Dog Collar FCA: Heather V Amanda

Falls Count Anywhere rules
Pinfall, submission, or KO
Both Competitors will wear collars around their necks attached to eachother with a long chain. Any usage of the chain is allowed as there are no disqualifications.
POW Stakes Apply

It had been quite a while since Heather saw the girl she would be able to have a match with on this night. She was all grins at the type that they had picked out as well. This would certainly be the kind of match that would be all over the place in many different ways knowing the personality and styles of both the wrestlers involved. She got chills running through her body at the thought of the whole thing as she finished getting herself ready backstage. Taking a deep breath, Heather nod her head before she waited for the cue of her music to play over the speakers. Finally, when the crowd started feeling the anticipation, Heather's theme hit It might not be recognizable at first for Heather..yet again changing her theme--but it was one that she had put some thought into and was sure she would stick with.

As the theme started, the arena would glow a blue color from the lights, Heather stepping out onto the stage area through all the smoke on the stage, dressed in her usual purple fishnet top, black bikini top underneath, black skirt, purple and black striped stockings, and black boots. She had her usual glow paint on her face and arm--glowing in the dark blue light a light purple color. She rose her hands in the air and the crowd reacted in kind, loud cheers for the veteran that seemed to be taking quite a few little breaks recently. She started making her way down the ramp with the music, grinning wide as she moved to slide in the ring, pacing around a bit before she rushed to the corner just as that little break in the song happened. She lowered her head before raising her arms in the air when the music picked up again, pyro shooting down from the ceiling, raining down onto the ring.

She had the widest grin on her face, basking in the whole thing before she hopped down. The lights turned back to normal, revealing her paint to be transparent in normal light as she moved to pick up that chain from the mat. Taking a deep breath, she pulled up one end with the collar she'd be using, fastening it around her neck as she stretched herself out a bit, just waiting for Amanda's arrival.

Amanda had been away—so had all of the trio. They had gone down different paths. Ro was off touring internationally with some other promotion, as she couldn’t get on without some kind of a fight. After Ro left, John had tired of the attention from wrestling, but had not tired of Japan. He stayed there and was working at a private security firm which involved constant business trips. Amanda had gotten bored, as she often had, and decided to go to school and perfect her Japanese. Now, she taught English. They hardly saw each other, and it seemed obvious that none of them were coming back to AFW.

No, no, no. Amanda wasn’t coming back. She’d decided that some time ago.

Though she did miss the ring. The rush of the fight. The lights. The audience. The sex.

Mostly the sex.

One match, Amanda thought. Since it was an old friend. Just one match. And after match sex. That didn’t mean coming back to AFW, right?



To some in the audience, Amanda’s theme sounded new. They vaguely knew an old wrestler was returning, but not everyone remembered Amanda. But for others, the theme music brought back nostalgic filled cheers and holler. Soon enough, Amanda Clare came running out of the ring. She was wearing a short pair of sexy, tight, compression pants which clung to her sexy legs. Her breasts, covered only by her white and pink striped bikini top, bounced up and down as she charged down the ramp and rushed into the ring. No pyro or glow in the dark paint—not that that wasn’t cool—but Amanda’s return as quite simple.

Amanda bounded up onto the apron, then slid under the ropes to stand in the corner. “Heh…good to see you again, sexy!” Amanda giggled, winking as she came to the center of the mat to pick up her collar. She fastened it around her neck, grinning as she felt the chain in her hands.

Now it was all coming back to her—how much she enjoyed this, the sensualness of violence.

“Ready to play, cutie?” Amanda stepped back a bit and grabbed the chain in her hands. The bell rang, and Amanda gave the chain a YARD yank. She started reeling it in like a line, trying to force Heather to come towards her.

Heather smirked as she heard Amanda's theme play over the speakers, nodding a little as she saw her make her way out to the ramp. She expected nothing less from that attire of hers. It was partly why she wanted Amanda in this match. She was doing quite a good job coming more to terms with the sensual nature of quite a bit of AFW's roster, getting more and more used to competing against girls like that--and she also missed that rush of some rough, violent hardcore matches. Amanda would give her that perfect mix in this match and she was more than happy to see her friend again, feeling quite honored that she would come back for just one more match against her.

"Could say the same to you! Thought I'd never get the chance to tussle with you again honestly. It's a good time to be here in the ring." She said, nodding her head a couple times as she watched her pick up and fasten her end of the chain onto her neck, the bell ringing shortly after.

"More than ready!" Heather let out in response before she felt Amanda tug on the chain hard like that. Heather stumbled forward, planting her feet firmly on the mat to do her best to stop her from pulling her more in. She grit her teeth before coming up with an idea--suddenly using Amanda's momentum of her pull to aid her. She rushed forward with her tugging, leaping up and trying to slam her boots into Amanda's chest for a hard dropkick.

“It’s just a one time, today only, super-fast, prime-time, SPECIAL DEAL. Today only! If you can afford it, BUY IT!” Amanda replied, making it known that she was only coming back this one. That or she was announcing some kind of sale, it wasn’t actually that clear.

Amanda grinned as she kept reeling Heather in, hand over hand, letting the chain build up in a pile next to her. Heather kept fighting, but Amanda was relentless. Suddenly, though, the tables turned as Heather turned Amanda’s own energy against her. She rushed in, leaping up to kick Heather right in the chest!

Amanda let go of the chain and tried to block, but she was a teeny bit too rusty and Heather was a teeny bit too fast. Both of Heather’s boots slammed into Amanda, smacking right into her big, pillowy tits. Amanda let out a yelp of pain as she fell backwards, groaning and rolling to the side, clutching her chest as she tried to escape a follow-on attack.

Heather quickly picked herself up after the dropkick, needing to keep on Amanda right at the start of the match. She knew for sure that the girl had to have a bit of ring rust on her, and she wasn't going to let her get back into the motions before getting a good beatdown on Amanada. As soon as she got to her feet, Heather folded up quite a bit of the chain into one hand, her grin looking almost wicked at what she was planning.

"You've got a special buyer then! I'll take that--the best deal you GOT!" She yelled out, and with that last word she swung the chain upwards and then down, trying to make it come crashing down on Amanda's side and back when she rolled like that.

Amanda let out a grunt as she started to get back to her feet, but as she did the chain slashed at her back. Her eyes went wide as the chain left vicious red welts on the bare skin of her back. Now, Amanda was starting to remember just how intense these fights could be—it was fun…if painful.

The chain whipped Amanda just as she got up, and it sent her staggering into the corner. She winced as she turned around, quickly grasping for some chain and wrapping it around her fist, reading for Heather’s inevitable attack.   “Special deal…comes with 94 beanie babies!” she said through gritted teeth.

Heather stuck her tongue out a bit as she was able to whip her with the chain, starting the match out in a nice brutal, violent way. She was hammering in the type of match this was and making sure Amanda knew immediately what she was getting herself into.

She watched her stagger into the corner, narrowing her eyes with the girl's silly comment adding to the whole little back and forth they were goofing around with. She immediately rushed at her, aiming to drive her shoulder into Amanda's gut as hard as she could.

Amanda did indeed know what kind of fight she had gotten into, especially with her hardcore friend, but the ring rust was real and was a challenge. Amanda turned herself around on the corner, just in time to see Heather rushing for her! She had no time to block, and Heather’s shoulder slammed into her gut, making her gasp and groan.

But, Amanda wasn’t out of it yet. She’d wrapped the chain around her fist, and before Heather could pull away, Amanda swung her fist down! She aimed right for Heather’s spine, trying to pound her fist once, then twice into her back to really drive the pain home!

Heather let out a breath after slamming right into Amanda in the corner, having started the match out on quite the good point. She grinned wide as she pressed against her like that, keeping her shoulder against her a little longer. She was sure that she got her good right there, thinking she had a bit of time with that impact--however before she knew it, Amanda retaliated.

She let out a loud grunt as she felt that punch collide with her back, her fist wrapped in the chain adding all that much of the impact. She yelled out in pain before that second one connected with her, making her collapse on her front in front of the girl at her feet. She groaned out from the stinging pain from those hits, wincing hard.

Amanda gasped for breath as she finally managed to bring Heather down—despite getting a moment’s respite, Heather had taken quite a lot out of her. She gulped and looked down, seeing Heather on her front before her. She knew she couldn’t waste time with anything fancy when she was so winded.

Amanda simply plopped down right on top of Heather’s back, letting the chain fall behind her and coil on the ground over her shoulder. Going for a quick submission hold, Amanda slid forward and tried to scoop up Heather’s ankles for a boston crab. Normally, doing this in a corner would be a bad idea, but with no rope breaks to worry about, Amanda could torture Heather’s legs and back as much as she liked!