Post by SammieSinclair on Feb 7, 2015 17:22:37 GMT
As Thrills, Chills & Spills continued, the FAWNatics had just get a few moments to catch their breath as Merle, one of the junior FAWN officials, climbed into the ring and gave it a quick going over, making sure there was nothing that could cause a safety issue in the next match. Satisfied, the black & white nods to the Announcer, then moves to the nearest corner.
No sooner had he taken his post did the house lights wink out. Shortly thereafter they were replaced with an eerie phosphorescent glow. Just as disquieting, the inky blackness of the FAWNtron was split by a colossal pair of luminous, green eyes. The crowd saw this and booed lustily, a suitable welcome for the Green Eyed Monster.
BAD KARMA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NevmJ2uZ-rQ
“You know what I think…Bad Karma’s a bytch.”
This curse arrived in time with Nora Vesper ‘Envy’ Maxwell. The woman who pushed through the curtain wore a floor-length hooded black canvas coat. When she reached the top of ramp she threw the hood back to reveal the blonde menace beneath. Her coat, which was already opened, offered an excellent view of a sturdy fighting chassis rooted firmly in the Destroyer class. After a brief pause to sneer at the great unwashed, Maxwell started toward the ring.
“Ladies and gentlemen,“ the Announcer called, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first, she stands five foot eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty pounds of pure wrestling power…She is the DESIRE every man and the ENVY of every woman! This is NORA VESPER MAXWELL!”
NORA VESPER MAXWELL:
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Envy’s path kept her well clear of the cacophonous hordes that dared seek her attention on her way to the squared circle. Those fans at ringside were not treated any better than those lining the aisle, as Nora completely ignored them in favor of handing her coat to a nameless attendant. Shorn of her coat, Maxwell was armored in a deep green fighting bikini, short black wrestling boots and matching mid thigh stockings that were connected to the bottoms by small garters. While Maxwell eschewed the normal knee and elbow pads, she did wear a pair of small black MMA gloves.
Moving to the ring, Envy lifted her right leg at a sharp angle and placed her heel on the apron, all the better to show off her sun kissed gam. Nora reached up grabbed the middle strand and pulled herself up. After wiping the bottom of her boots on the apron, Envy slipped through the ropes and strutted to the far corner. Merle came over to check her for the pre-match inspection, but the blonde refused to allow the referee anywhere near her. “You can look, but you can’t touch, little man.”
Merle gave her a bland look and waited, clearly not about to let Envy go into battle unchecked. With a snort of disgust, Nora placed a boot on middle turnbuckle and said, “Boots and gloves ONLY. I feel your fat little fingers on my skin and you’ll be very, VERY sorry. Are we clear?” The ref nodded and went through his check as quickly and thoroughly as possible. When he backed off, Maxwell spat, “Now get that moonshine-soaked redneck shytbird out here. I have some grievances to air.”
SHINE DOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qNdHiR4qUSo
The Announcer was just tucking his notes away when the speakers coughed up the sounds of heavy equipment at a construction site. Then a wailing harmonica cut through the din and the crowd leapt to its feet to lay eyes on the backwoods enigma. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Jackson, Tennessee she stands at five feet ten inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-eight pounds, she is the Tennessee Terror, the Queen of Razorback Holler, I give to you HARLEY JO COLLINS!”
HARLEY JO COLLINS:
Accompanied by the wailing harmonica and pounding drums of Godsmack‘s ‘Shine Down‘, Vicious Volunteer stepped through the curtain and smirked at the woman waiting in the ring. Much like the blonde, Collins was sheathed from view, in her case a pair of shapeless denim overalls did the deed. But everyone knew they were just set-dressing, as evidenced by the occasional glimpse of a black bikini top. Still staring down Maxwell, Harley Jo dug into overalls, removed a bottle of Maddog 20/20 and helped herself to a long swig. Smiling as the fire in her mouth met the fire in her heart, the Ace of Spades pocketed her libations and started toward the ring.
Collins’s long stride made short work of the aisle and would’ve done the same to the steps if she hadn’t paused at the base thereof. A hand went to her shoulders and undid the clasps on the overalls, leaving them in a puddle at her feat. Their absence revealed a black fightin’ two-piece, white pads and ‘Stars and Bars’ patterned boots. Once clear of the shed denim she slid under the bottom rope and pushed to her feet and strode to the middle of the ring. Maxwell started forward and Harley Jo did too, much to the delight of those assembled. The fight would’ve started then and there if Merle hadn’t had the nerve to step between and order them back to their respective corners. They did, but only after a long stare down that convinced the ref to get through his last inspection as quickly as possible.
The bell CLANGED and Envy started out of her corner at once, the strong blonde showing no fear of the woman on the other side of the ring. Harley Jo hung back a moment longer, not out of any sort of trepidation but because she knew her prey would always come to her in time if she waited long enough. It proved true enough tonight as Maxwell wasted no time closing in on the Tennessee Terror. Hands raised and ready for grappling, Envy feigned a lunge and looked mildly disappointed when Collins didn’t so much as twitch. A truncated Toe Kick brought an identical non-reaction so Maxwell reared back for something between a Palm Strike and a Bytch Slap.
Whatever it was it would’ve knocked the taste out of Harley Jo’s mouth if the brunette hadn’t flicked a hand up and caught her attacker’s wrist with less than four inches to spare. Rather than wrench Envy’s arm or kick at her tummy, Collins planted a taunting kiss on the back of her foe’s palm, then tossed her hand away and backed off without so much as a word.
More angered by the crowd’s guffaws than the hick’s bullshyt, Maxwell stormed in and went for another clench, which the taller woman did not shy away from. It’d been in place for all of three seconds when HJC transitioned into a Go-Behind and broke it to THWHAP both hands between Envy’s shoulders. Maxwell stumbled, caught her balance and rounded on the brunette.
“I thought you were here to fight.” she growled.
Harley Jo didn’t bat an eye. “Same to you, darlin’. Didn’t know you wanted to dance before the ass whoopin’. Frankly it’s not the way I do business, but to each her ow--”
Envy came at her with a hard Clothesline which she slipped with a whisper to spare. Twisting around as she went under Maxwell’s arm, Collins traced her fingertips from Envy’s tummy all the way across her left hip to the swells of her glutes. It was a minor thing, utterly painless if truth be told but Nora Vesper Maxwell grimaced like she’d been touched by scalding acid. “You disappoint me, bytch.” the Green Eyed Monster snarled. “There was a time when you were one of the most feared women on this roster. Not by me of course, but it’s still an achievement that’s worthy of acknowledgement, if not respect. But now look at you. No more putting chicks in the hospital, no more elaborate mindgames, no more fun. You might as well be a giant, country-fried version of Shea London.”
Collins’s eyes flashed for the briefest moment before giving way to benign humor. “If it makes you feel any better I used to imagine you could give me a pretty good fight back when you were out there terrorizing runways and late night talk show sets. But now that I’m actually in the ring with you…” she looked Envy up and down with a disapproving state. “…it seems that I am destined for a letdown.”
That was enough for Maxwell, she came at Collins with a full force Toe Kick and cursed violently when the Vicious Volunteer caught it in both hands. Quickly trapping Envy’s ankle in the loop of her left arm, Harley Jo leaned forward and put those long arms to good use by affixing a Claw grip to the blonde’s bare tummy. Maxwell hissed and almost lost her balance -- she’d heard stories of the redneck’s talon and studied plenty of tape, but it all paled in comparison to a taste of the real thing.
Balanced heavily on her plant foot, Envy swiped at the brunette’s nose and when that came up empty she grabbed hold of her attacker’s wrist in both hands and pulled it loose. “Let go or I start breaking fingers.” she demanded. As proof of her threat she wrapped a rough grip around Collins’s fingers and started to bend them toward her foe’s wrist.
‘Started’ being the operative word as Harley Jo threaded an ankle behind the blonde’s planted foot and slid it forward. Envy went down on her back with a heavy ‘thud’ and lost possession of the brunette’s hand in the process. Collins however had gained a prize in the form of Maxwell’s other ankle, which she now held apart from its mate in a wide ‘V’. The crowd roared for a little trunks mugging and Envy must’ve feared the same outcome because she pointed a commanding finger at her attacker and barked, “Don’t even think about it, swamp trash! You so much as look at my trunks wrong and I’ll OOOOFFFFHHHH!”
Harley wrenched the blonde’s gams apart in a rude Wishbone and Envy understandably cupped both hands over her crotch. But understandable was not always the best course of action, as Collins proved by THWHUMPING her heel into the bit of Envy’s stomach. Maxwell sucked in a wheezing breath, then raised her hands when the brunette lifted her boot into position for another shot. HJC made as if to stomp a couple different times only to pull back and tap the toe of her boot into grounded woman’s togs. Forced to divide her efforts between straight-up defense and escape, Envy pushed herself onto one elbow and devoted her other hand to warding off the southerner’s boot, whatever it might do. Daring to crane her head toward the referee, Maxwell barked, “Did you see that? It was a blatant Low Blow and I want this jealous bytch disqualiFFFNNNNGGGHHH!”
The Tennessee Terror stomped her tummy again and this time she kept right on pressing down, Collins using a great deal of her near hundred and fifty pounds to soften up the other woman’s strong abs. Give the devil her due, Envy only tried to wrest Harley Jo’s foot away for a second or two before deciding on a quicker route. Elbows braced against the mat, she pushed up and dragged / slid across the mat until she crooked one arm around the bottom rope. “Get off me, shytheel!” she ordered. “Or so help me I’ll GRRRRRHHHHHHHHH!”
Collins switched over to her toes again and used them like a stubby corkscrew on the green topography of Maxwell’s trunks. “What’re you going to do, darlin’?” Harley Jo smirked. “Whine to the zebra until he makes me let you go? That’s got a real questionable success to failure ratio.”
Envy saved the brunt of her wrath for the brunette, yet it was indeed the official who came to her assistance. Sidling up beside the willowy Destroyer, Merle tapped her shoulder and said, “All right, you’ve had enough fun, Harl. Let go of her foot and back off.”
Collins stopped jostling her foot, but Merle noticed it was still pressed tight against Envy’s center. “That’s where your wrong, sir.” she said with that trademark crooked smile. “No matter what they say I done, I ain’t NEVER had too much fun.”
Even so, she tossed Envy’s feet aside and strode to the center of the ring to grant the blonde some time to compose herself. Pushing to one knee almost as soon as she was free of the taller woman’s grip, Envy massaged her stomach for a moment, then got to her feet and used both hands to smooth back her battle-rumpled locks. Her usual confidence returned just as quickly (if it’d ever left at all) and the Green Eyed Monster came off the ropes without any prompting from Merle. “You must be quite proud of yourself with all of those dirty little tricks at your disposal.” she taunted. “But I wonder if you’d feel that good looking me dead in the eye?” With that she raised her right hand overhead and crooked it into a claw, the international call sign for a Test of Strength.
If she’d expected Harley Jo to balk she was destined for disappointment because the big brunette walked up and ‘smecked’ her left palm to Envy’s right. Already squeezing the complete half, Maxwell raised her left, then darted it toward Collins’s eyes! Harley only drew back enough to give herself the clearance necessary to snatch hold of the blonde’s wrist. “Darlin’, if you want to fight dirty you’re gonna have to do a lot better than AAAAAGGGGGHHHH!”
Envy wrenched her foe’s hands down so she could lunge in close and spit in Collins’s eye. Half blind, Harley Jo tried to prize loose, but Maxwell doubled down on her grips and pulled her into a THUMPING Kneelift that hit just below the line of her waistband.
“How about something like that?” Envy chided as the brunette doubled over. “Does that work for you, bytch? Because I love it.”
The Green Eyed Monster took the brunette’s offered skull under her arm in a Front Facelock, grinding the taller woman’s head between forearm and hip. Collins wrapped her arms around the waist of the blonde and with no sign of effort she began to lift Envy off the canvas, but a hard Forearm Smash to the Tennessee Terror’s spine put Nora’s feet back on the mat. “I don’t think so. You want to play mind games? Try this one.”
Maxwell reached down to HJC’s waistband and gave a quick jerk up the brunette’s back. The wedgie brought an involuntary squeal from Collins, which was cut off when Nora threw her body backward driving Harley’s skull into the thinly padded canvas with a DDT. Harley was left in a pyramid on the ring floor her head down and butt in the air. On her back beside the Southerner, Envy rolled over, pushed to one knee and spread her arms to better display her magnificence, to which the FAWNatics booed heartily.
Nora was slightly annoyed by the fact the crowd didn’t recognize her superiority, but she had long ago accepted that the inferior masses were just jealous of her. Envy helped herself to a handful of dark locks of her black clad opponent, Merle instantly spoke up with, “Off the hair Nora!” The blonde snorted her lack of caring. “Just helping Harley up here”
Blinking as she tried to refocus the world, the Tennessee Terror grunted as Envy wrapped her arms around Harley Jo, the chest to chest Bear Hug trapped one of Harley Jo’s arms tight to her side. Before the country girl could make use of the free arm Nora lifts spinning with a Belly to Belly Suplex. Harley landed flat on the mat, with Maxwell’s weight coming down on top of her as well.
BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WQmZrsnkXrU
“I’m sure you would love if I just pinned you now. It’s not going to be that easy though.” Nora taunted as she swung a long leg around to mount her foe. Apparently unconcerned about the disadvantageous position, Collins shot up an arm and smashed a shot into the blonde’s chest. Maxwell was knocked breathless for a second, but she enjoyed the high ground and answered Harley’s chest shot with a trio of her own and a forearm to the side of the brunette’s head at the end.
Maxwell slapped her palms down on Harley’s bosom and pushed to her feet. Nora then ran to the ropes behind Collins hitting them. When she returned Envy passed without an attack, Harley sat up, just time for the Jealous Juggernaut to return and THWHUNK the heel of her boot into Collins’s forehead sending her back to the canvas.
LOW RUNNING BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ty7xU6UWA6g&feature=related
Nora didn’t stop until she reached the ropes and leaned out over the top strand jawing at the FAWNatics ringside, “You know Harley Jobber started when you started rooting for her.” Of course this brought many comments about Envy from the crowd, one of the loudest was a call for Nora to remove her top. “You wish.” Nora spat at the requestor.
When the Green Eyed Monster turned Harley was three quarters of the way back to her feet, the blonde looked to remedy that. Rushing toward her target Nora lowered her shoulder driving into Collins, but instead of knocking HJC to the canvas she only managed to knock the Tennessee Terror back a few steps. Harley took a deep breath before saying, “Care to try that again?”
Nora turned and headed toward the ropes, but Harley Jo reached out, grabbed a double handful of hair and ripped the Green Eyed Monster off her feet. Nora’s cry was cut off as her back slammed into the mat, Merle did warn Harley, but the corked smile told him there was no sorrow in the Tennessee Terror. Maxwell rolled over to a knee rubbing the back of her head where she’s sure there was a bald spot now, “Bytch! You’ll pay for that!”
Harley’s eyes narrowed as she started forward, but the blonde butt-scooted back against the ropes pointed a demanding finger at Collins. “Keep her back!”
Merle did step in between the women to stop Harley’s progress, but only because she chose to. Nora climbed up the ring ropes to get back to her feet. Maxwell circled to her right, Harley turned with her, keeping the blonde in front of her at all times. Envy slowly tightened the circle bringing the two Destroyers back into range, but anyone thinking this was going end up in some textbook Collar & Elbow hadn’t been watching this match. Nora’s boot shot up aimed at HJC’s navel, but quick reflexes saved Harley with mere inches to spare as she caught the black boot and held it exposed while she grinned at the hopping blonde.
Nora leapt off her plant foot, aiming an Enzugiri at the back of the brunette’s brain case. But again Harley was able to just avoid the boot this time by ducking out of the way and letting Maxwell flip herself into a face-first landing on the canvas. Still holding onto the Green Eyed Monsters ankle, Harley Jo stepped over and sat down on the blonde’s back as she tucked the ankle under her armpit locking in a nice Single Leg Crab.
Harley scooted back until she was sitting on the blonde’s head, pressing Nora’s face into the canvas with her one hundred and forty-eight pounds. Merle offered to stop things for Maxwell, but the blonde refused with some colorful language. Harley Jo upped her southern accent, “Ya’ll kiss ya’lls Momma wit that mouth Sugar?”
Nora didn’t respond to the Ivy Armstrong imitation, but did impress many with a show of strength by pushing her torso up off the canvas with Collins still on top and crawled much closer to the ropes. The quiver in Maxwell’s arms was clearly visible when she collapsed short of her goal, but after a moment she repeated the process and this time made it to where she could reach out and grab the bottom strand. Even before her fingers were around the rope though Nora was screaming, “Get her off me, ref!”
Merle agreed. “Ok Harley, she’s in the ropes. Let’s have a clean break.”
That was probably the least likely thing to happen tonight in FAWN, unless Portia VanBuren suddenly came out and gave everyone in attendance hundred dollar bills. Collins used four fifths of her count and before dropping the blonde’s legs she gave the center of the green trunks protecting Nora’s womanhood a hard slap. The FAWNatics cheered as Harley strolled out the center of the ring and Envy curled into a protective ball at the ropes still holding the strand.
Satisfied with her work up to this point, the Vicious Volunteer used the reprieve to catch her breath and ‘flick’ her distended bottoms back into place. She was ready to go in well under ten seconds, but Maxwell was still huddled in the strands, which the brunette interpreted as milking the referee’s generosity. To expedite her foe’s return to the battle, Harley Jo called, “Don’t have to do that fiddlin’ by yourself these days, darlin’. Miriam’s got a wide variety of accessories available for you lonesome types and she might even show ya how to use ‘em, if she’s feeling generous.”
Flushing with anger rather than embarrassment, Envy made it to boot leather and glared daggers at the other woman. “The only ‘accessory’ I’ll need tonight is your pointy little nose. You could offer it up willingly…” Maxwell trailed off, her lips curling up in a knowing smirk. “…but I hope you don’t.”
Far from intimidated by the none too subtle smothering threat, Collins looked the blonde up n’ down before she replied. “Gonna take a lot more than a two bit sack of nothing to turn me into a barstool. Course, you’re welcome to try. Fair warning though, I tend to need a comfortable seat when the fightin’s over.”
Envy’s eyes narrowed in anticipation of ruining the hick’s evening. “You’re not going to sit down for a week when I’m finished with you, bytch. Guaranteed.”
“And when would that be, exactly? I keep thinkin’ you’re gonna step up, but you have taken a shine to those rop--”
Maxwell crossed the canvas at a near run, reared back for a big Haymaker and cursed when Collins got a forearm up to deflect the blow. Acting in the instant before Envy could reload, Harley Jo flicked out a hand and CRAAACKED her blonde across the face with a scathing Bytch Slap. Painful to be sure, but also far more derisive than a simple counterpunch, which was almost assuredly the reason Collins chose it.
Sure enough, the crowd didn’t ‘oooooh!’ or even cheer when Envy’s head snapped to the side, they laughed uproariously. If there was one thing that maddened Envy most in the whole world, it was the sound of ill-informed morons deriving even a moment’s pleasure from her pain. Eager to punish them as forcefully as her foe, the Green Eyed Monster shoved Collins back on her heels, then lunged in with her second looping Haymaker in less than a min-- More laughter from those assembled when HJC dipped below Envy’s fist and wheeled around on her six.
Understanding perfectly well that the blonde would round on her in half a second, Harley still found the time to grab a double handful of waistband and jerk it several inches above the small of Envy’s back. Maxwell shrieked aloud as the lycra sawed between her glutes, but the tawdry tactic didn’t paralyze her as it did some. In truth it galvanized the Colorado native, as evidenced by the decidedly emphatic way she jabbed her right elbow back over her shoulder.
If Collins had snuggled in against her prey’s back she would’ve lost a few teeth but as it was she avoided it by about half an inch. More important, the power of Envy’s jailbreak broke the brunette’s grip on her trunks and spun her around in a half circle to boot. Happy to remind Envy that every failure carried a steep cost, Harley Jo wrapped her arms around the other Destroyer’s exposed middle and drew her into a crushing tummy on tummy Bear Hug.
Nora groaned in pain, then let out a little yelp of surprise when Collins muscled her a little ways off the mat and continued to squeeze. Unable to wrap her head around the idea that she’d fallen into this Hater’s trap, Envy jabbed a few rough punches in above Harley Jo’s left hip. When that didn’t work, she twined her fingers into the brunette’s hair and tugged back hard enough to earn a hiss of hurt from the stoic southerner. Merle hadn’t even started to voice his disapproval of Maxwell’s counter when the Tennessee Terror grunted, “Only poseurs and wannabe’s pull hair to get out of a hug, darlin’. You wanna eeerrrggghhhh…. wanna prove you’re better than me? Work your arms under mine and slap on a Hug of your ownnnnnnggghh.”
Envy’s reply came in the form of several more seconds of tugging, each of which threatened to remove great patches of Collins’s scalp. “I don’t need to prove myself to you!” she scoffed. “Everyone can clearly see you’re not GUUHHHFFFHHH!”
Harley Jo leaaaaaaaaaned back on the Bear Hug, which exacerbated the curve of the blonde’s spine something fierce. It also stopped her mouth for a moment, giving Merle the perfect opportunity to say, “Get out of her hair unless you want to get disqualified, Envy!” She most certainly did not, especially when it was clear to anyone with a brain that she’d triumph over this swamp dweller as soon as she stopped the blatant cheating.
Releasing the hair-hold after a final bulldog-esque shake, she pressed her forehead to Collins’s and hissed, “All right. Challenge accepted you opossum brained piece of shyt.” Envy raised her hands high so the idiot referee could tell they were clear of the brunette’s hair, then angled her elbows inward and jammed them into Harley Jo’s biceps just above the elbow.
Collins grimaced and made microadjustments, striving to keep the coil as tight as possible while Maxwell tried to work her arms through it. The going was maddeningly slow for Envy’s taste, but the blonde proved remarkably tenacious and in thirty seconds she had her elbows all the way through. Another fifteen seconds had her down to mid-forearm and ten more put her wrists just above Collins’s crushing arms. One more yank got Envy all the way through and she wasted no time in ‘smecking’ her own grip around the brunette’s slender midsection.
“HAH!” she bellowed into HJC’s pained features. “Beat your stupid little challenge, didn’t I, bytch?” Maxwell set her feet and torqued her hips left, right and back again, just lashing the lanky southern stunner about like a ragdoll. When the shaking subsided, Envy pulled Harley in close and cooed, “I’ve got a challenge for YOU, trailer trash. Take this Hug back, before I crush your ribs. Think you’ve got it in you?” Maxwell wanted an answer fast, so she bore down that much harder, just crushing the other Destroyer’s body against her own. Harley grunted quietly and shook her head ‘no’ after a few seconds of deliberation. “What, you’re turning me down?” Envy crowed. “Or are you begging me not to hurt you?”
“Nuuuuhhhh…. neither,” Collins rasped. “I just needed… you distracted… while I did--” Collins’s hands, which had spidered down to hip level while Envy worked the Bear Hug, suddenly snatched hold of her attacker’s waistband just below the navel and YAAAAAAAAANKED up in a vile Front Wedgie.
Shrieking with pain as the green lycra sawed into her undercarriage, Envy released her grip and shoved the brunette away with all her strength. This resulted in a final flare of anguish, but then Collins let loose and tepid relief flooded over her. Reduced to a slow-motion baby steps by the catty tactic, Maxwell put one hand to her crotch and held the other outstretched in search of the ropes that were still too far away to do any damned good.
Still, she made it to within a few long paces before the Vicious Volunteer stepped in to ‘help out’. Sidling in on the blonde’s left, Harley Jo slung Envy’s arm over the back of her neck and grabbed the nape of her neck in her right hand. “Lookin’ a little peaked, darlin’. Think maybe you should settle down for a little while.” Collins’s idea of settling down proved anything but restful as she took control of Envy’s togs with her free hand and used both grips to haul the gimpy grappler off her feet. What goes up must come down and tonight it did so with Amazing Impact as Collins THWHAMMED her rival down flat on her face, chest and belly. Flopped onto her side by the gut-churning landing, Maxwell only moaned when Harley Jo dropped to her knees and laid across her chest in a Lateral Press.
AMAZE IMPACT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q1qI8D-wtEE
Harley pressed her left hand to the side of Envy’s face as her right reached down hooking the blonde behind the knee and pulled the long leg up. Merle moved in and was there before Harley completed her cradling of Nora’s gam.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Nora thrust both legs out and hit the back of Collins’s elbow on her left arm knocking it off her face. The Green Eyed Monster rolled over to her stomach and pushed up to all fours. The Vicious Volunteer strolled around behind the blonde taking her time she gave Envy’s backside a shove with her boot, “Fading on me already? I thought you were made of sterner stuff.”
Moving to Maxwell’s hip, the brunette Destroyer bent down, wrapped her arms around the blonde’s waist and with ease stood up right holding Nora at waist level. Carrying her around like a log for a cabin, looking for the right place to put her load. Harley found her spot and dipped tossing Nora over with a Gutwrench Suplex, the green- clad blonde flipped over and instead of landing on her back she landed seated on the canvas which a loud groan as pain shot up her spine and radiated from her undercarriage.
GUTWRENCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ksw4xgUvio
The FAWNatics gave the black-clad brunette a cheer as Harley took a few deep breaths after the exertion of a lot of energy with the showy move. Collins had the time, Nora hadn’t moved since being dropped on her derriere. Harley sank to one knee behind Envy the other knee slamming into the blonde’s spine, the Vicious Volunteer grabbing both wrists pulled Nora’s arms back Surfboard style. Harley leaned forward and whispered, “You need a good stretch after all those high impact moves.”
Nora kicked the heel of her boot into the canvas as her green top was stretched to its limits against her heaving breasts. The Green Eyed Monster began rocking side to side trying to ease the pain and find some escape before Harley could dislocate her shoulders. Envy showed off her own power pulling her arms forward enough to allow her to rock free and turn over onto her knees. Collins gave a small grin as Nora fought to her feet and nearly had her freedom before the tall brunette brought her foot up placing it against the blonde’s spine and reefing back on her arms.
“AAHHAAA!” Nora cried out, her arms and shoulders burning in pain as the Vicious Volunteer pushed out with her foot while releasing one wrist. Harley Jo used the push from her leg to twist the Green Eyed Monster around and send her flying across the ring with an Irish Whip. Collins backed up into the opposite ropes to build some momentum heading towards the blonde. For maybe the first time tonight Nora was out in front of Harley as they raced toward a big collision, the Green Eyed Monster dove forward leading with her shoulder and caught the brunette before Collins could react to the Diving Shoulderblock.
Harley Jo was knocked flat on back, the air forced from her lungs. Maxwell landed on her hands and knees, breathing heavily. Envy pushed upright and walked around to HJC’s side. Without taunt or preamble the big blonde leapt into the air and threw her legs out in front of her. Gravity took care of the rest as Nora’s thighs crashed down across Harley’s rack and stomach. More wind taken from her sails leaves the Vicious Volunteer gasping for air, but her lost breath was compounded all the more when Nora (who still sat with both legs across the brunette’s torso) reached down, grabbed the front of Harley Jo’s black trunks and pulled them up past the southerner’s navel. Savoring her callous vengeance, Nora sneered, “That’s how you do it huckleberry.”
Collins squirmed as her crotch was invaded by the black cloth of her own wrestling attire. Nora turned on her backside removing her legs, but before rising fully she snatched a handful of Harley’s dark sweat soaked locks. Hair hauling the brunette back to her feet, Envy centers the pair up in the ring and turning a shoulder to Harley, dipped and lifted her opponent up with a Fireman’s Carry. The Green Eyed Monster gave her trapped victim no chance at squirming out: as soon and Harley was up Nora shrugged her over, but she didn’t just let Collins fall to the canvas. Nora twisted her body to catch up with the mid-air HJC and chest to chest they arrived on the canvas together in Maxwell’s Grudgebuster.
GRUDGEBUSTER @ 0:28
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o4NI77giIzw
Harley was trapped between the proverbial ‘rock and hard place’ as she slammed into the thinly padded plywood with Maxwell crashing down atop her. Nora put her left forearm against Collins’s jawline, pushing her head sideways against the canvas as she hooked the far leg. Merle as always was on the spot for the count. After a quick check of Harley’s shoulders he rattled off…
ONE…
TWO…
THKICKOUT!
The crowd cheers, but Envy glared at Merle, “Come on Harley, seems the man in the stripes wants to see you suffer some more.”
With a handful of hair and the other tucked into Harley’s waistband, Nora returned the brunette Destroyer to vertical. Envy pressed up against Collins’s side and slung the woozy woman’s near arm over her shoulder. From there Nora reached between Harley Jo’s thighs so she could grab the dangling wrist and ram her own forearm into the Tennessee woman’s crotch. Set up complete, The Green Eyed Monster lifted and fell backward, tossing Harley with her Wrist Clutch Exploder.
WRIST CLUTCH EXPLODER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUn8V38QKyg
When Harley hit she bounced into the air several inches and slammed back down to the mat. Nora rolled over, climbing on top of the black clad brunette. “THAT’S IT!” she yelled to anyone who would listen.
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Collins lifted a shoulder off the mat so late Merle had to shout a warning to the Timekeeper to make sure he didn’t ring the bell. Leaned back on her knees, Nora locked eyes with the official and murmured, “You are the luckiest little man in the building tonight. Because if this BYTCH wasn’t so close,” the blonde flattened one hand into a paddle and SMACKED it down on Harley Jo’s midsection, “I’d rip you to pieces for that blatantly slow count.”
A lump the size of a grapefruit abruptly found its way into Merle’s throat and almost attempted to stammer it away before Maxwell raised an index finger. “Shhhhhhh. Like I said, tonight’s your lucky night. But this redneck piece of garbage? I’m afraid her luck has run out.”
The FAWNatics denied this idea quite vehemently, but she was in the ring and they weren’t and besides, Nora’d never paid them any mind unless they were singing her praises. Collins didn’t offer up much in the way of a rebuttal either. Since surviving the Exploder she’d rolled onto her stomach and made it to one knee. Maxwell plunged a hand into her hair and yanked up, accelerating the lanky brunette’s return to boot leather with a series of nasty fits and starts.
While Envy usually delighted in playing with her food, Collins’s idiotic tenacity had soured her enjoyment of the game and so she wasted no time sliding the other woman across her brawny shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Hooking her arms around the back of Harley Jo’s neck and knees respectively, Nora tugged forward, folding the supposed Terror around her like she was little more than a feather boa or an exceptionally tacky scarf. “LET THIS BE A LESSON TO ALL THE JEALOUS TRAMPS IN THE BACK!” she turned in a slow circle, making sure all four sides of the arena got an exquisite view. “I AM THE DESTROYER OF DESTROYERS! I AM THE GREEN EYED MONSTER! I AM ENVY MAXWELL! DEAL WITH ITEERRRGGHHHH!”
Harley’s dangling left hand came to life and ‘smecked’ a ferocious, white-knuckled Claw atop her blonde’s exposed navel. Snarling in pained surprise as her legs shimmied, Nora caught her balance and started to spin in hopes of flinging the grip away. No such luck, Collins sank it in a little deeper and Maxwell stumbled hard. This time Envy didn’t steady out until she hit the ropes and when she did it was because HJC hooked an arm over the top strand.
As close to the action as good sense allowed, Merle waited a second, then hurried over and patted Envy’s side. “Set her down, Envy. C’mon now.”
Pleased to be free of the Claw but disgusted to relinquish her Fireman’s Carry, Maxwell asked, “Set her down now, you say? Have it your way, little man.”
The Jealous Juggernaut dipped her shoulders and flung Collins over the ropes to what she hoped to be a very long fall. Alas those hopes came to naught because the Vicious Volunteer used her lifeline to pull herself into an awkward, yet very much vertical landing on the apron. Of course it wasn’t all good, as her salvation left her face to face with a woman who promptly THWHAPPED a stiff Elbow Smash off the side of her face.
“What the hell, was your mother a opossum?” Far from interested in an answer, she twined her fingers in the brunette’s hair and raced to the nearest corner where she BWUUUNKED Harley’s Jo’s forehead against the cold steel ringpost. Collins’s knees went watery and she would’ve slid off her perch if it weren’t for Nora’s grip on her hair. “No, no, no, the time for playing outside has passed. You wanted to stay in the ring? All right bytch, let’s get you back in the ring!”
To accomplish this task, Nora climbed to the second turnbuckle and used her follicular control to make the brunette do the same, albeit from the other side of the post. When Harley Jo was a little ways above her, Maxwell lowered her head and leaned in closer to draw her prey into the biggest Fireman’s Carry of the even--
”NNNNNNGGGGHHHH!” Harley Jo drilled the point of her right elbow into the back of Envy’s head, stunning her momentarily. Half a dozen more delivered at a machinegun pace only deepened Maxwell’s stupor, to the point that she didn’t notice when Collins hoisted her into a Fireman’s Carry of her own. Demonstrating remarkable balance for someone who almost never ventured into the high rent district, Harley tipped a wink at the buzzing crowd, then hopped off and shrugged the blonde from her shoulders. The Tennessee Terror genuflected the moment she touched down, meaning a still plummeting Envy THWHUMPED down gut-first atop the posted joint. Maxwell bounced up and went flying, her sturdy frame curled tight around the point of impact well before she hit the canvas.
AVALANCHE GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_KLZmBY680
A true scholar of the air deprivation game, Harley Jo Collins knew damned well when there was no breath in a woman’s lungs and not likely to be any for the immediate future. Capitalizing on this, she rushed to the gagging grappler and dragged her to her knees with a handful of hair. This led to a Standing Headscissors and a subsequent Double Underhook that earned a raucous cheer from the sold out crowd. “Seems to me you ain’t destroyed much of anything tonight,” Harley drawled to her foe’s back, “but feel free to disagree, soon as you can speak again, that is.”
Through talking, she muscled Envy up until the toes of her boots were pointed toward the rafters. Holding the pose just long enough to let the cameras do their work, Collins swung her burden down, laid out on her back and raised her knees all in one fell swoop to ensure Envy THWHUMPED down tummy first on the spikes of her knees. Gut well and truly busted by the Ace of Spades, Maxwell slopped onto her back and only wheezed when Harley Jo sat heavily on the pit of her stomach.
ACE OF SPADES @ 1:36
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NBp2IRdSTE
Pressing Envy’s face to the side with one hand, she raised the other overhead and ticked off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The crowd cheered and the bell sounded but Harley didn’t get up. Rather she put her hands on her knees and enjoyed the perch until the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… HARLEY JO COLLINS!”
The victorious brunette patted Envy’s cheek, then stood up and allowed Merle to raise her hand. “Ain’t got no reason to be jealous, darlin’.” she said to the prone blonde, “but I understand if you got a little hitch in’ yer belly. You wanna make it go away, you’re welcome to try again.” Harley raked a hand through her hair and looked to the hard camera. “That goes for the rest of ya, too. If you’re looking for the fight of your life I can make it real simple. All you gotta do is come to this crossroads,” she stretched her arms wide, indicating the ring, “then say my name. Speak of the devil. And she will appear.”
Satisfied with the night’s work, this particular devil offered everyone in the sound of her voice a crooked smile before sauntering out of the squared circle to await the next woman foolish enough to summon her forth.
No sooner had he taken his post did the house lights wink out. Shortly thereafter they were replaced with an eerie phosphorescent glow. Just as disquieting, the inky blackness of the FAWNtron was split by a colossal pair of luminous, green eyes. The crowd saw this and booed lustily, a suitable welcome for the Green Eyed Monster.
BAD KARMA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NevmJ2uZ-rQ
“You know what I think…Bad Karma’s a bytch.”
This curse arrived in time with Nora Vesper ‘Envy’ Maxwell. The woman who pushed through the curtain wore a floor-length hooded black canvas coat. When she reached the top of ramp she threw the hood back to reveal the blonde menace beneath. Her coat, which was already opened, offered an excellent view of a sturdy fighting chassis rooted firmly in the Destroyer class. After a brief pause to sneer at the great unwashed, Maxwell started toward the ring.
“Ladies and gentlemen,“ the Announcer called, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first, she stands five foot eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty pounds of pure wrestling power…She is the DESIRE every man and the ENVY of every woman! This is NORA VESPER MAXWELL!”
NORA VESPER MAXWELL:
<br>Envy’s path kept her well clear of the cacophonous hordes that dared seek her attention on her way to the squared circle. Those fans at ringside were not treated any better than those lining the aisle, as Nora completely ignored them in favor of handing her coat to a nameless attendant. Shorn of her coat, Maxwell was armored in a deep green fighting bikini, short black wrestling boots and matching mid thigh stockings that were connected to the bottoms by small garters. While Maxwell eschewed the normal knee and elbow pads, she did wear a pair of small black MMA gloves.
Moving to the ring, Envy lifted her right leg at a sharp angle and placed her heel on the apron, all the better to show off her sun kissed gam. Nora reached up grabbed the middle strand and pulled herself up. After wiping the bottom of her boots on the apron, Envy slipped through the ropes and strutted to the far corner. Merle came over to check her for the pre-match inspection, but the blonde refused to allow the referee anywhere near her. “You can look, but you can’t touch, little man.”
Merle gave her a bland look and waited, clearly not about to let Envy go into battle unchecked. With a snort of disgust, Nora placed a boot on middle turnbuckle and said, “Boots and gloves ONLY. I feel your fat little fingers on my skin and you’ll be very, VERY sorry. Are we clear?” The ref nodded and went through his check as quickly and thoroughly as possible. When he backed off, Maxwell spat, “Now get that moonshine-soaked redneck shytbird out here. I have some grievances to air.”
SHINE DOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qNdHiR4qUSo
The Announcer was just tucking his notes away when the speakers coughed up the sounds of heavy equipment at a construction site. Then a wailing harmonica cut through the din and the crowd leapt to its feet to lay eyes on the backwoods enigma. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Jackson, Tennessee she stands at five feet ten inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-eight pounds, she is the Tennessee Terror, the Queen of Razorback Holler, I give to you HARLEY JO COLLINS!”
HARLEY JO COLLINS:
Accompanied by the wailing harmonica and pounding drums of Godsmack‘s ‘Shine Down‘, Vicious Volunteer stepped through the curtain and smirked at the woman waiting in the ring. Much like the blonde, Collins was sheathed from view, in her case a pair of shapeless denim overalls did the deed. But everyone knew they were just set-dressing, as evidenced by the occasional glimpse of a black bikini top. Still staring down Maxwell, Harley Jo dug into overalls, removed a bottle of Maddog 20/20 and helped herself to a long swig. Smiling as the fire in her mouth met the fire in her heart, the Ace of Spades pocketed her libations and started toward the ring.
Collins’s long stride made short work of the aisle and would’ve done the same to the steps if she hadn’t paused at the base thereof. A hand went to her shoulders and undid the clasps on the overalls, leaving them in a puddle at her feat. Their absence revealed a black fightin’ two-piece, white pads and ‘Stars and Bars’ patterned boots. Once clear of the shed denim she slid under the bottom rope and pushed to her feet and strode to the middle of the ring. Maxwell started forward and Harley Jo did too, much to the delight of those assembled. The fight would’ve started then and there if Merle hadn’t had the nerve to step between and order them back to their respective corners. They did, but only after a long stare down that convinced the ref to get through his last inspection as quickly as possible.
The bell CLANGED and Envy started out of her corner at once, the strong blonde showing no fear of the woman on the other side of the ring. Harley Jo hung back a moment longer, not out of any sort of trepidation but because she knew her prey would always come to her in time if she waited long enough. It proved true enough tonight as Maxwell wasted no time closing in on the Tennessee Terror. Hands raised and ready for grappling, Envy feigned a lunge and looked mildly disappointed when Collins didn’t so much as twitch. A truncated Toe Kick brought an identical non-reaction so Maxwell reared back for something between a Palm Strike and a Bytch Slap.
Whatever it was it would’ve knocked the taste out of Harley Jo’s mouth if the brunette hadn’t flicked a hand up and caught her attacker’s wrist with less than four inches to spare. Rather than wrench Envy’s arm or kick at her tummy, Collins planted a taunting kiss on the back of her foe’s palm, then tossed her hand away and backed off without so much as a word.
More angered by the crowd’s guffaws than the hick’s bullshyt, Maxwell stormed in and went for another clench, which the taller woman did not shy away from. It’d been in place for all of three seconds when HJC transitioned into a Go-Behind and broke it to THWHAP both hands between Envy’s shoulders. Maxwell stumbled, caught her balance and rounded on the brunette.
“I thought you were here to fight.” she growled.
Harley Jo didn’t bat an eye. “Same to you, darlin’. Didn’t know you wanted to dance before the ass whoopin’. Frankly it’s not the way I do business, but to each her ow--”
Envy came at her with a hard Clothesline which she slipped with a whisper to spare. Twisting around as she went under Maxwell’s arm, Collins traced her fingertips from Envy’s tummy all the way across her left hip to the swells of her glutes. It was a minor thing, utterly painless if truth be told but Nora Vesper Maxwell grimaced like she’d been touched by scalding acid. “You disappoint me, bytch.” the Green Eyed Monster snarled. “There was a time when you were one of the most feared women on this roster. Not by me of course, but it’s still an achievement that’s worthy of acknowledgement, if not respect. But now look at you. No more putting chicks in the hospital, no more elaborate mindgames, no more fun. You might as well be a giant, country-fried version of Shea London.”
Collins’s eyes flashed for the briefest moment before giving way to benign humor. “If it makes you feel any better I used to imagine you could give me a pretty good fight back when you were out there terrorizing runways and late night talk show sets. But now that I’m actually in the ring with you…” she looked Envy up and down with a disapproving state. “…it seems that I am destined for a letdown.”
That was enough for Maxwell, she came at Collins with a full force Toe Kick and cursed violently when the Vicious Volunteer caught it in both hands. Quickly trapping Envy’s ankle in the loop of her left arm, Harley Jo leaned forward and put those long arms to good use by affixing a Claw grip to the blonde’s bare tummy. Maxwell hissed and almost lost her balance -- she’d heard stories of the redneck’s talon and studied plenty of tape, but it all paled in comparison to a taste of the real thing.
Balanced heavily on her plant foot, Envy swiped at the brunette’s nose and when that came up empty she grabbed hold of her attacker’s wrist in both hands and pulled it loose. “Let go or I start breaking fingers.” she demanded. As proof of her threat she wrapped a rough grip around Collins’s fingers and started to bend them toward her foe’s wrist.
‘Started’ being the operative word as Harley Jo threaded an ankle behind the blonde’s planted foot and slid it forward. Envy went down on her back with a heavy ‘thud’ and lost possession of the brunette’s hand in the process. Collins however had gained a prize in the form of Maxwell’s other ankle, which she now held apart from its mate in a wide ‘V’. The crowd roared for a little trunks mugging and Envy must’ve feared the same outcome because she pointed a commanding finger at her attacker and barked, “Don’t even think about it, swamp trash! You so much as look at my trunks wrong and I’ll OOOOFFFFHHHH!”
Harley wrenched the blonde’s gams apart in a rude Wishbone and Envy understandably cupped both hands over her crotch. But understandable was not always the best course of action, as Collins proved by THWHUMPING her heel into the bit of Envy’s stomach. Maxwell sucked in a wheezing breath, then raised her hands when the brunette lifted her boot into position for another shot. HJC made as if to stomp a couple different times only to pull back and tap the toe of her boot into grounded woman’s togs. Forced to divide her efforts between straight-up defense and escape, Envy pushed herself onto one elbow and devoted her other hand to warding off the southerner’s boot, whatever it might do. Daring to crane her head toward the referee, Maxwell barked, “Did you see that? It was a blatant Low Blow and I want this jealous bytch disqualiFFFNNNNGGGHHH!”
The Tennessee Terror stomped her tummy again and this time she kept right on pressing down, Collins using a great deal of her near hundred and fifty pounds to soften up the other woman’s strong abs. Give the devil her due, Envy only tried to wrest Harley Jo’s foot away for a second or two before deciding on a quicker route. Elbows braced against the mat, she pushed up and dragged / slid across the mat until she crooked one arm around the bottom rope. “Get off me, shytheel!” she ordered. “Or so help me I’ll GRRRRRHHHHHHHHH!”
Collins switched over to her toes again and used them like a stubby corkscrew on the green topography of Maxwell’s trunks. “What’re you going to do, darlin’?” Harley Jo smirked. “Whine to the zebra until he makes me let you go? That’s got a real questionable success to failure ratio.”
Envy saved the brunt of her wrath for the brunette, yet it was indeed the official who came to her assistance. Sidling up beside the willowy Destroyer, Merle tapped her shoulder and said, “All right, you’ve had enough fun, Harl. Let go of her foot and back off.”
Collins stopped jostling her foot, but Merle noticed it was still pressed tight against Envy’s center. “That’s where your wrong, sir.” she said with that trademark crooked smile. “No matter what they say I done, I ain’t NEVER had too much fun.”
Even so, she tossed Envy’s feet aside and strode to the center of the ring to grant the blonde some time to compose herself. Pushing to one knee almost as soon as she was free of the taller woman’s grip, Envy massaged her stomach for a moment, then got to her feet and used both hands to smooth back her battle-rumpled locks. Her usual confidence returned just as quickly (if it’d ever left at all) and the Green Eyed Monster came off the ropes without any prompting from Merle. “You must be quite proud of yourself with all of those dirty little tricks at your disposal.” she taunted. “But I wonder if you’d feel that good looking me dead in the eye?” With that she raised her right hand overhead and crooked it into a claw, the international call sign for a Test of Strength.
If she’d expected Harley Jo to balk she was destined for disappointment because the big brunette walked up and ‘smecked’ her left palm to Envy’s right. Already squeezing the complete half, Maxwell raised her left, then darted it toward Collins’s eyes! Harley only drew back enough to give herself the clearance necessary to snatch hold of the blonde’s wrist. “Darlin’, if you want to fight dirty you’re gonna have to do a lot better than AAAAAGGGGGHHHH!”
Envy wrenched her foe’s hands down so she could lunge in close and spit in Collins’s eye. Half blind, Harley Jo tried to prize loose, but Maxwell doubled down on her grips and pulled her into a THUMPING Kneelift that hit just below the line of her waistband.
“How about something like that?” Envy chided as the brunette doubled over. “Does that work for you, bytch? Because I love it.”
The Green Eyed Monster took the brunette’s offered skull under her arm in a Front Facelock, grinding the taller woman’s head between forearm and hip. Collins wrapped her arms around the waist of the blonde and with no sign of effort she began to lift Envy off the canvas, but a hard Forearm Smash to the Tennessee Terror’s spine put Nora’s feet back on the mat. “I don’t think so. You want to play mind games? Try this one.”
Maxwell reached down to HJC’s waistband and gave a quick jerk up the brunette’s back. The wedgie brought an involuntary squeal from Collins, which was cut off when Nora threw her body backward driving Harley’s skull into the thinly padded canvas with a DDT. Harley was left in a pyramid on the ring floor her head down and butt in the air. On her back beside the Southerner, Envy rolled over, pushed to one knee and spread her arms to better display her magnificence, to which the FAWNatics booed heartily.
Nora was slightly annoyed by the fact the crowd didn’t recognize her superiority, but she had long ago accepted that the inferior masses were just jealous of her. Envy helped herself to a handful of dark locks of her black clad opponent, Merle instantly spoke up with, “Off the hair Nora!” The blonde snorted her lack of caring. “Just helping Harley up here”
Blinking as she tried to refocus the world, the Tennessee Terror grunted as Envy wrapped her arms around Harley Jo, the chest to chest Bear Hug trapped one of Harley Jo’s arms tight to her side. Before the country girl could make use of the free arm Nora lifts spinning with a Belly to Belly Suplex. Harley landed flat on the mat, with Maxwell’s weight coming down on top of her as well.
BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WQmZrsnkXrU
“I’m sure you would love if I just pinned you now. It’s not going to be that easy though.” Nora taunted as she swung a long leg around to mount her foe. Apparently unconcerned about the disadvantageous position, Collins shot up an arm and smashed a shot into the blonde’s chest. Maxwell was knocked breathless for a second, but she enjoyed the high ground and answered Harley’s chest shot with a trio of her own and a forearm to the side of the brunette’s head at the end.
Maxwell slapped her palms down on Harley’s bosom and pushed to her feet. Nora then ran to the ropes behind Collins hitting them. When she returned Envy passed without an attack, Harley sat up, just time for the Jealous Juggernaut to return and THWHUNK the heel of her boot into Collins’s forehead sending her back to the canvas.
LOW RUNNING BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ty7xU6UWA6g&feature=related
Nora didn’t stop until she reached the ropes and leaned out over the top strand jawing at the FAWNatics ringside, “You know Harley Jobber started when you started rooting for her.” Of course this brought many comments about Envy from the crowd, one of the loudest was a call for Nora to remove her top. “You wish.” Nora spat at the requestor.
When the Green Eyed Monster turned Harley was three quarters of the way back to her feet, the blonde looked to remedy that. Rushing toward her target Nora lowered her shoulder driving into Collins, but instead of knocking HJC to the canvas she only managed to knock the Tennessee Terror back a few steps. Harley took a deep breath before saying, “Care to try that again?”
Nora turned and headed toward the ropes, but Harley Jo reached out, grabbed a double handful of hair and ripped the Green Eyed Monster off her feet. Nora’s cry was cut off as her back slammed into the mat, Merle did warn Harley, but the corked smile told him there was no sorrow in the Tennessee Terror. Maxwell rolled over to a knee rubbing the back of her head where she’s sure there was a bald spot now, “Bytch! You’ll pay for that!”
Harley’s eyes narrowed as she started forward, but the blonde butt-scooted back against the ropes pointed a demanding finger at Collins. “Keep her back!”
Merle did step in between the women to stop Harley’s progress, but only because she chose to. Nora climbed up the ring ropes to get back to her feet. Maxwell circled to her right, Harley turned with her, keeping the blonde in front of her at all times. Envy slowly tightened the circle bringing the two Destroyers back into range, but anyone thinking this was going end up in some textbook Collar & Elbow hadn’t been watching this match. Nora’s boot shot up aimed at HJC’s navel, but quick reflexes saved Harley with mere inches to spare as she caught the black boot and held it exposed while she grinned at the hopping blonde.
Nora leapt off her plant foot, aiming an Enzugiri at the back of the brunette’s brain case. But again Harley was able to just avoid the boot this time by ducking out of the way and letting Maxwell flip herself into a face-first landing on the canvas. Still holding onto the Green Eyed Monsters ankle, Harley Jo stepped over and sat down on the blonde’s back as she tucked the ankle under her armpit locking in a nice Single Leg Crab.
Harley scooted back until she was sitting on the blonde’s head, pressing Nora’s face into the canvas with her one hundred and forty-eight pounds. Merle offered to stop things for Maxwell, but the blonde refused with some colorful language. Harley Jo upped her southern accent, “Ya’ll kiss ya’lls Momma wit that mouth Sugar?”
Nora didn’t respond to the Ivy Armstrong imitation, but did impress many with a show of strength by pushing her torso up off the canvas with Collins still on top and crawled much closer to the ropes. The quiver in Maxwell’s arms was clearly visible when she collapsed short of her goal, but after a moment she repeated the process and this time made it to where she could reach out and grab the bottom strand. Even before her fingers were around the rope though Nora was screaming, “Get her off me, ref!”
Merle agreed. “Ok Harley, she’s in the ropes. Let’s have a clean break.”
That was probably the least likely thing to happen tonight in FAWN, unless Portia VanBuren suddenly came out and gave everyone in attendance hundred dollar bills. Collins used four fifths of her count and before dropping the blonde’s legs she gave the center of the green trunks protecting Nora’s womanhood a hard slap. The FAWNatics cheered as Harley strolled out the center of the ring and Envy curled into a protective ball at the ropes still holding the strand.
Satisfied with her work up to this point, the Vicious Volunteer used the reprieve to catch her breath and ‘flick’ her distended bottoms back into place. She was ready to go in well under ten seconds, but Maxwell was still huddled in the strands, which the brunette interpreted as milking the referee’s generosity. To expedite her foe’s return to the battle, Harley Jo called, “Don’t have to do that fiddlin’ by yourself these days, darlin’. Miriam’s got a wide variety of accessories available for you lonesome types and she might even show ya how to use ‘em, if she’s feeling generous.”
Flushing with anger rather than embarrassment, Envy made it to boot leather and glared daggers at the other woman. “The only ‘accessory’ I’ll need tonight is your pointy little nose. You could offer it up willingly…” Maxwell trailed off, her lips curling up in a knowing smirk. “…but I hope you don’t.”
Far from intimidated by the none too subtle smothering threat, Collins looked the blonde up n’ down before she replied. “Gonna take a lot more than a two bit sack of nothing to turn me into a barstool. Course, you’re welcome to try. Fair warning though, I tend to need a comfortable seat when the fightin’s over.”
Envy’s eyes narrowed in anticipation of ruining the hick’s evening. “You’re not going to sit down for a week when I’m finished with you, bytch. Guaranteed.”
“And when would that be, exactly? I keep thinkin’ you’re gonna step up, but you have taken a shine to those rop--”
Maxwell crossed the canvas at a near run, reared back for a big Haymaker and cursed when Collins got a forearm up to deflect the blow. Acting in the instant before Envy could reload, Harley Jo flicked out a hand and CRAAACKED her blonde across the face with a scathing Bytch Slap. Painful to be sure, but also far more derisive than a simple counterpunch, which was almost assuredly the reason Collins chose it.
Sure enough, the crowd didn’t ‘oooooh!’ or even cheer when Envy’s head snapped to the side, they laughed uproariously. If there was one thing that maddened Envy most in the whole world, it was the sound of ill-informed morons deriving even a moment’s pleasure from her pain. Eager to punish them as forcefully as her foe, the Green Eyed Monster shoved Collins back on her heels, then lunged in with her second looping Haymaker in less than a min-- More laughter from those assembled when HJC dipped below Envy’s fist and wheeled around on her six.
Understanding perfectly well that the blonde would round on her in half a second, Harley still found the time to grab a double handful of waistband and jerk it several inches above the small of Envy’s back. Maxwell shrieked aloud as the lycra sawed between her glutes, but the tawdry tactic didn’t paralyze her as it did some. In truth it galvanized the Colorado native, as evidenced by the decidedly emphatic way she jabbed her right elbow back over her shoulder.
If Collins had snuggled in against her prey’s back she would’ve lost a few teeth but as it was she avoided it by about half an inch. More important, the power of Envy’s jailbreak broke the brunette’s grip on her trunks and spun her around in a half circle to boot. Happy to remind Envy that every failure carried a steep cost, Harley Jo wrapped her arms around the other Destroyer’s exposed middle and drew her into a crushing tummy on tummy Bear Hug.
Nora groaned in pain, then let out a little yelp of surprise when Collins muscled her a little ways off the mat and continued to squeeze. Unable to wrap her head around the idea that she’d fallen into this Hater’s trap, Envy jabbed a few rough punches in above Harley Jo’s left hip. When that didn’t work, she twined her fingers into the brunette’s hair and tugged back hard enough to earn a hiss of hurt from the stoic southerner. Merle hadn’t even started to voice his disapproval of Maxwell’s counter when the Tennessee Terror grunted, “Only poseurs and wannabe’s pull hair to get out of a hug, darlin’. You wanna eeerrrggghhhh…. wanna prove you’re better than me? Work your arms under mine and slap on a Hug of your ownnnnnnggghh.”
Envy’s reply came in the form of several more seconds of tugging, each of which threatened to remove great patches of Collins’s scalp. “I don’t need to prove myself to you!” she scoffed. “Everyone can clearly see you’re not GUUHHHFFFHHH!”
Harley Jo leaaaaaaaaaned back on the Bear Hug, which exacerbated the curve of the blonde’s spine something fierce. It also stopped her mouth for a moment, giving Merle the perfect opportunity to say, “Get out of her hair unless you want to get disqualified, Envy!” She most certainly did not, especially when it was clear to anyone with a brain that she’d triumph over this swamp dweller as soon as she stopped the blatant cheating.
Releasing the hair-hold after a final bulldog-esque shake, she pressed her forehead to Collins’s and hissed, “All right. Challenge accepted you opossum brained piece of shyt.” Envy raised her hands high so the idiot referee could tell they were clear of the brunette’s hair, then angled her elbows inward and jammed them into Harley Jo’s biceps just above the elbow.
Collins grimaced and made microadjustments, striving to keep the coil as tight as possible while Maxwell tried to work her arms through it. The going was maddeningly slow for Envy’s taste, but the blonde proved remarkably tenacious and in thirty seconds she had her elbows all the way through. Another fifteen seconds had her down to mid-forearm and ten more put her wrists just above Collins’s crushing arms. One more yank got Envy all the way through and she wasted no time in ‘smecking’ her own grip around the brunette’s slender midsection.
“HAH!” she bellowed into HJC’s pained features. “Beat your stupid little challenge, didn’t I, bytch?” Maxwell set her feet and torqued her hips left, right and back again, just lashing the lanky southern stunner about like a ragdoll. When the shaking subsided, Envy pulled Harley in close and cooed, “I’ve got a challenge for YOU, trailer trash. Take this Hug back, before I crush your ribs. Think you’ve got it in you?” Maxwell wanted an answer fast, so she bore down that much harder, just crushing the other Destroyer’s body against her own. Harley grunted quietly and shook her head ‘no’ after a few seconds of deliberation. “What, you’re turning me down?” Envy crowed. “Or are you begging me not to hurt you?”
“Nuuuuhhhh…. neither,” Collins rasped. “I just needed… you distracted… while I did--” Collins’s hands, which had spidered down to hip level while Envy worked the Bear Hug, suddenly snatched hold of her attacker’s waistband just below the navel and YAAAAAAAAANKED up in a vile Front Wedgie.
Shrieking with pain as the green lycra sawed into her undercarriage, Envy released her grip and shoved the brunette away with all her strength. This resulted in a final flare of anguish, but then Collins let loose and tepid relief flooded over her. Reduced to a slow-motion baby steps by the catty tactic, Maxwell put one hand to her crotch and held the other outstretched in search of the ropes that were still too far away to do any damned good.
Still, she made it to within a few long paces before the Vicious Volunteer stepped in to ‘help out’. Sidling in on the blonde’s left, Harley Jo slung Envy’s arm over the back of her neck and grabbed the nape of her neck in her right hand. “Lookin’ a little peaked, darlin’. Think maybe you should settle down for a little while.” Collins’s idea of settling down proved anything but restful as she took control of Envy’s togs with her free hand and used both grips to haul the gimpy grappler off her feet. What goes up must come down and tonight it did so with Amazing Impact as Collins THWHAMMED her rival down flat on her face, chest and belly. Flopped onto her side by the gut-churning landing, Maxwell only moaned when Harley Jo dropped to her knees and laid across her chest in a Lateral Press.
AMAZE IMPACT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q1qI8D-wtEE
Harley pressed her left hand to the side of Envy’s face as her right reached down hooking the blonde behind the knee and pulled the long leg up. Merle moved in and was there before Harley completed her cradling of Nora’s gam.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Nora thrust both legs out and hit the back of Collins’s elbow on her left arm knocking it off her face. The Green Eyed Monster rolled over to her stomach and pushed up to all fours. The Vicious Volunteer strolled around behind the blonde taking her time she gave Envy’s backside a shove with her boot, “Fading on me already? I thought you were made of sterner stuff.”
Moving to Maxwell’s hip, the brunette Destroyer bent down, wrapped her arms around the blonde’s waist and with ease stood up right holding Nora at waist level. Carrying her around like a log for a cabin, looking for the right place to put her load. Harley found her spot and dipped tossing Nora over with a Gutwrench Suplex, the green- clad blonde flipped over and instead of landing on her back she landed seated on the canvas which a loud groan as pain shot up her spine and radiated from her undercarriage.
GUTWRENCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ksw4xgUvio
The FAWNatics gave the black-clad brunette a cheer as Harley took a few deep breaths after the exertion of a lot of energy with the showy move. Collins had the time, Nora hadn’t moved since being dropped on her derriere. Harley sank to one knee behind Envy the other knee slamming into the blonde’s spine, the Vicious Volunteer grabbing both wrists pulled Nora’s arms back Surfboard style. Harley leaned forward and whispered, “You need a good stretch after all those high impact moves.”
Nora kicked the heel of her boot into the canvas as her green top was stretched to its limits against her heaving breasts. The Green Eyed Monster began rocking side to side trying to ease the pain and find some escape before Harley could dislocate her shoulders. Envy showed off her own power pulling her arms forward enough to allow her to rock free and turn over onto her knees. Collins gave a small grin as Nora fought to her feet and nearly had her freedom before the tall brunette brought her foot up placing it against the blonde’s spine and reefing back on her arms.
“AAHHAAA!” Nora cried out, her arms and shoulders burning in pain as the Vicious Volunteer pushed out with her foot while releasing one wrist. Harley Jo used the push from her leg to twist the Green Eyed Monster around and send her flying across the ring with an Irish Whip. Collins backed up into the opposite ropes to build some momentum heading towards the blonde. For maybe the first time tonight Nora was out in front of Harley as they raced toward a big collision, the Green Eyed Monster dove forward leading with her shoulder and caught the brunette before Collins could react to the Diving Shoulderblock.
Harley Jo was knocked flat on back, the air forced from her lungs. Maxwell landed on her hands and knees, breathing heavily. Envy pushed upright and walked around to HJC’s side. Without taunt or preamble the big blonde leapt into the air and threw her legs out in front of her. Gravity took care of the rest as Nora’s thighs crashed down across Harley’s rack and stomach. More wind taken from her sails leaves the Vicious Volunteer gasping for air, but her lost breath was compounded all the more when Nora (who still sat with both legs across the brunette’s torso) reached down, grabbed the front of Harley Jo’s black trunks and pulled them up past the southerner’s navel. Savoring her callous vengeance, Nora sneered, “That’s how you do it huckleberry.”
Collins squirmed as her crotch was invaded by the black cloth of her own wrestling attire. Nora turned on her backside removing her legs, but before rising fully she snatched a handful of Harley’s dark sweat soaked locks. Hair hauling the brunette back to her feet, Envy centers the pair up in the ring and turning a shoulder to Harley, dipped and lifted her opponent up with a Fireman’s Carry. The Green Eyed Monster gave her trapped victim no chance at squirming out: as soon and Harley was up Nora shrugged her over, but she didn’t just let Collins fall to the canvas. Nora twisted her body to catch up with the mid-air HJC and chest to chest they arrived on the canvas together in Maxwell’s Grudgebuster.
GRUDGEBUSTER @ 0:28
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o4NI77giIzw
Harley was trapped between the proverbial ‘rock and hard place’ as she slammed into the thinly padded plywood with Maxwell crashing down atop her. Nora put her left forearm against Collins’s jawline, pushing her head sideways against the canvas as she hooked the far leg. Merle as always was on the spot for the count. After a quick check of Harley’s shoulders he rattled off…
ONE…
TWO…
THKICKOUT!
The crowd cheers, but Envy glared at Merle, “Come on Harley, seems the man in the stripes wants to see you suffer some more.”
With a handful of hair and the other tucked into Harley’s waistband, Nora returned the brunette Destroyer to vertical. Envy pressed up against Collins’s side and slung the woozy woman’s near arm over her shoulder. From there Nora reached between Harley Jo’s thighs so she could grab the dangling wrist and ram her own forearm into the Tennessee woman’s crotch. Set up complete, The Green Eyed Monster lifted and fell backward, tossing Harley with her Wrist Clutch Exploder.
WRIST CLUTCH EXPLODER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUn8V38QKyg
When Harley hit she bounced into the air several inches and slammed back down to the mat. Nora rolled over, climbing on top of the black clad brunette. “THAT’S IT!” she yelled to anyone who would listen.
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Collins lifted a shoulder off the mat so late Merle had to shout a warning to the Timekeeper to make sure he didn’t ring the bell. Leaned back on her knees, Nora locked eyes with the official and murmured, “You are the luckiest little man in the building tonight. Because if this BYTCH wasn’t so close,” the blonde flattened one hand into a paddle and SMACKED it down on Harley Jo’s midsection, “I’d rip you to pieces for that blatantly slow count.”
A lump the size of a grapefruit abruptly found its way into Merle’s throat and almost attempted to stammer it away before Maxwell raised an index finger. “Shhhhhhh. Like I said, tonight’s your lucky night. But this redneck piece of garbage? I’m afraid her luck has run out.”
The FAWNatics denied this idea quite vehemently, but she was in the ring and they weren’t and besides, Nora’d never paid them any mind unless they were singing her praises. Collins didn’t offer up much in the way of a rebuttal either. Since surviving the Exploder she’d rolled onto her stomach and made it to one knee. Maxwell plunged a hand into her hair and yanked up, accelerating the lanky brunette’s return to boot leather with a series of nasty fits and starts.
While Envy usually delighted in playing with her food, Collins’s idiotic tenacity had soured her enjoyment of the game and so she wasted no time sliding the other woman across her brawny shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Hooking her arms around the back of Harley Jo’s neck and knees respectively, Nora tugged forward, folding the supposed Terror around her like she was little more than a feather boa or an exceptionally tacky scarf. “LET THIS BE A LESSON TO ALL THE JEALOUS TRAMPS IN THE BACK!” she turned in a slow circle, making sure all four sides of the arena got an exquisite view. “I AM THE DESTROYER OF DESTROYERS! I AM THE GREEN EYED MONSTER! I AM ENVY MAXWELL! DEAL WITH ITEERRRGGHHHH!”
Harley’s dangling left hand came to life and ‘smecked’ a ferocious, white-knuckled Claw atop her blonde’s exposed navel. Snarling in pained surprise as her legs shimmied, Nora caught her balance and started to spin in hopes of flinging the grip away. No such luck, Collins sank it in a little deeper and Maxwell stumbled hard. This time Envy didn’t steady out until she hit the ropes and when she did it was because HJC hooked an arm over the top strand.
As close to the action as good sense allowed, Merle waited a second, then hurried over and patted Envy’s side. “Set her down, Envy. C’mon now.”
Pleased to be free of the Claw but disgusted to relinquish her Fireman’s Carry, Maxwell asked, “Set her down now, you say? Have it your way, little man.”
The Jealous Juggernaut dipped her shoulders and flung Collins over the ropes to what she hoped to be a very long fall. Alas those hopes came to naught because the Vicious Volunteer used her lifeline to pull herself into an awkward, yet very much vertical landing on the apron. Of course it wasn’t all good, as her salvation left her face to face with a woman who promptly THWHAPPED a stiff Elbow Smash off the side of her face.
“What the hell, was your mother a opossum?” Far from interested in an answer, she twined her fingers in the brunette’s hair and raced to the nearest corner where she BWUUUNKED Harley’s Jo’s forehead against the cold steel ringpost. Collins’s knees went watery and she would’ve slid off her perch if it weren’t for Nora’s grip on her hair. “No, no, no, the time for playing outside has passed. You wanted to stay in the ring? All right bytch, let’s get you back in the ring!”
To accomplish this task, Nora climbed to the second turnbuckle and used her follicular control to make the brunette do the same, albeit from the other side of the post. When Harley Jo was a little ways above her, Maxwell lowered her head and leaned in closer to draw her prey into the biggest Fireman’s Carry of the even--
”NNNNNNGGGGHHHH!” Harley Jo drilled the point of her right elbow into the back of Envy’s head, stunning her momentarily. Half a dozen more delivered at a machinegun pace only deepened Maxwell’s stupor, to the point that she didn’t notice when Collins hoisted her into a Fireman’s Carry of her own. Demonstrating remarkable balance for someone who almost never ventured into the high rent district, Harley tipped a wink at the buzzing crowd, then hopped off and shrugged the blonde from her shoulders. The Tennessee Terror genuflected the moment she touched down, meaning a still plummeting Envy THWHUMPED down gut-first atop the posted joint. Maxwell bounced up and went flying, her sturdy frame curled tight around the point of impact well before she hit the canvas.
AVALANCHE GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_KLZmBY680
A true scholar of the air deprivation game, Harley Jo Collins knew damned well when there was no breath in a woman’s lungs and not likely to be any for the immediate future. Capitalizing on this, she rushed to the gagging grappler and dragged her to her knees with a handful of hair. This led to a Standing Headscissors and a subsequent Double Underhook that earned a raucous cheer from the sold out crowd. “Seems to me you ain’t destroyed much of anything tonight,” Harley drawled to her foe’s back, “but feel free to disagree, soon as you can speak again, that is.”
Through talking, she muscled Envy up until the toes of her boots were pointed toward the rafters. Holding the pose just long enough to let the cameras do their work, Collins swung her burden down, laid out on her back and raised her knees all in one fell swoop to ensure Envy THWHUMPED down tummy first on the spikes of her knees. Gut well and truly busted by the Ace of Spades, Maxwell slopped onto her back and only wheezed when Harley Jo sat heavily on the pit of her stomach.
ACE OF SPADES @ 1:36
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NBp2IRdSTE
Pressing Envy’s face to the side with one hand, she raised the other overhead and ticked off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The crowd cheered and the bell sounded but Harley didn’t get up. Rather she put her hands on her knees and enjoyed the perch until the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… HARLEY JO COLLINS!”
The victorious brunette patted Envy’s cheek, then stood up and allowed Merle to raise her hand. “Ain’t got no reason to be jealous, darlin’.” she said to the prone blonde, “but I understand if you got a little hitch in’ yer belly. You wanna make it go away, you’re welcome to try again.” Harley raked a hand through her hair and looked to the hard camera. “That goes for the rest of ya, too. If you’re looking for the fight of your life I can make it real simple. All you gotta do is come to this crossroads,” she stretched her arms wide, indicating the ring, “then say my name. Speak of the devil. And she will appear.”
Satisfied with the night’s work, this particular devil offered everyone in the sound of her voice a crooked smile before sauntering out of the squared circle to await the next woman foolish enough to summon her forth.
