Post by SammieSinclair on Dec 13, 2014 12:05:06 GMT
The crowd was still buzzing over the threatening message from Delilah Lyman but they quieted down when the Announcer said, “Ladies and gentlemen it is time for our Main Event! Introducing first, hailing from Belasco Maine, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-three pounds. Coming to us courtesy of the Jungle, they call her Miss Murder, ELISE WINTERREST!”
Boos rained down from all corners and louder than they’d been all night. Whereas Mallory’d earned a pass because she was a Babyface (and teaching Piper Sexton a lesson to boot) the Albuquerque regulars had no love for the icy brunette. With no music or lights to accompany her, Elise brushed through the curtain and stepped onto the small stage to get a better look at these so called… people. Dark of eye, hair and humour and heart, Winterrest’s fair skin made her a cruel shard of winter blown in off the howling winds outside. Rolling her eyes at the cretins who dared cheer against her, Winterrest started toward the squared circle, taking great care to avoid several hands extended in her direction.
ELISE WINTERREST:
For her encounter with the local favourite, the bendy-backed brunette wore a short shift of black silk that shined like oil in the flickering red light. Dresses were usually frowned upon as ring attire but this one earned a pass from the haters because they could see the small black pads at knee and elbow and the matching boots that stopped just shy of the knee. There was something written in red on her boots -- ‘REDRUM’.
Almost to the ring now, Elise paused in front of one of the mindlessly jeering idiots but when he leaned forward to give her a piece of his (admittedly small) mind, she moved in close and held a finger to his lips, a beguiling bit of control that silenced him quite effectively. Gone before he had a chance to do anything more than blink, Miss Murder ascended the steps in silence, slipped between the ropes and claimed the centre of the ring as her own.
A hand went to the nape of her neck and stayed there as Winterrest turned to all four sides of the arena, the wicked brunette meticulous in deciding who deserved the full force of her regard. Finally settling on the side opposite the hard camera, she tugged at an unseen knot and the silk puddled around her feet to leave the newcomer clad in a halter-style black one piece cut high over the hips and low across the back. Its most striking feature however was the series of four sharp diagonal slashes that revealed bright arterial red beneath the black. Once her battle attire was properly revealed Elise padded to the corner facing the ramp and settled in to await her so called opposition.
When the boos had settled to tolerable levels, the Announcer went on with his duties. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from RIGHT HERE in Albuquerque, New Mexico...”
That little touch always proved good for a pop, and the denizens of the Left Turn predictably erupted on cue. Then, along with the announcer, they add on...
“... by way of Spokane, Washington... She stands five feet two inches tall and weighs in this evening at one-hundred and twelve pounds... Ladies and gentlemen, PLEASE give it up for your very own... CHHHAAARRRLLLOOOTTTTTTEEE DAAAWWWSSSOOONNN!!!!!”
CHARLIE DAWSON:
The Desert Dwellers did just that, turning things up to eleven before the stunning, bedimpled young blonde they so loved even burst through the curtains. Once the beaming Dawson arrived, however, they remarkably managed to raise the decibel meter further still! The youngster brought her hands up to her ears, covering them as if the roar might be painful--but the smile that remained planted on Charlie’s lips illustrates just how much she’s enjoying the moment. Blushing, the blonde motioned downward with her hands... but the capacity crowd will have none of it.
Finally, Charlie shrugs her shoulders and took off toward the ring.
The announcement of FAWN’s participation with Desert Divas had brought more people to the Left Turn, but it had not yet done much to change the physical surroundings the girls worked in. Unlike Orlando, there’s still no entrance music for the home grown girls (though some had been brought in for preliminary conversations about selections and music clearances), and the ramp from backstage to the ring was a considerably shorter one.
As such, Dawson arrived at ringside after barely a handful of strides--at which point, she took a slow-paced yet energetic lap around the ring, attempting to slap every hand offered her way, and ESPECIALLY the younger ones. One fan in particular, a young redhead of perhaps 10 years of age, caught Charlie’s eye--or, more accurately, the shirt she wore, which simply reads, “I WANNA BE CHARLIE DAWSON WHEN I GROW UP!”
Dropping to a crouch so she could meet the kid’s gaze on the level, Charlie asked, “What’s your name, honey?”
“Kaitlyn,” the girl replied. “Kaitlyn Owens.”
“Well...” Dawson leaned forward, giving the young fan a small peck on the cheek. “I definitely appreciate it. I just hope, the older I get, I manage to keep a little Kaitlyn Owens in me.”
Straightening up as a smile threatens to devour the whole of Kaitlyn’s face, Charlie gave the kid’s hair a playful tousle before turning and darting to the ring. After sliding under the bottom rope, Dawson sprang to her feet. After unzipping her hot pink hoodie, the Left Turn’s sweetheart slipped off the garment, revealing a light blue fightin’ two piece that, in spite of its somewhat modest and innocent cut still managed to raise the blood pressure of quite a few spectators. Charlotte moved to her corner, taking a moment to adjust her white pads before she started stretching, preparing for battle.
When the bell sounded Charlie started clapping and it wasn’t long before the arena echoed with their palm-powered percussion. Bolstered by the support of her fans, Dawson pushed off the buckles and immediately looped right in the hopes of taking the visitor from an angle.
Elise watched her approach with some interest; indeed she let the ingénue draw to within several paces before she vacated the corner and curled into a circle of her own. “I must admit to being intrigued.” Winterrest spoke softly despite the crowd’s volume. “I’ve never faced anyone who required a permission slip to get in the ring. Tell me, did your parents extend your curfew so you could be in the main--”
Dawson lunged for the brunette and Elise slipped aside, trailing some fingers through the blonde’s hair as she did so. “You shouldn’t take me lightly just because I’m young.” Charlie said once she’d rounded on Winterrest. “I went through the meat grinder just like everyone else on this roster.”
Winterrest kept moving, forcing the younger woman to do the same. “You wound me, Ms. Dawson. I’m not taking you lightly because of your age. I’m taking you lightly because you have no business being in a wrestling ring.”
Charlie stopped moving, a hard frown creasing her usually pleasant features. “Why don’t you lock up with me instead of dancing around?” she challenged. “Then we’ll see who doesn’t belong in this ring.”
Elise put her hands on her hips and looked the teenager up and down. “Very well, Ms. Dawson. You clearly have something to prove. Come to me and I will not shy from the challenge.” She raised her hands to prove the veracity of the statement, so Charlie pounced hard and fast and THWHUNK! Elise pivoted and thrust her left elbow between those questing hands to slam the bony dagger into Dawson’s chin.
Charlie staggered back, hands flying up to check her bottom lip while the crowd let Winterrest have it for the duplicitous cheap shot. Registering their disapproval as a pleasant tingle down her spine, Elise caught Charlie’s right wrist in her left hand, took a step back and jerked the diminutive blonde forward. Dawson lurched, let out a loud groan when Miss Murder drilled her with a second Back Elbow, this one delivered just above her right ear.
“Impressive, I would’ve thought you’d be wailing for an adult by now.” Elise murmured as Charlie tried to keep her feet. “Perhaps you’ll prove a worthy mascot after all.” She bumped Dawson back with her right shoulder, then jerked her in and drilled a third Back Elbow into the side of her head. Charlie finally slipped her wrist loose but couldn’t do much with it; she simply bent over and put both hands on her knees in an attempt to silence the ringing in her ears.
The brunette studied her for a moment, then dropped down onto her back so she could look up into Dawson’s face. “Head troubling you, dear? I believe this will help.” ‘Help’ was barely off her lips when Winterrest flicked her right leg up and kicked Charlie square in the ear. The teenager’s knees gave out and Elise was waiting to shove her onto her back the moment she touched the canvas. Stretched out across Dawson’s chest in a Lateral Press, Winterrest kept one hand locked around Charlie’s wrist and another pressed against her chin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Elise jerked her foe’s head off the mat at ‘TWO’ to make sure the match continued. “Heavens, how frightfully rude of me.” she stood up and backed away without laying another finger on the prone tyro. “This precious little moppet still has fifteen minutes left before bedtime. Certainly that’s enough time for a few more games. There, you see? The little scamp’s not even tired yet.”
Charlie’d pushed to one knee and pressed a hand tight against her ear. “You’re gonna wish you’d been a better guest when I’m cutting you down to size.” she told the smirking brunette. “You’re not the first arrogant piece of crap to underestimate me.”
“My dear, to underestimate you I’d have to hold you in any esteem whatsoever.” Elise taunted. “And that, I simply cannot do. Just because these people wanted to see one of their own disgusting number on the other side of the barricade doesn’t mean I have to HEYWHOAHNNNGGH!”
Charlie launched off her knee and dove between Elise’s legs like a runner stealing home. In her passing she hooked both ankles across Winterrest’s boots and tugged hard enough to send the other woman sprawling onto her chin. Elise scrambled to her feet almost at once but Dawson charged and THWHAPPED a Dropkick between her shoulders before she could turn around. Stumbling hard into the ropes, the brunette hooked an arm over the top to make sure she stayed upright, then let out a little shriek when Charlie cartwheeled by on her six and wrapped both arms around opposing waist. Jerking Elise down onto her back while she landed on her butt in a quick Sunset Flip, the girl from Spokane hooked her heels over the taller woman’s biceps and held her down for…
ONE…
TWO…
Elise kicked loose and rolled backward in a hard somersault simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ “Yeah, you startin’ to get it now, babe?” Charlie waggled her fingers at Winterrest in anticipation of their next skirmish. “You think you can waltz into my town and talk that trash, I’ll point your perky little butt toward those lights!”
Anger flashed in Elise’s dark eyes and was gone like it’d never existed. “Fair enough, Charlotte Dawson. You were good enough to set me back on my heels, even if only for a moment, which is more than I can say of some of my opposition. If you’re still interested in a Lock-Up, I suppose I could oblige you.”
Charlie nodded without hesitation, though she was almost certain the brunette wasn’t being honest. Still, she who hesitated was lost, so Dawson closed quickly and lunged for Winterrest when Elise did the same. Only this time it was Charlie pulling a fast one in the form of a Go-Behind that allowed her to snatch hold of the taller woman’s waist. Give the kid credit, she immediately popped her hips in hopes of taking Winterrest down with a German Suplex, alas her foe grabbed hold of her wrists and bent her knees to stay firmly anchored to the canvas.
“I applaud the effort, schoolgirl, but this isn’t sophomore powderpuff tryouts.” Elise huffed. “If you want to take me down you’ll have to NNNNGGGHH!”
Charlie got Elise off her feet with a single colossal tug, then dropped to one knee and deposited Miss. Murder atop it with an Atomic Drop. “Drive a knee into your bony butt?” Dawson giggled, her Waistlock still in place. “Think I already did that, honeYEERRRGGHH!”
Elise twisted her hips, looped an arm across the back of Charlie’s neck and pulled her down into a rough Side Headlock. “You’re sorely trying my patience, little one.” Winterrest growled while Dawson slapped and worried at her forearms, wrists and biceps. “Which is not a good idea if you hope to be mobile enough to ask that handsome fullback to the Sadie Hawkins dance. Of course, if he’s in the audience tonight I’d suspect he’s already…” Miss Murder whipped Dawson over her left hip and followed her all the way to the canvas courtesy of a THUMPING Headlock Takedown. Tightening the Headlock to press Charlie’s cheek a little bit tighter against the swell of her breast, Winterrest cooed, “…fantasizing about the terrible things I could do to him. And all the terrible things I WILL do to GRRRKKKHHH!”
Charlie kicked her legs up, wrapped them around Elise’s neck and locked her ankles. Doing so broke the Headlock and secured a strong Scissors, at least she figured they were by the way Winterrest smacked her heels against the canvas. “First off, I’m dating the quarterback.” she chirped while sending a hard pulse through her gams. “Second, he doesn’t need to fantasize about anything because I’m gonna stack you up and pin you down for the one, two--”
Elise hooked her fingers against the underside of Charlie’s top leg and pushed simultaneous with a strong kip-up. This broke the Headscissors, brought the brunette back to her feet and most importantly, put her in excellent position to THWHUMP! Dawson rolled clear and pushed to one knee a heartbeat before the Black Rose would’ve stomped on her skull.
Suddenly aware that her opponent was playing for keeps, the teenager drew back both arms and swept Winterrest’s legs to send her to the canvas once more. Pressed atop Elise’s chest at once, Charlie would’ve hooked a leg if the taller woman hadn’t planted her feet and slipped / slid out from the cover to regain a vertical base.
Murmuring approval in spite of themselves, the Desert Loyalists found a fresh reason to jeer when Winterrest lashed out to raaaaake her younger foe across the eyes. “Ahhh, the pained wailing of a spoiled millennial brat.” Elise cooed a moment before she put a boot to the side of Dawson’s head and shoved her onto one side. “It almost makes the trip to this arid hellhole seem worthwhile.”
Elbowing her way to a seat, Charlie knuckled her stinging eyes and muttered, “You’re gonna wish you’d never heard of Albuquerque when I’m done kicking your nasty asSERRGGHH!”
Elise drilled a rough Soccer Kick across her chest, knocking the rookie flat on her back. “Such language!” Winterrest scolded. “If I had soap, I’d wash your mouth out. Since the Southwest doesn’t seem to believe in the stuff, I’ll have to settle for this…
She took a few steps back, drew a bead on the blonde’s sternum, then loped forward and sprang into the air. Left elbow cocked and ready, it would’ve slammed home hard if Dawson hadn’t rolled flopped out of the way at the last second. Snarling in pain, Winterrest rolled to one knee and held her aching arm tight against her torso. “Stupid,” Miss Murder growled under her breath, “I was just about to make this quicKERGH!”
Charlie bounced to boot-leather, then hopped up and PWAAAKED both heels against Elise’s chin in a Low Dropkick. It certainly wasn’t the hardest she’d ever been kicked, but Dawson’s aim was precise and delivered at point blank range the shot had more than enough to send the brunette rolling.
Delighted by their favourite’s resurgence, the locals found even more to cheer when the bubbly battler rushed a recovering Elise and snatched her left wrist in her right hand. Pulling it tight against her chest, she hooked her other arm over Winterrest’s shoulder and laid out on her back to THWHUMP the taller grappler’s chest and shoulder in a Single Arm DDT.
SINGLE ARM DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6muFSmLktws
Elise bounced hard but only rose to one knee so the tyro couldn’t try to go for a cover. Unfortunately for the Jungle visitor, Dawson had other tricks up her sleeve, and painful ones to boot. Snatching hold of Winterrest’s left wrist, Charlie stood up and forced Elise to do the same, then added on a bit more torque with a pair of Arm Wringers. Once opposing shoulder was properly tenderized, Dawson cupped the back of Elise’s head with her left hand and flipped her onto her back with a pretty little Snapmare that saw her maintain control of the captured wrist. Dropping to her tush off the older woman’s left side; Charlie folded Elise’s arm up tight, then hooked her right leg over top of Winterrest’s forearm. In the same motion she reached through the triangle created by Elise’s bicep and forearm to grab hold of her own shin and thus complete the Short-Arm Scissors.
SHORT-ARM SCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4PHQ7lnvZg
“You heard it here first, Miss Bad Attitude!” Dawson chided while cranking down on the simple submission. “One day they’re going to call me the Queen of the Short-Arm Scissors and you can tell all your other jerky friends that it all started with you!”
Elise didn’t bother to answer, she was preoccupied keeping her right shoulder clear of the canvas and growling inarticulate death threats at the ref. Eventually the man overcame his misgivings and managed to ask, “What’s the word, Elise? Do you need me to call for the bell?” Elise fixed him with a scathing look, then snorted and shook her head ‘no’.
“Why in the world would you want to do that? Unless of course you’re trying to spare this foolish little girl from the inevitable catastrophic reversEERRRRGGGHHHH!”
Charlie stuffed her exposed right ankle into the pit of her left knee and squeezed hard, adding a Figure Four to the Short-Arm Scissors. “The only thing that sounds inevitable right now is you tapping out!” the teenager taunted. “Go on whenever you’re ready, baby! I’ll even let you go, since I’m not an old mean bytch like HEYWHUOFFH!”
Winterrest shot her right arm up, caught Dawson by the scruff of the neck and pulled her over and down into an improvised cradle all the more impressive because she was still caught in her foe’s submission attempt. Startled by the Mainer’s gift for prophecy, the ref checked Charlie’s shoulders, then counted…
ONE…
TWO…
Palpable relief from those assembled when Dawson scrambled clear of the predicament with a full second to spare. Unfazed by her rival’s clever escape, Charlie stormed into the breach, went low and PWAAAKED a straight right hand into the pit of Elise’s stomach. Straightening up as Winterrest doubled over, Charlie sprinted into the ropes to Elise’s left and came back with plenty of steam behind the boot she THWHUMPED against the brunette’s noggin.
GUT PUNCH AND RUNNING BOOT @ 00:30
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cv7t8piOTR0
Miss Murder still didn’t go down, so Dawson palmed a shoulder and turned her in a half circle. Face to face now, she doubled down on her shoulder grips, then sprang into the air and ‘smecked’ her legs closed around Elise’s head. Snapping back with every bit of power her hips could muster, Charlie landed on her tummy whereas Winterrest was whipped off her feet and landed hard on her back. Almost daring to believe they were watching an upset in the making, the sold out crowd sprang to their feet when Dawson pounced across Elise’s chest for…
FRANKENSTEINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcXbWKt60kc
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Black Rose shoved her foe off in a close call, though not so close Charlie bothered to check with the official. “C’MON FOLKS!” Charlie was clapping hard, trying to drum up even more support as she circled the woozy brunette. “ELISE NEEDS TO HEAR SOME OF THAT DESERT THUNDER!”
They obliged her without hesitation, meaning Winterrest was aware of nothing but their commotion right up until the moment Dawson snatched hold of her wrist. A quick Kneelift to the belly kept Elise from thinking about any countermeasures long enough for Charlie to drop back and toss her at the ropes with an Irish Whip. Following along a few paces behind, the blonde was so focused on Clotheslining her rival over the top rope that she didn’t register Elise’s hop to the second strand until she was already flying back.
And by then it was far too late.
Catching Charlie’s noggin in a mid-air Three Quarters Facelock, Winterrest kicked her out full length to give herself that much more momentum when she dropped down and THWHAMMED Dawson flat on her face with the murderous rebound Cutter feared throughout the Northeast as the Bullet With a Name.
BULLET WITH A NAME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=57ectUXUO4A
As pleased by the abrupt silence as she was by the starfished form of the woman behind her, Elise sat up, raked a hand through her hair and shook her head. “I cannot begin to tell you how much I adore you all right now. The shock. The incredulity. The slowly dawning realization that this woman-child you so willingly made your own…” Miss Murder turned around and dipped down so her lips were almost touching Dawson’s ear. “…belongs to me.” Elise laid a possessive hand over Charlie’s face, then looked out at the wide-eyed throng. “Do you want her back? If you truly do, raise your voice as one and beg for my mercy. Do that, and I might just return her as something you recognize.”
That finally broke the silence but if Winterrest had hoped for begging she was sorely disappointed. Indeed the locals were equally divided in support for their heroine and heaping the worst sort of vitriol on the visiting wrestler. Thriving on this loathing in a way few could comprehend; Elise buried a hand in her foe’s hair and scraped her off the mat. “I daresay homeroom is going to be very interesting tomorrow morning.” She pulled the knock-kneed teenager forward and planted a condescending kiss on the top of her head. “That is of course, if you have the nerve to show your face.”
Dawson shoved loose and fired off a game Haymaker, alas, Elise dodged beneath it and slammed a shoulder into her belly. With her head wedged under Charlie’s right arm in what was almost a Front Facelock, the brunette pressed both palms into the tyro’s upper thighs and reared straight up. Far from recovered after the Bullet with a Name, Charlie was muscled off her feet and swung straight out, her floating frame hanging several feet above the mat and nearly perpendicular to her attacker. Simply letting the blond go would’ve been painful enough so of course Winterrest swung her back the way she’d came and went down on one knee to THWHUMP Dawson’s undercarriage with her ‘Murderous’ Inverted Atomic Drop.
'MURDEROUS' INVERTED ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HeXcK5rKao
Charlie’s knees buckled and she would’ve slopped forward onto her face if Elise hadn’t offered up her back and right shoulder as a place to rest. Looping her arms around Dawson’s thighs, Winterrest ‘hupped’ her up like a sack of potatoes, twisted in a half circle and promptly snapped forward to toss her foe to the mat with an emphatic Double Leg Takedown. Strike that, it was a Single Leg Takedown, as the Black Rose had honed in on Charlie’s right leg moments before laying her out. This bit of preparation made it quite easy for Elise to tuck Charlie’s ankle under her right armpit which in turn allowed her to jerk the ingénue into a near headstand when she rolled her onto her stomach. Elise dropped down as soon as she stepped over, the slim curve of her backside pressing hard against Charlie’s shoulders while the ‘Murderous Half Crab wrenched her captured leg in a hellish fishhook curve.
'MURDEROUS' HALF CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cnZIi0yVoiU
Winterrest didn’t bother to ask for a submission, she merely leaned back on the hold, letting it inch her prey closer and closer to the breaking point. The official on the other hand was bound by no such compulsion and it only took a few seconds of watching Dawson’s free leg flop at an unpleasant angle to get him checking on the wailing lovely. “What do you say Charlie, wanna give it up? No shame in tapping girl, this one’s nasty.’
“Yuuuuhhh… you’re right, Joey.” Dawson groaned after a few seconds of ineffectual scrabbling. “She IS nasty. But I’m not going to OOOHH SHHHHIIITTT!”
Elise pushed up, scooted back and plopped down so she was sitting firmly on the side of Charlie’s face. “I have an idea!” the brunette said pleasantly. “If you can hold on long enough for this enthusiastic young man to deliver his five count--” Winterrest favoured him with a dark look, “--delivered at regulation speed, without bawling for mercy, I shall let you go, no questions asked. What do you say to that, Charlotte Dawson?”
Charlie had no reason to believe the mean bytch would honour her word, but she knew something else too. If she didn’t tap out here very quickly, the Crab was going to do very bad things to her knees and hamstrings. So she pounded a fist against the canvas and growled. “I say start counting, Joey.”
Joey, looking rather uncertain, got to his feet and called, “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…. FIVE!”
Elise reached out with her left hand, patted Charlie’s crotch, then tossed her leg aside and stood up without so much as a snide word. She did however twine a pair of claws in the Washingtonian’s hair and haul her to verticality all of two seconds later.
“HEY!” the ref barked. “You two made a deal!”
Miss Murder stuffed Dawson’s head between her thighs and trapped her arms Double Underhook style before answering. “So we did. And as you can see, I honoured it. The hold was broken, but being that Ms. Dawson was still in the centre of the ring and far removed from the security of the ropes, I was under no additional obligation to provide her with any additional reprieve.”
Joey shook his head. “That’s a pretty mean trick, Elise.”
She grinned. “It is in fact, isn’t it?” Hands clasped tight to keep Charlie from escaping; Winterrest backed her way toward the nearest corner but stopped a few feet shy of contact. “The young man seems to think you’re in need of some time in the ropes. I believe I will let you have them, if only because I’m feeling extraordinarily generous.”
In what turned out to be an extremely unique twist on the concept of generosity, Elise dropped her knees and popped her hips to toss Charlie up and over into a BWUUUNGING spine-first impact with the top and middle turnbuckles. Dropped hard on the back of her neck when she came down from the ‘Murderous’ Butterfly, Dawson crumpled up like a Matchbook and barely noticed when Elise braced both hands against her upturned tush. Hoping against hope the teenager wouldn’t go out to such an arrogant cover, Joey slid in and counted…
'MURDEROUS' BUTTERFLY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dz8k0L3kMKI
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Charlie kicked loose and curled up around her strained right knee.
Elise put her hands on her hips and huffed. “Oh, I see. Wounded enough to take advantage of my generous spirit, yet not wounded enough to stay down for a three count. Your manipulative ways will not go unpunished, little girl.” Dragging the discombobulated blonde up with a handful of hair, Winterrest switched over to a Wristlock and sent Charlie on her way to the opposite corner with an Irish Whip. Dawson turned at the last second and managed to hook her arms over the top rope to keep from going down, but her aching back still hit the barely-padded steel quite forcefully and her legs looked like they’d give way at any moment. Elise was of the mind that she should be close when that moment came, so she raced across the squared circle and THWHUNK!
Charlie pivoted ever so slightly and brought her right knee up against the taller woman’s forehead. Now it was Winterrest’s turn to stagger and she did so quite impressively, the cocky battler stumbling in fencepost holes while Charlie hopped to a perch on the second rope. Too focused on her opponent to notice the cheers raining down on her, the Teen Queen sprang when Elise turned in her direction. Slapping on a Front Facelock in mid-air, Charlie clamped tight, swung in a powerful half circle and came down on her back to SPIKE the crown of Miss Murder’s noggin with a beautiful Leaping Tornado DDT.
LEAPING TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nfF9j9gi1mo
Caught flush by the thunderous head drop, Winterrest somersaulted through to her back and skidded several more inches before coming to a stop just shy of the corner where she’d began her ill-fated charge. That thought was one of many scrambled between her ears when Charlie flopped down across her chest and hooked both legs for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Elise kicked out at the last second, sending a wave of groans through the redlining crowd. Disappointment quickly turned to delight when Charlie hurried to the ropes, slipped onto the apron and leapt to the high rent district. Crouched down behind the glassy-eyed brunette, Dawson nodded along with the cheers of ‘CHAR-LIE! CHAR-LIE!’ while silently begging Winterrest to regain her feet. It took Elise about ten seconds to comply and when she did the blue-clad blonde sprang into the void, her arms outstretched to--
Winterrest twisted aside, leaving Dawson to THAWHUMP down on her keester as the victim of a huge, gravity assisted Atomic Drop. Groaning far louder than all the disappointed locals, Charlie fought to boot leather and doubled right over when the Black Rose slammed a Toe Kick into her navel. “We’ve had a spirited game, you and I.” Elise cooed while trapping Charlie’s head under her right arm. “But I do believe the time has come for all good little girls to toddle off to the land of Nod.”
With her arms wormed under Dawson’s biceps, Winterrest clasped her hands between the blonde’s shoulders and dipped her knees to summon even more strength when she muscled the smaller battler off her feet. Lifting until the precise moment Charlie’s toes were pointed toward the lights, Elise kicked both feet forward and laid out on her back to THWHONK the crown of her foe’s skull into the canvas via the Double Underhook Implant DDT she called Murder Most Foul.
MURDER MOST FOUL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_V7pl8T_Ls
Charlie sat up, then settled back out again without Winterrest having to raise a finger. Indeed all she did was crawl over to the starfished teenager and blot out her features with a Reverse Face Sit. Showing utter disdain for her opponent and the crowd booing with all their heart, Elise didn’t bother to taunt or tease or even apply any additional pressure, she only tucked a loose strand of hair behind one near and smiled for the camera through…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell CLANGED but Elise didn’t rise, not even when the Announcer penned her victory in the record book. “Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner via pin-fall, ELISE WINTERREST!”
The boos grew to deafening levels and Elise was mildly surprised to see arena security working diligently to keep a good half dozen fans from coming over the barrier, presumably to get at her. Of course surprise and worry were two very different things indeed, which was why Elise put her hands on her knees and did a little grind on the beaten blonde’s nose.
“OH, COME NOW!” she shouted to the enraged locals. “SURELY YOU DON’T ACTUALLY WANT ME TO STOP? IF YOU DID, ANY ONE OF YOUR SLOVENLY, ILL-MANNERED NUMBER COULD HAVE SLIPPED PAST SECURITY BY NOW! THE TRUTH IS, YOU ALL LOOOOOVE TO SEE THIS PIECE OF GARBAGE TREATED APPROPRIATELY!”
As such she braced her hands against Charlie’s fluttering tummy and increased the force and pace of her grind to something worthy of the main roster. Almost out of their minds with loathing now, the Albuquerque locals might’ve indeed overwhelmed security if someone else hadn’t rushed the ring by a more orthodox route. Drawn by their obnoxious cheers, Elise looked over one shoulder and sighed when she saw Mallory Slade racing down the aisle. While Miss Murder had every intention of putting her boot to the Australian’s throat in the near future, the time wasn’t right quite yet so she abandoned her perch and rolled under the bottom rope an instant before Slade would’ve been upon her.
“That’s poor form, my feral little friend.” Elise murmured as she circled the aisle surrounding ringside. “I don’t recall interrupting your fun with Ms. Sexton.”
Mallory kept herself between Elise and Charlie, making sure the notoriously slippery brunette couldn’t engineer another attack. “Piper earned everything she had coming. But this girl gave you a good match and now you’re trying to humiliate her just to piss off this crowd.”
“Strike ‘trying’ from that sentence and it’ll be a little more accurate. And I fail to see the problem.”
Mallory offered her a challenging little smile. “Why don’t you get back in this ring and I’ll lay out my concerns in more detail. Or maybe I’ll just lay you out.”
Elise didn’t move, save for a slow shake of her head. “No, I think not. When you bleed for me it’ll be into the snow, not the sand. See you on the plane, Mallory Slade.”
Treating the fans to a mocking wave, Winterrest turned around and strutted up the ramp, leaving Mallory Slade to try and soothe the mess she’d so ably made.
Boos rained down from all corners and louder than they’d been all night. Whereas Mallory’d earned a pass because she was a Babyface (and teaching Piper Sexton a lesson to boot) the Albuquerque regulars had no love for the icy brunette. With no music or lights to accompany her, Elise brushed through the curtain and stepped onto the small stage to get a better look at these so called… people. Dark of eye, hair and humour and heart, Winterrest’s fair skin made her a cruel shard of winter blown in off the howling winds outside. Rolling her eyes at the cretins who dared cheer against her, Winterrest started toward the squared circle, taking great care to avoid several hands extended in her direction.
ELISE WINTERREST:
For her encounter with the local favourite, the bendy-backed brunette wore a short shift of black silk that shined like oil in the flickering red light. Dresses were usually frowned upon as ring attire but this one earned a pass from the haters because they could see the small black pads at knee and elbow and the matching boots that stopped just shy of the knee. There was something written in red on her boots -- ‘REDRUM’.
Almost to the ring now, Elise paused in front of one of the mindlessly jeering idiots but when he leaned forward to give her a piece of his (admittedly small) mind, she moved in close and held a finger to his lips, a beguiling bit of control that silenced him quite effectively. Gone before he had a chance to do anything more than blink, Miss Murder ascended the steps in silence, slipped between the ropes and claimed the centre of the ring as her own.
A hand went to the nape of her neck and stayed there as Winterrest turned to all four sides of the arena, the wicked brunette meticulous in deciding who deserved the full force of her regard. Finally settling on the side opposite the hard camera, she tugged at an unseen knot and the silk puddled around her feet to leave the newcomer clad in a halter-style black one piece cut high over the hips and low across the back. Its most striking feature however was the series of four sharp diagonal slashes that revealed bright arterial red beneath the black. Once her battle attire was properly revealed Elise padded to the corner facing the ramp and settled in to await her so called opposition.
When the boos had settled to tolerable levels, the Announcer went on with his duties. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from RIGHT HERE in Albuquerque, New Mexico...”
That little touch always proved good for a pop, and the denizens of the Left Turn predictably erupted on cue. Then, along with the announcer, they add on...
“... by way of Spokane, Washington... She stands five feet two inches tall and weighs in this evening at one-hundred and twelve pounds... Ladies and gentlemen, PLEASE give it up for your very own... CHHHAAARRRLLLOOOTTTTTTEEE DAAAWWWSSSOOONNN!!!!!”
CHARLIE DAWSON:
The Desert Dwellers did just that, turning things up to eleven before the stunning, bedimpled young blonde they so loved even burst through the curtains. Once the beaming Dawson arrived, however, they remarkably managed to raise the decibel meter further still! The youngster brought her hands up to her ears, covering them as if the roar might be painful--but the smile that remained planted on Charlie’s lips illustrates just how much she’s enjoying the moment. Blushing, the blonde motioned downward with her hands... but the capacity crowd will have none of it.
Finally, Charlie shrugs her shoulders and took off toward the ring.
The announcement of FAWN’s participation with Desert Divas had brought more people to the Left Turn, but it had not yet done much to change the physical surroundings the girls worked in. Unlike Orlando, there’s still no entrance music for the home grown girls (though some had been brought in for preliminary conversations about selections and music clearances), and the ramp from backstage to the ring was a considerably shorter one.
As such, Dawson arrived at ringside after barely a handful of strides--at which point, she took a slow-paced yet energetic lap around the ring, attempting to slap every hand offered her way, and ESPECIALLY the younger ones. One fan in particular, a young redhead of perhaps 10 years of age, caught Charlie’s eye--or, more accurately, the shirt she wore, which simply reads, “I WANNA BE CHARLIE DAWSON WHEN I GROW UP!”
Dropping to a crouch so she could meet the kid’s gaze on the level, Charlie asked, “What’s your name, honey?”
“Kaitlyn,” the girl replied. “Kaitlyn Owens.”
“Well...” Dawson leaned forward, giving the young fan a small peck on the cheek. “I definitely appreciate it. I just hope, the older I get, I manage to keep a little Kaitlyn Owens in me.”
Straightening up as a smile threatens to devour the whole of Kaitlyn’s face, Charlie gave the kid’s hair a playful tousle before turning and darting to the ring. After sliding under the bottom rope, Dawson sprang to her feet. After unzipping her hot pink hoodie, the Left Turn’s sweetheart slipped off the garment, revealing a light blue fightin’ two piece that, in spite of its somewhat modest and innocent cut still managed to raise the blood pressure of quite a few spectators. Charlotte moved to her corner, taking a moment to adjust her white pads before she started stretching, preparing for battle.
When the bell sounded Charlie started clapping and it wasn’t long before the arena echoed with their palm-powered percussion. Bolstered by the support of her fans, Dawson pushed off the buckles and immediately looped right in the hopes of taking the visitor from an angle.
Elise watched her approach with some interest; indeed she let the ingénue draw to within several paces before she vacated the corner and curled into a circle of her own. “I must admit to being intrigued.” Winterrest spoke softly despite the crowd’s volume. “I’ve never faced anyone who required a permission slip to get in the ring. Tell me, did your parents extend your curfew so you could be in the main--”
Dawson lunged for the brunette and Elise slipped aside, trailing some fingers through the blonde’s hair as she did so. “You shouldn’t take me lightly just because I’m young.” Charlie said once she’d rounded on Winterrest. “I went through the meat grinder just like everyone else on this roster.”
Winterrest kept moving, forcing the younger woman to do the same. “You wound me, Ms. Dawson. I’m not taking you lightly because of your age. I’m taking you lightly because you have no business being in a wrestling ring.”
Charlie stopped moving, a hard frown creasing her usually pleasant features. “Why don’t you lock up with me instead of dancing around?” she challenged. “Then we’ll see who doesn’t belong in this ring.”
Elise put her hands on her hips and looked the teenager up and down. “Very well, Ms. Dawson. You clearly have something to prove. Come to me and I will not shy from the challenge.” She raised her hands to prove the veracity of the statement, so Charlie pounced hard and fast and THWHUNK! Elise pivoted and thrust her left elbow between those questing hands to slam the bony dagger into Dawson’s chin.
Charlie staggered back, hands flying up to check her bottom lip while the crowd let Winterrest have it for the duplicitous cheap shot. Registering their disapproval as a pleasant tingle down her spine, Elise caught Charlie’s right wrist in her left hand, took a step back and jerked the diminutive blonde forward. Dawson lurched, let out a loud groan when Miss Murder drilled her with a second Back Elbow, this one delivered just above her right ear.
“Impressive, I would’ve thought you’d be wailing for an adult by now.” Elise murmured as Charlie tried to keep her feet. “Perhaps you’ll prove a worthy mascot after all.” She bumped Dawson back with her right shoulder, then jerked her in and drilled a third Back Elbow into the side of her head. Charlie finally slipped her wrist loose but couldn’t do much with it; she simply bent over and put both hands on her knees in an attempt to silence the ringing in her ears.
The brunette studied her for a moment, then dropped down onto her back so she could look up into Dawson’s face. “Head troubling you, dear? I believe this will help.” ‘Help’ was barely off her lips when Winterrest flicked her right leg up and kicked Charlie square in the ear. The teenager’s knees gave out and Elise was waiting to shove her onto her back the moment she touched the canvas. Stretched out across Dawson’s chest in a Lateral Press, Winterrest kept one hand locked around Charlie’s wrist and another pressed against her chin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Elise jerked her foe’s head off the mat at ‘TWO’ to make sure the match continued. “Heavens, how frightfully rude of me.” she stood up and backed away without laying another finger on the prone tyro. “This precious little moppet still has fifteen minutes left before bedtime. Certainly that’s enough time for a few more games. There, you see? The little scamp’s not even tired yet.”
Charlie’d pushed to one knee and pressed a hand tight against her ear. “You’re gonna wish you’d been a better guest when I’m cutting you down to size.” she told the smirking brunette. “You’re not the first arrogant piece of crap to underestimate me.”
“My dear, to underestimate you I’d have to hold you in any esteem whatsoever.” Elise taunted. “And that, I simply cannot do. Just because these people wanted to see one of their own disgusting number on the other side of the barricade doesn’t mean I have to HEYWHOAHNNNGGH!”
Charlie launched off her knee and dove between Elise’s legs like a runner stealing home. In her passing she hooked both ankles across Winterrest’s boots and tugged hard enough to send the other woman sprawling onto her chin. Elise scrambled to her feet almost at once but Dawson charged and THWHAPPED a Dropkick between her shoulders before she could turn around. Stumbling hard into the ropes, the brunette hooked an arm over the top to make sure she stayed upright, then let out a little shriek when Charlie cartwheeled by on her six and wrapped both arms around opposing waist. Jerking Elise down onto her back while she landed on her butt in a quick Sunset Flip, the girl from Spokane hooked her heels over the taller woman’s biceps and held her down for…
ONE…
TWO…
Elise kicked loose and rolled backward in a hard somersault simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ “Yeah, you startin’ to get it now, babe?” Charlie waggled her fingers at Winterrest in anticipation of their next skirmish. “You think you can waltz into my town and talk that trash, I’ll point your perky little butt toward those lights!”
Anger flashed in Elise’s dark eyes and was gone like it’d never existed. “Fair enough, Charlotte Dawson. You were good enough to set me back on my heels, even if only for a moment, which is more than I can say of some of my opposition. If you’re still interested in a Lock-Up, I suppose I could oblige you.”
Charlie nodded without hesitation, though she was almost certain the brunette wasn’t being honest. Still, she who hesitated was lost, so Dawson closed quickly and lunged for Winterrest when Elise did the same. Only this time it was Charlie pulling a fast one in the form of a Go-Behind that allowed her to snatch hold of the taller woman’s waist. Give the kid credit, she immediately popped her hips in hopes of taking Winterrest down with a German Suplex, alas her foe grabbed hold of her wrists and bent her knees to stay firmly anchored to the canvas.
“I applaud the effort, schoolgirl, but this isn’t sophomore powderpuff tryouts.” Elise huffed. “If you want to take me down you’ll have to NNNNGGGHH!”
Charlie got Elise off her feet with a single colossal tug, then dropped to one knee and deposited Miss. Murder atop it with an Atomic Drop. “Drive a knee into your bony butt?” Dawson giggled, her Waistlock still in place. “Think I already did that, honeYEERRRGGHH!”
Elise twisted her hips, looped an arm across the back of Charlie’s neck and pulled her down into a rough Side Headlock. “You’re sorely trying my patience, little one.” Winterrest growled while Dawson slapped and worried at her forearms, wrists and biceps. “Which is not a good idea if you hope to be mobile enough to ask that handsome fullback to the Sadie Hawkins dance. Of course, if he’s in the audience tonight I’d suspect he’s already…” Miss Murder whipped Dawson over her left hip and followed her all the way to the canvas courtesy of a THUMPING Headlock Takedown. Tightening the Headlock to press Charlie’s cheek a little bit tighter against the swell of her breast, Winterrest cooed, “…fantasizing about the terrible things I could do to him. And all the terrible things I WILL do to GRRRKKKHHH!”
Charlie kicked her legs up, wrapped them around Elise’s neck and locked her ankles. Doing so broke the Headlock and secured a strong Scissors, at least she figured they were by the way Winterrest smacked her heels against the canvas. “First off, I’m dating the quarterback.” she chirped while sending a hard pulse through her gams. “Second, he doesn’t need to fantasize about anything because I’m gonna stack you up and pin you down for the one, two--”
Elise hooked her fingers against the underside of Charlie’s top leg and pushed simultaneous with a strong kip-up. This broke the Headscissors, brought the brunette back to her feet and most importantly, put her in excellent position to THWHUMP! Dawson rolled clear and pushed to one knee a heartbeat before the Black Rose would’ve stomped on her skull.
Suddenly aware that her opponent was playing for keeps, the teenager drew back both arms and swept Winterrest’s legs to send her to the canvas once more. Pressed atop Elise’s chest at once, Charlie would’ve hooked a leg if the taller woman hadn’t planted her feet and slipped / slid out from the cover to regain a vertical base.
Murmuring approval in spite of themselves, the Desert Loyalists found a fresh reason to jeer when Winterrest lashed out to raaaaake her younger foe across the eyes. “Ahhh, the pained wailing of a spoiled millennial brat.” Elise cooed a moment before she put a boot to the side of Dawson’s head and shoved her onto one side. “It almost makes the trip to this arid hellhole seem worthwhile.”
Elbowing her way to a seat, Charlie knuckled her stinging eyes and muttered, “You’re gonna wish you’d never heard of Albuquerque when I’m done kicking your nasty asSERRGGHH!”
Elise drilled a rough Soccer Kick across her chest, knocking the rookie flat on her back. “Such language!” Winterrest scolded. “If I had soap, I’d wash your mouth out. Since the Southwest doesn’t seem to believe in the stuff, I’ll have to settle for this…
She took a few steps back, drew a bead on the blonde’s sternum, then loped forward and sprang into the air. Left elbow cocked and ready, it would’ve slammed home hard if Dawson hadn’t rolled flopped out of the way at the last second. Snarling in pain, Winterrest rolled to one knee and held her aching arm tight against her torso. “Stupid,” Miss Murder growled under her breath, “I was just about to make this quicKERGH!”
Charlie bounced to boot-leather, then hopped up and PWAAAKED both heels against Elise’s chin in a Low Dropkick. It certainly wasn’t the hardest she’d ever been kicked, but Dawson’s aim was precise and delivered at point blank range the shot had more than enough to send the brunette rolling.
Delighted by their favourite’s resurgence, the locals found even more to cheer when the bubbly battler rushed a recovering Elise and snatched her left wrist in her right hand. Pulling it tight against her chest, she hooked her other arm over Winterrest’s shoulder and laid out on her back to THWHUMP the taller grappler’s chest and shoulder in a Single Arm DDT.
SINGLE ARM DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6muFSmLktws
Elise bounced hard but only rose to one knee so the tyro couldn’t try to go for a cover. Unfortunately for the Jungle visitor, Dawson had other tricks up her sleeve, and painful ones to boot. Snatching hold of Winterrest’s left wrist, Charlie stood up and forced Elise to do the same, then added on a bit more torque with a pair of Arm Wringers. Once opposing shoulder was properly tenderized, Dawson cupped the back of Elise’s head with her left hand and flipped her onto her back with a pretty little Snapmare that saw her maintain control of the captured wrist. Dropping to her tush off the older woman’s left side; Charlie folded Elise’s arm up tight, then hooked her right leg over top of Winterrest’s forearm. In the same motion she reached through the triangle created by Elise’s bicep and forearm to grab hold of her own shin and thus complete the Short-Arm Scissors.
SHORT-ARM SCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4PHQ7lnvZg
“You heard it here first, Miss Bad Attitude!” Dawson chided while cranking down on the simple submission. “One day they’re going to call me the Queen of the Short-Arm Scissors and you can tell all your other jerky friends that it all started with you!”
Elise didn’t bother to answer, she was preoccupied keeping her right shoulder clear of the canvas and growling inarticulate death threats at the ref. Eventually the man overcame his misgivings and managed to ask, “What’s the word, Elise? Do you need me to call for the bell?” Elise fixed him with a scathing look, then snorted and shook her head ‘no’.
“Why in the world would you want to do that? Unless of course you’re trying to spare this foolish little girl from the inevitable catastrophic reversEERRRRGGGHHHH!”
Charlie stuffed her exposed right ankle into the pit of her left knee and squeezed hard, adding a Figure Four to the Short-Arm Scissors. “The only thing that sounds inevitable right now is you tapping out!” the teenager taunted. “Go on whenever you’re ready, baby! I’ll even let you go, since I’m not an old mean bytch like HEYWHUOFFH!”
Winterrest shot her right arm up, caught Dawson by the scruff of the neck and pulled her over and down into an improvised cradle all the more impressive because she was still caught in her foe’s submission attempt. Startled by the Mainer’s gift for prophecy, the ref checked Charlie’s shoulders, then counted…
ONE…
TWO…
Palpable relief from those assembled when Dawson scrambled clear of the predicament with a full second to spare. Unfazed by her rival’s clever escape, Charlie stormed into the breach, went low and PWAAAKED a straight right hand into the pit of Elise’s stomach. Straightening up as Winterrest doubled over, Charlie sprinted into the ropes to Elise’s left and came back with plenty of steam behind the boot she THWHUMPED against the brunette’s noggin.
GUT PUNCH AND RUNNING BOOT @ 00:30
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cv7t8piOTR0
Miss Murder still didn’t go down, so Dawson palmed a shoulder and turned her in a half circle. Face to face now, she doubled down on her shoulder grips, then sprang into the air and ‘smecked’ her legs closed around Elise’s head. Snapping back with every bit of power her hips could muster, Charlie landed on her tummy whereas Winterrest was whipped off her feet and landed hard on her back. Almost daring to believe they were watching an upset in the making, the sold out crowd sprang to their feet when Dawson pounced across Elise’s chest for…
FRANKENSTEINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcXbWKt60kc
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Black Rose shoved her foe off in a close call, though not so close Charlie bothered to check with the official. “C’MON FOLKS!” Charlie was clapping hard, trying to drum up even more support as she circled the woozy brunette. “ELISE NEEDS TO HEAR SOME OF THAT DESERT THUNDER!”
They obliged her without hesitation, meaning Winterrest was aware of nothing but their commotion right up until the moment Dawson snatched hold of her wrist. A quick Kneelift to the belly kept Elise from thinking about any countermeasures long enough for Charlie to drop back and toss her at the ropes with an Irish Whip. Following along a few paces behind, the blonde was so focused on Clotheslining her rival over the top rope that she didn’t register Elise’s hop to the second strand until she was already flying back.
And by then it was far too late.
Catching Charlie’s noggin in a mid-air Three Quarters Facelock, Winterrest kicked her out full length to give herself that much more momentum when she dropped down and THWHAMMED Dawson flat on her face with the murderous rebound Cutter feared throughout the Northeast as the Bullet With a Name.
BULLET WITH A NAME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=57ectUXUO4A
As pleased by the abrupt silence as she was by the starfished form of the woman behind her, Elise sat up, raked a hand through her hair and shook her head. “I cannot begin to tell you how much I adore you all right now. The shock. The incredulity. The slowly dawning realization that this woman-child you so willingly made your own…” Miss Murder turned around and dipped down so her lips were almost touching Dawson’s ear. “…belongs to me.” Elise laid a possessive hand over Charlie’s face, then looked out at the wide-eyed throng. “Do you want her back? If you truly do, raise your voice as one and beg for my mercy. Do that, and I might just return her as something you recognize.”
That finally broke the silence but if Winterrest had hoped for begging she was sorely disappointed. Indeed the locals were equally divided in support for their heroine and heaping the worst sort of vitriol on the visiting wrestler. Thriving on this loathing in a way few could comprehend; Elise buried a hand in her foe’s hair and scraped her off the mat. “I daresay homeroom is going to be very interesting tomorrow morning.” She pulled the knock-kneed teenager forward and planted a condescending kiss on the top of her head. “That is of course, if you have the nerve to show your face.”
Dawson shoved loose and fired off a game Haymaker, alas, Elise dodged beneath it and slammed a shoulder into her belly. With her head wedged under Charlie’s right arm in what was almost a Front Facelock, the brunette pressed both palms into the tyro’s upper thighs and reared straight up. Far from recovered after the Bullet with a Name, Charlie was muscled off her feet and swung straight out, her floating frame hanging several feet above the mat and nearly perpendicular to her attacker. Simply letting the blond go would’ve been painful enough so of course Winterrest swung her back the way she’d came and went down on one knee to THWHUMP Dawson’s undercarriage with her ‘Murderous’ Inverted Atomic Drop.
'MURDEROUS' INVERTED ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HeXcK5rKao
Charlie’s knees buckled and she would’ve slopped forward onto her face if Elise hadn’t offered up her back and right shoulder as a place to rest. Looping her arms around Dawson’s thighs, Winterrest ‘hupped’ her up like a sack of potatoes, twisted in a half circle and promptly snapped forward to toss her foe to the mat with an emphatic Double Leg Takedown. Strike that, it was a Single Leg Takedown, as the Black Rose had honed in on Charlie’s right leg moments before laying her out. This bit of preparation made it quite easy for Elise to tuck Charlie’s ankle under her right armpit which in turn allowed her to jerk the ingénue into a near headstand when she rolled her onto her stomach. Elise dropped down as soon as she stepped over, the slim curve of her backside pressing hard against Charlie’s shoulders while the ‘Murderous Half Crab wrenched her captured leg in a hellish fishhook curve.
'MURDEROUS' HALF CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cnZIi0yVoiU
Winterrest didn’t bother to ask for a submission, she merely leaned back on the hold, letting it inch her prey closer and closer to the breaking point. The official on the other hand was bound by no such compulsion and it only took a few seconds of watching Dawson’s free leg flop at an unpleasant angle to get him checking on the wailing lovely. “What do you say Charlie, wanna give it up? No shame in tapping girl, this one’s nasty.’
“Yuuuuhhh… you’re right, Joey.” Dawson groaned after a few seconds of ineffectual scrabbling. “She IS nasty. But I’m not going to OOOHH SHHHHIIITTT!”
Elise pushed up, scooted back and plopped down so she was sitting firmly on the side of Charlie’s face. “I have an idea!” the brunette said pleasantly. “If you can hold on long enough for this enthusiastic young man to deliver his five count--” Winterrest favoured him with a dark look, “--delivered at regulation speed, without bawling for mercy, I shall let you go, no questions asked. What do you say to that, Charlotte Dawson?”
Charlie had no reason to believe the mean bytch would honour her word, but she knew something else too. If she didn’t tap out here very quickly, the Crab was going to do very bad things to her knees and hamstrings. So she pounded a fist against the canvas and growled. “I say start counting, Joey.”
Joey, looking rather uncertain, got to his feet and called, “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…. FIVE!”
Elise reached out with her left hand, patted Charlie’s crotch, then tossed her leg aside and stood up without so much as a snide word. She did however twine a pair of claws in the Washingtonian’s hair and haul her to verticality all of two seconds later.
“HEY!” the ref barked. “You two made a deal!”
Miss Murder stuffed Dawson’s head between her thighs and trapped her arms Double Underhook style before answering. “So we did. And as you can see, I honoured it. The hold was broken, but being that Ms. Dawson was still in the centre of the ring and far removed from the security of the ropes, I was under no additional obligation to provide her with any additional reprieve.”
Joey shook his head. “That’s a pretty mean trick, Elise.”
She grinned. “It is in fact, isn’t it?” Hands clasped tight to keep Charlie from escaping; Winterrest backed her way toward the nearest corner but stopped a few feet shy of contact. “The young man seems to think you’re in need of some time in the ropes. I believe I will let you have them, if only because I’m feeling extraordinarily generous.”
In what turned out to be an extremely unique twist on the concept of generosity, Elise dropped her knees and popped her hips to toss Charlie up and over into a BWUUUNGING spine-first impact with the top and middle turnbuckles. Dropped hard on the back of her neck when she came down from the ‘Murderous’ Butterfly, Dawson crumpled up like a Matchbook and barely noticed when Elise braced both hands against her upturned tush. Hoping against hope the teenager wouldn’t go out to such an arrogant cover, Joey slid in and counted…
'MURDEROUS' BUTTERFLY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dz8k0L3kMKI
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Charlie kicked loose and curled up around her strained right knee.
Elise put her hands on her hips and huffed. “Oh, I see. Wounded enough to take advantage of my generous spirit, yet not wounded enough to stay down for a three count. Your manipulative ways will not go unpunished, little girl.” Dragging the discombobulated blonde up with a handful of hair, Winterrest switched over to a Wristlock and sent Charlie on her way to the opposite corner with an Irish Whip. Dawson turned at the last second and managed to hook her arms over the top rope to keep from going down, but her aching back still hit the barely-padded steel quite forcefully and her legs looked like they’d give way at any moment. Elise was of the mind that she should be close when that moment came, so she raced across the squared circle and THWHUNK!
Charlie pivoted ever so slightly and brought her right knee up against the taller woman’s forehead. Now it was Winterrest’s turn to stagger and she did so quite impressively, the cocky battler stumbling in fencepost holes while Charlie hopped to a perch on the second rope. Too focused on her opponent to notice the cheers raining down on her, the Teen Queen sprang when Elise turned in her direction. Slapping on a Front Facelock in mid-air, Charlie clamped tight, swung in a powerful half circle and came down on her back to SPIKE the crown of Miss Murder’s noggin with a beautiful Leaping Tornado DDT.
LEAPING TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nfF9j9gi1mo
Caught flush by the thunderous head drop, Winterrest somersaulted through to her back and skidded several more inches before coming to a stop just shy of the corner where she’d began her ill-fated charge. That thought was one of many scrambled between her ears when Charlie flopped down across her chest and hooked both legs for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Elise kicked out at the last second, sending a wave of groans through the redlining crowd. Disappointment quickly turned to delight when Charlie hurried to the ropes, slipped onto the apron and leapt to the high rent district. Crouched down behind the glassy-eyed brunette, Dawson nodded along with the cheers of ‘CHAR-LIE! CHAR-LIE!’ while silently begging Winterrest to regain her feet. It took Elise about ten seconds to comply and when she did the blue-clad blonde sprang into the void, her arms outstretched to--
Winterrest twisted aside, leaving Dawson to THAWHUMP down on her keester as the victim of a huge, gravity assisted Atomic Drop. Groaning far louder than all the disappointed locals, Charlie fought to boot leather and doubled right over when the Black Rose slammed a Toe Kick into her navel. “We’ve had a spirited game, you and I.” Elise cooed while trapping Charlie’s head under her right arm. “But I do believe the time has come for all good little girls to toddle off to the land of Nod.”
With her arms wormed under Dawson’s biceps, Winterrest clasped her hands between the blonde’s shoulders and dipped her knees to summon even more strength when she muscled the smaller battler off her feet. Lifting until the precise moment Charlie’s toes were pointed toward the lights, Elise kicked both feet forward and laid out on her back to THWHONK the crown of her foe’s skull into the canvas via the Double Underhook Implant DDT she called Murder Most Foul.
MURDER MOST FOUL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_V7pl8T_Ls
Charlie sat up, then settled back out again without Winterrest having to raise a finger. Indeed all she did was crawl over to the starfished teenager and blot out her features with a Reverse Face Sit. Showing utter disdain for her opponent and the crowd booing with all their heart, Elise didn’t bother to taunt or tease or even apply any additional pressure, she only tucked a loose strand of hair behind one near and smiled for the camera through…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell CLANGED but Elise didn’t rise, not even when the Announcer penned her victory in the record book. “Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner via pin-fall, ELISE WINTERREST!”
The boos grew to deafening levels and Elise was mildly surprised to see arena security working diligently to keep a good half dozen fans from coming over the barrier, presumably to get at her. Of course surprise and worry were two very different things indeed, which was why Elise put her hands on her knees and did a little grind on the beaten blonde’s nose.
“OH, COME NOW!” she shouted to the enraged locals. “SURELY YOU DON’T ACTUALLY WANT ME TO STOP? IF YOU DID, ANY ONE OF YOUR SLOVENLY, ILL-MANNERED NUMBER COULD HAVE SLIPPED PAST SECURITY BY NOW! THE TRUTH IS, YOU ALL LOOOOOVE TO SEE THIS PIECE OF GARBAGE TREATED APPROPRIATELY!”
As such she braced her hands against Charlie’s fluttering tummy and increased the force and pace of her grind to something worthy of the main roster. Almost out of their minds with loathing now, the Albuquerque locals might’ve indeed overwhelmed security if someone else hadn’t rushed the ring by a more orthodox route. Drawn by their obnoxious cheers, Elise looked over one shoulder and sighed when she saw Mallory Slade racing down the aisle. While Miss Murder had every intention of putting her boot to the Australian’s throat in the near future, the time wasn’t right quite yet so she abandoned her perch and rolled under the bottom rope an instant before Slade would’ve been upon her.
“That’s poor form, my feral little friend.” Elise murmured as she circled the aisle surrounding ringside. “I don’t recall interrupting your fun with Ms. Sexton.”
Mallory kept herself between Elise and Charlie, making sure the notoriously slippery brunette couldn’t engineer another attack. “Piper earned everything she had coming. But this girl gave you a good match and now you’re trying to humiliate her just to piss off this crowd.”
“Strike ‘trying’ from that sentence and it’ll be a little more accurate. And I fail to see the problem.”
Mallory offered her a challenging little smile. “Why don’t you get back in this ring and I’ll lay out my concerns in more detail. Or maybe I’ll just lay you out.”
Elise didn’t move, save for a slow shake of her head. “No, I think not. When you bleed for me it’ll be into the snow, not the sand. See you on the plane, Mallory Slade.”
Treating the fans to a mocking wave, Winterrest turned around and strutted up the ramp, leaving Mallory Slade to try and soothe the mess she’d so ably made.
