Post by alyadmirer on Dec 7, 2015 0:15:02 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and the winner will earn the right to face Sydney Deschain at Season’s Beatings! Introducing first, hailing from Antonio Bay, California, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred twenty seven pounds. She is the Innovator of Offense, the NorCal Sensation, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds… JENNY JACOBS!
JENNY JACOBS:
Cheers from the front row all the to the nosebleed seats when ‘Jenny Says’ hit the speakers. Bursting through the curtain in time with the first chorus, Jacobs raised both hands in Double J’s which were returned a thousandfold. “I HOPE YOU PEOPLE ARE READY FOR A FIGHT BECAUSE I BROUGHT MY WHOLE ARSENAL WITH ME!” The crowd was very much ready for just such an occurrence and they replied accordingly. Satisfied, Jacobs stormed down the ramp.
For this, arguably the most important bout since her return in September, the blonde bombshell wore the star-spangled version of her usual indigo briefs, as well as a matching halter-style top that featured equally celestial cups held together by a small metal buckle in the shape of a star. Her boots and pads were still the same crisp white and her hair still curled in a sleek golden bob that fell to just below her ears. Almost to the ring, Jacobs put on the brakes to scope out a sign that read:
WATCH YOUR BACK, JEN!
THERE’S A GREAT WHITE SNARK HEADED YOUR WAY!
“There’s going to be a lot more than snark thrown around the next time Maddy and I share a ring. Or a zip code. Believe me.” Snuffing that bright flare of anger with a single snort, she sprinted the rest of the way down the aisle and bounded to her feet as soon as she’d cleared the bottom rope. Offering her wrists and knees to head referee Nick Castle as soon as she reached her feet, Jacobs thanked him with a smile before heading to her corner. The wait between the end of her music and the start of Lenore’s was mere seconds, yet to Jenny it seemed interminable. This wasn’t for a title or even a number one contendership but it still felt more important than any other match in the last year and a half.
The Announcer finally raised his mic, allowing Jenny to breathe again. “And introducing her opponent, representing the Black Court, hailing from Glen Echo Michigan, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-one pounds. They call her the Raven… LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
Kula Shaker’s ‘Hush’ hit the speakers and a great deal of handmade ’Ravens’ went up, their number having grown even more numerous after her star-making performance against Olivia Dare at ’Mania. These as of yet unnamed supporters cheered aloud when the Fair & Radiant Maiden flitted into view shortly thereafter. For a moment Lemarchand was as stone-faced as ever, but then her lips curled in a slyly appreciative smile as she hooked her thumbs together and raised a Raven of her own before pulling it apart and heading down the aisle.
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
For what was only her second time ever appearing in a Main Event on a major show, Lenore wore sporty bikini bottoms hued in a purplish-black and emblazoned with a faint design that careful inspection revealed to be feathers. Her top was halter style, with the color and pattern matching her briefs. Elbow and kneepads were matte black, the latter still obscured by loose, bell-flared 'leggings' that started just south of mid-thigh and dropped to ankle length. Those leggings were also black and featured a stylized version of Lemarchand’s raven insignia done in stark white. Her look was finished with shiny black boots and purple wrist tape that matched her togs.
Eyes trained on the woman staring her down from a far corner of the squared circle, Lenore would’ve missed the sign completely if the holder had raised it a heartbeat later. Beneath a remarkably well drawn study of the woman in question reading a large volume of Poe, the following was inscribed:
The Thinking Man’s Bad Girl
The Raven offered him a look that was equal parts flattered and irritated. “Allard, I’m gonna kill you for making that a thing.” Still smiling, she rounded on her heels and raced to the steel steps, which she took in a single bound. Clearing the top rope just as quickly, Emily’s Lady in Waiting went to the middle of the ring and… raised the Double J’s? Surprise turned to understanding when Lenore transformed Jenny’s sigil into her own and let it hang over her head until the official murmured her to the opposite corner for final inspection.
When the Innovator first met the Raven they’d been on opposite sides of a tag match, the partners of Eve Choldstone and Candice Akeley respectively. Back then they’d both been fighting to carve a niche on the roster. Now, three short years later, Jenny Jacobs was the longest running Intercontinental Champion in FAWN history and Lenore Lemarchand had amassed a string of victories that often had her name mentioned in relation to potential IC or even World Title contenders. Perhaps more importantly, they were two extremely talented women contending for the single hottest open contract in the promotion.
Dead set on reversing what was (for her at least) a galling skid, Jenny came off the buckles as soon as the bell sounded. In what many of the Jacobites considered a dangerous move, she went straight at the Fair & Radiant Maiden (who’d also wasted no time exiting her corner) and offered her hand. “Thank you, Lenore.” she said when the brunette returned the gesture after only a brief hesitation. “No matter how this turns out, thanks for the opportunity.”
“That’s defeatist talk, Jenny.” Lemarchand smiled as she broke away and started to circle. “You want to thank me properly? Wrestle like you think you’re going to win. It’ll be that much sweeter when I beat you.”
Jenny flashed a fiery, competitive grin of her own. She couldn’t quite believe it, but she thought she was about to get a clean wrestling match outta Lenore Lemarchand, of all people. “Think?” she chided. “Baby, I KNOW I’m gonna win. And you will too, just as soon as we lock han--”
Lenore swept the smaller woman into a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up, laid out on left side and sent Jacobs tumbling across the mat with a perfect Arm Drag. Jenny popped up just as easily. “Quick to let go, Lenore. Afraid I’m stronger?”
“Afraid I’m faster?”
Blonde and brunette walked each other down, circled, then clenched again, a little more emphatically than before. They pushed and shoved against the other for a few seconds, more than enough both women to realize they were extremely well matched in terms of strength. That meant technique would play a pivotal role, which was more than fine with Jacobs. Twisting her left hip into the taller grappler’s tummy, Jenny pulled Lenore’s left arm over her shoulder and dropped to the mat to toss Lemarchand over with an Arm Drag of her own. More important, she trapped the brunette’s wing in her left armpit and put her free hand on Lenore’s shoulder to secure a real simple Armbar.
Braced on one knee, Jenny wedged her flat knee against the side of her brunette’s face and pressed down even as she tugged on the Armbar. “Wanna give?” her tone was pure tease.
Lenore didn’t answer her, though she did waggle a finger at the official to keep him from asking the same dumb question. After a few moments taken to better suss out the situation, Lemarchand twisted out from under Jenny’s knee, made it to one knee and wedged her free hand against the blonde’s chin. “Wanna give?” the Raven pinched Jenny’s nose ever so slightly.
Neither had any intention of surrendering when there was such a prize on the line, so it was no surprise when they struggled to boot leather with their respective attacks in place. While the twinge in her shoulder was far from pleasant, Lenore’s control over Jenny’s chin made it easier for her to direct the NorCal Sensation backward into the nearest set of buckles. Tummying up on Jacobs to keep her from sidling clear (and as a suble reminder of just what sort of strength resided in her core) Lemarchand hooked a foot over the bottom rope and said, “Let go of my arm, Jenny.”
Jacobs threaded her foot over the bottom rope on the other side and replied, “Get your hand out of my face, Lenore.”
Nick Castle strode over and tapped their shoulders. “Let go and raise your hands. I want a clean break from both of you.”
Jacobs and Lemarchand nodded to one another, a silent agreement to follow the official’s requests… for now. Releasing their respective grips, Jenny and Lenore raised their hands to shoulder level, the former waiting while the latter took a few steps ba--” Jacobs exploded from the corner, her right arm drawn back for a stiff Forearm Sma-THUMP!’ Lemarchand brought her own forearms together to create a sturdy guard that absorbed the worst of her opponent’s attack. Answering the charge with a quick open-handed slap, Emily’s Lady in Waiting laced her hands behind Jacobs’s neck, hopped into the air and stuffed her feet against the planes of opposing thighs. In the next breath she rolled onto her back and pistoned her legs out full force to send the Innovator soaring up n’ over with a gorgeous Monkey Fli--”OOOOHHHH!’
A happy cheer rose from the Jacobites as Jenny corrected in mid-air to land on her feet instead of flat on her face. Whirling around the instant she touched down, she stepped up to the rising Raven and held the Double J’s an inch from her nose. “Bring it, honey!”
Lenore did just that, in the form of a heavy two-handed shove that ‘smecked’ against Jacobs’s tits. The distance created wasn’t much, but it proved more than enough for the brunette to charge and lash out with her right leg for a Yakuza Kic-- MORE cheers when Jenny dropped backward into a Matrix-worthy bridge to avoid the strike. Recovering a half tick quicker than the Black Courtier, Jacobs CRAAACKED Lenore with stiff smack of her own, then snapped off a high vertical leap and threaded her legs around opposing noggin. Ankles locked, she popped her hips and flipped Lemarchand onto her back with a textbook Hurricanrana. Lenore’s legs didn’t pop up on impact, she Jenny leaned forward and put her hands on her knees to put as much weight on Lenore’s shoulders as possible. Swooping in beside the action, Castle smacked the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
Lemarchand planted her feet, slid out from under the blonde’s straddle and rose up in a sinuous arc that rivaled Jenny’s clever bridge. While this escape offered the perfect opportunity to kick a divot in the back of the Innovator’s head, Lenore was still very much in the ‘one-upmanship’ stage of this match so she hooked her thumbs together and stuffed a Raven into Jenny’s face as soon as the blonde scrambled to her feet. “Bring better, princesSSSNNNNGGGGHH!”
Jenny dropped into a crouch, hooked her arms behind Lenore’s knees and yanked them out from under. The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds somersaulted over as soon as Lemarchand touched down, folding her into a perfect Jackknife Cradle for…
ONE…
TWO…
Lenore wrapped her arms around the blonde’s midsection and squeezed hard enough to free her legs, which broke the pin with a full second to spare. Waistlock still in place, the Fair & Radiant Maiden bridged up, which forced Jenny to do the same. Just shy of full verticality the pair of grapplers twisted away from one another, although they did so with their arms linked so that they ended up standing back to back. Quick to take advantage of her height, Lemarchand drilled the curve of her butt into the small of Jenny’s back, then dropped to her knees and stacked the Innovator on her shoulders for…
ONE…
TWO…
Jenny twisted clear of the pin but couldn’t get clear of the Courtier’s clutches. Pushing against her foe’s back for leverage, blonde and brunette rose as they had before, with Lenore again smashing her rump into Jenny’s lower back. But when she tried to take Jacobs down the NorCal Sensation pushed off and tumbled up n’ over her foe’s back to land in front of the startled battler. THWHAP! Jenny pounded the broad side of her thigh across Lemarchand’s tummy, doubling her over.
“Beat this, birdy.”
JJ put her hands on the taller wrestler’s hips and hopped into a seat upon Lenore’s shoulders. Legs hooked under Lemarchand’s arms, Jenny raised the J’s, then snapped herself through opposing gams to THWHUMP Lenore down flat as victim of the Yoshi Tonic. Folded in half by the acrobatic maneuver, the brunette’s legs bicycled wildly through…
YOSHI TONIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGxAFWw5v_I
ONE…
TWO…
The Raven regained her bearings and clapped her legs against the sides of Jenny’s head in a hands-free Bell Ringer. Jenny shook it off before she was back on her feet, a goal she reached a heartbeat ahead of her opponent. Cupping Lemarchand’s ears to aid her return to verticality, Jacobs had only started to tug when Lenore hooked her noggin in a Front Facelock and threaded her right calf against Jenny’s right calf. Then she dropped down and curled up on her back, drawing the squirming Innovator down into a tight Inside Cradle. Already close thanks to the previous cover, Nick Castle checked Jenny’s shoulders and smacked the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
KICK OUT!
Jacobs exploded loose, rolled onto her shoulders and kipped to boot leather as Lemarchand did the same. Almost nose to nose amidst a roar from the crowd, blonde and brunette flicked their eyes to the stands, but only for a moment. It wouldn’t do to so much as appreciate the adulation when there was someone else looking to take it all for herself. “Gotta hand it to you, Jenny.” Lenore murmured over the noise. “You’re almost keeping up.”
Jacobs’s eyebrows went up. “Almost? You’re the one who’s a half step behind, LenNGH!” Her head snapped back, golden locks tossed hard as Lemarchand tagged Jenny’s jaw with a lightning-quick European Uppercut. The blonde’s defenses fell for half a second, if that, yet it was more than enough time for Lenore to grab the back of her neck and line up a second’’
“GUUUUHHHHH!” Lemarchand gave up the ground she’d gained when Jenny pounded a Forearm Smash across her mush. Working her jaw to lessen the ache, Lenore made a proposal. “One for one exchange, chin against chin? Care to see who takes a knee first?”
Jacobs made a show of thrusting her jaw forward, perhaps not the smartest move, but she wasn’t about to turn down a challenge from Emily’s Lady in Waiting. “Try putting some sting behind it this--”
Lenore’s bicep smashed into Jenny’s chin, knocking her around in a half circle while she fought for balance. The Fair & Radiant Maiden spread her arms wide, a defiant challenge to Jacobs. “That sting enough, cutie? Or maybe it’s a little too much for your glass--”
Jenny charged, sprang and THWHAPPED a Flying Forearm Smash against the side of Lemarchand’s face. “This jaw’ll still be running non-stop when you’re trying to scrape yourself off the canvas, Tweety.” Jenny snapped. “Now shake it off and hit me!”
No more talking after that, just the previously agreed upon one for one exchange, Lenore’s European Uppercuts versus Jenny’s Forearm Smashes. The turn-based brawling grew steadily more intense over the course of perhaps thirty seconds, indeed it showed no signs of stopping until a particularly stiff shot from the Black Courtier sent the NorCal Sensation backpedaling into the strands. “Got a little something on your lip, Jen.” Lenore’s tone was crisp and bright despite the battle flush that colored her face. “Can you go on or should Castle call for a stoppage?”
Jenny licked the blood from her lip, turned her head sideways and spat on the mat. “How about you stop running your damned mouth and just hit me again, cupca--”
Even with half a ring between them Jacobs barely got her arms up fast enough to block the Raven’s latest European Uppercut. Snatching Lenore’s left wrist in both hands, Jenny twisted around behind her foe to slap on a joint-twisting Hammerlock. Lemarchand hadn’t even registered the twinge when Jacobs halved her grip and dipped under the taller woman’s free wing. Right arm extended, Jenny pivoted into Lenore and THWHACKED her across the chest with a Captivating Lariat that sent her to the canvas in a single stroke. Far leg hooked as soon as they touched down, the blonde cranked it tight and nodded along for…
CAPTIVATING LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iay0bXZC7hQ
ONE…
TWO…
Lenore kicked out at ‘TWO!’ and added a ‘Don’t think so, bytch.” for emphasis.
“Doesn’t matter what you think, bytch.” Jacobs countered. “All that matter is what I do.”
Eager to put some rough miles on the Courtier’s whip-strong chassis, Jenny took possession of Lemarchand’s right wrist and hauled her to boot leather with a single violent yank. Then she stepped off, dropped a shoulder and hurled the brunette to the far side of the ring with an Irish Whip. Too shaken by the Lariat to hook an arm over the strands, Lenore loped back to the center of the squared circle where Jenny promptly slipped around on her six and threw her left leg over the Raven’s left thigh. In the same breath she threaded her upper body under Lenore’s right arm to secure an Abdominal Stretch.
Reefing back on the brunette’s captured arm put even more strain on her sculpted midsection and also started an enthusiastic ‘TAP!’ chant, which the Innovator encouraged by SMACKING Lemarchand’s taut abs. “Hear that, Lenny? These people want you to tap out.” Jenny told the grimacing grappler. “Not me though. I don’t want this to be over until there’s absolutely no question in anyone’s mindDOOWWW!”
Lenore crooked her left arm into a ‘V’ and jabbed the point of her elbow into Jacobs’s thigh. “No question, sweetie.” she grunted after another pointy jab. “I’m better than UNNNGGHH!” The NorCal Sensation delivered a ringing SMACK to Lemarchand’s exposed midriff, then reached down with that hand and laid claim to the brunette’s right ankle.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m extremely grateful for this opportunity.” Jenny noted even as she streeeeeeeeetched Lemarchand’s captured leg up in an awkward ‘J’ curve. “More than you’ll ever know, in fact. But if you think my gratitude gives you a free pass to mouth off like a brat, well…” she yanked on Lenore’s ankle again, bringing the sinewy brunette’s foot that much closer to the side of her head. “I’ll tie your skinny ass in a knot.”
LEG TRAP ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=esKNh6Vni-M
Lenore shook her head ‘no’ when Nick asked if she wanted to quit. Once that was taken care of she grunted, “Go ahead and tie all the knots you want, Jenny. They don’t mean a damned thing if you can’t keep ‘em set!”
Jenny snorted, shook her head. “I’m holding you just fine, bird brNNNGHHH!”
Lenore resumed her previous effort, just gouging her elbow into the top and side of Jacobs’s left knee. The Innovator didn’t let go quick and she didn’t let go easy, but she ultimately relinquished her hooks when Lemarchand’s retaliation sent a dull ache all the way to her hip. Twisting loose as soon as her foot was free, the Raven snatched hold of Jenny’s left wrist and circled around behind while simultaneously stretching the limb full length.
“You want innovation?” Lenore taunted. “Try this on for size.” She stepped over the exposed limb with her right leg and maintained the Wristlock with her left hand, all the better to bend it around the back of her encroaching thigh in a modified Hammerlock. With that arm removed from the equation, Lemarchand slipped her left arm around Jenny’s right bicep and CRAAAAAAAAAAAANKED back to complete her twist on the Abdominal Stretch!
ARM TRAP ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DWfw3Xf-sWQ
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH NOOOOOOOOO!” Jenny shook her head ‘no, no, no!’ as the clever hold put wicked pressure on her midsection and shoulders. “Hey, you hear that, pretty?” Lenore’s dark eyes gleamed as she poured on the pressure. “Sounds like a lot of these people wanna hear you tap too!”
Sure enough there was a ‘TAP!’ chant, though I’d be remiss not to mention the answering ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ “Go on and submit whenever you’re ready. We both know you’d only drop the ball against Deschain anyway. So tap out before this does some real damage!” She bounced the hold up n’ down, forcing Jacobs to bark another denial to the official to keep him off her case for the next several seconds.
Jenny couldn’t decide what she disliked most about this particular hold. The fact that she was caught in it, or the fact that she hadn’t thought of it herself. The arm-trap was a brilliant wrinkle, brilliant to the point of “Eeeerrrgggghhhhhh!” the Innovator’s thoughts broke off as Lenore wrenched up on her captured wrist and pushed down on her torso, forcing Jacobs’s head that much closer to the mat. Though clearly eager to hear the blonde quit, Lemarchand refused to rush her assault. She KNEW the Abdominal Stretch was sunk in deep and even if Jacobs didn’t surrender the hold would bite deep into those vaunted reserves. Even so, she flattened her left hand into a paddle and patted Jenny between the shoulders.
“You’re locked up tight, Jenny.” the Raven explained. “And you’re technician enough to know when you can’t escape. The question is, are you gonna force me to grind you down to nothing or are you gonna open your mouth and admit it to these people?”
Jenny shook her head ‘no’ either a straight up denial or possibly just a sign of irritation. “I’m trapped, Lenore.” she muttered. “Not beaten. You’re about to learn the differenERRRGGGGGHHHH DAMMIT!”
Lemarchand pulled back on one arm and clamped down on the Hammerlock, it was the latter that really made Jacobs wail. “What do you say, Jenny?” Castle asked with a tinge of concern. “If it’s too much just say--”
“IT’S NOT TOO MUCH!” she almost shouted. “It’s a fight I intend to win!”
Lenore nodded in understanding, then bore down in an attempt to make the blonde’s left hand touch her right bicep somewhere behind her back. “I’ll wear you out in this hold, Jenny.” Lemarchand said softly. “You know I will.”
“You haven’t yet, honey.” the blonde snapped back.
“Yeah I have. You’re just too proud to gggrrrggghhhhh! Really, bytch? That’s how you want to NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Jenny twisted her captured hand and gouged her claws into the brunette’s wrist. That iron clasp loosened ever so slightly which proved more than enough for the NorCal Sensation to pull it loose. Immediately thereafter she shaped her free arm into a ‘V’ and pounded her elbow into the Courtier’s thigh. With the Stretch all but gone now, Lenore turned what remained of it into a Half Nelson on Jacobs’s right arm. Pushing down on the back of her rival’s head, the Fair & Radiant Maiden raised her left arm and drilled a lightning-fast trio of Forearm Smashes across the base of Jenny’s skull.
Absolutely sick of the brunette’s clutches by now, Jacobs reached for Lemarchand’s noggin and snatched a huge handful of her hair. “Let. Go.” they growled at virtually the same time. Neither of them took heed of course, Jacobs kept tugging and Lemarchand kept showing the blonde’s chin into her own cleavage. The ref was about to force a break when Jenny stamped on the taller woman’s toes and threw herself into full reverse. Lenore didn’t try to stop her, but she certainly didn’t make the journey any easier, thanks in part to a series of punches she pounded into the Californian’s left flank. Putting on the gas as she sensed the destination closing in, Jenny shouted in satisfaction when she slammed Lenore into the buckles.
“Break the hold, Lenny.” Jacobs demanded of the huffing battler. “Break it right UNNNGGGGHH!”
Lenore did, unfortunately for Jenny she also formed her hands into a Double Axehandle and brought it down across the back of the Innovator’s neck. Jenny grunted, staggered forward and grunted again when Lemarchand slapped a Waistlock around her midsection. Taking half a heartbeat to check the distance between herself and the corner, Lenore looked over one shoulder, then dropped her hips and hurled Jenny backward with a German Suplex that ended with Jacobs BWUUUNGING into the buckles right after she crested the apex.
TURNBUCKLE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q4y8-hRBKAE
Beyond jolted by the rough collision, Jenny retained more than enough ring awareness to hang her arms over the top rope and thus remain upright when her wobbling feet returned to the canvas. Quick to act despite how shopworn Jenny looked at the moment, Emily’s Lady in Waiting scrambled to boot leather and raced to the center of the squared circle. Once there she wheeled around, raced back the way she came and took to the skies with both knees raised to chest level.
THWHUMP! Knees and shins slammed into Jacobs’s chest full force and even Jenny’s hold on the strands wasn’t enough to keep her from dropping to her butt with a heavy plop. Still not interested in seeking a cover, Lenore regained her footing and charged to the far side of the ring. Hopping from mat to middle buckle in the blink of an eye, the Raven pushed off and twisted around in mid-air, meaning she came down going full speed for her return trip. Breathless and battered, Jenny saw the brunette coming and raised her hands in hopes of protecting her face for the inevitable blow. Lenore noted the defense and promptly hopped up just high enough to THWHAP her heels into the pit of Jacobs’s undefended stomach. Jenny doubled up around her aching ribs, leaving everything else to Lemarchand, who wasted no time in laying claim to her blonde’s ankles.
Draaaaaaaaaagging Jacobs from the corner to the center, Lenore tossed her legs aside and dropped down across the Innovator’s midriff. Both legs hooked, she folded Jacobs in half and nodded along for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Jenny forced the brunette away, sat up and hugged her roiling gut. Lenore didn’t bother to question the count, nor did she waste breath on a taunt. Rather she filled her hands with the blonde’s battle-sweaty hair and yanked her to verticality. Defiant no matter the circumstances, Jacobs tried to shove Lemarchand away and suffered a spanking thigh across the midsection for her troubles. Jenny doubled over so Lenore crouched down, all the better to slip an arm between her thighs. Then she cradled her other arm across the back of Jacobs’s neck and straightened up. She turned in a single circle, wanting to make sure the fans and the cameras knew it was FAWN’s longest running IC champ getting her ass kicked.
“Get ready, tuff girl.” the Raven warned. “This is going to hurt.” Lemarchand ‘hupped’ the blonde burden off her shoulders, laid out on her back and raised both knees to THWHUMP Jenny’s already aching abs with a Double Knee Gutbuster straight from Emily’s playbook. Jacobs bounced hard, rolled over and found her legs collected in a harsh grasp. Looking for a little style now, Lemarchand pinned Jenny’s boots over her head, stepped forward and dropped to her knees so that she was seated atop the back of her rival’s thighs. The Jacobites, fearing another disheartening setback for their leader, lent every bit of support they could even while Lemarchand’s supporters roared out…
DOUBLE KNEE GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kIePV-zZVS4
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Jenny bucked Lenore off and turned onto her stomach all in the same spasmodic movement. At the moment she didn’t look like one of the most domineering champions in FAWN’s recent memory. Rather she looked like a game, but outmatched wrestler enduring a very thorough ass kicking. Beside her, Lenore allowed herself the shortest of respites to take a deep breath and smooth her hair. Once that was settled she grabbed hold of the Innovator’s hip n’ shoulder and rolled her onto her back. No words were offered, but Lemarchand patted Jenny’s tummy in most possessive fashion, a not too subtle hint at what came next. Jacobs only moaned, so Lenore grabbed her hands and forced them to her sides before she pushed to verticality. Stalking to the corner that worked best, the Raven slipped out onto the apron and climbed to the third floor as easily as any Lightweight. With Jenny laid out far below, Lemarchand hooked her thumbs and raised them to the rafters. Her raven was greeted by thousands more, this handmade flock offering a suitable backdrop for the Courtier when she leapt out into the void. Tucking in a split second after takeoff, Lenore flipped over and brought every bit of her weight down on Jenny’s NO!
Jacobs rolled toward the corner at the last second, leaving her rival to smash down on empty can--NO!
Lemarchand adjusted in mid-descent to hit the mat in a high speed tumble that brought her to verticality more than halfway across the ring. Blonde and brunette rose at the same time and though both were aware of the thunderous applause, neither had time for anything but the woman on the other side of the squared circle. No hesitation, they charged at a full sprint with shoulders cocked and Clotheslines at the ready. But when Lenore lashed out Jenny dipped beneath, albeit with a mere whisper between herself and a concussion. Stopping herself after a few steps, Lemarchand spun around for a second pass and THWHUNK! Already airborne, Jenny laced her hands behind the brunette’s neck and pulled her face down into her right knee, which she’d raised to chest level. Wild cheers from the Jacobites when Jenny landed on her back and Lenore launched into the air, the willowy battler caught flush on the jaw by her opponent’s Single Knee Facebuster.
SINGLE KNEE FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eCyqo1dcofk
Quick to respond despite the amount of punishment she’d absorbed, the NorCal Sensation crawled over to Lemarchand, threaded an arm through her upturned legs and jammed a shoulder against the pits of her knees to keep her down for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lenore kicked her away and slopped over on one side, clearly dazed following her foe’s noggin-rattling reversal of fortune. Jenny on the other hand was feeling better than she had in a long time and she wasted no time cutting into Lemarchand’s lead. “Up. Up birdy!” the blonde commanded as she filled her hands with the taller woman’s hair. Switching to a more ref-friendly Wristlock once she’d hauled Lenore upright, Jacobs stepped toward an empty corner, dropped a shoulder and sent Lemarchand on her way with a hard Irish Whip.
Instinct kept the brunette on her feet and slowed her down just enough to turn back-first into the unpleasant collision. What it didn’t do was prevent Jenny from flying in from several feet out with a huge hip & shoulder check that BWUUUNGED the Raven against the thinly-padded buckles. Staggered but not dropped, Lemarchand came out of the corner with a huge Haymaker aimed at Jenny’s skull.
“Too slow, baby!” Jacobs chided as she hooked Lenore’s punchin’ arm with her right bicep. Then she spun the Fair & Radiant Maiden around in a quick circle and busted out a little twirl of her own, all the better to go airborne for the Tornado Kick she THWHACKED against Lemarchand’s temple. Weaving like a drunk now, Lenore would’ve gone down on her rump if she hadn’t collapsed into the buckles she’d so recently occupied. Jenny noted this and went straight from a crouch to a back handspring that put her down almost on the far side of the ring. Accompanied by the roar of her fans, JJ raced back the way she’d come, took to the skies and THWHUMPED her knees into Lenore’s chest in a bit of high energy payback from earlier in the match.
INNOVATIVE ASSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eyjLUtLYbjs
Short of breath and equilibrium after that high-speed retribution, Lemarchand baby stepped out of the buckles and would’ve assuredly fallen flat on her face if Jenny hadn’t grabbed her around the right knee and lifted her leg off the mat.
“Gotcha now, Lenny. Contract’s mine!”
Jacobs twisted around so that her back was to the brunette and Lenore’s captured leg was cinched under her right arm. A Back Elbow to the mush put a stop to any resistance the Courtier might’ve had on her mind and made it that much easier to collect her noggin in a Side Headlock of sorts. Grinning along with her fans, Jacobs muscled Lenore up off her plant foot and took a few big steps to better illustrate her complete control. Once the point was made she hopped up, tossed Lemarchand’s trapped leg backward and dropped to her tush to THWHONK the other grappler with Rube Goldberg’s Bulldog. Lenore bounced emphatically, then rolled onto her back. She offered no other resistance when Jenny slid across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
RUBE GOLDBERG'S BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWeut3YFnlc
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TWO…
THRENOOOO!
Lemarchand shot a shoulder off the mat so late Castle threw a look at the Timekeeper to make sure he didn’t call for the bell in error. Simultaneously displeased and motivated by the brunette’s continued resistance, Jenny grabbed a big handful of hair and gave Lenore’s head a brisk shake. “You ready to throw in the towel, Lenore? Or can I kick your ass a little while longer?”
“Buuuhhhh…. bring it on, sweet cheeks.” the Raven moaned. “Just don’t gimme any tears when it’s MY boot on your NNGGGGH!”
Jenny stiffed her across the mouth with a Forearm Smash then shook her head back n’ forth simply for the catfighting joy of it. Switching to a Front Facelock when it looked like Castle was gonna make noise, Jenny stood up and forced Lenore to do the same. After landing a few sturdy Kneelifts to the belly, the NorCal Sensation slipped around behind her brunette and wedged her head under Lemarchand’s left arm. “No need to worry about my ass right now, skinny.” Jenny noted while curling her right arm around the brunette’s waist. “These pert little cheeks though…. they’re about to have a problem.”
Left hand braced against the back of Lenore’s left thigh, Jacobs muscled the bigger battler onto the point of her left shoulder and held her there. The crowd certainly didn’t mind, as this particular arrangement offered them an excellent view of Lenore’s backside. The woman herself was less enamored with her position, not that she could do much about it, especially once the blonde started spinning. While she never quite achieved Airplane Spin velocity, Jenny made sure it was a most disorienting experience for her opposition, one that ended only when she swung Lenore forward and down and sank to one knee to THWHUMP Courtier glutes courtesy a huge Atomic Drop!
Mouth dropped open in a wheezing sob, Lemarchand rose onto her tiptoes and minced away with both hands pressed to her throbbing rump. Jenny watched her go, decided she wasn’t feigning the hurt and raced on by to bounce off the ropes directly ahead of the wobbly Raven. Staying the course until she practically on top of the other woman, Jacobs put her hands on Lenore’s shoulders and launched herself straight up. She ‘smecked’ her legs shut around Lemarchand’s head at the apex, then snapped her hips backward to flip Em’s Lady in Waiting over onto the back of her head and shoulders. The Spike ‘Rana hit full force, leaving Lenore stunned and stretched out flat while Jacobs scooped her legs behind the knee. With the brunette bundled up tight, Jenny pressed her thighs together and settled down, burying her foe in buttock while Castle counted….
SPIKE 'RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9slGbANbEFQ
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOO!
Lenore’s legs transformed from overcooked pasta to steel cables and yanked Jenny down onto her back with less than a heartbeat to spare. Suddenly it was the Innovator struggling to pull her arms from beneath Lemarchand’s shins, Jenny struggling to free her wriggling legs from Lenore’s arms. Eager for a little payback after that wicked Atomic Drop, the brunette cupped her hands and applied them to Jenny’s breasts as forcibly as she could. Jenny wailed aloud and redoubled her efforts, only vaguely aware that Lenore pulsed her claw in time with the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds rolled away at the last possible second, much to the relief of the Jacobites. Too relieved to notice she had one arm pressed against her aching chest, Jenny hurried to boot leather and reared back for-- CRAAACK! Lenore snapped her head back with a Super Kick from deep in left field. Legs all but turned off, Jenny found herself bullied into the ropes by a furiously resurgent Raven. Enraged by the tawdry cheek to cheek scrubbing, Lenore cupped one hand against Jenny’s chin and puuuuusssssshed her head backward over the top rope at a remarkably unpleasant angle.
“So you want to fight like all the other tacky little blondes, is that it?” the Courtier snarled. “Then you’ll be used to this!” She flattened her free hand into a paddle and paintbrushed Jacobs’s cheeks half a dozen times before the official started to count. He’d just reached ‘TWO!’ when Jenny shoved Lenore’s mitt off her chin and snatched a savage double handful of hair.
Twisting her hips to reverse their positions on the strands, JJ tummied into the taller wrestler and spat, “Slap me again and I’ll break your goddamned beak! Got me, bird braiNNNGGGHHH!”
Lenore retaliated with a Kneelift to the pit of her attacker’s stomach, then pivoted slightly to apply the broadside of her thigh. Jenny ‘ooofffhhhed’, backed off and got caught in a Front Facelock for her troubles. Quick to throw Jacobs’s near arm across her shoulders, Lemarchand pushed off and twisted around so her back was once again facing the ring. In that same instant she threaded her right arm behind the NorCal Sensation’s left thigh to grab hold of Jenny’s left knee. Doing so bent the blonde’s right leg in an unpleasant ‘4’ that effectively reduced her footing by half. The Jacobites were trying to warn their leader to the lurking danger when Lemarchand hoisted her from six to midnight in a single jerk. None of Emily’s stalling or Susan’s theatrics, Lenore simply laid out on her back and THWHONKED the crown of Jenny’s skull into the canvas courtesy her Bleak December Brainbuster. She floated over into a Crossbody immediately thereafter but instead of hooking the far leg she pushed up, swung her own leg over and slid back into a snug Reverse Face Sit! Boots tucked firm against the sides of Jenny’s head, the brunette palmed the Innovator’s belly in both hands and pushed down, forcing even more air from her lungs as Castle counted…
BLEAK DECEMBER @ 00:53
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j1nzylCY1Lo
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Jenny sank her nails into Lenore’s rump and shoved her off by the slimmest of margins. “You bytch.” Jacobs huffed as she clambered to her feet. “You just bit off more than you can WHOAAHNOWAYSWEETIE!”
Lemarchand grabbed hold of Jenny’s left wrist and slung or toward the ropes, or at least that was the intention before JJ reversed momentum on the Whip and sent Lenore in her place. Hardly discomfited by this change of plans, Lenore hit the ropes at full speed and shot back to the center of the ring where she sprang over the former Intercontinental Champion in a gorgeous Leap--”NNNGGGHHH!” Jenny caught the brunette’s right ankle in the crook of her right arm and gave it a sharp jerk. Transformed from Leapfrog to Flapjack in an instant, Lenore THWHUMPED down hard on her face, chest and belly.
The impact of it rolled her onto her back, which wouldn’t have been terrible if Jenny hadn’t been right there to collect her ankles. “Good match, Lenny.” Jacobs already had Lenore’s right shin angled across the pit of her left knee. “But you were never going to win. I want this too much.” She reached through the center of the ‘4’ created by those folded gams and laced her fingers against the dense meat of Lemarchand’s left thigh. Sensing the Ladder was close, the FAWNatics gathered their voices for a cheer only to shout in surprise when Lenore THWHACKED a Forearm Smash across her foe’s cheek.
Jenny wavered but didn’t let loose so the Raven snatched a handful of hair to hold her in place for half a dozen more shots to the mug. The last one finally freed Lenore’s legs and she celebrated by stuffing her feet against Jenny’s chest and pushing as hard as she could. Jacobs backpedaled like a drunk, hit the ropes and came off a helluva lot faster than anyone would’ve imagined, especially Lenore. Still flat on her back after the narrow escape, she could only aim her feet toward the Innovator’s abs and hope for a Monkey-- Jenny dove over the outstretched gams headfirst and landed in a neat little tumble a short distance from the other woman. Popping to her feet at the precise moment Lenore kipped to hers, Jenny sprang at the Courtier with fingers crooked for THWHAP!
Lenore exploded through the blonde’s clutches to smash the point of right elbow against Jacobs’s exposed chin. Jenny swooned around in a half circle, her legs seemingly turned to rusted sticks while the rest of her was all trembling jelly. She would’ve crumpled onto her face if Lemarchand hadn’t reached between her legs and grabbed hold of her left wrist. Pulling it through even as she pushed on the base of Jenny’s neck with her other hand, Lenore doubled the Innovator over and turned her all in a single motion. A Standing Headscissors provided another anchor point, as did the second Pumphandle on the blonde’s dangling wrist. Only sorry she couldn’t take a moment to pat Jenny’s tush, Lenore looked dead at the camera and said, “Here I come, Marvel.”
Cameras erupted all over the arena as Lemarchand flipped Jacobs off her feet for the Nevermore and they went off again when Jenny clamped her legs around the brunette’s unsuspecting noggin and THWHUMPED her over onto her back with a vicious Hurricanrana from deep in left field! Lenore’s legs bounced up on impact and Jacobs hooked ‘em behind the knees, all the better to keep her pinned in place when she leaaaaaaaaaaaaned forward. Her forehead was mere inches from the canvas when Castle swooped in to count….
ONE….
TWO….
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lenore didn’t just kick out, she powered Jenny back and down into a Sunset Flip that put the shocked Innovator’s shoulders on the mat! Hooked on for dear life, the Raven leaned into Jenny’s upturned haunches and nodded along for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Jenny broke loose with a ragged somersault and clamped down on the brunette’s ankles even before she’d regained her feet. Crossing them into the ‘4’ in a heartbeat, she reached through, locked her hands and bent her knees but rather than turn Lemarchand she flipped over in a tight bridge that put Lenore’s butt in the air and pressed Jenny’s battle-sweaty back flush to her opponent’s panicked face! Struggling wildly against the surprise cradle, Lenore pounded a baker’s dozen of vicious fists into Jenny’s flanks while Castle tolled…
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TWO…
THREE!
Jenny let loose at once and rolled away sobbing with hurt and delight. Aching though she was, the NorCal Sensation made sure she was on one knee when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… JENNY JACOBS! She has now earned the right to face Sydney Deschain at Season’s Beatings!”
Elsewhere, Lenore sat up and ran both hands through her hair. Her face didn’t betray much in the way of emotion, but one glance at the disconsolate look in her eyes made it clear how much the loss hurt. After a few deep breaths she pushed to her feet and started for the ropes.
“Lenore.” Jenny called. Though she was in no mood to hear Jacobs’s voice, Lemarchand knew there might be useful information forthcoming. So she turned to face the triumphant blonde. “What do you want, Jenny?”
“I just…” Jenny stopped, her expression troubled. She knew what she wanted to say, it was how to say it that proved problematic. “Thank you. Not for the contract, the match itself. It’s the first clean finish I’ve had since I came back. I know that doesn’t mean a lot to you right now, but it does to me, so… thank you.” Jacobs looked like she might’ve extended her hand but ultimately decided against it.
That was good. Lenore wasn’t sure she could’ve shaken her hand just then. “You’re welcome, Jenny. Don’t get too quick with those thank you’s, though. Because you still owe me a favor. And if you try to turn me down when I cash it in… well, that would be a bad idea.”
“I’m not scared of you, Lenore.” Jenny answered simply.
“I know you’re not. And I hope that’s still true after the next time we share this ring.” Lenore headed for the ropes without waiting for a reply. Jenny looked after her, sighed and started to turn. That’s when the Raven added, “Don’t you dare lose in December, Jenny. Because if Sydney Deschain beats you again… if she goes out of here without a loss to her name in 2015... I will be angry. And with the Marvel retired, I won’t have any target for that anger, save yourself. Understand?”
“Perfectly. Now you understand me. Good as she is, Sydney Deschain’s gonna retire on a loss. Once she’s walked through that curtain for the last time, you and I can settle up anytime you want.”
Lenore’s dark eyes flashed. “Win or lose, I think we’ll be seeing a lot of each other. And sooner than you might suspect. Sleep well, Jenny Jacobs. I know I will.”
The Fair & Radiant Maiden departed for good then, leaving Jenny alone in the ring she’d claimed as her own. Dismissing Lemarchand’s portentous words with a single shake of her head, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds ran to the nearest corner and hopped onto the second rope. J’s raised high, she looked down into the camera on the floor and bellowed,
“You and me Sydney, one more time! No Lisa! No Sisters! No Celia! No excuses! Get ready for your first… and WORST… loss of the year!”
JENNY JACOBS:
Cheers from the front row all the to the nosebleed seats when ‘Jenny Says’ hit the speakers. Bursting through the curtain in time with the first chorus, Jacobs raised both hands in Double J’s which were returned a thousandfold. “I HOPE YOU PEOPLE ARE READY FOR A FIGHT BECAUSE I BROUGHT MY WHOLE ARSENAL WITH ME!” The crowd was very much ready for just such an occurrence and they replied accordingly. Satisfied, Jacobs stormed down the ramp.
For this, arguably the most important bout since her return in September, the blonde bombshell wore the star-spangled version of her usual indigo briefs, as well as a matching halter-style top that featured equally celestial cups held together by a small metal buckle in the shape of a star. Her boots and pads were still the same crisp white and her hair still curled in a sleek golden bob that fell to just below her ears. Almost to the ring, Jacobs put on the brakes to scope out a sign that read:
WATCH YOUR BACK, JEN!
THERE’S A GREAT WHITE SNARK HEADED YOUR WAY!
“There’s going to be a lot more than snark thrown around the next time Maddy and I share a ring. Or a zip code. Believe me.” Snuffing that bright flare of anger with a single snort, she sprinted the rest of the way down the aisle and bounded to her feet as soon as she’d cleared the bottom rope. Offering her wrists and knees to head referee Nick Castle as soon as she reached her feet, Jacobs thanked him with a smile before heading to her corner. The wait between the end of her music and the start of Lenore’s was mere seconds, yet to Jenny it seemed interminable. This wasn’t for a title or even a number one contendership but it still felt more important than any other match in the last year and a half.
The Announcer finally raised his mic, allowing Jenny to breathe again. “And introducing her opponent, representing the Black Court, hailing from Glen Echo Michigan, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-one pounds. They call her the Raven… LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
Kula Shaker’s ‘Hush’ hit the speakers and a great deal of handmade ’Ravens’ went up, their number having grown even more numerous after her star-making performance against Olivia Dare at ’Mania. These as of yet unnamed supporters cheered aloud when the Fair & Radiant Maiden flitted into view shortly thereafter. For a moment Lemarchand was as stone-faced as ever, but then her lips curled in a slyly appreciative smile as she hooked her thumbs together and raised a Raven of her own before pulling it apart and heading down the aisle.
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
For what was only her second time ever appearing in a Main Event on a major show, Lenore wore sporty bikini bottoms hued in a purplish-black and emblazoned with a faint design that careful inspection revealed to be feathers. Her top was halter style, with the color and pattern matching her briefs. Elbow and kneepads were matte black, the latter still obscured by loose, bell-flared 'leggings' that started just south of mid-thigh and dropped to ankle length. Those leggings were also black and featured a stylized version of Lemarchand’s raven insignia done in stark white. Her look was finished with shiny black boots and purple wrist tape that matched her togs.
Eyes trained on the woman staring her down from a far corner of the squared circle, Lenore would’ve missed the sign completely if the holder had raised it a heartbeat later. Beneath a remarkably well drawn study of the woman in question reading a large volume of Poe, the following was inscribed:
The Thinking Man’s Bad Girl
The Raven offered him a look that was equal parts flattered and irritated. “Allard, I’m gonna kill you for making that a thing.” Still smiling, she rounded on her heels and raced to the steel steps, which she took in a single bound. Clearing the top rope just as quickly, Emily’s Lady in Waiting went to the middle of the ring and… raised the Double J’s? Surprise turned to understanding when Lenore transformed Jenny’s sigil into her own and let it hang over her head until the official murmured her to the opposite corner for final inspection.
When the Innovator first met the Raven they’d been on opposite sides of a tag match, the partners of Eve Choldstone and Candice Akeley respectively. Back then they’d both been fighting to carve a niche on the roster. Now, three short years later, Jenny Jacobs was the longest running Intercontinental Champion in FAWN history and Lenore Lemarchand had amassed a string of victories that often had her name mentioned in relation to potential IC or even World Title contenders. Perhaps more importantly, they were two extremely talented women contending for the single hottest open contract in the promotion.
Dead set on reversing what was (for her at least) a galling skid, Jenny came off the buckles as soon as the bell sounded. In what many of the Jacobites considered a dangerous move, she went straight at the Fair & Radiant Maiden (who’d also wasted no time exiting her corner) and offered her hand. “Thank you, Lenore.” she said when the brunette returned the gesture after only a brief hesitation. “No matter how this turns out, thanks for the opportunity.”
“That’s defeatist talk, Jenny.” Lemarchand smiled as she broke away and started to circle. “You want to thank me properly? Wrestle like you think you’re going to win. It’ll be that much sweeter when I beat you.”
Jenny flashed a fiery, competitive grin of her own. She couldn’t quite believe it, but she thought she was about to get a clean wrestling match outta Lenore Lemarchand, of all people. “Think?” she chided. “Baby, I KNOW I’m gonna win. And you will too, just as soon as we lock han--”
Lenore swept the smaller woman into a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up, laid out on left side and sent Jacobs tumbling across the mat with a perfect Arm Drag. Jenny popped up just as easily. “Quick to let go, Lenore. Afraid I’m stronger?”
“Afraid I’m faster?”
Blonde and brunette walked each other down, circled, then clenched again, a little more emphatically than before. They pushed and shoved against the other for a few seconds, more than enough both women to realize they were extremely well matched in terms of strength. That meant technique would play a pivotal role, which was more than fine with Jacobs. Twisting her left hip into the taller grappler’s tummy, Jenny pulled Lenore’s left arm over her shoulder and dropped to the mat to toss Lemarchand over with an Arm Drag of her own. More important, she trapped the brunette’s wing in her left armpit and put her free hand on Lenore’s shoulder to secure a real simple Armbar.
Braced on one knee, Jenny wedged her flat knee against the side of her brunette’s face and pressed down even as she tugged on the Armbar. “Wanna give?” her tone was pure tease.
Lenore didn’t answer her, though she did waggle a finger at the official to keep him from asking the same dumb question. After a few moments taken to better suss out the situation, Lemarchand twisted out from under Jenny’s knee, made it to one knee and wedged her free hand against the blonde’s chin. “Wanna give?” the Raven pinched Jenny’s nose ever so slightly.
Neither had any intention of surrendering when there was such a prize on the line, so it was no surprise when they struggled to boot leather with their respective attacks in place. While the twinge in her shoulder was far from pleasant, Lenore’s control over Jenny’s chin made it easier for her to direct the NorCal Sensation backward into the nearest set of buckles. Tummying up on Jacobs to keep her from sidling clear (and as a suble reminder of just what sort of strength resided in her core) Lemarchand hooked a foot over the bottom rope and said, “Let go of my arm, Jenny.”
Jacobs threaded her foot over the bottom rope on the other side and replied, “Get your hand out of my face, Lenore.”
Nick Castle strode over and tapped their shoulders. “Let go and raise your hands. I want a clean break from both of you.”
Jacobs and Lemarchand nodded to one another, a silent agreement to follow the official’s requests… for now. Releasing their respective grips, Jenny and Lenore raised their hands to shoulder level, the former waiting while the latter took a few steps ba--” Jacobs exploded from the corner, her right arm drawn back for a stiff Forearm Sma-THUMP!’ Lemarchand brought her own forearms together to create a sturdy guard that absorbed the worst of her opponent’s attack. Answering the charge with a quick open-handed slap, Emily’s Lady in Waiting laced her hands behind Jacobs’s neck, hopped into the air and stuffed her feet against the planes of opposing thighs. In the next breath she rolled onto her back and pistoned her legs out full force to send the Innovator soaring up n’ over with a gorgeous Monkey Fli--”OOOOHHHH!’
A happy cheer rose from the Jacobites as Jenny corrected in mid-air to land on her feet instead of flat on her face. Whirling around the instant she touched down, she stepped up to the rising Raven and held the Double J’s an inch from her nose. “Bring it, honey!”
Lenore did just that, in the form of a heavy two-handed shove that ‘smecked’ against Jacobs’s tits. The distance created wasn’t much, but it proved more than enough for the brunette to charge and lash out with her right leg for a Yakuza Kic-- MORE cheers when Jenny dropped backward into a Matrix-worthy bridge to avoid the strike. Recovering a half tick quicker than the Black Courtier, Jacobs CRAAACKED Lenore with stiff smack of her own, then snapped off a high vertical leap and threaded her legs around opposing noggin. Ankles locked, she popped her hips and flipped Lemarchand onto her back with a textbook Hurricanrana. Lenore’s legs didn’t pop up on impact, she Jenny leaned forward and put her hands on her knees to put as much weight on Lenore’s shoulders as possible. Swooping in beside the action, Castle smacked the mat…
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TWO…
Lemarchand planted her feet, slid out from under the blonde’s straddle and rose up in a sinuous arc that rivaled Jenny’s clever bridge. While this escape offered the perfect opportunity to kick a divot in the back of the Innovator’s head, Lenore was still very much in the ‘one-upmanship’ stage of this match so she hooked her thumbs together and stuffed a Raven into Jenny’s face as soon as the blonde scrambled to her feet. “Bring better, princesSSSNNNNGGGGHH!”
Jenny dropped into a crouch, hooked her arms behind Lenore’s knees and yanked them out from under. The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds somersaulted over as soon as Lemarchand touched down, folding her into a perfect Jackknife Cradle for…
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TWO…
Lenore wrapped her arms around the blonde’s midsection and squeezed hard enough to free her legs, which broke the pin with a full second to spare. Waistlock still in place, the Fair & Radiant Maiden bridged up, which forced Jenny to do the same. Just shy of full verticality the pair of grapplers twisted away from one another, although they did so with their arms linked so that they ended up standing back to back. Quick to take advantage of her height, Lemarchand drilled the curve of her butt into the small of Jenny’s back, then dropped to her knees and stacked the Innovator on her shoulders for…
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TWO…
Jenny twisted clear of the pin but couldn’t get clear of the Courtier’s clutches. Pushing against her foe’s back for leverage, blonde and brunette rose as they had before, with Lenore again smashing her rump into Jenny’s lower back. But when she tried to take Jacobs down the NorCal Sensation pushed off and tumbled up n’ over her foe’s back to land in front of the startled battler. THWHAP! Jenny pounded the broad side of her thigh across Lemarchand’s tummy, doubling her over.
“Beat this, birdy.”
JJ put her hands on the taller wrestler’s hips and hopped into a seat upon Lenore’s shoulders. Legs hooked under Lemarchand’s arms, Jenny raised the J’s, then snapped herself through opposing gams to THWHUMP Lenore down flat as victim of the Yoshi Tonic. Folded in half by the acrobatic maneuver, the brunette’s legs bicycled wildly through…
YOSHI TONIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGxAFWw5v_I
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TWO…
The Raven regained her bearings and clapped her legs against the sides of Jenny’s head in a hands-free Bell Ringer. Jenny shook it off before she was back on her feet, a goal she reached a heartbeat ahead of her opponent. Cupping Lemarchand’s ears to aid her return to verticality, Jacobs had only started to tug when Lenore hooked her noggin in a Front Facelock and threaded her right calf against Jenny’s right calf. Then she dropped down and curled up on her back, drawing the squirming Innovator down into a tight Inside Cradle. Already close thanks to the previous cover, Nick Castle checked Jenny’s shoulders and smacked the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
KICK OUT!
Jacobs exploded loose, rolled onto her shoulders and kipped to boot leather as Lemarchand did the same. Almost nose to nose amidst a roar from the crowd, blonde and brunette flicked their eyes to the stands, but only for a moment. It wouldn’t do to so much as appreciate the adulation when there was someone else looking to take it all for herself. “Gotta hand it to you, Jenny.” Lenore murmured over the noise. “You’re almost keeping up.”
Jacobs’s eyebrows went up. “Almost? You’re the one who’s a half step behind, LenNGH!” Her head snapped back, golden locks tossed hard as Lemarchand tagged Jenny’s jaw with a lightning-quick European Uppercut. The blonde’s defenses fell for half a second, if that, yet it was more than enough time for Lenore to grab the back of her neck and line up a second’’
“GUUUUHHHHH!” Lemarchand gave up the ground she’d gained when Jenny pounded a Forearm Smash across her mush. Working her jaw to lessen the ache, Lenore made a proposal. “One for one exchange, chin against chin? Care to see who takes a knee first?”
Jacobs made a show of thrusting her jaw forward, perhaps not the smartest move, but she wasn’t about to turn down a challenge from Emily’s Lady in Waiting. “Try putting some sting behind it this--”
Lenore’s bicep smashed into Jenny’s chin, knocking her around in a half circle while she fought for balance. The Fair & Radiant Maiden spread her arms wide, a defiant challenge to Jacobs. “That sting enough, cutie? Or maybe it’s a little too much for your glass--”
Jenny charged, sprang and THWHAPPED a Flying Forearm Smash against the side of Lemarchand’s face. “This jaw’ll still be running non-stop when you’re trying to scrape yourself off the canvas, Tweety.” Jenny snapped. “Now shake it off and hit me!”
No more talking after that, just the previously agreed upon one for one exchange, Lenore’s European Uppercuts versus Jenny’s Forearm Smashes. The turn-based brawling grew steadily more intense over the course of perhaps thirty seconds, indeed it showed no signs of stopping until a particularly stiff shot from the Black Courtier sent the NorCal Sensation backpedaling into the strands. “Got a little something on your lip, Jen.” Lenore’s tone was crisp and bright despite the battle flush that colored her face. “Can you go on or should Castle call for a stoppage?”
Jenny licked the blood from her lip, turned her head sideways and spat on the mat. “How about you stop running your damned mouth and just hit me again, cupca--”
Even with half a ring between them Jacobs barely got her arms up fast enough to block the Raven’s latest European Uppercut. Snatching Lenore’s left wrist in both hands, Jenny twisted around behind her foe to slap on a joint-twisting Hammerlock. Lemarchand hadn’t even registered the twinge when Jacobs halved her grip and dipped under the taller woman’s free wing. Right arm extended, Jenny pivoted into Lenore and THWHACKED her across the chest with a Captivating Lariat that sent her to the canvas in a single stroke. Far leg hooked as soon as they touched down, the blonde cranked it tight and nodded along for…
CAPTIVATING LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iay0bXZC7hQ
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TWO…
Lenore kicked out at ‘TWO!’ and added a ‘Don’t think so, bytch.” for emphasis.
“Doesn’t matter what you think, bytch.” Jacobs countered. “All that matter is what I do.”
Eager to put some rough miles on the Courtier’s whip-strong chassis, Jenny took possession of Lemarchand’s right wrist and hauled her to boot leather with a single violent yank. Then she stepped off, dropped a shoulder and hurled the brunette to the far side of the ring with an Irish Whip. Too shaken by the Lariat to hook an arm over the strands, Lenore loped back to the center of the squared circle where Jenny promptly slipped around on her six and threw her left leg over the Raven’s left thigh. In the same breath she threaded her upper body under Lenore’s right arm to secure an Abdominal Stretch.
Reefing back on the brunette’s captured arm put even more strain on her sculpted midsection and also started an enthusiastic ‘TAP!’ chant, which the Innovator encouraged by SMACKING Lemarchand’s taut abs. “Hear that, Lenny? These people want you to tap out.” Jenny told the grimacing grappler. “Not me though. I don’t want this to be over until there’s absolutely no question in anyone’s mindDOOWWW!”
Lenore crooked her left arm into a ‘V’ and jabbed the point of her elbow into Jacobs’s thigh. “No question, sweetie.” she grunted after another pointy jab. “I’m better than UNNNGGHH!” The NorCal Sensation delivered a ringing SMACK to Lemarchand’s exposed midriff, then reached down with that hand and laid claim to the brunette’s right ankle.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m extremely grateful for this opportunity.” Jenny noted even as she streeeeeeeeetched Lemarchand’s captured leg up in an awkward ‘J’ curve. “More than you’ll ever know, in fact. But if you think my gratitude gives you a free pass to mouth off like a brat, well…” she yanked on Lenore’s ankle again, bringing the sinewy brunette’s foot that much closer to the side of her head. “I’ll tie your skinny ass in a knot.”
LEG TRAP ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=esKNh6Vni-M
Lenore shook her head ‘no’ when Nick asked if she wanted to quit. Once that was taken care of she grunted, “Go ahead and tie all the knots you want, Jenny. They don’t mean a damned thing if you can’t keep ‘em set!”
Jenny snorted, shook her head. “I’m holding you just fine, bird brNNNGHHH!”
Lenore resumed her previous effort, just gouging her elbow into the top and side of Jacobs’s left knee. The Innovator didn’t let go quick and she didn’t let go easy, but she ultimately relinquished her hooks when Lemarchand’s retaliation sent a dull ache all the way to her hip. Twisting loose as soon as her foot was free, the Raven snatched hold of Jenny’s left wrist and circled around behind while simultaneously stretching the limb full length.
“You want innovation?” Lenore taunted. “Try this on for size.” She stepped over the exposed limb with her right leg and maintained the Wristlock with her left hand, all the better to bend it around the back of her encroaching thigh in a modified Hammerlock. With that arm removed from the equation, Lemarchand slipped her left arm around Jenny’s right bicep and CRAAAAAAAAAAAANKED back to complete her twist on the Abdominal Stretch!
ARM TRAP ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DWfw3Xf-sWQ
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH NOOOOOOOOO!” Jenny shook her head ‘no, no, no!’ as the clever hold put wicked pressure on her midsection and shoulders. “Hey, you hear that, pretty?” Lenore’s dark eyes gleamed as she poured on the pressure. “Sounds like a lot of these people wanna hear you tap too!”
Sure enough there was a ‘TAP!’ chant, though I’d be remiss not to mention the answering ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ “Go on and submit whenever you’re ready. We both know you’d only drop the ball against Deschain anyway. So tap out before this does some real damage!” She bounced the hold up n’ down, forcing Jacobs to bark another denial to the official to keep him off her case for the next several seconds.
Jenny couldn’t decide what she disliked most about this particular hold. The fact that she was caught in it, or the fact that she hadn’t thought of it herself. The arm-trap was a brilliant wrinkle, brilliant to the point of “Eeeerrrgggghhhhhh!” the Innovator’s thoughts broke off as Lenore wrenched up on her captured wrist and pushed down on her torso, forcing Jacobs’s head that much closer to the mat. Though clearly eager to hear the blonde quit, Lemarchand refused to rush her assault. She KNEW the Abdominal Stretch was sunk in deep and even if Jacobs didn’t surrender the hold would bite deep into those vaunted reserves. Even so, she flattened her left hand into a paddle and patted Jenny between the shoulders.
“You’re locked up tight, Jenny.” the Raven explained. “And you’re technician enough to know when you can’t escape. The question is, are you gonna force me to grind you down to nothing or are you gonna open your mouth and admit it to these people?”
Jenny shook her head ‘no’ either a straight up denial or possibly just a sign of irritation. “I’m trapped, Lenore.” she muttered. “Not beaten. You’re about to learn the differenERRRGGGGGHHHH DAMMIT!”
Lemarchand pulled back on one arm and clamped down on the Hammerlock, it was the latter that really made Jacobs wail. “What do you say, Jenny?” Castle asked with a tinge of concern. “If it’s too much just say--”
“IT’S NOT TOO MUCH!” she almost shouted. “It’s a fight I intend to win!”
Lenore nodded in understanding, then bore down in an attempt to make the blonde’s left hand touch her right bicep somewhere behind her back. “I’ll wear you out in this hold, Jenny.” Lemarchand said softly. “You know I will.”
“You haven’t yet, honey.” the blonde snapped back.
“Yeah I have. You’re just too proud to gggrrrggghhhhh! Really, bytch? That’s how you want to NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Jenny twisted her captured hand and gouged her claws into the brunette’s wrist. That iron clasp loosened ever so slightly which proved more than enough for the NorCal Sensation to pull it loose. Immediately thereafter she shaped her free arm into a ‘V’ and pounded her elbow into the Courtier’s thigh. With the Stretch all but gone now, Lenore turned what remained of it into a Half Nelson on Jacobs’s right arm. Pushing down on the back of her rival’s head, the Fair & Radiant Maiden raised her left arm and drilled a lightning-fast trio of Forearm Smashes across the base of Jenny’s skull.
Absolutely sick of the brunette’s clutches by now, Jacobs reached for Lemarchand’s noggin and snatched a huge handful of her hair. “Let. Go.” they growled at virtually the same time. Neither of them took heed of course, Jacobs kept tugging and Lemarchand kept showing the blonde’s chin into her own cleavage. The ref was about to force a break when Jenny stamped on the taller woman’s toes and threw herself into full reverse. Lenore didn’t try to stop her, but she certainly didn’t make the journey any easier, thanks in part to a series of punches she pounded into the Californian’s left flank. Putting on the gas as she sensed the destination closing in, Jenny shouted in satisfaction when she slammed Lenore into the buckles.
“Break the hold, Lenny.” Jacobs demanded of the huffing battler. “Break it right UNNNGGGGHH!”
Lenore did, unfortunately for Jenny she also formed her hands into a Double Axehandle and brought it down across the back of the Innovator’s neck. Jenny grunted, staggered forward and grunted again when Lemarchand slapped a Waistlock around her midsection. Taking half a heartbeat to check the distance between herself and the corner, Lenore looked over one shoulder, then dropped her hips and hurled Jenny backward with a German Suplex that ended with Jacobs BWUUUNGING into the buckles right after she crested the apex.
TURNBUCKLE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q4y8-hRBKAE
Beyond jolted by the rough collision, Jenny retained more than enough ring awareness to hang her arms over the top rope and thus remain upright when her wobbling feet returned to the canvas. Quick to act despite how shopworn Jenny looked at the moment, Emily’s Lady in Waiting scrambled to boot leather and raced to the center of the squared circle. Once there she wheeled around, raced back the way she came and took to the skies with both knees raised to chest level.
THWHUMP! Knees and shins slammed into Jacobs’s chest full force and even Jenny’s hold on the strands wasn’t enough to keep her from dropping to her butt with a heavy plop. Still not interested in seeking a cover, Lenore regained her footing and charged to the far side of the ring. Hopping from mat to middle buckle in the blink of an eye, the Raven pushed off and twisted around in mid-air, meaning she came down going full speed for her return trip. Breathless and battered, Jenny saw the brunette coming and raised her hands in hopes of protecting her face for the inevitable blow. Lenore noted the defense and promptly hopped up just high enough to THWHAP her heels into the pit of Jacobs’s undefended stomach. Jenny doubled up around her aching ribs, leaving everything else to Lemarchand, who wasted no time in laying claim to her blonde’s ankles.
Draaaaaaaaaagging Jacobs from the corner to the center, Lenore tossed her legs aside and dropped down across the Innovator’s midriff. Both legs hooked, she folded Jacobs in half and nodded along for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Jenny forced the brunette away, sat up and hugged her roiling gut. Lenore didn’t bother to question the count, nor did she waste breath on a taunt. Rather she filled her hands with the blonde’s battle-sweaty hair and yanked her to verticality. Defiant no matter the circumstances, Jacobs tried to shove Lemarchand away and suffered a spanking thigh across the midsection for her troubles. Jenny doubled over so Lenore crouched down, all the better to slip an arm between her thighs. Then she cradled her other arm across the back of Jacobs’s neck and straightened up. She turned in a single circle, wanting to make sure the fans and the cameras knew it was FAWN’s longest running IC champ getting her ass kicked.
“Get ready, tuff girl.” the Raven warned. “This is going to hurt.” Lemarchand ‘hupped’ the blonde burden off her shoulders, laid out on her back and raised both knees to THWHUMP Jenny’s already aching abs with a Double Knee Gutbuster straight from Emily’s playbook. Jacobs bounced hard, rolled over and found her legs collected in a harsh grasp. Looking for a little style now, Lemarchand pinned Jenny’s boots over her head, stepped forward and dropped to her knees so that she was seated atop the back of her rival’s thighs. The Jacobites, fearing another disheartening setback for their leader, lent every bit of support they could even while Lemarchand’s supporters roared out…
DOUBLE KNEE GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kIePV-zZVS4
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Jenny bucked Lenore off and turned onto her stomach all in the same spasmodic movement. At the moment she didn’t look like one of the most domineering champions in FAWN’s recent memory. Rather she looked like a game, but outmatched wrestler enduring a very thorough ass kicking. Beside her, Lenore allowed herself the shortest of respites to take a deep breath and smooth her hair. Once that was settled she grabbed hold of the Innovator’s hip n’ shoulder and rolled her onto her back. No words were offered, but Lemarchand patted Jenny’s tummy in most possessive fashion, a not too subtle hint at what came next. Jacobs only moaned, so Lenore grabbed her hands and forced them to her sides before she pushed to verticality. Stalking to the corner that worked best, the Raven slipped out onto the apron and climbed to the third floor as easily as any Lightweight. With Jenny laid out far below, Lemarchand hooked her thumbs and raised them to the rafters. Her raven was greeted by thousands more, this handmade flock offering a suitable backdrop for the Courtier when she leapt out into the void. Tucking in a split second after takeoff, Lenore flipped over and brought every bit of her weight down on Jenny’s NO!
Jacobs rolled toward the corner at the last second, leaving her rival to smash down on empty can--NO!
Lemarchand adjusted in mid-descent to hit the mat in a high speed tumble that brought her to verticality more than halfway across the ring. Blonde and brunette rose at the same time and though both were aware of the thunderous applause, neither had time for anything but the woman on the other side of the squared circle. No hesitation, they charged at a full sprint with shoulders cocked and Clotheslines at the ready. But when Lenore lashed out Jenny dipped beneath, albeit with a mere whisper between herself and a concussion. Stopping herself after a few steps, Lemarchand spun around for a second pass and THWHUNK! Already airborne, Jenny laced her hands behind the brunette’s neck and pulled her face down into her right knee, which she’d raised to chest level. Wild cheers from the Jacobites when Jenny landed on her back and Lenore launched into the air, the willowy battler caught flush on the jaw by her opponent’s Single Knee Facebuster.
SINGLE KNEE FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eCyqo1dcofk
Quick to respond despite the amount of punishment she’d absorbed, the NorCal Sensation crawled over to Lemarchand, threaded an arm through her upturned legs and jammed a shoulder against the pits of her knees to keep her down for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lenore kicked her away and slopped over on one side, clearly dazed following her foe’s noggin-rattling reversal of fortune. Jenny on the other hand was feeling better than she had in a long time and she wasted no time cutting into Lemarchand’s lead. “Up. Up birdy!” the blonde commanded as she filled her hands with the taller woman’s hair. Switching to a more ref-friendly Wristlock once she’d hauled Lenore upright, Jacobs stepped toward an empty corner, dropped a shoulder and sent Lemarchand on her way with a hard Irish Whip.
Instinct kept the brunette on her feet and slowed her down just enough to turn back-first into the unpleasant collision. What it didn’t do was prevent Jenny from flying in from several feet out with a huge hip & shoulder check that BWUUUNGED the Raven against the thinly-padded buckles. Staggered but not dropped, Lemarchand came out of the corner with a huge Haymaker aimed at Jenny’s skull.
“Too slow, baby!” Jacobs chided as she hooked Lenore’s punchin’ arm with her right bicep. Then she spun the Fair & Radiant Maiden around in a quick circle and busted out a little twirl of her own, all the better to go airborne for the Tornado Kick she THWHACKED against Lemarchand’s temple. Weaving like a drunk now, Lenore would’ve gone down on her rump if she hadn’t collapsed into the buckles she’d so recently occupied. Jenny noted this and went straight from a crouch to a back handspring that put her down almost on the far side of the ring. Accompanied by the roar of her fans, JJ raced back the way she’d come, took to the skies and THWHUMPED her knees into Lenore’s chest in a bit of high energy payback from earlier in the match.
INNOVATIVE ASSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eyjLUtLYbjs
Short of breath and equilibrium after that high-speed retribution, Lemarchand baby stepped out of the buckles and would’ve assuredly fallen flat on her face if Jenny hadn’t grabbed her around the right knee and lifted her leg off the mat.
“Gotcha now, Lenny. Contract’s mine!”
Jacobs twisted around so that her back was to the brunette and Lenore’s captured leg was cinched under her right arm. A Back Elbow to the mush put a stop to any resistance the Courtier might’ve had on her mind and made it that much easier to collect her noggin in a Side Headlock of sorts. Grinning along with her fans, Jacobs muscled Lenore up off her plant foot and took a few big steps to better illustrate her complete control. Once the point was made she hopped up, tossed Lemarchand’s trapped leg backward and dropped to her tush to THWHONK the other grappler with Rube Goldberg’s Bulldog. Lenore bounced emphatically, then rolled onto her back. She offered no other resistance when Jenny slid across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
RUBE GOLDBERG'S BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWeut3YFnlc
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOO!
Lemarchand shot a shoulder off the mat so late Castle threw a look at the Timekeeper to make sure he didn’t call for the bell in error. Simultaneously displeased and motivated by the brunette’s continued resistance, Jenny grabbed a big handful of hair and gave Lenore’s head a brisk shake. “You ready to throw in the towel, Lenore? Or can I kick your ass a little while longer?”
“Buuuhhhh…. bring it on, sweet cheeks.” the Raven moaned. “Just don’t gimme any tears when it’s MY boot on your NNGGGGH!”
Jenny stiffed her across the mouth with a Forearm Smash then shook her head back n’ forth simply for the catfighting joy of it. Switching to a Front Facelock when it looked like Castle was gonna make noise, Jenny stood up and forced Lenore to do the same. After landing a few sturdy Kneelifts to the belly, the NorCal Sensation slipped around behind her brunette and wedged her head under Lemarchand’s left arm. “No need to worry about my ass right now, skinny.” Jenny noted while curling her right arm around the brunette’s waist. “These pert little cheeks though…. they’re about to have a problem.”
Left hand braced against the back of Lenore’s left thigh, Jacobs muscled the bigger battler onto the point of her left shoulder and held her there. The crowd certainly didn’t mind, as this particular arrangement offered them an excellent view of Lenore’s backside. The woman herself was less enamored with her position, not that she could do much about it, especially once the blonde started spinning. While she never quite achieved Airplane Spin velocity, Jenny made sure it was a most disorienting experience for her opposition, one that ended only when she swung Lenore forward and down and sank to one knee to THWHUMP Courtier glutes courtesy a huge Atomic Drop!
Mouth dropped open in a wheezing sob, Lemarchand rose onto her tiptoes and minced away with both hands pressed to her throbbing rump. Jenny watched her go, decided she wasn’t feigning the hurt and raced on by to bounce off the ropes directly ahead of the wobbly Raven. Staying the course until she practically on top of the other woman, Jacobs put her hands on Lenore’s shoulders and launched herself straight up. She ‘smecked’ her legs shut around Lemarchand’s head at the apex, then snapped her hips backward to flip Em’s Lady in Waiting over onto the back of her head and shoulders. The Spike ‘Rana hit full force, leaving Lenore stunned and stretched out flat while Jacobs scooped her legs behind the knee. With the brunette bundled up tight, Jenny pressed her thighs together and settled down, burying her foe in buttock while Castle counted….
SPIKE 'RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9slGbANbEFQ
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOO!
Lenore’s legs transformed from overcooked pasta to steel cables and yanked Jenny down onto her back with less than a heartbeat to spare. Suddenly it was the Innovator struggling to pull her arms from beneath Lemarchand’s shins, Jenny struggling to free her wriggling legs from Lenore’s arms. Eager for a little payback after that wicked Atomic Drop, the brunette cupped her hands and applied them to Jenny’s breasts as forcibly as she could. Jenny wailed aloud and redoubled her efforts, only vaguely aware that Lenore pulsed her claw in time with the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds rolled away at the last possible second, much to the relief of the Jacobites. Too relieved to notice she had one arm pressed against her aching chest, Jenny hurried to boot leather and reared back for-- CRAAACK! Lenore snapped her head back with a Super Kick from deep in left field. Legs all but turned off, Jenny found herself bullied into the ropes by a furiously resurgent Raven. Enraged by the tawdry cheek to cheek scrubbing, Lenore cupped one hand against Jenny’s chin and puuuuusssssshed her head backward over the top rope at a remarkably unpleasant angle.
“So you want to fight like all the other tacky little blondes, is that it?” the Courtier snarled. “Then you’ll be used to this!” She flattened her free hand into a paddle and paintbrushed Jacobs’s cheeks half a dozen times before the official started to count. He’d just reached ‘TWO!’ when Jenny shoved Lenore’s mitt off her chin and snatched a savage double handful of hair.
Twisting her hips to reverse their positions on the strands, JJ tummied into the taller wrestler and spat, “Slap me again and I’ll break your goddamned beak! Got me, bird braiNNNGGGHHH!”
Lenore retaliated with a Kneelift to the pit of her attacker’s stomach, then pivoted slightly to apply the broadside of her thigh. Jenny ‘ooofffhhhed’, backed off and got caught in a Front Facelock for her troubles. Quick to throw Jacobs’s near arm across her shoulders, Lemarchand pushed off and twisted around so her back was once again facing the ring. In that same instant she threaded her right arm behind the NorCal Sensation’s left thigh to grab hold of Jenny’s left knee. Doing so bent the blonde’s right leg in an unpleasant ‘4’ that effectively reduced her footing by half. The Jacobites were trying to warn their leader to the lurking danger when Lemarchand hoisted her from six to midnight in a single jerk. None of Emily’s stalling or Susan’s theatrics, Lenore simply laid out on her back and THWHONKED the crown of Jenny’s skull into the canvas courtesy her Bleak December Brainbuster. She floated over into a Crossbody immediately thereafter but instead of hooking the far leg she pushed up, swung her own leg over and slid back into a snug Reverse Face Sit! Boots tucked firm against the sides of Jenny’s head, the brunette palmed the Innovator’s belly in both hands and pushed down, forcing even more air from her lungs as Castle counted…
BLEAK DECEMBER @ 00:53
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j1nzylCY1Lo
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Jenny sank her nails into Lenore’s rump and shoved her off by the slimmest of margins. “You bytch.” Jacobs huffed as she clambered to her feet. “You just bit off more than you can WHOAAHNOWAYSWEETIE!”
Lemarchand grabbed hold of Jenny’s left wrist and slung or toward the ropes, or at least that was the intention before JJ reversed momentum on the Whip and sent Lenore in her place. Hardly discomfited by this change of plans, Lenore hit the ropes at full speed and shot back to the center of the ring where she sprang over the former Intercontinental Champion in a gorgeous Leap--”NNNGGGHHH!” Jenny caught the brunette’s right ankle in the crook of her right arm and gave it a sharp jerk. Transformed from Leapfrog to Flapjack in an instant, Lenore THWHUMPED down hard on her face, chest and belly.
The impact of it rolled her onto her back, which wouldn’t have been terrible if Jenny hadn’t been right there to collect her ankles. “Good match, Lenny.” Jacobs already had Lenore’s right shin angled across the pit of her left knee. “But you were never going to win. I want this too much.” She reached through the center of the ‘4’ created by those folded gams and laced her fingers against the dense meat of Lemarchand’s left thigh. Sensing the Ladder was close, the FAWNatics gathered their voices for a cheer only to shout in surprise when Lenore THWHACKED a Forearm Smash across her foe’s cheek.
Jenny wavered but didn’t let loose so the Raven snatched a handful of hair to hold her in place for half a dozen more shots to the mug. The last one finally freed Lenore’s legs and she celebrated by stuffing her feet against Jenny’s chest and pushing as hard as she could. Jacobs backpedaled like a drunk, hit the ropes and came off a helluva lot faster than anyone would’ve imagined, especially Lenore. Still flat on her back after the narrow escape, she could only aim her feet toward the Innovator’s abs and hope for a Monkey-- Jenny dove over the outstretched gams headfirst and landed in a neat little tumble a short distance from the other woman. Popping to her feet at the precise moment Lenore kipped to hers, Jenny sprang at the Courtier with fingers crooked for THWHAP!
Lenore exploded through the blonde’s clutches to smash the point of right elbow against Jacobs’s exposed chin. Jenny swooned around in a half circle, her legs seemingly turned to rusted sticks while the rest of her was all trembling jelly. She would’ve crumpled onto her face if Lemarchand hadn’t reached between her legs and grabbed hold of her left wrist. Pulling it through even as she pushed on the base of Jenny’s neck with her other hand, Lenore doubled the Innovator over and turned her all in a single motion. A Standing Headscissors provided another anchor point, as did the second Pumphandle on the blonde’s dangling wrist. Only sorry she couldn’t take a moment to pat Jenny’s tush, Lenore looked dead at the camera and said, “Here I come, Marvel.”
Cameras erupted all over the arena as Lemarchand flipped Jacobs off her feet for the Nevermore and they went off again when Jenny clamped her legs around the brunette’s unsuspecting noggin and THWHUMPED her over onto her back with a vicious Hurricanrana from deep in left field! Lenore’s legs bounced up on impact and Jacobs hooked ‘em behind the knees, all the better to keep her pinned in place when she leaaaaaaaaaaaaned forward. Her forehead was mere inches from the canvas when Castle swooped in to count….
ONE….
TWO….
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lenore didn’t just kick out, she powered Jenny back and down into a Sunset Flip that put the shocked Innovator’s shoulders on the mat! Hooked on for dear life, the Raven leaned into Jenny’s upturned haunches and nodded along for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Jenny broke loose with a ragged somersault and clamped down on the brunette’s ankles even before she’d regained her feet. Crossing them into the ‘4’ in a heartbeat, she reached through, locked her hands and bent her knees but rather than turn Lemarchand she flipped over in a tight bridge that put Lenore’s butt in the air and pressed Jenny’s battle-sweaty back flush to her opponent’s panicked face! Struggling wildly against the surprise cradle, Lenore pounded a baker’s dozen of vicious fists into Jenny’s flanks while Castle tolled…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Jenny let loose at once and rolled away sobbing with hurt and delight. Aching though she was, the NorCal Sensation made sure she was on one knee when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… JENNY JACOBS! She has now earned the right to face Sydney Deschain at Season’s Beatings!”
Elsewhere, Lenore sat up and ran both hands through her hair. Her face didn’t betray much in the way of emotion, but one glance at the disconsolate look in her eyes made it clear how much the loss hurt. After a few deep breaths she pushed to her feet and started for the ropes.
“Lenore.” Jenny called. Though she was in no mood to hear Jacobs’s voice, Lemarchand knew there might be useful information forthcoming. So she turned to face the triumphant blonde. “What do you want, Jenny?”
“I just…” Jenny stopped, her expression troubled. She knew what she wanted to say, it was how to say it that proved problematic. “Thank you. Not for the contract, the match itself. It’s the first clean finish I’ve had since I came back. I know that doesn’t mean a lot to you right now, but it does to me, so… thank you.” Jacobs looked like she might’ve extended her hand but ultimately decided against it.
That was good. Lenore wasn’t sure she could’ve shaken her hand just then. “You’re welcome, Jenny. Don’t get too quick with those thank you’s, though. Because you still owe me a favor. And if you try to turn me down when I cash it in… well, that would be a bad idea.”
“I’m not scared of you, Lenore.” Jenny answered simply.
“I know you’re not. And I hope that’s still true after the next time we share this ring.” Lenore headed for the ropes without waiting for a reply. Jenny looked after her, sighed and started to turn. That’s when the Raven added, “Don’t you dare lose in December, Jenny. Because if Sydney Deschain beats you again… if she goes out of here without a loss to her name in 2015... I will be angry. And with the Marvel retired, I won’t have any target for that anger, save yourself. Understand?”
“Perfectly. Now you understand me. Good as she is, Sydney Deschain’s gonna retire on a loss. Once she’s walked through that curtain for the last time, you and I can settle up anytime you want.”
Lenore’s dark eyes flashed. “Win or lose, I think we’ll be seeing a lot of each other. And sooner than you might suspect. Sleep well, Jenny Jacobs. I know I will.”
The Fair & Radiant Maiden departed for good then, leaving Jenny alone in the ring she’d claimed as her own. Dismissing Lemarchand’s portentous words with a single shake of her head, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds ran to the nearest corner and hopped onto the second rope. J’s raised high, she looked down into the camera on the floor and bellowed,
“You and me Sydney, one more time! No Lisa! No Sisters! No Celia! No excuses! Get ready for your first… and WORST… loss of the year!”