Post by bigfan on May 7, 2017 1:21:35 GMT
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, from Ithaca, New York, and coming in at five foot six and one hundred twenty pounds… Bianca Simpson!”
The ring announcer’s voice faded and was promptly replaced by the opening notes of Katy Perry’s ”Roar.” A few seconds later, Bianca Simpson stepped through the curtains at the top of the entrance ramp, the effervescent young blonde in a red one-piece swimsuit with white boots and pads at her elbows and knees. She waved and blew kisses to the audience, and in turn they greeted her with a warm round of applause for her enthusiasm, and then she skipped down to the ring with her head bobbing to the beat of her music.
BIANCA SIMPSON
Despite her rather disappointing initial pay-per-view outing several months ago, Bianca was feeling good about her chances. Her trainers at the Madhouse were screaming at her less often now, she was doing Tae Bo once a week to get a leg up on the competition, her Twitter followers now numbered in the hundreds, and management even agreed to give her actual entrance music after her online petition garnered 74 signatures. Everything was looking up for Simpson, except for the fact that she was entering the ring first, even though she was more tenured than her opponent. Nothing that another online petition couldn’t fix, she thought to herself as she slipped into the ring and claimed a corner for herself.
“Do you think I should take it easy on her?” Bianca discreetly asked the referee as he checked her boots and pads. “I mean, Elise was stuck in the Jungle for a loooooonnnng time, if you know what I mean…”
Her question froze the man in his tracks, and the official incredulously stared at her for several seconds before slowly and silently shaking his head.
“Yeah, you’re right. It would be disrespectful to give any less than one hundred percent,” Simpson mused to herself just as her music came to a close.
Bianca’s conference with the referee was interrupted by the Announcer resuming his duties. “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, she is the unforgiving, unrelenting, unrepentant ELISE WINTERREST!
OUT OF THE BLACK:
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Genuine heartfelt vitriol from the FAWNatics as the pounding, staccato drumbeat of Royal Blood’s ‘Out of the Black’ oozed from the speakers. A few seconds later Elise stepped into view and spread her arms wide, Miss Murder daring this chorus of banality to properly recognize her presence. They kicked up the volume that much more, their palpable disdain raising a beautifully cruel grin that got that much scarier when the house lights went down, then blazed forth in an eerie, fiery red. Looking like some alternate reality Carrie White who actually enjoyed her prom, Elise turned her attention to the ring and started down the aisle.
ELISE WINTERREST:
Quite unmoved by the ‘Spring’ aspect of Spring Break, Elise ignored lighter tones in favor of her usual chalk-outline ’REDRUM’ tee, the one that offered up a fine view of her midsection as well as her matching black elbow and knee pads and gleaming black boots that ended an inch south of her knee.
Slowing to a near halt as she reached the foot of the ramp, Winterrest slunk over one of the jeering throng and placed a finger to his lips to make sure proper attention was paid when her anthem noted ‘So don’t breathe when I talk, ‘Cause you haven’t been spoken to.’ Dismissing the oaf before he’d fully come to grips with her presence, the First-Degree Femme Fatale sauntered up the steps, dipped 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 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. Tossing the garment to the referee without making eye contact, Winterrest turned to Sampson 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. “Some would say that outfit has too much red, dearie.” the brunette murmured as she backpedaled to her corner. “I however, don’t think it has nearly enough.”
Eager to redeem herself after coming up short in her PPV debut, Bianca clapped her hands as soon as the bell sounded and was rewarded by FAWNatics returning it a thousand-fold.” All right, babe,” Simpson murmured to herself as she started out of the corner. “Time to right the ship. You got this. You got her!”
Elise Winterrest made no immediate move to leave her corner and she most certainly did not clap along with the rest of this baying throng, but she did not regard the blonde with the same blatant disdain that Allison Addison had shown her. At least not so far as Bianca could tell, anyway. Dark eyes calm and cool as Simpson strode forth, Elise set off along the ropes at a leisurely pace, only arcing away from them when she could claim the center of the ring and Bianca was closer to the corner she’d just vacated.
“Whenever you’re ready, dear,” Winterrest beckoned the blonde in with two fingers and the faintest of smiles.
Bianca nodded, walked her brunette down and quickly swept her into a surprisingly brawny Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. Elise’s first instinct was to go for the newcomer’s hair, but settled for a perfectly legal clench that lasted for a good ten seconds as the ladies claimed and then ceded canvas a few steps at a time. Once she had a good measure of Simpson’s power, the Icy Manipulator shifted both hands to opposing chest and broke the grapple with a strong shove.
Bianca caught her balance, readied for another lunge, then paused to consider. After a moment she stuck a hand out. “Hope you’re ready for the fight of your life, Elise,” she said. “Because I came here to win.”
The capacity crowd told Simpson that this was a very, very, VERY bad idea, yet she didn’t rescind the offer, nor did she flinch when Winterrest accepted.
“Every fight is the fight of my life, dear,” she replied once the handshake was over. “I must say, something about you is quite familiar, I just can’t place it just, aaaaahhh yes. Bianca, isn’t it? Allison mentioned your name several times during a previous conversation.” Elise frowned slightly, the look of someone about to relate unpleasant news. “The word ‘loser’ was thrown about quite liberally, I’m afraid.”
“I’m no loser,” Simpson almost growled. “Addison’s just a dirty cheater. And if you think you’re going to get one over one me with that catty crap, you’re--”
Miss Murder held up a placating hand, cutting the blonde off. “You misunderstand, Bianca. I never once agreed with the precocious Ms. Addison and if you say you’re not a loser, well, that’s more than enough for me. But if you’re afraid these people might yet harbor some doubt…” she gazed out at those assembled, who were urging Simpson to get after her brunette right freakin’ now! “…then perhaps you should come at me with the best you’ve got?
Bianca didn’t need to be told twice, she locked up with Winterrest a second time and marched her back several steps before the brunette planted one heel like a kickstand. “You’re strong, Elise,” Simpson muttered as she worked to reassert control. “But I’m strongWHOAH!”
Elise contradicted her with actions rather than words, the black-clad lovely abruptly powering her opponent back the way she’d come. A hand snugged against Simpson’s chin made it that much easier for Winterrest to control their direction and she would’ve forced Bianca against the ropes in a matter of seconds if the energetic ingénue hadn’t abruptly twisted her hips! Caught off guard by the unexpected spin, Winterrest grimaced as her back ground against the rubber-coated steel, but she kept right on pushing at Bianca’s chin and shoulder until the ref stepped in and patted each wrestler’s shoulder.
“Ok ladies, lets break it up, I think we can keep this clean for once, can’t we?”
Elise let go and slowly raised her hands while Simpson did the same. Delighted to come out on top in this first skirmish, Bianca took a few steps back and CRAAAACK! Winterrest caught her across the cheek with a Bytch Slap so stiff it watered her eyes. “That’s for pulling my hair, brat!” Elise explained herself before the ref could demand she do the same.
One hand to her stinging cheek, it took the stunned blonde a moment to sputter, “Wha… what are you talking about? I didn’t pull your hair!”
“Oh, don’t play innocent with me! Everyone knows how desperately you want to win, apparently that means flaunting the rules at every opportunity! Well don’t think you’re going to get a tainted win at my expense!”
Still more surprised than angry, Bianca repeated, “I SAID I didn’t pull your UNNNNGGGHHH!”
Winterrest clouted her with a Backhand, the kind that bloodied lips and earned incredulous ‘oooooohhhh’s’ from the crowd. “Shut your lying mouth,” Elise said with the sort of steely conviction only consummate liars can manage. “Or I’ll shut it for you.”
Simpson thumbed a red smear from the corner of her mouth as she regarded the brunette with narrowed eyes. “You know I didn’t pull your hair. And if you slap me one more time I’ll EERRRGGGHHHH!”
Miss Murder did indeed slap her again, a great, looping overhand shot that cracked off Simpson’s chest with a sound like thin ice snapping on a cold day. “What, Bianca Simpson?” Winterrest asked in a tone of subtly cruel humor. “What EXACTLY, are you going to--”
Simpson pounced with a Clothesline at the ready, but Elise was ready too and she dipped aside at the last moment. Even worse, the Icy Manipulator went down on her side and flicked her feet in-between Simpson’s legs to send her sprawling into a throat-first collision with the middle rope! Bianca gagged and put one hand to her burning windpipe, the breathless battler too preoccupied with her neck to notice the Icy Manipulator was no longer in the immediate vicinity. That changed when Winterrest returned from her sprint to the far side of the ring and hopped up to THWHUMP her right leg across the back of the rookie’s neck!
DUPLICITOUS DROP TOE HOLD:
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Bianca gagged and coughed, a situation that only grew worse when Elise threaded both legs around her head, grabbed the top rope and leaaaaaaaaaned back while simultaneously squeezing as hard she could. Now a Standing Headscissors was far from illegal, but administering one in the ropes doomed it to a short lifespan, especially when the recipient’s throat was wrapped around the middle strand! Fearing for the struggling blonde, the ref went straight into his count, which reached ‘FOUR!’ before Elise slithered away from her mount.
“Was that really necessary?” she asked him while adjusting the edges of her one-piece. “I’d have let her go if only you’d asked.”
He doubted that very much, yet there was no point arguing when she’d followed the previous order. Returning her attention to the rasping lovely only when the ref made himself scarce, Elise worked a hand into Bianca’s hair and forced her to boot leather.
“You may not be the loser Ms. Addison claims you to be,” she exclaimed as she marched the blonde to the middle of the squared circle, “But you are most certainly an unscrupulous liar and I will not tolerate that in my opponents!”
Feeling perfectly justified in punishing a transgression that she herself had invented, Elise slipped behind her foe and hooked right leg over Simpson’s left thigh. Then she pulled Bianca’s right arm under her left armpit and pushed down to bend the trapped woman’s torso across the post of her encroaching thigh! The Abdominal Stretch was bad enough with no modifications, so of course Elise cupped Bianca’s chin in one hand and palmed the back of her head in the other and twisssssssssssssted like she meant to pop it right off!
NECK WRENCH ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=i6mLgkqFlWU
Bent damned near in half by the agonizing hold, Simpson planted her left hand against the mat for a little leverage and waggled her trapped hand as best she could in hopes of getting the crowd behind her. Winterrest was nonplussed. “Oh yes, do be so kind as to lend her all of your support.” she said with a smirk. “It will her inevitable failure all the more satisfying.”
Not quite able to pry Elise’s hands off her her chin after a dozen seconds of effort, Bianca grit her teeth, squeezed her eyes shut, and tried to think back to what little training she had. It took a while with the miasma of agony clouding her mind, though eventually Simpson was able to recall that the textbook counter to the Abdominal Stretch was the Hip Toss. She took a couple of deep, ragged breaths to steady herself, and then she threw herself face first into the canvas.
“Yaaaahhhh -- NGH!” Bianca grunted, throwing Winterrest off of herself at the cost of taking an awkward header into the canvas with a sloppy-looking Hip Toss.
Miss Murder simply rolled with the impact, landing on a shoulder and then tumbling forward to regain her feet, none the worse for the wear. Despite the rather harmless throw, however, she screamed and cradled her right hand to her chest.
“SHE BIT ME!” Elise shouted at the referee. “THE LITTLE TRAMP BIT ME!”
“Wha -- ?! N -- no I didn’t! She’s lying! She’s lying to you!” Simpson stammered, unsure how to otherwise react to her opponent’s deceitful confabulations.
The official also seemed unsure of what to do, hemming and hawing for a few seconds before eventually issuing a half-hearted warning to Simpson about keeping it clean which only rankled the blonde further. Bianca scrambled upright and charged at her smirking opponent, letting loose a warcry that fell a bit short of intimidating. Winterrest was expecting a Spear or perhaps a Double Leg Takedown, so she was quite surprised when she got hit in the gut by what amounted to a Charging Headbutt and doubled over.
“YEAH! GET READY FOR THE BIG FINISH!” Simpson shouted to the crowd, ignoring the stinging pain in her neck after her botched Spear proved inadvertently effective.
Bianca clasped her hands her hands around the back of Elise’s neck, kicked her legs forward in a V, and dropped to the deck. Her own hindquarters thumped against the mat first, absorbing most of the force of the Sit-out Facebuster and considerably softening the impact for Winterrest.
SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
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Nevertheless, she rolled the brunette over and pivoted into a simple Crossbody pin for…
ONE --
…before Miss Murder pushed her aside and climbed upright, apparently unharmed to Simpson’s surprise.
“No one’s ever kicked out of that before…!” Bianca gasped, before murmuring to herself a moment later, “...although... I guess that's the first time I've used that in a match…”
Elise ran her hands through her hair to smooth out the dark strands, then shook her head and lightly clucked her tongue.
“Oh Bianca, with moves like those, you're well on your way to becoming the next Noemie Devereaux…”
“I -- I don't know who that is…” Simpson said, narrowing her eyes.
“You don't know who the illustrious Noemie Devereaux is?!” Winterrest asked with exaggerated surprise. “Some say she’s Quebec’s answer to Allie McKenzie!”
“You're mocking me, aren't you?” Bianca growled. “You better take me seriously and show me some respect! I've been on the main roster longer than you!”
That got Miss Murder’s right eyebrow to subtly twitch in irritation, and then blonde and brunette locked up in the center of the ring with another Elbow and Collar tie-up. Simpson apparently had something more up her sleeve this time, dropping down to the mat as soon as Winterrest started pushing against her, and then planting her boots on her opponent's hips and sending Elise tumbling head over heels with a Monkey Flip. Bianca tried kipping to her feet to press the offensive, but she didn't quite put enough zip into the effort and she ended up lamely flopping back to the canvas. For her trouble, she caught an Elbow Drop to the chest courtesy of Winterrest, who had no such trouble with a kip-up following the Monkey Flip.
“You are most fascinating, Bianca Simpson,” Elise purred as she dragged her coughing, sputtering opponent upright.
A quick Irish Whip sent Simpson hurtling towards a corner, the young ingenue still possessing the wherewithal to turn at the last second in order to take the collision on her back rather than her chest, not that it helped much when Miss Murder followed a couple of steps behind and drove a Running Knee into her gut. Bianca slumped down to a seat, kept semi-upright only by leaning against the bottom turnbuckle at her back, and then Winterrest began stomping a mudhole in her.
“You poor, poor thing,” Elise said, doing an admirable job of feigning sympathy even as she ignored the referee’s protests and continued to batter her opponent. “There's nothing more sad than one who doesn't know her place in the world.”
Winterrest finally relented under threat of disqualification and hauled Simpson to the center of the ring for more punishment. Bianca showed more resilience than Elise might have expected, however, when she shoved the crown of her head underneath the brunette’s jaw and dropped to her knees, rattling Miss Murder’s teeth with a desperate Jawbreaker.
JAWBREAKER:
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“I know my place, and it's on top of you!” Simpson retorted, climbing back to her feet as the FAWNatics popped for her first substantial offense of the match.
Winterrest was still holding onto her throbbing jaw, so she put up no resistance when Bianca shoved her into another corner. Simpson stepped away to get some space, drew back her right arm, and delivered a cracking Knife Edge Chop across Elise’s chest. It had neither the velocity nor the stinging impact of a genuine Bloodwind chop from either sister, though that didn't stop a few enthusiastic audience members from WOOO’ing in response.
“KNIFE EDGE MASSACRE!” Bianca called out, her confidence bolstered by the fans’ support.
She repeated her chop two more times to complete a trifecta, but when she tried for a fourth, Winterrest caught her wrist and squeezed so hard that Simpson yelped in pain. Despite the sudden wave of dread that washed over her, Bianca retained enough tactical sense to latch onto Elise's arm and whip the brunette at the opposite corner. Miss Murder slammed back-first into the turnbuckles with a wail of pain, then dropped to a seat, eyes closed, unmoving, and seemingly spent.
“Wow… I, uhh, I guess I don't know my own strength,” Simpson quietly mused before offering a modest double bicep flex that nevertheless earned cheers from the FAWNatics.
Rather than put the boot to her foe as Elise had done, Bianca decided to go for a crowd-pleaser, as she announced, “BRONCO BUSTER!”
She broke into a run, and when she was just a couple of yards away, she leapt and spread her legs out in a V. The moment Simpson's feet left the canvas, however, Winterrest’s eyes snapped fully open and her lips twisted into a wicked grin. Not possessing the acrobatic acumen to adjust in midair, Bianca could do nothing when Elise stopped playing dead and deftly rolled out of the way, and a moment later she rammed herself crotch-first against the ringpost just above the bottom turnbuckle.
Making no effort to keep the smile off her face, Winterrest stood up and made a few minor adjustments to her one-piece before leaning over to sink a hand into Bianca’s hair. “You may not believe this, dearest, but I see great potential in you.”
Simpson only groaned and swatted at the brunette’s wrist, which wasn’t nearly enough to dissuade the Malicious Mainer from her course.
“I know, I know, your skepticism is understandable, after all, it’s hard to believe in much of anything after you’ve endured such a rude collision, but I assure you, it is a true fact. There IS great potential in you, even if this current incarnation is little more than a lump of coal.”
Elise shook Bianca’s head back n’ forth, then doubled down on the hair-hold to drag her upright. Wrenching Simpson’s head back at a harsh angle, Elise put her lips to the blonde’s ear and purred, “You know what it takes to turn coal into diamonds, don’t you, Ms. Simpson?”
Bianca, her knees still shuddering in the aftermath of the errant Bronco Buster, could only answer between gasps. “Puuuhhhh….puuuhhh… pressureNNNNGGHHH!”
Winterrest drove a Headbutt between the newcomer’s shoulders, further loosening her legs. “Very good, VERY GOOD!” Elise continued with genuine good humor. “So my next question is excruciatingly simple. Shall I take you in my hands… and squeeze?”
The red-clad tryo steeled her knees, then reached back with one hand and grabbed Winterrest’s encroaching wrists. “I don’t need you to know I’m a diamond, ElisSNNNNNNGGGHH!”
Elise blasted the point of one knee into the small of her foe’s back, still with that same disquieting smile on her lips. “I thought as much.” she cooed. “Come then, let’s prove your worth.” Doubling over, the Icy Manipulator worked her head under the blonde’s arm and wrapped an arm around her waist. Winterrest’s other hand went to Simpson’s glutes, then ‘hupped’ her into the air, albeit not nearly far enough to deliver an Atomic Drop or a Belly to Back Suplex. That was fine by Elise, she only walked toward the nearest set of strands and deftly set her foe in a seat atop the middle rope.
Startled by this show of apparent mercy, Bianca draped her arms over the top rope and called, “Hey, I’m in the ropes, ref! Tell her to back off, I’m in the OOOOOOOWWWWWWW!”
Winterrest raked her talons from Simpson’s shoulders to the small of her back, once, twice, three times, each subsequent pass drawing a sharp squeal of protest from the suspended battler. The ref was already close by, which meant he’d be nattering in her ear sooner rather than later, so she wrapped one hand around the nape of Simpson’s neck and laid into her upper back with a cudgeling series of Forearm Smashes.
Sure enough, she’d landed less than a dozen when the black & white got all up in her business. “Get her off the ropes, Elise! C’mon, you can’t just beat on her all night!”
The Malicious Mainer paused and mopped the back of her wrist across her brow despite the fact that she’d barely broken a sweat.
“I can and I will, my good man. And neither you or that inconsequential time limit will tell me otherwise.”
She said it with such great conviction that the official actually forgot to start his count until well after Miss Murder snagged a handful of red lycra and yanked it aloft in an agonizing wedgie!
Much as she enjoyed the trunk manipulation, Winterrest felt no reason to court a disqualification, so she let loose and ‘THREE!’ and cupped both hands over Bianca’s chin. Then she hopped up, wedged her knees against the blonde’s shoulders and dropped down onto her back to THAWHUMP the air from her foe’s frame with a gorgeous Lungblower!
Simpson rolled / slopped onto her tummy, the frazzled New Yorker far too short of breath to keep Elise from draaaaaaaagging her into the center of the squared circle. Pausing only long enough to savor the welts she’d carved into the other woman’s back, Winterrest shoveled over and slid across her chest. Both hands flat on the mat, Elise flipped hair off her face and smiled prettily as the ref slapped out…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Bianca didn’t really kick out, instead she lifted a shoulder off the canvas with a half second to spare. “I see the pressure is already paying dividends.” Elise said with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Someone with your wherewithal is worthy of another lesson, I think.”
Winterrest stood and forced Simpson to do the same, although the latter could only maintain a semblance of verticality if she leaned against the former.
“Pay attention now, dear,” the brunette swatted her foe’s cheek until Bianca’s eyes started to clear. “If you’re going to be a star in FAWN or anywhere else, you’d do well to develop some of your own spots instead of parroting wastrels like Cosworth, Bloodwind or, ugh, London. And once you’ve developed those spots, perhaps refrain from announcing them to the whole world before NNNNGGGHHH!”
Simpson palmed Elise’s head in both hands and yanked her into a Headbutt across the bridge of the nose! Miss Murder stumbled, might’ve wandered out of reach if Bianca hadn’t snatched a handful of hair and unloaded her own flurry of Forearm Smashes against opposing rack! Quick to get behind the blonde even after her admittedly ungainly offense, the FAWNatics grew louder and louder as Bianca walked the brunette all the way to the far side of the ring. Feeling the strands at her back, Winterrest tried to wrap her arms around the blonde in a clench, but Simpson shrugged her off and slung those clutching limbs over the top rope. Then she snatched a whole lotta hair and yanked Elise’s head back to allow her better access to the Mainer’s chest.
She was still PWAAAKING away with those heavy smashes when the ref scurried over and said, “Enough, Bianca! Get her outta there!”
Simpson nodded, but her attention was focused mostly on Winterrest. Treating herself to a Wristlock, the blonde pressed into Winterrest’s chest and muttered, “How’s this for an announcement, jerk? I’m kicking your ass!”
With that she stepped back, dropped a shoulder and hurled Elise across the ring with an Irish Whip. Bianca followed along a few steps behind, the red-clad lovely already thinking about the Spear she was gonna drive deep into Miss Murder’s-- Elise leapt onto the second rope and pushed straight back in a high, floaty descent that let her catch Simpson’s skull in a Three Quarters Facelock. Already stretched out full length, the Icy Manipulator simply held on tight and thus THWHONKED the rookie’s face into the deck in a brutally delivered Ace Crusher.
BULLET WITH A NAME:
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Caught point blank by the Bullet With a Name, Bianca tumbled onto her back and didn’t even notice when Winterrest took an ankle in either hand. “I’d offer you one more piece of advice, but I’m afraid you’re beyond the range of my voice at the moment.”
With that she angled the brunette’s left shin across her right leg in a quick figure four, then twisted around and hooked her own right ankle over Simpson’s exposed left foot. This grip and a little maneuvering flipped Bianca onto her stomach while Miss Murder sank to one knee and laced her hands under Simpson’s chin. Elise didn’t bother to draw out the mystery, she simply YANKED on Bianca’s chin to complete the hold she’d dubbed Justifiable Homicide.
JUSTIFIABLE HOMICIDE:
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Dragged back to consciousness by the anguish in her neck, knee and back, Simpson didn’t even try to fight the hold, she just smacked both hands on the deck in a frantic tattoo. “STOP! STOP! STAAAAAAHHHP! I GIVE, I GIVE, PLEAAAASSSE STAAAAAAAAHHHP!”
The ref called for the bell and Winterrest released the Chinlock, she did not however, get to her feet. Instead, she leaned down to whisper in the blonde’s ear, “As I said, you have SO much potential, Ms. Simpson. My advice? Don’t get discouraged, I’m sure you’ll do better next time.”
Then she stood up and allowed the ref to raise her hand while the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… ELISE WINTERREST!”
Shrugging away from his grip shortly thereafter, Elise put a foot between Simpson’s shoulders and glanced to the official.
“A microphone. Now.”
This request was granted almost at once, the man was in no mood to draw the brunette’s ire. Dismissing him as soon as she had what she wanted, Winterrest raised the mic to her lips and stared a hole through the nearest camera.
“This is a message to FAWN’s favorite Raven, the fair and radiant, lovely and lost, Lenore Lemarchand. The world knows of your appreciation for Poe, so I hope you’ll take this message to heart.”
She paused and grrrrrrrrrround her heel atop the defenseless blonde.
“Words have no power to impress without the exquisite horror of their reality… behold the exquisite horror of MY reality, Raven. Tell me, do you dare take wing into this living darkness? Or will you turn and flee… forever more?”
Elise let the question hang in the air for several seconds before she tossed the mic down and sauntered out of squared circle, leaving the statisticians and archivists to add Bianca Simpson’s name to her growing tally of victims.
The ring announcer’s voice faded and was promptly replaced by the opening notes of Katy Perry’s ”Roar.” A few seconds later, Bianca Simpson stepped through the curtains at the top of the entrance ramp, the effervescent young blonde in a red one-piece swimsuit with white boots and pads at her elbows and knees. She waved and blew kisses to the audience, and in turn they greeted her with a warm round of applause for her enthusiasm, and then she skipped down to the ring with her head bobbing to the beat of her music.
BIANCA SIMPSON
Despite her rather disappointing initial pay-per-view outing several months ago, Bianca was feeling good about her chances. Her trainers at the Madhouse were screaming at her less often now, she was doing Tae Bo once a week to get a leg up on the competition, her Twitter followers now numbered in the hundreds, and management even agreed to give her actual entrance music after her online petition garnered 74 signatures. Everything was looking up for Simpson, except for the fact that she was entering the ring first, even though she was more tenured than her opponent. Nothing that another online petition couldn’t fix, she thought to herself as she slipped into the ring and claimed a corner for herself.
“Do you think I should take it easy on her?” Bianca discreetly asked the referee as he checked her boots and pads. “I mean, Elise was stuck in the Jungle for a loooooonnnng time, if you know what I mean…”
Her question froze the man in his tracks, and the official incredulously stared at her for several seconds before slowly and silently shaking his head.
“Yeah, you’re right. It would be disrespectful to give any less than one hundred percent,” Simpson mused to herself just as her music came to a close.
Bianca’s conference with the referee was interrupted by the Announcer resuming his duties. “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, she is the unforgiving, unrelenting, unrepentant ELISE WINTERREST!
OUT OF THE BLACK:
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Genuine heartfelt vitriol from the FAWNatics as the pounding, staccato drumbeat of Royal Blood’s ‘Out of the Black’ oozed from the speakers. A few seconds later Elise stepped into view and spread her arms wide, Miss Murder daring this chorus of banality to properly recognize her presence. They kicked up the volume that much more, their palpable disdain raising a beautifully cruel grin that got that much scarier when the house lights went down, then blazed forth in an eerie, fiery red. Looking like some alternate reality Carrie White who actually enjoyed her prom, Elise turned her attention to the ring and started down the aisle.
ELISE WINTERREST:
Quite unmoved by the ‘Spring’ aspect of Spring Break, Elise ignored lighter tones in favor of her usual chalk-outline ’REDRUM’ tee, the one that offered up a fine view of her midsection as well as her matching black elbow and knee pads and gleaming black boots that ended an inch south of her knee.
Slowing to a near halt as she reached the foot of the ramp, Winterrest slunk over one of the jeering throng and placed a finger to his lips to make sure proper attention was paid when her anthem noted ‘So don’t breathe when I talk, ‘Cause you haven’t been spoken to.’ Dismissing the oaf before he’d fully come to grips with her presence, the First-Degree Femme Fatale sauntered up the steps, dipped 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 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. Tossing the garment to the referee without making eye contact, Winterrest turned to Sampson 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. “Some would say that outfit has too much red, dearie.” the brunette murmured as she backpedaled to her corner. “I however, don’t think it has nearly enough.”
Eager to redeem herself after coming up short in her PPV debut, Bianca clapped her hands as soon as the bell sounded and was rewarded by FAWNatics returning it a thousand-fold.” All right, babe,” Simpson murmured to herself as she started out of the corner. “Time to right the ship. You got this. You got her!”
Elise Winterrest made no immediate move to leave her corner and she most certainly did not clap along with the rest of this baying throng, but she did not regard the blonde with the same blatant disdain that Allison Addison had shown her. At least not so far as Bianca could tell, anyway. Dark eyes calm and cool as Simpson strode forth, Elise set off along the ropes at a leisurely pace, only arcing away from them when she could claim the center of the ring and Bianca was closer to the corner she’d just vacated.
“Whenever you’re ready, dear,” Winterrest beckoned the blonde in with two fingers and the faintest of smiles.
Bianca nodded, walked her brunette down and quickly swept her into a surprisingly brawny Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. Elise’s first instinct was to go for the newcomer’s hair, but settled for a perfectly legal clench that lasted for a good ten seconds as the ladies claimed and then ceded canvas a few steps at a time. Once she had a good measure of Simpson’s power, the Icy Manipulator shifted both hands to opposing chest and broke the grapple with a strong shove.
Bianca caught her balance, readied for another lunge, then paused to consider. After a moment she stuck a hand out. “Hope you’re ready for the fight of your life, Elise,” she said. “Because I came here to win.”
The capacity crowd told Simpson that this was a very, very, VERY bad idea, yet she didn’t rescind the offer, nor did she flinch when Winterrest accepted.
“Every fight is the fight of my life, dear,” she replied once the handshake was over. “I must say, something about you is quite familiar, I just can’t place it just, aaaaahhh yes. Bianca, isn’t it? Allison mentioned your name several times during a previous conversation.” Elise frowned slightly, the look of someone about to relate unpleasant news. “The word ‘loser’ was thrown about quite liberally, I’m afraid.”
“I’m no loser,” Simpson almost growled. “Addison’s just a dirty cheater. And if you think you’re going to get one over one me with that catty crap, you’re--”
Miss Murder held up a placating hand, cutting the blonde off. “You misunderstand, Bianca. I never once agreed with the precocious Ms. Addison and if you say you’re not a loser, well, that’s more than enough for me. But if you’re afraid these people might yet harbor some doubt…” she gazed out at those assembled, who were urging Simpson to get after her brunette right freakin’ now! “…then perhaps you should come at me with the best you’ve got?
Bianca didn’t need to be told twice, she locked up with Winterrest a second time and marched her back several steps before the brunette planted one heel like a kickstand. “You’re strong, Elise,” Simpson muttered as she worked to reassert control. “But I’m strongWHOAH!”
Elise contradicted her with actions rather than words, the black-clad lovely abruptly powering her opponent back the way she’d come. A hand snugged against Simpson’s chin made it that much easier for Winterrest to control their direction and she would’ve forced Bianca against the ropes in a matter of seconds if the energetic ingénue hadn’t abruptly twisted her hips! Caught off guard by the unexpected spin, Winterrest grimaced as her back ground against the rubber-coated steel, but she kept right on pushing at Bianca’s chin and shoulder until the ref stepped in and patted each wrestler’s shoulder.
“Ok ladies, lets break it up, I think we can keep this clean for once, can’t we?”
Elise let go and slowly raised her hands while Simpson did the same. Delighted to come out on top in this first skirmish, Bianca took a few steps back and CRAAAACK! Winterrest caught her across the cheek with a Bytch Slap so stiff it watered her eyes. “That’s for pulling my hair, brat!” Elise explained herself before the ref could demand she do the same.
One hand to her stinging cheek, it took the stunned blonde a moment to sputter, “Wha… what are you talking about? I didn’t pull your hair!”
“Oh, don’t play innocent with me! Everyone knows how desperately you want to win, apparently that means flaunting the rules at every opportunity! Well don’t think you’re going to get a tainted win at my expense!”
Still more surprised than angry, Bianca repeated, “I SAID I didn’t pull your UNNNNGGGHHH!”
Winterrest clouted her with a Backhand, the kind that bloodied lips and earned incredulous ‘oooooohhhh’s’ from the crowd. “Shut your lying mouth,” Elise said with the sort of steely conviction only consummate liars can manage. “Or I’ll shut it for you.”
Simpson thumbed a red smear from the corner of her mouth as she regarded the brunette with narrowed eyes. “You know I didn’t pull your hair. And if you slap me one more time I’ll EERRRGGGHHHH!”
Miss Murder did indeed slap her again, a great, looping overhand shot that cracked off Simpson’s chest with a sound like thin ice snapping on a cold day. “What, Bianca Simpson?” Winterrest asked in a tone of subtly cruel humor. “What EXACTLY, are you going to--”
Simpson pounced with a Clothesline at the ready, but Elise was ready too and she dipped aside at the last moment. Even worse, the Icy Manipulator went down on her side and flicked her feet in-between Simpson’s legs to send her sprawling into a throat-first collision with the middle rope! Bianca gagged and put one hand to her burning windpipe, the breathless battler too preoccupied with her neck to notice the Icy Manipulator was no longer in the immediate vicinity. That changed when Winterrest returned from her sprint to the far side of the ring and hopped up to THWHUMP her right leg across the back of the rookie’s neck!
DUPLICITOUS DROP TOE HOLD:
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Bianca gagged and coughed, a situation that only grew worse when Elise threaded both legs around her head, grabbed the top rope and leaaaaaaaaaned back while simultaneously squeezing as hard she could. Now a Standing Headscissors was far from illegal, but administering one in the ropes doomed it to a short lifespan, especially when the recipient’s throat was wrapped around the middle strand! Fearing for the struggling blonde, the ref went straight into his count, which reached ‘FOUR!’ before Elise slithered away from her mount.
“Was that really necessary?” she asked him while adjusting the edges of her one-piece. “I’d have let her go if only you’d asked.”
He doubted that very much, yet there was no point arguing when she’d followed the previous order. Returning her attention to the rasping lovely only when the ref made himself scarce, Elise worked a hand into Bianca’s hair and forced her to boot leather.
“You may not be the loser Ms. Addison claims you to be,” she exclaimed as she marched the blonde to the middle of the squared circle, “But you are most certainly an unscrupulous liar and I will not tolerate that in my opponents!”
Feeling perfectly justified in punishing a transgression that she herself had invented, Elise slipped behind her foe and hooked right leg over Simpson’s left thigh. Then she pulled Bianca’s right arm under her left armpit and pushed down to bend the trapped woman’s torso across the post of her encroaching thigh! The Abdominal Stretch was bad enough with no modifications, so of course Elise cupped Bianca’s chin in one hand and palmed the back of her head in the other and twisssssssssssssted like she meant to pop it right off!
NECK WRENCH ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
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Bent damned near in half by the agonizing hold, Simpson planted her left hand against the mat for a little leverage and waggled her trapped hand as best she could in hopes of getting the crowd behind her. Winterrest was nonplussed. “Oh yes, do be so kind as to lend her all of your support.” she said with a smirk. “It will her inevitable failure all the more satisfying.”
Not quite able to pry Elise’s hands off her her chin after a dozen seconds of effort, Bianca grit her teeth, squeezed her eyes shut, and tried to think back to what little training she had. It took a while with the miasma of agony clouding her mind, though eventually Simpson was able to recall that the textbook counter to the Abdominal Stretch was the Hip Toss. She took a couple of deep, ragged breaths to steady herself, and then she threw herself face first into the canvas.
“Yaaaahhhh -- NGH!” Bianca grunted, throwing Winterrest off of herself at the cost of taking an awkward header into the canvas with a sloppy-looking Hip Toss.
Miss Murder simply rolled with the impact, landing on a shoulder and then tumbling forward to regain her feet, none the worse for the wear. Despite the rather harmless throw, however, she screamed and cradled her right hand to her chest.
“SHE BIT ME!” Elise shouted at the referee. “THE LITTLE TRAMP BIT ME!”
“Wha -- ?! N -- no I didn’t! She’s lying! She’s lying to you!” Simpson stammered, unsure how to otherwise react to her opponent’s deceitful confabulations.
The official also seemed unsure of what to do, hemming and hawing for a few seconds before eventually issuing a half-hearted warning to Simpson about keeping it clean which only rankled the blonde further. Bianca scrambled upright and charged at her smirking opponent, letting loose a warcry that fell a bit short of intimidating. Winterrest was expecting a Spear or perhaps a Double Leg Takedown, so she was quite surprised when she got hit in the gut by what amounted to a Charging Headbutt and doubled over.
“YEAH! GET READY FOR THE BIG FINISH!” Simpson shouted to the crowd, ignoring the stinging pain in her neck after her botched Spear proved inadvertently effective.
Bianca clasped her hands her hands around the back of Elise’s neck, kicked her legs forward in a V, and dropped to the deck. Her own hindquarters thumped against the mat first, absorbing most of the force of the Sit-out Facebuster and considerably softening the impact for Winterrest.
SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
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Nevertheless, she rolled the brunette over and pivoted into a simple Crossbody pin for…
ONE --
…before Miss Murder pushed her aside and climbed upright, apparently unharmed to Simpson’s surprise.
“No one’s ever kicked out of that before…!” Bianca gasped, before murmuring to herself a moment later, “...although... I guess that's the first time I've used that in a match…”
Elise ran her hands through her hair to smooth out the dark strands, then shook her head and lightly clucked her tongue.
“Oh Bianca, with moves like those, you're well on your way to becoming the next Noemie Devereaux…”
“I -- I don't know who that is…” Simpson said, narrowing her eyes.
“You don't know who the illustrious Noemie Devereaux is?!” Winterrest asked with exaggerated surprise. “Some say she’s Quebec’s answer to Allie McKenzie!”
“You're mocking me, aren't you?” Bianca growled. “You better take me seriously and show me some respect! I've been on the main roster longer than you!”
That got Miss Murder’s right eyebrow to subtly twitch in irritation, and then blonde and brunette locked up in the center of the ring with another Elbow and Collar tie-up. Simpson apparently had something more up her sleeve this time, dropping down to the mat as soon as Winterrest started pushing against her, and then planting her boots on her opponent's hips and sending Elise tumbling head over heels with a Monkey Flip. Bianca tried kipping to her feet to press the offensive, but she didn't quite put enough zip into the effort and she ended up lamely flopping back to the canvas. For her trouble, she caught an Elbow Drop to the chest courtesy of Winterrest, who had no such trouble with a kip-up following the Monkey Flip.
“You are most fascinating, Bianca Simpson,” Elise purred as she dragged her coughing, sputtering opponent upright.
A quick Irish Whip sent Simpson hurtling towards a corner, the young ingenue still possessing the wherewithal to turn at the last second in order to take the collision on her back rather than her chest, not that it helped much when Miss Murder followed a couple of steps behind and drove a Running Knee into her gut. Bianca slumped down to a seat, kept semi-upright only by leaning against the bottom turnbuckle at her back, and then Winterrest began stomping a mudhole in her.
“You poor, poor thing,” Elise said, doing an admirable job of feigning sympathy even as she ignored the referee’s protests and continued to batter her opponent. “There's nothing more sad than one who doesn't know her place in the world.”
Winterrest finally relented under threat of disqualification and hauled Simpson to the center of the ring for more punishment. Bianca showed more resilience than Elise might have expected, however, when she shoved the crown of her head underneath the brunette’s jaw and dropped to her knees, rattling Miss Murder’s teeth with a desperate Jawbreaker.
JAWBREAKER:
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“I know my place, and it's on top of you!” Simpson retorted, climbing back to her feet as the FAWNatics popped for her first substantial offense of the match.
Winterrest was still holding onto her throbbing jaw, so she put up no resistance when Bianca shoved her into another corner. Simpson stepped away to get some space, drew back her right arm, and delivered a cracking Knife Edge Chop across Elise’s chest. It had neither the velocity nor the stinging impact of a genuine Bloodwind chop from either sister, though that didn't stop a few enthusiastic audience members from WOOO’ing in response.
“KNIFE EDGE MASSACRE!” Bianca called out, her confidence bolstered by the fans’ support.
She repeated her chop two more times to complete a trifecta, but when she tried for a fourth, Winterrest caught her wrist and squeezed so hard that Simpson yelped in pain. Despite the sudden wave of dread that washed over her, Bianca retained enough tactical sense to latch onto Elise's arm and whip the brunette at the opposite corner. Miss Murder slammed back-first into the turnbuckles with a wail of pain, then dropped to a seat, eyes closed, unmoving, and seemingly spent.
“Wow… I, uhh, I guess I don't know my own strength,” Simpson quietly mused before offering a modest double bicep flex that nevertheless earned cheers from the FAWNatics.
Rather than put the boot to her foe as Elise had done, Bianca decided to go for a crowd-pleaser, as she announced, “BRONCO BUSTER!”
She broke into a run, and when she was just a couple of yards away, she leapt and spread her legs out in a V. The moment Simpson's feet left the canvas, however, Winterrest’s eyes snapped fully open and her lips twisted into a wicked grin. Not possessing the acrobatic acumen to adjust in midair, Bianca could do nothing when Elise stopped playing dead and deftly rolled out of the way, and a moment later she rammed herself crotch-first against the ringpost just above the bottom turnbuckle.
Making no effort to keep the smile off her face, Winterrest stood up and made a few minor adjustments to her one-piece before leaning over to sink a hand into Bianca’s hair. “You may not believe this, dearest, but I see great potential in you.”
Simpson only groaned and swatted at the brunette’s wrist, which wasn’t nearly enough to dissuade the Malicious Mainer from her course.
“I know, I know, your skepticism is understandable, after all, it’s hard to believe in much of anything after you’ve endured such a rude collision, but I assure you, it is a true fact. There IS great potential in you, even if this current incarnation is little more than a lump of coal.”
Elise shook Bianca’s head back n’ forth, then doubled down on the hair-hold to drag her upright. Wrenching Simpson’s head back at a harsh angle, Elise put her lips to the blonde’s ear and purred, “You know what it takes to turn coal into diamonds, don’t you, Ms. Simpson?”
Bianca, her knees still shuddering in the aftermath of the errant Bronco Buster, could only answer between gasps. “Puuuhhhh….puuuhhh… pressureNNNNGGHHH!”
Winterrest drove a Headbutt between the newcomer’s shoulders, further loosening her legs. “Very good, VERY GOOD!” Elise continued with genuine good humor. “So my next question is excruciatingly simple. Shall I take you in my hands… and squeeze?”
The red-clad tryo steeled her knees, then reached back with one hand and grabbed Winterrest’s encroaching wrists. “I don’t need you to know I’m a diamond, ElisSNNNNNNGGGHH!”
Elise blasted the point of one knee into the small of her foe’s back, still with that same disquieting smile on her lips. “I thought as much.” she cooed. “Come then, let’s prove your worth.” Doubling over, the Icy Manipulator worked her head under the blonde’s arm and wrapped an arm around her waist. Winterrest’s other hand went to Simpson’s glutes, then ‘hupped’ her into the air, albeit not nearly far enough to deliver an Atomic Drop or a Belly to Back Suplex. That was fine by Elise, she only walked toward the nearest set of strands and deftly set her foe in a seat atop the middle rope.
Startled by this show of apparent mercy, Bianca draped her arms over the top rope and called, “Hey, I’m in the ropes, ref! Tell her to back off, I’m in the OOOOOOOWWWWWWW!”
Winterrest raked her talons from Simpson’s shoulders to the small of her back, once, twice, three times, each subsequent pass drawing a sharp squeal of protest from the suspended battler. The ref was already close by, which meant he’d be nattering in her ear sooner rather than later, so she wrapped one hand around the nape of Simpson’s neck and laid into her upper back with a cudgeling series of Forearm Smashes.
Sure enough, she’d landed less than a dozen when the black & white got all up in her business. “Get her off the ropes, Elise! C’mon, you can’t just beat on her all night!”
The Malicious Mainer paused and mopped the back of her wrist across her brow despite the fact that she’d barely broken a sweat.
“I can and I will, my good man. And neither you or that inconsequential time limit will tell me otherwise.”
She said it with such great conviction that the official actually forgot to start his count until well after Miss Murder snagged a handful of red lycra and yanked it aloft in an agonizing wedgie!
Much as she enjoyed the trunk manipulation, Winterrest felt no reason to court a disqualification, so she let loose and ‘THREE!’ and cupped both hands over Bianca’s chin. Then she hopped up, wedged her knees against the blonde’s shoulders and dropped down onto her back to THAWHUMP the air from her foe’s frame with a gorgeous Lungblower!
Simpson rolled / slopped onto her tummy, the frazzled New Yorker far too short of breath to keep Elise from draaaaaaaagging her into the center of the squared circle. Pausing only long enough to savor the welts she’d carved into the other woman’s back, Winterrest shoveled over and slid across her chest. Both hands flat on the mat, Elise flipped hair off her face and smiled prettily as the ref slapped out…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Bianca didn’t really kick out, instead she lifted a shoulder off the canvas with a half second to spare. “I see the pressure is already paying dividends.” Elise said with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Someone with your wherewithal is worthy of another lesson, I think.”
Winterrest stood and forced Simpson to do the same, although the latter could only maintain a semblance of verticality if she leaned against the former.
“Pay attention now, dear,” the brunette swatted her foe’s cheek until Bianca’s eyes started to clear. “If you’re going to be a star in FAWN or anywhere else, you’d do well to develop some of your own spots instead of parroting wastrels like Cosworth, Bloodwind or, ugh, London. And once you’ve developed those spots, perhaps refrain from announcing them to the whole world before NNNNGGGHHH!”
Simpson palmed Elise’s head in both hands and yanked her into a Headbutt across the bridge of the nose! Miss Murder stumbled, might’ve wandered out of reach if Bianca hadn’t snatched a handful of hair and unloaded her own flurry of Forearm Smashes against opposing rack! Quick to get behind the blonde even after her admittedly ungainly offense, the FAWNatics grew louder and louder as Bianca walked the brunette all the way to the far side of the ring. Feeling the strands at her back, Winterrest tried to wrap her arms around the blonde in a clench, but Simpson shrugged her off and slung those clutching limbs over the top rope. Then she snatched a whole lotta hair and yanked Elise’s head back to allow her better access to the Mainer’s chest.
She was still PWAAAKING away with those heavy smashes when the ref scurried over and said, “Enough, Bianca! Get her outta there!”
Simpson nodded, but her attention was focused mostly on Winterrest. Treating herself to a Wristlock, the blonde pressed into Winterrest’s chest and muttered, “How’s this for an announcement, jerk? I’m kicking your ass!”
With that she stepped back, dropped a shoulder and hurled Elise across the ring with an Irish Whip. Bianca followed along a few steps behind, the red-clad lovely already thinking about the Spear she was gonna drive deep into Miss Murder’s-- Elise leapt onto the second rope and pushed straight back in a high, floaty descent that let her catch Simpson’s skull in a Three Quarters Facelock. Already stretched out full length, the Icy Manipulator simply held on tight and thus THWHONKED the rookie’s face into the deck in a brutally delivered Ace Crusher.
BULLET WITH A NAME:
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Caught point blank by the Bullet With a Name, Bianca tumbled onto her back and didn’t even notice when Winterrest took an ankle in either hand. “I’d offer you one more piece of advice, but I’m afraid you’re beyond the range of my voice at the moment.”
With that she angled the brunette’s left shin across her right leg in a quick figure four, then twisted around and hooked her own right ankle over Simpson’s exposed left foot. This grip and a little maneuvering flipped Bianca onto her stomach while Miss Murder sank to one knee and laced her hands under Simpson’s chin. Elise didn’t bother to draw out the mystery, she simply YANKED on Bianca’s chin to complete the hold she’d dubbed Justifiable Homicide.
JUSTIFIABLE HOMICIDE:
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Dragged back to consciousness by the anguish in her neck, knee and back, Simpson didn’t even try to fight the hold, she just smacked both hands on the deck in a frantic tattoo. “STOP! STOP! STAAAAAAHHHP! I GIVE, I GIVE, PLEAAAASSSE STAAAAAAAAHHHP!”
The ref called for the bell and Winterrest released the Chinlock, she did not however, get to her feet. Instead, she leaned down to whisper in the blonde’s ear, “As I said, you have SO much potential, Ms. Simpson. My advice? Don’t get discouraged, I’m sure you’ll do better next time.”
Then she stood up and allowed the ref to raise her hand while the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… ELISE WINTERREST!”
Shrugging away from his grip shortly thereafter, Elise put a foot between Simpson’s shoulders and glanced to the official.
“A microphone. Now.”
This request was granted almost at once, the man was in no mood to draw the brunette’s ire. Dismissing him as soon as she had what she wanted, Winterrest raised the mic to her lips and stared a hole through the nearest camera.
“This is a message to FAWN’s favorite Raven, the fair and radiant, lovely and lost, Lenore Lemarchand. The world knows of your appreciation for Poe, so I hope you’ll take this message to heart.”
She paused and grrrrrrrrrround her heel atop the defenseless blonde.
“Words have no power to impress without the exquisite horror of their reality… behold the exquisite horror of MY reality, Raven. Tell me, do you dare take wing into this living darkness? Or will you turn and flee… forever more?”
Elise let the question hang in the air for several seconds before she tossed the mic down and sauntered out of squared circle, leaving the statisticians and archivists to add Bianca Simpson’s name to her growing tally of victims.