Post by bigfan on Feb 5, 2017 17:59:16 GMT
The most recent video package on the ‘tron left the whole arena buzzing with the sort of big fight atmosphere usually reserved for Title Matches. But there was no gold on the line in this bout, only a whole lot of pride as an established superstar fought to defend her hard-fought status against another fan favorite out to prove she belonged among the best of the best. These thoughts were fresh on everyone’s mind when the Announcer raised his mic and proclaimed, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from the Red Hook Section of Brooklyn New York, she weighs one hundred and twenty five pounds and stands at five feet five inches tall. She is the Queen of the Facebusters Tribe, the Happy Anarchist, the Glad Bomber, this is MADDY CRANE!”
MADDY CRANE:
Great swaths of FAWNatics leapt to their feet and roared approval as Shinedown’s ‘Cut The Cord’ hit the speakers. Maddy appeared with her music and threw a salute to the throng but didn‘t break her stride as she headed for the ring. For the fourth and possibly deciding bout with the woman she considered her archrival, Crane wore a black sports bra top and matching bikini bottoms crisscrossed with thin red belts worn bandolier style while her boots and pads were done in a shiny red. AS was her custom, the seat of Maddy’s trunks held a message, but tonight it wasn’t a joke or zinger, tonight it was a prophecy. It read simply:
2-2
At ringside in seemingly no time, Crane climbed onto the apron, waggled her hips in time to the music, then grabbed the top rope in both hands and vaulted into the squared circle. Claiming the ring as hers and hers alone, the Sultana of Slapstick strode to the center of the ring and turned around so her back was to the hard camera. Looking over one shoulder, she tapped the statement on her tush and said, “Scoreboard, JJ. You can either read it from here… or a lot closer up.”
The redhead was just settling into the far corner when the Announcer resumed his shtick. “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 Innovator of Offense, the NorCal Sensation, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds… JENNY JACOBS!"
JENNY JACOBS:
The Jacobites let loose with a thunderous roar when Cowboy Mouth stormed in at full gallop. Their noise grew all the more cacophonous when Jenny burst through the curtain and raised both J’s high overhead. Though she nodded approval to all those that mirrored the sigil back at her, the astute observer noted that the blonde never took her eyes off the woman in the ring. Then she lowered the J’s, transformed them into a pair of pistols and fired off stereo shots aimed straight for Maddy’s noggin. “You’re mine, big mouth. This ends tonight.” Promise made, she started down the aisle, not at her usual sprint, but a slow, calculating stride that made it look as though she were stalking the redhead.
For the first pay-per-view of the new year, Jenny wore a dark, emerald variant on her standard star-spangled indigo briefs, as well as a matching halter-style top with the cups held together by a small metal buckle in the shape of a star. Her boots and pads were a matching green and her hair hung in a sleek golden bob that fell to just below her ears.
Pausing in the shadow of the squared circle, Jacobs backed up a few steps, then bolted forward and dove under the bottom rope at full speed. On her feet in an instant, the Innovator went straight for Maddy only to be stopped short by Nick Castle. “Keep it in check for another thirty seconds, Jenny. That’s all I ask.”
Jenny didn’t try to get by the ref, but she did glare over his shoulder. “Hear that, Maddy? Thirty seconds until the beating begins.”
Crane looked at an invisible watch on her wrist and frowned. “Doesn’t give you long to put together a will, does it? Better get cracking, JJ.”
Jacobs glowered as she made her way to the other side of the ring, the blonde clearly irritated as she offered up her wrists, elbows and knees for final inspection.
With the sting of their last encounter still fresh in her mind, Maddy charged out of her corner with the clang of the bell, the limber redhead burning through the distance in several long strides as she readied for a Flying Forearm that’d deck Jenny’s ha-- Cool even in the face of this oncoming threat, Jacobs dipped her torso through the space between top and middle ropes. “Back her up, Nick.” she said even before Crane came to a stop. “Back her up so I can get out of the corner.”
Castle raised a hand to Mads, earning a scowl in return. “So you’re just gonna let her hide in the ropes?”
“She’s not hiding, Maddy. Everyone is afforded the same opportunHEY!”
Hands raised in innocence, the Sultana of Slapstick suddenly dipped around the unsuspecting official and THWHAPPED a rough hand upside the back of her blonde’s head. “Ducking me is part of the arsenal now, huh JJ?” Maddy barked as Castle hooked an arm around her waist and backed her away. “Guess that’s a good way to pad out that move list when you’re feeling sluggish.”
More irritated by the fact of the slap than the actual pain (which was already fading) Jacobs drew clear of the strands and flipped hair out of her face. “Avoiding cheap shots isn’t ducking, Crane. It’s called being a smart wrestler. Might be something you want to look in--” Maddy slipped Nick a second and got close enough to bury a hand in Jenny’s blonde tousle, unfortunately that was the extent of her offense, as Jenny promptly threaded one leg over the bottom strands. “I’m in the ropes, Castle.” she growled without breaking eye contact with Maddy. “So get this undisciplined piece of crap out of my NNNGGGHHH!”
Maddy released Jenny’s hair without prompting from Nick, however it was strictly to flatten that hand into a paddle and CRAAACK the Californian across the mouth. “You’ve needed that for a LONG time you arrogant bytch.” Crane snarled as the ref pulled her away from the corner. “Now spit out your teeth and get ready for--”
Aware that Maddy was partially corralled by the official but not giving a damn, the Innovator stormed forward and THWHACKED a looping right hand against the redhead’s cheek. Maddy staggered against Castle, who disengaged from the action less than a heartbeat thereafter. Keeping the other woman on her feet with a double handful of hair, Jenny stepped backward, twisted her hips and slung her rival into the turnbuckles with a low BWUUUNG!
Far from satisfied with a single swat, Jacobs braced her left forearm across Maddy’s chest and set to work scooping out great handfuls of redhead tummy with a flurry of body shots. She landed a solid half dozen without drawing a warning from the zebra, which meant if she called it off now she’d have enough time for her next salvo. Ending the abdominal battery with a single stiff Kneelift, Jenny hopped onto the second rope, thrust her own midsection into Crane’s face and raised the J’s high overhead. “GET READY, PEOPLE!” she shouted to all who would listen. “YOU’RE GONNA SEE ALL MY MOVES TONIGHT AND MADDY’S GONNA HELP! KEEP TRACK, NOW!”
One hand went deep into Maddy’s hair, all the better to yank her head back. Right fist cocked up beside her ear, Jacobs measured her shot and then brought her knuckles ‘whicking’ down over and over again. Primed for this task, the FAWNatics played choir without hesitation. ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!’
Jenny paused, hoisted the J again, then CRAAACKED her rival’s cheek with a Bytch Slap of her own! “All right Jenny, that’s enough.” Castle swatted the blonde’s left knee to emphasize the point. “Hop down and get her out of the WHOA!”
Eager for a quick exit following that rough treatment, Crane locked her arms around the former IC Champ’s upper thighs and clambered out into open water. In the next instant she went up on her toes and sank to one knee, thereby THWHUMPING Jenny’s undercarriage against her thigh. Jenny groaned, doubled over and immediately rocked back on her heels when the redhead checked her chin with a European Uppercut! “Go ahead and keep running your mouth, Jenny.” Crane sniped. “Every time you do I’ll be right here to slap it EERRRGGGHH!”
The NorCal Sensation sprang, twisted to one side and flicked out her right leg to THWHACK the base of Maddy’s skull with a Standing Enzugiri. The Happy Anarchist reeled but didn’t actually go down, so Jenny braced both hands against her chest and shoved her back against the buckles she’d so recently cleared. Jenny charged as soon as she was cornered, the vindictive Innovator leaving her feet in a short hop to better power the Forearm she slammed into her rival’s jaw. Snagging Crane’s right wrist as soon as she landed, Jacobs stepped in even closer, wedging her shoulder against Maddy’s sternum so she could bark in her ear. “You, YOU of all people is going to get on my case about trash talk? Honey, I could shyt talk you onto a stretcher and no one in this building would bat an eye!”
Maddy didn’t have any snark for that, so Jenny cleared off, dropped a shoulder and slung her burden across the squared circle with an Irish Whip. The corner approached far too quickly for Crane to produce actual offense, so she was forced to brace for impact as whirled around to collide with the thinly-padded steel spine first! As if that wasn’t unpleasant enough, the shiver was still running down Maddy’s spine when Jacobs rushed in and THWHACKED her with a second Flying Forearm Smash. “How’re those teeth doing, Mads?” Jenny taunted after claiming her rival’s wrist. “Want to spit them out or can I knock them down your throat?”
“Guuuhhhh… go f*ck yourself you smarmy cuNNNNGGHHHH!”
Jenny pounded that tuff washboard with the broadest part of her thigh, then slung Maddy away with a third Irish Whip! Crane’s back took another punishing impact, but when Jacobs tried to jack her jaw, the Glad Bomber whipped a foot into her foe’s mouth. Jenny bounced back, turned around and stumbled away, one hand on her mouth, the other reaching for the ropes on the other side of the ring. Presented with the glorious gift of Jacobs’s back, Mads grabbed the top rope, boosted herself onto the second rope and immediately leapt after her target. There was a loud PWAAAK followed by near unanimous cheers as Maddy pounded a single spiteful fist into the sturdy curve of blonde buttocks.
Reduced to near paralysis by the Snark Attack, Jenny didn’t resist when Crane trapped her right arm in a Half Nelson. Clamping down on the Californian’s right wrist in her left hand, the Princess of the Punchline jerked the limb across Jacobs’s throat and bore down tight. Jenny’s free arm started flailing at once, the partially bound Innovator stamping toward the sanctuary of the-- “GAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”
Crane whirled her prey in a rough circle, planted her feet and went right on shaking. “Ask her. Ask her!” Maddy demanded of Castle even as the trapped battler started clapping awkward slaps off her belly.
Careful to approach from the safest angle possible, Nick said, “What do you say, Jenny? Need me to call it?”
“Hell no!” the blonde rasped. “This FLUKE got lucky once, that’s NNNNNGGGGGGGHHHH!”
Maddy reared back on her heels, forcing her nemesis to do the same. Then she snapped forward and dropped onto her stomach, which THWHUNKED Jenny down flat on her face, chest and belly. Clutch still intact, Crane scooted to a seat and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the painful submission.
COBRA CLUTCH FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gr2JOf2XJ80
“Does this look like a fluke to you?” she asked through clenched teeth. “Does this FEEL like a fluke, Jenny? Go on, sweetheart, ANSWER ME!”
But Jacobs didn’t answer, her current predicament was much too painful to waste time or energy on words. Grabbing at the redhead’s wrists with both hands, Jenny braced her elbows against the canvas and leaaaaaaaned back as best she could. This adjustment did nothing for the pain in her neck (and it spawned a brand new ache in the small of her back) what it did offer was enough space to get a hand, and then a knee under her straining torso. From there it only took a bit of squirming to make it to a seat and though the Cobra Clutch was still sunk in deep, the blonde felt much better about her situat-- “NGGGHHHH!” the Innovator groaned in hurt surprise when Crane stood halfway up, then dropped back down, driving the point of her knee deep between opposing shoulders.
“C’mon, Jenny.” Mads reefed back on the Cobra Clutch while jostling it back and forth, making it impossible for Jacobs to ignore that intruding joint. “You’re so much better than me, you’ve gotta have at least a thousand ways to get out of this. So lets see it!” She drew back her knee and punished her foe’s vertebrae again.
Castle saw the pain etched on Jacobs’s face and though he was fairly certain of the response, the ref wasn’t satisfied until he asked, “How you doing, Jenny? Need me to call for the bell?” The NorCal Sensation stopped worrying at her attacker’s hands and waggled a finger in Nick’s direction. “No need, Nick.” she grunted. “Maddy will lose interest in the hold as soon as she hears about the latest funny cat video on EEERRRRRGGGGGHHHH!”
A surprised murmur from the FAWNatics as Crane brought her noggin forward and down to clout the former IC Champion across the base of the neck. “Not gonna get bored, ass hat.” the redhead taunted. “Wrestling rings around you is my new favorite thing!”
Jenny started to scoff, then ‘eeeped’ in protest as the Princess of the Punchline abruptly abandoned the Cobra Clutch in favor or a Hammerlock on her rival’s right arm. Understanding the threat as soon as she felt Crane slip her right arm through the triangle created by her forearm and bicep, Jenny shot her left hand up and clamped down on Maddy’s left wrist to block the Crossface Chickenwing. Maddy cursed, leaned in against Jenny’s back and punished her with several more short Kneelifts. “Not this time, JJ.” she growled. “No ‘accidental’ thumb in the eye is gonna keep me from tapping you OOOWWWWW F*CK!”
More than willing to meet Maddy’s rough tactics with some of her own, Jacobs set her fingers against the inside of her opponent’s left wrist and gave the pressure point a good squeeze. Crane’s grip popped open at once, her whole arm tingling like she’d touched a live wire! Scrambling to boot leather the instant she was free, Jenny swung around, noted Maddy still on her knees and took advantage with a double handful of hair. Without so much as a word she tugged the other woman forward and THWHONKED her between the eyes with a Knee Strike worthy of Autumn Sammain or Mercy Ellis. Maddy would’ve reeled a lot farther if not for the hair-hold, as it was jerked into a Front Facelock and quickly reintroduced to the canvas as Jenny laid her out with a Short Snap DDT.
Crane hit hard and bounced up onto her knees, where she would’ve slopped to the side if Jacobs hadn’t once again propped her up with a steadying hand. Back to full verticality after a crisp little kip up, Jenny raced into the ropes in front of her foe and came back twice as fast. Dropping into something like a seated baseball slide as she skidded past, Jacobs hooked her right arm across Maddy’s chest and snapped onto her back to THWHUMP Crane’s skull with a truncated Reverse STO! Crane flopped over onto her back and this time Jenny let her stay there, it made it much easier for the Innovator to float over and hook the far leg for…
LOW RUNNING STO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4-PKFMODa4
ONE…
TWO…
Mads pulled her leg free and turned onto her side, facing away from Jenny. “What was that about wrestling rings around me?” Jacobs planted her left knee against the side of Maddy’s head and pushed up, forcing her other woman to carry her weight in most unpleasant fashion. “You’re good, Maddy. I’ve said that from the very beginning, whether you’ll admit it or not. But in a series of matches like this? Sweetie, the gulf between you and I is going to show wider and wider every time we lock up.” She put her right hand on the redhead’s hip and clamped down, making all the more difficult for Crane to squirm free of that grinding knee.
“What do you say, Maddy?” Nick asked after watching his charge’s feet kicking for the better part of fifteen seconds. “Have you had enough?”
“Still conscious, Castle Crasher.” she grunted at once. “Means I ain’t even sorta had enougNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Jenny pushed up just long enough to THWHUMP her other knee into Crane’s ribs, which in turn gave her all the time she needed to peel her adversary off the deck. Clasping her hands across the nape of Maddy’s neck as soon as they were both vertical, Jacobs kept the redhead looking at the floor so she could shell her tummy with a withering barrage of left-right-left Kneelifts. The suffering Sultana corralled Jenny’s neck in a clasp of her own, but she couldn’t disrupt the blonde’s rhythm long enough to land any answering shots, which made for a short, breathless backpedal into the rubber-coated steel. Continuing to pound away even now that Crane had nowhere to go, Jenny landed a few more after the ref’s warning, but called it off before Nick could issue a warning.
Hands on her hips as Maddy slumped with her butt against the second strand, Jacobs chided, “Still conscious, huh? So what you’re saying is I’ve got permission to knock your ass NNNNNGGGGHHH!”
The Happy Anarchist straightened up just long enough to pound an elbow into the blonde’s chin. “You’re gonna have to, JJ.” she spat. “Too bad you’re not tough enoNNNNGGGGGHH!”
Jacobs THWHUMPED a hateful knee into the redhead’s kidney, then stacked her up against the ropes and CRAAACKED her cheek with a Bytch Slap. “You don’t get to question my toughness, asshole.” the blonde snarked as she backed up a few steps. “You of all people.” Maddy was too gut-shot to answer, which was fine with Jenny as it meant she didn’t have to listen to any more shyt talk before she rushed in and caught her rival across the chest with a big Clothesline! Caught flush by the heavy strike, Crane was knocked from her moorings and sent looping over the top rope to land in a hard, ungainly sprawl near the foot of the entrance ramp.
All fired up now that she had the place to herself, Jenny raised the double J’s for the Jacobites and backed into the center of the squared circle. “MADDY’S LOOKIN’ KINDA TIRED!” she shouted at the top of her lungs. “SHOULD I LET HER REST? OR SHOULD I GO OUT THERE AND GET HER!?”
The FAWNatics answered with a bellowing ‘GET HER!’ chant, as if there was ever any doubt. More than abide by their decision, Jenny settled into a crouch and waited until she spied Maddy picking herself up off the floor. Then she whirled, ran the ropes behind her and made a beeline for the recovering redhead. Crouching down as she reached the other set of ropes, Jenny dipped her knees and launched herself through the gap between top and middle rope, the Innovator doing an excellent impression of surface to air missile as she-- THWHACK!
Maddy hopped up and flicked out her right foot to catch the high flying blonde square in the mush with her favorite Crane Kick! Shorted out by the brutal collision, Jenny hung half in and half out of the ring until the unsympathetic redhead reared back and slapped the taste out of her mouth! Jenny’s head snapped back and the rest of her followed after, the knock-kneed lovely stumbling in a whole field of fencepost holes while the Glad Bomber hopped onto the apron. Far too preoccupied with her throbbing jaw to notice Maddy’s new position, Jacobs remained dangerously oblivious until a loud roar from the crowd burned through the fog swirling behind her eyes. Lifting her head a heartbeat thereafter, the stunned blonde caught an excellent glimpse of Maddy soaring into her airspace, then the redhead snatched a double handful of hair and her view shifted to an extreme close-up of the canvas as Crane dropped to a seat and THWHONKED her forehead into the thinly-sheathed plywood courtesy of a Springboard Sit-Out Facebuster.
SPRINGBOARD SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=w7YVH_8B9R8
Jacobs hit full force and reared back on her knees, both hands flying north to protect her nose and forehead. The residual momentum started to fade and Jenny with it, the blonde tottering to her left, but rather than end up on her side she got yanked up straight thanks to a double handful of hair. “Off the hair, Mads.” Castle scolded as the Princess of the Punchline hauled the NorCal Sensation to something like verticality. “You know better than that.”
“Sure do!” Snarky as ever, yet Crane spoke true because she relinquished the blonde’s locks just as soon as she’d reeled her into a Front Facelock. She augmented this control with a huge handful of Jenny’s trunks and though she didn’t say a word, there was most definitely a glint in Maddy’s eye when she yanked those briefs (and the blonde to which they were attached) high into the air. Of course the wedgie was all but forgotten as soon as Crane dropped backward and SPIKED her foe’s forehead against the mat! Jenny bounced loose and rolled over onto her back, looking well and truly impaled in the wake of Crane’s huge DDT. The ring was still shivering with aftershocks when the Happy Anarchist pounced across Jacobs’s chest and hooked the far leg for…
IMPLANT DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=w7YVH_8B9R8
ONE…
TWO…
Jenny pushed her rival away, sat up and ate a straight right hand to the mush for her insolence. “Watch the closed fists, Maddy!” Nick muttered from a safe distance.
“I did!” Crane noted after she’d rolled the Innovator onto her stomach. “That’s why it landed so flush!”
On her feet before the zinger was finished, Maddy helped herself to Jenny’s left leg and folded it at the knee just in time to step around it and drop onto the blonde’s back like she was going for an STF. But rather than secure a Facelock or a Sleeper or any of the more common variations, the Sultana of Slapstick reached around Jacobs’s head with both hands and staked her claim to both wrists. With Jenny’s right wrist in her left hand and vice versa, Crane pulled the Straightjacket tight against Jacobs’s chin even as she wrenched backward bore down on the captured leg.
Content to let her innovative (yeah, I said it) hold wear down the struggling battler, Maddy gnashed and ground away at Jenny’s reserves for a good ten seconds and probably would’ve kept right on working if Castle hadn’t hurried over to check for himself. “How you doing, Jenny? Need me to call for the bell?”
The unpleasant snugness of her own forearms made it impossible for Jenny to shake her head, so she was forced to waste some oxygen on a rasped ‘NO!’ Maddy took it all in stride, the redhead showing remarkable patience and faith while Jacobs’s face flushed from pink to red. “I’ve got you cinched in tight, JJ.” she said after jostling the Straightjacket back n’ forth. “One leg and both arms belong to me, I don’t care how creative you are, there’s no way to get from here to aaaaaaaaaaaaaaall the way over there,” she pulled back on the blonde’s wrists to give her a better view of the ropes, “on one leg. So tap out and I’ll let you go.”
“Yuuuuhhhh…. you’re right, Maddy.” Jenny gurgled. “There’s…nuuuhhh… no way to drag myself to the ropes. So I’ll have to… have to…” Jacobs snapped her right leg up and in, driving that heel into the strong curve of her tormentor’s glutes.
Crane winced at the impact but made no effort to abandon her hooks, in fact she CRAAAAAAANKED up on the straightjacket so hard she got an ugly croak from the struggling Innovator. “Good try, Jenny. Good try, but not good enouHERGH-EERRGGGGHH!”
Jacobs kicked twice more, the third shot striking Maddy directly on the tailbone. The resultant jolt caused the redhead’s grip to slip and Jenny immediately wrenched a hand loose. Rather than scrabble for purchase on the mat, she grabbed hold of Crane’s remaining Wristlock and pulled it close enough to “OOOOOWWWWW BYTCH!” The Happy Anarchist shrieked in pain as Jenny bit down on the soft meat of her hand. “NICK, SHE’S BITING!”
Aware of the infraction, Castle strode over and tapped Jacobs on the shoulder. “Knock it off, Jenny. Don’t make me start a cou--” Crane curled her other hand into a fist and pounded it into the back of the blonde’s skull three times in rapid succession. This tactic freed her other hand from Jenny’s maw and Mads paid back the bit of toothy nastiness by snatching a whole lotta hair and THWHUNKING the blonde’s forehead into the mat.
As pleasurable as she found that sound, Crane was in no mood to break her hold on a demand from the official, so instead of battering Jenny into a stupor she curled her right arm around the other woman’s throat and went back to work with a more traditional STF.
STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mYSym9MbfsA
“GIVE UP!” Maddy bellowed as she put more and more torque on the body-bending submission. “SUBMIT, JENNY!”
The Girl of 8,675,309 Moves didn’t speak, didn’t even waggle her head, she just gouged splayed fingers into the mat and began draaaaaaaaaagging herself toward the edge of the ring. Maddy noted the destination, snorted and kept it all in, the deceptively powerful grappler just pouring it on in an effort to make the former Intercontinental Champion submit for a second time. Sensing the danger their heroine faced, the Jacobites leapt to their feet and started a ‘LETS GO JENNY!’ chant that was swiftly answered by ‘LETS GO MADDY!’ from the redhead’s supporters.
Caught in the eye of this two-part maelstrom, Maddy and Jenny continued their battle of wits, wiles and wills with Jacobs seemingly getting the better of it, as the distance between her questing hands and the ropes grew smaller and smaller. Inches above the straining Innovator, Maddy could feel her shoulders and legs starting to cramp from holding the pair of submissions for so long, yet she couldn’t bring herself to let Jenny reach the strands without enduring even more punishment. With Jacobs’s right hand less than a foot away from the bottom rope, Maddy undid the STF and scrambled into a heavy mount on the blonde’s lower back. “NO! NO! NO GODDAMMITEERRRRGGGHHH!” Jenny wailed long and loud when Crane hooked her biceps and yanked them backward over the planes of her thighs.
“Yes, yes, yes, baby.” the Glad Bomber growled through clenched teeth. “It’s tap out time.” S-Grip secured under her prey’s chin, Maddy rocked back on her heels and tried her damndest to break Jenny in half with a hellacious Camel Clutch!
Amazed at Jenny’s resilience and Maddy’s tenacity in linking her holds together, Castle got as close to the action as he dared without actually getting in their way. “Tell me something, Jenny. Do you need me to--”
“STOP CODDLING HER!” Maddy snarled. “Just back off and wait for the wailing to staF*CK!”
Jacobs slipped an arm free of Maddy’s trap, lunged forward and gripped the bottom rope like it was a lifeline.” “BREAK!” the NorCal Sensation wailed. “GET THE HELL OFFA ME, ASSHOLE!”
Knowing her time was limited, Crane made the most of it by burying her hands in Jenny’s locks and pulling back until the wail was a full on scream. “FOUR!’ made her break the hold and Mads backed off without complaint, allowing a mewling Jenny to drag herself under the ropes to the outside. Castle put a hand on Maddy’s tummy at once, just in case the Original Pranksta’ entertained ideas of following her prey to the floor. Crane made no move to get through the strands, though she very much wanted to. The reason for this show of restraint wasn’t the threat of a warning from the official and certainly not any newfound appreciation for her opponent’s wherewithal. In truth, the chain of submissions had left Mads aching and short of breath and rather than tempt fate she backed into the center of the squared circle and waited with hands on her hips.
Down on the floor, Jacobs pushed to all fours and simply took deep breaths as she tried to fight through the worst of her exhaustion. Hair hanging in her face, the Innovator didn’t even make an attempt to rise until Nick reached ‘EIGHT!’ on his count and then it was only to grab hold of the apron. Hating each and every one of the aches Crane inflicted upon her, Jenny clambered to boot leather only to scramble to the other side of the narrow aisle in case the ginger skank was lining up a cheap shot. The sight of Maddy watching her from dead center did nothing to soothe the weary blonde’s chagrin.
“Stop milking the count, princess.” Maddy called over the rest of the noise. “We’re not done yet.”
Jenny waited until Castle’s latest toll (THIRTEEN!) before she deigned to reply. “That’s where you’re wrong, brat. I am DONE f*cking around with you.”
Snarling at the condescension she heard in the other woman’s voice, Crane stormed past Nick, sat on the middle rope and pushed down while simultaneously raising the top rope in her right hand. “Oh, so you’ve had enough of this, have you? Well please, waddle your overrated ass in here and finish the job!”
Jenny stepped forward, paused when the FAWNatics broke into a ‘KICK HER ASS!’ chant. Whether it was directed at her or Maddy she couldn’t say, so Jacobs chose to ignore it in favor of locking eyes with the redhead. “Watch your mouth, loser. Otherwise you’ll have even less to say after I sit on your face.”
Castle tried to raise the count, but Maddy held up a hand. “Might as well ring the bell now, Nick. JJ’s started talking crazy, I think I broke NNNNGGGHHH!”
Jenny stepped in, reared back and CRAAACKED her rival’s yammering mouth with a Bytch Slap that had the first several rows cringing in sympathetic pain. “Open it again and I’ll slap you numb.” the NorCal Sensation promised. “Open it a third time and I’ll shut it for f*cking goOODEERGGGHHH!”
Maddy dove through the ropes and barreled into Jenny with something that was equal parts Double Axehandle and Suicide Dive. Whatever you called it, the makeshift maneuver sent both ladies across the aisle where Jacobs BWUUUNKED into the steel guardrail. She groaned, sagged and tried to clench, but Mads stood her up and went to work with a furious fusillade of body blows that SPANKED off Jacobs’s ribs. Pausing only when Jenny was practically doubled over, the Sultana of Slapstick straightened her up with a handful of hair and growled, “I don’t care how goddamned good you are every other night, Jacobs. Tonight I outwork you if it’s the last thing I doOOOWHOOAAANNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Jenny hooked an arm around her tormentor’s chest, snatched hold of opposing waistband and charged the ring, or more precisely, *into* the ring, as she BWUUUNKED the small of Maddy’s back against the unforgiving apron. Mads wailed, arched her back, then wailed again when Jacobs drew her away and repeated the spine-ramming tactic. “That’s where you’re wrong, motor-mouth.” Jenny’s tone was equal parts ice and acid as she hooked Maddy’s arms and roughly draped them over the bottom rope. “Talking all your shyt? Promising to beat me? THAT was the last thing you’re gonna do.”
Oh so eager for some payback, Jenny put the crown of her skull against Crane’s chest and promptly unleashed a torrent of torment in the form of a several hooks to the ribs, a genuine baker’s dozen to be precise. Finishing that set far too quickly for her liking, the resurgent Sensation braced a Forearm against the New Yorker’s tits and scooped out great big swaths of tummy by THWHUMPING the broadest part of her thigh across that trim but defenseless expanse.
Nick, who’d reset, then paused his count when the hockey fight started (brass’s call, not his) cleared his throat following Jacobs’s fifth gut-churning shot. “Get her off the ropes, Jenny. And get her back in the ring.”
Jenny flipped hair out of her face, nodded once and then plowed a vengeful Haymaker directly into her opponent’s midsection. “Girl treated me like I was her bytch in the center of that ring, Nick.” the former IC Champion huffed. “So I’m going to show her how that feels outside the ring. And don’t you DARE speed up that count.”
Only inches away, Maddy chuckled and raised her head. “Right. The refs have given you special treatment for years and they’re going to stop now? Go f*ck yourself, JJAAAAUUUGGGHHHH!”
Jacobs spiked Crane’s tummy and clouted her across the rack with a Forearm Smash for good measure. “Special treatment? Special treatment?” the NorCal Sensation sounded ready to spit nails as she tugged Maddy loose from her trap. “The ONLY special treatment I get in this organization is from the fans and you know why I get that?”
“Uuuuuhhhhh… a certain willingness to post bikini pics on your Instagram feEERRGAAHHH FAAAAAHK!”
Crane’s sass came to an abrupt an violent end as the fuming beauty hooked her for what looked like a Jenny-Cide. But instead of a flip, Jacobs muscled her burden high into the air and THWHUNKED her into the edge of the apron spine-first! Falling deathly silent after her initial scream, Maddy stumbled, landed on all fours and flopped over onto her back when Jenny THWHUMPED a Soccer Kick into her ribs! “Talk shyt, get hit, that’s how it goes, right?” Jenny asked as she laid claim to her foe’s right wrist and ankle. “I’ve got a better version. Talk shyt, scream for mercy. Doesn’t rhyme, but I think it’ll catch on.”
Maddy offered no rejoinder one way or the other, so Jacobs capitalized on the silence by dragging her a little ways away from the ring. After a quick once over to confirm the placement, Jenny clapped her hands, stepped over the ravaged redhead and hopped onto the apron. “Of course, you might not be able to scream when the match is over, but I’m sure everyone will appreciate the effort.”
Increasingly unhappy with the tone set by his charges, Castle followed Jenny from the other side as she headed toward the far corner. “What’re you doing, Jenny? This isn’t no count out or No DQ. So don’t--”
“Enough Nick!” she snapped. “I KNOW what kind of match this is. It’s the kind where I show the world once and for all that Maddy Crane just isn’t on my level. Now either count me out, disqualify me or stay the hell out of my way!” The Innovator didn’t give him a chance to respond before she tore off down the narrow ledge, leapt off and earned a raucous ‘HOLY SHYT!’ chant by CRUSHING Maddy beneath a flawless Shooting Star Press! Maddy shuddered hard and almost gagged beneath the blonde’s weight, though she made no effort to escape, either because she knew it wasn’t a falls count anywhere bout or she simply didn’t have the strength.
SHOOTING STAR FROM THE APRON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c5tsI3-gs58
T’was a moot point anyway, as Jenny got to her feet without so much as hooking a leg. Moving down to the redhead’s feet, Jacobs ‘snapped’ her trunks into place and muttered, “You stretched the ever lovin’ hell out of me earlier, Maddy. It’s time I returned the favor.” Then she turned around, dropped into a crouch and took possession of Crane’s ankles, which earned a loud cheer from the Jacobites. Returning to full verticality with the other wrestler’s boots in her possession, Jenny tucked ’em under her arms, then flipped over and forced Mads to do the same.
INVERTED BOSTON CRAB @ 1:04
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pv0CY-AfPAY
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH SHHHHHHIIIIIIITTT!” Maddy sobbed in anguish as Jenny dropped into a deep crouch to complete the Inverted Boston Crab. The Princess of the Punchline moaned in pain, but didn’t reach for her back or even question why the blonde was working a submission outside the ring. Because this wasn’t just about wins and losses anymore, or at least, not entirely. Over the last fifteen minutes it had grown into a test where one woman subjected her rival to the very worst she could muster. Maddy had done it to Jenny with the STF’s and Camel Clutch earlier, now Jenny was doing the same, only there were no ropes to grant a reprieve. Even so, the redhead braced her hands against the cool blue mats, puuuuuuuuushed up and slowly started crawling toward the barricade.
“Where do you think you’re going, funny girl?” Jenny huffed. “You really think I’m going to let you go? I’ve got waaaaaaay too much count left to let you go!”
Crane thought the blonde was f*cking with her head, but then she heard Castle toll ‘FIVE!’ and knew she was telling the truth. Not about to give voice to the anguish clawing at the back of her throat, Mads grunted, “Thought I’d take a stroll over to the barricade, JJ. I know how you blondes tend to love shiny OH F*CK, NO YOU DON’TTEERRRRRGGGAAAAAHHH!”
Apparently not satisfied with the damage being done, Jacobs reached down, unclasped her hands and slapped at her opponent’s vulnerable sides. Maddy knew what the bytch was doing and tried to hold out as long as she could, but the undefended kidney shots quickly took their toll and she reached back in hopes of raising a defense. Of course that was just what Jenny wanted and she laid claim to Crane’s wrists, just as she’d claimed her ankles. Smiling to the crowd as they buzzed in anticipation (not to mention worry) Jenny lifted her burden off the mat and started swinging her back n’ forth in an agonizing Rocking Horse Crab!
ROCKING HORSE CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RlIAGuU39ow
“So you wanted to go see the barricade, honey?” the Innovator taunted. “Then lets go see it!” Moving quite quickly despite the ungainly arrangement, Jacobs trundled across the aisle until she was face to face with the folks in the front row.
Poor Maddy however was more like face to knee and in between was the unforgiving steel of the guardrail. “Don’t even think about it, JenNGH!” The NorCal Sensation BWONKED her foe’s noggin into the barricade hard enough to knock it back a few inches.
“Oh, do me a favor and hold onto that, would you?” she asked of the FAWNatics. “Don’t want any of you to bruise your knees while I’m denting Maddy’s skull!” Several of the faithful took her up on this request, meaning there was even less give in the barricade when Jenny unleashed the head-rocking attack another half dozen times!
A short distance away, Nick reached ‘SIXTEEN!’ on the count and wondered if his charges were going to endure the aggravation of a double count-out. The thought had barely left his mind when Jenny unceremoniously dropped Maddy to the floor, put a boot on the small of her back and raised the J’s for her raucous supporters. After that she looked over her shoulder and showed the ref an index finger. “Be right there, Mr. Castle!” True to her word, she grabbed Crane by trunks and tresses, and hauled her to verticality, albeit in stages. Swinging around to face the ring, Jacobs took a couple giant steps forward and slung the Sultana of Slapstick under the bottom rope right at ‘NINETEEN!’
On the apron in the same breath, Jenny leapt to the high rent district and sank into a deep crouch. Happy he didn’t have to explain a non-finish to the brass, Castle cleared off the ropes and glanced between the two wrestlers. Only then did he see the splatter of red on Crane’s forehead and understand she’d been busted open by the barricade. “Holy crap Maddy, are you--” Jenny leapt from her perch, pulled off a mid-air toe touch, then stretched out for a Frog Splash only to shift and THAWHAM the point of her elbow into Maddy’s sternum! The Bosu Elbow Drop sent Maddy’s legs jolting into the air, so Jenny bundled ‘em both up and leaned in close for…
BOSU ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0gDMt-aDoHs
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Mads shot an arm into the air, halting the count with half a second to spare. Jenny leaned back on her knees, ran a forearm across her brow and sighed. “Try to get in position next time, Castle. That was three.”
“It was two and half, we both know that.” Nick countered. “Focus on the match, Jenny.”
“So should you.” she snapped.
Helping herself to a handful of Crane’s slightly redder hair, Jacobs forced her opponent to boot leather, switched over to a Wristlock and slung her at the ropes. Only instead of releasing she dug in her heels and pulled the Happy Anarchist back, all the better to dip under Maddy’s right arm while also hooking her across the chest. No theatrics, no preamble, the Girl of 8,675,309 Moves dipped her knees, launched herself into a flawless back-flip and PLANTED Maddy in the center of the ring with the Jenny-Cide! Jacobs splashed down on the prone woman’s chest a heartbeat later, then hooked the far leg and pulled Crane’s knee up to her chin. Baring her teeth for the hard camera, Jenny nodded in time with the ref’s count of…
JENNY-CIDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uElA3nbcLX8
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Maddy kicked loose and sprawled onto her hip, the narrow escape earning her a thunderous cheer from the whole arena! Hands in her hair, Jacobs took a deep breath to steady her nerves before she clambered to her feet. “Should’ve stayed down, Mads.” Jenny huffed after she’d moved south to grab the redhead’s ankles. “No shame in getting pinned in the center of the ring. Now though… they’re gonna hear you submit.”
Quickly angling Crane’s right shin behind her prey’s left knee, Jenny tucked Maddy’s left foot under her armpit, then bent her knees and reached a hand through the center of that dangerous ‘4’. Fingers laced across the meat of Crane’s left thigh, Jacobs dropped into a deeper crouch and-- Maddy reached up, snatched a massive handful of hair and jerked the Innovator close enough to pound a short punch into her face! Jacobs grunted, steadied her footing and tried to turn Maddy over again, but the Original Pranksta held on tight and pounded her forehead three more times. “Give it up, bytch.” the blonde snarled, frustration evident in her voice. “You’re donNEEERRRGGGGHHH!”
Maddy caught Jenny’s nose between the first knuckles of her middle and index fingers and twiiiisssssted until the Innovator’s eyes started to water. “Sure about that, f*cker? Doesn’t feel like I’m UUNNNNNNGGHH!”
Jenny relinquished her attempt at the Ladder, but shifted her grip to the redhead’s ankles. Stretching Crane’s legs wide, Jenny hopped up and came down with the point of one knee THWHUMPING into her rival’s crotch! Maddy sobbed in anguish and curled into a tight ball as Jacobs tossed her stems away. “Ok, you snickering bag of shyt.” Jenny muttered as she ‘snapped’ her distended briefs across her glutes. “I’ll put you in the highlight reel one more time.”
Crane didn’t have the energy to respond, but she did groan aloud when Jacobs grabbed a double handful of hair and peeled her off the mat. A brisk SLAP across Maddy’s bloodied face drew no real response, so Jenny moved a hand to the back of her neck and led / marched her over to the nearest corner. The Innovator BWUUUNGED Crane’s mug against the rough canvas on general principle, then turned her around and went low with a Shoulderblock that put her butt on the middle buckle. A quick grunt and lift muscled Maddy onto the top turnbuckle, where she stayed while Jenny mounted the middle rope. Going back to Crane’s hair, Jenny hooked as much as she could and slowly forced the other woman to rise. A dangerous predicament, one that grew all the more so when they both climbed to the top rope.
Exhaustion and the position made her much slower than usual, but neither stopped her from curling her right arm across Maddy’s chest or dipping her head under the Sultana’s right-- there was an “UNGH!” followed by a gasp from the crowd as Mads crooked her arm into a ‘V’ and pounded the point of her elbow into the nape of Jacobs’s neck once, twice, three times! Unwilling to relinquish the position with victory so close, Jenny clamped down on the redhead’s shoulder, then snagged a handful of waistband and gave it a sharp yank. “It’s over, Crane.” she growled through clenched teeth. “Don’t make it any worSEERRGGGHHH!”
The Happy Anarchist went ahead and battered Jacobs’s noggin hard enough to make both ladies sway on their dangerous perch. Finishing her salvo with a whispered curse, Maddy coiled her right arm around the blonde’s head in a Front Facelock, then shrugged the arm off her chest so she could hook some trunks of her own. Now set for a Superplex, albeit one facing the wrong way, Crane punished the Innovator with a spiteful wedgie and grunted, “How bad can it be, JJ? We’re both about to make the highlight reel.”
A heartbeat passed and then Maddy caused quite a few skipped beats when she dipped her knees and hoisted the blonde off her feet. Cringing in anticipation of the most gawdawful Superplex in the history of FAWN, the sold out crowd actually breathed a sigh of relief when Maddy pushed off the top turnbuckle and hurled them both into a tight little barrel roll. In the end Crane’s choice was less destructive than the alternative, yet it sure didn’t stop the FAWNatics from bellowing ‘HOLY SHYT!’ when the Princess of the Punchline landed on her knees while poor Jenny was THAWHAMMED down flat on her face, chest and tummy. The Avalanche Insult 2 Injury bounced Jacobs up by nearly a foot, but she didn’t flop over in mid-air, indeed she collided with the thinly-sheathed plywood a second time and would’ve stayed there some time if Maddy hadn’t hooked a Half Nelson and shoveled her onto her back.
Surprisingly quiet in the midst of all this cacophony, Crane slid forward and dropped the full weight of her backside on Jenny’s flushed cheek. It wasn’t a genuine smother, yet it didn’t stop the redhead from bearing down with all her weight after she’d bundled Jacobs’s legs under her armpits. Beside them, Nick dove in and slapped the mat, his count augmented by the roar of thousands of voices…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
“F*ckin’ A.” Mads muttered as the bell sounded. “I should probably stand up and let Nick raise my hand. And I would… if you hadn’t slammed a knee into my junk.”
Reaching back with one hand, she grabbed a huge hank of hair and raised her haunches just enough to twist Jenny’s head to the side. A great deal of Jacobites started to boo. Maddy found she didn’t give a damn. She dropped down, setting all her weight atop the Innovator’s forehead, mouth and nose. Already senseless in the wake of her fall, Jenny didn’t kick or squirm, didn’t even wriggle, really.
The Sultana mulled repaying the Low Blow with a Crotch Claw and ultimately decided against it. “Think I’ll just enjoy the peace and quiet for tonight.” Maddy mused as she bounced ever so slightly. “The rubber match though… that’ll be a different story.” Jenny made a soft burbling sound against her undercarriage and Maddy fell silent, the notorious motormouth leaned back with both hands braced against the mat. There’d be time for interviews, tweets, instagram posts and memes (soooo many memes) later on. For now she was content to let the weight of her glutes and Jenny’s helpless silence act do the talking for her.
MADDY CRANE:
Great swaths of FAWNatics leapt to their feet and roared approval as Shinedown’s ‘Cut The Cord’ hit the speakers. Maddy appeared with her music and threw a salute to the throng but didn‘t break her stride as she headed for the ring. For the fourth and possibly deciding bout with the woman she considered her archrival, Crane wore a black sports bra top and matching bikini bottoms crisscrossed with thin red belts worn bandolier style while her boots and pads were done in a shiny red. AS was her custom, the seat of Maddy’s trunks held a message, but tonight it wasn’t a joke or zinger, tonight it was a prophecy. It read simply:
2-2
At ringside in seemingly no time, Crane climbed onto the apron, waggled her hips in time to the music, then grabbed the top rope in both hands and vaulted into the squared circle. Claiming the ring as hers and hers alone, the Sultana of Slapstick strode to the center of the ring and turned around so her back was to the hard camera. Looking over one shoulder, she tapped the statement on her tush and said, “Scoreboard, JJ. You can either read it from here… or a lot closer up.”
The redhead was just settling into the far corner when the Announcer resumed his shtick. “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 Innovator of Offense, the NorCal Sensation, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds… JENNY JACOBS!"
JENNY JACOBS:
The Jacobites let loose with a thunderous roar when Cowboy Mouth stormed in at full gallop. Their noise grew all the more cacophonous when Jenny burst through the curtain and raised both J’s high overhead. Though she nodded approval to all those that mirrored the sigil back at her, the astute observer noted that the blonde never took her eyes off the woman in the ring. Then she lowered the J’s, transformed them into a pair of pistols and fired off stereo shots aimed straight for Maddy’s noggin. “You’re mine, big mouth. This ends tonight.” Promise made, she started down the aisle, not at her usual sprint, but a slow, calculating stride that made it look as though she were stalking the redhead.
For the first pay-per-view of the new year, Jenny wore a dark, emerald variant on her standard star-spangled indigo briefs, as well as a matching halter-style top with the cups held together by a small metal buckle in the shape of a star. Her boots and pads were a matching green and her hair hung in a sleek golden bob that fell to just below her ears.
Pausing in the shadow of the squared circle, Jacobs backed up a few steps, then bolted forward and dove under the bottom rope at full speed. On her feet in an instant, the Innovator went straight for Maddy only to be stopped short by Nick Castle. “Keep it in check for another thirty seconds, Jenny. That’s all I ask.”
Jenny didn’t try to get by the ref, but she did glare over his shoulder. “Hear that, Maddy? Thirty seconds until the beating begins.”
Crane looked at an invisible watch on her wrist and frowned. “Doesn’t give you long to put together a will, does it? Better get cracking, JJ.”
Jacobs glowered as she made her way to the other side of the ring, the blonde clearly irritated as she offered up her wrists, elbows and knees for final inspection.
With the sting of their last encounter still fresh in her mind, Maddy charged out of her corner with the clang of the bell, the limber redhead burning through the distance in several long strides as she readied for a Flying Forearm that’d deck Jenny’s ha-- Cool even in the face of this oncoming threat, Jacobs dipped her torso through the space between top and middle ropes. “Back her up, Nick.” she said even before Crane came to a stop. “Back her up so I can get out of the corner.”
Castle raised a hand to Mads, earning a scowl in return. “So you’re just gonna let her hide in the ropes?”
“She’s not hiding, Maddy. Everyone is afforded the same opportunHEY!”
Hands raised in innocence, the Sultana of Slapstick suddenly dipped around the unsuspecting official and THWHAPPED a rough hand upside the back of her blonde’s head. “Ducking me is part of the arsenal now, huh JJ?” Maddy barked as Castle hooked an arm around her waist and backed her away. “Guess that’s a good way to pad out that move list when you’re feeling sluggish.”
More irritated by the fact of the slap than the actual pain (which was already fading) Jacobs drew clear of the strands and flipped hair out of her face. “Avoiding cheap shots isn’t ducking, Crane. It’s called being a smart wrestler. Might be something you want to look in--” Maddy slipped Nick a second and got close enough to bury a hand in Jenny’s blonde tousle, unfortunately that was the extent of her offense, as Jenny promptly threaded one leg over the bottom strands. “I’m in the ropes, Castle.” she growled without breaking eye contact with Maddy. “So get this undisciplined piece of crap out of my NNNGGGHHH!”
Maddy released Jenny’s hair without prompting from Nick, however it was strictly to flatten that hand into a paddle and CRAAACK the Californian across the mouth. “You’ve needed that for a LONG time you arrogant bytch.” Crane snarled as the ref pulled her away from the corner. “Now spit out your teeth and get ready for--”
Aware that Maddy was partially corralled by the official but not giving a damn, the Innovator stormed forward and THWHACKED a looping right hand against the redhead’s cheek. Maddy staggered against Castle, who disengaged from the action less than a heartbeat thereafter. Keeping the other woman on her feet with a double handful of hair, Jenny stepped backward, twisted her hips and slung her rival into the turnbuckles with a low BWUUUNG!
Far from satisfied with a single swat, Jacobs braced her left forearm across Maddy’s chest and set to work scooping out great handfuls of redhead tummy with a flurry of body shots. She landed a solid half dozen without drawing a warning from the zebra, which meant if she called it off now she’d have enough time for her next salvo. Ending the abdominal battery with a single stiff Kneelift, Jenny hopped onto the second rope, thrust her own midsection into Crane’s face and raised the J’s high overhead. “GET READY, PEOPLE!” she shouted to all who would listen. “YOU’RE GONNA SEE ALL MY MOVES TONIGHT AND MADDY’S GONNA HELP! KEEP TRACK, NOW!”
One hand went deep into Maddy’s hair, all the better to yank her head back. Right fist cocked up beside her ear, Jacobs measured her shot and then brought her knuckles ‘whicking’ down over and over again. Primed for this task, the FAWNatics played choir without hesitation. ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!’
Jenny paused, hoisted the J again, then CRAAACKED her rival’s cheek with a Bytch Slap of her own! “All right Jenny, that’s enough.” Castle swatted the blonde’s left knee to emphasize the point. “Hop down and get her out of the WHOA!”
Eager for a quick exit following that rough treatment, Crane locked her arms around the former IC Champ’s upper thighs and clambered out into open water. In the next instant she went up on her toes and sank to one knee, thereby THWHUMPING Jenny’s undercarriage against her thigh. Jenny groaned, doubled over and immediately rocked back on her heels when the redhead checked her chin with a European Uppercut! “Go ahead and keep running your mouth, Jenny.” Crane sniped. “Every time you do I’ll be right here to slap it EERRRGGGHH!”
The NorCal Sensation sprang, twisted to one side and flicked out her right leg to THWHACK the base of Maddy’s skull with a Standing Enzugiri. The Happy Anarchist reeled but didn’t actually go down, so Jenny braced both hands against her chest and shoved her back against the buckles she’d so recently cleared. Jenny charged as soon as she was cornered, the vindictive Innovator leaving her feet in a short hop to better power the Forearm she slammed into her rival’s jaw. Snagging Crane’s right wrist as soon as she landed, Jacobs stepped in even closer, wedging her shoulder against Maddy’s sternum so she could bark in her ear. “You, YOU of all people is going to get on my case about trash talk? Honey, I could shyt talk you onto a stretcher and no one in this building would bat an eye!”
Maddy didn’t have any snark for that, so Jenny cleared off, dropped a shoulder and slung her burden across the squared circle with an Irish Whip. The corner approached far too quickly for Crane to produce actual offense, so she was forced to brace for impact as whirled around to collide with the thinly-padded steel spine first! As if that wasn’t unpleasant enough, the shiver was still running down Maddy’s spine when Jacobs rushed in and THWHACKED her with a second Flying Forearm Smash. “How’re those teeth doing, Mads?” Jenny taunted after claiming her rival’s wrist. “Want to spit them out or can I knock them down your throat?”
“Guuuhhhh… go f*ck yourself you smarmy cuNNNNGGHHHH!”
Jenny pounded that tuff washboard with the broadest part of her thigh, then slung Maddy away with a third Irish Whip! Crane’s back took another punishing impact, but when Jacobs tried to jack her jaw, the Glad Bomber whipped a foot into her foe’s mouth. Jenny bounced back, turned around and stumbled away, one hand on her mouth, the other reaching for the ropes on the other side of the ring. Presented with the glorious gift of Jacobs’s back, Mads grabbed the top rope, boosted herself onto the second rope and immediately leapt after her target. There was a loud PWAAAK followed by near unanimous cheers as Maddy pounded a single spiteful fist into the sturdy curve of blonde buttocks.
Reduced to near paralysis by the Snark Attack, Jenny didn’t resist when Crane trapped her right arm in a Half Nelson. Clamping down on the Californian’s right wrist in her left hand, the Princess of the Punchline jerked the limb across Jacobs’s throat and bore down tight. Jenny’s free arm started flailing at once, the partially bound Innovator stamping toward the sanctuary of the-- “GAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”
Crane whirled her prey in a rough circle, planted her feet and went right on shaking. “Ask her. Ask her!” Maddy demanded of Castle even as the trapped battler started clapping awkward slaps off her belly.
Careful to approach from the safest angle possible, Nick said, “What do you say, Jenny? Need me to call it?”
“Hell no!” the blonde rasped. “This FLUKE got lucky once, that’s NNNNNGGGGGGGHHHH!”
Maddy reared back on her heels, forcing her nemesis to do the same. Then she snapped forward and dropped onto her stomach, which THWHUNKED Jenny down flat on her face, chest and belly. Clutch still intact, Crane scooted to a seat and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the painful submission.
COBRA CLUTCH FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gr2JOf2XJ80
“Does this look like a fluke to you?” she asked through clenched teeth. “Does this FEEL like a fluke, Jenny? Go on, sweetheart, ANSWER ME!”
But Jacobs didn’t answer, her current predicament was much too painful to waste time or energy on words. Grabbing at the redhead’s wrists with both hands, Jenny braced her elbows against the canvas and leaaaaaaaned back as best she could. This adjustment did nothing for the pain in her neck (and it spawned a brand new ache in the small of her back) what it did offer was enough space to get a hand, and then a knee under her straining torso. From there it only took a bit of squirming to make it to a seat and though the Cobra Clutch was still sunk in deep, the blonde felt much better about her situat-- “NGGGHHHH!” the Innovator groaned in hurt surprise when Crane stood halfway up, then dropped back down, driving the point of her knee deep between opposing shoulders.
“C’mon, Jenny.” Mads reefed back on the Cobra Clutch while jostling it back and forth, making it impossible for Jacobs to ignore that intruding joint. “You’re so much better than me, you’ve gotta have at least a thousand ways to get out of this. So lets see it!” She drew back her knee and punished her foe’s vertebrae again.
Castle saw the pain etched on Jacobs’s face and though he was fairly certain of the response, the ref wasn’t satisfied until he asked, “How you doing, Jenny? Need me to call for the bell?” The NorCal Sensation stopped worrying at her attacker’s hands and waggled a finger in Nick’s direction. “No need, Nick.” she grunted. “Maddy will lose interest in the hold as soon as she hears about the latest funny cat video on EEERRRRRGGGGGHHHH!”
A surprised murmur from the FAWNatics as Crane brought her noggin forward and down to clout the former IC Champion across the base of the neck. “Not gonna get bored, ass hat.” the redhead taunted. “Wrestling rings around you is my new favorite thing!”
Jenny started to scoff, then ‘eeeped’ in protest as the Princess of the Punchline abruptly abandoned the Cobra Clutch in favor or a Hammerlock on her rival’s right arm. Understanding the threat as soon as she felt Crane slip her right arm through the triangle created by her forearm and bicep, Jenny shot her left hand up and clamped down on Maddy’s left wrist to block the Crossface Chickenwing. Maddy cursed, leaned in against Jenny’s back and punished her with several more short Kneelifts. “Not this time, JJ.” she growled. “No ‘accidental’ thumb in the eye is gonna keep me from tapping you OOOWWWWW F*CK!”
More than willing to meet Maddy’s rough tactics with some of her own, Jacobs set her fingers against the inside of her opponent’s left wrist and gave the pressure point a good squeeze. Crane’s grip popped open at once, her whole arm tingling like she’d touched a live wire! Scrambling to boot leather the instant she was free, Jenny swung around, noted Maddy still on her knees and took advantage with a double handful of hair. Without so much as a word she tugged the other woman forward and THWHONKED her between the eyes with a Knee Strike worthy of Autumn Sammain or Mercy Ellis. Maddy would’ve reeled a lot farther if not for the hair-hold, as it was jerked into a Front Facelock and quickly reintroduced to the canvas as Jenny laid her out with a Short Snap DDT.
Crane hit hard and bounced up onto her knees, where she would’ve slopped to the side if Jacobs hadn’t once again propped her up with a steadying hand. Back to full verticality after a crisp little kip up, Jenny raced into the ropes in front of her foe and came back twice as fast. Dropping into something like a seated baseball slide as she skidded past, Jacobs hooked her right arm across Maddy’s chest and snapped onto her back to THWHUMP Crane’s skull with a truncated Reverse STO! Crane flopped over onto her back and this time Jenny let her stay there, it made it much easier for the Innovator to float over and hook the far leg for…
LOW RUNNING STO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4-PKFMODa4
ONE…
TWO…
Mads pulled her leg free and turned onto her side, facing away from Jenny. “What was that about wrestling rings around me?” Jacobs planted her left knee against the side of Maddy’s head and pushed up, forcing her other woman to carry her weight in most unpleasant fashion. “You’re good, Maddy. I’ve said that from the very beginning, whether you’ll admit it or not. But in a series of matches like this? Sweetie, the gulf between you and I is going to show wider and wider every time we lock up.” She put her right hand on the redhead’s hip and clamped down, making all the more difficult for Crane to squirm free of that grinding knee.
“What do you say, Maddy?” Nick asked after watching his charge’s feet kicking for the better part of fifteen seconds. “Have you had enough?”
“Still conscious, Castle Crasher.” she grunted at once. “Means I ain’t even sorta had enougNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Jenny pushed up just long enough to THWHUMP her other knee into Crane’s ribs, which in turn gave her all the time she needed to peel her adversary off the deck. Clasping her hands across the nape of Maddy’s neck as soon as they were both vertical, Jacobs kept the redhead looking at the floor so she could shell her tummy with a withering barrage of left-right-left Kneelifts. The suffering Sultana corralled Jenny’s neck in a clasp of her own, but she couldn’t disrupt the blonde’s rhythm long enough to land any answering shots, which made for a short, breathless backpedal into the rubber-coated steel. Continuing to pound away even now that Crane had nowhere to go, Jenny landed a few more after the ref’s warning, but called it off before Nick could issue a warning.
Hands on her hips as Maddy slumped with her butt against the second strand, Jacobs chided, “Still conscious, huh? So what you’re saying is I’ve got permission to knock your ass NNNNNGGGGHHH!”
The Happy Anarchist straightened up just long enough to pound an elbow into the blonde’s chin. “You’re gonna have to, JJ.” she spat. “Too bad you’re not tough enoNNNNGGGGGHH!”
Jacobs THWHUMPED a hateful knee into the redhead’s kidney, then stacked her up against the ropes and CRAAACKED her cheek with a Bytch Slap. “You don’t get to question my toughness, asshole.” the blonde snarked as she backed up a few steps. “You of all people.” Maddy was too gut-shot to answer, which was fine with Jenny as it meant she didn’t have to listen to any more shyt talk before she rushed in and caught her rival across the chest with a big Clothesline! Caught flush by the heavy strike, Crane was knocked from her moorings and sent looping over the top rope to land in a hard, ungainly sprawl near the foot of the entrance ramp.
All fired up now that she had the place to herself, Jenny raised the double J’s for the Jacobites and backed into the center of the squared circle. “MADDY’S LOOKIN’ KINDA TIRED!” she shouted at the top of her lungs. “SHOULD I LET HER REST? OR SHOULD I GO OUT THERE AND GET HER!?”
The FAWNatics answered with a bellowing ‘GET HER!’ chant, as if there was ever any doubt. More than abide by their decision, Jenny settled into a crouch and waited until she spied Maddy picking herself up off the floor. Then she whirled, ran the ropes behind her and made a beeline for the recovering redhead. Crouching down as she reached the other set of ropes, Jenny dipped her knees and launched herself through the gap between top and middle rope, the Innovator doing an excellent impression of surface to air missile as she-- THWHACK!
Maddy hopped up and flicked out her right foot to catch the high flying blonde square in the mush with her favorite Crane Kick! Shorted out by the brutal collision, Jenny hung half in and half out of the ring until the unsympathetic redhead reared back and slapped the taste out of her mouth! Jenny’s head snapped back and the rest of her followed after, the knock-kneed lovely stumbling in a whole field of fencepost holes while the Glad Bomber hopped onto the apron. Far too preoccupied with her throbbing jaw to notice Maddy’s new position, Jacobs remained dangerously oblivious until a loud roar from the crowd burned through the fog swirling behind her eyes. Lifting her head a heartbeat thereafter, the stunned blonde caught an excellent glimpse of Maddy soaring into her airspace, then the redhead snatched a double handful of hair and her view shifted to an extreme close-up of the canvas as Crane dropped to a seat and THWHONKED her forehead into the thinly-sheathed plywood courtesy of a Springboard Sit-Out Facebuster.
SPRINGBOARD SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=w7YVH_8B9R8
Jacobs hit full force and reared back on her knees, both hands flying north to protect her nose and forehead. The residual momentum started to fade and Jenny with it, the blonde tottering to her left, but rather than end up on her side she got yanked up straight thanks to a double handful of hair. “Off the hair, Mads.” Castle scolded as the Princess of the Punchline hauled the NorCal Sensation to something like verticality. “You know better than that.”
“Sure do!” Snarky as ever, yet Crane spoke true because she relinquished the blonde’s locks just as soon as she’d reeled her into a Front Facelock. She augmented this control with a huge handful of Jenny’s trunks and though she didn’t say a word, there was most definitely a glint in Maddy’s eye when she yanked those briefs (and the blonde to which they were attached) high into the air. Of course the wedgie was all but forgotten as soon as Crane dropped backward and SPIKED her foe’s forehead against the mat! Jenny bounced loose and rolled over onto her back, looking well and truly impaled in the wake of Crane’s huge DDT. The ring was still shivering with aftershocks when the Happy Anarchist pounced across Jacobs’s chest and hooked the far leg for…
IMPLANT DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=w7YVH_8B9R8
ONE…
TWO…
Jenny pushed her rival away, sat up and ate a straight right hand to the mush for her insolence. “Watch the closed fists, Maddy!” Nick muttered from a safe distance.
“I did!” Crane noted after she’d rolled the Innovator onto her stomach. “That’s why it landed so flush!”
On her feet before the zinger was finished, Maddy helped herself to Jenny’s left leg and folded it at the knee just in time to step around it and drop onto the blonde’s back like she was going for an STF. But rather than secure a Facelock or a Sleeper or any of the more common variations, the Sultana of Slapstick reached around Jacobs’s head with both hands and staked her claim to both wrists. With Jenny’s right wrist in her left hand and vice versa, Crane pulled the Straightjacket tight against Jacobs’s chin even as she wrenched backward bore down on the captured leg.
Content to let her innovative (yeah, I said it) hold wear down the struggling battler, Maddy gnashed and ground away at Jenny’s reserves for a good ten seconds and probably would’ve kept right on working if Castle hadn’t hurried over to check for himself. “How you doing, Jenny? Need me to call for the bell?”
The unpleasant snugness of her own forearms made it impossible for Jenny to shake her head, so she was forced to waste some oxygen on a rasped ‘NO!’ Maddy took it all in stride, the redhead showing remarkable patience and faith while Jacobs’s face flushed from pink to red. “I’ve got you cinched in tight, JJ.” she said after jostling the Straightjacket back n’ forth. “One leg and both arms belong to me, I don’t care how creative you are, there’s no way to get from here to aaaaaaaaaaaaaaall the way over there,” she pulled back on the blonde’s wrists to give her a better view of the ropes, “on one leg. So tap out and I’ll let you go.”
“Yuuuuhhhh…. you’re right, Maddy.” Jenny gurgled. “There’s…nuuuhhh… no way to drag myself to the ropes. So I’ll have to… have to…” Jacobs snapped her right leg up and in, driving that heel into the strong curve of her tormentor’s glutes.
Crane winced at the impact but made no effort to abandon her hooks, in fact she CRAAAAAAANKED up on the straightjacket so hard she got an ugly croak from the struggling Innovator. “Good try, Jenny. Good try, but not good enouHERGH-EERRGGGGHH!”
Jacobs kicked twice more, the third shot striking Maddy directly on the tailbone. The resultant jolt caused the redhead’s grip to slip and Jenny immediately wrenched a hand loose. Rather than scrabble for purchase on the mat, she grabbed hold of Crane’s remaining Wristlock and pulled it close enough to “OOOOOWWWWW BYTCH!” The Happy Anarchist shrieked in pain as Jenny bit down on the soft meat of her hand. “NICK, SHE’S BITING!”
Aware of the infraction, Castle strode over and tapped Jacobs on the shoulder. “Knock it off, Jenny. Don’t make me start a cou--” Crane curled her other hand into a fist and pounded it into the back of the blonde’s skull three times in rapid succession. This tactic freed her other hand from Jenny’s maw and Mads paid back the bit of toothy nastiness by snatching a whole lotta hair and THWHUNKING the blonde’s forehead into the mat.
As pleasurable as she found that sound, Crane was in no mood to break her hold on a demand from the official, so instead of battering Jenny into a stupor she curled her right arm around the other woman’s throat and went back to work with a more traditional STF.
STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mYSym9MbfsA
“GIVE UP!” Maddy bellowed as she put more and more torque on the body-bending submission. “SUBMIT, JENNY!”
The Girl of 8,675,309 Moves didn’t speak, didn’t even waggle her head, she just gouged splayed fingers into the mat and began draaaaaaaaaagging herself toward the edge of the ring. Maddy noted the destination, snorted and kept it all in, the deceptively powerful grappler just pouring it on in an effort to make the former Intercontinental Champion submit for a second time. Sensing the danger their heroine faced, the Jacobites leapt to their feet and started a ‘LETS GO JENNY!’ chant that was swiftly answered by ‘LETS GO MADDY!’ from the redhead’s supporters.
Caught in the eye of this two-part maelstrom, Maddy and Jenny continued their battle of wits, wiles and wills with Jacobs seemingly getting the better of it, as the distance between her questing hands and the ropes grew smaller and smaller. Inches above the straining Innovator, Maddy could feel her shoulders and legs starting to cramp from holding the pair of submissions for so long, yet she couldn’t bring herself to let Jenny reach the strands without enduring even more punishment. With Jacobs’s right hand less than a foot away from the bottom rope, Maddy undid the STF and scrambled into a heavy mount on the blonde’s lower back. “NO! NO! NO GODDAMMITEERRRRGGGHHH!” Jenny wailed long and loud when Crane hooked her biceps and yanked them backward over the planes of her thighs.
“Yes, yes, yes, baby.” the Glad Bomber growled through clenched teeth. “It’s tap out time.” S-Grip secured under her prey’s chin, Maddy rocked back on her heels and tried her damndest to break Jenny in half with a hellacious Camel Clutch!
Amazed at Jenny’s resilience and Maddy’s tenacity in linking her holds together, Castle got as close to the action as he dared without actually getting in their way. “Tell me something, Jenny. Do you need me to--”
“STOP CODDLING HER!” Maddy snarled. “Just back off and wait for the wailing to staF*CK!”
Jacobs slipped an arm free of Maddy’s trap, lunged forward and gripped the bottom rope like it was a lifeline.” “BREAK!” the NorCal Sensation wailed. “GET THE HELL OFFA ME, ASSHOLE!”
Knowing her time was limited, Crane made the most of it by burying her hands in Jenny’s locks and pulling back until the wail was a full on scream. “FOUR!’ made her break the hold and Mads backed off without complaint, allowing a mewling Jenny to drag herself under the ropes to the outside. Castle put a hand on Maddy’s tummy at once, just in case the Original Pranksta’ entertained ideas of following her prey to the floor. Crane made no move to get through the strands, though she very much wanted to. The reason for this show of restraint wasn’t the threat of a warning from the official and certainly not any newfound appreciation for her opponent’s wherewithal. In truth, the chain of submissions had left Mads aching and short of breath and rather than tempt fate she backed into the center of the squared circle and waited with hands on her hips.
Down on the floor, Jacobs pushed to all fours and simply took deep breaths as she tried to fight through the worst of her exhaustion. Hair hanging in her face, the Innovator didn’t even make an attempt to rise until Nick reached ‘EIGHT!’ on his count and then it was only to grab hold of the apron. Hating each and every one of the aches Crane inflicted upon her, Jenny clambered to boot leather only to scramble to the other side of the narrow aisle in case the ginger skank was lining up a cheap shot. The sight of Maddy watching her from dead center did nothing to soothe the weary blonde’s chagrin.
“Stop milking the count, princess.” Maddy called over the rest of the noise. “We’re not done yet.”
Jenny waited until Castle’s latest toll (THIRTEEN!) before she deigned to reply. “That’s where you’re wrong, brat. I am DONE f*cking around with you.”
Snarling at the condescension she heard in the other woman’s voice, Crane stormed past Nick, sat on the middle rope and pushed down while simultaneously raising the top rope in her right hand. “Oh, so you’ve had enough of this, have you? Well please, waddle your overrated ass in here and finish the job!”
Jenny stepped forward, paused when the FAWNatics broke into a ‘KICK HER ASS!’ chant. Whether it was directed at her or Maddy she couldn’t say, so Jacobs chose to ignore it in favor of locking eyes with the redhead. “Watch your mouth, loser. Otherwise you’ll have even less to say after I sit on your face.”
Castle tried to raise the count, but Maddy held up a hand. “Might as well ring the bell now, Nick. JJ’s started talking crazy, I think I broke NNNNGGGHHH!”
Jenny stepped in, reared back and CRAAACKED her rival’s yammering mouth with a Bytch Slap that had the first several rows cringing in sympathetic pain. “Open it again and I’ll slap you numb.” the NorCal Sensation promised. “Open it a third time and I’ll shut it for f*cking goOODEERGGGHHH!”
Maddy dove through the ropes and barreled into Jenny with something that was equal parts Double Axehandle and Suicide Dive. Whatever you called it, the makeshift maneuver sent both ladies across the aisle where Jacobs BWUUUNKED into the steel guardrail. She groaned, sagged and tried to clench, but Mads stood her up and went to work with a furious fusillade of body blows that SPANKED off Jacobs’s ribs. Pausing only when Jenny was practically doubled over, the Sultana of Slapstick straightened her up with a handful of hair and growled, “I don’t care how goddamned good you are every other night, Jacobs. Tonight I outwork you if it’s the last thing I doOOOWHOOAAANNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Jenny hooked an arm around her tormentor’s chest, snatched hold of opposing waistband and charged the ring, or more precisely, *into* the ring, as she BWUUUNKED the small of Maddy’s back against the unforgiving apron. Mads wailed, arched her back, then wailed again when Jacobs drew her away and repeated the spine-ramming tactic. “That’s where you’re wrong, motor-mouth.” Jenny’s tone was equal parts ice and acid as she hooked Maddy’s arms and roughly draped them over the bottom rope. “Talking all your shyt? Promising to beat me? THAT was the last thing you’re gonna do.”
Oh so eager for some payback, Jenny put the crown of her skull against Crane’s chest and promptly unleashed a torrent of torment in the form of a several hooks to the ribs, a genuine baker’s dozen to be precise. Finishing that set far too quickly for her liking, the resurgent Sensation braced a Forearm against the New Yorker’s tits and scooped out great big swaths of tummy by THWHUMPING the broadest part of her thigh across that trim but defenseless expanse.
Nick, who’d reset, then paused his count when the hockey fight started (brass’s call, not his) cleared his throat following Jacobs’s fifth gut-churning shot. “Get her off the ropes, Jenny. And get her back in the ring.”
Jenny flipped hair out of her face, nodded once and then plowed a vengeful Haymaker directly into her opponent’s midsection. “Girl treated me like I was her bytch in the center of that ring, Nick.” the former IC Champion huffed. “So I’m going to show her how that feels outside the ring. And don’t you DARE speed up that count.”
Only inches away, Maddy chuckled and raised her head. “Right. The refs have given you special treatment for years and they’re going to stop now? Go f*ck yourself, JJAAAAUUUGGGHHHH!”
Jacobs spiked Crane’s tummy and clouted her across the rack with a Forearm Smash for good measure. “Special treatment? Special treatment?” the NorCal Sensation sounded ready to spit nails as she tugged Maddy loose from her trap. “The ONLY special treatment I get in this organization is from the fans and you know why I get that?”
“Uuuuuhhhhh… a certain willingness to post bikini pics on your Instagram feEERRGAAHHH FAAAAAHK!”
Crane’s sass came to an abrupt an violent end as the fuming beauty hooked her for what looked like a Jenny-Cide. But instead of a flip, Jacobs muscled her burden high into the air and THWHUNKED her into the edge of the apron spine-first! Falling deathly silent after her initial scream, Maddy stumbled, landed on all fours and flopped over onto her back when Jenny THWHUMPED a Soccer Kick into her ribs! “Talk shyt, get hit, that’s how it goes, right?” Jenny asked as she laid claim to her foe’s right wrist and ankle. “I’ve got a better version. Talk shyt, scream for mercy. Doesn’t rhyme, but I think it’ll catch on.”
Maddy offered no rejoinder one way or the other, so Jacobs capitalized on the silence by dragging her a little ways away from the ring. After a quick once over to confirm the placement, Jenny clapped her hands, stepped over the ravaged redhead and hopped onto the apron. “Of course, you might not be able to scream when the match is over, but I’m sure everyone will appreciate the effort.”
Increasingly unhappy with the tone set by his charges, Castle followed Jenny from the other side as she headed toward the far corner. “What’re you doing, Jenny? This isn’t no count out or No DQ. So don’t--”
“Enough Nick!” she snapped. “I KNOW what kind of match this is. It’s the kind where I show the world once and for all that Maddy Crane just isn’t on my level. Now either count me out, disqualify me or stay the hell out of my way!” The Innovator didn’t give him a chance to respond before she tore off down the narrow ledge, leapt off and earned a raucous ‘HOLY SHYT!’ chant by CRUSHING Maddy beneath a flawless Shooting Star Press! Maddy shuddered hard and almost gagged beneath the blonde’s weight, though she made no effort to escape, either because she knew it wasn’t a falls count anywhere bout or she simply didn’t have the strength.
SHOOTING STAR FROM THE APRON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c5tsI3-gs58
T’was a moot point anyway, as Jenny got to her feet without so much as hooking a leg. Moving down to the redhead’s feet, Jacobs ‘snapped’ her trunks into place and muttered, “You stretched the ever lovin’ hell out of me earlier, Maddy. It’s time I returned the favor.” Then she turned around, dropped into a crouch and took possession of Crane’s ankles, which earned a loud cheer from the Jacobites. Returning to full verticality with the other wrestler’s boots in her possession, Jenny tucked ’em under her arms, then flipped over and forced Mads to do the same.
INVERTED BOSTON CRAB @ 1:04
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pv0CY-AfPAY
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH SHHHHHHIIIIIIITTT!” Maddy sobbed in anguish as Jenny dropped into a deep crouch to complete the Inverted Boston Crab. The Princess of the Punchline moaned in pain, but didn’t reach for her back or even question why the blonde was working a submission outside the ring. Because this wasn’t just about wins and losses anymore, or at least, not entirely. Over the last fifteen minutes it had grown into a test where one woman subjected her rival to the very worst she could muster. Maddy had done it to Jenny with the STF’s and Camel Clutch earlier, now Jenny was doing the same, only there were no ropes to grant a reprieve. Even so, the redhead braced her hands against the cool blue mats, puuuuuuuuushed up and slowly started crawling toward the barricade.
“Where do you think you’re going, funny girl?” Jenny huffed. “You really think I’m going to let you go? I’ve got waaaaaaay too much count left to let you go!”
Crane thought the blonde was f*cking with her head, but then she heard Castle toll ‘FIVE!’ and knew she was telling the truth. Not about to give voice to the anguish clawing at the back of her throat, Mads grunted, “Thought I’d take a stroll over to the barricade, JJ. I know how you blondes tend to love shiny OH F*CK, NO YOU DON’TTEERRRRRGGGAAAAAHHH!”
Apparently not satisfied with the damage being done, Jacobs reached down, unclasped her hands and slapped at her opponent’s vulnerable sides. Maddy knew what the bytch was doing and tried to hold out as long as she could, but the undefended kidney shots quickly took their toll and she reached back in hopes of raising a defense. Of course that was just what Jenny wanted and she laid claim to Crane’s wrists, just as she’d claimed her ankles. Smiling to the crowd as they buzzed in anticipation (not to mention worry) Jenny lifted her burden off the mat and started swinging her back n’ forth in an agonizing Rocking Horse Crab!
ROCKING HORSE CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RlIAGuU39ow
“So you wanted to go see the barricade, honey?” the Innovator taunted. “Then lets go see it!” Moving quite quickly despite the ungainly arrangement, Jacobs trundled across the aisle until she was face to face with the folks in the front row.
Poor Maddy however was more like face to knee and in between was the unforgiving steel of the guardrail. “Don’t even think about it, JenNGH!” The NorCal Sensation BWONKED her foe’s noggin into the barricade hard enough to knock it back a few inches.
“Oh, do me a favor and hold onto that, would you?” she asked of the FAWNatics. “Don’t want any of you to bruise your knees while I’m denting Maddy’s skull!” Several of the faithful took her up on this request, meaning there was even less give in the barricade when Jenny unleashed the head-rocking attack another half dozen times!
A short distance away, Nick reached ‘SIXTEEN!’ on the count and wondered if his charges were going to endure the aggravation of a double count-out. The thought had barely left his mind when Jenny unceremoniously dropped Maddy to the floor, put a boot on the small of her back and raised the J’s for her raucous supporters. After that she looked over her shoulder and showed the ref an index finger. “Be right there, Mr. Castle!” True to her word, she grabbed Crane by trunks and tresses, and hauled her to verticality, albeit in stages. Swinging around to face the ring, Jacobs took a couple giant steps forward and slung the Sultana of Slapstick under the bottom rope right at ‘NINETEEN!’
On the apron in the same breath, Jenny leapt to the high rent district and sank into a deep crouch. Happy he didn’t have to explain a non-finish to the brass, Castle cleared off the ropes and glanced between the two wrestlers. Only then did he see the splatter of red on Crane’s forehead and understand she’d been busted open by the barricade. “Holy crap Maddy, are you--” Jenny leapt from her perch, pulled off a mid-air toe touch, then stretched out for a Frog Splash only to shift and THAWHAM the point of her elbow into Maddy’s sternum! The Bosu Elbow Drop sent Maddy’s legs jolting into the air, so Jenny bundled ‘em both up and leaned in close for…
BOSU ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0gDMt-aDoHs
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Mads shot an arm into the air, halting the count with half a second to spare. Jenny leaned back on her knees, ran a forearm across her brow and sighed. “Try to get in position next time, Castle. That was three.”
“It was two and half, we both know that.” Nick countered. “Focus on the match, Jenny.”
“So should you.” she snapped.
Helping herself to a handful of Crane’s slightly redder hair, Jacobs forced her opponent to boot leather, switched over to a Wristlock and slung her at the ropes. Only instead of releasing she dug in her heels and pulled the Happy Anarchist back, all the better to dip under Maddy’s right arm while also hooking her across the chest. No theatrics, no preamble, the Girl of 8,675,309 Moves dipped her knees, launched herself into a flawless back-flip and PLANTED Maddy in the center of the ring with the Jenny-Cide! Jacobs splashed down on the prone woman’s chest a heartbeat later, then hooked the far leg and pulled Crane’s knee up to her chin. Baring her teeth for the hard camera, Jenny nodded in time with the ref’s count of…
JENNY-CIDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uElA3nbcLX8
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Maddy kicked loose and sprawled onto her hip, the narrow escape earning her a thunderous cheer from the whole arena! Hands in her hair, Jacobs took a deep breath to steady her nerves before she clambered to her feet. “Should’ve stayed down, Mads.” Jenny huffed after she’d moved south to grab the redhead’s ankles. “No shame in getting pinned in the center of the ring. Now though… they’re gonna hear you submit.”
Quickly angling Crane’s right shin behind her prey’s left knee, Jenny tucked Maddy’s left foot under her armpit, then bent her knees and reached a hand through the center of that dangerous ‘4’. Fingers laced across the meat of Crane’s left thigh, Jacobs dropped into a deeper crouch and-- Maddy reached up, snatched a massive handful of hair and jerked the Innovator close enough to pound a short punch into her face! Jacobs grunted, steadied her footing and tried to turn Maddy over again, but the Original Pranksta held on tight and pounded her forehead three more times. “Give it up, bytch.” the blonde snarled, frustration evident in her voice. “You’re donNEEERRRGGGGHHH!”
Maddy caught Jenny’s nose between the first knuckles of her middle and index fingers and twiiiisssssted until the Innovator’s eyes started to water. “Sure about that, f*cker? Doesn’t feel like I’m UUNNNNNNGGHH!”
Jenny relinquished her attempt at the Ladder, but shifted her grip to the redhead’s ankles. Stretching Crane’s legs wide, Jenny hopped up and came down with the point of one knee THWHUMPING into her rival’s crotch! Maddy sobbed in anguish and curled into a tight ball as Jacobs tossed her stems away. “Ok, you snickering bag of shyt.” Jenny muttered as she ‘snapped’ her distended briefs across her glutes. “I’ll put you in the highlight reel one more time.”
Crane didn’t have the energy to respond, but she did groan aloud when Jacobs grabbed a double handful of hair and peeled her off the mat. A brisk SLAP across Maddy’s bloodied face drew no real response, so Jenny moved a hand to the back of her neck and led / marched her over to the nearest corner. The Innovator BWUUUNGED Crane’s mug against the rough canvas on general principle, then turned her around and went low with a Shoulderblock that put her butt on the middle buckle. A quick grunt and lift muscled Maddy onto the top turnbuckle, where she stayed while Jenny mounted the middle rope. Going back to Crane’s hair, Jenny hooked as much as she could and slowly forced the other woman to rise. A dangerous predicament, one that grew all the more so when they both climbed to the top rope.
Exhaustion and the position made her much slower than usual, but neither stopped her from curling her right arm across Maddy’s chest or dipping her head under the Sultana’s right-- there was an “UNGH!” followed by a gasp from the crowd as Mads crooked her arm into a ‘V’ and pounded the point of her elbow into the nape of Jacobs’s neck once, twice, three times! Unwilling to relinquish the position with victory so close, Jenny clamped down on the redhead’s shoulder, then snagged a handful of waistband and gave it a sharp yank. “It’s over, Crane.” she growled through clenched teeth. “Don’t make it any worSEERRGGGHHH!”
The Happy Anarchist went ahead and battered Jacobs’s noggin hard enough to make both ladies sway on their dangerous perch. Finishing her salvo with a whispered curse, Maddy coiled her right arm around the blonde’s head in a Front Facelock, then shrugged the arm off her chest so she could hook some trunks of her own. Now set for a Superplex, albeit one facing the wrong way, Crane punished the Innovator with a spiteful wedgie and grunted, “How bad can it be, JJ? We’re both about to make the highlight reel.”
A heartbeat passed and then Maddy caused quite a few skipped beats when she dipped her knees and hoisted the blonde off her feet. Cringing in anticipation of the most gawdawful Superplex in the history of FAWN, the sold out crowd actually breathed a sigh of relief when Maddy pushed off the top turnbuckle and hurled them both into a tight little barrel roll. In the end Crane’s choice was less destructive than the alternative, yet it sure didn’t stop the FAWNatics from bellowing ‘HOLY SHYT!’ when the Princess of the Punchline landed on her knees while poor Jenny was THAWHAMMED down flat on her face, chest and tummy. The Avalanche Insult 2 Injury bounced Jacobs up by nearly a foot, but she didn’t flop over in mid-air, indeed she collided with the thinly-sheathed plywood a second time and would’ve stayed there some time if Maddy hadn’t hooked a Half Nelson and shoveled her onto her back.
Surprisingly quiet in the midst of all this cacophony, Crane slid forward and dropped the full weight of her backside on Jenny’s flushed cheek. It wasn’t a genuine smother, yet it didn’t stop the redhead from bearing down with all her weight after she’d bundled Jacobs’s legs under her armpits. Beside them, Nick dove in and slapped the mat, his count augmented by the roar of thousands of voices…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
“F*ckin’ A.” Mads muttered as the bell sounded. “I should probably stand up and let Nick raise my hand. And I would… if you hadn’t slammed a knee into my junk.”
Reaching back with one hand, she grabbed a huge hank of hair and raised her haunches just enough to twist Jenny’s head to the side. A great deal of Jacobites started to boo. Maddy found she didn’t give a damn. She dropped down, setting all her weight atop the Innovator’s forehead, mouth and nose. Already senseless in the wake of her fall, Jenny didn’t kick or squirm, didn’t even wriggle, really.
The Sultana mulled repaying the Low Blow with a Crotch Claw and ultimately decided against it. “Think I’ll just enjoy the peace and quiet for tonight.” Maddy mused as she bounced ever so slightly. “The rubber match though… that’ll be a different story.” Jenny made a soft burbling sound against her undercarriage and Maddy fell silent, the notorious motormouth leaned back with both hands braced against the mat. There’d be time for interviews, tweets, instagram posts and memes (soooo many memes) later on. For now she was content to let the weight of her glutes and Jenny’s helpless silence act do the talking for her.