Lynda Carter
Farrah Fawcett-MajorsLA Forum, 1976It wasn't obvious in the first half of the match just who would win. After all, both were world class competitors...Farrah had most definitely earned her HWA title belt, and Lynda had likewise earned her shot at that belt, by virtue of being two of the finest wrestlers in the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance.
But at the minutes ticked by in this battle, the sharp-eyed among the spectators began to notice ever-so-slight signs that one woman was gradually starting to out-pace the other...one beauty who now seemed a little swifter than her adversary, a little more agile, more powerful. And soon enough, it became apparent to all that Lynda had seized control of this match. Even Farrah had to accept the fact that, plainly and simply, her rival was now out-wrestling her, and at this rate would win the match in due course.
However, having come to enjoy the champagne lifestyle of the Champion, the blonde wasn't about to let that be taken from her. So, she began resorting to some highly dubious tactics...a knuckle grind to the eye, a flagrant choke, and an undeniably illegal punt up between the thighs to her opponent's womanhood...that soon put Fawcett-Majors back in charge of the action.
Yet, Carter was nothing if not determined, and in spite of the Champ's rulebreaking, in time the brunette managed to tilt the tide of battle her way again. Her battle plan going into this contest was to wear her opponent down enough to set her up for a three count pin. Now however, the furious Lynda decided that nothing else would do than to make this blonde bitch submit. Therefore, following a ring-shaking powerbomb that left Farrah's glassy eyes blinking uncomprehendingly up at the arena's ceiling, the Champion was shocked back into lucidity by the agony of Carter's figure four leglock. The challenger's sculptured stems were among the most lethal weapons in the HWA, and now they were making Farrah's own legs the brunette's playthings.
It probably seemed like an eternity of anguish for Fawcett-Majors, but in truth barely twenty seconds of torment had passed before she began to furiously slap at the mat to signal her surrender. But that wasn't good enough for her rival. "Say it!" she growled, and the now tearful blonde shrieked
"I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT!!!"Not simply beaten but also humbled by being made to verbally give up, Farrah rolled out of the ring and limped up the long aisleway, a torrent of boos cascading down upon her. The cacophony from the crowd then became a roaring cheer, as the ten pounds of leather and gold were placed around the waist of the new Champion, and her mega-watt smile lit up the Forum.
