Post by hawkeye on Jun 11, 2020 1:00:15 GMT
The long ride back to relevance was at an end. She’d outlasted the Bloodwinds, her Native rivals fleeing to some upstart organization where they could be big fish in a small pond. And she’d fashioned a sizable winning streak both at PPVs and the swamp circuit of central FLA.
But it wasn’t nearly enough. Now it’s time for Bareback to ride the range as Lightweight Champion after a forgettable two-month blip of a run years ago. The Slappin’ Sensation would be sensationalized and left a beaten and branded member of the new herd.
The back of each FAWNatics straightened when “Wildflower” by JaneDear Girls reverberates through the bowl, the crowd understanding the freckled fighter had rarely been on such a roll. There is a feeling in the air tonight that despite their wishes for the challenger to be hogtied with a loss, the redhead might take the organization’s prestigious sub-125 belt back to the ranch.
WILDFLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NC0IhlquYlI
Bareback emerged in full Western regalia, her greeting less than welcoming, the throngs knowing well to what levels she could stoop.
BETH JENKINS:
Jenkins was clad in slightly altered trademark attire, flag of the Grand Canyon State patterned on her vest—small enough to leave a sliver of midsection bare—blue bikini bottoms and tan leather chaps below. Her feet were adorned in a pair of battered old cowboy boots, spurs clicking against the floor as she sauntered down the aisle. A coiled lasso was attached to her hip, and sitting atop her head was a black cowboy hat with a curved brim.
Having returned to her side was the grappler’s infamous mock ‘branding iron’, the ‘Wild West’-inspired ink gun she’d used to ‘assign’ several wrestlers to her ‘BJ’ ranch throughout her career, most notably Portia VanBuren not long after the cowgirl’s entry into the organization.
Riding a slew of recent victories, she sneered at the fans on either side of the aisle, confident in her growing position within the division. She ignored the jeers and catcalls from the crowd, the Pale Rider striding directly toward the squared circle without hesitation. The redhead looked as though she’s headed down Main Street of old Tombstone at high noon, keeping out of the reach of those extending for a handshake or high-five, the rabble not worthy of her time.
On the way, the Announcer took his chance as Beth’s music faded.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and is for the FAWN Lightweight Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger! Hailing from Tombstone, Arizona, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty pounds… BAREBACK BETH JENKINS!”
As she reached the ring, the redhead continued past the steps to the Announcer’s table and gave him a disapproving shake of her head.
“When I’m champ. I want to hear more feeling.”
The man nodded obediently.
Beth turned in her spurs, lasso and ten-gallon for a microphone. Jenkins raised the stick to her rosy lips as she walked back to the steps, strode up, and slipped through the ropes, twirling the ‘branding iron’ in her opposite fingers.
“About time I had a chance,” Beth said, casting her eyes upon the crowd. They didn’t seem to agree.
“And about time I put my mark not only on this division but on some of its residents. I’m going to teach tonight’s boisterous blonde filly, there’s a place for her in my herd.”
The mob booed lustily as Bareback raised the ‘branding iron’ high then planted it into the canvas to leave her mark, black ink injected into the mat before the freckled cowgirl pulls the ‘iron’ off, moved to her corner, and placed it carefully just outside.
Jenkins handed over the microphone to a FAWN flunky, the ginger cowgirl dropping into an expectant crouch, waiting for the arrival of the champ.
Beth had only begun to jaw with the idiots in the first row when the Announcer picked up where he’d left off. “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 the FAWN Light Heavyweight Champion… MACY RENQUIST!”
MACY RENQUIST:
A goodly portion of the Mayhem throng turned their attention from bad mouthing the challenger to welcoming the champion, those slap happy FAWNatics rising in time to the opening bars of Cage the Elephant’s ‘Mess Around’. Macy arrived hot on the heels of her anthem, the svelte stunner brushing through the curtain with both hands stuffed into the pockets of her pink & white varsity jacket which was zipped all the way up despite the warmth of this late spring evening. Bopping along to the beat of whatever tune poured from her oversized red headphones, Renquist grinned out at the fans, then reached up with one hand, caught the zipper between thumb and forefinger and drew it down to reveal the shiny gold belt snugged ‘round her trim waist. Allowing herself the opportunity to buff the faceplate with her forearm, the Beach Blaster headed down the ramp toward her confrontation with the Redheaded Sun Devil, though the looming battle didn’t stop her from occasionally angling to either side of the aisle to press palms with anyone brave enough to test those hands.
Quick to ascend the stairs once she traversed the aisle, Macy strode onto the apron and dipped through the ropes. She claimed the center of the ring in short order and strengthened her 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, Beth included, could admire the view. Smiling when she locked eyes with the Rodeo Queen, Renquist didn’t so much as twitch until Craig Long hurried over to accept the Lightweight Title.
“Should’ve kissed it goodbye, sugar.” Beth warned. “Only thing you’re taking home tonight is my brand on that sad little ass of yours.”
“Correction, cowgirl.” Macy smirked. “I’m taking MY title and YOUR sense of taste, just as soon as I slap it out of your mouth.” Prophecy set, the blonde backed into her corner to await the ref’s final inspection / instructions.
Macy noted the CLANG of the bell but didn’t leave her corner immediately, choosing instead to see if Jenkins would try to stampede across the squared circle to trap her against the buckles. The redhead did not, though it was impossible to ignore the malicious glint in her eyes as she strutted toward the center of the ring. “C’mon out here, sugar.” Beth cooed to the champion. “It’s high time I branded your bubbly blonde ass.”
Renquist snorted in amusement, though she did make her way toward the swaggering challenger. “That so, honey? And how are you gonna do it? With that tacky ass tattoo gun?” Macy stopped a couple yards shy of Jenkins and raised her right hand for the benefit of the capacity crowd. “This is the only iron I need…” she lifted her left hand and offered Beth a teasing little wave. “…and I happened to bring two.”
Beth rolled her eyes, started to offer a reply, then cut if off with an abrupt lunge to sweep the blonde into a rough Collar & Elbow Lock-Up! The clench stayed ‘clean’ for all of a heartbeat or two before Beth stuffed a hand under Macy’s chin and plunged her other hand into the Floridian’s long blonde locks. The Slappin’ Sensation answered with an identical hair-pull, but instead of the chin push she flattened her other hand into a paddle and peppered the challenger’s cheeks with half a dozen stinging slaps!
“Bytch.” Beth curled her pushin’ hand into a claw and dragged her nails across Renquist’s nose and mouth. “You think I need the branding iron to leave my mark on MMRRRHH!”
Macy caught Jenkins’ cheeks between thumb, index and forefinger and smooshed them together in a derisive fish-face. “No, you don’t need a branding iron, princess. All you need is the right shade of lipstiOOFFFHH!”
Jenkins turned into the champ and brought her right thigh up into the blonde’s taut tummy not once, not twice, but three times. These didn’t break the increasingly rough clinch, however it gave Beth more than enough control to march the smaller wrestler back into the nearest empty corner. Bearing down on hair-hold and Chinlock to put even more strain on the champion’s neck, Jenkins snuggled in close, just forcing Macy to carry every bit of her weight while she cooed, “Got a big ol’ mouth on ya for being a scrawny little calf. It’s gonna be a real pleasure adding you to my herd of losers. AND adding that pretty gold buckle to my collectNNNNGGGHH!”
The Beach Blaster abandoned her own hair pull to rear back and CLAP a hard slap against her opponent’s ear! Jenkins groaned, stumbled slightly and that was all Renquist needed to reverse their positions, the svelte little blonde looking like she was trying to walk right through Bareback even though the Arizonan had nowhere to go. She’d just treated herself to a double handful of Beth’s coppery mane when Craig Long hurried over and said, “Let’s get it out of the corner, ladies. There’s a whole ring to wrestle in!”
Macy flashed him a winning smile but made no effort to leave the corner. Instead she hopped onto the second rope and just STUFFED her washboard midsection into Beth’s surprised face! Letting go of Jenkins’ hair when the challenger started slapping and scraping at her flanks, Renquist put both hands in her own hair and gave it a saucy little tousle while the crowd cheered and the ref started to count. Macy hopped down at ‘FOUR!’ and backed toward the middle of the ring, both hands held at chest level to beckon her foe forward. “You want my title? Come and get it, horse-face.” she teased.
Fuming after the rough tummy treatment, Beth wiped a hand across her mouth and sneered, “Gonna take a lot more than your title, slut. I’m walking outta here with your pride in my hip pocket… and your briefs held high.”
Macy’s eyes narrowed at the old school FAWN threat. “Think you can? Prove it, bytch.”
Beth obliged her without hesitation, the Baddest Bytch on Boot Hill stomping out for-- “OOOFFFFHH!” The champ surged in to meet the Cowgirl’s charge, unfortunately Jenkins led with a Toe Kick that doubled the blonde over in a single stroke!
“You doubtin’ my intent, blondie?” Beth raaaaaaaaaaaked her hands up Renquist’s exposed back to straighten her up, then put her right back where she started with a quick Kneelift to the belly. “Lemme show you what I do to doubters on Boot Hill.” Macy wasn’t really interested in the answer, not that her wishes had the slightest bearing on Jenkins filling her hands with the blonde’s hair. Shifting herself ever so slightly to the champ’s right, she tugged Renquist’s head down, then whipped her back so hard Macy lost flew off her feet and bounced the back of her head off the deck with an eye-watering THWONK!
HAIR-PULL MAT SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yseAbAiHk1g
Macy shot to a seat on impact, both arms strapped tight around the base of her aching skull. “Hey, keep your hands out of her hair, Beth!” Craig barked. “You know better!”
“Keep your hands out of your pants, Craig!” Beth mocked. “You know better!”
Dismissing the zebra with a middle finger, Jenkins plunged her hands into Renquist’s tresses for the second time in perhaps a minute, then dropped to her knees beside the Floridian and thum-thum-thum-THUMPED that aching noggin against the canvas almost a dozen times! Could’ve been a full dozen if that blathering nerd Craig Long hadn’t scurried up beside his charges and started to count, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
The Redheaded Sun Devil raised her hands with a flourish and made a point to keep her eyes on the referee as she plucked a few strands of blonde hair from her palms. “What’s wrong sugar, head hurt?” Jenkins landed a gaudy, possessive swat to Macy’s buns almost as soon as the Beach Blaster rolled to all fours. “Don’t worry, I bet I can make it better.”
Beth grabbed Renquist by the scruff of the neck, yanked her to verticality and quickly wrapped her left arm around the champ’s temples for a rough Side Headlock. Hands locked tight, Jenkins went up on tiptoe before she hunched over and ultimately repeated the process two or three times, the redhead just grrrrrrrrrrrrrinding Macy’s head in the brawny triangle of her chest, bicep and forearm. Grinding her teeth to stifle louder groans, Renquist managed to land several loud slaps to Jenkins’ midsection despite the awkward position. This earned several cheers from her fans, however it also earned a snarl from Beth, who put an end to the resistance by abruptly slinging Macy over her thigh to dump the Slappin’ Sensation to the mat with a Headlock Takedown!
Perched high and tight across the blonde’s chest, Jenkins continued to work the Headlock, indeed she made it even worse by planting her feet and shooting into a high bridge that much more pressure on her prey’s skull. “Stop slappin’ me and get after that mat, darlin’!” Beth taunted. “Unless you want me to squeeze your know-nothin’ brains outta your pretty little earSSOOOOWWW!”
Macy shot her left hand into the air and brought it down just as fast, that percussive palm meeting Beth’s belly with a resounding CRAAACK! The Bridge collapsed but the Headlock did not, even after Jenkins halved it to pull and tear at Renquist’s hair! “C’mon darlin, you wanna play rough?” she said between eye-watering tugs. “Let’s play roughEERRRGGGHHH!” The Baddest Bytch on Boot Hill had leaned back quite a bit to get the most torque on her Headlock and she paid for it now when Renquist brought her legs up and ‘smecked’ them around the redhead’s throat.
Escaping the Headlock at the cost of a small hank of hair, Macy sat up, crossed her ankles and squeeeeeeeeeeezed the Headscissors until Beth was beating her heels against the mat. “Play rough, huh?” Renquist huffed after a few deep breaths. “Yeah, we can do that, baby.” One hand was braced on the canvas like a kickstand, but the other was free so Macy reached over and slap-slap-SLAPPED the challenger’s midriff half a dozen times to make sure she was properly warmed up heading into the retaliatory hair pull. “How’s that, huh?” Renquist asked as she tried to yank Beth’s hair out by the roots. “That ROUGH enough for ya, Bareback?”
Jenkins grunted between squeaks of pain, the next smack echoing against her pale midriff, reddening her tummy. But even more debilitating was the crushing power of the blonde’s stems. Proving her bona fides as Lightweight champ, Renquist bore down on the former Rodeo Queen, interspersing her slaps with squeezes from her thighs for a good dozen seconds, Beth unable to pry or batter her way loose managed to rotate her body enough to drape an ankle over a bottom rope.
“Off. Get her off!” Beth pleaded with Long.
Macy’s tardy to react and only seemed to hear Craig’s demands when he reached ‘FOUR’.
“So it looks like Bareback is getting broken tonight,” Macy taunted as she rose and was directed back a step by Long, the ref holding the champ while Beth, instead of using the cables to pull her way up, used them instead to drag her way out, sliding to the floor and taking a break to regain her bearings.
Renquist pushed Long aside and hovered over the flustered Jenkins, her chance to get back in FAWN’s spotlight as it’s sub-125 star seemingly fleeting for the owner of the ‘BJ’ ranch. Beth raised a bird over her shoulder as she stalled in response to the chirping Macy. The challenger strode down the length of the ring to gain some space. As the count grew, the champ grew impatient. She slipped through the ropes and with a right-handed paddle prepared for a Diving Bytch Slap, she soared off the apron.
But Beth’s been playing possum, catching the flash of the approaching blonde out of the corner of her baby blues. She spun into a Super Kick, nearly removing Macy’s head from her shoulders with a crashing impact to the blonde’s chin! Renquist’s head whiplashed from the force and she ended on her back in a daze, staring blankly at the rafters. Jenkins moved to the nearby Timekeeper’s table and collected her ‘branding iron’ ink-gun, brandishing it with a smile as she turned.
“You need to learn your place,” Bareback shouted for the front rows, ready to add to her herd.
But Craig Long, having given up his count from inside the ring, intervened from the outside. He snatched the iron from a startled Beth and tossed it away, Jenkins in disbelief.
“You want to have my mark too?” she threatened.
She moved toward Craig before a rising Macy caught her attention. Beth spun on the heels of her cowboy boots and charged at the blonde with Lariat drawn. She swung the extended right arm, but Renquist dipped under. Both women whirled to the other and the champ’s a little quicker on the draw, rapping an open hand that removed the taste from Beth’s mouth, Bareback’s head ripped to the side from the force of Macy’s perfectly legal blow.
Hearing Craig’s count growing behind her, Macy collected Jenkins and bum rushed her to the ring’s edge, tossing the redhead in the squared circle.
“Back to our regularly scheduled ass-whipping,” she said to the ecstatic crowd, Macy’s popularity growing with each ne’er do well she’d beaten for the title.
Hopping to the apron, Renquist slid between the top and middle ropes, only for a diving Beth to swing an Uppercut into the middle cable, sending the rubber-coated steel THUMPING into Macy’s crotch. Jaw dropping wide, the champ’s frozen and things went from bad to worse when a risen Jenkins snatched the strand and bounced it up and down, driving a watery-eyed Macy to tiptoes until Long stopped Bareback at ‘FOUR’.
Beth stepped away with hands raised in innocence, proving more than Presidents could be blameless despite all evidence to the contrary. To add injury to injury, she gave the middle rope a final punt, again sending the rope between the lower limbs of the petrified Lightweight titleholder. A groaning Macy flopped into the ring, unable to enter any more gracefully with the throbbing pain from her crushed kitty.
Jenkins chuckled at the sight as the aghast FAWNatics let her hear about the underhanded tactics.
“Yeah. Shut your mouths!” Beth shouted at the crowd. “The woman’s made a lot out of slapping people. No lie. But you’re about to see a REAL wrestler now.”
Beth moved to the rising Renquist who sent a blind Bytch Slap toward Bareback’s freckled cheek. But Jenkins snatched it out of the air before it could hit home. She used the wrist to spin into a Chickenwing grip and ran Macy forward, SANDWICHING Renquist into the corner chest-first, doubling the impact with her weight behind the blonde’s arrival. Dipping, the redhead slipped her noggin between the unsteady stems of the champ, Beth’s arms wrapping around Renquist’s lower limbs. She lifted the smaller Macy onto her shoulders in an Electric Chair position, Macy’s eyes widening as she windmilled her arms to keep balanced atop the cowgirl’s shoulders.
As Beth took a few steps back, it turned out not such a great idea as Bareback laid out, falling forward and sending Macy’s face careening into the middle buckle from on high. The Slappin’ Sensation’s head snapped back from the collision, the champ flopping to a seat in front of the buckles, leaning back limply, her legs extended, head lolling atop her neck.
Bareback did a set of five pushups from her landing spot then hopped to her feet, dusting off her hands. She trotted to the opposite corner and spun into a sprint, bearing down on the seated champ who remained out to lunch as Beth leapt from several feet out, legs leading the way.
Bareback’s backside THUMPED into Macy’s chest and, when Beth grabbed the ropes on either side, she showed off her professional background before turning menace in FAWN rings, busting the blonde bronco relentlessly. She thumped her pelvis into Macy’s chin while her undercarriage blasts the pert chest of the lightweight leader until there’s nothing but slack in the battered frame of the blonde.
A mesmerized Long, having never started his count until the crowd reached the count of ‘TEN’, earned a more approving look from the former Rodeo Queen.
“Maybe you’re not as dumb as you look.” Beth said with a twinkle in her azure pools. “Perhaps I can lead you to water AND make you drink.”
Instead of plucking the dilapidated Macy out of the corner with both hands, the grinning cowgirl sank her fingers into Macy’s facial features in a clenching ring of digits, driving in a classic Iron Claw to her foe’s face to draw the reeling champ to her feet.
“You’re not the only one who knows how to use her hands, bytch,” Beth growled as she pressed the back of Macy’s head into the top buckle to increase the pressure, sucking the senses from Macy through her pressing fingerprints.
Thankfully for Macy’s SlapHappys in the crowd, Craig’s quicker on the draw with his count this time and Beth was forced to pull free, leaving five pink indentations in Macy’s otherwise flawless, shiny visage.
Beth turned to the jeering multitude.
“It’s old school against no class, people!” she roared. “What did you think was going to happen?”
Beth nudged Craig to the side and collected Macy when Renquist shrieked to life. Grabbing the redhead by her ears, Macy whipped her foe into the buckles to take her place, then unleashed a torrent of slapping right-left combos overwhelming Jenkins, Beth vainly trying to cover up under the onslaught.
Bareback’s defenses were sturdy enough to protect her face and chest with no issue, problem was, Macy simply shifted her focus down and in, the blonde battler buggywhipping a barrage of Slaps into her challenger’s biceps, flanks, hips and tummy.
“OFF!” Jenkins roared around the defense of her guard. “GET HER OFFA ERRRRGGGGHHH!”
Renquist pivoted into the redhead to drive the point of her right hip into the other woman’s midsection. Beth’s guard sagged, then came down entirely when the Beach Blaster wedged the ridge of her right forearm against Jenkins’ jaw and draaaaaaaaaaaaagged it back and forth! “No class, huh?” Macy snarled at her foe as she continued to grind away with the bony bludgeon. “So I guess it’s the classy bytches who blubber for the ref these days?”
Beth didn’t get a chance to answer because Craig hurried over and swatted the blonde on the shoulder. “Ok Macy, let’s get it out of the corner! I don’t want to have to tell you again!”
Renquist casually slid her forearm up to the underside of Beth’s nose and leaned in hard enough to make the Arizonan squeal in distress. “Will you at least count me, Craig?”
More than happy to oblige, the ref raised a hand and counted, “ONE…” Macy broke away, spun around and threw herself into a forward roll that took the champ into the middle of the squared circle. Rounding on Beth the instant she was up, Renquist charged, leapt and landed with both feet planted firmly on Jenkins’ thighs. Lacing her hands behind Beth’s head to steady her perch, Macy dropped into a crouch and neatly laid out on her back while simultaneously pistoning her legs out straight, all the better to THWHUMP Jenkins flat against the deck with a beautiful Monkey Flip!
MONKEY FLIP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kIxIFpn_uCo
Bareback landed hard but rolled to all fours at once, Beth making it to her knees moments before Macy closed in and grabbed a double handful of ha--”WHOAOOFFFHHH!”
Jenkins cinched her arms around the blonde’s lower legs and pulled them out from underneath to send Renquist into her own rough landing. “You wanna slap me, sugar?” Beth growled as she scrambled into a mount atop the Floridian’s waist. “You just slap all you want! Me? I’m gonna pound your damned face in!”
Lest Renquist think she was kidding, Jenkins plunged her left hand into Macy’s hair and yanked her head off the mat just to PWAK a booming overhead right between the champion’s eyes! Now it was Macy’s turn to cover up against some heavy shelling, her efforts netting mixed results due to the overwhelming volume of punches Beth smashed against her blonde’s pate. “My fists are heavier than your slaps, bytch!” Jenkins barked over the jeering crowd. “Ain’t that right? Huh? I can’t hear you, sugar!”
Macy offered nothing but pained grunts, Craig however, had this to say. “Knock off those closed fists, Beth! I won’t tell you ag--”
“GET YOUR DAMNED FINGER OUTTA MY FACE!” The Baddest Bytch on Boot Hill rose up from her glassy-eyed prey to storm after the retreating referee. “I mean it, little man! Mouth off to me one more time and I’ll brand you right after I’m finished with that gawky little brat!”
Mention of the Slappin’ Sensation (who’d forced her way to all fours in Jenkins’ absence) refocused the challenger’s attention and she wasted no time in closing on the recovering blonde. “Gimme that shyt.” Beth demanded as she laid claim to Renquist’s left wrist. Using the tether to tug Macy to one knee, then to full verticality, Bareback spun the limb through a quick Arm Wringer, then slipped in on Renquist’s left side and threaded the blonde’s captured arm across the back of her right thigh half a heartbeat before she hooked that leg over Macy’s left thigh to neatly trap that arm between their twined stems. In the same instant she leaned across the Slappin’ Sensation’s back, hooked her left arm beneath Renquist’s right bicep and CRAAAAAAAAANKED that limb put agonizing pressure on the smaller woman’s entire core.
ARM TRAP ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBpNBVwCWSs
“EEEEEEERRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH!” Macy’s pretty features crimped with pain, the champ clearly suffering the brunt of Beth’s wra--“NGH! NGH! NGH! NNNHHHHHHH AAAAAAHHHHHHH!” Not content with the torments of a ‘mere’ Abdominal Stretch, Jenkins flattened her right hand into a paddle raised it overhead to flip off the crowd, then brought it SLAPPING down onto exposed midsection once, twice, three times! On the heels of the third slap she shifted from paddle to talon and dragged her nails from navel to hip for another set of three or four before grabbing a huge fistful of Renquist’s damp locks.
“What’s wrong, sugar? Don’t like a taste of your own medicine? What was that? I can’t hear you!” Bareback didn’t just pull her rival’s hair, she jounced Macy’s head up and down like she meant to give the wailing warrior whiplash!
“AAAAWWWW GAAAAAHHHD, SCREW YOOOOHHHHHHWWW!” Macy’s rebuttal gave way to another wail of pain as Jenkins gave up on the hair-hold to return to the Belly Claw, the challenger making a special point to gouge her index finger into the Beach Blaster’s navel.
“Panning for Lightweight Gold, sugar.” cooed the Baddest Bytch on Boot Hill. “I know there’s a mother lode around here, just like I know it runs right through your soft little tummy!”
She squeezed even harder, earning a sob from Renquist a concerned query from Craig. “What do you say, Macy? Need me to call for the bell?”
“Nuuuhhhh…NO! NO I DON’TAAAAAWWWWWWWW F*CK!”
Jenkins sent her sadistic shovel south in search of another vein of submission deep in the blonde’s trunks. “Beg for the branding iron, sugar.” she hissed. “Tell all these sheep how great it feels to be a prized member of my herEEERRRGGHHH!”
The Redheaded Sun Devil had shifted ever so slightly to get a better grip on Renquist’s center, which in turn allowed the embattled champion to slip her left hand free of the gammy vise that’d occupied it for the last thirty seconds. Rather than attack the Claw as a whole, Macy grabbed hold of Jenkins’ thumb and pulled backward with every intention of touching it to Bareback’s forearm!
Abandoning the Abdominal Stretch to regain control over her hand, Beth sent Macy stumbling toward the ropes with a rough shove. Renquist crumpled to one knee before she reached the edge of the ring, a remarkably vulnerable position, as evidenced by the sneering smirk on Beth’s face. “C’mon sugar, come back and get yourself some more.” The Arizonan was rolling her left arm in slow, ominous circles that almost surely meant a Lariat in the Beach Blaster’s future.
Eventually Macy did rise, her back still to the lurking challenger. “That’s right, turn your ass around and come get this lasso!” Renquist swung around and so did Beth, in a snug little circle that gave her a whole lotta extra ‘oomph’ when she exploded forward with her left arm exten--CRAAACK!
Macy paintbrushed the redhead’s cheek with a stinging Bytch Slap that had the rampaging Rodeo Queen stepping in fencepost holes! Renquist didn’t look too steady herself after all that time in the Stretch, but she possessed the wherewithal to reel Jenkins into a Front Facelock before she could stagger out of reach. Hooking Bareback for a Suplex in the span between heartbeats, Macy dipped her knees and lifted Jenkins to approximately three o’clock, then simply released her hooks and took a big step back, leaving Beth to THWHAM down on her face, chest and belly!
GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yDAN8aClE9o
The Slappin’ Sensation settled into a crouch to observe Bareback’s reaction and she was delighted when Jenkins bounced onto her knees. Macy whipped around, throwing herself into the ropes as those assembled urged her to do the same. Soon as she was clear of the strands she took to the skies in a low-flying leap that culminated with her shins meeting Beth’s shoulders with enough force to THUNK the challenger flat on the back of her head.
BASEMENT METEORA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xG209Tw6cPA
Seated astride Beth’s chest in the wake of the Meteora, Renquist settled in and pressed both palms to the Arizonan’s fluttering tummy to keep her down through the…
ONE…
TWO…
Jenkins bucked like one of the broncs she rode as a youngster. It’s not nearly as powerful but it’s enough to send the champ lurching forward and off. The redhead pushed to a seat but her busted gourd kept her from rising further, Bareback trying to regain her bearings before pushing up the rest of the way.
Macy didn’t wait. Approaching from Beth’s six, she gave a more playful slap to the back of the challenger’s braincase then used both hands to pull Jenkins to her feet. She bullied the reeling Beth toward a corner, Macy turning her back from the buckles a few feet out. Pulling Jenkins into a tight Front Facelock, Renquist rattles Beth’s cranium to scramble her gray matter then grabbed some spandex on Jenkins’ hip.
TURNBUCKLE SNAP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YJfpbIWXWTs
Judging her location, she RIPPED Beth off the canvas with a Snap Suplex BANGING Bareback’s back into middle buckle with a flip into the thinly padded steel. Jenkins collapsed to her shoulders, stacked heels over head, legs draping over ropes on either side. The Sensation scraped the wreckage to unsteady feet, then scooped the ginger cowgirl like a babe in her arms only to stuff her into the corner, laying her foe’s head and neck over the middle rope on one side, her calves over the other. Placed as if on an altar to all that was open-handed, Macy played her version of the Bittersweet Symphony. The crowd likes the echoing tune of her Pink Belly much more than Lisa’s pompous piece. She rapped away with SMACK after SMACK on Jenkins’ abdomen, leaving her own type of brand before using the top ropes to elevate then THUMP her knees down into the blasted midriff, planting Beth into the canvas to a semi-sympathetic groan from the crowd.
Snatching Beth’s left wrist and ankle, Macy tugged the ragdolled grappler out from the safety of the ropes and dove atop her in a Lateral Press, hooking the near leg to defend her championship with the…
ONE…
TWO…
…again the stubborn Bytch from Boot Hill threw up a shoulder as Long’s arm started on its final path to the mat. Renquist’s pushed to her haunches and looked down at Beth with a certain respect before drumming Beth’s tummy rosy with another set of slap happiness, Jenkins mewling as she tried to crunch and cover, the stinging perhaps turning to searing after all the abuse.
With Beth properly punished for breaking free, Macy rose at Jenkins’ legs and lifted them at the ankles. The blonde stepped through Bareback’s stems folding them around her posted leg in a familiar four before dropping to her backside and locking the legs in place. The freckled fighter reacts instantly, her attention turning from her tummy to the tortured stems as the lightweight champion leeeaned back to increase the pressure. Beth flailed in agony, hands sinking into her auburn locks, pulling at them to spread the pain.
“Say it,” Macy demanded. “And you can go back to your ranch with the rest of the animals.”
Long asks if the challenger wants to give in, but she shook her head frantically, placing her palms on the canvas and trying to ‘walk’ her way to the ropes behind her in anguish-inducing stages. Finally, Jenkins was able to reach back and wrap a hand around the bottom rope. She squealed for a break and it’s four seconds in coming. The Sensation unlocked her stems and hopped to her feet, shaking out her gams and watching intently as a grimacing Beth used the strands to pull her way up. Jenkins limped along the cables, trying to work the ache out of her lower limbs while the welts on her midriff continued to emerge from the earlier mistreatment.
Beth wandered to a corner and the champ couldn’t pass up the opportunity to race toward her foe, leaping and delivering a running Hip Attack, splashing the reeling redhead deep into the buckles. Macy bounded out and sprinted to the opposite corner before a U-turn sent her acrobatically tumbling across the canvas. Macy pulled up just short and delivers a face-turning Bytch Slap to Beth, the challenger’s head on a serious swivel.
HANDSPRING TO SLAP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Akbax4vTHIQ
Macy shoves the blasted Beth past her, Jenkins staggering to a stop mid-ring, remaining upright if not completely aware of her location. As she tried to regain her whereabouts, Renquist climbed to the top buckle and turned for her target. Zeroing in on a spinning Beth, Macy launched, boots soles leading the way for a missile strike from the penthouse. But before her jaw gets jacked, Jenkins pivoted and swiped the blonde past, Macy crashing and burning as she hit the deck in a ring-rattling collision.
Several feet distant, an aching Beth ignored her battle wounds and waited for Renquist to push to her feet. The ascension came slowly in front of the stalking cowgirl and Beth timed a pirouette perfectly, spinning into a Discus Clothesline that nearly removed Macy’s head from her shoulders, Renquist rocketing to the deck from the force of the blow.
DISCUS CLOTHESLINE @ 00:07
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFe0xFSaMPM
Ending on her knees, the freckled fighter pushes to verticality and stepped to the downed champion, brutally scraping her range boots across the flawless face of the titleholder, rubbing in her resurgence. After the treatment, Macy’s main slappin’ hand rose to her face in protection. Defiantly, she struggled to her knees in front of the hovering Beth. Jenkins collects the Sensation’s head in a Front Facelock and PLANTED the blonde’s skull into the canvas with a DDT, Macy’s body absently flopping to her back and inviting Beth’s grab for the gilded belt.
KNEELING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Mhnw-GhYKQ
She dropped perpendicular across Renquist’s chest, hands wrapping around the champ’s wrist on one side, her legs scissoring the opposite arm, raising her pinning game for the…
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Macy’s able to roll Beth off and over her head while somersaulting up to her knees. With Bareback now squirming in her arms, Macy tried to power up with Beth in her control, but the mass of Jenkins and weight of the fight already endured was too much. She fell to her back halfway up, again in a pinning predicament that lasted through…
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TWO…
Macy kicked free, rolling Beth off again but separating, the redhead ending on hands and knees, staring angrily at the stubborn resolve of the champ. The challenger pushed wearily to her feet and leaned into the ropes behind her as again Macy struggles upward.
With the blonde vertical but on unsteady legs, Jenkins floated into action from behind, wrapping an arm around the champ’s throat in a backhand sweep that drew Renquist into a Dragon Sleeper arrangement. It’s only momentary, as the Arizona cowgirl dropped to a knee, planting it in between the blonde’s shoulderblades with a Rear Chancery Backbreaker.
REAR CHANCERY BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQ34nODvIu0
Beth let Macy flop to the canvas, arching in pain, while she moved to the ropes and let the FAWNatics know what life would be like with a REAL Lightweight Champion.
“Start lining up now, losers!” she barked at everyone within the sound of her voice. “Once I put the branding iron to this bytch,” she jerked a thumb at Macy, “I’m gonna leave my mark on each and every one of you bawling cows! Oh what, you don’t like it? Too damn bad, you’re all gonna be part of my Golden Herd!”
Cheers at her back returned the redhead’s attention to the ring, where she discovered the soon to be ex-Lightweight Champion clambering to her knees. “Still not broken, huh?” the Arizonan cut to the ropes at Renquist’s left on a sharp diagonal. “I can fix that.”
Throwing herself into the strands from only a few feet away, Jenkins bounced out and ran down the blonde in a few long strides just to THWHACK her right boot against the side of Macy’s skull! Renquist pinwheeled to the deck in an ugly sprawl, landing on hip and shoulder in an awkward sprawl. Above and beside, Bareback made a show of swishing some invisible dust off her boot before she dropped to her knees and shoved Macy onto her back. Jenkins collected both legs behind the knee and pointed Renquist’s rump toward the lights while Craig and the crowd reeled off…
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
BOOT HILL DRIVE BY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WwTrYV44jKw
The Beach Blaster kicked out with half a second to spare, the power of her escape just enough to flop Macy onto her stomach. “What’s the matter with you?!” Jenkins scrambled to verticality and stomped her way to Craig, who threw himself into full reverse at the sight of her approach. “Don’t you know it’s cruel to let ‘em suffer when they’re helpless? How’s she gonna be any use to the herd if I ruin her tonight?”
“I’m not doing anything except making a count, Beth.” the official replied with as much composure as he could muster. “If you want the three you’ll have to--”
The Redheaded Sun Devil shut him up with a middle finger held a whisper from the tip of his nose. With the sniveling law dog put in his place, Beth stalked over to Renquist and filled her hands with blonde ponytail, all the better to haul her upri--CRAAACK!
Macy flicked her right hand across the challenger’s cheek, snapping her head backward with the force of the blow! The shot staggered Jenkins a few steps but it didn’t break the grip on Renquist’s hair, meaning she was forced to stumble along after the challe---CRAAACK!
The Slappin’ Sensation went down on one knee and laid her anger across Jenkins’ burning belly with a sweeping two-handed stroke that had Beth clearing off in gut-shot anguish!
The cowgirl’s retreat had removed her from the threat of more Slaps, so Renquist struggled to her feet and ran the ropes at her back. Any hitches in Macy’s giddyup seemed to melt away during her return trip, which was as fast and dangerous as any stampede, presuming of course it was a stampede that led with a whistling Bytch Slap trained on the challenger’s NO! Jenkins dipped her head at the last possible instant and hooked her right arm across the champion’s chest to freeze her progress on the spot. Straightening up in the space between heartbeats, the Baddest Bytch on Boot Hill brought her free hand up and clasped it with the other, creating a lasso around the blonde’s head and right arm. Just like that she dropped to her butt and jerked Macy along for the ride, a short extremely jarring descent that culminated with the champ’s jaw THWHUNKING off her opponent’s right shoulder!
BAREBACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6tD55xV-s0U
Snapped onto tiptoe by the whiplash of the Barebackbreaker, Renquist gave no thought to defending against the Toe Kick Beth plowed into her stomach or the Standing Headscissors that followed immediately thereafter. Taunting the crowd with a wolfish grin as she collected the blonde’s arms in a snug Double Underhook, Jenkins flipped Macy up ‘n over, wrapped both arms around her upper thighs and dropped to a seat to THAWHAM her prey into the deck courtesy a thunderous Tiger Driver! Long saw Renquist’s shoulders pressed flat and made a flying dive to get alongside his charges to count the…
TIGER DRIVER @ 00:25
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2P9A8VBHL3o
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
Macy brought her legs together, boxing Jenkins’ ears just enough to disrupt the count and the transfer of lightweight gold. “BYTCH!” Beth smashed an infuriated slap against the canvas. “YOU’RE FINISHED, YOU HEAR ME? YOU’RE DONE!” Macy only groaned, so the Arizonan caught hold the that flaxen ponytail once again and scraped her off the deck. “No slippin’ out now, sugar.” Jenkins seemed to regain control of herself once she’d trapped Renquist’s chin in the crook of her crook of her right armpit. “No thrilling escape, no last second rescue, just a sad, lonely burial on Boot Hill.”
Bareback grabbed hold of Macy’s trunks just above her right hip, then dipped her knees and “NGH!” The Beach Blaster didn’t much care for the idea of premature burial, as evidenced by the way she locked her hands across the back of the challenger’s head and pulled her in close enough to drive a desperate Kneelift into Jenkins forehead! Beth growled, yoked up on the Inverted Facelock and grunted, “Too late, sugar. Your ass is NGH!” NGH! NGH!”
Macy hit her with three more awkward looking Kneelifts before “EEERRRGHH!”
Jenkins countered with a knee of her own delivered to the small of the Floridian’s back. “Not enough, sugar.” she cooed. “Welcome to the herd!”
Hooks cinched deep, Beth leaned down and muscled Renquist into the sky, the blonde’s lithe frame swinging all the way to one o’clock and then rolled back to midnight and eleven, Macy sliding free of Beth’s grip to land behind the surprised redhead! Jenkins cursed, then wailed in shock when Renquist smacked both hands against the challenger’s ears with a resounding PWAAAK! Bareback’s hands shot to her ringing noggin but they weren’t able to offer any comfort because Macy slipped her arms around the Arizonan’s biceps and wrenched them behind her back with a tight Double Chickenwing!
“NOOOOUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Beth’s shout of protest became an insensate groan when Macy popped her hips and snapped the redhead down onto the back of her head and shoulders with a vicious Tiger Suplex!
Craig swooped in to make the count though he needn’t have rushed because Macy released the Chickenwing and put her hands against Jenkins’ lower back, all the better to tumble her onto her stomach. As for the champ, she rolled though as well, Macy finishing up on one knee by the redhead’s boots. From there she laid claim to Beth’s right ankle and got to her feet, or rather she stood up just long enough to thread her left leg around the exposed limb. Then she dropped forward and down, landing in a heavy mount on the Cowgirl’s back. Far too woozy after the Suplex to offer a more spirited defense, Jenkins only muttered in disassociated distress when Macy slipped her right arm beneath Bareback’s right armpit, then looped her left arm around Jenkins’ neck and reefed back with everything she had left in the tank.
“Nnnnnnggghhhh… nooooooohhhhhhooooooooo!” Beth squirmed to life but it was a shadow of her former bucking self, the Redheaded Sun Devil caught fast in the spirit-sapping prison that was the Renquistition.
Noting the pain stamped on his charge’s features, Craig knelt before the tangled Lightweights and asked, “What do you say, Beth? Need me to call for the bell?”
“NO!” she answered in a pitiable sob. “No, I won’t ooooooohhhhhh faaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhk!” The Slappin’ Sensation wrenched the hold back and forth maybe half a dozen times before pulling up on the breath-stealing choke. “Staaaaahp….. staaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhp….” Jenkins reached out with her free hand and seemed to pet the mat, rather than tap it. Her despondent “Submit!” confirmed the official’s suspicions and seconds later the bell sounded above the din of the FAWNatics.
Breaking into a smile now that the W belonged to her, Macy leaned in close and pecked a taunting kiss against the challenger’s cheek. “Like that, cowgirl?” the blonde cooed. “That’s MY brand!”
She relinquished the hold and powered to her feet, the Beach Blaster looking more than a little unsteady until the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL the FAWN Lightweight Champion… MACY RENQUIST!”
At the victor’s feet, a grimacing Jenkins reached for her lower back, the remaining ache a calling card of her failure to wrest the title from the Sensation.
Macy seemed to consider placing a boot sole on Beth’s back for her money shot but allowed the pained mewls and the twisted features of a physically beaten and psychically bested Bareback to be gift enough for her.
Long raised the blonde’s hand high, Renquist ready to leave the freckled cowgirl in her rearview mirror when Lady Gaga arrives on the arena’s speakers instead of the champ’s accompaniment.
A confused crowd turned to the upper stage and, sure enough, the mightiest of Mites and the OG of the ferocious flyers, Dominque Daly was on a sprint to the ring.
DOMINIQUE DALY:
APPLAUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_bHhpufKRjs
Despite the catchy beat, the Mayhem FAWNatics gave Domi precious few slaps of their palms and more the figurative back of their collective hand.
The diminutive Destroyer sported a gleaming gold leotard dusted with tiny stars in red, white and blue. Strategic rips revealed several swatches of Daly’s trim midriff, her chiseled tummy matching the perfectly-sculptured shoulders, arms and thighs. The look was completed with matching gold tape on her wrists and ankles, chalk powder on her palms and the soles of her bare feet.
Allowing the hatred to build alongside her music, Domi dove into the ring, somersaulting through a pop-up to her feet not more than five feet from Macy, the champ holding her gold tight, ready to brandish it if need be.
But Daly held up a hand, trying to reassure she had no ill intent, at least of the physical variety, even if her attire made her appear ready to use Macy as her own personal balance beam.
Daly called for a stick and caught the one tossed to her while Craig realizes this was the perfect time to make a getaway and head for the showers. The Mite booted a flattened Beth to the side, yesterday’s trash put out to the curb by the former gymnast so the blonde and brunette could go chest to chest.
“You beat a woman who wears cowboy boots to the ring,” Domi barked. “Do you feel up to facing an actual athlete? The ultimate athlete this organization has to offer?”
Macy got half a word out of her mouth when the Portland native interrupted.
“You will if you have a fraction of the guts you think you do. The rodeo clown had one thing right about you. You’re a one-trick pony, Macy. A fluke.”
“And you see where the clown’s at now?!” an increasingly perturbed Renquist responds bumping Daly back a step or two with a thrust of her torso.
“And you’ll be down in the gutter with her if you dare put your title on the line withAHHHH.”
The spandex-clad Mite rose to tiptoes, exotic features twisted in anguish. The reason was painfully obvious. From behind, Beth, on her knees, had swung a forearm up between the muscular thighs of the former gymnast. Ramming the limb into the thinly sheathed crotch of Daly. A snarling Jenkins watched with satisfaction as Domi went cross-eyed, her knees knocking as she struggled to remain upright.
Macy shook her head as she hefted her Lightweight title belt over a shoulder.
“I’ll leave you two cuties to talk over old times,” Renquist informed Jenkins. “When the pain in her kitty subsides enough to let her ears work, tell her she’s on!”
Furious, Bareback lowered her right arm and DESTROYED Domi with another uppercut. This one’s too much for the ponytailed brunette to remain standing. She collapsed to the canvas, melting into a fetal ball from Bareback’s abhorrent attack.
Grabbing the microphone from Daly’s loosened clutches, Beth rose and launched herself at the exiting champ, NAILING the Sensation in the back of her skull with the amplifier, the amplified THUMP blasting through the arena, a telltale sign Beth’s connected clean with the blonde’s braincase. Macy’s belt went flying and her body tumbled through the cables, Renquist puddling on the floor to the jeers of the assembled.
Still wincing, softly massaging her back, a sneering Beth kicked the belt aside and slid out of the ring. She moved to the Timekeeper and snatched her ink gun ‘Branding Iron’ from the table, the crowd buzzing instantly at Beth with her weapon of choice.
She brought the other weapon to her lips with her left hand while holding the steel tight in her right.
“It’s about time these cows learned there’s only ONE woman who deserves to be at the top of this division. The rest are just cattle.”
Beth tossed the microphone aside with a CLUNK and, with a side of the softly stirring blonde’s hip beckoning, she raised her ‘iron’ and STAMPED it into Macy’s flesh, the ink gun giving the Sensation an immediate marking, Renquist flailing to life at the painful force with which the ink gun was applied.
After a few long seconds, Bareback raised the ‘iron’ high, her demeanor flipping to jubilant as she’s added to her herd total if not her victory total. The ginger wasn’t done yet. She slid back in the ring with her ‘iron’ hot and found Dominique facedown, hands buried in her crotch beneath her, Daly trying to push up. But before Domi could make it to all fours, the ink gun came down into the exposed lower rim of her backside, Beth’s preferred right cheek.
Not sure what’s happened, the Mite squirmed and squealed from the pinpricks injecting the black ‘BJ’ into her rump. Finally, her hands came from underneath to provide cover, but Jenkins was already done, lifting the ‘iron’ high again, claiming two for the price of one despite the ‘L’ in the record books. As Daly started to rise, a grinning Bareback stomped a boot into the back of Daly’s skull, sending Daly’s face careening into the canvas, removing Dominique from her remaining senses.
Statement made and cows trademarked with her unfortunately familiar ‘BJ’, a glistening Bareback moved to the ropes, picking the Lightweight belt up on the way. She stepped through and dropped to the floor, tossing the prize on a now seated Macy who rubbed frantically at her brand.
“You bytch,” Macy seethed. “You’re dead.”
Beth chuckled.
“And you’re my property.”
The redhead picked up the rest of her gear as she sauntered away from the wreckage.
“About that match you want with the hobbit,” she shouted back at the stewing blonde. “Tell her yourself!”
But it wasn’t nearly enough. Now it’s time for Bareback to ride the range as Lightweight Champion after a forgettable two-month blip of a run years ago. The Slappin’ Sensation would be sensationalized and left a beaten and branded member of the new herd.
The back of each FAWNatics straightened when “Wildflower” by JaneDear Girls reverberates through the bowl, the crowd understanding the freckled fighter had rarely been on such a roll. There is a feeling in the air tonight that despite their wishes for the challenger to be hogtied with a loss, the redhead might take the organization’s prestigious sub-125 belt back to the ranch.
WILDFLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NC0IhlquYlI
Bareback emerged in full Western regalia, her greeting less than welcoming, the throngs knowing well to what levels she could stoop.
BETH JENKINS:
Jenkins was clad in slightly altered trademark attire, flag of the Grand Canyon State patterned on her vest—small enough to leave a sliver of midsection bare—blue bikini bottoms and tan leather chaps below. Her feet were adorned in a pair of battered old cowboy boots, spurs clicking against the floor as she sauntered down the aisle. A coiled lasso was attached to her hip, and sitting atop her head was a black cowboy hat with a curved brim.
Having returned to her side was the grappler’s infamous mock ‘branding iron’, the ‘Wild West’-inspired ink gun she’d used to ‘assign’ several wrestlers to her ‘BJ’ ranch throughout her career, most notably Portia VanBuren not long after the cowgirl’s entry into the organization.
Riding a slew of recent victories, she sneered at the fans on either side of the aisle, confident in her growing position within the division. She ignored the jeers and catcalls from the crowd, the Pale Rider striding directly toward the squared circle without hesitation. The redhead looked as though she’s headed down Main Street of old Tombstone at high noon, keeping out of the reach of those extending for a handshake or high-five, the rabble not worthy of her time.
On the way, the Announcer took his chance as Beth’s music faded.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and is for the FAWN Lightweight Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger! Hailing from Tombstone, Arizona, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty pounds… BAREBACK BETH JENKINS!”
As she reached the ring, the redhead continued past the steps to the Announcer’s table and gave him a disapproving shake of her head.
“When I’m champ. I want to hear more feeling.”
The man nodded obediently.
Beth turned in her spurs, lasso and ten-gallon for a microphone. Jenkins raised the stick to her rosy lips as she walked back to the steps, strode up, and slipped through the ropes, twirling the ‘branding iron’ in her opposite fingers.
“About time I had a chance,” Beth said, casting her eyes upon the crowd. They didn’t seem to agree.
“And about time I put my mark not only on this division but on some of its residents. I’m going to teach tonight’s boisterous blonde filly, there’s a place for her in my herd.”
The mob booed lustily as Bareback raised the ‘branding iron’ high then planted it into the canvas to leave her mark, black ink injected into the mat before the freckled cowgirl pulls the ‘iron’ off, moved to her corner, and placed it carefully just outside.
Jenkins handed over the microphone to a FAWN flunky, the ginger cowgirl dropping into an expectant crouch, waiting for the arrival of the champ.
Beth had only begun to jaw with the idiots in the first row when the Announcer picked up where he’d left off. “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 the FAWN Light Heavyweight Champion… MACY RENQUIST!”
MACY RENQUIST:
A goodly portion of the Mayhem throng turned their attention from bad mouthing the challenger to welcoming the champion, those slap happy FAWNatics rising in time to the opening bars of Cage the Elephant’s ‘Mess Around’. Macy arrived hot on the heels of her anthem, the svelte stunner brushing through the curtain with both hands stuffed into the pockets of her pink & white varsity jacket which was zipped all the way up despite the warmth of this late spring evening. Bopping along to the beat of whatever tune poured from her oversized red headphones, Renquist grinned out at the fans, then reached up with one hand, caught the zipper between thumb and forefinger and drew it down to reveal the shiny gold belt snugged ‘round her trim waist. Allowing herself the opportunity to buff the faceplate with her forearm, the Beach Blaster headed down the ramp toward her confrontation with the Redheaded Sun Devil, though the looming battle didn’t stop her from occasionally angling to either side of the aisle to press palms with anyone brave enough to test those hands.
Quick to ascend the stairs once she traversed the aisle, Macy strode onto the apron and dipped through the ropes. She claimed the center of the ring in short order and strengthened her 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, Beth included, could admire the view. Smiling when she locked eyes with the Rodeo Queen, Renquist didn’t so much as twitch until Craig Long hurried over to accept the Lightweight Title.
“Should’ve kissed it goodbye, sugar.” Beth warned. “Only thing you’re taking home tonight is my brand on that sad little ass of yours.”
“Correction, cowgirl.” Macy smirked. “I’m taking MY title and YOUR sense of taste, just as soon as I slap it out of your mouth.” Prophecy set, the blonde backed into her corner to await the ref’s final inspection / instructions.
Macy noted the CLANG of the bell but didn’t leave her corner immediately, choosing instead to see if Jenkins would try to stampede across the squared circle to trap her against the buckles. The redhead did not, though it was impossible to ignore the malicious glint in her eyes as she strutted toward the center of the ring. “C’mon out here, sugar.” Beth cooed to the champion. “It’s high time I branded your bubbly blonde ass.”
Renquist snorted in amusement, though she did make her way toward the swaggering challenger. “That so, honey? And how are you gonna do it? With that tacky ass tattoo gun?” Macy stopped a couple yards shy of Jenkins and raised her right hand for the benefit of the capacity crowd. “This is the only iron I need…” she lifted her left hand and offered Beth a teasing little wave. “…and I happened to bring two.”
Beth rolled her eyes, started to offer a reply, then cut if off with an abrupt lunge to sweep the blonde into a rough Collar & Elbow Lock-Up! The clench stayed ‘clean’ for all of a heartbeat or two before Beth stuffed a hand under Macy’s chin and plunged her other hand into the Floridian’s long blonde locks. The Slappin’ Sensation answered with an identical hair-pull, but instead of the chin push she flattened her other hand into a paddle and peppered the challenger’s cheeks with half a dozen stinging slaps!
“Bytch.” Beth curled her pushin’ hand into a claw and dragged her nails across Renquist’s nose and mouth. “You think I need the branding iron to leave my mark on MMRRRHH!”
Macy caught Jenkins’ cheeks between thumb, index and forefinger and smooshed them together in a derisive fish-face. “No, you don’t need a branding iron, princess. All you need is the right shade of lipstiOOFFFHH!”
Jenkins turned into the champ and brought her right thigh up into the blonde’s taut tummy not once, not twice, but three times. These didn’t break the increasingly rough clinch, however it gave Beth more than enough control to march the smaller wrestler back into the nearest empty corner. Bearing down on hair-hold and Chinlock to put even more strain on the champion’s neck, Jenkins snuggled in close, just forcing Macy to carry every bit of her weight while she cooed, “Got a big ol’ mouth on ya for being a scrawny little calf. It’s gonna be a real pleasure adding you to my herd of losers. AND adding that pretty gold buckle to my collectNNNNGGGHH!”
The Beach Blaster abandoned her own hair pull to rear back and CLAP a hard slap against her opponent’s ear! Jenkins groaned, stumbled slightly and that was all Renquist needed to reverse their positions, the svelte little blonde looking like she was trying to walk right through Bareback even though the Arizonan had nowhere to go. She’d just treated herself to a double handful of Beth’s coppery mane when Craig Long hurried over and said, “Let’s get it out of the corner, ladies. There’s a whole ring to wrestle in!”
Macy flashed him a winning smile but made no effort to leave the corner. Instead she hopped onto the second rope and just STUFFED her washboard midsection into Beth’s surprised face! Letting go of Jenkins’ hair when the challenger started slapping and scraping at her flanks, Renquist put both hands in her own hair and gave it a saucy little tousle while the crowd cheered and the ref started to count. Macy hopped down at ‘FOUR!’ and backed toward the middle of the ring, both hands held at chest level to beckon her foe forward. “You want my title? Come and get it, horse-face.” she teased.
Fuming after the rough tummy treatment, Beth wiped a hand across her mouth and sneered, “Gonna take a lot more than your title, slut. I’m walking outta here with your pride in my hip pocket… and your briefs held high.”
Macy’s eyes narrowed at the old school FAWN threat. “Think you can? Prove it, bytch.”
Beth obliged her without hesitation, the Baddest Bytch on Boot Hill stomping out for-- “OOOFFFFHH!” The champ surged in to meet the Cowgirl’s charge, unfortunately Jenkins led with a Toe Kick that doubled the blonde over in a single stroke!
“You doubtin’ my intent, blondie?” Beth raaaaaaaaaaaked her hands up Renquist’s exposed back to straighten her up, then put her right back where she started with a quick Kneelift to the belly. “Lemme show you what I do to doubters on Boot Hill.” Macy wasn’t really interested in the answer, not that her wishes had the slightest bearing on Jenkins filling her hands with the blonde’s hair. Shifting herself ever so slightly to the champ’s right, she tugged Renquist’s head down, then whipped her back so hard Macy lost flew off her feet and bounced the back of her head off the deck with an eye-watering THWONK!
HAIR-PULL MAT SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yseAbAiHk1g
Macy shot to a seat on impact, both arms strapped tight around the base of her aching skull. “Hey, keep your hands out of her hair, Beth!” Craig barked. “You know better!”
“Keep your hands out of your pants, Craig!” Beth mocked. “You know better!”
Dismissing the zebra with a middle finger, Jenkins plunged her hands into Renquist’s tresses for the second time in perhaps a minute, then dropped to her knees beside the Floridian and thum-thum-thum-THUMPED that aching noggin against the canvas almost a dozen times! Could’ve been a full dozen if that blathering nerd Craig Long hadn’t scurried up beside his charges and started to count, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
The Redheaded Sun Devil raised her hands with a flourish and made a point to keep her eyes on the referee as she plucked a few strands of blonde hair from her palms. “What’s wrong sugar, head hurt?” Jenkins landed a gaudy, possessive swat to Macy’s buns almost as soon as the Beach Blaster rolled to all fours. “Don’t worry, I bet I can make it better.”
Beth grabbed Renquist by the scruff of the neck, yanked her to verticality and quickly wrapped her left arm around the champ’s temples for a rough Side Headlock. Hands locked tight, Jenkins went up on tiptoe before she hunched over and ultimately repeated the process two or three times, the redhead just grrrrrrrrrrrrrinding Macy’s head in the brawny triangle of her chest, bicep and forearm. Grinding her teeth to stifle louder groans, Renquist managed to land several loud slaps to Jenkins’ midsection despite the awkward position. This earned several cheers from her fans, however it also earned a snarl from Beth, who put an end to the resistance by abruptly slinging Macy over her thigh to dump the Slappin’ Sensation to the mat with a Headlock Takedown!
Perched high and tight across the blonde’s chest, Jenkins continued to work the Headlock, indeed she made it even worse by planting her feet and shooting into a high bridge that much more pressure on her prey’s skull. “Stop slappin’ me and get after that mat, darlin’!” Beth taunted. “Unless you want me to squeeze your know-nothin’ brains outta your pretty little earSSOOOOWWW!”
Macy shot her left hand into the air and brought it down just as fast, that percussive palm meeting Beth’s belly with a resounding CRAAACK! The Bridge collapsed but the Headlock did not, even after Jenkins halved it to pull and tear at Renquist’s hair! “C’mon darlin, you wanna play rough?” she said between eye-watering tugs. “Let’s play roughEERRRGGGHHH!” The Baddest Bytch on Boot Hill had leaned back quite a bit to get the most torque on her Headlock and she paid for it now when Renquist brought her legs up and ‘smecked’ them around the redhead’s throat.
Escaping the Headlock at the cost of a small hank of hair, Macy sat up, crossed her ankles and squeeeeeeeeeeezed the Headscissors until Beth was beating her heels against the mat. “Play rough, huh?” Renquist huffed after a few deep breaths. “Yeah, we can do that, baby.” One hand was braced on the canvas like a kickstand, but the other was free so Macy reached over and slap-slap-SLAPPED the challenger’s midriff half a dozen times to make sure she was properly warmed up heading into the retaliatory hair pull. “How’s that, huh?” Renquist asked as she tried to yank Beth’s hair out by the roots. “That ROUGH enough for ya, Bareback?”
Jenkins grunted between squeaks of pain, the next smack echoing against her pale midriff, reddening her tummy. But even more debilitating was the crushing power of the blonde’s stems. Proving her bona fides as Lightweight champ, Renquist bore down on the former Rodeo Queen, interspersing her slaps with squeezes from her thighs for a good dozen seconds, Beth unable to pry or batter her way loose managed to rotate her body enough to drape an ankle over a bottom rope.
“Off. Get her off!” Beth pleaded with Long.
Macy’s tardy to react and only seemed to hear Craig’s demands when he reached ‘FOUR’.
“So it looks like Bareback is getting broken tonight,” Macy taunted as she rose and was directed back a step by Long, the ref holding the champ while Beth, instead of using the cables to pull her way up, used them instead to drag her way out, sliding to the floor and taking a break to regain her bearings.
Renquist pushed Long aside and hovered over the flustered Jenkins, her chance to get back in FAWN’s spotlight as it’s sub-125 star seemingly fleeting for the owner of the ‘BJ’ ranch. Beth raised a bird over her shoulder as she stalled in response to the chirping Macy. The challenger strode down the length of the ring to gain some space. As the count grew, the champ grew impatient. She slipped through the ropes and with a right-handed paddle prepared for a Diving Bytch Slap, she soared off the apron.
But Beth’s been playing possum, catching the flash of the approaching blonde out of the corner of her baby blues. She spun into a Super Kick, nearly removing Macy’s head from her shoulders with a crashing impact to the blonde’s chin! Renquist’s head whiplashed from the force and she ended on her back in a daze, staring blankly at the rafters. Jenkins moved to the nearby Timekeeper’s table and collected her ‘branding iron’ ink-gun, brandishing it with a smile as she turned.
“You need to learn your place,” Bareback shouted for the front rows, ready to add to her herd.
But Craig Long, having given up his count from inside the ring, intervened from the outside. He snatched the iron from a startled Beth and tossed it away, Jenkins in disbelief.
“You want to have my mark too?” she threatened.
She moved toward Craig before a rising Macy caught her attention. Beth spun on the heels of her cowboy boots and charged at the blonde with Lariat drawn. She swung the extended right arm, but Renquist dipped under. Both women whirled to the other and the champ’s a little quicker on the draw, rapping an open hand that removed the taste from Beth’s mouth, Bareback’s head ripped to the side from the force of Macy’s perfectly legal blow.
Hearing Craig’s count growing behind her, Macy collected Jenkins and bum rushed her to the ring’s edge, tossing the redhead in the squared circle.
“Back to our regularly scheduled ass-whipping,” she said to the ecstatic crowd, Macy’s popularity growing with each ne’er do well she’d beaten for the title.
Hopping to the apron, Renquist slid between the top and middle ropes, only for a diving Beth to swing an Uppercut into the middle cable, sending the rubber-coated steel THUMPING into Macy’s crotch. Jaw dropping wide, the champ’s frozen and things went from bad to worse when a risen Jenkins snatched the strand and bounced it up and down, driving a watery-eyed Macy to tiptoes until Long stopped Bareback at ‘FOUR’.
Beth stepped away with hands raised in innocence, proving more than Presidents could be blameless despite all evidence to the contrary. To add injury to injury, she gave the middle rope a final punt, again sending the rope between the lower limbs of the petrified Lightweight titleholder. A groaning Macy flopped into the ring, unable to enter any more gracefully with the throbbing pain from her crushed kitty.
Jenkins chuckled at the sight as the aghast FAWNatics let her hear about the underhanded tactics.
“Yeah. Shut your mouths!” Beth shouted at the crowd. “The woman’s made a lot out of slapping people. No lie. But you’re about to see a REAL wrestler now.”
Beth moved to the rising Renquist who sent a blind Bytch Slap toward Bareback’s freckled cheek. But Jenkins snatched it out of the air before it could hit home. She used the wrist to spin into a Chickenwing grip and ran Macy forward, SANDWICHING Renquist into the corner chest-first, doubling the impact with her weight behind the blonde’s arrival. Dipping, the redhead slipped her noggin between the unsteady stems of the champ, Beth’s arms wrapping around Renquist’s lower limbs. She lifted the smaller Macy onto her shoulders in an Electric Chair position, Macy’s eyes widening as she windmilled her arms to keep balanced atop the cowgirl’s shoulders.
As Beth took a few steps back, it turned out not such a great idea as Bareback laid out, falling forward and sending Macy’s face careening into the middle buckle from on high. The Slappin’ Sensation’s head snapped back from the collision, the champ flopping to a seat in front of the buckles, leaning back limply, her legs extended, head lolling atop her neck.
Bareback did a set of five pushups from her landing spot then hopped to her feet, dusting off her hands. She trotted to the opposite corner and spun into a sprint, bearing down on the seated champ who remained out to lunch as Beth leapt from several feet out, legs leading the way.
Bareback’s backside THUMPED into Macy’s chest and, when Beth grabbed the ropes on either side, she showed off her professional background before turning menace in FAWN rings, busting the blonde bronco relentlessly. She thumped her pelvis into Macy’s chin while her undercarriage blasts the pert chest of the lightweight leader until there’s nothing but slack in the battered frame of the blonde.
A mesmerized Long, having never started his count until the crowd reached the count of ‘TEN’, earned a more approving look from the former Rodeo Queen.
“Maybe you’re not as dumb as you look.” Beth said with a twinkle in her azure pools. “Perhaps I can lead you to water AND make you drink.”
Instead of plucking the dilapidated Macy out of the corner with both hands, the grinning cowgirl sank her fingers into Macy’s facial features in a clenching ring of digits, driving in a classic Iron Claw to her foe’s face to draw the reeling champ to her feet.
“You’re not the only one who knows how to use her hands, bytch,” Beth growled as she pressed the back of Macy’s head into the top buckle to increase the pressure, sucking the senses from Macy through her pressing fingerprints.
Thankfully for Macy’s SlapHappys in the crowd, Craig’s quicker on the draw with his count this time and Beth was forced to pull free, leaving five pink indentations in Macy’s otherwise flawless, shiny visage.
Beth turned to the jeering multitude.
“It’s old school against no class, people!” she roared. “What did you think was going to happen?”
Beth nudged Craig to the side and collected Macy when Renquist shrieked to life. Grabbing the redhead by her ears, Macy whipped her foe into the buckles to take her place, then unleashed a torrent of slapping right-left combos overwhelming Jenkins, Beth vainly trying to cover up under the onslaught.
Bareback’s defenses were sturdy enough to protect her face and chest with no issue, problem was, Macy simply shifted her focus down and in, the blonde battler buggywhipping a barrage of Slaps into her challenger’s biceps, flanks, hips and tummy.
“OFF!” Jenkins roared around the defense of her guard. “GET HER OFFA ERRRRGGGGHHH!”
Renquist pivoted into the redhead to drive the point of her right hip into the other woman’s midsection. Beth’s guard sagged, then came down entirely when the Beach Blaster wedged the ridge of her right forearm against Jenkins’ jaw and draaaaaaaaaaaaagged it back and forth! “No class, huh?” Macy snarled at her foe as she continued to grind away with the bony bludgeon. “So I guess it’s the classy bytches who blubber for the ref these days?”
Beth didn’t get a chance to answer because Craig hurried over and swatted the blonde on the shoulder. “Ok Macy, let’s get it out of the corner! I don’t want to have to tell you again!”
Renquist casually slid her forearm up to the underside of Beth’s nose and leaned in hard enough to make the Arizonan squeal in distress. “Will you at least count me, Craig?”
More than happy to oblige, the ref raised a hand and counted, “ONE…” Macy broke away, spun around and threw herself into a forward roll that took the champ into the middle of the squared circle. Rounding on Beth the instant she was up, Renquist charged, leapt and landed with both feet planted firmly on Jenkins’ thighs. Lacing her hands behind Beth’s head to steady her perch, Macy dropped into a crouch and neatly laid out on her back while simultaneously pistoning her legs out straight, all the better to THWHUMP Jenkins flat against the deck with a beautiful Monkey Flip!
MONKEY FLIP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kIxIFpn_uCo
Bareback landed hard but rolled to all fours at once, Beth making it to her knees moments before Macy closed in and grabbed a double handful of ha--”WHOAOOFFFHHH!”
Jenkins cinched her arms around the blonde’s lower legs and pulled them out from underneath to send Renquist into her own rough landing. “You wanna slap me, sugar?” Beth growled as she scrambled into a mount atop the Floridian’s waist. “You just slap all you want! Me? I’m gonna pound your damned face in!”
Lest Renquist think she was kidding, Jenkins plunged her left hand into Macy’s hair and yanked her head off the mat just to PWAK a booming overhead right between the champion’s eyes! Now it was Macy’s turn to cover up against some heavy shelling, her efforts netting mixed results due to the overwhelming volume of punches Beth smashed against her blonde’s pate. “My fists are heavier than your slaps, bytch!” Jenkins barked over the jeering crowd. “Ain’t that right? Huh? I can’t hear you, sugar!”
Macy offered nothing but pained grunts, Craig however, had this to say. “Knock off those closed fists, Beth! I won’t tell you ag--”
“GET YOUR DAMNED FINGER OUTTA MY FACE!” The Baddest Bytch on Boot Hill rose up from her glassy-eyed prey to storm after the retreating referee. “I mean it, little man! Mouth off to me one more time and I’ll brand you right after I’m finished with that gawky little brat!”
Mention of the Slappin’ Sensation (who’d forced her way to all fours in Jenkins’ absence) refocused the challenger’s attention and she wasted no time in closing on the recovering blonde. “Gimme that shyt.” Beth demanded as she laid claim to Renquist’s left wrist. Using the tether to tug Macy to one knee, then to full verticality, Bareback spun the limb through a quick Arm Wringer, then slipped in on Renquist’s left side and threaded the blonde’s captured arm across the back of her right thigh half a heartbeat before she hooked that leg over Macy’s left thigh to neatly trap that arm between their twined stems. In the same instant she leaned across the Slappin’ Sensation’s back, hooked her left arm beneath Renquist’s right bicep and CRAAAAAAAAANKED that limb put agonizing pressure on the smaller woman’s entire core.
ARM TRAP ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBpNBVwCWSs
“EEEEEEERRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH!” Macy’s pretty features crimped with pain, the champ clearly suffering the brunt of Beth’s wra--“NGH! NGH! NGH! NNNHHHHHHH AAAAAAHHHHHHH!” Not content with the torments of a ‘mere’ Abdominal Stretch, Jenkins flattened her right hand into a paddle raised it overhead to flip off the crowd, then brought it SLAPPING down onto exposed midsection once, twice, three times! On the heels of the third slap she shifted from paddle to talon and dragged her nails from navel to hip for another set of three or four before grabbing a huge fistful of Renquist’s damp locks.
“What’s wrong, sugar? Don’t like a taste of your own medicine? What was that? I can’t hear you!” Bareback didn’t just pull her rival’s hair, she jounced Macy’s head up and down like she meant to give the wailing warrior whiplash!
“AAAAWWWW GAAAAAHHHD, SCREW YOOOOHHHHHHWWW!” Macy’s rebuttal gave way to another wail of pain as Jenkins gave up on the hair-hold to return to the Belly Claw, the challenger making a special point to gouge her index finger into the Beach Blaster’s navel.
“Panning for Lightweight Gold, sugar.” cooed the Baddest Bytch on Boot Hill. “I know there’s a mother lode around here, just like I know it runs right through your soft little tummy!”
She squeezed even harder, earning a sob from Renquist a concerned query from Craig. “What do you say, Macy? Need me to call for the bell?”
“Nuuuhhhh…NO! NO I DON’TAAAAAWWWWWWWW F*CK!”
Jenkins sent her sadistic shovel south in search of another vein of submission deep in the blonde’s trunks. “Beg for the branding iron, sugar.” she hissed. “Tell all these sheep how great it feels to be a prized member of my herEEERRRGGHHH!”
The Redheaded Sun Devil had shifted ever so slightly to get a better grip on Renquist’s center, which in turn allowed the embattled champion to slip her left hand free of the gammy vise that’d occupied it for the last thirty seconds. Rather than attack the Claw as a whole, Macy grabbed hold of Jenkins’ thumb and pulled backward with every intention of touching it to Bareback’s forearm!
Abandoning the Abdominal Stretch to regain control over her hand, Beth sent Macy stumbling toward the ropes with a rough shove. Renquist crumpled to one knee before she reached the edge of the ring, a remarkably vulnerable position, as evidenced by the sneering smirk on Beth’s face. “C’mon sugar, come back and get yourself some more.” The Arizonan was rolling her left arm in slow, ominous circles that almost surely meant a Lariat in the Beach Blaster’s future.
Eventually Macy did rise, her back still to the lurking challenger. “That’s right, turn your ass around and come get this lasso!” Renquist swung around and so did Beth, in a snug little circle that gave her a whole lotta extra ‘oomph’ when she exploded forward with her left arm exten--CRAAACK!
Macy paintbrushed the redhead’s cheek with a stinging Bytch Slap that had the rampaging Rodeo Queen stepping in fencepost holes! Renquist didn’t look too steady herself after all that time in the Stretch, but she possessed the wherewithal to reel Jenkins into a Front Facelock before she could stagger out of reach. Hooking Bareback for a Suplex in the span between heartbeats, Macy dipped her knees and lifted Jenkins to approximately three o’clock, then simply released her hooks and took a big step back, leaving Beth to THWHAM down on her face, chest and belly!
GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yDAN8aClE9o
The Slappin’ Sensation settled into a crouch to observe Bareback’s reaction and she was delighted when Jenkins bounced onto her knees. Macy whipped around, throwing herself into the ropes as those assembled urged her to do the same. Soon as she was clear of the strands she took to the skies in a low-flying leap that culminated with her shins meeting Beth’s shoulders with enough force to THUNK the challenger flat on the back of her head.
BASEMENT METEORA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xG209Tw6cPA
Seated astride Beth’s chest in the wake of the Meteora, Renquist settled in and pressed both palms to the Arizonan’s fluttering tummy to keep her down through the…
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Jenkins bucked like one of the broncs she rode as a youngster. It’s not nearly as powerful but it’s enough to send the champ lurching forward and off. The redhead pushed to a seat but her busted gourd kept her from rising further, Bareback trying to regain her bearings before pushing up the rest of the way.
Macy didn’t wait. Approaching from Beth’s six, she gave a more playful slap to the back of the challenger’s braincase then used both hands to pull Jenkins to her feet. She bullied the reeling Beth toward a corner, Macy turning her back from the buckles a few feet out. Pulling Jenkins into a tight Front Facelock, Renquist rattles Beth’s cranium to scramble her gray matter then grabbed some spandex on Jenkins’ hip.
TURNBUCKLE SNAP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YJfpbIWXWTs
Judging her location, she RIPPED Beth off the canvas with a Snap Suplex BANGING Bareback’s back into middle buckle with a flip into the thinly padded steel. Jenkins collapsed to her shoulders, stacked heels over head, legs draping over ropes on either side. The Sensation scraped the wreckage to unsteady feet, then scooped the ginger cowgirl like a babe in her arms only to stuff her into the corner, laying her foe’s head and neck over the middle rope on one side, her calves over the other. Placed as if on an altar to all that was open-handed, Macy played her version of the Bittersweet Symphony. The crowd likes the echoing tune of her Pink Belly much more than Lisa’s pompous piece. She rapped away with SMACK after SMACK on Jenkins’ abdomen, leaving her own type of brand before using the top ropes to elevate then THUMP her knees down into the blasted midriff, planting Beth into the canvas to a semi-sympathetic groan from the crowd.
Snatching Beth’s left wrist and ankle, Macy tugged the ragdolled grappler out from the safety of the ropes and dove atop her in a Lateral Press, hooking the near leg to defend her championship with the…
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…again the stubborn Bytch from Boot Hill threw up a shoulder as Long’s arm started on its final path to the mat. Renquist’s pushed to her haunches and looked down at Beth with a certain respect before drumming Beth’s tummy rosy with another set of slap happiness, Jenkins mewling as she tried to crunch and cover, the stinging perhaps turning to searing after all the abuse.
With Beth properly punished for breaking free, Macy rose at Jenkins’ legs and lifted them at the ankles. The blonde stepped through Bareback’s stems folding them around her posted leg in a familiar four before dropping to her backside and locking the legs in place. The freckled fighter reacts instantly, her attention turning from her tummy to the tortured stems as the lightweight champion leeeaned back to increase the pressure. Beth flailed in agony, hands sinking into her auburn locks, pulling at them to spread the pain.
“Say it,” Macy demanded. “And you can go back to your ranch with the rest of the animals.”
Long asks if the challenger wants to give in, but she shook her head frantically, placing her palms on the canvas and trying to ‘walk’ her way to the ropes behind her in anguish-inducing stages. Finally, Jenkins was able to reach back and wrap a hand around the bottom rope. She squealed for a break and it’s four seconds in coming. The Sensation unlocked her stems and hopped to her feet, shaking out her gams and watching intently as a grimacing Beth used the strands to pull her way up. Jenkins limped along the cables, trying to work the ache out of her lower limbs while the welts on her midriff continued to emerge from the earlier mistreatment.
Beth wandered to a corner and the champ couldn’t pass up the opportunity to race toward her foe, leaping and delivering a running Hip Attack, splashing the reeling redhead deep into the buckles. Macy bounded out and sprinted to the opposite corner before a U-turn sent her acrobatically tumbling across the canvas. Macy pulled up just short and delivers a face-turning Bytch Slap to Beth, the challenger’s head on a serious swivel.
HANDSPRING TO SLAP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Akbax4vTHIQ
Macy shoves the blasted Beth past her, Jenkins staggering to a stop mid-ring, remaining upright if not completely aware of her location. As she tried to regain her whereabouts, Renquist climbed to the top buckle and turned for her target. Zeroing in on a spinning Beth, Macy launched, boots soles leading the way for a missile strike from the penthouse. But before her jaw gets jacked, Jenkins pivoted and swiped the blonde past, Macy crashing and burning as she hit the deck in a ring-rattling collision.
Several feet distant, an aching Beth ignored her battle wounds and waited for Renquist to push to her feet. The ascension came slowly in front of the stalking cowgirl and Beth timed a pirouette perfectly, spinning into a Discus Clothesline that nearly removed Macy’s head from her shoulders, Renquist rocketing to the deck from the force of the blow.
DISCUS CLOTHESLINE @ 00:07
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFe0xFSaMPM
Ending on her knees, the freckled fighter pushes to verticality and stepped to the downed champion, brutally scraping her range boots across the flawless face of the titleholder, rubbing in her resurgence. After the treatment, Macy’s main slappin’ hand rose to her face in protection. Defiantly, she struggled to her knees in front of the hovering Beth. Jenkins collects the Sensation’s head in a Front Facelock and PLANTED the blonde’s skull into the canvas with a DDT, Macy’s body absently flopping to her back and inviting Beth’s grab for the gilded belt.
KNEELING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Mhnw-GhYKQ
She dropped perpendicular across Renquist’s chest, hands wrapping around the champ’s wrist on one side, her legs scissoring the opposite arm, raising her pinning game for the…
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THRNOOOO!
Macy’s able to roll Beth off and over her head while somersaulting up to her knees. With Bareback now squirming in her arms, Macy tried to power up with Beth in her control, but the mass of Jenkins and weight of the fight already endured was too much. She fell to her back halfway up, again in a pinning predicament that lasted through…
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Macy kicked free, rolling Beth off again but separating, the redhead ending on hands and knees, staring angrily at the stubborn resolve of the champ. The challenger pushed wearily to her feet and leaned into the ropes behind her as again Macy struggles upward.
With the blonde vertical but on unsteady legs, Jenkins floated into action from behind, wrapping an arm around the champ’s throat in a backhand sweep that drew Renquist into a Dragon Sleeper arrangement. It’s only momentary, as the Arizona cowgirl dropped to a knee, planting it in between the blonde’s shoulderblades with a Rear Chancery Backbreaker.
REAR CHANCERY BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQ34nODvIu0
Beth let Macy flop to the canvas, arching in pain, while she moved to the ropes and let the FAWNatics know what life would be like with a REAL Lightweight Champion.
“Start lining up now, losers!” she barked at everyone within the sound of her voice. “Once I put the branding iron to this bytch,” she jerked a thumb at Macy, “I’m gonna leave my mark on each and every one of you bawling cows! Oh what, you don’t like it? Too damn bad, you’re all gonna be part of my Golden Herd!”
Cheers at her back returned the redhead’s attention to the ring, where she discovered the soon to be ex-Lightweight Champion clambering to her knees. “Still not broken, huh?” the Arizonan cut to the ropes at Renquist’s left on a sharp diagonal. “I can fix that.”
Throwing herself into the strands from only a few feet away, Jenkins bounced out and ran down the blonde in a few long strides just to THWHACK her right boot against the side of Macy’s skull! Renquist pinwheeled to the deck in an ugly sprawl, landing on hip and shoulder in an awkward sprawl. Above and beside, Bareback made a show of swishing some invisible dust off her boot before she dropped to her knees and shoved Macy onto her back. Jenkins collected both legs behind the knee and pointed Renquist’s rump toward the lights while Craig and the crowd reeled off…
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THRNOOOO!
BOOT HILL DRIVE BY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WwTrYV44jKw
The Beach Blaster kicked out with half a second to spare, the power of her escape just enough to flop Macy onto her stomach. “What’s the matter with you?!” Jenkins scrambled to verticality and stomped her way to Craig, who threw himself into full reverse at the sight of her approach. “Don’t you know it’s cruel to let ‘em suffer when they’re helpless? How’s she gonna be any use to the herd if I ruin her tonight?”
“I’m not doing anything except making a count, Beth.” the official replied with as much composure as he could muster. “If you want the three you’ll have to--”
The Redheaded Sun Devil shut him up with a middle finger held a whisper from the tip of his nose. With the sniveling law dog put in his place, Beth stalked over to Renquist and filled her hands with blonde ponytail, all the better to haul her upri--CRAAACK!
Macy flicked her right hand across the challenger’s cheek, snapping her head backward with the force of the blow! The shot staggered Jenkins a few steps but it didn’t break the grip on Renquist’s hair, meaning she was forced to stumble along after the challe---CRAAACK!
The Slappin’ Sensation went down on one knee and laid her anger across Jenkins’ burning belly with a sweeping two-handed stroke that had Beth clearing off in gut-shot anguish!
The cowgirl’s retreat had removed her from the threat of more Slaps, so Renquist struggled to her feet and ran the ropes at her back. Any hitches in Macy’s giddyup seemed to melt away during her return trip, which was as fast and dangerous as any stampede, presuming of course it was a stampede that led with a whistling Bytch Slap trained on the challenger’s NO! Jenkins dipped her head at the last possible instant and hooked her right arm across the champion’s chest to freeze her progress on the spot. Straightening up in the space between heartbeats, the Baddest Bytch on Boot Hill brought her free hand up and clasped it with the other, creating a lasso around the blonde’s head and right arm. Just like that she dropped to her butt and jerked Macy along for the ride, a short extremely jarring descent that culminated with the champ’s jaw THWHUNKING off her opponent’s right shoulder!
BAREBACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6tD55xV-s0U
Snapped onto tiptoe by the whiplash of the Barebackbreaker, Renquist gave no thought to defending against the Toe Kick Beth plowed into her stomach or the Standing Headscissors that followed immediately thereafter. Taunting the crowd with a wolfish grin as she collected the blonde’s arms in a snug Double Underhook, Jenkins flipped Macy up ‘n over, wrapped both arms around her upper thighs and dropped to a seat to THAWHAM her prey into the deck courtesy a thunderous Tiger Driver! Long saw Renquist’s shoulders pressed flat and made a flying dive to get alongside his charges to count the…
TIGER DRIVER @ 00:25
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2P9A8VBHL3o
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
Macy brought her legs together, boxing Jenkins’ ears just enough to disrupt the count and the transfer of lightweight gold. “BYTCH!” Beth smashed an infuriated slap against the canvas. “YOU’RE FINISHED, YOU HEAR ME? YOU’RE DONE!” Macy only groaned, so the Arizonan caught hold the that flaxen ponytail once again and scraped her off the deck. “No slippin’ out now, sugar.” Jenkins seemed to regain control of herself once she’d trapped Renquist’s chin in the crook of her crook of her right armpit. “No thrilling escape, no last second rescue, just a sad, lonely burial on Boot Hill.”
Bareback grabbed hold of Macy’s trunks just above her right hip, then dipped her knees and “NGH!” The Beach Blaster didn’t much care for the idea of premature burial, as evidenced by the way she locked her hands across the back of the challenger’s head and pulled her in close enough to drive a desperate Kneelift into Jenkins forehead! Beth growled, yoked up on the Inverted Facelock and grunted, “Too late, sugar. Your ass is NGH!” NGH! NGH!”
Macy hit her with three more awkward looking Kneelifts before “EEERRRGHH!”
Jenkins countered with a knee of her own delivered to the small of the Floridian’s back. “Not enough, sugar.” she cooed. “Welcome to the herd!”
Hooks cinched deep, Beth leaned down and muscled Renquist into the sky, the blonde’s lithe frame swinging all the way to one o’clock and then rolled back to midnight and eleven, Macy sliding free of Beth’s grip to land behind the surprised redhead! Jenkins cursed, then wailed in shock when Renquist smacked both hands against the challenger’s ears with a resounding PWAAAK! Bareback’s hands shot to her ringing noggin but they weren’t able to offer any comfort because Macy slipped her arms around the Arizonan’s biceps and wrenched them behind her back with a tight Double Chickenwing!
“NOOOOUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Beth’s shout of protest became an insensate groan when Macy popped her hips and snapped the redhead down onto the back of her head and shoulders with a vicious Tiger Suplex!
Craig swooped in to make the count though he needn’t have rushed because Macy released the Chickenwing and put her hands against Jenkins’ lower back, all the better to tumble her onto her stomach. As for the champ, she rolled though as well, Macy finishing up on one knee by the redhead’s boots. From there she laid claim to Beth’s right ankle and got to her feet, or rather she stood up just long enough to thread her left leg around the exposed limb. Then she dropped forward and down, landing in a heavy mount on the Cowgirl’s back. Far too woozy after the Suplex to offer a more spirited defense, Jenkins only muttered in disassociated distress when Macy slipped her right arm beneath Bareback’s right armpit, then looped her left arm around Jenkins’ neck and reefed back with everything she had left in the tank.
“Nnnnnnggghhhh… nooooooohhhhhhooooooooo!” Beth squirmed to life but it was a shadow of her former bucking self, the Redheaded Sun Devil caught fast in the spirit-sapping prison that was the Renquistition.
Noting the pain stamped on his charge’s features, Craig knelt before the tangled Lightweights and asked, “What do you say, Beth? Need me to call for the bell?”
“NO!” she answered in a pitiable sob. “No, I won’t ooooooohhhhhh faaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhk!” The Slappin’ Sensation wrenched the hold back and forth maybe half a dozen times before pulling up on the breath-stealing choke. “Staaaaahp….. staaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhp….” Jenkins reached out with her free hand and seemed to pet the mat, rather than tap it. Her despondent “Submit!” confirmed the official’s suspicions and seconds later the bell sounded above the din of the FAWNatics.
Breaking into a smile now that the W belonged to her, Macy leaned in close and pecked a taunting kiss against the challenger’s cheek. “Like that, cowgirl?” the blonde cooed. “That’s MY brand!”
She relinquished the hold and powered to her feet, the Beach Blaster looking more than a little unsteady until the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL the FAWN Lightweight Champion… MACY RENQUIST!”
At the victor’s feet, a grimacing Jenkins reached for her lower back, the remaining ache a calling card of her failure to wrest the title from the Sensation.
Macy seemed to consider placing a boot sole on Beth’s back for her money shot but allowed the pained mewls and the twisted features of a physically beaten and psychically bested Bareback to be gift enough for her.
Long raised the blonde’s hand high, Renquist ready to leave the freckled cowgirl in her rearview mirror when Lady Gaga arrives on the arena’s speakers instead of the champ’s accompaniment.
A confused crowd turned to the upper stage and, sure enough, the mightiest of Mites and the OG of the ferocious flyers, Dominque Daly was on a sprint to the ring.
DOMINIQUE DALY:
APPLAUSE:
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Despite the catchy beat, the Mayhem FAWNatics gave Domi precious few slaps of their palms and more the figurative back of their collective hand.
The diminutive Destroyer sported a gleaming gold leotard dusted with tiny stars in red, white and blue. Strategic rips revealed several swatches of Daly’s trim midriff, her chiseled tummy matching the perfectly-sculptured shoulders, arms and thighs. The look was completed with matching gold tape on her wrists and ankles, chalk powder on her palms and the soles of her bare feet.
Allowing the hatred to build alongside her music, Domi dove into the ring, somersaulting through a pop-up to her feet not more than five feet from Macy, the champ holding her gold tight, ready to brandish it if need be.
But Daly held up a hand, trying to reassure she had no ill intent, at least of the physical variety, even if her attire made her appear ready to use Macy as her own personal balance beam.
Daly called for a stick and caught the one tossed to her while Craig realizes this was the perfect time to make a getaway and head for the showers. The Mite booted a flattened Beth to the side, yesterday’s trash put out to the curb by the former gymnast so the blonde and brunette could go chest to chest.
“You beat a woman who wears cowboy boots to the ring,” Domi barked. “Do you feel up to facing an actual athlete? The ultimate athlete this organization has to offer?”
Macy got half a word out of her mouth when the Portland native interrupted.
“You will if you have a fraction of the guts you think you do. The rodeo clown had one thing right about you. You’re a one-trick pony, Macy. A fluke.”
“And you see where the clown’s at now?!” an increasingly perturbed Renquist responds bumping Daly back a step or two with a thrust of her torso.
“And you’ll be down in the gutter with her if you dare put your title on the line withAHHHH.”
The spandex-clad Mite rose to tiptoes, exotic features twisted in anguish. The reason was painfully obvious. From behind, Beth, on her knees, had swung a forearm up between the muscular thighs of the former gymnast. Ramming the limb into the thinly sheathed crotch of Daly. A snarling Jenkins watched with satisfaction as Domi went cross-eyed, her knees knocking as she struggled to remain upright.
Macy shook her head as she hefted her Lightweight title belt over a shoulder.
“I’ll leave you two cuties to talk over old times,” Renquist informed Jenkins. “When the pain in her kitty subsides enough to let her ears work, tell her she’s on!”
Furious, Bareback lowered her right arm and DESTROYED Domi with another uppercut. This one’s too much for the ponytailed brunette to remain standing. She collapsed to the canvas, melting into a fetal ball from Bareback’s abhorrent attack.
Grabbing the microphone from Daly’s loosened clutches, Beth rose and launched herself at the exiting champ, NAILING the Sensation in the back of her skull with the amplifier, the amplified THUMP blasting through the arena, a telltale sign Beth’s connected clean with the blonde’s braincase. Macy’s belt went flying and her body tumbled through the cables, Renquist puddling on the floor to the jeers of the assembled.
Still wincing, softly massaging her back, a sneering Beth kicked the belt aside and slid out of the ring. She moved to the Timekeeper and snatched her ink gun ‘Branding Iron’ from the table, the crowd buzzing instantly at Beth with her weapon of choice.
She brought the other weapon to her lips with her left hand while holding the steel tight in her right.
“It’s about time these cows learned there’s only ONE woman who deserves to be at the top of this division. The rest are just cattle.”
Beth tossed the microphone aside with a CLUNK and, with a side of the softly stirring blonde’s hip beckoning, she raised her ‘iron’ and STAMPED it into Macy’s flesh, the ink gun giving the Sensation an immediate marking, Renquist flailing to life at the painful force with which the ink gun was applied.
After a few long seconds, Bareback raised the ‘iron’ high, her demeanor flipping to jubilant as she’s added to her herd total if not her victory total. The ginger wasn’t done yet. She slid back in the ring with her ‘iron’ hot and found Dominique facedown, hands buried in her crotch beneath her, Daly trying to push up. But before Domi could make it to all fours, the ink gun came down into the exposed lower rim of her backside, Beth’s preferred right cheek.
Not sure what’s happened, the Mite squirmed and squealed from the pinpricks injecting the black ‘BJ’ into her rump. Finally, her hands came from underneath to provide cover, but Jenkins was already done, lifting the ‘iron’ high again, claiming two for the price of one despite the ‘L’ in the record books. As Daly started to rise, a grinning Bareback stomped a boot into the back of Daly’s skull, sending Daly’s face careening into the canvas, removing Dominique from her remaining senses.
Statement made and cows trademarked with her unfortunately familiar ‘BJ’, a glistening Bareback moved to the ropes, picking the Lightweight belt up on the way. She stepped through and dropped to the floor, tossing the prize on a now seated Macy who rubbed frantically at her brand.
“You bytch,” Macy seethed. “You’re dead.”
Beth chuckled.
“And you’re my property.”
The redhead picked up the rest of her gear as she sauntered away from the wreckage.
“About that match you want with the hobbit,” she shouted back at the stewing blonde. “Tell her yourself!”