Post by dsb on Dec 19, 2018 21:19:04 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger, 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!"
This proclamation resulted in a mixed reaction, still leaning heavy on the jeer side, though some lapsed Jacobites cheered for their old leader if only because she wasn’t a member of Miranda’s insidious congregation. The split reaction didn’t stop Invincible from storming the speakers, nor did it keep the NorCal Sensation from breezing through the curtain immediately thereafter. Noting the smatter of cheers with nothing more than a slight scowl, the Innovator raised a pair of J’s overhead, then strapped an invisible belt around her waist before heading down the ramp.
JENNY JACOBS:
For her first shot at the big belt since dropping it to that hateful Songbird last year, Jenny wore the dead black version of her ‘starstruck’ 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 dark, ugly red while her hair was pulled back in a short, severe ponytail. As quick to run her mouth as ever before, Jacobs got into it with every fan on the aisle, especially a few brats that dared wave a Mallory Slade sign in her face. Dismissing them all with a J turned middle finger, she broke away from the idiots with a quick sprint that took her under the bottom rope and into the middle of the ring in a single smooth dive. Deftly avoiding Nick Castle so she could roll up on the cameraman, Double J explained, “I don’t need a flock and I don’t need a court. Because this,” she spread her arms wide, indicating the squared circle, “is my Church AND my kingdom. And I rule it with an iron hand.”
The show cut back to the Announcer, mic already at his lips. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Oxrun Station Connecticut, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is the Weeping Angel, the Queen of Nightmares, the Daughter of Darkness and the FAWN World Champion, ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
GLORY & GORE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSVBkD4IRhg
The lights faded away as the soft, eerie opening ‘Glory and Gore’ poured through the speakers. For a moment there was nothing but darkness and pinpricks of cell phone light, then a few lights on either side of the stage ‘whoomped’ on to reveal an ankle-deep carpet of fog. Still no sign of the World Champion and that was the way it stayed until a cold blue light illuminated the gloomy recession leading to the curtain. A figure swung down from the ceiling of that narrow throat, a figure hanging by her knees from a bar suspended just out of camera view. Arms crossed over her chest, Adelaide Brewster opened her eyes, then twisted loose and landed on her feet just as her anthem warned ‘Now we’re in the ring and we’re coming for blood.’
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
Alone on the stage for what seemed like the first time in months, if not years, Adelaide reached to the small of her back and undid the clasp that held the World Title in place. Raising it to shoulder level, she extended her tongue and sloooooooooowly licked the glimmering faceplate, much to the disgust of those in attendance. Brewster greeted their disdain with a poisonous smile, then slung the belt over one shoulder and started down the aisle. For tonight’s bloodletting the World Champion wore a gleaming black two-piece done in crushed velvet that showed off the power in her hips and shoulders in almost agonizing detail. The look was accented with a clunky black belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching black boots and pads.
Reaching the ring quickly without once letting her eyes leave the heretical blonde Innovator, Adelaide slunk under the bottom ropes, pushed to her feet and took possession of the center. Taking a moment to lick her canines in full view of the challenger, she hoisted the belt high and threw her head back to ‘FWOOOOOOOOSH’ a cloud of Crimson Mist into the air. Oh so eager to deposit yet another cut of screaming bikini meat on West’s door, the Weeping Angel handed the belt to Nick Castle, then stalked to her corner for one last inspection.
An interesting mix of cheers and jeers when the CLANG of the bell brought the World Title tilt to order. For neither champion or challenger were anywhere near what you’d call fan favorites, but there were plenty in attendance who remembered the first time these particular wrestlers met and clashed over a different title more than four years ago. Heading to the center of the squared circle with a noticeable spring in her step, Adelaide readied her hands for the clinch only to lunge in low for a Single Leg Takedown that would’ve dumped the blonde on her back if Jacobs hadn’t spun aside at the last possible instant. Taking the Churchgoer’s back with a Waistlock before she could get turned around, Jacobs popped her hips for a German Suplex that didn’t go anywhere because Brewster snatched her wrists in a death-grip and sank into a near squat to boot. A Back Elbow aimed at Jenny’s cheek missed the mark, so Adelaide raked the heel of her boot down the Innovator’s left shin, then twisted free of the Waistlock when the heathen hissed in pain.
Quick to snag a wrist as she exited the Waistlock, Adelaide reclaimed Jacobs’s six and forced that captured hand up between her shoulders with Hammerlock. “Ohhh, how I’ve missed you, Innovator.” the Queen of Nightmares cooed in Jenny’s ear even before the challenger went up on tiptoe. “It’s been far too long since you and I have NGH!”
Jenny’s Back Elbow did not miss, nor did the stomp she stapled to Brewster’s left foot for good measure. Free of the Hammerlock, Jacobs claimed the brunette’s wrist as her own and punished the whole limb with a pair of quick Arm Wringers that flowed effortlessly into a snug Side Headlock. “What did you miss the most, Addy?” Jacobs asked after she’d ground the larger woman’s temple against the point of her hip for a few seconds. “Me wrestling circles around you? Or gloating like an imbecile after Miranda and Tiffany saved you from tapping out like a little ooowwww BYTCH!”
Half a dozen slaps to the Californian’s belly hadn’t earned her freedom, so Adelaide helped herself to a handful of those dark blue briefs and raised the waistband halfway to Jacobs’s shoulders! Forced to abandon the Headlock to deal with her distended attire, Jenny caught the champ on the chin with another quick Back Elbow, but Adelaide answered with a heavy Shoulderblock to send her forward, then a yank on those briefs to reel her back for a Forearm Smash that SMACKED home across the challenger’s left kidney. Jenny’s initial grunt was followed by an irritated groan when Adelaide relinquished the wedgie to secure Jacobs’s arms over her head with a Full Nelson.
“A creative remembering if ever I’ve heard one.” Brewster murmured in her foe’s ear. “As I recall it took the combined might of the Frighteners and Juliet Bloodwind to save you from WHOOOAAAHH!”
The NorCal Sensation dropped to her butt to escape Adelaide’s grip, then laid out flat and kicked her legs up when the zealot reached down to grab her. Hooking her legs under the other woman’s biceps, Jacobs caught Adelaide’s ankles and swept them out from under her to stack the surprised battler on her shoulders with an outta nowhere Victory Roll! Hands locked tight to keep those righteous legs under control, Jenny didn’t bother to hide her smirk as Adelaide’s tush wriggled and squirmed through the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Weeping Angel powered free just after ‘TWO’ and scrambled to boot-leather a half step ahead of the challenger. This proved all the lead she needed to THWHAP a stiff Forearm Smash across Jacobs’s smug mouth. Seizing the heathen’s right wrist before she could stumble away, Adelaide tugged her into a Kneelift to the belly, shouldered her back a couple steps, then dropped her hips and slung Jenny toward the ropes with a-- the blonde dug in her heels and jerked Brewster headlong into a European Uppercut that THWHACKED off her jaw!
Brewster’s knees shimmied without giving way and even if they had it wouldn’t have mattered all that much as Jacobs still had hold of her wrist. Not about to throw this tether away when she had the champ rocked, Jenny jerked Adelaide forward and dipped under her right arm while hooking own right arm across Brewster’s chest. THAT got the FAWNatics on their feet and damned if they didn’t send up a cheer when the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds called out, “JENNYCIDEERRRGGGHH!”
The Daughter of Darkness hammered her elbow into the side of Jenny’s skull over and over again, the churchgoer clearly in no mood to taste Jacobs’s finisher now or ever for that matter. Far too focused on the action to breathe a sigh of relief when she wrenched free, Adelaide snatched the heathen’s wrist and bent it back behind her head in that odd upside down Hammerlock that was almost always precursor to “UUUUNNNNGGGGHH!”
Lapsed Jacobites all over the world groaned for their fallen leader when Adelaide THUMPED a hateful Heart Punch into the swell of her left breast. “Yes, that’s it.” Brewster cooed as Jenny collapsed to her knees. “Kneel before the altar of your Queen and offer up everything you can as tribOOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Jacobs shot back to verticality with a short Shoulderblock to the brunette’s gut, but rather than simply drive her to the canvas she cinched her arms around Brewster’s waist and took her up, over and DOWN to the deck with a gorgeous Northern Lights Suplex! In position by the time Jenny pushed onto tiptoe, Nick counted off…
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MLbFcl_zq_8
ONE…
TWO…
Adelaide CRAAACKED her opponent’s flanks with a stereo slap and followed it with a brisk rake just to be safe. Rolling away as soon as she was clear of the Californian’s grasp, Brewster got to her feet and took a moment to smooth back her hair while Jenny rose to one knee and quickly reset her displaced bottoms. “Still happy to see me, Addy?” she asked once she’d returned to verticality.
“Oh yes.” Adelaide answered with a single nod and a cold smile. “Make no mistake, tonight holds nothing but pain and humiliation for you, sister. But it is genuinely refreshing to share this ring with someone free of the stench of the Black Court. It’s so refreshing in fact that I MAY just leave you conscious enough to crawl from the ring under your own power.”
Jenny began to circle, Adelaide did the same. “How very generous of you.” the challenger replied. “Rest assured I won’t be nearly so kind, though I do hope you’re at least partially aware when I sit on your face for the three count.”
“Bold words, sister. But I am no motor-mouthed redhead, no zookeeper’s daughter. I am the Queen of Nightmares, the Weeping Angel, the Herald of Horrors yet to--”
“You’re the bytch standing between me and the biggest prize in FAWN.” Jenny interrupted. “That’s all that matters to me, Brewster.”
“Just as spilling your blood on the altar of Eternal Midnight is all that matters to me.” Adelaide replied. “But only one of us will find satisfaction tonight, sister. If you hope to have the slightest chance…” she raised her left hand overhead, the fingers already curled in anticipation. “…you’ll have to get a whole lot closer.”
Jenny didn’t bother to nod her acceptance, she merely stepped forward, lifted her hand to Adelaide’s and secured the first half of the Test. Then she raised her other hand and told Brewster, “I’m waiting.”
The FAWN World Champion obliged her easily enough and just like that surged in mouth on shoulder, each woman trying impose her will in the simplest way possible. But such a task was far easier said than done with competitors the caliber of these two, so no one was much surprised when ten seconds passed with blonde and brunette still locked in a brawny stalemate. Enjoying the resistance only in that it would make her eventual triumph all the sweeter, Adelaide put her lips to the challenger’s ear and murmured, “I can feel your heart triphammering against mine, sister. Is it adrenaline that powers your defiance? Or burgeoning panic?”
Jenny turned her head into Brewster’s in an effort to keep the champ’s teeth away from her ear. “That?” she chided. “That’s just old fashioned excitement. Whipping your smarmy little ass always gets me OOOOOWWWWW BYTCH!” Jacobs’s adjustments protected her ear well enough, alas they left her neck exposed to the bite Adelaide secured just south of the jawline beneath her right ear.
The Test of Strength immediately swung in favor of the Weeping Angel as Jenny’s legs began to tremble beneath the voracious assault. “Hey, cut that out Adelaide!” Castle demanded. “I mean it! Stop chewing on her and break the Te--”
Adelaide hissed, yanked her maw away from the blonde’s throat after Jacobs managed to gouge the point of her chin into the other wrestler’s cheek. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Jacobs taunted as the Test steadied out again. “Am I too strong a vintage for NGH!”
Brewster jabbed a short Kneelift into her belly and purred, “Nothing about you is too strong for me, heathOOFFH!”
Jenny retaliated with a Kneelift of her own, then made Adelaide’s life a little more unpleasant by grrrrrrriiiiiinding her forehead against the brunette’s temple. “Sure about that, Addy? Feels like you’re a step behind to--”
The Queen of Nightmares doubled pumped knees into her rival’s navel, then swung their interlaced hands down one hundred-eighty degrees to force Jenny’s hands backward over her wrists in a torturous game of Mercy. Delighted to watch the pain etch itself deep into Jenny’s features, Brewster teased, “And what does this feel like, sister? Like the walls are closing in? Or perhaps it’s as though you just stuck your disgusting hands in a rat trap?!” She cranked Jacobs’s hands again, forcing the Californian to rise up on tiptoe to alleviate the worst of the pain. “Ask her.” Adelaide bade Nick after she’d enjoyed the heathen’s suffering for several seconds. “Ask the haughty Innovator of Offense if she surrenders to a humble Knucklelock.” the brunette emphasized the demand by jostling her foe’s hands back n’ forth.
“Why don’t you ask me yourself, bytch?” Jenny grunted before Castle could get a word in. “Oh, that’s right, you’ve always been happy to let someone else do the talking for you. That’s why you’ve been Wainright’s puppet for so long, am I rigNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Adelaide slammed a Headbutt against the bridge of Jacobs’s nose, then leaned in to snarl poison into one ear. “I am NO ONE’S puppet, sister. Just as you are NO ONE’S idea of a hero. But while you may make a miserable idol, rest assured you will be a sumptuous meaAAAAAAARRRRHHHH WHORE!”
Jacobs caught Brewster’s earlobe between her teeth and clamped down to treat the startled champ to a taste of her own bitter medicine! Jenny’s vengeful gnawing didn’t last long with Castle already close by, so the NorCal Sensation abandoned it in favor of two quick Kneelifts and a Headbutt to Adelaide’s left cheek. These machinations sent the zealot stumbling but neither lass bothered to relinquish the Test of Strength and that was just fine with Jenny Jacobs. With Brewster standing at arms length, she stepped forward and hopped into an effortless looking landing atop the taller woman’s thighs. Dropping onto her back in the next breath, Jenny pulled Adelaide down on top of her in what looked like a Monkey Flip until she pulled her legs away and twisted to Brewster’s left, all the better to thread her stems around the World Champion’s left wing in a beautiful Cross Armbreaker! “GOTCHA NOW, BYTCH!” Jacobs barked as she wrenched back on Adelaide’s trapped wrist and thrust her hips up in an attempt to hyperextend the True Believer’s elbow.
CATCHING CROSS ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=thptFZrwLic
“You give, Adelaide?” Nick asked of writhing, gnashing grappler. “What do you say, huh? Do you need me to call for the--”
“F*CK OFF!” Adelaide removed her free hand from the blonde’s crossed ankles just long enough to swipe at the encroaching official. “I’LL NEVER GIVE THIS HEATHEN THE AAAAAAAWWWWWW DAMMIT!”
Jenny stretched out full length, the former World Champion putting some truly righteous strain on her opponent’s captured limb. “Don’t worry about giving me satisfaction, baby.” Jacobs taunted the writhing Churchgoer. “I’d much rather TAKE--” The Weeping Angel surged to one knee and managed to lock her hands in a desperate S-grip before the Innovator could force her back to the mat. Granted the tiniest reprieve from the Armbar, Adelaide immediately shifted focus to stacking Jenny on her shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Jacobs lifted a shoulder off the mat at ‘TWO’ so Brewster snugged in a little closer and put more of her weight against those upturned thighs.
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds reefed on Adelaide’s arm to disrupt the count with half a second to spare. “That all you got?” Jenny grunted. “The big, bad Queen of Nightmares resorting to a flash pin because she can’t wrestle her way out of--”
Startled ‘OOOOOHHH’S!’ from the crowd as Jacobs abandoned her grip so she could roll clear half a heartbeat before Adelaide painted the canvas with a viscid cloud of Red Mist! Blessedly free of the heathen’s joint-lock, Brewster scrambled to her feet and backed off a few steps, the brunette honed in on her opponent with dark, hateful eyes. The tingling smear on one cheek served as stark reminder that Jenny had avoided catastrophe by a razor thin margin but the NorCal Sensation was more angry than relieved.
“Swing and a miss, Addy. Hope you brought more than one capsule of stage blood to save your sorry ass.”
“I already tasted your neck once tonight, bitch. I’ll make sure to refill the next time I stop in for a bite.”
Jacobs raised the Double J’s, which she promptly turned into middle fingers used to beckon the Daughter of Darkness forward. “Whenever you’re ready bytch. You’ve still got three good limbs for me to play--”
Adelaide rushed her with a high knee that Jenny avoided only throwing herself to the mat in a rough tumble. Springing to boot leather the instant she got clear, Jacobs planted on her left foot and fired a savage Back Kick at the pit of the champ’s stomNO! Brewster snatched her ankle out of the air and took a giant step back, forcing her blonde to hop along for the ride. Jenny was already thinking Enzugiri when she saw the Weeping Angel purse her lips and draw her head back. She tucked her chin against her chest to avoid another round of the Red Mist only to pay a high price because Adelaide threw that captured leg down hard and THWONKED a Kneelift off the blonde’s lowered forehead!
COUNTER KNEELIFT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Djp5_uqRhWI
Laid out flat by the quick shot, Jenny rolled onto her stomach and rose to one knee before Brewster snatched a double handful of hair and led / dragged her over to the ropes. “You think I need cheap tricks to destroy the likes of you?” the brunette sounded genuinely angry as she draped Jacobs’s biceps over the middle strand. “Trust me, sister. My arsenal, imagination and capacity for cruelty FAR exceed your own!”
Jenny might’ve answered if the Queen of Nightmares hadn’t forced her throat across the rubber-coated steel and pushed down as hard as she could! Jacobs didn’t bother to waste any precious oxygen demanding a rope break, she just held on and hoped that Castle wasn’t out of position. She needn’t have worried, Nick was already close and even bypassed the usual warning once he saw the malicious gleam in Brewster’s eyes. Adelaide released at ‘FOUR!’, the zealot raising her hands overhead to confirm the clean break.
This it was, albeit in name only since Brewster whipped around and raced across the ring immediately thereafter. Roused to something like sympathy following Jenny’s escape from the Red Mist, the FAWNatics tried to warn her of the swiftly impending doom, alas the Innovator’s senses were scrambled and she was still draped in the strands when Brewster flew in low and THAWHUMPED a savage Back Elbow between the former World Champion’s shoulder blades!
ROPE HUNG BACK ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0om_2v_PJGo
Jacobs jolted hard against the ropes, tumbled onto one side and rolled to all fours, or three out of four, seeing as how one hand immediately sought out the ache Adelaide left behind. As for the Daughter of Darkness, she spun off one knee and took a slow, predatory lap around her vulnerable opposition. Quick to note that welt between Jacobs’s shoulders, Brewster swatted the meager protection to one side, crooked her own hands into talons and raaaaaaaaaaked them down Jenny’s back!
“BYTCH!” Jacobs wailed as she reared back on her knees, her left hand flying to those angry pink welts.
“That’s champion bytch to you, heathen.” Adelaide sniped. She slapped the back of Jenny’s head just because she could, then grabbed the challenger’s left wrist and tugged that arm under her chin cut-throat style. Double J scrambled to verticality at once, the galvanized grappler just stuffing elbows into Brewster’s tummy to get herself free from Blood & Black LaNO! Adelaide took a step back, giving her stolen wrist a huge yank in the process. Already off balance, Jenny spun around in a loopy circle that put her chin in perfect position for the Rolling Elbow Brewster stapled to it with a meaty THWHAP!
R.I.P.CORD ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3QDU2V2Glcw
The force of it kept Jacobs spinning, albeit at a much different pace considering her knees were already giving way. This decaying verticality was more that enough for Adelaide’s needs, she snuggled in behind the heathen and trapped her in place with white-knuckled Waistlock. No biting or sermonizing now, the Herald of Horrors Yet to Come just dropped her hips and hurled Jacobs up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head with a beautifully brutal Release German Suplex.
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lbDTl3dv8P8
Jenny landed high and tight on the back of her head, rolled through to her knees and promptly timbered to her back less than eighteen inches from the ropes. With the leader of the Jacobites down and out, Adelaide stood tall, ‘flicked’ her trunks back into place and turned her attention to the jeering congregation. “See that, heathens?” she swept a hand over the splattered frame of her challenger. “None of the Champions that came before are worthy to stand in my presence! Not Veronica Treymane! Not Sue Burlingame! And especially not this bit of peroxide-soaked California garbage!”
The boos got louder, then gave way to cheers because Jenny was on one knee and using the ropes to drag herself to boot-leather. Now Adelaide Brewster considered resilience an excellent tenderizer in her meals, but only at her command. Seeking to tear the independence from this particular non-believer, the Queen of Nightmares closed in from behind, snatched a huge handful of hair and hauled Jenny up just enough to force her upper body through the gap between the top and middle ropes. From there she switched over to a rough grip on the blonde’s biceps, all the better to drape Jacobs’s arms over the rubber-coated steel.
“Get her out of the ropes, Adelaide.” Castle said when the brunette backed off to admire her handiwork. “I mean it. You can’t retain the title with her stuck in the ropes, so get it back to the center of the ring.”
Brewster flashed him a pitying look. “Poor blind arbiter. Once again you fail to see the grand scheme of things. This isn’t about retaining a title, THIS,” she reached out, buried a hand in Jenny’s hair and yaaaaaaaaaaanked until the challenger was hissing in anguish, “is about reminding some blonde chattel that I am no mere World Champion. I am FAWN’S QUEEN OF NIGHTMARES!” Adelaide released the hair-hold only to rake Jenny from shoulders to backside once, twice, thrice!
Castle and the whole of the sold-out crowd protested this most vehemently, but the former hadn’t yet started his count so Brewster cuddled in close and filled her hands with the Innovator’s bounty, Adelaide squeezing, clawing, twisting and mauling until the senior official finally reached ‘FOUR!’ Brewster cleared off to stop Castle’s yammering, unfortunately for Jenny only ensured a few heartbeats worth of reprieve because the Daughter of Darkness was breathing down her neck the instant the ref acknowledged the ‘clean’ break. Quick to free the blonde’s arms now that the ropes had done their job, Adelaide pulled Jenny out of the strands and deftly crisscrossed her wrists under her chin in a Straightjacket.
“I know you pride yourself on your creativity, sister.” Brewster cooed to the NorCal Sensation after she’d driven a few quick, jabbing knees into blonde backside. “So perhaps you will be so kind as to favor me with several new and different ways to submEERRHH NNGGHH!”
Jenny went to the old school well with a stomp and a Headbutt delivered one right after the other. The pressure on her throat slackened but didn’t fall away, so Jacobs stamped Brewster’s other foot and made point of grinding the zealot’s toes beneath her heel. “You don’t have the talent to submit me, honey.” she growled. “Just like you don’t have the talent to take a Title Match without having four other bytches watch your assSSHUUNNNNGGGHHHHH!”
Adelaide jumped, stuffed her knees against the heathen’s back and laid out flat to blow all the air from Jenny’s lungs in most spectacular fashion. Reduced to a breathless blonde pennant in the wake of the Straightjacket Lungblower, Jenny rolled off her tormentor’s knees only to find her troubles worsening because Brewster still had hold of her wrists! Sliding into a seamless mount in the hollow of her opponent’s back, Adelaide planted her feet and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back on a truly brutal application of the Noctem Aeturnus!
STRANGLEHOLD LUNGBLOWER & NOCTEM AETURNUS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F0xBW3wZGOM
“SUBMIT!” Adelaide demanded of her mewling adversary. “HUMBLE YOURSELF BEFORE THE QUEEN OF NIGHTMARES!”
Castle wasn’t about to couch his question in such gaudy language, but he was quick to ask it nonetheless. “What do you say, Jenny? You hanging in there?”
Talking was a waste of breath, but Jenny didn’t want to nod ‘yes’ and have the zebra think she was throwing in the towel, so she grunted, “I’m fine. Just let me EEERRRRGGGHHHH!”
Adelaide tugged Jacobs’s wrists up and down to put even more strain on that already crimped neck. “Let you what?” the World Champion teased. “Suffer and scream? Arbiter Castle is far too righteous a man to allow something like that, aren’t you, Castle?” Nick said nothing, though he was clearly concerned by the growing flush in Jenny’s cheeks. “Beg for mercy, heathen.” Adelaide demanded after another five seconds or so. “Kiss my boots and perhaps you will live long enough to see another sunri--”
“Go f*ck yourself.” Jenny rasped. “You want to be worshipped? I’m sure Miranda or Tiffany would be happy to NGH!”
Brewster loosened the Straightjacket just to THWONK Jenny’s forehead against the mat. Then she reared back even farther, the brunette doing her damndest to break the Innovator’s spine and spirit. Yet face or heel, loved or loathed, Jacobs wasn’t a quitter. Options whittled down to one, maybe two choices, the red-faced grappler began rocking her hips back n’ forth, a subtle motion at first, but one that eventually allowed her to sliiiiiiiide one leg forward so that a knee was planted against the canvas.
Forced from her mount by the change in alignment, Brewster wedged a knee into Jenny’s back and continued to reef on the Straightjacket. “Give it up, bytch.” she snarled. “You belong to me now.”
But Jacobs disagreed and offered a compelling counter-argument by sliding through a rough quarter turn en route to slooooooowly reclaiming her feet. Ignoring the little chill that ran down her spine when the FAWNatics applauded her escape, Jenny jabbed a heel into the brunette’s knee and raked it down her shin half a dozen times in rapid succession. To make matters worse for the zealot Jenny stamped on her other foot, a simple yet effective bid for freedom. “Luuuuhhhh… let go, Brewster.” the Innovator gurgled. “Before I decide to pulp your toWHOOOOAAHHHNNNGGHH!”
Not about to release her prey from such an effective trap, Adelaide pointed Jenny at a corner on the far side of the ring and set off at top speed. Arms thoroughly in the Churchgoer’s power, Jacobs couldn’t twist out of the way or attempt any of her numerous acrobatic escapes. Brewster’s course was the only one open to her, meaning the durable blonde battler was still moving full speed ahead when the champion BWUUUNGED her tits-first into the top turnbuckle.
Gaping in open-mouthed relief when Adelaide released her wrists, the NorCal Sensation hooked a foot over the bottom rope before she called to Nick, “Break! Get her away, Castle. I’m in the BYTCH!”
Adelaide pounded a spiteful Forearm Smash against the small of the blonde’s back, then slipped her head beneath Jacobs’s left arm and backed off just far enough to hoist the challenger onto her right shoulder. Murmurs of concern grew to a worried buzz when Brewster set her prey in a seat on the top turnbuckle and climbed onto the middle rope. “Did you want out of the corner, sister?” the Queen of Nightmares teased after she’d cinched her arms around Jenny’s waist. “Then allow me to send you off in style.” Adelaide shifted her legs over the strands one after the other, the sturdy brunette hooking her ankles against the inside of the second strand to better secure her seat up top.
Grunting when Brewster gouged knotted fists into her navel, Jacobs grabbed at the ropes with one hand and plunged the other into her tormentor’s dark hair. “Get the hell offa me, Adelaide. Unless you want to leave your hair behiOOOOOOOWWWWWW FAHK!” Jenny forgot all about hair pull to rend the air with paralyzed claws when Brewster snuggled in and chomped down on the side of her neck!
The champ’s ‘drink’ lasted a full four seconds and might’ve gone on a little longer if she hadn’t heard Jacobs’s hands ‘thump’ against her thighs. Thus satisfied, the Weeping Angel licked her lips and bridged back and down to hurtle Jenny to the thinly-sheathed plywood with a thunderous German SuplNOOOO!
The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds adjusted mid-plunge to land on her feet behind the zealot, who was now hung upside down in the Tree of Woe! Jenny charged the corner on sheer instinct and THWHUMPED her heels into Brewster’s exposed midsection with a textbook Dropkick!
Adelaide shuddered without slopping free of her predicament, so Jenny snatched a handful of hair and hauled her about halfway up, all the better to just FLOG Brewster’s back with no less than a dozen quick kicks! “All right Jenny, that’s enough.” Nick said once the challenger let Adelaide drop. “Take a second to catch your breath, I’ll get her loose from--” The Senior Official dove out of the way to avoid a headlong collision when Jacobs spun on a dime and bolted for the opposite corner. Far too eager for vengeance to bother with actually slowing down, Jenny hopped onto the middle buckle, pushed off and spun around to hit the canvas at a dead run. Adelaide saw the heathen coming, scrabbled for the second rope and started to haul herself up for THWHAP!” Jacobs took to the skies again for a gorgeous Hesitation Dropkick that delivered her heels unto Brewster’s midsection with all the vim and vigor of an ash stake! Adelaide didn’t crumble to powder, rather she pooled out in gut-shot agony, the brunette’s knuckles brushing limply against the mat.
TREE OF WOE HESITATION DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ahHmysOXWGo
“Dammit Jenny, that’s enough!” Castle barked at the rejuvenated challenger. “Back off so I can get her out of the corner!” Jacobs got to one knee and ‘flicked’ her trunks snug against her hips without making an effort to vacate the premises. “C’mon Nick, look at how her ankles are trapped against the ropes. No way you’re going to get her out of that without some help.” “Thanks, but I think I’ll manage.” he replied dryly.
Jenny raised her hands and shook her head. “All right, whatever you--” she hopped onto the second rope, grabbed the top for leverage and wedged a heel between Brewster’s thighs in a vindictively bouncy stomp! Adelaide’s surprised shrieks were swallowed by the delight of the FAWNatics so Castle didn’t mind raising his voice to make the count heard. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Jenny dropped away between ‘THREE and FOUR!’ hooked her fingers under the champion’s kneepads and used the grip to flip Brewster down onto one knee in a slow motion tumble. “There. She’s out. Now back the f*ck off.” the Innovator snapped at Nick even before she used a handful of Adelaide’s waistband and drag her to a knock-kneed semblance of verticality. Catching the zealot’s right arm in a rough Half Nelson, Double J looped her left arm around Adelaide’s waist and dragged / led her all the way to the middle of the ring before she tore her free of her moorings and THWHUMPED her down spine-first atop the post of her right thigh! Brewster’s legs shot straight into the sky, by all right she should’ve fallen free from the blonde’s grasp, but Jacobs used the residual momentum to return to boot-leather with Adelaide still strapped to her chest.
“Huuuuhhhh…. huuuuhhh… f*cking heathen.” the brunette moaned. “Get your hands off of NNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Jenny muscled her up and brought her down with another Half Nelson Backbreaker, the former World Champion channeling her inner Leila Olmstead in an effort to snap Brewster in half.
HALF NELSON BACKBREAKERS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I1GNATCO0NY
Adelaide’s second rebound didn’t have nearly the height of her first effort, yet thanks to Jenny’s tenacious Half Nelson it was more than enough to set the Churchgoer on her feet. From there she spun Addy around and greeted her with a sharp Toe Kick to the belly. A Standing Headscissors and Waistlock followed, though the former was only in place for a moment before the NorCal Sensation spun Brewster into a slumped seat on her shouldOOOOOOHHH! No rest for this wicked lass, Jenny twisted into position between the brunette’s stems and sat out to administer the Powerbomb while simultaneously driving the point of her right elbow into Adelaide’s crotch! A wide-eyed, slack-jawed Brewster sat up on impact, then got shoved right back down so Jenny could catch both legs in a tight bundle and point her butt at the lights for a count of…
SLEDGE-O-MATIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjMJ1L9AfKk
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Weeping Angel jerked a shoulder off the mat, extending her title reign for another three seconds or so. The near fall didn’t faze Jenny in the slightest, in fact she nodded quite happily while laying claim to her opponent’s ankles. Taking one in each hand, she got to her feet, then turned around and positioned herself between the splayed stems. Hands clasped against her chest, she looked to Nick and said, “Keep your head on a swivel, Castle.”
Nick looked around to make sure he hadn’t missed some encroachment on the ring. “Looks like the coast is clear for now.”
“Won’t be for long. Those cockroaches will come out of the woodwork as soon as this tramp starts to scream.” Jacobs dipped her knees and twisted to the left to flip Adelaide onto her stomach. Stepping over the cruelly-contorted churchgoer, Jenny planted a foot on either side of Brewster’s hips and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaned forward on the Whateley Reef Crab.
WHATELEY REEF CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOjhvoV-AgY
Adelaide groaned, buried her face in the crook of one elbow and shrieked through the worst of the pain before setting both hands against the mat. “Out of the way, arbiter.” she growled at Castle. “I’ve got a hold to break.” Jacobs wasn’t pleased by the confidence in the champion’s tone, but neither was she terribly surprised when Adelaide puuuuuushed her way off the canvas and started dragging them both toward the ropes.
Torn between keeping her head on a swivel and keeping Brewster skewered on this particular stake, the NorCal Sensation settled into an even deeper crouch so she could unlock her hands without ceding control over the brunette’s legs. A few hard swats to the ribs brought Adelaide’s progress to a grinding halt, then reversed it entirely when Jenny laid claim to her wrists and hauled the now-wailing World Champ into a spine-wrenching Rocking Horse Crab!
ROCKING HORSE CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RlIAGuU39ow
“NOT GOING ANYWHERE, BYTCH!” Jenny bellowed as she swung the bundled brunette back n’ forth. “TAP OUT BEFORE I-- SHYT! AISLE, CASTLE! AISLE!”
Nick whipped around and sure enough Miranda Wainright had materialized seemingly from nowhere. A glance to the left and right confirmed Penny Tremblay and Tiffany Mayes respectively, which meant-- “Graylock on my six, Nick! Watch out!”
MIRANDA WAINRIGHT:
PENELOPE TREMBLAY:
TIFFANY MAYES:
HELENA GRAYLOCK:
A muttered curse from the zebra confirmed Jacobs’s worse suspicions, as did a second scan of the perimeter. Miranda and her sisters were closing in from all sides and though none had actually reached the squared circle the intent of their encroachment was unmistakable. Al’s voice suddenly flitted through the back of her mind, one of her longtime boyfriend’s countless terrible impressions. ‘The point is, you are alive when they start to eat you.’
Answering the tension with a hard grin, Jenny craaaaaaaaanked up on Brewster’s wrists and barked, “Keep ‘em back, Miranda! Or I’ll snap her in half before you break it up!”
The Septa of Sorrow smiled ever so slightly. “I doubt that, sister. We both know you don’t have the strength of sinew or will required for such drastic NNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Someone struck Wainright from behind, the blonde lurching into an unpleasant apron to chest collision only for her attacker to catch a shoulder and spin her around for another stiff shot to the sternum. The sounds of similar skirmishes at the other compass points (as well as a round of raucous cheers from the crowd) told Jenny that Emily and her chess nerds had showed up to level the playing field.
EMILY WEST:
BECKY CLAYTON:
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
“Oooohhhh, what’s the matter Addy?” Jacobs taunted her squirming prey. “Did the Court wreck your little picnic?”
“F*ck you.” Brewster growled. “Those heathens have no love for you.”
“And I have nothing but disdain for them.” Jenny agreed. “Hell, I probably loathe West and Lemarchand more than I hate you, but if they keep the rest of your f*cked up convent away from the ring I’ll--”
A BWAAANG from the outside drew the Innovator’s attention over one shoulder just in time to see Helena Graylock sling Becky Clayton into the steel guardrail like a sack of laundry. With the Courtier temporarily removed from the board, Helena turned her attention to the action in the ring and grabbed hold of the top rope.
“TAP OUT, DAMN YOU!” Jenny jostled the Crab harder than ever, but Adelaide was laughing at her even as she shuddered with anguish.
“NEVER! YOU’LL NEVER TAKE THIS FROM MEEEERRRRRRGGGHHH!”
“GRAY LADY INCOMING, CASTLE!” Jacobs called to the senior official, who was doing his best to keep an eye on the quartet of fracases around the ring. Give the man credit, he heard Jenny’s call and started toward the towering redhe--THWHACK! Sue Burlingame dove under the bottom rope in a blur, popped to boot-leather and immediately plastered one of those boots to Graylock’s chin in a gorgeous Super Kick! Helena’s head snapped back and she staggered sideways but didn’t go down, so the Ace reset her feet and-- a third intruder caught Burlingame around the waist and promptly turned her inside out courtesy of a gorgeous German Suplex!
For a moment Jenny thought it was Penny Tremblay, then a familiar voice said, “Told ya you needed back-up, baby.”
Jacobs was so startled she lost her grip on Adelaide’s wrists. “What the hell, Dufresne? I told you I’m not looking to join a goddamned clique!”
DAPHNE DUFRESNE:
Daphne Dufresne looked irritated, though she didn’t give up the defensive position she’d taken around the challenger. “Oh, I see. So what, you’re going to bend the knee to West? Or were you just planning to kiss Wainright’s asSUUURRGGH!”
Recovered from the Super Kick, Graylock stormed in and wrapped that red leather-sheathed hand around the Gatecrasher’s throat. “Your presence is neither requested or desired, little one.” she murmured. “But I’m sure The Gray will be happy to accept your--”
THWHA-THWHACK! A pair of kicks lashed across the backs of the redhead’s thighs, drawing her attention to one of West’s heathen interlop-- “NNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
LUCY HARKER:
MINA MURRAY:
Lucy Harker and Mina Murray greeted the zealot with a tandem Super Kick that sent Graylock staggering into the wicked clutches of Daphne Dufresne. Catching Helena in a Half Waistlock / Half Nelson combination, D² dropped her hips and peeled off a vicious bridge to dump Helena on the back of her head and shoulders!
HALF NELSON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6P99a9dblNE
“What’d we tell you?” Lucy asked as she and Mina sidled up to Jenny and Daphne respectively. “Not even weird British ghost bytches can stop-- f*ck, who IS this chick?”
Left on one knee after the brutal Suplex, Helena rose to her full height and went straight for the Wicked Tr--
“GET THE HELL OUT OF MY RING, ALL OF YOU!” Nick Castle damn near roared as he stepped between Graylock and her targets. “I MEAN IT! ONE MORE STEP AND SO HELP ME GOD I’LL THROW YOU HUUUURRRRGGGGGHH!”
Miranda’s Monster grabbed him by the throat, caught a handful of belt for extra leverage and hauled the poor dope into the sky before anyone even thought to come to his defense. Devoted to the job even in the face of great personal risk, Castle managed to flick a signal to the Timekeeper a heartbeat before Graylock THAWHAMMED him to the mat with a thunderous Choke Slam. Ref destruction always got a pop from the FAWNatics, though their pleasure proved short-lived as Nick’s return to terra firma was punctuated by the CLANG of the bell and the Announcer offering that most displeasing of results. “Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has disqualified both competitors, therefore the match is a draw and Adelaide Brewster is STILL the FAWN World Champion!”
This proclamation did nothing to slow the fighting between the warring forces, if anything it intensified once Becky slid under the bottom rope to get at the Gray Lady. Frustrated beyond belief, Jenny went to get another piece of Adelaide only to dip through the ropes when she spied a recovered Sue Burlingame going straight at Daphne. Dufresne saw it too and made her exit alongside Scandalous, though she was kind enough to blow the Ace a sympathetic kiss.
“See what just happened here, Jen?” Lucy asked once the unlikely quartet was a safe distance up the ramp. “This is the level of service you’ll be privy to as a member of Wicked. Without us--”
“You’d have been the latest smear in the turf war between the Court and the Church.” Mina finished for her.
Jacobs sighed, raked an angry hand through her hair. “Look, I appreciate the save, I actually do. But I don’t play well with--”
Daphne held up a hand. “You’ve got some doubts, I did too when I was in your position. So you know what we’re going to do? Remove those doubts one by one. And when they’re all gone…”
“You’ll trade those J’s for W’s.” Scandalous purred.
Jenny didn’t know what to say, but that was fine, her benefactors had already turned around to disappear through the curtain. As for the Innovator, she continued to watch the Churchgoers and the Courtiers tear away at each other until a veritable herd of zebras brought an end to the brawl and a worried sign-off from Joanna Coleman brought an end to CNP 2018.
This proclamation resulted in a mixed reaction, still leaning heavy on the jeer side, though some lapsed Jacobites cheered for their old leader if only because she wasn’t a member of Miranda’s insidious congregation. The split reaction didn’t stop Invincible from storming the speakers, nor did it keep the NorCal Sensation from breezing through the curtain immediately thereafter. Noting the smatter of cheers with nothing more than a slight scowl, the Innovator raised a pair of J’s overhead, then strapped an invisible belt around her waist before heading down the ramp.
JENNY JACOBS:
For her first shot at the big belt since dropping it to that hateful Songbird last year, Jenny wore the dead black version of her ‘starstruck’ 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 dark, ugly red while her hair was pulled back in a short, severe ponytail. As quick to run her mouth as ever before, Jacobs got into it with every fan on the aisle, especially a few brats that dared wave a Mallory Slade sign in her face. Dismissing them all with a J turned middle finger, she broke away from the idiots with a quick sprint that took her under the bottom rope and into the middle of the ring in a single smooth dive. Deftly avoiding Nick Castle so she could roll up on the cameraman, Double J explained, “I don’t need a flock and I don’t need a court. Because this,” she spread her arms wide, indicating the squared circle, “is my Church AND my kingdom. And I rule it with an iron hand.”
The show cut back to the Announcer, mic already at his lips. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Oxrun Station Connecticut, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is the Weeping Angel, the Queen of Nightmares, the Daughter of Darkness and the FAWN World Champion, ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
GLORY & GORE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSVBkD4IRhg
The lights faded away as the soft, eerie opening ‘Glory and Gore’ poured through the speakers. For a moment there was nothing but darkness and pinpricks of cell phone light, then a few lights on either side of the stage ‘whoomped’ on to reveal an ankle-deep carpet of fog. Still no sign of the World Champion and that was the way it stayed until a cold blue light illuminated the gloomy recession leading to the curtain. A figure swung down from the ceiling of that narrow throat, a figure hanging by her knees from a bar suspended just out of camera view. Arms crossed over her chest, Adelaide Brewster opened her eyes, then twisted loose and landed on her feet just as her anthem warned ‘Now we’re in the ring and we’re coming for blood.’
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
Alone on the stage for what seemed like the first time in months, if not years, Adelaide reached to the small of her back and undid the clasp that held the World Title in place. Raising it to shoulder level, she extended her tongue and sloooooooooowly licked the glimmering faceplate, much to the disgust of those in attendance. Brewster greeted their disdain with a poisonous smile, then slung the belt over one shoulder and started down the aisle. For tonight’s bloodletting the World Champion wore a gleaming black two-piece done in crushed velvet that showed off the power in her hips and shoulders in almost agonizing detail. The look was accented with a clunky black belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching black boots and pads.
Reaching the ring quickly without once letting her eyes leave the heretical blonde Innovator, Adelaide slunk under the bottom ropes, pushed to her feet and took possession of the center. Taking a moment to lick her canines in full view of the challenger, she hoisted the belt high and threw her head back to ‘FWOOOOOOOOSH’ a cloud of Crimson Mist into the air. Oh so eager to deposit yet another cut of screaming bikini meat on West’s door, the Weeping Angel handed the belt to Nick Castle, then stalked to her corner for one last inspection.
An interesting mix of cheers and jeers when the CLANG of the bell brought the World Title tilt to order. For neither champion or challenger were anywhere near what you’d call fan favorites, but there were plenty in attendance who remembered the first time these particular wrestlers met and clashed over a different title more than four years ago. Heading to the center of the squared circle with a noticeable spring in her step, Adelaide readied her hands for the clinch only to lunge in low for a Single Leg Takedown that would’ve dumped the blonde on her back if Jacobs hadn’t spun aside at the last possible instant. Taking the Churchgoer’s back with a Waistlock before she could get turned around, Jacobs popped her hips for a German Suplex that didn’t go anywhere because Brewster snatched her wrists in a death-grip and sank into a near squat to boot. A Back Elbow aimed at Jenny’s cheek missed the mark, so Adelaide raked the heel of her boot down the Innovator’s left shin, then twisted free of the Waistlock when the heathen hissed in pain.
Quick to snag a wrist as she exited the Waistlock, Adelaide reclaimed Jacobs’s six and forced that captured hand up between her shoulders with Hammerlock. “Ohhh, how I’ve missed you, Innovator.” the Queen of Nightmares cooed in Jenny’s ear even before the challenger went up on tiptoe. “It’s been far too long since you and I have NGH!”
Jenny’s Back Elbow did not miss, nor did the stomp she stapled to Brewster’s left foot for good measure. Free of the Hammerlock, Jacobs claimed the brunette’s wrist as her own and punished the whole limb with a pair of quick Arm Wringers that flowed effortlessly into a snug Side Headlock. “What did you miss the most, Addy?” Jacobs asked after she’d ground the larger woman’s temple against the point of her hip for a few seconds. “Me wrestling circles around you? Or gloating like an imbecile after Miranda and Tiffany saved you from tapping out like a little ooowwww BYTCH!”
Half a dozen slaps to the Californian’s belly hadn’t earned her freedom, so Adelaide helped herself to a handful of those dark blue briefs and raised the waistband halfway to Jacobs’s shoulders! Forced to abandon the Headlock to deal with her distended attire, Jenny caught the champ on the chin with another quick Back Elbow, but Adelaide answered with a heavy Shoulderblock to send her forward, then a yank on those briefs to reel her back for a Forearm Smash that SMACKED home across the challenger’s left kidney. Jenny’s initial grunt was followed by an irritated groan when Adelaide relinquished the wedgie to secure Jacobs’s arms over her head with a Full Nelson.
“A creative remembering if ever I’ve heard one.” Brewster murmured in her foe’s ear. “As I recall it took the combined might of the Frighteners and Juliet Bloodwind to save you from WHOOOAAAHH!”
The NorCal Sensation dropped to her butt to escape Adelaide’s grip, then laid out flat and kicked her legs up when the zealot reached down to grab her. Hooking her legs under the other woman’s biceps, Jacobs caught Adelaide’s ankles and swept them out from under her to stack the surprised battler on her shoulders with an outta nowhere Victory Roll! Hands locked tight to keep those righteous legs under control, Jenny didn’t bother to hide her smirk as Adelaide’s tush wriggled and squirmed through the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Weeping Angel powered free just after ‘TWO’ and scrambled to boot-leather a half step ahead of the challenger. This proved all the lead she needed to THWHAP a stiff Forearm Smash across Jacobs’s smug mouth. Seizing the heathen’s right wrist before she could stumble away, Adelaide tugged her into a Kneelift to the belly, shouldered her back a couple steps, then dropped her hips and slung Jenny toward the ropes with a-- the blonde dug in her heels and jerked Brewster headlong into a European Uppercut that THWHACKED off her jaw!
Brewster’s knees shimmied without giving way and even if they had it wouldn’t have mattered all that much as Jacobs still had hold of her wrist. Not about to throw this tether away when she had the champ rocked, Jenny jerked Adelaide forward and dipped under her right arm while hooking own right arm across Brewster’s chest. THAT got the FAWNatics on their feet and damned if they didn’t send up a cheer when the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds called out, “JENNYCIDEERRRGGGHH!”
The Daughter of Darkness hammered her elbow into the side of Jenny’s skull over and over again, the churchgoer clearly in no mood to taste Jacobs’s finisher now or ever for that matter. Far too focused on the action to breathe a sigh of relief when she wrenched free, Adelaide snatched the heathen’s wrist and bent it back behind her head in that odd upside down Hammerlock that was almost always precursor to “UUUUNNNNGGGGHH!”
Lapsed Jacobites all over the world groaned for their fallen leader when Adelaide THUMPED a hateful Heart Punch into the swell of her left breast. “Yes, that’s it.” Brewster cooed as Jenny collapsed to her knees. “Kneel before the altar of your Queen and offer up everything you can as tribOOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Jacobs shot back to verticality with a short Shoulderblock to the brunette’s gut, but rather than simply drive her to the canvas she cinched her arms around Brewster’s waist and took her up, over and DOWN to the deck with a gorgeous Northern Lights Suplex! In position by the time Jenny pushed onto tiptoe, Nick counted off…
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MLbFcl_zq_8
ONE…
TWO…
Adelaide CRAAACKED her opponent’s flanks with a stereo slap and followed it with a brisk rake just to be safe. Rolling away as soon as she was clear of the Californian’s grasp, Brewster got to her feet and took a moment to smooth back her hair while Jenny rose to one knee and quickly reset her displaced bottoms. “Still happy to see me, Addy?” she asked once she’d returned to verticality.
“Oh yes.” Adelaide answered with a single nod and a cold smile. “Make no mistake, tonight holds nothing but pain and humiliation for you, sister. But it is genuinely refreshing to share this ring with someone free of the stench of the Black Court. It’s so refreshing in fact that I MAY just leave you conscious enough to crawl from the ring under your own power.”
Jenny began to circle, Adelaide did the same. “How very generous of you.” the challenger replied. “Rest assured I won’t be nearly so kind, though I do hope you’re at least partially aware when I sit on your face for the three count.”
“Bold words, sister. But I am no motor-mouthed redhead, no zookeeper’s daughter. I am the Queen of Nightmares, the Weeping Angel, the Herald of Horrors yet to--”
“You’re the bytch standing between me and the biggest prize in FAWN.” Jenny interrupted. “That’s all that matters to me, Brewster.”
“Just as spilling your blood on the altar of Eternal Midnight is all that matters to me.” Adelaide replied. “But only one of us will find satisfaction tonight, sister. If you hope to have the slightest chance…” she raised her left hand overhead, the fingers already curled in anticipation. “…you’ll have to get a whole lot closer.”
Jenny didn’t bother to nod her acceptance, she merely stepped forward, lifted her hand to Adelaide’s and secured the first half of the Test. Then she raised her other hand and told Brewster, “I’m waiting.”
The FAWN World Champion obliged her easily enough and just like that surged in mouth on shoulder, each woman trying impose her will in the simplest way possible. But such a task was far easier said than done with competitors the caliber of these two, so no one was much surprised when ten seconds passed with blonde and brunette still locked in a brawny stalemate. Enjoying the resistance only in that it would make her eventual triumph all the sweeter, Adelaide put her lips to the challenger’s ear and murmured, “I can feel your heart triphammering against mine, sister. Is it adrenaline that powers your defiance? Or burgeoning panic?”
Jenny turned her head into Brewster’s in an effort to keep the champ’s teeth away from her ear. “That?” she chided. “That’s just old fashioned excitement. Whipping your smarmy little ass always gets me OOOOOWWWWW BYTCH!” Jacobs’s adjustments protected her ear well enough, alas they left her neck exposed to the bite Adelaide secured just south of the jawline beneath her right ear.
The Test of Strength immediately swung in favor of the Weeping Angel as Jenny’s legs began to tremble beneath the voracious assault. “Hey, cut that out Adelaide!” Castle demanded. “I mean it! Stop chewing on her and break the Te--”
Adelaide hissed, yanked her maw away from the blonde’s throat after Jacobs managed to gouge the point of her chin into the other wrestler’s cheek. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Jacobs taunted as the Test steadied out again. “Am I too strong a vintage for NGH!”
Brewster jabbed a short Kneelift into her belly and purred, “Nothing about you is too strong for me, heathOOFFH!”
Jenny retaliated with a Kneelift of her own, then made Adelaide’s life a little more unpleasant by grrrrrrriiiiiinding her forehead against the brunette’s temple. “Sure about that, Addy? Feels like you’re a step behind to--”
The Queen of Nightmares doubled pumped knees into her rival’s navel, then swung their interlaced hands down one hundred-eighty degrees to force Jenny’s hands backward over her wrists in a torturous game of Mercy. Delighted to watch the pain etch itself deep into Jenny’s features, Brewster teased, “And what does this feel like, sister? Like the walls are closing in? Or perhaps it’s as though you just stuck your disgusting hands in a rat trap?!” She cranked Jacobs’s hands again, forcing the Californian to rise up on tiptoe to alleviate the worst of the pain. “Ask her.” Adelaide bade Nick after she’d enjoyed the heathen’s suffering for several seconds. “Ask the haughty Innovator of Offense if she surrenders to a humble Knucklelock.” the brunette emphasized the demand by jostling her foe’s hands back n’ forth.
“Why don’t you ask me yourself, bytch?” Jenny grunted before Castle could get a word in. “Oh, that’s right, you’ve always been happy to let someone else do the talking for you. That’s why you’ve been Wainright’s puppet for so long, am I rigNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Adelaide slammed a Headbutt against the bridge of Jacobs’s nose, then leaned in to snarl poison into one ear. “I am NO ONE’S puppet, sister. Just as you are NO ONE’S idea of a hero. But while you may make a miserable idol, rest assured you will be a sumptuous meaAAAAAAARRRRHHHH WHORE!”
Jacobs caught Brewster’s earlobe between her teeth and clamped down to treat the startled champ to a taste of her own bitter medicine! Jenny’s vengeful gnawing didn’t last long with Castle already close by, so the NorCal Sensation abandoned it in favor of two quick Kneelifts and a Headbutt to Adelaide’s left cheek. These machinations sent the zealot stumbling but neither lass bothered to relinquish the Test of Strength and that was just fine with Jenny Jacobs. With Brewster standing at arms length, she stepped forward and hopped into an effortless looking landing atop the taller woman’s thighs. Dropping onto her back in the next breath, Jenny pulled Adelaide down on top of her in what looked like a Monkey Flip until she pulled her legs away and twisted to Brewster’s left, all the better to thread her stems around the World Champion’s left wing in a beautiful Cross Armbreaker! “GOTCHA NOW, BYTCH!” Jacobs barked as she wrenched back on Adelaide’s trapped wrist and thrust her hips up in an attempt to hyperextend the True Believer’s elbow.
CATCHING CROSS ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=thptFZrwLic
“You give, Adelaide?” Nick asked of writhing, gnashing grappler. “What do you say, huh? Do you need me to call for the--”
“F*CK OFF!” Adelaide removed her free hand from the blonde’s crossed ankles just long enough to swipe at the encroaching official. “I’LL NEVER GIVE THIS HEATHEN THE AAAAAAAWWWWWW DAMMIT!”
Jenny stretched out full length, the former World Champion putting some truly righteous strain on her opponent’s captured limb. “Don’t worry about giving me satisfaction, baby.” Jacobs taunted the writhing Churchgoer. “I’d much rather TAKE--” The Weeping Angel surged to one knee and managed to lock her hands in a desperate S-grip before the Innovator could force her back to the mat. Granted the tiniest reprieve from the Armbar, Adelaide immediately shifted focus to stacking Jenny on her shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Jacobs lifted a shoulder off the mat at ‘TWO’ so Brewster snugged in a little closer and put more of her weight against those upturned thighs.
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds reefed on Adelaide’s arm to disrupt the count with half a second to spare. “That all you got?” Jenny grunted. “The big, bad Queen of Nightmares resorting to a flash pin because she can’t wrestle her way out of--”
Startled ‘OOOOOHHH’S!’ from the crowd as Jacobs abandoned her grip so she could roll clear half a heartbeat before Adelaide painted the canvas with a viscid cloud of Red Mist! Blessedly free of the heathen’s joint-lock, Brewster scrambled to her feet and backed off a few steps, the brunette honed in on her opponent with dark, hateful eyes. The tingling smear on one cheek served as stark reminder that Jenny had avoided catastrophe by a razor thin margin but the NorCal Sensation was more angry than relieved.
“Swing and a miss, Addy. Hope you brought more than one capsule of stage blood to save your sorry ass.”
“I already tasted your neck once tonight, bitch. I’ll make sure to refill the next time I stop in for a bite.”
Jacobs raised the Double J’s, which she promptly turned into middle fingers used to beckon the Daughter of Darkness forward. “Whenever you’re ready bytch. You’ve still got three good limbs for me to play--”
Adelaide rushed her with a high knee that Jenny avoided only throwing herself to the mat in a rough tumble. Springing to boot leather the instant she got clear, Jacobs planted on her left foot and fired a savage Back Kick at the pit of the champ’s stomNO! Brewster snatched her ankle out of the air and took a giant step back, forcing her blonde to hop along for the ride. Jenny was already thinking Enzugiri when she saw the Weeping Angel purse her lips and draw her head back. She tucked her chin against her chest to avoid another round of the Red Mist only to pay a high price because Adelaide threw that captured leg down hard and THWONKED a Kneelift off the blonde’s lowered forehead!
COUNTER KNEELIFT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Djp5_uqRhWI
Laid out flat by the quick shot, Jenny rolled onto her stomach and rose to one knee before Brewster snatched a double handful of hair and led / dragged her over to the ropes. “You think I need cheap tricks to destroy the likes of you?” the brunette sounded genuinely angry as she draped Jacobs’s biceps over the middle strand. “Trust me, sister. My arsenal, imagination and capacity for cruelty FAR exceed your own!”
Jenny might’ve answered if the Queen of Nightmares hadn’t forced her throat across the rubber-coated steel and pushed down as hard as she could! Jacobs didn’t bother to waste any precious oxygen demanding a rope break, she just held on and hoped that Castle wasn’t out of position. She needn’t have worried, Nick was already close and even bypassed the usual warning once he saw the malicious gleam in Brewster’s eyes. Adelaide released at ‘FOUR!’, the zealot raising her hands overhead to confirm the clean break.
This it was, albeit in name only since Brewster whipped around and raced across the ring immediately thereafter. Roused to something like sympathy following Jenny’s escape from the Red Mist, the FAWNatics tried to warn her of the swiftly impending doom, alas the Innovator’s senses were scrambled and she was still draped in the strands when Brewster flew in low and THAWHUMPED a savage Back Elbow between the former World Champion’s shoulder blades!
ROPE HUNG BACK ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0om_2v_PJGo
Jacobs jolted hard against the ropes, tumbled onto one side and rolled to all fours, or three out of four, seeing as how one hand immediately sought out the ache Adelaide left behind. As for the Daughter of Darkness, she spun off one knee and took a slow, predatory lap around her vulnerable opposition. Quick to note that welt between Jacobs’s shoulders, Brewster swatted the meager protection to one side, crooked her own hands into talons and raaaaaaaaaaked them down Jenny’s back!
“BYTCH!” Jacobs wailed as she reared back on her knees, her left hand flying to those angry pink welts.
“That’s champion bytch to you, heathen.” Adelaide sniped. She slapped the back of Jenny’s head just because she could, then grabbed the challenger’s left wrist and tugged that arm under her chin cut-throat style. Double J scrambled to verticality at once, the galvanized grappler just stuffing elbows into Brewster’s tummy to get herself free from Blood & Black LaNO! Adelaide took a step back, giving her stolen wrist a huge yank in the process. Already off balance, Jenny spun around in a loopy circle that put her chin in perfect position for the Rolling Elbow Brewster stapled to it with a meaty THWHAP!
R.I.P.CORD ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3QDU2V2Glcw
The force of it kept Jacobs spinning, albeit at a much different pace considering her knees were already giving way. This decaying verticality was more that enough for Adelaide’s needs, she snuggled in behind the heathen and trapped her in place with white-knuckled Waistlock. No biting or sermonizing now, the Herald of Horrors Yet to Come just dropped her hips and hurled Jacobs up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head with a beautifully brutal Release German Suplex.
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lbDTl3dv8P8
Jenny landed high and tight on the back of her head, rolled through to her knees and promptly timbered to her back less than eighteen inches from the ropes. With the leader of the Jacobites down and out, Adelaide stood tall, ‘flicked’ her trunks back into place and turned her attention to the jeering congregation. “See that, heathens?” she swept a hand over the splattered frame of her challenger. “None of the Champions that came before are worthy to stand in my presence! Not Veronica Treymane! Not Sue Burlingame! And especially not this bit of peroxide-soaked California garbage!”
The boos got louder, then gave way to cheers because Jenny was on one knee and using the ropes to drag herself to boot-leather. Now Adelaide Brewster considered resilience an excellent tenderizer in her meals, but only at her command. Seeking to tear the independence from this particular non-believer, the Queen of Nightmares closed in from behind, snatched a huge handful of hair and hauled Jenny up just enough to force her upper body through the gap between the top and middle ropes. From there she switched over to a rough grip on the blonde’s biceps, all the better to drape Jacobs’s arms over the rubber-coated steel.
“Get her out of the ropes, Adelaide.” Castle said when the brunette backed off to admire her handiwork. “I mean it. You can’t retain the title with her stuck in the ropes, so get it back to the center of the ring.”
Brewster flashed him a pitying look. “Poor blind arbiter. Once again you fail to see the grand scheme of things. This isn’t about retaining a title, THIS,” she reached out, buried a hand in Jenny’s hair and yaaaaaaaaaaanked until the challenger was hissing in anguish, “is about reminding some blonde chattel that I am no mere World Champion. I am FAWN’S QUEEN OF NIGHTMARES!” Adelaide released the hair-hold only to rake Jenny from shoulders to backside once, twice, thrice!
Castle and the whole of the sold-out crowd protested this most vehemently, but the former hadn’t yet started his count so Brewster cuddled in close and filled her hands with the Innovator’s bounty, Adelaide squeezing, clawing, twisting and mauling until the senior official finally reached ‘FOUR!’ Brewster cleared off to stop Castle’s yammering, unfortunately for Jenny only ensured a few heartbeats worth of reprieve because the Daughter of Darkness was breathing down her neck the instant the ref acknowledged the ‘clean’ break. Quick to free the blonde’s arms now that the ropes had done their job, Adelaide pulled Jenny out of the strands and deftly crisscrossed her wrists under her chin in a Straightjacket.
“I know you pride yourself on your creativity, sister.” Brewster cooed to the NorCal Sensation after she’d driven a few quick, jabbing knees into blonde backside. “So perhaps you will be so kind as to favor me with several new and different ways to submEERRHH NNGGHH!”
Jenny went to the old school well with a stomp and a Headbutt delivered one right after the other. The pressure on her throat slackened but didn’t fall away, so Jacobs stamped Brewster’s other foot and made point of grinding the zealot’s toes beneath her heel. “You don’t have the talent to submit me, honey.” she growled. “Just like you don’t have the talent to take a Title Match without having four other bytches watch your assSSHUUNNNNGGGHHHHH!”
Adelaide jumped, stuffed her knees against the heathen’s back and laid out flat to blow all the air from Jenny’s lungs in most spectacular fashion. Reduced to a breathless blonde pennant in the wake of the Straightjacket Lungblower, Jenny rolled off her tormentor’s knees only to find her troubles worsening because Brewster still had hold of her wrists! Sliding into a seamless mount in the hollow of her opponent’s back, Adelaide planted her feet and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back on a truly brutal application of the Noctem Aeturnus!
STRANGLEHOLD LUNGBLOWER & NOCTEM AETURNUS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F0xBW3wZGOM
“SUBMIT!” Adelaide demanded of her mewling adversary. “HUMBLE YOURSELF BEFORE THE QUEEN OF NIGHTMARES!”
Castle wasn’t about to couch his question in such gaudy language, but he was quick to ask it nonetheless. “What do you say, Jenny? You hanging in there?”
Talking was a waste of breath, but Jenny didn’t want to nod ‘yes’ and have the zebra think she was throwing in the towel, so she grunted, “I’m fine. Just let me EEERRRRGGGHHHH!”
Adelaide tugged Jacobs’s wrists up and down to put even more strain on that already crimped neck. “Let you what?” the World Champion teased. “Suffer and scream? Arbiter Castle is far too righteous a man to allow something like that, aren’t you, Castle?” Nick said nothing, though he was clearly concerned by the growing flush in Jenny’s cheeks. “Beg for mercy, heathen.” Adelaide demanded after another five seconds or so. “Kiss my boots and perhaps you will live long enough to see another sunri--”
“Go f*ck yourself.” Jenny rasped. “You want to be worshipped? I’m sure Miranda or Tiffany would be happy to NGH!”
Brewster loosened the Straightjacket just to THWONK Jenny’s forehead against the mat. Then she reared back even farther, the brunette doing her damndest to break the Innovator’s spine and spirit. Yet face or heel, loved or loathed, Jacobs wasn’t a quitter. Options whittled down to one, maybe two choices, the red-faced grappler began rocking her hips back n’ forth, a subtle motion at first, but one that eventually allowed her to sliiiiiiiide one leg forward so that a knee was planted against the canvas.
Forced from her mount by the change in alignment, Brewster wedged a knee into Jenny’s back and continued to reef on the Straightjacket. “Give it up, bytch.” she snarled. “You belong to me now.”
But Jacobs disagreed and offered a compelling counter-argument by sliding through a rough quarter turn en route to slooooooowly reclaiming her feet. Ignoring the little chill that ran down her spine when the FAWNatics applauded her escape, Jenny jabbed a heel into the brunette’s knee and raked it down her shin half a dozen times in rapid succession. To make matters worse for the zealot Jenny stamped on her other foot, a simple yet effective bid for freedom. “Luuuuhhhh… let go, Brewster.” the Innovator gurgled. “Before I decide to pulp your toWHOOOOAAHHHNNNGGHH!”
Not about to release her prey from such an effective trap, Adelaide pointed Jenny at a corner on the far side of the ring and set off at top speed. Arms thoroughly in the Churchgoer’s power, Jacobs couldn’t twist out of the way or attempt any of her numerous acrobatic escapes. Brewster’s course was the only one open to her, meaning the durable blonde battler was still moving full speed ahead when the champion BWUUUNGED her tits-first into the top turnbuckle.
Gaping in open-mouthed relief when Adelaide released her wrists, the NorCal Sensation hooked a foot over the bottom rope before she called to Nick, “Break! Get her away, Castle. I’m in the BYTCH!”
Adelaide pounded a spiteful Forearm Smash against the small of the blonde’s back, then slipped her head beneath Jacobs’s left arm and backed off just far enough to hoist the challenger onto her right shoulder. Murmurs of concern grew to a worried buzz when Brewster set her prey in a seat on the top turnbuckle and climbed onto the middle rope. “Did you want out of the corner, sister?” the Queen of Nightmares teased after she’d cinched her arms around Jenny’s waist. “Then allow me to send you off in style.” Adelaide shifted her legs over the strands one after the other, the sturdy brunette hooking her ankles against the inside of the second strand to better secure her seat up top.
Grunting when Brewster gouged knotted fists into her navel, Jacobs grabbed at the ropes with one hand and plunged the other into her tormentor’s dark hair. “Get the hell offa me, Adelaide. Unless you want to leave your hair behiOOOOOOOWWWWWW FAHK!” Jenny forgot all about hair pull to rend the air with paralyzed claws when Brewster snuggled in and chomped down on the side of her neck!
The champ’s ‘drink’ lasted a full four seconds and might’ve gone on a little longer if she hadn’t heard Jacobs’s hands ‘thump’ against her thighs. Thus satisfied, the Weeping Angel licked her lips and bridged back and down to hurtle Jenny to the thinly-sheathed plywood with a thunderous German SuplNOOOO!
The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds adjusted mid-plunge to land on her feet behind the zealot, who was now hung upside down in the Tree of Woe! Jenny charged the corner on sheer instinct and THWHUMPED her heels into Brewster’s exposed midsection with a textbook Dropkick!
Adelaide shuddered without slopping free of her predicament, so Jenny snatched a handful of hair and hauled her about halfway up, all the better to just FLOG Brewster’s back with no less than a dozen quick kicks! “All right Jenny, that’s enough.” Nick said once the challenger let Adelaide drop. “Take a second to catch your breath, I’ll get her loose from--” The Senior Official dove out of the way to avoid a headlong collision when Jacobs spun on a dime and bolted for the opposite corner. Far too eager for vengeance to bother with actually slowing down, Jenny hopped onto the middle buckle, pushed off and spun around to hit the canvas at a dead run. Adelaide saw the heathen coming, scrabbled for the second rope and started to haul herself up for THWHAP!” Jacobs took to the skies again for a gorgeous Hesitation Dropkick that delivered her heels unto Brewster’s midsection with all the vim and vigor of an ash stake! Adelaide didn’t crumble to powder, rather she pooled out in gut-shot agony, the brunette’s knuckles brushing limply against the mat.
TREE OF WOE HESITATION DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ahHmysOXWGo
“Dammit Jenny, that’s enough!” Castle barked at the rejuvenated challenger. “Back off so I can get her out of the corner!” Jacobs got to one knee and ‘flicked’ her trunks snug against her hips without making an effort to vacate the premises. “C’mon Nick, look at how her ankles are trapped against the ropes. No way you’re going to get her out of that without some help.” “Thanks, but I think I’ll manage.” he replied dryly.
Jenny raised her hands and shook her head. “All right, whatever you--” she hopped onto the second rope, grabbed the top for leverage and wedged a heel between Brewster’s thighs in a vindictively bouncy stomp! Adelaide’s surprised shrieks were swallowed by the delight of the FAWNatics so Castle didn’t mind raising his voice to make the count heard. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Jenny dropped away between ‘THREE and FOUR!’ hooked her fingers under the champion’s kneepads and used the grip to flip Brewster down onto one knee in a slow motion tumble. “There. She’s out. Now back the f*ck off.” the Innovator snapped at Nick even before she used a handful of Adelaide’s waistband and drag her to a knock-kneed semblance of verticality. Catching the zealot’s right arm in a rough Half Nelson, Double J looped her left arm around Adelaide’s waist and dragged / led her all the way to the middle of the ring before she tore her free of her moorings and THWHUMPED her down spine-first atop the post of her right thigh! Brewster’s legs shot straight into the sky, by all right she should’ve fallen free from the blonde’s grasp, but Jacobs used the residual momentum to return to boot-leather with Adelaide still strapped to her chest.
“Huuuuhhhh…. huuuuhhh… f*cking heathen.” the brunette moaned. “Get your hands off of NNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Jenny muscled her up and brought her down with another Half Nelson Backbreaker, the former World Champion channeling her inner Leila Olmstead in an effort to snap Brewster in half.
HALF NELSON BACKBREAKERS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I1GNATCO0NY
Adelaide’s second rebound didn’t have nearly the height of her first effort, yet thanks to Jenny’s tenacious Half Nelson it was more than enough to set the Churchgoer on her feet. From there she spun Addy around and greeted her with a sharp Toe Kick to the belly. A Standing Headscissors and Waistlock followed, though the former was only in place for a moment before the NorCal Sensation spun Brewster into a slumped seat on her shouldOOOOOOHHH! No rest for this wicked lass, Jenny twisted into position between the brunette’s stems and sat out to administer the Powerbomb while simultaneously driving the point of her right elbow into Adelaide’s crotch! A wide-eyed, slack-jawed Brewster sat up on impact, then got shoved right back down so Jenny could catch both legs in a tight bundle and point her butt at the lights for a count of…
SLEDGE-O-MATIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjMJ1L9AfKk
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Weeping Angel jerked a shoulder off the mat, extending her title reign for another three seconds or so. The near fall didn’t faze Jenny in the slightest, in fact she nodded quite happily while laying claim to her opponent’s ankles. Taking one in each hand, she got to her feet, then turned around and positioned herself between the splayed stems. Hands clasped against her chest, she looked to Nick and said, “Keep your head on a swivel, Castle.”
Nick looked around to make sure he hadn’t missed some encroachment on the ring. “Looks like the coast is clear for now.”
“Won’t be for long. Those cockroaches will come out of the woodwork as soon as this tramp starts to scream.” Jacobs dipped her knees and twisted to the left to flip Adelaide onto her stomach. Stepping over the cruelly-contorted churchgoer, Jenny planted a foot on either side of Brewster’s hips and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaned forward on the Whateley Reef Crab.
WHATELEY REEF CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOjhvoV-AgY
Adelaide groaned, buried her face in the crook of one elbow and shrieked through the worst of the pain before setting both hands against the mat. “Out of the way, arbiter.” she growled at Castle. “I’ve got a hold to break.” Jacobs wasn’t pleased by the confidence in the champion’s tone, but neither was she terribly surprised when Adelaide puuuuuushed her way off the canvas and started dragging them both toward the ropes.
Torn between keeping her head on a swivel and keeping Brewster skewered on this particular stake, the NorCal Sensation settled into an even deeper crouch so she could unlock her hands without ceding control over the brunette’s legs. A few hard swats to the ribs brought Adelaide’s progress to a grinding halt, then reversed it entirely when Jenny laid claim to her wrists and hauled the now-wailing World Champ into a spine-wrenching Rocking Horse Crab!
ROCKING HORSE CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RlIAGuU39ow
“NOT GOING ANYWHERE, BYTCH!” Jenny bellowed as she swung the bundled brunette back n’ forth. “TAP OUT BEFORE I-- SHYT! AISLE, CASTLE! AISLE!”
Nick whipped around and sure enough Miranda Wainright had materialized seemingly from nowhere. A glance to the left and right confirmed Penny Tremblay and Tiffany Mayes respectively, which meant-- “Graylock on my six, Nick! Watch out!”
MIRANDA WAINRIGHT:
PENELOPE TREMBLAY:
TIFFANY MAYES:
HELENA GRAYLOCK:
A muttered curse from the zebra confirmed Jacobs’s worse suspicions, as did a second scan of the perimeter. Miranda and her sisters were closing in from all sides and though none had actually reached the squared circle the intent of their encroachment was unmistakable. Al’s voice suddenly flitted through the back of her mind, one of her longtime boyfriend’s countless terrible impressions. ‘The point is, you are alive when they start to eat you.’
Answering the tension with a hard grin, Jenny craaaaaaaaanked up on Brewster’s wrists and barked, “Keep ‘em back, Miranda! Or I’ll snap her in half before you break it up!”
The Septa of Sorrow smiled ever so slightly. “I doubt that, sister. We both know you don’t have the strength of sinew or will required for such drastic NNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Someone struck Wainright from behind, the blonde lurching into an unpleasant apron to chest collision only for her attacker to catch a shoulder and spin her around for another stiff shot to the sternum. The sounds of similar skirmishes at the other compass points (as well as a round of raucous cheers from the crowd) told Jenny that Emily and her chess nerds had showed up to level the playing field.
EMILY WEST:
BECKY CLAYTON:
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
“Oooohhhh, what’s the matter Addy?” Jacobs taunted her squirming prey. “Did the Court wreck your little picnic?”
“F*ck you.” Brewster growled. “Those heathens have no love for you.”
“And I have nothing but disdain for them.” Jenny agreed. “Hell, I probably loathe West and Lemarchand more than I hate you, but if they keep the rest of your f*cked up convent away from the ring I’ll--”
A BWAAANG from the outside drew the Innovator’s attention over one shoulder just in time to see Helena Graylock sling Becky Clayton into the steel guardrail like a sack of laundry. With the Courtier temporarily removed from the board, Helena turned her attention to the action in the ring and grabbed hold of the top rope.
“TAP OUT, DAMN YOU!” Jenny jostled the Crab harder than ever, but Adelaide was laughing at her even as she shuddered with anguish.
“NEVER! YOU’LL NEVER TAKE THIS FROM MEEEERRRRRRGGGHHH!”
“GRAY LADY INCOMING, CASTLE!” Jacobs called to the senior official, who was doing his best to keep an eye on the quartet of fracases around the ring. Give the man credit, he heard Jenny’s call and started toward the towering redhe--THWHACK! Sue Burlingame dove under the bottom rope in a blur, popped to boot-leather and immediately plastered one of those boots to Graylock’s chin in a gorgeous Super Kick! Helena’s head snapped back and she staggered sideways but didn’t go down, so the Ace reset her feet and-- a third intruder caught Burlingame around the waist and promptly turned her inside out courtesy of a gorgeous German Suplex!
For a moment Jenny thought it was Penny Tremblay, then a familiar voice said, “Told ya you needed back-up, baby.”
Jacobs was so startled she lost her grip on Adelaide’s wrists. “What the hell, Dufresne? I told you I’m not looking to join a goddamned clique!”
DAPHNE DUFRESNE:
Daphne Dufresne looked irritated, though she didn’t give up the defensive position she’d taken around the challenger. “Oh, I see. So what, you’re going to bend the knee to West? Or were you just planning to kiss Wainright’s asSUUURRGGH!”
Recovered from the Super Kick, Graylock stormed in and wrapped that red leather-sheathed hand around the Gatecrasher’s throat. “Your presence is neither requested or desired, little one.” she murmured. “But I’m sure The Gray will be happy to accept your--”
THWHA-THWHACK! A pair of kicks lashed across the backs of the redhead’s thighs, drawing her attention to one of West’s heathen interlop-- “NNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
LUCY HARKER:
MINA MURRAY:
Lucy Harker and Mina Murray greeted the zealot with a tandem Super Kick that sent Graylock staggering into the wicked clutches of Daphne Dufresne. Catching Helena in a Half Waistlock / Half Nelson combination, D² dropped her hips and peeled off a vicious bridge to dump Helena on the back of her head and shoulders!
HALF NELSON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6P99a9dblNE
“What’d we tell you?” Lucy asked as she and Mina sidled up to Jenny and Daphne respectively. “Not even weird British ghost bytches can stop-- f*ck, who IS this chick?”
Left on one knee after the brutal Suplex, Helena rose to her full height and went straight for the Wicked Tr--
“GET THE HELL OUT OF MY RING, ALL OF YOU!” Nick Castle damn near roared as he stepped between Graylock and her targets. “I MEAN IT! ONE MORE STEP AND SO HELP ME GOD I’LL THROW YOU HUUUURRRRGGGGGHH!”
Miranda’s Monster grabbed him by the throat, caught a handful of belt for extra leverage and hauled the poor dope into the sky before anyone even thought to come to his defense. Devoted to the job even in the face of great personal risk, Castle managed to flick a signal to the Timekeeper a heartbeat before Graylock THAWHAMMED him to the mat with a thunderous Choke Slam. Ref destruction always got a pop from the FAWNatics, though their pleasure proved short-lived as Nick’s return to terra firma was punctuated by the CLANG of the bell and the Announcer offering that most displeasing of results. “Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has disqualified both competitors, therefore the match is a draw and Adelaide Brewster is STILL the FAWN World Champion!”
This proclamation did nothing to slow the fighting between the warring forces, if anything it intensified once Becky slid under the bottom rope to get at the Gray Lady. Frustrated beyond belief, Jenny went to get another piece of Adelaide only to dip through the ropes when she spied a recovered Sue Burlingame going straight at Daphne. Dufresne saw it too and made her exit alongside Scandalous, though she was kind enough to blow the Ace a sympathetic kiss.
“See what just happened here, Jen?” Lucy asked once the unlikely quartet was a safe distance up the ramp. “This is the level of service you’ll be privy to as a member of Wicked. Without us--”
“You’d have been the latest smear in the turf war between the Court and the Church.” Mina finished for her.
Jacobs sighed, raked an angry hand through her hair. “Look, I appreciate the save, I actually do. But I don’t play well with--”
Daphne held up a hand. “You’ve got some doubts, I did too when I was in your position. So you know what we’re going to do? Remove those doubts one by one. And when they’re all gone…”
“You’ll trade those J’s for W’s.” Scandalous purred.
Jenny didn’t know what to say, but that was fine, her benefactors had already turned around to disappear through the curtain. As for the Innovator, she continued to watch the Churchgoers and the Courtiers tear away at each other until a veritable herd of zebras brought an end to the brawl and a worried sign-off from Joanna Coleman brought an end to CNP 2018.