Post by hawkeye on Aug 2, 2020 23:52:31 GMT
If being ‘branded’ by some redheaded stepchild ranchhand was the price of admittance to a third act for her FAWN career, the Mightiest Mite seemed accepting of the reality.
Domi absently rubbed at the fading, blue ‘BJ’ on her butt cheek, remembering the post-match melee leading to Bareback Beth making her part of the bytch’s ‘herd’. Now, it’ll be both of them in the ring with the Lightweight Champion in search of grabbing the gold, her first chance at the top of the card in ages.
The former gymnast and near Olympian bounced nervously backstage, waiting for her moment as the crowd buzzed in anticipation of a three-way free-for-all for arguably FAWN’s second greatest prize.
Her music started and the Pac Rim beauty pushed through the curtains as Lady Gaga’s ‘Applause’ echoed throughout the arena, the crowd giving Daly anything but.
APPLAUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pco91kroVgQ
DOMINIQUE DALY:
Bouncing to center stage, the multitude’s volume grew as the hate Domi’s accrued through a career where, for the most part, sheds shown the fans and indeed her fellow roster members nothing but disdain, washed over her. The Oregonian reveled in it, knowing the fans’ animosity was fueled by their jealousy of her unrivalled athletic excellence and wrestling brilliance.
The vertically challenged hardbody was decked out in a gleaming gold leotard dusted with tiny stars in red, white and blue. Strategic rips revealed several swatches of Daly’s trim midriff, her chiseled tummy matching the perfectly-sculptured shoulders, arms and thighs. The look was complete with matching gold tape on her wrists and ankles, chalk powder on her palms and the soles of her bare feet.
Dominique motioned across her carved abdomen, where the symbol of her division’s top spot will soon be placed, the revulsion of the assembled only increasing in intensity.
Daly threw her head back, cupped both hands around her mouth and shouted “HIT IT!”
The lights turned strobe, flickering on and off so fast even the most attentive fans couldn’t follow the effortlessly intricate series of tumbles, handsprings, flips and cartwheels that took the exotic brunette down the ramp. Tracking her was made all the more difficult by the thunderous trail of gold pyro accompanying her journey from one end of the ramp to the other.
When the lights regained their equilibrium, Daly was on the outside of the nearest top turnbuckle.
Dominique threw her hands overhead in a ‘V’ and launched heavenward before spiraling into a descent that planted her in the center of the ring as the Announcer initiated his introduction.
“Our next contest is a Triple Threat Match scheduled for one fall with a sixty-minute time limit and it is for the FAWN Lightweight Championship! Introducing first, hailing from Portland, Oregon. She stands five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twelve pounds. She is the Mighty Mite…and the ultimate athlete… DOMINIQUE DALY!”
The crowd’s further chance to exhibit their disgust with Domi was cut short when she grabbed the stick and shooed the announcer away.
“Shut your mouths and know my gold,” Daly shouted, snarling at the FAWNatics as they responded by trying to drown her in jeers. “Jenkins. You’re about to be buried and it won’t be f’n Boot Hill. It’s tonight, right here in Orlando Florida!”
Dominique smirked at the cheap pop she received. She ran her free hand down the spandex-sheathed course of her chiseled beauty.
“You put your vile mark on my flawless physique and tonight you get branded as a failure. Macy. You’ve turned a gimmick into quite a little niche market. But now you’re going to find out an athlete can ride a one-trick pony into the ground.”
Domi tossed the stick away with a CLUNK and settled into an expectant crouch, waiting for her first foe to arrive.
With one of her herd confined by the fences of the range she ruled, the redheaded rancher waited on the balls of her feet for the opportunity at a second run with the sub-125 hardware. She’d humiliated the Slappin’ Sensation after Renquist’s fluke win to keep the belt. Tonight, she’d add an official loss to making Renquist her flaxen-haired cattle.
The back of each FAWNatics straightened when ‘Wildflower’ by Jane Dear Girls reverberated through the bowl, the crowd understanding the freckled fighter was a real threat to regain a top spot in the organization.
WILDFLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NC0IhlquYlI
Bareback emerged in full Western regalia, her greeting less than welcoming, the throngs knowing full well to what levels she could and would stoop.
BETH JENKINS:
Jenkins was clad in slightly altered trademark attire, flag of the Grand Canyon State patterned on her vest—small enough to leave a sliver of midsection bare—blue spandex, boy-cut trunks and tan leather chaps below. Her feet were adorned in a pair of battered old cowboy boots, spurs clicking against the floor as she sauntered down the aisle. A coiled lasso was attached to her hip and sitting atop her head was a black cowboy hat with a curved brim.
On her side is the grappler’s infamous mock ‘branding iron’, the ‘Wild West’-inspired ink gun she’d used to assign both of tonight’s foes to her ‘BJ’ ranch.
Confident in her growing position within the division, Beth ignored the jeers and catcalls from the crowd, the Pale Rider striding directly toward the squared circle without hesitation. The redhead looked as though she’s headed down Main Street of old Tombstone at high noon, keeping out of the reach of those extending for a handshake or high-five, the rabble not worthy of her time.
On the way, the Announcer took his chance as Beth’s music faded.
“And her opponent…hailing from Tombstone, Arizona, standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds… BAREBACK BETH JENKINS!”
As the Arizonan reached the ring, she continued past the steps to the Announcer’s Table and gave him a disapproving shake of her head.
“I said I want more feeling, chump. You’ll give it to me when I’m champ?”
The man nodded obediently.
Beth turned in her spurs, lasso and ten-gallon for a microphone. Jenkins raised the stick to her rosy lips as she walked back to the steps, strode up, and slipped through the ropes, twirling the ‘branding iron’ in her opposite fingers.
“Hey there little calf,” Beth said, casting her eyes to Daly.
“That brand looks good on you. So good, I might just give you a matching set.”
The mob boos lustily as Bareback raised the ‘branding iron’ high… and Dominique’s not waiting!
She charged Jenkins, ready to tear the ‘iron’ from her hand and perhaps take the arm with it. But the ever-vigilant Nick Castle intervened, keeping Daly from her target with a few inches to spare.
“Keep that animal away from me,” Beth shouted. “I’ve got business to finish and she’s only a distraction.”
Jenkins handed over the microphone and her ‘iron’ to a FAWN flunky, the ginger cowgirl moving to her corner of choice, waiting for the arrival of the champ.
Castle was doing his best to keep Beth and Dominique from one another when the Announcer called forth the last third of this high-flying triptych. “And introducing their opponent, hailing from Blue Bay, Florida, stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and seventeen pounds. She is the Slappin’ Sensation, ladies and the FAWN Light Heavyweight Champion… MACY RENQUIST!”
MESS AROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJlFKmfZGL4
MACY RENQUIST:
Pleased to turn their attention to anyone more pleasant than the pair of heat magnets in the squared circle, the FAWNatics combined their voices with the several resounding ‘UH-OH’s!’ that marked the opening to Cage the Elephant’s ‘Mess Around’. Macy herself showed up a few seconds later, the svelte stunner brushing through the curtain with both hands stuffed into the pockets of her pink & white varsity jacket which was zipped all the way up because apparently she didn’t feel a bit of the high-summer humidity.
Bopping along to the beat of whatever tune poured from her oversized red headphones, Renquist grinned out at the fans, then reached up with one hand, caught the zipper between thumb and forefinger and drew it down to reveal the shiny gold belt snugged ‘round her trim waist. Allowing herself the opportunity to buff the faceplate with her forearm, the Beach Blaster strutted down the ramp on a beeline with the Callous Cowgirl and the Mightiest Mite.
Quick to ascend the stairs once she traversed the aisle, Macy strode onto the apron and dipped through the ropes. She claimed the center of the ring in short order and strengthened her fan base by doffing the jacket to show off a strappy white two piece with pink trim and matching accents. Her knee and elbow pads were an identical black, while the ankle wraps she wore in place of boots were matte pink, an homage to her trainer.
Revealed to be almost solid muscle and sinew once shod of her varsity jacket, Macy undid the belt one handed, hoisted it high and spun in a circle to make sure the crowd, and especially Beth and Domi could take in her prize. She beckoned both in turn but neither took the bait so Renquist slung the strap to Nick Castle, then backpedaled into an empty corner.
Acutely aware that her time at the top of FAWN’s Lightweight Hill would come to a painful and possibly humiliating end if she didn’t keep her head on a swivel, Macy Renquist started toward the center as soon as the bell sounded. Eyes darting between both challengers, the Slappin’ Sensation found her attention drawn to Dominique because the svelte brunette closed the distance far quicker than the Redheaded Sun Devil. Frowning, Macy spared Jenkins a glance and wasn’t surprised to find Beth still reclined in the buckles, her elbows propped lazily against the top ro--
Daly lunged, forcing Renquist to spin away from her questing claws. “C’mon blondie.” Domi taunted once she’d reset her footing. “You think you’re worthy of the gold? Prove it!”
“Happy to, baby.” Macy replied without hesitation. “Just keeping an eye on the looming vulture.” Her eyes flicked to Beth and Daly’s did the same.
“Oh. Is THAT what you’re worried about.” she scoffed loud enough for the Arizonan to hear. “Don’t worry, champ. I’ll have you beat before the Ginger Flat-Ass can even make it out of her corner!”
Renquist snorted, rolled her shoulders and raised both hands. “You want to make this a speed run, Domi? Then show me what you--”
Daly reared back on her heels so Macy braced for a lock-up only look on in surprise when the Mightiest Mite turned ninety degrees and flew toward Beth Jenkins!
Startled by the brunette’s blitzkrieg charge, Beth hooked an arm around the top rope and barked, “ROPES! SLOW IT DOWN, DALY! I’M IN THE ROPHEYNNGHH!”
Daly’s Dropkick was known as one of the prettiest (and most accurate) in all of FAWN, thus explaining why Jenkins raised her free arm in a rough half-guard. Unfortunately for her, Domi went low instead of high, the gold-clad brunette shooting under the bottom rope in a Baseball Slide that put her on the floor directly behind Bareback Beth. Catching hold of the redhead’s ankles, Daly pulled hard to sweep Jenkins’ legs out from under if she hadn’t doubled down on her top rope grip. This allowed her to maintain verticality, but it also meant her attention was on Domi and not on the champ, who promptly CRAAACKED a Running Bytch Slap across the redhead’s cheek! Beth’s head snapped to one side and her hooks on the strands gave way. Domi still had firm control on Jenkins’ ankles and stepped backward to send her burden pitching face-first to the canvNO!
Macy caught Beth in a loose Bear Hug that she promptly segued into a Front Facelock. “Let go, moron!” Daly upbraided the champion as she continued to yank on the redhead’s ankles. “This bytch is mi-DAMMIT!”
Unwilling to relinquish her grasp on Bareback, Macy braced her right foot against the middle buckle and kicked off to wrest Jenkins from the brunette’s grasp. Free of Domi’s meddling, Renquist backpedaled into the middle of the ring, slung Jenkins’ near arm across her shoulders and popped her hips to take the taller wrestler up, over and DOWN with a Snap Suplex, heavy on the Snap! Macy floated over into a cover on impact, the blonde hooking her foe’s far leg in search of a quick…
FLOAT-OVER SNAP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X-PZzCM0M80
ONE…
“OOOFFFFHHH!”
Returned to the squared circle in the blink of an eye, Domi rushed the cover, hopped up and THUMPED both heels between the Beach Blaster’s shoulders! Macy tumbled away from the cover and ended up on her belly until she braced both hands against the mat and pushed to all fouTHWHAP! Daly tagged her in the left temple with a Low Dropkick that flopped the Beach Blaster onto her back.
“Try to steal one from me, huh?” Dominique hissed as she bundled Macy into a Back Press. “Poor form, loser!”
Craig Long didn’t care about form save for the placement of Renquist’s shoulders and since those were right where they needed to be he wasted no time counting…
ONE…
TWO…
“NGH!”
Beth Jenkins flew in with a timely Double Axehandle that smashed into the nape of Daly’s neck! “What do you think you’re doing, darling?” the Baddest Bytch on Boot Hill sounded less than pleased as she dragged Domi to verticality with a double handful of hair. “Wouldn’t be trying to rustle a prize heifer from my herd, would yaRGH!”
Daly slapped the Callous Cowgirl’s mouth twice in rapid succession, shrugged free of the hair-hold and caught a Wristlock to send the redhead racing to the ropes with an Irish NOPE!
Beth planted her heels, reeled the brunette in and PWAAAKED a huge left hand offa Dominique’s jaw! The gymnast’s legs gave a noticeable shimmy but she didn’t leave her feet, so Jenkins snatched a Wristlock of her own and hurled Daly into the strands. Beth instinctively dropped a shoulder in anticipation of a Back Body Drop, but straightened up when Domi threaded her arms over the top rope to abort the return trip.
“That all you got, Bare-Ass?” she sniped. “I’ve punked baristas that hit harder than you!”
Not about to take that sort of sass from a perpetual bronze medalist, Jenkins flipped Daly a double bird and rushed the ropes with a huge Lariat aimed at Domi’s clavi--THWHAP! The Pernicious Pixie exploded forward and went low, Daly leading with her heels to drive a pinpoint Dropkick into her opponent’s thighs! Pitched forward in a near headlong sprawl, Jenkins landed awkwardly on her knees while her throat ‘twanged’ against the second strand!
“You may be a shytty cowgirl, but you’ll make a great podium, loser.” Dominique giggled as she bounced to her feet. Peeling off a quick about-face, Daly legged it toward the THWHACK!
Macy interrupted Domi’s trip down the runway with a Super Kick to the point of the challenger’s chin! Dark eyes wide and glassy after the shot, the Mightiest Mite turned back the way she’d came and--“Uh-uh, princess. I’m not done with you!” Macy caught hold of Daly’s leotard and reeled her back into a Waistlock only to dump her on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy of a huge German Suplex!
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UYXo47OwmYM
Now Renquist’s bridge game was top tier, but she didn’t attempt one here because she didn’t want to leave her belly exposed to another shot from the Redheaded Sun Devil. To that end she released the Waistlock on impact and hurried to her feet. Spying Jenkins kneeling in the ropes, Macy charged and used Beth like a ramp, the Slappin’ Sensation pushing offa her foe’s butt and shoulders en route to leap over the ropes to the floor below. The dismount was impressive and the landing was perfect, but Renquist didn’t celebrate until she drawn a bead on Beth and CRAAACKED a huge Bytch Slap off her cheek!
Jenkins tumbled backward and rolled away from the ropes with both hands pressed to her stinging mug. As for Macy, she climbed onto the apron and took the top rope in both hands. “C’mon baby, get on your feet.” she murmured to the recovering redhead. “It’s about time you got a taste of MY brand.”
Unaware of the blonde’s demand, Bareback Beth rolled to all fours and slowly clambered to boot-leather. Catching sight of a penitent Dominique Daly, Jenkins crooked her fingers into talons, then spun on a dime when the crowd let out a huge roar. Good thing she did, as it gave her enough time to spy Macy springing off the top rope! Dropping onto her belly without even thinking about it, Beth let Renquist soar through the vacated spa--“OOOOOOFFFFFFHHH!”
In better position to do something about the Crossbody, a newly risen Domi got a hand on blonde hip and shoulder, then dropped to one knee while simultaneously guiding Macy into a gut-first landing atop the posted joint! The Beach Blaster rolled away, arms clutched across her tummy in gut-shot agony!
Domi scrambled up and-- Jenkins barreled into her from the side and just like that the challengers were locked in a mutual hair-pull and a fierce exchange of white-knuckled body blows!
The still visible ink brand on her backside fueling Domi’s ire, the vertically-challenged Mite held her ground until Beth lifted a knee into her chiseled tummy. Even Daly’s iron abs couldn’t ignore the point of Jenkins’ invading knee and she doubled slightly, allowing the redhead to pivot and slide a backhanded grip across Dominique’s throat. The likewise branded blonde pushed to her feet a moment later and Beth goes two-for-one, Macy rising into a front Facelock. The smirking redhead in control of both her foes.
In the blink of an eye, Bareback laid out, simultaneously spiking Macy’s skull with a crisp DDT while driving the back of Daly’s skull into the canvas an inverted version of the same. The force sent Renquist flipping through to a spreadeagle while the former gymnast, also finished on her back, pattering her bare feet against the canvas, cradling her aching braincase.
Beth dove across Domi in a Lateral Press for a…ONE…before Daly spasmed out of the redhead’s control. Jenkins immediately threw her body on Macy with a similar Crossbody pin, hooking a far leg for…ONE…and nothing more, Renquist kicking free.
A snarling Beth hopped to her feet and stomped the champ toward mudhole status. While she did, Daly crawled in from behind, tripping Beth off her feet and rolling Bareback into a Small Package for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Beth escaped, shoving Daly off and away and scrambling to her feet, cursing under her breath. Dominique raced at the rising redhead. She ducked a right cross from the cowgirl and used the extended limb to swing her sinewy frame around Jenkins, legs scissoring the opposite arm as she tried to pull Beth off her feet for a Crucifix pin. But Bareback showed her mettle, remaining vertical with Daly clinging across her shoulders, squirming futilely.
Cue the champ’s arrival, having struggled back to boot leather. She launched a Dropkick to Beth’s chin Dominique would be proud if it hadn’t resulted in sending Bareback crashing to her back and sandwiching Daly underneath, Macy the next to pull off a double destruction.
The champ dove atop the pile, effectively pinning Domi’s shoulders through Beth’s body between. Controversy was avoided as to who would get credit for the pin when Daly somehow snuck out from under enough to throw an arm off the canvas and save herself.
With easier access to the woman who’d left her right hip with the trademark inky ‘BJ’ injected into her skin after a post-match Mayhem tussle, Macy ripped the redhead off Domi’s side. Snatching her with a Three Quarters Facelock grip, Renquist Snapmared the freckled fighter to a seat on the canvas. Racing past Jenkins, Macy slid in on her knees to deliver an echoing Bytch Slap that put Beth flat to the canvas, a reddening welt growing on her right cheek.
The blonde hopped to her feet only to find the ponytailed brunette racing toward her, but she adjusted quickly, dipping as the former gymnast sprinted to her. Picking the smaller woman up around the hips, Macy launched her, laying out as she lifted, delivering face to canvas with a wicked Flapjack on the spandex-clad grappler.
FLAPJACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FgjU59VEddo
Daly bounced to her back after the impact, staring blankly at the rafters while Macy kipped to her feet, only to be nearly decapitated by a Discus Clothesline from the rodeo queen, the back of the blonde’s cranium THUMPING against the deck as she’s ripped from the canvas by the ferocious blow.
DISCUS CLOSTHESLINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbZN3e89s18
Macy landed in a Jackknife position and Beth took advantage, placing her palms on the raised rump of the flaxen-haired Sensation for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Renquist back somersaulted out of the pin, pushing from her knees to a wobbly stance, while a dazed Daly did the same. But seeing the champ vulnerable sent an adrenaline spike through the Mite. She rushed to the ropes, rebounded and snatched Macy’s skull while flipping over her shoulder. She RIPPED Renquist off her feet, forcing the unsteady blonde through a wild back-flip, Daly spectacularly spiking Macy’s skull to the canvas, drawing many an ‘ooooh’ from the crowd.
FRONT FLIP NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zygcKJ9cMNE
Domi’s high-impact aerial arsenal collected its first victim of the night. She shoved a semi-conscious Sensation to her back, Macy flopping into a wide starfish for the pin and the lightweight title at…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOOOOOO!
It’s debatable whether Renquist would have forced her way free but Beth made sure, grabbing an ankle and yanking Dominique off. Her captured leg held aloft, the uber-athletic Daly immediately lifted off her planted stem and NAILED the redhead’s right temple with an Enzugiri that sent Jenkins staggering away as if she’s emerged from a barroom brawl.
Daly bounded to her feet, raced after the redhead and THUMPED her with a running European Uppercut. Beth’s head snapped back in a whiplash-like movement yet somehow she remained upright. Daly reverted to her malevolent manners, genuflecting in front of the woman who’d made her part of the herd, THUMPING Bareback’s crotch with a swift uppercut forearm that sent a chirping Jenkins to tiptoes.
A smirking Daly slid through the ropes, turned, and grabbed the top. As the cowgirl spins to find her. Dominque gracefully hopped to the uppermost cable and sprang into a blockbuster, the second half of her Daly Double.
DALY DOUBLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8aGoxWk4MS0
A delighted Domi pushed from her knees to her bare tootsies, throwing her arms high and wide, the ‘applause hound’ rightly rewarded by the impressed FAWNatics. She’s less so by Macy, who leapt into a mount from behind, swinging through a momentary Headscissors to end on the other side of Domi’s taut frame with an Octopus hold firmly secured, leg pushing against the back of Daly’s neck while the aerialist’s far arm was barred. Renquist added her own special touch, reaching around to give not-so-little ‘love slaps’ to the former gymnast’s chiseled but pinking abdomen.
SLAPPIN’ OCTOPUS @ 00:52
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iaFFD57v4rM
Castle went to one knee to get his face in front of Daly’s.
“Just say the word, Domi.”
“How ‘bout two,” she grunted. “Fuck you!”
A creaky Beth, not nearly a hundo after losing the Daly Double, managed to stumble into a Shoulderblock that sent her knotted foes tumbling over, breaking Daly free from Macy’s clutches. Plucking Renquist from the body of the ponytailed brunette, Beth buggywhipped the Sensation toward a far set of buckles, Renquist turning into a spine-first collision and dropping to her cheeks, limp legs extended in front of her.
Seeing a silver platter, Bareback Beth sprinted toward her flaccid foe, seated lethargically in front of the buckles. She leapt from a few feet out, her junk RAMMING into Macy’s jaw. Grabbing the strands on either side, the rodeo queen rode her bytch with a Bronco Buster, pounding her pelvis into Macy’s chops for a full ten-spot before dismounting the waylaid champion.
BRONCO BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYMIC6SIGVg
The freckled fighter traded one saddle for another, pulling the dazed blonde out of the corner by her golden mane, forcing Macy to hands and knees then straddling Macy horsey-style for her cruel, signature Eight Second Ride, Beth making Macy her pony with a trip toward the middle, using a vile underhanded crotch claw on the champ as persuasion, Renquist painfully moving step by agonizing all-fours step before faltering and flopping center stage.
Bearing down even harder after the champ crumpled beneath her, Jenkins ran her free hand through her hair, then twirled an invisible lasso in the direction of the Lightweight Title. “Check her!” she barked at Castle. “This little filly is goddamned BROKE!”
The Senior Official wasn’t quite ready to agree with Beth’s assessment, but he was more than willing to investigate, thus his purposeful stride toward-- Dominique raced by like he was standing still, the former Lightweight Champ using the lumbering zebra as cover to ensure she closed on Bareback without raising an alarm. Leaving her feet the instant she saw the whites of Beth’s eyes, Domi ‘smecked’ her legs around the redhead’s noggin and swung out onto her tummy to THWHONK her foe’s forehead into the deck with a snappy Spike ‘Rana!
SPIKE 'RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-aisoZbihw
Jenkins tumbled away from her mount in a sulky sprawl that turned into a tight Back Press once she’d hopped aboard and claimed the other challenger’s gams. Swooping into position as Daly secured her cover, Castle slapped the mat…
ONE….
TWO…
The Baddest Bytch on Boot Hill escaped with perhaps a second to spare and made a quick (or rather, as quick as a woozy crawl would allow) getaway toward the ropes on the far side of the ring. A short distance away, Macy clambered to one knee and no farther as she still had a hand pressed to the center of her aggrieved trunks.
Momentarily torn between targets, Domi looked back and forth before hurrying toward the Beach Blaster. “Come with me, chump!” Daly snatched a handful of blonde ponytail and used it to haul Renquist into a mean Side Headlock without breaking her stride. Actually that wasn’t quite true, as Domi’s stride broke into a flat out sprint, the lithesome lightweight veteran rushing headlong at the corner with Macy doing her stumbling best to keep pace. Her efforts, while commendable ultimately amounted to nothing because Daly hopped up and shot through the gap between top and middle strands to come down in springy comfort atop the latter while Renquist was BWUUUNGED face-first into the middle turnbuckle!
BULLDOG TO TURNBUCKLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ryTmKlbjWk
“Stay right here, loser.” Domi made a point to muss Macy’s hair as she extricated herself from the ropes. I’ll be back to rub the gold in your face once I’ve finished the cowgirl.”
At the moment Jenkins certainly looked ripe for the plucking, as she was slumped on her butt in the ropes on the far side of the squared circle with both arms draped limp over the second strand. Another zero to sixty take-off for the Mightiest Mite, Daly shooting across the ring and into her opponent’s airspace for what looked like a Tiger Feint Kick but ended as something far more unpleasant. Sweeping through the strands to finish up on the redhead’s six, Daly cinched her legs around Beth’s right bicep while simultaneously locking an S-grip under chin. Already drawn down by her old enemy gravity, Daly PULLED with all her strength to wrench the back of Beth’s neck over the second rope!
DOMI'S ROPE TRICK @ 00:43
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJLBLLEv2Qs
“AAAAAAHHHHH FAHK!” the Redheaded Sun Devil shrieked in surprised anguish. “GET THE F*CK OFF ME YA MIDGET, I’M IN THE ROPES!”
“Sorry, beeyotch!” Dominique jostled like a madwoman to put every bit of her weight into the painful (albeit illegal) hold. “I’m not going anywhere ’til I hear a count!”
That came far quicker than she would’ve preferred, yet the arrival of the ref only spurred Daly to crank all the harder while Castle tolled, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
“OOOOOOFFFHHHHHH!”
Domi had just released her rope trick when the Slappin’ Sensation charged in full bore and THWHUMPED a gut-churning Dropkick into the taut, defenseless expanse of Beth’s tummy! Jenkins was driven backward into Daly, who was knocked from her perch on the apron to hit the blue-padded floor on her hands and knees.
Fighting to her knees after the unprotected shot, Bareback strapped both arms across her roiled midsection and snarled, “Renquist you bytch, the next brand’s going right between your ey--”
CRA-CRAAAAAACK!
Macy earned a shriek from the challenger and a sympathetic ‘ooohhh!’ from the crowd when she smote Beth’s chest with a double Forehand Slap! “What was that?” the incensed blonde sniped as she twined her fingers in Jenkins’ coppery locks. “You threatening me with that nasty little branding iron again?” she halved her grip and wrenched Beth’s head back at such an angle that the Arizonan was forced to look up at the Slappin’ Sensation. “Why don’t you try mine, instead? It never runs out!”
CRAAAAAACK!
Macy clouted her with another huge Slap, the champ clearly working through the frustration that’d been gnawing at her since Mayhem. Swatted into a near stupor by Renquist’s deceptively heavy hands, Jenkins raised one arm to protect her face while the other reached out and managed to hook the middle rope. “Break.” she huffed. “Goddammit Castle make her break it, I’m in the ropOOOWWW!”
From the outside, Domi snatched hold of the redhead’s wrist, then darted in to chomp down on the Beth’s fingers! Jenkins wrenched free with a hiss only to have her bell rung by the Kneelift Macy bounced off the side of her head. As for Daly, she hopped onto the middle rope and pointed an accusing finger at Renquist. “Poaching piece of crap! I TOLD you to keep the hell out of my busineSSOOFFFHH!”
Hands full with Beth, Macy pulled her to semi-verticality, then whipped through a full circle to better sling the cowgirl between the top and middle ropes! Renquist hadn’t put enough strength behind it to send her rival all the way to the floor, it did however send her shoulder-first into Domi’s trim tummy in an improvised Shoulderblock! Jenkins crumpled to one knee with her arms hanging over the second rope while Daly hunched over on the apron, effectively forehead-to-forehead with the Redheaded Sun Devil in the aftermath of their collision.
And Macy?
She hit the other side of the ring in a flat out sprint and raced back at her vulnerable challengers. Leaving her feet when she was almost on top of the Arizonan, Renquist dove over Beth, under the top rope and over Domi, the Lightweight Champ slapping a Waistlock on her brunette as she tumbled through a Sunset Flip that’d NO!
Dominique bore down on the rubber-coated steel in a death grip and shook her head ‘no, no, no!’ “Leggo, bytch!” she demanded of the blonde, who was even then struggling to prize her off the apron. “You’re not gonna plant me on the flOOOOOWWWW BYTCH NOOOOOFFFFFHHHH!”
Beth grabbed hold of Domi’s thumbs in each hand and bent them out and back, a callous bit of joint manipulation that hurt like hell AND destroyed the gymnast’s grip on the second rope. That was what really did her in, as it allowed Macy to walk her burden from the apron to the guardrail, where she promptly tossed Daly into the first row of FAWNatics!
SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=519IRmlUHvI
Positively radiant amidst the ‘HOLY SHYT’ chants, Renquist swung around and discovered Jenkins leaning heavily against the ropes.
Catching the champ’s eye, Beth ran a hand through her hair and flicked a mist of sweat in Macy’s direction. “You want some of this, bytch?” The Rodeo Queen backpedaled a couple of steps, raised both hands and beckoned the Beach Blaster to join her in the squared circle.
Macy looked over her shoulder, was pleased to find Domi sprawled at the bottom of a crater made of chairs, nachos and stunned wrestling nerds. Returning her attention to the cowgirl, Renquist made her hands into pistols and set them in invisible holsters at each hip. Eyebrow arched, she murmured, “So you’re looking for a showdown, red? Well, I’m your huckleberry.”
Renquist hopped to the apron and carefully slid her way through, one leg then hesitating, then the other, wary of the lurking Beth. But Jenkins played it straight, allowing the champion in clean. Castle stepped out of the way and motioned them together. They don’t delay in ramming their lithe frames in a collar-and-elbow, each woman glistening, gear slightly dislodged after the three-way pinball of the match. But for the moment, there are two.
Macy pivoted and tugged Bareback into a Side Headlock, grinding the redhead’s noggin against her side, making the challenger aware how painful payback for the Pony Ride would be. After rattling Beth’s braincase, Macy freed her foe but only to spin her into a forearm smash to the jaw, staggering the Arizonan enough the Sensation had open access to Beth’s six. She looped her arms around Jenkins’, hooking her foe at the elbows from behind. The blonde vaulted Beth into the air, laying out and hurling the freckled fighter CRASHING to the canvas on her head and neck with a Tiger Suplex.
TIGER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iy3A20wlMfY
The momentum sent Jenkins tumbling over to her chest, blazing blue eyes glazed. Renquist scrambled to the shellshocked redhead, shoving Jenkins to her back and climbing aboard in a Lateral Press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Bytch from Boot Hill shoved a shoulder up if barely. An unconvinced Macy cast a glance in Castle’s direction before sinking a set of nails into the auburn locks of her rival. She hauled Beth up as she rose and aimed the dazed Jenkins to the far buckles, whipping Jenkins into a sprint that ends with a back-first collision with the corner.
Beth had barely a second before a charging Macy CRUSHED her under an avalanche of Beach Blaster, the title holder leaping and burying Beth beneath. Renquist stayed tight to her flaccid challenger. She scooped Beth’s legs off the deck and slipped them over the middle rope on one side while draping the other side with the cowgirl’s shoulders.
With Jenkins set like as if on an altar, a sweat-soaked but resplendent Macy went to work with a furious flurry of overhand slaps, machine-gun style, far past the ability of the crowd to count in time. One could only guess how many WHACKS there were across the freckled tummy of the challenger but when Renquist relented Beth’s tummy turns from pink to rosy. With Nick’s count moving toward ‘FIVE!’, Macy used the top rope on either side to push off the canvas and deliver a set of knees to the burning belly, Jenkins collapsing to the mat at Macy’s feet.
CORNER HUNG DOUBLE KNEES @ 00:14
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FfkrRNXLi0M
Taking a quick scan to the outside and seeing a wobbly Domi still trying to work her way over the barricade and back into the field of play, Renquist realized the Pink Belly would be the perfect prelude to end tonight’s division coronation.
Perhaps realizing she wouldn’t have time to draw a submission from the redhead with her Renquisition before Domi would be back to interfere, Macy grabbed a wrist and yanked the rubbery Jenkins to her feet. Sliding in close behind the wobbling challenger, the Sensation walked a battered Beth to mid-ring and shoved her away but with a grip still firmly on the same wrist, keeping the spinning redhead at arm’s length to dispense her Bytchmaker.
But the concussive open hand was ducked by Jenkins. As Macy spun through the swing-and-miss, Beth surrounded her foe in a Waistlock from behind. Lifting the off-balance blonde off the canvas with her embrace, the cowgirl dropped to a knee, driving the plank of her upper leg into Macy’s crotch with an Atomic Drop. Renquist hopped from the Drop, hands flying to her bruised tailbone, her knees knocking, face twisted in pain. With the champ frozen in front of her, Jenkins knew she doesn’t have time to play around. Lifting herself to the next level to get her second reign with the sub-125 strap, the redhead slipped an arm between the legs of the aching Beach Blaster and ‘hupped’ Macy into a reverse Fireman’s Carry across her shoulders.
The Torture Rack was short-lived as Jenkins threw the blonde’s legs out behind her while transitioning into a signature Sun Devil.
SUN DEVIL @ 3:26
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4MDjE0t18Io
Twisting and sitting out, Beth FLATTENED Macy to the deck. Exhausted, she sat next to the shuddering Sensation. Picking up on a rise in the crowd’s volume, something not usually accompanying her success, she pushed to her feet. She’s met with a charging Daly who missed with a Clothesline when Beth ducked again. Domi sped onto the ropes and rebounded only to leap into Beth’s arms at the redhead’s side, Jenkins rotating from the former gymnast’s momentum but controlling the diminutive dynamo enough to POUND her spine into the deck with a Sidewalk Slam.
SPINNING SIDEWALK SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4MDjE0t18Io
With the pin ready-made, Bareback pulled Dominique’s abbreviated, muscular stems into a cradle for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Daly kicked loose, pushing the redhead up to her haunches. Beth took in several deep breaths, both blonde and brunette waylaid but her business unfinished. Seeing Macy starting to slowly rise, Beth buried a set of fingers in Domi’s ponytail and hauled the Mighty Mite to her feet. She wrapped the opposite palm around the back the champ’s skull and presided over a meeting of the minds, banging the coconuts of Dominique and Macy together.
While Renquist turned and stumbled to the ropes, throwing both arms over to remain vertical, the champ in a stupor; Domi took a knee, the Portland native with the Pac Rim features blinking her almond-shaped eyes wide. Unable to bring her senses back into place, Daly’s hauled to her feet and bullied to a corner. Still with a grip on Domi’s hair ‘handle’, Beth slipped behind her and climbed to the middle ropes. Leaning her right knee between Domi’s shoulderblades, she pushed away from the corner with her left leg and rode Daly and her gilded spandex to the canvas, SPIKING Domi’s face into the thinly-sheathed plywood with her signature Calf Branding.
CALF BRANDING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vi-SMa18DQ0
Ending on her knees next to the face-down and lifeless Daly, Beth immediately popped to her feet and charges the champ, Macy having turned so her back leaned heavily into the ropes behind her. A Lariat from the charging cowgirl sent Macy back-flipping over the rubber-coated steel, Renquist ending puddled on the floor, the crowd groaning at the site of Jenkins winning their ‘shootout’ by finishing off the branded Domi, Macy losing her belt without being pinned or submitted.
Beth strode to Domi. Credit due, Daly was up to hands and knees, trying to fight but unable to resist the redhead as she pulled the Mite into a Dragon Sleeper, Beth ready to bury Dominique at Boot Hill.
Yoking up on her grip to make the gymnast shift her weight from one foot to the other, Jenkins filled her other hand with a healthy amount of Daly’s leotard (just above the brunette’s right hip), then hunched down and yanked up to swing Domi all the way to high nooNO! Daly crunched in on herself to drive one knee into the top of Beth’s head which in turn forced the cowgirl to return her burden to the canvas. But Jenkins’ Inverted Facelock remained stubbornly intact even when Domi was back on terra firma, meaning the funeral was only delayed and not cancelled. Relinquishing her grip on Daly’s golden lycra without warning, Beth flattened that hand into a paddle and CRACKED a huge overhand swat down on Dominque’s exposed abs!
“You thought the first brand stung, heifer?” the Redheaded Sun Devil sneered after another hard Slap. “Well this one’s gonna be permanent!” She snatched hold of Domi’s togs once again and boosted the brunette skyward once more, Daly soaring directly overhead…and then beyond as she slipped free of Jenkins’ grip, caught an Inverted Facelock of her own and sat out full force to THA-WHAM Beth down on the back of her head and shoulders with a picture perfect Sit-Out Shiranui! The force of the landing shot Jenkins’ legs straight into the air, so Domi leaned forward and hooked ‘em under the arms to turn the already precarious predicament into a Reverse Matchbook good for the…
SIT-OUT SHIRANUI @ 00:19
www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4Mk-K2bbA8
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Jenkins popped free with half a whisper to spare, the ‘THREE!’ so close Castle had to throw a warning to the Timekeeper to protect against an erroneous bell. As for the Mightiest Mite, she clambered to her feet and would’ve made Beth do the same if she hadn’t noticed Macy pulling herself upward with the assistance of the bottom rope. Still fuming over the ignominious way Renquist had hurled her into the crowd, Daly charged the blonde and threw herself into an aggressive Baseball Slide that THWHUMPED her bare feet against Macy’s chest!
Barely prepared for verticality, let alone such a crushing pinpoint strike, the Slappin’ Sensation flew backward across the narrow aisle and BWAAANGED spine-first against the guardrail.
“And STAY out!” Dominique huffed as she clapped some invisible dust off her hands. “I’ll come get you if I need a second podium!”
With her ring cleared of all save the crippled cowgirl, Daly strutted back to Jenkins and stuffed a perky little Double Stomp into her tummy because she had to stomp something, right? Beth ‘OOOFFFHED!’ and sat up, her left arm flying across her midsection while she planted her right hand against the canvas to keep her tenuous seat. As for Domi, she took hold of the Arizonan’s left wrist and yanked it away from her torso, thus forcing a mewling Beth to return to boot-leather.
“Still wanna talk brands, Bethy?” Daly put the redhead’s shoulder through back to back Arm Wringers. “Cuz it looks to me like you’re on your way to the slaughterhoUUNNGGGHH!”
The Baddest Bytch on Boot Hill drove a booming Haymaker into Dominique’s jaw, then took control of the Wristlock and slung her brunette into the ropes with an Irish NOPE! Daly skidded to a halt without relinquishing her hold on Jenkins’ left wrist and rushed back the way she’d came to wrap Beth’s arm around her own throat and THWHAM her down flat on her back courtesy of the Straightjacket Cutter!
STRAIGHTJACKET CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTfoZe4y68A
“THAT’S IT!” Domi bellowed to the capacity crowd the instant she’d skipped to her feet. “FLOOR EXERCISE IS OVER, IT’S TIME TO STICK THE DISMOUNT!”
While the FAWNatics weren’t exactly thrilled at the prospect of Lightweight Gold around Daly’s waist again, a goodly portion of those assembled roared their approval if only at the prospect of watching Dominique skewer Beth with her sadistic soles. Daly didn’t give a crap why they cheered, she only used the noise as motivation to reach the nearest corner in record time. Already facing the crowd, she grabbed hold of the top rope and sprang all the way to the third floor with the sort of effortless ease that belied a lifetime of training. Standing tall in the high rent district, Domi strapped an invisible belt around her waist and leapt out into the aether with a flawless back-flip that ended with both feet THWHUMPING down on Beth’s exposed belly!
STICKING THE DISMOUNT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hjHznQji_JM
Jenkins convulsed like she’d been hit with a defibrillator while Daly hopped off her crash-pad, the brunette stunner already grinning from ear to-- Macy rushed up on Domi’s six, caught her by trunks and tresses and stormed to the far side of the ring to sling the startled gymnast clear over the--DON’T THINK SO!
Daly caught hold of the top rope and used it like a skyhook to pull herself into an awkward landing on the apron. Infuriated by this brazen attempted theft, Dominique jumped up and flicked her right foot at the side of Renquist’s skull. Macy saw it coming but was too close to dodge, so she raised a quick guard that absorbed the worst of the kick but also drove that protecting forearm into her face! The Beach Blaster stumbled back a few steps, her retreat granting Daly just enough time and distance to spring onto the top rope for CRAAAAAACK!
Macy lunged and hopped, the blonde lashing out with a sharply angled Bytch Slap that tagged Dominique flush across the cheek! Daly’s head snapped to the side and she tumbled offa the rubber-coated steel in an awkward fall that saw her hit the apron before landing on the barely-padded concrete floor.
Dismissing Daly as soon as she heard her land, Macy practically hurled herself at Beth Jenkins, who’d made it to all fours within the last few seconds. Crouching behind the oblivious redhead, Renquist reached around with her right hand and grabbed hold of Beth’s left wrist while simultaneously burying her left hand in the challenger’s red mane.
Too gut-shot from the Dismount to do much more than wriggle in Macy’s grip when the blonde hauled her upright, Jenkins raised a foot and would’ve stomped on Renquist’s bare toes if the champ hadn’t abandoned the hair-hold to brace that hand between the cowgirl’s shoulders for a forceful shove! Beth lurched forward only to get spun ‘round in a half circle when Renquist yanked on that captured wri-CRAAAAAAAAAACK!
BYTCH MAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVwV6aKxsIk&sns=em
The Bytch Maker swiveled Jenkins’ head to the side and unhinged her knees all at once, the redhead sinking to her knees in a slow motion collapse that only resumed normal speed when Macy dropped alongside and barreled Beth onto her back. Collecting Jenkins’ legs even as she rolled into the Back Press, Renquist set every bit of her weight atop Beth’s chest while Castle and the crowd counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Macy tossed those bundled limbs aside and rose to her full height, the blonde raising victorious fists even before the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Lightweight Champion… MACY RENQUIST!”
Nick presented her with the title shortly thereafter and though the Slappin’ Sensation yearned to figuratively and literally rub Jenkins’ nose in her win, she wasn’t about to drop her guard when--“There you are.” Renquist murmured when Dominique Daly made it to her feet on the outside.
“Sneaking bytch.” Domi seethed. “I HAD her. I had her and you stole her from me!”
“The hell I did.” Macy snapped. “I kept a thief from poaching my title. THAT’S what I did.”
“I’m going to get another shot, Renquist. No cowgirls, no bullshyt, no excuses. Because you didn’t beat me. And I’m still the best Lightweight in all of FAWN.”
Renquist slapped the faceplate of the belt slung over her shoulder. “Whenever you want it, princess. But I promise, next time you get in my face I’ll show the whole world that you’re the Lightweight Division’s answer to a Silver Medal.”
Daly snarled, flipped the blonde stereo birds and stalked up the aisle, leaving Macy to enjoy the strutting victory circuit she’d been denied at Mayhem.
Domi absently rubbed at the fading, blue ‘BJ’ on her butt cheek, remembering the post-match melee leading to Bareback Beth making her part of the bytch’s ‘herd’. Now, it’ll be both of them in the ring with the Lightweight Champion in search of grabbing the gold, her first chance at the top of the card in ages.
The former gymnast and near Olympian bounced nervously backstage, waiting for her moment as the crowd buzzed in anticipation of a three-way free-for-all for arguably FAWN’s second greatest prize.
Her music started and the Pac Rim beauty pushed through the curtains as Lady Gaga’s ‘Applause’ echoed throughout the arena, the crowd giving Daly anything but.
APPLAUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pco91kroVgQ
DOMINIQUE DALY:
Bouncing to center stage, the multitude’s volume grew as the hate Domi’s accrued through a career where, for the most part, sheds shown the fans and indeed her fellow roster members nothing but disdain, washed over her. The Oregonian reveled in it, knowing the fans’ animosity was fueled by their jealousy of her unrivalled athletic excellence and wrestling brilliance.
The vertically challenged hardbody was decked out in a gleaming gold leotard dusted with tiny stars in red, white and blue. Strategic rips revealed several swatches of Daly’s trim midriff, her chiseled tummy matching the perfectly-sculptured shoulders, arms and thighs. The look was complete with matching gold tape on her wrists and ankles, chalk powder on her palms and the soles of her bare feet.
Dominique motioned across her carved abdomen, where the symbol of her division’s top spot will soon be placed, the revulsion of the assembled only increasing in intensity.
Daly threw her head back, cupped both hands around her mouth and shouted “HIT IT!”
The lights turned strobe, flickering on and off so fast even the most attentive fans couldn’t follow the effortlessly intricate series of tumbles, handsprings, flips and cartwheels that took the exotic brunette down the ramp. Tracking her was made all the more difficult by the thunderous trail of gold pyro accompanying her journey from one end of the ramp to the other.
When the lights regained their equilibrium, Daly was on the outside of the nearest top turnbuckle.
Dominique threw her hands overhead in a ‘V’ and launched heavenward before spiraling into a descent that planted her in the center of the ring as the Announcer initiated his introduction.
“Our next contest is a Triple Threat Match scheduled for one fall with a sixty-minute time limit and it is for the FAWN Lightweight Championship! Introducing first, hailing from Portland, Oregon. She stands five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twelve pounds. She is the Mighty Mite…and the ultimate athlete… DOMINIQUE DALY!”
The crowd’s further chance to exhibit their disgust with Domi was cut short when she grabbed the stick and shooed the announcer away.
“Shut your mouths and know my gold,” Daly shouted, snarling at the FAWNatics as they responded by trying to drown her in jeers. “Jenkins. You’re about to be buried and it won’t be f’n Boot Hill. It’s tonight, right here in Orlando Florida!”
Dominique smirked at the cheap pop she received. She ran her free hand down the spandex-sheathed course of her chiseled beauty.
“You put your vile mark on my flawless physique and tonight you get branded as a failure. Macy. You’ve turned a gimmick into quite a little niche market. But now you’re going to find out an athlete can ride a one-trick pony into the ground.”
Domi tossed the stick away with a CLUNK and settled into an expectant crouch, waiting for her first foe to arrive.
With one of her herd confined by the fences of the range she ruled, the redheaded rancher waited on the balls of her feet for the opportunity at a second run with the sub-125 hardware. She’d humiliated the Slappin’ Sensation after Renquist’s fluke win to keep the belt. Tonight, she’d add an official loss to making Renquist her flaxen-haired cattle.
The back of each FAWNatics straightened when ‘Wildflower’ by Jane Dear Girls reverberated through the bowl, the crowd understanding the freckled fighter was a real threat to regain a top spot in the organization.
WILDFLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NC0IhlquYlI
Bareback emerged in full Western regalia, her greeting less than welcoming, the throngs knowing full well to what levels she could and would stoop.
BETH JENKINS:
Jenkins was clad in slightly altered trademark attire, flag of the Grand Canyon State patterned on her vest—small enough to leave a sliver of midsection bare—blue spandex, boy-cut trunks and tan leather chaps below. Her feet were adorned in a pair of battered old cowboy boots, spurs clicking against the floor as she sauntered down the aisle. A coiled lasso was attached to her hip and sitting atop her head was a black cowboy hat with a curved brim.
On her side is the grappler’s infamous mock ‘branding iron’, the ‘Wild West’-inspired ink gun she’d used to assign both of tonight’s foes to her ‘BJ’ ranch.
Confident in her growing position within the division, Beth ignored the jeers and catcalls from the crowd, the Pale Rider striding directly toward the squared circle without hesitation. The redhead looked as though she’s headed down Main Street of old Tombstone at high noon, keeping out of the reach of those extending for a handshake or high-five, the rabble not worthy of her time.
On the way, the Announcer took his chance as Beth’s music faded.
“And her opponent…hailing from Tombstone, Arizona, standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds… BAREBACK BETH JENKINS!”
As the Arizonan reached the ring, she continued past the steps to the Announcer’s Table and gave him a disapproving shake of her head.
“I said I want more feeling, chump. You’ll give it to me when I’m champ?”
The man nodded obediently.
Beth turned in her spurs, lasso and ten-gallon for a microphone. Jenkins raised the stick to her rosy lips as she walked back to the steps, strode up, and slipped through the ropes, twirling the ‘branding iron’ in her opposite fingers.
“Hey there little calf,” Beth said, casting her eyes to Daly.
“That brand looks good on you. So good, I might just give you a matching set.”
The mob boos lustily as Bareback raised the ‘branding iron’ high… and Dominique’s not waiting!
She charged Jenkins, ready to tear the ‘iron’ from her hand and perhaps take the arm with it. But the ever-vigilant Nick Castle intervened, keeping Daly from her target with a few inches to spare.
“Keep that animal away from me,” Beth shouted. “I’ve got business to finish and she’s only a distraction.”
Jenkins handed over the microphone and her ‘iron’ to a FAWN flunky, the ginger cowgirl moving to her corner of choice, waiting for the arrival of the champ.
Castle was doing his best to keep Beth and Dominique from one another when the Announcer called forth the last third of this high-flying triptych. “And introducing their opponent, hailing from Blue Bay, Florida, stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and seventeen pounds. She is the Slappin’ Sensation, ladies and the FAWN Light Heavyweight Champion… MACY RENQUIST!”
MESS AROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJlFKmfZGL4
MACY RENQUIST:
Pleased to turn their attention to anyone more pleasant than the pair of heat magnets in the squared circle, the FAWNatics combined their voices with the several resounding ‘UH-OH’s!’ that marked the opening to Cage the Elephant’s ‘Mess Around’. Macy herself showed up a few seconds later, the svelte stunner brushing through the curtain with both hands stuffed into the pockets of her pink & white varsity jacket which was zipped all the way up because apparently she didn’t feel a bit of the high-summer humidity.
Bopping along to the beat of whatever tune poured from her oversized red headphones, Renquist grinned out at the fans, then reached up with one hand, caught the zipper between thumb and forefinger and drew it down to reveal the shiny gold belt snugged ‘round her trim waist. Allowing herself the opportunity to buff the faceplate with her forearm, the Beach Blaster strutted down the ramp on a beeline with the Callous Cowgirl and the Mightiest Mite.
Quick to ascend the stairs once she traversed the aisle, Macy strode onto the apron and dipped through the ropes. She claimed the center of the ring in short order and strengthened her fan base by doffing the jacket to show off a strappy white two piece with pink trim and matching accents. Her knee and elbow pads were an identical black, while the ankle wraps she wore in place of boots were matte pink, an homage to her trainer.
Revealed to be almost solid muscle and sinew once shod of her varsity jacket, Macy undid the belt one handed, hoisted it high and spun in a circle to make sure the crowd, and especially Beth and Domi could take in her prize. She beckoned both in turn but neither took the bait so Renquist slung the strap to Nick Castle, then backpedaled into an empty corner.
Acutely aware that her time at the top of FAWN’s Lightweight Hill would come to a painful and possibly humiliating end if she didn’t keep her head on a swivel, Macy Renquist started toward the center as soon as the bell sounded. Eyes darting between both challengers, the Slappin’ Sensation found her attention drawn to Dominique because the svelte brunette closed the distance far quicker than the Redheaded Sun Devil. Frowning, Macy spared Jenkins a glance and wasn’t surprised to find Beth still reclined in the buckles, her elbows propped lazily against the top ro--
Daly lunged, forcing Renquist to spin away from her questing claws. “C’mon blondie.” Domi taunted once she’d reset her footing. “You think you’re worthy of the gold? Prove it!”
“Happy to, baby.” Macy replied without hesitation. “Just keeping an eye on the looming vulture.” Her eyes flicked to Beth and Daly’s did the same.
“Oh. Is THAT what you’re worried about.” she scoffed loud enough for the Arizonan to hear. “Don’t worry, champ. I’ll have you beat before the Ginger Flat-Ass can even make it out of her corner!”
Renquist snorted, rolled her shoulders and raised both hands. “You want to make this a speed run, Domi? Then show me what you--”
Daly reared back on her heels so Macy braced for a lock-up only look on in surprise when the Mightiest Mite turned ninety degrees and flew toward Beth Jenkins!
Startled by the brunette’s blitzkrieg charge, Beth hooked an arm around the top rope and barked, “ROPES! SLOW IT DOWN, DALY! I’M IN THE ROPHEYNNGHH!”
Daly’s Dropkick was known as one of the prettiest (and most accurate) in all of FAWN, thus explaining why Jenkins raised her free arm in a rough half-guard. Unfortunately for her, Domi went low instead of high, the gold-clad brunette shooting under the bottom rope in a Baseball Slide that put her on the floor directly behind Bareback Beth. Catching hold of the redhead’s ankles, Daly pulled hard to sweep Jenkins’ legs out from under if she hadn’t doubled down on her top rope grip. This allowed her to maintain verticality, but it also meant her attention was on Domi and not on the champ, who promptly CRAAACKED a Running Bytch Slap across the redhead’s cheek! Beth’s head snapped to one side and her hooks on the strands gave way. Domi still had firm control on Jenkins’ ankles and stepped backward to send her burden pitching face-first to the canvNO!
Macy caught Beth in a loose Bear Hug that she promptly segued into a Front Facelock. “Let go, moron!” Daly upbraided the champion as she continued to yank on the redhead’s ankles. “This bytch is mi-DAMMIT!”
Unwilling to relinquish her grasp on Bareback, Macy braced her right foot against the middle buckle and kicked off to wrest Jenkins from the brunette’s grasp. Free of Domi’s meddling, Renquist backpedaled into the middle of the ring, slung Jenkins’ near arm across her shoulders and popped her hips to take the taller wrestler up, over and DOWN with a Snap Suplex, heavy on the Snap! Macy floated over into a cover on impact, the blonde hooking her foe’s far leg in search of a quick…
FLOAT-OVER SNAP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X-PZzCM0M80
ONE…
“OOOFFFFHHH!”
Returned to the squared circle in the blink of an eye, Domi rushed the cover, hopped up and THUMPED both heels between the Beach Blaster’s shoulders! Macy tumbled away from the cover and ended up on her belly until she braced both hands against the mat and pushed to all fouTHWHAP! Daly tagged her in the left temple with a Low Dropkick that flopped the Beach Blaster onto her back.
“Try to steal one from me, huh?” Dominique hissed as she bundled Macy into a Back Press. “Poor form, loser!”
Craig Long didn’t care about form save for the placement of Renquist’s shoulders and since those were right where they needed to be he wasted no time counting…
ONE…
TWO…
“NGH!”
Beth Jenkins flew in with a timely Double Axehandle that smashed into the nape of Daly’s neck! “What do you think you’re doing, darling?” the Baddest Bytch on Boot Hill sounded less than pleased as she dragged Domi to verticality with a double handful of hair. “Wouldn’t be trying to rustle a prize heifer from my herd, would yaRGH!”
Daly slapped the Callous Cowgirl’s mouth twice in rapid succession, shrugged free of the hair-hold and caught a Wristlock to send the redhead racing to the ropes with an Irish NOPE!
Beth planted her heels, reeled the brunette in and PWAAAKED a huge left hand offa Dominique’s jaw! The gymnast’s legs gave a noticeable shimmy but she didn’t leave her feet, so Jenkins snatched a Wristlock of her own and hurled Daly into the strands. Beth instinctively dropped a shoulder in anticipation of a Back Body Drop, but straightened up when Domi threaded her arms over the top rope to abort the return trip.
“That all you got, Bare-Ass?” she sniped. “I’ve punked baristas that hit harder than you!”
Not about to take that sort of sass from a perpetual bronze medalist, Jenkins flipped Daly a double bird and rushed the ropes with a huge Lariat aimed at Domi’s clavi--THWHAP! The Pernicious Pixie exploded forward and went low, Daly leading with her heels to drive a pinpoint Dropkick into her opponent’s thighs! Pitched forward in a near headlong sprawl, Jenkins landed awkwardly on her knees while her throat ‘twanged’ against the second strand!
“You may be a shytty cowgirl, but you’ll make a great podium, loser.” Dominique giggled as she bounced to her feet. Peeling off a quick about-face, Daly legged it toward the THWHACK!
Macy interrupted Domi’s trip down the runway with a Super Kick to the point of the challenger’s chin! Dark eyes wide and glassy after the shot, the Mightiest Mite turned back the way she’d came and--“Uh-uh, princess. I’m not done with you!” Macy caught hold of Daly’s leotard and reeled her back into a Waistlock only to dump her on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy of a huge German Suplex!
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UYXo47OwmYM
Now Renquist’s bridge game was top tier, but she didn’t attempt one here because she didn’t want to leave her belly exposed to another shot from the Redheaded Sun Devil. To that end she released the Waistlock on impact and hurried to her feet. Spying Jenkins kneeling in the ropes, Macy charged and used Beth like a ramp, the Slappin’ Sensation pushing offa her foe’s butt and shoulders en route to leap over the ropes to the floor below. The dismount was impressive and the landing was perfect, but Renquist didn’t celebrate until she drawn a bead on Beth and CRAAACKED a huge Bytch Slap off her cheek!
Jenkins tumbled backward and rolled away from the ropes with both hands pressed to her stinging mug. As for Macy, she climbed onto the apron and took the top rope in both hands. “C’mon baby, get on your feet.” she murmured to the recovering redhead. “It’s about time you got a taste of MY brand.”
Unaware of the blonde’s demand, Bareback Beth rolled to all fours and slowly clambered to boot-leather. Catching sight of a penitent Dominique Daly, Jenkins crooked her fingers into talons, then spun on a dime when the crowd let out a huge roar. Good thing she did, as it gave her enough time to spy Macy springing off the top rope! Dropping onto her belly without even thinking about it, Beth let Renquist soar through the vacated spa--“OOOOOOFFFFFFHHH!”
In better position to do something about the Crossbody, a newly risen Domi got a hand on blonde hip and shoulder, then dropped to one knee while simultaneously guiding Macy into a gut-first landing atop the posted joint! The Beach Blaster rolled away, arms clutched across her tummy in gut-shot agony!
Domi scrambled up and-- Jenkins barreled into her from the side and just like that the challengers were locked in a mutual hair-pull and a fierce exchange of white-knuckled body blows!
The still visible ink brand on her backside fueling Domi’s ire, the vertically-challenged Mite held her ground until Beth lifted a knee into her chiseled tummy. Even Daly’s iron abs couldn’t ignore the point of Jenkins’ invading knee and she doubled slightly, allowing the redhead to pivot and slide a backhanded grip across Dominique’s throat. The likewise branded blonde pushed to her feet a moment later and Beth goes two-for-one, Macy rising into a front Facelock. The smirking redhead in control of both her foes.
In the blink of an eye, Bareback laid out, simultaneously spiking Macy’s skull with a crisp DDT while driving the back of Daly’s skull into the canvas an inverted version of the same. The force sent Renquist flipping through to a spreadeagle while the former gymnast, also finished on her back, pattering her bare feet against the canvas, cradling her aching braincase.
Beth dove across Domi in a Lateral Press for a…ONE…before Daly spasmed out of the redhead’s control. Jenkins immediately threw her body on Macy with a similar Crossbody pin, hooking a far leg for…ONE…and nothing more, Renquist kicking free.
A snarling Beth hopped to her feet and stomped the champ toward mudhole status. While she did, Daly crawled in from behind, tripping Beth off her feet and rolling Bareback into a Small Package for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Beth escaped, shoving Daly off and away and scrambling to her feet, cursing under her breath. Dominique raced at the rising redhead. She ducked a right cross from the cowgirl and used the extended limb to swing her sinewy frame around Jenkins, legs scissoring the opposite arm as she tried to pull Beth off her feet for a Crucifix pin. But Bareback showed her mettle, remaining vertical with Daly clinging across her shoulders, squirming futilely.
Cue the champ’s arrival, having struggled back to boot leather. She launched a Dropkick to Beth’s chin Dominique would be proud if it hadn’t resulted in sending Bareback crashing to her back and sandwiching Daly underneath, Macy the next to pull off a double destruction.
The champ dove atop the pile, effectively pinning Domi’s shoulders through Beth’s body between. Controversy was avoided as to who would get credit for the pin when Daly somehow snuck out from under enough to throw an arm off the canvas and save herself.
With easier access to the woman who’d left her right hip with the trademark inky ‘BJ’ injected into her skin after a post-match Mayhem tussle, Macy ripped the redhead off Domi’s side. Snatching her with a Three Quarters Facelock grip, Renquist Snapmared the freckled fighter to a seat on the canvas. Racing past Jenkins, Macy slid in on her knees to deliver an echoing Bytch Slap that put Beth flat to the canvas, a reddening welt growing on her right cheek.
The blonde hopped to her feet only to find the ponytailed brunette racing toward her, but she adjusted quickly, dipping as the former gymnast sprinted to her. Picking the smaller woman up around the hips, Macy launched her, laying out as she lifted, delivering face to canvas with a wicked Flapjack on the spandex-clad grappler.
FLAPJACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FgjU59VEddo
Daly bounced to her back after the impact, staring blankly at the rafters while Macy kipped to her feet, only to be nearly decapitated by a Discus Clothesline from the rodeo queen, the back of the blonde’s cranium THUMPING against the deck as she’s ripped from the canvas by the ferocious blow.
DISCUS CLOSTHESLINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbZN3e89s18
Macy landed in a Jackknife position and Beth took advantage, placing her palms on the raised rump of the flaxen-haired Sensation for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Renquist back somersaulted out of the pin, pushing from her knees to a wobbly stance, while a dazed Daly did the same. But seeing the champ vulnerable sent an adrenaline spike through the Mite. She rushed to the ropes, rebounded and snatched Macy’s skull while flipping over her shoulder. She RIPPED Renquist off her feet, forcing the unsteady blonde through a wild back-flip, Daly spectacularly spiking Macy’s skull to the canvas, drawing many an ‘ooooh’ from the crowd.
FRONT FLIP NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zygcKJ9cMNE
Domi’s high-impact aerial arsenal collected its first victim of the night. She shoved a semi-conscious Sensation to her back, Macy flopping into a wide starfish for the pin and the lightweight title at…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOOOOOO!
It’s debatable whether Renquist would have forced her way free but Beth made sure, grabbing an ankle and yanking Dominique off. Her captured leg held aloft, the uber-athletic Daly immediately lifted off her planted stem and NAILED the redhead’s right temple with an Enzugiri that sent Jenkins staggering away as if she’s emerged from a barroom brawl.
Daly bounded to her feet, raced after the redhead and THUMPED her with a running European Uppercut. Beth’s head snapped back in a whiplash-like movement yet somehow she remained upright. Daly reverted to her malevolent manners, genuflecting in front of the woman who’d made her part of the herd, THUMPING Bareback’s crotch with a swift uppercut forearm that sent a chirping Jenkins to tiptoes.
A smirking Daly slid through the ropes, turned, and grabbed the top. As the cowgirl spins to find her. Dominque gracefully hopped to the uppermost cable and sprang into a blockbuster, the second half of her Daly Double.
DALY DOUBLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8aGoxWk4MS0
A delighted Domi pushed from her knees to her bare tootsies, throwing her arms high and wide, the ‘applause hound’ rightly rewarded by the impressed FAWNatics. She’s less so by Macy, who leapt into a mount from behind, swinging through a momentary Headscissors to end on the other side of Domi’s taut frame with an Octopus hold firmly secured, leg pushing against the back of Daly’s neck while the aerialist’s far arm was barred. Renquist added her own special touch, reaching around to give not-so-little ‘love slaps’ to the former gymnast’s chiseled but pinking abdomen.
SLAPPIN’ OCTOPUS @ 00:52
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iaFFD57v4rM
Castle went to one knee to get his face in front of Daly’s.
“Just say the word, Domi.”
“How ‘bout two,” she grunted. “Fuck you!”
A creaky Beth, not nearly a hundo after losing the Daly Double, managed to stumble into a Shoulderblock that sent her knotted foes tumbling over, breaking Daly free from Macy’s clutches. Plucking Renquist from the body of the ponytailed brunette, Beth buggywhipped the Sensation toward a far set of buckles, Renquist turning into a spine-first collision and dropping to her cheeks, limp legs extended in front of her.
Seeing a silver platter, Bareback Beth sprinted toward her flaccid foe, seated lethargically in front of the buckles. She leapt from a few feet out, her junk RAMMING into Macy’s jaw. Grabbing the strands on either side, the rodeo queen rode her bytch with a Bronco Buster, pounding her pelvis into Macy’s chops for a full ten-spot before dismounting the waylaid champion.
BRONCO BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYMIC6SIGVg
The freckled fighter traded one saddle for another, pulling the dazed blonde out of the corner by her golden mane, forcing Macy to hands and knees then straddling Macy horsey-style for her cruel, signature Eight Second Ride, Beth making Macy her pony with a trip toward the middle, using a vile underhanded crotch claw on the champ as persuasion, Renquist painfully moving step by agonizing all-fours step before faltering and flopping center stage.
Bearing down even harder after the champ crumpled beneath her, Jenkins ran her free hand through her hair, then twirled an invisible lasso in the direction of the Lightweight Title. “Check her!” she barked at Castle. “This little filly is goddamned BROKE!”
The Senior Official wasn’t quite ready to agree with Beth’s assessment, but he was more than willing to investigate, thus his purposeful stride toward-- Dominique raced by like he was standing still, the former Lightweight Champ using the lumbering zebra as cover to ensure she closed on Bareback without raising an alarm. Leaving her feet the instant she saw the whites of Beth’s eyes, Domi ‘smecked’ her legs around the redhead’s noggin and swung out onto her tummy to THWHONK her foe’s forehead into the deck with a snappy Spike ‘Rana!
SPIKE 'RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-aisoZbihw
Jenkins tumbled away from her mount in a sulky sprawl that turned into a tight Back Press once she’d hopped aboard and claimed the other challenger’s gams. Swooping into position as Daly secured her cover, Castle slapped the mat…
ONE….
TWO…
The Baddest Bytch on Boot Hill escaped with perhaps a second to spare and made a quick (or rather, as quick as a woozy crawl would allow) getaway toward the ropes on the far side of the ring. A short distance away, Macy clambered to one knee and no farther as she still had a hand pressed to the center of her aggrieved trunks.
Momentarily torn between targets, Domi looked back and forth before hurrying toward the Beach Blaster. “Come with me, chump!” Daly snatched a handful of blonde ponytail and used it to haul Renquist into a mean Side Headlock without breaking her stride. Actually that wasn’t quite true, as Domi’s stride broke into a flat out sprint, the lithesome lightweight veteran rushing headlong at the corner with Macy doing her stumbling best to keep pace. Her efforts, while commendable ultimately amounted to nothing because Daly hopped up and shot through the gap between top and middle strands to come down in springy comfort atop the latter while Renquist was BWUUUNGED face-first into the middle turnbuckle!
BULLDOG TO TURNBUCKLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ryTmKlbjWk
“Stay right here, loser.” Domi made a point to muss Macy’s hair as she extricated herself from the ropes. I’ll be back to rub the gold in your face once I’ve finished the cowgirl.”
At the moment Jenkins certainly looked ripe for the plucking, as she was slumped on her butt in the ropes on the far side of the squared circle with both arms draped limp over the second strand. Another zero to sixty take-off for the Mightiest Mite, Daly shooting across the ring and into her opponent’s airspace for what looked like a Tiger Feint Kick but ended as something far more unpleasant. Sweeping through the strands to finish up on the redhead’s six, Daly cinched her legs around Beth’s right bicep while simultaneously locking an S-grip under chin. Already drawn down by her old enemy gravity, Daly PULLED with all her strength to wrench the back of Beth’s neck over the second rope!
DOMI'S ROPE TRICK @ 00:43
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJLBLLEv2Qs
“AAAAAAHHHHH FAHK!” the Redheaded Sun Devil shrieked in surprised anguish. “GET THE F*CK OFF ME YA MIDGET, I’M IN THE ROPES!”
“Sorry, beeyotch!” Dominique jostled like a madwoman to put every bit of her weight into the painful (albeit illegal) hold. “I’m not going anywhere ’til I hear a count!”
That came far quicker than she would’ve preferred, yet the arrival of the ref only spurred Daly to crank all the harder while Castle tolled, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
“OOOOOOFFFHHHHHH!”
Domi had just released her rope trick when the Slappin’ Sensation charged in full bore and THWHUMPED a gut-churning Dropkick into the taut, defenseless expanse of Beth’s tummy! Jenkins was driven backward into Daly, who was knocked from her perch on the apron to hit the blue-padded floor on her hands and knees.
Fighting to her knees after the unprotected shot, Bareback strapped both arms across her roiled midsection and snarled, “Renquist you bytch, the next brand’s going right between your ey--”
CRA-CRAAAAAACK!
Macy earned a shriek from the challenger and a sympathetic ‘ooohhh!’ from the crowd when she smote Beth’s chest with a double Forehand Slap! “What was that?” the incensed blonde sniped as she twined her fingers in Jenkins’ coppery locks. “You threatening me with that nasty little branding iron again?” she halved her grip and wrenched Beth’s head back at such an angle that the Arizonan was forced to look up at the Slappin’ Sensation. “Why don’t you try mine, instead? It never runs out!”
CRAAAAAACK!
Macy clouted her with another huge Slap, the champ clearly working through the frustration that’d been gnawing at her since Mayhem. Swatted into a near stupor by Renquist’s deceptively heavy hands, Jenkins raised one arm to protect her face while the other reached out and managed to hook the middle rope. “Break.” she huffed. “Goddammit Castle make her break it, I’m in the ropOOOWWW!”
From the outside, Domi snatched hold of the redhead’s wrist, then darted in to chomp down on the Beth’s fingers! Jenkins wrenched free with a hiss only to have her bell rung by the Kneelift Macy bounced off the side of her head. As for Daly, she hopped onto the middle rope and pointed an accusing finger at Renquist. “Poaching piece of crap! I TOLD you to keep the hell out of my busineSSOOFFFHH!”
Hands full with Beth, Macy pulled her to semi-verticality, then whipped through a full circle to better sling the cowgirl between the top and middle ropes! Renquist hadn’t put enough strength behind it to send her rival all the way to the floor, it did however send her shoulder-first into Domi’s trim tummy in an improvised Shoulderblock! Jenkins crumpled to one knee with her arms hanging over the second rope while Daly hunched over on the apron, effectively forehead-to-forehead with the Redheaded Sun Devil in the aftermath of their collision.
And Macy?
She hit the other side of the ring in a flat out sprint and raced back at her vulnerable challengers. Leaving her feet when she was almost on top of the Arizonan, Renquist dove over Beth, under the top rope and over Domi, the Lightweight Champ slapping a Waistlock on her brunette as she tumbled through a Sunset Flip that’d NO!
Dominique bore down on the rubber-coated steel in a death grip and shook her head ‘no, no, no!’ “Leggo, bytch!” she demanded of the blonde, who was even then struggling to prize her off the apron. “You’re not gonna plant me on the flOOOOOWWWW BYTCH NOOOOOFFFFFHHHH!”
Beth grabbed hold of Domi’s thumbs in each hand and bent them out and back, a callous bit of joint manipulation that hurt like hell AND destroyed the gymnast’s grip on the second rope. That was what really did her in, as it allowed Macy to walk her burden from the apron to the guardrail, where she promptly tossed Daly into the first row of FAWNatics!
SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=519IRmlUHvI
Positively radiant amidst the ‘HOLY SHYT’ chants, Renquist swung around and discovered Jenkins leaning heavily against the ropes.
Catching the champ’s eye, Beth ran a hand through her hair and flicked a mist of sweat in Macy’s direction. “You want some of this, bytch?” The Rodeo Queen backpedaled a couple of steps, raised both hands and beckoned the Beach Blaster to join her in the squared circle.
Macy looked over her shoulder, was pleased to find Domi sprawled at the bottom of a crater made of chairs, nachos and stunned wrestling nerds. Returning her attention to the cowgirl, Renquist made her hands into pistols and set them in invisible holsters at each hip. Eyebrow arched, she murmured, “So you’re looking for a showdown, red? Well, I’m your huckleberry.”
Renquist hopped to the apron and carefully slid her way through, one leg then hesitating, then the other, wary of the lurking Beth. But Jenkins played it straight, allowing the champion in clean. Castle stepped out of the way and motioned them together. They don’t delay in ramming their lithe frames in a collar-and-elbow, each woman glistening, gear slightly dislodged after the three-way pinball of the match. But for the moment, there are two.
Macy pivoted and tugged Bareback into a Side Headlock, grinding the redhead’s noggin against her side, making the challenger aware how painful payback for the Pony Ride would be. After rattling Beth’s braincase, Macy freed her foe but only to spin her into a forearm smash to the jaw, staggering the Arizonan enough the Sensation had open access to Beth’s six. She looped her arms around Jenkins’, hooking her foe at the elbows from behind. The blonde vaulted Beth into the air, laying out and hurling the freckled fighter CRASHING to the canvas on her head and neck with a Tiger Suplex.
TIGER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iy3A20wlMfY
The momentum sent Jenkins tumbling over to her chest, blazing blue eyes glazed. Renquist scrambled to the shellshocked redhead, shoving Jenkins to her back and climbing aboard in a Lateral Press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Bytch from Boot Hill shoved a shoulder up if barely. An unconvinced Macy cast a glance in Castle’s direction before sinking a set of nails into the auburn locks of her rival. She hauled Beth up as she rose and aimed the dazed Jenkins to the far buckles, whipping Jenkins into a sprint that ends with a back-first collision with the corner.
Beth had barely a second before a charging Macy CRUSHED her under an avalanche of Beach Blaster, the title holder leaping and burying Beth beneath. Renquist stayed tight to her flaccid challenger. She scooped Beth’s legs off the deck and slipped them over the middle rope on one side while draping the other side with the cowgirl’s shoulders.
With Jenkins set like as if on an altar, a sweat-soaked but resplendent Macy went to work with a furious flurry of overhand slaps, machine-gun style, far past the ability of the crowd to count in time. One could only guess how many WHACKS there were across the freckled tummy of the challenger but when Renquist relented Beth’s tummy turns from pink to rosy. With Nick’s count moving toward ‘FIVE!’, Macy used the top rope on either side to push off the canvas and deliver a set of knees to the burning belly, Jenkins collapsing to the mat at Macy’s feet.
CORNER HUNG DOUBLE KNEES @ 00:14
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FfkrRNXLi0M
Taking a quick scan to the outside and seeing a wobbly Domi still trying to work her way over the barricade and back into the field of play, Renquist realized the Pink Belly would be the perfect prelude to end tonight’s division coronation.
Perhaps realizing she wouldn’t have time to draw a submission from the redhead with her Renquisition before Domi would be back to interfere, Macy grabbed a wrist and yanked the rubbery Jenkins to her feet. Sliding in close behind the wobbling challenger, the Sensation walked a battered Beth to mid-ring and shoved her away but with a grip still firmly on the same wrist, keeping the spinning redhead at arm’s length to dispense her Bytchmaker.
But the concussive open hand was ducked by Jenkins. As Macy spun through the swing-and-miss, Beth surrounded her foe in a Waistlock from behind. Lifting the off-balance blonde off the canvas with her embrace, the cowgirl dropped to a knee, driving the plank of her upper leg into Macy’s crotch with an Atomic Drop. Renquist hopped from the Drop, hands flying to her bruised tailbone, her knees knocking, face twisted in pain. With the champ frozen in front of her, Jenkins knew she doesn’t have time to play around. Lifting herself to the next level to get her second reign with the sub-125 strap, the redhead slipped an arm between the legs of the aching Beach Blaster and ‘hupped’ Macy into a reverse Fireman’s Carry across her shoulders.
The Torture Rack was short-lived as Jenkins threw the blonde’s legs out behind her while transitioning into a signature Sun Devil.
SUN DEVIL @ 3:26
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4MDjE0t18Io
Twisting and sitting out, Beth FLATTENED Macy to the deck. Exhausted, she sat next to the shuddering Sensation. Picking up on a rise in the crowd’s volume, something not usually accompanying her success, she pushed to her feet. She’s met with a charging Daly who missed with a Clothesline when Beth ducked again. Domi sped onto the ropes and rebounded only to leap into Beth’s arms at the redhead’s side, Jenkins rotating from the former gymnast’s momentum but controlling the diminutive dynamo enough to POUND her spine into the deck with a Sidewalk Slam.
SPINNING SIDEWALK SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4MDjE0t18Io
With the pin ready-made, Bareback pulled Dominique’s abbreviated, muscular stems into a cradle for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Daly kicked loose, pushing the redhead up to her haunches. Beth took in several deep breaths, both blonde and brunette waylaid but her business unfinished. Seeing Macy starting to slowly rise, Beth buried a set of fingers in Domi’s ponytail and hauled the Mighty Mite to her feet. She wrapped the opposite palm around the back the champ’s skull and presided over a meeting of the minds, banging the coconuts of Dominique and Macy together.
While Renquist turned and stumbled to the ropes, throwing both arms over to remain vertical, the champ in a stupor; Domi took a knee, the Portland native with the Pac Rim features blinking her almond-shaped eyes wide. Unable to bring her senses back into place, Daly’s hauled to her feet and bullied to a corner. Still with a grip on Domi’s hair ‘handle’, Beth slipped behind her and climbed to the middle ropes. Leaning her right knee between Domi’s shoulderblades, she pushed away from the corner with her left leg and rode Daly and her gilded spandex to the canvas, SPIKING Domi’s face into the thinly-sheathed plywood with her signature Calf Branding.
CALF BRANDING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vi-SMa18DQ0
Ending on her knees next to the face-down and lifeless Daly, Beth immediately popped to her feet and charges the champ, Macy having turned so her back leaned heavily into the ropes behind her. A Lariat from the charging cowgirl sent Macy back-flipping over the rubber-coated steel, Renquist ending puddled on the floor, the crowd groaning at the site of Jenkins winning their ‘shootout’ by finishing off the branded Domi, Macy losing her belt without being pinned or submitted.
Beth strode to Domi. Credit due, Daly was up to hands and knees, trying to fight but unable to resist the redhead as she pulled the Mite into a Dragon Sleeper, Beth ready to bury Dominique at Boot Hill.
Yoking up on her grip to make the gymnast shift her weight from one foot to the other, Jenkins filled her other hand with a healthy amount of Daly’s leotard (just above the brunette’s right hip), then hunched down and yanked up to swing Domi all the way to high nooNO! Daly crunched in on herself to drive one knee into the top of Beth’s head which in turn forced the cowgirl to return her burden to the canvas. But Jenkins’ Inverted Facelock remained stubbornly intact even when Domi was back on terra firma, meaning the funeral was only delayed and not cancelled. Relinquishing her grip on Daly’s golden lycra without warning, Beth flattened that hand into a paddle and CRACKED a huge overhand swat down on Dominque’s exposed abs!
“You thought the first brand stung, heifer?” the Redheaded Sun Devil sneered after another hard Slap. “Well this one’s gonna be permanent!” She snatched hold of Domi’s togs once again and boosted the brunette skyward once more, Daly soaring directly overhead…and then beyond as she slipped free of Jenkins’ grip, caught an Inverted Facelock of her own and sat out full force to THA-WHAM Beth down on the back of her head and shoulders with a picture perfect Sit-Out Shiranui! The force of the landing shot Jenkins’ legs straight into the air, so Domi leaned forward and hooked ‘em under the arms to turn the already precarious predicament into a Reverse Matchbook good for the…
SIT-OUT SHIRANUI @ 00:19
www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4Mk-K2bbA8
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Jenkins popped free with half a whisper to spare, the ‘THREE!’ so close Castle had to throw a warning to the Timekeeper to protect against an erroneous bell. As for the Mightiest Mite, she clambered to her feet and would’ve made Beth do the same if she hadn’t noticed Macy pulling herself upward with the assistance of the bottom rope. Still fuming over the ignominious way Renquist had hurled her into the crowd, Daly charged the blonde and threw herself into an aggressive Baseball Slide that THWHUMPED her bare feet against Macy’s chest!
Barely prepared for verticality, let alone such a crushing pinpoint strike, the Slappin’ Sensation flew backward across the narrow aisle and BWAAANGED spine-first against the guardrail.
“And STAY out!” Dominique huffed as she clapped some invisible dust off her hands. “I’ll come get you if I need a second podium!”
With her ring cleared of all save the crippled cowgirl, Daly strutted back to Jenkins and stuffed a perky little Double Stomp into her tummy because she had to stomp something, right? Beth ‘OOOFFFHED!’ and sat up, her left arm flying across her midsection while she planted her right hand against the canvas to keep her tenuous seat. As for Domi, she took hold of the Arizonan’s left wrist and yanked it away from her torso, thus forcing a mewling Beth to return to boot-leather.
“Still wanna talk brands, Bethy?” Daly put the redhead’s shoulder through back to back Arm Wringers. “Cuz it looks to me like you’re on your way to the slaughterhoUUNNGGGHH!”
The Baddest Bytch on Boot Hill drove a booming Haymaker into Dominique’s jaw, then took control of the Wristlock and slung her brunette into the ropes with an Irish NOPE! Daly skidded to a halt without relinquishing her hold on Jenkins’ left wrist and rushed back the way she’d came to wrap Beth’s arm around her own throat and THWHAM her down flat on her back courtesy of the Straightjacket Cutter!
STRAIGHTJACKET CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTfoZe4y68A
“THAT’S IT!” Domi bellowed to the capacity crowd the instant she’d skipped to her feet. “FLOOR EXERCISE IS OVER, IT’S TIME TO STICK THE DISMOUNT!”
While the FAWNatics weren’t exactly thrilled at the prospect of Lightweight Gold around Daly’s waist again, a goodly portion of those assembled roared their approval if only at the prospect of watching Dominique skewer Beth with her sadistic soles. Daly didn’t give a crap why they cheered, she only used the noise as motivation to reach the nearest corner in record time. Already facing the crowd, she grabbed hold of the top rope and sprang all the way to the third floor with the sort of effortless ease that belied a lifetime of training. Standing tall in the high rent district, Domi strapped an invisible belt around her waist and leapt out into the aether with a flawless back-flip that ended with both feet THWHUMPING down on Beth’s exposed belly!
STICKING THE DISMOUNT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hjHznQji_JM
Jenkins convulsed like she’d been hit with a defibrillator while Daly hopped off her crash-pad, the brunette stunner already grinning from ear to-- Macy rushed up on Domi’s six, caught her by trunks and tresses and stormed to the far side of the ring to sling the startled gymnast clear over the--DON’T THINK SO!
Daly caught hold of the top rope and used it like a skyhook to pull herself into an awkward landing on the apron. Infuriated by this brazen attempted theft, Dominique jumped up and flicked her right foot at the side of Renquist’s skull. Macy saw it coming but was too close to dodge, so she raised a quick guard that absorbed the worst of the kick but also drove that protecting forearm into her face! The Beach Blaster stumbled back a few steps, her retreat granting Daly just enough time and distance to spring onto the top rope for CRAAAAAACK!
Macy lunged and hopped, the blonde lashing out with a sharply angled Bytch Slap that tagged Dominique flush across the cheek! Daly’s head snapped to the side and she tumbled offa the rubber-coated steel in an awkward fall that saw her hit the apron before landing on the barely-padded concrete floor.
Dismissing Daly as soon as she heard her land, Macy practically hurled herself at Beth Jenkins, who’d made it to all fours within the last few seconds. Crouching behind the oblivious redhead, Renquist reached around with her right hand and grabbed hold of Beth’s left wrist while simultaneously burying her left hand in the challenger’s red mane.
Too gut-shot from the Dismount to do much more than wriggle in Macy’s grip when the blonde hauled her upright, Jenkins raised a foot and would’ve stomped on Renquist’s bare toes if the champ hadn’t abandoned the hair-hold to brace that hand between the cowgirl’s shoulders for a forceful shove! Beth lurched forward only to get spun ‘round in a half circle when Renquist yanked on that captured wri-CRAAAAAAAAAACK!
BYTCH MAKER:
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The Bytch Maker swiveled Jenkins’ head to the side and unhinged her knees all at once, the redhead sinking to her knees in a slow motion collapse that only resumed normal speed when Macy dropped alongside and barreled Beth onto her back. Collecting Jenkins’ legs even as she rolled into the Back Press, Renquist set every bit of her weight atop Beth’s chest while Castle and the crowd counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Macy tossed those bundled limbs aside and rose to her full height, the blonde raising victorious fists even before the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Lightweight Champion… MACY RENQUIST!”
Nick presented her with the title shortly thereafter and though the Slappin’ Sensation yearned to figuratively and literally rub Jenkins’ nose in her win, she wasn’t about to drop her guard when--“There you are.” Renquist murmured when Dominique Daly made it to her feet on the outside.
“Sneaking bytch.” Domi seethed. “I HAD her. I had her and you stole her from me!”
“The hell I did.” Macy snapped. “I kept a thief from poaching my title. THAT’S what I did.”
“I’m going to get another shot, Renquist. No cowgirls, no bullshyt, no excuses. Because you didn’t beat me. And I’m still the best Lightweight in all of FAWN.”
Renquist slapped the faceplate of the belt slung over her shoulder. “Whenever you want it, princess. But I promise, next time you get in my face I’ll show the whole world that you’re the Lightweight Division’s answer to a Silver Medal.”
Daly snarled, flipped the blonde stereo birds and stalked up the aisle, leaving Macy to enjoy the strutting victory circuit she’d been denied at Mayhem.