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

[XXVV]

Following the onslaught, E'isa would hit the powerbomb. A signature move she used, a staple in her offense, and sometimes a match closer. Excited at the prospect of putting Eleanor down for good. Waiting for the three count to see the looks on display of those rooting for Moonlight. Those who would have their dream shattered by the Undeniable One, the Endless One.

The count began as E'isa felt the win was inevitable. Foot on the chest of Eleanor, looking smug and cocky.

ONE!

Eleanor called on her body, but it didn't move. Trying to push up but to no avail.

TWO!

Desperation kicked in for Eleanor, feeling she was running out of options! The official came down for the final match-ending count as E'isa raised her hand. Ready for the referee to point to her as the bell rang. But the final count wouldn't come, looking down she'd be confused. Feeling something odd, an unusual sight would come.

Eleanor had broken the count by clinging to E'isa's leg, using her adrenaline to pull out a cunning maneuver. Pushing to the side, she would use her momentum to knock E'isa off balance. The Latina struggled to hold her footing as she fell to one knee!

E'isa was caught in an odd position as, after breaking the count, Eleanor leaned into her positioning advantage. Making good on her grip, she'd apply a leg-lock on the mat as E'isa would scream in pain, caught in a new predicament.

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Eleanor felt that this move was like the last bullet in her chamber of opportunities. If she failed this time, there wouldn’t be another chance. The fight had completely drained her, and this last move was exhausting the little strength she had left, even the extra fuel that the adrenaline rush had granted her. Beneath her aggression in the hold was the fear that if she failed, her body wouldn’t even let her get back on her feet.

The referee stood beside them, watching closely for any sign that would indicate the fight should be stopped. Eleanor pulled harder on the trapped limb, not caring about the consequences. She didn’t care if she seriously injured her opponent, she had to leave it all in that moment, or there would be nothing left of her for the next round.

The lights of the arena was blinding her and she couldn’t see how E'isa was reacting to the move. The chants were loud and the spectators were on the edge of their seats.

[XXVV]

E'isa feeling her leg pulled would scream out. Trying to find an out, Eleanor even after all this was still trying to counter and get a step ahead, even while caught in a pin not even a minute before. E'isa surprised but annoyed would look to get to the ropes. E'isa didn't realize it, but Moonlight had exhausted her ideas and energy, feeling drained, with little strength left. The adrenaline rush she felt even running low. Fear kicking in of what might come if the hold failed. The official kept a close eye wondering if the match would need to be called. E'isa yelling out would try to weigh her options and choose the most draining one. She would try to drag Eleanor with her to the ropes, letting her pain be heard, each crawl as Eleanor pulled harder and harder on her limb. Feeling like it was going to tear, the highflyer in do-or-die mode would keep the pressure on not caring if she injured E'isa or not.

E'isa slowly dragging herself to the ropes would hear the fans again. Calling for Eleanor to get the win, demanding E'isa tap. Not willing to let these people get what they wanted. No.. she wanted to give them the opposite, set on handing their favorite a fat loss. Pulling herself more and more to the ropes. Eleanor caught between hearing the chants would be unsure if the move was working. But then cheers would turn to boos, and fans yelling "AWWW MAN!". The referee walking up to Eleanor, E'isa still screaming had made it to the ropes somehow, gripping it hard as she'd pull the rope up and down in pain! Signaling to the official to stop the hold as they'd drop down and tell Eleanor she had to let go, getting ready to start a count if she didn't listen.

[TrixVii011]

Eleanor tightened the hold with all her strength, aiming for E'isa's submission, but it was all in vain. In an instant, her opponent began dragging herself toward the ropes. Without wasting a single second, Eleanor pulled her back in her direction, turning the hold into an intense tug-of-war where every inch gained was crucial. However, as seen before, E'isa overpowered her eventually reaching for the ropes.

With her mouth open and holding onto E'isa's leg, Eleanor was snapped out of her trance when the referee started the count for her stubbornness in not releasing the hold. Slowly, she got to her feet, staring directly at her opponent. She was exhausted, injured, but above all… defiant, with a determination that seemed endless. Her soul wanted to keep fighting but her body was screaming for give up.

[XXVV]

The screaming would continue as the pain was immense. E'isa feeling like she might actually get injured. Eleanor was forced to release the hold as the referee would start counting. E-Mac still in pain would pull her hurt leg back slowly grabbing it as she'd feel what she felt like was almost a torn limb. Angrily she'd eye the referee and take note. Once again a referee would be too lenient with her opponent. This time feeling like their ignorance had left her moments away from seriously getting injured.

Cursing her luck and wondering if upper management not only picked this opponent but this official on purpose. Further disdain was growing for higher-ups. Slowly climbing the rope beside her. She'd try to climb up and get her footing back, struggling halfway up as her hurt leg failed to keep up. Finally getting up with assistance from the ropes she'd look over at Eleanor and get annoyed. E-mac would hobble over before attempting to get a sprint going and hit an elbow clean around her jaw.

[TrixVii011]

Eleanor stared defiantly at E'isa as she got back on her feet after escaping the submission hold. If she was planning something against her, Eleanor was ready. It didn’t take long before she saw her opponent charge at her again. Several responses raced through her mind about how to counter what was coming but when she tried to move...

-Damn it!-she thought since just taking a single step felt like she was carrying a ton on her back.

She was forged to the floor. Eleanor managed to shield her face at the last second, but the force of the elbow strike made her stumble and crash hard onto the mat. From this perspective she thought.

-This...this was a bad idea.

[XXVV]

E'isa wasting no time would go for the elbow strike. Eleanor believed she was ready but as E'isa charged in several things raced in her mind, wanting to get a counter going and stay alive in this match. Trying to move but as she did the fatigue and wear of the match would set in, a single step felt like carrying a ton on her back. She was forced to the floor as all she could do was get an arm up. Barely getting it up in time to shield her face. The power and force behind it would lead to her stumbling and crashing to the mat.

Following the elbow, seeing Eleanor fall to the ground, E'isa would grin feeling like she had her right where she wanted her. It looked to her like Eleanor had little left in the tank, eager to punish her and remind everyone watching why you can be talented, world-class, a natural with one-of-a-kind acrobatics. But when the match got down to the grit and grind, it got down to stamina, endurance, and pain tolerance. E'isa was one that stood tall through it all and unless you quelled her inner fire, she would continue to get back up. Tired, hurt, dizzy, hobbling on one leg, she would rise again, the only thing in her mind holding her back was herself. Or at least that's what the voice in her mind felt.

Gripping up the downed Eleanor by the hair, E-Mac gripped her around the waist. The crowd pleading for their hero to fight back, but it seemed she was barely able to stand on her own. At least not without the assistance of E'isa, who would go for one of her setup moves. Getting Eleanor in position as she'd look to go for "E-Jection"!

Spoiler

Bringing Eleanor down with tremendous force onto the mat, wanting to kip up again but her leg still hurt, rolling over and up before flexing. Not for the crowd or Eleanor, but for herself, she had stuck to it and through all the struggles she endured, she was the one standing. Taking pride in her ability to weather the storm. Eyeing Eleanor now with bad intentions as following this move would usually be a clear path to one of her match-ending finishers. E-Mac was in prime position, putting up her signature "X" to the crowd as she felt like the moment was at hand!

[TrixVii011]

Eleanor was fully aware of her situation against E’isa. She had never intended for things to end this way, yet here she was, appearing weak before her opponent. There was nothing she could do, this was no longer a matter of possibility, but a cold, undeniable reality. Meanwhile, the crowd was going wild, desperately chanting for a miraculous comeback. But Eleanor knew the truth...unless a miracle occurred, the gap between them was already far too wide.

E’isa positioned her for the execution of hermove "E-Jection". Twisting through the air with ruthless precision, E’isa brought Eleanor crashing down onto the mat with brutal force. Eleanor had seen it coming, yet she didn’t even try to brace herself. Her hands remained limp. She simply let herself fall.

Drained of strength, with no options left, all she could do was watch as her opponent continued to bask in the glory...glory earned through her pain.

-Damn you...-she muttered, before letting her head fall against the mat.

[XXVV]

E'isa hitting "E-Jection" would feel the impact. Bringing Eleanor crashing down to the canvas. What little hope the crowd had was slowly dwindling. They had hopes of surpassing E'isa with their boos and disrespect. Yet it only fueled her resolve to prove them wrong and showcase why she was an unstoppable force. Getting up gingerly as her foot still bothered her following the leg lock Eleanor had applied. But the path was still clear, clear as day.

Eleanor was down, and similar to the crowd, her energy along with her will to fight was at an all-time low. Nearing the "E" on the fuel tank. E'isa now felt certain she had the green light to take Eleanor on a trip. Picking up the tired, barely responsive Eleanor slowly, wanting to take in all of the crowd's hate and disdain for her. Overflowing with rage and an unquenchable desire to put her opponent into the dirt. Popping the high-flyer onto her shoulders with ease. Making it look like Eleanor weighed the same as a bag of rice. The crowd booed and called for Eleanor to react. E'isa trotting Moonlight around the ring to brag before stopping in the middle of the ring. A view many of these fans had seen before as the cheers for Eleanor now changed to a full-on wave of boos towards E-Mac. Knowing what might be coming next. Her diehard fans standing, putting up their "X's" as they would get ready to hear the now infamous line E'isa said before going for the big one. E'isa grinning before getting off the last words Eleanor might hear for the next couple minutes.

"ELEANOR MOONLIGHT! WELCOME TO X-ISLE!"

Spinning Eleanor out before bringing her down onto her rock-hard shoulder, handing her a first-class ticket, hitting her go-to finisher "X-ISLE"!

Spoiler

[TrixVii011]

Eleanor knew that if she didn’t react soon, the end would be inevitable. Every effort to move felt like another small battle already lost. She hoped, maybe, if E’isa’s ego took over completely, she’d get a chance to breathe, maybe even make a comeback. That hopeful plan shattered the moment her opponent lifted her effortlessly, as if she weighed nothing, and placed her across her shoulders.

The crowd roared in a frenzy, voices blending into a desperate plea for Eleanor to rise again, to fight back, to be the warrior they believed in. That raw energy sparked something in her. Deep inside, a flicker of motivation lit up, a desperate hope that it might turn into a new opportunity to get a win.

Then nothing.

-Where am I?- she thought, surrounded by an overwhelming darkness.

There was no answer. Only silence. A suffocating silence… one that was suddenly shattered, like an explosion, by deafening screams and a blinding light that pierced straight through her mind, searing it white.

She gasped, shocked back to life, and instinctively summoned every ounce of strength left in her body to push off the mat, searching to break the count.

The match was already over.

Eleanor wasn’t even aware that the bell had rung, that E’isa’s music now echoed triumphantly throughout the arena. She lay there, defeated, trying to understand what was happening.