Post by SammieSinclair on Nov 9, 2014 14:29:16 GMT
All the tales had been told but one and so those dwellers in the Madhouse basement leaned forward in their seats as the Announcer summoned his last set of combatants. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the FAWN World Championship! By special request of the champion, the challenger was allowed to choose the stipulation and as you can see…” He gestured to the fifteen foot high steel box that the crew had assembled around the ring following the last match. “She has chosen a steel cage! Pins, submissions and knockouts count as usual, anyone who chooses to escape the cage will automatically forfeit the match because as everyone knows, escaping the cage--” ‘IS FOR PUSSIES!’ roared the throng. Nodding his agreement, the Announcer went on.”
“Introducing first, the challenger… hailing from Manchester, England in the United Kingdom… standing five feet two inches tall and weighing in this evening at one-hundred and eighteen pounds… JAAAIIIMMMEEE LOOONNNDDDOOONNN!”
ARMY OF ME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vSEwzFOYFNw
The hometown and the surname were more than enough to clue the FAWNatics in. They were witnessing the emergence of the next generation of certified FAWN royalty, and they gave the youngster an ovation worthy of her more accomplished, absent aunt, almost drowning out the opening of Bjork’s “Army of Me”. The roar had only just begun to fade when the curtains parted, and the youngster burst onto the stage.
JAIME LONDON:
As indicated by the announcer’s introduction, she was a little bit shorter than the elder London, and sported short red hair in place of Shea’s long, dirty blonde locks. One thing both women shared, however, was the million megawatt smile that instantly cemented the house being in the rookie’s corner. Jaime’s powerful, diminutive frame was clad in a dark blue two piece, her elbows and knees adorned in red pads and feet encased in red boots. Written across her tush, in flowing and rather girlish cursive red script was a one-word warning to any and all upcoming opponents: “Ka-BOOM!”
London 2.0 made her way down the aisle, slapping hands, her feet barely touching the floor; such was the energy with which the lightweight approached the ring. If she was feeling any nerves on the eve of the biggest opportunity of her young career, Jaime did an outstanding job of not letting them show. No matter how she had gotten this opportunity, it was now hers--inside a steel cage, limiting matters to JUST her and the Amazing Academic. West was good, no doubt about that. Her methods might not always be the most honourable, but she was certainly worthy of holding the World title.
And tonight, Jaime would show that SHE was worthy, too.
Ascending the steps and crossing over the threshold of the cage’s doorway, the young Brit swiftly heads to the nearest corner, mounting the top turnbuckle with all the grace the London name would suggest. Jaime pumped a fist, earning a cheer from the masses—a cheer that grew only loudly when the redhead launched a perfect backward somersault, sticking the landing without as much as a wobble.
As with virtually all newcomers to the sport, Jaime’s road so far had been a bumpy one. For every impressive win she had scored, there was a defeat to go alongside--perhaps none worse than when she had been put on the shelf by Pandora. But judging by the athleticism of her entrance and the victories she HAD picked up to this point, Jaime London was clearly no legacy hiring.
Baby London’s legacy, on the other hand, might just be about to begin...
While Jaime whipped the crowd into a frenzy, the Ring Announcer did his best to be a total buzz-kill. “And introducing her opponent, representing the Black Court hailing from Dunwich Massachusetts, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in tonight at one-hundred and twenty-two pounds. She is the Alpha and the Omega, the Black Queen and the reigning and defending FAWN World Champion… EMILY WEST!”
HANDLEBARS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=waRtcBy_GMI
Sure enough the boos started in right away, save for those peculiar malcontents who couldn’t help but root for the villain on Halloween night. As uncaring to their reaction as ever, the Madhouse lights went down and darkness held sway until a slightly phosphorescent glow illuminated the stage. Accompanied by the plinking introduction to ’Handlebars’, a second bank of spotlights lit on the squared circle, transforming it into an eight by eight grid of black and white squares, the only chessboard worthy of the architect of FAWN’s grand design. When Jonny 5 reminded everyone he could ‘keep rhythm with no metronome, no metronome’ Emily West stepped through the curtain.
EMILY WEST:
Smirking out into the gloom, Emily stepped forward, reached behind her back and undid the clasp of the belt she’d wrested from a certain Alpha Athlete the month prior. The fans didn’t like their new ruler very much and voiced their displeasure with a loud ‘MAGS WAS ROBBED!’ Emily’s smile grew wider by degrees and she raised the title overhead. With her free hand she pointed into the deep valley of her décolletage and mouthed, “Made her quit.”
For the first of lord only knew how many title defenses, Emily wore a gleaming black corset with half a dozen tiny silver buttons that started just below her sternum and ended just above her navel. Below, the corset flowed seamlessly into a matching black skirt edged in delicate white lace. Traveling yet farther south (across perhaps three inches of exquisitely toned thigh) West’s strong legs were armored in black nylon stockings topped by more lace (albeit in black) and shiny black wrestling boots that reached to just below the knee. Her big match look was accessorized with flat black pads at elbow and knee and a completed by a wide choker done in black velvet. From this choker hung a small onyx pendant carved into the shape of Emily’s favorite chess piece. Once she’d given them enough time to appreciate what she was about to do, West started down the aisle in a slow strut that allowed her to take in every detail of her surroundings. Most of it was painfully forgettable, but one sign displayed such abject foolishness she couldn‘t help but snort as she passed by.
PREPARE FOR AN ALL NEW LONDON RUN!
“If by that you mean longest stretch of days spent recovering from the worst kind of beating, you’re absolutely right.” The sign-waver didn’t appreciate the sentiment so the Insidious Intellectual ascended the steps and paused at the top while the canvas regained its usual monochromatic scheme. Gliding into the cage when the deed was done, West crossed the ring and mounted the far turnbuckles to better look out on all the pieces of her game board. Satisfied she had their measure, she raised the title and tapped its golden faceplate three times.
I’m. So. Smart.
Turning to Nick Castle, who looked mostly recovered after dining on Celia Blassenville’s heel earlier in the evening, West handed him the title and said, “I understand if you’re feeling a little off your game, Nicholas. I won’t hold it against you if the counts are a little slower tonight. It will give young Ms. London a better opportunity to taste the rarified air of the Main Event.” Nick only rolled his eyes and pointed Em’s to her corner, it still hurt too much to talk unless absolutely necessary. The Black Queen obliged him with a soft smile and backed into the buckles to await his final inspection.
Seemingly unintimidated by what was surely the biggest match of her burgeoning career, Jaime London strode out of her corner with the CLANG of the bell and was secretly pleased to see West do the same. While instinct warned her against it, principle spoke a little louder so the Briton stopped in the center of the ring and extended a hand to Emily. “A lot of people would call me stupid for doing this.” she told the Black Queen. “But regardless of motive, you put me within three seconds of the FAWN World Championship. So for that, thank you.”
Emily regarded the younger woman for a moment, then returned the gesture. “Most of the people who would call you stupid would never find themselves presented with such an opportunity, Jaime London. Fate may have put you in this ring, but it was your own initiative that provided the cage.” West stepped back and smiled faintly. “Now that your wish has been granted, is it everything you hoped it would be?”
London’s hands rose to shoulder level as she hunched forward in anticipation of the clench. “Oh yeah. And it’ll be even better when I’ve got that belt hoisted overhead.”
West stepped back and beckoned her forward. “Good girl. Come then, show your Queen what a London can do.”
Jaime obliged her at once, the challenger diving into a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. Though Em had a three inch height advantage she was only four pounds heavier, meaning she didn’t just bull London around, at least not at first. Feet braced firmly against the mat, Jaime tried to push West toward a corner and when that didn’t work she sought to transition into a Waistlock or maybe a Hammerlock. No luck there either, Emily adjusted with her, the Insidious Intellectual keeping the redhead bogged down until she pivoted on one heel and thumped the brawniest part of her left thigh across Jaime’s midsection.
Grunting, London stumbled, then went into a full on backpedal when the champion marched her into the nearest set of turnbuckles. Fully aware that her foe was confined by the ring post, Emily kept pressing forward, forcing the smaller lass to carry her weight until Nick Castle hurried over and tapped a shoulder.
“Enough of that, Emily. Let her loose.”
Emily did as asked but when she stepped back she patted the London’s cheek in deliberately condescending fashion. “A good start. Let’s try to do better next time, shall we?”
Jaime rolled her shoulders and remained silent, a tactic Shea strongly endorsed. Raising her hands again she lunged out of the corner, then went low for a Go-Behind only to curse when Emily countered with one of her own. Presented with the whole of London’s six, the Sensual Scholar wrapped her challenger’s hips in a tight Reverse Bear Hug and lifted her off the mat, thus denying the nimble Englishwoman that all important vertical base.
A hard shake and an abrupt half spin convinced the FAWNatics Em was looking for an amateur-style Takedown. Instead she marched right back to the corner and stuffed Jaime against it, tits-first this time. West pushed off after only a moment, keeping one hand pressed between the redhead’s shoulders to make sure she didn’t slip loose. The other she cupped into a shallow ‘C’ and CLAPPED London across the butt.
That cupping made it sound louder than it actually was, not that the truth mattered to the ‘oooooohing’ crowd or the angry challenger. Rounding on the taller brunette, she took a threatening step forward and said, “You’re going to regret looking past me, Emily.”
West didn’t so much as blink. “You’re confused, dear. I’m not looking past you, I’m looking AT you. Soon as the Wheel gave me your name, you had my undivided attention… whether you wanted it or not.”
“Believe me, I want it.” Jaime launched herself off the buckles in search of a third clench and found a Shoulderblock jammed into her tummy instead. Wrapping her arms around the redhead’s upper thighs (just below the swell of her glutes really) Emily muscled London onto her shoulder, charged the buckles and THWHUMPED her into them with a Spear cum Shoulderblock. Jaime arched back, then folded forward when West took the middle rope in both hands and used it to fuel half a dozen more Shoulderblocks, the combined might of which left Jamie’s butt stuffed up over the second turnbuckle.
Piling on one more after Castle started admonishing her again, Emily grabbed the younger London by the scruff of the neck, stepped aside and tossed her out onto the wide expanse of canvas. She’d expected the bubbly Brit to pitch forward onto her face so imagine West’s surprise when Jaime dropped into a low tumble and popped to her feet almost at once. Sprinting back at the champion in blur of blue and red, Jaime sprang, cocked a Forearm and THWHAPPED a hard shot across the Black Queen’s jaw.
Emily staggered and London followed her all the way into the corner, the enthusiastic challenger just pushing and shoving to get what she wanted. When West could go no farther Jaime hopped onto the middle rope, plunged one hand into the brunette’s hair and wrenched her head back sharply. With her other hand balled and waiting beside her ear, London looked out at the crowd and shouted, “ARE YA WITH ME, MADHOUSE?”
The inmates assured her of their loyalties with a resounding affirmative, so Jaime lined up her knuckles and set to work denting the champ’s forehead. Always delighted to see Emily take a beating, the crowd counted, ‘ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE…’
The Insidious Intellectual wedged both hands against her foe’s encroaching midsection and shoved with more than enough force to send the Brit flying from her perch. “Fearless, I see.” she said with mild interest. “I thought that genetic deficiency would’ve been bred out of the London stock years ago.”
“I don’t see anything to be afraid of.” Jaime spat back. “Just an egomaniac cut off from the protective network of her goon squad.
“Oh dear, you’re just as misguided as your blathering aunt, aren’t you?” Emily couldn’t keep the smirk off her lips any longer. “Here’s a useful bit of information, little girl. The Court doesn’t protect me from FAWN. It protects FAWN from me.”
Jaime took that as an invitation so she charged, sprang with both knees drawn up against her chest and let out a stunned little groan when Emily spun aside, leaving her to bounce full-force against the top turnbuckle. Hurting but far from senseless, London hooked an arm over the ropes in mid-air, meaning she was able to land on her feet, even though doing so sent a sharp jolt through her throbbing knees. She was in the midst of trying to ascertain what sort of damage had been done when Emily charged in from behind and THWHUMPED her against the thinly-padded steel with an Avalanche Splash.
One in search of silver linings might’ve noted that the ferocious breasts-on-buckle compaction gave Jaime a better chance of staying vertical would’ve cursed themselves for speaking too soon when Emily bent down and grabbed hold of the challenger’s ankles. A single yank n’ step back sent Jaime timbering to the mat, her chin landing within the shadow cast by the bottom buckle.
“Oh dear, this is an unfortunate position you find yourself in.” West crossed Jaime’s feet in a squashed ‘X’, then stuffed the Briton’s heels against her tush and wedged a boot in against the lower fork to keep them in place. “I mean really, aside from the obvious strategic disadvantages, it’s just a terrible view. It’s up to you to deal with the former, but will happily assist with the latter.”
Leaning down, she grabbed the redhead’s wrists in either hand and pulled up, thus hoisting her upper body off the mat in a spine-stretching Surfboard. Far worse however was the placement of her head, which now hovered less than six inches above the bottom buckle. “There now.” Emily asked the valiantly straining Englishwoman. “Isn’t that better?”
Jaime twisted her wrists and shook her head, minor acts of rebellion that earned another vengeful tug from her attacker. “Teasing chav,” she grunted, “we both know what you’re going to do, so just bloody get on with it LLLNNNRRRGGGHH!” Emily moved her foot from the small of London’s back to the base of her neck and stomped down, just BWUUUNING the challenger’s face against the bottom turnbuckle with cringe-inducing force.
BRAIN DRAIN @ 2:39
www.youtube.com/watch?v=05XDcBiPxmo
Brain thoroughly drained by the modified Curbstomp, Jaime curled one arm around the back of her head and somehow managed to drape the other over the bottom rope, pure in-ring instinct reminding her to look for sanctuary even in the darkest of times. And technically she earned it, unfortunately the prostrate redhead was in no condition to enforce it when Emily bent down, grabbed a handful of waistband and hauled her to her knees. Laying a hand on Jaime’s shoulder, West smoothed the other woman’s hair out with her other hand, then grabbed hold and tugged hard enough to make the Brit look up at the lights.
“The game is fresh but I can see where it will lead. Do you wish to surrender now, Jaime London? There is no shame in self preservation.”
“Suuuuhhh… skkaaa… screw you, girlie.” Jaime mumbled. “I asked for this, I’m not gonna waste NNNGGGHH!”
Emily drilled the point of her elbow into the bridge of London’s nose, bringing tears to her eyes at once. Cupping the youngster’s head in her hands, Em flipped hair off her face and said, “That is an admirable sentiment, my friend. And because I am a most gracious leader I will see to it that you get the most from this opportunity.”
With her promise made, the Black Queen forced Jaime to stand, then wrapped her right arm around opposing waist and stuffed her head under Jaime’s left arm. Bracing her left hand against the back of London’s thigh gave Emily all the leverage she needed to hoist the Englishwoman onto the point of her right shoulder, where Jaime stayed until the champ swung her down and sank to one knee, all the better to THWHUMP her foe’s tailbone on the posted joint.
ATOMIC DROP @ 00:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pTSEBdh4Lw0
Bounced onto tiptoes by the Atomic Drop, Jaime started to baby step away, alas Emily’s half Waistlock was still in place and by locking her hands she turned it into straight-up Reverse Bear Hug. Those expecting something from the technician’s wheelhouse were quite surprised when West muscled London up ‘n over her right shoulder, poor Jaime draped spine-first down the champ’s back like some squirming, suffering cape. Hands knotted just below Jaime’s navel, Emily jostled up and down and turned to each side of the arena, deliberately stomping through the steps to make the Canadian Backbreaker that much more unpleasant. After two full rotations and a few pit-bull-like shakes, Emily went through half a dozen deep squat thrusts before she finally asked, “Feeling like you’ve made the most of this opportunity, Jaime? Or shall I continue?”
Jaime shook her head ‘no’, more for the referee than the bytch trying to snap her spine. To her, she growled, “How many times to I have ta tell ya, West? You’re not gonna talk me into a submWHOAHNNNGGGHH!”
Emily charged the ropes, put one hand against the smaller woman’s backside and shoved / slung her over the ropes, which would’ve meant a gawdawful faceplant on the floor if they hadn’t been in a cage. Since they were in a cage it meant a gawdawful collision with the steel links, Jaime’s head, chest and bell making a terrible rattling BWAAAAM! when she slammed home. This was followed by a far duller, sweatier THWHUD when she bounced off the links and landed on her back practically at Emily’s feet.
“I don’t know how much use you’ll get out of the cage,” the Amazing Academic smirked, “but it can certainly get a lot out of you.”
That little bon mot got no response from the challenger so Em got one from the FAWNatics when she nudged Jaime’s face to the side with the toe of one boot, then placed it firmly atop her cheek. Arrogant and domineering though it was, it was also undeniably a pin, so Nick dropped to one knee and counted…
ONE…
TWO…
Emily hopped up and twisted in a sharp circle, intentionally breaking her own cover by doing her best to scrape the skin off London’s face. The ref stood up and gave her a disapproving look. “That’s not cool Em’s.”
“What’s popular is not always right. What’s right is not always popular, Mr. Castle.” she replied. “Jaime London is a legitimate challenger and I will treat her as one. To do otherwise would be disingenuous as best and an insult to the World Title at worst.”
Nick looked like he had something to add but Emily had other things on her admittedly giant mind, namely treating the redhead with all the respect she deserved. Securing the younger woman by the scruff of the neck, the Insidious Intellectual loped to the far side of the ring, hit the brakes and tossed Jaime into another jarring BWANG against the side of the cage. London bounced away and landed on her feet, so Emily resumed her neck clasp and started back to the other side of the ring.
She was more than three quarters of the way there when Jaime grabbed HER by the neck and whipped around in a hard circle. Momentum reversed just like that, the challenger dug in her heels and BWAAAANGED Emily’s vaunted noggin against the links with as much strength as she could muster. Legitimately stunned for the first time since the bell sounded, Emily staggered back on her heels and forgot all about Jaime London until the crowd let loose with a monstrous cheer. Only then did she look up which meant she had just enough time to watch the highflying lightweight leap bounce off the second rope with her right arm cocked to shoulder level. THWHACK! Jaime’s elbow caught Emily flush on the chin and the champ went down like a sack of mail. Bounding to her feet in spite of the aches she’d already accumulated, London took a split-second to analyze West’s position in the ring, then raced at the ropes to the vulnerable royal’s right. Going to the middle rope for the second time in less than fifteen seconds, Jaime twisted around in mid-flight, kicked her gams out straight and brought the right one THWHUMPING down calf-first atop Emily’s chest.
SPRINGBOARD BACK ELBOW & SPRINGBOARD LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SdMByI_KXAA
It wasn’t a ‘Sensational’ Leg Drop but it made for an excellent tribute and gave Jaime plenty of motivation to go for her first cover of the match. Nick was in perfect position from the get-go and he wasted no time counting…
ONE…
TWO…’
Emily kicked out simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ a stark reminder to everyone that this fight was far from over. No one realized that more than Jaime London, who was quick to ‘help’ the Insidious Intellectual to boot-leather with a double handful of hair. “These are for stompin’ my face.” the galvanized Englishwoman pwak-pwak’ed two Forearm Smashes against Emily’s chin. “This is for treatin’ my aunt like shit.” A harder Forearm Smash knocked the brunette back on her heels. “And this is for bein’ a condescending bytch.”
Curling her left arm around the back of Emily’s head, London pulled her down and twisted in, the redhead angling he right up at a sharp angle to THWHAP Em’s chin with a beautiful European Uppercut. West swung around and lurched away but didn’t go down, so Jaime raced by her and leapt onto the second rope for a third time. From there she launched, twisted and lashed out, her right shin THWHACKING Emily flush in the temple.
SPRINGBOARD ENZUIGIRI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wOl8YGCXyKc
West crashed to the mat again and Jaime was right there to take advantage, the blue-clad battler dropping across her chest in a mini-Splash that transformed into a Crossbody with no effort whatsoever. Gripping Emily’s left wrist in both hands, Jaime pressed down with all her weight and nodded along for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Emily tossed her opponent off with a full second to spare, showing the younger London a level of power that was a bit worrisome considering the amount of punishment she’d piled on in rapid order. Shaking off the brief flash of doubt, Jaime helped herself to a handful of hair and dragged the Black Queen to her feet. “Lotta girls speak o’ these things in hushed tones.” Jaime muttered after she’d clasped both hands across the back of Emily’s neck. “Like they’re some match deciding force of nature and not just another set of tits attached to a skeevy chav. Know what I see when I look at that chest of yours, champ?” London jerked the taller woman forward and down, treating West to an excellent view of the canvas. “I see two bloody spectacular targets.”
She proceeded to back up all that bold talk by firing her left knee up into the hulking curves of the champ’s vaunted rack. Emily ‘nnngghhed’ and drove a punch into London’s ribs but it lacked the usual force and Jaime answered with another Kneelift, this one from the right. Alternating back and forth, the slender Englishwoman started quite methodically, then steadily increased her pace as the Insidious Intellectual couldn’t work her way free of the simple trap. A full dozen of these machinegun-style Kneelifts had Em’s gams gone all woozy and Jaime knew the brunette would collapse if she didn’t change tactics soon. While there was a certain visceral pleasure in smashing a World Champ to all fours, London didn’t feel like scraping her up just yet so she broke the neck clasp, hopped up and THUMPED both knees into West’s girls to complete the set.
Knocked back on her heels by the bludgeoning blows, Emily paid no attention to anything other than her aching chest until Jaime twisted around, reached over her right shoulder and snagged the brainiac’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock. London took flight as soon as her fingers locked, launching herself into a gorgeous back-flip that sent her soaring up ‘n over the reeling American. Tucking her knees beneath her as she floated over, Jaime landed in relative comfort whereas Emily was wrenched loose from her moorings and THWHAMMED down flat on the back of her head and shoulders. The FAWNatics leapt to their feet as West’s jolted toward the rafters and their vocal thunder grew all the louder when London hooked the far leg and cradled it up tight for the…
STANDING SHIRANUI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZKMWjIfKb4
ONE…
TWO…
Emily shoved her off and sat up, one arm wrapped around the back of her pounding skull. “An impressive floor routine, little girl.” she growled. “But do you have anything in that arsenal with actual stopping poWWEERRGGH!”
Jaime sprang from one knee to a deep crouch and from a deep crouch to a short vertical leap that gave her just enough time and elevation to THWHAP both heels into the Courtier’s chin. “So ya wanna sample something that delivers the lastin’ hurt, do ya Ems?” Jaime snapped. “I do believe I’ve got just the thing you’re lookin’ for.”
Seizing the prone brunette’s right ankle in both hands, Jaime got to her feet and stepped over and around the exposed limb like she was kicking off a Figure Four. But instead of a full circle she stopped at the halfway point and dropped into a seat that put her ‘Ka-BOOM!’ emblazoned backside atop Emily’s abused bounty. More importantly, she trapped the champ’s right forearm between her right thigh and calf, halving the chance of enduring a nasty hair pull. With Em’s right stem twined around her left, London crooked it into the short part of the ‘4’ then grabbed West’s left leg around the calf and pulled it straight up, an unpleasant adjustment that put extreme pressure on both of the champ’s knees as well as her left hamstring.
REVERSE LEGLOCK: <br>
www.youtube.com/watch?v=T13zoJMGqV4 <br>
“Check her shoulders while you’re down there, Nick!” Jaime joked as she bounced and jostled the modified Leglock. “I don’t want the little juggernaut thinking I wouldn’t accept a pin!”
Nick, who’d swooped into position as soon as London sat down, checked Emily’s shoulders on principle and confirmed that the right was down and the left was up. Emily noticed the attention to detail and gave him a small, pained smile. “Exemplary work as always, Nicholas. Since you’ve already checked my shouldeerrrgghhh…. shoulders, allow me to answer your other question. No, I most certainly do not submit. Young Ms. London will have to try a lot harder if she wants to RRRGGGHHHHHHHHHH!”
Jaime bounced on the Black Queen’s rack again, then slid back until the curve of ‘Ka-BOOM!’ was wedged tight against the shelf of Emily’s chin. “Check her again!” London demanded while CRAAAAAAAAANKING back on the Figure Four harder than ever. “Pinned or submitted, this chav is goin’ down!” Another check from Nick and this time both of Emily’s shoulders were flat so he pounded the canvas…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Jaime let loose and sprang to her feet, one hand pressed protectively against the center of her trunks. “You nasty little cockroach! Let me show you what happens to birds who decide to work low on me!”
She reached down and Emily tried to ward her off with a shove, so the angry redhead trapped her right hand in a Greco-Roman Knucklelock and used it to drag the Sensual Scholar to her feet. Soon as Em was upright Jaime wheeled back with her free hand and CRAAACKED a huge, overhand smack down on her foe’s décolletage. “Next time it’ll be your cheek, champ!”
Linked to West via the Knucklelock, London charged to the nearest corner and jumped onto the second strand. From there she immediately hopped across the ring post to land on the top rope. She was mere heartbeats shy of launching into a perfect Tornado DDT when whipped her left leg up and kicked the underside of the top strand. Jaime’s tenuous balance disintegrated at once and she dropped into a crotch-first TWAAANG atop the rubber-coated steel.
Freed from the Brit’s grip when Jaime was forced to inspect her burning nethers with both hands. “It seems your usually catlike reflexes have failed you, Jaime London.” Em’s chuckled. “Perhaps you’d like to take this moment to rest your head?” Not about to give the challenger any say in the matter, the Black Queen grabbed hold of her opponent’s head and proceeded to BWAAAANG! it against the side of the cage no less than half a dozen times.
Jerking the glassy-eyed redhead into a Front Facelock when she finished, Emily slung Jaime’s near arm over her shoulders and stepped backward until London was hanging suspended by the Facelock at one end and her ankles at the other. “If there’s a downside to fireworks,” the Malefic Malengine told the booing throng, “it’s that their absence makes the night all the darker after they inevitably burn out.” That said she twisted under Jaime’s body from the left and dropped to her back while London was spun loose and THWHUNKED down on the back of her skull.
DRAGON SCREW NECK WHIP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5RjIVRw5yeY
Both ladies sat up in the aftermath but whereas Emily stayed that way, Jaime slopped onto her side, one boot tapping dispiritedly against the mat. West stayed where she was a little longer than necessary, the patient brunette keeping an eye on her foe for any sign of the infamous London Run. Seeing none, she got up, strutted over to the redhead and cupped her ears in both hands. “Time to get back to it Miss London, this is after all your moment to show the world just how much you have in common with your meddlesome kin.”
Jaime only muttered something incoherent, meaning West’s well of witty repartee remained untapped as she wedged the challenger’s head under her left arm. Working her arms under London’s biceps, Emily locked her hands, then dipped her knees and powered the smaller woman all the way to high noon. What would’ve been a Double Underhook Suplex transformed into something else entirely when West broke her grip and stepped to the side just as Jaime started her descent. Falling with her, Emily landed on her tush when London landed on her back, meaning she was in perfect position to snake her legs around Jaime’s left bicep, With her ankles locked and the redhead’s wrist locked down tight, Em leaned forward, then JERKED back, stretching herself out full length to apply hellacious pressure on the Jujigatame.
DOUBLE MAJOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5H007VEho3w
The younger London bucked and writhed and smacked her heels against the mat as hard as she could, perhaps not the best use of energy at a time like this, but it gave her something to focus on other than the growing burn in her shoulder and elbow. So of course Castle brought it all rushing back when he dropped to one knee and asked, “How you doing, Jaime? If it gets to be too much you gotta tell me. I don’t want you dislocating that elbow.”
Jaime shook her head ‘no’ even though the presence of Emily’s legs made it harder than normal. “I’m ok, Nick,” she grunted. “This chav’s not gonna take me down that EERRRGGGHHHH!”
Emily put her right foot against the side of the challenger’s face and pushed, a shift that lessened the torque on the Jujigatame (If only be a little) but put a noticeable amount of strain on London’s neck. Grinding her foot on Jaime’s cheek while still wrenching on the joint-lock, West scolded, “Lies won’t do either of us any good now, Jaime. You can’t function with one arm and I’ll have an even harder time finding challengers if I maim the first one. So tell Nicholas the truth and we’ll--”
Jaime grabbed Emily’s encroaching foot in her free hand and shoved it off her cheek. In the same motion she rolled up onto her left side, thus relieving the Armbar almost entirely AND stacking Emily on her shoulders at the same time. Bearing down on those upturned haunches as hard as she could, Jaime had the temerity to mouth ‘Ka-Boom!’ to the struggling champ while Castle counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Emily pumped her hips and slammed Jaime back to the canvas and really CRAAAAAAAAAAANKED down on the captured limb, earning a wail of anguish from the redhead. “I should snap your elbow for that sort of insolence.” West growled. “But a whelp like you doesn’t deserve sympathy from anyone, especially not these bloodthirsty idiots. So with that in mind…”
The Sensual Scholar popped her ankles, released the Briton’s wrist and kicked her away with a dismissive little push. With London far too concerned about her busted wing to defend on any other front, Emily took her time in standing up, adjusting her togs and offering the crowd a little ‘why yes, I AM that good’ sort of bow. When she did scrape Jaime off the mat it was to redden her cheek with a single slap, then wrap a hand around her throat.
“I’ve been doing a lot of strength training with The Three.” West explained as she casually throttled the air from her foe’s lungs. “While I’ll never be able to womanhandle someone like Becky Clayton, I can most certainly have some big girl fun at your expense.”
Jaime squeaked and tried to rip Em’s claw away but the brunette only squeezed harder. Then she stuffed her other hand into the younger woman’s crotch, dipped her knees and hoisted her high overhead with a Military Press that earned a round of grudging ‘ooooohhhh’s’ from the sold out crowd. Turning in a circle so each side of the arena got a chance to document her domination of the challenger, Emily noted, “While I appreciate the kudos, perhaps it’s best you wait until the end of the performance. After all, you haven’t seen the best part yet.” Just what ‘the best part’ entailed became abundantly clear when the Insidious Intellectual strode toward the ropes facing the hard camera and tossed Jaime with every bit of strength she could muster. In a normal match it would’ve meant a hellacious fall to the floor several feet below. Tonight it meant a hellacious BWAAAANG against the side of the cage followed by an ugly, skidding fall into the narrow alley between the ropes and the steel links.
Looking as smug as she ever had, Emily curled her right arm and flexed, showing the jeering throng a remarkably brawny bicep. She was still brandishing those guns when she straightened her index finger and tapped her temple once, twice, three times.
I’m. So. Smart.
Once the lesson was imparted, West made her way to the ropes, leaned over and collected London with a handful of hair. Jaime’s weight was mostly of the dead variety, but as Em’s had said, she’d been doing a lot of strength training and she had the redhead to verticality sooner rather than later. Pressing the challenger against the unforgiving steel, West murmured, “It would be disingenuous of me to ask if you’ve enjoyed your time in the cage thus far, so tell me Jaime London, have you learned anything tonight?” Jaime didn’t speak, but she did dip her chin once. “You did?” Emily seemed genuinely pleased. “And would you care to share that with MEERRGGGHH!”
London grabbed the top rope in both hands, hopped up and THWHACKED her left foot off the side of Emily’s skull with a scintillating Enzugiri.
ROPE ASSISTED ENZUIGIRI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aKOT3p-fDA4
Finally deigning to share her new nugget of knowledge as West staggered away with her head in her hands, Jaime smirked, “Yeah. You talk too much.” Seeing that she had the Black Queen’s back, Jaime raced down the alley to the nearest corner and sprang to the top floor. After a heartbeat’s pause to gauge distance, wind resistance and the like, the younger London leapt out into the void and claimed possession of Emily’s head as she flew by. Snapped up in the jaws of a Diving Bulldog, West was torn off her feet and THWHUNKED down flat on her face, the crowd roaring KA-BOOM! while Jaime bulled her onto her back for the cover and the…
KA-BOOM!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=e6Ke4UgzmlI
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Emily kicked loose with half a tic to spare but Jaime didn’t waste time checking with Castle, she was too busy hauling the woozy brunette to her feet. “Learned something else too, champ. You’re waaaaaay too slow to keep up with the likes of NNNNGGHHH!”
Emily ‘clacked’ the redhead’s teeth together with a stiff European Uppercut, then snatched London’s wrist when she rocked back on her heels. “How is it that you haven’t learned from your aunt’s mistakes?” West huffed. “I find that remarkably fascinating.”
Not so fascinating the answer couldn’t wait apparently, as the Amazing Academic stepped back, dropped a shoulder and slung Jaime toward the far corner. Not entirely convinced the redhead could take another collision with the thinly-padded steel, Emily followed a few paces behind. This proved problematic when London skipped from the canvas to the middle rope and the high rent district beyond in the blink of an eye. Launching herself without bothering to check if West was in her line of fire, Jaime whirled around in mid-air and THWHUMPED into the startled champion in a back-on-chest collision that sent Emily to the mat in a heap. Almost on top of her foe after the Sensational Cannonball, London stretched out on Emily in a Crossbody, hooked the far leg and nodded along for the…
SENSATIONAL CANNONBALL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1nixmHUrQI
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Emily kicked her off, denying the kinetic redhead her first taste of gold by the slimmest of margins. Angry but not frustrated, Jaime made it to her feet then hurried over to the strands on Emily’s six and slipped out onto the apron. Top rope in both hands, Jaime pounded one foot against the canvas which got the whole Madhouse thundering within seconds. Emily struggled to her feet during this cacophony, the dazed champ looking far more sluggish than usual. Her body might’ve been slow to respond but her mind was quick as ever and a sidelong glance at the FAWN’tron told the Black Queen exactly where her opponent resided on the board. Turning toward London with a bit more lurch than she actually felt, Emily started calculating her odds the instant London leapt to the top rope.
Unaware of Em’s machinations, Jaime launched herself in a headfirst dive and caught hold of Emily’s braincase as she soared by. London kicked around and in the instant she cinched on, the limber redhead building a whole lotta momentum as she swung under West’s left arm to ‘OOOOOHHHHHHH!’ the FAWNatics voiced a surprised murmur when Emily wrapped her arms around the challenger’s lower thighs and dropped into a deep, deep crouch. All of Jaime’s momentum came to a grinding halt, the usually ferocious M.U. DDT reduced to mere acrobatics because the Brit was suspended in a double leg cradle. “Stronger than ya look, I’ll admit that.” Jaime huffed while cranking back he Facelock. “But you won’t be the first fireplug I’ve laid on her baKKWWWOOOAAAAHHH!”
Emily slung an arm over London’s head and bore down, securing a Facelock of her own. More worthy of note, she relinquished the other half of her cradle to snag hold of the youngster’s dark blue waistband. Then she popped her hips and whipped Jaime all the way to high noon. The interested buzz blossomed into full blown worry in an instant, the London Legions willing the redhead to work her way loose even as the seconds continued to tick by. No one recognized the need for an escape hatch more than Jaime and to her credit she kicked her legs, worked her hips and did anything else she could think of to keep the Doomsday Clock from striking midnight. Admirable indeed, alas Emily’s plans were not to be denied and after ten full seconds of hesitation she kicked her plant leg up high and laid out on her back to THWONK the point of Jaime’s skull into the canvas with a murderous Cerebral Hemorrhage.
CEREBRAL HEMORRHAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L53TPig5wAM
London’s sat up in fast forward and collapsed in slow motion, the once kinetic battler settling out in a deep pool of ‘wha’ hoppen?’ Brainbusters were just one of many areas where Emily West was an authority and she knew damned well that Jaime London wasn’t going to beat a three count, were she to seek one. But she also knew that as much as the crowd would deny it later, they possessed a bloodlust that couldn’t be sated by a single thunderclap reversal, no matter how impressive or emphatic. No, they wanted to slow down and get a really good look at the scene of the accident, which was why the Amazing Academic worked her hands into Jaime’s hair and pulled her to boot-leather in stages.
“You fought to the best of your abilities, Jaime London. That is all the Black Queen asks of her pieces and in honor of that effort I shall allow you to pass from consciousness with your feet beneath you.”
Head bowed, shoulders slumped, the subdued redhead couldn’t even moan a response, which was answer enough for the champion. Curling her right arm around the back of Jaime’s neck, Emily gripped her left bicep, then palmed the back of the Briton’s head with her left hand and pulled tight, drawing Jaime’s glassy features into the looming shadows of her décolletage.
Anyone expecting or hoping for some frenetic resurgence from the challenger was sorely disappointed when West secured the Front Sleeper. Oh, Jaime fought it all right, she clutched Em’s shoulders and pushed, she curled her hands into fists and pounded away at opposing hip, she even yanked on West’s trunks and tresses a little. But all of it was done at half speed with none of the usual London flair and Emily never so much as budged. She only turned with the struggling redhead, forcing Jaime to concentrate on keeping her footing while oxygen became more and more precious. Resting her cheek against Jaime’s sweat-soaked pate, Emily drew the challenger in a little deeper and recited a bit of Coleridge she thought particularly apt.
“About and bout, in reel and route, the death fires danced at night. The waters like a witch’s oils burned green and blue and white.”
That was actually a pretty apt description of what London was seeing at the moment, not that she was in any condition to offer confirmation. In truth she couldn’t do much of anything. Her hands felt like lead weights but her legs felt like pogo-sticks with metal fatigue, each of them ready to collapse at a moment’s notice. Whimpering softly into the all conquering valley of her opponent’s cleavage, Jaime tried to tap on Emily’s thigh, but she simply couldn’t muster the energy. She was still trying when the witch fires faded from view, leaving her sleeping the sleep of the dearly departed.
While West could’ve noted the exact second of the Brit’s departure from consciousness, she knew that Castle wouldn’t simply take his word for it, so she glanced in his direction and mouthed ‘It’s done.’ The ref came over, took London’s right wrist and raised it to shoulder level. It flopped back to her side upon release, to absolutely no one’s surprise. He repeated the test twice more and when it dropped for the last time he turned to the Timekeeper and flicked a signal. The bell CLANGED and Emily released the Sleeper without fanfare, allowing Jaime’s face to squeeeeaaaak down the landscape of her chest, belly and thighs before landing hard on her knees.
A bit surprised when London didn’t immediately timber in one direction or another, the Insidious Intellectual put a hand against Jaime’s cheek and shoved her aside right as the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knockout and STILL the FAWN World Champion… EMILY WEST!”
Taking a moment to adjust her top (and surreptitiously wipe the Brit slobber from her chest) Emily looked out at the crowd and said, “And with dear Jaime tucked in I do believe we’re all out of tricks and treats for the--” A cheer from those assembled drew West’s attention to the ramp, where someone was making her way down to the squared circle at a truly Sensational pace. “Well, it appears I spoke too soon.” the brunette said under her breath. Strolling to the corner closest to the steel steps, Emily brushed Castle aside with a murmured, “I’ll handle this, Nicholas.”
An instant later someone banged on the cage door and Ems transformed from victorious champion to gracious hostess just like that. “Well hello there! I must say, you strike me as a little old to be trick r’ treating, but that is a truly excellent Shea London costume. Tell me, just how did you manage to replicate the smell of Kylie Sanders’s ass?”
SHEA LONDON:
Shea London twined her fingers through the links in the cage door and gave it a hard tug. “You’re a laugh riot, West. Now open this bloody door.”
Emily arched an eyebrow and made a tsk-tsk in the back of her throat. My, my, that doesn’t sound like someone who wants any can--”
Shea reared back and BWAAANGED a forearm against the door hard enough to rattle it in the frame. “Enough of the GAMES, West!” she barked. “Open the bloody door or so ’elp me I’ll--”
“YOU’LL DO NOTHING.” Emily stepped so close to the door her forehead was pressed against the links. “What you’ll do is stand there, shut your ever yammering MOUTH and show the proper reverence to the woman who decides if your precious niece leaves this ring under her own power or with the assistance of a large medical staff. Are we clear?”
Shea closed in on her side and for a moment blonde and brunette were nose to nose despite the looming presence of the cage. “If you think for one second I’ll drop down and kiss yer bloody ring yer crazier than--”
“When you kneel before me it will be without your knowledge.” Emily said coldly. “Much as it was for Jaime several moments ago. ALL I require of you at the moment is to step. The. Fuck. Back.”
Shea almost reached through the cage but something on West’s face told her that would be unwise. So she raised her hands to shoulder level and backed down the steel steps. Emily waited long enough to make sure the Brit wouldn’t try anything foolish, then she nodded to Castle, who undid the padlock. Pushing the door open with a low, creeaaaaaaaaak, Emily slipped through the ropes and made her way to the floor. Eyes locked on Shea, the World Champion extended an arm and stepped aside.
“Your treat awaits, Shea London.”
The Sensational One matched the brunette’s gaze for several seconds, then brushed past West, making sure to give her a hard shoulder check in the process. “This isn’t over, Emily West. You and me? There’s a reckonin’ there and it’s a long time comin’.”
Emily’s lips turned up at the corners, the faintest hint of a smile. “Don’t bother playing the White Queen, Shea. It doesn’t suit you. Nursemaid. Sacrificial lamb. Pawn. Those are the roles you were born to play. Now go tend to your niece and don’t dare speak my name until you’ve washed off the stink of failure.” Emily turned without waiting for an answer, accepted the World Title from a nearby tech and continued on her way up the aisle.
Shea watched her go, waiting until the leader of the Black Court was out of sight before she raced up the steps and hurried over to her niece. Jaime was just starting to stir and the sight of her struggling to sit up banished all thoughts of Emily and her followers. The monsters would still be there in the morning. For now she had family to look after.
“Introducing first, the challenger… hailing from Manchester, England in the United Kingdom… standing five feet two inches tall and weighing in this evening at one-hundred and eighteen pounds… JAAAIIIMMMEEE LOOONNNDDDOOONNN!”
ARMY OF ME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vSEwzFOYFNw
The hometown and the surname were more than enough to clue the FAWNatics in. They were witnessing the emergence of the next generation of certified FAWN royalty, and they gave the youngster an ovation worthy of her more accomplished, absent aunt, almost drowning out the opening of Bjork’s “Army of Me”. The roar had only just begun to fade when the curtains parted, and the youngster burst onto the stage.
JAIME LONDON:
As indicated by the announcer’s introduction, she was a little bit shorter than the elder London, and sported short red hair in place of Shea’s long, dirty blonde locks. One thing both women shared, however, was the million megawatt smile that instantly cemented the house being in the rookie’s corner. Jaime’s powerful, diminutive frame was clad in a dark blue two piece, her elbows and knees adorned in red pads and feet encased in red boots. Written across her tush, in flowing and rather girlish cursive red script was a one-word warning to any and all upcoming opponents: “Ka-BOOM!”
London 2.0 made her way down the aisle, slapping hands, her feet barely touching the floor; such was the energy with which the lightweight approached the ring. If she was feeling any nerves on the eve of the biggest opportunity of her young career, Jaime did an outstanding job of not letting them show. No matter how she had gotten this opportunity, it was now hers--inside a steel cage, limiting matters to JUST her and the Amazing Academic. West was good, no doubt about that. Her methods might not always be the most honourable, but she was certainly worthy of holding the World title.
And tonight, Jaime would show that SHE was worthy, too.
Ascending the steps and crossing over the threshold of the cage’s doorway, the young Brit swiftly heads to the nearest corner, mounting the top turnbuckle with all the grace the London name would suggest. Jaime pumped a fist, earning a cheer from the masses—a cheer that grew only loudly when the redhead launched a perfect backward somersault, sticking the landing without as much as a wobble.
As with virtually all newcomers to the sport, Jaime’s road so far had been a bumpy one. For every impressive win she had scored, there was a defeat to go alongside--perhaps none worse than when she had been put on the shelf by Pandora. But judging by the athleticism of her entrance and the victories she HAD picked up to this point, Jaime London was clearly no legacy hiring.
Baby London’s legacy, on the other hand, might just be about to begin...
While Jaime whipped the crowd into a frenzy, the Ring Announcer did his best to be a total buzz-kill. “And introducing her opponent, representing the Black Court hailing from Dunwich Massachusetts, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in tonight at one-hundred and twenty-two pounds. She is the Alpha and the Omega, the Black Queen and the reigning and defending FAWN World Champion… EMILY WEST!”
HANDLEBARS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=waRtcBy_GMI
Sure enough the boos started in right away, save for those peculiar malcontents who couldn’t help but root for the villain on Halloween night. As uncaring to their reaction as ever, the Madhouse lights went down and darkness held sway until a slightly phosphorescent glow illuminated the stage. Accompanied by the plinking introduction to ’Handlebars’, a second bank of spotlights lit on the squared circle, transforming it into an eight by eight grid of black and white squares, the only chessboard worthy of the architect of FAWN’s grand design. When Jonny 5 reminded everyone he could ‘keep rhythm with no metronome, no metronome’ Emily West stepped through the curtain.
EMILY WEST:
Smirking out into the gloom, Emily stepped forward, reached behind her back and undid the clasp of the belt she’d wrested from a certain Alpha Athlete the month prior. The fans didn’t like their new ruler very much and voiced their displeasure with a loud ‘MAGS WAS ROBBED!’ Emily’s smile grew wider by degrees and she raised the title overhead. With her free hand she pointed into the deep valley of her décolletage and mouthed, “Made her quit.”
For the first of lord only knew how many title defenses, Emily wore a gleaming black corset with half a dozen tiny silver buttons that started just below her sternum and ended just above her navel. Below, the corset flowed seamlessly into a matching black skirt edged in delicate white lace. Traveling yet farther south (across perhaps three inches of exquisitely toned thigh) West’s strong legs were armored in black nylon stockings topped by more lace (albeit in black) and shiny black wrestling boots that reached to just below the knee. Her big match look was accessorized with flat black pads at elbow and knee and a completed by a wide choker done in black velvet. From this choker hung a small onyx pendant carved into the shape of Emily’s favorite chess piece. Once she’d given them enough time to appreciate what she was about to do, West started down the aisle in a slow strut that allowed her to take in every detail of her surroundings. Most of it was painfully forgettable, but one sign displayed such abject foolishness she couldn‘t help but snort as she passed by.
PREPARE FOR AN ALL NEW LONDON RUN!
“If by that you mean longest stretch of days spent recovering from the worst kind of beating, you’re absolutely right.” The sign-waver didn’t appreciate the sentiment so the Insidious Intellectual ascended the steps and paused at the top while the canvas regained its usual monochromatic scheme. Gliding into the cage when the deed was done, West crossed the ring and mounted the far turnbuckles to better look out on all the pieces of her game board. Satisfied she had their measure, she raised the title and tapped its golden faceplate three times.
I’m. So. Smart.
Turning to Nick Castle, who looked mostly recovered after dining on Celia Blassenville’s heel earlier in the evening, West handed him the title and said, “I understand if you’re feeling a little off your game, Nicholas. I won’t hold it against you if the counts are a little slower tonight. It will give young Ms. London a better opportunity to taste the rarified air of the Main Event.” Nick only rolled his eyes and pointed Em’s to her corner, it still hurt too much to talk unless absolutely necessary. The Black Queen obliged him with a soft smile and backed into the buckles to await his final inspection.
Seemingly unintimidated by what was surely the biggest match of her burgeoning career, Jaime London strode out of her corner with the CLANG of the bell and was secretly pleased to see West do the same. While instinct warned her against it, principle spoke a little louder so the Briton stopped in the center of the ring and extended a hand to Emily. “A lot of people would call me stupid for doing this.” she told the Black Queen. “But regardless of motive, you put me within three seconds of the FAWN World Championship. So for that, thank you.”
Emily regarded the younger woman for a moment, then returned the gesture. “Most of the people who would call you stupid would never find themselves presented with such an opportunity, Jaime London. Fate may have put you in this ring, but it was your own initiative that provided the cage.” West stepped back and smiled faintly. “Now that your wish has been granted, is it everything you hoped it would be?”
London’s hands rose to shoulder level as she hunched forward in anticipation of the clench. “Oh yeah. And it’ll be even better when I’ve got that belt hoisted overhead.”
West stepped back and beckoned her forward. “Good girl. Come then, show your Queen what a London can do.”
Jaime obliged her at once, the challenger diving into a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. Though Em had a three inch height advantage she was only four pounds heavier, meaning she didn’t just bull London around, at least not at first. Feet braced firmly against the mat, Jaime tried to push West toward a corner and when that didn’t work she sought to transition into a Waistlock or maybe a Hammerlock. No luck there either, Emily adjusted with her, the Insidious Intellectual keeping the redhead bogged down until she pivoted on one heel and thumped the brawniest part of her left thigh across Jaime’s midsection.
Grunting, London stumbled, then went into a full on backpedal when the champion marched her into the nearest set of turnbuckles. Fully aware that her foe was confined by the ring post, Emily kept pressing forward, forcing the smaller lass to carry her weight until Nick Castle hurried over and tapped a shoulder.
“Enough of that, Emily. Let her loose.”
Emily did as asked but when she stepped back she patted the London’s cheek in deliberately condescending fashion. “A good start. Let’s try to do better next time, shall we?”
Jaime rolled her shoulders and remained silent, a tactic Shea strongly endorsed. Raising her hands again she lunged out of the corner, then went low for a Go-Behind only to curse when Emily countered with one of her own. Presented with the whole of London’s six, the Sensual Scholar wrapped her challenger’s hips in a tight Reverse Bear Hug and lifted her off the mat, thus denying the nimble Englishwoman that all important vertical base.
A hard shake and an abrupt half spin convinced the FAWNatics Em was looking for an amateur-style Takedown. Instead she marched right back to the corner and stuffed Jaime against it, tits-first this time. West pushed off after only a moment, keeping one hand pressed between the redhead’s shoulders to make sure she didn’t slip loose. The other she cupped into a shallow ‘C’ and CLAPPED London across the butt.
That cupping made it sound louder than it actually was, not that the truth mattered to the ‘oooooohing’ crowd or the angry challenger. Rounding on the taller brunette, she took a threatening step forward and said, “You’re going to regret looking past me, Emily.”
West didn’t so much as blink. “You’re confused, dear. I’m not looking past you, I’m looking AT you. Soon as the Wheel gave me your name, you had my undivided attention… whether you wanted it or not.”
“Believe me, I want it.” Jaime launched herself off the buckles in search of a third clench and found a Shoulderblock jammed into her tummy instead. Wrapping her arms around the redhead’s upper thighs (just below the swell of her glutes really) Emily muscled London onto her shoulder, charged the buckles and THWHUMPED her into them with a Spear cum Shoulderblock. Jaime arched back, then folded forward when West took the middle rope in both hands and used it to fuel half a dozen more Shoulderblocks, the combined might of which left Jamie’s butt stuffed up over the second turnbuckle.
Piling on one more after Castle started admonishing her again, Emily grabbed the younger London by the scruff of the neck, stepped aside and tossed her out onto the wide expanse of canvas. She’d expected the bubbly Brit to pitch forward onto her face so imagine West’s surprise when Jaime dropped into a low tumble and popped to her feet almost at once. Sprinting back at the champion in blur of blue and red, Jaime sprang, cocked a Forearm and THWHAPPED a hard shot across the Black Queen’s jaw.
Emily staggered and London followed her all the way into the corner, the enthusiastic challenger just pushing and shoving to get what she wanted. When West could go no farther Jaime hopped onto the middle rope, plunged one hand into the brunette’s hair and wrenched her head back sharply. With her other hand balled and waiting beside her ear, London looked out at the crowd and shouted, “ARE YA WITH ME, MADHOUSE?”
The inmates assured her of their loyalties with a resounding affirmative, so Jaime lined up her knuckles and set to work denting the champ’s forehead. Always delighted to see Emily take a beating, the crowd counted, ‘ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE…’
The Insidious Intellectual wedged both hands against her foe’s encroaching midsection and shoved with more than enough force to send the Brit flying from her perch. “Fearless, I see.” she said with mild interest. “I thought that genetic deficiency would’ve been bred out of the London stock years ago.”
“I don’t see anything to be afraid of.” Jaime spat back. “Just an egomaniac cut off from the protective network of her goon squad.
“Oh dear, you’re just as misguided as your blathering aunt, aren’t you?” Emily couldn’t keep the smirk off her lips any longer. “Here’s a useful bit of information, little girl. The Court doesn’t protect me from FAWN. It protects FAWN from me.”
Jaime took that as an invitation so she charged, sprang with both knees drawn up against her chest and let out a stunned little groan when Emily spun aside, leaving her to bounce full-force against the top turnbuckle. Hurting but far from senseless, London hooked an arm over the ropes in mid-air, meaning she was able to land on her feet, even though doing so sent a sharp jolt through her throbbing knees. She was in the midst of trying to ascertain what sort of damage had been done when Emily charged in from behind and THWHUMPED her against the thinly-padded steel with an Avalanche Splash.
One in search of silver linings might’ve noted that the ferocious breasts-on-buckle compaction gave Jaime a better chance of staying vertical would’ve cursed themselves for speaking too soon when Emily bent down and grabbed hold of the challenger’s ankles. A single yank n’ step back sent Jaime timbering to the mat, her chin landing within the shadow cast by the bottom buckle.
“Oh dear, this is an unfortunate position you find yourself in.” West crossed Jaime’s feet in a squashed ‘X’, then stuffed the Briton’s heels against her tush and wedged a boot in against the lower fork to keep them in place. “I mean really, aside from the obvious strategic disadvantages, it’s just a terrible view. It’s up to you to deal with the former, but will happily assist with the latter.”
Leaning down, she grabbed the redhead’s wrists in either hand and pulled up, thus hoisting her upper body off the mat in a spine-stretching Surfboard. Far worse however was the placement of her head, which now hovered less than six inches above the bottom buckle. “There now.” Emily asked the valiantly straining Englishwoman. “Isn’t that better?”
Jaime twisted her wrists and shook her head, minor acts of rebellion that earned another vengeful tug from her attacker. “Teasing chav,” she grunted, “we both know what you’re going to do, so just bloody get on with it LLLNNNRRRGGGHH!” Emily moved her foot from the small of London’s back to the base of her neck and stomped down, just BWUUUNING the challenger’s face against the bottom turnbuckle with cringe-inducing force.
BRAIN DRAIN @ 2:39
www.youtube.com/watch?v=05XDcBiPxmo
Brain thoroughly drained by the modified Curbstomp, Jaime curled one arm around the back of her head and somehow managed to drape the other over the bottom rope, pure in-ring instinct reminding her to look for sanctuary even in the darkest of times. And technically she earned it, unfortunately the prostrate redhead was in no condition to enforce it when Emily bent down, grabbed a handful of waistband and hauled her to her knees. Laying a hand on Jaime’s shoulder, West smoothed the other woman’s hair out with her other hand, then grabbed hold and tugged hard enough to make the Brit look up at the lights.
“The game is fresh but I can see where it will lead. Do you wish to surrender now, Jaime London? There is no shame in self preservation.”
“Suuuuhhh… skkaaa… screw you, girlie.” Jaime mumbled. “I asked for this, I’m not gonna waste NNNGGGHH!”
Emily drilled the point of her elbow into the bridge of London’s nose, bringing tears to her eyes at once. Cupping the youngster’s head in her hands, Em flipped hair off her face and said, “That is an admirable sentiment, my friend. And because I am a most gracious leader I will see to it that you get the most from this opportunity.”
With her promise made, the Black Queen forced Jaime to stand, then wrapped her right arm around opposing waist and stuffed her head under Jaime’s left arm. Bracing her left hand against the back of London’s thigh gave Emily all the leverage she needed to hoist the Englishwoman onto the point of her right shoulder, where Jaime stayed until the champ swung her down and sank to one knee, all the better to THWHUMP her foe’s tailbone on the posted joint.
ATOMIC DROP @ 00:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pTSEBdh4Lw0
Bounced onto tiptoes by the Atomic Drop, Jaime started to baby step away, alas Emily’s half Waistlock was still in place and by locking her hands she turned it into straight-up Reverse Bear Hug. Those expecting something from the technician’s wheelhouse were quite surprised when West muscled London up ‘n over her right shoulder, poor Jaime draped spine-first down the champ’s back like some squirming, suffering cape. Hands knotted just below Jaime’s navel, Emily jostled up and down and turned to each side of the arena, deliberately stomping through the steps to make the Canadian Backbreaker that much more unpleasant. After two full rotations and a few pit-bull-like shakes, Emily went through half a dozen deep squat thrusts before she finally asked, “Feeling like you’ve made the most of this opportunity, Jaime? Or shall I continue?”
Jaime shook her head ‘no’, more for the referee than the bytch trying to snap her spine. To her, she growled, “How many times to I have ta tell ya, West? You’re not gonna talk me into a submWHOAHNNNGGGHH!”
Emily charged the ropes, put one hand against the smaller woman’s backside and shoved / slung her over the ropes, which would’ve meant a gawdawful faceplant on the floor if they hadn’t been in a cage. Since they were in a cage it meant a gawdawful collision with the steel links, Jaime’s head, chest and bell making a terrible rattling BWAAAAM! when she slammed home. This was followed by a far duller, sweatier THWHUD when she bounced off the links and landed on her back practically at Emily’s feet.
“I don’t know how much use you’ll get out of the cage,” the Amazing Academic smirked, “but it can certainly get a lot out of you.”
That little bon mot got no response from the challenger so Em got one from the FAWNatics when she nudged Jaime’s face to the side with the toe of one boot, then placed it firmly atop her cheek. Arrogant and domineering though it was, it was also undeniably a pin, so Nick dropped to one knee and counted…
ONE…
TWO…
Emily hopped up and twisted in a sharp circle, intentionally breaking her own cover by doing her best to scrape the skin off London’s face. The ref stood up and gave her a disapproving look. “That’s not cool Em’s.”
“What’s popular is not always right. What’s right is not always popular, Mr. Castle.” she replied. “Jaime London is a legitimate challenger and I will treat her as one. To do otherwise would be disingenuous as best and an insult to the World Title at worst.”
Nick looked like he had something to add but Emily had other things on her admittedly giant mind, namely treating the redhead with all the respect she deserved. Securing the younger woman by the scruff of the neck, the Insidious Intellectual loped to the far side of the ring, hit the brakes and tossed Jaime into another jarring BWANG against the side of the cage. London bounced away and landed on her feet, so Emily resumed her neck clasp and started back to the other side of the ring.
She was more than three quarters of the way there when Jaime grabbed HER by the neck and whipped around in a hard circle. Momentum reversed just like that, the challenger dug in her heels and BWAAAANGED Emily’s vaunted noggin against the links with as much strength as she could muster. Legitimately stunned for the first time since the bell sounded, Emily staggered back on her heels and forgot all about Jaime London until the crowd let loose with a monstrous cheer. Only then did she look up which meant she had just enough time to watch the highflying lightweight leap bounce off the second rope with her right arm cocked to shoulder level. THWHACK! Jaime’s elbow caught Emily flush on the chin and the champ went down like a sack of mail. Bounding to her feet in spite of the aches she’d already accumulated, London took a split-second to analyze West’s position in the ring, then raced at the ropes to the vulnerable royal’s right. Going to the middle rope for the second time in less than fifteen seconds, Jaime twisted around in mid-flight, kicked her gams out straight and brought the right one THWHUMPING down calf-first atop Emily’s chest.
SPRINGBOARD BACK ELBOW & SPRINGBOARD LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SdMByI_KXAA
It wasn’t a ‘Sensational’ Leg Drop but it made for an excellent tribute and gave Jaime plenty of motivation to go for her first cover of the match. Nick was in perfect position from the get-go and he wasted no time counting…
ONE…
TWO…’
Emily kicked out simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ a stark reminder to everyone that this fight was far from over. No one realized that more than Jaime London, who was quick to ‘help’ the Insidious Intellectual to boot-leather with a double handful of hair. “These are for stompin’ my face.” the galvanized Englishwoman pwak-pwak’ed two Forearm Smashes against Emily’s chin. “This is for treatin’ my aunt like shit.” A harder Forearm Smash knocked the brunette back on her heels. “And this is for bein’ a condescending bytch.”
Curling her left arm around the back of Emily’s head, London pulled her down and twisted in, the redhead angling he right up at a sharp angle to THWHAP Em’s chin with a beautiful European Uppercut. West swung around and lurched away but didn’t go down, so Jaime raced by her and leapt onto the second rope for a third time. From there she launched, twisted and lashed out, her right shin THWHACKING Emily flush in the temple.
SPRINGBOARD ENZUIGIRI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wOl8YGCXyKc
West crashed to the mat again and Jaime was right there to take advantage, the blue-clad battler dropping across her chest in a mini-Splash that transformed into a Crossbody with no effort whatsoever. Gripping Emily’s left wrist in both hands, Jaime pressed down with all her weight and nodded along for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Emily tossed her opponent off with a full second to spare, showing the younger London a level of power that was a bit worrisome considering the amount of punishment she’d piled on in rapid order. Shaking off the brief flash of doubt, Jaime helped herself to a handful of hair and dragged the Black Queen to her feet. “Lotta girls speak o’ these things in hushed tones.” Jaime muttered after she’d clasped both hands across the back of Emily’s neck. “Like they’re some match deciding force of nature and not just another set of tits attached to a skeevy chav. Know what I see when I look at that chest of yours, champ?” London jerked the taller woman forward and down, treating West to an excellent view of the canvas. “I see two bloody spectacular targets.”
She proceeded to back up all that bold talk by firing her left knee up into the hulking curves of the champ’s vaunted rack. Emily ‘nnngghhed’ and drove a punch into London’s ribs but it lacked the usual force and Jaime answered with another Kneelift, this one from the right. Alternating back and forth, the slender Englishwoman started quite methodically, then steadily increased her pace as the Insidious Intellectual couldn’t work her way free of the simple trap. A full dozen of these machinegun-style Kneelifts had Em’s gams gone all woozy and Jaime knew the brunette would collapse if she didn’t change tactics soon. While there was a certain visceral pleasure in smashing a World Champ to all fours, London didn’t feel like scraping her up just yet so she broke the neck clasp, hopped up and THUMPED both knees into West’s girls to complete the set.
Knocked back on her heels by the bludgeoning blows, Emily paid no attention to anything other than her aching chest until Jaime twisted around, reached over her right shoulder and snagged the brainiac’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock. London took flight as soon as her fingers locked, launching herself into a gorgeous back-flip that sent her soaring up ‘n over the reeling American. Tucking her knees beneath her as she floated over, Jaime landed in relative comfort whereas Emily was wrenched loose from her moorings and THWHAMMED down flat on the back of her head and shoulders. The FAWNatics leapt to their feet as West’s jolted toward the rafters and their vocal thunder grew all the louder when London hooked the far leg and cradled it up tight for the…
STANDING SHIRANUI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZKMWjIfKb4
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TWO…
Emily shoved her off and sat up, one arm wrapped around the back of her pounding skull. “An impressive floor routine, little girl.” she growled. “But do you have anything in that arsenal with actual stopping poWWEERRGGH!”
Jaime sprang from one knee to a deep crouch and from a deep crouch to a short vertical leap that gave her just enough time and elevation to THWHAP both heels into the Courtier’s chin. “So ya wanna sample something that delivers the lastin’ hurt, do ya Ems?” Jaime snapped. “I do believe I’ve got just the thing you’re lookin’ for.”
Seizing the prone brunette’s right ankle in both hands, Jaime got to her feet and stepped over and around the exposed limb like she was kicking off a Figure Four. But instead of a full circle she stopped at the halfway point and dropped into a seat that put her ‘Ka-BOOM!’ emblazoned backside atop Emily’s abused bounty. More importantly, she trapped the champ’s right forearm between her right thigh and calf, halving the chance of enduring a nasty hair pull. With Em’s right stem twined around her left, London crooked it into the short part of the ‘4’ then grabbed West’s left leg around the calf and pulled it straight up, an unpleasant adjustment that put extreme pressure on both of the champ’s knees as well as her left hamstring.
REVERSE LEGLOCK: <br>
www.youtube.com/watch?v=T13zoJMGqV4 <br>
“Check her shoulders while you’re down there, Nick!” Jaime joked as she bounced and jostled the modified Leglock. “I don’t want the little juggernaut thinking I wouldn’t accept a pin!”
Nick, who’d swooped into position as soon as London sat down, checked Emily’s shoulders on principle and confirmed that the right was down and the left was up. Emily noticed the attention to detail and gave him a small, pained smile. “Exemplary work as always, Nicholas. Since you’ve already checked my shouldeerrrgghhh…. shoulders, allow me to answer your other question. No, I most certainly do not submit. Young Ms. London will have to try a lot harder if she wants to RRRGGGHHHHHHHHHH!”
Jaime bounced on the Black Queen’s rack again, then slid back until the curve of ‘Ka-BOOM!’ was wedged tight against the shelf of Emily’s chin. “Check her again!” London demanded while CRAAAAAAAAANKING back on the Figure Four harder than ever. “Pinned or submitted, this chav is goin’ down!” Another check from Nick and this time both of Emily’s shoulders were flat so he pounded the canvas…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Jaime let loose and sprang to her feet, one hand pressed protectively against the center of her trunks. “You nasty little cockroach! Let me show you what happens to birds who decide to work low on me!”
She reached down and Emily tried to ward her off with a shove, so the angry redhead trapped her right hand in a Greco-Roman Knucklelock and used it to drag the Sensual Scholar to her feet. Soon as Em was upright Jaime wheeled back with her free hand and CRAAACKED a huge, overhand smack down on her foe’s décolletage. “Next time it’ll be your cheek, champ!”
Linked to West via the Knucklelock, London charged to the nearest corner and jumped onto the second strand. From there she immediately hopped across the ring post to land on the top rope. She was mere heartbeats shy of launching into a perfect Tornado DDT when whipped her left leg up and kicked the underside of the top strand. Jaime’s tenuous balance disintegrated at once and she dropped into a crotch-first TWAAANG atop the rubber-coated steel.
Freed from the Brit’s grip when Jaime was forced to inspect her burning nethers with both hands. “It seems your usually catlike reflexes have failed you, Jaime London.” Em’s chuckled. “Perhaps you’d like to take this moment to rest your head?” Not about to give the challenger any say in the matter, the Black Queen grabbed hold of her opponent’s head and proceeded to BWAAAANG! it against the side of the cage no less than half a dozen times.
Jerking the glassy-eyed redhead into a Front Facelock when she finished, Emily slung Jaime’s near arm over her shoulders and stepped backward until London was hanging suspended by the Facelock at one end and her ankles at the other. “If there’s a downside to fireworks,” the Malefic Malengine told the booing throng, “it’s that their absence makes the night all the darker after they inevitably burn out.” That said she twisted under Jaime’s body from the left and dropped to her back while London was spun loose and THWHUNKED down on the back of her skull.
DRAGON SCREW NECK WHIP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5RjIVRw5yeY
Both ladies sat up in the aftermath but whereas Emily stayed that way, Jaime slopped onto her side, one boot tapping dispiritedly against the mat. West stayed where she was a little longer than necessary, the patient brunette keeping an eye on her foe for any sign of the infamous London Run. Seeing none, she got up, strutted over to the redhead and cupped her ears in both hands. “Time to get back to it Miss London, this is after all your moment to show the world just how much you have in common with your meddlesome kin.”
Jaime only muttered something incoherent, meaning West’s well of witty repartee remained untapped as she wedged the challenger’s head under her left arm. Working her arms under London’s biceps, Emily locked her hands, then dipped her knees and powered the smaller woman all the way to high noon. What would’ve been a Double Underhook Suplex transformed into something else entirely when West broke her grip and stepped to the side just as Jaime started her descent. Falling with her, Emily landed on her tush when London landed on her back, meaning she was in perfect position to snake her legs around Jaime’s left bicep, With her ankles locked and the redhead’s wrist locked down tight, Em leaned forward, then JERKED back, stretching herself out full length to apply hellacious pressure on the Jujigatame.
DOUBLE MAJOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5H007VEho3w
The younger London bucked and writhed and smacked her heels against the mat as hard as she could, perhaps not the best use of energy at a time like this, but it gave her something to focus on other than the growing burn in her shoulder and elbow. So of course Castle brought it all rushing back when he dropped to one knee and asked, “How you doing, Jaime? If it gets to be too much you gotta tell me. I don’t want you dislocating that elbow.”
Jaime shook her head ‘no’ even though the presence of Emily’s legs made it harder than normal. “I’m ok, Nick,” she grunted. “This chav’s not gonna take me down that EERRRGGGHHHH!”
Emily put her right foot against the side of the challenger’s face and pushed, a shift that lessened the torque on the Jujigatame (If only be a little) but put a noticeable amount of strain on London’s neck. Grinding her foot on Jaime’s cheek while still wrenching on the joint-lock, West scolded, “Lies won’t do either of us any good now, Jaime. You can’t function with one arm and I’ll have an even harder time finding challengers if I maim the first one. So tell Nicholas the truth and we’ll--”
Jaime grabbed Emily’s encroaching foot in her free hand and shoved it off her cheek. In the same motion she rolled up onto her left side, thus relieving the Armbar almost entirely AND stacking Emily on her shoulders at the same time. Bearing down on those upturned haunches as hard as she could, Jaime had the temerity to mouth ‘Ka-Boom!’ to the struggling champ while Castle counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Emily pumped her hips and slammed Jaime back to the canvas and really CRAAAAAAAAAAANKED down on the captured limb, earning a wail of anguish from the redhead. “I should snap your elbow for that sort of insolence.” West growled. “But a whelp like you doesn’t deserve sympathy from anyone, especially not these bloodthirsty idiots. So with that in mind…”
The Sensual Scholar popped her ankles, released the Briton’s wrist and kicked her away with a dismissive little push. With London far too concerned about her busted wing to defend on any other front, Emily took her time in standing up, adjusting her togs and offering the crowd a little ‘why yes, I AM that good’ sort of bow. When she did scrape Jaime off the mat it was to redden her cheek with a single slap, then wrap a hand around her throat.
“I’ve been doing a lot of strength training with The Three.” West explained as she casually throttled the air from her foe’s lungs. “While I’ll never be able to womanhandle someone like Becky Clayton, I can most certainly have some big girl fun at your expense.”
Jaime squeaked and tried to rip Em’s claw away but the brunette only squeezed harder. Then she stuffed her other hand into the younger woman’s crotch, dipped her knees and hoisted her high overhead with a Military Press that earned a round of grudging ‘ooooohhhh’s’ from the sold out crowd. Turning in a circle so each side of the arena got a chance to document her domination of the challenger, Emily noted, “While I appreciate the kudos, perhaps it’s best you wait until the end of the performance. After all, you haven’t seen the best part yet.” Just what ‘the best part’ entailed became abundantly clear when the Insidious Intellectual strode toward the ropes facing the hard camera and tossed Jaime with every bit of strength she could muster. In a normal match it would’ve meant a hellacious fall to the floor several feet below. Tonight it meant a hellacious BWAAAANG against the side of the cage followed by an ugly, skidding fall into the narrow alley between the ropes and the steel links.
Looking as smug as she ever had, Emily curled her right arm and flexed, showing the jeering throng a remarkably brawny bicep. She was still brandishing those guns when she straightened her index finger and tapped her temple once, twice, three times.
I’m. So. Smart.
Once the lesson was imparted, West made her way to the ropes, leaned over and collected London with a handful of hair. Jaime’s weight was mostly of the dead variety, but as Em’s had said, she’d been doing a lot of strength training and she had the redhead to verticality sooner rather than later. Pressing the challenger against the unforgiving steel, West murmured, “It would be disingenuous of me to ask if you’ve enjoyed your time in the cage thus far, so tell me Jaime London, have you learned anything tonight?” Jaime didn’t speak, but she did dip her chin once. “You did?” Emily seemed genuinely pleased. “And would you care to share that with MEERRGGGHH!”
London grabbed the top rope in both hands, hopped up and THWHACKED her left foot off the side of Emily’s skull with a scintillating Enzugiri.
ROPE ASSISTED ENZUIGIRI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aKOT3p-fDA4
Finally deigning to share her new nugget of knowledge as West staggered away with her head in her hands, Jaime smirked, “Yeah. You talk too much.” Seeing that she had the Black Queen’s back, Jaime raced down the alley to the nearest corner and sprang to the top floor. After a heartbeat’s pause to gauge distance, wind resistance and the like, the younger London leapt out into the void and claimed possession of Emily’s head as she flew by. Snapped up in the jaws of a Diving Bulldog, West was torn off her feet and THWHUNKED down flat on her face, the crowd roaring KA-BOOM! while Jaime bulled her onto her back for the cover and the…
KA-BOOM!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=e6Ke4UgzmlI
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Emily kicked loose with half a tic to spare but Jaime didn’t waste time checking with Castle, she was too busy hauling the woozy brunette to her feet. “Learned something else too, champ. You’re waaaaaay too slow to keep up with the likes of NNNNGGHHH!”
Emily ‘clacked’ the redhead’s teeth together with a stiff European Uppercut, then snatched London’s wrist when she rocked back on her heels. “How is it that you haven’t learned from your aunt’s mistakes?” West huffed. “I find that remarkably fascinating.”
Not so fascinating the answer couldn’t wait apparently, as the Amazing Academic stepped back, dropped a shoulder and slung Jaime toward the far corner. Not entirely convinced the redhead could take another collision with the thinly-padded steel, Emily followed a few paces behind. This proved problematic when London skipped from the canvas to the middle rope and the high rent district beyond in the blink of an eye. Launching herself without bothering to check if West was in her line of fire, Jaime whirled around in mid-air and THWHUMPED into the startled champion in a back-on-chest collision that sent Emily to the mat in a heap. Almost on top of her foe after the Sensational Cannonball, London stretched out on Emily in a Crossbody, hooked the far leg and nodded along for the…
SENSATIONAL CANNONBALL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1nixmHUrQI
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Emily kicked her off, denying the kinetic redhead her first taste of gold by the slimmest of margins. Angry but not frustrated, Jaime made it to her feet then hurried over to the strands on Emily’s six and slipped out onto the apron. Top rope in both hands, Jaime pounded one foot against the canvas which got the whole Madhouse thundering within seconds. Emily struggled to her feet during this cacophony, the dazed champ looking far more sluggish than usual. Her body might’ve been slow to respond but her mind was quick as ever and a sidelong glance at the FAWN’tron told the Black Queen exactly where her opponent resided on the board. Turning toward London with a bit more lurch than she actually felt, Emily started calculating her odds the instant London leapt to the top rope.
Unaware of Em’s machinations, Jaime launched herself in a headfirst dive and caught hold of Emily’s braincase as she soared by. London kicked around and in the instant she cinched on, the limber redhead building a whole lotta momentum as she swung under West’s left arm to ‘OOOOOHHHHHHH!’ the FAWNatics voiced a surprised murmur when Emily wrapped her arms around the challenger’s lower thighs and dropped into a deep, deep crouch. All of Jaime’s momentum came to a grinding halt, the usually ferocious M.U. DDT reduced to mere acrobatics because the Brit was suspended in a double leg cradle. “Stronger than ya look, I’ll admit that.” Jaime huffed while cranking back he Facelock. “But you won’t be the first fireplug I’ve laid on her baKKWWWOOOAAAAHHH!”
Emily slung an arm over London’s head and bore down, securing a Facelock of her own. More worthy of note, she relinquished the other half of her cradle to snag hold of the youngster’s dark blue waistband. Then she popped her hips and whipped Jaime all the way to high noon. The interested buzz blossomed into full blown worry in an instant, the London Legions willing the redhead to work her way loose even as the seconds continued to tick by. No one recognized the need for an escape hatch more than Jaime and to her credit she kicked her legs, worked her hips and did anything else she could think of to keep the Doomsday Clock from striking midnight. Admirable indeed, alas Emily’s plans were not to be denied and after ten full seconds of hesitation she kicked her plant leg up high and laid out on her back to THWONK the point of Jaime’s skull into the canvas with a murderous Cerebral Hemorrhage.
CEREBRAL HEMORRHAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L53TPig5wAM
London’s sat up in fast forward and collapsed in slow motion, the once kinetic battler settling out in a deep pool of ‘wha’ hoppen?’ Brainbusters were just one of many areas where Emily West was an authority and she knew damned well that Jaime London wasn’t going to beat a three count, were she to seek one. But she also knew that as much as the crowd would deny it later, they possessed a bloodlust that couldn’t be sated by a single thunderclap reversal, no matter how impressive or emphatic. No, they wanted to slow down and get a really good look at the scene of the accident, which was why the Amazing Academic worked her hands into Jaime’s hair and pulled her to boot-leather in stages.
“You fought to the best of your abilities, Jaime London. That is all the Black Queen asks of her pieces and in honor of that effort I shall allow you to pass from consciousness with your feet beneath you.”
Head bowed, shoulders slumped, the subdued redhead couldn’t even moan a response, which was answer enough for the champion. Curling her right arm around the back of Jaime’s neck, Emily gripped her left bicep, then palmed the back of the Briton’s head with her left hand and pulled tight, drawing Jaime’s glassy features into the looming shadows of her décolletage.
Anyone expecting or hoping for some frenetic resurgence from the challenger was sorely disappointed when West secured the Front Sleeper. Oh, Jaime fought it all right, she clutched Em’s shoulders and pushed, she curled her hands into fists and pounded away at opposing hip, she even yanked on West’s trunks and tresses a little. But all of it was done at half speed with none of the usual London flair and Emily never so much as budged. She only turned with the struggling redhead, forcing Jaime to concentrate on keeping her footing while oxygen became more and more precious. Resting her cheek against Jaime’s sweat-soaked pate, Emily drew the challenger in a little deeper and recited a bit of Coleridge she thought particularly apt.
“About and bout, in reel and route, the death fires danced at night. The waters like a witch’s oils burned green and blue and white.”
That was actually a pretty apt description of what London was seeing at the moment, not that she was in any condition to offer confirmation. In truth she couldn’t do much of anything. Her hands felt like lead weights but her legs felt like pogo-sticks with metal fatigue, each of them ready to collapse at a moment’s notice. Whimpering softly into the all conquering valley of her opponent’s cleavage, Jaime tried to tap on Emily’s thigh, but she simply couldn’t muster the energy. She was still trying when the witch fires faded from view, leaving her sleeping the sleep of the dearly departed.
While West could’ve noted the exact second of the Brit’s departure from consciousness, she knew that Castle wouldn’t simply take his word for it, so she glanced in his direction and mouthed ‘It’s done.’ The ref came over, took London’s right wrist and raised it to shoulder level. It flopped back to her side upon release, to absolutely no one’s surprise. He repeated the test twice more and when it dropped for the last time he turned to the Timekeeper and flicked a signal. The bell CLANGED and Emily released the Sleeper without fanfare, allowing Jaime’s face to squeeeeaaaak down the landscape of her chest, belly and thighs before landing hard on her knees.
A bit surprised when London didn’t immediately timber in one direction or another, the Insidious Intellectual put a hand against Jaime’s cheek and shoved her aside right as the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knockout and STILL the FAWN World Champion… EMILY WEST!”
Taking a moment to adjust her top (and surreptitiously wipe the Brit slobber from her chest) Emily looked out at the crowd and said, “And with dear Jaime tucked in I do believe we’re all out of tricks and treats for the--” A cheer from those assembled drew West’s attention to the ramp, where someone was making her way down to the squared circle at a truly Sensational pace. “Well, it appears I spoke too soon.” the brunette said under her breath. Strolling to the corner closest to the steel steps, Emily brushed Castle aside with a murmured, “I’ll handle this, Nicholas.”
An instant later someone banged on the cage door and Ems transformed from victorious champion to gracious hostess just like that. “Well hello there! I must say, you strike me as a little old to be trick r’ treating, but that is a truly excellent Shea London costume. Tell me, just how did you manage to replicate the smell of Kylie Sanders’s ass?”
SHEA LONDON:
Shea London twined her fingers through the links in the cage door and gave it a hard tug. “You’re a laugh riot, West. Now open this bloody door.”
Emily arched an eyebrow and made a tsk-tsk in the back of her throat. My, my, that doesn’t sound like someone who wants any can--”
Shea reared back and BWAAANGED a forearm against the door hard enough to rattle it in the frame. “Enough of the GAMES, West!” she barked. “Open the bloody door or so ’elp me I’ll--”
“YOU’LL DO NOTHING.” Emily stepped so close to the door her forehead was pressed against the links. “What you’ll do is stand there, shut your ever yammering MOUTH and show the proper reverence to the woman who decides if your precious niece leaves this ring under her own power or with the assistance of a large medical staff. Are we clear?”
Shea closed in on her side and for a moment blonde and brunette were nose to nose despite the looming presence of the cage. “If you think for one second I’ll drop down and kiss yer bloody ring yer crazier than--”
“When you kneel before me it will be without your knowledge.” Emily said coldly. “Much as it was for Jaime several moments ago. ALL I require of you at the moment is to step. The. Fuck. Back.”
Shea almost reached through the cage but something on West’s face told her that would be unwise. So she raised her hands to shoulder level and backed down the steel steps. Emily waited long enough to make sure the Brit wouldn’t try anything foolish, then she nodded to Castle, who undid the padlock. Pushing the door open with a low, creeaaaaaaaaak, Emily slipped through the ropes and made her way to the floor. Eyes locked on Shea, the World Champion extended an arm and stepped aside.
“Your treat awaits, Shea London.”
The Sensational One matched the brunette’s gaze for several seconds, then brushed past West, making sure to give her a hard shoulder check in the process. “This isn’t over, Emily West. You and me? There’s a reckonin’ there and it’s a long time comin’.”
Emily’s lips turned up at the corners, the faintest hint of a smile. “Don’t bother playing the White Queen, Shea. It doesn’t suit you. Nursemaid. Sacrificial lamb. Pawn. Those are the roles you were born to play. Now go tend to your niece and don’t dare speak my name until you’ve washed off the stink of failure.” Emily turned without waiting for an answer, accepted the World Title from a nearby tech and continued on her way up the aisle.
Shea watched her go, waiting until the leader of the Black Court was out of sight before she raced up the steps and hurried over to her niece. Jaime was just starting to stir and the sight of her struggling to sit up banished all thoughts of Emily and her followers. The monsters would still be there in the morning. For now she had family to look after.