Post by hawkeye on Jun 11, 2020 1:10:47 GMT
The FAWN crowd readies itself for the Tag Team match. Backstage Ingrid Halstrom and Kolina Naslund wait to hear the beginning of their entrance music. Kolina says, “These Wild girls aren’t afraid to get dirty.” Ingrid checking her wrist tape nods adding, “They jumped us before, now it’s payback”
THE HIVES - TICK, TICK, BOOM!:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1M02bAWDFkI
The Hive’s “Tick, Tick, Boom” rocks the arena and the blonde’s give each other a high ten slapping palms then turn pushing through the curtain. Arms held high the Swede’s let out cries trying to rally the fans, but the pair didn’t need to do more than walk out on stage to get the crowd behind them. Wearing matching outfits Ingrid and Kolina are wearing blue tankini’s with yellow trim, Sweden’s flags on the right hip. Yellow pads and black ankle high boots complete their togs.
INGRID HALSTROM:
KOLINA NASLUND:
Each blonde takes a side of the aisle slapping hands greeting the FAWNantics, they circle the ring passing each other as they move around the ring. Ingrid rolls under the bottom ropes popping to her feet quickly and climbing a turnbuckle holding her arms up fists pumping as Kolina climbs the stairs and bending at the waist she slips a long leg over the middle strand Naslund gives her ass a small wiggle as she enters the ring. Ingrid calls out to the crowd, “We’re kicking Wild Ass and partying with you guys tonight!”
Climbing a turnbuckle Kolina looks over at Ingrid who likewise climbs the turnbuckles and together wave at the crowd firing them up more, then they move to the corners they hadn’t used and repeat the wave. Dropping down the pair meet and hug before moving to their assigned corner.
“The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit! Currently in the ring, at a total combined weight of two hundred fifty-two pounds...Kolina Naslund and Ingrid Halstrom, they are the SWEDISH BIKINI TEAM!!”
The FAWNatics cheer for the long-absent fan favorites as they hop down from their perches and stretch and shake out their limbs, their eyes fixed on the entrance ramp, waiting for the team that they’ve been waiting for over two years to get their payback on.
METALLICA - “BATTERY”: www.youtube.com/watch?v=md3B3I7Nmvw
As the iconic opening of the Metallica classic hits the PA system, the lights dim and ambient blue and purple lights wash over the crowd. Once the drums kick in, those colors change to fire-like reds and oranges, with an occasional flash of white light. As the song picks up speed, the Swedes’ opponents for the evening make their presence for the evening, as the women known as Savage and Feral storm the stage.
“And their opponents...They represent the Steel Jungle...At a total combined weight of two hundred forty-two pounds...Savage and Feral, they are THE WILD ONES!!”
SAVAGE
FERAL
Getting back to the “roots,” so to speak, of their beginning days with FAWN, the biker chick duo come out looking like something straight out of Mad Max. Both women sport spike studded leather jackets, with Feral wearing a skull facemask and Savage wearing a gas mask. Giving each other a glance and a nod, the pair then stomp their way to the ring, ascending the turnbuckles once they enter the ring, and playing to the crowd to a round of enthusiastic cheers. They then whip off their jackets and toss them aside to reveal their ring gear for the night: Feral in a purple zebra-print sports bra with matching leggings and black wrestling shoes, and Savage in a revealing tiger-print bikini with a short pair of denim cutoff shorts over the bottoms. Black mma-style gloves and black boots complete the stacked blonde’s outfit, and both women are wearing war paint in the form of claw marks on their right cheek.
The two of them then take off their headgear, with Savage letting out a primal growl as she throws up the horns and Feral sticks out her tongue with a wicked grin. Having played to the crowd enough, they hop off their perches, twisting in midair to face their opponents for the evening to find them standing in the center of the ring with their arms crossed across their chests, clearly unimpressed. Undeterred, the bikers meet the Swedes in the center of the ring, with referee Craig Long standing between them to make sure things don’t break down before he starts the match. Savage and Feral give each other a nod, then hold their fists out to their opponents for a bump.
“Look, we know why you asked for this match, and we respect that you need payback for what we did to you.” the Blonde Bomber explains when the Beach Bunnies look at them quizzically, “Believe it or not, we actually respect you and what you’ve accomplished in this business. But we needed to make an impact, let people know we’ve arrived, you know? It was nothing personal, you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
The Swedes are less than accepting, Ingrid and Kolina backing to their corner without returning the pleasantries. Their peace offering rejected Savage and Feral move back to their corner and talk. Referee for tonight's match Craig Long, makes the rounds inspecting each wrestler. After he says, “One in, One out Ladies, let's get this started.”
In the Swede’s corner as usual Kolina slips through the ropes to the ring apron taking a hold of the tag cable attached to the ring post. Ingrid moves out from the corner watching Savage, not Feral step out from the Wild One’s corner. The tall blonde turns and urges Feral out onto the ring apron. The black haired Wild One finally does step out of the ring waiting in the corner.
“NAH! I want her!” Ingrid shouts at Savage as she points to the brunette in the corner. Savage shakes her head, “Feral isn’t completely house broken yet, she’s still a little undomesticated.”
The little ViQueen insists, “She’s the one that jumped me, Tag her in.”
Savage looks back and Feral has her hand extended waiting for the tag, but the blonde shakes her head and looks back to find the Swede diving into her long legs, tackle football style. The bigger blonde taken down to the mat in the opening seconds of the bout. Ingrid’s fiery Norse heritage coming out after the tackle as she grabs Savage’s right ankle and stands up with the limb holding it in both hands. Ingrid looks down at the blonde, “Fine, You can share her beating.”
The ViQueen puts her boots to the back of Savage’s thigh, kicking her where the cut off shorts end. After three quick kicks, she turns putting her knee halfway between Savage’s knee and crotch and drives the limb down into the canvas pinning it there. The Wild One cries out, and when Ingrid starts to pull up on her ankle while keeping her knee pressed into Savages thigh, she screams again.
The FAWNatics cheer as Ingrid starts to get some payback, but Savage brings her free leg up and around Ingrid’s throat. Caught Halstrom is pulled off the bigger blonde and slammed back first into the canvas. Both women rolls away, Ingrid gets to her feet first, but Savage is close behind. The Wild One rubs her inner thigh where Halstrom worked on her, but she seems to have no ill effects.
Ingrid is giving up over twenty pounds and five inches to Savage, but the Norse woman won’t back down. It’s Halstrom that pushes in forcing Savage to lock up with her, but after forcing the big blonde to give a step or two Savage stops Ingrid’s progress and marches her back the other way. Pushing Ingrid all the way to the cables and leaning in against her, Savage grinds the smaller blonde until Craig orders her off the ropes.
Savage steps back, hands raised, “See, we’re just here to wrestle.”
Ingrid is still not buying that the wild women are reformed. Savage waits for Halstrom to move off the ropes, but comes straight at her and quickly has the ViQueen in a side headlock. Ingrid pulls on the Wild One’s arm trying to break the vice like hold on her noggin, while Savage pulls her out into the center of the ring. Halstrom tries wrapping both arms around Savage’s leg to pull her off balance, but the bigger woman holds tight and pulls Ingrid’s head up higher so her cheek is pressed against Savage’s own side boob.
Savage puts a hip into Ingrid’s tummy and pulls on her head hiptossing her to the canvas, Halstrom grunts in pain as most of the animal print clad blonde lands on her as well. Being a veteran of the ring Ingrid is on her side quickly, keeping her shoulders off the canvas. The Norse woman actually finds herself in a good position and is able to reverse the headlock into a hammerlock on Savage. Ingrid hangs on to the hammerlock pulling Savage back to her feet and guiding her towards the Swede’s corner.
The Wild One has to slap at her shoulder to keep blood flowing down the limb, and fighting to keep from being guided into the enemy's territory. Ingrid getting close reaches out with her free hand and Kolina tags in. Savage uses the lessened control of her wrist and arm to break free and bound back to the center of the ring as the SBT switch places.
Feral, meanwhile, leans over to top strand, hand outstretched for the tag, but her partner waves her off. “Naw, babe,” Savage says as she shakes her head, “We stick to the game plan. You hook up with Halstrom, but not when she says so. We control the pace, we win the match.” Feral fumes at being left on the sidelines for the time being, but she nods, knowing to trust Savage’s ring savvy. Her girlfriend mollified, the statuesque blonde returns her attention to the equally statuesque blonde waiting not-so-patiently for her, arms folded across her chest.
“You done?” Kolina asks, with an irritated edge to her voice, “Can we wrestle now? I mean, that is what you said you’re here to do, right?” Savage sucks in a breath and lets it out. They’re right to be hot at us, she tells herself as she shakes her limbs out, don’t let them pull you into it. She nods and advances on her opponent in the center of the ring, hands out to lock up with the Swedish beauty, who eagerly obliges, engaging in a collar-and-elbow tieup.
“Nnngh!!” Savage grunts as she pushes against Kolina, neither one gaining a lasting advantage. “Now this is more like it!” she says through gritted teeth, though the glee in her voice is unmistakable. “Been awhile since I’ve been challenged in the power department!”
“Grrrr!!” Kolina growls, not seeing the humor in their conflict at all, “You may have these fans fooled, but we can tell that you’re the same no-good rats that jumped us and put us on the shelf for months!” Her righteous anger spurring her on, Naslund backs the Blonde Bomber into the corner and releases the tieup, only to unleash a pair of stinging knife-edge chops to Savage’s prominent chest, the claps echoing off the walls of FAWN Arena, even above the fans’ “WOOO!!”’s. As the powerhouse of the Steel Jungle rubs the red welts rising above her cleavage, the Norse warrior grabs her wrist and Irish whips her across the ring, only to have it reversed. Kolina yells out sharply as her back hits the turnbuckles, but has little time to recover as the Blonde Bomber shows why she acquired that nickname, charging at the stunned Swede and pouncing at her, levelling her with her Trainwreck corner splash.
TRAINWRECK: youtu.be/VFkTFRgSAKg
Using her momentum to propel her, Savage quickly dislodges herself from Naslund and dashes for the ropes. As the Swede beauty stumbles out of the corner, Savage is waiting for her with a wicked running big boot that puts Kolina on her back. Situation seemingly well in hand, Savage makes the tag to the chomping-at-the-bit Feral, who wastes no time, using the ropes for leverage to launch herself into the ring. Flipping over in midair, the featherweight’s back comes down hard across Kolina’s back with a slingshot senton splash!
SLINGSHOT SENTON: youtu.be/seVhj1dKvIg
Kolina’s body spasms upon impact, but Feral rolls away, ready to strike once more. As Naslund struggles up to one knee, Feral dashes into the ropes and again launches herself at the blonde, wrapping her legs around her head and slamming it down on the mat in a basement hurancanrana!
BASEMENT HURANCANRANA: youtu.be/quqKcQTNqRg
ONE!
TWO!!
Ingrid leaps to her partner’s aid, literally, breaking up the pin attempt with an elbow drop to the small of the Punk Princess’s back. Feral yelps in pain as she rolls off of Kolina, clutching her back as Ingrid quickly gets back to her corner, encouraging her partner to make the tag. While Feral’s ring awareness has improved over the past year, she’s not able to stop the bigger Kolina, who kicks Feral away from her knees when she tries to stop her progress, and she makes the tag to an outstretched Halstrom. The fans buzz with excitement as Feral scrambles to her feet while Ingrid climbs through the strands. This matchup in particular was something the fans were waiting for. Truly, Ingrid Halstrom is the perfect measuring stick to judge how far Feral has come in the time since their war with War Party.
The lightweights rush towards each other, Ingrid launching herself the last foot or two taking Feral to the canvas with a Lou Thesz Press. The ViQueen straddles the Punk Princess and hammers down several forearm smashes to Feral’s chest. Ingrid pushes up off the exotic beauty and stomps a boot down just above Feral’s belly button, the Wild One folding around the foot before falling back to the mat.
Ingrid reaches down, sinking a hand into Feral’s hair to bring her back up, Craig orders the blonde off the hair to no avail. The Bikini Teamer has the moca skin beauty on her feet and sends her off with an Irish whip towards the ropes. Feral turns hitting the ropes and rebounds back towards the blonde, Ingrid moving towards the Wild One drops down and tangles her legs with Feral’s dropping her face first into the canvas.
With Feral’s leg still caught between her own Ingrid locks Feral’s ankle around her shin and bending backwards catches the brunette in an inverted STF. Caught in a trap the Wild One tries pushing Ingrid’s hands off her chin with her one hand, to no avail. Savage pounds on the top turnbuckle urging Feral to get out of the hold. The little ViQueen pulls back further lifting the brunette’s breast up off the canvas as her neck and spine are strained in the wrong direction.
INVERTED STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=seWPU6LR92E
Ingrid breaks her bridge and unlocks her leg as she rolls up to her feet, thinking Feral would be stuck in place long enough to follow up. The Punk Princess, though, scrambles away as soon as she’s free, heading to the Wild One’s corner she flops against the bottom turn buckle and raises her hand for Savage to tag herself in. The blonde does tag in, and before heading for Ingrid Savage turns and checks on Feral, “Are you okay?”
Feral just wearily nods and rolls under the bottom rope and stands on the apron.
Savage turns to face Halstrom, a bit surprised not to see the lightweight running to tag in the bigger Kolina. Ingrid giving up several inches and over twenty pounds to the biggest Wild One, waits in the middle of the squared circle. The ViQueen raises her arms offering a collar and elbow, The Steel Jungle moves in to accept. Ingrid ducks at the last second spinning around Savage as the bigger blonde takes a stumbling step forward, and from behind Halstrom’s arm shoots up between Savage’s legs onto her stomach. The Wild One’s arms windmill as she’s yanked backwards, trying to keep her balance, but Ingrid hits the back of her legs and Savage is rolled up into a nice package.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Savage kicks her legs and rolls over onto her stomach, pushing Ingrid aside. The roll up attempt foiled the big blonde, gets to her knees, and is greeted by an already standing Ingrid who throws a side kick that THUMPS into Savage’s chest. The Steel Jungle Queen grunts, her buttocks dropping down on her heels, as she starts to rise again. Halstrom sends another hard sidekick into the blonde’s chest, Savage’s upper chest red from the kicks. Again the Wild One starts to rise and Ingrid throws a third kick, but this time Savage catches the boot and climbs back up on her feet. Ingrid foot is nearly at her shoulder level as she hops on one foot.
The Wild One slides her hand down from Ingrid’s ankle to the back of her knee and hooks her other arm over the smaller blonde’s shoulder. With a pop of her hips Savage easily lifts Ingrid into the air, tossing Halstrom over her head as Savage falls backward. Ingrid lands hard, her back arching as she lies on the canvas after the Exploder Suplex.
EXPLODER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wdy6377AIls
Ingrid rolls from the impact zone and starfishes out on the mat while Savage kips up, her expression darkened as she stalks the Swedish lightweight. As Ingrid finds her way to her hands and knees, Savage runs out of patience, surging forward and wrapping her arms around Halstrom’s waist. She then hauls the ViQueen up and off her feet, leaving her to kick her feet and contemplate what the biker chick has in store for her. She doesn’t have to wait long, as Savage hefts her up and over in a German suplex.The Blonde Bomber hangs on, though, and rolls through it, lifting Ingrid up once more to repeat the process, a move Savage calls Roll the Dice!
ROLL THE DICE: www.youtube.com/watch?v=HHzK4DhFMKs
The crowd cheers appreciatively as Ingrid wipes out upon release, while Savage clambers to her feet. Giving Kolina a bit of side-eye, the statuesque blonde bends down and grabs a handful of Ingrid’s hair, leaving the Bikini Teamer to yelp in pain as she’s dragged by the hair, cavewoman-style, to her own corner. After letting Ingrid go to let her slump into a heap in her corner, Savage takes a few steps back, gesturing for Kolina to make the tag.
“Go on,” Savage offers, explaining, “I can see you want a piece of me, blondie, so come on. Tag yourself in and let’s get on with it.”
Half-expecting a trick, Naslund keeps her eyes fixed on the biker as she taps her exhausted and hurting friend and partner on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, Ingrid,” she assures her as she steps through the strands, “I’ll get her for you. For us both.” For her part, Savage waits patiently for Kolina in the middle of the ring, hands on her hips. The Big Swede steps up to Savage, going chest to chest with the buxom biker before rearing back and throwing a heavy forearm across Savage’s chest, knocking her back half a step. The Blonde Bomber winces, then nods and shows Kolina how she earned that nickname, responding with her own forearm to Naslund’s chest. Back and forth, the blonde powerhouses trade blows in the center of the ring as the buzz from the crowd begins to swell with excitement. After the third such volley, Kolina puts a stop to it with a knee to the gut. She follows it up with a series of vicious knife-edge chops that back the slightly bigger girl up into the nearby corner. After playing to the crowd by licking her own palm, Kolina unleashes a nasty looking windmill slap to the center of Savage’s cleavage, then follows it up with an Irish whip to send her into the opposite corner. Her plan, though, is interrupted by the biker chick reversing the whip. No sooner does Naslund’s back hit the turnbuckles than her partner rushes in for the save, pulling her partner to safety and out of the way of the charging Savage, looking to unleash another Trainwreck on the Big Swede. No sooner had Savage’s prodigious chest hit the top turnbuckle than she is nailed by a black boot to the back of her head, as Ingrid rocks her with an enzugiri from the ring apron. As Craig admonishes the ViQueen and orders her back to her corner, to which she immediately complies, Kolina keeps the pressure on, grabbing her from behind and hefting her up and over, folding her in half with a bone-rattling backdrop suplex!
“Not having so much fun now, are you, tuff girl?” Kolina taunts humorlessly, “Well strap yourself in, sweetheart, I’m just getting started!” she then lifts Savage up, as if she were about to deliver another backdrop to the Queen of the Steel Jungle. Instead, however, the powerful Swede drops her across her knee in a painful pendulum backbreaker, holding her there to maximize Savage’s suffering. When Savage waves off the zebra’s request for a submission amongst her pained cries, Ingrid is quick to answer, climbing to the top rope and launching herself at the statuesque blonde, driving her elbow right into her heart. Kolina lets Savage’s body drop off of her knee upon impact, and she makes the cover, hooking a leg.
ONE!
TWO!!
Feral is quick to not only break up the pin, but deal with the encroaching Ingrid at the same time, dashing across the ring and nailing her with a shotgun dropkick that sends the ViQueen sprawling through the ropes and down to the floor. Feral then turns the dropkick into a senton splash, crossing her arms across her chest and folding herself into a ball as she crashes down onto Naslund’s back.A startled cry escapes Kolina’s lips upon impact, but she quickly recovers, scrambling to her feet and hauling the Punk Princess up to her feet by the hair, only to forcibly eject the featherweight out of the ring, up and over the top rope. “That girl of yours is a bit of a pest,” Kolina growls at Savage. “I guess you can call me the exterminator, then.” Savage responds by flipping Naslund off, which gets her a boot to the tummy for her troubles. Savage’s body jerks at the stomp, reflexively sitting up. Kolina then gets an idea and scrambles to sit down behind her. She then snakes her powerful legs around Savage’s torso and puts the squeeze on her in a crushing bodyscissors. After about ten seconds of guttural growls of pain from the Blonde Bomber, the Big Swede adds a full nelson to Savage’s dismay.
“C’mon, Savage, what do you say?” Craig calls to her, asking if she submits.
“AAAAAGH!!!” Savage screams as her chin is being pushed into her collarbone, “NOOOO!!!” she begins thrashing about, kicking out to try and scootch across the mat to get to the ropes. Sure enough, Savage’s vaunted strength proves to be enough to drag herself, with Kolina on her back, across the ring until she can hook the toes of her boot on the bottom rope, forcing the break.
“Tch.” Kolina scoffs as she breaks the dual hold. “Gotta hand it to you...you really are double tough, like they say,” she offers the struggling blonde grudging respect, “But that’s not going to save you!” She then clambers to her feet and hauls the bigger girl up, seeming to set her up for a vertical suplex. In truth, though, it is in fact one of the Big Swede’s favorite match-enders: The Runebuster!
RUNEBUSTER: youtu.be/58HkLIk8T_o
She scrambles to cover Savage just as she flops to the mat…
ONE!
TWO!!
THR-NOOOO!!!
To the shock of everyone, with the exception of her partner, Savage offers a strong kickout at two and a half! Looking down at the battered blonde, still gulping for breath, she shakes her head in amazement at Savage’s show of guts. She quickly shakes it off, though, as they still have a match to win, and she tags her partner in. Ingrid leaps into action, almost literally, stomping on Savage’s stomach as she struggles to get to her knees. Once there, Ingrid switches from stomps to punches. Somehow, Savage is able to shrug off the blows and instead shoves the ViQueen halfway across the ring almost taking her off her feet! Ingrid alternately looks at Savage, then her partner with bewilderment. After the punishment they’ve dealt out, could she actually be getting stronger? Rather than contemplate how that’s even possible, Ingrid closes in on Savage once more as the Blonde Bomber gets to her feet, once again connecting with a right cross. This time, Savage has an answer, in the form of her own right cross that staggers the Swede. Another blow from Ingrid, another answer in kind from Savage. The third time does not prove to be the charm for Halstrom, though, as Savage sidesteps the punch and grabs the smaller girl across her collarbone. Caught off-guard, Ingrid offers no resistance as Savage lifts her up and sends her crashing down across her knee in the uranage backbreaker that she calls Black Noise!
BLACK NOISE: youtu.be/74W801M8JRA
Ingrid spasms in pain as she flops to the mat, followed soon after by Savage, seemingly spent. The Blonde Bomber begins pulling herself along, slowly crawling towards Feral’s outstretched hand, her girlfriend shouting words of encouragement to her. However, her progress is halted by a one hundred fifteen pound anchor latching onto her leg, as Ingrid latches on and holds tight. After a couple unsuccessful attempts to shake Halstrom loose, Savage turns onto her side and strikes out with her free leg, laying in a number of brutal, wild strikes to the Swede’s face. The fifth such blow is enough to loosen the ViQueen’s grip enough for Savage to surge forward and slap Feral’s outstretched hand, as the FAWN Faithful explode!
Ingrid getting back to her feet is met by the small but aggressive Feral with a running leg lariat that takes Halstrom off her feet again. Feral rolls through the move and makes a sharp right turn leaping on to the nearby cables, springing off the middle strand the exotic looking girl flips backwards coming down across the blonde’s stomach with a beautiful springboard moonsault.
Feral rocks up on to her knees after the splash and falls back across Ingrid’s chest hooking a tanned leg as she goes for the cover. Craig is there quickly and with one looks starts the count.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
The ViQueen kicks free and rolls to her side, sending Feral rolling away. The Wild One scrambles to her feet taking a predatory crouch as she sees Ingrid on all fours. Feral rushes for catching the blonde around her head and quickly throws Ingrid’s left arm across Feral’s own neck. The Wild One reaches down grabbing a handful of the fabric at Halstrom’s hip, with a quick pop of her hips Feral snap suplexes Ingrid over with amazing speed. The blonde hits the canvas with knees bent, her back arching from the impact as Feral again skitters to her feet and takes off for the nearest corner.
That corner turns out to be the Wild One’s own corner and Savage moves aside as Feral starts to climb up to the high rent district. Savage looks back and forth between the prone Ingrid and her partner now rising on the top turnbuckle to her full height. Savage comments, “Be careful Feral.”
The mocha skinned beauty doesn’t acknowledge the warning as she leaps into the void and twisting and flipping in her Phoenix Splash. While is it a short trip the Bikini Team member must have realized the danger she’s in and rolls over three times leaving nothing but thinly padded boards for Feral to land on. The girl hits down flat on her stomach against the canvas and bounces once before rolling over arms folded over her stomach as her legs kick in pain.
After avoiding being crushed by the Phoenix Splash Ingrid takes a moment to regain her senses making an adjustment to her top before she pushes on getting to her feet. Feral recovers as well, but is just a bit behind the ViQueen as Ingrid reaches down grabbing her right arm pulling the Wild One up. The Bikini Teamer dips under Feral lifting her fireman’s style and holds her across the blonde’s shoulders, Feral pulls her free arm forward ready to slam her elbow into Ingrid’s skull, but before she can Halstrom falls backwards driving Feral into the canvas with a Samoan Drop.
Feral grunts in pain as the small blonde lands on her abused stomach and her back slams into the unyielding mat. The ViQueen wraps an arm around Feral’s head and hooks her legs pulling her ass up off the canvas as she locks the inside cradle on.
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Feral barely beats the count, out on the ring apron Savage lets out a big sigh of relief. Feral breathing hard tries to crawl towards the Wild One’s corner, Ingrid cuts her off and brings the Wild One back to her feet and points her at one of the neutral corners and whips her hard towards the padded steel buckles. Feral turns herself at the last second taking the pads to her spine as she winces in pain and her back arches. Ingrid waits to see Feral impact before moving in, rushing into the corner Halstrom leaps crashing into the darkened skin woman crushing her in the corner with a stinger splash.
The crowd now backing the ViQueen, and cheer as Ingrid hits and bounces off the smaller Feral. Halstrom half turns and reaches back for the brunette’s head to pull her out of the corner when Feral in pain reacts with a wicked double breast claw. Ingrid gasps in pain and shock as Feral digs all ten digits into the blonde’s soft flesh and boob oozes out between her fingers. Ingrid grabs both of Feral’s wrists trying to pry her hands off the blonde’s gurls, but the Wild One sticks her tongue out and spins pulling Ingrid by her orbs and tosses the Norse woman to the canvas.
Feral rubbing her stomach heads towards Savage, the blonde Wild One saying, “Feral you know we don’t do that any more.”
The smaller brunette shrugs and holds out her hand for the tag. “No, you don’t do that anymore, honey.” Feral answers her girlfriend matter-of-factly as she makes the tag, “I never agreed to that shit. Now stop chastising me and take care of business!” Savage can only shake her head as she steps through the ropes and deadlifts Ingrid, who was still massaging her mangled gurls, into vertical suplex position.
“Sorry about that,” Savage offers sincerely as she holds the lightweight up, letting the blood rush to Halstrom’s head, “Like I said, she ain’t been housebroken yet. Please don’t hold it against her, it’s just how she is.”
“Guh-go to hell, you snake!” Ingrid spits out while she still can, “You’re not fooling me for a second!”
Savage lets out a mournful sigh and shakes her head, “Have it your way. Still have a match to win, though. Sorry.” With that, she drops Ingrid onto her head with a wicked brainbuster, then floats over to make the cover, hooking the leg.
ONE!
TWO!!
Kolina dives at Savage, driving a double axe handle into the Blonde Bomber’s back to save her partner, breaking up the pinfall. No sooner had Naslund gotten to her feet, though, when she is met by a sprinting Feral, launching herself at Kolina, and nailing her in the chest with a shotgun dropkick that sends her sprawling into the corner. Savage quickly shrugs off the double axe handle from the Big Swede and scrambles to her feet to follow up on Feral’s attack and eliminate Kolina from the equation. She dashes into the corner and levels her with a Yakuza Kick that rocks Kolina and sends her crashing through the ropes and down to the floor. Savage has no time to admire her handiwork, however, as she feels a pair of hands on her shoulders, then knees at her back, pulling her down, as Ingrid somehow managed to spring to life and dispatch of Feral, hurling the featherweight through the ropes, then nail Savage with a Backstabber!
ONE!
TWO!!
Savage offers a strong kickout at two-and-a-quarter, physically throwing the ViQueen off of her. The tenacious Swedish blonde keeps the pressure up, though, clambering to her feet and laying in the boot leather to Savage before she can get up herself.
“Get up!” Ingrid barks at Savage as she helps her do just that via a tight handful of hair, “You’re gonna pay for what you did to us!” She then backs the bigger blonde into the ropes with a series of stinging knife-edge chops, before sending her to the opposite side with an Irish whip. She rears back and lets fly with a roundhouse kick that would have surely rocked the Queen of the Steel Jungle to her core had she not ducked under the blow. On the rebound, though, Savage nails Ingrid with a brutal lariat that turns the poor girl inside out!
Letting out an animalistic, guttural growl, Savage stomps over to Ingrid, who had pushed herself up onto all fours. She wraps her arms around the ViQueen’s waist and, in an impressive display of power, lifts the Swede up, gutwrench-style, and hoists her up onto her shoulder in a torturous Canadian Backbreaker.
CANADIAN BACKBREAKER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=2PJKVJTHDX8
“Ingrid, what do you say?” Craig is quick to swoop in and check on the battered blonde.
“Nuh...nuh...NOOOOO!!!” she cries out in between screams of agony, shaking her head emphatically. “NONONONONO!!!” she continues, almost as if she’s trying to convince herself not to give in.
“Hang on, Ingrid!” Kolina shouts encouragement to her partner from the floor, having finally struggled to her feet with the assistance of the ring apron. “You can do it!” Unfortunately, the Big Swede finds herself sprawled out on the floor once more when Feral flies across the ring before Long can even process what’s happening, and launches herself at Naslund through the middle and bottom ropes, nailing her flush in the jaw with a suicide dive-esque dropkick. At the same time, Savage puts Ingrid out of her misery, hefting her up and down across her knee with a nasty-looking shoulderbreaker.
DIVING DROPKICK TO THE OUTSIDE: youtu.be/AiNrPS9Z4fY?t=4
SHOULDERBREAKER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3zJs4f7yO0
The Blonde Bomber shoves Ingrid off of her knee, letting her splat face-down onto the mat. Raising herself up to full height, the powerhouse throws up the horns to a round of cheers from the FAWN Faithful. Hauling the groggy Ingrid to her feet by the hair, Savage goes over to her corner and makes the tag to Feral, who had already ascended to the top turnbuckle. As the Punk Princess rises on her perch, Savage hoists Ingrid up onto her shoulders. From there, Feral leaps at Ingrid, driving her knees into her chest as Savage sends her crashing to the mat below, leaving the ViQueen as a victim of the Tower Crasher!
TOWER CRASHER (only, it’s a meteora instead of a clothesline): www.youtube.com/watch?v=7DolsJV-vLo
Ingrid groans as she’s sandwiched between the unforgiving mat and Feral’s knees. The featherweight lands perfectly, straddling Ingrid’s chest as she hooks both of the blonde’s legs, folding her up in a picture perfect schoolgirl pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
Savage helps her girlfriend up and lifts her off the ground with a celebratory hug and a kiss as the FAWNatics cheer for the victorious duo.
“Ladies and gentlemen...Your winners, via pinfall...THE WILD ONES!!!”
A disappointed Kolina helps Ingrid to her feet and the two of them glare at the celebrating lovers, upset at having been denied their rightful revenge. Savage sees this and nods to the Swedes, to which Feral scowls, but reluctantly nods. The Wild Ones walk over to Halstrom and Naslund, both teams looking like they’re more than ready to resume hostilities. The crowd is pleasantly surprised, then, when the bike chicks stick out their hands.
“Thank you for the match, ladies.” Savage says evenly, prompting the blondes to respond in kind. When the Swedes balk at the show of sportsmanship, Savage tries again, “Look, I know we started on the wrong foot! But, dammit, we’re showing you the respect you deserve here and now! Now, shake our hands!” Ingrid and Kolina look at each other, then to the outstretched hands. For a moment, it looks like they might accept, going so far as to lift their hands out inches away from the bikers’...only to ball those hands up, shake their heads and walk away in disgust. Feral sneers at the blondes spurning their show of respect and looks ready to pounce when her girlfriend taps her on the chest, seeming to hold her back somewhat. “Let it go, babe. They’re not wrong for being mad at us. We messed ‘em up pretty good. We tried to make peace, and that’s all we can do. It’s a shame they don’t wanna hear it, but it is what it is.” The frown from Feral turns into a smirk when Savage adds, “But next time we cross paths, we ain’t gonna play so nice, since that’s how they want it.” With a knowing nod from Feral. The pair climb up opposing turnbuckles to soak in the cheers of the FAWN Faithful before taking their well-earned victory lap and heading to the back.
THE HIVES - TICK, TICK, BOOM!:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1M02bAWDFkI
The Hive’s “Tick, Tick, Boom” rocks the arena and the blonde’s give each other a high ten slapping palms then turn pushing through the curtain. Arms held high the Swede’s let out cries trying to rally the fans, but the pair didn’t need to do more than walk out on stage to get the crowd behind them. Wearing matching outfits Ingrid and Kolina are wearing blue tankini’s with yellow trim, Sweden’s flags on the right hip. Yellow pads and black ankle high boots complete their togs.
INGRID HALSTROM:
KOLINA NASLUND:
Each blonde takes a side of the aisle slapping hands greeting the FAWNantics, they circle the ring passing each other as they move around the ring. Ingrid rolls under the bottom ropes popping to her feet quickly and climbing a turnbuckle holding her arms up fists pumping as Kolina climbs the stairs and bending at the waist she slips a long leg over the middle strand Naslund gives her ass a small wiggle as she enters the ring. Ingrid calls out to the crowd, “We’re kicking Wild Ass and partying with you guys tonight!”
Climbing a turnbuckle Kolina looks over at Ingrid who likewise climbs the turnbuckles and together wave at the crowd firing them up more, then they move to the corners they hadn’t used and repeat the wave. Dropping down the pair meet and hug before moving to their assigned corner.
“The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit! Currently in the ring, at a total combined weight of two hundred fifty-two pounds...Kolina Naslund and Ingrid Halstrom, they are the SWEDISH BIKINI TEAM!!”
The FAWNatics cheer for the long-absent fan favorites as they hop down from their perches and stretch and shake out their limbs, their eyes fixed on the entrance ramp, waiting for the team that they’ve been waiting for over two years to get their payback on.
METALLICA - “BATTERY”: www.youtube.com/watch?v=md3B3I7Nmvw
As the iconic opening of the Metallica classic hits the PA system, the lights dim and ambient blue and purple lights wash over the crowd. Once the drums kick in, those colors change to fire-like reds and oranges, with an occasional flash of white light. As the song picks up speed, the Swedes’ opponents for the evening make their presence for the evening, as the women known as Savage and Feral storm the stage.
“And their opponents...They represent the Steel Jungle...At a total combined weight of two hundred forty-two pounds...Savage and Feral, they are THE WILD ONES!!”
SAVAGE
FERAL
Getting back to the “roots,” so to speak, of their beginning days with FAWN, the biker chick duo come out looking like something straight out of Mad Max. Both women sport spike studded leather jackets, with Feral wearing a skull facemask and Savage wearing a gas mask. Giving each other a glance and a nod, the pair then stomp their way to the ring, ascending the turnbuckles once they enter the ring, and playing to the crowd to a round of enthusiastic cheers. They then whip off their jackets and toss them aside to reveal their ring gear for the night: Feral in a purple zebra-print sports bra with matching leggings and black wrestling shoes, and Savage in a revealing tiger-print bikini with a short pair of denim cutoff shorts over the bottoms. Black mma-style gloves and black boots complete the stacked blonde’s outfit, and both women are wearing war paint in the form of claw marks on their right cheek.
The two of them then take off their headgear, with Savage letting out a primal growl as she throws up the horns and Feral sticks out her tongue with a wicked grin. Having played to the crowd enough, they hop off their perches, twisting in midair to face their opponents for the evening to find them standing in the center of the ring with their arms crossed across their chests, clearly unimpressed. Undeterred, the bikers meet the Swedes in the center of the ring, with referee Craig Long standing between them to make sure things don’t break down before he starts the match. Savage and Feral give each other a nod, then hold their fists out to their opponents for a bump.
“Look, we know why you asked for this match, and we respect that you need payback for what we did to you.” the Blonde Bomber explains when the Beach Bunnies look at them quizzically, “Believe it or not, we actually respect you and what you’ve accomplished in this business. But we needed to make an impact, let people know we’ve arrived, you know? It was nothing personal, you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
The Swedes are less than accepting, Ingrid and Kolina backing to their corner without returning the pleasantries. Their peace offering rejected Savage and Feral move back to their corner and talk. Referee for tonight's match Craig Long, makes the rounds inspecting each wrestler. After he says, “One in, One out Ladies, let's get this started.”
In the Swede’s corner as usual Kolina slips through the ropes to the ring apron taking a hold of the tag cable attached to the ring post. Ingrid moves out from the corner watching Savage, not Feral step out from the Wild One’s corner. The tall blonde turns and urges Feral out onto the ring apron. The black haired Wild One finally does step out of the ring waiting in the corner.
“NAH! I want her!” Ingrid shouts at Savage as she points to the brunette in the corner. Savage shakes her head, “Feral isn’t completely house broken yet, she’s still a little undomesticated.”
The little ViQueen insists, “She’s the one that jumped me, Tag her in.”
Savage looks back and Feral has her hand extended waiting for the tag, but the blonde shakes her head and looks back to find the Swede diving into her long legs, tackle football style. The bigger blonde taken down to the mat in the opening seconds of the bout. Ingrid’s fiery Norse heritage coming out after the tackle as she grabs Savage’s right ankle and stands up with the limb holding it in both hands. Ingrid looks down at the blonde, “Fine, You can share her beating.”
The ViQueen puts her boots to the back of Savage’s thigh, kicking her where the cut off shorts end. After three quick kicks, she turns putting her knee halfway between Savage’s knee and crotch and drives the limb down into the canvas pinning it there. The Wild One cries out, and when Ingrid starts to pull up on her ankle while keeping her knee pressed into Savages thigh, she screams again.
The FAWNatics cheer as Ingrid starts to get some payback, but Savage brings her free leg up and around Ingrid’s throat. Caught Halstrom is pulled off the bigger blonde and slammed back first into the canvas. Both women rolls away, Ingrid gets to her feet first, but Savage is close behind. The Wild One rubs her inner thigh where Halstrom worked on her, but she seems to have no ill effects.
Ingrid is giving up over twenty pounds and five inches to Savage, but the Norse woman won’t back down. It’s Halstrom that pushes in forcing Savage to lock up with her, but after forcing the big blonde to give a step or two Savage stops Ingrid’s progress and marches her back the other way. Pushing Ingrid all the way to the cables and leaning in against her, Savage grinds the smaller blonde until Craig orders her off the ropes.
Savage steps back, hands raised, “See, we’re just here to wrestle.”
Ingrid is still not buying that the wild women are reformed. Savage waits for Halstrom to move off the ropes, but comes straight at her and quickly has the ViQueen in a side headlock. Ingrid pulls on the Wild One’s arm trying to break the vice like hold on her noggin, while Savage pulls her out into the center of the ring. Halstrom tries wrapping both arms around Savage’s leg to pull her off balance, but the bigger woman holds tight and pulls Ingrid’s head up higher so her cheek is pressed against Savage’s own side boob.
Savage puts a hip into Ingrid’s tummy and pulls on her head hiptossing her to the canvas, Halstrom grunts in pain as most of the animal print clad blonde lands on her as well. Being a veteran of the ring Ingrid is on her side quickly, keeping her shoulders off the canvas. The Norse woman actually finds herself in a good position and is able to reverse the headlock into a hammerlock on Savage. Ingrid hangs on to the hammerlock pulling Savage back to her feet and guiding her towards the Swede’s corner.
The Wild One has to slap at her shoulder to keep blood flowing down the limb, and fighting to keep from being guided into the enemy's territory. Ingrid getting close reaches out with her free hand and Kolina tags in. Savage uses the lessened control of her wrist and arm to break free and bound back to the center of the ring as the SBT switch places.
Feral, meanwhile, leans over to top strand, hand outstretched for the tag, but her partner waves her off. “Naw, babe,” Savage says as she shakes her head, “We stick to the game plan. You hook up with Halstrom, but not when she says so. We control the pace, we win the match.” Feral fumes at being left on the sidelines for the time being, but she nods, knowing to trust Savage’s ring savvy. Her girlfriend mollified, the statuesque blonde returns her attention to the equally statuesque blonde waiting not-so-patiently for her, arms folded across her chest.
“You done?” Kolina asks, with an irritated edge to her voice, “Can we wrestle now? I mean, that is what you said you’re here to do, right?” Savage sucks in a breath and lets it out. They’re right to be hot at us, she tells herself as she shakes her limbs out, don’t let them pull you into it. She nods and advances on her opponent in the center of the ring, hands out to lock up with the Swedish beauty, who eagerly obliges, engaging in a collar-and-elbow tieup.
“Nnngh!!” Savage grunts as she pushes against Kolina, neither one gaining a lasting advantage. “Now this is more like it!” she says through gritted teeth, though the glee in her voice is unmistakable. “Been awhile since I’ve been challenged in the power department!”
“Grrrr!!” Kolina growls, not seeing the humor in their conflict at all, “You may have these fans fooled, but we can tell that you’re the same no-good rats that jumped us and put us on the shelf for months!” Her righteous anger spurring her on, Naslund backs the Blonde Bomber into the corner and releases the tieup, only to unleash a pair of stinging knife-edge chops to Savage’s prominent chest, the claps echoing off the walls of FAWN Arena, even above the fans’ “WOOO!!”’s. As the powerhouse of the Steel Jungle rubs the red welts rising above her cleavage, the Norse warrior grabs her wrist and Irish whips her across the ring, only to have it reversed. Kolina yells out sharply as her back hits the turnbuckles, but has little time to recover as the Blonde Bomber shows why she acquired that nickname, charging at the stunned Swede and pouncing at her, levelling her with her Trainwreck corner splash.
TRAINWRECK: youtu.be/VFkTFRgSAKg
Using her momentum to propel her, Savage quickly dislodges herself from Naslund and dashes for the ropes. As the Swede beauty stumbles out of the corner, Savage is waiting for her with a wicked running big boot that puts Kolina on her back. Situation seemingly well in hand, Savage makes the tag to the chomping-at-the-bit Feral, who wastes no time, using the ropes for leverage to launch herself into the ring. Flipping over in midair, the featherweight’s back comes down hard across Kolina’s back with a slingshot senton splash!
SLINGSHOT SENTON: youtu.be/seVhj1dKvIg
Kolina’s body spasms upon impact, but Feral rolls away, ready to strike once more. As Naslund struggles up to one knee, Feral dashes into the ropes and again launches herself at the blonde, wrapping her legs around her head and slamming it down on the mat in a basement hurancanrana!
BASEMENT HURANCANRANA: youtu.be/quqKcQTNqRg
ONE!
TWO!!
Ingrid leaps to her partner’s aid, literally, breaking up the pin attempt with an elbow drop to the small of the Punk Princess’s back. Feral yelps in pain as she rolls off of Kolina, clutching her back as Ingrid quickly gets back to her corner, encouraging her partner to make the tag. While Feral’s ring awareness has improved over the past year, she’s not able to stop the bigger Kolina, who kicks Feral away from her knees when she tries to stop her progress, and she makes the tag to an outstretched Halstrom. The fans buzz with excitement as Feral scrambles to her feet while Ingrid climbs through the strands. This matchup in particular was something the fans were waiting for. Truly, Ingrid Halstrom is the perfect measuring stick to judge how far Feral has come in the time since their war with War Party.
The lightweights rush towards each other, Ingrid launching herself the last foot or two taking Feral to the canvas with a Lou Thesz Press. The ViQueen straddles the Punk Princess and hammers down several forearm smashes to Feral’s chest. Ingrid pushes up off the exotic beauty and stomps a boot down just above Feral’s belly button, the Wild One folding around the foot before falling back to the mat.
Ingrid reaches down, sinking a hand into Feral’s hair to bring her back up, Craig orders the blonde off the hair to no avail. The Bikini Teamer has the moca skin beauty on her feet and sends her off with an Irish whip towards the ropes. Feral turns hitting the ropes and rebounds back towards the blonde, Ingrid moving towards the Wild One drops down and tangles her legs with Feral’s dropping her face first into the canvas.
With Feral’s leg still caught between her own Ingrid locks Feral’s ankle around her shin and bending backwards catches the brunette in an inverted STF. Caught in a trap the Wild One tries pushing Ingrid’s hands off her chin with her one hand, to no avail. Savage pounds on the top turnbuckle urging Feral to get out of the hold. The little ViQueen pulls back further lifting the brunette’s breast up off the canvas as her neck and spine are strained in the wrong direction.
INVERTED STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=seWPU6LR92E
Ingrid breaks her bridge and unlocks her leg as she rolls up to her feet, thinking Feral would be stuck in place long enough to follow up. The Punk Princess, though, scrambles away as soon as she’s free, heading to the Wild One’s corner she flops against the bottom turn buckle and raises her hand for Savage to tag herself in. The blonde does tag in, and before heading for Ingrid Savage turns and checks on Feral, “Are you okay?”
Feral just wearily nods and rolls under the bottom rope and stands on the apron.
Savage turns to face Halstrom, a bit surprised not to see the lightweight running to tag in the bigger Kolina. Ingrid giving up several inches and over twenty pounds to the biggest Wild One, waits in the middle of the squared circle. The ViQueen raises her arms offering a collar and elbow, The Steel Jungle moves in to accept. Ingrid ducks at the last second spinning around Savage as the bigger blonde takes a stumbling step forward, and from behind Halstrom’s arm shoots up between Savage’s legs onto her stomach. The Wild One’s arms windmill as she’s yanked backwards, trying to keep her balance, but Ingrid hits the back of her legs and Savage is rolled up into a nice package.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Savage kicks her legs and rolls over onto her stomach, pushing Ingrid aside. The roll up attempt foiled the big blonde, gets to her knees, and is greeted by an already standing Ingrid who throws a side kick that THUMPS into Savage’s chest. The Steel Jungle Queen grunts, her buttocks dropping down on her heels, as she starts to rise again. Halstrom sends another hard sidekick into the blonde’s chest, Savage’s upper chest red from the kicks. Again the Wild One starts to rise and Ingrid throws a third kick, but this time Savage catches the boot and climbs back up on her feet. Ingrid foot is nearly at her shoulder level as she hops on one foot.
The Wild One slides her hand down from Ingrid’s ankle to the back of her knee and hooks her other arm over the smaller blonde’s shoulder. With a pop of her hips Savage easily lifts Ingrid into the air, tossing Halstrom over her head as Savage falls backward. Ingrid lands hard, her back arching as she lies on the canvas after the Exploder Suplex.
EXPLODER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wdy6377AIls
Ingrid rolls from the impact zone and starfishes out on the mat while Savage kips up, her expression darkened as she stalks the Swedish lightweight. As Ingrid finds her way to her hands and knees, Savage runs out of patience, surging forward and wrapping her arms around Halstrom’s waist. She then hauls the ViQueen up and off her feet, leaving her to kick her feet and contemplate what the biker chick has in store for her. She doesn’t have to wait long, as Savage hefts her up and over in a German suplex.The Blonde Bomber hangs on, though, and rolls through it, lifting Ingrid up once more to repeat the process, a move Savage calls Roll the Dice!
ROLL THE DICE: www.youtube.com/watch?v=HHzK4DhFMKs
The crowd cheers appreciatively as Ingrid wipes out upon release, while Savage clambers to her feet. Giving Kolina a bit of side-eye, the statuesque blonde bends down and grabs a handful of Ingrid’s hair, leaving the Bikini Teamer to yelp in pain as she’s dragged by the hair, cavewoman-style, to her own corner. After letting Ingrid go to let her slump into a heap in her corner, Savage takes a few steps back, gesturing for Kolina to make the tag.
“Go on,” Savage offers, explaining, “I can see you want a piece of me, blondie, so come on. Tag yourself in and let’s get on with it.”
Half-expecting a trick, Naslund keeps her eyes fixed on the biker as she taps her exhausted and hurting friend and partner on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, Ingrid,” she assures her as she steps through the strands, “I’ll get her for you. For us both.” For her part, Savage waits patiently for Kolina in the middle of the ring, hands on her hips. The Big Swede steps up to Savage, going chest to chest with the buxom biker before rearing back and throwing a heavy forearm across Savage’s chest, knocking her back half a step. The Blonde Bomber winces, then nods and shows Kolina how she earned that nickname, responding with her own forearm to Naslund’s chest. Back and forth, the blonde powerhouses trade blows in the center of the ring as the buzz from the crowd begins to swell with excitement. After the third such volley, Kolina puts a stop to it with a knee to the gut. She follows it up with a series of vicious knife-edge chops that back the slightly bigger girl up into the nearby corner. After playing to the crowd by licking her own palm, Kolina unleashes a nasty looking windmill slap to the center of Savage’s cleavage, then follows it up with an Irish whip to send her into the opposite corner. Her plan, though, is interrupted by the biker chick reversing the whip. No sooner does Naslund’s back hit the turnbuckles than her partner rushes in for the save, pulling her partner to safety and out of the way of the charging Savage, looking to unleash another Trainwreck on the Big Swede. No sooner had Savage’s prodigious chest hit the top turnbuckle than she is nailed by a black boot to the back of her head, as Ingrid rocks her with an enzugiri from the ring apron. As Craig admonishes the ViQueen and orders her back to her corner, to which she immediately complies, Kolina keeps the pressure on, grabbing her from behind and hefting her up and over, folding her in half with a bone-rattling backdrop suplex!
“Not having so much fun now, are you, tuff girl?” Kolina taunts humorlessly, “Well strap yourself in, sweetheart, I’m just getting started!” she then lifts Savage up, as if she were about to deliver another backdrop to the Queen of the Steel Jungle. Instead, however, the powerful Swede drops her across her knee in a painful pendulum backbreaker, holding her there to maximize Savage’s suffering. When Savage waves off the zebra’s request for a submission amongst her pained cries, Ingrid is quick to answer, climbing to the top rope and launching herself at the statuesque blonde, driving her elbow right into her heart. Kolina lets Savage’s body drop off of her knee upon impact, and she makes the cover, hooking a leg.
ONE!
TWO!!
Feral is quick to not only break up the pin, but deal with the encroaching Ingrid at the same time, dashing across the ring and nailing her with a shotgun dropkick that sends the ViQueen sprawling through the ropes and down to the floor. Feral then turns the dropkick into a senton splash, crossing her arms across her chest and folding herself into a ball as she crashes down onto Naslund’s back.A startled cry escapes Kolina’s lips upon impact, but she quickly recovers, scrambling to her feet and hauling the Punk Princess up to her feet by the hair, only to forcibly eject the featherweight out of the ring, up and over the top rope. “That girl of yours is a bit of a pest,” Kolina growls at Savage. “I guess you can call me the exterminator, then.” Savage responds by flipping Naslund off, which gets her a boot to the tummy for her troubles. Savage’s body jerks at the stomp, reflexively sitting up. Kolina then gets an idea and scrambles to sit down behind her. She then snakes her powerful legs around Savage’s torso and puts the squeeze on her in a crushing bodyscissors. After about ten seconds of guttural growls of pain from the Blonde Bomber, the Big Swede adds a full nelson to Savage’s dismay.
“C’mon, Savage, what do you say?” Craig calls to her, asking if she submits.
“AAAAAGH!!!” Savage screams as her chin is being pushed into her collarbone, “NOOOO!!!” she begins thrashing about, kicking out to try and scootch across the mat to get to the ropes. Sure enough, Savage’s vaunted strength proves to be enough to drag herself, with Kolina on her back, across the ring until she can hook the toes of her boot on the bottom rope, forcing the break.
“Tch.” Kolina scoffs as she breaks the dual hold. “Gotta hand it to you...you really are double tough, like they say,” she offers the struggling blonde grudging respect, “But that’s not going to save you!” She then clambers to her feet and hauls the bigger girl up, seeming to set her up for a vertical suplex. In truth, though, it is in fact one of the Big Swede’s favorite match-enders: The Runebuster!
RUNEBUSTER: youtu.be/58HkLIk8T_o
She scrambles to cover Savage just as she flops to the mat…
ONE!
TWO!!
THR-NOOOO!!!
To the shock of everyone, with the exception of her partner, Savage offers a strong kickout at two and a half! Looking down at the battered blonde, still gulping for breath, she shakes her head in amazement at Savage’s show of guts. She quickly shakes it off, though, as they still have a match to win, and she tags her partner in. Ingrid leaps into action, almost literally, stomping on Savage’s stomach as she struggles to get to her knees. Once there, Ingrid switches from stomps to punches. Somehow, Savage is able to shrug off the blows and instead shoves the ViQueen halfway across the ring almost taking her off her feet! Ingrid alternately looks at Savage, then her partner with bewilderment. After the punishment they’ve dealt out, could she actually be getting stronger? Rather than contemplate how that’s even possible, Ingrid closes in on Savage once more as the Blonde Bomber gets to her feet, once again connecting with a right cross. This time, Savage has an answer, in the form of her own right cross that staggers the Swede. Another blow from Ingrid, another answer in kind from Savage. The third time does not prove to be the charm for Halstrom, though, as Savage sidesteps the punch and grabs the smaller girl across her collarbone. Caught off-guard, Ingrid offers no resistance as Savage lifts her up and sends her crashing down across her knee in the uranage backbreaker that she calls Black Noise!
BLACK NOISE: youtu.be/74W801M8JRA
Ingrid spasms in pain as she flops to the mat, followed soon after by Savage, seemingly spent. The Blonde Bomber begins pulling herself along, slowly crawling towards Feral’s outstretched hand, her girlfriend shouting words of encouragement to her. However, her progress is halted by a one hundred fifteen pound anchor latching onto her leg, as Ingrid latches on and holds tight. After a couple unsuccessful attempts to shake Halstrom loose, Savage turns onto her side and strikes out with her free leg, laying in a number of brutal, wild strikes to the Swede’s face. The fifth such blow is enough to loosen the ViQueen’s grip enough for Savage to surge forward and slap Feral’s outstretched hand, as the FAWN Faithful explode!
Ingrid getting back to her feet is met by the small but aggressive Feral with a running leg lariat that takes Halstrom off her feet again. Feral rolls through the move and makes a sharp right turn leaping on to the nearby cables, springing off the middle strand the exotic looking girl flips backwards coming down across the blonde’s stomach with a beautiful springboard moonsault.
Feral rocks up on to her knees after the splash and falls back across Ingrid’s chest hooking a tanned leg as she goes for the cover. Craig is there quickly and with one looks starts the count.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
The ViQueen kicks free and rolls to her side, sending Feral rolling away. The Wild One scrambles to her feet taking a predatory crouch as she sees Ingrid on all fours. Feral rushes for catching the blonde around her head and quickly throws Ingrid’s left arm across Feral’s own neck. The Wild One reaches down grabbing a handful of the fabric at Halstrom’s hip, with a quick pop of her hips Feral snap suplexes Ingrid over with amazing speed. The blonde hits the canvas with knees bent, her back arching from the impact as Feral again skitters to her feet and takes off for the nearest corner.
That corner turns out to be the Wild One’s own corner and Savage moves aside as Feral starts to climb up to the high rent district. Savage looks back and forth between the prone Ingrid and her partner now rising on the top turnbuckle to her full height. Savage comments, “Be careful Feral.”
The mocha skinned beauty doesn’t acknowledge the warning as she leaps into the void and twisting and flipping in her Phoenix Splash. While is it a short trip the Bikini Team member must have realized the danger she’s in and rolls over three times leaving nothing but thinly padded boards for Feral to land on. The girl hits down flat on her stomach against the canvas and bounces once before rolling over arms folded over her stomach as her legs kick in pain.
After avoiding being crushed by the Phoenix Splash Ingrid takes a moment to regain her senses making an adjustment to her top before she pushes on getting to her feet. Feral recovers as well, but is just a bit behind the ViQueen as Ingrid reaches down grabbing her right arm pulling the Wild One up. The Bikini Teamer dips under Feral lifting her fireman’s style and holds her across the blonde’s shoulders, Feral pulls her free arm forward ready to slam her elbow into Ingrid’s skull, but before she can Halstrom falls backwards driving Feral into the canvas with a Samoan Drop.
Feral grunts in pain as the small blonde lands on her abused stomach and her back slams into the unyielding mat. The ViQueen wraps an arm around Feral’s head and hooks her legs pulling her ass up off the canvas as she locks the inside cradle on.
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Feral barely beats the count, out on the ring apron Savage lets out a big sigh of relief. Feral breathing hard tries to crawl towards the Wild One’s corner, Ingrid cuts her off and brings the Wild One back to her feet and points her at one of the neutral corners and whips her hard towards the padded steel buckles. Feral turns herself at the last second taking the pads to her spine as she winces in pain and her back arches. Ingrid waits to see Feral impact before moving in, rushing into the corner Halstrom leaps crashing into the darkened skin woman crushing her in the corner with a stinger splash.
The crowd now backing the ViQueen, and cheer as Ingrid hits and bounces off the smaller Feral. Halstrom half turns and reaches back for the brunette’s head to pull her out of the corner when Feral in pain reacts with a wicked double breast claw. Ingrid gasps in pain and shock as Feral digs all ten digits into the blonde’s soft flesh and boob oozes out between her fingers. Ingrid grabs both of Feral’s wrists trying to pry her hands off the blonde’s gurls, but the Wild One sticks her tongue out and spins pulling Ingrid by her orbs and tosses the Norse woman to the canvas.
Feral rubbing her stomach heads towards Savage, the blonde Wild One saying, “Feral you know we don’t do that any more.”
The smaller brunette shrugs and holds out her hand for the tag. “No, you don’t do that anymore, honey.” Feral answers her girlfriend matter-of-factly as she makes the tag, “I never agreed to that shit. Now stop chastising me and take care of business!” Savage can only shake her head as she steps through the ropes and deadlifts Ingrid, who was still massaging her mangled gurls, into vertical suplex position.
“Sorry about that,” Savage offers sincerely as she holds the lightweight up, letting the blood rush to Halstrom’s head, “Like I said, she ain’t been housebroken yet. Please don’t hold it against her, it’s just how she is.”
“Guh-go to hell, you snake!” Ingrid spits out while she still can, “You’re not fooling me for a second!”
Savage lets out a mournful sigh and shakes her head, “Have it your way. Still have a match to win, though. Sorry.” With that, she drops Ingrid onto her head with a wicked brainbuster, then floats over to make the cover, hooking the leg.
ONE!
TWO!!
Kolina dives at Savage, driving a double axe handle into the Blonde Bomber’s back to save her partner, breaking up the pinfall. No sooner had Naslund gotten to her feet, though, when she is met by a sprinting Feral, launching herself at Kolina, and nailing her in the chest with a shotgun dropkick that sends her sprawling into the corner. Savage quickly shrugs off the double axe handle from the Big Swede and scrambles to her feet to follow up on Feral’s attack and eliminate Kolina from the equation. She dashes into the corner and levels her with a Yakuza Kick that rocks Kolina and sends her crashing through the ropes and down to the floor. Savage has no time to admire her handiwork, however, as she feels a pair of hands on her shoulders, then knees at her back, pulling her down, as Ingrid somehow managed to spring to life and dispatch of Feral, hurling the featherweight through the ropes, then nail Savage with a Backstabber!
ONE!
TWO!!
Savage offers a strong kickout at two-and-a-quarter, physically throwing the ViQueen off of her. The tenacious Swedish blonde keeps the pressure up, though, clambering to her feet and laying in the boot leather to Savage before she can get up herself.
“Get up!” Ingrid barks at Savage as she helps her do just that via a tight handful of hair, “You’re gonna pay for what you did to us!” She then backs the bigger blonde into the ropes with a series of stinging knife-edge chops, before sending her to the opposite side with an Irish whip. She rears back and lets fly with a roundhouse kick that would have surely rocked the Queen of the Steel Jungle to her core had she not ducked under the blow. On the rebound, though, Savage nails Ingrid with a brutal lariat that turns the poor girl inside out!
Letting out an animalistic, guttural growl, Savage stomps over to Ingrid, who had pushed herself up onto all fours. She wraps her arms around the ViQueen’s waist and, in an impressive display of power, lifts the Swede up, gutwrench-style, and hoists her up onto her shoulder in a torturous Canadian Backbreaker.
CANADIAN BACKBREAKER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=2PJKVJTHDX8
“Ingrid, what do you say?” Craig is quick to swoop in and check on the battered blonde.
“Nuh...nuh...NOOOOO!!!” she cries out in between screams of agony, shaking her head emphatically. “NONONONONO!!!” she continues, almost as if she’s trying to convince herself not to give in.
“Hang on, Ingrid!” Kolina shouts encouragement to her partner from the floor, having finally struggled to her feet with the assistance of the ring apron. “You can do it!” Unfortunately, the Big Swede finds herself sprawled out on the floor once more when Feral flies across the ring before Long can even process what’s happening, and launches herself at Naslund through the middle and bottom ropes, nailing her flush in the jaw with a suicide dive-esque dropkick. At the same time, Savage puts Ingrid out of her misery, hefting her up and down across her knee with a nasty-looking shoulderbreaker.
DIVING DROPKICK TO THE OUTSIDE: youtu.be/AiNrPS9Z4fY?t=4
SHOULDERBREAKER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3zJs4f7yO0
The Blonde Bomber shoves Ingrid off of her knee, letting her splat face-down onto the mat. Raising herself up to full height, the powerhouse throws up the horns to a round of cheers from the FAWN Faithful. Hauling the groggy Ingrid to her feet by the hair, Savage goes over to her corner and makes the tag to Feral, who had already ascended to the top turnbuckle. As the Punk Princess rises on her perch, Savage hoists Ingrid up onto her shoulders. From there, Feral leaps at Ingrid, driving her knees into her chest as Savage sends her crashing to the mat below, leaving the ViQueen as a victim of the Tower Crasher!
TOWER CRASHER (only, it’s a meteora instead of a clothesline): www.youtube.com/watch?v=7DolsJV-vLo
Ingrid groans as she’s sandwiched between the unforgiving mat and Feral’s knees. The featherweight lands perfectly, straddling Ingrid’s chest as she hooks both of the blonde’s legs, folding her up in a picture perfect schoolgirl pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
Savage helps her girlfriend up and lifts her off the ground with a celebratory hug and a kiss as the FAWNatics cheer for the victorious duo.
“Ladies and gentlemen...Your winners, via pinfall...THE WILD ONES!!!”
A disappointed Kolina helps Ingrid to her feet and the two of them glare at the celebrating lovers, upset at having been denied their rightful revenge. Savage sees this and nods to the Swedes, to which Feral scowls, but reluctantly nods. The Wild Ones walk over to Halstrom and Naslund, both teams looking like they’re more than ready to resume hostilities. The crowd is pleasantly surprised, then, when the bike chicks stick out their hands.
“Thank you for the match, ladies.” Savage says evenly, prompting the blondes to respond in kind. When the Swedes balk at the show of sportsmanship, Savage tries again, “Look, I know we started on the wrong foot! But, dammit, we’re showing you the respect you deserve here and now! Now, shake our hands!” Ingrid and Kolina look at each other, then to the outstretched hands. For a moment, it looks like they might accept, going so far as to lift their hands out inches away from the bikers’...only to ball those hands up, shake their heads and walk away in disgust. Feral sneers at the blondes spurning their show of respect and looks ready to pounce when her girlfriend taps her on the chest, seeming to hold her back somewhat. “Let it go, babe. They’re not wrong for being mad at us. We messed ‘em up pretty good. We tried to make peace, and that’s all we can do. It’s a shame they don’t wanna hear it, but it is what it is.” The frown from Feral turns into a smirk when Savage adds, “But next time we cross paths, we ain’t gonna play so nice, since that’s how they want it.” With a knowing nod from Feral. The pair climb up opposing turnbuckles to soak in the cheers of the FAWN Faithful before taking their well-earned victory lap and heading to the back.