Post by bigfan on Jun 8, 2017 22:29:00 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Winter Park, Florida… She stands five feet eight inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and twenty-four pounds, ladies and gentlemen, would you please welcome... ALLLLLLIIISSSOOONNN ADDDIIISSSOOONNN!!!!!
The speakers pump out a heavy industrial beat, but one with a decided twinge of pop as Porcelain and the Tramps’ “The Neighbor” pumps over the sound system, and that’s the FAWNatics’ cue to get to their feet and jeer to their hearts’ content. When a lithe, limber, leggy and utterly bewitching fair skinned redhead pushes past the curtains, some cheers begin to reassert themselves amid the crowd’s response.
ALLISON ADDISON:
Allison Addison sports a teal “one piece" that struggles to meet that designation. The bust area is surprisingly well-covered, denying even a hint of cleavage but perfectly accentuating her assets. The spandex bares her shoulders, but runs up to her neck, forming something of a collar. The garment similarly stretches downward in an arrow, exposing plenty of skin on her left and right flanks, before fanning out toward her hips to hug her hindquarters.
And upon Allison’s tush are emblazoned three symbols, two of which are fairly obviously recognized as letters of the Greek alphabet. Less obvious to those not versed in fraternity and sorority culture is WHICH letters they are, specifically “Phi” and “Theta.” The third symbol -- a straight line with another line posed above it at a 45 degree angle, and between those two lines three squiggly figures -- represents a tapping hand and the heretofore unknown letter “Tappa.”
Addison doesn’t so much strut or saunter down the aisle as she does simple dance toward the ring, moving and gyrating in time to her musical accompaniment--but consciously positioned smack dab in the middle of the aisle the whole way, too far for any spectator to reach out and touch her. Reaching ringside, Allison jumps to take a seat on the edge of the apron, her back to the ropes. Climbing to her feet swiftly, the redhead strolls toward the far ringpost, stopping just past midway there. In one fluid motion, Addison swings her left left through the gap between the middle and top rope, hooking the cable with her knee and leaning back to drape herself across the rubber coated steel.
Raising her left hand to grab the top rope, Allison brings her right hand up over her face, waggling a reproachful finger at the jeering, whistling masses. She then adds her right hand to secure her grip on the top rope, and once steadied, the leggy redhead swings her luscious right stem into the air, similarly hooking the uppermost cable against the pit of her knee. Addison’s left leg then joins her right, scissoring the top rope as she swings her back to hover over the floor. She releases her hands from the cable, but just long enough to reposition herself. Claiming the rope again, her left foot settles down inside the ring first, followed by her right, Allison finally arching her back deeeeeep to draw her upper body through the cables.
The rookie takes one step away from the ropes before striking a pose: right foot positioned a little in front of her left, her back remaining slightly arched to put her bosom and bust on full display, her left hand resting against her hip as her right hand flies upward, coming to a stop just above the crown of her skull, elbow cocked, palm open. A few more cheers work their way into the mix, but the majority of the FAWNatics continue to boo.
Having come so close and yet oh so far in her bid for penthouse superiority against the Raven, the redhead looks to get back on the winning track at the expense of one of the most recent newcomers to FAWN. When the brass had told her that her latest would-be victim was considered heir apparent to the sensational London wrestling legacy, Allison laughed and laughed and laughed. When she had realized that the front office was being serious, she laughed even more.
“Hey, you wanna hear a joke?” she asks the referee who’s checking her boots and pads for paraphernalia.
“No, I’d rather focus --”
“SHEA LONDON!” Addison bellows before immediately breaking down into hysterics, loudly guffawing while holding her gut with one hand and slapping her knee with the other as if she had just told the greatest punchline in the world.
“And her opponennnnnnnhhhhhh…” the announcer attempts to resume, only to receive a backhanded slap to his upper right pectoral region.
“You get it?” the redhead… well, it might have been meant as a question, but it comes out far closer to an accusation.
“Uhhhh,” he stammers, “sure. Sure. And her opponent… hailing from Reading, Berkshire in the United Kingdom. She stands five feet five inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and twenty-three pounds. Ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to… HOOONNNEEEYYY HAAARRRRRRIIISSS!!!!!”
HONEY HARRIS:
“BEST YOU EVER”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lN_Lxfeed9A
As the first chords of Michelle Branch’s “Best You Ever” begin to pulse over the sound system, Honey grabs the edges of the curtain on both sides and BURSTS through onto the stage, making her second appearance in the FAWN Arena. The young, blonde British spitfire skips to a halt on one foot, her left knee raised as she pumps her right fist to the crowd.
“C’MON, LET’S GO!!!!!” Harris bellows, a bright smile gracing her youthful features—and while the crowd may not know her particularly well yet, her valiant and triumphant showing against Avery Christian tells them that this is a woman worth cheering for.
Honey makes her way toward the ring at a brisk pace, but not going so fast that she bypasses slapping any offered hand or occasionally pausing for an embrace. The closer she gets to the ring, the louder it seems that the crowd cheers, as they gain more of an opportunity to take her in. The FAWN rookie’s well-shaped legs are bared, a hint of gold bikini style bottoms (with black trim) just visible beneath the hem a gold tee. Upon the front read the words “SWEET AS” in black type, directly above an illustration of a pot of honey. On the back, below the words “BUT WITH A” is a cartoon bee abdomen—complete with stinger.
One difference between her debut match and tonight: this evening, Harris spies a few signs dedicated to her, including one held by a teenaged girl in the front row, which underneath a photo of a beaming Honey read, “WHO’LL BE NEXT TO FEEL THE STING?” Approaching the young fan, who only grows more hyper with each step the Brit takes toward her, Honey nudges her head toward the ring before asking in a conspiratorial whisper, “I’m thinking her, yeah?”
The fan nods. “Couldn’t happen to a more deserving bi…”
“Benchwitch,” the British blonde interrupts. “My sentiments exactly.”
Turning toward the ring, Harris practically skips up the ring steps, that smile never leaving her features as she wipes her boots on the skirt of the apron. Honey slips through the ropes and mounts the second rope, tapping her fist to her heart twice before blowing a kiss to the full house. Maintaining her perch, the blonde’s hands move to the hem of her shirt, which she peels overhead to reveal a bikini top with matches her black trimmed gold shorts. Balling the garment in her right hand, the Brit cocks her arm and scans the crowd — a gesture which brings plenty of FAWNatics hands rising in anticipation.
Their eager enthusiasm immediately curdles into vitriol, however, when Addison takes advantage of Harris having her back turned to deliver a hateful Snap Kick that splits the blonde’s thighs from behind and obliterates her undercarriage.
“Bullseye!” Allison jovially cheers before giving a shout-out to her 10th grade home room teacher. “Mr. McMillan always said that I could never miss if I aimed for the gutter! Thanks, Easy Mac!”
“Unnnggghh… mother… fuuuudgeeerr... “ Honey groans as she slips to the mat, managing to stay semi-upright only because her chest and arms are draped across the top rope.
Giggling girlishly at her opponent’s agony, the redhead grabs the middle cable and stretches it upwards in order to loop across the back of the Brit’s neck. With Harris trapped in the improvised pillory, Allison re-takes her spot behind the blonde and delivers kick after kick after kick after kick to Honey’s crotch, the crowd booing vociferously as their heroine howls in anguish. The referee is about to start giving a five-count, but he realizes that the match has not officially begun which renders him momentarily powerless. He desperately throws a signal to the timekeeper, and as soon as the bell rings he gives the fastest count of his life in order to get Addison to relent as quickly as possible.
“Oh, fuck off, you white-knighting beta-cuck. Not like this fat cow was ever going to use anything down there anyway,” Allison scoffs as she finally steps away, letting the fans’ hatred slide off her like water off a duck’s back and leaving the referee to untangle a whimpering Harris from the steel ropes.
The redhead slips out of the ring and picks up Honey’s discarded t-shirt, regarding the garment with a look so disdainful that it would have made the late Alan Rickman blush. She loudly blows her nose into the shirt, and then throws it into the face of the young fan whom Harris had conversed with earlier.
“For Christ’s sake, have some self-respect and cover up,” Addison snorts. “Walking around with a face that fugly should be a war crime.”
As the humiliated fan runs out of the arena sobbing uncontrollably, Allison stalks back to the ring and slips in under the bottom rope. Though freed from the redhead’s devious trap, Honey is still suffering the effects of nearly a dozen groin shots and laying in a quivering heap. Addison rolls her onto her back with a nudge of her foot, then plants a boot on her right breast in an arrogant pin. The referee glares angrily at her, but he cannot shirk his duties, so he drops to the mat and counts out…
ONE!
TWO!
...before Honey comes to her senses and shoves away Allison’s foot, the simple act of defiance earning a raucous pop from the crowd who would like nothing more than to see the Mean Girl brought low and put in her place. Addison grabs two handfuls of blonde locks to drag Harris upright, and then she sends the Brit into a staggering run towards the ropes with an Irish Whip. Allison prepares to nail her opponent with a Big Boot to the face on the rebound, but her plans are foiled when Honey manages to hook an arm over the rubber coated strands to stay anchored in place.
“Allison Addison, you are most underhanded, loathsome, and despicable…” Harris rasps with one hand still clasped over her abused, aching crotch.
“Still better than being British, asshole!” the red-headed hellion snaps back.
The insult to her homeland stokes Honey’s anger, and she charges towards the center of the ring to sweep her opponent into an Elbow and Collar tie up. She’s still not fully recovered from the brutal assault on her undercarriage, however, and on shaky legs she can’t prevent the slightly larger American from muscling her into a corner before rearing back and cracking an Overhand Slap directly onto her cleavage.
The stinging impact makes Harris hiss in pain, but at the same time it seems to galvanize her. When Allison tries for a second slap, Honey ducks and pirouettes out of the way. Now standing at Addison’s six, she secures a rear Waistlock then powers forward to drive the redhead chest-first into the turnbuckles. The pair of wrestlers bounce back from the impact, and Harris promptly drops to a seat and uses the reversed momentum from the rebound to throw both herself and her opponent into a backwards tumble, taking them through a 360 degree revolution and ultimately leaving them on their feet once more. Allison comes out of the O’Connor Roll unharmed but discombobulated, and that’s all the opening that Honey needs to cinch on a Full Nelson before popping her hips and arching back to slam Addison into the deck with a Dragon Suplex.
O’CONNOR ROLL DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QxLePoYGao
The Brit tries and fails to hold onto the bridge for a pin, her opponent shaking free before the referee can even slide down to the canvas to begin counting. Blonde and redhead scramble upright simultaneously and lunge for each other, but while Honey tries for a second Elbow and Collar tie up, Allison opts to rake her fingernails across Harris’ eyes. The FAWNatics voice their displeasure while Honey shrieks and stumbles around blindly before Addison doubles her over with yet another stiff kick to the groin.
“Bitch, this is FAWN!” the Mean Girl snarls as she traps her foe in a Standing Headscissor. “Your fancy-schmancy moves ain’t worth shit!”
Allison reaches down, hooks her fingers into the leg-holes of Honey’s golden trunks, and gives a savage yank, turning the conservative bikini bottoms into the scantiest of thongs. Encouraged by the Brit’s high-pitched wail of despair, Addison pulls even harder as she tries to use the Wedgie to lift the blonde off the mat in order to deliver a Piledriver. She manages to get her load halfway up before Honey’s legs start desperately bicycling in mid-air, the abrupt change in momentum and balance allowing Harris to safely return to the mat. Digging deep into her reserves, Honey powers to a stand and in the process she tosses Allison up and over with a high Back Body Drop.
The audience roars with approval when Addison crashes into the deck, taking a second hard landing on the back of her neck and shoulders. With the redhead momentarily stunned, Harris staggers to the ropes to earn herself a five-count breather while she rearranges her bikini bottoms into something more comfortable.
Taking a quick glance over her right shoulder, the British blonde spies her adversary working her way up to a seated position. For the moment, at least, the advantage still belongs to Honey, who remains on her feet—even if her legs still possess a slight tremble from Allison’s underhanded onslaught. Determined to retain the upper hand, Harris pushes away from the ropes and charges the now seated redhead. Letting out a determined roar, the young blonde brings HER boots into play, launching a Penalty Kick that meets Addison’s bosom with a meaty, resounding ‘THWAAAK!’ The stiff running kick drops the Mean Girl to her back as her momentum carries Honey stumbling past, the Brit falling to her knees a couple of feet beyond her opponent’s prone form.
PENALTY KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yy44TWMlbq4
Harris doesn’t stay kneeling for long, however. She pushes her way off her knees, her legs feeling more certain underneath her by the second. Marching over to Allison, the British import pulls Addison up, quickly claiming an arm, slipping underneath the wing as she applies a crisp wristlock. Bringing one hand to the redhead’s back, holding her foe folded over, Honey sweeps a shapely leg up and over the back of Addison’s bowed head. Allowing the back of her thigh to rest against Allison’s noggin, Harris jumps from her plant leg, going a bit old school by driving the smug, smarmy cheater’s mug into the mat via a Rocker Dropper.
ROCKER DROPPER @1:13:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsYdTk7q4MA
Rolling the blasted teen over to her back, Honey covers her, hooking a leg and scoring the…
ONE…
TWO…
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Allison kicks free.
“Somehow, I didn’t think that would put you down,” Honey sighs, tugging the lithe redhead up off the canvas. With Addison vertical again, the British beauty gathers up and underhooks her opponent’s arms, Allison’s noggin underneath Harris’ left wing. Popping her hips, the international veteran but FAWN rookie muscles her foe aloft, executing a beautiful butterfly suplex—but rather than release Addison’s arms, Honey rolls through the landing, taking a seat atop Allison’s lap. Beginning to smile for the first time since the bratty American had administered a boot to her kitty, Harris cranks back on those captive limbs, Addison for the moment ensnared in the Briton’s Honey Pot.
HONEY POT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tbxnz-9M5SA
Allison lets out an indignant but anguished grunt as her opponent reefs back, the strain on both her arms and her neck, not to mention the compression of her ribcage making the Honey Pot a considerably less than pleasant experience. “What do you say, Allison?” the official asks, his voice probably the most sympathetic one directed in the sadistic sorority sister’s way right now, amidst the FAWNatics’ insistence that she live up to the iconography on her bottoms and tap.
“I say,” Addison groans in reply, “this bytch REALLY needs to lay off the Toad in the HoooooaaaaaaAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Clearly, Honey doesn’t appreciate the insinuation about her weight, cranking back just a little bit harder on the hold. “Only thing on the menu tonight is humble pie,” the blonde Briton mutters, “and you will be going back for secooouuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!”
While Honey had been talking, one of Allison’s flailing hands had managed to latch on to some of the Brit’s flaxen tresses. And now, Addison YANKS down on that hair as hard as she can, Harris eyes narrowing in pain as she grits her teeth.
“Watch the hair, Allison!” the referee barks, but the redhead fails to let go. And so, he starts his count…
“ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!”
Perhaps surprisingly, not only does Allison relinquish her hair pull on the brink of disqualification, but Harris also breaks her hold, climbing to her feet above the redhead before dragging Addison back to bootleather as well. Lining her opponent up with the far corner, Honey grabs a wrist and sets her feet, preparing to launch her foe with an Irish whip…
… when Allison manages a reversal. Instead, Honey is sent sprinting toward the buckles, the redhead trailing in pursuit. But Addison applies the brakes when her adversary jumps onto the bottom rope rather than turning her back to the buckles. Harris then deftly springs up to the second rope before launching herself in a beautiful moonsault that catches her surprised adversary’s chest and sends both women crashing to the mat.
CORNER DOUBLE JUMP SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WRo3ghGU_mQ
Instead of going for the pin, Honey rolls toward the near ropes, tumbling out underneath the bottom cable and onto the apron. Picking herself up, the blonde Brit makes a beeline toward the nearest ringpost, which brings a number of FAWNatics up to their feet. Perhaps they were anticipating the newcomer’s Reading Rainbow, but Harris knows her opponent is not ready for that yet. Indeed, she spots Allison working her way up to her feet out of the corner of her eye as the blonde scales toward the top turnbuckle…
… which suits the British beauty just fine. After all, she NEEDS Allison to be on her feet when she launches her missile dropkick.
Honey takes flight and her aim proves true when the soles of her boots crash into Addison’s chest, sending the redhead tumbling backwards head-over-heels before coming to a stop face-down on the canvas. Harris pops to her feet, thumps her fist over her heart twice, and blows another kiss to the crowd to celebrate her burst of offense, and the FAWNatics shower her with adulation. Riding high on a wave of emotion, the Brit strides over to her fallen foe and rolls the American over before settling into a simple Crossbody pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THR --
“AWWW GAAWWWSSSSHH!” Honey wails as the redhead rolls a shoulder off the mat to break the pin while at the same time applying a sudden Crotch Claw counter with the opposite hand. “OH SWEET, MERCIFUL BEARD OF ZEUS, THAT STINGS! NRRRGGGGHH DAGNABBED SON OF A WITCH DOCTOR!”
She staggers away with her hands protectively clasped between her legs, muttering a string of child-safe vituperation that nevertheless makes her feelings known to the audience, and they accordingly boo their hearts out. Allison doesn’t seem to care, however, as she clambers upright to take advantage of Honey’s Low Blow induced paralysis. Addison stalks up behind her foe, grabs two handfuls of hair, then lays out and drops to the mat. Lest she be snatched bald, Harris has no choice but to fall as well, crashing to the mat on her shoulders.
HAIR PULL MAT SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DMZrfcJGA-E
Not content with just the Hair Pull Mat Slam, Allison keeps her hands intertwined in the Brit’s flaxen locks and shakes as vigorously as she can in an attempt to scramble Honey’s brain. The referee’s count brings a stop to the assault, but the damage seems to have already been done as Harris’ eyes drunkenly swim about in their sockets. She finds herself unable to resist when Addison rolls her onto her stomach and takes a seat on the small of her back, and the best she can do is attempt to steel herself for the imminent Camel Clutch.
Rather than a pair of hands looping under her chin, however, Honey feels ten talons sink into her breasts, five on the left and five on the right. She howls in protest against the double Breast Claws, but alas the referee can offer her no protection beyond a chance to surrender, as the FAWN rulebook offers notoriously wide latitude for such attacks. When Harris refuses to submit after a few seconds that’s Allison’s cue to crank back on the Camel Clutch, the Breast Claws proving just as effective as the more traditional Chinlock in forcing the Brit’s spine to curve into an awkward looking C-shape.
“You are such a loser!” Addison scoffs as she continues to maul her opponent’s bosom. “I bet you still use MySpace! You’re gonna post some whiny, emo horseshit after I whip your ass, aren’t you? WAH-WAH-WAH WOE IS ME! WAH-WAH-WAH I’M BEING BULLIED! So pathetic!”
With her opponent still refusing to give in and her hands starting to cramp, the redhead relinquishes the hold and gets up to deliver a couple of parting stomps to the back of the head while shaking the excess lactic acid out of her own fingers. Allison hauls the Brit upright, and from a position behind the beleaguered blonde, she reapplies the pair of Breast Claws. Honey’s voice is too exhausted to continue yowling in anguish, though the twisted grimace on her face says it all.
Fortunately, Addison decides to release tortuous claws after just a few seconds.
Unfortunately, that freedom comes in the form of being tossed over, back, and DOWN as Allison pops her hips to drive Harris into the deck with a Push-Up Plex.
PUSH-UP PLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LCYoIYiYtoU
“Uggghhh… you… you perfidious knave…!” Honey groans as she rolls to a corner after the booming impact, unsure of whether to tend to her aching back or chest first.
“Perfidi -- what?! God, stop talking like a special-needs retard!” Addison snaps, her face scrunching in irritation. “It’s already bad enough that you look like you were born with the autistic chromosome!”
Harris mumbles something in response from her spot in the corner, but it’s drowned out under a deafening avalanche of boos and jeers from the audience. If their denunciation bothers the Mean Girl, however, she doesn’t show it. She merely runs at the seated Brit and delivers a charging boot to the face at the end of her dash.
SHOESHINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=67iyJYw8bqk
The FAWNatics groan at the THWACK from the collision of boot-leather to skull which leaves their heroine in a questionable state of consciousness. Allison, on the other hand, figures that anything that works once is worth doing again, so she backs up to the opposite corner while rhythmically pumping her fist, which only raises the volume and the intensity of the boos. She charges again, looking to deliver a second Shoeshiner to the blonde’s lolling head, but moments before contact Honey manages to tumble away. Left at the mercy of her own inertia, Allison can’t abort her kick in time, and she ends up hitting nothing while getting her right leg entangled in the bottom rope.
An explosion of cheers from the arena reinvigorates Harris, and from her sprawled out position on the mat she launches into a short-range Chop Block, driving a shoulder into the side of Addison’s left knee. The joint buckles upon impact, and robbed of her last remaining leg, Allison topples to the mat with a wail.
Addison clutches her knee, her body rolling to a rest with her sternum underneath the bottom rope, her head resting on the apron. As the pain in that joint starts to fade a little, the thought occurs to the sadistic sorority sister that she might be well served to roll out a little further, to the floor. But that mental calculation doesn’t occur fast enough, for Honey Harris is already on her feet along the ropes, clutching the top cable with both hands. Rocking back, the blonde Briton launches herself over the taut rubber coated steel strand, swinging her body back toward the ring and extending a shapely leg in front of her. The result might not be “Sensational”, but the leg drop still finds its mark, Harris’ butt landing on the apron for a moment, before her momentum sends her tumbling the rest of the way to the floor.
SLINGSHOT LEG DROP TO THE OUTSIDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AZqDO6cTYVY
Popping up quickly, the bright eyed, youthful blonde hops back to the apron, while a groaning Allison starts to pull herself up along the ropes. Sweeping her upper body through the ropes, Honey turns and takes a seat on the middle cable, smiling out at the crowd as Addison starts to reach her knees.
Pointing a thumb at the redhead, Harris observes, “THIS BACON BIT IS PRETTY GOOD WHEN SHE’S DOING CHEAP SHOTS, ISN’T SHE?” Lacing an arm around the lithe American’s neck, the blonde adds, “WELL, LET’S SEE HOW SHE DOES WITH SOME REAL WRESTLING!”
Wriggling through the ropes until her boots rest against the middle strand, Honey launches herself back into the ring, swiveling her body and SLAMMING Allison’s face into the mat with a bulldog!
MIDDLE ROPE POSITIONED SPRINGBOARD BULLDOG”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OZSC5zvU4CY
Shoveling Addison to her back, Harris applies the cover, hooking a leg and scoring the…
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Allison gets a shoulder up.
She could’ve made a protest to the official, but that’s now how Honey rolls. Accepting that the match would continue, the British beauty turns toward her foe and once again shovels her over, this time to her stomach. As she slips her knees onto Allison’s back, letting them rest against the redhead’s spine, plenty of FAWNatics have an idea of what Harris has in store—even before she reaches toward Allison’s chin and her ankles. As Honey rocks over to her back, FAWN’s ultimate Mean Girl is hoisted into the air, Addison’s back impaled by her opponent’s knees and shins, especially as Honey starts to crank back on her dual handholds.
“How about it, Allison?” the referee asks. “Do you give? Want me to ring the bell? Just tell me…”
“OH JUST KEEP KISSING THAT BYTCH’S ASS AND STOP TALKING TO MEEEEEEEEAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHFFFFFUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
It’s seems safe to say that Allison doesn’t want to give up.
With her hands and legs starting to tire and no submission in sight, Honey releases the hold, sending Addison tumbling to the canvas with a shrug of her legs. Flexing her fingers as she climbs to her feet, the blonde Briton pulls Allison up as well, lining her opponent up with the far set of turnbuckles. Unlike her last attempt an Irish whip, this one goes off without a hitch, the sadistic sorority sister sent hurtling toward the corner. Allison turns her back at the last minute, her spine getting subjected to a little more trauma from the impact, and her arms not spilled over the top rope, Addison’s buckling legs would have sent her crashing to a seat…
… instead, the honor of knocking the redhead flat on her peach would belong to Honey’s elbow, the blow SLAMMED into Allison’s chest at the end of an impressive tumbling run across the ring. As Addison plops to a seat in the corner, long legs splayed in an open ‘V’, Honey retreats to the opposite corner. “SHE SEEMS AWFULLY FIXATED ON MY NAUGHTY BITS, DOESN’T SHE?” the Brit asks the FAWNatics. “WHAT SAY WE LET HER GET UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL WITH THEM, YEAH?”
And, with the hearty consent of the FAWNatics, Honey charges toward Allison, leaping toward an imaginary saddle, intent on busting this particularly obnoxious bronco…
Just as Addison had come to regret her attempt at a second Shoeshiner, however, so too does Harris regret her attempt at a Bronco Buster. Even as she hurtles through the air with her legs splayed in a V, Honey’s face contorts into a look of horror when Allison’s arms come up as a shield. Alas, it is already too late to abort, and rather than driving her hindquarters into her opponent’s chest and clavicle, she instead ends up impaling her own groin on a sharp, bony elbow.
The audience groans with empathetic pain as the blonde crumples into a heap in the Mean Girl’s lap with a high pitched wheeze of anguish. Allison isn’t quite fully recovered from Honey’s surge of offense either, but she retains enough of her senses to recognize the golden opportunity literally laid out in front of her. Once more she affixes a Crotch Claw to the center of Harris’ trunks and clamps down like she’s trying to squeeze blood from a stone, using her free hand to brace her clawing wrist in order to get even more leverage and pressure. The Brit spasms and flails like she’s being electrocuted, and fortunately her position in the corner means the ropes are within arms reach.
“Hey! C’mon Allison!” the referee half-commands, half-pleads. “She’s in the ropes!”
Surprisingly, the redhead disengages with no further argument, although she does deliver a final parting shot in the form of a Hammerfist to Honey’s much-abused center before tossing the blonde aside and hauling herself to her feet.
“Just giving this uggo virgin a taste of what it’s like to be touched like a real woman,” Allison sneers to the official as she drags Harris towards the center of the ring.
The FAWNatics boo her vociferously when it seems as if Addison is going to resume working the Brit’s sweet meat, but to their relief the redhead has something less catty and more technical in mind. She rolls Honey into a facedown position, then scissors one of the blonde’s calves between her own and lays down on Honey’s back. Rather than complete the STF with a traditional S-grip Facelock, however, Allison opts to Fishhook her fingers into her opponent’s mouth in order stretch Harris’ cheeks into a Glasgow grin.
“ERRRRRGEEEEHHHHRRRRDDD…!” Honey groans, her words rendered nearly unintelligible by the deformed shape of her lips.
The referee asks for her submission, but she finds the willpower to endure in spite of the blossoming fire in her knee and her hip and her spine and her neck and her mouth. In the wee hours of the morning on the other side of the Atlantic, all of her friends, family, coaches, and training partners were surely watching. Perhaps even the Sensational One herself was watching, and to give in now would be --
“What kind of buck-toothed loser aspires to be the next Shea London?!” Addison scoffs into her ear, seemingly having read Honey’s thoughts even while working the sadistic variant of the STF. “Was prostitute or meth addict or substitute teacher setting your sights too high or something?!”
If Allison had intended for her words to break the Brit’s spirit, they instead have the opposite effect. Harris twists and thrashes, blindly throwing elbows at her tormentor who seems to be just barely out of reach. Her efforts make the cramps in her back that much worse, yet she is not dissuaded, and after about a dozen seconds her struggle is rewarded when she lands an elbow flush against the side of the Mean Girl’s jaw. Momentarily knocked loopy, the redhead tumbles to the side and grants Honey her freedom.
Doing her best to shake off her various aches and pains, Harris forces herself to all fours and scrambles over to grasp her opponent’s right ankle. She staggers to her feet and steps in a circle around the captured limb and is just about to twist Allison’s legs into that dreaded Figure Four shape, but at the last moment Addison’s left leg lashes out and delivers a kick to Honey’s already devastated groin for the umpteenth time in the match. Harris can't even find it in herself to groan in anguish, so she silently drops into a heap and rolls onto her back.
“Goddamn it, Allison! No more Low Blows, or else!” the exasperated referee huffs.
“Oh, puh-leeze!” the teen terror retorts. “I couldn't hit her in her filthy crotch even if I wanted to! Her fat, lumpy thighs would just get in the way!”
Nevertheless, Addison senses that the official’s patience for her unsavory tactics is finally wearing thin, so she suppresses her instincts and refrains from stomping away at Honey’s undercarriage. Instead, she makes for the nearest corner and climbs the turnbuckles to a hearty round of jeers. Those jeers turn into gasps of horror, however, when Allison leaps from the top rope, intending to engage in some ironic gimmick
infringement by hitting a Not-So-Sensational Leg Drop across the neck of the still laid out blonde.
The FAWNatics don’t cotton on to the Mean Girl’s intentions, at least not until the redhead extends her luscious stems in front of her in mid-flight. At that point, the fans unload with a torrent of boos ad jeers, but as loud as they are, the cries of the crowd fail to stir the British blonde before Addison’s leg crashes down across her throat. Honey’s legs spasm into the air, and as Allison drapes herself across the foreign import’s chest, she captures one of those gams and hooks it for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Harris gets a shoulder up.
“ARE YOU F*CKIN’ KIDDING ME?
?” Allison explodes, quickly scrambling to her knees and crawling to get directly into the referee’s face. “ARE YOU SERIOUSLY GONNA SIT THERE AND TRY TO TELL ME THAT I CAN’T GET A ONE-TWO-THREE WITH THE SAME MOVE SOME TEA-SWILLING GERIATRIC BYTCH CAN???”
“Sorry, Charlie,” the referee replies, shaking his head. “That was on…”
“DO I LOOK LIKE THAT FLAT CHESTED SKANK DAWSON TO YOU, PAL???” the sadistic sorority sister snaps, thoroughly indignant.
The official continues to make his case, Allison protesting with vigor… and all the while, Honey Harris’ legs kick and thrash, her hands pawing and clawing at her opponent’s thigh, which happens to be situated directly above the redhead’s shin, which at this moment is compressing the British blonde’s windpipe. Unfortunately for Harris, Addison’s discussion keeps the zebra engaged for several seconds more—considerably longer than the five count she would have had to work with if she had opted for a more blatant choke. But eventually, he can’t help but notice the international veteran’s flailing, and he orders a break.
Of course, Addison waits until the very brink of disqualification before lifting her shin, allowing Honey to roll over to her right hip, wide eyed and open mouthed, the Briton letting out a loud gasp now that she can finally breathe again. Pulling the blonde up with a handful of hair, Allison whips her foe into the near corner, Harris only just managing to turn into the collision before her back strikes the buckles. Again, she gasps, her head whiplashing forward as the impact knocks out what little air she had managed to replenish her lungs with. With the Brit’s head bowed, Addison retreats to the opposite corner—and having stolen from the London playbook, the sadistic sorority sister now borrows from Honey herself earlier in the match, initiating an impressive tumbling run toward her opponent…
… only instead of concluding her run with a back elbow as Harris had done, when Allison comes out of a final flip, she delivers a BLISTERING bytch slap to the British blonde’s left cheek, snapping Honey’s head to the right. The rest of Harris’ body follows as she staggers out of the corner, along the ropes. A smirking Addison doesn’t attempt to stop her. Instead, the redhead grabs a handful of hair, pushing Honey’s face down toward the rubber coated steel of the top rope—Honey’s EYES, specifically. And as she presses down, the sadistic sorority sister leads her foe out toward the middle of the ropes, Harris shrieking in agony each step of the way.
Stopping near the halfway point between the two ringposts, Allison pulls up on the Brit’s noggin, spinning the blonde so that her back is to the ropes. Pushing down on Honey’s shoulders, she forces her foe down to her knees, Harris more preoccupied with rubbing some vision back into her eyes than in resisting the Mean Girl. Practically licking her lips, Addison pulls the blonde’s hands away from her face, forcing Honey’s arms over the middle rope before reaching down and pulling the BOTTOM rope up and over the middle cable, binding Honey’s biceps.
“Come on, Allison,” the referee chides the redhead, but Allison holds her hands up in innocence as she turns her back to the bound beauty.
“Not touching her,” Addison declares, before adding, “yet.”
The sadistic sorority city leans back, throwing her arms across the top rope as she presses her backside into Harris’ face, subjecting the British newcomer to a somewhat unique variation on the traditional stinkface—as much as there is ANYTHING traditional about a stinkface. With her arms restrained, Honey can’t even attempt to push against her opponent’s hips. Her boots can only kick at the apron as the Mean Girl sweeps her hips side to side….
“ONE!” the official barks, but Allison is unmoved.
“TWO!!”
Addison stops her buffeting, but not the assault. Instead, the redhead pushes her hips forward, only to viciously thrust back, pretty much twerking her rump against Honey’s features.
“THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!”
Allison pushes away from the ropes, sweeping her hands into the air as she steps away—a gesture which helps to distract the referee from the heel that catches Honey (you guessed it right between the thighs. Once the redhead gives them space, the referee swoops in, quickly extricating the glistening eyed English rose from her prison. Harris slumps forward, landing on her hands and knees, wheezing and coughing. Circling back to her prey, Addison reaches down and coils some of Honey’s locks around her fingers. She uses that hairhold to guide a crawling Harris away from the ropes, toward center ring.
Tugging the FAWN newcomer up to rubbery legs, Addison threads an arm through the blonde’s thighs and scoops Honey up to a chest. Allison then promptly genuflects, depositing Harris belly first onto the redhead’s knee, driving even more air out of the Brit’s abused lungs. The Mean Girl places a forearm across Honey’s back, holding the blonde in place as her other hand slips inside the waistband of Harris’ briefs. Slooowly, Addison peels those bottoms down her hips, teasing and enflaming the passions of the crowd as she bares Honey’s backside to an angered but appreciative audience.
And once Honey’s togs rest underneath the curve of her glutes, the redhead raises her hand high, then swings it down, delivering a dozen crisp, echoing swats to her opponent’s backside. By the time Addison is done, both of the Brit’s cheeks have been left with multiple overlapping, crimson handprints. Taking Harris’ waistband again, the sadistic sorority sister pulls Honey’s briefs back into place—only to then savagely YAAAANK them up, higher and harder, much of the fabric quickly disappearing into the crevice of the blonde’s tush.
“Who says I’m heartless?” Addison asks. “As much as those cheeks have GOT to be stinging right now…”
Honey bites her bottom lip, doing her best to suppress a sob even as her eyes well with agony and shame. Never before had she been abused and humiliated by such galling tactics in the ring. She had understood these things were necessary bumps on the road to glory in FAWN, but now Harris realizes that nothing could have prepared her for experiencing such maneuvers firsthand. As Allison saws the Wedgie back and forth, trying to give the blonde a hysterectomy with her own trunks, a very small yet very real part of Honey begins wishing that she were back home instead.
Mercifully, the redhead eventually relents on the torture of her own volition, and she lets the Brit roll off her posted thigh and slop to the mat. Harris appears utterly spent, not even possessing the strength to rearrange her bikini bottoms, and Addison nudges her onto her back before planting a domineering boot on her sternum. The referee is immediately down on the mat, and he slaps out…
ONE!
TWO!
THR--NO!
The slightest of shivers brings Honey’s right shoulder a couple of inches off the mat at the last possible second, her pride forcing her to continue the fight. The fans cheer Harris’ resilience, although Addison also seems to be delighted that she can further torment her foe, and she hauls Honey off the mat with two handfuls of golden hair.
The Mean Girl’s intuition tells her that it would be unwise to test the official’s patience with another blatant shot below the belt, but she knows there are legal ways to continue punishing the Brit’s groin. Allison dips down into a crouch, wraps her arms around her opponent’s hips, then raises to full height in order to lift Harris into the air.
“N-No… Noooo…” Honey weakly croaks, knowing all too well what's about to happen next.
Unfortunately, her plea falls on deaf ears as Addison drops to one knee and genuflects, thumping the blonde’s tailbone and crotch across a posted thigh.
INVERTED ATOMIC DROP:
m.youtube.com/watch?v=KvTCG3QHglI
This time Honey can't help but let out a guttural, full-throated wail of anguish. Noticing that her Inverted Atomic Drop has had the desired effect, Allison repeats the maneuver by quickly standing and dropping to one knee a second time. The second impact elicits from Harris a series of despairing, heaving sobs rather than a wail, and hundreds -- perhaps thousands -- of fans direct their rancor at the referee, demanding that he disqualify the sadistic redhead. The man can only shake his head ruefully, however, as Addison’s latest tactic in the war against Honey’s undercarriage is one hundred percent by the book.
Allison smirks and blows a kiss to the apoplectic audience, then she starts to lift her foe for a third consecutive Inverted Atomic Drop. Honey suddenly hooks one of Addison’s legs with her own to prevent liftoff, however, a credit to her instincts and years of experience. Before the Mean Girl can react, she finds herself pulled off balance and rolled onto the canvas with a Small Package. A wave of panic floods her brain as she squirms, flails, and kicks while the official and twenty thousand raucous fans count out…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE?!
SMALL PACKAGE:
m.youtube.com/watch?v=kaFWiDOkn8U
Allison powers her way out of the pin and sits on her haunches, eyes wild and incredulous as she stares at the referee and holds up to fingers. To the dismay of everyone in the arena except one, the man confirms that she had beaten the count, if only by the slimmest of margins. Just as she’s breathing a sigh of relief, however, a miraculously resurgent Harris pistons a low Super Kick into the side of her head. Blindsided by the wicked strike, Addison is knocked into a semi-conscious sprawl in the center of the ring, eyes glassy and glazed as she lies on her back.
The FAWNatics practically explode into a rhythmic, deafening chant of “HUN-NEY! HUN-NEY!” but their heroine somehow knows that the fight is not yet over. Honey eschews an attempt at a pin, though she does take a few seconds to finally resolve her Wedgie problem, wincing and cringing the whole time. Summoning her last reserves of strength, Harris staggers to a corner and begins climbing to the top turnbuckle. A palpable undercurrent of concern runs through the crowd, as they are unsure if the young spitfire has it in her to execute any high-flying acrobatics in her current state.
At first, it seems the crowd’s fear is unjustified, Honey making it to her perch safely, if not necessarily with the grace and speed she usually does. Fortune continues to smile on the blonde Brit as her opponent makes it up to her feet, with her back turned to Harris and to her corner. The moment that it takes Allison to turn around buys the international star the time she needs to leap and twist into a crossbody that takes the redheaded Mean Girl down hard to the mat…
… but THAT is when things take an unexpected turn, Addison showing perhaps some surprising ring savvy in being able to use Honey’s moment against her, the sadistic sorority sister managing to roll through their landing so that it is Harris who finds herself with her back flat against the canvas. Addison, meanwhile, reaches to hook a leg as the referee slides into position…
ONE…
Unobserved by the official, but spotting by eagle eyed FAWNatics everywhere, Allison’s OTHER hand claims a healthy sized helping of Honey’s tights, pulling on them for added leverage…
TWO…
The British beauty’s legs kick even more frantically as she tries to preserve her life in this contest…
THREE???
Finally, Honey’s desperate struggles manage to send the redhead tumbling of her, but had it been in time? Allison herself seems to think not, the redhead rolling up to her knees, throwing both her arms and her head back in a display of triumph. The crowd immediately starts to boo…
… until the official holds up only TWO fingers. At which point, the FAWNatics begin to cheer in unrestrained jubilation. The roar of the fans causes Addison to lower her arms, but before she can utter even her first syllable of protest, an arm slips around her neck, Honey coming from out of nowhere to dive over Allison’s shoulders, digging deep into her back of tricks to find a move she had once termed her Honey Dew.
HONEY DEW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IT3Wi_1tIXE
Palming the face down redhead’s shoulders, Honey uses her opponent’s prone form to push herself up, before reaching down and pulling Allison back to verticality as well. But while the Mean Girl’s bell might still be ringing, she manages to take Harris’ wrist and attempts to abruptly reel the blonde toward her, and into a wicked short arm clothesline…
… but out of perhaps nothing more than instinct, Harris manages to do if not the impossible, then at least the highly improbable. First, the British beauty manages to duck the would-be scythe… just. But she doesn’t just duck that clothesline. Honey also HOOKS that arm and flips herself over it. Landing on her feet, the blonde swiftly locks on an arm around Allison’s head, kicks her feet into the air and drops back, SPIKING Addison’s skull into the canvas with an amazing floatover DDT.
FLOATOVER DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zbQ1zL6Tq3o
Most if not all of the FAWNatics jump out of their seats, a renewed chant of “HUN-NEY! HUN-NEY!” echoing throughout the FAWN Arena… but alas, one person in the building cannot get back to her feet, Harris only making it as far as all fours as she crawls toward the ropes. Reaching her destination, the Brit reaches for the middle rope, her body sagging heavily against the cables, her arms spilling through them. But then, Honey’s right arm rises, her hand pleading with the crowd to get louder still, and the FAWNatics readily oblige.
Feeding off their energy and volume, the British import pulls herself up along the ropes, Allison struggling to regain verticality in her own right near the center of the ring—and once again in Harris’ favor, the redhead’s back is to her foe. As Addison starts to turn, Honey pushes away from the cables, sprinting toward the sadistic sorority sister. Taking to the skies, the youthful blonde grabs two handfuls of hair as Honey’s body begins to sweep by her opponent, her momentum beginning to spin Addison around as well. In the next instant, Harris draws her knees up toward Allison’s jaw, the Brit falling to her back and springing her deadly Honey Trap.
HONEY TRAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AszkGgipGKA
The sadistic sorority city is launched into the air before she flops over to her back, arms and legs splayed, Allison left in a boneless starfish. But, much to the crowd’s distress, Honey winds up in much the same shape, sprawled on her back, staring up at the lights, practically unmoving. Even more alarming for the FAWNatics, in spite of their best efforts to turn the volume up past ‘11’ and all the way to ‘12’, the blonde Brit fails to stir. Had she spent the last of her reserves to spring her Trap?
Thankfully, eventually, Honey does begin to move—but it’s neither up to her feet or over to her foe. Instead, the blonde rolls toward the apron, underneath the bottom rope. Then, with the assistance of those ropes, Harris hauls herself up onto shaking legs. It is readily apparent that the sweat soaked Brit is running on fumes as she clings to the cables, but as the crowd continues to cheer her name, Harris’ eyes lock on the near ringpost. Victory was hers, if she could just hit her Reading Rainbow. If she could… just… get to the top rope…
Focusing on nothing but the top turnbuckle, Honey drags herself toward the corner with faltering steps. And soon, the roar of the crowd has merged with the pounding of blood in her ears as she lumbers toward the post. Using all of her remaining strength, she begins to scale the ropes, her steps weak and weary, but determined. Honey is SO determined and focused, in fact, that she fails to notice the shift in the FAWNatics’ tenor…
The blonde’s first indication of trouble comes once she reaches the top rope, when she fails to spot the fallen Addison where she had left her. As Harris had fought her way toward the corner, the Mean Girl had been fighting to reach her feet, which she had done, even though her legs TOO show the strain of the contest as they tremble and quake. And as Honey starts to look up, Addison’s legs buckle, sending her lurching forward…
Fortunately for the redhead, the ropes break her fall.
Unfortunately for Honey, the impact of Allison’s sinewy frame with the cables sends a shockwave reverberating through the rubber coated steel—a shockwave which proves strong enough to overwhelm Honey’s balance. Even as her boots start to slip, Harris wails a despairing, helpless, “NooooooooooouuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”
Nearly every FAWNatic in attendance winces as Honey’s stems are bisected once again, this time by the iron connecting the turnbuckle to the ringpost.
This time, the ring rather than Allison had been the source of trauma for Honey’s much maligned flower. Arguably, Addison had not even meant to inflict more trauma on this occasion—but that doesn’t mean the redhead won’t take advantage. Lumbering into the corner, Allison grabs two handfuls of hair, which she uses to send Honey CRASHING to her back via an avalanche hairmare. The Mean Girl then slumps against the buckles, her arms resting on the top rope, each ragged breath showing the strain she has endured…
But her eyes, they show both fierce determination and murderous intent.
Unfortunately for fans of sugar and spice and everything nice, Honey appears to be far less with it. Her latest fall onto the corner buckle seems to be the straw that broke the camel’s toe, and she weakly writhes and whimpers on the mat with her hands clutched between her thighs. Amid the cacophony of boos and jeers, she hears a few heartbroken, concerned voices calling to her from the front rows. Not encouraging her to rally her reserves and beat back the red menace, but imploring her to stay down for her own good -- begging her to concede the battle today in order to better fight the war tomorrow.
Harris considers the thought for scarcely a second before she discards it. Her idol had suffered through worse -- FAR worse -- en route to carving out a career that was the stuff of legend for young wrestlers all over the world, and if Honey were to be worthy of that legacy, she would have to do the same. Her resolve crystallizing, the Brit rolls onto her belly and then crawls to hands and knees.
“LET’S GO! LET’S GOOOOOOOO!” she roars to herself as she pounds a fist into the canvas and rears back onto her haunches to the delight of the audience.
That’s as far as she gets before Allison nails her in the back of the head with a Running Knee, causing her to faceplant into the mat in a semi-conscious sprawl.
“Did you bunch of toothless meth-heads think that this basic bitch had a chance against ME?!” Addison shouts at the groaning audience while she drags Honey up by the hair.
Allison manages to trap her opponent in a Standing Headscissors, no easy feat considering the jelly-like consistency of the blonde’s legs. Predictably, the Mean Girl goes for the Wedgie once more as she sticks her hands into the legholes of the Brit’s trunks and yanks back as hard as she can. This time Honey cannot find it in herself to resist as she’s hauled up by her bikini bottoms into the precarious Piledriver position. Addison holds her upside down for several seconds to add to the humiliation, and a number of heartless fans cannot resist their baser instincts as they pull out their phones to snap pictures of the blonde’s mostly exposed nether region.
Once she’s satisfied that the moment of her triumph will be tweeted and re-tweeted ad infinitum, Allison drops to a seat and violently spikes Honey’s head into the deck. Harris shudders upon impact, and then crumples into a heap as Addison climbs to her feet. The redhead makes an exaggerated show of brushing off her shoulders and then she pompously plants a boot on the sternum of the devastated Brit. The referee grumbles unhappily over the redhead’s behavior, but he is obligated to do his duty, so he counts out…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE?!
...before Honey suddenly shows signs of life, as in one smooth motion she shoves aside Allison’s foot, rolls away, and clambers to her haunches once more. The crowd erupts in rapturous joy, and both wrestlers direct their gazes towards the referee, one frantic and incredulous, and the other triumphant and hopeful.
Alas, the official cannot bring himself to meet Honey’s eyes as he turns towards the timekeeper and signals for the bell, the Brit’s resurgence having come just fractions of a second too late. Harris sighs heavily as her head and shoulders slump in dejection, unable to hide her disappointment that her take on the London Run had died on the vine. Her only solace comes in the fact that the FAWNatics are booing so loudly that they completely drown out the sound of the PA announcing her opponent as the winner of the match. She’s still on her knees fighting to keep her composure when she sees an open hand stuck in front of her face.
A hand that’s slender, pale-skinned, and red-nailed.
Allison’s hand.
“Shake my hand,” the redhead demands.
Honey doesn’t take it. She rises to her feet on her own and looks the Mean Girl in the eyes, Addison’s lips twisted into a smug, superior smirk that would have earned a punch to the mouth from just about any other woman on the roster.
But not Harris.
The British ingenue simply turns around without a word and starts walking for the edge of the ring, a noticeable hitch in her gait after all the damage to her groin.
“Tsk, tsk. What would Shea think...” Allison disdainfully scoffs, freezing Honey in her steps. “Who would be so disrespectful that she only offers to shake hands after squeaking out a lucky win over that beached whale Avery, but refuses to shake the hand of the wrestler who beat her fair and square?! An honorless brat, that’s who! A sore loser! A COWARD--”
Harris whirls around and grasps her foe’s outstretched hand, squeezing so hard that the Mean Girl visibly winces. The blonde gives a couple of quick pumps, then starts to turn around and walk off again, only to find that Addison will not release her hand.
“Oh, don’t be so hasty now!” Allison patronizingly chides. “Let the Gladiatrix photographers get a good shot for posterity! Let everyone know how GOOD and HONORABLE you are! We’ll share the centerfold in an article about sportsmanship in wrestling!”
Honey glares at the redhead, anger smoldering in her eyes. Nevertheless, the normally affable Brit forces a wan smile onto her face, and the pair of wrestlers turn their heads to face the photographers at ringside. A cannonade of camera flashes go off, and that’s when disaster strikes. Taking advantage of her opponent being momentarily blinded, Allison lashes out with a Snap Kick to Honey’s crotch yet again, the motion having become second nature to the point that the Mean Girl’s own dazzled eyesight is no impediment to hitting her target.
Harris doubles over immediately, and then Addison reels her in, turns 180 degrees, and secures a Three Quarters Facelock on the Brit. Allison winks at the photographers who are still shooting, and to the horror of the fans, she takes another page out of the London playbook as she kicks her legs out in front and drops to the mat, crushing Honey’s jaw against her shoulder.
WINTER PARK CALLING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_Tjt9Amhg4
Thankfully the impact renders Harris immediately unconscious so that she does not have to suffer the indignity of Addison laughing at her expense, chortling so loudly as to be plainly audible over the combined jeers of twenty thousand fans.
“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU STUPID BITCH! YOU STUPID, STUPID BITCH! EVERYONE… EVERYONE SAW THAT COMING! EXCEPT YOU! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Allison cackles before she motions to one of the photographers. “LEMME SEE THE PICTURES! PLEASE… PLEASE TELL ME YOU GOT ALL THAT! HAHAHAHA!”
The photographer did indeed get multiple shots of the entire sequence, starting from Allison’s kick to the groin all the way through to the impact of the Ace Crusher. This amuses the Mean Girl to the point that she drops to the mat in hysterics, rolling back and forth as she holds her own gut. She’s still breathlessly guffawing when the highlight package for the next match plays, and the techs come to drag her and the corpse of her opponent out of the ring.
The speakers pump out a heavy industrial beat, but one with a decided twinge of pop as Porcelain and the Tramps’ “The Neighbor” pumps over the sound system, and that’s the FAWNatics’ cue to get to their feet and jeer to their hearts’ content. When a lithe, limber, leggy and utterly bewitching fair skinned redhead pushes past the curtains, some cheers begin to reassert themselves amid the crowd’s response.
ALLISON ADDISON:
Allison Addison sports a teal “one piece" that struggles to meet that designation. The bust area is surprisingly well-covered, denying even a hint of cleavage but perfectly accentuating her assets. The spandex bares her shoulders, but runs up to her neck, forming something of a collar. The garment similarly stretches downward in an arrow, exposing plenty of skin on her left and right flanks, before fanning out toward her hips to hug her hindquarters.
And upon Allison’s tush are emblazoned three symbols, two of which are fairly obviously recognized as letters of the Greek alphabet. Less obvious to those not versed in fraternity and sorority culture is WHICH letters they are, specifically “Phi” and “Theta.” The third symbol -- a straight line with another line posed above it at a 45 degree angle, and between those two lines three squiggly figures -- represents a tapping hand and the heretofore unknown letter “Tappa.”
Addison doesn’t so much strut or saunter down the aisle as she does simple dance toward the ring, moving and gyrating in time to her musical accompaniment--but consciously positioned smack dab in the middle of the aisle the whole way, too far for any spectator to reach out and touch her. Reaching ringside, Allison jumps to take a seat on the edge of the apron, her back to the ropes. Climbing to her feet swiftly, the redhead strolls toward the far ringpost, stopping just past midway there. In one fluid motion, Addison swings her left left through the gap between the middle and top rope, hooking the cable with her knee and leaning back to drape herself across the rubber coated steel.
Raising her left hand to grab the top rope, Allison brings her right hand up over her face, waggling a reproachful finger at the jeering, whistling masses. She then adds her right hand to secure her grip on the top rope, and once steadied, the leggy redhead swings her luscious right stem into the air, similarly hooking the uppermost cable against the pit of her knee. Addison’s left leg then joins her right, scissoring the top rope as she swings her back to hover over the floor. She releases her hands from the cable, but just long enough to reposition herself. Claiming the rope again, her left foot settles down inside the ring first, followed by her right, Allison finally arching her back deeeeeep to draw her upper body through the cables.
The rookie takes one step away from the ropes before striking a pose: right foot positioned a little in front of her left, her back remaining slightly arched to put her bosom and bust on full display, her left hand resting against her hip as her right hand flies upward, coming to a stop just above the crown of her skull, elbow cocked, palm open. A few more cheers work their way into the mix, but the majority of the FAWNatics continue to boo.
Having come so close and yet oh so far in her bid for penthouse superiority against the Raven, the redhead looks to get back on the winning track at the expense of one of the most recent newcomers to FAWN. When the brass had told her that her latest would-be victim was considered heir apparent to the sensational London wrestling legacy, Allison laughed and laughed and laughed. When she had realized that the front office was being serious, she laughed even more.
“Hey, you wanna hear a joke?” she asks the referee who’s checking her boots and pads for paraphernalia.
“No, I’d rather focus --”
“SHEA LONDON!” Addison bellows before immediately breaking down into hysterics, loudly guffawing while holding her gut with one hand and slapping her knee with the other as if she had just told the greatest punchline in the world.
“And her opponennnnnnnhhhhhh…” the announcer attempts to resume, only to receive a backhanded slap to his upper right pectoral region.
“You get it?” the redhead… well, it might have been meant as a question, but it comes out far closer to an accusation.
“Uhhhh,” he stammers, “sure. Sure. And her opponent… hailing from Reading, Berkshire in the United Kingdom. She stands five feet five inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and twenty-three pounds. Ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to… HOOONNNEEEYYY HAAARRRRRRIIISSS!!!!!”
HONEY HARRIS:
“BEST YOU EVER”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lN_Lxfeed9A
As the first chords of Michelle Branch’s “Best You Ever” begin to pulse over the sound system, Honey grabs the edges of the curtain on both sides and BURSTS through onto the stage, making her second appearance in the FAWN Arena. The young, blonde British spitfire skips to a halt on one foot, her left knee raised as she pumps her right fist to the crowd.
“C’MON, LET’S GO!!!!!” Harris bellows, a bright smile gracing her youthful features—and while the crowd may not know her particularly well yet, her valiant and triumphant showing against Avery Christian tells them that this is a woman worth cheering for.
Honey makes her way toward the ring at a brisk pace, but not going so fast that she bypasses slapping any offered hand or occasionally pausing for an embrace. The closer she gets to the ring, the louder it seems that the crowd cheers, as they gain more of an opportunity to take her in. The FAWN rookie’s well-shaped legs are bared, a hint of gold bikini style bottoms (with black trim) just visible beneath the hem a gold tee. Upon the front read the words “SWEET AS” in black type, directly above an illustration of a pot of honey. On the back, below the words “BUT WITH A” is a cartoon bee abdomen—complete with stinger.
One difference between her debut match and tonight: this evening, Harris spies a few signs dedicated to her, including one held by a teenaged girl in the front row, which underneath a photo of a beaming Honey read, “WHO’LL BE NEXT TO FEEL THE STING?” Approaching the young fan, who only grows more hyper with each step the Brit takes toward her, Honey nudges her head toward the ring before asking in a conspiratorial whisper, “I’m thinking her, yeah?”
The fan nods. “Couldn’t happen to a more deserving bi…”
“Benchwitch,” the British blonde interrupts. “My sentiments exactly.”
Turning toward the ring, Harris practically skips up the ring steps, that smile never leaving her features as she wipes her boots on the skirt of the apron. Honey slips through the ropes and mounts the second rope, tapping her fist to her heart twice before blowing a kiss to the full house. Maintaining her perch, the blonde’s hands move to the hem of her shirt, which she peels overhead to reveal a bikini top with matches her black trimmed gold shorts. Balling the garment in her right hand, the Brit cocks her arm and scans the crowd — a gesture which brings plenty of FAWNatics hands rising in anticipation.
Their eager enthusiasm immediately curdles into vitriol, however, when Addison takes advantage of Harris having her back turned to deliver a hateful Snap Kick that splits the blonde’s thighs from behind and obliterates her undercarriage.
“Bullseye!” Allison jovially cheers before giving a shout-out to her 10th grade home room teacher. “Mr. McMillan always said that I could never miss if I aimed for the gutter! Thanks, Easy Mac!”
“Unnnggghh… mother… fuuuudgeeerr... “ Honey groans as she slips to the mat, managing to stay semi-upright only because her chest and arms are draped across the top rope.
Giggling girlishly at her opponent’s agony, the redhead grabs the middle cable and stretches it upwards in order to loop across the back of the Brit’s neck. With Harris trapped in the improvised pillory, Allison re-takes her spot behind the blonde and delivers kick after kick after kick after kick to Honey’s crotch, the crowd booing vociferously as their heroine howls in anguish. The referee is about to start giving a five-count, but he realizes that the match has not officially begun which renders him momentarily powerless. He desperately throws a signal to the timekeeper, and as soon as the bell rings he gives the fastest count of his life in order to get Addison to relent as quickly as possible.
“Oh, fuck off, you white-knighting beta-cuck. Not like this fat cow was ever going to use anything down there anyway,” Allison scoffs as she finally steps away, letting the fans’ hatred slide off her like water off a duck’s back and leaving the referee to untangle a whimpering Harris from the steel ropes.
The redhead slips out of the ring and picks up Honey’s discarded t-shirt, regarding the garment with a look so disdainful that it would have made the late Alan Rickman blush. She loudly blows her nose into the shirt, and then throws it into the face of the young fan whom Harris had conversed with earlier.
“For Christ’s sake, have some self-respect and cover up,” Addison snorts. “Walking around with a face that fugly should be a war crime.”
As the humiliated fan runs out of the arena sobbing uncontrollably, Allison stalks back to the ring and slips in under the bottom rope. Though freed from the redhead’s devious trap, Honey is still suffering the effects of nearly a dozen groin shots and laying in a quivering heap. Addison rolls her onto her back with a nudge of her foot, then plants a boot on her right breast in an arrogant pin. The referee glares angrily at her, but he cannot shirk his duties, so he drops to the mat and counts out…
ONE!
TWO!
...before Honey comes to her senses and shoves away Allison’s foot, the simple act of defiance earning a raucous pop from the crowd who would like nothing more than to see the Mean Girl brought low and put in her place. Addison grabs two handfuls of blonde locks to drag Harris upright, and then she sends the Brit into a staggering run towards the ropes with an Irish Whip. Allison prepares to nail her opponent with a Big Boot to the face on the rebound, but her plans are foiled when Honey manages to hook an arm over the rubber coated strands to stay anchored in place.
“Allison Addison, you are most underhanded, loathsome, and despicable…” Harris rasps with one hand still clasped over her abused, aching crotch.
“Still better than being British, asshole!” the red-headed hellion snaps back.
The insult to her homeland stokes Honey’s anger, and she charges towards the center of the ring to sweep her opponent into an Elbow and Collar tie up. She’s still not fully recovered from the brutal assault on her undercarriage, however, and on shaky legs she can’t prevent the slightly larger American from muscling her into a corner before rearing back and cracking an Overhand Slap directly onto her cleavage.
The stinging impact makes Harris hiss in pain, but at the same time it seems to galvanize her. When Allison tries for a second slap, Honey ducks and pirouettes out of the way. Now standing at Addison’s six, she secures a rear Waistlock then powers forward to drive the redhead chest-first into the turnbuckles. The pair of wrestlers bounce back from the impact, and Harris promptly drops to a seat and uses the reversed momentum from the rebound to throw both herself and her opponent into a backwards tumble, taking them through a 360 degree revolution and ultimately leaving them on their feet once more. Allison comes out of the O’Connor Roll unharmed but discombobulated, and that’s all the opening that Honey needs to cinch on a Full Nelson before popping her hips and arching back to slam Addison into the deck with a Dragon Suplex.
O’CONNOR ROLL DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QxLePoYGao
The Brit tries and fails to hold onto the bridge for a pin, her opponent shaking free before the referee can even slide down to the canvas to begin counting. Blonde and redhead scramble upright simultaneously and lunge for each other, but while Honey tries for a second Elbow and Collar tie up, Allison opts to rake her fingernails across Harris’ eyes. The FAWNatics voice their displeasure while Honey shrieks and stumbles around blindly before Addison doubles her over with yet another stiff kick to the groin.
“Bitch, this is FAWN!” the Mean Girl snarls as she traps her foe in a Standing Headscissor. “Your fancy-schmancy moves ain’t worth shit!”
Allison reaches down, hooks her fingers into the leg-holes of Honey’s golden trunks, and gives a savage yank, turning the conservative bikini bottoms into the scantiest of thongs. Encouraged by the Brit’s high-pitched wail of despair, Addison pulls even harder as she tries to use the Wedgie to lift the blonde off the mat in order to deliver a Piledriver. She manages to get her load halfway up before Honey’s legs start desperately bicycling in mid-air, the abrupt change in momentum and balance allowing Harris to safely return to the mat. Digging deep into her reserves, Honey powers to a stand and in the process she tosses Allison up and over with a high Back Body Drop.
The audience roars with approval when Addison crashes into the deck, taking a second hard landing on the back of her neck and shoulders. With the redhead momentarily stunned, Harris staggers to the ropes to earn herself a five-count breather while she rearranges her bikini bottoms into something more comfortable.
Taking a quick glance over her right shoulder, the British blonde spies her adversary working her way up to a seated position. For the moment, at least, the advantage still belongs to Honey, who remains on her feet—even if her legs still possess a slight tremble from Allison’s underhanded onslaught. Determined to retain the upper hand, Harris pushes away from the ropes and charges the now seated redhead. Letting out a determined roar, the young blonde brings HER boots into play, launching a Penalty Kick that meets Addison’s bosom with a meaty, resounding ‘THWAAAK!’ The stiff running kick drops the Mean Girl to her back as her momentum carries Honey stumbling past, the Brit falling to her knees a couple of feet beyond her opponent’s prone form.
PENALTY KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yy44TWMlbq4
Harris doesn’t stay kneeling for long, however. She pushes her way off her knees, her legs feeling more certain underneath her by the second. Marching over to Allison, the British import pulls Addison up, quickly claiming an arm, slipping underneath the wing as she applies a crisp wristlock. Bringing one hand to the redhead’s back, holding her foe folded over, Honey sweeps a shapely leg up and over the back of Addison’s bowed head. Allowing the back of her thigh to rest against Allison’s noggin, Harris jumps from her plant leg, going a bit old school by driving the smug, smarmy cheater’s mug into the mat via a Rocker Dropper.
ROCKER DROPPER @1:13:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsYdTk7q4MA
Rolling the blasted teen over to her back, Honey covers her, hooking a leg and scoring the…
ONE…
TWO…
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Allison kicks free.
“Somehow, I didn’t think that would put you down,” Honey sighs, tugging the lithe redhead up off the canvas. With Addison vertical again, the British beauty gathers up and underhooks her opponent’s arms, Allison’s noggin underneath Harris’ left wing. Popping her hips, the international veteran but FAWN rookie muscles her foe aloft, executing a beautiful butterfly suplex—but rather than release Addison’s arms, Honey rolls through the landing, taking a seat atop Allison’s lap. Beginning to smile for the first time since the bratty American had administered a boot to her kitty, Harris cranks back on those captive limbs, Addison for the moment ensnared in the Briton’s Honey Pot.
HONEY POT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tbxnz-9M5SA
Allison lets out an indignant but anguished grunt as her opponent reefs back, the strain on both her arms and her neck, not to mention the compression of her ribcage making the Honey Pot a considerably less than pleasant experience. “What do you say, Allison?” the official asks, his voice probably the most sympathetic one directed in the sadistic sorority sister’s way right now, amidst the FAWNatics’ insistence that she live up to the iconography on her bottoms and tap.
“I say,” Addison groans in reply, “this bytch REALLY needs to lay off the Toad in the HoooooaaaaaaAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Clearly, Honey doesn’t appreciate the insinuation about her weight, cranking back just a little bit harder on the hold. “Only thing on the menu tonight is humble pie,” the blonde Briton mutters, “and you will be going back for secooouuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!”
While Honey had been talking, one of Allison’s flailing hands had managed to latch on to some of the Brit’s flaxen tresses. And now, Addison YANKS down on that hair as hard as she can, Harris eyes narrowing in pain as she grits her teeth.
“Watch the hair, Allison!” the referee barks, but the redhead fails to let go. And so, he starts his count…
“ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!”
Perhaps surprisingly, not only does Allison relinquish her hair pull on the brink of disqualification, but Harris also breaks her hold, climbing to her feet above the redhead before dragging Addison back to bootleather as well. Lining her opponent up with the far corner, Honey grabs a wrist and sets her feet, preparing to launch her foe with an Irish whip…
… when Allison manages a reversal. Instead, Honey is sent sprinting toward the buckles, the redhead trailing in pursuit. But Addison applies the brakes when her adversary jumps onto the bottom rope rather than turning her back to the buckles. Harris then deftly springs up to the second rope before launching herself in a beautiful moonsault that catches her surprised adversary’s chest and sends both women crashing to the mat.
CORNER DOUBLE JUMP SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WRo3ghGU_mQ
Instead of going for the pin, Honey rolls toward the near ropes, tumbling out underneath the bottom cable and onto the apron. Picking herself up, the blonde Brit makes a beeline toward the nearest ringpost, which brings a number of FAWNatics up to their feet. Perhaps they were anticipating the newcomer’s Reading Rainbow, but Harris knows her opponent is not ready for that yet. Indeed, she spots Allison working her way up to her feet out of the corner of her eye as the blonde scales toward the top turnbuckle…
… which suits the British beauty just fine. After all, she NEEDS Allison to be on her feet when she launches her missile dropkick.
Honey takes flight and her aim proves true when the soles of her boots crash into Addison’s chest, sending the redhead tumbling backwards head-over-heels before coming to a stop face-down on the canvas. Harris pops to her feet, thumps her fist over her heart twice, and blows another kiss to the crowd to celebrate her burst of offense, and the FAWNatics shower her with adulation. Riding high on a wave of emotion, the Brit strides over to her fallen foe and rolls the American over before settling into a simple Crossbody pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THR --
“AWWW GAAWWWSSSSHH!” Honey wails as the redhead rolls a shoulder off the mat to break the pin while at the same time applying a sudden Crotch Claw counter with the opposite hand. “OH SWEET, MERCIFUL BEARD OF ZEUS, THAT STINGS! NRRRGGGGHH DAGNABBED SON OF A WITCH DOCTOR!”
She staggers away with her hands protectively clasped between her legs, muttering a string of child-safe vituperation that nevertheless makes her feelings known to the audience, and they accordingly boo their hearts out. Allison doesn’t seem to care, however, as she clambers upright to take advantage of Honey’s Low Blow induced paralysis. Addison stalks up behind her foe, grabs two handfuls of hair, then lays out and drops to the mat. Lest she be snatched bald, Harris has no choice but to fall as well, crashing to the mat on her shoulders.
HAIR PULL MAT SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DMZrfcJGA-E
Not content with just the Hair Pull Mat Slam, Allison keeps her hands intertwined in the Brit’s flaxen locks and shakes as vigorously as she can in an attempt to scramble Honey’s brain. The referee’s count brings a stop to the assault, but the damage seems to have already been done as Harris’ eyes drunkenly swim about in their sockets. She finds herself unable to resist when Addison rolls her onto her stomach and takes a seat on the small of her back, and the best she can do is attempt to steel herself for the imminent Camel Clutch.
Rather than a pair of hands looping under her chin, however, Honey feels ten talons sink into her breasts, five on the left and five on the right. She howls in protest against the double Breast Claws, but alas the referee can offer her no protection beyond a chance to surrender, as the FAWN rulebook offers notoriously wide latitude for such attacks. When Harris refuses to submit after a few seconds that’s Allison’s cue to crank back on the Camel Clutch, the Breast Claws proving just as effective as the more traditional Chinlock in forcing the Brit’s spine to curve into an awkward looking C-shape.
“You are such a loser!” Addison scoffs as she continues to maul her opponent’s bosom. “I bet you still use MySpace! You’re gonna post some whiny, emo horseshit after I whip your ass, aren’t you? WAH-WAH-WAH WOE IS ME! WAH-WAH-WAH I’M BEING BULLIED! So pathetic!”
With her opponent still refusing to give in and her hands starting to cramp, the redhead relinquishes the hold and gets up to deliver a couple of parting stomps to the back of the head while shaking the excess lactic acid out of her own fingers. Allison hauls the Brit upright, and from a position behind the beleaguered blonde, she reapplies the pair of Breast Claws. Honey’s voice is too exhausted to continue yowling in anguish, though the twisted grimace on her face says it all.
Fortunately, Addison decides to release tortuous claws after just a few seconds.
Unfortunately, that freedom comes in the form of being tossed over, back, and DOWN as Allison pops her hips to drive Harris into the deck with a Push-Up Plex.
PUSH-UP PLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LCYoIYiYtoU
“Uggghhh… you… you perfidious knave…!” Honey groans as she rolls to a corner after the booming impact, unsure of whether to tend to her aching back or chest first.
“Perfidi -- what?! God, stop talking like a special-needs retard!” Addison snaps, her face scrunching in irritation. “It’s already bad enough that you look like you were born with the autistic chromosome!”
Harris mumbles something in response from her spot in the corner, but it’s drowned out under a deafening avalanche of boos and jeers from the audience. If their denunciation bothers the Mean Girl, however, she doesn’t show it. She merely runs at the seated Brit and delivers a charging boot to the face at the end of her dash.
SHOESHINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=67iyJYw8bqk
The FAWNatics groan at the THWACK from the collision of boot-leather to skull which leaves their heroine in a questionable state of consciousness. Allison, on the other hand, figures that anything that works once is worth doing again, so she backs up to the opposite corner while rhythmically pumping her fist, which only raises the volume and the intensity of the boos. She charges again, looking to deliver a second Shoeshiner to the blonde’s lolling head, but moments before contact Honey manages to tumble away. Left at the mercy of her own inertia, Allison can’t abort her kick in time, and she ends up hitting nothing while getting her right leg entangled in the bottom rope.
An explosion of cheers from the arena reinvigorates Harris, and from her sprawled out position on the mat she launches into a short-range Chop Block, driving a shoulder into the side of Addison’s left knee. The joint buckles upon impact, and robbed of her last remaining leg, Allison topples to the mat with a wail.
Addison clutches her knee, her body rolling to a rest with her sternum underneath the bottom rope, her head resting on the apron. As the pain in that joint starts to fade a little, the thought occurs to the sadistic sorority sister that she might be well served to roll out a little further, to the floor. But that mental calculation doesn’t occur fast enough, for Honey Harris is already on her feet along the ropes, clutching the top cable with both hands. Rocking back, the blonde Briton launches herself over the taut rubber coated steel strand, swinging her body back toward the ring and extending a shapely leg in front of her. The result might not be “Sensational”, but the leg drop still finds its mark, Harris’ butt landing on the apron for a moment, before her momentum sends her tumbling the rest of the way to the floor.
SLINGSHOT LEG DROP TO THE OUTSIDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AZqDO6cTYVY
Popping up quickly, the bright eyed, youthful blonde hops back to the apron, while a groaning Allison starts to pull herself up along the ropes. Sweeping her upper body through the ropes, Honey turns and takes a seat on the middle cable, smiling out at the crowd as Addison starts to reach her knees.
Pointing a thumb at the redhead, Harris observes, “THIS BACON BIT IS PRETTY GOOD WHEN SHE’S DOING CHEAP SHOTS, ISN’T SHE?” Lacing an arm around the lithe American’s neck, the blonde adds, “WELL, LET’S SEE HOW SHE DOES WITH SOME REAL WRESTLING!”
Wriggling through the ropes until her boots rest against the middle strand, Honey launches herself back into the ring, swiveling her body and SLAMMING Allison’s face into the mat with a bulldog!
MIDDLE ROPE POSITIONED SPRINGBOARD BULLDOG”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OZSC5zvU4CY
Shoveling Addison to her back, Harris applies the cover, hooking a leg and scoring the…
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Allison gets a shoulder up.
She could’ve made a protest to the official, but that’s now how Honey rolls. Accepting that the match would continue, the British beauty turns toward her foe and once again shovels her over, this time to her stomach. As she slips her knees onto Allison’s back, letting them rest against the redhead’s spine, plenty of FAWNatics have an idea of what Harris has in store—even before she reaches toward Allison’s chin and her ankles. As Honey rocks over to her back, FAWN’s ultimate Mean Girl is hoisted into the air, Addison’s back impaled by her opponent’s knees and shins, especially as Honey starts to crank back on her dual handholds.
“How about it, Allison?” the referee asks. “Do you give? Want me to ring the bell? Just tell me…”
“OH JUST KEEP KISSING THAT BYTCH’S ASS AND STOP TALKING TO MEEEEEEEEAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHFFFFFUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
It’s seems safe to say that Allison doesn’t want to give up.
With her hands and legs starting to tire and no submission in sight, Honey releases the hold, sending Addison tumbling to the canvas with a shrug of her legs. Flexing her fingers as she climbs to her feet, the blonde Briton pulls Allison up as well, lining her opponent up with the far set of turnbuckles. Unlike her last attempt an Irish whip, this one goes off without a hitch, the sadistic sorority sister sent hurtling toward the corner. Allison turns her back at the last minute, her spine getting subjected to a little more trauma from the impact, and her arms not spilled over the top rope, Addison’s buckling legs would have sent her crashing to a seat…
… instead, the honor of knocking the redhead flat on her peach would belong to Honey’s elbow, the blow SLAMMED into Allison’s chest at the end of an impressive tumbling run across the ring. As Addison plops to a seat in the corner, long legs splayed in an open ‘V’, Honey retreats to the opposite corner. “SHE SEEMS AWFULLY FIXATED ON MY NAUGHTY BITS, DOESN’T SHE?” the Brit asks the FAWNatics. “WHAT SAY WE LET HER GET UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL WITH THEM, YEAH?”
And, with the hearty consent of the FAWNatics, Honey charges toward Allison, leaping toward an imaginary saddle, intent on busting this particularly obnoxious bronco…
Just as Addison had come to regret her attempt at a second Shoeshiner, however, so too does Harris regret her attempt at a Bronco Buster. Even as she hurtles through the air with her legs splayed in a V, Honey’s face contorts into a look of horror when Allison’s arms come up as a shield. Alas, it is already too late to abort, and rather than driving her hindquarters into her opponent’s chest and clavicle, she instead ends up impaling her own groin on a sharp, bony elbow.
The audience groans with empathetic pain as the blonde crumples into a heap in the Mean Girl’s lap with a high pitched wheeze of anguish. Allison isn’t quite fully recovered from Honey’s surge of offense either, but she retains enough of her senses to recognize the golden opportunity literally laid out in front of her. Once more she affixes a Crotch Claw to the center of Harris’ trunks and clamps down like she’s trying to squeeze blood from a stone, using her free hand to brace her clawing wrist in order to get even more leverage and pressure. The Brit spasms and flails like she’s being electrocuted, and fortunately her position in the corner means the ropes are within arms reach.
“Hey! C’mon Allison!” the referee half-commands, half-pleads. “She’s in the ropes!”
Surprisingly, the redhead disengages with no further argument, although she does deliver a final parting shot in the form of a Hammerfist to Honey’s much-abused center before tossing the blonde aside and hauling herself to her feet.
“Just giving this uggo virgin a taste of what it’s like to be touched like a real woman,” Allison sneers to the official as she drags Harris towards the center of the ring.
The FAWNatics boo her vociferously when it seems as if Addison is going to resume working the Brit’s sweet meat, but to their relief the redhead has something less catty and more technical in mind. She rolls Honey into a facedown position, then scissors one of the blonde’s calves between her own and lays down on Honey’s back. Rather than complete the STF with a traditional S-grip Facelock, however, Allison opts to Fishhook her fingers into her opponent’s mouth in order stretch Harris’ cheeks into a Glasgow grin.
“ERRRRRGEEEEHHHHRRRRDDD…!” Honey groans, her words rendered nearly unintelligible by the deformed shape of her lips.
The referee asks for her submission, but she finds the willpower to endure in spite of the blossoming fire in her knee and her hip and her spine and her neck and her mouth. In the wee hours of the morning on the other side of the Atlantic, all of her friends, family, coaches, and training partners were surely watching. Perhaps even the Sensational One herself was watching, and to give in now would be --
“What kind of buck-toothed loser aspires to be the next Shea London?!” Addison scoffs into her ear, seemingly having read Honey’s thoughts even while working the sadistic variant of the STF. “Was prostitute or meth addict or substitute teacher setting your sights too high or something?!”
If Allison had intended for her words to break the Brit’s spirit, they instead have the opposite effect. Harris twists and thrashes, blindly throwing elbows at her tormentor who seems to be just barely out of reach. Her efforts make the cramps in her back that much worse, yet she is not dissuaded, and after about a dozen seconds her struggle is rewarded when she lands an elbow flush against the side of the Mean Girl’s jaw. Momentarily knocked loopy, the redhead tumbles to the side and grants Honey her freedom.
Doing her best to shake off her various aches and pains, Harris forces herself to all fours and scrambles over to grasp her opponent’s right ankle. She staggers to her feet and steps in a circle around the captured limb and is just about to twist Allison’s legs into that dreaded Figure Four shape, but at the last moment Addison’s left leg lashes out and delivers a kick to Honey’s already devastated groin for the umpteenth time in the match. Harris can't even find it in herself to groan in anguish, so she silently drops into a heap and rolls onto her back.
“Goddamn it, Allison! No more Low Blows, or else!” the exasperated referee huffs.
“Oh, puh-leeze!” the teen terror retorts. “I couldn't hit her in her filthy crotch even if I wanted to! Her fat, lumpy thighs would just get in the way!”
Nevertheless, Addison senses that the official’s patience for her unsavory tactics is finally wearing thin, so she suppresses her instincts and refrains from stomping away at Honey’s undercarriage. Instead, she makes for the nearest corner and climbs the turnbuckles to a hearty round of jeers. Those jeers turn into gasps of horror, however, when Allison leaps from the top rope, intending to engage in some ironic gimmick
infringement by hitting a Not-So-Sensational Leg Drop across the neck of the still laid out blonde.
The FAWNatics don’t cotton on to the Mean Girl’s intentions, at least not until the redhead extends her luscious stems in front of her in mid-flight. At that point, the fans unload with a torrent of boos ad jeers, but as loud as they are, the cries of the crowd fail to stir the British blonde before Addison’s leg crashes down across her throat. Honey’s legs spasm into the air, and as Allison drapes herself across the foreign import’s chest, she captures one of those gams and hooks it for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Harris gets a shoulder up.
“ARE YOU F*CKIN’ KIDDING ME?
?” Allison explodes, quickly scrambling to her knees and crawling to get directly into the referee’s face. “ARE YOU SERIOUSLY GONNA SIT THERE AND TRY TO TELL ME THAT I CAN’T GET A ONE-TWO-THREE WITH THE SAME MOVE SOME TEA-SWILLING GERIATRIC BYTCH CAN???”“Sorry, Charlie,” the referee replies, shaking his head. “That was on…”
“DO I LOOK LIKE THAT FLAT CHESTED SKANK DAWSON TO YOU, PAL???” the sadistic sorority sister snaps, thoroughly indignant.
The official continues to make his case, Allison protesting with vigor… and all the while, Honey Harris’ legs kick and thrash, her hands pawing and clawing at her opponent’s thigh, which happens to be situated directly above the redhead’s shin, which at this moment is compressing the British blonde’s windpipe. Unfortunately for Harris, Addison’s discussion keeps the zebra engaged for several seconds more—considerably longer than the five count she would have had to work with if she had opted for a more blatant choke. But eventually, he can’t help but notice the international veteran’s flailing, and he orders a break.
Of course, Addison waits until the very brink of disqualification before lifting her shin, allowing Honey to roll over to her right hip, wide eyed and open mouthed, the Briton letting out a loud gasp now that she can finally breathe again. Pulling the blonde up with a handful of hair, Allison whips her foe into the near corner, Harris only just managing to turn into the collision before her back strikes the buckles. Again, she gasps, her head whiplashing forward as the impact knocks out what little air she had managed to replenish her lungs with. With the Brit’s head bowed, Addison retreats to the opposite corner—and having stolen from the London playbook, the sadistic sorority sister now borrows from Honey herself earlier in the match, initiating an impressive tumbling run toward her opponent…
… only instead of concluding her run with a back elbow as Harris had done, when Allison comes out of a final flip, she delivers a BLISTERING bytch slap to the British blonde’s left cheek, snapping Honey’s head to the right. The rest of Harris’ body follows as she staggers out of the corner, along the ropes. A smirking Addison doesn’t attempt to stop her. Instead, the redhead grabs a handful of hair, pushing Honey’s face down toward the rubber coated steel of the top rope—Honey’s EYES, specifically. And as she presses down, the sadistic sorority sister leads her foe out toward the middle of the ropes, Harris shrieking in agony each step of the way.
Stopping near the halfway point between the two ringposts, Allison pulls up on the Brit’s noggin, spinning the blonde so that her back is to the ropes. Pushing down on Honey’s shoulders, she forces her foe down to her knees, Harris more preoccupied with rubbing some vision back into her eyes than in resisting the Mean Girl. Practically licking her lips, Addison pulls the blonde’s hands away from her face, forcing Honey’s arms over the middle rope before reaching down and pulling the BOTTOM rope up and over the middle cable, binding Honey’s biceps.
“Come on, Allison,” the referee chides the redhead, but Allison holds her hands up in innocence as she turns her back to the bound beauty.
“Not touching her,” Addison declares, before adding, “yet.”
The sadistic sorority city leans back, throwing her arms across the top rope as she presses her backside into Harris’ face, subjecting the British newcomer to a somewhat unique variation on the traditional stinkface—as much as there is ANYTHING traditional about a stinkface. With her arms restrained, Honey can’t even attempt to push against her opponent’s hips. Her boots can only kick at the apron as the Mean Girl sweeps her hips side to side….
“ONE!” the official barks, but Allison is unmoved.
“TWO!!”
Addison stops her buffeting, but not the assault. Instead, the redhead pushes her hips forward, only to viciously thrust back, pretty much twerking her rump against Honey’s features.
“THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!”
Allison pushes away from the ropes, sweeping her hands into the air as she steps away—a gesture which helps to distract the referee from the heel that catches Honey (you guessed it right between the thighs. Once the redhead gives them space, the referee swoops in, quickly extricating the glistening eyed English rose from her prison. Harris slumps forward, landing on her hands and knees, wheezing and coughing. Circling back to her prey, Addison reaches down and coils some of Honey’s locks around her fingers. She uses that hairhold to guide a crawling Harris away from the ropes, toward center ring.
Tugging the FAWN newcomer up to rubbery legs, Addison threads an arm through the blonde’s thighs and scoops Honey up to a chest. Allison then promptly genuflects, depositing Harris belly first onto the redhead’s knee, driving even more air out of the Brit’s abused lungs. The Mean Girl places a forearm across Honey’s back, holding the blonde in place as her other hand slips inside the waistband of Harris’ briefs. Slooowly, Addison peels those bottoms down her hips, teasing and enflaming the passions of the crowd as she bares Honey’s backside to an angered but appreciative audience.
And once Honey’s togs rest underneath the curve of her glutes, the redhead raises her hand high, then swings it down, delivering a dozen crisp, echoing swats to her opponent’s backside. By the time Addison is done, both of the Brit’s cheeks have been left with multiple overlapping, crimson handprints. Taking Harris’ waistband again, the sadistic sorority sister pulls Honey’s briefs back into place—only to then savagely YAAAANK them up, higher and harder, much of the fabric quickly disappearing into the crevice of the blonde’s tush.
“Who says I’m heartless?” Addison asks. “As much as those cheeks have GOT to be stinging right now…”
Honey bites her bottom lip, doing her best to suppress a sob even as her eyes well with agony and shame. Never before had she been abused and humiliated by such galling tactics in the ring. She had understood these things were necessary bumps on the road to glory in FAWN, but now Harris realizes that nothing could have prepared her for experiencing such maneuvers firsthand. As Allison saws the Wedgie back and forth, trying to give the blonde a hysterectomy with her own trunks, a very small yet very real part of Honey begins wishing that she were back home instead.
Mercifully, the redhead eventually relents on the torture of her own volition, and she lets the Brit roll off her posted thigh and slop to the mat. Harris appears utterly spent, not even possessing the strength to rearrange her bikini bottoms, and Addison nudges her onto her back before planting a domineering boot on her sternum. The referee is immediately down on the mat, and he slaps out…
ONE!
TWO!
THR--NO!
The slightest of shivers brings Honey’s right shoulder a couple of inches off the mat at the last possible second, her pride forcing her to continue the fight. The fans cheer Harris’ resilience, although Addison also seems to be delighted that she can further torment her foe, and she hauls Honey off the mat with two handfuls of golden hair.
The Mean Girl’s intuition tells her that it would be unwise to test the official’s patience with another blatant shot below the belt, but she knows there are legal ways to continue punishing the Brit’s groin. Allison dips down into a crouch, wraps her arms around her opponent’s hips, then raises to full height in order to lift Harris into the air.
“N-No… Noooo…” Honey weakly croaks, knowing all too well what's about to happen next.
Unfortunately, her plea falls on deaf ears as Addison drops to one knee and genuflects, thumping the blonde’s tailbone and crotch across a posted thigh.
INVERTED ATOMIC DROP:
m.youtube.com/watch?v=KvTCG3QHglI
This time Honey can't help but let out a guttural, full-throated wail of anguish. Noticing that her Inverted Atomic Drop has had the desired effect, Allison repeats the maneuver by quickly standing and dropping to one knee a second time. The second impact elicits from Harris a series of despairing, heaving sobs rather than a wail, and hundreds -- perhaps thousands -- of fans direct their rancor at the referee, demanding that he disqualify the sadistic redhead. The man can only shake his head ruefully, however, as Addison’s latest tactic in the war against Honey’s undercarriage is one hundred percent by the book.
Allison smirks and blows a kiss to the apoplectic audience, then she starts to lift her foe for a third consecutive Inverted Atomic Drop. Honey suddenly hooks one of Addison’s legs with her own to prevent liftoff, however, a credit to her instincts and years of experience. Before the Mean Girl can react, she finds herself pulled off balance and rolled onto the canvas with a Small Package. A wave of panic floods her brain as she squirms, flails, and kicks while the official and twenty thousand raucous fans count out…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE?!
SMALL PACKAGE:
m.youtube.com/watch?v=kaFWiDOkn8U
Allison powers her way out of the pin and sits on her haunches, eyes wild and incredulous as she stares at the referee and holds up to fingers. To the dismay of everyone in the arena except one, the man confirms that she had beaten the count, if only by the slimmest of margins. Just as she’s breathing a sigh of relief, however, a miraculously resurgent Harris pistons a low Super Kick into the side of her head. Blindsided by the wicked strike, Addison is knocked into a semi-conscious sprawl in the center of the ring, eyes glassy and glazed as she lies on her back.
The FAWNatics practically explode into a rhythmic, deafening chant of “HUN-NEY! HUN-NEY!” but their heroine somehow knows that the fight is not yet over. Honey eschews an attempt at a pin, though she does take a few seconds to finally resolve her Wedgie problem, wincing and cringing the whole time. Summoning her last reserves of strength, Harris staggers to a corner and begins climbing to the top turnbuckle. A palpable undercurrent of concern runs through the crowd, as they are unsure if the young spitfire has it in her to execute any high-flying acrobatics in her current state.
At first, it seems the crowd’s fear is unjustified, Honey making it to her perch safely, if not necessarily with the grace and speed she usually does. Fortune continues to smile on the blonde Brit as her opponent makes it up to her feet, with her back turned to Harris and to her corner. The moment that it takes Allison to turn around buys the international star the time she needs to leap and twist into a crossbody that takes the redheaded Mean Girl down hard to the mat…
… but THAT is when things take an unexpected turn, Addison showing perhaps some surprising ring savvy in being able to use Honey’s moment against her, the sadistic sorority sister managing to roll through their landing so that it is Harris who finds herself with her back flat against the canvas. Addison, meanwhile, reaches to hook a leg as the referee slides into position…
ONE…
Unobserved by the official, but spotting by eagle eyed FAWNatics everywhere, Allison’s OTHER hand claims a healthy sized helping of Honey’s tights, pulling on them for added leverage…
TWO…
The British beauty’s legs kick even more frantically as she tries to preserve her life in this contest…
THREE?
??Finally, Honey’s desperate struggles manage to send the redhead tumbling of her, but had it been in time? Allison herself seems to think not, the redhead rolling up to her knees, throwing both her arms and her head back in a display of triumph. The crowd immediately starts to boo…
… until the official holds up only TWO fingers. At which point, the FAWNatics begin to cheer in unrestrained jubilation. The roar of the fans causes Addison to lower her arms, but before she can utter even her first syllable of protest, an arm slips around her neck, Honey coming from out of nowhere to dive over Allison’s shoulders, digging deep into her back of tricks to find a move she had once termed her Honey Dew.
HONEY DEW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IT3Wi_1tIXE
Palming the face down redhead’s shoulders, Honey uses her opponent’s prone form to push herself up, before reaching down and pulling Allison back to verticality as well. But while the Mean Girl’s bell might still be ringing, she manages to take Harris’ wrist and attempts to abruptly reel the blonde toward her, and into a wicked short arm clothesline…
… but out of perhaps nothing more than instinct, Harris manages to do if not the impossible, then at least the highly improbable. First, the British beauty manages to duck the would-be scythe… just. But she doesn’t just duck that clothesline. Honey also HOOKS that arm and flips herself over it. Landing on her feet, the blonde swiftly locks on an arm around Allison’s head, kicks her feet into the air and drops back, SPIKING Addison’s skull into the canvas with an amazing floatover DDT.
FLOATOVER DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zbQ1zL6Tq3o
Most if not all of the FAWNatics jump out of their seats, a renewed chant of “HUN-NEY! HUN-NEY!” echoing throughout the FAWN Arena… but alas, one person in the building cannot get back to her feet, Harris only making it as far as all fours as she crawls toward the ropes. Reaching her destination, the Brit reaches for the middle rope, her body sagging heavily against the cables, her arms spilling through them. But then, Honey’s right arm rises, her hand pleading with the crowd to get louder still, and the FAWNatics readily oblige.
Feeding off their energy and volume, the British import pulls herself up along the ropes, Allison struggling to regain verticality in her own right near the center of the ring—and once again in Harris’ favor, the redhead’s back is to her foe. As Addison starts to turn, Honey pushes away from the cables, sprinting toward the sadistic sorority sister. Taking to the skies, the youthful blonde grabs two handfuls of hair as Honey’s body begins to sweep by her opponent, her momentum beginning to spin Addison around as well. In the next instant, Harris draws her knees up toward Allison’s jaw, the Brit falling to her back and springing her deadly Honey Trap.
HONEY TRAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AszkGgipGKA
The sadistic sorority city is launched into the air before she flops over to her back, arms and legs splayed, Allison left in a boneless starfish. But, much to the crowd’s distress, Honey winds up in much the same shape, sprawled on her back, staring up at the lights, practically unmoving. Even more alarming for the FAWNatics, in spite of their best efforts to turn the volume up past ‘11’ and all the way to ‘12’, the blonde Brit fails to stir. Had she spent the last of her reserves to spring her Trap?
Thankfully, eventually, Honey does begin to move—but it’s neither up to her feet or over to her foe. Instead, the blonde rolls toward the apron, underneath the bottom rope. Then, with the assistance of those ropes, Harris hauls herself up onto shaking legs. It is readily apparent that the sweat soaked Brit is running on fumes as she clings to the cables, but as the crowd continues to cheer her name, Harris’ eyes lock on the near ringpost. Victory was hers, if she could just hit her Reading Rainbow. If she could… just… get to the top rope…
Focusing on nothing but the top turnbuckle, Honey drags herself toward the corner with faltering steps. And soon, the roar of the crowd has merged with the pounding of blood in her ears as she lumbers toward the post. Using all of her remaining strength, she begins to scale the ropes, her steps weak and weary, but determined. Honey is SO determined and focused, in fact, that she fails to notice the shift in the FAWNatics’ tenor…
The blonde’s first indication of trouble comes once she reaches the top rope, when she fails to spot the fallen Addison where she had left her. As Harris had fought her way toward the corner, the Mean Girl had been fighting to reach her feet, which she had done, even though her legs TOO show the strain of the contest as they tremble and quake. And as Honey starts to look up, Addison’s legs buckle, sending her lurching forward…
Fortunately for the redhead, the ropes break her fall.
Unfortunately for Honey, the impact of Allison’s sinewy frame with the cables sends a shockwave reverberating through the rubber coated steel—a shockwave which proves strong enough to overwhelm Honey’s balance. Even as her boots start to slip, Harris wails a despairing, helpless, “NooooooooooouuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”
Nearly every FAWNatic in attendance winces as Honey’s stems are bisected once again, this time by the iron connecting the turnbuckle to the ringpost.
This time, the ring rather than Allison had been the source of trauma for Honey’s much maligned flower. Arguably, Addison had not even meant to inflict more trauma on this occasion—but that doesn’t mean the redhead won’t take advantage. Lumbering into the corner, Allison grabs two handfuls of hair, which she uses to send Honey CRASHING to her back via an avalanche hairmare. The Mean Girl then slumps against the buckles, her arms resting on the top rope, each ragged breath showing the strain she has endured…
But her eyes, they show both fierce determination and murderous intent.
Unfortunately for fans of sugar and spice and everything nice, Honey appears to be far less with it. Her latest fall onto the corner buckle seems to be the straw that broke the camel’s toe, and she weakly writhes and whimpers on the mat with her hands clutched between her thighs. Amid the cacophony of boos and jeers, she hears a few heartbroken, concerned voices calling to her from the front rows. Not encouraging her to rally her reserves and beat back the red menace, but imploring her to stay down for her own good -- begging her to concede the battle today in order to better fight the war tomorrow.
Harris considers the thought for scarcely a second before she discards it. Her idol had suffered through worse -- FAR worse -- en route to carving out a career that was the stuff of legend for young wrestlers all over the world, and if Honey were to be worthy of that legacy, she would have to do the same. Her resolve crystallizing, the Brit rolls onto her belly and then crawls to hands and knees.
“LET’S GO! LET’S GOOOOOOOO!” she roars to herself as she pounds a fist into the canvas and rears back onto her haunches to the delight of the audience.
That’s as far as she gets before Allison nails her in the back of the head with a Running Knee, causing her to faceplant into the mat in a semi-conscious sprawl.
“Did you bunch of toothless meth-heads think that this basic bitch had a chance against ME?!” Addison shouts at the groaning audience while she drags Honey up by the hair.
Allison manages to trap her opponent in a Standing Headscissors, no easy feat considering the jelly-like consistency of the blonde’s legs. Predictably, the Mean Girl goes for the Wedgie once more as she sticks her hands into the legholes of the Brit’s trunks and yanks back as hard as she can. This time Honey cannot find it in herself to resist as she’s hauled up by her bikini bottoms into the precarious Piledriver position. Addison holds her upside down for several seconds to add to the humiliation, and a number of heartless fans cannot resist their baser instincts as they pull out their phones to snap pictures of the blonde’s mostly exposed nether region.
Once she’s satisfied that the moment of her triumph will be tweeted and re-tweeted ad infinitum, Allison drops to a seat and violently spikes Honey’s head into the deck. Harris shudders upon impact, and then crumples into a heap as Addison climbs to her feet. The redhead makes an exaggerated show of brushing off her shoulders and then she pompously plants a boot on the sternum of the devastated Brit. The referee grumbles unhappily over the redhead’s behavior, but he is obligated to do his duty, so he counts out…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE?!
...before Honey suddenly shows signs of life, as in one smooth motion she shoves aside Allison’s foot, rolls away, and clambers to her haunches once more. The crowd erupts in rapturous joy, and both wrestlers direct their gazes towards the referee, one frantic and incredulous, and the other triumphant and hopeful.
Alas, the official cannot bring himself to meet Honey’s eyes as he turns towards the timekeeper and signals for the bell, the Brit’s resurgence having come just fractions of a second too late. Harris sighs heavily as her head and shoulders slump in dejection, unable to hide her disappointment that her take on the London Run had died on the vine. Her only solace comes in the fact that the FAWNatics are booing so loudly that they completely drown out the sound of the PA announcing her opponent as the winner of the match. She’s still on her knees fighting to keep her composure when she sees an open hand stuck in front of her face.
A hand that’s slender, pale-skinned, and red-nailed.
Allison’s hand.
“Shake my hand,” the redhead demands.
Honey doesn’t take it. She rises to her feet on her own and looks the Mean Girl in the eyes, Addison’s lips twisted into a smug, superior smirk that would have earned a punch to the mouth from just about any other woman on the roster.
But not Harris.
The British ingenue simply turns around without a word and starts walking for the edge of the ring, a noticeable hitch in her gait after all the damage to her groin.
“Tsk, tsk. What would Shea think...” Allison disdainfully scoffs, freezing Honey in her steps. “Who would be so disrespectful that she only offers to shake hands after squeaking out a lucky win over that beached whale Avery, but refuses to shake the hand of the wrestler who beat her fair and square?! An honorless brat, that’s who! A sore loser! A COWARD--”
Harris whirls around and grasps her foe’s outstretched hand, squeezing so hard that the Mean Girl visibly winces. The blonde gives a couple of quick pumps, then starts to turn around and walk off again, only to find that Addison will not release her hand.
“Oh, don’t be so hasty now!” Allison patronizingly chides. “Let the Gladiatrix photographers get a good shot for posterity! Let everyone know how GOOD and HONORABLE you are! We’ll share the centerfold in an article about sportsmanship in wrestling!”
Honey glares at the redhead, anger smoldering in her eyes. Nevertheless, the normally affable Brit forces a wan smile onto her face, and the pair of wrestlers turn their heads to face the photographers at ringside. A cannonade of camera flashes go off, and that’s when disaster strikes. Taking advantage of her opponent being momentarily blinded, Allison lashes out with a Snap Kick to Honey’s crotch yet again, the motion having become second nature to the point that the Mean Girl’s own dazzled eyesight is no impediment to hitting her target.
Harris doubles over immediately, and then Addison reels her in, turns 180 degrees, and secures a Three Quarters Facelock on the Brit. Allison winks at the photographers who are still shooting, and to the horror of the fans, she takes another page out of the London playbook as she kicks her legs out in front and drops to the mat, crushing Honey’s jaw against her shoulder.
WINTER PARK CALLING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_Tjt9Amhg4
Thankfully the impact renders Harris immediately unconscious so that she does not have to suffer the indignity of Addison laughing at her expense, chortling so loudly as to be plainly audible over the combined jeers of twenty thousand fans.
“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU STUPID BITCH! YOU STUPID, STUPID BITCH! EVERYONE… EVERYONE SAW THAT COMING! EXCEPT YOU! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Allison cackles before she motions to one of the photographers. “LEMME SEE THE PICTURES! PLEASE… PLEASE TELL ME YOU GOT ALL THAT! HAHAHAHA!”
The photographer did indeed get multiple shots of the entire sequence, starting from Allison’s kick to the groin all the way through to the impact of the Ace Crusher. This amuses the Mean Girl to the point that she drops to the mat in hysterics, rolling back and forth as she holds her own gut. She’s still breathlessly guffawing when the highlight package for the next match plays, and the techs come to drag her and the corpse of her opponent out of the ring.