As soon as Fonesca locked eyes with Hilary, she took off a run. Part way down the ramp, she leaped onto the ramp side barrier, and kept on moving with speed along the barricade, slapping hands as she went. When she got to the corner turn, she made another leap, right onto the corner of the ring and wasn't there for half a second before making another leap, this one to the top of the corner turnbuckle, where she stood, arms raised up in the air, crowd cheering “FO-NES-CA!!! FO-NES-CA!!!”
And the whole time, she kept her eyes locked with Hilary's.
“Prepare to have your evilness wiped out of this ring, Fishy,” said Fonesca, hopping down into the ring, taking a couple steps towards Hilary, fists raised, prepared for anything, “When I'm finished with you, your going to-”
“Oh, shut the hell up,” said Fisher, rolling her eyes as she got in Fonesca's face, “You ain't sayin' nothin' I haven't heard before. Do you REALLY think all your speechifyin' and flippy-dippy shit is 'sposed to impress me?”
“No, just get you close,” said Fonesca, suddenly giving Fisher a shove and then doing a backflip, he left foot catching Fisher right in the chin and cause her to stumble backwards a bit as Lyndsey landed catlike on her feet. More than a little miffed, Fisher charged forwards with her arm outstretched, looking to Clothesline Fonesca who just ducked the arm, turned on a dime, leaped into the air and smashed both her feet into Fisher's back, Dropkicking her into the corner bare chest first.
“Impressed NOW?” asked Lyndsey, grinning, fists up as she waited for Fisher's next move instead of going on the attack. Fisher stayed quiet, turning around as calmly as she could, staring daggers at Fonesca who was now beckoning her forwards with one hand. So Fisher obliged, raising her own hands into the air as she stepped towards Fonesca, the universal sign for a Collar And Elbow Tie-Up. Fonesca looked up at Fisher's hands warily for a few seconds, before starting to raise hers, at which point Fisher landed a hard kick right into her gut, bending her over.
“Not at all, bitch,” said Fisher, snapping a headlock onto Fonesca's cranium and really grinding it into the side of her hip, “Not at aWWWFUCK!!!”
Fisher's expletive was due to not keeping control of Fonesca for too long as the younger brunette swept Fisher's legs out from under her with her free arm, sending the nasty cowgirl to the mat on her back. Then, quick as a wink, she leaped into the air and landed on top of Fisher, driving the point of her elbow right between her breasts, getting a gasp and then a groan from Hilary. And that seemed to be music to Fonesca's ears who quickly got back to her feet, leaped in the air and – this time – landed with a knee on each of Fisher's breasts.
“You know, you really shouldn't leave such nice targets open like this,” said Fonesca, who pulled Fisher up into a seated position, nestled in behind her, and wrapped her legs around Fisher's waist, giving it a good squeeze, “Because they are just BEGGING to be PLAYED with.”
Case in point, Fonesca reached her arms around, beginning to fondle Hilary's breasts, kneading them softly like dough, as she also leaned in against Fisher's ear and started nibbling on it. Fisher, though, wasn't having none of this. As good as she felt, she wasn't going to let this younger bitch get one over on her, so she smashed the side of her head that was being nibbled on right into Fonesca's face. When Lindsey pulled away, Fisher used a hand full of hair to pull her face back for a second headbutt, and a third, until she felt Fonesca's legs loosen. Prying them apart, Fisher held on to Fonesca's ankles as she got to her feet, only to leap in the air herself and land, knees first, right in between Fonesca's legs, the blow getting only a deep throated gasp from Fonesca as she sat up quickly and then slowly fell back down to the mat.
Licking her lips – and still perched knees first on the younger girl's crotch, putting her whole weight into them every few seconds just to see Fonesca squirm – Fonesca reached down to the zipper on the front of Fonesca's corset and slooooowly pulled it down until Fonesca's breasts spilled out, at which point Fisher latched on, mauling her younger opponent's breasts for a good minute before using the hold on Fonesca's breasts to pull her to her feet. Gasping from the pain in her crotch and and Fisher's hands mauling her tits, Fonesca fought through the pain and as soon as she was on her feet she lashed out with a knife edge chop, right into Fisher's throat.
Fisher's hands immediately went to her neck and Fonesca capitalized, kicking her in the gut, wrapping an arm around her head and dropping her with a DDT. Fonesca then kept hold of Fisher's head, as she rolled onto her back and again wrapped her legs around Fisher's waist and giving it several good squeezes before releasing her and rolling to her feet. She grabbed Fisher by the hair, pulled her to her feet, and whipped her into the nearest corner. Fonesca then backed up a little, took off at a run, and leaped into the air when she got close – only for Fisher to move out of the way, Fonesca hitting nothing but turnbuckle. She spun around, holding her chest in pain, stumbling right into a clothesline that sent her flipping 360 degrees in the air before landing with a splat onto the mat.
Fisher kicked Fonesca onto her back, then finished unzipping the corset and ripped it off, tossing it out of the ring, leaving Fonesca in nothing but a tiny black thong. Fisher ripped her back to her feet and held Lyndsey there, bent over, slamming knee after knee into her gut, and after a half dozen knees, she scooped Fonesca's arms up, lifted her up in the air, held her there for a half a minute at least, all the blood flowing down to Fonesca's head before Fisher fell back, driving her head first into the mat with a Double Underhook Brainbuster.
Double Underhook Brainbuster:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qnYuqZbEoXY “Think yer just about donzies, pretty lady,” said Fisher, grinning, leaning down and sliding off Fonesca's thong and slingshotted it out of the, the young beauty now completely nude, “But let's just make sure, why don't we?”
Pulling Fonesca to her feet, Fisher whipped her into the ropes and then clamped her hands together, the set up for her Spinning Double Axe Handle finisher, the Fisher Hook! When Fonesca bounced off the ropes, Fisher started her spin, raising her hands to about head height....
BUT FONESCA DUCKS!! Fisher turns, Fonesca lunges out her leg, SUPERKICK!
BUT NO!! Fisher CATCHES it! And YANKS on it, Lyndsey landing onto the mat doing the splits! Fisher drops down, holds Lyndsey's legs stretched out with her feet, RANCH HAND!! Fisher's WHOLE fist, shoved right inside of Fonesca, and she starts just pumping it, and grabs Lyndsey by the hair, trying to pull her into a smother, but Fonesca – despite the pain and pleasure she was experiencing – fights back, smashing elbow after elbow into Fisher's sides. When Fisher lets go of Fonesca's hair to deal with this, another Fonesca elbow finds it's way smashing up into Fisher's throat! Fisher can do nothing now but gurgle as her fist is slowly pulled out of Fonesca's snatch, and Fonesca pulls her to her feet, grabs onto Fisher's wrists, places her foot against Fisher's throat, and FALLS BACK!! Fisher, spasming, falls back to the mat, clutching her throat, unable to do much else as Fonesca crawls towards her and peels her jean shorts down and off, revealing her hairy pussy.
Grinning, Fonesca pulls Fisher up, slips a tongue down her throat, while her other hand finger walks it's way down to Fisher's pussy, two fingers slipping in – Lyndsey's signature, the Angel's Kiss, locked in! And Fisher can't do much else but melt, as she's worked expertly by the multiple time Seductress champion, Lyndsey's free hand going back to the work it had done earlier kneading Hilary's breasts. Within a minute and a half, though, Fisher's body gives up, shivering in delight, as Fonesca feels the cowgirl's juices flowing out of her like a river.
“Hilary Fisher HAS BEEEEEN ELIMINATED!!!”
Getting up off of Fisher, Fonesca sucks the juices off her fingers as she kicks Hilary out of the ring and, sweating and breathing heavily, she awaits her next opponent. And then, “Rock And Roll” by: Lil' Kim hits and – clad in tight leather shorts and a bikini top with the “Stratusfaction” logo on it – a familiarly gorgeous blonde steps out from behind the entrance curtains.
“She is the self proclaimed Best In The World – and an EIGHT TIME Seductress Title Holder – TRIIIIIIIIISH STRAAAAAAAATUS!!!”
(For the record... when Trish's name came up thanks to Random.org, I just kept going, "HOLY FUCK!!! HOLY FUCK!!! HOLY FUCK!!!" for several minutes straight. Would love to hear what reaction you all had to this.
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