Post by hawkeye on Jan 10, 2022 1:36:25 GMT
The Intercontinental Open Challenge continues! Victoria Hackenschmidt has laid the gold down daring for any wrestler from any promotion to try and pry it from her eerily strong, well-manicured fingers. A businesswoman and a wrestler, the champion will break tradition by coming out first so the crowd can ride their surprise at whoever comes out to face Victoria into excitement for the match.
The lights go out. The speakers blare a symphony that has half the crowd on their feet and screaming moments before a series of spotlights turn on.
TURNADOT- FINALE
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The air fills with sounds of a full orchestra playing alongside powerful, classically trained singers. The audio of Giacomo Puccini’s three-stage opera feels perfectly appropriate with the sight of the stage illuminated with blinding white spotlights. All focused on the towering sentinel that was the Intercontinental champion, Victoria Hackenschmidt.
VICTORIA HACKENSCHMIDT
Victoria drinks in the uproarious response the FAWNatics give her, most of them will change their attitudes once the bell rings, but they always love her when the music’s playing. Hackenschmidt takes in a calming breath through her nose and sets down the ramp. The German Giant stands tall and imposing in gleaming silver armour that reflects the bright lights shining down. Her head is covered in a Corinthian helmet that protects the back and sides of her head but leaves her high-boned cheeks free, a strip of metal stretched down from the center opening to cover her nose. The helm is smooth other than an artful etching that circles the top of the skull resembling a bejewelled crown. A fitted plackart covers Vic’s modest chest and firm belly connected to a pair of pauldrons covering her shoulders, and an armoured skirt of brown leather with steel plating extends past her knees. All detailed in similar etchings to her helmet, giving the young veteran an aura of royalty. But the most crucial thing on Victoria’s person is around her waist, the Intercontinental Championship belt. Under the spotlight, it shone the brightest beacon to any potential challenger, employed by FAWN or not, to try and pry it from the Destroyer’s grasp.
Head bowed in silent prayer; her gauntleted hands clutch the handle of a cross-hilted broadsword nearly four feet in length, a replica of an old family heirloom that hung over the fireplace in her family estate in Hesse. With a mighty roar, she flexes her powerful arms and hefts the blade up to a cheering audience, then onto her shoulder before beginning her march towards the ring, the spotlights following her every step.
"Standing at 5 feet 11 inches and weighing in at 152 pounds!! From Phoenix, Arizona by way of Hesse, Germany!! She is The Valiant One!! The Intercontinental Champion, Victoria “The Knight” Hackenschmidt!!!”
Before the bell, Victoria tries to keep her mind on the match ahead, but she still reaches her free arm out to Hi-Five the hands of the FAWNatics leaning over the guardrail. The Valiant One briefly detours to a set of steel steps where a solid-looking metal box with a small slit cut into the top sat by the ring apron. Hackenschmidt takes the sword off her shoulder, swings in a broad and swift circle before plunging it down into the box with one hand in a single smooth motion. She hands the belt to an attendant who takes the prize to the commentator's table and takes off her armour, placing it neatly on the step to be collected later, along with the belt, after she wins. The Knight’s no longer armed and fortified but somehow looks more dangerous in her usual ring attire. White halter top with matching boy-cut shorts, white boots and knee pads, and an elbow-length fingerless white glove on her right arm. All her gear has thin black lines that weave and intersect to resemble the plate armour she just discarded.
Taking up residence in the corner, Victoria grabs the top ropes and goes into a deep crouch for some last-minute stretching. As her music dies down the big entrance euphoria dies along with it, a slow burn of negativity runs through the crown, and a trickle of boos starts echoing in the background. Victoria’s getting more used to the mass dislike of her by the wrestling fan community but it still stings. There’s still a vocal fanbase for the Knight remaining, and she takes solace in not being alone in her life choices.
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The lights go out and multi-coloured strobe lights flash across the arena as “Firestarter” by The Prodigy pounds out over the speakers. Soon enough, a curvy silhouette appears in front of the curtains, striking a seductive pose for the audience. When the lights come back up the curvy, muscled frame of Jenna Xian turns to face the ring, smirking confidently as she looks out amongst the FAWN Faithful. “So this is what the big leagues are like...I could get used to this!”
JENNA XIAN
“And the challenger, From Venice Beach, California! She stands five feet, four inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred thirty-six pounds. She is the Troublemaker of LAW...She is JENNA XIAN!!!”
For this match, Jenna is dressed in her usual ring togs of a hot pink sports bra with matching gym shorts, both looking like they’re a size or two too small for her, making her already impossible curves look even more ludicrous. Black wrestling boots with kick pads complete the outfit. The Troublemaker chews on her pinky seductively as she eyes Victoria, waving to her with her fingertips as the fans cheer for the newcomer, eating up her sex kitten act with a spoon, most of them being unaware of her exploits in Arizona. As she climbs up onto the apron, making sure to give the fans a generous show of cleavage and ass, She blows a kiss to the fans, and then one to her former fellow LAW Dog as she steps through the ropes and settles into the corner opposite the IC Champion, bouncing hypnotically.
Before she can stop herself, Victoria’s eyes lock onto Xian’s pneumatic puppies and follow their every jiggle before she forcibly shuts her eyes and wills her mind blank, whispering a self-admonishing “Stop it.” Jenna is a top, if not a violent antagonist in LAW, so any veneer of friendliness is just a way to get into Victoria’s head. And considering Victoria’s memories of her bra-busting ex-partner Danica jugg smothering her out several times, and kicking her out of their shared apartment via orgasm flashing through her head... Jenna’s succeeding.
“Heeeeya, Vic!” Jenna coos at the champion while the referee pats her down, waving at her with her fingertips, “Long time, no see! How’s the big time been treating you?”
“Eh?” Victoria is caught off-guard by Jenna making small talk, and stammers out, “E-er, well...Yes, I suppose it has been a nice time here.” Jenna only grins seductively, chewing on her pinky as she eyes her up and down. As the referee calls for the opening bell, both women meet in the middle, with Vic folding her arms across her chest, looking stern to try and hide how flustered she was. Meanwhile, Jenna still has that wide sensual smirk on her face as she looks up at her opponent, her hands on her hips. “What’s your game, Jenna?” Victoria demands as they face-off, “Trying to mess with my head?”
“Aw, come on, Vic!” Jenna pouts, “I’m just trying to be friendly.”
“We,” she’s quick to retort, “are not friends.”
“Maybe not now,” Jenna purrs as she traces a finger lightly along Victoria’s flank, “but things can change. What do you say? I promise to behave.” she holds up her left hand and places her right over her heart. Victoria keeps her eyes on Jenna’s beautiful eyes and not where her hand is placed, pushing down tingling feelings from the challenger’s touch, she speaks evenly, “If that’s true then we then we won’t have an issue.” The Knight offers a handshake to a mixed reaction from the crowd, Jenna takes it to a far warmer reception and shakes it with a bow, giving Victoria another great angle to view her cleavage.
Vic bites the inside of her cheek to stop a groan of frustration and steps back in a grappler crouch, Jenna does the same with an ever-present cat-with-a-mouse expression. They circle each other for a couple of rotations before coming together in an elbow and collar like they’re magnetically drawn to each other. Champion and challenger strain against one another, each jockeying for the right position; Victoria’s whole body flexes and she forces Jenna back slowly, step by step, inching toward a set of ropes. Jenna seems frustrated at first, but then she breaks out in a smile and leans forward while planting her feet farther back, “You’re strong! But I’m stronger, sweetie.” Jenna’s Thicc stems shred into definition, and their progress halts, with echoing stomps the Troublemaker forces the larger woman into a retreat, the FAWNatics cheering the subtle show of strength over the virtuous yet boring powerhouse.
Jenna chuckles at Hackenschmidt’s stunned face, “if you’re impressed now, wait until you feel them wrapped around your head.” The Knight glances down at Xian’s gorgeous gams, “Let’s not.” Hackenschmidt moves smoothly as silk and slips out of the tie-up to take Xian from behind in a waistlock. Without any visible effort, Victoria sends the LAW wrestler a good seven feet away with a Release German Suplex that plants Jenna shoulders first into the canvas. The Troublemaker’s matchbooked for the briefest of seconds before she kips up to impressed applause that grows rowdy when they notice the newcomer’s bosom shaking with the movement. Vic reaches her feet at the same time and maintains a neutral mask of concentration, inwardly impressed at the lack of damage Xian’s showing. Jenna smirks playfully and hops foot to foot, showing she’s ready to play, her massive chest sloshing in the same pattern, serving as a massive distraction to Victoria and annihilating any strategy she was forming in her mind.
“What’sa matter, Vicky?” Jenna asks, pouting seductively, an innocent tone to her voice, “Got something on your mind?” she asks the flustered German, giggling like a schoolgirl, “Maybe I can help you?”
Victoria shook her head, ignoring the enticing offer and blocking out the intrusive thoughts swirling in her head. Finally, she looked across at the challenger, snarling out “I’m FINE!!” before charging the Troublemaker. Unfortunately, with such a heavily telegraphed maneuver, Jenna easily sidesteps her adversary with a giggle and a mocking “Ole!” like a matador dodging Hackenschmidt’s charging bull. The Valiant One was luckily able to halt her advance before she crashed into the turnbuckle. Unluckily, as she turned away from the corner, she walked right into Jenna’s waiting arms and a hiptoss takedown, followed by a seated side headlock that purposely ground Victoria’s head against her side boob.
“Seriously, is everything okay?” Jenna asks with a hint of concern in her voice that actually sounds sincere. Jenna is most certainly confident in her abilities, but she knew damn well that she shouldn’t be able to be toying with the Destroyer-Class German this early on. “You seem distracted.”
Victoria growls in frustration at what she perceived to be Jenna’s messing with her, “I’m not distracted, I’m just rebuffing your mind games!” she retorts, while simultaneously having her mind on the fleshy mound that was against the side of her face.
“Are you, though?” Jenna replied, unconvinced by Victoria’s protestations, “You’ve been off your game ever since I got in the ring!” Jenna switches up her grip and slid across the mat, changing to a front facelock from a north-south position, “Not that I’m above taking an easy win, especially if a title’s on the line, but I know damn well that you’re better than this, Victoria! Seems to me my “mind games” - which is just me being me, you prude! - are knocking you for a loop!” Xian pumps a couple of knees to the top of Vic’s dome, then halves her grip on the Facelock to take a fistful of the champion’s bottoms by the hip. With a small grunt Jenna deadlifts the larger woman into a Suplex stall position and holds her there, the debuting LAW wrestler gets a sustained beat of applause from the Orlando crowd for keeping Victoria’s pristine white boots pointed at the lights for more than anyone thought possible! The FAWNatics count off “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE!” Before Jenna falls like cut redwood, slamming Victoria loudly against the canvas. Knowing it’s too soon for a pin, Jenna kips up again, getting an aftershock of cheers for the feat and whistles for the wave of jiggles. Vic gets up much faster than expected but noticeably slower than Jenna, pushing from a knee and rolling her shoulders with a focused but slightly ticked-off expression.
“I am not a prude.” Victoria points a finger in the air like a referee’s warning, “I’ve just seen you play with other trusting types like Sarah Spencer or Jessica Hex before you Zhanmadao them out of the ring.”
Hackenschmidt barrels into Xian before she can respond, engaging in a rough Elbow and Collar, before slipping behind again for another waistlock and depositing the challenger on her belly in an amateur takedown before she can blink. Victoria joins her, mirroring their previous north/south arrangement but with a controlling Butterflylock.
Jenna grunts under Victoria’s weight, “Errff! First off; your pronunciation is impeccable. Second, I’m not playing, I just enjoy my work!” Jenna uses her powerful legs to push onto her knees, forcing Victoria to do the same. After a few moments of blind shuffling and maneuvering, Jenna shoots an ankle over the bottom rope, forcing a break from the official that progresses cleanly with The Knight disengaging and stepping away. The pint-sized powerhouse then surprises Victoria and the audience as a whole by shoving Hackenschmidt in the chest roughly, which shockingly knocks the champion on her back. “And the fact that you look at it that way…” Jenna growls, sticking a finger in Victoria’s face, “...I’ve had to deal with people like you all my damn life! You wanna make me feel ashamed for being comfortable in my own skin! Well, fuck you, Vic!”
Victoria’s taken back at Xian’s vitriol, not used to anything other than playful bullying or professional competitiveness from the legpress record-breaker. She gets off the floor and looks at Xian apologetically with surrendering hands, “I’m sorry, I misjudged your intentions. I didn’t mean to-“
FUCK-YOU-VIC! FUCK-YOU-VIC! FUCK-YOU-VIC!
Victoria whirls back in astonishment at the passionate crowd, unified in their hate for The reproachful Knight. She’s gotten used to most fans booing, but this was another level, and genuinely upsetting. Meanwhile, Jenna simply waits several feet behind Victoria, bouncing from side to side on the balls of her feet to keep herself loose for when the action resumes. She gives the fans a bit of a side-eye, not exactly appreciating the vulgar chant. Victoria is a good person, and she doesn’t appreciate the sheer amount of anger that they’re throwing at her. Nevertheless, she has a match to win, and if that chant gets into Victoria’s head, beating her will be all the easier. She would neither confirm nor deny any inquiries later as to whether she took these moments to check out Victoria’s backside.
Jenna calls for the beleaguered champion’s attention, “Vic, you with us?” A noticeably paler Victoria is startled out of her existential crisis manifested by a churning sea of hate and turns back to Jenna; she remembers her faux pas that started this whole mess and is about to apologize again when the jiggles of Jenna’s jubblies fill her vision and the words die on her tongue. Emotionally rocked by shame, confusion, fear, and lust at the same time, the tall, impassive vision of victory that entered the building is replaced by a cowed, smaller woman that wants to go home and go to bed.
“Ah-Ee…. Yes, I am here…” The statuesque blonde answers meekly and looks anywhere but at the challenger, hands opening and closing in nervousness in a half-raised guard. “I apologize about earlier; I vas mistaken and didn’t mean to judge.”
Jenna stops moving foot to foot and stands still, her chest a moment behind, and scrutinizes the shell of a woman in front of her with narrowed eyes, chewing lightly on the inside of her lip. The Troublemaker makes a decision and strides over, wrapping a surprised Victoria in a warm hug, pressing her cheek against the German’s immensely smaller breast, “I accept your apology. I can see where you were coming from, and don’t let the swampsuckers get you down. They’ll hate you now, but love you later. Look at that skinny Lenore chick for instance.”
Victoria jerks like she’s been goosed when Jenna’s warm arms graze her sides and she goes still as a statue when she feels the Californian’s abs and chest press tight to her body. The downpour of boos shifts to warm applause for Xian’s forgiveness. While it’s not for Vic, she appreciates a break from the thousands-strong cold shoulder. Willing herself not to blush and her voice not to pitch, Victoria gives Xian awkward back pats, “Thank you, I will do better.”
Jenna looks up at Hackenschmidt with a flirtatious grin and gives a subtle push of her chest against The Knight’s body, making Hackenschmidt stifle a squeak, “Good, and I’m sorry in advance.”
Victoria blinks in confusion, “About what?”
Jenna does an about-face, thrusting that peach of a bottom against Vic, who goes rigid in dumbfounded response, ”Uhh!?” Jenna reaches up and takes Victoria by the ears, and plants her ass on the canvas with a Snapmare. The Trouble then takes a step back, rears back with her right leg, and then proceeds to teach both the FAWN Faithful and Victoria what the LAW Dogs in Phoenix have known for a long time: Even a simple soccer kick aimed between the shoulder blades, when it comes from Jenna Xian, is deadly. As perhaps the loudest CRACK! of boot leather to flesh that ever was sounded in FAWN Arena echoes off the walls, a pair of simultaneous reactions raise over the sound. A chorus of startled groans from the crowd, seeming to show at least a little sympathy for Victoria at the brutality of the kick, and wide-eyed, open-mouthed shock from the Knight as she wordlessly sucked in wind, taken completely by surprise by just how much pain she was in. She had witnessed Jenna lay waste to many of her opponents with her mighty legs, but until you experience it firsthand, you don’t truly know how lethal her stems are. And now Victoria knew!
Jenna places her hands on Victoria’s shoulders and drives a knee into her already screaming back. Jenna works her left arm under Victoria’s chin when the blonde seizes up and traps her in a Dragon Sleeper with a painful additive of the Troublemaker’s kneecap digging into her spine.
Jenna dials up the power in her choking arm and explains her actions while the ic champ gurgles and flails against her form, “I hope you don’t take the blindsiding personally, we’re in a title match in a combat sport after all. I’m taking the Intercontinental title tonight unless you can get your mind back on track!”
Hackenschmidt knows better than to waste oxygen in a Sleeperhold but she can’t help a growl of indignation. That growl grows and grows as the Knight gets her feet under her and slowly powers to standing, decreasing Jenna’s leverage advantage by the moment. Vic feels for Xian’s wrist and works her thumb onto a pressure point, Jenna yelps and the Dragon Sleeper weakens enough for Victoria to break out with a roar and paste her opponent in the mouth with a back elbow. Victoria snags Xian by the forearm and sends her running to the opposite ropes. When she rebounds back Victoria’s ready to greet her with a clothesline but Xian ducks. She halts at Victoria’s six o’clock, jumps straight up, gets amazing height, and nails Victoria in the back of the head with a dropkick. The gigantic German collapses in stages onto her front, grimacing and cradling the back of her head.
Jenna Xian gives Vic some tough love as she muscles her off the canvas and onto her shoulder in prep for a Powerslam.
"You ain't winning over anybody being Victoria the Valiant anymore! If you wanna be Victoria Hackenschmidt, then be Victoria Hackenschmidt! Show them why you're a five-time LAW Champion! Kick ass and take names like you used to do!"
Jenna reaches over to give Vic a firm slap on her firm rump in plain view of the camera and runs forward with a hot, tall, blond over her shoulder. It was everything Neil Strauss promised. Jenna Xian uses those chiselled legs to crash into a set of buckles, the upside-down Vic serving as a cushion between her and the padded steel.
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Jenna presses her body as tight as possible to Vic, keeping the German trapped in the corner as she folds her legs in a knot around the steel, hanging the champion in a Tree of Woe. As short as Victoria’s hair is it still grazes the canvas with the Destroyer’s height. Jenna slaps her on the belly and lets out a girlish giggle, "I thought having you upside-down like this, but I never thought it'd be in public."
The Legs Day Damsel steps back from the Tree of Woe and angles herself to Victoria's right. Eyeing her target, Jenna darts forward and her right leg turns into a blur, kicking up and down Victoria's form with sickening accuracy and power. As a series of bombs with small fuses; there's a whisk and a thwack! with each rib-breaking kick, the suffering Hackenschmidt screams and shudders throughout the shellacking, her flesh rippling and welting with each hit.
The FAWNatics count off each kick to the human heavy bag, as the toxic fans refer to Victoria on her social media, much to the dismay of The Knight’s self-esteem.
ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! ….all the way to ten full strikes before the official steps in, asking to take it out of the corner. Jenna pats him on the shoulder as she walks past, “Sure, sure. Just lemme do one last thing.” The challenger walks with a bit of a model’s strut, knowing the captive Victoria would get a great angle of back porch swinging, and as sore as she is from the kickfest Victoria couldn’t help herself, along with every other warmblooded person in the arena. Jenna travels to the far corner and slaps the top buckle and yells to the masses, ”Get ready for a knockout win!”
Xian hightails out of the corner on a trajectory back to Vic; she drops into a sliding dropkick that’s going to give the champion a case of whiplash. As bruised as Victoria’s midsection is it still has the strength to crunch in time, she snags the middle ropes to hold steady as a startled Jenna slides past. The bottom cable flicks the challenger’s nipples as she ejects herself from the ring, Jenna clears the width of the outside mats and her boots clang! against the guardrail, pushing it against the shins of the people seated in the first row. It’s not a pleasant fall, but Jenna lands flat on the floor so it’s more annoying than damaging.
Jenna labours off the floor cringing and rubbing her lower back, grumbling to herself, "That's gonna be a gif…" the audience gets loud and rowdy, clueing Jenna to whip around to see Victoria flying through the top and middle ropes! The soaring Destroyer flips forward, splatting Jenna with her back and squashing her against the floor!
CANNONBALL SENTON
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Hackenschmidt pushes off the rubble that is Xian to a rare cheer from the audience. She deadlifts her stunned opponent off the ground onto a shoulder and scans for the best place to hurl her cargo, unknowingly showcasing to catcalling Floridians the backside Xian teased her with earlier.
"MMM, that'll do," Victoria comes to a decision: The Knight retreats two steps and falls back, jarring Jenna's vertebrae against the steel steps.
Kerash! "RaAhh!"
Jenna howls while her body seizes and fists ball up and shake. With deep breaths that wobble her ample chest, Jenna achingly sits up while Victoria rolls under the bottom rope to break the count and rolls back out. "Komm her." Victoria collects the trembling challenger by the back of the neck and forces off the steps onto her feet; adding a second handhold with her waistband, the IC champion makes Xian walk in a momentum-building circle before hurling her gut first into the edge of the ring.
"Goouhh!!" Xian's eyes bug out, and she rasps of pain, already halfway back in the Squared Circle Xian tries to drag herself to safety but Hackenschmidt's strong arms cinch around her in a waistlock and carry the troubled Troublemaker away. After placing her back parallel to the guardrail and the wall of screaming fans, Victoria gives Jenna the Heimlich Maneuver making her croak as The Knight sets her feet, crouches low and sends Jenna flying past an entire side of the ring. The Troublemaker has enough luck to avoid another set of steel steps but still lands hard on her upper back, and this time Jenna doesn’t pop to her feet, she skids and tumbles till she’s puddle face down on the padded floor; the toe of a boot bangs against the guardrail and leans against it while Jenna’s other boot slips under the rail knocking over a fan’s drink.
Victoria gets up and rolls in and out of the ring, breaking the referee’s count once again, she nods at the impotent official’s orders to take the fight back inside, “Ja, one moment.” She scoops up Jenna off the floor and carries her by the back of her togs; for her entire career, Victoria has conducted herself as a pure wrestler, rarely engaging in ‘Sports Entertainment’ stipulations and keeping the action between the ropes. But since coming to FAWN, The Knight has found a real talent for performing violence outside the borders of traditional wrestling. Victoria lifts Xian onto the apron and rolls her a few feet away from the ropes. In the moments she’s face down, the camera sees one of Xian’s cheeks bared, Hackenschmidt inadvertently hiking up her shorts in the lift. The chance of a rope break gone, Vic leans against a moaning Xian in a back press, hooking the leg for insurance and again inadvertently showing off some California Cake through the official’s count.
ONE!
TWO!
Jenna bucks free! With a jerk of her melon-crushing gams, she wrenches her leg from Hackenschmidt’s grip and turns onto her belly. Victoria’s about to reach for submission when she notices Jenna’s new level of cheekiness, Victoria pauses with raised eyebrows and a slight blush she gingerly takes the hem of a pant leg with thumbs and index fingers and gently pulls it to factory settings. This gets a loud, negative response from frustrated folks in the stands “Boooo!” In a rare moment of lost patience, Victoria barks at the audience “Shut up!” They get twice as irritable, “BOOOO!!”
Victoria grumbles as she pulls Xian to her feet, “I miss wrestling in Asia, far more respectful spectators.” Victoria takes a limp wrist in hand and sends Xian into the coils with an Irish Whip which careens the challenger into a running Clothesline across the jubblies, Jenna’s knocked flat, and then breathless when Victoria’s long leg drops across her breasts with all the Knight’s weight behind it. If Jenna didn’t know better, she’d think Vic was working out some body image issues. Mid-jump, Victoria waved the ref over to count so he’s in place as soon as Jenna stops shuddering.
ONE!
TWO!
TH-Kickout! Jenna gets a shoulder up, but she’s a touch slower than last time. No complaints from Vic; she’ll wear her down soon enough. Victoria pulls up a rubbery limbed Jenna by the shoulder straps and locks in a tight standing Sleeper Hold. Jenna grips and scratches at the arm around her through and stomps around in a blind search for the German’s toes. Victoria coaxes a gurgling whine with a throat bruising constriction and whispers in Jenna’s ear, her voice a lot more alluring than intended, “Am I kicking ass like I used to yet?”
The pint-sized powerhouse knew that she was in trouble. The battering that she’d taken on the outside wore her down to the point where prying Victoria’s powerful arms from around her carotid was pretty much impossible. She needs to find another way. Slowly, she begins to make her way to the ropes, reaching out blindly with grasping hands as she drags the German Destroyer, much to Victoria’s surprise. She tries to wrench down on the hold a little harder to halt her movement, to no avail. She was just about to lift Jenna off her feet to put a stop to her forward momentum, but she was too late, as Jenna had just grasped the top strand, prompting the referee to call for a break.
Victoria growls in frustration, but the referee doesn’t even begin the count before she releases the sleeper. Jenna hugs the top rope, stepping one boot in between the bottom and middle ropes and barks at the referee to keep Victoria back. He needn’t have bothered, as the Valiant One willingly backed up to the center of the ring, hands up placatingly. “Heh,” Jenna chuckles as she takes a quick breather to recover her strength, “Not gonna lie, you talking dirty like that just now was hot as hell. Keep that up and you’re damn sure gonna get my motor running!”
Hackenschmidt goes a little red and purses her lips, biting back a response to avoid another verbal thrashing from Jenna and the audience. "Noted. Shall we get back to the match, or do you need more time to catch your breath?"
Jenna giggles behind a closed-lipped smirk. She likes Victoria when she's cocky. It happens rarely, but when it does it's sexy. "Nope, but you'll need some time away when I render you Breathless."
The Troublemaker crosses her arms under her bounty and gives them an unnecessary lift. Victoria’s gaze drops to the presented cleavage at the threat of Xian's patented Front Sleeper, and a shiver runs up her spine. Images of her former Squire Dadal's cleavage enveloping her face, of Dadal's elfin features twisted into heated anger as she torments Victoria to an explosive climax before kicking her out of their home. Fear with an undercurrent of confused arousal drive Hackenschmidt to act; she lunges at Jenna like a wild animal with raised aimless hands. Jenna, calm as you please, hops back on the bottom rope and rebounds into a raised knee strike that connects between Victoria's eyes.
The towering Teuton stumbles back blinking away spots; Jenna buries a Toe Kick dead center of Victoria's navel, doubling her over with a bellow. Jenna swiftly sidles overtaking one of the blonde's wrists and pulling it through her legs; Xian traps Vic's other arm under her own and yanks hard on both limbs, hoisting the larger woman up and onto her shoulder for the briefest moment before Xian flings themselves to the canvas, crushing Vic with a Pumphandle Slam. The echoing THUMP of the ring disguises the smeck of their bellies slapping together as Vic rebounds into Xian; the German lies in a heap under Jenna whose posed on all fours over Victoria, setting her next move in motion. She flips onto hands and boots so she can look Vic in the eye and reaches forward, Jenna pulls the blonde up by her short hair and buries her nose into the hot center of her pink gym shorts. Her ankles cross, and as the muscles in Jenna’s gams flex a high-pitched, muffled scream of a whine releases from Hackenschmidt. The Troublemaker’s lower-body strength is something to be feared, especially when applied in a Scissorhold.
“Don’t worry, Vic!” Jenna purrs as she runs her fingers through Victoria’s hair, “I ain’t gonna squeeze too hard! I just like how ya feel between my legs!” Jenna pulls Victoria’s red face up, the camera getting a perfect shot of the German’s expression of pitiful weakness as she’s crushed between two shapely stems of velvet-covered steel. She giggles girlishly as she caresses The Valiant One’s cheek, setting butterflies floating inside the Teutonic powerhouse’s belly. “You know, you really are pretty cute. A bit more butch than I tend to go for, but I’ll bet you clean up real nice!” With that, she releases the German and sits her up, positioning herself directly behind her. Jenna then snakes her destructively powerful legs around Victoria’s waist and squeezes again. Victoria barely had time to groan in pain yet again before she felt a pair of wandering hands grasping at her chest.
“Wh-what are you doing?!” Victoria whines as an odd mix of shock and pleasure leaves her frozen in place, “Stop!”
“Aw, c’mon, Vicky!” Jenna coos into her ear, “You can’t tell me you’re not liking this! Why not lighten up and let yourself have a little fun?” She wasn’t wrong. Jenna’s expertly groping hands know exactly which buttons to push and how to get the stoic champion moaning.
“Jenna, s-stop!” Victoria protested weakly, “This isn’t wrestling! Why are you doing this to me?!” she demands as embarrassed tears well up in her eyes, “Do you get off so much by humiliating your opponents?” This actually did cause Jenna to let go of Victoria’s chest, but she squeezes with her vice-like legs a little more as she plants her hands on the mat for leverage.
“Victoria, do you know the fable of The Frog and the Scorpion?” Jenna asks her, which gets a tiny shake of her head and an uncomfortable yelp at the tightening scissors. “Once there was a frog and a scorpion on the bank of a stream. The scorpion wanted to cross the stream, so he asked his friend, the frog, to carry him on his back. At first, the frog was understandably hesitant and voiced his concern that the scorpion would sting him. The scorpion denied that he would do such a thing, as they would both die if he did. Seeing the logic of this, the frog reluctantly agreed. Halfway across the stream, the scorpion did indeed sting the frog. “What have you done?” the frog cried, “Now we’re both going to die!” The scorpion answered as the frog lost consciousness, and they sank into the water, “I’m sorry, my friend, but I’m a scorpion.”
Jenna had kept up the hellacious bodyscissors throughout her story, briefly relaxing during a pause in the tale then pressing hard as she starts the phase. During this Victoria pounded the human-bear trap she found herself in with her fists, ground up and down with her elbows and desperately tries to push the legs away for some breathing room, but they will not budge. “You see, Vic…I don’t play like I do to humiliate my opponents or anything like that. I do it because I’m a scorpion. Do you understand?”
The Troublemaker speaks into the champion’s ear, Victoria remains slumped over, her core feeling like her abs had been mushed into her chest. Face flushed and panting, she weakly responds, “Ja, I think so…” Victoria answers, taken off-guard by Jenna’s frankness.
“I’m not sure that you do.” Jenna retorts, “You see, I don’t always play with my opponents. Can you think of why I might do it?” Victoria fell silent, seeming to try and actually answer Jenna’s question. “Well, here,” Jenna continues as she loosens the noose around Victoria’s waist and gently laid her down on the mat, “let me give you a chance to think it over!” With that, she lowers herself on top of Victoria so that her massive cleavage completely covers Victoria’s head! In order to keep them firmly in place, Jenna uses her hands to press the sides of her boobs into her head even tighter, looking to leave the powerhouse Breathless!
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Jenna could hear Victoria squealing in a panic underneath her as The Knight’s arms flap wildly, but unable to find Jenna’s form, positioned north-south as she was. “Apologies again if it seems like I’m taking advantage of ya,” Jenna apologized unconvincingly, “but there’s still a match going on, and I’m tryna win!” Unfortunately for Victoria, Jenna learned early on how to use her “gifts” to maximum effect, and their positioning only makes her expertly applied front sleeper even deadlier. Soon, Victoria’s muffled squeals and flailing would dissolve into whimpers and squirming. Jenna grins, as she could feel Victoria’s resistance slipping away, but she also feels something that she hadn’t expected: the weak press of lips against her cleavage. “Whoa, Vic! First Dani, then that old Deanna chick, now me…It seems you got a type…Can it be that you actually enjoy getting jugged out?”
As Jenna speaks, a cold shiver runs through Victoria's body and her skin turns gooseflesh. Had Jenna noticed this, she may have thought twice about her next statement.
"Did Dani fuck up your head that badly?"
Victoria bolts upward, throwing Jenna off of her like a bull bucking its rider. Jenna tumbles away, stopping on her side after a few revolutions, a bit dizzy and taken aback She looks at Victoria whose still seated and facing away; the German's fists are clenching so tight Xian worries they may break under their power. Tremors run up and down Hackenschmidt's body, and Xian can tell from the creeping flush on the back of her neck Vic is going red with rage. The challenger flashes back to her pre-match preparation; Victoria's last defence was against Deanne Davis, a dear friend. And when Vic was pushed to this state, she tore Deanne apart in the ring like a pillow in a wood chipper. Jenna sees Hackenschimdt flash to her feet whip around with a snarl, eyes burning like forest fires; Jenna fearfully gets to her feet a second after, bracing for something painful.
“Awwww, shit!”
Victoria stomps toward Jenna pounding her fist against her chest and screaming “Sprich mir diesen Namen nicht an!” Now Jenna doesn’t speak German, but from context, she can tell it means something akin to ‘Keep Danica’s name out your mouth.”
The Troublemaker’s no coward and doesn’t run from a fight, so she takes the initiative and throws a strong right hand aimed up at The Knight’s jaw that Victoria easily dips under. Jenna's perspective shifts and her stomach lurches, and she realizes Victoria lifted her with Fireman's Carry. She lifts an elbow to drive into the German's head but Victoria's already thrown her off and gone into a spin; Xian's boots barely touch canvas when a meaty fist rattles her teeth and puts her head on swivel. Xian's knocked off her feet and seeing stars; Victoria just drags her back up. No preamble, no warning, no trash talking; In rapid movements, Victoria bends Jenna over and flips the challenger onto her shoulders, then blasts the air, sense, and soul out of her body with an epic Sit-Out Powerbomb!
THE IRON HAND+SITOUT POWERBOMB
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It's hard to tell what's louder; the echoing of the ring or the groans of the audience watching Xian experience more pain in an instant than most of them would in a lifetime! Xian doesn’t rebound off the canvas as much as she’s spit back into the air; so violent was her landing, Jenna starts rotating through an involuntary backflip in the space between Victoria’s outstretched stems, limbs jellied, face slack, and head tilting to a shoulder, fans are worried Jenna’s going drop into a career-ending piledrive when she floats through the motion to splat facedown in front of Victoria, her hair tickling The Knight’s inner thighs and her arms draped over Victoria’s knees. If you’re just tunning into the match, you’d have thought Jenna was just flattened by a Pedigree! They stay still for a moment; the FAWNatics just lose their shit over the last two moves while Victoria stares into the middle distance with the same mad dog expression.
Hackenschmidt hurriedly gets up, kicking free of Jenna’s arms and reaching down to grab her by the base of the neck, ordering her up with a guttural “Aufstehen!” Jenna’s brought halfway to consciousness as she dragged up to her knees and forced into a walk, she forces herself onto stooped feet after a few steps when Hackenschmidt clubs a forearm onto her back. The Knight takes her by the back of her tops and shorts, hiking up the latter and fully waking Jenna with the sharp sting of lycra sawing against her tender bits.
“AAAAIIIIEEEE!!!” Jenna shrieks at the (possibly) unintentional front wedgie, “H-hey! Careful with that! I was hoping to use that later tonight!” she protests. Then, she feels the flutter in her stomach that can only come from leaving your feet not of your own accord, “Whoawhoawhoawhoawhoa!!” the Troublemaker pleads with the Teutonic warrior, “Vic, let’s talk about this!”
“Nein, there is nothing to discuss! You said it yourself, you have a match to win, and so do I!”
Roaring like a rabid lion, Victoria swings a fearful Xian around in wide circles. FAWNatics watch agape at the IC champion's monstrous strength and freak the hell out when The Valiant One tosses Jenna across the ring; the LAW wrestler spins uncontrollably in the air till she soars under the bottom buckle, banging against it with her upper thigh.
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Any resentment or baseless anger towards the champion is forgotten by the 'cool' fans with this feat of strength and the building fills with chants of VIC-TOR-IA! VIC-TOR-IA! VIC-TOR-IA! The Knight in question is pacing up and down on the opposite side of the ring from Xian, her face covered by her fists as she grinds her knuckles into her forehead. A calming mechanism from childhood as she counts to try and focus herself from a raging bull to a raging wrestler, " Eins. Zwei. Drei."
Meanwhile, Jenna Xian is leaning heavily against the ropes in the corner and massaging where her leg met metal. There’s still a vocal portion of the Orlando crowd behind the curvy newcomer, a good half of the arena yells a competing chant of JEN-NA! JEN-NA! JEN-NA! The referee goes to check on her but she waves him off, hoarsely placating "I'm good… I'm-"
Jenna is not good. She's cut off by a 5'11 extremely toned Teutonic Terror splattering her in the corner with an Avalanche Splash. There's a harsh SMECK! Of flesh hitting flesh as Victoria's full body impacts against the smaller Jenna. The champion just leans fully against the challenger, daring Jenna to try and move her while Victoria contemplates her next move. Jenna's a strong woman, but she's been a crash test dummy the last few minutes so her weak pushes won't budge the young veteran.
Hackenschmidt is thinking a little bit clearer now, the red mist starting to clear from her mind. Perhaps aided by the feeling of her abs bullying and compressing Jenna's with each breath. The referee's beginning to count now that he can be heard over the din of the crowd at "Three!" Victoria takes a step back, gets her hooks in Xian and yet again sends her soaring into an emphatic back bump with a Biel toss.
Xian lands canvas flat and bounces into a seat, then with hands limp between her legs and a dazed look on her face Xian sluggishly reclines back to the canvas. Victoria breathes heavily through her nose and speedily strides over drops in a lateral cover; not hooking a leg but pressing all her weight across Jenna’s chest, flattening The Troublemaker’s proud juggs as much as they could during the….
ONE!
TWO!!
THREKICKOUT!!!!
Jenna Xian remarkably kicks out! Again, pulling in those mighty stems and shooting forward in a Kip Up motion, tossing Vic like a log off her body and allowing Jenna take some deep, heaving breaths that wobble her breasts and test the integrity of her top. Victoria stares in dismay at the stirring challenger, as the crowd applauds Jenna’s show of grit. Burying the emotional whiplash that comes after her rage release, Victoria almost solemnly rises and pulls up Xian by the wrist and neck, “Come now, let’s end this.”
With a dip and a pivot, Hackenschmidt swallows Xian in a brutal Bearhug. The Knight’s brawny arms circle her midsection and crush her back and ribs; Xian gasps with the first constriction, then moans when Hackenschmdit really turns up the juice trying to wring a submission out of the scorpion. Victoria shakes Jenna side to side, rattling her arms and legs like windchimes and squuueeeezes Jenna like she’s a tube of toothpaste, it's not Crest that spills out, but a warbling cry and a hint of drool from her quivering lips. Victoria’s backside twitches fetchingly as she hups her cargo higher in her grips and tightens the noose, Jenna’s cheek to cheek with the German now looking like she’s considering calling it quits. The Troublemaker’s legs lock above Hackenscmdit’s hips in a bodyscissor, alleviating some of the pressure and making the Towering Teuton hiss. Her concentration broken, Victoria’s now aware of Jenna’s big boulders flattening her pebbles with no discernable effort.
Despite having her ribs crushed, Jenna nevertheless feels her cheeks grow hot as a bright pink blush colors her alabaster skin. While their intimate proximity is clearly distracting the champion, the challenger was proving to not be immune to the sensual, albeit painful, contact between champion and challenger. Nonetheless, Xian’s mind was racing at a pace to match her heartbeat. She knows she’s in big trouble, and she needs to find a way out of Victoria’s crushing embrace, or she’s done for. Alas, they’re deep into the match, and Jenna is tired and weakened from the abuse she just suffered at her opponent’s rage-enhanced hands, so try as she might, in her weakened state, even with Victoria’s grip slacking slightly, prying herself loose just wasn’t an option. Seeing no other way out, she braces herself mentally for what she has to do.
“I really hope you can forgive me, Victoria…But I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time!” Jenna says softly. Before the Valiant One can even register what the Chinese-American just said, let alone question her meaning, Jenna shows her what she means. Abandoning her attempts to prise herself loose, Jenna throws her arms around Victoria’s neck, closes her eyes, and plants a wet, passionate kiss on her lips that gets a not-insignificant chorus of catcalls from the FAWNatics.
While this is not her first time facing a woman whose combat style leans more amorous, this is the first time Victoria’s been kissed in a wrestling ring! So shocked is The Valiant One she drops the bearhug to shove the quick-lipped beauty away but Victoria’s famous strength becomes a pale shadow of itself under Xian’s tender technique, turning her attempts to escape at best, clumsy foreplay. Xian keeps her barbaric bodyscissors in place as she show’s Hackenschmidt what she was missing out on all the sleepovers she missed for wrestling training; Victoria stumbles around the ring blindly, carrying Jenna’s supple, lightly perfumed weight as she sweetly suffers in what’s known colloquially as Lip Lock. Among the sparks of pure light firing in Hackenschmidt’s mind, there’s a bud of empathy and understanding with Penelope Pussycat’s ordeal with Pepe Le Pew.
Jenna finally drops the Scissors but the kiss remains unbroken. The Troublemaker holds Victoria by the cheeks (on her face…for now) to keep her close. Penthouse fighters and their ilk make their kisses and tongues to be dominating weapons that can turn the tide in an instant, The members of Wicked or the British Brats have made great use of it. For someone as romantically inexperienced as Hackenschmidt is, she has no defense against the ever-seeking tongue of Xian. It's like facing an Olympian fencer with wet spaghetti, Victoria has no chance.
Jenna feels a shudder from Victoria and The tall blonde's hands drop and hang at her sides. The self-admitted scorpion finally stops her one-sided smooching pushes Hackenschmidt's head away, their mouths separating with an audible ‘pop!’ The eyes of pleasure-dazed blonde are rolling back in their sockets as Xian works her head under Victoria’s arm while reaching across the champ’s petite chest to grasp the nape of her neck and lifting her right leg by the meat of her upper thigh. With Wendy Smith-like power and grace, Jenna whips back and tosses the taller woman into a spine jarring crash into the corner with an Exploder Suplex!
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The ropes rattle and the corner post shakes when Victoria’s back and ass smack into the turnbuckles The IC champion lands heavily on her shoulder blades, Victoria’s ankles briefly bracing her ears before she falls onto her side; Her head swimming, Victoria crawls unsteadily out of the corner and tries to get to her feet with the grace of a newborn deer. The rapid transitions from composed-to lust-to pain and the lurch in her stomach from the suplex had the German in a tizzy. At the far side of the ring Jenna is crouched and building power for her finisher, a Single-Leg Dropkick that made full use of her rib-cracking, leg press record-setting, soon to be gold-winning gams.
Jenna's in the far corner eagerly waiting for Victoria to rise into her crosshair; waving the unsuspecting Destroyer up while bouncing in anticipation. Most of the FAWNatics are screaming in their seats for the soon-to-be new IC champion, the few that weren't hollering were whistling and catcalling for the Purvey of pultrichuted Jenna's displaying.
Just as Hackenschmidt'on both feet and about to raise her head, Xian takes off like a bullet, bounding into the air with her right foot on track to kick Victoria's face off!
ZHANMADAO
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OOOOHH!!!
The crowd releases a collective groan watching the woman land hard on her back, and that woman is Jenna! Victoria played matador at the last second, spinning out of the way letting Jenna fly past, The Troublemaker was so close the German could feel her smooth skin graze hers as a shocked Jenna whizzed past. The challenger lands hard, the back of her head smacking against the covered plywood that makes up the ring floor. Xian’s quick to get up, but she’s cradling her head and seems unbalanced; Victoria takes her by the arm and spins her around just to slug Xian in the gut to double her over. Victoria pulls her into a Headscissors and flips the Californian up and over her shoulders into a Gory Special. Now back to back to The Knight Jenna knows what’s coming and she does not like it! She’s whipping her head back and forth yelling “No!” But Victoria pays no heed, working both of Xian's arms over one shoulder and takes herein an upside-down Headlock. With a lion’s roar, Victoria throws herself in hard reverse, spiking Xian’s head into the canvas with their combined weight behind it.
FAFNIR’S FANG
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The THUD of Jenna’s face hitting canvas can be heard above the collective OOOOHHHH!!!! Of sympathy from the audience. The recoil of the ring floor bounces The Troublemaker 12 inches into the air, she sprawls onto her back, eyes rolled up, cheek to mat and chest sloshing with the aftershocks of the move. Victoria pounces into a kneeling straddle of the insensate challenger's waist and brazenly slaps her palms on Jenna's tits and squeezes them still, willing them to have no power over her as the official counts.
ONE!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!!
DING! DING! DING!
“Your winner…. And still Intercontinental Champion, Victoria Hackenschmdit!!”
A booming, negative reaction from the Orlando audience fills the air, nearly drowning out the ringing of the bell. The FAWNatics had fallen in love with the unpredictable Xian, and they wanted to see her get the gold. But the march of The Knight continues uninterrupted, Victoria purposefully pushes off Jenna's pillows to accept HER title belt from the official with a relieved look and an air of emotional exhaustion. In her peripheral vision, she sees Jenna beginning to stir, the defeated challenger slowly shakes her head like she’s experiencing a hangover and tries to sit up, faltering halfway. Vic runs the fight through her mind before walking over and offering her hand, Jenna pushed some buttons but she wasn’t malicious, or at least not trying to be, “Good match.”
Jenna looks up at her vanquisher and her outstretched hand. If this were LAW, there wasn’t a chance in hell she would accept the hand of someone that just beat her. But…this wasn’t Phoenix, and she spent this whole match trying to show Victoria that there was more to her than the sexpot with a mean streak act that she portrayed herself as in LAW. That and she also got herself worked up with that kiss, and she knows an opportunity when she sees one. Smiling despite the ringing in her head, Jenna takes Victoria’s hand and allows her to help her to her feet. “Thanks. Good match. No hard feelings?”
Victoria squints and her lips form a thin line as she silently evaluates Jenna, making the Californian slightly nervous, but relaxes when the champion answers, “Nein. No hard feelings. You were just being yourself, and you didn’t go too far. If you had, you would not be standing yet, trust me.” She squeezes Jenna’s hand, not tightly as a show of subtle dominance but enough to say there’s a path to them standing side by side, and just in a tag team match. In response, Jenna smiles and raises Victoria’s arm in a show of sportsmanship, pointing to The Valiant One with her other hand to a mixed reaction. “I’m sorry these jerks won’t accept ya, Vic. Hey…” she risks getting closer to the German powerhouse, running a single fingertip up and down her arm, “...can I buy you a drink? I’d like a chance to show you that I really am a different person than what people see when I’m in LAW. Believe it or not, your respect means a lot to me…” she says meekly as she begins to blush at her admission.
Victoria’s too tired to blush, and at the moment, very thirsty. “I’d like that, “ she reaches over, placing an arm across Jenna’s shoulders as they exit the ring, “and you have my respect. Just keep your hands where I can see them.”
“Aww, you’re no fun..” Jenna pouts as they head up the ramp.
The lights go out. The speakers blare a symphony that has half the crowd on their feet and screaming moments before a series of spotlights turn on.
TURNADOT- FINALE
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The air fills with sounds of a full orchestra playing alongside powerful, classically trained singers. The audio of Giacomo Puccini’s three-stage opera feels perfectly appropriate with the sight of the stage illuminated with blinding white spotlights. All focused on the towering sentinel that was the Intercontinental champion, Victoria Hackenschmidt.
VICTORIA HACKENSCHMIDT
Victoria drinks in the uproarious response the FAWNatics give her, most of them will change their attitudes once the bell rings, but they always love her when the music’s playing. Hackenschmidt takes in a calming breath through her nose and sets down the ramp. The German Giant stands tall and imposing in gleaming silver armour that reflects the bright lights shining down. Her head is covered in a Corinthian helmet that protects the back and sides of her head but leaves her high-boned cheeks free, a strip of metal stretched down from the center opening to cover her nose. The helm is smooth other than an artful etching that circles the top of the skull resembling a bejewelled crown. A fitted plackart covers Vic’s modest chest and firm belly connected to a pair of pauldrons covering her shoulders, and an armoured skirt of brown leather with steel plating extends past her knees. All detailed in similar etchings to her helmet, giving the young veteran an aura of royalty. But the most crucial thing on Victoria’s person is around her waist, the Intercontinental Championship belt. Under the spotlight, it shone the brightest beacon to any potential challenger, employed by FAWN or not, to try and pry it from the Destroyer’s grasp.
Head bowed in silent prayer; her gauntleted hands clutch the handle of a cross-hilted broadsword nearly four feet in length, a replica of an old family heirloom that hung over the fireplace in her family estate in Hesse. With a mighty roar, she flexes her powerful arms and hefts the blade up to a cheering audience, then onto her shoulder before beginning her march towards the ring, the spotlights following her every step.
"Standing at 5 feet 11 inches and weighing in at 152 pounds!! From Phoenix, Arizona by way of Hesse, Germany!! She is The Valiant One!! The Intercontinental Champion, Victoria “The Knight” Hackenschmidt!!!”
Before the bell, Victoria tries to keep her mind on the match ahead, but she still reaches her free arm out to Hi-Five the hands of the FAWNatics leaning over the guardrail. The Valiant One briefly detours to a set of steel steps where a solid-looking metal box with a small slit cut into the top sat by the ring apron. Hackenschmidt takes the sword off her shoulder, swings in a broad and swift circle before plunging it down into the box with one hand in a single smooth motion. She hands the belt to an attendant who takes the prize to the commentator's table and takes off her armour, placing it neatly on the step to be collected later, along with the belt, after she wins. The Knight’s no longer armed and fortified but somehow looks more dangerous in her usual ring attire. White halter top with matching boy-cut shorts, white boots and knee pads, and an elbow-length fingerless white glove on her right arm. All her gear has thin black lines that weave and intersect to resemble the plate armour she just discarded.
Taking up residence in the corner, Victoria grabs the top ropes and goes into a deep crouch for some last-minute stretching. As her music dies down the big entrance euphoria dies along with it, a slow burn of negativity runs through the crown, and a trickle of boos starts echoing in the background. Victoria’s getting more used to the mass dislike of her by the wrestling fan community but it still stings. There’s still a vocal fanbase for the Knight remaining, and she takes solace in not being alone in her life choices.
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The lights go out and multi-coloured strobe lights flash across the arena as “Firestarter” by The Prodigy pounds out over the speakers. Soon enough, a curvy silhouette appears in front of the curtains, striking a seductive pose for the audience. When the lights come back up the curvy, muscled frame of Jenna Xian turns to face the ring, smirking confidently as she looks out amongst the FAWN Faithful. “So this is what the big leagues are like...I could get used to this!”
JENNA XIAN
“And the challenger, From Venice Beach, California! She stands five feet, four inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred thirty-six pounds. She is the Troublemaker of LAW...She is JENNA XIAN!!!”
For this match, Jenna is dressed in her usual ring togs of a hot pink sports bra with matching gym shorts, both looking like they’re a size or two too small for her, making her already impossible curves look even more ludicrous. Black wrestling boots with kick pads complete the outfit. The Troublemaker chews on her pinky seductively as she eyes Victoria, waving to her with her fingertips as the fans cheer for the newcomer, eating up her sex kitten act with a spoon, most of them being unaware of her exploits in Arizona. As she climbs up onto the apron, making sure to give the fans a generous show of cleavage and ass, She blows a kiss to the fans, and then one to her former fellow LAW Dog as she steps through the ropes and settles into the corner opposite the IC Champion, bouncing hypnotically.
Before she can stop herself, Victoria’s eyes lock onto Xian’s pneumatic puppies and follow their every jiggle before she forcibly shuts her eyes and wills her mind blank, whispering a self-admonishing “Stop it.” Jenna is a top, if not a violent antagonist in LAW, so any veneer of friendliness is just a way to get into Victoria’s head. And considering Victoria’s memories of her bra-busting ex-partner Danica jugg smothering her out several times, and kicking her out of their shared apartment via orgasm flashing through her head... Jenna’s succeeding.
“Heeeeya, Vic!” Jenna coos at the champion while the referee pats her down, waving at her with her fingertips, “Long time, no see! How’s the big time been treating you?”
“Eh?” Victoria is caught off-guard by Jenna making small talk, and stammers out, “E-er, well...Yes, I suppose it has been a nice time here.” Jenna only grins seductively, chewing on her pinky as she eyes her up and down. As the referee calls for the opening bell, both women meet in the middle, with Vic folding her arms across her chest, looking stern to try and hide how flustered she was. Meanwhile, Jenna still has that wide sensual smirk on her face as she looks up at her opponent, her hands on her hips. “What’s your game, Jenna?” Victoria demands as they face-off, “Trying to mess with my head?”
“Aw, come on, Vic!” Jenna pouts, “I’m just trying to be friendly.”
“We,” she’s quick to retort, “are not friends.”
“Maybe not now,” Jenna purrs as she traces a finger lightly along Victoria’s flank, “but things can change. What do you say? I promise to behave.” she holds up her left hand and places her right over her heart. Victoria keeps her eyes on Jenna’s beautiful eyes and not where her hand is placed, pushing down tingling feelings from the challenger’s touch, she speaks evenly, “If that’s true then we then we won’t have an issue.” The Knight offers a handshake to a mixed reaction from the crowd, Jenna takes it to a far warmer reception and shakes it with a bow, giving Victoria another great angle to view her cleavage.
Vic bites the inside of her cheek to stop a groan of frustration and steps back in a grappler crouch, Jenna does the same with an ever-present cat-with-a-mouse expression. They circle each other for a couple of rotations before coming together in an elbow and collar like they’re magnetically drawn to each other. Champion and challenger strain against one another, each jockeying for the right position; Victoria’s whole body flexes and she forces Jenna back slowly, step by step, inching toward a set of ropes. Jenna seems frustrated at first, but then she breaks out in a smile and leans forward while planting her feet farther back, “You’re strong! But I’m stronger, sweetie.” Jenna’s Thicc stems shred into definition, and their progress halts, with echoing stomps the Troublemaker forces the larger woman into a retreat, the FAWNatics cheering the subtle show of strength over the virtuous yet boring powerhouse.
Jenna chuckles at Hackenschmidt’s stunned face, “if you’re impressed now, wait until you feel them wrapped around your head.” The Knight glances down at Xian’s gorgeous gams, “Let’s not.” Hackenschmidt moves smoothly as silk and slips out of the tie-up to take Xian from behind in a waistlock. Without any visible effort, Victoria sends the LAW wrestler a good seven feet away with a Release German Suplex that plants Jenna shoulders first into the canvas. The Troublemaker’s matchbooked for the briefest of seconds before she kips up to impressed applause that grows rowdy when they notice the newcomer’s bosom shaking with the movement. Vic reaches her feet at the same time and maintains a neutral mask of concentration, inwardly impressed at the lack of damage Xian’s showing. Jenna smirks playfully and hops foot to foot, showing she’s ready to play, her massive chest sloshing in the same pattern, serving as a massive distraction to Victoria and annihilating any strategy she was forming in her mind.
“What’sa matter, Vicky?” Jenna asks, pouting seductively, an innocent tone to her voice, “Got something on your mind?” she asks the flustered German, giggling like a schoolgirl, “Maybe I can help you?”
Victoria shook her head, ignoring the enticing offer and blocking out the intrusive thoughts swirling in her head. Finally, she looked across at the challenger, snarling out “I’m FINE!!” before charging the Troublemaker. Unfortunately, with such a heavily telegraphed maneuver, Jenna easily sidesteps her adversary with a giggle and a mocking “Ole!” like a matador dodging Hackenschmidt’s charging bull. The Valiant One was luckily able to halt her advance before she crashed into the turnbuckle. Unluckily, as she turned away from the corner, she walked right into Jenna’s waiting arms and a hiptoss takedown, followed by a seated side headlock that purposely ground Victoria’s head against her side boob.
“Seriously, is everything okay?” Jenna asks with a hint of concern in her voice that actually sounds sincere. Jenna is most certainly confident in her abilities, but she knew damn well that she shouldn’t be able to be toying with the Destroyer-Class German this early on. “You seem distracted.”
Victoria growls in frustration at what she perceived to be Jenna’s messing with her, “I’m not distracted, I’m just rebuffing your mind games!” she retorts, while simultaneously having her mind on the fleshy mound that was against the side of her face.
“Are you, though?” Jenna replied, unconvinced by Victoria’s protestations, “You’ve been off your game ever since I got in the ring!” Jenna switches up her grip and slid across the mat, changing to a front facelock from a north-south position, “Not that I’m above taking an easy win, especially if a title’s on the line, but I know damn well that you’re better than this, Victoria! Seems to me my “mind games” - which is just me being me, you prude! - are knocking you for a loop!” Xian pumps a couple of knees to the top of Vic’s dome, then halves her grip on the Facelock to take a fistful of the champion’s bottoms by the hip. With a small grunt Jenna deadlifts the larger woman into a Suplex stall position and holds her there, the debuting LAW wrestler gets a sustained beat of applause from the Orlando crowd for keeping Victoria’s pristine white boots pointed at the lights for more than anyone thought possible! The FAWNatics count off “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE!” Before Jenna falls like cut redwood, slamming Victoria loudly against the canvas. Knowing it’s too soon for a pin, Jenna kips up again, getting an aftershock of cheers for the feat and whistles for the wave of jiggles. Vic gets up much faster than expected but noticeably slower than Jenna, pushing from a knee and rolling her shoulders with a focused but slightly ticked-off expression.
“I am not a prude.” Victoria points a finger in the air like a referee’s warning, “I’ve just seen you play with other trusting types like Sarah Spencer or Jessica Hex before you Zhanmadao them out of the ring.”
Hackenschmidt barrels into Xian before she can respond, engaging in a rough Elbow and Collar, before slipping behind again for another waistlock and depositing the challenger on her belly in an amateur takedown before she can blink. Victoria joins her, mirroring their previous north/south arrangement but with a controlling Butterflylock.
Jenna grunts under Victoria’s weight, “Errff! First off; your pronunciation is impeccable. Second, I’m not playing, I just enjoy my work!” Jenna uses her powerful legs to push onto her knees, forcing Victoria to do the same. After a few moments of blind shuffling and maneuvering, Jenna shoots an ankle over the bottom rope, forcing a break from the official that progresses cleanly with The Knight disengaging and stepping away. The pint-sized powerhouse then surprises Victoria and the audience as a whole by shoving Hackenschmidt in the chest roughly, which shockingly knocks the champion on her back. “And the fact that you look at it that way…” Jenna growls, sticking a finger in Victoria’s face, “...I’ve had to deal with people like you all my damn life! You wanna make me feel ashamed for being comfortable in my own skin! Well, fuck you, Vic!”
Victoria’s taken back at Xian’s vitriol, not used to anything other than playful bullying or professional competitiveness from the legpress record-breaker. She gets off the floor and looks at Xian apologetically with surrendering hands, “I’m sorry, I misjudged your intentions. I didn’t mean to-“
FUCK-YOU-VIC! FUCK-YOU-VIC! FUCK-YOU-VIC!
Victoria whirls back in astonishment at the passionate crowd, unified in their hate for The reproachful Knight. She’s gotten used to most fans booing, but this was another level, and genuinely upsetting. Meanwhile, Jenna simply waits several feet behind Victoria, bouncing from side to side on the balls of her feet to keep herself loose for when the action resumes. She gives the fans a bit of a side-eye, not exactly appreciating the vulgar chant. Victoria is a good person, and she doesn’t appreciate the sheer amount of anger that they’re throwing at her. Nevertheless, she has a match to win, and if that chant gets into Victoria’s head, beating her will be all the easier. She would neither confirm nor deny any inquiries later as to whether she took these moments to check out Victoria’s backside.
Jenna calls for the beleaguered champion’s attention, “Vic, you with us?” A noticeably paler Victoria is startled out of her existential crisis manifested by a churning sea of hate and turns back to Jenna; she remembers her faux pas that started this whole mess and is about to apologize again when the jiggles of Jenna’s jubblies fill her vision and the words die on her tongue. Emotionally rocked by shame, confusion, fear, and lust at the same time, the tall, impassive vision of victory that entered the building is replaced by a cowed, smaller woman that wants to go home and go to bed.
“Ah-Ee…. Yes, I am here…” The statuesque blonde answers meekly and looks anywhere but at the challenger, hands opening and closing in nervousness in a half-raised guard. “I apologize about earlier; I vas mistaken and didn’t mean to judge.”
Jenna stops moving foot to foot and stands still, her chest a moment behind, and scrutinizes the shell of a woman in front of her with narrowed eyes, chewing lightly on the inside of her lip. The Troublemaker makes a decision and strides over, wrapping a surprised Victoria in a warm hug, pressing her cheek against the German’s immensely smaller breast, “I accept your apology. I can see where you were coming from, and don’t let the swampsuckers get you down. They’ll hate you now, but love you later. Look at that skinny Lenore chick for instance.”
Victoria jerks like she’s been goosed when Jenna’s warm arms graze her sides and she goes still as a statue when she feels the Californian’s abs and chest press tight to her body. The downpour of boos shifts to warm applause for Xian’s forgiveness. While it’s not for Vic, she appreciates a break from the thousands-strong cold shoulder. Willing herself not to blush and her voice not to pitch, Victoria gives Xian awkward back pats, “Thank you, I will do better.”
Jenna looks up at Hackenschmidt with a flirtatious grin and gives a subtle push of her chest against The Knight’s body, making Hackenschmidt stifle a squeak, “Good, and I’m sorry in advance.”
Victoria blinks in confusion, “About what?”
Jenna does an about-face, thrusting that peach of a bottom against Vic, who goes rigid in dumbfounded response, ”Uhh!?” Jenna reaches up and takes Victoria by the ears, and plants her ass on the canvas with a Snapmare. The Trouble then takes a step back, rears back with her right leg, and then proceeds to teach both the FAWN Faithful and Victoria what the LAW Dogs in Phoenix have known for a long time: Even a simple soccer kick aimed between the shoulder blades, when it comes from Jenna Xian, is deadly. As perhaps the loudest CRACK! of boot leather to flesh that ever was sounded in FAWN Arena echoes off the walls, a pair of simultaneous reactions raise over the sound. A chorus of startled groans from the crowd, seeming to show at least a little sympathy for Victoria at the brutality of the kick, and wide-eyed, open-mouthed shock from the Knight as she wordlessly sucked in wind, taken completely by surprise by just how much pain she was in. She had witnessed Jenna lay waste to many of her opponents with her mighty legs, but until you experience it firsthand, you don’t truly know how lethal her stems are. And now Victoria knew!
Jenna places her hands on Victoria’s shoulders and drives a knee into her already screaming back. Jenna works her left arm under Victoria’s chin when the blonde seizes up and traps her in a Dragon Sleeper with a painful additive of the Troublemaker’s kneecap digging into her spine.
Jenna dials up the power in her choking arm and explains her actions while the ic champ gurgles and flails against her form, “I hope you don’t take the blindsiding personally, we’re in a title match in a combat sport after all. I’m taking the Intercontinental title tonight unless you can get your mind back on track!”
Hackenschmidt knows better than to waste oxygen in a Sleeperhold but she can’t help a growl of indignation. That growl grows and grows as the Knight gets her feet under her and slowly powers to standing, decreasing Jenna’s leverage advantage by the moment. Vic feels for Xian’s wrist and works her thumb onto a pressure point, Jenna yelps and the Dragon Sleeper weakens enough for Victoria to break out with a roar and paste her opponent in the mouth with a back elbow. Victoria snags Xian by the forearm and sends her running to the opposite ropes. When she rebounds back Victoria’s ready to greet her with a clothesline but Xian ducks. She halts at Victoria’s six o’clock, jumps straight up, gets amazing height, and nails Victoria in the back of the head with a dropkick. The gigantic German collapses in stages onto her front, grimacing and cradling the back of her head.
Jenna Xian gives Vic some tough love as she muscles her off the canvas and onto her shoulder in prep for a Powerslam.
"You ain't winning over anybody being Victoria the Valiant anymore! If you wanna be Victoria Hackenschmidt, then be Victoria Hackenschmidt! Show them why you're a five-time LAW Champion! Kick ass and take names like you used to do!"
Jenna reaches over to give Vic a firm slap on her firm rump in plain view of the camera and runs forward with a hot, tall, blond over her shoulder. It was everything Neil Strauss promised. Jenna Xian uses those chiselled legs to crash into a set of buckles, the upside-down Vic serving as a cushion between her and the padded steel.
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Jenna presses her body as tight as possible to Vic, keeping the German trapped in the corner as she folds her legs in a knot around the steel, hanging the champion in a Tree of Woe. As short as Victoria’s hair is it still grazes the canvas with the Destroyer’s height. Jenna slaps her on the belly and lets out a girlish giggle, "I thought having you upside-down like this, but I never thought it'd be in public."
The Legs Day Damsel steps back from the Tree of Woe and angles herself to Victoria's right. Eyeing her target, Jenna darts forward and her right leg turns into a blur, kicking up and down Victoria's form with sickening accuracy and power. As a series of bombs with small fuses; there's a whisk and a thwack! with each rib-breaking kick, the suffering Hackenschmidt screams and shudders throughout the shellacking, her flesh rippling and welting with each hit.
The FAWNatics count off each kick to the human heavy bag, as the toxic fans refer to Victoria on her social media, much to the dismay of The Knight’s self-esteem.
ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! ….all the way to ten full strikes before the official steps in, asking to take it out of the corner. Jenna pats him on the shoulder as she walks past, “Sure, sure. Just lemme do one last thing.” The challenger walks with a bit of a model’s strut, knowing the captive Victoria would get a great angle of back porch swinging, and as sore as she is from the kickfest Victoria couldn’t help herself, along with every other warmblooded person in the arena. Jenna travels to the far corner and slaps the top buckle and yells to the masses, ”Get ready for a knockout win!”
Xian hightails out of the corner on a trajectory back to Vic; she drops into a sliding dropkick that’s going to give the champion a case of whiplash. As bruised as Victoria’s midsection is it still has the strength to crunch in time, she snags the middle ropes to hold steady as a startled Jenna slides past. The bottom cable flicks the challenger’s nipples as she ejects herself from the ring, Jenna clears the width of the outside mats and her boots clang! against the guardrail, pushing it against the shins of the people seated in the first row. It’s not a pleasant fall, but Jenna lands flat on the floor so it’s more annoying than damaging.
Jenna labours off the floor cringing and rubbing her lower back, grumbling to herself, "That's gonna be a gif…" the audience gets loud and rowdy, clueing Jenna to whip around to see Victoria flying through the top and middle ropes! The soaring Destroyer flips forward, splatting Jenna with her back and squashing her against the floor!
CANNONBALL SENTON
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Hackenschmidt pushes off the rubble that is Xian to a rare cheer from the audience. She deadlifts her stunned opponent off the ground onto a shoulder and scans for the best place to hurl her cargo, unknowingly showcasing to catcalling Floridians the backside Xian teased her with earlier.
"MMM, that'll do," Victoria comes to a decision: The Knight retreats two steps and falls back, jarring Jenna's vertebrae against the steel steps.
Kerash! "RaAhh!"
Jenna howls while her body seizes and fists ball up and shake. With deep breaths that wobble her ample chest, Jenna achingly sits up while Victoria rolls under the bottom rope to break the count and rolls back out. "Komm her." Victoria collects the trembling challenger by the back of the neck and forces off the steps onto her feet; adding a second handhold with her waistband, the IC champion makes Xian walk in a momentum-building circle before hurling her gut first into the edge of the ring.
"Goouhh!!" Xian's eyes bug out, and she rasps of pain, already halfway back in the Squared Circle Xian tries to drag herself to safety but Hackenschmidt's strong arms cinch around her in a waistlock and carry the troubled Troublemaker away. After placing her back parallel to the guardrail and the wall of screaming fans, Victoria gives Jenna the Heimlich Maneuver making her croak as The Knight sets her feet, crouches low and sends Jenna flying past an entire side of the ring. The Troublemaker has enough luck to avoid another set of steel steps but still lands hard on her upper back, and this time Jenna doesn’t pop to her feet, she skids and tumbles till she’s puddle face down on the padded floor; the toe of a boot bangs against the guardrail and leans against it while Jenna’s other boot slips under the rail knocking over a fan’s drink.
Victoria gets up and rolls in and out of the ring, breaking the referee’s count once again, she nods at the impotent official’s orders to take the fight back inside, “Ja, one moment.” She scoops up Jenna off the floor and carries her by the back of her togs; for her entire career, Victoria has conducted herself as a pure wrestler, rarely engaging in ‘Sports Entertainment’ stipulations and keeping the action between the ropes. But since coming to FAWN, The Knight has found a real talent for performing violence outside the borders of traditional wrestling. Victoria lifts Xian onto the apron and rolls her a few feet away from the ropes. In the moments she’s face down, the camera sees one of Xian’s cheeks bared, Hackenschmidt inadvertently hiking up her shorts in the lift. The chance of a rope break gone, Vic leans against a moaning Xian in a back press, hooking the leg for insurance and again inadvertently showing off some California Cake through the official’s count.
ONE!
TWO!
Jenna bucks free! With a jerk of her melon-crushing gams, she wrenches her leg from Hackenschmidt’s grip and turns onto her belly. Victoria’s about to reach for submission when she notices Jenna’s new level of cheekiness, Victoria pauses with raised eyebrows and a slight blush she gingerly takes the hem of a pant leg with thumbs and index fingers and gently pulls it to factory settings. This gets a loud, negative response from frustrated folks in the stands “Boooo!” In a rare moment of lost patience, Victoria barks at the audience “Shut up!” They get twice as irritable, “BOOOO!!”
Victoria grumbles as she pulls Xian to her feet, “I miss wrestling in Asia, far more respectful spectators.” Victoria takes a limp wrist in hand and sends Xian into the coils with an Irish Whip which careens the challenger into a running Clothesline across the jubblies, Jenna’s knocked flat, and then breathless when Victoria’s long leg drops across her breasts with all the Knight’s weight behind it. If Jenna didn’t know better, she’d think Vic was working out some body image issues. Mid-jump, Victoria waved the ref over to count so he’s in place as soon as Jenna stops shuddering.
ONE!
TWO!
TH-Kickout! Jenna gets a shoulder up, but she’s a touch slower than last time. No complaints from Vic; she’ll wear her down soon enough. Victoria pulls up a rubbery limbed Jenna by the shoulder straps and locks in a tight standing Sleeper Hold. Jenna grips and scratches at the arm around her through and stomps around in a blind search for the German’s toes. Victoria coaxes a gurgling whine with a throat bruising constriction and whispers in Jenna’s ear, her voice a lot more alluring than intended, “Am I kicking ass like I used to yet?”
The pint-sized powerhouse knew that she was in trouble. The battering that she’d taken on the outside wore her down to the point where prying Victoria’s powerful arms from around her carotid was pretty much impossible. She needs to find another way. Slowly, she begins to make her way to the ropes, reaching out blindly with grasping hands as she drags the German Destroyer, much to Victoria’s surprise. She tries to wrench down on the hold a little harder to halt her movement, to no avail. She was just about to lift Jenna off her feet to put a stop to her forward momentum, but she was too late, as Jenna had just grasped the top strand, prompting the referee to call for a break.
Victoria growls in frustration, but the referee doesn’t even begin the count before she releases the sleeper. Jenna hugs the top rope, stepping one boot in between the bottom and middle ropes and barks at the referee to keep Victoria back. He needn’t have bothered, as the Valiant One willingly backed up to the center of the ring, hands up placatingly. “Heh,” Jenna chuckles as she takes a quick breather to recover her strength, “Not gonna lie, you talking dirty like that just now was hot as hell. Keep that up and you’re damn sure gonna get my motor running!”
Hackenschmidt goes a little red and purses her lips, biting back a response to avoid another verbal thrashing from Jenna and the audience. "Noted. Shall we get back to the match, or do you need more time to catch your breath?"
Jenna giggles behind a closed-lipped smirk. She likes Victoria when she's cocky. It happens rarely, but when it does it's sexy. "Nope, but you'll need some time away when I render you Breathless."
The Troublemaker crosses her arms under her bounty and gives them an unnecessary lift. Victoria’s gaze drops to the presented cleavage at the threat of Xian's patented Front Sleeper, and a shiver runs up her spine. Images of her former Squire Dadal's cleavage enveloping her face, of Dadal's elfin features twisted into heated anger as she torments Victoria to an explosive climax before kicking her out of their home. Fear with an undercurrent of confused arousal drive Hackenschmidt to act; she lunges at Jenna like a wild animal with raised aimless hands. Jenna, calm as you please, hops back on the bottom rope and rebounds into a raised knee strike that connects between Victoria's eyes.
The towering Teuton stumbles back blinking away spots; Jenna buries a Toe Kick dead center of Victoria's navel, doubling her over with a bellow. Jenna swiftly sidles overtaking one of the blonde's wrists and pulling it through her legs; Xian traps Vic's other arm under her own and yanks hard on both limbs, hoisting the larger woman up and onto her shoulder for the briefest moment before Xian flings themselves to the canvas, crushing Vic with a Pumphandle Slam. The echoing THUMP of the ring disguises the smeck of their bellies slapping together as Vic rebounds into Xian; the German lies in a heap under Jenna whose posed on all fours over Victoria, setting her next move in motion. She flips onto hands and boots so she can look Vic in the eye and reaches forward, Jenna pulls the blonde up by her short hair and buries her nose into the hot center of her pink gym shorts. Her ankles cross, and as the muscles in Jenna’s gams flex a high-pitched, muffled scream of a whine releases from Hackenschmidt. The Troublemaker’s lower-body strength is something to be feared, especially when applied in a Scissorhold.
“Don’t worry, Vic!” Jenna purrs as she runs her fingers through Victoria’s hair, “I ain’t gonna squeeze too hard! I just like how ya feel between my legs!” Jenna pulls Victoria’s red face up, the camera getting a perfect shot of the German’s expression of pitiful weakness as she’s crushed between two shapely stems of velvet-covered steel. She giggles girlishly as she caresses The Valiant One’s cheek, setting butterflies floating inside the Teutonic powerhouse’s belly. “You know, you really are pretty cute. A bit more butch than I tend to go for, but I’ll bet you clean up real nice!” With that, she releases the German and sits her up, positioning herself directly behind her. Jenna then snakes her destructively powerful legs around Victoria’s waist and squeezes again. Victoria barely had time to groan in pain yet again before she felt a pair of wandering hands grasping at her chest.
“Wh-what are you doing?!” Victoria whines as an odd mix of shock and pleasure leaves her frozen in place, “Stop!”
“Aw, c’mon, Vicky!” Jenna coos into her ear, “You can’t tell me you’re not liking this! Why not lighten up and let yourself have a little fun?” She wasn’t wrong. Jenna’s expertly groping hands know exactly which buttons to push and how to get the stoic champion moaning.
“Jenna, s-stop!” Victoria protested weakly, “This isn’t wrestling! Why are you doing this to me?!” she demands as embarrassed tears well up in her eyes, “Do you get off so much by humiliating your opponents?” This actually did cause Jenna to let go of Victoria’s chest, but she squeezes with her vice-like legs a little more as she plants her hands on the mat for leverage.
“Victoria, do you know the fable of The Frog and the Scorpion?” Jenna asks her, which gets a tiny shake of her head and an uncomfortable yelp at the tightening scissors. “Once there was a frog and a scorpion on the bank of a stream. The scorpion wanted to cross the stream, so he asked his friend, the frog, to carry him on his back. At first, the frog was understandably hesitant and voiced his concern that the scorpion would sting him. The scorpion denied that he would do such a thing, as they would both die if he did. Seeing the logic of this, the frog reluctantly agreed. Halfway across the stream, the scorpion did indeed sting the frog. “What have you done?” the frog cried, “Now we’re both going to die!” The scorpion answered as the frog lost consciousness, and they sank into the water, “I’m sorry, my friend, but I’m a scorpion.”
Jenna had kept up the hellacious bodyscissors throughout her story, briefly relaxing during a pause in the tale then pressing hard as she starts the phase. During this Victoria pounded the human-bear trap she found herself in with her fists, ground up and down with her elbows and desperately tries to push the legs away for some breathing room, but they will not budge. “You see, Vic…I don’t play like I do to humiliate my opponents or anything like that. I do it because I’m a scorpion. Do you understand?”
The Troublemaker speaks into the champion’s ear, Victoria remains slumped over, her core feeling like her abs had been mushed into her chest. Face flushed and panting, she weakly responds, “Ja, I think so…” Victoria answers, taken off-guard by Jenna’s frankness.
“I’m not sure that you do.” Jenna retorts, “You see, I don’t always play with my opponents. Can you think of why I might do it?” Victoria fell silent, seeming to try and actually answer Jenna’s question. “Well, here,” Jenna continues as she loosens the noose around Victoria’s waist and gently laid her down on the mat, “let me give you a chance to think it over!” With that, she lowers herself on top of Victoria so that her massive cleavage completely covers Victoria’s head! In order to keep them firmly in place, Jenna uses her hands to press the sides of her boobs into her head even tighter, looking to leave the powerhouse Breathless!
BREATHLESS: i.imgur.com/AOPrrH6.jpg
Jenna could hear Victoria squealing in a panic underneath her as The Knight’s arms flap wildly, but unable to find Jenna’s form, positioned north-south as she was. “Apologies again if it seems like I’m taking advantage of ya,” Jenna apologized unconvincingly, “but there’s still a match going on, and I’m tryna win!” Unfortunately for Victoria, Jenna learned early on how to use her “gifts” to maximum effect, and their positioning only makes her expertly applied front sleeper even deadlier. Soon, Victoria’s muffled squeals and flailing would dissolve into whimpers and squirming. Jenna grins, as she could feel Victoria’s resistance slipping away, but she also feels something that she hadn’t expected: the weak press of lips against her cleavage. “Whoa, Vic! First Dani, then that old Deanna chick, now me…It seems you got a type…Can it be that you actually enjoy getting jugged out?”
As Jenna speaks, a cold shiver runs through Victoria's body and her skin turns gooseflesh. Had Jenna noticed this, she may have thought twice about her next statement.
"Did Dani fuck up your head that badly?"
Victoria bolts upward, throwing Jenna off of her like a bull bucking its rider. Jenna tumbles away, stopping on her side after a few revolutions, a bit dizzy and taken aback She looks at Victoria whose still seated and facing away; the German's fists are clenching so tight Xian worries they may break under their power. Tremors run up and down Hackenschmidt's body, and Xian can tell from the creeping flush on the back of her neck Vic is going red with rage. The challenger flashes back to her pre-match preparation; Victoria's last defence was against Deanne Davis, a dear friend. And when Vic was pushed to this state, she tore Deanne apart in the ring like a pillow in a wood chipper. Jenna sees Hackenschimdt flash to her feet whip around with a snarl, eyes burning like forest fires; Jenna fearfully gets to her feet a second after, bracing for something painful.
“Awwww, shit!”
Victoria stomps toward Jenna pounding her fist against her chest and screaming “Sprich mir diesen Namen nicht an!” Now Jenna doesn’t speak German, but from context, she can tell it means something akin to ‘Keep Danica’s name out your mouth.”
The Troublemaker’s no coward and doesn’t run from a fight, so she takes the initiative and throws a strong right hand aimed up at The Knight’s jaw that Victoria easily dips under. Jenna's perspective shifts and her stomach lurches, and she realizes Victoria lifted her with Fireman's Carry. She lifts an elbow to drive into the German's head but Victoria's already thrown her off and gone into a spin; Xian's boots barely touch canvas when a meaty fist rattles her teeth and puts her head on swivel. Xian's knocked off her feet and seeing stars; Victoria just drags her back up. No preamble, no warning, no trash talking; In rapid movements, Victoria bends Jenna over and flips the challenger onto her shoulders, then blasts the air, sense, and soul out of her body with an epic Sit-Out Powerbomb!
THE IRON HAND+SITOUT POWERBOMB
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It's hard to tell what's louder; the echoing of the ring or the groans of the audience watching Xian experience more pain in an instant than most of them would in a lifetime! Xian doesn’t rebound off the canvas as much as she’s spit back into the air; so violent was her landing, Jenna starts rotating through an involuntary backflip in the space between Victoria’s outstretched stems, limbs jellied, face slack, and head tilting to a shoulder, fans are worried Jenna’s going drop into a career-ending piledrive when she floats through the motion to splat facedown in front of Victoria, her hair tickling The Knight’s inner thighs and her arms draped over Victoria’s knees. If you’re just tunning into the match, you’d have thought Jenna was just flattened by a Pedigree! They stay still for a moment; the FAWNatics just lose their shit over the last two moves while Victoria stares into the middle distance with the same mad dog expression.
Hackenschmidt hurriedly gets up, kicking free of Jenna’s arms and reaching down to grab her by the base of the neck, ordering her up with a guttural “Aufstehen!” Jenna’s brought halfway to consciousness as she dragged up to her knees and forced into a walk, she forces herself onto stooped feet after a few steps when Hackenschmidt clubs a forearm onto her back. The Knight takes her by the back of her tops and shorts, hiking up the latter and fully waking Jenna with the sharp sting of lycra sawing against her tender bits.
“AAAAIIIIEEEE!!!” Jenna shrieks at the (possibly) unintentional front wedgie, “H-hey! Careful with that! I was hoping to use that later tonight!” she protests. Then, she feels the flutter in her stomach that can only come from leaving your feet not of your own accord, “Whoawhoawhoawhoawhoa!!” the Troublemaker pleads with the Teutonic warrior, “Vic, let’s talk about this!”
“Nein, there is nothing to discuss! You said it yourself, you have a match to win, and so do I!”
Roaring like a rabid lion, Victoria swings a fearful Xian around in wide circles. FAWNatics watch agape at the IC champion's monstrous strength and freak the hell out when The Valiant One tosses Jenna across the ring; the LAW wrestler spins uncontrollably in the air till she soars under the bottom buckle, banging against it with her upper thigh.
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Any resentment or baseless anger towards the champion is forgotten by the 'cool' fans with this feat of strength and the building fills with chants of VIC-TOR-IA! VIC-TOR-IA! VIC-TOR-IA! The Knight in question is pacing up and down on the opposite side of the ring from Xian, her face covered by her fists as she grinds her knuckles into her forehead. A calming mechanism from childhood as she counts to try and focus herself from a raging bull to a raging wrestler, " Eins. Zwei. Drei."
Meanwhile, Jenna Xian is leaning heavily against the ropes in the corner and massaging where her leg met metal. There’s still a vocal portion of the Orlando crowd behind the curvy newcomer, a good half of the arena yells a competing chant of JEN-NA! JEN-NA! JEN-NA! The referee goes to check on her but she waves him off, hoarsely placating "I'm good… I'm-"
Jenna is not good. She's cut off by a 5'11 extremely toned Teutonic Terror splattering her in the corner with an Avalanche Splash. There's a harsh SMECK! Of flesh hitting flesh as Victoria's full body impacts against the smaller Jenna. The champion just leans fully against the challenger, daring Jenna to try and move her while Victoria contemplates her next move. Jenna's a strong woman, but she's been a crash test dummy the last few minutes so her weak pushes won't budge the young veteran.
Hackenschmidt is thinking a little bit clearer now, the red mist starting to clear from her mind. Perhaps aided by the feeling of her abs bullying and compressing Jenna's with each breath. The referee's beginning to count now that he can be heard over the din of the crowd at "Three!" Victoria takes a step back, gets her hooks in Xian and yet again sends her soaring into an emphatic back bump with a Biel toss.
Xian lands canvas flat and bounces into a seat, then with hands limp between her legs and a dazed look on her face Xian sluggishly reclines back to the canvas. Victoria breathes heavily through her nose and speedily strides over drops in a lateral cover; not hooking a leg but pressing all her weight across Jenna’s chest, flattening The Troublemaker’s proud juggs as much as they could during the….
ONE!
TWO!!
THREKICKOUT!!!!
Jenna Xian remarkably kicks out! Again, pulling in those mighty stems and shooting forward in a Kip Up motion, tossing Vic like a log off her body and allowing Jenna take some deep, heaving breaths that wobble her breasts and test the integrity of her top. Victoria stares in dismay at the stirring challenger, as the crowd applauds Jenna’s show of grit. Burying the emotional whiplash that comes after her rage release, Victoria almost solemnly rises and pulls up Xian by the wrist and neck, “Come now, let’s end this.”
With a dip and a pivot, Hackenschmidt swallows Xian in a brutal Bearhug. The Knight’s brawny arms circle her midsection and crush her back and ribs; Xian gasps with the first constriction, then moans when Hackenschmdit really turns up the juice trying to wring a submission out of the scorpion. Victoria shakes Jenna side to side, rattling her arms and legs like windchimes and squuueeeezes Jenna like she’s a tube of toothpaste, it's not Crest that spills out, but a warbling cry and a hint of drool from her quivering lips. Victoria’s backside twitches fetchingly as she hups her cargo higher in her grips and tightens the noose, Jenna’s cheek to cheek with the German now looking like she’s considering calling it quits. The Troublemaker’s legs lock above Hackenscmdit’s hips in a bodyscissor, alleviating some of the pressure and making the Towering Teuton hiss. Her concentration broken, Victoria’s now aware of Jenna’s big boulders flattening her pebbles with no discernable effort.
Despite having her ribs crushed, Jenna nevertheless feels her cheeks grow hot as a bright pink blush colors her alabaster skin. While their intimate proximity is clearly distracting the champion, the challenger was proving to not be immune to the sensual, albeit painful, contact between champion and challenger. Nonetheless, Xian’s mind was racing at a pace to match her heartbeat. She knows she’s in big trouble, and she needs to find a way out of Victoria’s crushing embrace, or she’s done for. Alas, they’re deep into the match, and Jenna is tired and weakened from the abuse she just suffered at her opponent’s rage-enhanced hands, so try as she might, in her weakened state, even with Victoria’s grip slacking slightly, prying herself loose just wasn’t an option. Seeing no other way out, she braces herself mentally for what she has to do.
“I really hope you can forgive me, Victoria…But I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time!” Jenna says softly. Before the Valiant One can even register what the Chinese-American just said, let alone question her meaning, Jenna shows her what she means. Abandoning her attempts to prise herself loose, Jenna throws her arms around Victoria’s neck, closes her eyes, and plants a wet, passionate kiss on her lips that gets a not-insignificant chorus of catcalls from the FAWNatics.
While this is not her first time facing a woman whose combat style leans more amorous, this is the first time Victoria’s been kissed in a wrestling ring! So shocked is The Valiant One she drops the bearhug to shove the quick-lipped beauty away but Victoria’s famous strength becomes a pale shadow of itself under Xian’s tender technique, turning her attempts to escape at best, clumsy foreplay. Xian keeps her barbaric bodyscissors in place as she show’s Hackenschmidt what she was missing out on all the sleepovers she missed for wrestling training; Victoria stumbles around the ring blindly, carrying Jenna’s supple, lightly perfumed weight as she sweetly suffers in what’s known colloquially as Lip Lock. Among the sparks of pure light firing in Hackenschmidt’s mind, there’s a bud of empathy and understanding with Penelope Pussycat’s ordeal with Pepe Le Pew.
Jenna finally drops the Scissors but the kiss remains unbroken. The Troublemaker holds Victoria by the cheeks (on her face…for now) to keep her close. Penthouse fighters and their ilk make their kisses and tongues to be dominating weapons that can turn the tide in an instant, The members of Wicked or the British Brats have made great use of it. For someone as romantically inexperienced as Hackenschmidt is, she has no defense against the ever-seeking tongue of Xian. It's like facing an Olympian fencer with wet spaghetti, Victoria has no chance.
Jenna feels a shudder from Victoria and The tall blonde's hands drop and hang at her sides. The self-admitted scorpion finally stops her one-sided smooching pushes Hackenschmidt's head away, their mouths separating with an audible ‘pop!’ The eyes of pleasure-dazed blonde are rolling back in their sockets as Xian works her head under Victoria’s arm while reaching across the champ’s petite chest to grasp the nape of her neck and lifting her right leg by the meat of her upper thigh. With Wendy Smith-like power and grace, Jenna whips back and tosses the taller woman into a spine jarring crash into the corner with an Exploder Suplex!
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The ropes rattle and the corner post shakes when Victoria’s back and ass smack into the turnbuckles The IC champion lands heavily on her shoulder blades, Victoria’s ankles briefly bracing her ears before she falls onto her side; Her head swimming, Victoria crawls unsteadily out of the corner and tries to get to her feet with the grace of a newborn deer. The rapid transitions from composed-to lust-to pain and the lurch in her stomach from the suplex had the German in a tizzy. At the far side of the ring Jenna is crouched and building power for her finisher, a Single-Leg Dropkick that made full use of her rib-cracking, leg press record-setting, soon to be gold-winning gams.
Jenna's in the far corner eagerly waiting for Victoria to rise into her crosshair; waving the unsuspecting Destroyer up while bouncing in anticipation. Most of the FAWNatics are screaming in their seats for the soon-to-be new IC champion, the few that weren't hollering were whistling and catcalling for the Purvey of pultrichuted Jenna's displaying.
Just as Hackenschmidt'on both feet and about to raise her head, Xian takes off like a bullet, bounding into the air with her right foot on track to kick Victoria's face off!
ZHANMADAO
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OOOOHH!!!
The crowd releases a collective groan watching the woman land hard on her back, and that woman is Jenna! Victoria played matador at the last second, spinning out of the way letting Jenna fly past, The Troublemaker was so close the German could feel her smooth skin graze hers as a shocked Jenna whizzed past. The challenger lands hard, the back of her head smacking against the covered plywood that makes up the ring floor. Xian’s quick to get up, but she’s cradling her head and seems unbalanced; Victoria takes her by the arm and spins her around just to slug Xian in the gut to double her over. Victoria pulls her into a Headscissors and flips the Californian up and over her shoulders into a Gory Special. Now back to back to The Knight Jenna knows what’s coming and she does not like it! She’s whipping her head back and forth yelling “No!” But Victoria pays no heed, working both of Xian's arms over one shoulder and takes herein an upside-down Headlock. With a lion’s roar, Victoria throws herself in hard reverse, spiking Xian’s head into the canvas with their combined weight behind it.
FAFNIR’S FANG
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The THUD of Jenna’s face hitting canvas can be heard above the collective OOOOHHHH!!!! Of sympathy from the audience. The recoil of the ring floor bounces The Troublemaker 12 inches into the air, she sprawls onto her back, eyes rolled up, cheek to mat and chest sloshing with the aftershocks of the move. Victoria pounces into a kneeling straddle of the insensate challenger's waist and brazenly slaps her palms on Jenna's tits and squeezes them still, willing them to have no power over her as the official counts.
ONE!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!!
DING! DING! DING!
“Your winner…. And still Intercontinental Champion, Victoria Hackenschmdit!!”
A booming, negative reaction from the Orlando audience fills the air, nearly drowning out the ringing of the bell. The FAWNatics had fallen in love with the unpredictable Xian, and they wanted to see her get the gold. But the march of The Knight continues uninterrupted, Victoria purposefully pushes off Jenna's pillows to accept HER title belt from the official with a relieved look and an air of emotional exhaustion. In her peripheral vision, she sees Jenna beginning to stir, the defeated challenger slowly shakes her head like she’s experiencing a hangover and tries to sit up, faltering halfway. Vic runs the fight through her mind before walking over and offering her hand, Jenna pushed some buttons but she wasn’t malicious, or at least not trying to be, “Good match.”
Jenna looks up at her vanquisher and her outstretched hand. If this were LAW, there wasn’t a chance in hell she would accept the hand of someone that just beat her. But…this wasn’t Phoenix, and she spent this whole match trying to show Victoria that there was more to her than the sexpot with a mean streak act that she portrayed herself as in LAW. That and she also got herself worked up with that kiss, and she knows an opportunity when she sees one. Smiling despite the ringing in her head, Jenna takes Victoria’s hand and allows her to help her to her feet. “Thanks. Good match. No hard feelings?”
Victoria squints and her lips form a thin line as she silently evaluates Jenna, making the Californian slightly nervous, but relaxes when the champion answers, “Nein. No hard feelings. You were just being yourself, and you didn’t go too far. If you had, you would not be standing yet, trust me.” She squeezes Jenna’s hand, not tightly as a show of subtle dominance but enough to say there’s a path to them standing side by side, and just in a tag team match. In response, Jenna smiles and raises Victoria’s arm in a show of sportsmanship, pointing to The Valiant One with her other hand to a mixed reaction. “I’m sorry these jerks won’t accept ya, Vic. Hey…” she risks getting closer to the German powerhouse, running a single fingertip up and down her arm, “...can I buy you a drink? I’d like a chance to show you that I really am a different person than what people see when I’m in LAW. Believe it or not, your respect means a lot to me…” she says meekly as she begins to blush at her admission.
Victoria’s too tired to blush, and at the moment, very thirsty. “I’d like that, “ she reaches over, placing an arm across Jenna’s shoulders as they exit the ring, “and you have my respect. Just keep your hands where I can see them.”
“Aww, you’re no fun..” Jenna pouts as they head up the ramp.