X's on a Full-Moon: E'isa vs Eleanor Moonlight

[XXVV]

E'isa coming in ready to pop Eleanor with the knee would be red hot. Back to back to back, laying it into the high flyer! She really wanted to shut these fans up, despite being countered early on. At this moment, she felt like it was all in sight. A brutal knee coming in, a downed Eleanor looking like she had no defense. The crowd looked deflated as their hopeful seemed to be out of options. E'isa before going for the knee would scream out!

"HAVE A NICE NAP!"

Feeling like she had Moonlight right where she wanted her. But before she'd get into close enough range to connect she'd be caught again? Eleanor was laying another trap for E'isa, and the Latina coming in would have little means to hit the brakes! Moonlight dropped down at the last second, pulling the ropes. E-Mac running in would find herself going through the ropes with an assisted push by Eleanor. The burst of momentum caused her to fly out of the ring and hit the outer ring floor hard as she grunted in pain. Grabbing at her head and back, downed again, the crowd cheering as their hopeful had turned the tide again. E'isa was down on the outside and Eleanor looked to have the answers to her offense still as the match carried on.

[TrixVii011]

Although E'isa had noticed Eleanor's intentions, the latter had fallen into her trap, causing E'isa to crash dramatically outside the ring. That small change in rhythm gave her precious seconds to catch her breath as she clung to the ropes. It was clear that the attack hadn't been forceful enough, but Eleanor was determined to keep E'isa out of the ring.

One!- the referee shouted, starting the count.

Eleanor watched her carefully, her eyes never leaving E'isa. She knew that as soon as her opponent stood up, that would be the perfect moment to act. She prepared herself, focusing on the imminent opportunity. She would propel herself over the ropes with calculated precision to achieve a splash. No matter how the impact turned out, the only thing that mattered was that the action would now take place outside the ring, giving her a chance to try a new strategy that she was not going to waste.

[XXVV]

After having her efforts to send Eleanor to limbo with the running knee thwarted. E'isa would find herself on the outside struggling with the hard landing. This high flyer seemed to be more of a problem than she anticipated, she refused to stay down and always had an answer to her. She'd expect this from a submission specialist targeting her limbs or a heavyweight going blow to blow with her, maybe outthinking her in moments. Yet this middleweight had an answer every time she went for something big and it frustrated her. Trying to rise to her feet an re-enter the ring, still wanting to shut the crowd up and stomp out their new favorite.

"ok.. okaa.. let's get back.. AH!"

She tried to rise but her back would bother her as the landing hurt her a bit more than she first realized. Breathing and taking a moment before trying to rise again. Eleanor on the other hand would get her own time to catch her breath, eyeing her next moves as she saw the Latina down trying to get up on the outside. Determined to keep E-Mac outside for as long as possible, she watched closely, her eyes never leaving the target. Waiting for her moment, which came as E'isa tried to get to her feet. The perfect moment to act and she would, prepping before she'd take to the sky yet again, and show the fans why she was must see. Propelling herself over the ropes with calculated precision, going for a splash onto the staggered E'isa. Hitting it clean as Eleanor landed on top of her! E'isa seeing it coming would try to move but her back would bother her, needing more time to recover, trying to do the first thing that came to mind. Looking to potentially catch her but again she would ask a lot of her still-recovering body. Her attempts would fail, Moonlight would land with a clean descent onto the Latina who would crumble under her weight, unable to respond. A loud "AGKKK!" would echo through the arena, E'isa falling back to the hard ring floor compliments of Eleanor. A calculated risk that paid off, Eleanor looking formidable again, as the scene would be telling. E'isa was down yet again with an agile, cunning Eleanor looking to be on top at the moment, the crowd cheering as this new star continued to impress them each time. Truly showcasing why she was a one-of-a-kind talent!

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Pulling off a move like that outside the ring takes its toll, no matter how strong you are. Eleanor got back on her feet, wincing in pain, she had to be faster than E’isa if she wanted her plan to work.

-Two!-the referee shouted from the ring.

Taking advantage of the moment, she decided to return the favor, stomping down on her opponent. The strikes weren’t the most coordinated, but every second she bought was crucial.

-Three!

It was time to put her plan into action. She had perfectly recreated the previous sequence of events; now, she just needed to push E’isa’s and let her subconscious work against her.

-Get up! Is that all you’ve got? I thought this was supposed to be a challenge!-shouted with sarcasm

The moment E’isa stood up, Eleanor would go all in. Her finisher, the Moonlight DDT, had to put her opponent down for good. It wasn’t her ideal way to end things, but if the referee’s count reached ten, the match would be hers. But there was one problem. The Moonlight DDT was devastating when Eleanor was the stronger fighter and this time...she wasn’t. Could E’isa counter? Would the finisher be powerful enough to do real damage? And even if it landed, what if E’isa just got back up and tore her apart?

[XXVV]

The tides kept turning, E'isa was in control and then Eleanor would take it back. Frustrated on the floor following the larger-than-life display from Moonlight, she'd struggle to get up still. Her back aching, reaching for it, hungry to get back into the action! But Eleanor would be lurking, referee continuing the count as both were outside a "TWO!" would be heard from in the ring. Wanting to return the favor and apply more pressure she'd give back the stomps she received earlier. E'isa in pain, first trying to take the stomps but then similar to Eleanor she'd wisen up and curl a bit. Trying to defend herself from some of the damage. One stomp hitting her clean in the back as she'd yell in pain and fall back down to the floor.

"THREE!"

Ready to continue to pile it on, something big in mind, feeling like she had E-Mac right where she wanted her, Eleanor would mock her with sarcasm. Trying to provoke her into standing and go for what could potentially be a match-ender! Hearing the sarcasm and taking it immediately as disrespect, the Latina would get to her feet, never one to take disrespect lightly. The crowd looking on wondered where she'd get this resolve, taking so much offense but still getting to her feet. Although this moment was probably not the one the wisest to push to her feet for. Eleanor calling for her something big, the crowd cheering her on, looking like she wanted to end things. A ring out was not an ideal way to pick up a win but she was open to it. The circumstances lined up to take the opening and lay E'isa out, the moment was there and she chose to take it. The referee letting out a

"FOUR!"

E'isa making her way to her feet would find herself getting a view of Eleanor in the air? Eleanor again would take flight, getting up high as the crowd looked on blown away by her agility. But this time no aerials would come from it, bad intentions in mind, jumping into the Latina she'd get an arm around her neck. E'isa lost trying to get her bearings would find herself set up for one of Eleanor's most dangerous moves! Mid-air getting the arm wrapped around her neck, Eleanor used the hang-time and stability of E'isa to maneuver and then in a swift, powerful motion bring Eisa down with her! E-Mac with no way to guard, her back still in pain and her reactions slowed would be brought down with a thunderous "THUD!" Eleanor planting E'isa with the "MOONLIGHT DDT!", hitting the outer ring with devastating force, a loud yell would come out the Latina, the audience collectively gasping. Eleanor had taken the chance and hit a home run, fans in the front row looking on as E'isa following the DDT had popped onto her back, looking up at the stage lights, looking out of it, her eyes hazy and unresponsive.

The referee wanting to slide out and check if E'isa had gotten injured but needing to continue the count would stop themselves.

"FIVE!"

E'isa staggered and unquestionably down for the moment, would try to get her blurred, foggy vision back together. Looking like it was over, she had taken one of Eleanor's best moves clean, usually a match ender but taken on the hard outer ring floor, it seemed like all that was left was for the referee to reach the count of ten and confirm.

"SIX!"

Hearing boos and chants of "E'ISA DOWN!" mixed with "OVERRATED!" and "YOU DESERVE IT!" E'isa would feel her blood boiling. Confused why these fans didn't understand or acknowledge her excellence, her resolve, her drive to be the best. The strong mix of emotions would invoke a familiar voice in the back of her mind.

"So we're here again you fluffy haired bozo?"

"HUHH???"

"You're just gonna let Eleanor put you in the ground like this.. no fight.. YOU KNOW THIS ISN'T ENOUGH TO TAKE YOU DOWN! BUT THEY BELIEVE IT IS! THEY THINK YOU'RE WEAK!"

"but.. I'm not.."

"SO GET THE FUCK UP!"

The voice would disappear as she'd show signs of life. Everyone in the arena was at a loss for words, one fan unable to filter themselves as they'd scream out in confusion.

"THERES NO FUCKING WAY! HOW IS SHE MOVING?!"

E'isa rolling over onto her stomach as she'd start to push up, her body in pain, her head throbbing, her back still aching. Getting to one knee as the count would continue, how would Eleanor react?

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-Six!

Eleanor’s finisher had gone exactly as she planned. E’isa had proven to be a relentless opponent, and if the match had been decided by raw strength alone, she would have lost. Deception and mind games had been her greatest allies tonight.

She made her way back toward the ring, eyes locked on E’isa. Then she saw it...E’isa was starting to move.

The shock froze her in place. Should she climb back into the ring or go for another attack? E’isa was struggling, but it was clear she would make it to her feet before the ten count. In that moment, regret hit Eleanor. Maybe her strategy had been too risky. Maybe she should’ve gone for a traditional three-count instead.

Leaning against the edge of the ring, eyes fixed on her rival, Eleanor was paralyzed by indecision.

-Seven!

[XXVV]

Getting to her feet, the referee more than halfway through the count, E'isa would stand up, visibly shaken up but not down for the count. The deception and mind games messing with her up until now, feeling like every move and act she attempted this match had been thwarted. Her shots at offense for the most part countered, making the Latina second guess herself. But upon standing up and shocking the crowd, it would become clear that the voice in her head was right. When she pushed herself even things like this could not keep her down long enough. Letting out a battle cry, a scream that echoed through the arena, her moment, her affirmation that she was indeed what she thought she was. A once-in-a-lifetime level performer with physical gifts that couldn't be taught and a pain tolerance that few were able to display. Fans looked on perplexed at what they were witnessing, feeling like the chants and ridicule they spewed at her would discourage her. Feeling like their voices and opinions mattered, which at first would seem to be the case. Yet something would change in E'isa following the "Moonlight DDT", the vibe, the look, the feeling in the air.

E'isa's eyes were not angry or bitter anymore, it was an uncomfortable calm. A calm that usually came before a storm, E'isa was a storm with nothing left to hold it back anymore. They thought that their voices were slowly starting to bring her down. But the only thing that would fall were limitations, E'isa with nothing on her mind but pure, unadulterated destruction of whoever was in front of her currently. That being Eleanor, as she looked on confused, eyes locked onto E-Mac. The look said what the crowd, announcers, fans and people in the back watching in the halfway and locker-room monitors thought. "HOW IS SHE MOVING?!" Moonlight was frozen in place, wondering if she should climb into the ring or attempt another move. E'isa though still struggling, had risen before "TEN". Eleanor regretted her action, wondering if rolling her into the ring and getting a traditional three-count would've worked. Lost in regret and indecision, Moonlight leaned against the edge of the ring, eyes still fixed on E'isa, yet still paralyzed would fail to move. The official continued the call, going for

"SEVEN"!

E'isa seeing Eleanor not moving would elect to not wait on her as the count was closing in on "TEN". Getting a running start she blitzed the visually paralyzed high-flyer, going for a full-body splash onto her. Looking to crush her in between the hard outer ring apron and E'isa's thick, muscular frame! If it landed, E'isa would grab hold of Eleanor's waist right under the kilt and toss her into the ring, following behind her to beat the count. Wanting to make use of her momentum, though her back was still aching, she was pushing and demanding more. Feeling like this was her time to bring down the high-flying Eleanor and potentially set up something big of her own, grasping at her head still throbbing. She'd grab Eleanor by the hair and lift her up, looking to lift her on top of her shoulders and get a head of steam before launching her into the corner turnbuckle for a "Buckle Bomb!" If it connected, E'isa would continue to her wave of momentum. Running to the ropes, no words to shut up the crowd anymore, only actions, coming in hot, eyeing a meeting with a staggered, lost Eleanor tumbling back to the middle of the ring following the Buckle Bomb with her signature clothesline "E-valuation!". Running into her like a force of nature, wanting to crush her spirit with power, force, and momentum. Looking to turn her inside out and showcase the crowd's favorite doing what they loved seeing from her so far. E-Mac wanting to showcase Eleanor taking flight, but this time for all the wrong reasons.

[TrixVii011]

Eleanor couldn’t believe what she was seeing. E'isa had gotten back on her feet after taking her finisher and wore a calm expression that was more terrifying than any display of aggression or egocentrism. It was simply a subtle way of showing that what she had just done had crossed a line, and the price would have to be paid. When E'isa charged at her, Eleanor tried to impulse herself into the ring, but she could barely lift her body before being trapped between her opponent’s body and the edge of the ring.

—Aaah! —groaned, releasing a scream mixed with the air escaping from her lungs.

She was immediately thrown back into the ring. E'isa wasn’t going to play along with the outside of the ring idea or the ten count; if she had to face her, it would be under normal conditions. After a hair pull, Eleanor was quickly lifted into the air and slammed brutally against the turnbuckle. The punishment to her body barely allowed her to react. If her vision and awareness had been affected before, now it was her body that refused to respond. She wanted to escape, but there was no way to do so.

Finally, with a burst of energy, she was sent flying through the air by E'isa’s signature move. The clothesline hit squarely, and when Eleanor landed, the loud impact echoed throughout the arena. While some few spectators still cheered for each fighter, a silence could be felt. Eleanor had paid the price for her audacity, and there could be more to come.

[XXVV]

After hitting her signature, E'isa would look back and see the aftermath. No words, no taunting the fans, just a vile grin, wanting to continue to make the woman laid out on the floor suffer. Barely able to respond before the "E-valuation" hit and sent her flying. The scream and groan heard by the crowd worried the clothesline might have injured their new favorite high-flyer. E-Mac thought to herself as she looked down at the downed Eleanor.

"no counter for that huhh?"

She'd usually drop down and go for the pin, but after all she went through she wanted to do more damage. The control she had, the way she quickly showed what happens when she turns on the switch. The switch that gave her the power to turn the tide and make the match hers. Raising Eleanor to her knees before putting her head in between her legs. Destruction was the only thing on her mind. She lifted Moonlight up on her shoulders before raising her up high, showing the crowd their hero before shifting momentum and bringing her down. Going for back-to-back signatures, now attempting her signature powerbomb "Gravity Falls!"

Spoiler

If it connected E'isa would use her foot to roll the high-flyer onto her back, then place it onto the chest of Eleanor and go for a disrespectful pin.

[TrixVii011]

Eleanor continued her struggle to recover, trying to avoid any move that E'isa would search to apply on her, but the damage done earlier made this nearly impossible. Every time she managed to lift herself slightly off the mat, the weight of her own body pulled her back down. E'isa moved in quickly, grabbing her firmly and lifting her up to position her for her signature powerbomb. As she was in the air, on her way to the mat, Eleanor felt like time had slowed, suspended above her opponent’s head before experiencing that stomach-dropping feeling, similar to the one you get on a rollercoaster. The impact with the mat was almost imperceptible as her body bounced from the force of the hit. Just moments after, sharp stings of pain coursed through her back, as if thousands of slaps were repeatedly crashing against her.

Lying on her side, E'isa positioned her properly for what as coming next. Now aiming to strike at her ego she placed her foot over Eleanor’s body, startibg a pin.

—One! —the referee shouted next to the wrestlers.

—This can't end like this... please, Eleanor, move! —she thought, writhing on the mat. This time, adrenaline rushed through her body, still clumsy and with extreme pain she fought with all her might to break the count.

—Two!

—No! What can I do?! —she thought, as desperation took over.

With a great effort, she raised her legs and managed to wrap them around E'isa’s leg. Just as the referee was about to declare the match over, she clung to her opponent’s leg, using all the weight and strength the adrenaline had given her. She pushed herself to the side, using the momentum to knock E'isa off balance. Once the count was broken, Eleanor will search to took advantage of her grip and attempt a submission, executing a leglock on the mat.