Post by dsb on Mar 17, 2019 18:02:43 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Transatlantic T versus A Smother Challenge for the FAWN Intercontinental Championship! Introducing first, hailing from Swansea, Wales, in the United Kingdom, she stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-four pounds. She is a former World champion and she is ‘the Ultimate Weapon’ and the Unquestioned Queen of JMD… this is HAAAIIILLLEEEYYY KEEENNNNNNEEEDDDYYY!”
HAILEY KENNEDY:
The throng that jeered her arrival still found the time for a grudging moment to marvel at the sheer beauty of this physical specimen. Love her or hate her--and make no mistake, most people fell into the latter camp--there was no denying her splendor or, on a more obvious level, her juggs. The buxom Brit stood with hands on hips, thrusting, purposefully or otherwise, her assets forward. What she gave up in height advantage against the champ she more than made up for with that vaunted rack, her legendary 32E's straining mightily against her pink bikini top. Kennedy sauntered down the aisle, the busty bombshell exuding complete confidence with every step. As she made her way toward the ring, a number of fans along the aisle come to realize that while her bosom received plentiful attention her backside was quite spectacular as well, framed by a matching pair of bikini bottoms, the waistband adored with a sequined trim.
Reaching ringside, Hailey stopped in front of the steps, a knowing smile forming on her lips as the lyrics from her accompaniment
"Relax while you're closing your eyes to me,
So warm as I'm setting you free,
With your arms by your side there's no struggling,
Pleasure's all mine this time..."
Again without the slightest sign of trepidation, Hailey ascended the ring steps, slipped through the ropes and into the ring. Slowing to a halt in the middle of the ring, the Ultimate Weapon turned to the hard camera and started to strap an invisible belt around her waist before waggling one finger ‘no, no, no’. She repeated the gesture albeit several inches higher, Kennedy cinching that invisible gold snug across those dangerous curves. “You’re done, hayseed.” she told the camera. “I’m not going to smother you, I’m going to CRUSH you.” Thus satisfied with her pre-fight preparations, Hailey headed to the far corner, where Al Carpenter quickly checked her pads and boots.
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Jackson, Tennessee she stands at five feet ten inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-eight pounds, she is the Tennessee Terror, the Witch of Razorback Holler and the current FAWN Intercontinental Champion, this is HARLEY JO COLLINS!”
SHINE DOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xACHH5-QwY
HARLEY JO COLLINS:
Accompanied by Godsmack, some Jameson and the title belt that she’d defended against all comers since last fall, Harley Jo Collins herownself strode through the curtain and raised the leather and gold with one hand. Nodding her thanks at the round of applause, the Countrycidal Maniac toasted the belt with her libation, then took a long swig before heading down the ramp. As per usual her pre-match armor remained the same regardless of the weather, a pair of ancient denim overalls that’d accompanied her to no less than six continents.
Eyes honed on the former World Champion, Harley Jo didn’t break her gaze while she climbed the steel steps, when she took a strong slug of her drink or even when she put a hand to her shoulder and undid the clasps on the overalls, leaving them in a puddle at her feet. Stripped to the essentials, she wore a black fightin’ rumble-kini, white pads and plain black boots. From there she slid under the bottom rope, pushed to her feet and strode to the middle of the ring to raise the belt one more time. Elsewhere Hailey ran a finger over her décolletage, then pointed at Collins’ nose. Harley smiled, kissed the fingertips of her other hand and casually swatted them against her own backside. That got an aggressive step from the Englishwoman and HJC was quick to match her, but both challenger and champion cleared off when Al Carpenter moved between them. Mildly disappointed, Collins draped her belt over the ref’s shoulder, then backed into the opposite corner to await his final inspection.
Hailey came off the buckles at the sound of the bell. This didn’t surprise Harley Jo in the slightest, she had yet to meet a JMD specialist that didn’t prefer to approach like a runaway bulldozer. The Intercontinental Champion didn’t fault her such a strategy and she was more than happy to engage the curvy Briton in the middle of the ring, but Collins made a point to come out at an angle, thus forcing Kennedy to turn with her if she wanted to keep the brunette framed dead ahead. Hailey did and she pivoted with Collins accordingly, though she also kept the pressure on continuing her forward progress.
Harley Jo noted this, planted on her back foot and raised both hands to shoulder level for a Lock-Up. Hailey took the bait and lunged for the Southerner only to smirk in displeasure when HJC dipped beneath her questing hands and went behind to secure a snug Waistlock. Digging the knot of her hands into Kennedy’s belly, Collins set her feet and hauled up, meaning to get the Brit off her feet for a quick Takedown. She succeeded in the former, not so much the latter, as Hailey clamped down on the champ’s wrists and bore down to return to the deck with a heavy little ‘thump’.
“What’s the matter, pretty girl?” Kennedy grunted when Harley Jo dug the point of her chin into the side of the challenger’s neck. “Afraid it won’t go so well for you if we do this chest to chest?”
“Didn’t want to humble your girls too early, that’s all.” Collins dragged her knuckles back and forth across Hailey’s tummy, drawing a breathy grunt from the challenger.
“You really think those B-cups have any chance against me?” Kennedy freed one hand to throw an elbow over her shoulder, but Harley Jo drew out of reach, then made her pay for the miss with another painful chin gouge.
“I’ve got more than enough to shut you up.” the brunette drawled in her foe’s ear. “But for the sake of contrast I do believe I’ll finish you off from the other OOOFFFFHH!”
Hailey finally prized Collins’ hands apart, but rather than try for a Snapmare or a go-behind of her own the Englishwoman drew her hips forward and THWHUMPED them back into the pit of Harley Jo’s stomach! The Vicious Volunteer’s tush flew backward as she lost her wind, meaning she was off balance with defenses scrambled when Kennedy caught her in a Three Quarters Facelock and deftly flipped the champ over her shoulder and onto her butt.
Harley Jo was still slouching forward from the impact when the Ultimate Weapon reared back and CRAAACKED a Knife-Edge Chop between her shoulders! Collins cried out, cried out again after Hailey ‘smecked’ her hands down on either side of the brunette’s neck for a tight Nerve Claw. “Don’t worry, I know she can’t quit this early.” Kennedy cooed to Al Carpenter. “I just wanted to make sure our proud champion knows what she was up against.” With that she leaned forward and jostled her breasts against the back of Harley Jo’s head in a sort of Reverse Motorboat that got a salacious cheer from those privy to the best angle.
Collins bared her teeth more from the pain in her shoulders, though she certainly didn’t appreciate the Brit’s curves smacking her head either. “Gonna take more than a big rack to intimidate me, darlin’. And a helluva lot more than your press-on nails to keep me down for ERRRHHHH!”
Hailey went up on tiptoes, then dropped to one knee to drive the posted joint into her opponent’s back. “This isn’t supposed to keep you down, it’s supposed to soften you up.” Kennedy cooed in the taller woman’s ear. “Make sure you’re nice and docile when it’s finally time to smother you NGH! NGH! NGH!”
The Tennessee Terror curled one hand around the back of Hailey’s head to hold her steady while the other pounded a trio of awkward shots into the blonde’s forehead. It wasn’t quite enough to break the Nerve Claw outright, it did however loosen Kennedy’s grip enough for Collins to try to rise once she’s laced her hands across the back of the Englishwoman’s head. Well aware that her chin was snug against the point of Collins’ right shoulder, Hailey gave the grip one more squeeze before she relinquished it and SMACKED HJC’S exposed midsection with both hands!
Harley’s ascent hit some turbulence, just enough for the challenger to thwart the would-be Jawbreaker with a tight Full Nelson that forced the Southerner’s chest deep into her own décolletage. “Go ahead and take stock while you’re down there.” Kennedy muttered as she wrenched the simple hold back & forth. “I think a little honest self evaluation will tell you why there’s no chance you’re walking out with the gold tonOOOWWW!”
Harley Jo raised her left foot and scraaaaaaped that heel down the challenger’s left shin en route to stamping on her toes! A second boot scrape weakened Kennedy’s grip enough for the lanky brunette to TWHUNK a rough Headbutt between her attacker’s eyes and thus break the Nelson entirely. Treating herself to a double handful of hair rather than the traditional Three Quarters Facelock, Collins flipped Hailey onto her tush with a retaliatory Snapmare, then cupped her chin in her right hand and drew her head back so she could thwhack-thwhack-THWHACK a trio of heavy Overhand Forearm Smashes across her opponent’s vaunted chest!
Kennedy snarled, twisted onto one knee only to take a cuffing Crossface punch to the jaw that set her back on her butt. Not the best place to be under ideal circumstances, Hailey’s position grew all the more dire when Harley Jo clamped down on her shoulders and stretched the big blonde flat on her back. Just like that Collins dropped to her knees, shins grinding against the challenger’s biceps, those black-sheathed glutes snug against Kennedy’s upturned mug!
The response from audience and challenger was equally intense, with the FAWNatics bounding to their feet with a singular roar while the challenger bucked and jolted like she’d just been touched with a live wire. Grinning wide as Hailey’s infuriated shrieks buzzed against her trunks, Collins swatted at the Brit’s belly, then delivered a few light punches when Kennedy tried to bridge. “Enjoying your first taste of Tennessee sugar, darlin?’” Collins teased as she snuggled down atop her perch. “Bet it tastes like I’ve got more than just a fightin’ chance, doesn’t EEERRRRRRRHHHH!”
Kennedy twisted her arms free from the brunette’s trap, then grabbed hold of her waistband and TUGGED until HJC was forced to abandon the smother.
On her feet in an instant, Hailey didn’t even bother to swipe at her smudged features, instead she launched herself at the Witch of Razorback Holler. Harley saw it coming and hopped backward to brunt the worst of the impact but tending to the wedgie meant she was already off balance and she was practically folded in half around the blonde’s encroaching shoulder. Cinching her arms around the taller woman’s upper thighs, Kennedy hoisted Harley Jo onto her shoulder like a bag of laundry so she could barrel the both of ‘em into the far corner with a resounding BWUUUNG!
Straightening up immediately thereafter the challenger paintbrushed Collins’ cheeks with a pair of Bytch Slaps, then grabbed the brunette’s arms and draped them over the top rope. Still not done, she reclaimed Harley’s wrists and pulled forward to put hard strain on her shoulders and biceps while also ensuring there was no way for her to defend against the truncated Avalanche Splash Kennedy THAWHAPPED against her chest and belly.
“I hope you enjoyed that little moment in the sun, bytch.” the Ultimate Weapon growled after two more Splashes. “Because it’s very, very dark where you’re going.”
With that she abandoned the Wristlocks and strapped her arms around the back of Collins’ skull, all the better to pull the squirming battler deep into the fulsome furnace of her cleavage! Harley Jo gave voice to an angry, muffled squeal and stamped in place, but rather than grab the ropes for a break she curled her fingers into talons and raaaaaaaaaaked the challenger’s flanks and back before laying in half a dozen short, shiv-like punches in above each hip. Hailey sneered, shook her head ‘no’ and made a point of bending the champion’s nose against her sternum. “So are you too tuff to grab the ropes or just too stupid?” she asked the gaping Southerner. “Whimper for tuff and snuffle for stupWHOOOAAHHNNNNGGGHH!”
The Witch of Razorback Holler answered in much more emphatic fashion, namely wrapping both arms around the blonde’s waist and muscling her into the air with a snug Bear Hug! Not about to be muscled around when she could feel Collins’ wheezing against her curves, Kennedy repaid squeeze for squeeze with a Scissors cinched around her foe’s waist, alas she’d barely crossed her ankles when HJC stomped forward, whipped around and BWUNGED her against the roughly-padded steel!
Credit to the tenacity of Hailey Kennedy, her Scissors might’ve popped open but the Front Sleeper didn’t go anywhere, in fact she cupped her own elbows and puuuuuuulled all the tighter. “Breathe your last, bytch!” the Ultimate Weapon demanded while one cheek rested on the crown of Collins’ skull. “Right now, before your knees give UGH! UGH! EEERRRGGGGHHH!”
Harley pounded a pair of Kneelifts into her attacker’s tummy, then followed with a double Belly Claw that had the blonde groaning in gut-shot distress. Even so, oxygen debt was beginning to accumulate, so after several seconds of kneading and churning the Vicious Volunteer slipped a foot over the bottom rope and mumbled, “BREAGH!”
Al hurried over and tapped Kennedy on the shoulder. “All right Hailey, release the hold and raise your hands. I want a clean break!”
The former World Champion shook her head in defiance. “Not unless she breaks her grip too!”
The ref tapped Collins on the shoulder. “Same goes for you, Harley Jo. I’m going to count to three and both of you will break your grips, understand? ONE! TWO! THREE!”
Champion and challenger actually did as bade, though the incensed, flushed looks on their faces confirmed the sportsmanship was done with the utmost disdain. “Thought your juggs were supposed to be inescapable, darlin’.” the brunette huffed. “Felt like I was getting worked over by two Hefty bags stuffed with puddNNNGGGHHH!”
Hailey did a little stuffing of her own in the form of a Kneelift jammed between the taller woman’s thighs. Catching Collins’ noggin in a Front Facelock immediately thereafter, Kennedy hopped into a seat on the top turnbuckle, braced her feet against the middle rope and pushed off and through a gorgeous half circle that ended with her THWONKING Harley Jo’s skull into the canvas courtesy a Tornado DDT!
TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uiWQBmGdN_0
Collins rolled through to a slumped seat and might’ve tumbled onto one side if the curvy Briton hadn’t hooked a Half Nelson on the brunette’s left arm, then reached over with her right hand and pulled the limb across her throat to complete the Cobra Clutch!
COBRA CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gf8bEXrpHV4
“Don’t think I’m going to put you down with this, luv.” Hailey muttered in HJC’s ear. “You’ve still got a date with the Twins, I’m just going to soften you up a little first.” She jostled the hold from side to side before leaaaaaaning into Harley’s shoulders to make sure she felt every bit of the challenger’s power.
Collins grimaced, shook a finger at Al to make sure he didn’t waste her time with any stupid questions. “Suuuuhhhh… sounds to me like you’re feeling a little intimidated because the Wonder Bra couldn’t finish me off the first time NNNNGGGGHHH!”
Hailey stood as best she could without letting Harley Jo leave the mat just so she could THUMP a single knee between the Southerner’s shoulders. “I know what you’re trying to do, loser.” Kennedy cooed in her foe’s ear. “You’re trying to distract me. Hoping I’ll make a mistake and let you climb back into this match like the cockroach you are. But I’ve got news for you…” the Ultimate Weapon bore down on the Clutch while simultaneously scrubbing her rack against Collins’ back. “You’re not going anywhere until you’ve spit-shined my titAAAARRRRGHHHHHH!”
Hailey’d been running her trash talk through the champ’s left ear, a small but ultimately costly lapse because it allowed the Tennessee Terror to ‘smeck’ her right hand flat against the blonde’s unsuspecting face! Palm mashed against Kennedy’s nose, Harley Jo gouged her three middle fingers into opposing hairline while her thumb and pinkie did their worst at Hailey’s temples. “Feels to me like you’re already slobberin’ on my palm.” Collins grunted as she tried to crumple the blonde’s head like an eggshell. “Try not to overexert yourself, I don’t need dry lips scraping my assSSSEEEEERRRRHHH!”
Hailey snatched a huge handful of hair and pulled like she meant to take it as a trophy, unfortunately this only motivated Collins to squeeze that much harder. Refusing to abandon her own hold even as the brunette’s fingers dug at her skull, Kennedy clambered to her feet, thus forcing her rival to do the same. A few Kneelifts to the glutes made HJC groan and squirm in place, but she STILL wouldn’t release the Iron Claw. “Redneck bytch.” Hailey huffed. “Get your greasy hand outta my faOOOOOOWWWW!”
Harley Jo stamped on the challenger’s toes once, twice, three times, the lanky brunette finishing her attack with a nasty little twist of that ankle. “Why don’t you make me, thunder tiNNNGGGHH!”
The Ultimate Weapon relinquished the Half Nelson, took a giant step backward (which finally freed her face from the brunette’s grasp) and pulled on that captured wrist to spin the Southerner around and into-- PWAAAK!
Collins lashed out with a straight right hand that caught the blonde flush on the cheek! Hailey’s head snapped to the side, her feet crossed and her legs did some serious shimmying before the Vicious Volunteer slipped an arm between her legs and scooped her up onto the ball of her right shoulder. Right arm cinched around the Englishwoman’s waist, Collins curled her left hand into a fist and bounced half a dozen quick punches off the side of Kennedy’s skull. “Oh yeah, you’re almost ripe now, darlin’.” HJC said of the satisfying rap of knuckles on skull. “Don’t want to rush it though, not when there’s so much more fun to be had.”
“Put me down, slut.” Kennedy kicked her legs, trying to slide down the taller woman’s back. “I said put me doWHOAHUUUFFFHHHH!”
OVER THE SHOULDER GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ryYfVIJUJM
Harley Jo hupped the big blonde up off her perch and immediately dropped to one knee to THWHUMP the pit of Hailey’s stomach against her posted thigh! Retching and writhing in the wake of that nauseating maneuver, Kennedy fought her way to a seat only to groan in distress when Collins sat down full force on her upper thighs. Scooching in crotch on tummy, the Intercontinental Champion threaded her legs around Hailey’s waist and squeeeeeeeeeeeezed tight.
“Skinny skag.” Kennedy growled, hunched forward and countered Collins’ Scissors with a stern Bear Hug. “When are you going to learn you can’t squeeze me ouMMMMRRRRPPPPPHHHHH!”
The Witch of Razorback Holler buried her hands in Hailey’s hair and forced her face-first into the northern swell of the challenger’s own décolletage! “Guess it’s safe to admit I’ll never win a tank-top showdown with ya, darlin’.” Collins said with mock gravity. “But there’s nothin’ in the rules that says I can’t use your own tits against ya!” She jiggled Kennedy’s noggin back & forth, forcing the captured blonde to burble and hiss against the slopes she’d subjected Harley Jo to earlier in the fight.
Infuriated by the feel of that crushing jugg-weight against her (HER!) features, Hailey forced herself to near silence so she wouldn’t waste any more precious oxygen with such histrionics. In the same instant she tightened the coil of the Bear Hug, jostling it in half a dozen different directions before settling in for another round of tummy to tummy attrition.
Collins rode it out with little more than a grunt, the Countricidal Maniac answering the end of Kennedy’s volley with another long, powerful constriction of those extended stems. “Not so much fun havin’ tits in your face, ehhh darlin’?” She used the hair-hold to scrub Hailey’s face once again. “Want to tap out before I put you eeeerrrrrhhhh… watch yourself, girl.”
Kennedy relinquished the Bear Hug, crooked her hands into claws and raaaaaaaaaaked up her foe’s back once, twice, three times. From there she PWAAAKED a pair of punches into the brunette’s ribs, then led with her thumbs, the Briton gouging and digging in the area of Collins’ kidneys. HJC gritted her teeth as long as she could, but when the pain got to be too much she yanked Kennedy’s mug out of that traitorous cleavage and promptly plastered a stern Forearm Smash across her mouth.
“Stop worryin’ at me.” the brunette demanded. “Unless you want to go to sleep bloodHHHUUURRRGGGGHHH!”
The Ultimate Weapon snaked her arms around Harley Jo’s chest in the blink of an eye, all the better to pull her into a second Bear Hug, one that brought her most dangerous assets to bear against the startled Southerner. “Did you really think you could put me out with my own rack?” Kennedy barked as her breasts began to overwhelm Collins’ meager resistance. “Dream on you hayseed ho. I’m going to crush those pathetic tits of yours against your sternum just because I can, then I’ll get started on that fugly faOOOWWWW let go you f*cking twat!”
Harley Jo, who’d recently helped herself to a double handful of Haley’s glittery black briefs, sawed the material that much higher between her rival’s glutes. This development seemed to please everyone save the challenger, so she redoubled her efforts to utterly flatten the Southerner’s modest artillery. Beaming at the pain she saw flicker across the taller woman’s face, Kennedy leaned in and cooed, “Beg for mercy, A-Cup. Otherwise I’ll make you WORSHIP these once the belt is around my waisAAAAAAAARRRHHH REFFFFFFFFH!”
The Vicious Volunteer reminded Hailey of the reason for that nickname by darting in over the breast battle to chomp down on the challenger’s nose! Already close by to better observe the action, Al called for an end to the infraction immediately, but Kennedy thought he was being far too lax so she broke the Hug and went for the brunette’s hair only to have Collins abandon the gnawing for a quick Headbutt between the eyes!
Vision blurred by the nefarious nasal attacks, Hailey couldn’t offer much resistance when Harley Jo loosened the Bodyscissors enough to maneuver the former World Champion over onto her stomach. Quick to seize Kennedy’s arms at the elbow, HJC snuggled into a seat in the hollow of Hailey’s back and drew those struggling arms backward across the planes of her thighs. “Normally I like to make my opponents quit to the body.” Collins explained once she’d tucked some hair behind her ears. “But tonight’s stipulation doesn’t allow for that sort of win, so why not change it up a bit?” She splayed her fingers wide, pressed them to the hapless hulk of Hailey’s juggs and began to squeeze with an intensity that made the Englishwoman bare her teeth in anguish.
“Stupid bytch.” she growled. “It’s a smother match. This won’t get it done eithEEERRRRRRHHHHHH!”
Harley Jo bore down again, the champion seemingly enthralled by the way Kennedy’s flesh ballooned in her hands. “Oh I know, sugar. But there’s nothing that’s stopping me from keeping you here until I get bored. You certainly seem to be enjoying yourself.”
The Witch of Razorback Holler let loose just long enough to deliver several quick swats to the underside of Kennedy’s suffering rack, a show of outright dominance that earned a loud roar from the crowd.
“Gonna take more than this amateur shyt to put my girls out of commission.” Hailey growled once Collins resumed her painful kneading. “They’ve still got more than enough to snuff out your title reign. And your tears are going to feel so refresOOOOOOHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHHK!”
Harley Jo gave her prey a real taste of what those talons could do and Kennedy didn’t appreciate the revelation in the slightest! “Don’t even think about trying to quit on me, tuff girl.” the champion threatened. “It’d be mighty embarrassing for someone with your rack to beg off when it wasn’t allowed. And I haven’t even twisted your--”
“Don’t even think about it, skag!” Hailey had managed a pair of awkward grips on the brunette’s wrists, though it didn’t seem to blunt Collins’ claws in the slightest. “Get into my top and I promise you’ll suffAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEE!”
Harley didn’t go beneath the top, she simply found her foe’s nipples through the thin material and gave each a vicious twist! “Listenin’ to you run your mouth is torture enough.” the brunette sniped in the midst of working her wrists in taut little circles. “So why don’t you go ahead and keep quiet unless you plan on begging for--”
Kennedy abandoned her counter-grip to wrap her arms around the champ’s upper thighs. Bicycling her legs hard enough to put some serious scuff marks on her pads, the Ultimate Weapon made it to one knee, then powered to full verticality with the surprised Southerner riding her back thanks to a makeshift Bodyscissors and those ever tenacious claws! Understanding Hailey’s plan as soon as the Brit started toward the far corner, HJC traded the dual claws for a Sleeper cinched tight beneath the point of her opponent’s jaw. The big blonde made no attempt to fight the Sleeper, she only picked up the pace until she was practically running. A few steps from the corner and she whipped around in a violent half-circle, all the better to BAWUUUNG Harley Jo spine-first against the thinly-sheathed steel rungs.
The Scissors digging into her ribs loosened to almost nothing, but Kennedy wasn’t satisfied with a single collision, so she stomped forward a few steps, then flung herself backward to pop the weakened lock in most emphatic fashion. Left slumped in the corner, still upright only by virtue of arms slung over the top rope, Collins was still fighting for breath when Hailey thum-thum-THUMPED a trio of twerk-ified Hip Checks into the pit of her stomach!
Smiling as she felt the brunette’s breath leaving her lungs in unpleasant little bursts, Kennedy sidled in on Harley Jo’s left side and threw her right arm around the taller woman’s shoulders. “You got to have more fun that a piece of trash like you deserves.” Hailey pecked a taunting kiss against the American’s cheek after she‘d walked them a step or two closer to center ring. “But now it’s time I put you down.”
“Yuuuhhh… you gonna talk about it or are ya gonna--”
Kennedy snapped backward with a gorgeous Russian Leg Sweep made all the nastier by dint of BWUUUNGING the base of Collins’ skull into the second turnbuckle!
PUT DOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2GWuuYKQsFA
Hailey thought about dragging the gangly tramp away from the corner until she saw the way her head lolled against the pad. “Don’t worry your pretty little head.” she swatted HJC’s fluttering tummy while admonishing her in a ridiculously exaggerated drawl. “I’ll be back to crush your pride before you know it!”
Bounding to her feet, the Ultimate Weapon strutted across the ring on a diagonal, the stroll finally allowing her a moment to fix those distended bottoms. Once there she whipped around and raced back the way she’d came, the powerful Briton remaining grounded until the last moment when she took to the skies in a low, gliding hop that ended with the full weight of her backside THWHUMPING the Tennessee Terror’s chest. The Bronco Buster was always good for a pop and Hailey’s example proved no exception, especially because she grabbed hold of the top rope and used it to continue the butt-bouncing barrage for a good five seconds or so.
It was only when she stretched her legs out full length and crossed her ankles beneath the short length of steel that connected the turnbuckles to the ring-post that the FAWNatics understood the champion was in dire jeopardy. Still holding the top rope for leverage, Kennedy thrust her hips forward and squeeeeeeeeeezed, the muscles in her thighs shredding into sharp relief even as Collins snuffled and sputtered against the center of the trunks.
“What’s the matter, hillbilly?” Hailey’s tone was mocking, slightly breathy as she treated Harley Jo like her very own mechanical bull. “Did you really think I could only put you out with my rack? Well let me show you how wrong you are.”
The curvaceous challenger continued to rock in place, swishing her hips back and forth across Collins’ chest while keeping her undercarriage snug against the struggling wrestler’s mouth and nose. And Harley Jo did struggle, lets be very clear on that. She pushed and clawed at the Briton’s buttocks and thighs, then shifted her focus to Kennedy’s encroaching tummy when the Scissors refused to open. Hailey endured the scratches and welts without so much as a word of complaint, indeed the resistance made her put more power into the Scissors and she beamed from ear to ear when Collins let out a panicked little ‘MMMMMRRRRRPPPHHH!’ against those glitter-dusted bottoms.
“That’s right, your scrawny ass is busted.” Kennedy pulled one hand off the ropes to rake it through her hair. “Just go to sleep against my trunks and you’ll wake up just in time to see the new Intercontinental Champion blot you out with her tiOOOOWWWWW F*CK!”
Harley Jo didn’t have the position or the leverage to actually break the challenger’s Scissors, she could however twist her head ever so slightly to one side, which in turn allowed her to sink her teeth into Kennedy’s inner thigh! Instinctively breaking the Scissors to get away from those grinding jaws, Hailey regained her composure within seconds and made the brunette pay for her insolence with a NASTY Soccer Kick administered between Collins’ thighs!
Already gasping for breath after the abrupt cessation of those Scissors, Harley Jo wailed like a tea kettle and very well might’ve curled into a ball if Hailey hadn’t caught a double handful of hair and dragged her to a knock-kneed verticality. “Could’ve gone out nice and quiet, but no, you had to make a big noise.” Kennedy CRAAACKED the brunette’s face with a slap, followed it with a few Kneelifts to the belly. The Vicious Volunteer doubled up, tried to clinch, but Hailey stuffed her back against the buckles, then put a shoulder in her gut and muscled her into a seat on the top turnbuckle. From there the blonde bombshell climbed the corner until both feet were balanced precariously on the top rope. Holding Collins’ noggin for extra support, Hailey blew a taunting kiss to the crowd just before she hopped up, ‘smecked’ her legs around HJC’s head and torqued her hips to sling the Destroyer halfway across the ring with Avalanche Frankensteiner that THAWHAMMED her flat against the deck!
AVALANCHE FRANKENSTEINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t5l2t2QFOQ8
Harley sat up on impact, one hand flying to the small of her back, the other tending to her abused nethers. She was still nursing these aches when Kennedy stormed over and buried a hand in her hair. “Time to break a bytch!” she told the crowd while dragging the champion to boot-leather. Wedging Collins’ head under her left arm before Carpenter could whine about the hair-pull, Hailey slipped her arms under the taller woman’s biceps and locked her hands between Harley Jo’s shoulders to secure the Double Under--
The Witch of Razorback Holler dropped to one knee half a heartbeat before Kennedy would’ve hauled her into the inescapable trap of the Bytch Breaker. The former World Champion shook her head ‘no’. “Too late for that now, slag. First I’ll break you. Then I’ll smother you.” She dragged Collins’ near dead weight back to her feet and dipped her hips to--
Harley went to one knee again, blocking the finisher with maddening efficiency. “Bytch, if you sandbag me one more time I’ll AARRRRRHHHH!”
The resourceful champion brought her teeth to bear again, this time against the vulnerable flesh just beneath her attacker’s left arm. Breaking the S-Grip so she could hammer half a dozen Forearm Smashes down atop Collins’ shoulders, Kennedy straightened the brunette up, then leaned to one side so she could wrap her arms around Harley’s midsection and spin her around one-hundred and eighty degrees. Triumphant features framed by her prey’s slightly splayed stems, Hailey barked, “Bite me now, skag! Go ahead, try to bite me NNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Harley Jo couldn’t bite, so she bounced her right knee between the Englishwoman’s eyes half a dozen times! Hailey still didn’t let go, but that was ok because HJC threw on a Waistlock of her own and thrashed her legs until she tipped backward to land on her feet with Kennedy now upended in the Tombstone position!
“I’ve already had a taste and I’m not inclined to sample any more.” Harley Jo huffed. “But if you’re looking for something to chew on…”
Collins bent her knees and pulled up fast to swing the buxom Englishwoman up and away from her chest. Just like that she dropped backward and pulled her knees in tight so that the Ultimate Weapon THWHUMPED down full-force on those pointy joints! Hailey bounced away from the impact, arms crossed tight over her prodigious chest, both feet pattering against the canvas.
TOMBSTONE LUNGBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rpWJOezl8WM
With the challenger’s defenses quite scrambled, Collins helped herself to handful of hair and peeled Kennedy off the mat just long enough to draw her into a Standing Headscissors. This was followed by a Double Underhook of her own and a raucous cheer from the crowd when the brunette flipped her burden upside down. “Guess I don’t have the goods to hang with you chest to chest.” Harley Jo admitted as she turned in a slow circle. “But I’ll bet on my knees over your tits any day of the week.” Kennedy’s presumed reply never made it off her lips because Collins swung her down and laid out, the lanky brunette once again drawing both knees high to crush even more air from her opponent’s lungs!
ACE OF SPADES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZrshSobqt1M
Flopped onto her back in a gaping sprawl in the wake of those lungblowing monstrosities, Hailey still retained the presence of mind to cross her arms over her chest when Harley Jo sidled up beside her. Unfortunately the Tennessee Terror was after a different target, as Kennedy only discovered after Harley swung one long leg over her head and sat down atop her face.
“Mmmmppppphhhhh!” Hailey reached up, tried to push at the Southerner’s haunches so Collins grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the mat. A little bit of adjusting trapped Kennedy’s biceps beneath Harley’s shins, leaving the blonde with no recourse but to slide from side to side or bridge, the latter task made almost impossible thanks to the crooked threat of the champion’s claws.
“How’s the sugar taste now, darlin’?” Collins asked of the burbling Brit. Bet it tastes even better after a long, hot fight.”
“EEEEERRRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!” Hailey wailed in muffled disgust, the noise registering as a pleasant low thrum against Harley Jo’s trunks. She bridged abruptly, so Collins pounded a fist into her tummy, then turned it into a claw for good measure. “STAAAAAAHHHHHHHHB!” the heels of the Brit’s boots scuffled a frantic tattoo against the mat. “AYECAAHNDBREEEEAAFFH!”
Harley slapped her own glutes, letting ‘em jostle and bounce atop her prey’s defenseless mug. “Had enough sugar for one night, darlin’?”
Kennedy blanched at the thought of the IC title slipping through her fingers, but surrendering consciousness in the presence of this maniac was even worse, so after several more seconds she began tapping the mat as fast as she could. Al saw it and signaled for the bell, which CLANGED immediately thereafter.
Rising to her feet, the victrix placed a boot on Hailey’s chest and ‘flicked’ her trunks into place while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL the FAWN Intercontinental Champion… HARLEY JO COLLINS!”
Al offered her the belt and Collins accepted, hoisting it one handed so she could bust out a flexed bicep as well. “That was last call for the Ultimate Weapon.” HJC told the camera when it drew in close. “Anyone else got a match they think I can’t win? Because I’d love to prove you wrong.”
HAILEY KENNEDY:
The throng that jeered her arrival still found the time for a grudging moment to marvel at the sheer beauty of this physical specimen. Love her or hate her--and make no mistake, most people fell into the latter camp--there was no denying her splendor or, on a more obvious level, her juggs. The buxom Brit stood with hands on hips, thrusting, purposefully or otherwise, her assets forward. What she gave up in height advantage against the champ she more than made up for with that vaunted rack, her legendary 32E's straining mightily against her pink bikini top. Kennedy sauntered down the aisle, the busty bombshell exuding complete confidence with every step. As she made her way toward the ring, a number of fans along the aisle come to realize that while her bosom received plentiful attention her backside was quite spectacular as well, framed by a matching pair of bikini bottoms, the waistband adored with a sequined trim.
Reaching ringside, Hailey stopped in front of the steps, a knowing smile forming on her lips as the lyrics from her accompaniment
"Relax while you're closing your eyes to me,
So warm as I'm setting you free,
With your arms by your side there's no struggling,
Pleasure's all mine this time..."
Again without the slightest sign of trepidation, Hailey ascended the ring steps, slipped through the ropes and into the ring. Slowing to a halt in the middle of the ring, the Ultimate Weapon turned to the hard camera and started to strap an invisible belt around her waist before waggling one finger ‘no, no, no’. She repeated the gesture albeit several inches higher, Kennedy cinching that invisible gold snug across those dangerous curves. “You’re done, hayseed.” she told the camera. “I’m not going to smother you, I’m going to CRUSH you.” Thus satisfied with her pre-fight preparations, Hailey headed to the far corner, where Al Carpenter quickly checked her pads and boots.
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Jackson, Tennessee she stands at five feet ten inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-eight pounds, she is the Tennessee Terror, the Witch of Razorback Holler and the current FAWN Intercontinental Champion, this is HARLEY JO COLLINS!”
SHINE DOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xACHH5-QwY
HARLEY JO COLLINS:
Accompanied by Godsmack, some Jameson and the title belt that she’d defended against all comers since last fall, Harley Jo Collins herownself strode through the curtain and raised the leather and gold with one hand. Nodding her thanks at the round of applause, the Countrycidal Maniac toasted the belt with her libation, then took a long swig before heading down the ramp. As per usual her pre-match armor remained the same regardless of the weather, a pair of ancient denim overalls that’d accompanied her to no less than six continents.
Eyes honed on the former World Champion, Harley Jo didn’t break her gaze while she climbed the steel steps, when she took a strong slug of her drink or even when she put a hand to her shoulder and undid the clasps on the overalls, leaving them in a puddle at her feet. Stripped to the essentials, she wore a black fightin’ rumble-kini, white pads and plain black boots. From there she slid under the bottom rope, pushed to her feet and strode to the middle of the ring to raise the belt one more time. Elsewhere Hailey ran a finger over her décolletage, then pointed at Collins’ nose. Harley smiled, kissed the fingertips of her other hand and casually swatted them against her own backside. That got an aggressive step from the Englishwoman and HJC was quick to match her, but both challenger and champion cleared off when Al Carpenter moved between them. Mildly disappointed, Collins draped her belt over the ref’s shoulder, then backed into the opposite corner to await his final inspection.
Hailey came off the buckles at the sound of the bell. This didn’t surprise Harley Jo in the slightest, she had yet to meet a JMD specialist that didn’t prefer to approach like a runaway bulldozer. The Intercontinental Champion didn’t fault her such a strategy and she was more than happy to engage the curvy Briton in the middle of the ring, but Collins made a point to come out at an angle, thus forcing Kennedy to turn with her if she wanted to keep the brunette framed dead ahead. Hailey did and she pivoted with Collins accordingly, though she also kept the pressure on continuing her forward progress.
Harley Jo noted this, planted on her back foot and raised both hands to shoulder level for a Lock-Up. Hailey took the bait and lunged for the Southerner only to smirk in displeasure when HJC dipped beneath her questing hands and went behind to secure a snug Waistlock. Digging the knot of her hands into Kennedy’s belly, Collins set her feet and hauled up, meaning to get the Brit off her feet for a quick Takedown. She succeeded in the former, not so much the latter, as Hailey clamped down on the champ’s wrists and bore down to return to the deck with a heavy little ‘thump’.
“What’s the matter, pretty girl?” Kennedy grunted when Harley Jo dug the point of her chin into the side of the challenger’s neck. “Afraid it won’t go so well for you if we do this chest to chest?”
“Didn’t want to humble your girls too early, that’s all.” Collins dragged her knuckles back and forth across Hailey’s tummy, drawing a breathy grunt from the challenger.
“You really think those B-cups have any chance against me?” Kennedy freed one hand to throw an elbow over her shoulder, but Harley Jo drew out of reach, then made her pay for the miss with another painful chin gouge.
“I’ve got more than enough to shut you up.” the brunette drawled in her foe’s ear. “But for the sake of contrast I do believe I’ll finish you off from the other OOOFFFFHH!”
Hailey finally prized Collins’ hands apart, but rather than try for a Snapmare or a go-behind of her own the Englishwoman drew her hips forward and THWHUMPED them back into the pit of Harley Jo’s stomach! The Vicious Volunteer’s tush flew backward as she lost her wind, meaning she was off balance with defenses scrambled when Kennedy caught her in a Three Quarters Facelock and deftly flipped the champ over her shoulder and onto her butt.
Harley Jo was still slouching forward from the impact when the Ultimate Weapon reared back and CRAAACKED a Knife-Edge Chop between her shoulders! Collins cried out, cried out again after Hailey ‘smecked’ her hands down on either side of the brunette’s neck for a tight Nerve Claw. “Don’t worry, I know she can’t quit this early.” Kennedy cooed to Al Carpenter. “I just wanted to make sure our proud champion knows what she was up against.” With that she leaned forward and jostled her breasts against the back of Harley Jo’s head in a sort of Reverse Motorboat that got a salacious cheer from those privy to the best angle.
Collins bared her teeth more from the pain in her shoulders, though she certainly didn’t appreciate the Brit’s curves smacking her head either. “Gonna take more than a big rack to intimidate me, darlin’. And a helluva lot more than your press-on nails to keep me down for ERRRHHHH!”
Hailey went up on tiptoes, then dropped to one knee to drive the posted joint into her opponent’s back. “This isn’t supposed to keep you down, it’s supposed to soften you up.” Kennedy cooed in the taller woman’s ear. “Make sure you’re nice and docile when it’s finally time to smother you NGH! NGH! NGH!”
The Tennessee Terror curled one hand around the back of Hailey’s head to hold her steady while the other pounded a trio of awkward shots into the blonde’s forehead. It wasn’t quite enough to break the Nerve Claw outright, it did however loosen Kennedy’s grip enough for Collins to try to rise once she’s laced her hands across the back of the Englishwoman’s head. Well aware that her chin was snug against the point of Collins’ right shoulder, Hailey gave the grip one more squeeze before she relinquished it and SMACKED HJC’S exposed midsection with both hands!
Harley’s ascent hit some turbulence, just enough for the challenger to thwart the would-be Jawbreaker with a tight Full Nelson that forced the Southerner’s chest deep into her own décolletage. “Go ahead and take stock while you’re down there.” Kennedy muttered as she wrenched the simple hold back & forth. “I think a little honest self evaluation will tell you why there’s no chance you’re walking out with the gold tonOOOWWW!”
Harley Jo raised her left foot and scraaaaaaped that heel down the challenger’s left shin en route to stamping on her toes! A second boot scrape weakened Kennedy’s grip enough for the lanky brunette to TWHUNK a rough Headbutt between her attacker’s eyes and thus break the Nelson entirely. Treating herself to a double handful of hair rather than the traditional Three Quarters Facelock, Collins flipped Hailey onto her tush with a retaliatory Snapmare, then cupped her chin in her right hand and drew her head back so she could thwhack-thwhack-THWHACK a trio of heavy Overhand Forearm Smashes across her opponent’s vaunted chest!
Kennedy snarled, twisted onto one knee only to take a cuffing Crossface punch to the jaw that set her back on her butt. Not the best place to be under ideal circumstances, Hailey’s position grew all the more dire when Harley Jo clamped down on her shoulders and stretched the big blonde flat on her back. Just like that Collins dropped to her knees, shins grinding against the challenger’s biceps, those black-sheathed glutes snug against Kennedy’s upturned mug!
The response from audience and challenger was equally intense, with the FAWNatics bounding to their feet with a singular roar while the challenger bucked and jolted like she’d just been touched with a live wire. Grinning wide as Hailey’s infuriated shrieks buzzed against her trunks, Collins swatted at the Brit’s belly, then delivered a few light punches when Kennedy tried to bridge. “Enjoying your first taste of Tennessee sugar, darlin?’” Collins teased as she snuggled down atop her perch. “Bet it tastes like I’ve got more than just a fightin’ chance, doesn’t EEERRRRRRRHHHH!”
Kennedy twisted her arms free from the brunette’s trap, then grabbed hold of her waistband and TUGGED until HJC was forced to abandon the smother.
On her feet in an instant, Hailey didn’t even bother to swipe at her smudged features, instead she launched herself at the Witch of Razorback Holler. Harley saw it coming and hopped backward to brunt the worst of the impact but tending to the wedgie meant she was already off balance and she was practically folded in half around the blonde’s encroaching shoulder. Cinching her arms around the taller woman’s upper thighs, Kennedy hoisted Harley Jo onto her shoulder like a bag of laundry so she could barrel the both of ‘em into the far corner with a resounding BWUUUNG!
Straightening up immediately thereafter the challenger paintbrushed Collins’ cheeks with a pair of Bytch Slaps, then grabbed the brunette’s arms and draped them over the top rope. Still not done, she reclaimed Harley’s wrists and pulled forward to put hard strain on her shoulders and biceps while also ensuring there was no way for her to defend against the truncated Avalanche Splash Kennedy THAWHAPPED against her chest and belly.
“I hope you enjoyed that little moment in the sun, bytch.” the Ultimate Weapon growled after two more Splashes. “Because it’s very, very dark where you’re going.”
With that she abandoned the Wristlocks and strapped her arms around the back of Collins’ skull, all the better to pull the squirming battler deep into the fulsome furnace of her cleavage! Harley Jo gave voice to an angry, muffled squeal and stamped in place, but rather than grab the ropes for a break she curled her fingers into talons and raaaaaaaaaaked the challenger’s flanks and back before laying in half a dozen short, shiv-like punches in above each hip. Hailey sneered, shook her head ‘no’ and made a point of bending the champion’s nose against her sternum. “So are you too tuff to grab the ropes or just too stupid?” she asked the gaping Southerner. “Whimper for tuff and snuffle for stupWHOOOAAHHNNNNGGGHH!”
The Witch of Razorback Holler answered in much more emphatic fashion, namely wrapping both arms around the blonde’s waist and muscling her into the air with a snug Bear Hug! Not about to be muscled around when she could feel Collins’ wheezing against her curves, Kennedy repaid squeeze for squeeze with a Scissors cinched around her foe’s waist, alas she’d barely crossed her ankles when HJC stomped forward, whipped around and BWUNGED her against the roughly-padded steel!
Credit to the tenacity of Hailey Kennedy, her Scissors might’ve popped open but the Front Sleeper didn’t go anywhere, in fact she cupped her own elbows and puuuuuuulled all the tighter. “Breathe your last, bytch!” the Ultimate Weapon demanded while one cheek rested on the crown of Collins’ skull. “Right now, before your knees give UGH! UGH! EEERRRGGGGHHH!”
Harley pounded a pair of Kneelifts into her attacker’s tummy, then followed with a double Belly Claw that had the blonde groaning in gut-shot distress. Even so, oxygen debt was beginning to accumulate, so after several seconds of kneading and churning the Vicious Volunteer slipped a foot over the bottom rope and mumbled, “BREAGH!”
Al hurried over and tapped Kennedy on the shoulder. “All right Hailey, release the hold and raise your hands. I want a clean break!”
The former World Champion shook her head in defiance. “Not unless she breaks her grip too!”
The ref tapped Collins on the shoulder. “Same goes for you, Harley Jo. I’m going to count to three and both of you will break your grips, understand? ONE! TWO! THREE!”
Champion and challenger actually did as bade, though the incensed, flushed looks on their faces confirmed the sportsmanship was done with the utmost disdain. “Thought your juggs were supposed to be inescapable, darlin’.” the brunette huffed. “Felt like I was getting worked over by two Hefty bags stuffed with puddNNNGGGHHH!”
Hailey did a little stuffing of her own in the form of a Kneelift jammed between the taller woman’s thighs. Catching Collins’ noggin in a Front Facelock immediately thereafter, Kennedy hopped into a seat on the top turnbuckle, braced her feet against the middle rope and pushed off and through a gorgeous half circle that ended with her THWONKING Harley Jo’s skull into the canvas courtesy a Tornado DDT!
TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uiWQBmGdN_0
Collins rolled through to a slumped seat and might’ve tumbled onto one side if the curvy Briton hadn’t hooked a Half Nelson on the brunette’s left arm, then reached over with her right hand and pulled the limb across her throat to complete the Cobra Clutch!
COBRA CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gf8bEXrpHV4
“Don’t think I’m going to put you down with this, luv.” Hailey muttered in HJC’s ear. “You’ve still got a date with the Twins, I’m just going to soften you up a little first.” She jostled the hold from side to side before leaaaaaaning into Harley’s shoulders to make sure she felt every bit of the challenger’s power.
Collins grimaced, shook a finger at Al to make sure he didn’t waste her time with any stupid questions. “Suuuuhhhh… sounds to me like you’re feeling a little intimidated because the Wonder Bra couldn’t finish me off the first time NNNNGGGGHHH!”
Hailey stood as best she could without letting Harley Jo leave the mat just so she could THUMP a single knee between the Southerner’s shoulders. “I know what you’re trying to do, loser.” Kennedy cooed in her foe’s ear. “You’re trying to distract me. Hoping I’ll make a mistake and let you climb back into this match like the cockroach you are. But I’ve got news for you…” the Ultimate Weapon bore down on the Clutch while simultaneously scrubbing her rack against Collins’ back. “You’re not going anywhere until you’ve spit-shined my titAAAARRRRGHHHHHH!”
Hailey’d been running her trash talk through the champ’s left ear, a small but ultimately costly lapse because it allowed the Tennessee Terror to ‘smeck’ her right hand flat against the blonde’s unsuspecting face! Palm mashed against Kennedy’s nose, Harley Jo gouged her three middle fingers into opposing hairline while her thumb and pinkie did their worst at Hailey’s temples. “Feels to me like you’re already slobberin’ on my palm.” Collins grunted as she tried to crumple the blonde’s head like an eggshell. “Try not to overexert yourself, I don’t need dry lips scraping my assSSSEEEEERRRRHHH!”
Hailey snatched a huge handful of hair and pulled like she meant to take it as a trophy, unfortunately this only motivated Collins to squeeze that much harder. Refusing to abandon her own hold even as the brunette’s fingers dug at her skull, Kennedy clambered to her feet, thus forcing her rival to do the same. A few Kneelifts to the glutes made HJC groan and squirm in place, but she STILL wouldn’t release the Iron Claw. “Redneck bytch.” Hailey huffed. “Get your greasy hand outta my faOOOOOOWWWW!”
Harley Jo stamped on the challenger’s toes once, twice, three times, the lanky brunette finishing her attack with a nasty little twist of that ankle. “Why don’t you make me, thunder tiNNNGGGHH!”
The Ultimate Weapon relinquished the Half Nelson, took a giant step backward (which finally freed her face from the brunette’s grasp) and pulled on that captured wrist to spin the Southerner around and into-- PWAAAK!
Collins lashed out with a straight right hand that caught the blonde flush on the cheek! Hailey’s head snapped to the side, her feet crossed and her legs did some serious shimmying before the Vicious Volunteer slipped an arm between her legs and scooped her up onto the ball of her right shoulder. Right arm cinched around the Englishwoman’s waist, Collins curled her left hand into a fist and bounced half a dozen quick punches off the side of Kennedy’s skull. “Oh yeah, you’re almost ripe now, darlin’.” HJC said of the satisfying rap of knuckles on skull. “Don’t want to rush it though, not when there’s so much more fun to be had.”
“Put me down, slut.” Kennedy kicked her legs, trying to slide down the taller woman’s back. “I said put me doWHOAHUUUFFFHHHH!”
OVER THE SHOULDER GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ryYfVIJUJM
Harley Jo hupped the big blonde up off her perch and immediately dropped to one knee to THWHUMP the pit of Hailey’s stomach against her posted thigh! Retching and writhing in the wake of that nauseating maneuver, Kennedy fought her way to a seat only to groan in distress when Collins sat down full force on her upper thighs. Scooching in crotch on tummy, the Intercontinental Champion threaded her legs around Hailey’s waist and squeeeeeeeeeeeezed tight.
“Skinny skag.” Kennedy growled, hunched forward and countered Collins’ Scissors with a stern Bear Hug. “When are you going to learn you can’t squeeze me ouMMMMRRRRPPPPPHHHHH!”
The Witch of Razorback Holler buried her hands in Hailey’s hair and forced her face-first into the northern swell of the challenger’s own décolletage! “Guess it’s safe to admit I’ll never win a tank-top showdown with ya, darlin’.” Collins said with mock gravity. “But there’s nothin’ in the rules that says I can’t use your own tits against ya!” She jiggled Kennedy’s noggin back & forth, forcing the captured blonde to burble and hiss against the slopes she’d subjected Harley Jo to earlier in the fight.
Infuriated by the feel of that crushing jugg-weight against her (HER!) features, Hailey forced herself to near silence so she wouldn’t waste any more precious oxygen with such histrionics. In the same instant she tightened the coil of the Bear Hug, jostling it in half a dozen different directions before settling in for another round of tummy to tummy attrition.
Collins rode it out with little more than a grunt, the Countricidal Maniac answering the end of Kennedy’s volley with another long, powerful constriction of those extended stems. “Not so much fun havin’ tits in your face, ehhh darlin’?” She used the hair-hold to scrub Hailey’s face once again. “Want to tap out before I put you eeeerrrrrhhhh… watch yourself, girl.”
Kennedy relinquished the Bear Hug, crooked her hands into claws and raaaaaaaaaaked up her foe’s back once, twice, three times. From there she PWAAAKED a pair of punches into the brunette’s ribs, then led with her thumbs, the Briton gouging and digging in the area of Collins’ kidneys. HJC gritted her teeth as long as she could, but when the pain got to be too much she yanked Kennedy’s mug out of that traitorous cleavage and promptly plastered a stern Forearm Smash across her mouth.
“Stop worryin’ at me.” the brunette demanded. “Unless you want to go to sleep bloodHHHUUURRRGGGGHHH!”
The Ultimate Weapon snaked her arms around Harley Jo’s chest in the blink of an eye, all the better to pull her into a second Bear Hug, one that brought her most dangerous assets to bear against the startled Southerner. “Did you really think you could put me out with my own rack?” Kennedy barked as her breasts began to overwhelm Collins’ meager resistance. “Dream on you hayseed ho. I’m going to crush those pathetic tits of yours against your sternum just because I can, then I’ll get started on that fugly faOOOWWWW let go you f*cking twat!”
Harley Jo, who’d recently helped herself to a double handful of Haley’s glittery black briefs, sawed the material that much higher between her rival’s glutes. This development seemed to please everyone save the challenger, so she redoubled her efforts to utterly flatten the Southerner’s modest artillery. Beaming at the pain she saw flicker across the taller woman’s face, Kennedy leaned in and cooed, “Beg for mercy, A-Cup. Otherwise I’ll make you WORSHIP these once the belt is around my waisAAAAAAAARRRHHH REFFFFFFFFH!”
The Vicious Volunteer reminded Hailey of the reason for that nickname by darting in over the breast battle to chomp down on the challenger’s nose! Already close by to better observe the action, Al called for an end to the infraction immediately, but Kennedy thought he was being far too lax so she broke the Hug and went for the brunette’s hair only to have Collins abandon the gnawing for a quick Headbutt between the eyes!
Vision blurred by the nefarious nasal attacks, Hailey couldn’t offer much resistance when Harley Jo loosened the Bodyscissors enough to maneuver the former World Champion over onto her stomach. Quick to seize Kennedy’s arms at the elbow, HJC snuggled into a seat in the hollow of Hailey’s back and drew those struggling arms backward across the planes of her thighs. “Normally I like to make my opponents quit to the body.” Collins explained once she’d tucked some hair behind her ears. “But tonight’s stipulation doesn’t allow for that sort of win, so why not change it up a bit?” She splayed her fingers wide, pressed them to the hapless hulk of Hailey’s juggs and began to squeeze with an intensity that made the Englishwoman bare her teeth in anguish.
“Stupid bytch.” she growled. “It’s a smother match. This won’t get it done eithEEERRRRRRHHHHHH!”
Harley Jo bore down again, the champion seemingly enthralled by the way Kennedy’s flesh ballooned in her hands. “Oh I know, sugar. But there’s nothing that’s stopping me from keeping you here until I get bored. You certainly seem to be enjoying yourself.”
The Witch of Razorback Holler let loose just long enough to deliver several quick swats to the underside of Kennedy’s suffering rack, a show of outright dominance that earned a loud roar from the crowd.
“Gonna take more than this amateur shyt to put my girls out of commission.” Hailey growled once Collins resumed her painful kneading. “They’ve still got more than enough to snuff out your title reign. And your tears are going to feel so refresOOOOOOHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHHK!”
Harley Jo gave her prey a real taste of what those talons could do and Kennedy didn’t appreciate the revelation in the slightest! “Don’t even think about trying to quit on me, tuff girl.” the champion threatened. “It’d be mighty embarrassing for someone with your rack to beg off when it wasn’t allowed. And I haven’t even twisted your--”
“Don’t even think about it, skag!” Hailey had managed a pair of awkward grips on the brunette’s wrists, though it didn’t seem to blunt Collins’ claws in the slightest. “Get into my top and I promise you’ll suffAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEE!”
Harley didn’t go beneath the top, she simply found her foe’s nipples through the thin material and gave each a vicious twist! “Listenin’ to you run your mouth is torture enough.” the brunette sniped in the midst of working her wrists in taut little circles. “So why don’t you go ahead and keep quiet unless you plan on begging for--”
Kennedy abandoned her counter-grip to wrap her arms around the champ’s upper thighs. Bicycling her legs hard enough to put some serious scuff marks on her pads, the Ultimate Weapon made it to one knee, then powered to full verticality with the surprised Southerner riding her back thanks to a makeshift Bodyscissors and those ever tenacious claws! Understanding Hailey’s plan as soon as the Brit started toward the far corner, HJC traded the dual claws for a Sleeper cinched tight beneath the point of her opponent’s jaw. The big blonde made no attempt to fight the Sleeper, she only picked up the pace until she was practically running. A few steps from the corner and she whipped around in a violent half-circle, all the better to BAWUUUNG Harley Jo spine-first against the thinly-sheathed steel rungs.
The Scissors digging into her ribs loosened to almost nothing, but Kennedy wasn’t satisfied with a single collision, so she stomped forward a few steps, then flung herself backward to pop the weakened lock in most emphatic fashion. Left slumped in the corner, still upright only by virtue of arms slung over the top rope, Collins was still fighting for breath when Hailey thum-thum-THUMPED a trio of twerk-ified Hip Checks into the pit of her stomach!
Smiling as she felt the brunette’s breath leaving her lungs in unpleasant little bursts, Kennedy sidled in on Harley Jo’s left side and threw her right arm around the taller woman’s shoulders. “You got to have more fun that a piece of trash like you deserves.” Hailey pecked a taunting kiss against the American’s cheek after she‘d walked them a step or two closer to center ring. “But now it’s time I put you down.”
“Yuuuhhh… you gonna talk about it or are ya gonna--”
Kennedy snapped backward with a gorgeous Russian Leg Sweep made all the nastier by dint of BWUUUNGING the base of Collins’ skull into the second turnbuckle!
PUT DOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2GWuuYKQsFA
Hailey thought about dragging the gangly tramp away from the corner until she saw the way her head lolled against the pad. “Don’t worry your pretty little head.” she swatted HJC’s fluttering tummy while admonishing her in a ridiculously exaggerated drawl. “I’ll be back to crush your pride before you know it!”
Bounding to her feet, the Ultimate Weapon strutted across the ring on a diagonal, the stroll finally allowing her a moment to fix those distended bottoms. Once there she whipped around and raced back the way she’d came, the powerful Briton remaining grounded until the last moment when she took to the skies in a low, gliding hop that ended with the full weight of her backside THWHUMPING the Tennessee Terror’s chest. The Bronco Buster was always good for a pop and Hailey’s example proved no exception, especially because she grabbed hold of the top rope and used it to continue the butt-bouncing barrage for a good five seconds or so.
It was only when she stretched her legs out full length and crossed her ankles beneath the short length of steel that connected the turnbuckles to the ring-post that the FAWNatics understood the champion was in dire jeopardy. Still holding the top rope for leverage, Kennedy thrust her hips forward and squeeeeeeeeeezed, the muscles in her thighs shredding into sharp relief even as Collins snuffled and sputtered against the center of the trunks.
“What’s the matter, hillbilly?” Hailey’s tone was mocking, slightly breathy as she treated Harley Jo like her very own mechanical bull. “Did you really think I could only put you out with my rack? Well let me show you how wrong you are.”
The curvaceous challenger continued to rock in place, swishing her hips back and forth across Collins’ chest while keeping her undercarriage snug against the struggling wrestler’s mouth and nose. And Harley Jo did struggle, lets be very clear on that. She pushed and clawed at the Briton’s buttocks and thighs, then shifted her focus to Kennedy’s encroaching tummy when the Scissors refused to open. Hailey endured the scratches and welts without so much as a word of complaint, indeed the resistance made her put more power into the Scissors and she beamed from ear to ear when Collins let out a panicked little ‘MMMMMRRRRRPPPHHH!’ against those glitter-dusted bottoms.
“That’s right, your scrawny ass is busted.” Kennedy pulled one hand off the ropes to rake it through her hair. “Just go to sleep against my trunks and you’ll wake up just in time to see the new Intercontinental Champion blot you out with her tiOOOOWWWWW F*CK!”
Harley Jo didn’t have the position or the leverage to actually break the challenger’s Scissors, she could however twist her head ever so slightly to one side, which in turn allowed her to sink her teeth into Kennedy’s inner thigh! Instinctively breaking the Scissors to get away from those grinding jaws, Hailey regained her composure within seconds and made the brunette pay for her insolence with a NASTY Soccer Kick administered between Collins’ thighs!
Already gasping for breath after the abrupt cessation of those Scissors, Harley Jo wailed like a tea kettle and very well might’ve curled into a ball if Hailey hadn’t caught a double handful of hair and dragged her to a knock-kneed verticality. “Could’ve gone out nice and quiet, but no, you had to make a big noise.” Kennedy CRAAACKED the brunette’s face with a slap, followed it with a few Kneelifts to the belly. The Vicious Volunteer doubled up, tried to clinch, but Hailey stuffed her back against the buckles, then put a shoulder in her gut and muscled her into a seat on the top turnbuckle. From there the blonde bombshell climbed the corner until both feet were balanced precariously on the top rope. Holding Collins’ noggin for extra support, Hailey blew a taunting kiss to the crowd just before she hopped up, ‘smecked’ her legs around HJC’s head and torqued her hips to sling the Destroyer halfway across the ring with Avalanche Frankensteiner that THAWHAMMED her flat against the deck!
AVALANCHE FRANKENSTEINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t5l2t2QFOQ8
Harley sat up on impact, one hand flying to the small of her back, the other tending to her abused nethers. She was still nursing these aches when Kennedy stormed over and buried a hand in her hair. “Time to break a bytch!” she told the crowd while dragging the champion to boot-leather. Wedging Collins’ head under her left arm before Carpenter could whine about the hair-pull, Hailey slipped her arms under the taller woman’s biceps and locked her hands between Harley Jo’s shoulders to secure the Double Under--
The Witch of Razorback Holler dropped to one knee half a heartbeat before Kennedy would’ve hauled her into the inescapable trap of the Bytch Breaker. The former World Champion shook her head ‘no’. “Too late for that now, slag. First I’ll break you. Then I’ll smother you.” She dragged Collins’ near dead weight back to her feet and dipped her hips to--
Harley went to one knee again, blocking the finisher with maddening efficiency. “Bytch, if you sandbag me one more time I’ll AARRRRRHHHH!”
The resourceful champion brought her teeth to bear again, this time against the vulnerable flesh just beneath her attacker’s left arm. Breaking the S-Grip so she could hammer half a dozen Forearm Smashes down atop Collins’ shoulders, Kennedy straightened the brunette up, then leaned to one side so she could wrap her arms around Harley’s midsection and spin her around one-hundred and eighty degrees. Triumphant features framed by her prey’s slightly splayed stems, Hailey barked, “Bite me now, skag! Go ahead, try to bite me NNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Harley Jo couldn’t bite, so she bounced her right knee between the Englishwoman’s eyes half a dozen times! Hailey still didn’t let go, but that was ok because HJC threw on a Waistlock of her own and thrashed her legs until she tipped backward to land on her feet with Kennedy now upended in the Tombstone position!
“I’ve already had a taste and I’m not inclined to sample any more.” Harley Jo huffed. “But if you’re looking for something to chew on…”
Collins bent her knees and pulled up fast to swing the buxom Englishwoman up and away from her chest. Just like that she dropped backward and pulled her knees in tight so that the Ultimate Weapon THWHUMPED down full-force on those pointy joints! Hailey bounced away from the impact, arms crossed tight over her prodigious chest, both feet pattering against the canvas.
TOMBSTONE LUNGBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rpWJOezl8WM
With the challenger’s defenses quite scrambled, Collins helped herself to handful of hair and peeled Kennedy off the mat just long enough to draw her into a Standing Headscissors. This was followed by a Double Underhook of her own and a raucous cheer from the crowd when the brunette flipped her burden upside down. “Guess I don’t have the goods to hang with you chest to chest.” Harley Jo admitted as she turned in a slow circle. “But I’ll bet on my knees over your tits any day of the week.” Kennedy’s presumed reply never made it off her lips because Collins swung her down and laid out, the lanky brunette once again drawing both knees high to crush even more air from her opponent’s lungs!
ACE OF SPADES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZrshSobqt1M
Flopped onto her back in a gaping sprawl in the wake of those lungblowing monstrosities, Hailey still retained the presence of mind to cross her arms over her chest when Harley Jo sidled up beside her. Unfortunately the Tennessee Terror was after a different target, as Kennedy only discovered after Harley swung one long leg over her head and sat down atop her face.
“Mmmmppppphhhhh!” Hailey reached up, tried to push at the Southerner’s haunches so Collins grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the mat. A little bit of adjusting trapped Kennedy’s biceps beneath Harley’s shins, leaving the blonde with no recourse but to slide from side to side or bridge, the latter task made almost impossible thanks to the crooked threat of the champion’s claws.
“How’s the sugar taste now, darlin’?” Collins asked of the burbling Brit. Bet it tastes even better after a long, hot fight.”
“EEEEERRRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!” Hailey wailed in muffled disgust, the noise registering as a pleasant low thrum against Harley Jo’s trunks. She bridged abruptly, so Collins pounded a fist into her tummy, then turned it into a claw for good measure. “STAAAAAAHHHHHHHHB!” the heels of the Brit’s boots scuffled a frantic tattoo against the mat. “AYECAAHNDBREEEEAAFFH!”
Harley slapped her own glutes, letting ‘em jostle and bounce atop her prey’s defenseless mug. “Had enough sugar for one night, darlin’?”
Kennedy blanched at the thought of the IC title slipping through her fingers, but surrendering consciousness in the presence of this maniac was even worse, so after several more seconds she began tapping the mat as fast as she could. Al saw it and signaled for the bell, which CLANGED immediately thereafter.
Rising to her feet, the victrix placed a boot on Hailey’s chest and ‘flicked’ her trunks into place while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL the FAWN Intercontinental Champion… HARLEY JO COLLINS!”
Al offered her the belt and Collins accepted, hoisting it one handed so she could bust out a flexed bicep as well. “That was last call for the Ultimate Weapon.” HJC told the camera when it drew in close. “Anyone else got a match they think I can’t win? Because I’d love to prove you wrong.”