Post by caspian2 on Jul 12, 2021 9:29:03 GMT
Exhibition: Emily Rose vs Victory Hale (University Park Brawl)
Emily:
(5’9, 135 lbs)
Victory:
(5’8, 136 lbs)
PREAMBLE:
“Ladies and gentlemen, this no-DQ match is scheduled for ONE fall. Making her way first to the ring, she hails from Canberra, Australia, please welcome back to the squared circle, Miss Victory HALE!!!”
That familiar Ozzy Osbourne song blasts over the loudspeakers, as ’Let It Die’’s guitar solo streaks through the hot afternoon air on the campus of a university of California. No, not that University of California (that would be in very poor taste for this fight), but that other Californian university down on Rancher’s Road. We’re right down smack in the middle of Little Lake Park, with the waterside pavilion just a couple of slopes away on the green and various university students looking on with wonder as to what the heck is happening on a sunny academic Sunday.
Victory Hale’s entrance, that’s what. The hardbody blonde is first to emerge from the behind the curtains, striding onto the open air stage and flashing ‘V for victory’ signage - two fingers raised to that big grin stretched ear-to-ear before marching her way down the ramp to the sound of Osborne’s scratchy, “I'm a rock star, I'm a dealer / I'm a servant, I'm a leader / I'm a savior, I'm a sinner”!
Not many people know this, but Hale used to be a star quarterback back in her college days. She’s sporting that same outfit as she mounts the ring steps, those shoulder pads bulking her figure up as she dons a baby blue sports jersey that’s cut off just above her navel. She’s wearing a pair of matching dark blue hot pants frayed at the thighs, with black boots and gloves, later winking at the audience with two strips of eye-black pasted over each cheekbone to round off that NFL look. Lest we forget, she has that same golden necklace with a lightning bolt insignia hanging down the middle of her bosom for good luck.
Her opponent tonight has been making waves of her own recently, a bad-ass military girl from New Mexico crossing state-lines tonight as “The Look” by Roxette (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4r92Grc3sQM) hits the airwaves next. Emily Rose appears on stage in a flash of smoke and a roar of marching orders. She has that same no-nonsense look on her face, striding down the ramp in a tight-fitting camo-coloured bikini top, white denim short shorts for bottoms, which is a far cry indeed from her usual military garb. Rose still gives off that signature salute-cum-stare once after entering the ring, mounting the second turnbuckle before holding a hand up parallel to the ground and planting it high over her brows, before taking a long, hard look in all directions. It’s a subtle salute-slash-not-salute to all those watching, and a message to the audience that this girl doesn’t give a hoot’s ass whether you care or not.
By now, a crowd of students has keenly gathered on the grassy lawn. Others are walking past, no doubt on their way to play frisbee or something else productive. What do you expect from a House show, after all? Still, before the start of this match, the girls get a chance to address the crowd, with Hale taking the microphone first.
“HELLO University of California!” the dirty-blonde-haired athlete shouts, full of enthusiasm. “You must be wondering what the hell we’re doing here. Well, first and foremost, I’m here to kick Emily’s ass. She and I had a little ‘discussion’ backstage and I recall her saying clearly that your football team sucked ass. Now, is that really true?”
Hale pauses to draw the necessary boos from the crowd, before continuing. “I thought as much. Little Sergeant Sexy over here doesn’t know what the hell she’s talking about. Well, I made sure to correct her on the spot, and I’ll do it again by the end of our match. And for those of you out there who are thinking of trying out this football thing on the national stage, after I’ve pinned Emily with a 1-2-3, you know where to find me,” Hale says with a wink, drawing cheers from the crowd, who are starting to take notice of the afternoon festivities.
“Tsk tsk,” Rose begins next, roughly grabbing the microphone from Hale as the two blondes pass each other briefly in the middle of the ring. “Didn’t your momma ever teach you that liars burn in hell? As you can see, blondie over here is still busy playing catch with her doggie every afternoon. You wanna join the real world, and even better, make a goddamn difference in it, you sign up for the stars and stripes. Plain and simple. There’s no greater act of patriotism, ladies and gents. I served two tours in Iraq and Afghanistan; I’ve fought alongside my fellow brothers AND sisters. And now, I’m about to whoop this little quarterback’s ass for mouthing off against the US of A.”
Tough words here as the microphone is then tossed over to the referee, who puts it away someplace safe, before gesturing for both girls to head to their corners. This match has to be won via pin-fall, submission or knockout, with Rose setting her wristbands in the corner and removing her dog-tags from her neck. On the other side, Hale is taking a bit more time removing that bulky ensemble from her torso, then ties a looped knot around the excess tips of her sports jersey to bare that toned midriff.
SOUND OF THE BELL:
Girls crouch low and circle, hands outstretched and looking for that familiar tie-up. Hale’s still laughing, cheeky smirk on her face, taking this exhibition match only half-seriously as she offers the first raised hand for Rose to latch onto. Emily’s suspicious but obliging, thinking her opponent’s a harmless cheerleader than a potent adversary. Bad idea, as Hale immediately draws her in with both hands clasped around the military gal’s, buries a kneecap right to the belly to stun Rose on the very first outing!
HNGHH! Rose lets out a shout of pain, her face wilting in spades, as Victory Hale pulls her bent-over form into a Standing Side Headlock, showboats and gives a little “WHOO!!” to the crowds, who “WHOO!” right back. Graceful movements for the veteran blonde as she slaps Emily’s shoulder before driving her head down into the ground in one heck of a beautiful DDT.
Of course, not so beautiful of a view for Emily Rose, who gets her forehead spiked into the canvas, the rest of her body turning over on impact, as she gets laid out onto her back in the opening seconds of this match. Rose immediately sits back up, clutching at her face, though Hale is already half-way to her feet drawing that sunshine smile even wider across her lips.
Hale already with hands buried in Emily’s blonde hair, taking her back up with another arm wrapped over the top of her head, perhaps setting her foe up for yet another (but stronger) signature DDT. A little too early, if you ask us, and Rose seems to agree - the other blonde suddenly pushes upwards with both hands, breaking the hold, and sending Hale’s arms flying outwards. Front Boot to the gut draws a similar grunt from Hale’s lips before it’s her turn to get drawn in for the Side Headlock!
Emily wastes no time here, leaping into the air before DRIVING Hale’s face into the canvas in a tit-for-tat DDT extravaganza! Holy cow! These two make for instant rivals as they return with similar moves! The impact forces Hale into a 360 degree somersault, making her pop back upwards the other end whilst clutching her forehead in shock!
“Up you go, little cheerleader,” Rose taunts, grabbing fistfuls of blonde hair as she brings Hale up to her feet.
Sudden explosion of movement, however, as Hale comes alive, dipping her head and CHARGING right into Rose! Emily looks wide-eyed as she’s carried all the way to the turnbuckle, TACKLED hard into the steel posts as Hale uses the momentum to wrap her arms around Rose’s waistline and DRIVE her back into the hard steel!
Rose wilts on impact, lets out a groan as she tries to squirm out of the corner, but Hale has already stepped back before rushing in once more, her shoulder blade barreling into the blonde’s midsection for another Shoulder Thrust. Rose practically folded over in half as this happens over and over, Victory Hale using her quarterback training to great effect as she dips another knee in the corner, squares her shoulder and shoves her body in, driving the air from her opponent’s lungs.
As a third such attack barrels in, all Emily can do is bury her fingers in blonde hair, trying to tear Hale away or at least keep her close enough to not repeat the move for a fourth time. Hale’s breathing hard off to the side of Rose’s abdomen, caught by the cameras smirking as she takes control of this fight with her arms wrapped around Rose’s waist. As Victory pulls out of the station and lets Emily sink back into the turnbuckle, she pushes a hand into the blonde’s shoulder to stand her upright--
CRACK of a chop echoes through the trees and branches as Hale delivers a stinging backhand to Emily’s chest, which throws Rose backwards, clutching at her bikini top. Another backhand lands immediately, which has the same effect, before Hale ends the trifecta with an open palm cracked across the blonde’s cheek, which knocks Rose silly.
So far, so good, Hale thinks, strutting back to the middle of the ring whilst raising her hands high in the air, soaking in the adoration of the crowd. She’s clearly won them over so far despite her underhanded tactics, leaving Emily Rose draped and subdued in the corner.
Just as Hale decides to dip her shoulders once more and RUSH in for the big shoulder tackle to put Rose away, the military girl SPINS out of the corner! And Hale goes crashing into the steel post shoulder first! OUCH!!
Rose is breathing hard but fast takes control, pulling Hale out of the wreckage by her hair, before shoving her roughly against the turnbuckle herself. CRACK of a chop is answered in kind, and no surprise here that Rose is repeating the same moves to her foe for some much vaunted payback! Third such SLAP across Hale’s chest has the Aussie blonde crying out with a shriek, no doubt regretting ever treating her opponent to these stinging moves in the first place.
Emily continues her attack, first driving a knee up into the blonde’s belly, folding her over with a grunt, before launching her off to the other end of the ring in an Irish Whip. Hale goes sprinting, turns around at the last moment as her back slams hard into the opposing turnbuckle. AND HERE COMES ROSE with a dipped charge of her own… RAMS her shoulder right into Hale’s gut in wicked revenge, driving the air from Victory’s lungs as her entire body shudders for a moment before collapsing down to the ground on her butt.
Rose licks her lips, guiding the starred quarterback back up for more punishment. Hale, still clutching her tummy in agony, is hauled by her hair to her feet, her arm tugged forward, before she’s sent off to the ropes by another Irish Whip, this time to the center. Rose is already crouched and waiting on the blonde’s return, trying to set up some kind of big move here.
Rose LIFTS one her big military boots high and aimed at the face, but it MISSES entirely, with Hale ducking under in the nick of time, goes flying off to the other end and REBOUNDS! Rose looks to come in again with the short-armed clothesline, but gets LIFTED off the ground instead as Hale POWERS both shoulders into her body, TWISTS off to the side and brings her back down to earth! SPINEBUSTER connects, with Rose left absolutely spreadeagled in the center of the ring! Hale’s quick to leap over the fallen blonde and HOOKS the leg over!
ONE!
TWO!!
NO!! There’s the kick-out early as Rose powers out of Hale’s grasp, already turning over to her side to try and recover.
Hale definitely doesn’t want to lose her momentum here, is the first to get back to her feet and then helps Rose get back to hers by tugging upwards on her hair. The powerhouse Aussie is showing off why she did phenomenally during her football days. In the present day, she hasn’t lost her touch either, securing blonde locks on either side of Rose’s head before HAULING Rose off her feet and tossing her off to the side in a Biel Throw!
Rose lands on her side with a grunt, bouncing off her back and sitting there for a moment, stunned, her hands clutched at her sides. Hale is already coming in, however, locking in a Kneeling Side Headlock this time as she keeps Emily wrested on the ground. Close body on body contact here as the Aussie fighter pins her head close to her chest, resisting her attempts to get back to her feet with a tight squeeze of her biceps around the neck and cheek.
“Give it up, Rosie! These people clearly don’t want to join your stupid army!” Hale shouts from the side.
Rose merely grunts in hold, but then succeeds at reaching upwards for the blonde’s hair, grabs a firm fistful of her own and then PULLS with all her might, which causes Hale to lose a little of her leverage. Slowly, but surely, Emily gets up to bent knees, forcing Hale to climb upwards with her. Victory lets out a shout of pain as Rose creates enough distance between them to SHOVE an elbow into her torso, another one driven up into her breasts to finally throw her blonde assailant off of her.
Hale stumbling backwards, clutching at her chest, before a haymaker lands square between the eyes, Rose using her fists to great effect as she bangs another stiff one off her fellow blonde’s forehead! Ouch! Victory’s sent reeling, but then quickly growls as she throws a punch of her own back across Rose’s face, and the two girls go at each other in the center, with a good twenty seconds of beating the snot out of the other girl with punches slammed into pretty faces.
But suddenly, one of Emily’s return overhands misses, with Hale having good enough sense to swerve to the side and the back of the stunned Rose, where she quickly wraps her hands around the bottom of Emily’s arms and thrusts them upwards in a Full Nelson hold. All of a sudden, Rose’s arms are in the air, her head dipped down, the rest of her body thrashing to get free. Hale obliges, suddenly thrusting both their bodies forward and CONNECTING with the Full Nelson Face Slam, Emily’s facial features driven straight into the hard ground with a grunt!!
Second cover of the afternoon and again, it’s Victory Hale again trying to put the challenger away! This time, Hale simply turns the stunned blonde over and drapes her chest over her face! Referee with the slide-in…
ONE!
TWO!!
TH--NOOO!
Kick out by Rose on instinct as she just refuses to go down without a fight!
Both girls are breathing hard as they resume the action, Hale of course pushing herself up first with a grunt, before grabbing hold of Rose’s hair, cupping the base of her dazed chin as she’s brought also to swaying feet. We have another quick send-off to the ropes, with Hale hoping to set-up her finishing move, counting on the fact Rose is sufficiently spent to put up any resistance by this point of the match.
Rebound off the ropes and Emily coming back to her waiting arms… Hale already pulling a leg back for a devastating punt kick to the gut with the intent of bending Rose over, but NO! Rose catches her foot with both hands, letting Hale hop about for a couple of steps before TOSSING it to the side and DRIVING a forearm straight into her chin!
Clothesline connects, which drives the Aussie girl down to the canvas with a hard THUMP! Victory’s stunned but recovering automatically, climbing right back up to TAKE another forearm bash to her chest, which sends her down one more time! Emily’s on fire in her attempt at a comeback, DRIVES one last arm into Hale’s neck and sends the blonde barreling OVER the top ropes and down into the wet grass below! OUCH!
It’s the start of ring-out action the moment Victory smacks into the hard dirt just outside the elevated ring platform, her face twisted in pain and her back arched upwards. Rose with little sympathy, already following her out with a quick slide-in under the bottom rope, before seizing the stunned blonde by her hair and delivering another punch right between the eyes.
Hale thrown back into the ring apron as another stiff shot hits her square on the nose. Suddenly, she’s being forced down and inwards, her head thrust between Emily’s thighs… Before she can react, Emily has wrapped her arms around her waistline and is HAULING her off the ground. Look od fear in Hale’s eyes as she’s turned upside down, her vision going topsy-turvy before her head’s DRIVEN into the compact dirt in a brutal PILEDRIVER!
No-DQ rules means these two are eager to brawl anywhere they can, but can only secure the win within the ring itself, but Rose is taking advantage of the rules as she returns to her feet, dragging a groaning Hale along for the ride. Rose leads the hard-bodied athlete to a nearby tree, shoving her back into the hard oak before driving a knee up into her body over and over again, enjoying the sensation of the Aussie girl’s trembling abs on the tip of her kneecap.
Rose smirks from the top this time, still holding onto Hale’s hair as the blonde melts into her frame, getting propped up by a knee pressed into her lower abdomen just below her diamond-studded belly button, with the curves of Emily’s bosom serving as makeshift cushion for Victory’s drooling chin.
“Had enough, blondie?” Rose huffs into the top of her hair. “Ready to tell these folks that soldiering’s the best profession?”
Hale’s breathing hard, but half her face is still visible pressed into the standing breast smother. Her eyes narrow in a hefty glare. “Tell them yourself, bitch!”
Rose suddenly lets out a gasp as she finds her spine constricted, Hale all of a sudden locking her arms around the small of her back in a Bearhug. Before the blonde can react, she’s HOISTED off her feet, Hale using her star quarterback power to SLAM Emily face-first into the hard wooden bark just above both their heads - POWW!!
Rose left stunned as she crumples to the wet, mossy grass below, groaning as she clutches her head in her hands. Hale left standing tall, proud, her blue football jersey stained with mud and dirt but that devilish grin remains on her face. Victory slowly climbs up the branches, drawing gasps from the audience, who’d by now formed a neat circle around the fighting duo. What the hell is Victory thinking??
Rose still laid out below, squirming a bit left and right, not able to see the danger that’s fast approaching. Hale steadies herself on one of the thick, low-hanging branches, arms and legs spread out for maximum balance, a dangerous glint in her eyes as she LEAPS off the makeshift turnbuckle--!!
Rose lets out a shout of pain as both of Hale’s knees disappear into her stomach, the Aussie blonde executing that Moonsault like she’s done countless of times before, but there’s something special about this particular instance as she nails her signature move from the unlikeliest of spots! Victory smirks, pushing disheveled strands of hair off her face, already tugging Rose’s head upwards as the military girl continues hugging her body in agony.
“Up to you go, army brat…” Hale huffs into Emily’s dazed expression, helping her along the way with her arms wrapped under her biceps and fingers hooked around the straps of her bikini top.
It’s Rose’s turn to get shoved roughly back into the tree trunk, kneed in half to her trembling belly, before Hale decides it’s time to end this. She leads the stunned and winded Rose back towards the ring, shouting at spectators to get the fuck out of the way as she throws the blonde against the apron.
Rose resisting, of course, knows that she’s in deep trouble once she rolls under those bottom ropes. She tries to force a stop when both hands halted back on the edge of trhe ring apron, but Hale is insisting, grabbing the back of her head and slamming it down hard into the edge of the ring, which further dazes her.
Hale whips her fellow blonde around and stuffs another fist up into her tummy, trying to snuff out those last bits of resistance from Rose. Emily, however, has regained enough breath to fight back, chugging an elbow into the side of Hale’s head, which stuns her to the side. The two girls trade more fists by the side of the ring, sending them CRACK into the jaw or THUMPED into the belly.
Finally, it’s Rose who seizes control, grabbing two handfuls of dirty blonde hair and WHIPPING Hale’s head forward and to the side. With a cry of anguish, Victory gets slammed hard into the metal turnbuckle, and she FLOPS to the dirt whilst holding her face!
Rose not fucking around any longer! Growling, she immediately picks Hale up and ROLLS her under the bottom rope. Hale is still groaning in agony as she’s picked off the canvas and led to the nearby turnbuckle. Her arms draped over either side of the top rope in Emily's set-up to a signature move of her own!
Hale in trouble here as fist after fist connects with her body and chest, Emily squaring those shoulders, dipping her head low and just GOING TO WORK with balled fists sunk into that bronzed tummy! Military Drills connecting, as Rose picks up the speed of her attacks, using Hale’s body as a punching bag as a final left hand’s buried into the curves of her belly, those once hard abs reduced to putty after Emily’s done with her.
Victory Hale’s left panting and melted against the turnbuckle, powerless now as Emily slowly hoists her up onto the middle rung, using her own battered body to aid her along the way as she muscles the other blonde upwards and up, the occasional dull smack of fist to her tummy subduing any resistance.
Hale and Rose both standing precariously on the top rope, now, and Hale suddenly realises she’s in deep trouble when Rose reaches for her denim shorts, hooks her fingers around the rim and belt strings, no doubt about to go for the killing blow! Hale desperately chugging her own punches up into Emily’s ribs and tummy, trying to fight her off, but Rose not taking NO for answer, HOISTS the Aussie blonde high up into the air… before sending her CRASHING right back down onto her back as the mighty Superplex CONNECTS!
THERE’S THE FIRST-TIME COVER BY EMILY ROSE, hooking one of Hale’s legs clean over and against her KO’ed face!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!! IT’S OVER!!
AFTERMATH:
What a war between these two blondes, and neither emerging unscathed from the punishment inflicted both ways! Emily herself can only roll away, burying her hands in her hair at the amount of effort it took to win this match, and Hale herself quickly rolls into a ball, nursing her aching body with both arms stretched across her waist.
Rose ain’t done with making her point, however, later getting back to her feet and immediately asking for a mic in the ring. She immediately strides over to her fallen adversary, kicking Hale to her side, before straddling the hardbodied Hale across her tummy, reaching over and tugging on her hair to subdue her useless struggling, before shoving that microphone straight into her lips.
“Say the military’s better, bitch!” Rose hisses.
Hale of course shakes her head, growling back, not liking to get forced to do anything another blonde tells her to. But a hard slap across her cheek earns a defeated moan from her lips, before Rose turns up the pressure by scooting her legs and butt even higher up the food chain: Hale’s face now straddled on both sides by Emily’s tanned thighs, as the rest of her shoulders are pinned to the mat by a Schoolgirl pin.
“Say it, or I’ll make you kiss my crotch!” Emily shouts again, before earning a whimper from Hale below.
“The military is better. Join the army...”
“That’s better,” Rose says with a nod, before patting the defeated blonde’s cheek with a hand
Not sure if these two girls managed to convince ANYONE with their recruitment efforts this afternoon, but they sure as heck put on a show out on the College green. For now, Emily Rose continues her ascent to the top in a series of strong exhibition matches. Later, she’s interviewed by reporters by ring-side, who ask her what her future plans might be.
“I don’t mind these side-gigs, other girls to beat, you know. Hale thought she was better, fitter and stronger. She was wrong. I pity the next girl who tries underestimating me."
Meanwhile, Hale is left panting in the center of the ring, still staring daggers at Rose, who takes her leave. The hard-bodied blonde got taken for a ride in today’s match-up, but at least she gathers her wits enough to speak to some prospective recruits much later on, and signing autographs for the (mostly) male students.
“I almost beat Rose today. If our fight had stayed in the ring, I have no doubt she’d be singing a different tune right about now. What do I care, as long as I get to meet these gorgeous hunks?” Hale says, before posing for a photograph with another grinning blonde quarterback.
Emily:
(5’9, 135 lbs)
Victory:
(5’8, 136 lbs)
PREAMBLE:
“Ladies and gentlemen, this no-DQ match is scheduled for ONE fall. Making her way first to the ring, she hails from Canberra, Australia, please welcome back to the squared circle, Miss Victory HALE!!!”
That familiar Ozzy Osbourne song blasts over the loudspeakers, as ’Let It Die’’s guitar solo streaks through the hot afternoon air on the campus of a university of California. No, not that University of California (that would be in very poor taste for this fight), but that other Californian university down on Rancher’s Road. We’re right down smack in the middle of Little Lake Park, with the waterside pavilion just a couple of slopes away on the green and various university students looking on with wonder as to what the heck is happening on a sunny academic Sunday.
Victory Hale’s entrance, that’s what. The hardbody blonde is first to emerge from the behind the curtains, striding onto the open air stage and flashing ‘V for victory’ signage - two fingers raised to that big grin stretched ear-to-ear before marching her way down the ramp to the sound of Osborne’s scratchy, “I'm a rock star, I'm a dealer / I'm a servant, I'm a leader / I'm a savior, I'm a sinner”!
Not many people know this, but Hale used to be a star quarterback back in her college days. She’s sporting that same outfit as she mounts the ring steps, those shoulder pads bulking her figure up as she dons a baby blue sports jersey that’s cut off just above her navel. She’s wearing a pair of matching dark blue hot pants frayed at the thighs, with black boots and gloves, later winking at the audience with two strips of eye-black pasted over each cheekbone to round off that NFL look. Lest we forget, she has that same golden necklace with a lightning bolt insignia hanging down the middle of her bosom for good luck.
Her opponent tonight has been making waves of her own recently, a bad-ass military girl from New Mexico crossing state-lines tonight as “The Look” by Roxette (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4r92Grc3sQM) hits the airwaves next. Emily Rose appears on stage in a flash of smoke and a roar of marching orders. She has that same no-nonsense look on her face, striding down the ramp in a tight-fitting camo-coloured bikini top, white denim short shorts for bottoms, which is a far cry indeed from her usual military garb. Rose still gives off that signature salute-cum-stare once after entering the ring, mounting the second turnbuckle before holding a hand up parallel to the ground and planting it high over her brows, before taking a long, hard look in all directions. It’s a subtle salute-slash-not-salute to all those watching, and a message to the audience that this girl doesn’t give a hoot’s ass whether you care or not.
By now, a crowd of students has keenly gathered on the grassy lawn. Others are walking past, no doubt on their way to play frisbee or something else productive. What do you expect from a House show, after all? Still, before the start of this match, the girls get a chance to address the crowd, with Hale taking the microphone first.
“HELLO University of California!” the dirty-blonde-haired athlete shouts, full of enthusiasm. “You must be wondering what the hell we’re doing here. Well, first and foremost, I’m here to kick Emily’s ass. She and I had a little ‘discussion’ backstage and I recall her saying clearly that your football team sucked ass. Now, is that really true?”
Hale pauses to draw the necessary boos from the crowd, before continuing. “I thought as much. Little Sergeant Sexy over here doesn’t know what the hell she’s talking about. Well, I made sure to correct her on the spot, and I’ll do it again by the end of our match. And for those of you out there who are thinking of trying out this football thing on the national stage, after I’ve pinned Emily with a 1-2-3, you know where to find me,” Hale says with a wink, drawing cheers from the crowd, who are starting to take notice of the afternoon festivities.
“Tsk tsk,” Rose begins next, roughly grabbing the microphone from Hale as the two blondes pass each other briefly in the middle of the ring. “Didn’t your momma ever teach you that liars burn in hell? As you can see, blondie over here is still busy playing catch with her doggie every afternoon. You wanna join the real world, and even better, make a goddamn difference in it, you sign up for the stars and stripes. Plain and simple. There’s no greater act of patriotism, ladies and gents. I served two tours in Iraq and Afghanistan; I’ve fought alongside my fellow brothers AND sisters. And now, I’m about to whoop this little quarterback’s ass for mouthing off against the US of A.”
Tough words here as the microphone is then tossed over to the referee, who puts it away someplace safe, before gesturing for both girls to head to their corners. This match has to be won via pin-fall, submission or knockout, with Rose setting her wristbands in the corner and removing her dog-tags from her neck. On the other side, Hale is taking a bit more time removing that bulky ensemble from her torso, then ties a looped knot around the excess tips of her sports jersey to bare that toned midriff.
SOUND OF THE BELL:
Girls crouch low and circle, hands outstretched and looking for that familiar tie-up. Hale’s still laughing, cheeky smirk on her face, taking this exhibition match only half-seriously as she offers the first raised hand for Rose to latch onto. Emily’s suspicious but obliging, thinking her opponent’s a harmless cheerleader than a potent adversary. Bad idea, as Hale immediately draws her in with both hands clasped around the military gal’s, buries a kneecap right to the belly to stun Rose on the very first outing!
HNGHH! Rose lets out a shout of pain, her face wilting in spades, as Victory Hale pulls her bent-over form into a Standing Side Headlock, showboats and gives a little “WHOO!!” to the crowds, who “WHOO!” right back. Graceful movements for the veteran blonde as she slaps Emily’s shoulder before driving her head down into the ground in one heck of a beautiful DDT.
Of course, not so beautiful of a view for Emily Rose, who gets her forehead spiked into the canvas, the rest of her body turning over on impact, as she gets laid out onto her back in the opening seconds of this match. Rose immediately sits back up, clutching at her face, though Hale is already half-way to her feet drawing that sunshine smile even wider across her lips.
Hale already with hands buried in Emily’s blonde hair, taking her back up with another arm wrapped over the top of her head, perhaps setting her foe up for yet another (but stronger) signature DDT. A little too early, if you ask us, and Rose seems to agree - the other blonde suddenly pushes upwards with both hands, breaking the hold, and sending Hale’s arms flying outwards. Front Boot to the gut draws a similar grunt from Hale’s lips before it’s her turn to get drawn in for the Side Headlock!
Emily wastes no time here, leaping into the air before DRIVING Hale’s face into the canvas in a tit-for-tat DDT extravaganza! Holy cow! These two make for instant rivals as they return with similar moves! The impact forces Hale into a 360 degree somersault, making her pop back upwards the other end whilst clutching her forehead in shock!
“Up you go, little cheerleader,” Rose taunts, grabbing fistfuls of blonde hair as she brings Hale up to her feet.
Sudden explosion of movement, however, as Hale comes alive, dipping her head and CHARGING right into Rose! Emily looks wide-eyed as she’s carried all the way to the turnbuckle, TACKLED hard into the steel posts as Hale uses the momentum to wrap her arms around Rose’s waistline and DRIVE her back into the hard steel!
Rose wilts on impact, lets out a groan as she tries to squirm out of the corner, but Hale has already stepped back before rushing in once more, her shoulder blade barreling into the blonde’s midsection for another Shoulder Thrust. Rose practically folded over in half as this happens over and over, Victory Hale using her quarterback training to great effect as she dips another knee in the corner, squares her shoulder and shoves her body in, driving the air from her opponent’s lungs.
As a third such attack barrels in, all Emily can do is bury her fingers in blonde hair, trying to tear Hale away or at least keep her close enough to not repeat the move for a fourth time. Hale’s breathing hard off to the side of Rose’s abdomen, caught by the cameras smirking as she takes control of this fight with her arms wrapped around Rose’s waist. As Victory pulls out of the station and lets Emily sink back into the turnbuckle, she pushes a hand into the blonde’s shoulder to stand her upright--
CRACK of a chop echoes through the trees and branches as Hale delivers a stinging backhand to Emily’s chest, which throws Rose backwards, clutching at her bikini top. Another backhand lands immediately, which has the same effect, before Hale ends the trifecta with an open palm cracked across the blonde’s cheek, which knocks Rose silly.
So far, so good, Hale thinks, strutting back to the middle of the ring whilst raising her hands high in the air, soaking in the adoration of the crowd. She’s clearly won them over so far despite her underhanded tactics, leaving Emily Rose draped and subdued in the corner.
Just as Hale decides to dip her shoulders once more and RUSH in for the big shoulder tackle to put Rose away, the military girl SPINS out of the corner! And Hale goes crashing into the steel post shoulder first! OUCH!!
Rose is breathing hard but fast takes control, pulling Hale out of the wreckage by her hair, before shoving her roughly against the turnbuckle herself. CRACK of a chop is answered in kind, and no surprise here that Rose is repeating the same moves to her foe for some much vaunted payback! Third such SLAP across Hale’s chest has the Aussie blonde crying out with a shriek, no doubt regretting ever treating her opponent to these stinging moves in the first place.
Emily continues her attack, first driving a knee up into the blonde’s belly, folding her over with a grunt, before launching her off to the other end of the ring in an Irish Whip. Hale goes sprinting, turns around at the last moment as her back slams hard into the opposing turnbuckle. AND HERE COMES ROSE with a dipped charge of her own… RAMS her shoulder right into Hale’s gut in wicked revenge, driving the air from Victory’s lungs as her entire body shudders for a moment before collapsing down to the ground on her butt.
Rose licks her lips, guiding the starred quarterback back up for more punishment. Hale, still clutching her tummy in agony, is hauled by her hair to her feet, her arm tugged forward, before she’s sent off to the ropes by another Irish Whip, this time to the center. Rose is already crouched and waiting on the blonde’s return, trying to set up some kind of big move here.
Rose LIFTS one her big military boots high and aimed at the face, but it MISSES entirely, with Hale ducking under in the nick of time, goes flying off to the other end and REBOUNDS! Rose looks to come in again with the short-armed clothesline, but gets LIFTED off the ground instead as Hale POWERS both shoulders into her body, TWISTS off to the side and brings her back down to earth! SPINEBUSTER connects, with Rose left absolutely spreadeagled in the center of the ring! Hale’s quick to leap over the fallen blonde and HOOKS the leg over!
ONE!
TWO!!
NO!! There’s the kick-out early as Rose powers out of Hale’s grasp, already turning over to her side to try and recover.
Hale definitely doesn’t want to lose her momentum here, is the first to get back to her feet and then helps Rose get back to hers by tugging upwards on her hair. The powerhouse Aussie is showing off why she did phenomenally during her football days. In the present day, she hasn’t lost her touch either, securing blonde locks on either side of Rose’s head before HAULING Rose off her feet and tossing her off to the side in a Biel Throw!
Rose lands on her side with a grunt, bouncing off her back and sitting there for a moment, stunned, her hands clutched at her sides. Hale is already coming in, however, locking in a Kneeling Side Headlock this time as she keeps Emily wrested on the ground. Close body on body contact here as the Aussie fighter pins her head close to her chest, resisting her attempts to get back to her feet with a tight squeeze of her biceps around the neck and cheek.
“Give it up, Rosie! These people clearly don’t want to join your stupid army!” Hale shouts from the side.
Rose merely grunts in hold, but then succeeds at reaching upwards for the blonde’s hair, grabs a firm fistful of her own and then PULLS with all her might, which causes Hale to lose a little of her leverage. Slowly, but surely, Emily gets up to bent knees, forcing Hale to climb upwards with her. Victory lets out a shout of pain as Rose creates enough distance between them to SHOVE an elbow into her torso, another one driven up into her breasts to finally throw her blonde assailant off of her.
Hale stumbling backwards, clutching at her chest, before a haymaker lands square between the eyes, Rose using her fists to great effect as she bangs another stiff one off her fellow blonde’s forehead! Ouch! Victory’s sent reeling, but then quickly growls as she throws a punch of her own back across Rose’s face, and the two girls go at each other in the center, with a good twenty seconds of beating the snot out of the other girl with punches slammed into pretty faces.
But suddenly, one of Emily’s return overhands misses, with Hale having good enough sense to swerve to the side and the back of the stunned Rose, where she quickly wraps her hands around the bottom of Emily’s arms and thrusts them upwards in a Full Nelson hold. All of a sudden, Rose’s arms are in the air, her head dipped down, the rest of her body thrashing to get free. Hale obliges, suddenly thrusting both their bodies forward and CONNECTING with the Full Nelson Face Slam, Emily’s facial features driven straight into the hard ground with a grunt!!
Second cover of the afternoon and again, it’s Victory Hale again trying to put the challenger away! This time, Hale simply turns the stunned blonde over and drapes her chest over her face! Referee with the slide-in…
ONE!
TWO!!
TH--NOOO!
Kick out by Rose on instinct as she just refuses to go down without a fight!
Both girls are breathing hard as they resume the action, Hale of course pushing herself up first with a grunt, before grabbing hold of Rose’s hair, cupping the base of her dazed chin as she’s brought also to swaying feet. We have another quick send-off to the ropes, with Hale hoping to set-up her finishing move, counting on the fact Rose is sufficiently spent to put up any resistance by this point of the match.
Rebound off the ropes and Emily coming back to her waiting arms… Hale already pulling a leg back for a devastating punt kick to the gut with the intent of bending Rose over, but NO! Rose catches her foot with both hands, letting Hale hop about for a couple of steps before TOSSING it to the side and DRIVING a forearm straight into her chin!
Clothesline connects, which drives the Aussie girl down to the canvas with a hard THUMP! Victory’s stunned but recovering automatically, climbing right back up to TAKE another forearm bash to her chest, which sends her down one more time! Emily’s on fire in her attempt at a comeback, DRIVES one last arm into Hale’s neck and sends the blonde barreling OVER the top ropes and down into the wet grass below! OUCH!
It’s the start of ring-out action the moment Victory smacks into the hard dirt just outside the elevated ring platform, her face twisted in pain and her back arched upwards. Rose with little sympathy, already following her out with a quick slide-in under the bottom rope, before seizing the stunned blonde by her hair and delivering another punch right between the eyes.
Hale thrown back into the ring apron as another stiff shot hits her square on the nose. Suddenly, she’s being forced down and inwards, her head thrust between Emily’s thighs… Before she can react, Emily has wrapped her arms around her waistline and is HAULING her off the ground. Look od fear in Hale’s eyes as she’s turned upside down, her vision going topsy-turvy before her head’s DRIVEN into the compact dirt in a brutal PILEDRIVER!
No-DQ rules means these two are eager to brawl anywhere they can, but can only secure the win within the ring itself, but Rose is taking advantage of the rules as she returns to her feet, dragging a groaning Hale along for the ride. Rose leads the hard-bodied athlete to a nearby tree, shoving her back into the hard oak before driving a knee up into her body over and over again, enjoying the sensation of the Aussie girl’s trembling abs on the tip of her kneecap.
Rose smirks from the top this time, still holding onto Hale’s hair as the blonde melts into her frame, getting propped up by a knee pressed into her lower abdomen just below her diamond-studded belly button, with the curves of Emily’s bosom serving as makeshift cushion for Victory’s drooling chin.
“Had enough, blondie?” Rose huffs into the top of her hair. “Ready to tell these folks that soldiering’s the best profession?”
Hale’s breathing hard, but half her face is still visible pressed into the standing breast smother. Her eyes narrow in a hefty glare. “Tell them yourself, bitch!”
Rose suddenly lets out a gasp as she finds her spine constricted, Hale all of a sudden locking her arms around the small of her back in a Bearhug. Before the blonde can react, she’s HOISTED off her feet, Hale using her star quarterback power to SLAM Emily face-first into the hard wooden bark just above both their heads - POWW!!
Rose left stunned as she crumples to the wet, mossy grass below, groaning as she clutches her head in her hands. Hale left standing tall, proud, her blue football jersey stained with mud and dirt but that devilish grin remains on her face. Victory slowly climbs up the branches, drawing gasps from the audience, who’d by now formed a neat circle around the fighting duo. What the hell is Victory thinking??
Rose still laid out below, squirming a bit left and right, not able to see the danger that’s fast approaching. Hale steadies herself on one of the thick, low-hanging branches, arms and legs spread out for maximum balance, a dangerous glint in her eyes as she LEAPS off the makeshift turnbuckle--!!
Rose lets out a shout of pain as both of Hale’s knees disappear into her stomach, the Aussie blonde executing that Moonsault like she’s done countless of times before, but there’s something special about this particular instance as she nails her signature move from the unlikeliest of spots! Victory smirks, pushing disheveled strands of hair off her face, already tugging Rose’s head upwards as the military girl continues hugging her body in agony.
“Up to you go, army brat…” Hale huffs into Emily’s dazed expression, helping her along the way with her arms wrapped under her biceps and fingers hooked around the straps of her bikini top.
It’s Rose’s turn to get shoved roughly back into the tree trunk, kneed in half to her trembling belly, before Hale decides it’s time to end this. She leads the stunned and winded Rose back towards the ring, shouting at spectators to get the fuck out of the way as she throws the blonde against the apron.
Rose resisting, of course, knows that she’s in deep trouble once she rolls under those bottom ropes. She tries to force a stop when both hands halted back on the edge of trhe ring apron, but Hale is insisting, grabbing the back of her head and slamming it down hard into the edge of the ring, which further dazes her.
Hale whips her fellow blonde around and stuffs another fist up into her tummy, trying to snuff out those last bits of resistance from Rose. Emily, however, has regained enough breath to fight back, chugging an elbow into the side of Hale’s head, which stuns her to the side. The two girls trade more fists by the side of the ring, sending them CRACK into the jaw or THUMPED into the belly.
Finally, it’s Rose who seizes control, grabbing two handfuls of dirty blonde hair and WHIPPING Hale’s head forward and to the side. With a cry of anguish, Victory gets slammed hard into the metal turnbuckle, and she FLOPS to the dirt whilst holding her face!
Rose not fucking around any longer! Growling, she immediately picks Hale up and ROLLS her under the bottom rope. Hale is still groaning in agony as she’s picked off the canvas and led to the nearby turnbuckle. Her arms draped over either side of the top rope in Emily's set-up to a signature move of her own!
Hale in trouble here as fist after fist connects with her body and chest, Emily squaring those shoulders, dipping her head low and just GOING TO WORK with balled fists sunk into that bronzed tummy! Military Drills connecting, as Rose picks up the speed of her attacks, using Hale’s body as a punching bag as a final left hand’s buried into the curves of her belly, those once hard abs reduced to putty after Emily’s done with her.
Victory Hale’s left panting and melted against the turnbuckle, powerless now as Emily slowly hoists her up onto the middle rung, using her own battered body to aid her along the way as she muscles the other blonde upwards and up, the occasional dull smack of fist to her tummy subduing any resistance.
Hale and Rose both standing precariously on the top rope, now, and Hale suddenly realises she’s in deep trouble when Rose reaches for her denim shorts, hooks her fingers around the rim and belt strings, no doubt about to go for the killing blow! Hale desperately chugging her own punches up into Emily’s ribs and tummy, trying to fight her off, but Rose not taking NO for answer, HOISTS the Aussie blonde high up into the air… before sending her CRASHING right back down onto her back as the mighty Superplex CONNECTS!
THERE’S THE FIRST-TIME COVER BY EMILY ROSE, hooking one of Hale’s legs clean over and against her KO’ed face!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!! IT’S OVER!!
AFTERMATH:
What a war between these two blondes, and neither emerging unscathed from the punishment inflicted both ways! Emily herself can only roll away, burying her hands in her hair at the amount of effort it took to win this match, and Hale herself quickly rolls into a ball, nursing her aching body with both arms stretched across her waist.
Rose ain’t done with making her point, however, later getting back to her feet and immediately asking for a mic in the ring. She immediately strides over to her fallen adversary, kicking Hale to her side, before straddling the hardbodied Hale across her tummy, reaching over and tugging on her hair to subdue her useless struggling, before shoving that microphone straight into her lips.
“Say the military’s better, bitch!” Rose hisses.
Hale of course shakes her head, growling back, not liking to get forced to do anything another blonde tells her to. But a hard slap across her cheek earns a defeated moan from her lips, before Rose turns up the pressure by scooting her legs and butt even higher up the food chain: Hale’s face now straddled on both sides by Emily’s tanned thighs, as the rest of her shoulders are pinned to the mat by a Schoolgirl pin.
“Say it, or I’ll make you kiss my crotch!” Emily shouts again, before earning a whimper from Hale below.
“The military is better. Join the army...”
“That’s better,” Rose says with a nod, before patting the defeated blonde’s cheek with a hand
Not sure if these two girls managed to convince ANYONE with their recruitment efforts this afternoon, but they sure as heck put on a show out on the College green. For now, Emily Rose continues her ascent to the top in a series of strong exhibition matches. Later, she’s interviewed by reporters by ring-side, who ask her what her future plans might be.
“I don’t mind these side-gigs, other girls to beat, you know. Hale thought she was better, fitter and stronger. She was wrong. I pity the next girl who tries underestimating me."
Meanwhile, Hale is left panting in the center of the ring, still staring daggers at Rose, who takes her leave. The hard-bodied blonde got taken for a ride in today’s match-up, but at least she gathers her wits enough to speak to some prospective recruits much later on, and signing autographs for the (mostly) male students.
“I almost beat Rose today. If our fight had stayed in the ring, I have no doubt she’d be singing a different tune right about now. What do I care, as long as I get to meet these gorgeous hunks?” Hale says, before posing for a photograph with another grinning blonde quarterback.
