Post by hawkeye on Apr 13, 2020 1:00:20 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, the challenger, hailing from the hallowed halls of Iowa City, Iowa… standing a towering four feet eleven inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and seventeen pounds of pure, unadulterated athleticism, she is the Golden Mite…JANEL MANNING!”
Her name acting as a talisman, the stirring guitar of The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus’ ‘You Better Pray’ crashed over the crowd and the assembled were instantly energized. The FAWNatics turned as one to the upper stage to let loose with a loud round of jeers at the dastardly, diminutive hardbody.
JANEL MANNING:
In this case absence hadn‘t made the heart grow fonder, as evidenced by the increase in derisive decibels when the former Lightweight Champion brushed her way through the curtain. Not that Manning missed them either, at least there didn’t seem to be any latent fondness in the pair of middle fingers she showed the capacity crowd moments before the house lights went dark. A red spotlight illuminated the stage from the right, before winking out. The process was followed by a white spot from directly overhead, then a blue one from the left. As the sequence began its second cycle, it provides the outline of Janel’s diminutive, muscular form. As the house lights rose, the tiny terror of vault, balance beam, and uneven bars, paraded down the ramp and aisle at a brisk pace.
Janel’s flaxen ponytail swished from one side to the other as she moved up the steps, the Diminutive Dervish clad in a skin-tight, black-and-red leotard for her return to the FAWN Arena. The spandex had a single solid red strap over her left shoulder, a thin trio of small red strips across the opposite number. Manning sported black wrist and ankle tape, pads and, as always, was without boots, the soles of her feet chalked for battle. Janel flexed her toes before flinging herself over the top cable without a hint of effort, dropping into a somersault, before popping gracefully to her feet.
The ferocious fireplug raced across the ring and threw herself into a rebound off the cables, before skidding to a stop with a beaming smile only a few feet from referee Al Carpenter. After a scoffing snort, Manning moved to the ropes nearest the timekeeper’s table and asked for a microphone, plucking one from the air after a toss from a FAWN flunky.
“What’s wrong?” she asked over the ever increasing clamor. “You forget what a REAL athlete looks like? Well I’m here to remind you in truly, golden fashion! Forget the snotty little sweat freak and forget the slap happy Youtube FLUKE that beat her. I’m the only Lightweight on this roster WORTHY of that championship and tonight I take back what’s mine!”
Manning tossed the mic down much to the chagrin of the tech department. Janel didn’t give a shyt about them either, she reserved the whole her attention for the crowd, which she cursed and mocked mercilessly even as she strolled to the far corner and settled in to wait for the pretender carrying her title.
“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:
Disgust turned to delight in a blink as Cage the Elephant’s ‘Mess Around’ hit the speakers to welcome the Beach Blaster. Macy greeted them promptly, brushing through the curtain with her hands stuffed into the pockets of her pink & white varsity jacket, which was uncharacteristically zipped all the way up. Bopping along to the beat of whatever tune poured from her oversized red headphones, Renquist smiled at the fans, then reached up with one hand, caught the zipper of her jacket between thumb and forefinger and zippppppppppped it down to reveal the shiny gold belt snugged ‘round her svelte waist. Taking a moment to shine it with a forearm, Macy started down the ramp to the ring, occasionally heading to one side or the other to test the palms of those brave enough extend one in her direction.
Bounding up the stairs once she cleared the aisle, Macy strode onto the apron and dipped through the ropes. She claimed the center of the ring in short order and added to her already growing fan base by doffing 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, Macy undid the belt one handed, hoisted it high and spun in a circle to make sure everyone, Janel included, got a most excellent view. Coming to a stop pointed straight at Manning, she extended the title in her direction only to sling it to Carpenter when the challenger took a possessive step forward. Renquist waggled a finger, ‘no, no’, then finished the pre-match ablutions by doffing her headphones and handing them to Al.
“Enjoy it now, bytch.” Janel snapped to the other blonde. “Because that title’s coming with me tonight.”
Macy snorted, shook her head as she started to back off. “You’re mistaken, tiny. You were a perfect ten in 2018. Now? You’re a strong 8.5. And that means the title stays with me.”
Janel was out of her corner with the opening bell or rather, she launched into a compressed series of tumbles, cartwheels and handsprings that brought her to the center of the squared circle, clearly the Mightiest Mite was eager to regain the top of FAWN’s Lightweight podium. “C’mon lard butt, get your slow ass out here.” the challenger snapped to Macy, who had yet to leave her own corner. “I don’t have all day!”
Renquist opened her mouth to reply, apparently thought better of it. Padding toward Manning with a slow, easy stride, the Slappin’ Sensation stopped several feet shy so she could look Janel up and down. “So, you’re on a clock, huh?” Macy asked blandly. “Where you off to in such a hurry, Janel? Back to wherever you’ve been hiding since Estrina first whooped your ass?”
Manning jerked a thumb at the champ while tossing Carpenter a ‘You believe this bytch?’ look. “Oh hey, Diet Mercy thinks she’s funny. I wonder if you’ll still be funny after I’ve crushed you from all four corn--”
A pleased ‘oooooohhhhh’ from those assembled when Renquist closed the gap with such speed the collision rocked Janel back on her heels. Just you try to go to those ropes, cupcake.” Macy made a point of tilting her head down, it wasn’t often she was the taller wrestler in a match and she meant to enjoy every minute of it. “I’ll slap that fat face of yours outta the sky every single tiMRRGGH!”
Manning didn’t just shove the champ away, she raised a hand, smooshed it to Macy’s cheek and sent her reeling with a disdainful Pie Face! Renquist stumbled into a half turn, caught her balance and whipped all the way through to come out the other side showing a Bytch Slap aimed at Janel’s -- the Golden Mite dipped the strike, lunged in and stuffed the crown of her skull into the pit of Renquist’s stomach! The shot didn’t quite double Macy over, but it left her off balance enough for Manning to hook one arm over the back of her neck and the other through the taller blonde’s thighs. Small stature be damned, Janel Manning scooped Macy onto her shoulder like it was nothing and tossed her down like she was trash, the started Lightweight Champ THWHAMMED against the deck courtesy a blink and you’ll miss it Scoop Slam.
Renquist sat up on instinct and got pie-faced a second time for her efforts. Janel followed that with a quick Double Slap to the tummy and snapped, “Did I say you could sit up, crash-pad?”
She didn’t wait for an answer, Renquist was little more than equipment after all.
Rounding on one heel, Manning dipped her knees ever so slightly and launched skyward in a gorgeous back-flip she turned into a Standing Moonsa--“OOFFFHH!” The Beach Blaster made no effort to avoid the blow, instead she drew her knees up to her chin to ensure that Janel had a most unpleasant landing for her near hundred and twenty pounds. Jaw clenched, Manning scrambled to her feet quickly enough, though she was still bent over Macy, meaning she was a perfect target for the Slap the champ CRAAACKED across one cheek without actually getting off her back!
That one shot was enough to send Manning reeling toward the ropes, so Macy brought her knees up again, rolled onto her shoulders and kipped to her feet with no discernable effort. Going straight after the retreating blonde, Renquist raised her hands high overhead and brought them down twice as fast to land another whipcrack Slap, this two-palmed effort landing flush between the Olympian’s shoulders.
“BYTCH!” Janel shrieked in surprised pain, her hands rising to shoulder level to claw at some invisible attacker.
“Yeah honey, that’s why they call them Bytch Slaps.” Renquist explained as she corralled Manning’s head in a Three Quarters Facelock. Turning the both of ‘em away from the safety of the ropes, Macy went up on tiptoe and yanked Janel onto her butt with a simple SnapmaNO!
The former champ flipped through to land on her feet, then snapped a Back Elbow into the other blonde’s sternum! Macy shuddered on the spot and let out a little ‘eek’ when Janel caught her own Three Quarters Facelock to flip the champ with a Snapmare that ended in the traditional fashion, with Renquist’s tush bouncing against the rough canvas. In motion practically the instant Macy touched down, the Golden Mite ran the ropes facing her opponent just to make sure she had an impressive head of steam when she went airborne in a high leap. Knees drawn to her chest, Manning pumped her truncated gams forward with all the force of a lyrca-clad battering ram, the soles of her feet THWHAPPING offa Macy’s forehead!
BASEMENT DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ofHHvRfQb6k
Eyes on tilt after the powerful impact, Renquist rolled over onto her tummy and began to ri--“I told you to STAY DOWN!”
Manning snatched hold of the champ’s ponytail and wrapped it around one fist before driving the Slappin’ Sensation’s startled face into the canvas! Nodding with pleasure after that heavy thud, Janel swung a leg over Macy’s torso, took a seat on the small of her back and proceeded to scrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuuub Renquist’s mug until Carpenter hurried over to bark, “Knock it off Janel!”
Janel scoffed and wrenched the champ’s noggin back via another rough yank so she could pat and swat her cheeks with one free hand. “What’s wrong, Carpenter? Worried our new Lightweight Chump is only a badass in her Youtube clips?”
Al didn’t rise to the bait, choosing instead to count, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Janel released in time with ‘FOUR!’ though she made a point to maintain her perch until she’d wiped her hands off on Macy’s battle-warmed back. On her feet a moment thereafter, the challenger hauled Renquist to verticality by her ears and quickly ’hupped’ the Floridian up across her chest. “She’s trash!” Manning explained to the FAWNatics as she turned in a slow circle. “Even more of a disgrace than Starfire and who else can say THAT? You losers need another dose of golden inspiration in your lives and hey, I’m feeling generous!”
Her actions gave lie to Janel’s words as she didn’t slam Macy as she did drop her onto the canvas. Crash-pad properly placed, Manning hit the strands on the far side of the squared circle, the Golden Mite once again building up a whole lotta speed in relatively short order. Janel was still a few long strides out from the champ when she leapt, curled into a ball and whirled through one and a quarter rotations before stretching out to THWHUMP down atop her target’s midsection with a gorgeous Standing 450 Splash! Macy’s legs popped up on impact so Janel caught ’em both in a bundle and leaned her weight across the taller blonde’s shoulders to keep her down for the…
RUNNING 450 SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1XiUPGciG0
ONE…
TWO…
Renquist kicked out simultaneous with ’TWO!’, snatched a double handful of hair and yanked the Beach Blaster to a seat. “Don’t think you’re nothing but a crash-pad, sweetheart.” she slipped her hands under Macy’s biceps and locked them against the nape of her neck in a Full Nelson. “You’re also gonna make an excellent heavy bag!”
Renquist’s grunt of protest turned into a breathless groan of pain after Janel secured a Scissors around her waist and began to squeeze! “Oooooohhhhh, you’re not as doughy as I’d expected!” Janel giggled as her steely thighs dug into the champion’s flanks. “Maybe I’ll actually break a sweat before I break your ribs!” Manning punctuated this cheery threat by yanking the Full Nelson back and forth no less than half a dozen times. Once that brawny little flurry subsided, the Golden Mite looked to Al and demanded, “Ask this benchwarmer if she’s ready to quit.”
“You heard her, Macy. Do you want to give it up?”
Renquist snorted in spite of the pain. “Give? To stumpy Domi? Not f*cking likeRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!”
Janel’s legs shredded into shadowy relief while she forced the other blonde’s chin down into her modest décolletage. Janel held both halves of the hold for perhaps ten seconds, then loosened up on the Full Nelson just enough to wrench the other blonde’s head back and forth for several more seconds. Then she bore down on the Nelson, wedging Macy’s chin a little deeper than before. “Anything to say now, bytch?” Manning really wanted to yank Renquist’s ponytail as hard as she could, but Carpenter was watching the action closely and she didn’t want to give the lanky dope any excuse to make her break the cruel compression.
As for the champ, she only waggled a finger ‘no’ and continued to roll her shoulders in an effort to weaken the Mighty Mite’s golden grips. The silence must’ve annoyed Janel because she abruptly scrubbed Renquist’s chin against her sternum and squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed until the Floridian beat her bare heels against the canvas. “Don’t ignore me, loser.” Manning sneered in Renquist’s ear. “Unless you want a whole lotta broken ribs to go with that sorry One & Done tag I’m gonna stick on your ass.”
“Rrrggghhhh… I’m not ignoring you, Janey.” Macy huffed, “I’m just wondering how you none of Daly’s charisma ever rubbed off on WHOOAAAANNGGGGGHHH!”
Not about to take sass from a chick who was a few deep breaths from begging for mercy, the former Lightweight champ rolled onto her back and drew Renquist into her lap. She only held her there for a moment, but it was more than enough to earn a cheer from the crowd, one that grew considerably louder when she thrust her hips and rolled to a seat to THWHUMP Macy down flat on her butt!
The Beach Blaster wailed and redoubled her escape efforts, unfortunately they weren’t enough to keep the aggressive Iowan from drawing her into the same position within the span of heartbeats. Half a dozen more eye-watering THWHUMPS followed, each subsequent bounce increasing the voltage of the jolt running from Macy’s tailbone to the nape of her neck and back again. Renquist was still gritting her teeth from this tush-tingling cannonade when Janel relinquished the Nelson. So sudden and startling was this new freedom that it effectively prevented Macy from mustering a proper reaction before Manning rolled over onto her belly, a shift that stacked Renquist on her shoulders. Al kept a close eye on his charges without moving in to make a count. This proved a wise choice because the Golden Mite rolled through to return to her butt. Then back to her belly. And then back to her butt. Round and round they went, Macy trapped in whirlpool of wrestling torture until Janel finally, mercifully, stopped on her stomach and pushed up on both hands. Only then did Al swoop in to count the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Macy kicked loose of the pinning predicament, the pink-clad blonde tumbling backward over those crushing stems to land on her hands and knees. She’d just moved an arm across her roiling midsection when Janel barreled into her, the Olympian shoving Renquist over so she could drop down on that fluttering tummy in a miniature Splash she immediately turned into a Crossbody. Still close to the action, Al tolled…
ONE…
TWO…
Macy’s kick-out was half a second faster this time, much to Manning’s chagrin. “Get your head out of your ass and into the game, Carpenter.” Janel barked to the ref. “I’m not mauling this idiot just so you and the brass and can fill time on this card!”
“Don’t need to fill time when it was only a two count, Janel.” Al replied blandly. “You want this done? Keep her down for three.”
Manning snorted in derision, then snatched hold of her foe’s ponytail in full view of the zebra. “All right smart-ass, you want a three count? You’ll get a three count.”
Falling silent for the time-being, Janel got to her feet and forced Renquist to do the same. Once that was done she switched over to a Wristlock, took a big step back and slung the Slappin’ Sensation at the ropes with an Irish… never mind. Not quite willing to give her opponent that much freedom, Manning tightened her clamp and reeled Macy back in, the challenger only letting go when her target was close enough to ensure escape was impossible. Leaning right at the last possible second, Janel ‘smecked’ her arms around the other blonde’s waist and muscled her off the mat through a viciously smooth two-hundred and seventy degree NO WAY!
Renquist spun through the rest of the way, landing on her feet directly in front of the startled Mite. Janel was too close for the champ to slap, so she jabbed a short Headbutt into the bridge of Manning’s nose to back her up, then raised her right foot, planted it against the Iowan’s tummy and shoved / kicked her into the strands a few feet removed. Most wrestlers would’ve thrown their arms over the top rope to halt their own progress and disrupt their opponent’s momentum in a single stroke. Not so with Janel Manning, she didn’t just bounce from the strands, she threw herself straight at the Floridian and could’ve taken her head off with a brawny little Lariat if Macy hadn’t bridged back in a perfect Matrix evasion.
Undaunted by the miss, the Golden Mite raced to the far side where she leapt from the mat to the top rope in a single effortless bound. Soon as she landed she was airborne again, the fifty-eight inch phenom arcing through the heavens in a beautiful Springboard Moons--CRAAAAAACK!
Planted directly in front of the incoming Iowan, Macy Renquist raised both hands overhead and smashed them flat against Manning’s exposed midriff! Janel folded around the double-barreled Bytch Slap and dropped like a rock, the gobsmacked blonde landing hard on the back of her head and shoulders! The result of this landing was a rather awkward looking Matchbook, not that it stopped Macy from sitting down on the challenger’s upturned haunches to keep her pinned to the canvas through…
ONE…
TWO…
Manning kicked / twisted out immediately after two, the Golden Mite clearly not ready to leave competition regardless of the painful landing. Macy didn’t consult with the ref about the count, instead she allowed herself a few deep breaths before catching hold of the other blonde’s ears for a painful twist. “You think you’re gonna maul me, princess? Make me a one and done chump?” Renquist disabused her opposition of this notion by driving a Kneelift into Manning’s belly to bend her over just so she could raise both hands overhead and CRAAACK home another Double Slap, this one between the Olympian’s shoulders!
Janel cringed and straightened up fast only to double over when she spied Macy rearing back for another face-flaying Bytch Slap! The urge to avoid this blow proved disastrous, as Renquist grabbed a couple massive fistfuls of hair and jerked her adversary into a Hip Check that struck Manning’s temple like a wrecking ball! Janel staggered sideways, took a knee and pushed to her feet, the Golden Mite still looking for a fight even after the heavy-- THWHACK! Renquist’s reputation for Slaps meant her opponents sometimes neglected to defend against other tactics, in this case the snappy Roundhouse she caromed off the side of Manning’s skull. Janel ceded some more ground and swiped a few ‘keep away’ slashes at the champ before she turned around and lurched toward the ropes in search of resp--“EERRGHH! LEGGO BYTCH!” Janel demanded when Macy caught up and wrenched both arms behind her back in a Double Chickenwing.
“Not until I point your ass at the lights, cutie!” Renquist pecked a kiss against the challenger’s cheek, dropped her hips and snapped off a perfect bridge that deposited Janel on the back of her head and shoulders with an unpleasant THWHUMP. There was no need for Carpenter to check Manning’s shoulders when both sets of toes were well north of her shoulders, so he just dove in and slapped the mat…
TIGER SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jrs8xLbqD_U
ONE…
TWO…
Janel twisted out at ‘TWO’, the former Lightweight Champion coming to rest on her tummy with both arms crossed over the back of her head. “Nice butt, short-stuff!” Macy curved one hand into a paddle and slapped Manning’s backside until the challenger hissed and clambered to one knee. “Oh, don’t tell me you thought that was too hard.” Renquist’s tone was simultaneously amused and mean when she filled her hands with Janel’s hair. “If you’re running from those love taps, there’s no way you’re going to survive when the real slap show starts.”
This particular diversion must’ve been scheduled for a little later because Macy pulled her foe up and into a Double Underhook instead of throwing hands. Locking her hands between Manning’s shoulders to ensure her arms remained properly ensnared, the Slappin’ Sensation bent her knees and “Hey! WhoooaaaaaaEERRRGGHHH!” Turned out the Golden Mite was still quite dangerous even without her arms, as Renquist discovered when the other blonde planted her feet to stuff the Suplex attempt, then plowed forward until she BWUUUNGED the startled Floridian spine-first into the nearest corner!
The collision with the corner freed one of Manning’s arms, which she promptly looped around Macy’s midsection to add a little more ‘oomph’ to the half dozen Shoulderblocks she thump-thum-thum-THUMPED into opposing belly! “Smarmy bytch!” Janel growled as she tried to bisect her prey between shoulder and steel. “Nothing your skinny ass can do is gonna hurt NNNGGGGGHHH!”
Macy pivoted in time with Manning’s latest charge so she could drive the point of her right knee the Mite’s noggin just above her right eyebrow! Janel crumpled to one knee without actually retreating a single step, so Renquist leaned over, corralled one of her adversary’s arms with a Single Underhook and hoisted her up just to stuff several more Kneelifts into Manning’s washboard tummy. But shredded or not, the Beach Blaster’s knees took their toll and it wasn’t long before the gasping challenger reached out and grabbed hold of the second rope. “Break!” she called to Al. “Break, dammit! I’m in the ropes, Carpent--”
CRAAAAAACK!
Macy raised her free hand to the rafters and brought it whistling down on Manning’s bare back with a sound halfway between a rifle shot and the crack of a bullwhip! Janel shrieked and crumpled to her knees only to find herself returned to (semi) verticality once Renquist abandoned the Single Underhook in favor of a vanilla Front Facelock. Tossing the Iowan’s near arm across her shoulders, Macy collected a handful of leotard and moved forward far enough to ensure she wouldn’t bounce her own skull off the turnbuckles when she popped her hips and BWUNGED Janel knees and lower back against the top and middle buckles respectively!
SUPLEX IN THE CORNER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YJfpbIWXWTs
The Olympian landed awkwardly on the base of her head and shoulders: it wasn’t quite a genuine Tree of Woe because her knees weren’t hooked to anything, but she was most definitely stacked in an unpleasant fashion. And yet the veteran retained a great deal of ring awareness because it was only a matter of moments before she managed to wrap a weary hand around the middle rope.
“Buuuhhh… back up, buttercup.” Manning groaned without bothering to glance at the champion. “I’m in the ropes.”
Renquist didn’t argue this point, indeed she raised both hands to shoulder level and cleared off before either Al or the challenger could offer any comment. The reason for this silence became clear soon enough, the Slappin’ Sensation just wanted to make sure everyone was out of her way so she had a clear sprint to the opposite side of the squared circle. Hopping onto the second rope as she arrived, Renquist pushed off, twisted ‘round and landed already going full speed back the way she’d came. It was the roar of the crowd rather than the patter of feet that drew Carpenter’s attention. If he’d been an instant slower Renquist would’ve vaulted over him to get back to the challenger. As it was she simply put on a final burst of speed and dove into a Baseball Slide that BURIED her heels in the pit of Manning’s stomach!
Janel folded almost double around those encroaching feet, the hurtin’ hardbody finally collapsing onto one side only to have Macy catch hold at wrist and ankle and draaaaaaaaaag her out into the center where she bundled her into a Back Press good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Manning powered free of the pinning predicament with enough residual momentum to flop her onto her stomach. Seeing this, Renquist wasn’t content to merely mount her rival’s back, she hopped aboard, the pink-clad blonde driving the curve of her rump into the hollow of Janel’s back! “Goddammit, bytch.” Janel braced her palms and managed to rise a little bit despite the noticeable handicap of Macy’s knees digging into her ribs. “Get your bony ass offa me or I’ll RRRRGGGGGHHHH STAAAHHHHP!”
But Renquist, who’d just settled into a slappin’ rhythm that saw her sear Manning’s shoulders, biceps and skull, didn’t stop, not even once the challenger tightened the guard to better protect the back of her head. “Want me to stop?” she asked after a particularly snappy shot between the Iowan’s shoulders. “Slap the mat, honey!”
“Hell with that!” Janel barked from beneath her defenses. “You’re not gonna slap a submission out of OOOWWW YOU BRAT!”
Macy spanked the Mightiest Mite’s golden glutes perhaps half a dozen times before she returned to her previous targets. “There’s only one kinda chick that believes I can’t slap her out.” the Beach Blaster chided between shots. “The kind who’s never faced me before.”
Observing from a careful distance, Al Carpenter asked, “What do you say, Janel? Need me to call it?”
“Ring that bell and I’ll break you in half, stick man.” With the zebra firmly in his place, the Olympian grit her teeth, braced her palms and began to rise despite the fact that doing so exposed her face to the champ’s steely slaps. And dear lord, Macy Renquist did slap hard, harder than Manning would ever admit. But ringing ears and an aching jaw wasn’t enough to thwart Janel’s progress and in another ten seconds she was on her feet with both arms wrapped around Macy’s thighs, which were themselves cinched around her waist in a Scissors. Supremely patient despite the changing condition of her mount, Renquist cupped a hand under Janel’s chin and tugged her head back, all the better to deliver two more eye-watering Bytch Slaps!
The Golden Mite stumbled to the left and almost took a knee before she straightened up and bellowed with rage! Hupping the Floridian a little higher in her makeshift backpack, Manning took off like a shot, the former Lightweight champ seemingly unconcerned by the burden of her successor. Janel was still charging full speed ahead when she whipped ‘round in a half circle and CRUSHED the Slappin’ Sensation between her bod and those canvas-sheathed steel buckles!
Macy ‘ooofffffhed’ and her hooks loosened considerably, which wasn’t nearly enough for Manning. Stomping outta the corner by a few steps, she threw herself backward no less than three times! Macy’s legs finally fell away, leaving her plastered to Janel’s back with a sort of half-assed Sleeper / Chinlock. Flashing a satisfied smirk as she strode toward the center of the ring, Manning dipped a little so she could muscle the stunned blonde up across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry.
“You really thought slaps were gonna do me in, cupcake?” Janel turned in a circle, making sure the whole crowd had a great view of her womanhandling this scrawny pretender. “Let me show you how a REAL champion finishes a bytch.”
The answering jeers from the FAWNatics suggested they didn’t much care for Manning’s assessment of the situation, yet at least some of them changed their minds when the Golden Mite braced her hands at chest and thigh and lifted the other blonde overhead with a flawless Military Press! Indeed, Janel seemed to exert minimal effort as she once again turned her burden in a slow, domineering circle. “I don’t need the Perfect Ten to finish this bytch!” Manning exclaimed to all within the sound of her voice. “All I need is--” she dipped her arms, then shot them to full extension which launched Renquist a few feet higher. Stepping forward in the half heartbeat before gravity reclaimed her prey, Janel managed to look simultaneously bored and confident as Macy plummeted to the deck with a cringe-inducing THWHAM!
Confirming that 0.0 landing with the briefest of glances over one shoulder, the challenger crouched and shot skyward, Manning floating through a gorgeous back-flip that culminated in a nauseating tummy on tummy collision! Renquist’s legs jolted with the heavy impact but Janel swatted them down in favor of pushing to her knees. In the next instant she ‘smecked’ both hands against the champ’s tummy and bellowed, “ONE AND DONE!” over Carpenter who was recording the…
MILITARY PRESS & STANDING MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BEAPu73LgB8
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Macy twisted onto her side with half a second to spare, a show of resilience that earned her a stinging double-handed SLAP to hip and flank from the angry challenger. “Not feeling totally broken yet, huh champ?” Janel wrapped Macy’s ponytail around one fist and gave it several hard yanks to get the Floridian moving toward verticality. “Guess I’ll have to show you how an Olympian--”
“Shuts the f*ck up?” Renquist huffed. “That’s great, I’d been wondering about your regiMRRGGGGHH!”
Manning pounded the broadside of one thigh across the other blonde’s midsection to shut and soften her up in a single stroke. Transitioning from the hair-hold to a Wristlock to kill Al’s count while it was still in his stupid mouth, Janel took a giant step back and reeled Macy in so she could catch her in a lightning-fast Gutwrench. Manning’s earlier attempt at a Backbreaker had ended in unmitigated disaster, perhaps that’s why the second effort was even crisper than usual, the Iowan flipping Renquist up and now across the back of her shoulders, Janel catching Renquist in an off-kilter sort of Torture Rack that saw the small of Macy’s back snugged against the base of her attacker’s skull. Of course these details only came to light in the slow motion replay because the Golden Mite immediately dropped to her knees and damned near snapped Renquist in half in the process!
ATLANTIDA BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=abQllcGOVeY
Macy tumbled away like a roll of sodden carpet and Manning knee-walked after her, not to try for a pin but to make sure the quivering blonde came to rest in the proper location. “Stay right there, crash-pad.” Janel slapped Renquist’s fluttering tummy to emphasize the point. “I want to show you what it feels like to be the podium in a gold medal ceremony.” The Beach Blaster mustered nothing better than a weak groan, so Manning popped to her feet and busted out a quick floor routine that didn’t just take her to the appropriate corner, it brought her to rest atop the high-rent district facing the grudgingly impressed crowd. “Child’s play!” Manning scoffed. “Hold the applause for something REALLY impressive.”
On that intriguing note she did an effortless about-face, raised both arms in a victorious ‘V’ and shot out into the void in an impossible to track melding of corkscrew and shooting star. Janel’s actual plan grew far clearer during the descent, the former champ raising her left elbow even with that ear to THAWHAM the bony dagger into Macy’s sternum! No half measures this time, Manning cradled the near leg at once and leaned every bit of her weight backward atop Renquist’s thrashing frame to keep her glued down for…
SHOOTING STAR ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=s8j8mUzSSzw
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Macy twitched free and flopped onto her stomach, leaving an incredulous Janel to stare daggers at Carpenter. “It was close, Janel.” the ref admitted. “But it was still only two.”
Manning snorted, laid claim to both of the champ’s wrists. “Not for long, idiot.” then to Renquist. “Get your scrawny ass up!”
Macy tried to squirm loose, so Janel stuffed a knee into her ribs before forcing her to do exactly as ordered. Quick to position herself behind the other blonde, Manning deftly crossed Renquist’s forearms over her own throat and pulled back to pull the Straightjacket nice and tight. “I’m going to stand on your face after the match is over, bytch.” Janel cooed in her foe’s ear. “And then I’m gonna get REALLY me--”
The Slappin’ Sensation collapsed to one knee: it disrupted Janel’s threat but didn’t free her from the trap. Irritated by this obvious show of helplessness, Manning hauled Renquist upright and-- Macy sagged again, the Floridian hitting both knees this time. “BRAT CAN BARELY STAND!” Janel bellowed to the FAWNatics. “SHE KNOWS SHE’S A ZERO AND I’M… I’M A PERFECT TEN!”
Manning put a lot more power on her next lift which is precisely when Macy snapped her head back to THUNK it against the bridge of the challenger’s nose! The Golden Mite loosed a nasal shriek but not her straightjacket, not even after Renquist hopped up and STAMPED her heels on the other lightweight’s bare toes! Cursing Macy’s idiot tenacity, Manning abruptly discarded her grips to catch a half Waistlock and wedge her head under Macy’s left arm so she could kill this jailbreak with a Backdrop SupNO! Renquist pushed off in time with the lift so she somersaulted free of the Iowan’s clutches to land on Janel’s six. Cursing, the challenger ‘rounded on her opponent with a Haymak--THWHONK! Macy did some leaping of her own, the Beach Blaster trading Bytch Slaps for a high knee that snapped the Mite’s head back at a nasty angle!
JUMPING KNEELIFT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zBuHqWli_NI
Janel turned away with the impact, made it maybe a step before Macy caught her in a snug Waistlock. In the blink of an eye she popped her hips and took Janel up and over, Renquist turning the other blonde inside out with a ring-shivering German Suplex.
HIGH ANGLE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FSD42TK8kTU
Spread out flat on her face after the spiteful throw, Manning offered nothing more than a grunt when Macy circled around, snatched her left ankle and lifted that leg into the air. She didn’t protest in earnest until the Slappin’ Sensation threaded her right leg around the exposed gam and tumbled into a stifling mount atop Janel’s back.
“Skuuuuhhh… skinny bytch.” the Olympian grunted. “Get offa AAAARRRRGGGHH!”
Macy hooked her left arm under Manning’s left armpit, then cinched her right arm around Janel’s neck and proceeded to craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaank back on the Renquistition! “You want out, Janey?” now it was Macy spooning poisoned honey into her opponent’s ear. “TAP OUT!”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Janel’s left arm flailed wildly, seeking purchase and finding none. Her right hand clawed at Renquist’s forearm with no noticeable success, forcing the trapped battler to draaaaaaaaaaag herself across the mat one handed.
“Oh, you think you’re gonna make it?” Renquist cooed. “The ropes are soooooooooo far! And you’re already starting to fa--”
“KISS MY ASS!” Janel rasped. “You’re not gonna AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH STAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHP!”
Macy pulled up and jostled the Katahajame portion of the hold that much harder, the merciless stranglehold wrenching Manning’s neck and biting deep into her windpipe. “Not gonna stop, baby.” the Slappin’ Sensation told her wailing adversary. “Not until you--”
“GIVE! I GIVE!” Janel’s capitulation was almost lost in the roar of the crowd when she started slapping the mat. Macy let go when the bell clanged and though she was a bit languid in rising she was still vertical by the time Al Carpenter took her wrist for the Announcer’s confirmation.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL FAWN Lightweight Champion… MACY RENQUIST!”
Nodding at the sound of her name, the victorious blonde accepted the gold from Al and raised it for the cheering masses before snapping it tight around her waist. Properly adorned once more, Renquist strutted over to Janel and planted a foot between her shoulders ensuring that the defeated challenger was pinned like a bug on a card. Biting her bottom lip in a coy smile, Macy hooked her thumbs behind the heavy faceplate and bounced it on her hips to make sure she had the camera’s attention.
“Go ahead and tell me I’m not tough enough.” she murmured to any and everyone on the other side of the camera. “Tell me there’s NO WAY a tough bytch like you is ever gonna get tapped out… or SLAPPED out in the middle of this ring. I want you to say it loud. Say it to my face, say it to my face, just like Janel did. Say it as often as you want, ladies. It won’t stop me from making you a liar… and a quitter.”
Macy bounced the belt one more time, then bent down and patted the back of Manning’s head before strolling out of frame on her hard-earned victory march.
*******
Her name acting as a talisman, the stirring guitar of The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus’ ‘You Better Pray’ crashed over the crowd and the assembled were instantly energized. The FAWNatics turned as one to the upper stage to let loose with a loud round of jeers at the dastardly, diminutive hardbody.
JANEL MANNING:
In this case absence hadn‘t made the heart grow fonder, as evidenced by the increase in derisive decibels when the former Lightweight Champion brushed her way through the curtain. Not that Manning missed them either, at least there didn’t seem to be any latent fondness in the pair of middle fingers she showed the capacity crowd moments before the house lights went dark. A red spotlight illuminated the stage from the right, before winking out. The process was followed by a white spot from directly overhead, then a blue one from the left. As the sequence began its second cycle, it provides the outline of Janel’s diminutive, muscular form. As the house lights rose, the tiny terror of vault, balance beam, and uneven bars, paraded down the ramp and aisle at a brisk pace.
Janel’s flaxen ponytail swished from one side to the other as she moved up the steps, the Diminutive Dervish clad in a skin-tight, black-and-red leotard for her return to the FAWN Arena. The spandex had a single solid red strap over her left shoulder, a thin trio of small red strips across the opposite number. Manning sported black wrist and ankle tape, pads and, as always, was without boots, the soles of her feet chalked for battle. Janel flexed her toes before flinging herself over the top cable without a hint of effort, dropping into a somersault, before popping gracefully to her feet.
The ferocious fireplug raced across the ring and threw herself into a rebound off the cables, before skidding to a stop with a beaming smile only a few feet from referee Al Carpenter. After a scoffing snort, Manning moved to the ropes nearest the timekeeper’s table and asked for a microphone, plucking one from the air after a toss from a FAWN flunky.
“What’s wrong?” she asked over the ever increasing clamor. “You forget what a REAL athlete looks like? Well I’m here to remind you in truly, golden fashion! Forget the snotty little sweat freak and forget the slap happy Youtube FLUKE that beat her. I’m the only Lightweight on this roster WORTHY of that championship and tonight I take back what’s mine!”
Manning tossed the mic down much to the chagrin of the tech department. Janel didn’t give a shyt about them either, she reserved the whole her attention for the crowd, which she cursed and mocked mercilessly even as she strolled to the far corner and settled in to wait for the pretender carrying her title.
“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:
Disgust turned to delight in a blink as Cage the Elephant’s ‘Mess Around’ hit the speakers to welcome the Beach Blaster. Macy greeted them promptly, brushing through the curtain with her hands stuffed into the pockets of her pink & white varsity jacket, which was uncharacteristically zipped all the way up. Bopping along to the beat of whatever tune poured from her oversized red headphones, Renquist smiled at the fans, then reached up with one hand, caught the zipper of her jacket between thumb and forefinger and zippppppppppped it down to reveal the shiny gold belt snugged ‘round her svelte waist. Taking a moment to shine it with a forearm, Macy started down the ramp to the ring, occasionally heading to one side or the other to test the palms of those brave enough extend one in her direction.
Bounding up the stairs once she cleared the aisle, Macy strode onto the apron and dipped through the ropes. She claimed the center of the ring in short order and added to her already growing fan base by doffing 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, Macy undid the belt one handed, hoisted it high and spun in a circle to make sure everyone, Janel included, got a most excellent view. Coming to a stop pointed straight at Manning, she extended the title in her direction only to sling it to Carpenter when the challenger took a possessive step forward. Renquist waggled a finger, ‘no, no’, then finished the pre-match ablutions by doffing her headphones and handing them to Al.
“Enjoy it now, bytch.” Janel snapped to the other blonde. “Because that title’s coming with me tonight.”
Macy snorted, shook her head as she started to back off. “You’re mistaken, tiny. You were a perfect ten in 2018. Now? You’re a strong 8.5. And that means the title stays with me.”
Janel was out of her corner with the opening bell or rather, she launched into a compressed series of tumbles, cartwheels and handsprings that brought her to the center of the squared circle, clearly the Mightiest Mite was eager to regain the top of FAWN’s Lightweight podium. “C’mon lard butt, get your slow ass out here.” the challenger snapped to Macy, who had yet to leave her own corner. “I don’t have all day!”
Renquist opened her mouth to reply, apparently thought better of it. Padding toward Manning with a slow, easy stride, the Slappin’ Sensation stopped several feet shy so she could look Janel up and down. “So, you’re on a clock, huh?” Macy asked blandly. “Where you off to in such a hurry, Janel? Back to wherever you’ve been hiding since Estrina first whooped your ass?”
Manning jerked a thumb at the champ while tossing Carpenter a ‘You believe this bytch?’ look. “Oh hey, Diet Mercy thinks she’s funny. I wonder if you’ll still be funny after I’ve crushed you from all four corn--”
A pleased ‘oooooohhhhh’ from those assembled when Renquist closed the gap with such speed the collision rocked Janel back on her heels. Just you try to go to those ropes, cupcake.” Macy made a point of tilting her head down, it wasn’t often she was the taller wrestler in a match and she meant to enjoy every minute of it. “I’ll slap that fat face of yours outta the sky every single tiMRRGGH!”
Manning didn’t just shove the champ away, she raised a hand, smooshed it to Macy’s cheek and sent her reeling with a disdainful Pie Face! Renquist stumbled into a half turn, caught her balance and whipped all the way through to come out the other side showing a Bytch Slap aimed at Janel’s -- the Golden Mite dipped the strike, lunged in and stuffed the crown of her skull into the pit of Renquist’s stomach! The shot didn’t quite double Macy over, but it left her off balance enough for Manning to hook one arm over the back of her neck and the other through the taller blonde’s thighs. Small stature be damned, Janel Manning scooped Macy onto her shoulder like it was nothing and tossed her down like she was trash, the started Lightweight Champ THWHAMMED against the deck courtesy a blink and you’ll miss it Scoop Slam.
Renquist sat up on instinct and got pie-faced a second time for her efforts. Janel followed that with a quick Double Slap to the tummy and snapped, “Did I say you could sit up, crash-pad?”
She didn’t wait for an answer, Renquist was little more than equipment after all.
Rounding on one heel, Manning dipped her knees ever so slightly and launched skyward in a gorgeous back-flip she turned into a Standing Moonsa--“OOFFFHH!” The Beach Blaster made no effort to avoid the blow, instead she drew her knees up to her chin to ensure that Janel had a most unpleasant landing for her near hundred and twenty pounds. Jaw clenched, Manning scrambled to her feet quickly enough, though she was still bent over Macy, meaning she was a perfect target for the Slap the champ CRAAACKED across one cheek without actually getting off her back!
That one shot was enough to send Manning reeling toward the ropes, so Macy brought her knees up again, rolled onto her shoulders and kipped to her feet with no discernable effort. Going straight after the retreating blonde, Renquist raised her hands high overhead and brought them down twice as fast to land another whipcrack Slap, this two-palmed effort landing flush between the Olympian’s shoulders.
“BYTCH!” Janel shrieked in surprised pain, her hands rising to shoulder level to claw at some invisible attacker.
“Yeah honey, that’s why they call them Bytch Slaps.” Renquist explained as she corralled Manning’s head in a Three Quarters Facelock. Turning the both of ‘em away from the safety of the ropes, Macy went up on tiptoe and yanked Janel onto her butt with a simple SnapmaNO!
The former champ flipped through to land on her feet, then snapped a Back Elbow into the other blonde’s sternum! Macy shuddered on the spot and let out a little ‘eek’ when Janel caught her own Three Quarters Facelock to flip the champ with a Snapmare that ended in the traditional fashion, with Renquist’s tush bouncing against the rough canvas. In motion practically the instant Macy touched down, the Golden Mite ran the ropes facing her opponent just to make sure she had an impressive head of steam when she went airborne in a high leap. Knees drawn to her chest, Manning pumped her truncated gams forward with all the force of a lyrca-clad battering ram, the soles of her feet THWHAPPING offa Macy’s forehead!
BASEMENT DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ofHHvRfQb6k
Eyes on tilt after the powerful impact, Renquist rolled over onto her tummy and began to ri--“I told you to STAY DOWN!”
Manning snatched hold of the champ’s ponytail and wrapped it around one fist before driving the Slappin’ Sensation’s startled face into the canvas! Nodding with pleasure after that heavy thud, Janel swung a leg over Macy’s torso, took a seat on the small of her back and proceeded to scrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuuub Renquist’s mug until Carpenter hurried over to bark, “Knock it off Janel!”
Janel scoffed and wrenched the champ’s noggin back via another rough yank so she could pat and swat her cheeks with one free hand. “What’s wrong, Carpenter? Worried our new Lightweight Chump is only a badass in her Youtube clips?”
Al didn’t rise to the bait, choosing instead to count, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Janel released in time with ‘FOUR!’ though she made a point to maintain her perch until she’d wiped her hands off on Macy’s battle-warmed back. On her feet a moment thereafter, the challenger hauled Renquist to verticality by her ears and quickly ’hupped’ the Floridian up across her chest. “She’s trash!” Manning explained to the FAWNatics as she turned in a slow circle. “Even more of a disgrace than Starfire and who else can say THAT? You losers need another dose of golden inspiration in your lives and hey, I’m feeling generous!”
Her actions gave lie to Janel’s words as she didn’t slam Macy as she did drop her onto the canvas. Crash-pad properly placed, Manning hit the strands on the far side of the squared circle, the Golden Mite once again building up a whole lotta speed in relatively short order. Janel was still a few long strides out from the champ when she leapt, curled into a ball and whirled through one and a quarter rotations before stretching out to THWHUMP down atop her target’s midsection with a gorgeous Standing 450 Splash! Macy’s legs popped up on impact so Janel caught ’em both in a bundle and leaned her weight across the taller blonde’s shoulders to keep her down for the…
RUNNING 450 SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1XiUPGciG0
ONE…
TWO…
Renquist kicked out simultaneous with ’TWO!’, snatched a double handful of hair and yanked the Beach Blaster to a seat. “Don’t think you’re nothing but a crash-pad, sweetheart.” she slipped her hands under Macy’s biceps and locked them against the nape of her neck in a Full Nelson. “You’re also gonna make an excellent heavy bag!”
Renquist’s grunt of protest turned into a breathless groan of pain after Janel secured a Scissors around her waist and began to squeeze! “Oooooohhhhh, you’re not as doughy as I’d expected!” Janel giggled as her steely thighs dug into the champion’s flanks. “Maybe I’ll actually break a sweat before I break your ribs!” Manning punctuated this cheery threat by yanking the Full Nelson back and forth no less than half a dozen times. Once that brawny little flurry subsided, the Golden Mite looked to Al and demanded, “Ask this benchwarmer if she’s ready to quit.”
“You heard her, Macy. Do you want to give it up?”
Renquist snorted in spite of the pain. “Give? To stumpy Domi? Not f*cking likeRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!”
Janel’s legs shredded into shadowy relief while she forced the other blonde’s chin down into her modest décolletage. Janel held both halves of the hold for perhaps ten seconds, then loosened up on the Full Nelson just enough to wrench the other blonde’s head back and forth for several more seconds. Then she bore down on the Nelson, wedging Macy’s chin a little deeper than before. “Anything to say now, bytch?” Manning really wanted to yank Renquist’s ponytail as hard as she could, but Carpenter was watching the action closely and she didn’t want to give the lanky dope any excuse to make her break the cruel compression.
As for the champ, she only waggled a finger ‘no’ and continued to roll her shoulders in an effort to weaken the Mighty Mite’s golden grips. The silence must’ve annoyed Janel because she abruptly scrubbed Renquist’s chin against her sternum and squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed until the Floridian beat her bare heels against the canvas. “Don’t ignore me, loser.” Manning sneered in Renquist’s ear. “Unless you want a whole lotta broken ribs to go with that sorry One & Done tag I’m gonna stick on your ass.”
“Rrrggghhhh… I’m not ignoring you, Janey.” Macy huffed, “I’m just wondering how you none of Daly’s charisma ever rubbed off on WHOOAAAANNGGGGGHHH!”
Not about to take sass from a chick who was a few deep breaths from begging for mercy, the former Lightweight champ rolled onto her back and drew Renquist into her lap. She only held her there for a moment, but it was more than enough to earn a cheer from the crowd, one that grew considerably louder when she thrust her hips and rolled to a seat to THWHUMP Macy down flat on her butt!
The Beach Blaster wailed and redoubled her escape efforts, unfortunately they weren’t enough to keep the aggressive Iowan from drawing her into the same position within the span of heartbeats. Half a dozen more eye-watering THWHUMPS followed, each subsequent bounce increasing the voltage of the jolt running from Macy’s tailbone to the nape of her neck and back again. Renquist was still gritting her teeth from this tush-tingling cannonade when Janel relinquished the Nelson. So sudden and startling was this new freedom that it effectively prevented Macy from mustering a proper reaction before Manning rolled over onto her belly, a shift that stacked Renquist on her shoulders. Al kept a close eye on his charges without moving in to make a count. This proved a wise choice because the Golden Mite rolled through to return to her butt. Then back to her belly. And then back to her butt. Round and round they went, Macy trapped in whirlpool of wrestling torture until Janel finally, mercifully, stopped on her stomach and pushed up on both hands. Only then did Al swoop in to count the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Macy kicked loose of the pinning predicament, the pink-clad blonde tumbling backward over those crushing stems to land on her hands and knees. She’d just moved an arm across her roiling midsection when Janel barreled into her, the Olympian shoving Renquist over so she could drop down on that fluttering tummy in a miniature Splash she immediately turned into a Crossbody. Still close to the action, Al tolled…
ONE…
TWO…
Macy’s kick-out was half a second faster this time, much to Manning’s chagrin. “Get your head out of your ass and into the game, Carpenter.” Janel barked to the ref. “I’m not mauling this idiot just so you and the brass and can fill time on this card!”
“Don’t need to fill time when it was only a two count, Janel.” Al replied blandly. “You want this done? Keep her down for three.”
Manning snorted in derision, then snatched hold of her foe’s ponytail in full view of the zebra. “All right smart-ass, you want a three count? You’ll get a three count.”
Falling silent for the time-being, Janel got to her feet and forced Renquist to do the same. Once that was done she switched over to a Wristlock, took a big step back and slung the Slappin’ Sensation at the ropes with an Irish… never mind. Not quite willing to give her opponent that much freedom, Manning tightened her clamp and reeled Macy back in, the challenger only letting go when her target was close enough to ensure escape was impossible. Leaning right at the last possible second, Janel ‘smecked’ her arms around the other blonde’s waist and muscled her off the mat through a viciously smooth two-hundred and seventy degree NO WAY!
Renquist spun through the rest of the way, landing on her feet directly in front of the startled Mite. Janel was too close for the champ to slap, so she jabbed a short Headbutt into the bridge of Manning’s nose to back her up, then raised her right foot, planted it against the Iowan’s tummy and shoved / kicked her into the strands a few feet removed. Most wrestlers would’ve thrown their arms over the top rope to halt their own progress and disrupt their opponent’s momentum in a single stroke. Not so with Janel Manning, she didn’t just bounce from the strands, she threw herself straight at the Floridian and could’ve taken her head off with a brawny little Lariat if Macy hadn’t bridged back in a perfect Matrix evasion.
Undaunted by the miss, the Golden Mite raced to the far side where she leapt from the mat to the top rope in a single effortless bound. Soon as she landed she was airborne again, the fifty-eight inch phenom arcing through the heavens in a beautiful Springboard Moons--CRAAAAAACK!
Planted directly in front of the incoming Iowan, Macy Renquist raised both hands overhead and smashed them flat against Manning’s exposed midriff! Janel folded around the double-barreled Bytch Slap and dropped like a rock, the gobsmacked blonde landing hard on the back of her head and shoulders! The result of this landing was a rather awkward looking Matchbook, not that it stopped Macy from sitting down on the challenger’s upturned haunches to keep her pinned to the canvas through…
ONE…
TWO…
Manning kicked / twisted out immediately after two, the Golden Mite clearly not ready to leave competition regardless of the painful landing. Macy didn’t consult with the ref about the count, instead she allowed herself a few deep breaths before catching hold of the other blonde’s ears for a painful twist. “You think you’re gonna maul me, princess? Make me a one and done chump?” Renquist disabused her opposition of this notion by driving a Kneelift into Manning’s belly to bend her over just so she could raise both hands overhead and CRAAACK home another Double Slap, this one between the Olympian’s shoulders!
Janel cringed and straightened up fast only to double over when she spied Macy rearing back for another face-flaying Bytch Slap! The urge to avoid this blow proved disastrous, as Renquist grabbed a couple massive fistfuls of hair and jerked her adversary into a Hip Check that struck Manning’s temple like a wrecking ball! Janel staggered sideways, took a knee and pushed to her feet, the Golden Mite still looking for a fight even after the heavy-- THWHACK! Renquist’s reputation for Slaps meant her opponents sometimes neglected to defend against other tactics, in this case the snappy Roundhouse she caromed off the side of Manning’s skull. Janel ceded some more ground and swiped a few ‘keep away’ slashes at the champ before she turned around and lurched toward the ropes in search of resp--“EERRGHH! LEGGO BYTCH!” Janel demanded when Macy caught up and wrenched both arms behind her back in a Double Chickenwing.
“Not until I point your ass at the lights, cutie!” Renquist pecked a kiss against the challenger’s cheek, dropped her hips and snapped off a perfect bridge that deposited Janel on the back of her head and shoulders with an unpleasant THWHUMP. There was no need for Carpenter to check Manning’s shoulders when both sets of toes were well north of her shoulders, so he just dove in and slapped the mat…
TIGER SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jrs8xLbqD_U
ONE…
TWO…
Janel twisted out at ‘TWO’, the former Lightweight Champion coming to rest on her tummy with both arms crossed over the back of her head. “Nice butt, short-stuff!” Macy curved one hand into a paddle and slapped Manning’s backside until the challenger hissed and clambered to one knee. “Oh, don’t tell me you thought that was too hard.” Renquist’s tone was simultaneously amused and mean when she filled her hands with Janel’s hair. “If you’re running from those love taps, there’s no way you’re going to survive when the real slap show starts.”
This particular diversion must’ve been scheduled for a little later because Macy pulled her foe up and into a Double Underhook instead of throwing hands. Locking her hands between Manning’s shoulders to ensure her arms remained properly ensnared, the Slappin’ Sensation bent her knees and “Hey! WhoooaaaaaaEERRRGGHHH!” Turned out the Golden Mite was still quite dangerous even without her arms, as Renquist discovered when the other blonde planted her feet to stuff the Suplex attempt, then plowed forward until she BWUUUNGED the startled Floridian spine-first into the nearest corner!
The collision with the corner freed one of Manning’s arms, which she promptly looped around Macy’s midsection to add a little more ‘oomph’ to the half dozen Shoulderblocks she thump-thum-thum-THUMPED into opposing belly! “Smarmy bytch!” Janel growled as she tried to bisect her prey between shoulder and steel. “Nothing your skinny ass can do is gonna hurt NNNGGGGGHHH!”
Macy pivoted in time with Manning’s latest charge so she could drive the point of her right knee the Mite’s noggin just above her right eyebrow! Janel crumpled to one knee without actually retreating a single step, so Renquist leaned over, corralled one of her adversary’s arms with a Single Underhook and hoisted her up just to stuff several more Kneelifts into Manning’s washboard tummy. But shredded or not, the Beach Blaster’s knees took their toll and it wasn’t long before the gasping challenger reached out and grabbed hold of the second rope. “Break!” she called to Al. “Break, dammit! I’m in the ropes, Carpent--”
CRAAAAAACK!
Macy raised her free hand to the rafters and brought it whistling down on Manning’s bare back with a sound halfway between a rifle shot and the crack of a bullwhip! Janel shrieked and crumpled to her knees only to find herself returned to (semi) verticality once Renquist abandoned the Single Underhook in favor of a vanilla Front Facelock. Tossing the Iowan’s near arm across her shoulders, Macy collected a handful of leotard and moved forward far enough to ensure she wouldn’t bounce her own skull off the turnbuckles when she popped her hips and BWUNGED Janel knees and lower back against the top and middle buckles respectively!
SUPLEX IN THE CORNER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YJfpbIWXWTs
The Olympian landed awkwardly on the base of her head and shoulders: it wasn’t quite a genuine Tree of Woe because her knees weren’t hooked to anything, but she was most definitely stacked in an unpleasant fashion. And yet the veteran retained a great deal of ring awareness because it was only a matter of moments before she managed to wrap a weary hand around the middle rope.
“Buuuhhh… back up, buttercup.” Manning groaned without bothering to glance at the champion. “I’m in the ropes.”
Renquist didn’t argue this point, indeed she raised both hands to shoulder level and cleared off before either Al or the challenger could offer any comment. The reason for this silence became clear soon enough, the Slappin’ Sensation just wanted to make sure everyone was out of her way so she had a clear sprint to the opposite side of the squared circle. Hopping onto the second rope as she arrived, Renquist pushed off, twisted ‘round and landed already going full speed back the way she’d came. It was the roar of the crowd rather than the patter of feet that drew Carpenter’s attention. If he’d been an instant slower Renquist would’ve vaulted over him to get back to the challenger. As it was she simply put on a final burst of speed and dove into a Baseball Slide that BURIED her heels in the pit of Manning’s stomach!
Janel folded almost double around those encroaching feet, the hurtin’ hardbody finally collapsing onto one side only to have Macy catch hold at wrist and ankle and draaaaaaaaaag her out into the center where she bundled her into a Back Press good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Manning powered free of the pinning predicament with enough residual momentum to flop her onto her stomach. Seeing this, Renquist wasn’t content to merely mount her rival’s back, she hopped aboard, the pink-clad blonde driving the curve of her rump into the hollow of Janel’s back! “Goddammit, bytch.” Janel braced her palms and managed to rise a little bit despite the noticeable handicap of Macy’s knees digging into her ribs. “Get your bony ass offa me or I’ll RRRRGGGGGHHHH STAAAHHHHP!”
But Renquist, who’d just settled into a slappin’ rhythm that saw her sear Manning’s shoulders, biceps and skull, didn’t stop, not even once the challenger tightened the guard to better protect the back of her head. “Want me to stop?” she asked after a particularly snappy shot between the Iowan’s shoulders. “Slap the mat, honey!”
“Hell with that!” Janel barked from beneath her defenses. “You’re not gonna slap a submission out of OOOWWW YOU BRAT!”
Macy spanked the Mightiest Mite’s golden glutes perhaps half a dozen times before she returned to her previous targets. “There’s only one kinda chick that believes I can’t slap her out.” the Beach Blaster chided between shots. “The kind who’s never faced me before.”
Observing from a careful distance, Al Carpenter asked, “What do you say, Janel? Need me to call it?”
“Ring that bell and I’ll break you in half, stick man.” With the zebra firmly in his place, the Olympian grit her teeth, braced her palms and began to rise despite the fact that doing so exposed her face to the champ’s steely slaps. And dear lord, Macy Renquist did slap hard, harder than Manning would ever admit. But ringing ears and an aching jaw wasn’t enough to thwart Janel’s progress and in another ten seconds she was on her feet with both arms wrapped around Macy’s thighs, which were themselves cinched around her waist in a Scissors. Supremely patient despite the changing condition of her mount, Renquist cupped a hand under Janel’s chin and tugged her head back, all the better to deliver two more eye-watering Bytch Slaps!
The Golden Mite stumbled to the left and almost took a knee before she straightened up and bellowed with rage! Hupping the Floridian a little higher in her makeshift backpack, Manning took off like a shot, the former Lightweight champ seemingly unconcerned by the burden of her successor. Janel was still charging full speed ahead when she whipped ‘round in a half circle and CRUSHED the Slappin’ Sensation between her bod and those canvas-sheathed steel buckles!
Macy ‘ooofffffhed’ and her hooks loosened considerably, which wasn’t nearly enough for Manning. Stomping outta the corner by a few steps, she threw herself backward no less than three times! Macy’s legs finally fell away, leaving her plastered to Janel’s back with a sort of half-assed Sleeper / Chinlock. Flashing a satisfied smirk as she strode toward the center of the ring, Manning dipped a little so she could muscle the stunned blonde up across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry.
“You really thought slaps were gonna do me in, cupcake?” Janel turned in a circle, making sure the whole crowd had a great view of her womanhandling this scrawny pretender. “Let me show you how a REAL champion finishes a bytch.”
The answering jeers from the FAWNatics suggested they didn’t much care for Manning’s assessment of the situation, yet at least some of them changed their minds when the Golden Mite braced her hands at chest and thigh and lifted the other blonde overhead with a flawless Military Press! Indeed, Janel seemed to exert minimal effort as she once again turned her burden in a slow, domineering circle. “I don’t need the Perfect Ten to finish this bytch!” Manning exclaimed to all within the sound of her voice. “All I need is--” she dipped her arms, then shot them to full extension which launched Renquist a few feet higher. Stepping forward in the half heartbeat before gravity reclaimed her prey, Janel managed to look simultaneously bored and confident as Macy plummeted to the deck with a cringe-inducing THWHAM!
Confirming that 0.0 landing with the briefest of glances over one shoulder, the challenger crouched and shot skyward, Manning floating through a gorgeous back-flip that culminated in a nauseating tummy on tummy collision! Renquist’s legs jolted with the heavy impact but Janel swatted them down in favor of pushing to her knees. In the next instant she ‘smecked’ both hands against the champ’s tummy and bellowed, “ONE AND DONE!” over Carpenter who was recording the…
MILITARY PRESS & STANDING MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BEAPu73LgB8
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Macy twisted onto her side with half a second to spare, a show of resilience that earned her a stinging double-handed SLAP to hip and flank from the angry challenger. “Not feeling totally broken yet, huh champ?” Janel wrapped Macy’s ponytail around one fist and gave it several hard yanks to get the Floridian moving toward verticality. “Guess I’ll have to show you how an Olympian--”
“Shuts the f*ck up?” Renquist huffed. “That’s great, I’d been wondering about your regiMRRGGGGHH!”
Manning pounded the broadside of one thigh across the other blonde’s midsection to shut and soften her up in a single stroke. Transitioning from the hair-hold to a Wristlock to kill Al’s count while it was still in his stupid mouth, Janel took a giant step back and reeled Macy in so she could catch her in a lightning-fast Gutwrench. Manning’s earlier attempt at a Backbreaker had ended in unmitigated disaster, perhaps that’s why the second effort was even crisper than usual, the Iowan flipping Renquist up and now across the back of her shoulders, Janel catching Renquist in an off-kilter sort of Torture Rack that saw the small of Macy’s back snugged against the base of her attacker’s skull. Of course these details only came to light in the slow motion replay because the Golden Mite immediately dropped to her knees and damned near snapped Renquist in half in the process!
ATLANTIDA BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=abQllcGOVeY
Macy tumbled away like a roll of sodden carpet and Manning knee-walked after her, not to try for a pin but to make sure the quivering blonde came to rest in the proper location. “Stay right there, crash-pad.” Janel slapped Renquist’s fluttering tummy to emphasize the point. “I want to show you what it feels like to be the podium in a gold medal ceremony.” The Beach Blaster mustered nothing better than a weak groan, so Manning popped to her feet and busted out a quick floor routine that didn’t just take her to the appropriate corner, it brought her to rest atop the high-rent district facing the grudgingly impressed crowd. “Child’s play!” Manning scoffed. “Hold the applause for something REALLY impressive.”
On that intriguing note she did an effortless about-face, raised both arms in a victorious ‘V’ and shot out into the void in an impossible to track melding of corkscrew and shooting star. Janel’s actual plan grew far clearer during the descent, the former champ raising her left elbow even with that ear to THAWHAM the bony dagger into Macy’s sternum! No half measures this time, Manning cradled the near leg at once and leaned every bit of her weight backward atop Renquist’s thrashing frame to keep her glued down for…
SHOOTING STAR ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=s8j8mUzSSzw
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Macy twitched free and flopped onto her stomach, leaving an incredulous Janel to stare daggers at Carpenter. “It was close, Janel.” the ref admitted. “But it was still only two.”
Manning snorted, laid claim to both of the champ’s wrists. “Not for long, idiot.” then to Renquist. “Get your scrawny ass up!”
Macy tried to squirm loose, so Janel stuffed a knee into her ribs before forcing her to do exactly as ordered. Quick to position herself behind the other blonde, Manning deftly crossed Renquist’s forearms over her own throat and pulled back to pull the Straightjacket nice and tight. “I’m going to stand on your face after the match is over, bytch.” Janel cooed in her foe’s ear. “And then I’m gonna get REALLY me--”
The Slappin’ Sensation collapsed to one knee: it disrupted Janel’s threat but didn’t free her from the trap. Irritated by this obvious show of helplessness, Manning hauled Renquist upright and-- Macy sagged again, the Floridian hitting both knees this time. “BRAT CAN BARELY STAND!” Janel bellowed to the FAWNatics. “SHE KNOWS SHE’S A ZERO AND I’M… I’M A PERFECT TEN!”
Manning put a lot more power on her next lift which is precisely when Macy snapped her head back to THUNK it against the bridge of the challenger’s nose! The Golden Mite loosed a nasal shriek but not her straightjacket, not even after Renquist hopped up and STAMPED her heels on the other lightweight’s bare toes! Cursing Macy’s idiot tenacity, Manning abruptly discarded her grips to catch a half Waistlock and wedge her head under Macy’s left arm so she could kill this jailbreak with a Backdrop SupNO! Renquist pushed off in time with the lift so she somersaulted free of the Iowan’s clutches to land on Janel’s six. Cursing, the challenger ‘rounded on her opponent with a Haymak--THWHONK! Macy did some leaping of her own, the Beach Blaster trading Bytch Slaps for a high knee that snapped the Mite’s head back at a nasty angle!
JUMPING KNEELIFT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zBuHqWli_NI
Janel turned away with the impact, made it maybe a step before Macy caught her in a snug Waistlock. In the blink of an eye she popped her hips and took Janel up and over, Renquist turning the other blonde inside out with a ring-shivering German Suplex.
HIGH ANGLE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FSD42TK8kTU
Spread out flat on her face after the spiteful throw, Manning offered nothing more than a grunt when Macy circled around, snatched her left ankle and lifted that leg into the air. She didn’t protest in earnest until the Slappin’ Sensation threaded her right leg around the exposed gam and tumbled into a stifling mount atop Janel’s back.
“Skuuuuhhh… skinny bytch.” the Olympian grunted. “Get offa AAAARRRRGGGHH!”
Macy hooked her left arm under Manning’s left armpit, then cinched her right arm around Janel’s neck and proceeded to craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaank back on the Renquistition! “You want out, Janey?” now it was Macy spooning poisoned honey into her opponent’s ear. “TAP OUT!”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Janel’s left arm flailed wildly, seeking purchase and finding none. Her right hand clawed at Renquist’s forearm with no noticeable success, forcing the trapped battler to draaaaaaaaaaag herself across the mat one handed.
“Oh, you think you’re gonna make it?” Renquist cooed. “The ropes are soooooooooo far! And you’re already starting to fa--”
“KISS MY ASS!” Janel rasped. “You’re not gonna AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH STAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHP!”
Macy pulled up and jostled the Katahajame portion of the hold that much harder, the merciless stranglehold wrenching Manning’s neck and biting deep into her windpipe. “Not gonna stop, baby.” the Slappin’ Sensation told her wailing adversary. “Not until you--”
“GIVE! I GIVE!” Janel’s capitulation was almost lost in the roar of the crowd when she started slapping the mat. Macy let go when the bell clanged and though she was a bit languid in rising she was still vertical by the time Al Carpenter took her wrist for the Announcer’s confirmation.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL FAWN Lightweight Champion… MACY RENQUIST!”
Nodding at the sound of her name, the victorious blonde accepted the gold from Al and raised it for the cheering masses before snapping it tight around her waist. Properly adorned once more, Renquist strutted over to Janel and planted a foot between her shoulders ensuring that the defeated challenger was pinned like a bug on a card. Biting her bottom lip in a coy smile, Macy hooked her thumbs behind the heavy faceplate and bounced it on her hips to make sure she had the camera’s attention.
“Go ahead and tell me I’m not tough enough.” she murmured to any and everyone on the other side of the camera. “Tell me there’s NO WAY a tough bytch like you is ever gonna get tapped out… or SLAPPED out in the middle of this ring. I want you to say it loud. Say it to my face, say it to my face, just like Janel did. Say it as often as you want, ladies. It won’t stop me from making you a liar… and a quitter.”
Macy bounced the belt one more time, then bent down and patted the back of Manning’s head before strolling out of frame on her hard-earned victory march.
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