Post by hawkeye on Oct 11, 2021 0:19:33 GMT
The arena is buzzing with anticipation for this next match. It’s the long-awaited return of the wandering champion, Harriet Larkin. The anarchist from Santa Fe won the Intercontinental strap from Astrid White in January 2020 and immediately set off to fulfill the title's namesake. Harriet defended the title for months worldwide, defeating challengers in Zimbabwe, trouncing up-and-comers in Petersburg, humiliating rivals in China. After every victory, a Political landmark or financial building gets tagged with an anti-institutional quote. There’s no proof it was Harriet, but everyone can connect those dots. These tags helped grow the grappling graffiti artist's reputation and mystique, increasing her international appeal. Then, just when Larkin started to close in on Jenny Jacobs' record with the title, she loses it in an Ironwoman match to a decorated high flyer from the Ivory Coast. The title changed hands a couple of times before Harriet finally regained the championship, beating a superheavyweight in Ontario, Canada, in a Blackfoot Deathmatch. Now fully recovered, Harriet Larkin is returning to FAWN's home in Orlando, Florida, a champion once again. Tonight will be the first time Larkin defends the Intercontinental title on American soil.
MOANING LISA SMILE
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Flames lit up the arena, licking out from several concealed ‘throwers in the stage and down the entranceway. The sudden heat heralded the arrival of a statuesque redhead, swishing out from behind the curtain and striding off down the entranceway as if she could neither feel the heat nor see the naked flames bursting just a few feet away from her. Over her right shoulder, reflecting the lights of the fire on its gleaming surface, is the Intercontinental Championship.
Larkin wears what was once a variation for her triumphant return but now is her standard outfit. A red sports bra with a pleated tartan skirt, short and flared enough to give more than a glimpse of a pair of red panties underneath, a similar shade to her hair. Those auburn locks fell in loose waves over her shoulders, while those long and sunkissed legs were bare except for a pair of red boxing boots.
HARRIET LARKIN
Although several fans at ringside look around with the expectation of seeing the redhead’s omnipresent friends in FlC. One would think her stablemates would love an on-camera celebration of their friend, but Lyra Faulk and Nobody are never ones to be predictable. It appeared that she was flying solo for this evening. The more knowledgeable at ringside were immediately suspicious of this given the group’s history of surprise attacks, peering around the crowds in the hopes of identifying a ringer in their midst. But Larkin showed little awareness of this, simply ascending the steps, slipping into the ring, and raising the gleaming title for all to see.
An attendant hands the journeywoman champion a microphone, and Harriet addresses the crowd with a raised voice and a harsh tone, "I'm back! I've seen the best of what the world has to offer, and now I'm back here in this crumbling empire."
The nostalgia pop quickly becomes practiced jeers and boos; Harriet’s never been one to play to the crowd, which remains unchanged on her second run with gold. Curiously, there are still more than few groups in the stands still cheering for the social revolutionary.
Harriet notes these cheers with a raised eyebrow, looking a touch pleased, "In my absence, it seems a lot more the populace seems to be waking up from the mass delusion and are ready to upset the system. That's why I'm here. To change things and wake bitches up from their comfort comas. Maria Alves is too busy dodging Interpol to be here, so Bethany Christian begged and bribed me to prop up this sham of an organization."
"I got clearance to handpick my opponent, but all I see on the roster is bikini meat, pretending to be wrestlers. So I'm making this an open challenge! The first woman in the back to muster enough reach to aspire beyond mediocrity, come down the ramp and let's see what you got."
Harriet throws the microphone behind her without looking or caring where it lands and stares a hole into the entrance ramp, raising the title so everyone in the building can see the prize on the line, daring anyone to try and step up at this opportunity. There beat of silence. And another. And another. The lights go out. The speakers blare a symphony that has half the crowd on their feet, screaming moments before the spotlights turn on.
TURNADOT- FINALE
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The air fills with sounds of a full orchestra playing alongside powerful, classically trained singers. The audio of Giacomo Puccini’s three-stage opera feels perfectly appropriate with the sight of the stage illuminated with blinding white spotlights; all focused on the towering sentinel that was the international and LAW main-eventer, Victoria Hackenschmidt.
VICTORIA HACKENSCMIDT
Victoria drinks in the uproarious response the FAWNatics give after such a long period of negativity from the independent scene. Her former partner and student, Danica Dadal, had walked back a lot of the accusations of ‘hogging the spotlight’ and ‘holding her back,’ but some wrestling fans in the West seemed to love hating on The Knight, no matter who Victoria faced. But FAWN appears to be welcoming on her first impression. ,The German Giant stood tall and imposing in gleaming silver armour that reflected the bright lights shining down, making her appear as a descended archangel. Victoria drinks in the uproarious response the FAWNatics give after such a long period of negativity from the independent scene. Her former partner and student, Danica Dadal, had walked back a lot of the accusations of ‘hogging the spotlight’ and ‘holding her back,’ but some wrestling fans in the West seemed to love hating on The Knight, no matter who Victoria faced. But FAWN seems to be welcoming on her first impression. Hackenschmidt takes in a calming breath through her nose and sets down the ramp. Her head is covered in a Corinthian helmet that protects the back and sides of her head but leaves her high-boned cheeks free, a strip of metal stretched down from the center opening to cover her nose. The helm is smooth other than an artful etching that circles the top of the skull resembling a bejewelled crown. A fitted plackart covered Vic’s modest chest and firm belly connected to a pair of pauldrons covering her shoulders, all detailed in similar etchings to her helmet, which gave the young veteran an aura of royalty.
Head bowed in silent prayer; her gauntleted hands clutched the handle of cross hilted broadsword nearly four feet in length, a replica of an old family heirloom that hung over the fireplace in her family estate in Hesse, Germany. With a mighty roar, she flexes her powerful arms and hefts the blade up to a cheering audience, then onto her shoulder before beginning her march towards the ring, the spotlights following her every step.
Before the bell, Victoria tries to keep focused on the match ahead, but she still reaches her free arm out to slap the hands of the FAWNatics leaning over the guardrail. The Valiant One briefly detours to a set of steel steps where a solid-looking metal box with a small slit cut into the top sat by the ring apron. Hackenschmidt takes the sword off her shoulder, swings in a broad and swift circle before plunging it down into the box with one hand in a single smooth motion. She takes off her armour and places it neatly on the step to be collected later by a ring attendant. The Knight’s no longer armed and fortified but somehow looks more dangerous in her usual ring attire. White halter top with matching boy-cut shorts, white boots and knee pads, and an elbow-length fingerless white glove on her right arm. All her gear has thin black lines that resemble plate armour similar to what she just discarded.
As The Knight steps over the top rope, the house lights come on, and the spotlights turn off. Victoria's music fades out, leaving the air filled with the raucous noise of the happy Orlando crowd. At the same time, Harriet and Victory have a heated staredown from their respective corners in the ring. There was a chance of serious competition, but Harriet didn't expect someone of Hackenschmidt's stature. She clenches her title with a white-knuckled grip as she runs through strategies in her mind.
While the announcer is handed cards with Victoria’s information, jeers and boos trickle in and mix with the acclimation. This builds to a somewhat divisive reaction to the long-time babyface powerhouse. Frowning a bit at the quick change-of-mind, Vic runs a hand through her close-cut golden hair and takes it in stride. Some fans have just committed to hasting her, but most see Hackenscmidt as what she is, a person who deserves respect and a damn good wrestler. The announcer takes his place in the center of the ring and starts the introductions.
"Ladies and Gentleman, our next match is is for the INTERCONTINENTAL Championship! The contest is scheduled for one fall and has a 30-minute time limit. Our challenger; standing at 5 feet 11 inches and weighing in at 152 pounds!! From Phoenix, Arizona by way of Hesse, Germany!! She is The Valiant One!! The Cleaving sword!! Victoria “The Knight” Hackenschmidt!!!”
There’s another big (but mixed)pop from the crowd at the LAW star’s introduction. Vicoria steps forward and points to the shiny gold belt on Harriet’s shoulder and speaks with a stern, raised voice, “Das wird mir gehören heute Nacht!”
That will be mine tonight.
As her intro broadcasts, Harriet lifts the title to the lights and bares her teeth at the sauerkraut slurper, trying to make her name off Larkin’s hard work.
“Hailing from Santa Fe, New Mexico, she stands at 5 feet and 10 inches tall and weighs in at 140 pounds! Representing The FIC, she is known as the Hollow Girl, the Intercontinental Champion…Harriet Larkin!”
Larkin gets an inverse response of Victoria’s, mostly boos but a solid smattering of cheers throughout the arena. Victoria steps back closer to her corner as Harriet gives the title to an attendant. The official performs his prematch check on the champion, risking a broken finger in the process. Victoria paces on her side of the ring, eager for the bell to ring and so she can begin the FAWN part of her career with a big win. Victoria notices an energetic group of fans in the third row trying to get her attention. They’re holding up a blown-up photo of Danica Dadal’s lingerie shoot from last month’s Gladiatrix. The Squire’s famous rack is pushed up, front and center and threatening to steal the spotlight from any match going on. They’ve added the caption ‘Hills where Knights fear to tread!’ Vic tries to tear her wide eyes away from her former best friend’s Titanic-sized chest but can’t stop herself from turning her head to look back, muttering nervously, “Did they know I was coming?”
THWAK!
Taking her eyes off The Hollow girl even for just a moment proves a fatal mistake! Harriet Larkin blasts Victoria in the face with a single leg dropkick, upending her in a clumsy matchbook. Her toned ass is facing the lights within the opening seconds of Victoria’s first FAWN match! ”Verdammt!” The Knight curses her recklessness and flips over to her front. Larkin is two steps ahead; the Ginger headed graffiti artist wraps her arms around Victoria's waist and lifts her as easily as a can of spray paint. A quick and arc with a bad landing, Harriet compresses Vic's spine with a Deadlift German Suplex.
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Harriet maintains the bridge looking to set a record for a pinfall victory but Hackenschmidt jerks out of the pin into a sprawl before the ref can count to One. Harriet’s unperturbed and stalks a genuflecting Victoria and slaps her hard on the liver, making the German shudder and seize up “Scheiße!”
Harriet drags Hackenschmidt to her feet with a choking facelock, “Still feeling strong, big girl?” With a handful of Victoria’s tights, Harriet hoists the taller woman up with a Suplex lift and keeps the German up there like a fleshy skyscraper. The international anarchist gets respectful applause from the FAWNatics as they count the seconds by, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!...”
Harriet treads deeper into the ring, keeping her blonde cargo aloft and vertical with a slight quiver. To the shock of everyone in the building, Larkin does a deep crouch and jumps straight up, throwing the SuperDestroyer class wrestler in the air! As Victoria starts to flip in her descent, Harriet drops onto her back and pulls her knees in, giving the German immigrant’s spine a brutal landing! Victoria’s face is quickly reddening, all the blood in her body starts to pool in her head.
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"Ooaaahh!!!”
Vic bounces off Larkin’s joints with an anguished cry and flops onto her belly, writhing on the canvas till The Hollow Girl pushes her face up and lies across the blonde’s chest for a lateral pin.
ONE! TW- Kickout!
Harriet Larkin gives the zebra a dirty look, “Typical corporate cog, putting the company before the people.” The official is frazzled by that and stammers an explanation as she pulls up Hackenschmidt by her short hair. Harriet gives The Knight a disrespectful, CRACKing bytch slap across the face, then takes the stunned newcomer by the wrist and sends her to the farthest corner with an Irish Whip- Victoria holds tight! She reveres the whip to pull Harriet into a harsh Short-Arm Clothesline; Larkin hits the thinly padded plywood with her head and shoulders. The FIC vanguard cradles her aching skull and awkwardly climbs to her feet. Victoria’s a little faster to stand up, but she has a hand at the small of her creaky back, The Knight gets the jump on the FIC vanguard and knocks her back down with a Clothesline across the clavicle. Victoria spits down at the IC champion, “Yes, still feeling strong.”
The Cleaving Sword of Hesse raises Harriet by the ears, sends her away with an Irish Whip, and gives chase; two steps after Harriet rebounds off the ropes, Victoria’s brawny arm crashes into the redhead’s breasts with another clothesline. Victoria takes some of Larkin’s long, ginger locks in hand and uses them as a leash to pull the champion onto her boots, “want to switch it up?” She makes Larkin run the ropes and backs into them herself to burst forward into a big crash with the champion, forcing Harriet into a painful tumble with a powerful Shoulderblock
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Victoria’s settling into a grove, and the crowd feels it. A burgeoning “VIC-TOR-IA!” chant echoes in the building while the wrestler in question walks over to Harriet, who’s raised herself to a knee. Victoria decides to help her the rest of the way with a slight tug on the ears. Harriet’s hands flash up and dig practiced nails into The Knight’s eyes.
“Oww!”
Hackenschmidt stumbles back rubbing her watering eyes, leaving her vulnerable to the FIFA level soccer kick Larkin smacks against her womanhood. Thousands of people wince and cringe at once seeing The Knight get rocked by a low blow that ranks in FAWN’s Top Ten crotch shots(Updated every year). Victoria doubles over with her and between quaking legs. Tears run down Victoria’s cheeks as she emits a whining moan. The Hollow Girl takes a rough grip of The Knight’s hair, bends her free arm into a V and hammers clubbing blows to the German’s back, “I heard through the grapevine you can wrestle, but can’t fight for shit. Looks like that’s true.”
Hackenschmidt grunts and wavers with each blow but will not go down, so Harry gets creative. In a quick three-step, Harriet drops to a knee, shoots under Vic’s upper body and shoots back up, scarily throwing the German over the ropes with a Back Body Drop. Thankfully, Victoria’s able to snag the middle coil avoiding an injury-inducing fall, but jars that sore back against the apron’s edge. Victoria bites down a scream and tries to power through the pain, pulling herself entirely onto the apron and slowly begins her feet under her. Harriet steps through the ropes keeps the challenger on her knees with more clubbing blows, and when Vic’s good and pacified, she takes her arms in a Double Underhook. This is the setup for the champ’s finisher, an elevated Snap DDT called-
FALLS THE SHADOW
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Hitting that move on the apron could put Victoria out with a concussion if it lands. Harriet lifts her cargo in the air and drops back, driving- Hackenschmidt grapes the top rope! Harriet can’t keep her grip and falls onto the apron with a hard bump; The Hollow girl curls inward, the back of her head colliding hard with the ring floor. Seeing an opportunity, Victoria leaps down off the apron to the outside, spiking Harriet above the heart with an elbow drop.
Larkin lets a squawk, her eyes briefly rolling back in her head. That elbow felt like it went THROUGH her body and pinned her to the structure. Victoria takes the Intercontinental champion and rearranges her wet noodle-like body so she’s face up and hanging off the edge of the ring from head to her chest; Harriet long curly hair dangles to the padded concrete like a red waterfall. Victoria sprints to a set of steel steps and U-turns back to Larkin, pasting her in the cheek with a Running Pump Kick! “OOOHHH!!!” The anti-social social revolutionary gets some sympathy from the Orlando crowd when they see Harriet spin like the minute hand of a clock. Now it’s Larkin’s akimbo legs that dangle off the apron while the rest of Harriet lies on the mat like roadkill, her belly heaving and head rolling listlessly. Hackenschmidt takes her by the thigh and wrist, pulling her straight along the lip of the ring. The Knight seems to have taken a liking to this part of the Squared Circle. Victoria takes Larkin b the straps of her sports bra and THUNK! Harriet Brings The Thunder with a headbutt that gets another groan out of the FAWNatics. Victoria retreats unsteadily blinking stars out of her eyes while Larkin sits up, the redhead swings her legs down to the floor and stomps over to the towering challenger, asking rhetorically, “Puberty hit you like a truck, huh?”
The graffiti artist tags Vic with one, two, three punches to her cheek and follows up with a Crosschop to the throat, Victoria leans back against the guardrail gagging and holding her throat, getting pats on the back and shoulders from first row fans. Harriet runs toward her with an arm extended for a clothesline, but Hackenschidt pushes off the railing, nailing Harry in the chin with another Pump Kick, putting the champion on her ass. Still gagging from the Crosschop, Victoria picks up Harriet by the throat and heaves her into the air showing off the anarchist’s worried face to the stadium before slamming back onto the ledge of the apron.
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Harriet squirms on the apron feeling her aches and pains, she tilts her head up to see what Victoria’s planning next but she can’t see her, the champ croaks, “Where is she?”
Victoria was mid-air.
As a general rule Destroyer Class wrestlers stay away from the top rope. Whether it be a lack of training or disdain for the lightweights. Victoria however, was trained by her family in all manner of styles and she found the high ground quite helpful. The Knight leaps from the top of the post facing away from Larkin, the worried champ only has the strength to raise her hands plaintively, yelling “Nnoo!” before the LAWful Knight squashes her with a Coffin Drop!
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Victoria crashes into Harriet like a meteorite from the heavens. Both of them spill onto the floor outside, but Larkin is very much feeling THE WORST of the two. Feeling the adrenaline coursing through her body, Hackenschmidt gets up with a slap on the commentator’s table and a roar. The Fan roar back, watching Victoria pick up Harriet by the top and waistband and giving The Hollow Girl the bum’s rush into the ring. The rough material of the mat rubbing against her skin wakes Larkin from her stupor, and she tries to get up. Unfortunately, Victoria’s already in the ring and in position to pull her into a headscissors. Wrapping her strong arms around Harriet’s middle, Victoria flips her up and over till she’s wearing the graffiti artist like a backpack. Larkin’s ankles are hooked on Vic’s thighs while the German pulls down on the redhead’s arms, stretching Lakin in the rare submission known as a Gory Special.
Harriet whips her head back and forth, screaming as the German tries to rip her arms out of their sockets while snapping her back. Victoria walks to the middle of the ring, yelling, “Es ist vorbei!” Pulling harder with her right arm, Victoria reaches back with her left and curls her hand around Harriet’s neck and touches the back of her head. Victoria bends forward to build power, then throws herself back, driving Larkin into the ring floor face first!
FAFNIR’S FANG
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Harriet Larkin’s head bounces off the ring so high her body makes a U shape before she loses all tension and sags flat. Cheek to the canvas and a foot twitching. Victoria Hackenschmidt shoves Harriet onto her back and throws herself atop her stomach, pulling the far leg in tight for what must be the match-ending cover.
ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!
“Your winner and NEW INTERCONTENINETAL CHAMPION…. VICTORIA HACKENSCHMIDT!!!”
Victoria releases Harriet's leg letting it flop listless to the side, and stands up. She steps over the prodigal, now former champion's fluttering belly, not sparring the conquered anarchist a glance. Victoria takes the Intercontinental championship from the official with her heart beating wildly in her chest. Victoria's new beginning is made of gold and it's in her grasp. As the referee raises her hand, the ovation from the Floridians starts to sour, the boos increase in enthusiasm, and the chant that's haunted her nearly two years reverbs, "DANICA! DANICA! DANICA!...."
Some performers just can’t get the crowd on their side, good person or not. This display typically rattles The Knight, but holding the IC title grounds Victoria and gives her a sense of validity she's been missing for a while now.
Medics help Larkin to the back while the victorious Victoria leaves the ring, but instead of going up the ramp she heads to the timekeeper's table and procures a microphone. Blinking away sweat from her eyes, Victoria addresses the crowd. Voice breathy with exhaustion, and her accent a little heavy, she says, " My name is Victoria Hackenschmidt, and I am a professional wrestler." The fans mixed reaction leans positive, Vic continues "I realize that when I don't have some of the 'qualities' of some of your favourite here in FAWN." As she says she lightly swathes a hand across perfectly proportional cleavage, glistening with perspiration. A few whistles leak out from the crowd and the German raises an eyebrow, not a reaction she usually gets. She'll sort out her feelings on that later, "but you all know I've dedicated everything that I am to this sport, I started my training at 14 and since then I've fought on every continent Nd I've beaten every woman across the ring from me. I will not allow myself or this ring to be disrespected!"
The crowd's reception starts to worsen, 'Big Match Vic' is hogging the spotlight again. Victoria continues as if they were silent, "I will defend this championship against ANYONE that takes up the challenge. I will endeavour to show respect to my opponent and conduct myself befitting my family legacy. And will defeat everyone in my path. "
She turns to the camera and stares through the lens into the eyes of every troll, detractor, and rumour spreaders that dogged Victoria for two years now.
"Whether you like it…. Or not."
MOANING LISA SMILE
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Flames lit up the arena, licking out from several concealed ‘throwers in the stage and down the entranceway. The sudden heat heralded the arrival of a statuesque redhead, swishing out from behind the curtain and striding off down the entranceway as if she could neither feel the heat nor see the naked flames bursting just a few feet away from her. Over her right shoulder, reflecting the lights of the fire on its gleaming surface, is the Intercontinental Championship.
Larkin wears what was once a variation for her triumphant return but now is her standard outfit. A red sports bra with a pleated tartan skirt, short and flared enough to give more than a glimpse of a pair of red panties underneath, a similar shade to her hair. Those auburn locks fell in loose waves over her shoulders, while those long and sunkissed legs were bare except for a pair of red boxing boots.
HARRIET LARKIN
Although several fans at ringside look around with the expectation of seeing the redhead’s omnipresent friends in FlC. One would think her stablemates would love an on-camera celebration of their friend, but Lyra Faulk and Nobody are never ones to be predictable. It appeared that she was flying solo for this evening. The more knowledgeable at ringside were immediately suspicious of this given the group’s history of surprise attacks, peering around the crowds in the hopes of identifying a ringer in their midst. But Larkin showed little awareness of this, simply ascending the steps, slipping into the ring, and raising the gleaming title for all to see.
An attendant hands the journeywoman champion a microphone, and Harriet addresses the crowd with a raised voice and a harsh tone, "I'm back! I've seen the best of what the world has to offer, and now I'm back here in this crumbling empire."
The nostalgia pop quickly becomes practiced jeers and boos; Harriet’s never been one to play to the crowd, which remains unchanged on her second run with gold. Curiously, there are still more than few groups in the stands still cheering for the social revolutionary.
Harriet notes these cheers with a raised eyebrow, looking a touch pleased, "In my absence, it seems a lot more the populace seems to be waking up from the mass delusion and are ready to upset the system. That's why I'm here. To change things and wake bitches up from their comfort comas. Maria Alves is too busy dodging Interpol to be here, so Bethany Christian begged and bribed me to prop up this sham of an organization."
"I got clearance to handpick my opponent, but all I see on the roster is bikini meat, pretending to be wrestlers. So I'm making this an open challenge! The first woman in the back to muster enough reach to aspire beyond mediocrity, come down the ramp and let's see what you got."
Harriet throws the microphone behind her without looking or caring where it lands and stares a hole into the entrance ramp, raising the title so everyone in the building can see the prize on the line, daring anyone to try and step up at this opportunity. There beat of silence. And another. And another. The lights go out. The speakers blare a symphony that has half the crowd on their feet, screaming moments before the spotlights turn on.
TURNADOT- FINALE
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The air fills with sounds of a full orchestra playing alongside powerful, classically trained singers. The audio of Giacomo Puccini’s three-stage opera feels perfectly appropriate with the sight of the stage illuminated with blinding white spotlights; all focused on the towering sentinel that was the international and LAW main-eventer, Victoria Hackenschmidt.
VICTORIA HACKENSCMIDT
Victoria drinks in the uproarious response the FAWNatics give after such a long period of negativity from the independent scene. Her former partner and student, Danica Dadal, had walked back a lot of the accusations of ‘hogging the spotlight’ and ‘holding her back,’ but some wrestling fans in the West seemed to love hating on The Knight, no matter who Victoria faced. But FAWN appears to be welcoming on her first impression. ,The German Giant stood tall and imposing in gleaming silver armour that reflected the bright lights shining down, making her appear as a descended archangel. Victoria drinks in the uproarious response the FAWNatics give after such a long period of negativity from the independent scene. Her former partner and student, Danica Dadal, had walked back a lot of the accusations of ‘hogging the spotlight’ and ‘holding her back,’ but some wrestling fans in the West seemed to love hating on The Knight, no matter who Victoria faced. But FAWN seems to be welcoming on her first impression. Hackenschmidt takes in a calming breath through her nose and sets down the ramp. Her head is covered in a Corinthian helmet that protects the back and sides of her head but leaves her high-boned cheeks free, a strip of metal stretched down from the center opening to cover her nose. The helm is smooth other than an artful etching that circles the top of the skull resembling a bejewelled crown. A fitted plackart covered Vic’s modest chest and firm belly connected to a pair of pauldrons covering her shoulders, all detailed in similar etchings to her helmet, which gave the young veteran an aura of royalty.
Head bowed in silent prayer; her gauntleted hands clutched the handle of cross hilted broadsword nearly four feet in length, a replica of an old family heirloom that hung over the fireplace in her family estate in Hesse, Germany. With a mighty roar, she flexes her powerful arms and hefts the blade up to a cheering audience, then onto her shoulder before beginning her march towards the ring, the spotlights following her every step.
Before the bell, Victoria tries to keep focused on the match ahead, but she still reaches her free arm out to slap the hands of the FAWNatics leaning over the guardrail. The Valiant One briefly detours to a set of steel steps where a solid-looking metal box with a small slit cut into the top sat by the ring apron. Hackenschmidt takes the sword off her shoulder, swings in a broad and swift circle before plunging it down into the box with one hand in a single smooth motion. She takes off her armour and places it neatly on the step to be collected later by a ring attendant. The Knight’s no longer armed and fortified but somehow looks more dangerous in her usual ring attire. White halter top with matching boy-cut shorts, white boots and knee pads, and an elbow-length fingerless white glove on her right arm. All her gear has thin black lines that resemble plate armour similar to what she just discarded.
As The Knight steps over the top rope, the house lights come on, and the spotlights turn off. Victoria's music fades out, leaving the air filled with the raucous noise of the happy Orlando crowd. At the same time, Harriet and Victory have a heated staredown from their respective corners in the ring. There was a chance of serious competition, but Harriet didn't expect someone of Hackenschmidt's stature. She clenches her title with a white-knuckled grip as she runs through strategies in her mind.
While the announcer is handed cards with Victoria’s information, jeers and boos trickle in and mix with the acclimation. This builds to a somewhat divisive reaction to the long-time babyface powerhouse. Frowning a bit at the quick change-of-mind, Vic runs a hand through her close-cut golden hair and takes it in stride. Some fans have just committed to hasting her, but most see Hackenscmidt as what she is, a person who deserves respect and a damn good wrestler. The announcer takes his place in the center of the ring and starts the introductions.
"Ladies and Gentleman, our next match is is for the INTERCONTINENTAL Championship! The contest is scheduled for one fall and has a 30-minute time limit. Our challenger; standing at 5 feet 11 inches and weighing in at 152 pounds!! From Phoenix, Arizona by way of Hesse, Germany!! She is The Valiant One!! The Cleaving sword!! Victoria “The Knight” Hackenschmidt!!!”
There’s another big (but mixed)pop from the crowd at the LAW star’s introduction. Vicoria steps forward and points to the shiny gold belt on Harriet’s shoulder and speaks with a stern, raised voice, “Das wird mir gehören heute Nacht!”
That will be mine tonight.
As her intro broadcasts, Harriet lifts the title to the lights and bares her teeth at the sauerkraut slurper, trying to make her name off Larkin’s hard work.
“Hailing from Santa Fe, New Mexico, she stands at 5 feet and 10 inches tall and weighs in at 140 pounds! Representing The FIC, she is known as the Hollow Girl, the Intercontinental Champion…Harriet Larkin!”
Larkin gets an inverse response of Victoria’s, mostly boos but a solid smattering of cheers throughout the arena. Victoria steps back closer to her corner as Harriet gives the title to an attendant. The official performs his prematch check on the champion, risking a broken finger in the process. Victoria paces on her side of the ring, eager for the bell to ring and so she can begin the FAWN part of her career with a big win. Victoria notices an energetic group of fans in the third row trying to get her attention. They’re holding up a blown-up photo of Danica Dadal’s lingerie shoot from last month’s Gladiatrix. The Squire’s famous rack is pushed up, front and center and threatening to steal the spotlight from any match going on. They’ve added the caption ‘Hills where Knights fear to tread!’ Vic tries to tear her wide eyes away from her former best friend’s Titanic-sized chest but can’t stop herself from turning her head to look back, muttering nervously, “Did they know I was coming?”
THWAK!
Taking her eyes off The Hollow girl even for just a moment proves a fatal mistake! Harriet Larkin blasts Victoria in the face with a single leg dropkick, upending her in a clumsy matchbook. Her toned ass is facing the lights within the opening seconds of Victoria’s first FAWN match! ”Verdammt!” The Knight curses her recklessness and flips over to her front. Larkin is two steps ahead; the Ginger headed graffiti artist wraps her arms around Victoria's waist and lifts her as easily as a can of spray paint. A quick and arc with a bad landing, Harriet compresses Vic's spine with a Deadlift German Suplex.
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Harriet maintains the bridge looking to set a record for a pinfall victory but Hackenschmidt jerks out of the pin into a sprawl before the ref can count to One. Harriet’s unperturbed and stalks a genuflecting Victoria and slaps her hard on the liver, making the German shudder and seize up “Scheiße!”
Harriet drags Hackenschmidt to her feet with a choking facelock, “Still feeling strong, big girl?” With a handful of Victoria’s tights, Harriet hoists the taller woman up with a Suplex lift and keeps the German up there like a fleshy skyscraper. The international anarchist gets respectful applause from the FAWNatics as they count the seconds by, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!...”
Harriet treads deeper into the ring, keeping her blonde cargo aloft and vertical with a slight quiver. To the shock of everyone in the building, Larkin does a deep crouch and jumps straight up, throwing the SuperDestroyer class wrestler in the air! As Victoria starts to flip in her descent, Harriet drops onto her back and pulls her knees in, giving the German immigrant’s spine a brutal landing! Victoria’s face is quickly reddening, all the blood in her body starts to pool in her head.
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"Ooaaahh!!!”
Vic bounces off Larkin’s joints with an anguished cry and flops onto her belly, writhing on the canvas till The Hollow Girl pushes her face up and lies across the blonde’s chest for a lateral pin.
ONE! TW- Kickout!
Harriet Larkin gives the zebra a dirty look, “Typical corporate cog, putting the company before the people.” The official is frazzled by that and stammers an explanation as she pulls up Hackenschmidt by her short hair. Harriet gives The Knight a disrespectful, CRACKing bytch slap across the face, then takes the stunned newcomer by the wrist and sends her to the farthest corner with an Irish Whip- Victoria holds tight! She reveres the whip to pull Harriet into a harsh Short-Arm Clothesline; Larkin hits the thinly padded plywood with her head and shoulders. The FIC vanguard cradles her aching skull and awkwardly climbs to her feet. Victoria’s a little faster to stand up, but she has a hand at the small of her creaky back, The Knight gets the jump on the FIC vanguard and knocks her back down with a Clothesline across the clavicle. Victoria spits down at the IC champion, “Yes, still feeling strong.”
The Cleaving Sword of Hesse raises Harriet by the ears, sends her away with an Irish Whip, and gives chase; two steps after Harriet rebounds off the ropes, Victoria’s brawny arm crashes into the redhead’s breasts with another clothesline. Victoria takes some of Larkin’s long, ginger locks in hand and uses them as a leash to pull the champion onto her boots, “want to switch it up?” She makes Larkin run the ropes and backs into them herself to burst forward into a big crash with the champion, forcing Harriet into a painful tumble with a powerful Shoulderblock
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Victoria’s settling into a grove, and the crowd feels it. A burgeoning “VIC-TOR-IA!” chant echoes in the building while the wrestler in question walks over to Harriet, who’s raised herself to a knee. Victoria decides to help her the rest of the way with a slight tug on the ears. Harriet’s hands flash up and dig practiced nails into The Knight’s eyes.
“Oww!”
Hackenschmidt stumbles back rubbing her watering eyes, leaving her vulnerable to the FIFA level soccer kick Larkin smacks against her womanhood. Thousands of people wince and cringe at once seeing The Knight get rocked by a low blow that ranks in FAWN’s Top Ten crotch shots(Updated every year). Victoria doubles over with her and between quaking legs. Tears run down Victoria’s cheeks as she emits a whining moan. The Hollow Girl takes a rough grip of The Knight’s hair, bends her free arm into a V and hammers clubbing blows to the German’s back, “I heard through the grapevine you can wrestle, but can’t fight for shit. Looks like that’s true.”
Hackenschmidt grunts and wavers with each blow but will not go down, so Harry gets creative. In a quick three-step, Harriet drops to a knee, shoots under Vic’s upper body and shoots back up, scarily throwing the German over the ropes with a Back Body Drop. Thankfully, Victoria’s able to snag the middle coil avoiding an injury-inducing fall, but jars that sore back against the apron’s edge. Victoria bites down a scream and tries to power through the pain, pulling herself entirely onto the apron and slowly begins her feet under her. Harriet steps through the ropes keeps the challenger on her knees with more clubbing blows, and when Vic’s good and pacified, she takes her arms in a Double Underhook. This is the setup for the champ’s finisher, an elevated Snap DDT called-
FALLS THE SHADOW
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Hitting that move on the apron could put Victoria out with a concussion if it lands. Harriet lifts her cargo in the air and drops back, driving- Hackenschmidt grapes the top rope! Harriet can’t keep her grip and falls onto the apron with a hard bump; The Hollow girl curls inward, the back of her head colliding hard with the ring floor. Seeing an opportunity, Victoria leaps down off the apron to the outside, spiking Harriet above the heart with an elbow drop.
Larkin lets a squawk, her eyes briefly rolling back in her head. That elbow felt like it went THROUGH her body and pinned her to the structure. Victoria takes the Intercontinental champion and rearranges her wet noodle-like body so she’s face up and hanging off the edge of the ring from head to her chest; Harriet long curly hair dangles to the padded concrete like a red waterfall. Victoria sprints to a set of steel steps and U-turns back to Larkin, pasting her in the cheek with a Running Pump Kick! “OOOHHH!!!” The anti-social social revolutionary gets some sympathy from the Orlando crowd when they see Harriet spin like the minute hand of a clock. Now it’s Larkin’s akimbo legs that dangle off the apron while the rest of Harriet lies on the mat like roadkill, her belly heaving and head rolling listlessly. Hackenschmidt takes her by the thigh and wrist, pulling her straight along the lip of the ring. The Knight seems to have taken a liking to this part of the Squared Circle. Victoria takes Larkin b the straps of her sports bra and THUNK! Harriet Brings The Thunder with a headbutt that gets another groan out of the FAWNatics. Victoria retreats unsteadily blinking stars out of her eyes while Larkin sits up, the redhead swings her legs down to the floor and stomps over to the towering challenger, asking rhetorically, “Puberty hit you like a truck, huh?”
The graffiti artist tags Vic with one, two, three punches to her cheek and follows up with a Crosschop to the throat, Victoria leans back against the guardrail gagging and holding her throat, getting pats on the back and shoulders from first row fans. Harriet runs toward her with an arm extended for a clothesline, but Hackenschidt pushes off the railing, nailing Harry in the chin with another Pump Kick, putting the champion on her ass. Still gagging from the Crosschop, Victoria picks up Harriet by the throat and heaves her into the air showing off the anarchist’s worried face to the stadium before slamming back onto the ledge of the apron.
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Harriet squirms on the apron feeling her aches and pains, she tilts her head up to see what Victoria’s planning next but she can’t see her, the champ croaks, “Where is she?”
Victoria was mid-air.
As a general rule Destroyer Class wrestlers stay away from the top rope. Whether it be a lack of training or disdain for the lightweights. Victoria however, was trained by her family in all manner of styles and she found the high ground quite helpful. The Knight leaps from the top of the post facing away from Larkin, the worried champ only has the strength to raise her hands plaintively, yelling “Nnoo!” before the LAWful Knight squashes her with a Coffin Drop!
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Victoria crashes into Harriet like a meteorite from the heavens. Both of them spill onto the floor outside, but Larkin is very much feeling THE WORST of the two. Feeling the adrenaline coursing through her body, Hackenschmidt gets up with a slap on the commentator’s table and a roar. The Fan roar back, watching Victoria pick up Harriet by the top and waistband and giving The Hollow Girl the bum’s rush into the ring. The rough material of the mat rubbing against her skin wakes Larkin from her stupor, and she tries to get up. Unfortunately, Victoria’s already in the ring and in position to pull her into a headscissors. Wrapping her strong arms around Harriet’s middle, Victoria flips her up and over till she’s wearing the graffiti artist like a backpack. Larkin’s ankles are hooked on Vic’s thighs while the German pulls down on the redhead’s arms, stretching Lakin in the rare submission known as a Gory Special.
Harriet whips her head back and forth, screaming as the German tries to rip her arms out of their sockets while snapping her back. Victoria walks to the middle of the ring, yelling, “Es ist vorbei!” Pulling harder with her right arm, Victoria reaches back with her left and curls her hand around Harriet’s neck and touches the back of her head. Victoria bends forward to build power, then throws herself back, driving Larkin into the ring floor face first!
FAFNIR’S FANG
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Harriet Larkin’s head bounces off the ring so high her body makes a U shape before she loses all tension and sags flat. Cheek to the canvas and a foot twitching. Victoria Hackenschmidt shoves Harriet onto her back and throws herself atop her stomach, pulling the far leg in tight for what must be the match-ending cover.
ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!
“Your winner and NEW INTERCONTENINETAL CHAMPION…. VICTORIA HACKENSCHMIDT!!!”
Victoria releases Harriet's leg letting it flop listless to the side, and stands up. She steps over the prodigal, now former champion's fluttering belly, not sparring the conquered anarchist a glance. Victoria takes the Intercontinental championship from the official with her heart beating wildly in her chest. Victoria's new beginning is made of gold and it's in her grasp. As the referee raises her hand, the ovation from the Floridians starts to sour, the boos increase in enthusiasm, and the chant that's haunted her nearly two years reverbs, "DANICA! DANICA! DANICA!...."
Some performers just can’t get the crowd on their side, good person or not. This display typically rattles The Knight, but holding the IC title grounds Victoria and gives her a sense of validity she's been missing for a while now.
Medics help Larkin to the back while the victorious Victoria leaves the ring, but instead of going up the ramp she heads to the timekeeper's table and procures a microphone. Blinking away sweat from her eyes, Victoria addresses the crowd. Voice breathy with exhaustion, and her accent a little heavy, she says, " My name is Victoria Hackenschmidt, and I am a professional wrestler." The fans mixed reaction leans positive, Vic continues "I realize that when I don't have some of the 'qualities' of some of your favourite here in FAWN." As she says she lightly swathes a hand across perfectly proportional cleavage, glistening with perspiration. A few whistles leak out from the crowd and the German raises an eyebrow, not a reaction she usually gets. She'll sort out her feelings on that later, "but you all know I've dedicated everything that I am to this sport, I started my training at 14 and since then I've fought on every continent Nd I've beaten every woman across the ring from me. I will not allow myself or this ring to be disrespected!"
The crowd's reception starts to worsen, 'Big Match Vic' is hogging the spotlight again. Victoria continues as if they were silent, "I will defend this championship against ANYONE that takes up the challenge. I will endeavour to show respect to my opponent and conduct myself befitting my family legacy. And will defeat everyone in my path. "
She turns to the camera and stares through the lens into the eyes of every troll, detractor, and rumour spreaders that dogged Victoria for two years now.
"Whether you like it…. Or not."