IC TITLE: Victoria Hackenschmidt vs. Jenny Jacobs

The Knight’s done it! Intercontinental Champion Victoria Hackenschmidt has matched the longest reign in FAWN history and done it with the same title. Sixteen months have passed since Victoria defeated Harriet Larkin for the travelling title at FAWNMania 2021, and since then has defended the belt in the famous FAWN arena every month since bringing the title back to prominence after frequently changing hands in a number of promotions. On this momentous day in the German’s career, who will dare to challenge Victoria for the title and withstand the fury of a top-level competitor on the edge of breaking new ground? Who will break their fists on the stone pillar in the ocean of violence that is professional wrestling? Let’s find out!



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As the fans return from their snack trips and bathroom breaks, all the lights in the arena cut out. Ten seconds of complete darkness filled with an excited hollering follow… and then it’s broken by booming orchestrate music and a shaft of light dead center on the stage. The audio of Giacomo Puccini’s three-stage opera feels perfectly appropriate, with the sight of The Knight stepping through the curtains. Victoria drinks in the uproarious response the FAWNatics give her; they’re friendlier than they used to be. There’s still the core of negativity, but it’s drowned out by the people earnestly congratulating her accomplishments.



Hackenschmidt takes a calming breath through her nose and sets down the ramp. The German giant stands tall and armourless except for her head. She wears a silver Corinthian helmet that protects the back and sides of her skull but leaves her high-boned cheeks free with a strip of metal stretched down from the center opening to cover her nose. The helm is smooth other than an artful etching that circles the top of the skull resembling a bejewelled crown. The most crucial thing on Victoria’s person is around her waist, the vaunted Intercontinental Championship belt. Under the spotlight, it shines as the brightest beacon to any potential challenger, employed by FAWN or not, to try and pry it from The Valiant One’s grasp.



Head bowed in silent prayer, her hands clutch a cross-hilted broadsword nearly four feet in length, a replica of a family heirloom that hung over the fireplace in her family estate in Hesse. Shaking off negative thoughts with a mighty roar, Victoria flexes her powerful arms and hefts the replica blade up to a cheering audience, then onto her shoulder before beginning her march towards the ring, the spotlights following her every step.



"Standing at 5 feet 11 inches and weighing in at 152 pounds!! From Phoenix, Arizona, by way of Hesse, Germany!! She is The Valiant One!! The Intercontinental Champion, Victoria “The Knight” Hackenschmidt!!!”



VICTORIA HACKENSCHMIDT





The IC champ marches to the ring in her white halter top, revealing miles of lightly toned, pale tummy with matching boy-cut shorts that cling to her tight hindquarters. White boots and knee pads looking newly shined, and an elbow-length fingerless white glove on her right arm; all her gear has thin black lines that weave and intersect to resemble the plate armour she usually wears to the ring.



Before the bell, Victoria tries to keep her mind on the match ahead, but she still reaches her free arm out to Hi-Five FAWNatics, leaning over the guardrail. The Valiant One briefly detours to a set of steel steps where a solid-looking metal box with a small slit cut into the top sat by the ring apron. Hackenschmidt takes the sword off her shoulder and swiftly swings it in a broad circle before smoothly plunging it down into the box, next she takes off her helmet, revealing her windswept blonde hair is longer than a pixie cut but too short of reaching past her earlobes.



As her music dies down, the entrance euphoria dies along with it. A switch flips for a quarter of the Orlando audience, and the air fills with a cacophony of noise, boos and cheers competing for dominance. The feral fans want a champ that shows a little more skin or has a colourful demeanour, but Victoria’s finally starting to win them over; her fanmail no longer contains threats made from letters cut out from magazines!



These competing factions went on unabated for more than thirty seconds before they realized that neither the Announcer nor the speakers had barged in to interrupt. Curiosity quieted all but the most enthusiastic on either side, but another ten seconds was enough to reduce the capacity crowd to a buzzing, anticipatory almost-silence. “And introducing her opponent...”



INVINCIBLE:



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Surprise grew to incredulity and blossomed to an absolute cacophony of noise during the first twenty seconds of Invincible, the latter growing all the louder when the curtains parted and the Innovator stepped onto a FAWN stage for the first time in three years.



JENNY JACOBS:





“And introducing her opponent! Hailing from Antonio Bay, California! She stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-three pounds. She is a former Intercontinental Champion, a former World Champion and last but certainly not least, the Girl of 8,675, 309 Holds! Ladies and gentlemen, I give to you... JENNY JACOBS!”



Jenny, who'd let her FAWN contract expire at the end of 2019 and proceeded to spend the next three years wrestling on every continent that wasn't Antarctica, looked genuinely surprised at the raucous 'WELCOME BACK!' chants that seemed primed to shake the building to its foundation. Blue eyes sparkling, the NorCal Sensation abruptly raised the J's high overhead and was pleased to see them returned a thousand-fold. They came down a few seconds later, but only one went into the invisible holsters at her hips, the other reached behind her back and produced a microphone that'd been deftly secured in the waistband of her trunks.



Drawing an index finger across her throat to kill the music, Jacobs brought the mic to her lips, hesitated for a moment, then said, “It's nice to see you too, Orlando.” This brought another round of chanting, though she only let it carry on for a few seconds before continuing on. “As you may have noticed, I haven't been around much lately. My last contract expired and with a couple title runs and a pretty impressive streak of 'Mania appearances to my credit, I decided to travel the globe and challenge all those names that had eluded me during the first decade of my career. And it was one hell of an adventure, no doubt about that. In three years, I've held gold on five continents and I mean to add Australia to my collection sooner than later. Never lost track of this place, though. How could I? I made my name here. I made a career that allowed me the financial freedom to travel the world without any concern for how much it might cost. I met my husband here. We made a life together, one that's held strong even after I knew I just HAD to win the Dragon's Breath Ladies Championship on the other side of the world. Life was good. Life IS good, in fact. I was content with my time here and happy to build my legacy elsewhere... but for the last six months or so, there's been a steadily increasing stream of messages reaching me on social media.”



Jacobs turned her attention to the big blonde in the squared circle. “And they're all about you, Victoria. 'She's getting closer to your record, Jenny!' they say. 'Aren't you worried they'll break it?' they say. 'What do you have if you don't have the longest IC record?' they say. The answer to that is, a whole helluva lot. Frankly, I've been rooting for you ever since Bethany started throwing roadblocks in your way. It means you're doing things right. And if Bethany's pissed off, I'm not going to do anything to soothe her nerves if I can help it. It occurs to me though, you're a fighting champion. You pride yourself on facing down whatever monster stomps through these curtains so you can hold that belt high when it's all over. That's exactly the sort of attitude the Intercontinental Champion should possess. It's not a title for poseurs, pretenders or wannabes, it belongs around the waist of a woman who wants to prove she can carry this whole company on her shoulders. In all honesty Victoria, I'm more than happy to let you beat my record and carry the IC title into the future, IF you can beat me to do it. What do you say, champ?”



Victoria, who'd been watching things unfold with an expression of nervous delight, immediately stepped to the center of the ring and laid the belt on the canvas at her feet. Sweeping a hand over the leather and gold, she straightened up, took a step back and extended a hand toward the smaller blonde.



Challenge accepted.



Back on stage, Jenny nodded and smiled. “Hit my music, please.”



Invincible started again and Jenny strode down the aisle with arms stretched wide. She might've left a tweener, but absence made the heart grow fonder and the Jacobites were delighted to have their leader back on her home turf. For tonight's battle against the dominant champion, the sturdy blonde battler sported the indigo version of her ‘starstruck’ briefs as well as a matching halter-style top with the cups held together by a small metal buckle in the shape of a star. Her boots and pads were a deep, glossy black, while her hair was swept back in a bob that just tickled her shoulders. Reaching the foot of the ramp she took the time to make a circuit around the ring to greet all the front-row FAWNatics heading up the steel steps.



Careful to wipe the soles of her boots on the apron, she took the top rope in both hands and vaulted into the squared circle with a crisp little 'thump!' Giving the Valiant One a wide berth for the moment, she turned to the hard camera and offered everyone another pair of upraised J's. Both of them went into the holsters this time, thus ensuring the challenger had both hands free when she backed into the opposite corner to await Craig's final inspection.



Victoria Hackenschmidt had seven inches and nearly twenty pounds on the challenger, and yet when the bell CLANGED several seconds later, the astute observer would swear she was the one dealing with butterflies in her stomach. Even so, there was no hesitation in the towering blonde's stride when she headed toward the center of the ring. Jenny wasted no time moving to meet her, the former IC & World Champion raising her hands to shoulder level to best greet the Knight's opening salv--



Vic lunged in low and fast, but Jacobs proved the tiniest bit faster by spinning out of the way with a whisper to spare. Hackenschmidt recovered in a trice and swung around to find the-- “UNGH!” Jenny hopped up and THWHAPPED a Low Dropkick into her opponent's right thigh! Victoria staggered, but caught her balance without taking a knee which resulted in Jacobs landing two more quick leg kicks before the champ caught hold of her kickin' ankle in both hands! Hackenschmidt yanked hard enough to make the smaller wrestler yelp, then she pulled the captured limb to the right and swept it back in the other direction to spin the Innovator around on her plant foot. Ready and waiting when Jacobs comes back around, Victoria explodes forward with her right arm extended for a ClothesliNO!



Jenny dipped, hooked an arm around Hackenschmidt's bicep and swept behind Vic's back to finish up on the opposite side with the big blonde doubled over with her noggin in a Front Facelock. Clamping down tight, JJ goes up on tiptoe and-- “HHHRRRRRGGGHHHH!” Hackenschmidt wrapped her arms around the NorCal Sensation's waist and muscles her into the air with a massive Bear Hug!



BEAR HUG:



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“I can't tell you how much I appreciate your challenge, Jenny.” Vic murmured as she squeezed the smaller wrestler against her chest with the simple, agonizing hold. “But you must know I will fight until my last breath to ensure it ends in defeaNGH! NGH! NGH!”



Wriggling free of the Knight's grip was out of the question, so Jacobs raised her left arm overhead and brought it down once, twice, three times, the point of her elbow gouging into the crown of Hackenschmidt's skull! Stiff though they were, it wasn't enough to free her from the Hug so Jenny stretched her arms out to shoulder level and SMACKED her hands behind Victoria's head to THWHAP her forearms against the champion's ears!



That one got the job done and Jacobs dropped to the mat with a grunt. A broadside Kneelift to Vic's tummy doubled her over enough for Jenny to grab a double handful of hair and pull the Knight's chin down against the top of her head. Going down on one knee wasn't gonna be enough for a threat like Hackenschmidt, so Jenny hopped up and dropped to her butt to put even more 'oommph!' on the Jawbreaker she tacked to Victoria's chin!



The Valiant One rocked back on heels, but she was still upright and the challenger knew she had to negate that height advantage as quickly as possible. Three more quick kicks to Hackenschmidt's right thigh had Vic hopping on one foot and that's all the opening Jacobs needed to deliver another Low Dropkick, this time to the other blonde's left knee! Victoria cried out and finally crumpled to one knee which meant Jacobs didn't have to go up on tiptoe to snatch a double handful of hair. Yanking the Knight's head down as she lunged forward, the Innovator THUNKED a hard Kneelift between Hackenschmidt's eyes!



Victoria groaned, then pumped a few heavy punches into the challenger's midsection to create some separation. Jenny backed off, hit the ropes and roared out at full speed, the former champ taking to the skies to somersault over the penitent champion. Hooking Hackenschmidt's head in a Front Facelock as she passed by, Jenny laid out on her back and THWHAMMED the Valiant One to the deck with a snappy Basement Blockbuster!



LOW ANGLE RUNNING BLOCKBUSTER:



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Victoria's head bounced hard and she quickly rolled onto her stomach to prevent a pin from the challeng--“OOOOOFFFHHH!”



Jenny skidded in from the right with a gorgeous Baseball Slide that doubled as a Dropkick to the champ's ribs! The force of it rolled Hackenschmidt onto her right side, where she remained while the challenger dropped to a seat beside her. Taking possession of the downed Destroyer's left wrist and ankle, Jacobs braced both heels against the small of her foe's back and puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuled as hard as she could, Jenny stretching out full length to bend Victoria into an agonizing 'U' courtesy a Bow & Arrow!



Jenny let the hold play out for several seconds before she jostled her heels into the small of the Arizonan's back to add some more strain. “Took a while to get you down here, champ.” she huffed. “Hope you enjoy the view.”



Vic shook her head 'no' to silence Craig's question before he could even answer it. “It is most impressive.” she agreed. “I can't wait to share it with you.”



Jacobs shook her head 'no', straightened up into a seat, then CRANKED backward while thrusting her planted feet forward, the Innovator treating her powerful adversary like a most valiant rowing machine! “Spent plenty of time down there already, Vic. You want me down there? You're going to have to earn it.”



Hackenschmidt had every intention of doing just that, but with two of four limbs thoroughly bound, it was easier said than done. Clenching her teeth to suppress a groan when Jenny punished her with a third wrench on the Bow & Arrow, Victoria gouged her right elbow into the canvas and draaaaaaaaaaaaaaagged their combined weight a little bit closer to the ropes. Straining out her right leg confirmed release was still several inches away, so Hackenschmidt continued the trek despite several more painful contortions from the NorCal Sensation. Eventually, the Knight managed to drape her right foot over the bottom strand. “Break!” she called to Jacobs and Craig Long.



Jenny relinquished her hold on the champion's wrist, but deftly doubled her control on Victoria's ankle. Scrambling to verticality in the blink of an eye, Jacobs rocked up on her heels, then dropped to her back with that long leg still in her possession to send a nasty jolt through Hackenschmidt's inner thigh with a sort of half Wishbone! Vic yelped, sat up, and got knocked flat when Jenny put a short boot in her chest!



“C'mon Jenny, she reached the ropes!” Long complained to JJ as she proceeded to stretch Hackenschmidt's left leg out against the mat.



“Yeah, that's why I released the hold.” Jacobs agreed. “Why didn't you start the count?”



Craig sighed and began to count. As for Jenny, she planted a foot on Victoria's shin to keep that long stem in place while she got to her feet. From there she leapt up, stretched out full length and came down with every bit of her hundred and thirty so pounds SPLASHING down on Hackenschmidt's thigh!



The Valiant One shuddered, grabbed hold of the bottom rope in both hands and dragged herself under the bottom rope to the floor. Wincing as she put some weight down on her sore leg, the big blonde forced herself to walk it off as she took a slow lap around ringside. As for Jenny, she got to one knee and kept a close eye on Hackenschmidt's progress. Chopping down a big tree like the IC champ wasn't gonna be easy, but she'd done it once and she was satisfied she could do it again. Out on the floor, Victoria reached the steel steps and climbed them, showing next to no hitch in her giddyup. She paused on the apron to give Jacobs a look like she expected the Californian to rush her, but Jenny simply held her ground. None too pleased to be driven from the ring after their first skirmish, Hackenschmidt nodded to a silent resolution to herself, then stepped over the ropes and went straight for the Innovator.



Jacobs had expected some sort of reproach from the big blonde (she'd encountered plenty of 'honorable' types that got super snippy when they weren't in complete control) so she was rather taken aback when Victoria came on like runaway Icebreaker. Dipping under the champ's grapple at the last possible second, Jenny whipped around on her heel and delivered two more kicks to the other blonde's right thi--“NNNNNGGGHHH!”



Rather than waste time turning to locate her adversary, Hackenschmidt simply cocked her left elbow at shoulder level and lunged backward to THUMP the bony joint between Jenny's eyes! It was nothing more complex than a Back Elbow, yet the blow snapped Jacobs' head back and sent her staggering, the Californian stepping in fence-post holes as she tried to regain her equilibrium. She'd just taken a knee when Vic as upon her, the champ snatching hold of her foe's wrist to haul her back to verticality. From there, it was a big step back and a forceful Irish Whip that sent Jenny bounding into the far corner in several loping strid--“OOOOOOOOFFFFHHH!”



She'd barely turned her back to the buckles when a hard-charging Hackenschmidt got low and pushed off her back foot to DRIVE a huge Shoulderblock into the pit of the challenger's stomach! The force of it stuffed Jacobs' butt up onto the second turnbuckle, not that this dissuaded the Valiant One from thum-thum-THUMPING three more Shoulderblocks into that fluttering midsection. Never one to lose track of her position in the ring (even when she was getting pummeled) Jenny hooked an arm over the top rope and grunted, “BREAK!” as forcibly as she could between impacts.



Victoria heard her, stood up and swept hair out of her face as Craig hurried over. “I'll need a count, please.”



Then she went right back to it, Vic putting hard miles on Jenny's chassis with another half dozen Shoulderblocks by the time the official reached 'FOUR!' Peeling Jacobs from the corner with a handful of hair, Hackenschmidt dipped her head and wedged it beneath the challenger's left arm while simultaneously threading her arms around the other blonde's waist. In the next instant she got low and popped her hips to take the NorCal Sensation up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders with a huge Saito Suplex! Jenny flopped through the landing to come to a rest on her side, which was where she stayed until Victoria shoveled her onto her back and hooked the far leg in a domineering pin good for the...



SAITO SUPLEX:



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ONE! TWO!! Jenny swings a shoulder up in time. Victoria immediately moves on to her next offence; Jacobs isn’t an opponent where you can waste time debating the ref. She drags the NorCal Sensation to her feet with grips on Jenny’s bicep and wrist and German Whips(An Irish Whip but more powerful)the former World Champion on the way to an adjacent corner and follows two steps behind. Again, Jenny shows the ring sense not to give Victoria her back and turns in time for another spine to turnbuckles impact, just to be squashed and made breathless by a flat-footed Running Splash. The height difference alone allowed for the telltale [i[Smek[/i] of tummy-on-tits and gives Jenny a small taste of Victoria’s smaller bounty.



Victoria lays on the challenger for a couple of heartbeats, so Jenny can feel the weight of the champion before backing up a single step and letting her breathe. “It’s only fitting I meet you here,” considers Victoria as she grabs hold of the top ropes and pulls herself into wide perch on the middle ones, now straddling the dazed and cornered Jacobs, “It means more now that I’ve climbed to the same plateau.” The Knight reminds everyone she’s spec’d in a wide range of skills by hopping onto Jacobs’ hips while grabbing the back of her head and throwing her considerable weight back. Jenny comes out of her stupor just as she’s catapulted nine-tenths of the way across the ring with a Monkey-no, a Gorilla Flip!



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The fans’ ‘OOOHH’ arcs in perfect synchronicity with Jenny’s flight, hitting its climax as she flips mid-air and ending when she Thwams on her back in the shadow of a corner. Jenny bounces off the firm plywood of the ring floor like it’s a painful trampoline onto her knees, then she speedily ‘walks’ the final stretch to the cables and throws an arm over the middle strand while the other tends to her sore back.



"Does she think she has the Lightweight title?' ponders Jenny in pained wonderment. Normally, wrestlers around Victoria's size stick to simple smashes, splashes and throws. Anything else feels unfair. And that Unfairness would continue; in the girlish mindset of wanting to impress the woman who set the record, Victoria high-knees it across the ring and lunges for the cables beside Jenny. Taking the top and middle ropes in hand, Victoria swings her Destroyer class body through the gap and kicks Jenny in the face on the backswing!



TIGER FINTE TRITT

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“Hrugh!”



Jenny’s put on her back once again by Hackenschmidt’s alarmingly agile offence; the blow landed clean, but The Knight half-expected Jenny to be back up and kicking her legs before Victoria could try for a cover. Instead, the Californian lays face up, moaning and supporting her aching head.



That earlier elbow was more effective than anticipated, thought Victoria, She glances at the set of ropes to their right and sees her next move. That's enough flash, time for substance. Victoria runs to the ropes with those long, muscled legs, and when she rebounds back, leaps over Jenny’s feet to flatten her enviable breasts with a Seated Senton.



Thwam! “Arragh!”



Jenny rolls out of the danger zone, dodging those German Glutes and letting them crash onto the hard canvas, sending a shocking tremor up Hackenschmidt’s tailbone, The current IC Champion’s stuck in a wide-legged seated with hands and face twisted by pain while Jenny kips up and darts to Victoria’s Six O’Clock. Reaching over The Knight’s shoulders, Jenny takes her wrist and stretches Victoria’s arms out and

back as she digs a knee into her vertebrae. Jenny grins at the hiss she conjures from her sister record-holder as she jostles the joint in her back, “I was hoping you’d pin me so I could reverse it. I had a special cover planned with a lot of twists and flips.”



“Ggh!” Victoria bit down a yelp at another prodding of her back and silently cursed herself for the sound she let out, “Sorry to disappoint, though you should prepare… to feel more of that!”



Victoria’s speech begins to stutter as she summons that famous strength of hers, slowly, shakingly, pulling her arms along with Jenny’s from 7 and 5 to 8 and 4. Jenny’s not a fan of this development and pulls out a ‘special’ cover like the one she alluded to a moment ago. Releasing Victoria’s right arm, Jenny steps over the German’s left to straddle the limb and then pivots closer to Victoria and recaptures the right arm to pull it into a Hammerlock.



“Get ready, Craig!”



The Innovator lurches into a side roll that upends The Knight on her neck and shoulders, leaving her kicking legs and toned, jostling rump in the air as the official counts her doom.



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ONE! TWO!! THNOOO!!



In a violent burst of motion that risked a double dislocation, Victoria explodes out of the pin into a hands-free headstand before toppling onto her front. She rushes to all fours and looks to the ref with desperation in her eyes; she holds up two fingers and fearfully asks, “Two?!”



Craig nods, “You’re still in it, champ.”



Victoria sighs a sigh of relief and raises to a knee, and then a charging Jenny places a boot on that knee and uses it as a kickstand while raising her free leg into a vertical split. It wisks through the air as Jenny drives her heel down onto Victoria’s crown like a pickaxe into hard soil.



BETTER THAN BURLINGAME

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The Knight drops like a puppet with its strings cut back to the canvas and languidly turns onto her back, crosseyed and seeing indigo stars. The NorCal Sensation throws up the J’s and it's mirrored by the thousands of FAWNatics in the arena and many watching at home, but it’s only Jenny’s whose shadows cover the fallen champion.



“Gotta keep your head in the game, Vic!”



After that helpful hint, Jenny scoops up Hackenschmidt’s right leg, curls her left leg around it and then takes The Valiant One’s left leg and entangles it in the knot. Jenny throws up the double J’s one more time before whipping herself to the mat in a wicked spiral; Jenny lands on her rear while Victoria is spun onto her elbows and brought back to her full, agonizing senses. The nerves in her legs set ablaze by Jacobs's Inverted Figure Four.



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Not too far away Jenny occupied the opposite end of the pain spectrum, indeed the Innovator looked calm, cool and collected as she alternately increased and relaxed the pressure to ensure Victoria never grew too familiar with the gammy anguish. She'd been working the hold for perhaps ten seconds when Craig Long hurried over to the action. Glancing between his two charges, he paused on Jenny with a questioning look, one she answered with a quick nod. “What do you say, Vic?” he asked after sinking to one knee. “Need to call it a nigh-- I mean, do you want to throw in the towel?”

Hackenschmidt, who'd been fighting to steady herself ever since the hold was applied, fixed the zebra with a stony glare. “I... didn't come this far to share a record, Mr. Long. I'll either break it or I don't deserve HRRRRGGGHHHHHH!”

Aware that her trap wasn't optimized if Victoria could produce such a cogent response, Jacobs adjusted the placement of her left heel and puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuushed the IC Champ's right ankle in an agonizing direction! “Doesn't matter how big and strong you are, Victoria.” Jenny boosted her butt off the canvas to add that much more torque to the Inverted Figure Four. “Ankles, elbows, wrists and knees are the same for everyone. They can only take so much strain.”

The Valiant One knew this to be true, yet she would not, could not, consider surrender as long as another option remained viable. And Victoria Hackenschmidt surely had options. Driving her hands into the canvas with an audible 'smack!', she pushed her upper body off the mat and began to drag their combined weight toward the ropes.

Jenny made no effort to stop her, she did however endeavor to make every inch of the big blonde's journey an agonizing ordeal by continuously grinding and jostling her heel against that vulnerable ankle. Each new micro-adjustment brought a new grimace from the Knight and it wasn't long before there was a raucous 'TAP!' chant echoing in the rafters. Yet Victoria came to all battles with a legion of squires to support her campaigns and it was only a matter of heartbeats before they sought to bolster their heroine with a 'PLEASE DON'T!' chant of equal strength.

Hearing their support seemed to steel the big blonde's nerves, indeed she nodded along with the chant and actually increased the pace of her efforts! She was no more than a strong lunge from sanctuary when Jenny abandoned the knot and scrambled to verticality. The relief that flooded through Vic's legs was so strong that it actually froze her progress long enough for the NorCal Sensation to circle around on her left and take to the sky, JJ pulling her knees up against her chest to better compact every bit of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds before she THWHUMPED down on the center of Hackenschmidt's back!

Victoria cried out and would've rolled onto her stomach if Jacobs hadn't already snatched hold of her ankles to drag her back to the center of the ring! “NO!” Hackenschmidt reached for the receding strands, then pounded a fist against the mat when she realized her hard work all amounted to nothing. She was preparing herself for a repeat trek when a lightning bolt struck her ankle, raced all the way up to her hip and shot right back down! Behind her, Jenny had secured the champ's left ankle in the crook of her left elbow and gripped the outside edge of the Arizonan's boot with her right hand. The first application of real pressure caused the aforementioned lightning bolt, another rough torque made the Valiant One cover her head in her arms in a show of abject distress the FAWNatics had never seen during her run with the Intercontinental gold.



ANKLE LOCK:

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Behind her, Jacobs didn't gloat, she didn't even smirk. The blonde's features could've been carved from stone for all the expression she showed while dishing out such agonizing punishment. “There's no shame in tapping out, Vic,” Jenny said eventually. “You know you'll get your rematch, no questions asked. I don't give a damn what Bethany wants for this belt, you've earned the right to--”

Hackenschmidt abruptly pushed up and rolled over onto her back, a move that alleviated the worst of the Ankle Lock's pain without actually freeing her foot. That was ok though because the Valiant One drew her right leg in close before unleashing a massive Mule Kick aimed at the point of Jenny's chiNO! Jacobs felt the reversal coming and deftly tucked Victoria's foot under her right armpit, then laid out on her back while simultaneously threading her legs around Hackenschmidt's vulnerable thigh! “GAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”



HEEL HOOK:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=VmaIO7UoYAs



Vic couldn't conceal a wail as the Heel Hook put additional strain on her left knee, not to mention that already tender ankle. Several more seconds whisked by before Jenny broke the silence. “You don't want to tap out? That's fine, I won't waste my breath asking. But I'm not going to get bored or tired of these holds, Victoria. You want out? You're gonna have to find a way.”

Breathing deep to suppress as much of the pain as possible, the Knight slowly sat up and locked eyes with the challenger. “Yuuuuhhh... your candor is appreciated.” she huffed. “Now if you'll excuse me...” Hackenschmidt jabbed her elbows into the mat, hauled herself forward, then stretched her arms overhead to see if the ropes were within reach. They were not, so she repeated the tactic a second time. And a third. And a fou--“BREAK!”

A thunderous roar of applause from the Valiant Legions as their commander grabbed the bottom strand in both hands! Jenny disengaged at once, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds spinning to one knee en route to standing up and retreating back to the center of the ring to catch her breath. As for Victoria, she dragged herself to a seat in the ropes and very gingerly tended to her wounded leg. Her knee was sore, but nothing she hadn't endured during her earlier battles to keep the gold around her waist. Her ankle though... she ground her teeth as she massaged it through the protection of her boot.

Keenly aware of Craig Long's hovering presence, she trained her attention on the official and told him, “I'll be fine.”

Craig thought the pallor in her face looked anything but 'fine,' yet he wasn't going to question the Knight once she grabbed hold of the top rope and pulled herself to boot-leather, seemingly on one leg.

Using every bit of her will not to wince when she put any weight on her left foot, the towering Destroyer tucked some loose hair back behind her ears and looked at the Innovator. “Shall we resume?”

Jenny stepped back while beckoning her forward. “We shall.”

Vic trudged forward, leading with her right leg in hopes of resting the injured left, but a quick feint from JJ caused her to shift her weight onto her back foot and the resultant yelp meant she couldn't defend against the Toe Kick Jacobs buried in the pit of her stomach. Spinning around on one heel as the champ doubled over, Jenny reached back with her right arm to collect Hackenschmidt's head in a Three-Quarters Facelock of sorts. In the next instant, she dipped her knees and sprang skyward, Jenny shooting up 'n over to wind up behind the big blonde with both knees wedged firmly between Victoria's shoulders. Even with both legs in good order, Vic would've had a hard time blocking the Spivy Point Driller. With one effectively removed from the equation, she was torn from her moorings and THWHUMPED down on those encroaching joints with sickening force! She bounced away and slopped to one side where Jenny glommed on at shoulder and hip and tugged her onto her back so she could hook the far leg for...



SPIVEY POINT DRILLER:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=YTh3wAOLwLU



ONE...

TWO...

THRENOOOOOOOO!

The Towering Titan wrenched loose with half a second to spare, Vic throwing an index finger high into the air to prove she wasn't finished yet.

From Jenny there was no gasping incredulity, no time wasted double and triple checking Craig Long's count. Victoria Hackenschmidt hadn't tied her IC record with half-assed efforts so she wasn't going to question a kick-out while the other blonde was still conscious. Back on her feet while the Valiant One was still struggling to all fours, Jenny filled her hands with the champ's hair and dragged her upright so she could hook her right arm across Hackenschmidt's chest to grip the nape of her-- “NGH! NGH! NGH!”

Victoria wasn't even sure if Jacobs could land the Jennycide considering the height disparity, but she had no interest in finding out one way or the other, which was why she SLAMMED her left elbow into the side of the Innovator's head until Jenny was forced to abandon the effort! Catching a handful of hair before Jenny could stagger out of her reach, Victoria crouched down (being careful to keep all her weight on her right leg) and earned several loud 'OOOOHHH's' from the crowd when she muscled JJ up onto her shoulders in a one-legged Fireman's Carry! Those oooohhhh's became ouches when the Knight simply dropped backward, the big blonde using every bit of her hundred and fifty-two pounds to THWHAM Jacobs against the thinly-sheathed plywood courtesy of a Samoan Drop!



SAMOAN DROP:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=fifZPSeDPD4



Jenny shuddered violently on impact, alas her troubles were only just beginning as the one-legged Knight somersaulted backward over the challenger to end up on her knees with the smaller blonde once again astride her shoulders in a Fireman's Carry. Clambering to boot-leather quite a bit slower than she would've liked, Hackenschmidt nonetheless managed a rousing battle cry when she 'hupped' the NorCal Sensation from the Fireman's Carry to a Powerbomb stall like the former World Champ was little more than a bag of leaves! Just like that, she looped her arms around Jenny's upper thighs and dropped to her butt to THAWHAM Jacobs to the deck with a thunderous Teutonic Bomb! Jacobs landed nice and flat so the champ hooked her legs over the Californian's biceps and leaned in tight against those upturned haunches while Craig Long and all her squires counted off...



TEUTONIC BOMB:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=474stCLamHQ



ONE… TWO… THRNOOOO!!!! Jenny heaves herself up from under Victoria’s stems and gets a shoulder off the mat, her right arm is freed in the escape from the pin and she uses it to lop some fast, sloppy punches into the meat of German’s left leg. The power in Jenny’s fist has dipped from suffering two BIG slams consecutively, but she wisely targeted the leg she’d been victimizing for most of the match. Victoria shudders with the flare of electricity in her limb but she turns that pain into action and slugs Jacobs in the gut with a downward punch, stopping the Innovator’s resistance entirely. The returning veteran releases a hoarse moan the FAWNatics have never heard from Jacobs before; the near-impaled challenger holds her middle in fear something may spill out as she’s turned face down and mounted by the champion.



“You said earlier you’ve spent enough time down here already,” Hackenschmidt lays across Jenny’s back, scissoring the Californian’s right arm between her thighs and wrenching Jenny’s left arm back and tucking it under an armpit. “Even so, let me ask; has the view changed since you were away?” Victoria locks her hands against Jenny’s cheek and slowly tears at the challenger’s neck with a modified Crossface!



BRIMIR’S BITE

youtu.be/pQD_UZDsvIg?t=141



The view actually was different. The colour of the canvas had gone from Porcelain White to Daisy White; if Jenny cared to ask, it had something to do with reducing glare on the cameras. But she has far more pressing concerns at the moment, in particular, the pulsing pain blooming at the base of her neck and radiating to her brain. It’s hard to move her jaw or even breath in this hold, but the wrenched wench still growls out a defiant answer to The Knight’s question as she tries to slug her way backwards. Each centimetre gained a laborious triumph under the top-tier Destroyer’s weight.



“Eeeeergha little bit! But not enough to keep me here for much longer!”



Victoria allows herself a little grin. She’s not one for ‘trash talk’ but Jacobs seems like someone she can get along with. Victoria cranks the hold a touch more and speaks once Jacobs’ scream dies down, “Perhaps you need more time to appreciate the little details.”



Referee Craig Long hovers nearby, feeling very anxious at the angle of Jennifer’s neck, “What’d do ya, say Jenny? It’s your first night back. Why risk time on the shelf?”



“I… appreciate… the concern!” Jenny’s thankful at the opportunity to speak, something else to focus on besides the mind-shredding hurt. “But… HackenschmidtTTTSHIT!... Will be me letting go… Right… NOW! BREAK!”



Victoria and Ref. Craig look over The Knight’s shoulder to see the toe of Jacobs’ boot pressing into the bottom rope. In Victoria's fervour to get the match back under her control, she failed to account for their placement in the ring before trapping Jacobs in the jaws of the giant who makes up the world.



Victoria mutters a curse under her breath, "Scheisse…" and releases Jenny without a count. As the Heroine of Hesse gets up and hobbles away, her ankle is still a problem. The ref kneels by Jenny and asks, "Can you continue?"



The NorCal Sensation grimaces as she tenderly massages her neck while cautiously rotating her head to all points on a compass, “Oh yeah, I’m great. I’ll be three inches taller and the IC champion after I win.”



Craig internally sighs; just once, he’d like a wrestler to listen and throw in the towel before someone gets hurt. Jenny stands up with the help of the ropes and walks over to Victoria, who stands ready at center ring in a crouch. Watching with a well-trained and experienced eye, Jenny can tell the gigantic German is supporting most of her weight on her right leg. That and the fact Victoria didn’t rush her as she was coming off the ropes means Jenny’s plan is working and that left wheel’s falling off the axis.



Careful not to overplay her hand, Jenny drops into a similar crouch to Hackenschmidt just out of The Knight’s range and begins circling the stationary champion. “Thanks for the breather. You’re taking a bit of a risk doing that at this point.”



Victoria turns in time with Jenny’s form; her plant foot never leaves its spot so she’s just pivoting clockwise, waiting to counter the Innovator’s next attack. “You gave me the same courtesy, and I will have no doubts about the outcome of this match. When I win, it will be considergAH!”



An indigo boot snaps against Victoria’s left calf, wavering the champion’s foundation. Jenny keeps on Victoria’s bad leg like a dog with a bone, peppering it with kicks while waiting for the moment to strike when the Destroyer’s most vulnerable. Finally, after putting some power behind a Roundhouse that spanks above Victoria’s knee, the champion’s face screws up as she cries out, “Gahh!” and curls in on herself to hold her knee. Jenny dashes forward, reaching for Victoria’s bowed head.



“Ooogh!” Jenny’s rocked by Hackenschmidt when she pistons a toe-kick above the challenger’s navel with her hurting leg. A flash of nausea comes over Jenny and she has to brace her palms against the canvas to keep from faceplanting. Hackenschmidt pounces on the standard-bearer and takes Jacobs in a Butterfly Lock. She takes in a quick breath, then heaves Jacobs skyward; she keeps the challenger’s soles pointing straight at the lights for two beats to let the moment sink before falling back and rattling the Innovator’s skeleton with a Smith-Worthy Suplex!



youtu.be/LXp0prBE3_s?t=6



Jenny shows some legendary grit and rolls to a knee after the impact but is too slow to stop Victoria from bounding over and taking her in another Butterfly Lock. The smaller blonde braces herself for another rollercoaster ride when her feet leave the mat but finds herself stalled and hanging against Victoria, the back of her neck pushing against The Knight’s lower abdominals.



ZUGSPITZE

youtu.be/es_CfKtMkVw?t=2040



“I believe fans refer to this submission as a ’forgotten classic’” touts Victoria over Jenny’s urgent cries and whimpers. “That’s mostly due to it being banned in most promotions due to untrained use causing injuries.”



Jenny believes her; the backs of her eyes are pounding and the darkness is starting to fill her vision. It’s hard to breathe and her neck and shoulders are KILLING her. What’s truly infuriating is how simple this move is- it’s like Jenny spent time building the most elaborate weapons and traps just to get hit in the head with a rock. She’ll have to get Victoria to teach her the basics of it before her next spar with Sydney Deschain. Jenny feels herself being raised another few inches and her toes go numb, she can’t take this much longer but she’s going to pass out but she can’t lose she-!



“Oooff!”



Victoria releases her quarry and lets Jenny flop into a boneless heap on the mat. Taking in a deep breath, she raises her left foot and rotates her ankle while wincing, “better, but I couldn’t support Jacobs' weight.” The Knight lowers to the mat and rolls her opponent face up, looping her arms behind Jenny’s knees; she folds the Innovator in half, pointing her toned and very missed buttocks to the camera.



ONE! TWO! THRENOOO!!!



Jacobs summons energy from the very depths of her soul and bucks out of Victoria’s grip with 0.5 seconds to spare! Victoria looks stunned… she looks between Jenny’s slowly writhing body and the official, who silently reiterates the result with two raised fingers. The Valiant One huffs angrily through her nostrils and pounds a fist into the canvas as she gets up. This has become frustrating, it’s time to go big.



With a stinging but not overly disrespectful grip on her hair, Victoria drags Jenny to stooped verticality. There’s a prevailing numbness in Jenny’s legs so she has to lean against her larger opponent to stay up, wrapping her arms around Victoria's waist in a light hug and resting her cheek against the sweat-moist lycra of The Knight’s halter top.



"You know, I've actually practiced the Jennycide more than a few times, " Victoria straightens Jenny up before she slides back down, her right arm falling from Victoria's hip. "Would you consider it an insult if I used it on youaiEE!"



The physically intimidating, martially skilled Hackenschmidt squeaks like a mouse when she feels Jenny's dangling hand reach around her leg and brush her nethers while grabing her thigh. This wasn't the challenger coping a feel but getting her hooks in; placing her feet wide, Jenny performs a Sensational act and sends Hackenschmidt flipping across the ring with a T-Bone Suplex!



youtu.be/qqDfb3VtH4I?t=265



The Knight is more adept in the air than most Destroyers in her body range and has the skills to land on her feet. But when a wrestler who’s a stone's throw from a Lightweight tosses you in the air like trash, it throws you off your game. Victoria crashes back-first onto the deck, causing a mild earthquake that shakes the ropes and unsteadies the referee. Victoria shoves off the mat to a knee fairly quickly but not fast enough to prevent Jenny from sidling up and positioning herself under her left arm, The woman of 8, 675, 309 Holds takes the Knight’s left foot and bends the leg till Victoria’s heel is against her butt and lifts the giant to the awe of the audience. Walking in speedy, about-to-fall-down steps, Jenny drops Victoria shin first on the top buckle!



BUCKLE ASSISTED SHINBREAKER

www.youtube.com/watch?v=3TUNFUT9qoY



The sympathetic groans of anguish from the FAWNatics overwhelmed Hackenschmidt's own cry because the Valiant One remained silent during her awkward tumble from the corner to the canvas, the sheer magnitude of the pain radiating from her left knee simply too large to be voiced by anything so prosaic as a scream. Beside her Jenny dropped to her knees in an exhausted heap and slowly rolled into a Back Press, the veteran careful to collect the right Vic's right leg since it presumably retained enough power to buck her off before Craig Long counted....

ONE...

TWO...

THRENOOOOOOOO!

The Knight didn't actually kick out, rather she reeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaached her right arm as far as she could and grabbed the bottom rope with half a whisper to spare!

Jacobs saw this, sighed deeply and went back to work with a double handful of hair. “Get up, Vic.” the NorCal Sensation muttered as she dragged the towering titan to her knees. “You really want to put your thumb in Bethany's eye? Then you've gotta get your ass up even if you've only got one leg to OOOFFFHHH!”

Hackenschmidt fired a straight right hand into Jenny's tummy, the force of it rocking the challenger back by several steps. “Yuuuhhh... you sure you want to motivate me, Jenny? That never ends well for those who attempt NNNNGGHHH!”

Jacobs stutter-stepped forward and DRILLED a Back Kick into the pit of Victoria's tummy. The skewering force of it doubled the big blonde over, thus giving Jenny more than enough time to rush in, snatch a Front Facelock and lay out on her back, the Innovator turning to a timeless classic to PLANT the crown of Hackenschmidt's skull against the deck. A simple DDT, even a flawlessly executed one, rarely earned roars from the crowd, yet the throng bellowed in startled delight when Victoria somersaulted through the impact to land on her back in a woozy sprawl!



SNAP DDT:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=DxSOvnmB30o



Jenny skidded around to go for another cover only to hiss in frustration when Hackenschmidt rolled onto her stomach! “Ok, you wanna stay down? You can stay down.” she told the Valiant One as she returned to verticality. “But I have to insist you stay here until I say otherwise.”

Quite certain that the champion wouldn't comply without good reason, Jenny positioned herself off Victoria's right shoulder and took to the skies in a gorgeous vertical leap that could've powered a 450 Splash, a Shooting Star Press or any number of other whirling dervishes from the Lightweight play list. But in this instance Jacobs elected for simplicity over flash and crooked her left arm up in a sharp 'V', the point of which she dropped across the nape of Hackenschmidt's neck!

The flattened Destroyer groaned in distress and swaddled her head in her arms which was just what the challenger wanted. Hurrying to the nearest appropriate corner in lieu of dishing out more punishment then and there, JJ grabbed the top rope in both hands and vaulted her way into the high rent district in a sinuous little leap that left her perched high above the canvas. Allowing herself a moment to draw a deep breath, Jenny raised the J's to the rafters, then turned them into a pair of pistols pointed at the vulnerable Knight. The Valiant Legions bellowed a warning to their heroine as the other blonde took flight and Vic heard them well enough, alas she was still thinking of her rattled noggin and Jenny's true target was much farther south as everyone discovered when the NorCal Sensation THWHAMMED the dagger of her elbow into the back of Hackenschmidt's left thigh!

“GAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” Victoria shuddered from end to end, rolled over onto her back with that damaged leg pulled tight to her ches--“NO!”

Jenny snatched the blonde's wounded ankle, stretched her leg out full length with a single violent yank, then used it to roll her right back onto her stomach. Still holding the other blonde's boot, Jacobs crouched down only to shoot up on tiptoes! She wasn't tall enough to hoist Hackenschmidt into a genuine handstand, but there was still a great deal of separation between the canvas and her left leg when Jenny dropped to her knees and THWHUMPED that poor joint against the thinly-sheathed plywood! Vic shuddered, tried to roll free and groaned piteously when Jenny threaded her right leg around that shredded left thigh. Wedging the Knight's shin in against her tummy at an awkward angle, Jenny stretched out on the Destroyer's back and quickly reached for her hands. Weary though she was, Victoria knew she couldn't let the Californian seize her hands so she crossed her arms under her chest and-- “NGH! NGH! NGH!” NGH!”

More than willing to shift focus as the situation demanded, Jacobs braced her right hand flat against the canvas and unleashed a stream of heavy Forearm Smashes to the base of Hackenschmidt's skull! The crowd groaned along with the champion, Vic stubbornly willing to endure this punishment if it meant not succumbing to-- THAWHAP! The Innovator reared back and put everything she had into a shot stiff enough to make Craig Long cringe. Pausing to catch her breath, Jacobs looked to the official and huffed, “She's not defending herself, Long. Are you gonna check to see if she can continue, or are you only worried about my safety?”

The ref frowned, hunkered down by the action. “What do you say, Vic? You hanging in there?”

There was a short pause before she replied, “I'm... doing just fine... Mr. Long. Thanks for NNNNGGHHHH!”

Jenny bludgeoned the Valiant One with another massive Forearm Smash! Blue eyes flashing as she stared down the ref, Jenny asked, “Taking a beating is not wrestling, Craig. I'm not looking to injure but if she won't--”

“You have to defend yourself, Victoria.” Long told the suffering Destroyer. “If you can't protect yourself I'll have to call for the--”

Hackenschmidt slipped her arms free, jabbed both elbows into the canvas and draaaaaaaaagged their combined weight that much closer to the ropes! Alas there was still a great bit of ground between her and release when Jenny snatched the bigger blonde's left wrist in her right hand and vice versa. From there she drew the straitjacket tight across Victoria's throat and CRANKED back as hard as she could!

Already flushed, it wasn't long before Hackenschmidt's features took on an angry red look that Craig didn't much like. The awful rasping sounds coming from the back of Victoria's throat weren't doing much for him either. “Tell me something, Vic!” he said urgently. “Just say the word and--”

“Nuuuuhhhh..... NO!” The Knight pressed her right knee to the mat and tried to draw forward, but with her other limbs all under Jenny's control, she didn't do more than rock in place. Jacobs grimaced and shook her head. She understood not wanting to share the record, but there came a time when-- Victoria planted her right knee and pushed with all her might to roll over onto her back, or rather, roll over onto Jenny, who now found herself sandwiched between the Valiant One and the mat! The champ was still trapped in that murderous STF, but now the Innovator's shoulders were flush with the canvas so Craig counted off...

ONE...

TWO...

THRNOOOOOOOO!

Jenny abandoned her hooks and shoved Victoria away to keep herself in the contest by the slimmest of margins! Scrambling to boot-leather as Hackenschmidt rolled onto her back, Jenny collected the champion's ankles in either hand and muscled her legs off the can-- Victoria pulled 'em both in close but only lashed out with the right, yet even a half-powered Mule Kick was enough to send the challenger backpedalling into the ropes on the far side of the ring. Even more startling, Hackenschmidt used the push-off to tumble back through a somersault that set her down on one knee on the other side of the squared circle. Determined to ensure the penitent Destroyer didn't return to her full height before the bell sounded again, JJ threw herself into the strands and tore across the canv-- Vic did the same, though at a lower angle and speed courtesy a forward roll that let her come up on, then push off of her good right foot to THAWHUMP a massive Spear into the pit of the NorCal Sensation's stomach! Jacobs went down in a heap and Hackenschmidt collapsed atop her, the white-clad warrior trusting in sheer mass to keep her adversary down because she was simply too weary to hook the leg while Craig Long counted off...



VALIANT SPEAR:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=FejhDIbeuEQ



ONE...

TWO...

THRENOOOOOOOO!



Jenny set her feet flat and bridged up to topple the Knight from her perch at the last possible second! As gobsmacked as the throng on the other side of the barricade, Vic forced herself to take several deep breaths before she took Jacobs' head in her hands.

“Yuuuuhhhh... you have fought the fight I've longed for, Jenny Jacobs.” Hackenschmidt huffed in the midst of dragging the both of them upright. “Just know that if you find yourself leaving this ring accompanied by medical professionals, it's not due to any personal grievance of mine. It was simply...” the Valiant One trailed off as she clamped her right hand around Jenny's throat and slung the Californian's near arm over her shoulder, “... the only way I could be certain you'd stay down.”

With that she set her left hand against Jenny's butt and muscled the challenger into the rafters ON ONE FREAKIN' LEG, Hackenschmidt earning deafening 'HOLY SHIT' chants even before she dropped to a seat and THAWHAMMED Jacobs to the deck with cringe-inducing force! Bounced into an insensate starfish by the power of the Hero's Journey, Jenny offered no complaint when Victoria collected both legs in a bundle and folded her in half with a Back Press good for the...



HERO'S JOURNEY @ 00:36

www.youtube.com/watch?v=S8MYrR2uHmM



ONE...

TWO...

THRENOOOOOOOO!

The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds twisted free of the pin and in so doing, raised a clamor from the Jacobites and the Valiant Legion that threatened to shake the FAWN arena to rubble.

Her features oddly serene amidst all this chaos, Hackenschmidt grabbed hold of her blonde and once again hauled her to her feet only this time instead of a Goozle, she dipped down and slipped her left arm between Jacobs' thighs before boosting her onto her shoulders in a Fireman's Carry. “Let it be known across the world!” she called to everyone within the sound of her voice. “That all who oppose me must eventually feel the touch of the Iron Hand!”



Careful to keep every bit of her weight on her right leg, Vic crouched down and tossed her burden out into the-- Jenny snatched a desperation Front Facelock, swung around in a wide circle and laid out on her back to PLANT the champion's skull with another massive DDT! Hackenschmidt bounced on impact but didn't roll over onto her back, whereas Jacobs tumbled away to come to a stop on her side several feet away.



Suddenly the only one left standing, Craig Long waited through several endless seconds before the rules forced him to raise a hand overhead and bark, “ONE!”



“Two!” Champion and challenger remain motionless, their chests and bellies heaving in their pained, exhausted states. “Three! Four! Five!” Like they’re slowly being unfrozen, Jenny tilts onto her back and starts reaching for the nearest set of ropes while Victoria slowly rolls onto her side and straightens her legs; both women seem to be in a slight daze. “Six! Seven! Eight!” Jenny gets her fingers on the bottom strand and tugs herself up the cables like they’re a ladder, and throws her arms over the top cable as Victoria resumes her rolling and takes herself under the bottom rope onto the apron. The young veteran champion conserves as much energy as she can by sliding off the edge onto the floor outside the ring, technically standing but leaning heavily against the apron’s edge, and buying potentially 20 seconds of rest. Her vision swimming, Hackenschmidt places the heels of her palms against her throbbing head just above her eyebrows. A slight benefit to the church bells clanging in her skull is the temporary dulling of the fire coursing through her left leg. Once the bells begin to quiet down she turns around to see how’s Jenny’s-Bam! A pair of indigo boots worn by a future Hall of Famer kicks her right in the mouth! Jenny raced across the ring and dropped into a baseball slide, Dropkicking Hackenschmidt in the face and taking the hurting heroine off her feet.



Jenny nimbly lands on her feet as Victoria flounders into the guardrail; the Towering Teuton’s expression gnarls when cold steel jars against her back, but still throws her arms behind the barrier to stay at least somewhat vertical. Countless hands from the audience pat her back and shoulders, some in genuine support, some are Jacobites doing so ironically. Jenny hungrily latches both hands into Victoria’s hair and tears her off the barrier with a yank that dews the German’s eyes. The NorCal Sensation is a blur after she stands Victoria up; Jenny takes Victoria’s left hand and twists the limb with an Arm Wringer, then slips behind the bigger blonde contorting the arm in a Hammerlock. Jenny maintains the old with one hand as she dips under The Knight’s right arm, stretches her own out and THAWPS it across Victoria’s chest with such strength she falls over in the process.



CAPTIVATING LARIAT

youtu.be/9Dgh_Ylmm78?t=55



Hackenschmidt hits the padded concrete with a hoarse cry, her legs swing up nearly 90 degrees before they fall back to the floor crooked. Jacobs scutters from atop the champion to standing and bounds over to take Hackenschmidt’s ankles and raise her long legs into a V. The FAWNatics let loose a Shea London-level pop when they see the telltale sign of Jenny’s famous ladder! The Innovator bends Victoria’s right leg into the pit of The Knight’s left knee, then tucks her left shin under an armpit. “Been waiting to do this all night!” Jenny calls out as she reaches an arm through the center of the 4 she made and locks her hand in a tight S grip. Victoria claws and scratches for purchase on the pads trying to stop the events in motion, but Jenny’s got the leverage and lifts her up and turns the German onto her stomach. Jenny digs a knee into Victoria’s lumbar and lowers herself, agonzingly bending the champion around the protrusion.



JACOBS LADDER

www.youtube.com/watch?v=1i5tSCdWsIc



The dimming fire in Hackenschmidt’s left leg blazes anew as Jacobs tortures her knees in this variation of the Texas Cloverleaf, made worse by the joint threatening to snap her vertebrae into two. Hackenschmidt’s air of dignity shatters and she lets out loud, pitiful sobs as her body is moulded into the prolific J of Jenny Jacobs's name and symbol. Jenny lowers even further and yells over the crowd's roar to bid the young veteran to surrender once her screaming dies down, “I got all the time in the world, Victoria! I can’t win the match out here, but I can soften you up for when we’re back in the ring!”



At this moment, the official who was mesmerized by the powerful Hackenschmidt being reduced to tears under Jacobs realizes he hasn’t been counting and throws up his arms, “One!”



Jacobs raises the tiniest bit, giving Victoria a sliver of relief before crouching lower, making the Destroyer muffle a shriek into a whine, “I’ll be generous. You tap out on the floor and I’ll let you go; we’ll take this back into the ring.”



Victoria’s trembling hand immediately whips and hovers over the floor, her body pushing the escape route against her will. If she taps, there’ll be questions about whether Victoria really won, if she got lucky, if Jenny’s the uncrowned Intercontinental champion…..



“NOOOO!!” Victoria screams with a wavering wail and slaps both her palm on the firm pads covering the arena floor. She finds the seam between the sections and worms her fingers in with a hellish grip, pulling herself forward with a defiant howl that’s three parts pain and one part defiance!



“EINS! ZWEI! DREI!”



Jacobs feels a flash of anger at the obstinate young woman and cranks the intensity of the Ladder another notch; Victoria bangs her head on the floor to muffle the ensuing scream and pulls them forward another section, literally dragging her face against the vinyl covering of the padding. The camera captures a vivid tableau for Gladiatrix’s centrefold next issue; Jenny Jacobs’ taut, smooth backside hovering above Victoria’s tear-stained, red face as she reaches out for a salvation that does not exist.



Jenny jostles the knee in Victoria’s before she barks over her shoulder frustradedly, “Do you want to end your career over a record!? This is all on you, not-Hm!”



OOOHHHHH!



The FAWNatics cry out in alarm and Jenny freezes at the sight of Victoria seizing her mounted sword by the blade. Ropes breaks don’t exist outside the ring but a very real weapon does! Jenny doesn’t release the hold, but she’s a hornet’s nest on the inside, waiting to see what The Knight will do with her blade in hand. Will Victoria take a loss by Disqualification and live another day?



No.



Her teeth bared in an animalistic smile of pain, Victoria clutches the blade of the sword in her ungloved hand with a manic grip. Her eyes are locked on the polished steel, staring into her distorted reflection and using the replica herloom as an object of meditation to block the pain. Jenny’s so stunned by the move she almost misses the ref yelling “Seventeen!”



Jenny drops Hackenschmidt’s stems like they’re electrified and dashes to the apron, rolling under the bottom cable to break the count. Down on the floor, Hackenschmidt softly weeps in relief and curls up around the mounted base of her sword, so grateful to be free of the ladder. Laying supine o the canvas and wiping sweat from her brow, Jenny points a finger up at Craig Long, “I’m bringing her back in. Stop the count.” He titles his head in agreement, “Alright, but right back in, keep it inside the ring.”



Jenny nods and rolls back out. She approaches a genuflecting Valiant One, Victoria’s up to one knee with her head bowed and has both hands on the hilt of the sword, there’s a small splotch of red near the bottom of the blade; Victoria gripped it so hard her skin broke on a dulled edge. Jenny shakes her head in amazement, “You got steel, you just need sense.” The champion mumbles in response but exhaustion renders it indecipherable. With a small groan of exertion, Jenny lifts Victoria up with a Gutwrench to carry the larger woman over to the apron. Victoria's hands try to stay wrapped around the hilt but give way with the slightest tug. The Knight is placed almost gently onto the edge and shoved back into the Squared Circle. Jacobs wearily yanks on the middle cable to pull herself onto the apron and throws up the J’s once more, “She fought a great fight, but no one escapes Jennycide!”



Victoria shambles to all fours as The former World Champion steps through the ropes. Ready for her first FAWN title in years, Jenny takes the German by the hair and scruff and drags her up for the finish.



“GAaie!”



It’s unclear if it’s leg or back, but something buckled, and Victoria falls to a knee. Jenny sighs, “Come on, Vic.” She grips the back of the IC champion’s neck, “I’m taking your title but you can end this match on your feet.” To her surprise, Jenny ends up leaving her feet; Victoria whips an arm between the Californian’s legs and surges to her full height with Jacobs strewn across her shoulder in a Fireman’s Carry. With sore knees, Victoria hups Jacobs into the air and whirls into a full, speedy spin. The instant Jenny’s boots touch the canvas, The Valiant One’s mighty right fist jacks her jaw with a Discus Punch!



THE IRON HAND

youtu.be/oMvXgKKLZCY?t=601



Victoria turns away from Jenny before she finishes falling; the challenger falls flat on the ring floor and sees the houselights dance a speedy waltz while Victoria darts to a corner and hauls herself to a crouch on the top ropes. Crossing her arms over her chest, Victoria pushes off the strands with her boots and springs backwards, Jenny barely comprehends the situation before the Towering Teuton falls across her middle like an I-beam at a construction site!



COFFIN DROP

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Jacobs feels the air and her soul leaving her body when Hackenschmidt’s hardbody turns her into roadkill. All the Innovator’s limbs shoot up after the devastating impact; Jenny’s arms fall back to the mat but Victoria catches her legs under the knees and pulls them in tight, compacting Jacobs into as small a ball as possible for the cover. Victoria shuts her eyes and grits her teeth as her upper body flexes every muscle, pouring whatever strength she has left into this pin…..



ONE!!





TWO!!!





THREE!!!!



DINGDINGDING!!!



The clanging of the bell is drowned out by the tsunami of noise from the fans in the FAWN arena. As the announcer solidifies The Valiant One’s greatest achievement, the tension leaves Victoria’s body and she collapses against Jenny with the biggest sigh of relief in the world. She lets the challenger’s legs drop and slowly crawls to Ref. Craig Long while struggling not to cry and failing. With the…. champion’s…. body no longer crushing her, Jenny turns onto her side and hugs her abdomen. The cold, sinking feeling that comes with losing a big match begins to come over the returned veteran, “Damn it…”



Craig Long offers Victoria a hand to pull her up from the mat. The Knight gladly takes it and stands with a groan, “Ahhm Danke.” She nearly topples under her own weight so the official offers her his shoulder as they head to center ring.



As Craig raises Victoria’s hand he compliments the worn-out wrestler, “Hell of a match, Hackenschmidt. That’s a title reign definer if I’ve ever seen one.”



Trying not to devolve into full-on blubbering, the victorious Valiant One sniffs and nods, “Danke… this was a- wait!”



They see an attendant coming over to hand Hackenschmidt the Intercontinental title, only for Jacobs to intercept and rip the title from his hands. Craig steps between her and Victoria before things turn sour, trying to be the voice of reason. “Hang on, Jenny. You don’t want to end things like this, it’s your first night back.”



Jenny places a palm on Long’s shoulder and gently but forcibly moves him out of the way; she steps up to Victoria, who has her hands tentatively raised. The intense look on German’s face says she can go another round right now but the tremors in her legs tell Jenny the Destroyer’s really a house of cards. She stares up at the woman who broke her record and spoiled her big comeback in the same moment, stonefaced for a long, TENSE moment….. Then Jenny brings up the title and undoes the clasp, spreading it out, “Turn around.”



Victoria straightens and blinks in shock, then numbly obeys. Jenny wraps the IC title around the champion’s waist and claps it tight; she steps out in front of the champion and slaps the faceplate, “Looks good on you. Not as good as did on me, but you carry it well.”



Victoria smiles, tears at the corners of her eyes, “Danke, you nearly had me. Perhaps we could train together one day?”



Jacobs points a finger at The Knight’s chest, “THAT. Is happening. I could feel my game being raised, and you’re showing me that ButterflyLock neck, thing. I’m gonna make Syd cry with that one.”



Hackenschmidt nods enthusiastically, always eager to pass on techniques, “Ja, no problem. And you must show me that pin you planned, I am very curious.”



The two women who are now synonymous with the Intercontinental division, discuss future spars and meetings outside the ring as the promo for the next match starts playing on the FAWNtron. Record holders and breakers connecting by their love for Pro Wrestling.