***Night after Spring Break***
The legions of fans cheered as a arm-bandaged Estrina entered the arena, albeit some cat calls. Clad in sleeveless top and cropped jeans, completed with a pair of Nike sneakers, she strode down around the ring to the official’s table. There, she picked up the mic and entered the ring via the steel ring steps.
ESTRINA STARFIRE
She tapped the mic for a sound test but before she could speak, the crowd burst into chants.
ES-TRI-NA!
ES-TRI-NA!
ES-TRI-NA!
She paused and smiled, touched by the support remained strong despite the humiliating loss she suffered. She waited for the crowd to settle and wiped the tears welling up in her eye before placing the mic to her mouth again.
“There are a few things I wish to address today. Firstly, I am very sorry that I was unable to capture the Eurasian title. I know all of you here had faith in me and I am dissapointed in myself that I had dossapoint all you guys...”
Once again, the reactive crowd burst into chants...
IT’S O-KAY!
IT’S O-KAY!
IT’S O-KAY!
“I know that the official’s decision was controversial...”
The crowd riled up once more and broke into...
MERLE SUCKS!
MERLE SUCKS!
MERLE SUCKS!
“Hold on guys...I know you are furious...as much as I hate to admit it, I have lost the match and I respect Merle’s decision to stop the match out of my best interests and I hope you all can too. He did it because he wanted to protect me and my career. In a convuluted way, he also did it so I can continue to entertain you guys!”
The crowd screamed roaring support for the Star without Crown in response, admiring her magnanimity.
“I knew Yoona was a dirty fighter, one of the best in fact. I was unprepared for her tactics. I was naive. And I lost. But I was able to sleep well, knowing that she didn’t walk away from the match unscathed.” Estrina faced the camera and spoke, “If you are watching Yoona, remember this. I did put you down for...” Estrina raised her fingers and gestured as she continued, “one...two...three but you just got lucky.”
Estrina then turned back to face the audience.
“I promise you all. The next title opportunity I get, I will come out on top! I will be raising that belt with pride and honour! I promise you that!”
The audience responded favorably until Estrina cut them off with a “BUT!”
“Before we move on from here... there is one thing I cannot swallow from last night...”
“I can accept how my opponents fight dirty, I can accept that I lost. BUT one thing I cannot stand, is that stinky English Weasel, taking the opportunity to unload on me!”
“Cromwell! I know you are listening somewhere! I know you are still salty over the fact that I have beatened you. But little did I expect you to attack me when I am most vulnerable.”
Estrina paused for awhile before speaking again.
“Maybeeeee. You know you can’t beat me at my best. You know you can never beat me at my best! That’s why you have resorted to such underhanded tactics to get to me!”
“If you want to prove yourself so bad? Why don’t you come out here and fight me? Maybe then you’d have a little respect from the FAWNatics!” Estrina paced around the ring and waited for Cromwell’s presence.
“NOW GET OUT HERE WHEREEVER YOU ARE LIZZIE!” Estrina called out once more.
After a minute of silence, Estrina scoffed.
“Well, I guess that salty little bitch better stay where she is. Or I will make her even saltier when I smother her in my sweaty pits.”
Estrina barely gets the words out of her mouth before a hooded figure leaps over the steel barricade behind the Asian. With Starfire keeping her eyes peeled toward the ramp for the late arrival of the Boarding School Princess, the interloper dives under the bottom rope and pops to her feet. With the audible ruckus rising, Estrina turns to find the source and EATS a superkick to the chin that sends her through a whiplash pirouette.
Estrina’s 360-degree turn ends when the gatecrasher sends a toe kick deep into Starfire’s tummy, doubling over the Singaporean grappler, the microphone dropping to the canvas with a loud CLUNK.
The invader shrugs the covering of her black hoodie off to reveal a shock of auburn locks and the creased smirk of Elizabeth Cromwell. Not exactly surprised by the disclosure, the crowd rains jeers upon the self-proclaimed Best Brit Ever.
Silently, Lizzie sinks her ruby-tipped nails into the ebony locks of Estrina’s lowered head.
“YOU CALLED?” the redhead shouts to the back row.
ELIZABETH CROMWELL
Leaping, Cromwell extends her legs and sits out, dragging the gasping Estrina with her, PLANTING Starfire’s features into the thinly-sheathed plywood between her stems with a facebuster.
Sitout facebuster (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sll-3Pm7RqM )
Elizabeth slowly rolls to the discarded stick and snatches it before rising to her feet. She lords over a dazed Estrina who absently rolls to her back, staring blankly up at the redhead.
“You wanted me. Here I am, bytch,” Elizabeth informs.
Cromwell puts her boot leather to every inch of Estrina she can find, stomping a mudhole out of the Asian beauty.
“Fact is,” Lizzie announces between deep breaths when done, “I can beat you at your best when I’m at my worst. And if I’d been facing Yoona, we all know who’d be champ.”
Cromwell circles the aching Starfire, stomping her back down when Estrina dares make it to all fours.
“And if you want me to prove it to you and all these people, I’m more than happy to oblige.”
The BSP tosses the microphone aside and collects Estrina around the noggin with both hands. Lizzie yanks the wobbly grappler up and slides next to her side, the women shoulder to shoulder, facing forward. The freckled warrior laces her right leg around Estrina’s left then wraps her right arm around the back of Starfire’s neck.
Leaning back with the dazed Singaporean, Cromwell throws her bodyweight forward and forces Estrina along for the ride SPIKING the raven-haired wrestler’s face into the deck with her Silver Spoon Buster.
Silver Spoon Buster (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K9xJHZJyPIQ )
As Estrina spasms to her back, a beaming Elizabeth rips off her hoodie and shows off a Union Jack tanktop to great effect.
“THE BEST,” Cromwell shouts. “EVER.”
She stares at the softly stirring Starfire and when Estrina makes the barest hint she might rise, Cromwell falls upon her like a freckled jackal. She violently tugs the flaccid Estrina to vertical.
Lizzie raises her right arm high and forces Estrina’s face into her pit, rubbing it enthusiastically into her foe’s mug.
Pulling Starfire’s face clear, Estrina sputtering from the pit stop, the redhead pulls her rival into a tight front facelock.
“Book the damn match!” Lizzie shouts, apparently to the powers that be.
Message delivered, she shifts Estrina’s limp left arm over the back of her neck, pushes a palm into the Asian’s midriff, and launches Estrina heels over head, turning the dark-haired grappler as she’s sent skyward. Cromwell lays out and demolishes what’s left of Estrina with her Prep School Expulsion finisher.
Prep School Expulsion
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ttqciIH5dA )
Sitting up next to Estrina’s remains, Lizzie swipes the stick off the canvas and draws it to her lips.
“Proof’s in the pudding, dearheart,” she says with a chuckle before dropping the mic on the softly rolling chest of Starfire.
Elizabeth pushes to her feet and exits the ring under the thunderous boos of the FAWNatics, the battle hers, but the war, no doubt, yet to be decided.
