Post by dsb on Jun 24, 2018 21:00:07 GMT
Summer was indeed sweltering, but the FAWNatics kept their cool nicely, at least until the Announcer stepped into the spotlight and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN Intercontinental Championship! Introducing first, hailing from Jackson, Tennessee she stands at five feet ten inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-eight pounds, she is the Coutrycidal Maniac, the Queen of Razorback Holler, this is HARLEY JO COLLINS!”
SHINE DOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xACHH5-QwY
HARLEY JO COLLINS:
Accompanied by Godsmack and her ever present smirk, the Tennessee Terror pushed the curtain aside and offered the crowd a little salute before turning her attention to the squared circle. Amused by the idea of claiming FAWN gold from a mouse that favored herself a villain, the Destroyer class brunette allowed herself a small smile before starting down the ramp. As per the usual, Collins wore a pair of ancient denim overalls that were mostly there to serve as safe passage for her libation of choice. Speaking of which, Harley reached into the back pocket of her denim, removed a bottle of Fireball and treated herself to a healthy slug in honor of the soon to be late Kylie Sanders.
Already loud, the capacity crowd amped it up that much more when the lanky brunette put a hand to one shoulder and undid the clasps on the overalls, leaving them in a puddle at her feet. Stripped to the essentials, she wore a black fightin’ rumble-kini, white pads and ‘Stars and Bars’ patterned boots. From there she slid under the bottom rope, pushed to her feet and strode to the middle of the ring. Arms spread wide, Collins turned in a circle that ended with her facing the hard camera. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.” she purred to the champ. “I’ve been dying to feel the Chill… squirm in my grasp.”
Just behind the curtain, a platinum blonde pixie had her hazel peepers glued to the monitor as Collins owned the ring, looking confident and powerful.
KYLIE SANDERS:
“Was this a mistake?” Sanders asked the screen before turning to her partner. “People gave my shyt for going small versus Dawson but that bytch is...”
Sanders’ voice cracked and dropped to a whisper.
“Ain’t Chill,” Jasmine finished. “She ain’t never been what you are and she ain’t never gonna be.”
JASMINE WASHINGTON:
“Let’s just stay on the same page, Dogg. Vanilla Chill can’t be dissed by hick from the Holler”
Jasmine nodded at the FAWN original.
“I gotcha,” Washington assures. “Like I always do. She ain’t no thang”
The Hawkeye gave the faceplate of the Intercontinental belt strapped around her waist a slap then headed through the curtain when Iggy and Charlie belt H&B’s anthem ‘Fancy’ throughout the arena.
FANCY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w
Chill and J-Dogg strode to center stage, Washington at the champ’s right hand.
Kylie’s title gold prompted a makeover. Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sported a unique, multi-strapped yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads.
CHILLY GEAR:
www.yandy.com/Multi-Strapped-Microfiber-Sports-Bra.php
On the FAWNtron behind her, ‘VANILLA CHILL IN DA HOUSE BYTCHES!’ appeared in ten-foot high, gold letters. Jazzy showed Sanders off, the Nubian beauty raising a wrist of the former fan favorite, the boos falling like a downpour.
Vanilla Chill had a hard time concentrating on Orlando’s lowlifes as the women headed down the ramp and aisle together, so focused was she on the lanky brunette in the ring. But Washington still managed to talk shyt about everyone and everything, including Harley Jo.
Reaching the squared circle, Sanders dabbed her partner, the Hawkeye sharing a moment with her teammate. The elfin blonde then turned a stern gaze to the multitudes heaping their disdain and tossing less than complimentary remarks at the turncoat.
Becoming agitated when a ‘TROLL’ chant broke out, Kylie headed up the steps, leaving J-Dogg to her station on the outside, Washington dressed in a tiny black hoodie, (black version of the following: i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/biggerb/Jasmine-clothing.jpg~original ), the grappler snapping her head back to clear the hood from her cranium and shoulder-length ebony locks. Beneath Jazzy wears camo boy-cut trunks which accentuated her bootylicious backside.
JAZZY GEAR:
s2.photobucket.com/user/biggerb/media/Jasmine-clothing%20below.jpg.html
As Sanders moved to the middle, the Announcer picks up his cue.
“AND her opponent. From da space where Da Man ain’t got no place…standing five feet four inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twelve pounds…FAWN’s Intercontinental Champion…Vanilla Chill…Kylie Sanders!”
Ky, stick already in hand, waved at the crowd to shut the hell up. They only turned up the volume of their hatred. Sanders shoved the belt overhead and the “TROLL” chant started anew. The Pleasant Valley Pariah went from flushed to furious.
“I’d rather be a troll than…from Tennessee!” Kylie screamed.
“Good thing you are one then, darlin‘,” Collins drawled in an exaggerated manner.
The brunette pulled a troll doll from behind her back, one with platinum blonde hair no less, and tossed it to Kylie.
“Got it at Stuckey’s.”
The FAWNatics grew positively thunderous.
A flustered Sanders threw the doll into the third row and dropped the microphone, drawing a momentary cheer, but the chant quickly returns, Kylie covering her ears and pitching a fit.
Sanders stomps to her corner. With Jasmine on the apron, Wash fashioned her hands into muffs placed over Kylie’s, trying to prevent Chill from the audible assault.
“SHUT YO DAMN MOUTHS!” J-Dogg insisted, but the assembled chanted on until Washington removed her covering, dropped to the floor and the official called for the bell.
Kylie came out of her corner with the opening CLANG, the Intercontinental Champion making an aggressive effort to claim the center of the ring before her Destroyer class adversary. “C’mon Collins, don’t keep me waiting!” Sanders barked. “You think I’m scared of you? Bytch please, I took down Trisha Belle without breaking a sweat!”
Languid as always, Harley Jo treated herself to a final stretch before pushing off the buckles. She’d made it all of three steps when Jasmine hopped onto the apron to her left and mounted the bottom rope. “And don’t even think of trying any of those cheap, country-fried tricks, beeyotch!” Washington snapped. “Hot and Bothered are WAAAAY too smart to fall for any of that shiz-it!”
The Tennessee Terror swung in her direction and was moderately impressed when J-Dogg didn’t immediately drop to the floor. “What was that, honey?” the challenger chided. “I tend to hear better when people say things to my--” she would’ve said ‘face’ if a warning from the crowd hadn’t alerted her to incoming treachery. Not that Collins needed the heads up. She’d caught motion out of the corner of her eye, meaning the big brunette had more than enough time to whip around and THWHUMP a short Shoulderblock into Kylie’s sternum!
Her preemptive Double Axehandle forgotten in an instant, Ky bounced off the taller woman, flew backward and landed hard on her butt only to somersault to all fours. “What kind of cheap crap is that!” Jasmine snarled from her place on the apron. “Bytch, you better look at me when I ask you a questNNNNNNGGHHHH!”
Harley Jo whipped around and THWHACKED a Big Boot off the side of Jazzy’s unsuspecting face! Resting her elbows on the top rope after Washington vacated her spot for a new residence stretched out on the floor, Collins asked, “You sure you want my attention, big doGNNNGGHH!”
Kylie’s second blindside gambit proved more effective than the first as she came in low and fast with a Chopblock that spiked the back of her opponent’s right knee! The presence of the strands ensured HJC only took a knee, but that was still enough to make Sanders the taller of the two so the champ took it upon herself to unleash no less than half a dozen overhand Forearm Smashes that THWHAPPED across the brunette’s strong shoulders. Such heavy shellac would’ve put any light or middleweight on all fours but Harley Jo only growled, stuffed a hand against Sanders’s midsection and created some space with a rough shove.
“Oh, I don’t THINK SO!” the blonde snarled after she caught her balance. Rushing in as Collins worked to recover her wits, the IC champ grabbed the middle rope in both hands and jerked it forward so that the rubber-coated steel smacked Harley across the bridge of the nose! The Vicious Volunteer cried out and started to rise only for Sanders to snatch a double handful of hair so she could force her throat down onto the middle strand.
“Don’t get up on my account, cupcake. I insist.” Ky teased as she took the top rope in both hands and braced her right knee against the base of her opponent’s neck. Then she hopped up and bore down, the crafty veteran putting every bit of her weight into the blatant stranglehold. “What, you thought this opossum raising freak was gonna make me sweat?” Kylie snapped at the jeering fans. “Yeah right! I deal with losers like her every day!”
KNEE-PRESSED ROPE CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ReDYB2rqxlc
The blonde’s diatribe might’ve gone on for quite a bit longer if Al Carpenter hadn’t come over and tapped the champ on the shoulder. “That’s enough Kylie. Get her off the ropes.”
Sanders gave him a bored, disdainful look. “It’s enough when I say it’s enough. But since I hate to hear a grown man whine…” She got down from her rasping perch, grabbed a double handful of hair and hauled Collins to her feet. “Up, big girl. I’m not finished with you yet.”
Harley Jo obeyed with little more than a grunt, thus allowing Sanders to abandon the hair-hold in favor of claiming the brunette’s right ankle. Folding Collins’s leg so that her heel was pressed against her butt, the Heretical Hawkeye wedged her head under Harley’s right arm and -- “Eeeeerrrrgggggghhhh!”
The planned Shinbreaker hit a snag when HJC simply clamped down on Sanders’s noggin in an especially snug Side Headlock. “Let go!” Ky demanded even as she tugged and wrenched on the larger woman’s leg. “Don’t make me tell you NGH!”
Harley Jo relinquished the Headlock only to palm the back of Kylie’s noggin like a basketball. Then she wrenched her leg free of the blonde’s grasp and emphatically drove Sanders’s forehead into her knee! Kylie rocked back on her heels, stumbled, caught herself and swung a Haymaker at the brunette’s jaw! This proved a questionable decision, as Collins hooked her right arm under the champ’s champ’s left bicep and palmed the back of her head for the second time in less than a minute. Twisting around so they were pointed toward the whole of the ring, Harley Jo pumped a quick Kneelift into Ky’s midsection before she asked, “Still want me to let you go?”
“Yuhhh… you’re going to regret this you moonshine swilling WHOOAAAAHH UUUGGGGGHHHH!”
The Tennessee Terror gripped her foe under the other arm, took two giant steps forward and damn near hurled her all the way across the ring with a huge Biel Throw!
Kylie hit flat, bounced up at once and backpedaled into the opposite corner. “Time out!” Sanders called to Al. “Time out, I wasn’t reaOOOOFFFFFHHHHH!”
Harley Jo charged in just SMASHED Kylie against the corner with an Avalanche Splash where the challenger didn’t even have to leave her feet! “Sorry, sweetness.” Collins murmured as she took the Iowan’s head in her hands. “Can’t call for a time out after you jump me. Not ‘til I’ve put a few miles on ya, anyway.”
Sanders didn’t like the sound of that one bit, but she wasn’t in any position to stop the big brunette from marching her out into the center of the ring. Forcing Ky’s head between her thighs for a Standing Scissors, Collins leaned over, wrapped her arms around the blonde’s midsection and muscled her up onto one shoulder like she was nothing more than a bag of leaves. Canadian Backbreakers were impressive enough on their own, this one grew all the more so when Harley began to whirl around in a circle like it was an Airplane Spin! Kylie wailed and kicked, putting everything she could into ending the painful predicament, alas she stayed mired in Collins’s grip even after the Destroyer brought the ride to a stop.
SPINNING CANADIAN BACKREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7EteHJ5Q9_k
“Ready to hand over that belt, Sanders?” Harley Jo asked after she’d dug her knotted hands deep into the pit of her opponent’s stomach.
Kylie shook her head ‘no’ at once. “Not a chance, hillbilly! I’ll never give the gold to a filthy degenerate like NNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!”
The Witch of Razorback Holler leapt into the air and came down on her knees with Sanders still stretched over her shoulder, meaning the FAWN original was almost bent in half on impact! Bounced free of her tormentor’s clutches, Kylie landed hard on her shoulder and hip before tumbling onto her stomach only for HJC to bull her onto her back and climb aboard for a snug Crossbody! Hooking the far leg tight, Collins ground her other forearm into the champion’s jaw to provide an unpleasant distraction during Al’s count of…
DIRT ROAD DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nBJeEyq-XJE
ONE…
TWO…
A shoulder was lifted by the wincing platinum blonde to prevent the early exit. Collins raggedly pulled Sanders into a seated position, slapping on a tight Headlock and grinding away like she’s trying to remove head from shoulders.
As Kylie worked to wriggle free, the considerably bigger brunette rattled Ky’s noggin from side to side while adding a crushing Bodyscissors, the Tennessee Terror’s long tanned stems pressing tight into Sanders’ ribs. With Kylie locked down, Collins dropped to her back and elevated Kylie HIGH above. Ky’s hazel eyes filled with dread, Harley Jo thrust her pelvis up, forward then down, SPIKING Kylie’s tailbone into the canvas with a Keester Bounce.
The crowd erupted with delight as Sanders’ hands shot toward her aching behind, the champ yelping in pain then screeching out a staccato burst of ‘no’s when HJ lifted her and repeated the process a second and third time, these iterations done with a Full Nelson that didn’t allow the Pleasant Valley Pariah to massage her bum after the rattling landings.
Eyes welling, Ky pleaded for an end to the ‘bouncing’ as Jasmine ran a set of fingers through her ebony locks with worry on the outside.
“C’mon Chill,” she shouted. “Don’t let that gangly cracka from Hog Hollow diss my gurl.”
Harley Jo unwrapped her Scissors and drew Sanders in a half back somersault over her pivoting frame, the brunette stacking Ky on her shoulders, the Iowan bicycling her legs in the air for the…
ONE…
TWO…
FAWN’s Most Hated tumbled over, ending on all fours. She scrambled to her feet and backpedaled to a corner, one hand kneading her bum, the other shooting an imploring palm toward the charging Collins. HJC paid it no heed and CRUSHED the diminutive champion under a tanned wall of flesh, Ky disappearing for a moment under another Avalanche Splash. Collins bounced away from the impact, leaving a flaccid but still vertical Sanders in her wake.
The vivacious Volunteer strolled to the middle, leading the crowd in an ovation before turning to find the struggling Sanders climbing to a seat on the top buckle. Collins hustled to the champ before she could get set and interrupted any flight Ky might’ve had planned.
Instead, Harley Jo shows off her remarkable strength advantage over the titleholder, lifting the silvery-bobbed grappler overhead with a MILITARY PRESS. Sky high, Kylie shook her head vigorously, again reflexively begging the challenger for a soft landing.
Harley Jo carried her foe to the center of the ring then let the dead weight drop to bended knee, impaling Kylie’s abs with a gutbuster that has Sanders on her back, shifting from side to side, hugging her tummy and retching.
MILITARY PRESS GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JmOcLqICbPo
Collins passed on a pin but she’s on Sanders in an instant, latching onto the head of the waylaid platinum blonde and tugging the groaning Sanders to her feet. Moving her grip to a wrist, she bullied Ky into a set of ropes and flung her with an Irish Whip. As the heinous Hawkeye was about to hit the cables, HJC sprinted toward her foe. She lifted a Big Boot, but there’s no chin with which to connect, as Jasmine’s wrapped an arm around Kylie’s ankles and pulled her to the canvas in order to tug her to safety.
Hot & Bothered met in a tight Bear Hug, J-Dogg protective of her gurl, Washington whispering into the champ’s ear. But the Tennessee Terror wasn’t ready for a coffee break. She turned to the opposite ropes and hit them hard, regaining her momentum. Returning, she skidded into a Baseball Slide under the bottom strand, her boot soles THUMPING into the tag partners and sending them flying. Jasmine and Kylie BWAAANGED into the steel barricade behind them, each woman crashing against the steel at the base of their spines. They slid down to aching seats on the floor in unison.
Landing on her feet after the impact, the Volunteer en fuego had her choice of H&B but kept to the task at hand, plucking the pouting champion off her backside. Getting Ky to her feet wasn’t enough for the rampaging challenger. She dipped and wrapped her arms around the midriff of the elfin blonde from in front before squeezing tight. A burst of an exhale explodes from Kylie’s lips over HJC’s shoulder as she’s lifted into the air in a breathtaking embrace.
Sanders gasped for air as the ref’s count grew and Harley Jo, looking for a career signature, ragdolls the slight IC Iowan, whipping her to and fro. Ky’s arms slowly rose on either side of HJ’s head and Collins knew she a counter to preempt. Turning, she RAMMED Sanders’ spine into the mat’s edge, drawing a howl from Kylie and an end to any thought of an earringer.
Southern Discomfort stuffed a reeling Ky back into the ring, Sanders adding a few extra rolls to make space, ending in the middle of the ring. Collins climbed to the apron and got one leg through the cables when a partially recovered Jasmine snagged her by the ankle and held on tight.
Wash was finally thrown loose by a mule kick from the challenger, but the time gained allowed Kylie to get vertical and reach the half-entered brunette. Sanders thumped a side kick into the taut, tanned abdomen of the Volunteer and clasped the lowered head of Harley Jo to ‘guide’ the title threat back into the squared circle.
Pivoting to a Side Headlock on the lanky Volunteer, Ky surged forward with Collins in tow. She drew Harley Jo across the ring and leapt, both soles finding the middle cable. She guided HJC through a springboard-powered U-turn, but her Bulldog attempt was interrupted when the power-packed Terror shoved Ky off before she could be drawn to a face-first impact. Instead, it’s the Hawkeye hitting the thinly-sheathed plywood, her derriere taking a nasty collision with the boards.
After the earlier Keester Bounces, it became painfully obvious Kylie hadn’t recovered as she yelped in pain, hands burying under her backside, features twisted in pain, the champ unable to solve the riddle of the ferocity and strength of her Intercontinental contender.
As the platinum blonde tried to knead the pain out of her ass, HJC was on the move. She raced past the seated Sanders and rebounded out of the ropes in front of the champ. With Collins lining up a Soccer Kick to her pert bosom, the Hawkeye dropped to her back to let the boot sail over the tip of her nose.
Still horizontal, Sanders pointed to her right temple, letting everyone know how smart she was, not realizing Harley Jo’s slammed on the brakes and was standing next to her with a smirk. The tall brunette took flight, long legs extended, and dropped a guillotine of both limbs, one crashing across Kylie’s chest, the other across her throat. The former leader of the Kylie Corps spasmed beneath Collins’ stems, falling still in a pinning predicament for…
ONE…
TWO…
Ky managed to roll a shoulder up, pushing off HJC’s gams. But the seemingly unstoppable Tennessee Terror scrambled to her haunches next to the moaning blonde, fashioned her right hand into a set of talons and DUG the tips DEEP into the ivory-skinned flesh of Kylie’s taut belly. Collins flexed her digits into the alabaster expanse of Ky’s tummy. The heinous Hawkeye pulled at her silvery bob to spread the pain, but Collins’ expert ab work was taking its toll on the writhing title holder.
“Surrender Sanders,” HJC insisted. “Or I’ll pluck out your liver and stuff it down your throat.”
“FUHHAHHHHHH!”
Ky’s expletive was edited by another forceful clench of the anguish-inducing, gut-churning claw. Sanders fruitlessly wrapped her palms around Harley Jo’s wrist, but was unable to remove the burrowing fingers.
Torn between her worry over a championship blowout and her outright dread over confronting an ab-shredding murder machine like Harley Jo Collins, Jasmine hurried around the ring to take up residence on the side closest to her partner in crime. “C’MON KY!” she barked after smacking the apron a few times. “Show this Deliverance reject what it means to be a champion!”
In the ring Collins pressed down that much harder, her five-tined encroachment drawing another guttural wail from the Pleasant Valley Pariah. Enjoying the noise, Harley Jo flipped hair out of her eyes to better focus on J-Dogg. “Why don’t you get in this ring and show me yourself, little girl?”
Not about to take that sort of sass from anyone, especially not some back-up dancer in a Florida-Georgia Line video, Jasmine leapt onto the apron and climbed to the bottom rope. “You want some of this, whitebread? Why don’t you come on over here and see what it costs your narrow ass!?”
The Vicious Volunteer made as if to rise, then forced even more weight down on Sanders’s abused tummy. “I believe there’s a lost child on the apron, Algernon.” HJC noted in the midst of another long squeeeeeeeeeeze. “Would you be so kind as to tend to her while I conclude my work?”
Carpenter was loathe to leave his charges unattended, yet Jasmine showed no signs of returning to the floor so he got up and strode over to the strands. “All right Jas, hop down.”
“And what if I don’t Mr. Man?” she sneered. “You gonna disqualify Chilly?”
“Hardly. I’ll just send you to the back… and bar you from future title defenses.”
Washington skewered him with a hateful scowl. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me.”
Jasmine sloooooooowly raised her hands and dropped to the floor, though this went all but unnoticed by the FAWN faithful as they were too busy bombarding Kylie with a thunderous ‘TAP! TAP! TAP!’ chant. Writhing like a snake with a broken back, Sanders did indeed raise her right hand and let it hang in the air while she marshaled the last of her res-“ERRRRGGHHH!” Rather than surrender, Kylie balled that hand into a fist and jabbed her thumb into Harley Jo’s right eye! Belly Claw forgotten in a blink, Collins pressed a palm to her welling peeper and turned around even as she made it to one knee.
Freedom from the challenger’s talon brought almost made Sanders retch when she sat up, but the Pernicious Platinum Pixie held it in with a show of will unfathomable to anyone born outside the confines of the Hawkeye State. Forcing herself to stand a heartbeat before Al finished scolding Jasmine, Sanders stumbled over to the penitent Volunteer and slapped on a Front Facelock. A foe in such a vulnerable position usually meant a whole lotta talk from the former World Champion, yet Ky didn’t say so much as a word before she kicked her right foot forward and laid out on her back to THWHONK the crown of Collins’s skull into the mat.
KNEELING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fC75oEjq_2Y
The Snap DDT bounced HJC’s noggin hard enough to roll her over onto her back, saving Sanders the energy of shooting a Half Nelson en route to a Crossbody good for…
ONE…
Roars from the crowd and incredulity from H&B when Harley Jo shoved her way to a seat almost simultaneous with ONE!
“HIT HER AGAIN!” Jasmine shouted in response to Kylie’s wide eyed consternation. “YA GOTTA KEEP HITTIN’ HER, CHILLY!”
Kylie nodded once, took a couple of steps back, then rushed forward and THWHACKED a huge Soccer Kick between the brunette’s shoulders! “Yeah, you like that sweetheart?” Sanders sneered in response to Collins’s arched back. “Here, have another!” She whipped around, ran the ropes and came back with a full head of steam which the blonde used to power the Low Dropkick she THWHAPPED against the base of Harley Jo’s skull!
The Destroyer’s head snapped forward and the rest of her followed behind, Collins rolling to all fours as she tried to clear the cobwebs. Hands on her hips, Sanders treated herself to a deep breath before ‘flicking’ her trunks into place. “That’s what you get, hillbilly.” the blonde huffed at her woozy challenger. “If you put your dirty little fingers on my abs again I’ll snap them off and feed them to--” Collins grunted and rose to one knee far more quickly than the champ would’ve liked. Acting without actually thinking, Sanders charged and brought her right knee up with a short, vicious Kneelift that THWHONKED against the side of Harley Jo’s skull.
SHORT KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9c9y6m-AxyI
The Tennessee Terror crumpled onto her back and looked quite vulnerable as Sanders circled back around in search of a-- Ky drew up short as HJC turned onto her belly and rose to her knees. Lips pursed in irritation, FAWN’s Most Hated hit the ropes on Collins’s six but rather than double dip on a Dropkick she palmed the back of Harley’s noggin in one hand, then hopped up and came down on her butt to THWHUNK the challenger’s forehead into the thinly-sheathed canvas. Down on all fours beside the flattened brunette, Sanders wedged her head into Collins’s ribs and shoveled her onto her back so she could flop down on her chest in a miniature Splash good for the…
LOW BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oGH0YNvi-YU
ONE…
Harley Jo braced one hand against the champ’s chest, the other against her midsection and pushed up in a sort of bench press that sent Sanders a good three feet into the air! Retaining enough wherewithal to come down on one knee to save her abs from more punishment, Kylie scrambled to boot-leather and glanced at Jasmine with a ‘what the hell do I DO?’ sort of look on her face.
As mystified as her partner at how to keep the big freak down, Washington started to shrug, then brought one leg up and smacked her knee. “Drop the pad! Drop the pad and keep on hittin’ her, girl!”
Sanders did as bade, quickly tugging down her left kneepad before she closed on the recovering Volunteer. Securing Collins’s head in a snug S-Grip, Ky raised her bared knee and wedged it against the side of her opponent’s noggin. Then she rose onto tiptoe and laid out on her back ring the southerner’s bell with a picture perfect ‘Greetings from Pleasant Valley’. Harley Jo slopped to her back for the second time in less than a minute and Sanders went for yet another pin, the tenacious champion hooking the far leg and threading her left leg under the brunette’s near knee in hopes of getting the…
GREETINGS FROM PLEASANT VALLEY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NKYGLhSKNqU
ONE…
TWO…
Collins powered out at ‘TWO!’ but Kylie still treated it like the nearest of near falls. “Oh yeah, gettin’ closer now, hillbilly.” Sanders chided as she dragged the brunette to a rough seat. “Hope you don’t mind going to sleep without a moonshine hangover!” With that she laced her left arm around Harley’s neck and gripped her own right bicep while cupping her right hand against the base of Collins’s skull. “Ask her! ASK HER!” Kylie demanded to Carpenter as she wrenched the Sleeper back n’ forth. “C’mon, everyone knows this cornpone piece of crap can’t hang with WHOOOOAAAAAAH!” Harley rolled onto all fours with Sanders desperately strengthening her hooks with a snug Bodyscissors. “Nice try, bytch.” she hissed in Collins’s ear. “But you’re not getting anywhere near my IC DAMMIT!”
Harley Jo powered her way to verticality and looped her arms around the blonde’s knees to keep her firmly in place as she set her sights on a corner on the far side of the ring.
If Sanders had more than a stylish bob of platinum, her hair would swing to and fro with the shake of her head in disbelief Collins could power up. Her Sleeper clamped on as tight as her straining biceps allow, Ky’s perfect pearlies clenched as she tried to cut whatever blood flow remained to the Volunteer’s brain.
There’s a shake in the long tanned stem of the Tennessee Terror but just as quickly they’re pumping. Collins carried Kylie across the canvas and leapt into a spinning splash, sandwiching the Intercontinental champion between her back and the buckles. The impact loosened the Hawkeye’s grip to the point Sanders’ arms hang limply over the brunette’s shoulders.
HJ thrust her hips and backside in arears, impaling the diminutive Kylie so much her body was folded between the top and middle ropes before melting back out only to take another similar booty jab deep into her belly, a third liquefying the champ to her haunches.
Glancing over her shoulder with a Cheshire grin, Harley Jo sinks her right set of nails into Ky’s silvery crop to keep her from fainting to the canvas. Collins turned to a worried Wash.
“Narrow ass? Let’s show this troll some hillbilly milkshake.”
“Don’t you even think…” Jasmine shouted in a fury.
An unconcerned Harley Jo sent her backside into Kylie’s elfin features, stuffing Sanders’ nose into the thinly-sheathed crack. Kylie flailed frantically, arms waving wildly, mug buried in an Appalachian hollow.
Collins beamed as the crowd gave her an echoing ovation for the humiliation of FAWN’s most infamous traitor. She finally pulled Ky’s face free of the butt-scrubbing and tugged the title holder to her feet, Sanders rubbery legs sending her backpedaling drunkenly into a neutral corner. The platinum pixie threw an arm over the top rope on either side and sputtered, face greasy from her stay in the humid confines of HJC’s rear.
Harley Jo turned and was on her foe in an instant. She scooped the Pleasant Valley Pariah off her feet and sat her on the top buckle then landed a forearm blast to Kylie’s still rosy abdomen, doubling over the flagging champion. Spinning away from the doubled blonde, the Rocky Top Trooper tugged Ky onto her right shoulder, wrapping an arm around the roiling midriff of her rival.
Stretching out the frame of the platinum blonde as far from the uppermost strand as she’s able, Harley Jo dropped to her knees and BUSTED the gut of the IC belt holder.
OVER THE SHOULDER GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pqcHlDKXMJU
Kylie tumbled over to her back and hugged her tummy like she’s trying to hold her internal organs in place. Meanwhile, the challenger pushed wearily to her feet, Collins dripping perspiration from every flawless pore, Sanders’s ability to take punishment wearing on the bigger brunette more than any offense Ky has occasionally derived.
Collins took a breather as the eviscerated blonde groaned her way to hands and knees. On the outside, Jasmine pleaded with Chill to light a fire and when HJC began to haul Kylie to her feet, Sanders DROVE an elbow into the belly of the stooped brunette. The Tennessee Terror shuddered after a second and a third dropped the arms of the challenger to her sides.
“YASS,” Washington shouted as Chill continued to show signs of life.
The champ raced to the ropes in front of the bent Collins. The black-n-gold flash rebounded and SPEARED the tanned expanse of Harley Jo’s abdomen, folding the bigger brunette around her right shoulder then PLANTING Collins to the canvas emphatically.
The Volunteer’s size prevents the attack from being a full-on De-Cleater but Ky was on all fours next to a gasping, horizontal challenger nevertheless. Burned by going for pins previously and being shown up by the powerful Collins, Sanders opted to roll HJC to her chest and climbed aboard in a reverse straddle of Harley Jo’s waist. Raising her right hand high and clenching it into a claw brought a reflexive chant of “FARM HAND” from former members of Kylie’s long since disbanded Corps.
Like the brunette’s pincers before her, Kylie sent five stilettos DEEP into her foe’s flesh, but Ky’s forte veered away from the tummy and instead she dug into the nerve bundle just below the curve of Harley’s gluteus on her left side. Digging in and gnawing away with her signature Hammy Clamp, Kylie hoarsely called for the contender’s surrender.
“Give it up, hillbilly. Or I’ll make you a cripple in addition to the moron you already are.”
HJC spread the anguish, yanking at her long dark locks. She shook her head violently when Carpenter asked if she wanted to forsake the rest of her title opportunity.
Kylie pressed her left palm atop the clenching right and leeeaned into her Farm Hand. The blonde could feel Collins’ body tense, her abused lower limb spasming.
“I SAID. GIVUHHH…”
Ky’s demand was cut short when the brunette’s free leg whipped up and the heel CLACKED into Sanders’ left temple. The heinous Hawkeye’s hazel peepers went glassy and she tumbled to her side, HJC’s hammy UNclamped. The women ended on their backs, side by side, head to toes, the toll of the battle wearing on each, the FAWNatics affording the combatants a well-deserved “THIS IS AWESOME” chant.
It’s the Pernicious Platinum Pixie who sat up first, but Collins quickly joined her, the women staring at each other blankly before a sneer creases Vanilla Chill’s lips and she forced up while HJC remains stuck massaging her left hamstring back to a level that could support her.
Sanders claimed a handful of Collins’ long dark locks and hauled the challenger to her knees. She then greeted her foe with a knee to the chin that left the Volunteer wobbling but kept upright by Ky’s tight grip.
“Time to take you off Rocky Top and put you in Chilly Valley,” Kylie hissed, forcing HJC to stooped feet, if the challenger didn’t want to lose a handful of hair.
With the rocked Tennessee Terror on rubbery legs and slightly bent at the waist, Ky ducked and swung an arm through the long and tanned lower limbs of her challenger. Grunting loudly, trying to respond to Jasmine’s call to “Drive the bytch home”, Sanders lifted Harley Jo halfway to a Fireman’s Carry before failing, forced by her foe’s mass and her weakened state to set HJC back on the canvas.
Ky bowed her back and threw all her reserves into the second effort and sure enough, Kylie launched Harley up and across her shoulders, but only just barely and only for a split-second, the blonde losing her grip as the bigger Collins slid down her back.
From the champ’s six, HJC slipped her head under Ky’s near arm, wrapped her near arm around Sanders’ back and opposite shoulder and scooped the diminutive Kylie off her feet under her near leg. The power of Collins again on display, Harley Jo drew the Hawkeye horizontal across her chest, Kylie’s front side displayed to the roaring throngs as the FAWNatics sensed a fateful event.
It quickly came to pass as Harley Jo swung Kylie’s body out to her left then pivoted, genuflected and absolutely IMPALED Kylie with a Catatonic Gutbuster.
CATATONIC GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z6FWL_TOSp4
Sanders acted as if she had 10,000 volts sent through her system, wrapping both arms around her demolished ivory-skinned abdomen as her legs flopped with no rhyme or reason.
A supremely satisfied Collins slid down next to the Pleasant Valley Pariah, fully flattens the elfin blonde beneath and called for her title-winning count.
Al dropped to the canvas next to the combatants and slapped for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
J-Dogg screamed out Chill had a leg on the ropes and the ref’s glance to confirm showed it true, his third slap falling an inch short of the canvas. Little did Carpenter understand Jasmine laid the limp limb of the defeated champion on the cable, saving her partner from certain defeat and losing the IC gold. For the moment.
More irritated than frustrated by Jasmine’s near certain interference, Collins grabbed Sanders by the scruff of the neck and climbed to her feet while hauling the champ off the deck in stages. Internal works gummed by the nauseating force of the last Gutbuster, Ky could only paw and push at the big brunette’s tummy as Harley Jo stuffed her into a Standing Headscissors. Using the blonde’s waistband as a guide, Collins turned them in a half circle so the Iowan’s rump was pointed in Jas’s direction. “Been making a real big noise all night, puppy.” the Witch of Razorback Holler noted. “Sure you don’t wanna come on up and give it a whirl? I’m sure Kylie’d let ya spell her for a while.” She punctuated this observation with a quick, violent tug on the blonde’s defenseless briefs.
Washington crowded against the apron, though she made no move to get inside. “You just better pray I DON’T get in that ring, baby. Unless you’re lookin’ to get embarrassed that much worse.”
Harley Jo shrugged, cinched her arms around Kylie’s waist. “Suit yourself.” With that she dipped her knees and whipped Sanders up onto her shoulders, a position she occupied for perhaps a second before the Tennessee Terror took a step back and tossed the IC Champ into a brutal freefall that ended when Ky THAWHAMMED down flat on the back of her head and shoulders.
JACKKNIFE POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=y0LsNaoxH6o
Sanders bounced up and flopped over onto her stomach so bonelessly the crowd KNEW she was done, yet HJC didn’t bother to go for a cover. Instead she pulled the Pleasant Valley Pariah up by one wrist and sent her rushing to the other side of the ring with an Irish Wh--NO! Collins reeled Kylie back the way she’d came, switched over to a grip on the back of the neck and used all that momentum to sling Vanilla Chill over the top rope in an impromptu Plancha that brought her down full force on an unsuspecting J-Dogg!
“Was that really necessary, Harl?” Al asked as the lanky brunette climbed over the ropes and dropped to the floor.
“Probably not.” she answered after helping herself to a handful of Jasmine’s hair. “Neither is this. But it’ll keep her out of my business… and get me back on pay-per-view a little quicker.”
Carpenter didn’t much like the sound of that, alas his disquiet wasn’t nearly enough to stop Collins from forcing Jasmine into the same Standing Headscissors that Kylie so recently occupied. But instead of finding herself in a traditional Powerbomb stall, Washington was bent awkwardly over the Destroyer’s left shoulder, at least until Harley Jo gripped her biceps and hoisted her up in gorgeous Crucifix. The FAWNatics buzzed over Jasmine’s impending demise, then let out an astonished roar when the Vicious Volunteer raced down the narrow aisle to toss J-Dogg clear over the first two rows of fans! Making no effort to hide her delight after the weaponized H&B’er scattered most of rows three and four, Harley Jo cupped one hand to her ear and beamed from ear to ear over the cacophonous ‘HOLY SHYT!’ chants that filled the FAWN Arena.
BACKWOODS SOUTHERN LAWYER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ch2Uq06y1gQ
A worthy reaction no question, in fact HJC’s ejection of Jasmine would go viral less than ten minutes later, unfortunately the din of the crowd swallowed the cry of alarm raised by a few dutiful ringside FAWNatics. As of yet oblivious to the danger lurking so close, HJC clapped some invisible dust off her hands, then wheeled around in search of-- Sanders charged, LEAPT off the apron and raised her knees to waist-level, more than high enough to shins-first astride Collins’s shoulders. Harley Jo didn’t even get a chance to catch her balance, she was simply knocked over and PLANTED high and tight on the back of her head.
MANSON CRATER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8nw7nV7EoC0
Popping to her feet even as the challenger was matchbooked by the Manson Crater, Kylie stomped toward the jeering throng and barked, “THAT’S WHY I’M A LEGEND, IDIOTS! BASK IN MY GREATNESS!” She spread her arms wide so they could do just that, but of course the bipedal Central Florida refuse only greeted her with a chorus of ‘TROLL! TROLL! TROLL!’
Infuriated by their dismissal of her legacy, Sanders stormed back to Collins, snatched a double handful of hair and damned near ripped it out of her head in forcing the bigger wrestler back to her feet. “Get in there, loser!” Ky sneered as she worked to stuff the stunned southerner under the bottom rope like the world’s biggest, most awkward bag of laundry. Eventually tenacity won out and Sanders dove after her, the Pernicious Platinum Pixie throwing herself across Collins’s chest in a greedy Crossbody good for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Harley extended one of those long legs and laid it over the bottom rope to end the count and earn a shriek of rage from the champion in a single stroke. “That’s it. You’re done. DONE!” Kylie growled as she worried at Collins like a rabid terrier on a wounded hound. Groaning in pain and rage as she finally hauled Harley Jo into a Waistlock, Kylie put all her weight against HJC’s back and plowed forward until the challenger’s chest BWUUUNGED into the top turnbuckle of the nearest corner. Bounced backward by the leftover momentum, Sanders dropped low and tumbled backward to take the Destroyer to the canvas in a perfect O’Connor roll. But instead of trying for the cover Sanders let out a banshee scream and earned a round of grudging applause when she muscled Harley Jo off the mat and THWHUMPED her down with a beautiful German Suplex!
OVER & DONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lzAWQaZuTyE
The most senior members of the disbanded Corps actually urged their former heroine to go for a pin and were slightly disappointed when Sanders released the bridge and rolled to the far corner where she curled up in a tight ball. “Aaaawww dammit, my ribs! I think I cracked a rib!”
Immediately concerned for his charge, Al hurried in to check on the champ and was so focused on his ministrations that he didn’t notice Sanders’s left hand twitching in a subtle but unmistakable sign of beckoning.
Thus distracted by the possible injury, the capacity crowd was taken by surprise when a figure leapt over the barricade and slid into the squared circle. Dressed in snug black jeans and a wash-faded Huggable & Crushable hoodie (with said hood pulled high and tight of course), the faceless intruder reached into their jacket and produced what could only be a roll of quarters. Curling her left fist around the weapon, she hurried over to Harley Jo, who’d just risen to all fours. PWUNK! Ky’s benefactor drilled a single punch into the side of the challenger’s head, then dropped low and barrel rolled under the bottom rope with Carpenter none the wiser.
Careful to hold the official’s attention until the coast was clear, Sanders abruptly grabbed the middle rope and hauled herself to verticality, though she made sure to add an appropriately wrenching shriek to her performance. Tottering over to the disheveled Destroyer, Kylie peeled her off the mat, then dropped to one knee and let Collins collapse across her shoulders instead of actually hoisting her into the Fireman’s Carry. Of course that meant she had to muscle HJC up from a near squat, but Sanders did just that even if the lift almost made her knees buckle. Tipping Collins to the right as soon as she was in place, Kylie laid out on her side and THWHUNKED the brunette down flat with a picture perfect Chilly Valley Driver.
CHILLY VALLEY DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5I-AD6uyIk4
Collapsing atop her prey in an exhausted Back Press, Sanders found the energy to hook the near leg and draw it close while Al counted off…
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Kylie let go and laid back across Collins’s gulping midsection, the battered but victorious blonde too wore out to even raise a hand when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… and STILL the FAWN Intercontinental Champion, KYLIE SANDERS!”
Carpenter shouted at Kylie to get off the waylaid challenger, not wanting any extracurricular activity on his watch.
The exhausted Sanders looked up at the man and could only manage, “Seriously?”
Ky lifted a hand in Al’s direction.
“You want me off, help me off.”
The official clasped Sanders’ palm and tugged her to vertical as, removed from the squared circle, the blonde in the hoodie strode to the timekeeper’s table and collected the belt for the victor.
In the ring, reaching her feet, the heinous Hawkeye DROVE a toe kick deep into Carpenter’s gut, doubling the man over and, before he can reverse his decision, PLANTED him into the deck with a snappy DDT, Al tumbling over to an insensate spreadeagle.
“That’s what you get for barking orders, bozo,” a seated Kylie growls.
Outside, the ejected Jasmine climbed her way to the fan’s side of the barricade, still wobbly from being treated like a javelin by the defeated challenger. Washington held out her hand for a little assistance from the Huggable & Crushable fan and was stone cold ignored, the interloper moving to the apron, hopping up, and sliding through the ropes to the jeers of the crowd.
Meeting dead center, as some thoughtful FAWN flunkys pulled Collins and Carpenter out of the ring, Kylie accepted her belt with one hand and brushed the hoodie off the noggin of her benefactor to show…KRISTY SANDERS!
KRISTY SANDERS:
Kylie’s cousin was grinning from ear to ear and wrapped her kin with an embrace, Ky beaming within the arms of her once upon a time less than kissing cousin but also fellow tag team champion as members of Krazy K
.
Apparently with bygones being bygones and with Kristy providing much needed muscle in exchange for the relevance of being inside Kylie’s orbit, Sanders the Original and Sanders Part Deux shared a high five after breaking apart, Kristy then holding the Intercontinental champ’s free hand high.
Arriving late to the party, J-Dogg took her place at Kylie’s right, relieving the platinum pixie of her gold so she could strap it around the champ’s alabaster waist. Jazzy then lifted Kylie’s right hand, the three women in a united front, the Iowan’s position all the more secure, there seemingly no doubt Sanders could blaze a trail through a summer’s worth of competitors to land her featured role at FAWNamania.
Kristy, in possession of a mic, handed it over to her cousin.
“Nothing like family!” Ky roared over the crowd’s efforts to drown her out. “Or friends,” Sanders quickly added, patting Wash on the back.
“Hot, Bad and Bothered? Da Man don’t know what to do about us and neither do any of those bums backstage. Go back to the Holler!” Sanders shouted to a retreating Harley Jo, Collins helped to the back. Sanders returned her focus to the lens in front of her.
“Oh and Demetria. It was nice. But bytch you just ain’t ghetto enough. Consider yourself shytcanned. Maybe Bates is hiring wherever she’s hiding out these days. For us, sky’s the limit, losers. Ain’t nobody going to avoid Da Chill anymore.”
Kylie drops the mic and heads for the exit with reinforcements on either side. She’d scraped by, survived like a silver-haired cockroach, but was now seemingly stronger than ever.
SHINE DOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xACHH5-QwY
HARLEY JO COLLINS:
Accompanied by Godsmack and her ever present smirk, the Tennessee Terror pushed the curtain aside and offered the crowd a little salute before turning her attention to the squared circle. Amused by the idea of claiming FAWN gold from a mouse that favored herself a villain, the Destroyer class brunette allowed herself a small smile before starting down the ramp. As per the usual, Collins wore a pair of ancient denim overalls that were mostly there to serve as safe passage for her libation of choice. Speaking of which, Harley reached into the back pocket of her denim, removed a bottle of Fireball and treated herself to a healthy slug in honor of the soon to be late Kylie Sanders.
Already loud, the capacity crowd amped it up that much more when the lanky brunette put a hand to one shoulder and undid the clasps on the overalls, leaving them in a puddle at her feet. Stripped to the essentials, she wore a black fightin’ rumble-kini, white pads and ‘Stars and Bars’ patterned boots. From there she slid under the bottom rope, pushed to her feet and strode to the middle of the ring. Arms spread wide, Collins turned in a circle that ended with her facing the hard camera. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.” she purred to the champ. “I’ve been dying to feel the Chill… squirm in my grasp.”
Just behind the curtain, a platinum blonde pixie had her hazel peepers glued to the monitor as Collins owned the ring, looking confident and powerful.
KYLIE SANDERS:
“Was this a mistake?” Sanders asked the screen before turning to her partner. “People gave my shyt for going small versus Dawson but that bytch is...”
Sanders’ voice cracked and dropped to a whisper.
“Ain’t Chill,” Jasmine finished. “She ain’t never been what you are and she ain’t never gonna be.”
JASMINE WASHINGTON:
“Let’s just stay on the same page, Dogg. Vanilla Chill can’t be dissed by hick from the Holler”
Jasmine nodded at the FAWN original.
“I gotcha,” Washington assures. “Like I always do. She ain’t no thang”
The Hawkeye gave the faceplate of the Intercontinental belt strapped around her waist a slap then headed through the curtain when Iggy and Charlie belt H&B’s anthem ‘Fancy’ throughout the arena.
FANCY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w
Chill and J-Dogg strode to center stage, Washington at the champ’s right hand.
Kylie’s title gold prompted a makeover. Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sported a unique, multi-strapped yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads.
CHILLY GEAR:
www.yandy.com/Multi-Strapped-Microfiber-Sports-Bra.php
On the FAWNtron behind her, ‘VANILLA CHILL IN DA HOUSE BYTCHES!’ appeared in ten-foot high, gold letters. Jazzy showed Sanders off, the Nubian beauty raising a wrist of the former fan favorite, the boos falling like a downpour.
Vanilla Chill had a hard time concentrating on Orlando’s lowlifes as the women headed down the ramp and aisle together, so focused was she on the lanky brunette in the ring. But Washington still managed to talk shyt about everyone and everything, including Harley Jo.
Reaching the squared circle, Sanders dabbed her partner, the Hawkeye sharing a moment with her teammate. The elfin blonde then turned a stern gaze to the multitudes heaping their disdain and tossing less than complimentary remarks at the turncoat.
Becoming agitated when a ‘TROLL’ chant broke out, Kylie headed up the steps, leaving J-Dogg to her station on the outside, Washington dressed in a tiny black hoodie, (black version of the following: i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/biggerb/Jasmine-clothing.jpg~original ), the grappler snapping her head back to clear the hood from her cranium and shoulder-length ebony locks. Beneath Jazzy wears camo boy-cut trunks which accentuated her bootylicious backside.
JAZZY GEAR:
s2.photobucket.com/user/biggerb/media/Jasmine-clothing%20below.jpg.html
As Sanders moved to the middle, the Announcer picks up his cue.
“AND her opponent. From da space where Da Man ain’t got no place…standing five feet four inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twelve pounds…FAWN’s Intercontinental Champion…Vanilla Chill…Kylie Sanders!”
Ky, stick already in hand, waved at the crowd to shut the hell up. They only turned up the volume of their hatred. Sanders shoved the belt overhead and the “TROLL” chant started anew. The Pleasant Valley Pariah went from flushed to furious.
“I’d rather be a troll than…from Tennessee!” Kylie screamed.
“Good thing you are one then, darlin‘,” Collins drawled in an exaggerated manner.
The brunette pulled a troll doll from behind her back, one with platinum blonde hair no less, and tossed it to Kylie.
“Got it at Stuckey’s.”
The FAWNatics grew positively thunderous.
A flustered Sanders threw the doll into the third row and dropped the microphone, drawing a momentary cheer, but the chant quickly returns, Kylie covering her ears and pitching a fit.
Sanders stomps to her corner. With Jasmine on the apron, Wash fashioned her hands into muffs placed over Kylie’s, trying to prevent Chill from the audible assault.
“SHUT YO DAMN MOUTHS!” J-Dogg insisted, but the assembled chanted on until Washington removed her covering, dropped to the floor and the official called for the bell.
Kylie came out of her corner with the opening CLANG, the Intercontinental Champion making an aggressive effort to claim the center of the ring before her Destroyer class adversary. “C’mon Collins, don’t keep me waiting!” Sanders barked. “You think I’m scared of you? Bytch please, I took down Trisha Belle without breaking a sweat!”
Languid as always, Harley Jo treated herself to a final stretch before pushing off the buckles. She’d made it all of three steps when Jasmine hopped onto the apron to her left and mounted the bottom rope. “And don’t even think of trying any of those cheap, country-fried tricks, beeyotch!” Washington snapped. “Hot and Bothered are WAAAAY too smart to fall for any of that shiz-it!”
The Tennessee Terror swung in her direction and was moderately impressed when J-Dogg didn’t immediately drop to the floor. “What was that, honey?” the challenger chided. “I tend to hear better when people say things to my--” she would’ve said ‘face’ if a warning from the crowd hadn’t alerted her to incoming treachery. Not that Collins needed the heads up. She’d caught motion out of the corner of her eye, meaning the big brunette had more than enough time to whip around and THWHUMP a short Shoulderblock into Kylie’s sternum!
Her preemptive Double Axehandle forgotten in an instant, Ky bounced off the taller woman, flew backward and landed hard on her butt only to somersault to all fours. “What kind of cheap crap is that!” Jasmine snarled from her place on the apron. “Bytch, you better look at me when I ask you a questNNNNNNGGHHHH!”
Harley Jo whipped around and THWHACKED a Big Boot off the side of Jazzy’s unsuspecting face! Resting her elbows on the top rope after Washington vacated her spot for a new residence stretched out on the floor, Collins asked, “You sure you want my attention, big doGNNNGGHH!”
Kylie’s second blindside gambit proved more effective than the first as she came in low and fast with a Chopblock that spiked the back of her opponent’s right knee! The presence of the strands ensured HJC only took a knee, but that was still enough to make Sanders the taller of the two so the champ took it upon herself to unleash no less than half a dozen overhand Forearm Smashes that THWHAPPED across the brunette’s strong shoulders. Such heavy shellac would’ve put any light or middleweight on all fours but Harley Jo only growled, stuffed a hand against Sanders’s midsection and created some space with a rough shove.
“Oh, I don’t THINK SO!” the blonde snarled after she caught her balance. Rushing in as Collins worked to recover her wits, the IC champ grabbed the middle rope in both hands and jerked it forward so that the rubber-coated steel smacked Harley across the bridge of the nose! The Vicious Volunteer cried out and started to rise only for Sanders to snatch a double handful of hair so she could force her throat down onto the middle strand.
“Don’t get up on my account, cupcake. I insist.” Ky teased as she took the top rope in both hands and braced her right knee against the base of her opponent’s neck. Then she hopped up and bore down, the crafty veteran putting every bit of her weight into the blatant stranglehold. “What, you thought this opossum raising freak was gonna make me sweat?” Kylie snapped at the jeering fans. “Yeah right! I deal with losers like her every day!”
KNEE-PRESSED ROPE CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ReDYB2rqxlc
The blonde’s diatribe might’ve gone on for quite a bit longer if Al Carpenter hadn’t come over and tapped the champ on the shoulder. “That’s enough Kylie. Get her off the ropes.”
Sanders gave him a bored, disdainful look. “It’s enough when I say it’s enough. But since I hate to hear a grown man whine…” She got down from her rasping perch, grabbed a double handful of hair and hauled Collins to her feet. “Up, big girl. I’m not finished with you yet.”
Harley Jo obeyed with little more than a grunt, thus allowing Sanders to abandon the hair-hold in favor of claiming the brunette’s right ankle. Folding Collins’s leg so that her heel was pressed against her butt, the Heretical Hawkeye wedged her head under Harley’s right arm and -- “Eeeeerrrrgggggghhhh!”
The planned Shinbreaker hit a snag when HJC simply clamped down on Sanders’s noggin in an especially snug Side Headlock. “Let go!” Ky demanded even as she tugged and wrenched on the larger woman’s leg. “Don’t make me tell you NGH!”
Harley Jo relinquished the Headlock only to palm the back of Kylie’s noggin like a basketball. Then she wrenched her leg free of the blonde’s grasp and emphatically drove Sanders’s forehead into her knee! Kylie rocked back on her heels, stumbled, caught herself and swung a Haymaker at the brunette’s jaw! This proved a questionable decision, as Collins hooked her right arm under the champ’s champ’s left bicep and palmed the back of her head for the second time in less than a minute. Twisting around so they were pointed toward the whole of the ring, Harley Jo pumped a quick Kneelift into Ky’s midsection before she asked, “Still want me to let you go?”
“Yuhhh… you’re going to regret this you moonshine swilling WHOOAAAAHH UUUGGGGGHHHH!”
The Tennessee Terror gripped her foe under the other arm, took two giant steps forward and damn near hurled her all the way across the ring with a huge Biel Throw!
Kylie hit flat, bounced up at once and backpedaled into the opposite corner. “Time out!” Sanders called to Al. “Time out, I wasn’t reaOOOOFFFFFHHHHH!”
Harley Jo charged in just SMASHED Kylie against the corner with an Avalanche Splash where the challenger didn’t even have to leave her feet! “Sorry, sweetness.” Collins murmured as she took the Iowan’s head in her hands. “Can’t call for a time out after you jump me. Not ‘til I’ve put a few miles on ya, anyway.”
Sanders didn’t like the sound of that one bit, but she wasn’t in any position to stop the big brunette from marching her out into the center of the ring. Forcing Ky’s head between her thighs for a Standing Scissors, Collins leaned over, wrapped her arms around the blonde’s midsection and muscled her up onto one shoulder like she was nothing more than a bag of leaves. Canadian Backbreakers were impressive enough on their own, this one grew all the more so when Harley began to whirl around in a circle like it was an Airplane Spin! Kylie wailed and kicked, putting everything she could into ending the painful predicament, alas she stayed mired in Collins’s grip even after the Destroyer brought the ride to a stop.
SPINNING CANADIAN BACKREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7EteHJ5Q9_k
“Ready to hand over that belt, Sanders?” Harley Jo asked after she’d dug her knotted hands deep into the pit of her opponent’s stomach.
Kylie shook her head ‘no’ at once. “Not a chance, hillbilly! I’ll never give the gold to a filthy degenerate like NNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!”
The Witch of Razorback Holler leapt into the air and came down on her knees with Sanders still stretched over her shoulder, meaning the FAWN original was almost bent in half on impact! Bounced free of her tormentor’s clutches, Kylie landed hard on her shoulder and hip before tumbling onto her stomach only for HJC to bull her onto her back and climb aboard for a snug Crossbody! Hooking the far leg tight, Collins ground her other forearm into the champion’s jaw to provide an unpleasant distraction during Al’s count of…
DIRT ROAD DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nBJeEyq-XJE
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TWO…
A shoulder was lifted by the wincing platinum blonde to prevent the early exit. Collins raggedly pulled Sanders into a seated position, slapping on a tight Headlock and grinding away like she’s trying to remove head from shoulders.
As Kylie worked to wriggle free, the considerably bigger brunette rattled Ky’s noggin from side to side while adding a crushing Bodyscissors, the Tennessee Terror’s long tanned stems pressing tight into Sanders’ ribs. With Kylie locked down, Collins dropped to her back and elevated Kylie HIGH above. Ky’s hazel eyes filled with dread, Harley Jo thrust her pelvis up, forward then down, SPIKING Kylie’s tailbone into the canvas with a Keester Bounce.
The crowd erupted with delight as Sanders’ hands shot toward her aching behind, the champ yelping in pain then screeching out a staccato burst of ‘no’s when HJ lifted her and repeated the process a second and third time, these iterations done with a Full Nelson that didn’t allow the Pleasant Valley Pariah to massage her bum after the rattling landings.
Eyes welling, Ky pleaded for an end to the ‘bouncing’ as Jasmine ran a set of fingers through her ebony locks with worry on the outside.
“C’mon Chill,” she shouted. “Don’t let that gangly cracka from Hog Hollow diss my gurl.”
Harley Jo unwrapped her Scissors and drew Sanders in a half back somersault over her pivoting frame, the brunette stacking Ky on her shoulders, the Iowan bicycling her legs in the air for the…
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FAWN’s Most Hated tumbled over, ending on all fours. She scrambled to her feet and backpedaled to a corner, one hand kneading her bum, the other shooting an imploring palm toward the charging Collins. HJC paid it no heed and CRUSHED the diminutive champion under a tanned wall of flesh, Ky disappearing for a moment under another Avalanche Splash. Collins bounced away from the impact, leaving a flaccid but still vertical Sanders in her wake.
The vivacious Volunteer strolled to the middle, leading the crowd in an ovation before turning to find the struggling Sanders climbing to a seat on the top buckle. Collins hustled to the champ before she could get set and interrupted any flight Ky might’ve had planned.
Instead, Harley Jo shows off her remarkable strength advantage over the titleholder, lifting the silvery-bobbed grappler overhead with a MILITARY PRESS. Sky high, Kylie shook her head vigorously, again reflexively begging the challenger for a soft landing.
Harley Jo carried her foe to the center of the ring then let the dead weight drop to bended knee, impaling Kylie’s abs with a gutbuster that has Sanders on her back, shifting from side to side, hugging her tummy and retching.
MILITARY PRESS GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JmOcLqICbPo
Collins passed on a pin but she’s on Sanders in an instant, latching onto the head of the waylaid platinum blonde and tugging the groaning Sanders to her feet. Moving her grip to a wrist, she bullied Ky into a set of ropes and flung her with an Irish Whip. As the heinous Hawkeye was about to hit the cables, HJC sprinted toward her foe. She lifted a Big Boot, but there’s no chin with which to connect, as Jasmine’s wrapped an arm around Kylie’s ankles and pulled her to the canvas in order to tug her to safety.
Hot & Bothered met in a tight Bear Hug, J-Dogg protective of her gurl, Washington whispering into the champ’s ear. But the Tennessee Terror wasn’t ready for a coffee break. She turned to the opposite ropes and hit them hard, regaining her momentum. Returning, she skidded into a Baseball Slide under the bottom strand, her boot soles THUMPING into the tag partners and sending them flying. Jasmine and Kylie BWAAANGED into the steel barricade behind them, each woman crashing against the steel at the base of their spines. They slid down to aching seats on the floor in unison.
Landing on her feet after the impact, the Volunteer en fuego had her choice of H&B but kept to the task at hand, plucking the pouting champion off her backside. Getting Ky to her feet wasn’t enough for the rampaging challenger. She dipped and wrapped her arms around the midriff of the elfin blonde from in front before squeezing tight. A burst of an exhale explodes from Kylie’s lips over HJC’s shoulder as she’s lifted into the air in a breathtaking embrace.
Sanders gasped for air as the ref’s count grew and Harley Jo, looking for a career signature, ragdolls the slight IC Iowan, whipping her to and fro. Ky’s arms slowly rose on either side of HJ’s head and Collins knew she a counter to preempt. Turning, she RAMMED Sanders’ spine into the mat’s edge, drawing a howl from Kylie and an end to any thought of an earringer.
Southern Discomfort stuffed a reeling Ky back into the ring, Sanders adding a few extra rolls to make space, ending in the middle of the ring. Collins climbed to the apron and got one leg through the cables when a partially recovered Jasmine snagged her by the ankle and held on tight.
Wash was finally thrown loose by a mule kick from the challenger, but the time gained allowed Kylie to get vertical and reach the half-entered brunette. Sanders thumped a side kick into the taut, tanned abdomen of the Volunteer and clasped the lowered head of Harley Jo to ‘guide’ the title threat back into the squared circle.
Pivoting to a Side Headlock on the lanky Volunteer, Ky surged forward with Collins in tow. She drew Harley Jo across the ring and leapt, both soles finding the middle cable. She guided HJC through a springboard-powered U-turn, but her Bulldog attempt was interrupted when the power-packed Terror shoved Ky off before she could be drawn to a face-first impact. Instead, it’s the Hawkeye hitting the thinly-sheathed plywood, her derriere taking a nasty collision with the boards.
After the earlier Keester Bounces, it became painfully obvious Kylie hadn’t recovered as she yelped in pain, hands burying under her backside, features twisted in pain, the champ unable to solve the riddle of the ferocity and strength of her Intercontinental contender.
As the platinum blonde tried to knead the pain out of her ass, HJC was on the move. She raced past the seated Sanders and rebounded out of the ropes in front of the champ. With Collins lining up a Soccer Kick to her pert bosom, the Hawkeye dropped to her back to let the boot sail over the tip of her nose.
Still horizontal, Sanders pointed to her right temple, letting everyone know how smart she was, not realizing Harley Jo’s slammed on the brakes and was standing next to her with a smirk. The tall brunette took flight, long legs extended, and dropped a guillotine of both limbs, one crashing across Kylie’s chest, the other across her throat. The former leader of the Kylie Corps spasmed beneath Collins’ stems, falling still in a pinning predicament for…
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Ky managed to roll a shoulder up, pushing off HJC’s gams. But the seemingly unstoppable Tennessee Terror scrambled to her haunches next to the moaning blonde, fashioned her right hand into a set of talons and DUG the tips DEEP into the ivory-skinned flesh of Kylie’s taut belly. Collins flexed her digits into the alabaster expanse of Ky’s tummy. The heinous Hawkeye pulled at her silvery bob to spread the pain, but Collins’ expert ab work was taking its toll on the writhing title holder.
“Surrender Sanders,” HJC insisted. “Or I’ll pluck out your liver and stuff it down your throat.”
“FUHHAHHHHHH!”
Ky’s expletive was edited by another forceful clench of the anguish-inducing, gut-churning claw. Sanders fruitlessly wrapped her palms around Harley Jo’s wrist, but was unable to remove the burrowing fingers.
Torn between her worry over a championship blowout and her outright dread over confronting an ab-shredding murder machine like Harley Jo Collins, Jasmine hurried around the ring to take up residence on the side closest to her partner in crime. “C’MON KY!” she barked after smacking the apron a few times. “Show this Deliverance reject what it means to be a champion!”
In the ring Collins pressed down that much harder, her five-tined encroachment drawing another guttural wail from the Pleasant Valley Pariah. Enjoying the noise, Harley Jo flipped hair out of her eyes to better focus on J-Dogg. “Why don’t you get in this ring and show me yourself, little girl?”
Not about to take that sort of sass from anyone, especially not some back-up dancer in a Florida-Georgia Line video, Jasmine leapt onto the apron and climbed to the bottom rope. “You want some of this, whitebread? Why don’t you come on over here and see what it costs your narrow ass!?”
The Vicious Volunteer made as if to rise, then forced even more weight down on Sanders’s abused tummy. “I believe there’s a lost child on the apron, Algernon.” HJC noted in the midst of another long squeeeeeeeeeeze. “Would you be so kind as to tend to her while I conclude my work?”
Carpenter was loathe to leave his charges unattended, yet Jasmine showed no signs of returning to the floor so he got up and strode over to the strands. “All right Jas, hop down.”
“And what if I don’t Mr. Man?” she sneered. “You gonna disqualify Chilly?”
“Hardly. I’ll just send you to the back… and bar you from future title defenses.”
Washington skewered him with a hateful scowl. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me.”
Jasmine sloooooooowly raised her hands and dropped to the floor, though this went all but unnoticed by the FAWN faithful as they were too busy bombarding Kylie with a thunderous ‘TAP! TAP! TAP!’ chant. Writhing like a snake with a broken back, Sanders did indeed raise her right hand and let it hang in the air while she marshaled the last of her res-“ERRRRGGHHH!” Rather than surrender, Kylie balled that hand into a fist and jabbed her thumb into Harley Jo’s right eye! Belly Claw forgotten in a blink, Collins pressed a palm to her welling peeper and turned around even as she made it to one knee.
Freedom from the challenger’s talon brought almost made Sanders retch when she sat up, but the Pernicious Platinum Pixie held it in with a show of will unfathomable to anyone born outside the confines of the Hawkeye State. Forcing herself to stand a heartbeat before Al finished scolding Jasmine, Sanders stumbled over to the penitent Volunteer and slapped on a Front Facelock. A foe in such a vulnerable position usually meant a whole lotta talk from the former World Champion, yet Ky didn’t say so much as a word before she kicked her right foot forward and laid out on her back to THWHONK the crown of Collins’s skull into the mat.
KNEELING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fC75oEjq_2Y
The Snap DDT bounced HJC’s noggin hard enough to roll her over onto her back, saving Sanders the energy of shooting a Half Nelson en route to a Crossbody good for…
ONE…
Roars from the crowd and incredulity from H&B when Harley Jo shoved her way to a seat almost simultaneous with ONE!
“HIT HER AGAIN!” Jasmine shouted in response to Kylie’s wide eyed consternation. “YA GOTTA KEEP HITTIN’ HER, CHILLY!”
Kylie nodded once, took a couple of steps back, then rushed forward and THWHACKED a huge Soccer Kick between the brunette’s shoulders! “Yeah, you like that sweetheart?” Sanders sneered in response to Collins’s arched back. “Here, have another!” She whipped around, ran the ropes and came back with a full head of steam which the blonde used to power the Low Dropkick she THWHAPPED against the base of Harley Jo’s skull!
The Destroyer’s head snapped forward and the rest of her followed behind, Collins rolling to all fours as she tried to clear the cobwebs. Hands on her hips, Sanders treated herself to a deep breath before ‘flicking’ her trunks into place. “That’s what you get, hillbilly.” the blonde huffed at her woozy challenger. “If you put your dirty little fingers on my abs again I’ll snap them off and feed them to--” Collins grunted and rose to one knee far more quickly than the champ would’ve liked. Acting without actually thinking, Sanders charged and brought her right knee up with a short, vicious Kneelift that THWHONKED against the side of Harley Jo’s skull.
SHORT KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9c9y6m-AxyI
The Tennessee Terror crumpled onto her back and looked quite vulnerable as Sanders circled back around in search of a-- Ky drew up short as HJC turned onto her belly and rose to her knees. Lips pursed in irritation, FAWN’s Most Hated hit the ropes on Collins’s six but rather than double dip on a Dropkick she palmed the back of Harley’s noggin in one hand, then hopped up and came down on her butt to THWHUNK the challenger’s forehead into the thinly-sheathed canvas. Down on all fours beside the flattened brunette, Sanders wedged her head into Collins’s ribs and shoveled her onto her back so she could flop down on her chest in a miniature Splash good for the…
LOW BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oGH0YNvi-YU
ONE…
Harley Jo braced one hand against the champ’s chest, the other against her midsection and pushed up in a sort of bench press that sent Sanders a good three feet into the air! Retaining enough wherewithal to come down on one knee to save her abs from more punishment, Kylie scrambled to boot-leather and glanced at Jasmine with a ‘what the hell do I DO?’ sort of look on her face.
As mystified as her partner at how to keep the big freak down, Washington started to shrug, then brought one leg up and smacked her knee. “Drop the pad! Drop the pad and keep on hittin’ her, girl!”
Sanders did as bade, quickly tugging down her left kneepad before she closed on the recovering Volunteer. Securing Collins’s head in a snug S-Grip, Ky raised her bared knee and wedged it against the side of her opponent’s noggin. Then she rose onto tiptoe and laid out on her back ring the southerner’s bell with a picture perfect ‘Greetings from Pleasant Valley’. Harley Jo slopped to her back for the second time in less than a minute and Sanders went for yet another pin, the tenacious champion hooking the far leg and threading her left leg under the brunette’s near knee in hopes of getting the…
GREETINGS FROM PLEASANT VALLEY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NKYGLhSKNqU
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Collins powered out at ‘TWO!’ but Kylie still treated it like the nearest of near falls. “Oh yeah, gettin’ closer now, hillbilly.” Sanders chided as she dragged the brunette to a rough seat. “Hope you don’t mind going to sleep without a moonshine hangover!” With that she laced her left arm around Harley’s neck and gripped her own right bicep while cupping her right hand against the base of Collins’s skull. “Ask her! ASK HER!” Kylie demanded to Carpenter as she wrenched the Sleeper back n’ forth. “C’mon, everyone knows this cornpone piece of crap can’t hang with WHOOOOAAAAAAH!” Harley rolled onto all fours with Sanders desperately strengthening her hooks with a snug Bodyscissors. “Nice try, bytch.” she hissed in Collins’s ear. “But you’re not getting anywhere near my IC DAMMIT!”
Harley Jo powered her way to verticality and looped her arms around the blonde’s knees to keep her firmly in place as she set her sights on a corner on the far side of the ring.
If Sanders had more than a stylish bob of platinum, her hair would swing to and fro with the shake of her head in disbelief Collins could power up. Her Sleeper clamped on as tight as her straining biceps allow, Ky’s perfect pearlies clenched as she tried to cut whatever blood flow remained to the Volunteer’s brain.
There’s a shake in the long tanned stem of the Tennessee Terror but just as quickly they’re pumping. Collins carried Kylie across the canvas and leapt into a spinning splash, sandwiching the Intercontinental champion between her back and the buckles. The impact loosened the Hawkeye’s grip to the point Sanders’ arms hang limply over the brunette’s shoulders.
HJ thrust her hips and backside in arears, impaling the diminutive Kylie so much her body was folded between the top and middle ropes before melting back out only to take another similar booty jab deep into her belly, a third liquefying the champ to her haunches.
Glancing over her shoulder with a Cheshire grin, Harley Jo sinks her right set of nails into Ky’s silvery crop to keep her from fainting to the canvas. Collins turned to a worried Wash.
“Narrow ass? Let’s show this troll some hillbilly milkshake.”
“Don’t you even think…” Jasmine shouted in a fury.
An unconcerned Harley Jo sent her backside into Kylie’s elfin features, stuffing Sanders’ nose into the thinly-sheathed crack. Kylie flailed frantically, arms waving wildly, mug buried in an Appalachian hollow.
Collins beamed as the crowd gave her an echoing ovation for the humiliation of FAWN’s most infamous traitor. She finally pulled Ky’s face free of the butt-scrubbing and tugged the title holder to her feet, Sanders rubbery legs sending her backpedaling drunkenly into a neutral corner. The platinum pixie threw an arm over the top rope on either side and sputtered, face greasy from her stay in the humid confines of HJC’s rear.
Harley Jo turned and was on her foe in an instant. She scooped the Pleasant Valley Pariah off her feet and sat her on the top buckle then landed a forearm blast to Kylie’s still rosy abdomen, doubling over the flagging champion. Spinning away from the doubled blonde, the Rocky Top Trooper tugged Ky onto her right shoulder, wrapping an arm around the roiling midriff of her rival.
Stretching out the frame of the platinum blonde as far from the uppermost strand as she’s able, Harley Jo dropped to her knees and BUSTED the gut of the IC belt holder.
OVER THE SHOULDER GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pqcHlDKXMJU
Kylie tumbled over to her back and hugged her tummy like she’s trying to hold her internal organs in place. Meanwhile, the challenger pushed wearily to her feet, Collins dripping perspiration from every flawless pore, Sanders’s ability to take punishment wearing on the bigger brunette more than any offense Ky has occasionally derived.
Collins took a breather as the eviscerated blonde groaned her way to hands and knees. On the outside, Jasmine pleaded with Chill to light a fire and when HJC began to haul Kylie to her feet, Sanders DROVE an elbow into the belly of the stooped brunette. The Tennessee Terror shuddered after a second and a third dropped the arms of the challenger to her sides.
“YASS,” Washington shouted as Chill continued to show signs of life.
The champ raced to the ropes in front of the bent Collins. The black-n-gold flash rebounded and SPEARED the tanned expanse of Harley Jo’s abdomen, folding the bigger brunette around her right shoulder then PLANTING Collins to the canvas emphatically.
The Volunteer’s size prevents the attack from being a full-on De-Cleater but Ky was on all fours next to a gasping, horizontal challenger nevertheless. Burned by going for pins previously and being shown up by the powerful Collins, Sanders opted to roll HJC to her chest and climbed aboard in a reverse straddle of Harley Jo’s waist. Raising her right hand high and clenching it into a claw brought a reflexive chant of “FARM HAND” from former members of Kylie’s long since disbanded Corps.
Like the brunette’s pincers before her, Kylie sent five stilettos DEEP into her foe’s flesh, but Ky’s forte veered away from the tummy and instead she dug into the nerve bundle just below the curve of Harley’s gluteus on her left side. Digging in and gnawing away with her signature Hammy Clamp, Kylie hoarsely called for the contender’s surrender.
“Give it up, hillbilly. Or I’ll make you a cripple in addition to the moron you already are.”
HJC spread the anguish, yanking at her long dark locks. She shook her head violently when Carpenter asked if she wanted to forsake the rest of her title opportunity.
Kylie pressed her left palm atop the clenching right and leeeaned into her Farm Hand. The blonde could feel Collins’ body tense, her abused lower limb spasming.
“I SAID. GIVUHHH…”
Ky’s demand was cut short when the brunette’s free leg whipped up and the heel CLACKED into Sanders’ left temple. The heinous Hawkeye’s hazel peepers went glassy and she tumbled to her side, HJC’s hammy UNclamped. The women ended on their backs, side by side, head to toes, the toll of the battle wearing on each, the FAWNatics affording the combatants a well-deserved “THIS IS AWESOME” chant.
It’s the Pernicious Platinum Pixie who sat up first, but Collins quickly joined her, the women staring at each other blankly before a sneer creases Vanilla Chill’s lips and she forced up while HJC remains stuck massaging her left hamstring back to a level that could support her.
Sanders claimed a handful of Collins’ long dark locks and hauled the challenger to her knees. She then greeted her foe with a knee to the chin that left the Volunteer wobbling but kept upright by Ky’s tight grip.
“Time to take you off Rocky Top and put you in Chilly Valley,” Kylie hissed, forcing HJC to stooped feet, if the challenger didn’t want to lose a handful of hair.
With the rocked Tennessee Terror on rubbery legs and slightly bent at the waist, Ky ducked and swung an arm through the long and tanned lower limbs of her challenger. Grunting loudly, trying to respond to Jasmine’s call to “Drive the bytch home”, Sanders lifted Harley Jo halfway to a Fireman’s Carry before failing, forced by her foe’s mass and her weakened state to set HJC back on the canvas.
Ky bowed her back and threw all her reserves into the second effort and sure enough, Kylie launched Harley up and across her shoulders, but only just barely and only for a split-second, the blonde losing her grip as the bigger Collins slid down her back.
From the champ’s six, HJC slipped her head under Ky’s near arm, wrapped her near arm around Sanders’ back and opposite shoulder and scooped the diminutive Kylie off her feet under her near leg. The power of Collins again on display, Harley Jo drew the Hawkeye horizontal across her chest, Kylie’s front side displayed to the roaring throngs as the FAWNatics sensed a fateful event.
It quickly came to pass as Harley Jo swung Kylie’s body out to her left then pivoted, genuflected and absolutely IMPALED Kylie with a Catatonic Gutbuster.
CATATONIC GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z6FWL_TOSp4
Sanders acted as if she had 10,000 volts sent through her system, wrapping both arms around her demolished ivory-skinned abdomen as her legs flopped with no rhyme or reason.
A supremely satisfied Collins slid down next to the Pleasant Valley Pariah, fully flattens the elfin blonde beneath and called for her title-winning count.
Al dropped to the canvas next to the combatants and slapped for the…
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
J-Dogg screamed out Chill had a leg on the ropes and the ref’s glance to confirm showed it true, his third slap falling an inch short of the canvas. Little did Carpenter understand Jasmine laid the limp limb of the defeated champion on the cable, saving her partner from certain defeat and losing the IC gold. For the moment.
More irritated than frustrated by Jasmine’s near certain interference, Collins grabbed Sanders by the scruff of the neck and climbed to her feet while hauling the champ off the deck in stages. Internal works gummed by the nauseating force of the last Gutbuster, Ky could only paw and push at the big brunette’s tummy as Harley Jo stuffed her into a Standing Headscissors. Using the blonde’s waistband as a guide, Collins turned them in a half circle so the Iowan’s rump was pointed in Jas’s direction. “Been making a real big noise all night, puppy.” the Witch of Razorback Holler noted. “Sure you don’t wanna come on up and give it a whirl? I’m sure Kylie’d let ya spell her for a while.” She punctuated this observation with a quick, violent tug on the blonde’s defenseless briefs.
Washington crowded against the apron, though she made no move to get inside. “You just better pray I DON’T get in that ring, baby. Unless you’re lookin’ to get embarrassed that much worse.”
Harley Jo shrugged, cinched her arms around Kylie’s waist. “Suit yourself.” With that she dipped her knees and whipped Sanders up onto her shoulders, a position she occupied for perhaps a second before the Tennessee Terror took a step back and tossed the IC Champ into a brutal freefall that ended when Ky THAWHAMMED down flat on the back of her head and shoulders.
JACKKNIFE POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=y0LsNaoxH6o
Sanders bounced up and flopped over onto her stomach so bonelessly the crowd KNEW she was done, yet HJC didn’t bother to go for a cover. Instead she pulled the Pleasant Valley Pariah up by one wrist and sent her rushing to the other side of the ring with an Irish Wh--NO! Collins reeled Kylie back the way she’d came, switched over to a grip on the back of the neck and used all that momentum to sling Vanilla Chill over the top rope in an impromptu Plancha that brought her down full force on an unsuspecting J-Dogg!
“Was that really necessary, Harl?” Al asked as the lanky brunette climbed over the ropes and dropped to the floor.
“Probably not.” she answered after helping herself to a handful of Jasmine’s hair. “Neither is this. But it’ll keep her out of my business… and get me back on pay-per-view a little quicker.”
Carpenter didn’t much like the sound of that, alas his disquiet wasn’t nearly enough to stop Collins from forcing Jasmine into the same Standing Headscissors that Kylie so recently occupied. But instead of finding herself in a traditional Powerbomb stall, Washington was bent awkwardly over the Destroyer’s left shoulder, at least until Harley Jo gripped her biceps and hoisted her up in gorgeous Crucifix. The FAWNatics buzzed over Jasmine’s impending demise, then let out an astonished roar when the Vicious Volunteer raced down the narrow aisle to toss J-Dogg clear over the first two rows of fans! Making no effort to hide her delight after the weaponized H&B’er scattered most of rows three and four, Harley Jo cupped one hand to her ear and beamed from ear to ear over the cacophonous ‘HOLY SHYT!’ chants that filled the FAWN Arena.
BACKWOODS SOUTHERN LAWYER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ch2Uq06y1gQ
A worthy reaction no question, in fact HJC’s ejection of Jasmine would go viral less than ten minutes later, unfortunately the din of the crowd swallowed the cry of alarm raised by a few dutiful ringside FAWNatics. As of yet oblivious to the danger lurking so close, HJC clapped some invisible dust off her hands, then wheeled around in search of-- Sanders charged, LEAPT off the apron and raised her knees to waist-level, more than high enough to shins-first astride Collins’s shoulders. Harley Jo didn’t even get a chance to catch her balance, she was simply knocked over and PLANTED high and tight on the back of her head.
MANSON CRATER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8nw7nV7EoC0
Popping to her feet even as the challenger was matchbooked by the Manson Crater, Kylie stomped toward the jeering throng and barked, “THAT’S WHY I’M A LEGEND, IDIOTS! BASK IN MY GREATNESS!” She spread her arms wide so they could do just that, but of course the bipedal Central Florida refuse only greeted her with a chorus of ‘TROLL! TROLL! TROLL!’
Infuriated by their dismissal of her legacy, Sanders stormed back to Collins, snatched a double handful of hair and damned near ripped it out of her head in forcing the bigger wrestler back to her feet. “Get in there, loser!” Ky sneered as she worked to stuff the stunned southerner under the bottom rope like the world’s biggest, most awkward bag of laundry. Eventually tenacity won out and Sanders dove after her, the Pernicious Platinum Pixie throwing herself across Collins’s chest in a greedy Crossbody good for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Harley extended one of those long legs and laid it over the bottom rope to end the count and earn a shriek of rage from the champion in a single stroke. “That’s it. You’re done. DONE!” Kylie growled as she worried at Collins like a rabid terrier on a wounded hound. Groaning in pain and rage as she finally hauled Harley Jo into a Waistlock, Kylie put all her weight against HJC’s back and plowed forward until the challenger’s chest BWUUUNGED into the top turnbuckle of the nearest corner. Bounced backward by the leftover momentum, Sanders dropped low and tumbled backward to take the Destroyer to the canvas in a perfect O’Connor roll. But instead of trying for the cover Sanders let out a banshee scream and earned a round of grudging applause when she muscled Harley Jo off the mat and THWHUMPED her down with a beautiful German Suplex!
OVER & DONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lzAWQaZuTyE
The most senior members of the disbanded Corps actually urged their former heroine to go for a pin and were slightly disappointed when Sanders released the bridge and rolled to the far corner where she curled up in a tight ball. “Aaaawww dammit, my ribs! I think I cracked a rib!”
Immediately concerned for his charge, Al hurried in to check on the champ and was so focused on his ministrations that he didn’t notice Sanders’s left hand twitching in a subtle but unmistakable sign of beckoning.
Thus distracted by the possible injury, the capacity crowd was taken by surprise when a figure leapt over the barricade and slid into the squared circle. Dressed in snug black jeans and a wash-faded Huggable & Crushable hoodie (with said hood pulled high and tight of course), the faceless intruder reached into their jacket and produced what could only be a roll of quarters. Curling her left fist around the weapon, she hurried over to Harley Jo, who’d just risen to all fours. PWUNK! Ky’s benefactor drilled a single punch into the side of the challenger’s head, then dropped low and barrel rolled under the bottom rope with Carpenter none the wiser.
Careful to hold the official’s attention until the coast was clear, Sanders abruptly grabbed the middle rope and hauled herself to verticality, though she made sure to add an appropriately wrenching shriek to her performance. Tottering over to the disheveled Destroyer, Kylie peeled her off the mat, then dropped to one knee and let Collins collapse across her shoulders instead of actually hoisting her into the Fireman’s Carry. Of course that meant she had to muscle HJC up from a near squat, but Sanders did just that even if the lift almost made her knees buckle. Tipping Collins to the right as soon as she was in place, Kylie laid out on her side and THWHUNKED the brunette down flat with a picture perfect Chilly Valley Driver.
CHILLY VALLEY DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5I-AD6uyIk4
Collapsing atop her prey in an exhausted Back Press, Sanders found the energy to hook the near leg and draw it close while Al counted off…
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THREE!
Kylie let go and laid back across Collins’s gulping midsection, the battered but victorious blonde too wore out to even raise a hand when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… and STILL the FAWN Intercontinental Champion, KYLIE SANDERS!”
Carpenter shouted at Kylie to get off the waylaid challenger, not wanting any extracurricular activity on his watch.
The exhausted Sanders looked up at the man and could only manage, “Seriously?”
Ky lifted a hand in Al’s direction.
“You want me off, help me off.”
The official clasped Sanders’ palm and tugged her to vertical as, removed from the squared circle, the blonde in the hoodie strode to the timekeeper’s table and collected the belt for the victor.
In the ring, reaching her feet, the heinous Hawkeye DROVE a toe kick deep into Carpenter’s gut, doubling the man over and, before he can reverse his decision, PLANTED him into the deck with a snappy DDT, Al tumbling over to an insensate spreadeagle.
“That’s what you get for barking orders, bozo,” a seated Kylie growls.
Outside, the ejected Jasmine climbed her way to the fan’s side of the barricade, still wobbly from being treated like a javelin by the defeated challenger. Washington held out her hand for a little assistance from the Huggable & Crushable fan and was stone cold ignored, the interloper moving to the apron, hopping up, and sliding through the ropes to the jeers of the crowd.
Meeting dead center, as some thoughtful FAWN flunkys pulled Collins and Carpenter out of the ring, Kylie accepted her belt with one hand and brushed the hoodie off the noggin of her benefactor to show…KRISTY SANDERS!
KRISTY SANDERS:
Kylie’s cousin was grinning from ear to ear and wrapped her kin with an embrace, Ky beaming within the arms of her once upon a time less than kissing cousin but also fellow tag team champion as members of Krazy K
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Apparently with bygones being bygones and with Kristy providing much needed muscle in exchange for the relevance of being inside Kylie’s orbit, Sanders the Original and Sanders Part Deux shared a high five after breaking apart, Kristy then holding the Intercontinental champ’s free hand high.
Arriving late to the party, J-Dogg took her place at Kylie’s right, relieving the platinum pixie of her gold so she could strap it around the champ’s alabaster waist. Jazzy then lifted Kylie’s right hand, the three women in a united front, the Iowan’s position all the more secure, there seemingly no doubt Sanders could blaze a trail through a summer’s worth of competitors to land her featured role at FAWNamania.
Kristy, in possession of a mic, handed it over to her cousin.
“Nothing like family!” Ky roared over the crowd’s efforts to drown her out. “Or friends,” Sanders quickly added, patting Wash on the back.
“Hot, Bad and Bothered? Da Man don’t know what to do about us and neither do any of those bums backstage. Go back to the Holler!” Sanders shouted to a retreating Harley Jo, Collins helped to the back. Sanders returned her focus to the lens in front of her.
“Oh and Demetria. It was nice. But bytch you just ain’t ghetto enough. Consider yourself shytcanned. Maybe Bates is hiring wherever she’s hiding out these days. For us, sky’s the limit, losers. Ain’t nobody going to avoid Da Chill anymore.”
Kylie drops the mic and heads for the exit with reinforcements on either side. She’d scraped by, survived like a silver-haired cockroach, but was now seemingly stronger than ever.
