Post by bigfan on Feb 5, 2018 21:21:38 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer declares, “your following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 20-minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Reading, Berkshire in the United Kingdom. She stands five feet five inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and twenty-three pounds. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to… HOOONNNEEEYYY HAAARRRRRRIIISSS!!!!!”
HONEY HARRIS:
“BEST YOU EVER”:
As the first chords of Michelle Branch’s “Best You Ever” begin to pulse over the sound system, Honey grabs the edges of the curtain on both sides and BURSTS through onto the stage, making her first appearance in the FAWN Arena in quite some time. The young, blonde British spitfire skips to a halt on one foot, her left knee raised as she pumps her right fist to the crowd. “C’MON, LET’S GO!!!!!” Harris bellows, a bright smile gracing her youthful features… but in her eyes flash the tiniest flickers of doubt. After all, cheering a winner was easy. The Briton’s last match had seen her taste defeat for the first time in FAWN. She had turned in a valiant showing, certainly, but nevertheless has not been victorious…
But the FAWNatics’ enthusiasm for her sounds no different tonight.
Honey makes her way toward the ring at a brisk pace, but not going so fast that she bypasses slapping any offered hand or occasionally pausing for an embrace. The closer she gets to the ring, the louder it seems that the crowd cheers, as they gain more of an opportunity to take her in. The FAWN rookie’s well-shaped legs are bared, a hint of gold bikini style bottoms (with black trim) just visible beneath the hem a gold tee. Upon the front read the words “SWEET AS” in black type, directly above an illustration of a pot of honey. On the back, below the words “BUT WITH A” is a cartoon bee abdomen—complete with stinger.
Harris practically skips up the ring steps, that smile never leaving her features as she wipes her boots on the skirt of the apron. Honey slips through the ropes and mounts the second rope, tapping her fist to her heart twice before blowing a kiss to the full house. Maintaining her perch, the blonde’s hands move to the hem of her shirt, which she peels overhead to reveal a bikini top with matches her black trimmed gold shorts. Balling the garment in her right hand, the Brit cocks her arm and scans the crowd—a gesture which brings a few FAWNatics hands rising in anticipation. Choosing a lucky fan, Harris sends the shirt flying into the masses.
The FAWNatics let loose with more thunderous cheers for the chipper blue chipper, but their exuberance takes a hit when it is interrupted by the unmistakable sounds of Megadeth’s “Crush ‘Em”…
”CRUSH ‘EM:
Shortly thereafter, a fireplug blonde pushes through the curtain. And as smoke bellows out around her and pyro goes off at random spots on the stage, the crowd recognizes this woman as a member of the Dangerous Dunbar Dynasty. Dana’s scowl might as well have been chiseled onto her face, the blonde sneering at the FAWNatics and glares at the fan holding a sign that reads, “I WANT HONEY!”. Dana is clad in a silver-gray halter top with black booty shorts, black wrist tape and black knee pads that have leg sleeves running down to black boots.
Partway through her journey down the ramp, the announcer commences his duties. “And introducing her opponent… She hails from San Diego, California… Standing five feet two inches tall and weighing in this evening at one hundred and twelve pounds. Ladies and gentlemen, this… is… DAAANNNAAA DUUUNNNBBBAAARRR!!!!!”
DANA DUNBAR:
Dana doesn’t reach for any of the hands that extend her way. She even weaves her way to the squared circle so as to avoid letting any of Orlando’s lumpy freaks touch her. Unlike her older sister Donna, Dana Dunbar is quiet as she heads to the steps and climbs onto the ring apron. The blonde sneers at the crowd for a moment before slipping into the ring. As soon as she is inside the ropes, Dunbar charges across the ring, hits the far ropes and bounds back. Dana completes two circuits, then stops dead center and raises her fists to the rafters. Her music still playing as she points over to the young girl in the ring with her and mouths, “CRUSH ‘EM!”
Finally cracking a smile as the boos rain down, Dana backs into her corner and lets the ref check her pads, having nothing to hide. The youngest Dunbar hasn’t had the best record on Pay Per Views, but she’s always entertaining and her tactics usually lead to very FAWNtastic matches. Her opponent tonight couldn’t be much more different, but the clash of contrasts always had a way of exciting the Orlando faithful. Dana cups her breasts, giving them an adjustment—no doubt pointedly for the woman across the ring from her—as the official calls for the bell.
Both women make their way toward the center of the ring in a circuitous fashion, which is hardly a surprising start to a FAWN contest. What DOES come as a surprise, however, is when the smaller American blonde extends her hand for Honey to shake. To a soul, the FAWNatics are skeptical, and the British blonde herself is conflicted, torn between her opponent’s reputation and Honey’s suspicions, and her natural desire to give someone who had never done anything to her to this point to warrant that reputation the benefit of the doubt…
… and that moment’s worth of hesitation is all Dana needs. Her other hand lashes out, nails bared and raking across Honey’s eyes before the British import can react. Harris lets out a high-pitched cry as she wheels away, one hand flying up to her face to rub away the sting, her other arm swiping out in front of her in an effort to blindly fend her attacker…
Instead, she effectively offers that arm to Dana instead, the youngest of the Dunbar clan clamping onto Harris’ wrist and executing a flawless arm wringer. Unfortunately for the British blonde, she barely has time to register the ache in her shoulder before her American counterpart peppers her chest with a couple of swift, punishing kicks.
With her foe still trying to blink some vision back into her eyes, Dana lines the British import up with the far corner and whips her in, Honey’s sight returning just enough to allow her to judge when to turn her back into the collision with the buckles…
“OOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”
At almost the same instant that her spine impacts with the turnbuckles, Harris’ belly is impaled by a brutal running kneelift from Dana Dunbar, Honey’s eyes bulged and cheeks puffed as she starts to fold across her foe’s thigh. Donna’s little (and arguably meaner) sister plunges a hand into the British beauty’s golden mane, turning Harris’ face toward the ropes before pushing down, again targeting Honey’s eyes by pressing her eyes down against the rubber coated steel of the top rope…
Bearing down with much of her weight, Dana walks her opponent out of the corner along the ropes, Honey crying out in agony thanks to her savaged peepers. Stopping about midway between ringposts, Dunbar turns her foe so that her back presses against the cables, Harris’ arms spilling over the top rope as the smaller blonde brings her palm to the Brit’s chin, pushing up and forcing Honey’s head back, the foreign import groaning from the strain placed on her neck. Turning toward the official, Dana reaches out her free hand and, much to the zebra’s surprise, her fingers pinch the bridge of his glasses! Lifting them from his head, she muses, “Think I might need these to find my targets…”
Slipping his glasses onto her face, Dana then gives her palm a long lick, before BLASTING Harris’ chest with an open-handed slap. Honey lets out an anguished yelp, her right foot lifting off the mat reflexively from the blow, the echo of which seems to hang in the air for a couple of seconds after it was over. Smirking, Dunbar removes and returns those pilfered glasses to the ref, then grabs hold of the Brit’s wrist and sends her off for the ride. The curvy blonde bully follows her foe a couple of steps out toward the center of the ring, but that’s when Honey catches her by surprise…
Diving into a handstand before she reaches her destination, the British blonde rocks back, letting the top rope propel her back toward Dana when her calves meet the cable. Flipping through the air back toward her foe, Harris’ boots touch down on the canvas for just a moment before she is once again airborne, this time launching a back flip—and catching the crown of Dana’s skull with her signature Handspring Pele Kick!
HANDSPRING PELE KICK:
The impressive display of acrobatics earns a raucous round of applause from the FAWNatics, as well as putting Dana Dunbar flat on her back. But it doesn’t put the curvy blonde down for long. Dana scrambles to her feet quickly, but not quickly enough, as Honey is already back to verticality—and then back to the heavens, leaping into the air and pistoning her boots into the youngest Dunbar’s chest. The dropkick sends Dana crashing down a second time, but again she’s up quickly.
And again, Honey is waiting for her, launching and connecting with a second dropkick, Dana’s bosom again providing a welcoming target.
To her credit, Dana manages to will herself up to her feet fairly quickly—though not, it must but noted, as swiftly as the previous two instances. And it should come as little surprise that the British blonde is ready to execute one more dropkick. But just as Harris STARTS to jump, Dunbar goes down to the mat again—this time of her own accord, plopping back on her ass in an almost comical fall. Fortunately for the young Brit, she catches sight of Dana’s descent quick enough to change her plans, Honey’s boots only lifting a couple of inches off the mat before her shift of her weight brings her back down. And as one blonde touches down, the other buttscoots back toward the near corner, hands raised, looking for a timeout.
“C’mon, Dana…” the official sighs, well aware of the axiom that there are no timeouts in wrestling. But to his surprise, and certainly to Dunbar’s, Honey DOESN’T march into the corner after her. Instead, the bigger blonde settles into a slight crouch as she watches the curvy Cali catfighter. “In your own time,” Harris grins, making it clear that she has EVERY intention of allowing her opponent as much of an opportunity as she wants to regroup.
Honey, no doubt, meant it as an expression of sportswomanship. Dana interprets it in quite another way, as an attempt to show her up, and the Cali blonde’s face portrays her offense as she pulls herself up. “You’re gonna regret that, Mary Poppins,” Dunbar the younger snarls once she is back on her feet, and she marches out of her corner to tie up with Honey mid-ring.
Dana manages to hold her own against the taller, heavier blonde for several seconds, but gradually, Harris forces her foe into a backpedal, Dunbar’s retreat taking her back to the very corner she had just left. “Alright, Honey,” the ref begins, “break the…”
He doesn’t even have the chance to finish his sentence before Harris steps backs, hands raised.
Ever more incensed, Dana stomps out of the corner, once again locking up with her adversary… to equivalent results, Honey overcoming an initial stalemate to walk her smaller foe back into the corner. The official doesn’t even bother saying anything this time, Harris breaking the hold of her own according and stepping back. Only as the Brit’s hands begin to rise, DANA’S hand thrusts forward, talons bared to rake across her opponent’s eyes a second time…
… but Honey intercepts that hand, sweeping Dunbar’s arm away before her claws can do any damage.
“Fool me once,” Harris chides her, taking another step back toward mid-ring.
Dana follows with a step of her own, planting that foot and launching a kick toward the Brit’s midsection. But Honey again intercepts, holding that boot out in front of her before tossing the gam away. As she does, though, the bigger blonde drops down, threading an arm through Dunbar’s thighs and rolling her to the mat. Rather than go for any pin, however, Honey pops back to her feet, holding one of the curvaceous blonde’s ankles with both hands. Stepping over and spinning around that stem, Harris forces that leg bent as she falls to the mat. And once she gathers Dana’s other leg, the figure four is promptly locked in.
“Shame on you.”
SCHOOLBOY FIGURE FOUR:
Dunbar vaults up to a seated position with a cry of torment, but fortunately for her, ring positioning in this instance in on the American’s side. As she drops back to her back, Dana reaches both arms above her head, her fingers claiming the bottom rope with a white-knuckle grip. The referee orders a break, and while Honey attempts to answer the demand promptly, this time it takes her until the count of “TWO!” to get her gams untangled from her opponent’s.
As Dunbar continues to cling to the ropes, her cheeks start to take on a crimson hue, her anger at being cast in the role of unwilling foil in Honey’s technical wrestling clinic growing by the second—especially as the crowd starts a chant of “HUN-NEY! HUN-NEY!”, that chant’s namesake bobbing her head along with it while sporting a bright smile. Fuming, Dana shoots to her feet and surges toward her opponent. This time, there’s no stalemate, neither is their any imposed march toward a set of buckles…
… instead, Harris promptly maneuvers her foe into a painful hammerlock.
Grimacing, Dana free hand reaches over her shoulder, fingers seeking out Honey’s tresses. But Harris anticipates the short cut, and swings her head to over her adversary’s OTHER shoulder. However, lest anyone thinks that the youngest Dunbar is just a pretty face and a fleshy rack, she uses the momentum of Honey’s own shift in weight to help her slip out of the hammerlock, and to reverse it into one of her own. The curvy bully attempts to nuzzle in against the Brit’s back, hopeful of being able to turn her lack of stature into an advantage by minimizing the area that Harris can strike back at. But Honey still manages to catch her with a couple of back elbows, the second one rocking Dana enough to break the hold.
Taking Dunbar by the wrist, Honey sets her feet and starts to whip her opponent into the far corner, only for Dana to shake off the cobwebs from those elbows and reverse the whip. As she charges in after the bigger blonde, however, Harris demonstrates that, just as she’s had for the last couple of minutes, she has an answer for whatever the Cali catfighter might be able to think up. Rather than turn into any collision, the British blonde hops onto the middle buckle, then launches herself backward. When Honey’s bum lands against Dunbar’s belly, Dana instinctively brings her arms around her opponent’s waist, and Harris’ legs sweep around her midsection. As her upper body drops toward the mat, Honey brings her hands down to catch her, ready to push up and administer her Honeycomb Facebuster…
HONEYCOMB FACEBUSTER:
… but that’s when Dana Dunbar proves to have the ultimate answer! As Honey’s upper body sweeps downward, the American blonde surprises her by stepping forward, trapping the Brit’s arms behind her legs as she holds Harris upside down. Not only is she denied the leverage to push up complete her Honeycomb Facebuster, she is left powerless to prevent Dana from jumping into the air and dropping to her knees, Dunbar bringing her ass CRASHING down onto Honey’s chest in an improvised but DEVASTATING kneeling wheelbarrow driver. Feeling the hot gust of breath against her lower back as the wind is violently driven out of her opponent, Dana keeps Honey’s legs captured under her arms, the British blonde matchbooked for the…
KNEELING WHEELBARROW DRIVER:
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Harris manages to buck loose, though after she dislodges Dana, she can only crumple to her side, wheezing and fighting to reclaim some air….
… which tells Dana EXACTLY what to do next.
Pushing up to her knees, Dunbar pulls the breathless blonde up to bootleather, positioning her foe so that Honey’s left flank is facing her. She then slips her left arm underneath Honey’s left wing, the smaller blonde’s hand pressing tight against Harris’ neck. Her right hand then claims possession of the British beauty’s left thigh. Dana then demonstrates some strength, powering the bigger blonde into the air, so that she can drop to one knee and DRIVE Honey down, stomach first, across the posted joint. Dunbar’s right hand releases her foe’s gam as she rises up, but her left arm remains locked underneath Honey’s, allowing her to lift the gasping, mewling Brit up with her as she does so.
Once on her feet again, Dunbar captures Harris’ left thigh a second time, before once again genuflecting, her knee BLASTING into Honey’s vulnerable navel. Only after the third set does Dana release her prey, allowing the gutted blonde to tumble to the canvas, Harris’ eyes screwed shut as she curls into a tight, fetal ball.
GUTBUSTERS:
In firm control now, the youngest Dunbar takes her time in pushing to her feet and sauntering over to helpless Harris. As the Cali blonde claims a helping of hair, Honey utters a decidedly moist-sounding cough as Dana pulls her up. “Your ass BETTER not ralph on me,” the curvaceous bully scowls, before roughly STUFFING the Brit’s head under her left arm. Grabbing a handful of waistband, Dunbar pops her hips and takes Harris up and over, driving her foe’s spine into the mat with a swift and vicious snap suplex.
SNAP SUPLEX:
Rolling the British import to her back, Dunbar roughly palms Honey’s breasts as she pushes her down for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Honey kicks out from underneath Dunbar.
Harris struggles to sit up, but it’s readily apparent that the British beauty is still experiencing tremendous difficulties in catching her breath while Dana kneewalks up behind her. Yanking Honey up to her knees with a handful of hair, the curvaceous catfighter spins her opponent to face her. And then, she does Harris’ efforts to replenish her lungs no favors when she SHOVES the taller blonde’s face against her bosom! Giving her foe’s noggin repeated leftward and rightward tugs, Dunbar swivels her hips, which in term sets her rack a-jiggle underneath her silver-gray halter, Honey blanching at this Taste of Things to Come.
Harris sucks down a LOUD gasp for air when Dana finally pushes her away, forcefully enough that the battered Britton is spun away from her attacker. Though it quickly becomes apparent that this, too, is by Dunbar’s design as she crawls up behind her adversary. Digging her nails into the meat of Honey’s shoulders, she sloooooooowly and FORCEFULLY draws those claws down the British blonde’s back. Harris scampers forward at increasing speed, still on her knees, screaming out, “GYYYYAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!! SUUUUUNNNNNNOOOOOVVVVVVAAAAABBBIIIIIIZZZZZZZZZKKKIIIIIITTTTEEEEAAAAATTTTTEEERRRRR!!!!!!”
“And where do you think YOU’RE going, bytchface?” Dana snaps, climbing to her feet and snatching two helpings of hair. With Honey still on her knees, Dunbar turns her around, THRUSTING the Brit’s head between her stems and clamping down with a tight standing headscissors. Then, leaning forward, the blonde bully’s fingers invade the legholes of Honey’s gold bottoms. Tightening her grip, Dunbar PULLS upward, forcing more and more of the fabric to disappear between Harris’ cheeks by the millisecond. The increasingly inflammation of her undercarriage spurs the Brit from her knees to her tiptoes, which in turn assists Dana in muscling her cargo aloft. The Cali catfighter then drops to her ass, SPIKING Honey’s skull with her Wedgie Driver. Dunbar spreads her legs clearing a path for Harris to crash down between them like a chopped down tree, the British import left twitching, completely oblivious to the amount of quiver her bared buttocks are treating the FAWNatics to.
Rolling her foe over, Dana climbs up until her knees rest opposite each of Honey’s ears. Leaning forward, the youngest Dunbar again plants her palms atop the Brit’s breasts, scoring the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Harris jerks a shoulder up.
“Seriously?” Dana asked, picking herself off the deck before peeling Honey up as well. “I thought you Brits were famous for throwing in the towel…?”
Despite the Wedgie Driver having left her momentarily uncertain of where she might be, Harris still had the presence of mind to shake her head, however weakly. “You’re… you’re thinking of the FreeeEEENNNNNUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!”
Before Honey can finish formulating her answer, Dunbar’s arms slip around her waists, the Cali blonde’s two hands forming one fist, that then MASHES up into the British import’s navel as she applies the reverse bearhug. As Harris’ hands pry at her opponent’s restraints, Dana leans in, her imposing breasts meeting Honey’s shoulderblades. “You REALLY didn’t think I knew that was the French?” she whispers into her foe’s ear. “And they call us Dunbar’s dumb…”
“What do you say, Honey?” asks the referee. “Had enough?”
The bigger blonde shakes her head. “Noooooo,” she manages to gasp, then tries to more forcefully repeat, “NuuuUUUUHHHHAAAAAHHHHHHHSSSSSHHHHHAAAAZZZZZBBBBAAAAATTTTTT!!!!!!”
Displeased with the lack of a surrender, Dana screws her vice tighter.
Determining that she had little chance of forcing open Dunbar’s arms, Harris shifts to Plan B. Cocking her right elbow, she swings her arm back and up, and manages to catch Dana around the ear. But while it loosens her opponent’s embrace, the elbow shot doesn’t break it entirely. And so, Honey cocks her LEFT elbow and fires back, with that one finding the mark of Dunbar’s ear…
… and again, the blow LOOSENS the bearhug, but doesn’t earn the Brit her freedom.
Still, the FAWNatics can see the slack in Dana’s arms, and Honey can certainly FEEL it. And, fueled by the rising cheers of the crowd, Harris keeps sweeping her elbows up and back, left and right, landing another four shots before the curvy Cali catfighter’s arms fall away. Harris takes a faltering half step forward, her chest staining against her top with each breath, very nearly losing her balance. But she quickly manages to right herself, and takes a full stride toward the ropes…
… when Dana’s hand slips into the waistband of her briefs.
Dunbar gives the garment a rough tug, exacerbating the British blonde’s wedgie as she reels Honey back into a SAVAGE forearm shot to the kidneys. Harris chokes back a sob as the punch drops to her knees, but Dana pulls her back up by the elastic. Grabbing hold of her opponent’s wrist, the smaller blonde sends Honey sprinting into the ropes. As Harris shoots back toward her, Dunbar raises her arm for a clothesline, but the British import retains the wherewithal to duck the intended scythe, and to carry on toward the far ropes…
Dana wheels around as Honey again comes back to her, but this time, the bigger blonde GRABS Dana’s left arm and jumps up, wrapping herself around the Cali catfighter’s back, before slipping over Dunbar’s right shoulder. Again, on pure reflex, Dana’s arms come up to catch her foe around the waist, while Harris’ stems slip around the American’s midsection. Only this time, Honey has the advantage of her opponent being slightly off-balance at the start of this exchange, which allows the Brit’s hands to meet the canvas, and to rocket her upper body back into the air. Whipping around on her ascent, Honey’s belly drops across Dana’s shoulder, and her right arm wraps around Dunbar’s neck. Harris then kicks her boots toward the rafters, falling to her back and DRILLING Dana’s skull into the thinly padded plywood with a tilt-a-whirl wheelbarrow tornado DDT that few watching could QUITE believe that they had actually witnessed.
TILT-A-WHIRL WHEELBARROW TORNADO DDT:
While the maneuver might have buggered belief, sadly from the FAWNatics’ perspective, its aftermath is far, FAR easier to understand. For while Dana Dunbar is left in a splattered starfish, blinking unfocused eyes up at the overhead lights, Honey Harris lays equally motionless, on her stomach, arms and legs akimbo—and, for the moment, unable to capitalize on her escape from danger. Again, the crowd begins to chant, “HUN-NEY! HUN-NEY! HUN-NEY!”
… and, after about three seconds, the British beauty begins to stir.
Mewling weekly, the sweat-drenched blonde attempts to snakecrawl her way to her adversary, the audience IMPLORING her to get there faster. Harris finally reaches her destination, collapsing in a spent heap atop Dana’s heaving chest, the Brit too spent to reach and hook a leg…
ONE…
TWO…
THREENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dana gets a shoulder up.
And for a couple of seconds after, that tableau holds: Harris draped across Dunbar’s torso, with the buxom blonde keeping a balled fist raised aloft. Eventually, though, Dana worms her way out from underneath Honey, the Cali catfighter reaches for the ropes to pull herself up while Honey’s fingers absently reach to extract her briefs from between her cheeks.
That fleeting gesture toward restoring her modesty gives Dunbar the edge she needs to reclaim the advantage as she stumbles to her foe, hairhauling the seemingly exhausted Briton off the canvas. Ready to inflict some more punishment, Dana whips her foe toward the far corner, immediately racing in after her—presumably intending to crush the remaining fight out of the FAWN newcomer as she lowers a shoulder. But instead, Harris jumps onto the bottom rope before claiming the top rope with both hands, one on either side of the buckle, and kicks her legs high, lifting herself into she is parallel to the mat below—and until she provides plenty of room for Dana Dunbar to pass underneath her.
Thankfully for Dana, the buxom blonde manages to apply the brakes before her shoulder slams into the ringpost. But every silver lining has its cloud, not that the FAWNatics seem to mind when Honey drops her knees onto Dunbar’s back and reaches to claim her foe’s shoulders. Throwing her weight into full reverse, the British beauty RIPS Dana from her moorings, and returns the favor for Dunbar’s earlier offensives by VIOLENTLY expelling the oxygen from her lungs with a corner slingshot lungblower.
CORNER SLINGSHOT LUNGBLOWER:
Dana flips away from Honey’s knees, tumbling to her knees and landing there for just a moment, swaying in the breeze before pitching forward to rest. And again, as with moments before, Harris falls still, only this time she completes the role reversal with her opponent by being the one staring up at the rafters. And then, moments after another chant of “HUN-NEY! HUN-NEY!” starts filling the air, the British blonde draws her knees up toward her chest, and then KIPS UP, the FAWN rookie bringing the FAWNatics to their feet with her!
Drawing on their love and support for strength, Harris pushes the aches, the pains, and the fatigue out of her mind as she lumbers over toward Dana, who has just begun making her way up to all fours. Assisting her the rest of the way to her feet, Honey tries her hand at what Dunbar had just attempted, sending the curvy blonde sprinting toward the far buckles. And, like Dana, Honey follows her opponent in, only SHE does so with a stunning, acrobatic tumbling run…
… and, unlike Honey, Dana fails to evade the back elbow that BLASTS into her chest.
HANDSPRING BACK ELBOW:
Dunbar’s legs shimmy and shake, then give way entirely, sending the blonde bully crashing to a seat in the corner… which immediately puts ONE thing on the fans minds, their roar of anticipation growing almost deafening as Honey raises a quizzical eyebrow. “YEAH?” she asks, retreating to the opposite corner. And when no one responds in the negative, Harris raises an index finger, circling it in the air before RACING back toward the fallen blonde. Taking flight just a few feet out, the British beauty brings her taut caboose SLAMMING down atop Dana’s vaunted chest—and once she claims hold of the top rope, Honey lifts herself up to drop the hammer again, and again, and AGAIN, each impact pancaking that imposing rack, while at the same time Dunbar finds herself getting about as acquainted with the Brit’s nether regions as humanly possible without the absence of clothing.
Ending the barrage at a baker’s dozen, Harris dismounts her thoroughly busted, used up bronco and springs back to her feet. Pulling a woozy Dunbar back to at least a passable facsimile of verticality, Honey then pivots and brings Dana out of the corner with a snap mare. She then sinks into a crouch, encouraging Dunbar to pick herself up again with a wave of her hand, only this time without any assistance from the British import. It’s only a few moments before the youngest Dunbar starts to comply, at which point Harris charges out of the corner. With Dana still doubled over, the taller blonde locks an arm around her neck and then launches herself into a high-flying flip that RIPS Dunbar’s boots clear of the mat. When gravity then pulls both women back down to earth, Honey’s Reading Destroyer PLANTS the crown of her skull into the canvas, Honey quickly scissoring Dana’s left leg between her thighs while reaching her free arm to hook the smaller blonde’s right leg…
READING DESTROYER:
ONE…
TWO…
THREENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Improbably, Dana manages to buck free.
Honey doesn’t allow herself the luxury of being discouraged. Rolling clear of Dunbar’s wreckage, the bigger blonde heads back to the corner she had just departed, turning her back to the buckles as she mounts the middle rope. This time, she beckons Dana to rise with BOTH hands… and again, after a few moments, whether aware of the encouragement or not, the curvy bully does just that. Barely managing to keep her balance, Dunbar swivels toward the corner…
… and Honey leaps from her perch, drawing up her knees and SLAMMING them into Dana’s chest before letting the weight of her Honey to the B ride Dunbar all the way to the mat.
HONEY TO THE B:
As Dunbar hits the decks, spasming to a rest, Harris dives into a forward roll that brings her to the ropes. And then, rather than rise, the British blonde tumbles out onto the apron. Giving the top turnbuckle a quick slap, she calls to the crowd, “THIS ONE’S OVER, YEAH???”
“YEAH!!!” the FAWNatics shout back, in full-throated enthusiasm.
Climbing her way to the top turnbuckle, Honey draws in a deep breath as she steadies herself. But then she EXPLODES toward the rafters. Drawing her knees toward her chest, Honey’s hands slip behind her thighs as her body rotates a full 630 degrees through the air, until her back CRASHES down across Dana’s chest. Honey’s momentum carries the Brit to her feet for an instant, but she immediately turns and drops across Dunbar’s midsection, gathering up and cradling both legs as the ref slaps off the…
READING RAINBOW:
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As the bell tolls, Honey rolls off her leveled adversary, her body succumbing just a bit to the ravages of this contest as the adrenaline rush begins to subside. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer declares, as the referee gives the victorious blonde a helping hand to her feet, “your winner, via pinfall… HOOONNNEEEYYY HAAARRRRRRIIISSS!!!!!”
As the cheers of the crowd wash over her, Honey beams, pleased with getting the taste of her previous match in the FAWN Arena out of her mouth. When the official lowers her arm, she brings both her hands to her lips, blowing a kiss to the crowd. And as the ref drops to one knee to check on the vanquished and only barely stirring Dunbar, Harris staggers toward the ropes, ready to indulge in a nice, long, therapeutic soak.