Post by bigfan on Apr 17, 2017 2:36:00 GMT
The opening riff of AC/DC’s Thunderstruck roared out from the arena speakers. Raising the mic to his lips the announcer began. “Hailing from Paraburdoo, Western Australia…standing at five feet and nine inches and weighing in tonight at one hundred and forty two pounds, please welcome…the Powerhouse of Paraburdoo…JUSTINE FREEBORNE!”
AC/DC – THUNDERSTRUCK
https://www. youtube.com/watch?v= v2AC41dglnM
JUSTINE FREEBORNE
Justine stepped through the curtain just as Brian Johnson’s first shout of ‘Thunder’ was being echoed loudly by the crowd. A huge smile was plastered across her face, and she was quickly waving and blowing kisses to the adoring fans around her. She took a second to secure her long golden hair in a ponytail, then set off at a run, zigzagging across the aisle to slap as many hands and take as many selfies as she could.
For tonight’s grudge match Justine had chosen a sky blue version of her usual halter bikini top and boy-cut trunks. Her white pads and boots gave an extremely pleasant contrast against the honey-tanned glow of her skin, while the chunky white belt angled jauntily across her hips drew attention to the sharp relief of her abs and stomach. With the crowd still bathing her in adulation Justine made her way to the apron
And froze. Turning her head slightly, she walked around one side of the ring, slapping hands absent-mindedly as she went, and came to a stop about half way. In front of her was one fan who definitely wasn’t as appreciative as the rest of the crowd, neither clapping or echoing the noise. The ‘fan’ Justine had spotted was very tall and had a female silhouette, but the hood of her thick black top was pulled up so as to hide her face. Taking all these things in, a small smile crossed the Aussie’s lips.
“G’day, Astrid!”
Justine’s tone was cheery, making it sound as if she talking to an old acquaintance rather than someone she had smothered to unconsciousness with her arse just two months ago. “It’s lovely to see ya out here, but be a sport and try not to get too over excited while I wreck the chick that wrecked you. ‘Kay?”
Flashing the hooded ‘stranger’ a trademark cheeky grin, Justine turned as if she didn’t have a care in the world and hopped up onto the apron. She popped a brawny double bicep flex, eyes staring down at the hooded fan as she did so, then slipped through the ropes and padded over to her corner, offering her boots to be checked by tonight’s referee Merle.
b]SHINE DOWN:[/b]
www.youtube.com/watch?v =mOx3Nh_KhE8
As Justine ran through a few last minute stretches in her corner, the house lights flickered in time with the grumble of heavy machinery set to work on some onerous task. This commotion was quickly joined by a more musical accompaniment, a mournful harmonica that served as herald for the most fearsome set of claws on this continent or any other. “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 Coutrycidal Maniac, the Queen of Razorback Holler, this is HARLEY JO COLLINS!”
HARLEY JO COLLINS:
With Godsmack running full bore, the Tennessee Terror brushed through the curtain and gave the crowd a once over before turning her attention to Justine. Lips curling ever so slightly, she tipped a languid salute to the Aussie and started down the aisle. Tonight, as on most nights, Collins wore a pair of shapeless denim overalls that were only tolerated because everyone knew what lurked beneath. Never breaking her stride, Harley reached into the back pocket of her denim, removed a bottle of Mad Dog 20/20 and treated herself to a healthy glug. Ignoring those fans that dared ask for a sip of their own, she tucked it away right about the time she reached the foot of the steps.
Already loud, the sold out crowd raised their efforts by several decibels when the lanky brunette put a hand to one shoulder and undid the clasps on the overalls, leaving them in a puddle at her feet. Blessedly free of this ceremonial armor, she wore a black fightin’ rumble-kini, white pads and ‘Stars and Bars’ patterned boots. Once clear of her doffed attire, she slid under the bottom rope and pushed to her feet and strode to the middle of the ring. Arms spread wide, Collins turned in a wide circle that ended in a flat-out stare down with Justine. Freeborne didn’t much care for the nonverbal challenge and she started forward only to have Merle usher her back to the corner. Shaking her head in disappointment, Harley Jo claimed the opposite set of buckles as her own and offered the official a laconic smirk along with her pads and boots when it was time for final inspection.
As soon as the bell rang Justine Freeborn gave one quick glance to make sure that hooded freak in the front row wasn’t about to try anything and strode out, claiming the center of the ring with a smile on her lips and challenge in her eyes. “Come on out now Harley!” her Antipodean accent twanged over the crowd noise, “last match of mine, you came down and eyeballed me from a distance. Don’t ya wanna get a closer look?”
The woman in question hadn’t moved a muscle, lounging like a panther on the buckles. Instead of responding directly, Harley-Jo turned herself to that silent figure in the crowd and gave a wink and conspiratorial jerk of the head as if to say ‘get a load of this chick’. Then she finally pushed herself out of the corner and closed to just outside grabbin’ range, noting the pale hairs raising on the taller girl’s arms with amusement.
“Makes sense that Australian thinkin’ is upside down. Way I see it, me and the scarecrow over there were just finishin’ up some advanced education when you decided to get in my way. But don’t worry yourself about it darlin’, ‘cos I got plenty more lessons and I’m sure gonna enjoy teachin’ you what happens when people interfere in my business.”
“Bullshit, Collins.” Freeborne took a step forward and raised one hand, a clear invitation for a test of strength. “You screwed me out of a win an’ ya know it. I gotta say that flickin’ yer switch back at Thrills Chills and Spills got rid of a bit’a that frustration, but doin it again tonight’s gonna work out all those kinks for good. Now raise your damn hand and let’s see what you’re bringin’.”
Harley’s hand did come out, but not to meet Justine’s. Instead she reached forward and lightly traced a circle in the taut flesh around the Aussie’s belly button with her fingernails. The none-too-subtle reminder of that famous claw elicited a slight shiver from the blonde, but she held her ground and actually pressed forward slightly. “Feels nice, doesn’t it girl?” Harley murmured, licking her lips, “hope you did your crunches or OOooooohhhh.”
The sinister sentence died in her mouth when Justine stepped back a fraction and brought her raised hand down in a stinging chop across the Tenessee Terror’s chest. The force behind the blow was enough to rock even someone as tough as Collins, but she seemed more pleased than hurt. Taking just a fraction of a second to steady herself, Harley swivelled her body into a retaliatory forearm smash which THUMPED into Freeborn’s breast bone.
Justine swayed back in turn, then forwards again to deliver chop number two, sending Tenessee tits bouncing before another forearm came back in return. The next forty seconds were a blur of blows, two destroyer-class powerhouses just unleashing into each other without the need for words as the crowd bayed its approval.
No clear winner had emerged when Harley, half-stepping back after a particularly spicy Aussie chop, used the space to build a little momentum and spun off her feet into a forearm which carried even more brutal force than her previous attempts. Freeborn staggered from the blow, cursing under her breath as she took several steps backwards before being able to reset. Harley allowed herself a small smile at winning this little duel, but it was wiped off her face when the Awesome Aussie showed the athleticism that earned her that nickname, setting her feet for a vertical leap which became a gorgeous standing dropkick.
The sheer athleticism caught Harley unprepared, meaning that she took both Aussie boots square in her chest. She reeled backwards, feet scrambling to get back underneath her until the ropes gave their assist. The spring at her back was enough to get the Vicious Volunteer to upright and push her a few steps back out into the ring, but she had no chance to respond before Freeborne ran in an arc around her and leaped at full tilt to bring one foot CRASHING into Tennessee chin.
SINGLE LEG DROPKICK
www.youtube.com/ watch?v=zJKWmC8Clfc
Despite the facefull of boot Harley managed to stay vertical, although her arms wheeled backwards like crazy and it was clear that her processing was temporarily going a lot slower than usual. Justine was quick to take advantage of this, popping back to her feet ad flicking out a toe kick which doubled the brunette forward. This put her head at perfect height for a front facelock, which the powerhouse blonde duly hooked before bracing her knees and lifting up, up and backwards in a lightning-fast Snap Suplex.
The pain of her back crashing into the barely-covered plywood was enough to dispel any cobwebs remaining in Harley’s head after that kneetrembler. She sat up and allowed herself a little hiss of pain, but her veteran ring awareness told her that she had to keep moving if she wanted to avoid any further punishment. As such Collins tumbled quickly to one side, ending up on all fours in the nick of time as Justine’s attempted soccer kick whiffed harmlessly through the space which had been so recently occupied by her spine. The blonde whipped around sharply at the exact moment Harley regained her feet to end up face-to-face with a few feet of separation.
After a frantic few minutes Harley seemed ready to slow things down, as indicated by her carefully circling to one side rather than heading straight back into the fray as she had done previously. Justine picked up on that immediately. “What’s the matter cobber?” the Aussie asked brightly, “you can’t be gettin’ scared already, I’ve not shown you anythin’ yet!” To illustrate the point she stormed forward again, reaching out to grasp at the brunette’s neck and instead receiving a kneelift to the tummy which doubled her over.
“Bless your heart darlin’, I ain’t scared of a common little thing like you.” Slipping around behind her opponent, Harley looped both arms around the blonde’s taut waist and pressed in tight. The position would have been a classic reverse bearhug, but Collins wasn’t quite giving it her full power, perhaps because she hadn’t locked her hands in the traditional manner. Instead one hand was turned sideways so that the nails dug just a little into tanned flesh.
The unpleasant sensation was enough to send Justine scrabbling at those locked arms, reaching down and trying to work her hands into the loop. The position was made even more uncomfortable by the feeling of Harley’s hot breath right by her ear. “See sugah, that’s what fear feels like,” the Tennessee Terror purred, “and if you want to know what I’m bringin, try this.” Freeborn’s struggling became even more pronounced as she processed the threat, but it wasn’t quite quick enough as Harley kept her odd grip in place and hauled up into a Release German Suplex given an even nastier twist by the belly claw.
Justine certainly didn’t appreciate the feeling of those nails in her stomach as she was lifted up, but she stayed loose, tucking up and rolling through the fall to end up on her haunches, albeit with a throb of pain in her back from the impact. Harley was on her feet quickly but clearly hadn’t accounted for the rapid athletic recovery by the Australian bombshell, who pushed out of her crouch and was charging at her in a dead sprint.
With a grunt of surprise Harley braced as best she could and swung out an arm in a rushed clothesline attempt which Justine ducked without even the tiniest break of stride. Taking to the air the instant she had straightened up, the big blonde landed with both feet firmly on the middle rope and used it to fire herself back again. Before Collins could mount a second countermeasure Justine spun gracefully in the air, hooked one arm around the brunette’s neck, and threw the rest of her body forward to come crashing down into a Springboard Bulldog which was as beautiful as it was brutal.
SPRINGBOARD BULLDOG
https://www. youtube.com/watch?v= IqWPGaB2ax0
Collins crashed into the matt face first and stayed there, suddenly stunned as Justine shovelled her onto her back and hooked one leg up tight for a count of…
ONE…
TWO…
Harley shoved the Aussie clear simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ a strong reminder that no matter how explosive the start, no one in FAWN just ran through the Vicious Volunteer. This wasn’t a revelation or even news to Freeborne, in fact she would’ve been sorely disappointed with anything short of a war of attrition. That’s why she didn’t even look at the referee before twining her fingers in the American’s hair.
A single hard tug got Collins back to vertical, and though Justine would’ve enjoyed a few more seconds of tress torture, she settled for a quick Headbutt between Harley Jo’s eyes. Collins’s knees shivered but didn’t go out, meaning the blonde didn’t have to waste time peeling her off the mat again. Instead she hooked one arm over Harley‘s shouler, slipped the other between opposing thighs and muscled her up into place across her chest. Collins didn’t much like the current arrangement and she made her displeasure known by gouging an elbow into the other wrestler’s ribs no less than half a dozen times in perhaps five seconds. “Oh, don’t like that, do ya?” Justine growled in between small, angry grunts. “Bet ya like this even less, girlie!”
Already where she needed to be, Freeborne rose up on tiptoes and abruptly dropped to one knee, all the better to drive Harley Jo’s exposed ribs onto the broad plank of her thigh. The Ribbreaker sent a strong shudder through the trapped powerhouse, but if didn’t free her from blonde clutches, indeed Justine fought back to her feet, went up on tiptoe a second time and dropped down and forward to THWHUMP her burden into the thinly-sheathed plywood! Eager to see their heroine notch a big win, Freeborne’s fans urged her to cover and were mildly surprised when sprang to her feet without even considering the possibility.
Any disappointment they might’ve felt over the choice evaporated when Justine skipped over the prone battler en route to the nearest corner, where she grabbed the top rope in both hands and vaulted into an easy perch in the high rent district. Forgoing a chance to salute the faithful in exchange for dishing out more punishment, Freeborne sprang out into the void, damned near disappeared into the lights and reappeared just as she came out of the flying toe-touch that was the hallmark of any credible Frog Splash.
FROG SPLASH
www.youtube. com/watch?v=6enlhau6NWs
THAWHAM! The Astounding Aussie landed with all hundred and forty plus pounds crashing down atop Collins’s chest, then bounced back onto her haunches to cross both arms over her thrumming midsection. But the nausea passed quickly, leaving the grinning blonde feeling better than ever as she stretched out on Harley’s heaving chest and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Collins still had a half second to spare when she kicked loose, even so, this escape wasn’t nearly as emphatic as the one just prior. Justine’s beaming smile told the crowd she’d noticed too. It also told them she wasn’t about to let up on the pressure now that she had the brunette reeling. “C’mon tuff girl, we’re not done yet.” Freeborne promised as she hauled a coughing Collins back to boot leather.
Harley Jo certainly wasn’t done, though the rough hand shoved in the Aussie’s face made it quite clear she wasn’t interested in pressing the match right that minute. Of course a woman who’d just soaked up a Frog Splash didn’t get to make those sort of demands, as Freeborne kindly pointed out when she tagged the taller woman’s jaw with a quick European Uppercut! Snatching one wrist as the Yank’s hands flew up to check her face, Justine stepped back and jerked her adversary forward, not an Irish Whip but a simple Bear Hug that forced a sharp gasp from Harley’s lungs. Very much enjoying the grimace on Collins’s face, Freeborne bore down a little harder and murmured, “How do you like MY squeeze, babNNNGGHHH!”
The Tennessee Terror returned Justine’s Headbutt with interest, catching the startled blonde flush on the bridge of the nose! The explosion of light behind her eyes forced Freeborne to release the Hug, however she maintained enough presence of mind to punish the American’s abs with a quick Kneelift just below the navel. Harley Jo coughed and doubled over, practically an open invitation for a Front Facelock. Freeborne wasted little time in accepting, then tossed Collins’s near arm across her shoulders and snagged a handful of waistband. Hooks sunk deep, Justine planted her feet and popped her hips--
HJC threaded a leg around her attacker’s, effectively freezing the Suplex (or whatever it was) in its tracks. The Powerhouse of Paraburdoo grimaced, pounded her knuckles into Harley’s side a few times, re-secured her trunks grip. She put a little more snap on her lift the second time around and was even more irritated when the southerner blocked it again. “Don’t fight it, girl.” Freeborne grumbled after yet another quick series of punches. “You’re not strong enough to hold WHOOAAAANNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Problem with setting someone in place for a Suplex was that you were setting yourself up as well and if they beat you to the draw… well, that’s what happened to Justine when Collins dropped her hips and took the startled blonde off her feet with a lightning quick Snap Suplex! Maintaining her grip after depositing Freeborne on the canvas, Collins pulled her knees in, twisted her hips and rolled the both of them onto their stomachs, all the better for the brunette to bring them back to verticality. The next lift was just as strong albeit not as explosive, Harley Jo showing off her own impressive strength as she muscled Justine directly overhead and promptly toppled backward to THWHAM the whole of her spine into the canvas!
Two Suplexes later and the Vicious Volunteer was still latched on tight, as both the crowd and the blonde discovered once she twisted over and forced her foe to stand right alongside. Bit of a pause here as Collins helped herself to even more of the other woman’s togs out ahead of hoisting her all the way to high noon. Moving one hand from waistband to tummy (doing so kept Justine from shaking loose and provided a decent defense against possible knees to top of her head. That was all secondary however, at least to Harley’s way of thinking. No for her the most important aspect of this position was how it let her show off that ungodly core strength even as she turned and carefully tromped to the ropes directly facing the skinny geek in the hoodie.
The FAWNatics murmured nervously, understandably concerned that the Witch of Razorback Holler might just dump her prey all the way to the floor. Collins could’ve done that very thing, but she was in a teachin’ mood as of late and she’d long since decided that lessons were best learned in a wrestling ring, as hospital beds offered far too many distractions these days. It was with that thought in mind that she took another step forward and simply dropped her rival into a TWANGING gut-first collision with the top rope! Justine folded in half, bounced hard and may very well have bounced from the strands if Collins hadn’t snatched a double handful of golden hair.
“Likin’ this fight just fine so far, Ms. Justine.” Harley Jo cooed as she tugged the Aussie’s noggin’ back n’ forth. “But if we’re bein’ honest, I’m about to enjoy it a whole lot more.”
With that she reared back and swept in, Collins’s right knee flying up to THWHONK her opponent’s forehead. Justine reared back, slid off the ropes and saved herself an ugly fall to the floor with a desperate white-knuckle grip on the middle strand. “No need to worry darlin, I won’t let you fall.” The Vicious Volunteer was all strychnine and honey as she palmed Justine’s noggin and hauled her upright.
Turning the breathless Australian to face to the crowd, Collins draped her arms over the top rope, then hooked her own right arm around Justine’s neck and wrenched backward, thus bending it over the rubber-coated steel with a nasty Dragon Sleeper! That wasn’t the worst part however. The worst came when Harley splayed her left hand into a paddle and laid it flat on her opponent’s belly.
Finally deigning to meet the gaze of the ‘fan’ in the hoodie, Collins murmured, “Take notes now, darlin’.” She dug in and pushed down while also cranking back on the Dragon Sleeper, HJC out to inflict as much torment as possible before the official made her break the holds.
Justine let out a wail the second she felt that hateful claw digging into her stomach, but the noise was cut off in her throat by the constricting arm of the Tennessee Terror. Caught between an intense desire to remove that invading hand and an urgent need to loosen the squeeze on her windpipe, the Aussie tried to do both at once and ended up doing neither, her futile attempts to dislodge Harley’s grip having no effect beyond causing her smile to widen a little more.
Luckily for Freeborne’s fans the referee had no such barrier to using his voice. “Get her out of the ropes NOW Collins!” he shouted. Harley took this as her cue to work even harder, her hungry claw digging deep into Australian meat while she simultaneously leaned back into the Dragon Sleeper to increase the awkward angle of the thrashing blonde’s neck. As the referee shouted “THREE” into her ear Harley poured on everything she had for one more second and then let go with a flourish, raising both her hands and flashing a wink at the hooded fan in the front row.
In front of her, Justine couldn’t do much more than hang in the ropes, drawing in several huge, racking breaths as her hands fluttered over the nasty red welt on her tummy. Casting a warning eye at Harley the referee stepped inbetween the two women, placing a hand on Justine’s back as he used the other to guide her out from her trap in the ropes. The blonde was still coughing a little, but when he asked if she would be able to continue she flashed a withering glare and growled “only if you get outta my way.”
Straightening up to her full height again as the ref hastily backpedalled away, the Astounding Aussie fixed the shorter woman with a glare and stepped towards her. “I ain’t gonna pretend that didn’t hurt, redneck, but you’re gonna need a damn lot more than scratching and cheating if you think you’re takin’ me dHUuuurgH!”
Thrilled to have such an easy target, Harley leaped off both feet and drove them both into the Aussie’s hurting tummy with a lovely high angle Standing Dropkick. Justine’s torso rocked involuntarily forwards at the same time as the force sent her legs scrambling back, leaving her in perfect position for a Front Facelock which the brunette duly secured.
Very conscious that this was the exact situation she had used to reverse the momentum a few minutes ago, Collins didn’t allow even a fraction of a second’s pause for the blonde to counter. Setting her feet and locking her hips in one smooth motion she lifted upwards, the muscles in her back rippling as her wriggling burden moved up to the two o’clock position. The crowd knew that traditionally this was where a wrestler might try to delay for a vertical suplex, and started to count accordingly, but the numbers died in their throats as Harley simply let go and dropped to one knee, allowing gravity to pull the horrified blonde down stomach-first onto the posted joint.
SUPLEX LIFT GUTBUSTER
https://www. youtube.com/watch?v=mELz9- K3Lkg
The crushing impact into her tummy caused a nasty retching sob to escape from Justine’s lips but she was otherwise silent, rolling off onto her back and kicking her feet on the matt in mindless hurt. Collins dusted herself off theatrically as she stood up and addressed the fallen powerhouse.
“I know you’re a strong one, darlin’, fact I’m right pleased about that. Gives me a chance to bring out all those little tricks I got up my sleeve. So keep on fightin’ girl, but just keep in mind that this is only gonna end in one way.”
Messsage delivered, Harley reached down and wrapped both hands around Freeborne’s throat, using the goozle to haul her back up to vertical. Or at least that seemed to be the plan up until it was interrupted halfway as the Powerhouse of Paraburdoo shot a short Kneelift into her tummy. The blow was enough to weaken Collins’ chokehold and Justine took full advantage , forcing her arms explosively between the brunette’s so that the grasp quickly fell away.
Justine wasted no more time, firing a flashing elbow right onto the bridge of Harley’s nose which sent her swaying backwards. A forearm to the chest pushed her back a little more and Freeborne made the most of the space, dropping into a quick crouch and then firing off the matt into a beautiful Leaping Superkick!
The meaty THWAPP of Aussie boot smashing into the Tennessee Terror’s face was audible throughout the arena, and it was followed by a mix of ‘ooohs’ from the crowd indicating both awe at the manoeuvre and sympathy for it’s recipient. Harley tumbled like a felled tree, hitting the matt hard and staying there stunned as Justine stood over her.
“That’s how this is gonna end, ‘darlin’” the Awesome Aussie spat, “my boot in your face.” To emphasize the point the stomped over to the stunned brunette’s head and flicked out her foot so the toe impacted with Harley’s cheek. Pleased with the moaning sound she received as a result of this, Justine decided she wanted to keep things in this position for a little longer and dashed off towards the ropes.
Returning at speed, Freeborne threw herself into the air and brought both her legs out in front of her, dropping backwards as she crashed down. The Running Senton impacted into Harley’s body like a cannonball, squashing into her ribcage and damn near squeezing out the contents of her stomach. Justine wasn’t done yet though, siting back up and scrambling over into a high mount position on the Volunteer’s heaving chest. Tucking those captive hands under her shins, Justine reared up and glared down at her trapped opponent.
The position was perfect for Justine to pull one hand back and bring it down in a big swinging SLAP which caught Harley square on her cheek and spun the brunette’s head. She turned it back again instantly, eyes cleared of any lingering fog from that superkick and staring a hole right through the Aussie. Freeborne didn’t like that much, swinging her other arm down to staple a second stinging SLAP onto the brunettes other cheek.
Justine knew very well that what she was doing was more of a humiliation to a proud fighter than anything damaging enough to win her the match, but right now it just felt so damn good to be smacking the smirk off that face. The ‘oh no she didn’t’ oohs coming from the FAWNatics suggested that they could tell this was disrespect too, and Harley was clearly getting more furious with each slap, but right this second there wasn’t much she could do except endure it.
That all changed after the fifth slap. Just as Justine’s paddle-palm came back up ready to deliver number six, Harley bucked her hips and stomach up and forward, pushing her out a little from underneath her blonde tormentress. She didn’t get much distance but it was enough to give some movement to one of those trapped arms. This was quickly whipped up to guard her face, while the rest of her body jerked as unpredictably as a steer as she tried to buck off the mounted Aussie.
As soon as her ride became turbulent Justine abandoned her slapping game and opted for something which could do far more damage. With Harley preoccupied by guarding her face, Justine grabbed that free arm with both and got quickly to her feet, using the captive limb as a rough handle to yank the brunette back up.
The instant she regained her footing Harley fired out an elbow, which would have thumped right into Australian ear if the blonde hadn’t been expecting it and spun away. She quickly jerked behind the disoriented Tenessee Terror, still hanging onto that limb so that it crossed over her neck. Then, with the position secured Justine carried on spinning and jumped out, falling to her back and taking Collins down with her into a nasty landing on her neck.
CUTTHROAT NECKBREAKER
https://www. youtube.com/watch?v=9v- 3iCb4DYI
Harley’s head and neck hit the matt at a vicious angle and she quickly brought both hands up to cradle the aches. Unfortunately this left her with no free hands as Justine took two unopposed handfuls of chestnut locks and hauled up again, giving Collins a choice between following her or wearing a wig for the next year. As soon as she’d got the Tennesse girl back upright Justine stuck a boot in her gut, waited as she bent forward, then hooked around her neck and spun away again, this time applying a Spinning Neckbreaker which again yanked Harley’s neck into a jarring impact with the canvas.
Unable to think of anything except groaning and massaging her aching neck, Harley once pain felt those strong hands on her body, this time one on her shoulder and one with a handful of togs. The Powerhouse of Paraburdoo employed all her strength to lift Harley once again back to vertical, this time getting a nasty wedgie into the bargain.
Harley’s eyes went wide as her treacherous bottoms dug in to her centre. She let out a hiss which was part fury and part surprise; Freeborne was usually one of those ‘hard but fair’ types but the shabby treatment in the last few minutes suggested otherwise. The woman herself didn’t seem in the slightest bit bothered though, Justine ducking forwards and wrapping her arms around Harley’s waist.
Lifting up, Justine held the Tennessee girl’s body over her shoulder and broke one half of her grip to hook backwards aroud her neck. Letting the burden slide just a little for optimum impact the Awesome Aussie took one second to turn and blow a kiss at that hooded ‘stranger’ in the front row then went up on her tiptoes and dropped down. Harley’s head and neck impacted viciously into Freeborne’s tanned thigh, leaving the Vicious Volunteer as little more than a quivering wreck on the matt.
A.R.C. NECKBREAKER
The crowd roared approval and Justine very much wanted to show her gratitude, but there was business to tend to first, so she rolled into a snug back press, hooked the far leg and drew it close while the ref counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Collins wrenched loose and shoved the blonde away with half a second to spare. Freeborne scowled, glanced at the ref who offered two fingers in return. Not willing to argue the point when she was on such a roll, the Destroyer class Aussie grabbed Harley Jo by the straps of her top and dragged the Coutrycidal Maniac to boot leather just long enough to stuff a Kneelift into her belly! Already woozy from the Neckbreaker extravaganza, HJC doubled over and almost went to one knee when Freeborne reared back and brought a huge overhand Forearm Smash down on the base of her neck! ‘Almost’ being the operative, and this case, unfortunate word, as Harley’s resilience gave Justine the perfect excuse to step back and THWHACK the toe of one boot squarely into the American’s forehead! Harley Jo reared back on her heels, both arms windmilling awkwardly as she tried to stay on her feet.
Freeborne once again took advantage, stepping into the breach and angling her right arm across the brunette’s chest to plant that hand between her shoulders. Her other hand reached around to Collins’s waistband, grabbed hold and yaaaaaaaaaaanked up in another butt baring wedgie. “Yeah, that’s what you get, princess.” Justine chided as she jostled the material back n’ forth. “Think about this the next time you interfere in one of my matches.”
Far more angry than she was embarrassed (though there was absolutely no way to endure a wedgie with any semblance of dignity) Harley braced her right arm against the side of the Aussie’s head in anticipation of clouting her with a big elbow. “Wasn’t even thinkin’ about you, darlin’. My attention was on Astrid, just like everyone elseNNNNGHHHH!”
Justine slammed a stiff knee into that exposed midsection, then sank into a deep crouch and hauled her burden up so that Harley Jo’s legs swung out behind her at a wide, unpleasant angle. At that point there was nowhere to go but down and nothing for Collins to do but brace for impact, not that it made much difference when the Powerhouse of Paraburdoo laid out on her back and THAWHAMMED Harley down on her face, chest and tummy with a huge Flatliner! The leftover momentum (there was still quite a lot, truth be told) bounced the brunette over onto her back and Justine was right there to bundle both legs for the…
LIFTING FLATLINER
www.youtu be.com/watch?v=bT5xuVbGTp4
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Vicious Volunteer cupped her hand across Freeborne’s eyes and gave ‘em a single swift rake to break the pin with half a second to spare! “Oh, you’re gonna pay for that, girlie.” Justine muttered after she’d swiped her vision clear. “And once you’re done I’ll deal with that sociopath in training that’s taken such an interest in us.” she looked out to the crowd and sure enough there was the tall woman in the hoodie, still standing in the same position she’d last occupied. Freeborne blew her a kiss, then twined a hand in HJC’s hair and used it to scrape her off the mat. “Didn’t you do this to me earlier?” the blonde wrapped one hand around the American’s throat and squeezed until Harley started to cough. “Yeah, you did. Here, let me show ya how it’s done.”
Planting her other hand against the inside of her rival’s thigh, Freeborne gathered her strength and earned a roar of approval from the capacity crowd as she hoisted Collins over her head with a gorgeous Military Press! “Not so terrible now, is she?” Justine called to the FAWNatics as she carefully turned to all four sides of the squared circle. Making a point to finish facing their mystery fan, Freeborne busted out one, two, three reps with the suspended Southerner before tossing Harley into a long freefall that PLANTED her facedown on the thinly-sheathed plywood! Breathless in the wake of this domineering show of force, Collins tumbled onto her back and simply sucked wind as Justine strutted over her en route to another trip to the penthouse.
Settled in up top before the struggling brunette could even attempt to get out of the way, Freeborne raised her arms in a wide ‘V’ and fluttered her fingers, urging more noise from the FAWNatics as she prepared to put Harley away. It was against this impressive wall of sound that Justine Freeborne leapt into the heavens, curled into a tight ball and spun through one and a quarter rotations only to stretch out and THAWHAM down flush atop… the brunette’s upraised knees. Taken from 450 to 0 just like that, Justine bounced away from her would be victim and curled into the fetal position with both arms wrapped tight against her roiling midsection.
A short distance away, Harley Jo Collins felt a lot better now that she could hear the Aussie struggling to fill her lungs. Even so, she let the ref reach ‘SEVEN!’ on his count before she rolled onto her belly and pushed to one knee. “C’mon, suck it up, darlin’.” she taunted the retching Aussie. “You’re not gonna let a few butterflies in the stomach keep you down, are ya?” Justine hated the teasing tone of the American’s voice and she hated that her body seemed to respond of its own accord even though she was still huffing and puffing like an old lady. Even so, it didn’t stop her from struggling to her feet a second or two after Collins had done the same. “Bring it in closer, honey.” Harley Jo drawled. “How are you supposed to win a wrestling match from all the way over--”
Freeborne stepped in, spun around and planted on her right heel to bring the left sweeping up n’ around in a beautiful kick aimed at Harley’s temple. Alas, the big brunette dropped to one knee at just the right time, meaning the strike missed and left Justine standing directly in front of her crouched opposition. “Oh shEERRRRGGGHH!” the curse turned to a wail of anguish as the Tennessee Terror planted both palms against the Aussie’s belly and bore down like she meant to claw out through her back!
Shocked and wounded but far from helpless, Freeborne grabbed a huge handful of hair and pulled back on Collins’s hair to better pound away at her exposed forehead. “Let go of me right now you hateful WHOOOAAAHH!” Harley Jo did let Justine go, albeit on her own terms. Rather than a simple release she drew the blonde closer, then shoved hard enough to send her backpedaling into the strands. Ever aware of her surroundings, Justine came off the ropes twice as fast and THWHACK! Harley stepped up and heapin’ helpin’ of sole food compliments of the Big Boot she stapled to opposing chin! Justine went down in a starfished sprawl and Collins collapsed on top, the black-clad battler hooking the far leg for…
BIG BOOT
www.youtube. com/watch?v=9lY7OU2v1zo
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Freeborne got a hand under her foe’s chin and created enough distance to turn onto her side ahead of the fateful ‘THREE!’
Undaunted, Harley raaaaaaaaked her claws down the Aussie’s back, snatched a whole lotta hair at the nape of her neck and used it to return Justine to something like verticality. A Kneelift just below the navel forced the blonde to inspect the canvas quite thoroughly and allowed Collins all the time she needed to slip her arms around the penitent woman’s waist. Hands locked, she bent her knees and hoisted Justine up onto the point of her shoulder for-- “UUUUNNNNNGGGGHHH!” HJC swung her right back down, dropped to one knee and THWHUMPED Freeborne’s midsection atop her posted thigh! Justine thrashed like a fish out of water, but Collins’s hands remained stubbornly locked as she clambered to her feet and slooooooowly muscled the groaning blonde back onto the ball of her shoulder.
GUTWRENCH GUTBUSTER
http://www. youtube.com/watch?v= 9nC5rQxWGTI
“Don’t ask her just yet.” Harley Jo told the ref as she moved one hand over her victim’s chin. “I want to let her wriggle around some first.”
“Grrrhhhh…. screw you, bytch!” Justine muttered as she soaked up the hellacious Backbreaker. “I’m not gonna OOOOOOHHHHH SHHHHHHIIIIIIT!”
CANADIAN BACKBREAKER
http://www. youtube.com/watch?v= HXhgq6AV7VA
The Vicious Volunteer still had a hand free and she put it to good use braced against the Australian Angel’s tummy for yet another creative application of that debilitating Belly Claw!
Feeling extremely pleased with the situation, Harley turned so that she could directly face that hooded ‘fan’ in the front row whilst she squeezed and clawed a submission out of Justine. Being able to feel the fight drain from the ailing Aussie whilst watching that skinny geek in the crowd getting more and more frustrated was immensely satisfying. And that feeling of enjoyment might be why it took her longer than usual to react to the ‘THWUMP’ noise behind her, at least until she heard the subsequent telltale groan of a referee who’d just been forcibly removed from the ring.
She spun quickly with her mewling burden still on her shoulders. Those brown eyes had just a second to widen before a figure charged in and delivered an absolutely brutal Flying Knee into her temple. The Countrycidal Maniac went down in a heap, allowing Justine to slip out of her grasp and flop wetly onto the matt. Freeborne could do little more than curl into a foetal ball next to the downed brunette as she tried to quell the roaring fire in her back and tummy.
There could be no doubt that this new arrival was Astrid White, even wearing white crop top, black leggings and sneakers instead of her more recognisable ring togs. Her eyes were focused solely on Harley, quickly powering one stiff kick and then another into the American’s side to roll her under the bottom rope.
ASTRID WHITE
Slipping through the strands and out, the new arrival pulled Harley down to the floor and flicked another swift kick into the side of her jaw. This elicited a groan from the hurting Volunteer, but Astrid decided she wanted more. To get this she took one handful of brunette locks, wrapped her other hand around the back of the nearby ringpost, and brought the two together so that Collins’ forehead CLUNKED sickeningly into the steel.
Harley slumped to the floor. By this point the noise from the crowd was a mix of outrage at the rookie’s interference and raw excitement at what was transpiring in front of them. But there was still a fair amount of confusion going on at ringside; If Astrid was there, who was that mysterious lady in the front row?
The Stranger answered this question in short order, striding over to flick the hood back and offering a 100$ bill she had removed from her pocket. The woman beneath the hood bore no real resemblance to Astrid, although she was about the same height and build, and she accepted her payment without a word. White pulled the hood back up again, gave her imposter a nod, and spun away to refocus on the hurting Harley-Jo Collins.
Despite all the blows to the head over the last minute or so, HJC had still managed to get her feet beneath her and was making her way up to an extremely wobbly crouch by the time the Stranger closed in. She raised one warding arm and croaked “b…big mistake darlUGHH”, her voice cut off by a sneaker burying into her ribs.
Working quickly and silently, Astrid bent forwards and lifted the gasping brunette onto her shoulders. She shifted one hand to control Harley’s legs, bending her own knees in readiness. Then she lifted up as high as she could and dropped her butt to the floor, rotating her burden at the same time so that Harley fell the full six feet and landed square on the back of her head.
FEAR ITSELF
www.youtube.com/watch? v=LEvjRW8KyZw
Harley slumped on the barrier, eyes closed, gulping shallow breaths and weakly cradling her head. Astrid didn’t allow her to rest there though, hauling the Queen of Razorback Holler up under the bottom rope and glancing into the ring where a certain Awesome Aussie seemed to be reviving from her torture. Allowing herself a small satisfied smile, White turned to shovel the recovering referee back into the ring and then took a crosslegged seat on the floor to see how this final act was going to play out.
And it seemed like her script alteration had worked perfectly. As Justine gingerly rolled up to her knees she knew very little except that the woman who had been trying to dig a hole in her tummy and break her back was now curled up in a ball of pain a few feet away and ripe for finishing. Cursing under her breath, the Aussie was searching for that hooded ‘fan’ even as she scrambled to her feet.
But the imposter was still in the front row, causing Justine to stop for a second in confusion. Deciding that it was best to figure this problem outafter she had got the ‘w’ inked into her record book, the Powerhouse of Paraburdoo grabbed two handfuls of Harley’s hair and focused on hauling her glassy-eyed prey upwards and into a front facelock.
The FAWN crowd might have been divided over Astrid White’s interference in what had been a great matchup, but they were pretty much unanimous in their love of the Awesome Aussie. As such their volume hit it’s loudest point so far as Freeborne braced her feet and hauled her insensate burden up into Vertical Suplex position.
Holding for a few seconds to acknowledge the deafening shouts from her public, Justine shifted her grip to tuck the brunette up next to her chest and then drove down again, spreading her legs so that Harley’s head smashed into the canvas between them!
FLICK OF THE SWITCH
www.youtube.com/watch? v=pxmSy94jXV4
After receiving her second finisher in less than a minute, Harley just lay in an unresponsive pile on the mat. Justine slid her legs over those oblivious shoulders, sat forward a little and placed both hands wearily on Tennessee chest as the discombobulated referee crawled over and gingerly slapped his hand down
ONCE
TWICE
And THREE TIMES!
He called for the bell and then slumped over, still holding one hand to his head. Justine let out a whoop and waved an exhausted but triumphant fist in the air, the other hand dropping down to cradle the angry red welt on her aching stomach.
The roar of approval from the crowd was almost painful in her ears, but her brain was still working overtime to catch up with exactly what happened. All of a sudden there was a change in the pitch of the crowd noise, giving Justine enough warning to spin around to her knees and snarl “you sneaky bitcUGGGGGHHHH!”
White had popped back into the ring as soon as the match concluded and now leaped up, one leg raised and arcing down in a vicious Leaping Axe Kick which connected with the blonde’s scalp and drove her down to the mat. The triumphant Stranger crawled into mount position over her.
“Stop complaining. You might not have known which direction I was coming from, but you both knew I would come.” Astrid stuffed a short elbow smash into Freeborne’s mouth, mainly just to keep her quiet, then reached down with one hand and grasped her own ankle. Tugging her leg upwards and crunching up her body, the Arctic Assassin threaded her shin into the hollow of Justine’s throat and wrapped both hands around the back of her head, rolling onto her back and squeezing down to cinch in her other finisher.
WHITEOUT
www.youtube.com/watch? v=T33_enebo3Y
“You should be thanking me, Ms Freeborne. I just gifted you the biggest victory of your FAWN career.” Justine’s hands clawed feebly at the pale leg encroaching on her windpipe, but the beating she had already taken meant she had very little left to fight a devastating chokehold from a completely fresh opponent. Astrid smiled and continued. “You may celebrate in time. But for now I am showing more respect than you showed me in either of our last encounters, and you will be thankful!”
Justine didn’t look particularly thankful. In fact pretty quickly she just looked asleep, the choke doing its work fast as the blonde’s abused body unwound into a dreamy sprawl. After a few seconds White released her head, leaving the semiconscious Aussie in a damp pile where she would stay for some time.
Another item ticked off her checklist, the Stranger turned to the wreckage of Harley-Jo Collins with her normally impassive face twisted in a grin which looked more like hunger than pleasure. She advanced with a few quick strides and knelt down by the American’s gulping tummy.
“Did you like my little trick, Ms Collins? It was so easy to fool you both. You have made a living from being more intelligent than you look, and yet you still underestimated me. But then you behave more like a beast of the field than a person, so maybe I shouldn’t be so disappointed.”
The Tennessee Terror gave no response beyond a gurgle, but the crowd noise became a little more approving when the Astrid faced the brunette’s feet and slid one knee over her opponent for a high reverse mount. “What I am about to do is dirty, Ms Collins, and I very rarely compromise my morals,” She paused, the crowd filling the gap with building excitement. “But when taming a wild beast one must occasionally get down in the dirt.”
With that The Stranger sat back and covered Harley’s already snoozing features with lycra-clad derriere! Although she had planned this little détente for some time this was Astrid’s first ever ‘live’ application of the reverse facesit, and she was noticeably more wobbly and uncertain than the many FAWN wrestlers who had mastered that particular manoeuvre, tucking her heels behind Collins’ shoulders and placing a steadying hand on her tummy to stay in place.
The fans cheered despite the amateurish application, as they always did when any of FAWN’s finest showed off this most effective and humiliating smother. On the wrong end, Harley was much more disapproving; despite the multiple head traumas, despite having so little consciousness left, she still bucked wildly enough that White was very nearly dislodged. But it seemed that despite her uncertainty Astrid had managed to create an effective seal on the smother, riding out those desperate throes and watching closely as Harley’s breathing went from ragged to gulping to shallow while her body stilled.
Quite a few of those in the crowd began to speculate about whether the Stranger might begin the grind which so often followed the application of glutes to face in FAWN. But that seemed unlikely, and any plans she might have had were interrupted by the clump of referees and medics who emerged from the entranceway and started towards the ring, Nick Castle at their head. Astrid didn’t seem upset at all by this interruption, standing up and backing away without fuss as the officials checked on the pair of world-class wrestlers she had decimated over the last few minutes.
As some semblance of order was being restored in the ring Astrid allowed herself to be ushered away, ducking through the ropes and dropping to the floor with a crisp ‘thwump’. She took a few backwards steps up the walkway, taking in the results of her planning and settling her eyes on Justine Freeborne’s flushed and angry face as the Aussie was helped to reclaim her senses. A few feet away, Harley's eyes were just beginning to flutter as the medics worked their magic.
White took one last look and then sought out the nearest camera, raising one hand to her eye and tilting her head to flash her lopsided ‘A’ sigil. She held the pose for a few heartbeats, silent and frozen still with both pupils locked on the lens, then turned and swished through the curtain.
AC/DC – THUNDERSTRUCK
https://www. youtube.com/watch?v= v2AC41dglnM
JUSTINE FREEBORNE
Justine stepped through the curtain just as Brian Johnson’s first shout of ‘Thunder’ was being echoed loudly by the crowd. A huge smile was plastered across her face, and she was quickly waving and blowing kisses to the adoring fans around her. She took a second to secure her long golden hair in a ponytail, then set off at a run, zigzagging across the aisle to slap as many hands and take as many selfies as she could.
For tonight’s grudge match Justine had chosen a sky blue version of her usual halter bikini top and boy-cut trunks. Her white pads and boots gave an extremely pleasant contrast against the honey-tanned glow of her skin, while the chunky white belt angled jauntily across her hips drew attention to the sharp relief of her abs and stomach. With the crowd still bathing her in adulation Justine made her way to the apron
And froze. Turning her head slightly, she walked around one side of the ring, slapping hands absent-mindedly as she went, and came to a stop about half way. In front of her was one fan who definitely wasn’t as appreciative as the rest of the crowd, neither clapping or echoing the noise. The ‘fan’ Justine had spotted was very tall and had a female silhouette, but the hood of her thick black top was pulled up so as to hide her face. Taking all these things in, a small smile crossed the Aussie’s lips.
“G’day, Astrid!”
Justine’s tone was cheery, making it sound as if she talking to an old acquaintance rather than someone she had smothered to unconsciousness with her arse just two months ago. “It’s lovely to see ya out here, but be a sport and try not to get too over excited while I wreck the chick that wrecked you. ‘Kay?”
Flashing the hooded ‘stranger’ a trademark cheeky grin, Justine turned as if she didn’t have a care in the world and hopped up onto the apron. She popped a brawny double bicep flex, eyes staring down at the hooded fan as she did so, then slipped through the ropes and padded over to her corner, offering her boots to be checked by tonight’s referee Merle.
b]SHINE DOWN:[/b]
www.youtube.com/watch?v =mOx3Nh_KhE8
As Justine ran through a few last minute stretches in her corner, the house lights flickered in time with the grumble of heavy machinery set to work on some onerous task. This commotion was quickly joined by a more musical accompaniment, a mournful harmonica that served as herald for the most fearsome set of claws on this continent or any other. “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 Coutrycidal Maniac, the Queen of Razorback Holler, this is HARLEY JO COLLINS!”
HARLEY JO COLLINS:
With Godsmack running full bore, the Tennessee Terror brushed through the curtain and gave the crowd a once over before turning her attention to Justine. Lips curling ever so slightly, she tipped a languid salute to the Aussie and started down the aisle. Tonight, as on most nights, Collins wore a pair of shapeless denim overalls that were only tolerated because everyone knew what lurked beneath. Never breaking her stride, Harley reached into the back pocket of her denim, removed a bottle of Mad Dog 20/20 and treated herself to a healthy glug. Ignoring those fans that dared ask for a sip of their own, she tucked it away right about the time she reached the foot of the steps.
Already loud, the sold out crowd raised their efforts by several decibels when the lanky brunette put a hand to one shoulder and undid the clasps on the overalls, leaving them in a puddle at her feet. Blessedly free of this ceremonial armor, she wore a black fightin’ rumble-kini, white pads and ‘Stars and Bars’ patterned boots. Once clear of her doffed attire, she slid under the bottom rope and pushed to her feet and strode to the middle of the ring. Arms spread wide, Collins turned in a wide circle that ended in a flat-out stare down with Justine. Freeborne didn’t much care for the nonverbal challenge and she started forward only to have Merle usher her back to the corner. Shaking her head in disappointment, Harley Jo claimed the opposite set of buckles as her own and offered the official a laconic smirk along with her pads and boots when it was time for final inspection.
As soon as the bell rang Justine Freeborn gave one quick glance to make sure that hooded freak in the front row wasn’t about to try anything and strode out, claiming the center of the ring with a smile on her lips and challenge in her eyes. “Come on out now Harley!” her Antipodean accent twanged over the crowd noise, “last match of mine, you came down and eyeballed me from a distance. Don’t ya wanna get a closer look?”
The woman in question hadn’t moved a muscle, lounging like a panther on the buckles. Instead of responding directly, Harley-Jo turned herself to that silent figure in the crowd and gave a wink and conspiratorial jerk of the head as if to say ‘get a load of this chick’. Then she finally pushed herself out of the corner and closed to just outside grabbin’ range, noting the pale hairs raising on the taller girl’s arms with amusement.
“Makes sense that Australian thinkin’ is upside down. Way I see it, me and the scarecrow over there were just finishin’ up some advanced education when you decided to get in my way. But don’t worry yourself about it darlin’, ‘cos I got plenty more lessons and I’m sure gonna enjoy teachin’ you what happens when people interfere in my business.”
“Bullshit, Collins.” Freeborne took a step forward and raised one hand, a clear invitation for a test of strength. “You screwed me out of a win an’ ya know it. I gotta say that flickin’ yer switch back at Thrills Chills and Spills got rid of a bit’a that frustration, but doin it again tonight’s gonna work out all those kinks for good. Now raise your damn hand and let’s see what you’re bringin’.”
Harley’s hand did come out, but not to meet Justine’s. Instead she reached forward and lightly traced a circle in the taut flesh around the Aussie’s belly button with her fingernails. The none-too-subtle reminder of that famous claw elicited a slight shiver from the blonde, but she held her ground and actually pressed forward slightly. “Feels nice, doesn’t it girl?” Harley murmured, licking her lips, “hope you did your crunches or OOooooohhhh.”
The sinister sentence died in her mouth when Justine stepped back a fraction and brought her raised hand down in a stinging chop across the Tenessee Terror’s chest. The force behind the blow was enough to rock even someone as tough as Collins, but she seemed more pleased than hurt. Taking just a fraction of a second to steady herself, Harley swivelled her body into a retaliatory forearm smash which THUMPED into Freeborn’s breast bone.
Justine swayed back in turn, then forwards again to deliver chop number two, sending Tenessee tits bouncing before another forearm came back in return. The next forty seconds were a blur of blows, two destroyer-class powerhouses just unleashing into each other without the need for words as the crowd bayed its approval.
No clear winner had emerged when Harley, half-stepping back after a particularly spicy Aussie chop, used the space to build a little momentum and spun off her feet into a forearm which carried even more brutal force than her previous attempts. Freeborn staggered from the blow, cursing under her breath as she took several steps backwards before being able to reset. Harley allowed herself a small smile at winning this little duel, but it was wiped off her face when the Awesome Aussie showed the athleticism that earned her that nickname, setting her feet for a vertical leap which became a gorgeous standing dropkick.
The sheer athleticism caught Harley unprepared, meaning that she took both Aussie boots square in her chest. She reeled backwards, feet scrambling to get back underneath her until the ropes gave their assist. The spring at her back was enough to get the Vicious Volunteer to upright and push her a few steps back out into the ring, but she had no chance to respond before Freeborne ran in an arc around her and leaped at full tilt to bring one foot CRASHING into Tennessee chin.
SINGLE LEG DROPKICK
www.youtube.com/ watch?v=zJKWmC8Clfc
Despite the facefull of boot Harley managed to stay vertical, although her arms wheeled backwards like crazy and it was clear that her processing was temporarily going a lot slower than usual. Justine was quick to take advantage of this, popping back to her feet ad flicking out a toe kick which doubled the brunette forward. This put her head at perfect height for a front facelock, which the powerhouse blonde duly hooked before bracing her knees and lifting up, up and backwards in a lightning-fast Snap Suplex.
The pain of her back crashing into the barely-covered plywood was enough to dispel any cobwebs remaining in Harley’s head after that kneetrembler. She sat up and allowed herself a little hiss of pain, but her veteran ring awareness told her that she had to keep moving if she wanted to avoid any further punishment. As such Collins tumbled quickly to one side, ending up on all fours in the nick of time as Justine’s attempted soccer kick whiffed harmlessly through the space which had been so recently occupied by her spine. The blonde whipped around sharply at the exact moment Harley regained her feet to end up face-to-face with a few feet of separation.
After a frantic few minutes Harley seemed ready to slow things down, as indicated by her carefully circling to one side rather than heading straight back into the fray as she had done previously. Justine picked up on that immediately. “What’s the matter cobber?” the Aussie asked brightly, “you can’t be gettin’ scared already, I’ve not shown you anythin’ yet!” To illustrate the point she stormed forward again, reaching out to grasp at the brunette’s neck and instead receiving a kneelift to the tummy which doubled her over.
“Bless your heart darlin’, I ain’t scared of a common little thing like you.” Slipping around behind her opponent, Harley looped both arms around the blonde’s taut waist and pressed in tight. The position would have been a classic reverse bearhug, but Collins wasn’t quite giving it her full power, perhaps because she hadn’t locked her hands in the traditional manner. Instead one hand was turned sideways so that the nails dug just a little into tanned flesh.
The unpleasant sensation was enough to send Justine scrabbling at those locked arms, reaching down and trying to work her hands into the loop. The position was made even more uncomfortable by the feeling of Harley’s hot breath right by her ear. “See sugah, that’s what fear feels like,” the Tennessee Terror purred, “and if you want to know what I’m bringin, try this.” Freeborn’s struggling became even more pronounced as she processed the threat, but it wasn’t quite quick enough as Harley kept her odd grip in place and hauled up into a Release German Suplex given an even nastier twist by the belly claw.
Justine certainly didn’t appreciate the feeling of those nails in her stomach as she was lifted up, but she stayed loose, tucking up and rolling through the fall to end up on her haunches, albeit with a throb of pain in her back from the impact. Harley was on her feet quickly but clearly hadn’t accounted for the rapid athletic recovery by the Australian bombshell, who pushed out of her crouch and was charging at her in a dead sprint.
With a grunt of surprise Harley braced as best she could and swung out an arm in a rushed clothesline attempt which Justine ducked without even the tiniest break of stride. Taking to the air the instant she had straightened up, the big blonde landed with both feet firmly on the middle rope and used it to fire herself back again. Before Collins could mount a second countermeasure Justine spun gracefully in the air, hooked one arm around the brunette’s neck, and threw the rest of her body forward to come crashing down into a Springboard Bulldog which was as beautiful as it was brutal.
SPRINGBOARD BULLDOG
https://www. youtube.com/watch?v= IqWPGaB2ax0
Collins crashed into the matt face first and stayed there, suddenly stunned as Justine shovelled her onto her back and hooked one leg up tight for a count of…
ONE…
TWO…
Harley shoved the Aussie clear simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ a strong reminder that no matter how explosive the start, no one in FAWN just ran through the Vicious Volunteer. This wasn’t a revelation or even news to Freeborne, in fact she would’ve been sorely disappointed with anything short of a war of attrition. That’s why she didn’t even look at the referee before twining her fingers in the American’s hair.
A single hard tug got Collins back to vertical, and though Justine would’ve enjoyed a few more seconds of tress torture, she settled for a quick Headbutt between Harley Jo’s eyes. Collins’s knees shivered but didn’t go out, meaning the blonde didn’t have to waste time peeling her off the mat again. Instead she hooked one arm over Harley‘s shouler, slipped the other between opposing thighs and muscled her up into place across her chest. Collins didn’t much like the current arrangement and she made her displeasure known by gouging an elbow into the other wrestler’s ribs no less than half a dozen times in perhaps five seconds. “Oh, don’t like that, do ya?” Justine growled in between small, angry grunts. “Bet ya like this even less, girlie!”
Already where she needed to be, Freeborne rose up on tiptoes and abruptly dropped to one knee, all the better to drive Harley Jo’s exposed ribs onto the broad plank of her thigh. The Ribbreaker sent a strong shudder through the trapped powerhouse, but if didn’t free her from blonde clutches, indeed Justine fought back to her feet, went up on tiptoe a second time and dropped down and forward to THWHUMP her burden into the thinly-sheathed plywood! Eager to see their heroine notch a big win, Freeborne’s fans urged her to cover and were mildly surprised when sprang to her feet without even considering the possibility.
Any disappointment they might’ve felt over the choice evaporated when Justine skipped over the prone battler en route to the nearest corner, where she grabbed the top rope in both hands and vaulted into an easy perch in the high rent district. Forgoing a chance to salute the faithful in exchange for dishing out more punishment, Freeborne sprang out into the void, damned near disappeared into the lights and reappeared just as she came out of the flying toe-touch that was the hallmark of any credible Frog Splash.
FROG SPLASH
www.youtube. com/watch?v=6enlhau6NWs
THAWHAM! The Astounding Aussie landed with all hundred and forty plus pounds crashing down atop Collins’s chest, then bounced back onto her haunches to cross both arms over her thrumming midsection. But the nausea passed quickly, leaving the grinning blonde feeling better than ever as she stretched out on Harley’s heaving chest and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Collins still had a half second to spare when she kicked loose, even so, this escape wasn’t nearly as emphatic as the one just prior. Justine’s beaming smile told the crowd she’d noticed too. It also told them she wasn’t about to let up on the pressure now that she had the brunette reeling. “C’mon tuff girl, we’re not done yet.” Freeborne promised as she hauled a coughing Collins back to boot leather.
Harley Jo certainly wasn’t done, though the rough hand shoved in the Aussie’s face made it quite clear she wasn’t interested in pressing the match right that minute. Of course a woman who’d just soaked up a Frog Splash didn’t get to make those sort of demands, as Freeborne kindly pointed out when she tagged the taller woman’s jaw with a quick European Uppercut! Snatching one wrist as the Yank’s hands flew up to check her face, Justine stepped back and jerked her adversary forward, not an Irish Whip but a simple Bear Hug that forced a sharp gasp from Harley’s lungs. Very much enjoying the grimace on Collins’s face, Freeborne bore down a little harder and murmured, “How do you like MY squeeze, babNNNGGHHH!”
The Tennessee Terror returned Justine’s Headbutt with interest, catching the startled blonde flush on the bridge of the nose! The explosion of light behind her eyes forced Freeborne to release the Hug, however she maintained enough presence of mind to punish the American’s abs with a quick Kneelift just below the navel. Harley Jo coughed and doubled over, practically an open invitation for a Front Facelock. Freeborne wasted little time in accepting, then tossed Collins’s near arm across her shoulders and snagged a handful of waistband. Hooks sunk deep, Justine planted her feet and popped her hips--
HJC threaded a leg around her attacker’s, effectively freezing the Suplex (or whatever it was) in its tracks. The Powerhouse of Paraburdoo grimaced, pounded her knuckles into Harley’s side a few times, re-secured her trunks grip. She put a little more snap on her lift the second time around and was even more irritated when the southerner blocked it again. “Don’t fight it, girl.” Freeborne grumbled after yet another quick series of punches. “You’re not strong enough to hold WHOOAAAANNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Problem with setting someone in place for a Suplex was that you were setting yourself up as well and if they beat you to the draw… well, that’s what happened to Justine when Collins dropped her hips and took the startled blonde off her feet with a lightning quick Snap Suplex! Maintaining her grip after depositing Freeborne on the canvas, Collins pulled her knees in, twisted her hips and rolled the both of them onto their stomachs, all the better for the brunette to bring them back to verticality. The next lift was just as strong albeit not as explosive, Harley Jo showing off her own impressive strength as she muscled Justine directly overhead and promptly toppled backward to THWHAM the whole of her spine into the canvas!
Two Suplexes later and the Vicious Volunteer was still latched on tight, as both the crowd and the blonde discovered once she twisted over and forced her foe to stand right alongside. Bit of a pause here as Collins helped herself to even more of the other woman’s togs out ahead of hoisting her all the way to high noon. Moving one hand from waistband to tummy (doing so kept Justine from shaking loose and provided a decent defense against possible knees to top of her head. That was all secondary however, at least to Harley’s way of thinking. No for her the most important aspect of this position was how it let her show off that ungodly core strength even as she turned and carefully tromped to the ropes directly facing the skinny geek in the hoodie.
The FAWNatics murmured nervously, understandably concerned that the Witch of Razorback Holler might just dump her prey all the way to the floor. Collins could’ve done that very thing, but she was in a teachin’ mood as of late and she’d long since decided that lessons were best learned in a wrestling ring, as hospital beds offered far too many distractions these days. It was with that thought in mind that she took another step forward and simply dropped her rival into a TWANGING gut-first collision with the top rope! Justine folded in half, bounced hard and may very well have bounced from the strands if Collins hadn’t snatched a double handful of golden hair.
“Likin’ this fight just fine so far, Ms. Justine.” Harley Jo cooed as she tugged the Aussie’s noggin’ back n’ forth. “But if we’re bein’ honest, I’m about to enjoy it a whole lot more.”
With that she reared back and swept in, Collins’s right knee flying up to THWHONK her opponent’s forehead. Justine reared back, slid off the ropes and saved herself an ugly fall to the floor with a desperate white-knuckle grip on the middle strand. “No need to worry darlin, I won’t let you fall.” The Vicious Volunteer was all strychnine and honey as she palmed Justine’s noggin and hauled her upright.
Turning the breathless Australian to face to the crowd, Collins draped her arms over the top rope, then hooked her own right arm around Justine’s neck and wrenched backward, thus bending it over the rubber-coated steel with a nasty Dragon Sleeper! That wasn’t the worst part however. The worst came when Harley splayed her left hand into a paddle and laid it flat on her opponent’s belly.
Finally deigning to meet the gaze of the ‘fan’ in the hoodie, Collins murmured, “Take notes now, darlin’.” She dug in and pushed down while also cranking back on the Dragon Sleeper, HJC out to inflict as much torment as possible before the official made her break the holds.
Justine let out a wail the second she felt that hateful claw digging into her stomach, but the noise was cut off in her throat by the constricting arm of the Tennessee Terror. Caught between an intense desire to remove that invading hand and an urgent need to loosen the squeeze on her windpipe, the Aussie tried to do both at once and ended up doing neither, her futile attempts to dislodge Harley’s grip having no effect beyond causing her smile to widen a little more.
Luckily for Freeborne’s fans the referee had no such barrier to using his voice. “Get her out of the ropes NOW Collins!” he shouted. Harley took this as her cue to work even harder, her hungry claw digging deep into Australian meat while she simultaneously leaned back into the Dragon Sleeper to increase the awkward angle of the thrashing blonde’s neck. As the referee shouted “THREE” into her ear Harley poured on everything she had for one more second and then let go with a flourish, raising both her hands and flashing a wink at the hooded fan in the front row.
In front of her, Justine couldn’t do much more than hang in the ropes, drawing in several huge, racking breaths as her hands fluttered over the nasty red welt on her tummy. Casting a warning eye at Harley the referee stepped inbetween the two women, placing a hand on Justine’s back as he used the other to guide her out from her trap in the ropes. The blonde was still coughing a little, but when he asked if she would be able to continue she flashed a withering glare and growled “only if you get outta my way.”
Straightening up to her full height again as the ref hastily backpedalled away, the Astounding Aussie fixed the shorter woman with a glare and stepped towards her. “I ain’t gonna pretend that didn’t hurt, redneck, but you’re gonna need a damn lot more than scratching and cheating if you think you’re takin’ me dHUuuurgH!”
Thrilled to have such an easy target, Harley leaped off both feet and drove them both into the Aussie’s hurting tummy with a lovely high angle Standing Dropkick. Justine’s torso rocked involuntarily forwards at the same time as the force sent her legs scrambling back, leaving her in perfect position for a Front Facelock which the brunette duly secured.
Very conscious that this was the exact situation she had used to reverse the momentum a few minutes ago, Collins didn’t allow even a fraction of a second’s pause for the blonde to counter. Setting her feet and locking her hips in one smooth motion she lifted upwards, the muscles in her back rippling as her wriggling burden moved up to the two o’clock position. The crowd knew that traditionally this was where a wrestler might try to delay for a vertical suplex, and started to count accordingly, but the numbers died in their throats as Harley simply let go and dropped to one knee, allowing gravity to pull the horrified blonde down stomach-first onto the posted joint.
SUPLEX LIFT GUTBUSTER
https://www. youtube.com/watch?v=mELz9- K3Lkg
The crushing impact into her tummy caused a nasty retching sob to escape from Justine’s lips but she was otherwise silent, rolling off onto her back and kicking her feet on the matt in mindless hurt. Collins dusted herself off theatrically as she stood up and addressed the fallen powerhouse.
“I know you’re a strong one, darlin’, fact I’m right pleased about that. Gives me a chance to bring out all those little tricks I got up my sleeve. So keep on fightin’ girl, but just keep in mind that this is only gonna end in one way.”
Messsage delivered, Harley reached down and wrapped both hands around Freeborne’s throat, using the goozle to haul her back up to vertical. Or at least that seemed to be the plan up until it was interrupted halfway as the Powerhouse of Paraburdoo shot a short Kneelift into her tummy. The blow was enough to weaken Collins’ chokehold and Justine took full advantage , forcing her arms explosively between the brunette’s so that the grasp quickly fell away.
Justine wasted no more time, firing a flashing elbow right onto the bridge of Harley’s nose which sent her swaying backwards. A forearm to the chest pushed her back a little more and Freeborne made the most of the space, dropping into a quick crouch and then firing off the matt into a beautiful Leaping Superkick!
The meaty THWAPP of Aussie boot smashing into the Tennessee Terror’s face was audible throughout the arena, and it was followed by a mix of ‘ooohs’ from the crowd indicating both awe at the manoeuvre and sympathy for it’s recipient. Harley tumbled like a felled tree, hitting the matt hard and staying there stunned as Justine stood over her.
“That’s how this is gonna end, ‘darlin’” the Awesome Aussie spat, “my boot in your face.” To emphasize the point the stomped over to the stunned brunette’s head and flicked out her foot so the toe impacted with Harley’s cheek. Pleased with the moaning sound she received as a result of this, Justine decided she wanted to keep things in this position for a little longer and dashed off towards the ropes.
Returning at speed, Freeborne threw herself into the air and brought both her legs out in front of her, dropping backwards as she crashed down. The Running Senton impacted into Harley’s body like a cannonball, squashing into her ribcage and damn near squeezing out the contents of her stomach. Justine wasn’t done yet though, siting back up and scrambling over into a high mount position on the Volunteer’s heaving chest. Tucking those captive hands under her shins, Justine reared up and glared down at her trapped opponent.
The position was perfect for Justine to pull one hand back and bring it down in a big swinging SLAP which caught Harley square on her cheek and spun the brunette’s head. She turned it back again instantly, eyes cleared of any lingering fog from that superkick and staring a hole right through the Aussie. Freeborne didn’t like that much, swinging her other arm down to staple a second stinging SLAP onto the brunettes other cheek.
Justine knew very well that what she was doing was more of a humiliation to a proud fighter than anything damaging enough to win her the match, but right now it just felt so damn good to be smacking the smirk off that face. The ‘oh no she didn’t’ oohs coming from the FAWNatics suggested that they could tell this was disrespect too, and Harley was clearly getting more furious with each slap, but right this second there wasn’t much she could do except endure it.
That all changed after the fifth slap. Just as Justine’s paddle-palm came back up ready to deliver number six, Harley bucked her hips and stomach up and forward, pushing her out a little from underneath her blonde tormentress. She didn’t get much distance but it was enough to give some movement to one of those trapped arms. This was quickly whipped up to guard her face, while the rest of her body jerked as unpredictably as a steer as she tried to buck off the mounted Aussie.
As soon as her ride became turbulent Justine abandoned her slapping game and opted for something which could do far more damage. With Harley preoccupied by guarding her face, Justine grabbed that free arm with both and got quickly to her feet, using the captive limb as a rough handle to yank the brunette back up.
The instant she regained her footing Harley fired out an elbow, which would have thumped right into Australian ear if the blonde hadn’t been expecting it and spun away. She quickly jerked behind the disoriented Tenessee Terror, still hanging onto that limb so that it crossed over her neck. Then, with the position secured Justine carried on spinning and jumped out, falling to her back and taking Collins down with her into a nasty landing on her neck.
CUTTHROAT NECKBREAKER
https://www. youtube.com/watch?v=9v- 3iCb4DYI
Harley’s head and neck hit the matt at a vicious angle and she quickly brought both hands up to cradle the aches. Unfortunately this left her with no free hands as Justine took two unopposed handfuls of chestnut locks and hauled up again, giving Collins a choice between following her or wearing a wig for the next year. As soon as she’d got the Tennesse girl back upright Justine stuck a boot in her gut, waited as she bent forward, then hooked around her neck and spun away again, this time applying a Spinning Neckbreaker which again yanked Harley’s neck into a jarring impact with the canvas.
Unable to think of anything except groaning and massaging her aching neck, Harley once pain felt those strong hands on her body, this time one on her shoulder and one with a handful of togs. The Powerhouse of Paraburdoo employed all her strength to lift Harley once again back to vertical, this time getting a nasty wedgie into the bargain.
Harley’s eyes went wide as her treacherous bottoms dug in to her centre. She let out a hiss which was part fury and part surprise; Freeborne was usually one of those ‘hard but fair’ types but the shabby treatment in the last few minutes suggested otherwise. The woman herself didn’t seem in the slightest bit bothered though, Justine ducking forwards and wrapping her arms around Harley’s waist.
Lifting up, Justine held the Tennessee girl’s body over her shoulder and broke one half of her grip to hook backwards aroud her neck. Letting the burden slide just a little for optimum impact the Awesome Aussie took one second to turn and blow a kiss at that hooded ‘stranger’ in the front row then went up on her tiptoes and dropped down. Harley’s head and neck impacted viciously into Freeborne’s tanned thigh, leaving the Vicious Volunteer as little more than a quivering wreck on the matt.
A.R.C. NECKBREAKER
The crowd roared approval and Justine very much wanted to show her gratitude, but there was business to tend to first, so she rolled into a snug back press, hooked the far leg and drew it close while the ref counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Collins wrenched loose and shoved the blonde away with half a second to spare. Freeborne scowled, glanced at the ref who offered two fingers in return. Not willing to argue the point when she was on such a roll, the Destroyer class Aussie grabbed Harley Jo by the straps of her top and dragged the Coutrycidal Maniac to boot leather just long enough to stuff a Kneelift into her belly! Already woozy from the Neckbreaker extravaganza, HJC doubled over and almost went to one knee when Freeborne reared back and brought a huge overhand Forearm Smash down on the base of her neck! ‘Almost’ being the operative, and this case, unfortunate word, as Harley’s resilience gave Justine the perfect excuse to step back and THWHACK the toe of one boot squarely into the American’s forehead! Harley Jo reared back on her heels, both arms windmilling awkwardly as she tried to stay on her feet.
Freeborne once again took advantage, stepping into the breach and angling her right arm across the brunette’s chest to plant that hand between her shoulders. Her other hand reached around to Collins’s waistband, grabbed hold and yaaaaaaaaaaanked up in another butt baring wedgie. “Yeah, that’s what you get, princess.” Justine chided as she jostled the material back n’ forth. “Think about this the next time you interfere in one of my matches.”
Far more angry than she was embarrassed (though there was absolutely no way to endure a wedgie with any semblance of dignity) Harley braced her right arm against the side of the Aussie’s head in anticipation of clouting her with a big elbow. “Wasn’t even thinkin’ about you, darlin’. My attention was on Astrid, just like everyone elseNNNNGHHHH!”
Justine slammed a stiff knee into that exposed midsection, then sank into a deep crouch and hauled her burden up so that Harley Jo’s legs swung out behind her at a wide, unpleasant angle. At that point there was nowhere to go but down and nothing for Collins to do but brace for impact, not that it made much difference when the Powerhouse of Paraburdoo laid out on her back and THAWHAMMED Harley down on her face, chest and tummy with a huge Flatliner! The leftover momentum (there was still quite a lot, truth be told) bounced the brunette over onto her back and Justine was right there to bundle both legs for the…
LIFTING FLATLINER
www.youtu be.com/watch?v=bT5xuVbGTp4
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Vicious Volunteer cupped her hand across Freeborne’s eyes and gave ‘em a single swift rake to break the pin with half a second to spare! “Oh, you’re gonna pay for that, girlie.” Justine muttered after she’d swiped her vision clear. “And once you’re done I’ll deal with that sociopath in training that’s taken such an interest in us.” she looked out to the crowd and sure enough there was the tall woman in the hoodie, still standing in the same position she’d last occupied. Freeborne blew her a kiss, then twined a hand in HJC’s hair and used it to scrape her off the mat. “Didn’t you do this to me earlier?” the blonde wrapped one hand around the American’s throat and squeezed until Harley started to cough. “Yeah, you did. Here, let me show ya how it’s done.”
Planting her other hand against the inside of her rival’s thigh, Freeborne gathered her strength and earned a roar of approval from the capacity crowd as she hoisted Collins over her head with a gorgeous Military Press! “Not so terrible now, is she?” Justine called to the FAWNatics as she carefully turned to all four sides of the squared circle. Making a point to finish facing their mystery fan, Freeborne busted out one, two, three reps with the suspended Southerner before tossing Harley into a long freefall that PLANTED her facedown on the thinly-sheathed plywood! Breathless in the wake of this domineering show of force, Collins tumbled onto her back and simply sucked wind as Justine strutted over her en route to another trip to the penthouse.
Settled in up top before the struggling brunette could even attempt to get out of the way, Freeborne raised her arms in a wide ‘V’ and fluttered her fingers, urging more noise from the FAWNatics as she prepared to put Harley away. It was against this impressive wall of sound that Justine Freeborne leapt into the heavens, curled into a tight ball and spun through one and a quarter rotations only to stretch out and THAWHAM down flush atop… the brunette’s upraised knees. Taken from 450 to 0 just like that, Justine bounced away from her would be victim and curled into the fetal position with both arms wrapped tight against her roiling midsection.
A short distance away, Harley Jo Collins felt a lot better now that she could hear the Aussie struggling to fill her lungs. Even so, she let the ref reach ‘SEVEN!’ on his count before she rolled onto her belly and pushed to one knee. “C’mon, suck it up, darlin’.” she taunted the retching Aussie. “You’re not gonna let a few butterflies in the stomach keep you down, are ya?” Justine hated the teasing tone of the American’s voice and she hated that her body seemed to respond of its own accord even though she was still huffing and puffing like an old lady. Even so, it didn’t stop her from struggling to her feet a second or two after Collins had done the same. “Bring it in closer, honey.” Harley Jo drawled. “How are you supposed to win a wrestling match from all the way over--”
Freeborne stepped in, spun around and planted on her right heel to bring the left sweeping up n’ around in a beautiful kick aimed at Harley’s temple. Alas, the big brunette dropped to one knee at just the right time, meaning the strike missed and left Justine standing directly in front of her crouched opposition. “Oh shEERRRRGGGHH!” the curse turned to a wail of anguish as the Tennessee Terror planted both palms against the Aussie’s belly and bore down like she meant to claw out through her back!
Shocked and wounded but far from helpless, Freeborne grabbed a huge handful of hair and pulled back on Collins’s hair to better pound away at her exposed forehead. “Let go of me right now you hateful WHOOOAAAHH!” Harley Jo did let Justine go, albeit on her own terms. Rather than a simple release she drew the blonde closer, then shoved hard enough to send her backpedaling into the strands. Ever aware of her surroundings, Justine came off the ropes twice as fast and THWHACK! Harley stepped up and heapin’ helpin’ of sole food compliments of the Big Boot she stapled to opposing chin! Justine went down in a starfished sprawl and Collins collapsed on top, the black-clad battler hooking the far leg for…
BIG BOOT
www.youtube. com/watch?v=9lY7OU2v1zo
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Freeborne got a hand under her foe’s chin and created enough distance to turn onto her side ahead of the fateful ‘THREE!’
Undaunted, Harley raaaaaaaaked her claws down the Aussie’s back, snatched a whole lotta hair at the nape of her neck and used it to return Justine to something like verticality. A Kneelift just below the navel forced the blonde to inspect the canvas quite thoroughly and allowed Collins all the time she needed to slip her arms around the penitent woman’s waist. Hands locked, she bent her knees and hoisted Justine up onto the point of her shoulder for-- “UUUUNNNNNGGGGHHH!” HJC swung her right back down, dropped to one knee and THWHUMPED Freeborne’s midsection atop her posted thigh! Justine thrashed like a fish out of water, but Collins’s hands remained stubbornly locked as she clambered to her feet and slooooooowly muscled the groaning blonde back onto the ball of her shoulder.
GUTWRENCH GUTBUSTER
http://www. youtube.com/watch?v= 9nC5rQxWGTI
“Don’t ask her just yet.” Harley Jo told the ref as she moved one hand over her victim’s chin. “I want to let her wriggle around some first.”
“Grrrhhhh…. screw you, bytch!” Justine muttered as she soaked up the hellacious Backbreaker. “I’m not gonna OOOOOOHHHHH SHHHHHHIIIIIIT!”
CANADIAN BACKBREAKER
http://www. youtube.com/watch?v= HXhgq6AV7VA
The Vicious Volunteer still had a hand free and she put it to good use braced against the Australian Angel’s tummy for yet another creative application of that debilitating Belly Claw!
Feeling extremely pleased with the situation, Harley turned so that she could directly face that hooded ‘fan’ in the front row whilst she squeezed and clawed a submission out of Justine. Being able to feel the fight drain from the ailing Aussie whilst watching that skinny geek in the crowd getting more and more frustrated was immensely satisfying. And that feeling of enjoyment might be why it took her longer than usual to react to the ‘THWUMP’ noise behind her, at least until she heard the subsequent telltale groan of a referee who’d just been forcibly removed from the ring.
She spun quickly with her mewling burden still on her shoulders. Those brown eyes had just a second to widen before a figure charged in and delivered an absolutely brutal Flying Knee into her temple. The Countrycidal Maniac went down in a heap, allowing Justine to slip out of her grasp and flop wetly onto the matt. Freeborne could do little more than curl into a foetal ball next to the downed brunette as she tried to quell the roaring fire in her back and tummy.
There could be no doubt that this new arrival was Astrid White, even wearing white crop top, black leggings and sneakers instead of her more recognisable ring togs. Her eyes were focused solely on Harley, quickly powering one stiff kick and then another into the American’s side to roll her under the bottom rope.
ASTRID WHITE
Slipping through the strands and out, the new arrival pulled Harley down to the floor and flicked another swift kick into the side of her jaw. This elicited a groan from the hurting Volunteer, but Astrid decided she wanted more. To get this she took one handful of brunette locks, wrapped her other hand around the back of the nearby ringpost, and brought the two together so that Collins’ forehead CLUNKED sickeningly into the steel.
Harley slumped to the floor. By this point the noise from the crowd was a mix of outrage at the rookie’s interference and raw excitement at what was transpiring in front of them. But there was still a fair amount of confusion going on at ringside; If Astrid was there, who was that mysterious lady in the front row?
The Stranger answered this question in short order, striding over to flick the hood back and offering a 100$ bill she had removed from her pocket. The woman beneath the hood bore no real resemblance to Astrid, although she was about the same height and build, and she accepted her payment without a word. White pulled the hood back up again, gave her imposter a nod, and spun away to refocus on the hurting Harley-Jo Collins.
Despite all the blows to the head over the last minute or so, HJC had still managed to get her feet beneath her and was making her way up to an extremely wobbly crouch by the time the Stranger closed in. She raised one warding arm and croaked “b…big mistake darlUGHH”, her voice cut off by a sneaker burying into her ribs.
Working quickly and silently, Astrid bent forwards and lifted the gasping brunette onto her shoulders. She shifted one hand to control Harley’s legs, bending her own knees in readiness. Then she lifted up as high as she could and dropped her butt to the floor, rotating her burden at the same time so that Harley fell the full six feet and landed square on the back of her head.
FEAR ITSELF
www.youtube.com/watch? v=LEvjRW8KyZw
Harley slumped on the barrier, eyes closed, gulping shallow breaths and weakly cradling her head. Astrid didn’t allow her to rest there though, hauling the Queen of Razorback Holler up under the bottom rope and glancing into the ring where a certain Awesome Aussie seemed to be reviving from her torture. Allowing herself a small satisfied smile, White turned to shovel the recovering referee back into the ring and then took a crosslegged seat on the floor to see how this final act was going to play out.
And it seemed like her script alteration had worked perfectly. As Justine gingerly rolled up to her knees she knew very little except that the woman who had been trying to dig a hole in her tummy and break her back was now curled up in a ball of pain a few feet away and ripe for finishing. Cursing under her breath, the Aussie was searching for that hooded ‘fan’ even as she scrambled to her feet.
But the imposter was still in the front row, causing Justine to stop for a second in confusion. Deciding that it was best to figure this problem outafter she had got the ‘w’ inked into her record book, the Powerhouse of Paraburdoo grabbed two handfuls of Harley’s hair and focused on hauling her glassy-eyed prey upwards and into a front facelock.
The FAWN crowd might have been divided over Astrid White’s interference in what had been a great matchup, but they were pretty much unanimous in their love of the Awesome Aussie. As such their volume hit it’s loudest point so far as Freeborne braced her feet and hauled her insensate burden up into Vertical Suplex position.
Holding for a few seconds to acknowledge the deafening shouts from her public, Justine shifted her grip to tuck the brunette up next to her chest and then drove down again, spreading her legs so that Harley’s head smashed into the canvas between them!
FLICK OF THE SWITCH
www.youtube.com/watch? v=pxmSy94jXV4
After receiving her second finisher in less than a minute, Harley just lay in an unresponsive pile on the mat. Justine slid her legs over those oblivious shoulders, sat forward a little and placed both hands wearily on Tennessee chest as the discombobulated referee crawled over and gingerly slapped his hand down
ONCE
TWICE
And THREE TIMES!
He called for the bell and then slumped over, still holding one hand to his head. Justine let out a whoop and waved an exhausted but triumphant fist in the air, the other hand dropping down to cradle the angry red welt on her aching stomach.
The roar of approval from the crowd was almost painful in her ears, but her brain was still working overtime to catch up with exactly what happened. All of a sudden there was a change in the pitch of the crowd noise, giving Justine enough warning to spin around to her knees and snarl “you sneaky bitcUGGGGGHHHH!”
White had popped back into the ring as soon as the match concluded and now leaped up, one leg raised and arcing down in a vicious Leaping Axe Kick which connected with the blonde’s scalp and drove her down to the mat. The triumphant Stranger crawled into mount position over her.
“Stop complaining. You might not have known which direction I was coming from, but you both knew I would come.” Astrid stuffed a short elbow smash into Freeborne’s mouth, mainly just to keep her quiet, then reached down with one hand and grasped her own ankle. Tugging her leg upwards and crunching up her body, the Arctic Assassin threaded her shin into the hollow of Justine’s throat and wrapped both hands around the back of her head, rolling onto her back and squeezing down to cinch in her other finisher.
WHITEOUT
www.youtube.com/watch? v=T33_enebo3Y
“You should be thanking me, Ms Freeborne. I just gifted you the biggest victory of your FAWN career.” Justine’s hands clawed feebly at the pale leg encroaching on her windpipe, but the beating she had already taken meant she had very little left to fight a devastating chokehold from a completely fresh opponent. Astrid smiled and continued. “You may celebrate in time. But for now I am showing more respect than you showed me in either of our last encounters, and you will be thankful!”
Justine didn’t look particularly thankful. In fact pretty quickly she just looked asleep, the choke doing its work fast as the blonde’s abused body unwound into a dreamy sprawl. After a few seconds White released her head, leaving the semiconscious Aussie in a damp pile where she would stay for some time.
Another item ticked off her checklist, the Stranger turned to the wreckage of Harley-Jo Collins with her normally impassive face twisted in a grin which looked more like hunger than pleasure. She advanced with a few quick strides and knelt down by the American’s gulping tummy.
“Did you like my little trick, Ms Collins? It was so easy to fool you both. You have made a living from being more intelligent than you look, and yet you still underestimated me. But then you behave more like a beast of the field than a person, so maybe I shouldn’t be so disappointed.”
The Tennessee Terror gave no response beyond a gurgle, but the crowd noise became a little more approving when the Astrid faced the brunette’s feet and slid one knee over her opponent for a high reverse mount. “What I am about to do is dirty, Ms Collins, and I very rarely compromise my morals,” She paused, the crowd filling the gap with building excitement. “But when taming a wild beast one must occasionally get down in the dirt.”
With that The Stranger sat back and covered Harley’s already snoozing features with lycra-clad derriere! Although she had planned this little détente for some time this was Astrid’s first ever ‘live’ application of the reverse facesit, and she was noticeably more wobbly and uncertain than the many FAWN wrestlers who had mastered that particular manoeuvre, tucking her heels behind Collins’ shoulders and placing a steadying hand on her tummy to stay in place.
The fans cheered despite the amateurish application, as they always did when any of FAWN’s finest showed off this most effective and humiliating smother. On the wrong end, Harley was much more disapproving; despite the multiple head traumas, despite having so little consciousness left, she still bucked wildly enough that White was very nearly dislodged. But it seemed that despite her uncertainty Astrid had managed to create an effective seal on the smother, riding out those desperate throes and watching closely as Harley’s breathing went from ragged to gulping to shallow while her body stilled.
Quite a few of those in the crowd began to speculate about whether the Stranger might begin the grind which so often followed the application of glutes to face in FAWN. But that seemed unlikely, and any plans she might have had were interrupted by the clump of referees and medics who emerged from the entranceway and started towards the ring, Nick Castle at their head. Astrid didn’t seem upset at all by this interruption, standing up and backing away without fuss as the officials checked on the pair of world-class wrestlers she had decimated over the last few minutes.
As some semblance of order was being restored in the ring Astrid allowed herself to be ushered away, ducking through the ropes and dropping to the floor with a crisp ‘thwump’. She took a few backwards steps up the walkway, taking in the results of her planning and settling her eyes on Justine Freeborne’s flushed and angry face as the Aussie was helped to reclaim her senses. A few feet away, Harley's eyes were just beginning to flutter as the medics worked their magic.
White took one last look and then sought out the nearest camera, raising one hand to her eye and tilting her head to flash her lopsided ‘A’ sigil. She held the pose for a few heartbeats, silent and frozen still with both pupils locked on the lens, then turned and swished through the curtain.