Storm Macintosh vs Lillian Byrne

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Storm staggered as she rose sluggishly onto unsteady feet. She felt downright drunk; that Giant Swing had been horrible to endure, and the big Scotswoman really wasn’t used to being flung around like that. Storm had a face like thunder, and was itching for revenge. Unfortunately for her, the only thing coming her way was another humbling at the hands of Lillian.

She grimaced as the pink-clad girl got her hands around her before she could even stand, gripping her from behind. This didn’t bode well, and Storm made a cursory attempt to shake off her attacker, thrusting her hips to try and bash Lillian with her butt. It wasn’t enough to put off this pugnacious spitfire, though, and Storm soon found out the hard way that Lillian was locked in.

“Aaaiigh…. UNGHH!” Storm wailed as she was suplexed straight over Lillian’s head, upended as she arced across the ring before slamming down onto the canvas with agonising violence. Her spine and shoulders took the brunt of the ring-shaking blow, forcing a moan of pain from her mouth. It was a brutal move to take, and left her crumpled up awkwardly, ass stuck pointing in the air.

Worryingly, Lillian was not letting go.

Storm groaned as the other woman braced and began to flip over, having a horrible suspicion of what Lillian was planning. Sure enough, her fierce opponent was able to keep going, skilfully rolling to set Storm up for a SECOND German Suplex!

“Ohhn…aaiUNNNGHH!” Storm tried to protest, before being ferociously flung over her foe’s head yet again. The second slam was much, much more painful for Storm, wreaking havoc on her already-hurting body. The Scot jolted violently, groaning as the bruising pain smashed through her shoulders and ran down her spine.

This was no longer new information for Storm, but Lillian was fucking ruthless when it came to capitalising on an opening.

The blue-clad woman had been left momentarily stunned by the harsh treatment. With an agonised grunt, she realised Lillian was still not letting go. Albeit for different reasons this time, as the referee began the three count.

“TWO!!” the ref yelled into the ear of the pinned wrestler. That was enough to spur Storm into action, powering through the deep pain and fatigue she was struggling with, to kick out with all her might.

The crowd exclaimed as she broke free, sharply breaking the count at two.

That was about all she was good for right now, though. Anguished and panting, she rolled over and slumped face down on the mat, rubbing her aching back, trying to collect herself in the face of this disorienting onslaught from Lillian.