Post by bigfan on May 7, 2017 1:55:25 GMT
Just as the FAWNattics start to get a little restless waiting for the first Spring Break title match of the night, the sound system booms to life.
The Heavy's "Oh No Not You Again" revving up is greeted with a chorus of boos as Trisha Belle poses for a second at the top of the ramp, then struts down toward the ring, holding a microphone and dressed in her ring gear, despite not being on the schedule for tonight's events.
The Minnesota Mauler effortlessly slides into the ring, smiling at the mixture of jeers and cheers from the crowd who mostly hate her.
TRISHA BELLE:
"You know, I noticed two things about tonight's Pay-Per-View that I didn't like one bit." she starts, all but enjoying having to talk over such a rowdy crowd. "One, I wasn't on it! And two, one of the titles wasn't up for grabs either. But since FAWN has seen it in their infinite wisdom to allow Miss Erika Eisenberg to take on any and all challengers for the Intercontinental Championship, I think I'm going to kill two birds with one stone, and maybe, after I wipe Eisenberg off of my boots we'll have a half way decent champion carrying that belt." Another chorus of boos follow this insult.
"In other words, Erika, I want to see you're overrated ass walk down that ramp and either take the beating that's due for you or give me one good reason you've been sitting on your ass for so long.
And as if on cue, no sooner than the last smug sentence leaves Trisha's lips, the lights were cut and the sound system kicks in again.
Eisenberg's music pulsed as the Intercontinental champ stood at the top of the ramp, microphone in hand, ready to retort.
The statuesque blonde is dressed in her fighting attire, a dark tan snake skin top and matching shorts, with knee high boots of the same style, she wears elbow length gloves. Around her waist is 10 pounds of gold and leather in the form of the IC championship belt. Erika waits until her music fades to raise the mic, the pause is starting to become uncomfortable as the FAWNatics and Belle wait for the blonde to speak.
ERIKA EISENBERG:
Eisenberg waits a bit longer before simply saying, “You’re On.”
The long legged German strolls down towards the ring, she unbuckles the IC belt and hands it off before she climbs the ring steps and stands on the ring apron as the FAWNatics continue to cheer. Neither of these women are normally fan favorites, but this bout promises to be one of those crazy FAWN matches where the fans will enjoy the carnage.
Erika slips into the ring, Trisha doesn’t wait for the bell or a referee, Belle slams a heavy forearm down across the blonde’s back as she enters the ring. The jump start is cut off though as Erika fires a fist into the brunette’s stomach backing her off. Eisenberg stands up right and wraps both hands around Belle’s throat marching her back across the ring stuffing Trisha into the turnbuckles. A referee comes running from the back and slides into the ring waving an arm to get them to ring the bell.
DING…DING…DING…
Now that things are official the referee orders Erika to stop choking Trisha and get her out of the corner. The German yanks her hands from around Belle’s throat, the challenger sinks down into the corner rubbing her throat. Eisenberg snatches the brunette’s wrist whipping her across the ring, Trisha’s long legs cover the distance quickly and she turns taking the pads to the back. The Minnesota Mauler’s jaw drops as she looks up and sees Erika leaping already, her arm cocked back. The champ slams a forearm into Trisha’s chest rocking her again.
The woman that stormed through FAWN, bullying her way to this title shot is now less than a minute in her desired championship match and Belle already sags in the corner looking shell shocked.
Kept breathless by Erika's enthusiastic attacks, Trisha slumps a bit in the corner, looking very much like the Minnesota Mauler may have bitten off more than she could chew, or at least severely underestimated Eisenberg's considerable talent in defending the belt for so long. Maybe it was no wonder challenges seemed so few and far between lately for the IC title, maybe Erika was just that damn good.
But that sober thought passes quickly as Trisha realizes its do or die now, no going back. She needs to match Erika blow for blow now, or the Minnesota Mauler's dreams for FAWN gold will end here.
Trisha digs deep and does what any respectable FAWN girl would do in this situation, she cheats. As Erika grabs a fistful of Belle's dark brown hair, the manipulative Minnesotan girl swings both hands up suddenly, gouging each of the German girl's eyes with stiff thumbs.
Erika screams angrily as she's blinded and the ref is about call the brunette out on her cheap tactics, but Trisha doesn't even stop long enough to hear them. Instead, Belle wraps her arms around the blonde's waist and rushes them across the ring, slamming Erika's back to the opposite turnbuckles to even the playing field, adding a knee to Eisenberg's abs for good measure.
And just like that, the two women's roles are reversed, Trisha standing up with a huff as Erika slumps into the ropes for support after having the wind knocked out of her pretty harshly.
"I bet you thought I'd be a pushover, huh?" Trisha brags, "You aren't as tough as you present yourself."
With that, Erika falls to her knees and throws an arm up between Trisha's legs for a low blow, bringing the Minnesota Mauler to her knees as well.
"I could say the same about you." Eisenberg retorts. "But I know how to fight dirty two."
The blonde then wraps her arms around Belle's ribs for a bear hug. Trisha gasps and grimaces, but encircles her arms around Erika, trying to match and exceed the IC champ's power, the two women engaging in a battle of strength with dueling bear hugs.
The two women remain entangled in the double embrace as they work back up to their feet. Belle pushes Eisenberg back against the ropes, but before the referee can step in Erika rolls them along the ropes now pushing Belle into the strands. As the ref repeatedly calls for the two women to break the hold, they roll along the ropes trading places until they hit the corner where Erika shoves Trisha against the pads. Still no break as Trisha turns Erika and blonde and brunette roll down along the second rope to the next corner.
Trisha has Erika pressed into the turnbuckles this time, but the German unlocks her bearhug and jams a thumb into Belle’s eye. Now it’s Trisha that hisses in pain and turns holding a hand over her watering eye. The big Minnesotan walks out into the ring slightly bent over, Eisenberg shoves past the referee diving at the back of Trisha’s right leg. The chop block buckles the brunette’s leg, causing Belle to cry out and collapse to the canvas.
The referee tries again to establish some authority in the match up, but again Erika pushes him aside as she stands. The German Python backs into the ropes and then comes back and drops a knee into the challenger’s spine. The champ stands again moving down to the leg she chopped earlier and lifts the right leg by the ankle. Trisha is forced to roll over on to her back as Eisenberg holds the long limb up and begins putting boots to hammies. Trisha howls in pain with each kick and scoots back until she’s able to reach above her head and grab on to the bottom rope.
The official at least shows his persistence on enforcing the rules and begins to count Erika to a break, but the blonde stomps her boot down on Trisha’s crotch at the Five count. The referee finally gets physical pushing the big blonde back, pointing a finger at Erika, “I will DQ you Erika, don’t make me.”
Pushing her blonde locks back Erika snaps, “Fine.”
The challenger struggles to her feet and is met by a fired up champ with a knee lift to the gut. The German then takes the Minnesotan by the wrist and shoulder whipping her across the ring. Trisha’s leg nearly gives out, but she rights herself and turns hitting the strands speeding back towards the awaiting champ. Closing in, both girls raise a boot and, thinking alike, slam that big boot into the other woman’s bosom. Both Erika and Trisha are sent sprawling to the canvas after the nasty double big boot.
The two ladies are both left laid out flat, chests heaving. But Trisha knows Erika is still fairing better than her, so the Minnesota Mauler decides her best option is to play possum.
Eisenberg slowly gets up while Trisha stays on her back. Erika grabs a fistful of the brunette's locks, dragging Belle up to shaky legs and scoffs, "Not so cocky now, huh? Are you regretting this little challenge of yours yet, Belle?"
With that Trisha drops the act and just says, "Not quite yet." Then Belle grabs Erika by the back of her head firmly before sitting out, dragging the blonde with her for a face first impact with the top of Trisha's dome, laying Erika out again with a loud groan.
Without hesitation the Minnesotan throws herself onto Erika for an old school beatdown, fists raining down on Eisenberg so hard and fast, the blonde can't block more than half the blows, some landing squarely on her cheeks and chin, rattling her more and more. Trisha continues the assault like a woman possessed until the ref closes in.
"Hey, Trisha, no closed fists!"
Belle whips her head to look at him with a nasty gaze of disgust and disbelief, but doesn't quite protest, instead she stops punching the now slightly dazed German girl and instead slides three fingers in between Erika's lips, under her tongue, latching on a firm mandible claw.
"There. Better? No more closed fists." she says sarcastically.
A sick gurgling sound comes from the champ as Belle works the mandible claw, but as the brunette rises up to put more pressure on the blonde’s gullet Erika rams her knee up into the challenger’s undercarriage. The first one loosens the pressure on the mandible claw, the second sends Trisha rolling to the side her hands wedged between her thighs tending to the pain radiating from her center.
Eisenberg rubs her jaw as she works it out, all while Belle curls on the canvas, her knees pulled up. The referee pointlessly adds, “Watch the low blows Erika.”
The glare of the blonde’s eyes backs the man up a few steps, the message being that his only purpose will be to count three or signal for the bell in her mind is very clear.
Trisha crawls towards the ropes, the big brunette growling as she drags herself closer to the strands. The champ catches the Minnesotan before she reaches the cables and stomps down on the center of Trisha’s back. Erika then begins to stomp the brunette’s backside, hammys, calves, then turns back up her body until her last stomp is to the back of the downed woman’s head.
The German snake woman reaches down grabbing a handful of chocolate colored locks and hooks her other arm under Trisha’s armpit and pulls the big girl up. Stunned Belle falls back into the ropes as Erika shoves her and delivers a loud ringing chop to Trisha’s cleavage. The American’s face is pinched in pain, but she doesn’t have any time to recover before Eisenberg whips her across the ring with an Irish whip. Long legs carry Belle across the ring quickly, but Erika is there waiting as the brunette rebounds off the ropes. With little show of strain Erika dips down putting a shoulder into Belle’s tummy and lifts the Minnesota Mountain on to her shoulders and walks to the center of the ring.
The FAWNatics oooh and aaah as Erika shows off her strength, with Trisha’s arms and legs dangling and her head drooped she looks like a sack of potatoes draped across Eisenberg’s shoulders. The blonde begins to turn, slowly at first, but picking up speed with each revolution as she gives the challenger a ride on the Airplane Spin. Its hard to count the number of spins Erika makes before slamming on the breaks and sending Trisha spinning off her shoulders to a crash landing with the thinly padded plywood. Trisha lands face first on the mat, but the impact bounces her up and she flips over landing the second time on her back.
As the blonde moves towards Trisha there is a little wobble in Erika’s gait, but she falls atop the challenger dropping all of her weight down across Belle’s chest. Pulling a long leg up into the air Erika goes for the cover.
ONE…
TWO…
NOOO.…
Belle's leg snaps to the mat, her shoulder shifting off the canvas with the ref's hand inches from the three count. Erika shifts uncomfortably atop the brunette, her mixed feelings about the kick out showing only in a slight, "Hmmmph." from the champion. Eisenberg just drags the brunette up to her feet and flings her to the corner, Trisha's back slamming into the turnbuckle, leaving her slumped in the corner. Erika closes in and delivers one, two, three chops to the Minnesotan's chest, forcing her to slump further in her position. Finally, Erika grabs two fistfuls of Belle's brunette locks, preparing to throw her out of the corner by the hair, but Trisha latches her own hands onto the sides of Eisenberg's skull as she's sent down to the mat and lands on her knees, landing an impromptu headbutt to try and even the score a bit.
The German girl falls back, taking Trisha's place in the corner now, arms draped over the top rope as she tries to shake the daze just inflicted on her. Belle charges as soon as she's ready, slamming a shoulder into Erika's ribs for a corner spear that gets a loud "OOMPFFF!" from Eisenberg. The brunette keeps the pressure on, climbing to the second rope, the drooping blonde's face near her navel as she grabs a handful of golden locks and begins throwing hard punches down onto Erika's head to keep her controlled. After three hard shots however, Erika stirs, finding her footing and standing up, her shoulders under Trisha's legs, she stands with Belle now sitting on her shoulders, still throwing punches to try and stop the powerful blonde from rallying, but Eisenberg grabs the waistband of Trisha's shorts, looking ready to deliver a Powerbomb to the Minnesota Mauler.
Eisenberg takes a few steps out of the corner, her powerful legs quivering as she carries the huge load out of the corner. Trisha continues hammering right hands down on Erika’s skull trying to keep the German from powerbombing her into oblivion. After five steps Erika slowly begins to lean backwards, and Belle rapid fires four or five more punches into the German’s skull until Eisenberg can no longer remain upright. Trisha rides the blonde down to the canvas her ass landing on Erika’s bosom. The Minnesota Mauler sits atop the blonde reaching back to pull up one of Erika’s long legs in hopes of being the new IC champion.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Erika lifts Trisha off her chest and shoves her to the side rolling herself over in the process. Belle ends up near the ropes and uses them to climb back to her feet, while Eisenberg is slower to get back on her boots. This allows the American to move in and pulls the blonde’s head between her strong thighs in a standing head scissors. Belle reaches down Erika’s back grabbing the waist band of her trunks pulling them up the blonde’s back as she drops down on her own backside, spiking the champ with a wedgie piledriver.
Trisha waves the referee back as he starts to come forward to prepare for the brunette to go for a cover. The Minnesota Mauler helps herself to a dual handful of sweat matted blonde hair lifting Erika back on to rubbery legs. Belle not knowing if Eisenberg would stay up right for it Irish whips her into the ropes, Trisha watches as Erika stumbles, but stays up right and hits the cables and rebounds towards her. Belle just lifts a long leg and puts her boot right into the blonde’s mug, sending Erika into a spinning crash into the canvas. Trisha breathing heavy pushes sweat soaked locks out of her face as she now turns and heads for the ropes herself. The cables sag as the Minnesota Mountain hits them and races back to the prone blonde, Trisha leaps extending her legs in mid air looking to crash two tree trunk like thighs down across Erika’s boobs and face.
The only problem turns out to be a moving target as Erika isn’t a dazed as she let on and Trisha slams butt first into the thinly padded boards. Trisha cries out in pain as a hand goes to her tailbone to tend to the tingling unpleasant sensation running up her spine. Eisenberg is left to crawl to the ropes and climbs to her feet with the aid of the strands as Trisha slowly recovers. This time it’s Erika in the lead and when she arrives at Trisha she presses palms to both sides of the brunette’s head and lifts her slightly before her right arm cuts upward like a scythe and claps the European Uppercut on the American’s jawline. Trisha wavers, her arms windmilling, but the Champ isn’t done. Erika cups the back of Trisha’s skull pulling her head down and “THWACKS!” a second European uppercut into the brunette’s chin. This time Trisha is sent reeling backwards and falls into the ropes.
Trisha luckily doesn’t get caught up in the ropes, but her arms are over the top rope and her legs barely hold her upright. Eisenberg grinning wickedly walks up and lifts her boot driving it right into the challenger’s womanhood. Trisha cries out in pain, but it’s cut off as Erika chops Trisha’s big tits with a loud “SMECK” and then follows up with two more. The referee orders Erika back, but he is ignored as Erika steps back and drives another boot between the brunette’s thighs. This time though it works against the German as Trisha tumbles through the ropes and to the floor below.
Landing flat on her back, the impact with the floor has the brunette roll to her side, arching her back painfully with a slight shriek of agony. Erika climbs out right behind her opponent, jumping down to the floor and grabbing Belle by the hair, forcing the Minnesota Mauler to her feet. With little effort Eisenberg whips Trisha into the steel steps at the corner of the ring. Belle tumbles into the metal harshly, her shoulder taking the brunt of the impact, as she lets out another scream, not appearing like the usual powerhouse she normally presents herself as in the ring.
The ref calls out from the ring, "Come on, Erika, this isn't a falls count anywhere match! Take it back into the ring!" he says, trying to keep some sort of order and control over the proceedings. Erika just shoots him a nasty glare and charges toward Trisha, who is now leaning against the steel steps as she tries to stand. Erika bends down and charges forward for a spear, but Belle rolls out of the blonde's path at the last second, Eisenberg's shoulder slamming into the harsh metal structure before she crumples to the floor.
Belle grabs the blonde's long, golden locks, dragging her up for more, but Erika responds with a surprise hook that connects directly with the Minnesota Mauler's navel, surprising Trisha enough to force the air from her lungs and double the brunette over. Erika throws another punch to keep Trisha reeling, but Belle thrashes back, still holding Erika by the hair and tries to slam Eisenberg face first into the nearby steps to cut the blonde's retaliation short.
The ref, almost powerlessly, shouts to the scrapping amazons, "Hey, girls, come on! Bring it back into the ring! Or I WILL count you out!" Belle sighs, feeling she's finally taken a firm advantage over Erika, "Just a minute!" she shouts to the official, almost playfully, before swinging Erika's head into the steps a second time for good measure. Only then does the Mauler roll Eisenberg back into the ring, following her opponent under the bottom rope, and laying an arm over the blonde's chest for an exhausted pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THR---NOO!
The ref's hand hovers just over the canvas as Erika rolls to her side, raising her shoulder all on instinct. Trisha grimaces, balls a fist and hits the mat in frustration, screaming in disbelief that the match isn't over. "COME ON!"
The two Amazons are both worn and battered, Trisha sits on the canvas with hands between her extended legs and Erika crawls towards the ropes climbing up the strands to return to her feet. Belle pushes up to her feet stalking over towards Eisenberg as she leans against the ropes. Trisha comes in sideways and unleashes a flesh cracking chop to the blonde’s bustline. The Minnesota Mauler breathing heavy pushes Erika back upright and lines up another wicked chop, but this time the blonde ducks out of the way and Trisha falls into the ropes.
The German superwoman spins around and greets the brunette with a cleavage chop that drops Belle to her knees. Erika hooks her arms under the brunette’s armpits lifting her back up, the pair locked in a clinch as Eisenberg leads them out into the ring. The Python Powerhouse constricts her strong arms around the brunette’s torso squeezing in a breath stealing bearhug. Trisha’s head falls back as she groans in pain and gasps for air. The Python champ looks to have the challenger trapped and the slow constriction will sap the strength of even the Minnesota Mauler will fade into another successful defense of the Intercontinental Title.
Trisha’s head falls forward on to the blonde’s shoulder as she begins to fade, the referee watches close and asks Belle if she wants to submit. The brunette croaks out a soft “no” which earns her a shake from the blonde’s strong arms and a fresh moan of pain from the challenger. Trisha lifts her head and summons her failing reserves and raises her arms on either side of Erika’s head and thunderclaps the blonde, one, twice, three times before the Python Powerhouse’s arms melt away. Trisha collapses to the canvas as Erika staggers away holding the sides of her head.
After a moment both women stand and rush towards each other both slamming a big forearm to the side of the others head. Trisha and Erika sway for a moment and both fall to the canvas. The referee watches the two redwoods fall, he checks on both women and then begins to count both women out,
ONE…TWO…THREE…FOUR…
Erika rolls to her stomach and pushes to all fours…FIVE…
Trisha starts to work her way back up as well…SIX…
Trisha reaches her boots first, but Erika is only a beat behind, both sway as the match goes on.
The two amazons stagger toward each other on unsure feet. Trisha throws the first punch, aiming for Erika's jaw, but the Minnesota Mauler's exhaustion is catching up with her and the fist falls lower than expected, slamming into Eisenberg's left breast. This still staggers Erika, but she responds with her own hard hook that slams into Belle's ribs. Both girls' knees wobble but don't buckle. Erika swings higher, going for a left haymaker to Trisha's cheek, but the Minnesota Mauler has the Python Powerhouse's number now and ducks the telegraphed punch rushing in to deliver a knee to the gut.
Erika doubles over from the swift knee to the midsection and Trisha takes the advantage, locking in a headlock around Eisenberg's neck and falling back to drive the blonde into the mat with a DDT. Erika is left flat on the canvas. Belle rolls the downed powerhouse over and hooks the leg to claim her new title.
ONE!
TWO!
THR... NOO!
The ref's hand once more hovers mere centimeters from the mat as Trisha turns in disbelief.
"WHAT?!"
The official just says, "Its not over!" and points to the bottom rope, Erika's free leg is draped heavily over the cord to save her championship.
The now livid Minnesota native drags the German champ toward center ring by a fistful of hair, then sits down, pulling the champ into her lap and putting Eisenberg's head in the crook of her arm as she locks in a dragon sleeper.
"No way out of this one!" Trisha gloats. The ref approaches Erika, checking for a tap, the hold chokes off any verbal yes or no answer, but when the ref asks the blonde for a submission, Eisenberg shakes her head, or rather shifts it slightly in Belle's tight squeeze.
Trisha just smiles, "Give up or not, I'm winning the IC Championship here and now!" as she jerks the Powerhouse Python in the hold.
Erika thrashes and kicks, her nails digging into Trisha's bicep and tricep as her boots kick at the mat, but the Minnesota Mauler puts all of her remaining strength into wrenching at the choke hold variation, and soon her hands can barely hold on to Trisha's arm, her boots shift and scuff at the canvas almost lazily, and any verbal sign of distress has deteriorated into an unintelligible light moan or hum from the German powerhouse. The ref approaches to check Erika's arm, lifting it once... and it drops to the mat. Twice... and it falls again. A third time Eisenberg's hand is raised and Erika SOMEHOW finds the will to hold her arm aloft.
But any sense the crowd gets of some fight left in the Python Powerhouse is almost immediately snatched away when Trisha just huffs sarcastically, "Oh, this one's a fighter. I'll give her that." And flexes and jerks her arm to constrict the hold further on Eisenberg's neck. The champ's hand immediately falls once more and Belle scoffs, "Check her again."
This time there isn't any suspense. The ref lifts Erika's arm and it flops in his grip like a dead fish, falling to the mat
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
The bell rings as Trisha is handed the IC Title belt and her arm is raised. "The winner of this match, and your NEW Intercontinental Champion. TRISHA BELLE!"
Trisha doesn't even leave her kneeling position. She pulls the belt close and kisses it, huffing from the hard fought battle. She looks to the corner, thinking Erika should serve as another example to the rest of the roster, another FAWN girl who made the mistake of underestimating Trisha Belle, but the Minnesota Mauler is exhausted and doesn't see herself dragging Eisenberg's dead weight up for any top rope maneuvers. Instead, she grabs the blonde by the hair, slowly getting to her feet and forcing the now former champ up, placing the blonde's head between her legs, setting up a Belle Toll, placing the IC belt right where Erika's face will slam into it. The ref tries to stop the excessive behavior, but Trisha finishes the setup of her finisher as she hooks Eisenberg's arms with her own and without any hesitation, the Minnesota Mauler hops up as high as she can go with Erika locked between her legs and falls to her knees.
Eisenberg's face and chest meet the wide face of the belt and the German's already limp body shudder's slightly before settling into a knelt position that leaves Erika's face and knees on the mat and her ass sticking up in the air.
Belle looks at the angry ref with a sarcastic shrug, "What? I'm not allowed to celebrate?!" she scoffs.
Trisha then lifts her KO'd rival by the hair to take back her belt, but then sees a Gladiatrix photographer prepping for a post match photo. "Wait, I've got a pose for you!" Trisha blurts, wanting her spread this month to be perfect. And after another second, Trisha re-positions herself for the photo, kneeling with a fistful of blonde hair in one hand, holding a still unconscious Eisenberg up for the picture, and the newly attained IC belt in the other. "Now that's your money shot!" Trisha exclaims excitedly, sticking her tongue out playfully for the photo.