Post by dsb on Dec 31, 2017 18:27:52 GMT
After delivering a 5-star worthy match with Claudia Rooney at FAWNamania, the FAWN executives are certainly beginning to take notice of Estrina’s abilities. Her post-FAWNamania interview also made her one of the most talked about rookies in FAWN and her popularity compelled the organization to pit her against other crowd-drawing wrestlers. As for today, she’s fighting the former FAWN Lightweight champion, Elizabeth Cromwell. If she wins, she’s bound to cement her position as a credible contender to FAWN Lightweight Champion, the only goal in her mind right now.
Mountain song-Joe Satriani
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I-JaSlyelkk
Estrina immediately puts on her red satin cloak and makes her way to the arena entrance upon hearing her entrance music.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Singapore, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in tonight at 53 kilograms! She is the Celestial Stunner… ESTRINA STARFIRE!”
[ESTRINA STARFIRE]
The arena dims with a single spotlight shining brightly on the curtain revealing a familiar silhouette behind the curtains. A cannonade of pyrotechnic fires off into the air and the crowd cheers as Estrina walks out of the dispersing smoke, greeting her fans with her radiant smile. She jovially slaps the hands of her welcoming fans as she marches down the ramp, inevitably opening up her cloak to reveal the front of her newly made-to-order ring gear.
Skimpy as before, except, more elaborate, she wears a gold-lined red polyester high leg hole one piece with a plunging neckline exposing her side cleavage down to her navel. The clothing covering her breasts is fastened with a gold buckle positioned under her breasts. The exposed attire is completed with white kneepads and gold boots.
She slowly ascends the ring steps and walks along the apron, pointing her jaunty fingers to a faraway crowd, acknowledging their presence before entering the ring through the middle rope. Removing her cloak as she ascends the turnbuckle, she stretches the fabric out with her arms in a wide "T" before letting the cloak slides off her back, unveiling her full outfit.
The straps run thinly over her shoulders down to a tanga-style bottom. Every detail of the design down to the choice of fabric was handpicked to cope with her heavy sweating, which makes it difficult to move when the fabric sticks to her skin. And also, to prevent her wardrobe from malfunctioning like her past few matches with Claudia.
She pumps her fist in the air to rally the crowd once more.
"YOU GUYS READY FOR ESCTACY?" Starfire screams.
The crowd replies in unison "YEAHHHH!!!!"
She smiles and winks at the crowd before hopping off the turnbuckle and moves into her corner where she warms up before a uphill match with the former champ.
Her machinations to become Eurasian champion failing in spectacular fashion, ending captured in her stocks by the victorious Lady Waterford, All Hallows’ Evil was straight out of a nightmare for the Boarding School Princess. To her credit, the sound of ‘God Save The Queen’ erupting from the sound system proves she’s ready to bounce back or go down in flames again against the grappler from Singapore.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tN9EC3Gy6Nk )
Realizing Lizzie is on the way, her former fans and the legions still supporting her former bestie, Golden Girl Sammie Sinclair, rise to their feet and give Cromwell the welcome she deserves, a rousing chorus of boos. As Space’s ‘The Female of the Species’ rolls over the top of England’s anthem ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=F1NBpVKWh_c&ob=av2e ), the auburn-haired combatant from the northwest of England strides to center stage, sneering at the jeering masses.
[ELIZABETH CROMWELL]
The freckled fighter lights up the Orlando faithful with a raised middle finger before traipsing down the ramp and aisle, Cromwell back down near the bottom of the ladder after being literally spanked aside by Her Ladyship, and looking irate about it.
Elizabeth’s blue, boy-cut spandex trunks barely reach below the soft curve of her glutes. The initials ‘BSP’ are emblazoned in bold white strokes across her backside. Above is the familiar sports bra, containing a twisting blend of the colors of her UK with a black outline of the British flag on her right breast. Black boots and pads finish the attire.
Cromwell avoids the stretching arms of the FAWNatics, carefully keeping to the middle as the assembled let Lizzie know she’ll definitely not be the fans’ favorite in tonight’s affair. The ring announcer does his best to send his amplified voice above the torrent of boos.
“And her opponent…from Liverpool, England, standing five feet five inches tall and weighing in at 54 and half kilos, the Boarding School Princess, Elizabeth Cromwell.”
The Englishwoman walks slowly up the ring steps, slides through the ropes, and moves to the center of the squared circle, staring down Starfire. Cromwell, microphone already in hand, lifts it to parted lips. The crowd tries to cut her off, raising its volume all the higher, chanting,
“FEE-OWNAH OWNED YA.” Clap-clap. Clap-clap-clap. “FEE-OWNAH OWNED YA.” Clap-clap. Clap-clap-clap.
Elizabeth, taken aback and furious, opens her mouth to respond, but the chants only grow in strength and stop her in her audible tracks. The auburn-haired grappler covers her ears instead, finally shouting at the crowd to stop. But when they don’t, she gives up on whatever speechifying she might have had in mind.
Lizzie tosses the microphone aside, the stick landing with a ga-lunk on the canvas and the FAWNatics roar with delight over their ‘victory’. Cromwell heads for her corner as the ref collects and dispenses with the amplifier. There, the Brit turns and waits for the bell and the opportunity to find some sort of redemption toward the bottom of the card.
DING!
The fight bell clangs signaling for the match to start. The two battlers move out of their corner and circle quickly about the centre of the ring before slowly closing in on each other. Arms up, ready to fight, the Brit and the Asian lunge at each other for a collar-and-elbow lock up!
Evenly-sized, the two lightweights push each other back-and-forth with no outcome. With the crowd wholly against the Boarding School Princess, it is not long before the crowd begin chanting “ESTRINA!”, going behind the babyface to beat the snobbish Brit. The Celestial Stunner lets out a gutsy roar and pushes Lizzie all the way into the ropes, prompting the ref to count “1…2…3…”
Estrina releases at the count of 4 and gently taps the side of Elizabeth’s cheek.
“Sorry girl, looks like you are eating another loss tonight…” Estrina smirks before slowly backing off, gesturing at Elizabeth to “bring it”.
Embarrassed and annoyed, the Brit moves back to the center and starts “dancing off” with her opponent. The ring trembles the moment they lock horns and, drawing strength from anger, Cromwell quickly pushes Estrina into the ropes in retaliation. This time, Lizzie’s arm goes under the top rope and yanks Estrina’s hair from behind!
“AAAAAHHHHH!” Estrina yelps as her hair is being tugged.
“History is going to repeat itself today Estrina! Singapore is going to come under Britain’s possession again! In other words, I will own you!” the Boarding School Princess snarls as the ref counts.
Lizzie promptly releases at the count of 4 and swats her hand on her butt, removing the strands of hair from Estrina’s head before giving her the same gesture to “bring it” with a smirk on her face.
Furious, Estrina charges towards Elizabeth and gets caught in yet another collar-and-elbow lock up. What ensues is a rapid sequence of locks and counters with Estrina throwing Elizabeth to the ground with a headlock. Estrina briefly maintains control until Elizabeth squirms her head out of the hold and simultaneously grabs Estrina by the arm, twisting it behind in a hammerlock. Before she can take full control, Estrina nimbly reverses the Hammerlock into her own, getting in a few torques before shoving her foe away with a large slap on her back.
Wasting no time, Estrina quickly unleashes Forearm Smashes to overwhelm the Brit, sending her backwards with each blow until Elizabeth meets the ropes where she whips Elizabeth across the ring. With great agility, Estrina quickly moves to the middle of the ring, jumps high in the air and lands a big Dropkick to Cromwell’s face. Lizzie lands on her back with a THUD and Estrina quickly moves in and hooks her far leg for the cover!
ONE!
Still fresh, Elizabeth kicks out at one, rolling onto her side. “Get up!” Estrina demands as she picks the Brit snob off the mat, and tucks her head under her armpit, setting her up for a series of Snap Suplexes.
Snap Suplexes
youtu.be/58MDIALxFwY
The red-clad battler hauls her over and slams her back first into the mat. Holding on, her legs raise and flare in a circular motion, rolling herself and Lizzie onto their knees before throwing her twice and thrice before releasing. Lizzie’s hand clutches onto the small of her lower back in pain as she ricochets off the mat into a seated position. The Celestial Stunner shoves her body back onto the mat for another cover!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Satisfied her attacks are working and wearing the former Lightweight champ down, the Awesome Asian continues to keep the pressure on. She picks her dazed opponent up and whips her into the corner, setting her up for the Meteora.
Estrina backs up into the opposite corner and locks her sight on Lizzie before taking off at full throttle. Sensing the impending attack, Cromwell snappily drops herself to the mat and rolls out of the ring, bringing The Celestial Stunner's fiery momentum to a halt. Palms on her knees, the Englishwoman remains at ringside to catch her much needed breather while the ref starts counting her out. Meanwhile, the crowd jeers at her cowardly actions, not knowing she is actually making use of the opportunity to iritate the Asian battler, a surefire way for Estrina to slip up.
The ref counts up to 6 as Cromwell paces along the ringside casually. Her tactics work. Estrina is clearly frustrated by her foe’s dilly-dallying and tries to join her at the ringside but the refs keeps her back. The Brit climbs up on the ring apron at the count of "8" but refuses to enter the ring.
"Yea Nick! Keep that sweaty Asian bitch away from me!" Elizabeth scorns, mocking Estrina's already sweat-slicked body.
"What did you just say?!" Estrina snarls.
"Working up such a sweat when we are 5 minutes into the match. Look at yourself, you are disgusting!" Elizabeth continues to pick on Starfire's nerves.
Furious, Estrina recklessly charges toward the Brit snob when Lizzie intelligently grabs hold of her foe’s head and drops back to the floor, slamming Starfire’s throat into the ropes!
A beaming Elizabeth points at her temple having proven herself the ring genius she is. Estrina turns and staggers to the far side of the ring, rubbing at her throat and gasping for air. This gives Cromwell all the room she needs to slide back in and pop to her feet. The auburn-haired grappler points at her opponent.
“This is supposed to be competition?”
Cromwell tracks down Starfire, snatching her foe’s ebony locks from behind with her left hand and delivering a forearm blast with her right. Estrina lurches forward, landing on her knees in front of the ropes. Quick to respond, Lizzie draws up her right shin and leans it into the back of the Asian’s neck, pressing her foe’s throat down atop the rubber-coated steel of the middle cable.
Estrina’s face turns rosy as Cromwell tries to choke the fight out of her. Starfire’s arms flail wildly while Elizabeth continues to lean all her bodyweight into the effort and collapse Estrina’s windpipe.
“Let her off the ropes, Cromwell,” Nick insists. But it’s not until the man starts his count does the Boarding School Princess take him seriously. She finally backs off at four, raising her hands high in innocence as the crowd levels another round of boos in her direction.
“Get off my back, you losers,” the Liverpool native complains. “If I have to fight this grabage, I’m going to have some fun.”
With Starfire still choking but pushing to vertical, Elizabeth charges in from behind and throws a nasty chop block to the pit of Estrina’s left knee. Starfire howls as she genuflects, grasping at the aching joint.
“Let’s get you away from these bothersome ropes,” Cromwell purrs while pulling Estrina back to her feet and clear of the cables with a handful of the Singaporean’s ebony mane.
“It’s time to teach you to stay in your lane, luv.”
Elizabeth rears back her right hand and paintbrushes Estrina’s cheek with an echoing open hand, the slap spinning Starfire’s head with its force. The anger on the Asian’s face is clear when her gaze returns and Lizzie gulps, backing off a step and holding up a plaintive hand, knowing she might have riled her foe.
The Asian takes a step toward Lizzie only to meet a lightning toe kick to the tummy from the Englishwoman, stopping Estrina in her tracks and doubling her at the waist. Grabbing the raven locks of her foe with both hands, Cromwell leaps into the air, extending both legs, and drops to the canvas, dragging Starfire with her. The BSP PLANTS Estrina’s face into the canvas with a sit-out facebuster, the impact of which sends the dazed Asian barrel rolling to her back in a spreadeagle.
Sit-out facebuster (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sll-3Pm7RqM )
Elizabeth climbs aboard instantly in a lateral press. She hooks Starfire’s far leg for good measure to pick up the…
ONE…
TWO…
Estrina kicks free of Lizzie’s grasp, ending on her side, while the bratty Brit gives Castle the evil eye. No words are necessary to show her disappointment, but Cromwell mutters “moron” over her breath so the ref doesn’t have to guess her feelings on the call.
“I’m betting you want to get back to the ropes about now, eh?” Lizzie asks Starfire, pulling Estrina up with her as she rises. “Let’s see what we can do about that.”
Cromwell bullies the Asian grappler to the steel cables and forces her face down across the top strand. There, Elizabeth proceeds to take Estrina on her signature Saturday Evening Constitutional, raking her foe’s peepers against the abrasive cable all the way to the corner. Once there, Elizabeth’s digits, already sunk into Estrina’s scalp, pull her foe’s head far back and the freckled warrior SLAMS Estrina’s face into the top buckle not once, but two AND THEN three times.
“Are we ready for our next little walk?” Lizzie says sweetly.
Again, Cromwell forces Estrina’s eyes down against the top rope, but before the BSP can drag her foe to the next corner, Starfire throws a blind elbow behind her. It craaacks into Lizzie’s jaw, setting Starfire loose and Cromwell stumbling back several steps before the Brit can fully regain her balance.
As Estrina furiously rubs at her watering eyes, trying to bring them back to full working order, a livid Cromwell charges the Asian. Though it’s not clear how much she can see, Estrina grabs the top rope and leeeans back, pulling it down as she does. The maneuver also moves her out of Elizabeth’s line of fire and the redhead races past, flipping over the lowered top cable and out. Cromwell bangs against the apron before collapsing to the thinly padded cement floor.
Grimacing, Lizzie uses the edge of the apron to pull her way up to her knees. The Scouser peeks over the edge only to find Estrina racing toward her, dropping into a baseball slide, and thumping both boot soles into her face. Cromwell, knocked on her ass, back somersaults to a clanking stop against the steel barricade. Seated, Lizzie massages her jaw, making sure all her teeth are in place with a roll of her tongue.
“You are so…”
Cromwell cuts off her own words when she realizes Estrina’s leaving the ring to collect her. The redhead scurries to her feet, but it’s only in time for Starfire to grab her by a wrist and shoulder and heave her toward the ring. Cromwell turns into the collision with the apron’s edge and it’s not a pleasant one, her backbone dissected. Lizzie arches in agony, bleating at the ref to control her crazed attacker.
Nick shrugs and continues his count until the Asian combatant snatches and spins Cromwell then stuffs her back in the squared circle under the bottom rope. Lizzie is up to all fours and crawling away as fast as her palms and knees can carry her. It’s not fast enough as a reentered Starfire catches up at mid-ring and leaps above the Boarding School Princess dropping her right leg across the back of Cromwell’s neck, flattening the Englishwoman to the canvas face first.
Spinning to her knees next to Cromwell, Estrina collects the redhead’s left arm at the wrist and secures a hammerlock with one hand while pushing to a handstand with the other. The pendulum of her body swings back down and Starfire DRILLS a knee into the captured bent limb of the Brit. Lizzie howls in pain, trying to pull her throbbing arm free of Starfire but unable.
Still in possession of the limb, Estrina somersaults across Lizzie’s back, ending on the opposite side while Cromwell flips to her back, her limb stretched out in an armbar, Estrina scissoring the limb as well.
Elizabeth flails wildly, panicking. From her reaction, it seems she believes her arm might get ripped from its socket and Castle asks if she wants to quit. Lizzie curses out a screeching ‘NO’ and is able to roll toward her possessed limb enough to lace her fingers, relieving much of the stress on her nearly hyperextended elbow. Rolling another half-turn, she stacks the Asian aggressor up on her shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Estrina releases her submission maneuver to get her shoulders off the canvas then hops to her feet to watch a wincing Lizzie cradle her aching left arm close.
Despite spending only a year in FAWN, Starfire’s no rookie by any chance. The Celestial Stunner quickly lunges towards her foe and regains possession of her left arm, wrenching it over her head and dragging her foe back into the center of the ring as the Brit desperately tries to grab the ropes. Starfire then begins to dismantle the left arm, throwing elbow strikes and uppercuts to Cromwell’s elbow joint, drawing grunts and shrieks with each unforgiving blow. After four, maybe five blows, the Asian battler quickly folds Cromwell’s left arm into a hammerlock, keeping it in place with her right shoulder.
“No. No!” Elizabeth pleads.
Estrina, with a hand supporting Cromwell’s hip and the other around her waist, hauls her over in a Back Suplex!
Hammerlock Back Suplex
www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1phJlgdiw4
THUD! Elizabeth lands with her left arm bearing the full weight of her body and lets out a screeching yowl as she rolls onto her right side and clutches her elbow joint. Starfire immediately pulls her back onto the mat for the cover.
ONE...
TWO…
The BSP kicks out before the three count and rolls onto her side, still clutching the injured elbow.
“Good! I ain’t done with you yet!” Starfire snarls as she places Cromwell’s head in a vice grip and peels her off the mat. With Elizabeth barely standing, her left arm weakened, Starfire rakes her hair backwards and balls her fist.
“Yahhhhh” Estrina lets out a rallying cry and slams her fists into the shiny forehead of the BSP, knocking her several feet backwards. The Asian continues to attack relentlessly, punching and elbowing her in the head all the way to the ropes before whipping her to the opposite end. Estrina trails behind closely while the Brit bounces off the opposite ropes.
Cromwell stretches her right arm outwards in an attempt to stop her fast-paced opponent with a clothesline but Estrina continues to ride the momentum. She ducks beneath Cromwell’s arm, bounces off the exact spot where Elizabeth came from and delivers a running Dropkick into the muzzle of the BSP, knocking her off her feet.
Eyes watering, Cromwell clutches her nose to check if it is still in place. She crawls to the corner with her hand over her nose and climbs toward vertical with the help of the corner while Estrina stalks from behind, projecting her route of attack.
“Come on Lizzie!” Estrina shouts across the ring demanding her foe to rise.
As soon as Cromwell reaches her feet with the help of the corner, the fiery Asian sprints toward her at top speed, leaps into the air, and smashes Cromwell’s chest with both knees!
Meteora
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iRvy3Y8YcIc
The Englishwoman slumps forwards, barely standing, with one arm holding onto the top rope. The Celestial Stunner is unstoppable. She quickly tucks the English grappler into a headlock and drags her out of the corner at high speed before landing a brain-rattling bulldog!
Bulldog
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fyqK4LyU3f0
Estrina quickly gets to her feet while her foe struggles sluggishly onto all fours.
“ARE YOU GUYS READY TO TAKE THINGS HIGHER?” Estrina rallies the crowd with her finger in the air, to which the FAWNatics responded with a resounding “YES!”.
Starfire moves out of the ring and quickly ascends to the top rope while Cromwell struggles onto her feet. Crouching on the top rope, she slowly stands vertical, letting the crowd admire her balance. As Cromwell turns around, the Celestial Stunner takes herself to the sky with a Diving Cross Body....
BOOM!
The witty Cromwell manages to land a Dropkick into the mid-section of the Asian Battler right before the Cross Body connects, granting her a much needed break from Starfire’s relentless attacks. Unfortunately for the Brit, she lands on her left elbow, causing pain to sear through her arm as she rolls about the mat. Meanwhile, Starfire clutches the right side of her ribs with a grimace on her face as she slowly makes her way to the rope for a little breather.
Her momentum is slowed tremendously, but Estrina ‘s not willing to let her foe gain any advantage. She moves over to a kneeling Lizzie and repeatedly smashes her forearm into Lizzie’s face until the BSP manages to throw a fist straight into Estrina’s ribs. Estrina doubles over with both hands clutching her right side, allowing Lizzie a little room to stand. It doesn't take long for Cromwell to realize Estrina's bruised ribs and quickly capitalize on it. Estrina tries to maintain control, throwing strikes into Cromwell's face but any attempt to regain momentum is stopped with a piercing knee strike to her ribs.
“OMMPF” Estrina grunts as she doubles over in pain. Cromwell grabs a handful of Estrina's raven locks and coos into her ear, "I'm going to soften you up real good."
Elizabeth positions Estrina in a Three-Quarter Facelock and throws her over the shoulder with a Snapmare, hiding the illegal hairpull from the ref as she plants Estrina into a seated position.
Snapmare
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrQ799X_xH0
Elizabeth immediately folds her foe's right leg over her left, keeping it in place with her own left leg. She then loops her left arm over Estrina's right arm and YAAAANNNNKKKS it upwards, causing Estrina to shriek like a banshee!
Ground Abdominal Stretch
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wt12Z0ACoaU
"I've heard it is hard to draw a submission out of you. Let's see how well you fare today." Elizabeth teases before increasing the pressure even further!
Legs trapped, Estrina has no free limbs to move! There's nothing she can do except to wait for Elizabeth to slip up!
"You give?" Nick asks.
Estrina shakes her head, ebony locks flying. Starfire howls in pain when the Liverpool native adds a claw into the Asian’s midriff, upping the anguish from the maneuver.
“I believe what you meant to say was…YES!” Elizabeth shouts.
A head shake from the Singapore native again shows Estrina’s unwillingness to let this match go and the ref waves his arms, signifying the freckled Brit hasn’t won anything yet. Becoming more frustrated by the second, Cromwell turns her claw into a wicked slap to Starfire’s tummy, punishing Estrina for her stubbornness. Deciding, she can’t convince her to quit, Cromwell releases her ab stretch and rises behind the seated Starfire.
Elizabeth sinks both sets of nails into the scalp beneath the dark locks of her foe and rips upwards, drawing Estrina off the deck long enough to SLAM her back down by the hair.
Hairpull Mat Slam (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7NM1qOUILA )
Elizabeth tosses some removed strands of Estrina’s locks into the air like confetti, watching gleefully as it floats back toward the canvas.
“Bytch,” Lizzie crows. “You don’t know how much Sammie’s been holding me back. But you and she will find out.”
As the Asian rolls to her chest and pushes to all fours, Cromwell disdainfully pie-faces the top of Starfire’s head, pushing for embarrassment’s sake more than any real advantage. When Starfire finally makes her feet, Lizzie snags her foe’s mane one more time and RIPS Estrina off her feet, forcing the Asian’s spinal column down on bended knee as the Brit genuflects behind her.
Hairpull backbreaker (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7NM1qOUILA )
Jamming her knee into Estrina’s backbone with the hairpull backbreaker, the redhead watches as Starfire flops off her kneecap and ends on her back from the force of the impact. Immediately, the moment presents itself for a win. Cromwell dives on the flattened form of the Asian, covering in a lateral press and hooking a leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The rookie throws a shoulder up, spoiling the impending celebration of the Boarding School Princess. A flustered Elizabeth runs her fingers through her own locks this time, sweeping them back then shaking her head as she kneels on her haunches next to Starfire.
Lizzie rises next to the reeling Asian and stomps her foe in the ribs, convincing Estrina to roll to her chest. Once there, Cromwell plucks her foe’s legs up at the ankles then steps onto her hamstrings. After locking Starfire’s lower legs around her shins, the Brit reaches and captures her foe’s arms at the wrists, slowly slipping them down to the Asian’s elbows. With Estrina already mewling in pain, Lizzie leans and rolls to her back, vaulting the captured Starfire into the air above her in an agonizing Romero Hold.
Romero Hold (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Im9jMT3zdcE&context=C369209dADOEgsToPDskJ-hSZtVZbgNOpmVdUvq1nR )
“Give it up,” Elizabeth demands, testing the limits of each of the Asian’s limbs. “I’ll keep you up there all day if I have to.”
Cromwell has to make sure her own shoulders don’t press against the canvas, but otherwise Estrina is at her command, yelping, with no way out of the predicament. Elizabeth only increases the pressure when she transfers her handholds, to a wrapped arm around Starfire’s neck. She adds a delving nerve pinch into the supple flesh of the Singaporean. Her signature Liverpool Neck Massage fully engaged, the BSP is nothing less than demanding Estrina quit. While Starfire’s moaning in pain, the ref can’t convince her to take the easy way out.
Slowly, Lizzie’s legs start to quake from the pressure of keeping Estrina suspended above and Cromwell has to give up her gambit, toss Estrina aside. The freckled grappler rolls in the opposite direction and climbs wearily to vertical. Her own limbs aching from the strain of the submission, she shakes them out. Hurting, Elizabeth knows, several feet away, the Asian can only be in worse shape.
The auburn-haired fighter forces her way forward, closing the gap to a now kneeling Starfire. Lizzie sinks her left set of nails into Estrina’s locks and both of Starfire’s palms instantly shoot to her foe’s wrist. Sweeping her body beneath the extended arm, the Asian makes it to her boot soles with the arm in tow. She gives it a ragged whiplash of a shake with both hands and Elizabeth cries out in pain, the injury from earlier not fully recovered. Another whip of the limb sends Lizzie to pained tiptoes, baby browns welling as the elbow and shoulder joints in her left arm are being hyperextended.
Estrina stretches out the limb as far as she can then lifts a leg, tucking it into Elizabeth’s arm pit. The rookie drops to the canvas and, when she hits, the boot is thrust violently into the underside of Cromwell’s shoulder. Elizabeth howls in anguish from the attack. She’s able to tug the limb away from Starfire’s clutches but can only cradle it close as she staggers away from her opponent. Putting distance between herself and Estrina, the self-proclaimed Best Brit huddles in the farthest corner, the aching arm turned away from the inside of the ring. Lizzie curses and whimpers as she tries to work the limb into something approximating working order while Estrina stalks the cornered Englishwoman.
The Brit catches a flash out of the corner of her eye and it’s the charging Starfire. Estrina leaps from a few feet out and buries Lizzie in an avalanche of Asian. Estrina SPLASHES atop the cornered rat, CRUSHING Cromwell to the great delight of the legions of Sammie’s fans in the audience. Grabbing the scruff of Lizzie’s neck as she steps slightly to the side, Estrina tosses the Scouser by, then attacks from behind, sending a kick into the back of Elizabeth’s left knee that knocks Cromwell down to both.
Grabbing both wrists from Lizzie’s six and pulling them back, Estrina thrusts her right knee between the auburn-haired grappler’s shoulderblades and drives in with the bony joint, thrusting Cromwell’s chest forward as Starfire bends the BSP’s spine in an unpleasant arch.
“Ask her,” Estrina demands, the words short and sweet.
When Cromwell bleats out a yipping “Hell, no”, Estrina forces Lizzie’s arms, already tight and extended behind her, toward each other, testing the very limit of both shoulder joints.
Elizabeth cries out in pain, Estrina working the unique submission like a veteran, expending little energy while getting maximum agony from Lizzie.
The Singaporean continues to add pressure on the shoulder joints of the Englishwoman fans cheer her on.
"Give it up! Cromwell!" Estrina demands.
"UURRRGHHHH!!!!! NO!!!!!" The British native screams at the top of her lungs as legions of Sammie's fans continues to cheer in favor of the rookie.
"FINE!" Estrina replies and lets go of the hold before delivering a hard spinning heel kick to the back of Cromwell's head, sending her flat to the mat. Estrina rolls her foe’s lifeless body over and hook the far leg for the cover!
ONE...
TWO...
THREEENOOOOOO!
Cromwell kicks out of a very close fall! Estrina kneels beside her foe, hands on her hips with a sour taste in her mouth. Estrina rakes her sweat-matted hair backwards as she picks Cromwell up by her auburn locks. Once standing, the red-clad battler wearily drives her forearm into the freckled-faced wrestler but surprisingly, Cromwell comes back to life and respond with a forearm of her own. The two continues to exchange blows as the crowd cheers or boos after each.
Soon, the Asian is able to land successive forearm strikes that daze Cromwell momentarily. She lets out a rallying cry and swings her right leg towards Cromwell's head but Lizzie narrowly ducks the heavy strike, immediately nailing Starfire into the mat with a decapitating clothesline! Cromwell immediately collapses beside her downed opponent.
Lizzie sluggishly crawls using her elbows and sloppily lays her right hand over Estrina for the count.
ONE...
TWO…
Estrina kicks out at the count of two! The frustrated Brit grabs a handful of the Asian’s raven locks with one hand and starts smashing her fist into Estrina’s face with the other, prompting the ref to initiate the count, “1...2...3...4...”
Cromwell stops a second short of being disqualifying and picks her resilient foe up by the hair when Estrina suddenly slaps Lizzie’s hold off and leaps with her knee towards Lizzie’s face.
Celestial High Knee
youtu.be/a1Z7EtUY2B4
The knee stuns Elizabeth and Estrina makes a dash for the ropes, returning with a Running Cross Body that flatten Cromwell to the ground. The Celestial Stunner picks up her pace and makes another sprint towards the opposite ropes. Cromwell rises just in time to eat a running Dropkick, flattening her into a spread eagle! Estrina stands up immediately and lets out a rallying roar. She peels the English battler off the ground into a front chancery and drags her near the corner. She then slides a hand between Cromwell's legs and scoops her up before driving her headfirst into the mat!
Michinoku Driver
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mrkRmkc_3HU
The Brit flattens once more, in an optimal position for Estrina to deal the finishing blow. She moves to the corner and slaps the padding on the turnbuckle before pointing to the rafters, signaling for her new finisher she debuted against Claudia in her last match, dubbed the "Solar Flare".
She rakes her sweat-matted hair backwards and ties it into a ponytail before carefully ascending the ringpost while the cameras in the crowd flash. The crowd admires her balance as she slowly rises upright from a squat position, raises both arms in mid-air like a gymnast ready to start her routine. One deep breath and off into the air she flies, making a cartwheel in mid-air as hundreds of cameras flash once more!
Solar Flare
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gwXsmfdMY6c
BAM!
Elizabeth rolls out of the way and Estrina's Solar Flare finds nobody home! Estrina writhes in pain, clutching her stomach with both arms. Seizing the opportunity, the devious Cromwell grins as she rolls Estrina flat for the cover!
ONE...
TWO…
THRE..NO..BREAK!
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Lizzie screams at the ref before realizing Estrina's hand is curling around the bottom rope.
Cromwell slaps the mat in frustration then slaps the midriff of Starfire, the impact echoing through the front rows. Lizzie rises to her feet, dragging Estrina away from the protective strands as she does and delivers more emphatic blows to the reddening tummy of the native of Singpaore with some raised knees to her navel.
With Estrina bent and gasping for air, Elizabeth snatches Starfire in a front face lock and bullies her foe to the nearest corner, Cromwell planting her back to the buckles and dragging Estrina up to the middle ropes with the headlock. With both women standing on the cables, Lizzie pointed inwards and Estrina out, Cromwell grabs a handful of her foe’s garb on her hip and leaps off her perch, forcing Starfire to do the same.
As the BSP lays out, taking some abuse of her own, she gives more than receives to the Asian grappler, PLANTING Estrina’s face and chest into the canvas with an Avalanche DDT.
Avalanche DDT (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hu1rWbS7dxU )
A wincing Cromwell rises next to her splayed rival.
“Let’s see you get up from that,” she chuckles.
The freckled warrior throws her body across Estrina’s chest in a lateral press, looking out on the crowd with a beaming smile as she mouths the numbers along with the ref’s slaps of the mat for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOO!
The stubborn Singaporean nudges a shoulder off the canvas with the official’s hand an inch from the mat and Cromwell’s dark eyes go wide as she hovers over Starfire on all fours in complete disbelief. Anger starts to take over shock as Lizzie’s overriding emotion and, as she moves to her haunches next to the splayed Starfire, she drags a thumb across her throat, signaling the end for Estrina.
Elizabeth yanks what’s left of the Asian to rubbery legs and wraps her foe’s head and neck in a front facelock while throwing Estrina’s limp left arm over her trapezius. She backhands a wrapping arm around Estrina’s tummy, ready to vault her into the air and drop Starfire on her skull with a Prep School Expulsion.
Prep School Expulsion (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ttqciIH5dA )
But as Estrina heads up, she adds a little extra ‘ooomph’ to the lift and flies over Cromwell’s shoulder before she can be expelled. Slipping in from the side, Estrina wraps her arms around the side of a startled Lizzie’s abdomen and LAUNCHES the auburn-haired Brit up and over her shoulder, depositing her roughly to the deck with a backdrop suplex.
Backdrop Suplex (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zxLBr2iqzfs )
Elizabeth’s body SLAMS into the deck with incredible force and she slops to her chest, an arm around the back of her throbbing noggin. A sweat-drenched Estrina sits next to the aching Cromwell, gathering her breath and wits. She glances over her shoulder, seeing that Lizzie has some persistence as well, the Englishwoman pushing up to all fours.
Beating the Brit to her feet, Estrina closes from behind. She grabs Cromwell around the waist when Lizzie is standing and spins through a roll-up takedown, Elizabeth ending on her shoulders, ass pointed to the ceiling between Estrina’s extended legs.
It quickly becomes plain Estrina’s not going for a pin when she pushes Cromwell to the side slightly so she can get to a crossface grip around Elizabeth’s noggin. Once acquired, Starfire yanks Lizzie into a scissors, tugging her head closer to increase the pressure and secure her
Stellar Pain.
Stellar Pain (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W7pdQ1I-XvE ) @ 1:07
Estrina wrenches on the head and neck of the captured Cromwell while bending her arms back with the rising location of the scissors. Once fastened, it takes but a half-dozen seconds for the Boarding School Princess to determine she can take no more and, although her locked arms don’t allow her to tap anything solid, their insistent frantic waving sends the message loud and clear.
The official leaps to his feet and calls for the bell, the sound slowly sinking into Estrina’s consciousness as she releases the yelping Cromwell just before the ref is ready to break things up.
Victor and vanquished roll in different directions. And while Elizabeth stays down in a crumpled heap, Starfire pops to vertical and celebrates with the roaring crowd, getting especially excited when the ring announcer makes things official.
“Your winner by submission, Estrina Starfire.”
A grimacing Cromwell sits up and rubs at her neck with one hand while slapping the canvas with the other. As Estrina mounts a corner to party with the FAWNatics, pointing and clapping at them, Cromwell uses the ropes to pull to her feet. She turns and leans over the ropes, burying her head between her folded arms. She kicks the bottom cable in frustration then spins on a dime and rushes Starfire from behind.
Slipping her head between the raised legs of the Asian, her arms cinch around Starfire’s stems and she pulls the Singaporean out from the corner, elevated on her shoulders. After several backpedals, Cromwell lays out, splattering Estrina with an electric chair drop.
Electric Chair Drop (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FGVucBbJfuc )
As Estrina writhes on the canvas from the impact, a still furious Elizabeth crawls to the winner and stuffs Estrina’s face into a raised armpit, rubbing violently under the rain of boos from the crowd.
Getting her fill of the scrubbing, the loser rises and offers a parting stomp to the chest of Estrina before departing, another exasperating loss in her column but vertical and with a point made.
Mountain song-Joe Satriani
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I-JaSlyelkk
Estrina immediately puts on her red satin cloak and makes her way to the arena entrance upon hearing her entrance music.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Singapore, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in tonight at 53 kilograms! She is the Celestial Stunner… ESTRINA STARFIRE!”
[ESTRINA STARFIRE]
The arena dims with a single spotlight shining brightly on the curtain revealing a familiar silhouette behind the curtains. A cannonade of pyrotechnic fires off into the air and the crowd cheers as Estrina walks out of the dispersing smoke, greeting her fans with her radiant smile. She jovially slaps the hands of her welcoming fans as she marches down the ramp, inevitably opening up her cloak to reveal the front of her newly made-to-order ring gear.
Skimpy as before, except, more elaborate, she wears a gold-lined red polyester high leg hole one piece with a plunging neckline exposing her side cleavage down to her navel. The clothing covering her breasts is fastened with a gold buckle positioned under her breasts. The exposed attire is completed with white kneepads and gold boots.
She slowly ascends the ring steps and walks along the apron, pointing her jaunty fingers to a faraway crowd, acknowledging their presence before entering the ring through the middle rope. Removing her cloak as she ascends the turnbuckle, she stretches the fabric out with her arms in a wide "T" before letting the cloak slides off her back, unveiling her full outfit.
The straps run thinly over her shoulders down to a tanga-style bottom. Every detail of the design down to the choice of fabric was handpicked to cope with her heavy sweating, which makes it difficult to move when the fabric sticks to her skin. And also, to prevent her wardrobe from malfunctioning like her past few matches with Claudia.
She pumps her fist in the air to rally the crowd once more.
"YOU GUYS READY FOR ESCTACY?" Starfire screams.
The crowd replies in unison "YEAHHHH!!!!"
She smiles and winks at the crowd before hopping off the turnbuckle and moves into her corner where she warms up before a uphill match with the former champ.
Her machinations to become Eurasian champion failing in spectacular fashion, ending captured in her stocks by the victorious Lady Waterford, All Hallows’ Evil was straight out of a nightmare for the Boarding School Princess. To her credit, the sound of ‘God Save The Queen’ erupting from the sound system proves she’s ready to bounce back or go down in flames again against the grappler from Singapore.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tN9EC3Gy6Nk )
Realizing Lizzie is on the way, her former fans and the legions still supporting her former bestie, Golden Girl Sammie Sinclair, rise to their feet and give Cromwell the welcome she deserves, a rousing chorus of boos. As Space’s ‘The Female of the Species’ rolls over the top of England’s anthem ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=F1NBpVKWh_c&ob=av2e ), the auburn-haired combatant from the northwest of England strides to center stage, sneering at the jeering masses.
[ELIZABETH CROMWELL]
The freckled fighter lights up the Orlando faithful with a raised middle finger before traipsing down the ramp and aisle, Cromwell back down near the bottom of the ladder after being literally spanked aside by Her Ladyship, and looking irate about it.
Elizabeth’s blue, boy-cut spandex trunks barely reach below the soft curve of her glutes. The initials ‘BSP’ are emblazoned in bold white strokes across her backside. Above is the familiar sports bra, containing a twisting blend of the colors of her UK with a black outline of the British flag on her right breast. Black boots and pads finish the attire.
Cromwell avoids the stretching arms of the FAWNatics, carefully keeping to the middle as the assembled let Lizzie know she’ll definitely not be the fans’ favorite in tonight’s affair. The ring announcer does his best to send his amplified voice above the torrent of boos.
“And her opponent…from Liverpool, England, standing five feet five inches tall and weighing in at 54 and half kilos, the Boarding School Princess, Elizabeth Cromwell.”
The Englishwoman walks slowly up the ring steps, slides through the ropes, and moves to the center of the squared circle, staring down Starfire. Cromwell, microphone already in hand, lifts it to parted lips. The crowd tries to cut her off, raising its volume all the higher, chanting,
“FEE-OWNAH OWNED YA.” Clap-clap. Clap-clap-clap. “FEE-OWNAH OWNED YA.” Clap-clap. Clap-clap-clap.
Elizabeth, taken aback and furious, opens her mouth to respond, but the chants only grow in strength and stop her in her audible tracks. The auburn-haired grappler covers her ears instead, finally shouting at the crowd to stop. But when they don’t, she gives up on whatever speechifying she might have had in mind.
Lizzie tosses the microphone aside, the stick landing with a ga-lunk on the canvas and the FAWNatics roar with delight over their ‘victory’. Cromwell heads for her corner as the ref collects and dispenses with the amplifier. There, the Brit turns and waits for the bell and the opportunity to find some sort of redemption toward the bottom of the card.
DING!
The fight bell clangs signaling for the match to start. The two battlers move out of their corner and circle quickly about the centre of the ring before slowly closing in on each other. Arms up, ready to fight, the Brit and the Asian lunge at each other for a collar-and-elbow lock up!
Evenly-sized, the two lightweights push each other back-and-forth with no outcome. With the crowd wholly against the Boarding School Princess, it is not long before the crowd begin chanting “ESTRINA!”, going behind the babyface to beat the snobbish Brit. The Celestial Stunner lets out a gutsy roar and pushes Lizzie all the way into the ropes, prompting the ref to count “1…2…3…”
Estrina releases at the count of 4 and gently taps the side of Elizabeth’s cheek.
“Sorry girl, looks like you are eating another loss tonight…” Estrina smirks before slowly backing off, gesturing at Elizabeth to “bring it”.
Embarrassed and annoyed, the Brit moves back to the center and starts “dancing off” with her opponent. The ring trembles the moment they lock horns and, drawing strength from anger, Cromwell quickly pushes Estrina into the ropes in retaliation. This time, Lizzie’s arm goes under the top rope and yanks Estrina’s hair from behind!
“AAAAAHHHHH!” Estrina yelps as her hair is being tugged.
“History is going to repeat itself today Estrina! Singapore is going to come under Britain’s possession again! In other words, I will own you!” the Boarding School Princess snarls as the ref counts.
Lizzie promptly releases at the count of 4 and swats her hand on her butt, removing the strands of hair from Estrina’s head before giving her the same gesture to “bring it” with a smirk on her face.
Furious, Estrina charges towards Elizabeth and gets caught in yet another collar-and-elbow lock up. What ensues is a rapid sequence of locks and counters with Estrina throwing Elizabeth to the ground with a headlock. Estrina briefly maintains control until Elizabeth squirms her head out of the hold and simultaneously grabs Estrina by the arm, twisting it behind in a hammerlock. Before she can take full control, Estrina nimbly reverses the Hammerlock into her own, getting in a few torques before shoving her foe away with a large slap on her back.
Wasting no time, Estrina quickly unleashes Forearm Smashes to overwhelm the Brit, sending her backwards with each blow until Elizabeth meets the ropes where she whips Elizabeth across the ring. With great agility, Estrina quickly moves to the middle of the ring, jumps high in the air and lands a big Dropkick to Cromwell’s face. Lizzie lands on her back with a THUD and Estrina quickly moves in and hooks her far leg for the cover!
ONE!
Still fresh, Elizabeth kicks out at one, rolling onto her side. “Get up!” Estrina demands as she picks the Brit snob off the mat, and tucks her head under her armpit, setting her up for a series of Snap Suplexes.
Snap Suplexes
youtu.be/58MDIALxFwY
The red-clad battler hauls her over and slams her back first into the mat. Holding on, her legs raise and flare in a circular motion, rolling herself and Lizzie onto their knees before throwing her twice and thrice before releasing. Lizzie’s hand clutches onto the small of her lower back in pain as she ricochets off the mat into a seated position. The Celestial Stunner shoves her body back onto the mat for another cover!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Satisfied her attacks are working and wearing the former Lightweight champ down, the Awesome Asian continues to keep the pressure on. She picks her dazed opponent up and whips her into the corner, setting her up for the Meteora.
Estrina backs up into the opposite corner and locks her sight on Lizzie before taking off at full throttle. Sensing the impending attack, Cromwell snappily drops herself to the mat and rolls out of the ring, bringing The Celestial Stunner's fiery momentum to a halt. Palms on her knees, the Englishwoman remains at ringside to catch her much needed breather while the ref starts counting her out. Meanwhile, the crowd jeers at her cowardly actions, not knowing she is actually making use of the opportunity to iritate the Asian battler, a surefire way for Estrina to slip up.
The ref counts up to 6 as Cromwell paces along the ringside casually. Her tactics work. Estrina is clearly frustrated by her foe’s dilly-dallying and tries to join her at the ringside but the refs keeps her back. The Brit climbs up on the ring apron at the count of "8" but refuses to enter the ring.
"Yea Nick! Keep that sweaty Asian bitch away from me!" Elizabeth scorns, mocking Estrina's already sweat-slicked body.
"What did you just say?!" Estrina snarls.
"Working up such a sweat when we are 5 minutes into the match. Look at yourself, you are disgusting!" Elizabeth continues to pick on Starfire's nerves.
Furious, Estrina recklessly charges toward the Brit snob when Lizzie intelligently grabs hold of her foe’s head and drops back to the floor, slamming Starfire’s throat into the ropes!
A beaming Elizabeth points at her temple having proven herself the ring genius she is. Estrina turns and staggers to the far side of the ring, rubbing at her throat and gasping for air. This gives Cromwell all the room she needs to slide back in and pop to her feet. The auburn-haired grappler points at her opponent.
“This is supposed to be competition?”
Cromwell tracks down Starfire, snatching her foe’s ebony locks from behind with her left hand and delivering a forearm blast with her right. Estrina lurches forward, landing on her knees in front of the ropes. Quick to respond, Lizzie draws up her right shin and leans it into the back of the Asian’s neck, pressing her foe’s throat down atop the rubber-coated steel of the middle cable.
Estrina’s face turns rosy as Cromwell tries to choke the fight out of her. Starfire’s arms flail wildly while Elizabeth continues to lean all her bodyweight into the effort and collapse Estrina’s windpipe.
“Let her off the ropes, Cromwell,” Nick insists. But it’s not until the man starts his count does the Boarding School Princess take him seriously. She finally backs off at four, raising her hands high in innocence as the crowd levels another round of boos in her direction.
“Get off my back, you losers,” the Liverpool native complains. “If I have to fight this grabage, I’m going to have some fun.”
With Starfire still choking but pushing to vertical, Elizabeth charges in from behind and throws a nasty chop block to the pit of Estrina’s left knee. Starfire howls as she genuflects, grasping at the aching joint.
“Let’s get you away from these bothersome ropes,” Cromwell purrs while pulling Estrina back to her feet and clear of the cables with a handful of the Singaporean’s ebony mane.
“It’s time to teach you to stay in your lane, luv.”
Elizabeth rears back her right hand and paintbrushes Estrina’s cheek with an echoing open hand, the slap spinning Starfire’s head with its force. The anger on the Asian’s face is clear when her gaze returns and Lizzie gulps, backing off a step and holding up a plaintive hand, knowing she might have riled her foe.
The Asian takes a step toward Lizzie only to meet a lightning toe kick to the tummy from the Englishwoman, stopping Estrina in her tracks and doubling her at the waist. Grabbing the raven locks of her foe with both hands, Cromwell leaps into the air, extending both legs, and drops to the canvas, dragging Starfire with her. The BSP PLANTS Estrina’s face into the canvas with a sit-out facebuster, the impact of which sends the dazed Asian barrel rolling to her back in a spreadeagle.
Sit-out facebuster (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sll-3Pm7RqM )
Elizabeth climbs aboard instantly in a lateral press. She hooks Starfire’s far leg for good measure to pick up the…
ONE…
TWO…
Estrina kicks free of Lizzie’s grasp, ending on her side, while the bratty Brit gives Castle the evil eye. No words are necessary to show her disappointment, but Cromwell mutters “moron” over her breath so the ref doesn’t have to guess her feelings on the call.
“I’m betting you want to get back to the ropes about now, eh?” Lizzie asks Starfire, pulling Estrina up with her as she rises. “Let’s see what we can do about that.”
Cromwell bullies the Asian grappler to the steel cables and forces her face down across the top strand. There, Elizabeth proceeds to take Estrina on her signature Saturday Evening Constitutional, raking her foe’s peepers against the abrasive cable all the way to the corner. Once there, Elizabeth’s digits, already sunk into Estrina’s scalp, pull her foe’s head far back and the freckled warrior SLAMS Estrina’s face into the top buckle not once, but two AND THEN three times.
“Are we ready for our next little walk?” Lizzie says sweetly.
Again, Cromwell forces Estrina’s eyes down against the top rope, but before the BSP can drag her foe to the next corner, Starfire throws a blind elbow behind her. It craaacks into Lizzie’s jaw, setting Starfire loose and Cromwell stumbling back several steps before the Brit can fully regain her balance.
As Estrina furiously rubs at her watering eyes, trying to bring them back to full working order, a livid Cromwell charges the Asian. Though it’s not clear how much she can see, Estrina grabs the top rope and leeeans back, pulling it down as she does. The maneuver also moves her out of Elizabeth’s line of fire and the redhead races past, flipping over the lowered top cable and out. Cromwell bangs against the apron before collapsing to the thinly padded cement floor.
Grimacing, Lizzie uses the edge of the apron to pull her way up to her knees. The Scouser peeks over the edge only to find Estrina racing toward her, dropping into a baseball slide, and thumping both boot soles into her face. Cromwell, knocked on her ass, back somersaults to a clanking stop against the steel barricade. Seated, Lizzie massages her jaw, making sure all her teeth are in place with a roll of her tongue.
“You are so…”
Cromwell cuts off her own words when she realizes Estrina’s leaving the ring to collect her. The redhead scurries to her feet, but it’s only in time for Starfire to grab her by a wrist and shoulder and heave her toward the ring. Cromwell turns into the collision with the apron’s edge and it’s not a pleasant one, her backbone dissected. Lizzie arches in agony, bleating at the ref to control her crazed attacker.
Nick shrugs and continues his count until the Asian combatant snatches and spins Cromwell then stuffs her back in the squared circle under the bottom rope. Lizzie is up to all fours and crawling away as fast as her palms and knees can carry her. It’s not fast enough as a reentered Starfire catches up at mid-ring and leaps above the Boarding School Princess dropping her right leg across the back of Cromwell’s neck, flattening the Englishwoman to the canvas face first.
Spinning to her knees next to Cromwell, Estrina collects the redhead’s left arm at the wrist and secures a hammerlock with one hand while pushing to a handstand with the other. The pendulum of her body swings back down and Starfire DRILLS a knee into the captured bent limb of the Brit. Lizzie howls in pain, trying to pull her throbbing arm free of Starfire but unable.
Still in possession of the limb, Estrina somersaults across Lizzie’s back, ending on the opposite side while Cromwell flips to her back, her limb stretched out in an armbar, Estrina scissoring the limb as well.
Elizabeth flails wildly, panicking. From her reaction, it seems she believes her arm might get ripped from its socket and Castle asks if she wants to quit. Lizzie curses out a screeching ‘NO’ and is able to roll toward her possessed limb enough to lace her fingers, relieving much of the stress on her nearly hyperextended elbow. Rolling another half-turn, she stacks the Asian aggressor up on her shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Estrina releases her submission maneuver to get her shoulders off the canvas then hops to her feet to watch a wincing Lizzie cradle her aching left arm close.
Despite spending only a year in FAWN, Starfire’s no rookie by any chance. The Celestial Stunner quickly lunges towards her foe and regains possession of her left arm, wrenching it over her head and dragging her foe back into the center of the ring as the Brit desperately tries to grab the ropes. Starfire then begins to dismantle the left arm, throwing elbow strikes and uppercuts to Cromwell’s elbow joint, drawing grunts and shrieks with each unforgiving blow. After four, maybe five blows, the Asian battler quickly folds Cromwell’s left arm into a hammerlock, keeping it in place with her right shoulder.
“No. No!” Elizabeth pleads.
Estrina, with a hand supporting Cromwell’s hip and the other around her waist, hauls her over in a Back Suplex!
Hammerlock Back Suplex
www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1phJlgdiw4
THUD! Elizabeth lands with her left arm bearing the full weight of her body and lets out a screeching yowl as she rolls onto her right side and clutches her elbow joint. Starfire immediately pulls her back onto the mat for the cover.
ONE...
TWO…
The BSP kicks out before the three count and rolls onto her side, still clutching the injured elbow.
“Good! I ain’t done with you yet!” Starfire snarls as she places Cromwell’s head in a vice grip and peels her off the mat. With Elizabeth barely standing, her left arm weakened, Starfire rakes her hair backwards and balls her fist.
“Yahhhhh” Estrina lets out a rallying cry and slams her fists into the shiny forehead of the BSP, knocking her several feet backwards. The Asian continues to attack relentlessly, punching and elbowing her in the head all the way to the ropes before whipping her to the opposite end. Estrina trails behind closely while the Brit bounces off the opposite ropes.
Cromwell stretches her right arm outwards in an attempt to stop her fast-paced opponent with a clothesline but Estrina continues to ride the momentum. She ducks beneath Cromwell’s arm, bounces off the exact spot where Elizabeth came from and delivers a running Dropkick into the muzzle of the BSP, knocking her off her feet.
Eyes watering, Cromwell clutches her nose to check if it is still in place. She crawls to the corner with her hand over her nose and climbs toward vertical with the help of the corner while Estrina stalks from behind, projecting her route of attack.
“Come on Lizzie!” Estrina shouts across the ring demanding her foe to rise.
As soon as Cromwell reaches her feet with the help of the corner, the fiery Asian sprints toward her at top speed, leaps into the air, and smashes Cromwell’s chest with both knees!
Meteora
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iRvy3Y8YcIc
The Englishwoman slumps forwards, barely standing, with one arm holding onto the top rope. The Celestial Stunner is unstoppable. She quickly tucks the English grappler into a headlock and drags her out of the corner at high speed before landing a brain-rattling bulldog!
Bulldog
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fyqK4LyU3f0
Estrina quickly gets to her feet while her foe struggles sluggishly onto all fours.
“ARE YOU GUYS READY TO TAKE THINGS HIGHER?” Estrina rallies the crowd with her finger in the air, to which the FAWNatics responded with a resounding “YES!”.
Starfire moves out of the ring and quickly ascends to the top rope while Cromwell struggles onto her feet. Crouching on the top rope, she slowly stands vertical, letting the crowd admire her balance. As Cromwell turns around, the Celestial Stunner takes herself to the sky with a Diving Cross Body....
BOOM!
The witty Cromwell manages to land a Dropkick into the mid-section of the Asian Battler right before the Cross Body connects, granting her a much needed break from Starfire’s relentless attacks. Unfortunately for the Brit, she lands on her left elbow, causing pain to sear through her arm as she rolls about the mat. Meanwhile, Starfire clutches the right side of her ribs with a grimace on her face as she slowly makes her way to the rope for a little breather.
Her momentum is slowed tremendously, but Estrina ‘s not willing to let her foe gain any advantage. She moves over to a kneeling Lizzie and repeatedly smashes her forearm into Lizzie’s face until the BSP manages to throw a fist straight into Estrina’s ribs. Estrina doubles over with both hands clutching her right side, allowing Lizzie a little room to stand. It doesn't take long for Cromwell to realize Estrina's bruised ribs and quickly capitalize on it. Estrina tries to maintain control, throwing strikes into Cromwell's face but any attempt to regain momentum is stopped with a piercing knee strike to her ribs.
“OMMPF” Estrina grunts as she doubles over in pain. Cromwell grabs a handful of Estrina's raven locks and coos into her ear, "I'm going to soften you up real good."
Elizabeth positions Estrina in a Three-Quarter Facelock and throws her over the shoulder with a Snapmare, hiding the illegal hairpull from the ref as she plants Estrina into a seated position.
Snapmare
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrQ799X_xH0
Elizabeth immediately folds her foe's right leg over her left, keeping it in place with her own left leg. She then loops her left arm over Estrina's right arm and YAAAANNNNKKKS it upwards, causing Estrina to shriek like a banshee!
Ground Abdominal Stretch
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wt12Z0ACoaU
"I've heard it is hard to draw a submission out of you. Let's see how well you fare today." Elizabeth teases before increasing the pressure even further!
Legs trapped, Estrina has no free limbs to move! There's nothing she can do except to wait for Elizabeth to slip up!
"You give?" Nick asks.
Estrina shakes her head, ebony locks flying. Starfire howls in pain when the Liverpool native adds a claw into the Asian’s midriff, upping the anguish from the maneuver.
“I believe what you meant to say was…YES!” Elizabeth shouts.
A head shake from the Singapore native again shows Estrina’s unwillingness to let this match go and the ref waves his arms, signifying the freckled Brit hasn’t won anything yet. Becoming more frustrated by the second, Cromwell turns her claw into a wicked slap to Starfire’s tummy, punishing Estrina for her stubbornness. Deciding, she can’t convince her to quit, Cromwell releases her ab stretch and rises behind the seated Starfire.
Elizabeth sinks both sets of nails into the scalp beneath the dark locks of her foe and rips upwards, drawing Estrina off the deck long enough to SLAM her back down by the hair.
Hairpull Mat Slam (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7NM1qOUILA )
Elizabeth tosses some removed strands of Estrina’s locks into the air like confetti, watching gleefully as it floats back toward the canvas.
“Bytch,” Lizzie crows. “You don’t know how much Sammie’s been holding me back. But you and she will find out.”
As the Asian rolls to her chest and pushes to all fours, Cromwell disdainfully pie-faces the top of Starfire’s head, pushing for embarrassment’s sake more than any real advantage. When Starfire finally makes her feet, Lizzie snags her foe’s mane one more time and RIPS Estrina off her feet, forcing the Asian’s spinal column down on bended knee as the Brit genuflects behind her.
Hairpull backbreaker (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7NM1qOUILA )
Jamming her knee into Estrina’s backbone with the hairpull backbreaker, the redhead watches as Starfire flops off her kneecap and ends on her back from the force of the impact. Immediately, the moment presents itself for a win. Cromwell dives on the flattened form of the Asian, covering in a lateral press and hooking a leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The rookie throws a shoulder up, spoiling the impending celebration of the Boarding School Princess. A flustered Elizabeth runs her fingers through her own locks this time, sweeping them back then shaking her head as she kneels on her haunches next to Starfire.
Lizzie rises next to the reeling Asian and stomps her foe in the ribs, convincing Estrina to roll to her chest. Once there, Cromwell plucks her foe’s legs up at the ankles then steps onto her hamstrings. After locking Starfire’s lower legs around her shins, the Brit reaches and captures her foe’s arms at the wrists, slowly slipping them down to the Asian’s elbows. With Estrina already mewling in pain, Lizzie leans and rolls to her back, vaulting the captured Starfire into the air above her in an agonizing Romero Hold.
Romero Hold (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Im9jMT3zdcE&context=C369209dADOEgsToPDskJ-hSZtVZbgNOpmVdUvq1nR )
“Give it up,” Elizabeth demands, testing the limits of each of the Asian’s limbs. “I’ll keep you up there all day if I have to.”
Cromwell has to make sure her own shoulders don’t press against the canvas, but otherwise Estrina is at her command, yelping, with no way out of the predicament. Elizabeth only increases the pressure when she transfers her handholds, to a wrapped arm around Starfire’s neck. She adds a delving nerve pinch into the supple flesh of the Singaporean. Her signature Liverpool Neck Massage fully engaged, the BSP is nothing less than demanding Estrina quit. While Starfire’s moaning in pain, the ref can’t convince her to take the easy way out.
Slowly, Lizzie’s legs start to quake from the pressure of keeping Estrina suspended above and Cromwell has to give up her gambit, toss Estrina aside. The freckled grappler rolls in the opposite direction and climbs wearily to vertical. Her own limbs aching from the strain of the submission, she shakes them out. Hurting, Elizabeth knows, several feet away, the Asian can only be in worse shape.
The auburn-haired fighter forces her way forward, closing the gap to a now kneeling Starfire. Lizzie sinks her left set of nails into Estrina’s locks and both of Starfire’s palms instantly shoot to her foe’s wrist. Sweeping her body beneath the extended arm, the Asian makes it to her boot soles with the arm in tow. She gives it a ragged whiplash of a shake with both hands and Elizabeth cries out in pain, the injury from earlier not fully recovered. Another whip of the limb sends Lizzie to pained tiptoes, baby browns welling as the elbow and shoulder joints in her left arm are being hyperextended.
Estrina stretches out the limb as far as she can then lifts a leg, tucking it into Elizabeth’s arm pit. The rookie drops to the canvas and, when she hits, the boot is thrust violently into the underside of Cromwell’s shoulder. Elizabeth howls in anguish from the attack. She’s able to tug the limb away from Starfire’s clutches but can only cradle it close as she staggers away from her opponent. Putting distance between herself and Estrina, the self-proclaimed Best Brit huddles in the farthest corner, the aching arm turned away from the inside of the ring. Lizzie curses and whimpers as she tries to work the limb into something approximating working order while Estrina stalks the cornered Englishwoman.
The Brit catches a flash out of the corner of her eye and it’s the charging Starfire. Estrina leaps from a few feet out and buries Lizzie in an avalanche of Asian. Estrina SPLASHES atop the cornered rat, CRUSHING Cromwell to the great delight of the legions of Sammie’s fans in the audience. Grabbing the scruff of Lizzie’s neck as she steps slightly to the side, Estrina tosses the Scouser by, then attacks from behind, sending a kick into the back of Elizabeth’s left knee that knocks Cromwell down to both.
Grabbing both wrists from Lizzie’s six and pulling them back, Estrina thrusts her right knee between the auburn-haired grappler’s shoulderblades and drives in with the bony joint, thrusting Cromwell’s chest forward as Starfire bends the BSP’s spine in an unpleasant arch.
“Ask her,” Estrina demands, the words short and sweet.
When Cromwell bleats out a yipping “Hell, no”, Estrina forces Lizzie’s arms, already tight and extended behind her, toward each other, testing the very limit of both shoulder joints.
Elizabeth cries out in pain, Estrina working the unique submission like a veteran, expending little energy while getting maximum agony from Lizzie.
The Singaporean continues to add pressure on the shoulder joints of the Englishwoman fans cheer her on.
"Give it up! Cromwell!" Estrina demands.
"UURRRGHHHH!!!!! NO!!!!!" The British native screams at the top of her lungs as legions of Sammie's fans continues to cheer in favor of the rookie.
"FINE!" Estrina replies and lets go of the hold before delivering a hard spinning heel kick to the back of Cromwell's head, sending her flat to the mat. Estrina rolls her foe’s lifeless body over and hook the far leg for the cover!
ONE...
TWO...
THREEENOOOOOO!
Cromwell kicks out of a very close fall! Estrina kneels beside her foe, hands on her hips with a sour taste in her mouth. Estrina rakes her sweat-matted hair backwards as she picks Cromwell up by her auburn locks. Once standing, the red-clad battler wearily drives her forearm into the freckled-faced wrestler but surprisingly, Cromwell comes back to life and respond with a forearm of her own. The two continues to exchange blows as the crowd cheers or boos after each.
Soon, the Asian is able to land successive forearm strikes that daze Cromwell momentarily. She lets out a rallying cry and swings her right leg towards Cromwell's head but Lizzie narrowly ducks the heavy strike, immediately nailing Starfire into the mat with a decapitating clothesline! Cromwell immediately collapses beside her downed opponent.
Lizzie sluggishly crawls using her elbows and sloppily lays her right hand over Estrina for the count.
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TWO…
Estrina kicks out at the count of two! The frustrated Brit grabs a handful of the Asian’s raven locks with one hand and starts smashing her fist into Estrina’s face with the other, prompting the ref to initiate the count, “1...2...3...4...”
Cromwell stops a second short of being disqualifying and picks her resilient foe up by the hair when Estrina suddenly slaps Lizzie’s hold off and leaps with her knee towards Lizzie’s face.
Celestial High Knee
youtu.be/a1Z7EtUY2B4
The knee stuns Elizabeth and Estrina makes a dash for the ropes, returning with a Running Cross Body that flatten Cromwell to the ground. The Celestial Stunner picks up her pace and makes another sprint towards the opposite ropes. Cromwell rises just in time to eat a running Dropkick, flattening her into a spread eagle! Estrina stands up immediately and lets out a rallying roar. She peels the English battler off the ground into a front chancery and drags her near the corner. She then slides a hand between Cromwell's legs and scoops her up before driving her headfirst into the mat!
Michinoku Driver
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mrkRmkc_3HU
The Brit flattens once more, in an optimal position for Estrina to deal the finishing blow. She moves to the corner and slaps the padding on the turnbuckle before pointing to the rafters, signaling for her new finisher she debuted against Claudia in her last match, dubbed the "Solar Flare".
She rakes her sweat-matted hair backwards and ties it into a ponytail before carefully ascending the ringpost while the cameras in the crowd flash. The crowd admires her balance as she slowly rises upright from a squat position, raises both arms in mid-air like a gymnast ready to start her routine. One deep breath and off into the air she flies, making a cartwheel in mid-air as hundreds of cameras flash once more!
Solar Flare
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gwXsmfdMY6c
BAM!
Elizabeth rolls out of the way and Estrina's Solar Flare finds nobody home! Estrina writhes in pain, clutching her stomach with both arms. Seizing the opportunity, the devious Cromwell grins as she rolls Estrina flat for the cover!
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TWO…
THRE..NO..BREAK!
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Lizzie screams at the ref before realizing Estrina's hand is curling around the bottom rope.
Cromwell slaps the mat in frustration then slaps the midriff of Starfire, the impact echoing through the front rows. Lizzie rises to her feet, dragging Estrina away from the protective strands as she does and delivers more emphatic blows to the reddening tummy of the native of Singpaore with some raised knees to her navel.
With Estrina bent and gasping for air, Elizabeth snatches Starfire in a front face lock and bullies her foe to the nearest corner, Cromwell planting her back to the buckles and dragging Estrina up to the middle ropes with the headlock. With both women standing on the cables, Lizzie pointed inwards and Estrina out, Cromwell grabs a handful of her foe’s garb on her hip and leaps off her perch, forcing Starfire to do the same.
As the BSP lays out, taking some abuse of her own, she gives more than receives to the Asian grappler, PLANTING Estrina’s face and chest into the canvas with an Avalanche DDT.
Avalanche DDT (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hu1rWbS7dxU )
A wincing Cromwell rises next to her splayed rival.
“Let’s see you get up from that,” she chuckles.
The freckled warrior throws her body across Estrina’s chest in a lateral press, looking out on the crowd with a beaming smile as she mouths the numbers along with the ref’s slaps of the mat for the…
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TWO…
THRENOO!
The stubborn Singaporean nudges a shoulder off the canvas with the official’s hand an inch from the mat and Cromwell’s dark eyes go wide as she hovers over Starfire on all fours in complete disbelief. Anger starts to take over shock as Lizzie’s overriding emotion and, as she moves to her haunches next to the splayed Starfire, she drags a thumb across her throat, signaling the end for Estrina.
Elizabeth yanks what’s left of the Asian to rubbery legs and wraps her foe’s head and neck in a front facelock while throwing Estrina’s limp left arm over her trapezius. She backhands a wrapping arm around Estrina’s tummy, ready to vault her into the air and drop Starfire on her skull with a Prep School Expulsion.
Prep School Expulsion (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ttqciIH5dA )
But as Estrina heads up, she adds a little extra ‘ooomph’ to the lift and flies over Cromwell’s shoulder before she can be expelled. Slipping in from the side, Estrina wraps her arms around the side of a startled Lizzie’s abdomen and LAUNCHES the auburn-haired Brit up and over her shoulder, depositing her roughly to the deck with a backdrop suplex.
Backdrop Suplex (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zxLBr2iqzfs )
Elizabeth’s body SLAMS into the deck with incredible force and she slops to her chest, an arm around the back of her throbbing noggin. A sweat-drenched Estrina sits next to the aching Cromwell, gathering her breath and wits. She glances over her shoulder, seeing that Lizzie has some persistence as well, the Englishwoman pushing up to all fours.
Beating the Brit to her feet, Estrina closes from behind. She grabs Cromwell around the waist when Lizzie is standing and spins through a roll-up takedown, Elizabeth ending on her shoulders, ass pointed to the ceiling between Estrina’s extended legs.
It quickly becomes plain Estrina’s not going for a pin when she pushes Cromwell to the side slightly so she can get to a crossface grip around Elizabeth’s noggin. Once acquired, Starfire yanks Lizzie into a scissors, tugging her head closer to increase the pressure and secure her
Stellar Pain.
Stellar Pain (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W7pdQ1I-XvE ) @ 1:07
Estrina wrenches on the head and neck of the captured Cromwell while bending her arms back with the rising location of the scissors. Once fastened, it takes but a half-dozen seconds for the Boarding School Princess to determine she can take no more and, although her locked arms don’t allow her to tap anything solid, their insistent frantic waving sends the message loud and clear.
The official leaps to his feet and calls for the bell, the sound slowly sinking into Estrina’s consciousness as she releases the yelping Cromwell just before the ref is ready to break things up.
Victor and vanquished roll in different directions. And while Elizabeth stays down in a crumpled heap, Starfire pops to vertical and celebrates with the roaring crowd, getting especially excited when the ring announcer makes things official.
“Your winner by submission, Estrina Starfire.”
A grimacing Cromwell sits up and rubs at her neck with one hand while slapping the canvas with the other. As Estrina mounts a corner to party with the FAWNatics, pointing and clapping at them, Cromwell uses the ropes to pull to her feet. She turns and leans over the ropes, burying her head between her folded arms. She kicks the bottom cable in frustration then spins on a dime and rushes Starfire from behind.
Slipping her head between the raised legs of the Asian, her arms cinch around Starfire’s stems and she pulls the Singaporean out from the corner, elevated on her shoulders. After several backpedals, Cromwell lays out, splattering Estrina with an electric chair drop.
Electric Chair Drop (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FGVucBbJfuc )
As Estrina writhes on the canvas from the impact, a still furious Elizabeth crawls to the winner and stuffs Estrina’s face into a raised armpit, rubbing violently under the rain of boos from the crowd.
Getting her fill of the scrubbing, the loser rises and offers a parting stomp to the chest of Estrina before departing, another exasperating loss in her column but vertical and with a point made.