FLASHBACK 1963: Annette Funicello vs Linda HarrisonLinda deftly turned herself around, out of the field of view of the referee, as she cranked up the pressure on the side headlock. Annette's hands were clutching at the arm wrapped tight around her neck, when suddenly she let out a piercing shriek, courtesy of the knuckle that her opponent was viciously grinding into her eye.
Suddenly Harrison shifted tactics, releasing her headlock, grasping her opponent by the wrist, and Irish whipping her to the ropes; as Funicello rebounded off of them, she ran straight into a back bodydrop. Flipped up and over, she landed hard to the mat, her back arching from the sharp pain to her spine.
Wasting no time, Linda landed a legdrop across Annette's chest, then quickly threw herself atop her adversary's torso for the pin.
"One...two...thNOOOO!" At the last instant, Funicello managed to kick out, but Linda was unperturbed. Standing up, she suddenly dropped down again, this time drilling her knee into her victim's forehead, leaving Annette dazed and groaning.
Watching the match in the lockerroom on a portable TV, Sandra Dee smiled. Her left hand rubbed across the HWA Intercontinental title belt draped across her lap...the belt that was now hers, thanks to defeating Funicello for it two weeks earlier. But that had neem a narrow win, achieved only through a blatant bit of rulebreaking, and the blonde was not anxious to face her rival again quite so soon. But as the former Champ, Annette would get Dee's first title defense...UNLESS something took Funicello out as the Number One Contender. Something like losing this match tonight.
Thus far, Linda had proven to be worth every effort Sandra made to bring her up from the Mid-South territory to the national organization. She had heard just how successful the rookie was, and she was banking on Harrison to put an 'L' in Funicello's ledger book tonight, thus sparing the new Champion from having to grant her a return match anytime soon.
Her only regret was that she didn't promise the newcomer a bonus if she took Annette completely out of the running due to a severe injury. Oh well, she muses...maybe the kid will be imaginative and figure that out for herself.
Back in the ring, Harrison was basking in her moment of glory. At her feet was one of the biggest stars of the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance, ripe for the plucking. And the entire spectacle was being viewed not only by a packed arena, but carried out from coast to coast on network television. Linda came into this match a virtual nobody, and she was going to exit this ring as the HWA's newest superstar. The thought brought a smug smile to her lips.
First however, she had to finish off her opponent. Grabbing Funicello by the hair, she hauled her up to her feet, while she tried to decide what move to end this match with. But while she was pondering, Annette, despite her groggy state, was calculating. In a sudden blur of motion, she wrapped her arms around Linda's head and sat down to the mat hard, pulling her adversary down with her, and administering a Stunner that accomplished just that...Linda was left splayed on the canvas, glassy eyed and moaning.
Moving swiftly, Annette went for a Byers Bridge, doubling Harrison over in a matchbook pin, and holding her down for the three count!
Back in the locker room, Sandra kicked the TV from the stand to the floor, releasing a string of invectives that would have made a merchant marine blush. In the span of mere moments, she went from not having to worry about the threat of the brunette for at least a few months to now most certainly having to defend her belt against her just seven days later.
And back in the ring, Linda sat up, shook her head, and wondered just what the hell happened to her rocket ride to superstardom, as the ref raised Annette's arm in victory. The victorious brunette looked over her shoulder at her beaten foe and said, "When you crawl back to the locker room, tell Sandra I'll be taking
my belt back from her soon enough."
Kat Dennings vs Courtney Stodden"Jug her out! Jug her out!" The spectators took up the chant, although at least half were urging one girl on, and the other half her opponent.
Kat and Courtney rolled back and forth across the penthouse floor, snarling and hissing like jungle cats, their DDs mashed together. Both had sworn to smother the other out with her "jugs", and now it would only be a matter of who could put the other on her back long enough.
That question finally seemed to be answered when Courtney managed to get on top of Kat and stay there. Pinning her adversary down, the blonde wriggled her curvaceous body up enough so that she could drop her breasts down over the sweaty face of her victim. Dennings let out a muffled scream of defiance, but it appeared as if that was all she could do.
But several seconds later, the brunette proved she wasn't finished yet. Arching her body up, she suddenly threw herself to her left, pushing Stodden off of her and breaking the smother hold. Scrambling atop the blonde, now it was Kat's turn to press Courtney's wrists to the carpet and let her bare breasts envelope the face of the blonde.
Stodden thrashed beneath her oppressor, trying to duplicate her bridge move, but to no avail. Her movements swiftly began to grow sluggish, until finally she ceased moving altogether. Dennings kept her opponent's face nestled between her bosom a bit longer, just to be sure, and then she sat up. Courtney was utterly unconscious, and Kat was triumphant.