Post by SammieSinclair on Nov 2, 2014 15:03:32 GMT
FAWN’s frequent ‘Tribute to the Troops’ shows were always a welcome distraction to those who were far from home and on deployment. The American Armed Forces had embraced the Federations offer to supply entertainment for the countries fighting men and women, and many of the women on the roster were more than eager to step up and provide it. Some, by the very natures, attended these events, in the open and air and in a ring surrounded by purpose built and temporary stands, more often than most.
Anticipation was high, and the battles that had already been on show had left those watching more than eager to witness the afternoon’s climax, especially since they knew who would be coming out next. So little was known about the Girl Called Liberty, her identity remaining a secret and whereabouts between contests a mystery, and yet rumours would always persist. The one that was murmured most today, amongst grizzled veterans and greenhorns alike was that Liberty, at one point in the not so distant past, had been one of them...
It was a belief that refused to be debunked and truthfully, most of those who spoke it didn’t want it to be...
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All such speculation was ultimately without importance as, within a moment, many of the soldiers present, all of them in question undoubtedly proud Americans, rose to their feet and applauded from that first, triumphantly upbeat note. Lady Liberty emerged out from the barracks that was serving as a temporary locker room and into sight mere moments later, the military personal zeroing in to her immediate location as she smiled without hesitation, blue eyes like sapphire and curls spun from gold. She stood with one foot crossed lightly and slightly in front the other and one hand placed upon her curvy hip as she saluted crisply with the other, the actions repeated across the stands, the young woman surely little older than being the teen and yet carrying herself with absolute assurance. It was an unfaltering confidence that was spell binding and accompanied by a smile that was heart warming.
The welcome that she received was even louder than it would be usually, the flag attired beauty absolutely in the right place to receive the best reception possible, Liberties popularity here a match for anyone else, and her positioning on the evenings Main Event stood revealed as to be a no brainer.
Salute delivered, the Girl of Every State began her journey down the aisle and towards the ring, reaching out and clasping offered hands to deliver a firm shake, pausing at quick intervals to engage in extremely short, yet much welcomed exchanges, the words spoken meant for those who were involved only. So much about her was an enigma, the Girl called Liberty, her true identity a mystery and her accent oddly lacking in any telling dictation and yet, somehow, combining many. She could have come from anywhere within America, and many here today dared to believe that she came from their home town.
About her sublimely athletic frame she wore the colours of her country, the American Flag snugly fitting about her every crowd pleasing curve. The sport’s top was white, the torch of liberty aflame across her bosom, sapphire bikini briefs decorated with a smattering of stars, gloves that reached her elbows a dazzling blue while her boots were a radiant red. She wore the colours of her nation with pride, without the merest hint of irony or cynicism, and it was impossible for the Patriotic FAWNatics in attendance to not love her for it.
Her pace was swift, measured and assured, her bearing steady and breathing controlled, the young woman stepping away from the adoring public and displaying her photogenic properties, the flash photography capturing her every movement as she waved to the applauding crowd and ascended the steel steps. She slipped into the ring between the top and middle ropes, ducking low and popping back up into a short series of practice stretches, nimbly preparing herself as she headed towards her corner, saluting once more before patiently, and politely waiting for the Official to confirm his satisfaction that she had not brought anything illegal with her into the coming contest.
As the wrestling version of ‘Mom, baseball and apple pie’ waits in the ring, “Wildflower” by JaneDear Girls announces the imminent arrival of another Yank, though in this case it’s one who puts her pursuit of happiness at the top of the list.
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“And her opponent...hailing from Tombstone, Arizona, standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 124lbs. Please welcome… BAREBACK BETH JENKINS!”
The Arizona cowgirl appears and the welcome is far from welcoming. The freckled redhead is clad in her trademark attire, Arizona state flag patterned vest—small enough to leave a sliver of midsection bare—blue thong bottoms and matching chaps. Her feet are adorned in a pair of battered old cowboy boots, spurs clicking against the floor as she saunters down the aisle. A coiled lasso is attached to her hip, and sitting atop her head is a cowboy hat with a curved brim.
Ignoring the many army grunts clamouring for her attention, Beth strides directly and determinedly to the squared circle. The redhead drops a little line-dancing into her trip but acts as though those reaching for a shake or high-five are contaminated. Reaching the ring, she walks to the announcer’s table where Beth turns in her spurs and lasso for a microphone. Bareback raises the stick to her rosy lips as she walks to the ring steps and eases her way up.
“There’s only one way to support the troops that I see and that’s to show Lady Liberty as a fraud. She’s a loser, just like that other red-white-and blue tramp Polly Lockwood. Guys, get used to this,” Jenkins clears her throat, “lady, being down on her knees pleading to go home and cower in the corner of her bedroom. Only I’m not going to give her that chance until she’s branded as what she is.”
The crowd jeers loudly and even more so when it’s apparent Beth’s inkjet ‘branding iron’ is placed at ringside for just such an occurrence. She lifts the device and waves it at the Lady.
“You’re mine, you patriotic pussy.”
Beth slips through the ropes and moves to her corner, placing the ‘iron’ behind the buckles, then shaking out her long auburn locks.
“Now’s the time where you retreat for the troops, hun. Or get your ass kicked black and blue, though I can add some red if you like.”
Beth tosses the microphone to a FAWN flunky and settles into a crouch, waiting for the bell.
Lady remained silent throughout Jenkins declaration of war, waiting patiently and, considering the nature of the tirade, shockingly well mannered within her corner, eyes of dazzling blue matching her opponents condescending stare. It was not due to intimidation that she kept her silence, stood with one delightful stem perked slightly upwards at the knee, allowing one red booted tootsie to stand on tip toe in front of the other, but she did so simply as a courtesy. Freedom of speech, after all, was a right, one that the same men and women who were now watching fought and, in the darkest days, died to defend.
Of course, that didn’t mean that she had to like what she had hearing.
Satisfied that the Cowgirl was done, Liberty stepped forwards from her corner, her palms pushing lightly against the ring ropes and she began circling, her steps feather light and assured. She smiled slightly, eagerly, and as her lips parted as though she were about to speak, she instead swept her arms up and clapped. It was loud and exuberant, her palms coming together high above her head and she continued to repeat the motion, the one woman applause quickly being taken up by her supporters. Soon the entire crowd was clapping in rhythm, shouts of encouragement joining in as she rallied the Troops as if she was born to, her smile becoming a dazzling grin.
“Haven’t you heard?” she queried before darting forwards, both young women anticipating the CLANG!! of the starting bell and colliding at centre ring in a collar and elbow tie up, undaunted by the two inches she surrendered in stature to her opponent. “Retreat is not an option!”
"Oh it'll be more than an option," Beth grunts as she works for leverage against the blonde. "But I won't let you take it, bytch." Jenkins twists to the left, capturing Lady Liberty in a tight side headlock. She wrenches her foe's noggin.
"This is what you want representing you?" she shouts to the crowd. Balling her free hand into a fist, Bareback jabs a series of blows into the Lady's forehead, peppering her before attempting to hip toss her to the deck and add a soccer kick to the spine for good measure.
A series a short, sharp ‘erfs’ accompanied each set of knuckles to her angelic features, Lady flinching her whole body following each punch, forcing the young women to blink her pretty peepers. A louder ‘ERK!” was escaping from her bosom as she was then twisted and hupped into the deft hip toss, the crowd sweetheart landing on her own star attired toosh with a painful thud and wincing of her dimpled cheeks.
Beth’s kick, however, as vindictive as it may have been intended, proved to be a swing and miss as her own gorgeous stem struck nothing but air, Lady shaking off the early trauma and forcing herself to scoot about in a delectable little spiral on her firm buttocks. Her entire body spun its way swiftly up to standing and, even as Beth was just registering that she had failed to make contact, Liberty was launching into some offense of her own, the blonde looking to collect, clasp and deliver a retaliatory hip toss of her own!
Off balance from the swing and miss, a startled Beth feels Liberty close to her side, the Lady showing some speed. The blonde locks her left arm with Jenkins' right and the tit for tat is accomplished when the redhead lands on her ass after the toss. Tailbone compressed, the Cowgirl reaches for her cheeks rather than scrambling to her feet like America's sweetheart had moments earlier. She curses as she massages her ass before scooting on her derriere toward the ropes.
Pursuit was clearly an option, but Liberty opted not to take it as Beth thought it best to beat a hasty retreat, searching for cover near the corner turnbuckles. The smallest of coy smiles found its lady’s features as she watched her opponent scoot away, the Star Spangled Warrior taking half a step backwards herself before tilting her head and leaning forwards, palms placed lightly upon her knees as she kept her eyes locked with Beth’s. A moment later her right hand came back up, her fingers motioning as one in the universal invitation to ‘Bring It!’
“On your feet Bethany,” she encouraged, her honeyed tone matched with eagerness, “you’re not going to accomplish anything down there!”
The redhead pushes off her bum, leaning into the buckles to make her way up. Staring baby blue lasers at the blonde phony, Jenkins adjusts her lower togs and gets on her horse, racing at Lady Liberty. Beth screams a war whoop as she charges, clothesline bared to knock the Lady's head off her shoulders. Taking Liberty's words to heart, she meant to accomplish showing the troops what could happen to them if they pissed off their enemy.
Liberty, meanwhile, seemed set on demonstrating a different lesson, namely the consequences of underestimating your own enemy. As Beth charged forwards, the American Dream matched her pace, setting off on a dime and sprinting across the canvas, her elfin chin seemingly on a date with her opponents raised forearm. That is until she deftly ducked beneath it, the blonde not missing a single stride as she avoided the clothesline and continued shooting on by, her own charge taking her to the ring ropes opposite.
At a bewildering pace she hit the coils, turning into them like a pro and allowing them to embrace her frame. A cheer from the audience accompanied the ‘popping’ the rubber coated steel reasserting their tension and spring boarding the crowd favourite back towards centre ring, ready to counter attack once more!
The cheers stopped dead as Beth shocked everybody as her upraised; Big Boot collided flush against the cherub cheek of the Babyfaced Heroine, Lady caught utterly off guard by Jenkins reversal of fortune.
The Cowgirl, following her second ‘swing and miss’, had stopped her own momentum dead and turned sharply, raising one long, dangerously lethal leg up high and growling even as Liberty had been bouncing off the ropes. The sole of her leather boot almost took Lady’s head clean off her shoulders and the All American Girl was ripped right off her feet, crashing to the canvas in a stunned tumbling of limbs, the Soldiers Sweetheart cradling her ringing curls.
Beth takes a lap around the squared circle, pointing over her shoulder at Lady Liberty. "See! See how strong liberty is under the right heel!"
Beth returns to the splattered blonde. She wraps an arm around the head of America’s Sweetheart and yanks the grappler up to her knees, but no farther. Her foe's head tucked tightly into a front facelock, Beth raises her free hand and does a little 'lasso twirl' of a lifted index finger, ready to plant Lady Liberty's skull into the deck like a lawn dart with a kneeling snap DDT!!
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Rattled as she was, it was with bleary peepers that Liberty was able to do little more than groan as the red head womanhandled the splayed blonde into a much more desirable position. Lady resisted, inhaling a deep breath as her survival instinct kicked in, the Star Spangled Grappler feeling her noggin being tucked in tight beneath her new Rivals shoulder. Pushing against the young woman’s hips, a defiant ‘no’ could be heard by no-one else but Jenkins as the beauty within her grasp pushed against one thigh and a hip in an attempt to slip free.
There was no escape however, and no mercy, not as the cowgirl dramatically swung one divine stem upwards, the same used to behead her opponent moments earlier, before throwing herself backwards. The execution of the DDT was flawless and Lady’s golden curled crowd was DRIVEN!! into the waiting canvas with a resounding CRACK!!
The Flag Attired Heroine jerked sharply, tension rippling down her sublime spine until it reached her perky booty as pain receptors instantly began firing. A moment later, she shuddered into a slump, the tip of her right boot twitching as her features had been buried into the plywood. Beth rolled her over onto her back and Liberties eyelids fluttered, a mumble tumbling from her lips as Jenkins collected one of crowd favourites now limp legs, the red head displaying the audacity of going for such an early pin.
ONE!
TW...
“nnnnnNNNNOOOO!!” Lady cried out to the cheers of the FAWNatics, twisting over onto her side as her peepers shone back open and she thrust up not only a smooth shoulder, but also her entire arm as a raised fist, confirming that she had plenty of life left.
The Cowgirl pushes Liberty's shoulders back down only to have the blonde thrust one off almost immediately.
The freckled grappler lands a stiff forearm shot to Lady's jaw and plucks the reeling blonde off the deck, picking her foe up to vertical as she rises. Quickly, Beth draws her left arm across the throat of the patriot and draws her supple frame into a backward arch. Genuflecting, Beth SLAMS the spine of Lady Liberty into bended knee with a stern backbreaker!!
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The wincing Lady spreads out in a softly shifting spread-eagle. Beth passes on another pinning attempt, instead heading for the corner and climbing to the top. There she rises to a stance facing her target. The redhead takes a moment to measure and leaps high, planning on breaking the ribs of fool's favourite or, if not, at least rearranging her gut with a diving double knee drop.
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The pert, flag attired bosom of the Star-Spangled Beauty rose slowly and shallowly as her Rival found her perch, Liberty laid out upon her back and struggling to regain her bearings. Her head rocked gently, Lady raising her right arm up by inches as she moaned her way back to fleeting awareness, hearing the shouts, the warnings of the Grunts watching through a dense fog of repeated head trauma. Beth took flight, and Liberty was a willing target.
That is until she thrust herself sideways, her reserves of will shining through as a cry escaped her lips and she drove herself into a sharp roll! As evasions went, it did not cover a great deal of distance, but under the circumstances, those inches were vital, nothing waiting for Beth now but barely yielding canvas.
Jenkins' eyes widen as she understands in the last split second that this is going to hurt. Her knees THWAM into the empty canvas and the plywood underneath. Bouncing several inches into the air, Beth ends on her side, tucking her body into a ball as she hugs her wounded lower limbs close. Cursing as the camo-attired crowd roars its approval, Jenkins tries to roll out of the ring and deny Lady Liberty an opportunity to take advantage of her ill-fated bombing run.
The Golden Curled Darling was in no immediate position to stop her adversaries escape, not as Lady tucked herself up onto her hands and knees and moaned quietly to herself. With the poise of a feline, Liberty curled her back into an arch and felt the stirrings of relief flooding through her body, a moment or two of recovery proving to be what the doctor ordered, and the chanting of the crowd a much welcome booster to morale.
As Beth crossed the boarders between the canvas and the outside the ring, Lady caught sight of her as she crawled in a small half circle, huffing ever so slightly as the fan favourite reached out with one hand to grasp the bottom rope. With some effort she pulled her way back up to standing, slipping through the coils as she did so and, raising one hand up to the crowd, she both saluted and implored them to not give the game away, Liberty now ready to pursue Beth as she stood tall upon the apron.
They didn’t have to keep the secret long, and not only because the cowgirl had chosen the same moment to begin an about face to look upon her blind side, but because The Girl of Every State didn’t hesitate once she was ready. She almost skipped into the dash, her flag attired frame performing a high wire act upon the thin strip of mat that extended past the wrong side of the ring ropes, boots pitter pattering with confident strides before, much to the delight of those watching, Lady flipped forwards, effortlessly gliding her entire body into a handstand before propelling her amazing frame into a high risk splash!
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Beth's look turns from confused to fearful and amazed as the blonde in red-white-and blue flips toward her. The Arizona Cowgirl manages to get her hands up but the spectacular display of acrobatics and courage knocks Jenkins off her feet on impact. The redhead is flattened to the floor, Lady Liberty squishing a loud, grumpy 'OOOOF' out of Bareback Beth. The troops give Liberty a loud cheer, many also breaking out a salute for their favourite. Dazed, Jenkins pushes a rising Lady away and seats herself against the metal steps, blue eyes glassy.
Flush with victory following the successful connection, Liberties expression was as sweet as apple-pie as she smiled appreciatively towards the audience, the front row of which were now close enough to touch. With the steel guard rail used as a temporary crutch, the Blue Eyed Wonder was up on her feet again in no time, measuring up her Rival even as she received a smattering of supportive slaps across her slender, ivory shoulders.
With a measure of determination, Lady was off at a run again, undaunted by the punishment she had received and diving right back into the fray with a worthy battle shout. With a whooping of the crowd joining in, she zeroed in on Jenkins and, two paces away, she leapt, the sole of one boot connecting with the apron and, using that as a launch pad instead of more conventionally using her opponents knee, Liberty hurled her astonishing physique into a Shining Wizard against a standing opponent!
Still suffering from the previous strafing run from Liberty, a still somewhat dazzled Jenkins seems oblivious to the approaching Lady. Forgoing the usual necessity of stepping up on a knee to smeck her Wizard against Bareback's temple, the high wire act of using the apron affords the blonde the opportunity to REALLY send a full-forced boot to the side of Beth's noggin.
The patriot does just that.
The one-time lightweight champion is nailed. She whiplashes away from the impact and is sent tumbling over the ringsteps, landing awkwardly on the other side. Sprawled and mumbling gibberish, the Cowgirl pushes up to all fours but quickly falls flat to the floor, unable to maintain the strength even to remain on hands and knees.
In reflection, the Girl Called Liberty was the picture of resurgence as she returned to earth, her landing resulting into a deft, fluid and well practiced tuck and roll, golden curls dancing across the young woman’s cheeks as she popped up into an assertive crouch. She was back onto her feet again in no time, looking better by the moment as if she was somehow spiritually emboldened by her surroundings, the smile on her lips bright as she breathed in deeply and saluted crisply.
The moment lingered as the crowd reciprocated her buoyed demeanour, Lady spiralling on the spot with a swishing of her mane, the Star Spangled Warrior soon closing in on her opposition. She collected her opponent and, civically minded as she was; Lady helped the red head back up to standing, largely via a solid grip about the other young women’s head and, with a forceful turn, lifted, pushed and rolled Beth back into the ring.
The blonde quickly followed, using the ropes to pull herself back up onto the apron and, as she grasped the top coil, she spared a few words for her star fished opponent. “I was polite enough to remain silent as you said your piece before,” Liberty reasoned with absolute sincerity, “now please return me the same courtesy”
Clearly, however, Lady was a student of the belief that actions spoke louder than words, and without another utterance she popped her knees, tensed her thighs and then leapt her frame up and over the top rope, tucking herself into a dive that would lead into another splash, one aiming to collide one firm tummy with another!
The pale, inviting midriff of the Cowgirl seems the perfect target for Lady Liberty to continue her journey toward victory. The perky blonde catapults her body over the cables and heads for her target. But as she spreads out her 'splashing abs" to crush the Cowgirl underneath, Beth pulls her knees up into a tight ball. With the joints pointed upward, Bareback impales her Ladyship with a brutal counter!!
Liberty rolls off the splash gone wrong and ends in a position very similar to that of her foe. But while Lady Liberty coughs in breaths, hugging her belly, Jenkins uncoils from her ball looking relieved and ready for payback. The freckled redhead rolls to her knees and surveys the carnage. She pushes to her feet and gives the downed blonde a swift kick in the ribs, much to the displeasure of the troops.
"Know you rank and shut you mouths!" Beth shouts at the grunts lining the ring.
As Jenkins browbeats the soldiers, a stubborn Lady Liberty starts to rise and the movement catches Beth's attention. She moves toward the blonde and, when Liberty turns toward her, Bareback loads up a discus clothesline to remove the blonde's head from her shoulders.
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Unlike the first attempt to weaponise her forearm, this time Beth connects and then some, slamming her limb home and forcing a loud “GUFF!” from Liberties divine body. The American Dream was all but beheaded, the fierce momentum of the impact all by flattening the crowd sweetheart and driving her to the deck. Lady GRUNTED! with a moan as she shoulders slapped down hard against the canvas, the forceful landing jack knifing the length of her splayed out frame and the smaller Lightweights stems jerked and shot upwards. She finally came to rest in a curled up ball, the toes of her boots tapping the matt beside her own curls as she remained there, tucked up into a ball, star spangled buttocks perked upwards towards the watching heavens.
Beth pries open the turtled blonde, pushing Liberty onto her belly in the process. As she does, Bareback captures the near leg of the lightly tanned blonde. Rolling up Liberty's body, she draws the blonde's limb with her around her back and, by the time the redhead rolls up to one knee, Jenkins has her Buckle Bunny Twist in place.
"Show these troops how to surrender," Beth shouts at the trapped Lady. Beth wrenches the lower limb all the more. "I said GIVE UP."
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Liberty cried out, however much she didn’t want to, her efforts to remain silent resulting in little more than painful failure, her perky, lower lip set to quivering every time she tried. The pain was simply excruciating, the former Lightweight Champion torturing her rivals already punished back and knee with increasingly sharper angles, a fresh pitch accompanying every new, agonising inch of pressure. But Lady did not submit, the Babyface Heroine suffering as she clenched her fists, closing her bright, blue eyes tightly as she pushed her cherub cheek down hard against the canvas. Perhaps it was her surroundings, but she refused to give words to a surrender, shaking her head slowly before forcing her hands open. Slowly...agonisingly slowly...the Soldiers Sweetheart began dragging her way towards the ring ropes and salvation...
In increasing disbelief, Beth tries to keep Liberty grounded, but after nearly half a minute of agonizing effort, the Lady wraps a palm around the bottom rope and the official calls for Bareback to release. It takes a full 'FOUR', but the freckled Cowgirl does.
She backs off a few steps and watches as a wincing Lady Liberty reaches hands and knees. When she does, Beth sinks her nails into the patriot's golden locks and leads her several feet from the safety of the ropes. Mounting the blonde in a front-facing straddle of her foe's back, Jenkins clamps down with a body scissors around Liberty's midriff to stay in her 'saddle'. She then turns slightly to get access to Liberty's crotch with her right hand. Curling her digits into a claw, she reaches for the sensitive undercarriage of the favourite daughter, planning on sinking the talons in and starting her signature 'Eight Second Ride' pony-ride crotch claw!
The steely tensing of Beth’s firm thighs about Lady’s slim tummy was itself enough to bring a fresh flush of pain to the already suffering young woman’s darling, dimple cheeks. Liberty tensed; her body rigid as Jenkins locked in the body scissors and applied will sapping pressure, the pale pink lips of the All-American Girl circling into an pained “O” as she GASPED a long mooooooan, her almost bare shoulders shivering.
A mewl and a sharp JERK! was the immediate answer to the devious Jenkins both slapping and clamping on the vindictive claw about one of America’s most sacred, and unsullied regions. Lady’s lower lip was back to quivering as she struggled to adjust, her spine curling downwards as her even her spirit began buckling, her gasps loud as Beth WRENCHED the claw deeper in order to spur her defiant pony into performing the desired action.
Liberty shot forwards, scooting across the canvas upon her hands and knees as Beth domineeringly rode her, and the FAWNatics let Jenkins hear their displeasure concerning her humiliating antics. It didn’t take long, however, for near everyone present both outside and indeed inside the ring to recognise her target, the Star Spangled Grappler unsurprisingly heading towards the salvation of the ring ropes, reaching out to grasp the middle coil and demand a release...
Only she didn’t stop!! Like a bad bronco, America’s Sweetheart ducked her head down and put on a burst of speed, determined to barrel not only herself, but also her ride through the ropes and into the ‘chasm’ that waited just on the other side of the apron...
Enjoying breaking her filly beneath her and smirking at the jeers of the troops unhappy with her tactics, Beth hardly notices her 'pony' picking up speed. Neither does she concentrate on the direction of her flaxen-haired steed, so determined is she in squeeeezing Lady Liberty's flower. But when blonde and redhead reach the cables at a gallop, both are sent tumbling through. Beth falls off her mount in the process and the women drop separately to the floor below, each landing in meaty 'thwaks' on the thinly padded cement.
Even as the instigator of the crash landing, Lady’s own collision with the flooring was far from pleasant, the relief she felt from being released from the submission outmatched by the increased beating her athletic frame was now taking. The Flag Attired Heroine groooooaned as she rolled gradually over onto her shoulder and then her firm tummy, shivering as her smooth, sweat slick skin tickled the cold concrete. With a deep sigh she pushed herself back up onto her palms, thankfully without a rider and, with a determined grunt, shoved upwards onto her knees.
Almost immediately, as she blinked opened her pained, pretty peepers, she locked eyes with Jenkins, the other young woman likewise returning to vertical and, perilously close, was almost right in front of her. With a renewed shout Lady reacted, the Star-Spangled Beauty attacking with a fierce and firm, European Uppercut of the All-American variety!
Beth already has a right fist balled to send in an overhand direction at the blonde's chin, adept as she is with bar room brawls in Tombstone, but Lady Liberty's uppercut finds a home first. The freckled Cowgirl is rocked by the forearm. She windmills her arms to keep upright and manages but is only rewarded by another uppercut craacking under her chin. This one drops Jenkins onto her butt cheeks. A dazed Beth, blue eyes glassy, stares blankly at Lady Liberty, the troops raising a ruckus after this turn of events.
For a few, brief moments it looks as though the Golden Curled Darling might fall also, still recovering and rubbery kneed, eyelids fluttering after the forceful flurry, almost swooning before she regained her balance. Shaking her head, Lady pinched the bridge of her nose between thumb and forefinger and steadied her resolve, her full attention finding its way back to Jenkins.
“Now,” she questioned wearily, as if the last few minutes of interruption hadn’t happened, Liberty reaching forwards and cupping her opponent by her chin and the back her auburn mane. “Where were we?” With a tug the smaller blonde brought the taller red head up to standing, exchanging her grip for a headlock, tucking her rivals noggin beneath her shoulder before slinging Beth’s free arm across her own. Bracing herself, Liberty pooled her reserves and prepared to display some rarely witnessed power, the Suplex she was to be attempting itself a feint...a Neckbreaker what was really waiting at the end of it...
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Lady Liberty sends Bareback Beth up and over with surprising ease, the redhead too stunned to deny her foe with a counter. For a split-second Jenkins may have been relieved not to have her spine hit the cement with the perceived suplex. But when the Cowgirl's boots hit the floor with her neck still in the blonde's possession and strapped tightly to the Liberty's shoulder that moment of thankfulness is quickly erased. Lady Liberty lays out and sends Beth crashing to the floor with the nasty Neckbreaker. The impact sends the redhead to a seated position for a moment, but she soon faints back to the cement.
Lady’s posture was the mirror opposite as she curled back up to sitting, the Girl of Every State groaning with relief that was quickly replaced by determination. She peeked her pretty peepers over the back of one, ivory smooth, temptingly bare shoulder and spied her opponent, blinking before she pushed back up to standing. Something vital clicked back into place and it was if she only now realised that they were back outside the ring, the young woman quickly deciding that it was the wrong place to continue with proceedings.
Vertical once more, Liberty collected the puddled Jenkins and lead her back to ringside, directing her back towards and then onto the apron with a helpful tuck and roll. The Official had abandoned his ten count, seemingly certain that Lady was not about to abuse her surroundings, and his confidence in the Blue Eyed Wonders straight arrow nature was rewarded as the blonde soon followed the red head she had deposited.
By the time Lady had stepped and ducked between the ring ropes, the battered Beth was dragging herself back up to a fighting posture as well, the Former Lightweight Champion as resilient as any. Wanting to keep her darling noggin connected to her delectable shoulders this time, Liberty didn’t grant her opponent chance to recuperate, advancing, capturing and dragging the dazed Jenkins into a firm, front headlock.
With her rival secured, Lady “HUFFED!!” and Beth “GRUNTED!!” as a red, white and blue stem from the crowd favourite jack knifed upwards and DRILLED Beth’s trim, firm tummy with not one, but TWO fierce knee lifts! The forceful impacts rocked a winded cowgirl up onto the tip toes of her own boots and, for a few vital seconds, kept her docile.
Lady began to backpedal, the soldiers of all ranks cheering as the Star Spangled Warrior assumed the ascendency, a weak kneed Beth dragged along with her as Liberty retained the headlock. The moment the turnbuckles of one corner tickled between her shoulders, the blonde halted, nodding before stepping up one ring rope and then the second, quickly finding her desirable toosh sitting securely upon the highest cushion. The American Dream flexed her bicep, indulged in a rare luxury by saluting crisply with her free hand, before propelling herself free from her perch to deliver a high risk, Victory Parade DDT!
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The blonde UltraYank rises and leaps off her perch. As she floats toward the middle of the ring, spinning in an airborne 180, Lady Liberty rips Beth around in a more violent u-turn of her own. And while Liberty lays out on her back, absorbing something of a shock when she hits the canvas, The Lady SPIKES Jenkins' skull into the thinly-sheathed plywood. The freckled Cowgirl flops over in a forward flip and slides to a stop. For a moment, she's in a seated position, the look in her glazed blue eyes showing how hard she'd been stuck by the Parade. Gravity finally has its way with Bareback as she timbers to horizontal, reclining in a motionless starfish.
Liberty followed through, a short little tuck and turn taking the Babyfaced Heroine from laying across her back to slipping over the top of the shell shocked Jenkins. Blonde pressed down upon red head, Lady collecting one chap encased stem and rolled her new rival up into a neat pinfall. The Officials was on hand, the Grunts in the audience assisting him with his count.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE....
The hundreds of supporters watching may have reached that vital number, but the man in black and white had not, Beth thrusting up a shoulder at the last moment and denying Lady her victory.
The FAWNatics protested, Liberty did not, a moment’s hesitation not even crossing her golden curled mind as she instead used the very same momentum provided by her opponents buck to pop her way back up to standing. As Jenkins threw up her arm in defiance, Liberty collected it thankfully; pulling on the limb and tugging a gasping Cowgirl back up to vertical. A fluid twist and pivot followed, the soles of the All-American Girl dancing a spiral on the canvas, and the tug became an Irish Whip with Jenkins being launched towards the ropes.
Lady immediately took off for the opposite strands, throwing her wonderfully athletic frame into the waiting coils at the same time Beth collided with hers, and both young women were propelled into a rapid sprint back towards centre ring. Liberty ducked and launched at the last moment, diving straight into a Spear!!
Always ready for her fights to be as much a brawl as a wrestling match, Beth is straightforward in her approach and so, as she hits the cables and roars back at the sprinting Lady Liberty, Jenkins might have been thinking much the same as the charging Liberty. But the DDT she'd suffered puts her thought process a couple ticks behind the advancing blonde.
When the blonde ducks her head and shoulders, Beth has little time to do more than widen her baby blues and squeak out a 'no' before the Lady DRIVES a shoulder deep into her gut. Nearly torn in two by the tackle, Bareback's body folds around the patriotic assault of Lady Liberty and the blonde takes her foe down to the canvas, Beth PLANTED there in spectacular fashion, the troops letting out a reflexive groan when Lady Liberty spears the holy heck out of the redhead.
It seemed obvious to everyone that there was a fresh pinfall attempt there for the taking, even the Official was down on knee and poised to begin his fresh three count, but Liberty proved to be the exception. The Star Spangled Grappler cupped the back of the Cowgirls ringing noggin and, not entirely unkindly, hooked the groaning, growling, and freckled fighter back up onto her feet.
Forever a Lady, the Flag Attired Heroine clearly didn’t intend for Beth to try and stand on her own two feet when her knees were so clearly wobbly, the blonde moving to stand all snug beside the taller red head and sling her opponents arm across her slender, supportive shoulders. Supporting the other young women’s hips with her free hand, Liberty looked all the world as though she were about to help an old friend home.
The truth, of course, was not anything of the sort; Lady telegraphing her intent as she quickly leaned forwards and, with her left hand, cupped the back of Beth’s perfectly firm thigh. With a war cry, Liberty prepared to lift and execute the Stars and Stripes, the Finisher that her not only elevated her to the Big Leagues, but also served to keep her there!!
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But before Liberty can give the troops what they're so looking forward to, Beth grapevines her right leg around the left of the Lady. The heroine tries to lift her foe despite the blocking defence and is unable. That doesn't stop the blonde from trying again...and failing.
The third never happens as Beth sends a right elbow smacking into Lady Liberty's jaw. The staggered fan favourite keeps her grip through one, but not two of the blows. Still wobbly, the Cowgirl manages to turn and face her rival. Trying to take advantage of Liberty's momentary confusion, Beth delivers a toe kick to the Lady's tummy, doubling her over. Jenkins grabs Liberty's stooped head and pulls it tight, preparing to swing the blonde to the side and hit a Neckbreaker and show the camouflaged morons they're cheering for the wrong girl.
The deft, savage turn and twist of two, nubile young bodies all but ripped the dazed, America’s Sweetheart inside out, twirling her into a spin that spun her off her feet and ended with a dull “GRUNT!” as the dizzying spiral concluded in a painful CRACK at the top of Liberties spine. With a hard jerk and pained moan, Lady flopped over onto her side, cradling the top of her neck with both palms as the rest of her juddered with shocked spasms.
Bareback Beth lies next to the splayed Lady for long seconds, enough the official starts his count on both women. But slowly, Beth pushes wearily to her feet, grabbing Lady Liberty by her golden locks and dragging her up as she goes. The Cowgirl delivers one, two, THREE jaw-jacking forearms to loosen her foe up then drags her toward a corner.
Slipping behind Lady Liberty, Beth climbs to the middle ropes. She moves a pointed knee behind the braincase of the blonde and shouts at the soldiers. "This bytch is being demoted!" The redhead gets her balance together and readies a launch out from the corner, planning on riding Lady Liberty to the deck to crush her face into the canvas with her Calf Branding!
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Her eyes were open, but the pretty peepers of the Flag-Attired Heroine were now vacant, her senses rattled by the stiff forearms to her forehead and her gloved hands hung idly by her lightly tanned thighs. While Beth began taunting, Lady’s right arm lifted slowly, the young women blinking as she started to come to...
Too late, Beth launching from her pad and using both momentum and weight to drive her Rival front forwards towards the deck. The THUD!! of the Star Spangled Beauties unfortunate features being DRILLED into the canvas was loud enough to drown out her grunt of pain, the knee being NAILED into the back of her braincase adding the exclamation point to the fierce impact. A fresh ripple of spasms ran down the spine of the suffering young woman, her stems bucking sharply upwards at the knees before flopping back down onto the matt, the crowd sweetheart groaning as she still struggled to keep her limbs moving.
This time it's Beth who passes on a pinning attempt. Ignoring the boobirds, the Arizona Cowgirl hauls Lady Liberty to her feet, not an easy task in the Lady's state. With Liberty wobbling in front of her, Beth delivers a knee lift to the belly to double her foe over. She draws Lady Liberty's lowered head between her thighs and clamps down with a standing head scissors. A smirking Beth collects each arm of the blonde with underhooks.
"Her new rank is latrine cleaner!" Beth bellows, ready to deliver her signature Bareback DDT to the trapped Liberty.
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As if taking exception to Jenkins ridicule, Lady dug deep and, with an unexpected clenching of her fists, the Golden Curled Darling flexed her biceps and, with a shout, tugged her arms down and ripped them free of the restrictive underhooks. With Beth’s eyes opened wide in surprise, Liberty tucked her hands behind the thighs of her opponent and bent her knees, a deep breath and a roar of approval from the crowd accompanying her effort, the blonde attempted to lift and straighten out, determined to flip the red head up and over the top in a Back Body Drop.
Shaking her head in disbelief as her boots lose contact with the canvas, her long auburn locks flung from side to side, the ginger Jenkins is sent both up AND over. Beth flips over the back of the patriotic and clearly adrenaline-filled Lady Liberty. She tumbles through her airborne turn, landing hard and heavy on her spine. The freckled Cowgirl groans in pain, her back arching from the force of the impact, hand reaching for the base of her spinal column.
The camo-covered crowd lets out a war whoop at the turn of events, but could Lady press the advantage from her clever counter?
Liberty answered immediately, but not in the manner the FAWNatics wanted as she dropped heavily earthwards, landing wearily upon her padded knees. She slumped, the Girl of Every State the picture of fatigue, golden curls obscuring her tired features as it seemed her defiant surge had indeed proven to be her last.
The Official looked between both of the deflated girls and raised his hands to begin counting, he hesitated only because Beth Jenkins had it in her to start rising. With a scowl upon her lips she outpacing her blonde rival, the two young women competing in a race that only one looked like winning, Liberty finding the sole of one boot seemingly too late as Jenkins found both hers.
That is until Lady surged, pushing upwards onto the very tippiest of her toes as she almost LAUNCHED her body upwards, angling her forearm to smash into the jaw of her opponent with the fiercest, European Uppercut she had ever delivered in her career!
Caught under the chin with the force of a Patriot Missile, the already unsteady Bareback Beth is sent off her feet. The uppercut lifts the redhead into the air, her arms pin wheeling against the force of the impact with motion making little effect. Instead, Liberty's rocket leaves Beth amidst the red glare, Jenkins' auburn locks fanning out above her as she lands in a motionless spread-eagle, blue eyes half-lidded, the brawler cold cocked and horizontal.
Liberty was on her knees once more, falling heavily with an embattled sigh only this time it was with purpose, the new addition to her arsenal sending Jenkins senses reeling all the way back to the states. Lady flopped over Beth and, this time, collected both of her opponent’s incredible stems beneath one arm and tucked the freckled brawler into the tightest ball possible, the Official not missing a beat as he dropped down onto the canvas.
ONE!
TWO!!
Beth might have tried to kick out if she hadn't been knocked into the middle of next week by the 'Missile'. It had come from out of nowhere and sent Beth's consciousness to the same location. With the freckled Cowgirl on Dream Street...the 'THREEEE!' shouted out by the crowd of warriors passes Jenkins by without a single twitch from her ivory frame, Beth blown to bits by Lady Liberty's new weapon.
With the grunts going crazy, showering the Lady with love, the blonde patriot hops to her feet, placing a boot atop the chest of the snoozing Bareback. Lady Liberty raises an index finger high as the PA makes things plain.
“Your winner…by pinfall…LADY LIBERTY”
The ‘U-S-A’ chants erupt, growing stronger by the second until they sound like the roar of a jet engine. And, in the middle of the ring, Lady Liberty celebrates in victory with the troops offering the perfect tribute to the country’s defenders by overcoming a determined underhanded foe.
Anticipation was high, and the battles that had already been on show had left those watching more than eager to witness the afternoon’s climax, especially since they knew who would be coming out next. So little was known about the Girl Called Liberty, her identity remaining a secret and whereabouts between contests a mystery, and yet rumours would always persist. The one that was murmured most today, amongst grizzled veterans and greenhorns alike was that Liberty, at one point in the not so distant past, had been one of them...
It was a belief that refused to be debunked and truthfully, most of those who spoke it didn’t want it to be...
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All such speculation was ultimately without importance as, within a moment, many of the soldiers present, all of them in question undoubtedly proud Americans, rose to their feet and applauded from that first, triumphantly upbeat note. Lady Liberty emerged out from the barracks that was serving as a temporary locker room and into sight mere moments later, the military personal zeroing in to her immediate location as she smiled without hesitation, blue eyes like sapphire and curls spun from gold. She stood with one foot crossed lightly and slightly in front the other and one hand placed upon her curvy hip as she saluted crisply with the other, the actions repeated across the stands, the young woman surely little older than being the teen and yet carrying herself with absolute assurance. It was an unfaltering confidence that was spell binding and accompanied by a smile that was heart warming.
The welcome that she received was even louder than it would be usually, the flag attired beauty absolutely in the right place to receive the best reception possible, Liberties popularity here a match for anyone else, and her positioning on the evenings Main Event stood revealed as to be a no brainer.
Salute delivered, the Girl of Every State began her journey down the aisle and towards the ring, reaching out and clasping offered hands to deliver a firm shake, pausing at quick intervals to engage in extremely short, yet much welcomed exchanges, the words spoken meant for those who were involved only. So much about her was an enigma, the Girl called Liberty, her true identity a mystery and her accent oddly lacking in any telling dictation and yet, somehow, combining many. She could have come from anywhere within America, and many here today dared to believe that she came from their home town.
About her sublimely athletic frame she wore the colours of her country, the American Flag snugly fitting about her every crowd pleasing curve. The sport’s top was white, the torch of liberty aflame across her bosom, sapphire bikini briefs decorated with a smattering of stars, gloves that reached her elbows a dazzling blue while her boots were a radiant red. She wore the colours of her nation with pride, without the merest hint of irony or cynicism, and it was impossible for the Patriotic FAWNatics in attendance to not love her for it.
Her pace was swift, measured and assured, her bearing steady and breathing controlled, the young woman stepping away from the adoring public and displaying her photogenic properties, the flash photography capturing her every movement as she waved to the applauding crowd and ascended the steel steps. She slipped into the ring between the top and middle ropes, ducking low and popping back up into a short series of practice stretches, nimbly preparing herself as she headed towards her corner, saluting once more before patiently, and politely waiting for the Official to confirm his satisfaction that she had not brought anything illegal with her into the coming contest.
As the wrestling version of ‘Mom, baseball and apple pie’ waits in the ring, “Wildflower” by JaneDear Girls announces the imminent arrival of another Yank, though in this case it’s one who puts her pursuit of happiness at the top of the list.
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“And her opponent...hailing from Tombstone, Arizona, standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 124lbs. Please welcome… BAREBACK BETH JENKINS!”
The Arizona cowgirl appears and the welcome is far from welcoming. The freckled redhead is clad in her trademark attire, Arizona state flag patterned vest—small enough to leave a sliver of midsection bare—blue thong bottoms and matching chaps. Her feet are adorned in a pair of battered old cowboy boots, spurs clicking against the floor as she saunters down the aisle. A coiled lasso is attached to her hip, and sitting atop her head is a cowboy hat with a curved brim.
Ignoring the many army grunts clamouring for her attention, Beth strides directly and determinedly to the squared circle. The redhead drops a little line-dancing into her trip but acts as though those reaching for a shake or high-five are contaminated. Reaching the ring, she walks to the announcer’s table where Beth turns in her spurs and lasso for a microphone. Bareback raises the stick to her rosy lips as she walks to the ring steps and eases her way up.
“There’s only one way to support the troops that I see and that’s to show Lady Liberty as a fraud. She’s a loser, just like that other red-white-and blue tramp Polly Lockwood. Guys, get used to this,” Jenkins clears her throat, “lady, being down on her knees pleading to go home and cower in the corner of her bedroom. Only I’m not going to give her that chance until she’s branded as what she is.”
The crowd jeers loudly and even more so when it’s apparent Beth’s inkjet ‘branding iron’ is placed at ringside for just such an occurrence. She lifts the device and waves it at the Lady.
“You’re mine, you patriotic pussy.”
Beth slips through the ropes and moves to her corner, placing the ‘iron’ behind the buckles, then shaking out her long auburn locks.
“Now’s the time where you retreat for the troops, hun. Or get your ass kicked black and blue, though I can add some red if you like.”
Beth tosses the microphone to a FAWN flunky and settles into a crouch, waiting for the bell.
Lady remained silent throughout Jenkins declaration of war, waiting patiently and, considering the nature of the tirade, shockingly well mannered within her corner, eyes of dazzling blue matching her opponents condescending stare. It was not due to intimidation that she kept her silence, stood with one delightful stem perked slightly upwards at the knee, allowing one red booted tootsie to stand on tip toe in front of the other, but she did so simply as a courtesy. Freedom of speech, after all, was a right, one that the same men and women who were now watching fought and, in the darkest days, died to defend.
Of course, that didn’t mean that she had to like what she had hearing.
Satisfied that the Cowgirl was done, Liberty stepped forwards from her corner, her palms pushing lightly against the ring ropes and she began circling, her steps feather light and assured. She smiled slightly, eagerly, and as her lips parted as though she were about to speak, she instead swept her arms up and clapped. It was loud and exuberant, her palms coming together high above her head and she continued to repeat the motion, the one woman applause quickly being taken up by her supporters. Soon the entire crowd was clapping in rhythm, shouts of encouragement joining in as she rallied the Troops as if she was born to, her smile becoming a dazzling grin.
“Haven’t you heard?” she queried before darting forwards, both young women anticipating the CLANG!! of the starting bell and colliding at centre ring in a collar and elbow tie up, undaunted by the two inches she surrendered in stature to her opponent. “Retreat is not an option!”
"Oh it'll be more than an option," Beth grunts as she works for leverage against the blonde. "But I won't let you take it, bytch." Jenkins twists to the left, capturing Lady Liberty in a tight side headlock. She wrenches her foe's noggin.
"This is what you want representing you?" she shouts to the crowd. Balling her free hand into a fist, Bareback jabs a series of blows into the Lady's forehead, peppering her before attempting to hip toss her to the deck and add a soccer kick to the spine for good measure.
A series a short, sharp ‘erfs’ accompanied each set of knuckles to her angelic features, Lady flinching her whole body following each punch, forcing the young women to blink her pretty peepers. A louder ‘ERK!” was escaping from her bosom as she was then twisted and hupped into the deft hip toss, the crowd sweetheart landing on her own star attired toosh with a painful thud and wincing of her dimpled cheeks.
Beth’s kick, however, as vindictive as it may have been intended, proved to be a swing and miss as her own gorgeous stem struck nothing but air, Lady shaking off the early trauma and forcing herself to scoot about in a delectable little spiral on her firm buttocks. Her entire body spun its way swiftly up to standing and, even as Beth was just registering that she had failed to make contact, Liberty was launching into some offense of her own, the blonde looking to collect, clasp and deliver a retaliatory hip toss of her own!
Off balance from the swing and miss, a startled Beth feels Liberty close to her side, the Lady showing some speed. The blonde locks her left arm with Jenkins' right and the tit for tat is accomplished when the redhead lands on her ass after the toss. Tailbone compressed, the Cowgirl reaches for her cheeks rather than scrambling to her feet like America's sweetheart had moments earlier. She curses as she massages her ass before scooting on her derriere toward the ropes.
Pursuit was clearly an option, but Liberty opted not to take it as Beth thought it best to beat a hasty retreat, searching for cover near the corner turnbuckles. The smallest of coy smiles found its lady’s features as she watched her opponent scoot away, the Star Spangled Warrior taking half a step backwards herself before tilting her head and leaning forwards, palms placed lightly upon her knees as she kept her eyes locked with Beth’s. A moment later her right hand came back up, her fingers motioning as one in the universal invitation to ‘Bring It!’
“On your feet Bethany,” she encouraged, her honeyed tone matched with eagerness, “you’re not going to accomplish anything down there!”
The redhead pushes off her bum, leaning into the buckles to make her way up. Staring baby blue lasers at the blonde phony, Jenkins adjusts her lower togs and gets on her horse, racing at Lady Liberty. Beth screams a war whoop as she charges, clothesline bared to knock the Lady's head off her shoulders. Taking Liberty's words to heart, she meant to accomplish showing the troops what could happen to them if they pissed off their enemy.
Liberty, meanwhile, seemed set on demonstrating a different lesson, namely the consequences of underestimating your own enemy. As Beth charged forwards, the American Dream matched her pace, setting off on a dime and sprinting across the canvas, her elfin chin seemingly on a date with her opponents raised forearm. That is until she deftly ducked beneath it, the blonde not missing a single stride as she avoided the clothesline and continued shooting on by, her own charge taking her to the ring ropes opposite.
At a bewildering pace she hit the coils, turning into them like a pro and allowing them to embrace her frame. A cheer from the audience accompanied the ‘popping’ the rubber coated steel reasserting their tension and spring boarding the crowd favourite back towards centre ring, ready to counter attack once more!
The cheers stopped dead as Beth shocked everybody as her upraised; Big Boot collided flush against the cherub cheek of the Babyfaced Heroine, Lady caught utterly off guard by Jenkins reversal of fortune.
The Cowgirl, following her second ‘swing and miss’, had stopped her own momentum dead and turned sharply, raising one long, dangerously lethal leg up high and growling even as Liberty had been bouncing off the ropes. The sole of her leather boot almost took Lady’s head clean off her shoulders and the All American Girl was ripped right off her feet, crashing to the canvas in a stunned tumbling of limbs, the Soldiers Sweetheart cradling her ringing curls.
Beth takes a lap around the squared circle, pointing over her shoulder at Lady Liberty. "See! See how strong liberty is under the right heel!"
Beth returns to the splattered blonde. She wraps an arm around the head of America’s Sweetheart and yanks the grappler up to her knees, but no farther. Her foe's head tucked tightly into a front facelock, Beth raises her free hand and does a little 'lasso twirl' of a lifted index finger, ready to plant Lady Liberty's skull into the deck like a lawn dart with a kneeling snap DDT!!
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Rattled as she was, it was with bleary peepers that Liberty was able to do little more than groan as the red head womanhandled the splayed blonde into a much more desirable position. Lady resisted, inhaling a deep breath as her survival instinct kicked in, the Star Spangled Grappler feeling her noggin being tucked in tight beneath her new Rivals shoulder. Pushing against the young woman’s hips, a defiant ‘no’ could be heard by no-one else but Jenkins as the beauty within her grasp pushed against one thigh and a hip in an attempt to slip free.
There was no escape however, and no mercy, not as the cowgirl dramatically swung one divine stem upwards, the same used to behead her opponent moments earlier, before throwing herself backwards. The execution of the DDT was flawless and Lady’s golden curled crowd was DRIVEN!! into the waiting canvas with a resounding CRACK!!
The Flag Attired Heroine jerked sharply, tension rippling down her sublime spine until it reached her perky booty as pain receptors instantly began firing. A moment later, she shuddered into a slump, the tip of her right boot twitching as her features had been buried into the plywood. Beth rolled her over onto her back and Liberties eyelids fluttered, a mumble tumbling from her lips as Jenkins collected one of crowd favourites now limp legs, the red head displaying the audacity of going for such an early pin.
ONE!
TW...
“nnnnnNNNNOOOO!!” Lady cried out to the cheers of the FAWNatics, twisting over onto her side as her peepers shone back open and she thrust up not only a smooth shoulder, but also her entire arm as a raised fist, confirming that she had plenty of life left.
The Cowgirl pushes Liberty's shoulders back down only to have the blonde thrust one off almost immediately.
The freckled grappler lands a stiff forearm shot to Lady's jaw and plucks the reeling blonde off the deck, picking her foe up to vertical as she rises. Quickly, Beth draws her left arm across the throat of the patriot and draws her supple frame into a backward arch. Genuflecting, Beth SLAMS the spine of Lady Liberty into bended knee with a stern backbreaker!!
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The wincing Lady spreads out in a softly shifting spread-eagle. Beth passes on another pinning attempt, instead heading for the corner and climbing to the top. There she rises to a stance facing her target. The redhead takes a moment to measure and leaps high, planning on breaking the ribs of fool's favourite or, if not, at least rearranging her gut with a diving double knee drop.
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The pert, flag attired bosom of the Star-Spangled Beauty rose slowly and shallowly as her Rival found her perch, Liberty laid out upon her back and struggling to regain her bearings. Her head rocked gently, Lady raising her right arm up by inches as she moaned her way back to fleeting awareness, hearing the shouts, the warnings of the Grunts watching through a dense fog of repeated head trauma. Beth took flight, and Liberty was a willing target.
That is until she thrust herself sideways, her reserves of will shining through as a cry escaped her lips and she drove herself into a sharp roll! As evasions went, it did not cover a great deal of distance, but under the circumstances, those inches were vital, nothing waiting for Beth now but barely yielding canvas.
Jenkins' eyes widen as she understands in the last split second that this is going to hurt. Her knees THWAM into the empty canvas and the plywood underneath. Bouncing several inches into the air, Beth ends on her side, tucking her body into a ball as she hugs her wounded lower limbs close. Cursing as the camo-attired crowd roars its approval, Jenkins tries to roll out of the ring and deny Lady Liberty an opportunity to take advantage of her ill-fated bombing run.
The Golden Curled Darling was in no immediate position to stop her adversaries escape, not as Lady tucked herself up onto her hands and knees and moaned quietly to herself. With the poise of a feline, Liberty curled her back into an arch and felt the stirrings of relief flooding through her body, a moment or two of recovery proving to be what the doctor ordered, and the chanting of the crowd a much welcome booster to morale.
As Beth crossed the boarders between the canvas and the outside the ring, Lady caught sight of her as she crawled in a small half circle, huffing ever so slightly as the fan favourite reached out with one hand to grasp the bottom rope. With some effort she pulled her way back up to standing, slipping through the coils as she did so and, raising one hand up to the crowd, she both saluted and implored them to not give the game away, Liberty now ready to pursue Beth as she stood tall upon the apron.
They didn’t have to keep the secret long, and not only because the cowgirl had chosen the same moment to begin an about face to look upon her blind side, but because The Girl of Every State didn’t hesitate once she was ready. She almost skipped into the dash, her flag attired frame performing a high wire act upon the thin strip of mat that extended past the wrong side of the ring ropes, boots pitter pattering with confident strides before, much to the delight of those watching, Lady flipped forwards, effortlessly gliding her entire body into a handstand before propelling her amazing frame into a high risk splash!
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Beth's look turns from confused to fearful and amazed as the blonde in red-white-and blue flips toward her. The Arizona Cowgirl manages to get her hands up but the spectacular display of acrobatics and courage knocks Jenkins off her feet on impact. The redhead is flattened to the floor, Lady Liberty squishing a loud, grumpy 'OOOOF' out of Bareback Beth. The troops give Liberty a loud cheer, many also breaking out a salute for their favourite. Dazed, Jenkins pushes a rising Lady away and seats herself against the metal steps, blue eyes glassy.
Flush with victory following the successful connection, Liberties expression was as sweet as apple-pie as she smiled appreciatively towards the audience, the front row of which were now close enough to touch. With the steel guard rail used as a temporary crutch, the Blue Eyed Wonder was up on her feet again in no time, measuring up her Rival even as she received a smattering of supportive slaps across her slender, ivory shoulders.
With a measure of determination, Lady was off at a run again, undaunted by the punishment she had received and diving right back into the fray with a worthy battle shout. With a whooping of the crowd joining in, she zeroed in on Jenkins and, two paces away, she leapt, the sole of one boot connecting with the apron and, using that as a launch pad instead of more conventionally using her opponents knee, Liberty hurled her astonishing physique into a Shining Wizard against a standing opponent!
Still suffering from the previous strafing run from Liberty, a still somewhat dazzled Jenkins seems oblivious to the approaching Lady. Forgoing the usual necessity of stepping up on a knee to smeck her Wizard against Bareback's temple, the high wire act of using the apron affords the blonde the opportunity to REALLY send a full-forced boot to the side of Beth's noggin.
The patriot does just that.
The one-time lightweight champion is nailed. She whiplashes away from the impact and is sent tumbling over the ringsteps, landing awkwardly on the other side. Sprawled and mumbling gibberish, the Cowgirl pushes up to all fours but quickly falls flat to the floor, unable to maintain the strength even to remain on hands and knees.
In reflection, the Girl Called Liberty was the picture of resurgence as she returned to earth, her landing resulting into a deft, fluid and well practiced tuck and roll, golden curls dancing across the young woman’s cheeks as she popped up into an assertive crouch. She was back onto her feet again in no time, looking better by the moment as if she was somehow spiritually emboldened by her surroundings, the smile on her lips bright as she breathed in deeply and saluted crisply.
The moment lingered as the crowd reciprocated her buoyed demeanour, Lady spiralling on the spot with a swishing of her mane, the Star Spangled Warrior soon closing in on her opposition. She collected her opponent and, civically minded as she was; Lady helped the red head back up to standing, largely via a solid grip about the other young women’s head and, with a forceful turn, lifted, pushed and rolled Beth back into the ring.
The blonde quickly followed, using the ropes to pull herself back up onto the apron and, as she grasped the top coil, she spared a few words for her star fished opponent. “I was polite enough to remain silent as you said your piece before,” Liberty reasoned with absolute sincerity, “now please return me the same courtesy”
Clearly, however, Lady was a student of the belief that actions spoke louder than words, and without another utterance she popped her knees, tensed her thighs and then leapt her frame up and over the top rope, tucking herself into a dive that would lead into another splash, one aiming to collide one firm tummy with another!
The pale, inviting midriff of the Cowgirl seems the perfect target for Lady Liberty to continue her journey toward victory. The perky blonde catapults her body over the cables and heads for her target. But as she spreads out her 'splashing abs" to crush the Cowgirl underneath, Beth pulls her knees up into a tight ball. With the joints pointed upward, Bareback impales her Ladyship with a brutal counter!!
Liberty rolls off the splash gone wrong and ends in a position very similar to that of her foe. But while Lady Liberty coughs in breaths, hugging her belly, Jenkins uncoils from her ball looking relieved and ready for payback. The freckled redhead rolls to her knees and surveys the carnage. She pushes to her feet and gives the downed blonde a swift kick in the ribs, much to the displeasure of the troops.
"Know you rank and shut you mouths!" Beth shouts at the grunts lining the ring.
As Jenkins browbeats the soldiers, a stubborn Lady Liberty starts to rise and the movement catches Beth's attention. She moves toward the blonde and, when Liberty turns toward her, Bareback loads up a discus clothesline to remove the blonde's head from her shoulders.
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Unlike the first attempt to weaponise her forearm, this time Beth connects and then some, slamming her limb home and forcing a loud “GUFF!” from Liberties divine body. The American Dream was all but beheaded, the fierce momentum of the impact all by flattening the crowd sweetheart and driving her to the deck. Lady GRUNTED! with a moan as she shoulders slapped down hard against the canvas, the forceful landing jack knifing the length of her splayed out frame and the smaller Lightweights stems jerked and shot upwards. She finally came to rest in a curled up ball, the toes of her boots tapping the matt beside her own curls as she remained there, tucked up into a ball, star spangled buttocks perked upwards towards the watching heavens.
Beth pries open the turtled blonde, pushing Liberty onto her belly in the process. As she does, Bareback captures the near leg of the lightly tanned blonde. Rolling up Liberty's body, she draws the blonde's limb with her around her back and, by the time the redhead rolls up to one knee, Jenkins has her Buckle Bunny Twist in place.
"Show these troops how to surrender," Beth shouts at the trapped Lady. Beth wrenches the lower limb all the more. "I said GIVE UP."
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Liberty cried out, however much she didn’t want to, her efforts to remain silent resulting in little more than painful failure, her perky, lower lip set to quivering every time she tried. The pain was simply excruciating, the former Lightweight Champion torturing her rivals already punished back and knee with increasingly sharper angles, a fresh pitch accompanying every new, agonising inch of pressure. But Lady did not submit, the Babyface Heroine suffering as she clenched her fists, closing her bright, blue eyes tightly as she pushed her cherub cheek down hard against the canvas. Perhaps it was her surroundings, but she refused to give words to a surrender, shaking her head slowly before forcing her hands open. Slowly...agonisingly slowly...the Soldiers Sweetheart began dragging her way towards the ring ropes and salvation...
In increasing disbelief, Beth tries to keep Liberty grounded, but after nearly half a minute of agonizing effort, the Lady wraps a palm around the bottom rope and the official calls for Bareback to release. It takes a full 'FOUR', but the freckled Cowgirl does.
She backs off a few steps and watches as a wincing Lady Liberty reaches hands and knees. When she does, Beth sinks her nails into the patriot's golden locks and leads her several feet from the safety of the ropes. Mounting the blonde in a front-facing straddle of her foe's back, Jenkins clamps down with a body scissors around Liberty's midriff to stay in her 'saddle'. She then turns slightly to get access to Liberty's crotch with her right hand. Curling her digits into a claw, she reaches for the sensitive undercarriage of the favourite daughter, planning on sinking the talons in and starting her signature 'Eight Second Ride' pony-ride crotch claw!
The steely tensing of Beth’s firm thighs about Lady’s slim tummy was itself enough to bring a fresh flush of pain to the already suffering young woman’s darling, dimple cheeks. Liberty tensed; her body rigid as Jenkins locked in the body scissors and applied will sapping pressure, the pale pink lips of the All-American Girl circling into an pained “O” as she GASPED a long mooooooan, her almost bare shoulders shivering.
A mewl and a sharp JERK! was the immediate answer to the devious Jenkins both slapping and clamping on the vindictive claw about one of America’s most sacred, and unsullied regions. Lady’s lower lip was back to quivering as she struggled to adjust, her spine curling downwards as her even her spirit began buckling, her gasps loud as Beth WRENCHED the claw deeper in order to spur her defiant pony into performing the desired action.
Liberty shot forwards, scooting across the canvas upon her hands and knees as Beth domineeringly rode her, and the FAWNatics let Jenkins hear their displeasure concerning her humiliating antics. It didn’t take long, however, for near everyone present both outside and indeed inside the ring to recognise her target, the Star Spangled Grappler unsurprisingly heading towards the salvation of the ring ropes, reaching out to grasp the middle coil and demand a release...
Only she didn’t stop!! Like a bad bronco, America’s Sweetheart ducked her head down and put on a burst of speed, determined to barrel not only herself, but also her ride through the ropes and into the ‘chasm’ that waited just on the other side of the apron...
Enjoying breaking her filly beneath her and smirking at the jeers of the troops unhappy with her tactics, Beth hardly notices her 'pony' picking up speed. Neither does she concentrate on the direction of her flaxen-haired steed, so determined is she in squeeeezing Lady Liberty's flower. But when blonde and redhead reach the cables at a gallop, both are sent tumbling through. Beth falls off her mount in the process and the women drop separately to the floor below, each landing in meaty 'thwaks' on the thinly padded cement.
Even as the instigator of the crash landing, Lady’s own collision with the flooring was far from pleasant, the relief she felt from being released from the submission outmatched by the increased beating her athletic frame was now taking. The Flag Attired Heroine groooooaned as she rolled gradually over onto her shoulder and then her firm tummy, shivering as her smooth, sweat slick skin tickled the cold concrete. With a deep sigh she pushed herself back up onto her palms, thankfully without a rider and, with a determined grunt, shoved upwards onto her knees.
Almost immediately, as she blinked opened her pained, pretty peepers, she locked eyes with Jenkins, the other young woman likewise returning to vertical and, perilously close, was almost right in front of her. With a renewed shout Lady reacted, the Star-Spangled Beauty attacking with a fierce and firm, European Uppercut of the All-American variety!
Beth already has a right fist balled to send in an overhand direction at the blonde's chin, adept as she is with bar room brawls in Tombstone, but Lady Liberty's uppercut finds a home first. The freckled Cowgirl is rocked by the forearm. She windmills her arms to keep upright and manages but is only rewarded by another uppercut craacking under her chin. This one drops Jenkins onto her butt cheeks. A dazed Beth, blue eyes glassy, stares blankly at Lady Liberty, the troops raising a ruckus after this turn of events.
For a few, brief moments it looks as though the Golden Curled Darling might fall also, still recovering and rubbery kneed, eyelids fluttering after the forceful flurry, almost swooning before she regained her balance. Shaking her head, Lady pinched the bridge of her nose between thumb and forefinger and steadied her resolve, her full attention finding its way back to Jenkins.
“Now,” she questioned wearily, as if the last few minutes of interruption hadn’t happened, Liberty reaching forwards and cupping her opponent by her chin and the back her auburn mane. “Where were we?” With a tug the smaller blonde brought the taller red head up to standing, exchanging her grip for a headlock, tucking her rivals noggin beneath her shoulder before slinging Beth’s free arm across her own. Bracing herself, Liberty pooled her reserves and prepared to display some rarely witnessed power, the Suplex she was to be attempting itself a feint...a Neckbreaker what was really waiting at the end of it...
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Lady Liberty sends Bareback Beth up and over with surprising ease, the redhead too stunned to deny her foe with a counter. For a split-second Jenkins may have been relieved not to have her spine hit the cement with the perceived suplex. But when the Cowgirl's boots hit the floor with her neck still in the blonde's possession and strapped tightly to the Liberty's shoulder that moment of thankfulness is quickly erased. Lady Liberty lays out and sends Beth crashing to the floor with the nasty Neckbreaker. The impact sends the redhead to a seated position for a moment, but she soon faints back to the cement.
Lady’s posture was the mirror opposite as she curled back up to sitting, the Girl of Every State groaning with relief that was quickly replaced by determination. She peeked her pretty peepers over the back of one, ivory smooth, temptingly bare shoulder and spied her opponent, blinking before she pushed back up to standing. Something vital clicked back into place and it was if she only now realised that they were back outside the ring, the young woman quickly deciding that it was the wrong place to continue with proceedings.
Vertical once more, Liberty collected the puddled Jenkins and lead her back to ringside, directing her back towards and then onto the apron with a helpful tuck and roll. The Official had abandoned his ten count, seemingly certain that Lady was not about to abuse her surroundings, and his confidence in the Blue Eyed Wonders straight arrow nature was rewarded as the blonde soon followed the red head she had deposited.
By the time Lady had stepped and ducked between the ring ropes, the battered Beth was dragging herself back up to a fighting posture as well, the Former Lightweight Champion as resilient as any. Wanting to keep her darling noggin connected to her delectable shoulders this time, Liberty didn’t grant her opponent chance to recuperate, advancing, capturing and dragging the dazed Jenkins into a firm, front headlock.
With her rival secured, Lady “HUFFED!!” and Beth “GRUNTED!!” as a red, white and blue stem from the crowd favourite jack knifed upwards and DRILLED Beth’s trim, firm tummy with not one, but TWO fierce knee lifts! The forceful impacts rocked a winded cowgirl up onto the tip toes of her own boots and, for a few vital seconds, kept her docile.
Lady began to backpedal, the soldiers of all ranks cheering as the Star Spangled Warrior assumed the ascendency, a weak kneed Beth dragged along with her as Liberty retained the headlock. The moment the turnbuckles of one corner tickled between her shoulders, the blonde halted, nodding before stepping up one ring rope and then the second, quickly finding her desirable toosh sitting securely upon the highest cushion. The American Dream flexed her bicep, indulged in a rare luxury by saluting crisply with her free hand, before propelling herself free from her perch to deliver a high risk, Victory Parade DDT!
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The blonde UltraYank rises and leaps off her perch. As she floats toward the middle of the ring, spinning in an airborne 180, Lady Liberty rips Beth around in a more violent u-turn of her own. And while Liberty lays out on her back, absorbing something of a shock when she hits the canvas, The Lady SPIKES Jenkins' skull into the thinly-sheathed plywood. The freckled Cowgirl flops over in a forward flip and slides to a stop. For a moment, she's in a seated position, the look in her glazed blue eyes showing how hard she'd been stuck by the Parade. Gravity finally has its way with Bareback as she timbers to horizontal, reclining in a motionless starfish.
Liberty followed through, a short little tuck and turn taking the Babyfaced Heroine from laying across her back to slipping over the top of the shell shocked Jenkins. Blonde pressed down upon red head, Lady collecting one chap encased stem and rolled her new rival up into a neat pinfall. The Officials was on hand, the Grunts in the audience assisting him with his count.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE....
The hundreds of supporters watching may have reached that vital number, but the man in black and white had not, Beth thrusting up a shoulder at the last moment and denying Lady her victory.
The FAWNatics protested, Liberty did not, a moment’s hesitation not even crossing her golden curled mind as she instead used the very same momentum provided by her opponents buck to pop her way back up to standing. As Jenkins threw up her arm in defiance, Liberty collected it thankfully; pulling on the limb and tugging a gasping Cowgirl back up to vertical. A fluid twist and pivot followed, the soles of the All-American Girl dancing a spiral on the canvas, and the tug became an Irish Whip with Jenkins being launched towards the ropes.
Lady immediately took off for the opposite strands, throwing her wonderfully athletic frame into the waiting coils at the same time Beth collided with hers, and both young women were propelled into a rapid sprint back towards centre ring. Liberty ducked and launched at the last moment, diving straight into a Spear!!
Always ready for her fights to be as much a brawl as a wrestling match, Beth is straightforward in her approach and so, as she hits the cables and roars back at the sprinting Lady Liberty, Jenkins might have been thinking much the same as the charging Liberty. But the DDT she'd suffered puts her thought process a couple ticks behind the advancing blonde.
When the blonde ducks her head and shoulders, Beth has little time to do more than widen her baby blues and squeak out a 'no' before the Lady DRIVES a shoulder deep into her gut. Nearly torn in two by the tackle, Bareback's body folds around the patriotic assault of Lady Liberty and the blonde takes her foe down to the canvas, Beth PLANTED there in spectacular fashion, the troops letting out a reflexive groan when Lady Liberty spears the holy heck out of the redhead.
It seemed obvious to everyone that there was a fresh pinfall attempt there for the taking, even the Official was down on knee and poised to begin his fresh three count, but Liberty proved to be the exception. The Star Spangled Grappler cupped the back of the Cowgirls ringing noggin and, not entirely unkindly, hooked the groaning, growling, and freckled fighter back up onto her feet.
Forever a Lady, the Flag Attired Heroine clearly didn’t intend for Beth to try and stand on her own two feet when her knees were so clearly wobbly, the blonde moving to stand all snug beside the taller red head and sling her opponents arm across her slender, supportive shoulders. Supporting the other young women’s hips with her free hand, Liberty looked all the world as though she were about to help an old friend home.
The truth, of course, was not anything of the sort; Lady telegraphing her intent as she quickly leaned forwards and, with her left hand, cupped the back of Beth’s perfectly firm thigh. With a war cry, Liberty prepared to lift and execute the Stars and Stripes, the Finisher that her not only elevated her to the Big Leagues, but also served to keep her there!!
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But before Liberty can give the troops what they're so looking forward to, Beth grapevines her right leg around the left of the Lady. The heroine tries to lift her foe despite the blocking defence and is unable. That doesn't stop the blonde from trying again...and failing.
The third never happens as Beth sends a right elbow smacking into Lady Liberty's jaw. The staggered fan favourite keeps her grip through one, but not two of the blows. Still wobbly, the Cowgirl manages to turn and face her rival. Trying to take advantage of Liberty's momentary confusion, Beth delivers a toe kick to the Lady's tummy, doubling her over. Jenkins grabs Liberty's stooped head and pulls it tight, preparing to swing the blonde to the side and hit a Neckbreaker and show the camouflaged morons they're cheering for the wrong girl.
The deft, savage turn and twist of two, nubile young bodies all but ripped the dazed, America’s Sweetheart inside out, twirling her into a spin that spun her off her feet and ended with a dull “GRUNT!” as the dizzying spiral concluded in a painful CRACK at the top of Liberties spine. With a hard jerk and pained moan, Lady flopped over onto her side, cradling the top of her neck with both palms as the rest of her juddered with shocked spasms.
Bareback Beth lies next to the splayed Lady for long seconds, enough the official starts his count on both women. But slowly, Beth pushes wearily to her feet, grabbing Lady Liberty by her golden locks and dragging her up as she goes. The Cowgirl delivers one, two, THREE jaw-jacking forearms to loosen her foe up then drags her toward a corner.
Slipping behind Lady Liberty, Beth climbs to the middle ropes. She moves a pointed knee behind the braincase of the blonde and shouts at the soldiers. "This bytch is being demoted!" The redhead gets her balance together and readies a launch out from the corner, planning on riding Lady Liberty to the deck to crush her face into the canvas with her Calf Branding!
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Her eyes were open, but the pretty peepers of the Flag-Attired Heroine were now vacant, her senses rattled by the stiff forearms to her forehead and her gloved hands hung idly by her lightly tanned thighs. While Beth began taunting, Lady’s right arm lifted slowly, the young women blinking as she started to come to...
Too late, Beth launching from her pad and using both momentum and weight to drive her Rival front forwards towards the deck. The THUD!! of the Star Spangled Beauties unfortunate features being DRILLED into the canvas was loud enough to drown out her grunt of pain, the knee being NAILED into the back of her braincase adding the exclamation point to the fierce impact. A fresh ripple of spasms ran down the spine of the suffering young woman, her stems bucking sharply upwards at the knees before flopping back down onto the matt, the crowd sweetheart groaning as she still struggled to keep her limbs moving.
This time it's Beth who passes on a pinning attempt. Ignoring the boobirds, the Arizona Cowgirl hauls Lady Liberty to her feet, not an easy task in the Lady's state. With Liberty wobbling in front of her, Beth delivers a knee lift to the belly to double her foe over. She draws Lady Liberty's lowered head between her thighs and clamps down with a standing head scissors. A smirking Beth collects each arm of the blonde with underhooks.
"Her new rank is latrine cleaner!" Beth bellows, ready to deliver her signature Bareback DDT to the trapped Liberty.
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As if taking exception to Jenkins ridicule, Lady dug deep and, with an unexpected clenching of her fists, the Golden Curled Darling flexed her biceps and, with a shout, tugged her arms down and ripped them free of the restrictive underhooks. With Beth’s eyes opened wide in surprise, Liberty tucked her hands behind the thighs of her opponent and bent her knees, a deep breath and a roar of approval from the crowd accompanying her effort, the blonde attempted to lift and straighten out, determined to flip the red head up and over the top in a Back Body Drop.
Shaking her head in disbelief as her boots lose contact with the canvas, her long auburn locks flung from side to side, the ginger Jenkins is sent both up AND over. Beth flips over the back of the patriotic and clearly adrenaline-filled Lady Liberty. She tumbles through her airborne turn, landing hard and heavy on her spine. The freckled Cowgirl groans in pain, her back arching from the force of the impact, hand reaching for the base of her spinal column.
The camo-covered crowd lets out a war whoop at the turn of events, but could Lady press the advantage from her clever counter?
Liberty answered immediately, but not in the manner the FAWNatics wanted as she dropped heavily earthwards, landing wearily upon her padded knees. She slumped, the Girl of Every State the picture of fatigue, golden curls obscuring her tired features as it seemed her defiant surge had indeed proven to be her last.
The Official looked between both of the deflated girls and raised his hands to begin counting, he hesitated only because Beth Jenkins had it in her to start rising. With a scowl upon her lips she outpacing her blonde rival, the two young women competing in a race that only one looked like winning, Liberty finding the sole of one boot seemingly too late as Jenkins found both hers.
That is until Lady surged, pushing upwards onto the very tippiest of her toes as she almost LAUNCHED her body upwards, angling her forearm to smash into the jaw of her opponent with the fiercest, European Uppercut she had ever delivered in her career!
Caught under the chin with the force of a Patriot Missile, the already unsteady Bareback Beth is sent off her feet. The uppercut lifts the redhead into the air, her arms pin wheeling against the force of the impact with motion making little effect. Instead, Liberty's rocket leaves Beth amidst the red glare, Jenkins' auburn locks fanning out above her as she lands in a motionless spread-eagle, blue eyes half-lidded, the brawler cold cocked and horizontal.
Liberty was on her knees once more, falling heavily with an embattled sigh only this time it was with purpose, the new addition to her arsenal sending Jenkins senses reeling all the way back to the states. Lady flopped over Beth and, this time, collected both of her opponent’s incredible stems beneath one arm and tucked the freckled brawler into the tightest ball possible, the Official not missing a beat as he dropped down onto the canvas.
ONE!
TWO!!
Beth might have tried to kick out if she hadn't been knocked into the middle of next week by the 'Missile'. It had come from out of nowhere and sent Beth's consciousness to the same location. With the freckled Cowgirl on Dream Street...the 'THREEEE!' shouted out by the crowd of warriors passes Jenkins by without a single twitch from her ivory frame, Beth blown to bits by Lady Liberty's new weapon.
With the grunts going crazy, showering the Lady with love, the blonde patriot hops to her feet, placing a boot atop the chest of the snoozing Bareback. Lady Liberty raises an index finger high as the PA makes things plain.
“Your winner…by pinfall…LADY LIBERTY”
The ‘U-S-A’ chants erupt, growing stronger by the second until they sound like the roar of a jet engine. And, in the middle of the ring, Lady Liberty celebrates in victory with the troops offering the perfect tribute to the country’s defenders by overcoming a determined underhanded foe.
