish when Estrina abandoned the nose twist to draaaaaaaaaaag her talons across the other brunette's eyes! After that she grabbed a huge handful of the Mexican's hair and pushed her head forward, Starfire effectively giving up on the Sleeper so she could pwak-pwak-PWAK a series of heavy Forearm Smashes into the base of Castillo's neck. One more hair-pull wrenched Syl's head back in the opposite direction and the FAWNatics went nuts when Estrina looped her right arm around the other brunette's noggin to secure the Inverted Facelock!

PITS OF STARFIRE:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=el0ZGxXbyaw

Baring her teeth in ferocious delight as Castillo's screams were muffled by the Pits of Starfire, Estrina rocked in place and worked her constricting arm from side to side to better scrub Sylvia's mouth and nose. “Don't you dare tap out!” the Singaporean Stunner barked at her writhing adversary. “You SAY it or you're not going anywhere! And everyone better hear it! The ref, the front row, the cheap seats, and the concession stands! EVERYONE'S gonna hear you qu—I DON'T THINK SO!”

Sylvia's left hand tried to swipe across Estrina's eyes, but the former Lightweight Champ saw it coming and she turned her head to the side at the last instant! A few more attempts yielded no results and her slowed movements told Starfire she was starting to succumb so she bore down on the Bodyscissors and wrenched back on the—Castillo reached across with her right hand, grabbed hold of the makeshift knot Starfire had tied on her left shoulder and snapped it off with a single convulsive YANK!

Their current position meant the malicious wardrobe destruction didn't show anything off, but Estrina shifted in reaction to the attack and that's when SIC sank her teeth into underside of the other brunette's right bicep! “FAAAAAAAAHHHHK!” Estrina tried to hold on, alas the pain in her arm was growing steadily worse and Castillo had once again focused her left hand on that damaged right knee, the Pain Specialist just hammering away until—Estrina's legs popped open, allowing Sylvia to roll backward to escape the Inverted Facelock and finish up kneeling above her rival's head.

Shrieking down into Starfire's dazed face, SIC grabbed a double fistful of hair, yanked Estrina's head up off the mat, then drove it back down with a resounding THWHUMP! She repeated this tactic half a dozen more times and would've made it a full baker's dozen if Estrina hadn't managed to twist loose and tumble onto her stomach.

Allowing herself just a moment to wipe the disgusting woman's sweat from her face, Sylvia flicked it away with a grimace before she snatched hold of Estrina's right shoulder-strap and pulled it down to her elbow! From there she hunkered forward and looped her arms around Starfire's head and left arm, Castillo locking her hands in an S-clasp beneath her opponent's chin. In the same breath she tumbled forward into a beautiful bridge, Sylvia balancing on the crown of her skull and the toes of her boots to craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaank Starfire's upper body off the mat at a horrible angle.

NO CHANCERY IN HELL:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=-1MIAA1C-Oo

“SCREAM ALL YOU WANT!” Castillo bellowed over the massed concern of the FAWNatics. “I'M NOT LETTING GO UNTIL I HEAR SIRENS!”

Estrina's situation was dire as Sylvia locked in the brutal submission, her body contorted at a painful angle, her already loosened shoulder strap slipping further down her arm. The FAWNatics' concern was palpable as they watched their hero trapped in the vicious hold, her face twisted in agony.

As the pressure mounted, Starfire's vision began to blur, the pain almost too much to bear. But somewhere deep inside, a spark of defiance flared. With her free hand, she clawed at the mat, trying to find some leverage to relieve the pressure on her back and neck. Realizing she needed something more drastic to escape, Starfire's hand suddenly shot up, finding Castillo's face. Without hesitation, Estrina raked her nails across Sylvia's eyes and cheeks, her fingers digging into Syl's skin with desperate ferocity. SIC let out a scream of pain and fury, her grip on Starfire's neck weakening as she instinctively brought her hands up to protect her face. The vicious attack momentarily blinded Sylvia, causing her to lose control of the hold.

Seizing the opportunity, Starfire twisted her body sharply, using the momentum to roll them both over and break free of the submission. Summoning the last of her strength, Estrina pivoted around, her body draping across Castillo's. The crowd, sensing the shift in momentum, roared in anticipation as Starfire reached for Sylvia’s head, determined to make her pay for the punishment she had endured.

With a fierce determination, Estrina repositioned herself, sliding her arm under Sylvia's chin and locking in a tight Inverted Facelock. She then rolled Castillo onto her side and pressed her armpit tightly against Sylvia’s face, reapplying her signature move—the Pits of Starfire. The brunette's eyes went wide with panic as the realization of what was happening set in. She struggled violently, but Estrina held firm, squeezing her opponent’s head against her armpit with all the strength she could muster.

The crowd erupted, cheering wildly as Estrina cranked up the pressure, determined to suffocate Sylvia into submission. "Say it, Sylvia!" Starfire demanded, her voice hoarse but filled with fiery determination. "Say ‘I quit,’ or I’ll make sure everyone sees you pass out right here!"

Sylvia’s muffled cries were barely audible as she desperately tried to escape the smothering hold, her hands clawing at Estrina’s arm, but it was no use. The Celestial Stunner had the move locked in tight, and she wasn’t about to let Castillo slip away again. As the seconds ticked by, SIC's struggles grew weaker, her energy sapped by the lack of oxygen and the relentless pressure of the Pits of Starfire. Her legs kicked feebly, and her arms began to drop, the fight slowly draining from her body.

"Come on, Sylvia!" Estrina barked, her voice filled with both anger and exhaustion. "You wanted to break me? Well, let’s see you survive this!"

Clocking Sylvia’s fading resistance, Al Carpenter knelt down beside them, his eyes darting between the two competitors. "What do you say, Sylvia? Do you quit?"

Sylvia’s response was a choked, incoherent sound as she tried to shake her head, but her movements were sluggish, and her strength was rapidly fading.

Starfire tightened the hold even more, determined to force the surrender. "SAY IT!" she demanded, her voice a final command as she pressed her armpit harder against Sylvia’s face, cutting off the last of her air.

The arena was deafening as the fans watched in anticipation, knowing that the end was near. Sylvia’s struggles slowed to a stop, her body going limp in Estrina’s grasp.

The crowd held its breath, expecting the match to end. But even as Al checked Sylvia's condition and her hand dropped lifelessly to the mat three times, Starfire knew that victory wouldn't come that easily. This wasn't a standard match—she couldn't win by knockout. The brat had to say the words: "I quit."

Realizing what needed to be done, the Celestial released the Pits of Starfire and rolled off Sylvia, her own body trembling with exhaustion. She glanced at Carpenter, who looked back at her with uncertainty. The rules were clear: no submission meant no victory.

With a frustrated groan, Estrina pushed to her feet, her mind racing for a solution. She looked down at Castillo, who was completely out, then turned her gaze to ringside. A plan quickly formed in her mind.

Limping slightly from the damage to her knee, Estrina slid out of the ring and made her way to the Announcer's table. She grabbed a bottle of water that had been left there, unscrewing the cap with quick, determined motions. The FAWNatics buzzed curiously, wondering what she had in mind.

With the bottle in hand, Starfire returned to the ring and knelt beside Syl, who was still unconscious. She carefully poured a stream of cold water over Castillo's face, the shock of the liquid causing the Pain Specialist to stir. Sylvia’s eyes fluttered open, her body twitching as she gasped and spluttered, coming back to consciousness.

“Wake up, brat.” Estrina muttered, her voice a mix of exhaustion and determination. “You’re not getting out of this that easily.”

Sylvia, disoriented and weak, tried to gather her bearings, her eyes wide with embarrassment as she realized what had happened. But before she could fully recover, Estrina tossed the bottle aside and immediately grabbed her by the hair, pulling her into a sitting position.

“You’re going to say it, brat.” Estrina hissed, her voice low and dangerous. “I’m not stopping until you do.”

With Castillo still dazed, Starfire wrapped an arm around her neck, threatening to press her armpit against her rival’s face, reapplying the Pits of Starfire with renewed ferocity.

“Say it!” Estrina demanded, squeezing the hold even tighter. “Say ‘I quit’!”

Just as Estrina was about to lock in the Pits of Starfire for the third time, Sylvia twisted her head to the side and, in a desperate move, sank her teeth into Estrina’s arm!

The sudden, sharp pain shot through Estrina's body, causing her to let out a cry of shock and pain. Sylvia's teeth dug in deep, her jaws clenching down with all the strength she could muster. Estrina, completely caught off guard, immediately released her hold and tried to pull her arm away, but Sylvia held on like a pit-bull, refusing to let go.

“Get off!” Starfire shouted, her voice a mix of pain and fury as she desperately tried to shake Sylvia off. With a final, frantic yank, Estrina managed to rip her arm free from Sylvia's maw, stumbling back as she clutched the now throbbing and reddened area. The pain was intense, and Estrina's eyes flashed with anger and disbelief at Sylvia's savage tactic.

Sylvia, having freed herself from Estrina’s clutches, rolled away and quickly pushed herself up to her knees. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a sneer forming on her lips despite her own exhaustion. The bite had given her the crucial opening she needed, and she wasn’t about to waste it.

“Idiot.” Sylvia spat, her voice ragged but defiant. “Only you would try to force a verbal surrender with a fucking smother.”

Estrina, still reeling from the bite, glared daggers at SIC, her chest heaving as she tried to regain her composure.

As Sylvia charged toward Estrina, the Celestial Stunner stood her ground, and in a swift and fluid motion, Estrina scooped Sylvia up mid-charge, lifted her off the mat with surprising strength. The crowd erupted as Estrina held Sylvia aloft for a brief moment before driving her headfirst into the canvas with a devastating Michinoku Driver.



MICHINOKU DRIVER

www.youtube.com/watch?v=KpiUpquCUfk



The impact was thunderous, Sylvia's body crumpling on the mat, her head and neck taking the brunt of the move. The FAWNatics were on their feet at once, the sound of the impact echoing through the arena as Starfire clambered to boot-leather, her eyes blazing with determination.

Not wasting a second, Estrina limped toward the corner, her injured knee protesting every step, but she ignored the pain. She knew this was her moment to put Castillo away for good. Climbing to the top rope, she balanced herself carefully, the crowd buzzing with anticipation. With a deep breath, Estrina launched herself into the air, executing her signature move—the Solar Flare. Her body twisted gracefully in midair before crashing down onto Sylvia’s prone form, the impact driving the air from Sylvia’s lungs.



SOLAR FLARE

www.youtube.com/watch?v=jFyx5hy3z7s



Estrina rolled off her opponent, breathing heavily as she slowly pushed herself to her knees. She grabbed the microphone from Carpenter, who had been standing by, and leaned over Sylvia, holding the mic close to her face.

“Say it!” Estrina demanded, her voice filled with authority and exhaustion. “Say you quit!”

Sylvia, barely breathing, her body wracked with pain from the relentless assault, blinked slowly as she tried to focus on the words. The crowd waited with bated breath, the tension in the arena palpable.

With a pained expression, Castillo summoned what little strength she had left, her voice barely a whisper as she managed to croak out a response.

“Fuck off.”

The words, though faint, were laced with pure defiance. The crowd erupted into a mix of gasps and cheers, both impressed by Sylvia’s resilience and shocked by her audacity. Starfire's eyes narrowed in frustration, the exhaustion and fury clear on her face.

Determined to finally put Castillo away, Starfire made her way back to the corner, the crowd rallying behind her as she climbed the ropes once again. Her body ached, her knee throbbed, but she pushed through the pain, knowing that this next move could be the one to end it all. Estrina balanced herself on the top rope, taking a moment to steady her breath before launching herself into the air for another Solar Flare.

The FAWNatics erupted as Estrina soared through the air, her body twisting beautifully as she prepared to crash down onto Sylvia for the second time. But just as she was about to connect, Castillo managed to pull her knees up at the last possible second.

Estrina’s eyes widened in shock as she realized what was about to happen, but it was too late to adjust her landing. She crashed down hard onto Sylvia’s raised knees, the impact driving all the air from her lungs and sending a jolt of pain through her midsection. The force of the collision left Starfire gasping, her body recoiling from the blow as she rolled off Syl and clutched her ribs in agony.

The Slaybor Day throng let out a collective gasp, the sound of the impact echoing through the arena. Sylvia, though clearly battered and exhausted, smirked slightly through her own pain while Estrina twitched on the mat. Using the ropes for support, SIC slowly began to pull herself up, her movements sluggish from the punishment she'd endured.

With a grim determination, she honed in on Estrina’s already injured right leg.

Grabbing Estrina's right ankle, Castillo viciously stretched out her leg, ignoring Estrina’s groan of protest. Without hesitation, Sylvia began stomping down on Estrina's knee and thigh, each brutal stomp sending shockwaves of pain through Starfire's already damaged limb. The crowd winced with each blow, the sound of Sylvia’s boot meeting flesh and bone echoing through the arena.

Estrina’s cries of pain grew louder with each blow, her hands instinctively reaching out to try to shield her leg, but Sylvia was relentless. Satisfied with the damage she’d inflicted, Castillo then dragged Estrina by the leg toward the corner of the ring. The Celestial Stunner tried to resist, clawing at the mat, but Sylvia’s grip was ironclad.

With a sneer, Syl slipped out of the ring, still holding Estrina’s right leg. She positioned herself by the ring-post, pulling Estrina’s leg through the ropes. Sensing trouble ahead, the crowd buzzed anxiously.

Castillo took a deep breath, then with a sudden burst of power, she yanked Starfire's leg and slammed it viciously against the unforgiving steel post! Estrina screamed in agony, the pain in her knee now excruciating, both hands flying to clutch at her leg as she writhed on the canvas. But Sylvia wasn’t finished, not by a long shot. With a sadistic smile, SIC grabbed Estrina’s leg again, threading it around the ring post. Then, in a move that drew gasps from the capacity crowd, Sylvia crossed Starfire's legs and dropped into a seated position, locking her into a Figure Four Leg-Lock around the steel post. The excruciating hold sent a fresh wave of pain through Estrina’s body, her screams echoing throughout the arena as she desperately tried to pry her legs free.



RINGPOST FIGURE FOUR LEG-LOCK

www.youtube.com/watch?v=E5aYhuzanrQ

“Quit, Starfire!” Sylvia shouted, her voice filled with venom. “Quit, or I’ll snap that knee in half!”

Estrina, her face contorted in pain, shook her head furiously, refusing to give Castillo the satisfaction. The pain was unbearable, her knee feeling as if it were on the verge of shattering, but still, she wouldn’t quit. She clawed at the mat, trying to drag herself closer to the ropes, anything to relieve the pressure, but Syl’s hold was too strong.

The crowd was on their feet, some urging Estrina to hang on, others screaming for her to quit before permanent damage was done. But Starfire's stubbornness, her refusal to give in, kept her locked in the torturous hold, even as her vision blurred from the intensity of the pain.

Sylvia, her arms shaking from the effort, kept the hold locked in tight, her face twisted with the exertion and malevolence. She was determined to make Estrina scream those two words, no matter what it took.

Despite the excruciating pain coursing through her right leg, Starfire refused to quit. Tears streamed down her face as she cried out in agony, her resolve unyielding even as her body screamed for relief. Castillo, hanging upside down outside the ring with the torturous hold still cinched in tight, sneered as she poured on the pressure, trying to force those two words out of Estrina’s mouth.

“Quit, damn you!” she hissed, her own arms trembling from the effort of maintaining the hold. The blood was rushing to her head, making her vision swim, but she kept her grip firm, determined to break Estrina’s spirit.

But Starfire, through the tears and the overwhelming pain, shook her head violently. “Never!” she sobbed, her voice choked with emotion and pain, yet still filled with a fierce, unbroken defiance.

Castillo frustration grew as Estrina’s resolve only seemed to strengthen. The pressure on her own body from being inverted, the blood pounding in her skull, became too much to bear. Despite her best efforts, Sylvia felt her strength waning, the position taking its toll on her. Finally, with a snarl of disgust, SIC was forced to release the hold. She uncrossed Estrina’s legs and dropped to the floor outside the ring, breathing heavily as she closed her eyes to clear the dizziness caused by the blood rushing to her brain. The pain in her own limbs from maintaining the punishing hold was evident, but it paled in comparison to the irritation she felt at being unable to break Estrina.

Estrina, now free from the torturous hold, immediately curled into a ball, clutching her battered leg as tears of pain and relief streamed down her face. Her knee was throbbing, her entire leg felt like it was on fire, but she had refused to give in. The crowd erupted in a mix of cheers and gasps, amazed by Estrina’s resilience and the sheer brutality of the match.

Sylvia, now understanding that this lunatic had no interest in wrestling beyond tonight, knew she had to up the ante. As she regained her breath and composure, she glanced around ringside and spotted something that would help her finish the job. With a cold, determined expression, Castillo reached under the ring apron and pulled out a steel chair. The throng erupted in a mixture of boos and anxious anticipation as Syl held the chair aloft, a sadistic smirk playing on her lips. Estrina, still struggling to get to her feet inside the ring, saw the chair and her heart raced, knowing the brutal intentions behind it.

Sliding back into the ring with the chair in hand, the Pain Specialist wasted no time. She stalked toward Starfire, who was barely able to stand, her right knee a throbbing mess of pain. Sylvia's eyes locked onto that injured knee, her dark eyes dancing as she closed in on her target.

"You're going to wish you quit." she sneered, raising the chair high above her head. Before Estrina could react, Castillo brought the chair crashing down on Castillo's right knee with a sickening BWANG. The impact sent a jolt of white-hot pain through Estrina's leg, and she screamed in agony, collapsing to the mat as she clutched the mangled joint

With Estrina writhing in agony on the mat, her right knee all but destroyed by the Vicious Vivisectionist's relentless assault, Sylvia knew it was time to bring this farce to a close. The cold fury in her eyes was matched by the sadistic smirk on her face as she casually tossed the chair onto the canvas, positioning it for her next devastating move.

The crowd's anxiety reached a fever pitch as Castillo reached down and grabbed a handful of Estrina’s hair, forcefully yanking her to her feet. Starfire, barely able to stand, her body trembling from the pain, offered little resistance as Sylvia set her up for what she knew would be the end.

"You brought this on yourself." Sylvia hissed, her voice dripping with venom. She hooked Estrina's arm over her shoulder and wrapped her arm around the other brunette's neck, setting her up for the Impending Doom. The crowd collectively held their breath, realizing the brutality that was about to unfold. With a sudden, powerful lift, Sylvia hoisted Estrina off the mat, spinning her in mid-air. The arena seemed to go silent for a split second as Syl brought Starfire THAWHUNKING down onto the seat of the chair! The impact was horrifying, Estrina's head spiking onto the metal with brutal precision. The force of the move left her body crumpled and motionless on the canvas, the crowd reacting with a mixture of gasps and boos.

IMPENDING DOOM

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Estrina lay lifeless on the mat, her body sprawled out, the steel chair now slightly bent from the devastating impact. Sylvia, breathing heavily, stood over her fallen opponent, her expression a mix of satisfaction and determination. She knew this had to be it. Estrina couldn't possibly take any more.

Grabbing the microphone from an ashen Al Carpenter, SIC knelt beside Estrina’s motionless form, her voice dripping with malice as she leaned in close. "Say it, Starfire." she growled into the mic, her breath hot against Estrina's ear. "Say 'I quit,' or I swear to god they'll take you out of here on a stretcher.”

The FAWNatics watched in stunned silence, the tension in the arena palpable. Estrina’s chest rose and fell weakly, her eyes fluttering open, unfocused and glazed with pain. The mic was pressed to her lips, but there was no sound. She was barely conscious, her body and spirit pushed to the absolute limit.

But even now, in the face of certain defeat, Estrina’s lips moved, forming the words that would decide the match. Sylvia leaned in closer, straining to hear the inevitable submission.

Estrina’s voice was barely a whisper, ragged and broken, however the words that escaped her lips were not what Sylvia expected.

“...go...to...hell…”

The defiance in her voice, though faint, was unmistakable. The crowd erupted in a mix of cheers and gasps, stunned (and a little terrified) by Estrina’s refusal to quit even after everything she'd endured.

Castillo ran a hand over her mouth, nodded, then stood up and gave the microphone to Al Carpenter without looking in his direction. “Hold this, please.”

Al did as bade despite obvious reservations which meant both of Sylvia's hands were free to pull her left knee-pad down over the top of her boot. Once that was done she did the same to Starfire's right knee-pad, Syl tugging the protective sleeve down so low it was only a little above the other brunette's ankle.

Head still foggy in the wake of that awful Brainbuster, Estrina still clocked incoming trouble and managed to sit up, the former Lightweight Champion grabbing hold of Castillo's hair with one hand so she could hold her steady for a Forearm Sma—NO!

Sylvia already had possession of her foe's right ankle and she stood tall despite the hair-hold, the Pain Specialist willing to sacrifice a few dark strands to fully claim the high ground. Up on tiptoe the instant she was free, Castillo dropped back the way she'd came and THUMPED her bare left knee into the side of Starfire's heavily taped right knee! Grinding the bony joint back and forth even as Estrina writhed like she'd been touched with defibrillator paddles, SIC yanked up and down on her attacker's ankle, then got up and repeated the simple tactic twice more in rapid succession!

“What was that?” Sylvia asked the Celestial Stunner as she switched her grip from the Singaporean's ankle to her heel and toes. Squeezing hard on both ends, she wrenched Starfire's ankle this way and that to add another dimension to her torture. “You were speaking so softly earlier, I didn't quite hear what you said. Repeat if for me, if you wou—”

“Yuuuhhhh... you heard me, you sadistic bitcEEERRRGGGHHHH!” Starfire bit down on her own elbow-pad to keep from shrieking herself hoarse when Castillo put even more weight on her damaged knee.

“Interesting. You can certainly scream at full volume. Stands to reason you'd be able to NGH!”

Starfire pushed up on her left elbow and lashed out with an awkward slap that caught her tormentor across the back of the head. “I said you can go to hell!” she barked at the snarling brunette. “But make sure to kiss my sweaty ass on your way out because I'll NEVER FUCKING QUIAAAAARRRRRHHHHHHHH!”

Sylvia forced her opponent's lower leg against the mat, then set her foot atop Starfire's ankle to ensure she couldn't get away. Just like that she leapt into the air and came down stretched out full length, every bit of the second generation superstar's hundred and thirteen pounds THWHAMMING down across the side of Estrina's right knee! Starfire rolled onto her left side and pulled the devastated limb up tight against her chest so she could do something, anything, to manage the pain inflicted by her adversary.

As for SIC, she stood up and turned her attention to the zebra. “Try to make her understand the situation.” Sylvia grabbed the discarded chair, then opened it with an ominous 'CLANK' that set the FAWNatics on edge until she sat down in it. Elbows on knees, Castillo added, “Ten seconds to make her see reason, Algernon Carpenter. If you can't convince her to quit, I'm going to get back to work. And I won't waste any more oxygen asking.”

Wearing the grim expression of a man burdened with an impossible task, the ref hurried over to Starfire and knelt down beside her. “Sylvia wants to know if you quit, Estrina.”

The Princess of Perspiration balled her right hand into a fist and pointed it toward SIC with the middle finger raised defiantly.

The crowd cheered wildly, though not so loud that the ref didn't hear Sylvia call out, “ONE... TWO... THREE... try harder, Mr. Carpenter.”

“Estrina, I can't call this match without a verbal surrender from either of you. Passing out won't stop a damned thing as you well know and Sylvia will not—”

“FOUR... FIVE... SIX... You disappoint me, Mr. Carpenter.” Castillo noted. “I'd have thought a man who landed Jenny Jacobs would've been far more persuas—”

“Shut your goddamned mouth!” Estrina barked at the Pain Specialist as she managed to roll to one knee in an awkward, spasmodic lurch. “You think he's gonna talk me into quitting when you couldn't get the job done? Think again, rook—”

“Why don't you try to look me in the eye when you talk back to me you helpless piece of shit?” Sylvia hissed. “Now, where was I? Ahh, that's right... SEVEN... EIGHT... NINE...”

Estrina grabbed Al's shoulder and used it to push herself to verticality amidst a roar of delight from those assembled.

Still seated as the Celestial Stunner hobbled her way, Castillo counted, “TEN.” then launched herself outta the chair with upraised claws aimed at Stafire's eyes—NO! Estrina sprang off her left foot in the damndest one-legged leap frog anyone had ever seen! The acrobatic evasion sent SIC shooting beneath the blue-clad brune—OR NOT! Sylvia hadn't expected such a move from a woman with one good leg, but that didn't mean she couldn't respond, as Estrina and the FAWNatics discovered when she caught Starfire's right ankle in the crook of her left elbow. Twisting around on her heel as she passed beneath the Asian Sensation, SIC kicked both feet backward and dropped flat on her belly to bring the other brunette back to the canvas with an ingenious Leg Pick that THWHAMMED the vulnerable high-flier down flat on her face, chest, and belly!

Back on her feet in the blink of an eye, Sylvia caught hold of Starfire's right ankle and draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggged the twitching wreckage to the opposite side of the squared circle. Once there she draped her rival's ankle over the middle strand and promptly helped herself to the bottom rope, which she tugged up far enough to hook over the back of Estrina's ankle to catch her foot in a rubber-coated trap. Quite satisfied with her work, Castillo flattened one hand into a paddle and brought it CRAAACKING down on her foe's buns!

Starfire yelped and reached back with her left hand presumably to guard against more spanking though it turned out to be unnecessary as Sylvia simply turned around and ran the ropes to her foe's left. Those assembled for Slaybor Day roared at the top of their lungs in hopes of lending some of their accumulated energy to the Princess of Perspiration, alas Castillo's snare held fast even when she hopped up and THWHAPPED the soles of her boots into the side of Starfire's knee!

The pinpoint delivery of the Dropkick crumpled Estrina to her chest, the former Lightweight Champ sobbing in agony as she buried both hands in her hair in an effort to spread out the pain. Seemingly oblivious to these meager defenses, SIC returned to boot-leather and hit the ropes she'd so recently vaca—THWHAP! The second Dropkick hit harder than the first, as evidenced by Castillo having to grab hold of the bottom and middle ropes to ensure they didn't thrum back to their previous, far less useful alignment.

Letting go only when she was satisfied it would still hold, the Red Bride's Daughter made a third trip to the ropes only this time came back and grabbed hold of the top rope in both hands, all the better to hop onto the second strand. Bouncing off immediately thereafter, the usually grounded grappler got some serious elevation before she came down and THWHUMPED her left knee into the pit of that ruined joint!

SLINGSHOT KNEEDROP LEG-BREAKER:

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The Kneedrop wrenched Starfire's leg out of the strands and she started to curl up at once only to wail piteously when Castillo grabbed hold of her boot and dragged her around in a half circle while stamping out to the middle of the squared circle. Lifting Estrina's right leg as high as she could manage, SIC draped the limb across her shoulders so the pit of the other brunette's knee was snug against the nape of her neck. Dropping to one knee immediately thereafter, Sylvia tumbled forward in a slick little somersault that rolled Estrina onto her stomach and set the Pain Specialist up on her foe's left flank with Starfire's right leg still wrenched around the back of her head.

At first it looked quite similar to Olivia Dare's dreaded 'Oli-viaticum,' but Sylvia's path diverged from the Oncoming Storm's when she reached out with her left hand and grabbed hold of Starfire's right wrist. Pulling back on the wrist in such a way that drew Estrina onto her back, SIC stretched out on her back and hooked her left leg over the Celestial Stunner's throat. Setting her left heel atop her right thigh leg Castillo sit up and craaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnk down on the helpless leg while simultaneously squeeeeeeeezing Estrina's skull hard enough to force her up into a bridge, the Princess of Perspiration balancing on the crown of her skull and the toe of her left boot!

RED BRIDE'S TRAP @ 00:20

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“STAAAAAAAHP!” Starfire moaned as her knee and neck were pitilessly punished. “STAAAAAAAAHHP, I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT!” she flattened her left hand and swatted Sylvia's encroaching shin over and over again.

Al saw this and almost threw a signal to the Timekeeper before he remembered the stipulation. He would've reminded Estrina of it if Sylvia hadn't beaten him to it.

“Not enough, puta!” she sneered. “You know what I need to hear!”

Starfire choked on a softball-sized lump in her throat before another hellacious yank helped her cough it up. “I quit.” she groaned. “I QUIT!”

Castillo looked to Al for confirmation, but the lanky zebra had already turned to the Timekeeper. A moment later the bell sounded and the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via verbal concession... SYLVIA IVELISSE CASTILLO!”

Syl released her hooks and pivoted to one knee, the victorious brunette looking on with hateful, avid curiosity as no less than three medics dove under the bottom rope and set about tending to her hobbled rival. She was still watching them work when Carpenter came over and offered a hand. Taking it without comment, she got to her feet and allowed him to raise her hand, SIC only turning her attention to the crowd when they directed a whole torrent of jeers her way. Dismissing them with a snort, she pulled away from Al and strolled over to claim the mic that'd been discarded earlier in the battle.

“Let me be perfectly clear.” she called over the disappointed vitriol. “I am aware that this ring is composed of many different elements. There's the steel of the posts, the wood of the apron, and the cables that keep everything so nicely contained. Many of my Lightweight sisters love to lay claim possession of these elements for their very own, especially the idiots that can't land the tiniest bit of offense without first executing a floor routine just because they can. I find this sort of thing foolish in the extreme, but I'm not above indulging a brat's whims if it keeps her out of my way. In truth, there's only ONE thing in this ring that I claim as my own.”

Sylvia Ivelisse Castillo dropped to one knee and ran her free hand over the canvas. “This is mine. The rest of you tumbling clowns can battle it out over who owns the sky, the top turnbuckle, or the ropes, you won't hear a word of complaint from me. Just know that the instant you touch this canvas, you're encroaching on MY property. And any insolent bitch that doesn't show the proper respect? Well...” Syl traced a hand across her sweat-dappled midsection, then turned and 'flicked' the gathered mist in the direction of Estrina and the EMT's.

“I just took Starfire's knee. Just imagine what I could take from you.”

With that she tossed the mic to Al and quickly vacated the shot, Castillo happy to make a quiet exit while the FAWNatics and everyone watching at home was occupied watching Estrina's attendants slide her onto a stretcher so she could get to the infirmary without putting any weight on that knee.

Certainly not a pleasant image, but no doubt one that still lingered long after the broadcast cut to a video package hyping up tonight's Tag Team Title bout.