Post by hawkeye on Feb 6, 2023 2:46:31 GMT
Finally settling down from the last incredible match, the FAWN faithful gathered themselves into their seats in anticipation of the next match coming up on the card. The fervor grew as a massive steel cage topped by concertina wire that had been hanging above the ring slowly began to lower itself around the squared circle. The whispers turned into excited cheers, as two security guards, dressed as prison officers, marched down to the ring once the steel cage descended, opening up the lock on the ‘cell door’, and waited on either side for the next match to occur.
They didn’t have to wait for long, as the house lights lowered and music began blaring across the arena.
“The Following is a Prison Yard Match and is scheduled for one fall by knockout, submission or pin! Introducing first. She is your FAWN Deputy, standing at 5ft nothing and weighing 110lbs…Jenny “The Gymnast Deputy” Goodale!”
“OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH YEAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!”
“Ballroom Blitz” www.youtube.com/watch?v=mPQPdYttl7U
The guitar riffs of Sweet’s “Ballroom Blitz”s chorus sounded out across the arena, signaling the debut match for new Deputy of FAWN. The song got the crowd on their feet, as the latest signee from ANDW, a former Young Olympic gymnast medal winner turned professional wrestler, appeared at the top of the ramp.
“Jenny Goodale”
A short, curvy blonde appeared at the top of the ramp, her short wavy hair bouncing as she hopped in place from foot to foot, decked out in MMA-style dark blue shorts and a low-cut matching top. After a few bounces, which the crowd appreciated thanks to her low cut top, she did a standing backflip, landing in a superhero pose, before bolting down the ramp as quick as a flash, alternating into a series of back flips, ending with a gymnastic 360 spin, landing in a superhero pose with one hand out. She grinned at the crowd, waving at a few before reaching the two guards at the door to the cage.
“Thank you, Craig, Reginald,” she said to the two refs turned ‘prison guards’ for the match. The two nodded and smiled as Jenny crossed the threshold into the cage. Hopping back and forth on her feet, she leapt up onto the ring apron, before doing another impressive standing front flip over the top rope, rolling to a stop in the center of the ring. She settled down as her music wound down itself, before heading to the far corner to await her opponent.
After a few moments, the speaker crackles back to life. “And her opponent! … from Baltimore, Maryland… standing foot-seven inches tall and weighing one-hundred and forty-eight pounds…” There is a notable pause as if the announcer is taken aback a moment, but it’s only for a moment before he gamely continues. “THE PRISONER, JESSICA WALKER!”
“Jessica Walker”
The curtains don’t so much as part as a figure simply walks through them without a care to move them. The woman standing there is a sturdy, curvy woman with lightly tanned skin and intense dark eyes. Though starkly beautiful, with long, slightly wavy black hair, her attire is strange and only raises questions.
What had once clearly been an orange prison jumpsuit has been cut apart and tailored into a two-piece affair, the top a tied-off crop-top that shows off both generous cleavage and a taut stomach and the bottoms a loose pair of shorts. Both the sleeves and legs have been rolled up to show off smooth, sturdy arms and thick legs, as well as the hint of a lacy black bra and panties. Shiny black wrestling boots that reach right past her ankles round out her gear, as well as the taped wrists and fingers.
That is all strange enough, but then there are the long chain handcuffs and ankle manacles.
Many FAWNatics can only gape, but a few among the crowd, older fans, let out a round of gasps and confused muttering. They know the name ‘Jessica Walker’ and they know her accomplishments in the ring in what seems like a lifetime ago, as well as what had happened just last month. Most of all, though, they know of the Incident when the woman standing before them killed a wrestler right in the middle of the squared circle.
If the talking, the stares, the gasps, and the boo’s affect Jessica, she gives no indication. Instead, her piercing gaze is locked on Jessi as the petite blonde waits in her corner. The chains jingle as Walker starts forward down the ramp, and the few fans brave enough to reach out to the former fan favorite to try to reconnect are blatantly ignored. By the time Walker hits ringside, the mutterings turn into misgivings, for it’s clear that the Jessica Walker anyone remembered from the ring isn’t the woman before them.
The procession reached the entrance to the cage, where one of the officers bent down to remove the manacles from her legs, then her arms. The pat down began, all the while Jessica simply stared ahead towards her opponent.
“Didn’t bring your sugar-momma this time?” Jessica called out.
“Never needed Ariane to fight my battles,” Jenny retorted, unphased by the slur against her friend.
“Good,” Jessica spat as her cuffs were released, the shackles dropping to the ground as Reginald began working on unlocking the restraints on her feet. “Hey, punk-ass zebra.”
Merle looked over at Jessica. “I imagine you are referring to me?” he asked politely.
“Yeah you, dumbass. The rules are like I asked for, right?”
“You are referring to there being no rules then, correct?” Merle responded as Reginald got the shackles over Jessica’s feet released.
“Yep!” Jessica responded, abnormally cheerful, before she reached down, grabbed the chains and began swinging them like a 4 winged bola. “Guess you won’t mind this then!”
She threw the shackles straight at Merle’s face.
The crowd boo’ed as Merle looked on, watching the chains soaring towards him. At the last second, he felt a weight shoving him to the side, then a pained gasp.
Jenny had managed to knock him away, taking the multiple hits from the flung weapon to the chest and face. The former gymnast grimaced, knowing the hits would leave some welts when her hair was grabbed from behind, lifting up the diminutive wrestler.
“You hero types are always the same, pathetic.”
Using both her hands, Jessica flung Jenny across the ring by her hair, eliciting pained winces from the crowd as the bell rung, officially starting the match. Jenny rolled and tumbled to her feet, gritting her teeth as Jessica stomped towards her.
Grinning at the challenge, Jenny rolled towards her opponent then blasted upwards with her legs, wrapping them around Jessica’s neck. Before the ex-con could blink, the young olympic medalist snapped her legs back, flipping Jessica onto her back faster than Jessica knew what was happening. Without releasing her grip, Jenny pulled back with her legs, before grabbing onto Jessica’s right leg and yanked hard once before letting go.
The move took Jessica’s breath away, literally.
Jenny hopped to her feet, rushing over to the turnbuckle where she deftly leapt onto the top of it. As Jessica rose to her feet, rubbing her neck, the high flier took to the skies, before again wrapping her legs around her opponent’s neck in a tilt-a-whirl headscissors.
Jessica found herself on her back for the second time in as many moments. She pounded the mat with a fist. She felt the mat bouncing, and looked up to see Jenny bouncing off the ropes, then rushing towards her with a dropkick…
…only to whiff the kick and take an uppercut to the chin as she flew past the brawler. Jenny was flipped head over heels, seeing stars and the ceiling lights as Jessica grabbed a hold of the blonde by her top, yanking her to her feet. Grabbing an arm while Jenny was still seeing spots, the brunette bruiser tossed Jenny to the ropes, keeping a hold onto her opponent’s limb. As Jenny bounced off the ropes, Jessica’s knee rose up to meet the newly minted deputy right in her gut, lifting the poor woman off her feet.
Without releasing her grip, Jessica led her captive across the ring to the other side, flinging her into the ropes a second time and lifting her knee to greet her.
The second kneelift seemed to be more brutal than the first, the gymnast folding around the beastly knee strike. “Let’s make it an even three, just for you.” Jessica taunted, leading the stumbling woman towards the opposite side of the ring once more.
A surprise greeted the disgraced grappler though, as Jenny pulled her first surprise of the night.
Being a gymnast meant that Jenny was rather flexible.
Being double jointed meant that she could do things that even most gymnasts could, let alone wrestlers.
Quickly unlocking her shoulder, Jenny bent unnaturally to behind Jessica, then ramming backwards until Jessica hit the ropes. Her grip on Jenny’s arm loosened, allowing the deputy to pop her shoulder back into place, before grabbing Jessica’s head and dropping to her thicc rear in a reverse stunner.
Jenny shook out her arm with a grin. “Didn’t see that one coming, did ya?”
An arm wrapped around Jenny’s neck. “Neither did you.”
The stunner had failed to live up to its name, not only ‘not’ stunning the brunette battler, but left Jessica close enough to the ropes to grab hold of them to keep herself up. It was a quick save, and let her move right into position while Jenny was still sitting on the ground, snarking away.
Jessica hefted the woman up by her neck, gaining a strangled gurgle and look of shock on Jenny’s face, before she found herself completely vertical, held up by Jessica holding her neck and top. Jenny’s legs flailed, trying to escape the grip, but the former inmate left no time for a reversal as she slammed Jenny down back first onto the mat.
“Don’t talk in a fight, bitch,” Jessica stated, while peeling Jenny off the mat by her hair after the poor girl had bounced once, and was holding her back in pain. The former jailbird let loose a guttural, rage filled scream before tossing Jenny across the ring by her hair. The blonde bombshell yelped in pain, rolling to the outside, then stumbling while clutching her scalp.
Jessica ran towards the ropes, and before Jenny could recover, did a sliding baseball kick right to the medalist’s chest, knocking her straight back into the cage wall while knocking the breathe out of her as well!
The Ex-Con slid under the ropes, eyeing the groaning woman on the mats. “Time for fun.” The woman pulled up the ring apron, looking underneath for any ‘toys’ she could use.
A baseball bat was tossed into the ring, followed quickly by a metal chair, extra concertina…
…and wire clippers?
The crowd let out a hushed gasp as she slid the clippers into the ring, with the referee, Merle, looking on with anxiousness.
Jessica grabbed Jenny once again by her favorite hold, her hair, sent several punches to her face which left her with a blackened eye, before rolling the gymnast into the ring. The boo’s behind her were growing louder, and the ex-con took a moment to turn around and flip the crowd off with a two finger salute, climbing the ropes backwards and sliding between the top and middle ropes…
…straight into a knee to the face by her athletic opponent.
Jessica was left stunned, hanging over the middle rope, half in and half out of the ring, as a winded, but still energetic Jenny, ran the ropes, coming straight at the winded wrestler. Jessica saw the smaller blonde coming and prepared an uppercut, only for Jenny to leap high into the air straight over her…
…and come crashing down right onto Jessica’s head in a brutal looking double stomp.
The front of Jessica’s face smashed into the mat, the rest of her body sliding in to follow, flopping her over onto her back. Jenny went down for a pin, lifting a leg as Merle followed.
“ONE!”
“TWO!!!”
Jessica made a forceful kick out right after the two, breathing hard as Jenny rolled off her. Breathing even harder than before, Jenny eyed the baseball bat, walking towards it…
…before kicking it further away. “Don’t need weapons to win a match,” she spat, before turning back to a rising Jessica. Backing up a few steps to the opposite corner, Jenny grabbed onto the ropes and leaned forward, her ever watchful gaze on her opponent.
For her part, Jessica still had a hefty amount left in the tank, though was growing more aggravated with every passing second. She wasn’t going to let this half-runt get the better of HER!
She stood, looking around for the pipsqueak, only to see her blue clad opponent perform a final backflip and then soar into the air. Jessica looked up, her jaw dropping at the extreme gymnastics performed…
…as well as to see two boots come crashing down into her face in a brutal double stomp that smashed the jailbird into the ground a second time. Jenny went for a quick pin again, rolling Jessica over, only for Merle to point to a foot on the lower rope.
“Gotta rope break, Jenny.”
Jenny nodded, looking at a glossy eyed Jessica, before pulling her up to her feet, slowly. Jenny went to whip the ex-con into the corner, but let out a yelp of surprise as Jessica reversed it, sending Jenny back first into the turnbuckle, with Jessica close behind her. Peeling the former gymnast out of the corner, Jessica turned her around, wrapping an arm around Jenny’s neck and grabbing a hold of her shorts before flipping her behind her in an exploder suplex.
“Corner Exploder Suplex”
youtu.be/4f6-iwGWVZs?t=9
Jenny’s back painfully smashed into the turnbuckle, before she fell to the mat, arching her back in pain as she rolled away from the corner.
Following up on the suplex, Jessica peeled both of Jenny’s legs off the mat. “I’m really hating your leaps, bitch. Let’s solve that.”
A crushing stomp was sent in between Jenny’s legs. Jenny howled in pain as one gam was dropped back to the ground, the other having a knee planted against Jenny’s thigh before the larger woman dropped down hard onto it.
Another scream of agony came as with the leg pinned to the mat, Jessica twisted Jenny’s foot while rotating the smaller woman’s body onto her front.
“Ankle Lock”
youtu.be/Jj82f0O429c?t=49
However, with most ankle locks, there is a limit to how far one will twist to get a submission.
Jessica had no such morals or inhibitions.
A few solid twists kept Jenny in the center of the ring…
…a snap made her scream.
“Oopsie…” Jessica said with a smirk, before twisting again. “Thought your leg was tougher.”
Merle was in Jessica’s face immediately. “Release the hold, now!”
Jessica dropped Jenny’s leg before backing away with a smirk. “I thought you said this was no rules.”
Merle dropped down to check on Jenny’s leg, the woman trying her best to hold back tears and trying to get back up to her feet.
Meanwhile, Jessica had walked over to where she had slid in the chair from earlier and picked it up.
…then brought it down over Merle’s back.
The chair dropped the ref, as Jessica went to town on Jenny herself, smashing the chair repeatedly, and alternating, between her face and ankle.
A smug smile on her face, the former con placed the top of the chair beneath Jenny’s ankle, before stomping hard on the chair.
The crunch from the chair left most watching wincing in pain and booing the brutal display.
The boo’s crescendoed as she picked up the wire clippers. Thankfully though, she moved away from the ring and towards the door of the steel cage where the two ‘guards’ were working on unlocking the door. Jessica kicked the cage, shocking them, causing them to jump back in panic.
A few clips with the wire cutters left a semi large hole in the gate, with Jessica twisting the wires to make an annoyingly tangled mess, locking the gate tight.
It was just Jenny and Jessica, with a woozy Merle, in the ring now.
The ex-con hopped back into the ring, again peeling Jenny off the mat by her arm, adding an extra twist to it as she yanked to pull a cry of pain from the former gymnast. A quick snapmare whipped Jenny back to the ground, leaving her face up. Jessica grabbed both of the downed wrestler’s arms, pulled them up while standing on Jenny’s short hair.
The blonde let out a scream, kicking her feet and trying to release herself from the pain. “How do you like that, shortstack?” Jessica taunted, wrenching the arms a second time.
The taunting may have been her undoing.
That and Jenny’s short hair at the cost of a few strands.
Jenny yanked her head forward, freeing her hair from the boot of her tormentor. Her gymnastics career took effect, as even with her arms held, Jenny managed to bend up until she was able to put her feet underneath Jessica’s chest.
…and began to kick.
Jenny used Multiple Breast Kicks.
They were super effective.
Jessica released Jenny’s arms, dropping the blonde onto her head, but also stumbling backwards holding her punted chest. “You bitch!”
Jenny was already scrambling onto one foot. The kicks had done their damage, but as Jenny limped around the ring planning her next move, she realized there wasn’t much she could do. Merle was just waking up, her foot was sending blistering waves of pain shooting up her leg. “Well…might as well go all out.”
As Jessica centered her glare on a hobbling Jenny, Jenny moved over into the corner, settling her arms on the top ropes.
Jessice rushed Jenny in the corner, going for a spear with her arms held out to prevent escape.
At the last moment, Jenny jumped high, springboarding right over Jessica, the latter slamming her shoulder into the metal corner post. A cheer ran up among the audience as Jenny landed right onto Jessica’s back and rolled forward, flipping Jessica up and over, landing the larger woman on her back.
Merle was finally up, noticed the pin and slid in to count.
“ONE!”
…
“TWO!!”
…
“THRR—”
Jessica kicked out at the last possible second, gaining a groan from the audience who had been hoping the underdog in the match had finally put the prison gal down.
Seeing the count didn’t work, Jenny worked her way around her opponent’s body, wrapping her legs around Jessica’s neck and arm, and pulled back.
“Arm bar”
youtu.be/Wf9kbt9_l3k?t=52
The crowd was going wild and jumped to their feet as Jenny yanked on the arm, using her generous leg muscles to keep the larger ex-con in place. Jessica began bucking and gasping trying to reach around to grab at Jenny’s legs, yet each time was frustrated by a stronger yank on her arm.
“Just submit, you know you want to,” Jenny taunted, giving the arm a yank. Merle dropped into position next to them.
“Do you submit, Jessica?” Merle asked, always the professional despite all that Jessica had already done to him during the match.
“Fuck you-aggghhhhhh!”
The seconds ticked by, Jessica screamed, switching to trying to claw her way towards the ropes. It was something that Jenny couldn’t prevent, the smaller girl getting dragged along behind Jessica, inch by inch, with the smaller girl attempting to gain a submission from the ex-con.
Jenny had one last attempt, ripping back on Jessica’s arm with all her strength. A scream was ripped from Jessica’s lips as she slapped the mat…
…and then grabbed the ropes.
“Rope break, let her go, Jenny.”
Jenny released the arm, rolling back and off of Jessica, the look of frustration filling her expression. Jessica, meanwhile, clutched her arm, growling in anger and slamming the mat with her good hand.
It took a few moments for both women to rise, Jenny managing to get up a bit quicker. The two circled, Jenny barely able to limp around on her bad foot, while Jessica’s left arm hung near her side.
Jessica smiled, before bouncing back off the ropes behind her, in another well telegraphed spear attempt, the third attempt of the match.
“Again?” Jenny growled, taking a quick start forward herself, before launching herself up and over her opponent for a third time…
…or would have, if the former prisoner had continued the spear.
Jessica ground to a halt right as Jenny leapt up, leaving her several feet in front of the now shocked Jenny. Unable to change course, Jenny attempted to alter her double stomp into a meager dropkick at the limit of her short range.
It wasn’t enough, but it was close enough so that Jessica could grab a hold of Jenny’s legs, and with a roar, she hefted Jenny up and down quicker than a destroyer of her size should be able to, and smashed the pint sized brawler hard into the mat with a brutal powerbomb.
The impact knocked all the air out of Jenny, though Jessica wasn’t through just yet.
With another rage filled roar, the ex-con began swinging her diminutive opponent around, Jenny’s screams echoed through the arena as she was swung faster and faster.
“Big Swing”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6v8Ky-7BR9M
“Not feeling so good now, eh pipsqueak?” Jessica taunted, continuing to spin her opponent. Nearly a full minute passed until the ex-con finally released her dizzied opponent…
”CLAAAANG”
...flinging her head first into the metallic turnbuckle post.
Jenny crumbled into the corner after the brutal headshot, which seemed to knock the former gymnast out.
Merle went in to check on the collapsed wrestler, only to feel his shirt grabbed from behind.
“I’m in charge here, not you!” Jessica roared right into Merle’s face, before shoving him away, Merle taking a tumble between the ropes and out onto the floor beyond. Jessica stomped over to the corner, where a woozy Jenny was still unmoving, and picked her up by the throat. “You’ve caused me enough trouble you twerp!”
Jessica lifted a limp legged Jenny up into the air by her throat, holding her up in the air for several moments before chokeslamming her hard into the mat. Jenny lay flaccid in the middle of the ring as Jessica looked down on her, chest heaving from heavy breaths. Merle crawled back up to the apron and spotted the knocked out Jenny, signaling for the end of the match. The bell rung, Jessica’s head jerking in the announcer’s booth direction.
“WHAT?!?!”
Her eyes fell onto Merle, who was sliding into the ring to check on Jenny. “You pathetic loser!” Jessica stomped over to Merle and grabbed him by the shirt. “I WASN’T FINISHED WITH HER YET!”
With Merle still in her clutches, she walked over to the side of the cage with the gate and tossed him over the ropes and into the gate, bending it outward, with a side effect of making it now unopenable.
That left only Jessica and Jenny in the ring with no way to get them apart.
“Now for the fun to begin,” Jessica said with a smile, cracking her knuckles before rolling out of the ring and looking under the apron. She appeared a few moments later, slid a table out from underneath, then tossed in a small cardboard box that spilled open…
…tacks.
Jesssica set up the table in the center of the ring, every now and then sending a stomp to Jenny’s stomach, chest, or face. After that, the ex-prisoner grabbed the box of tacks and tossed its contents onto the table to massive boo’s from the crowd.
Once it was set up, Jessica hefted the dead weight of FAWN’s Deputy, slapping her face until the smaller woman groaned.
“I told you that you will suffer, pipsqueak! Time to bleed!”
With her trademark power, Jessica lifted up a now flailing Jenny in another massive chokeslam, holding her just in front of the table, before smashing her down.
Jenny screamed out in agony as she crushed the table, the hundreds of tacks stabbing into her back. She lay suffering in the center of the refuse of the table, silent tears streaking down her face as every movement pushed and pulled tacks out of her back.
Yet the brutal ex-con wasn’t finished. Even though the match had been called, Jessica walked over to the nearby corner where the unused baseball bat was still laying. Holding the barbed wire-wrapped bat up, she gave it an approving nod before marching back towards Jenny, who had managed to turn over, revealing her mutilated back.
“I hope the ER is close by,” Jessica chuckled, raising the bat above her head and behind her. “‘Cause it’s about to get a new head trauma patient!”
CRRRRRRRRAACCKKKK!!!!
A vicious stinging raced across Jessica’s wrists, the bat dropping from her hands.
CRRRRRRRRAACCKKKK!!!!
A second crack snapped across her back, sending her stumbling forward, tripping over the table before falling near the far corner. The ex-con rolled onto her back, her gaze rising to see a redhead glaring at her while climbing through the ropes into the ring.
ARIANE JONES
“You fuckin’ whore!” Jessica yelled over at Ariane, the cowgirl ready to snap it once more across the ex-con.
“I expected a backstabbin’,” Ariane said with a glare leveled on the brunette. “But I didn’t expect y’all to be this dumb.”
“Fuck you!” Walker spat, standing up and reaching for the bat, only to have a third snap of the whip hit the side of the bat, flinging it across the ring with it rolling down to the floor.
Ariane kept a steely gaze focused on Jessica, just as the referee’s dressed as guards managed to make their way through the hole in the door that Ariane had ripped apart to enter herself. Security officials flooded into the ring, moving straight towards Jessica to restrain her, while medical personnel went to check on a barely lucid Goodale.
Ariane went to check on her friend, sending a glare at Jessica, who smirked back at her.
“This ain’t over, Walker,” Ariane spat.
Jessica just smiled as she was handled away. “Good.”
They didn’t have to wait for long, as the house lights lowered and music began blaring across the arena.
“The Following is a Prison Yard Match and is scheduled for one fall by knockout, submission or pin! Introducing first. She is your FAWN Deputy, standing at 5ft nothing and weighing 110lbs…Jenny “The Gymnast Deputy” Goodale!”
“OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH YEAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!”
“Ballroom Blitz” www.youtube.com/watch?v=mPQPdYttl7U
The guitar riffs of Sweet’s “Ballroom Blitz”s chorus sounded out across the arena, signaling the debut match for new Deputy of FAWN. The song got the crowd on their feet, as the latest signee from ANDW, a former Young Olympic gymnast medal winner turned professional wrestler, appeared at the top of the ramp.
“Jenny Goodale”
A short, curvy blonde appeared at the top of the ramp, her short wavy hair bouncing as she hopped in place from foot to foot, decked out in MMA-style dark blue shorts and a low-cut matching top. After a few bounces, which the crowd appreciated thanks to her low cut top, she did a standing backflip, landing in a superhero pose, before bolting down the ramp as quick as a flash, alternating into a series of back flips, ending with a gymnastic 360 spin, landing in a superhero pose with one hand out. She grinned at the crowd, waving at a few before reaching the two guards at the door to the cage.
“Thank you, Craig, Reginald,” she said to the two refs turned ‘prison guards’ for the match. The two nodded and smiled as Jenny crossed the threshold into the cage. Hopping back and forth on her feet, she leapt up onto the ring apron, before doing another impressive standing front flip over the top rope, rolling to a stop in the center of the ring. She settled down as her music wound down itself, before heading to the far corner to await her opponent.
After a few moments, the speaker crackles back to life. “And her opponent! … from Baltimore, Maryland… standing foot-seven inches tall and weighing one-hundred and forty-eight pounds…” There is a notable pause as if the announcer is taken aback a moment, but it’s only for a moment before he gamely continues. “THE PRISONER, JESSICA WALKER!”
“Jessica Walker”
The curtains don’t so much as part as a figure simply walks through them without a care to move them. The woman standing there is a sturdy, curvy woman with lightly tanned skin and intense dark eyes. Though starkly beautiful, with long, slightly wavy black hair, her attire is strange and only raises questions.
What had once clearly been an orange prison jumpsuit has been cut apart and tailored into a two-piece affair, the top a tied-off crop-top that shows off both generous cleavage and a taut stomach and the bottoms a loose pair of shorts. Both the sleeves and legs have been rolled up to show off smooth, sturdy arms and thick legs, as well as the hint of a lacy black bra and panties. Shiny black wrestling boots that reach right past her ankles round out her gear, as well as the taped wrists and fingers.
That is all strange enough, but then there are the long chain handcuffs and ankle manacles.
Many FAWNatics can only gape, but a few among the crowd, older fans, let out a round of gasps and confused muttering. They know the name ‘Jessica Walker’ and they know her accomplishments in the ring in what seems like a lifetime ago, as well as what had happened just last month. Most of all, though, they know of the Incident when the woman standing before them killed a wrestler right in the middle of the squared circle.
If the talking, the stares, the gasps, and the boo’s affect Jessica, she gives no indication. Instead, her piercing gaze is locked on Jessi as the petite blonde waits in her corner. The chains jingle as Walker starts forward down the ramp, and the few fans brave enough to reach out to the former fan favorite to try to reconnect are blatantly ignored. By the time Walker hits ringside, the mutterings turn into misgivings, for it’s clear that the Jessica Walker anyone remembered from the ring isn’t the woman before them.
The procession reached the entrance to the cage, where one of the officers bent down to remove the manacles from her legs, then her arms. The pat down began, all the while Jessica simply stared ahead towards her opponent.
“Didn’t bring your sugar-momma this time?” Jessica called out.
“Never needed Ariane to fight my battles,” Jenny retorted, unphased by the slur against her friend.
“Good,” Jessica spat as her cuffs were released, the shackles dropping to the ground as Reginald began working on unlocking the restraints on her feet. “Hey, punk-ass zebra.”
Merle looked over at Jessica. “I imagine you are referring to me?” he asked politely.
“Yeah you, dumbass. The rules are like I asked for, right?”
“You are referring to there being no rules then, correct?” Merle responded as Reginald got the shackles over Jessica’s feet released.
“Yep!” Jessica responded, abnormally cheerful, before she reached down, grabbed the chains and began swinging them like a 4 winged bola. “Guess you won’t mind this then!”
She threw the shackles straight at Merle’s face.
The crowd boo’ed as Merle looked on, watching the chains soaring towards him. At the last second, he felt a weight shoving him to the side, then a pained gasp.
Jenny had managed to knock him away, taking the multiple hits from the flung weapon to the chest and face. The former gymnast grimaced, knowing the hits would leave some welts when her hair was grabbed from behind, lifting up the diminutive wrestler.
“You hero types are always the same, pathetic.”
Using both her hands, Jessica flung Jenny across the ring by her hair, eliciting pained winces from the crowd as the bell rung, officially starting the match. Jenny rolled and tumbled to her feet, gritting her teeth as Jessica stomped towards her.
Grinning at the challenge, Jenny rolled towards her opponent then blasted upwards with her legs, wrapping them around Jessica’s neck. Before the ex-con could blink, the young olympic medalist snapped her legs back, flipping Jessica onto her back faster than Jessica knew what was happening. Without releasing her grip, Jenny pulled back with her legs, before grabbing onto Jessica’s right leg and yanked hard once before letting go.
The move took Jessica’s breath away, literally.
Jenny hopped to her feet, rushing over to the turnbuckle where she deftly leapt onto the top of it. As Jessica rose to her feet, rubbing her neck, the high flier took to the skies, before again wrapping her legs around her opponent’s neck in a tilt-a-whirl headscissors.
Jessica found herself on her back for the second time in as many moments. She pounded the mat with a fist. She felt the mat bouncing, and looked up to see Jenny bouncing off the ropes, then rushing towards her with a dropkick…
…only to whiff the kick and take an uppercut to the chin as she flew past the brawler. Jenny was flipped head over heels, seeing stars and the ceiling lights as Jessica grabbed a hold of the blonde by her top, yanking her to her feet. Grabbing an arm while Jenny was still seeing spots, the brunette bruiser tossed Jenny to the ropes, keeping a hold onto her opponent’s limb. As Jenny bounced off the ropes, Jessica’s knee rose up to meet the newly minted deputy right in her gut, lifting the poor woman off her feet.
Without releasing her grip, Jessica led her captive across the ring to the other side, flinging her into the ropes a second time and lifting her knee to greet her.
The second kneelift seemed to be more brutal than the first, the gymnast folding around the beastly knee strike. “Let’s make it an even three, just for you.” Jessica taunted, leading the stumbling woman towards the opposite side of the ring once more.
A surprise greeted the disgraced grappler though, as Jenny pulled her first surprise of the night.
Being a gymnast meant that Jenny was rather flexible.
Being double jointed meant that she could do things that even most gymnasts could, let alone wrestlers.
Quickly unlocking her shoulder, Jenny bent unnaturally to behind Jessica, then ramming backwards until Jessica hit the ropes. Her grip on Jenny’s arm loosened, allowing the deputy to pop her shoulder back into place, before grabbing Jessica’s head and dropping to her thicc rear in a reverse stunner.
Jenny shook out her arm with a grin. “Didn’t see that one coming, did ya?”
An arm wrapped around Jenny’s neck. “Neither did you.”
The stunner had failed to live up to its name, not only ‘not’ stunning the brunette battler, but left Jessica close enough to the ropes to grab hold of them to keep herself up. It was a quick save, and let her move right into position while Jenny was still sitting on the ground, snarking away.
Jessica hefted the woman up by her neck, gaining a strangled gurgle and look of shock on Jenny’s face, before she found herself completely vertical, held up by Jessica holding her neck and top. Jenny’s legs flailed, trying to escape the grip, but the former inmate left no time for a reversal as she slammed Jenny down back first onto the mat.
“Don’t talk in a fight, bitch,” Jessica stated, while peeling Jenny off the mat by her hair after the poor girl had bounced once, and was holding her back in pain. The former jailbird let loose a guttural, rage filled scream before tossing Jenny across the ring by her hair. The blonde bombshell yelped in pain, rolling to the outside, then stumbling while clutching her scalp.
Jessica ran towards the ropes, and before Jenny could recover, did a sliding baseball kick right to the medalist’s chest, knocking her straight back into the cage wall while knocking the breathe out of her as well!
The Ex-Con slid under the ropes, eyeing the groaning woman on the mats. “Time for fun.” The woman pulled up the ring apron, looking underneath for any ‘toys’ she could use.
A baseball bat was tossed into the ring, followed quickly by a metal chair, extra concertina…
…and wire clippers?
The crowd let out a hushed gasp as she slid the clippers into the ring, with the referee, Merle, looking on with anxiousness.
Jessica grabbed Jenny once again by her favorite hold, her hair, sent several punches to her face which left her with a blackened eye, before rolling the gymnast into the ring. The boo’s behind her were growing louder, and the ex-con took a moment to turn around and flip the crowd off with a two finger salute, climbing the ropes backwards and sliding between the top and middle ropes…
…straight into a knee to the face by her athletic opponent.
Jessica was left stunned, hanging over the middle rope, half in and half out of the ring, as a winded, but still energetic Jenny, ran the ropes, coming straight at the winded wrestler. Jessica saw the smaller blonde coming and prepared an uppercut, only for Jenny to leap high into the air straight over her…
…and come crashing down right onto Jessica’s head in a brutal looking double stomp.
The front of Jessica’s face smashed into the mat, the rest of her body sliding in to follow, flopping her over onto her back. Jenny went down for a pin, lifting a leg as Merle followed.
“ONE!”
“TWO!!!”
Jessica made a forceful kick out right after the two, breathing hard as Jenny rolled off her. Breathing even harder than before, Jenny eyed the baseball bat, walking towards it…
…before kicking it further away. “Don’t need weapons to win a match,” she spat, before turning back to a rising Jessica. Backing up a few steps to the opposite corner, Jenny grabbed onto the ropes and leaned forward, her ever watchful gaze on her opponent.
For her part, Jessica still had a hefty amount left in the tank, though was growing more aggravated with every passing second. She wasn’t going to let this half-runt get the better of HER!
She stood, looking around for the pipsqueak, only to see her blue clad opponent perform a final backflip and then soar into the air. Jessica looked up, her jaw dropping at the extreme gymnastics performed…
…as well as to see two boots come crashing down into her face in a brutal double stomp that smashed the jailbird into the ground a second time. Jenny went for a quick pin again, rolling Jessica over, only for Merle to point to a foot on the lower rope.
“Gotta rope break, Jenny.”
Jenny nodded, looking at a glossy eyed Jessica, before pulling her up to her feet, slowly. Jenny went to whip the ex-con into the corner, but let out a yelp of surprise as Jessica reversed it, sending Jenny back first into the turnbuckle, with Jessica close behind her. Peeling the former gymnast out of the corner, Jessica turned her around, wrapping an arm around Jenny’s neck and grabbing a hold of her shorts before flipping her behind her in an exploder suplex.
“Corner Exploder Suplex”
youtu.be/4f6-iwGWVZs?t=9
Jenny’s back painfully smashed into the turnbuckle, before she fell to the mat, arching her back in pain as she rolled away from the corner.
Following up on the suplex, Jessica peeled both of Jenny’s legs off the mat. “I’m really hating your leaps, bitch. Let’s solve that.”
A crushing stomp was sent in between Jenny’s legs. Jenny howled in pain as one gam was dropped back to the ground, the other having a knee planted against Jenny’s thigh before the larger woman dropped down hard onto it.
Another scream of agony came as with the leg pinned to the mat, Jessica twisted Jenny’s foot while rotating the smaller woman’s body onto her front.
“Ankle Lock”
youtu.be/Jj82f0O429c?t=49
However, with most ankle locks, there is a limit to how far one will twist to get a submission.
Jessica had no such morals or inhibitions.
A few solid twists kept Jenny in the center of the ring…
…a snap made her scream.
“Oopsie…” Jessica said with a smirk, before twisting again. “Thought your leg was tougher.”
Merle was in Jessica’s face immediately. “Release the hold, now!”
Jessica dropped Jenny’s leg before backing away with a smirk. “I thought you said this was no rules.”
Merle dropped down to check on Jenny’s leg, the woman trying her best to hold back tears and trying to get back up to her feet.
Meanwhile, Jessica had walked over to where she had slid in the chair from earlier and picked it up.
…then brought it down over Merle’s back.
The chair dropped the ref, as Jessica went to town on Jenny herself, smashing the chair repeatedly, and alternating, between her face and ankle.
A smug smile on her face, the former con placed the top of the chair beneath Jenny’s ankle, before stomping hard on the chair.
The crunch from the chair left most watching wincing in pain and booing the brutal display.
The boo’s crescendoed as she picked up the wire clippers. Thankfully though, she moved away from the ring and towards the door of the steel cage where the two ‘guards’ were working on unlocking the door. Jessica kicked the cage, shocking them, causing them to jump back in panic.
A few clips with the wire cutters left a semi large hole in the gate, with Jessica twisting the wires to make an annoyingly tangled mess, locking the gate tight.
It was just Jenny and Jessica, with a woozy Merle, in the ring now.
The ex-con hopped back into the ring, again peeling Jenny off the mat by her arm, adding an extra twist to it as she yanked to pull a cry of pain from the former gymnast. A quick snapmare whipped Jenny back to the ground, leaving her face up. Jessica grabbed both of the downed wrestler’s arms, pulled them up while standing on Jenny’s short hair.
The blonde let out a scream, kicking her feet and trying to release herself from the pain. “How do you like that, shortstack?” Jessica taunted, wrenching the arms a second time.
The taunting may have been her undoing.
That and Jenny’s short hair at the cost of a few strands.
Jenny yanked her head forward, freeing her hair from the boot of her tormentor. Her gymnastics career took effect, as even with her arms held, Jenny managed to bend up until she was able to put her feet underneath Jessica’s chest.
…and began to kick.
Jenny used Multiple Breast Kicks.
They were super effective.
Jessica released Jenny’s arms, dropping the blonde onto her head, but also stumbling backwards holding her punted chest. “You bitch!”
Jenny was already scrambling onto one foot. The kicks had done their damage, but as Jenny limped around the ring planning her next move, she realized there wasn’t much she could do. Merle was just waking up, her foot was sending blistering waves of pain shooting up her leg. “Well…might as well go all out.”
As Jessica centered her glare on a hobbling Jenny, Jenny moved over into the corner, settling her arms on the top ropes.
Jessice rushed Jenny in the corner, going for a spear with her arms held out to prevent escape.
At the last moment, Jenny jumped high, springboarding right over Jessica, the latter slamming her shoulder into the metal corner post. A cheer ran up among the audience as Jenny landed right onto Jessica’s back and rolled forward, flipping Jessica up and over, landing the larger woman on her back.
Merle was finally up, noticed the pin and slid in to count.
“ONE!”
…
“TWO!!”
…
“THRR—”
Jessica kicked out at the last possible second, gaining a groan from the audience who had been hoping the underdog in the match had finally put the prison gal down.
Seeing the count didn’t work, Jenny worked her way around her opponent’s body, wrapping her legs around Jessica’s neck and arm, and pulled back.
“Arm bar”
youtu.be/Wf9kbt9_l3k?t=52
The crowd was going wild and jumped to their feet as Jenny yanked on the arm, using her generous leg muscles to keep the larger ex-con in place. Jessica began bucking and gasping trying to reach around to grab at Jenny’s legs, yet each time was frustrated by a stronger yank on her arm.
“Just submit, you know you want to,” Jenny taunted, giving the arm a yank. Merle dropped into position next to them.
“Do you submit, Jessica?” Merle asked, always the professional despite all that Jessica had already done to him during the match.
“Fuck you-aggghhhhhh!”
The seconds ticked by, Jessica screamed, switching to trying to claw her way towards the ropes. It was something that Jenny couldn’t prevent, the smaller girl getting dragged along behind Jessica, inch by inch, with the smaller girl attempting to gain a submission from the ex-con.
Jenny had one last attempt, ripping back on Jessica’s arm with all her strength. A scream was ripped from Jessica’s lips as she slapped the mat…
…and then grabbed the ropes.
“Rope break, let her go, Jenny.”
Jenny released the arm, rolling back and off of Jessica, the look of frustration filling her expression. Jessica, meanwhile, clutched her arm, growling in anger and slamming the mat with her good hand.
It took a few moments for both women to rise, Jenny managing to get up a bit quicker. The two circled, Jenny barely able to limp around on her bad foot, while Jessica’s left arm hung near her side.
Jessica smiled, before bouncing back off the ropes behind her, in another well telegraphed spear attempt, the third attempt of the match.
“Again?” Jenny growled, taking a quick start forward herself, before launching herself up and over her opponent for a third time…
…or would have, if the former prisoner had continued the spear.
Jessica ground to a halt right as Jenny leapt up, leaving her several feet in front of the now shocked Jenny. Unable to change course, Jenny attempted to alter her double stomp into a meager dropkick at the limit of her short range.
It wasn’t enough, but it was close enough so that Jessica could grab a hold of Jenny’s legs, and with a roar, she hefted Jenny up and down quicker than a destroyer of her size should be able to, and smashed the pint sized brawler hard into the mat with a brutal powerbomb.
The impact knocked all the air out of Jenny, though Jessica wasn’t through just yet.
With another rage filled roar, the ex-con began swinging her diminutive opponent around, Jenny’s screams echoed through the arena as she was swung faster and faster.
“Big Swing”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6v8Ky-7BR9M
“Not feeling so good now, eh pipsqueak?” Jessica taunted, continuing to spin her opponent. Nearly a full minute passed until the ex-con finally released her dizzied opponent…
”CLAAAANG”
...flinging her head first into the metallic turnbuckle post.
Jenny crumbled into the corner after the brutal headshot, which seemed to knock the former gymnast out.
Merle went in to check on the collapsed wrestler, only to feel his shirt grabbed from behind.
“I’m in charge here, not you!” Jessica roared right into Merle’s face, before shoving him away, Merle taking a tumble between the ropes and out onto the floor beyond. Jessica stomped over to the corner, where a woozy Jenny was still unmoving, and picked her up by the throat. “You’ve caused me enough trouble you twerp!”
Jessica lifted a limp legged Jenny up into the air by her throat, holding her up in the air for several moments before chokeslamming her hard into the mat. Jenny lay flaccid in the middle of the ring as Jessica looked down on her, chest heaving from heavy breaths. Merle crawled back up to the apron and spotted the knocked out Jenny, signaling for the end of the match. The bell rung, Jessica’s head jerking in the announcer’s booth direction.
“WHAT?!?!”
Her eyes fell onto Merle, who was sliding into the ring to check on Jenny. “You pathetic loser!” Jessica stomped over to Merle and grabbed him by the shirt. “I WASN’T FINISHED WITH HER YET!”
With Merle still in her clutches, she walked over to the side of the cage with the gate and tossed him over the ropes and into the gate, bending it outward, with a side effect of making it now unopenable.
That left only Jessica and Jenny in the ring with no way to get them apart.
“Now for the fun to begin,” Jessica said with a smile, cracking her knuckles before rolling out of the ring and looking under the apron. She appeared a few moments later, slid a table out from underneath, then tossed in a small cardboard box that spilled open…
…tacks.
Jesssica set up the table in the center of the ring, every now and then sending a stomp to Jenny’s stomach, chest, or face. After that, the ex-prisoner grabbed the box of tacks and tossed its contents onto the table to massive boo’s from the crowd.
Once it was set up, Jessica hefted the dead weight of FAWN’s Deputy, slapping her face until the smaller woman groaned.
“I told you that you will suffer, pipsqueak! Time to bleed!”
With her trademark power, Jessica lifted up a now flailing Jenny in another massive chokeslam, holding her just in front of the table, before smashing her down.
Jenny screamed out in agony as she crushed the table, the hundreds of tacks stabbing into her back. She lay suffering in the center of the refuse of the table, silent tears streaking down her face as every movement pushed and pulled tacks out of her back.
Yet the brutal ex-con wasn’t finished. Even though the match had been called, Jessica walked over to the nearby corner where the unused baseball bat was still laying. Holding the barbed wire-wrapped bat up, she gave it an approving nod before marching back towards Jenny, who had managed to turn over, revealing her mutilated back.
“I hope the ER is close by,” Jessica chuckled, raising the bat above her head and behind her. “‘Cause it’s about to get a new head trauma patient!”
CRRRRRRRRAACCKKKK!!!!
A vicious stinging raced across Jessica’s wrists, the bat dropping from her hands.
CRRRRRRRRAACCKKKK!!!!
A second crack snapped across her back, sending her stumbling forward, tripping over the table before falling near the far corner. The ex-con rolled onto her back, her gaze rising to see a redhead glaring at her while climbing through the ropes into the ring.
ARIANE JONES
“You fuckin’ whore!” Jessica yelled over at Ariane, the cowgirl ready to snap it once more across the ex-con.
“I expected a backstabbin’,” Ariane said with a glare leveled on the brunette. “But I didn’t expect y’all to be this dumb.”
“Fuck you!” Walker spat, standing up and reaching for the bat, only to have a third snap of the whip hit the side of the bat, flinging it across the ring with it rolling down to the floor.
Ariane kept a steely gaze focused on Jessica, just as the referee’s dressed as guards managed to make their way through the hole in the door that Ariane had ripped apart to enter herself. Security officials flooded into the ring, moving straight towards Jessica to restrain her, while medical personnel went to check on a barely lucid Goodale.
Ariane went to check on her friend, sending a glare at Jessica, who smirked back at her.
“This ain’t over, Walker,” Ariane spat.
Jessica just smiled as she was handled away. “Good.”