Post by hawkeye on Jan 10, 2022 1:32:40 GMT
With The Executrix’s reign as FAWN World Champion off to a domineering start, there grew a cry amongst the fans (not to mention Erza herself) for challengers that could truly test the mettle of the Amazonian brunette powerhouse. While never one to truly indulge the whims of the audience, Bethany Christian knew that an unchecked Champion of Erza’s caliber could cause the front office problems down the line and so she promised a daunting, albeit secret challenger for Dayna’s last defense of 2021.
It was into this atmosphere of buzzing anticipation that the Announcer stepped to kick off the final stanza of Season’s Beatings. “Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger…”
SHINE DOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xACHH5-QwY
He trailed off, letting the silence spin out for several seconds before the speakers took over with the sounds of heavy equipment followed by a mournful, wailing harmonica. The former was a solid clue, the latter a dead giveaway and those assembled in Orlando let loose with a raucous cheer when Harley Jo Collins, fresh off another long tour of Japan, brushed through the curtain for the first time in almost two years.
HARLEY JO COLLINS:
Pausing center stage to glance around her preferred stompin’ grounds, the Countrycidal Maniac produced a tarnished silver flask from one pocket of her worn-out coveralls and offered a toast to the crowd before warming her insides with a long pull. Thusly prepared for a shot at FAWN’s top prize, the former Intercontinental Champion hid the flask away before starting down the aisle to the squared circle.
Now that Collins was on her way, the Announcer resumed his duties. “Introducing first, she is the challenger! Hailing from Jackson, Tennessee she stands at five feet ten inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-eight pounds. She is the Tennessee Terror and the Witch of Razorback Holler, please welcome back to the FAWN Arena… HARLEY JO COLLINS!”
A cheer went up at the sound of her name and since she was already at the foot of the steps, HJC raised an index finger to the rafters before she touched that hand to one shoulder and undid the clasps on the overalls, leaving them in a puddle at her feet. Stripped to the essentials, she wore a black fightin’ rumble-kini with white pads and plain black boots. From there she slid under the bottom rope, pushed to her feet and strode to the middle of the ring where she stretched her arms wide to better show off that near six foot frame for the hard camera. She didn’t have to say anything because the message was crystal clear. The Tennessee Terror was here and not for any mere hostile takeover. She meant to loot DaynaCorp, then burn it to the ground.
YOUR GOD IS DEAD:
youtu.be/FT8nG9hv168
The spotlight shone on the platform before the ramp as Dayna took her position, unstrapping her belt and lifted it high in the air. She placed the title back onto her shoulder as she strutted down the ramp, keeping her eyes locked at the challenger. For tonight’s battle she’d chosen a black turtleneck one-piece with a bejeweled collar complete with black knee pads and gold boots while her hair was tied up in a professional high bun.
DAYNA ERZA:
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Tel Aviv, Israel. She stands at five feet ten inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds, she is the CEO of DaynaCorp, the Executrix and YOUR FAWN World Champion, Dayna ERRRZAAAA!”
The champion coolly wiped the sole of her boot on the apron, then stepped through the ropes only to have HJC stride over for a nose-to-nose staredown! Unfazed by the other brunette’s intimidation attempt, Dayna raised her gold up beside Harley Jo's face and didn‘t so much as blink. Fearing that they might come to blows before the bell, the ref quickly separated champ and challenger so Collins could return to her corner while Ezra displayed her gold for the crowd. Once she was satisfied they all knew who held the power, she handed the title off and backed into the far corner to await final instructions / inspections.
The bell sounded but neither wrestler moved, for the moment it seemed they were content to simply observe their opposition from afar. A bit surprised by the apparent reluctance of his charges, Nick Castle threw them a polite little hand signal that neither bothered to acknowledge.
After a moment, Harley Jo called out, “Tell me, darlin’. Are you going to meet me in the middle of the ring like a World Champion? Or hide in the corner like all the other suits I’ve ever encountered?”
Erza’s expression remained neutral, though there was a trace of amusement in her reply. “I suppose you’ll just have to find out for yourself, Ms. Collins. Though I doubt you’ll find the answers you seek with your back against the turnbuckles.”
Harley Jo ceded the point with a nod, then set out on a journey of discovery. Some of the FAWNatics thought their Executrix in Chief might make the challenger seek her out, but Dayna had no time for such frivolities and she matched the Tennessee Terror step for step. Pace increasing as they closed the distance, Collins and Erza raised their hands and came together in a Collar & Elbow that saw the pair of near six footers stop like they’d bumped into a brick wall. Feet set firm, champion and challenger strained against one another for almost ten seconds before they broke away with a mutual grunt.
“Not bad for someone who made their name behind a desk.” Harley Jo admitted after taking a moment to tuck some loose strands of hair behind her ears.
“Not bad for someone I thought was retired only five minutes ago.” Erza countered, the towering brunette not about to take any disrespect from someone as disreputable as the Witch of Razorback Holler.
Collins snorted, gave Dayna an insolent shrug. “Guess we’re both full of surprises.” She raised her hands again and beckoned Erza forward. “C’mon Wall Street, let’s see if all those Peleton miles are actually worth a damn.”
Erza considered the offer before shaking her head ‘no’. “I’ve no need to prove my competence to the likes of you, Collins. But if I were of the mind to do so, I’d choose a contest with results that were a bit more… immediate.” Harley Jo would’ve asked Dayna to clarify if she’d had the time, instead Erza put an end to any speculation by raising her right hand high overhead. “It’s been far too long since I’ve faced an opponent who could look me in the eye without craning their neck.” Dayna told Harley Jo over the expectant roar of the crowd. “I wonder, how long it will be before you’ve suffered the same fate?”
Collins rolled her shoulders, lifted her left hand and pressed it Erza’s to secure the first half of the Test of Strength. “I don’t kneel, darlin’.” the challenger murmured. “You’ll find that out the hard way.”
“Of your own volition.” Dayna amended as she offered her other hand to the rafters. “You don’t kneel of your own volition. You’ll find that out the hard--”
Harley Jo ‘smacked’ her free hand against Dayna’s, clamped it tight and bore down with enough force to make the World Champion go silent. “Enough talk, suit.” Collins muttered as she poured her power into the other brunette. “You wanna threaten me, now’s the time to back it up.”
“It will be my pleasure to do so, bumpkin.” Erza growled.
Gathering her strength for a monstrous counter-push, the Executrix bent her knees then went up on tiptoe to--“NNGGHH!” Harley slammed her chest into Dayna’s to knock the champ off balance which in turn allowed Collins to bend the other wrestler’s hands backward over her own wrists. “No!” Erza’s voice was thick with incredulity as her legs started to tremble and then shake, those usually steely stems set to quivering against the Countrycidal Maniac.
“No?” Collins asked with faux concern. “No you don’t believe me, or no you’re not used to looking up at peop--”
“Don’t dare presume you’ve earned anything.” Dayna snarled. “We’re still eye to eye in case you haven’t notERRRHH NO!”
Harley Jo STAMPED in place, the abrupt jolt enough to force the incredulous Dayna to one knee!
The spirited chorus gathered for Season’s Beatings let out a surprised roar at this show of power from the challenger. They knew Collins was strong of course, anyone who could throw around the likes of Becky Clayton and Celia Blassenville had to be, but to see that power brought to bear against the immovable object that was Dayna Erza suggested to some present that they’d been underestimating the Tennessee Terror for quite some time.
Harley Jo paid the noise no mind a’tall, she was focused entirely on Dayna, or rather, focused on Dayna’s other knee, which was much too far away from the canvas for the brunette’s liking. “Got the nerve to look up at me, suit?” Collins after several seconds of intense silence.
Erza met her gaze immediately, the Israeli import’s dark eyes narrowed to furious slots. “Don’t waste your breath offering me a challenge, Collins.” Dayna hissed. “Unless you’re eager to see it accepted and hurled in your faceEEEEERRRGGGHHHHHH!”
HJC went up on tiptoe and stayed there, the lanky veteran capitalizing on her height advantage to put more strain on Erza’s wrists, which in turn eventually forced the Executrix to a full penance on the canvas. “Been hearing you talk a helluva lot.” Collins said coldly. “No one can touch you, no one’s on your level, everyone should just sign up for matching skirts and blazers and fall in line like those mannequins McGinty and Stipanovic. You talk a good game and you sure as hell take an impressive gym selfie, but the result is less than the sum of its parts. Because you’ve never wanted for anything, have you, suit? Never worried, never doubted, never lost a wink of sleep over the notion that things might not play out in your favor. That changes tonight, Erza. Tonight I’m gonna grab hold of that flat little washboard tummy, rip it open and let the doubt POUR inEERRRGGGHH BYTCH!”
More disgusted by the hayseed’s slanderous filth than the pain in her wrists (though that was certainly far from pleasant) Erza put a stop to it by leaning forward and sinking her teeth into Collins’ wrist! Wasn’t legal of course, but the angle of the Test of Strength prevented Nick from seeing the infraction right away and by the time he moved into better position the champion had given it up and fought her way back to full verticality. Not only that, she accidentally gouged a knee into the pit of Harley Jo’s stomach as she regained her feet, thus ensuring the World Champ had a decided advantage when she seized control of the Test.
Forcing their locked hands from midnight to three and nine o’clock respectively, Erza slammed her chest into Harley Jo’s, then put her lips to the American’s ear and murmured, “Doubts and fears are for lesser minds, such as yours. I deal only in facts and inevitabilities, such as the embarrassment that awaits you at the conclusion of this contest.”
“You’re the one getting embarrassed tonight, darlin’.” Collins grunted. “Imagine what the other assholes at the country club will say when GGRRRRHHHH!”
Dayna jabbed the point of her chin into the side of Harley Jo’s neck and gouged until she was able to force their locked hands down to six o’clock. Once there she repaid back an earlier unkindness by rolling Collins’ hands back over her wrists, only this angle meant the challenger was forced onto her toes to relieve the very worst of the pressure.
“Submit to me, you grubby little dullard.” Dayna ordered as she tried to break Harley’s spirits and wrists in a single stroke. “Submit before I’m forced to show these people how obsolete you’ve become.”
Harley grit her teeth and shook her head to refuse the offer as Dayna increased the pressure considerably. "Very well then." Dayna flipped HJC's wrists up and forced her back to her feet before bullying into the ropes, prompting the ref to demand a break upon ‘ONE… TWO… THREE!’ Dayna released as demanded but kept her advantage with a Kneelift to the pit of Harley's stomach!
"UGHHH!!" Harley bent over with a grunt but Dayna quickly straightened her body back up and whipped her across the ring!
The Executrix followed to the center as she awaited Harley to bounce back from the opposite strands but Collins ducked under the swinging Clothesline! Harley Jo followed through with her run and hit the ropes. HJC met Dayna back at the center of the ring, dashing back with a Clothesline of her own. Dayna did the same and the two Destroyers collided with a loud SMACK!
The towering brunettes backpedaled from the point of impact but remained on their feet, taking a cold hard stare into each other's eyes before exploding into a high octane scrap, both ladies trading punches blow-for-blow! Dayna put a period on the exchanges with a knee to the gut, then cupped the back of Harley Jo's head and hurriedly guided her head to the turnbuckle. HJC blocked Dayna's ramming attempt with a foot on the middle turnbuckle and threw Dayna's head into the buckle instead!
Dazed, Dayna leaned against the corner allowing HJC to whip her into the opposite corner with an audible THUD! Harley Jo measured Erza, then charged full speed ahead only to eat a boot from the defending champ, sending her back to the center with a stagger. Capitalizing on her woozy state, Dayna charged towards the challenger only to be Gutwrenched onto one shoulder.
Dayna shook her head 'no' and tried to reach out for the ropes as Collins paraded around the ring before dropping onto her knees, driving her shoulder up into Dayna's guts!
OVER THE SHOULDER GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rd4GK3wzAtI&ab_channel=CameronFowler
"NGGNNN!!!" Dayna clutched her stomach and rolled away from her opponent. Harley Jo knee-walked to the champion and rolled her back flush to the canvas so she could hook a leg for the...
ONE!
TWO!
NOOO!!!
Dayna shot an arm up at ‘TWO’, breaking the fall. "Not bad, suit!" Harley Jo commended before picking Erza up by her head and pushed her into the corner. Grasping one wrist, Harley tried to set Dayna up into the opposite corner once more but Dayna brakes on foot, spun around and reeled HJC in with a Kitchen Sink!
KITCHEN SINK:
youtu.be/B5hr2iKwbw4
Harley Jo turned inside out before landing on the small of her back, wincing in agony while The Israeli Powerhouse backed into the ropes and returned with a Leg Drop across the neck! Collins’ legs jolted upon impact allowing Dayna to catch onto one for the...
ONE!
TWO!
NOOOO!!!!
Harley buckled out of the cover at the count of ‘TWO’, staying in the title picture. She struggled to one knee, soon to be helped onto her feet by a recovered Dayna, her intentions made clear when she trapped the challenger with a classic Abdominal Stretch!
"Take my offer and submit, or a deal like this may never come again." Dayna snarled as she leaned back, adding the torque to Harley Jo's trunk!
"GGRRRUHHH! NEVER BITCH!" the challenger refused, prompting Dayna to reach for her leg and pull it up and backward!
"Take the offer, Miss Collins."
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NFxCBpZ-ZYs&ab_channel=WWE
"EURGHHH!!! NO! NEVER!" Harley Jo clawed and punched before deciding her best way out was two fingers to her attacker's eyes!
Understandably preoccupied by the task of wearing down her opponent’s core, Dayna didn’t note the flick of Collins’ hand until it across her face and by then it was far too late to avoid those slashing talons. “NO CLASS BUMPKIN!” Erza bellowed with rage even as she felt Harley Jo wrest free of her clutches. “I’ll make you pay for such GRRRRHH!”
The Executrix’s situation went from irksome to downright insulting once Collins slipped around on her six and deftly secured the same hold she’d just escaped! “I’ve got an offer of my own, if you’d care to hear it.” the Tennessee Terror murmured as she knotted her hands against Dayna’s cheek and craaaaaaaaaaanked up on the painful hold.
HARLEY JO'S ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=58z4Uv8l_P0
With her right arm wrenched up and backward beneath Collins’ left bicep, Erza could only waggle a finger ‘no, no, no!’ to ensure Castle wouldn’t waste her energy with his meaningless questions. As for the wretch currently trying her patience, the trapped brunette growled, “There’s nothing[/I] someone of your station could ever offer me, unless it’s the deed to whatever dismal stretch of forest you call hoMMAAAARRRH!”
Shifting her grip so only one hand cupped the champ’s chin, Harley Jo crooked the index finger of her other hand into a hook and slipped it into the corner of Dayna’s mouth for some painful tugging! Castle called her on it at once, so the Countrycidal Maniac returned to her previous grip, though now she made a point of grinding her knotted knuckles back and forth across her rival’s face.
“That’s where you’re wrong, suit.” Collins purred. “I can offer you mercy. Normally it’d be too expensive even for a brat like you, but tonight it’s on sale for the low, low price of the FAWN World Ti--”
“Never.” Erza interrupted. “I didn’t storm up the ranks of this promotion only to hand its greatest asset off to some hillbilly malconOOOOOHHHHH GAAAAAAHHD!”
HJC freed her right hand, curled it into a delving spade and slammed it down on the taut curve of Erza’s right flank. “Ask her.” Collins told Castle once Dayna slammed her mouth shut to silence more wails. “Ms. Moneybags is starting to realize her health is more important than gold.”
“Hhrrr… as if you could threaten either.” Erza brought her free hand in search of Harley Jo’s hair (or maybe her eyes) but the veteran was wise to the tactic and kept her head clear even after Dayna pounded that fist against her thigh in frustration.
“Oh, you know I am, darlin’.” Harley told the suffering brunette. “In fact, I can make you scream louder than anyone else on this roster has ever managNGH! NGH! NGH!”
The Executrix didn’t believe a word of that vile slander, but she wasn’t interested in letting Collins put it to the test so she crooked her dangling arm into a ‘V’ and began jabbing the point of her elbow into Harley Jo’s left thigh over and over again. “Let me go you snuffling, opossum-faced whore.” Erza hissed over the groans of her opposition. “Don’t make me raise my voicOOOOWWWWWWWW GODDAMMIT!”
HJC moved her grip from the champ’s flank to her tummy, Dayna’s stylish one-piece providing no defense against Collins’ claw, specifically the index finger jabbed deep into her navel! “Gonna rip a hole in this pretty little suit of yours.” the Witch of Razorback Holler explained as she tried to scoop out quit by the handful. “The belt would cover it, but you’re not going to have it when the match is oveNNNHHHHHH!”
Erza’s right hand finally found Harley Jo’s hair and she grabbed enough to make the challenger’s eyes water! Doing so also froze Collins’ noggin in place, so Dayna curled her left hand into a fist and brought it up and over to THUNK a Haymaker into the bridge of her attacker’s nose! Roaring with triumph as she wrested free of the Abdominal Stretch, Erza coiled an arm around Harley Jo’s head, reeled her into a Front Facelock and laid out on her back to SPIKE the other brunette’s forehead into the canvas with a thunderous DDT!
DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZzlteZGCF1E
Dayna passed on the cover, electing to wear Harley Jo down further. She sunk her talons into the challenger's scalp, pulled her to a vertical then Gutwrenched Harley Jo onto the shoulders and surveyed her surroundings for the nearest corner before charging towards it. Sensing danger, Collins struggled and managed to slip out of Dayna's grasp in the nick of time before shoving her into the corner . "UGHH!" Dayna grunted as her chest smashed against the turnbuckle and HJC quickly lunged in to secure a Waistlock. As she tried to haul Dayna into the air, The Israeli Powerhouse shot an elbow into her opponent's face with enough force to knock her around in a half circle. Dayna quickly seized back control of the match, catching HJC by the waist and hauled her into the air before dropping the base of her neck onto the top turnbuckle!
"NGNNHHH!!" Harley Jo mewled as she clutched her neck in agony and collapsed on her knees. The Executrix backpedaled to the center of the ring, measuring Harley up before lunging forward with a knee strike into her face! As Harley laid limp on the canvas, Dayna dragged her out of the corner and turned her over for the cover...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOOOOOOO!!!
HJC buckled out of the cover and rolled onto her side, circumventing another pin attempt. Remaining composed, Dayna climbed to her feet and gave the challenger a few stomps to the small of her back! "You are disappointing, bumpkin" Dayna hissed as she continued to stomp the clambering HJC. As Dayna picked her challenger up from behind, HJC reached back and raked across Dayna's eyes! "ARGGHHHH! YOU..." Dayna screamed as clutched her face, before the challenger put her down with a Big Boot!
BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7t5m-Yhvg4&ab_channel=AlejoWrestling
Without stopping, Harley Jo grabbed Dayna by the ankle and dragged her toward the corner, with an evil plan in mind. Harley Jo rolled out of the ring and grabbed onto Dayna's ankle while the other grabbed onto her chin before pulling her into the ring-post! "AHHHHHH!" Dayna cried out as Harley bent her back around the steel with a foot on the post for added leverage. In view of the illegal hold, the ref coerced HJC to release the hold with the count of ‘ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR!’
The challenger released the hold for the sake of the title but certainly had no qualms about committing another offense. With Dayna's head on the apron, Harley wrapped her hands around Dayna's neck and choked her, warranting another count of ’FOUR!’ Collins raised her arms in innocence before ‘FIVE!’, drawing ire from Castle and Erza’s supporters alike.
"What's up? Having a little trouble fighting fair?" Harley taunted as she dragged the champion out of the ring. Grabbing a wrist, HJC forcefully whipped the champion into the barricade!
"URGHH!!!" Dayna grunted as her body smashed against the barricade. HJC mounted on the offensive and charged at her incapacitated opponent but Dayna sprung back to life and cut her down with a SPEAR!
SPEAR:
youtu.be/Ii4egNDNJZ4
Collins gasped for air, clutching her stomach as she crawled away from Dayna, but Erza quickly caught up and threw her under the ropes into the ring. Dayna soon joined the rising challenger in the ring and softened her up with a couple of knee strikes to the gut before hauling her into the air, And as a feat of strength, The Israeli Powerhouse kept her up for a few seconds before dropping back to the deck!
DELAYED VERTICAL SUPLEX:
youtu.be/EkxIyK3y5SU
"I assure you, I have no problems winning FAIR!" Dayna growled as she hooked Collins leg for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOOO!
Collins wrested loose of the Executive’s grasp with half a second to spare, prompting a stern look from Erza to Castle. “Prolonging this delusion of competency is detrimental to my opponent’s overall health, Mr. Castle. That was clearly three.”
Nick shook his head. “No, it was two and a half, MAYBE two and three quarters.”
Dayna scowled, filled her hands with the challenger’s hair and hauled her off the canvas. “Since you refuse to see reason, I’ll simply have to inflict more punishment.”
The official offered nothing in reply, so Erza slammed a Headbutt between Harley’s eyes on general principle, then slipped her right arm through the veteran’s legs and her left arm over one shoulder to scoop her up across her chest neat as you please. Allowing herself the smallest of smiles in recognition of those ‘ooooohhh’s’ from the audience, Dayna turned to all four sides of the squared circle so everyone could properly appreciate her power. She came to a stop facing the hard camera, whereupon she promptly brought her left knee up into the other brunette’s ribs with an ugly THUMP!
“Did you think she could beat me?” Another Kneelift THUMPED home. “This genetic backpedaller has the same chance of victory as the so-called Goddess! Which is to say, none at all!” She punctuated those last three words with a trio of Kneelifts, then dipped her knees and flung HJC up, over and away, the Tennessee Terror hurled halfway across the ring via something best described as a Standaway Slam!
STANDAWAY SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mcu4exmzkQk
The ungainly THAWHAM of Collins’ landing told Erza there was no need to rush her next cover so she took her time clapping the invisible dust from her hands while the FAWNatics jeered the obvious arrogance. Registering their disdain as far off, unimportant quacking, Dayna rounded on Collins and was genuinely irritated to see her fighting to her feet in the far corner. “Who knew inbreeding could result in such tenacity?” she muttered under her breath even as she drew a bead on Harley Jo’s forehead.
The distance and the noise ensured that Collins couldn’t have heard the slight, yet she snorted all the same and raised a weary middle finger to the Israeli Powerhouse. Angry now, Erza sprinted toward the corner at full speed and hopped up to land one foot on the middle strand while the other flew at her foe’s skuNOOOO!
Harley Jo blocked the blow with crossed forearms, then slipped her arms through Erza’s legs and wrapped ‘em around the champion’s waist! “NO!” Dayna bellowed as Collins marched her out of the corner like she was a lightweight. “PUT ME DOWN YOU--” The Witch of Razorback Holler did precisely that, shooting up on tiptoe to PLANT Dayna spine-first on the deck with a thunderous Powerbomb!
POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzCL8XdfZdM
The aftermath left Erza stacked on her shoulders so Castle swooped in to make the count, but he didn’t even reach one before Harley Jo let out a roar and hoisted the Executrix back onto her shoulders! Instead of simply repeating the Powerbomb, she took a few steps forward before wheeling around and rushing the corner to BWUUUUUUUNG Dayna against the corner with a hellacious Buckle Bomb!
Erza thrummed like a tuning fork but damned if she didn’t stay upright long enough to stumble out of the buckles--and directly into a Bear Hug from Harley Jo Collins.
BEAR HUG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZxZ-oYcBqk
“NNNNNGGGAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” Dayna threw back her head and wailed, the volume of it loud enough to be heard over the raucous din of the crowd.
“Sounds like quit to me, darlin’.” the challenger noted. She kept her cheek pressed to Erza’s chest so the champ couldn’t get at her face. “Ready to tell these people you’re finished or do I have to move more of your insides outside?”
"URGHHH!! NO!" Dayna shook her head in response to the ref's question and tried to peel Collin's face from her chest but the challenger squeezed harder, forcing Erza to scream.
"Will be embarrassing if you get knocked out, don't you think?" HJC taunted before jostling the champion left and right, SQUEEZING the air out of The CEO of DaynaCorp. At the edge of passing out, Erza raised an arm into the air and delivered a few bionic elbows to the small of Harley's back, loosening the constricting arms with every blow until she was finally able to break away from the hold. The Executrix capitalized on the recovering Collins and made a dash toward the ropes then returned with a boot directed at Collins face but Collins returned one at the exact same time!
SMACK! Both ladies dropped to their back after taking the other’s boot to face. With his charges devoid of motion, the ref started to count, “ONE… TWO… THREE…”
both competitors stirred, gingerly making their way to all fours. “FOUR… FIVE…” and crawled in opposite directions “SIX… SEVEN…” relying on the strands at opposite sides of the ring to regain their feet...
Harley Jo charged the woozy Dayna at full speed but Dayna collected her senses just in time, doubled down and sent HJC flying over the top rope…OH! Harley managed to land on the ring apron instead! Collins grabbed onto Dayna's shoulder but Dayna quickly spun around and clocked her with an elbow! Harley teetered on the edge of the ring, hanging on with one hand on the top rope. The Executrix sprinted across the ring and returned with a SPEAR through the ropes, sending the challenger and herself hurtling from the squared circle to the floor!
Spear
youtu.be/kp4BjuslPxE
THUD as both wrestlers hit the ground! HJC shuddered before going motionless while Erza struggled to a single knee before clambering to her feet. Her hearing was muffled for a moment, realizing that the ref had counted to "NINE!" as her hearing began to clear. The champion slid back under the bottom rope by "TEN!" and the count continued for Collins. Realizing the need to show Leggs Inc. a convincing victory backstage, Dayna made the most questionable decision of her career when she returned to ringside and threw HJC back into the ring.
"Get up, Miss Collins. So I can properly send you back to obscurity." Dayna growled as she prodded the challenger with a boot. Out of patience, The Israeli Powerhouse dipped down and yanked Collins back u-- "ARGHHH…DAMN YOU!!"
Collins played possum and sent a claw digging into Dayna's belly! "Should have taken the count-out win, suit!" Collins growled as she twisted her talons in Dayna's exposed belly before powering her into the air and dropping her, gut-first into a single posted knee!
GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uX92_blvtxA
"ARGHHHHH!" Dayna clutched her stomach as she rolled away, thumping her feet in pain. The effectiveness of the champion's offense showed as Collins struggled to get up her knee. Insistent on humiliating the suit, HJC rolled Dayna onto her back with the tip of her boot and firmly planted a foot on top of her chest for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOOOOOOO!!!
Dayna threw an arm up and swatted Collins' boot away, rolling to her hands and knees in the same motion. Angered, Harley yanked Dayna back to her feet only to be greeted with a couple of backhand Chops that made her hiss!
"I leave no doubts when I win! That's why you are either going to submit or take the fall!" Dayna growled as she alternated between chops and forearms that sent HJC into the corner! Dayna continued to smack the challenger into a punch-drunk state before dragging her out of the corner and secured her with a Standing Headscissors. The Executrix dipped down and secured her arms around Harley's waist as she prepared to deliver an earth shattering Piledriver!
Feet planted flat, Erza dipped deep into her reserves and upended Coll--NO! Harley Jo flailed her legs wildly, forcing the World Champion to return her to the canvas. “I think not!” Dayna halved the Waistlock so she could ball one hand into a fist and pwak-pwak-PWAK several punches into the small of the other brunette’s back! Satisfied with the groans she heard from her opposition, Dayna reapplied the Waistlock before-- “WHOOOAAAAAHHH!”
Surprise from all those assembled (none more so than Erza herself) when the Tennessee Terror straightened up with the other leggy Destroyer now draped down her back like some sort of elegant cape! Hands cupping the pits of Dayna’s knees, Collins rocked back on her heels, then snapped forward and down to THWHAM the Executrix onto the canvas with a thunderous Alabama Slam!
ALABAMA SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F60QUKbRddk
The impact stacked Dayna on her shoulders, those seemingly endless stems shot skyward in a woozy ‘V’ that grew much more taut when HJC seized each ankle and wrenched them apart. “Duuhhhh….don’t you dare!” Dayna pointed, then waggled a finger at the challenger, the Erza trying to muster her most authoritative tone to keep the bumpkin from befouling her with a Low Bl--“OOOOFFFFFFHHH!”
Harley Jo hopped through those splayed stems, brought her own knees up to chest level and STOMPED down on Dayna’s roiling midsection as hard as she could! Silenced by the agony of her aggrieved abs, the Israeli Powerhouse flopped to one side and would’ve curled into a fetal ball if the Countrycidal Maniac hadn’t rolled her over and streeeeeeeeeetched her out flat!
“NO! NO!” Erza’s tone was uncharacteristically panicky as Collins climbed into a snug seat aboard her upper thighs. “Get off of me, Collins!” she ordered. “And keep your ill-bred, six-fingered hands away from AAAAARRRRGGGHHHHHH!”
Harley Jo SMACKED her right hand down on Dayna’s bare belly and began to squeeze with all her might. Gripping her right wrist for extra leverage, Collins leaned forward and bore down like she meant to pump the World Champ’s stomach with her bare hands. Dayna wailed even louder as HJC continued to ‘chew’ away with her grip, the simple maneuver evoking shrieks of pain the crowd had never heard from the usually icy Executrix. Erza did not surrender, however. She swiped answering claws at the challenger’s face and when Collins drew out of reach she gouged her elbows into the canvas and began to draaaaaaaaaaag their combined weight to the ropes.
“Give it up, Suit.” Harley Jo huffed. “Make me wait any longer and I’ll be clawing the mat through your gut.”
“The…the hell you will.” Erza groaned. “The World Championship is mine, Collins. I don’t mean to relinquish it OOOOOOHHHHH GAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!”
The Tennessee Terror jammed her thumb deep into Dayna’s navel, exacerbating the pain of the Belly Claw! For anyone else the ropes would’ve been too far away, but Erza was sure she could reach them if only she could--“BREAK!” she almost sobbed with relief when she managed to push / slide her way to sanctuary. “BREAK THIS GODDAMNED HOLOOOOWWW!”
Collins squeezed even harder, the veteran’s shoulders trembling with the effort of it until Nick Castle reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. Getting to her feet as Erza dragged herself to a slumped seat, HJC stomped to the middle of the ring to work out some kinks while Dayna took deep breaths and tried not to vomit.
After several seconds of reprieve, Harley waved an impatient hand and demanded, “Get your ass up, Erza.”
Dayna only snorted in derision. “I operate on my own schedule, not yours, Collins.”
“We’ll see about that.” The Witch of Razorback Holler stalked over to the champion, bent down and grabbed a handful of--“HHHRRGGGHH!”
Dayna caught hold of the challenger’s waistband and yanked her forward and down to drop Collins’ throat across the rubber-coated steel! She’d hoped such a tactic would’ve sent the vicious bumpkin to the canvas in a gagging heap, but Harley Jo continued to disappoint by scrambling to her feet and lurching toward the far side of the squared circle.
Forced to give chase much sooner than she would’ve liked, Dayna rose to her full height and backed into the ropes to give herself a nice little boost when she loped out a moment later. Crossing the canvas in no time despite her aches, Erza took to the skies and THWHUMPED both knees between Harley Jo’s shoulders to drive her chest-first into the far corner!
As Harley Jo slouched in the corner, Dayna pulled her back to the center of the ring with a yank of her waistband. The champion rested her opponent over her shoulders like a barbell and lifted off the ground! Upon realization of the impending Hammer, Harley Jo flailed and elbowed Erza in the face!
"URGHH URGHH! STO..." Dayna grunted and dropped Collins back to her feet.
"No way you are keeping that belt!" HJC snarled before hitting the ropes and found herself thrown into the air like a cheerleader before eating a nasty European Uppercut from the champion!
EXECUTRIX DECISION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPBXmmnu74Q&t=12s&ab_channel=VaasRules
The stiff blow sent Harley Jo's body flipping onto her back and her mind off into space as she stared blankly into the rafters. Dayna pulled the limp challenger to her feet and laid her over her shoulders once more, With a grunt and a jerk, The Israeli Powerhouse muscled the heavier HJC into the air, spinning for a bit before dropping sideways and THWUNKING Harley neck-first into the canvas. She rolled over HJC's body and hooked her legs for the...
ERZA HAMMER:
youtu.be/EuEoimAW604
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING DING!
"YOUR WINNER OF THIS MATCH VIA PINFALL! AND STILL! FAWN WORLD CHAMPION! DAAYNA...ERRZAAAAA!"
Dayna sat up and took a few deep breaths before climbing to her feet, accepting the title with a nod and extending her arm to the ref to be raised. The champion trudged back to her opponent and dropped to one knee, her golden prize held inches above Collins’ face.
"Still doubt my abilities?" Dayna questioned only to be answered with an exhausted groan. The champion stood up once more and planted a foot onto Harley Jo's chest as she raised the title overhead. Several seconds later the camera zoomed out and the show faded to black.
It was into this atmosphere of buzzing anticipation that the Announcer stepped to kick off the final stanza of Season’s Beatings. “Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger…”
SHINE DOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xACHH5-QwY
He trailed off, letting the silence spin out for several seconds before the speakers took over with the sounds of heavy equipment followed by a mournful, wailing harmonica. The former was a solid clue, the latter a dead giveaway and those assembled in Orlando let loose with a raucous cheer when Harley Jo Collins, fresh off another long tour of Japan, brushed through the curtain for the first time in almost two years.
HARLEY JO COLLINS:
Pausing center stage to glance around her preferred stompin’ grounds, the Countrycidal Maniac produced a tarnished silver flask from one pocket of her worn-out coveralls and offered a toast to the crowd before warming her insides with a long pull. Thusly prepared for a shot at FAWN’s top prize, the former Intercontinental Champion hid the flask away before starting down the aisle to the squared circle.
Now that Collins was on her way, the Announcer resumed his duties. “Introducing first, she is the challenger! Hailing from Jackson, Tennessee she stands at five feet ten inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-eight pounds. She is the Tennessee Terror and the Witch of Razorback Holler, please welcome back to the FAWN Arena… HARLEY JO COLLINS!”
A cheer went up at the sound of her name and since she was already at the foot of the steps, HJC raised an index finger to the rafters before she touched that hand to one shoulder and undid the clasps on the overalls, leaving them in a puddle at her feet. Stripped to the essentials, she wore a black fightin’ rumble-kini with white pads and plain black boots. From there she slid under the bottom rope, pushed to her feet and strode to the middle of the ring where she stretched her arms wide to better show off that near six foot frame for the hard camera. She didn’t have to say anything because the message was crystal clear. The Tennessee Terror was here and not for any mere hostile takeover. She meant to loot DaynaCorp, then burn it to the ground.
YOUR GOD IS DEAD:
youtu.be/FT8nG9hv168
The spotlight shone on the platform before the ramp as Dayna took her position, unstrapping her belt and lifted it high in the air. She placed the title back onto her shoulder as she strutted down the ramp, keeping her eyes locked at the challenger. For tonight’s battle she’d chosen a black turtleneck one-piece with a bejeweled collar complete with black knee pads and gold boots while her hair was tied up in a professional high bun.
DAYNA ERZA:
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Tel Aviv, Israel. She stands at five feet ten inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds, she is the CEO of DaynaCorp, the Executrix and YOUR FAWN World Champion, Dayna ERRRZAAAA!”
The champion coolly wiped the sole of her boot on the apron, then stepped through the ropes only to have HJC stride over for a nose-to-nose staredown! Unfazed by the other brunette’s intimidation attempt, Dayna raised her gold up beside Harley Jo's face and didn‘t so much as blink. Fearing that they might come to blows before the bell, the ref quickly separated champ and challenger so Collins could return to her corner while Ezra displayed her gold for the crowd. Once she was satisfied they all knew who held the power, she handed the title off and backed into the far corner to await final instructions / inspections.
The bell sounded but neither wrestler moved, for the moment it seemed they were content to simply observe their opposition from afar. A bit surprised by the apparent reluctance of his charges, Nick Castle threw them a polite little hand signal that neither bothered to acknowledge.
After a moment, Harley Jo called out, “Tell me, darlin’. Are you going to meet me in the middle of the ring like a World Champion? Or hide in the corner like all the other suits I’ve ever encountered?”
Erza’s expression remained neutral, though there was a trace of amusement in her reply. “I suppose you’ll just have to find out for yourself, Ms. Collins. Though I doubt you’ll find the answers you seek with your back against the turnbuckles.”
Harley Jo ceded the point with a nod, then set out on a journey of discovery. Some of the FAWNatics thought their Executrix in Chief might make the challenger seek her out, but Dayna had no time for such frivolities and she matched the Tennessee Terror step for step. Pace increasing as they closed the distance, Collins and Erza raised their hands and came together in a Collar & Elbow that saw the pair of near six footers stop like they’d bumped into a brick wall. Feet set firm, champion and challenger strained against one another for almost ten seconds before they broke away with a mutual grunt.
“Not bad for someone who made their name behind a desk.” Harley Jo admitted after taking a moment to tuck some loose strands of hair behind her ears.
“Not bad for someone I thought was retired only five minutes ago.” Erza countered, the towering brunette not about to take any disrespect from someone as disreputable as the Witch of Razorback Holler.
Collins snorted, gave Dayna an insolent shrug. “Guess we’re both full of surprises.” She raised her hands again and beckoned Erza forward. “C’mon Wall Street, let’s see if all those Peleton miles are actually worth a damn.”
Erza considered the offer before shaking her head ‘no’. “I’ve no need to prove my competence to the likes of you, Collins. But if I were of the mind to do so, I’d choose a contest with results that were a bit more… immediate.” Harley Jo would’ve asked Dayna to clarify if she’d had the time, instead Erza put an end to any speculation by raising her right hand high overhead. “It’s been far too long since I’ve faced an opponent who could look me in the eye without craning their neck.” Dayna told Harley Jo over the expectant roar of the crowd. “I wonder, how long it will be before you’ve suffered the same fate?”
Collins rolled her shoulders, lifted her left hand and pressed it Erza’s to secure the first half of the Test of Strength. “I don’t kneel, darlin’.” the challenger murmured. “You’ll find that out the hard way.”
“Of your own volition.” Dayna amended as she offered her other hand to the rafters. “You don’t kneel of your own volition. You’ll find that out the hard--”
Harley Jo ‘smacked’ her free hand against Dayna’s, clamped it tight and bore down with enough force to make the World Champion go silent. “Enough talk, suit.” Collins muttered as she poured her power into the other brunette. “You wanna threaten me, now’s the time to back it up.”
“It will be my pleasure to do so, bumpkin.” Erza growled.
Gathering her strength for a monstrous counter-push, the Executrix bent her knees then went up on tiptoe to--“NNGGHH!” Harley slammed her chest into Dayna’s to knock the champ off balance which in turn allowed Collins to bend the other wrestler’s hands backward over her own wrists. “No!” Erza’s voice was thick with incredulity as her legs started to tremble and then shake, those usually steely stems set to quivering against the Countrycidal Maniac.
“No?” Collins asked with faux concern. “No you don’t believe me, or no you’re not used to looking up at peop--”
“Don’t dare presume you’ve earned anything.” Dayna snarled. “We’re still eye to eye in case you haven’t notERRRHH NO!”
Harley Jo STAMPED in place, the abrupt jolt enough to force the incredulous Dayna to one knee!
The spirited chorus gathered for Season’s Beatings let out a surprised roar at this show of power from the challenger. They knew Collins was strong of course, anyone who could throw around the likes of Becky Clayton and Celia Blassenville had to be, but to see that power brought to bear against the immovable object that was Dayna Erza suggested to some present that they’d been underestimating the Tennessee Terror for quite some time.
Harley Jo paid the noise no mind a’tall, she was focused entirely on Dayna, or rather, focused on Dayna’s other knee, which was much too far away from the canvas for the brunette’s liking. “Got the nerve to look up at me, suit?” Collins after several seconds of intense silence.
Erza met her gaze immediately, the Israeli import’s dark eyes narrowed to furious slots. “Don’t waste your breath offering me a challenge, Collins.” Dayna hissed. “Unless you’re eager to see it accepted and hurled in your faceEEEEERRRGGGHHHHHH!”
HJC went up on tiptoe and stayed there, the lanky veteran capitalizing on her height advantage to put more strain on Erza’s wrists, which in turn eventually forced the Executrix to a full penance on the canvas. “Been hearing you talk a helluva lot.” Collins said coldly. “No one can touch you, no one’s on your level, everyone should just sign up for matching skirts and blazers and fall in line like those mannequins McGinty and Stipanovic. You talk a good game and you sure as hell take an impressive gym selfie, but the result is less than the sum of its parts. Because you’ve never wanted for anything, have you, suit? Never worried, never doubted, never lost a wink of sleep over the notion that things might not play out in your favor. That changes tonight, Erza. Tonight I’m gonna grab hold of that flat little washboard tummy, rip it open and let the doubt POUR inEERRRGGGHH BYTCH!”
More disgusted by the hayseed’s slanderous filth than the pain in her wrists (though that was certainly far from pleasant) Erza put a stop to it by leaning forward and sinking her teeth into Collins’ wrist! Wasn’t legal of course, but the angle of the Test of Strength prevented Nick from seeing the infraction right away and by the time he moved into better position the champion had given it up and fought her way back to full verticality. Not only that, she accidentally gouged a knee into the pit of Harley Jo’s stomach as she regained her feet, thus ensuring the World Champ had a decided advantage when she seized control of the Test.
Forcing their locked hands from midnight to three and nine o’clock respectively, Erza slammed her chest into Harley Jo’s, then put her lips to the American’s ear and murmured, “Doubts and fears are for lesser minds, such as yours. I deal only in facts and inevitabilities, such as the embarrassment that awaits you at the conclusion of this contest.”
“You’re the one getting embarrassed tonight, darlin’.” Collins grunted. “Imagine what the other assholes at the country club will say when GGRRRRHHHH!”
Dayna jabbed the point of her chin into the side of Harley Jo’s neck and gouged until she was able to force their locked hands down to six o’clock. Once there she repaid back an earlier unkindness by rolling Collins’ hands back over her wrists, only this angle meant the challenger was forced onto her toes to relieve the very worst of the pressure.
“Submit to me, you grubby little dullard.” Dayna ordered as she tried to break Harley’s spirits and wrists in a single stroke. “Submit before I’m forced to show these people how obsolete you’ve become.”
Harley grit her teeth and shook her head to refuse the offer as Dayna increased the pressure considerably. "Very well then." Dayna flipped HJC's wrists up and forced her back to her feet before bullying into the ropes, prompting the ref to demand a break upon ‘ONE… TWO… THREE!’ Dayna released as demanded but kept her advantage with a Kneelift to the pit of Harley's stomach!
"UGHHH!!" Harley bent over with a grunt but Dayna quickly straightened her body back up and whipped her across the ring!
The Executrix followed to the center as she awaited Harley to bounce back from the opposite strands but Collins ducked under the swinging Clothesline! Harley Jo followed through with her run and hit the ropes. HJC met Dayna back at the center of the ring, dashing back with a Clothesline of her own. Dayna did the same and the two Destroyers collided with a loud SMACK!
The towering brunettes backpedaled from the point of impact but remained on their feet, taking a cold hard stare into each other's eyes before exploding into a high octane scrap, both ladies trading punches blow-for-blow! Dayna put a period on the exchanges with a knee to the gut, then cupped the back of Harley Jo's head and hurriedly guided her head to the turnbuckle. HJC blocked Dayna's ramming attempt with a foot on the middle turnbuckle and threw Dayna's head into the buckle instead!
Dazed, Dayna leaned against the corner allowing HJC to whip her into the opposite corner with an audible THUD! Harley Jo measured Erza, then charged full speed ahead only to eat a boot from the defending champ, sending her back to the center with a stagger. Capitalizing on her woozy state, Dayna charged towards the challenger only to be Gutwrenched onto one shoulder.
Dayna shook her head 'no' and tried to reach out for the ropes as Collins paraded around the ring before dropping onto her knees, driving her shoulder up into Dayna's guts!
OVER THE SHOULDER GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rd4GK3wzAtI&ab_channel=CameronFowler
"NGGNNN!!!" Dayna clutched her stomach and rolled away from her opponent. Harley Jo knee-walked to the champion and rolled her back flush to the canvas so she could hook a leg for the...
ONE!
TWO!
NOOO!!!
Dayna shot an arm up at ‘TWO’, breaking the fall. "Not bad, suit!" Harley Jo commended before picking Erza up by her head and pushed her into the corner. Grasping one wrist, Harley tried to set Dayna up into the opposite corner once more but Dayna brakes on foot, spun around and reeled HJC in with a Kitchen Sink!
KITCHEN SINK:
youtu.be/B5hr2iKwbw4
Harley Jo turned inside out before landing on the small of her back, wincing in agony while The Israeli Powerhouse backed into the ropes and returned with a Leg Drop across the neck! Collins’ legs jolted upon impact allowing Dayna to catch onto one for the...
ONE!
TWO!
NOOOO!!!!
Harley buckled out of the cover at the count of ‘TWO’, staying in the title picture. She struggled to one knee, soon to be helped onto her feet by a recovered Dayna, her intentions made clear when she trapped the challenger with a classic Abdominal Stretch!
"Take my offer and submit, or a deal like this may never come again." Dayna snarled as she leaned back, adding the torque to Harley Jo's trunk!
"GGRRRUHHH! NEVER BITCH!" the challenger refused, prompting Dayna to reach for her leg and pull it up and backward!
"Take the offer, Miss Collins."
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NFxCBpZ-ZYs&ab_channel=WWE
"EURGHHH!!! NO! NEVER!" Harley Jo clawed and punched before deciding her best way out was two fingers to her attacker's eyes!
Understandably preoccupied by the task of wearing down her opponent’s core, Dayna didn’t note the flick of Collins’ hand until it across her face and by then it was far too late to avoid those slashing talons. “NO CLASS BUMPKIN!” Erza bellowed with rage even as she felt Harley Jo wrest free of her clutches. “I’ll make you pay for such GRRRRHH!”
The Executrix’s situation went from irksome to downright insulting once Collins slipped around on her six and deftly secured the same hold she’d just escaped! “I’ve got an offer of my own, if you’d care to hear it.” the Tennessee Terror murmured as she knotted her hands against Dayna’s cheek and craaaaaaaaaaanked up on the painful hold.
HARLEY JO'S ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=58z4Uv8l_P0
With her right arm wrenched up and backward beneath Collins’ left bicep, Erza could only waggle a finger ‘no, no, no!’ to ensure Castle wouldn’t waste her energy with his meaningless questions. As for the wretch currently trying her patience, the trapped brunette growled, “There’s nothing[/I] someone of your station could ever offer me, unless it’s the deed to whatever dismal stretch of forest you call hoMMAAAARRRH!”
Shifting her grip so only one hand cupped the champ’s chin, Harley Jo crooked the index finger of her other hand into a hook and slipped it into the corner of Dayna’s mouth for some painful tugging! Castle called her on it at once, so the Countrycidal Maniac returned to her previous grip, though now she made a point of grinding her knotted knuckles back and forth across her rival’s face.
“That’s where you’re wrong, suit.” Collins purred. “I can offer you mercy. Normally it’d be too expensive even for a brat like you, but tonight it’s on sale for the low, low price of the FAWN World Ti--”
“Never.” Erza interrupted. “I didn’t storm up the ranks of this promotion only to hand its greatest asset off to some hillbilly malconOOOOOHHHHH GAAAAAAHHD!”
HJC freed her right hand, curled it into a delving spade and slammed it down on the taut curve of Erza’s right flank. “Ask her.” Collins told Castle once Dayna slammed her mouth shut to silence more wails. “Ms. Moneybags is starting to realize her health is more important than gold.”
“Hhrrr… as if you could threaten either.” Erza brought her free hand in search of Harley Jo’s hair (or maybe her eyes) but the veteran was wise to the tactic and kept her head clear even after Dayna pounded that fist against her thigh in frustration.
“Oh, you know I am, darlin’.” Harley told the suffering brunette. “In fact, I can make you scream louder than anyone else on this roster has ever managNGH! NGH! NGH!”
The Executrix didn’t believe a word of that vile slander, but she wasn’t interested in letting Collins put it to the test so she crooked her dangling arm into a ‘V’ and began jabbing the point of her elbow into Harley Jo’s left thigh over and over again. “Let me go you snuffling, opossum-faced whore.” Erza hissed over the groans of her opposition. “Don’t make me raise my voicOOOOWWWWWWWW GODDAMMIT!”
HJC moved her grip from the champ’s flank to her tummy, Dayna’s stylish one-piece providing no defense against Collins’ claw, specifically the index finger jabbed deep into her navel! “Gonna rip a hole in this pretty little suit of yours.” the Witch of Razorback Holler explained as she tried to scoop out quit by the handful. “The belt would cover it, but you’re not going to have it when the match is oveNNNHHHHHH!”
Erza’s right hand finally found Harley Jo’s hair and she grabbed enough to make the challenger’s eyes water! Doing so also froze Collins’ noggin in place, so Dayna curled her left hand into a fist and brought it up and over to THUNK a Haymaker into the bridge of her attacker’s nose! Roaring with triumph as she wrested free of the Abdominal Stretch, Erza coiled an arm around Harley Jo’s head, reeled her into a Front Facelock and laid out on her back to SPIKE the other brunette’s forehead into the canvas with a thunderous DDT!
DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZzlteZGCF1E
Dayna passed on the cover, electing to wear Harley Jo down further. She sunk her talons into the challenger's scalp, pulled her to a vertical then Gutwrenched Harley Jo onto the shoulders and surveyed her surroundings for the nearest corner before charging towards it. Sensing danger, Collins struggled and managed to slip out of Dayna's grasp in the nick of time before shoving her into the corner . "UGHH!" Dayna grunted as her chest smashed against the turnbuckle and HJC quickly lunged in to secure a Waistlock. As she tried to haul Dayna into the air, The Israeli Powerhouse shot an elbow into her opponent's face with enough force to knock her around in a half circle. Dayna quickly seized back control of the match, catching HJC by the waist and hauled her into the air before dropping the base of her neck onto the top turnbuckle!
"NGNNHHH!!" Harley Jo mewled as she clutched her neck in agony and collapsed on her knees. The Executrix backpedaled to the center of the ring, measuring Harley up before lunging forward with a knee strike into her face! As Harley laid limp on the canvas, Dayna dragged her out of the corner and turned her over for the cover...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOOOOOOO!!!
HJC buckled out of the cover and rolled onto her side, circumventing another pin attempt. Remaining composed, Dayna climbed to her feet and gave the challenger a few stomps to the small of her back! "You are disappointing, bumpkin" Dayna hissed as she continued to stomp the clambering HJC. As Dayna picked her challenger up from behind, HJC reached back and raked across Dayna's eyes! "ARGGHHHH! YOU..." Dayna screamed as clutched her face, before the challenger put her down with a Big Boot!
BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7t5m-Yhvg4&ab_channel=AlejoWrestling
Without stopping, Harley Jo grabbed Dayna by the ankle and dragged her toward the corner, with an evil plan in mind. Harley Jo rolled out of the ring and grabbed onto Dayna's ankle while the other grabbed onto her chin before pulling her into the ring-post! "AHHHHHH!" Dayna cried out as Harley bent her back around the steel with a foot on the post for added leverage. In view of the illegal hold, the ref coerced HJC to release the hold with the count of ‘ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR!’
The challenger released the hold for the sake of the title but certainly had no qualms about committing another offense. With Dayna's head on the apron, Harley wrapped her hands around Dayna's neck and choked her, warranting another count of ’FOUR!’ Collins raised her arms in innocence before ‘FIVE!’, drawing ire from Castle and Erza’s supporters alike.
"What's up? Having a little trouble fighting fair?" Harley taunted as she dragged the champion out of the ring. Grabbing a wrist, HJC forcefully whipped the champion into the barricade!
"URGHH!!!" Dayna grunted as her body smashed against the barricade. HJC mounted on the offensive and charged at her incapacitated opponent but Dayna sprung back to life and cut her down with a SPEAR!
SPEAR:
youtu.be/Ii4egNDNJZ4
Collins gasped for air, clutching her stomach as she crawled away from Dayna, but Erza quickly caught up and threw her under the ropes into the ring. Dayna soon joined the rising challenger in the ring and softened her up with a couple of knee strikes to the gut before hauling her into the air, And as a feat of strength, The Israeli Powerhouse kept her up for a few seconds before dropping back to the deck!
DELAYED VERTICAL SUPLEX:
youtu.be/EkxIyK3y5SU
"I assure you, I have no problems winning FAIR!" Dayna growled as she hooked Collins leg for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOOO!
Collins wrested loose of the Executive’s grasp with half a second to spare, prompting a stern look from Erza to Castle. “Prolonging this delusion of competency is detrimental to my opponent’s overall health, Mr. Castle. That was clearly three.”
Nick shook his head. “No, it was two and a half, MAYBE two and three quarters.”
Dayna scowled, filled her hands with the challenger’s hair and hauled her off the canvas. “Since you refuse to see reason, I’ll simply have to inflict more punishment.”
The official offered nothing in reply, so Erza slammed a Headbutt between Harley’s eyes on general principle, then slipped her right arm through the veteran’s legs and her left arm over one shoulder to scoop her up across her chest neat as you please. Allowing herself the smallest of smiles in recognition of those ‘ooooohhh’s’ from the audience, Dayna turned to all four sides of the squared circle so everyone could properly appreciate her power. She came to a stop facing the hard camera, whereupon she promptly brought her left knee up into the other brunette’s ribs with an ugly THUMP!
“Did you think she could beat me?” Another Kneelift THUMPED home. “This genetic backpedaller has the same chance of victory as the so-called Goddess! Which is to say, none at all!” She punctuated those last three words with a trio of Kneelifts, then dipped her knees and flung HJC up, over and away, the Tennessee Terror hurled halfway across the ring via something best described as a Standaway Slam!
STANDAWAY SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mcu4exmzkQk
The ungainly THAWHAM of Collins’ landing told Erza there was no need to rush her next cover so she took her time clapping the invisible dust from her hands while the FAWNatics jeered the obvious arrogance. Registering their disdain as far off, unimportant quacking, Dayna rounded on Collins and was genuinely irritated to see her fighting to her feet in the far corner. “Who knew inbreeding could result in such tenacity?” she muttered under her breath even as she drew a bead on Harley Jo’s forehead.
The distance and the noise ensured that Collins couldn’t have heard the slight, yet she snorted all the same and raised a weary middle finger to the Israeli Powerhouse. Angry now, Erza sprinted toward the corner at full speed and hopped up to land one foot on the middle strand while the other flew at her foe’s skuNOOOO!
Harley Jo blocked the blow with crossed forearms, then slipped her arms through Erza’s legs and wrapped ‘em around the champion’s waist! “NO!” Dayna bellowed as Collins marched her out of the corner like she was a lightweight. “PUT ME DOWN YOU--” The Witch of Razorback Holler did precisely that, shooting up on tiptoe to PLANT Dayna spine-first on the deck with a thunderous Powerbomb!
POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzCL8XdfZdM
The aftermath left Erza stacked on her shoulders so Castle swooped in to make the count, but he didn’t even reach one before Harley Jo let out a roar and hoisted the Executrix back onto her shoulders! Instead of simply repeating the Powerbomb, she took a few steps forward before wheeling around and rushing the corner to BWUUUUUUUNG Dayna against the corner with a hellacious Buckle Bomb!
Erza thrummed like a tuning fork but damned if she didn’t stay upright long enough to stumble out of the buckles--and directly into a Bear Hug from Harley Jo Collins.
BEAR HUG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZxZ-oYcBqk
“NNNNNGGGAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” Dayna threw back her head and wailed, the volume of it loud enough to be heard over the raucous din of the crowd.
“Sounds like quit to me, darlin’.” the challenger noted. She kept her cheek pressed to Erza’s chest so the champ couldn’t get at her face. “Ready to tell these people you’re finished or do I have to move more of your insides outside?”
"URGHHH!! NO!" Dayna shook her head in response to the ref's question and tried to peel Collin's face from her chest but the challenger squeezed harder, forcing Erza to scream.
"Will be embarrassing if you get knocked out, don't you think?" HJC taunted before jostling the champion left and right, SQUEEZING the air out of The CEO of DaynaCorp. At the edge of passing out, Erza raised an arm into the air and delivered a few bionic elbows to the small of Harley's back, loosening the constricting arms with every blow until she was finally able to break away from the hold. The Executrix capitalized on the recovering Collins and made a dash toward the ropes then returned with a boot directed at Collins face but Collins returned one at the exact same time!
SMACK! Both ladies dropped to their back after taking the other’s boot to face. With his charges devoid of motion, the ref started to count, “ONE… TWO… THREE…”
both competitors stirred, gingerly making their way to all fours. “FOUR… FIVE…” and crawled in opposite directions “SIX… SEVEN…” relying on the strands at opposite sides of the ring to regain their feet...
Harley Jo charged the woozy Dayna at full speed but Dayna collected her senses just in time, doubled down and sent HJC flying over the top rope…OH! Harley managed to land on the ring apron instead! Collins grabbed onto Dayna's shoulder but Dayna quickly spun around and clocked her with an elbow! Harley teetered on the edge of the ring, hanging on with one hand on the top rope. The Executrix sprinted across the ring and returned with a SPEAR through the ropes, sending the challenger and herself hurtling from the squared circle to the floor!
Spear
youtu.be/kp4BjuslPxE
THUD as both wrestlers hit the ground! HJC shuddered before going motionless while Erza struggled to a single knee before clambering to her feet. Her hearing was muffled for a moment, realizing that the ref had counted to "NINE!" as her hearing began to clear. The champion slid back under the bottom rope by "TEN!" and the count continued for Collins. Realizing the need to show Leggs Inc. a convincing victory backstage, Dayna made the most questionable decision of her career when she returned to ringside and threw HJC back into the ring.
"Get up, Miss Collins. So I can properly send you back to obscurity." Dayna growled as she prodded the challenger with a boot. Out of patience, The Israeli Powerhouse dipped down and yanked Collins back u-- "ARGHHH…DAMN YOU!!"
Collins played possum and sent a claw digging into Dayna's belly! "Should have taken the count-out win, suit!" Collins growled as she twisted her talons in Dayna's exposed belly before powering her into the air and dropping her, gut-first into a single posted knee!
GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uX92_blvtxA
"ARGHHHHH!" Dayna clutched her stomach as she rolled away, thumping her feet in pain. The effectiveness of the champion's offense showed as Collins struggled to get up her knee. Insistent on humiliating the suit, HJC rolled Dayna onto her back with the tip of her boot and firmly planted a foot on top of her chest for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOOOOOOO!!!
Dayna threw an arm up and swatted Collins' boot away, rolling to her hands and knees in the same motion. Angered, Harley yanked Dayna back to her feet only to be greeted with a couple of backhand Chops that made her hiss!
"I leave no doubts when I win! That's why you are either going to submit or take the fall!" Dayna growled as she alternated between chops and forearms that sent HJC into the corner! Dayna continued to smack the challenger into a punch-drunk state before dragging her out of the corner and secured her with a Standing Headscissors. The Executrix dipped down and secured her arms around Harley's waist as she prepared to deliver an earth shattering Piledriver!
Feet planted flat, Erza dipped deep into her reserves and upended Coll--NO! Harley Jo flailed her legs wildly, forcing the World Champion to return her to the canvas. “I think not!” Dayna halved the Waistlock so she could ball one hand into a fist and pwak-pwak-PWAK several punches into the small of the other brunette’s back! Satisfied with the groans she heard from her opposition, Dayna reapplied the Waistlock before-- “WHOOOAAAAAHHH!”
Surprise from all those assembled (none more so than Erza herself) when the Tennessee Terror straightened up with the other leggy Destroyer now draped down her back like some sort of elegant cape! Hands cupping the pits of Dayna’s knees, Collins rocked back on her heels, then snapped forward and down to THWHAM the Executrix onto the canvas with a thunderous Alabama Slam!
ALABAMA SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F60QUKbRddk
The impact stacked Dayna on her shoulders, those seemingly endless stems shot skyward in a woozy ‘V’ that grew much more taut when HJC seized each ankle and wrenched them apart. “Duuhhhh….don’t you dare!” Dayna pointed, then waggled a finger at the challenger, the Erza trying to muster her most authoritative tone to keep the bumpkin from befouling her with a Low Bl--“OOOOFFFFFFHHH!”
Harley Jo hopped through those splayed stems, brought her own knees up to chest level and STOMPED down on Dayna’s roiling midsection as hard as she could! Silenced by the agony of her aggrieved abs, the Israeli Powerhouse flopped to one side and would’ve curled into a fetal ball if the Countrycidal Maniac hadn’t rolled her over and streeeeeeeeeetched her out flat!
“NO! NO!” Erza’s tone was uncharacteristically panicky as Collins climbed into a snug seat aboard her upper thighs. “Get off of me, Collins!” she ordered. “And keep your ill-bred, six-fingered hands away from AAAAARRRRGGGHHHHHH!”
Harley Jo SMACKED her right hand down on Dayna’s bare belly and began to squeeze with all her might. Gripping her right wrist for extra leverage, Collins leaned forward and bore down like she meant to pump the World Champ’s stomach with her bare hands. Dayna wailed even louder as HJC continued to ‘chew’ away with her grip, the simple maneuver evoking shrieks of pain the crowd had never heard from the usually icy Executrix. Erza did not surrender, however. She swiped answering claws at the challenger’s face and when Collins drew out of reach she gouged her elbows into the canvas and began to draaaaaaaaaaag their combined weight to the ropes.
“Give it up, Suit.” Harley Jo huffed. “Make me wait any longer and I’ll be clawing the mat through your gut.”
“The…the hell you will.” Erza groaned. “The World Championship is mine, Collins. I don’t mean to relinquish it OOOOOOHHHHH GAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!”
The Tennessee Terror jammed her thumb deep into Dayna’s navel, exacerbating the pain of the Belly Claw! For anyone else the ropes would’ve been too far away, but Erza was sure she could reach them if only she could--“BREAK!” she almost sobbed with relief when she managed to push / slide her way to sanctuary. “BREAK THIS GODDAMNED HOLOOOOWWW!”
Collins squeezed even harder, the veteran’s shoulders trembling with the effort of it until Nick Castle reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. Getting to her feet as Erza dragged herself to a slumped seat, HJC stomped to the middle of the ring to work out some kinks while Dayna took deep breaths and tried not to vomit.
After several seconds of reprieve, Harley waved an impatient hand and demanded, “Get your ass up, Erza.”
Dayna only snorted in derision. “I operate on my own schedule, not yours, Collins.”
“We’ll see about that.” The Witch of Razorback Holler stalked over to the champion, bent down and grabbed a handful of--“HHHRRGGGHH!”
Dayna caught hold of the challenger’s waistband and yanked her forward and down to drop Collins’ throat across the rubber-coated steel! She’d hoped such a tactic would’ve sent the vicious bumpkin to the canvas in a gagging heap, but Harley Jo continued to disappoint by scrambling to her feet and lurching toward the far side of the squared circle.
Forced to give chase much sooner than she would’ve liked, Dayna rose to her full height and backed into the ropes to give herself a nice little boost when she loped out a moment later. Crossing the canvas in no time despite her aches, Erza took to the skies and THWHUMPED both knees between Harley Jo’s shoulders to drive her chest-first into the far corner!
As Harley Jo slouched in the corner, Dayna pulled her back to the center of the ring with a yank of her waistband. The champion rested her opponent over her shoulders like a barbell and lifted off the ground! Upon realization of the impending Hammer, Harley Jo flailed and elbowed Erza in the face!
"URGHH URGHH! STO..." Dayna grunted and dropped Collins back to her feet.
"No way you are keeping that belt!" HJC snarled before hitting the ropes and found herself thrown into the air like a cheerleader before eating a nasty European Uppercut from the champion!
EXECUTRIX DECISION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPBXmmnu74Q&t=12s&ab_channel=VaasRules
The stiff blow sent Harley Jo's body flipping onto her back and her mind off into space as she stared blankly into the rafters. Dayna pulled the limp challenger to her feet and laid her over her shoulders once more, With a grunt and a jerk, The Israeli Powerhouse muscled the heavier HJC into the air, spinning for a bit before dropping sideways and THWUNKING Harley neck-first into the canvas. She rolled over HJC's body and hooked her legs for the...
ERZA HAMMER:
youtu.be/EuEoimAW604
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING DING!
"YOUR WINNER OF THIS MATCH VIA PINFALL! AND STILL! FAWN WORLD CHAMPION! DAAYNA...ERRZAAAAA!"
Dayna sat up and took a few deep breaths before climbing to her feet, accepting the title with a nod and extending her arm to the ref to be raised. The champion trudged back to her opponent and dropped to one knee, her golden prize held inches above Collins’ face.
"Still doubt my abilities?" Dayna questioned only to be answered with an exhausted groan. The champion stood up once more and planted a foot onto Harley Jo's chest as she raised the title overhead. Several seconds later the camera zoomed out and the show faded to black.