Post by SammieSinclair on May 10, 2015 21:40:27 GMT
Lupe Fiasco’s “Superstar” fills the arena, the FAWNtron showing triple salchows and lutzes performed to perfection and to stage left a tiny brunette appears, ready to recapture a golden limelight. Moving to center stage, the ponytailed flyweight finds a familiar cascade of boos awaiting her return to the bigs.
Having been left in Janel Manning’s wake, the Golden Mite abandoning her Icy sister even before Manning’s impromptu and fully unexpected Intercontinental championship, the Mite many forgot continues to patch together the odd FAWN appearance.
JENNY LEWIS
Up from the Jungle once more, the former Olympic-class skater strides toward the stage, looking lonesome without her former Mite-mates. Reaching the ring, the taut, pocket-sized beauty takes a lap around the outside as the ring announcer makes plain her arrival.
“Introducing…accompanied by absolutely no one…”
The Ice Maiden offers the smartass a cold, laser-like stare.
“… Standing 5 feet 2 inches tall and weighing 99 pounds from Newport Beach, California…she is the Icy Mite…JENNY LEEWWWIS.”
Jenny, having been provided the same disdainful response at both FAWN and The Jungle for years, lets the boos and catcalls roll off her sequined back. Leaping to the apron in a low-cut, red, sequin-encrusted skater’s micro-mini, pink spandex panties beneath, Jenny grabs the top rope and hops over with room to spare. The diaphanous dress floats on air as Lewis lands.
Jenny, tiny even by lightweight standards, but with sinew to spare from her long-time athletic background, waits impatiently. If she could claim a win tonight against the so-called superhero, it would be her making waves, not Janel or Dominique. The way it had been meant to be. Leave those gymnastic twits in her icy dust.
Jenny runs the ropes, throwing herself into them with abandon, bouncing back and forth, her white boots slowly slapping to a stop as her music fades. She looks to the stage, ready for the psycho to join her.
As Jenny directs her attention to the top of the ramp, the lights in the arena dim as Serenada Schizophrana by Danny Elfman begins to swell over the arena. On the Big screen, a red mark begins to rise slowly until it forms a half sun, small red rectangles coming up from it until the symbol fills the entire screen. The crowd begins going wild, knowing this is the entrance for FAWN's local 'superheroine', The Crimson Dawn. A large white spotlight hits the rafters and standing on a girder is the Crimson Dawn, in all black aside from the red symbol on her chest, the same as the one seen on the screen. Jenny seems taken off guard by the appearance above the ring.
"Making her way to the ring, standing 5'5 inches, and weighing in at one twenty five pounds, CRIMSON DAWWWWN!"
CRIMSON DAWN
Crimson's eyes and nose are covered by a small black mask, her hands with red gloves and her feet covered by heavy red boots. Grasping a harness around her waist with her right hand, and a strong cable in her hand with the other, she suddenly lowers into the ring, quickly at first, slowing as she gets closer to the ring, until she sets down gracefully in the ring, dropping to a crouch, before rising to her feet. The movement of a dancer as she stands. The crowd going wild as she unhooks the cable and begins removing her cape as the two competitors await the bell to start the match, the ref explaining the rules...
Or at least one competitor waits. The sequin-clad brunette has no compunction about the bell telling her when to start. Jenny feigns attention as the striped-shirted loser finishes his instructions and turns to head for her corner when Crimson Dawn does the same. But Jenny’s turn is a pirouette, and she races forward, slamming a forearm between the shoulder blades of the masked blonde.
Crimson lurches forward from the impact. She stumbles to the ropes, catching herself then turns, only to eat a pair of diminutive boots, Lewis leaping into a sharp dropkick to the would-be superheroine’s chin. This time Crimson doesn’t maintain her verticality, landing on her back with a THUMP. Lewis turns to the official.
“I suggest you start the match because I’m not stopping now,” Jenny informs and, when the former skater sinks a set of nails into Crimson’s flowing flaxen locks, the man decides that might be the best idea.
As he does, the Icy Mite yanks Crimson Dawn to her feet and transfers her grip to one on her foe’s right wrist.
Pushing Crimson deep into the ropes, Jenny uses the spring to send the masked grappler for the ride to the opposite ropes with an Irish Whip. With Crimson scampering into the rebound and returning toward Lewis, Jenny takes off like a shot, again rising with her boots leading the way and AGAIN she connects with a jaw jacking dropkick sending Crimson spinning to the deck, ending in a jumble of torso and limbs.
Jenny kips to her feet and surveys, a beaming grin on her face.
“There’s a lot of crime on the mean streets of Bangor,” Lewis chuckles as she delivers a tiny if forceful boots to Crimson’s ribs, drawing a soft grunt from the formerly caped crusader. “This psycho might be able to do some good up in The Jungle. Me? I’ll just stay down here and kick some FAWN ass.”
To clarify the point, Jenny boots Crimson in the behind. The masked blonde, having made it to all fours, spills forward onto her face, though her knees keep her backside elevated. This turns out unpleasantly when Lewis leaps into the air and double-stomps the super-glutes, flattening Crimson to the mat.
“Someone forget your wake-up call, goofball,” Jenny growls, the Icy Mite on fire with feet and tongue. “Or is our yellow sun throwing you off.”
Lewis gives Crimson a boot to the ribs to flip the blonde to her back and heads for the ropes, gracefully slipping outside them, turning, and grabbing the top cable. Measuring the splattered would-be superhero, Jenny hops to the rubber-coated steel and springboards off the uppermost strand.
Looking as acrobatic as either of her form Mite compatriots, Jenny backflips away from the rope, first soaring then plummeting to CRASH in a crossbody SPLASH, tummy to tummy across the masked grappler.
Crimson groans, folding into a ‘V’ around the impact of the former skater. She recedes to the canvas and the delighted, bite-sized brunette hooks a leg for the…
ONE!
TWO!!
…and the crowd gets its first chance to cheer when Crimson Dawn kicks out of the pin with something approaching authority.
With a groan, Crimson rolls to her stomach. Placing her palms flat on the canvas she begins to push up.
Unfortunately for her, Jenny has already made it to her feet. “Stay down,” hissed the Mite through her teeth as she sent one of her white boots hard at Crimson’s forehead. The superheroine took the impact, falling hard to her back. Her chest and abs rising and falling rapidly, her eyes closed as the skater smirked and made her way to the ropes.
The crowd began to boo as Jenny climbed the ropes, making a show of it as she got to the top. Turning, she faces the crowd and spreads her arms, striking a pose, like a figure skater who just finished a routine. Still facing the crowd, she shouts to the ref, “Get ready to count this, it’s over.” With that, the Mite bends her knees and leaps off the ropes, backwards, flipping in midair.
On her way down, though, Jenny’s eyes grow wide, as Crimson Dawn lifts both knees towards her own chest. The slight change takes away Jenny’s soft landing spot, and the superheroine’s knees sink deep into Jenny’s abs.
Crimson, unable to help herself, smiles slightly at the feeling of Lewis’s abs sinking in at the impact of her knees. Pushing her legs forward, she sends Jenny to the canvas as the crowd cheers. Rolling to all fours, she pushes to her feet.
Crawling to her opponent, Crimson reaches for Jenny’s head, seeming as though she’s going to start pulling her opponent up as she herself gets to her feet, instead Crimson pulls her own head back and thrusts it forward, crashing her masked forehead hard into Jenny’s bare forehead. The mask mostly protecting Crimson from the impact as her opponent sees stars on the canvas.
Pushing to her feet, now, Crimson reaches down and pulls up the fallen Mite by her head, being careful not to pull hair. She transitions her hand quickly to Jenny’s wrist and spins her body, launching her opponent towards the opposite ropes in a whip. On Jenny’s way back, the superheroine hooks an arm under the much smaller girl’s armpit, and lifts, turning her own body, using their momentum to sling Jenny to the canvas on her back.
Following her opponent down, dropping to her knees, Crimson places both of her leather gloved hands onto Jenny’s abs and presses down as the ref counts…
ONE!
TWO!!
…but Jenny lifts her shoulders roughly, pulling boos from the frustrated crowd.
The FAWNatics aren’t the only ones to react. Crimson tugs the diminutive ex-skater to her feet, again snagging the right wrist of Lewis. Swinging the stumbling Jenny in a wide arc, the heroine lets loose after a full orbit and the sequin-clad grappler races to a corner, turning her back into the impact.
Jenny’s taut body shudders but remains upright so the masked blonde races behind, leaping like she might be headed up and over a tall building. Instead she SPLASHES the Mite beneath her frame, sandwiching Lewis. Crimson Dawn bounces away from the buckles and the blasted Ice Princess. Jenny staggers out from the corner, passing an observing Crimson. Lewis makes it a few steps more before melting to her knees and spiraling to a starfish on her back.
Having leveled the ‘evildoer’, Crimson hustles toward the corner from which Jenny emerged and springs to the top. She turns quickly to face the decked Lewis and skies away from the penthouse perch. Somersaulting through a forward flip, the flight making her look every bit the superheroine, Crimson CRASHES down across the midriff of the dark-haired Mite, collapsing her foe’s abs with a perfectly-placed senton. As Crimson Dawn rolls off and up, popping gracefully to her feet, Jenny is left hugging her impaled tummy, the flawless abdomen showing plenty of wear and tear from another successful attack.
Groaning and gagging, Lewis still manages to make all fours. Understanding a superheroine’s work is never done until the third slap of the mat; Crimson starts a rhythmic clap with the crowd, but speedily returns to the Icy Mite. Allowing herself a quick tug of Jenny’s ponytail to lift Lewis to a kneel, Crimson dips to circle Jenny’s head in a front facelock and lays out, DRIVING Lewis’ face and forehead into the canvas with a low, but effective DDT.
Jenny’s noggin hits with such force, she bounces up to her haunches. It’s instantly clear, though the lights may be on, from the glazed eyes of Lewis, no one’s home. Crimson shoves Jenny to her back and covers with a crossbody for…
ONE!
TWO!!
THRENOOO!!!
The Icy Mite again denies her masked foe the pin, throwing up a shoulder and flopping to her side. A kneeling Crimson shrugs, seemingly impressed at the stubborn refusal of the Mite to stay down. She reaches for Jenny’s head and pulls the brunette to a seated position. With her foe’s jaw exposed, Crimson pivots slightly to set up a forearm blow that would rock whatever senses remain in Lewis. But before Crimson Dawn can send the strike home, Jenny’s left thumb finds a temporary residence, namely the right eye of the masked grappler.
Crimson yelps as she spins away, pushing to her feet and stumbling to the ropes, half-blinded, her opposite eye watering reflexively while the blonde tries to rub and blink sight back into its poked counterpart.
Jenny rises to echoing jeers from the crowd. Not fully steady in her gait, Lewis nonetheless picks up speed and races to a kneelift to Crimson’s gut that doubles over the would-be heroine.
“Sometimes,” Jenny pants. “You comic book geeks…don’t understand…what you’re getting into.”
It’s Jenny’s turn to send Crimson for the ride, the blonde forced to race to the far ropes and rebounding toward a charging Mite. Jenny’s sinewy if abbreviated legs lead the way when she leaps and the stems snap shut around Crimson’s head. Immediately throwing her body weight in reverse, Lewis draws the bigger blonde with her, Crimson flipping through the Mite’s Hurricanrana.
Crimson Dawn lands with a heavy thud and skids across the canvas to a stop a few feet from the ropes.
Immediately, Jenny sprints into action, skipping over the splattered Crimson. She leaps into the middle rope, her hands grasping the top but for a moment before Jenny back flips toward a lionsault, Lewis hoping to provide a little tummy-related payback to the would-be Superheroine.
The wind rushes out of Crimson’s body as the Icy Mite impacts her right in the abs. Her head and legs lifting off the canvas only to crash back down as she groans. With a half sneer, half smirk Jenny sits up to her knees and cockily presses her hands to the superheroine’s chest to go for another pin….
One!
Two!!
Jenny suddenly yanks Crimson up from the canvas by her hair before dropping her back down, smiling, laughing a little at the booing crowd. As Crimson groans on the canvas, Jenny climbs to the bottom rope then middle. Turning back to her opponent she does a short jump and lands both of her small, white boots hard into the superheroine’s abs.
The masked woman violently exhales, as the crowd boos, a little spittle flying from her mouth as the Icy Mite, smiling to the crowd hops off onto the canvas, wiping her feet off on the ring, aiming the motion at Crimson as a sign of disrespect. To add more disrespect, the mite reached down and grabbed Crimson’s blonde hair and dragged her towards the center of the ring.
Once in place, Jenny released the hair and takes a running start towards the ropes. Hitting them, bouncing back rushing towards Crimson, the smaller opponent jumps into the air, launching herself into a forward spin, somersaulting. On her way down, she extends both legs, and comes down hard in a somersault leg drop onto Crimson’s neck and chest.
Sitting up, with a grin, Jenny again leans down onto her downed opponent, trying for the pin…
ONE!
TWO!!
THRNOOOOOO!!!
This time it’s Crimson who gets her shoulder up on her own, Lewis not at all happy about being denied something she wants. Moving to a kneeling straddle of Crimson, Jenny lifts the masked grappler’s head off the canvas by her flaxen locks. She balls a tiny right fist and thumps the would-be superheroine in the jaw, loosening the blonde’s head. Casting her gaze to the crowd, Jenny addresses them.
“You want to know my superhero name?”
The crowd chants ‘No…NO…NO!’ but Lewis ignores the overwhelming response, shouting out “Queen of Mites”.
Dropping her taut derriere into Crimson’s gut, Lewis draws a guttural groan from the blonde, Crimson looking less and less super by the minute. Jenny adds to it by popping to a handstand and dropping her ass DEEP into Crimson’s belly once more, a loud explosive grunt emerging from below.
Lewis slides up Crimson’s chest to apply a schoolgirl pin for…
ONE!
TWO!!
THRNOOO!!!
Crimson shovels Jenny off again, drawing the ire of the Icy Mite who pushes to her feet.
“I’ll give you this,” Jenny growls, “you’re stupider than the average person. So maybe that’s your power?”
Jenny grabs Crimson by the wrist and tugs the cowled crusader to wobbly feet. She aims the blonde at the far buckles and sends her sprinting to them, where Crimson turns and shudders through the impact against her spine. Immediately, Jenny is on the move after her, tumbling through a set of gymnastic flips and handsprings that come close to the skill of her former fellow Mites, Domi and Janel.
Closing in on the dazed Crimson, Jenny takes off in one final back handspring and delivers a piercing elbow to the cleft of Crimson’s bosom, right in the red rising sun on her foe’s chest. Collecting Crimson’s noggin in a side headlock, Jenny tries to tug the superheroine out of the corner, but gets stuck. Turning, she sees Crimson has a tight, white-knuckled grip around the top rope and, before the official can start counting; Jenny stomps on Crimson’s left boot.
The pain from her smashed foot reflexively opens Crimson’s hand and Jenny takes off with her cargo, racing forward and leaving her feet to bulldog the blonde. But when she goes airborne, there’s a little more ‘oomph’ to her liftoff than the ex-skater plans. Crimson shoves out of the headlock before her head can be drawn to a painful collision and a wide-eyed Jenny is left to go flying alone, off balance on her flight, and landing HARSHLY on her tailbone.
As the crowd howls with delight, Jenny reaches for her aching bum with both hands, the tiny brunette yelping as she bounces on her taut tush.
Crimson, still a little winded, leans on the ropes as Jenny rubs her butt, and uses them to launch herself forward. Nearing the Icy Mite, Crimson leaps and sends both of her heavy boots to the back of Jenny’s head, launching her forward on the canvas.
As the Superheroine gets to one knee, she watches her smaller opponent lay on the canvas. Not usually having quite this size advantage, Crimson decides to use it as she pushes to a crouch. Slipping her right, red leather glove off and dropping it on the canvas, she stealthily approaches Jenny as she sits up on her knees. Waiting for the dazed skater to get to her feet, as Jenny turns to face Crimson, the superheroine launches forward with her ungloved hand and covers Jenny’s face! Her gloved hand cupping the back of Jenny’s head to add to the pressure as she debuts a new move, “The Crimson Claw!”
Jenny screams out in pain at the hold, her hands shooting to the superheroine’s wrists as the crowd cheers Crimson. Crimson Dawn pressing her size advantage to push down on Jenny’s head as she squeezes her temples, the skater trying to stay standing as she does, her knees quivering as she groans in pain into Crimson’s hand.
Crimson grits her teeth, not letting up.
The ref asks Jenny if she wants to submit, but the skater refuses, groaning “no”, so the zebra has to let it continue.
No sooner does she refuse the submission, Jenny falls to her knees, groaning. Crimson follows her down, taking one knee as she continues to press her advantage.
Pressing harder now, Crimson watches carefully. Suddenly, Jenny’s hands fall limp to her sides and Crimson releases the hold almost instantly, launching herself forward onto her knees as Jenny falls to her back, Crimson pushing herself forward until she’s straddling the smaller woman’s hips, and presses down on Jenny’s shoulders. Jenny’s head hits the canvas laying cheek first against it as the ref slides into position…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The crowd erupts into cheers as Crimson sits up on her knees, holding her arms up in victory. Pushing up to her feet, Crimson places a red boot on Jenny’s chest and flexes as the crowd continues to cheer. Walking over, she lifts her discarded red glove and retrieves her cape from her corner, before suddenly the lights go out in the arena. As they return, the crowd screams with approval as they see Crimson in the rafters duck to the back.
Having been left in Janel Manning’s wake, the Golden Mite abandoning her Icy sister even before Manning’s impromptu and fully unexpected Intercontinental championship, the Mite many forgot continues to patch together the odd FAWN appearance.
JENNY LEWIS
Up from the Jungle once more, the former Olympic-class skater strides toward the stage, looking lonesome without her former Mite-mates. Reaching the ring, the taut, pocket-sized beauty takes a lap around the outside as the ring announcer makes plain her arrival.
“Introducing…accompanied by absolutely no one…”
The Ice Maiden offers the smartass a cold, laser-like stare.
“… Standing 5 feet 2 inches tall and weighing 99 pounds from Newport Beach, California…she is the Icy Mite…JENNY LEEWWWIS.”
Jenny, having been provided the same disdainful response at both FAWN and The Jungle for years, lets the boos and catcalls roll off her sequined back. Leaping to the apron in a low-cut, red, sequin-encrusted skater’s micro-mini, pink spandex panties beneath, Jenny grabs the top rope and hops over with room to spare. The diaphanous dress floats on air as Lewis lands.
Jenny, tiny even by lightweight standards, but with sinew to spare from her long-time athletic background, waits impatiently. If she could claim a win tonight against the so-called superhero, it would be her making waves, not Janel or Dominique. The way it had been meant to be. Leave those gymnastic twits in her icy dust.
Jenny runs the ropes, throwing herself into them with abandon, bouncing back and forth, her white boots slowly slapping to a stop as her music fades. She looks to the stage, ready for the psycho to join her.
As Jenny directs her attention to the top of the ramp, the lights in the arena dim as Serenada Schizophrana by Danny Elfman begins to swell over the arena. On the Big screen, a red mark begins to rise slowly until it forms a half sun, small red rectangles coming up from it until the symbol fills the entire screen. The crowd begins going wild, knowing this is the entrance for FAWN's local 'superheroine', The Crimson Dawn. A large white spotlight hits the rafters and standing on a girder is the Crimson Dawn, in all black aside from the red symbol on her chest, the same as the one seen on the screen. Jenny seems taken off guard by the appearance above the ring.
"Making her way to the ring, standing 5'5 inches, and weighing in at one twenty five pounds, CRIMSON DAWWWWN!"
CRIMSON DAWN
Crimson's eyes and nose are covered by a small black mask, her hands with red gloves and her feet covered by heavy red boots. Grasping a harness around her waist with her right hand, and a strong cable in her hand with the other, she suddenly lowers into the ring, quickly at first, slowing as she gets closer to the ring, until she sets down gracefully in the ring, dropping to a crouch, before rising to her feet. The movement of a dancer as she stands. The crowd going wild as she unhooks the cable and begins removing her cape as the two competitors await the bell to start the match, the ref explaining the rules...
Or at least one competitor waits. The sequin-clad brunette has no compunction about the bell telling her when to start. Jenny feigns attention as the striped-shirted loser finishes his instructions and turns to head for her corner when Crimson Dawn does the same. But Jenny’s turn is a pirouette, and she races forward, slamming a forearm between the shoulder blades of the masked blonde.
Crimson lurches forward from the impact. She stumbles to the ropes, catching herself then turns, only to eat a pair of diminutive boots, Lewis leaping into a sharp dropkick to the would-be superheroine’s chin. This time Crimson doesn’t maintain her verticality, landing on her back with a THUMP. Lewis turns to the official.
“I suggest you start the match because I’m not stopping now,” Jenny informs and, when the former skater sinks a set of nails into Crimson’s flowing flaxen locks, the man decides that might be the best idea.
As he does, the Icy Mite yanks Crimson Dawn to her feet and transfers her grip to one on her foe’s right wrist.
Pushing Crimson deep into the ropes, Jenny uses the spring to send the masked grappler for the ride to the opposite ropes with an Irish Whip. With Crimson scampering into the rebound and returning toward Lewis, Jenny takes off like a shot, again rising with her boots leading the way and AGAIN she connects with a jaw jacking dropkick sending Crimson spinning to the deck, ending in a jumble of torso and limbs.
Jenny kips to her feet and surveys, a beaming grin on her face.
“There’s a lot of crime on the mean streets of Bangor,” Lewis chuckles as she delivers a tiny if forceful boots to Crimson’s ribs, drawing a soft grunt from the formerly caped crusader. “This psycho might be able to do some good up in The Jungle. Me? I’ll just stay down here and kick some FAWN ass.”
To clarify the point, Jenny boots Crimson in the behind. The masked blonde, having made it to all fours, spills forward onto her face, though her knees keep her backside elevated. This turns out unpleasantly when Lewis leaps into the air and double-stomps the super-glutes, flattening Crimson to the mat.
“Someone forget your wake-up call, goofball,” Jenny growls, the Icy Mite on fire with feet and tongue. “Or is our yellow sun throwing you off.”
Lewis gives Crimson a boot to the ribs to flip the blonde to her back and heads for the ropes, gracefully slipping outside them, turning, and grabbing the top cable. Measuring the splattered would-be superhero, Jenny hops to the rubber-coated steel and springboards off the uppermost strand.
Looking as acrobatic as either of her form Mite compatriots, Jenny backflips away from the rope, first soaring then plummeting to CRASH in a crossbody SPLASH, tummy to tummy across the masked grappler.
Crimson groans, folding into a ‘V’ around the impact of the former skater. She recedes to the canvas and the delighted, bite-sized brunette hooks a leg for the…
ONE!
TWO!!
…and the crowd gets its first chance to cheer when Crimson Dawn kicks out of the pin with something approaching authority.
With a groan, Crimson rolls to her stomach. Placing her palms flat on the canvas she begins to push up.
Unfortunately for her, Jenny has already made it to her feet. “Stay down,” hissed the Mite through her teeth as she sent one of her white boots hard at Crimson’s forehead. The superheroine took the impact, falling hard to her back. Her chest and abs rising and falling rapidly, her eyes closed as the skater smirked and made her way to the ropes.
The crowd began to boo as Jenny climbed the ropes, making a show of it as she got to the top. Turning, she faces the crowd and spreads her arms, striking a pose, like a figure skater who just finished a routine. Still facing the crowd, she shouts to the ref, “Get ready to count this, it’s over.” With that, the Mite bends her knees and leaps off the ropes, backwards, flipping in midair.
On her way down, though, Jenny’s eyes grow wide, as Crimson Dawn lifts both knees towards her own chest. The slight change takes away Jenny’s soft landing spot, and the superheroine’s knees sink deep into Jenny’s abs.
Crimson, unable to help herself, smiles slightly at the feeling of Lewis’s abs sinking in at the impact of her knees. Pushing her legs forward, she sends Jenny to the canvas as the crowd cheers. Rolling to all fours, she pushes to her feet.
Crawling to her opponent, Crimson reaches for Jenny’s head, seeming as though she’s going to start pulling her opponent up as she herself gets to her feet, instead Crimson pulls her own head back and thrusts it forward, crashing her masked forehead hard into Jenny’s bare forehead. The mask mostly protecting Crimson from the impact as her opponent sees stars on the canvas.
Pushing to her feet, now, Crimson reaches down and pulls up the fallen Mite by her head, being careful not to pull hair. She transitions her hand quickly to Jenny’s wrist and spins her body, launching her opponent towards the opposite ropes in a whip. On Jenny’s way back, the superheroine hooks an arm under the much smaller girl’s armpit, and lifts, turning her own body, using their momentum to sling Jenny to the canvas on her back.
Following her opponent down, dropping to her knees, Crimson places both of her leather gloved hands onto Jenny’s abs and presses down as the ref counts…
ONE!
TWO!!
…but Jenny lifts her shoulders roughly, pulling boos from the frustrated crowd.
The FAWNatics aren’t the only ones to react. Crimson tugs the diminutive ex-skater to her feet, again snagging the right wrist of Lewis. Swinging the stumbling Jenny in a wide arc, the heroine lets loose after a full orbit and the sequin-clad grappler races to a corner, turning her back into the impact.
Jenny’s taut body shudders but remains upright so the masked blonde races behind, leaping like she might be headed up and over a tall building. Instead she SPLASHES the Mite beneath her frame, sandwiching Lewis. Crimson Dawn bounces away from the buckles and the blasted Ice Princess. Jenny staggers out from the corner, passing an observing Crimson. Lewis makes it a few steps more before melting to her knees and spiraling to a starfish on her back.
Having leveled the ‘evildoer’, Crimson hustles toward the corner from which Jenny emerged and springs to the top. She turns quickly to face the decked Lewis and skies away from the penthouse perch. Somersaulting through a forward flip, the flight making her look every bit the superheroine, Crimson CRASHES down across the midriff of the dark-haired Mite, collapsing her foe’s abs with a perfectly-placed senton. As Crimson Dawn rolls off and up, popping gracefully to her feet, Jenny is left hugging her impaled tummy, the flawless abdomen showing plenty of wear and tear from another successful attack.
Groaning and gagging, Lewis still manages to make all fours. Understanding a superheroine’s work is never done until the third slap of the mat; Crimson starts a rhythmic clap with the crowd, but speedily returns to the Icy Mite. Allowing herself a quick tug of Jenny’s ponytail to lift Lewis to a kneel, Crimson dips to circle Jenny’s head in a front facelock and lays out, DRIVING Lewis’ face and forehead into the canvas with a low, but effective DDT.
Jenny’s noggin hits with such force, she bounces up to her haunches. It’s instantly clear, though the lights may be on, from the glazed eyes of Lewis, no one’s home. Crimson shoves Jenny to her back and covers with a crossbody for…
ONE!
TWO!!
THRENOOO!!!
The Icy Mite again denies her masked foe the pin, throwing up a shoulder and flopping to her side. A kneeling Crimson shrugs, seemingly impressed at the stubborn refusal of the Mite to stay down. She reaches for Jenny’s head and pulls the brunette to a seated position. With her foe’s jaw exposed, Crimson pivots slightly to set up a forearm blow that would rock whatever senses remain in Lewis. But before Crimson Dawn can send the strike home, Jenny’s left thumb finds a temporary residence, namely the right eye of the masked grappler.
Crimson yelps as she spins away, pushing to her feet and stumbling to the ropes, half-blinded, her opposite eye watering reflexively while the blonde tries to rub and blink sight back into its poked counterpart.
Jenny rises to echoing jeers from the crowd. Not fully steady in her gait, Lewis nonetheless picks up speed and races to a kneelift to Crimson’s gut that doubles over the would-be heroine.
“Sometimes,” Jenny pants. “You comic book geeks…don’t understand…what you’re getting into.”
It’s Jenny’s turn to send Crimson for the ride, the blonde forced to race to the far ropes and rebounding toward a charging Mite. Jenny’s sinewy if abbreviated legs lead the way when she leaps and the stems snap shut around Crimson’s head. Immediately throwing her body weight in reverse, Lewis draws the bigger blonde with her, Crimson flipping through the Mite’s Hurricanrana.
Crimson Dawn lands with a heavy thud and skids across the canvas to a stop a few feet from the ropes.
Immediately, Jenny sprints into action, skipping over the splattered Crimson. She leaps into the middle rope, her hands grasping the top but for a moment before Jenny back flips toward a lionsault, Lewis hoping to provide a little tummy-related payback to the would-be Superheroine.
The wind rushes out of Crimson’s body as the Icy Mite impacts her right in the abs. Her head and legs lifting off the canvas only to crash back down as she groans. With a half sneer, half smirk Jenny sits up to her knees and cockily presses her hands to the superheroine’s chest to go for another pin….
One!
Two!!
Jenny suddenly yanks Crimson up from the canvas by her hair before dropping her back down, smiling, laughing a little at the booing crowd. As Crimson groans on the canvas, Jenny climbs to the bottom rope then middle. Turning back to her opponent she does a short jump and lands both of her small, white boots hard into the superheroine’s abs.
The masked woman violently exhales, as the crowd boos, a little spittle flying from her mouth as the Icy Mite, smiling to the crowd hops off onto the canvas, wiping her feet off on the ring, aiming the motion at Crimson as a sign of disrespect. To add more disrespect, the mite reached down and grabbed Crimson’s blonde hair and dragged her towards the center of the ring.
Once in place, Jenny released the hair and takes a running start towards the ropes. Hitting them, bouncing back rushing towards Crimson, the smaller opponent jumps into the air, launching herself into a forward spin, somersaulting. On her way down, she extends both legs, and comes down hard in a somersault leg drop onto Crimson’s neck and chest.
Sitting up, with a grin, Jenny again leans down onto her downed opponent, trying for the pin…
ONE!
TWO!!
THRNOOOOOO!!!
This time it’s Crimson who gets her shoulder up on her own, Lewis not at all happy about being denied something she wants. Moving to a kneeling straddle of Crimson, Jenny lifts the masked grappler’s head off the canvas by her flaxen locks. She balls a tiny right fist and thumps the would-be superheroine in the jaw, loosening the blonde’s head. Casting her gaze to the crowd, Jenny addresses them.
“You want to know my superhero name?”
The crowd chants ‘No…NO…NO!’ but Lewis ignores the overwhelming response, shouting out “Queen of Mites”.
Dropping her taut derriere into Crimson’s gut, Lewis draws a guttural groan from the blonde, Crimson looking less and less super by the minute. Jenny adds to it by popping to a handstand and dropping her ass DEEP into Crimson’s belly once more, a loud explosive grunt emerging from below.
Lewis slides up Crimson’s chest to apply a schoolgirl pin for…
ONE!
TWO!!
THRNOOO!!!
Crimson shovels Jenny off again, drawing the ire of the Icy Mite who pushes to her feet.
“I’ll give you this,” Jenny growls, “you’re stupider than the average person. So maybe that’s your power?”
Jenny grabs Crimson by the wrist and tugs the cowled crusader to wobbly feet. She aims the blonde at the far buckles and sends her sprinting to them, where Crimson turns and shudders through the impact against her spine. Immediately, Jenny is on the move after her, tumbling through a set of gymnastic flips and handsprings that come close to the skill of her former fellow Mites, Domi and Janel.
Closing in on the dazed Crimson, Jenny takes off in one final back handspring and delivers a piercing elbow to the cleft of Crimson’s bosom, right in the red rising sun on her foe’s chest. Collecting Crimson’s noggin in a side headlock, Jenny tries to tug the superheroine out of the corner, but gets stuck. Turning, she sees Crimson has a tight, white-knuckled grip around the top rope and, before the official can start counting; Jenny stomps on Crimson’s left boot.
The pain from her smashed foot reflexively opens Crimson’s hand and Jenny takes off with her cargo, racing forward and leaving her feet to bulldog the blonde. But when she goes airborne, there’s a little more ‘oomph’ to her liftoff than the ex-skater plans. Crimson shoves out of the headlock before her head can be drawn to a painful collision and a wide-eyed Jenny is left to go flying alone, off balance on her flight, and landing HARSHLY on her tailbone.
As the crowd howls with delight, Jenny reaches for her aching bum with both hands, the tiny brunette yelping as she bounces on her taut tush.
Crimson, still a little winded, leans on the ropes as Jenny rubs her butt, and uses them to launch herself forward. Nearing the Icy Mite, Crimson leaps and sends both of her heavy boots to the back of Jenny’s head, launching her forward on the canvas.
As the Superheroine gets to one knee, she watches her smaller opponent lay on the canvas. Not usually having quite this size advantage, Crimson decides to use it as she pushes to a crouch. Slipping her right, red leather glove off and dropping it on the canvas, she stealthily approaches Jenny as she sits up on her knees. Waiting for the dazed skater to get to her feet, as Jenny turns to face Crimson, the superheroine launches forward with her ungloved hand and covers Jenny’s face! Her gloved hand cupping the back of Jenny’s head to add to the pressure as she debuts a new move, “The Crimson Claw!”
Jenny screams out in pain at the hold, her hands shooting to the superheroine’s wrists as the crowd cheers Crimson. Crimson Dawn pressing her size advantage to push down on Jenny’s head as she squeezes her temples, the skater trying to stay standing as she does, her knees quivering as she groans in pain into Crimson’s hand.
Crimson grits her teeth, not letting up.
The ref asks Jenny if she wants to submit, but the skater refuses, groaning “no”, so the zebra has to let it continue.
No sooner does she refuse the submission, Jenny falls to her knees, groaning. Crimson follows her down, taking one knee as she continues to press her advantage.
Pressing harder now, Crimson watches carefully. Suddenly, Jenny’s hands fall limp to her sides and Crimson releases the hold almost instantly, launching herself forward onto her knees as Jenny falls to her back, Crimson pushing herself forward until she’s straddling the smaller woman’s hips, and presses down on Jenny’s shoulders. Jenny’s head hits the canvas laying cheek first against it as the ref slides into position…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The crowd erupts into cheers as Crimson sits up on her knees, holding her arms up in victory. Pushing up to her feet, Crimson places a red boot on Jenny’s chest and flexes as the crowd continues to cheer. Walking over, she lifts her discarded red glove and retrieves her cape from her corner, before suddenly the lights go out in the arena. As they return, the crowd screams with approval as they see Crimson in the rafters duck to the back.