Post by bigfan on Jun 8, 2017 23:25:15 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen!” The announcer checked his notes one final time and raised the microphone to his lips once again. “The following contest is a three-way elimination match. Please welcome first, weighing in at one hundred and thirty nine pounds and standing at six feet and tow inches, she hails from Reykjavik, Iceland and is the Gladiatrix magazine Rookie of the Year…the Stranger, ASTRID WHITE!” Any response from the crowd was drowned by the four thumping bass heartbeats which rocked through the speakers, the lights dimming in response.
BRENNEISTEINN www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oc6zXSdYXm8
A huge pair of hyper-realistic eyes opened up on the ‘tron, blinking and focusing slightly as the song’s bass-driven chaos was joined by a surprisingly delicate vocal. The woman herself made an appearance soon after; picked out in a spotlight among twilight. Face hooded, she looked impossibly tall and slender in the low lighting as she set off on a slow, methodical stride to the ring.
ASTRID WHITE
This FAWNatics a clear view of those impossibly long and well toned legs, ending in midnight blue lycra boyshorts. Her top was mostly covered by the dark leather jacket, but the opening exposed a white meshed top covering the modest swell of her chest, as well as a glimpse of arguably the most well-defined abs in FAWN.
The Stranger reached the ring and carried on around to the back, stepping up on the apron in one stride and slipping through the strands, she made her way to one corner and ascended the second turnbuckle just as her music again paused. On the final bass heartbeat the lights flared back on, and White flicked her hood back at the same time to reveal her sharply contoured face framed by an artfully wavy blonde bob. She flashed a hand over one grey-green eye, tilting her head to form an A sigil matched by a few fans in the audience.
The announcer raised his mic again. “Next, from Paraburdoo, Western Australia…standing at 5’9” and weighing in tonight at 141lbs…the Powerhouse of Paraburdoo…JUSTINE FREEBORNE!” No ambiguity in the crowd here, they rose as one and screamed their hearts out to welcome one of their favourites.
THUNDERSTRUCK www.youtube.com/watch?v=v2AC41dglnM
Slipping through the curtain on the first chant of ‘THUN-DER’, Justine waved enthusiastically to acknowledge the love being showered on her and then popped a seriously impressive double bicep flex, accompanied by a ‘POP’ of pyro in Australian green-and-gold. For this climactic three-way Justine had chosen a slightly more bling version of her usual togs. The sporty turquoise bikini was still there but her usual chunky belt was gleaming gold rather than white, matched by the golden pads and boots she wore.
JUSTINE FREEBORNE
Slapping hands on the way to the ring, the Awesome Aussie paused next to a camera. "Like the new belt?" She asked playfully, earning a cheer from the nearby fans.“Tonight I’m sweeping these two bludgers out the way, but then I’m gonna go pay a visit to Jenny Jacobs and see if she can’t give me an even better one” Another roar of approval greeted this proclamation, earning a fist pump from Justine before she jogged off and slid under the ropes.
With Freeborne and White staring daggers at each other, the arena lights wavered in time with the grumble of heavy machinery grinding away under the noonday sun. Their noise was soon joined by a more musical accompaniment, a wailing harmonica that called forth one of the most dangerous women on the continent. “And finally, hailing from Jackson, Tennessee she stands at five feet ten inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-eight pounds, she is the Coutrycidal Maniac, the Queen of Razorback Holler, this is HARLEY JO COLLINS!”
SHINE DOWN: www.youtube.com/watch?v=XXvUg4bo0qM
HARLEY JO COLLINS:
Accompanied by Godsmack and her ever present smirk, the Tennessee Terror pushed the curtain aside and offered the crowd a little salute before turning her attention to the women in the ring. Pleased by the notion of punishing both of the meddling airheads at once, Collins stifled a chuckle and started down the ramp. As per the usual, Collins wore a pair of ancient denim overalls that were mostly there to serve as a pocket for her libation of choice. Speaking of which, Harley reached into the back pocket of her denim, removed a bottle of Mad Dog 20/20 and treated herself to a healthy nip and then another, one for each idiot.
Already loud, the capacity crowd amped it up that much more when the lanky brunette put a hand to one shoulder and undid the clasps on the overalls, leaving them in a puddle at her feet. Stripped to the essentials, she wore a black fightin’ rumble-kini, white pads and ‘Stars and Bars’ patterned boots. From there she slid under the bottom rope, pushed to her feet and strode to the middle of the ring. Arms spread wide, Collins turned in a wide circle that allowed her wink at both Astrid and Justine. Neither rose to the bait, but that was fine. Harley Jo Collins was nothing if not patient and she could wait a little longer to sink her claws into these two little piggies.
Triple threat matches were always a nightmare for a referee, and Al Carpenter was a little relieved just to have got all three women into the ring without any major incidents or foreign objects. The lanky zebra gave himself a second to ready for the carnage which was surely coming and then let the timekeeper know that this match was now live. The FAWNatics raised their decibel levels a few more notches at the sound of the bell, but in the ring it looked like all three competitors were happy to let someone else make the first move.
Perhaps unsurprisingly it was Justine who broke that deadlock. Stepping away from the relative safety of her corner, the Aussie flashed a trademark cheerful grin but was careful to keep both women in eyeshot. “C’mon out ladies!” she called, “these punters have paid for a show and I reckon I’m ready to give them one.” She busted out a big bicep flex as she did so, her smile widening as the crowd roared their approval.
Harley wasn’t quite ready to take the bait just yet, but she did give a quick smirk of her own. “Funny you say that, darlin,” she drawled, “last time we tussled I seem to remember your ‘show’ was mostly just moanin’, wailin’, and fallin’ asleep.” Freeborne rolled her eyes and held up a finger on one hand and a fist with the other, her little reminder of what the record books said about the outcome of their previous meeting.
“Now our dear young girl over there,” Harley continued, nodding towards the motionless Stranger in the opposite corner, “Sweet Astrid learned herself some brand new tricks. The sort of tricks she once told me were disgustin’. Must be feelin’ pretty disgusted with yourself right now girl?”
Astrid flashed an icy glare, but only for a second. Justine had used Harley’s monologue to move into a much more threatening range, and despite being the least experienced person in this match she knew that being backed into a corner was not a good idea. White pushed her shoulders off the buckles and began circling along the ropes, her feet crossing sideways as she tried to maintain some distance from the blonde amazon cutting off her space.
This cagey start continued for another ten seconds, Harley smirking while her opponents circled each other like lionesses. But the standoff broke when Astrid feinted to move in and then charged off the other way, leaping off her feet towards the surprised Tennessee Terror. Collins just about managed to get her head out of the way, but White’s flying elbow smash caught her square in the breastbone.
With the ropes at Harley’s back she had nowhere to go, and the impact instead drove her up and over. The big brunette completed an awkward-looking forced somersault over the strands and just about landed on her feet on the floor, staggering and tripping to her tush. The fall didn’t actually cause much pain, but the humiliation was heightened by the sight of Astrid smirking down at her.
Carpenter was over in a flash to ask that Harley get back in the ring, but Astrid wasn’t interested in that, switching her attention to Justine. She turned away from the ropes and spun straight into a vicious Aussie chop which lit up her breastbone. Freeborne unleashed a second big chop, enjoying the meaty ‘thud’ noise it made, and then grabbed the reeling Stranger’s arm and spun to one side, launching the taller woman towards the opposite ropes with an Irish Whip.
White caught her equilibrium quickly and roared back off the ropes, that elbow cocked again and ready to send Justine out of the ring to join their other opponent. Unfortunately the Awesome Aussie had her well scouted, ducking smoothly under the attempted strike. Astrid was so concerned with stopping before a painful front-on collision with the opposite ropes that she failed to notice Harley, back on her feet and hopping up on the apron.
Collins grinned and lifted one knee up between the top and middle ropes, allowing it to bury deep into the onrushing Stranger’s tummy. Astrid let out a heavy ‘ooof’ and staggered backwards, straight into Justine Freeborne’s perfectly timed rolling elbow! The bony joint smashed into White’s temple and sent the tall girl staggering sideways into a clumsy sprawl on the mat, continuing her roll to drop out under the bottom rope and stumbling off to clear her head.
ROLLING ELBOW
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rSpie1RYW7U
Under normal circumstances Justine might have chased after the beanpole Icelander. But the Powerhouse of Paraburdoo could see Harley Jo Collins starting to slip back between the ropes, and that gave her another opportunity. With that in mind she burst forward into a beautiful running dropkick, catching Collins solidly in the torso just as the brunette was ducking to get through the ropes and sending her sprawling back to the outside.
This time Harley’s landing was a lot more painful, thumping into the barely padded concrete on her side and letting out a slightly winded groan. She could hear Carpenter let out a bit of a groan too, and repeat his demand that they all get back in the ring. But that was the least of her worries as a pair of white Muay Thai boots appeared in her vision, one lifting up and driving back down hard into her sternum.
Astrid shifted sideways a little and fired another quick, stiff kick, this one SMECKing into the downed woman’s knee as she cured up. Then she bent, stuffed a palm into the Vicious Volunteer’s face just because she could, and grabbed one handful of hair and another of togs ready to haul her back upright. This was made considerably harder when Harley took a firm grasp of her top and started yanking at the thin material, her other hand dropping to take a similar grip on the blonde’s lycra bottoms.
Preoccupied as they were with each other, Astrid and Harley had both temporarily forgotten that Justine was alone in the ring. The Awesome Aussie had been on top form in the first minute or two of the match and she was clearly keen to continue as she had started. The crowd were of a similar opinion, giving her a roar of approval which doubled in volume when Justine pointed a finger gun at her struggling opponents, pulled the imaginary trigger, and then sprinted to the far ropes, returning at top speed with mischief in her mind.
Outside the ring, Astrid and Harley had got most of the way to vertical when the crowd’s roar alerted them that something might be wrong. Both realised that they’d lost track of the third woman in their equation, but neither was quite able to release their grips in time to avoid what was coming. And that meant they were still locked close together when Freeborne threw herself between the ropes at top speed.
SUICIDE DIVE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nt3IC7QX0HQ
The barrelling Aussie sent both women sprawling into the crash barrier separating them from the fans. Justine’s landing was far more pleasant thanks to the cushioning she received, and the wet thump of two bodies smashing heavily into the lightly padded metal made it even sweeter. Springing nimbly to her feet, Freeborne popped a quick fist pump to acknowledge the noisy cheers in the audience and then stood over the pile of human wreckage she had just rammed into the barricade.
Looking to continue her hot start, Justine gestured to the anxious figure of Al Carpenter back in the ring and raised her voice over the crowd noise. “No use lyin around out here cobbers, that fella wants us back in the ring double quick.” Neither Harley nor Astrid seemed particularly interested in helping out with this request, but Justine gave them no choice, taking one handful of blonde locks and another of chestnut.
It didn’t seem likely that any woman, even one known as the pound-for-pound strongest in FAWN, would be able to lift two opponents up just by their hair. Astrid and Harley didn’t fancy being the subjects in this particular test of Justine’s muscle though, so both scrambled hard and just about made it to standing before the powerhouse blonde had to do it for them. Astrid looked slightly the worse for wear, gulping air and rubbing ineffectually at an angry red welt where her midriff had collapsed around the barricade, so Freeborne focused her attention on Colllins.
Despite her slightly bruised state the Queen of Razorback Holler was ready, swinging a big forearm which thumped into the Aussie’s chest. Justine absorbed the blow with a little ‘oomph’ noise and launched a retaliatory headbutt into the bridge of Harley’s nose. Briefly seeing stars, Collins was easy prey when Justine took another hair hold and used it to swing her around into a face-first collision with the ring apron.
Momentarily stunned, Harley raised one arm up to protect her face and heard an Aussie golf clap behind her. “You nearly made it back in the ring babe,” Justine drawled, “but I guess you need help the rest of the way.” Taking a firm grasp on the back of Collins’ trunks, Justine caused an awkward wedgie and a small mewl of pain when she hauled up and shoveled the big brunette back up under the ropes.
Feeling pretty pleased with herself, Justine turned around and realised she’d made her first mistake of the night. Left alone by the barrier, White had enough precious seconds of rest to shake out the cobwebs and recover from the effects of that breathless suicide dive, meaning that she was now plenty ready to return to the fray. And seeing Freeborne with her back turned gave her the perfect opportunity.
As soon as Justine started turning around Astrid charged forwards and raised one leg, delivering the Yakuza Kick which Astrid had taken to calling ‘White Heat’. The strike was brutal in any circumstance, but this particular version had an even more dramatic impact than usual. Firstly, the unfortunate timing of Justine’s spin meant that she had no way of seeing the blow before it landed, taking it square in the jaw with no flinching or protection. This also meant that she wasn’t able to brace, the kick sending her sprawling backwards into a second concussive crash, this time with the back of her head hitting the exposed metal ring post.
YAKUZA KICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BqolN99S-gU
The crowd let out a sympathetic “OOOOOOOOHH” as the twin blows sent Justine slumping to her knees. Al was also wincing after the sickening impact, but he was damned if he was climbing out of the ring to check his charge was ok. Instead he quickly glanced behind him to where Harley was still seeing stars and then caught Astrid’s eye. “Get her back in the ring Astrid, I’ve asked you all enough times now!”
Astrid fixed him with a blank stare in return. “This is a triple threat match, Mr Carpenter” she said, sounding confused to the point of obvious sarcasm. “Countouts and disqualifications do not apply. Why therefore should I pay any attention to you?”
Carpenter cursed internally for a second, during which time Astrid had pulled Justine to standing (or more accurately swaying) and stepped behind her. “I won’t disqualify you but I’m damn sure not counting a pin or a submission out there. If you’re planning to win, get it back in the ring.”
The Stranger nodded almost sadly. Then she wrapped her arms around Freeborne’s tanned waist, braced her legs and lifted up and backwards. The Snap German Suplex sent Justine thumping down onto her back and shoulders, sliding a little on the thin floor matting and coming to a stop in a gasping pile. Astrid rose casually, rolled herself onto the apron and under the bottom rope, and popped up to her feet only to feel two strong arms look around her waist
SNAP OVERHEAD GERMAN SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mTs1XeH758
“Hey there darlin’. Remember this?” Harley purred into her ear. Knowing what was coming, White immediately started twisting and jerking in the hopes of getting out, but the Queen of Razorback Holler just hung on tight and turned one of her hands around. Fingers bent, all she had to do was squeeze a little harder to give the Stranger another taste of that same hateful claw which had sent her into sobbing defeat back at Thrills, Chills and Spills. Astrid let out a pained hiss and threw a wild elbow backwards, not really landing cleanly but managing to rotate them both a little.
Harley just grinned and bore down even harder on the claw, but the combination of White’s flailing and her extraordinarily long reach meant that she was just able to grasp her fingertips around the top rope. Carpenter was immediately there to demand that Harley break the hold, but the Countrycidal Maniac was in no rush.
“This dear girl was kind enough ta’ remind you just now that there’s no disqualifications in this contest,” Collins reasoned. “Way I see it, she’s welcome to fight her way out, but you’ve no business tellin’ me to let ‘er gWHOAH!”
The rope might not have been enough to earn White a hold break, but they did give her a lot more leverage. She used this to the full, pulling at the same time as she kicked her legs up so that Harley had to either let her claw go or risk an awkward fall with the Stranger landing on top. She chose option one, raising her hands to steady herself, and Astrid dropped to her butt blissfully free of those evil talons.
She didn’t waste a second of that freedom, hopping into a crouch and delivering an awkward looking but surprisingly effective short kick into Collins’ knee. Harley was still trying to rediscover her balance when another long Icelandic leg scythed out and swept her knees out from under her, sending her down in a heap.
Since her arrival in FAWN Astrid White had become known in the locker room thorough scouting of opponents, and after several previous battles she knew HJC almost too well. That knowledge meant that she had a good idea that Harley was going to plant her hands and try to get back to her feet as quickly as possible. When the Vicious Volunteer did just that, White snatched one wrist smoothly away from her, yanked it down between her own legs, and then wormed her way under and around the struggling Tennessean to take possession of her other arm.
From this point all the Arctic Assasin had to do was squeeze those long legs together and stretch them out, yanking her hands in the opposite direction to cinch in a neat Crucifix Armbar. The stretch was uncomfortable for Collins, if not overwhelmingly painful, but it did leave her torso all but immobilised. And Astrid still had one arm free…
CRUCIFIX ARMBAR
youtu.be/_jNiNqZlDz0?t=13s
That elbow was immediately cocked up above the struggling woman’s head, but Astrid paused for a second before dropping the hammer down. Those who didn’t know her thought it might be an acknowledgement of the crowd, who had given her a slightly grudging cheer at the innovative claw escape and reversal. But White just looked down at Collins’ face, the big brunette turning this way and that in an attempt to escape the trap, and then asked a question she’d been wondering about for some time.
“We have already spoken at length about fear, Ms Collins.” Astrid spoke quietly, but Harley was clearly paying attention. “You take great pleasure in mocking me, but right now, as you squirm and try to hide your face, even you must admit to a touch of terror?”
It didn’t look as if Harley was willing to admit anything of the sort, but White didn’t give her the chance either way. As soon as the last word had left her lips she brought that elbow hammering down, twice into Collins nose and cheek and then, when the brunette turned her face away again, she switched to dropping short elbows into Tennessee tits. After four more crushing blows she switched tactics again, tilting the point of her elbow and grinding it down into the soft flesh.
Astrid White wasn’t a woman who truly enjoyed much of anything, yet she couldn’t deny a certain base satisfaction in using the dagger of her elbow to do new and interesting things to the American’s defenseless face. In truth the punishment was perhaps a bit too engrossing, as her fixation on Harley’s suffering meant she didn’t notice when a certain Australian blonde slipped under the bottom rope on her six. The FAWNatics noticed though and their murmur of excitement gave White a split-second to quantify the type of dan--THWHUNK!
Justine went airborne above the unsuspecting Icelander and came down with the point of her right knee landing flush on her target’s forehead. Astrid groaned and rolled clear of Harley, the torture session promptly forgotten as she tried to clear the stars blooming behind her ears. Back to vertical well before her competition, Justine looked between the two to pinpoint her next target. Free or not, Collins was still stretched out flat and the trembling expanse of her tummy practically screamed for a vengeful Splash. Astrid on the other hand was stretched out on her stomach and--
“Thanks for makin’ the decision for me, girlie.” Freeborne murmured as the Stranger rose to her knees. Running the ropes to White’s right while the newcomer was recovering, Justine returned with a full head of steam and just DRILLED a kick into the side of her opponent’s jaw. What’s more, the blue-clad battler dropped into a gorgeous split complete with jaunty double bicep flex. It was the sort of thing White could never understand, yet the capacity crowd gave Justine a raucous ovation for the show.
SPLITTING YAKUZA KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOgxtWGo8xY
“What’s the matter tuff girl, don’t like eatin’ a blindside kick to the skull?” Freeborne chided as she regained her feet. “Guess we got something in common after all.” She was in the midst of reaching for that battle damp blonde hair when a quiet groan drew her attention elsewhere. That elsewhere turned out to be Harley Jo Collins, who’d fought to a seat during Freeborne’s latest skirmish with White. Though loathe to leave the slender striker alone for too long, Justine felt an ungovernable urge to keep that damned smirk off the American’s face, so she wheeled around into a dead run and hit the ropes in front of her penitent prey. The clamor of boots on canvas raised Harley’s eyes in time to see the danger without letting her do a damned thing about THWHACK! Justine hopped off her left foot to crack the right offa Harley’s chin with a Penalty Kick that put the brunette flat on her back.
PENALTY KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uHwKj_zpNXc
‘Flicking’ her trunks back into place as she strolled away from that wicked shot, Justine held up two fingers and questioned the crowd. “That’s two for Astrid and one for Harley, right?” They responded in the affirmative, quite loudly in fact. “That’s what I thought. Well I hate ‘em both equally, only fair to keep the ledger balanced.”
Propelled by that spirit of fairness, Freeborne skipped over the prone brunette to go to the ropes one more time, only instead of turning into the strands she dropped into a flawless handstand that sent her into the rubber-coated steel upside down. Natural springiness bounced Justine back the way she’d came, the powerful Aussie landing on her feet just long enough to propel herself into a second back flip, one that THWHAPPED her down across Collins’s midsection in a gorgeous Splash. Harley Jo’s legs shot up on impact so Freeborne hooked both and bundled her into a snug Back Press good for…
HANDSPRING SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-QBrVyoU0as
ONE…
TWO…
The Vicious Volunteer powered out at ‘TWO’ with the sort of enthusiasm that Justine didn’t much like. “Always were a stubborn skag, Harl.” the blonde said with a sigh. “Good thing I’m just as WHOA!” Freeborn threw herself forward, tucking her head just in time to avoid the Buzzsaw Kick Astrid aimed at the side of her head. Coming full circle after the whiffed strike, the Stranger reached for Justine’s hair and ate a straight right hand to the gut instead.
Quick to get under the Icelander as Astrid doubled over, Freeborne hooked the taller woman in a Fireman’s Carry and muscled them both to boot leather. “Can’t help takin’ cheap shots, can you, bytch?” White only grunted and squirmed, so Justine pointed herself at the far corner and took off running. The FAWNatics sprang to their feet to see Astrid endure the Great Barrier Smash, so they were a mite disappointed when the newcomer gouged the tip of her elbow into the side of Justine’s head no less than half a dozen times.
Slowed by each new impact, Freeborne’s grip gave out several steps shy of the buckles and Astrid slid from her perch without so much as a word. Didn’t mean there wasn’t a statement to make, as Justine discovered when White hooked an arm under her right bicep and spun her around into a Front Facelock. Just like that Astrid kicked both feet forward and laid out on her back to THWHONK the crown of the Aussie’s noggin against the mat with a beautiful Ice Flow DDT. The sudden impact somersaulted Freeborne onto her back, so White floated over into a Crossbody and hooked the far leg for…
ICE FLOW DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hdovcE0hM8M
ONE…
TWO…
Justine kicked out with a full second to spare, a show of defiance that reassured her fans and got no reaction from Astrid one way or another. “To answer your question, no, I don’t much care for getting kicked in the head, Freeborne, but I accept that risk” Astrid murmured after she’d filled her hands with the other woman’s hair. “I will be more diligent against such tactics in the future.”
Too woozy to offer any comment in the wake of White’s DDT, Justine managed a few weak slaps to the Icelander’s ribs as Astrid reeled her into another Front Facelock. “You avoided my last kick, perhaps you’ll avoid this as well.” White snagged a handful of teal trunks, dipped her knees and muscled Freeborne to high noon for a gorgeous Vertical Suplex! Or at least that’s how it started life. The stall was no more than three seconds old when White stepped back and dropped her burden into a short freefall that THWHUMPED Justine flat on her face, chest and tummy.
GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2E9GxNMdCE
Knocked onto her knees by the power of the Gourdbuster, Freeborne crossed both arms over her chest and-- THWHACK! Sympathetic groans from the sold out crowd as Astrid connected with the Buzzsaw Kick she’d been denied earlier in the night. Eyes glazed over long before she toppled onto her back, Justine offered no resistance whatsoever as White slid across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
BUZZSAW KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3JXZ0FjghTk
ONE…
TWO…
THR-
”AAAAARRRRHHHH!”
Astrid let loose and rolled away from Freeborne as fire licked her from shoulders to buttocks. Genuinely confounded by the source of this pain, the Stranger scrambled to her feet and leveled a wide-eyed stare on Harley Jo Collins. “Are you insane?!” she almost shouted at the recovered brunette. “It’s an elimination match! There’s absolutely nothing to gain by interrupting my cover!”
Collins actually had the temerity to chuckle at the blonde, which earned an uncharacteristic snarl from the Icelander. “On the contrary, darlin’.” Harley replied with that infuriating smirk still on her mouth. “I took away something you wanted and caused you pain in a single stroke. That’s more than enough to get me raking your back all night long.”
Astrid shook her head, the sting in her back quickly replaced by a consternation that made her head hurt. “That… makes no sense at all. Even if your sole focus was punishing me, it would be much easier to do so with Justine out of the NNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Harley Jo darted in and turned the blonde’s head with a Bytch Slap that echoed into the cheap seats. “You’re the one ruled by logic, sweetness.” HJC noted as she shook the tingle out of her hand. “He and I have a tenuous relationship at best. If you want to survive the night you’d do well to--”
Astrid pounced and laced both hands around the back of Harley’s head, meaning to rip the guts out of that hated midsection with a flurry of Muy Thai Kneelifts. Imagine her surprise then when the Tennessee Terror wrapped an arm around her midsection and pulled her in tummy to tummy. The question on White’s lips came out a pained, nasal shriek as Collins tilted her head to one side and chomped down on her nose! Astrid stamped her feet and clawed at the American’s shoulders, her grasp on technique temporarily lost in the face of this vile gnawing.
“C’mon Harley, spit her out.” Al cajoled after the toothsome torture continued for a good five seconds. “You know the front office hates to pay for nose jobs!”
Collins finished her nosh with a Kneelift to the belly and a kiss on Astrid’s forehead not because she gave a damn about what the office liked, but because she didn’t have a bead on Freeborne’s location. Drawing the gasping Icelander into a perfectly legal Bear Hug, Harley gave Astrid’s midsection a squeeze and turned in a circle to find her other adversary. Good news for Justine, she was stretched out on one side rubbing at her aching head, meaning she was of no concern to Collins at the moment.
Of course her safety meant peril for Astrid, as Collins relinquished the Hug in favor of hooking her right arm across the white-clad blonde’s chest. She strengthened this grip with a handful of waistband, then muscled Astrid off her feet and went down on one knee to THWHUMP the Stranger’s tummy atop her knee! White shuddered but couldn’t quite pull away from Harley Jo’s mitts, meaning she was still under the Countrycidal Maniac’s control when Collins rose to her full height.
“Don’t think I didn’t recognize you for what you were the instant you walked through that door, darlin’.” Harley purred as she sidled around to the blonde’s left side. “Talkin’ of fear like you’re some kind of expert when you don’t even know what it feels like. Hell, you won’t EVER know what it feels like.”
The Queen of Razorback Holler slung White’s left arm over her shoulders, looped an arm across her lower back and braced her left hand against the back of Astrid’s left knee. Trap set, she lifted Astrid onto the point of her right shoulder, then tossed her legs away and sank to one knee to THWHUMP the Stranger’s midsection with the second Gutbuster in less than a minute.
SWINGING GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SbQwYG9c1Ss
This time Astrid slopped loose of the American’s knee, but she didn’t have the strength to do anything more than curl into a loose ball. Still down on one knee, Harley raked a hand through her hair and smiled. “Fear may be beyond you, darlin’, but pain? Pain feels the same for everyone, sociopath or not.”
She was definitely too gutshot to respond verbally, but Astrid had enough wits about her to guess where this latest threat was headed. That was why she kept both hands over her tummy as she started rolling away, expecting at any second to feel that hateful claw once again invading her flesh. But when the invasion came it wasn’t a talon but a boot, Harley straightening up and just digging her heel into the Stranger’s rapidly reddening stomach to pin her to the canvas like a bug.
It wasn’t quite a formal pin though, Astrid’s shoulders were well off the matt as she reached out to tug at that boot. “Y…you have no idea what I am, Collins.” she croaked as she bucked and twisted to get free. “No-one knows what I aOOOOWPPPH!”
Tiring of this particular tummy torture, Harley pressed up onto one toe and kicked both legs forward, falling into a nasty looking legdrop into the Icelander’s breadbox. The Vicious Volunteer slid round into a high mount over her slender prey, and Astrid’s hands again dropped to protect her aching belly, but it seemed Harley again had a different target in mind, reaching down and tugging lightly at the meshed top over White’s modest chest.
“Never really got to play with these puppies before,” Collins mused quietly, digging her fingernails into that sensitive flesh. White gave a gasp at this fresh pain but didn’t add any more to the conversation. “Ah reckon no-one else’s ever given ’em much attention neither, seen’s they’re attached to you.” She dug in again and then lifted off sharply, White’s choked-back scream being accompanied with a distinct rrrrip noise from the seams of her top.
After several unsuccessful encounters with the Queen of Razorback Holler Astrid had resigned herself to the fact that at some point she would almost certainly end up in a predicament like this; pinned to the matt, claws digging into her flesh. And so, instead of worrying just about avoidance, she had studied and trained in how to counteract this position. The searing and previously unknown pain running through her chest only sharpened the Stranger’s mind to the task.
While her hands worked furiously to release the hooks sunk into her chest the Stranger braced both feet flat to the floor and used them to squirm down a few inches. Having secured some precious leg freedom she put phase two into action, bucking up her hips and bicycling her legs in close synchronicity. The result was an unorthodox but surprisingly powerful knee strike which Astrid had practiced well enough to hit cleanly into the back of Collins’ cranium.
The unexpected strike pitched Harley forwards, and suddenly her hands were needed for bracing rather than clawing. White would have used this opportunity to wriggle free but was saved the trouble when a gold and turquoise flash flipped over her and ripped the big brunette out of her mount. Justine landed neatly on her butt, but her improvised Cutter drove Harley’s face into the canvas with enough force to leave her seeing stars.
SOMERSAULT CUTTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMotlENJjh8
Most people would have taken a second to breathe when freed from the Tennessee Terror’s clutches, but Astrid had already tasted Australian boot enough times in this match and she wouldn’t allow Justine another free shot. She popped to her feet at lightning speed, the athleticism earning a respectful ‘woo’ from some of the crowd. Sure enough, Freeborne was also vertical and heading fast in her direction, but the Aussie stopped on a dime before she could run into any of White’s counters
The two blondes stared each other out for a second, lithe bodies frozen, eyes locked with such competitive intensity that sparks might have been flying. Then, without a word, Justine jerked her head towards Harley’s recovering form, a clear invitation to take advantage while they both had the chance. White nodded once then turned and ran, leaping up high and dropping with both knees pointed into Harley’s stomach.
The impromptu but effective knee drop was enough to drive most of the air out of Collins’ lungs, the impact lifting her up to sitting almost involuntarily. And this was perfect for Justine, charging in behind the Stranger and driving a gorgeous low dropkick into the brunette’s temple. Harley flew back down to the matt in a woozy starfish. Astrid had somersaulted forward from her kneedrop and was back to her feet again, still wary, so the two very temporary allies towered either side of their fallen prey.
Astrid quickly lifted one leg up behind her, reaching back to grasp it and pull it higher still. This drew a cautious glance from Justine, and the Stranger sighed a little. “I intend to kick her very hard. I’m sure you can do the same.” White didn’t wait for a response, lifting her foot back as high as it could go and then releasing, the toe of her boot describing a gorgeous arc and burying with gravity-augmented force into Tennessee liver.
ARABESQUE KICK
youtu.be/Dbt8lDK2abA?t=43s
A sickening thud rang out from the impact, followed swiftly by an agonised groan from Harley. White looked up with a sort of ‘beat that’ smirk, but Justine wasn’t phased in the slightest. “no worries cobber!” she grinned, raising her own foot forwards and up until those long tanned legs were practically in a full split. Her boot hovered in the air for a second and descended again, a murderous axe kick THWUMPING between Collins’ shoulder blades. The Countrycidal Manic let out a roar of hurt and reared back off the matt, shoulders arched as if she was trying to fold herself up and hide her abused spine.
AXE KICK
youtu.be/h_X16hcoXsQ?list=PLGogUX37WiS9_ezf00nc0FVTroxX7wgd6
Feeling mightily encouraged by the pained noises coming from Harley, Justine dropped to a kneel, shovelled her onto her back and hooked the far leg for…
ONE
T…
Harley braced both hands on Justine’s tanned torso and pushed her off with authority. Or at least she would have done if Astrid hadn’t toe-pushed the Aussie off herself a nanosecond before. Collins pushed up forcefully anyway and flopped over on her side like a fish out of water, while the Freeborne roared to her feet and chested into the slightly taller woman with murder in her eyes.
“What the f*ck White? I knew I couldn’t trust you but I didn’t know you were stupid. Can you really not see that we need to get rid of OOOOHHH BYTCH!”
Astrid brought both hands up and gave her a hard push, enough to send the Powerhouse of Paraburdoo back a few paces. She was ready to storm back in and unleash hell when she heard White’s withering deadpan. “You know that wasn’t enough. Instead of wasting time why don’t you try that crude crash move and throw her towards me.”
It was incredibly hard not to just ignore the words and slap the hell out of that smug, smarter-than-thou face. But Justine was able to stave off that urge, on a very temporary basis, to see what the psychopath was planning. She had Harley back on her feet in an instant, burying a foot in her belly and securing the fireman’s carry lift just as she had earlier with Astrid, only this time instead of aiming at the ringpost she honed in on the beanpole Stranger a few yards away.
It is often said that necessity breeds invention, and both blondes in the ring at that moment would agree that it was pretty damn necessary for them to take Harley Jo Collins out. Even Justine wasn’t quite sure what would happen next when she took a few quick steps forward and launched her burden at the waiting Stranger. If White had any such uncertainty though she didn’t show it, jumping confidently off one foot and bicycling that knee up with perfect timing to CLUNK sickeningly into the back of Collins’ rapidly descending head.
FROZEN BARRIER CRASH
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWlAbBk473Q
Smacked clean out of the sky by the brutally augmented move, Harley hit the canvas with a wet ‘splat’ and showed no sign of movement whatsoever. Astrid brought her foot down again, rubbed at her knee a little and muttered “Now pin her”. Freeborne looked as surprised as everyone else at how well their little bit of teamwork had ended but she still dived on to the semiconscious Tennessee Terror and hooked a leg for...
ONE
TWO
…
There was no noticeable movement from Harley, and indeed Al Carpenter’s hand could have come down quite a few more times before there were any signs of stirring. But despite this Justine had broken the pin herself, kneeling up and fixing the Arctic Assassin with an untrustworthy glare.
For her part the Stranger looked furious, her voice raising as loud as anyone in FAWN had ever heard it. “What are you doing!” she shouted, “You just told me she needed to be eliminated!” Justine stayed stock still, regarding White for half a second, then made an ‘after you’ sort of gesture. “Feel free babe,” she said, rolling back on her haunches.
White glared down, her desire to finally take out the loathsome Countrycidal Maniac vying with suspicion about the obvious trap Freeborne was setting for her. But whatever you thought of Harley Jo Collins she was as tough as old leather, and the thought of missing this opportunity spurred Astrid into action. She hurriedly spread herself over Collins’ shallow-breathing chest, hooked the far leg and pressed down as Carpenter knelt to count...
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Harley Jo eased a shoulder off the canvas within a heartbeat of ‘THREE’, the escape earning genuine surprise from Astrid and a snort of disgust from Justine. Honing in on the disgust coming from the Aussie (indeed it rolled off her like a low grade fever) White clambered to boot leather and said, “Do you have something to say to me, Freeborne?”
Justine pointed at the demolished brunette. “That should have been a pin, ya skagger. Next time try putting all your weight on her.”
The Arctic Assassin’s eyes narrowed, though her response was as cool as ever. “Perhaps next time you’d consider not breaking a perfectly good cover in order to make some sort of unnecessary point.”
Freeborne’s answer was a derisive snort. “Yeah. Forgive me for not offering up my skull to the boot of psychopath with no concept of honor.”
Astrid frowned and took a step closer to the blonde. “Careful with your words, Freeborne. I’m not the one who stuck her nose where it didn’t beNNNNGGGHHHHH!”
Justine reached across her chest and lashed out with a Knife-Edge Chop that CRAAACKED against the topography of White’s damaged top. “I know right where your nose belongs, Astrid.” Justine taunted the wincing Icelander. “I’d made it a very comfortable seat the first time we NNNGGHHH!”
JUMPING HIGH KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a1Z7EtUY2B4
Astrid slipped the surly bonds of earth in a nimble vertical leap and THWHONKED the point of her left knee against Justine’s chin. Freeborne staggered, reached out a hand, then went down on one knee as she tried to blink some edges back into the world. “Don’t think I forgot that tawdry humiliation.” Astrid snapped at the penitent blonde. “Perhaps you’d like to set this alliance aside to find out which one of us ends up humiliaWHOOAEERRGGGHHH!” The Powerhouse of Paraburdoo surged forward, ‘smecked’ her arms around Astrid’s waist and proceeded to hurl her halfway across the ring with a gorgeous Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex!
OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-nWCAKeU8I
White landed flat but sat up so fast you might’ve suspected the mat was electrified. Having landed in the vicinity of a corner, the Stranger grabbed hold of the middle rope and used it to haul herself to a verticality maintained thanks to the comforting presence of the turnbuck--“UUNNNNNNGHH!”
Astrid was crushed against the buckles, the slender stunner buried under a tawny Australian Avalanche Splash! Very much enjoying the feel of White’s shallow breathing against her washboard abs, Freeborne grabbed the back of her foe’s head, stepped aside and slung her out of the corner. She’d expected Astrid to stay on her feet, but the newcomer dropped into a tight forward roll that brought her back to boot leather somewhere a little beyond the center of the ring. No matter, she was still doubled over and Justine was bearing down on her in a dead run. Freeborne leapt, hooked her right leg over the back of Astrid’s--
Shouts of surprise and appreciation from those assembled as White turned into her attacker so that both of Justine’s legs were threaded over her shoulders. In the span between heartbeats she wrapped her arms around the blonde’s waist and stood tall, thus muscling the Aussie into the stall position for a Powerbomb. Rather than simply plant her burden on the thinly-sheathed plywood, Astrid turned, stomped over to the wreckage of Harley Jo Collins and tossed Justine down on her vulnerable midsection! There was a heavy THWHUMP followed by a wail from Freeborne and groans from the crowd. The reason for such a reaction grew clear as soon as the Arctic Assassin looked down. Collins hadn’t had the energy to roll clear of the impact, she had however raised both knees across her chest, meaning Justine’s landing was even more painful than the Stranger could’ve hoped.
“You have an impressive talent for self-preservation, Collins.” White admitted to her rival as Harley Jo shoved Justine away and fought to her feet. “Unfortunately it won’t save you from--”
The Tennessee Terror swiveled her head with a straight right hand that would’ve put most of the roster flat on their ass. As it was, Astrid’s knees went loose and she stumbled hard, but the lissome lovely refused to go down. “I don’t need saving from you, darlin’.” Harley grunted. “You’re the one that’ll be in need of--”
ICEBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJ_SQ-f4NSA
Astrid spun around like a ballerina, lashed out her right leg and THWHACKED a brutal Spinning Heel Kick off the side of the American’s head. Knocked loopy by the move Astrid would later dub the Icebreaker, Collins crumpled to her knees and was promptly drawn into a Standing Headscissors. “The only thing I’ll need when this match is over,” the Arctic Assasin noted as she wrapped her arms around the brunette’s waist, “is an exceedingly long shower to wash away the scents of both yourself and FreeboRNNNNNNGGGHHHHH!”
Astrid had dismissed Justine in favor of finishing off her rival, a decision which cost her dearly when the Powerhouse of Paraburdoo rushed in and damned near kicked her head into the upper deck with another Leaping Super Kick! Astrid went down in a heap while Harley collapsed to hands and knees, her forehead resting heavily on the canvas. Justine paid her notice just long enough to slam a hateful kick into her ribs, then she turned and flopped down across Astrid’s tummy, the Icelander’s far leg pulled up just south of her chin for the…
LEAPING SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=W0dj3Q11Tls
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOOOOOO!
White powered out and sat out, both arms X’ed tight against her chest as she worked to steady her bearings. Anything like true recovery was still well out of reach when Justine plunged a hand into her hair and dragged her upright. “Gonna make you wail, girlie.” she murmured in the Icelander’s ear. “Then I’m gonna do the same to Collins, then it’s right after our little shyt of a World Champion.”
Astrid didn’t answer, in fact she barely managed a groan when Freeborne took her left arm and wrenched it in a quick circle. Snuggled in on the other blonde’s left side, Justine threaded her right leg around Astrid’s left thigh, then hooked her left leg over the back of White’s neck and laid claim to the defenseless lovely’s right arm. Teeth bared in a victorious grin, Justine bore down with her leg and wrenched back on the Armbar to force a wailing sob from the usually stoic Astrid.
OCTOPUS STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-joY-4jQuXo
“TAP OUT!” Freeborne demanded as White writhed in the coils of the Octopus Stretch. “TAP OUT AND I’LL LET YOU GO, GIRLIE!”
“What do you say, Astrid?” Al asked following ten uncomfortable seconds of silence. “Ready to hang it up for the night?” “Nuuhhhh…. NO!” Astrid answered with as much ice as she could. “I refuse to submiTTAAAAAAAAHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Justine crooked her right hand into a claw and applied it to Astrid’s tummy. Her version of the Belly Claw wasn’t as widely feared as Harley’s, but the blonde hardbody’s grip was nothing to scoff at, especially when applied in tandem with the gawdawful stretch. Eager to see Astrid capitulate, the FAWNatics sprang to their feet and chanted, ‘TAP! TAP! TAP!’ a sentiment that Freeborne actively encouraged. “Give it up, sweetheart.” Justine panted as she tried to fold Astrid in half. “We’ll wrestle again on another night, but right now we both know that you’re UUUUNNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
DISCUS CLOTHESLINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nNPYSWiz3Co
Happy to be ignored until the time was right, Harley Jo Collins charged in, whipped around in a quick circle and came out the other side armed with a Clothesline that caught Justine across the chest with a resounding THWHAP! The brutal strike put she and Astrid down in a heap of groaning blonde that Collins only admired for a moment before reaching in to haul Astrid to her feet. Gripping the Stranger by the back of the neck, the Queen of Razorback Holler tossed White’s left arm across her shoulders, then grabbed a handful of waistband. “That was a real clever thing you did, tryin’ to crush me with Outback Jackie down there.” she chided. “Hope you don’t mind if I return the favor.”
Astrid reached up and pushed at Collins’s face, trying to create any separation she could. “Lehhh…. let go of WHOOAH OOOOFFFFFHHHH!” HJC dipped her knees and hoisted the six footer high into the air and just as she’d promised, she THWHUMPED White down on Justine’s midsection in a huge Splash! The little bit of Aussie padding didn’t do Astrid much good and she rolled away clutching her ribs.
AMAZE IMPACT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q1qI8D-wtEE
Harley noted this with obvious satisfaction, then turned her attention to Justine. “I appreciate the tenacity displayed in sticking up for yourself, I truly to.” the Vicious Volunteer explained as she scraped the winded blonde off the canvas. “And should you still feel the urge for satisfaction when the sun comes up, you’re more than welcome to track me down. But for now, sugar. I need you to go the hell away.”
On the heels of that statement she wedged Freeborne’s head under her left arm and slipped both hands under Aussie biceps to complete the Double Underhook. Trap set, Harley Jo hoisted Justine to high noon, the blue-clad blonde’s toes pointing straight at the rafters for a good five seconds as Collins turned to show her off to every side of the arena. Only then did she swing Freeborne down and lay out on her back with both knees pulled high to THAWHUMP her down atop those bony joints. Caught flush by the Ace of Spades, Justine flopped over onto her back in a breathless sprawl and paid no mind when Collins slung a leg over and settled down in a textbook Front Face Sit.
ACE OF SPADES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxJ-NXLB1tM
With Justine’s chin wedged against the fork of her crotch, Harley Jo pressed her palms against gulping blonde midsection and leaned back while Carpenter slapped off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Harley got up without a word, her eyes locked on Astrid well before the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, Justine Freeborne has been eliminated!”
The few yards of canvas between Collins and White was probably one of the most dangerous spaces in the world at that exact moment. Under normal circumstances Al Carpenter wouldn’t dream of violating that no-man’s-land, but he had to get Justine to safety and that meant putting his neck on the line. “Stay back Ladies, I need space to get her out,” He demanded, his voice firm despite the danger.
Neither woman moved, either to give him space or to attack. “Don’t you worry none” Harley purred. “Astrid here knows just what happens when we two share a ring. She’s in no hurry for what’s comin’.”
“I know that you’re afraid, Collins” White’s voice was quiet and matter-of-fact as usual. “Ms Freeborne may have allowed you to squirm off the hook, but you’ve already felt what it’s like to be helpless tonight.”
Harley’s smile widened a little. “Don’t pretend you weren’t fixed to tap out back there” she replied. “Freeborne was gettin’ in the way of us both. Now she’s gone and you’re left just with little old me.”
Just like that the stillness was broken, both women ignoring Carpenter and storming forwards. Indeed Collins would have ploughed right through him if a perfectly targeted side kick hadn’t smashed into her sternum. The Stranger pivoted and swung again, this time a hook kick which Harley blocked inches from her temple.
And Astrid wasn’t done, spinning again and flicking one boot as high as she could. The unexpected axe kick looped over Harley’s hasty guard and caught her flush on the crown. As the brunette rocked forward White darted forward and ducked under one shoulder, looping her hand over Tennessee neck. The other arm reached down to clutch at Collins’ leg and then the Stranger snapped back and over.
EXPLODER SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H-XEfDpeTY4
Harley was sent back-first to the canvas, but she rolled through and was scrambling to her feet in defiance of the pain in her spine. Astrid popped to vertical at about the same time, taking a fast stride and leaping into a spin with one arm crooked. It would almost certainly have become her Snowblind elbow if Harley hadn’t demonstrated a whole ton of grace to go along with her long established brutality and toughness.
Moving with deceptive speed the powerful brunette ducked and matched Astrid’s motion perfectly, rotating underneath the attempted strike and ending up on her six. Harley reached out one arm and maintained her rotation, hooking the surprised Stranger around the throat and yanking her backwards. She slipped one knee out as she spun, driving the Icelander down back-first for an inventively effective Spinning Backbreaker. Or at least she would have done if Astrid hadn’t shown off her flexibility, bridging herself backwards to slip out from under Collins’ arm and planting her own hands to perform a surprisingly delicate back handspring over that posted leg.
The lightning-fast sequence of counters and evasions had left both women pretty much back where they started but the Arctic Assassin clearly felt she still had the element of surprise. To capitalize she launched a big crescent kick, and then watched helplessly as Harley ducked the strike and caught her leg in the air. The Tennessee Terror stepped in to hook her arms around the captured Stranger’s torso, snarled “too slow darlin’” into her shocked face, and lifted up and back into her own beautiful bridge.
CAPTURE SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7isOUp6-tRw
Pain throbbed out from the back of Astrid’s head and spread to encompass her wrenched neck and shoulders. Disoriented by the impact she tried to roll onto her side and then begun squirming desperately as she felt the footsteps of a certain Countrycidal Maniac approaching. But the effort wasn’t nearly enough to escape, Collins hooking onto her rapidly shredding top, hauling her up into a rough facelock and once again demonstrating that ungodly core strength by lifting straight into the suplex stall position. White had a second to hold there and then watched the world descend again, slamming her stomach into Harley’s outstretched knee.
SUPLEX LIFT GUTBUSTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mELz9-K3Lkg
White let out a ‘whoof’ noise but otherwise just stayed where she had landed. She would probably have stayed there considerably longer if Harley hadn’t withdrawn that limb, causing the Icelander to slump to the canvas, and moved around to her head. It seemed that Astrid was going for another ride when the Vicious Volunteers arms wrapped around her waist and lifted into gut wrench position for…
…In desperation Astrid pressed down with her arms and pistoned one knee up into the back of Collins’ head. This was enough to loosen the Tennessee clutches and wriggle down to an awkward landing behind her tormentress. Before she had really found her balance the Stranger whipped one leg out to connect with the pit of Harley’s knee and staggered off backwards, returning from the ropes with that elbow cocked again.
And once again the Tennessee Terror was just too wily for her. Flicking out a perfectly placed mule kick which impaled the already gutshot blonde, Harley turned around and re-secured her gutwrench. This time White was too groggy to conjure an escape, unable to prevent herself from being lifted to shoulder height and then spiraling back down into a HELLACIOUS knee-on-tummy impact.
GUTWRENCH GUTBUSTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9nC5rQxWGTI
Everyone in the arena could tell that this contest was nearly done, Astrid unable to do more than ball her body up and grasp vacantly at her tummy and the horrible purply-red patch inflicted by the Gut Check Goddess. But the thought of a pin barely even crossed Harley’s mind. This little ‘rivalry’ might have been instigated by the Icelander, and elongated by Freeborne, but Harley was damn sure going to end it in her own style.
With that in mind the Queen of Razorback Holler kneewalked around to White’s head and prepared to once again make it her throne. “Record books are gonna be sayin’ 3 and oh, girl,” she purred. “Not sayin’ I’m bored of puttin’ a hurt on, but maybe it’s time for you to rethink who you’re messin’ with.”
No sign of that yet from Astrid, but she did defy her torn-up core to rotate her body a little on the canvas, trying to either move to safety or bring those alabaster legs into play again. The effort was valiant, but was made futile when Harley simply shifted to kneeling alongside the Stranger’s torso, that vaunted claw rising up and BITING down into trembling Icelandic flesh.
A roar of pain ripped from White’s lips, and one hand shot out to futilely pry at those invading talons. Astrid’s other hand flew out sideways, just about brushing the ropes, but Harley only chuckled. “We’ve already discussed how ropes ain’t gonna save you, darlin’” she cooed, watching fury mix with pain on the Stranger’s face. “But maybe I can give just a little more persuadin’.”
She let the squirming beauty ponder on that for a second, then shot out her other claw, hooking into midnight blue bottoms and squeezing down to the tender meat within. Astrid let out a renewed scream, this one higher pitched, and started thrashing wildly. Carpenter was there, concern etched on his face as he shouted “Astrid, I can end this! What do you say?!” White’s cries had a sort of ‘NNnnnnnNNNNN!” sound, but just to be sure she waggled one desperate finger at Al. It didn’t escape anyone’s notice that that hand stayed just above the canvas though, flattening out as if in readiness.
“You know this is the end girl. You already gave it up to me twice before, no harm in making it threEUGH”. In a final desperate shot Astrid bicycled up one leg again, landing her boot on Collins’ jaw more by luck than judgement. It wasn’t anything like a full-power strike but it was enough to shake Harley sideways a little, enough that she had to relinquish one claw to brace herself upright. And White used those few seconds of freedom and her rope grip to pull away from the second talon and scramble lopsidedly to her feet.
Without a second to think, Astrid took one big step and leaped as high as her battered body could manage. As the Vicious Volunteer stood up she reached those long arms to hook around Tennessee neck and folded her legs up into a ball. The lurch in her stomach turned into a fire because of the painful landing on her back, but that pain didn’t matter because Harley had been yanked forwards off her moorings. She landed full force with her chest hitting the Stranger’s knees.
FEAR OF FALLING
www.youtube.com/watch?v=E7KOSzdfg-c
The Lungblower did exactly as its name suggested, driving all of the air out of the stunned Tennessee Terror. This was a problem in itself but became far worse when White broke half of her neck clinch and threaded one leg even higher, over Harley’s bicep and around so that pale shin was tucked into the hollow of her throat. As Collins tried to refill those empty lungs Astrid linked her fingers again and emptied all her remaining resources to constrict the brunette’s throat.
WHITEOUT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yXqY_6vfKIM
Out of absolutely nowhere the Stranger had managed to hook in the choke she used as her finisher, and on the receiving end Harley could already see black spots in her vision. She scrabbled for a second to get her feet beneath her and then surged forward, hoping to stack the lighter woman up on her shoulders. She had almost achieved this when White lifted off on the pressure for just a split second, used her free leg to push backwards a little, and resumed the pressure with both right back in their starting position.
Every last bit of Astrid’s diminished energy was being poured into this final desperation maneuver. The redlining crowd, Carpenter’s anxious shouts to Harley, all of this was ignored by the Icelander, her brain reduced to processing only the pain wracking her body and the tunnel vision of Harley’s rapidly reddening face. “I can see the whites of your eyes, Collins,” she murmured. “You will admit you are afraid. Submit.”
No such admission seemed to be forthcoming from Harley. Instead Astrid felt a new, warm slash of pain as one hateful finger and then more wormed into the sensitive flesh of her top once again, Harley using her one free hand in the only way her oxygen-addled brain could think of. Worryingly this suggested that her top was no longer functioning, but White dismissed this too, and gradually those painful fingernails loosened their grip. “Submit!” the Stranger hissed urgently, “Admit what we both know! Submit!”
Harley’s face was beet-red, her eyes finally rolling closed, but still there was no sign of submission. Carpenter moved in close, which only heightened the buzz of anticipation in the arena. “Harley, are you in there? You’ve got to give me something!” No response was forthcoming except a low growl from Astrid, who clearly wanted to hear her nemesis admit defeat. But a worryingly dark purple tinge was spreading over the Tennessee girl’s lips. “That’s enough ITS OVER!” he shouted, gesturing quickly to the timekeeper and then tugging urgently on White’s pale leg.
The bell sounded and Astrid released her hands, dropping exhausted to her back. She just managed to kick away angrily, pushing her unconscious opponent away form her, but could do no more. For the next few seconds she lay prone, hands vacantly massaging her devastated tummy, ears flooded with crowd roars and the soft sounds of officials tending to Harley. After a few seconds Carpenter’s voice reached her.
“Something to cover you up Miss?” She opened both eyes. Al was standing over her, offering a white FAWN tshirt. Astrid looked down to confirm what she already suspected; that Harley's final assault had shredded the remains of her top, the exposure just a final indignity in a long stream inflicted on her by the Queen of Razorback Holler. That frustration was add it to the list of hurts she would be repaying if ever she was alone with Collins again, but for now the satisfaction of finally beating her went beyond any indignity. Glancing up again, White accepted Carpenter’s proffered shirt without a word, tugging it over her head as she sat up, crossed her legs, and laid her arms on her knees.
“Your winner…by way of knockout…ASTRID WHITE”
The Stranger showed no reaction to the announcer’s voice, staying in the same Indian-style seat she had assumed after her Fawnamania win, head bowed. She only moved when Al had made sure Harley was safe and came back over to her. “Want me to raise your hand?” he asked. White didn’t look up, but she silently offered one wrist towards him.
Al crouched down and raised that proffered hand, provoking shouts of both adulation and opprobrium from the audience. He was ready to let go when White uncrossed her legs and stood slowly up to her full height, the lanky ref rising hurriedly and having to reach more than usual to match the tallest woman in the promotion. Astrid let him hold her wrist there for a second, acknowledging the wall of noise, then tugged free of his grasp and bent her arm at the elbow, spreading two fingers over her eye and tilting her head to make her ‘A’ sigil.
As Carpenter moved away she turned a slow 360, dispassionately aware of the need to give a spectacle for the surprising numbers who were applauding. She briefly looked towards the corner where a tech was proffering a live microphone, but dismissed him with a shake of the head. With the audience still applauding and booing in equal measure she hobbled to the ropes and then turned back as if in afterthought.
“Thank you for the shirt” White muttered. Her body language didn’t really give much clue who she might be speaking to, but Carpenter turned none the less, pleased to get an acknowledgement from a woman who usually only gave him icy glares and withering comments. “You’re welcome mi…Astrid, that was an incredible match!” he responded. White nodded, still without looking at him, then carefully folded herself through the ropes and set off up the ramp, showing no interest in the raucous FAWNatics around her
BRENNEISTEINN www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oc6zXSdYXm8
A huge pair of hyper-realistic eyes opened up on the ‘tron, blinking and focusing slightly as the song’s bass-driven chaos was joined by a surprisingly delicate vocal. The woman herself made an appearance soon after; picked out in a spotlight among twilight. Face hooded, she looked impossibly tall and slender in the low lighting as she set off on a slow, methodical stride to the ring.
ASTRID WHITE
This FAWNatics a clear view of those impossibly long and well toned legs, ending in midnight blue lycra boyshorts. Her top was mostly covered by the dark leather jacket, but the opening exposed a white meshed top covering the modest swell of her chest, as well as a glimpse of arguably the most well-defined abs in FAWN.
The Stranger reached the ring and carried on around to the back, stepping up on the apron in one stride and slipping through the strands, she made her way to one corner and ascended the second turnbuckle just as her music again paused. On the final bass heartbeat the lights flared back on, and White flicked her hood back at the same time to reveal her sharply contoured face framed by an artfully wavy blonde bob. She flashed a hand over one grey-green eye, tilting her head to form an A sigil matched by a few fans in the audience.
The announcer raised his mic again. “Next, from Paraburdoo, Western Australia…standing at 5’9” and weighing in tonight at 141lbs…the Powerhouse of Paraburdoo…JUSTINE FREEBORNE!” No ambiguity in the crowd here, they rose as one and screamed their hearts out to welcome one of their favourites.
THUNDERSTRUCK www.youtube.com/watch?v=v2AC41dglnM
Slipping through the curtain on the first chant of ‘THUN-DER’, Justine waved enthusiastically to acknowledge the love being showered on her and then popped a seriously impressive double bicep flex, accompanied by a ‘POP’ of pyro in Australian green-and-gold. For this climactic three-way Justine had chosen a slightly more bling version of her usual togs. The sporty turquoise bikini was still there but her usual chunky belt was gleaming gold rather than white, matched by the golden pads and boots she wore.
JUSTINE FREEBORNE
Slapping hands on the way to the ring, the Awesome Aussie paused next to a camera. "Like the new belt?" She asked playfully, earning a cheer from the nearby fans.“Tonight I’m sweeping these two bludgers out the way, but then I’m gonna go pay a visit to Jenny Jacobs and see if she can’t give me an even better one” Another roar of approval greeted this proclamation, earning a fist pump from Justine before she jogged off and slid under the ropes.
With Freeborne and White staring daggers at each other, the arena lights wavered in time with the grumble of heavy machinery grinding away under the noonday sun. Their noise was soon joined by a more musical accompaniment, a wailing harmonica that called forth one of the most dangerous women on the continent. “And finally, hailing from Jackson, Tennessee she stands at five feet ten inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-eight pounds, she is the Coutrycidal Maniac, the Queen of Razorback Holler, this is HARLEY JO COLLINS!”
SHINE DOWN: www.youtube.com/watch?v=XXvUg4bo0qM
HARLEY JO COLLINS:
Accompanied by Godsmack and her ever present smirk, the Tennessee Terror pushed the curtain aside and offered the crowd a little salute before turning her attention to the women in the ring. Pleased by the notion of punishing both of the meddling airheads at once, Collins stifled a chuckle and started down the ramp. As per the usual, Collins wore a pair of ancient denim overalls that were mostly there to serve as a pocket for her libation of choice. Speaking of which, Harley reached into the back pocket of her denim, removed a bottle of Mad Dog 20/20 and treated herself to a healthy nip and then another, one for each idiot.
Already loud, the capacity crowd amped it up that much more when the lanky brunette put a hand to one shoulder and undid the clasps on the overalls, leaving them in a puddle at her feet. Stripped to the essentials, she wore a black fightin’ rumble-kini, white pads and ‘Stars and Bars’ patterned boots. From there she slid under the bottom rope, pushed to her feet and strode to the middle of the ring. Arms spread wide, Collins turned in a wide circle that allowed her wink at both Astrid and Justine. Neither rose to the bait, but that was fine. Harley Jo Collins was nothing if not patient and she could wait a little longer to sink her claws into these two little piggies.
Triple threat matches were always a nightmare for a referee, and Al Carpenter was a little relieved just to have got all three women into the ring without any major incidents or foreign objects. The lanky zebra gave himself a second to ready for the carnage which was surely coming and then let the timekeeper know that this match was now live. The FAWNatics raised their decibel levels a few more notches at the sound of the bell, but in the ring it looked like all three competitors were happy to let someone else make the first move.
Perhaps unsurprisingly it was Justine who broke that deadlock. Stepping away from the relative safety of her corner, the Aussie flashed a trademark cheerful grin but was careful to keep both women in eyeshot. “C’mon out ladies!” she called, “these punters have paid for a show and I reckon I’m ready to give them one.” She busted out a big bicep flex as she did so, her smile widening as the crowd roared their approval.
Harley wasn’t quite ready to take the bait just yet, but she did give a quick smirk of her own. “Funny you say that, darlin,” she drawled, “last time we tussled I seem to remember your ‘show’ was mostly just moanin’, wailin’, and fallin’ asleep.” Freeborne rolled her eyes and held up a finger on one hand and a fist with the other, her little reminder of what the record books said about the outcome of their previous meeting.
“Now our dear young girl over there,” Harley continued, nodding towards the motionless Stranger in the opposite corner, “Sweet Astrid learned herself some brand new tricks. The sort of tricks she once told me were disgustin’. Must be feelin’ pretty disgusted with yourself right now girl?”
Astrid flashed an icy glare, but only for a second. Justine had used Harley’s monologue to move into a much more threatening range, and despite being the least experienced person in this match she knew that being backed into a corner was not a good idea. White pushed her shoulders off the buckles and began circling along the ropes, her feet crossing sideways as she tried to maintain some distance from the blonde amazon cutting off her space.
This cagey start continued for another ten seconds, Harley smirking while her opponents circled each other like lionesses. But the standoff broke when Astrid feinted to move in and then charged off the other way, leaping off her feet towards the surprised Tennessee Terror. Collins just about managed to get her head out of the way, but White’s flying elbow smash caught her square in the breastbone.
With the ropes at Harley’s back she had nowhere to go, and the impact instead drove her up and over. The big brunette completed an awkward-looking forced somersault over the strands and just about landed on her feet on the floor, staggering and tripping to her tush. The fall didn’t actually cause much pain, but the humiliation was heightened by the sight of Astrid smirking down at her.
Carpenter was over in a flash to ask that Harley get back in the ring, but Astrid wasn’t interested in that, switching her attention to Justine. She turned away from the ropes and spun straight into a vicious Aussie chop which lit up her breastbone. Freeborne unleashed a second big chop, enjoying the meaty ‘thud’ noise it made, and then grabbed the reeling Stranger’s arm and spun to one side, launching the taller woman towards the opposite ropes with an Irish Whip.
White caught her equilibrium quickly and roared back off the ropes, that elbow cocked again and ready to send Justine out of the ring to join their other opponent. Unfortunately the Awesome Aussie had her well scouted, ducking smoothly under the attempted strike. Astrid was so concerned with stopping before a painful front-on collision with the opposite ropes that she failed to notice Harley, back on her feet and hopping up on the apron.
Collins grinned and lifted one knee up between the top and middle ropes, allowing it to bury deep into the onrushing Stranger’s tummy. Astrid let out a heavy ‘ooof’ and staggered backwards, straight into Justine Freeborne’s perfectly timed rolling elbow! The bony joint smashed into White’s temple and sent the tall girl staggering sideways into a clumsy sprawl on the mat, continuing her roll to drop out under the bottom rope and stumbling off to clear her head.
ROLLING ELBOW
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rSpie1RYW7U
Under normal circumstances Justine might have chased after the beanpole Icelander. But the Powerhouse of Paraburdoo could see Harley Jo Collins starting to slip back between the ropes, and that gave her another opportunity. With that in mind she burst forward into a beautiful running dropkick, catching Collins solidly in the torso just as the brunette was ducking to get through the ropes and sending her sprawling back to the outside.
This time Harley’s landing was a lot more painful, thumping into the barely padded concrete on her side and letting out a slightly winded groan. She could hear Carpenter let out a bit of a groan too, and repeat his demand that they all get back in the ring. But that was the least of her worries as a pair of white Muay Thai boots appeared in her vision, one lifting up and driving back down hard into her sternum.
Astrid shifted sideways a little and fired another quick, stiff kick, this one SMECKing into the downed woman’s knee as she cured up. Then she bent, stuffed a palm into the Vicious Volunteer’s face just because she could, and grabbed one handful of hair and another of togs ready to haul her back upright. This was made considerably harder when Harley took a firm grasp of her top and started yanking at the thin material, her other hand dropping to take a similar grip on the blonde’s lycra bottoms.
Preoccupied as they were with each other, Astrid and Harley had both temporarily forgotten that Justine was alone in the ring. The Awesome Aussie had been on top form in the first minute or two of the match and she was clearly keen to continue as she had started. The crowd were of a similar opinion, giving her a roar of approval which doubled in volume when Justine pointed a finger gun at her struggling opponents, pulled the imaginary trigger, and then sprinted to the far ropes, returning at top speed with mischief in her mind.
Outside the ring, Astrid and Harley had got most of the way to vertical when the crowd’s roar alerted them that something might be wrong. Both realised that they’d lost track of the third woman in their equation, but neither was quite able to release their grips in time to avoid what was coming. And that meant they were still locked close together when Freeborne threw herself between the ropes at top speed.
SUICIDE DIVE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nt3IC7QX0HQ
The barrelling Aussie sent both women sprawling into the crash barrier separating them from the fans. Justine’s landing was far more pleasant thanks to the cushioning she received, and the wet thump of two bodies smashing heavily into the lightly padded metal made it even sweeter. Springing nimbly to her feet, Freeborne popped a quick fist pump to acknowledge the noisy cheers in the audience and then stood over the pile of human wreckage she had just rammed into the barricade.
Looking to continue her hot start, Justine gestured to the anxious figure of Al Carpenter back in the ring and raised her voice over the crowd noise. “No use lyin around out here cobbers, that fella wants us back in the ring double quick.” Neither Harley nor Astrid seemed particularly interested in helping out with this request, but Justine gave them no choice, taking one handful of blonde locks and another of chestnut.
It didn’t seem likely that any woman, even one known as the pound-for-pound strongest in FAWN, would be able to lift two opponents up just by their hair. Astrid and Harley didn’t fancy being the subjects in this particular test of Justine’s muscle though, so both scrambled hard and just about made it to standing before the powerhouse blonde had to do it for them. Astrid looked slightly the worse for wear, gulping air and rubbing ineffectually at an angry red welt where her midriff had collapsed around the barricade, so Freeborne focused her attention on Colllins.
Despite her slightly bruised state the Queen of Razorback Holler was ready, swinging a big forearm which thumped into the Aussie’s chest. Justine absorbed the blow with a little ‘oomph’ noise and launched a retaliatory headbutt into the bridge of Harley’s nose. Briefly seeing stars, Collins was easy prey when Justine took another hair hold and used it to swing her around into a face-first collision with the ring apron.
Momentarily stunned, Harley raised one arm up to protect her face and heard an Aussie golf clap behind her. “You nearly made it back in the ring babe,” Justine drawled, “but I guess you need help the rest of the way.” Taking a firm grasp on the back of Collins’ trunks, Justine caused an awkward wedgie and a small mewl of pain when she hauled up and shoveled the big brunette back up under the ropes.
Feeling pretty pleased with herself, Justine turned around and realised she’d made her first mistake of the night. Left alone by the barrier, White had enough precious seconds of rest to shake out the cobwebs and recover from the effects of that breathless suicide dive, meaning that she was now plenty ready to return to the fray. And seeing Freeborne with her back turned gave her the perfect opportunity.
As soon as Justine started turning around Astrid charged forwards and raised one leg, delivering the Yakuza Kick which Astrid had taken to calling ‘White Heat’. The strike was brutal in any circumstance, but this particular version had an even more dramatic impact than usual. Firstly, the unfortunate timing of Justine’s spin meant that she had no way of seeing the blow before it landed, taking it square in the jaw with no flinching or protection. This also meant that she wasn’t able to brace, the kick sending her sprawling backwards into a second concussive crash, this time with the back of her head hitting the exposed metal ring post.
YAKUZA KICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BqolN99S-gU
The crowd let out a sympathetic “OOOOOOOOHH” as the twin blows sent Justine slumping to her knees. Al was also wincing after the sickening impact, but he was damned if he was climbing out of the ring to check his charge was ok. Instead he quickly glanced behind him to where Harley was still seeing stars and then caught Astrid’s eye. “Get her back in the ring Astrid, I’ve asked you all enough times now!”
Astrid fixed him with a blank stare in return. “This is a triple threat match, Mr Carpenter” she said, sounding confused to the point of obvious sarcasm. “Countouts and disqualifications do not apply. Why therefore should I pay any attention to you?”
Carpenter cursed internally for a second, during which time Astrid had pulled Justine to standing (or more accurately swaying) and stepped behind her. “I won’t disqualify you but I’m damn sure not counting a pin or a submission out there. If you’re planning to win, get it back in the ring.”
The Stranger nodded almost sadly. Then she wrapped her arms around Freeborne’s tanned waist, braced her legs and lifted up and backwards. The Snap German Suplex sent Justine thumping down onto her back and shoulders, sliding a little on the thin floor matting and coming to a stop in a gasping pile. Astrid rose casually, rolled herself onto the apron and under the bottom rope, and popped up to her feet only to feel two strong arms look around her waist
SNAP OVERHEAD GERMAN SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mTs1XeH758
“Hey there darlin’. Remember this?” Harley purred into her ear. Knowing what was coming, White immediately started twisting and jerking in the hopes of getting out, but the Queen of Razorback Holler just hung on tight and turned one of her hands around. Fingers bent, all she had to do was squeeze a little harder to give the Stranger another taste of that same hateful claw which had sent her into sobbing defeat back at Thrills, Chills and Spills. Astrid let out a pained hiss and threw a wild elbow backwards, not really landing cleanly but managing to rotate them both a little.
Harley just grinned and bore down even harder on the claw, but the combination of White’s flailing and her extraordinarily long reach meant that she was just able to grasp her fingertips around the top rope. Carpenter was immediately there to demand that Harley break the hold, but the Countrycidal Maniac was in no rush.
“This dear girl was kind enough ta’ remind you just now that there’s no disqualifications in this contest,” Collins reasoned. “Way I see it, she’s welcome to fight her way out, but you’ve no business tellin’ me to let ‘er gWHOAH!”
The rope might not have been enough to earn White a hold break, but they did give her a lot more leverage. She used this to the full, pulling at the same time as she kicked her legs up so that Harley had to either let her claw go or risk an awkward fall with the Stranger landing on top. She chose option one, raising her hands to steady herself, and Astrid dropped to her butt blissfully free of those evil talons.
She didn’t waste a second of that freedom, hopping into a crouch and delivering an awkward looking but surprisingly effective short kick into Collins’ knee. Harley was still trying to rediscover her balance when another long Icelandic leg scythed out and swept her knees out from under her, sending her down in a heap.
Since her arrival in FAWN Astrid White had become known in the locker room thorough scouting of opponents, and after several previous battles she knew HJC almost too well. That knowledge meant that she had a good idea that Harley was going to plant her hands and try to get back to her feet as quickly as possible. When the Vicious Volunteer did just that, White snatched one wrist smoothly away from her, yanked it down between her own legs, and then wormed her way under and around the struggling Tennessean to take possession of her other arm.
From this point all the Arctic Assasin had to do was squeeze those long legs together and stretch them out, yanking her hands in the opposite direction to cinch in a neat Crucifix Armbar. The stretch was uncomfortable for Collins, if not overwhelmingly painful, but it did leave her torso all but immobilised. And Astrid still had one arm free…
CRUCIFIX ARMBAR
youtu.be/_jNiNqZlDz0?t=13s
That elbow was immediately cocked up above the struggling woman’s head, but Astrid paused for a second before dropping the hammer down. Those who didn’t know her thought it might be an acknowledgement of the crowd, who had given her a slightly grudging cheer at the innovative claw escape and reversal. But White just looked down at Collins’ face, the big brunette turning this way and that in an attempt to escape the trap, and then asked a question she’d been wondering about for some time.
“We have already spoken at length about fear, Ms Collins.” Astrid spoke quietly, but Harley was clearly paying attention. “You take great pleasure in mocking me, but right now, as you squirm and try to hide your face, even you must admit to a touch of terror?”
It didn’t look as if Harley was willing to admit anything of the sort, but White didn’t give her the chance either way. As soon as the last word had left her lips she brought that elbow hammering down, twice into Collins nose and cheek and then, when the brunette turned her face away again, she switched to dropping short elbows into Tennessee tits. After four more crushing blows she switched tactics again, tilting the point of her elbow and grinding it down into the soft flesh.
Astrid White wasn’t a woman who truly enjoyed much of anything, yet she couldn’t deny a certain base satisfaction in using the dagger of her elbow to do new and interesting things to the American’s defenseless face. In truth the punishment was perhaps a bit too engrossing, as her fixation on Harley’s suffering meant she didn’t notice when a certain Australian blonde slipped under the bottom rope on her six. The FAWNatics noticed though and their murmur of excitement gave White a split-second to quantify the type of dan--THWHUNK!
Justine went airborne above the unsuspecting Icelander and came down with the point of her right knee landing flush on her target’s forehead. Astrid groaned and rolled clear of Harley, the torture session promptly forgotten as she tried to clear the stars blooming behind her ears. Back to vertical well before her competition, Justine looked between the two to pinpoint her next target. Free or not, Collins was still stretched out flat and the trembling expanse of her tummy practically screamed for a vengeful Splash. Astrid on the other hand was stretched out on her stomach and--
“Thanks for makin’ the decision for me, girlie.” Freeborne murmured as the Stranger rose to her knees. Running the ropes to White’s right while the newcomer was recovering, Justine returned with a full head of steam and just DRILLED a kick into the side of her opponent’s jaw. What’s more, the blue-clad battler dropped into a gorgeous split complete with jaunty double bicep flex. It was the sort of thing White could never understand, yet the capacity crowd gave Justine a raucous ovation for the show.
SPLITTING YAKUZA KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOgxtWGo8xY
“What’s the matter tuff girl, don’t like eatin’ a blindside kick to the skull?” Freeborne chided as she regained her feet. “Guess we got something in common after all.” She was in the midst of reaching for that battle damp blonde hair when a quiet groan drew her attention elsewhere. That elsewhere turned out to be Harley Jo Collins, who’d fought to a seat during Freeborne’s latest skirmish with White. Though loathe to leave the slender striker alone for too long, Justine felt an ungovernable urge to keep that damned smirk off the American’s face, so she wheeled around into a dead run and hit the ropes in front of her penitent prey. The clamor of boots on canvas raised Harley’s eyes in time to see the danger without letting her do a damned thing about THWHACK! Justine hopped off her left foot to crack the right offa Harley’s chin with a Penalty Kick that put the brunette flat on her back.
PENALTY KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uHwKj_zpNXc
‘Flicking’ her trunks back into place as she strolled away from that wicked shot, Justine held up two fingers and questioned the crowd. “That’s two for Astrid and one for Harley, right?” They responded in the affirmative, quite loudly in fact. “That’s what I thought. Well I hate ‘em both equally, only fair to keep the ledger balanced.”
Propelled by that spirit of fairness, Freeborne skipped over the prone brunette to go to the ropes one more time, only instead of turning into the strands she dropped into a flawless handstand that sent her into the rubber-coated steel upside down. Natural springiness bounced Justine back the way she’d came, the powerful Aussie landing on her feet just long enough to propel herself into a second back flip, one that THWHAPPED her down across Collins’s midsection in a gorgeous Splash. Harley Jo’s legs shot up on impact so Freeborne hooked both and bundled her into a snug Back Press good for…
HANDSPRING SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-QBrVyoU0as
ONE…
TWO…
The Vicious Volunteer powered out at ‘TWO’ with the sort of enthusiasm that Justine didn’t much like. “Always were a stubborn skag, Harl.” the blonde said with a sigh. “Good thing I’m just as WHOA!” Freeborn threw herself forward, tucking her head just in time to avoid the Buzzsaw Kick Astrid aimed at the side of her head. Coming full circle after the whiffed strike, the Stranger reached for Justine’s hair and ate a straight right hand to the gut instead.
Quick to get under the Icelander as Astrid doubled over, Freeborne hooked the taller woman in a Fireman’s Carry and muscled them both to boot leather. “Can’t help takin’ cheap shots, can you, bytch?” White only grunted and squirmed, so Justine pointed herself at the far corner and took off running. The FAWNatics sprang to their feet to see Astrid endure the Great Barrier Smash, so they were a mite disappointed when the newcomer gouged the tip of her elbow into the side of Justine’s head no less than half a dozen times.
Slowed by each new impact, Freeborne’s grip gave out several steps shy of the buckles and Astrid slid from her perch without so much as a word. Didn’t mean there wasn’t a statement to make, as Justine discovered when White hooked an arm under her right bicep and spun her around into a Front Facelock. Just like that Astrid kicked both feet forward and laid out on her back to THWHONK the crown of the Aussie’s noggin against the mat with a beautiful Ice Flow DDT. The sudden impact somersaulted Freeborne onto her back, so White floated over into a Crossbody and hooked the far leg for…
ICE FLOW DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hdovcE0hM8M
ONE…
TWO…
Justine kicked out with a full second to spare, a show of defiance that reassured her fans and got no reaction from Astrid one way or another. “To answer your question, no, I don’t much care for getting kicked in the head, Freeborne, but I accept that risk” Astrid murmured after she’d filled her hands with the other woman’s hair. “I will be more diligent against such tactics in the future.”
Too woozy to offer any comment in the wake of White’s DDT, Justine managed a few weak slaps to the Icelander’s ribs as Astrid reeled her into another Front Facelock. “You avoided my last kick, perhaps you’ll avoid this as well.” White snagged a handful of teal trunks, dipped her knees and muscled Freeborne to high noon for a gorgeous Vertical Suplex! Or at least that’s how it started life. The stall was no more than three seconds old when White stepped back and dropped her burden into a short freefall that THWHUMPED Justine flat on her face, chest and tummy.
GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2E9GxNMdCE
Knocked onto her knees by the power of the Gourdbuster, Freeborne crossed both arms over her chest and-- THWHACK! Sympathetic groans from the sold out crowd as Astrid connected with the Buzzsaw Kick she’d been denied earlier in the night. Eyes glazed over long before she toppled onto her back, Justine offered no resistance whatsoever as White slid across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
BUZZSAW KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3JXZ0FjghTk
ONE…
TWO…
THR-
”AAAAARRRRHHHH!”
Astrid let loose and rolled away from Freeborne as fire licked her from shoulders to buttocks. Genuinely confounded by the source of this pain, the Stranger scrambled to her feet and leveled a wide-eyed stare on Harley Jo Collins. “Are you insane?!” she almost shouted at the recovered brunette. “It’s an elimination match! There’s absolutely nothing to gain by interrupting my cover!”
Collins actually had the temerity to chuckle at the blonde, which earned an uncharacteristic snarl from the Icelander. “On the contrary, darlin’.” Harley replied with that infuriating smirk still on her mouth. “I took away something you wanted and caused you pain in a single stroke. That’s more than enough to get me raking your back all night long.”
Astrid shook her head, the sting in her back quickly replaced by a consternation that made her head hurt. “That… makes no sense at all. Even if your sole focus was punishing me, it would be much easier to do so with Justine out of the NNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Harley Jo darted in and turned the blonde’s head with a Bytch Slap that echoed into the cheap seats. “You’re the one ruled by logic, sweetness.” HJC noted as she shook the tingle out of her hand. “He and I have a tenuous relationship at best. If you want to survive the night you’d do well to--”
Astrid pounced and laced both hands around the back of Harley’s head, meaning to rip the guts out of that hated midsection with a flurry of Muy Thai Kneelifts. Imagine her surprise then when the Tennessee Terror wrapped an arm around her midsection and pulled her in tummy to tummy. The question on White’s lips came out a pained, nasal shriek as Collins tilted her head to one side and chomped down on her nose! Astrid stamped her feet and clawed at the American’s shoulders, her grasp on technique temporarily lost in the face of this vile gnawing.
“C’mon Harley, spit her out.” Al cajoled after the toothsome torture continued for a good five seconds. “You know the front office hates to pay for nose jobs!”
Collins finished her nosh with a Kneelift to the belly and a kiss on Astrid’s forehead not because she gave a damn about what the office liked, but because she didn’t have a bead on Freeborne’s location. Drawing the gasping Icelander into a perfectly legal Bear Hug, Harley gave Astrid’s midsection a squeeze and turned in a circle to find her other adversary. Good news for Justine, she was stretched out on one side rubbing at her aching head, meaning she was of no concern to Collins at the moment.
Of course her safety meant peril for Astrid, as Collins relinquished the Hug in favor of hooking her right arm across the white-clad blonde’s chest. She strengthened this grip with a handful of waistband, then muscled Astrid off her feet and went down on one knee to THWHUMP the Stranger’s tummy atop her knee! White shuddered but couldn’t quite pull away from Harley Jo’s mitts, meaning she was still under the Countrycidal Maniac’s control when Collins rose to her full height.
“Don’t think I didn’t recognize you for what you were the instant you walked through that door, darlin’.” Harley purred as she sidled around to the blonde’s left side. “Talkin’ of fear like you’re some kind of expert when you don’t even know what it feels like. Hell, you won’t EVER know what it feels like.”
The Queen of Razorback Holler slung White’s left arm over her shoulders, looped an arm across her lower back and braced her left hand against the back of Astrid’s left knee. Trap set, she lifted Astrid onto the point of her right shoulder, then tossed her legs away and sank to one knee to THWHUMP the Stranger’s midsection with the second Gutbuster in less than a minute.
SWINGING GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SbQwYG9c1Ss
This time Astrid slopped loose of the American’s knee, but she didn’t have the strength to do anything more than curl into a loose ball. Still down on one knee, Harley raked a hand through her hair and smiled. “Fear may be beyond you, darlin’, but pain? Pain feels the same for everyone, sociopath or not.”
She was definitely too gutshot to respond verbally, but Astrid had enough wits about her to guess where this latest threat was headed. That was why she kept both hands over her tummy as she started rolling away, expecting at any second to feel that hateful claw once again invading her flesh. But when the invasion came it wasn’t a talon but a boot, Harley straightening up and just digging her heel into the Stranger’s rapidly reddening stomach to pin her to the canvas like a bug.
It wasn’t quite a formal pin though, Astrid’s shoulders were well off the matt as she reached out to tug at that boot. “Y…you have no idea what I am, Collins.” she croaked as she bucked and twisted to get free. “No-one knows what I aOOOOWPPPH!”
Tiring of this particular tummy torture, Harley pressed up onto one toe and kicked both legs forward, falling into a nasty looking legdrop into the Icelander’s breadbox. The Vicious Volunteer slid round into a high mount over her slender prey, and Astrid’s hands again dropped to protect her aching belly, but it seemed Harley again had a different target in mind, reaching down and tugging lightly at the meshed top over White’s modest chest.
“Never really got to play with these puppies before,” Collins mused quietly, digging her fingernails into that sensitive flesh. White gave a gasp at this fresh pain but didn’t add any more to the conversation. “Ah reckon no-one else’s ever given ’em much attention neither, seen’s they’re attached to you.” She dug in again and then lifted off sharply, White’s choked-back scream being accompanied with a distinct rrrrip noise from the seams of her top.
After several unsuccessful encounters with the Queen of Razorback Holler Astrid had resigned herself to the fact that at some point she would almost certainly end up in a predicament like this; pinned to the matt, claws digging into her flesh. And so, instead of worrying just about avoidance, she had studied and trained in how to counteract this position. The searing and previously unknown pain running through her chest only sharpened the Stranger’s mind to the task.
While her hands worked furiously to release the hooks sunk into her chest the Stranger braced both feet flat to the floor and used them to squirm down a few inches. Having secured some precious leg freedom she put phase two into action, bucking up her hips and bicycling her legs in close synchronicity. The result was an unorthodox but surprisingly powerful knee strike which Astrid had practiced well enough to hit cleanly into the back of Collins’ cranium.
The unexpected strike pitched Harley forwards, and suddenly her hands were needed for bracing rather than clawing. White would have used this opportunity to wriggle free but was saved the trouble when a gold and turquoise flash flipped over her and ripped the big brunette out of her mount. Justine landed neatly on her butt, but her improvised Cutter drove Harley’s face into the canvas with enough force to leave her seeing stars.
SOMERSAULT CUTTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMotlENJjh8
Most people would have taken a second to breathe when freed from the Tennessee Terror’s clutches, but Astrid had already tasted Australian boot enough times in this match and she wouldn’t allow Justine another free shot. She popped to her feet at lightning speed, the athleticism earning a respectful ‘woo’ from some of the crowd. Sure enough, Freeborne was also vertical and heading fast in her direction, but the Aussie stopped on a dime before she could run into any of White’s counters
The two blondes stared each other out for a second, lithe bodies frozen, eyes locked with such competitive intensity that sparks might have been flying. Then, without a word, Justine jerked her head towards Harley’s recovering form, a clear invitation to take advantage while they both had the chance. White nodded once then turned and ran, leaping up high and dropping with both knees pointed into Harley’s stomach.
The impromptu but effective knee drop was enough to drive most of the air out of Collins’ lungs, the impact lifting her up to sitting almost involuntarily. And this was perfect for Justine, charging in behind the Stranger and driving a gorgeous low dropkick into the brunette’s temple. Harley flew back down to the matt in a woozy starfish. Astrid had somersaulted forward from her kneedrop and was back to her feet again, still wary, so the two very temporary allies towered either side of their fallen prey.
Astrid quickly lifted one leg up behind her, reaching back to grasp it and pull it higher still. This drew a cautious glance from Justine, and the Stranger sighed a little. “I intend to kick her very hard. I’m sure you can do the same.” White didn’t wait for a response, lifting her foot back as high as it could go and then releasing, the toe of her boot describing a gorgeous arc and burying with gravity-augmented force into Tennessee liver.
ARABESQUE KICK
youtu.be/Dbt8lDK2abA?t=43s
A sickening thud rang out from the impact, followed swiftly by an agonised groan from Harley. White looked up with a sort of ‘beat that’ smirk, but Justine wasn’t phased in the slightest. “no worries cobber!” she grinned, raising her own foot forwards and up until those long tanned legs were practically in a full split. Her boot hovered in the air for a second and descended again, a murderous axe kick THWUMPING between Collins’ shoulder blades. The Countrycidal Manic let out a roar of hurt and reared back off the matt, shoulders arched as if she was trying to fold herself up and hide her abused spine.
AXE KICK
youtu.be/h_X16hcoXsQ?list=PLGogUX37WiS9_ezf00nc0FVTroxX7wgd6
Feeling mightily encouraged by the pained noises coming from Harley, Justine dropped to a kneel, shovelled her onto her back and hooked the far leg for…
ONE
T…
Harley braced both hands on Justine’s tanned torso and pushed her off with authority. Or at least she would have done if Astrid hadn’t toe-pushed the Aussie off herself a nanosecond before. Collins pushed up forcefully anyway and flopped over on her side like a fish out of water, while the Freeborne roared to her feet and chested into the slightly taller woman with murder in her eyes.
“What the f*ck White? I knew I couldn’t trust you but I didn’t know you were stupid. Can you really not see that we need to get rid of OOOOHHH BYTCH!”
Astrid brought both hands up and gave her a hard push, enough to send the Powerhouse of Paraburdoo back a few paces. She was ready to storm back in and unleash hell when she heard White’s withering deadpan. “You know that wasn’t enough. Instead of wasting time why don’t you try that crude crash move and throw her towards me.”
It was incredibly hard not to just ignore the words and slap the hell out of that smug, smarter-than-thou face. But Justine was able to stave off that urge, on a very temporary basis, to see what the psychopath was planning. She had Harley back on her feet in an instant, burying a foot in her belly and securing the fireman’s carry lift just as she had earlier with Astrid, only this time instead of aiming at the ringpost she honed in on the beanpole Stranger a few yards away.
It is often said that necessity breeds invention, and both blondes in the ring at that moment would agree that it was pretty damn necessary for them to take Harley Jo Collins out. Even Justine wasn’t quite sure what would happen next when she took a few quick steps forward and launched her burden at the waiting Stranger. If White had any such uncertainty though she didn’t show it, jumping confidently off one foot and bicycling that knee up with perfect timing to CLUNK sickeningly into the back of Collins’ rapidly descending head.
FROZEN BARRIER CRASH
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWlAbBk473Q
Smacked clean out of the sky by the brutally augmented move, Harley hit the canvas with a wet ‘splat’ and showed no sign of movement whatsoever. Astrid brought her foot down again, rubbed at her knee a little and muttered “Now pin her”. Freeborne looked as surprised as everyone else at how well their little bit of teamwork had ended but she still dived on to the semiconscious Tennessee Terror and hooked a leg for...
ONE
TWO
…
There was no noticeable movement from Harley, and indeed Al Carpenter’s hand could have come down quite a few more times before there were any signs of stirring. But despite this Justine had broken the pin herself, kneeling up and fixing the Arctic Assassin with an untrustworthy glare.
For her part the Stranger looked furious, her voice raising as loud as anyone in FAWN had ever heard it. “What are you doing!” she shouted, “You just told me she needed to be eliminated!” Justine stayed stock still, regarding White for half a second, then made an ‘after you’ sort of gesture. “Feel free babe,” she said, rolling back on her haunches.
White glared down, her desire to finally take out the loathsome Countrycidal Maniac vying with suspicion about the obvious trap Freeborne was setting for her. But whatever you thought of Harley Jo Collins she was as tough as old leather, and the thought of missing this opportunity spurred Astrid into action. She hurriedly spread herself over Collins’ shallow-breathing chest, hooked the far leg and pressed down as Carpenter knelt to count...
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Harley Jo eased a shoulder off the canvas within a heartbeat of ‘THREE’, the escape earning genuine surprise from Astrid and a snort of disgust from Justine. Honing in on the disgust coming from the Aussie (indeed it rolled off her like a low grade fever) White clambered to boot leather and said, “Do you have something to say to me, Freeborne?”
Justine pointed at the demolished brunette. “That should have been a pin, ya skagger. Next time try putting all your weight on her.”
The Arctic Assassin’s eyes narrowed, though her response was as cool as ever. “Perhaps next time you’d consider not breaking a perfectly good cover in order to make some sort of unnecessary point.”
Freeborne’s answer was a derisive snort. “Yeah. Forgive me for not offering up my skull to the boot of psychopath with no concept of honor.”
Astrid frowned and took a step closer to the blonde. “Careful with your words, Freeborne. I’m not the one who stuck her nose where it didn’t beNNNNGGGHHHHH!”
Justine reached across her chest and lashed out with a Knife-Edge Chop that CRAAACKED against the topography of White’s damaged top. “I know right where your nose belongs, Astrid.” Justine taunted the wincing Icelander. “I’d made it a very comfortable seat the first time we NNNGGHHH!”
JUMPING HIGH KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a1Z7EtUY2B4
Astrid slipped the surly bonds of earth in a nimble vertical leap and THWHONKED the point of her left knee against Justine’s chin. Freeborne staggered, reached out a hand, then went down on one knee as she tried to blink some edges back into the world. “Don’t think I forgot that tawdry humiliation.” Astrid snapped at the penitent blonde. “Perhaps you’d like to set this alliance aside to find out which one of us ends up humiliaWHOOAEERRGGGHHH!” The Powerhouse of Paraburdoo surged forward, ‘smecked’ her arms around Astrid’s waist and proceeded to hurl her halfway across the ring with a gorgeous Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex!
OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-nWCAKeU8I
White landed flat but sat up so fast you might’ve suspected the mat was electrified. Having landed in the vicinity of a corner, the Stranger grabbed hold of the middle rope and used it to haul herself to a verticality maintained thanks to the comforting presence of the turnbuck--“UUNNNNNNGHH!”
Astrid was crushed against the buckles, the slender stunner buried under a tawny Australian Avalanche Splash! Very much enjoying the feel of White’s shallow breathing against her washboard abs, Freeborne grabbed the back of her foe’s head, stepped aside and slung her out of the corner. She’d expected Astrid to stay on her feet, but the newcomer dropped into a tight forward roll that brought her back to boot leather somewhere a little beyond the center of the ring. No matter, she was still doubled over and Justine was bearing down on her in a dead run. Freeborne leapt, hooked her right leg over the back of Astrid’s--
Shouts of surprise and appreciation from those assembled as White turned into her attacker so that both of Justine’s legs were threaded over her shoulders. In the span between heartbeats she wrapped her arms around the blonde’s waist and stood tall, thus muscling the Aussie into the stall position for a Powerbomb. Rather than simply plant her burden on the thinly-sheathed plywood, Astrid turned, stomped over to the wreckage of Harley Jo Collins and tossed Justine down on her vulnerable midsection! There was a heavy THWHUMP followed by a wail from Freeborne and groans from the crowd. The reason for such a reaction grew clear as soon as the Arctic Assassin looked down. Collins hadn’t had the energy to roll clear of the impact, she had however raised both knees across her chest, meaning Justine’s landing was even more painful than the Stranger could’ve hoped.
“You have an impressive talent for self-preservation, Collins.” White admitted to her rival as Harley Jo shoved Justine away and fought to her feet. “Unfortunately it won’t save you from--”
The Tennessee Terror swiveled her head with a straight right hand that would’ve put most of the roster flat on their ass. As it was, Astrid’s knees went loose and she stumbled hard, but the lissome lovely refused to go down. “I don’t need saving from you, darlin’.” Harley grunted. “You’re the one that’ll be in need of--”
ICEBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJ_SQ-f4NSA
Astrid spun around like a ballerina, lashed out her right leg and THWHACKED a brutal Spinning Heel Kick off the side of the American’s head. Knocked loopy by the move Astrid would later dub the Icebreaker, Collins crumpled to her knees and was promptly drawn into a Standing Headscissors. “The only thing I’ll need when this match is over,” the Arctic Assasin noted as she wrapped her arms around the brunette’s waist, “is an exceedingly long shower to wash away the scents of both yourself and FreeboRNNNNNNGGGHHHHH!”
Astrid had dismissed Justine in favor of finishing off her rival, a decision which cost her dearly when the Powerhouse of Paraburdoo rushed in and damned near kicked her head into the upper deck with another Leaping Super Kick! Astrid went down in a heap while Harley collapsed to hands and knees, her forehead resting heavily on the canvas. Justine paid her notice just long enough to slam a hateful kick into her ribs, then she turned and flopped down across Astrid’s tummy, the Icelander’s far leg pulled up just south of her chin for the…
LEAPING SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=W0dj3Q11Tls
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOOOOOO!
White powered out and sat out, both arms X’ed tight against her chest as she worked to steady her bearings. Anything like true recovery was still well out of reach when Justine plunged a hand into her hair and dragged her upright. “Gonna make you wail, girlie.” she murmured in the Icelander’s ear. “Then I’m gonna do the same to Collins, then it’s right after our little shyt of a World Champion.”
Astrid didn’t answer, in fact she barely managed a groan when Freeborne took her left arm and wrenched it in a quick circle. Snuggled in on the other blonde’s left side, Justine threaded her right leg around Astrid’s left thigh, then hooked her left leg over the back of White’s neck and laid claim to the defenseless lovely’s right arm. Teeth bared in a victorious grin, Justine bore down with her leg and wrenched back on the Armbar to force a wailing sob from the usually stoic Astrid.
OCTOPUS STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-joY-4jQuXo
“TAP OUT!” Freeborne demanded as White writhed in the coils of the Octopus Stretch. “TAP OUT AND I’LL LET YOU GO, GIRLIE!”
“What do you say, Astrid?” Al asked following ten uncomfortable seconds of silence. “Ready to hang it up for the night?” “Nuuhhhh…. NO!” Astrid answered with as much ice as she could. “I refuse to submiTTAAAAAAAAHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Justine crooked her right hand into a claw and applied it to Astrid’s tummy. Her version of the Belly Claw wasn’t as widely feared as Harley’s, but the blonde hardbody’s grip was nothing to scoff at, especially when applied in tandem with the gawdawful stretch. Eager to see Astrid capitulate, the FAWNatics sprang to their feet and chanted, ‘TAP! TAP! TAP!’ a sentiment that Freeborne actively encouraged. “Give it up, sweetheart.” Justine panted as she tried to fold Astrid in half. “We’ll wrestle again on another night, but right now we both know that you’re UUUUNNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
DISCUS CLOTHESLINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nNPYSWiz3Co
Happy to be ignored until the time was right, Harley Jo Collins charged in, whipped around in a quick circle and came out the other side armed with a Clothesline that caught Justine across the chest with a resounding THWHAP! The brutal strike put she and Astrid down in a heap of groaning blonde that Collins only admired for a moment before reaching in to haul Astrid to her feet. Gripping the Stranger by the back of the neck, the Queen of Razorback Holler tossed White’s left arm across her shoulders, then grabbed a handful of waistband. “That was a real clever thing you did, tryin’ to crush me with Outback Jackie down there.” she chided. “Hope you don’t mind if I return the favor.”
Astrid reached up and pushed at Collins’s face, trying to create any separation she could. “Lehhh…. let go of WHOOAH OOOOFFFFFHHHH!” HJC dipped her knees and hoisted the six footer high into the air and just as she’d promised, she THWHUMPED White down on Justine’s midsection in a huge Splash! The little bit of Aussie padding didn’t do Astrid much good and she rolled away clutching her ribs.
AMAZE IMPACT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q1qI8D-wtEE
Harley noted this with obvious satisfaction, then turned her attention to Justine. “I appreciate the tenacity displayed in sticking up for yourself, I truly to.” the Vicious Volunteer explained as she scraped the winded blonde off the canvas. “And should you still feel the urge for satisfaction when the sun comes up, you’re more than welcome to track me down. But for now, sugar. I need you to go the hell away.”
On the heels of that statement she wedged Freeborne’s head under her left arm and slipped both hands under Aussie biceps to complete the Double Underhook. Trap set, Harley Jo hoisted Justine to high noon, the blue-clad blonde’s toes pointing straight at the rafters for a good five seconds as Collins turned to show her off to every side of the arena. Only then did she swing Freeborne down and lay out on her back with both knees pulled high to THAWHUMP her down atop those bony joints. Caught flush by the Ace of Spades, Justine flopped over onto her back in a breathless sprawl and paid no mind when Collins slung a leg over and settled down in a textbook Front Face Sit.
ACE OF SPADES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxJ-NXLB1tM
With Justine’s chin wedged against the fork of her crotch, Harley Jo pressed her palms against gulping blonde midsection and leaned back while Carpenter slapped off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Harley got up without a word, her eyes locked on Astrid well before the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, Justine Freeborne has been eliminated!”
The few yards of canvas between Collins and White was probably one of the most dangerous spaces in the world at that exact moment. Under normal circumstances Al Carpenter wouldn’t dream of violating that no-man’s-land, but he had to get Justine to safety and that meant putting his neck on the line. “Stay back Ladies, I need space to get her out,” He demanded, his voice firm despite the danger.
Neither woman moved, either to give him space or to attack. “Don’t you worry none” Harley purred. “Astrid here knows just what happens when we two share a ring. She’s in no hurry for what’s comin’.”
“I know that you’re afraid, Collins” White’s voice was quiet and matter-of-fact as usual. “Ms Freeborne may have allowed you to squirm off the hook, but you’ve already felt what it’s like to be helpless tonight.”
Harley’s smile widened a little. “Don’t pretend you weren’t fixed to tap out back there” she replied. “Freeborne was gettin’ in the way of us both. Now she’s gone and you’re left just with little old me.”
Just like that the stillness was broken, both women ignoring Carpenter and storming forwards. Indeed Collins would have ploughed right through him if a perfectly targeted side kick hadn’t smashed into her sternum. The Stranger pivoted and swung again, this time a hook kick which Harley blocked inches from her temple.
And Astrid wasn’t done, spinning again and flicking one boot as high as she could. The unexpected axe kick looped over Harley’s hasty guard and caught her flush on the crown. As the brunette rocked forward White darted forward and ducked under one shoulder, looping her hand over Tennessee neck. The other arm reached down to clutch at Collins’ leg and then the Stranger snapped back and over.
EXPLODER SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H-XEfDpeTY4
Harley was sent back-first to the canvas, but she rolled through and was scrambling to her feet in defiance of the pain in her spine. Astrid popped to vertical at about the same time, taking a fast stride and leaping into a spin with one arm crooked. It would almost certainly have become her Snowblind elbow if Harley hadn’t demonstrated a whole ton of grace to go along with her long established brutality and toughness.
Moving with deceptive speed the powerful brunette ducked and matched Astrid’s motion perfectly, rotating underneath the attempted strike and ending up on her six. Harley reached out one arm and maintained her rotation, hooking the surprised Stranger around the throat and yanking her backwards. She slipped one knee out as she spun, driving the Icelander down back-first for an inventively effective Spinning Backbreaker. Or at least she would have done if Astrid hadn’t shown off her flexibility, bridging herself backwards to slip out from under Collins’ arm and planting her own hands to perform a surprisingly delicate back handspring over that posted leg.
The lightning-fast sequence of counters and evasions had left both women pretty much back where they started but the Arctic Assassin clearly felt she still had the element of surprise. To capitalize she launched a big crescent kick, and then watched helplessly as Harley ducked the strike and caught her leg in the air. The Tennessee Terror stepped in to hook her arms around the captured Stranger’s torso, snarled “too slow darlin’” into her shocked face, and lifted up and back into her own beautiful bridge.
CAPTURE SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7isOUp6-tRw
Pain throbbed out from the back of Astrid’s head and spread to encompass her wrenched neck and shoulders. Disoriented by the impact she tried to roll onto her side and then begun squirming desperately as she felt the footsteps of a certain Countrycidal Maniac approaching. But the effort wasn’t nearly enough to escape, Collins hooking onto her rapidly shredding top, hauling her up into a rough facelock and once again demonstrating that ungodly core strength by lifting straight into the suplex stall position. White had a second to hold there and then watched the world descend again, slamming her stomach into Harley’s outstretched knee.
SUPLEX LIFT GUTBUSTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mELz9-K3Lkg
White let out a ‘whoof’ noise but otherwise just stayed where she had landed. She would probably have stayed there considerably longer if Harley hadn’t withdrawn that limb, causing the Icelander to slump to the canvas, and moved around to her head. It seemed that Astrid was going for another ride when the Vicious Volunteers arms wrapped around her waist and lifted into gut wrench position for…
…In desperation Astrid pressed down with her arms and pistoned one knee up into the back of Collins’ head. This was enough to loosen the Tennessee clutches and wriggle down to an awkward landing behind her tormentress. Before she had really found her balance the Stranger whipped one leg out to connect with the pit of Harley’s knee and staggered off backwards, returning from the ropes with that elbow cocked again.
And once again the Tennessee Terror was just too wily for her. Flicking out a perfectly placed mule kick which impaled the already gutshot blonde, Harley turned around and re-secured her gutwrench. This time White was too groggy to conjure an escape, unable to prevent herself from being lifted to shoulder height and then spiraling back down into a HELLACIOUS knee-on-tummy impact.
GUTWRENCH GUTBUSTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9nC5rQxWGTI
Everyone in the arena could tell that this contest was nearly done, Astrid unable to do more than ball her body up and grasp vacantly at her tummy and the horrible purply-red patch inflicted by the Gut Check Goddess. But the thought of a pin barely even crossed Harley’s mind. This little ‘rivalry’ might have been instigated by the Icelander, and elongated by Freeborne, but Harley was damn sure going to end it in her own style.
With that in mind the Queen of Razorback Holler kneewalked around to White’s head and prepared to once again make it her throne. “Record books are gonna be sayin’ 3 and oh, girl,” she purred. “Not sayin’ I’m bored of puttin’ a hurt on, but maybe it’s time for you to rethink who you’re messin’ with.”
No sign of that yet from Astrid, but she did defy her torn-up core to rotate her body a little on the canvas, trying to either move to safety or bring those alabaster legs into play again. The effort was valiant, but was made futile when Harley simply shifted to kneeling alongside the Stranger’s torso, that vaunted claw rising up and BITING down into trembling Icelandic flesh.
A roar of pain ripped from White’s lips, and one hand shot out to futilely pry at those invading talons. Astrid’s other hand flew out sideways, just about brushing the ropes, but Harley only chuckled. “We’ve already discussed how ropes ain’t gonna save you, darlin’” she cooed, watching fury mix with pain on the Stranger’s face. “But maybe I can give just a little more persuadin’.”
She let the squirming beauty ponder on that for a second, then shot out her other claw, hooking into midnight blue bottoms and squeezing down to the tender meat within. Astrid let out a renewed scream, this one higher pitched, and started thrashing wildly. Carpenter was there, concern etched on his face as he shouted “Astrid, I can end this! What do you say?!” White’s cries had a sort of ‘NNnnnnnNNNNN!” sound, but just to be sure she waggled one desperate finger at Al. It didn’t escape anyone’s notice that that hand stayed just above the canvas though, flattening out as if in readiness.
“You know this is the end girl. You already gave it up to me twice before, no harm in making it threEUGH”. In a final desperate shot Astrid bicycled up one leg again, landing her boot on Collins’ jaw more by luck than judgement. It wasn’t anything like a full-power strike but it was enough to shake Harley sideways a little, enough that she had to relinquish one claw to brace herself upright. And White used those few seconds of freedom and her rope grip to pull away from the second talon and scramble lopsidedly to her feet.
Without a second to think, Astrid took one big step and leaped as high as her battered body could manage. As the Vicious Volunteer stood up she reached those long arms to hook around Tennessee neck and folded her legs up into a ball. The lurch in her stomach turned into a fire because of the painful landing on her back, but that pain didn’t matter because Harley had been yanked forwards off her moorings. She landed full force with her chest hitting the Stranger’s knees.
FEAR OF FALLING
www.youtube.com/watch?v=E7KOSzdfg-c
The Lungblower did exactly as its name suggested, driving all of the air out of the stunned Tennessee Terror. This was a problem in itself but became far worse when White broke half of her neck clinch and threaded one leg even higher, over Harley’s bicep and around so that pale shin was tucked into the hollow of her throat. As Collins tried to refill those empty lungs Astrid linked her fingers again and emptied all her remaining resources to constrict the brunette’s throat.
WHITEOUT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yXqY_6vfKIM
Out of absolutely nowhere the Stranger had managed to hook in the choke she used as her finisher, and on the receiving end Harley could already see black spots in her vision. She scrabbled for a second to get her feet beneath her and then surged forward, hoping to stack the lighter woman up on her shoulders. She had almost achieved this when White lifted off on the pressure for just a split second, used her free leg to push backwards a little, and resumed the pressure with both right back in their starting position.
Every last bit of Astrid’s diminished energy was being poured into this final desperation maneuver. The redlining crowd, Carpenter’s anxious shouts to Harley, all of this was ignored by the Icelander, her brain reduced to processing only the pain wracking her body and the tunnel vision of Harley’s rapidly reddening face. “I can see the whites of your eyes, Collins,” she murmured. “You will admit you are afraid. Submit.”
No such admission seemed to be forthcoming from Harley. Instead Astrid felt a new, warm slash of pain as one hateful finger and then more wormed into the sensitive flesh of her top once again, Harley using her one free hand in the only way her oxygen-addled brain could think of. Worryingly this suggested that her top was no longer functioning, but White dismissed this too, and gradually those painful fingernails loosened their grip. “Submit!” the Stranger hissed urgently, “Admit what we both know! Submit!”
Harley’s face was beet-red, her eyes finally rolling closed, but still there was no sign of submission. Carpenter moved in close, which only heightened the buzz of anticipation in the arena. “Harley, are you in there? You’ve got to give me something!” No response was forthcoming except a low growl from Astrid, who clearly wanted to hear her nemesis admit defeat. But a worryingly dark purple tinge was spreading over the Tennessee girl’s lips. “That’s enough ITS OVER!” he shouted, gesturing quickly to the timekeeper and then tugging urgently on White’s pale leg.
The bell sounded and Astrid released her hands, dropping exhausted to her back. She just managed to kick away angrily, pushing her unconscious opponent away form her, but could do no more. For the next few seconds she lay prone, hands vacantly massaging her devastated tummy, ears flooded with crowd roars and the soft sounds of officials tending to Harley. After a few seconds Carpenter’s voice reached her.
“Something to cover you up Miss?” She opened both eyes. Al was standing over her, offering a white FAWN tshirt. Astrid looked down to confirm what she already suspected; that Harley's final assault had shredded the remains of her top, the exposure just a final indignity in a long stream inflicted on her by the Queen of Razorback Holler. That frustration was add it to the list of hurts she would be repaying if ever she was alone with Collins again, but for now the satisfaction of finally beating her went beyond any indignity. Glancing up again, White accepted Carpenter’s proffered shirt without a word, tugging it over her head as she sat up, crossed her legs, and laid her arms on her knees.
“Your winner…by way of knockout…ASTRID WHITE”
The Stranger showed no reaction to the announcer’s voice, staying in the same Indian-style seat she had assumed after her Fawnamania win, head bowed. She only moved when Al had made sure Harley was safe and came back over to her. “Want me to raise your hand?” he asked. White didn’t look up, but she silently offered one wrist towards him.
Al crouched down and raised that proffered hand, provoking shouts of both adulation and opprobrium from the audience. He was ready to let go when White uncrossed her legs and stood slowly up to her full height, the lanky ref rising hurriedly and having to reach more than usual to match the tallest woman in the promotion. Astrid let him hold her wrist there for a second, acknowledging the wall of noise, then tugged free of his grasp and bent her arm at the elbow, spreading two fingers over her eye and tilting her head to make her ‘A’ sigil.
As Carpenter moved away she turned a slow 360, dispassionately aware of the need to give a spectacle for the surprising numbers who were applauding. She briefly looked towards the corner where a tech was proffering a live microphone, but dismissed him with a shake of the head. With the audience still applauding and booing in equal measure she hobbled to the ropes and then turned back as if in afterthought.
“Thank you for the shirt” White muttered. Her body language didn’t really give much clue who she might be speaking to, but Carpenter turned none the less, pleased to get an acknowledgement from a woman who usually only gave him icy glares and withering comments. “You’re welcome mi…Astrid, that was an incredible match!” he responded. White nodded, still without looking at him, then carefully folded herself through the ropes and set off up the ramp, showing no interest in the raucous FAWNatics around her