Post by hawkeye on Dec 8, 2021 1:30:58 GMT
Fans in the stands settle in their seats with beer, soda, popcorn and various delicious yet unhealthy foods, eager to watch the next match. Music veins playing through the speakers; quick, rhythmic clapping fills the air followed by a jaunty guitar riff, and a good two-thirds of the crowd gets very excited! The other, mostly newer and younger fans look around confused, not recognizing the theme song for the debuting wrassler.
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“Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is for the Intercontinental Championship! It is scheduled for one Fall! Introducing first, the challenger; standing at 5 ft tall and weighing in at 124lbs, from Sevierville, Tennesse, The Baseball Valkyrie…. Deanne Darr Davis!”
DEANNE DARR DAVIS
The lyrics of Centerfield by John Fogerty flows through the air as a veteran of the Squared Circle steps through the curtain with the brightest smile you’ve ever seen and the biggest head of hair ever to shine under the house lights. A living legend of the independents and the international circuits; the beautiful Baseball Valkyrie makes her FAWN debut after wrestling in, literally, every other major promotion and most of the Indies. On paper, this territory titan should have left the ring for a backstage role a long time ago, but her body and face remain eerily youthful even by Paul Rudd standards (any rumours of botox are grounds for a slander lawsuit). When she’s not busting heads in the ring, she’s turning heads in the streets and making men and women squeal in the sheets. Tonight Deanne is dressed to impress in her usual uniform of a white one-piece with black pinstripes, cut low enough to bare most of the ridiculous rack that’s smothered out hundreds of women over decades of wrestling. She struts forward on black wrestling shoes to the edge of the ramp twirling in her right wrist a well-varnished maple wood baseball bat, with the same hand she pulls a stick of CBD chew from one of her Black knee-high socks and chomps down. With her left, she sets down a small cage basket of cheap baseballs. Setting the basket down, she plucks a ball and turns it in her hand, chirping in her Southern patois, “Alright, Sports Fans! Who wants a souvenir?” Deanne tosses the ball in the air and swings her trusty slugger. There’s an audible crack! and a roar of applause when she hits a dinger into the cheap seats!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Every few steps Deanne Darr Davis tattoos a ball into the stands, Her long mane of loose, blonde curls flies off her shoulders with each Major league swing. Fans can leave happy with these just-above-dollar-store quality baseballs, but if they want them signed The Baseball Valkyrie will gladly sign one for the low, low, low price of $100.
Deanne leaves her now empty basket in the corner of a set of steel steps and the ring apron and uses it as a stand for her bat. After rolling into the ring the battle-tested blonde enters a crouch hops into the air, landing with a loud thump! She does it again and again, hopping along her side of the ring like she’s on a pogo stick, the audience claps along with each landing, already enthralled by the ring general.
Thump! Thump! Thump! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
She may not be able to move exactly as she did in her youth, but Deanne knows how to get a crowd in the palm of her hand, and her bombastic, bouncing bosom doesn’t hurt things either.
After The Baseball Valkyrie’s entrance theme fades out, there is a beat of silence. And another. And another. The lights go out. The speakers blare a symphony that has half the crowd on their feet, screaming moments before the spotlights turn on.
TURNADOT- FINALE
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The air fills with sounds of a full orchestra playing alongside powerful, classically trained singers. The audio of Giacomo Puccini’s three-stage opera feels perfectly appropriate with the sight of the stage illuminated with blinding white spotlights, all focused on the towering sentinel that was the Intercontinental champion, Victoria Hackenschmidt.
VICTORIA HACKENSCHMIDT
Victoria drinks in the uproarious response the FAWNatics give. Some of them change their attitudes once the bell starts, but they always love her when the music’s playing. Hackenschmidt takes in a calming breath through her nose and sets down the ramp. The German Giant stood tall and imposing in gleaming silver armour that reflected the bright lights shining down, making her appear as a descended archangel. Her head is covered in a Corinthian helmet that protects the back and sides of her head but leaves her high-boned cheeks free, a strip of metal stretched down from the center opening to cover her nose. The helm is smooth other than an artful etching that circles the top of the skull resembling a bejewelled crown. A fitted plackart covered Vic’s modest chest and firm belly connected to a pair of pauldrons covering her shoulders, and an armoured skirt of brown leather with steel plating extends past her knees. All detailed in similar etchings to her helmet, which gave the young veteran an aura of royalty. But the most crucial thing on Victoria’s person is around her waist, the Intercontinental Championship belt. Under the spotlight, it shone the brightest beacon to any potential challenger, employed by FAWN or not, to try and pry it from the Destroyer’s grasp.
Head bowed in silent prayer; her gauntleted hands clutch the handle of a cross-hilted broadsword nearly four feet in length, a replica of an old family heirloom that hung over the fireplace in her family estate in Hesse, Germany. With a mighty roar, she flexes her powerful arms and hefts the blade up to a cheering audience, then onto her shoulder before beginning her march towards the ring, the spotlights following her every step.
"Standing at 5 feet 11 inches and weighing in at 152 pounds!! From Phoenix, Arizona by way of Hesse, Germany!! She is The Valiant One!! The Intercontinental Champion, Victoria “The Knight” Hackenschmidt!!!”
Before the bell, Victoria tries to keep her mind on the match ahead, but she still reaches her free arm out to Hi-Five the hands of the FAWNatics leaning over the guardrail. The Valiant One briefly detours to a set of steel steps where a solid-looking metal box with a small slit cut into the top sat by the ring apron. Hackenschmidt takes the sword off her shoulder, swings in a broad and swift circle before plunging it down into the box with one hand in a single smooth motion. She hands the belt to an attendant who takes the prize to the commentator's table and takes off her armour, placing it neatly on the step to be collected later, along with the belt, after she wins. The Knight’s no longer armed and fortified but somehow looks more dangerous in her usual ring attire. White halter top with matching boy-cut shorts, white boots and knee pads, and an elbow-length fingerless white glove on her right arm. All her gear has thin black lines that weave and intersect to resemble the plate armour she just discarded.
Deanne Darr Davis waves excitedly from across the ring, completely oblivious to the gravitas of the champion’s entrance, “Hey Vicky! Been a minute since LAW, yea?” Victoria smiles warmly and waves back, “Ja, it’s good to see you again.” She has fond memories of the Southern star, Deanne proved a true friend in helping Victoria acclimate to America when she first arrived. And was the impetus for meeting Danica, her buxom ex-partner was a valet for The Baseball Valkyrie while she saved money for wrestling school. The official performs a prematch check for foreign objects and both women come away clean, though Deanne’s search takes a bit longer than expected. The legend makes a strong and accurate first impression by giving the Ref. Craig Long’s cheeks a quick, hands-free slap with her juggs via a quick shoulder shimmy when he leans into the check, The official sputters and stumbles back redfaced as Davis gives him a playful wink, “There might be more comin’ if you play your cards right.”
Crag Long shakes his head and walks away, taking the face full of boobs in stride. As a wrestling referee, there are far worse things to be hit by, this is an ice moment by any measure. He rears his arm back to signal for the bell when a hand grabs him by the bicep, he looks back to see Deanne smiling disarmingly, "Hang back a sec, young stud, I got somethin' to say."
"Um, I.. uh.." Caught off guard, Craig hammers impotently as Davis collects a microphone from an attendant like she's been here since day one.
"Helllllooo!" Deanne calls out to the FAWNatics, pacing around the ring, "Aren't you all surprised to see me!" The crowd gives a friendly cheer, "I'm finally where the big girls play! Speaking of…" As she walks near a bemused Victoria, hands stretched and gripping the top cables Deanne raises a placating hand, "This'll just take a second, hun. Don't fret" Vic nods and gestures to the crowd, she knows this is a big moment for the Princess of the Pitch.
Deanne winks and snaps a finger gun at the young champion, "Thanks Vicky, you're a doll," she turns back to the fans as the entire arena chuckles. "I've fought everywhere! In bingo halls and gymnasiums, wrestling in front of 80, 000 people in Korea, private penthouse catfights in the palaces of royalty, and now I'm here! Where the big gals play!."
A long, heartfelt cheer rises from the audience, many of them having an emotional connection to the veteran, having watched many of her best matches in the top ten lists of other stars(most of which retired some time ago). Deanne adjusts her grip on the microphone as she appears to take the love to heart, pinpricks of tears in her eyes, "I've had a long career; I've won championships, lost feuds, wrecked a home or two," she shrugs with her palms up in an "I'm guilty, but come on…" sort of way, the crowd laughs again. "I've wrestled every legend alive and dead, I am UNDEFEATED against Sydney Deschain!....In Scrabble."
Deanne says those last two words quietly but they send the whole building into giggles, her next words are soft-spoken and heartfelt, the Valkyrie’s mood suddenly serious. "For a long time, I've said I'd retire when I'm dead. Now that I'm closer to the finish line than the starting line... I'd rather go out with a bang than a whimper. So, I'm announcing that tonight, win or lose, I am retiring…. " The arena goes silent, Victoria straightens up, alarmed and concerned, “Vhat?”
Deanne continues, “From Scrabble. That's right, Deschain! You'll never beat me! I'm the one who got away, you brunette Beetch!"
The big-haired blonde loud declarations of victory over a rival are nearly drowned out by a sea of guffaws, even Hackenschmidt chortles a bit, “I should have known.” Miles away, the Woodsboro Mangler, Sydney Deschain herself is in her home, watching Cold November Pain on her TV set, and rolling a pair of lettered tiles in her hand. Mulling over her wars with Deanne in her formative years and their tentative friendship she mutters to herself, “Alright, Grandma. You win this round.”
Back in the famous FAWN arena, Deanne Darr Davis is still ramping up, "Whether it's The Jungle or the main roster, you're gonna see a lot of me! Plenty left in the tank! Plenty of young women to get caught in the High Out, live fast, drink hard, and always swing for a home run!" She whirls back to Victoria, pointing a finger at the German's lower abdomen but clearly meaning the title previously wrapped around it.
"Vicky, I love you like a cold Pilsner on a hot day, but I'm taking that gold. Ring the bell!"
As the timekeeper FINALLY strikes the bell, as it Dings Davis throws the mic to the attendant with a perfect underhand toss and adopts a classic grappler's stance. She's animatedly cross-stepping side to side while inching closer to Victoria, rotating her arms in and out to take the champ in an Elbow and Collar like a living cartoon. Fans in the stands are hyped and starving to see the legend turned pseudo rookie start this new phase of her career with a big win and a shiny new belt, they're chanting "TRIP-LE D! TRIP-LE D! TRIP-LE D!" A shorthand for Deanne's full name, and her bra size.
Victoria remains in her corner, just watching her charismatic opponent's antics with a small grin. The Knight knew Deanne would get the FAWNatics on her side but she didn't think it would be this quick, but Victoria has no ill will towards the large-chested vet, it's all part of Deanne's charm.
"Come on, babe-bee!" The crowd is caught between cheers and laughter watching Deane performing an exaggerated combat roll, getting a few feet closer and popping up to wave Hackenschmidt to her, "Let's do this!"
The champ lets out some air through her nose and pushes off the turnbuckles and marches toward the scrappy challenger, arm out for a handshake.
"Let's have a good match, Valkyrie."
Offended, Deanne screws her face up and goes "Pbff! Girl, we're closer than that. Get in here." Deane moves the hand away hugs the much taller, much younger woman. Victoria hugs back with some awkward back pats, not expecting the affection, "Yes, we are. Let's not keep them waitHErgg!"
As they separate Deanne snatches Victoria's wrist and slips behind her, wrenching the arm up in a hammerlock, "gotta keep on your toes, girlie!" Deanne pulls on the limb making Vic hiss and go on her tiptoes, "I'll turn ya into a pretzel if you don't-waitwaitergh!"
Victoria reverses the Hammerlock making the substantially smaller blonde seize up and slap her shoulder, Victoria pumps the limb a few times to get the Southerner squawking before transitioning to a Headlock."We are friends, Kleine Mutter, but don't think you can take advantage." The Knight lowers herself to a knee as she flexes her brawny arm, squeezing Deanne's reddening face between her bicep and the lower swell of a breast. the Baseball Valkyrie ineffectually pushes at Hackenschmidt's arm as the champion walks her deeper into the ring, her lips touching Victoria's skin as she explains muffled, "Juss ginib ya I'll I got."
Vic grins and gives Davis another melon-crushing squeeze, "I get it." She raises a few inches before THAWMing the old gal against the mat with a Headlock Takeover. Even this light offence against the Duchess of the Diamond sours the crowd on the champion. Victoria suppresses an eye-roll and cranks up on the headlock making Davis beat her heels on the ring floor. Victoria speaks to Deanne casually, but with genuine need, “You must teach me how you get the fans on your side, not that it matters. I just the negativity a bit- pfff!”
Deanne interrupts Victoria with an escape attempt, her abbreviated but shapely legs try to wrap around the German’s head from behind but The Knight ducks her head out of the way in time. Deanne goes for the head again and again but achieves nothing other than tickling Victoria’s cheeks with her knee-high socks. On the fourth go, Victoria leans down just enough for Deanne to shift their weight and tilt Hackenschmidt so her shoulders are on the canvas.
ONE!
Victoria springs out of the hold onto a hand and the balls of her feet and darts forward to trap Deanne in a Front Facelock before The Baseball Valkyrie can arise fully from the canvas. Shoving her friend between her firm thighs, Victoria flips a fearful Deanne Darr Davis up her towering form to a seat on her shoulders. Deanne quickly pumps three hard punches to the German’s forehead and Hackenschmidt staggers a bit, awkwardly back peddling a few steps.
THAWM!
But not enough to stop the Destroyer from Powerbombing Davis into a crater. The challenger looks up at the lights with mouth agape and eyes wide, her legs stay elevated in a wide V before flopping to the canvas, Victoria’s power is always a shock no matter how many times you feel it. The champion in question hops into the air and flattens Deanne’s already trim stomach with a mini Splash and pulls the far leg in for an early match-ending pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Deanne raises both arms, keeping her in the game for another three seconds at least. Hackenschmidt laces both hands behind the smaller blonde’s neck and pulls her to verticality, ordering her almost gently, “Up, up.” When the Duchess of the Diamond gets her boots under her she starts digging forearm shivers under The Knight’s ribs; Victoria grunts and shudders with each blow but keeps her grip on the nape of Deanne's neck, leaving her abs and sides free for the Southern gal to pummel, and she does! Years of barfights, locker room scraps and dust-ups on the pitch have given Deanne fists of lead and boxer's sense of anatomy. A hard shot up the breadbasket makes Victoria gag and finally break her clasp on Deanne to and cross her arms around her hurting tummy. A little more space to work with and a little more confident, Deanne volleys Vic's chest with a six-spot of Knife-edge chops. The FAWNatics are loving the veteran's comeback and give an echoing "WOOO!" After each flesh welting Chop.
CRACK WOOO!
Her chips may not be at a Bloodwind's level but they do the job. The gasping Victoria's blasted into the ropes, one arm dangling over the edge while the other massages her modest, abused chest. Deanne bends her right arm into a V and pastes the young talent with the side of her elbow twice before hightailing it to the other side of the Squared Circle.
"Let's take this outside!" Deanne hits the ropes and rebounds back with an arm extended- SPEAR! Victoria bursts off the ropes with a lowered shoulder that plows into Deanne's gut! The Knight rolls into the tackle and lands safely in a seat while the Baseball Valkyrie skids across the coarse mat like a deer that walked onto a busy highway, eventually settling on a hip in the fetal position, looking shellshocked. Victoria takes a deep breath to make sure those belly punches won't hinder her going forward, and pushes to get feet. Deanne manages to turn into her knees but can't get her forehead off the canvas, raising her still shapely ass to the nearing champion like a plea for mercy.
Hackenschmidt lowers and takes the nearly bisected baseball player by the waist and scoops her up like a bag of groceries, knotting her hands at Deanne's hip and digging them uncomfortably against the bone as she puts the hurt on her American friend. Deanne's feet sway and kick inches above the ring floor as the German woman's powerful arms constrict her middle and wring out any air in her lungs.
The Knight tenses and flexes the muscles in her body into fantastic definition as she tries to grind the lightweight In her arms into a fine paste Victoria's breath is hot and heavy in The Baseball Valkyrie's ear, "With all due respect, Miz Davis, " Victoria cinches tighter and Deanne wheezes a pitiful moan.
“Perhaps you should have started the FAWN phase of your career with an easier opponent. Like Bianca Simpson… or Pandora.”
The debuting darling gives a raspy chuckle, "Pandora doesn't have a sexy accent."
Victoria gets the slightest of blushes and squeezes Davis like trying to squash her awkwardness along with the busty challenger. The Baseball Valkyrie lets a strangled cry frantically yet uselessly pushes at the steel bands disguised as arms around her waist. Davis gets catty and uses her experienced nails to trail furrows on Hackenschmidt's soft skin, getting in three full rakes before the displeased Teutonic Terror wildly shakes Deanne back and forth.
Amid a storm of boos from the FAWNatics, Deanne is uncomfortably jostled in the Bearhug, her back to Victoria's belly while the Destroyer's laced together hands dig into her own. The Southerner's limbs flop with each jerk, Deanne's debut is looking more and more disastrous. Though the jostling of the veteran's large chest really assuages the crowd's sadness. Victoria stops rattling her curvy cargo, letting Deanne slump forward a bit, her arms and legs looking listless. Victoria glances at the referee, "Check her."
The zebra nods and reaches for Deanne's wrist. Thawck! Before he makes contact, The Baseball Valkyrie brings her hands together and with a shove and a twist, bludgeons Hackenschmidt in the cheek with an elbow. The German head whips to the side with a grimace but she maintains that brutal Bearhug.
Thwack! Thwack!
The crowd comes back alive seeing Victoria eat two more big elbows and the crushing noose around Davis's stomach loosens to a too-tight cummerbund, the lightweight challenger has enough wiggle room to turn in the submission to get face to dazed faced with Victoria. The Knight resurges and pumps the hold back into place, while The Baseball Valkyrie lifts her legs and applies a Bodyscissors above Victoria’s hips, negating some of the Bearhug’s pain and bringing some to the hugger herself. Deanne’s gained some ground but she still losing this race; she crosses her ankles and ups the pressure in those gams making Victoria gurgle in pain, however, The Knight hups Deanne higher in the hold and tightens it with tummy SMECKing force. The two blondes of vastly different statures grind their forwards together with intense looks of concentration, they look more like a pair of lovers working off some tension than adversaries in a match.
Deanne’s face twists in effort and works a pair of nerve claws on Victoria’s trapeziuses like an inversion of Becky Clayton’s E-Tool, Hackenschmidt’s legs buckle but she stays upright. Fans feel the IC champion’s control on the situation is loosening and nine-tenths of the arena is loudly in the challenger’s camp, a scant few FAWNatics cheer for the career babyface but they’re drowned out by sheer hatred of the ‘Smarter’ marks. Victoria’s concentration starts to splinter when one of them calls out, “Stop hogging the PPV spots, you unsexy block of wood!”
Vic was locked into an intense staredown with Davis when that insult makes her raise her eyebrows in surprise. She knows she doesn’t have the curves of a LaKeisha Bates or a Hailey Kenedy but that was needlessly hurtful. Deanne gets her attention back by doubling down o the Bodyscissors and Nerve Claws.
“Keep your eyes on me, Vicky,” Deanne orders with a grin centimetres from Victoria’s wincing face. “Ignore those drunk chuckleheads, their jibes mean nothing anyway.”
Despite her supportive words, Deanne purposefully reinforced that belligerent ticket buyer’s words and undermined Victoria’s fragile self-esteem by bullying the German’s molehills with her American mountains. Deanne had been in many a titfight, and it was a very rare occasion that she lost; with Victoria, so helplessly outgunned in the mammary department it was a miracle she didn’t break the hug right there. The Baseball Valkyrie’s bazooms bullied and battered the Knight’s itty bitties with each roll and shimmy of her shoulders, Vic bites her lower lip to keep from crying out and tries to return fire, but this was one discipline she was not trained in…. Not that she had much to work with, Victoria thought bitterly.
“If I didn’t know better Miz Davis, I say you’re applying mind games and Erf! ERGH!”
Hackenschmidt shudders and blinks when Davis’ hard nipples glance her own, leaving her exposed for a Thunderclap. Deanne claps her hands forcefully behind Hackenschmidt's head, boxing the champ's ears with her biceps. The Bearhug finally breaks as Victoria staggers backwards, her sense of balance thrown for a loop. Deanne drops to the canvas and with a heave of her JMDs takes in a big gulp of air loves it like water in the desert.
Putting her weight on her back foot, Deanne lunges at the Towering Teuton, grabs her by the hair and plunges Victoria's face DEEP between those Tennesse Ta-tas! The Baseball Valkyrie wrenches her side to side, giving Victoria a thorough taste of the Juggs that’s smothered out a thousand women and will smother a thousand more; Vic sputters and protests but any fleeting glimpse of oxygen is quickly replaced by hot, sweaty, satiny flesh. With Davis being substantially shorter, Victoria is forced into a steep lean and she’s struggling to keep her balance, The Knight’s arms windmill and slap at the challenger’s body but she can’t find the magic button that will release her from the Jugg-Out.
Deanne grins wildly as gives Hackenschmidt the scrub-a-dub-dub. There's no better feeling in the world than having an all-out 'good girl' submit to your tits and having a building full of people cheer you for it. She maneuvers Hackenschmidt so deep into her valley, the German's nose presses flat against her sternum. The champion painfully beats the heels of her hands above Deanne's kidneys but after a few shots her limbs slow and turn to desperate pawing. Victoria’s naturally strong and never skips the gym, but her strength seems diminished to a small fraction of itself when trapped in the Front Sleeper…. A mental scar from her series of lopsided matches with her racktacular, former student, perhaps?
"Just go to sleep now, little Vicky," The Duchess of the Diamond grips her own elbows to make the seal tighter and purrs when pleasing whimpers vibrate through her chest. "I promise when I take your title I'll be real gentle with ya afterwards. Be honest, you've wanted to be put to sleep by my breast meat for a while now. My gurls put your Squire, Danica's to shame, don't they? Don't be shy now, give ‘em a-hold on! Hold on!"
The mention of her former tag partner turned bullying, amorous badass, Victoria weak squirming becomes enraged thrashing! With wild swings, Victoria beats and bullies Deanne back with her face still lodged between the legend’s legendary titties. A digging uppercut on the navel makes Deanne wretch and nearly lose her balance by a half-step, giving Victoria the golden opportunity to yank her head free from its sweltering prison. The camera positioned to left catches Victoria’s freed face, it’s quite the shock with her bared teeth and the intense, hateful in her eyes. Deanne stares wide-eyed, suddenly afraid for herself and little for her eternal composed friend. She raises a placating hand, “Now hold on now...take a breathaAAAAH!!”
Gripping the lightweight under one arm and by the shoulder of the other, Victoria hoists Davis above her head with one mighty heave and tosses the veteran all the way across the ring!
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Deanne’s a P-26 shot out of the sky, uncontrollably rocketing to the ring floor with a BRUTAL crash landing. Turning upside down while in the air Deanne lands hard on her back in a matchbook, nearly caving in her face with her own knee but getting only a glancing blow by the devil’s luck. The official’s about to throw up a match ending X to get Davis some medical attention when Davis sluggishly sits up, raises a hand to stop him before flopping back to the mat, eyes spinning. She manages to roll onto her elbows when Victoria stomps over and wordlessly pulls Deanne to her feet by a fistful of hair. Leaning down, Victoria slips an arm between Deanne's wobbly legs and claps on a handful of baseball lovin' booty and lifts Deanne across her chest. Victoria effortlessly carries the veteran In a quick circle before striding to the set of ropes facing the ramp. The FAWNatics boo and jeer thinking the young giant is showing off her prey, but in reality, The Knight is in a state of boundless anger (and self-hate) and is impulsively burning off adrenaline.
The Baseball Valkyrie wriggles in Victoria's grasp looking for an escape but the German flexes her digits, securing her grip while applying dual claws on Deanne's buttocks and back. Going into a deep crouch, Victoria lets loose a guttural roar as she rips up and hurls herself into a back bump while throwing Deanne spinning into the air. Completing two and a half revolutions before she hits the ground, the Valkyrie roughly skids across the canvas like she’s been thrown from a car crash. Either sheer luck or years of fight experience stops Davis from a fall to the outside, her right elbow catches on the bottom rope leaving three-quarters of the veteran’s body dangling off the edge
FALLAWAY SLAM
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“Ist das was du willst!” Victoria nearly frothing at the mouth as she stomps over to her splattered foe, her mind still clouded by a burning rage. She pulls Deanne fully back into the ring with a single pull on her arm and forces the Baseball Valkyrie to verticality with barely any help from Deanne. Victoria backs Deanne into a corner with a choking forearm under her chin, she sprays spit into her friend’s unfocused face, “Ist es das, was ich sein soll!” The Knight takes a big step and whips Deanne away Irish style, the veteran forced into an ungraceful but quick pace. Deanne seems out of it and trips in a big way and she's on route to crack her head against the bottom buckle.
The crowd gasps thinking they're about to witness a woman get a permanent injury or worse… then go nuts seeing Deanne control her fall and flip over the turnbuckles to land on the apron! Looking more alive and focused than the last couple of minutes, Deanne runs to the next corner on her side of the ring and climbs to the high rent district. Victoria's already charged halfway across the Squared Circle ready to smash Deanne to pieces, the Princess of the Pitch leaps from the top of the post outstretched in a Crossbody- Hackenschmidt catches her! Deanne's comeback is shut down as soon as it starts; Deanne looks fearful and tries to slip out of the champion’s clutches as Victoria walks her back to center ring but there’s no escape. The Knight drops to a knee, slamming Davis’s ribs on her thigh. "Aaieee!" The challenger shivers and lets out a shrill cry, belly and chest heaving as she tries to block the accumulating pain, and judging from the tears in her eyes, failing miserably.
Ric Flair toss
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Victoria stays in that position for a few beats, not bending Deanne over the joint od grinding it in, just letting the moment sink in before tossing her friend away with another Fallaway Slam. This one’s less powerful than the first, but when dealing with Victoria Hackenschmidt a little goes a long way: Deanne lands on her side in the shadow of a corner and listlessly turns to lie facing the lights. A low moan of resigned anguish releases from her lips as she takes stock of the last few minutes. Her hair is a mess, her clothes dishevelled, Deanne looks like she's dealing with a hangover after a weekend of debauchery than CC competing in a title match.
Victoria wearily walks to the farthest set of buckles from the supine Davis sits on the middle pad, head down and hands on knees. Dimly aware of the sea negativity stirred up by the battering of the beloved Baseball Valkyrie, Victoria breathes shakily, urging her emotions under control.
Calm down, calm down, she thought. Pin her and go home.
The official comes by as The Knight closes her eyes and takes calming breathes through her nose. Cordially but authoritatively, "If I don't see some kind of offence from Davis I'm stopping the match, if you delay this any longer than needed I'm stopping this match."
Vic and pats him on the shoulder without looking and heads toward the throw-sick Tennessean, answering dully “Ja. this is correct.”
Deanne manages to get on her haunches as the towering young veteran gets close, she tiredly raises her hands and makes them into a time-out sign. Victoria keeps coming but slows her pace out of respect; head lolling Deanne speaks exhaustedly, “Just sec, girl. Amidst being turned into wall-spaghetti, I realized I may have offended you, and that was not my intention. I am sorry.” Vic gives a small head tilt accepting the apology.
“Danke. And I am sorry for losing my temper and control,” Victoria leans down and laces her fingers behind Deanne’s head and through her now, slightly bird’s nest-esque coif of hair, “I’m also sorry that I have to end your first match in FAWN with a defeaaARGHH!”
Rising off her haunches Deanne launches a fist through Hackenschmidt’s legs to the middle of the champ’s back, thrusting her bicep against Hackenschmidt’s womanhood. Victoria goes pale and bends over with an uncharacteristic squeal, she backs up on wavering legs with her hands gingerly holding her abused center and looks at Deanne with a “how could you?” expression of betrayal. The Baseball Valkyrie looks into the German girl’s watering eyes and shrugs apologetically, “and I’m sorry I had to do that,” Deanne gets up looking a bit more together than she did while she was begging off. Walking to the stooped Destroyer’s side, Deanne palms Victoria by the scruff as if she’s about to launch into a Bulldog, instead she doubling down on the low blows with a swinging back kick; the Southerner’s heel banging against Victoria’s muff like a battering ram on the doors of a holy church.
BUNT
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“OOOAAAIIEEE!!”
Vic lets out a banshee’s wail and crumples to the mat in the biggest fetal position in wrestling, audible sobs rocking her form. The official steps up to Deanne, "Ease off the low blows or I got have to end the match." Deanne raises her hands, "I respect you, zebra man. Just tilting the scales in my favour."
The Duchess of the Diamond reaches down and takes the gently weeping Hackenschmidt and drags her to stand wobbly feet. Keeping the short-haired blonde hunched over with a Butterfly lock, Deanne pumps knee after knee into Victoria's middle as she leads the croaking champion to a set of buckles. Deanne shoves Victoria into the corner and sets up a boxer's stance.
Seeing a comeback victory on the horizon, Triple D swings for the fences! Deanne treats Vic like an alluringly shaped punching bag and hits with sweat spraying force with each punch. The old-school wrestler targets a spot on Victoria's body for a few seconds, before treating another section to a smackdown. Three uppercuts to the breadbasket, two hooks to the left cheek, alternating jabs to the breasts, a shot to each kidney, forearm shivers to the right cheek, and hits to the liver just for fun!
The FAWNatics are ERUPTING watching a true underdog story come to life, it’s not often they an older lightweight lay a beatdown a young giant and Deanne is taking Victoria to the woodshed. The overwhelmed German is starting to sink under the storm of blows and Deanne follows her all the way down with stomps to the gut, when Victoria’s ass hits canvas the official finally remembers his job and tries to pull the fight out of the corner. Deanne turns to him with raised, surrendering hands with repeated little bows, “S’all good my friend, we’ll keep it legal.” The zebra confuse by the show deference when the giggling of the fans clues him in and he sees the Valkyrie’s left leg kicking back, hitting a few extra gutbusters on the sly.
Regal back kicks
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The official points an accusatory at Davis’s adorable nose. “Hey cut that out!” the big-haired blonde relents, knowing to quit when she’s ahead. The official is emphatically articulating his anger with hands, gesturing for Deanne to give Victoria some space, and the indie veteran acquiesces with a smile. Victoria sits at the base of the corner hugging and mentally berating herself for giving Deanne the chance to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. Really feeling her aches and pains, Victoria decides logic over perception and slowly straightens out on the canvas to roll to the outside for a break; the throttling she freshly suffered slows Vic to snail’s pace, so when Deanne spots the young lion about to escape, she dashes to leave the ring first! Moving like a woman 20(or 30) years younger, Deanne performs a running slide out of the ring near the corner where Vic is lying down and nimble lands on her feet. Reaching back into the ring she takes Victoria by the ankles, “Come here, girl!” and drags her along the rough mat the champs feet bookend the steel post.
Hackenschmidt props up on her elbows and whips her head over her shoulder to look at Davis with a mix of fear and anger, “Deanne! Don’t you Dare!” The dirty fighter in question sheepishly shrugs with an apologetic expression, “Aahh…. I’m sorry Vicky, but I know how dangerous you are and I can’t take any chances. Take it as a sign of respect.” Respect is not the word Hackenschmidt thinks to use when Deanne takes a step back and hauls Victoria towards her, the steel pillar doing its best to split the champion up the middle!
The haggard Hackenschmidt squeals like a stuck pig when her kitty kisses cold metal; between pitiful sobs, Hackenschmidt curses out her friend, now at this moment, hated enemy.
"FICK DICH!"
Deanne casually strolls past Victoria's limp legs and reaches into the ring to condescendingly pats the youngster's bum a few times then gives it a squeeze and jostle. "Dang, are you actually cussin'? I must really got you rattled. Git on out here…"
The Baseball Valkyrie grabs Victoria by a shoulder strap and flank and drags the loose-limbed giant to the outside. Once she’s certain Victoria can stand on wobbly legs Deanne pulls her into a Front Facelock and takes a handful of The Knight’s waistband by the hip ”Let’s mend things over a Lager after this.”
Davis crouches for Snap Suplex, a slightly absurd move given their size difference but the Tennessean was never one to shy away from risk. We’ll never know if it would have paid off, Victoria drops to a knee and slips free of Davis’s arm and rams her forehead into the challenger’s stomach, growling, “I prefer to drink alone.”
Deanne turns a little green and stumbles back a few steps, so Victoria claws after her, snagging some pinstripes by the ribs and pulling Deanne into an off-center headbutt to the heart. The Knight catches a bit more boob than intended and has to stop to wipe teat sweat and tingly feeling of her face, she has the time; Deanne’s eyes roll back and her hands drop a few inches, temporarily short-circuited by the thud to the ticker.
After a few seconds of rubbing the skin on her forehead raw with her palms, Victoria goes for the Hat Trick; the Teutonic Terror reaches for the opening of Deanne’s one-piece for another Glasgow Hello when the legend’s eye snap back to life and she seizes the young lion’s paw in both hands! Deanne was playing possum and Vic feel for it….again!
Deanne brags “When you got as much cushion as I do, that move loses its potency.” The dirtiest player in two games spins under the arm to contrast it in a painful twist and uses it as a leash to Arm Drag Victoria along the side of the ring to CLANG head over heels into a set of steel steps.
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Out of breath as she pushes up from the padded concrete, Deanne huffs “Not what I was planning, but a move’s a move.” Once she’s fully vertical, Deanne makes like the babe and points a finger to the rafters, she’s calling her shot and the Orlando wrestling fans are here for it. Aware of the official’s count starting to get dangerously high Deanne gets Victoriaoff the ground and muscles her into the ring like she’s getting her drunk roommate on the couch for the night. Deanne crawls on top of a belly-up Intercontinental champion and hooks both of Victoria’s redwood long gams and points Knight’s underrated ass to the house lights. The arena watches with bated breath...
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE-NNNOO!!!
With an echoing roar, Victoria spasms and bucks Deanne off as she turns onto her side, throwing the legend in the air and four feet away. The Baseball Valkyrie scrambles to her knees after landing and stares in shock and awe at Hackenschmidt’s back, “Damn! What are they feedin’ you girls in pretzel country?”
Victoria has a very regimented diet designed in conjunction with her exercise routine, but she’s not feeling friendly enough to share details of it right now. The Knight gets herself up in staggered stages, her breathing heavy, but even from behind Deanne can tell, she’s building to another freakout. And no way is this Southern gal suffering that again! Deanne sprints like she’s running to Home Base; coming from behind Victoria, she takes her by the wrist for another Arm Drag, turnbuckles aren’t steel steps but they’ll do the trick. Deanne drops a hip and tugs but there’s no give. She looks into Victoria’s eyes and sees a controlled, coherent version of the berserker state The Knight was in earlier. This is much more frightening. Victoria rips Deanne forward into a throat bruising one-handed chokehold and with the other grips the Valkyrie’s one-piece by small of her back.
“Geh zum Teufel!”
Victoria screams to the heavens as she hauls Deanne Darr Davis as high as her arm can stretch, giving the lightweight one hell of wedgie and baring her perfectly aged buns to half the building. The camera catches Deanne’s bug-eyed face in the brief moment she’s futilely kicking in the air trying to get free, and the next moment when the Towering Teutonic Terror drops to her knees throwing Deanne onto the thinly padded plywood with ring quaking force.
CHOKESLAM
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Deanne’s a fly smeared on a windshield. The experienced grappler is spreadeagled on the mat, belly and enormous chest fluttering. The ref has already slid by on his knees hand raised for a three-count, but Victoria just looks down at the challenger and remembers everything she suffered at a supposedly weakened Davis. Victoria mutters coldly, “Better safe than sorry,” and pulls the ragdoll-like challenger to a seat as she takes her own in front of Deanne. Using the right wrist as a control, Victoria locks The BaseBall Valkyrie into a classic but rarely seen in action submission known as a Gogoplata. A stranglehold move of a few variations; this version crushes the victim’s throat against the user’s shin with Hackenschmidt pulling on the back of Deanne’s head.
GOGOPLATA
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The second pressure is applied Deanne sputters back to life and taps furiously against Victoria’s leg to save it, the disgruntled German doesn’t let go till she hears the first chime of the bell.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
“Your winner…. and still, Intercontinental champion…. Victoria Hackenschmidt!”
The FAWNatics had their hearts set on the incorrigible, but loveable Deanne Davis to win; they show their disappointment and with loud, angry boos. Victoria’s too lost in the euphoria of keeping her championship to notice, the official hands the shiny gold belt to her as she sits next to her conquered opponent. Deanne lays backs, redfaced and gulping air, breasts distractingly bobbing with each breath even in defeat. She raises a shaking hand from the mat, offering it to the winner, “Hey.. no hard feelings? Can we still be friends?”
Victoria is silent and still, filling Deanne with fear, but then she takes her hand.
“We can, Miz Davis. A well-fought match.” Victoria winces as an aftershock of pain travels through her nethers, “But you are buying me that Lager, and many more after.”
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“Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is for the Intercontinental Championship! It is scheduled for one Fall! Introducing first, the challenger; standing at 5 ft tall and weighing in at 124lbs, from Sevierville, Tennesse, The Baseball Valkyrie…. Deanne Darr Davis!”
DEANNE DARR DAVIS
The lyrics of Centerfield by John Fogerty flows through the air as a veteran of the Squared Circle steps through the curtain with the brightest smile you’ve ever seen and the biggest head of hair ever to shine under the house lights. A living legend of the independents and the international circuits; the beautiful Baseball Valkyrie makes her FAWN debut after wrestling in, literally, every other major promotion and most of the Indies. On paper, this territory titan should have left the ring for a backstage role a long time ago, but her body and face remain eerily youthful even by Paul Rudd standards (any rumours of botox are grounds for a slander lawsuit). When she’s not busting heads in the ring, she’s turning heads in the streets and making men and women squeal in the sheets. Tonight Deanne is dressed to impress in her usual uniform of a white one-piece with black pinstripes, cut low enough to bare most of the ridiculous rack that’s smothered out hundreds of women over decades of wrestling. She struts forward on black wrestling shoes to the edge of the ramp twirling in her right wrist a well-varnished maple wood baseball bat, with the same hand she pulls a stick of CBD chew from one of her Black knee-high socks and chomps down. With her left, she sets down a small cage basket of cheap baseballs. Setting the basket down, she plucks a ball and turns it in her hand, chirping in her Southern patois, “Alright, Sports Fans! Who wants a souvenir?” Deanne tosses the ball in the air and swings her trusty slugger. There’s an audible crack! and a roar of applause when she hits a dinger into the cheap seats!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Every few steps Deanne Darr Davis tattoos a ball into the stands, Her long mane of loose, blonde curls flies off her shoulders with each Major league swing. Fans can leave happy with these just-above-dollar-store quality baseballs, but if they want them signed The Baseball Valkyrie will gladly sign one for the low, low, low price of $100.
Deanne leaves her now empty basket in the corner of a set of steel steps and the ring apron and uses it as a stand for her bat. After rolling into the ring the battle-tested blonde enters a crouch hops into the air, landing with a loud thump! She does it again and again, hopping along her side of the ring like she’s on a pogo stick, the audience claps along with each landing, already enthralled by the ring general.
Thump! Thump! Thump! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
She may not be able to move exactly as she did in her youth, but Deanne knows how to get a crowd in the palm of her hand, and her bombastic, bouncing bosom doesn’t hurt things either.
After The Baseball Valkyrie’s entrance theme fades out, there is a beat of silence. And another. And another. The lights go out. The speakers blare a symphony that has half the crowd on their feet, screaming moments before the spotlights turn on.
TURNADOT- FINALE
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The air fills with sounds of a full orchestra playing alongside powerful, classically trained singers. The audio of Giacomo Puccini’s three-stage opera feels perfectly appropriate with the sight of the stage illuminated with blinding white spotlights, all focused on the towering sentinel that was the Intercontinental champion, Victoria Hackenschmidt.
VICTORIA HACKENSCHMIDT
Victoria drinks in the uproarious response the FAWNatics give. Some of them change their attitudes once the bell starts, but they always love her when the music’s playing. Hackenschmidt takes in a calming breath through her nose and sets down the ramp. The German Giant stood tall and imposing in gleaming silver armour that reflected the bright lights shining down, making her appear as a descended archangel. Her head is covered in a Corinthian helmet that protects the back and sides of her head but leaves her high-boned cheeks free, a strip of metal stretched down from the center opening to cover her nose. The helm is smooth other than an artful etching that circles the top of the skull resembling a bejewelled crown. A fitted plackart covered Vic’s modest chest and firm belly connected to a pair of pauldrons covering her shoulders, and an armoured skirt of brown leather with steel plating extends past her knees. All detailed in similar etchings to her helmet, which gave the young veteran an aura of royalty. But the most crucial thing on Victoria’s person is around her waist, the Intercontinental Championship belt. Under the spotlight, it shone the brightest beacon to any potential challenger, employed by FAWN or not, to try and pry it from the Destroyer’s grasp.
Head bowed in silent prayer; her gauntleted hands clutch the handle of a cross-hilted broadsword nearly four feet in length, a replica of an old family heirloom that hung over the fireplace in her family estate in Hesse, Germany. With a mighty roar, she flexes her powerful arms and hefts the blade up to a cheering audience, then onto her shoulder before beginning her march towards the ring, the spotlights following her every step.
"Standing at 5 feet 11 inches and weighing in at 152 pounds!! From Phoenix, Arizona by way of Hesse, Germany!! She is The Valiant One!! The Intercontinental Champion, Victoria “The Knight” Hackenschmidt!!!”
Before the bell, Victoria tries to keep her mind on the match ahead, but she still reaches her free arm out to Hi-Five the hands of the FAWNatics leaning over the guardrail. The Valiant One briefly detours to a set of steel steps where a solid-looking metal box with a small slit cut into the top sat by the ring apron. Hackenschmidt takes the sword off her shoulder, swings in a broad and swift circle before plunging it down into the box with one hand in a single smooth motion. She hands the belt to an attendant who takes the prize to the commentator's table and takes off her armour, placing it neatly on the step to be collected later, along with the belt, after she wins. The Knight’s no longer armed and fortified but somehow looks more dangerous in her usual ring attire. White halter top with matching boy-cut shorts, white boots and knee pads, and an elbow-length fingerless white glove on her right arm. All her gear has thin black lines that weave and intersect to resemble the plate armour she just discarded.
Deanne Darr Davis waves excitedly from across the ring, completely oblivious to the gravitas of the champion’s entrance, “Hey Vicky! Been a minute since LAW, yea?” Victoria smiles warmly and waves back, “Ja, it’s good to see you again.” She has fond memories of the Southern star, Deanne proved a true friend in helping Victoria acclimate to America when she first arrived. And was the impetus for meeting Danica, her buxom ex-partner was a valet for The Baseball Valkyrie while she saved money for wrestling school. The official performs a prematch check for foreign objects and both women come away clean, though Deanne’s search takes a bit longer than expected. The legend makes a strong and accurate first impression by giving the Ref. Craig Long’s cheeks a quick, hands-free slap with her juggs via a quick shoulder shimmy when he leans into the check, The official sputters and stumbles back redfaced as Davis gives him a playful wink, “There might be more comin’ if you play your cards right.”
Crag Long shakes his head and walks away, taking the face full of boobs in stride. As a wrestling referee, there are far worse things to be hit by, this is an ice moment by any measure. He rears his arm back to signal for the bell when a hand grabs him by the bicep, he looks back to see Deanne smiling disarmingly, "Hang back a sec, young stud, I got somethin' to say."
"Um, I.. uh.." Caught off guard, Craig hammers impotently as Davis collects a microphone from an attendant like she's been here since day one.
"Helllllooo!" Deanne calls out to the FAWNatics, pacing around the ring, "Aren't you all surprised to see me!" The crowd gives a friendly cheer, "I'm finally where the big girls play! Speaking of…" As she walks near a bemused Victoria, hands stretched and gripping the top cables Deanne raises a placating hand, "This'll just take a second, hun. Don't fret" Vic nods and gestures to the crowd, she knows this is a big moment for the Princess of the Pitch.
Deanne winks and snaps a finger gun at the young champion, "Thanks Vicky, you're a doll," she turns back to the fans as the entire arena chuckles. "I've fought everywhere! In bingo halls and gymnasiums, wrestling in front of 80, 000 people in Korea, private penthouse catfights in the palaces of royalty, and now I'm here! Where the big gals play!."
A long, heartfelt cheer rises from the audience, many of them having an emotional connection to the veteran, having watched many of her best matches in the top ten lists of other stars(most of which retired some time ago). Deanne adjusts her grip on the microphone as she appears to take the love to heart, pinpricks of tears in her eyes, "I've had a long career; I've won championships, lost feuds, wrecked a home or two," she shrugs with her palms up in an "I'm guilty, but come on…" sort of way, the crowd laughs again. "I've wrestled every legend alive and dead, I am UNDEFEATED against Sydney Deschain!....In Scrabble."
Deanne says those last two words quietly but they send the whole building into giggles, her next words are soft-spoken and heartfelt, the Valkyrie’s mood suddenly serious. "For a long time, I've said I'd retire when I'm dead. Now that I'm closer to the finish line than the starting line... I'd rather go out with a bang than a whimper. So, I'm announcing that tonight, win or lose, I am retiring…. " The arena goes silent, Victoria straightens up, alarmed and concerned, “Vhat?”
Deanne continues, “From Scrabble. That's right, Deschain! You'll never beat me! I'm the one who got away, you brunette Beetch!"
The big-haired blonde loud declarations of victory over a rival are nearly drowned out by a sea of guffaws, even Hackenschmidt chortles a bit, “I should have known.” Miles away, the Woodsboro Mangler, Sydney Deschain herself is in her home, watching Cold November Pain on her TV set, and rolling a pair of lettered tiles in her hand. Mulling over her wars with Deanne in her formative years and their tentative friendship she mutters to herself, “Alright, Grandma. You win this round.”
Back in the famous FAWN arena, Deanne Darr Davis is still ramping up, "Whether it's The Jungle or the main roster, you're gonna see a lot of me! Plenty left in the tank! Plenty of young women to get caught in the High Out, live fast, drink hard, and always swing for a home run!" She whirls back to Victoria, pointing a finger at the German's lower abdomen but clearly meaning the title previously wrapped around it.
"Vicky, I love you like a cold Pilsner on a hot day, but I'm taking that gold. Ring the bell!"
As the timekeeper FINALLY strikes the bell, as it Dings Davis throws the mic to the attendant with a perfect underhand toss and adopts a classic grappler's stance. She's animatedly cross-stepping side to side while inching closer to Victoria, rotating her arms in and out to take the champ in an Elbow and Collar like a living cartoon. Fans in the stands are hyped and starving to see the legend turned pseudo rookie start this new phase of her career with a big win and a shiny new belt, they're chanting "TRIP-LE D! TRIP-LE D! TRIP-LE D!" A shorthand for Deanne's full name, and her bra size.
Victoria remains in her corner, just watching her charismatic opponent's antics with a small grin. The Knight knew Deanne would get the FAWNatics on her side but she didn't think it would be this quick, but Victoria has no ill will towards the large-chested vet, it's all part of Deanne's charm.
"Come on, babe-bee!" The crowd is caught between cheers and laughter watching Deane performing an exaggerated combat roll, getting a few feet closer and popping up to wave Hackenschmidt to her, "Let's do this!"
The champ lets out some air through her nose and pushes off the turnbuckles and marches toward the scrappy challenger, arm out for a handshake.
"Let's have a good match, Valkyrie."
Offended, Deanne screws her face up and goes "Pbff! Girl, we're closer than that. Get in here." Deane moves the hand away hugs the much taller, much younger woman. Victoria hugs back with some awkward back pats, not expecting the affection, "Yes, we are. Let's not keep them waitHErgg!"
As they separate Deanne snatches Victoria's wrist and slips behind her, wrenching the arm up in a hammerlock, "gotta keep on your toes, girlie!" Deanne pulls on the limb making Vic hiss and go on her tiptoes, "I'll turn ya into a pretzel if you don't-waitwaitergh!"
Victoria reverses the Hammerlock making the substantially smaller blonde seize up and slap her shoulder, Victoria pumps the limb a few times to get the Southerner squawking before transitioning to a Headlock."We are friends, Kleine Mutter, but don't think you can take advantage." The Knight lowers herself to a knee as she flexes her brawny arm, squeezing Deanne's reddening face between her bicep and the lower swell of a breast. the Baseball Valkyrie ineffectually pushes at Hackenschmidt's arm as the champion walks her deeper into the ring, her lips touching Victoria's skin as she explains muffled, "Juss ginib ya I'll I got."
Vic grins and gives Davis another melon-crushing squeeze, "I get it." She raises a few inches before THAWMing the old gal against the mat with a Headlock Takeover. Even this light offence against the Duchess of the Diamond sours the crowd on the champion. Victoria suppresses an eye-roll and cranks up on the headlock making Davis beat her heels on the ring floor. Victoria speaks to Deanne casually, but with genuine need, “You must teach me how you get the fans on your side, not that it matters. I just the negativity a bit- pfff!”
Deanne interrupts Victoria with an escape attempt, her abbreviated but shapely legs try to wrap around the German’s head from behind but The Knight ducks her head out of the way in time. Deanne goes for the head again and again but achieves nothing other than tickling Victoria’s cheeks with her knee-high socks. On the fourth go, Victoria leans down just enough for Deanne to shift their weight and tilt Hackenschmidt so her shoulders are on the canvas.
ONE!
Victoria springs out of the hold onto a hand and the balls of her feet and darts forward to trap Deanne in a Front Facelock before The Baseball Valkyrie can arise fully from the canvas. Shoving her friend between her firm thighs, Victoria flips a fearful Deanne Darr Davis up her towering form to a seat on her shoulders. Deanne quickly pumps three hard punches to the German’s forehead and Hackenschmidt staggers a bit, awkwardly back peddling a few steps.
THAWM!
But not enough to stop the Destroyer from Powerbombing Davis into a crater. The challenger looks up at the lights with mouth agape and eyes wide, her legs stay elevated in a wide V before flopping to the canvas, Victoria’s power is always a shock no matter how many times you feel it. The champion in question hops into the air and flattens Deanne’s already trim stomach with a mini Splash and pulls the far leg in for an early match-ending pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Deanne raises both arms, keeping her in the game for another three seconds at least. Hackenschmidt laces both hands behind the smaller blonde’s neck and pulls her to verticality, ordering her almost gently, “Up, up.” When the Duchess of the Diamond gets her boots under her she starts digging forearm shivers under The Knight’s ribs; Victoria grunts and shudders with each blow but keeps her grip on the nape of Deanne's neck, leaving her abs and sides free for the Southern gal to pummel, and she does! Years of barfights, locker room scraps and dust-ups on the pitch have given Deanne fists of lead and boxer's sense of anatomy. A hard shot up the breadbasket makes Victoria gag and finally break her clasp on Deanne to and cross her arms around her hurting tummy. A little more space to work with and a little more confident, Deanne volleys Vic's chest with a six-spot of Knife-edge chops. The FAWNatics are loving the veteran's comeback and give an echoing "WOOO!" After each flesh welting Chop.
CRACK WOOO!
Her chips may not be at a Bloodwind's level but they do the job. The gasping Victoria's blasted into the ropes, one arm dangling over the edge while the other massages her modest, abused chest. Deanne bends her right arm into a V and pastes the young talent with the side of her elbow twice before hightailing it to the other side of the Squared Circle.
"Let's take this outside!" Deanne hits the ropes and rebounds back with an arm extended- SPEAR! Victoria bursts off the ropes with a lowered shoulder that plows into Deanne's gut! The Knight rolls into the tackle and lands safely in a seat while the Baseball Valkyrie skids across the coarse mat like a deer that walked onto a busy highway, eventually settling on a hip in the fetal position, looking shellshocked. Victoria takes a deep breath to make sure those belly punches won't hinder her going forward, and pushes to get feet. Deanne manages to turn into her knees but can't get her forehead off the canvas, raising her still shapely ass to the nearing champion like a plea for mercy.
Hackenschmidt lowers and takes the nearly bisected baseball player by the waist and scoops her up like a bag of groceries, knotting her hands at Deanne's hip and digging them uncomfortably against the bone as she puts the hurt on her American friend. Deanne's feet sway and kick inches above the ring floor as the German woman's powerful arms constrict her middle and wring out any air in her lungs.
The Knight tenses and flexes the muscles in her body into fantastic definition as she tries to grind the lightweight In her arms into a fine paste Victoria's breath is hot and heavy in The Baseball Valkyrie's ear, "With all due respect, Miz Davis, " Victoria cinches tighter and Deanne wheezes a pitiful moan.
“Perhaps you should have started the FAWN phase of your career with an easier opponent. Like Bianca Simpson… or Pandora.”
The debuting darling gives a raspy chuckle, "Pandora doesn't have a sexy accent."
Victoria gets the slightest of blushes and squeezes Davis like trying to squash her awkwardness along with the busty challenger. The Baseball Valkyrie lets a strangled cry frantically yet uselessly pushes at the steel bands disguised as arms around her waist. Davis gets catty and uses her experienced nails to trail furrows on Hackenschmidt's soft skin, getting in three full rakes before the displeased Teutonic Terror wildly shakes Deanne back and forth.
Amid a storm of boos from the FAWNatics, Deanne is uncomfortably jostled in the Bearhug, her back to Victoria's belly while the Destroyer's laced together hands dig into her own. The Southerner's limbs flop with each jerk, Deanne's debut is looking more and more disastrous. Though the jostling of the veteran's large chest really assuages the crowd's sadness. Victoria stops rattling her curvy cargo, letting Deanne slump forward a bit, her arms and legs looking listless. Victoria glances at the referee, "Check her."
The zebra nods and reaches for Deanne's wrist. Thawck! Before he makes contact, The Baseball Valkyrie brings her hands together and with a shove and a twist, bludgeons Hackenschmidt in the cheek with an elbow. The German head whips to the side with a grimace but she maintains that brutal Bearhug.
Thwack! Thwack!
The crowd comes back alive seeing Victoria eat two more big elbows and the crushing noose around Davis's stomach loosens to a too-tight cummerbund, the lightweight challenger has enough wiggle room to turn in the submission to get face to dazed faced with Victoria. The Knight resurges and pumps the hold back into place, while The Baseball Valkyrie lifts her legs and applies a Bodyscissors above Victoria’s hips, negating some of the Bearhug’s pain and bringing some to the hugger herself. Deanne’s gained some ground but she still losing this race; she crosses her ankles and ups the pressure in those gams making Victoria gurgle in pain, however, The Knight hups Deanne higher in the hold and tightens it with tummy SMECKing force. The two blondes of vastly different statures grind their forwards together with intense looks of concentration, they look more like a pair of lovers working off some tension than adversaries in a match.
Deanne’s face twists in effort and works a pair of nerve claws on Victoria’s trapeziuses like an inversion of Becky Clayton’s E-Tool, Hackenschmidt’s legs buckle but she stays upright. Fans feel the IC champion’s control on the situation is loosening and nine-tenths of the arena is loudly in the challenger’s camp, a scant few FAWNatics cheer for the career babyface but they’re drowned out by sheer hatred of the ‘Smarter’ marks. Victoria’s concentration starts to splinter when one of them calls out, “Stop hogging the PPV spots, you unsexy block of wood!”
Vic was locked into an intense staredown with Davis when that insult makes her raise her eyebrows in surprise. She knows she doesn’t have the curves of a LaKeisha Bates or a Hailey Kenedy but that was needlessly hurtful. Deanne gets her attention back by doubling down o the Bodyscissors and Nerve Claws.
“Keep your eyes on me, Vicky,” Deanne orders with a grin centimetres from Victoria’s wincing face. “Ignore those drunk chuckleheads, their jibes mean nothing anyway.”
Despite her supportive words, Deanne purposefully reinforced that belligerent ticket buyer’s words and undermined Victoria’s fragile self-esteem by bullying the German’s molehills with her American mountains. Deanne had been in many a titfight, and it was a very rare occasion that she lost; with Victoria, so helplessly outgunned in the mammary department it was a miracle she didn’t break the hug right there. The Baseball Valkyrie’s bazooms bullied and battered the Knight’s itty bitties with each roll and shimmy of her shoulders, Vic bites her lower lip to keep from crying out and tries to return fire, but this was one discipline she was not trained in…. Not that she had much to work with, Victoria thought bitterly.
“If I didn’t know better Miz Davis, I say you’re applying mind games and Erf! ERGH!”
Hackenschmidt shudders and blinks when Davis’ hard nipples glance her own, leaving her exposed for a Thunderclap. Deanne claps her hands forcefully behind Hackenschmidt's head, boxing the champ's ears with her biceps. The Bearhug finally breaks as Victoria staggers backwards, her sense of balance thrown for a loop. Deanne drops to the canvas and with a heave of her JMDs takes in a big gulp of air loves it like water in the desert.
Putting her weight on her back foot, Deanne lunges at the Towering Teuton, grabs her by the hair and plunges Victoria's face DEEP between those Tennesse Ta-tas! The Baseball Valkyrie wrenches her side to side, giving Victoria a thorough taste of the Juggs that’s smothered out a thousand women and will smother a thousand more; Vic sputters and protests but any fleeting glimpse of oxygen is quickly replaced by hot, sweaty, satiny flesh. With Davis being substantially shorter, Victoria is forced into a steep lean and she’s struggling to keep her balance, The Knight’s arms windmill and slap at the challenger’s body but she can’t find the magic button that will release her from the Jugg-Out.
Deanne grins wildly as gives Hackenschmidt the scrub-a-dub-dub. There's no better feeling in the world than having an all-out 'good girl' submit to your tits and having a building full of people cheer you for it. She maneuvers Hackenschmidt so deep into her valley, the German's nose presses flat against her sternum. The champion painfully beats the heels of her hands above Deanne's kidneys but after a few shots her limbs slow and turn to desperate pawing. Victoria’s naturally strong and never skips the gym, but her strength seems diminished to a small fraction of itself when trapped in the Front Sleeper…. A mental scar from her series of lopsided matches with her racktacular, former student, perhaps?
"Just go to sleep now, little Vicky," The Duchess of the Diamond grips her own elbows to make the seal tighter and purrs when pleasing whimpers vibrate through her chest. "I promise when I take your title I'll be real gentle with ya afterwards. Be honest, you've wanted to be put to sleep by my breast meat for a while now. My gurls put your Squire, Danica's to shame, don't they? Don't be shy now, give ‘em a-hold on! Hold on!"
The mention of her former tag partner turned bullying, amorous badass, Victoria weak squirming becomes enraged thrashing! With wild swings, Victoria beats and bullies Deanne back with her face still lodged between the legend’s legendary titties. A digging uppercut on the navel makes Deanne wretch and nearly lose her balance by a half-step, giving Victoria the golden opportunity to yank her head free from its sweltering prison. The camera positioned to left catches Victoria’s freed face, it’s quite the shock with her bared teeth and the intense, hateful in her eyes. Deanne stares wide-eyed, suddenly afraid for herself and little for her eternal composed friend. She raises a placating hand, “Now hold on now...take a breathaAAAAH!!”
Gripping the lightweight under one arm and by the shoulder of the other, Victoria hoists Davis above her head with one mighty heave and tosses the veteran all the way across the ring!
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Deanne’s a P-26 shot out of the sky, uncontrollably rocketing to the ring floor with a BRUTAL crash landing. Turning upside down while in the air Deanne lands hard on her back in a matchbook, nearly caving in her face with her own knee but getting only a glancing blow by the devil’s luck. The official’s about to throw up a match ending X to get Davis some medical attention when Davis sluggishly sits up, raises a hand to stop him before flopping back to the mat, eyes spinning. She manages to roll onto her elbows when Victoria stomps over and wordlessly pulls Deanne to her feet by a fistful of hair. Leaning down, Victoria slips an arm between Deanne's wobbly legs and claps on a handful of baseball lovin' booty and lifts Deanne across her chest. Victoria effortlessly carries the veteran In a quick circle before striding to the set of ropes facing the ramp. The FAWNatics boo and jeer thinking the young giant is showing off her prey, but in reality, The Knight is in a state of boundless anger (and self-hate) and is impulsively burning off adrenaline.
The Baseball Valkyrie wriggles in Victoria's grasp looking for an escape but the German flexes her digits, securing her grip while applying dual claws on Deanne's buttocks and back. Going into a deep crouch, Victoria lets loose a guttural roar as she rips up and hurls herself into a back bump while throwing Deanne spinning into the air. Completing two and a half revolutions before she hits the ground, the Valkyrie roughly skids across the canvas like she’s been thrown from a car crash. Either sheer luck or years of fight experience stops Davis from a fall to the outside, her right elbow catches on the bottom rope leaving three-quarters of the veteran’s body dangling off the edge
FALLAWAY SLAM
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“Ist das was du willst!” Victoria nearly frothing at the mouth as she stomps over to her splattered foe, her mind still clouded by a burning rage. She pulls Deanne fully back into the ring with a single pull on her arm and forces the Baseball Valkyrie to verticality with barely any help from Deanne. Victoria backs Deanne into a corner with a choking forearm under her chin, she sprays spit into her friend’s unfocused face, “Ist es das, was ich sein soll!” The Knight takes a big step and whips Deanne away Irish style, the veteran forced into an ungraceful but quick pace. Deanne seems out of it and trips in a big way and she's on route to crack her head against the bottom buckle.
The crowd gasps thinking they're about to witness a woman get a permanent injury or worse… then go nuts seeing Deanne control her fall and flip over the turnbuckles to land on the apron! Looking more alive and focused than the last couple of minutes, Deanne runs to the next corner on her side of the ring and climbs to the high rent district. Victoria's already charged halfway across the Squared Circle ready to smash Deanne to pieces, the Princess of the Pitch leaps from the top of the post outstretched in a Crossbody- Hackenschmidt catches her! Deanne's comeback is shut down as soon as it starts; Deanne looks fearful and tries to slip out of the champion’s clutches as Victoria walks her back to center ring but there’s no escape. The Knight drops to a knee, slamming Davis’s ribs on her thigh. "Aaieee!" The challenger shivers and lets out a shrill cry, belly and chest heaving as she tries to block the accumulating pain, and judging from the tears in her eyes, failing miserably.
Ric Flair toss
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Victoria stays in that position for a few beats, not bending Deanne over the joint od grinding it in, just letting the moment sink in before tossing her friend away with another Fallaway Slam. This one’s less powerful than the first, but when dealing with Victoria Hackenschmidt a little goes a long way: Deanne lands on her side in the shadow of a corner and listlessly turns to lie facing the lights. A low moan of resigned anguish releases from her lips as she takes stock of the last few minutes. Her hair is a mess, her clothes dishevelled, Deanne looks like she's dealing with a hangover after a weekend of debauchery than CC competing in a title match.
Victoria wearily walks to the farthest set of buckles from the supine Davis sits on the middle pad, head down and hands on knees. Dimly aware of the sea negativity stirred up by the battering of the beloved Baseball Valkyrie, Victoria breathes shakily, urging her emotions under control.
Calm down, calm down, she thought. Pin her and go home.
The official comes by as The Knight closes her eyes and takes calming breathes through her nose. Cordially but authoritatively, "If I don't see some kind of offence from Davis I'm stopping the match, if you delay this any longer than needed I'm stopping this match."
Vic and pats him on the shoulder without looking and heads toward the throw-sick Tennessean, answering dully “Ja. this is correct.”
Deanne manages to get on her haunches as the towering young veteran gets close, she tiredly raises her hands and makes them into a time-out sign. Victoria keeps coming but slows her pace out of respect; head lolling Deanne speaks exhaustedly, “Just sec, girl. Amidst being turned into wall-spaghetti, I realized I may have offended you, and that was not my intention. I am sorry.” Vic gives a small head tilt accepting the apology.
“Danke. And I am sorry for losing my temper and control,” Victoria leans down and laces her fingers behind Deanne’s head and through her now, slightly bird’s nest-esque coif of hair, “I’m also sorry that I have to end your first match in FAWN with a defeaaARGHH!”
Rising off her haunches Deanne launches a fist through Hackenschmidt’s legs to the middle of the champ’s back, thrusting her bicep against Hackenschmidt’s womanhood. Victoria goes pale and bends over with an uncharacteristic squeal, she backs up on wavering legs with her hands gingerly holding her abused center and looks at Deanne with a “how could you?” expression of betrayal. The Baseball Valkyrie looks into the German girl’s watering eyes and shrugs apologetically, “and I’m sorry I had to do that,” Deanne gets up looking a bit more together than she did while she was begging off. Walking to the stooped Destroyer’s side, Deanne palms Victoria by the scruff as if she’s about to launch into a Bulldog, instead she doubling down on the low blows with a swinging back kick; the Southerner’s heel banging against Victoria’s muff like a battering ram on the doors of a holy church.
BUNT
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“OOOAAAIIEEE!!”
Vic lets out a banshee’s wail and crumples to the mat in the biggest fetal position in wrestling, audible sobs rocking her form. The official steps up to Deanne, "Ease off the low blows or I got have to end the match." Deanne raises her hands, "I respect you, zebra man. Just tilting the scales in my favour."
The Duchess of the Diamond reaches down and takes the gently weeping Hackenschmidt and drags her to stand wobbly feet. Keeping the short-haired blonde hunched over with a Butterfly lock, Deanne pumps knee after knee into Victoria's middle as she leads the croaking champion to a set of buckles. Deanne shoves Victoria into the corner and sets up a boxer's stance.
Seeing a comeback victory on the horizon, Triple D swings for the fences! Deanne treats Vic like an alluringly shaped punching bag and hits with sweat spraying force with each punch. The old-school wrestler targets a spot on Victoria's body for a few seconds, before treating another section to a smackdown. Three uppercuts to the breadbasket, two hooks to the left cheek, alternating jabs to the breasts, a shot to each kidney, forearm shivers to the right cheek, and hits to the liver just for fun!
The FAWNatics are ERUPTING watching a true underdog story come to life, it’s not often they an older lightweight lay a beatdown a young giant and Deanne is taking Victoria to the woodshed. The overwhelmed German is starting to sink under the storm of blows and Deanne follows her all the way down with stomps to the gut, when Victoria’s ass hits canvas the official finally remembers his job and tries to pull the fight out of the corner. Deanne turns to him with raised, surrendering hands with repeated little bows, “S’all good my friend, we’ll keep it legal.” The zebra confuse by the show deference when the giggling of the fans clues him in and he sees the Valkyrie’s left leg kicking back, hitting a few extra gutbusters on the sly.
Regal back kicks
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The official points an accusatory at Davis’s adorable nose. “Hey cut that out!” the big-haired blonde relents, knowing to quit when she’s ahead. The official is emphatically articulating his anger with hands, gesturing for Deanne to give Victoria some space, and the indie veteran acquiesces with a smile. Victoria sits at the base of the corner hugging and mentally berating herself for giving Deanne the chance to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. Really feeling her aches and pains, Victoria decides logic over perception and slowly straightens out on the canvas to roll to the outside for a break; the throttling she freshly suffered slows Vic to snail’s pace, so when Deanne spots the young lion about to escape, she dashes to leave the ring first! Moving like a woman 20(or 30) years younger, Deanne performs a running slide out of the ring near the corner where Vic is lying down and nimble lands on her feet. Reaching back into the ring she takes Victoria by the ankles, “Come here, girl!” and drags her along the rough mat the champs feet bookend the steel post.
Hackenschmidt props up on her elbows and whips her head over her shoulder to look at Davis with a mix of fear and anger, “Deanne! Don’t you Dare!” The dirty fighter in question sheepishly shrugs with an apologetic expression, “Aahh…. I’m sorry Vicky, but I know how dangerous you are and I can’t take any chances. Take it as a sign of respect.” Respect is not the word Hackenschmidt thinks to use when Deanne takes a step back and hauls Victoria towards her, the steel pillar doing its best to split the champion up the middle!
The haggard Hackenschmidt squeals like a stuck pig when her kitty kisses cold metal; between pitiful sobs, Hackenschmidt curses out her friend, now at this moment, hated enemy.
"FICK DICH!"
Deanne casually strolls past Victoria's limp legs and reaches into the ring to condescendingly pats the youngster's bum a few times then gives it a squeeze and jostle. "Dang, are you actually cussin'? I must really got you rattled. Git on out here…"
The Baseball Valkyrie grabs Victoria by a shoulder strap and flank and drags the loose-limbed giant to the outside. Once she’s certain Victoria can stand on wobbly legs Deanne pulls her into a Front Facelock and takes a handful of The Knight’s waistband by the hip ”Let’s mend things over a Lager after this.”
Davis crouches for Snap Suplex, a slightly absurd move given their size difference but the Tennessean was never one to shy away from risk. We’ll never know if it would have paid off, Victoria drops to a knee and slips free of Davis’s arm and rams her forehead into the challenger’s stomach, growling, “I prefer to drink alone.”
Deanne turns a little green and stumbles back a few steps, so Victoria claws after her, snagging some pinstripes by the ribs and pulling Deanne into an off-center headbutt to the heart. The Knight catches a bit more boob than intended and has to stop to wipe teat sweat and tingly feeling of her face, she has the time; Deanne’s eyes roll back and her hands drop a few inches, temporarily short-circuited by the thud to the ticker.
After a few seconds of rubbing the skin on her forehead raw with her palms, Victoria goes for the Hat Trick; the Teutonic Terror reaches for the opening of Deanne’s one-piece for another Glasgow Hello when the legend’s eye snap back to life and she seizes the young lion’s paw in both hands! Deanne was playing possum and Vic feel for it….again!
Deanne brags “When you got as much cushion as I do, that move loses its potency.” The dirtiest player in two games spins under the arm to contrast it in a painful twist and uses it as a leash to Arm Drag Victoria along the side of the ring to CLANG head over heels into a set of steel steps.
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Out of breath as she pushes up from the padded concrete, Deanne huffs “Not what I was planning, but a move’s a move.” Once she’s fully vertical, Deanne makes like the babe and points a finger to the rafters, she’s calling her shot and the Orlando wrestling fans are here for it. Aware of the official’s count starting to get dangerously high Deanne gets Victoriaoff the ground and muscles her into the ring like she’s getting her drunk roommate on the couch for the night. Deanne crawls on top of a belly-up Intercontinental champion and hooks both of Victoria’s redwood long gams and points Knight’s underrated ass to the house lights. The arena watches with bated breath...
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE-NNNOO!!!
With an echoing roar, Victoria spasms and bucks Deanne off as she turns onto her side, throwing the legend in the air and four feet away. The Baseball Valkyrie scrambles to her knees after landing and stares in shock and awe at Hackenschmidt’s back, “Damn! What are they feedin’ you girls in pretzel country?”
Victoria has a very regimented diet designed in conjunction with her exercise routine, but she’s not feeling friendly enough to share details of it right now. The Knight gets herself up in staggered stages, her breathing heavy, but even from behind Deanne can tell, she’s building to another freakout. And no way is this Southern gal suffering that again! Deanne sprints like she’s running to Home Base; coming from behind Victoria, she takes her by the wrist for another Arm Drag, turnbuckles aren’t steel steps but they’ll do the trick. Deanne drops a hip and tugs but there’s no give. She looks into Victoria’s eyes and sees a controlled, coherent version of the berserker state The Knight was in earlier. This is much more frightening. Victoria rips Deanne forward into a throat bruising one-handed chokehold and with the other grips the Valkyrie’s one-piece by small of her back.
“Geh zum Teufel!”
Victoria screams to the heavens as she hauls Deanne Darr Davis as high as her arm can stretch, giving the lightweight one hell of wedgie and baring her perfectly aged buns to half the building. The camera catches Deanne’s bug-eyed face in the brief moment she’s futilely kicking in the air trying to get free, and the next moment when the Towering Teutonic Terror drops to her knees throwing Deanne onto the thinly padded plywood with ring quaking force.
CHOKESLAM
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Deanne’s a fly smeared on a windshield. The experienced grappler is spreadeagled on the mat, belly and enormous chest fluttering. The ref has already slid by on his knees hand raised for a three-count, but Victoria just looks down at the challenger and remembers everything she suffered at a supposedly weakened Davis. Victoria mutters coldly, “Better safe than sorry,” and pulls the ragdoll-like challenger to a seat as she takes her own in front of Deanne. Using the right wrist as a control, Victoria locks The BaseBall Valkyrie into a classic but rarely seen in action submission known as a Gogoplata. A stranglehold move of a few variations; this version crushes the victim’s throat against the user’s shin with Hackenschmidt pulling on the back of Deanne’s head.
GOGOPLATA
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The second pressure is applied Deanne sputters back to life and taps furiously against Victoria’s leg to save it, the disgruntled German doesn’t let go till she hears the first chime of the bell.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
“Your winner…. and still, Intercontinental champion…. Victoria Hackenschmidt!”
The FAWNatics had their hearts set on the incorrigible, but loveable Deanne Davis to win; they show their disappointment and with loud, angry boos. Victoria’s too lost in the euphoria of keeping her championship to notice, the official hands the shiny gold belt to her as she sits next to her conquered opponent. Deanne lays backs, redfaced and gulping air, breasts distractingly bobbing with each breath even in defeat. She raises a shaking hand from the mat, offering it to the winner, “Hey.. no hard feelings? Can we still be friends?”
Victoria is silent and still, filling Deanne with fear, but then she takes her hand.
“We can, Miz Davis. A well-fought match.” Victoria winces as an aftershock of pain travels through her nethers, “But you are buying me that Lager, and many more after.”