Post by bigfan on Apr 5, 2017 15:17:45 GMT
“I’m going to go find a jacket.”
“There isn’t time.” Behind the curtain, Anna grabbed Caity by the elbow to keep her from scampering off. “See.” The Brit smirked as her music hit, and the two of them made their walk to the ring without any additions to their gear. Anna suspected Caity was exaggerating her desire for vengeance on the woman who’d eliminated her from the tournament, but Sharpe was grateful for the distraction anyway. No matter that she was facing a hobbled opponent this was still a semifinal, another step closer to the business end of things, and on the tennis court at least, Anna had a history of underwhelming when the stage got bigger.
Anna Sharpe:
Caity Mason:
“Kick her ass, baby,” was Mason’s last, painfully generic bit of advice before Anna rolled under the bottom rope. Looking out into the crowd she was pleased to see fewer references to her loss to Sammain on the signage - putting a win between herself and that humiliation had evidently helped.
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Singapore, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and twelve pounds, this is ESTRINA STARRRRRFIIREEEE!”
Estrina Starfire:
The crowd cheered for the Awesome Asian as she entered the arena. However, she was in less than optimal condition to take in the warm welcome she received. All she can think about is how to deal with Anna and most importantly, her injured back. She stepped onto the ring apron and raised her arm before discarding her cape.
Estrina kept a close set of wandering eyes on both Anna and Caity as she stepped into the ring. As if her injured back was not enough burden, she has to out-wrestle a heavy-set Anna and defend herself against Caity who was looking for payback. Circling the ring like a vulture waiting for dead meat, Caity was definitely going to make this match very difficult for The Awesome Asian.
The bell CLANG and Estrina's feet staggered with her fist raised. She was not looking for a test of strength, not in the state she was in. Instead, she aimed to slow down her taller and heavier foe by targeting her legs, before finishing her off. As both wrestlers inch closer to one another, Estrina attempted a low kick, only to have her kick slicing through air as Anna stepped back to dodge it. Remaining calm and collected, Estrina spun back into her stance and continued to circle around the ring as she looked for an opening.
Down at ringside, Caity Mason prowled the floor in her unusual attire, heavy red hoodie over wool sweater over two different t-shirts, sweating up a storm under the swaddling gear as she readied for payback. “You can still stare at my ass,” she snapped, in response to some of the more entitled fans giving her shit for covering up the goods. But while the outfit was uncomfortable, returning to her role as Anna’s cheerleader was not – the Cali catfighter more than happy to cede the spotlight and watch Sharpe work.
Speaking of.
“You ready for that?” Anna, indicating Mason’s gear. “We doubted a crippled bitch could work me hard enough to break a sweat, so you get Caity instead. And she’s taking it very seriously – she wore that all day.”
Estrina wrinkled her nose at the idea of her own post-match humiliation being visited upon her, then grunted as Anna charged in with a kneelift, doubling her over. The dirty blonde followed up with some clubbing shots to the back, ringing out loud and crisp as Starfire gasped and went first to one knee, then to all fours, Sharpe switching to stomp that vulnerable lumbar until the brunette was flat out on her belly. Using Estrina as a stepping stone earned Anna whistles of derision from the crowd, but she left it to Caity to deal with their predictable hypocrisy.
“Oh fuck all of you. You know if Sammain had done that there’d be Walter Raleigh GIF’s all over your 8-follower Twitter accounts in minutes.”
Having crouched down to haul Estrina upright, Anna slipped an arm between her legs and did more damage to that back with a tight Powerslam, riding out the slight bounce of Estrina’s body generated by the impact. While her focus on the injury was not exactly the double-handed backhand of wrestling innovation, in fact Caity had already tried it out in the previous round, the difference was Sharpe had the strength to make it work.
“Come on, up,” she said, adding a mean little tug down near the roots of Estrina’s glossy mane to keep her discouraged. Starfire hissed like an angry cat, her arm reaching for Anna’s, but the Brit shook her off and whipped her into the buckles, so hard that in spite of Estrina’s relatively slender frame, the ring shook.
“Hey, someone here must have nasal spray. Because I don’t want that pit-sniffer’s airways blocked.” Sensing the end was already nigh, Caity pulled off her hoodie and watched admiringly as Anna charged across the ring, buttocks jostling in her yoga shorts. The Brit aimed her knee at Starfire’s bowed head, but when the time came for impact that head was no longer there, Estrina having dropped to her ass in the corner, leaving Anna to collide hard with the ringpost, the end no longer quite so nigh.
Estrina rise to her feet and quickly got to working. The Powerslam she received made her realized that Sharpe must be taken out quick to avoid exacerbating her injury and a taste of her own medicine by Caity. Estrina connected several sharp kicks to the back of Anna’s weakened leg like a lumberjill chopping down a tall tree, but the inability the twist her hip without hurting herself weakened her kicks significantly. Realizing that her kicks wouldn’t work, Estrina bounced off the ropes and delivered a running dropkick to the knee of the shakened Anna causing her to fall.
The crowd roared as the smaller Asian lass brought the tall Caucasian to the ground. Anna rolled to her back and groaned as she cupped her knee with both hands. Starfire, instead of rallying the crowd, quickly went to capitalize on Anna’s damaged knee. Anna frantically waved her hands ‘no’ as Estrina pulled her injured leg straight and pummelled her with kicks to the back of Anna’s knee.
“You ready for this?” Estrina flashed her armpit as she retaliate the words said to her earlier before tucking in Anna’s leg and flipping her over in a Single Leg Crab.
Single Leg Crab
“Give up you bitch!” Estrina demanded.
The hold, however, seemed to have little effect on Anna as she gritted her teeth and began dragging herself and Estrina across the ring. Estrina was flustered by the strength of her opponent, but was not able to muster enough strength to ground the hold given her injured back. The hold was broken in less than a minute. The anxious Estrina wasted no time and ascended the turnbuckle while Anna used the stood up the support of one leg and the rope.
The crowd admired Starfire’s balance as she slowly stood on the ropes. Oblivious to her surrounding, Anna turned around and looked for her opponent only to see a white figure being thrown at her.
Diving Crossbody
Estrina pressed onto Anna’s body for the cover.
“One!
Two!”
In a dramatic fashion, Anna broke the cover by tossing the white-clad beauty with both arms. Estrina looked in shocked as her taller adversary rose to one knee. Unwilling to let her opponent gain an upper hand over her, she quickly charged as Anna got to one knee and THWACK her with a Shining Wizard.
Shining Wizard
Anna fell back into a spread-eagle as Estrina scurried over for another cover.
“One!
Two!
Thrennooo!”
Estrina slapped her hands to the ground in frustration as Anna kicked out of a near fall. Estrina’s body sheened with perspiration over her warm yellow skin. Gouging her nails deep into her thigh, Estrina has to distract herself from the immense pain in her back as got onto one knee. She took a few more shallow breaths before mustering the strength to endure the pain as she stood up.
Busting out these physically-demanding moves has been putting a lot of stress on Starfire’s body. Her body is tired and broken, but thinking of her first title loss in her early days in South East Asia kept her mind intact and strong.
“Come on Anna! Get up! Kick her ass!” Caity screamed from ringside as a woozy head Anna struggled to her feet.
Estrina moved to the back of rising opponent and locked her in a side waistlock in an attempt to throw her heavier opponent. She hoped a successful throw would put some serious damage on her opponent or at least, break her morale. Her feet dug deep into the ground as she summoned all her strength to lift the 130 lbs Anna off the ground but it was in vain. Without a strong back, such a feat would be impossible. She quickly shoved Anna off and charged at Anna again with a Crossbody when suddenly…
“Gotcha!” Anna smirked as she caught an incoming Estrina. Estrina shook her head ‘no’ as Anna strutted the ring with Estrina in her arms before hauling her over with a Fallway slam!
Fallaway Slam
Quickly back to her feet, Anna tested her hurting leg with a trip to the ropes, and finding the pain bearable, came back with a high elevation Double Kneedrop to Estrina’s hitherto untested abs. The brunette curled up around her belly, the strain showing on her face as she rolled onto her hip, open-mouthed. This time when Anna gripped her head to haul her back to verticality the Brit made sure to dig her nails in, marking Starfire’s chin with a set of small indentations.
Making quick eye contact with Caity, Sharpe slung Estrina between the ropes out to the floor, jumping down after her while the Cali Catfighter climbed to the apron to run interference.
“Hey ref, how was your skank after getting her face sat on? She’s a comfort eater, I bet. Curled up on the sofa with some Publix pie and blotchy cheeks.”
Carpenter was too much of a professional to be thrown off by the jibes. “I’ll be sure to tell Jenny you asked after her,” he said mildly, getting a drunken cheer from his own small fan section in the crowd. Most likely it was they who briefly got a “You struck out,” chant going, directed toward Mason as she hopped back down to the floor, a sour expression on her face.
Still, she needn’t have worried too much, Anna was doing fine all on her own. Whipped hard into the edge of the ring, Estrina screamed, a terrible noise that had the arena united in showering Anna with opprobrium. The racket-smashing blonde didn't mind, in fact she latched on to a few scattered voices calling for the match to be stopped.
“You heard them, asshole. You want her in a wheelchair?” Sharpe called up to the official but didn’t otherwise hesitate, scooping Estrina up and holding her perpendicular. As the count hit double digits Anna drove Starfire back first into the ringpost. She cried out in Sharpe’s grasp, her black hair trailing toward the mats.
Again. Another cry. Real venom in the crowd reaction now.
Anna dumped Estrina on the apron, rolled her under the bottom rope. The dominating Brit stopped to pick up a bottle that had come to rest almost underneath her foot when Caity’s voice cut through the cacophony of noise. “Hey! Get your ass in there!”
With less than a second to spare Sharpe scrambled back into the ring, the less than precise clock in her head a reminder that yes, this was the Rookie Tournament. She went straight for the cover, hooking Estrina’s leg for…
One!
Two!
Threennnoooo!
Sharpe sat back on her haunches aghast as Starfire shrugged a shoulder up. “Dumb bitch. You’ve already won things – I’ve seen it.” Frustration boiling over, she straddled the struggling Singaporean, pulled her head up off the canvas and started to pound right hands into her skull. This went on until the official caught hold of her bicep.
“Hey. C’mon Anna. One minute you’re asking me to stop the match to protect her, now you’re trying to give her a concussion. I want you to give her some room, ok?”
Shaking her arm loose of his grip, Anna stood up and backed off with a glare. The ref begin counting out Estrina as she struggled her way to the corner to stand up with the help of turnbuckle – face filled with anguish.
“…7… Hey! Can you still fight?” The ref asked concerningly.
“Yes…Don’t stop the match…no matter what…” Estrina muttered with trickles of sweat falling off her nose and chin as she nods.
Anna stood in the opposite corner ready to maul the resilient fool. As soon as the ref moved out of the way, Anna charged towards her with a thunderous clothesline that almost decapitated the white-clad beauty.
“Arghh...” Estrina moaned as she fell out of the corner but Anna grabbed her by her face touched the ground.
“This one is for all your stupid fans, Estrina!” Anna growled as she whipped Estrina across the ring again and followed along for another clothesline to her weakened foe, only this time, The Awesome Asian hopped up onto the middle ropes and threw a kick backwards.
Springboard Shin Kick
THWACK!
Anna was caught by surprise. Her brains rattled as the kick landed to the side of her face. Both wrestlers crashed to the canvas. Anna was totally dazed by the blow while Estrina made time to recover. The crowd roared loudly as the Awesome Asian turned the tide against the spiteful blonde.
“Oh shut up you guys!” Caity scolded the crowd in response to the cheers for Estrina.
“1…2…3…4…”
Estrina rolled onto her belly and dragged herself towards Anna in a shaky leopard crawl before sloppily placing one arm on Anna.
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOO!
The crowd sighed as Anna raised her shoulder up to break the fall. They really wanted Caity and Anna to leave the tournament and against their wishes, Anna was fighting to stay.
Estrina let out a powerful scream as she stood up, taunting Anna to rise. Anna got to her fours then her knees when Estrina swarmed her with a barrage of kicks to her chest, each kick echoed by the excited crowd.
At the fifth, maybe sixth kick, Sharpe suddenly surprised Estrina by grabbing her attacking leg and took her to the ground.
“Why don’t you make it easy for you and me and just accept the inevitable?” Anna growled as she stood up and flipped Estrina over for a Single Leg Crab. Fortunately for Estrina, she managed to scamper to the ropes before the hold was fully locked in.
“One…Two…Three..Four... Get off her!” The ref shoved Anna away to break the hold.
“Fuck off!” Anna defiantly responded to the referee as she picked Estrina up in a vice grip. All while maintaining an intense gaze at the referee.
As Anna tugged her white-clad opponent to the centre of the ring, Estrina regained control by shoving Anna’s arms away, followed by a One-Two slap combination and a Spin Kick to the mid-section causing her to double over. Maintaining her momentum, Estrina quickly bounced against the ropes for a running attack. Her momentum was, however, short-lived when Anna quickly recovered and nailed her to the ground with a clothesline. Anna threw her body across Estrina for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREENOOO!
Estrina instinctively lifted her shoulders up with 0.5 seconds to spare! The crowd erupted into “Estrina” chants.
“Shut up! All of you! Shut up!” Anna slapped the mat in frustration as the chants grew louder. She dragged Estrina towards the ropes and hanged her head onto the middle ropes.
Estrina still woozy from the clothesline was still unwary of the predicament she was in until a knee drove her throat into the middle ropes. She choked and gagged while shuffling her legs.
“One…Two…Three…Four…” Anna let go at the count of four.
“I swear, Anna, if you try to pull that shit again, I will disqualify you!” The referee warned
Arguments between Anna and the official ensued when Caity delivered a cheap elbow shot to the Estrina’s face while the referee is distracted. Flickers of sweat flew off Estrina’s face as she fell back into the ring. Anna quickly hooked her leg for the cover while the crowd booed. Caity, seemingly proud of herself, turned towards the crowd and raised her fingers according to the referee’s count.
ONE!
TWO!
Estrina kicked out again at the count of two.
“Hey Ref! That’s a 3! Can you even count?” Caity complained.
Estrina’s maniacal determination to stay in the match had buried any merciful impulses Anna might have felt. She pulled Estrina to a swaying seat in center ring then fired a Soccer Kick between her shoulders, the spanking impact demonstrating that Anna too had prowess with her feet. Starfire bared her teeth and stretched out her arms to grab at the air, which unfortunately made it easy for Sharpe to snatch her wrists and haul her back upright. The Brit kept going, lifting Estrina across her shoulders and parading her for the disapproving masses.
“Any of you that are struggling to find the money for that mail-order bride you wanted, there might be one here going cheap. I can’t imagine she’ll get her visa renewed for her wrestling skills. Probably going to have to scrub some pit sweat off her faunngghh.” The jeers turned to cheers as Estrina pistoned her knee into Anna’s mouth, putting enough of a wobble into Sharpe for the Singaporean to wriggle her way back to the canvas. Wincing because even the minor jolt of her feet touching down sent a twinge up her spine, Estrina thwacked a kick into Anna’s hamstring, and as the Brit’s leg buckled the brunette swept her into an Inverted Facelock, grinning out into the crowd as they popped for the proximity of face and armpit.
“I think she likes it,” Estrina shouted.
Anna most assuredly didn’t. She kicked her legs in the air and wrapped them around the middle rope to force a break, though whether it did her any good or not was debatable. Suspended horizontally, she took a hard Forearm Smash to her unprepared belly before Estrina let her go, to dangle by her ankles and then sprawl inelegantly on the canvas.
Estrina wiped her hair out of her face, curling her fingers in a ‘come on’ gesture as she waited for Sharpe to rise. Down on the floor Caity Mason had long since stripped to her bra in expectation of avenging her post-match humiliation. Now she felt obliged to step in and deliver some reassurance. Only Anna waved her off with a slashing jerk of her hand, like an executioner’s blade. “It’s fine, I don’t need help to beat a fucking broken-backed kid, okay?”
“Okay.” But Caity didn’t step away. Her eyes on Estrina, she curled her fingers over Anna’s as Sharpe gripped the rope to climb to her feet. “Just be ready, baby.”
Wise, albeit obvious, words, for when Anna turned around Estrina was already in the air, showing her soles to Sharpe as she looked to finish things with a Hurricanrana. Wide eyed, the WTA’s 3-time leading racket-smasher swayed back just enough to enable her to twist her fingers in Estrina’s one-piece and Powerbomb her to the canvas. The structure shaking SLAM of the impact deflated the crowd, but the quiet became an insistent buzz of concern when Anna, who had maintained her grip on the sides of Estrina’s outfit, thus keeping Starfire’s legs in the air, stepped between them and crossed them at the ankles. The Sharpeshooter set up, Anna twisted the Singaporean onto her belly then dropped into a crouch.
“No! No! Noooo!” Estrina screamed out her dissent without being asked. They were positioned so that Sharpe could see the brunette’s face on the giant screen, stretched taut with agony. Too far from the ropes if she went in a straight line, Estrina dragged and clawed and pawed to try turn them in a circle, doing well enough for Caity to stretch out a hand ready to pull the lifeline out of reach. Tears welled up in Estrina’s eyes as she tried to overcome the painful ordeal and reach safety.
Squatting deeper, her ass pressed against the brunette’s, Anna gritted her teeth and walked them a few steps out into the center of the ring. Estrina’s screams grew louder, her arms reached the Brit’s tight and dug deep, hoping she would release the hold. Anna leaned back further, putting even more pressure on the hold. Estrina’s face wrinkled in pain, as much as she wants to win the tournament, her body was telling her to stop. And finally, blessedly, Anna heard the slap of palm on canvas, the ringing of a bell, the opening bars of her music. Estrina had submitted in silence, and as Anna let go of her legs she rolled onto her back, her arms coming up to cover her face. It was the first submission loss Estrina has suffered throughout her entire career. Embarrassed, she laid on the ground sobbing as news and photos of her defeat ripple through the twitter-verse.
“Your winner, by submission, and advancing to the finals of the Rookie of the Year Tournament, ANNAAAAA SHARRRRRPPE!”
As if the embarrassment from a submission loss was not enough, Caity climbed into the ring and high-fived Anna in the process.
“Girl I waited a long day for this!” Caity remarked as she lift her arm up.
“Get her up Anna!”
Starfire tried her hardest to resist but was ultimately was ultimately subdued with a backbreaker. Broken and powerless to fight, Anna manipulated her with ease and shoved her face into the armpit of the Catfighter!
“Yea, sniff it all in!” Anna mocked as she smeared Estrina’s face over Caity’s pit.
“Mmmmmmm…I can see why you enjoy doing this now!” Caity added insult to injury. The warm, moist odour was making Estrina retch throughout the ordeal.
“Alright! Looks like the pit-sniffer had enough! Let’s go!” Estrina slumped to the ground as she was spared from further humiliation. However, the damage has already been done as Estrina laid on her back, covering her face in shame.