Post by bigfan on Jul 23, 2017 21:28:43 GMT
After a short wait as the stage hands make there final adjustments from the previous match, suddenly the sound system blares to life with The Heavy's "Oh No, Not You Again!"
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The entrance gets a large section of boos, but a not insignificant group shows respect to the champ with cheers and applause. Trisha is legitimately surprised, and feigns being moved by the gesture before walking down the ramp to the ring, IC belt over one shoulder and mic in hand.
The Minnesota Mauler ducks into the ring, decked out in a new outfit she's gotten made up for her new position as champ. A maroon one-piece with a neckline that dives to her navel and an unnecessary, but admittedly snazzy looking belt finished off with a new pair of white on black wrestling boots.
TRISHA BELLE:
Belle strikes a pose, giving the crowd and the Gladiatrix photographers a second to capture the new champ. Trisha then lifts the mic to her lips. "I think you all know why I'm here. Another pay-per-view, another open challenge for the belt I have draped over my shoulder." Trisha smirks as the remark gets a pop from the crowd. "Well, lets get this over with. Which one of the bitches backstage is feeling lucky enough to risk a concussion tonight?"
And with that short, cocky promo, Belle leans on the ropes closest to the ramp, mic still in hand, as she waits for the sound system to signal to her who was stupid enough to challenge her tonight.
And she didn’t have to wait long. Angus Young’s opening riff roared out of the speakers. This time the crowd’s reaction was completely unanimous, they rose to their feet as one to welcome one of their favorites, with the woman in question shimmying through the curtain and raising both hands at the same time as Brian Johnson’s first chant of ‘THUN-DER!”
THUNDERSTRUCK
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Justine Freeborne popped a big double bicep flex, the fans around her responding with a huge roar as always. The Awesome Aussie might just have suffered a setback, being the first eliminated from the epic triple threat match back at Mayhem, but her smile was still huge and grew wider still at the sheer adulation she was receiving. Clad in her traditional turquoise fightin’ bikini and her newly-acquired gold belt and boots, Freeborne gave a big wave to the hole arena and then started down the ramp.
JUSTINE FREEBORNE
She stopped dead when Trisha’s amplified voice cut through her music. “Really? My first ever title defense and they send out a career-long loser?” The Minnesota girl’s voice was mock incredulous. “Did you already get a concussion from Harley and that Icelandic freak? This is the Intercontinental Title match, not Losers Anonymous.”
The grin hadn’t left Justine’s lips, but she beckoned to a tech who was quick to hand over a microphone of her own. “Big talk from a woman who once got knocked out three times in one match by a girl half her size. Some of us don’t feel the need to pad our records, babe. I only ever fight the best, so maybe you should step up and do the same. Unless you’re scared?”
Trisha just snorted. “I’m not scared of anyone, but especially not you. When you wake up in the ER later just remember that you brought this on yourself.” Justine walked the last few feet to the ring and hopped athletically up onto the apron, sliding through the ropes and stepping right up to the brunette with a smile still on her lips.
Trisha returns her smile, unafraid to meet Justine's gaze as the two stare each other down. Trisha drops her mic and the ref calls for the bell, starting the IC title match officially. And with that, Trisha pulls one of her favorite tricks. With Justine just in the right position, she swings her leg forward, slamming a hard knee into Freeborne's navel, bending the blonde at the waist. Belle gets the Aussie back to her feet by connecting a stylish European Uppercut that sends Justine up onto her toes, then stepping back in a daze. Trisha just smiles and lines up a big boot to drop the blonde fan favorite early. Justine is dazed, but her experience and ring awareness kicks in as she side steps Belle's boot, but Trisha keeps her momentum going, twirling into a discuss clothesline that flattens Freeborne.
Trisha looks down at the now thoroughly dazed Aussie and goes for an early pin, laying on Justine's chest, a forearm grinding into the blonde's throat with a cheap choke as she hooks the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
NOOO!
Justine kicks out with all the authority she can muster, forcing Trisha off of her firmly.
The Minnesota Mauler just laughs. "Fine. I was going to go easy on you. You want a beating, I'll be glad to give you one."
With that, Belle grabs the Aussie by the hair and drags her up, leading Justine to the corner. Even as the ref starts scolding Trisha for the hair hold, she starts slamming Freeborne's forehead into the top turnbuckle. The champ's fans start counting with each impact. "ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE!" And Belle drapes the woozy Aussie in the corner ropes so she'll stay standing, brushing a few stray blonde locks from her opponent's face as she whispers in mock sincerity, "Just remember, I gave you plenty of chances to the fall. You did this to yourself." Justine just weakly coughs and sputters as Trisha backs to the opposite corner.
The Minnesota native charges full force across the ring, looking to splash Freeborne into the turnbuckles hard, but even in her state, Justine isn't giving up. At the last second, the blonde lifts her legs up and kicks out hard, her boots meeting Trisha's chest just as she leaps toward the corner, the blonde's boots sending the champ crashing to the mat and the Aussie can't pass up the option to follow through. Freeborne springs to life and climbs the ropes and immediately jumps, soaring from the top rope to land a senton bomb on top of the downed Minnesotan's ample chest. Trisha lets out a sickening "OHMFFF" as air leaves her lungs from the impact. Justine scrambles to hook the champs leg for the pin and a chance to be the new IC champion.
ONE!
TWO!
TH...NOOO!
Justine's eyes go wide. She thought she had it! She looks at the ref incredulously. The official just points to the rope, Trisha's hand clasping the nearest bottom rope to save her belt. The Aussie nods, scrambles back to her feet and drives the toe of her boot hard into Minnesota ribs.
“Ya know babe, I’ve been champ a fair few times. Fought a whole bunch of ‘em too.” The Aussie punctuates her speech with another swift toe kick, this one hard enough to roll the recovering brunette over onto her front with a groan. “One thing they all had in common, they didn’t try’ta talk someone into quitting, they just went ahead and made em quit.”
Justine reaches down and hooks her brawny arms around the champ’s, looping them over her neck and using the half-nelson to lift her up off the mat. Trisha immediately starts bucking but lacks the e leverage to break the Powerhouse of Paraburdoo’s grip. Instead she swings one boot backwards, catching the Aussie’s ankle and earning a hiss of pain. But it isn’t enough to stop Justine, who keeps hold of her grip and bridges up and backwards into a gorgeous Half-Nelson Suplex!
The back of Trisha’s head is slammed into the mat and that nelson grip sends a hideous shudder of pain through her neck. Justine lets go of her hooks and rolls to one side. “Sue Burlingame taught me that one. She also taught me how damn much it hurts. You want to talk about me being injured girl, how’s your neck feeling right now?”
No immediate answer from the Minnesota Mauler, but she quickly rolls to all fours and up to her feet, the blonde doing the same. Justine seems to feel she has momentum, taking a few backwards steps to the ropes and using them to give a run-up as she charges forward and…
…right into Belle’s surprise Lariat. The swing catches Justine at the top of her chest and turns the big blonde inside out, somersaulting onto the mat and coughing. My neck’s fine, how’s your throat? Belle sneers mockingly, reaching down to get her prey back to vertical. Justine’s barely stopped coughing before she’s yanked around and hurled off almost faster than her wobbly legs can carry her, barely managing to turn so that her back hits the ropes.
As the Aussie is thrown back towards the center of the ring Trisha waits, arm cocked again for an even bigger lariat. But Freeborn is rightly seen as one of the more athletic specimens on the FAWN roster, and she proves this y jumping off one foot and smashing the other up into Belle’s brainbox in a hasty Single-Leg Dropkick! The sturdy brunette is thrown backwards and Justine lands a few feet away.
Justine is up immediately, scrambling over to the stunned Minnesotan. Trisha’s slower to rise and pays for it, getting squashed back down to the mat by an Australian standing leg drop. “Stay there a sec babe” Freeborn grins to Trisha’ wheezing face, clambering back to her feet and running to the nearest ropes again.
This time Justine is running under her own steam, which might be why she’s back over to the downed brunette in a trice. She throws herself into a running Senton, her back splashing down across Trisha’s gasping torso. Crushed once again under 142lbs of prime Australian meat, Belle can’t do much but lie on the mat and recover her senses.
Encouraged by the ‘OOomph’ noise her opponent just made Justine stays on top of the Minnesota Mountain and rolls over, hooking both hands under Belle’s chin. Trisha has a hand up to pull at that grip immediately, but not fast enough to stop Freeborn from hauling backwards, spreading her legs out to maximize the leverage on the Crossface.
Trisha’s neck is being yanked back at an extremely uncomfortable angle, and the referee is quick to slide in. “Want to give it up?” He asks. Belle would love to tell him to go away, but her jaw is currently being jammed shut by Justine’s hands. Instead she interrupts her attempts to pry those hands apart in order to a one finger salute to the poor man, earning a snort of laughter from her opponent.
“Don’t take it too hard mate. Belle here might look like she’s piled on a few extra pounds but she likes to pretend she’s a badass” Justine advises the slightly offended referee. “She’s probably not gonna tap out this early unless I make things really awkward, like THIS!” Freeborn illustrated her point by planting her feet and bridging back, further increasing the vicious angle on Trisha’s neck.
The effect is immediate. Belle stops prying at fingers and starts reaching out, hoping to grab hold of the ropes which look to be just a few inches too far away. “C’mon big girl, how can you call yourself a champ if you can’t even get out of a simple crossface?” Justine chides, clearly enjoying herself.
That last taunt seems to have fired Belle up a little more as she reaches back up and isolates one of the Aussie’s fingers. She gives a sharp tug, bending the trapped digit back and forcing a yelp out of Freeborn as she relinquishes one half of her grasp. But belle keeps hold, pulling that finger further and further backwards until Justine has to either let her go and roll away or risk it snapping off.
Belle is back on her feet while the Awesome Aussie is still nursing her hand. Justine looks up just in time to receive a big Minnesota boot right between the eyes, sending her rolling over backwards into a stunned heap. She’s just scrambled up to vertical when Trisha charges in again, slamming powerful Running Forearm into her tits with a vicious-sounding ‘THUD!’.
Rocked back on her heels, Justine is easy prey for the big brunette to follow up and cause more pain. Or at least she should be, but at the last second the Powerhouse of Parabudoo flicks up a toe and buries it into Belle’s onrushing breadbox. The Mountain bends forward around the unexpected strike which leaves her in perfect position for what Justine has planned next.
Bending to loop a hand around Belle’s powerful legs, Freeborn shows that awesome strength by lifting the big girl up and into a sort of loose fireman’s carry. Once her burden is shouldered she breaks half her grip, reaching down behind her to capture Belle’s neck and tuck it in tight against her left hip. She pauses just for a second to let the crowd roar approval and then drops sharply to one knee, delivering her A.R.C. Neckbreaker.
The hollow of Trisha’s neck impacts into Freeborne’s thigh with her full weight behind it. She slops out of the Aussie’s grasp onto her back and Justin dives on top of her, hooking the far leg as the referee slides in to count
ONE…
TWO...
NOOO...
Trisha rolls a shoulder up, just in time to save her belt. Justine's eyes go wide again. She isn't sure what she has to do to put the champ down. With her confidence shaken a bit, Freeborne drags the groggy Minnesota Mauler to her feet, puts Belle's head in the crook of her arm and falls back into a DDT, driving Trisha's head to the mat, laying the IC champ out in in a face down starfish position. Belle is motionless, so Justine takes a moment to compose herself, taking a few deep breaths to calm down and savor the moment. Her fans cheer throughout the arena, seeing this as the beginning of the Aussie's newest title reign and the end of Trisha's short-lived first time as champion. Justine takes another breath then rolls Belle to her back and hooks the leg, her head nodding in time to the ref's count.
ONE...
TWO...
THR-NOOOO!
Jaws drop to the floor and a collective gasp is heard as Trisha's leg snaps to the canvas and the Minneapolis native saves her belt at the last possible second. Justine is gobsmacked again, unable to believe the Minnesota Mauler has anything left but stubbornness at this point. Freeborne is frustrated now and grabs two fistfuls of Belle's hair, hauling the brunette up before Belle swings her head forward, slamming a surprise headbutt into the Aussie girl's navel.
Justine groans as air rushes from her mouth and Trisha pounces, rising to a crouched position before grabbing the challenger's hair and falling to her knees, dragging the blonde to slam her chin into Belle's skull. The Aussie staggers, then falls back in a daze to the mat. The Minnesota Mauler rises and stalks the now hurting Freeborne and just as the Australian reaches the second rope to try to get to her feet again, Belle rushes in and slams a knee into the base of Justine's skull and neck, stunning the blonde Aussie and leaving her draped over the cord. Trisha doesn't stop there.
Instead the Minnesotan grabs ahold of the top rope and places her boot on the back of Freeborne's head, grinding and pressing the blonde's throat into the middle rubber coated wire, holding it firmly, enjoying Justine's gurgled protests as the ref makes an almost half-hearted attempt to stop Trisha before he starts to count Belle's hold. And just before the ref is forced to break it up or call for a DQ, Belle gives the reeling Aussie one final stomp to the head before stepping away, hands held up, a mocking expression of "What did I do?" on her face for a short moment that melts into an smug smile as the champ is finally comfortable with how the match is going for her.
She doesn’t stay still for long though, jogging to the far ropes and springing off to return with even more momentum. As she reaches Justine’s sagging body the big Minnesotan leaves her feet and brings all 150lbs down in a big legdrop across the back of the gasping girl’s neck. Freeborne’s throat is crushed forwards into the barely covered cable, and when it springs back she’s catapulted backwards.
Trisha lands on her feet, looking pleased at the destruction caused by the combination of flesh and metal. It doesn’t look like the Aussie is up for doing much more than gasping and writing in pain, her aching larynx trying desperately to refill those lungs. But Belle doesn’t want to let that happen, reaching down to hair haul her opponent back to semi-verticality and then wrapping her arms and torso up in a breathlessly tight bear hug!
Crushing down on Australian ribs, Belle starts leaning backwards to lift her blonde captive up off the floor. There was very little air in Justine’s lungs to begin with and with her arms and chest being compressed she’s got no-chance of refilling them. I fact right now she’s able to do little more than drag in shallow, raking gasps and try to blink away the black spots impeding on her vision.
“Tap out, blondie” Belle growls threateningly. “If you pass out before you give up I’m not letting go till I’ve crushed your spine.” Freeborne believes what Trisha is saying, but her veteran instincts tell her there must be another way out.
And as the brunette lifts her higher Justine spurs into action, wrapping one free leg around the back of Belle’s calf and then driving a nasty short headbutt into the bridge of her nose. The Minnesota Mauler can’t help but reel backwards from the blow and with her legs tangled up she crashes down onto her back, popping Justine loose in the impact.
Freeborne rolls away for at least two rotations, trying to get a bit of distance so she can refill those burning lungs. She makes it back to all fours by the time Trisha has gotten over her disappointment and storms over, aiming a vicious soccer kick at Justine’s hanging head. The Aussie is too fast though, ducking back to make the bigger woman miss. And then she shows off her athleticism, hopping to a crouch and nearly taking Trisha’s noggin off with a gorgeous Leaping Superkick!
The Minnesota Mountain looked like it was about to topple, and while Trisha does manage to stay on her feet she’s stepping in postholes and her eyes look completely doolally. Justine can’t help but scowl a little when her favorite kick wasn’t able to put the big girl down, but she gets over it quickly, leaping up to hook around Belle’s head and drive her face down with a textbook Two-Handed Bulldog.
Finally toppling the Mountain, Justine takes a second to catch her breath and acknowledge the roars from her adoring fans. She keeps a close eye on Trisha though, and as the big brunette starts to look like she’s recovering Justine leaps back into action, taking two handfuls of hair and hauling her back to standing.
“You like playing in the ropes, huh big girl?” Freeborne asks, almost playfully. Trisha just growls and takes a swipe at the blonde, but it’s easily dodged and Justine responds with a kneelift to the gut, then wraps one arm over her shoulder and the other around her waist. The Awesome Aussie becomes a blur of motion, snapping her feet forwards and then bridging back with an Exploder Suplex into the corner.
Belle is driven down on her neck and shoulders, but the landing is made even more precarious because instead of just flopping onto her back she’s jammed up against the corner. Freeborne quickly makes things worse too, grabbing those stacked-up legs and tucking her feet round the top rope so Belle is caught in a Tree of Woe! “See how you like these ropes babe” Freeborne mutters, taking a few steps back to take in the view of the trapped and wriggling Mauler.
The fans and Justine might be enjoying this, but the referee can’t let it go on much longer. “Come on Justine, get her out of the corner” he chides, but after Belle’s antics earlier it doesn’t look like the Aussie is in a rush to comply. “Get her out you say cobber?” She tilts her head to one side in mock consideration. “I reckon I’ve got a much better idea.”
It’s pretty clear that whatever Justine has on her mind isn’t going to be fun for Belle, and the fans are enjoying that too. Freeborne sets off on a jog, circling along the ropes and picking up speed until she’s storming back towards the trapped Mountain in the corner. When she’s a few paces away Justine takes to the air, her boots coming together and her whole body arrowing down to THWUMP a running Dropkick into the vulnerable expanse of Trisha’s tummy.
A ‘Whoooomph’ of escaping air comes from the Minnesotan’s throat and she crunches up around the hellacious strike, the spasm just about enough to free her ankles from the captive ropes. She finally slumps to the floor, retching a little and cradling at her crushed core. Freeborne gets back to her feet, steps ONTO Trisha’s hurt stomach as she climbs over her, then scrambles to the top turnbuckle.
Audience decibel level hits a new high as the Powerhouse of Powerburdoo slowly rises to her full height with her feet balanced on the ‘buckle. Down below Trisha is still lying on her back and looking unlikely to move, so Justine raises her hands into a quick bicep flex to stoke the crowds even higher. Then she jumps up and out, tucking her knees to her elbows and opening them out again in a Frogsplash!
The FAWNattics are all but ready to put a fork in Trisha's title reign when, suddenly, Belle springs to life, opening her legs and rolling into position under Freeborne's Frog Splash. The Minnesota Mauler catches the Aussie in her legs and claps them shut tightly, Justine's head and one arm draped on top Trisha's lap and belly as the champ locks in a perfect triangle choke. Freeborne's eyes go wide, not only from the surprising pressure and impact of the counter, but also in realizing she's almost entirely exhausted from the short but intense match with Trisha and the Aussie has nowhere to go. The Minnesotan has her trapped far from any ropes and escape looks like an impossibility.
And Trisha isn't one to leave anything to chance if possible. Belle throws a few fists and forearms into Justine's vulnerable face and crown, pummeling the Aussie as she kicks and bucks in the hold. Freeborne even finds her way to her knees, but the hold leaves her awkwardly off balance and she finds she can't lift Trisha off the mat with only one free arm.
The Minnesota Mauler just keeps throwing fists to Freeborne's dome until the Aussie sinks back to the mat, still held firmly in the draining chokehold. The ref comes in to check on the blonde.
"Justine, do you want to tap?"
Freeborne just grits her teeth in frustration and lets out a grunt of anguish and frustration.
"I think you can take that as a no." Trisha says cockily. The big brunette squeezes her legs a few more times, getting a haggard moan from the Aussie. But, before Justine passes out, Belle stops, stands up, and drags the gasping, exhausted blonde up by her hair. The brunette even goes so far as to drag a thumb across her throat, signaling to the crowd what she had in store for the battered blonde.
And with that, the Minneapolis native grabs Freeborne's wrists, places her boot between the Aussie's shoulder blades, and curb stomps Justine to the mat.
The brutal impact gets a loud "AUGH!" from the Awesome Aussie and leaves the blonde a crumpled mess, face down on the canvas. Trisha grabs Justine's locks to check on her. Belle sees Freeborne's eyelids flutter as the Aussie girl struggles to stay conscious, but has no other signs of remaining in the fight. The Minnesota Mauler just tsk tsks her helpless opponent and drops her back to the mat, then goes about stripping the poor blonde. First Trisha removes the teal halter top, then the matching trunks, with no resistance shown from Freeborne. Belle leaves only Justine's pads and boots still on her as the Minneapolis girl sits down on the Aussie's upturned bare ass and scoops the helpless woman's arms up to lock in a combination Camel Clutch/Full Nelson maneuver on her barely conscious opponent.
Trisha shakes the Awesome Aussie in the hold, rocking Justine's head, neck, and arms side to side as the battered bombshell lets out a pitiful moan. "Its more than you deserve, Justine." Trisha snarkily insults the helpless girl, "You're losing this match, not with a bang, but with a whimper." And almost on cue, Trisha feels Justine's weight shift slightly, slumping as much as she can in the hold as her body finally gives out and the Aussie passes out in the hold.
Belle rocks the now lifeless girl back and forth in victory, making sure that Gladiatrix gets a good photo of her win, and the humiliating display she's made of Justine Freeborne. "Check her ref."
The official kneels next to the two, goes for Justine's hand, then realizes it won't fall to the mat in the hold, so, instead, he snaps a finger in front of Justine and lightly taps the Aussie on the cheek. "Justine? Are you still with us?"
With no response he starts the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The ref motions for the bell and the announcement makes it official.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, you're winner and STILL Intercontinental Champion... TRISHA BELLE!"
Trisha keeps Justine in the clutch for a moment longer, then slumps the poor Aussie back to the mat. Belle stands tall and lets the ref raise her hand in victory and hand her her belt. She even puts a foot on the back of Freeborne's head, "The first of many, people!" She kisses her belt and lets the roar of mixed fan reaction wash over her. Its good to be the champ.
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The entrance gets a large section of boos, but a not insignificant group shows respect to the champ with cheers and applause. Trisha is legitimately surprised, and feigns being moved by the gesture before walking down the ramp to the ring, IC belt over one shoulder and mic in hand.
The Minnesota Mauler ducks into the ring, decked out in a new outfit she's gotten made up for her new position as champ. A maroon one-piece with a neckline that dives to her navel and an unnecessary, but admittedly snazzy looking belt finished off with a new pair of white on black wrestling boots.
TRISHA BELLE:
Belle strikes a pose, giving the crowd and the Gladiatrix photographers a second to capture the new champ. Trisha then lifts the mic to her lips. "I think you all know why I'm here. Another pay-per-view, another open challenge for the belt I have draped over my shoulder." Trisha smirks as the remark gets a pop from the crowd. "Well, lets get this over with. Which one of the bitches backstage is feeling lucky enough to risk a concussion tonight?"
And with that short, cocky promo, Belle leans on the ropes closest to the ramp, mic still in hand, as she waits for the sound system to signal to her who was stupid enough to challenge her tonight.
And she didn’t have to wait long. Angus Young’s opening riff roared out of the speakers. This time the crowd’s reaction was completely unanimous, they rose to their feet as one to welcome one of their favorites, with the woman in question shimmying through the curtain and raising both hands at the same time as Brian Johnson’s first chant of ‘THUN-DER!”
THUNDERSTRUCK
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Justine Freeborne popped a big double bicep flex, the fans around her responding with a huge roar as always. The Awesome Aussie might just have suffered a setback, being the first eliminated from the epic triple threat match back at Mayhem, but her smile was still huge and grew wider still at the sheer adulation she was receiving. Clad in her traditional turquoise fightin’ bikini and her newly-acquired gold belt and boots, Freeborne gave a big wave to the hole arena and then started down the ramp.
JUSTINE FREEBORNE
She stopped dead when Trisha’s amplified voice cut through her music. “Really? My first ever title defense and they send out a career-long loser?” The Minnesota girl’s voice was mock incredulous. “Did you already get a concussion from Harley and that Icelandic freak? This is the Intercontinental Title match, not Losers Anonymous.”
The grin hadn’t left Justine’s lips, but she beckoned to a tech who was quick to hand over a microphone of her own. “Big talk from a woman who once got knocked out three times in one match by a girl half her size. Some of us don’t feel the need to pad our records, babe. I only ever fight the best, so maybe you should step up and do the same. Unless you’re scared?”
Trisha just snorted. “I’m not scared of anyone, but especially not you. When you wake up in the ER later just remember that you brought this on yourself.” Justine walked the last few feet to the ring and hopped athletically up onto the apron, sliding through the ropes and stepping right up to the brunette with a smile still on her lips.
Trisha returns her smile, unafraid to meet Justine's gaze as the two stare each other down. Trisha drops her mic and the ref calls for the bell, starting the IC title match officially. And with that, Trisha pulls one of her favorite tricks. With Justine just in the right position, she swings her leg forward, slamming a hard knee into Freeborne's navel, bending the blonde at the waist. Belle gets the Aussie back to her feet by connecting a stylish European Uppercut that sends Justine up onto her toes, then stepping back in a daze. Trisha just smiles and lines up a big boot to drop the blonde fan favorite early. Justine is dazed, but her experience and ring awareness kicks in as she side steps Belle's boot, but Trisha keeps her momentum going, twirling into a discuss clothesline that flattens Freeborne.
Trisha looks down at the now thoroughly dazed Aussie and goes for an early pin, laying on Justine's chest, a forearm grinding into the blonde's throat with a cheap choke as she hooks the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
NOOO!
Justine kicks out with all the authority she can muster, forcing Trisha off of her firmly.
The Minnesota Mauler just laughs. "Fine. I was going to go easy on you. You want a beating, I'll be glad to give you one."
With that, Belle grabs the Aussie by the hair and drags her up, leading Justine to the corner. Even as the ref starts scolding Trisha for the hair hold, she starts slamming Freeborne's forehead into the top turnbuckle. The champ's fans start counting with each impact. "ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE!" And Belle drapes the woozy Aussie in the corner ropes so she'll stay standing, brushing a few stray blonde locks from her opponent's face as she whispers in mock sincerity, "Just remember, I gave you plenty of chances to the fall. You did this to yourself." Justine just weakly coughs and sputters as Trisha backs to the opposite corner.
The Minnesota native charges full force across the ring, looking to splash Freeborne into the turnbuckles hard, but even in her state, Justine isn't giving up. At the last second, the blonde lifts her legs up and kicks out hard, her boots meeting Trisha's chest just as she leaps toward the corner, the blonde's boots sending the champ crashing to the mat and the Aussie can't pass up the option to follow through. Freeborne springs to life and climbs the ropes and immediately jumps, soaring from the top rope to land a senton bomb on top of the downed Minnesotan's ample chest. Trisha lets out a sickening "OHMFFF" as air leaves her lungs from the impact. Justine scrambles to hook the champs leg for the pin and a chance to be the new IC champion.
ONE!
TWO!
TH...NOOO!
Justine's eyes go wide. She thought she had it! She looks at the ref incredulously. The official just points to the rope, Trisha's hand clasping the nearest bottom rope to save her belt. The Aussie nods, scrambles back to her feet and drives the toe of her boot hard into Minnesota ribs.
“Ya know babe, I’ve been champ a fair few times. Fought a whole bunch of ‘em too.” The Aussie punctuates her speech with another swift toe kick, this one hard enough to roll the recovering brunette over onto her front with a groan. “One thing they all had in common, they didn’t try’ta talk someone into quitting, they just went ahead and made em quit.”
Justine reaches down and hooks her brawny arms around the champ’s, looping them over her neck and using the half-nelson to lift her up off the mat. Trisha immediately starts bucking but lacks the e leverage to break the Powerhouse of Paraburdoo’s grip. Instead she swings one boot backwards, catching the Aussie’s ankle and earning a hiss of pain. But it isn’t enough to stop Justine, who keeps hold of her grip and bridges up and backwards into a gorgeous Half-Nelson Suplex!
The back of Trisha’s head is slammed into the mat and that nelson grip sends a hideous shudder of pain through her neck. Justine lets go of her hooks and rolls to one side. “Sue Burlingame taught me that one. She also taught me how damn much it hurts. You want to talk about me being injured girl, how’s your neck feeling right now?”
No immediate answer from the Minnesota Mauler, but she quickly rolls to all fours and up to her feet, the blonde doing the same. Justine seems to feel she has momentum, taking a few backwards steps to the ropes and using them to give a run-up as she charges forward and…
…right into Belle’s surprise Lariat. The swing catches Justine at the top of her chest and turns the big blonde inside out, somersaulting onto the mat and coughing. My neck’s fine, how’s your throat? Belle sneers mockingly, reaching down to get her prey back to vertical. Justine’s barely stopped coughing before she’s yanked around and hurled off almost faster than her wobbly legs can carry her, barely managing to turn so that her back hits the ropes.
As the Aussie is thrown back towards the center of the ring Trisha waits, arm cocked again for an even bigger lariat. But Freeborn is rightly seen as one of the more athletic specimens on the FAWN roster, and she proves this y jumping off one foot and smashing the other up into Belle’s brainbox in a hasty Single-Leg Dropkick! The sturdy brunette is thrown backwards and Justine lands a few feet away.
Justine is up immediately, scrambling over to the stunned Minnesotan. Trisha’s slower to rise and pays for it, getting squashed back down to the mat by an Australian standing leg drop. “Stay there a sec babe” Freeborn grins to Trisha’ wheezing face, clambering back to her feet and running to the nearest ropes again.
This time Justine is running under her own steam, which might be why she’s back over to the downed brunette in a trice. She throws herself into a running Senton, her back splashing down across Trisha’s gasping torso. Crushed once again under 142lbs of prime Australian meat, Belle can’t do much but lie on the mat and recover her senses.
Encouraged by the ‘OOomph’ noise her opponent just made Justine stays on top of the Minnesota Mountain and rolls over, hooking both hands under Belle’s chin. Trisha has a hand up to pull at that grip immediately, but not fast enough to stop Freeborn from hauling backwards, spreading her legs out to maximize the leverage on the Crossface.
Trisha’s neck is being yanked back at an extremely uncomfortable angle, and the referee is quick to slide in. “Want to give it up?” He asks. Belle would love to tell him to go away, but her jaw is currently being jammed shut by Justine’s hands. Instead she interrupts her attempts to pry those hands apart in order to a one finger salute to the poor man, earning a snort of laughter from her opponent.
“Don’t take it too hard mate. Belle here might look like she’s piled on a few extra pounds but she likes to pretend she’s a badass” Justine advises the slightly offended referee. “She’s probably not gonna tap out this early unless I make things really awkward, like THIS!” Freeborn illustrated her point by planting her feet and bridging back, further increasing the vicious angle on Trisha’s neck.
The effect is immediate. Belle stops prying at fingers and starts reaching out, hoping to grab hold of the ropes which look to be just a few inches too far away. “C’mon big girl, how can you call yourself a champ if you can’t even get out of a simple crossface?” Justine chides, clearly enjoying herself.
That last taunt seems to have fired Belle up a little more as she reaches back up and isolates one of the Aussie’s fingers. She gives a sharp tug, bending the trapped digit back and forcing a yelp out of Freeborn as she relinquishes one half of her grasp. But belle keeps hold, pulling that finger further and further backwards until Justine has to either let her go and roll away or risk it snapping off.
Belle is back on her feet while the Awesome Aussie is still nursing her hand. Justine looks up just in time to receive a big Minnesota boot right between the eyes, sending her rolling over backwards into a stunned heap. She’s just scrambled up to vertical when Trisha charges in again, slamming powerful Running Forearm into her tits with a vicious-sounding ‘THUD!’.
Rocked back on her heels, Justine is easy prey for the big brunette to follow up and cause more pain. Or at least she should be, but at the last second the Powerhouse of Parabudoo flicks up a toe and buries it into Belle’s onrushing breadbox. The Mountain bends forward around the unexpected strike which leaves her in perfect position for what Justine has planned next.
Bending to loop a hand around Belle’s powerful legs, Freeborn shows that awesome strength by lifting the big girl up and into a sort of loose fireman’s carry. Once her burden is shouldered she breaks half her grip, reaching down behind her to capture Belle’s neck and tuck it in tight against her left hip. She pauses just for a second to let the crowd roar approval and then drops sharply to one knee, delivering her A.R.C. Neckbreaker.
The hollow of Trisha’s neck impacts into Freeborne’s thigh with her full weight behind it. She slops out of the Aussie’s grasp onto her back and Justin dives on top of her, hooking the far leg as the referee slides in to count
ONE…
TWO...
NOOO...
Trisha rolls a shoulder up, just in time to save her belt. Justine's eyes go wide again. She isn't sure what she has to do to put the champ down. With her confidence shaken a bit, Freeborne drags the groggy Minnesota Mauler to her feet, puts Belle's head in the crook of her arm and falls back into a DDT, driving Trisha's head to the mat, laying the IC champ out in in a face down starfish position. Belle is motionless, so Justine takes a moment to compose herself, taking a few deep breaths to calm down and savor the moment. Her fans cheer throughout the arena, seeing this as the beginning of the Aussie's newest title reign and the end of Trisha's short-lived first time as champion. Justine takes another breath then rolls Belle to her back and hooks the leg, her head nodding in time to the ref's count.
ONE...
TWO...
THR-NOOOO!
Jaws drop to the floor and a collective gasp is heard as Trisha's leg snaps to the canvas and the Minneapolis native saves her belt at the last possible second. Justine is gobsmacked again, unable to believe the Minnesota Mauler has anything left but stubbornness at this point. Freeborne is frustrated now and grabs two fistfuls of Belle's hair, hauling the brunette up before Belle swings her head forward, slamming a surprise headbutt into the Aussie girl's navel.
Justine groans as air rushes from her mouth and Trisha pounces, rising to a crouched position before grabbing the challenger's hair and falling to her knees, dragging the blonde to slam her chin into Belle's skull. The Aussie staggers, then falls back in a daze to the mat. The Minnesota Mauler rises and stalks the now hurting Freeborne and just as the Australian reaches the second rope to try to get to her feet again, Belle rushes in and slams a knee into the base of Justine's skull and neck, stunning the blonde Aussie and leaving her draped over the cord. Trisha doesn't stop there.
Instead the Minnesotan grabs ahold of the top rope and places her boot on the back of Freeborne's head, grinding and pressing the blonde's throat into the middle rubber coated wire, holding it firmly, enjoying Justine's gurgled protests as the ref makes an almost half-hearted attempt to stop Trisha before he starts to count Belle's hold. And just before the ref is forced to break it up or call for a DQ, Belle gives the reeling Aussie one final stomp to the head before stepping away, hands held up, a mocking expression of "What did I do?" on her face for a short moment that melts into an smug smile as the champ is finally comfortable with how the match is going for her.
She doesn’t stay still for long though, jogging to the far ropes and springing off to return with even more momentum. As she reaches Justine’s sagging body the big Minnesotan leaves her feet and brings all 150lbs down in a big legdrop across the back of the gasping girl’s neck. Freeborne’s throat is crushed forwards into the barely covered cable, and when it springs back she’s catapulted backwards.
Trisha lands on her feet, looking pleased at the destruction caused by the combination of flesh and metal. It doesn’t look like the Aussie is up for doing much more than gasping and writing in pain, her aching larynx trying desperately to refill those lungs. But Belle doesn’t want to let that happen, reaching down to hair haul her opponent back to semi-verticality and then wrapping her arms and torso up in a breathlessly tight bear hug!
Crushing down on Australian ribs, Belle starts leaning backwards to lift her blonde captive up off the floor. There was very little air in Justine’s lungs to begin with and with her arms and chest being compressed she’s got no-chance of refilling them. I fact right now she’s able to do little more than drag in shallow, raking gasps and try to blink away the black spots impeding on her vision.
“Tap out, blondie” Belle growls threateningly. “If you pass out before you give up I’m not letting go till I’ve crushed your spine.” Freeborne believes what Trisha is saying, but her veteran instincts tell her there must be another way out.
And as the brunette lifts her higher Justine spurs into action, wrapping one free leg around the back of Belle’s calf and then driving a nasty short headbutt into the bridge of her nose. The Minnesota Mauler can’t help but reel backwards from the blow and with her legs tangled up she crashes down onto her back, popping Justine loose in the impact.
Freeborne rolls away for at least two rotations, trying to get a bit of distance so she can refill those burning lungs. She makes it back to all fours by the time Trisha has gotten over her disappointment and storms over, aiming a vicious soccer kick at Justine’s hanging head. The Aussie is too fast though, ducking back to make the bigger woman miss. And then she shows off her athleticism, hopping to a crouch and nearly taking Trisha’s noggin off with a gorgeous Leaping Superkick!
The Minnesota Mountain looked like it was about to topple, and while Trisha does manage to stay on her feet she’s stepping in postholes and her eyes look completely doolally. Justine can’t help but scowl a little when her favorite kick wasn’t able to put the big girl down, but she gets over it quickly, leaping up to hook around Belle’s head and drive her face down with a textbook Two-Handed Bulldog.
Finally toppling the Mountain, Justine takes a second to catch her breath and acknowledge the roars from her adoring fans. She keeps a close eye on Trisha though, and as the big brunette starts to look like she’s recovering Justine leaps back into action, taking two handfuls of hair and hauling her back to standing.
“You like playing in the ropes, huh big girl?” Freeborne asks, almost playfully. Trisha just growls and takes a swipe at the blonde, but it’s easily dodged and Justine responds with a kneelift to the gut, then wraps one arm over her shoulder and the other around her waist. The Awesome Aussie becomes a blur of motion, snapping her feet forwards and then bridging back with an Exploder Suplex into the corner.
Belle is driven down on her neck and shoulders, but the landing is made even more precarious because instead of just flopping onto her back she’s jammed up against the corner. Freeborne quickly makes things worse too, grabbing those stacked-up legs and tucking her feet round the top rope so Belle is caught in a Tree of Woe! “See how you like these ropes babe” Freeborne mutters, taking a few steps back to take in the view of the trapped and wriggling Mauler.
The fans and Justine might be enjoying this, but the referee can’t let it go on much longer. “Come on Justine, get her out of the corner” he chides, but after Belle’s antics earlier it doesn’t look like the Aussie is in a rush to comply. “Get her out you say cobber?” She tilts her head to one side in mock consideration. “I reckon I’ve got a much better idea.”
It’s pretty clear that whatever Justine has on her mind isn’t going to be fun for Belle, and the fans are enjoying that too. Freeborne sets off on a jog, circling along the ropes and picking up speed until she’s storming back towards the trapped Mountain in the corner. When she’s a few paces away Justine takes to the air, her boots coming together and her whole body arrowing down to THWUMP a running Dropkick into the vulnerable expanse of Trisha’s tummy.
A ‘Whoooomph’ of escaping air comes from the Minnesotan’s throat and she crunches up around the hellacious strike, the spasm just about enough to free her ankles from the captive ropes. She finally slumps to the floor, retching a little and cradling at her crushed core. Freeborne gets back to her feet, steps ONTO Trisha’s hurt stomach as she climbs over her, then scrambles to the top turnbuckle.
Audience decibel level hits a new high as the Powerhouse of Powerburdoo slowly rises to her full height with her feet balanced on the ‘buckle. Down below Trisha is still lying on her back and looking unlikely to move, so Justine raises her hands into a quick bicep flex to stoke the crowds even higher. Then she jumps up and out, tucking her knees to her elbows and opening them out again in a Frogsplash!
The FAWNattics are all but ready to put a fork in Trisha's title reign when, suddenly, Belle springs to life, opening her legs and rolling into position under Freeborne's Frog Splash. The Minnesota Mauler catches the Aussie in her legs and claps them shut tightly, Justine's head and one arm draped on top Trisha's lap and belly as the champ locks in a perfect triangle choke. Freeborne's eyes go wide, not only from the surprising pressure and impact of the counter, but also in realizing she's almost entirely exhausted from the short but intense match with Trisha and the Aussie has nowhere to go. The Minnesotan has her trapped far from any ropes and escape looks like an impossibility.
And Trisha isn't one to leave anything to chance if possible. Belle throws a few fists and forearms into Justine's vulnerable face and crown, pummeling the Aussie as she kicks and bucks in the hold. Freeborne even finds her way to her knees, but the hold leaves her awkwardly off balance and she finds she can't lift Trisha off the mat with only one free arm.
The Minnesota Mauler just keeps throwing fists to Freeborne's dome until the Aussie sinks back to the mat, still held firmly in the draining chokehold. The ref comes in to check on the blonde.
"Justine, do you want to tap?"
Freeborne just grits her teeth in frustration and lets out a grunt of anguish and frustration.
"I think you can take that as a no." Trisha says cockily. The big brunette squeezes her legs a few more times, getting a haggard moan from the Aussie. But, before Justine passes out, Belle stops, stands up, and drags the gasping, exhausted blonde up by her hair. The brunette even goes so far as to drag a thumb across her throat, signaling to the crowd what she had in store for the battered blonde.
And with that, the Minneapolis native grabs Freeborne's wrists, places her boot between the Aussie's shoulder blades, and curb stomps Justine to the mat.
The brutal impact gets a loud "AUGH!" from the Awesome Aussie and leaves the blonde a crumpled mess, face down on the canvas. Trisha grabs Justine's locks to check on her. Belle sees Freeborne's eyelids flutter as the Aussie girl struggles to stay conscious, but has no other signs of remaining in the fight. The Minnesota Mauler just tsk tsks her helpless opponent and drops her back to the mat, then goes about stripping the poor blonde. First Trisha removes the teal halter top, then the matching trunks, with no resistance shown from Freeborne. Belle leaves only Justine's pads and boots still on her as the Minneapolis girl sits down on the Aussie's upturned bare ass and scoops the helpless woman's arms up to lock in a combination Camel Clutch/Full Nelson maneuver on her barely conscious opponent.
Trisha shakes the Awesome Aussie in the hold, rocking Justine's head, neck, and arms side to side as the battered bombshell lets out a pitiful moan. "Its more than you deserve, Justine." Trisha snarkily insults the helpless girl, "You're losing this match, not with a bang, but with a whimper." And almost on cue, Trisha feels Justine's weight shift slightly, slumping as much as she can in the hold as her body finally gives out and the Aussie passes out in the hold.
Belle rocks the now lifeless girl back and forth in victory, making sure that Gladiatrix gets a good photo of her win, and the humiliating display she's made of Justine Freeborne. "Check her ref."
The official kneels next to the two, goes for Justine's hand, then realizes it won't fall to the mat in the hold, so, instead, he snaps a finger in front of Justine and lightly taps the Aussie on the cheek. "Justine? Are you still with us?"
With no response he starts the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The ref motions for the bell and the announcement makes it official.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, you're winner and STILL Intercontinental Champion... TRISHA BELLE!"
Trisha keeps Justine in the clutch for a moment longer, then slumps the poor Aussie back to the mat. Belle stands tall and lets the ref raise her hand in victory and hand her her belt. She even puts a foot on the back of Freeborne's head, "The first of many, people!" She kisses her belt and lets the roar of mixed fan reaction wash over her. Its good to be the champ.