Post by alyadmirer on Jun 9, 2015 21:00:58 GMT
“The next match is for the Intercontinental Championship!”
The crowd erupts into cheers at the announcer’s voice.
www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=73BzbXYpnVY
The lights in the arena dimmed as dark music swelled through the arena. On the big screen, a red mark began to rise slowly until it formed a half sun, small red rectangles coming up from it until the symbol filled the entire screen. The crowd went wild at this symbol and music, having grown to love the underdog super heroine in her previous matches, especially after her recent win over Jenny Lewis. Some in the crowd actually leapt to their feet, clapping and cheering when suddenly, a large white spotlight hit the rafters. Standing on a girder was the woman in all black aside from the red symbol on her chest, the same as the one seen on the screen.
CRIMSON DAWN
Grasping a harness around her waist with her right hand, and a strong cable in her hand with the other, she suddenly lowered into the ring, quickly at first, slowing as she got closer to the ring, until she set down gracefully in the ring, dropping to a crouch, before rising to her feet with the grace of a trained dancer. As she looked out to the crowd they got their first good look at her.
“Coming to the ring first, from parts unknown, standing 5’5 inches, 125 lbs, FAWN’s resident superheroine, CRIMSON DAWN!”
Standing in the centre, she wore a black full length nylon body suit, the symbol mentioned above in the middle of her chest. Her boots and gloves were both made of red leather. Over her face was a red domino mask. Coming from her back is a black cape. She reached and unhooked the cape, handing it to the official as she made her way, stoically to the corner. Raising her hand, waving to the cheering crowd
Janel paces just behind the curtain, ready to turn Crimson Dawn into Crimson Sunset.
“Another masked freak,” she mumbles. “Like that brat-sized Burlingame wasn’t enough.”
The stirring guitar of The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus’ ‘You Better Pray’ crashes over the arena and the diminutive, muscled former gymnast straightens noticeably, her cue to again defend gold given.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_WxsL5q3I4 ).
The disapproval of the assembled rains down even before the once upon a time lightweight champion moves forward, the ring announcer’s pronouncement only drawing the decibels higher.
JANEL MANNING
“And…her opponent…AND the reigning Intercontinental Champion, hailing from the hallowed halls of Iowa City, Iowa… standing a full 4 feet 11 inches tall and weighing 117 pounds… The Golden Mite herself…JANEL MANNING!”
The fans are made to wait before the Mite-y One comes into view. The arena falls into darkness. A red spotlight illuminates the stage from the right, before winking out. The process is followed by a white spot from directly overhead, then a blue one from the left. As the sequence begins its second cycle, it provides the outline of a vertically challenged, strapping form and when the house lights rise, the tiny terror of vault, floor, and pommel horse parades down the ramp and aisle.
Riding a wave of success no one could have seen upon her return from a wildly lucrative gymnastics tour of former Olympic champions, Janel had made significant headway in not only taking the Intercontinental championship but in scrubbing the gilded belt free of the disgrace heaped upon the title by women such as Juliet Bloodwind and Jenny Jacobs.
Janel’s familiar flaxen ponytail swishes from one side to the other as she moves up the steps. The champ is in a skin-tight, lime green leotard containing a leopard-spot pattern. The spandex has a single solid strap over her left shoulder, a thin trio of small turquoise strips across the opposite number. She sports white wrist and ankle tape, pads and, as always, has her feet bared. Janel flexes her toes on the apron before flinging herself over the top cable without a hint of effort, dropping into a somersault on the inside, before popping gracefully to her feet.
Most important of all her attire is the gaudy golden accessory tightly clasped around her chiseled waist. The ferocious fireplug paces down the length of the ropes, occasionally deigning to glance in Crimson’s direction. Manning moves to the middle, unstraps her belt and raises it high with her left hand while sweeping her right across her flawless abs. She asks for a microphone and plucks one from the air after a toss from a FAWN flunky.
“Another woman afraid to show her face?” the Mite shouts at the lens before turning to the would-be superheroine.
“Straight out of the nearest con I’m sure. Well, Justice League Loser, you’re going to find out it’s more important to be an athlete in this ring.”
The Golden Mite tosses the microphone away and moves to her corner where she more carefully transfers her title belt to the lackey for safekeeping.
Ignoring the taunts of her opponent, Crimson Dawn simply crouches in her corner, observing the smaller champion’s movements. As her opponent hands off the object of this match to the FAWN worker, Crimson straightens up and speaks.
“With that belt… I would be more than just one person. I would be a symbol. One to strike fear into the hearts of cheaters and evil doers like yourself.”
The superheroine’s voice, rarely heard as of late, comes out
gravely and fierce.
No sooner had the words left Crimsons’ mouth, than the bell was ringing, and Janel was rushing towards the superheroine’s corner at high speed, leaping hoping to crossbody splash the masked avenger into the corner. But, as opposed to the sneak attack that caught her off guard facing Janel’s former team mate, Crimson is ready for cheap tricks tonight, letting herself fall to the canvas, and allowing the gymnast to catch nothing but turnbuckle to her chest and abs as the crowd cheers the underdog in the fight.
Crimson gets to her feet quickly, and turns to the corner. Reaching down to Janel, she places her gloved hands on the sides of the champion’s head, making sure not to grasp hair, and lifts Janel to her feet. Positioning her right hand, quickly to the smaller girl’s wrist, Crimson turns her own body, pulling the gymnast with her into a spin, and as the momentum builds, Crimson releases her hand, launching the Mite towards the opposite corner, trying to keep her smaller opponent winded early on.
The force of the toss from the masked grappler sends Janel scurrying across the canvas, turning her back into a harsh collision with the buckles. The impact rocks the tiny but muscular frame of the champ but she remains upright. Wincing, Manning’s lids open to see Crimson bearing down on her, racing from the opposite corner. Janel tries to slip out of the way but the effort is too late and she gets BURIED under a Crimson Splash, the challenger landing her rubber-coated body atop Janel’s, Manning letting loose with a loud ‘GUHHHF’.
As the superheroine bounces away from her attack, Janel staggers out from the buckles, toward the middle of the ring. Sliding in from behind, Crimson Dawn wraps her right arm around Janel’s noggin and tugs her forward a few steps before launching into the air. Crimson doesn’t fly high enough to go over a building with a single bound, but she rises high enough to throw her legs out in front of her and when she does drop to the canvas, she THUMPS Janel’s forehead into the mat with a noggin-rattling bulldog.
Manning’s braincase snaps back from the impact, the ponytailed blonde bouncing halfway to a kneel before barrel rolling over to her back, splayed in a spreadeagle. Quickly, Crimson drops her body across Janel’s spandex-clad frame in a lateral press, hooking a leg to get the ONE…TWO…and Manning kicks her way free, keeping her title reign alive.
Crimson gathers the Golden Mite by the head and rises to her feet while drawing Manning to her knees. She works a front facelock, twisting Janel’s head and neck, leaning into the former gymnast.
“Your kind,” Crimson assures, “will always meet justice. And today, it will be by my hands.”
The superheroine tugs Manning the rest of the way to her full 59 inches and dips to deliver a European Uppercut to the chin, sending Manning rocking back on her heels.
With the neon-clad athlete already leaning, Crimson pushes her into a backpedal to the ropes and flings her across the canvas with an Irish Whip. As Manning hits the far ropes, Crimson Dawn charges toward her target, leaping as if she’s taking to the skies, arms extended in front of her, but in this case, her fingers are laced into a double fist and it CRASHES into Janel’s jaw, sending her dropping to the canvas as if shot. Again, Crimson covers and this time she gets a 2 ½-count before Manning throws a shoulder up.
“I can beat you down longer than you can continue to get up,” Crimson informs the dazed Mite.
Leaving Manning splayed on the canvas, the masked heroine skips over her carcass and leaps into the ropes, her boots landing on the middle cable, hands gripping the top. Pressing into them, the superheroine springboards into a graceful backflip, Crimson Dawn soaring toward the starfished champ. But at the last second, Janel pulls her legs in tight, offering Crimson her knees instead of her chiseled abdomen.
The landing is a damaging one for the masked blonde. She grunts and rolls away from Manning, hugging her tummy and gagging. Ending on her back, she rolls from side to side, trying to regain her breath.
Not far from The Dawn, Janel is slow to take advantage, recovering herself. She manages to roll to hands and knees and shake out some cobwebs before popping to her bare feet, some chalk remaining on the soles, as with her palms. She moves to Crimson and drags the self-proclaimed superheroine to her boot soles.
Grabbing her fellow blonde’s wrists, Janel crisscrosses them in front of Crimson and dips her head through the hole between the limbs and her foe’s chest. Dipping to do so, she throws her bodyweight back and sends Crimson into a forward flip, the masked grappler ending on her back with Janel in a bridge above, keeping Crimson’s shoulders pinned for ONE…TWO…THRNOOO.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=j-gIa4woSSk ).
Crimson Dawn lifts a shoulder and rolls to her side, Janel’s bridge collapsing in the process. Manning moves to her knees, hovering beside Crimson.
Janel undoes her trademark ponytail and swishes her long, honey blonde locks. “If I’m going to be the evil foil, I might as well look the part...” Manning hops to her feet and starts stomping away with her bare tootsies on Crimson’s belly and ribs. “…and play it.”
Between the impact of her abs to her opponent’s knees, the suplex and now the barefoot stomps to her abs, the Crimson is having a hard time getting a breath. It seems the second she gets any air into her lungs, the gymnast is there to knock it right back out.
With a groan, trying to get some relief, Crimson starts to roll towards the ropes, her arms wrapping around her middle to at least protect herself along the way. Janel following her along the way, raining stomps down along Crimson’s shoulder, back and chest as she rolls.
Under the bottom rope, the superheroine grabs ahold of the ropes, and the ref warns Manning to back off. The champ backs up, watching Crimson get to a kneeling position on the ropes, her arms draped over it as she tries to bring air back into her lungs, when suddenly Janel launches herself forward and leaps slamming her butt against the shoulder blades of her opponent, her legs sliding between the middle and bottom rope as she bounces up and down against the heroine, taking more of the wind out of her early on.
The ref begins to count the use of the ropes…1….2….3…. Janel pulls herself up and steps off the ropes. Before backing off of her opponent entirely, the champ sends a hard, bare soled stomp to the back of Crimson’s head, gagging the superheroine once more, bouncing her off the rope and back to her back. Keeping the challenger to the canvas early on.
Mocking the crowd a bit, as the try to rally the superheroine from the canvas, Janel places her foot roughly on Crimson’s chest, receiving another cough of air expelled from the larger opponent’s lungs as she does. Flexing above her, Janel hisses to the crowd. “Look at your hero, now! This is what they do! They let you down!”
The ref drops down to count the cocky pin…
… ONE!....
...TWNOOOOO!...
Crimson rolls to her side, easily breaking the cocky pin, holding her chest, breathing a little heavy early on in this match. Janel reaches down, smirking, cocky despite the broken pin, and grabs Crimson’s hair, roughly pulling her to her feet.
Spinning her body as she holds Crimson’s wrist and hair, she lets go for an Irish whip, sending the superheroine into the ropes. Waiting for her return, Janel crouches slightly, then launches with a flash kick aimed straight for the masked woman’s face.
At the last moment, Crimson ducks, letting Janel’s foot catch nothing but air. Stumbling slightly on the landing, Janel starts to turn, in time to see Crimson returning from hitting the other set of ropes and leaping up, aiming her own boots square for Janel’s chest!
With a grunt, the champ hits the canvas and rolls over herself onto her stomach. Groaning, holding her chest. Crimson, up to all fours but still winded and not moving at top speed crawls to the downed champ and shoves her side hard, to put her on her back.
Crimson falls across Janel’s body and hooks the right leg, bringing it in closely as she rolls to her back across Janel’s chest, going for the pin. The ref drops down…
….ONE!....
Janel stirs, pulling her left knee up, planning her foot on the canvas.
….TWO!....
Janel lays still, takes a deep breath…
…THRNOOOOOOOO!......
Janel kicks out hard, pushing up with her left leg and using the momentum to lift her shoulder before the ref can slap three. Crimson is sitting up, pulling her own hair, slightly, in frustration as she breathes heavily, already beaded in sweat, partially from wearing the full body suit she’s become known for.
Crimson moves her hands from her hair to Manning’s ponytail and tugs the champ to her feet as she rises beside the former gymnast. Turning the Napoleon-sized titleholder to face her, the superheroine dips and scoops an arm between Manning’s muscular thighs, sending Janel up to her right shoulder. Surging forward a few steps, Crimson gets a little extra ‘ooomph’ behind a body slam into the canvas.
The Golden Mite arches her backbone in pain, hand reaching for the base of her spine before Crimson flattens her foe to the canvas with a stomping boot to Manning’s flawless, chiseled midriff. Skipping over the splayed champ, Crimson hops to the middle rope just beyond, grabbing the top cable. Springboarding in a graceful backflip, the challenger CRUSHES Janel’s rock-hard tummy with a perfect Lionsault, the THWACK of spandex-covered abs to rubber-coated abs leaving Manning the loser. She jackknifes around the impact, launching her body into a tenderized ‘V’ around the pressing frame of Crimson.
CD snatches both raised legs behind the knees and rolls Janel into a double-legged cradle, the crowd roaring along with the slaps of the canvas…ONE…TWO…THRNOO!
Again, Janel denies what her fellow mite Jenny Lewis could not, Manning escaping to keep her reign alive. Grimacing, one arm wrapping lightly around her bruised belly, Janel can’t hide the abuse her tummy has taken. When the vertically-challenged blonde grunts, noticeably keeping her aching abdomen turned away from the superheroine, a bell seems to ring for the masked wonder.
Turning a risen but stooped Janel toward her, Crimson adds to the anguish with a blistering toe kick to the navel, doubling over the faltering Manning. Frozen in place, Janel can do little as Crimson swings a scooping arm between the former gymnast’s abbreviated stems. This time the challenger ‘hups’ Janel onto her shoulders in a fireman’s carry and shows off her prize to the cheering throngs with a lap around the squared circle.
A couple pointed elbows to the temple from the furious Mite stagger Crimson, but before Janel can battle her way out of the predicament, the bigger blonde pops Janel off her shoulders and over her head. As Manning drops so does Crimson Dawn, the masked grappler falls to her back, knees pointed heavenward and she skewers the midriff of Janel with an aptly named gutbuster.
Manning rolls away breathlessly, gagging as she hugs her midriff. Meanwhile, Crimson kips to her feet and pumps a gloved fist to the FAWNatics who respond with lots o’ love for their heroine.
“Whadya say I finish off this half-pint hellraiser?” Crimson queries.
The crowd doesn’t have to be asked twice, roaring in the affirmative.
The challenger nods and tracks down a crawling Manning, Janel on all fours and headed out of town. Crimson grabs an ankle and drags the champ back to the middle for the final few panels of this comic book happy ending.
Crimson releases the champion’s leg, letting it drop to the canvas and steps over to Janel’s side. Dropping to her knees on the canvas, and placing both gloved hands on Janel’s right side, she rolls the champ over and reaches out, hooking Janel’s leg and rolling up, going for the pin once more…
….ONE!....
The crowd roaring its approval, chanting along with the count…
….TWO!...
Crimson grits her teeth and… The ref doesn’t even get a chance to lift the hand back up as Janel puts all her strength into wrenching her body, lifting her shoulder, showing her drive to keep the intercontinental title around her own waist.
Crimson is obviously frustrated, but bites her own lip before exhaling, keeping herself calm and centered, knowing it’s necessary if she wants to retrieve this championship. Her gloved hands gently pat Janel’s taught abs, as though to congratulate her on coming this far, before pushing to her boots and making her way to the ropes.
Climbing, facing the crowd, she spreads her arms wide as she gets to the top rope, signaling the crowd for her finisher, The Crimson Dawn. The crowd cheering wildly as Crimson bends her knees and leaps from the top rope…
But as Dawn is about to break across FAWN and present the organization’s landscape with its first superheroine champion, its current Intercontinental champion has other ideas. The stubborn, blackhearted pixie rolls clear of Crimson and CD finds nothing but empty canvas, her finisher blowing up in her face.
As the challenger bounces off the deck, rolling to a stop on her back, eyes half-lidded in pain; not far away, Manning is using the ropes to wearily pull her way up to her full 59 inches. She rattles her coconut to shake free of the cobwebs and gazes at the chirping Crimson.
“Sometimes, you people get rebooted,” Janel mumbles to herself and, by circumstance, the ref. “And now they’re going to have to find a new person for your part.”
Janel moves to her foe and grabs a wrist and a handful of Crimson’s flowing flaxen locks. She yanks the masked grappler to her feet and aims her at a far corner before Irish Whipping the challenger into the buckles, CD turning her back into the collision, the impact rocking the frame of the superheroine.
When Crimson Dawn remains upright, the former gymnast calls her play, racing directly at her foe. The diminutive athlete gains enough speed to race up Crimson’s form, delivering a stomping bare foot to Crimson’s jaw as the final step before a backflip puts her down directly in front of the dazed superheroine.
Tiger Wall Flip @ 00:34 ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=EEfT9OXzKYI ).
Not waiting for Crimson’s glassy eyes to clear, Janel jumps right back at CD, leaping those bare tootsies onto the front of Crimson’s thighs. The champ’s hands curl around the back of Crimson Dawn’s neck and Manning throws her weight in reverse, her legs and torso flying out behind her while she maintains her grip on Crimson’s head to SLAM her foe’s masked features into the deck with a monkey flip facebuster.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=BkKMQw70RFE ).
Crimson’s mask provides no protection as her mug is SPIKED into the deck. A delighted Manning takes time to do a set of three pushups before shoving her way to vertical and admiring her handiwork.
Janel motions for Crimson to get up, perhaps adding the words ‘your ass’ in between for emphasis and, with her never-say-die attitude, the superheroine does just that, if slowly and achingly.
When CD reaches vertical, Manning charges and puts on a display worthy of her Olympic background, making the “superheroine” look silly and overmatched with her spinning, twirling and ultimately mat-thumping La Mistica, Janel ending on the deck with Crimson, wrenching her foe’s left arm.
La Mistica @ 00:05 ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jt8qcOSEg-o )
If she’d held on for more than a half-dozen seconds, Manning might have forced a submission from the challenger, but the former gymnast releases, leaving a mewling writhing Crimson flipping to her back, cradling her injured wing.
Having risen, Janel lifts her arms high and wide, her perfect pearlies flashing, drawing the ire of the FAWNatics who can sense their desire for truth, justice and the Crimson way are about to be denied by a Perfect Ten.
Apparently reading their minds, Janel drags a beleaguered Crimson to her feet, wrapping both of the masked blonde’s arms in front of her foe’s throat from behind, creating the all too familiar straightjacket grip.
From there, Janel leaps into the air, sticking the knees of her tucked frame into the shoulderblades of the superheroine. Wrenching back, she RIPS Crimson Dawn off her unsteady feet and BLOWS out her lungs when the duo hit the canvas.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=vudL_Iwg35I ).
But Janel is only halfway to perfection. Holding onto Crimson’s wrists, she converts the impact to her straightjacket clutch.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=96v8dirB5qM ).
Yanking back on the brutal submission, choking Crimson with her own arms while testing the superheroine’s neck and back to their breaking points, Janel demands a submission from the so-called ‘force for good’. After a dozen seconds, Crimson, unable to tap, chirps out a pleading ‘yes’ to the champion, adding a whimpering “I quit”.
As the ref calls for the bell, Janel rises, still maintaining her grip. She places her bare right foot behind Crimson’s head, wriggles her toes in the golden mane for a moment, then curbstomps Crimson’s face into the mat, knocking CD’s senses free of her body. Face down and unconscious, Crimson is spared the ring announcer’s declaration.
“Your winner…and STILL Intercontinental Champion…Janel Manning!”
Manning rolls the insensate Crimson to her back with a shoveling foot and places her sole on Crimson’s face, grinding it for good measure for her Gladiatrix moment, arms high and wide, beaming smile.
“If a cartoon superhero can’t beat me, who can?” she shouts.
The crowd is not amused with the sassy Golden Mite and lets her know with another round of jeers.
The official tries to hand the gold and leather to the champion, but Manning demands he strap it around her waist. Getting it a bit too tight, Janel winces.
“LOOSEN,” she demands, a fit of pain in her voice, tummy still tender from Crimson’s abuse.
With the belt properly situated, she revels in the KOd Crimson, dragging her foot down the length of CD’s motionless frame before thumping a stomp into Crimson’s crotch that wakens the blonde with a yelp.
Leaving Crimson Dawn to consider her failure, Janel makes her exit in style, proving again she can do what Domi and Jenny cannot and more so proving she is an Intercontinental Champion to be doubted at your peril.
The crowd erupts into cheers at the announcer’s voice.
www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=73BzbXYpnVY
The lights in the arena dimmed as dark music swelled through the arena. On the big screen, a red mark began to rise slowly until it formed a half sun, small red rectangles coming up from it until the symbol filled the entire screen. The crowd went wild at this symbol and music, having grown to love the underdog super heroine in her previous matches, especially after her recent win over Jenny Lewis. Some in the crowd actually leapt to their feet, clapping and cheering when suddenly, a large white spotlight hit the rafters. Standing on a girder was the woman in all black aside from the red symbol on her chest, the same as the one seen on the screen.
CRIMSON DAWN
Grasping a harness around her waist with her right hand, and a strong cable in her hand with the other, she suddenly lowered into the ring, quickly at first, slowing as she got closer to the ring, until she set down gracefully in the ring, dropping to a crouch, before rising to her feet with the grace of a trained dancer. As she looked out to the crowd they got their first good look at her.
“Coming to the ring first, from parts unknown, standing 5’5 inches, 125 lbs, FAWN’s resident superheroine, CRIMSON DAWN!”
Standing in the centre, she wore a black full length nylon body suit, the symbol mentioned above in the middle of her chest. Her boots and gloves were both made of red leather. Over her face was a red domino mask. Coming from her back is a black cape. She reached and unhooked the cape, handing it to the official as she made her way, stoically to the corner. Raising her hand, waving to the cheering crowd
Janel paces just behind the curtain, ready to turn Crimson Dawn into Crimson Sunset.
“Another masked freak,” she mumbles. “Like that brat-sized Burlingame wasn’t enough.”
The stirring guitar of The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus’ ‘You Better Pray’ crashes over the arena and the diminutive, muscled former gymnast straightens noticeably, her cue to again defend gold given.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_WxsL5q3I4 ).
The disapproval of the assembled rains down even before the once upon a time lightweight champion moves forward, the ring announcer’s pronouncement only drawing the decibels higher.
JANEL MANNING
“And…her opponent…AND the reigning Intercontinental Champion, hailing from the hallowed halls of Iowa City, Iowa… standing a full 4 feet 11 inches tall and weighing 117 pounds… The Golden Mite herself…JANEL MANNING!”
The fans are made to wait before the Mite-y One comes into view. The arena falls into darkness. A red spotlight illuminates the stage from the right, before winking out. The process is followed by a white spot from directly overhead, then a blue one from the left. As the sequence begins its second cycle, it provides the outline of a vertically challenged, strapping form and when the house lights rise, the tiny terror of vault, floor, and pommel horse parades down the ramp and aisle.
Riding a wave of success no one could have seen upon her return from a wildly lucrative gymnastics tour of former Olympic champions, Janel had made significant headway in not only taking the Intercontinental championship but in scrubbing the gilded belt free of the disgrace heaped upon the title by women such as Juliet Bloodwind and Jenny Jacobs.
Janel’s familiar flaxen ponytail swishes from one side to the other as she moves up the steps. The champ is in a skin-tight, lime green leotard containing a leopard-spot pattern. The spandex has a single solid strap over her left shoulder, a thin trio of small turquoise strips across the opposite number. She sports white wrist and ankle tape, pads and, as always, has her feet bared. Janel flexes her toes on the apron before flinging herself over the top cable without a hint of effort, dropping into a somersault on the inside, before popping gracefully to her feet.
Most important of all her attire is the gaudy golden accessory tightly clasped around her chiseled waist. The ferocious fireplug paces down the length of the ropes, occasionally deigning to glance in Crimson’s direction. Manning moves to the middle, unstraps her belt and raises it high with her left hand while sweeping her right across her flawless abs. She asks for a microphone and plucks one from the air after a toss from a FAWN flunky.
“Another woman afraid to show her face?” the Mite shouts at the lens before turning to the would-be superheroine.
“Straight out of the nearest con I’m sure. Well, Justice League Loser, you’re going to find out it’s more important to be an athlete in this ring.”
The Golden Mite tosses the microphone away and moves to her corner where she more carefully transfers her title belt to the lackey for safekeeping.
Ignoring the taunts of her opponent, Crimson Dawn simply crouches in her corner, observing the smaller champion’s movements. As her opponent hands off the object of this match to the FAWN worker, Crimson straightens up and speaks.
“With that belt… I would be more than just one person. I would be a symbol. One to strike fear into the hearts of cheaters and evil doers like yourself.”
The superheroine’s voice, rarely heard as of late, comes out
gravely and fierce.
No sooner had the words left Crimsons’ mouth, than the bell was ringing, and Janel was rushing towards the superheroine’s corner at high speed, leaping hoping to crossbody splash the masked avenger into the corner. But, as opposed to the sneak attack that caught her off guard facing Janel’s former team mate, Crimson is ready for cheap tricks tonight, letting herself fall to the canvas, and allowing the gymnast to catch nothing but turnbuckle to her chest and abs as the crowd cheers the underdog in the fight.
Crimson gets to her feet quickly, and turns to the corner. Reaching down to Janel, she places her gloved hands on the sides of the champion’s head, making sure not to grasp hair, and lifts Janel to her feet. Positioning her right hand, quickly to the smaller girl’s wrist, Crimson turns her own body, pulling the gymnast with her into a spin, and as the momentum builds, Crimson releases her hand, launching the Mite towards the opposite corner, trying to keep her smaller opponent winded early on.
The force of the toss from the masked grappler sends Janel scurrying across the canvas, turning her back into a harsh collision with the buckles. The impact rocks the tiny but muscular frame of the champ but she remains upright. Wincing, Manning’s lids open to see Crimson bearing down on her, racing from the opposite corner. Janel tries to slip out of the way but the effort is too late and she gets BURIED under a Crimson Splash, the challenger landing her rubber-coated body atop Janel’s, Manning letting loose with a loud ‘GUHHHF’.
As the superheroine bounces away from her attack, Janel staggers out from the buckles, toward the middle of the ring. Sliding in from behind, Crimson Dawn wraps her right arm around Janel’s noggin and tugs her forward a few steps before launching into the air. Crimson doesn’t fly high enough to go over a building with a single bound, but she rises high enough to throw her legs out in front of her and when she does drop to the canvas, she THUMPS Janel’s forehead into the mat with a noggin-rattling bulldog.
Manning’s braincase snaps back from the impact, the ponytailed blonde bouncing halfway to a kneel before barrel rolling over to her back, splayed in a spreadeagle. Quickly, Crimson drops her body across Janel’s spandex-clad frame in a lateral press, hooking a leg to get the ONE…TWO…and Manning kicks her way free, keeping her title reign alive.
Crimson gathers the Golden Mite by the head and rises to her feet while drawing Manning to her knees. She works a front facelock, twisting Janel’s head and neck, leaning into the former gymnast.
“Your kind,” Crimson assures, “will always meet justice. And today, it will be by my hands.”
The superheroine tugs Manning the rest of the way to her full 59 inches and dips to deliver a European Uppercut to the chin, sending Manning rocking back on her heels.
With the neon-clad athlete already leaning, Crimson pushes her into a backpedal to the ropes and flings her across the canvas with an Irish Whip. As Manning hits the far ropes, Crimson Dawn charges toward her target, leaping as if she’s taking to the skies, arms extended in front of her, but in this case, her fingers are laced into a double fist and it CRASHES into Janel’s jaw, sending her dropping to the canvas as if shot. Again, Crimson covers and this time she gets a 2 ½-count before Manning throws a shoulder up.
“I can beat you down longer than you can continue to get up,” Crimson informs the dazed Mite.
Leaving Manning splayed on the canvas, the masked heroine skips over her carcass and leaps into the ropes, her boots landing on the middle cable, hands gripping the top. Pressing into them, the superheroine springboards into a graceful backflip, Crimson Dawn soaring toward the starfished champ. But at the last second, Janel pulls her legs in tight, offering Crimson her knees instead of her chiseled abdomen.
The landing is a damaging one for the masked blonde. She grunts and rolls away from Manning, hugging her tummy and gagging. Ending on her back, she rolls from side to side, trying to regain her breath.
Not far from The Dawn, Janel is slow to take advantage, recovering herself. She manages to roll to hands and knees and shake out some cobwebs before popping to her bare feet, some chalk remaining on the soles, as with her palms. She moves to Crimson and drags the self-proclaimed superheroine to her boot soles.
Grabbing her fellow blonde’s wrists, Janel crisscrosses them in front of Crimson and dips her head through the hole between the limbs and her foe’s chest. Dipping to do so, she throws her bodyweight back and sends Crimson into a forward flip, the masked grappler ending on her back with Janel in a bridge above, keeping Crimson’s shoulders pinned for ONE…TWO…THRNOOO.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=j-gIa4woSSk ).
Crimson Dawn lifts a shoulder and rolls to her side, Janel’s bridge collapsing in the process. Manning moves to her knees, hovering beside Crimson.
Janel undoes her trademark ponytail and swishes her long, honey blonde locks. “If I’m going to be the evil foil, I might as well look the part...” Manning hops to her feet and starts stomping away with her bare tootsies on Crimson’s belly and ribs. “…and play it.”
Between the impact of her abs to her opponent’s knees, the suplex and now the barefoot stomps to her abs, the Crimson is having a hard time getting a breath. It seems the second she gets any air into her lungs, the gymnast is there to knock it right back out.
With a groan, trying to get some relief, Crimson starts to roll towards the ropes, her arms wrapping around her middle to at least protect herself along the way. Janel following her along the way, raining stomps down along Crimson’s shoulder, back and chest as she rolls.
Under the bottom rope, the superheroine grabs ahold of the ropes, and the ref warns Manning to back off. The champ backs up, watching Crimson get to a kneeling position on the ropes, her arms draped over it as she tries to bring air back into her lungs, when suddenly Janel launches herself forward and leaps slamming her butt against the shoulder blades of her opponent, her legs sliding between the middle and bottom rope as she bounces up and down against the heroine, taking more of the wind out of her early on.
The ref begins to count the use of the ropes…1….2….3…. Janel pulls herself up and steps off the ropes. Before backing off of her opponent entirely, the champ sends a hard, bare soled stomp to the back of Crimson’s head, gagging the superheroine once more, bouncing her off the rope and back to her back. Keeping the challenger to the canvas early on.
Mocking the crowd a bit, as the try to rally the superheroine from the canvas, Janel places her foot roughly on Crimson’s chest, receiving another cough of air expelled from the larger opponent’s lungs as she does. Flexing above her, Janel hisses to the crowd. “Look at your hero, now! This is what they do! They let you down!”
The ref drops down to count the cocky pin…
… ONE!....
...TWNOOOOO!...
Crimson rolls to her side, easily breaking the cocky pin, holding her chest, breathing a little heavy early on in this match. Janel reaches down, smirking, cocky despite the broken pin, and grabs Crimson’s hair, roughly pulling her to her feet.
Spinning her body as she holds Crimson’s wrist and hair, she lets go for an Irish whip, sending the superheroine into the ropes. Waiting for her return, Janel crouches slightly, then launches with a flash kick aimed straight for the masked woman’s face.
At the last moment, Crimson ducks, letting Janel’s foot catch nothing but air. Stumbling slightly on the landing, Janel starts to turn, in time to see Crimson returning from hitting the other set of ropes and leaping up, aiming her own boots square for Janel’s chest!
With a grunt, the champ hits the canvas and rolls over herself onto her stomach. Groaning, holding her chest. Crimson, up to all fours but still winded and not moving at top speed crawls to the downed champ and shoves her side hard, to put her on her back.
Crimson falls across Janel’s body and hooks the right leg, bringing it in closely as she rolls to her back across Janel’s chest, going for the pin. The ref drops down…
….ONE!....
Janel stirs, pulling her left knee up, planning her foot on the canvas.
….TWO!....
Janel lays still, takes a deep breath…
…THRNOOOOOOOO!......
Janel kicks out hard, pushing up with her left leg and using the momentum to lift her shoulder before the ref can slap three. Crimson is sitting up, pulling her own hair, slightly, in frustration as she breathes heavily, already beaded in sweat, partially from wearing the full body suit she’s become known for.
Crimson moves her hands from her hair to Manning’s ponytail and tugs the champ to her feet as she rises beside the former gymnast. Turning the Napoleon-sized titleholder to face her, the superheroine dips and scoops an arm between Manning’s muscular thighs, sending Janel up to her right shoulder. Surging forward a few steps, Crimson gets a little extra ‘ooomph’ behind a body slam into the canvas.
The Golden Mite arches her backbone in pain, hand reaching for the base of her spine before Crimson flattens her foe to the canvas with a stomping boot to Manning’s flawless, chiseled midriff. Skipping over the splayed champ, Crimson hops to the middle rope just beyond, grabbing the top cable. Springboarding in a graceful backflip, the challenger CRUSHES Janel’s rock-hard tummy with a perfect Lionsault, the THWACK of spandex-covered abs to rubber-coated abs leaving Manning the loser. She jackknifes around the impact, launching her body into a tenderized ‘V’ around the pressing frame of Crimson.
CD snatches both raised legs behind the knees and rolls Janel into a double-legged cradle, the crowd roaring along with the slaps of the canvas…ONE…TWO…THRNOO!
Again, Janel denies what her fellow mite Jenny Lewis could not, Manning escaping to keep her reign alive. Grimacing, one arm wrapping lightly around her bruised belly, Janel can’t hide the abuse her tummy has taken. When the vertically-challenged blonde grunts, noticeably keeping her aching abdomen turned away from the superheroine, a bell seems to ring for the masked wonder.
Turning a risen but stooped Janel toward her, Crimson adds to the anguish with a blistering toe kick to the navel, doubling over the faltering Manning. Frozen in place, Janel can do little as Crimson swings a scooping arm between the former gymnast’s abbreviated stems. This time the challenger ‘hups’ Janel onto her shoulders in a fireman’s carry and shows off her prize to the cheering throngs with a lap around the squared circle.
A couple pointed elbows to the temple from the furious Mite stagger Crimson, but before Janel can battle her way out of the predicament, the bigger blonde pops Janel off her shoulders and over her head. As Manning drops so does Crimson Dawn, the masked grappler falls to her back, knees pointed heavenward and she skewers the midriff of Janel with an aptly named gutbuster.
Manning rolls away breathlessly, gagging as she hugs her midriff. Meanwhile, Crimson kips to her feet and pumps a gloved fist to the FAWNatics who respond with lots o’ love for their heroine.
“Whadya say I finish off this half-pint hellraiser?” Crimson queries.
The crowd doesn’t have to be asked twice, roaring in the affirmative.
The challenger nods and tracks down a crawling Manning, Janel on all fours and headed out of town. Crimson grabs an ankle and drags the champ back to the middle for the final few panels of this comic book happy ending.
Crimson releases the champion’s leg, letting it drop to the canvas and steps over to Janel’s side. Dropping to her knees on the canvas, and placing both gloved hands on Janel’s right side, she rolls the champ over and reaches out, hooking Janel’s leg and rolling up, going for the pin once more…
….ONE!....
The crowd roaring its approval, chanting along with the count…
….TWO!...
Crimson grits her teeth and… The ref doesn’t even get a chance to lift the hand back up as Janel puts all her strength into wrenching her body, lifting her shoulder, showing her drive to keep the intercontinental title around her own waist.
Crimson is obviously frustrated, but bites her own lip before exhaling, keeping herself calm and centered, knowing it’s necessary if she wants to retrieve this championship. Her gloved hands gently pat Janel’s taught abs, as though to congratulate her on coming this far, before pushing to her boots and making her way to the ropes.
Climbing, facing the crowd, she spreads her arms wide as she gets to the top rope, signaling the crowd for her finisher, The Crimson Dawn. The crowd cheering wildly as Crimson bends her knees and leaps from the top rope…
But as Dawn is about to break across FAWN and present the organization’s landscape with its first superheroine champion, its current Intercontinental champion has other ideas. The stubborn, blackhearted pixie rolls clear of Crimson and CD finds nothing but empty canvas, her finisher blowing up in her face.
As the challenger bounces off the deck, rolling to a stop on her back, eyes half-lidded in pain; not far away, Manning is using the ropes to wearily pull her way up to her full 59 inches. She rattles her coconut to shake free of the cobwebs and gazes at the chirping Crimson.
“Sometimes, you people get rebooted,” Janel mumbles to herself and, by circumstance, the ref. “And now they’re going to have to find a new person for your part.”
Janel moves to her foe and grabs a wrist and a handful of Crimson’s flowing flaxen locks. She yanks the masked grappler to her feet and aims her at a far corner before Irish Whipping the challenger into the buckles, CD turning her back into the collision, the impact rocking the frame of the superheroine.
When Crimson Dawn remains upright, the former gymnast calls her play, racing directly at her foe. The diminutive athlete gains enough speed to race up Crimson’s form, delivering a stomping bare foot to Crimson’s jaw as the final step before a backflip puts her down directly in front of the dazed superheroine.
Tiger Wall Flip @ 00:34 ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=EEfT9OXzKYI ).
Not waiting for Crimson’s glassy eyes to clear, Janel jumps right back at CD, leaping those bare tootsies onto the front of Crimson’s thighs. The champ’s hands curl around the back of Crimson Dawn’s neck and Manning throws her weight in reverse, her legs and torso flying out behind her while she maintains her grip on Crimson’s head to SLAM her foe’s masked features into the deck with a monkey flip facebuster.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=BkKMQw70RFE ).
Crimson’s mask provides no protection as her mug is SPIKED into the deck. A delighted Manning takes time to do a set of three pushups before shoving her way to vertical and admiring her handiwork.
Janel motions for Crimson to get up, perhaps adding the words ‘your ass’ in between for emphasis and, with her never-say-die attitude, the superheroine does just that, if slowly and achingly.
When CD reaches vertical, Manning charges and puts on a display worthy of her Olympic background, making the “superheroine” look silly and overmatched with her spinning, twirling and ultimately mat-thumping La Mistica, Janel ending on the deck with Crimson, wrenching her foe’s left arm.
La Mistica @ 00:05 ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jt8qcOSEg-o )
If she’d held on for more than a half-dozen seconds, Manning might have forced a submission from the challenger, but the former gymnast releases, leaving a mewling writhing Crimson flipping to her back, cradling her injured wing.
Having risen, Janel lifts her arms high and wide, her perfect pearlies flashing, drawing the ire of the FAWNatics who can sense their desire for truth, justice and the Crimson way are about to be denied by a Perfect Ten.
Apparently reading their minds, Janel drags a beleaguered Crimson to her feet, wrapping both of the masked blonde’s arms in front of her foe’s throat from behind, creating the all too familiar straightjacket grip.
From there, Janel leaps into the air, sticking the knees of her tucked frame into the shoulderblades of the superheroine. Wrenching back, she RIPS Crimson Dawn off her unsteady feet and BLOWS out her lungs when the duo hit the canvas.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=vudL_Iwg35I ).
But Janel is only halfway to perfection. Holding onto Crimson’s wrists, she converts the impact to her straightjacket clutch.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=96v8dirB5qM ).
Yanking back on the brutal submission, choking Crimson with her own arms while testing the superheroine’s neck and back to their breaking points, Janel demands a submission from the so-called ‘force for good’. After a dozen seconds, Crimson, unable to tap, chirps out a pleading ‘yes’ to the champion, adding a whimpering “I quit”.
As the ref calls for the bell, Janel rises, still maintaining her grip. She places her bare right foot behind Crimson’s head, wriggles her toes in the golden mane for a moment, then curbstomps Crimson’s face into the mat, knocking CD’s senses free of her body. Face down and unconscious, Crimson is spared the ring announcer’s declaration.
“Your winner…and STILL Intercontinental Champion…Janel Manning!”
Manning rolls the insensate Crimson to her back with a shoveling foot and places her sole on Crimson’s face, grinding it for good measure for her Gladiatrix moment, arms high and wide, beaming smile.
“If a cartoon superhero can’t beat me, who can?” she shouts.
The crowd is not amused with the sassy Golden Mite and lets her know with another round of jeers.
The official tries to hand the gold and leather to the champion, but Manning demands he strap it around her waist. Getting it a bit too tight, Janel winces.
“LOOSEN,” she demands, a fit of pain in her voice, tummy still tender from Crimson’s abuse.
With the belt properly situated, she revels in the KOd Crimson, dragging her foot down the length of CD’s motionless frame before thumping a stomp into Crimson’s crotch that wakens the blonde with a yelp.
Leaving Crimson Dawn to consider her failure, Janel makes her exit in style, proving again she can do what Domi and Jenny cannot and more so proving she is an Intercontinental Champion to be doubted at your peril.