Post by SammieSinclair on Feb 7, 2015 17:03:19 GMT
One title had been defended tonight. Another two were scheduled to be on the line, and when a distinctly feminine scream erupts over the arena's loudspeakers, it becomes clear that the moment has come for the second defense. Even before that shriek has faded, the harsh chords of Avenged Sevenfold's "Scream" fill the void, a development met with a mixture of boos and catcalls. For, in time with the start of the lyrics, Hailey Kennedy--the self-proclaimed "Ultimate Weapon" emerges at the top of the ramp.
“SCREAM”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hg7lIkZdTPk
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer begins, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a thirty minute time limit... and is for the FAWN INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger... Hailing from Swansea, Wales, in the United Kingdom, she stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one-hundred and forty-four pounds. She is the former...” His voice trails off, and the frown that emerges is the unmistakable sign of another FAWN superstar asserting her will over his introductory remarks. “... and FUTURE World champion... She is ‘the Ultimate Weapon’... HAAAIIILLLEEEYYY KEEENNNNNNEEEDDDYYY!!!”
Hailey Kennedy
Many of those who had been jeering her arrival take a moment to marvel at the sheer beauty of this physical specimen. Love her or hate her--and make no mistake, most people fell into the latter camp--there was no denying her splendor or, on a more obvious level, her juggs. The buxom Brit stands with hands on hips, thrusting, purposefully or otherwise, her assets forward. She would possess the height advantage on Bloodwind in the contest, AND she’d have EVERYTHING else, including strength and…muscles… her 32E's straining mightily against her pink bikini top. Kennedy saunters down the aisle, the busty bombshell exuding complete confidence with every step. As she makes her way toward the ring, a number of fans along the aisle come to realize that while her bosom received plentiful attention, her backside was quite spectacular as well, framed by a matching pair of bikini bottoms, the waistband adored with a sequined trim.
Reaching ringside, Hailey stops in front of the steps, a knowing smile forming on her lips as the lyrics continued...
"Relax while you're closing your eyes to me,
So warm as I'm setting you free,
With your arms by your side there's no struggling,
Pleasure's all mine this time..."
Again without the slightest sign of trepidation, Hailey ascends the ring steps, slipping through the ropes and into the ring. She then heads to her corner, before making eye contact with her opponent. For a few moments, both beauties are apparently satisfied to simply glare at each other. But then, Kennedy raises her fists, holding them tight together, before snapping an invisible twig.
An invisible twig that, tonight, she called Juliet.
This wouldn’t be the first time she and the Tempe Temptress had crossed swords. It wouldn’t even be the first time their conflict would have ramifications on the Intercontinental title--their previous match-up had been a tournament semifinal for the vacant belt. Bloodwind had won that night, but Hailey would not let history repeat itself.
As the Ultimate Weapon settles into her corner, the announcer steps back toward center ring. “And her opponent, the Intercontinental champion...”
Navajo Nation launches to its feet with a roar.
“Hailing from Tempe, Arizona… she stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and twenty-five pounds… She is the one and only Tempe Temptress… JUUULLLIIIEEETTT BLLLOOOOOODDDWWWIIINNNDDD!!!!!!”
Juliet Bloodwind
“KILLING IN THE NAME OF”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vAaLeJ53umE
To the accompanying sonic assault of Rage Against the Machine's "Killing in the Name Of", Juliet Bloodwind, emerges atop the ramp. The crowd erupts into a supportive roar, happy to see the Tempe Temptress back in action once more. And that roar grows only louder as Navajo Nation recognizes the change in Juliet’s garb:
Namely, that tonight, just as she had done against Kylie Sanders and Tiffany Mayes, the Tempe Temptress actually sports the *Nubile Navajo’s* garb!
The elder Bloodwind stands clad in a faux deerskin halter, the shoulder straps eventually becoming two thin strings that crisscross her otherwise bare back. She also wears matching bikini bottoms, augmented by for lack of a better term a "half loin cloth" that descends to mid-thigh in the front, and that fails to obscure the view of her derriere in the back--Juliet’s rear view not particularly overshadowed by the woman who normally wore this gear. Ugg boots molded to resemble moccasins adorn her feet, and the Intercontinental title replaces Nyssa’s Lightweight strap to complete the ensemble.
The Tempe Temptress exudes a flirtatious confidence as she struts down the steel toward the ring. The pigtailed Juliet slaps hands with the fans sitting along the ramp, Bloodwind arches a wry eyebrow at this sight of one sign: “JULIET BLOODWIND: THE ULTIMATE TEMPTATION!” Another fan waves a sign that had almost become a fixture, reading: "CONSIDER ME TEMPTED, TEMPE TEMPTRESS!"
And for the sentiment, as always, he is rewarded with a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. Bloodwind makes a complete circuit around the ring, continuing to press the flesh with the assembled fans. Her lap completed, Juliet moves quickly toward the ring, gracefully hopping onto the apron. With her back to the ropes, Juliet casts a quick glance over her shoulder at the official and the announcer before draping her arms over the top rope. The nubile Native American gives a suggestive wiggle of her hips before leaning backward, flipping herself over the top rope and landing on her feet inside the ring, Navajo Nation roaring its approval while Bloodwind hands her strap to the official, then moves to limber up in her corner.
When the bell sounds, the Ultimate Weapon and the Tempe Temptress cautiously approach one another and lock up. After a few seconds spent jostling for dominance, it’s the champion who initially comes out ahead--ironically enough, by slipping behind Hailey and slapping on a tight waistlock.
Kennedy attempts to pry Juliet’s grip loose, which proves to be a difficult task. Difficult, but not impossible--and when the clasp is broken, Hailey spins around, trading places with the Tempe Temptress and applying a waistlock of her own.
The Ultimate Weapon, however, doesn’t give Bloodwind the chance to try a reversal of her own. Instead, with a grunt, Hailey lifts Juliet off her feet, using her waistlock to take the Tempe Temptress down to the mat. The reigning Intercontinental champion soon works her way up to a seated position, but before she can get any further, Hailey slams a knee between Bloodwind’s shoulderblades. Reaching around from behind, Kennedy’s hands clasp the Native American’s chin, and she starts to CRAAAAAAAANK back.
“How about it, Ju...” the referee begins to ask, but Hailey stops her.
“Don’t bother,” the challenger says. “It’s gonna take a lot more to finish this one off.”
“What... shhhee.... saaiiddd...” Bloodwind hisses her agreement through clinched teeth.
With both beauties in agreement, Hailey begins to rise, using her chinlock to pull Juliet up as well. Spinning the Navajo warrior to face her, Kennedy employs a trio a forearm smashes to the chest to back Bloodwind into the ropes. There, she takes a wrist and launches the Tempe Temptress to the ropes, ducking down to propel Juliet toward the lights with a backdrop...
But instead, Juliet leapfrogs her foe, and carries on into the opposite cables. Straightening up, Kennedy demonstrates some nimble feet, spinning around to quickly meet her foe with an extended arm...
But Bloodwind AGAIN proves evasive, ducking the attempted clothesline. Hailey is forced to spin around again, only this time, the Tempe Temptress comes back at her through the air, having springboarded off the middle rope. And she catches the challenger across the chest with a crossbody that takes both woman to the canvas. Acting quickly, the champ hooks a leg.
ONE...
TWO...
Hailey kicks out.
Champion and challenger scramble back to their feet, Juliet arriving there first... which allows her to launch a dropkick that drills Hailey flush in her ultimate weapons, and sends the buxom Welshwoman crashing back to the mat. She picks herself up again, not quite as quickly... and winds up on the receiving end of a second dropkick for her troubles.
The Tempe Temptress gives her opponent a helping hand upward now, rather than waiting for her to rise on her own a third time. Taking a wrist, she administers an Irish whip, and when Kennedy shoots back to her, Bloodwind dips. Wrapping her arms around Hailey’s right thigh, she powers up, hoisting the former World champ airborne before dropping her with a single leg flapjack.
The Ultimate Weapon bounces up to her knees, wincing as her arms cross over her wounded gurls. Quickly kneewalking over to her foe, Juliet sends Kennedy down to her chest with a shove, then goes to work on the challenger’s feet. Folding the Welsh vixen’s legs, right calf atop left shin, the Tempe Temptress scoots forward. Working Kennedy’s right arm under her side, Juliet clasps her hands together underneath Hailey’s jaw, securing the cross legged STF.
CROSS LEGGED STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FuktwGwGCnQ
“What do YOU say, Hai...” the referee begins to ask, only to find himself interrupted once again--this time by Bloodwind.
“Forget it, Jake,” she says, her smile a little pinched by the exertion of her hold. “This bytch would sooner pass out than submit.”
“Glad... you realize... that...” Hailey agrees, her free hand attempting to reach Bloodwind’s interlocked fingers. When those efforts fail, the challenger begins to slither her way toward the ropes. Juliet looks to discourage her by reefing back, but she only manages to delay Kennedy’s arrival rather than prevent it altogether.
When the Ultimate Weapon’s fingers grasp the bottom rope, the referee commands a break. To her credit, Bloodwind releases quickly, climbing to her feet above the groaning Kennedy. She backs off when the official tells her to, allowing Hailey to use the ropes to pull herself up. Once on her feet, the challenger staggers toward the near corner...
... and THAT’S when Juliet follows her in. Grabbing a handful of hair, the Tempe Temptress ushers her along the rest of the way and SMASHES Kennedy’s face into the top turnbuckle--a total of four times. Spinning Hailey around, Juliet takes a wrist and launches her into the opposite corner. And when the self-described Ultimate Weapon’s back meets the buckles, a shimmy runs through the blonde’s legs before they give way, sending Hailey crashing to her ample backside.
When Bloodwind starts to sprint across the ring toward her, many within Navajo Nation expect a bronco buster is on the way. But Juliet is WELL aware of how early in the match this is, and instead opts for a different path, delivering a dropkick that again BLASTS into Hailey’s vaunted rack. Pulling the Welshwoman up, Bloodwind readies to whip her foe back to her original corner, perhaps now ready to give those previously disappointed fans what they had wanted to see...
Instead, Hailey reverses the whip. And, as soon as she had released the Tempe Temptress’ hand, Kennedy breaks into a dead sprint, following Juliet in. Bloodwind had barely turned her back into the turnbuckles when one-hundred and forty-four pounds or resurgent challenger BURIES the Intercontinental champ. Juliet’s legs visibly buckle...
... but Hailey isn’t prepared to let her fall yet.
No, the Ultimate Weapon now administers a full Irish whip of her own, Bloodwind sent racing toward the far corner. Just as before, Hailey takes off after her almost immediately. As unsteady as Bloodwind’s stride is, it’s a small wonder she’s not overrun by her opponent before reaching her destination. But no, she manages to turn her back into the buckles--and gets CRUSHED under a second massive splash.
Juliet plops to the mat, legs parted in a wide ‘V’ around Hailey’s feet. The Ultimate Weapon grabs the top rope, and starts driving boot after boot after boot to Juliet’s juggs. Payback for the dropkicks? Who knows. But when the official begins to admonish her, Kennedy shifts gears, and instead of stomps, she presses her sole down tight against Bloodwind’s windpipe, trying to choke her out.
As the Tempe Temptress’ legs begin to thrash, her hands pushing at Hailey’s ankle, the referee stops chastising and starts counting...
“ONE!
TWO!
THREE!”
As each second (or so) ticks by, Bloodwind sinks deeper and deeper and deeper into the corner.
“FOUR!”
Hailey pulls her boot away, , Juliet’s noggin slipping off the bottom turnbuckle. The Tempe Temptress’ gasping frame puddles in the base of the corner, the Native American beauty left staring blankly up at the underside of the bottom buckle, her left hand massaging her enflamed throat. Smirking, Kennedy gathers up both of the champ’s ankles, tucking them under her arms. With everyone in the building--except possibly Bloodwind--aware of what is about to happen, the ref warns her, “Don’t do it...”
“Try and stop me,” Hailey snarls... and then rocks back, the Ultimate Weapon propelling Juliet’s mug into the thin leather padding. It’s a VICIOUS collision that sends the Tempe Temptress crashing back to the deck, her body convulsing as the aftershocks work their way through her. Kennedy again takes the champ’s ankles, only this time, she uses them to drag the brunette out of the corner. Lifting Bloodwind’s legs high, Hailey drops down into a split-legged stance, using her belly to hold the Native American stunner matchbooked for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bloodwind bucks loose.
“Good,” Hailey mutters, rising and hairhauling up he Tempe Temptress as well. “You better not go down easy...” Kennedy turns Juliet so that her back is to the Ultimate Weapon, then slips her arms underneath Bloodwind’s. Bringing her hands up behind Juliet’s noggin, the Welshwoman laces her fingers together, cinching in a full nelson. Juliet shakes her head even before the official can ask about a surrender, her trussed up arms flailing impotently overhead...
But soon, it’s not just her head and arms that are moving. Hailey uses her considerable strength to lift the Tempe Temptress off her feet, the Intercontinental champion increasingly being transformed into a rag doll. And after three to-and-fro swishes, Kennedy muscles the Navajo warrior higher still, only to DRIVE Juliet back to the mat with an emphatic full nelson slam.
FULL NELSON SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=51iWdVXPpIE
Dropping to her knees beside the sprawled Tempe Temptress, Hailey roughly plants her palms atop Bloodwind’s breast. It’s enough of a cover that the referee slides into position beside them and checks the champ’s shoulders.
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Juliet gets a shoulder up.
Shaking her head, almost pitying the proud Navajo, Kennedy hauls her up. With Bloodwind’s back to her, Hailey wraps her arms around the brunette’s waist, preparing to deliver a German suplex. But the Tempe Temptress has other ideas, cocking her right elbow and swinging it back into Hailey’s temple. It takes three blows in swift succession to break the Ultimate Weapon’s grasp, but the moment she does, Juliet spins on her heel to face the blonde...
... at which point, Hailey’s powerful arms suddenly engulf Bloodwind’s waist again--this time clamping down with a bearhug!
“Nononooooooo...” the champ stutters, well aware of the trouble she now finds herself in. But it’s too late--Kennedy’s embrace is secure, and as she straightens, the Tempe Temptress is lifted off her feet. Juliet is forced to bring her legs up, snaking them around the Welsh vixen’s hips. The referee does his duty and asks Bloodwind about a submission. The only response he gets is a shake of her head, Juliet saving her oxygen for defense.
Again, Bloodwind’s elbows come to her rescue, the Native American warrior catching Hailey with a blistering earringer. It only loosens Kennedy’s grasp, though, so Juliet strikes again--and the second dual blast does the trick. As the Ultimate Weapon’s arms fall away, the Tempe Temptress wheels away from her challenger and starts to sprint toward the ropes...
Starts to...
Bloodwind only manages one step before Hailey’s guns secure another embrace, and with Bloodwind’s gams still trying to take her toward the cables, they are unable to prevent the Ultimate Weapon from rocking back, hoisting Juliet off her feet and TOSSING her across the ring with a MASSIVE release German suplex. The Navajo beauty’s head and shoulder CRASH down hard, Juliet skidding a couple of extra feet from the toss before her possibly shattered body collects into a tangle of arms and legs.
Sauntering over to the wreckage of the Intercontinental champion, Kennedy uses a series of stomps to unball the Tempe Temptress, until Juliet is left sprawled on her back. Hailey then moves to Bloodwind’s feet, standing between them with her back to the reeling Navajo. Claiming a new grip on Juliet’s ankles, the Ultimate Weapon lifts her foe’s feet, depositing them under her arms. She then steps over Bloodwind’s back--an act which forces Juliet to roll over to her chest. The Tempe Temptress yelps as Hailey leans forward, already putting a torturous strain on the Native American’s spine, even before she starts slapping at Bloodwind’s flanks. The third strike finally gets the desired reaction, Juliet’s arms spasming up enough for Kennedy to snatch her wrists--and pull the brunette up into her baby swing.
BABY SWING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RlIAGuU39ow
The beauty of the baby swing, at least from the point of view of the woman using it, is that there is NO way the victim can reach the ropes--not with Hailey controlling her arms and legs. Unless the Ultimate Weapon herself is stupid enough to carry Juliet close enough to the ropes, where she could bite the cable, it would only be a question of whether Bloodwind’s spirit could outlast Hailey’s strength.
And when Kennedy starts lowering Juliet with each swing, smacking the Tempe Temptress’ defenseless face into the canvas, the challenger attempts to stack the deck in her favor. Still, Bloodwind refuses to say the magic words,,, and, after nearly twenty seconds of torment, the strain of supporting the Tempe Temptress’ one-hundred and twenty five pounds starts to grow too much for the Welshwoman’s shoulder sockets. Kennedy lifts Juliet one last time, about eighteen inches off the mat, before dropping her--letting the champ land with a dull, damp ‘THOONK’!
Stooping down, Hailey scrapes up the mewling Tempe Temptress, scooping Bloodwind up to her chest... and then shifting her cargo, pointing Juliet’s skull down toward the mat, Bloodwind’s face directly in front of Kennedy’s crotch. Tightening her grip on the Navajo’s waist, the Ultimate Weapon rises onto her tiptoes... and then drops to her knees, nailing Juliet with a tombstone piledriver. As the Welsh blonde releases her arm, the Tempe Temptress topples over, landing in a starfish on her back before the challenger. Remaining on her knees, Hailey leans forward, pressing both palms atop Bloodwind’s gulping tummy.
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
Juliet gets a shoulder up. Barely.
More bemused than upset, Hailey rises, taking the Tempe Temptress’ right wrist and her right elbow. With those limbs, she drags the near senseless brunette over to the closest turnbuckle, then begins to scale the ropes from inside the ring. As strong as Kennedy is, the reason she earned the moniker of ‘the Ultimate Weapon’ is because she has the ability to wrestle ANY sort of match. Yes, she can out-slug someone. Yes, she can outclass an opponent technically. But she also has the ability to fly with the grace of someone considerably smaller than she, which she demonstrates when she vaults back into a moonsault...
Her form is flawless. So, too, would have been her landing, if Bloodwind hadn’t had the good fortune to be able to tuck her knees up toward her chest. Hailey bounces away from the impact, toppling over to her back, her own knees now drawing up to her chest as she hugs her impaled belly, both boots kicking the air. Still, considering the way the last few minutes have unfolded, it’s not that surprising that the Ultimate Weapon manages to recover first. Rolling to her knees, she crawls over to the Tempe Temptress and tugs the champ up to her knees...
... and Bloodwind POUNDS a forearm smash into Hailey’s chest!
Kennedy is rocked back on her haunches, but only momentarily. Righting herself, the Ultimate Weapon returns fire, BLASTING Bloodwind’s chest with a forearm smash of her own. When Juliet rocks back, she has to bring her right hand down to the canvas, to keep from toppling over. But then, SHE surges back into another forearm smash...
And so it goes for the next few moments, the Tempe Temptress and the Ultimate Weapon trading forearms, the FAWNatics cheering with each Bloodwind blow and booing with every shot Hailey lands.
And before long, the boos begin to outnumber the cheers.
A quick, powerful quartet of forearm smashes finally pound the champion into submission, Juliet swaying on her haunches as Hailey climbs to her feet. Pulling the Tempe Temptress up by her pigtails, Kennedy starts to whip Juliet into the ropes...
... when Bloodwind slam on the brakes, reversing the whip. As Kennedy charges back toward her, the Tempe Temptress shows a renewed burst of strength, dipping and scooping the curvaceous blonde up and tossing her onto her shoulders. Securing a fireman’s carry, Juliet takes one step forward before laying out, bringing Navajo Nation ROARING to its feet with her pop-up Samoan drop.
POP-UP SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHt4woO9yig
It’s an impressive move... but it’s not enough to keep the Ultimate Weapon down. Hailey starts to pick herself up, but Juliet manages to beat the buxom blonde to her feet. Taking advantage of Kennedy’s stooped posture, the Tempe Temptress slaps on a three-quarters facelock, then sprints toward the corner of Hailey’s ill-fated moonsault. Bloodwind’s fortunes prove much better as she springs to the middle and then top turnbuckle, surging away from the corner and swinging over Hailey, SLAMMING the challenger down with the Bloodhawk Plunge.
BLOODHAWK PLUNGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gMuGREYMsVs
Rolling over on her right hip, Bloodwind turns and drapes herself across Kennedy’s chest, hooking a leg.
ONE...
TWO...
THNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kennedy gets a shoulder up.
There’s no race back to verticality this time--Hailey remains downed as the Tempe Temptress rises. Scraping the Welsh blonde off the deck, Bloodwind lines her foe up with the far corner and whips her in. Kennedy spins into the impact, but it still proves too much for Hailey’s legs, sending the former World champ dropping flat on her ass. Juliet follows her in, charging at full speed, and BLASTS her knee into the face of the Ultimate Weapon.
PANIC ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=71snnULKf4g
Bending down, Bloodwind reaches under Hailey’s arms, and with a groan she tugs the near deadweight of the Ultimate Weapon back to her feet. Slipping Kennedy’s arms over the top rope, the Tempe Temptress draws back her choppin’ hand, pausing just long enough to say one thing:
“I DARE you to try to jugg me out after this.”
KNIFE EDGE MASSACRE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8doUJsDnGL8
Bloodwind’s hand becomes a blur of motion--very LOUD motion, as her chops strike Hailey’s abundant chest, again and again and again. Juliet’s hand is moving FAR too quickly to count the blows, and the meaty ‘THWACK’ from each blow blends into the next. Kennedy’s feet rise into the air with each , the Ultimate Weapon forced to almost comically stomp the canvas until the very end of the barrage.
When the Tempe Temptress’ hand begins to sting a little too much, she finally relents. Claiming a double helping of blonde locks, Juliet takes Hailey out of the corner with a hairmare, then turns to slip through the ropes. Bloodwind deftly scales her way to the top rope, while Kennedy less gracefully tries to pick herself off the canvas. And, as Hailey turns toward the corner, Juliet goes airborne, her choppin’ hand fashioned one more time, now to crown the challenger with a tomahawk...
Only suddenly, Kennedy takes an unexpected step toward the corner, throwing off Bloodwind’s aim and her flight path. Juliet and Hailey collide, torso to torso, the Tempe Temptress parting her legs to accommodate her opponent’s presence. Perhaps she had tried to audible into a Thesz Press, but Hailey remains standing, Bloodwind’s boots resting against Kennedy’s thighs as she drops into a small crouch. Holding the alarmed Tempe Temptress in her arms, Hailey’s hands beginning to slip behind Juliet’s head, the Ultimate Weapon snarls two words:
“Challenge accepted.”
And, with that, Hailey’s fingers clasp together. Her joined fists SLAM into the back of Bloodwind’s noggin, shoving Juliet’s mug DEEEEEEEEEEEP into her cleavage. Before ANYONE could realize what had just happened, Hailey Kennedy had Juliet Bloodwind trapped in her Bytch Breaker!
BYTCH BREAKER:
modified version of www.youtube.com/watch?v=FdpRVwBSlA0
True to Juliet’s word, Hailey has to admit that this maneuver is a considerably different experience following Bloodwind’s Massacre. Ordinarily, there’s a satisfying sense of dominance as her poor victim’s attempts to draw in air grow increasingly desperate. Now, there’s an undeniable sting each time Juliet’s gasps draw some of her inflamed skin into her mouth. Still, it’s nothing that she feels she can’t endure for the handful of seconds the Tempe Temptress might--MIGHT--be able to remain conscious.
To become a champion in FAWN, one needs many things: talent, skill, determination, resiliency. To REMAIN a champion, one needs every bit of these even more, plus one other quality: a little bit of luck. As her world disappears into darkness, Juliet’s arms flail, looking for anything to save her. Before the Ultimate Weapon can pull her foe away from the corner, Juliet’s fingers graze the top rope--and, with that as her guide, Bloodwind’s arm lunges one more time.
And she SECRUES a grip on the rubber coated steel.
“All right, Hailey,” the ref says. “She’s in the ropes.”
“Your point?” the Ultimate Weapon asks.
“My point is, you HAVE to let her go.”
“I HAVE to let her go five seconds after you decide to start counting,” Kennedy corrects him. “Do you REALLY think she can keep her grip that long, against these babies?”
“Dammit, Hailey,” the ref barks, “LET HER GO!”
The Ultimate Weapon simply laughs.
“ONE!
TWO!”
Hailey gives her cargo a yank, but Juliet’s fingers remain white-knuckle tight around the strand.
“THREE!”
The Welsh bombshell can feel Juliet’s breath growing softer, more irregular. She can also see the tension in Bloodwind’s arm begin to ease. So she gives the Tempe Temptress one more jostle...
“FOUR!”
But her fingers remain secured. Hailey gives her foe another jerk... and she can see Bloodwind’s fingers slacken. Still, they remain curled over the rope. All she needs is one more second...
“F...”
Unable to take the risk, Hailey unclasps her hands, opening her arms wide. As the Tempe Temptress falls to the mat, her fingers finally slip away from the rubber coated steel, a groan pushing past Juliet’s lips when the back of her head smacks off the middle turnbuckle. Bloodwind slumps to a seat in the corner, greasy-faced, her right knee tucked up, her left leg at full extention. Juliet’s head droops toward her own bosom, the Intercontinental champ appearing all but out of it.
“Jules?” the ref asks. “You still with us?”
The Tempe Temptress answers with a tiny, drowsy murmur. It’s not much, but it’s enough that the official isn’t willing to end the match.
And while the referee is focused on Bloodwind, Kennedy retreats to the opposite corner. There she takes off, charging across the ring like an out of control locomotive. But Hailey is in FULL control now, and mere feet out from her opponent, the Ultimate Weapon goes airborne. Having made Juliet intimately familiar with her mammaries, Kennedy now does the same with her undercarriage, the bronco buster all but guaranteed to get any woman a few cheers.
And Kennedy gets plenty, after subjecting the Tempe Temptress to a good fifteen pelvic thrusts, her crotch mashing into Juliet’s features and her backside crushing Bloodwind’s sternum. By the time she dismounts Juliet, the once-proud Intercontinental champion has been rendered little more than a greasespot.
Taking possession of both of Bloodwind’s pigtails in one hand, Hailey forces the Navajo beauty to crawl out of the corner on her hands and knees. Arriving at the center of the ring, Kennedy assists Juliet to her knees, the Tempe Temptress sagging back on her haunches. Hailey then takes a seat in front of the soon-to-be-EX champion, scooting forward and wrapping her legs around Juliet’s hips, securing a bodyscissors. It takes one pulse of her thighs to have the desired effort, forcing Bloodwind to lean forward. When she does, the Ultimate Weapon releases her scissors. Instead, her feet move to Juliet’s, hooking the Tempe Temptress’ boots at the ankles. At the same time, Hailey’s hand shove up underneath Bloodwind’s arms. She then rocks back, in the process hoisting Juliet off the canvas, rendering the Tempe Temptress a Stuck Up Bytch!
STUCK UP BYTCH:
ladysports.com/downloads/dl139/16.jpg
The sudden jolt of agony rouses Juliet out of her stupor, at least enough that she starts shrieking in torment. But that is precisely ALL she can do--there’s nowhere she can go, and the ropes are nowhere near close enough to save her this time.
“Face it, Bloodwind,” Hailey snarls, using her grapevine to force Juliet’s thighs further apart. “Your reign has been over since the Bytch Breaker. That belt is mine, the moment I decide to take it. You can surrender now, or you can suffer. Take your pick.”
The Tempe Temptress whips her head side to side, finally summoning the strength to mutter, “... nuuyyynnnnn.... nuuuuuhhhh.... never... NEVER surrrrrrr.... surrenndAAAAHHHHHJJJJJJEEEEEEZZZZZUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!”
With no escape options, there might very well be a few members of Navajo Nation who would be perfectly okay with Juliet choosing to submit, and fight another day. Fortunately, for them AND for Bloodwind, Hailey lets the Navajo warrior out of her suspender torture chamber. Less fortunately, the Ultimate Weapon peels her finished foe off the deck, then turns Juliet so that her back is to the blonde’s side. Dipping, Hailey slips her arm through Bloodwind’s thighs, ready to muscle the brunette onto her shoulders and into a torture rack...
... only for the sweat-drenched Tempe Temptress to wriggle her way out the back! Juliet’s legs buckle when her feet touch down, but somehow, she manages to hop back into the air, wrapping her legs tightly around Hailey’s hips. She then slips her arms around Kennedy’s head and neck, Navajo Nation feeling renewed hope as their champion secures a piggyback sleeper! A suddenly boggle-eyed Ultimate Weapon staggers forward, her arms windmilling, no doubt seeking out the ropes that had worked against her not too long ago...
But then, Kennedy throws it into reverse, backpedalling into the near corner. Hailey throws ALL her weight into the collision, creating a Tempe Temptress sandwich between herself and the turnbuckles. One impact is enough to break the sleeper, and allow the Ultimate Weapon to stagger forward...
But while the sleeper may have been broken, Juliet adrenaline surge had NOT been quelled. Gripping the top tope with both hands, Bloodwind draws up her knees, pistoning out her boots and SLAMMING them into Hailey’s back. As Kennedy staggers out to mid-ring, off balance, the Tempe Temptress settles her feet on the middle rope. And as the Ultimate Weapon turns around, Bloodwind leaps from her abbreviated perch, swinging her tomahawk chop downward...
... and CONNECTING with Hailey’s skull!
Kennedy’s legs quake, but she remains upright, stumbling into the ropes. Juliet follows in behind her, quickly underhooking Hailey’s left arm with her right. Pulling the Welsh blonde away from the ropes, Bloodwind dips a hip, shuffling the Ultimate Weapon up so that her belly is pressed against Juliet’s back. Remaining stooped, the Intercontinental champ secures Hailey’s left thigh with her left arm. After everything she had just endure, could she...?
Yes, she could! Swinging Kennedy around to the front, the Tempe Temptress sits out, a Tempe Twister touching down when Hailey’s face and chest SLAM down to the mat between Bloodwind’s parted stems!
TEMPE TWISTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N5XIgEYg72U
Bloodwind would have gone for the pin, if Hailey hadn’t somehow started to push her way up to her feet! Scampering after her, Juliet reaches the blonde before she can fully straighten up. Reaching her arm across Kennedy’s ample chest, the Tempe Temptress abruptly kicks out Hailey’s stems and falls backward, the FAWNatics ERUPTING when Juliet’s Bloodhawk Slam connects.
BLOODHAWK SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=81ykPJPFWPE
With nearly all of her reserves exhausted, Bloodwind pushes the Ultimate Weapon over to her back, then drops an arm across Hailey’s heaving bosom...
ONE...
TWO...
THREENNOOOOOOOOOOO?
?
Hailey kicks out--but BEFORE the referee’s final slap? Or after?
From his knees, the official turns toward the timekeeper’s table and waves for the bell, before holding up THREE fingers!
DING! DING! DING!
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer declares, to an audience which still isn’t entirely sure what it has just seen, “your winner, by pinfall... and STILL FAWN Intercontinental Champion... JUUULLLIIIEEETTT BLLLOOOOOODDDWWWIIINNNDDD!!!!!”
Hailey rolls up to her knees, hands on thighs, wide-eyed in disbelief. And, after collecting Juliet’s championship, the referee moves over to the Tempe Temptress, who is still sprawled on her back. When her belt is given back, Bloodwind hugs the strap to her bosom as the official raises her right arm in triumph.
He then assists the Tempe Temptress up to her feet. On the receiving end of a standing ovation, an exhausted but jubilant Bloodwind lumbers over to the near corner and mounts the middle rope. When Juliet thrusts the championship belt above her head, the cheers get louder... but as she hops down,dropping the strap across her shoulder, the audience grows a little muted.
For, as Juliet turns around, she comes face to face with a standing Hailey Kennedy...
For several seconds, blonde and brunette stand before one another, neither woman moving much at all... save for the slight balling of Bloodwind’s fists, the triumphant champion expecting trouble...
Instead, Hailey extends her hand.
Juliet’s eyes dropped to the offered appendage, then drift back up to Kennedy’s eyes, the Tempe Temptress--and the crowd--left dumbfounded by this gesture.
“I gotta hand it to you, Jules,” Kennedy says, a little grudgingly. “When THESE gurls...”
Hailey’s hands cup underneath her breasts.
“... get a bytch between them, she doesn’t get out. You did. I gotta respect that.”
Bloodwind continues to eye Hailey’s hand cautiously, but she eventually moves hers to accept. And when she does...
... the two shake hands, leading to a renewed surge of cheers from the FAWNatics.
“Y’know,” Juliet pants, “the longer I’m able to hold onto this thing...”
She pats the faceplate of her championship.
“... the more likely I know it is I’ll have to defend it against you again. Believe me... I won’t be looking forward to that.”
The Ultimate Weapon’s lips curl into a small smile. Their hands parting, Juliet instead takes Hailey’s wrist, and raises her arm high. As she points to Kennedy, the FAWNatics do something they had possibly never done before.
“HAI-LEY!” the crowd chants. “HAI-LEY! HAI-LEY!”
At something of a loss, the buxom blonde merely nods slightly, then heads out of the ring. And the crowd continues to chant her name as she heads back up the aisle, Juliet remaining standing in the center of the ring, applauding her unsuccessful challenger...
So focused is the audience on the departing blonde, they fail to notice the arriving one.
From the crowd, Darla Diane Davis hops the guardrail, and quickly dives into the ring.
The crowd doesn’t have time to stop chanting and try to warn Juliet... but the reverberations under her feet tell the Tempe Temptress that she’s no longer alone. Without knowing who is attack, Juliet pivots, swinging a balled fist toward her attacker...
... and coming up empty, Three D ducking underneath the punch. Darla straightens up quickly, trapping Juliet’s arm behind her head. Hooking the brunette’s wing with her right arm, Davis hups the Tempe Temptress up against her back before using her left arm to claim Bloodwind’s thigh. Darla Diane then begins to spin, the Intercontinental belt flying away on the first revolution...
A full SEVEN spins follow, until Darla lays out, OBLITERATING the Tempe Temptress with her Hurricane Darla, Juliet served a VIOLENT canvas facial that sends the Navajo warrior flopping to her back, unconscious.
HURRICANE DARLA @7:22:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=huNGh-ruQDE
Popping back to her feet like a woman who hadn’t just endured a twenty minute war, Davis shouts, “I KEEP TELLING YOU ALL, YOUR TIME IS DONE! IT’S TIME [/b]WE[/b][/i] HAD BEEUUNNNNGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
Three D’s tired is brought to a sudden halt when a hand grabs her shoulder, spinning her around... and Hailey Kennedy SLAMS a forearm into Darla’s chest! The Ultimate Weapon goes to work on one of the few racks in the company that can match hers, driving three more shivers into Davis’ gurls, each one rocking the blonde backward. Ducking down, Kennedy muscles the interloper up into a fireman’s carry, and Darla Diane is soon spinning once more. But this time, it’s not by her choice, as Hailey unleashes an airplane spin.
When Kennedy finally slings the voluptuous blonde off her shoulders, Darla goes flying. And when she hits the canvas, Three D keeps rolling, dropping under the bottom rope and out to the floor. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING??” Davis shrieks, as a ringside staffer tosses a mic to the Ultimate Weapon.
“It’s like this, Darla,” Kennedy replies, leaning forward, resting her arms against the top rope. “Like you keep saying, you’re new around here. So you might not be clear about a few things. I’m gonna enlighten you. You see this?”
Hailey sweeps her arm backward, in the direction of a weakly stirring Tempe Temptress.
“THIS is a champion. THIS is one of the best FAWN has to offer. You want a shot at her? You don’t get it by running your mouth. You get it by beating bytches. And, the way I see it?”
Kennedy takes a step back from the ropes, opening her arms wide--then using her empty hand to pat her chest.
“I think THIS is more bytch than YOU can handle!”
An enraged Darla Diane takes one step back toward the ring... but then stops herself. “You think you can hang with me?” Three D calls back. “I’ll f*cking END you!”
Hailey just smiles. “Any time, girl. Any time.”
It’s clear that the FAWNatics are ready for “any time” to be right now, but instead, Darla Diane turns and starts toward the back. “Just wait,” she tells the jeering fans. “Just you wait and see!”
Meanwhile, the Ultimate Weapon returns to the woman who had defeated her, and she again extends her hand--this time to help Bloodwind up. And when the Tempe Temptress accepts the gesture, Hailey pulls her to her feet, and raises Bloodwind’s arm in triumph once more.
“SCREAM”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hg7lIkZdTPk
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer begins, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a thirty minute time limit... and is for the FAWN INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger... Hailing from Swansea, Wales, in the United Kingdom, she stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one-hundred and forty-four pounds. She is the former...” His voice trails off, and the frown that emerges is the unmistakable sign of another FAWN superstar asserting her will over his introductory remarks. “... and FUTURE World champion... She is ‘the Ultimate Weapon’... HAAAIIILLLEEEYYY KEEENNNNNNEEEDDDYYY!!!”
Hailey Kennedy
Many of those who had been jeering her arrival take a moment to marvel at the sheer beauty of this physical specimen. Love her or hate her--and make no mistake, most people fell into the latter camp--there was no denying her splendor or, on a more obvious level, her juggs. The buxom Brit stands with hands on hips, thrusting, purposefully or otherwise, her assets forward. She would possess the height advantage on Bloodwind in the contest, AND she’d have EVERYTHING else, including strength and…muscles… her 32E's straining mightily against her pink bikini top. Kennedy saunters down the aisle, the busty bombshell exuding complete confidence with every step. As she makes her way toward the ring, a number of fans along the aisle come to realize that while her bosom received plentiful attention, her backside was quite spectacular as well, framed by a matching pair of bikini bottoms, the waistband adored with a sequined trim.
Reaching ringside, Hailey stops in front of the steps, a knowing smile forming on her lips as the lyrics continued...
"Relax while you're closing your eyes to me,
So warm as I'm setting you free,
With your arms by your side there's no struggling,
Pleasure's all mine this time..."
Again without the slightest sign of trepidation, Hailey ascends the ring steps, slipping through the ropes and into the ring. She then heads to her corner, before making eye contact with her opponent. For a few moments, both beauties are apparently satisfied to simply glare at each other. But then, Kennedy raises her fists, holding them tight together, before snapping an invisible twig.
An invisible twig that, tonight, she called Juliet.
This wouldn’t be the first time she and the Tempe Temptress had crossed swords. It wouldn’t even be the first time their conflict would have ramifications on the Intercontinental title--their previous match-up had been a tournament semifinal for the vacant belt. Bloodwind had won that night, but Hailey would not let history repeat itself.
As the Ultimate Weapon settles into her corner, the announcer steps back toward center ring. “And her opponent, the Intercontinental champion...”
Navajo Nation launches to its feet with a roar.
“Hailing from Tempe, Arizona… she stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and twenty-five pounds… She is the one and only Tempe Temptress… JUUULLLIIIEEETTT BLLLOOOOOODDDWWWIIINNNDDD!!!!!!”
Juliet Bloodwind
“KILLING IN THE NAME OF”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vAaLeJ53umE
To the accompanying sonic assault of Rage Against the Machine's "Killing in the Name Of", Juliet Bloodwind, emerges atop the ramp. The crowd erupts into a supportive roar, happy to see the Tempe Temptress back in action once more. And that roar grows only louder as Navajo Nation recognizes the change in Juliet’s garb:
Namely, that tonight, just as she had done against Kylie Sanders and Tiffany Mayes, the Tempe Temptress actually sports the *Nubile Navajo’s* garb!
The elder Bloodwind stands clad in a faux deerskin halter, the shoulder straps eventually becoming two thin strings that crisscross her otherwise bare back. She also wears matching bikini bottoms, augmented by for lack of a better term a "half loin cloth" that descends to mid-thigh in the front, and that fails to obscure the view of her derriere in the back--Juliet’s rear view not particularly overshadowed by the woman who normally wore this gear. Ugg boots molded to resemble moccasins adorn her feet, and the Intercontinental title replaces Nyssa’s Lightweight strap to complete the ensemble.
The Tempe Temptress exudes a flirtatious confidence as she struts down the steel toward the ring. The pigtailed Juliet slaps hands with the fans sitting along the ramp, Bloodwind arches a wry eyebrow at this sight of one sign: “JULIET BLOODWIND: THE ULTIMATE TEMPTATION!” Another fan waves a sign that had almost become a fixture, reading: "CONSIDER ME TEMPTED, TEMPE TEMPTRESS!"
And for the sentiment, as always, he is rewarded with a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. Bloodwind makes a complete circuit around the ring, continuing to press the flesh with the assembled fans. Her lap completed, Juliet moves quickly toward the ring, gracefully hopping onto the apron. With her back to the ropes, Juliet casts a quick glance over her shoulder at the official and the announcer before draping her arms over the top rope. The nubile Native American gives a suggestive wiggle of her hips before leaning backward, flipping herself over the top rope and landing on her feet inside the ring, Navajo Nation roaring its approval while Bloodwind hands her strap to the official, then moves to limber up in her corner.
When the bell sounds, the Ultimate Weapon and the Tempe Temptress cautiously approach one another and lock up. After a few seconds spent jostling for dominance, it’s the champion who initially comes out ahead--ironically enough, by slipping behind Hailey and slapping on a tight waistlock.
Kennedy attempts to pry Juliet’s grip loose, which proves to be a difficult task. Difficult, but not impossible--and when the clasp is broken, Hailey spins around, trading places with the Tempe Temptress and applying a waistlock of her own.
The Ultimate Weapon, however, doesn’t give Bloodwind the chance to try a reversal of her own. Instead, with a grunt, Hailey lifts Juliet off her feet, using her waistlock to take the Tempe Temptress down to the mat. The reigning Intercontinental champion soon works her way up to a seated position, but before she can get any further, Hailey slams a knee between Bloodwind’s shoulderblades. Reaching around from behind, Kennedy’s hands clasp the Native American’s chin, and she starts to CRAAAAAAAANK back.
“How about it, Ju...” the referee begins to ask, but Hailey stops her.
“Don’t bother,” the challenger says. “It’s gonna take a lot more to finish this one off.”
“What... shhhee.... saaiiddd...” Bloodwind hisses her agreement through clinched teeth.
With both beauties in agreement, Hailey begins to rise, using her chinlock to pull Juliet up as well. Spinning the Navajo warrior to face her, Kennedy employs a trio a forearm smashes to the chest to back Bloodwind into the ropes. There, she takes a wrist and launches the Tempe Temptress to the ropes, ducking down to propel Juliet toward the lights with a backdrop...
But instead, Juliet leapfrogs her foe, and carries on into the opposite cables. Straightening up, Kennedy demonstrates some nimble feet, spinning around to quickly meet her foe with an extended arm...
But Bloodwind AGAIN proves evasive, ducking the attempted clothesline. Hailey is forced to spin around again, only this time, the Tempe Temptress comes back at her through the air, having springboarded off the middle rope. And she catches the challenger across the chest with a crossbody that takes both woman to the canvas. Acting quickly, the champ hooks a leg.
ONE...
TWO...
Hailey kicks out.
Champion and challenger scramble back to their feet, Juliet arriving there first... which allows her to launch a dropkick that drills Hailey flush in her ultimate weapons, and sends the buxom Welshwoman crashing back to the mat. She picks herself up again, not quite as quickly... and winds up on the receiving end of a second dropkick for her troubles.
The Tempe Temptress gives her opponent a helping hand upward now, rather than waiting for her to rise on her own a third time. Taking a wrist, she administers an Irish whip, and when Kennedy shoots back to her, Bloodwind dips. Wrapping her arms around Hailey’s right thigh, she powers up, hoisting the former World champ airborne before dropping her with a single leg flapjack.
The Ultimate Weapon bounces up to her knees, wincing as her arms cross over her wounded gurls. Quickly kneewalking over to her foe, Juliet sends Kennedy down to her chest with a shove, then goes to work on the challenger’s feet. Folding the Welsh vixen’s legs, right calf atop left shin, the Tempe Temptress scoots forward. Working Kennedy’s right arm under her side, Juliet clasps her hands together underneath Hailey’s jaw, securing the cross legged STF.
CROSS LEGGED STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FuktwGwGCnQ
“What do YOU say, Hai...” the referee begins to ask, only to find himself interrupted once again--this time by Bloodwind.
“Forget it, Jake,” she says, her smile a little pinched by the exertion of her hold. “This bytch would sooner pass out than submit.”
“Glad... you realize... that...” Hailey agrees, her free hand attempting to reach Bloodwind’s interlocked fingers. When those efforts fail, the challenger begins to slither her way toward the ropes. Juliet looks to discourage her by reefing back, but she only manages to delay Kennedy’s arrival rather than prevent it altogether.
When the Ultimate Weapon’s fingers grasp the bottom rope, the referee commands a break. To her credit, Bloodwind releases quickly, climbing to her feet above the groaning Kennedy. She backs off when the official tells her to, allowing Hailey to use the ropes to pull herself up. Once on her feet, the challenger staggers toward the near corner...
... and THAT’S when Juliet follows her in. Grabbing a handful of hair, the Tempe Temptress ushers her along the rest of the way and SMASHES Kennedy’s face into the top turnbuckle--a total of four times. Spinning Hailey around, Juliet takes a wrist and launches her into the opposite corner. And when the self-described Ultimate Weapon’s back meets the buckles, a shimmy runs through the blonde’s legs before they give way, sending Hailey crashing to her ample backside.
When Bloodwind starts to sprint across the ring toward her, many within Navajo Nation expect a bronco buster is on the way. But Juliet is WELL aware of how early in the match this is, and instead opts for a different path, delivering a dropkick that again BLASTS into Hailey’s vaunted rack. Pulling the Welshwoman up, Bloodwind readies to whip her foe back to her original corner, perhaps now ready to give those previously disappointed fans what they had wanted to see...
Instead, Hailey reverses the whip. And, as soon as she had released the Tempe Temptress’ hand, Kennedy breaks into a dead sprint, following Juliet in. Bloodwind had barely turned her back into the turnbuckles when one-hundred and forty-four pounds or resurgent challenger BURIES the Intercontinental champ. Juliet’s legs visibly buckle...
... but Hailey isn’t prepared to let her fall yet.
No, the Ultimate Weapon now administers a full Irish whip of her own, Bloodwind sent racing toward the far corner. Just as before, Hailey takes off after her almost immediately. As unsteady as Bloodwind’s stride is, it’s a small wonder she’s not overrun by her opponent before reaching her destination. But no, she manages to turn her back into the buckles--and gets CRUSHED under a second massive splash.
Juliet plops to the mat, legs parted in a wide ‘V’ around Hailey’s feet. The Ultimate Weapon grabs the top rope, and starts driving boot after boot after boot to Juliet’s juggs. Payback for the dropkicks? Who knows. But when the official begins to admonish her, Kennedy shifts gears, and instead of stomps, she presses her sole down tight against Bloodwind’s windpipe, trying to choke her out.
As the Tempe Temptress’ legs begin to thrash, her hands pushing at Hailey’s ankle, the referee stops chastising and starts counting...
“ONE!
TWO!
THREE!”
As each second (or so) ticks by, Bloodwind sinks deeper and deeper and deeper into the corner.
“FOUR!”
Hailey pulls her boot away, , Juliet’s noggin slipping off the bottom turnbuckle. The Tempe Temptress’ gasping frame puddles in the base of the corner, the Native American beauty left staring blankly up at the underside of the bottom buckle, her left hand massaging her enflamed throat. Smirking, Kennedy gathers up both of the champ’s ankles, tucking them under her arms. With everyone in the building--except possibly Bloodwind--aware of what is about to happen, the ref warns her, “Don’t do it...”
“Try and stop me,” Hailey snarls... and then rocks back, the Ultimate Weapon propelling Juliet’s mug into the thin leather padding. It’s a VICIOUS collision that sends the Tempe Temptress crashing back to the deck, her body convulsing as the aftershocks work their way through her. Kennedy again takes the champ’s ankles, only this time, she uses them to drag the brunette out of the corner. Lifting Bloodwind’s legs high, Hailey drops down into a split-legged stance, using her belly to hold the Native American stunner matchbooked for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bloodwind bucks loose.
“Good,” Hailey mutters, rising and hairhauling up he Tempe Temptress as well. “You better not go down easy...” Kennedy turns Juliet so that her back is to the Ultimate Weapon, then slips her arms underneath Bloodwind’s. Bringing her hands up behind Juliet’s noggin, the Welshwoman laces her fingers together, cinching in a full nelson. Juliet shakes her head even before the official can ask about a surrender, her trussed up arms flailing impotently overhead...
But soon, it’s not just her head and arms that are moving. Hailey uses her considerable strength to lift the Tempe Temptress off her feet, the Intercontinental champion increasingly being transformed into a rag doll. And after three to-and-fro swishes, Kennedy muscles the Navajo warrior higher still, only to DRIVE Juliet back to the mat with an emphatic full nelson slam.
FULL NELSON SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=51iWdVXPpIE
Dropping to her knees beside the sprawled Tempe Temptress, Hailey roughly plants her palms atop Bloodwind’s breast. It’s enough of a cover that the referee slides into position beside them and checks the champ’s shoulders.
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Juliet gets a shoulder up.
Shaking her head, almost pitying the proud Navajo, Kennedy hauls her up. With Bloodwind’s back to her, Hailey wraps her arms around the brunette’s waist, preparing to deliver a German suplex. But the Tempe Temptress has other ideas, cocking her right elbow and swinging it back into Hailey’s temple. It takes three blows in swift succession to break the Ultimate Weapon’s grasp, but the moment she does, Juliet spins on her heel to face the blonde...
... at which point, Hailey’s powerful arms suddenly engulf Bloodwind’s waist again--this time clamping down with a bearhug!
“Nononooooooo...” the champ stutters, well aware of the trouble she now finds herself in. But it’s too late--Kennedy’s embrace is secure, and as she straightens, the Tempe Temptress is lifted off her feet. Juliet is forced to bring her legs up, snaking them around the Welsh vixen’s hips. The referee does his duty and asks Bloodwind about a submission. The only response he gets is a shake of her head, Juliet saving her oxygen for defense.
Again, Bloodwind’s elbows come to her rescue, the Native American warrior catching Hailey with a blistering earringer. It only loosens Kennedy’s grasp, though, so Juliet strikes again--and the second dual blast does the trick. As the Ultimate Weapon’s arms fall away, the Tempe Temptress wheels away from her challenger and starts to sprint toward the ropes...
Starts to...
Bloodwind only manages one step before Hailey’s guns secure another embrace, and with Bloodwind’s gams still trying to take her toward the cables, they are unable to prevent the Ultimate Weapon from rocking back, hoisting Juliet off her feet and TOSSING her across the ring with a MASSIVE release German suplex. The Navajo beauty’s head and shoulder CRASH down hard, Juliet skidding a couple of extra feet from the toss before her possibly shattered body collects into a tangle of arms and legs.
Sauntering over to the wreckage of the Intercontinental champion, Kennedy uses a series of stomps to unball the Tempe Temptress, until Juliet is left sprawled on her back. Hailey then moves to Bloodwind’s feet, standing between them with her back to the reeling Navajo. Claiming a new grip on Juliet’s ankles, the Ultimate Weapon lifts her foe’s feet, depositing them under her arms. She then steps over Bloodwind’s back--an act which forces Juliet to roll over to her chest. The Tempe Temptress yelps as Hailey leans forward, already putting a torturous strain on the Native American’s spine, even before she starts slapping at Bloodwind’s flanks. The third strike finally gets the desired reaction, Juliet’s arms spasming up enough for Kennedy to snatch her wrists--and pull the brunette up into her baby swing.
BABY SWING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RlIAGuU39ow
The beauty of the baby swing, at least from the point of view of the woman using it, is that there is NO way the victim can reach the ropes--not with Hailey controlling her arms and legs. Unless the Ultimate Weapon herself is stupid enough to carry Juliet close enough to the ropes, where she could bite the cable, it would only be a question of whether Bloodwind’s spirit could outlast Hailey’s strength.
And when Kennedy starts lowering Juliet with each swing, smacking the Tempe Temptress’ defenseless face into the canvas, the challenger attempts to stack the deck in her favor. Still, Bloodwind refuses to say the magic words,,, and, after nearly twenty seconds of torment, the strain of supporting the Tempe Temptress’ one-hundred and twenty five pounds starts to grow too much for the Welshwoman’s shoulder sockets. Kennedy lifts Juliet one last time, about eighteen inches off the mat, before dropping her--letting the champ land with a dull, damp ‘THOONK’!
Stooping down, Hailey scrapes up the mewling Tempe Temptress, scooping Bloodwind up to her chest... and then shifting her cargo, pointing Juliet’s skull down toward the mat, Bloodwind’s face directly in front of Kennedy’s crotch. Tightening her grip on the Navajo’s waist, the Ultimate Weapon rises onto her tiptoes... and then drops to her knees, nailing Juliet with a tombstone piledriver. As the Welsh blonde releases her arm, the Tempe Temptress topples over, landing in a starfish on her back before the challenger. Remaining on her knees, Hailey leans forward, pressing both palms atop Bloodwind’s gulping tummy.
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
Juliet gets a shoulder up. Barely.
More bemused than upset, Hailey rises, taking the Tempe Temptress’ right wrist and her right elbow. With those limbs, she drags the near senseless brunette over to the closest turnbuckle, then begins to scale the ropes from inside the ring. As strong as Kennedy is, the reason she earned the moniker of ‘the Ultimate Weapon’ is because she has the ability to wrestle ANY sort of match. Yes, she can out-slug someone. Yes, she can outclass an opponent technically. But she also has the ability to fly with the grace of someone considerably smaller than she, which she demonstrates when she vaults back into a moonsault...
Her form is flawless. So, too, would have been her landing, if Bloodwind hadn’t had the good fortune to be able to tuck her knees up toward her chest. Hailey bounces away from the impact, toppling over to her back, her own knees now drawing up to her chest as she hugs her impaled belly, both boots kicking the air. Still, considering the way the last few minutes have unfolded, it’s not that surprising that the Ultimate Weapon manages to recover first. Rolling to her knees, she crawls over to the Tempe Temptress and tugs the champ up to her knees...
... and Bloodwind POUNDS a forearm smash into Hailey’s chest!
Kennedy is rocked back on her haunches, but only momentarily. Righting herself, the Ultimate Weapon returns fire, BLASTING Bloodwind’s chest with a forearm smash of her own. When Juliet rocks back, she has to bring her right hand down to the canvas, to keep from toppling over. But then, SHE surges back into another forearm smash...
And so it goes for the next few moments, the Tempe Temptress and the Ultimate Weapon trading forearms, the FAWNatics cheering with each Bloodwind blow and booing with every shot Hailey lands.
And before long, the boos begin to outnumber the cheers.
A quick, powerful quartet of forearm smashes finally pound the champion into submission, Juliet swaying on her haunches as Hailey climbs to her feet. Pulling the Tempe Temptress up by her pigtails, Kennedy starts to whip Juliet into the ropes...
... when Bloodwind slam on the brakes, reversing the whip. As Kennedy charges back toward her, the Tempe Temptress shows a renewed burst of strength, dipping and scooping the curvaceous blonde up and tossing her onto her shoulders. Securing a fireman’s carry, Juliet takes one step forward before laying out, bringing Navajo Nation ROARING to its feet with her pop-up Samoan drop.
POP-UP SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHt4woO9yig
It’s an impressive move... but it’s not enough to keep the Ultimate Weapon down. Hailey starts to pick herself up, but Juliet manages to beat the buxom blonde to her feet. Taking advantage of Kennedy’s stooped posture, the Tempe Temptress slaps on a three-quarters facelock, then sprints toward the corner of Hailey’s ill-fated moonsault. Bloodwind’s fortunes prove much better as she springs to the middle and then top turnbuckle, surging away from the corner and swinging over Hailey, SLAMMING the challenger down with the Bloodhawk Plunge.
BLOODHAWK PLUNGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gMuGREYMsVs
Rolling over on her right hip, Bloodwind turns and drapes herself across Kennedy’s chest, hooking a leg.
ONE...
TWO...
THNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kennedy gets a shoulder up.
There’s no race back to verticality this time--Hailey remains downed as the Tempe Temptress rises. Scraping the Welsh blonde off the deck, Bloodwind lines her foe up with the far corner and whips her in. Kennedy spins into the impact, but it still proves too much for Hailey’s legs, sending the former World champ dropping flat on her ass. Juliet follows her in, charging at full speed, and BLASTS her knee into the face of the Ultimate Weapon.
PANIC ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=71snnULKf4g
Bending down, Bloodwind reaches under Hailey’s arms, and with a groan she tugs the near deadweight of the Ultimate Weapon back to her feet. Slipping Kennedy’s arms over the top rope, the Tempe Temptress draws back her choppin’ hand, pausing just long enough to say one thing:
“I DARE you to try to jugg me out after this.”
KNIFE EDGE MASSACRE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8doUJsDnGL8
Bloodwind’s hand becomes a blur of motion--very LOUD motion, as her chops strike Hailey’s abundant chest, again and again and again. Juliet’s hand is moving FAR too quickly to count the blows, and the meaty ‘THWACK’ from each blow blends into the next. Kennedy’s feet rise into the air with each , the Ultimate Weapon forced to almost comically stomp the canvas until the very end of the barrage.
When the Tempe Temptress’ hand begins to sting a little too much, she finally relents. Claiming a double helping of blonde locks, Juliet takes Hailey out of the corner with a hairmare, then turns to slip through the ropes. Bloodwind deftly scales her way to the top rope, while Kennedy less gracefully tries to pick herself off the canvas. And, as Hailey turns toward the corner, Juliet goes airborne, her choppin’ hand fashioned one more time, now to crown the challenger with a tomahawk...
Only suddenly, Kennedy takes an unexpected step toward the corner, throwing off Bloodwind’s aim and her flight path. Juliet and Hailey collide, torso to torso, the Tempe Temptress parting her legs to accommodate her opponent’s presence. Perhaps she had tried to audible into a Thesz Press, but Hailey remains standing, Bloodwind’s boots resting against Kennedy’s thighs as she drops into a small crouch. Holding the alarmed Tempe Temptress in her arms, Hailey’s hands beginning to slip behind Juliet’s head, the Ultimate Weapon snarls two words:
“Challenge accepted.”
And, with that, Hailey’s fingers clasp together. Her joined fists SLAM into the back of Bloodwind’s noggin, shoving Juliet’s mug DEEEEEEEEEEEP into her cleavage. Before ANYONE could realize what had just happened, Hailey Kennedy had Juliet Bloodwind trapped in her Bytch Breaker!
BYTCH BREAKER:
modified version of www.youtube.com/watch?v=FdpRVwBSlA0
True to Juliet’s word, Hailey has to admit that this maneuver is a considerably different experience following Bloodwind’s Massacre. Ordinarily, there’s a satisfying sense of dominance as her poor victim’s attempts to draw in air grow increasingly desperate. Now, there’s an undeniable sting each time Juliet’s gasps draw some of her inflamed skin into her mouth. Still, it’s nothing that she feels she can’t endure for the handful of seconds the Tempe Temptress might--MIGHT--be able to remain conscious.
To become a champion in FAWN, one needs many things: talent, skill, determination, resiliency. To REMAIN a champion, one needs every bit of these even more, plus one other quality: a little bit of luck. As her world disappears into darkness, Juliet’s arms flail, looking for anything to save her. Before the Ultimate Weapon can pull her foe away from the corner, Juliet’s fingers graze the top rope--and, with that as her guide, Bloodwind’s arm lunges one more time.
And she SECRUES a grip on the rubber coated steel.
“All right, Hailey,” the ref says. “She’s in the ropes.”
“Your point?” the Ultimate Weapon asks.
“My point is, you HAVE to let her go.”
“I HAVE to let her go five seconds after you decide to start counting,” Kennedy corrects him. “Do you REALLY think she can keep her grip that long, against these babies?”
“Dammit, Hailey,” the ref barks, “LET HER GO!”
The Ultimate Weapon simply laughs.
“ONE!
TWO!”
Hailey gives her cargo a yank, but Juliet’s fingers remain white-knuckle tight around the strand.
“THREE!”
The Welsh bombshell can feel Juliet’s breath growing softer, more irregular. She can also see the tension in Bloodwind’s arm begin to ease. So she gives the Tempe Temptress one more jostle...
“FOUR!”
But her fingers remain secured. Hailey gives her foe another jerk... and she can see Bloodwind’s fingers slacken. Still, they remain curled over the rope. All she needs is one more second...
“F...”
Unable to take the risk, Hailey unclasps her hands, opening her arms wide. As the Tempe Temptress falls to the mat, her fingers finally slip away from the rubber coated steel, a groan pushing past Juliet’s lips when the back of her head smacks off the middle turnbuckle. Bloodwind slumps to a seat in the corner, greasy-faced, her right knee tucked up, her left leg at full extention. Juliet’s head droops toward her own bosom, the Intercontinental champ appearing all but out of it.
“Jules?” the ref asks. “You still with us?”
The Tempe Temptress answers with a tiny, drowsy murmur. It’s not much, but it’s enough that the official isn’t willing to end the match.
And while the referee is focused on Bloodwind, Kennedy retreats to the opposite corner. There she takes off, charging across the ring like an out of control locomotive. But Hailey is in FULL control now, and mere feet out from her opponent, the Ultimate Weapon goes airborne. Having made Juliet intimately familiar with her mammaries, Kennedy now does the same with her undercarriage, the bronco buster all but guaranteed to get any woman a few cheers.
And Kennedy gets plenty, after subjecting the Tempe Temptress to a good fifteen pelvic thrusts, her crotch mashing into Juliet’s features and her backside crushing Bloodwind’s sternum. By the time she dismounts Juliet, the once-proud Intercontinental champion has been rendered little more than a greasespot.
Taking possession of both of Bloodwind’s pigtails in one hand, Hailey forces the Navajo beauty to crawl out of the corner on her hands and knees. Arriving at the center of the ring, Kennedy assists Juliet to her knees, the Tempe Temptress sagging back on her haunches. Hailey then takes a seat in front of the soon-to-be-EX champion, scooting forward and wrapping her legs around Juliet’s hips, securing a bodyscissors. It takes one pulse of her thighs to have the desired effort, forcing Bloodwind to lean forward. When she does, the Ultimate Weapon releases her scissors. Instead, her feet move to Juliet’s, hooking the Tempe Temptress’ boots at the ankles. At the same time, Hailey’s hand shove up underneath Bloodwind’s arms. She then rocks back, in the process hoisting Juliet off the canvas, rendering the Tempe Temptress a Stuck Up Bytch!
STUCK UP BYTCH:
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The sudden jolt of agony rouses Juliet out of her stupor, at least enough that she starts shrieking in torment. But that is precisely ALL she can do--there’s nowhere she can go, and the ropes are nowhere near close enough to save her this time.
“Face it, Bloodwind,” Hailey snarls, using her grapevine to force Juliet’s thighs further apart. “Your reign has been over since the Bytch Breaker. That belt is mine, the moment I decide to take it. You can surrender now, or you can suffer. Take your pick.”
The Tempe Temptress whips her head side to side, finally summoning the strength to mutter, “... nuuyyynnnnn.... nuuuuuhhhh.... never... NEVER surrrrrrr.... surrenndAAAAHHHHHJJJJJJEEEEEEZZZZZUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!”
With no escape options, there might very well be a few members of Navajo Nation who would be perfectly okay with Juliet choosing to submit, and fight another day. Fortunately, for them AND for Bloodwind, Hailey lets the Navajo warrior out of her suspender torture chamber. Less fortunately, the Ultimate Weapon peels her finished foe off the deck, then turns Juliet so that her back is to the blonde’s side. Dipping, Hailey slips her arm through Bloodwind’s thighs, ready to muscle the brunette onto her shoulders and into a torture rack...
... only for the sweat-drenched Tempe Temptress to wriggle her way out the back! Juliet’s legs buckle when her feet touch down, but somehow, she manages to hop back into the air, wrapping her legs tightly around Hailey’s hips. She then slips her arms around Kennedy’s head and neck, Navajo Nation feeling renewed hope as their champion secures a piggyback sleeper! A suddenly boggle-eyed Ultimate Weapon staggers forward, her arms windmilling, no doubt seeking out the ropes that had worked against her not too long ago...
But then, Kennedy throws it into reverse, backpedalling into the near corner. Hailey throws ALL her weight into the collision, creating a Tempe Temptress sandwich between herself and the turnbuckles. One impact is enough to break the sleeper, and allow the Ultimate Weapon to stagger forward...
But while the sleeper may have been broken, Juliet adrenaline surge had NOT been quelled. Gripping the top tope with both hands, Bloodwind draws up her knees, pistoning out her boots and SLAMMING them into Hailey’s back. As Kennedy staggers out to mid-ring, off balance, the Tempe Temptress settles her feet on the middle rope. And as the Ultimate Weapon turns around, Bloodwind leaps from her abbreviated perch, swinging her tomahawk chop downward...
... and CONNECTING with Hailey’s skull!
Kennedy’s legs quake, but she remains upright, stumbling into the ropes. Juliet follows in behind her, quickly underhooking Hailey’s left arm with her right. Pulling the Welsh blonde away from the ropes, Bloodwind dips a hip, shuffling the Ultimate Weapon up so that her belly is pressed against Juliet’s back. Remaining stooped, the Intercontinental champ secures Hailey’s left thigh with her left arm. After everything she had just endure, could she...?
Yes, she could! Swinging Kennedy around to the front, the Tempe Temptress sits out, a Tempe Twister touching down when Hailey’s face and chest SLAM down to the mat between Bloodwind’s parted stems!
TEMPE TWISTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N5XIgEYg72U
Bloodwind would have gone for the pin, if Hailey hadn’t somehow started to push her way up to her feet! Scampering after her, Juliet reaches the blonde before she can fully straighten up. Reaching her arm across Kennedy’s ample chest, the Tempe Temptress abruptly kicks out Hailey’s stems and falls backward, the FAWNatics ERUPTING when Juliet’s Bloodhawk Slam connects.
BLOODHAWK SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=81ykPJPFWPE
With nearly all of her reserves exhausted, Bloodwind pushes the Ultimate Weapon over to her back, then drops an arm across Hailey’s heaving bosom...
ONE...
TWO...
THREENNOOOOOOOOOOO?
?Hailey kicks out--but BEFORE the referee’s final slap? Or after?
From his knees, the official turns toward the timekeeper’s table and waves for the bell, before holding up THREE fingers!
DING! DING! DING!
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer declares, to an audience which still isn’t entirely sure what it has just seen, “your winner, by pinfall... and STILL FAWN Intercontinental Champion... JUUULLLIIIEEETTT BLLLOOOOOODDDWWWIIINNNDDD!!!!!”
Hailey rolls up to her knees, hands on thighs, wide-eyed in disbelief. And, after collecting Juliet’s championship, the referee moves over to the Tempe Temptress, who is still sprawled on her back. When her belt is given back, Bloodwind hugs the strap to her bosom as the official raises her right arm in triumph.
He then assists the Tempe Temptress up to her feet. On the receiving end of a standing ovation, an exhausted but jubilant Bloodwind lumbers over to the near corner and mounts the middle rope. When Juliet thrusts the championship belt above her head, the cheers get louder... but as she hops down,dropping the strap across her shoulder, the audience grows a little muted.
For, as Juliet turns around, she comes face to face with a standing Hailey Kennedy...
For several seconds, blonde and brunette stand before one another, neither woman moving much at all... save for the slight balling of Bloodwind’s fists, the triumphant champion expecting trouble...
Instead, Hailey extends her hand.
Juliet’s eyes dropped to the offered appendage, then drift back up to Kennedy’s eyes, the Tempe Temptress--and the crowd--left dumbfounded by this gesture.
“I gotta hand it to you, Jules,” Kennedy says, a little grudgingly. “When THESE gurls...”
Hailey’s hands cup underneath her breasts.
“... get a bytch between them, she doesn’t get out. You did. I gotta respect that.”
Bloodwind continues to eye Hailey’s hand cautiously, but she eventually moves hers to accept. And when she does...
... the two shake hands, leading to a renewed surge of cheers from the FAWNatics.
“Y’know,” Juliet pants, “the longer I’m able to hold onto this thing...”
She pats the faceplate of her championship.
“... the more likely I know it is I’ll have to defend it against you again. Believe me... I won’t be looking forward to that.”
The Ultimate Weapon’s lips curl into a small smile. Their hands parting, Juliet instead takes Hailey’s wrist, and raises her arm high. As she points to Kennedy, the FAWNatics do something they had possibly never done before.
“HAI-LEY!” the crowd chants. “HAI-LEY! HAI-LEY!”
At something of a loss, the buxom blonde merely nods slightly, then heads out of the ring. And the crowd continues to chant her name as she heads back up the aisle, Juliet remaining standing in the center of the ring, applauding her unsuccessful challenger...
So focused is the audience on the departing blonde, they fail to notice the arriving one.
From the crowd, Darla Diane Davis hops the guardrail, and quickly dives into the ring.
The crowd doesn’t have time to stop chanting and try to warn Juliet... but the reverberations under her feet tell the Tempe Temptress that she’s no longer alone. Without knowing who is attack, Juliet pivots, swinging a balled fist toward her attacker...
... and coming up empty, Three D ducking underneath the punch. Darla straightens up quickly, trapping Juliet’s arm behind her head. Hooking the brunette’s wing with her right arm, Davis hups the Tempe Temptress up against her back before using her left arm to claim Bloodwind’s thigh. Darla Diane then begins to spin, the Intercontinental belt flying away on the first revolution...
A full SEVEN spins follow, until Darla lays out, OBLITERATING the Tempe Temptress with her Hurricane Darla, Juliet served a VIOLENT canvas facial that sends the Navajo warrior flopping to her back, unconscious.
HURRICANE DARLA @7:22:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=huNGh-ruQDE
Popping back to her feet like a woman who hadn’t just endured a twenty minute war, Davis shouts, “I KEEP TELLING YOU ALL, YOUR TIME IS DONE! IT’S TIME [/b]WE[/b][/i] HAD BEEUUNNNNGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
Three D’s tired is brought to a sudden halt when a hand grabs her shoulder, spinning her around... and Hailey Kennedy SLAMS a forearm into Darla’s chest! The Ultimate Weapon goes to work on one of the few racks in the company that can match hers, driving three more shivers into Davis’ gurls, each one rocking the blonde backward. Ducking down, Kennedy muscles the interloper up into a fireman’s carry, and Darla Diane is soon spinning once more. But this time, it’s not by her choice, as Hailey unleashes an airplane spin.
When Kennedy finally slings the voluptuous blonde off her shoulders, Darla goes flying. And when she hits the canvas, Three D keeps rolling, dropping under the bottom rope and out to the floor. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?
?” Davis shrieks, as a ringside staffer tosses a mic to the Ultimate Weapon.“It’s like this, Darla,” Kennedy replies, leaning forward, resting her arms against the top rope. “Like you keep saying, you’re new around here. So you might not be clear about a few things. I’m gonna enlighten you. You see this?”
Hailey sweeps her arm backward, in the direction of a weakly stirring Tempe Temptress.
“THIS is a champion. THIS is one of the best FAWN has to offer. You want a shot at her? You don’t get it by running your mouth. You get it by beating bytches. And, the way I see it?”
Kennedy takes a step back from the ropes, opening her arms wide--then using her empty hand to pat her chest.
“I think THIS is more bytch than YOU can handle!”
An enraged Darla Diane takes one step back toward the ring... but then stops herself. “You think you can hang with me?” Three D calls back. “I’ll f*cking END you!”
Hailey just smiles. “Any time, girl. Any time.”
It’s clear that the FAWNatics are ready for “any time” to be right now, but instead, Darla Diane turns and starts toward the back. “Just wait,” she tells the jeering fans. “Just you wait and see!”
Meanwhile, the Ultimate Weapon returns to the woman who had defeated her, and she again extends her hand--this time to help Bloodwind up. And when the Tempe Temptress accepts the gesture, Hailey pulls her to her feet, and raises Bloodwind’s arm in triumph once more.