Post by therjdt on Apr 9, 2018 20:18:44 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first, hailing from Darlington, South Carolina... She stands at five feet nine inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and forty-nine pounds. Accompanied to the ring by Laura Diamond…She is the Southern Speed Demon, the Asphalt Angel, ladies and gentlemen, she is... MEGGERZ FLETCHER!”
Once Judas Priest’s ‘Turbo Lover’ kicked into high gear, the curtains were pushed open--and an already loud crowd goes absolutely boisterous as the gorgeous greasemonkey pushed though. Behind her was her tag partner Laura Diamond, the Road Rager looking slightly the worse for wear with a bruised eye andn strapping on her ribs but pumping fists and looking as happy to be there as ever.
MEGGERZ FLETCHER
LAURA DIAMOND
Fletcher, on the other hand, showed no signs of wear and tear. The blonde looked as big and imposing as always, and everyone of her impressive curves was tightly hugged by a grease-blotched white tank and black hot plants that would be a challenge for any heel to pull on during a cover. Like her top, there are also two black smudges on her face--one under each eye. Presumably, the red do-rag covering some of her hair had shielded her locks from a similar fate.
Missing tonight, at least initially, was the broad beaming smile she usually wore, replaced with a businesslike scowl at the thought of dealing with the menace of FlC. But she still showed the front row faithful plenty of love, slapping hands and posing for a few selfies. Diamond made up for her partner’s determination with double the enthusiasm. Once Fletcher’s lap was complete she had a few last reassuring words with Diamond, shared a quick high five, then headed up the steps and slipped through the ropes. Once in the ring she turned toward the nearest corner, jumping up onto the middle buckle and thrusting both arms high overhead to one more, mighty roar
After Judas Priest faded, the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent. Representing FlC, she hails from Santa Fe, New Mexico, stands at five feet sixteen inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty four pounds. She is the Hollow Girl…HARRIET LARKIN!”
The lights dimmed again as Fletcher’s opponent entered the arena for her first solo match in FAWN. The crowds might have been expecting her to be heralded by the anthem of her team, but tonight Placebo had apparently been replaced.
MOANING LISA SMILE www.youtube.com/watch?v=z71df68qLp0
Things stayed dim and then song quiet for few bars. And then suddenly everything changed, the roar of grungy guitars answered by bursts of real fire roaring out from beside the stage while the ‘tron was engulfed in digital flame. Stepping into the middle of this conflagration was a tall figure with shockingly flame-red hair, pausing for a heartbeat to glance about in satisfaction at her own personal inferno and then striding off towards the ring.
HARRIET LARKIN
To face the vengeful Asphalt Angel, Harriet had chosen a slight variation on her regular attire, choosing a sturdy white sports bra to contain her modest chest. Her schoolgirl-style plaid skirt was as short as ever, exposing white booty shorts then leading down to a length of long luscious and impeccably toned leg. White ankleboots completed Larkin’s look, and as usual she had left her flame-red hair long and flowing over her shoulders. She also sported the usual chevrons of warpaint over her right eye, one charcoal grey, the other burnished copper.
Those long legs carried her to the ring quickly, and became faster still as she broke into a sprint to slide under the bottom rope. As she clambered to her feet those green eyes stared daggers through Meggerz Fletcher, while a mirthless smile played across her cherry lips. Fletcher returned her glare with relish, but both she and Diamond were glancing nervously around because there was no sign at all of Harriet’s usually ever-present partner.
Once the lights, pyro and sound had all returned to normal both women stepped out from their corners, Larkin looking intent while Fletcher was much more suspicious. “Where is she, new girl?” the Speed Demon asked pointedly. Harriet’s only response was to crank her smile up a few notches and give a little shrug, as if to imply that she had no idea what her opponent might mean.
Clarification came from outside the ring. “We know you’ve got that Faulk witch hidden somewhere,” Laura Diamond shouted, “try fighting fair for once. Unless you’re afraid of Meg kicking your ass back to the indies.”
Larkin’s face showed mock surprise. “You don’t need to worry about Lyra, loser. Well…actually I guess you do, everyone should probably worry about her. But right now, trust me, you’ve both got more than you can handle right heAAAOWPH!”
Twenty four hours of anger and anticipation had condensed into a seething ball of rage inside Meggerz Fletcher, and now the Carolina girl was ready to blow. She exploded out of the corner, diving into a HUUUUGE shoulderblock which whipped the taller woman from vertical right down into the canvas! The crowd’s reaction was almost as explosive as the original move and even that was nearly drowned out by the loud ‘WOOOO’ from Diamond at ringside, but it seemed that the vengeful blonde was just getting started.
RUNNING SHOULDERBLOCK www.youtube.com/watch?v=S4VdN_44Irg
“People like you…” Fury leaked from every word from Fletcher’s mouth as she knelt down over the winded redhead. Harriet cleared the hair from her eyes for a second and then ate a big Carolina fist square into her mouth, turning her head sideways. “People like you roll up and think you’re special, that you can do whatever you want. Time to realise you can’t.”
Another thumping fist cracked into Larkin’s Jaw, and then the Speed Demon took a handful of flame red locks and yanked her up to her feet with her head captured in a front facelock. Adrenaline burning from the hot start, Meggerz didn’t give her wriggling burden a second to plan an escape, hoisting up into a suplex lift and then stalling out in the ten-o-clock position. The Santa Fe girl was driven back to the matt face first, landing with a wet THWUMP.
GOURDBUSTER www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2E9GxNMdCE
A louder roar of appreciation from ringside, led by Laura Diamond, while Harriet pressed up onto her elbows and reached up to check her nose for blood. Presented with the Larkin’s head at perfect height, Fletcher lifted one boot and pushed, sending the taller woman over onto her back, then hopped up and sat out mid-jump to deliver a Standing Legdrop across the Hollow Girl’s gasping chest.
“Round here you don’t’ get to just attack people without consequences,” Fletcher told the hurting redhead. Harriet seemed more interested in clearing her head and regaining her feet than giving a verbal response, but that was just fine by the Speed Demon. “You want to piss off two biker chicks? You’re gonna get the Chain…”
Sure enough she reached down and hooked up one of those long legs, looking to sink in her Chain Hoist and hopefully finish the night off much earlier than expected. This plan was interrupted when Larkin brought the full power of those legs to bear, shoving with both stems to send her staggering away. The redhead sat up and just about had time to wipe the strands of tousled hair away from her face before Fletcher steamed back in again, diving on top of her and driving a thumping forearm into her collarbone.
“Don’t think you’re getting away that easy girl. You and the skinny chick are a menace and it’s high time someone taught you that you have to earn your spot just like everyone else.” Another big forearm punctuated the blonde’s statement, earning a loud ‘OW!” from Larkin. She brought both arms up, apparently to defend against a third strike, but at the last instant one hand shot out and jabbed into Fletcher’s right eye! Merle immediately stepped in, yelling “Watch the eyes!”, but it seemed that the damage had already been done.
Surprised, the biker reeled back on her haunches and stood up, both hands pawing at her abused peeper. By the time she had recovered her vision Larkin was back to vertical. Fletcher’s mouth had just formed into a curse when THWAPPP!
Raising one arm up with the elbow out Larkin unleashed a huge forearm which hammered into the swell of Fletcher’s top and driving the blonde back a half-step. But this was just fine for the Speed Demon, who uncorked a forearm smash of her own into the redhead’s breastbone. Harriet hissed but didn’t take a backward step, taking another swing and receiving another in response.
The next twenty seconds were spent as such, two destroyer-class fighters simply unloading into each other. But then it seemed that Larkin had grown tired of the exchange, stepping forward to eat one final chop form Fletcher and responding by simply driving her head forwards and crunching into Carolina jaw!
STANDING HEADBUTT www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cr4WnjJiPNo
Fletcher was left cradling her jaw with the Hollow Girl standing over her, while the crowd let out an ‘oooo’ of sympathy. Harriet didn’t give her more than a second’s rest though, pumping two short, vicious kicks into Carolina liver. “Are you seriously pretending to be a Hells Angel with a heart of gold?” she scoffed, “You sound like a Netflix pilot.” Meggerz sat up ready to respond and wasn’t given a chance, Larkin grabbing hold of blonde tresses and hauling her bodily to her feet.
Even that situation was extremely temporary as the flame-haired vixen stepped to one side and leaned down to hook around Fletcher’s waist. Before the blonde could set her feet she was lifted up to around shoulder height before Larkin dropped to one knee, bringing the expanse of the Body Shop girl’s back down squarely onto that posted joint. Fletcher let out a yelp and would have squirmed herself to the matt but Harriet didn’t let her, powering up again and dropping again, this time to her butt to deliver a textbook Side Slam.
Circling round on her bum until she was behind Asphalt Angel’s head, Harriet used another handful of hair to lift the blonde up slightly and snugged in behind her prey, wrapping those legs tight around Fletcher’s waist and crushing down on a bodyscissors. Immediately the blonde dropped her hands to pry that vice apart, but she regretted that decision when Larkin snaked one hand around to clamp down over her nose and mouth while the other formed into a claw and plunged into the vulnerable meat of her shoulder.
“Something to think about when you get all preachy,” she purred into Fletcher’s ear, “If you haven’t the strength to impose your own terms upon life, then you must accept the terms it offers you. In other words, you don’t like how I do things, just try and stop me.” She reefed down hard on her clutches, forcing Fletcher to choose between uncovering her mouth or removing that talon from her flesh, all while the Hollow Girl’s silky legs crushed into her waist with frightening power!
A few more seconds and a distinct reddening of the Carolina girl’s face were enough to convince Merle that the predicament was sufficiently serious. He ducked down close and asked “How are you doing miss?” but only heard a tutting from the redhead. “She can’t talk to you, dumbass, I’ve got my hand over her mou…OWW BYTCH!”
Apparently the Asphalt Angel had shown some bite, as evidenced by Harriet abandoning her palm smother and wincingly examining the tooth marks in her finger. In retaliation she dug down even harder on that shoulder claw, earning a yelp from Fletcher before she turned to Merle. “I…I’m fine Merle, but once I get this…bytch off me you’re gonna have to scrape her off the floOOOH FUUUUUMPH!!”
Abandoning her claws and shifting position, Larkin unlocked those stems from around the trapped biker’s waist and shuffled back a little. The relief for Fletcher was intense but only momentary as the Hollow Girl rewrapped those anaconda gams around her hurting noggin! The Figure Four Headscissor bought an immediate groan from the blonde, those legs snapping shut like a steel trap.
FIGURE FOUR HEADSCISSOR www.youtube.com/watch?v=mYB6WCtg7pw&t=2s
World reduced to a dark prison of flesh by those lethal legs, Meggerz flailed her limbs outwards in a blind attempt to reach the ropes. The found nothing but air, and with her vision obscured by those frighteningly strong thighs and already starting to dim at the edges she knew she had to try another tack. Waving a quick dismissive finger at Merle, she reached her arms up and around to dig her fingernails into the pits of Larkin’s knees.
The response was a furious snarl and a slight lessening of the pressure, although that was only temporary as the Hollow Girl shifted position slightly. Now Fletcher found her vision slightly less obscured, although she could only see a few glimpses of lights in the roof. And even that was swiftly taken from her as Larkin leaned forwards, ran her fingers down either side of the writhing Carolina girl’s skull, and driving her thumbs into her eyes!
A guttural roar escaped from the Asphalt Angel’s mouth and she writhed and tugged at those invading digits as best she could. But it was Merle who came to her rescue, giving a hard tug on her arm and yelling “GET OFF THE EYES Larkin, I will disqualify you!” The Hollow Girl could only offer a snarl in response, but after Merle gave an extremely fast count to four she gave up her grips and clambered to her feet, leaving Fletcher to roll off towards her corner and paw again at her abused peepers.
Harriet was all set to go after her until Merle stepped in her path. “No more warnings Harriet, touch her eyes again and…” Larkin scowled at him for a second. “My finger slipped,” she explained, sarcasm dripping from her voice, “anyway, she bit me, why don’t you go whinge about that.” Before he could formulate a response she swanned past, reaching down to for the retreating Speed Demon.
Rolling onto her back, Fletcher kicked both legs up and managed to clunk one boot into the Hollow Girl’s tummy, driving her back a few steps. “Cheap and dirty, that’s all you are,” she spat, clambering to one knee and glaring daggers at the redhead. “Don’t talk to me about ‘strength’, you’re one of the weakest little girls in the WHOAH TOO SLOW!”
Tired of the Carolina girl’s prattling, Harriet raised one arm and stormed in with a big Lariat which Fletcher ducked under at the last instant. The whiffed shot left Larkin in the corner with her back turned and the Asphalt Angel took full advantage, thumping a forearm of her own between the taller woman’s shoulderblades and then, when she slumped forwards, driving in behind and pistoning a sharp knee into the small of Larkin’s back. The redhead responded with a yelp and a wild swinging elbow which didn’t find it’s target.
Snugging in behind, the Darlington powerhouse hooked a tight waistlock and dragged the redhead out of the corner. She had those sturdy legs braced and ready to lift up when one of Larkin’s boots stomped down into her shin, momentarily breaking her concentration. “No chance of escaping cheeULPH!” Another wild back elbow flew up and caught her square in the jaw, rocking her head back and disintegrating what remained of the waistlock. Harriet made the most of the new found space to flick out a quick Back Kick which gutted the blonde, then took a step away, turned around and slammed a huuuuuge Big Boot into her skull!
BIG BOOT www.youtube.com/watch?v=vIOfWRlyIRs
Dropping to her back, Fletcher could do little more than shake her had and try to blink away the cobwebs which had suddenly invaded her vision. The Hollow Girl was quick to take advantage, dropping to her knees and pouring herself across the stunned biker to press her shoulders to the matt. Merle was there kneeling himself and slapping he matt…
ONCE
TWICE
Outside the ring Laura Diamond’s shouts had been increasing in volume for a few minutes, but now she hit top volume, yelling “C’MON MEG, KICK OUT!”. It wasn’t clear whether or not Fletcher had heard her partner’s urgings, but either way one strong arm powered up off the canvas, lifting her shoulder and breaking the pin while simultaneously rolling herself over onto one side. The kickout provoked cheers from the crowd and another round of Whoops form Diamond, but Harriet merely knelt up and cocked her head to one side.
“Seriously girl, you really want more pain?” Harriet considered this for a second then reached out to grab a handful of hair, rising as she did so to tug the biker up to vertical again. “To rest in your own suffering is evasion of suffering.” She advised, “you must learn to suffer more.” No response to the odd quite form Fletcher, who was too busy trying to disentangle the Santa Fe girl’s fingers form her hair, but this swiftly became academic when Larkin dropped to her knees and delivered a big swinging uppercut right between her legs!
Mouth forming an ‘o’ of pain, Meggerz abandoned all thoughts of her hair and instead dropped both hands to massage at the pain which had suddenly taken hold in her center. Outside the ring Diamond was screaming for the ref to intervene, Merle glancing at her but then looking back just as Larkin tucked her had between Fletcher’s jelly legs and powered upwards. The Carolina girl flopped down over Harriet’s back, still moaning, but she didn’t stay there for long as the powerful redhead swung her up, back and over into a ring-rattling collusion between her back and the canvas-covered plywood.
ALABAMA SLAM www.youtube.com/watch?v=0HGh0QaxaTU
Again the Asphalt Angel found herself on her back staring hazily up at the lights. This time she tried rolling over, hands reaching backwards to massage her impacted spine. But Harriet still wasn’t willing to give her a second’s peace, diving on top and hooking one leg as Merle slid in to count…
ONE
TWO
THNOOOOOO!
Despite technically being a developmental talent in FAWN, Meggerz was a ring veteran and a veritable powerhouse by anyone’s standard. And she proved that by crunching herself up and kicking those strong legs outwards, breaking the redhead’s pin and lifting herself up to sitting. This was greeted by an even greater outpouring of love from the crowd and her cheerleader at ringside. But despite the narrow escape Fletcher looked in a bad way, cheeks red and puffing, eyes wide, and hands still reaching back to cradle her spine.
Kneeling above her, Lyra raked one hand through those auburn locks and couldn’t help but let out a growl of frustration, mostly aimed at Merle. “This match is over, idiot,” she snarled, anger dripping from her voice, “but if you want me to leave her unconscious I’m happy to oblige. Just get out of the way.”
Moving into a loose mount over the blonde's hips, Harriet gave a quick shove to send the referee back a few places and then raised both hands high, forming them into a hammer which swung down and crunched into the sensitive flesh inside the blonde’s straining top. A follow up into the other boob bought a gasp from Fletcher and a snigger from the redhead. “Lyra made me promise to smack you in the tits. She thinks it’s funny. Personally I’m more into cheekbones.”
Too busy trying to extricate herself from the predicament to pass comment, Fletcher raised an arm to cover her chest and instead received a big swinging right hand which cracked into her cheek and turned her head sideways. A second haymaker carved in from let left and sent her bouncing again, Meggerz just about managing to cover up before the third swing dimmed her lights for good. Momentarily annoyed by the blonde's defence, Harriet reached one hand down and squirmed her fingers towards eye socket, trying to...
“What?”
Her question was aimed at Merle, tugging on her arm. “I’ve warned you miss, go for her eyes one more time and I’m throwing this match out. Same goes for closed fists.”
Drawing in a deep breath, Harriet let it out slow and loud. Turning to the red-faced referee she fixed him with a glare. “Only those who risk going too far can ever find out how far they will go,” she advised him. Merle just shrugged, and after another deep breath Larkin snapped “FINE!” almost simultaneously with firing one last haymaker down into Fletcher’s hurting chest.
Rising to her feet, the Hollow Girl stomped past Merle and over to the nearest corner. She ascended up to the second buckle, turning to face the ring and waiting as Fletcher unsteadily pressed up to her knees and then towards upright. As soon as the blonde turned her way Harriet pushed off the ‘buckle, one arm raised and swinging hard for Fletcher’s head.
Unfortunately for the FlC girl, Fletcher had seen her coming. She ducked smoothly under the attempted strike and hooked an arm between the surprised battler’s thighs and then Larkin was muscled easily onto her shoulders. Taking a quick step forwards to give herself room, the Asphalt Angel hopped up and threw herself backward to THWUMP her stunned burden spine-first into the canvas.
DARLINGTON DROP www.youtube.com/watch?v=elgYYhmqYD4
Neither woman seemed particularly happy after the impact, but Larkin had certainly taken the worst of it, sloppign over to one side and massaging at her spine. Meggerz was wincing too, but the twin sounds of a roaring crowd and gasps of pain from the hateful redhead helped to soothe her aches. With Diamond urging her to capitalise from ringside the powerhouse blonde stood up and yanked Larkin upwards again.
Any protests from the redhead were swiftly cut off when Fletcher pounded a pair of Forearm Smashes into her mouth. “You’ve said enough,” she told Larkin, “now it’s time to shut that mouth for good. Harriet didn’t’ seem to agree with that statement but didn’t’ get a chance to respond as the brawny biker yanked her around by one arm and catapulted her at top speed towards the turnbuckles!
With no space to sort her feet out, Larkin charged into the corner head on and crunched into a painful chest-first collusion with the buckles. Her arms splayed over the top rope, leaving her back wide open as Fletcher motored in at top speed with one shoulder dipped. One hundred and forty pounds of blonde muscle slammed into the small of Harriet’s back, the Hollow Girl sandwiched brutally into the steel buckles!
Crushed into the corner, Harriet’s knees went wobbly, but the Asphalt Angel wasn’t quite ready to let her go down easy. Instead she roughly dragged the taller woman around and hooked her arms over the top ropes, propping her up. She also pistoned up a knee into that taut tummy, leaving the redhead hung up and coughing as she tried to reclaim the air driven out of her body.
With her opponent going nowhere, Fletcher stepped back and raised a hand. “TIME TO TAKE THIS BRAT DOWN THE HOME STRAIT!” she yelled, earning a roar from the crowd and an enthusiastic round of whoops from her partner. The Speed Demon only had eyes for one person though, jogging off in a circle which gradually gained pace. She hit full speed a few feet from the slumped Hollow Girl, leaping off her feet and slamming those brawny curves into a dominating collusion with the redhead.
BODY BLOCK www.youtube.com/watch?v=m9kfnhZo8Rg
Knocked loose of the corner by that crushing impact, Larkin slumped down into a seat with her head lolling on the buckle. She didn’t’ stay there for long though, Fletcher dragging her out by her feet and then diving on and capturing one leg. The crowd and Laura Diamond counted along as Merle slapped…
ONE
TWO
Whatever hurts she’d endured in the last minute or so had clearly not been enough to empty Larkin’s tank, the redhead placing one hand on Meggerz’ breastbone and shoving her off with authority. She was clearly still hurting though, putting a few extra rotations on her roll so that she could grab the bottom rope. In fact it looked like she might be making a trip out to the floor, a potentially unwise move given that Laura Diamond was only a few feet away and looking decidedly malicious…
And then, suddenly, she wasn’t any more. It took a slow-motion replay for the audience to work out that Lyra Faulk had jumped the barrier from within their own ranks, but what was certain was that she arrived at great pace and in some style. Diamond didn’t even realise that she had company before the Chaos Emerald had grabbed one arm, dashed up the nearby rash barrier and spun herself around the surprised Biker Babe before driving her headfirst onto the barely-padded concrete!
BARRIER DIVING TORNADO DDT www.youtube.com/watch?v=je6n-Iqc1e8
Taken completely by surprise, Diamond landed square on the crown of her skull and slumped into a heap, while Faulk popped to her feet looking cheerful as ever. But the Chaos Emerald seemed to be keen to have a little more fun tonight, taking a few steps back and hopping up onto the barrier. Moving with ridiculous speed for someone balancing on inch-wide padded steel, she ran around and dived into a gorgeous moonsault which impacted her body square into Diamond’s ribs, those same ribs she had already nearly crushed the previous night. Laura flopped up like a fish out of water and fell back again, Lyra crouching over her and looking pleased with herself.
LYRA FAULK
Back in the ring Meggerz Fletcher had noticed the fate of her partner and didn’t like it one bit. She yelled “HEY!” and started towards the smaller newcomer, only for Lyra to glance up and point in surprise at something behind her. The FlC girls had already pulled this trick on Fletcher once before, and this time she was determined not to bite. Which was why she was completely oblivious when Harriet Larkin bounced off the ropes, sprinted in behind her and delivered an absolutely murderous Single Leg Dropkick into the back of her skull.
WASTE LAND www.youtube.com/watch?v=GJbyZ5JkhT8
The Asphalt Angel landed flat on her face in a wet starfish and didn’t move a muscle, booos from the crowd mixing with a ‘holy shyt’ pop at the sheer impact on that kick. Harriet’s follow-through meant that’s he actually landed quite a few feet away, but she was in no hurry as she picked herself up, blew a quick kiss to Faulk where she stood smiling on the outside, then stomped over and grabbed a handful of blonde locks.
Lifting Meggerz Fletcher back to vertical was a difficult job given that her legs seemed to be almost boneless after that dropkick. But Larkin was determined that the Darlington girl was going to taste both of her finishers tonight, and after a brief struggle managed to get her hooked into a wobbly but upright Double Underhook. “Between the idea and the reality…” she murmured to the oblivious Body Shopper. The last line went unsaid, but was delivered anyway, Harriet dropping to her back and spiking Fletcher’s skull into the canvas.
FALLS THE SHADOW www.youtube.com/watch?v=uyvtF48BHjA
The vicious head-drop extinguished whatever spark was left in Fletcher’s head, and in truth most of that had already been claimed by the kick a few seconds before. As such she was nothing but a ragdoll when Larking bulled her over onto her back and pressed down into a tight cover. Everyone in the arena could tell that the count was academic but Merle dropped to deliver it anyway, the Asphalt angel snoozing obliviously through
ONE
TWO
THREE!
Jeers rained down from all sides of the arena as Harriet Larkin’s name was announced over the speakers. The woman herself didn’t seemed particularly interested though, pressing up to her knees and glancing back around to her partner. Outside the ring Lyra was giving a bit of a golf clap, but a nod from the redhead brought her scurrying up into the ring and grabbing her 'friend's hand.
A quiet cough from Merle caused both women to break off, earning a few more boos for their trouble. “Want me to raise your…”
“Back the f*CK off dickhead!” It was Lyra who spoke, her broad smile evaporating into a glare so malevolent that the surprised referee took a worried step back. Harriet hurriedly laid a hand on her partner’s shoulder, lightly tilting her jaw with the other hand until Faulk's eyes were on Laura Diamond, slowly getting back to her feet at ringside. In a flash the small brunette was off, sliding out, delivering a stiff kick to the Roswell girl's gut, and then shovelling her up onto the apron and under the ropes.
Apparently the Biker Babe wasn’t quite as out of it as first thought though, she was up to her feet in a trice and turned to thump a heavy forearm into Faulk just as she was slipping through the ropes. The little brunette reeled backwards but just about managed to maintain her perch on the apron, although her wheeling arms suggested that this was very temporary, especially as Diamond had another forearm cocked and ready to condemn her down to the concrete.
Unfortunately for the biker she wasn’t able to deliver it, Harriet stepping up behind and flicking a boot up between her legs and into her centre. The Low Blow sent Diamond’s knees knocking, leaving her easy prey as Larkin spun her around and hooked her up into a classic Gory Special position. Harriet spun herself around to where her partner had regained her balance, and flashed her a grin, getting a bigger one in return. “This is the way your world ends!” Lyra yelled, grabbing the top rope and bending her knees.
What came next was enough to turn a few of the crowd’s boos into cheers, although the response was still overwhelmingly negative as Faulk launched herself up. Her feet landed on the top rope, balancing as securely as if it was a tarmac road rather than a thin steel cable, and the tension was enough to fire her seemingly into the upper atmosphere. The Aussie acrobat seemed to hang in the air, turning a perfect somersault and reaching out at the apex to hook hands around Diamond’s trapped noggin. Harriet took this as her cue to sit out, meaning that the Biker Babe’s face and chest were driven down into the mat with incredible velocity.
WHIMPER www.youtube.com/watch?v=88QxPmnOc_k (@0:42)
Diamond bounced once on her face and then was still, flopped in a wet heap a few feet from her partner as both members of FlC regained their feet and stepped up to teach other. Lyra reached out, grasping one of her taller partner’s hand and raising it up to the sky, a late and poorly received celebration of her first singles victory in FAWN. But what came next seemed to turn a few of those jeers around, Larkin reaching out, tugging the brunette’s face close, and planting a long, lingering kiss on her.
Faulk was still sending lingering, malevolent glances in the direction of Merle, who was doing his best to ignore them and tend to the slowly stirring remains of the Body Shop. Unhappy with being ignored, the Chaos Emerald took a few menacing steps towards the reference before Larkin smoothly stepped between them and took one hand, leading the brunette over to the ropes. By the time they had made it halfway up the ramp Lyra’s smile was back again, giggling and waving to the crowd as the triumphant pair left them behind.
Once Judas Priest’s ‘Turbo Lover’ kicked into high gear, the curtains were pushed open--and an already loud crowd goes absolutely boisterous as the gorgeous greasemonkey pushed though. Behind her was her tag partner Laura Diamond, the Road Rager looking slightly the worse for wear with a bruised eye andn strapping on her ribs but pumping fists and looking as happy to be there as ever.
MEGGERZ FLETCHER
LAURA DIAMOND
Fletcher, on the other hand, showed no signs of wear and tear. The blonde looked as big and imposing as always, and everyone of her impressive curves was tightly hugged by a grease-blotched white tank and black hot plants that would be a challenge for any heel to pull on during a cover. Like her top, there are also two black smudges on her face--one under each eye. Presumably, the red do-rag covering some of her hair had shielded her locks from a similar fate.
Missing tonight, at least initially, was the broad beaming smile she usually wore, replaced with a businesslike scowl at the thought of dealing with the menace of FlC. But she still showed the front row faithful plenty of love, slapping hands and posing for a few selfies. Diamond made up for her partner’s determination with double the enthusiasm. Once Fletcher’s lap was complete she had a few last reassuring words with Diamond, shared a quick high five, then headed up the steps and slipped through the ropes. Once in the ring she turned toward the nearest corner, jumping up onto the middle buckle and thrusting both arms high overhead to one more, mighty roar
After Judas Priest faded, the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent. Representing FlC, she hails from Santa Fe, New Mexico, stands at five feet sixteen inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty four pounds. She is the Hollow Girl…HARRIET LARKIN!”
The lights dimmed again as Fletcher’s opponent entered the arena for her first solo match in FAWN. The crowds might have been expecting her to be heralded by the anthem of her team, but tonight Placebo had apparently been replaced.
MOANING LISA SMILE www.youtube.com/watch?v=z71df68qLp0
Things stayed dim and then song quiet for few bars. And then suddenly everything changed, the roar of grungy guitars answered by bursts of real fire roaring out from beside the stage while the ‘tron was engulfed in digital flame. Stepping into the middle of this conflagration was a tall figure with shockingly flame-red hair, pausing for a heartbeat to glance about in satisfaction at her own personal inferno and then striding off towards the ring.
HARRIET LARKIN
To face the vengeful Asphalt Angel, Harriet had chosen a slight variation on her regular attire, choosing a sturdy white sports bra to contain her modest chest. Her schoolgirl-style plaid skirt was as short as ever, exposing white booty shorts then leading down to a length of long luscious and impeccably toned leg. White ankleboots completed Larkin’s look, and as usual she had left her flame-red hair long and flowing over her shoulders. She also sported the usual chevrons of warpaint over her right eye, one charcoal grey, the other burnished copper.
Those long legs carried her to the ring quickly, and became faster still as she broke into a sprint to slide under the bottom rope. As she clambered to her feet those green eyes stared daggers through Meggerz Fletcher, while a mirthless smile played across her cherry lips. Fletcher returned her glare with relish, but both she and Diamond were glancing nervously around because there was no sign at all of Harriet’s usually ever-present partner.
Once the lights, pyro and sound had all returned to normal both women stepped out from their corners, Larkin looking intent while Fletcher was much more suspicious. “Where is she, new girl?” the Speed Demon asked pointedly. Harriet’s only response was to crank her smile up a few notches and give a little shrug, as if to imply that she had no idea what her opponent might mean.
Clarification came from outside the ring. “We know you’ve got that Faulk witch hidden somewhere,” Laura Diamond shouted, “try fighting fair for once. Unless you’re afraid of Meg kicking your ass back to the indies.”
Larkin’s face showed mock surprise. “You don’t need to worry about Lyra, loser. Well…actually I guess you do, everyone should probably worry about her. But right now, trust me, you’ve both got more than you can handle right heAAAOWPH!”
Twenty four hours of anger and anticipation had condensed into a seething ball of rage inside Meggerz Fletcher, and now the Carolina girl was ready to blow. She exploded out of the corner, diving into a HUUUUGE shoulderblock which whipped the taller woman from vertical right down into the canvas! The crowd’s reaction was almost as explosive as the original move and even that was nearly drowned out by the loud ‘WOOOO’ from Diamond at ringside, but it seemed that the vengeful blonde was just getting started.
RUNNING SHOULDERBLOCK www.youtube.com/watch?v=S4VdN_44Irg
“People like you…” Fury leaked from every word from Fletcher’s mouth as she knelt down over the winded redhead. Harriet cleared the hair from her eyes for a second and then ate a big Carolina fist square into her mouth, turning her head sideways. “People like you roll up and think you’re special, that you can do whatever you want. Time to realise you can’t.”
Another thumping fist cracked into Larkin’s Jaw, and then the Speed Demon took a handful of flame red locks and yanked her up to her feet with her head captured in a front facelock. Adrenaline burning from the hot start, Meggerz didn’t give her wriggling burden a second to plan an escape, hoisting up into a suplex lift and then stalling out in the ten-o-clock position. The Santa Fe girl was driven back to the matt face first, landing with a wet THWUMP.
GOURDBUSTER www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2E9GxNMdCE
A louder roar of appreciation from ringside, led by Laura Diamond, while Harriet pressed up onto her elbows and reached up to check her nose for blood. Presented with the Larkin’s head at perfect height, Fletcher lifted one boot and pushed, sending the taller woman over onto her back, then hopped up and sat out mid-jump to deliver a Standing Legdrop across the Hollow Girl’s gasping chest.
“Round here you don’t’ get to just attack people without consequences,” Fletcher told the hurting redhead. Harriet seemed more interested in clearing her head and regaining her feet than giving a verbal response, but that was just fine by the Speed Demon. “You want to piss off two biker chicks? You’re gonna get the Chain…”
Sure enough she reached down and hooked up one of those long legs, looking to sink in her Chain Hoist and hopefully finish the night off much earlier than expected. This plan was interrupted when Larkin brought the full power of those legs to bear, shoving with both stems to send her staggering away. The redhead sat up and just about had time to wipe the strands of tousled hair away from her face before Fletcher steamed back in again, diving on top of her and driving a thumping forearm into her collarbone.
“Don’t think you’re getting away that easy girl. You and the skinny chick are a menace and it’s high time someone taught you that you have to earn your spot just like everyone else.” Another big forearm punctuated the blonde’s statement, earning a loud ‘OW!” from Larkin. She brought both arms up, apparently to defend against a third strike, but at the last instant one hand shot out and jabbed into Fletcher’s right eye! Merle immediately stepped in, yelling “Watch the eyes!”, but it seemed that the damage had already been done.
Surprised, the biker reeled back on her haunches and stood up, both hands pawing at her abused peeper. By the time she had recovered her vision Larkin was back to vertical. Fletcher’s mouth had just formed into a curse when THWAPPP!
Raising one arm up with the elbow out Larkin unleashed a huge forearm which hammered into the swell of Fletcher’s top and driving the blonde back a half-step. But this was just fine for the Speed Demon, who uncorked a forearm smash of her own into the redhead’s breastbone. Harriet hissed but didn’t take a backward step, taking another swing and receiving another in response.
The next twenty seconds were spent as such, two destroyer-class fighters simply unloading into each other. But then it seemed that Larkin had grown tired of the exchange, stepping forward to eat one final chop form Fletcher and responding by simply driving her head forwards and crunching into Carolina jaw!
STANDING HEADBUTT www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cr4WnjJiPNo
Fletcher was left cradling her jaw with the Hollow Girl standing over her, while the crowd let out an ‘oooo’ of sympathy. Harriet didn’t give her more than a second’s rest though, pumping two short, vicious kicks into Carolina liver. “Are you seriously pretending to be a Hells Angel with a heart of gold?” she scoffed, “You sound like a Netflix pilot.” Meggerz sat up ready to respond and wasn’t given a chance, Larkin grabbing hold of blonde tresses and hauling her bodily to her feet.
Even that situation was extremely temporary as the flame-haired vixen stepped to one side and leaned down to hook around Fletcher’s waist. Before the blonde could set her feet she was lifted up to around shoulder height before Larkin dropped to one knee, bringing the expanse of the Body Shop girl’s back down squarely onto that posted joint. Fletcher let out a yelp and would have squirmed herself to the matt but Harriet didn’t let her, powering up again and dropping again, this time to her butt to deliver a textbook Side Slam.
Circling round on her bum until she was behind Asphalt Angel’s head, Harriet used another handful of hair to lift the blonde up slightly and snugged in behind her prey, wrapping those legs tight around Fletcher’s waist and crushing down on a bodyscissors. Immediately the blonde dropped her hands to pry that vice apart, but she regretted that decision when Larkin snaked one hand around to clamp down over her nose and mouth while the other formed into a claw and plunged into the vulnerable meat of her shoulder.
“Something to think about when you get all preachy,” she purred into Fletcher’s ear, “If you haven’t the strength to impose your own terms upon life, then you must accept the terms it offers you. In other words, you don’t like how I do things, just try and stop me.” She reefed down hard on her clutches, forcing Fletcher to choose between uncovering her mouth or removing that talon from her flesh, all while the Hollow Girl’s silky legs crushed into her waist with frightening power!
A few more seconds and a distinct reddening of the Carolina girl’s face were enough to convince Merle that the predicament was sufficiently serious. He ducked down close and asked “How are you doing miss?” but only heard a tutting from the redhead. “She can’t talk to you, dumbass, I’ve got my hand over her mou…OWW BYTCH!”
Apparently the Asphalt Angel had shown some bite, as evidenced by Harriet abandoning her palm smother and wincingly examining the tooth marks in her finger. In retaliation she dug down even harder on that shoulder claw, earning a yelp from Fletcher before she turned to Merle. “I…I’m fine Merle, but once I get this…bytch off me you’re gonna have to scrape her off the floOOOH FUUUUUMPH!!”
Abandoning her claws and shifting position, Larkin unlocked those stems from around the trapped biker’s waist and shuffled back a little. The relief for Fletcher was intense but only momentary as the Hollow Girl rewrapped those anaconda gams around her hurting noggin! The Figure Four Headscissor bought an immediate groan from the blonde, those legs snapping shut like a steel trap.
FIGURE FOUR HEADSCISSOR www.youtube.com/watch?v=mYB6WCtg7pw&t=2s
World reduced to a dark prison of flesh by those lethal legs, Meggerz flailed her limbs outwards in a blind attempt to reach the ropes. The found nothing but air, and with her vision obscured by those frighteningly strong thighs and already starting to dim at the edges she knew she had to try another tack. Waving a quick dismissive finger at Merle, she reached her arms up and around to dig her fingernails into the pits of Larkin’s knees.
The response was a furious snarl and a slight lessening of the pressure, although that was only temporary as the Hollow Girl shifted position slightly. Now Fletcher found her vision slightly less obscured, although she could only see a few glimpses of lights in the roof. And even that was swiftly taken from her as Larkin leaned forwards, ran her fingers down either side of the writhing Carolina girl’s skull, and driving her thumbs into her eyes!
A guttural roar escaped from the Asphalt Angel’s mouth and she writhed and tugged at those invading digits as best she could. But it was Merle who came to her rescue, giving a hard tug on her arm and yelling “GET OFF THE EYES Larkin, I will disqualify you!” The Hollow Girl could only offer a snarl in response, but after Merle gave an extremely fast count to four she gave up her grips and clambered to her feet, leaving Fletcher to roll off towards her corner and paw again at her abused peepers.
Harriet was all set to go after her until Merle stepped in her path. “No more warnings Harriet, touch her eyes again and…” Larkin scowled at him for a second. “My finger slipped,” she explained, sarcasm dripping from her voice, “anyway, she bit me, why don’t you go whinge about that.” Before he could formulate a response she swanned past, reaching down to for the retreating Speed Demon.
Rolling onto her back, Fletcher kicked both legs up and managed to clunk one boot into the Hollow Girl’s tummy, driving her back a few steps. “Cheap and dirty, that’s all you are,” she spat, clambering to one knee and glaring daggers at the redhead. “Don’t talk to me about ‘strength’, you’re one of the weakest little girls in the WHOAH TOO SLOW!”
Tired of the Carolina girl’s prattling, Harriet raised one arm and stormed in with a big Lariat which Fletcher ducked under at the last instant. The whiffed shot left Larkin in the corner with her back turned and the Asphalt Angel took full advantage, thumping a forearm of her own between the taller woman’s shoulderblades and then, when she slumped forwards, driving in behind and pistoning a sharp knee into the small of Larkin’s back. The redhead responded with a yelp and a wild swinging elbow which didn’t find it’s target.
Snugging in behind, the Darlington powerhouse hooked a tight waistlock and dragged the redhead out of the corner. She had those sturdy legs braced and ready to lift up when one of Larkin’s boots stomped down into her shin, momentarily breaking her concentration. “No chance of escaping cheeULPH!” Another wild back elbow flew up and caught her square in the jaw, rocking her head back and disintegrating what remained of the waistlock. Harriet made the most of the new found space to flick out a quick Back Kick which gutted the blonde, then took a step away, turned around and slammed a huuuuuge Big Boot into her skull!
BIG BOOT www.youtube.com/watch?v=vIOfWRlyIRs
Dropping to her back, Fletcher could do little more than shake her had and try to blink away the cobwebs which had suddenly invaded her vision. The Hollow Girl was quick to take advantage, dropping to her knees and pouring herself across the stunned biker to press her shoulders to the matt. Merle was there kneeling himself and slapping he matt…
ONCE
TWICE
Outside the ring Laura Diamond’s shouts had been increasing in volume for a few minutes, but now she hit top volume, yelling “C’MON MEG, KICK OUT!”. It wasn’t clear whether or not Fletcher had heard her partner’s urgings, but either way one strong arm powered up off the canvas, lifting her shoulder and breaking the pin while simultaneously rolling herself over onto one side. The kickout provoked cheers from the crowd and another round of Whoops form Diamond, but Harriet merely knelt up and cocked her head to one side.
“Seriously girl, you really want more pain?” Harriet considered this for a second then reached out to grab a handful of hair, rising as she did so to tug the biker up to vertical again. “To rest in your own suffering is evasion of suffering.” She advised, “you must learn to suffer more.” No response to the odd quite form Fletcher, who was too busy trying to disentangle the Santa Fe girl’s fingers form her hair, but this swiftly became academic when Larkin dropped to her knees and delivered a big swinging uppercut right between her legs!
Mouth forming an ‘o’ of pain, Meggerz abandoned all thoughts of her hair and instead dropped both hands to massage at the pain which had suddenly taken hold in her center. Outside the ring Diamond was screaming for the ref to intervene, Merle glancing at her but then looking back just as Larkin tucked her had between Fletcher’s jelly legs and powered upwards. The Carolina girl flopped down over Harriet’s back, still moaning, but she didn’t stay there for long as the powerful redhead swung her up, back and over into a ring-rattling collusion between her back and the canvas-covered plywood.
ALABAMA SLAM www.youtube.com/watch?v=0HGh0QaxaTU
Again the Asphalt Angel found herself on her back staring hazily up at the lights. This time she tried rolling over, hands reaching backwards to massage her impacted spine. But Harriet still wasn’t willing to give her a second’s peace, diving on top and hooking one leg as Merle slid in to count…
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THNOOOOOO!
Despite technically being a developmental talent in FAWN, Meggerz was a ring veteran and a veritable powerhouse by anyone’s standard. And she proved that by crunching herself up and kicking those strong legs outwards, breaking the redhead’s pin and lifting herself up to sitting. This was greeted by an even greater outpouring of love from the crowd and her cheerleader at ringside. But despite the narrow escape Fletcher looked in a bad way, cheeks red and puffing, eyes wide, and hands still reaching back to cradle her spine.
Kneeling above her, Lyra raked one hand through those auburn locks and couldn’t help but let out a growl of frustration, mostly aimed at Merle. “This match is over, idiot,” she snarled, anger dripping from her voice, “but if you want me to leave her unconscious I’m happy to oblige. Just get out of the way.”
Moving into a loose mount over the blonde's hips, Harriet gave a quick shove to send the referee back a few places and then raised both hands high, forming them into a hammer which swung down and crunched into the sensitive flesh inside the blonde’s straining top. A follow up into the other boob bought a gasp from Fletcher and a snigger from the redhead. “Lyra made me promise to smack you in the tits. She thinks it’s funny. Personally I’m more into cheekbones.”
Too busy trying to extricate herself from the predicament to pass comment, Fletcher raised an arm to cover her chest and instead received a big swinging right hand which cracked into her cheek and turned her head sideways. A second haymaker carved in from let left and sent her bouncing again, Meggerz just about managing to cover up before the third swing dimmed her lights for good. Momentarily annoyed by the blonde's defence, Harriet reached one hand down and squirmed her fingers towards eye socket, trying to...
“What?”
Her question was aimed at Merle, tugging on her arm. “I’ve warned you miss, go for her eyes one more time and I’m throwing this match out. Same goes for closed fists.”
Drawing in a deep breath, Harriet let it out slow and loud. Turning to the red-faced referee she fixed him with a glare. “Only those who risk going too far can ever find out how far they will go,” she advised him. Merle just shrugged, and after another deep breath Larkin snapped “FINE!” almost simultaneously with firing one last haymaker down into Fletcher’s hurting chest.
Rising to her feet, the Hollow Girl stomped past Merle and over to the nearest corner. She ascended up to the second buckle, turning to face the ring and waiting as Fletcher unsteadily pressed up to her knees and then towards upright. As soon as the blonde turned her way Harriet pushed off the ‘buckle, one arm raised and swinging hard for Fletcher’s head.
Unfortunately for the FlC girl, Fletcher had seen her coming. She ducked smoothly under the attempted strike and hooked an arm between the surprised battler’s thighs and then Larkin was muscled easily onto her shoulders. Taking a quick step forwards to give herself room, the Asphalt Angel hopped up and threw herself backward to THWUMP her stunned burden spine-first into the canvas.
DARLINGTON DROP www.youtube.com/watch?v=elgYYhmqYD4
Neither woman seemed particularly happy after the impact, but Larkin had certainly taken the worst of it, sloppign over to one side and massaging at her spine. Meggerz was wincing too, but the twin sounds of a roaring crowd and gasps of pain from the hateful redhead helped to soothe her aches. With Diamond urging her to capitalise from ringside the powerhouse blonde stood up and yanked Larkin upwards again.
Any protests from the redhead were swiftly cut off when Fletcher pounded a pair of Forearm Smashes into her mouth. “You’ve said enough,” she told Larkin, “now it’s time to shut that mouth for good. Harriet didn’t’ seem to agree with that statement but didn’t’ get a chance to respond as the brawny biker yanked her around by one arm and catapulted her at top speed towards the turnbuckles!
With no space to sort her feet out, Larkin charged into the corner head on and crunched into a painful chest-first collusion with the buckles. Her arms splayed over the top rope, leaving her back wide open as Fletcher motored in at top speed with one shoulder dipped. One hundred and forty pounds of blonde muscle slammed into the small of Harriet’s back, the Hollow Girl sandwiched brutally into the steel buckles!
Crushed into the corner, Harriet’s knees went wobbly, but the Asphalt Angel wasn’t quite ready to let her go down easy. Instead she roughly dragged the taller woman around and hooked her arms over the top ropes, propping her up. She also pistoned up a knee into that taut tummy, leaving the redhead hung up and coughing as she tried to reclaim the air driven out of her body.
With her opponent going nowhere, Fletcher stepped back and raised a hand. “TIME TO TAKE THIS BRAT DOWN THE HOME STRAIT!” she yelled, earning a roar from the crowd and an enthusiastic round of whoops from her partner. The Speed Demon only had eyes for one person though, jogging off in a circle which gradually gained pace. She hit full speed a few feet from the slumped Hollow Girl, leaping off her feet and slamming those brawny curves into a dominating collusion with the redhead.
BODY BLOCK www.youtube.com/watch?v=m9kfnhZo8Rg
Knocked loose of the corner by that crushing impact, Larkin slumped down into a seat with her head lolling on the buckle. She didn’t’ stay there for long though, Fletcher dragging her out by her feet and then diving on and capturing one leg. The crowd and Laura Diamond counted along as Merle slapped…
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Whatever hurts she’d endured in the last minute or so had clearly not been enough to empty Larkin’s tank, the redhead placing one hand on Meggerz’ breastbone and shoving her off with authority. She was clearly still hurting though, putting a few extra rotations on her roll so that she could grab the bottom rope. In fact it looked like she might be making a trip out to the floor, a potentially unwise move given that Laura Diamond was only a few feet away and looking decidedly malicious…
And then, suddenly, she wasn’t any more. It took a slow-motion replay for the audience to work out that Lyra Faulk had jumped the barrier from within their own ranks, but what was certain was that she arrived at great pace and in some style. Diamond didn’t even realise that she had company before the Chaos Emerald had grabbed one arm, dashed up the nearby rash barrier and spun herself around the surprised Biker Babe before driving her headfirst onto the barely-padded concrete!
BARRIER DIVING TORNADO DDT www.youtube.com/watch?v=je6n-Iqc1e8
Taken completely by surprise, Diamond landed square on the crown of her skull and slumped into a heap, while Faulk popped to her feet looking cheerful as ever. But the Chaos Emerald seemed to be keen to have a little more fun tonight, taking a few steps back and hopping up onto the barrier. Moving with ridiculous speed for someone balancing on inch-wide padded steel, she ran around and dived into a gorgeous moonsault which impacted her body square into Diamond’s ribs, those same ribs she had already nearly crushed the previous night. Laura flopped up like a fish out of water and fell back again, Lyra crouching over her and looking pleased with herself.
LYRA FAULK
Back in the ring Meggerz Fletcher had noticed the fate of her partner and didn’t like it one bit. She yelled “HEY!” and started towards the smaller newcomer, only for Lyra to glance up and point in surprise at something behind her. The FlC girls had already pulled this trick on Fletcher once before, and this time she was determined not to bite. Which was why she was completely oblivious when Harriet Larkin bounced off the ropes, sprinted in behind her and delivered an absolutely murderous Single Leg Dropkick into the back of her skull.
WASTE LAND www.youtube.com/watch?v=GJbyZ5JkhT8
The Asphalt Angel landed flat on her face in a wet starfish and didn’t move a muscle, booos from the crowd mixing with a ‘holy shyt’ pop at the sheer impact on that kick. Harriet’s follow-through meant that’s he actually landed quite a few feet away, but she was in no hurry as she picked herself up, blew a quick kiss to Faulk where she stood smiling on the outside, then stomped over and grabbed a handful of blonde locks.
Lifting Meggerz Fletcher back to vertical was a difficult job given that her legs seemed to be almost boneless after that dropkick. But Larkin was determined that the Darlington girl was going to taste both of her finishers tonight, and after a brief struggle managed to get her hooked into a wobbly but upright Double Underhook. “Between the idea and the reality…” she murmured to the oblivious Body Shopper. The last line went unsaid, but was delivered anyway, Harriet dropping to her back and spiking Fletcher’s skull into the canvas.
FALLS THE SHADOW www.youtube.com/watch?v=uyvtF48BHjA
The vicious head-drop extinguished whatever spark was left in Fletcher’s head, and in truth most of that had already been claimed by the kick a few seconds before. As such she was nothing but a ragdoll when Larking bulled her over onto her back and pressed down into a tight cover. Everyone in the arena could tell that the count was academic but Merle dropped to deliver it anyway, the Asphalt angel snoozing obliviously through
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THREE!
Jeers rained down from all sides of the arena as Harriet Larkin’s name was announced over the speakers. The woman herself didn’t seemed particularly interested though, pressing up to her knees and glancing back around to her partner. Outside the ring Lyra was giving a bit of a golf clap, but a nod from the redhead brought her scurrying up into the ring and grabbing her 'friend's hand.
A quiet cough from Merle caused both women to break off, earning a few more boos for their trouble. “Want me to raise your…”
“Back the f*CK off dickhead!” It was Lyra who spoke, her broad smile evaporating into a glare so malevolent that the surprised referee took a worried step back. Harriet hurriedly laid a hand on her partner’s shoulder, lightly tilting her jaw with the other hand until Faulk's eyes were on Laura Diamond, slowly getting back to her feet at ringside. In a flash the small brunette was off, sliding out, delivering a stiff kick to the Roswell girl's gut, and then shovelling her up onto the apron and under the ropes.
Apparently the Biker Babe wasn’t quite as out of it as first thought though, she was up to her feet in a trice and turned to thump a heavy forearm into Faulk just as she was slipping through the ropes. The little brunette reeled backwards but just about managed to maintain her perch on the apron, although her wheeling arms suggested that this was very temporary, especially as Diamond had another forearm cocked and ready to condemn her down to the concrete.
Unfortunately for the biker she wasn’t able to deliver it, Harriet stepping up behind and flicking a boot up between her legs and into her centre. The Low Blow sent Diamond’s knees knocking, leaving her easy prey as Larkin spun her around and hooked her up into a classic Gory Special position. Harriet spun herself around to where her partner had regained her balance, and flashed her a grin, getting a bigger one in return. “This is the way your world ends!” Lyra yelled, grabbing the top rope and bending her knees.
What came next was enough to turn a few of the crowd’s boos into cheers, although the response was still overwhelmingly negative as Faulk launched herself up. Her feet landed on the top rope, balancing as securely as if it was a tarmac road rather than a thin steel cable, and the tension was enough to fire her seemingly into the upper atmosphere. The Aussie acrobat seemed to hang in the air, turning a perfect somersault and reaching out at the apex to hook hands around Diamond’s trapped noggin. Harriet took this as her cue to sit out, meaning that the Biker Babe’s face and chest were driven down into the mat with incredible velocity.
WHIMPER www.youtube.com/watch?v=88QxPmnOc_k (@0:42)
Diamond bounced once on her face and then was still, flopped in a wet heap a few feet from her partner as both members of FlC regained their feet and stepped up to teach other. Lyra reached out, grasping one of her taller partner’s hand and raising it up to the sky, a late and poorly received celebration of her first singles victory in FAWN. But what came next seemed to turn a few of those jeers around, Larkin reaching out, tugging the brunette’s face close, and planting a long, lingering kiss on her.
Faulk was still sending lingering, malevolent glances in the direction of Merle, who was doing his best to ignore them and tend to the slowly stirring remains of the Body Shop. Unhappy with being ignored, the Chaos Emerald took a few menacing steps towards the reference before Larkin smoothly stepped between them and took one hand, leading the brunette over to the ropes. By the time they had made it halfway up the ramp Lyra’s smile was back again, giggling and waving to the crowd as the triumphant pair left them behind.