Post by SammieSinclair on Jul 7, 2014 11:37:38 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the FAWN Intercontinental Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger. Hailing from Houston, Texas, she stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds…” His voice trailed off when whatever was on his reference cards forces him to do a double-take. Then, clearing his throat and with little enthusiasm for this part, he said, “Ladies and gentlemen, she demands that you all bow down and show the appropriate respect for… THE NUBIAN QUEEN… LaaaKKKEEEIIISSSHHHAAA BAAATTTEEESSS!!!”
LAKEISHA BATES:
If ‘appropriate respect’ means a deafening torrent of boos and jeers, then the FAWNatics did exactly as they’re told when Bubba Sparxxx’s “Ms New Booty” pumped over the loudspeakers. LaKeisha Bates burst through the curtains and the swell of noise only increased as she spread her arms and legs in wide 'V's and slapped her hands together at her crotch. Her hands moved to her hips where she indignantly viewed the crowd, all members of 'The Man's Army’.
Bates stood clad in gold bikini bottoms with a thick black edging and a matching bandeau top with similar thick black edging. The letters LK were inscribed across the top in flowing, black-glitter script. Around her waist was a thick black belt--for lack of a better term--that split into a diamond shape around the front to frame her navel in the center of the shape. Top, belt and bottoms were connected by a pair of heavy black rings -- a third and final ring connected the top to a black choker around her throat. Inscribed across the back of her briefs was 'RUMPSHAKA' in the same flowing black script that graced her bosom. The look was completed with flat black boots and pads, the boots stenciled with LK in gold script.
She was not alone.
KENDRA LARUE:
The crowd’s derision grew all the louder when the curtains parted a second time and the other half of FAWN’s most bootyful tag team strode into view. LaRue MORE than ably fills out her black fightin’ bikini, Kendra’s body every bit as ready for primetime as her resume would suggest. Of course, it’s impossible for eyes NOT to be drawn to LaRue’s backside, where the word “Siren” was scrawled in flowing pink script. Her ensemble was completed by white pads and boots. Kendra and LaKeisha then raised their hands above their heads, slapping off a pair of high fives before turning and sashaying their way to the ring.
The former Queen of the Jungle and the former World and Tag Team Champion eventually reached ringside, the Siren ascending the staircase first. Kendra then took a seat on the middle rope, pushing the top strand up to afford the Nubian Queen entry. “Please,” LaRue grinned. “Age before beauty.”
If anyone else had said that to Bates, they would likely have ended up getting a slap upside the head. But it’s almost immediately clear that these two knew each other and trust each other well enough to deliver the occasional playful jab. Hardly surprising, really, when you consider the familial ties--both biological and figurative--that connect the Siren to LaKeisha’s former championship partner, Holly Hotbody. Sliding through the ropes, the Nubian Queen took her own seat on the middle cable--and when Kendra started to pull herself the rest of the way through, Bates sent a playful 'SWAP!’ to the Siren’s well-upholstered tush.
Once LaKeisha took a pre-victory lap and Kendra had been shooed from the ring, the Announcer raised his mic a second time, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Antonio Bay, California, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred twenty seven pounds. She is the NoCal Sensation and the reigning and defending FAWN Intercontinental Champion… JENNY JACOBS!”
Cowboy Mouth ripped through the speakers and spurred the Jacobites to stand just before as their leader burst through the curtain. “MY NAME IS JENNY JACOBS!” the champ bellowed from beneath a pair of raised J’s. “AND DAT ASS?” she pointed straight at LaKeisha. “IS ABOUT TO BE A FLAT ASS!”
JENNY JACOBS:
Cheers from all corners as the beautiful blonde heartstopper started toward the squared circle. Tonight Jenny wore her usual star-spattered indigo bikini bottoms with matching halter style top that featured a star-shaped clasp nestled between the cups. Her boots and pads were as white as ever and her hair hung in a sleek golden bob that fell to just below her ears. Near the corners at the foot of the ramp, she paused in front of a sign that said:
HOW MANY WAYS ARE THERE TO SPANK AN ASS?
8,675,309 WAYS!
Jenny sucked in a theatrical cringe and said, “There are actually more, but I didn’t want that to get out. Thought it might sound like bragging.” Then she smiled, threw the sign-waver a pair of J’s and broke into a sprinting dive that took her clean under the bottom rope.
On her feet in an instant, the IC champ plucked the belt from around her waist and handed it to the official. “LaKeisha can look at it if she wants, but don’t let her or especially Kendra touch it. I’m afraid she might press it into her ass to make a copy like Silly Putty on newsprint. Then I’d have to melt the belt down and no one wants that.”
“What’d you say about me, skank?” LaRue bellowed from the outside.
“I said keep your fat ass offa my belt.” Jenny turned to LaKeisha and winked. “As for you, keep your fat ass off my boot. Or should I say, TRY to keep your fat ass off my boot.” Bates only flipped her the bird so Jacobs backed into her corner and offered her wrists and ankles to the ref when he approached for final inspection.
When the bell CLANGED Jenny was out of her corner fast, she didn’t want to run the risk of finding herself crushed by one of Bates’ fearsome opening blitzkriegs. The champ needn’t have worried, LaKeisha was still in quiet conversation with Kendra, both of them smirking and occasionally laughing over what they no doubt intended for Jacobs. Unable to resist poking a bear (or anything else for that matter) with a stick, Jenny cleared her throat rather loudly, then called out, “So uuuhhh… where is he, LK?”
Bates pulled her eyes away from Kendra with an irritated little moue on her lips. “Who you talkin’ bout, white bread?”
Jenny looked over the challenger’s corner to see if she could find this missing ‘he’, but still came up dry. “The Man. You know, that one who’s supposed to be holding you down. I don’t see him hanging around tonight, unless, wait… is The Man what you nicknamed that anchor of an ass?”
LaKeisha’s eyes narrowed to wicked slits. “What was that, bytch?”
“I asked if that sack of wet mice in your trunks is what’s keeping you in the corner. If it is I can recommend a good gym and if it’s not suck it up and jiggle your way out here.”
The Rumpshakah looked down at Kendra, who was watching the blonde with wide, incredulous eyes. “Does this bytch have a death wish?”
“Either that or she just needs her ugly face scraped off.”
“Or I just want to fight.” Jenny called over to Booty Shock. “So STEP UP, Jiggles!”
“That’s it, cracka. You wanna end this even faster? Get ready to pucker up.”
LaKeisha stomped out of the corner, picking up speed as she closed on the Innovator. Jenny stood her ground even when the challenger raised her talons but when Bates lunged she went low and ‘smacked!’ her foe’s vaunted rump. “Well at least it’s not as soft as it looks.” Jacobs chided as steam poured from LK’s ears. “So did you get cheek implants or--” Bates launched a huge boot at Jacobs’s chin, forcing the blonde to duck to keep her head. Twisting around as the taller woman caught her balance, Jenny snagged hold of LaKeisha’s waistband and yanked ‘em up by a good three or four inches. “####IN’ CRACKA!” the Nubian Nightmare raged as she rounded on the champ. “Sit still and OOOFFFFHHH!”
DROPSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=asE9za5gpkQ
Jacobs leapt, slammed her heels into Bates’ chest and somersaulted back through the air to land neatly on one knee. Staggered for only a moment, LaKeisha charged the recovering battler and fired off a second boot that was just as successful as the first, which was to say not at all. Catching the brunette’s ankle in both hands, Jacobs wrenched LK’s leg back so sharply she went down flat on her face. Still in possession of Bates’ ankle, Jenny tumbled backward into a comfortable seat on the small of her opponent’s back and CRAAAAAAAAAANKED! Balanced on one knee with LaKeisha’s shin tucked snug under her right armpit, the blonde reefed back on the Half Crab hard enough to make the challenger yowl in pain. “What’s the matter, sweet cheeks?” Jenny taunted. “Did’ja spend too much time oiling your buns and forget to condition your legs?” She wrenched the Crab a little more and was rewarded with another round of cursing from the Texan.
ROLLING HALF CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=fHSASf05imc
“You smarmy little whitebread bytch,” LK growled, “I’m gonna make your face disappear into my assSOOOOWW! OH! OH BYTCH, IT’S ON! IT’S ####ING ON!”
Sliding back into a higher mount on Bates’ back, Jacobs flattened her left hand into a paddle and spank-spank-spank-spank-spank-SPANKED those ebon glutes. “What do you say, LaKeisha?” Merle asked when Bates’ right heel got several inches closer to the back of her head. “Do you want me to call for the--”
“I want you to get outta my face, asshole! Now keep your mouth shut while I deal with this honky trash.” Gritting her teeth as Jacobs did terrible things to her leg, Bates gouged her elbows into the mat, pushed up by a few inches and started her way toward the ropes. Jenny didn’t bother to try and stop the jailbreak, instead she doubled down on her foe’s trapped leg and poured on more pressure until LaKeisha shouted, “Ropes, bytch! Step the #### off right now!”
“Well I’ll let your leg go,” Jacobs answered, “but I think I’d rather step on than off.”
Hoisting herself off the challenger a little ways, Jenny hoisted LK’s leg up as high as she could, then THUNKED her knee into the canvas with a makeshift Stump Puller. LaKeisha grunted and tried to roll onto her stomach but Jacobs twisted in a half circle and planted one hand on her foe’s back and the other on opposing thigh. From there she pushed up into a near handstand, then swung down, tucked her knees in and drove them into the curve of Bates’ buttocks. Pushing up immediately after the Knee Drop connected, Jenny turned her back on the prone brunette and threw herself into a gorgeous back flip. No normal Moonsault was this though, she hooked her ankles and pulled back tight to make sure her knees THWHUMPED into LaKeisha’s rump for the second time in as many minutes.
MOONSAULT KNEE DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WhIVFwEkHSs&feature=player_embedded
Sullen and hurting after the blonde’s fast start, Bates shrugged the champ loose and dragged herself under the bottom rope for a breather on the outside. One hand pressed to her assaulted rump, Bates backed off a little ways and pointed an angry finger at the NoCal Sensation. “You’re gonna pay for that, white bread.” she promised. “I’m not just gonna take your title, I’m gonna take your priHEY!”
Jenny sprang over the top rope but instead of diving onto the challenger she landed on the apron, a psych-out that had LaKeisha backed up against the guardrail. Recovering her wits quickly enough, the Rumpshakah dove across the aisle and ate a stubby little back kick to the tits for her trouble. Jenny followed by hopping onto the second strand and launching herself over and back into a gorgeous Asai Moonsault. Startled by the sight of that obnoxious cracker divebombing down on her, Bates raised her hands a second too late, meaning Jacobs smashed into her tummy and shoulder full force. Her proximity to the barrier meant LK didn’t go down but her lower back BWANGED into the steel and she slopped down onto her haunches while Jenny landed in the laps of the first row Jacobites.
ASAI MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sBzdbB5Oubk&feature=player_embedded
“HOW ABOUT THAT?” Jenny bellowed to the FAWNatics once she’d hopped back over the guardrail. “LOOKS LIKE THE BOOTY’S GETTIN’ SHOCKED!”
LaKeisha could only grumble angrily, at least until Jacobs grabbed a double handful of hair, then she offered up a loud shout of protest. Switching one hand to Bates’ distended waistband, Jenny marched her burden across the aisle and slung her under the bottom rope. Back on the apron before LK came to a full stop, Jacobs grabbed the top rope in both hands and sprang to--
Kendra had kept a low profile since the match started but she’d crept toward the action as soon as it’d tumbled to the outside. And when Jenny took to the skies yet again, the Seductress rushed over, snatched an ankle and jerked like she was trying to ring a cathedral bell. Unaware of the trouble until it was upon her, Jacobs didn’t even have a chance to cry out before her chin THWHUNKED into the apron. Savvy enough to know that she couldn’t throw a suddenly boneless blonde under the bottom rope, Kendra turned away from the wreckage and strolled around the nearest corner before either Merle or her partner knew anything was afoot.
Unable to quite wrap her head around how this sawed off piece of white bread was putting it to her so forcefully, Bates forced herself to sit up and promptly shoved the ref away when he tried to check on her. “Keep your damned hands offa me!” she spat. “Just make sure that little lily ass cheater doesn’t try to jump me when I’m down!”
“You don’t have to worry about that, Keesh,” Kendra called from her place outside, “seems poor little Jenny’s got an inner ear infection, her balance is all screwed up!”
LK looked from her partner to the spot where she’d last seen Jacobs and smiled wickedly when she saw Jenny with one arm hooked over the bottom rope and a hand pressed close to her swollen chin. “Oh, you gonna get crushed now, cracka. You gonna get pulverized!”
Finding it much easier to regain her feet now that Jacobs was barely on hers, Bates raced into the ropes at her six to build up an impressive head of steam for her trek across the squared circle. Jenny looked up at the last second but by then it was already too late as the former World Champion dove low and THWHUMPED her boots into the Jacobs’ chest. The Baseball Slide Dropkick sent Jenny backpedaling to the other side of the narrow aisle where she slammed spine-first into the unforgiving steel barrier. Now her legs did give out and she would’ve collapsed had she not draped an arm over the guardrail to steady herself.
Fat lot of good it did her when LaKeisha joined her on the outside and immediately announced her presence with a CRAAACKING Bytch Slap to the blonde’s cheek. “Yeah, some color’s gonna look real good on you, white bread!” The Queen of Fort Worth treated herself to a double handful of hair and jerked her yelping foe clear of its dubious support. “Red I mean. That gold around your pudgy waist is gonna look so much better accessorizing the best ass FAWN has ever seen!”
To punctuate that statement she increased her pace, corralled Jacobs at the neck and shoulder and BWUUUNKED her forehead into the steel ring post. Jenny groaned and her knees finally gave out, leaving the champ to collapse chest first atop the steps leading into the squared circle. Delighted at her sudden, unquestioned control over this overrated piece of garbage, LK leaned a forearm across Jenny’s back to keep her in place while she murmured in her ear. “I could tear your face off right now, bytch, but this queen doesn’t do bloody thrones, so I’m gonna keep that pasty mug nice and pretty until it’s time for my coronation. The rest of you though, it ain’t gonna be so lucky.”
The threat was still reverberating in Jenny’s ear when Bates drew back her free hand and spank-spank-SPANKED blonde backside hard enough to raise instant welts. Jacobs yelped and tried to pull free but LaKeisha smashed a pair of forearms down across her shoulders and smashed a Kneelift into her glutes as well. “Hey LaKeisha, bring it back in the ring! I gave you plenty of time, don’t make me start counting!” Merle demanded from almost directly overhead.
“What’re you gonna do if I don’t Mr. Zebra? You gonna count by twos? Or maybe you just gonna disqualify me for hittin’ this pretty little soldier in the Man’s army a little too hard?!” The ref’s responded by kicking off his count, which earned a sigh of disgust from both members of Booty Shock. “Fine, we’ll get back inside.” she muttered. “But not before I have a little fun first.”
Bates thumped a punch into Jenny’s kidney to make sure she didn’t get any bright ideas, then she buried a hand in the blonde’s hair and started up the steps, forcing the other woman to tag along. Stopping at the top, she slipped an arm through Jacobs’s thighs, threw the other over one shoulder and ‘hupped’ her up over one shoulder. “Most cracka’s crunch!” LK explained to the throngs of booing haters. “This one, she gonna splat!” She tossed Jenny off her shoulder, hurling the IC champ into an arcing near six-foot freefall that ended with her THWHUMPING into the thinly-padded concrete. Jenny’s back arched upon impact but that was about all in terms of reaction as the elevated Body Slam had left her far too breathless to cry or even groan.
Apparently that wasn’t good enough for the Rumpshakah because she immediately dipped her knees and sprang out into the void directly above her prone opposition. Knees raised high, legs kicked out straight, Bates SMASHED down ass-first on Jacobs’s chest and made a point of grrrrrrrrinding her tush back and forth once the blonde’s sputtering subsided. “Where you at on that count now, Mr. Hater Man?” LaKeisha asked Merle without bothering to move from her twitching perch.
‘ELEVEN!’ was her answer and while the brunette loathed obeying any order foisted on her by a representative of The Man, the lure of gold was enough to make her comply for now. So she pushed off the Innovator, collected another handful of hair and scraped her off the floor. “Get your bony, no good ass in there!” she demanded upon stuffing Jacobs under the bottom rope. Desperate to create a little breathing room, Jenny kept right on rolling and managed to shuffle to all fours an instant before Bates drove a mean Double Axehandle between her shoulders.
“You ain’t goin’ nowhere, white bread. Not until you leave on the Rump Shaker train that is, and that right don’t leave without my say so.”
Since that particular ride wasn’t set to leave the station yet, LaKeisha decided to pass the time by hauling Jacobs into a Front Facelock. After that she secured a handful of indigo waistband and muscled the smaller woman all the over her head to high noon. Far more powerful than most tended to realize, Bates shed some light upon their ignorance by keeping Jenny in place for a full five seconds. Point made, she didn’t just drop, rather she tossed the NoCal Sensation down and forward, the defenseless battler barely getting a hand in front of her face before she THWHAMMED down on her chest and belly.
STALLING GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zf6p-Y_R12A&feature=player_embedded
Absolutely sick of not being able to draw a breath, Jenny turned onto one side, curled both arms across her belly and sucked wind as best she could. She managed about three deep breaths before Bates stomped over and plunged both hands into her hair. “Break’s over, cracka!” she explained while yanking Jacobs to her knees. “Time to get back to havin’ your ass kicked!” But in this case it was the ass that did the kicking, unfortunately for the champion, it belonged to the challenger. Using the hair-hold to keep her foe in place, Bates cocked a hip and thrust it forward to drive her meaty flank into the Californian’s face. Jenny got her hands up and tried to keep the Nubian Nightmare away but she might as well have been using feathers to hold off a wrecking ball. LaKeisha ‘Butt Punched’ her prey half a dozen times before forcing the wobbly woman to stand. Keeping her doubled over, Bates waggled her devastating rump, then jerked Jacobs forward even as she swung in for a thunderous Hip Check knocked Jenny flat on her back as effectively as any Super Kick or European Uppercut.
ATOMIC HIP STRIKE @ 00:22
www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-kzzpbMi-E&feature=player_embedded
Positively gloating now, LK strutted around the demolished blonde, stopped directly above her head and placed an arrogant boot atop Jenny’s fluttering chest. Hands on her hips, LaKeisha mouthed the count along with everyone else in the FAWN arena…
ONE…
TWO…
Jenny slapped the encroaching boot aside and sat up with a full second to spare. “Stupid, white bread, really stupid.” the brunette spat. “I offered you mercy and you spit in my face. Now I’m gonna sit on yours and I’m not gonna stop until you’re screaming for mercy.”
No intelligible response from the defiant little tramp so Bates snatched a wrist in both hands and hauled her to boot leather. A pair of quick tugs led to a pair of equally quick Kneelifts, thus ensuring the blonde was still plenty short of breath when LaKeisha stepped away and flung her toward the far corner with an Irish Whip. Jenny made the trip easily enough but oxygen deprivation caught up with her when she BWUUUNGED back-first into the buckles and she dropped onto her butt with a muted thud.
“Go on, LK!” Kendra purred from somewhere close by. “Spread that ugly little button nose all over her face!”
That sounded like good advice to the other half of Booty Shock so she charged the downed battler flat out and hurled herself into a low somersault when she BWUUUUNG! Jacobs twisted out onto the apron at the last possible second, leaving her startled adversary to smash ‘dat ass’ into the bottom turnbuckle. Groaning as she crumpled in on herself in a painful Matchbook, LK put her feet on the underside of the middle rope and used it to push herself into a gingerly backward tumble. With one hand on the mat and the other on her aching posterior, the former World Champion took a deep breath and muttered, “Dumbass, cracka. Don’t know enough to recognize the inevitable when she sees OOOOWWWWW!”
Jenny’d taken the long way around to return to the ring all so she could approach on her opponent’s six. This tactic proved most fruitful as it allowed her to plant on her left foot and THWHACK the right across Bates’ vaunted rump. LaKeisha recovered fast, unfortunately not fast enough to keep the blonde from striking her buns with two more Soccer Kicks. Practically insensate with rage, the Nubian Nightmare swung a knockout Haymaker as soon as she was vertical but Jacobs saw it coming a mile away and she swung beneath the blow with time to spare. Tempted though she was to keep kicking away at Bates’ glutes, Jenny had another plan for her opponent’s favorite weapon which was why she snatched a handful of golden waistband and yanked the taller woman into a Forearm Smash that TWHAPPED against her lower back.
LaKeisha’s hands flew to shoulder level to grasp at nothing, allowing the Innovator all the time she needed to slap on a half Waistlock and brace her other hand behind Bates’ left knee. Working her head under LK’s left arm, Jacobs muscled the challenger all the way up onto the ball of her shoulder, then took a few steps forward and went down on one knee. There was a heavy THWHUMP as bum met knee and the Texan stood up ramrod straight to match the jolt running along her spine. Suddenly quite eager to be free of the resurgent blonde, the Queen of Fort Worth baby-stepped off Jenny’s knee only to let loose with a particularly vile curse when the NoCal Sensation drew her back to square one. “Bytch,” LaKeisha threw an elbow over one shoulder and grew all the angrier when Jacobs slipped it, “####in’ let me go before I WHOOOAAAAHH!” Jenny hoisted the brunette onto her shoulder for the second time in as many minutes but rather than drop to her knee a second time she took several loping steps before she slung Bates forward and down into a sort of freefall Atomic Drop that ended with THWHAM!
Kendra couldn’t help cringe when her partner’s butt-first collision ripped a loud shriek from the challenger. Even then the one-time founder of Dangerous Curves was quick to make it to verticality, an impressive feat considering both hands seemed joined to her compacted tush. Not above taking out someone who’s hands were full, Jenny closed in quick, planted a Toe Kick in LaKeisha’s gut and slapped on a Front Facelock. Just like that she kicked both feet forward and laid out on her back to PLANT the taller woman’s skull in the canvas with a brutal DDT. LK’s head snapped up and the rest of her soon followed in an oblivious barrel roll that left her facedown several feet away.
DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ZeMCZZHFgk&feature=player_embedded
Jacobs scouted Bates’ position in the ring and decided she’d burn too much time going for the cover. Instead she got to her feet and made straight for a corner well clear of Kendra’s influence but more than close enough to deliver the big hurts to LK. Dipping out onto the apron and ascending the buckles in a single oft-practiced movement, Jenny stood tall with a pair of ‘J’s’ hoisted overhead. This brought identical salutes from the Jacobites and a pair of identical middle fingers from LaRue, not that LaKeisha saw any of them. She was still facedown clutching the back of her head and stayed that way until Jenny dove out into the aether and pulled herself into a tight ‘C’ in mid-air. Stretching out nice and taut the instant thereafter, Jenny cocked her right elbow back level with her ear and TWHAMMED the tip of it deep into the meat of her opponent’s left buttock.
BOSOU ELBOW @ 00:38
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TY-p95ALHyk&feature=player_embedded
LaKeisha shuddered like she’d been touched with a cattle-prod, then curled up and tried to roll to the safety of the bottom rope. But it was not to be as the Innovator caught her with yet another attack on the derriere, this time a Double Axehandle that stopped the brunette’s progress dead. Shoveling Bates over onto her back, Jenny moved to her boots, took one in each hand and got to her feet. “Now that I’ve softened up your fat ass,” Jacobs chided as she tucked LK’s left shin across the pit of her right knee to create the infamous ‘4’, “it’ll make the perfect seat while I’m breaking you in the EERRGGGHH! HAIR! GET HER OFFA MY HAIR, REF!”
Merle was already on the case, problem was the challenger was in no mood to take orders from any member of The Man’s army, even one who could potentially end her bid for championship gold in a disqualification. Tugging on Jacobs’s hair like it was going out of style, Bates kept at it until she was able to wrench her left leg loose of the champ’s knot. Then she pulled her knees in as close as she could, stuffed her feet into the pit of white bread’s tummy and pistoned her legs forward. Given her ‘Rumpshakah’ nickname and finisher it was understandable that LaKeisha’s booty got the lion’s share of attention but her gams were worthy of equal praise, as Jenny discovered when they sent her backpedaling into the ropes on the other side of the ring.
Pleased to find herself still vertical following such a powerful escape, Jacobs pushed off the strands and almost went down flat on her face when Kendra snatched one ankle. Rounding on the other half of Booty Shock, Jenny fixed her with a steely glare and jabbed index finger. “That’s TWO, fat ass.” she explained. “Make it three and you’re not going to like what happens.”
“You want a shot at me, scrawny?” Kendra taunted. “Then step out here and--” the Siren backed off quick when Jenny flicked a snappy kick within two inches of her nose.
Keeping an eye on LaRue long enough to make sure she wouldn’t try anything else, Jacobs swung around and doubled over in breathless anguish when LaKeisha buried a Toe Kick in her navel. “Big mistake, white bread.” Bates snagged a double handful of hair and reeled the champ’s skull between her thighs for a painful Standing Headscissors. “I know my girl’s workin’ that ol’ wicked magic, but she ain’t your problem tonight. This, THIS is your problem tonight!” Fingers curled into hooks, LK slipped them into the leg holes of Jenny’s indigo bottoms and yaaaaaaaaaaaaanked them up in a hellacious wedgie. Aside from the obvious pain delivered to clefts fore and aft, the wedgie also served to hoist the Innovator off her feet for THWHUNK! LaKeisha wedgie-lifted her victim the tiniest bit beyond forty-five degrees, then she kicked her legs forward and sat out, thus planting the smaller woman with a brutally emphatic Piledriver. Jenny stuck up like a tent-peg for a second or so, then her muscles caught up with the impact and she tumbled / slopped onto her side in woozy slow motion.
PULLING PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CyB5Bap9Fuk&feature=player_embedded
“Yeah, that’s right ‘Keesh!” Kendra said of this latest swing in momentum. “Put some more ass to that greasy-faced little bimbo!”
That sounded fine as paint to the Booty Queen, so she plunged a hand into Jenny’s hair and got to her feet. Tugging just hard enough to force the blonde to all fours, Bates led her over to Kendra’s section of ropes and laid her throat-first across the middle. “Damn, these heat and these idiots must be gettin’ to me.” LK fanned herself with one hand to emphasize her point. “I gotta sit down for a little, take a load off, ya know what I’m sayin’?”
LaRue did, yet she still found herself quite delighted when the brunette swung around and sat down, the heavy medicine ball curve of her domineering ass pressed heavily into the back of Jenny’s head, which in turn throttled the champ against the rubber-coated steel. Far too bright to mistake Jenny’s sudden kicking and thrashing for anything other than what is was, the ref was quick to inform Bates of her infraction. “Damn, you come off like a real whiny bytch for someone who’s supposed to be in charge of this joint.” LaKeisha grumbled, cleverly engaging the ref while making no move to vacate her illicit perch.
Merle however was not so easily deceived. “Call it whatever you want LaKeisha, I call it enforcing the rules and you WILL abide by them. So get off her neck now and by the way, if Kendra so much as breathes in Jenny’s direction I’ll disqualify you on the spot. Understood?”
The Queen of Fort Worth settled down a little harder, forcing the already flailing blonde to carry even more of her hundred and thirty plus pounds. Finally she pushed up off the champion and went nose to nose with the referee. “Ratchet ass punk,” she growled, “I can smell The Man all over you. How long ‘til you try to screw me out of this title?”
“You’re doing a pretty good job talking yourself out of it at the moment. Maybe you should worry more about Jenny.”
Bates almost hauled off and decked him one but somehow she knew the skinny little drink of water would hold up just long enough to call for the bell and she wasn’t about to let that happen. “I don’t worry ‘bout no punk ass peroxide bytch like this.” She wheeled around, buried a hand in Jacobs’s hair and jerked her to verticality. “You though, you gonna worry about her plenty. You and the EMT’s both.”
Dismissing the official with a finger snap less than half an inch from the tip of his nose, the Nubian Nightmare marched her prey to the middle of the ring and walked her right into a ‘ooofffhing’ Kneelift to the tummy which made it all the easier for LaKeisha to hook on a Front Facelock. Once that was done the rest fell into place in a matter of heartbeats, Jenny’s near arm was slung over the challenger’s shoulders and Bates helped herself to another possessive handful of Innovative briefs. Then she dipped her knees and hoisted the smaller woman into place directly over her head. Lest anyone forget the strength Bates packed away alongside all that ‘tude, she planted her feet and held the champ aloft, letting all the blood rush to her head. Of course this was LaKeisha Bates so she HAD to show off a little, which was why she waggled that dangerous rump a few times before laying out flat on her back. Jenny made the trip too although her descent was far more vertical and infinitely more painful as it ended with the crown of her skull THWHUNKING against the canvas.
BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=FlVCLMd5MKg
The NoCal Sensation flopped out in a glassy-eyed spread eagle and now Bates was all business, the domineering brunette wasting little time in securing the Crossbody and a hard cradle on the far leg. For someone who was supposed to be an enemy agent, Merle was in perfect position to swoop in and count the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Jenny fought loose of the predicament with just enough force to earn her a ringing Overhand SLAP from the cinnamon-skinned battler. “All right, all right, you tough enough to get dropped on your head a few times, that don’t make you a champion though. A champion guts it out, she keeps fightin’ when times get rough. You? White bread, you gonna cry when I get my hooks into you.”
Jenny’s answer came in the form of a weary shove. Defiant to be sure, but not nearly enough to keep Bates from pounding her across the chest with a heavy Forearm. Her fingers sought Jenny’s hair once more and soon both ladies were on their feet with LK nuzzled in tight against Jacobs’s back. In her weakened state the hair-hold was more than enough to keep Jenny in place, at least until the Texan slipped her right leg over the Californian’s right thigh. Extremely familiar with the Hammerlock thanks to myriad torture tests with Autumn, Jenny balled her left hand into a fist and jabbed her elbow backward. There was a jolt and a grunt as she caught LaKeisha in the sternum not once, but twice. Stiff though they might’ve been, Bates wasn’t about to release her foe so easily and it was that tenacity that forced the NoCal Sensation to bring up her left foot and STAMP down on the challenger’s toes.
“OWWWW!” LK shouted as the blonde ground her wheel into the mat. “OK cracka, you don’t wanna get stretched?” Bates snarled. “I’ll drive your bony ass straight through the ring!”
Palming opposing ears, LaKeisha yanked Jenny’s head back and snapped her own forward to drive a nasty Headbutt into the base of Jacobs’s neck. That quieted Jenny’s resistance enough for the brunette to abandon the partial Abdominal Stretch for complete Full Nelson which she promptly put to good use by shaking the champion like a rag-doll. After she was satisfied she’d wrung all the sass out of her little blonde toy, Bates sank into a deep squat thrust then popped up on her tip-toes. Jacobs was torn from her moorings, sturdy legs flying up so high the tips of her toes were a few inches above her head. LaKeisha sat out at the apex of this lift and landed in relative comfort on her tush whereas poor Jenny was THWHAMMED down full force on her defenseless tailbone. The impact of it broke the Full Nelson for a moment, but Bates clamped it back on before the blonde could slide away.
FULL NELSON BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=cGiS_5iSphA
Rather than apply a Scissors or transition into a cover, the Nubian Nightmare got to her feet and forced Jenny to do the same. “THIS LILY BYTCH ALREADY GOT A FLAT ASS,” she shouted to the sold-out crowd. “NOW SHE GONNA HAVE A BROKEN ONE TOO!”
The Jacobites dismissed this as a blatant falsehood and yet Bates added all the more veracity to her claim by muscling their heroine up and THWHUMPING her down with the second Full Nelson Bomb in less than a minute. No breaking the Full Nelson this go-round as Jacobs’s shuddering was far more subdued even though the impact hadn’t lessened in the slightest. “You got her now, Keesh!” Kendra exclaimed from the outside while the other half of Booty Shock dragged the rump sprung champ to her feet in search of a trifecta.
Turning so she was facing her partner, LK ground her hips against Jenny’s stinging glutes and taunted, “Yeah, girl that’s nice and flat. Almost as flat as your shoulders ‘bout to be.” The last liftoff in the series was just as emphatic as the two that proceeded it, but the Innovator’s legs didn’t fly forward as they were supposed to. Instead they shot back and Jenny hooked her ankles over the challenger’s thick thighs. Provided with a suitably strong base, Jenny snapped the back of her head into Bates’ nose then wrenched forward out of the Nelson and tumbled between the taller woman’s legs. LK was yanked along for the ride and it wasn’t a pleasant one, as she THWHUMPED down on her face, chest and belly while Jacobs landed easily (or as easily as she could, given the circumstances) on her tush. Genuinely stunned by the Jenny’s ability to spin offense from absolutely nothing, Kendra LaRue didn’t shout for her friend to get up until Merle was deep into a count of…
OUTTA THIN AIR @ 2:00
www.youtube.com/watch?v=My6Fqj1IUZ4&feature=player_embedded
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
LaKeisha kicked free and regained her feet quickly in spite of the fact that one hand was pressed tight against her aching mug. She beat Jenny to a vertical base by a step or two and she celebrated by driving a Toe Kick deep into the pit of her stomach. Snatching a wrist in both hands, the infuriated brunette flicked a glance at the Siren to make sure they were on the same page. Kendra nodded and casually turned her back to the apron, which allowed plenty of plausible deniability for the impending accident. Insurance policy in place, Bates jerked Jenny into a wicked Kneelift, shouldered her away, then dropped a hip and sent her hurtling toward the ropes with NO!
It wasn’t anyone’s idea of Innovation but reversing an Irish Whip was still damned effective even if Jenny didn’t quite grasp the importance of what she’d done for another few heartbeats. LaKeisha’s instincts took over immediately and she twisted around mid-stride to make sure she hit the ropes at a dead run. In that she was entirely successful, alas the trap was still set and it didn’t care who it caught. Elbow resting casually on the apron, Kendra reached back, hooked the unseen ankle and gave it a sharp tug. The Rumpshakah cursed, pitched forward and almost lost her balance before steadying out. “GODDAMN, GIRL!” she shouted, “PAY SOME ####IN’ ATTENTION NEXT--”
THWHACK!
SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2xrOcQLhrdU&feature=player_embedded
Jenny turned, sprang and unleashed a Super Kick that saw her plant one foot on the canvas and the other squarely on Bates’ chin at the exact same time. LK tottered backward, hit the ropes and stumbled out on trembling legs. Left to her own devices she certainly would’ve gone down after a few more steps, but Jacobs stood between her and that fate and the NoCal Sensation had other ideas. Already slightly crouched after the Super Kick, Jenny hooked her right arm across LaKeisha’s chest and straightened up so the Booty Queen’s right arm rested atop her shoulder. Moving too fast to flash the ‘J’, Jacobs launched the both of them into a gorgeous back-flip, one that culminated in the blonde laid out on her stomach and Bates THAWHAMMED spine-first into the canvas.
JENNY-CIDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=uElA3nbcLX8
Already pale following the disastrous miscue, Kendra LaRue pounded a fist against the apron and shrieked for her partner to fight loose of Jenny’s weary Crossbody before the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Jenny tossed LaKeisha’s leg aside, rocked back on her haunches and threw a pair of J’s to the sky all while the bell CLANGED her victory. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer bellowed over the rejoicing Jacobites, “your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Intercontinental Champion, JENNY JACOBS!”
On her feet after a few more seconds, the exhausted blonde let Merle raise one hand but she kept her attention focused on the nearest camera. “I’m just gonna come out and say it.” she panted. “Pound for pound I am the very best FAWN has to UUNNGGH!”
Kendra caromed a huge Forearm Smash against the back of her neck, then piled on several more when Jenny collapsed to her knees. “You’re a ####ing fluke!” the Siren sneered at the penitent battler. “You aren’t fit to lick the sweat off our asses, but I think you’ll do the honors just the same!” Stamping around to Jacobs’s noggin, LaRue pulled her into a massive Standing Headscissors and wrapped her arms around opposing waist just as soon as she’d shoved Merle on his ass. “No one messes with Booty Shock.” Kendra hissed. “Especially not a scrawny piece of--”
The lights went out all over. Any relief the FAWNatics might have felt over such a development was washed away the instant the speakers launched into the hymn announcing another Midnight Mass.
HYMN OF ETERNAL MIDNIGHT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=orFr2tlXz0Y&feature=player_embedded
Ten seconds later the lights winked on and the music winked off. Kendra and Jenny hadn’t changed their positions but now they found themselves amidst the Church of Eternal Midnight. The blonde girl in the paisley dress and Maleficent mask dipped her head in greeting to Kendra LaRue. “Your efforts tonight were stellar, Siren. As a reward you may take your partner and leave. Should you choose to stay and contest our claim to that one,” she pointed a finger at the curve of Jacobs’ back, “it will end… badly.
Kendra looked left, then looked right and wasn’t surprised to see the Evil Queen and the Queen of Hearts a few feet off each shoulder. Gripped by a sudden burst of charity, the callipygian brunette raised her hands and relinquished the Headscissors. “I don’t think I’d feel right interfering in matters of faith, ladies. She’s all yours.”
True to Maleficent’s word, the Churchgoers didn’t lay a hand on Kendra as she helped a knock-kneed, wobby butted LaKeisha from the squared circle. When they were alone with their prey the Queens closed in fast, each hooking an arm to haul Jacobs to boot leather. Maleficent stepped forward, put a hand under the other blonde’s chin and tipped her head back so they could lock eyes. “You doubted our resolve and so we were obliged to come.” she murmured to the Innovator. “Now that you’ve summoned us, do you have any last words before we consign you to the outer darkness, Jenny Jacobs?”
Jenny responded with a ferocious smile, absolutely not the expression you’d expect from someone in the clutches of three very dangerous women. “You’re damned right I do. Gotcha, bytches.”
CALLIOPE:
EVE CHOLDSTONE:
The FAWNatics exploded in surprised delight when a pair of brunettes vaulted over the guardrail on opposite sides of the ring and dove under the bottom rope. Eve Choldstone and Calliope hit the Queens full speed, the former taking Hearts down with a huge Spear while the latter flattened Evil with an infuriated Lou Thesz Press. Seemingly not at all put out by this abrupt reversal of fortune, Maleficent charged Jenny and let out a startled little shriek when the IC champ dipped low and slammed a shoulder into her belly. Hands planted against her foe’s thighs. Jenny stood up fast and hurled the masked menace clear over the top rope with a Back Body Drop that-- Maleficent caught the top rope in mid-air and pulled herself down into an awkward landing on the apron. Jacobs was quick to charge so the other blonde dropped off and backed up, hoping to draw Jacobs out onto the floor.
Jenny wouldn’t be baited though, instead she crowded close to the ropes and shouted, “COME ON BACK IN, BABY! THIS SERVICE IS OPEN TO EVERYONE!”
Nearby Eve grappled furiously with the Queen of Hearts, who was putting up the sort of ferocious resistance not found in chicks wearing tiny black cocktail dresses. Several seconds on she finally pinned the blonde’s wrists down, then pinned a Kneelift deep in the pit of her stomach. “There now,” Choldstone purred as she bundled the Churchgoers wrists together, “let’s see what Jungle wash-out is hiding under here.” Eve tore the mask loose and actually blinked when she saw who’d been terrorizing the fed these last few months. “You gotta be ####ing kidding me.” she muttered. “When did you get so touFEERRRGGGGGHHHH!”
Tiffany Mayes SLAMMED a Kneelift of her own between Eve’s thighs and scrambled / slid under the bottom rope when the black-hearted brunette toppled onto her side. Calliope, who’d been waging a similar war with the Evil Queen, looked over the instant she heard Eve cry out.
TIFFANY MAYES:
“You ok, Eve? What’s the trick ‘r treater do to AAARRRGGGGGGHHHH!”
Evil lifted the mask of her own volition and ‘pfwooooooooshed’ a cloud of arterial red into Cali’s face. That sent the One Woman Freak Show tumbling onto her back so the lithesome brunette slid out of the squared circle and joined the other Churchgoers on the outside.
“Looks like the curtain came up a little earlier than intended.” Adelaide Brewster murmured once she’d licked a bit of red off her bottom lip. “My apologies for that.”
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
“No apologies necessary my friend. We always knew the beasts of the field would rise in protest of our peaceable kingdom. Now that that day has finally come, I feel a great weight has been lifted.”
“Can we take them out now?” Tiffany said softly. “The freaks are crippled and the whore is running on fumes. We could easily feed all three to the Dar--”
“WATCH YOUR MOUTH, SCHOOLGIRL!” Jenny bellowed from the nearest corner. “YOU WANT ME? COME ON IN HERE AND GET ME!”
Mayes lunged but pulled back when Maleficent snatched a handful of hair. “Easy, Tiffany. Her end will not be so quick… or merciful.”
Jacobs growled low in the back of her throat, but made no move to head outside while the Frighteners were still recovering. Instead she zeroed in on Maleficent. “That’s two losers revealed to the world. Want to make it three, bytch?”
Maleficent regarded her for a long time. Then she nodded. “Masks off, then. No more distractions.” She gripped the mask and pulled it back just as Choldstone and Calliope joined Jenny at the ropes.
“Of course.” Eve grunted when she saw Mal’s true face. “You always did have a way with the lost ones, didn’t you?”
Miranda Wainright smiled beatifically. “None of us is lost, Evelyn. We’ve all found our way to the Darkness. The three of you will find it too. The question is, will it be of your own accord… or will you be offered up like so much bleeding meat?”
MIRANDA WAINRIGHT:
It was Jenny who answered. “You’ll find out when we find you, bytch.”
“Still your tongue, whore.” Adelaide cooed. “Or I’ll tear it out of--”
“Wrong target, poseur.” Brewster’s attention was drawn not to Calliope, but the coldly calculated tones of Candice Akeley. “You spit in my face. That means no one will argue when I peel yours off.”
“You don’t scare me, freak. Bring as many personalities as you want, I’ll submit them all.”
Jenny and the Frighteners started through the ropes and this time Miranda didn’t hold her friends in check. But before the dueling trios could come to blows a whole phalanx of referees burst from backstage and swarmed between them. “No need for that, gentlemen. We were just leaving.” Though Miranda’s words were for the officials, her eyes never left Jenny, Eve and Calliope. “As for our new friends, we’ll catch up with them soon enough. Every tick of the clock brings us that much closer to a beautiful reunion. Because as much as they hate to admit it, Midnight comes for one and all.”
“Midnight comes for one and all.” Tiffany and Adelaide repeated.
The lights went out again and when they returned the Church was gone, save for their discarded masks.
“So a Schoolgirl, a Vampire and a Zealot started a Church.” Eve said to no one in particular. “Can’t say I saw that coming.”
“She’s not a vampire,” Calliope said testily, “and I’ll prove it. Sparkles is mine, Eve.”
“I’m not calling dibs because I want a piece of them all.” Jenny added. “Big pieces. The kind that scream.”
Eve and Calliope exchanged a surprised glance. “Well look at you, all dressed up in evil sister’s clothes.” Choldstone joked. “Don’t worry, you’ll get all the pieces you want. Just do yourself a favour and don’t get in our way once the blood starts to flow.”
“Get in the way? I wouldn’t dream of it. Might join in though. Been a while since I’ve been to a good bloodletting.”
LAKEISHA BATES:
If ‘appropriate respect’ means a deafening torrent of boos and jeers, then the FAWNatics did exactly as they’re told when Bubba Sparxxx’s “Ms New Booty” pumped over the loudspeakers. LaKeisha Bates burst through the curtains and the swell of noise only increased as she spread her arms and legs in wide 'V's and slapped her hands together at her crotch. Her hands moved to her hips where she indignantly viewed the crowd, all members of 'The Man's Army’.
Bates stood clad in gold bikini bottoms with a thick black edging and a matching bandeau top with similar thick black edging. The letters LK were inscribed across the top in flowing, black-glitter script. Around her waist was a thick black belt--for lack of a better term--that split into a diamond shape around the front to frame her navel in the center of the shape. Top, belt and bottoms were connected by a pair of heavy black rings -- a third and final ring connected the top to a black choker around her throat. Inscribed across the back of her briefs was 'RUMPSHAKA' in the same flowing black script that graced her bosom. The look was completed with flat black boots and pads, the boots stenciled with LK in gold script.
She was not alone.
KENDRA LARUE:
The crowd’s derision grew all the louder when the curtains parted a second time and the other half of FAWN’s most bootyful tag team strode into view. LaRue MORE than ably fills out her black fightin’ bikini, Kendra’s body every bit as ready for primetime as her resume would suggest. Of course, it’s impossible for eyes NOT to be drawn to LaRue’s backside, where the word “Siren” was scrawled in flowing pink script. Her ensemble was completed by white pads and boots. Kendra and LaKeisha then raised their hands above their heads, slapping off a pair of high fives before turning and sashaying their way to the ring.
The former Queen of the Jungle and the former World and Tag Team Champion eventually reached ringside, the Siren ascending the staircase first. Kendra then took a seat on the middle rope, pushing the top strand up to afford the Nubian Queen entry. “Please,” LaRue grinned. “Age before beauty.”
If anyone else had said that to Bates, they would likely have ended up getting a slap upside the head. But it’s almost immediately clear that these two knew each other and trust each other well enough to deliver the occasional playful jab. Hardly surprising, really, when you consider the familial ties--both biological and figurative--that connect the Siren to LaKeisha’s former championship partner, Holly Hotbody. Sliding through the ropes, the Nubian Queen took her own seat on the middle cable--and when Kendra started to pull herself the rest of the way through, Bates sent a playful 'SWAP!’ to the Siren’s well-upholstered tush.
Once LaKeisha took a pre-victory lap and Kendra had been shooed from the ring, the Announcer raised his mic a second time, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Antonio Bay, California, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred twenty seven pounds. She is the NoCal Sensation and the reigning and defending FAWN Intercontinental Champion… JENNY JACOBS!”
Cowboy Mouth ripped through the speakers and spurred the Jacobites to stand just before as their leader burst through the curtain. “MY NAME IS JENNY JACOBS!” the champ bellowed from beneath a pair of raised J’s. “AND DAT ASS?” she pointed straight at LaKeisha. “IS ABOUT TO BE A FLAT ASS!”
JENNY JACOBS:
Cheers from all corners as the beautiful blonde heartstopper started toward the squared circle. Tonight Jenny wore her usual star-spattered indigo bikini bottoms with matching halter style top that featured a star-shaped clasp nestled between the cups. Her boots and pads were as white as ever and her hair hung in a sleek golden bob that fell to just below her ears. Near the corners at the foot of the ramp, she paused in front of a sign that said:
HOW MANY WAYS ARE THERE TO SPANK AN ASS?
8,675,309 WAYS!
Jenny sucked in a theatrical cringe and said, “There are actually more, but I didn’t want that to get out. Thought it might sound like bragging.” Then she smiled, threw the sign-waver a pair of J’s and broke into a sprinting dive that took her clean under the bottom rope.
On her feet in an instant, the IC champ plucked the belt from around her waist and handed it to the official. “LaKeisha can look at it if she wants, but don’t let her or especially Kendra touch it. I’m afraid she might press it into her ass to make a copy like Silly Putty on newsprint. Then I’d have to melt the belt down and no one wants that.”
“What’d you say about me, skank?” LaRue bellowed from the outside.
“I said keep your fat ass offa my belt.” Jenny turned to LaKeisha and winked. “As for you, keep your fat ass off my boot. Or should I say, TRY to keep your fat ass off my boot.” Bates only flipped her the bird so Jacobs backed into her corner and offered her wrists and ankles to the ref when he approached for final inspection.
When the bell CLANGED Jenny was out of her corner fast, she didn’t want to run the risk of finding herself crushed by one of Bates’ fearsome opening blitzkriegs. The champ needn’t have worried, LaKeisha was still in quiet conversation with Kendra, both of them smirking and occasionally laughing over what they no doubt intended for Jacobs. Unable to resist poking a bear (or anything else for that matter) with a stick, Jenny cleared her throat rather loudly, then called out, “So uuuhhh… where is he, LK?”
Bates pulled her eyes away from Kendra with an irritated little moue on her lips. “Who you talkin’ bout, white bread?”
Jenny looked over the challenger’s corner to see if she could find this missing ‘he’, but still came up dry. “The Man. You know, that one who’s supposed to be holding you down. I don’t see him hanging around tonight, unless, wait… is The Man what you nicknamed that anchor of an ass?”
LaKeisha’s eyes narrowed to wicked slits. “What was that, bytch?”
“I asked if that sack of wet mice in your trunks is what’s keeping you in the corner. If it is I can recommend a good gym and if it’s not suck it up and jiggle your way out here.”
The Rumpshakah looked down at Kendra, who was watching the blonde with wide, incredulous eyes. “Does this bytch have a death wish?”
“Either that or she just needs her ugly face scraped off.”
“Or I just want to fight.” Jenny called over to Booty Shock. “So STEP UP, Jiggles!”
“That’s it, cracka. You wanna end this even faster? Get ready to pucker up.”
LaKeisha stomped out of the corner, picking up speed as she closed on the Innovator. Jenny stood her ground even when the challenger raised her talons but when Bates lunged she went low and ‘smacked!’ her foe’s vaunted rump. “Well at least it’s not as soft as it looks.” Jacobs chided as steam poured from LK’s ears. “So did you get cheek implants or--” Bates launched a huge boot at Jacobs’s chin, forcing the blonde to duck to keep her head. Twisting around as the taller woman caught her balance, Jenny snagged hold of LaKeisha’s waistband and yanked ‘em up by a good three or four inches. “####IN’ CRACKA!” the Nubian Nightmare raged as she rounded on the champ. “Sit still and OOOFFFFHHH!”
DROPSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=asE9za5gpkQ
Jacobs leapt, slammed her heels into Bates’ chest and somersaulted back through the air to land neatly on one knee. Staggered for only a moment, LaKeisha charged the recovering battler and fired off a second boot that was just as successful as the first, which was to say not at all. Catching the brunette’s ankle in both hands, Jacobs wrenched LK’s leg back so sharply she went down flat on her face. Still in possession of Bates’ ankle, Jenny tumbled backward into a comfortable seat on the small of her opponent’s back and CRAAAAAAAAAANKED! Balanced on one knee with LaKeisha’s shin tucked snug under her right armpit, the blonde reefed back on the Half Crab hard enough to make the challenger yowl in pain. “What’s the matter, sweet cheeks?” Jenny taunted. “Did’ja spend too much time oiling your buns and forget to condition your legs?” She wrenched the Crab a little more and was rewarded with another round of cursing from the Texan.
ROLLING HALF CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=fHSASf05imc
“You smarmy little whitebread bytch,” LK growled, “I’m gonna make your face disappear into my assSOOOOWW! OH! OH BYTCH, IT’S ON! IT’S ####ING ON!”
Sliding back into a higher mount on Bates’ back, Jacobs flattened her left hand into a paddle and spank-spank-spank-spank-spank-SPANKED those ebon glutes. “What do you say, LaKeisha?” Merle asked when Bates’ right heel got several inches closer to the back of her head. “Do you want me to call for the--”
“I want you to get outta my face, asshole! Now keep your mouth shut while I deal with this honky trash.” Gritting her teeth as Jacobs did terrible things to her leg, Bates gouged her elbows into the mat, pushed up by a few inches and started her way toward the ropes. Jenny didn’t bother to try and stop the jailbreak, instead she doubled down on her foe’s trapped leg and poured on more pressure until LaKeisha shouted, “Ropes, bytch! Step the #### off right now!”
“Well I’ll let your leg go,” Jacobs answered, “but I think I’d rather step on than off.”
Hoisting herself off the challenger a little ways, Jenny hoisted LK’s leg up as high as she could, then THUNKED her knee into the canvas with a makeshift Stump Puller. LaKeisha grunted and tried to roll onto her stomach but Jacobs twisted in a half circle and planted one hand on her foe’s back and the other on opposing thigh. From there she pushed up into a near handstand, then swung down, tucked her knees in and drove them into the curve of Bates’ buttocks. Pushing up immediately after the Knee Drop connected, Jenny turned her back on the prone brunette and threw herself into a gorgeous back flip. No normal Moonsault was this though, she hooked her ankles and pulled back tight to make sure her knees THWHUMPED into LaKeisha’s rump for the second time in as many minutes.
MOONSAULT KNEE DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WhIVFwEkHSs&feature=player_embedded
Sullen and hurting after the blonde’s fast start, Bates shrugged the champ loose and dragged herself under the bottom rope for a breather on the outside. One hand pressed to her assaulted rump, Bates backed off a little ways and pointed an angry finger at the NoCal Sensation. “You’re gonna pay for that, white bread.” she promised. “I’m not just gonna take your title, I’m gonna take your priHEY!”
Jenny sprang over the top rope but instead of diving onto the challenger she landed on the apron, a psych-out that had LaKeisha backed up against the guardrail. Recovering her wits quickly enough, the Rumpshakah dove across the aisle and ate a stubby little back kick to the tits for her trouble. Jenny followed by hopping onto the second strand and launching herself over and back into a gorgeous Asai Moonsault. Startled by the sight of that obnoxious cracker divebombing down on her, Bates raised her hands a second too late, meaning Jacobs smashed into her tummy and shoulder full force. Her proximity to the barrier meant LK didn’t go down but her lower back BWANGED into the steel and she slopped down onto her haunches while Jenny landed in the laps of the first row Jacobites.
ASAI MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sBzdbB5Oubk&feature=player_embedded
“HOW ABOUT THAT?” Jenny bellowed to the FAWNatics once she’d hopped back over the guardrail. “LOOKS LIKE THE BOOTY’S GETTIN’ SHOCKED!”
LaKeisha could only grumble angrily, at least until Jacobs grabbed a double handful of hair, then she offered up a loud shout of protest. Switching one hand to Bates’ distended waistband, Jenny marched her burden across the aisle and slung her under the bottom rope. Back on the apron before LK came to a full stop, Jacobs grabbed the top rope in both hands and sprang to--
Kendra had kept a low profile since the match started but she’d crept toward the action as soon as it’d tumbled to the outside. And when Jenny took to the skies yet again, the Seductress rushed over, snatched an ankle and jerked like she was trying to ring a cathedral bell. Unaware of the trouble until it was upon her, Jacobs didn’t even have a chance to cry out before her chin THWHUNKED into the apron. Savvy enough to know that she couldn’t throw a suddenly boneless blonde under the bottom rope, Kendra turned away from the wreckage and strolled around the nearest corner before either Merle or her partner knew anything was afoot.
Unable to quite wrap her head around how this sawed off piece of white bread was putting it to her so forcefully, Bates forced herself to sit up and promptly shoved the ref away when he tried to check on her. “Keep your damned hands offa me!” she spat. “Just make sure that little lily ass cheater doesn’t try to jump me when I’m down!”
“You don’t have to worry about that, Keesh,” Kendra called from her place outside, “seems poor little Jenny’s got an inner ear infection, her balance is all screwed up!”
LK looked from her partner to the spot where she’d last seen Jacobs and smiled wickedly when she saw Jenny with one arm hooked over the bottom rope and a hand pressed close to her swollen chin. “Oh, you gonna get crushed now, cracka. You gonna get pulverized!”
Finding it much easier to regain her feet now that Jacobs was barely on hers, Bates raced into the ropes at her six to build up an impressive head of steam for her trek across the squared circle. Jenny looked up at the last second but by then it was already too late as the former World Champion dove low and THWHUMPED her boots into the Jacobs’ chest. The Baseball Slide Dropkick sent Jenny backpedaling to the other side of the narrow aisle where she slammed spine-first into the unforgiving steel barrier. Now her legs did give out and she would’ve collapsed had she not draped an arm over the guardrail to steady herself.
Fat lot of good it did her when LaKeisha joined her on the outside and immediately announced her presence with a CRAAACKING Bytch Slap to the blonde’s cheek. “Yeah, some color’s gonna look real good on you, white bread!” The Queen of Fort Worth treated herself to a double handful of hair and jerked her yelping foe clear of its dubious support. “Red I mean. That gold around your pudgy waist is gonna look so much better accessorizing the best ass FAWN has ever seen!”
To punctuate that statement she increased her pace, corralled Jacobs at the neck and shoulder and BWUUUNKED her forehead into the steel ring post. Jenny groaned and her knees finally gave out, leaving the champ to collapse chest first atop the steps leading into the squared circle. Delighted at her sudden, unquestioned control over this overrated piece of garbage, LK leaned a forearm across Jenny’s back to keep her in place while she murmured in her ear. “I could tear your face off right now, bytch, but this queen doesn’t do bloody thrones, so I’m gonna keep that pasty mug nice and pretty until it’s time for my coronation. The rest of you though, it ain’t gonna be so lucky.”
The threat was still reverberating in Jenny’s ear when Bates drew back her free hand and spank-spank-SPANKED blonde backside hard enough to raise instant welts. Jacobs yelped and tried to pull free but LaKeisha smashed a pair of forearms down across her shoulders and smashed a Kneelift into her glutes as well. “Hey LaKeisha, bring it back in the ring! I gave you plenty of time, don’t make me start counting!” Merle demanded from almost directly overhead.
“What’re you gonna do if I don’t Mr. Zebra? You gonna count by twos? Or maybe you just gonna disqualify me for hittin’ this pretty little soldier in the Man’s army a little too hard?!” The ref’s responded by kicking off his count, which earned a sigh of disgust from both members of Booty Shock. “Fine, we’ll get back inside.” she muttered. “But not before I have a little fun first.”
Bates thumped a punch into Jenny’s kidney to make sure she didn’t get any bright ideas, then she buried a hand in the blonde’s hair and started up the steps, forcing the other woman to tag along. Stopping at the top, she slipped an arm through Jacobs’s thighs, threw the other over one shoulder and ‘hupped’ her up over one shoulder. “Most cracka’s crunch!” LK explained to the throngs of booing haters. “This one, she gonna splat!” She tossed Jenny off her shoulder, hurling the IC champ into an arcing near six-foot freefall that ended with her THWHUMPING into the thinly-padded concrete. Jenny’s back arched upon impact but that was about all in terms of reaction as the elevated Body Slam had left her far too breathless to cry or even groan.
Apparently that wasn’t good enough for the Rumpshakah because she immediately dipped her knees and sprang out into the void directly above her prone opposition. Knees raised high, legs kicked out straight, Bates SMASHED down ass-first on Jacobs’s chest and made a point of grrrrrrrrinding her tush back and forth once the blonde’s sputtering subsided. “Where you at on that count now, Mr. Hater Man?” LaKeisha asked Merle without bothering to move from her twitching perch.
‘ELEVEN!’ was her answer and while the brunette loathed obeying any order foisted on her by a representative of The Man, the lure of gold was enough to make her comply for now. So she pushed off the Innovator, collected another handful of hair and scraped her off the floor. “Get your bony, no good ass in there!” she demanded upon stuffing Jacobs under the bottom rope. Desperate to create a little breathing room, Jenny kept right on rolling and managed to shuffle to all fours an instant before Bates drove a mean Double Axehandle between her shoulders.
“You ain’t goin’ nowhere, white bread. Not until you leave on the Rump Shaker train that is, and that right don’t leave without my say so.”
Since that particular ride wasn’t set to leave the station yet, LaKeisha decided to pass the time by hauling Jacobs into a Front Facelock. After that she secured a handful of indigo waistband and muscled the smaller woman all the over her head to high noon. Far more powerful than most tended to realize, Bates shed some light upon their ignorance by keeping Jenny in place for a full five seconds. Point made, she didn’t just drop, rather she tossed the NoCal Sensation down and forward, the defenseless battler barely getting a hand in front of her face before she THWHAMMED down on her chest and belly.
STALLING GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zf6p-Y_R12A&feature=player_embedded
Absolutely sick of not being able to draw a breath, Jenny turned onto one side, curled both arms across her belly and sucked wind as best she could. She managed about three deep breaths before Bates stomped over and plunged both hands into her hair. “Break’s over, cracka!” she explained while yanking Jacobs to her knees. “Time to get back to havin’ your ass kicked!” But in this case it was the ass that did the kicking, unfortunately for the champion, it belonged to the challenger. Using the hair-hold to keep her foe in place, Bates cocked a hip and thrust it forward to drive her meaty flank into the Californian’s face. Jenny got her hands up and tried to keep the Nubian Nightmare away but she might as well have been using feathers to hold off a wrecking ball. LaKeisha ‘Butt Punched’ her prey half a dozen times before forcing the wobbly woman to stand. Keeping her doubled over, Bates waggled her devastating rump, then jerked Jacobs forward even as she swung in for a thunderous Hip Check knocked Jenny flat on her back as effectively as any Super Kick or European Uppercut.
ATOMIC HIP STRIKE @ 00:22
www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-kzzpbMi-E&feature=player_embedded
Positively gloating now, LK strutted around the demolished blonde, stopped directly above her head and placed an arrogant boot atop Jenny’s fluttering chest. Hands on her hips, LaKeisha mouthed the count along with everyone else in the FAWN arena…
ONE…
TWO…
Jenny slapped the encroaching boot aside and sat up with a full second to spare. “Stupid, white bread, really stupid.” the brunette spat. “I offered you mercy and you spit in my face. Now I’m gonna sit on yours and I’m not gonna stop until you’re screaming for mercy.”
No intelligible response from the defiant little tramp so Bates snatched a wrist in both hands and hauled her to boot leather. A pair of quick tugs led to a pair of equally quick Kneelifts, thus ensuring the blonde was still plenty short of breath when LaKeisha stepped away and flung her toward the far corner with an Irish Whip. Jenny made the trip easily enough but oxygen deprivation caught up with her when she BWUUUNGED back-first into the buckles and she dropped onto her butt with a muted thud.
“Go on, LK!” Kendra purred from somewhere close by. “Spread that ugly little button nose all over her face!”
That sounded like good advice to the other half of Booty Shock so she charged the downed battler flat out and hurled herself into a low somersault when she BWUUUUNG! Jacobs twisted out onto the apron at the last possible second, leaving her startled adversary to smash ‘dat ass’ into the bottom turnbuckle. Groaning as she crumpled in on herself in a painful Matchbook, LK put her feet on the underside of the middle rope and used it to push herself into a gingerly backward tumble. With one hand on the mat and the other on her aching posterior, the former World Champion took a deep breath and muttered, “Dumbass, cracka. Don’t know enough to recognize the inevitable when she sees OOOOWWWWW!”
Jenny’d taken the long way around to return to the ring all so she could approach on her opponent’s six. This tactic proved most fruitful as it allowed her to plant on her left foot and THWHACK the right across Bates’ vaunted rump. LaKeisha recovered fast, unfortunately not fast enough to keep the blonde from striking her buns with two more Soccer Kicks. Practically insensate with rage, the Nubian Nightmare swung a knockout Haymaker as soon as she was vertical but Jacobs saw it coming a mile away and she swung beneath the blow with time to spare. Tempted though she was to keep kicking away at Bates’ glutes, Jenny had another plan for her opponent’s favorite weapon which was why she snatched a handful of golden waistband and yanked the taller woman into a Forearm Smash that TWHAPPED against her lower back.
LaKeisha’s hands flew to shoulder level to grasp at nothing, allowing the Innovator all the time she needed to slap on a half Waistlock and brace her other hand behind Bates’ left knee. Working her head under LK’s left arm, Jacobs muscled the challenger all the way up onto the ball of her shoulder, then took a few steps forward and went down on one knee. There was a heavy THWHUMP as bum met knee and the Texan stood up ramrod straight to match the jolt running along her spine. Suddenly quite eager to be free of the resurgent blonde, the Queen of Fort Worth baby-stepped off Jenny’s knee only to let loose with a particularly vile curse when the NoCal Sensation drew her back to square one. “Bytch,” LaKeisha threw an elbow over one shoulder and grew all the angrier when Jacobs slipped it, “####in’ let me go before I WHOOOAAAAHH!” Jenny hoisted the brunette onto her shoulder for the second time in as many minutes but rather than drop to her knee a second time she took several loping steps before she slung Bates forward and down into a sort of freefall Atomic Drop that ended with THWHAM!
Kendra couldn’t help cringe when her partner’s butt-first collision ripped a loud shriek from the challenger. Even then the one-time founder of Dangerous Curves was quick to make it to verticality, an impressive feat considering both hands seemed joined to her compacted tush. Not above taking out someone who’s hands were full, Jenny closed in quick, planted a Toe Kick in LaKeisha’s gut and slapped on a Front Facelock. Just like that she kicked both feet forward and laid out on her back to PLANT the taller woman’s skull in the canvas with a brutal DDT. LK’s head snapped up and the rest of her soon followed in an oblivious barrel roll that left her facedown several feet away.
DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ZeMCZZHFgk&feature=player_embedded
Jacobs scouted Bates’ position in the ring and decided she’d burn too much time going for the cover. Instead she got to her feet and made straight for a corner well clear of Kendra’s influence but more than close enough to deliver the big hurts to LK. Dipping out onto the apron and ascending the buckles in a single oft-practiced movement, Jenny stood tall with a pair of ‘J’s’ hoisted overhead. This brought identical salutes from the Jacobites and a pair of identical middle fingers from LaRue, not that LaKeisha saw any of them. She was still facedown clutching the back of her head and stayed that way until Jenny dove out into the aether and pulled herself into a tight ‘C’ in mid-air. Stretching out nice and taut the instant thereafter, Jenny cocked her right elbow back level with her ear and TWHAMMED the tip of it deep into the meat of her opponent’s left buttock.
BOSOU ELBOW @ 00:38
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TY-p95ALHyk&feature=player_embedded
LaKeisha shuddered like she’d been touched with a cattle-prod, then curled up and tried to roll to the safety of the bottom rope. But it was not to be as the Innovator caught her with yet another attack on the derriere, this time a Double Axehandle that stopped the brunette’s progress dead. Shoveling Bates over onto her back, Jenny moved to her boots, took one in each hand and got to her feet. “Now that I’ve softened up your fat ass,” Jacobs chided as she tucked LK’s left shin across the pit of her right knee to create the infamous ‘4’, “it’ll make the perfect seat while I’m breaking you in the EERRGGGHH! HAIR! GET HER OFFA MY HAIR, REF!”
Merle was already on the case, problem was the challenger was in no mood to take orders from any member of The Man’s army, even one who could potentially end her bid for championship gold in a disqualification. Tugging on Jacobs’s hair like it was going out of style, Bates kept at it until she was able to wrench her left leg loose of the champ’s knot. Then she pulled her knees in as close as she could, stuffed her feet into the pit of white bread’s tummy and pistoned her legs forward. Given her ‘Rumpshakah’ nickname and finisher it was understandable that LaKeisha’s booty got the lion’s share of attention but her gams were worthy of equal praise, as Jenny discovered when they sent her backpedaling into the ropes on the other side of the ring.
Pleased to find herself still vertical following such a powerful escape, Jacobs pushed off the strands and almost went down flat on her face when Kendra snatched one ankle. Rounding on the other half of Booty Shock, Jenny fixed her with a steely glare and jabbed index finger. “That’s TWO, fat ass.” she explained. “Make it three and you’re not going to like what happens.”
“You want a shot at me, scrawny?” Kendra taunted. “Then step out here and--” the Siren backed off quick when Jenny flicked a snappy kick within two inches of her nose.
Keeping an eye on LaRue long enough to make sure she wouldn’t try anything else, Jacobs swung around and doubled over in breathless anguish when LaKeisha buried a Toe Kick in her navel. “Big mistake, white bread.” Bates snagged a double handful of hair and reeled the champ’s skull between her thighs for a painful Standing Headscissors. “I know my girl’s workin’ that ol’ wicked magic, but she ain’t your problem tonight. This, THIS is your problem tonight!” Fingers curled into hooks, LK slipped them into the leg holes of Jenny’s indigo bottoms and yaaaaaaaaaaaaanked them up in a hellacious wedgie. Aside from the obvious pain delivered to clefts fore and aft, the wedgie also served to hoist the Innovator off her feet for THWHUNK! LaKeisha wedgie-lifted her victim the tiniest bit beyond forty-five degrees, then she kicked her legs forward and sat out, thus planting the smaller woman with a brutally emphatic Piledriver. Jenny stuck up like a tent-peg for a second or so, then her muscles caught up with the impact and she tumbled / slopped onto her side in woozy slow motion.
PULLING PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CyB5Bap9Fuk&feature=player_embedded
“Yeah, that’s right ‘Keesh!” Kendra said of this latest swing in momentum. “Put some more ass to that greasy-faced little bimbo!”
That sounded fine as paint to the Booty Queen, so she plunged a hand into Jenny’s hair and got to her feet. Tugging just hard enough to force the blonde to all fours, Bates led her over to Kendra’s section of ropes and laid her throat-first across the middle. “Damn, these heat and these idiots must be gettin’ to me.” LK fanned herself with one hand to emphasize her point. “I gotta sit down for a little, take a load off, ya know what I’m sayin’?”
LaRue did, yet she still found herself quite delighted when the brunette swung around and sat down, the heavy medicine ball curve of her domineering ass pressed heavily into the back of Jenny’s head, which in turn throttled the champ against the rubber-coated steel. Far too bright to mistake Jenny’s sudden kicking and thrashing for anything other than what is was, the ref was quick to inform Bates of her infraction. “Damn, you come off like a real whiny bytch for someone who’s supposed to be in charge of this joint.” LaKeisha grumbled, cleverly engaging the ref while making no move to vacate her illicit perch.
Merle however was not so easily deceived. “Call it whatever you want LaKeisha, I call it enforcing the rules and you WILL abide by them. So get off her neck now and by the way, if Kendra so much as breathes in Jenny’s direction I’ll disqualify you on the spot. Understood?”
The Queen of Fort Worth settled down a little harder, forcing the already flailing blonde to carry even more of her hundred and thirty plus pounds. Finally she pushed up off the champion and went nose to nose with the referee. “Ratchet ass punk,” she growled, “I can smell The Man all over you. How long ‘til you try to screw me out of this title?”
“You’re doing a pretty good job talking yourself out of it at the moment. Maybe you should worry more about Jenny.”
Bates almost hauled off and decked him one but somehow she knew the skinny little drink of water would hold up just long enough to call for the bell and she wasn’t about to let that happen. “I don’t worry ‘bout no punk ass peroxide bytch like this.” She wheeled around, buried a hand in Jacobs’s hair and jerked her to verticality. “You though, you gonna worry about her plenty. You and the EMT’s both.”
Dismissing the official with a finger snap less than half an inch from the tip of his nose, the Nubian Nightmare marched her prey to the middle of the ring and walked her right into a ‘ooofffhing’ Kneelift to the tummy which made it all the easier for LaKeisha to hook on a Front Facelock. Once that was done the rest fell into place in a matter of heartbeats, Jenny’s near arm was slung over the challenger’s shoulders and Bates helped herself to another possessive handful of Innovative briefs. Then she dipped her knees and hoisted the smaller woman into place directly over her head. Lest anyone forget the strength Bates packed away alongside all that ‘tude, she planted her feet and held the champ aloft, letting all the blood rush to her head. Of course this was LaKeisha Bates so she HAD to show off a little, which was why she waggled that dangerous rump a few times before laying out flat on her back. Jenny made the trip too although her descent was far more vertical and infinitely more painful as it ended with the crown of her skull THWHUNKING against the canvas.
BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=FlVCLMd5MKg
The NoCal Sensation flopped out in a glassy-eyed spread eagle and now Bates was all business, the domineering brunette wasting little time in securing the Crossbody and a hard cradle on the far leg. For someone who was supposed to be an enemy agent, Merle was in perfect position to swoop in and count the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Jenny fought loose of the predicament with just enough force to earn her a ringing Overhand SLAP from the cinnamon-skinned battler. “All right, all right, you tough enough to get dropped on your head a few times, that don’t make you a champion though. A champion guts it out, she keeps fightin’ when times get rough. You? White bread, you gonna cry when I get my hooks into you.”
Jenny’s answer came in the form of a weary shove. Defiant to be sure, but not nearly enough to keep Bates from pounding her across the chest with a heavy Forearm. Her fingers sought Jenny’s hair once more and soon both ladies were on their feet with LK nuzzled in tight against Jacobs’s back. In her weakened state the hair-hold was more than enough to keep Jenny in place, at least until the Texan slipped her right leg over the Californian’s right thigh. Extremely familiar with the Hammerlock thanks to myriad torture tests with Autumn, Jenny balled her left hand into a fist and jabbed her elbow backward. There was a jolt and a grunt as she caught LaKeisha in the sternum not once, but twice. Stiff though they might’ve been, Bates wasn’t about to release her foe so easily and it was that tenacity that forced the NoCal Sensation to bring up her left foot and STAMP down on the challenger’s toes.
“OWWWW!” LK shouted as the blonde ground her wheel into the mat. “OK cracka, you don’t wanna get stretched?” Bates snarled. “I’ll drive your bony ass straight through the ring!”
Palming opposing ears, LaKeisha yanked Jenny’s head back and snapped her own forward to drive a nasty Headbutt into the base of Jacobs’s neck. That quieted Jenny’s resistance enough for the brunette to abandon the partial Abdominal Stretch for complete Full Nelson which she promptly put to good use by shaking the champion like a rag-doll. After she was satisfied she’d wrung all the sass out of her little blonde toy, Bates sank into a deep squat thrust then popped up on her tip-toes. Jacobs was torn from her moorings, sturdy legs flying up so high the tips of her toes were a few inches above her head. LaKeisha sat out at the apex of this lift and landed in relative comfort on her tush whereas poor Jenny was THWHAMMED down full force on her defenseless tailbone. The impact of it broke the Full Nelson for a moment, but Bates clamped it back on before the blonde could slide away.
FULL NELSON BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=cGiS_5iSphA
Rather than apply a Scissors or transition into a cover, the Nubian Nightmare got to her feet and forced Jenny to do the same. “THIS LILY BYTCH ALREADY GOT A FLAT ASS,” she shouted to the sold-out crowd. “NOW SHE GONNA HAVE A BROKEN ONE TOO!”
The Jacobites dismissed this as a blatant falsehood and yet Bates added all the more veracity to her claim by muscling their heroine up and THWHUMPING her down with the second Full Nelson Bomb in less than a minute. No breaking the Full Nelson this go-round as Jacobs’s shuddering was far more subdued even though the impact hadn’t lessened in the slightest. “You got her now, Keesh!” Kendra exclaimed from the outside while the other half of Booty Shock dragged the rump sprung champ to her feet in search of a trifecta.
Turning so she was facing her partner, LK ground her hips against Jenny’s stinging glutes and taunted, “Yeah, girl that’s nice and flat. Almost as flat as your shoulders ‘bout to be.” The last liftoff in the series was just as emphatic as the two that proceeded it, but the Innovator’s legs didn’t fly forward as they were supposed to. Instead they shot back and Jenny hooked her ankles over the challenger’s thick thighs. Provided with a suitably strong base, Jenny snapped the back of her head into Bates’ nose then wrenched forward out of the Nelson and tumbled between the taller woman’s legs. LK was yanked along for the ride and it wasn’t a pleasant one, as she THWHUMPED down on her face, chest and belly while Jacobs landed easily (or as easily as she could, given the circumstances) on her tush. Genuinely stunned by the Jenny’s ability to spin offense from absolutely nothing, Kendra LaRue didn’t shout for her friend to get up until Merle was deep into a count of…
OUTTA THIN AIR @ 2:00
www.youtube.com/watch?v=My6Fqj1IUZ4&feature=player_embedded
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
LaKeisha kicked free and regained her feet quickly in spite of the fact that one hand was pressed tight against her aching mug. She beat Jenny to a vertical base by a step or two and she celebrated by driving a Toe Kick deep into the pit of her stomach. Snatching a wrist in both hands, the infuriated brunette flicked a glance at the Siren to make sure they were on the same page. Kendra nodded and casually turned her back to the apron, which allowed plenty of plausible deniability for the impending accident. Insurance policy in place, Bates jerked Jenny into a wicked Kneelift, shouldered her away, then dropped a hip and sent her hurtling toward the ropes with NO!
It wasn’t anyone’s idea of Innovation but reversing an Irish Whip was still damned effective even if Jenny didn’t quite grasp the importance of what she’d done for another few heartbeats. LaKeisha’s instincts took over immediately and she twisted around mid-stride to make sure she hit the ropes at a dead run. In that she was entirely successful, alas the trap was still set and it didn’t care who it caught. Elbow resting casually on the apron, Kendra reached back, hooked the unseen ankle and gave it a sharp tug. The Rumpshakah cursed, pitched forward and almost lost her balance before steadying out. “GODDAMN, GIRL!” she shouted, “PAY SOME ####IN’ ATTENTION NEXT--”
THWHACK!
SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2xrOcQLhrdU&feature=player_embedded
Jenny turned, sprang and unleashed a Super Kick that saw her plant one foot on the canvas and the other squarely on Bates’ chin at the exact same time. LK tottered backward, hit the ropes and stumbled out on trembling legs. Left to her own devices she certainly would’ve gone down after a few more steps, but Jacobs stood between her and that fate and the NoCal Sensation had other ideas. Already slightly crouched after the Super Kick, Jenny hooked her right arm across LaKeisha’s chest and straightened up so the Booty Queen’s right arm rested atop her shoulder. Moving too fast to flash the ‘J’, Jacobs launched the both of them into a gorgeous back-flip, one that culminated in the blonde laid out on her stomach and Bates THAWHAMMED spine-first into the canvas.
JENNY-CIDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=uElA3nbcLX8
Already pale following the disastrous miscue, Kendra LaRue pounded a fist against the apron and shrieked for her partner to fight loose of Jenny’s weary Crossbody before the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Jenny tossed LaKeisha’s leg aside, rocked back on her haunches and threw a pair of J’s to the sky all while the bell CLANGED her victory. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer bellowed over the rejoicing Jacobites, “your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Intercontinental Champion, JENNY JACOBS!”
On her feet after a few more seconds, the exhausted blonde let Merle raise one hand but she kept her attention focused on the nearest camera. “I’m just gonna come out and say it.” she panted. “Pound for pound I am the very best FAWN has to UUNNGGH!”
Kendra caromed a huge Forearm Smash against the back of her neck, then piled on several more when Jenny collapsed to her knees. “You’re a ####ing fluke!” the Siren sneered at the penitent battler. “You aren’t fit to lick the sweat off our asses, but I think you’ll do the honors just the same!” Stamping around to Jacobs’s noggin, LaRue pulled her into a massive Standing Headscissors and wrapped her arms around opposing waist just as soon as she’d shoved Merle on his ass. “No one messes with Booty Shock.” Kendra hissed. “Especially not a scrawny piece of--”
The lights went out all over. Any relief the FAWNatics might have felt over such a development was washed away the instant the speakers launched into the hymn announcing another Midnight Mass.
HYMN OF ETERNAL MIDNIGHT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=orFr2tlXz0Y&feature=player_embedded
Ten seconds later the lights winked on and the music winked off. Kendra and Jenny hadn’t changed their positions but now they found themselves amidst the Church of Eternal Midnight. The blonde girl in the paisley dress and Maleficent mask dipped her head in greeting to Kendra LaRue. “Your efforts tonight were stellar, Siren. As a reward you may take your partner and leave. Should you choose to stay and contest our claim to that one,” she pointed a finger at the curve of Jacobs’ back, “it will end… badly.
Kendra looked left, then looked right and wasn’t surprised to see the Evil Queen and the Queen of Hearts a few feet off each shoulder. Gripped by a sudden burst of charity, the callipygian brunette raised her hands and relinquished the Headscissors. “I don’t think I’d feel right interfering in matters of faith, ladies. She’s all yours.”
True to Maleficent’s word, the Churchgoers didn’t lay a hand on Kendra as she helped a knock-kneed, wobby butted LaKeisha from the squared circle. When they were alone with their prey the Queens closed in fast, each hooking an arm to haul Jacobs to boot leather. Maleficent stepped forward, put a hand under the other blonde’s chin and tipped her head back so they could lock eyes. “You doubted our resolve and so we were obliged to come.” she murmured to the Innovator. “Now that you’ve summoned us, do you have any last words before we consign you to the outer darkness, Jenny Jacobs?”
Jenny responded with a ferocious smile, absolutely not the expression you’d expect from someone in the clutches of three very dangerous women. “You’re damned right I do. Gotcha, bytches.”
CALLIOPE:
EVE CHOLDSTONE:
The FAWNatics exploded in surprised delight when a pair of brunettes vaulted over the guardrail on opposite sides of the ring and dove under the bottom rope. Eve Choldstone and Calliope hit the Queens full speed, the former taking Hearts down with a huge Spear while the latter flattened Evil with an infuriated Lou Thesz Press. Seemingly not at all put out by this abrupt reversal of fortune, Maleficent charged Jenny and let out a startled little shriek when the IC champ dipped low and slammed a shoulder into her belly. Hands planted against her foe’s thighs. Jenny stood up fast and hurled the masked menace clear over the top rope with a Back Body Drop that-- Maleficent caught the top rope in mid-air and pulled herself down into an awkward landing on the apron. Jacobs was quick to charge so the other blonde dropped off and backed up, hoping to draw Jacobs out onto the floor.
Jenny wouldn’t be baited though, instead she crowded close to the ropes and shouted, “COME ON BACK IN, BABY! THIS SERVICE IS OPEN TO EVERYONE!”
Nearby Eve grappled furiously with the Queen of Hearts, who was putting up the sort of ferocious resistance not found in chicks wearing tiny black cocktail dresses. Several seconds on she finally pinned the blonde’s wrists down, then pinned a Kneelift deep in the pit of her stomach. “There now,” Choldstone purred as she bundled the Churchgoers wrists together, “let’s see what Jungle wash-out is hiding under here.” Eve tore the mask loose and actually blinked when she saw who’d been terrorizing the fed these last few months. “You gotta be ####ing kidding me.” she muttered. “When did you get so touFEERRRGGGGGHHHH!”
Tiffany Mayes SLAMMED a Kneelift of her own between Eve’s thighs and scrambled / slid under the bottom rope when the black-hearted brunette toppled onto her side. Calliope, who’d been waging a similar war with the Evil Queen, looked over the instant she heard Eve cry out.
TIFFANY MAYES:
“You ok, Eve? What’s the trick ‘r treater do to AAARRRGGGGGGHHHH!”
Evil lifted the mask of her own volition and ‘pfwooooooooshed’ a cloud of arterial red into Cali’s face. That sent the One Woman Freak Show tumbling onto her back so the lithesome brunette slid out of the squared circle and joined the other Churchgoers on the outside.
“Looks like the curtain came up a little earlier than intended.” Adelaide Brewster murmured once she’d licked a bit of red off her bottom lip. “My apologies for that.”
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
“No apologies necessary my friend. We always knew the beasts of the field would rise in protest of our peaceable kingdom. Now that that day has finally come, I feel a great weight has been lifted.”
“Can we take them out now?” Tiffany said softly. “The freaks are crippled and the whore is running on fumes. We could easily feed all three to the Dar--”
“WATCH YOUR MOUTH, SCHOOLGIRL!” Jenny bellowed from the nearest corner. “YOU WANT ME? COME ON IN HERE AND GET ME!”
Mayes lunged but pulled back when Maleficent snatched a handful of hair. “Easy, Tiffany. Her end will not be so quick… or merciful.”
Jacobs growled low in the back of her throat, but made no move to head outside while the Frighteners were still recovering. Instead she zeroed in on Maleficent. “That’s two losers revealed to the world. Want to make it three, bytch?”
Maleficent regarded her for a long time. Then she nodded. “Masks off, then. No more distractions.” She gripped the mask and pulled it back just as Choldstone and Calliope joined Jenny at the ropes.
“Of course.” Eve grunted when she saw Mal’s true face. “You always did have a way with the lost ones, didn’t you?”
Miranda Wainright smiled beatifically. “None of us is lost, Evelyn. We’ve all found our way to the Darkness. The three of you will find it too. The question is, will it be of your own accord… or will you be offered up like so much bleeding meat?”
MIRANDA WAINRIGHT:
It was Jenny who answered. “You’ll find out when we find you, bytch.”
“Still your tongue, whore.” Adelaide cooed. “Or I’ll tear it out of--”
“Wrong target, poseur.” Brewster’s attention was drawn not to Calliope, but the coldly calculated tones of Candice Akeley. “You spit in my face. That means no one will argue when I peel yours off.”
“You don’t scare me, freak. Bring as many personalities as you want, I’ll submit them all.”
Jenny and the Frighteners started through the ropes and this time Miranda didn’t hold her friends in check. But before the dueling trios could come to blows a whole phalanx of referees burst from backstage and swarmed between them. “No need for that, gentlemen. We were just leaving.” Though Miranda’s words were for the officials, her eyes never left Jenny, Eve and Calliope. “As for our new friends, we’ll catch up with them soon enough. Every tick of the clock brings us that much closer to a beautiful reunion. Because as much as they hate to admit it, Midnight comes for one and all.”
“Midnight comes for one and all.” Tiffany and Adelaide repeated.
The lights went out again and when they returned the Church was gone, save for their discarded masks.
“So a Schoolgirl, a Vampire and a Zealot started a Church.” Eve said to no one in particular. “Can’t say I saw that coming.”
“She’s not a vampire,” Calliope said testily, “and I’ll prove it. Sparkles is mine, Eve.”
“I’m not calling dibs because I want a piece of them all.” Jenny added. “Big pieces. The kind that scream.”
Eve and Calliope exchanged a surprised glance. “Well look at you, all dressed up in evil sister’s clothes.” Choldstone joked. “Don’t worry, you’ll get all the pieces you want. Just do yourself a favour and don’t get in our way once the blood starts to flow.”
“Get in the way? I wouldn’t dream of it. Might join in though. Been a while since I’ve been to a good bloodletting.”
