Storm Macintosh vs Lillian Byrne

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Frustrated at having lost the test of strength, Storm was looking forward to the consolation prize of painfully driving Lillian into the mat. The heavyweight angled her body to make sure as much force went into the fall as possible.

Both women hit the canvas with a grunting thud. Jarring as it was for Storm, she was confident that Lillian, squashed beneath her, got it worse.

Unfortunately for her, that confidence was misplaced.

She felt Lillian immediately push back in the squirming tangle, with a foot planted on Storm’s chest. With dismay, Storm realised that keeping Lilllan down was going to be hard, hard work.

Before the Scot could react, her opponent had pushed up with powerful legs, driving Storm upwards and toppling Storm away. It wasn’t a high-energy flip, but it was still disorienting for Storm, as the push sent her up and over Lillian’s head, before gravity pulled her back down to the mat with a crash.

“NGHH!!” Storm growled as she was sent sprawling towards the corner. She balled her fist and thumped the floor in frustration at being unable to stay on top, before shaking her head and trying to stagger back to her feet.

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Storm was gritty. Lillian didn’t need anything other than the big Scotswoman’s personality to make such an assessment, but she was getting a fair bit more of that grit now that the match was underway, with the bigger woman refusing to let Lillian bully her backwards, opting to bring this scuffle to the ground. The two collided with the mat, and Storm, having turned them on the way down, was quick to try and wrestle Lillian into a controllable position. Lillian, in return, would muscle Storm up enough to get a foot underneath the bigger woman and against her stomach, and with a mighty push of her leg, send her flying overhead, flipping Storm clear off of her and dropping her on the mat.

The former champion gave a low grunt as she rolled herself over and began to push back up to her hands and knees, casting her gaze over at her opponent for a moment. Storm wasn’t gonna be down for long. In fact, she seemed like she was rising just as fast as Lillian was. And so, the brunette would push herself up as fast as she could, and before she was even fully upright, would stomp her feet on the mat and suddenly kick off into a run, headed right at her foe!

“HAAAH!” Lillian unleashed a hellacious cry as she barreled towards the bigger wrestler, closing the distance as quickly as she could, upper body lowered down to leave her shoulders headed straight for Storm. It would be no secret to anyone what she was looking for, and Storm herself would likely be well aware, but that wasn’t going to stop her. Lillian would charge dead ahead, and if Storm didn’t have any answer, would lunge at her and slam a shoulder into Storm’s stomach, aiming to deliver a spear that seemed designed to break the heavyweight clean in half, should it connect!

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It had been an annoying start for Storm, the Scot having been keen to follow up her statement of intent by putting the hurt on Lillian, but it wasn’t to be. Finding herself flipped onto her back was frustrating, but the brunette was all the more determined to make her mark.

Gritting her teeth, she focused on forcing herself up to her feet as quickly as possible. This was a mistake. If the disoriented heel had paid any attention to the cheering crowd, she would have realised a charging Lillian was head straight towards her. A fact which Storm found out far, far too late.

Storm only saw a blur as she turned to face her opponent. Lillian was going all out, and the force with which her charging shoulder speared into Storm’s stomach was BRUTAL.

She gave a spluttering gasp at the heavy impact. It drove her backwards a few steps, where her spine slammed into the turnbuckle.

“NGGHHH!!” Storm grimaced, gripped with sickening pain as she was squashed between the ring post and her opponent. Winded, she would have lost her footing entirely were it not for the adjacent ropes, which she grabbed to hold herself upright.

The air had been forced from her lungs, and she couldn’t make much noise. She hung in the corner, rasping, desperately trying to recover from the first real blow of the match.

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With Storm and Lillian both plucking themselves up off of the ground, the former champion had managed to get up fast enough that she was able to lower a shoulder and charge headlong towards her opponent, with Storm unable to react in time. The resulting collission was a sickeningly powerful impact as Lillian's body slammed directly into Storm's abdomen, sending the heavyweight reeling backwards as she let out a ragged gasp, before she would slam into the turnbuckle behind her, bringing both of them to a stop. Lillian, shoulder buried up tight against Storm's stomach, would eventually withdraw herself once she felt them come to a stop, slowly pulling away and leaving Storm doubled over against the buckles behind her. Of course, Lillian wasn't going to leave the heavyweight there, as she would wrap an arm around Storm's head, getting the heavyweight into a front facelock before pulling her out of the corner.

"C'mere!" Lillian would keep her arm tight around Storm's head, looking to walk the bigger woman out of the corner and to the center of the ring, before stopping there, and grabbing hold of Storm's arm. Lillian would yank it up and place it around her own shoulders, before reaching down and grabbing Storm's waistband, getting a handful of her opponent's bottoms as she established a grip.

And then, with one mighty heave...

"Nnngh!" Lillian would give a loud grunt as she yanked hard, hoisting the heavyweight up off of the canvas and into the air, holding Storm completely upside down in her arms, with Lillian stopping and simply holding Storm like that! For a few long seconds, the brunette would show off her monstrous strength as she kept the Scottish heavyweight suspended over the canvas, before finally Lillian would suddenly arch backwards, attempting to finish the move and bring Storm crashing back down to the mat to deliver a stalling suplex!

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Storm was dead on her feet, momentarily at least, as she relied on the ring post for support. The big brunette wasn’t given any reprieve though, as Lillian swiftly grabbed her head, bending Storm forward and pulling her out of the corner in a facelock.

Storm gave a groan as she took the stumbling steps in Lillian’s wake, sickened by the spear to her stomach and sickened by the ease with which she was being worked. Her opponent was skilled, and if she didn’t get her act together soon this callout could become a squash, and all kinds of embarrassing for the Scot.

Lillian certainly wasn’t planning on holding back, Storm realised with alarm, as her arm was repositioned and her bottoms were grabbed.

“Ugh no…” the groggy woman grumbled as she sensed the setup for a suplex. With a fearful lurch, Storm was hoisted up into the air, a position the heavyweight wasn’t always used to being in, and especially not against smaller opponents.

“Fuck…” Storm cursed, part impressed by Lillian’s strength, several more parts bracing for the intense pain about to come her way.

But the brutal impact didn’t come. The bitch was going for a stalling suplex! Storm seethed as she was held upside-down, blood rushing to her head, the crowd applauding Lillian as they build up anticipation for Storm’s impending annihilation.

Fuck. That.

Pain was one thing, but not being taken seriously was enraging for the proud Scot. A rush of adrenaline spurred her into a belated bout of resistance. From her inverted position, she forcefully bucked her hips, momentarily breaking Lillian’s hold on her costume (at the expense of suffering a moderate wedgie; an acceptable cost). With a violent squirm of her shoulders, she loosened the face lock and let her legs drop to the side.

Gravity was her ally now, pulling her free of Lillian’s grip. Storm dropped to her feet, landing relatively neatly behind her opponent’s back. The crowd were disappointed. Storm wasn’t. She already had a clear idea of her next move.

Capitalising on the counter, Storm would grab Lillian from behind, hugging her powerful arms round the other woman’s waist. Grunting with effort as she powered through her own pain, Storm would try and force Lillian to suffer a power move instead, picking her up to slam her over her shoulder in a German Suplex!