The Open Challenge is back!
After conquering her inner demons in the form of her busty ex-partner, Danica Dadal, Intercontinental Champion Victoria Hackenschmidt has laid down the gauntlet once again. All comers are welcome to step up and try their hand at taking the gold away from the Towering Teuton be they from the FAWN roster or not. The dirt sheets have been abuzz that Commissioner Bethany Christian is desperate to find a more ‘marketable’ star to take the title off of Victoria, but every woman who’s tried found themselves under the reserved woman’s bootheel. Will tonight be any different? Who will step into the Squared Circle with The Knight of Hesse? Let’s find out!
The air fills with 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 is the Intercontinental champion.
Victoria drinks in the uproarious response the FAWNatics give her; tonight the fans seem friendlier to the champion than usual. There’s still that core of negativity, but far more cheers than Victoria usually gets. Perhaps after her Mania performance the FAWNatics are warming up to the gentle German. Hackenschmidt takes a calming breath through her nose and sets down the ramp. The German giant stands tall and armourless for the second time in her career, except for her head. She wears her usual silver Corinthian helmet that protects the back and sides of her skull but leaves her high-boned cheeks free with 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. The most crucial thing on Victoria’s person is around her waist, the Intercontinental Championship belt. Under the spotlight, it shines as the brightest beacon to any potential challenger, employed by FAWN or not, to try and pry it from The Valiant One’s grasp.
Head bowed in silent prayer; her hands clutch a cross-hilted broadsword nearly four feet in length, a replica of a family heirloom that hung over the fireplace in her family estate in Hesse. Shaking off negative thoughts with a mighty roar, Victoria flexes her powerful arms and hefts the replica 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!!!”
The IC champ marches to the ring in her white halter top, revealing miles of lightly toned, pale tummy with matching boy-cut shorts that cling to her tight hindquarters. White boots and knee pads looking newly shined, 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 usually wears to the ring.
Before the bell, Victoria tries to keep her mind on the match ahead, but she still reaches her free arm out to Hi-Five 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 and swiftly swings it in a broad circle before plunging it down into the box with one smooth motion.
As her music dies down, the entrance euphoria dies along with it. A switch flips for half of the Orlando audience, and the air fills with a cacophony of noise, boos and cheers competing for dominance. The feral fans want a champ that shows a little more skin or has a colourful demeanour, but Victoria’s finally starting to win some of them over; the hatemail input has decreased by a full 15%!
The lights go out once again. An elongated beat of silence builds anticpation in the FAWNatics’ hearts, and then….
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCmXQv7BTW8Powerglove’s “So Sexy Robotnik” blasts over the loudspeakers! The rocking remix of a classic videogame soundtrack is charged with energy, getting the fans even more eager to see the face of the challenger. A third of the crowd recognizes the entrance for the returning wrestler from their FAWN run and are losing their minds, another third knows the opponent from the next phase of her career; a highly successful and lengthy run in Japan with sporadic appearances in Asia. The rest of the crowd has no idea who’s about to appear but is caught up in the others’ excitement.
“Hailing from rural Alberta, Canada, she stands five feet ten inches tall and weighs one hundred seventy-eight pounds… a True Athlete… she is KAYLA!”
A spotlight falls on a beaming, beautiful, bosomy, muscular, ponytailed blonde who cocks a hip and shows her brawn goods in a double bicep pose. Once described by commentators as ‘big-boned’ Present day minds give the Canadian the more accurate title of ‘thicc strong’. Those curves are as dangerous as they are sexy! The returning Kayla wears a pink sleeveless shirt with a deep cleavage cutout and a pair of black spandex shorts and matching boots, her hair done up in a ponytail. One might think this lady is out of place, she looks as if she’s off to pump some iron or participate in a session of step aerobics, not wrestle another woman in front of an audience. Kayla turns away from the audience so she can show off her toned back muscles and shakes her hips to a cheeky metronome to draw attention to her buns of steel. She looks over her shoulder and winks at the camera, “Did y’all miss me? I bet you did!”
The Behemoth Blonde pivots on a heel and promenades down the entrance ramp, blowing kisses and Hi-fiving fans. From inside the ring, a concerned Victoria watches with an analyzing eye, she knows Kayla by reputation, and it's a notable one. The sexy Destroyer is a former world champion from her first campaign in Japan, and while she wrestles on the babyfaced side of the fence, she can be a bit overly brutal at times. Kayla fights with a great deal of flair, never missing an opportunity to play to the fans whether it be with strength, or T and A.
Something she has in abundance thinks Victoria. Her vision is drawn to Kayla’s bouncing, fulsome front as her challenger runs up the stairs and the Canuck’s well well-endowed backside as she balances on the bottom rope for a final wave to the audience. It’s like Bethany put Danica and me in a blender and mixed us together with extra protein. If management is trying to take my title, this is a smart way to do it.
“But it won’t make a difference,“ The Knight mutters to herself, gripping the top ropes tightly in her corner as the official performs his patdown of the Canadian. “This company will fold before I give it up.”
Across the ring in her own corner, Kayla places her hands on her hips and shifts her weight from one leg to the other, anxious to see how she stacks up against the German phenom. She was only in FAWN a year before Kayla explored other opportunities, so she has no real love for the promotion. But this is her first match on American soil in a literal decade, and that has her feeling nervous, and Kayla gets nervous she starts talking trash. She calls out across the ring to Hackenschmidt, trying to sound confident and jovial.
“Thanks for having such an epic reign with your title! It’s gonna make me taking it all the more memorable!”
Unruffled and uninterested in banter, The champion gives the challenger a small smile and a polite nod. Kayala non-plussed, nods back, whispering to herself, ”Great. Now I look like a jerk.”
At the bell’s chime, the two Destroyers stride to center ring and asses each other close up. The two stand inches apart in mirror stances of hands on hips; Kayla can tell right off the bat Victoria’s the strongest competitor she’s faced in her career, still not as strong as the True Athlete Herself of course, but it’s still a hurdle. The real threat is The Knight’s arsenal of moves; the German has a much wider range of techniques than most women her size and is far too comfortable in the air for Kayla’s taste. Victoria’s self-assured training will carry her to the winner’s circle, but being out massed to this degree is a startling experience, made all the more surreal with Kayla’s Juggs of Mass Destruction right in front of her perfectly fine, normal-sized for Victoria’s body type breasts, which are are not a constant source of needless shame for the knight.
It’s like I’m facing the person I wanted to grow into when I was in Gesamtschule. Victoria shakes off the intrusive thought and offers a handshake, “A pleasure to meet you. Let us have a great match.”
Pleasantly surprised, Kayla takes her hand and gives it a good two-pump shake. Her nerves settled with Victoria's show of cordiality, “Nice to meet you; let’s work up a sweat.”
With professionalism established, the action can get underway!
Kayala raises a hand and wiggles her fingers teasingly, “You know everybody wants to see it.”
Victoria measures her moment before giving a small shrug, “Very well.” And smacks her palm against the bigger…well… wider blonde’s hand and interlaces their fingers. They repeat the clasp with their free hands, and the muscles on both women immediately flare into a detailed definition. Strength is a major tool in Victoria and Kayla’s kits and it’s time to see which one’s better. Their bodies tremble with effort as they try to score the first point in this exchange; Victoria is already beginning to flush and perspire, it’s like she’s Sisyphus and the boulder is filled with iron ore. A trilling growl filters through The Knight’s clenching teeth, the sound of Victoria’s engine going into the red trying to push back Kayla. To the crowd's amazement, she does! Kayla’s hands start to bend back ever so slightly, and there’s a shake in the returning star’s knee. Victoria’s progress is as slow as as watching aa tree grow, but it’s bearing fruit; Kayla’s knee hits the canvas floor to the FAWNatics’ applause. This is the first time Kayla's lost ground in a Test of strength!
Victoria grins and hums with self-satisfaction, first marker achieved. But her expression switches to worry when she finds herself at a dead stop, unable to push her advantage a millimetre further. Though she is genuflecting before The Knight, Kayla is as chipper as an Alberta chipmunk and chatting happily while Victoria futilely tries to crusher flat.
“Alright, I finally face a girl with some gains. It’s so frustrating batting around stick figures all the time. Enough with the warm-up. Let’s get serious!”
Kayla takes in a breath and her copious chest puffs up, drawing Victoria’s attention to the dark abyss of the challenger’s cleavage. Victoria swallows involuntarily, still suffering some psychological scars from her ex-partner Danica’s multiple smotherings. Kayla rises from her kneel to her full height unhurriedly and with little effort.
Hackenschmidt finds herself under insurmountable pressure and on bent knees without so much as a murmur from the well-built woman. Looking up at Kayla backlit by the houselights, the shadow of her large breasts casting over the champ, Victoria felt fear and empathized with the numerous smaller women The Knight had crushed herself.
“Annnnd there we go,” Kayla easily folds Victoria over her legs and presses her flat to the mat; the official drops for the count and strikes One. Victoria shoves her right shoulder up, a small roar slipping from her lips with all the effort needed to do that small action. Kayla laughs, infuriatingly pleased with being met with some measure of resistance and forces Victoria flat once again. The Zebra slaps the mat "One!" And the champ breaks the count again, raising her left shoulder with a louder roar supplemented with frustration.
"You know it's funny I won a title in Uzbekistan in the same situation," comments Kayla as she reasserts her dominance and pins The Knight for the third time in the opening minute. “The crowd was pissed, so I had to issue an open challenge right after- oh, smart move!”
Victoria starts fighting smart and goes into a deep Bridge; her abs arc towards the sky while only the soles of her boots and the crown of her head touch the canvas. Kayla hops into the air, “I’ve always wanted to do this!” and lands on the champion’s curve, shins to thighs. There’s a serious wobble in Hackenschmidt’s form, but she rallies, and the bridge stays up. Kayla guffaws in happy disbelief and looks at the audience with a “Can you believe this?” look on her face, earning her some laughs and claps from the FAWNatics.
"Haha! Wow, I feel like a Lightweight. You got some real core strength. We should hit the gym sometime."
"MMMPH!"
Victoria makes a sound that could be in the affirmative, but it's hard to tell. Her jaw is clenching tight, and her face is pinking and perspiring profusely with the concentration needed to hold up all of Kayla's 178lbs. The colossal Canadian realizes the situation, "Oops, pardon me, got lost in the fun. Hup!"
Kayla dismounts Victoria with the grave of a vaudeville performer and effortlessly pulls the Knight to her feet and smacks her body against Victoria's and thrusts their arms out so they form a T. Their bodies slap together with an audible
smeck, Victoria flinches when her modest molehills are turned 2-Dimensional by Kayla's mountain range. The challenger uses that lapse in concentration to break the handholds and wrap Hackenschmidt in her patented Bearhug called Kayla's Embrace.
Victoria is instantly bent into an agonizing C, bent around the ropey arms coiled above her waist and threatening to divide The Knight. She raises her arms to escape Kayla's clutches with an ear clap when a cruel constriction from The True Athlete sends fire up Victoria's spine. She rests her swinging legs on top of Kayla's hips to alleviate some of the pressure, but it's negligible at best.
Victoria slaps and palms at Kayla’s form while peppering her shins with little kicks, desperate to escape Kayla’s hug. Klaxons ring off in her head, warning her of a one-sided and early loss.
Mein Gott, Victoria thinks. she has the strength of a troll!
Kayla flexes her meaty arms and squeezes a little more out of the champ with all the air in her lungs, and Victoria collapses against the challenger; a pained wheeze tickles the returning wrestler's ear as they go cheek to cheek, and Kayla grins. The flamboyant Destroyer swivels her hips to a sultry beat, grinding against Victoria like they’re lovers in heat to appreciative hoots and whistles. She carries her flaxen-haired foe to the Canadian side of the ring, briefly raising the noose of her arms to apply pressure around their chests to rub in her domination before lowering back above the tramp stamp area.
“I know it's a little early for the Long Kiss Goodnight,” says Kayla popping her hips to ‘hump’ Victoria into position so they’re nose to nose, “But it looks like things are going my way fast, so why not HNF!”
Hackenschmidt rears back her neck and thumps her forehead into the bridge of Kayla’s nose, watering her eyes instantly. Hackenschmidt headbutts the opposition repeatedly, Kayla’s grip lessening just the tiniest bit each time, which means more oxygen in Victoria’s lungs with every breath. The Knight pushes against Kayla’s shoulders for a headbutt that’ll guarantee rhinoplasty in the challenger’s future when the Albertan hold snaps back to a body-on-body embrace. Victoria’s breath leaves her in a single burst at the same moment her breasts are flattened by Kayla’s larger pair, and before she has time to process this recurring shame, Victoria is hurled overhead with alarming height, speed and ease. Thrown across the ring by a Belly-to-Belly Suplex.
youtu.be/nig0Q3dUMRA?t=129An athletic blonde Hindenburg flies across the canvas and crashes nine-tenths of the Squared Circle away from the brawner blonde. Victoria thuds onto her upper back but manages to roll with the impact, popping out of a near somersault to run into the ropes and recoil into a knee-pumping charge at the challenger. Kayla’s surprise at Victoria’s recovery causes a hesitation before she runs to meet her, meaning Victoria has a Volkswagen’s momentum behind her as she puts Kayla on her back with a Running Clothesline.
Now it’s Kayla’s turn to be breathless, brought on by Victoria’s defined arm slamming across her sternum. Kayla quickly rises to her feet ready to grapple, but Victoria isn’t where she should be; hitting the ropes on the starboard side of the ring, The Knight blindsides Kayla from the Canuck’s right with another Clothesline, knocking Kayla into a clumsy sprawl. Kayla gets up as fast as she can, which is noticeably slower than before while The crusading Knight runs to the ropes behind The True Athlete, striking at the base of the neck with a Forearm Shiver. Kayla stumbles forward a few steps, stooping over and covering her neck unconsciously; Victoria is miffed she didn’t get a hat trick of falls after the embarrassing opening minutes, but at least the ball is rolling. Victoria sidles up and takes Kayla’s left wrist and threads it through the Destroyer’s legs while hooking the challenger’s right arm under her left armpit.
“I don’t know what happened to this sport, but this is not a date and you…” Hackenschmidt pulls on the arm between Kayla’s legs, flipping the heavier woman up and onto a shoulder, “will not be kissing anyone tonight.”
On that disappointing prediction, Hackenschmidt falls forward, crushing Kayla between the ring floor and 152lbs of German muscle.
youtu.be/tkGPFz8k728?t=116The combined weight of these super Destroyers hitting the canvas causes a minor earthquake in the ring and trips up the referee. Luckily he lands in the perfect place to count a pinfall just as Victoria skillfully maneuvers into a Backpress cover. Victoria hooks in the far left in deep, praying for a quick but competitive title defence as the referee slaps the mat.
ONE!
Kayla turns into her stomach, placing Victoria's shoulders on the mat instead!
ONE!
TWO!
Victoria frantically kicks her long legs and rolls onto her fours, escaping the pin and saving her Intercontinental belt. The Knight bends her arm into a V and cudgels Kayla over and over across the back, making the Athlete suffer a downpour of blows as she tries to get up. Kayla powers through The Knight's offence and staggers Victoria with a meaty right hook to the cheek and swivels her head with a left. Kayla grabs Victoria by the gloved wrist and buggy whips The Knight to the far ropes, dashes to the halfway point of the ring and bends over, waiting for Victoria to return so she can be sent soaring with a Back Body Drop. The champion in question turns and hits the cables with her back and springs forward to find the herculean Kayla lying in wait; Victoria alters her pace and smacks the Canadian with a huge Soccer Kick. The faceful of boot leather knocks Kayla ramrod straight and cross-eyed, making her pretty head the perfect height for a leaping spin kick by the übermenschlich Hackenschmidt.
youtu.be/7RqofFubIT4?t=357The Intercontinental champion's absurd athleticism always gets the crowd to pop no matter how hostile the fans are to the German import. Kayla drops like a felled tree to the sound of thousands of Floridians clapping and a smattering VIC-TOR-IA chant. Victoria throws up a fist to acknowledge the appreciation as she bounds back into the ropes, and recoils into a running leap with her knees pulled up. Victoria's fantastically firm glutes zero in on Kayla's tits as she descends in a Seated Senton.
"Auugh!!"
Victoria howls out as her tailbone gets a rocking from the hard ring floor; Kayla rolled to safety just in time and powers to stand as Victoria writhes on the mat cradling her coccyx. Kayla adjusts her t-shirt and snaps her spandex shorts into place, “Okay, time to bring the heat!”
The True Athlete strides over to Victoria and drags her up to her feet by her short locks, and sends her into the ropes with an Irish Whip. The Knight’s able to keep her run from looking awkward but can’t manage that fancy footwork from earlier, so she’s easy pickings for a ring-rumbling Hip Toss from Kayla.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gHcgKnaiIfgEven a simple move performed by the busty bodybuilder can have devastating results. Victoria splats face up on the canvas and immediately sits up with a pained grimace feeling her back seize. Kayla places a hand on the back of her skull and forces Victoria to look down as she circles around and steps between the German’s long legs. Kayla tucks the champion’s head between her steel-like stems and gives it a walnut-cracking pulse making Victoria’s heels beat against the mat like a trapped animal. Victoria pulls and pushes at the Canadian’s smooth, defined legs trying to free herself from the headscissors to no avail.
Kayla flexes her lower body, displaying her defined musculature from years of training and gets a long muffled groan from her prisoner trapped between her thighs. She shows off the guns in another double bicep flex and turns that applause into whistles and light catcalling when she makes the gurls bounce with a twitch of her pectorals. Kayla chats with the suffering Victoria while squeezing and relaxing at odd intervals, toying with her prey while draining her strength, “I may not have the work rate you do, but don’t think I can’t show you up if you give me the opening.”
“MMMgeh! Uhhuff!”
Whatever Victoria’s response is, it’s rendered unintelligible under the crushing pressure of Kayla’s Headscissors. Mercifully, Kayla ends the torture and dismounts the subdued champion; Victoria takes in a greedy breath as she tilts her now very pink head back, and is easily led to her feet with a controlling grip under her arm. Kayla drops a significant hip and hurls Hackenschmidt into a corner with an Irish whip, and The Knight hits the buckles with such skeleton-jarring force her legs lift off the mat; Hackenschmidt only remains upright by her arms luckily landing over the top ropes.
Kayla speeds to the farthest corner from Victoria and slaps the top buckle, “Let’s Gooo!” and sprints across the ring aiming to pulverzive the IC champ into a fine European paste. Victoria’s loyal but not numerous fans are on the edge of their seats hoping she can throw herself out of harm's way.
BAAAMMThose hopes are dashed. Kayla’s powerful, sexy body impacts with Victoria’s so hard the joints in the corner post audibly creak, The Knight’s limbs shoot out like an electric current running through a frog before they fall limp. It would be surprising if Victoria isn’t sporting three big bruises in the shape of turnbuckles along her back tomorrow morning. Kayla kisses a deflated Victoria on the cheek, “Now, we go hard,” and grabs the middle ropes as she lowers to a runner’s crouch.
Wham!“Work it!”
In a violent burst of motion, Kayla impales Victoria with a Shoulder Thrust, bending the German’s belly around the joint and draping her down Kayla’s back like a towel. Kayla retreats a step and then drives her shoulder against The Valiant One’s weakening abdominals a second time. All of the air leaves Victoria’s lungs in a harsh cough and she’s forced into a seat on the middle buckle.
Wham!“Work it!”
Kayla lets go of the cable to her right and slaps Victoria on the butt, before pulling The Knight out of her crater to stand on trembling legs. Kayla resets into her crouch and nearly tears Victoria in half with a tackle that would put an Edomton Elk on the ground, putting the beleaguered blonde onto the middle turnbuckle for the second time. That’s a CFL team for you non-Canadians out there in the wilderness.
Wham!“Work it!”
Victoria takes on an unhealthy pallor from the gutting Kayla’s dishing out, she tries to verbally protest her treatment but only a pathetic gurgle bubbles from her lips. Kayla makes a big show of swinging her arms around and giving Victoria’s buns a double palm spank, then digging her fingers in and jostling those German hams to the delight of the first row.
“I’m liking what I’m feeling. You’re putting the work in,” Kayla compliments after a few more squeezes, she grabs Hackenschmidt under the knees and backs away from the corner, suspending the champ before she unfurls her like a carpet and deposits Hackenschmidt into a wide-legged seat with a
thump. Victoria barely registers the shudder up her spine with her internal organs still finding their place after being used as a tackling dummy, she leans against the bottom buckle holding her stomach and groaning with eyes pinched in pain. Kayla turns away from the champ with a smile and reaches back, taking the legholes of her shorts in hand. Her hips move in a slow, tell-tale figure-eight that has FAWN purists salivating.
The waves of nausea and ache start to clear enough that Victoria can open her eyes, just at the right moment to see Kayla pull up her shorts into a floss-like state. The True Athlete’s voluminous tanned cheeks are out for everyone to see and loom over a worried Victoria. She whips out a pleading hand, shouting, “Warte!” But Kayla took French in high school, not German, so the word flew over her head. Kayla bends over and backs those extra-sized buns of steel into Victoria’s face and scrubs for all she’s worth, and judging by The Knight’s muffled protests as buns of steel buffet her, Kayla’s worth quite a bit!
Officially there’s a count of four before the official has to break up a corner move, but in FAWN ‘interesting’ spots like this get a grace period for the fan’s pleasure. Plus, Bethany has it in mind for the belt to change hands, so she informs the ref to double the wait time before counting, meaning Victoria gets an in-depth look at some high-quality Canadian Cake. Brief glimpses of Victoria’s sweaty visage can be seen before she’s reabsorbed by Kayla’s backside and treated to more suffocating swishes. This a rare and terrible experience for Victoria, she’s had a charmed career of being dominant enough to avoid being subjected to this treatment. The one exception is a lopsided loss to Aloisia Berg in her rookie years. The normally even-minded doctor felt slighted and gave The Knight a humiliating defeat in her hometown with her mother in the audience, only pinning Victoria after several Jugg Smothers, stinkfaces, and spankings. The Knight flashes back to that traumatic event as she tries to breathe but finds only Kayla’s satiny, sweaty flesh or a thin layer of spandex covering her opponent’s sex on her tongue.
Ignorant of the psychic damage she’s inflicting on the champion, Kayla’s swimming in the crowd’s approval and the pleasing sensations Hackenschmidt’s face stirred as she rode down like she was breaking a horse. She’s so caught up in these feelings she nearly misses the referee’s shout ofr her “Break!” Kayala dismounts with a tremble in her step, a little longer and she’d have hit the big finish too early. A greasy-faced Victoria lays in a heap against the bottom buckle, coughing while trying to wipe the taste of Kayla from her mouth.
“Wooo, that was fun! I owe you a drink later. I must insist.”
Kayla drags Victoria out of her puddle and walks her by the scruff to the deadcenter of the ring. Forcing The Knight to double over, Kayla inserts her into another headscissors before leaning forward and circling her arms around Victoria’s tummy. Barking a short but loud “Hup!” Kayla flips Victoria up onto her shoulders for a Power- Victoria keeps rolling and escapes down Kayla’s back! Landing on her ass with legs straight and her hands on Kayla’s thighs, Victoria pulls with all her might to upend the stocky challenger with a Sunset Flip.
Kayla windmills her arms trying to keep her balance, Victoria grits her teeth and wills all her power into moving this boulder of a woman!
“Bougggh!”
Kayla shoots her stems out and pancakes Victoria’s chest with a Butt Bomb! Victoria looks like a beached fish gasping its last breath while Kayla grins at the camera and places her hands behind her head in a cocky pose, looking to win her first FAWN title in style.
ONE!
TWO!
Victoria pulls her knees in and bucks Kayla off her body with a second to spare. The Challenger shrugs, Kayla knows the belt is hers. A couple more moves won’t kill her, or Victoria, hopefully. Kayla spins on a knee to face the downed champion, drags Victoria to her feet, and gives her broadside knee to the gut to stun The Knight and double her over. The True Athlete tries for another Powerbomb; Victoria goes deadweight and when that fails she repeats her escape technique, but there’s no slipping out of Kayla’s fingers this time. One of the largest women in FAWN is hoisted onto the Canadian’s shoulders and thrown on the ring floor with extreme force.
youtu.be/6EApj1kZfXE?t=20The sound of Hackenschmidt’s spine hitting the pine makes the fans in the audience cringe; they think this might be the night the Intercontinental title changes hands. Kayla keeps her grip on Hackenschmidt’s legs and stacks the champion on her shoulders for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
Hackenschimdt goes rigid and twists out of Kayla’s hands into a heap on the canvas, breathing deep to temper the fire raging from her back and spreading to the tips of her toes and fingers. Kayla slips a boot under The Knight’s body and flips her face up, then repeatedly stamps hard on precise spots on Hackenschmidt’s body. Above the elbow, her forehead, her inner thighs and gut, reducing The Valiant One’s mobility before Kayla jogs to the nearest corner. Kayla grabs the top rope and vaults herself into a perch on the top buckle, she works herself around to face the inside of the ring, switching the first row’s view of her cleavage to Kayla’s still-bethonged backside thrust out to their delight. In her excitement, the Athlete forgot to readjust her ring gear.
Kayla reaches up and pulls out her scrunchie, throwing it into the crowd for the collectors and sellers to fight over. She shakes out her hair in a way that makes hearts flutter and makes her golden mane frame her face wonderfully when she’s done. “Time to make the highlight reel,” Kayla yells. She pumps the steel cables once to build power, then explodes from her perch for the biggest Splash in FAWN history.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S9pnwzbCaMkVictoria is mere moments from going from a woman to a smear. Kayla hits the apex of her jump when the champion’s eyes snap open, and she lurches out of the impact zone! Kayla sees the pain and can only flinch before she belly flops on the ring floor, bounces a foot in the air, then collapses on her side. The True Athlete shows her fortitude by swiftly, if clumsily getting up with fists balled for a fight, only for Victoria to slam into her with desperate force! The Knight's shoulder concaves Kayla's lattice of abs and takes The True Athlete down.
youtu.be/jdqlB5yFJog?t=41Like a thousand times before, Victoria rolls with her tackle and lands on her pert bottom, as pretty as you please. Kayla smacks onto the canvas and tumbles away like she’s been sideswiped by a double-decker bus. She slows to a stop with her butt up and head down, Kayla arms are wrapped tightly around her middle for fear of her insides becoming outsides.
Victoria surges to standing and lifts Kayla to her feet by the back of her ring togs. Most of FAWN's roster would have something clever or threatening to say in the midst of their comeback, but Victoria never understood the appeal of talking trash. The Knight does offer some advice to Kayla as she turns the Athlete around and picks her up in a Fireman's Carry.
"Clench your jaw tight for this part."
Kayla doesn’t have the time to answer back with something flirty or braggadocious, so she just obeys Victoria and clenches her jaw as she’s cast off The Knight’s shoulders. As Kayla descends, Victoria whirls around to build up speed and slugs the challenger on the chin with a Discus Punch!
THE IRON HAND
youtu.be/oMvXgKKLZCY?t=600Kayla rotates in the air 90 degrees and plops on the mat spreadeagle watching canaries pilot Dornier Dos around her head. Hackenschmidt pounces on the vulnerable Kayla and scoops both of the bodybuilder's legs in a tight Backpress cover.
ONE!
TWO!!
Th- Kalya kicks out! Ripping her legs free from Victoria's grasp, Kayla bucks out of the pin onto her side, saving her chance at the title. Victoria glances at the Ref, who raises two fingers in confirmation, the match is still on. Victoria gives a small nod and grunts, then kneewalks over to Kayla's head.
“I really don’t pull out this move often,“ explains Victoria as she lifts Kayla’s head while taking her right wrist. "So take this as a compliment."
The Valiant One raises and crosses her long legs into a four while pressing Kayla's neck against the hard edge of her shin. Victoria quickly cups her fingers behind Kaylal’s head and pulls her into a choking submission that runs a cold shiver down the challenger's back.
GOGOPLATA
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The Iron Hand nearly put Kayla on Dream Street, and now Hackenschmidt's twisted hold has brought The True Athlete back to cold, merciless reality. Kayla's tongue peeks from her mouth and sweat mats her hair to her face as her body goes through a hundred sensations, trying to find air but finding none. Her first instinct is to lean Victoria back for a pin and force The Knight to break the hold, but Victoria keeps a shoulder in the air no matter where or how fast Kayla twists. Her second instinct is to power through and lift Victoria for a Powerbomb, but she only gets the champion two inches in the air when Victoria pulls harder on Kayla’s head and pushes her shin in tighter against the Albertan’s neck; Kayla’s knees turn to pudding, and she sinks back to the mat, energy fading fast and eyes starting to turn glassy. The last coherent thought in Kayla’s mind is to drag themselves to a rope break; as she sags lower Victoria’s grip her left heel weakly thuds against the canvas, the only movement she makes before going still. The official’s seen enough and calls for the bell.
DINGDINGDING!!! "Your winner…. And still Intercontinental Champion, Victoria Hackenschmidt!"
The victorious Victoria disengages the Gogoplata at the bell’s first chime and nudges Kayla face up to palm the defeated challenger’s fluttering chest. There’s a murmur of excitement in the stands, is victoria about to go old school?
No. The ever-polite Knight isn’t copping a feel, she’s just pumping Kayla’s chest to help get her breathing in order. A few boos of disappointment trickle in with the divisive but loud reaction Victoria always gets, but she’s too caught up in the endorphin rush of winning to notice. After getting HER Intercontentinatal title and getting her raised, Victoria walks over to Kayla, who’s just starting to come around. She crouches over the heavier blonde’s face with her hands on her knees, waiting for a spark of clarity in Kayla’s eyes before speaking.
“If you’re still willing, I’ll take that drink.”
