Post by hawkeye on Dec 10, 2020 0:54:38 GMT
Without a word of warning the arena plunged into darkness, the buzz of the capacity crowd creating an eerie hum that was accompanied by the sound of Celtic pipes playing from the overhead speakers. That prompted the spectators to start to cheer in exultant anticipation, for they know what came next.
A single spotlight knifed through the black, at first illuminating nothing but the velvet curtain at the head of the ramp. But then the curtain pulled open, and out stepped one half of what was arguably one of FAWN’s greatest tag teams.
MAEVE KANE:
That would be Maeve Kane, the elder sister of the duo, in her trademark emerald green one-piece with matching boots. Hands on her hips, the fair-haired Irish beauty surveyed the sea of fans for several seconds before locking her eyes on the squared circle. As the daughter of the old sod started her march down the aisle, the music abruptly burst into a techno beat with a yet faintly Irish tone, all the better to herald the Goddess of Galway as she headed for battle. She took care to offer the occasional stately nod and to graze fingertips with the outstretched hands of some lucky fans.
Climbing up to the apron, Kane wordlessly gestured to referee Al Carpenter to sit upon the middle rope, holding the top strand up with his shoulder, so she could enter the ring without having to sully herself touching the cables.
Then there came a voice slicing through the cacophony of sound. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN Lightweight Title! Introducing first, the challenger. Hailing from Galway Ireland, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs one hundred and twenty five pounds, she is MAEVE KANE!”
Right arms raised, Kane took a lap around the ring to bask in the cheers, then moved to her corner, where she settled back against the buckles to await the entry of her opponent.
Carpenter had just finished a quick inspection of Maeve’s pads and boots when the Announcer resumed his duties. “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!”
MESS AROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJlFKmfZGL4
MACY RENQUIST:
The Cold November Pain throng grew loud enough to rattle the walls, their collective decibels evenly split between cheers or bellowing the ‘UH-OH’s!’ that marked the opening to Cage the Elephant’s ‘Mess Around’. Macy herself showed up a few seconds later, the svelte stunner blowing through the curtain atop the stage with both hands stuffed into the pockets of her pink & white varsity jacket that was already open to display the gold she’d been defending for the majority of this year. Having survived a brutal Ladder Match against Eve Choldstone at All Hallows Evil, the Slappin’ Sensation now looked to impose her will on another dangerous member of the Lightweight establishment. Eyes alight at the prospect of humbling Maeve in the same way she’d done to Eve, the champ took a moment to buff that golden faceplate with her forearm before she started down the ramp.
Any pressure she might’ve felt heading into this match was well camouflaged, as Renquist moved back ‘n forth across the aisle to slap all the hands extended in her direction looking like she didn’t have a worry in the world. This carefree attitude remained on full display when she hopped onto the apron and quickly dipped through the ropes. Taking her place at the center of the squared circle. Macy’s expression grew decidedly less jovial when she locked eyes with the other blonde and promptly doffed her jacket to reveal 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 Astonishing 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 those assembled got the best possible view. She ended her turn facing Maeve and held eye contact several seconds longer than was strictly necessary before handing the prize to Carpenter, who raised it one more tie before passing it off to a FAWN tech for safe keeping.
The CLANG of the bell called champion and challenger forth from their corners, the former showing her usual swagger, the latter a sort of subdued urgency that grew noticeably less so as the Lightweights closed on one another. Hands already up near her shoulders, Renquist kept one flat and the other slightly curled so she’d be ready to strike or grapple as needed. Kane’s hands were up as well, the Irishwoman’s fingers twitching in anticipation of--
Macy cra-cra-CRAAACKED a trio of hard slaps against Maeve’s left bicep, then lunged in and caught her in a Front Facelock when the veteran raised a hasty guard. Hands locked against the other blonde’s chest, Renquist yoked up on the simple hold to transform it into a near Guillotine Choke. “Got your head locked down tight, honey.” Macy chirped as she stomped in a circle, the Beach Blaster fighting hard to keep Kane from powering them to the ropes or the corners. “So, are ya gonna wrestle free or do you wanna take the easy way NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Maeve punched her attacker in the ribs half a dozen times before shifting the focus of her ire to Renquist’s lower back. “Save yer breath, Renquist.” Kane grunted over the ‘pwak’ of her fisticuffs. “Ye’ll be needin’ all of it to wail yer submissRRRGGGHH!”
Macy set her feet and yanked up on the Facelock with such strength it made the other wrestler stamp her feet in gurgling dismay. “I’ll talk all I damned well please!” Macy proclaimed to the pale, strong curve of Maeve’s back. “And you’re gonna stand there and deal with HEYWHOAAANNNGGGHH!”
Kane couldn’t just slip her head loose of the Floridian’s bicep, so she hooked her legs around Macy’s sinewy thighs and hoisted her clear of the canvas. The Lightweight Champ sought out a Bodyscissors almost immediately and was in the process of crossing her ankles for the initial squeeze when Maeve BWUUUNGED her spine-first into the turnbuckles! Prizing her head clear of Macy’s grasp when the smaller blonde’s grip went loose, Kane earned a raucous ‘OOHH!’ from the fans and set the tone of the match when she CLAPPED a stinging Bytch Slap across Renquist’s cheek!
Macy reeled against the buckles, giving Kane plenty of time to drape the Slappin’ Sensation’s arms over the top rope. The subsequent CRACK! of Knife-Edge Chop on defenseless chest was followed by a chorused WOOOOO! a simple two-part harmony that repeated probably half a dozen times before Maeve went low and hooked her arms around Macy’s right thigh. Hefting that limb off the canvas, she draped it over the second strand to ensure a much easier target for the stubby Kneelifts she jabbed into the glossy meat of her inner thigh.
“This is how Oi deal with insolence, ye little whisp of fluff.” Kane raised her right knee and pivoted into the champion, the green-clad battler grrrrrrrinding the bony joint into the side of her opponent’s knee. “First Oi’ll grind ya down, then Oi’ll take ye to the canvas and finally Oi’ll make ye scream at the top of your lunHUUFFFHH!”
Macy gouged her left knee in above the Irishwoman’s hip to ease that gnashing pressure, then grabbed a handful of hair and yanked her head back so she could respond to those first slaps with a few of her own, Renquist dolled out a good half dozen Bytch Slaps and would’ve piled on a whole lot more if the curvaceous technician hadn’t grabbed her wrists in an iron grip. “Ye need ta learn a harsh lesson about raising a hand to yer betters, Macy RenquisNNNGGGGHHH!”
The Beach Blaster couldn’t throw more slaps so she smacked a short Headbutt into the other blonde’s cheek. Maeve stumbled a bit but didn’t clear out of the corner, meaning time was still at a premium when Macy pulled her aching leg clear of the rubber-coated st--“OOOFFFFHHH!”
Kane came in low, the challenger launching off her back foot to skewer Macy’s midsection with a nauseating Shoulderblock! Butt stuffed up on the middle turnbuckle by the force of that brawny encroachment, Macy soaked up a second shot of Irish hostility before she hooked the Front Facelock and cranked down on Kane’s head with every bit of her considerable slim-thicc strength. Maeve gurgle-growled, caught hold of the middle rope on either side of the Floridian and used them to drive a few more Shoulderblocks into Renquist’s-- Macy crooked her free arm into a tire iron and brought it down on the other wrestler’s shoulders and upper back in a veritable frenzy of blows, the Slappin’ Sensation clearly willing to match Maeve shot for shot to keep the gold around her waist.
The FAWNatics were there for it too, the sold-out crowd bellowing in satisfaction as Macy and Maeve went at her rival hammer and tongs. Al Carpenter was considerably less enthused than the rest of his fellow viewers and he let his thoughts be known when he rushed into the corner in a valiant (albeit remarkably dangerous) effort to prize his charges apart. “C’mon ladies, you’re both in the corner, give me a clean break so we can restart this in the middle of the ring!”
He might as well have whispered the request into a well for all the attention they paid him. Kane increased her efforts to cut the champ in half with nothing more than her shoulder while Renquist bolstered her defensive efforts by pumping several quick Kneelifts into the Irishwoman’s chest. Diplomacy having failed him, the ref swung off to one side and barked what he guessed would be the first of many ‘FOUR!’ counts.
Macy and Maeve used every bit of it, though in the end they did release their hooks in time to avoid the disqualification. Al called for Maeve to move to the middle of the ring, a request the veteran refused to honor while Macy held her gaze with such brazen eye contact. “Back the hell up, honey.” Renquist said softly.
“Oi’d like ta see ya make me, lass.” Kane answered without hesitation.
“Would you? Ask a little louder and maybe I NNGGH!”
Kane crushed the Floridian’s tummy with a broadside Kneelift, went to snake an arm around the back of her neck for a Side Headlock and paid for the intrusion with a short Headbutt smashed against her temple! Maeve’s knees knocked together as fireworks went off behind her eyes, the Galwegian grappler only vaguely aware that Macy had once again collected her noggin in a Front Facelock. The Guillotine was enticing as ever, yet Renquist bypassed it in favor of angling Kane’s left arm away from her torso via a rough Single Underhook. Bulling her way out of the corner so she could twist around in a half circle, the Beach Blaster dropped her hips and slung the Riuil Kane most of the way to the opposite corner with an emphatic Half Hatch Suplex!
HALF HATCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZFpKVXC_LY
Maeve landed hard on her lower back and sat up, one hand pressed to the affected area while the other reached for the ropes. As for Macy, she twisted to one knee and took several deep breaths while keeping her attention trained on the challenger. Careful to regain her feet a few heartbeats ahead of the other blonde, Renquist smoothed down the battle-frayed edges of her ponytail and settled into an expectant grappler’s crouch.
Seeing this, Kane took a moment to ‘snap’ those hunter green togs tight against her glutes. “So ye came ta wrestle yer ‘eart out, that’s good. That’s very good.” Maeve noted as she rose to her full height. “Oi hope it will provide some comfort when ye tap that title away to me.”
“Ye plan to submit me from all the way over there, do ye?” Renquist taunted the other blonde with a comically exaggerated Irish accent. “ “That’s a bold choice, babe.” no accent now, just cold confidence. “Because I plan to be right up in your business when you start slapping that mat.”
Maeve rolled her shoulders, settled into a stance almost identical to the champ’s. “Ye’ll try to run before the bell sounds again, lass.” Kane hissed. “Oi promise ye will.”
“Prove it, baby.”
The challenger obliged with the quickness, crossing the squared circle on a razor-sharp diagonal to meet Renquist in a rough Collar & Elbow Lock-CRA-CRA-CRAAACK! Macy backpedaled away from Kane as she started throwing those stone-handed slaps, thus forcing her opponent to wade through no less than half a dozen scintillating shots to her shoulders, biceps and fa-NO!
Maeve intercepted the last slap and countered with a quick Palm Strike to the chin that snapped Renquist’s head backward. Kane could’ve helped herself to a clinch in that moment, instead she picked the other blonde’s right leg behind the knee and yanked it off the canvas while simultaneously sweeping the Floridian’s plant foot out from underneath.
The Single Leg Takedown was no one’s idea of a flashy offensive maneuver, yet none of the assembled FAWNatics challenged Maeve’s strategy when she forced Macy’s captured leg forward and softened up the back of her thigh with a barrage of short, mean-spirited stomps. Renquist grimaced, drew her left leg close for an answering kick, then smacked a pain fist against the canvas when Kane gripped her foot at toes and heel and treated it to a sharp twist.
“Grapplin’ barefoot is a brave choice, girlie.” the Irishwoman admitted as she applied more torque to the simple hold. “But brave doesn’t always mean smart, as ye’ll learn soon enouNGH!”
The Beach Blaster lashed out with a quick kick that smacked against the meat of her challenger’s left thigh. “Hold on if you can,” Renquist chided after she’d landed two more kicks, “just know I’m gonna bruise your thigh up real nicRRRGGHH!”
Maeve tucked the champ’s shin under her arm, then went up on tiptoe and laid out on her back to wrench that whole limb with a Single Leg DDT! Macy jolted to a seat only to return to the canvas when Kane got back to her feet with the right foot still in her possession.
SINGLE LEG DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nwT-MscoE3U
Allowing herself a moment to yank that leg out full length, Maeve raised a cocked arm overhead, then dove down and in, the meticulous veteran putting every ounce of her weight behind the Elbow Drop she spiked into the side of Macy’s knee.
ELBOW DROP TO LEG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mjdqYXzS7Wc
“Grrrhhhh bytch!” Renquist barked as Kane scissored her legs around the champ’s lower leg and began to squeeze. “You’re gonna regret trying to take a leg when I still have both handSRGH! RGH! RGH! RRRRGGGGHHH!”
Maeve balled her left hand into a fist and pounded shot after shot into the side of Renquist’s aching right knee.
“Ease off those closed fists, Maeve.” Al Carpenter said after a few more seconds of the pugilistic pummeling, “you know you can’t do that.”
“No, Oi know Oi shouldn’t do that, Algernon.” Kane noted with a cheeky smirk. “But since no one wants ye whinin’ at me the whole time…” she crooked her right arm into a ‘V’, set her elbow against that vulnerable joint and began to gouge away with a perfectly legal technique. “Ye’re not thinkin’ about giving up already are ye, lass?” Maeve’s tone was quite pleasant for someone attempting professional wrestling’s answer to vivisection. “Because Oi’ve got plenty left to make you suffnnnhhhh!”
Renquist hooked her left leg over the other blonde’s hip, but this was only to distract Kane from the arm she hooked under the Irishwoman’s chin. What followed wasn’t a choke or even a Chinlock, Macy simply cranked back on Kane’s head to ensure she had a clear shot for the overhand Slap she CRAAACKED down on opposing décolletage!
This new arrangement prevented Maeve from more work with her elbow, so she grabbed hold of the champ’s trapped foot and tried to pull it right off her ankle. Renquist grimaced, shook her head ‘no’ and lit into her opponent’s chest over and over, the Slappin’ Sensation more than living up to that nickname as she raised several warm pink welts on the challenger’s vaunted ra--
Maeve pulled free of the Floridian’s arm, sat up in the blink of an eye and promptly dropped a miniature elbow across Macy’s leg. Renquist groaned, managed to drag her nails down Kane’s back before the Goddess of Galway got to her feet with that leg still firmly in her possession. “Ye can’t match me on the mat, lass.” Maeve spiked the toe of her boot into the back of Macy’s thigh to emphasize the point. “Ye can’t match me anywhere.” Kane offered no chance for a rebuttal as she spun around the exposed limb dropped to a seat to smash her left thigh down atop that aching right thigh. A quick bit of literal legwork threaded the Floridian’s stems into a Figure Four, albeit not from the standard north-south arrangement associated with Kane’s finisher. Instead Maeve placed her free foot against the inside of Renquist’s left thigh and pushed out while hoisting herself up on both hands to add even more pressure to the Riuil Knot.
“RRRGGGHHH F*CK!” Macy made no effort to hide her distress as she pushed onto her elbows and tried to clamber toward the ropes.
“Foul language ain’t gonna sway me, lass.” Kane taunted the squirming blonde. “A little humility, an act of submission perhaps,” Maeve rose that much higher and puuuuuuuusssssshed out as far as her stems would allow, “that might sweeten my inclinations with regard to yer predicament.”
“Kiss my ass, Irish.” Renquist was still scrambling hard, but calling her progress negligible would’ve been kind. “We both know the loser is gonna end up sobbing or smothered, so don’t pretend there’s an easy way HHRRRGGGHHH!”
The elder Kane removed her plant foot and rolled onto her knee, which in turn shifted Macy from her hip to her butt. Planted between those knotted stems, Maeve braced her hands against the insides of both knees and pressed down to put even more strain on the Beach Blaster’s gams. “Ye truly are a mouthy little brat, Macy Renquist.” the challenger exclaimed. “And Oi will savor humbling ye in the way that only a superior wrestler can man--”
CRAAACK! Macy sat up and put Maeve’s head on a swivel courtesy a single scintillating Bytch Slap! “What’s the matter, honey?” Renquist growled while Kane worked her jaw. “Not feeling so superior all the sudNNGGH!”
Kane clouted Macy’s tits with a Knife-Edge Chop, then pressed than hand to the champ’s chin and stretched her out flat with a derisive shove. Setting her slappin’ hand back in place atop the Floridian’s thigh, Maeve shifted her weight so she could extend her right leg and wedge that boot beneath Renquist’s chin! “Submit!” Kane demanded over her foe’s ugly gurgling. “Ye’re no match for me, Oi want to hear ye say it!”
But Macy did not and her recalcitrance forced Maeve to press that much harder, the ingenious encroachment forcing the champ’s shoulders to the mat long enough for Al Carpenter to count off…
ONE…
TWO…
Renquist swatted the Irishwoman’s boot aside to break the pin, so Kane scooted forward and hooked that leg around the back of her opponent’s head. Perched a little higher up now, Maeve slapped Macy’s face for good measure, then braced her hands on opposing shoulders and pressed down for another…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Macy slipped loose and in doing so forced the other blonde from her mount. Hooking an arm around the challenger’s right thigh, Macy rolled onto her hip and shoulder which in turn stacked Maeve on her shoulders in a cradle good for the…
RIUIL DOMINATION 00:00-00:42
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0sU_MFgu3rg
ONE…
TWO…
Kane kicked out just after ‘TWO!’, the green-clad battler tumbling backward to come up on one knee a safe distance from the Slappin’ Sensation. On her feet in the blink of an eye, Maeve pounced on the recovering blonde and-- “NNGGHH!”
Renquist couldn’t slap her way out so she simply dipped low and took Kane to the mat with a Drop Toe Hold. Jumping onto the Irishwoman’s back with a miniature Butt Bomb, Macy dug her knees into Maeve’s flanks, then flattened her hands into paddles and unleashed a scathing barrage of SLAPS against the challenger’s back and shoulders! Kane covered up at once, throwing her arms over the back of her head to protect them from the worst of Renquist’s percussive palms. Macy noted this and responded accordingly, the vindictive champion making a point to smash away at Maeve’s forearms and biceps as well as her flanks and buttocks with a ferocity that soon had the blonde’s fans bellowing ‘SLAP HER OUT! SLAP HER OUT!’
Their support bolstered the Floridian’s resolve but didn’t change her pace in the slightest, indeed Renquist’s delivery was so smooth as to be almost machine-like in it’s efficacy. The only variations came when Maeve tried to push up on her knees or relinquish the guard in an effort to get her hands on the mat, with the former prompting Macy to try for a Bodyscissors and the latter resulting in such merciless head slaps that the Irishwoman was forced to cover up all over again.
Pressing her hands to Maeve’s shoulders after almost a minute of this relentless assault, Renquist dug in with her nails because it pleased her to do so and huffed, “You want some more of this action, honey? Or are you gonna tap out before I can slap you out?”
“Ye…ye’ll do nothin’ of the sort, girlie.” Maeve rasped in response. “Oi been slapped plenty of times in this ring and it ain’t never made me quiNNNNNGGGGGGH BYTCH!”
Macy grabbed hold of the other blonde’s wrists in her right hand, all the better to keep them under control while she hoisted her left hand high overhead and brought it whipping down, that slightly cupped palm just CRAAAAAACKING between Kane’s shoulders. Nodding her appreciation over the welt she’d raised, Renquist grabbed a big handful of hair and jostled Maeve’s noggin just hard enough to earn a disapproving grumble from Al Carpenter. “You’ve never been slapped by me, before tonight, at least.” the Beach Blaster noted. “And I think you can already tell the difference, can’t you?” Macy raised both hands this time and brought them down just as hard, the resultant lash earning a loud ‘oooooooooohhhh’ of sympathetic anguish from the capacity crowd. “If we were doing this on the beach the ref would’ve stopped it already. He’d claim you couldn’t defend yourself. Al’s a little more lenient, though the look on his face tells me he’s starting to wonder. Want to try to make it to those ropes or should I just finish you right now?”
The elder Kane sister grit her teeth and promised, “Ye’re gonna leave the ring with a limp, I promise ye will, Renquist.” With that she dropped the guard across the back of her head and started to crawl / drag their combined weight as fast as she could. To her credit the Galwegian’s pace was quite remarkable considering the shelling she’d endured, however Macy’s hands were just as swift, if not a little faster and she made Kane suffer for every inch she claimed, the white-clad blonde connecting with a dozen or more slaps all focused on the back of Maeve’s head, her ears, even one particularly crisp shot that encompassed most of the left half of her face!
That last one brought the Irish grappler down flat on her chest and belly with her left arm curled over the back of her head in a valiant, albeit meager defense. As for her right hand, she reached as far as she could and almost shrieked with relief when she grabbed the bottom rope. “BREAK!” Kane demanded at once. “BREAK THE ‘OLD YE NASTY BYTCNNNGGGGHH!”
Macy reared up one last time and delivered a clouting farewell swat to Maeve’s bunched backside. Pushing off without so much as a word, Renquist retreated to the center of the squared circle where she caught her breath, smoothed out her hair and did everything she could to work out the kinks Kane had put in her right knee.
As for the challenger, she pulled herself to one knee and went through similar ablutions though hers were understandably more focused on silencing the ringing in her ears and soothing those welts that felt like the world’s biggest fever blisters. Rising once she had her breath under control, Maeve made a few adjustments to her one-piece without taking her eyes off the Slappin’ Sensation. “Ye’re possessed of some strong hands, Macy Renquist.” she admitted. “Oi wonder if they’ll retain that strength when it’s time fer ye ta tap the mat?”
“You’ll never find out, honey.” Macy answered. “You won’t even be awake when that bell rings next.”
Kane’s eyes narrowed and her fingers twitched, but she didn’t leave the ropes just yet. “That a fact, lass?”
“Truest one you’ve heard all day. I’ll slap my hands numb to put you to sleep.”
Now the challenger smiled, her features glowing at the prospect of putting Macy Renquist in her place with a resounding thud. Rolling her shoulders, Kane raised her hands to chest-level and halved the distance between herself and the other blonde. “That is something Oi’d love to see ye try, ye girlie little priss--”
Macy obliged her in short order, the lissome champion launching herself at Maeve for a Collar & Elb-- The Galway Goddess pivoted into her attacker and raised her right leg to drive a short kick into Renquist’s aching right knee. But Macy must’ve seen it coming at the last second because she went low and hooked both arms around the sturdy blonde’s thi--“NNNGGGGGHHH!”
Kane gave up that leg without complaint, though at considerable cost to the Floridian. Snatching a double handful of hair as soon as Macy hooked her thigh, Maeve jerked her foe in close and smashed a Headbutt into the bridge of her nose! Renquist dropped that Irish gam like it was scalding hot, not that having both hands free meant her defenses were anything close to full strength when the elder Kane crooked an arm over the back of her head and THWHAP! Maeve turned in and brought her left forearm up and across to smash the meat of her bicep into the shelf of the smaller blonde’s chin! Macy reeled backward, dropped to one knee and immediately returned to verticalit--“RRRGGGHHH!”
Kane smashed Renquist’s chin with her second European Uppercut in perhaps ten seconds and this time the Beach Blaster went down flat on her butt. “No, no, no, now’s not the time fer sittin’, lass.” Maeve admonished Macy even as she filled her hands with the blonde’s long locks. “Now’s the time to put me ta sleep, that’s what ye were plannin, wasn’t it?” Kane’s tone suggested nothing less than utter disdain for Renquist’s prophecy and her actions did the same just as soon as she snatched the champ’s right ankle. Jabbing Macy’s bare heel up into her own backside, the FAWN Original kept that limb pinned in place while she hooked her left arm around Renquist’s lower back. With her head wedged under Macy’s right armpit, the Riuil Kane muscled Macy up into the air just to bring her down shin-first atop the post of her left knee!
“AHHH FAHK!” Macy howled aloud as the Shinbreaker lit her up from hip to toes, though she didn’t end up flat on her back until the challenger swept her plant leg. A two-handed clasp on Renquist’s foot got a roar from all the Figure Four aficionados in the house, but rather than hook her finish she hopped up and THWHAPPED her boots into the side of that injured knee with a pinpoint Dropkick!
SHINBREAKER & LEG DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pEHZqQ_jHqg
Pretty features drawn tight with pain, Macy pulled her right knee up tight to her chest, so Maeve stomped on her a few times, then grabbed a double handful of hair and pulled until the Slappin’ Sensation was forced to stand. “Let’s see ‘ow much ye really wannae keep that strap, lass.” Kane pulled Renquist into a snug Front Facelock, slung the near arm across her shoulders and reached down to hook that injured right leg in a Cradle. Hooks set, Maeve dropped into a crouch and popped her hips to take Macy up, over and DOWN to the mat with a Fisherman’s Suplex! Yoking on that trapped leg with everything she had left, Kane bridged onto her toes to hold the wriggling champion in place for the…
FISHERMAN'S SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HqRcX6KbhIo
ONE…
TWO…
THRE-CRAAAAAACK!
Macy brought an open palmed Bytch Slap down on Maeve’s navel with enough force to break the bridge with barely a heartbeat to spare.
Al held up two fingers to confirm his ruling, not that the eldest Kane paid him the slightest bit of attention after the count came up short. Circling around to Renquist’s feet, Maeve grabbed an ankle in each hand and dragged / jerked the flattened blonde out to the center of the squared circle. Tossing Macy’s right foot aside to double down on the left, Kane stepped over & around in the blink of an eye to crook the champ’s lower leg in behind her right calf. In the same instant she leaned down, laid claim to Renquist’s right foot and lifted that leg up so she could place the left foot atop the right shin. Finally showing a smile as the Riuil Court roared their approval, Maeve leaned down and clouted Macy’s vulnerable mug with a Bytch Slap of her own. “Warm those hands up, lass.” she advised the prone grappler. “Oi want ta ‘ear ye tappin’ with both of WHOOAAAHH!”
Her position forbade an answering slap, so Renquist grabbed hold of Kane’s wrist and tugged her down, the Irishwoman forced to double over to maintain her balance. This dogged tenacity ended up working against her as it allowed Macy to catch her noggin in a Front Facelock and thus pull her down onto her shoulders in an improvised Small Package that lasted through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Maeve exploded out of the pin, the green-clad battler looking infinitely more concerned with Carpenter’s ruling than she had only a moment prior. Heart slowing only the tiniest bit when the ref confirmed 2.99, the Galwegian Goddess rounded on Macy and spiked a Toe Kick into the pit of her stomach the moment she made it to her feet. Renquist folded in half around that plunging boot so Kane straightened her up and hooked one arm over the Floridian’s shoulders and hooked the other between her legs. Treating herself to a tawdry handful of backside, Maeve scooped the Beach Blaster up onto her should-NO! Macy floated out of the veteran’s grip to land behind her, whereupon she immediately caught Kane’s left arm in a Half Nelson and cinched her right arm around opposing throat.
Katahajame, Macy Renquist to Maeve KaNOOOO!
Maeve threw it into full reverse and didn’t stop until she felt Macy ‘OOOOOFFFFFHH!’ against the coarsely-padded turnbuckles of the nearest corner! The initial impact didn’t quite break the champ’s grip, so Kane stomped forward and threw herself back once, twice, three times! Third time proved the charm with Renquist collapsing into the corner with her arms draped over the top rope while Kane stumbled forward and-- “HHHHHRRGGGGGGHH!”
The Irishwoman did an about face and charged the corner to smash Macy into the buckles with a sawed-off Avalanche Splash. “Clever girl.” Maeve huffed into the other blonde’s ear. “Alas, clever isn’t enough ta keep the gold around yer waist in a contest against the Riuil Kanes.”
Lowering a shoulder to stuff it into her rival’s gut, Maeve boosted Renquist into a gasping seat on the top turnbuckle. While she wasn’t anyone’s idea of the archetypal highflier, the eldest Kane showed no hesitation in climbing to the second to claim Macy’s bowed head in a Front Facelock. From there she slung Renquist’s near arm across her shoulders, then bent down and snatched the injured right leg in another snug cradle. Hooks set, she put one foot on the top rope and hefted Macy out of her seat for-- Renquist caught hold of the rope with her free hand, effectively anchoring both blondes to the corner. “Enough.” Maeve grunted. “Ye’ve lost, the least ye can do is face it with NGH! NGH! NGH!”
The Slappin’ Sensation let go of the rope and unleashed a scathing flurry of slaps to the challenger’s flank! The barrage didn’t stop until Renquist prized her head from the Facelock and plunged both hands into the challenger’s hair. THWHUNK! Macy smacked a Headbutt into the bridge of Kane’s nose to send her from the corner to the canvas, the elder Kane landing awkwardly on one knee. A little ways overhead, Macy grit her teeth to suppress an exhausted groan when she rose to her full height. Otherwise motionless, the lithe blonde didn’t so much as twitch until Kane managed to regain her feet though she was still doubled over pointed toward the corner. It was then Renquist leapt or rather dropped, the Beach Blaster ‘smecking’ down onto the Irishwoman with a Standing Headscissors / Waistlock combination that served as the launch pad for a glorious front flip with Kane still in her clutches! The ‘THAWHONK of skull on canvas was almost swallowed by the cacophony of the FAWNatics as yet another Lightweight contender found herself caught in the jaws of the Creature from the Blue Lagoon!
CREATURE FROM THE BLUE LAGOON @ 00:18
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0ckVWFbQ8I
Caught unawares by the ring-shaking Piledriver, Maeve reeled backward on her haunches only to hit the deck facedown mere heartbeats later. Galvanized by the adrenaline of spiking such a ferocious rival, Macy scrambled around to Kane’s feet and took possession of her left boot. Lifting Maeve’s lower leg off the mat as she got to her feet, Renquist snaked her right leg around the exposed stem and dropped / fell onto the veteran’s back in a full mount. Aside from wrenching Maeve’s leg at an unpleasant angle, her new arrangement allowed Macy to hook a Half Nelson on the grounded grappler’s left arm. Just like that she looped her right arm around Kane’s exposed neck and bore down as hard as she could, the Slappin’ Sensation using every bit of her hundred and seventeen pounds to torment her prey with the Renquistition!
“Tap out.” Macy demanded of / whispered to the squirming lovely as she poured on the pressure. “Tap out or sleep, cutie. There’s no other way.”
“Grrrnnnnnhhhh, f*ck yer threats, little RRRRGGGGGHHHH!” Maeve’s defiance gurgled away to an agonized growl as Renquist yoked her head back at an increasingly malicious angle. Robbed of her left arm and leg, Kane quickly abandoned her effort to prize Macy’s arm away and instead tried to draaaaaaaaaaaaag the knotted blondes toward the strands.
Macy made no move to thwart these efforts, she did however shift her position to ensure Kane was carrying her weight in the most awkward way possible. To make matters worse she’d occasionally rear back and wrench Maeve’s upper body from side to side, just rag-dolling the Irish battler as much as her grip would allow. Kane endured the first of these treatments without incident, but had slowed considerably after the second. The third stopped her entirely, that once questing right arm dangling limply as Renquist continued to reef back on her head and upper body.
Noting the lack of protest from his charge, Al Carpenter swooped in and asked, “Still with us, Maeve? Tell me something? Can you continue?”
He waited a full five seconds, got nothing more than ragged breath for his efforts. “She’s out!” Carpenter stood up and turned around in the same motion, the lanky zebra already throwing a signal to the Timekeeper.
The bell clanged and the champ’s theme began to play, but Macy didn’t break the hold until the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knock-out and STILL the FAWN Lightweight Champion… MACY RENQUIST!”
“Night night, baby.” Macy pecked a humid kiss against the crown of her opponent’s skull, then let loose and rolled onto her back beside Maeve in an exhausted sprawl.
She was still looking up at the lights when Al arrived with the belt. “Need a hand?”
“Nuuuhhhh…. not yet.” she rasped. “Just, hold my hand up a sec, would ya?” Macy raised her left hand and Carpenter took hold to keep it raised in acknowledgement of her victory. Once that was settled her offered her the belt, which the exhausted champion took after she’d managed to sit up. Strapping it around her waist, Renquist treated Kane’s rump to a possessive swat before she stood up and stretched her arms wide.
“Measuring stick right here, baby.” Macy explained to the crowd and any potential challengers. “Step up if you wanna see how you compare, just know if you bring the sass this measuring stick is gonna slap you down.” She finished with a wink and a grin, then spun around on one heel and headed to the corner to reclaim her jacket and headphones before taking to the ramp for a hard-fought victory stroll.
A single spotlight knifed through the black, at first illuminating nothing but the velvet curtain at the head of the ramp. But then the curtain pulled open, and out stepped one half of what was arguably one of FAWN’s greatest tag teams.
MAEVE KANE:
That would be Maeve Kane, the elder sister of the duo, in her trademark emerald green one-piece with matching boots. Hands on her hips, the fair-haired Irish beauty surveyed the sea of fans for several seconds before locking her eyes on the squared circle. As the daughter of the old sod started her march down the aisle, the music abruptly burst into a techno beat with a yet faintly Irish tone, all the better to herald the Goddess of Galway as she headed for battle. She took care to offer the occasional stately nod and to graze fingertips with the outstretched hands of some lucky fans.
Climbing up to the apron, Kane wordlessly gestured to referee Al Carpenter to sit upon the middle rope, holding the top strand up with his shoulder, so she could enter the ring without having to sully herself touching the cables.
Then there came a voice slicing through the cacophony of sound. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN Lightweight Title! Introducing first, the challenger. Hailing from Galway Ireland, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs one hundred and twenty five pounds, she is MAEVE KANE!”
Right arms raised, Kane took a lap around the ring to bask in the cheers, then moved to her corner, where she settled back against the buckles to await the entry of her opponent.
Carpenter had just finished a quick inspection of Maeve’s pads and boots when the Announcer resumed his duties. “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!”
MESS AROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJlFKmfZGL4
MACY RENQUIST:
The Cold November Pain throng grew loud enough to rattle the walls, their collective decibels evenly split between cheers or bellowing the ‘UH-OH’s!’ that marked the opening to Cage the Elephant’s ‘Mess Around’. Macy herself showed up a few seconds later, the svelte stunner blowing through the curtain atop the stage with both hands stuffed into the pockets of her pink & white varsity jacket that was already open to display the gold she’d been defending for the majority of this year. Having survived a brutal Ladder Match against Eve Choldstone at All Hallows Evil, the Slappin’ Sensation now looked to impose her will on another dangerous member of the Lightweight establishment. Eyes alight at the prospect of humbling Maeve in the same way she’d done to Eve, the champ took a moment to buff that golden faceplate with her forearm before she started down the ramp.
Any pressure she might’ve felt heading into this match was well camouflaged, as Renquist moved back ‘n forth across the aisle to slap all the hands extended in her direction looking like she didn’t have a worry in the world. This carefree attitude remained on full display when she hopped onto the apron and quickly dipped through the ropes. Taking her place at the center of the squared circle. Macy’s expression grew decidedly less jovial when she locked eyes with the other blonde and promptly doffed her jacket to reveal 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 Astonishing 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 those assembled got the best possible view. She ended her turn facing Maeve and held eye contact several seconds longer than was strictly necessary before handing the prize to Carpenter, who raised it one more tie before passing it off to a FAWN tech for safe keeping.
The CLANG of the bell called champion and challenger forth from their corners, the former showing her usual swagger, the latter a sort of subdued urgency that grew noticeably less so as the Lightweights closed on one another. Hands already up near her shoulders, Renquist kept one flat and the other slightly curled so she’d be ready to strike or grapple as needed. Kane’s hands were up as well, the Irishwoman’s fingers twitching in anticipation of--
Macy cra-cra-CRAAACKED a trio of hard slaps against Maeve’s left bicep, then lunged in and caught her in a Front Facelock when the veteran raised a hasty guard. Hands locked against the other blonde’s chest, Renquist yoked up on the simple hold to transform it into a near Guillotine Choke. “Got your head locked down tight, honey.” Macy chirped as she stomped in a circle, the Beach Blaster fighting hard to keep Kane from powering them to the ropes or the corners. “So, are ya gonna wrestle free or do you wanna take the easy way NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Maeve punched her attacker in the ribs half a dozen times before shifting the focus of her ire to Renquist’s lower back. “Save yer breath, Renquist.” Kane grunted over the ‘pwak’ of her fisticuffs. “Ye’ll be needin’ all of it to wail yer submissRRRGGGHH!”
Macy set her feet and yanked up on the Facelock with such strength it made the other wrestler stamp her feet in gurgling dismay. “I’ll talk all I damned well please!” Macy proclaimed to the pale, strong curve of Maeve’s back. “And you’re gonna stand there and deal with HEYWHOAAANNNGGGHH!”
Kane couldn’t just slip her head loose of the Floridian’s bicep, so she hooked her legs around Macy’s sinewy thighs and hoisted her clear of the canvas. The Lightweight Champ sought out a Bodyscissors almost immediately and was in the process of crossing her ankles for the initial squeeze when Maeve BWUUUNGED her spine-first into the turnbuckles! Prizing her head clear of Macy’s grasp when the smaller blonde’s grip went loose, Kane earned a raucous ‘OOHH!’ from the fans and set the tone of the match when she CLAPPED a stinging Bytch Slap across Renquist’s cheek!
Macy reeled against the buckles, giving Kane plenty of time to drape the Slappin’ Sensation’s arms over the top rope. The subsequent CRACK! of Knife-Edge Chop on defenseless chest was followed by a chorused WOOOOO! a simple two-part harmony that repeated probably half a dozen times before Maeve went low and hooked her arms around Macy’s right thigh. Hefting that limb off the canvas, she draped it over the second strand to ensure a much easier target for the stubby Kneelifts she jabbed into the glossy meat of her inner thigh.
“This is how Oi deal with insolence, ye little whisp of fluff.” Kane raised her right knee and pivoted into the champion, the green-clad battler grrrrrrrinding the bony joint into the side of her opponent’s knee. “First Oi’ll grind ya down, then Oi’ll take ye to the canvas and finally Oi’ll make ye scream at the top of your lunHUUFFFHH!”
Macy gouged her left knee in above the Irishwoman’s hip to ease that gnashing pressure, then grabbed a handful of hair and yanked her head back so she could respond to those first slaps with a few of her own, Renquist dolled out a good half dozen Bytch Slaps and would’ve piled on a whole lot more if the curvaceous technician hadn’t grabbed her wrists in an iron grip. “Ye need ta learn a harsh lesson about raising a hand to yer betters, Macy RenquisNNNGGGGHHH!”
The Beach Blaster couldn’t throw more slaps so she smacked a short Headbutt into the other blonde’s cheek. Maeve stumbled a bit but didn’t clear out of the corner, meaning time was still at a premium when Macy pulled her aching leg clear of the rubber-coated st--“OOOFFFFHHH!”
Kane came in low, the challenger launching off her back foot to skewer Macy’s midsection with a nauseating Shoulderblock! Butt stuffed up on the middle turnbuckle by the force of that brawny encroachment, Macy soaked up a second shot of Irish hostility before she hooked the Front Facelock and cranked down on Kane’s head with every bit of her considerable slim-thicc strength. Maeve gurgle-growled, caught hold of the middle rope on either side of the Floridian and used them to drive a few more Shoulderblocks into Renquist’s-- Macy crooked her free arm into a tire iron and brought it down on the other wrestler’s shoulders and upper back in a veritable frenzy of blows, the Slappin’ Sensation clearly willing to match Maeve shot for shot to keep the gold around her waist.
The FAWNatics were there for it too, the sold-out crowd bellowing in satisfaction as Macy and Maeve went at her rival hammer and tongs. Al Carpenter was considerably less enthused than the rest of his fellow viewers and he let his thoughts be known when he rushed into the corner in a valiant (albeit remarkably dangerous) effort to prize his charges apart. “C’mon ladies, you’re both in the corner, give me a clean break so we can restart this in the middle of the ring!”
He might as well have whispered the request into a well for all the attention they paid him. Kane increased her efforts to cut the champ in half with nothing more than her shoulder while Renquist bolstered her defensive efforts by pumping several quick Kneelifts into the Irishwoman’s chest. Diplomacy having failed him, the ref swung off to one side and barked what he guessed would be the first of many ‘FOUR!’ counts.
Macy and Maeve used every bit of it, though in the end they did release their hooks in time to avoid the disqualification. Al called for Maeve to move to the middle of the ring, a request the veteran refused to honor while Macy held her gaze with such brazen eye contact. “Back the hell up, honey.” Renquist said softly.
“Oi’d like ta see ya make me, lass.” Kane answered without hesitation.
“Would you? Ask a little louder and maybe I NNGGH!”
Kane crushed the Floridian’s tummy with a broadside Kneelift, went to snake an arm around the back of her neck for a Side Headlock and paid for the intrusion with a short Headbutt smashed against her temple! Maeve’s knees knocked together as fireworks went off behind her eyes, the Galwegian grappler only vaguely aware that Macy had once again collected her noggin in a Front Facelock. The Guillotine was enticing as ever, yet Renquist bypassed it in favor of angling Kane’s left arm away from her torso via a rough Single Underhook. Bulling her way out of the corner so she could twist around in a half circle, the Beach Blaster dropped her hips and slung the Riuil Kane most of the way to the opposite corner with an emphatic Half Hatch Suplex!
HALF HATCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZFpKVXC_LY
Maeve landed hard on her lower back and sat up, one hand pressed to the affected area while the other reached for the ropes. As for Macy, she twisted to one knee and took several deep breaths while keeping her attention trained on the challenger. Careful to regain her feet a few heartbeats ahead of the other blonde, Renquist smoothed down the battle-frayed edges of her ponytail and settled into an expectant grappler’s crouch.
Seeing this, Kane took a moment to ‘snap’ those hunter green togs tight against her glutes. “So ye came ta wrestle yer ‘eart out, that’s good. That’s very good.” Maeve noted as she rose to her full height. “Oi hope it will provide some comfort when ye tap that title away to me.”
“Ye plan to submit me from all the way over there, do ye?” Renquist taunted the other blonde with a comically exaggerated Irish accent. “ “That’s a bold choice, babe.” no accent now, just cold confidence. “Because I plan to be right up in your business when you start slapping that mat.”
Maeve rolled her shoulders, settled into a stance almost identical to the champ’s. “Ye’ll try to run before the bell sounds again, lass.” Kane hissed. “Oi promise ye will.”
“Prove it, baby.”
The challenger obliged with the quickness, crossing the squared circle on a razor-sharp diagonal to meet Renquist in a rough Collar & Elbow Lock-CRA-CRA-CRAAACK! Macy backpedaled away from Kane as she started throwing those stone-handed slaps, thus forcing her opponent to wade through no less than half a dozen scintillating shots to her shoulders, biceps and fa-NO!
Maeve intercepted the last slap and countered with a quick Palm Strike to the chin that snapped Renquist’s head backward. Kane could’ve helped herself to a clinch in that moment, instead she picked the other blonde’s right leg behind the knee and yanked it off the canvas while simultaneously sweeping the Floridian’s plant foot out from underneath.
The Single Leg Takedown was no one’s idea of a flashy offensive maneuver, yet none of the assembled FAWNatics challenged Maeve’s strategy when she forced Macy’s captured leg forward and softened up the back of her thigh with a barrage of short, mean-spirited stomps. Renquist grimaced, drew her left leg close for an answering kick, then smacked a pain fist against the canvas when Kane gripped her foot at toes and heel and treated it to a sharp twist.
“Grapplin’ barefoot is a brave choice, girlie.” the Irishwoman admitted as she applied more torque to the simple hold. “But brave doesn’t always mean smart, as ye’ll learn soon enouNGH!”
The Beach Blaster lashed out with a quick kick that smacked against the meat of her challenger’s left thigh. “Hold on if you can,” Renquist chided after she’d landed two more kicks, “just know I’m gonna bruise your thigh up real nicRRRGGHH!”
Maeve tucked the champ’s shin under her arm, then went up on tiptoe and laid out on her back to wrench that whole limb with a Single Leg DDT! Macy jolted to a seat only to return to the canvas when Kane got back to her feet with the right foot still in her possession.
SINGLE LEG DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nwT-MscoE3U
Allowing herself a moment to yank that leg out full length, Maeve raised a cocked arm overhead, then dove down and in, the meticulous veteran putting every ounce of her weight behind the Elbow Drop she spiked into the side of Macy’s knee.
ELBOW DROP TO LEG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mjdqYXzS7Wc
“Grrrhhhh bytch!” Renquist barked as Kane scissored her legs around the champ’s lower leg and began to squeeze. “You’re gonna regret trying to take a leg when I still have both handSRGH! RGH! RGH! RRRRGGGGHHH!”
Maeve balled her left hand into a fist and pounded shot after shot into the side of Renquist’s aching right knee.
“Ease off those closed fists, Maeve.” Al Carpenter said after a few more seconds of the pugilistic pummeling, “you know you can’t do that.”
“No, Oi know Oi shouldn’t do that, Algernon.” Kane noted with a cheeky smirk. “But since no one wants ye whinin’ at me the whole time…” she crooked her right arm into a ‘V’, set her elbow against that vulnerable joint and began to gouge away with a perfectly legal technique. “Ye’re not thinkin’ about giving up already are ye, lass?” Maeve’s tone was quite pleasant for someone attempting professional wrestling’s answer to vivisection. “Because Oi’ve got plenty left to make you suffnnnhhhh!”
Renquist hooked her left leg over the other blonde’s hip, but this was only to distract Kane from the arm she hooked under the Irishwoman’s chin. What followed wasn’t a choke or even a Chinlock, Macy simply cranked back on Kane’s head to ensure she had a clear shot for the overhand Slap she CRAAACKED down on opposing décolletage!
This new arrangement prevented Maeve from more work with her elbow, so she grabbed hold of the champ’s trapped foot and tried to pull it right off her ankle. Renquist grimaced, shook her head ‘no’ and lit into her opponent’s chest over and over, the Slappin’ Sensation more than living up to that nickname as she raised several warm pink welts on the challenger’s vaunted ra--
Maeve pulled free of the Floridian’s arm, sat up in the blink of an eye and promptly dropped a miniature elbow across Macy’s leg. Renquist groaned, managed to drag her nails down Kane’s back before the Goddess of Galway got to her feet with that leg still firmly in her possession. “Ye can’t match me on the mat, lass.” Maeve spiked the toe of her boot into the back of Macy’s thigh to emphasize the point. “Ye can’t match me anywhere.” Kane offered no chance for a rebuttal as she spun around the exposed limb dropped to a seat to smash her left thigh down atop that aching right thigh. A quick bit of literal legwork threaded the Floridian’s stems into a Figure Four, albeit not from the standard north-south arrangement associated with Kane’s finisher. Instead Maeve placed her free foot against the inside of Renquist’s left thigh and pushed out while hoisting herself up on both hands to add even more pressure to the Riuil Knot.
“RRRGGGHHH F*CK!” Macy made no effort to hide her distress as she pushed onto her elbows and tried to clamber toward the ropes.
“Foul language ain’t gonna sway me, lass.” Kane taunted the squirming blonde. “A little humility, an act of submission perhaps,” Maeve rose that much higher and puuuuuuuusssssshed out as far as her stems would allow, “that might sweeten my inclinations with regard to yer predicament.”
“Kiss my ass, Irish.” Renquist was still scrambling hard, but calling her progress negligible would’ve been kind. “We both know the loser is gonna end up sobbing or smothered, so don’t pretend there’s an easy way HHRRRGGGHHH!”
The elder Kane removed her plant foot and rolled onto her knee, which in turn shifted Macy from her hip to her butt. Planted between those knotted stems, Maeve braced her hands against the insides of both knees and pressed down to put even more strain on the Beach Blaster’s gams. “Ye truly are a mouthy little brat, Macy Renquist.” the challenger exclaimed. “And Oi will savor humbling ye in the way that only a superior wrestler can man--”
CRAAACK! Macy sat up and put Maeve’s head on a swivel courtesy a single scintillating Bytch Slap! “What’s the matter, honey?” Renquist growled while Kane worked her jaw. “Not feeling so superior all the sudNNGGH!”
Kane clouted Macy’s tits with a Knife-Edge Chop, then pressed than hand to the champ’s chin and stretched her out flat with a derisive shove. Setting her slappin’ hand back in place atop the Floridian’s thigh, Maeve shifted her weight so she could extend her right leg and wedge that boot beneath Renquist’s chin! “Submit!” Kane demanded over her foe’s ugly gurgling. “Ye’re no match for me, Oi want to hear ye say it!”
But Macy did not and her recalcitrance forced Maeve to press that much harder, the ingenious encroachment forcing the champ’s shoulders to the mat long enough for Al Carpenter to count off…
ONE…
TWO…
Renquist swatted the Irishwoman’s boot aside to break the pin, so Kane scooted forward and hooked that leg around the back of her opponent’s head. Perched a little higher up now, Maeve slapped Macy’s face for good measure, then braced her hands on opposing shoulders and pressed down for another…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Macy slipped loose and in doing so forced the other blonde from her mount. Hooking an arm around the challenger’s right thigh, Macy rolled onto her hip and shoulder which in turn stacked Maeve on her shoulders in a cradle good for the…
RIUIL DOMINATION 00:00-00:42
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0sU_MFgu3rg
ONE…
TWO…
Kane kicked out just after ‘TWO!’, the green-clad battler tumbling backward to come up on one knee a safe distance from the Slappin’ Sensation. On her feet in the blink of an eye, Maeve pounced on the recovering blonde and-- “NNGGHH!”
Renquist couldn’t slap her way out so she simply dipped low and took Kane to the mat with a Drop Toe Hold. Jumping onto the Irishwoman’s back with a miniature Butt Bomb, Macy dug her knees into Maeve’s flanks, then flattened her hands into paddles and unleashed a scathing barrage of SLAPS against the challenger’s back and shoulders! Kane covered up at once, throwing her arms over the back of her head to protect them from the worst of Renquist’s percussive palms. Macy noted this and responded accordingly, the vindictive champion making a point to smash away at Maeve’s forearms and biceps as well as her flanks and buttocks with a ferocity that soon had the blonde’s fans bellowing ‘SLAP HER OUT! SLAP HER OUT!’
Their support bolstered the Floridian’s resolve but didn’t change her pace in the slightest, indeed Renquist’s delivery was so smooth as to be almost machine-like in it’s efficacy. The only variations came when Maeve tried to push up on her knees or relinquish the guard in an effort to get her hands on the mat, with the former prompting Macy to try for a Bodyscissors and the latter resulting in such merciless head slaps that the Irishwoman was forced to cover up all over again.
Pressing her hands to Maeve’s shoulders after almost a minute of this relentless assault, Renquist dug in with her nails because it pleased her to do so and huffed, “You want some more of this action, honey? Or are you gonna tap out before I can slap you out?”
“Ye…ye’ll do nothin’ of the sort, girlie.” Maeve rasped in response. “Oi been slapped plenty of times in this ring and it ain’t never made me quiNNNNNGGGGGGH BYTCH!”
Macy grabbed hold of the other blonde’s wrists in her right hand, all the better to keep them under control while she hoisted her left hand high overhead and brought it whipping down, that slightly cupped palm just CRAAAAAACKING between Kane’s shoulders. Nodding her appreciation over the welt she’d raised, Renquist grabbed a big handful of hair and jostled Maeve’s noggin just hard enough to earn a disapproving grumble from Al Carpenter. “You’ve never been slapped by me, before tonight, at least.” the Beach Blaster noted. “And I think you can already tell the difference, can’t you?” Macy raised both hands this time and brought them down just as hard, the resultant lash earning a loud ‘oooooooooohhhh’ of sympathetic anguish from the capacity crowd. “If we were doing this on the beach the ref would’ve stopped it already. He’d claim you couldn’t defend yourself. Al’s a little more lenient, though the look on his face tells me he’s starting to wonder. Want to try to make it to those ropes or should I just finish you right now?”
The elder Kane sister grit her teeth and promised, “Ye’re gonna leave the ring with a limp, I promise ye will, Renquist.” With that she dropped the guard across the back of her head and started to crawl / drag their combined weight as fast as she could. To her credit the Galwegian’s pace was quite remarkable considering the shelling she’d endured, however Macy’s hands were just as swift, if not a little faster and she made Kane suffer for every inch she claimed, the white-clad blonde connecting with a dozen or more slaps all focused on the back of Maeve’s head, her ears, even one particularly crisp shot that encompassed most of the left half of her face!
That last one brought the Irish grappler down flat on her chest and belly with her left arm curled over the back of her head in a valiant, albeit meager defense. As for her right hand, she reached as far as she could and almost shrieked with relief when she grabbed the bottom rope. “BREAK!” Kane demanded at once. “BREAK THE ‘OLD YE NASTY BYTCNNNGGGGHH!”
Macy reared up one last time and delivered a clouting farewell swat to Maeve’s bunched backside. Pushing off without so much as a word, Renquist retreated to the center of the squared circle where she caught her breath, smoothed out her hair and did everything she could to work out the kinks Kane had put in her right knee.
As for the challenger, she pulled herself to one knee and went through similar ablutions though hers were understandably more focused on silencing the ringing in her ears and soothing those welts that felt like the world’s biggest fever blisters. Rising once she had her breath under control, Maeve made a few adjustments to her one-piece without taking her eyes off the Slappin’ Sensation. “Ye’re possessed of some strong hands, Macy Renquist.” she admitted. “Oi wonder if they’ll retain that strength when it’s time fer ye ta tap the mat?”
“You’ll never find out, honey.” Macy answered. “You won’t even be awake when that bell rings next.”
Kane’s eyes narrowed and her fingers twitched, but she didn’t leave the ropes just yet. “That a fact, lass?”
“Truest one you’ve heard all day. I’ll slap my hands numb to put you to sleep.”
Now the challenger smiled, her features glowing at the prospect of putting Macy Renquist in her place with a resounding thud. Rolling her shoulders, Kane raised her hands to chest-level and halved the distance between herself and the other blonde. “That is something Oi’d love to see ye try, ye girlie little priss--”
Macy obliged her in short order, the lissome champion launching herself at Maeve for a Collar & Elb-- The Galway Goddess pivoted into her attacker and raised her right leg to drive a short kick into Renquist’s aching right knee. But Macy must’ve seen it coming at the last second because she went low and hooked both arms around the sturdy blonde’s thi--“NNNGGGGGHHH!”
Kane gave up that leg without complaint, though at considerable cost to the Floridian. Snatching a double handful of hair as soon as Macy hooked her thigh, Maeve jerked her foe in close and smashed a Headbutt into the bridge of her nose! Renquist dropped that Irish gam like it was scalding hot, not that having both hands free meant her defenses were anything close to full strength when the elder Kane crooked an arm over the back of her head and THWHAP! Maeve turned in and brought her left forearm up and across to smash the meat of her bicep into the shelf of the smaller blonde’s chin! Macy reeled backward, dropped to one knee and immediately returned to verticalit--“RRRGGGHHH!”
Kane smashed Renquist’s chin with her second European Uppercut in perhaps ten seconds and this time the Beach Blaster went down flat on her butt. “No, no, no, now’s not the time fer sittin’, lass.” Maeve admonished Macy even as she filled her hands with the blonde’s long locks. “Now’s the time to put me ta sleep, that’s what ye were plannin, wasn’t it?” Kane’s tone suggested nothing less than utter disdain for Renquist’s prophecy and her actions did the same just as soon as she snatched the champ’s right ankle. Jabbing Macy’s bare heel up into her own backside, the FAWN Original kept that limb pinned in place while she hooked her left arm around Renquist’s lower back. With her head wedged under Macy’s right armpit, the Riuil Kane muscled Macy up into the air just to bring her down shin-first atop the post of her left knee!
“AHHH FAHK!” Macy howled aloud as the Shinbreaker lit her up from hip to toes, though she didn’t end up flat on her back until the challenger swept her plant leg. A two-handed clasp on Renquist’s foot got a roar from all the Figure Four aficionados in the house, but rather than hook her finish she hopped up and THWHAPPED her boots into the side of that injured knee with a pinpoint Dropkick!
SHINBREAKER & LEG DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pEHZqQ_jHqg
Pretty features drawn tight with pain, Macy pulled her right knee up tight to her chest, so Maeve stomped on her a few times, then grabbed a double handful of hair and pulled until the Slappin’ Sensation was forced to stand. “Let’s see ‘ow much ye really wannae keep that strap, lass.” Kane pulled Renquist into a snug Front Facelock, slung the near arm across her shoulders and reached down to hook that injured right leg in a Cradle. Hooks set, Maeve dropped into a crouch and popped her hips to take Macy up, over and DOWN to the mat with a Fisherman’s Suplex! Yoking on that trapped leg with everything she had left, Kane bridged onto her toes to hold the wriggling champion in place for the…
FISHERMAN'S SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HqRcX6KbhIo
ONE…
TWO…
THRE-CRAAAAAACK!
Macy brought an open palmed Bytch Slap down on Maeve’s navel with enough force to break the bridge with barely a heartbeat to spare.
Al held up two fingers to confirm his ruling, not that the eldest Kane paid him the slightest bit of attention after the count came up short. Circling around to Renquist’s feet, Maeve grabbed an ankle in each hand and dragged / jerked the flattened blonde out to the center of the squared circle. Tossing Macy’s right foot aside to double down on the left, Kane stepped over & around in the blink of an eye to crook the champ’s lower leg in behind her right calf. In the same instant she leaned down, laid claim to Renquist’s right foot and lifted that leg up so she could place the left foot atop the right shin. Finally showing a smile as the Riuil Court roared their approval, Maeve leaned down and clouted Macy’s vulnerable mug with a Bytch Slap of her own. “Warm those hands up, lass.” she advised the prone grappler. “Oi want ta ‘ear ye tappin’ with both of WHOOAAAHH!”
Her position forbade an answering slap, so Renquist grabbed hold of Kane’s wrist and tugged her down, the Irishwoman forced to double over to maintain her balance. This dogged tenacity ended up working against her as it allowed Macy to catch her noggin in a Front Facelock and thus pull her down onto her shoulders in an improvised Small Package that lasted through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Maeve exploded out of the pin, the green-clad battler looking infinitely more concerned with Carpenter’s ruling than she had only a moment prior. Heart slowing only the tiniest bit when the ref confirmed 2.99, the Galwegian Goddess rounded on Macy and spiked a Toe Kick into the pit of her stomach the moment she made it to her feet. Renquist folded in half around that plunging boot so Kane straightened her up and hooked one arm over the Floridian’s shoulders and hooked the other between her legs. Treating herself to a tawdry handful of backside, Maeve scooped the Beach Blaster up onto her should-NO! Macy floated out of the veteran’s grip to land behind her, whereupon she immediately caught Kane’s left arm in a Half Nelson and cinched her right arm around opposing throat.
Katahajame, Macy Renquist to Maeve KaNOOOO!
Maeve threw it into full reverse and didn’t stop until she felt Macy ‘OOOOOFFFFFHH!’ against the coarsely-padded turnbuckles of the nearest corner! The initial impact didn’t quite break the champ’s grip, so Kane stomped forward and threw herself back once, twice, three times! Third time proved the charm with Renquist collapsing into the corner with her arms draped over the top rope while Kane stumbled forward and-- “HHHHHRRGGGGGGHH!”
The Irishwoman did an about face and charged the corner to smash Macy into the buckles with a sawed-off Avalanche Splash. “Clever girl.” Maeve huffed into the other blonde’s ear. “Alas, clever isn’t enough ta keep the gold around yer waist in a contest against the Riuil Kanes.”
Lowering a shoulder to stuff it into her rival’s gut, Maeve boosted Renquist into a gasping seat on the top turnbuckle. While she wasn’t anyone’s idea of the archetypal highflier, the eldest Kane showed no hesitation in climbing to the second to claim Macy’s bowed head in a Front Facelock. From there she slung Renquist’s near arm across her shoulders, then bent down and snatched the injured right leg in another snug cradle. Hooks set, she put one foot on the top rope and hefted Macy out of her seat for-- Renquist caught hold of the rope with her free hand, effectively anchoring both blondes to the corner. “Enough.” Maeve grunted. “Ye’ve lost, the least ye can do is face it with NGH! NGH! NGH!”
The Slappin’ Sensation let go of the rope and unleashed a scathing flurry of slaps to the challenger’s flank! The barrage didn’t stop until Renquist prized her head from the Facelock and plunged both hands into the challenger’s hair. THWHUNK! Macy smacked a Headbutt into the bridge of Kane’s nose to send her from the corner to the canvas, the elder Kane landing awkwardly on one knee. A little ways overhead, Macy grit her teeth to suppress an exhausted groan when she rose to her full height. Otherwise motionless, the lithe blonde didn’t so much as twitch until Kane managed to regain her feet though she was still doubled over pointed toward the corner. It was then Renquist leapt or rather dropped, the Beach Blaster ‘smecking’ down onto the Irishwoman with a Standing Headscissors / Waistlock combination that served as the launch pad for a glorious front flip with Kane still in her clutches! The ‘THAWHONK of skull on canvas was almost swallowed by the cacophony of the FAWNatics as yet another Lightweight contender found herself caught in the jaws of the Creature from the Blue Lagoon!
CREATURE FROM THE BLUE LAGOON @ 00:18
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0ckVWFbQ8I
Caught unawares by the ring-shaking Piledriver, Maeve reeled backward on her haunches only to hit the deck facedown mere heartbeats later. Galvanized by the adrenaline of spiking such a ferocious rival, Macy scrambled around to Kane’s feet and took possession of her left boot. Lifting Maeve’s lower leg off the mat as she got to her feet, Renquist snaked her right leg around the exposed stem and dropped / fell onto the veteran’s back in a full mount. Aside from wrenching Maeve’s leg at an unpleasant angle, her new arrangement allowed Macy to hook a Half Nelson on the grounded grappler’s left arm. Just like that she looped her right arm around Kane’s exposed neck and bore down as hard as she could, the Slappin’ Sensation using every bit of her hundred and seventeen pounds to torment her prey with the Renquistition!
“Tap out.” Macy demanded of / whispered to the squirming lovely as she poured on the pressure. “Tap out or sleep, cutie. There’s no other way.”
“Grrrnnnnnhhhh, f*ck yer threats, little RRRRGGGGGHHHH!” Maeve’s defiance gurgled away to an agonized growl as Renquist yoked her head back at an increasingly malicious angle. Robbed of her left arm and leg, Kane quickly abandoned her effort to prize Macy’s arm away and instead tried to draaaaaaaaaaaaag the knotted blondes toward the strands.
Macy made no move to thwart these efforts, she did however shift her position to ensure Kane was carrying her weight in the most awkward way possible. To make matters worse she’d occasionally rear back and wrench Maeve’s upper body from side to side, just rag-dolling the Irish battler as much as her grip would allow. Kane endured the first of these treatments without incident, but had slowed considerably after the second. The third stopped her entirely, that once questing right arm dangling limply as Renquist continued to reef back on her head and upper body.
Noting the lack of protest from his charge, Al Carpenter swooped in and asked, “Still with us, Maeve? Tell me something? Can you continue?”
He waited a full five seconds, got nothing more than ragged breath for his efforts. “She’s out!” Carpenter stood up and turned around in the same motion, the lanky zebra already throwing a signal to the Timekeeper.
The bell clanged and the champ’s theme began to play, but Macy didn’t break the hold until the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knock-out and STILL the FAWN Lightweight Champion… MACY RENQUIST!”
“Night night, baby.” Macy pecked a humid kiss against the crown of her opponent’s skull, then let loose and rolled onto her back beside Maeve in an exhausted sprawl.
She was still looking up at the lights when Al arrived with the belt. “Need a hand?”
“Nuuuhhhh…. not yet.” she rasped. “Just, hold my hand up a sec, would ya?” Macy raised her left hand and Carpenter took hold to keep it raised in acknowledgement of her victory. Once that was settled her offered her the belt, which the exhausted champion took after she’d managed to sit up. Strapping it around her waist, Renquist treated Kane’s rump to a possessive swat before she stood up and stretched her arms wide.
“Measuring stick right here, baby.” Macy explained to the crowd and any potential challengers. “Step up if you wanna see how you compare, just know if you bring the sass this measuring stick is gonna slap you down.” She finished with a wink and a grin, then spun around on one heel and headed to the corner to reclaim her jacket and headphones before taking to the ramp for a hard-fought victory stroll.