Post by dsb on Feb 11, 2020 0:41:26 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Atlanta Georgia, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. Representing Hot & Bothered, she is the baddest J-Dogg in the yard, this is JASMINE WASHINGTON!”
Jasmine V’s soft melodic ’That’s Me Right There’ filled the FAWN Arena and the crowd’s collective gaze turned to the upper stage. Wash pushed through the curtains a moment later, the Hotlanta Hardcase taking her place center stage with a pair of raised middle fingers.
Small, but ferocious and dedicated to the cause, Jas’ Dogg Pound did their level best to bark up some support for their heroine amidst the jeers of the majority. Washington didn’t seem to care much one way or the other, she simply kissed the tips of her extended index fingers, then whipped around so the louts and neckbeards had the best possible vantage point when she tapped ‘em to that domineering derriere.
JASMINE WASHINGTON:
This display raised a momentary howl from her supporters, though it wasn’t long before the haters answered back with chants of ‘CASSAVA LITE’ and ‘HOT AND BEATEN!’ Of course none of this stopped Jasmine’s Hate Parade, indeed their disdain only seemed to fuel the brunette’s hip swiveling march to the squared circle.
Dressed in a tiny black hoodie, J-Dogg angrily snapped her head back to clear the hood, her shoulder-length ebony locks brought into view. She waggled her way down the aisle like she owned the place, her face pinching with disgust when forced to shy away from the extended, nacho-cheez grimed hands of the FAWNatics. Glimpsed beneath the aforementioned hoodie were camo boy-cut trunks and a matching top, the former accentuating her bootylicious backside all the more. The outfit was completed with black pads and boots.
Reaching the ring, Wash hopped to the apron and swished her rump from side to side. From there she dipped and slid through the ropes to take up residence in the center of the ring. Craig Long strode over to check the brunette’s pads and earned a stern rebuke for his efforts, Jasmine sending that rep from Da Man’s horde scurrying with nothing more than the threat of a smack upside the head. With the spotlight hers and hers alone,
Jas swiveled her badonka-donk through a memorable pirouette and strolled to the far corner to await the arrival of tonight’s bikini meat. Oh, she knew the chick was supposed to be a bad-ass, but-- “Honey, you’ve never stepped into J-Dogg’s yard before. And you won’t last long enough to recognize the severity of your mistake.”
The crowd had started to quiet down when the Announcer went on. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Blue Bay, Florida, stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and seventeen pounds. She is the Slappin’ Sensation, ladies and gentlemen I give you MACY RENQUIST!”
MESS AROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJlFKmfZGL4
MACY RENQUIST:
Cheers rose up alongside the opening to Cage the Elephant’s ‘Mess Around’ as the FAWN revelers gave it up for the Beach Blaster. Macy greeted them promptly, brushing through the curtain with both arms already spread wide. Armored in her usual white & pink varsity jacket and sporting an oversized pair of red headphones, Renquist pulled aside half of the latter so she could hear the roar of the crowd. Grinning at the reception, Macy set her headgear back in place and started down the ramp. As was now her custom, Macy came to the ring alone, her trainer and mentor ‘Astonishing’ Amanda Jane Giardi having turned her attention to newer, less disciplined hands in need of steadying at the FAWN Finishing School. Her absence didn’t trouble Renquist one bit, indeed the slender blonde slapping machine looked ice cold under as she bobbed her head to the beat and returned the high-fives extended in her direction.
Heading for the stairs once she cleared the aisle, Macy made quick time onto the apron and through the ropes. She claimed the center of the ring in short order and expanded her fan base exponentially when she doffed the jacket to show off a strappy white two piece with pink trim and matching accents. Her knee and elbow pads were an identical black, while the ankle wraps she wore in place of boots were matte pink, an homage to her trainer. Revealed to be almost solid muscle and sinew once shod of her varsity jacket, Renquist scanned the crowd one more time before she headed to the far corner where she hung up the jacket for safe keeping. The headphones came next, Macy hooking them around the post so they rested atop her jacket. Showing the ref a smirk after he’d checked off on her pads and wraps, Renquist noted, “Gonna need you to keep your head on a swivel tonight, Craig. Can’t be worrying about FAWN’s Most Hated while I’m playing Dogg Catcher.”
“And miss all the action in the ring? What kind of ref would that make me?”
“Oh, you won’t miss anything. Just listen for the slaps, then count three and catch the replay.”
The zebra didn’t have anything to say to that, so he just cleared off and threw a signal to the Timekeeper. Jasmine was out of her corner at the sound of the bell, clearly eager to cut through another blonde pretender en route to a long overdue shot at the sweaty little weirdo running roughshod over FAWN’s Lightweight ranks. Macy didn’t waste any time either, though the Beach Blaster hung a step behind most likely to better extrapolate her opponent’s approach.
“Hey, don’t I know you?” Washington asked as Renquist closed the distance. “Yeah, yeah I do! You’re that skinny-ass JV cheerleader type that got famous for slappin’ other skinny-ass JV cheerleaders upside the head on the beach! I LOVED those videos!” Jasmine’s tone dripped with derisive sarcasm, not that this slowed Macy’s progress in the slightest. “Know what else I loved?”
“Picking out a lip-balm that makes it easier to kiss Kylie’s ass?” the blonde snapped as she rolled to a stop.
Jas snorted her incredulity. “Oh, girl’s got jokes now! Joke away, funny girl. I’m gonna f*ck you up worse than Sweatfire ever--”
“I’d like to see you try, tuff girl.” Macy challenged. “I’ve got a slap that’ll put you down faster than any dog whisOFH!”
Jasmine sent the blonde stumbling with a quick shove, stepped after her and swiped a pie-face across Renquist’s mouth to make the intended disrespect absolutely clear. “You’re gonna slap me out? Bytch, don’t make me laugh! Your little love taps aren’t enough to make me NGH!”
Macy hit her with a straight right hand rather than her usual open palm technique. It forced Jasmine back a few steps, but the camo-clad beauty’s legs were steady as ever while she checked her bottom lip for blood. “You’re gonna regret using that one free shot so godddamned early, babycakes.”
Macy made a show of brushing some invisible dust from her knuckles before beckoning the Hot half of H&B forward with crooked fingers. “I think I’ll get over my disappointment, honey. You on the other hand, are going to lament all those questionable choices that led to me slapping the teeth outta your mouRRGGHH!”
Done talking (for now at least) Jasmine launched herself at Macy, sweeping the Slappin’ Sensation into a rough albeit perfectly legal Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. Renquist returned the clinch with equally mean-spirited enthusiasm, the pair of Lightweights digging into her foe’s bicep while simultaneously grinding the heel of one palm into opposing chin. Not willing to cede a single bit of ground to a pretty pink caricature like Macy Renquist, Washington shifted her grippin’ hand to the blonde’s sleek ponytail and wrapped it around her fist a few times to YANK her foe’s head at a sharp angle.
“Figured out your mistake yet, beeyotch?” Jas mashed Renquist’s cheeks between her fingers just because she could. “You’re messin’ with the baddest chick in the EERRRRHHHH!”
Macy answered the hair-pull with one of her own, then continued to set the tone by tapping the tip of Washington’s nose with her index finger. “Stop telling lies, cutie.” Renquist cooed through clenched teeth. “Long as we share a ring, I’M the baddest!”
The roughhousing didn’t seem to bother either competitor (or the crowd for that matter) but Craig Long insisted on spoiling the mood by saying, “C’mon ladies, off the hair. You’re better than that.” Renquist and Washington made no response, they were far too preoccupied tummying up on the roadblock between them and a shot at the Lightweight title. Sighing, Craig tried again. “I said off the hair, ladies. Don’t make me count.”
“Why, forget how?” Jasmine taunted.
Long couldn’t allow such a suggestion a shelf life of more than a few seconds, thus he started in with, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
Jasmine gave up the chin-push for a second handful of Macy’s ponytail, an emphatic tug of which allowed her to start the blonde backpedaling toward the nearest corner. It didn’t actually break Craig’s count, it just reset it, as Washington discovered the moment she’d smeared Renquist’s tush against the second turnbuckle. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
“All right, all right, I f*cking hear ya!” J-Dogg barked at the zebra even as she continued to match Macy tug for tug. “How ‘bout a count for this bytch too, huh?”
“Count’s for BOTH of you Jasmine. Now let go of the goddamned hair!”
This seemed to placate blonde and brunette, as they abandoned their mutual grips and slowly raised their hands to shoulder-level. “Nice ponytail, sweetness.” Jas murmured in her opponent’s ear. “It’ll make a bytchin’ leash when I’m leading you around the ring on all fours!” she pushed off and followed with a paintbrushing Slap, Washington just PASTING Renquist across the cheek!
All smiles as Renquist’s head snapped to the side, Jas ruffled her hair with both hands and added, “That’s what you GET for steppin’ to Hot & Both--”
Macy pushed off the corner to unleash a whistling Overhand Slap that almost sloshed Washington’s bounty from their cups! Filling her hands with the brunette’s hair when Jasmine doubled over, Renquist hauled her up on tiptoe and stepped aside to ensure a clear path when she BWUUUNGED Washington’s forehead against the roughly-padded steel. Jas shuddered on impact but also used the leaning-post of the corner to throw a quick Back Elbow into the blonde’s sternum. Turning around immediately thereafter, the Hotlanta Badass stomped her way out-“OOFFFHH!”
Renquist shoved her back against the buckles with a quick Push Kick to the sternum, then rushed in and hopped onto the second rope just to THUNK her right knee into the startled wrestler’s forehead! Washington’s butt sank noticeably against the buckles but she braced her elbows against the top rope to keep upright. An admirable show of fortitude to be sure, but in the end it didn’t do her much good as the Beach Blaster promptly returned to the canvas and spun ‘round on one heel so she could collect Jasmine’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock.
A brisk walk to the middle segued into a Snapmare that dropped Washington flush on her tush. Running the ropes even before she felt the thump of butt on deck, Macy bounced off and came back for something that could’ve been a Meteora or a Basement Dropkick or even low-flying Reverse ST--CRAAACK!
SNAPMARE & RUNNING BASEMENT SLAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pMn5VZ_soMk
Macy lived up to her nickname by tagging Jasmine’s cheek with a Slap that sent her from a slumped seat to a facedown sprawl in the blink of an eye. Circling back to the brunette wreckage, Renquist dropped to her knees, pulled Jas over onto her back and stretched out atop her chest in search of the…
ONE…
TWO…
J-Dogg kicked out simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ if not a whisper before, she wasn’t about to be dismissed so easily. “So you liked the Macy Slapps videos, huh Jasmine? That’s great, it’s always nice to meet a fan.” Macy’s voice was pleasantly menacing as she sidled in behind the H&B pillar. “Tell me, did you like it when I did this?”
Grabbing J-Dogg’s shoulders to keep her from breaking away, Renquist threaded her right leg under Washington’s right hip, slung her left leg over the left hip and crossed her ankles to deliver a single punishing squeeeeeeeeze. Braced awkwardly on her right elbow, Jas shook her head ‘no’ and jabbed the point of her left elbow into Renquist’s thigh in a spirited effort to break the Scissors. The tactic elicited a grunt from Macy but that was it, so she spiked that lean blonde thigh again, then pressed down and gouged in as deep as she could.
“Let go of me, bytch.” Jasmine demanded. “Less you wanna wear long tights for the next few uuurrgggghhh!”
Macy countered with another harsh constriction, then slipped her hand beneath Washington’s left bicep to remove that limb from the equation courtesy of a Half Nelson. “You’re gonna have to do better than that if you want out.” Renquist taunted. “Otherwise I’ll win this match with only a single slap thrown. And if I do that, Kylie’s gonna be looking for a new lackey before you slink through the curtain!”
Quick to find her attacker’s ponytail despite the Half Nelson, Jasmine wrenched on Macy’s sleek locks and growled, “Bytch, I’m nobody’s lackey! I’m a founding goddamned member of Hot and BotherMMMMRRRPPPHHHH!”
Renquist slipped her free (right) hand across J-Dogg’s mouth and made things that much worse by catching Jas’ nose between her thumb and the base of her index finger. Not content to simply smother, she pinched Washington’s nostrils as she turned them this way and that, the Beach Blaster content to sacrifice the tightest possible seal in favor of inflicting more pain. “I don’t care what the hell you call yourself in the H&B booster meeting.” Macy snarked. “Now are you going to submit or do I have to tear off doggy’s cute little nosERRGGGH let go, bytch. Now!”
Jasmine, who’d managed to catch Renquist’s right ear in an answering pincer, did her level best to twist it from the side of her opponent’s head.
Neither the HOM or the Ear Clamp was illegal, not that it stopped Craig Long from trying to coax his charges down a more peaceable path after only a few seconds. “C’mon ladies, keep away from each other’s faces, ok?”
Grimacing through the as of yet undiminished ear twist, Renquist honed in on the official and asked, “What was that, ref? You want me to shut the Dogg’s mouth for good? Sure, I can do that.” With that she broke the palm smother and nose pinch, thus letting Washington draw a deep breath. An understandable reaction, unfortunately it left Jas vulnerable for a second pincer, this one applied to her upper lip!
Jasmine shrieked in angry hurt, let released both of her own grips and caught hold of Renquist’s encroaching hand so she could sink her teeth into the base of the blonde’s thumb! The resultant wails from both competitors was more than enough to earn a count from the black & white, Craig tolling off a quick, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Macy and Jas released just after ‘FOUR!’ and scrambled in opposite directions, albeit only far enough to return to verticality outside the reach of her opponent’s claws. Washington reached the goal a split-second ahead of her foe and fired off a Toe Kick aimed at the pit of Renquist’s stomNO!
The Slappin’ Sensation caught Jasmine’s boot in both hands and immediately tossed it down to keep the Hotlanta Hardcase off balance long enough to CRAAACK! another Knife-Edge Chop across that camouflage décolletage! Arms crossed tight to her chest, Jas backpedaled as quick as she could, it just wasn’t fast enough to keep Macy from reeling her in with a Front Facelock. This she followed with a snug grip on her rival’s waistband and a pair of snappy Kneelifts to Washington’s fluttering belly. Turning in a circle to disorient and display, Macy offered the FAWNatics a beaming smile, then let loose of J-Dogg’s trunks and raised her right hand to the rafters just to CRAAAAAACK it down between Jasmine’s shoulders in a resounding Slap!
Washington groaned as her legs went watery, but she avoided taking a knee by wrapping both arms around the blonde’s waist. “That the best you can do, cupcaOOOOOFFFFFFHHHH!”
Renquist slipped her slappin’ arm under Jasmine’s left bicep to stretch it out at an awkward angle in a Single Underhook. Soon as those hooks were set she dipped her knees and popped her hips to take Washington up, over and DOWN onto her back with an effortless Half Hatch Suplex! Mercy floated over into a Crossbody, hooked the far leg and drew it up to Jas’ chest while Craig and the crowd counted…
HALF HATCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZFpKVXC_LY
ONE…
TWO…
Jasmine wrested loose simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ but she didn’t think to roll onto her stomach, so Renquist got to her feet and sprang straight up, the blonde tucking her heels against her backside to better deliver every bit of her weight unto J-Dogg’s undefended midsection! The Hot & Bothered stalwart jolted violently, though she settled out as soon as Macy somersaulted to her feet on the other side of gaping grappler. Eager to keep the pressure on her adversary, Renquist launched herself skyward for the second time in as many seconds, the Slappin’ Sensation stretchin’ out full length to bring those washboard abs-- “NNNNGGHHHHH!”
Washington didn’t just raise her knees, she drew ‘em up and pistoned both feet straight up to first impale, then launch the exposed blonde! Macy hit HARD on her right hip and shoulder, the blonde rolling almost all the way to the ropes before momentum stalled and she drew into a loose ball.
Elsewhere, Jasmine took a moment to check on her stinging features, then hurried to boot-leather and rushed over to Renquist so she could stomp an aggressive mudhole in the floundering Floridian! “Prissy bytch, think you’re gonna blow my goddamned doors off, huh? Think you’re gonna showcase on the Hardcase to get another failed title shot? No, no, no, girlie, that’s not how this beat goes down!”
However it went, it was most certainly a beat-down, Washington’s rapid application of boot sole to hip, ribs, shoulder and thigh forcing Macy to turtle as best she could in the midst of slowly making her way to all fours. Noting the blonde’s bowed skull, Jasmine actually lowered her foot before delivering the latest kick in her fusillade. “It’s a little late to be groveling at my feet, honey.” she taunted. “But keep at it, you might get lucky.”
The smirk on her face suggested that leniency was extremely unlikely, as did the jaunty way Washington stepped over and around to ‘smeck’ her thighs around Renquist’s head. Facing the same way as her penitent prey, J-Dogg snatched hold of the other wrestler’s wrists and stretched them out in a rough ‘T’ shape so she could bear down on the Scissors with impunity. “Ask her!” Jas demanded of Craig Long after she’d bounced in place perhaps half a dozen times. “Ask Diet Mercy if she wants to give it up!”
“What do you say, Macy?” the referee checked. “Need me to call it?”
“Grrrhhhh… I say tell Bargain Bin Bates that she’s gonna need a lot more squeeze if she wants to put me doWHOANNGGGGGHHHH!”
Physically incapable of suffering trash talk from a blonde caught between her thighs, Washington hopped up and came down on her knees which meant Renquist came down on her forehead with a sinister THWHONK! Giving up the blonde’s wrists on impact, Jasmine rolled to her butt to shovel Macy onto her back and from there she leaned over the bruised Beach Blaster to catch her behind the knees for a Reverse Matchbook good for…
SCISSORED FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cDFnaViWpKQ
ONE…
TWO…
Renquist freed her legs from Washington’s grasp with enough force to get a shoulder off the mat, but she was still mired within the brunette’s clutches, as Jas reminded her by raaaaaaking the blonde’s face before switching over to a much more legal hold on her ears. “Ya know cutie, it’s not the slaps that piss me off. Prissy bytches like you, I’d be more surprised if you didn’t turn everything into a Slap Fight. What REALLY pisses me off,” Jasmine got Renquist on her feet, swung round behind and deftly strapped herself in place for an Abdominal Stretch, “was you thinking you were just gonna romp all over me when we were down there on the mat earlier.”
Feet planted flat (her left leg was threaded over top of Macy’s left thigh) Washington bent her knees and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back to put nauseating strain on the Slappin’ Sensation’s midsection and right arm. “Seems to me like you don’t know who I am, Renquist.” Jas crooked her right arm into a ‘V’ and began to drag the dagger of her elbow back and forth across Macy’s ribs. “So allow me to remind you. My name is Jasmine Washington, go ahead and scream it out for these people before I rip you in half!”
Renquist grimaced in distress, but made no effort to comply with the brunette’s demand. Jasmine didn’t much appreciate the obvious disrespect, so she switched from dragging to jabbing, the Hotlanta Hardcase just gouging that wicked elbow into the Floridian’s ribs over and over. “Say it, beeyotch!” Washington pressed her left palm to the side of Macy’s face and jouncing it up and down, thus exacerbating the bend of Renquist’s torso over her intruding thigh. “Say it! Say it! Say it! SAY IT!”
“Screw you, bytch!” Macy groaned. “You can’t make me UUUURGGGGGHH!”
Jas raised her plant leg, hooked it over the blonde’s hip and crossed her ankles to add a crushing Bodyscissors to the already painful hold. “I can’t WHAT, honey?” Jas shouted down at the suffering Slap Artist. “Can’t make you beg? Can’t make you cry?” Washington cupped her right hand beneath Renquist’s chin and wrenched her head back at a sharp angle, either to force eye contact, show her off to the hard camera or maybe both. “Looks like I’m more than halfway there!”
BODYSCISSORS ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9Mq8UdmN5E
Macy offered no response to this assertion, but Craig was concerned enough by the growing flush in her face to ask, “Hanging in there, Macy? Need me to call for the bell?”
“Hell no she ain’t hangin’ in there!” Jas answered for the blonde. “Just look at her, prissy little brat is about to tap the f*ck--oh, where you think you’re going, honey?”
The addition of the Bodyscissors did nothing for Renquist’s cramped ribs, what it did do was grant her a certain degree of mobility even if it meant she was carrying Jasmine’s weight for each and every step. Still, the first step put her that much closer to the ropes and a half dozen more put her within reach of sanct--“BREAK!” Macy caught hold of the top rope with her free hand and shook it emphatically. “Break the damned hold, dog-faceRRRRGGGHHH!”
Angered by the blonde’s resilience, Washington crooked her left hand into a claw and raked it across Renquist’s eyes not to deny her the break, but to make sure she was suitably distracted when Jas abandoned the Abdominal Stretch. In this effort she proved quite successful, as Macy was scrubbing at her features with both hands when J-Dogg wrenched her arms behind her back with a snug Double Chickenwing.
All to aware of what could arise from such an arrangement, Renquist kicked a foot out and managed to hook it under the middle rope. “Cheap bytch! Get offa me, I’m in the ropeNNNNNGGGGGGHHH!”
Jasmine wrenched her away from safety, dropped her hips and snapped backward to THWHUMP Renquist on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy of a Tiger Suplex. The ring-shivering slam left Macy folded in half, her buns pointed toward the rafters while Craig and a contingent of FAWNatics tolled the…
TIGER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qwLgxKVPXeg
ONE…
TWO…
Macy twisted free just after ‘TWO’ so it couldn’t really be called a near-fall, not that this stopped Washington from slapping a quick ‘this is how you do it!’ sort of three count just under the ref’s nose. Once this bit of remedial instruction was complete, she grabbed hold of Renquist’s shoulder-straps and hauled her to boot-leather only to slip an arm through her legs and drop to her knees so she could toss the Slappin’ Sensation right back to the deck with a simple Fireman’s Carry.
“Not in the ropes now, are you, brat?” Jas caught hold of the blonde’s ponytail, using it to lift Macy to a seat while she rose to her full height. “Still wanna bawl to the ref?”
Teeth clenched, Renquist reached up and sank her claws into J-Dogg’s wrist. “No, I want you to get your grubby little hands outta my haiRRRGGGHHH!”
Washington blasted a short kick between Macy’s shoulders, then let go of her hair (mostly to make sure Long wouldn’t interrupt her fun) and fired off two more THWHAPPING kicks to the same spot. After three she sank to her knees, pushed Renquist down flat and hooked the far leg in a Crossbody good for…
BASEMENT BACK KICKS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U6mhvL6U74U
ONE…
TWO…
Macy kicked out at ‘TWO!’, the Beach Blaster actually stuffing a hand under Jasmine’s chin to break the domineering press. “You’re really startin’ to get on my nerves, beeyotch.” Washington admitted in the midst of lifting her burden off the mat via a double ear twist. “And ya know what happens when this Dogg gets angry? She tends to bitNGH!”
Renquist cupped her hands across the back of Washington’s head, tucked her own noggin beneath the brunette’s chin and dropped to one knee to rock the other wrestler back on her heels with a quick Jawbreaker! Finally free from J-Dogg’s gnashing jaws, Macy took a moment to catch her breath, then pushed to verticality and-THWHACK! Jas hopped forward on her right foot so she could glue the left one to the point of Renquist’s chin with a perfect Super Kick!
The gobsmacked Floridian hit the deck in a heavy sprawl, but rather than pounce for an immediate pin, Washington caught hold of her ankles and shifted Macy’s position so she was lined up even with the ropes on either side. Satisfied with this arrangement, Jas dropped the blonde’s legs and ran the ropes to her opponent’s left. A quick hop ‘n skip took her over the prone pugilist, Washington still moving full speed ahead when she threw herself into a gorgeous handstand that ‘twanged’ her legs and backside against the rubber-coated steel. That natural springiness was more than enough to bounce Jasmine to her feet and into a flawless back-flip that brought her THWHAPPING down atop Macy’s midsection! Hooking the far leg as soon as the Shining Star Press connected, Washington slung her left leg over Renquist’s left thigh to keep her snugly secured for…
SUPER KICK & SHINING STAR PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fegyRp58pI4
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Macy shot an arm into the air and flopped onto her tummy with perhaps half a second to spare. “Stubborn bytch.” Jasmine slapped the blonde’s buns in irritation, then got to her feet and added a few quick stomps for good measure. “Well c’mon then!” Washington demanded as she cleared off by several steps. “You wanna keep kicking out, might as well get up and at least try to make this interesting!” Macy offered nothing by way of verbal reply, though she did brace her palms against the mat and force her way to one knee. “Ooooohhhh, you’re almost there now!” Jas taunted. “If only you could get off your knees, you could pretend you were a match for the J-Dogg!”
Now Renquist did regain her feet, the weary blonde swiping hair out of her eyes to glare daggers at “OOOOFFFHH!” Washington doubled her over with a Toe Kick to the gut, then backed off and rushed forward for a vertical leap that threaded her right leg over the nape of Macy’s neNO! Renquist twisted into her airborne attacker and stood up straight, the blonde wrapping her arms around Jas’ waist to keep her from slipping off the perch.
Wide-eyed at the way she’d gone from offense to the most precarious of defensive positions, Washington snatched Macy’s ponytail and yanked and twisted for all she was worth. “Put me down, beeyotch! Put me down right noUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHH!” The Slappin’ Sensation hopped up and dropped forward to land on her knees in relative comfort while Jasmine THAWHAMMED down flat, the H&B’er seeing stars the instant her head bounced off the thinly-sheathed plywood. Renquist didn’t consider herself a seasoned practitioner of the Powerbomb, but she damned well knew when she’d got all of a move, that’s why she went up on tiptoe and pressed all her weight into Jasmine’s upturned haunches while the ref counted…
THE TIDE TURNS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tOQljhPQoO0
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Washington pumped her legs to break the blonde’s trap by a narrow margin. Breathing hard in the wake of Jasmine’s grinding offense, Macy took a few seconds to steady out before she laid claim to J-Dogg’s wrist and used it to drag the both of ‘em to their feet. A short, quick Shoulderblock rocked Washington back on her heels, meaning Renquist only had to drop a shoulder to send her foe to the ropes with an Irish-- Jasmine dug in her heels and yanked Macy forward to ensure Macy took her place in search of the strands. Renquist went without complaint, indeed she’d only cleared a few steps when she took to the skies and landed with both feet on the middle strand. Dipping down deep, the Beach Blaster launched herself backward into the aether and twisted ‘round mid-flight to CRAAACK a gorgeous highflying Bytch Slap offa Jasmine’s incredulous cheek! Washington landed flat, bounced to a seat, stayed there until Macy pushed her flat and stretched out atop her chest while the ref tolled off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The J-Dogg shook her blonde off and barrel-rolled away to put several feet between she and Renquist. Macy watched but didn’t pursue, choosing instead to rest her hands on her thighs while drawing in several deep breaths. As for Jas, she clambered to one knee and set about working her sore jaw without once taking her attention from the Slappin’ Sensation. Speaking only when she was satisfied there was no damage, Washington snapped, “That the best you got, honey?”
“Not at all, cupcake. You just rolled away before I could give you the strong stuff.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you have a plan, beeyotch?” Jasmine got to her feet, raised both hands and beckoned Renquist to cross the canvas. “Why don’t you come over here and give it a try? We can see who’s got the hardest hands in this ring.”
Macy stood up, rolled her shoulders and made a show of slowly c-r-a-c-k-i-n-g her knuckles. “Hope you ate before the match, Jazzy.” the blonde noted as she strode toward the Hotlanta Hardcase. “Because you’re not gonna taste anything for a weeKUUUNNNGGGHHH!”
Jasmine lunged at her showing a Lock-Up only to pivot into a Kneelift that THWHUMPED the broadside of her thigh across Renquist’s tummy! The unexpected shot doubled Macy over in one stroke, meaning the H&B standout had a wonderfully clear shot of her opponent’s back when she raised both hands to the rafters and CRACKED them down between Macy’s shoulders! Renquist shrieked and reared back on her heels so Washington doubled over and wedged her head between the Floridian’s thighs. In the same breath she cinched her arms tight around Macy’s knees and stood up with the other wrestler draped down her southern slope like some awkward, complaining backpack.
“Beeyotch ain’t nothing but Dogg food!” Jasmine exclaimed to everyone within the sound of her voice as she showed off her burden to every side of the squared circle. “And it’d be goddamned ass-backwards to waste another title shot on this puppy-chow faced braAAAAAAGGGHHHHH!”
Most opponents confronted by the prospect of Jasmine’s Ass Backwards Driver wrapped their arms around the brunette’s waist in search of an anchor, an effort that ultimately doomed them to a brutal landing. Macy Renquist responded in similar fashion, but relinquished her coil partway through Washington’s tirade. Jas was too busy explaining her inevitable win to note the relaxed pressure, she did however take note when Renquist stretched both arms out at shoulder-level and brought them whistling in to CRAAAACK her opponent’s tummy with a resounding Double Slap!
Unprepared for the whip-crack strike, Jas stumbled to the right but didn’t give up her grip, so the Slap Specialist stretched both arms out in front and brought those dangerous hands swingin’ in to CLAP Jasmine’s thighs just below the lines of her trunks! That was enough to double Washington over, meaning that the ABD stall transformed back into nothing more than a Standing Headscissors. NOW Macy bore down on the Waistlock, her hands locked tight a heartbeat before she muscled Jasmine upside down and dropped to a seat to THWHONK the crown of her skull against the canvas! The Snap Piledriver left Washington stretched out flat as a board, bark and bite seemingly stifled by the abrupt head trauma. She was still very new to the canvas when Renquist swung a leg over and settled down, Macy wedging the slim curve of her backside into the hollow of Washington’s throat even as she hooked the left leg and pulled it close to her chest in a Half Matchbook that lasted through…
SNAP PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZWC6V0479eo
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Jasmine wrenched her leg free of Renquist’s grip and in doing so knocked the blonde from her perch with barely a whisper to spare. A wide-eyed Macy showed Craig Long three fingers, though they narrowed to stern, dark slots when he answered with two. Twining her fingers in the woozy wrestler’s hair, Macy hauled ‘em both to verticality, then slipped ‘round behind not for a Waistlock, but to catch Washington’s right wrist in her left hand. Renquist’s free hand went to the small of Jas’ back, then pushed as hard as she could while simultaneously tugging on J-Dogg’s captured wrist. The ripcord twisted Jasmine around in a half circle and-- CRAAAAAAAAAACK!
BYTCH-MAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVwV6aKxsIk&sns=em
Macy caught her foe across the face with a forehand Slap that swiveled Washington’s head to one side and unhinged her knees in a single thundering stroke. Dropping to the mat alongside her glassy-eyed opposition, Macy pushed Jasmine over onto her back and climbed aboard, the Beach Blaster wedging the fork of her crotch in tight against the point of Jasmine’s chin. Quick to pin Jas’ wrists high overhead, Renquist suddenly brought her thighs together, thus obscuring the hardcase’s pain-slackened features entirely. Flashing a tight smile as Washington murmured soft incoherencies against the underside of her trunks, Macy put her hands on her thighs and bounced in place to the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell sounded, though the blonde made no effort to abandon her perch. Rather she reached back with one hand and patted Jasmine’s gulping tummy through the whole of the Announcer’s confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… MACY RENQUIST!”
Craig offered a hand shortly thereafter and Macy took it, though she didn’t stick around long enough to let the zebra show her off to the crowd. Strolling straight to the cameraman on the apron, Renquist pivoted and raised her right arm so that that hand was cupped against the back of her head. An uncharacteristic pose admittedly, but Macy’s meaning became crystal clear when she trailed the fingertips of her left hand across the hollow of her armpit. “Still thinking of you, champ.” she flicked the beaded sweat at the camera to an audible ‘ooooooohhhhhhh’ from the capacity crowd. “Hope you’re still thinking about me.”
With that, Macy Renquist gave everyone watching at home a chippy little wave and strutted out of frame, leaving the camera to hone in on the slap-stymied wreckage of Jasmine Washington.
Jasmine V’s soft melodic ’That’s Me Right There’ filled the FAWN Arena and the crowd’s collective gaze turned to the upper stage. Wash pushed through the curtains a moment later, the Hotlanta Hardcase taking her place center stage with a pair of raised middle fingers.
Small, but ferocious and dedicated to the cause, Jas’ Dogg Pound did their level best to bark up some support for their heroine amidst the jeers of the majority. Washington didn’t seem to care much one way or the other, she simply kissed the tips of her extended index fingers, then whipped around so the louts and neckbeards had the best possible vantage point when she tapped ‘em to that domineering derriere.
JASMINE WASHINGTON:
This display raised a momentary howl from her supporters, though it wasn’t long before the haters answered back with chants of ‘CASSAVA LITE’ and ‘HOT AND BEATEN!’ Of course none of this stopped Jasmine’s Hate Parade, indeed their disdain only seemed to fuel the brunette’s hip swiveling march to the squared circle.
Dressed in a tiny black hoodie, J-Dogg angrily snapped her head back to clear the hood, her shoulder-length ebony locks brought into view. She waggled her way down the aisle like she owned the place, her face pinching with disgust when forced to shy away from the extended, nacho-cheez grimed hands of the FAWNatics. Glimpsed beneath the aforementioned hoodie were camo boy-cut trunks and a matching top, the former accentuating her bootylicious backside all the more. The outfit was completed with black pads and boots.
Reaching the ring, Wash hopped to the apron and swished her rump from side to side. From there she dipped and slid through the ropes to take up residence in the center of the ring. Craig Long strode over to check the brunette’s pads and earned a stern rebuke for his efforts, Jasmine sending that rep from Da Man’s horde scurrying with nothing more than the threat of a smack upside the head. With the spotlight hers and hers alone,
Jas swiveled her badonka-donk through a memorable pirouette and strolled to the far corner to await the arrival of tonight’s bikini meat. Oh, she knew the chick was supposed to be a bad-ass, but-- “Honey, you’ve never stepped into J-Dogg’s yard before. And you won’t last long enough to recognize the severity of your mistake.”
The crowd had started to quiet down when the Announcer went on. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Blue Bay, Florida, stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and seventeen pounds. She is the Slappin’ Sensation, ladies and gentlemen I give you MACY RENQUIST!”
MESS AROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJlFKmfZGL4
MACY RENQUIST:
Cheers rose up alongside the opening to Cage the Elephant’s ‘Mess Around’ as the FAWN revelers gave it up for the Beach Blaster. Macy greeted them promptly, brushing through the curtain with both arms already spread wide. Armored in her usual white & pink varsity jacket and sporting an oversized pair of red headphones, Renquist pulled aside half of the latter so she could hear the roar of the crowd. Grinning at the reception, Macy set her headgear back in place and started down the ramp. As was now her custom, Macy came to the ring alone, her trainer and mentor ‘Astonishing’ Amanda Jane Giardi having turned her attention to newer, less disciplined hands in need of steadying at the FAWN Finishing School. Her absence didn’t trouble Renquist one bit, indeed the slender blonde slapping machine looked ice cold under as she bobbed her head to the beat and returned the high-fives extended in her direction.
Heading for the stairs once she cleared the aisle, Macy made quick time onto the apron and through the ropes. She claimed the center of the ring in short order and expanded her fan base exponentially when she doffed the jacket to show off a strappy white two piece with pink trim and matching accents. Her knee and elbow pads were an identical black, while the ankle wraps she wore in place of boots were matte pink, an homage to her trainer. Revealed to be almost solid muscle and sinew once shod of her varsity jacket, Renquist scanned the crowd one more time before she headed to the far corner where she hung up the jacket for safe keeping. The headphones came next, Macy hooking them around the post so they rested atop her jacket. Showing the ref a smirk after he’d checked off on her pads and wraps, Renquist noted, “Gonna need you to keep your head on a swivel tonight, Craig. Can’t be worrying about FAWN’s Most Hated while I’m playing Dogg Catcher.”
“And miss all the action in the ring? What kind of ref would that make me?”
“Oh, you won’t miss anything. Just listen for the slaps, then count three and catch the replay.”
The zebra didn’t have anything to say to that, so he just cleared off and threw a signal to the Timekeeper. Jasmine was out of her corner at the sound of the bell, clearly eager to cut through another blonde pretender en route to a long overdue shot at the sweaty little weirdo running roughshod over FAWN’s Lightweight ranks. Macy didn’t waste any time either, though the Beach Blaster hung a step behind most likely to better extrapolate her opponent’s approach.
“Hey, don’t I know you?” Washington asked as Renquist closed the distance. “Yeah, yeah I do! You’re that skinny-ass JV cheerleader type that got famous for slappin’ other skinny-ass JV cheerleaders upside the head on the beach! I LOVED those videos!” Jasmine’s tone dripped with derisive sarcasm, not that this slowed Macy’s progress in the slightest. “Know what else I loved?”
“Picking out a lip-balm that makes it easier to kiss Kylie’s ass?” the blonde snapped as she rolled to a stop.
Jas snorted her incredulity. “Oh, girl’s got jokes now! Joke away, funny girl. I’m gonna f*ck you up worse than Sweatfire ever--”
“I’d like to see you try, tuff girl.” Macy challenged. “I’ve got a slap that’ll put you down faster than any dog whisOFH!”
Jasmine sent the blonde stumbling with a quick shove, stepped after her and swiped a pie-face across Renquist’s mouth to make the intended disrespect absolutely clear. “You’re gonna slap me out? Bytch, don’t make me laugh! Your little love taps aren’t enough to make me NGH!”
Macy hit her with a straight right hand rather than her usual open palm technique. It forced Jasmine back a few steps, but the camo-clad beauty’s legs were steady as ever while she checked her bottom lip for blood. “You’re gonna regret using that one free shot so godddamned early, babycakes.”
Macy made a show of brushing some invisible dust from her knuckles before beckoning the Hot half of H&B forward with crooked fingers. “I think I’ll get over my disappointment, honey. You on the other hand, are going to lament all those questionable choices that led to me slapping the teeth outta your mouRRGGHH!”
Done talking (for now at least) Jasmine launched herself at Macy, sweeping the Slappin’ Sensation into a rough albeit perfectly legal Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. Renquist returned the clinch with equally mean-spirited enthusiasm, the pair of Lightweights digging into her foe’s bicep while simultaneously grinding the heel of one palm into opposing chin. Not willing to cede a single bit of ground to a pretty pink caricature like Macy Renquist, Washington shifted her grippin’ hand to the blonde’s sleek ponytail and wrapped it around her fist a few times to YANK her foe’s head at a sharp angle.
“Figured out your mistake yet, beeyotch?” Jas mashed Renquist’s cheeks between her fingers just because she could. “You’re messin’ with the baddest chick in the EERRRRHHHH!”
Macy answered the hair-pull with one of her own, then continued to set the tone by tapping the tip of Washington’s nose with her index finger. “Stop telling lies, cutie.” Renquist cooed through clenched teeth. “Long as we share a ring, I’M the baddest!”
The roughhousing didn’t seem to bother either competitor (or the crowd for that matter) but Craig Long insisted on spoiling the mood by saying, “C’mon ladies, off the hair. You’re better than that.” Renquist and Washington made no response, they were far too preoccupied tummying up on the roadblock between them and a shot at the Lightweight title. Sighing, Craig tried again. “I said off the hair, ladies. Don’t make me count.”
“Why, forget how?” Jasmine taunted.
Long couldn’t allow such a suggestion a shelf life of more than a few seconds, thus he started in with, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
Jasmine gave up the chin-push for a second handful of Macy’s ponytail, an emphatic tug of which allowed her to start the blonde backpedaling toward the nearest corner. It didn’t actually break Craig’s count, it just reset it, as Washington discovered the moment she’d smeared Renquist’s tush against the second turnbuckle. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
“All right, all right, I f*cking hear ya!” J-Dogg barked at the zebra even as she continued to match Macy tug for tug. “How ‘bout a count for this bytch too, huh?”
“Count’s for BOTH of you Jasmine. Now let go of the goddamned hair!”
This seemed to placate blonde and brunette, as they abandoned their mutual grips and slowly raised their hands to shoulder-level. “Nice ponytail, sweetness.” Jas murmured in her opponent’s ear. “It’ll make a bytchin’ leash when I’m leading you around the ring on all fours!” she pushed off and followed with a paintbrushing Slap, Washington just PASTING Renquist across the cheek!
All smiles as Renquist’s head snapped to the side, Jas ruffled her hair with both hands and added, “That’s what you GET for steppin’ to Hot & Both--”
Macy pushed off the corner to unleash a whistling Overhand Slap that almost sloshed Washington’s bounty from their cups! Filling her hands with the brunette’s hair when Jasmine doubled over, Renquist hauled her up on tiptoe and stepped aside to ensure a clear path when she BWUUUNGED Washington’s forehead against the roughly-padded steel. Jas shuddered on impact but also used the leaning-post of the corner to throw a quick Back Elbow into the blonde’s sternum. Turning around immediately thereafter, the Hotlanta Badass stomped her way out-“OOFFFHH!”
Renquist shoved her back against the buckles with a quick Push Kick to the sternum, then rushed in and hopped onto the second rope just to THUNK her right knee into the startled wrestler’s forehead! Washington’s butt sank noticeably against the buckles but she braced her elbows against the top rope to keep upright. An admirable show of fortitude to be sure, but in the end it didn’t do her much good as the Beach Blaster promptly returned to the canvas and spun ‘round on one heel so she could collect Jasmine’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock.
A brisk walk to the middle segued into a Snapmare that dropped Washington flush on her tush. Running the ropes even before she felt the thump of butt on deck, Macy bounced off and came back for something that could’ve been a Meteora or a Basement Dropkick or even low-flying Reverse ST--CRAAACK!
SNAPMARE & RUNNING BASEMENT SLAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pMn5VZ_soMk
Macy lived up to her nickname by tagging Jasmine’s cheek with a Slap that sent her from a slumped seat to a facedown sprawl in the blink of an eye. Circling back to the brunette wreckage, Renquist dropped to her knees, pulled Jas over onto her back and stretched out atop her chest in search of the…
ONE…
TWO…
J-Dogg kicked out simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ if not a whisper before, she wasn’t about to be dismissed so easily. “So you liked the Macy Slapps videos, huh Jasmine? That’s great, it’s always nice to meet a fan.” Macy’s voice was pleasantly menacing as she sidled in behind the H&B pillar. “Tell me, did you like it when I did this?”
Grabbing J-Dogg’s shoulders to keep her from breaking away, Renquist threaded her right leg under Washington’s right hip, slung her left leg over the left hip and crossed her ankles to deliver a single punishing squeeeeeeeeze. Braced awkwardly on her right elbow, Jas shook her head ‘no’ and jabbed the point of her left elbow into Renquist’s thigh in a spirited effort to break the Scissors. The tactic elicited a grunt from Macy but that was it, so she spiked that lean blonde thigh again, then pressed down and gouged in as deep as she could.
“Let go of me, bytch.” Jasmine demanded. “Less you wanna wear long tights for the next few uuurrgggghhh!”
Macy countered with another harsh constriction, then slipped her hand beneath Washington’s left bicep to remove that limb from the equation courtesy of a Half Nelson. “You’re gonna have to do better than that if you want out.” Renquist taunted. “Otherwise I’ll win this match with only a single slap thrown. And if I do that, Kylie’s gonna be looking for a new lackey before you slink through the curtain!”
Quick to find her attacker’s ponytail despite the Half Nelson, Jasmine wrenched on Macy’s sleek locks and growled, “Bytch, I’m nobody’s lackey! I’m a founding goddamned member of Hot and BotherMMMMRRRPPPHHHH!”
Renquist slipped her free (right) hand across J-Dogg’s mouth and made things that much worse by catching Jas’ nose between her thumb and the base of her index finger. Not content to simply smother, she pinched Washington’s nostrils as she turned them this way and that, the Beach Blaster content to sacrifice the tightest possible seal in favor of inflicting more pain. “I don’t care what the hell you call yourself in the H&B booster meeting.” Macy snarked. “Now are you going to submit or do I have to tear off doggy’s cute little nosERRGGGH let go, bytch. Now!”
Jasmine, who’d managed to catch Renquist’s right ear in an answering pincer, did her level best to twist it from the side of her opponent’s head.
Neither the HOM or the Ear Clamp was illegal, not that it stopped Craig Long from trying to coax his charges down a more peaceable path after only a few seconds. “C’mon ladies, keep away from each other’s faces, ok?”
Grimacing through the as of yet undiminished ear twist, Renquist honed in on the official and asked, “What was that, ref? You want me to shut the Dogg’s mouth for good? Sure, I can do that.” With that she broke the palm smother and nose pinch, thus letting Washington draw a deep breath. An understandable reaction, unfortunately it left Jas vulnerable for a second pincer, this one applied to her upper lip!
Jasmine shrieked in angry hurt, let released both of her own grips and caught hold of Renquist’s encroaching hand so she could sink her teeth into the base of the blonde’s thumb! The resultant wails from both competitors was more than enough to earn a count from the black & white, Craig tolling off a quick, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Macy and Jas released just after ‘FOUR!’ and scrambled in opposite directions, albeit only far enough to return to verticality outside the reach of her opponent’s claws. Washington reached the goal a split-second ahead of her foe and fired off a Toe Kick aimed at the pit of Renquist’s stomNO!
The Slappin’ Sensation caught Jasmine’s boot in both hands and immediately tossed it down to keep the Hotlanta Hardcase off balance long enough to CRAAACK! another Knife-Edge Chop across that camouflage décolletage! Arms crossed tight to her chest, Jas backpedaled as quick as she could, it just wasn’t fast enough to keep Macy from reeling her in with a Front Facelock. This she followed with a snug grip on her rival’s waistband and a pair of snappy Kneelifts to Washington’s fluttering belly. Turning in a circle to disorient and display, Macy offered the FAWNatics a beaming smile, then let loose of J-Dogg’s trunks and raised her right hand to the rafters just to CRAAAAAACK it down between Jasmine’s shoulders in a resounding Slap!
Washington groaned as her legs went watery, but she avoided taking a knee by wrapping both arms around the blonde’s waist. “That the best you can do, cupcaOOOOOFFFFFFHHHH!”
Renquist slipped her slappin’ arm under Jasmine’s left bicep to stretch it out at an awkward angle in a Single Underhook. Soon as those hooks were set she dipped her knees and popped her hips to take Washington up, over and DOWN onto her back with an effortless Half Hatch Suplex! Mercy floated over into a Crossbody, hooked the far leg and drew it up to Jas’ chest while Craig and the crowd counted…
HALF HATCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZFpKVXC_LY
ONE…
TWO…
Jasmine wrested loose simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ but she didn’t think to roll onto her stomach, so Renquist got to her feet and sprang straight up, the blonde tucking her heels against her backside to better deliver every bit of her weight unto J-Dogg’s undefended midsection! The Hot & Bothered stalwart jolted violently, though she settled out as soon as Macy somersaulted to her feet on the other side of gaping grappler. Eager to keep the pressure on her adversary, Renquist launched herself skyward for the second time in as many seconds, the Slappin’ Sensation stretchin’ out full length to bring those washboard abs-- “NNNNGGHHHHH!”
Washington didn’t just raise her knees, she drew ‘em up and pistoned both feet straight up to first impale, then launch the exposed blonde! Macy hit HARD on her right hip and shoulder, the blonde rolling almost all the way to the ropes before momentum stalled and she drew into a loose ball.
Elsewhere, Jasmine took a moment to check on her stinging features, then hurried to boot-leather and rushed over to Renquist so she could stomp an aggressive mudhole in the floundering Floridian! “Prissy bytch, think you’re gonna blow my goddamned doors off, huh? Think you’re gonna showcase on the Hardcase to get another failed title shot? No, no, no, girlie, that’s not how this beat goes down!”
However it went, it was most certainly a beat-down, Washington’s rapid application of boot sole to hip, ribs, shoulder and thigh forcing Macy to turtle as best she could in the midst of slowly making her way to all fours. Noting the blonde’s bowed skull, Jasmine actually lowered her foot before delivering the latest kick in her fusillade. “It’s a little late to be groveling at my feet, honey.” she taunted. “But keep at it, you might get lucky.”
The smirk on her face suggested that leniency was extremely unlikely, as did the jaunty way Washington stepped over and around to ‘smeck’ her thighs around Renquist’s head. Facing the same way as her penitent prey, J-Dogg snatched hold of the other wrestler’s wrists and stretched them out in a rough ‘T’ shape so she could bear down on the Scissors with impunity. “Ask her!” Jas demanded of Craig Long after she’d bounced in place perhaps half a dozen times. “Ask Diet Mercy if she wants to give it up!”
“What do you say, Macy?” the referee checked. “Need me to call it?”
“Grrrhhhh… I say tell Bargain Bin Bates that she’s gonna need a lot more squeeze if she wants to put me doWHOANNGGGGGHHHH!”
Physically incapable of suffering trash talk from a blonde caught between her thighs, Washington hopped up and came down on her knees which meant Renquist came down on her forehead with a sinister THWHONK! Giving up the blonde’s wrists on impact, Jasmine rolled to her butt to shovel Macy onto her back and from there she leaned over the bruised Beach Blaster to catch her behind the knees for a Reverse Matchbook good for…
SCISSORED FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cDFnaViWpKQ
ONE…
TWO…
Renquist freed her legs from Washington’s grasp with enough force to get a shoulder off the mat, but she was still mired within the brunette’s clutches, as Jas reminded her by raaaaaaking the blonde’s face before switching over to a much more legal hold on her ears. “Ya know cutie, it’s not the slaps that piss me off. Prissy bytches like you, I’d be more surprised if you didn’t turn everything into a Slap Fight. What REALLY pisses me off,” Jasmine got Renquist on her feet, swung round behind and deftly strapped herself in place for an Abdominal Stretch, “was you thinking you were just gonna romp all over me when we were down there on the mat earlier.”
Feet planted flat (her left leg was threaded over top of Macy’s left thigh) Washington bent her knees and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back to put nauseating strain on the Slappin’ Sensation’s midsection and right arm. “Seems to me like you don’t know who I am, Renquist.” Jas crooked her right arm into a ‘V’ and began to drag the dagger of her elbow back and forth across Macy’s ribs. “So allow me to remind you. My name is Jasmine Washington, go ahead and scream it out for these people before I rip you in half!”
Renquist grimaced in distress, but made no effort to comply with the brunette’s demand. Jasmine didn’t much appreciate the obvious disrespect, so she switched from dragging to jabbing, the Hotlanta Hardcase just gouging that wicked elbow into the Floridian’s ribs over and over. “Say it, beeyotch!” Washington pressed her left palm to the side of Macy’s face and jouncing it up and down, thus exacerbating the bend of Renquist’s torso over her intruding thigh. “Say it! Say it! Say it! SAY IT!”
“Screw you, bytch!” Macy groaned. “You can’t make me UUUURGGGGGHH!”
Jas raised her plant leg, hooked it over the blonde’s hip and crossed her ankles to add a crushing Bodyscissors to the already painful hold. “I can’t WHAT, honey?” Jas shouted down at the suffering Slap Artist. “Can’t make you beg? Can’t make you cry?” Washington cupped her right hand beneath Renquist’s chin and wrenched her head back at a sharp angle, either to force eye contact, show her off to the hard camera or maybe both. “Looks like I’m more than halfway there!”
BODYSCISSORS ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9Mq8UdmN5E
Macy offered no response to this assertion, but Craig was concerned enough by the growing flush in her face to ask, “Hanging in there, Macy? Need me to call for the bell?”
“Hell no she ain’t hangin’ in there!” Jas answered for the blonde. “Just look at her, prissy little brat is about to tap the f*ck--oh, where you think you’re going, honey?”
The addition of the Bodyscissors did nothing for Renquist’s cramped ribs, what it did do was grant her a certain degree of mobility even if it meant she was carrying Jasmine’s weight for each and every step. Still, the first step put her that much closer to the ropes and a half dozen more put her within reach of sanct--“BREAK!” Macy caught hold of the top rope with her free hand and shook it emphatically. “Break the damned hold, dog-faceRRRRGGGHHH!”
Angered by the blonde’s resilience, Washington crooked her left hand into a claw and raked it across Renquist’s eyes not to deny her the break, but to make sure she was suitably distracted when Jas abandoned the Abdominal Stretch. In this effort she proved quite successful, as Macy was scrubbing at her features with both hands when J-Dogg wrenched her arms behind her back with a snug Double Chickenwing.
All to aware of what could arise from such an arrangement, Renquist kicked a foot out and managed to hook it under the middle rope. “Cheap bytch! Get offa me, I’m in the ropeNNNNNGGGGGGHHH!”
Jasmine wrenched her away from safety, dropped her hips and snapped backward to THWHUMP Renquist on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy of a Tiger Suplex. The ring-shivering slam left Macy folded in half, her buns pointed toward the rafters while Craig and a contingent of FAWNatics tolled the…
TIGER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qwLgxKVPXeg
ONE…
TWO…
Macy twisted free just after ‘TWO’ so it couldn’t really be called a near-fall, not that this stopped Washington from slapping a quick ‘this is how you do it!’ sort of three count just under the ref’s nose. Once this bit of remedial instruction was complete, she grabbed hold of Renquist’s shoulder-straps and hauled her to boot-leather only to slip an arm through her legs and drop to her knees so she could toss the Slappin’ Sensation right back to the deck with a simple Fireman’s Carry.
“Not in the ropes now, are you, brat?” Jas caught hold of the blonde’s ponytail, using it to lift Macy to a seat while she rose to her full height. “Still wanna bawl to the ref?”
Teeth clenched, Renquist reached up and sank her claws into J-Dogg’s wrist. “No, I want you to get your grubby little hands outta my haiRRRGGGHHH!”
Washington blasted a short kick between Macy’s shoulders, then let go of her hair (mostly to make sure Long wouldn’t interrupt her fun) and fired off two more THWHAPPING kicks to the same spot. After three she sank to her knees, pushed Renquist down flat and hooked the far leg in a Crossbody good for…
BASEMENT BACK KICKS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U6mhvL6U74U
ONE…
TWO…
Macy kicked out at ‘TWO!’, the Beach Blaster actually stuffing a hand under Jasmine’s chin to break the domineering press. “You’re really startin’ to get on my nerves, beeyotch.” Washington admitted in the midst of lifting her burden off the mat via a double ear twist. “And ya know what happens when this Dogg gets angry? She tends to bitNGH!”
Renquist cupped her hands across the back of Washington’s head, tucked her own noggin beneath the brunette’s chin and dropped to one knee to rock the other wrestler back on her heels with a quick Jawbreaker! Finally free from J-Dogg’s gnashing jaws, Macy took a moment to catch her breath, then pushed to verticality and-THWHACK! Jas hopped forward on her right foot so she could glue the left one to the point of Renquist’s chin with a perfect Super Kick!
The gobsmacked Floridian hit the deck in a heavy sprawl, but rather than pounce for an immediate pin, Washington caught hold of her ankles and shifted Macy’s position so she was lined up even with the ropes on either side. Satisfied with this arrangement, Jas dropped the blonde’s legs and ran the ropes to her opponent’s left. A quick hop ‘n skip took her over the prone pugilist, Washington still moving full speed ahead when she threw herself into a gorgeous handstand that ‘twanged’ her legs and backside against the rubber-coated steel. That natural springiness was more than enough to bounce Jasmine to her feet and into a flawless back-flip that brought her THWHAPPING down atop Macy’s midsection! Hooking the far leg as soon as the Shining Star Press connected, Washington slung her left leg over Renquist’s left thigh to keep her snugly secured for…
SUPER KICK & SHINING STAR PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fegyRp58pI4
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Macy shot an arm into the air and flopped onto her tummy with perhaps half a second to spare. “Stubborn bytch.” Jasmine slapped the blonde’s buns in irritation, then got to her feet and added a few quick stomps for good measure. “Well c’mon then!” Washington demanded as she cleared off by several steps. “You wanna keep kicking out, might as well get up and at least try to make this interesting!” Macy offered nothing by way of verbal reply, though she did brace her palms against the mat and force her way to one knee. “Ooooohhhh, you’re almost there now!” Jas taunted. “If only you could get off your knees, you could pretend you were a match for the J-Dogg!”
Now Renquist did regain her feet, the weary blonde swiping hair out of her eyes to glare daggers at “OOOOFFFHH!” Washington doubled her over with a Toe Kick to the gut, then backed off and rushed forward for a vertical leap that threaded her right leg over the nape of Macy’s neNO! Renquist twisted into her airborne attacker and stood up straight, the blonde wrapping her arms around Jas’ waist to keep her from slipping off the perch.
Wide-eyed at the way she’d gone from offense to the most precarious of defensive positions, Washington snatched Macy’s ponytail and yanked and twisted for all she was worth. “Put me down, beeyotch! Put me down right noUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHH!” The Slappin’ Sensation hopped up and dropped forward to land on her knees in relative comfort while Jasmine THAWHAMMED down flat, the H&B’er seeing stars the instant her head bounced off the thinly-sheathed plywood. Renquist didn’t consider herself a seasoned practitioner of the Powerbomb, but she damned well knew when she’d got all of a move, that’s why she went up on tiptoe and pressed all her weight into Jasmine’s upturned haunches while the ref counted…
THE TIDE TURNS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tOQljhPQoO0
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Washington pumped her legs to break the blonde’s trap by a narrow margin. Breathing hard in the wake of Jasmine’s grinding offense, Macy took a few seconds to steady out before she laid claim to J-Dogg’s wrist and used it to drag the both of ‘em to their feet. A short, quick Shoulderblock rocked Washington back on her heels, meaning Renquist only had to drop a shoulder to send her foe to the ropes with an Irish-- Jasmine dug in her heels and yanked Macy forward to ensure Macy took her place in search of the strands. Renquist went without complaint, indeed she’d only cleared a few steps when she took to the skies and landed with both feet on the middle strand. Dipping down deep, the Beach Blaster launched herself backward into the aether and twisted ‘round mid-flight to CRAAACK a gorgeous highflying Bytch Slap offa Jasmine’s incredulous cheek! Washington landed flat, bounced to a seat, stayed there until Macy pushed her flat and stretched out atop her chest while the ref tolled off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The J-Dogg shook her blonde off and barrel-rolled away to put several feet between she and Renquist. Macy watched but didn’t pursue, choosing instead to rest her hands on her thighs while drawing in several deep breaths. As for Jas, she clambered to one knee and set about working her sore jaw without once taking her attention from the Slappin’ Sensation. Speaking only when she was satisfied there was no damage, Washington snapped, “That the best you got, honey?”
“Not at all, cupcake. You just rolled away before I could give you the strong stuff.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you have a plan, beeyotch?” Jasmine got to her feet, raised both hands and beckoned Renquist to cross the canvas. “Why don’t you come over here and give it a try? We can see who’s got the hardest hands in this ring.”
Macy stood up, rolled her shoulders and made a show of slowly c-r-a-c-k-i-n-g her knuckles. “Hope you ate before the match, Jazzy.” the blonde noted as she strode toward the Hotlanta Hardcase. “Because you’re not gonna taste anything for a weeKUUUNNNGGGHHH!”
Jasmine lunged at her showing a Lock-Up only to pivot into a Kneelift that THWHUMPED the broadside of her thigh across Renquist’s tummy! The unexpected shot doubled Macy over in one stroke, meaning the H&B standout had a wonderfully clear shot of her opponent’s back when she raised both hands to the rafters and CRACKED them down between Macy’s shoulders! Renquist shrieked and reared back on her heels so Washington doubled over and wedged her head between the Floridian’s thighs. In the same breath she cinched her arms tight around Macy’s knees and stood up with the other wrestler draped down her southern slope like some awkward, complaining backpack.
“Beeyotch ain’t nothing but Dogg food!” Jasmine exclaimed to everyone within the sound of her voice as she showed off her burden to every side of the squared circle. “And it’d be goddamned ass-backwards to waste another title shot on this puppy-chow faced braAAAAAAGGGHHHHH!”
Most opponents confronted by the prospect of Jasmine’s Ass Backwards Driver wrapped their arms around the brunette’s waist in search of an anchor, an effort that ultimately doomed them to a brutal landing. Macy Renquist responded in similar fashion, but relinquished her coil partway through Washington’s tirade. Jas was too busy explaining her inevitable win to note the relaxed pressure, she did however take note when Renquist stretched both arms out at shoulder-level and brought them whistling in to CRAAAACK her opponent’s tummy with a resounding Double Slap!
Unprepared for the whip-crack strike, Jas stumbled to the right but didn’t give up her grip, so the Slap Specialist stretched both arms out in front and brought those dangerous hands swingin’ in to CLAP Jasmine’s thighs just below the lines of her trunks! That was enough to double Washington over, meaning that the ABD stall transformed back into nothing more than a Standing Headscissors. NOW Macy bore down on the Waistlock, her hands locked tight a heartbeat before she muscled Jasmine upside down and dropped to a seat to THWHONK the crown of her skull against the canvas! The Snap Piledriver left Washington stretched out flat as a board, bark and bite seemingly stifled by the abrupt head trauma. She was still very new to the canvas when Renquist swung a leg over and settled down, Macy wedging the slim curve of her backside into the hollow of Washington’s throat even as she hooked the left leg and pulled it close to her chest in a Half Matchbook that lasted through…
SNAP PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZWC6V0479eo
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Jasmine wrenched her leg free of Renquist’s grip and in doing so knocked the blonde from her perch with barely a whisper to spare. A wide-eyed Macy showed Craig Long three fingers, though they narrowed to stern, dark slots when he answered with two. Twining her fingers in the woozy wrestler’s hair, Macy hauled ‘em both to verticality, then slipped ‘round behind not for a Waistlock, but to catch Washington’s right wrist in her left hand. Renquist’s free hand went to the small of Jas’ back, then pushed as hard as she could while simultaneously tugging on J-Dogg’s captured wrist. The ripcord twisted Jasmine around in a half circle and-- CRAAAAAAAAAACK!
BYTCH-MAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVwV6aKxsIk&sns=em
Macy caught her foe across the face with a forehand Slap that swiveled Washington’s head to one side and unhinged her knees in a single thundering stroke. Dropping to the mat alongside her glassy-eyed opposition, Macy pushed Jasmine over onto her back and climbed aboard, the Beach Blaster wedging the fork of her crotch in tight against the point of Jasmine’s chin. Quick to pin Jas’ wrists high overhead, Renquist suddenly brought her thighs together, thus obscuring the hardcase’s pain-slackened features entirely. Flashing a tight smile as Washington murmured soft incoherencies against the underside of her trunks, Macy put her hands on her thighs and bounced in place to the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell sounded, though the blonde made no effort to abandon her perch. Rather she reached back with one hand and patted Jasmine’s gulping tummy through the whole of the Announcer’s confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… MACY RENQUIST!”
Craig offered a hand shortly thereafter and Macy took it, though she didn’t stick around long enough to let the zebra show her off to the crowd. Strolling straight to the cameraman on the apron, Renquist pivoted and raised her right arm so that that hand was cupped against the back of her head. An uncharacteristic pose admittedly, but Macy’s meaning became crystal clear when she trailed the fingertips of her left hand across the hollow of her armpit. “Still thinking of you, champ.” she flicked the beaded sweat at the camera to an audible ‘ooooooohhhhhhh’ from the capacity crowd. “Hope you’re still thinking about me.”
With that, Macy Renquist gave everyone watching at home a chippy little wave and strutted out of frame, leaving the camera to hone in on the slap-stymied wreckage of Jasmine Washington.