Post by alyadmirer on Jul 15, 2015 22:28:34 GMT
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall,” the announcer declares, “with a thirty minute time limit... and is for the FAWN Intercontinental championship! Introducing first, from Tacoma, Washington... She stands five feet six inches tall, and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty two pounds...”
Behind the curtain, the curvaceous brunette awaiting her cue can’t refrain from offering a grimace. Still had a couple of pounds to go, to work her way back down to her ideal fighting weight. But she was making progress...
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer resumes, “please welcome the Tacoma Titan... KRRRYYYSSSTTTAAALLL ERRRWWWAAAYYY!!!!!”
Krystal Erway...
Marcy Playground's "Coming Up from Behind" blasts over the speakers. A moment later, Krystal emerges to a rapturous ovation and the buxom brunette strides onto the ramp to a raucous reception--one that is not in the least bit dampened by the impossible to miss brace encasing and supporting the right knee that had very nearly brought an end to her career, just as it was at long last beginning to start. Krystal beams, delighted to have the crowd sounding thoroughly behind her tonight. Though she had made a less-than-triumphant return to pay per view action just a couple of months ago, for a crowd that had grown accustomed to waiting nearly a full year or more between Erway’s appearances, a hearty chorus of “WEL-COME BACK!” chants from the FAWNatics threatens to overwhelm her anthem.
The assembled fans certainly seem to approve of her, both for her demeanor as she slaps hands with the fans along the aisle on her way to ringside, and for the way the rising star fills out her lavender bikini top and matching hipster briefs, her wavy dark hair flowing behind her as she picks up speed.
Krystal rolls under the bottom rope, and then quickly hops to her feet, full bosom a-jiggle to the even further delight of the fans. And though she is still smiling and saluting the crowd, once in the ring, Erway is all business. After one brief sigil for the Krystal Contingent, Erway settles into her corner, clutching the top rope and stretching out her shapely form for tonight’s contest. It had to be said, after working the rust off with a few house show appearances and a statement victory over one-third of the reigning tag team champions, even with her injury issues, the challenger on paper couldn’t really be considered much of an underdog tonight.
Maybe this would be the evening Krystal Erway not only realized a dream, but actually SAVOR it...
Janel paces behind the curtain, the loud support for Erway echoing.
Janel Manning
A slap on her shoulder startles the former gymnast, Manning jumping, twisting, balled fists rising.
“What the hell do you want?” she asks, eyes sparkling as she readies for a pre-match scuffle.
Kylie Sanders...
“Hold up, short stuff. I come in peace,” her fellow champion says, raising a palm, the FAWN World Belt lying over her left shoulder as Janel’s slightly less gaudy IC hardware wraps around her waist. “I know you’re worried about her size,” Kylie continues.
“You don’t know shit, dip,” Manning informs.
“I know this and consider it free advice. Krystal chokes. It’s who she is. Run her ragged. Go to her knee. Keep your gold.”
“Why the hell are you helping me?”
Sanders holds an index finger vertically across her lips as she motions her head to the stirring guitar of The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus’ ‘You Better Pray’ is crashing over the arena.
(“YOU BETTER PRAY":
www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_WxsL5q3I4 )
“Just be happy I am.”
The diminutive, muscled former gymnast straightens noticeably, her cue to again defend gold given.
In the arena bowl, the disapproval of the assembled rains down even before the once upon a time lightweight champion is in view, the ring announcer’s pronouncement only drawing the decibels higher.
“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 the direction of Krystal and her geysers. Manning moves to the middle, unstraps her belt and raises it high with her left hand while brushing her right across her flawless abs. She asks for a microphone and plucks one from the air after a toss from a FAWN flunky.
“A little bird tells me you can’t win the big one, She-Hulk,” the Mite shouts at the Tacoma Titan.
“Big or little. It wouldn’t matter. I’d beat you the same way in the old North Gym of the Fieldhouse back home same as in front of all these ungrateful slobs. Like a rented mule.”
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.
It wasn't hard to figure out just what kind of bird had been twittering in Janel's ear. That notion was a bit rich, considering Kylie had owed her becoming tag team champion in the first place to the Geysers--not to mention the assistance she'd needed in defeating Erway a couple of months ago. But the brunette knew what Manning was trying to do: get in her head. Beneath that chirpy, cocky veneer, she HAD to be scared. If she had a brain in her head, she had to possess a little doubt.
Not that Hawkeyes were too bright, in her limited experience.
With the toll of the bell, Krystal saunters out of the corner, in no hurry to charge into tying up with the quicker woman. Instead, Erway is content to lay back as she circles, eyes glued on the Golden Mite, waiting to see what her first move might be--and react.
The chipmunk-cheeked champion circles out of her corner and is forced to backtrack into a semicircle the other way when the busty brunette doesn't join her. Manning isn't sure what to do with Krystal hunkered. "I know moose are a little bit sluggish," Janel chirps. "But aren't you in rutting season yet?" Manning flits by, taking a slap that misses by a yard, the diminutive titleholder staying out of range of any reprisal. "HELL-OH. Championship match. You want some. Come get...naw you don't." Janel moves close, like a squirrel looking for a handout, but well aware the park pedestrian could squash her. She sneaks in a slap to a Geyser before backpedaling quickly. "Where's your damn 'on' button?"
The FAWNatics let out a collective "Ooooooooooooh!" while the sound of Janel's palm swatting Krystal's bosom fades from the air. For her part, Krystal casts her gaze downward for a fleeting moment, and the sight of an ever-so-faint crimson imprint of her flesh, just above the lavender lycra... causes the corners of Erway's lips to curl upward. "Well, would you look at that?" the Tacoma Titan asks... before abruptly surging toward the Golden Mite, But as she closes in, Krystal lowers her head, looking to slip in behind and lock in a tight waistlock, offering three last words for Manning: "You found it."
As Erway slides to the side and around the ponytailed blonde, trying to apply a bearhug from behind, the Mite twists to avoid it, rotating to snatch Krystal's lowered noggin in a side headlock. "A-HA!" the former gymnast shouts. Manning leaps into the air to add to the "power" of her grinding headlock. She leans all her 59-inch, if muscular, frame into Krystal. "Ask her," Janel demands of the ref, trying to yank and twist Erway's braincase but actually moving it very little.
Most of the crowd might be boong at the moment, but those who chose to look at the FAWNtron rather than the ring are treated to an amusing sight as the signal there switches camera feeds. Framed almost perfectly is Manning cranking on her side headlock, eyes narrowed, her cheeks growing a light shade of red from her exertion... and a thoroughly unimpressed Tacoma Titan hunched over, arms hanging at her sides, glaring virtually directly into the camera as if she were a part of the most surreal episode of THE OFFICE ever! Suddenly, though, Krystal's arms rise, wrapping tightly around Janel's sculpted waist. With a small grunt, Erway begins to straighten, hoping to lift the ex-gymnast off her feet--and then deposit Manning rump first atop her brace-enforced knee with an atomic drop.
Janel is lifted to tiptoes simply trying to keep her grip around Erway's head so it takes precious little effort from Krystal to vault the former gymnast off the canvas. Janel's abbreviated stems fly high into the air in front of her, Manning bicycling them in an effort to return to terra firma of her own accord, but the Titan has a particular location in mind. The curvy brunette splits Janel's wickets when she genuflects, Erway's brace adding even more power to the 50-megaton Atomic Drop that sends Janel leaping and howling into the air. Manning manages to plant the landing, but pigeon-toed, her hands buried deep between her thighs, cute features etched in agony from the wave of pain emanating from below.
And, lacking her usual grace, the Golden Mite navigates a knock-kneed semicircle... which takes her right back to where she had started. With each step, Manning's normally powerful gams offer an increasingly visible shimmy--and Krystal's arms sweep out, again looking to engulf Janel in a tight embrace, this one she would use to drive the Intercontinental champion into the canvas via a belly to belly suplex.
(BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX @0:35:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=flcSVzdseTo )
Krystal pivots and whips the champ down in a snap belly-to-belly that THUMPS the pint-sized IC titleholder to the deck. Krystal scrambles for a pin, crawling after the rolling blonde. But Janel uses the momentum to work her way out under the bottom ropes. She manages to land bare feet to thinly padded cement and drunkenly stumbles to the barricade, leaning in with her back, throwing her arms over to keep herself somewhat elevated. Dimpled chin drooping to her chest, Janel tries to shake free a cobweb or two while she hears it from the inappreciative crowd behind her.
Inside the ring, Krystal drops down and rolls under the bottom rope--after all, Janel didn't have to return to the ring to keep that belt of hers. The Tacoma Titan had to get Manning back in the ring--but she had a few seconds to do it. Approaching the reeling champ, Erway reaches under Janel's arms and pulls the pint sized blonde away from the railing, but only by a few inches. With a vengeful smirk, the Tacoma Titan looks to extract a measure of payback, sending both her palms toward Janel's bosom, looking to send the Golden Mite back into the steel with a harsh shove.
But before the hands can hit home, Manning displays her skills, dropping to a set of splits to avoid the shove. She quickly rolls to her feet and tries to scoop up Krystal's left leg while doing so. But it's proving a difficult enterprise for the Golden Mite, Erway remaining grounded despite Janel's best efforts. Deciding she needs to provide a little more impetus, Manning raises her right foot and stomps it down on Krystal's left, but bare foot to boot doesn't seem to alter Krystal's decision her leg isn't going anywhere she doesn't want. Janel is however, as Erway grabs her foe by the shoulders and finally gets her shove in, the champ flying into the metal barrier, her backbone dissected by the steel. Janel yelps, her back arching in pain, hand reaching for the base of her backbone.
Grabbing a handful of golden ponytail, the Tacoma Titan drags a groaning Manning back toward the ring, slamming her forehead into the edge of the apron before shoving Janel back into the ring. As Krystal climbs onto the apron herself, the Golden Mite continues to tumble toward the center of the ring--possibly as a result of Erway's impetus, possibly a conscious attempt to put space between herself and the bigger, stronger brunette. The challenger doesn't seem particularly concerned as she slips through the ropes; indeed, Erway lingers alongside the rubber coated steel strands, watching and waiting for Janel to pick herself up. When she begins to, Krystal charges, cocking an elbow to BLAST into Manning's jaw... or possibly her forehead, considering the champ's stature.
( RUNNING ELBOW SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jHj6pOZwmwg )
Krystal rushes at the wobbly champion, loading up the forearm shiver as she barrels at the 4-foot-11 titleholder and unleashes. The impact draws a loud 'OOOOH' from the crowd as Erway forces Manning into some involuntary gymnastics, Janel sent through a violent backflip. The former gymnast lands on her face and chest such is the power of the strike, and there she lays unmoving.
Turning on one heel, Erway drops to her knees beside the sprawled Golden Mite and shoves the leveled blonde over to her back. As much as Janel looked to be knocked into next month by the running elbow, the Tacoma Titan does not go for a leisurely cover. No, the buxom brunette reaches to hook Manning's outside leg, the FAWNatics ready to embrace their newly crowned Intercontinental queen...
Janel is curled into an appropriately tiny ball by Erway, her muscular behind pointed to the rafters for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOO!
The former Olympian kicks her way out of the pinning predicament as if resuscitated by electric shock. Flopping onto her side, she mumbles incoherently, calling for help from the Icy Mite; Jenny Lewis of course nowhere to be found since their parting of the ways.
Krystal fixed the official with her best 'Are you frikkin' kidding me?' look, but it's all for show. No one who could manage to claim championship gold in FAWN would be finished off THAT easily, and Erway understood that only too well. Manning would need a bit more tenderizing... not that Erway had any problems with that. Pulling the woozy Golden Mite up to her feet, the Tacoma Titan sinks into a slight crouch--necessary to begin sliding her arms underneath Janel's, and to clinch in a tight full nelson.
Using Manning as her ragdoll, Krystal slides her arms under, up and around, lacing her fingers together behind Manning's neck. When the nelson cinches tight, the champ seems to awaken to the predicament. She flexes her shoulders, trying to break the grip, and while that might have earned some slack against a fellow Mite, it manages nothing against the busty brunette. Instead, Krystal lifts Janel off her bare feet by the full nelson, shaking Manning around from side to side, Janel's eyes growing wide and dulled as her senses are scrambled. Her toes reach for the canvas but can't find the deck.
"Don't worry, Janel," Krystal says softly into the Golden Mite's ear. "You may be mouthy, but you haven't REALLY pissed me off. So..."
The curvaceous challenger finally allows Manning's soles to touch down.
"... I'll finish you off easy. Even spare you the Geysers." Erway releases the nelson, but her arms don't exactly withdraw. Instead, they sneak lower, wrapping tightly around the champion's washboard midriff. So Kylie had seen fit to talk a little smack about her before the match? The Tacoma Titan pops her hips, preparing to launch Janel into the air and bridge back. If she could execute this even half as well as her former tag partner could, Manning's title reign would be Over and Done.
But once Janel has a split second, and with her feet planted, she shifts her bulbous tush back into Erway's pelvis. The first booty bump loosens Krystal's grip and the second one sets Manning free of the hug. Knowing she has to get on the move to get back in the match, Manning takes off for the ropes in front of her and hits the cables. She rebounds toward the waiting, if slightly doubled Erway and. showing her MO, manages to press down on the brunette's shoulders and leapfrog the dipping Krystal. Proceeding to the next sets of ropes, Janel rebounds again and dropkicks the right knee of the turning challenger. Krystal remains vertical if with a limp, wincing. She reaches for a rising Janel, but the Mite scrambles out of range and to the strands again where she races into another 180, leaping when she gets in range with a running crossbody to knock the Geysers down to size.
(RUNNING CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYTsxkVi124 )
Though in obvious discomfort, when she sees the Golden Mite take flight, Krystal raises her arms to accept Janel into her chest, catching the gymnast with considerable ease. But while CATCHING Manning doesn't prove to be a difficulty, the sudden addition of one hundred and seventeen pounds to her frame sends a BURST of pain through the Tacoma Titan's surgically reconstructed right knee. The joint buckles, and with a howl, Erway topples backward--Janel slamming down across her chest. The brunette's gams fly into the air, and Manning immediately hooks them, scoring the...
ONE...
TWO...
... but NOT THREE, Krystal kicking free from underneath the Golden Mite and rolling to her side, reaching to cradle her throbbing knee.
As if infused with a straight shot of adrenaline, Manning hops to her feet, takes a second to steady herself, the aftereffects of Krystal's offense slowing her for a moment, but then off to the races Janel takes. Manning sprints back to Erway and lowers a a snappy leg drop across the braced knee of the brunette. Rising and grabbing Erway by the right ankle, Janel lifts the leg high and forward flips, landing neatly into a tucked roll while stretching the ligaments of the same knee in a direction they are not meant to go. Quickly Janel returns to the downed Titan and drags her by the bad wheel within range of the nearest corner. Janel releases and hops to the bottom rope, lifting off for a moonsault toward Krystal's open midriff, one of a perfect trifecta if Janel had her way.
(MOONSAULT TRIFECTA @ 1:52
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LREyxW75zcY )
The abbreviated moonsault might not possess the full grace or the full impact of the traditional version, but it still connects with enough force to drive a loud gust of air past Krystal's lips. It also has the added benefit of providing its intended victim considerably less time to move out of the way, and considering the current state of Erway's knee, she needed all the time she could get to move at the moment. The Tacoma Titan gasps for air as Manning pops back to her feet--and, just as quickly, springs onto the middle turnbuckle. The Golden Mite launches herself into another beautiful moonsault, her belly once again 'THWAP'ing down across Krystal's, and knocking a louder gasp out of the Tacoma Titan.
While Krystal is obviously quite deflated by two textbook moonsault, Janel is not dissuaded from heading to the high rent district for a THIRD time--and she departs from it to similar results, Erway's body jacknifing around Manning's, her eyes bulging and her cheeks puffed out like a blowfish.
Perhaps surprisingly, Janel doesn't remain laid across the breathless brunette for an attempted three count. Instead, she heads for the buckles one more time, scaling to the top with a bouncy burst. This time Janel turns to face the sprawled huffing challenger and measures the cleft of the Geysers between a window made of thumbs and forefingers. "Tipped the cow, now zap it into senselessness," Janel grunts, the volume only enough for the official to hear. Manning leaps to the stratosphere in order to spin through a shooting star. Janel emerges with an elbow pointed directly between Erway's bounty, the champ hoping for a heartstopper.
(SHOOTING STAR ELBOW @ 00:30:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hb5edjH0TXM )
The Tacoma Titan has spent every second available to her refilling her lungs, but in the wake of Manning's trifecta, they remain at perhaps a shade over half capacity when the Golden Mite's pointed elbow impales her chest. As Janel rolls away from her landing, Erway is sent tumbling in the opposite direction, bringing the challenger up to her knees, her left arm swaddling her traumatized chest. But being on her knees prompts another piercing yelp from the Tacoma Titan, Krystal spilling onto her right hip and reaching her other arm toward her throbbing knee.
Manning continues to not give Erway a moment's rest. Snatching the bigger grappler by the head, the Golden Mite compels Krystal to her feet, Erway struggling to keep both boot soles beneath her. The bite-sized brat keeps Erway bent at the waist, tugging Krystal's head between her muscular thighs. She starts to underhook both arms. If Janel could maneuver Erway into place, a drop to her backside would follow, Janel's powerful if abbreviated stems inside those of the Titan, ready to press outward and work over Krystal's stems in a new way with her signature Iron Butterfly.
(IRON BUTTERFLY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtlnYqY7ZdI )
Those less than well-versed with the arsenal of the Golden Mite scoff at Manning's initial set-up, but when Janel throws things into reverse, it's no laughing matter for the Krystal Contingent. The diminutive blonde rocks to her back, lifting the Tacoma Titan off her feet, and from there Manning's legs--quite possibly the strongest parts of her--do the rest. Erway's ankles hooked by hers, Janel extends her gams in opposing directions--not much of a chore for a gymnast of her caliber. But for Krystal, her hamstrings instantly begin to scream in protest--and while those muscles might be the main target of Manning's Iron Butterfly, a hold like this does Erway's poor knee no favors.
"What do you say, Krystal?" the referee asks, prompting the dark haired challenger to shake her head as vigorously as she can in her current position. After all, what the hell ELSE could she do? Reaching the ropes wasn't an option, and suspended as she was, she had no ability to drag Janel closer to the cables. The best she could hope to do was shift her weight enough that Janel's shoulders were brought to the canvas--and even THAT was a longshot.
A longshot Janel prevents from hitting the target. However, Manning isn't in a defense of the lightweight title. Hers is the Intercontinental strap. Thus she has the considerably bigger Erway elevated. While Janel works the Butterfly's wings for as long as she can, the Golden Mite can't keep Krystal up long enough and finally has to relent. The ponytailed blonde heaves Erway to the side and rolls slowly to her feet, grimacing as she works out aches and pains from her lower limbs. The Titan to her credit works her way up nearly as fast as Manning, though there's a definite hitch in her giddyup. Still, she meets the advancing Janel with a shove that sends Manning backpedaling to the corner, where she catches herself. Almost immediately Janel bounces back toward the challenger, but the Titan seems at the ready, dipping to launch the former gymnast. Janel instantly counters into a spinning sweep around Krystal's frame, hoping to end in a scissors/armlock combo, her signature tilt-a-whirl Mite-o-pus.
( MITE-O-PUS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o1AAFsLqXZU )
Immediately sensing danger as Manning's scissors draws tight around her noggin, Krystal's arms immediately attempt to move out of Janel's reach. But as quickly as Erway's instincts had been triggered, the Golden Mite proves quicker, claiming the brunette's right wrist and cranking back on an armlock. Simultaneously, the sculpted blonde gives Krystal's skull an emphatic squeeze, and those joint fronts prove too much for Krystal's balking knee to cope with. Erway drops to her knees, then pitches forward, until her forehead comes to rest against the mat. Still, her right hand waves, even against Janel's tugs, attempting to show the ref that she is NOT ready to surrender.
Manning yanks and squeezes for all her 4-foot-11 frame can manage, the champion shouting at Krystal to give in and give up throughout. Finally realizing she can't make the curvy brunette surrender, Manning releases and drops behind the battered and bruised Titan. Capturing both wrists of Krystal's lifeless arms, Janel draws them across Erway's throat and forces her challenger up from her knees. The crowd, sensing a Perfect Ten, screams at Erway to counter before Janel can go airborne, tuck into a tight ball and blow out Krystal's considerable lungs before then rolling what would be left of the Tacoma Titan into a straightjacket camel clutch for the win.
(PREFECT 10:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vudL_Iwg35I FOLLOWE BY www.youtube.com/watch?v=96v8dirB5qM )
But had the crowd had the same look at Erway's dulled eyes as the referee had, they might have been better prepared for their disappointment. Pressing her knees in tight underneath the Tacoma Titan's shoulderblades, Janel gives a savage yank on Krystal's wrists as she thrusts her weight backwards. Even with a clearer head, one that hadn't spent the last few seconds being crushed like a watermelon between Manning's ridiculously strong thighs, a one-legged Tacoma Titan had little chance of keeping her moorings. The Golden Mite hits the canvas first, the force of her touchdown working its way through the champ's body and into Erway's, the juggy brunette letting out a strangled gasp as Manning nudges the challenger over to her belly.
Climbing into a straddle near the base of Krystal's spine, the blonde pixie reefs back on her foe's wrists, forcing Krystal's Geyser's to strain against the confines of her top. Remarkably, the garment proves up to the task of reigning them in, at least for the moment, even as the Golden Mite leans further and further back--bending Erway's spine ever more unnaturally. The brunette's feet kick at the mat, but she still refuses to croak out a surrender. Her arms jerk against Janel's shackling hands with all their remaining might, Manning momentarily going wide eyed as she feels her grip start to slip...
... but the blonde's fingers tighten again, before Erway can pull her hands free.
Janel uses her flexibility to draw herself further and further into a bridge, yanking the straightjacket back with her. Erway had already outlasted two of her moves. Janel is determined she is not going to survive a Perfect Ten. Manning's ponytail swooshes across the back of Krystal's legs as the champ tugs her foe's body into an incredible arc until finally the Geysers do slip free of their confinement, Erway bursting forth as she mewls and winces, Janel's chipmunk cheeks huffing and puffing as she fights to end the curvy brunette's night one way or another.
With the FAWNatic's attention, quite understandable, diverted topside, few on hand initially notice that the kicking of Krystal's feet is growing slower... and slower... until finally, the brunette's tootsies barely even patter at the canvas... and then, not even that. Even the referee is too transfixed by Erway's bared, heaving bosom for a couple of seconds... but then, with a shake of his head, he regains enough composure to ask, "Krystal? You there, Krystal?"
No answer.
"KRYSTAL?" the ref barks again. "SAY SOMETHING, OR I HAVE TO CALL IT..."
Silence.
"THAT'S IT!" the official shouts, turning and giving an urgent wave for the timekeeper to ring the bell.
Her arms cramping, Janel immediately releases her clutch and Erway's upper torso swings like it's on a spring. Her Geysers and face THWUMP into the canvas, not doing her lack of consciousness any favors whatsoever. The big brunette lies face down and motionless while Janel receives one final burst of energy from the tolling of the bell and scrambles to her feet. Manning immediately calls for her gold and leather. The ref strides to the ropes and receives it, carrying it back to the beaming Mite. Making the Golden in her moniker truthful once more, an elated Janel uses her bare foot to shovel over Krystal's deadweight, the Titan splayed on her back, Geysers again facing to the rafters to the crowd's delight. Janel plants her foot on the right, squishing her toes into the flesh while the announcer makes the result official. "Your winner and STILL Intercontinental Champion...JAAANNNEEELLL MAAANNNNNNIIINNNGGG!!!!!"
Janel pushes up to land her opposite foot atop Erway's left breast as if she's taking to an Olympic podium. Once balancing on the Geysers, she demands the ref lock the belt in place around her waist and raises her arms high. "Get used to it, bytches," she shouts. "Good as damn GOLD!"
Behind the curtain, the curvaceous brunette awaiting her cue can’t refrain from offering a grimace. Still had a couple of pounds to go, to work her way back down to her ideal fighting weight. But she was making progress...
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer resumes, “please welcome the Tacoma Titan... KRRRYYYSSSTTTAAALLL ERRRWWWAAAYYY!!!!!”
Krystal Erway...
Marcy Playground's "Coming Up from Behind" blasts over the speakers. A moment later, Krystal emerges to a rapturous ovation and the buxom brunette strides onto the ramp to a raucous reception--one that is not in the least bit dampened by the impossible to miss brace encasing and supporting the right knee that had very nearly brought an end to her career, just as it was at long last beginning to start. Krystal beams, delighted to have the crowd sounding thoroughly behind her tonight. Though she had made a less-than-triumphant return to pay per view action just a couple of months ago, for a crowd that had grown accustomed to waiting nearly a full year or more between Erway’s appearances, a hearty chorus of “WEL-COME BACK!” chants from the FAWNatics threatens to overwhelm her anthem.
The assembled fans certainly seem to approve of her, both for her demeanor as she slaps hands with the fans along the aisle on her way to ringside, and for the way the rising star fills out her lavender bikini top and matching hipster briefs, her wavy dark hair flowing behind her as she picks up speed.
Krystal rolls under the bottom rope, and then quickly hops to her feet, full bosom a-jiggle to the even further delight of the fans. And though she is still smiling and saluting the crowd, once in the ring, Erway is all business. After one brief sigil for the Krystal Contingent, Erway settles into her corner, clutching the top rope and stretching out her shapely form for tonight’s contest. It had to be said, after working the rust off with a few house show appearances and a statement victory over one-third of the reigning tag team champions, even with her injury issues, the challenger on paper couldn’t really be considered much of an underdog tonight.
Maybe this would be the evening Krystal Erway not only realized a dream, but actually SAVOR it...
Janel paces behind the curtain, the loud support for Erway echoing.
Janel Manning
A slap on her shoulder startles the former gymnast, Manning jumping, twisting, balled fists rising.
“What the hell do you want?” she asks, eyes sparkling as she readies for a pre-match scuffle.
Kylie Sanders...
“Hold up, short stuff. I come in peace,” her fellow champion says, raising a palm, the FAWN World Belt lying over her left shoulder as Janel’s slightly less gaudy IC hardware wraps around her waist. “I know you’re worried about her size,” Kylie continues.
“You don’t know shit, dip,” Manning informs.
“I know this and consider it free advice. Krystal chokes. It’s who she is. Run her ragged. Go to her knee. Keep your gold.”
“Why the hell are you helping me?”
Sanders holds an index finger vertically across her lips as she motions her head to the stirring guitar of The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus’ ‘You Better Pray’ is crashing over the arena.
(“YOU BETTER PRAY":
www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_WxsL5q3I4 )
“Just be happy I am.”
The diminutive, muscled former gymnast straightens noticeably, her cue to again defend gold given.
In the arena bowl, the disapproval of the assembled rains down even before the once upon a time lightweight champion is in view, the ring announcer’s pronouncement only drawing the decibels higher.
“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 the direction of Krystal and her geysers. Manning moves to the middle, unstraps her belt and raises it high with her left hand while brushing her right across her flawless abs. She asks for a microphone and plucks one from the air after a toss from a FAWN flunky.
“A little bird tells me you can’t win the big one, She-Hulk,” the Mite shouts at the Tacoma Titan.
“Big or little. It wouldn’t matter. I’d beat you the same way in the old North Gym of the Fieldhouse back home same as in front of all these ungrateful slobs. Like a rented mule.”
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.
It wasn't hard to figure out just what kind of bird had been twittering in Janel's ear. That notion was a bit rich, considering Kylie had owed her becoming tag team champion in the first place to the Geysers--not to mention the assistance she'd needed in defeating Erway a couple of months ago. But the brunette knew what Manning was trying to do: get in her head. Beneath that chirpy, cocky veneer, she HAD to be scared. If she had a brain in her head, she had to possess a little doubt.
Not that Hawkeyes were too bright, in her limited experience.
With the toll of the bell, Krystal saunters out of the corner, in no hurry to charge into tying up with the quicker woman. Instead, Erway is content to lay back as she circles, eyes glued on the Golden Mite, waiting to see what her first move might be--and react.
The chipmunk-cheeked champion circles out of her corner and is forced to backtrack into a semicircle the other way when the busty brunette doesn't join her. Manning isn't sure what to do with Krystal hunkered. "I know moose are a little bit sluggish," Janel chirps. "But aren't you in rutting season yet?" Manning flits by, taking a slap that misses by a yard, the diminutive titleholder staying out of range of any reprisal. "HELL-OH. Championship match. You want some. Come get...naw you don't." Janel moves close, like a squirrel looking for a handout, but well aware the park pedestrian could squash her. She sneaks in a slap to a Geyser before backpedaling quickly. "Where's your damn 'on' button?"
The FAWNatics let out a collective "Ooooooooooooh!" while the sound of Janel's palm swatting Krystal's bosom fades from the air. For her part, Krystal casts her gaze downward for a fleeting moment, and the sight of an ever-so-faint crimson imprint of her flesh, just above the lavender lycra... causes the corners of Erway's lips to curl upward. "Well, would you look at that?" the Tacoma Titan asks... before abruptly surging toward the Golden Mite, But as she closes in, Krystal lowers her head, looking to slip in behind and lock in a tight waistlock, offering three last words for Manning: "You found it."
As Erway slides to the side and around the ponytailed blonde, trying to apply a bearhug from behind, the Mite twists to avoid it, rotating to snatch Krystal's lowered noggin in a side headlock. "A-HA!" the former gymnast shouts. Manning leaps into the air to add to the "power" of her grinding headlock. She leans all her 59-inch, if muscular, frame into Krystal. "Ask her," Janel demands of the ref, trying to yank and twist Erway's braincase but actually moving it very little.
Most of the crowd might be boong at the moment, but those who chose to look at the FAWNtron rather than the ring are treated to an amusing sight as the signal there switches camera feeds. Framed almost perfectly is Manning cranking on her side headlock, eyes narrowed, her cheeks growing a light shade of red from her exertion... and a thoroughly unimpressed Tacoma Titan hunched over, arms hanging at her sides, glaring virtually directly into the camera as if she were a part of the most surreal episode of THE OFFICE ever! Suddenly, though, Krystal's arms rise, wrapping tightly around Janel's sculpted waist. With a small grunt, Erway begins to straighten, hoping to lift the ex-gymnast off her feet--and then deposit Manning rump first atop her brace-enforced knee with an atomic drop.
Janel is lifted to tiptoes simply trying to keep her grip around Erway's head so it takes precious little effort from Krystal to vault the former gymnast off the canvas. Janel's abbreviated stems fly high into the air in front of her, Manning bicycling them in an effort to return to terra firma of her own accord, but the Titan has a particular location in mind. The curvy brunette splits Janel's wickets when she genuflects, Erway's brace adding even more power to the 50-megaton Atomic Drop that sends Janel leaping and howling into the air. Manning manages to plant the landing, but pigeon-toed, her hands buried deep between her thighs, cute features etched in agony from the wave of pain emanating from below.
And, lacking her usual grace, the Golden Mite navigates a knock-kneed semicircle... which takes her right back to where she had started. With each step, Manning's normally powerful gams offer an increasingly visible shimmy--and Krystal's arms sweep out, again looking to engulf Janel in a tight embrace, this one she would use to drive the Intercontinental champion into the canvas via a belly to belly suplex.
(BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX @0:35:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=flcSVzdseTo )
Krystal pivots and whips the champ down in a snap belly-to-belly that THUMPS the pint-sized IC titleholder to the deck. Krystal scrambles for a pin, crawling after the rolling blonde. But Janel uses the momentum to work her way out under the bottom ropes. She manages to land bare feet to thinly padded cement and drunkenly stumbles to the barricade, leaning in with her back, throwing her arms over to keep herself somewhat elevated. Dimpled chin drooping to her chest, Janel tries to shake free a cobweb or two while she hears it from the inappreciative crowd behind her.
Inside the ring, Krystal drops down and rolls under the bottom rope--after all, Janel didn't have to return to the ring to keep that belt of hers. The Tacoma Titan had to get Manning back in the ring--but she had a few seconds to do it. Approaching the reeling champ, Erway reaches under Janel's arms and pulls the pint sized blonde away from the railing, but only by a few inches. With a vengeful smirk, the Tacoma Titan looks to extract a measure of payback, sending both her palms toward Janel's bosom, looking to send the Golden Mite back into the steel with a harsh shove.
But before the hands can hit home, Manning displays her skills, dropping to a set of splits to avoid the shove. She quickly rolls to her feet and tries to scoop up Krystal's left leg while doing so. But it's proving a difficult enterprise for the Golden Mite, Erway remaining grounded despite Janel's best efforts. Deciding she needs to provide a little more impetus, Manning raises her right foot and stomps it down on Krystal's left, but bare foot to boot doesn't seem to alter Krystal's decision her leg isn't going anywhere she doesn't want. Janel is however, as Erway grabs her foe by the shoulders and finally gets her shove in, the champ flying into the metal barrier, her backbone dissected by the steel. Janel yelps, her back arching in pain, hand reaching for the base of her backbone.
Grabbing a handful of golden ponytail, the Tacoma Titan drags a groaning Manning back toward the ring, slamming her forehead into the edge of the apron before shoving Janel back into the ring. As Krystal climbs onto the apron herself, the Golden Mite continues to tumble toward the center of the ring--possibly as a result of Erway's impetus, possibly a conscious attempt to put space between herself and the bigger, stronger brunette. The challenger doesn't seem particularly concerned as she slips through the ropes; indeed, Erway lingers alongside the rubber coated steel strands, watching and waiting for Janel to pick herself up. When she begins to, Krystal charges, cocking an elbow to BLAST into Manning's jaw... or possibly her forehead, considering the champ's stature.
( RUNNING ELBOW SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jHj6pOZwmwg )
Krystal rushes at the wobbly champion, loading up the forearm shiver as she barrels at the 4-foot-11 titleholder and unleashes. The impact draws a loud 'OOOOH' from the crowd as Erway forces Manning into some involuntary gymnastics, Janel sent through a violent backflip. The former gymnast lands on her face and chest such is the power of the strike, and there she lays unmoving.
Turning on one heel, Erway drops to her knees beside the sprawled Golden Mite and shoves the leveled blonde over to her back. As much as Janel looked to be knocked into next month by the running elbow, the Tacoma Titan does not go for a leisurely cover. No, the buxom brunette reaches to hook Manning's outside leg, the FAWNatics ready to embrace their newly crowned Intercontinental queen...
Janel is curled into an appropriately tiny ball by Erway, her muscular behind pointed to the rafters for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOO!
The former Olympian kicks her way out of the pinning predicament as if resuscitated by electric shock. Flopping onto her side, she mumbles incoherently, calling for help from the Icy Mite; Jenny Lewis of course nowhere to be found since their parting of the ways.
Krystal fixed the official with her best 'Are you frikkin' kidding me?' look, but it's all for show. No one who could manage to claim championship gold in FAWN would be finished off THAT easily, and Erway understood that only too well. Manning would need a bit more tenderizing... not that Erway had any problems with that. Pulling the woozy Golden Mite up to her feet, the Tacoma Titan sinks into a slight crouch--necessary to begin sliding her arms underneath Janel's, and to clinch in a tight full nelson.
Using Manning as her ragdoll, Krystal slides her arms under, up and around, lacing her fingers together behind Manning's neck. When the nelson cinches tight, the champ seems to awaken to the predicament. She flexes her shoulders, trying to break the grip, and while that might have earned some slack against a fellow Mite, it manages nothing against the busty brunette. Instead, Krystal lifts Janel off her bare feet by the full nelson, shaking Manning around from side to side, Janel's eyes growing wide and dulled as her senses are scrambled. Her toes reach for the canvas but can't find the deck.
"Don't worry, Janel," Krystal says softly into the Golden Mite's ear. "You may be mouthy, but you haven't REALLY pissed me off. So..."
The curvaceous challenger finally allows Manning's soles to touch down.
"... I'll finish you off easy. Even spare you the Geysers." Erway releases the nelson, but her arms don't exactly withdraw. Instead, they sneak lower, wrapping tightly around the champion's washboard midriff. So Kylie had seen fit to talk a little smack about her before the match? The Tacoma Titan pops her hips, preparing to launch Janel into the air and bridge back. If she could execute this even half as well as her former tag partner could, Manning's title reign would be Over and Done.
But once Janel has a split second, and with her feet planted, she shifts her bulbous tush back into Erway's pelvis. The first booty bump loosens Krystal's grip and the second one sets Manning free of the hug. Knowing she has to get on the move to get back in the match, Manning takes off for the ropes in front of her and hits the cables. She rebounds toward the waiting, if slightly doubled Erway and. showing her MO, manages to press down on the brunette's shoulders and leapfrog the dipping Krystal. Proceeding to the next sets of ropes, Janel rebounds again and dropkicks the right knee of the turning challenger. Krystal remains vertical if with a limp, wincing. She reaches for a rising Janel, but the Mite scrambles out of range and to the strands again where she races into another 180, leaping when she gets in range with a running crossbody to knock the Geysers down to size.
(RUNNING CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYTsxkVi124 )
Though in obvious discomfort, when she sees the Golden Mite take flight, Krystal raises her arms to accept Janel into her chest, catching the gymnast with considerable ease. But while CATCHING Manning doesn't prove to be a difficulty, the sudden addition of one hundred and seventeen pounds to her frame sends a BURST of pain through the Tacoma Titan's surgically reconstructed right knee. The joint buckles, and with a howl, Erway topples backward--Janel slamming down across her chest. The brunette's gams fly into the air, and Manning immediately hooks them, scoring the...
ONE...
TWO...
... but NOT THREE, Krystal kicking free from underneath the Golden Mite and rolling to her side, reaching to cradle her throbbing knee.
As if infused with a straight shot of adrenaline, Manning hops to her feet, takes a second to steady herself, the aftereffects of Krystal's offense slowing her for a moment, but then off to the races Janel takes. Manning sprints back to Erway and lowers a a snappy leg drop across the braced knee of the brunette. Rising and grabbing Erway by the right ankle, Janel lifts the leg high and forward flips, landing neatly into a tucked roll while stretching the ligaments of the same knee in a direction they are not meant to go. Quickly Janel returns to the downed Titan and drags her by the bad wheel within range of the nearest corner. Janel releases and hops to the bottom rope, lifting off for a moonsault toward Krystal's open midriff, one of a perfect trifecta if Janel had her way.
(MOONSAULT TRIFECTA @ 1:52
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LREyxW75zcY )
The abbreviated moonsault might not possess the full grace or the full impact of the traditional version, but it still connects with enough force to drive a loud gust of air past Krystal's lips. It also has the added benefit of providing its intended victim considerably less time to move out of the way, and considering the current state of Erway's knee, she needed all the time she could get to move at the moment. The Tacoma Titan gasps for air as Manning pops back to her feet--and, just as quickly, springs onto the middle turnbuckle. The Golden Mite launches herself into another beautiful moonsault, her belly once again 'THWAP'ing down across Krystal's, and knocking a louder gasp out of the Tacoma Titan.
While Krystal is obviously quite deflated by two textbook moonsault, Janel is not dissuaded from heading to the high rent district for a THIRD time--and she departs from it to similar results, Erway's body jacknifing around Manning's, her eyes bulging and her cheeks puffed out like a blowfish.
Perhaps surprisingly, Janel doesn't remain laid across the breathless brunette for an attempted three count. Instead, she heads for the buckles one more time, scaling to the top with a bouncy burst. This time Janel turns to face the sprawled huffing challenger and measures the cleft of the Geysers between a window made of thumbs and forefingers. "Tipped the cow, now zap it into senselessness," Janel grunts, the volume only enough for the official to hear. Manning leaps to the stratosphere in order to spin through a shooting star. Janel emerges with an elbow pointed directly between Erway's bounty, the champ hoping for a heartstopper.
(SHOOTING STAR ELBOW @ 00:30:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hb5edjH0TXM )
The Tacoma Titan has spent every second available to her refilling her lungs, but in the wake of Manning's trifecta, they remain at perhaps a shade over half capacity when the Golden Mite's pointed elbow impales her chest. As Janel rolls away from her landing, Erway is sent tumbling in the opposite direction, bringing the challenger up to her knees, her left arm swaddling her traumatized chest. But being on her knees prompts another piercing yelp from the Tacoma Titan, Krystal spilling onto her right hip and reaching her other arm toward her throbbing knee.
Manning continues to not give Erway a moment's rest. Snatching the bigger grappler by the head, the Golden Mite compels Krystal to her feet, Erway struggling to keep both boot soles beneath her. The bite-sized brat keeps Erway bent at the waist, tugging Krystal's head between her muscular thighs. She starts to underhook both arms. If Janel could maneuver Erway into place, a drop to her backside would follow, Janel's powerful if abbreviated stems inside those of the Titan, ready to press outward and work over Krystal's stems in a new way with her signature Iron Butterfly.
(IRON BUTTERFLY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtlnYqY7ZdI )
Those less than well-versed with the arsenal of the Golden Mite scoff at Manning's initial set-up, but when Janel throws things into reverse, it's no laughing matter for the Krystal Contingent. The diminutive blonde rocks to her back, lifting the Tacoma Titan off her feet, and from there Manning's legs--quite possibly the strongest parts of her--do the rest. Erway's ankles hooked by hers, Janel extends her gams in opposing directions--not much of a chore for a gymnast of her caliber. But for Krystal, her hamstrings instantly begin to scream in protest--and while those muscles might be the main target of Manning's Iron Butterfly, a hold like this does Erway's poor knee no favors.
"What do you say, Krystal?" the referee asks, prompting the dark haired challenger to shake her head as vigorously as she can in her current position. After all, what the hell ELSE could she do? Reaching the ropes wasn't an option, and suspended as she was, she had no ability to drag Janel closer to the cables. The best she could hope to do was shift her weight enough that Janel's shoulders were brought to the canvas--and even THAT was a longshot.
A longshot Janel prevents from hitting the target. However, Manning isn't in a defense of the lightweight title. Hers is the Intercontinental strap. Thus she has the considerably bigger Erway elevated. While Janel works the Butterfly's wings for as long as she can, the Golden Mite can't keep Krystal up long enough and finally has to relent. The ponytailed blonde heaves Erway to the side and rolls slowly to her feet, grimacing as she works out aches and pains from her lower limbs. The Titan to her credit works her way up nearly as fast as Manning, though there's a definite hitch in her giddyup. Still, she meets the advancing Janel with a shove that sends Manning backpedaling to the corner, where she catches herself. Almost immediately Janel bounces back toward the challenger, but the Titan seems at the ready, dipping to launch the former gymnast. Janel instantly counters into a spinning sweep around Krystal's frame, hoping to end in a scissors/armlock combo, her signature tilt-a-whirl Mite-o-pus.
( MITE-O-PUS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o1AAFsLqXZU )
Immediately sensing danger as Manning's scissors draws tight around her noggin, Krystal's arms immediately attempt to move out of Janel's reach. But as quickly as Erway's instincts had been triggered, the Golden Mite proves quicker, claiming the brunette's right wrist and cranking back on an armlock. Simultaneously, the sculpted blonde gives Krystal's skull an emphatic squeeze, and those joint fronts prove too much for Krystal's balking knee to cope with. Erway drops to her knees, then pitches forward, until her forehead comes to rest against the mat. Still, her right hand waves, even against Janel's tugs, attempting to show the ref that she is NOT ready to surrender.
Manning yanks and squeezes for all her 4-foot-11 frame can manage, the champion shouting at Krystal to give in and give up throughout. Finally realizing she can't make the curvy brunette surrender, Manning releases and drops behind the battered and bruised Titan. Capturing both wrists of Krystal's lifeless arms, Janel draws them across Erway's throat and forces her challenger up from her knees. The crowd, sensing a Perfect Ten, screams at Erway to counter before Janel can go airborne, tuck into a tight ball and blow out Krystal's considerable lungs before then rolling what would be left of the Tacoma Titan into a straightjacket camel clutch for the win.
(PREFECT 10:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vudL_Iwg35I FOLLOWE BY www.youtube.com/watch?v=96v8dirB5qM )
But had the crowd had the same look at Erway's dulled eyes as the referee had, they might have been better prepared for their disappointment. Pressing her knees in tight underneath the Tacoma Titan's shoulderblades, Janel gives a savage yank on Krystal's wrists as she thrusts her weight backwards. Even with a clearer head, one that hadn't spent the last few seconds being crushed like a watermelon between Manning's ridiculously strong thighs, a one-legged Tacoma Titan had little chance of keeping her moorings. The Golden Mite hits the canvas first, the force of her touchdown working its way through the champ's body and into Erway's, the juggy brunette letting out a strangled gasp as Manning nudges the challenger over to her belly.
Climbing into a straddle near the base of Krystal's spine, the blonde pixie reefs back on her foe's wrists, forcing Krystal's Geyser's to strain against the confines of her top. Remarkably, the garment proves up to the task of reigning them in, at least for the moment, even as the Golden Mite leans further and further back--bending Erway's spine ever more unnaturally. The brunette's feet kick at the mat, but she still refuses to croak out a surrender. Her arms jerk against Janel's shackling hands with all their remaining might, Manning momentarily going wide eyed as she feels her grip start to slip...
... but the blonde's fingers tighten again, before Erway can pull her hands free.
Janel uses her flexibility to draw herself further and further into a bridge, yanking the straightjacket back with her. Erway had already outlasted two of her moves. Janel is determined she is not going to survive a Perfect Ten. Manning's ponytail swooshes across the back of Krystal's legs as the champ tugs her foe's body into an incredible arc until finally the Geysers do slip free of their confinement, Erway bursting forth as she mewls and winces, Janel's chipmunk cheeks huffing and puffing as she fights to end the curvy brunette's night one way or another.
With the FAWNatic's attention, quite understandable, diverted topside, few on hand initially notice that the kicking of Krystal's feet is growing slower... and slower... until finally, the brunette's tootsies barely even patter at the canvas... and then, not even that. Even the referee is too transfixed by Erway's bared, heaving bosom for a couple of seconds... but then, with a shake of his head, he regains enough composure to ask, "Krystal? You there, Krystal?"
No answer.
"KRYSTAL?" the ref barks again. "SAY SOMETHING, OR I HAVE TO CALL IT..."
Silence.
"THAT'S IT!" the official shouts, turning and giving an urgent wave for the timekeeper to ring the bell.
Her arms cramping, Janel immediately releases her clutch and Erway's upper torso swings like it's on a spring. Her Geysers and face THWUMP into the canvas, not doing her lack of consciousness any favors whatsoever. The big brunette lies face down and motionless while Janel receives one final burst of energy from the tolling of the bell and scrambles to her feet. Manning immediately calls for her gold and leather. The ref strides to the ropes and receives it, carrying it back to the beaming Mite. Making the Golden in her moniker truthful once more, an elated Janel uses her bare foot to shovel over Krystal's deadweight, the Titan splayed on her back, Geysers again facing to the rafters to the crowd's delight. Janel plants her foot on the right, squishing her toes into the flesh while the announcer makes the result official. "Your winner and STILL Intercontinental Champion...JAAANNNEEELLL MAAANNNNNNIIINNNGGG!!!!!"
Janel pushes up to land her opposite foot atop Erway's left breast as if she's taking to an Olympic podium. Once balancing on the Geysers, she demands the ref lock the belt in place around her waist and raises her arms high. "Get used to it, bytches," she shouts. "Good as damn GOLD!"