Storm Macintosh vs Lillian Byrne

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A clothesline wasn’t the flashiest of moves in a wrestler’s arsenal, but Storm still found it especially satisfying to hit, especially when placed hard and with momentum, as she did now with the hapless Lillian, forced to run straight into Storm’s swinging, muscular arm.

The pink-clad woman’s crash to the mat confirmed the power in the blow. Storm watched with a wicked grin as Lillian lay there groaning, barely able to move beyond massaging her bruised chest.

“Time for some real pain,” the Scot said to herself, sauntering over to Lillian and grabbing one of her legs before she could react. Storm stepped over the raised limb, twisting it in on itself, before snatching Lillian’s other leg and falling to the mat to apply a figure four.

Storm was largely known as a heavyweight power merchant, but as a seasoned wrestler, her submissions game was no joke either. She used her legs to torture Lillian’s own, darkly curious to see how the other woman would deal with the change of pace.

“Still feeling good about sticking your neck out for strangers?” Storm needled, smiling coldly as she worked the hold.

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For as good as the match had started, Lillian’s current view of the countless lights up above on the ceiling of the arena was a testament as to just how fast the tides had turned against her. Now Storm was in charge, and after battering Lillian back down the canvas, the heavyweight didn’t seem like she planned on wasting the opportunity, as the former champion struggled to catch her breath. Lillian only became aware of Storm’s presence when a shadow descended over her, and it wasn’t until she tipped her head up slightly to see what Storm was doing did she see the Scotswoman grabbing hold of her legs, twisting one inwards and atop the other, Storm’s legs threaded through as she dropped down into a hold that Lillian recognized too late to stop, the figure four leglock!

“Aaaaahhh! Aaagh!” Lillian’s scream resounded throughout the arena as Storm settled into the hold, a brutal pain shooting through her lower body the bigger woman slowly applied pressure, changing from hard hitting exchanges to a slow submission! Lillian’s back arched and her fingers dug into the canvas beside her, but fortunately for the champion, she had a way forwards, something well known among basically any wrestler worth their salt.

“I feel… better… than you’re going to!” Lillian hissed through gritted teeth at Storm, before slamming a fist on the mat to her side, and bringing her other arm up to help twist her body, looking to use all of her weight and strength against her foe. Storm was a big woman, no doubt, but it wouldn’t stop Lillian from attempting to force the pair over to their sides, and then further onto their stomachs, as she looked to flip them over completely and reverse the figure four, turning Storm’s own submission against her!