Post by alyadmirer on Aug 12, 2016 22:31:29 GMT
The Announcer stepped into the center of the ring and summoned the next combatant. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from the Red Hook Section of Brooklyn New York, she weighs one hundred and twenty five pounds and stands at five feet five inches tall. She is the Queen of the Facebusters Tribe, the Happy Anarchist, the Glad Bomber, this is MADDY CRANE!
CUT THE CORD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ly8ahont1bA&nohtml5=False
The sound of her name elicited cheers from the crowd and a blat of static from the speakers, the former quickly smoothing out into a reedy whistling. Said whistle was soon joined by a chorus of voices and then augmented by the grinding guitars and smashing drums of Shinedown’s ‘Cut The Cord’. Maddy appeared shortly thereafter, the redhead fireplug stepping through the curtain armored in an ear to ear grin. At the moment her battle attire was obscured by a simple black tee-shirt emblazoned with a slight modification on a familiar phrase:
Girl of 8,675,310 Holds
MADDY CRANE:
Snorting as the first of the FAWNatics buzzed over the jab, Crane peeled the shirt over her head, tossed it away and started down the aisle. Tonight she wore a black sports bra top and matching bikini bottoms crisscrossed with thin red belts worn bandolier style. As mentioned previously her pads and boots were the same shiny red while the latter was emblazoned with @#$&*! in bold white strokes.
Speeding up as she closed on the ring, Maddy bounded on the apron and grabbed the top rope in both hands. She paused just long enough the message stamped across her briefs: LIPS GO HERE. Then she vaulted over the strands and stormed to the center of the ring. Whirling to face the hard camera, Mads dropped to one knee, stretched her arms out and back and dipped her head in a sly nod. “Bring every single move you got, JJ.” she told the blonde waiting backstage. “I promise you I’ve got an answer for every single one of ‘em.”
Shinedown was still echoing in the rafters when the Announcer carried on. “And introducing her opponent, 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 SAYS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MGICoNYu2zQ
JENNY JACOBS:
The Jacobites let loose with a thunderous roar when ‘Jenny Says’ hit the speakers. Sending Lisa to the nuthouse proved extremely satisfying, no question, but a good deal of Jenny’s faithful had been waiting for her to settle up with the Princess of the Punchline. Now they finally had their wish and they got that much louder when the woman in question blew through the curtain. Forcing herself to stop atop the stage instead of racing straight to the ring, Jenny threw up the Double J’s. “DREAM’S BEEN DENIED, NOW IT’S TIME TO PUT THIS JOKER IN HER PLACE! YOU READY?” They said they were and so the NorCal Sensation launched into the sprint she’d delayed only moments prior.
For this clash with the Original Pranksta, Jenny sported 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:
MADDY’S GOT YOUR NUMBER, JENNY!
AND THAT’S NO JOKE!
Jenny slowed to a stop, her blue eyes narrowed slightly. “There’s nothing funny about what’ll happen in that ring tonight. Maybe you should come up with a knock-knock joke to make her feel better after she taps out.” The sign-holder started to respond but Jacobs was already sliding under the bottom rope. On her feet immediately thereafter, she strode to the middle of the ring and raised the Double J’s to a solid wall of noise. “Finally got what you wanted, Maddy. Hope you’re ready.”
Crane offered her a hard, competitive smile. “You’ll find out when we lock up, JJ. Now get back to your corner. You’re blocking my view of the popcorn guy.”
Jacobs rolled her eyes and did as suggested only because she knew she’d have her hands all over the big-mouthed battler sooner rather than later.
Eager though they were to get started, neither Jenny or Maddy moved from their corners with the sound of the bell. Rather they maintained eye contact, each waiting to see if the other would drop her gaze. She didn’t. In the end it was Crane who started across the canvas first, though Jenny was only a step or two behind. Closing in at the center of the ring, the redhead extended a fist and Jacobs returned it, somewhat to her surprise.
“Don’t expect a lot of that tonight, Mads.” Jenny’d began to circle immediately after the knuckle bump. “I didn’t come here for a catfight or a bar brawl, but I am going to wrestle you into the mat for the next twenty minutes. I don’t appreciate sneak attacks.”
Maddy leaned forward and rolled her shoulders, an unconscious imitation of Sydney Deschain’s usual crouch that just gave Jacobs another reason to kick her ass. “Nothing sneaky about that attack, Jenny. As I recall we were standing face to face when it happened. And that’s what you get for trying to poach Dream from me.”
Jenny’s blue eyes narrowed. “Poach? Do you remember what that bytch did to-you know what? Never mind.” The Innovator lunged in for a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up and Crane welcomed her in, the pair of fan favorites meeting with a sturdy tummy on tummy ‘smeck!’ as the crowd cheered ‘em on. Fingers dug in at shoulder and bicep, blonde and redhead went forehead to forehead as they attempted to impose their will on the other.
Maddy struck first in that regard, suddenly twisting behind Jacobs to force her left arm up between her shoulders in a Hammerlock. “I didn’t forget what she did to you, Jenny.” Crane noted as she forced her foe to rise onto tiptoe. “No one did. Just like no one doubted you could beat her if given a fair chance. You’ve beaten her and how many other former World Champions before? Know how many I’d beaten before March to War? None. I needed eerrrgggghhh!”
Jenny spun free of the Hammerlock, curled an arm around the back of Maddy’s noggin and jerked her down into the sort of Side Headlock she usually reserved for bitter rivals. “Tell you what, Maddy. Let some psychotic bytch steal a year from your career, then come back and tell me if you give two shyts about waiting in line for a match when you get back!” She squeezed the Headlock a little harder and pulled Crane’s temple against the point of her hip, really grinding it in. “It was a whole year, Maddy! A whole year I sat on the sidelines watching the egomaniac run her mouth about how she ruined my career. Then, when I DO come back, she and her crazy nurses ruin my shot at NNGGGGGGGGHH!”
Maddy drove an elbow into the blonde’s ribs, then grabbed a wrist and prized her way free of the Headlock. In the next instant she stepped back and twisted Jenny’s arm in a wide, smooth circle. Another two passes with the Arm Wringer followed before Crane rose up on her toes and pushed Jacobs’s hand back toward her elbow in a painfully simple tactic. “You’d beaten her before, Jenny. Everyone knew you’d beat her again. No one EVER doubts you. You’ve never had to worry about the fans or the brass thinking you’re just a comedy act. You just do your flips and twists, then waltz out here and DAMMIT!”
Already down on one knee to alleviate the pressure in her wrist, shoulder and elbow, Jenny tucked her head in and somersaulted forward. That shift undid all of Maddy’s torque and when the NoCal Sensation regained her feet she claimed the redhead’s back and caught her arms in a brawny Full Nelson. Pressing down hard enough to force Maddy’s chin into the top of her own décolletage, Jacobs drilled a few short, stern knees into the redhead’s undefended backside. “I knew what you were trying to do, Mads. Really I did, and I would’ve left her to you, but then she ruined my return against Sydney. That woman stole the most important victory of my career from me, no way I was gonna let her OW! OOWWW! STOP IT MADDY, THAT’S CHEAP!”
The Princess of the Punchline didn’t stop, she just braced her right heel against Jacobs’s bare shin and raaaaaaaaaked down as hard as she could. It didn’t break the Full Nelson, in truth it didn’t even loosen it very much, it did however disrupt Jenny’s vertical base long enough for Crane to stamp her way to the ropes. Stepping over the bottom rope to make sure Merle knew she wanted a break, Maddy kept her voice unusually soft as she spoke to her opponent. “You were never going to beat Sydney, Jen. She’s your Kryptonite and everyone in the locker room but you knows AAARRRGGGGGHH BYTCH!”
Jenny released the Nelson as soon as Merle asked it of her, but then she crooked her fingers into talons and scored Crane from the shoulders on down to the small of her back. Still bristling, she flattened her right hand into a paddle and SMACKED Maddy across the back of the head!
Crane yelped, pulled herself out of the ropes and rounded on the blonde with fire in her eyes. “What the HELL was that?”
“You gotta lot of nerve asking that after the shyt that just came out of your mouth, Maddy.” Jacobs growled. “You want this business to take you seriously? Try thinking before you--”CRAAACK!
Maddy came off the ropes and Jenny in the mouth hard enough to turn the Innovator around in a stumbling half circle. “How’s that for serious, Jenny? Think you can focus on me now or do you still want to mope about being Sydney’s byt--”
Jacobs swept her into a second Collar & Elbow, only this one devolved into a mutual hair pull almost immediately. Silent save for the occasional gasps and hisses that came with trying to remove great portions of an opponent’s scalp, Crane and Jacobs bullied each other all over the squared circle until Maddy managed to stuff her foe into the nearest corner. Jenny grimaced but didn’t bother to call for the official, she just angled a foot over the bottom rope and kept at her campaign to snatch the snarky tramp bald.
Mads did much the same, clearly not caring how many of the Jacobites booed. She’d had enough of Jenny’s crap and now that they were alone in this ring she was gonna--
“All right you two, that’s enough!” Merle swatted both ladies on the shoulders to make sure he had their attention. “Open your hands and raise ‘em high. Maddy, step back once you’re clear, I want a clean break now!”
Neither woman seemed particularly interested in doing as the official bade, yet they didn’t want to deal with any more of his interference, so they freed their fingers and Crane cleared off without further prompting. Smoothing out her hair with both hands, Jenny took a deep breath and muttered, “You really want to throw Sydney in my face, Mads? Considering all the times Lisa left you stretched out like a no-talent losNNNNGGGGHH!”
Maddy didn’t exactly slap her, but she put the heel of her right palm against Jenny’s cheek and pie-faced her from wrist to elbow in a single savage swipe. Merle squawked indignation and moved in to separate them, only Maddy had already cleared out of the corner. “This isn’t about Lisa or Sydney, JJ. This is about you and me finding out who’s better when we share this ring.”
Jacobs dabbed a thumb against the corner of her mouth, checking for blood. Finding none, she looked at the Original Pranksta and smiled. “That’s no mystery, Maddy. Everyone knows the answer already, you’re the only one who’s not willing to say it out loud.”
“I took you to the limit the first time we fought, Jenny. Even the Ladder couldn’t break me, though God knows you tried. But if you think you’re stronger… if you think you’re better, then prove it.” Maddy raised her left hand and curled it into a loose claw.
Jenny didn’t even pretend to think about it, she stormed out of the corner and slapped a palm against the redhead’s. “Passing out in a hold doesn’t make you tough, sweetie. It makes you too dumb to realize when you’re helpless. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure EVERYONE knows it before the night is over.”
The fingers of blonde and redhead interlocked and instantly Jacobs rose up the opposite hand, the first to offer this time, Crane greedily accepted and both hands were locked overhead, but only for an instant. In that split-second, Double J spun her arms in outside-turning loops, twisting Maddy’s limbs into a painful upturned version of the lock that Jenny controlled fiercely. Crane rose to tiptoes to tried and relieve the pressure, her perfect pearlies gritting wide.
“This doesn’t prove…”
The Original Pranksta didn’t get to finish her retort as Jacobs raised a boot and thrust it into Maddy’s left knee, the redhead quickly genuflecting in front of Jacobs. Jenny spun and stepped over the lowered shoulders of her foe, ending in a stance above Maddy’s noggin from behind. The NoCal Sensation clamped down with a Standing Headscissors, the flaxen-haired veteran locking her legs at the ankles.
As Crane started to sweep her arms around the thighs of Jacobs, perhaps to lift Jenny to an electric chair, the Innovator simply fell forward, landing on her chest and palms, while the brown-eyed loudmouth got to meet the canvas face-first with a wicked THUMP.
The in-ring genius of Jenny could rarely be measured and as she released her Scissors and rolled away from Crane, Maddy remained grounded by the lethal ingenuity, hands to her face, boots pattering against the canvas as she checks her nose, hoping it remained in something close to a straight line.
A nasal complaint from Crane was difficult to translate, but it’s clear she’s not in a joking mood as she pushes to her feet. Jacobs was ready and waiting for Crane and she put another over on Maddy. Timing her surge to perfection, Jenny waited until the rotating Crane was headed in her direction. She reached around the back of Maddy’s neck. With her handholds in place, Jacobs leapt into a tuck tight to the mug of the mirthmaker and dropprf to the canvas, pulling the redhead along for the ride.
DOUBLE KNEE FACEBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=56v0bXIy7nU
The Facebreaker sent Maddy flying into the air, Crane rocked off her feet from the impact and landing heavily on her spinal column. The loudmouth held her features with both hands as if she’s trying to keeping them from falling off her skull, cursing through her fingers at the golden-haired grappler.
“I’ve always heard comedians do better if their face has a lot of…character,” Jacobs informed as she crawled toward the grounded Maddy. “Maybe stand-up should be your full-time job.”
Double-J reached Maddy and grabbed an arm twisting Crane to her chest while leaning in close alongside. Sweeping the near arm up and behind her, she captured the flagging redhead in a Crossface, her Border City Stretch already drawing grunts of effort and mewls of pain from the brat.
BORDER CITY STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2p1ss5VhZg
Jenny wrenched on the neck and back of the trapped Crane, not to mention working over the battered face of her foe.
“Did you learn anything?” Jenny huffed. “I’m willing to rip your head off your shoulders to see if you have. SUBMIT!”
Crane apparently hadn’t as she groaned in anguish but used her free hand to dig into the canvas and drag herself and Jacobs close enough to the ropes to wrap a palm around the bottom cable. Merle called for the break and a frustrated Jacobs, realizing Crane would need further instruction, released her hold and hopped to her feet.
The blonde backed to the middle or at least a step or two in that direction.
“As for Syd,” Jenny shouted over the official’s shoulder. “I guess I’m lucky you couldn’t hold a candle.”
The words seemed to pump adrenaline into the bloodstream of the redhead and, as she rolled her shoulders and stretched her back, Maddy climbed to boot-leather and turned to face the competition.
“We’ll have to guess on that one since Syd never got around to facing me. You? We know she beat YOU down like a stepchild. Probably not a good thing to keep bringing her up.”
Jenny’s face turned crimson and she’s snorting like a bull.
“You know the FAWNatics don’t want you to go away mad, right?” Crane continued. “Like Lisa, they just want you to go away.”
The Innovator could contain herself no further. She moved to Maddy and, with the brat still in the ropes, Merle plays crossing guard. But Jacobs won’t have it, sweeping him aside like an afterthought. In the time it took to do so, however, Maddy shot a Toe Kick DEEP into the tanned tummy of Double J, doubling her at the waist.
A rejuvenated Crane lifted a right elbow high, drew it in for a smooch and delivered it in bionic fashion to the crown of Jenny’s cranium. Jacobs dropped to one knee in seeming supplication and Maddy takes great pleasure in repeating the measure with her left elbow. This one dropped Jacobs to her back, the blonde cradling her throbbing noggin with both hands.
“Are we ready to show the good people of Orlando who the real joke is?” Maddy asked, collecting the Innovator by a wrist and ripping Jacobs to her feet.
Crane didn’t give a chance for the bruised blonde to answer, spinning her in a wheeling version of an Irish whip that first appeared as though it would send Jacobs sprinting to the far buckles but instead Maddy held on an extra half turn and BLASTED Jenny into the near version chest first.
A huge burst of breath escaped Double-J’s lips as the rampaging redhead from Red Hook hustled to the opposite corner. Maddy tagged the top buckles and spun into a sprint toward Jacobs’ six. A dazed Jenny got precious little warning from the crowd as Crane speeds toward her and launched from several feet out delivering a Superman Punch to Jenny’s ass!
Jacobs’ reaction was one for the books as she’s sent leaping in a flip over the ropes, hands shooting to her abused behind. With those hands occupied, there’s nowhere for Jenny to go but down and she crumbled off the apron and onto the floor, ending on her side, massaging her tailbone.
Inside, a beaming Maddy blew the ‘steam’ off her right fist.
“Best punchline of the night…badda bing.”
The crowd having already exploded over the infernal gluteal attack, did so again for Maddy’s pun. Crane bowed but only in the course of turning and heading for the ropes opposite a wincing, yet ascending Jacobs. The redhead threw her body into the cables with abandon and rebounded at full speed, again coming at Jenny from behind.
Crane baseball slid under the bottom rope and into the throbbing backside of Double-J, pounding her point home again. Jenny lurched forward and cashed into the barricade before slowly leaking down the metal barrier and pooling next to a still vertical Maddy. Crane hovered over the blasted blonde
“You’re right. I don’t hold candles, Jen. I blow’em out.”
Jacobs muttered something and wrapped a hand around the barricade. She would’ve made it to her feet in plenty of time to beat the count, alas, Maddy wasn’t willing to wait so she grabbed the former IC champ by trunks and tresses and ‘helped’ her back to vertical. These hooks proved more than adequate for leading Jenny across the narrow aisle and muscling her under the bottom rope. But rather than simply let her barrel roll into the squared circle, the Sultana of Slapstick swung her blonde around so that Jacobs was stretched out on her stomach with her head hanging over the edge of the apron. Not quite sure what Crane had planned, the FAWNatics murmured in surprise when she hopped onto the apron beside the Innovator and pulled her left kneepad down over her boot. Then she stepped forward, leapt and dropped to the floor to drive the bared joint into the back of Jenny’s skull with a nasty THWHUNK!
APRON KNEE DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7W6973DZha0
Mads hit the blue pads in a tumbling somersault, a far more graceful landing than her opponent, who simply slid down the apron to collect in a boneless blonde puddle. Down on one knee, Crane took a moment to re-adjust her pad but made sure to keep her eyes on the vulnerable battler. “Does that feel like I’m joking around, Jenny? You better up your game or this isn’t going to last long.” Jacobs shook her head ‘no’ whether in negation of Maddy’s prophecy or merely to clear it, no one could say. Whatever her intent, the NoCal Sensation was still quite woozy when her adversary strode over and peeled her off the floor.
Another grip on Jenny’s waistband led to a tug that was more wedgie than guidance, not that Jacobs was in any condition to protest the treatment as she was stuffed under the bottom rope. Maddy slid in after her and laid a restraining hand on Jenny’s shoulder to keep her from creating too much distance. “I don’t think you’re taking me seriously yet, Jenny.” the redhead noted as she took up a position beside the downed wrestler’s left shoulder. “Maybe you don’t see me as a threat. That’s fine, Lisa didn’t either and look where she is now. You’re gonna give me your A-Game sweetheart, even if I have to humiliate you to get it.”
Jacobs’s eyelids fluttered, but didn’t actually open. Didn’t stop her from responding though. “Yuuuhhh… you don’t know what you’re asking for, MaddNNNGGHHH!”
Maddy leapt straight up like she meant to drop another knee, instead she landed on her feet on the other side of the blonde’s noggin and immediately flicked her right foot back to scuff a spiteful shot off her rival’s cheek.
A good deal of the Jacobites booed this bit of showboating but Mads didn’t mind because just as many cheered for more. Oh so happy to oblige them, the Princess of the Punchline worked a hand into Jenny’s hair and hauled her to boot-leather without acknowledging Merle’s squawking over the questionable tactic. Situated behind the reeling lovely, Maddy dipped her head and worked it under Jenny’s left arm while quickly easing her left arm around opposing waist. Her other hand went to the back of Jacobs’s left thigh, which made it that much easier for Crane to hoist her up onto the ball of her right shoulder. When Jenny delivered this move to an opponent she often twirled around in a makeshift Airplane Spin. Maddy only made a single revolution, but she did it slowly, allowing each side of the FAWN arena to note Jenny’s bicycling legs and exposed glutes before she swung down and went to one knee to THWHUMP Jenny’s poor tush courtesy an Atomic Drop.
Jacobs bounced away on impact, one hand reaching for the ropes (which were still some distance removed) and the other pressed to her aching tailbone. A year ago Maddy probably would’ve patted the blonde’s bum or maybe goosed her good, tonight she snagged hold of Jenny’s waistband and reeled her into a stiff Forearm Smash across the lower back. That shot slowed the Innovator’s response time even more, meaning the Happy Anarchist had all the time she needed to spin Jacobs around and slip an arm through her legs. A Fireman’s Carry followed, Maddy boosting Jenny up across her shoulders with an ease that spoke to just how much time she’d spent in the gym as of late. Given the vulnerability of Jenny’s position and the redhead’s penchant for smack talk, the FAWNatics expected at least a barb or two from Crane, but she didn’t allow any time for it. As soon as Jacobs was up she was down again, Maddy tossing / shoving her burden into a short freefall that ended with JJ landing tummy-first across her attacker’s posted right thigh.
GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-uZIE_KDakg
Jenny ‘uuunnnnggghhed!’ doubled up and started to slough off her perch before Maddy curled an arm around her lower back. “This isn’t exactly innovative.” Crane’s usual smile appeared in all its glory as she flattened her other hand into a stern paddle. “But damned if I haven’t been waiting to give it to you for a long time!” CRACK! Maddy brought her hand down and in to clap Jenny a hearty swat across the butt. The spanking that followed didn’t have the duration or ferocity of say a Bittersweet Symphony and yet Jacobs ultimately found this predicament more galling because while the crowd booed Lisa almost universally, they gave Crane a fervent round of applause after they’d reached ‘TEN!’ on their count.
Shoving Jenny away with a domineering little flourish, Maddy crawled after her and stopped any potential escape to the ropes with a rough handful of hair. “Keep your hands out of her hair, Mads.” the ref warned even as she used the grip to haul Jacobs to a seat.
“Nothing wrong with a little hair pulling among friends, Merle.” Maddy quipped. “Isn’t that right, JJ?”
“We’re not friends, MadNNNGGHH!”
Crane pounded a knee between the blonde’s shoulders, then grabbed both of Jacobs’s wrists and pulled ‘em back so she could trap her hands in the pits of her knees. With Jenny’s arms thus neutralized, Maddy CLAPPED her forearms against the sides of her foe’s face, clasped her hands and wrenched back on a perfectly legal Chinlock. “Damn, thanks for reminding me!” the Glad Bomber smirked while she yanked Jenny’s head back and forth. “If you hadn’t I’d still be taking it easy on you!” Jenny had nothing to say to that, so Crane reeeeeeeeeefed back on the Chinlock before abruptly leaning forward so that all her weight was pressed down on Jenny’s back. With the Innovator practically kissing the canvas, Maddy seized a calf in either hand and rocked back to her starting position, a shift that lifted Jenny’s legs and pointed the soles of her boots straight at the rafters. Crossing the blonde’s ankles in a tight little ‘X’, Maddy cupped Jacobs’s outer ankle in both hands and leaned back to put nasty pressure on her hamstrings, knees and diaphragm.
DUAL STUMP PULLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a0fPYQTdsGE
Vision reduced to nothing but her own kneepads, Jenny shook her head and barked “NO!” when Merle asked if she wanted to submit. “Sure about that, Jenny?” Maddy swung her prey’s trapped stems back and forth, the repeated motion turning both ladies in a slow, awkward sort of circle. “You’re showing these people a whole lotta ass right now!” She reached down with one hand and patted NoCal backside to prove it.
Jenny said nothing, choosing instead to wriggle and squirm and otherwise microadjust until THERE! The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds twisted her right arm free of the human knot and reaaaaaaaached for the ropes. They were still about six inches out of reach but with her arm loose Jacobs could pound a few elbows into her attacker’s ribs and she did so with obvious enthusiasm. A half dozen such blows loosened her bonds that much more and a second attempt let her snatch hold of the rubber-coated lifeline. “BREAK!” Jenny demanded at one. “BREAK THE HOLD YOU SNARKY TRAMPNNNNGGGH!”
Maddy tossed Jenny’s legs down and promptly drilled a stiff Forearm Smash into the side of her head. “Watch your mouth, bytch.” Crane muttered as she disengaged entirely, leaving Jenny to slide out onto the relative safety of the apron.
Blessedly free of Maddy’s machinations, Jacobs pushed to one knee and took several deep breaths in an effort to regain her bearings. Much as she hated to admit it, Maddy had upped her game big time and as a result she’d commanded the last few minutes of this match. She wouldn’t let it last though, no one, NO ONE, put Jenny Jacobs across their knee for a spanking without paying a steep, painful price. With that in mind, she got to her feet and flipped the hair out of her face. “Hope you liked putting your hand on my ass, Mads. You’re gonna like it a lot less when I’m putting it on your pointy little nose.”
Crane snorted, her nostrils flaring derisively. “How you gonna do that from way over there, JJ?”
“You’ll find out soon enough. Just like I’ll find out if you’re actually as good a ride as Lisa claim--”
Maddy exploded forward, leapt and fired off another Superman Punch, this one aimed the blonde’s chin. Her angle was true, but Jenny got a forearm up to block the blow without taking any punishment. Snatching the top rope the instant she’d deflected the strike, Jacobs hopped up, leaned hard left and THWHACKED her right foot against the side of her foe’s head in a beautiful little Enzugiri.
It would have been a happy story for the Jacobites if Jenny landed cleanly and set upon the Roastmaster General, but the beating she’s undertaken just prior made it difficult to push her advantage. On one knee next to her horizontal foe, the Innovator shook her head free of an extra cobweb or two and massaged the raised joint.
When Maddy started to push her way up, Jenny was coaxed into action. The blonde took off for the ropes behind and rebounded with only the hint of a limp. Raising a big boot, Jacobs DROVE a Yakuza Kick into the jaw of the redhead, Crane spinning into a jumbled heap.
YAKUZA KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DsXcgmvVvGo&feature=channel_page
“I take you seriously, Maddy,” Jenny huffed after skidding to a stop. “I just don’t take your chances seriously.”
Crane struggled to her knees a few feet away and the Innovator instantly assessed the opportunity. Surging toward the brat, Jenny leapt over the left shoulder of the Original Pranksta and somersaulted in a layout that SLAMMED Maddy’s face into the deck.
SOMERSAULT CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMotlENJjh8
The redhead’s impact left her dazed and motionless, facedown. Jenny popped to a seated position, nodding knowingly. She considered popping the crowd a middle finger for applauding when she was getting her hind end tanned, but instead spun to her feet and took possession of Maddy’s left leg.
Raising it, Jenny scissored the limb and drops atop it, folding it beneath her. With the leg trapped, Jacobs laid on the back of the suddenly squirmy Crane, slipping her arms under and around those of the redhead, linking them with laced fingers in a Full Nelson. The Innovator showed the aptness of her moniker by rolling to her back, placing Maddy on her chest with the full blown, Full Nelson STF.
FULL NELSON STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NU-_CMQKNIM
Wrenching on head and neck, Double J worked the grunting, chirping Crane like a part-time job, demanding Crane give up the futile effort to prove herself more than a thorn in Lisa’s side. To her credit, Merle didn’t receive the required response and after a dozen seconds and a couple rolled off her shoulders to keep from being pinned, Jenny tossed Crane aside.
Rising to her feet, the NoCal Sensation surveyed the situation, proceeding through the thousands of possibilities in her mind before settling. She reached for the head of the wincing redhead and drew the reeling Maddy to vertical. As she did, Crane brought something with her, namely an Uppercut into the breadbasket of the blonde, lifting Jenny to tiptoes. Maddy added another and another before Jacobs retaliated with a stiff forearm across Crane’s back, and a Toe Kick to her tummy.
Doubled in front of the blonde with every hold in the book available was not the place to be and Jenny drew Maddy’s lowered head between her thighs. She wrapped her arms around the gulping tummy of the redhead from Red Hook and launched her foe in a forward flip up her frame, ready to send her rival through the Sledge-o-matic.
But as Maddy reached the Innovator’s shoulders, she pushed up and over. Sliding down Jenny’s back, she corrals the blonde’s head with a Three Quarters Facelock over her shoulder and pulled the back of Jenny’s neck tight to it. Sitting out, Crane delivered a necksnap to Jacobs, Jenny whiplashing away from the impact and flopping to her side, cradling the top of her spinal column with both hands.
Seated next to the bewildered blonde, her own dark eyes somewhat glazed, the sweat-soaked Maddy gave herself a weary hand and the crowd joined along. She pushed to her feet and drags Jacobs the rest of the way there.
“Are ya feeling me now?” Maddy inquired.
“NO!” came the terse response, as Jacobs pushed her way out of a Front Facelock, Maddy stumbling back a few steps.
The redhead charged with a Clothesline but Jenny ducked the effort and, when Crane spun to face her, a Toe Kick was deeply inserted into Maddy’s gut. Quickly tugging the droopy noggin of Crane back between her legs, Jenny again swaddled Maddy’s midriff. But this time, instead of lifting, the Innovator leapt over the back of the dipped Maddy. Her cinched arms were tight enough to drag Crane along for a spectacular ride as Jenny SPIKED the crown of Crane’s braincase into the deck with a Canadian Destroyer.
CANADIAN DESTROYER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-YBs3I8kDuw
Turned into a ragdoll, Maddy popped from between the stems of the blonde, ending face and chest-down, a semiconscious victim of Jenny’s encyclopedia of maneuvers. Jacobs moved to the side of the demolished Crane and shoved the redhead to her back before climbing aboard in a Crossbody pin, Jenny hooking a leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
To the astonishment of all, including Jenny, the Pranksta proved she wasn’t joking by throwing a shoulder off the mat with Merle’s palm no more than an inch from the canvas. Jacobs flashed her baby blues at the zebra, but he shrugged with two fingers rightly raised.
Jenny’s hands reflexively moved to her head, sweeping through her flaxen locks as the FAWNatics cheer the continuation of the match, chanting ‘THIS IS AWESOME’ several times in rapid succession.
From the look on Jacobs’ face, she seemed to disagree, sending a paintbrush ‘whicking’ across Maddy’s face then rising as the cheek of the stirring Crane reddened. Jenny procured Crane’s left leg and turned around the possession of it, quickly collecting the opposite with her back to the redhead. Backing up until Crane becomes more vertical than horizontal, the Innovator angled slowly but surely in order to roll Maddy to her chest.
Once accomplished, the NoCal Sensation dropped into a tight crouch, leaning forward as she did, bringing Maddy’s gams with her in a rousing Inverted Boston Crab that had Crane in a surly mood, first biting her lower lip then yelping in pain as Jenny increased the pressure incrementally.
INVERTED BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pv0CY-AfPAY
Jacobs whispered to the captured Brooklynite.
“You put Lisa in the mental ward, but I’ll put you in Orthopedics if you fail to do the smart thing, which happens to be the right thing on this occasion…AND SUBMIT!”
Braced on her forearms, Crane shook her head ‘no’ in response to the blonde’s demand, then offered a more defiant, “Back off, Merle!” when the ref repeated the query shortly thereafter.
Nonplussed by the resistance, Jacobs rocked up and down to stretch the redhead’s back before cranking up the pressure once more. “I made you pass out the first time we wrestled, Maddy.” Jenny noted when her backside was only a few inches above the small of her opponent’s back. “And I brought you around afterward because we’d had a damned good match. I’d have done that again if you hadn’t dropped me with a cheap shot when I was exhausted. Now I might just leave you knocked out and tits up so Gladiatrix can get a few of those shots they like so HEY!”
Crane puuuuuuushed from her elbows to her hands, an increase in elevation that did nothing for the torque on her spine but improved her mobility a great deal. Honed in on the ropes that were still several feet out of reach, the redhead clambered a few ‘steps’ forward, which forced Jenny to move with her if she didn’t want to relinquish the Crab. “You’re gonna have to knock me out, Jenny.” Crane grumbled as she lumbered toward sanctuary. “Otherwise I’m going to point your ass at the rafters AAAWW F*CK, DAMMIT!”
Not about to let her prey escape a potentially match-winning hold with so little fight, Jenny stood tall and dragged the prone battler all the way back to the center of the squared circle before sitting down in a full squat. “TAP OUT!” Jacobs demanded even as Maddy stifled a shriek in the crook of one elbow. Sensing the redhead was nearing the end of her reserves, the Jacobites started to chant ‘TAP!’ in hopes of speeding Maddy’s capitulation. But after a few seconds another faction responded with ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ and the arena rang with the dueling suggestions for the better part of twenty seconds.
Jenny and Maddy paid it no mind, the former was far too focused on breaking the redhead’s will (and possibly her body) while the latter was bound and determined to escape the hellish predicament. Forced to admit that going for the ropes would only lead to another trip back to start, Maddy grit her teeth and slowly placed both hands flat against the mat. Biding her time until Jacobs rose for another spine-jarring bounce, Crane pushed up with her, then tucked her chin against her chest and swung backward through the blonde’s parted stems. This acrobatic adjustment brought immediate relief to her poor back, yet her legs were still very much in the Innovator’s possession and knowing Jacobs she’d maintain the hold just to roll Crane over onto her belly again.
Steeling herself against the hell she was about to endure, Mads whispered, “Maximum effort.” then hauled herself onto Jenny’s back in a slow motion crunch that had the fans cheering and her back screaming. Yet it all paid off when she curled her right arm around Jenny’s neck and drew her close. “My turn now, JJ.” Maddy cooed in her opponent’s ear. “Hold on, this is gonna hurt.”
Jacobs shook her head, a rather awkward task considering Crane’s encroaching arm. “Wriggle and squirm all you want, honey. You’re the one getting NGH! NGH! NGHHUUURRRK!”
The Glad Bomber pounded her left forearm into the base of Jenny’s neck half a dozen times, then switched over to elbow strikes aimed at her left shoulder. These finally forced the blonde to let loose of Maddy’s left leg. Mads didn’t slide clear though, in fact she locked her ankles and squeezed Jenny’s ribs with a vengeful Bodyscissors. No, Maddy hadn’t wanted down, she’d wanted Jacobs’s arm. And now she had it. Clamping down on the former IC champ’s flailing wrist, Maddy pinned it behind her back in a Hammerlock and neatly slipped her arm through the triangle created by her rival’s forearm and bicep. Clasping her hands against the side of the NoCal Sensation’s face, Crane CRUSHED down on the Scissors and CRAAAAAAAAAANKED back on the Crossface Chickenwing. It wasn’t quite her usual application of FTW! but it Jenny reeling and squealing all the same.
“GIVE IT UP, BABY!” Maddy abandoned her usual taunting tone for flat out bellowing in Jenny’s ear. “GIVE IT UP BEFORE I CHOKE YOU OUT!”
Jenny couldn’t shake her head so she waggled a finger at Merle before crooking her right arm into a ‘V’ and driving it into her attacker’s ribs. Maddy grimaced, made Jenny pay for the resistance with another crushing constriction on the Crossface Chickenwing. “You’re going out, Jenny.” Crane growled. “Might as well submit while you’re still on your feeWHOOOOAAHH!”
Hoping against hope that the redhead was stubborn enough to keep the Chickenwing in place no matter what, Jenny dug deep into her reserves and charged at the nearest corner. She picked up a good head of steam despite the unwanted piggyback rider and more important, she didn’t trip over her feet when she spun around and BWUUUNGED Maddy into the buckles as hard as she could. The Scissors around her waist loosened quite a bit but that wasn’t enough for the Innovator so she clambered forward and flung herself back over and over until she felt Crane’s legs drop away. At that point she could’ve grabbed the ropes to demand a break but Jenny did not, pride wouldn’t allow it. Maddy’d reversed the Inverted Crab into the Crossface Chickenwing without the aid of the strands, so she was going to break it or reverse it with nothing but--
The Sultana of Slapstick surged out of the corner and spun around so Jenny was facing the corner she’d so recently occupied. The idea that she’d made a mistake had barely started to register when Maddy dipped down and popped her hips to sling Jacobs up, over and DOWN onto her face, chest and belly with a ring-rattling Suplex.
CHICKENWING SUPLEX @ 2:47
www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6_Ww3Rvakk
The stunned cheers of the FAWNatics grew even louder when they realized Crane still had hold of her Chickenwing! Twisting around allowed her to haul Jenny to a seat and that was all she needed. Maddy somersaulted over her slumped adversary to land in a high bridge that bent Jacobs forward at a terrible angle while radically increasing the torque on her left arm!
FTW, Maddy Crane to Jenny Jacobs in the center of the ring.
“What do you say, Jenny? What do you say?” Merle asked the folded, struggling battler.
“NO! NO I DON’T GIVE, SHUT UP AND STOP EERRRGGGHH!”
It was Maddy’s turn to bounce her hold and she did so with great relish, each fresh landing putting Jenny’s forehead that much closer to the canvas. “YOU’RE DONE, JJ! ADMIT IT AND I’LL LET YOU GO!”
“F*CK YOU, CRANE! YOU’RE NOT GONNA SUBMIT ME!” Sure it sounded good, but the pain was getting worse with each passing second and Jenny knew she couldn’t hold on forever. Thusly she balled her right hand into a fist and started pounding away on Maddy’s hip, tummy, shoulder, anything she could reach, really. They were solid blows, but poorly aimed because she couldn’t see anything but the canvas directly in front of her face.
Crane took advantage by pressing up on her toes and pushing down until she felt the blonde’s noggin meet mat. “Kiss it, baby.” the redhead whispered even as she tried to scrape Jacobs’s face against the rough material. “Kiss that mat or I’ll never let you--”
“GIVE!” Jenny wailed. “I GIVE, MERLE! JUST GET HER OFFA ME!”
Maddy almost shrieked with delight when the blonde surrendered, but she retained enough ring awareness to maintain her hooks until the bell sounded. Pushing the shuddering blonde away like an afterthought, the Princess of the Punchline scrambled to boot leather and grinned from ear to ear as the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… MADDY CRANE!”
Merle took her hand and raised it high, figuring the redhead would want to bask in what was quite possibly the biggest win of her career. Mads did indeed enjoy the applause, yet she didn’t linger for more than five seconds before pulling away. Pulling away, she walked over to Jenny and placed a boot beside either shoulder. Then she sank to her knees and a comfortable seat on Jacobs’s chest. It wasn’t quite a Front Face Sit, but the FAWN cameras confirmed it as a very high, very snug Schoolgirl Pin, with Jenny’s cheeks framed by Maddy’s thighs and her chin wedged against the fork of her conqueror’s crotch.
“Looks like Gladiatrix is going to get their pics after all.” Maddy reached back with one hand and patted her opponent’s tummy. “But you’re the one getting posterized, baby. Bet that flush in your cheeks looks real good in the pic of the--”
“You’re gonna pay for this, bytch.” Jenny’s voice was soft and furious. “No one humiliates me and gets away with it.”
“This isn’t humiliation. This is an announcement. I’m not a comedy act anymore, Jenny. I just made the longest reigning Intercontinental Champion submit in the middle of the ring. Remember that the next time you’re about to tell me I’m not good enough.”
“You’re NOT good enough!” Jenny hissed. “You’re a snarky little punk that gets lucky just enough to make people believe she’s got real talent. You’re gonna see REAL talent the next time I get you in this ring, Maddy. You’re going to submit at the top of your lungs and I’m not gonna let go until I hear your tears hitting the MMMRRRRGHHHH!”
Maddy grabbed a double fistful of hair, jerked Jacobs’s head forward and stuffed her protesting face into the redhead’s trunks. The victorious Facebuster Queen didn’t bother with a full on Burlingame style grind, she didn’t even smother her rival into unconsciousness, she only pumped her hips a half a dozen times, forcefeeding Jenny a rough preview of what might happen if she didn’t throw some more respect on Maddy’s name.
Tossing Jacobs’s head down after less than ten seconds, Crane got to her feet and planted a domineering boot on the NoCal Sensation’s hip. “I won’t let go so easy next time, bytch.” she promised. “And if you don’t start treating me like an equal, I might not let go at all.”
CUT THE CORD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ly8ahont1bA&nohtml5=False
The sound of her name elicited cheers from the crowd and a blat of static from the speakers, the former quickly smoothing out into a reedy whistling. Said whistle was soon joined by a chorus of voices and then augmented by the grinding guitars and smashing drums of Shinedown’s ‘Cut The Cord’. Maddy appeared shortly thereafter, the redhead fireplug stepping through the curtain armored in an ear to ear grin. At the moment her battle attire was obscured by a simple black tee-shirt emblazoned with a slight modification on a familiar phrase:
Girl of 8,675,310 Holds
MADDY CRANE:
Snorting as the first of the FAWNatics buzzed over the jab, Crane peeled the shirt over her head, tossed it away and started down the aisle. Tonight she wore a black sports bra top and matching bikini bottoms crisscrossed with thin red belts worn bandolier style. As mentioned previously her pads and boots were the same shiny red while the latter was emblazoned with @#$&*! in bold white strokes.
Speeding up as she closed on the ring, Maddy bounded on the apron and grabbed the top rope in both hands. She paused just long enough the message stamped across her briefs: LIPS GO HERE. Then she vaulted over the strands and stormed to the center of the ring. Whirling to face the hard camera, Mads dropped to one knee, stretched her arms out and back and dipped her head in a sly nod. “Bring every single move you got, JJ.” she told the blonde waiting backstage. “I promise you I’ve got an answer for every single one of ‘em.”
Shinedown was still echoing in the rafters when the Announcer carried on. “And introducing her opponent, 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 SAYS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MGICoNYu2zQ
JENNY JACOBS:
The Jacobites let loose with a thunderous roar when ‘Jenny Says’ hit the speakers. Sending Lisa to the nuthouse proved extremely satisfying, no question, but a good deal of Jenny’s faithful had been waiting for her to settle up with the Princess of the Punchline. Now they finally had their wish and they got that much louder when the woman in question blew through the curtain. Forcing herself to stop atop the stage instead of racing straight to the ring, Jenny threw up the Double J’s. “DREAM’S BEEN DENIED, NOW IT’S TIME TO PUT THIS JOKER IN HER PLACE! YOU READY?” They said they were and so the NorCal Sensation launched into the sprint she’d delayed only moments prior.
For this clash with the Original Pranksta, Jenny sported 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:
MADDY’S GOT YOUR NUMBER, JENNY!
AND THAT’S NO JOKE!
Jenny slowed to a stop, her blue eyes narrowed slightly. “There’s nothing funny about what’ll happen in that ring tonight. Maybe you should come up with a knock-knock joke to make her feel better after she taps out.” The sign-holder started to respond but Jacobs was already sliding under the bottom rope. On her feet immediately thereafter, she strode to the middle of the ring and raised the Double J’s to a solid wall of noise. “Finally got what you wanted, Maddy. Hope you’re ready.”
Crane offered her a hard, competitive smile. “You’ll find out when we lock up, JJ. Now get back to your corner. You’re blocking my view of the popcorn guy.”
Jacobs rolled her eyes and did as suggested only because she knew she’d have her hands all over the big-mouthed battler sooner rather than later.
Eager though they were to get started, neither Jenny or Maddy moved from their corners with the sound of the bell. Rather they maintained eye contact, each waiting to see if the other would drop her gaze. She didn’t. In the end it was Crane who started across the canvas first, though Jenny was only a step or two behind. Closing in at the center of the ring, the redhead extended a fist and Jacobs returned it, somewhat to her surprise.
“Don’t expect a lot of that tonight, Mads.” Jenny’d began to circle immediately after the knuckle bump. “I didn’t come here for a catfight or a bar brawl, but I am going to wrestle you into the mat for the next twenty minutes. I don’t appreciate sneak attacks.”
Maddy leaned forward and rolled her shoulders, an unconscious imitation of Sydney Deschain’s usual crouch that just gave Jacobs another reason to kick her ass. “Nothing sneaky about that attack, Jenny. As I recall we were standing face to face when it happened. And that’s what you get for trying to poach Dream from me.”
Jenny’s blue eyes narrowed. “Poach? Do you remember what that bytch did to-you know what? Never mind.” The Innovator lunged in for a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up and Crane welcomed her in, the pair of fan favorites meeting with a sturdy tummy on tummy ‘smeck!’ as the crowd cheered ‘em on. Fingers dug in at shoulder and bicep, blonde and redhead went forehead to forehead as they attempted to impose their will on the other.
Maddy struck first in that regard, suddenly twisting behind Jacobs to force her left arm up between her shoulders in a Hammerlock. “I didn’t forget what she did to you, Jenny.” Crane noted as she forced her foe to rise onto tiptoe. “No one did. Just like no one doubted you could beat her if given a fair chance. You’ve beaten her and how many other former World Champions before? Know how many I’d beaten before March to War? None. I needed eerrrgggghhh!”
Jenny spun free of the Hammerlock, curled an arm around the back of Maddy’s noggin and jerked her down into the sort of Side Headlock she usually reserved for bitter rivals. “Tell you what, Maddy. Let some psychotic bytch steal a year from your career, then come back and tell me if you give two shyts about waiting in line for a match when you get back!” She squeezed the Headlock a little harder and pulled Crane’s temple against the point of her hip, really grinding it in. “It was a whole year, Maddy! A whole year I sat on the sidelines watching the egomaniac run her mouth about how she ruined my career. Then, when I DO come back, she and her crazy nurses ruin my shot at NNGGGGGGGGHH!”
Maddy drove an elbow into the blonde’s ribs, then grabbed a wrist and prized her way free of the Headlock. In the next instant she stepped back and twisted Jenny’s arm in a wide, smooth circle. Another two passes with the Arm Wringer followed before Crane rose up on her toes and pushed Jacobs’s hand back toward her elbow in a painfully simple tactic. “You’d beaten her before, Jenny. Everyone knew you’d beat her again. No one EVER doubts you. You’ve never had to worry about the fans or the brass thinking you’re just a comedy act. You just do your flips and twists, then waltz out here and DAMMIT!”
Already down on one knee to alleviate the pressure in her wrist, shoulder and elbow, Jenny tucked her head in and somersaulted forward. That shift undid all of Maddy’s torque and when the NoCal Sensation regained her feet she claimed the redhead’s back and caught her arms in a brawny Full Nelson. Pressing down hard enough to force Maddy’s chin into the top of her own décolletage, Jacobs drilled a few short, stern knees into the redhead’s undefended backside. “I knew what you were trying to do, Mads. Really I did, and I would’ve left her to you, but then she ruined my return against Sydney. That woman stole the most important victory of my career from me, no way I was gonna let her OW! OOWWW! STOP IT MADDY, THAT’S CHEAP!”
The Princess of the Punchline didn’t stop, she just braced her right heel against Jacobs’s bare shin and raaaaaaaaaked down as hard as she could. It didn’t break the Full Nelson, in truth it didn’t even loosen it very much, it did however disrupt Jenny’s vertical base long enough for Crane to stamp her way to the ropes. Stepping over the bottom rope to make sure Merle knew she wanted a break, Maddy kept her voice unusually soft as she spoke to her opponent. “You were never going to beat Sydney, Jen. She’s your Kryptonite and everyone in the locker room but you knows AAARRRGGGGGHH BYTCH!”
Jenny released the Nelson as soon as Merle asked it of her, but then she crooked her fingers into talons and scored Crane from the shoulders on down to the small of her back. Still bristling, she flattened her right hand into a paddle and SMACKED Maddy across the back of the head!
Crane yelped, pulled herself out of the ropes and rounded on the blonde with fire in her eyes. “What the HELL was that?”
“You gotta lot of nerve asking that after the shyt that just came out of your mouth, Maddy.” Jacobs growled. “You want this business to take you seriously? Try thinking before you--”CRAAACK!
Maddy came off the ropes and Jenny in the mouth hard enough to turn the Innovator around in a stumbling half circle. “How’s that for serious, Jenny? Think you can focus on me now or do you still want to mope about being Sydney’s byt--”
Jacobs swept her into a second Collar & Elbow, only this one devolved into a mutual hair pull almost immediately. Silent save for the occasional gasps and hisses that came with trying to remove great portions of an opponent’s scalp, Crane and Jacobs bullied each other all over the squared circle until Maddy managed to stuff her foe into the nearest corner. Jenny grimaced but didn’t bother to call for the official, she just angled a foot over the bottom rope and kept at her campaign to snatch the snarky tramp bald.
Mads did much the same, clearly not caring how many of the Jacobites booed. She’d had enough of Jenny’s crap and now that they were alone in this ring she was gonna--
“All right you two, that’s enough!” Merle swatted both ladies on the shoulders to make sure he had their attention. “Open your hands and raise ‘em high. Maddy, step back once you’re clear, I want a clean break now!”
Neither woman seemed particularly interested in doing as the official bade, yet they didn’t want to deal with any more of his interference, so they freed their fingers and Crane cleared off without further prompting. Smoothing out her hair with both hands, Jenny took a deep breath and muttered, “You really want to throw Sydney in my face, Mads? Considering all the times Lisa left you stretched out like a no-talent losNNNNGGGGHH!”
Maddy didn’t exactly slap her, but she put the heel of her right palm against Jenny’s cheek and pie-faced her from wrist to elbow in a single savage swipe. Merle squawked indignation and moved in to separate them, only Maddy had already cleared out of the corner. “This isn’t about Lisa or Sydney, JJ. This is about you and me finding out who’s better when we share this ring.”
Jacobs dabbed a thumb against the corner of her mouth, checking for blood. Finding none, she looked at the Original Pranksta and smiled. “That’s no mystery, Maddy. Everyone knows the answer already, you’re the only one who’s not willing to say it out loud.”
“I took you to the limit the first time we fought, Jenny. Even the Ladder couldn’t break me, though God knows you tried. But if you think you’re stronger… if you think you’re better, then prove it.” Maddy raised her left hand and curled it into a loose claw.
Jenny didn’t even pretend to think about it, she stormed out of the corner and slapped a palm against the redhead’s. “Passing out in a hold doesn’t make you tough, sweetie. It makes you too dumb to realize when you’re helpless. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure EVERYONE knows it before the night is over.”
The fingers of blonde and redhead interlocked and instantly Jacobs rose up the opposite hand, the first to offer this time, Crane greedily accepted and both hands were locked overhead, but only for an instant. In that split-second, Double J spun her arms in outside-turning loops, twisting Maddy’s limbs into a painful upturned version of the lock that Jenny controlled fiercely. Crane rose to tiptoes to tried and relieve the pressure, her perfect pearlies gritting wide.
“This doesn’t prove…”
The Original Pranksta didn’t get to finish her retort as Jacobs raised a boot and thrust it into Maddy’s left knee, the redhead quickly genuflecting in front of Jacobs. Jenny spun and stepped over the lowered shoulders of her foe, ending in a stance above Maddy’s noggin from behind. The NoCal Sensation clamped down with a Standing Headscissors, the flaxen-haired veteran locking her legs at the ankles.
As Crane started to sweep her arms around the thighs of Jacobs, perhaps to lift Jenny to an electric chair, the Innovator simply fell forward, landing on her chest and palms, while the brown-eyed loudmouth got to meet the canvas face-first with a wicked THUMP.
The in-ring genius of Jenny could rarely be measured and as she released her Scissors and rolled away from Crane, Maddy remained grounded by the lethal ingenuity, hands to her face, boots pattering against the canvas as she checks her nose, hoping it remained in something close to a straight line.
A nasal complaint from Crane was difficult to translate, but it’s clear she’s not in a joking mood as she pushes to her feet. Jacobs was ready and waiting for Crane and she put another over on Maddy. Timing her surge to perfection, Jenny waited until the rotating Crane was headed in her direction. She reached around the back of Maddy’s neck. With her handholds in place, Jacobs leapt into a tuck tight to the mug of the mirthmaker and dropprf to the canvas, pulling the redhead along for the ride.
DOUBLE KNEE FACEBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=56v0bXIy7nU
The Facebreaker sent Maddy flying into the air, Crane rocked off her feet from the impact and landing heavily on her spinal column. The loudmouth held her features with both hands as if she’s trying to keeping them from falling off her skull, cursing through her fingers at the golden-haired grappler.
“I’ve always heard comedians do better if their face has a lot of…character,” Jacobs informed as she crawled toward the grounded Maddy. “Maybe stand-up should be your full-time job.”
Double-J reached Maddy and grabbed an arm twisting Crane to her chest while leaning in close alongside. Sweeping the near arm up and behind her, she captured the flagging redhead in a Crossface, her Border City Stretch already drawing grunts of effort and mewls of pain from the brat.
BORDER CITY STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2p1ss5VhZg
Jenny wrenched on the neck and back of the trapped Crane, not to mention working over the battered face of her foe.
“Did you learn anything?” Jenny huffed. “I’m willing to rip your head off your shoulders to see if you have. SUBMIT!”
Crane apparently hadn’t as she groaned in anguish but used her free hand to dig into the canvas and drag herself and Jacobs close enough to the ropes to wrap a palm around the bottom cable. Merle called for the break and a frustrated Jacobs, realizing Crane would need further instruction, released her hold and hopped to her feet.
The blonde backed to the middle or at least a step or two in that direction.
“As for Syd,” Jenny shouted over the official’s shoulder. “I guess I’m lucky you couldn’t hold a candle.”
The words seemed to pump adrenaline into the bloodstream of the redhead and, as she rolled her shoulders and stretched her back, Maddy climbed to boot-leather and turned to face the competition.
“We’ll have to guess on that one since Syd never got around to facing me. You? We know she beat YOU down like a stepchild. Probably not a good thing to keep bringing her up.”
Jenny’s face turned crimson and she’s snorting like a bull.
“You know the FAWNatics don’t want you to go away mad, right?” Crane continued. “Like Lisa, they just want you to go away.”
The Innovator could contain herself no further. She moved to Maddy and, with the brat still in the ropes, Merle plays crossing guard. But Jacobs won’t have it, sweeping him aside like an afterthought. In the time it took to do so, however, Maddy shot a Toe Kick DEEP into the tanned tummy of Double J, doubling her at the waist.
A rejuvenated Crane lifted a right elbow high, drew it in for a smooch and delivered it in bionic fashion to the crown of Jenny’s cranium. Jacobs dropped to one knee in seeming supplication and Maddy takes great pleasure in repeating the measure with her left elbow. This one dropped Jacobs to her back, the blonde cradling her throbbing noggin with both hands.
“Are we ready to show the good people of Orlando who the real joke is?” Maddy asked, collecting the Innovator by a wrist and ripping Jacobs to her feet.
Crane didn’t give a chance for the bruised blonde to answer, spinning her in a wheeling version of an Irish whip that first appeared as though it would send Jacobs sprinting to the far buckles but instead Maddy held on an extra half turn and BLASTED Jenny into the near version chest first.
A huge burst of breath escaped Double-J’s lips as the rampaging redhead from Red Hook hustled to the opposite corner. Maddy tagged the top buckles and spun into a sprint toward Jacobs’ six. A dazed Jenny got precious little warning from the crowd as Crane speeds toward her and launched from several feet out delivering a Superman Punch to Jenny’s ass!
Jacobs’ reaction was one for the books as she’s sent leaping in a flip over the ropes, hands shooting to her abused behind. With those hands occupied, there’s nowhere for Jenny to go but down and she crumbled off the apron and onto the floor, ending on her side, massaging her tailbone.
Inside, a beaming Maddy blew the ‘steam’ off her right fist.
“Best punchline of the night…badda bing.”
The crowd having already exploded over the infernal gluteal attack, did so again for Maddy’s pun. Crane bowed but only in the course of turning and heading for the ropes opposite a wincing, yet ascending Jacobs. The redhead threw her body into the cables with abandon and rebounded at full speed, again coming at Jenny from behind.
Crane baseball slid under the bottom rope and into the throbbing backside of Double-J, pounding her point home again. Jenny lurched forward and cashed into the barricade before slowly leaking down the metal barrier and pooling next to a still vertical Maddy. Crane hovered over the blasted blonde
“You’re right. I don’t hold candles, Jen. I blow’em out.”
Jacobs muttered something and wrapped a hand around the barricade. She would’ve made it to her feet in plenty of time to beat the count, alas, Maddy wasn’t willing to wait so she grabbed the former IC champ by trunks and tresses and ‘helped’ her back to vertical. These hooks proved more than adequate for leading Jenny across the narrow aisle and muscling her under the bottom rope. But rather than simply let her barrel roll into the squared circle, the Sultana of Slapstick swung her blonde around so that Jacobs was stretched out on her stomach with her head hanging over the edge of the apron. Not quite sure what Crane had planned, the FAWNatics murmured in surprise when she hopped onto the apron beside the Innovator and pulled her left kneepad down over her boot. Then she stepped forward, leapt and dropped to the floor to drive the bared joint into the back of Jenny’s skull with a nasty THWHUNK!
APRON KNEE DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7W6973DZha0
Mads hit the blue pads in a tumbling somersault, a far more graceful landing than her opponent, who simply slid down the apron to collect in a boneless blonde puddle. Down on one knee, Crane took a moment to re-adjust her pad but made sure to keep her eyes on the vulnerable battler. “Does that feel like I’m joking around, Jenny? You better up your game or this isn’t going to last long.” Jacobs shook her head ‘no’ whether in negation of Maddy’s prophecy or merely to clear it, no one could say. Whatever her intent, the NoCal Sensation was still quite woozy when her adversary strode over and peeled her off the floor.
Another grip on Jenny’s waistband led to a tug that was more wedgie than guidance, not that Jacobs was in any condition to protest the treatment as she was stuffed under the bottom rope. Maddy slid in after her and laid a restraining hand on Jenny’s shoulder to keep her from creating too much distance. “I don’t think you’re taking me seriously yet, Jenny.” the redhead noted as she took up a position beside the downed wrestler’s left shoulder. “Maybe you don’t see me as a threat. That’s fine, Lisa didn’t either and look where she is now. You’re gonna give me your A-Game sweetheart, even if I have to humiliate you to get it.”
Jacobs’s eyelids fluttered, but didn’t actually open. Didn’t stop her from responding though. “Yuuuhhh… you don’t know what you’re asking for, MaddNNNGGHHH!”
Maddy leapt straight up like she meant to drop another knee, instead she landed on her feet on the other side of the blonde’s noggin and immediately flicked her right foot back to scuff a spiteful shot off her rival’s cheek.
A good deal of the Jacobites booed this bit of showboating but Mads didn’t mind because just as many cheered for more. Oh so happy to oblige them, the Princess of the Punchline worked a hand into Jenny’s hair and hauled her to boot-leather without acknowledging Merle’s squawking over the questionable tactic. Situated behind the reeling lovely, Maddy dipped her head and worked it under Jenny’s left arm while quickly easing her left arm around opposing waist. Her other hand went to the back of Jacobs’s left thigh, which made it that much easier for Crane to hoist her up onto the ball of her right shoulder. When Jenny delivered this move to an opponent she often twirled around in a makeshift Airplane Spin. Maddy only made a single revolution, but she did it slowly, allowing each side of the FAWN arena to note Jenny’s bicycling legs and exposed glutes before she swung down and went to one knee to THWHUMP Jenny’s poor tush courtesy an Atomic Drop.
Jacobs bounced away on impact, one hand reaching for the ropes (which were still some distance removed) and the other pressed to her aching tailbone. A year ago Maddy probably would’ve patted the blonde’s bum or maybe goosed her good, tonight she snagged hold of Jenny’s waistband and reeled her into a stiff Forearm Smash across the lower back. That shot slowed the Innovator’s response time even more, meaning the Happy Anarchist had all the time she needed to spin Jacobs around and slip an arm through her legs. A Fireman’s Carry followed, Maddy boosting Jenny up across her shoulders with an ease that spoke to just how much time she’d spent in the gym as of late. Given the vulnerability of Jenny’s position and the redhead’s penchant for smack talk, the FAWNatics expected at least a barb or two from Crane, but she didn’t allow any time for it. As soon as Jacobs was up she was down again, Maddy tossing / shoving her burden into a short freefall that ended with JJ landing tummy-first across her attacker’s posted right thigh.
GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-uZIE_KDakg
Jenny ‘uuunnnnggghhed!’ doubled up and started to slough off her perch before Maddy curled an arm around her lower back. “This isn’t exactly innovative.” Crane’s usual smile appeared in all its glory as she flattened her other hand into a stern paddle. “But damned if I haven’t been waiting to give it to you for a long time!” CRACK! Maddy brought her hand down and in to clap Jenny a hearty swat across the butt. The spanking that followed didn’t have the duration or ferocity of say a Bittersweet Symphony and yet Jacobs ultimately found this predicament more galling because while the crowd booed Lisa almost universally, they gave Crane a fervent round of applause after they’d reached ‘TEN!’ on their count.
Shoving Jenny away with a domineering little flourish, Maddy crawled after her and stopped any potential escape to the ropes with a rough handful of hair. “Keep your hands out of her hair, Mads.” the ref warned even as she used the grip to haul Jacobs to a seat.
“Nothing wrong with a little hair pulling among friends, Merle.” Maddy quipped. “Isn’t that right, JJ?”
“We’re not friends, MadNNNGGHH!”
Crane pounded a knee between the blonde’s shoulders, then grabbed both of Jacobs’s wrists and pulled ‘em back so she could trap her hands in the pits of her knees. With Jenny’s arms thus neutralized, Maddy CLAPPED her forearms against the sides of her foe’s face, clasped her hands and wrenched back on a perfectly legal Chinlock. “Damn, thanks for reminding me!” the Glad Bomber smirked while she yanked Jenny’s head back and forth. “If you hadn’t I’d still be taking it easy on you!” Jenny had nothing to say to that, so Crane reeeeeeeeeefed back on the Chinlock before abruptly leaning forward so that all her weight was pressed down on Jenny’s back. With the Innovator practically kissing the canvas, Maddy seized a calf in either hand and rocked back to her starting position, a shift that lifted Jenny’s legs and pointed the soles of her boots straight at the rafters. Crossing the blonde’s ankles in a tight little ‘X’, Maddy cupped Jacobs’s outer ankle in both hands and leaned back to put nasty pressure on her hamstrings, knees and diaphragm.
DUAL STUMP PULLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a0fPYQTdsGE
Vision reduced to nothing but her own kneepads, Jenny shook her head and barked “NO!” when Merle asked if she wanted to submit. “Sure about that, Jenny?” Maddy swung her prey’s trapped stems back and forth, the repeated motion turning both ladies in a slow, awkward sort of circle. “You’re showing these people a whole lotta ass right now!” She reached down with one hand and patted NoCal backside to prove it.
Jenny said nothing, choosing instead to wriggle and squirm and otherwise microadjust until THERE! The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds twisted her right arm free of the human knot and reaaaaaaaached for the ropes. They were still about six inches out of reach but with her arm loose Jacobs could pound a few elbows into her attacker’s ribs and she did so with obvious enthusiasm. A half dozen such blows loosened her bonds that much more and a second attempt let her snatch hold of the rubber-coated lifeline. “BREAK!” Jenny demanded at one. “BREAK THE HOLD YOU SNARKY TRAMPNNNNGGGH!”
Maddy tossed Jenny’s legs down and promptly drilled a stiff Forearm Smash into the side of her head. “Watch your mouth, bytch.” Crane muttered as she disengaged entirely, leaving Jenny to slide out onto the relative safety of the apron.
Blessedly free of Maddy’s machinations, Jacobs pushed to one knee and took several deep breaths in an effort to regain her bearings. Much as she hated to admit it, Maddy had upped her game big time and as a result she’d commanded the last few minutes of this match. She wouldn’t let it last though, no one, NO ONE, put Jenny Jacobs across their knee for a spanking without paying a steep, painful price. With that in mind, she got to her feet and flipped the hair out of her face. “Hope you liked putting your hand on my ass, Mads. You’re gonna like it a lot less when I’m putting it on your pointy little nose.”
Crane snorted, her nostrils flaring derisively. “How you gonna do that from way over there, JJ?”
“You’ll find out soon enough. Just like I’ll find out if you’re actually as good a ride as Lisa claim--”
Maddy exploded forward, leapt and fired off another Superman Punch, this one aimed the blonde’s chin. Her angle was true, but Jenny got a forearm up to block the blow without taking any punishment. Snatching the top rope the instant she’d deflected the strike, Jacobs hopped up, leaned hard left and THWHACKED her right foot against the side of her foe’s head in a beautiful little Enzugiri.
It would have been a happy story for the Jacobites if Jenny landed cleanly and set upon the Roastmaster General, but the beating she’s undertaken just prior made it difficult to push her advantage. On one knee next to her horizontal foe, the Innovator shook her head free of an extra cobweb or two and massaged the raised joint.
When Maddy started to push her way up, Jenny was coaxed into action. The blonde took off for the ropes behind and rebounded with only the hint of a limp. Raising a big boot, Jacobs DROVE a Yakuza Kick into the jaw of the redhead, Crane spinning into a jumbled heap.
YAKUZA KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DsXcgmvVvGo&feature=channel_page
“I take you seriously, Maddy,” Jenny huffed after skidding to a stop. “I just don’t take your chances seriously.”
Crane struggled to her knees a few feet away and the Innovator instantly assessed the opportunity. Surging toward the brat, Jenny leapt over the left shoulder of the Original Pranksta and somersaulted in a layout that SLAMMED Maddy’s face into the deck.
SOMERSAULT CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMotlENJjh8
The redhead’s impact left her dazed and motionless, facedown. Jenny popped to a seated position, nodding knowingly. She considered popping the crowd a middle finger for applauding when she was getting her hind end tanned, but instead spun to her feet and took possession of Maddy’s left leg.
Raising it, Jenny scissored the limb and drops atop it, folding it beneath her. With the leg trapped, Jacobs laid on the back of the suddenly squirmy Crane, slipping her arms under and around those of the redhead, linking them with laced fingers in a Full Nelson. The Innovator showed the aptness of her moniker by rolling to her back, placing Maddy on her chest with the full blown, Full Nelson STF.
FULL NELSON STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NU-_CMQKNIM
Wrenching on head and neck, Double J worked the grunting, chirping Crane like a part-time job, demanding Crane give up the futile effort to prove herself more than a thorn in Lisa’s side. To her credit, Merle didn’t receive the required response and after a dozen seconds and a couple rolled off her shoulders to keep from being pinned, Jenny tossed Crane aside.
Rising to her feet, the NoCal Sensation surveyed the situation, proceeding through the thousands of possibilities in her mind before settling. She reached for the head of the wincing redhead and drew the reeling Maddy to vertical. As she did, Crane brought something with her, namely an Uppercut into the breadbasket of the blonde, lifting Jenny to tiptoes. Maddy added another and another before Jacobs retaliated with a stiff forearm across Crane’s back, and a Toe Kick to her tummy.
Doubled in front of the blonde with every hold in the book available was not the place to be and Jenny drew Maddy’s lowered head between her thighs. She wrapped her arms around the gulping tummy of the redhead from Red Hook and launched her foe in a forward flip up her frame, ready to send her rival through the Sledge-o-matic.
But as Maddy reached the Innovator’s shoulders, she pushed up and over. Sliding down Jenny’s back, she corrals the blonde’s head with a Three Quarters Facelock over her shoulder and pulled the back of Jenny’s neck tight to it. Sitting out, Crane delivered a necksnap to Jacobs, Jenny whiplashing away from the impact and flopping to her side, cradling the top of her spinal column with both hands.
Seated next to the bewildered blonde, her own dark eyes somewhat glazed, the sweat-soaked Maddy gave herself a weary hand and the crowd joined along. She pushed to her feet and drags Jacobs the rest of the way there.
“Are ya feeling me now?” Maddy inquired.
“NO!” came the terse response, as Jacobs pushed her way out of a Front Facelock, Maddy stumbling back a few steps.
The redhead charged with a Clothesline but Jenny ducked the effort and, when Crane spun to face her, a Toe Kick was deeply inserted into Maddy’s gut. Quickly tugging the droopy noggin of Crane back between her legs, Jenny again swaddled Maddy’s midriff. But this time, instead of lifting, the Innovator leapt over the back of the dipped Maddy. Her cinched arms were tight enough to drag Crane along for a spectacular ride as Jenny SPIKED the crown of Crane’s braincase into the deck with a Canadian Destroyer.
CANADIAN DESTROYER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-YBs3I8kDuw
Turned into a ragdoll, Maddy popped from between the stems of the blonde, ending face and chest-down, a semiconscious victim of Jenny’s encyclopedia of maneuvers. Jacobs moved to the side of the demolished Crane and shoved the redhead to her back before climbing aboard in a Crossbody pin, Jenny hooking a leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
To the astonishment of all, including Jenny, the Pranksta proved she wasn’t joking by throwing a shoulder off the mat with Merle’s palm no more than an inch from the canvas. Jacobs flashed her baby blues at the zebra, but he shrugged with two fingers rightly raised.
Jenny’s hands reflexively moved to her head, sweeping through her flaxen locks as the FAWNatics cheer the continuation of the match, chanting ‘THIS IS AWESOME’ several times in rapid succession.
From the look on Jacobs’ face, she seemed to disagree, sending a paintbrush ‘whicking’ across Maddy’s face then rising as the cheek of the stirring Crane reddened. Jenny procured Crane’s left leg and turned around the possession of it, quickly collecting the opposite with her back to the redhead. Backing up until Crane becomes more vertical than horizontal, the Innovator angled slowly but surely in order to roll Maddy to her chest.
Once accomplished, the NoCal Sensation dropped into a tight crouch, leaning forward as she did, bringing Maddy’s gams with her in a rousing Inverted Boston Crab that had Crane in a surly mood, first biting her lower lip then yelping in pain as Jenny increased the pressure incrementally.
INVERTED BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pv0CY-AfPAY
Jacobs whispered to the captured Brooklynite.
“You put Lisa in the mental ward, but I’ll put you in Orthopedics if you fail to do the smart thing, which happens to be the right thing on this occasion…AND SUBMIT!”
Braced on her forearms, Crane shook her head ‘no’ in response to the blonde’s demand, then offered a more defiant, “Back off, Merle!” when the ref repeated the query shortly thereafter.
Nonplussed by the resistance, Jacobs rocked up and down to stretch the redhead’s back before cranking up the pressure once more. “I made you pass out the first time we wrestled, Maddy.” Jenny noted when her backside was only a few inches above the small of her opponent’s back. “And I brought you around afterward because we’d had a damned good match. I’d have done that again if you hadn’t dropped me with a cheap shot when I was exhausted. Now I might just leave you knocked out and tits up so Gladiatrix can get a few of those shots they like so HEY!”
Crane puuuuuuushed from her elbows to her hands, an increase in elevation that did nothing for the torque on her spine but improved her mobility a great deal. Honed in on the ropes that were still several feet out of reach, the redhead clambered a few ‘steps’ forward, which forced Jenny to move with her if she didn’t want to relinquish the Crab. “You’re gonna have to knock me out, Jenny.” Crane grumbled as she lumbered toward sanctuary. “Otherwise I’m going to point your ass at the rafters AAAWW F*CK, DAMMIT!”
Not about to let her prey escape a potentially match-winning hold with so little fight, Jenny stood tall and dragged the prone battler all the way back to the center of the squared circle before sitting down in a full squat. “TAP OUT!” Jacobs demanded even as Maddy stifled a shriek in the crook of one elbow. Sensing the redhead was nearing the end of her reserves, the Jacobites started to chant ‘TAP!’ in hopes of speeding Maddy’s capitulation. But after a few seconds another faction responded with ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ and the arena rang with the dueling suggestions for the better part of twenty seconds.
Jenny and Maddy paid it no mind, the former was far too focused on breaking the redhead’s will (and possibly her body) while the latter was bound and determined to escape the hellish predicament. Forced to admit that going for the ropes would only lead to another trip back to start, Maddy grit her teeth and slowly placed both hands flat against the mat. Biding her time until Jacobs rose for another spine-jarring bounce, Crane pushed up with her, then tucked her chin against her chest and swung backward through the blonde’s parted stems. This acrobatic adjustment brought immediate relief to her poor back, yet her legs were still very much in the Innovator’s possession and knowing Jacobs she’d maintain the hold just to roll Crane over onto her belly again.
Steeling herself against the hell she was about to endure, Mads whispered, “Maximum effort.” then hauled herself onto Jenny’s back in a slow motion crunch that had the fans cheering and her back screaming. Yet it all paid off when she curled her right arm around Jenny’s neck and drew her close. “My turn now, JJ.” Maddy cooed in her opponent’s ear. “Hold on, this is gonna hurt.”
Jacobs shook her head, a rather awkward task considering Crane’s encroaching arm. “Wriggle and squirm all you want, honey. You’re the one getting NGH! NGH! NGHHUUURRRK!”
The Glad Bomber pounded her left forearm into the base of Jenny’s neck half a dozen times, then switched over to elbow strikes aimed at her left shoulder. These finally forced the blonde to let loose of Maddy’s left leg. Mads didn’t slide clear though, in fact she locked her ankles and squeezed Jenny’s ribs with a vengeful Bodyscissors. No, Maddy hadn’t wanted down, she’d wanted Jacobs’s arm. And now she had it. Clamping down on the former IC champ’s flailing wrist, Maddy pinned it behind her back in a Hammerlock and neatly slipped her arm through the triangle created by her rival’s forearm and bicep. Clasping her hands against the side of the NoCal Sensation’s face, Crane CRUSHED down on the Scissors and CRAAAAAAAAAANKED back on the Crossface Chickenwing. It wasn’t quite her usual application of FTW! but it Jenny reeling and squealing all the same.
“GIVE IT UP, BABY!” Maddy abandoned her usual taunting tone for flat out bellowing in Jenny’s ear. “GIVE IT UP BEFORE I CHOKE YOU OUT!”
Jenny couldn’t shake her head so she waggled a finger at Merle before crooking her right arm into a ‘V’ and driving it into her attacker’s ribs. Maddy grimaced, made Jenny pay for the resistance with another crushing constriction on the Crossface Chickenwing. “You’re going out, Jenny.” Crane growled. “Might as well submit while you’re still on your feeWHOOOOAAHH!”
Hoping against hope that the redhead was stubborn enough to keep the Chickenwing in place no matter what, Jenny dug deep into her reserves and charged at the nearest corner. She picked up a good head of steam despite the unwanted piggyback rider and more important, she didn’t trip over her feet when she spun around and BWUUUNGED Maddy into the buckles as hard as she could. The Scissors around her waist loosened quite a bit but that wasn’t enough for the Innovator so she clambered forward and flung herself back over and over until she felt Crane’s legs drop away. At that point she could’ve grabbed the ropes to demand a break but Jenny did not, pride wouldn’t allow it. Maddy’d reversed the Inverted Crab into the Crossface Chickenwing without the aid of the strands, so she was going to break it or reverse it with nothing but--
The Sultana of Slapstick surged out of the corner and spun around so Jenny was facing the corner she’d so recently occupied. The idea that she’d made a mistake had barely started to register when Maddy dipped down and popped her hips to sling Jacobs up, over and DOWN onto her face, chest and belly with a ring-rattling Suplex.
CHICKENWING SUPLEX @ 2:47
www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6_Ww3Rvakk
The stunned cheers of the FAWNatics grew even louder when they realized Crane still had hold of her Chickenwing! Twisting around allowed her to haul Jenny to a seat and that was all she needed. Maddy somersaulted over her slumped adversary to land in a high bridge that bent Jacobs forward at a terrible angle while radically increasing the torque on her left arm!
FTW, Maddy Crane to Jenny Jacobs in the center of the ring.
“What do you say, Jenny? What do you say?” Merle asked the folded, struggling battler.
“NO! NO I DON’T GIVE, SHUT UP AND STOP EERRRGGGHH!”
It was Maddy’s turn to bounce her hold and she did so with great relish, each fresh landing putting Jenny’s forehead that much closer to the canvas. “YOU’RE DONE, JJ! ADMIT IT AND I’LL LET YOU GO!”
“F*CK YOU, CRANE! YOU’RE NOT GONNA SUBMIT ME!” Sure it sounded good, but the pain was getting worse with each passing second and Jenny knew she couldn’t hold on forever. Thusly she balled her right hand into a fist and started pounding away on Maddy’s hip, tummy, shoulder, anything she could reach, really. They were solid blows, but poorly aimed because she couldn’t see anything but the canvas directly in front of her face.
Crane took advantage by pressing up on her toes and pushing down until she felt the blonde’s noggin meet mat. “Kiss it, baby.” the redhead whispered even as she tried to scrape Jacobs’s face against the rough material. “Kiss that mat or I’ll never let you--”
“GIVE!” Jenny wailed. “I GIVE, MERLE! JUST GET HER OFFA ME!”
Maddy almost shrieked with delight when the blonde surrendered, but she retained enough ring awareness to maintain her hooks until the bell sounded. Pushing the shuddering blonde away like an afterthought, the Princess of the Punchline scrambled to boot leather and grinned from ear to ear as the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… MADDY CRANE!”
Merle took her hand and raised it high, figuring the redhead would want to bask in what was quite possibly the biggest win of her career. Mads did indeed enjoy the applause, yet she didn’t linger for more than five seconds before pulling away. Pulling away, she walked over to Jenny and placed a boot beside either shoulder. Then she sank to her knees and a comfortable seat on Jacobs’s chest. It wasn’t quite a Front Face Sit, but the FAWN cameras confirmed it as a very high, very snug Schoolgirl Pin, with Jenny’s cheeks framed by Maddy’s thighs and her chin wedged against the fork of her conqueror’s crotch.
“Looks like Gladiatrix is going to get their pics after all.” Maddy reached back with one hand and patted her opponent’s tummy. “But you’re the one getting posterized, baby. Bet that flush in your cheeks looks real good in the pic of the--”
“You’re gonna pay for this, bytch.” Jenny’s voice was soft and furious. “No one humiliates me and gets away with it.”
“This isn’t humiliation. This is an announcement. I’m not a comedy act anymore, Jenny. I just made the longest reigning Intercontinental Champion submit in the middle of the ring. Remember that the next time you’re about to tell me I’m not good enough.”
“You’re NOT good enough!” Jenny hissed. “You’re a snarky little punk that gets lucky just enough to make people believe she’s got real talent. You’re gonna see REAL talent the next time I get you in this ring, Maddy. You’re going to submit at the top of your lungs and I’m not gonna let go until I hear your tears hitting the MMMRRRRGHHHH!”
Maddy grabbed a double fistful of hair, jerked Jacobs’s head forward and stuffed her protesting face into the redhead’s trunks. The victorious Facebuster Queen didn’t bother with a full on Burlingame style grind, she didn’t even smother her rival into unconsciousness, she only pumped her hips a half a dozen times, forcefeeding Jenny a rough preview of what might happen if she didn’t throw some more respect on Maddy’s name.
Tossing Jacobs’s head down after less than ten seconds, Crane got to her feet and planted a domineering boot on the NoCal Sensation’s hip. “I won’t let go so easy next time, bytch.” she promised. “And if you don’t start treating me like an equal, I might not let go at all.”