Post by dsb on Jan 22, 2019 0:05:51 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Knock-Outs match and it is for the FAWN Intercontinental Championship! That means that pins, count outs, disqualifications and verbal submissions or tap outs will be ignored by the referee! The only way to win the match is for one wrestler to render her opponent unconscious. Understand?” The FAWNatics replied in the affirmative, so the Announcer went on. “Introducing first, hailing from Galway, Ireland, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-two pounds. This is MOIRA KANE!”
MOIRA KANE:
As dry ice fog rolled and twined across the stage floor, a new sound filled the arena air. Traditional Celtic pipes transformed into an electronica beat as the spotlight trained upon the top of the runway. The curtain ripped open and Moira Kane stalked out, the powerhouse blonde raising both arms to encourage the raucous cheers of her fans. For her battle on this chilly December evening the Galwegian was sheathed in a green two-piece so dark, it was almost black, with a gold embossed shamrock on her right buttock, and gold lamé ankle boots. She strutted down the aisle with such an obvious swagger, the younger Kane sister clearly confident in her abilities to send the champion into a fitful, gold-free slumber.
She slapped a few of the many outstretched hands, and blew a kiss to one supporter who holds aloft a sign proclaiming ‘KANES GIVE HILLBILLIES NIGHT TERRORS!’ Moira then climbed the steps up to the ring apron, where she ordered referee Al Carpenter to hold the ropes open for her; the zebra complied, sitting on the middle rope and lifting the top cable on his shoulder, allowing Kane to step into the ring. Properly ensconced, she headed to the center and raised her fists one more time before strapping an invisible belt around her waist. “C’mon and bring me that shiny gold belt, champ.” she said to the woman lurking behind the curtain. “Bring it out here so I can put ye down for a nap before I put the title around my waist.”
The Announcer resumed his duties once the crowd quieted the tiniest bit. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Jackson, Tennessee she stands at five feet ten inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-eight pounds, she is the Tennessee Terror, the Witch of Razorback Holler and the current FAWN Intercontinental Champion, this is HARLEY JO COLLINS!”
SHINE DOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xACHH5-QwY
HARLEY JO COLLINS:
Accompanied by Godsmack, some Fireball and a little band of leather and gold she’d picked up at ’Mania, Harley Jo Collins herownself strode through the curtain and raised her prize for all to see. Nodding her thanks at the round of applause, the Countrycidal Maniac toasted the belt with her libation, then took a long swig before heading down the ramp. It was cold by Florida standards but HJC’s sartorial sense stayed exactly the same, as she wore her usual pair of ancient denim overalls, at least for the time being.
Drawing close to the squared circle with no hint of an Irish Ambush, Harley Jo drew that much more noise from the crowd once she put a hand to one shoulder and undid the clasps on the overalls, leaving them in a puddle at her feet. Stripped to the essentials, she wore a black fightin’ rumble-kini, white pads and plain black boots. From there she slid under the bottom rope, pushed to her feet and strode to the middle of the ring to raise the belt for all those in attendance, Kane included. Moira smirked, pointed to the strap, then slapped her waist to make sure the brunette knew exactly where her prize was headed. Collins mouthed ‘in your dreams’, then slung the belt over Carpenter’s shoulder so she could stroll to the opposite corner properly unfettered.
Harley Jo ambled away from the buckles at the sound of her bell, her seeming insouciance a craftily calculated tactic to gauge just how the younger Kane sister would approach the contest ahead. The answer at first glance appeared to be ‘directly’, as Moira pushed off the corner and made straight for the towering Southerner. Collins did nothing to dissuade this frontal assault, indeed she beckoned the sturdy blonde to her, yet somehow she wasn’t surprised when Kane slowed her progress and began to circle.
“Never known you or your sister to be much of a dancer.” HJC noted as she shifted with Moira. “Hope you’re not gonna make me spend too much time chasin’ after ya.”
“This isn’t dancin’, girlie.” Kane replied with a faint smile. “More like a woodsman scoutin’ tha best place tae place her axe in tha biggest, meanest tree in tha forest.”
“This timber has a nasty habit of cuttin’ back, darlin’.” Collins noted. “Especially when there’s gold on the line.”
Moira rolled her shoulders and hunched forward in a low, springy grappler’s crouch. “Be that as it may, I still mean tae chop ye down before I put ye tae sl--” the Galway Grappler went up on her toes for the clinch only to dip beneath Harley Jo’s answering lunge so she could secure a snug Waistlock around the brunette’s midsection. Feet set firm, Kane dropped her hips and pulled up to haul the taller woman off her feet with a simple Take--
Collins caught the blonde’s wrists and dropped with the challenger to keep herself rooted to the canvas. Moira snorted, dug her knotted fists into Harley Jo’s tummy and gouged the point of her chin between opposing shoulders. “Yer a big one indeed, Collins.” she told the Vicious Volunteer. “But not so big I can’t bring ye tae yer kneeHUUUFFFHH!”
Harley Jo thumped her backside into the Irishwoman’s tummy with enough force to feel a warm exhalation on the back of her neck. Didn’t break the Waistlock though, as Kane quickly reminded her with another long squeeze. “That all ye got, champ? Best not be, otherwise ye’ll be sleepin’ before EERRRHHH!”
Collins prized the blonde’s hands apart with a convulsive yank, then repeated the previous Hip Check with a great deal more momentum. Moira doubled over for a moment, all the time Collins needed to whirl around and slap on a tight Front Facelock. Never one to take kindly to that sort of confinement, Moira peppered Harley Jo’s flanks with fists only to drop to one knee when the IC champ THWHAPPED a heavy Overhead Forearm Smash across the middle of her back.
“Told ya this tree hits back.” Collins smirked as she reefed up on her opponent’s neck. “Maybe ya should’ve brought big sister to even the--”
Kane hooked the brunette behind the knees and might’ve powered her off the mat in spite of the weight difference if the Tennessee Terror hadn’t stalled the effort with another clubbing Forearm Smash. “That it, then?” Moira huffed. “Ye hit like a Mitchell, and not Sophie or Cynthia neitheUUUUURRRRRRK!”
Collins locked her hands and yoked up to transform the Front Facelock into a stripped down Guillotine Choke. “Ain’t none of those girls ever put you on your knees with a single stroke.” she taunted. “But I’ll be happy to take a page out of their book as far as embarrassin’ you is concerned if you don’t--”
HJC got real quiet real fast when Moira wrapped her in an awkward Bear Hug that raised the brunette’s center of gravity just enough for the Irishwoman to back them both into the nearest corner. The BWUUUNG of back on buckles was hardly pleasant, but Harley Jo made no effort to relinquish the Guillotine even after Al Carpenter hurried over. “All right Harl, let’s break that grip and get it out of the corner, ok?”
“Now why would I want to do that, Mr. Carpenter? I’m not the one that placed us here, I haven’t asked for your assistance and I certainly did not put a hand or foot in the ropes to demand a cessation of current hostilities.” Collins looked down at Moira’s exposed back and smiled pertly. “In fact I don’t believe my challenger has either. Isn’t that right, Moira? You didn’t scamper on over here just to grab a rope like your name was London, did--”
Kane hooked an arm over the second strand and demanded, “Get offa me, ye mouthy skagger.”
Harley raised one hand to show the Guillotine was a mere Facelock once more, but rather than simply releasing her grip she made a point to pat Moira’s backside once, twice, three ti-- Moira exploded out of the Southerner’s grip and THWHAPPED her chest with a huge two-handed shove that Collins immediately answered with one of her own!
“MIND YER GODDAMNED HANDS YE SNEAKIN’ BYTCH!” Kane barked at the IC Champion in the midst of trying to get around Al, who’d stepped between his charges at great risk to life and limb.
“Then you mind who you’re talkin’ to, darlin’.” Harley Jo growled. “Unless you’re looking for me to body you around this ring like the up-jumped lightweight you really NNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Kane juked around Al to catch the big brunette with a Shoulderblock to the gut that would’ve sent both ladies tumbling through the strands if Collins hadn’t had the presence of mind to hook the top rope. As it was they skidded along the edge until HJC ground to a stop with her back smeared against the turnbuckles. No mere corner was enough to blunt Kane’s ire so she snatched hold of the middle rope on either side of the champ and thum-thum-thum-THUMPED half a dozen more Shoulderblocks into Harley Jo’s midsection.
There might’ve been even more in the offering if the Witch of Razorback Holler hadn’t leaned over the encroaching blonde’s back and cinched both arms around Kane’s waist. Lest anyone forget the power and size of one Harley Jo Collins, she reminded them quite forcefully by stomping a few steps out of the corner, then swinging the Irishwoman up onto the point of her right shoulder. For a moment it looked like she might try to subdue Moira with a Canadian Backbreaker, alas her actual plan proved all the more unpleasant, as the big brunette swung her burden over and down while simultaneously dropping to one knee to THWHUMP Moira’s tummy atop the post of her left thigh!
GUTWRENCH GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4YMB0w96BBU
Kane bounced onto her tiptoes, but didn’t get much beyond that because Collins refused to break the Gutwrench. Straightening up with Moira still in her grasp, she twisted in a half circle, dipped her knees and flipped the blonde again, only this time she laid out to THWHAM her against the thinly-sheathed plywood with a heavy Gutwrench Suplex!
GUTWRENCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mL5iIzdyZxY
Moira landed flat and bounced to a seat, one hand pressed to the small of her back, the other braced against the mat to keep her in-- HJC cupped the blonde’s chin in both hands, then stepped over Moira’s left shoulder to keep that arm trapped behind her left knee when she dropped down a moment thereafter. Sliding beneath Kane’s right arm in the same motion, she curled her left arm around opposing bicep and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back to complete the grounded Abdominal Stretch.
GROUNDED ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aIbunUN2BOY
“Ummh, Harl, I don’t mean to tell you your business,” Al said after several seconds, “but the Abdominal Stretch isn’t really known for--”
“Doesn’t matter what kinda ’old she uses!” Moira interrupted. “This big bytch won’t be puttin’ me tae sleep taenigEERRHH!”
Collins crooked her right hand into a wide, splay-fingered claw and affixed it to Kane’s exposed flank. “You better hope you’re wrong, darlin’.” Harley murmured in the midst of digging in with steely fingers. “Otherwise what’s Maeve going to think if you submit half a dozen times before it means a damned thing?”
“Never submit tae tha likes of ye.” Kane spat. “You’re gonna have tae OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!”
The Vicious Volunteer moved her claw to Moira’s belly, Harley Jo making sure to work her crooked index finger deep into her challenger’s navel. “Bit of free advice, darlin’.” the Witch of Razorback Holler murmured in Kane’s ear. “Don’t EVER tell someone like me what it’ll take to put you down for the night unless you’re willing to have those selfsame tactics administered unto your poor, hapless self in remarkably short order.” She emphasized the suggestion by digging in like she meant to scoop out a big ol’ handful of tummy.
The grounded Irishwoman strained and cursed, but with one arm secured behind Collins’ leg and the other cranked back at an awkward angle she could do little more than scrape her heels against the canvas. After several seconds went by Moira grunted, “Whatever you’re doin, it t’aint gettin’ the job done, girlie. Kinda disappointin’ really, I was expectin’ tha best from yeMMRRRRPPPPHHHHHHH!”
Harley Jo broke the Belly Claw only to affix that five-tined mitt to Kane’s face Iron Claw style! “And I thought you were taller.” Collins chided. “But I’m learning to live with the disappointment.”
As for Moira, she certainly wasn’t living these new conditions, not with Harley’s grip punishing her nose and temples in equal measure.
Well aware of just how quickly the Vicious Volunteer’s grip could render an opponent utterly senseless, Carpenter dropped to one knee and asked, “Hanging in there, Moira? Can you continWHOAH!”
The younger Kane lashed out with an angry kick that would’ve caught the zebra in the shin if he hadn’t scurried away at the last second. “Don’t let all her whining fool you.” HJC said with a smirk. “She’s still got plenty of fight lefeeeerrrrhhhhh… I rest my case.”
Moira’s blind thrashing finally turned up a huge handful of Collins’s dark hair and she wasted no time trying to liberate it from the champion’s scalp. Alas the hair-pull was still an illegal tactic in FAWN, as Carpenter reminded the blonde with a quick tap on the wrist. “Let go of her hair, Moira. You know better.”
Grimacing, Harley Jo answered the follicular indignity by digging her thumb and pinky into the challenger’s temples. “Baby sister can pull all the hair she wants.” Collins chided. “She’ll be toddling off to nap time soon enough as it NGH! NGH! ERRRHHH!”
Moira slipped her left arm out from behind the brunette’s posted leg and celebrated with two blindside shots to the side of the head and another nasty handful of hair. Forced to abandon her control over Kane’s arm to deal with the strengthened hair-hold, Collins continued to pour it on with the Iron Claw even as Moira twisted around and started to rise.
The Tennessee Terror rose with her, Harley refusing to give up her grip even when the sturdy blonde battler began machine-gunning left-right-left Kneelifts into her tum--
“OOFFFFHH!” HJC’s hand finally fell away when Moira pushed her back to land a Toe Kick mere millimeters below the champion’s navel. Sighing with pleasure as air flooded back into her system, Kane flipped hair out of her face, then tacked on a heavy Overhand Forearm Smash across the brunette’s shoulders. “Like I said, never gonna submit tae tha likes of ye. I will however be happy tae HOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Collins slapped the challenger’s hands away as she straightened up, then stepped into the breach and slipped her arms around Moira’s waist! In the next instant she’d muscled Kane off her feet, the gaping blonde instinctively bracing her shins against Harley Jo’s hips to alleviate a bit of the pressure. Harley didn’t seem to give a damn, she bounced the Bear Hug up and down while stomping around in an angry little circle. “You may not submit, darlin’.” Collins grunted. “But you’re damned sure gonna go to HHHUUUURRRMMPPHHH!”
Moira wrapped her arms around the back of Harley’s skull and pulled her down into an emphatic Front Sleeper! “Yeah, I’m goin’ tae sleep sweet tonight, girlie.” Kane gripped her own elbows for additional pressure. “And I’m goin’ tae do it with tha Intercontinental title strapped around my waist!” Emboldened by her new grip, Moira leaned forward and grrrrrroooound her chin into the crown of Collins’ noggin. “Keep an eye on her knees!” she grunted to Carpenter. “Won’t be long before they start tae give NNNNGGGGGHH!”
Harley Jo shook the smaller woman left and right like a terrier playing with its favorite toy. But Kane didn’t give up her grip, in fact she managed to strengthen it by threading her legs around the big Southerner’s waist for a Bodyscissors! “Gettin’ harder tae breathe, inn’it?” Moira asked with a hard-earned smirk. “Just let it take ye away, Harley Jo Collins. Tae a time and place where’n ye weren’t so foolish tae issue an open challenge with the Riuil Kanes on the rostWHOOOAAAAOOOOFFFFFHHHHH!”
The tenacity of Moira’s grip proved a detriment when the Tennessee Terror abruptly charged toward a corner on the far side of the squared circle and BWUUUNGED Kane spine-first against the middle turnbuckle. The Scissors disintegrated on impact and the Hug loosened to the point that Collins could twist her head to one side. Yet a deep breath or two wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy the IC champ, which was why she backed away from the corner, then charged in for another back-cracking collision with that roughly-padded steel rung. Kane’s remaining front crumpled with a weary groan, the sturdy Irishwoman hooking her arms over the top rope to ensure she didn’t land on her butt.
Breathing deep for the first time in what felt like hours, HJC wiped some hair off her face, then fetched Moira a straight right hand to the jaw before she headed off on a journey to mid-ring. Collins rounded on one heel when she reached the center and charged back full speed ahead, the Vicious Volunteer building up steam for the Avalanche Splash she-- Kane drew both knees up snug to her chest, thus providing a most unpleasant arrival for the incoming champion. Rocked back several steps by the rough rebuke, Harley Jo shook it off and stomped in to “UNNNGGGHH!”
Moira caught her coming in with a Big Boot that took the brunette flush on the cheek. “Yeah, ye’re a big tree, girlie.” the blonde admitted when reeled in place without actually giving any ground. “Just not so big I can’t chop ye down!” Drawing the taller woman close with a huge handful of dark hair, Moira boosted herself to a seat on the top turnbuckle just as she corralled Collins’ noggin in a Front Facelock. Feet braced against the second buckle, Kane pushed off and swung around in a smooth half circle that maximized every bit of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds to THWHONK Harley Jo’s forehead into the canvas!
TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QiclYM_bZP8
The lanky Southerner sat up in the wake of that thunderous DDT, though her partial verticality was more a result of residual momentum than her own intestinal fortitude. Either way, it didn’t last very long as Moira Kane snugged in behind Collins and trapped her chin underneath the Irishwoman’s left armpit via an Inverted Facelock. From there she stretched out flat on her belly, Moira taking the champion’s size advantage out of the equation with an interesting variation on the Dragon Sleeper. Hands locked beneath the brunette’s torso, Kane kept her knees splayed wide, all the better to evenly distribute her weight.
GROUNDED DRAGON SLEEPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQ0XqOJBYxk
“Don’t bother pleadin’ tae tha referee, missy.” Moira told the flailing battler. “I’m not lettin’ ye go until yer fast asleep!” Collins replied to this threat by raaaaaking her nails across the blonde’s shoulders, but this only prompted another heavy squeeze from the Irishwoman. “Not so big now, are ye? Just a right proper little lamb now that I’ve got ye stretched out on tha EERRGGHH!”
Harley Jo brought her right knee up high and fast, the bony joint striking Moira between the eyes.
Smile gone, Kane freed her right hand and shoved the encroaching limb down flat. “I believe this is yers, girlie.” She crooked that hand into a claw and SMECKED it down on Collins’ stomach, the vindictive blonde paying special attention to her opponent’s navel.
Harley Jo hissed in discomfort, clearly not enjoying this taste of her own gut-shredding medicine. Yet distressing though it was, the Witch of Razorback Holler didn’t attempt to interfere with her rival’s talon. Rather she wrapped her arms around Kane’s torso in search of an S-grip that might “UUGGGHHH!”
Sensing Collins’ plans, Moira pushed up by several inches and dropped down flat for a miniature chest on chest splash that thwarted HJC’s efforts quite nicely. “None of that now, understand?” Kane barked. “Yer fixin’ tae go tae sleep like a good little lass, otherwise this iron hand of mine might have to fix upon less pleasant environs, understand?” She abandoned the Belly Claw just long enough to slap Harley’s crotch for not so subtle emphasis.
Collins thumped a heel against the canvas, more out of anger and embarrassment than pain. “Do whatever you think’ll get the job done, darlin’. Just don’t whine to me when it’s not enouUUUGGGHH! UUGH! UUGH!”
Moira repeated the north-south Splash punishment three more times, then ended the Belly Claw so she could double down on the Inverted Facelock. “I think I’m doin’ jest fine, thanks.” the FAWN original grunted. “Certainly doin’ better than ye, ain’t EERRRRRRRGGGGHHH!”
Harley Jo finally got her arms around the blonde’s upper torso and squeezed until she felt Kane’s breath hot and quick on her chest. The counter-Hug was certainly better than nothing, but the champion knew it wasn’t enough to make her break the Dragon Sleeper before it could finish her off. Electing to roughhouse a little, she switched over to a double handful of Moira’s hair and craaaaaaanked back until the challenger let out a pained groan.
“Hair!” she cried. “Get tha filthy bytch outta my hair, CarpentNNGGGHH!”
Harley’s second Kneelift caught the Irishwoman on the bridge of the nose hard enough to make the official cringe. It did worse for Kane, who gave up the Sleeper to put one hand on the mat and the other against her suddenly welling eyes. Directly beneath her, Collins sucked in a single deep breath, then brought both legs up and ‘smecked’ her calves tight around Moira’s head! Ankles locked, the Tennessee Terror rolled onto her knees, a shift that put Kane on her back with the brunette’s near hundred and fifty pounds pressed down on her chest and belly!”
“Sneakin’ twat!” Moira forgot all about her nose when Collins began to squeeze. “You’re gonna wish you’d never MMMRRRRPPPHHHH!”
HJC helped herself to a handful of hair and tugged Kane’s head forward even as she wriggled backward to get the blonde’s noggin between her thighs. Satisfied when the point of Moira’s chin was snugged against the southern slope of her glutes, Harley *pinched* Kane’s nose, then braced both hands against the mat and squeeeeeeeeeeezed until her foe’s cheeks flushed red! “How’s this for a lullaby, darlin’?” Collins muttered after several seconds. “Think you’ll be awake for the end of it?”
Pretty features contorted by the pressure of those encroaching stems, Moira answered with a flurry of punches to the thighs and ribs, though her positioning didn’t allow her to put much power behind it. The resistance still proved irritating to the IC champ, so she raised one hand and PWAAAKED a single hammer punch into that gulping Irish tummy.
“Looks like you’re showin’ your belly, darlin’.” Harley grrrrooound her knuckles into the challenger’s navel to drive out more air. “Sure you don’t want to beg off? If you squeal loud enough Al might show you a little mercOOOOOWWWW DAMMIT!”
Trapped or not, Moira Kane was in no mood for mercy which was why she took such great delight in hooking a double handful of Collins’ waistband and yanking it several inches closer to the Southerner’s shoulders! Teeth bared in surprise and pain, Harley Jo skewered the challenger’s midsection with two more Hammer Punches, but that only spurred another round of vile back n’ forth tugging from Moira. “Sure this is your best play, darlin’?” the Vicious Volunteer grunted. “Tuggin’ on my trunks ain’t no way to get yourself outta this hold.”
Kane did half the wedgie but only so she could raaaaaake Collins’ partially-bared backside. “I’ll be outta here sooner n’ later, lassie.” she huffed. “Yer soft little arse can’t hold up tae my AAAAAWWWWWW SHYT!”
Harley Jo carried through on an earlier threat from the challenger by clamping a white-knuckled claw to the center of those Kelly green briefs! “Yeah, scream that air away, go right ahead!” Collins taunted over the raucous cheers of the FAWNatics. “Not too much though. I wanna feel the last of your breath slip away when I RRRRRGGGGHHHH BYTCH!”
Kane cranked her head forward as far as she could, which was just enough to chomp down on the taller woman’s bunched buttock! The Tennessee Terror endured it for a solid three seconds before she unlocked her ankles and reared back on her haunches, all the better to THUMP a vindictive right hand into the challenger’s trunks. The teeth in her tush unlocked with a damp grunt, giving HJC all the impetus she needed to get up and stumble toward the sanctuary of the ropes. Kane also took the opportunity to catch her breath, the pink-faced Irishwoman rolling to one knee even before she’d sent a hand to assess the damage below the belt. A few seconds of respite proved more than enough to get her head back in the game and it was with a renewed and intensified dislike for Harley Jo Collins that Moira Kane made it to boot-leather.
“Put yer grubby hand on my trunks, missy.” Moira growled. “Means I’m gonna have tae humble ye with tha Emerald Ire.”
“Hard to be humble with that big ol’ piece of gold over my shoulder, darlin’.” Harley snapped right back. “You’re not gonna find out what that feels like tonight, though I would be more’n happy to put you out beneath my--”
Kane rushed the brunette flat out, sweeping her into a rough Collar & Elbow that saw both wrestlers pushing and shoving at the other’s face in rather unladylike fashion. A few equally rough Kneelifts let Moira turn the whole works into a Side Headlock. Grinding the brunette’s temple against the point of her hip, Kane led her foe over to the strands and pressed her face against the top cable. “This is fer puttin’ that nasty arse in my face, missy.” Kane pressed down and started forward, the Galway Grappler using every inch of that rubber-coated steel to gouge and scrape at her rival’s protesting features! Collins fought it every step of the way, but Moira made her leverage count and once she ran out of rope she BWUUUNGED HJC’s forehead against the top turnbuckle.
The Vicious Volunteer reeled but didn’t go down, so Kane used a handful of hair to wrench her backward for another Inverted Facelock. No Dragon Sleeper this however, instead Moira went up on tiptoes before dropping to one knee to THWHUMP the posted joint between Collins’s shoulders in a quick Backbreaker. Kane shot back to verticality with her grip still in place long enough to spin it into a Three Quarters Facelock which in turn let her lay out flat to THWHUNK the back of Harley Jo’s head and shoulders into the mat courtesy of a huge Reverse Neckbreaker.
FALLING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hN54uf2bxmM
The champ bounced to a seat with both arms already swaddling her noggin so Moira cuffed her a few heavy shots, then stretched her out flat in the shadow of the turnbuckle. Hurrying away from the splattered Southerner, Kane slipped through the ropes beside the corner and made her way to the high rent district. While certainly not known for her high flying prowess, Moira looked as comfortable as any lightweight up there on the third floor and she looked just as dangerous when she leapt out into the lights for a mid-air toe touch that left more than enough time to stretch out full length before she THAWHAMMED down on Collins’ gulping midsection!
FROG SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V79tF1tzSTg
HJC shuddered and instinctively rolled onto her hip to protect against the subsequent pin. Only in this case there was no pin, instead Kane grabbed a double handful of hair so she could haul the gaping brunette to a seat. Just like that she cinched her right arm around Harley’s throat, Moira cupping her own left bicep for extra pressure while her left hand palmed the back of Collins’s head. Bearing down on the Sleeper hard enough to raise an instant flush in her foe’s cheeks, Kane flipped hair out of her eyes as she jostled the hold back & forth.
“Gotcha now, missy.” she ground the point of her chin into the crown of Harley Jo’s head to make the hold that much more unpleasant. “Count yer blessings I didn’t need tae use tha Emerald Ire after all!”
Collins didn’t respond to the challenger, though she waggled a finger ‘no’ in the direction of one Al Carpenter. This didn’t bother Moira in the slightest, she simply got up, planted her feet in a wide ‘V’ and leaaaaaaaaaaaaned in so every bit of her weight was behind the Sleeper. Already short of breath after the Frog Splash, Harley Jo’s head began to swim within seconds and it wasn’t long after that that she braced a hand against the mat to keep from slumping onto one side. Moira could’ve ridden the larger wrestler to the canvas, instead she poured even more into the Sleeper.
“Sleep sweet, Collins.” she huffed. “Perhaps ye’ll dream of happier timeeerrrrhhh hair! Hair, Carpenter!”
Harley did indeed have herself a handful of hair and though it was far from the worst pain she’d experienced tonight, it was still worthy of the ref’s attention. “C’mon Harl’, you know better than that.” Al tapped at the Tennessee Terror’s wrist. “Let go of her--”
Kane shook her head and Collins’s claw fell away to ‘smeck’ against her thigh. “Check her.” Moira demanded. She dropped to one knee to adjust her coil. “I think this lassie’s gone tae sleep!”
Carpenter had a similar thought, so he took the brunette’s wrist, raised it over her head and let go. It dropped to the mat just as before. “That’s one.” He repeated the test again with identical results. “That’s two.”
The Irishwoman beamed and reefed back on the Sleeper. “An’ one more tae make it official!”
Al raised Harley Jo’s hand and let it dro--NO!
Collins’ hand curled into a fist just below shoulder level and shot back into the air, much to the delight of her Countrycidal Maniacs. Moira however was much less pleased, especially when the Witch of Razorback Holler shifted her weight to clamber to one knee.
“Shyt on that.” Kane grunted in the midst of adjusting her own position. “Ye’ve breathed yer last free air as champion, girlie.”
This proclamation didn’t stop Collins from continuing her return to verticality so Moira rose with her and hopped up just high enough to Scissor her legs around HJC’s waist. Her face a deep, ugly red by now, the Tennessee Terror waved Al off before she hunkered down and hooked her arms around Kane’s encroaching gams. With those secured as best she could, Collins straightened up and hit full reverse for a short trip into the buckles that crushed Moira between a rock and a hard(hearted) place. The coils around Harley’s neck and waist loosened enough for her to draw a single breath, but then the tenacious challenger redoubled her efforts.
“Back tae yer knees, dammit.” she growled Collins’s ear. “Tis tha only place for ye in the presence of the Riuil KaNNNNGGGHH!”
Harley took several lurching steps out of the corner only to hurl herself backward for another spine-jarring collision with the corner. Yet Kane STILL held on tight, the grim-faced challenger wrenching Collins’ noggin to and fro as she waded away from the buckles a third time. “I said take a knee ye goddamned EEERRRRGGGGHHH!” Harley Jo charged to the center of the ring, hopped up and came down on her butt to THWUNK Moira’s chin against the back of her skull with a huge Backpack Stunner!
BACKPACK STUNNER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QLPcRJhFKGc
The Sleeper blew up on impact, Moira’s arms flopping out to either side as she landed flat on her back. Collins remained slumped forward though she wasn’t doing much better if the ragged hitch in her shoulders was any indication. Both ladies were still for several seconds so Al got as close as he dared and began to count. There wasn’t a wrestler on the FAWN roster that’d claim to enjoy the drone of a referee’s count but in this case it seemed to steady both champion and challenger as each made it to hands and knees and started to crawl in opposite directions by about ‘FOUR!’ Kane made it to her feet at ‘SEVEN’, Collins at ‘EIGHT’ which meant the blonde had more than enough time to run the ropes and come back with a Big Boot aimed at her opponent’s--
Harley Jo dipped down and wheeled around on the spot, leaving Moira to hit the opposite set of strands en route to her second attempt. Right arm cocked back, she put on a final burst of speed and found herself abruptly airborne when the Vicious Volunteer got both hands against opposing midriff and shot her straight up! Turning a quarter circle beneath the blonde, Harley Jo simply laid out on her back and raised both knees to her chest so that when Kane returned to terra firma it was atop the unforgiving cartography of the brunette’s shins!
POP-UP GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iSYaepGckBM
Moira bounced up and flopped away, both arms already crisscrossed over her burning belly. She landed awkwardly on her side, rolled to all fours and powered to boot-leather without checking her surroun--THWHACK! Collins rushed in from the left, that knee whipping up like a scythe to catch Kane squarely between the eyes! The Moonshiner put Moira on the deck with Harley Jo crumbling atop her, but the evening’s stipulation meant no pin was counted by Carpenter or the crowd.
MOONSHINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YuS2lBve9Y
Eventually the Vicious Volunteer made it to one knee and a handful of blonde hair forced Moira to do the same. “Yuuuhhh… you might be able to make me bend the knee, darlin’.” Collins muttered as she rose to her full height. “But you’re gonna have a damned hard time KEEPING me there.”
Kane’s response devolved into a pained groan the moment HJC wrenched her head backward for an Inverted Facelock. In the same breath she slung her left leg over the blonde’s posted left thigh and hooked her right arm around Moira’s right bicep to keep the limb out of contention. As the name implied it was Nothin’ Fancy but at this stage of the game it didn’t need to be anything else. Caught deep in the big brunette’s clutches, Moira pawed and scraped at Collins’s left elbow but couldn’t catch a real grip before the champion craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the neck wrenching, spine bending grip.
NOTHIN' FANCY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Bgb-_GGSNw
“UUUNNNNNGGGGHHHHH! STAAAAAAAHHHHHHHP!” Kane began to flail as Harley Jo bounced the hold without remorse. “LEGGUUUUUURRRRRHHHH!”
The Tennessee Terror shook her head ‘no’. “Not a chance, darlin’. Less of course you want to submit.”
“NO!” Moira barked. “NEVER! I’LL NEVER TAP TAE YEOOOOOHHH hhrrrrrrrggggggghhhh!”
The blonde’s left hand, which had been clawing at Collins’s encroaching elbow, fell to a loose bracing grip on the challenger’s left knee. Harley tugged Kane’s chin once more and was pleased to see the Irishwoman’s hand drop between her thighs. “Check her.” HJC told Al after a few seconds of very soft murmurs from her captive.
Al did, repeating the same test he’d used on Collins a few minutes prior. Held high, Moira’s arm dropped once, twice…. three times!
The bell sounded at Al’s signal and Harley Jo let Moira crumple onto her back in an insensate heap so she could raise a hand before the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knock-out and STILL the FAWN Intercontinental Champion… HARLEY JO COLLINS!”
The weary brunette accepted her title from Al and allowed him to raise one hand while she hoisted the belt in the other. Noting a Gladiatrix photog, she placed a boot on Moira’s chest and pressed down to make sure everyone knew the fate of her latest challenger. “Girl led me down an arduous path.” she panted to the camera. “Still wasn’t enough to take this,” she slapped the faceplate possessively, “outta my hands. Hope it doesn’t deter the rest of you from tryin’ though. Because I love sendin’ ya’ll to the back of the line.”
With that scuffed her sole across Moira’s top, then raised the title in both hands for a victory lap that took her to all four corners of the squared circle.
MOIRA KANE:
As dry ice fog rolled and twined across the stage floor, a new sound filled the arena air. Traditional Celtic pipes transformed into an electronica beat as the spotlight trained upon the top of the runway. The curtain ripped open and Moira Kane stalked out, the powerhouse blonde raising both arms to encourage the raucous cheers of her fans. For her battle on this chilly December evening the Galwegian was sheathed in a green two-piece so dark, it was almost black, with a gold embossed shamrock on her right buttock, and gold lamé ankle boots. She strutted down the aisle with such an obvious swagger, the younger Kane sister clearly confident in her abilities to send the champion into a fitful, gold-free slumber.
She slapped a few of the many outstretched hands, and blew a kiss to one supporter who holds aloft a sign proclaiming ‘KANES GIVE HILLBILLIES NIGHT TERRORS!’ Moira then climbed the steps up to the ring apron, where she ordered referee Al Carpenter to hold the ropes open for her; the zebra complied, sitting on the middle rope and lifting the top cable on his shoulder, allowing Kane to step into the ring. Properly ensconced, she headed to the center and raised her fists one more time before strapping an invisible belt around her waist. “C’mon and bring me that shiny gold belt, champ.” she said to the woman lurking behind the curtain. “Bring it out here so I can put ye down for a nap before I put the title around my waist.”
The Announcer resumed his duties once the crowd quieted the tiniest bit. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Jackson, Tennessee she stands at five feet ten inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-eight pounds, she is the Tennessee Terror, the Witch of Razorback Holler and the current FAWN Intercontinental Champion, this is HARLEY JO COLLINS!”
SHINE DOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xACHH5-QwY
HARLEY JO COLLINS:
Accompanied by Godsmack, some Fireball and a little band of leather and gold she’d picked up at ’Mania, Harley Jo Collins herownself strode through the curtain and raised her prize for all to see. Nodding her thanks at the round of applause, the Countrycidal Maniac toasted the belt with her libation, then took a long swig before heading down the ramp. It was cold by Florida standards but HJC’s sartorial sense stayed exactly the same, as she wore her usual pair of ancient denim overalls, at least for the time being.
Drawing close to the squared circle with no hint of an Irish Ambush, Harley Jo drew that much more noise from the crowd once she put a hand to one shoulder and undid the clasps on the overalls, leaving them in a puddle at her feet. Stripped to the essentials, she wore a black fightin’ rumble-kini, white pads and plain black boots. From there she slid under the bottom rope, pushed to her feet and strode to the middle of the ring to raise the belt for all those in attendance, Kane included. Moira smirked, pointed to the strap, then slapped her waist to make sure the brunette knew exactly where her prize was headed. Collins mouthed ‘in your dreams’, then slung the belt over Carpenter’s shoulder so she could stroll to the opposite corner properly unfettered.
Harley Jo ambled away from the buckles at the sound of her bell, her seeming insouciance a craftily calculated tactic to gauge just how the younger Kane sister would approach the contest ahead. The answer at first glance appeared to be ‘directly’, as Moira pushed off the corner and made straight for the towering Southerner. Collins did nothing to dissuade this frontal assault, indeed she beckoned the sturdy blonde to her, yet somehow she wasn’t surprised when Kane slowed her progress and began to circle.
“Never known you or your sister to be much of a dancer.” HJC noted as she shifted with Moira. “Hope you’re not gonna make me spend too much time chasin’ after ya.”
“This isn’t dancin’, girlie.” Kane replied with a faint smile. “More like a woodsman scoutin’ tha best place tae place her axe in tha biggest, meanest tree in tha forest.”
“This timber has a nasty habit of cuttin’ back, darlin’.” Collins noted. “Especially when there’s gold on the line.”
Moira rolled her shoulders and hunched forward in a low, springy grappler’s crouch. “Be that as it may, I still mean tae chop ye down before I put ye tae sl--” the Galway Grappler went up on her toes for the clinch only to dip beneath Harley Jo’s answering lunge so she could secure a snug Waistlock around the brunette’s midsection. Feet set firm, Kane dropped her hips and pulled up to haul the taller woman off her feet with a simple Take--
Collins caught the blonde’s wrists and dropped with the challenger to keep herself rooted to the canvas. Moira snorted, dug her knotted fists into Harley Jo’s tummy and gouged the point of her chin between opposing shoulders. “Yer a big one indeed, Collins.” she told the Vicious Volunteer. “But not so big I can’t bring ye tae yer kneeHUUUFFFHH!”
Harley Jo thumped her backside into the Irishwoman’s tummy with enough force to feel a warm exhalation on the back of her neck. Didn’t break the Waistlock though, as Kane quickly reminded her with another long squeeze. “That all ye got, champ? Best not be, otherwise ye’ll be sleepin’ before EERRRHHH!”
Collins prized the blonde’s hands apart with a convulsive yank, then repeated the previous Hip Check with a great deal more momentum. Moira doubled over for a moment, all the time Collins needed to whirl around and slap on a tight Front Facelock. Never one to take kindly to that sort of confinement, Moira peppered Harley Jo’s flanks with fists only to drop to one knee when the IC champ THWHAPPED a heavy Overhead Forearm Smash across the middle of her back.
“Told ya this tree hits back.” Collins smirked as she reefed up on her opponent’s neck. “Maybe ya should’ve brought big sister to even the--”
Kane hooked the brunette behind the knees and might’ve powered her off the mat in spite of the weight difference if the Tennessee Terror hadn’t stalled the effort with another clubbing Forearm Smash. “That it, then?” Moira huffed. “Ye hit like a Mitchell, and not Sophie or Cynthia neitheUUUUURRRRRRK!”
Collins locked her hands and yoked up to transform the Front Facelock into a stripped down Guillotine Choke. “Ain’t none of those girls ever put you on your knees with a single stroke.” she taunted. “But I’ll be happy to take a page out of their book as far as embarrassin’ you is concerned if you don’t--”
HJC got real quiet real fast when Moira wrapped her in an awkward Bear Hug that raised the brunette’s center of gravity just enough for the Irishwoman to back them both into the nearest corner. The BWUUUNG of back on buckles was hardly pleasant, but Harley Jo made no effort to relinquish the Guillotine even after Al Carpenter hurried over. “All right Harl, let’s break that grip and get it out of the corner, ok?”
“Now why would I want to do that, Mr. Carpenter? I’m not the one that placed us here, I haven’t asked for your assistance and I certainly did not put a hand or foot in the ropes to demand a cessation of current hostilities.” Collins looked down at Moira’s exposed back and smiled pertly. “In fact I don’t believe my challenger has either. Isn’t that right, Moira? You didn’t scamper on over here just to grab a rope like your name was London, did--”
Kane hooked an arm over the second strand and demanded, “Get offa me, ye mouthy skagger.”
Harley raised one hand to show the Guillotine was a mere Facelock once more, but rather than simply releasing her grip she made a point to pat Moira’s backside once, twice, three ti-- Moira exploded out of the Southerner’s grip and THWHAPPED her chest with a huge two-handed shove that Collins immediately answered with one of her own!
“MIND YER GODDAMNED HANDS YE SNEAKIN’ BYTCH!” Kane barked at the IC Champion in the midst of trying to get around Al, who’d stepped between his charges at great risk to life and limb.
“Then you mind who you’re talkin’ to, darlin’.” Harley Jo growled. “Unless you’re looking for me to body you around this ring like the up-jumped lightweight you really NNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Kane juked around Al to catch the big brunette with a Shoulderblock to the gut that would’ve sent both ladies tumbling through the strands if Collins hadn’t had the presence of mind to hook the top rope. As it was they skidded along the edge until HJC ground to a stop with her back smeared against the turnbuckles. No mere corner was enough to blunt Kane’s ire so she snatched hold of the middle rope on either side of the champ and thum-thum-thum-THUMPED half a dozen more Shoulderblocks into Harley Jo’s midsection.
There might’ve been even more in the offering if the Witch of Razorback Holler hadn’t leaned over the encroaching blonde’s back and cinched both arms around Kane’s waist. Lest anyone forget the power and size of one Harley Jo Collins, she reminded them quite forcefully by stomping a few steps out of the corner, then swinging the Irishwoman up onto the point of her right shoulder. For a moment it looked like she might try to subdue Moira with a Canadian Backbreaker, alas her actual plan proved all the more unpleasant, as the big brunette swung her burden over and down while simultaneously dropping to one knee to THWHUMP Moira’s tummy atop the post of her left thigh!
GUTWRENCH GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4YMB0w96BBU
Kane bounced onto her tiptoes, but didn’t get much beyond that because Collins refused to break the Gutwrench. Straightening up with Moira still in her grasp, she twisted in a half circle, dipped her knees and flipped the blonde again, only this time she laid out to THWHAM her against the thinly-sheathed plywood with a heavy Gutwrench Suplex!
GUTWRENCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mL5iIzdyZxY
Moira landed flat and bounced to a seat, one hand pressed to the small of her back, the other braced against the mat to keep her in-- HJC cupped the blonde’s chin in both hands, then stepped over Moira’s left shoulder to keep that arm trapped behind her left knee when she dropped down a moment thereafter. Sliding beneath Kane’s right arm in the same motion, she curled her left arm around opposing bicep and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back to complete the grounded Abdominal Stretch.
GROUNDED ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aIbunUN2BOY
“Ummh, Harl, I don’t mean to tell you your business,” Al said after several seconds, “but the Abdominal Stretch isn’t really known for--”
“Doesn’t matter what kinda ’old she uses!” Moira interrupted. “This big bytch won’t be puttin’ me tae sleep taenigEERRHH!”
Collins crooked her right hand into a wide, splay-fingered claw and affixed it to Kane’s exposed flank. “You better hope you’re wrong, darlin’.” Harley murmured in the midst of digging in with steely fingers. “Otherwise what’s Maeve going to think if you submit half a dozen times before it means a damned thing?”
“Never submit tae tha likes of ye.” Kane spat. “You’re gonna have tae OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!”
The Vicious Volunteer moved her claw to Moira’s belly, Harley Jo making sure to work her crooked index finger deep into her challenger’s navel. “Bit of free advice, darlin’.” the Witch of Razorback Holler murmured in Kane’s ear. “Don’t EVER tell someone like me what it’ll take to put you down for the night unless you’re willing to have those selfsame tactics administered unto your poor, hapless self in remarkably short order.” She emphasized the suggestion by digging in like she meant to scoop out a big ol’ handful of tummy.
The grounded Irishwoman strained and cursed, but with one arm secured behind Collins’ leg and the other cranked back at an awkward angle she could do little more than scrape her heels against the canvas. After several seconds went by Moira grunted, “Whatever you’re doin, it t’aint gettin’ the job done, girlie. Kinda disappointin’ really, I was expectin’ tha best from yeMMRRRRPPPPHHHHHHH!”
Harley Jo broke the Belly Claw only to affix that five-tined mitt to Kane’s face Iron Claw style! “And I thought you were taller.” Collins chided. “But I’m learning to live with the disappointment.”
As for Moira, she certainly wasn’t living these new conditions, not with Harley’s grip punishing her nose and temples in equal measure.
Well aware of just how quickly the Vicious Volunteer’s grip could render an opponent utterly senseless, Carpenter dropped to one knee and asked, “Hanging in there, Moira? Can you continWHOAH!”
The younger Kane lashed out with an angry kick that would’ve caught the zebra in the shin if he hadn’t scurried away at the last second. “Don’t let all her whining fool you.” HJC said with a smirk. “She’s still got plenty of fight lefeeeerrrrhhhhh… I rest my case.”
Moira’s blind thrashing finally turned up a huge handful of Collins’s dark hair and she wasted no time trying to liberate it from the champion’s scalp. Alas the hair-pull was still an illegal tactic in FAWN, as Carpenter reminded the blonde with a quick tap on the wrist. “Let go of her hair, Moira. You know better.”
Grimacing, Harley Jo answered the follicular indignity by digging her thumb and pinky into the challenger’s temples. “Baby sister can pull all the hair she wants.” Collins chided. “She’ll be toddling off to nap time soon enough as it NGH! NGH! ERRRHHH!”
Moira slipped her left arm out from behind the brunette’s posted leg and celebrated with two blindside shots to the side of the head and another nasty handful of hair. Forced to abandon her control over Kane’s arm to deal with the strengthened hair-hold, Collins continued to pour it on with the Iron Claw even as Moira twisted around and started to rise.
The Tennessee Terror rose with her, Harley refusing to give up her grip even when the sturdy blonde battler began machine-gunning left-right-left Kneelifts into her tum--
“OOFFFFHH!” HJC’s hand finally fell away when Moira pushed her back to land a Toe Kick mere millimeters below the champion’s navel. Sighing with pleasure as air flooded back into her system, Kane flipped hair out of her face, then tacked on a heavy Overhand Forearm Smash across the brunette’s shoulders. “Like I said, never gonna submit tae tha likes of ye. I will however be happy tae HOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Collins slapped the challenger’s hands away as she straightened up, then stepped into the breach and slipped her arms around Moira’s waist! In the next instant she’d muscled Kane off her feet, the gaping blonde instinctively bracing her shins against Harley Jo’s hips to alleviate a bit of the pressure. Harley didn’t seem to give a damn, she bounced the Bear Hug up and down while stomping around in an angry little circle. “You may not submit, darlin’.” Collins grunted. “But you’re damned sure gonna go to HHHUUUURRRMMPPHHH!”
Moira wrapped her arms around the back of Harley’s skull and pulled her down into an emphatic Front Sleeper! “Yeah, I’m goin’ tae sleep sweet tonight, girlie.” Kane gripped her own elbows for additional pressure. “And I’m goin’ tae do it with tha Intercontinental title strapped around my waist!” Emboldened by her new grip, Moira leaned forward and grrrrrroooound her chin into the crown of Collins’ noggin. “Keep an eye on her knees!” she grunted to Carpenter. “Won’t be long before they start tae give NNNNGGGGGHH!”
Harley Jo shook the smaller woman left and right like a terrier playing with its favorite toy. But Kane didn’t give up her grip, in fact she managed to strengthen it by threading her legs around the big Southerner’s waist for a Bodyscissors! “Gettin’ harder tae breathe, inn’it?” Moira asked with a hard-earned smirk. “Just let it take ye away, Harley Jo Collins. Tae a time and place where’n ye weren’t so foolish tae issue an open challenge with the Riuil Kanes on the rostWHOOOAAAAOOOOFFFFFHHHHH!”
The tenacity of Moira’s grip proved a detriment when the Tennessee Terror abruptly charged toward a corner on the far side of the squared circle and BWUUUNGED Kane spine-first against the middle turnbuckle. The Scissors disintegrated on impact and the Hug loosened to the point that Collins could twist her head to one side. Yet a deep breath or two wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy the IC champ, which was why she backed away from the corner, then charged in for another back-cracking collision with that roughly-padded steel rung. Kane’s remaining front crumpled with a weary groan, the sturdy Irishwoman hooking her arms over the top rope to ensure she didn’t land on her butt.
Breathing deep for the first time in what felt like hours, HJC wiped some hair off her face, then fetched Moira a straight right hand to the jaw before she headed off on a journey to mid-ring. Collins rounded on one heel when she reached the center and charged back full speed ahead, the Vicious Volunteer building up steam for the Avalanche Splash she-- Kane drew both knees up snug to her chest, thus providing a most unpleasant arrival for the incoming champion. Rocked back several steps by the rough rebuke, Harley Jo shook it off and stomped in to “UNNNGGGHH!”
Moira caught her coming in with a Big Boot that took the brunette flush on the cheek. “Yeah, ye’re a big tree, girlie.” the blonde admitted when reeled in place without actually giving any ground. “Just not so big I can’t chop ye down!” Drawing the taller woman close with a huge handful of dark hair, Moira boosted herself to a seat on the top turnbuckle just as she corralled Collins’ noggin in a Front Facelock. Feet braced against the second buckle, Kane pushed off and swung around in a smooth half circle that maximized every bit of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds to THWHONK Harley Jo’s forehead into the canvas!
TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QiclYM_bZP8
The lanky Southerner sat up in the wake of that thunderous DDT, though her partial verticality was more a result of residual momentum than her own intestinal fortitude. Either way, it didn’t last very long as Moira Kane snugged in behind Collins and trapped her chin underneath the Irishwoman’s left armpit via an Inverted Facelock. From there she stretched out flat on her belly, Moira taking the champion’s size advantage out of the equation with an interesting variation on the Dragon Sleeper. Hands locked beneath the brunette’s torso, Kane kept her knees splayed wide, all the better to evenly distribute her weight.
GROUNDED DRAGON SLEEPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQ0XqOJBYxk
“Don’t bother pleadin’ tae tha referee, missy.” Moira told the flailing battler. “I’m not lettin’ ye go until yer fast asleep!” Collins replied to this threat by raaaaaking her nails across the blonde’s shoulders, but this only prompted another heavy squeeze from the Irishwoman. “Not so big now, are ye? Just a right proper little lamb now that I’ve got ye stretched out on tha EERRGGHH!”
Harley Jo brought her right knee up high and fast, the bony joint striking Moira between the eyes.
Smile gone, Kane freed her right hand and shoved the encroaching limb down flat. “I believe this is yers, girlie.” She crooked that hand into a claw and SMECKED it down on Collins’ stomach, the vindictive blonde paying special attention to her opponent’s navel.
Harley Jo hissed in discomfort, clearly not enjoying this taste of her own gut-shredding medicine. Yet distressing though it was, the Witch of Razorback Holler didn’t attempt to interfere with her rival’s talon. Rather she wrapped her arms around Kane’s torso in search of an S-grip that might “UUGGGHHH!”
Sensing Collins’ plans, Moira pushed up by several inches and dropped down flat for a miniature chest on chest splash that thwarted HJC’s efforts quite nicely. “None of that now, understand?” Kane barked. “Yer fixin’ tae go tae sleep like a good little lass, otherwise this iron hand of mine might have to fix upon less pleasant environs, understand?” She abandoned the Belly Claw just long enough to slap Harley’s crotch for not so subtle emphasis.
Collins thumped a heel against the canvas, more out of anger and embarrassment than pain. “Do whatever you think’ll get the job done, darlin’. Just don’t whine to me when it’s not enouUUUGGGHH! UUGH! UUGH!”
Moira repeated the north-south Splash punishment three more times, then ended the Belly Claw so she could double down on the Inverted Facelock. “I think I’m doin’ jest fine, thanks.” the FAWN original grunted. “Certainly doin’ better than ye, ain’t EERRRRRRRGGGGHHH!”
Harley Jo finally got her arms around the blonde’s upper torso and squeezed until she felt Kane’s breath hot and quick on her chest. The counter-Hug was certainly better than nothing, but the champion knew it wasn’t enough to make her break the Dragon Sleeper before it could finish her off. Electing to roughhouse a little, she switched over to a double handful of Moira’s hair and craaaaaaanked back until the challenger let out a pained groan.
“Hair!” she cried. “Get tha filthy bytch outta my hair, CarpentNNGGGHH!”
Harley’s second Kneelift caught the Irishwoman on the bridge of the nose hard enough to make the official cringe. It did worse for Kane, who gave up the Sleeper to put one hand on the mat and the other against her suddenly welling eyes. Directly beneath her, Collins sucked in a single deep breath, then brought both legs up and ‘smecked’ her calves tight around Moira’s head! Ankles locked, the Tennessee Terror rolled onto her knees, a shift that put Kane on her back with the brunette’s near hundred and fifty pounds pressed down on her chest and belly!”
“Sneakin’ twat!” Moira forgot all about her nose when Collins began to squeeze. “You’re gonna wish you’d never MMMRRRRPPPHHHH!”
HJC helped herself to a handful of hair and tugged Kane’s head forward even as she wriggled backward to get the blonde’s noggin between her thighs. Satisfied when the point of Moira’s chin was snugged against the southern slope of her glutes, Harley *pinched* Kane’s nose, then braced both hands against the mat and squeeeeeeeeeeezed until her foe’s cheeks flushed red! “How’s this for a lullaby, darlin’?” Collins muttered after several seconds. “Think you’ll be awake for the end of it?”
Pretty features contorted by the pressure of those encroaching stems, Moira answered with a flurry of punches to the thighs and ribs, though her positioning didn’t allow her to put much power behind it. The resistance still proved irritating to the IC champ, so she raised one hand and PWAAAKED a single hammer punch into that gulping Irish tummy.
“Looks like you’re showin’ your belly, darlin’.” Harley grrrrooound her knuckles into the challenger’s navel to drive out more air. “Sure you don’t want to beg off? If you squeal loud enough Al might show you a little mercOOOOOWWWW DAMMIT!”
Trapped or not, Moira Kane was in no mood for mercy which was why she took such great delight in hooking a double handful of Collins’ waistband and yanking it several inches closer to the Southerner’s shoulders! Teeth bared in surprise and pain, Harley Jo skewered the challenger’s midsection with two more Hammer Punches, but that only spurred another round of vile back n’ forth tugging from Moira. “Sure this is your best play, darlin’?” the Vicious Volunteer grunted. “Tuggin’ on my trunks ain’t no way to get yourself outta this hold.”
Kane did half the wedgie but only so she could raaaaaake Collins’ partially-bared backside. “I’ll be outta here sooner n’ later, lassie.” she huffed. “Yer soft little arse can’t hold up tae my AAAAAWWWWWW SHYT!”
Harley Jo carried through on an earlier threat from the challenger by clamping a white-knuckled claw to the center of those Kelly green briefs! “Yeah, scream that air away, go right ahead!” Collins taunted over the raucous cheers of the FAWNatics. “Not too much though. I wanna feel the last of your breath slip away when I RRRRRGGGGHHHH BYTCH!”
Kane cranked her head forward as far as she could, which was just enough to chomp down on the taller woman’s bunched buttock! The Tennessee Terror endured it for a solid three seconds before she unlocked her ankles and reared back on her haunches, all the better to THUMP a vindictive right hand into the challenger’s trunks. The teeth in her tush unlocked with a damp grunt, giving HJC all the impetus she needed to get up and stumble toward the sanctuary of the ropes. Kane also took the opportunity to catch her breath, the pink-faced Irishwoman rolling to one knee even before she’d sent a hand to assess the damage below the belt. A few seconds of respite proved more than enough to get her head back in the game and it was with a renewed and intensified dislike for Harley Jo Collins that Moira Kane made it to boot-leather.
“Put yer grubby hand on my trunks, missy.” Moira growled. “Means I’m gonna have tae humble ye with tha Emerald Ire.”
“Hard to be humble with that big ol’ piece of gold over my shoulder, darlin’.” Harley snapped right back. “You’re not gonna find out what that feels like tonight, though I would be more’n happy to put you out beneath my--”
Kane rushed the brunette flat out, sweeping her into a rough Collar & Elbow that saw both wrestlers pushing and shoving at the other’s face in rather unladylike fashion. A few equally rough Kneelifts let Moira turn the whole works into a Side Headlock. Grinding the brunette’s temple against the point of her hip, Kane led her foe over to the strands and pressed her face against the top cable. “This is fer puttin’ that nasty arse in my face, missy.” Kane pressed down and started forward, the Galway Grappler using every inch of that rubber-coated steel to gouge and scrape at her rival’s protesting features! Collins fought it every step of the way, but Moira made her leverage count and once she ran out of rope she BWUUUNGED HJC’s forehead against the top turnbuckle.
The Vicious Volunteer reeled but didn’t go down, so Kane used a handful of hair to wrench her backward for another Inverted Facelock. No Dragon Sleeper this however, instead Moira went up on tiptoes before dropping to one knee to THWHUMP the posted joint between Collins’s shoulders in a quick Backbreaker. Kane shot back to verticality with her grip still in place long enough to spin it into a Three Quarters Facelock which in turn let her lay out flat to THWHUNK the back of Harley Jo’s head and shoulders into the mat courtesy of a huge Reverse Neckbreaker.
FALLING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hN54uf2bxmM
The champ bounced to a seat with both arms already swaddling her noggin so Moira cuffed her a few heavy shots, then stretched her out flat in the shadow of the turnbuckle. Hurrying away from the splattered Southerner, Kane slipped through the ropes beside the corner and made her way to the high rent district. While certainly not known for her high flying prowess, Moira looked as comfortable as any lightweight up there on the third floor and she looked just as dangerous when she leapt out into the lights for a mid-air toe touch that left more than enough time to stretch out full length before she THAWHAMMED down on Collins’ gulping midsection!
FROG SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V79tF1tzSTg
HJC shuddered and instinctively rolled onto her hip to protect against the subsequent pin. Only in this case there was no pin, instead Kane grabbed a double handful of hair so she could haul the gaping brunette to a seat. Just like that she cinched her right arm around Harley’s throat, Moira cupping her own left bicep for extra pressure while her left hand palmed the back of Collins’s head. Bearing down on the Sleeper hard enough to raise an instant flush in her foe’s cheeks, Kane flipped hair out of her eyes as she jostled the hold back & forth.
“Gotcha now, missy.” she ground the point of her chin into the crown of Harley Jo’s head to make the hold that much more unpleasant. “Count yer blessings I didn’t need tae use tha Emerald Ire after all!”
Collins didn’t respond to the challenger, though she waggled a finger ‘no’ in the direction of one Al Carpenter. This didn’t bother Moira in the slightest, she simply got up, planted her feet in a wide ‘V’ and leaaaaaaaaaaaaned in so every bit of her weight was behind the Sleeper. Already short of breath after the Frog Splash, Harley Jo’s head began to swim within seconds and it wasn’t long after that that she braced a hand against the mat to keep from slumping onto one side. Moira could’ve ridden the larger wrestler to the canvas, instead she poured even more into the Sleeper.
“Sleep sweet, Collins.” she huffed. “Perhaps ye’ll dream of happier timeeerrrrhhh hair! Hair, Carpenter!”
Harley did indeed have herself a handful of hair and though it was far from the worst pain she’d experienced tonight, it was still worthy of the ref’s attention. “C’mon Harl’, you know better than that.” Al tapped at the Tennessee Terror’s wrist. “Let go of her--”
Kane shook her head and Collins’s claw fell away to ‘smeck’ against her thigh. “Check her.” Moira demanded. She dropped to one knee to adjust her coil. “I think this lassie’s gone tae sleep!”
Carpenter had a similar thought, so he took the brunette’s wrist, raised it over her head and let go. It dropped to the mat just as before. “That’s one.” He repeated the test again with identical results. “That’s two.”
The Irishwoman beamed and reefed back on the Sleeper. “An’ one more tae make it official!”
Al raised Harley Jo’s hand and let it dro--NO!
Collins’ hand curled into a fist just below shoulder level and shot back into the air, much to the delight of her Countrycidal Maniacs. Moira however was much less pleased, especially when the Witch of Razorback Holler shifted her weight to clamber to one knee.
“Shyt on that.” Kane grunted in the midst of adjusting her own position. “Ye’ve breathed yer last free air as champion, girlie.”
This proclamation didn’t stop Collins from continuing her return to verticality so Moira rose with her and hopped up just high enough to Scissor her legs around HJC’s waist. Her face a deep, ugly red by now, the Tennessee Terror waved Al off before she hunkered down and hooked her arms around Kane’s encroaching gams. With those secured as best she could, Collins straightened up and hit full reverse for a short trip into the buckles that crushed Moira between a rock and a hard(hearted) place. The coils around Harley’s neck and waist loosened enough for her to draw a single breath, but then the tenacious challenger redoubled her efforts.
“Back tae yer knees, dammit.” she growled Collins’s ear. “Tis tha only place for ye in the presence of the Riuil KaNNNNGGGHH!”
Harley took several lurching steps out of the corner only to hurl herself backward for another spine-jarring collision with the corner. Yet Kane STILL held on tight, the grim-faced challenger wrenching Collins’ noggin to and fro as she waded away from the buckles a third time. “I said take a knee ye goddamned EEERRRRGGGGHHH!” Harley Jo charged to the center of the ring, hopped up and came down on her butt to THWUNK Moira’s chin against the back of her skull with a huge Backpack Stunner!
BACKPACK STUNNER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QLPcRJhFKGc
The Sleeper blew up on impact, Moira’s arms flopping out to either side as she landed flat on her back. Collins remained slumped forward though she wasn’t doing much better if the ragged hitch in her shoulders was any indication. Both ladies were still for several seconds so Al got as close as he dared and began to count. There wasn’t a wrestler on the FAWN roster that’d claim to enjoy the drone of a referee’s count but in this case it seemed to steady both champion and challenger as each made it to hands and knees and started to crawl in opposite directions by about ‘FOUR!’ Kane made it to her feet at ‘SEVEN’, Collins at ‘EIGHT’ which meant the blonde had more than enough time to run the ropes and come back with a Big Boot aimed at her opponent’s--
Harley Jo dipped down and wheeled around on the spot, leaving Moira to hit the opposite set of strands en route to her second attempt. Right arm cocked back, she put on a final burst of speed and found herself abruptly airborne when the Vicious Volunteer got both hands against opposing midriff and shot her straight up! Turning a quarter circle beneath the blonde, Harley Jo simply laid out on her back and raised both knees to her chest so that when Kane returned to terra firma it was atop the unforgiving cartography of the brunette’s shins!
POP-UP GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iSYaepGckBM
Moira bounced up and flopped away, both arms already crisscrossed over her burning belly. She landed awkwardly on her side, rolled to all fours and powered to boot-leather without checking her surroun--THWHACK! Collins rushed in from the left, that knee whipping up like a scythe to catch Kane squarely between the eyes! The Moonshiner put Moira on the deck with Harley Jo crumbling atop her, but the evening’s stipulation meant no pin was counted by Carpenter or the crowd.
MOONSHINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YuS2lBve9Y
Eventually the Vicious Volunteer made it to one knee and a handful of blonde hair forced Moira to do the same. “Yuuuhhh… you might be able to make me bend the knee, darlin’.” Collins muttered as she rose to her full height. “But you’re gonna have a damned hard time KEEPING me there.”
Kane’s response devolved into a pained groan the moment HJC wrenched her head backward for an Inverted Facelock. In the same breath she slung her left leg over the blonde’s posted left thigh and hooked her right arm around Moira’s right bicep to keep the limb out of contention. As the name implied it was Nothin’ Fancy but at this stage of the game it didn’t need to be anything else. Caught deep in the big brunette’s clutches, Moira pawed and scraped at Collins’s left elbow but couldn’t catch a real grip before the champion craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the neck wrenching, spine bending grip.
NOTHIN' FANCY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Bgb-_GGSNw
“UUUNNNNNGGGGHHHHH! STAAAAAAAHHHHHHHP!” Kane began to flail as Harley Jo bounced the hold without remorse. “LEGGUUUUUURRRRRHHHH!”
The Tennessee Terror shook her head ‘no’. “Not a chance, darlin’. Less of course you want to submit.”
“NO!” Moira barked. “NEVER! I’LL NEVER TAP TAE YEOOOOOHHH hhrrrrrrrggggggghhhh!”
The blonde’s left hand, which had been clawing at Collins’s encroaching elbow, fell to a loose bracing grip on the challenger’s left knee. Harley tugged Kane’s chin once more and was pleased to see the Irishwoman’s hand drop between her thighs. “Check her.” HJC told Al after a few seconds of very soft murmurs from her captive.
Al did, repeating the same test he’d used on Collins a few minutes prior. Held high, Moira’s arm dropped once, twice…. three times!
The bell sounded at Al’s signal and Harley Jo let Moira crumple onto her back in an insensate heap so she could raise a hand before the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knock-out and STILL the FAWN Intercontinental Champion… HARLEY JO COLLINS!”
The weary brunette accepted her title from Al and allowed him to raise one hand while she hoisted the belt in the other. Noting a Gladiatrix photog, she placed a boot on Moira’s chest and pressed down to make sure everyone knew the fate of her latest challenger. “Girl led me down an arduous path.” she panted to the camera. “Still wasn’t enough to take this,” she slapped the faceplate possessively, “outta my hands. Hope it doesn’t deter the rest of you from tryin’ though. Because I love sendin’ ya’ll to the back of the line.”
With that scuffed her sole across Moira’s top, then raised the title in both hands for a victory lap that took her to all four corners of the squared circle.