Post by hawkeye on Apr 8, 2019 23:09:10 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen! FAWN is proud to present our penultimate match of the evening, which is for the INNNNNTERCONTINENTAL TITLE!”
Lowering the mic for a second, the Announcer paused to let the buzz of the crowd reach fever pitch.The FAWNatics happily obliged, but that might well have had something to do with the woman who appeared through the curtain, apparently unexpected and as yet unannounced, and marched down the ramp towards the ring. She had no entrance music for accompaniment, and in fact the main noise surrounding her seemed to be a combination of recognition, surprise, and confusion from the fans…after all, she had already been ringside for most of the previous match.
ISOBEL LAMONT
The Fixer had apparently carried out a very quick wardrobe change, so fast in fact that a cameraman had to hurry out from behind the curtain in an attempt to capture her fleeting form. For her first ever solo match in a FAWN ring Lamont was clad in a simple black sports bra which had no chance of containing that bounteous chest and a pair of double-thick lycra shorts hugged closely to the curves of her hips. The previously ever-present Stetson was gone, ‘Bel allowing that mane of golden curls to flow freely over her shoulders, and the cowboy boots had also been switched for more practical black wrestling boots. Very simple black knee and elbow pads completed the blonde’s look.
Lamont had reached the ring by the time anyone in the production crew had worked out what to do. There was still no sign of an entrance theme, but the announcer hurriedly raised his mic to call “The challenger she hails from…uh…Corpus Christi, Texas, standing at five feet and…eight inches and weighing in tonight at…um…around one hundred and forty pounds? Please welcome…ISOBEL LAMONT!”
Although the crowd noise was somewhat less than welcoming it was surprisingly interested given that the audience knew very well whom this challenger worked for. But
‘Bel didn’t seem to show much interest either way, ignoring the FAWNatics as she slipped under the ropes and into the ring and made her way to referee Craig Long for a quick pre-match inspection.
With Long tending to the challenger’s pads and boots, the Announcer raised his mic. “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 Jack Daniels and the title she’d defended since plucking it from the grasp of one Kylie Sanders at last year‘s Mania, Harley Jo Collins herownself strode through the curtain and raised the leather and gold with one hand. Accepting their cheers with a small smile, the Countrycidal Maniac toasted the leather & gold with her drink, then took a long swig before heading down the ramp. As per usual her pre-match armor remained the same regardless of the weather, a pair of ancient denim overalls that’d accompanied her to no less than six continents.
Eyes honed on the big blonde Fixer, Harley Jo didn’t break her gaze while she climbed the steel steps, when she took a strong slug of her drink or even when she put a hand to her 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 one more time. Over on her side of the ring, ‘Bel cracked her knuckles and offered the champ a single curt nod, which Collins returned just before she tossed the belt to Craig Long and strolled to her corner.
Harley Jo hang back a tic or two after the bell rang. It wasn’t that she was intimidated by the Lightweight Champion’s muscle (hell, she’d been tossin’ Texas blondes around the ring for the last decade) but Lamont was a mostly unknown entity and that meant Collins would proceed with caution. As for ‘Bel herself, she was out with the CLANG, the curvaceous powerhouse cutting a line across the canvas like she damn well belonged here in the penultimate match at March to War.
The Tennessee Terror liked her for it, though not nearly enough to pull any punches when the time came.
Strolling out to greet the challenger so she couldn’t be confined in a corner, Harley stopped barely a foot shy of Lamont, then smiled when the other woman halved that distance with her last step. Head tilted just enough to remind ‘Bel of the two inch height advantage, HJC gave opposing jugg a single assessing glance before meeting Lamont’s gaze. “Your boss know you’re doing this, darlin’?”
“If she didn’t before, she does now.” ‘Bel replied. “And she’s not my boss. She’s my employer.”
Harley raised a palm in her foe’s direction. “No offense meant, girl. Considering the… disparity in your respective builds, I’d always wagered your arrangement was for your convenience and her necessity.”
‘Bel rolled her shoulders, the movement *just* bringing her chest into contact with Harley Jo’s. “I’m paid extremely well for my services. It’s far more lucrative than conven--”
Collins stepped into Lamont, the abruptness of it knocking the blonde back a step before she caught her balance and stormed into the miniature breach. Expression neutral despite the encroachment of that fulsome cleavage, Harley Jo noted, “Lucrative or not, you stepped out of Scotty’s shadow for the one match that’ll let you appear higher on the card. Bet she won’t like that very much. Or maybe she will, after she sees what I’m gonna do to HNNGGGHH!”
‘Bel whipped her arms around the brunette’s torso and bore down with a convulsive squeeze that had Collins’ breath leave her lungs in a single surprised puff. Knees bending the instant she locked her hands, Lamont-- THWHAP! The Vicious Volunteer smashed her forearms into ‘Bel’s ears to thwart the Suplex without actually escaping the Bear Hug. To that end she laced both hands across the base of Lamont’s skull and pulled her head down while simultaneously thum-thum-THUMPING a few Kneelifts into the newcomer’s formidable rack.
Scotty’s Heater grunted with each heavy impact, but rather than create any separation she caught the next strike in both arms and wrenched the brunette’s knee to chest level in hopes of dumping her to the canvas. Definitely a good idea, but Collins had her hooks too and that Muy Thai style clasp kept the champ vertical, albeit hopping.
“Got me, darlin’. Now what are you gonna do with me?” Harley Jo shifted her hands to twine Lamont’s hair between her fingers for a subtle, painful sort of pull that the ref wouldn’t catch without ‘Bel calling attention to it.
More than happy to play the champ’s game, the Texan trailed fingers across the underside of Collins’ upraised thigh and sank her nails deep into the dense meat. “Anything I damned well please, baby. Now are you going to stop pulling my hair like a little bytch or do I have to NNNNGGGGHH!”
HJC traded the neck clasp for a blatant one-handed hair pull, one that wrenched Lamont’s head back at an awkward angle. ‘Bel didn’t dare give up the brunette’s leg, meaning she was effectively defenseless when Harley Jo crooked her other arm into a stubby ‘V’ and drilled a Forearm Smash across the blonde’s cheek and nose. Lamont’s grip loosened enough for Collins to pump a truncated Kneelift into her tummy and that in turn let the brunette reclaim control of her leg.
Didn’t come for free though, ‘Bel clamped a hand on the scruff of Harley’s neck to hold her in place while she pwak-pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED more than half a dozen hooks into the champ’s tummy. Collins bared her teeth, started to pull away and got caught by the waistband for a retaliatory Kneelift immediately followed by a rough, possessive claw applied atop her navel. Indulging in a handful of hair now that she was on equal footing with the Witch of Razorback Holler, Lamont wrenched Harley Jo’s head to one side and growled, “How’s that medicine taste, Collins?” ‘Bel squeezed harder and twisted her wrist, all the better to gouge at the champ’s tummy. “That’s your own brand, isn’t it? Bet it tastes bitter, doesn’t OOFFFHH!”
Harley stuffed another knee into the blonde’s tummy, pulling free of the Belly Claw in the process. Unwilling to give ground as long as the Texan wanted to stand nose to nose, Collins hooked her right arm over Lamont’s chest and cupped the nape of her neck. It wasn’t a Half Nelson in the traditional sense, but with ‘Bel’s right bicep effectively draped over her shoulder it served the same purpose, as the crowd discovered when HJC THUMPED her foe’s midriff with the heaviest Kneelift yet. Lamont’s butt shot backward, unfortunately the distance didn’t last long because the Vicious Volunteer reached around with her free (left) hand to catch hold of ‘Bel’s trunks. She didn’t need to pull ‘em nearly as hard as she did, which was exactly why the brunette took such obvious pleasure in doing so.
HALF NELSON KNEELIFTS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7220LxhXF-8
Momentarily distracted by the creeping sting of the wedgie, Lamont stumbled closer to the IC champ and suffered three more Kneelifts for the lapse. More angered than hurt by the rough treatment, ‘Bel shouldered her way loose after the last impact and-- Collins snatched a handful of hair, jerked the Texan’s head a little lower (she was practically doubled over as it was) and drove a swift Hip Check into the side of her skull!
Knees undone by the blow, Lamont collapsed to all fours but might’ve risen sooner than later if Harley hadn’t dropped with her and collected another handful of hair.
“Keep off the hair, Harl.” Craig Long cajoled. “You know better than that.”
The Vicious Volunteer used it to pull ‘Bel into her lap, whereupon she abandoned the illegal grip in favor of a Half Nelson on the blonde’s left arm. “You hear that, Lamont? Craig here doesn’t think you’re tuff enough to take a little hair pulling without cryin‘ like a baby!” Harley Jo leaned back to put pressure on the Nelson, reached forward with her free hand and curled it over Lamont’s chin. Left hand gripping her right bicep for extra leverage, Collins gave the simple hold a rough shake and smiled when the blonde’s heels scraped a nonsense pattern on the mat. “Go on, girl. Tell the zebra you’re plenty tuff enough to hang with me.” You ARE tough, ain’t ya?”
FANCY ROUGHHOUSING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=poByScE5AiU
Snarling in displeasure, ‘Bel clawed and pulled at the Southerner’s right hand without making any real progress. “Do whatever you have to do, asshole. It still won’t be enough to EEERRRRRRHHHHH!”
HJC relinquished the Chinlock so she could fill that hand with the blonde’s left breast! “Sure you wanna give me that sort of autonomy, darlin’?” Collins drawled as she crushed, raked, kneaded, squeezed and generally mauled the challenger’s bounty. “Girls tend to have a way of gettin’ hurt when I can amuse myself however I--”
Lamont spun onto all fours, or rather three of four, as her left arm was still caught in the Half Nelson. Even so, it was an impressive show of strength and she certainly would’ve made it to her feet in short order if the Tennessee Terror hadn’t stepped over and sat down in the hollow of her back. Transitioning out of the Nelson to wrap that arm around her left thigh, Collins clenched her hands in a S-grip beneath the blonde’s chin and CRAAAAAAAANKED back on the Camel Clutch.
SINGLE ARM CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6NCZzEsvXj4
“Starting to see the difference between bodyguard and wrestler, ‘Bel?” Harley Jo asked. “Not so easy to throw your weight around when the opposition is actually paying attention to ya, is it?”
‘Bel smiled despite the pain in her neck and back. Squirming against Collins’ domineering weight, she grunted, “Actually, this is exactly what I want, honey. Gimme everything you got, that way there’s no excuses when I raise that title overheaNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHH!”
Harley Jo pulled on the Texan’s chin until Lamont was looking up into the champion’s face. “I appreciate the boldness of anyone jumpin’ right into the deep end, darlin’.” she cooed. “But this is not the kind of fight that comes without consequences. When you lose, this whole arena’s gonna KNOW you lost!” The Vicious Volunteer emphasized this point by driving the full weight of her rear into ‘Bel’s defenseless back.
“What do you say, ‘Bel?” Craig asked after several more seconds of wrenching earned a soft groan from the embattled blonde. “Need to call it a night?”
The question was still fresh on the air when Lamont wrested her left arm off of HJC’s thigh. Setting to work on the brunette’s fingers at once, ‘Bel muttered, “Don’t even think about it, Long. We’re just getting started, aren’t we Harley Jo?”
“I do believe you’re correct, darlin’.”
Sensing the blonde’s weight shifting beneath her, Collins abandoned the Chinlock for a big ‘ol handful of hair just as Isobel powered to all fours. Challenger and official complained about the illicit grip, but the Tennessee Terror knew exactly how much time she had within the confines of the rules and she only used a fraction of it rising to her full height. From there she raised her right foot, planted it between the penitent battler’s shoulders and pulled her hair that much harder. Craig was counting now, so Collins nodded sympathetically until ‘FOUR!’, then released the grip and stomped down to THWHUNK Lamont’s forehead into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
HAIR PULL CURB STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qt7e3V6Wd58
‘Bel’s noggin snapped back and she braced herself on one elbow so she assess the damage done to her nose with the other hand. Nothing seemed to be broken or bleeding, which was good, however this assessment meant her defenses were occupied when Collins hooked her fingers into the blonde’s nostrils and used the grip to haul her back to verticality! Scotty’s Heater protested this rough treatment with several sharp elbows to the midsection, but Harley Jo just shook the nasal hook from side to side before breaking it to slip an arm between the Texan’s legs.
An ‘ooooohhh’ from the crowd, not for any spectacular offense, but for the seemingly effortless way Collins muscled Lamont’s near hundred and fifty pounds across her shoulders for a Fireman’s Carry. The Witch of Razorback Holler didn’t have to say anything, she only turned in a circle to make sure everyone understood ‘Bel’s predicament before she ‘hupped’ her up and dropped to one kn-NOOOO!
‘Bel adjusted mid-descent to land on her feet with both hands planted against the would-be bludgeon of Harley Jo’s knee. PWAAAK! Lamont drilled a straight right hand to the brunette’s belly, then straightened up and palmed Collins’ noggin in both hands and slammed a Headbutt against the bridge of her nose. She’d expected Harley Jo to take a knee, but the champion stayed rooted to the spot and pounded a few body blows into her challenger’s tummy! Damned if she’d drop another exchange with the lanky veteran, Lamont reared back and THWHACKED Harley Jo across the tits with a stiff Forearm Smash!
“C’MON!” she barked in the other woman’s face. “I thought you wanted to fi--NNNGGGHH!”
Collins gave her a shove, followed up with a Big Boot that sent ‘Bel slopping into the ro--
Lamont bounced out at a dead run and earned a loud roar from the sold-out crowd when she FLOORED Collins with a Clothesline administered directly across the collarbone! Harley Jo rolled over, clambered to her knees and shook the cobwebs out before starting to rise. All told it took no more than a couple seconds, yet the delay proved intolerable for Lamont because she filled her hands with the brunette’s hair and assisted the effort with several effortful tugs. Once they were both vertical again she angled her right arm across Collins’ chest (cupping the nape of her neck with that hand) and dipped just enough to catch the IC champ behind the right knee with her left hand. From there she muscled the Southerner off the deck and charged the nearest corner whereupon reaching she BWUUUNGED HJC spine-first into the buckles!
Harley Jo groaned, made to hook an arm over the top rope but was foiled when ‘Bel pulled away and whipped around in a half circle. On the far side she went up on tiptoe, then dropped to a seat while simultaneously slinging the Vicious Volunteer forward and down for an emphatic Sit-Out Spinebuster! Collins landed flat and true so Lamont put splayed hands to her tummy while Craig and the rest of the crowd counted out…
SIT-OUT SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FxK1A1_WOIc
ONE…
TWO…
Harley Jo kicked free just after ‘TWO’, not close enough to call it a near-fall, but still plenty close enough to put a wide smile on ‘Bel’s face.
“Get up.” she smacked the back of Collins’ head, followed that with a quick shove. “I said up! Don’t make me drag your ass, honey.” Harley snarled, made it to one knee and went to shove the blonde away only to catch a quick Bionic Elbow to the crown of her skull. “Not gonna boss me around, Collins. Not gonna get big on me, either.” Lamont hauled the stunned brunette to boot-leather, sidled in against her left hip and curled her right arm around opposing waist. Sweeping HJC’s calves with her other hand, ‘Bel bundled the Tennessee Terror up under one arm then went up on tiptoe to make sure there was a little bit farther to fall when she dropped to one knee and THUNKED Collins’ spine atop her posted thigh. Harley Jo shuddered from top to bottom, alas she stayed rooted in the Texan’s clutches until Lamont stood up, flipped her backward and laid out, thus THWHAMMED her down on face, chest and belly courtesy an Inverted Gutwrench Suplex.
INVERTED GUTWRENCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YbiCTEfrjQ
Curling into herself on impact, Harley Jo offered only minimal resistance when ‘Bel bulled her onto her back and crashed down upon her with a miniature Splash good for…
ONE…
TWO…
Another strong ‘TWO!’ count saw Collins shoot her left arm into the air and immediately regret it because Lamont cinched her left arm around the brunette’s neck and squeeeeeeeeeeezed! Hands clenched to secure the Grounded Headlock, ‘Bel made it to a seat and scooted around so their bodies were arranged in a straight line with Lamont’s boots pointing toward one side of the ring and Collins’ pointed at the opposite side. Smiling as she compressed the champ’s noggin in the triangle of forearm, bicep and breast, the Heater noted, “Your face is awful red, honey. Are you ashamed, short of breath or both?”
The Witch of Razorback Holler prized and clawed at Lamont’s forearm without doing much to improve her lot in life. Amidst this effort she grunted, “Neither. It’s going to take a lot more than a little squeeze from an oversized errand girl to make me RRRHHHHHH!”
GROUNDED HEADLOCK AND KNUCKLE SANDWICH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RJvyWW7BZOk
‘Bel halved her grip, curled her right hand into a fist and grrrrrrrrrrround those knuckles against HJC’s left cheek and eye socket! Harley’s angry curse devolved into an infuriated hiss, though the brunette made no effort to get the ref’s attention. Rather she went after Lamont’s grinding hand, eventually snagging it ‘round the wrist so she could jab her thumb into the-- “NNNNNGGGGHHHH!” ‘Bel wrenched her hand away and pounded a single Hammer Punch into the side of her opponent’s skull.
“Watch the closed fists, ‘Bel!” Long warned as the challenger took stock of the situation.
“Seems to me you’ve got an inherent lack of respect for the skills I bring to the ring on a nightly basis.” Lamont told Collins as she scraped her off the canvas. “Let me explain something, honey. I’ll tolerate that sort of talk offa Scotty because she pays as well as she does. But you? You better watch your mouth, otherwise I might decide it needs to be wired shut.”
No sass forthcoming after that particular threat so Lamont got behind Collins and slung the Southerner’s left arm across the back of her neck. A Half Waistlock and a bracing hand on the back of HJC’s left thigh came next, those hooks providing more than enough support to muscle the IC champ up onto the ball of ‘Bel’s right shoulder for a Backdrop SupNOPE! Lamont dropped to her knees, resulting in a short descent that ended with Collins’ back THUMPED against her foe’s encroaching shoulder!
KNEELING BACKDROP BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qwP7uEuk2bo
Harley Jo rolled away as soon as she hit the deck only to stop a short distance away facedown on her stomach with one hand pressed to her injured vertebrae. On one knee after the clever Backbreaker, ‘Bel crawled over to the vulnerable champion and slid an arm beneath one bicep, but rather than flip Collins over she used it to muscle the other woman to all fours. Nocking Harley Jo’s head beneath her arm, Lamont captured the other arm in similar fashion and clasped her hands to complete the Double Underhook.
“Anything to say now?” she gave the hold a rough shake as she returned to her feet, thus forcing Collins to do the same. “That’s what I tho--”
The Vicious Volunteer plowed forward without warning, forcing Lamont to backpedal until she BWUUUNGED into the nearest set of turnbuckles. As for Harley Jo, she continued to drive through the Texan, just tenderizing ‘Bel’s midsection with a series of truncated Shoulderblocks in the hope that the ref would be forced to enforce the--
“UUUNNNNGGHH!” Lamont attacked that exposed midsection with a violent Kneelift that disrupted the champion’s momentum just long enough to convince her the tactic was worth repeating. Smiling now, ‘Bel thum-thum-THUMPED those blasts into Collins’ ribs and belly until she could power the both of ‘em back out to the center of the ring. “Remember what I said about your best not being enough?” ‘Bel gave the Butterfly Lock a quick shake. “That’s exactly what I meant.”
“You ain’t seen my best yet, darlin’.” Harley Jo grunted. “Still not sure you’re worth WHOOOOAAAAAAAAH!”
Scotty’s Heater muscled the Tennessee Terror into the air and began to spin ‘round and ‘round, an impressive variant on the Giant Swing that saw Collins stretched out full length for about five and a half rotations before the challenger slowed enough for HJC to regain her feet. Didn’t last long though, as ‘Bel immediately popped her hips to take the taller woman up, over and DOWN onto her back with a resounding Butterfly Suplex. Floating over into a Crossbody immediately thereafter, Lamont hooked the far leg and nodded along for the…
BUTTERFLY SWING & SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GiO7L5qkDck
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Harley Jo got a hand on ‘Bel’s chin and shoved her away with perhaps half a second to spare. The Texan frowned but didn’t question the count, choosing instead to haul her opponent up for more punishment. And ‘up’ proved to be the operative word, as Lamont secured Collins for a Vertical Suplex and hoisted her all the way to high noon. Seizing the most of this opportunity to remind the rest of the roster that she was far more than Zoë Scott’s hired muscle, ‘Bel didn’t immediately drop back, rather she kept HJC swaying in place long enough for the crowd to pick up on what she wanted. ‘ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE… TEN!’
Lamont slung the brunette back the way she’d came, Collins somehow possessing the wherewithal to land on her feet. Didn’t do a damned bit of good in this instance alas, as ‘Bel immediately THWHACKED her across the jaw with an Elbow Smash!
SUPLEX FEIGNED ELBOW SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4_D_zL3kUQ0
Harley Jo hit the deck in a heap, rolled onto her stomach and clambered to all fours as she made her way to the ropes. The relative speed of the brunette’s progress irked ‘Bel more than she cared to admit, so she backed off a few paces, then charged and took to the skies to bring every bit of her weight THWHAMMING down across the IC Champion’s exposed back! Caught between a rock and a hard place by the impromptu Splash, Collins only wheezed when Lamont shot the Half Nelson and snuggled in atop her for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Craig stopped counting for no reason ‘Bel could fathom until she looked up and saw the Witch of Razorback Holler had grabbed hold of the bottom strand. “Rookie mistake, darlin’.” Collins grunted. “Next one’s gonna cost a whole lot OOOOOFFFFHHH!”
Lamont straightened up, laced her hands overhead and buried a Double Axehandle deep in the brunette’s belly. “What about shooting your mouth off when you’re defenseless?” the challenger barked. “Seems like a pretty stupid mistake to--”
“All right ‘Bel, back it off. She’s in the ropes.”
“No shyt.” ‘Bel pushed to verticality and backed away, though she made sure to jab the toe of one boot into Harley Jo’s ribs in the process.
Collins ignored the slight so she could get to her feet in relative peace. Settling back against the strands, she indulged in several deep breaths without taking her eyes off the blonde. “Kicking a girl when she’s down, huh?” she rasped. “Tell me, is that bit of cowardice something you learned from Scott or does it come naturally to Tex--”
Lamont juked around the referee on a beeline for HJC, one hand already outstretched to clamp down on-- CRAAACK! Harley Jo turned her head with a Slap stiff enough to rock the challenger back on her heels. Ignoring the ‘f*ck, you doing?’ look she got from Long, the Tennessee Terror drawled, “So I guess you’re not a Dennehy cousin a couple times removed, huh? Those girls were dumber than a bag of hammers but at least they could soak up a slap without bursting into tea--”
Lamont charged showing Lariat but damned if Collins didn’t dip low and stuff a shoulder into her belly. Straightening up even as ‘Bel crumpled around her, Harley Jo bodied the big blonde over the top rope with a Back Body Drop worthy of the-- Perhaps realizing she’d been played for a sucker, ‘Bel caught her bearings in mid-ascent and managed to grab the top rope in both hands. This tether proved enough to guide her into a remarkably smooth landing on the apron.
Unfortunately the thump of her boots and the ‘OOOOHHH!’ of the crowd meant her escape was anything but clandestine and Harley Jo was ready and waiting with a Forearm Smash leveled at her tempNO! Lamont blocked the shot, snatched a handful of hair and THUNKED a Headbutt between the Southerner’s eyes! Collins stumbled without giving much ground, so ‘Bel fetched her a retaliatory Slap, then grabbed the top rope and leaaaaaaaned all the way back when the Vicious Volunteer cleared off. Lamont threw herself over the strands as soon as there was sufficient room, the big blonde Fixer leading with a huge Shoulderblock that--
Harley Jo pivoted in and brought her right knee that THUMPED ‘Bel square in the chest! Frozen near the apex of her arc, Lamont’s ankles came down on the rubber-coated steel and she would’ve landed on top of her head if Harley Jo hadn’t caught her noggin in a Front Facelock. Strengthening her position with a handful of the blonde’s waistband, HJC dipped her knees and muscled Lamont overhead, then turned in a wobbly half circle and went down on one knee to spike opposing tummy atop the bony joint! ‘Bel gave voice to an ugly gasp as she bounced away from Collins’ knee, the Destroyer class lovely reduced to little more than old-lady wheezing by the time the Intercontinental Champion slid into place across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
SUPLEX LIFTED GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mELz9-K3Lkg
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lamont sat up with authority, roughly forcing a hand into Harley Jo’s face to create a little space. This proved a success in the (extremely) short term, alas Collins brushed it aside immediately thereafter and made the Texan pay with three rapid-fire punches to the belly. “Bytch.” ‘Bel clambered to one knee, grabbed a handful of hair. “You’re not gonna beat me to the boNNNNGGGHHH!”
Harley Jo landed a single sharp Bionic Elbow to Lamont’s pate to free her own locks from the challenger’s grasp. “I’ll beat you however I damned well need to.” the Tennessee Terror admitted in the midst of scraping ‘Bel off the deck. “And I’ll use any means, fair or foul, that strike my fancy. Like this, for instance.” Collins slung Lamont’s near arm across her shoulders, clamped down on a Front Facelock and collected a handful of trunks to finish her preparation. Feet set apart, knees slightly bent, HJC hoisted her foe to high noon for a second go ‘round and this time she kept her there long enough for the crowd to start a count. ‘ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE…’ ‘SIX!’ was on the way when Collins stomped over to the edge and dropped ‘Bel gut-first across the top rope!
Most of Harley Jo’s previous adversaries were left folded in half like a dishrag after this abrupt descent while a few grabbed hold of the traitorous strands long enough to guide their way to an awkward finish on the apron. None, so far as anyone could tell, had EVER bounced up and in like Lamont did, the gut-shot Fixer effectively tumbling through an involuntary Senton before she THWHUMPED flat on the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Collins’ face betrayed surprise but no dismay, indeed she spun on one heel and ran the ropes to ensure she had a full head of steam before she took to the skies and stretched out full length to THAWHAM every bit of her weight atop the blonde’s fluttering belly! The Witch of Razorback Holler wasn’t known to finish her prey with a Splash, yet that didn’t stop her from catching both of Lamont’s legs and pointing her rump toward the rafters with a Back Press good for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
‘Bel kicked clear of the lanky battler’s clutches, but barely sat up before she crisscrossed both arms against her welted ribs. She was still trying to catch her breath when Harley Jo cupped both ears and drew her to verticality in a series of hard-hearted jerks and tugs. Give Lamont credit, she didn’t just try to clinch, she legit swept the IC Champion into her arms for an emphatic squeeze, but Collins ended the confinement with a few sharp punches to the blonde’s kidneys.
“Goddammit!” ‘Bel reached for the Southerner’s hair, got caught up in some rough hand-fighting instead. “Keep away from my ribs, you sadistic UUUNNNNNGGGGHH!”
HJC gave Lamont her hair only to step in and THUMP a hip into the other wrestler’s tummy. “You don’t want girls going after you ribs, darlin’?” the Vicious Volunteer snaked an arm between ‘Bel’s stems, clasped a handful of buttock and scooped her onto one shoulder. With Lamont’s attention divided between respiration and escape, Harley Jo strode over to the far corner and wedged her into the buckles, whereupon she carefully folded the blonde’s shins beneath the top turnbuckle to secure her to the Tree of Woe. Taking careful stock of every welt and scrape on the cartography of her foe’s midsection, the brunette murmured, “Try not to make them look so f*cking tasty.”
Unfortunately for Lamont the IC champ was clearly ravenous because she took the middle rope in both hands and used it as a tether to get as much space between her and the blonde. Then she lunged forward and BURIED her right shoulder in ‘Bel’s navel! Scotty’s Heater ‘ooofffhed’, made to grab at Collins’ wrists and took another Shoulderblock for her troubles. In fact she took about half a dozen more before Craig Long hurried over and told the brunette, “Clear off, Harley. ‘Bel’s in the ropes.”
Collins surprised him by raising both hands to shoulder level as she took a couple steps. “I cannot argue that, Long. Just as you cannot argue that I obeyed your command without asking for a count.”
Craig arched an eyebrow, he didn’t much care for Harley Jo’s tone. “I suppose I can’t.” he agreed. “But why does that ma--” Collins literally ran from the answer, the lithesome Destroyer peeling off a quick one-eighty to lope to the opposite corner. The FAWNatics knew what was coming, as did Craig and ‘Bel herself, not that it made the inevitable any easier when Harley Jo stormed back to start and SMASHED the meaty expanse of her right thigh across the challenger’s damaged belly. ‘Bel let out a near silent groan as she loosened up enough to slop from the Tree to the canvas in a boneless near-starfish.
TREE OF WOE KNEELIFT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y84dxDnj3uU
Said shape grew a bit more defined when Collins secured her at wrist and ankle and dragged her a short distance from the crash site. Dropping her prizes once the position was to her satisfaction, Harley Jo backed to center ring and once again rushed the corner. ‘Bel didn’t see her coming but she saw the brunette skip overhead en route to the second rope and that information provided just enough impetus for her to cross both arms over her abdo--THWHAM! Collins brought her near hundred & fifty pounds to bear on ‘Bel’s ribs with a picture perfect Rebound Splash! Lamont’s legs didn’t kick up and Harley Jo didn’t rear back on her knees, she merely hooked the far leg and drew it up to the blonde’s chin to finish another successful defense with the…
REBOUND SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6jQGldD0liE
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
‘Bel kicked out and made it to one knee, though she had to clutch the middle rope to keep from crumpling onto her side. Genuinely impressed with the challenger’s resilience, Harley Jo cleared off by several steps to give ‘Bel the allotted time to catch her brea-- the Texan stood up and lurched toward the Tennessee Terror, beckoning Harley to meet her as she did so. “Cuuuhh… c’mon honey.” Lamont rasped. “We’re not finished.”
“You can barely stand.” Collins answered bluntly. “Take that stubborn ass back to the ropes and catch your wind otherwise I’ll--”
‘Bel hurled herself at Harley Jo with a Spear that--
Collins stepped back as she closed in, snatched a single handful of hair and THWHONKED a Kneelift between Lamont’s eyes. The challenger went down in a heap but didn’t stay there long because Harley Jo dropped to one knee, slipped her hands under ‘Bel’s biceps and hauled her back up via the Double Underhook. Oddly quiet in the face of a thunderous roar from those assembled, the Vicious Volunteer gathered her strength to flip ‘Bel upside down one more time. She’d made a point to show off Hailey Kennedy from this position at Heartbroken, tonight she only went up tiptoe to make sure she’d get every inch of height outta the drop when she swung Lamont down and laid out on her back with both knees drawn tight to her chest!
ACE OF SPADES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZrshSobqt1M
‘Bel bounced away from the champ’s knees like she was a lightweight but she landed with a resounding THUD that betrayed her Destroyer status. A short distance removed, Harley Jo crawled over to the blonde, collected both legs and folded her in half, Collins pointing ‘Bel’s butt at the lights like she thought the devastated Texan would kick out anytime during the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Harley released the Back Press, rolled to one knee and opened her mouth to say something before she silenced it for the Announcer’s confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Intercontinental Champion… HARLEY JO COLLINS!”
Harley Jo stood up, accepted the strap from Long and allowed him to raise her hand. Once that tradition was observed, she turned her attention to the camera and said, “Right here is where I’d usually make a challenge to my next opponent, but tonight I’ve got a specific message, one for our esteemed Lightweight Champion. Zoë Scott… Scotty… can I call you Scotty? Nevermind, I’ll just call you darlin’. Darlin’, whatever you’re paying Lamont? Double it. Better yet, triple it. If you’re lucky that’ll be enough to keep her doin’ your dirty work for a little while longer. Because the instant she realizes there’s more to FAWN than watching your pampered little ass? You… and the rest of this roster, is gonna be in serious trouble.”
Lowering the mic for a second, the Announcer paused to let the buzz of the crowd reach fever pitch.The FAWNatics happily obliged, but that might well have had something to do with the woman who appeared through the curtain, apparently unexpected and as yet unannounced, and marched down the ramp towards the ring. She had no entrance music for accompaniment, and in fact the main noise surrounding her seemed to be a combination of recognition, surprise, and confusion from the fans…after all, she had already been ringside for most of the previous match.
ISOBEL LAMONT
The Fixer had apparently carried out a very quick wardrobe change, so fast in fact that a cameraman had to hurry out from behind the curtain in an attempt to capture her fleeting form. For her first ever solo match in a FAWN ring Lamont was clad in a simple black sports bra which had no chance of containing that bounteous chest and a pair of double-thick lycra shorts hugged closely to the curves of her hips. The previously ever-present Stetson was gone, ‘Bel allowing that mane of golden curls to flow freely over her shoulders, and the cowboy boots had also been switched for more practical black wrestling boots. Very simple black knee and elbow pads completed the blonde’s look.
Lamont had reached the ring by the time anyone in the production crew had worked out what to do. There was still no sign of an entrance theme, but the announcer hurriedly raised his mic to call “The challenger she hails from…uh…Corpus Christi, Texas, standing at five feet and…eight inches and weighing in tonight at…um…around one hundred and forty pounds? Please welcome…ISOBEL LAMONT!”
Although the crowd noise was somewhat less than welcoming it was surprisingly interested given that the audience knew very well whom this challenger worked for. But
‘Bel didn’t seem to show much interest either way, ignoring the FAWNatics as she slipped under the ropes and into the ring and made her way to referee Craig Long for a quick pre-match inspection.
With Long tending to the challenger’s pads and boots, the Announcer raised his mic. “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 Jack Daniels and the title she’d defended since plucking it from the grasp of one Kylie Sanders at last year‘s Mania, Harley Jo Collins herownself strode through the curtain and raised the leather and gold with one hand. Accepting their cheers with a small smile, the Countrycidal Maniac toasted the leather & gold with her drink, then took a long swig before heading down the ramp. As per usual her pre-match armor remained the same regardless of the weather, a pair of ancient denim overalls that’d accompanied her to no less than six continents.
Eyes honed on the big blonde Fixer, Harley Jo didn’t break her gaze while she climbed the steel steps, when she took a strong slug of her drink or even when she put a hand to her 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 one more time. Over on her side of the ring, ‘Bel cracked her knuckles and offered the champ a single curt nod, which Collins returned just before she tossed the belt to Craig Long and strolled to her corner.
Harley Jo hang back a tic or two after the bell rang. It wasn’t that she was intimidated by the Lightweight Champion’s muscle (hell, she’d been tossin’ Texas blondes around the ring for the last decade) but Lamont was a mostly unknown entity and that meant Collins would proceed with caution. As for ‘Bel herself, she was out with the CLANG, the curvaceous powerhouse cutting a line across the canvas like she damn well belonged here in the penultimate match at March to War.
The Tennessee Terror liked her for it, though not nearly enough to pull any punches when the time came.
Strolling out to greet the challenger so she couldn’t be confined in a corner, Harley stopped barely a foot shy of Lamont, then smiled when the other woman halved that distance with her last step. Head tilted just enough to remind ‘Bel of the two inch height advantage, HJC gave opposing jugg a single assessing glance before meeting Lamont’s gaze. “Your boss know you’re doing this, darlin’?”
“If she didn’t before, she does now.” ‘Bel replied. “And she’s not my boss. She’s my employer.”
Harley raised a palm in her foe’s direction. “No offense meant, girl. Considering the… disparity in your respective builds, I’d always wagered your arrangement was for your convenience and her necessity.”
‘Bel rolled her shoulders, the movement *just* bringing her chest into contact with Harley Jo’s. “I’m paid extremely well for my services. It’s far more lucrative than conven--”
Collins stepped into Lamont, the abruptness of it knocking the blonde back a step before she caught her balance and stormed into the miniature breach. Expression neutral despite the encroachment of that fulsome cleavage, Harley Jo noted, “Lucrative or not, you stepped out of Scotty’s shadow for the one match that’ll let you appear higher on the card. Bet she won’t like that very much. Or maybe she will, after she sees what I’m gonna do to HNNGGGHH!”
‘Bel whipped her arms around the brunette’s torso and bore down with a convulsive squeeze that had Collins’ breath leave her lungs in a single surprised puff. Knees bending the instant she locked her hands, Lamont-- THWHAP! The Vicious Volunteer smashed her forearms into ‘Bel’s ears to thwart the Suplex without actually escaping the Bear Hug. To that end she laced both hands across the base of Lamont’s skull and pulled her head down while simultaneously thum-thum-THUMPING a few Kneelifts into the newcomer’s formidable rack.
Scotty’s Heater grunted with each heavy impact, but rather than create any separation she caught the next strike in both arms and wrenched the brunette’s knee to chest level in hopes of dumping her to the canvas. Definitely a good idea, but Collins had her hooks too and that Muy Thai style clasp kept the champ vertical, albeit hopping.
“Got me, darlin’. Now what are you gonna do with me?” Harley Jo shifted her hands to twine Lamont’s hair between her fingers for a subtle, painful sort of pull that the ref wouldn’t catch without ‘Bel calling attention to it.
More than happy to play the champ’s game, the Texan trailed fingers across the underside of Collins’ upraised thigh and sank her nails deep into the dense meat. “Anything I damned well please, baby. Now are you going to stop pulling my hair like a little bytch or do I have to NNNNGGGGHH!”
HJC traded the neck clasp for a blatant one-handed hair pull, one that wrenched Lamont’s head back at an awkward angle. ‘Bel didn’t dare give up the brunette’s leg, meaning she was effectively defenseless when Harley Jo crooked her other arm into a stubby ‘V’ and drilled a Forearm Smash across the blonde’s cheek and nose. Lamont’s grip loosened enough for Collins to pump a truncated Kneelift into her tummy and that in turn let the brunette reclaim control of her leg.
Didn’t come for free though, ‘Bel clamped a hand on the scruff of Harley’s neck to hold her in place while she pwak-pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED more than half a dozen hooks into the champ’s tummy. Collins bared her teeth, started to pull away and got caught by the waistband for a retaliatory Kneelift immediately followed by a rough, possessive claw applied atop her navel. Indulging in a handful of hair now that she was on equal footing with the Witch of Razorback Holler, Lamont wrenched Harley Jo’s head to one side and growled, “How’s that medicine taste, Collins?” ‘Bel squeezed harder and twisted her wrist, all the better to gouge at the champ’s tummy. “That’s your own brand, isn’t it? Bet it tastes bitter, doesn’t OOFFFHH!”
Harley stuffed another knee into the blonde’s tummy, pulling free of the Belly Claw in the process. Unwilling to give ground as long as the Texan wanted to stand nose to nose, Collins hooked her right arm over Lamont’s chest and cupped the nape of her neck. It wasn’t a Half Nelson in the traditional sense, but with ‘Bel’s right bicep effectively draped over her shoulder it served the same purpose, as the crowd discovered when HJC THUMPED her foe’s midriff with the heaviest Kneelift yet. Lamont’s butt shot backward, unfortunately the distance didn’t last long because the Vicious Volunteer reached around with her free (left) hand to catch hold of ‘Bel’s trunks. She didn’t need to pull ‘em nearly as hard as she did, which was exactly why the brunette took such obvious pleasure in doing so.
HALF NELSON KNEELIFTS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7220LxhXF-8
Momentarily distracted by the creeping sting of the wedgie, Lamont stumbled closer to the IC champ and suffered three more Kneelifts for the lapse. More angered than hurt by the rough treatment, ‘Bel shouldered her way loose after the last impact and-- Collins snatched a handful of hair, jerked the Texan’s head a little lower (she was practically doubled over as it was) and drove a swift Hip Check into the side of her skull!
Knees undone by the blow, Lamont collapsed to all fours but might’ve risen sooner than later if Harley hadn’t dropped with her and collected another handful of hair.
“Keep off the hair, Harl.” Craig Long cajoled. “You know better than that.”
The Vicious Volunteer used it to pull ‘Bel into her lap, whereupon she abandoned the illegal grip in favor of a Half Nelson on the blonde’s left arm. “You hear that, Lamont? Craig here doesn’t think you’re tuff enough to take a little hair pulling without cryin‘ like a baby!” Harley Jo leaned back to put pressure on the Nelson, reached forward with her free hand and curled it over Lamont’s chin. Left hand gripping her right bicep for extra leverage, Collins gave the simple hold a rough shake and smiled when the blonde’s heels scraped a nonsense pattern on the mat. “Go on, girl. Tell the zebra you’re plenty tuff enough to hang with me.” You ARE tough, ain’t ya?”
FANCY ROUGHHOUSING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=poByScE5AiU
Snarling in displeasure, ‘Bel clawed and pulled at the Southerner’s right hand without making any real progress. “Do whatever you have to do, asshole. It still won’t be enough to EEERRRRRRHHHHH!”
HJC relinquished the Chinlock so she could fill that hand with the blonde’s left breast! “Sure you wanna give me that sort of autonomy, darlin’?” Collins drawled as she crushed, raked, kneaded, squeezed and generally mauled the challenger’s bounty. “Girls tend to have a way of gettin’ hurt when I can amuse myself however I--”
Lamont spun onto all fours, or rather three of four, as her left arm was still caught in the Half Nelson. Even so, it was an impressive show of strength and she certainly would’ve made it to her feet in short order if the Tennessee Terror hadn’t stepped over and sat down in the hollow of her back. Transitioning out of the Nelson to wrap that arm around her left thigh, Collins clenched her hands in a S-grip beneath the blonde’s chin and CRAAAAAAAANKED back on the Camel Clutch.
SINGLE ARM CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6NCZzEsvXj4
“Starting to see the difference between bodyguard and wrestler, ‘Bel?” Harley Jo asked. “Not so easy to throw your weight around when the opposition is actually paying attention to ya, is it?”
‘Bel smiled despite the pain in her neck and back. Squirming against Collins’ domineering weight, she grunted, “Actually, this is exactly what I want, honey. Gimme everything you got, that way there’s no excuses when I raise that title overheaNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHH!”
Harley Jo pulled on the Texan’s chin until Lamont was looking up into the champion’s face. “I appreciate the boldness of anyone jumpin’ right into the deep end, darlin’.” she cooed. “But this is not the kind of fight that comes without consequences. When you lose, this whole arena’s gonna KNOW you lost!” The Vicious Volunteer emphasized this point by driving the full weight of her rear into ‘Bel’s defenseless back.
“What do you say, ‘Bel?” Craig asked after several more seconds of wrenching earned a soft groan from the embattled blonde. “Need to call it a night?”
The question was still fresh on the air when Lamont wrested her left arm off of HJC’s thigh. Setting to work on the brunette’s fingers at once, ‘Bel muttered, “Don’t even think about it, Long. We’re just getting started, aren’t we Harley Jo?”
“I do believe you’re correct, darlin’.”
Sensing the blonde’s weight shifting beneath her, Collins abandoned the Chinlock for a big ‘ol handful of hair just as Isobel powered to all fours. Challenger and official complained about the illicit grip, but the Tennessee Terror knew exactly how much time she had within the confines of the rules and she only used a fraction of it rising to her full height. From there she raised her right foot, planted it between the penitent battler’s shoulders and pulled her hair that much harder. Craig was counting now, so Collins nodded sympathetically until ‘FOUR!’, then released the grip and stomped down to THWHUNK Lamont’s forehead into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
HAIR PULL CURB STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qt7e3V6Wd58
‘Bel’s noggin snapped back and she braced herself on one elbow so she assess the damage done to her nose with the other hand. Nothing seemed to be broken or bleeding, which was good, however this assessment meant her defenses were occupied when Collins hooked her fingers into the blonde’s nostrils and used the grip to haul her back to verticality! Scotty’s Heater protested this rough treatment with several sharp elbows to the midsection, but Harley Jo just shook the nasal hook from side to side before breaking it to slip an arm between the Texan’s legs.
An ‘ooooohhh’ from the crowd, not for any spectacular offense, but for the seemingly effortless way Collins muscled Lamont’s near hundred and fifty pounds across her shoulders for a Fireman’s Carry. The Witch of Razorback Holler didn’t have to say anything, she only turned in a circle to make sure everyone understood ‘Bel’s predicament before she ‘hupped’ her up and dropped to one kn-NOOOO!
‘Bel adjusted mid-descent to land on her feet with both hands planted against the would-be bludgeon of Harley Jo’s knee. PWAAAK! Lamont drilled a straight right hand to the brunette’s belly, then straightened up and palmed Collins’ noggin in both hands and slammed a Headbutt against the bridge of her nose. She’d expected Harley Jo to take a knee, but the champion stayed rooted to the spot and pounded a few body blows into her challenger’s tummy! Damned if she’d drop another exchange with the lanky veteran, Lamont reared back and THWHACKED Harley Jo across the tits with a stiff Forearm Smash!
“C’MON!” she barked in the other woman’s face. “I thought you wanted to fi--NNNGGGHH!”
Collins gave her a shove, followed up with a Big Boot that sent ‘Bel slopping into the ro--
Lamont bounced out at a dead run and earned a loud roar from the sold-out crowd when she FLOORED Collins with a Clothesline administered directly across the collarbone! Harley Jo rolled over, clambered to her knees and shook the cobwebs out before starting to rise. All told it took no more than a couple seconds, yet the delay proved intolerable for Lamont because she filled her hands with the brunette’s hair and assisted the effort with several effortful tugs. Once they were both vertical again she angled her right arm across Collins’ chest (cupping the nape of her neck with that hand) and dipped just enough to catch the IC champ behind the right knee with her left hand. From there she muscled the Southerner off the deck and charged the nearest corner whereupon reaching she BWUUUNGED HJC spine-first into the buckles!
Harley Jo groaned, made to hook an arm over the top rope but was foiled when ‘Bel pulled away and whipped around in a half circle. On the far side she went up on tiptoe, then dropped to a seat while simultaneously slinging the Vicious Volunteer forward and down for an emphatic Sit-Out Spinebuster! Collins landed flat and true so Lamont put splayed hands to her tummy while Craig and the rest of the crowd counted out…
SIT-OUT SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FxK1A1_WOIc
ONE…
TWO…
Harley Jo kicked free just after ‘TWO’, not close enough to call it a near-fall, but still plenty close enough to put a wide smile on ‘Bel’s face.
“Get up.” she smacked the back of Collins’ head, followed that with a quick shove. “I said up! Don’t make me drag your ass, honey.” Harley snarled, made it to one knee and went to shove the blonde away only to catch a quick Bionic Elbow to the crown of her skull. “Not gonna boss me around, Collins. Not gonna get big on me, either.” Lamont hauled the stunned brunette to boot-leather, sidled in against her left hip and curled her right arm around opposing waist. Sweeping HJC’s calves with her other hand, ‘Bel bundled the Tennessee Terror up under one arm then went up on tiptoe to make sure there was a little bit farther to fall when she dropped to one knee and THUNKED Collins’ spine atop her posted thigh. Harley Jo shuddered from top to bottom, alas she stayed rooted in the Texan’s clutches until Lamont stood up, flipped her backward and laid out, thus THWHAMMED her down on face, chest and belly courtesy an Inverted Gutwrench Suplex.
INVERTED GUTWRENCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YbiCTEfrjQ
Curling into herself on impact, Harley Jo offered only minimal resistance when ‘Bel bulled her onto her back and crashed down upon her with a miniature Splash good for…
ONE…
TWO…
Another strong ‘TWO!’ count saw Collins shoot her left arm into the air and immediately regret it because Lamont cinched her left arm around the brunette’s neck and squeeeeeeeeeeezed! Hands clenched to secure the Grounded Headlock, ‘Bel made it to a seat and scooted around so their bodies were arranged in a straight line with Lamont’s boots pointing toward one side of the ring and Collins’ pointed at the opposite side. Smiling as she compressed the champ’s noggin in the triangle of forearm, bicep and breast, the Heater noted, “Your face is awful red, honey. Are you ashamed, short of breath or both?”
The Witch of Razorback Holler prized and clawed at Lamont’s forearm without doing much to improve her lot in life. Amidst this effort she grunted, “Neither. It’s going to take a lot more than a little squeeze from an oversized errand girl to make me RRRHHHHHH!”
GROUNDED HEADLOCK AND KNUCKLE SANDWICH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RJvyWW7BZOk
‘Bel halved her grip, curled her right hand into a fist and grrrrrrrrrrround those knuckles against HJC’s left cheek and eye socket! Harley’s angry curse devolved into an infuriated hiss, though the brunette made no effort to get the ref’s attention. Rather she went after Lamont’s grinding hand, eventually snagging it ‘round the wrist so she could jab her thumb into the-- “NNNNNGGGGHHHH!” ‘Bel wrenched her hand away and pounded a single Hammer Punch into the side of her opponent’s skull.
“Watch the closed fists, ‘Bel!” Long warned as the challenger took stock of the situation.
“Seems to me you’ve got an inherent lack of respect for the skills I bring to the ring on a nightly basis.” Lamont told Collins as she scraped her off the canvas. “Let me explain something, honey. I’ll tolerate that sort of talk offa Scotty because she pays as well as she does. But you? You better watch your mouth, otherwise I might decide it needs to be wired shut.”
No sass forthcoming after that particular threat so Lamont got behind Collins and slung the Southerner’s left arm across the back of her neck. A Half Waistlock and a bracing hand on the back of HJC’s left thigh came next, those hooks providing more than enough support to muscle the IC champ up onto the ball of ‘Bel’s right shoulder for a Backdrop SupNOPE! Lamont dropped to her knees, resulting in a short descent that ended with Collins’ back THUMPED against her foe’s encroaching shoulder!
KNEELING BACKDROP BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qwP7uEuk2bo
Harley Jo rolled away as soon as she hit the deck only to stop a short distance away facedown on her stomach with one hand pressed to her injured vertebrae. On one knee after the clever Backbreaker, ‘Bel crawled over to the vulnerable champion and slid an arm beneath one bicep, but rather than flip Collins over she used it to muscle the other woman to all fours. Nocking Harley Jo’s head beneath her arm, Lamont captured the other arm in similar fashion and clasped her hands to complete the Double Underhook.
“Anything to say now?” she gave the hold a rough shake as she returned to her feet, thus forcing Collins to do the same. “That’s what I tho--”
The Vicious Volunteer plowed forward without warning, forcing Lamont to backpedal until she BWUUUNGED into the nearest set of turnbuckles. As for Harley Jo, she continued to drive through the Texan, just tenderizing ‘Bel’s midsection with a series of truncated Shoulderblocks in the hope that the ref would be forced to enforce the--
“UUUNNNNGGHH!” Lamont attacked that exposed midsection with a violent Kneelift that disrupted the champion’s momentum just long enough to convince her the tactic was worth repeating. Smiling now, ‘Bel thum-thum-THUMPED those blasts into Collins’ ribs and belly until she could power the both of ‘em back out to the center of the ring. “Remember what I said about your best not being enough?” ‘Bel gave the Butterfly Lock a quick shake. “That’s exactly what I meant.”
“You ain’t seen my best yet, darlin’.” Harley Jo grunted. “Still not sure you’re worth WHOOOOAAAAAAAAH!”
Scotty’s Heater muscled the Tennessee Terror into the air and began to spin ‘round and ‘round, an impressive variant on the Giant Swing that saw Collins stretched out full length for about five and a half rotations before the challenger slowed enough for HJC to regain her feet. Didn’t last long though, as ‘Bel immediately popped her hips to take the taller woman up, over and DOWN onto her back with a resounding Butterfly Suplex. Floating over into a Crossbody immediately thereafter, Lamont hooked the far leg and nodded along for the…
BUTTERFLY SWING & SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GiO7L5qkDck
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Harley Jo got a hand on ‘Bel’s chin and shoved her away with perhaps half a second to spare. The Texan frowned but didn’t question the count, choosing instead to haul her opponent up for more punishment. And ‘up’ proved to be the operative word, as Lamont secured Collins for a Vertical Suplex and hoisted her all the way to high noon. Seizing the most of this opportunity to remind the rest of the roster that she was far more than Zoë Scott’s hired muscle, ‘Bel didn’t immediately drop back, rather she kept HJC swaying in place long enough for the crowd to pick up on what she wanted. ‘ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE… TEN!’
Lamont slung the brunette back the way she’d came, Collins somehow possessing the wherewithal to land on her feet. Didn’t do a damned bit of good in this instance alas, as ‘Bel immediately THWHACKED her across the jaw with an Elbow Smash!
SUPLEX FEIGNED ELBOW SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4_D_zL3kUQ0
Harley Jo hit the deck in a heap, rolled onto her stomach and clambered to all fours as she made her way to the ropes. The relative speed of the brunette’s progress irked ‘Bel more than she cared to admit, so she backed off a few paces, then charged and took to the skies to bring every bit of her weight THWHAMMING down across the IC Champion’s exposed back! Caught between a rock and a hard place by the impromptu Splash, Collins only wheezed when Lamont shot the Half Nelson and snuggled in atop her for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Craig stopped counting for no reason ‘Bel could fathom until she looked up and saw the Witch of Razorback Holler had grabbed hold of the bottom strand. “Rookie mistake, darlin’.” Collins grunted. “Next one’s gonna cost a whole lot OOOOOFFFFHHH!”
Lamont straightened up, laced her hands overhead and buried a Double Axehandle deep in the brunette’s belly. “What about shooting your mouth off when you’re defenseless?” the challenger barked. “Seems like a pretty stupid mistake to--”
“All right ‘Bel, back it off. She’s in the ropes.”
“No shyt.” ‘Bel pushed to verticality and backed away, though she made sure to jab the toe of one boot into Harley Jo’s ribs in the process.
Collins ignored the slight so she could get to her feet in relative peace. Settling back against the strands, she indulged in several deep breaths without taking her eyes off the blonde. “Kicking a girl when she’s down, huh?” she rasped. “Tell me, is that bit of cowardice something you learned from Scott or does it come naturally to Tex--”
Lamont juked around the referee on a beeline for HJC, one hand already outstretched to clamp down on-- CRAAACK! Harley Jo turned her head with a Slap stiff enough to rock the challenger back on her heels. Ignoring the ‘f*ck, you doing?’ look she got from Long, the Tennessee Terror drawled, “So I guess you’re not a Dennehy cousin a couple times removed, huh? Those girls were dumber than a bag of hammers but at least they could soak up a slap without bursting into tea--”
Lamont charged showing Lariat but damned if Collins didn’t dip low and stuff a shoulder into her belly. Straightening up even as ‘Bel crumpled around her, Harley Jo bodied the big blonde over the top rope with a Back Body Drop worthy of the-- Perhaps realizing she’d been played for a sucker, ‘Bel caught her bearings in mid-ascent and managed to grab the top rope in both hands. This tether proved enough to guide her into a remarkably smooth landing on the apron.
Unfortunately the thump of her boots and the ‘OOOOHHH!’ of the crowd meant her escape was anything but clandestine and Harley Jo was ready and waiting with a Forearm Smash leveled at her tempNO! Lamont blocked the shot, snatched a handful of hair and THUNKED a Headbutt between the Southerner’s eyes! Collins stumbled without giving much ground, so ‘Bel fetched her a retaliatory Slap, then grabbed the top rope and leaaaaaaaned all the way back when the Vicious Volunteer cleared off. Lamont threw herself over the strands as soon as there was sufficient room, the big blonde Fixer leading with a huge Shoulderblock that--
Harley Jo pivoted in and brought her right knee that THUMPED ‘Bel square in the chest! Frozen near the apex of her arc, Lamont’s ankles came down on the rubber-coated steel and she would’ve landed on top of her head if Harley Jo hadn’t caught her noggin in a Front Facelock. Strengthening her position with a handful of the blonde’s waistband, HJC dipped her knees and muscled Lamont overhead, then turned in a wobbly half circle and went down on one knee to spike opposing tummy atop the bony joint! ‘Bel gave voice to an ugly gasp as she bounced away from Collins’ knee, the Destroyer class lovely reduced to little more than old-lady wheezing by the time the Intercontinental Champion slid into place across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
SUPLEX LIFTED GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mELz9-K3Lkg
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lamont sat up with authority, roughly forcing a hand into Harley Jo’s face to create a little space. This proved a success in the (extremely) short term, alas Collins brushed it aside immediately thereafter and made the Texan pay with three rapid-fire punches to the belly. “Bytch.” ‘Bel clambered to one knee, grabbed a handful of hair. “You’re not gonna beat me to the boNNNNGGGHHH!”
Harley Jo landed a single sharp Bionic Elbow to Lamont’s pate to free her own locks from the challenger’s grasp. “I’ll beat you however I damned well need to.” the Tennessee Terror admitted in the midst of scraping ‘Bel off the deck. “And I’ll use any means, fair or foul, that strike my fancy. Like this, for instance.” Collins slung Lamont’s near arm across her shoulders, clamped down on a Front Facelock and collected a handful of trunks to finish her preparation. Feet set apart, knees slightly bent, HJC hoisted her foe to high noon for a second go ‘round and this time she kept her there long enough for the crowd to start a count. ‘ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE…’ ‘SIX!’ was on the way when Collins stomped over to the edge and dropped ‘Bel gut-first across the top rope!
Most of Harley Jo’s previous adversaries were left folded in half like a dishrag after this abrupt descent while a few grabbed hold of the traitorous strands long enough to guide their way to an awkward finish on the apron. None, so far as anyone could tell, had EVER bounced up and in like Lamont did, the gut-shot Fixer effectively tumbling through an involuntary Senton before she THWHUMPED flat on the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Collins’ face betrayed surprise but no dismay, indeed she spun on one heel and ran the ropes to ensure she had a full head of steam before she took to the skies and stretched out full length to THAWHAM every bit of her weight atop the blonde’s fluttering belly! The Witch of Razorback Holler wasn’t known to finish her prey with a Splash, yet that didn’t stop her from catching both of Lamont’s legs and pointing her rump toward the rafters with a Back Press good for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
‘Bel kicked clear of the lanky battler’s clutches, but barely sat up before she crisscrossed both arms against her welted ribs. She was still trying to catch her breath when Harley Jo cupped both ears and drew her to verticality in a series of hard-hearted jerks and tugs. Give Lamont credit, she didn’t just try to clinch, she legit swept the IC Champion into her arms for an emphatic squeeze, but Collins ended the confinement with a few sharp punches to the blonde’s kidneys.
“Goddammit!” ‘Bel reached for the Southerner’s hair, got caught up in some rough hand-fighting instead. “Keep away from my ribs, you sadistic UUUNNNNNGGGGHH!”
HJC gave Lamont her hair only to step in and THUMP a hip into the other wrestler’s tummy. “You don’t want girls going after you ribs, darlin’?” the Vicious Volunteer snaked an arm between ‘Bel’s stems, clasped a handful of buttock and scooped her onto one shoulder. With Lamont’s attention divided between respiration and escape, Harley Jo strode over to the far corner and wedged her into the buckles, whereupon she carefully folded the blonde’s shins beneath the top turnbuckle to secure her to the Tree of Woe. Taking careful stock of every welt and scrape on the cartography of her foe’s midsection, the brunette murmured, “Try not to make them look so f*cking tasty.”
Unfortunately for Lamont the IC champ was clearly ravenous because she took the middle rope in both hands and used it as a tether to get as much space between her and the blonde. Then she lunged forward and BURIED her right shoulder in ‘Bel’s navel! Scotty’s Heater ‘ooofffhed’, made to grab at Collins’ wrists and took another Shoulderblock for her troubles. In fact she took about half a dozen more before Craig Long hurried over and told the brunette, “Clear off, Harley. ‘Bel’s in the ropes.”
Collins surprised him by raising both hands to shoulder level as she took a couple steps. “I cannot argue that, Long. Just as you cannot argue that I obeyed your command without asking for a count.”
Craig arched an eyebrow, he didn’t much care for Harley Jo’s tone. “I suppose I can’t.” he agreed. “But why does that ma--” Collins literally ran from the answer, the lithesome Destroyer peeling off a quick one-eighty to lope to the opposite corner. The FAWNatics knew what was coming, as did Craig and ‘Bel herself, not that it made the inevitable any easier when Harley Jo stormed back to start and SMASHED the meaty expanse of her right thigh across the challenger’s damaged belly. ‘Bel let out a near silent groan as she loosened up enough to slop from the Tree to the canvas in a boneless near-starfish.
TREE OF WOE KNEELIFT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y84dxDnj3uU
Said shape grew a bit more defined when Collins secured her at wrist and ankle and dragged her a short distance from the crash site. Dropping her prizes once the position was to her satisfaction, Harley Jo backed to center ring and once again rushed the corner. ‘Bel didn’t see her coming but she saw the brunette skip overhead en route to the second rope and that information provided just enough impetus for her to cross both arms over her abdo--THWHAM! Collins brought her near hundred & fifty pounds to bear on ‘Bel’s ribs with a picture perfect Rebound Splash! Lamont’s legs didn’t kick up and Harley Jo didn’t rear back on her knees, she merely hooked the far leg and drew it up to the blonde’s chin to finish another successful defense with the…
REBOUND SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6jQGldD0liE
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
‘Bel kicked out and made it to one knee, though she had to clutch the middle rope to keep from crumpling onto her side. Genuinely impressed with the challenger’s resilience, Harley Jo cleared off by several steps to give ‘Bel the allotted time to catch her brea-- the Texan stood up and lurched toward the Tennessee Terror, beckoning Harley to meet her as she did so. “Cuuuhh… c’mon honey.” Lamont rasped. “We’re not finished.”
“You can barely stand.” Collins answered bluntly. “Take that stubborn ass back to the ropes and catch your wind otherwise I’ll--”
‘Bel hurled herself at Harley Jo with a Spear that--
Collins stepped back as she closed in, snatched a single handful of hair and THWHONKED a Kneelift between Lamont’s eyes. The challenger went down in a heap but didn’t stay there long because Harley Jo dropped to one knee, slipped her hands under ‘Bel’s biceps and hauled her back up via the Double Underhook. Oddly quiet in the face of a thunderous roar from those assembled, the Vicious Volunteer gathered her strength to flip ‘Bel upside down one more time. She’d made a point to show off Hailey Kennedy from this position at Heartbroken, tonight she only went up tiptoe to make sure she’d get every inch of height outta the drop when she swung Lamont down and laid out on her back with both knees drawn tight to her chest!
ACE OF SPADES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZrshSobqt1M
‘Bel bounced away from the champ’s knees like she was a lightweight but she landed with a resounding THUD that betrayed her Destroyer status. A short distance removed, Harley Jo crawled over to the blonde, collected both legs and folded her in half, Collins pointing ‘Bel’s butt at the lights like she thought the devastated Texan would kick out anytime during the…
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THREE!
Harley released the Back Press, rolled to one knee and opened her mouth to say something before she silenced it for the Announcer’s confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Intercontinental Champion… HARLEY JO COLLINS!”
Harley Jo stood up, accepted the strap from Long and allowed him to raise her hand. Once that tradition was observed, she turned her attention to the camera and said, “Right here is where I’d usually make a challenge to my next opponent, but tonight I’ve got a specific message, one for our esteemed Lightweight Champion. Zoë Scott… Scotty… can I call you Scotty? Nevermind, I’ll just call you darlin’. Darlin’, whatever you’re paying Lamont? Double it. Better yet, triple it. If you’re lucky that’ll be enough to keep her doin’ your dirty work for a little while longer. Because the instant she realizes there’s more to FAWN than watching your pampered little ass? You… and the rest of this roster, is gonna be in serious trouble.”