Storm Macintosh vs Lillian Byrne

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“Look, I get why Lillian needs an ass-kicking.” Storm was in her dressing room, lacing up her wrestling boots. Her partner Lyssa was sat on the couch, idly kicking her heels, listening to the big brunette talk. “But why isn’t Wendy the one to dish it out? It was her match that got interrupted.”

“Oh, Storm,” Lyssa replied with carefree condescension. “You can really tell that you never grew up in a gang.”

“Don’t say that like it’s a bad thing,” Storm interjected, but Lyssa ignored her.

“Look…” the blue-haired girl continued. “If you’ve got personal beef with someone, want to see them suffer up close, then sure, get your hands dirty. But if you really want to send a message, to let the other bitch know that she is out of her depth and has seriously fucked up, you get your other guys to do it for you. Lets them know that your side is bigger than theirs.”

“...and makes them feel small,” Storm mused, nodding as she mulled this over.

“Exactly! She thought she could pick a noble little battle, but instead she’ll find herself in the middle of a full-scale war,” Lyssa beamed with malicious relish. “Now, go and give that interfering little bitch both fucking barrels, okay?”

…

A hush descended on the busy LAW arena as they reached an unscheduled break in the evening’s card. The announcer quickly cut in before the fans became restless.

“Making her way to the ring, at 5’11’’ and 180lbs, from Scotland, UK, it is “Thunder” Storm Mackintosh!!”

Her high-tempo guitar intro playing, Storm marched onto the entrance ramp to some cheers. She didn’t have the highest profile since her move to LAW, but she wasn’t an unknown, either. She certainly looked imposing, her muscular frame clad in a blue lycra two-piece, with black boots and pads, and her scowling face framed with short brown hair. Clutching a microphone, she made her way to the center of the ring, pacing with purpose as the music calmed.

She licked her lips. Mic work wasn’t the strongest part of her skillset – since she’d turned heel, Storm had left a lot of the shit-talking to her loudmouthed partner, Lyssa, who was much more of a natural. It was Lyssa who had insisted that Storm get out of her ‘strong and silent’ comfort zone, and address the crowd alone. The Scotswoman took a breath, eyes scanning the arena as the rows of onlookers wondered why she’d interrupted their evening.

“Lillian. Fucking. Byrne,” Storm began, directly addressing her call-out to the entrance ramp. “Seems to fancy herself something of a crusader, now. Thought she could pop up at the end of Wendy and Ducky’s match the other week, and take the shine off of Wendy’s win.”

Storm motioned to the big screens, who began playing selected clips from the grudge match nicknamed the Southern Screwjob. They didn’t portray poor Ducky in a very flattering light – focusing on her inglorious (and incredibly unfair) end at the hands of a double-teamed smother between Wendy and the referee herself, before Lillian barged in to break up the post-match beatdown.

“See, before now, I thought Lillian was cool. Tough little fighter. Took no shit. But now? Now we have a problem. I think we all want to know, where has this white-knight bulllshit come from, Lillian?

Storm paced the ring. She knew it would take a few moments for news of the call-out to reach its target, so she could play the crowd a little longer. A cruel smile formed on her lips.

“In fact, Lillian, I have a suggestion. If you really like sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong, then be sure to stick it right here when I make you kiss my arse!”

Storm playfully pulled down the back of her booty shorts, revealing her broad backside clad in a tight black thong. She twerked her rear briefly at the ramp, before pulling her costume back up, pleased at the raucous response from the fans, who now seemed far more excited to see Lillian respond to this provocation!

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This was a new one. For all of Lillian's career, all of that time spent as a heel, it was quite common for the brunette to be the one issuing angry callouts, to storm to the ring and demand to meet someone within it, but now the shoe was on the other foot. Apparently, Lillian's freshly revealed face turn had inspired it's share of ire already, and given how she had done so, it wasn't exactly that surprising. After interrupting the post match beatdown that Wendy Winston and a crooked referee had decided to lay down upon Ducky Williams, a fan favorite wrestler and notable face within LAW, Lillian had been keeping a close eye out over her shoulder. While she had only managed to get her hands on the referee, she didn't take Wendy as the type to let even the smallest of slights go unanswered, and so Lillian had been on edge following the incident. But what she didn't expect was to be called out to the ring in such direct fashion. And the most baffling part of all? It wasn't even Wendy who was calling her out!

Storm Mackintosh. Lillian knew of her, a big and powerful woman from Scotland, and ironically enough, someone who had been an enemy of Wendy Winston for some time, given their high stakes match that had seen the two push one another to the limit. And yet, somehow Storm was now here, calling Lillian out with no question as to why. Her words, mocking and crass, would certainly draw attention from the crowd, but they weren’t the only ones. Because without too much delay following her statement, a figure would suddenly appear on top of the ramp, none other than the woman who had been called out to appear, Lillian Byrne herself!

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Lillian’s appearance had drawn quite a reaction, though in all honesty, the feedback was a bit… mixed. Lillian had been quite the terror within LAW, a constant source of chaos and rage wherever she went, and her strength had led her all the way to claiming the middleweight title before she would eventually be stripped of the belt. This whole “face turn” thing was still new, and as such, it was still settling. She felt more true to herself like this than she ever had been, but the crowd seemed to still need time to adjust, something that could be seen given the mix of cheers and jeers that came at her. Either way though, the brunette would make her way down the ramp and to the ring, climbing up onto the apron and leaning over the ropes as she raised a microphone to her mouth, gazing across at Storm.

“Thanks for the display Storm.” Lillian answered, tone managed much more evenly than it would have been only a short time ago. Still, it could be seen that she was fairly aggravated, likely by the Scot drawing her out here in the first place. “But I actually wanna know something myself first. Where did this whole ‘Wendy’s little bitch’ bullshit come from? I just wanna know, because before now, I thought the same stuff about you.” Storm hadn’t explicitly mentioned Wendy, but given her comments about Lillian sticking her nose where it didn’t belong, the brunette was taking an educated guess. Now all that remained to be seen was how the bigger woman reacted to her barbs!