Post by bigfan on Apr 17, 2017 2:06:51 GMT
The opening video package gave way to a furious blast of green and white pyro, which in turn gave way to the Announcer posted up in the center of the ring. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to MARCH TO WAR! Our opening contest is scheduled for one fall with a ten minute time limit!”
Oh so eager for the start of hostilities, the crowd responded heartily... which only ebbed slightly at the first stirrings of a somewhat unfamiliar beat--namely, Sumo Cyco’s “My Name is Rock ‘N’ Roll”...
“Introducing first, hailing from Boulder, Colorado, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and seventeen pounds. She is the Backyard Highlight Reel… RIIILLLEEEYYY SHHHAAAYYYNNNEEE!!!!!”
RILEY SHAYNE:
His words were still hanging in the rafters when the young FAWN star transformed into a blonde, tan and aquamarine blur of motion, sprinting toward the ring. The wins were finally starting to come for the youngster--more so alongside AJ than on her own, but singles success was beginning to come as well. Diving under the bottom rope and springing back to her feet quickly, the Orlando denizens got a better chance to appreciate this adorable little scrapper. Ready to do battle in her favorite aquamarine two-piece, white pads and matching boots, the death-defying blonde threw up both hands and bellowed, “YOU READY FOR A FIGHT, ORLANDO?”
Orlando most certainly was, so they roared at the top of their lungs, which in turn got a fist pump and wide grin from the talented ingénue. Just as the Coloradical Kid sprang onto the middle turnbuckle, the blonde shrugged her shoulders as guitarist Matt Drake posed the question, “What will it take...”
A female voice concluded, “... to become free?”
“Let go of yourself...” came the gruff masculine response, before Riley shouted along with the song...
“I’M GONNA MAKE YOU BELIEVE!”
Riley was still bouncing in place on the ropes when the Announcer raised his mic a second time. “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. Please welcome to the FAWN Arena for the very first time, Miss Murder, ELISE WINTERREST!”
OUT OF THE BLACK:
A moment of unadulterated shock masquerading as silence followed by a volley of truly vitriolic boos, neither of which halted the pounding, staccato drumbeat of Royal Blood’s ‘Out of the Black’. A few seconds later Elise stepped into view and spread her arms wide, the Icy Manipulator brazenly challenging the Florida plebeians to hit her with everything the had. Damned if they didn’t give it a good shot, but it was all sound and fury, the sort of which Winterrest had drawn since the very first night she stepped into a wrestling ring. Savoring their hatred the way her weaker compatriots loved cheers, Elise offered the camera a beautiful white smile, one that turned the color of blood when the house lights went down, then blazed forth in an eerie, fiery red. Finally turning her attention to the woman opposing her, Elise treated Riley to a little wave and started down the ramp.
ELISE WINTERREST:
For her debut on the main roster, Elise wore a jett-black, belly baring tee emblazoned with dozens upon dozens of splayed chalk outlines and a single word stretched across the chest: REDRUM. With the hem stopping a few inches north of her navel, the losers and halfwits all got an undeserved look at her matching black elbow and knee pads and gleaming black boots that ended an inch south of her knee.
Easing into the shadow of the squared circle, Elise stopped to face one of the mumbling mouth breathers, but when he leaned forward to give her a piece of his woefully inadequate mind, she raised 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, glided between the ropes and claimed the center of the ring for her very own. Dark eyes locked on the hard camera, Elise took the bottom edge of her tee-shirt in both hands and peeled it overhead to fully reveal the black halter style one-piece with its four bright red slashes across the front. Shirt discarded without so much as a thought, Winterrest turned to Riley and placed a fingertip at the top of each of those ugly slashes. Then she sloooooooowly traced them all the way to the bottom, figuratively ‘spilling her guts’ even as the lights returned to normal. Still smiling, Elise backed into te far corner and waited to see if the spineless referee actually had the fortitude to inspect her pads and boots.
The bell sounded moments after final inspections and the already rambunctious crowd grew that much louder now that the first leg of this March to War was officially underway. Pleased to be back on pay-per-view despite the fact that the powers that be intended to offer her up as a sacrificial lamb for the grinning sadist known as Ms. Murder, Riley Shayne clapped her hands once, twice, thrice, more than enough to get the whole of those assembled doing the same. Ready, willing and oh so able to play the spoiler, the nimble blonde lightweight pumped a fist in thanks, then headed out to the center of the ring. Over on a more ominous side of town, Elise watched her foe’s theatrics with the wryest of wry smiles. Noting the thunderous rhythm of the fans as nothing more important than distant static, Winterrest let Shayne cross the center line before she stepped away from the buckles and strode along the strands like someone out for an early spring constitutional.
All well and good for Elise of course, Riley however was itching for a fight, so she charged the strands, took to the skies and grabbed hold of the top rope in both hands, then whipped around in a glorious Tiger Feint Kick that ‘whicked’ her boots no more than an inch from the tip of Winterrest’s nose! Give Elise credit, the brunette didn’t flinch the close call, in fact she even offered her foe a polite round of applause once Shayne was back on her feet. “Impressive acrobatics dear, Dominique Daly herself could do no better. Please, allow me to shake the hand of such a finely tuned athlete.”
Her tone sounded sincere, not that Riley was fooled for an instant. “Sorry babe, I tune into see what’s going on in Bangor every week and I know your tricks. I’ll shake your hand AFTER the match is over… if you’re still conscious, that is.”
Winterrest smiled, showing gleaming white teeth. “Quick AND clever! Well aren’t you just--”
Elise lunged to sweep Shayne into a Collar & Elbow, probably would’ve caught her too, if the blonde wasn’t already on high alert. As it was Riley ducked at just the right time, twisted around behind the taller brunette and caught her in a Side Headlock. “Yeah!” Riley bore down on the simple hold, trying to grind away some of Winterrest’s vaunted icy façade in the vise of her forearm and bicep. “How’s that feeling, miss? Think you’ll still sound so polite when you’ve got cauliflower comin’ out of your OW!”
Elise had been shoving at her attacker’s elbow like a normal wrestler, that’s why Shayne was caught off guard when the Icy Manipulator slipped thumb and forefinger into the crease between right thigh and buttock and pinched HARD! Riley yelped, released the Headlock and was promptly sent racing into the strands via a strong shove on the small of her back. Already recovered by the time she bounced off the rubber-coated steel, the Coloradical Kid headed back the way she came and THUMP! Elise lunged into her with a short, savage Shoulderblock that put the lightweight flat on her back in a stunned sprawl. “Hmmmmh,” Winterrest sounded disappointed, if not surprised. “It seems in spite of your questionable binge watching you haven’t yet learned ALL my--”
Shayne rolled back onto her shoulders and kipped up just high enough to lock her ankles around the startled brunette’s neck. Then she popped her hips and torqued backward to land on one knee while Winterrest was flipped onto her back with a very satisfying THWHAP!
Pretty as it was, the Kip-Up ‘Rana didn’t have much in terms of stopping power at this juncture, so Riley scrambled to her feet immediately thereafter and managed to beat the brunette by a full step. Not much of a head start for most women, yet more than enough for Shayne to THWHAP another gorgeous Standing Dropkick to her foe’s chin! Both ladies went down and got right back up, only this time Winterrest struck first with a ClothesliNOPE! Shayne tumbled under the attempt, popped to boot leather and stepped in to stuff a Kneelift into the brunette’s gut the instant she wheeled around. Elise ‘huuuffffhed’ and doubled over but didn’t go down, so Shayne popped another Kneelift between her eyes and snatched a wrist when Winterrest rocked back on her heels.
Well aware that her high gear was the best way to keep the Machiavellian beauty off balance, Riley whipped Elise into the strands and followed along only a step or two behind. Elise sensed the youngster breathing down her neck but there wasn’t much she could do about it until THWHUMP! The brunette turned into the ropes and immediately ate another rough Kneelift to the midsection, this one strong enough to put her butt on the middle rope. A moment to catch her breath would’ve been quite lovely, alas Riley had other plans, as evidenced by the harsh grip on her opponent’s wrist.
“Everybody here watched all the shyt you pulled on Mal back in the Jungle, sweetie.” Shayne said with an uncharacteristic thread of ice in her voice. “You’re not going to surprise anyone in Orlando.”
Ms Murder wasn’t about to dignify that with a response, not that Riley gave her any time to formulate anything worth hearing. A single strong yank and blonde and brunette were off to the races again, Shayne hot on the heels of her black-clad adversary. Second verse, same as the first, Elise turned around to bounce off the ropes only to soak up the tyro’s thigh right across her midsection. Daring a smile as she imposed her will on the debuting star, Riley pulled Elise out of the ropes by her hair, hopped up and THUNKED both knees into opposing forehead! Winterrest started to take a knee, yelped aloud when the highflier hauled her upright with a vicious yank ‘o the hair.
With the crowd chanting her name, Shayne went back to the Wristlock and angled Elise at the far corner, all the better to send her hurtling toward it with an Irish Whip. Elise slowed her approach as best she could, still cringed when she BWUUUNGED spine-first against the buckles. Good news, the velocity loving blonde wasn’t all up in her business. Bad news, she was about three steps away from being all up in her business. Riley leapt the moment Winterrest looked up and landed with both boots on the brunette’s upper thighs. A Monkey Flip was heartbeats away, unfortunately for Riley, Winterrest had something else even closer at hand. Palming her hands against the blonde’s thighs, Elise muscled her burden up n’ out so that she was parallel to the canvas, then stepped out of corner and went down on one knee to SLAM Riley’s crotch onto her thigh!
MURDEROUS ATOMIC DROP:
T’was a truly Murderous Inverted Atomic Drop, one that left the blue-clad battler pigeon-toed and cringing in front of her smug opposition. Winterrest opened her mouth to say something, apparently thought better of it because she drilled a Toe Kick into Shayne’s tummy instead. Riley doubled over coughing and gagging, the youngster so preoccupied catching her breath that she couldn’t stop Winterrest from slipping both hands beneath her biceps. Hands locked to secure the Double Underhook, Miss Murder backed up to within a few paces of the corner, then dipped her knees and hurled Shayne up, over and down, her lower back BWUUUNNGING against the bottom turnbuckle!
MURDEROUS BUTTERFLY:
The awkward collision left Riley’s knees draped over the middle rope, meaning she was more or less defenseless when Elise strutted over and drilled her heel deep into the blonde’s undercarriage! “Oh my poor, misinformed little dear heart,” Winterrest cooed over the boos of the crowd, “were you under the impression that studying my campaign against the hateful savage would give you some advantage over me tonight? Let me see, what’s the most delicate way to say this…” Elise raked a hand through her hair and offered Riley a sadistic grin. “You have absolutely NO IDEA what I’m going to do to you or the rest of this guileless little locker room.”
Case in point, Winterrest grabbed the top rope in both hands and shifted all her weight to the foot encroaching on her opponent’s trunks! Shayne wailed and writhed, pushed frantically at the brunette’s boot, but the punishment didn’t end until the referee reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. Elise stepped off, raised her stompin’ heel for inspection, grimaced like someone who’d just stepped in gum. Clearly displeased, she put that heel against Riley’s forehead, pushed off and twisted around in a nasty little circle!
“Back off, Elise!” the official barked following the latest infraction. “She’s in the ropes!”
Ms Murder ‘flicked’ her togs into place and gave him a thoughtful frown. “If that’s the case it would mean you’re doing a terrible job protecting her. I’d hate for the other stalwart FAWN officials to think you weren’t capable of doing your job. However if I were to remove this doe-eyed brat from her current location…” Winterrest bent down, worked her fingers into the smaller woman’s hair and draaaaaaaaagged her away from the buckles, “that would make you perfectly justified in standing idly by while I destroy Ms. Shayne.”
He had no intention of doing such a thing, but in truth the ref could do little more than watch as Elise dragged Riley to verticality. Two quick, hard punches to the belly kept the blonde from calling on her speed, which in turn allowed Elise to move in on her left side and secure a Half Nelson. With her other arm draped across the youngster’s lower back, the newest member of the roster brought her left knee up three times in rapid succession, each blow PWAAAKING against Riley’s abs hard enough to loosen her knees. After the third she curled her fingers around Shayne’s waistband and yanked up! The first wedgie of the night always drew a pop from the crowd, Riley however was far less enthused, especially since Winterrest used the grip (along with the Half Nelson) to hoist her off the mat and then THWHUMP her down tummy-first atop the brunette’s posted knee!
Shayne coughed, tried to slide off Winterrest’s knee and found herself hauled to boot leather instead. Loosing her hooks one right after the other, Elise spun the sputtering light weight around, hooked an arm over her neck and drew back to secure the Inverted Facelock. “Isn’t this better?” Elise purred to the ref once she’d helped herself to another handful of teal trunks. “No stress and strain over enforcing the ‘rules’, just the quiet pleasure of a good show as another unworthy piece of trash is put through her paces.” The fans didn’t much care for that sentiment, yet it didn’t stop them from putting their hands together when Elise hoisted her opponent up n’ over and dropped to a seat with Riley THWHUMPING down on her tummy and chest! That cruel blast of Winter Wind bounced Shayne onto her back, a textbook example of easy pickin’s as Elise slid across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
WINTER WIND:
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Coloradical Kid shot a shoulder into the air with half a second to spare. Far from put out by this resistance, Winterrest flashed a smile full of humor, yet utterly devoid of warmth. “Ooooooh…. feisty.” “Thuuu… that’s me.” Shayne huffed as she struggled to all fours. “That’s just what they’ll call me after I’ve put you down for the NNNGGGHHH!”
Elise pounded a Double Axehandle between the blonde’s shoulders, then cupped her ears and used the grip to hoist her back to verticality. “I’m afraid you’re mistaken, dear.” Elise shifted to a Wristlock and used a shoulder to nudge her foe back a few steps. “They won’t call you anything but a statistic when I’m done with you.” She took a giant step back, dropped her hips and sent Shayne hurtling into the ropes with an Irish Whip. They met in the center of the ring a few seconds later and Elise braced her hands against Riley’s tummy, all the better to shoot her into the lights with a Flapja”NNNNGGGGHH!” The Backyard Daredevil redirected her momentum into a quick Dropkick that THWHAPPED Winterrest square in the chest!
FLAPJACK DROPKICK:
The startled brunette went down flat on her back and popped up immediately, probably not the best idea as Shayne was right there to test her chin with a teeth-rattling European Uppercut! Hand at her mouth to check for blood, Elise muttered, “Sneaky little bytERRGWHOAHNGH!”
Riley stopped the sass with a stiff Forearm to the chest, whipped around and reached over her shoulder with both hands to corral the taller woman’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock. From there she went up on her toes and dropped to one knee to flip Winterrest onto her bum with a heavy ‘THWUMP!’ The Snapmare never got much credit from wrestling fans, yet when properly executed it could prove almost as painful as an Atomic Drop. Such was the case here, as it left Elise stunned and reaching for her tailbone as Shayne ran the ropes on her six. Already buzzing following the blonde’s resurgence, the FAWNatics got even louder when Riley skipped over her foe, planted a foot on the base of her neck and THWHUNKED Elise’s forehead into the mat in a makeshift Curbstomp!
The force of it bounced Elise back to a seat, which was quite fortuitous for Riley, as she’d just hit the opposite set of strands and was closing in with a vengeance! And vengeful was indeed an appropriate word, considering the hard smile on the youngster’s face when she hopped up and drilled her shins into the brunette’s shoulders. The Meteora THWHUNKED Winterrest down on the back of her head and shot both legs into the air so Riley hooked both in a tight Matchbook and leaned forward with all her weight while the ref counted…
BASEMENT METEORA:
ONE…
TWO…
Elise powered out right at ‘TWO’ but that didn’t stop her from taking a quick powder under the bottom rope to the floor. “Awwww, where you goin’ baby?” Riley muttered to the retreating lovely. “Things were just getting good!” Eager to keep it that way, Shayne sprinted into the ropes on the far side of the ring, came back twice as fast and threw herself into a gorgeous Baseball Slide Dropkick that ‘TWAAAAANG!’ Winterrest snagged the bottom rope and pulled it down by a good three or four inches, meaning Riley’s legs went around the rubber-coated steel rather than under it! The savage counter left Shayne mewling and the crowd groaning in sympathetic anguish, not that any of them had more than a vague idea of the blonde’s suffering.
Elise did, which made the happy smile on her face all the more distressing. “Have an accident, did we? Perhaps you should watch where you’re going?” She slid under the bottom rope, worked her hands into the groaning grappler’s hair and gave her head a hard shake. “Or perhaps you simply shouldn’t have f*cked with me, little girl.” Riley was in no condition to answer, just as Elise preferred. In firm control of the blonde’s hair and everything else along with it, Winterrest dragged her out of the traitorous ropes and slowly scraped her off the mat. Shayne could barely stand in the wake of the Low Blow, not that this bothered Ms. Murder in the slightest. She simply wedged Riley’s head under her left arm and slipped both hands under her biceps to secure a snug Double Underhook.
Hands locked tight, Elise turned in a half circle so she was looking directly into the hard camera. “Poison, drowning, claw, or knife. So many ways to take a life.” She bent her knees and muscled Riley up for a Suplex only to kick her feet forward and drop down, thus THAWHUNKING the lightweight’s skull into the mat with a vicious Brainbuster. Shayne settled out in a hapless starfish, her slowly rising chest the only sign that she hadn’t actually been killed by the Murder Most Foul. Above her, Winterrest rolled onto her knees, slid forward and sat on her opponent’s neck. That would’ve been more than enough so of course the brunette grabbed hold of Riley’s right knee and cranked it backward in a Half Matchbook. As you might suspect, it didn’t mean a damned thing as the ref counted…
MURDER MOST FOUL:
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Elise held the cover for a second after the bell sounded, then tossed Shayne’s gam aside and stood up just in time to place a boot on the defeated women’s chest. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… ELISE WINTERREST!”
Ms Murder allowed the ref to raise her hand, but didn’t relinquish her perch when he tried to coax her away. “Ok Elise, that’s enough. You won fair and square, no need to punish her further.”
She looked surprise. “Punish? My good man, who said anything about punishment? Fear not, I won’t touch a single hair on this lovely young woman’s head.” She trailed off and flashed him a smile that was equal parts beatific and malevolent. “She will have to be added to the record, however. Excuse me.”
Winterrest bent down, reached into her left boot and pulled out something the FAWNatics originally took as lipstick. There was no cap however and it didn’t leave any smear on the brunette’s fingers. It wasn’t until she touched it to the canvas and started tracing around Riley’s head that they realized it was nothing more than chalk. As proficient with this weapon as she was everything else in her arsenal, it was only a matter of seconds before Elise completed her work. When she was satisfied, the Icy Manipulator tucked the chalk away and looked back to the referee. “A microphone, if you would.”
Dissent struck him as a bad idea (he had no intention of becoming Winterrest’s second outline) so the ref procured a mic from a tech and offered it to the black-clad brunette. “That’s one.” she told the unhappy crowd. “Hardly a spree, but that will change in short order. The simple truth of the matter is this: Now that I am here, NO ONE in FAWN is safe. You may not believe that now, but by the end of night… you will.”
Royal Blood started up, so Elise stretched her arms wide and leaned her head back as the ring lights went blood red for the second time since her arrival. She was still posing over the wreckage of Riley Shayne when the feed cut away to a video package hyping the next match.