Post by walkindude on Sept 7, 2015 21:22:56 GMT
Labor Day Weekend was often met with a giant sigh of relief by the good people of Maine. While no one was entirely thrilled about starting down the cool, all too short road to another frigid winter, Sunday marked the last hurrah of the boozy, loud, summer set and Monday itself was reserved for catching one’s breath. T’was occasionally lamented that there wasn’t much of a celebration for the locals after everyone went home. Mightily displeased by this notion, the Jungle put together a full card and offered tickets at cut-rate prices for anyone who presented a Maine driver’s license at the ticket window. Said card was stacked from top to bottom, but we’re concerned primarily with the Main Event, which was moments from starting. So grab a snack, find your seat and settle in for one last blast of torrid summer heat.
In the ring, the Announcer raised a microphone to his lips. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Tallong, Queensland Australia, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is the Tigress, MALLORY SLADE!”
ONE FOR THE MONEY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nelJaBym7cs
MALLORY SLADE:
The sold out crowd sprang to their feet and roared their approval out for the tawny stunner with a penchant for orange and black. Alongside their thunder came Escape the Fate’s ‘One For the Money’ and Mallory appeared a moment later, the brunette battler bursting through the curtain. Bolting halfway down the aisle before she ground to a stop, Slade whipped around on her heel to better address the crowd. “WHAT TIME IS IT, PEOPLE?” she bellowed.
‘IT’S TIME TO HUNT!’ they replied several hundred times over.
Pumping a fist in approval, Slade resumed her stroll while zigzagging across the aisle to slap each and every hand extended to her. For tonight’s battle against the one jungle beast that dared to show her no respect, Mallory sported a tiger print halter-style bikini top and matching bottoms, the waistband of which were adorned with an inch or so of orange and black fringe. Pads at knee and wrist were black while her wrist tape and boots were bright orange. Her hair, a shoulder length dark brown highlighted by sun-born golden blonde streaks, was pulled back in a tight ponytail more than a little evocative of a tiger’s tail.
Strutting around to the side closest to the camera, Mal put her right hand on the apron and made a point of draaaaaaaaagging her nails along the canvas as she walked to the other end. Upon reaching it she turned back, made her way to the middle and hopped / slid under the bottom rope. Long legs stretched out behind in a near split, Slade put her right hand down and again made a show of raking invisible furrows in tonight’s battleground. In doing so she propelled herself out of the split and into a graceful back handstand that brought in several more new fans. Mallory went to the far corner almost immediately. Normally she would’ve hopped onto the second rope and saluted the crowd one more time, but tonight she kept her eyes locked on the entranceway. She didn’t think the cold bytch had the guts to come at her any which way but straight on, but she had no intention of presenting her back to anything but a corner until Winterrest was in full view.
Slade was still burning a hole through the curtain that hung over the entranceway when the Announcer went on. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Belasco Maine, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-three pounds. They call her Miss Murder, ELISE WINTERREST!”
OUT OF THE BLACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_d_C5b-BD4
The vitriol that greeted this statement was a perfect contrast to the adulation heaped upon Mallory. Accompanied by the pounding, staccato drumbeat of Royal Blood’s ‘Out of the Black’, Elise stepped into view and spread her arms wide to encourage even more derision. She got it in spades, but the Icy Manipulator only had eyes for the Aussie trash lurking down in the ring. Finally deigning to smile when the house lights went down, then blazed forth in an eerie, fiery red, Elise started down the aisle to the squared circle.
ELISE WINTERREST:
One item of note, the bendy-backed brunette wasn’t sporting her usual shift of black silk, tonight she wore a long black tee-shirt that clung to her curves like a glove. Said shirt was adorned with what looked like hundreds upon hundreds of chalk outlines, piled into something that looked remarkably like a Pollock painting. Atop this, in blood red letters were two words: JUSTIFIABLE HOMICIDE. The hem of the shirt stopped well above mid-thigh, thus allowing the mouth-breathers and basement dwellers a good look at her matching black elbow and knee pads and gleaming black boots that ended an inch south of her knee. Inscribed vertically along one side of each boot was a single word in a dark, ominous red: ‘Redrum’.
Standing in the shadow of the squared circle, Elise stopped to face one of the beguiled locals but when he extended a hand she moved in close and held a finger to his lips, an eerie bit of control that echoed the line pouring through the speakers. ‘So don’t breathe when I talk, ‘Cause you haven’t been spoken to.’ 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 center of the ring without so much as a backwards glance.
Brazen as ever despite the galling setback in their last match, Elise stopped within two feet of her Australian adversary and maintained scorching eye contact as she gripped the bottom edge of her new tee-shirt in both hands and peeled it off. She offered it to the official but when he reached for it the Icy Manipulator tossed it into Mallory’s face! Now a wadded tee-shirt wasn’t going to do the slightest bit of damage, it did however break Slade’s concentration which was all the opening Winterrest needed. Lunging in low and fast, she stuffed a shoulder against the other brunette’s tummy and kept right on going even as she lifted Mal onto her intruding shoulder. Hands locked beneath Slade’s squirming tush, Elise put on a final burst of speed just prior to BWUUUNGING her foe against the buckles.
The bell CLANGED a start to the match then, not that Winterrest gave two shyts about any blessing other than her own. Intent on erasing the humiliation of her first singles loss in the Jungle, she grabbed the bottom rope in each hand and hurled herself into the Aussie import’s summer-tanned tummy half a dozen times in perhaps that many seconds.
“Come on, Elise! Back it off!” the ref scolded her to the best of his ability, which meant it was just enough to get on Miss Murder’s nerves. “You know you can’t jump her like--”
Winterrest straightened up, snatched hold of Slade’s throat and turned her attention to the zebra all in one eerily silent motion. “I will deal with this…. savage… any way I see fit.” she hissed through clenched teeth. “And it will take more than the likes of you to thwart what I intend for her.”
With that she pivoted and THWHUMPED a huge Kneelift into Mal’s belly, lest the Tigress get any foolish ideas about escape. Relinquishing the stranglehold for a grip on Slade’s hair just to keep the black & white from nattering, Winterrest climbed onto the second rope and pressed in so close that the tip of Mallory’s chin wedged against her navel. “I have a painful confession to make, Mallory Slade.” the raging fire in Elise’s dark eyes betrayed the frigid calm of her voice. “I underestimated you and paid a painful, humiliating price for that error. But now that I know what you’re capable of…” the black-clad brunette curled Mal’s ponytail around her fist and yanked her head back that much farther. “…you will be tamed. For when the mistress of the house raises her hand even the most savage of bytches must obey.”
Slade grunted, raised her hands and braced them against Winterrest’s taut midsection. “Yuuuhhhh…. you’re the one getting brought to heel, Elise. Even if I have to close my jaws on your throat to NNNGGGHH!”
Elise gave her foe’s hair another rough tug, then curled her free hand into a fist and pounded it off her forehead. Forced into complicity with Elise’s mugging by virtue of their voice, the Jungle Dwellers counted off, ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! Instead of delivering the final blow Winterrest crooked her punchin’ hand into and affixed it to Slade’s face. Delighted by the feel of the loser’s features yielding beneath her fingers, the Icy Manipulator gave up the hair-hold and doubled down on Mal’s defenseless face.
“Ok that’s enough, Elise!” the ref barked almost immediately. “Get off her eyes right now! ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
He ended the warning mid-count because Mallory wrapped her arms around the other brunette’s upper thighs and stomped a little ways out of the corner. Shocked and displeased by the sudden removal of her moorings, Winterrest turned her claws to the Aussie’s shoulders in hopes of making her let go. “Set me down this minute, savage.” she demanded. “Or I’ll tear these OFFFGGUUUHHH!”
Mal rocked up on her heels and fell backward to BWUUUNG Elise’s forehead against the top turnbuckle. The collision proved more than enough to extricate the American’s claws, it also ensured Winterrest stumbled from the corner with considerably less confidence than when she’d arrived. A bit bleary but plenty eager to dish out some vengeance, Mallory stalked after the retreating bytch and got her attention with a whistling overhand smack that CRAAACKED between her rival’s shoulders. Elise hissed and rounded on her with a Haymaker at the ready. Slade ducked it and countered with a Toe Kick to Winterrest’s navel.
Elise crumpled around the Tigress’s foot which gave Slade ample opportunity to take possession of her left wrist. Shouldering in close and hard enough to rock the other brunette back a few steps, Mal dropped low and slung her back into the corner with a stiff Irish Whip. Elise turned in time despite having less than half the ring to work with, alas the abbreviated runway didn’t mean the impact was blunted when she BWUUUNGED into the turnbuckles. Off and moving as soon as she heard the sound of body on buckles, Mallory raced to the opposite corner and dropped into a deep, tense crouch. Holding back just long enough to make sure Winterrest wasn’t going to bounce out or fall on her ass, Slade raced down her back-trail and whipped her right leg up at a perfect forty-five degree angle. THWHACK! The Yakuza Kick smashed off Elise’s chin with such force it wedged the Aussie’s leg over the top rope and dropped Miss Murder flat on her back.
CORNER YAKUZA KICK @ 00:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oRYbfxKsAh8
Gripping the top rope to make sure she didn’t lose her balance, Slade flipped hair off her face and grinned out into the crowd. “I know I said it before but in case some of you were at the snack stand I’ll say it one more time. IT’S TIME TO HUNT!”
Eager to sink teeth and talons into the sneaky bytch yet again, Mal extricated her leg from the ropes, then grabbed a double handful of Elise’s hair and pulled her up so her head rested between the bottom and middle turnbuckles. “Glad you wanted to play in the corners, girl. I like playin’ here too.” Slade took the top rope in both hands and quickly stepped onto the bottom strand to effectively straddle her rival. “Close quarters combat is the only place to learn the true nature of your quarry. Is she a fighter? Or is she a runner? I bet you’re a runner.”
Elise grunted, tried to sit up and got a whole lotta Aussie tush slammed into her chest for the trouble. Hopping from her low perch, Slade spread both legs in a ‘V’ and swung down between the ropes to land hard on the American’s sternum. It wasn’t quite a Bronco Buster since Slade only bounced once, but it certainly wasn’t pleasant because the tiger-clad lass locked her ankles and squeeeeeeezed to add a powerful Headscissors to the initial impact.
Far shorter of breath than she would’ve liked, Winterrest raked at her opponent’s thighs and when that didn’t work she reached up with both hands and clamped onto Mallory’s breasts. “Grrhhhhhhh… how’d I know you’d do that?” Slade hissed as her bounty was once again introduced to the tender ministrations of Elise’s icy talons. “Well I can play that game too!” Halving her grip on the top rope, Mallory buried one hand in Winterrest’s hair and yanked her into a snug crotch on mug embrace. Mal flexed her thighs and rocked her hips, subjecting her rival to an embarrassing grind even as Elise continued to maul her chest.
The catty stalemate showed no signs of ending when the referee hurried over and said, “Break those holds, both of you! Mal, I want you out of the corner now. C’mon now, get to it!”
Mallory did so and Elise followed suit, but only after the official had swatted their wrists and threatened mutual disqualification. Disengaging as neatly as she could, Slade stalked away from the corner to adjust her top and take a few deep breaths while Elise balanced on one knee and steadied her breathing.
“Any more cheap shots you want to try, Winterrest?” Mal snarked once Elise returned to boot-leather. “Or are you ready to step to me face to face?”
The Icy Manipulator snorted in derision. “You have no claim on the moral high ground, kitten. You’re as savage as I am, you just beg these people for forgiveness whereas I’d rather just shred you without bothering to pretend like I feel bad about it.”
Slade’s mouth curled up in a wicked smile. “That’s so cute. You actually think I’ll feel bad about what I do to you.”
“Oh, you’re going feel bad, slut. I guarantee it.”
No more talking once the promise was made, Winterrest went straight for the waiting Tigress. Elise’s hands spread for the clench, then the right narrowed to a claw and flicked straight at Mallory’s eyes. Against any other woman it would’ve meant a flash of pain and several seconds of blurred vision, but Slade milked her first eastern diamondback when she was ten and saw the strike coming from a mile away. Snatching Elise’s wrist in one hand, she bent the American’s hand back even as she dipped around behind her for the Hammerlock. “Really, girl?” Mal craaaaaaanked up on the joint-lock, forcing Winterrest onto her tiptoes. “That sort of bush league crap isn’t going to get it done tonight. Keep at it and I’ll pick you apaROOOOW! OW! SO YOU’RE NOT EVEN GONNA TRY TO COVER IT UP ANYMORE?”
Elise had curled the other brunette’s ponytail around her free hand and wrenched it so forcibly Mallory was left looking straight into the rafters. Stubborn enough to pour pressure into the Hammerlock even though it felt like Miss Murder meant to take her scalp, Slade barked, “Get her out of my hair, ref! Or I’ll break her arm!”
If it had been another opponent he wouldn’t have taken her seriously, but considering the level of outright hatred between these women after only two matches, he quickly closed in and tapped Winterrest’s strained shoulder. “Off the hair now, Elise. C’mon, don’t make me waste a count on this.”
Elise punished Mallory with a spiteful jerk, which earned her a hiss and a rebuke that returned her to tiptoes. Somehow managing to appear bored despite the hellish angle of her pinioned limb, she muttered, “I’ll let go of her hair as soon as she lets go of my trunks. She’s been tugging them since the Hammerlock started.” There wasn’t anything particularly unbelievable about the accusation, so the ref went to look and that’s when Winterrest brought her left heel stamping down on Mallory’s left foot. Slade yelped, hopped back on one foot and ended up pinballing into the strands when Elise caught her in the cheek with a backward Headbutt.
In pursuit as soon as she knew her shoulder wasn’t dislocated, Elise shoved Mallory into the ropes and teed off on her chest with half a dozen THWHUMPING Forearm Smashes. Mallory didn’t just stand there and take it, she shoved at the brunette’s shoulders, even got a good handful of hair, but her eyes shimmered with Headbutt tears and Winterrest didn’t call a halt to her mugging until the ref arrived. Reeling the Aussie into a perfectly legal Side Headlock, Elise stuffed her foe’s face against the top rope and started to walk real slow, her methodical pace all the better to grrrrrrrrrrrrind Slade’s cheeks and eye sockets against the rubber-coated steel.
Experienced enough to know the Icy Manipulator would deflect a request as long as she could to continue dishing out punishment, the zebra went straight to the demand stage. “Get her face off the ropes, Elise! Now! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
A bit peeved that the bossy little man hadn’t deigned to play the game, Winterrest picked up her pace, reached the corner at ‘FOUR!’ and celebrated by BWUUUNGING her opponent’s forehead against the top turnbuckle. Slade’s head bounced back quite nicely so Elise gripped the nape of her neck and bounced her noggin until the ref was about to start another count.
“Oh dear me, it seems as if this rowdy little kitten is starting to tire out. Thankfully I know a comfortable spot where she can rest.” Turning the woozy brunette around in a half circle, Winterrest hauled her up across her chest, then wedged her down across the middle rope on a sharp diagonal. “Comfortable, kitten? I hope so.” Elise was still smiling when she grabbed hold of the top rope, hopped straight up and THWHUMPED her knees into Mallory’s tummy on the way down. Breathless well before she hit the canvas, Slade flopped over onto her aching belly and curled both arms against it in the dim hope of keeping Miss Murder at bay.
DOUBLE KNEES ON ROPE HUNG FOE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zz2gI2rBoVc
No such luck, she hadn’t been down two seconds when Winterrest plunged both hands into Mal’s hair and hauled her to verticality. “Well you’re not looking very rested at all.” she cooed to the gut-shot Tigress. “Let’s get you back to bed.” Switching to a Wristlock, Elise stepped back and dropped her hips to send Slade toward the other side of the ring with an Irish Whip. Only instead of letting go the black-clad brunette jerked her prey back the way she’d came and laid out on her side in the same motion. A flick n’ twitch of her legs sent Mallory tumbling forward in a Drop Toe Hold made all the worse because she ‘twaaanged’ down throat-first across the middle rope.
“Dammit Elise!” the official scolded one charge while the other laid on the mat retching and clutching at her neck. “What’d I tell you about that shyt?”
She paused just long enough to fix him with a bland stare. “It has entirely slipped my mind, I‘m afraid. Here’s an idea, you stand there and try to remember, I’ll call you when I’m ready to finish this piece of trash.”
There was no immediate countermand which Winterrest took as tacit approval to peel the other brunette off the mat. Forcing Slade’s head under one arm in a Front Facelock, Elise marched her out to the center of the ring then kicked her legs up and laid out on her back to THWONK the crown of Mallory’s skull with a ‘Murderous’ DDT. The Tigress bounced / rolled onto her back and Winterrest was right there to slither across her chest. Far leg hooked tight, Elise pointed Slade’s backside toward the lights for…
MURDEROUS DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wkeA4bLnc6Q
ONE…
TWO…
Mal kicked loose with a second to spare, the stunned battler instinctively turning to her stomach to escape another cover. “Is kitty worried I might try to pin her again?” Winterrest chided the vulnerable woman. “Rest easy my pet, I’ve got something far less pleasant in mind for you.”
Arms cradled against the back of her aching skull, Mallory growled, “Uhhhnnn…. anything’s better than listening to your goddamned mouth for another secNNNGGGGHH!”
Elise snatched her opponent by the wrists, yanked her up off the mat and THUMPED her right back down. “Manners, dear. Especially when I’m in charge of how many nights you spend in the hospital.” Ready, willing and able to remind the Aussie of this fact, Winterrest shoveled Slade onto her back, then stood up and planted both heels against the inside of her right leg. From there she bent over, reached around Mal’s knee with both hands and pulled that gam up so it was snugged tight against the pits of her knees. Slade started to stir then, it’d been months, but she still remembered what it felt like to get locked in. “AAAAAAAAHHHHHH GAAAAAWWHHHH!” Elise laid out, crossed her ankles and puuuuuuusssshed with her gams while trying to yank Slade’s leg through a hole that was too small at an angle that simply could not work.
MURDEROUS LEGBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xcWZlC5ZgTs
“Whadda ya say, Mallory?” the ref asked while the lass in question focused on keeping one or both shoulders off the canvas. “Want to give it up?”
“This thing couldn’t make me give up before.” she answered through clenched teeth. “It’s not gonna make me give up toniGGEERRAAAAHHHH OOOOWWWWW YOU CRUEL BYTCH!”
Elise, who’d worked her needle-like fingers under the snug defenses of Slade’s kneepad, looked genuinely touched. “Why Mallory, I didn’t know you cared! Thank you very much for the compliment, but I’m afraid flattery won’t stop me from breaking your leg.”
Desperate to get clear of this gawdawful trap, the Tigress of Tallong sat up as best she could, dug both hands into the mat and started draaaaaaaaaaaggging herself toward the ropes. Simultaneously amused and disgusted by the trapped battler’s reaction, Elise made herself as heavy as possible, not quite deadweight (as that would’ve lessened the tension on Slade’s leg) but more than enough to make every inch of claimed canvas a laborious chore. “Behold, the Jungle’s self-proclaimed apex predator!” Winterrest crowed to those fans sitting in the first few rows. “Caught in a trap her so-called wiles can’t defuse, she limps her way to the nearest ranger’s station in hopes that some kind soul will NNNGH!”
Mallory sat up abruptly and PWAAAKED a straight punch into her antagonist’s tummy. Elise groaned but didn’t release the hold. If anything she bore down tighter, those cruelly-skilled fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh behind her adversary’s knee. “Temper, temper, my pet.” the Icy Manipulator scolded. “Keep that up in front of the customers and the rangers might decide you’re too dangerous to keep OOOWWWFFFHHHAAAAHH!”
Mal damned well knew she should focus all her energy on fighting to the ropes, yet pride wouldn’t allow her to soak up Elise’s verbal barbs without making the American suffer in kind. Hands curled into claws, she affixed both to Winterrest’s midsection, making a special point to work the digits into the stylized red slashes of that black one-piece. Her own hands occupied by the Legbar, Elise couldn’t attend to Mallory’s hold without ending her own so she jostled it that much harder. “Your knee has a rather large heads start on my abs, bytch.” Think your wear out this washboard before I amputate at the knee?” Slade didn’t answer with words, rather she squeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed Winterrest’s tummy for five endless seconds. Then she ‘smecked’ her palms against the mat and resumed the slog.
More relieved to be free of that claw than she’d ever let on, Elise sniffed, “I knew you’d take the easy way out. The domesticated ones always--” CRAAACK! The Tigress of Tallong leaned forward and clouted Winterrest across the mouth with a Bytch Slap that swiveled her head in a cloud of dark hair.
Through wasting time on her foe’s taunts, Mal reset her hands yet again and scooted the last few feet in under ten seconds. “Get her off.” she demanded to the ref. “Get her off I’m in the ropes!” Elise took every bit as long to disengage as Mallory’d known she would, but when she did release at ‘FOUR!’ it was without comment or complaint. Sucking in a deep, trembling breath, Slade sidled in against the ropes, pulled her hurting knee close and clasped it in both hands while testing the range of motion. It hurt like hell for the first few seconds, but it faded noticeably after that and the brunette was fairly confident she could continue at her usual speed. Even so, she was careful to grab the ropes when she hauled herself to verticality a few seconds later. Gimpy foot slightly elevated, she leaned against the strands and glared a hole through Miss Murder. “If that’s the worst trap you’ve got I think you’re in trouble, girl.”
“Remember tapping out? Remember BEGGING the referee to make me let you go?” Elise cooed. “We both know there are so many ways for me to skin this particularly odious cat. Or should I say pussy?”
“Submission looks good on you too, Winterrest.” Slade replied once she’d pushed clear of the ropes. “Making you quit was fun. Making you scream my name will be a career highlight.”
“Said no one, ever.” The Malicious Mainer lifted her right hand and curled it into a loose claw. “How about it, peg leg? Is the Jungle’s fearsome tigress brave enough to go tooth and nail with the predator that’s already put jaws to her throat once?”
“Yes she is.” Mal answered, her voice barely above a whisper. The Aussie import stomped forward with no signs of a limp and slapped her left hand against Elise’s waiting palm. Winterrest hefted her second hand to complete the Test and Mal matched her, but instead of locking up with the Icy Manipulator she treated her to a taste of her own medicine by raaaaaaaking her nails across Winterrest’s eyes!
Quite unprepared for that bit of savagery from what she claimed to be a domesticated beast, Elise hissed in surprised pain and drew away only to have her escape cut off when Mallory turned the half Test into a Wristlock. A Toe Kick to the gut doubled Winterrest over and a Kneelift between the eyes righted her just as quickly. Mal was tempted to repeat the combination until the brunette’s knees gave way but she was still seething from the time spent in the Legbar and she wanted results post-haste. With that in mind she stepped back, dropped a shoulder and slung Elise toward the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Whirling as soon as they were separated, Slade bounced into the other set of strands with nary a limp and returned just as quickly. Distance between them was shrinking rapidly when Mal leaned forward and launched herself straight at the incoming American. THWHUMP! Her left shoulder struck Winterrest’s left thigh mere inches above the knee in a brutally modified Chop Block that sent Miss Murder flipping onto her back with a heavy ‘thud!’.
SLADE HAMMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xnhIjwIMpq0
Drawing her wounded leg close the instant she touched down, Elise rolled onto one side and gave voice to a sound that Slade couldn’t identify until she’d reached down and seized possession of the other brunette‘s left ankle. Elise was laughing. Laughing through teeth that wouldn’t quite unclench in the aftermath of that bone-jarring blow.
“Damn girl, I already knew you were a sadist.” Slade stepped back and tried to straighted Winterrest’s leg with a violent yank, an act which still didn’t end her muted laughter. “But I had no idea you were effin’ crazy too.”
“Oh, I’M crazy?” Elise snickered between gasps. “I’M crazy? I’m not crazy, Slade. I’m honest.” She cut herself off because Mal set her feet and yanked on that ankle again. No joy, it remained stubbornly curled to Miss Murder’s chest. “I told these people what I was from the very beginning. You though, you lied about it until a few seconds ago. I wonder if all of these idiots will continue to cheer now that they know you’re every bit the anima I NNNNGGGHHH AAAAAAAHHHH BYTCH!”
Tired of the prone woman’s mind games, Slade let loose of Winterrest’s ankle and STOMPED on the bruise left by her shoulder a few moments prior. Two more stomps loosened Elise’s defenses to the point Mallory could reclaim the vulnerable ankle and she wasted no time stretching her prey’s leg with a single colossal yank. Now that she had what she wanted Slade quickly do-si-do’ed over Elise’s leg with her left and dropped to her knees to pin it between her thigh and calf in a way the American found entirely unpleasant. Not that Mallory gave a damn about Elise’s hurts at the moment, not after the way she’d been made to squirm and grovel in the Legbar. With thoughts of revenge fresh in her mind the Tigress grabbed hold of Winterrest’s right leg and pulled it up against her lower back at a rather sharp angle. Then she tucked her head and somersaulted onto her butt, a move which left her right leg threaded over Elise’s left. Forcing Winterrest’s right shin down across the plank of her intruding gam, Mallory snugged her the pit of her left knee atop the whole gammy knot and bore down to make her foe shriek bloody murder. “
INVERTED FIGURE FOUR @ 00:16
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RzYa31W-3YU
YEEAAAAAHH!” Mallory planted her hands and hoisted her butt off the mat by a few inches to increase the torque on the Inverted Figure Four. “Tell ‘em how it feels, Elise! Go ahead, cutie! Tell all of these fine people how it feels when YOU’RE the one wriggling in a snare!”
Elbows gouged in the canvas as deep as she could get them, Winterrest shook her head ‘no’, whether in response to Mallory’s demand or the official’s inquiries of surrender, no one knew. Angered by the sneering bully’s stubbornness, the Australian returned her butt to the mat, leaned forward and pwak-pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED a series of hammer punches into the other brunette’s backside. Elise groaned which was good, but she didn’t stop, which was intolerable as far as Slade was concerned. Curling her punchin’ hand into a claw, she sank it into the slim curve of those offending buttocks and twisted like someone trying to tear a hunk of bread from the loaf.
“Oh you tacky BYTCH!” Winterrest pounded a fist against the mat and curled her other arm over the back of her head in an effort to ward off the worst of the hurt.
Hapless wailing wasn’t quite a surrender, yet it was far closer to what Mallory wanted, as evidenced by the smile on her face. “What’s wrong, baby?” she cooed to Elise. “These buttery little buns of yours not feeling too good?” She punctuated the question with another hard squeeze, followed by a pair of quick rakes and sharp, malicious wedgie.
Teeth bared in a rictus of pain and anger, Winterrest slammed her knuckles flat and puuuuusssssssshed up off her stomach. It didn’t do anything for the pressure on her knees or lower back, it did however grant a great increase in her mobility and she ‘walked’ the few feet to the ropes. Curling her right arm around the bottom strand, she drew in a little closer and looked to the referee. In a voice that Mallory found maddeningly calm, Miss Murder said, “Would you please tell that vegemite-huffing ass rag to get the f*ck away from me?”
The black & white turned to Slade, who’s pretty face was twisted with loathing and disdain. “You heard her, Mal. She’s in the ropes.”
“You’re right, she is.” Mallory loosened the knot of her legs, just not enough to let Winterrest disengage entirely. Hunching forward, the tawny stunner hooked her thumbs into the leg holes of her rival’s one-piece and YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANKED until Elise finally gave her the full-throated shriek she’d been looking for since the match began. This no doubt deserved albeit still illegal act drew a quick, barking count from the official. Mallory released at ‘THREE’, then slid away and got to her feet.
Elise slid under the bottom rope only to roar in frustration when Slade snatched hold of her ankles. “Not a goddamned chance!” Mal growled as she jerked the other brunette back fully into the ring. “Your pasty ass belongs to me!” She let go of Winterrest’s feet and hopped / dropped onto the small of her back, the exact same motion she’d used to mount unruly alligators during her time at Big John’s zoo. Elise fought as violently as any apex predator, but Mallory dug her knees into her mount’s ribs and quickly pulled Winterrest’s hair back into a loose ponytail. Then she pulled the American’s head back and cupped her other hand under opposing chin. “I could hog-tie you in less than fifteen seconds and no one in this building would lift a finger to free you.” she hissed in Elise’s ear. “And I just might, unless I hear an apology. Can you do that for me, princess?”
Winterrest went still for the first time in several minutes. After a few deep breaths she answered in a soft, clear voice. “My apologies, Mallory. I should’ve stuffed those slutty little tiger print briefs DOWN YOUR F*CKING THROAT WHEN I HAD THE CHANNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Slade ended the Chinlock so she could clout Winterrest across the face with a pair of cudgeling Forearm Smashes. From there she pushed to her feet and tugged the Icy Manipulator up alongside. Placing a hand against the back of Elise’s neck, she doubled her over and forced her upper body between the top and middle ropes. Then she reached over the top, grabbed Winterrest by the biceps and draped ‘em over the tense strand. A rowdy cheer from the Jungle dwellers as Mallory slid her hands over Elise’s strained breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze. “And I should’ve clawed you to bloody tatters after you were begging for mercy.” she murmured in Elise’s ear. “I’ll make up for that mistake tonight.”
Winterrest didn’t answer, so Mal backed off, rounded on one heel and raced to the other side of the squared circle. Bolstered by the support of the crowd, Slade returned in half a dozen bounding strides and took to the skies. THWHACK! Her feet smashed between Elise’s shoulders and bounced her forward so violently her arms jolted free of the top rope. This left her folded in half over the middle rope, she might’ve tumbled over to the floor below if the Tigress had left her to her own devices.
Mallory didn’t let her alone though, she helped herself to a handful of that distended black outfit and hauled her clear of the ropes. “So you wanna leave, creampuff?” Slade curled her arms around Winterrest’s biceps and wrenched them behind her back in a Double Chickenwing. “Then let me show you the door.” The words were barely out of her mouth when Mal dipped into a deep crouch and popped her hips. Elise was torn off her feet, tossed up, over and down to THWHUMP on the back of her head and shoulders. A perfect Tiger Suplex from the Tigress of Tallong kept the Malicious Mainer folded in half for…
TIGER SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jN9wU7UXPM
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Elise kicked out and tumbled onto her stomach with half a second to spare. Mal sighed and used both hands to smooth out her ponytail, but she didn’t argue with the count. In fact she looked quite happy with herself when she scraped the flagging frame of Miss Murder off mat. No taunts, threats or promises now, Slade lowered a shoulder and slipped her left arm between Winterrest’s thighs. Muscling her into a Fireman’s Carry was easy, as was strutting around the ring to show off her trophy. The trouble started when she posted up in the center and-- Elise jabbed an elbow into the side of her head, once, twice, three times! Mallory staggered, steadied herself, then cried out in pain as the other brunette clawed tracks across her face.
Worrying at Slade’s features even as the official demanded she knock that shyt off, the Icy Manipulator shrugged loose of the Fireman’s Carry and landed on her feet behind the Aussie. Elise curled her left arm around Mallory’s neck and cranked her head back to secure the Inverted Facelock. “Oh my dear, sweet, feral kitten.” Winterrest sighed as she grabbed a whole lot of the other woman’s tiger-striped bottoms. “Now I take your f*cking hide.”
She pulled up on those captured togs far harder than necessary, after the abuse her own bottoms had suffered it was only fair that the Australian slut endured the same biting hurt. Hooks set, Elise gathered her strength and hoisted Mallory up and over for what could’ve been an Inverted Vertical Suplex if she’d simply dropped to her back. Instead she twisted around just as Slade passed high noon and dropped to her tush to THAWHUMP Mal’s chest and belly with the Inverted Falcon Arrow she called ‘Winter Wind’.
WINTER WIND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-K73PFo3S8
Mallory turned onto her back in a starfish and while the Icy Manipulator did indeed take a heavy seat on her chest, she had no interest in ending the match. Right hand splayed wide, she touched it to Mallory’s belly and pressed down to keep her pinned in place. “Scream, kitten.” Winterrest ‘shumped’ her left hand to the underside of Slade’s tiny tights and SQUEEEEEEEEEEEZED in a violent, white-knuckled Crotch Claw.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAHHHK!” Mal jolted to life and sank a pair of retaliatory claws into Winterrest’s ribs.
Elise grimaced, then smiled. Painful as it was, she knew, KNEW, that Slade was doing that much worse and so she bore down even harder. “Beg.” Elise demanded. “Beg for mercy or so help me I’ll strip you down to boots and pads.” She pressed and twisted, a five-tined corkscrew applied to the most vulnerable part of her opponent’s anatomy. Mallory did scream, like a seminar of banshees in fact. She also writhed like a snake with a broken back, bucking and twisting so hard that the ref didn’t dare get too close for fear of eating an errant boot or fist. She pulled at her own hair, reached for the ropes, pounded punches into Winterrest’s ribs and raaaaaaaaaaaaked angry red furrows down her attacker’s shoulders and upper back.
hat she did NOT do, was surrender. And she most certainly did not beg.
This didn’t bother Elise in the slightest, at least not at first. But frustration crept in with the cramps that started in her knuckles and quickly passed through her wrist on the way to her forearm. Shifting her knees to better lean down on the claw, Winterrest growled, “You’re finished, Slade! Say it and I’ll let you crawl off to lick your OOOFFFFHHH!”
Mallory propped herself up on her left elbow and THWUMPED a heavy right hook into Miss Murder’s liver. Unenviable positioning and fight fatigue sapped the shot of the worst of its power but it still set off a roiling in her gut that Winterrest didn’t much care for. “Have it your way you striped slut.” Elise abandoned the claw and her perch, albeit not without administering a single vindictive Hammer Punch to her foe’s undercarriage.
Free of the American’s domineering weight, Slade flopped onto one side and curled into a ball centered around the firestorm radiating from her trunks. Rolling her fingers to work out the ache, Elise stomped over to the referee and snapped, “See here you cretin! I won’t stand for--” she reached out and wiped her clawin’ hand off on the black n’ white’s shirt. With her talons once again clean and ready to rend, Winterrest stalked back to her prey and grabbed a handful of hair. “On your knees, kitten. On your knees or I’ll drag you!”
Each word was emphasized by a sharp jerk on Mal’s ponytail and soon she was on all fours, just as the Icy Manipulator wanted. It would’ve been quicker to make the other brunette stand for what she had in mind next, yet Elise Winterrest had never been one to rush a much deserved humiliation and so she took Slade on a slow, crawling circuit of the squared circle that only wrapped up when they’d visited all four corners. By then Mallory was almost up to her knees which meant Winterrest felt perfectly justified in driving a quick Kneelift into the back of the Tigress’s skull. Slade jolted and fell back to her hands and knees or at least she would have if Elise hadn’t clamped onto her ponytail and dragged her to knock-kneed verticality.
“I would’ve accepted your dignity and left you with your health.” the Malicious Mainer explained after she’d turned Mallory toward her and secured a Front Facelock. “But you wouldn’t part with one so now I’m going to take both.”
With that she tossed Mallory’s near arm across her shoulders and snagged a huge handful of striped waistband. A quick dip and hoist raised Slade all the way to high noon, where she stayed even after Winterrest broke from the corner in a lumbering run. Moving quite nimbly despite the balance required to keep the other brunette aloft, Miss Murder made it well beyond the center of the ring before she kicked both legs forward and laid out on her back to THWONK the crown of Mallory’s skull into the canvas. Her eyes wide and vacant after the ring-rattling maneuver, Slade did in fact sit up after impact, but no one was surprised when Elise shoved her right back down and covered for the…
MURDEROUS BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQTVVOvKT6o
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Tigress inched a shoulder off the mat and the crowd almost blew the roof off the Bangor Civic Auditorium as a result. Elise made plenty of noise too, though hers was a low, bubbling growl at the back of her throat. Sparing the official only because he’d already backed away from the action, she buried both hands in Mal’s hair and got to her feet. “You brought this on her.” she told the crowd while dragging Slade to something approximating verticality. “You could’ve urged her to stay down and you didn’t. You’re as much to blame as I am, if not more so.”
The fans didn’t much agree, not that Winterrest gave a shyt. She only forced the other brunette’s head under her right armpit and slipped her hands under Mallory’s biceps to secure the Double Underhook. Worried buzz from those assembled, Elise was thinking Murder Most Foul and if it landed she’d-- Winterrest dipped her knees and Mallory dropped to hers, the gimpy Tigress simply unable to stand after the punishment she’d absorbed throughout the match. The Icy Manipulator remained merciless and undeterred in equal measure. Spreading her feet a bit wider for better leverage, she crouched and slooooowwwwly lifted Slade off the canvas. “No running now, Tigress. The snare is set and waiting for NNNNNNGGGGGGHHHH!”
Mallory shifted all her weight to her left leg so she could SHUMP her right knee directly between the American’s thighs. Jaw dropped by the unexpected low blow, Elise relinquished her hooks and staggered backward holding her throbbing groin. “Yuuuuu…. you… gutless slut.” Winterrest rasped. “I’ll end you for that.”
Slade straightened up as best she could and very deliberately flipped her rival the double birds. “Not gonna do much of anything from over there, Icy.” she taunted. “You wanna end me? Come over here and--”
‘Try’ never left her lips because Winterrest exploded forward with her right arm stretched out for a match-ending Lariat. The efficacy of said Lariat was never definitively proven because Mal dropped into a perfect split and hooked her right arm across Elise’s waist. Biting her lip in an effort to ignore the fresh new hurt this set off in her trunks, Slade shoved / forced Winterrest down onto her back, then pushed up from the split and rolled over into a low, heavy bridge that pinned the other brunette’s upturned haunches against the tawny expanse of her back. Swooping in fast despite his abject surprise, the ref checked Elise’s shoulders then counted…
DINGO TRAP @ 2:45
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uNSmAL-LcFY
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Elise bucked her off, rolled to her knees and showed two fingers to the zebra, only she was showing his back because he’d already turned to throw a signal to the Timekeeper. Moments later the bell sounded and Winterrest bellowed her fury, the sound of it more than powerful enough to compete with the crowd and the Announcer. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… MALLORY SLADE!”
Mal sat up and raised a hand when her name was called, though she couldn’t muster the energy to actually stand until the ref came over and helped her up. “That was amazing, Mallory.” he admitted once her hand was properly raised. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a cradle so GGGRRRRRRRUUUUGGGHHH!”
He doubled over and crumpled to his knees, the poor oblivious dope latest to fall victim to an Elise Winterrest Low Blow. Aware that she was still in quite a bit of trouble despite the match being over, Slade backed up and hunkered forward, her own claws raised to shoulder-level in anticipation of Miss Murder’s wrath. “Back off, girl.” she told the coal-eyed Mainer. “You lost fair and square.”
Elise licked her teeth and smiled. “I know. Why do you think I’m so pissed?” She lunged and Mallory did the same, but where the Tigress sought shoulders the Icy Manipulator RAKED her opponent’s eyes. Groaning and blind, Slade drove a lucky Shoulderblock into her tits, one strong enough to send the black-clad beauty stumbling back on her heels. Absolutely hating to cede the ring after a win, Mallory nonetheless swung around and made for the strands. She was halfway through when Elise stalked over and slammed a kick into the underside of the middle rope. It ‘TWANGED’ up against her togs and Slade’s whole lower half went rubbery.
Only too happy to help, the Malicious Mainer stuffed Mal’s head under her right and threaded her hands up under the Aussie’s biceps. Locking her hands made it that much easier to keep Slade on her feet, not to mention drag her away from the safety of the strands. Treating the belligerent fans to fluttering eyelashes and innocent smiles even as they leveled accusations of ’YOU GOT BEAT!’, Winterrest took her rightful place in the middle of the ring and turned in a slow circle, all the better to allow the troglodytes a perfect view of their precious, hapless Tigress. “On the contrary all of my soft little herbivores.” she cooed. “I was trapped under a fat ass for barely three seconds. Dear Mallory on the other hand, SHE got beat.” Elise lent a great deal of credence to this statement when she dipped her knees and hoisted Mallory upside down in a single savage yank. With the other brunette’s toes pointing toward the rafters, Winterrest kicked her legs forward and laid out on her back to THWONK the crown of Slade’s skull into the mat courtesy a Murder Most Foul.
MURDER MOST FOUL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_V7pl8T_Ls
Mallory rolled through to a seat, her hands reached for her head but didn’t quite make it before fatigue won out and she collapsed onto her back in a semiconscious, glassy-eyed heap. Though she wanted nothing more than to take her time in dismantling what remained of Slade’s pride, Elise knew that the Jungle brass would flood the ring with referees if it looked like she might take things a little too far. Not that the threat of interruption stopped her from shoving Mallory over onto her belly, there wasn’t a force in the state of Maine (or anywhere else for that matter) that could’ve stopped her tonight.
“Do you know why I much prefer to hunt you than your ferocious namesake?” Elise asked as she brushed aside Slade’s ponytail to expose the tiny knot that held her top in place. “Real tigresses haven’t been blessed with the ability to re-grow their shorn pelts.” Gripping one end of that knot between thumb and forefinger, Winterrest pulled it into oblivion, then peeled away her rival’s top. Mallory moaned and made a slow motion grab for her stolen attire but it was far too little far too late and she cradled that arm across her chest despite the fact that she was laid out on her stomach. “Two tops are nice.” the Icy Manipulator said to no one in particular. “They’ll make excellent bookends. I am however, still sorely in need of a centerpiece.”
The crowd, which had flooded the ring with non-stop vitriol ever since Elise’s attack on the ref, quieted considerably when she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of Slade’s briefs at each hip. The lowered volume wasn’t a sign of anticipation or even tacit approval, rather it was the sort of worried almost quiet that only fell when something shocking had happened or was about to happen. Savoring every bit of their discomfort, Winterrest clenched her fists tight and slooooooooooowly peeled the tiger-print bottoms down the slightly less-tanned slopes of Mallory’s backsi--
Elise froze halfway down, snorted with disgust. “Really, Slade? I expected better of you.”
The scrap of fabric Mal wore under briefs could only be labeled a thong under remarkably generous circumstances, yet it kept the defenseless Aussie from being bare down to her boots which meant Winterrest simply couldn’t allow it. Once she’d liberated those tiny tiger-striped tights she flattened her hand into a paddle and clapped Mallory’s bum half a dozen times. “I really should make you eat this.” Elise said of Slade’s last line of protection. “But then I wouldn’t have a complete set. And that simply won’t do.”
Hooking her fingers into the nearly nonexistent waistband of Mallory’s thong, Winterrest tugged up, then-- Relieved cheers from the crowd sent Elise’s gaze to the ramp and damned if those finicky zebras hadn’t finally made their entrance. “I’ll be back for this, sweetcheeks.” she hissed to the burbling brunette an instant before she barrel rolled under the bottom rope. Smartly electing to leave via the side not occupied by referees, Elise raised her stolen trophies for all to see.
“BEHOLD THE TIGRESS! ONCE MIGHTY HUNTRESS NOW REDUCED TO SO MUCH BARE, DEFEATED MEAT! SLADE CAN CLAIM ALL THE VICTORIES SHE WANTS BUT THESE,” she pumped the fist that held Mallory’s briefs, “MARK ME AS THE MOST DANGEROUS PREDATOR IN THE JUNGLE!”
The fans booed, jeered, screamed and roared. But they did not disagree. How could they? Much as they wanted to, there was no proving Elise Winterrest wrong, not as long she kept adding to her collection of Tigress pelts.
In the ring, the Announcer raised a microphone to his lips. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Tallong, Queensland Australia, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is the Tigress, MALLORY SLADE!”
ONE FOR THE MONEY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nelJaBym7cs
MALLORY SLADE:
The sold out crowd sprang to their feet and roared their approval out for the tawny stunner with a penchant for orange and black. Alongside their thunder came Escape the Fate’s ‘One For the Money’ and Mallory appeared a moment later, the brunette battler bursting through the curtain. Bolting halfway down the aisle before she ground to a stop, Slade whipped around on her heel to better address the crowd. “WHAT TIME IS IT, PEOPLE?” she bellowed.
‘IT’S TIME TO HUNT!’ they replied several hundred times over.
Pumping a fist in approval, Slade resumed her stroll while zigzagging across the aisle to slap each and every hand extended to her. For tonight’s battle against the one jungle beast that dared to show her no respect, Mallory sported a tiger print halter-style bikini top and matching bottoms, the waistband of which were adorned with an inch or so of orange and black fringe. Pads at knee and wrist were black while her wrist tape and boots were bright orange. Her hair, a shoulder length dark brown highlighted by sun-born golden blonde streaks, was pulled back in a tight ponytail more than a little evocative of a tiger’s tail.
Strutting around to the side closest to the camera, Mal put her right hand on the apron and made a point of draaaaaaaaagging her nails along the canvas as she walked to the other end. Upon reaching it she turned back, made her way to the middle and hopped / slid under the bottom rope. Long legs stretched out behind in a near split, Slade put her right hand down and again made a show of raking invisible furrows in tonight’s battleground. In doing so she propelled herself out of the split and into a graceful back handstand that brought in several more new fans. Mallory went to the far corner almost immediately. Normally she would’ve hopped onto the second rope and saluted the crowd one more time, but tonight she kept her eyes locked on the entranceway. She didn’t think the cold bytch had the guts to come at her any which way but straight on, but she had no intention of presenting her back to anything but a corner until Winterrest was in full view.
Slade was still burning a hole through the curtain that hung over the entranceway when the Announcer went on. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Belasco Maine, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-three pounds. They call her Miss Murder, ELISE WINTERREST!”
OUT OF THE BLACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_d_C5b-BD4
The vitriol that greeted this statement was a perfect contrast to the adulation heaped upon Mallory. Accompanied by the pounding, staccato drumbeat of Royal Blood’s ‘Out of the Black’, Elise stepped into view and spread her arms wide to encourage even more derision. She got it in spades, but the Icy Manipulator only had eyes for the Aussie trash lurking down in the ring. Finally deigning to smile when the house lights went down, then blazed forth in an eerie, fiery red, Elise started down the aisle to the squared circle.
ELISE WINTERREST:
One item of note, the bendy-backed brunette wasn’t sporting her usual shift of black silk, tonight she wore a long black tee-shirt that clung to her curves like a glove. Said shirt was adorned with what looked like hundreds upon hundreds of chalk outlines, piled into something that looked remarkably like a Pollock painting. Atop this, in blood red letters were two words: JUSTIFIABLE HOMICIDE. The hem of the shirt stopped well above mid-thigh, thus allowing the mouth-breathers and basement dwellers a good look at her matching black elbow and knee pads and gleaming black boots that ended an inch south of her knee. Inscribed vertically along one side of each boot was a single word in a dark, ominous red: ‘Redrum’.
Standing in the shadow of the squared circle, Elise stopped to face one of the beguiled locals but when he extended a hand she moved in close and held a finger to his lips, an eerie bit of control that echoed the line pouring through the speakers. ‘So don’t breathe when I talk, ‘Cause you haven’t been spoken to.’ 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 center of the ring without so much as a backwards glance.
Brazen as ever despite the galling setback in their last match, Elise stopped within two feet of her Australian adversary and maintained scorching eye contact as she gripped the bottom edge of her new tee-shirt in both hands and peeled it off. She offered it to the official but when he reached for it the Icy Manipulator tossed it into Mallory’s face! Now a wadded tee-shirt wasn’t going to do the slightest bit of damage, it did however break Slade’s concentration which was all the opening Winterrest needed. Lunging in low and fast, she stuffed a shoulder against the other brunette’s tummy and kept right on going even as she lifted Mal onto her intruding shoulder. Hands locked beneath Slade’s squirming tush, Elise put on a final burst of speed just prior to BWUUUNGING her foe against the buckles.
The bell CLANGED a start to the match then, not that Winterrest gave two shyts about any blessing other than her own. Intent on erasing the humiliation of her first singles loss in the Jungle, she grabbed the bottom rope in each hand and hurled herself into the Aussie import’s summer-tanned tummy half a dozen times in perhaps that many seconds.
“Come on, Elise! Back it off!” the ref scolded her to the best of his ability, which meant it was just enough to get on Miss Murder’s nerves. “You know you can’t jump her like--”
Winterrest straightened up, snatched hold of Slade’s throat and turned her attention to the zebra all in one eerily silent motion. “I will deal with this…. savage… any way I see fit.” she hissed through clenched teeth. “And it will take more than the likes of you to thwart what I intend for her.”
With that she pivoted and THWHUMPED a huge Kneelift into Mal’s belly, lest the Tigress get any foolish ideas about escape. Relinquishing the stranglehold for a grip on Slade’s hair just to keep the black & white from nattering, Winterrest climbed onto the second rope and pressed in so close that the tip of Mallory’s chin wedged against her navel. “I have a painful confession to make, Mallory Slade.” the raging fire in Elise’s dark eyes betrayed the frigid calm of her voice. “I underestimated you and paid a painful, humiliating price for that error. But now that I know what you’re capable of…” the black-clad brunette curled Mal’s ponytail around her fist and yanked her head back that much farther. “…you will be tamed. For when the mistress of the house raises her hand even the most savage of bytches must obey.”
Slade grunted, raised her hands and braced them against Winterrest’s taut midsection. “Yuuuhhhh…. you’re the one getting brought to heel, Elise. Even if I have to close my jaws on your throat to NNNGGGHH!”
Elise gave her foe’s hair another rough tug, then curled her free hand into a fist and pounded it off her forehead. Forced into complicity with Elise’s mugging by virtue of their voice, the Jungle Dwellers counted off, ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! Instead of delivering the final blow Winterrest crooked her punchin’ hand into and affixed it to Slade’s face. Delighted by the feel of the loser’s features yielding beneath her fingers, the Icy Manipulator gave up the hair-hold and doubled down on Mal’s defenseless face.
“Ok that’s enough, Elise!” the ref barked almost immediately. “Get off her eyes right now! ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
He ended the warning mid-count because Mallory wrapped her arms around the other brunette’s upper thighs and stomped a little ways out of the corner. Shocked and displeased by the sudden removal of her moorings, Winterrest turned her claws to the Aussie’s shoulders in hopes of making her let go. “Set me down this minute, savage.” she demanded. “Or I’ll tear these OFFFGGUUUHHH!”
Mal rocked up on her heels and fell backward to BWUUUNG Elise’s forehead against the top turnbuckle. The collision proved more than enough to extricate the American’s claws, it also ensured Winterrest stumbled from the corner with considerably less confidence than when she’d arrived. A bit bleary but plenty eager to dish out some vengeance, Mallory stalked after the retreating bytch and got her attention with a whistling overhand smack that CRAAACKED between her rival’s shoulders. Elise hissed and rounded on her with a Haymaker at the ready. Slade ducked it and countered with a Toe Kick to Winterrest’s navel.
Elise crumpled around the Tigress’s foot which gave Slade ample opportunity to take possession of her left wrist. Shouldering in close and hard enough to rock the other brunette back a few steps, Mal dropped low and slung her back into the corner with a stiff Irish Whip. Elise turned in time despite having less than half the ring to work with, alas the abbreviated runway didn’t mean the impact was blunted when she BWUUUNGED into the turnbuckles. Off and moving as soon as she heard the sound of body on buckles, Mallory raced to the opposite corner and dropped into a deep, tense crouch. Holding back just long enough to make sure Winterrest wasn’t going to bounce out or fall on her ass, Slade raced down her back-trail and whipped her right leg up at a perfect forty-five degree angle. THWHACK! The Yakuza Kick smashed off Elise’s chin with such force it wedged the Aussie’s leg over the top rope and dropped Miss Murder flat on her back.
CORNER YAKUZA KICK @ 00:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oRYbfxKsAh8
Gripping the top rope to make sure she didn’t lose her balance, Slade flipped hair off her face and grinned out into the crowd. “I know I said it before but in case some of you were at the snack stand I’ll say it one more time. IT’S TIME TO HUNT!”
Eager to sink teeth and talons into the sneaky bytch yet again, Mal extricated her leg from the ropes, then grabbed a double handful of Elise’s hair and pulled her up so her head rested between the bottom and middle turnbuckles. “Glad you wanted to play in the corners, girl. I like playin’ here too.” Slade took the top rope in both hands and quickly stepped onto the bottom strand to effectively straddle her rival. “Close quarters combat is the only place to learn the true nature of your quarry. Is she a fighter? Or is she a runner? I bet you’re a runner.”
Elise grunted, tried to sit up and got a whole lotta Aussie tush slammed into her chest for the trouble. Hopping from her low perch, Slade spread both legs in a ‘V’ and swung down between the ropes to land hard on the American’s sternum. It wasn’t quite a Bronco Buster since Slade only bounced once, but it certainly wasn’t pleasant because the tiger-clad lass locked her ankles and squeeeeeeezed to add a powerful Headscissors to the initial impact.
Far shorter of breath than she would’ve liked, Winterrest raked at her opponent’s thighs and when that didn’t work she reached up with both hands and clamped onto Mallory’s breasts. “Grrhhhhhhh… how’d I know you’d do that?” Slade hissed as her bounty was once again introduced to the tender ministrations of Elise’s icy talons. “Well I can play that game too!” Halving her grip on the top rope, Mallory buried one hand in Winterrest’s hair and yanked her into a snug crotch on mug embrace. Mal flexed her thighs and rocked her hips, subjecting her rival to an embarrassing grind even as Elise continued to maul her chest.
The catty stalemate showed no signs of ending when the referee hurried over and said, “Break those holds, both of you! Mal, I want you out of the corner now. C’mon now, get to it!”
Mallory did so and Elise followed suit, but only after the official had swatted their wrists and threatened mutual disqualification. Disengaging as neatly as she could, Slade stalked away from the corner to adjust her top and take a few deep breaths while Elise balanced on one knee and steadied her breathing.
“Any more cheap shots you want to try, Winterrest?” Mal snarked once Elise returned to boot-leather. “Or are you ready to step to me face to face?”
The Icy Manipulator snorted in derision. “You have no claim on the moral high ground, kitten. You’re as savage as I am, you just beg these people for forgiveness whereas I’d rather just shred you without bothering to pretend like I feel bad about it.”
Slade’s mouth curled up in a wicked smile. “That’s so cute. You actually think I’ll feel bad about what I do to you.”
“Oh, you’re going feel bad, slut. I guarantee it.”
No more talking once the promise was made, Winterrest went straight for the waiting Tigress. Elise’s hands spread for the clench, then the right narrowed to a claw and flicked straight at Mallory’s eyes. Against any other woman it would’ve meant a flash of pain and several seconds of blurred vision, but Slade milked her first eastern diamondback when she was ten and saw the strike coming from a mile away. Snatching Elise’s wrist in one hand, she bent the American’s hand back even as she dipped around behind her for the Hammerlock. “Really, girl?” Mal craaaaaaanked up on the joint-lock, forcing Winterrest onto her tiptoes. “That sort of bush league crap isn’t going to get it done tonight. Keep at it and I’ll pick you apaROOOOW! OW! SO YOU’RE NOT EVEN GONNA TRY TO COVER IT UP ANYMORE?”
Elise had curled the other brunette’s ponytail around her free hand and wrenched it so forcibly Mallory was left looking straight into the rafters. Stubborn enough to pour pressure into the Hammerlock even though it felt like Miss Murder meant to take her scalp, Slade barked, “Get her out of my hair, ref! Or I’ll break her arm!”
If it had been another opponent he wouldn’t have taken her seriously, but considering the level of outright hatred between these women after only two matches, he quickly closed in and tapped Winterrest’s strained shoulder. “Off the hair now, Elise. C’mon, don’t make me waste a count on this.”
Elise punished Mallory with a spiteful jerk, which earned her a hiss and a rebuke that returned her to tiptoes. Somehow managing to appear bored despite the hellish angle of her pinioned limb, she muttered, “I’ll let go of her hair as soon as she lets go of my trunks. She’s been tugging them since the Hammerlock started.” There wasn’t anything particularly unbelievable about the accusation, so the ref went to look and that’s when Winterrest brought her left heel stamping down on Mallory’s left foot. Slade yelped, hopped back on one foot and ended up pinballing into the strands when Elise caught her in the cheek with a backward Headbutt.
In pursuit as soon as she knew her shoulder wasn’t dislocated, Elise shoved Mallory into the ropes and teed off on her chest with half a dozen THWHUMPING Forearm Smashes. Mallory didn’t just stand there and take it, she shoved at the brunette’s shoulders, even got a good handful of hair, but her eyes shimmered with Headbutt tears and Winterrest didn’t call a halt to her mugging until the ref arrived. Reeling the Aussie into a perfectly legal Side Headlock, Elise stuffed her foe’s face against the top rope and started to walk real slow, her methodical pace all the better to grrrrrrrrrrrrind Slade’s cheeks and eye sockets against the rubber-coated steel.
Experienced enough to know the Icy Manipulator would deflect a request as long as she could to continue dishing out punishment, the zebra went straight to the demand stage. “Get her face off the ropes, Elise! Now! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
A bit peeved that the bossy little man hadn’t deigned to play the game, Winterrest picked up her pace, reached the corner at ‘FOUR!’ and celebrated by BWUUUNGING her opponent’s forehead against the top turnbuckle. Slade’s head bounced back quite nicely so Elise gripped the nape of her neck and bounced her noggin until the ref was about to start another count.
“Oh dear me, it seems as if this rowdy little kitten is starting to tire out. Thankfully I know a comfortable spot where she can rest.” Turning the woozy brunette around in a half circle, Winterrest hauled her up across her chest, then wedged her down across the middle rope on a sharp diagonal. “Comfortable, kitten? I hope so.” Elise was still smiling when she grabbed hold of the top rope, hopped straight up and THWHUMPED her knees into Mallory’s tummy on the way down. Breathless well before she hit the canvas, Slade flopped over onto her aching belly and curled both arms against it in the dim hope of keeping Miss Murder at bay.
DOUBLE KNEES ON ROPE HUNG FOE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zz2gI2rBoVc
No such luck, she hadn’t been down two seconds when Winterrest plunged both hands into Mal’s hair and hauled her to verticality. “Well you’re not looking very rested at all.” she cooed to the gut-shot Tigress. “Let’s get you back to bed.” Switching to a Wristlock, Elise stepped back and dropped her hips to send Slade toward the other side of the ring with an Irish Whip. Only instead of letting go the black-clad brunette jerked her prey back the way she’d came and laid out on her side in the same motion. A flick n’ twitch of her legs sent Mallory tumbling forward in a Drop Toe Hold made all the worse because she ‘twaaanged’ down throat-first across the middle rope.
“Dammit Elise!” the official scolded one charge while the other laid on the mat retching and clutching at her neck. “What’d I tell you about that shyt?”
She paused just long enough to fix him with a bland stare. “It has entirely slipped my mind, I‘m afraid. Here’s an idea, you stand there and try to remember, I’ll call you when I’m ready to finish this piece of trash.”
There was no immediate countermand which Winterrest took as tacit approval to peel the other brunette off the mat. Forcing Slade’s head under one arm in a Front Facelock, Elise marched her out to the center of the ring then kicked her legs up and laid out on her back to THWONK the crown of Mallory’s skull with a ‘Murderous’ DDT. The Tigress bounced / rolled onto her back and Winterrest was right there to slither across her chest. Far leg hooked tight, Elise pointed Slade’s backside toward the lights for…
MURDEROUS DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wkeA4bLnc6Q
ONE…
TWO…
Mal kicked loose with a second to spare, the stunned battler instinctively turning to her stomach to escape another cover. “Is kitty worried I might try to pin her again?” Winterrest chided the vulnerable woman. “Rest easy my pet, I’ve got something far less pleasant in mind for you.”
Arms cradled against the back of her aching skull, Mallory growled, “Uhhhnnn…. anything’s better than listening to your goddamned mouth for another secNNNGGGGHH!”
Elise snatched her opponent by the wrists, yanked her up off the mat and THUMPED her right back down. “Manners, dear. Especially when I’m in charge of how many nights you spend in the hospital.” Ready, willing and able to remind the Aussie of this fact, Winterrest shoveled Slade onto her back, then stood up and planted both heels against the inside of her right leg. From there she bent over, reached around Mal’s knee with both hands and pulled that gam up so it was snugged tight against the pits of her knees. Slade started to stir then, it’d been months, but she still remembered what it felt like to get locked in. “AAAAAAAAHHHHHH GAAAAAWWHHHH!” Elise laid out, crossed her ankles and puuuuuuusssshed with her gams while trying to yank Slade’s leg through a hole that was too small at an angle that simply could not work.
MURDEROUS LEGBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xcWZlC5ZgTs
“Whadda ya say, Mallory?” the ref asked while the lass in question focused on keeping one or both shoulders off the canvas. “Want to give it up?”
“This thing couldn’t make me give up before.” she answered through clenched teeth. “It’s not gonna make me give up toniGGEERRAAAAHHHH OOOOWWWWW YOU CRUEL BYTCH!”
Elise, who’d worked her needle-like fingers under the snug defenses of Slade’s kneepad, looked genuinely touched. “Why Mallory, I didn’t know you cared! Thank you very much for the compliment, but I’m afraid flattery won’t stop me from breaking your leg.”
Desperate to get clear of this gawdawful trap, the Tigress of Tallong sat up as best she could, dug both hands into the mat and started draaaaaaaaaaaggging herself toward the ropes. Simultaneously amused and disgusted by the trapped battler’s reaction, Elise made herself as heavy as possible, not quite deadweight (as that would’ve lessened the tension on Slade’s leg) but more than enough to make every inch of claimed canvas a laborious chore. “Behold, the Jungle’s self-proclaimed apex predator!” Winterrest crowed to those fans sitting in the first few rows. “Caught in a trap her so-called wiles can’t defuse, she limps her way to the nearest ranger’s station in hopes that some kind soul will NNNGH!”
Mallory sat up abruptly and PWAAAKED a straight punch into her antagonist’s tummy. Elise groaned but didn’t release the hold. If anything she bore down tighter, those cruelly-skilled fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh behind her adversary’s knee. “Temper, temper, my pet.” the Icy Manipulator scolded. “Keep that up in front of the customers and the rangers might decide you’re too dangerous to keep OOOWWWFFFHHHAAAAHH!”
Mal damned well knew she should focus all her energy on fighting to the ropes, yet pride wouldn’t allow her to soak up Elise’s verbal barbs without making the American suffer in kind. Hands curled into claws, she affixed both to Winterrest’s midsection, making a special point to work the digits into the stylized red slashes of that black one-piece. Her own hands occupied by the Legbar, Elise couldn’t attend to Mallory’s hold without ending her own so she jostled it that much harder. “Your knee has a rather large heads start on my abs, bytch.” Think your wear out this washboard before I amputate at the knee?” Slade didn’t answer with words, rather she squeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed Winterrest’s tummy for five endless seconds. Then she ‘smecked’ her palms against the mat and resumed the slog.
More relieved to be free of that claw than she’d ever let on, Elise sniffed, “I knew you’d take the easy way out. The domesticated ones always--” CRAAACK! The Tigress of Tallong leaned forward and clouted Winterrest across the mouth with a Bytch Slap that swiveled her head in a cloud of dark hair.
Through wasting time on her foe’s taunts, Mal reset her hands yet again and scooted the last few feet in under ten seconds. “Get her off.” she demanded to the ref. “Get her off I’m in the ropes!” Elise took every bit as long to disengage as Mallory’d known she would, but when she did release at ‘FOUR!’ it was without comment or complaint. Sucking in a deep, trembling breath, Slade sidled in against the ropes, pulled her hurting knee close and clasped it in both hands while testing the range of motion. It hurt like hell for the first few seconds, but it faded noticeably after that and the brunette was fairly confident she could continue at her usual speed. Even so, she was careful to grab the ropes when she hauled herself to verticality a few seconds later. Gimpy foot slightly elevated, she leaned against the strands and glared a hole through Miss Murder. “If that’s the worst trap you’ve got I think you’re in trouble, girl.”
“Remember tapping out? Remember BEGGING the referee to make me let you go?” Elise cooed. “We both know there are so many ways for me to skin this particularly odious cat. Or should I say pussy?”
“Submission looks good on you too, Winterrest.” Slade replied once she’d pushed clear of the ropes. “Making you quit was fun. Making you scream my name will be a career highlight.”
“Said no one, ever.” The Malicious Mainer lifted her right hand and curled it into a loose claw. “How about it, peg leg? Is the Jungle’s fearsome tigress brave enough to go tooth and nail with the predator that’s already put jaws to her throat once?”
“Yes she is.” Mal answered, her voice barely above a whisper. The Aussie import stomped forward with no signs of a limp and slapped her left hand against Elise’s waiting palm. Winterrest hefted her second hand to complete the Test and Mal matched her, but instead of locking up with the Icy Manipulator she treated her to a taste of her own medicine by raaaaaaaking her nails across Winterrest’s eyes!
Quite unprepared for that bit of savagery from what she claimed to be a domesticated beast, Elise hissed in surprised pain and drew away only to have her escape cut off when Mallory turned the half Test into a Wristlock. A Toe Kick to the gut doubled Winterrest over and a Kneelift between the eyes righted her just as quickly. Mal was tempted to repeat the combination until the brunette’s knees gave way but she was still seething from the time spent in the Legbar and she wanted results post-haste. With that in mind she stepped back, dropped a shoulder and slung Elise toward the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Whirling as soon as they were separated, Slade bounced into the other set of strands with nary a limp and returned just as quickly. Distance between them was shrinking rapidly when Mal leaned forward and launched herself straight at the incoming American. THWHUMP! Her left shoulder struck Winterrest’s left thigh mere inches above the knee in a brutally modified Chop Block that sent Miss Murder flipping onto her back with a heavy ‘thud!’.
SLADE HAMMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xnhIjwIMpq0
Drawing her wounded leg close the instant she touched down, Elise rolled onto one side and gave voice to a sound that Slade couldn’t identify until she’d reached down and seized possession of the other brunette‘s left ankle. Elise was laughing. Laughing through teeth that wouldn’t quite unclench in the aftermath of that bone-jarring blow.
“Damn girl, I already knew you were a sadist.” Slade stepped back and tried to straighted Winterrest’s leg with a violent yank, an act which still didn’t end her muted laughter. “But I had no idea you were effin’ crazy too.”
“Oh, I’M crazy?” Elise snickered between gasps. “I’M crazy? I’m not crazy, Slade. I’m honest.” She cut herself off because Mal set her feet and yanked on that ankle again. No joy, it remained stubbornly curled to Miss Murder’s chest. “I told these people what I was from the very beginning. You though, you lied about it until a few seconds ago. I wonder if all of these idiots will continue to cheer now that they know you’re every bit the anima I NNNNGGGHHH AAAAAAAHHHH BYTCH!”
Tired of the prone woman’s mind games, Slade let loose of Winterrest’s ankle and STOMPED on the bruise left by her shoulder a few moments prior. Two more stomps loosened Elise’s defenses to the point Mallory could reclaim the vulnerable ankle and she wasted no time stretching her prey’s leg with a single colossal yank. Now that she had what she wanted Slade quickly do-si-do’ed over Elise’s leg with her left and dropped to her knees to pin it between her thigh and calf in a way the American found entirely unpleasant. Not that Mallory gave a damn about Elise’s hurts at the moment, not after the way she’d been made to squirm and grovel in the Legbar. With thoughts of revenge fresh in her mind the Tigress grabbed hold of Winterrest’s right leg and pulled it up against her lower back at a rather sharp angle. Then she tucked her head and somersaulted onto her butt, a move which left her right leg threaded over Elise’s left. Forcing Winterrest’s right shin down across the plank of her intruding gam, Mallory snugged her the pit of her left knee atop the whole gammy knot and bore down to make her foe shriek bloody murder. “
INVERTED FIGURE FOUR @ 00:16
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RzYa31W-3YU
YEEAAAAAHH!” Mallory planted her hands and hoisted her butt off the mat by a few inches to increase the torque on the Inverted Figure Four. “Tell ‘em how it feels, Elise! Go ahead, cutie! Tell all of these fine people how it feels when YOU’RE the one wriggling in a snare!”
Elbows gouged in the canvas as deep as she could get them, Winterrest shook her head ‘no’, whether in response to Mallory’s demand or the official’s inquiries of surrender, no one knew. Angered by the sneering bully’s stubbornness, the Australian returned her butt to the mat, leaned forward and pwak-pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED a series of hammer punches into the other brunette’s backside. Elise groaned which was good, but she didn’t stop, which was intolerable as far as Slade was concerned. Curling her punchin’ hand into a claw, she sank it into the slim curve of those offending buttocks and twisted like someone trying to tear a hunk of bread from the loaf.
“Oh you tacky BYTCH!” Winterrest pounded a fist against the mat and curled her other arm over the back of her head in an effort to ward off the worst of the hurt.
Hapless wailing wasn’t quite a surrender, yet it was far closer to what Mallory wanted, as evidenced by the smile on her face. “What’s wrong, baby?” she cooed to Elise. “These buttery little buns of yours not feeling too good?” She punctuated the question with another hard squeeze, followed by a pair of quick rakes and sharp, malicious wedgie.
Teeth bared in a rictus of pain and anger, Winterrest slammed her knuckles flat and puuuuusssssssshed up off her stomach. It didn’t do anything for the pressure on her knees or lower back, it did however grant a great increase in her mobility and she ‘walked’ the few feet to the ropes. Curling her right arm around the bottom strand, she drew in a little closer and looked to the referee. In a voice that Mallory found maddeningly calm, Miss Murder said, “Would you please tell that vegemite-huffing ass rag to get the f*ck away from me?”
The black & white turned to Slade, who’s pretty face was twisted with loathing and disdain. “You heard her, Mal. She’s in the ropes.”
“You’re right, she is.” Mallory loosened the knot of her legs, just not enough to let Winterrest disengage entirely. Hunching forward, the tawny stunner hooked her thumbs into the leg holes of her rival’s one-piece and YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANKED until Elise finally gave her the full-throated shriek she’d been looking for since the match began. This no doubt deserved albeit still illegal act drew a quick, barking count from the official. Mallory released at ‘THREE’, then slid away and got to her feet.
Elise slid under the bottom rope only to roar in frustration when Slade snatched hold of her ankles. “Not a goddamned chance!” Mal growled as she jerked the other brunette back fully into the ring. “Your pasty ass belongs to me!” She let go of Winterrest’s feet and hopped / dropped onto the small of her back, the exact same motion she’d used to mount unruly alligators during her time at Big John’s zoo. Elise fought as violently as any apex predator, but Mallory dug her knees into her mount’s ribs and quickly pulled Winterrest’s hair back into a loose ponytail. Then she pulled the American’s head back and cupped her other hand under opposing chin. “I could hog-tie you in less than fifteen seconds and no one in this building would lift a finger to free you.” she hissed in Elise’s ear. “And I just might, unless I hear an apology. Can you do that for me, princess?”
Winterrest went still for the first time in several minutes. After a few deep breaths she answered in a soft, clear voice. “My apologies, Mallory. I should’ve stuffed those slutty little tiger print briefs DOWN YOUR F*CKING THROAT WHEN I HAD THE CHANNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Slade ended the Chinlock so she could clout Winterrest across the face with a pair of cudgeling Forearm Smashes. From there she pushed to her feet and tugged the Icy Manipulator up alongside. Placing a hand against the back of Elise’s neck, she doubled her over and forced her upper body between the top and middle ropes. Then she reached over the top, grabbed Winterrest by the biceps and draped ‘em over the tense strand. A rowdy cheer from the Jungle dwellers as Mallory slid her hands over Elise’s strained breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze. “And I should’ve clawed you to bloody tatters after you were begging for mercy.” she murmured in Elise’s ear. “I’ll make up for that mistake tonight.”
Winterrest didn’t answer, so Mal backed off, rounded on one heel and raced to the other side of the squared circle. Bolstered by the support of the crowd, Slade returned in half a dozen bounding strides and took to the skies. THWHACK! Her feet smashed between Elise’s shoulders and bounced her forward so violently her arms jolted free of the top rope. This left her folded in half over the middle rope, she might’ve tumbled over to the floor below if the Tigress had left her to her own devices.
Mallory didn’t let her alone though, she helped herself to a handful of that distended black outfit and hauled her clear of the ropes. “So you wanna leave, creampuff?” Slade curled her arms around Winterrest’s biceps and wrenched them behind her back in a Double Chickenwing. “Then let me show you the door.” The words were barely out of her mouth when Mal dipped into a deep crouch and popped her hips. Elise was torn off her feet, tossed up, over and down to THWHUMP on the back of her head and shoulders. A perfect Tiger Suplex from the Tigress of Tallong kept the Malicious Mainer folded in half for…
TIGER SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jN9wU7UXPM
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Elise kicked out and tumbled onto her stomach with half a second to spare. Mal sighed and used both hands to smooth out her ponytail, but she didn’t argue with the count. In fact she looked quite happy with herself when she scraped the flagging frame of Miss Murder off mat. No taunts, threats or promises now, Slade lowered a shoulder and slipped her left arm between Winterrest’s thighs. Muscling her into a Fireman’s Carry was easy, as was strutting around the ring to show off her trophy. The trouble started when she posted up in the center and-- Elise jabbed an elbow into the side of her head, once, twice, three times! Mallory staggered, steadied herself, then cried out in pain as the other brunette clawed tracks across her face.
Worrying at Slade’s features even as the official demanded she knock that shyt off, the Icy Manipulator shrugged loose of the Fireman’s Carry and landed on her feet behind the Aussie. Elise curled her left arm around Mallory’s neck and cranked her head back to secure the Inverted Facelock. “Oh my dear, sweet, feral kitten.” Winterrest sighed as she grabbed a whole lot of the other woman’s tiger-striped bottoms. “Now I take your f*cking hide.”
She pulled up on those captured togs far harder than necessary, after the abuse her own bottoms had suffered it was only fair that the Australian slut endured the same biting hurt. Hooks set, Elise gathered her strength and hoisted Mallory up and over for what could’ve been an Inverted Vertical Suplex if she’d simply dropped to her back. Instead she twisted around just as Slade passed high noon and dropped to her tush to THAWHUMP Mal’s chest and belly with the Inverted Falcon Arrow she called ‘Winter Wind’.
WINTER WIND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-K73PFo3S8
Mallory turned onto her back in a starfish and while the Icy Manipulator did indeed take a heavy seat on her chest, she had no interest in ending the match. Right hand splayed wide, she touched it to Mallory’s belly and pressed down to keep her pinned in place. “Scream, kitten.” Winterrest ‘shumped’ her left hand to the underside of Slade’s tiny tights and SQUEEEEEEEEEEEZED in a violent, white-knuckled Crotch Claw.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAHHHK!” Mal jolted to life and sank a pair of retaliatory claws into Winterrest’s ribs.
Elise grimaced, then smiled. Painful as it was, she knew, KNEW, that Slade was doing that much worse and so she bore down even harder. “Beg.” Elise demanded. “Beg for mercy or so help me I’ll strip you down to boots and pads.” She pressed and twisted, a five-tined corkscrew applied to the most vulnerable part of her opponent’s anatomy. Mallory did scream, like a seminar of banshees in fact. She also writhed like a snake with a broken back, bucking and twisting so hard that the ref didn’t dare get too close for fear of eating an errant boot or fist. She pulled at her own hair, reached for the ropes, pounded punches into Winterrest’s ribs and raaaaaaaaaaaaked angry red furrows down her attacker’s shoulders and upper back.
hat she did NOT do, was surrender. And she most certainly did not beg.
This didn’t bother Elise in the slightest, at least not at first. But frustration crept in with the cramps that started in her knuckles and quickly passed through her wrist on the way to her forearm. Shifting her knees to better lean down on the claw, Winterrest growled, “You’re finished, Slade! Say it and I’ll let you crawl off to lick your OOOFFFFHHH!”
Mallory propped herself up on her left elbow and THWUMPED a heavy right hook into Miss Murder’s liver. Unenviable positioning and fight fatigue sapped the shot of the worst of its power but it still set off a roiling in her gut that Winterrest didn’t much care for. “Have it your way you striped slut.” Elise abandoned the claw and her perch, albeit not without administering a single vindictive Hammer Punch to her foe’s undercarriage.
Free of the American’s domineering weight, Slade flopped onto one side and curled into a ball centered around the firestorm radiating from her trunks. Rolling her fingers to work out the ache, Elise stomped over to the referee and snapped, “See here you cretin! I won’t stand for--” she reached out and wiped her clawin’ hand off on the black n’ white’s shirt. With her talons once again clean and ready to rend, Winterrest stalked back to her prey and grabbed a handful of hair. “On your knees, kitten. On your knees or I’ll drag you!”
Each word was emphasized by a sharp jerk on Mal’s ponytail and soon she was on all fours, just as the Icy Manipulator wanted. It would’ve been quicker to make the other brunette stand for what she had in mind next, yet Elise Winterrest had never been one to rush a much deserved humiliation and so she took Slade on a slow, crawling circuit of the squared circle that only wrapped up when they’d visited all four corners. By then Mallory was almost up to her knees which meant Winterrest felt perfectly justified in driving a quick Kneelift into the back of the Tigress’s skull. Slade jolted and fell back to her hands and knees or at least she would have if Elise hadn’t clamped onto her ponytail and dragged her to knock-kneed verticality.
“I would’ve accepted your dignity and left you with your health.” the Malicious Mainer explained after she’d turned Mallory toward her and secured a Front Facelock. “But you wouldn’t part with one so now I’m going to take both.”
With that she tossed Mallory’s near arm across her shoulders and snagged a huge handful of striped waistband. A quick dip and hoist raised Slade all the way to high noon, where she stayed even after Winterrest broke from the corner in a lumbering run. Moving quite nimbly despite the balance required to keep the other brunette aloft, Miss Murder made it well beyond the center of the ring before she kicked both legs forward and laid out on her back to THWONK the crown of Mallory’s skull into the canvas. Her eyes wide and vacant after the ring-rattling maneuver, Slade did in fact sit up after impact, but no one was surprised when Elise shoved her right back down and covered for the…
MURDEROUS BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQTVVOvKT6o
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Tigress inched a shoulder off the mat and the crowd almost blew the roof off the Bangor Civic Auditorium as a result. Elise made plenty of noise too, though hers was a low, bubbling growl at the back of her throat. Sparing the official only because he’d already backed away from the action, she buried both hands in Mal’s hair and got to her feet. “You brought this on her.” she told the crowd while dragging Slade to something approximating verticality. “You could’ve urged her to stay down and you didn’t. You’re as much to blame as I am, if not more so.”
The fans didn’t much agree, not that Winterrest gave a shyt. She only forced the other brunette’s head under her right armpit and slipped her hands under Mallory’s biceps to secure the Double Underhook. Worried buzz from those assembled, Elise was thinking Murder Most Foul and if it landed she’d-- Winterrest dipped her knees and Mallory dropped to hers, the gimpy Tigress simply unable to stand after the punishment she’d absorbed throughout the match. The Icy Manipulator remained merciless and undeterred in equal measure. Spreading her feet a bit wider for better leverage, she crouched and slooooowwwwly lifted Slade off the canvas. “No running now, Tigress. The snare is set and waiting for NNNNNNGGGGGGHHHH!”
Mallory shifted all her weight to her left leg so she could SHUMP her right knee directly between the American’s thighs. Jaw dropped by the unexpected low blow, Elise relinquished her hooks and staggered backward holding her throbbing groin. “Yuuuuu…. you… gutless slut.” Winterrest rasped. “I’ll end you for that.”
Slade straightened up as best she could and very deliberately flipped her rival the double birds. “Not gonna do much of anything from over there, Icy.” she taunted. “You wanna end me? Come over here and--”
‘Try’ never left her lips because Winterrest exploded forward with her right arm stretched out for a match-ending Lariat. The efficacy of said Lariat was never definitively proven because Mal dropped into a perfect split and hooked her right arm across Elise’s waist. Biting her lip in an effort to ignore the fresh new hurt this set off in her trunks, Slade shoved / forced Winterrest down onto her back, then pushed up from the split and rolled over into a low, heavy bridge that pinned the other brunette’s upturned haunches against the tawny expanse of her back. Swooping in fast despite his abject surprise, the ref checked Elise’s shoulders then counted…
DINGO TRAP @ 2:45
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uNSmAL-LcFY
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Elise bucked her off, rolled to her knees and showed two fingers to the zebra, only she was showing his back because he’d already turned to throw a signal to the Timekeeper. Moments later the bell sounded and Winterrest bellowed her fury, the sound of it more than powerful enough to compete with the crowd and the Announcer. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… MALLORY SLADE!”
Mal sat up and raised a hand when her name was called, though she couldn’t muster the energy to actually stand until the ref came over and helped her up. “That was amazing, Mallory.” he admitted once her hand was properly raised. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a cradle so GGGRRRRRRRUUUUGGGHHH!”
He doubled over and crumpled to his knees, the poor oblivious dope latest to fall victim to an Elise Winterrest Low Blow. Aware that she was still in quite a bit of trouble despite the match being over, Slade backed up and hunkered forward, her own claws raised to shoulder-level in anticipation of Miss Murder’s wrath. “Back off, girl.” she told the coal-eyed Mainer. “You lost fair and square.”
Elise licked her teeth and smiled. “I know. Why do you think I’m so pissed?” She lunged and Mallory did the same, but where the Tigress sought shoulders the Icy Manipulator RAKED her opponent’s eyes. Groaning and blind, Slade drove a lucky Shoulderblock into her tits, one strong enough to send the black-clad beauty stumbling back on her heels. Absolutely hating to cede the ring after a win, Mallory nonetheless swung around and made for the strands. She was halfway through when Elise stalked over and slammed a kick into the underside of the middle rope. It ‘TWANGED’ up against her togs and Slade’s whole lower half went rubbery.
Only too happy to help, the Malicious Mainer stuffed Mal’s head under her right and threaded her hands up under the Aussie’s biceps. Locking her hands made it that much easier to keep Slade on her feet, not to mention drag her away from the safety of the strands. Treating the belligerent fans to fluttering eyelashes and innocent smiles even as they leveled accusations of ’YOU GOT BEAT!’, Winterrest took her rightful place in the middle of the ring and turned in a slow circle, all the better to allow the troglodytes a perfect view of their precious, hapless Tigress. “On the contrary all of my soft little herbivores.” she cooed. “I was trapped under a fat ass for barely three seconds. Dear Mallory on the other hand, SHE got beat.” Elise lent a great deal of credence to this statement when she dipped her knees and hoisted Mallory upside down in a single savage yank. With the other brunette’s toes pointing toward the rafters, Winterrest kicked her legs forward and laid out on her back to THWONK the crown of Slade’s skull into the mat courtesy a Murder Most Foul.
MURDER MOST FOUL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_V7pl8T_Ls
Mallory rolled through to a seat, her hands reached for her head but didn’t quite make it before fatigue won out and she collapsed onto her back in a semiconscious, glassy-eyed heap. Though she wanted nothing more than to take her time in dismantling what remained of Slade’s pride, Elise knew that the Jungle brass would flood the ring with referees if it looked like she might take things a little too far. Not that the threat of interruption stopped her from shoving Mallory over onto her belly, there wasn’t a force in the state of Maine (or anywhere else for that matter) that could’ve stopped her tonight.
“Do you know why I much prefer to hunt you than your ferocious namesake?” Elise asked as she brushed aside Slade’s ponytail to expose the tiny knot that held her top in place. “Real tigresses haven’t been blessed with the ability to re-grow their shorn pelts.” Gripping one end of that knot between thumb and forefinger, Winterrest pulled it into oblivion, then peeled away her rival’s top. Mallory moaned and made a slow motion grab for her stolen attire but it was far too little far too late and she cradled that arm across her chest despite the fact that she was laid out on her stomach. “Two tops are nice.” the Icy Manipulator said to no one in particular. “They’ll make excellent bookends. I am however, still sorely in need of a centerpiece.”
The crowd, which had flooded the ring with non-stop vitriol ever since Elise’s attack on the ref, quieted considerably when she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of Slade’s briefs at each hip. The lowered volume wasn’t a sign of anticipation or even tacit approval, rather it was the sort of worried almost quiet that only fell when something shocking had happened or was about to happen. Savoring every bit of their discomfort, Winterrest clenched her fists tight and slooooooooooowly peeled the tiger-print bottoms down the slightly less-tanned slopes of Mallory’s backsi--
Elise froze halfway down, snorted with disgust. “Really, Slade? I expected better of you.”
The scrap of fabric Mal wore under briefs could only be labeled a thong under remarkably generous circumstances, yet it kept the defenseless Aussie from being bare down to her boots which meant Winterrest simply couldn’t allow it. Once she’d liberated those tiny tiger-striped tights she flattened her hand into a paddle and clapped Mallory’s bum half a dozen times. “I really should make you eat this.” Elise said of Slade’s last line of protection. “But then I wouldn’t have a complete set. And that simply won’t do.”
Hooking her fingers into the nearly nonexistent waistband of Mallory’s thong, Winterrest tugged up, then-- Relieved cheers from the crowd sent Elise’s gaze to the ramp and damned if those finicky zebras hadn’t finally made their entrance. “I’ll be back for this, sweetcheeks.” she hissed to the burbling brunette an instant before she barrel rolled under the bottom rope. Smartly electing to leave via the side not occupied by referees, Elise raised her stolen trophies for all to see.
“BEHOLD THE TIGRESS! ONCE MIGHTY HUNTRESS NOW REDUCED TO SO MUCH BARE, DEFEATED MEAT! SLADE CAN CLAIM ALL THE VICTORIES SHE WANTS BUT THESE,” she pumped the fist that held Mallory’s briefs, “MARK ME AS THE MOST DANGEROUS PREDATOR IN THE JUNGLE!”
The fans booed, jeered, screamed and roared. But they did not disagree. How could they? Much as they wanted to, there was no proving Elise Winterrest wrong, not as long she kept adding to her collection of Tigress pelts.