Post by bigfan on May 7, 2017 1:36:22 GMT
The Spring Break crowd already in a frenzy after the night so far, turn it up a notch as they prepare for a visit from Sweden. The FAWNatics excited by her return are happy to see the Bikini Teamer back in action after her failed attempt at claiming the Lightweight Title. The cheers really start to build as the ViQueen’s music begins.
The Hives "TICK TICK BOOM"
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Ingrid pushes through the curtain, a ball of blonde motion. The blonde come out to a warm welcome from the FAWN crowd. The Swede is a huge fan favorite, her looks are just the beginning, Halstrom has shown herself to be a real battler even if she doesn’t always come out on top. Stopping at the top of the ramp Ingrid throws her arms in the air and when the next "BOOM" happens in the song the tiny Viking throws her arms down and loud pyro blasts boom on the sides of the stage.
The ring announcer makes the intro for the blondes, “Introducing first… she is 120 pounds of pure Swedish Sex appeal…From Halstad Sweden… Ingrid Halstrom!
Ingrid Halstrom
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Ingrid wears a blue bikini with yellow crosses on her breasts and matching bottoms, the flag of Sweden has never looked better. Her pads are black with Swedish flags on the knee pads. Halstrom’s long blonde hair is pulled back in a fighting ponytail, she looks ready for tonight’s battle.
The Swede dances down the aisle slapping the out stretched hands of the fans along the rails, at times stopping to dance with hips flying Ingrid works her way around the ring. Halstrom greets many of the fans, Ingrid stops short as she finds a fan has done a sign for her, excited Ingrid literally bounces as she reads, “The VIQUEEN will bury the Oil Baroness!”
Ingrid gives her supporter a big hug, which probably will lead to many more signs for next time, she then rolls under the bottom rope popping to her feet quick. Ingrid steps on the bottom rope leaning far over the top rope saluting the crowd, giving them an excellent view of her wonderful bosom.
Ingrid moves to her corner allowing Merle to check her pads and boots, even giving the lucky man a little shimmy as he does his job. Halstrom waits for the arrival of Jetsetter, the blonde stretching while she waits. The Swedish lightweight’s face scrunches up as she grows impatient waiting for the rookie’s arrival.
ALL OF THE LIGHTS
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Ingrid didn’t have to wait long. As the opener of Kanye West’s banger roared out of the speakers, every light in the building went off except for five roving spots which found their way to the top of the stage. Into that pool of light strode a honey-tanned figure, brown hair long and loose down her back and a pair of huge white sunglasses with an obvious Balenciaga logo covering her eyes. The impressive swell of her bosom was both contained and flaunted by a grey Calvin Kline-style sports bra, with matching bottoms displaying a few inches of golden derriere.
Zoë Scott bent down to brush an imaginary speck off the custom Jordan’s on her feet and then stood back up to ‘pop’ both her hands open at the crowds around her. Right on cue, the music and lights both went into overdrive, Zoë shimmying off down the ramp and giving a few little dance steps on the way, although she was careful to avoid getting too close to any of the crowd hands leaning over the barriers.
The lights came back on as Zoë reached the ring and hopped lightly up onto the apron. Before slipping between the ropes, the billionaire’s daughter removed her sunglasses and handed them backwards without looking. A hand appeared from nowhere to take them, and suddenly everyone in the crowd noticed that Scott’s assistant was there. She must have made her way down to the ring along with her employer, but without ever stepping into the spotlight.
Dressed in tight blue jeans and a strappy black top which couldn’t quite hide her insane curves, Isobel Lamont tucked those expensive shades into a shiny nude-coloured handbag she was carrying. The big blonde walked calmly over to an empty chair and sat down. Her boss paid no attention to this however. Instead Zoë was preening for the cameras, shaking out her hair, and giving disparaging glances at her next victim as she moved over to her corner.
ZOË SCOTT
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ISOBEL LAMONT
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Zoë settled back into the turnbuckle and had finally deigned to allow tonight’s referee Merle to check her pads and boots when she heard a voice from across the ring. “Hey newbie!” Ingrid gestured to Scott’s ‘assistant‘ at ringside and shouted “Who told you this was ‘bring your much hotter friend to work’ day? If you’re so scared to be out here alone I can go get Kolina and we’ll kick both your asses.”
“Sweetie, no one wants to see your old-ass partner any more than they care about you.” The fans at ringside let out a loud boo to show Zoë just how wrong she was, but the jetsetter carried on regardless. “These people came to see a superstar, not some washed out 70s cliché.”
Just as Scott finished speaking Merle finished his checks and gestured to the timekeeper. The bell sounded the official start of the match a second or two later, and Ingrid immediately strode out to the centre of the ring.
“You’ve got a pretty big opinion of yourself for someone who’s not strong enough to carry her own handbag to the ring,” the Sensational Swede snarled as Zoë stepped forward to meet her. “All I see is a girl with her daddy’s money and an ego problem. Around here you have to earn things for yourself.”
To illustrate this Ingrid pushed forward, chesting in to the arrogant brunette. For a second her white bikini pressed into the grey sports bra Scott had chosen for tonight, the fans immediately responding as the two bombshells jostled for position. Then the Jetsetter gave a little push with her left hand to make space and raised her right out wide to deliver a big arching SLAP square into the Bikini Teamer’s cheek!
The crowd let out a little ‘ooooh’ as Ingrid’s head snapped back round, her face furious. She quickly took half a step back and swung her own arm out in return, her palm catching Zoë’s jaw with an immensely satisfying CRACK which sent the rich girl staggering a little. Ingrid was going to follow up with a backhand, but held off as Scott stepped back a little and raised both hands high, a clear invitation for a test of strength.
“It’s a good job you made a career out of getting teenage boys to stare at your tits, ‘cos you slap like a two-dollar whore. But I have important things to do and I’m sure your shift at the strip club is starting soon, so how about we hurry up and show these slobs in the audience that I’m a much better woman than you.”
Ingrid had a response ready, but frankly she’d heard enough and fancied showing this mouthy bytch how wrong she was. She held both her hands high and then stepped in fast, her palms smacking into place and then her body barging into Zoë’s slightly bigger frame with a meaty ‘smeck’.
The Swede might have been giving away an inch of height and almost ten pounds in weight but she had a huge experience advantage, which she showed by jostling up onto her toes and pressing her torso down into Zoë’s. This extra leverage forced the Dubai Diva back a little, and she had no choice but to slide one foot back to brace herself.
Grunting with effort, Ingrid still managed to flash that stunning smile as she felt the younger woman being pressed backwards. “How’s that feel, new meat?” she crowed, “all that talk and you’re getting squashed like a buGGGGUHHHH!”
Not liking the feeling one bit, Zoë interrupted this missive by bringing her knee up to THWUMP heartlessly between the blonde’s legs. Ingrid let out a sob and abandoned the Test, bending forward to bring both hands down to massage her suddenly aching centre.
“Stay off the trunks Zoë!” Merle shouted, stepping inbetween them to give the shocked Swede a breather. Scott was too busy adjusting her top back into place to pay much attention, but she raised one hand and ‘popped’ a quick flashbulb sigil in his face to indicate how little she cared for his instructions. Then she shouldered past him and grabbed two handfuls of blonde hair.
Still bent forward from the low blow, Ingrid was helpless as Zoë used her hair as a lever to yank her down hard to the matt courtesy of a Sit-Out Facebuster. Landing on her tush was painful, but nothing like as bad as the face-first drop Ingrid experienced. The more experienced blonde got one hand up to check her hurting nose but could do no more as Zoë kept hold of her hair and used it to haul the discombobulated Bikini Teamer back to vertical.
Not giving her opponent a second to catch her bearings, Zoë spun to the side and switched her grip to the Swede’s arm, the Irish Whip sending the smaller woman charging towards the ropes. Ingrid turned her back at the last second to ‘bwung’ back at her and smoothly ducked under Zoë’s clumsy clothesline attempt. Hurtling past her, Ingrid gave herself another slingshot from the ropes and then left her feet, jumping into a flying Crossbody.
Most newbies would have panicked at the sight of Ingrid Halstrom catapulting at them, but Zoë had received the best training her family’s money could buy and that seemed to make up for the lack of experience. Leaning back, she looped her arms up around the flying Swede’s taut tummy and sent herself into a barrel roll, taking the smaller girl along for the ride in a buttery-smooth powerslam.
The second Zoë had recovered her equilibrium she leaned forward and pinned the blonde’s shoulders to the matt, Merle crouching and bringing his hand down for.
ONE
TW….
Ingrid kicked her legs up and used the momentum to drive her shoulders off the mat. She sat up quickly and pushed one leg out again, this time flicking up to catch Zoë in the chest and push her backwards. The Oil Baroness managed to tumble through the impact to end up on her haunches and stood up quickly as Halstrom did the same.
“Are you sure you’re rich, girl?” Ingrid spat, “cos you throw the cheapest shots I’ve ever seen!”. Zoë just snarled and lunged forward, trying for another lockup. But the Swede made the most of her smaller size, dodging nimbly to the side and flicking a low kick into the meat of Scott’s thigh.
The wet ‘smeck’ of her boot and the hiss of pain from Zoë’s lips were both music to the blonde’s ears. She was quickly firing out another kick, but this time with considerably less success. Scott’s hand snapped down and grasped tight onto her ankle, while the rest of her body pivoted to launch a big forearm into the suddenly stuck Swede’s décolletage.
With one leg still in the brunette’s grasp, Ingrid had no way of bracing herself against the blow. She toppled over backwards in a clumsy heap, one leg still out ad under Zoë’s control. And the Dubai Diva took full advantage, using that captive limb like a lever to roll the Swede onto her front, then twining her own legs around it and falling to the matt, both hands reefing on the blonde’s ankle.
ACHILLES LOCK:
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“Aww, you can’t be thinking of quitting already babe?” Zoë crowed at the hurting bikini teamer. “I guess it might be hard to work a pole after I rip your foot off, but you can still make a living on your back!”
Zoë is surprising the FAWN crowd, her look wins some support, but a section of the FAWNatics are being won over by her skills. But her mouth and her attitude mean that a far larger portion of the crowd are on Ingrid’s side. Halstrom pushes up on her hands in push up position and twists her entire body over so she lands on her back, Scott begins to open her mouth, but the insult is cut off by the blonde’s boot slamming into the side of her head. Ingrid rolls free as soon as she feels the grip on her trapped ankle lessen. Zoë turns to her stomach and crawls away from the Bikini Teamer, Ingrid gets to her feet gently testing the ankle after a few steps the ViQueen bounces and shows no sign of problems.
“Going after the trunks and bra in the first minutes, you must really be worried rich girl.” Ingrid allows Zoë to get to her feet, the brunette shaking the cobwebs out as she glares at Halstrom. The Dubai Diva comes forward arms raised looking to lock up with the Swede, Ingrid shots her arms up to give Zoë the thought she was getting her way again, but the blonde dips swinging around Scott’s left side and wraps her arms around the brunette’s waist and squeezes her from behind. The Oil Baroness drops her hips to keep from being lifted off the canvas, but Ingrid also drops down and hooks her arms around Scott’s shins pushing into the back of her legs at the same time. The crowd cheer as Scott is dropped face first on the mat. The brunette got her arms up to save her face, but her large bosom hits hard.
The Bikini Teamer slides up the brunette’s body and hooks her arms under Zoë’s chickenwinging both arms. The crowd cheer as Ingrid looks out to them, the fans know what’s coming and pop even louder as Halstrom lifts up on her toes and flips her body over into a bridge trapping Scott in the Cattle Mutilation submission hold.
CATTLE MUTILATION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOVum62vQSo
Zoë’s feet kick the canvas as her arms are being pulled from their sockets and her huge boobs are pressed into the canvas, side boob bulging out. The ViQueen holds the submission hold testing the rookie’s resolve, Merle on hands and knees to Scott’s left asks, “What do you say Zoë? You want to give it up?”
The Dubai Diva turns her head to face him and grunts out, “No, Damnit! NO!”
Ingrid doesn’t plan to get Zoë’s submission with the Cattle Mutilation, unless the brunette has been rushed to FAWN and should be back in the Jungle. After thirty seconds Scott is still refusing to give up, and Ingrid grows tired of holding the bridge and drops down unhooking her arms. Zoë stays on the canvas, as the Swede rolls up to her feet moving back to the rookie. The Bikini Teamer leads Scott to the ropes, hooking her arms over the top rope. Zoë’s eyes go wide just before Ingrid lays in a big chop to the brunette’s cleavage, and another and another. The crack of flesh is followed by the Oil Baroness’s cry of pain as her skin takes on a pink glow.
“You want to play, that’s fine by me.” Ingrid says before she peels Scott off the ropes Irish whipping her across the ring. Boobs and brown hair bouncing as she runs the ropes Zoë hits the far cables returning to the awaiting blonde at mid ring. Ingrid ducks down catching the mouthy rookie on her shoulders and in one movement the ViQueen falls backwards slamming Scott into the thinly padded boards with a Samoan Drop. The ring ropes shake with the impact of the two lightweights Zoë crushed between boards and blonde as Ingrid reclines back on her opponent. Turning over to press her large breast into Zoë’s slightly bigger pair Halstrom takes the brunette’s arms by the wrist extending them above her head and goes for the pin.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Zoë is woozy, but she kicks her legs to the right and twists her body up off the mat with a full second to spare.
Scott sits up as the Bikini Teamer watches, Ingrid on her knees with her butt on her heels studies the rookie as Zoë leans on one elbow. Halstrom asks, “Having fun rookie?”
The uber confident Dubai Diva snaps back from the fog and rolls quickly away from the voice and pushes up to one knee before answering, “I’m going to make you pay Eurotrash!”
Both women pop back up to their full heights before circling again. As the circle tightens the two contrasting beauties raise arms and lock up cleanly, begin struggling for dominance. Scott tries bullying Halstrom backwards, but after gaining a few feet Zoë is caught leaning to far forward and Ingrid slips to the side and catches the brunette’s head as she passes. Scott curses as her face is pressed against Ingrid’s side boob in the headlock. A grinning ViQueen pulls the Dubai Diva around leading her back to the center of the squared circle.
Almost anyone in the cheering crowd would gladly trade places with Zoë at the moment, but the Oil Baroness is growing more frustrated. The brunette gets her hands on Ingrid’s wrist and pulls her grip apart and does a smooth well trained transitions into a hammerlock on the blonde. Now Ingrid is looking to escape as Scott pulls up on her limb putting Halstrom’s own hand against her back above the back strap of her top. Ingrid hisses in pain as Zoë gives the trapped arm a jerk causing Halstrom to slap at her own shoulder to keep blood going into the limb. The FAWNantics and Scott think the blonde is secured tightly, but in a blur Ingrid ducks down spins, twists and comes up behind the baffled brunette with a tight waistlock around Zoë’s middle. Without hesitation Ingrid pops her hips and lifts the rookie off the canvas and falls back dropping Scott on the back of her head with a speedy German Suplex.
The lights have to be exploding in Zoë’s brown eyes as the back of her head hits the canvas and her body flips over one and she rolls over to her back hands holding the back of her head. Ingrid scrambles back to her feet and heads to the ropes to Scott’s right, racing back the Bikini Teamer leaps flipping in mid air before she extends her legs. Face up on the canvas Zoë registers the shadow coming across her, but is unable to move as the ViQueen drops both extended legs down across the brunette’s chest and face.
The FAWNatics are nearing a pitched roar as Ingrid pops back up and heads towards the ropes. The Dubai Diva starts rolling away from Ingrid, and when Halstrom turns to hit the ropes she sees her opponent rolling under the far ropes. The Sensational Swede takes only a few steps coming to a stop as she looks at Merle asking, “Where’s the rookie going?”
Lamont is just off the ring apron and catches Zoë as she rolls off the apron and the big blonde stands Scott up holding her steady. Isobel supports the Oil Baroness while the brunette tries to regain some of her senses. In the ring Ingrid waves her arms and turns hitting the ropes she just came from and speeds back across the ring, at the last moment she goes into a baseball slide with both feet extended. Outside the ring, Zoë is not looking and Lamont is looking at Zoë, so neither see the ViQueen’s attack run until a boot hits each of them. Zoë is knocked to the arena floor, but the much bigger Isobel is barely moved, Ingrid pulls herself back into the ring to avoid the giant blonde’s wrath. Turning to Merle Ingrid points at the floored rookie, “Count her out.”
Merle nodded and turned to the recovering pile of Middle Eastern limbs out on the arena floor. “Get it back in the ring Zoë!” he said, then raised his voice considerably to shout “ONE!” loud enough to be heard throughout the arena. The crowd joined in happily, and he’d reached “THREE!” before Zoë had finished slapping at the floor covering in a frustrated tantrum.
By “FIVE!” she’d gestured to her assistant and got the big Texan to haul her back to her feet. She made a quick attempt at smoothing the tangles in her hair with one hand, and then turned to Merle and caught his eye, waving dismissively at the grinning ViQueen a few feet away.
“Make the cliché back off!” she demanded, Merle quickly shouting “SEVEN!” before turning away to move Ingrid back a little. The Swede seemed a little annoyed at being told what to do, but she was carrying all the momentum in the match was keen to make the most of that. Backing away, Ingrid offered a taunting grin and got a withering sneer in return as Zoë finally deigned to get back into the ring.
As soon as Scott had slipped her way through the ropes Ingrid was swarming forward again. The more experienced woman set off on a run and clearly had something nasty planned for Zoë, only to see the taller woman duck behind the referee at the last instant. Merle was suddenly on a collision course with the speeding Bikini Teamer, but his fears (or possibly desires) failed to come true as Ingrid pulled up just in time.
Ingrid quickly raised her hands to show that she hadn’t meant any harm, Merle mimicking the gesture with a big and slightly dopey grin spreading across his face. The nice moment was ruined by Zoë darting out from behind the referee and launching a big open-handed SLAP into Halstrom’s cheek. The Swede’s head was turned by the devious and unexpected strike and she stepped away a little in surprise.
After taking a second to check for blood on her lip, Ingrid began to turn back to take revenge on that nasty brunette and spun her face clean into the forearm smash Zoë had launched at her. This blow was a little more solid, driving her backwards again. Again the blonde took just a second to cool her annoyance at this arrogant rookie, and then turned the other way with a fist cocked and murder in her eyes.
Unfortunately for Bikini Team fans their idol had been a little too obvious about what she was planning. Zoë had time to take a step back to avoid that telegraphed blow, and then grasp the limb out of the air. Before Ingrid could stop her follow through the Oil Baroness had snaked her free arm around her neck and carried on spinning through, falling to her back to drop Halstrom’s neck into the matt at an awkward angle.
ARM TRAP NECKBREAKER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hrrcIbgMW4Y
The jarring impact caused Ingrid to try to rise straight back up to relieve some pressure on her neck, but Zoë made this almost impossible by keeping hold of her captured arm and yanking it out from under her. She used that arm as a lever to turn the little blonde over and spread herself across her, their two bountiful chests and flat tummies mashing together as Merle slapped his hand down for
ONE
TWO
Tnoooo
Ingrid bucked her legs up and pushed her shoulders off the mat, although one arm was still trapped in Zoë’s clutches. Before she could change that Zoë yanked the capture limb again. The Bikini Teamer rolled over onto her front to avoid another pin, but Zoë had something else in mind.
The Instagirl quickly scrambled on top of her smaller opponent, pulling that trapped wing into a high and tight grounded hammerlock. “Remember what I said I was gonna make you pay, bump-n-grind?” Zoë purred, her breath moist on Halstrom’s ear.
“I remember when you had a tantrum like a toddler!” Ingrid spat back, arching her back to prevent her boobs from being ground into the canvas and wriggling her torso in a vain attempt to break free. “Are you ready to start crying again now, baby, cos as soon as I’m back up you will bGAHHH!” Zoë gave a sharp jerk on the hammerlock, driving the blonde’s tits down into the mat and interrupting her words with a hiss of pain.
“I’m a businesswoman, bytch, not a two-dollar stripper. I make sure I get paid in full.” Zoë’s voice was purring now, but her face gave away a lot more anger. “You tried to hurt my arm earlier, so now I’m going to take yours.”
Bracing both her feet on the mat, the Desert Diva pushed up from her knees and showed impressive strength to haul the thrashing Swede upwards using only that nasty hammerlock. Ingrid tried to push away as soon as her feet were underneath her, but the bigger girl was having none of it. Chest heaving and shoulders straining, Zoë got her burden up and then stepped around in front to hook back around her neck. Once those grips were secure lifted up and backwards, taking the struggling Swede over into a jarring drop on her arm and shoulder courtesy of a hammerlock suplex.
The impact bounced Halstrom out of the hammerlock, and she quickly sat up and pulled that hurting wing in, cradling it and massaging the shoulder to get some feeling back. Zoë popped back up to her feet and launched a quick and nasty little kick into the shoulder she had targeted, drawing another light wail from Ingrid’s lips. “I told you it was time to pay, so now that arm belongs to me!”
To prove this point Zoë dived in and took yet another grip on the hurt limb, this time using it to press Ingrid back down onto the matt on her front. The Bikini Teamer’s boobs squashed sideways out of her top as she fought to get up, but the bigger brunet gave her no chance, squeezing the captured arm between her own legs and using her now free hands to hook a front facelock. As soon as her fingers met under Halstrom’s nose Zoë leaned back and put all of her power and weight into trying to separate the blonde’s neck from her shoulder.
ARM-TRAP CROSSFACE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XdFek-TVtkg
“How’s that feel you nasty cougar wannabe!” Zoë crowed, clearly loving the feeling of another victim squirming in her clutches. Merle seemed far more concerned, sliding in and quietly asking “what do you say, Ingrid, I can end this if you need it”
Ingrid was too busy trying to deal with this torture to give a verbal response, and even if she’d wanted to she had both of the Oil Baroness’s hands locked across her mouth. Instead she waggled a finger on her free hand furiously at the worried-looking ref and then concentrated on finding a way out. She looked for the ropes and quickly realised they were several feet away, a vast distance with 119lbs of Middle Eastern mean girl strapped to her back.
Zoë knew this too, and she was quick to point it out as soon as she realised the Bikini Teamer wasn’t trying to move. “No way you’re strong enough to get out of this, and even if you did I’d just be kicking your ass even more. Just give it up now and maybe you’ll still be able to work a pole. Come on blondie, give it AGGGHHH YOU NASTY BITCH”
Denied the sanctuary of the ropes, Ingrid had improvised, working her free hand up into the brunette’s facelock and digging her thumbnail deep into the pressure point on Scott’s wrist. The pain was far too much for Zoë, who let go with a yelp and rolled away, thinking of nothing but tending her stinging hand.
After a few minutes of her arm and neck being tortured Ingrid was ready to start putting the hurt back onto her opponent. She stormed over and took two handfuls of chestnut locks, the less experienced girl being forced to either stand up or be in need of an emergency weave. As soon as Zoë was standing, Halstrom hooked an arm around her neck and ran past, dragging the reluctant Instagirl along and then driving her DOWN with a bulldog!
Scott hit the mat chest first, her chest absorbing the impact before her face was roughly smashed into the thinly covered plywood. Suddenly seeing stars, she rolled over to her back, one hand blindly checking her nose for blood while the other massaged her hurting décolletage. Next to her, Ingrid popped to her feet and leaned straight forward over her, lifting up into a beautifully controlled handstand. She stayed upright for a second or two, toes pointed to the lights, then let herself drop forward into a gorgeously effective handstand splash.
This second impact square in the decolletage was enough to leave Zoë in a world of pain. Scrambling back to vertical, Ingrid decided that she liked the snobby girl a lot more when she was prone and moaning. To make sure that things stayed that way she charged off to the far ropes, turning to her back just as she reached them and…
…realising just a half-second too late that Isobel Lamont was standing right by this side of the ring. Halstrom realised her mistake just as she felt a strong hand reach out and grab her ankle from underneath the bottom rope and sending her toppling forward. Having thrown all of her weight into the rebound of the ropes she had no chance of countering against a much bigger girl with a stronger grip. But those well-honed ring reflexes gave her another option.
Where most girls would have fallen face first after the fixer’s interference, Ingrid instead threw herself forward into a graceful forward roll which let her escape Isobel’s grip and come up perfectly on her feet a short distance away. As the crowd launched into spontaneous applause she turned back to Lamont and gave a little taunting bow, noting that the ‘assistant’ didn’t seem the slightest bit bothered by her miraculous escape.
The reason for that became clear when Ingrid turned around. Zoë had used the seconds her assistant had bought for her to clear her head and get back to her feet. Now she sprinted forwards as fast as she could just as Ingrid turned. The Swede had no time to take any evasive manoeuvres, instead taking a vicious palm strike square in the forehead.
SHOWSTOPPER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CgsDpO6rkbE
The blow took Ingrid clean off her feet, ending up on her back rubbing at the sudden ache in her head. Zoë didn’t give the slightest acknowledgement to the favour her assistant had done her, or to the resounding boos from the crowd at this turn of events. Instead she put one foot on either side of the smaller woman and looked down with a sneer. “If you’re really too stupid to know when you should just give up, I’ll just have to put you to sleep” she sneered.
As soon as the last word left Zoë’s mouth she dropped her butt down hard into toned Swedish tummy, Halstrom involuntarily sitting up a little from the impact. As the slick of damp blonde hair was flicked over the Bikini Teamer’s face, Scott looped one arm around the back and lifted it up towards her chest. It looked like the setup for a classic FAWN breast smother, and the crowd quickly got a lot more enthusiastic when the rookie treated the hurting Swede to a few seconds of motorboat.
Zoë Scott was already becoming known for giving girls an enforced snooze in her cleavage, but sadly for the fans she didn’t seem quite ready for that just yet. Instead the Oil Baroness hooked an arm under the blonde’s chin and across her throat, leaning back into a guillotine choke which put pressure on the neck as well as constricting her windpipe. To make matters worse Zoë had also snaked her legs around Ingrid’s torso, her honey-tanned thighs squeezing into the ViQueen’s taut waist.
Merle kneels down behind Zoë, bending down to try to see Ingrid’s face as he asks, “You ok Ingrid? You want me to stop this?”
The Swede sticks an arm out and wags a finger his way indicating she’s not ready to give up yet. Merle looks over to the time keeper waving his arms, “She says No!”
Scott with her free hand reaches under Ingrid and gives her gurls some rough squeezes as she taunts, “Keep it up, and you won’t be making any tips tonight on the pole.”
The FAWNatics boo and jeer as Zoë continues to put the squeeze on the blonde in so many ways. If Scott had been playing by the rules during the match Ingrid would have worked on escaping the hold another way, but since the Desert Diva used more than a few FAWN tactics during the match Ingrid has no problem returning the favor as she grips the waistband of Zoë’s trunks and pulls them straight up. The Brunette rookie howls as her backside is bisected by her own shorts, Halstrom then slams a trio of palm strikes just above Zoë’s left hip that melt the Guillotine and Body scissors.
Ingrid pulls her head free and shoves the brunette backwards on to the canvas, the red faced ViQueen is breathing heavy, but claps her hands together above her head and brings a thunderbolt like double axe-handle down on to Zoë’s taunt abs. As the rookie groans holding her stomach Ingrid untangles herself from the sexy brunette and climbs to her feet.
Zoë rolls to her side and gently plucks the wedgie from between her cheeks. Ingrid’s tan body is covered in a layer of sweat as she walks around to the rookies head and slips her arms under Scott’s to pull her back up. Staying behind the Oil Baroness, the ViQueen takes her left arm and puts it around the rookie’s head from right to left so Zoë’s head is tucked under her arm while the brunette looks up at the ceiling. Halstrom only pauses a moment before falling backward, slamming the back of the Desert Diva’s head into the canvas with an Inverted DDT.
Inverted DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kzgBJwmzu14
The ring ropes shake from the impact and Ingrid is quick to scramble around on top of the dazed rookie. Fans notice the blonde giving Zoë a bit of her sweat damp décolletage to the face as Ingrid moves to cover the Oil Baroness. Merle as ever close at hand drops down as the Swede lifts the Dubai Diva’s leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Zoë bucks her hips and gets her should up with a half second to spare, as she turns to her side the brunette still looks a bit foggy though. Ingrid looks worn, her hair matted with sweat and the ponytail is frazzled. The ViQueen gets to her boots and walks around to Zoë’s back and stomps down with a boot on the brunette’s hip. The Rookie takes more than a dozen stomps, Halstrom makes sure to land each boot on a different part of the brunette’s curvy body. The FAWNatics cheering as the Swede reaches down taking Scott by the wrist and shoulder and pulls her back to vertical.
The Dubai Diva shoves the slightly smaller blonde away and in a flash lashes a chop across the blonde’s ample bosom. The Bikini Teamer winces, but she strikes back at Zoë’s own décolletage drawing a yelp from the rookie. As if remembering Scott’s earlier attacks Halstrom shoves the brunette back into the ropes and pulls her arms away from the her chest, Now the FAWNatics are really cheering as Ingrid unleashes a half dozen chops to the brunette’s big bust. Isobel comes around to the side of the ring the action is taking place, but she’s too late as Ingrid grabs Zoë by the wrist and shoulder Irish Whipping her across the ring. Lamont tries reaching in and grabbing Halstrom’s ankle again, but the smaller blonde is just too quick as she follows after Scott.
The ViQueen waits for Zoë to return at mid ring, she simply puts a boot into the brunette’s stomach stopping her in her tracks. Halstrom takes the Oil Baroness’s offered head in a front facelock and quickly flips the brunette’s near arm over her shoulders and grabs a handful of trunks at Zoë’s hip. Ingrid snaps the rookie into the air and turns with her as she passes the apex and the Swede sits out as Zoë lands between the blonde’s out stretched legs. The Runeslam leaves Scott sprawled on the canvas, Ingrid hooks her legs over the rookie’s arms and palms Zoë’s breast pressing them down to keep her on the canvas.
RUNESLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4zuV69j523g
Merle makes the count, Ingrid nodding her head and the crowd counting along.
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
At the final moment Zoë kicks free, the crowd groans and Ingrid looks surprised. Outside the ring Isobel gives a sigh of relief as her charge kicks out.
Ingrid climbs to her feet and reaches down pulling the sputtering Dubai Diva up, she guides Zoë’s head between her thighs. The ViQueen bends down wrapping her arms around Scott’s honey tan tummy and lifts inverting the rookie. Scott’s arms and hair hang down, Ingrid steps over the brunette’s right arm and then her left. The crowd cheer seeing the blonde sitting up her Valkyrie Finisher. Outside, Lamont doesn’t seem to know what to do as she paces back and forth, only stopping when Ingrid leaps forward and slams Zoë into the thinly padded boards chest and face first.
VALKYRIE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4t4bze0A324
The FAWNatics cheer, and Isobel buries her hands in her hair but can’t do much else, too worried about her employer being DQ’ed if she interferes. Ingrid keeps a close watch on her as she uses her legs to help turn the brunette over, Scott’s eyes fluttering and unfocused. Merle is there, and the Fans count along again as Ingrid plants her hands on the up turned backside of the rookie.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
The crowd claps and whoop and holler, Ingrid smiling shoves the brunette aside. The bell rings and the ring announcer makes it official, “YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL….THE SWEDISH BIKINI TEAMER…INGRIND HALSTROM!”
The ViQueen climbs to her feet and allows Merle to raise her arm, the small blonde turned to all four sides of the ring. After the display Halstrom puts her hands on her knees and takes in deep breaths, the Bikini Teamer sees a concerned Isobel outside the ring. Halstrom gauges that the ‘assistant’ won’t be motionless much longer, which means the much smaller blonde that just went through a tough match needs to clear out before Lamont decides to cause some trouble.
It’s all good with the Swede, she’s not one for post match action in most cases anyways. Dropping down she rolls under the bottom rope on the opposite side of the ring and goes to the security railing slapping the extended hands of the FAWNatics. Halstrom then turns and heads up the ramp as she sees Isobel begin to move.
For a second it looks like Isobel is planning to chase the smaller woman and try to take some sort of revenge for her employer, but she quickly switches priorities when Zoë rolls over and lets out a groan. Lamont is up in the ring and by her side in a second, reaching out a hand to haul her up to sitting as Scott checks her nose and lip for blood. As soon as she realises that her boss is OK Lamont’s attention goes back to the celebrating Swede on the ramp…
…And that meant that she didn’t see the slap coming until it hit. Despite her slightly dazed state Zoë climbed up into a high kneel, wound back one arm and launched her open palm hard into her employee’s jaw. Isobel’s head turned and spun back in a second, her expression much more surprised than hurt, only for Zoë to swing the other arm round to tag a second stinging slap onto her cheek.
Isobel’s head turned away from the impact again, and this time she doesn’t turn back, staying completely still. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” the Oil Baroness screeches, “Your laziness and stupidity let that washed-up wannabe beat me! ME!”
Slowly rotating her head, Isobel took a breath, opened her mouth and received a third slap, although this time it didn’t move her an inch. “I DIDN’T TELL YOU TO SPEAK!” Zoë yelled at the top of her lungs. “I fed you, clothed you, and brought you all the way here on my coat tails to be my assistant. The means YOU!
ASSIST! ME!”
Both women seemed to be breathing slightly heavily, Zoë through anger and Bel because she was clearly trying to hang on to her temper. “There will be no more times when you stand idly by whilst I require your assistance” Zoë said, suddenly sounding much more like the businesswoman she claimed to be rather than the tantruming girl of a few seconds ago. “If such an incident occurs again you will be back on the streets within one hour, screwing hobos for nickels. Now go and get my bag.”
There was a long second before Isobel complied, but she had all her boss’s belongings ready by the time Zoë had unsteadily kneewalked to the ropes and slipped down off the apron. Scott snatched her sunglasses and put them on hastily to hide as much of her face as possible, then stalked off up the ramp, her assistant trailing in her wake and rubbing idly at the red marks on both cheeks.
The Hives "TICK TICK BOOM"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1M02bAWDFkI&ob=av2n
Ingrid pushes through the curtain, a ball of blonde motion. The blonde come out to a warm welcome from the FAWN crowd. The Swede is a huge fan favorite, her looks are just the beginning, Halstrom has shown herself to be a real battler even if she doesn’t always come out on top. Stopping at the top of the ramp Ingrid throws her arms in the air and when the next "BOOM" happens in the song the tiny Viking throws her arms down and loud pyro blasts boom on the sides of the stage.
The ring announcer makes the intro for the blondes, “Introducing first… she is 120 pounds of pure Swedish Sex appeal…From Halstad Sweden… Ingrid Halstrom!
Ingrid Halstrom
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Ingrid wears a blue bikini with yellow crosses on her breasts and matching bottoms, the flag of Sweden has never looked better. Her pads are black with Swedish flags on the knee pads. Halstrom’s long blonde hair is pulled back in a fighting ponytail, she looks ready for tonight’s battle.
The Swede dances down the aisle slapping the out stretched hands of the fans along the rails, at times stopping to dance with hips flying Ingrid works her way around the ring. Halstrom greets many of the fans, Ingrid stops short as she finds a fan has done a sign for her, excited Ingrid literally bounces as she reads, “The VIQUEEN will bury the Oil Baroness!”
Ingrid gives her supporter a big hug, which probably will lead to many more signs for next time, she then rolls under the bottom rope popping to her feet quick. Ingrid steps on the bottom rope leaning far over the top rope saluting the crowd, giving them an excellent view of her wonderful bosom.
Ingrid moves to her corner allowing Merle to check her pads and boots, even giving the lucky man a little shimmy as he does his job. Halstrom waits for the arrival of Jetsetter, the blonde stretching while she waits. The Swedish lightweight’s face scrunches up as she grows impatient waiting for the rookie’s arrival.
ALL OF THE LIGHTS
youtu.be/HAfFfqiYLp0?t=1m6s
Ingrid didn’t have to wait long. As the opener of Kanye West’s banger roared out of the speakers, every light in the building went off except for five roving spots which found their way to the top of the stage. Into that pool of light strode a honey-tanned figure, brown hair long and loose down her back and a pair of huge white sunglasses with an obvious Balenciaga logo covering her eyes. The impressive swell of her bosom was both contained and flaunted by a grey Calvin Kline-style sports bra, with matching bottoms displaying a few inches of golden derriere.
Zoë Scott bent down to brush an imaginary speck off the custom Jordan’s on her feet and then stood back up to ‘pop’ both her hands open at the crowds around her. Right on cue, the music and lights both went into overdrive, Zoë shimmying off down the ramp and giving a few little dance steps on the way, although she was careful to avoid getting too close to any of the crowd hands leaning over the barriers.
The lights came back on as Zoë reached the ring and hopped lightly up onto the apron. Before slipping between the ropes, the billionaire’s daughter removed her sunglasses and handed them backwards without looking. A hand appeared from nowhere to take them, and suddenly everyone in the crowd noticed that Scott’s assistant was there. She must have made her way down to the ring along with her employer, but without ever stepping into the spotlight.
Dressed in tight blue jeans and a strappy black top which couldn’t quite hide her insane curves, Isobel Lamont tucked those expensive shades into a shiny nude-coloured handbag she was carrying. The big blonde walked calmly over to an empty chair and sat down. Her boss paid no attention to this however. Instead Zoë was preening for the cameras, shaking out her hair, and giving disparaging glances at her next victim as she moved over to her corner.
ZOË SCOTT
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ISOBEL LAMONT
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Zoë settled back into the turnbuckle and had finally deigned to allow tonight’s referee Merle to check her pads and boots when she heard a voice from across the ring. “Hey newbie!” Ingrid gestured to Scott’s ‘assistant‘ at ringside and shouted “Who told you this was ‘bring your much hotter friend to work’ day? If you’re so scared to be out here alone I can go get Kolina and we’ll kick both your asses.”
“Sweetie, no one wants to see your old-ass partner any more than they care about you.” The fans at ringside let out a loud boo to show Zoë just how wrong she was, but the jetsetter carried on regardless. “These people came to see a superstar, not some washed out 70s cliché.”
Just as Scott finished speaking Merle finished his checks and gestured to the timekeeper. The bell sounded the official start of the match a second or two later, and Ingrid immediately strode out to the centre of the ring.
“You’ve got a pretty big opinion of yourself for someone who’s not strong enough to carry her own handbag to the ring,” the Sensational Swede snarled as Zoë stepped forward to meet her. “All I see is a girl with her daddy’s money and an ego problem. Around here you have to earn things for yourself.”
To illustrate this Ingrid pushed forward, chesting in to the arrogant brunette. For a second her white bikini pressed into the grey sports bra Scott had chosen for tonight, the fans immediately responding as the two bombshells jostled for position. Then the Jetsetter gave a little push with her left hand to make space and raised her right out wide to deliver a big arching SLAP square into the Bikini Teamer’s cheek!
The crowd let out a little ‘ooooh’ as Ingrid’s head snapped back round, her face furious. She quickly took half a step back and swung her own arm out in return, her palm catching Zoë’s jaw with an immensely satisfying CRACK which sent the rich girl staggering a little. Ingrid was going to follow up with a backhand, but held off as Scott stepped back a little and raised both hands high, a clear invitation for a test of strength.
“It’s a good job you made a career out of getting teenage boys to stare at your tits, ‘cos you slap like a two-dollar whore. But I have important things to do and I’m sure your shift at the strip club is starting soon, so how about we hurry up and show these slobs in the audience that I’m a much better woman than you.”
Ingrid had a response ready, but frankly she’d heard enough and fancied showing this mouthy bytch how wrong she was. She held both her hands high and then stepped in fast, her palms smacking into place and then her body barging into Zoë’s slightly bigger frame with a meaty ‘smeck’.
The Swede might have been giving away an inch of height and almost ten pounds in weight but she had a huge experience advantage, which she showed by jostling up onto her toes and pressing her torso down into Zoë’s. This extra leverage forced the Dubai Diva back a little, and she had no choice but to slide one foot back to brace herself.
Grunting with effort, Ingrid still managed to flash that stunning smile as she felt the younger woman being pressed backwards. “How’s that feel, new meat?” she crowed, “all that talk and you’re getting squashed like a buGGGGUHHHH!”
Not liking the feeling one bit, Zoë interrupted this missive by bringing her knee up to THWUMP heartlessly between the blonde’s legs. Ingrid let out a sob and abandoned the Test, bending forward to bring both hands down to massage her suddenly aching centre.
“Stay off the trunks Zoë!” Merle shouted, stepping inbetween them to give the shocked Swede a breather. Scott was too busy adjusting her top back into place to pay much attention, but she raised one hand and ‘popped’ a quick flashbulb sigil in his face to indicate how little she cared for his instructions. Then she shouldered past him and grabbed two handfuls of blonde hair.
Still bent forward from the low blow, Ingrid was helpless as Zoë used her hair as a lever to yank her down hard to the matt courtesy of a Sit-Out Facebuster. Landing on her tush was painful, but nothing like as bad as the face-first drop Ingrid experienced. The more experienced blonde got one hand up to check her hurting nose but could do no more as Zoë kept hold of her hair and used it to haul the discombobulated Bikini Teamer back to vertical.
Not giving her opponent a second to catch her bearings, Zoë spun to the side and switched her grip to the Swede’s arm, the Irish Whip sending the smaller woman charging towards the ropes. Ingrid turned her back at the last second to ‘bwung’ back at her and smoothly ducked under Zoë’s clumsy clothesline attempt. Hurtling past her, Ingrid gave herself another slingshot from the ropes and then left her feet, jumping into a flying Crossbody.
Most newbies would have panicked at the sight of Ingrid Halstrom catapulting at them, but Zoë had received the best training her family’s money could buy and that seemed to make up for the lack of experience. Leaning back, she looped her arms up around the flying Swede’s taut tummy and sent herself into a barrel roll, taking the smaller girl along for the ride in a buttery-smooth powerslam.
The second Zoë had recovered her equilibrium she leaned forward and pinned the blonde’s shoulders to the matt, Merle crouching and bringing his hand down for.
ONE
TW….
Ingrid kicked her legs up and used the momentum to drive her shoulders off the mat. She sat up quickly and pushed one leg out again, this time flicking up to catch Zoë in the chest and push her backwards. The Oil Baroness managed to tumble through the impact to end up on her haunches and stood up quickly as Halstrom did the same.
“Are you sure you’re rich, girl?” Ingrid spat, “cos you throw the cheapest shots I’ve ever seen!”. Zoë just snarled and lunged forward, trying for another lockup. But the Swede made the most of her smaller size, dodging nimbly to the side and flicking a low kick into the meat of Scott’s thigh.
The wet ‘smeck’ of her boot and the hiss of pain from Zoë’s lips were both music to the blonde’s ears. She was quickly firing out another kick, but this time with considerably less success. Scott’s hand snapped down and grasped tight onto her ankle, while the rest of her body pivoted to launch a big forearm into the suddenly stuck Swede’s décolletage.
With one leg still in the brunette’s grasp, Ingrid had no way of bracing herself against the blow. She toppled over backwards in a clumsy heap, one leg still out ad under Zoë’s control. And the Dubai Diva took full advantage, using that captive limb like a lever to roll the Swede onto her front, then twining her own legs around it and falling to the matt, both hands reefing on the blonde’s ankle.
ACHILLES LOCK:
youtu.be/6ucOMeWkL-o
“Aww, you can’t be thinking of quitting already babe?” Zoë crowed at the hurting bikini teamer. “I guess it might be hard to work a pole after I rip your foot off, but you can still make a living on your back!”
Zoë is surprising the FAWN crowd, her look wins some support, but a section of the FAWNatics are being won over by her skills. But her mouth and her attitude mean that a far larger portion of the crowd are on Ingrid’s side. Halstrom pushes up on her hands in push up position and twists her entire body over so she lands on her back, Scott begins to open her mouth, but the insult is cut off by the blonde’s boot slamming into the side of her head. Ingrid rolls free as soon as she feels the grip on her trapped ankle lessen. Zoë turns to her stomach and crawls away from the Bikini Teamer, Ingrid gets to her feet gently testing the ankle after a few steps the ViQueen bounces and shows no sign of problems.
“Going after the trunks and bra in the first minutes, you must really be worried rich girl.” Ingrid allows Zoë to get to her feet, the brunette shaking the cobwebs out as she glares at Halstrom. The Dubai Diva comes forward arms raised looking to lock up with the Swede, Ingrid shots her arms up to give Zoë the thought she was getting her way again, but the blonde dips swinging around Scott’s left side and wraps her arms around the brunette’s waist and squeezes her from behind. The Oil Baroness drops her hips to keep from being lifted off the canvas, but Ingrid also drops down and hooks her arms around Scott’s shins pushing into the back of her legs at the same time. The crowd cheer as Scott is dropped face first on the mat. The brunette got her arms up to save her face, but her large bosom hits hard.
The Bikini Teamer slides up the brunette’s body and hooks her arms under Zoë’s chickenwinging both arms. The crowd cheer as Ingrid looks out to them, the fans know what’s coming and pop even louder as Halstrom lifts up on her toes and flips her body over into a bridge trapping Scott in the Cattle Mutilation submission hold.
CATTLE MUTILATION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOVum62vQSo
Zoë’s feet kick the canvas as her arms are being pulled from their sockets and her huge boobs are pressed into the canvas, side boob bulging out. The ViQueen holds the submission hold testing the rookie’s resolve, Merle on hands and knees to Scott’s left asks, “What do you say Zoë? You want to give it up?”
The Dubai Diva turns her head to face him and grunts out, “No, Damnit! NO!”
Ingrid doesn’t plan to get Zoë’s submission with the Cattle Mutilation, unless the brunette has been rushed to FAWN and should be back in the Jungle. After thirty seconds Scott is still refusing to give up, and Ingrid grows tired of holding the bridge and drops down unhooking her arms. Zoë stays on the canvas, as the Swede rolls up to her feet moving back to the rookie. The Bikini Teamer leads Scott to the ropes, hooking her arms over the top rope. Zoë’s eyes go wide just before Ingrid lays in a big chop to the brunette’s cleavage, and another and another. The crack of flesh is followed by the Oil Baroness’s cry of pain as her skin takes on a pink glow.
“You want to play, that’s fine by me.” Ingrid says before she peels Scott off the ropes Irish whipping her across the ring. Boobs and brown hair bouncing as she runs the ropes Zoë hits the far cables returning to the awaiting blonde at mid ring. Ingrid ducks down catching the mouthy rookie on her shoulders and in one movement the ViQueen falls backwards slamming Scott into the thinly padded boards with a Samoan Drop. The ring ropes shake with the impact of the two lightweights Zoë crushed between boards and blonde as Ingrid reclines back on her opponent. Turning over to press her large breast into Zoë’s slightly bigger pair Halstrom takes the brunette’s arms by the wrist extending them above her head and goes for the pin.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Zoë is woozy, but she kicks her legs to the right and twists her body up off the mat with a full second to spare.
Scott sits up as the Bikini Teamer watches, Ingrid on her knees with her butt on her heels studies the rookie as Zoë leans on one elbow. Halstrom asks, “Having fun rookie?”
The uber confident Dubai Diva snaps back from the fog and rolls quickly away from the voice and pushes up to one knee before answering, “I’m going to make you pay Eurotrash!”
Both women pop back up to their full heights before circling again. As the circle tightens the two contrasting beauties raise arms and lock up cleanly, begin struggling for dominance. Scott tries bullying Halstrom backwards, but after gaining a few feet Zoë is caught leaning to far forward and Ingrid slips to the side and catches the brunette’s head as she passes. Scott curses as her face is pressed against Ingrid’s side boob in the headlock. A grinning ViQueen pulls the Dubai Diva around leading her back to the center of the squared circle.
Almost anyone in the cheering crowd would gladly trade places with Zoë at the moment, but the Oil Baroness is growing more frustrated. The brunette gets her hands on Ingrid’s wrist and pulls her grip apart and does a smooth well trained transitions into a hammerlock on the blonde. Now Ingrid is looking to escape as Scott pulls up on her limb putting Halstrom’s own hand against her back above the back strap of her top. Ingrid hisses in pain as Zoë gives the trapped arm a jerk causing Halstrom to slap at her own shoulder to keep blood going into the limb. The FAWNantics and Scott think the blonde is secured tightly, but in a blur Ingrid ducks down spins, twists and comes up behind the baffled brunette with a tight waistlock around Zoë’s middle. Without hesitation Ingrid pops her hips and lifts the rookie off the canvas and falls back dropping Scott on the back of her head with a speedy German Suplex.
The lights have to be exploding in Zoë’s brown eyes as the back of her head hits the canvas and her body flips over one and she rolls over to her back hands holding the back of her head. Ingrid scrambles back to her feet and heads to the ropes to Scott’s right, racing back the Bikini Teamer leaps flipping in mid air before she extends her legs. Face up on the canvas Zoë registers the shadow coming across her, but is unable to move as the ViQueen drops both extended legs down across the brunette’s chest and face.
The FAWNatics are nearing a pitched roar as Ingrid pops back up and heads towards the ropes. The Dubai Diva starts rolling away from Ingrid, and when Halstrom turns to hit the ropes she sees her opponent rolling under the far ropes. The Sensational Swede takes only a few steps coming to a stop as she looks at Merle asking, “Where’s the rookie going?”
Lamont is just off the ring apron and catches Zoë as she rolls off the apron and the big blonde stands Scott up holding her steady. Isobel supports the Oil Baroness while the brunette tries to regain some of her senses. In the ring Ingrid waves her arms and turns hitting the ropes she just came from and speeds back across the ring, at the last moment she goes into a baseball slide with both feet extended. Outside the ring, Zoë is not looking and Lamont is looking at Zoë, so neither see the ViQueen’s attack run until a boot hits each of them. Zoë is knocked to the arena floor, but the much bigger Isobel is barely moved, Ingrid pulls herself back into the ring to avoid the giant blonde’s wrath. Turning to Merle Ingrid points at the floored rookie, “Count her out.”
Merle nodded and turned to the recovering pile of Middle Eastern limbs out on the arena floor. “Get it back in the ring Zoë!” he said, then raised his voice considerably to shout “ONE!” loud enough to be heard throughout the arena. The crowd joined in happily, and he’d reached “THREE!” before Zoë had finished slapping at the floor covering in a frustrated tantrum.
By “FIVE!” she’d gestured to her assistant and got the big Texan to haul her back to her feet. She made a quick attempt at smoothing the tangles in her hair with one hand, and then turned to Merle and caught his eye, waving dismissively at the grinning ViQueen a few feet away.
“Make the cliché back off!” she demanded, Merle quickly shouting “SEVEN!” before turning away to move Ingrid back a little. The Swede seemed a little annoyed at being told what to do, but she was carrying all the momentum in the match was keen to make the most of that. Backing away, Ingrid offered a taunting grin and got a withering sneer in return as Zoë finally deigned to get back into the ring.
As soon as Scott had slipped her way through the ropes Ingrid was swarming forward again. The more experienced woman set off on a run and clearly had something nasty planned for Zoë, only to see the taller woman duck behind the referee at the last instant. Merle was suddenly on a collision course with the speeding Bikini Teamer, but his fears (or possibly desires) failed to come true as Ingrid pulled up just in time.
Ingrid quickly raised her hands to show that she hadn’t meant any harm, Merle mimicking the gesture with a big and slightly dopey grin spreading across his face. The nice moment was ruined by Zoë darting out from behind the referee and launching a big open-handed SLAP into Halstrom’s cheek. The Swede’s head was turned by the devious and unexpected strike and she stepped away a little in surprise.
After taking a second to check for blood on her lip, Ingrid began to turn back to take revenge on that nasty brunette and spun her face clean into the forearm smash Zoë had launched at her. This blow was a little more solid, driving her backwards again. Again the blonde took just a second to cool her annoyance at this arrogant rookie, and then turned the other way with a fist cocked and murder in her eyes.
Unfortunately for Bikini Team fans their idol had been a little too obvious about what she was planning. Zoë had time to take a step back to avoid that telegraphed blow, and then grasp the limb out of the air. Before Ingrid could stop her follow through the Oil Baroness had snaked her free arm around her neck and carried on spinning through, falling to her back to drop Halstrom’s neck into the matt at an awkward angle.
ARM TRAP NECKBREAKER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hrrcIbgMW4Y
The jarring impact caused Ingrid to try to rise straight back up to relieve some pressure on her neck, but Zoë made this almost impossible by keeping hold of her captured arm and yanking it out from under her. She used that arm as a lever to turn the little blonde over and spread herself across her, their two bountiful chests and flat tummies mashing together as Merle slapped his hand down for
ONE
TWO
Tnoooo
Ingrid bucked her legs up and pushed her shoulders off the mat, although one arm was still trapped in Zoë’s clutches. Before she could change that Zoë yanked the capture limb again. The Bikini Teamer rolled over onto her front to avoid another pin, but Zoë had something else in mind.
The Instagirl quickly scrambled on top of her smaller opponent, pulling that trapped wing into a high and tight grounded hammerlock. “Remember what I said I was gonna make you pay, bump-n-grind?” Zoë purred, her breath moist on Halstrom’s ear.
“I remember when you had a tantrum like a toddler!” Ingrid spat back, arching her back to prevent her boobs from being ground into the canvas and wriggling her torso in a vain attempt to break free. “Are you ready to start crying again now, baby, cos as soon as I’m back up you will bGAHHH!” Zoë gave a sharp jerk on the hammerlock, driving the blonde’s tits down into the mat and interrupting her words with a hiss of pain.
“I’m a businesswoman, bytch, not a two-dollar stripper. I make sure I get paid in full.” Zoë’s voice was purring now, but her face gave away a lot more anger. “You tried to hurt my arm earlier, so now I’m going to take yours.”
Bracing both her feet on the mat, the Desert Diva pushed up from her knees and showed impressive strength to haul the thrashing Swede upwards using only that nasty hammerlock. Ingrid tried to push away as soon as her feet were underneath her, but the bigger girl was having none of it. Chest heaving and shoulders straining, Zoë got her burden up and then stepped around in front to hook back around her neck. Once those grips were secure lifted up and backwards, taking the struggling Swede over into a jarring drop on her arm and shoulder courtesy of a hammerlock suplex.
The impact bounced Halstrom out of the hammerlock, and she quickly sat up and pulled that hurting wing in, cradling it and massaging the shoulder to get some feeling back. Zoë popped back up to her feet and launched a quick and nasty little kick into the shoulder she had targeted, drawing another light wail from Ingrid’s lips. “I told you it was time to pay, so now that arm belongs to me!”
To prove this point Zoë dived in and took yet another grip on the hurt limb, this time using it to press Ingrid back down onto the matt on her front. The Bikini Teamer’s boobs squashed sideways out of her top as she fought to get up, but the bigger brunet gave her no chance, squeezing the captured arm between her own legs and using her now free hands to hook a front facelock. As soon as her fingers met under Halstrom’s nose Zoë leaned back and put all of her power and weight into trying to separate the blonde’s neck from her shoulder.
ARM-TRAP CROSSFACE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XdFek-TVtkg
“How’s that feel you nasty cougar wannabe!” Zoë crowed, clearly loving the feeling of another victim squirming in her clutches. Merle seemed far more concerned, sliding in and quietly asking “what do you say, Ingrid, I can end this if you need it”
Ingrid was too busy trying to deal with this torture to give a verbal response, and even if she’d wanted to she had both of the Oil Baroness’s hands locked across her mouth. Instead she waggled a finger on her free hand furiously at the worried-looking ref and then concentrated on finding a way out. She looked for the ropes and quickly realised they were several feet away, a vast distance with 119lbs of Middle Eastern mean girl strapped to her back.
Zoë knew this too, and she was quick to point it out as soon as she realised the Bikini Teamer wasn’t trying to move. “No way you’re strong enough to get out of this, and even if you did I’d just be kicking your ass even more. Just give it up now and maybe you’ll still be able to work a pole. Come on blondie, give it AGGGHHH YOU NASTY BITCH”
Denied the sanctuary of the ropes, Ingrid had improvised, working her free hand up into the brunette’s facelock and digging her thumbnail deep into the pressure point on Scott’s wrist. The pain was far too much for Zoë, who let go with a yelp and rolled away, thinking of nothing but tending her stinging hand.
After a few minutes of her arm and neck being tortured Ingrid was ready to start putting the hurt back onto her opponent. She stormed over and took two handfuls of chestnut locks, the less experienced girl being forced to either stand up or be in need of an emergency weave. As soon as Zoë was standing, Halstrom hooked an arm around her neck and ran past, dragging the reluctant Instagirl along and then driving her DOWN with a bulldog!
Scott hit the mat chest first, her chest absorbing the impact before her face was roughly smashed into the thinly covered plywood. Suddenly seeing stars, she rolled over to her back, one hand blindly checking her nose for blood while the other massaged her hurting décolletage. Next to her, Ingrid popped to her feet and leaned straight forward over her, lifting up into a beautifully controlled handstand. She stayed upright for a second or two, toes pointed to the lights, then let herself drop forward into a gorgeously effective handstand splash.
This second impact square in the decolletage was enough to leave Zoë in a world of pain. Scrambling back to vertical, Ingrid decided that she liked the snobby girl a lot more when she was prone and moaning. To make sure that things stayed that way she charged off to the far ropes, turning to her back just as she reached them and…
…realising just a half-second too late that Isobel Lamont was standing right by this side of the ring. Halstrom realised her mistake just as she felt a strong hand reach out and grab her ankle from underneath the bottom rope and sending her toppling forward. Having thrown all of her weight into the rebound of the ropes she had no chance of countering against a much bigger girl with a stronger grip. But those well-honed ring reflexes gave her another option.
Where most girls would have fallen face first after the fixer’s interference, Ingrid instead threw herself forward into a graceful forward roll which let her escape Isobel’s grip and come up perfectly on her feet a short distance away. As the crowd launched into spontaneous applause she turned back to Lamont and gave a little taunting bow, noting that the ‘assistant’ didn’t seem the slightest bit bothered by her miraculous escape.
The reason for that became clear when Ingrid turned around. Zoë had used the seconds her assistant had bought for her to clear her head and get back to her feet. Now she sprinted forwards as fast as she could just as Ingrid turned. The Swede had no time to take any evasive manoeuvres, instead taking a vicious palm strike square in the forehead.
SHOWSTOPPER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CgsDpO6rkbE
The blow took Ingrid clean off her feet, ending up on her back rubbing at the sudden ache in her head. Zoë didn’t give the slightest acknowledgement to the favour her assistant had done her, or to the resounding boos from the crowd at this turn of events. Instead she put one foot on either side of the smaller woman and looked down with a sneer. “If you’re really too stupid to know when you should just give up, I’ll just have to put you to sleep” she sneered.
As soon as the last word left Zoë’s mouth she dropped her butt down hard into toned Swedish tummy, Halstrom involuntarily sitting up a little from the impact. As the slick of damp blonde hair was flicked over the Bikini Teamer’s face, Scott looped one arm around the back and lifted it up towards her chest. It looked like the setup for a classic FAWN breast smother, and the crowd quickly got a lot more enthusiastic when the rookie treated the hurting Swede to a few seconds of motorboat.
Zoë Scott was already becoming known for giving girls an enforced snooze in her cleavage, but sadly for the fans she didn’t seem quite ready for that just yet. Instead the Oil Baroness hooked an arm under the blonde’s chin and across her throat, leaning back into a guillotine choke which put pressure on the neck as well as constricting her windpipe. To make matters worse Zoë had also snaked her legs around Ingrid’s torso, her honey-tanned thighs squeezing into the ViQueen’s taut waist.
Merle kneels down behind Zoë, bending down to try to see Ingrid’s face as he asks, “You ok Ingrid? You want me to stop this?”
The Swede sticks an arm out and wags a finger his way indicating she’s not ready to give up yet. Merle looks over to the time keeper waving his arms, “She says No!”
Scott with her free hand reaches under Ingrid and gives her gurls some rough squeezes as she taunts, “Keep it up, and you won’t be making any tips tonight on the pole.”
The FAWNatics boo and jeer as Zoë continues to put the squeeze on the blonde in so many ways. If Scott had been playing by the rules during the match Ingrid would have worked on escaping the hold another way, but since the Desert Diva used more than a few FAWN tactics during the match Ingrid has no problem returning the favor as she grips the waistband of Zoë’s trunks and pulls them straight up. The Brunette rookie howls as her backside is bisected by her own shorts, Halstrom then slams a trio of palm strikes just above Zoë’s left hip that melt the Guillotine and Body scissors.
Ingrid pulls her head free and shoves the brunette backwards on to the canvas, the red faced ViQueen is breathing heavy, but claps her hands together above her head and brings a thunderbolt like double axe-handle down on to Zoë’s taunt abs. As the rookie groans holding her stomach Ingrid untangles herself from the sexy brunette and climbs to her feet.
Zoë rolls to her side and gently plucks the wedgie from between her cheeks. Ingrid’s tan body is covered in a layer of sweat as she walks around to the rookies head and slips her arms under Scott’s to pull her back up. Staying behind the Oil Baroness, the ViQueen takes her left arm and puts it around the rookie’s head from right to left so Zoë’s head is tucked under her arm while the brunette looks up at the ceiling. Halstrom only pauses a moment before falling backward, slamming the back of the Desert Diva’s head into the canvas with an Inverted DDT.
Inverted DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kzgBJwmzu14
The ring ropes shake from the impact and Ingrid is quick to scramble around on top of the dazed rookie. Fans notice the blonde giving Zoë a bit of her sweat damp décolletage to the face as Ingrid moves to cover the Oil Baroness. Merle as ever close at hand drops down as the Swede lifts the Dubai Diva’s leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Zoë bucks her hips and gets her should up with a half second to spare, as she turns to her side the brunette still looks a bit foggy though. Ingrid looks worn, her hair matted with sweat and the ponytail is frazzled. The ViQueen gets to her boots and walks around to Zoë’s back and stomps down with a boot on the brunette’s hip. The Rookie takes more than a dozen stomps, Halstrom makes sure to land each boot on a different part of the brunette’s curvy body. The FAWNatics cheering as the Swede reaches down taking Scott by the wrist and shoulder and pulls her back to vertical.
The Dubai Diva shoves the slightly smaller blonde away and in a flash lashes a chop across the blonde’s ample bosom. The Bikini Teamer winces, but she strikes back at Zoë’s own décolletage drawing a yelp from the rookie. As if remembering Scott’s earlier attacks Halstrom shoves the brunette back into the ropes and pulls her arms away from the her chest, Now the FAWNatics are really cheering as Ingrid unleashes a half dozen chops to the brunette’s big bust. Isobel comes around to the side of the ring the action is taking place, but she’s too late as Ingrid grabs Zoë by the wrist and shoulder Irish Whipping her across the ring. Lamont tries reaching in and grabbing Halstrom’s ankle again, but the smaller blonde is just too quick as she follows after Scott.
The ViQueen waits for Zoë to return at mid ring, she simply puts a boot into the brunette’s stomach stopping her in her tracks. Halstrom takes the Oil Baroness’s offered head in a front facelock and quickly flips the brunette’s near arm over her shoulders and grabs a handful of trunks at Zoë’s hip. Ingrid snaps the rookie into the air and turns with her as she passes the apex and the Swede sits out as Zoë lands between the blonde’s out stretched legs. The Runeslam leaves Scott sprawled on the canvas, Ingrid hooks her legs over the rookie’s arms and palms Zoë’s breast pressing them down to keep her on the canvas.
RUNESLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4zuV69j523g
Merle makes the count, Ingrid nodding her head and the crowd counting along.
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
At the final moment Zoë kicks free, the crowd groans and Ingrid looks surprised. Outside the ring Isobel gives a sigh of relief as her charge kicks out.
Ingrid climbs to her feet and reaches down pulling the sputtering Dubai Diva up, she guides Zoë’s head between her thighs. The ViQueen bends down wrapping her arms around Scott’s honey tan tummy and lifts inverting the rookie. Scott’s arms and hair hang down, Ingrid steps over the brunette’s right arm and then her left. The crowd cheer seeing the blonde sitting up her Valkyrie Finisher. Outside, Lamont doesn’t seem to know what to do as she paces back and forth, only stopping when Ingrid leaps forward and slams Zoë into the thinly padded boards chest and face first.
VALKYRIE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4t4bze0A324
The FAWNatics cheer, and Isobel buries her hands in her hair but can’t do much else, too worried about her employer being DQ’ed if she interferes. Ingrid keeps a close watch on her as she uses her legs to help turn the brunette over, Scott’s eyes fluttering and unfocused. Merle is there, and the Fans count along again as Ingrid plants her hands on the up turned backside of the rookie.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
The crowd claps and whoop and holler, Ingrid smiling shoves the brunette aside. The bell rings and the ring announcer makes it official, “YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL….THE SWEDISH BIKINI TEAMER…INGRIND HALSTROM!”
The ViQueen climbs to her feet and allows Merle to raise her arm, the small blonde turned to all four sides of the ring. After the display Halstrom puts her hands on her knees and takes in deep breaths, the Bikini Teamer sees a concerned Isobel outside the ring. Halstrom gauges that the ‘assistant’ won’t be motionless much longer, which means the much smaller blonde that just went through a tough match needs to clear out before Lamont decides to cause some trouble.
It’s all good with the Swede, she’s not one for post match action in most cases anyways. Dropping down she rolls under the bottom rope on the opposite side of the ring and goes to the security railing slapping the extended hands of the FAWNatics. Halstrom then turns and heads up the ramp as she sees Isobel begin to move.
For a second it looks like Isobel is planning to chase the smaller woman and try to take some sort of revenge for her employer, but she quickly switches priorities when Zoë rolls over and lets out a groan. Lamont is up in the ring and by her side in a second, reaching out a hand to haul her up to sitting as Scott checks her nose and lip for blood. As soon as she realises that her boss is OK Lamont’s attention goes back to the celebrating Swede on the ramp…
…And that meant that she didn’t see the slap coming until it hit. Despite her slightly dazed state Zoë climbed up into a high kneel, wound back one arm and launched her open palm hard into her employee’s jaw. Isobel’s head turned and spun back in a second, her expression much more surprised than hurt, only for Zoë to swing the other arm round to tag a second stinging slap onto her cheek.
Isobel’s head turned away from the impact again, and this time she doesn’t turn back, staying completely still. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” the Oil Baroness screeches, “Your laziness and stupidity let that washed-up wannabe beat me! ME!”
Slowly rotating her head, Isobel took a breath, opened her mouth and received a third slap, although this time it didn’t move her an inch. “I DIDN’T TELL YOU TO SPEAK!” Zoë yelled at the top of her lungs. “I fed you, clothed you, and brought you all the way here on my coat tails to be my assistant. The means YOU!
ASSIST! ME!”
Both women seemed to be breathing slightly heavily, Zoë through anger and Bel because she was clearly trying to hang on to her temper. “There will be no more times when you stand idly by whilst I require your assistance” Zoë said, suddenly sounding much more like the businesswoman she claimed to be rather than the tantruming girl of a few seconds ago. “If such an incident occurs again you will be back on the streets within one hour, screwing hobos for nickels. Now go and get my bag.”
There was a long second before Isobel complied, but she had all her boss’s belongings ready by the time Zoë had unsteadily kneewalked to the ropes and slipped down off the apron. Scott snatched her sunglasses and put them on hastily to hide as much of her face as possible, then stalked off up the ramp, her assistant trailing in her wake and rubbing idly at the red marks on both cheeks.