Post by bigfan on Apr 17, 2017 2:40:37 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit and it is an I QUIT Match! That means there are no pin-falls, count outs, disqualifications or knock outs, the match can only end when one wrestler has forced her opponent to utter the words ‘I quit’. 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, please welcome MADDY CRANE!”
MADDY CRANE:
The did just that, most of those in attendance leaping to their feet with a roar as Shinedown’s ‘Cut The Cord’ started up. Maddy appeared with her music and raised a fist for her fans but that was it from the usually talkative star as she made her way to ringside. For the deciding battle with her NorCal Nemesis, Crane wore a black sports bra top and matching bikini bottoms crisscrossed with thin red belts worn bandolier style while her boots and pads were done in a shiny red. AS was her custom, the seat of Maddy’s trunks held a message, one equally pithy and topical:
No Quit, Sherlock
Down the ramp in record time, Crane climbed onto the apron, waggled her hips to the music, then grabbed the top rope in both hands and vaulted into the squared circle. Claiming the ring as hers and hers alone, the Sultana of Slapstick strode to the center of the ring and pointed at the hard camera. “You took something precious to me at Heartbroken, JJ. So tonight I’m going to take it out of your ass.”
She might’ve said more if the Announcer hadn’t started up again. “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 JACOBS:
Still on their feet in the wake of Crane’s arrival, the Jacobites got that much louder when Cowboy Mouth kicked in From there it got downright deafening once Jenny burst through the curtain and hoisted the J’s to the rafters. Though she nodded approval to all those that mirrored the sigil back at her, it was clear Jenny’s attention was focused on Maddy and possibly the lapse in judgment that may have cost her rival the World Title a month prior. Then she sheathed the J’s at her sides and pointed to Mads.
“Series ends tonight, baby. No more talk, no more jokes, no more questions. Your ass is mine. Then it’s on to bigger and better things.”
With that she pumped a fist and took off down the ramp full speed ahead.
For this year‘s March to War, Jenny sported her now standard star-spangled indigo briefs, as well as a matching halter-style top with the cups held together by a small metal buckle in the shape of a star. Her boots and pads were a matching blue and her hair hung in a sleek golden bob that fell to just below her ears. Bolting under the bottom rope without breaking her stride, Jacobs sprang to verticality and beckoned Maddy to come get herself some. The redhead did just that, then muttered something unprintable when referee Craig Long held up a staying hand. Jenny shook her head and started backing into the far corner. “Remember this moment, Maddy.” she called from across the canvas. “It’ll be the last time you think you can hang with me.”
When the bell finally sounded and both women stepped away from their corners the sold out crowd immediately split into a two part chorus of ‘LET’S GO JENNY!’ and ‘LET’S GO MADDY!’ Correction, it was more of a two line verse, as a good ninety-nine percent of those assembled were cheering their hearts out for both blonde and redhead. Maddy heard this, and yet didn’t hear it. Every bit of her attention was focused on the woman striding her way and if the sparks coming off those blue eyes were any indication, Jenny felt much the same. Settling into a low loose grappler’s crouch without even realizing it, Crane closed with the blonde and began to circle. Jacobs did the same, her fingers twitching like an old west gunslinger’s as she prodded her rival’s defenses for--
The Innovator shot in low, looking for the Single Leg only to come short when Mads twisted aside at the very last second. Jacobs recovered in an instant which was a good thing considering Crane pounced on her with a Collar & Elbow-no! Jenny dipped beneath those questing arms, spun around behind and caught her in a Half Nelson as neat as you please. Her other arm slipped around Crane’s waist, a dead giveaway for the impending Backbreaker. That’s why Maddy palmed her free hand against the back of Jenny’s skull and quickly dropped to one knee in a Snapmare than flipped the NorCal Sensation onto her-- a crisp little thump followed by thunderous applause from the FAWNatics as Jacobs turned the tumble into an effortless flip that left the hardbody blonde on her feet.
Whirling around with a kick at the ready, Jenny’s smile curdled to unpleasant surprise as she was greeted by the sight of Maddy leaping off her plant foot for that damned Crane Kick! Drawing her head to one side even as she tumbled backward, Jacobs landed on her hands, pulled in on herself like an accordion, then sprang back to boot leather in a gorgeous kip-up.
Face to face once again, the archrivals paused not to take in the cheers (though they were both quite satisfied to hear the crowd so hot for their first skirmish) but to address the other one more time before the fighting got too fierce. “I’m sorry I ruined your title match, Crane.” Jenny said after a moment of silence. “So when I finally get my chance to take it off Veronica, I’ll make sure you get the first crack at it.”
Maddy’s answering smile was utterly devoid of warmth, if not humor. “That’s real kind of you Jenny, considering I was going to offer you the same thing after Heartbroken. Just goes to show that…” she trailed off, snorted, shook her head. “Know what? I can’t even. I had this whole speech prepared about how iron sharpens iron and win or lose, we were both coming out of this better than we went in. It was real good too, practiced it front of Cam and Lily all week, said they got goosebumps by the time I got it just right. Wanted to give you goosebumps too, as a show of respect for you and what this series has meant to my career. But right now all I can think about is how you cost me the biggest prize in FAWN and all I want to do is punch your stupid face.”
“I OOOFFFFFFHHHHH!” Jacobs’s latest apology attempt didn’t even get past the monosyllabic state before the Queen of the Facebusters Tribe dipped low and wrapped both arms around the back of the blonde’s knees. What was originally intended as Double Leg Takedown ended up much more like a Spinebuster, as Crane powered her opponent off the deck by a good three feet before dropping forward and down to THAWHAM her against the thinly-sheathed plywood! The shivering impact couldn’t have mattered less to Maddy, it was simply a means to get her nemesis on the mat so she could mount up and pound away at Jacobs’s skull, which is exactly what she did.
Set on one knee with the curve of her glutes heavy on the blonde’s tummy, the Original Pranksta’ snatched a hank of Jenny’s hair and jerked her noggin off the mat so her pistoning fist didn’t have so far to travel. Justifiably stunned following the huge takedown, Jenny absorbed more than half a dozen knuckle on forehead blasts before she managed to raise her forearms in a weary guard. Give her credit, Jacobs didn’t say one word about the closed fists, mostly because she intended to deliver more than her share once the tables were turned.
Craig on the other hand was still inclined to make his charges follow the rules, even in an environment as relaxed as an I Quit match. “Lay off the closed fists, Maddy!” he tapped her shoulder to emphasize the point. “I can’t disqualify anyone tonight, but I’m not going to let you maim each other either.”
Crane paused the shelling for a moment, reached around the blonde’s guard and palmed the side of her head. “Maiming isn’t the issue here, Craig. But if it’ll make you happy…” she yanked Jenny’s head up even higher, then drove it against the canvas with a heavy THWHUNK!
Stars went off behind the Innovator’s eyes and her defenses collapsed, leaving her groaning and vulnerable when the Sultana of Slapstick began raining down Forearm Smashes on her cheek and brow. Catching movement off her left shoulder, Maddy paused with the bony ridge of her forearm just grrrrrrrrrrinding against her opponent’s jaw and said, “Don’t bother asking if she quits, Craig. We all know she’s not ready. And I’m not through beating her head in yet.”
Still woozy from the basketball bounce she’d so recently endured, Jenny couldn’t summon most of her usual fire, but she still sounded plenty pissed when she growled, “Screw you, Maddy! You’re not just gonna tee off on me all niEERRRRGGGHHH!”
Crane leaned in closer and dragged her forearm back n’ forth across Jacobs’s face in the sort of non-verbal ‘f*ck you’ often favored by extremely pissed off grapplers. “You’re probably right, bytch.” Maddy’s voice was low and cold as she continued the punishment. “You’re tough enough and smart enough to make my life miserable tonight and I’m prepared for that. But right now I’m up here and you’re down there… welcome to Hell, Jenny.”
A single stiff slap to the blonde’s cheek only stoked Crane’s anger a little hotter, but since she didn’t need enjoy the idea of Long nattering in her ear all night, she pulled her forearm away, grabbed Jacobs’s wrists and pinned them overhead. Grapevining her rival’s legs made it a perfect cover, the sort of thing that would’ve had the ref swooping in were it any of their previous encounter. But shoulders on canvas meant nothing tonight and Castle stayed put as Maddy bunched the blonde’s wrists together so she could corral them with one hand. The other she stretched into a splay-fingered claw, one aimed directly for Jacobs’s face!
Jenny, who counted the Iron Claw among her millions of moves, bucked her hips and twisted her head to the side in an effort to wrest out of the redhead’s grip before Mads could secure the agonizing hold. The Princess of the Punchline rode out the wriggling (and the tart ‘smeck’ of her tummy subduing Jenny’s bordered on the sublime) and honed her claw to a pincer so she could take her foe’s ear between thumb and forefinger. “OW, YOU HATEFUL BYTCH!” Jacobs bellowed as Maddy gave it a sharp twist. “IS THAT HOW YOU WANT IT?” Maddy pinched her one more time, followed it by raking her nails down the blonde’s cheek and added another smack for good measure. Then she grabbed Jenny’s chin and turned her head so they were almost nose to nose.
“You cost me a chance to call myself the best in the world, Jenny. You’re f*cking right that’s how I want it.” She wedged the heel of her palm in against the underside of Jacobs’s nose and pressed forward to earn a sharp squeal of pain. The squeal transformed into a distressed groan as Crane pressed her fingertips into Jenny’s temples and forehead and really bore down on the Iron Claw.
“What do you say, Jenny?” Craig asked once the initial burble trailed off to silence. “Do I need to call for the bell?”
Jacobs didn’t shake her head ‘no’, as any such movement sent jagged slivers of pain streaking through her skull. Instead she steadied her breathing as best she could and muttered, “Not a chance, Craig. Keep out of this until I say UUUNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Crane wriggled pinkie and thumb against Jenny’s temples, a trick she’d picked up watching a lot of old Harley Jo Collins bouts during the last few weeks. “’Fraid I’m gonna have to penalize you both for improper wording.” Mads chided. “Last time I checked, this isn’t a ‘Should I call for the bell’ match. If JJ wants out, she knows the--”
“Go f*ck yourself, Maddy.” Jacobs growled. “You got one lucky submission. No goddamned way you’ve got the skills to make me--”
‘Quit’ was cut off with cold finality as Maddy relinquished the Iron Claw to CRAAACK her nemesis’s cheek with a Bytch Slap. “Spin it however you want ass-butt, the scoreboard still reads two all and I’m breathing down your neck.”
The Innovator bucked her hips and twisted her wrists to no avail. “You’re real funny Maddy, always with the jokes. Probably trying to cover up the fact that you’ll be breathing down something else when the bell--”
CRAAACK!
“OOOOWWWW BYTCH!” The Princess of the Punchline treated the stretched blonde to another stiff slap but Jacobs made her pay for the privilege by darting forward and chomping down on the soft webbing between thumb and index finger! Crane’s counter slap struck Jenny’s left ear hard enough to make it ring, yet not hard enough to make her forget that both hands were free to go about their business. Said business included a rude palm wedged directly beneath the redhead’s chin and half a dozen short, savage Forearm Smashes applied directly to the curves of Maddy’s sports bra. Crane cursed, groped for the hand at her chin and wrenched the Grapevine a little wider in hopes of regaining control of the mount. It worked just long enough for Jenny to stop her clubberin’, then she sat up, wrapped both arms around opposing torso and rolled right!
The abrupt reversal left Jacobs on top for the first time that night and though she could’ve claimed ownership of the Grapevine, the NorCal Sensation untangled their legs in favor of hopping / sliding into a heavy straddle atop her opponent’s chest. Making a point to bounce some of the breath from Crane’s lungs with nothing but her glutes, Jenny grabbed Mads by the hair and jerked her head up so the other woman’s chin was snug against the fork of her crotch. Under no particular inclination to end the hair-hold, Jacobs set about a slow motion campaign to snatch her rival bald while another operation saw her free hand piston down into that trim tummy no less than two dozen times. Jenny finished off with a condescending little pat, curled that hand into a talon and worked her own Iron Claw, this one focused on boring through the Pranksta’s midriff.
“Don’t bother to ask if she QUITS, Craig.” the blonde made a point of avoiding eye contact with her foe as she voiced the demand. “I’d rather you wait until she has to filter the answer through my trunNNEERRRGGH!”
With no threat of a three count on the horizon, Crane palmed Jenny’s encroaching buns and dug un like she meant to tear off great big hunks! “You’re the one with trunk snorting experience, JJ. In fact if it wasn’t for all the side-eye afterward, I might think you enjoy having me MMMMMPPPPGGGHHHHHH!”
Jenny doubled down on that hated red hair and yanked Crane’s head up and in even as she scooted forward. Clenching her thighs tight against the struggling battler’s ears, Jacobs worked the Front Face Sit like a woman with a bitter grudge, which come to think of it, she was. “How do you like it now, bytch?” she taunted, her tone low and rasping. “Still like it when you’re the punchline? Or have you finally started to realize that these people are just like me? They’re not laughing with you, they’re laughing AT you!”
Maddy’s answer was a series of insensate shrieks and curses that brought the blonde more professional and personal satisfaction than she’d ever admit to anyone except perhaps Al. Certain that she could wring even more enjoyment from Crane’s inevitably galling end, she removed one hand from her opponent’s locks and balled it into a fist. But rather than pound Crane’s belly again, she extended her index finger and slowly but surely gouged it into Maddy’s navel! The wail against her undercarriage grew all the more insistent, as did the pounding of the punk’s boots against the canvas. Through it all Maddy kept clawing and pushing at her haunches, but Jacobs forced herself to endure, knowing that Crane would run out of air well before any serious damage was done. Even so… Jenny ‘pwaaaked!’ a single punch into those abused abs, then yanked the redhead’s sputtering features away from her trunks.
This time she made sure her eyes were locked on Maddy’s when she said, “Go ahead, Craig. Ask her if she quits.”
Long didn’t much care for playing a role in the ongoing war between his charges, unfortunately in this case it was part of the job. “You heard her, Maddy. Do you quit?”
“Hell no!” the Sultana croaked almost at once. “If poor Al can endure this mess for years, I can take it for a few AAAAAGGGHHH BYTCH!
No one would argue that Jenny Jacobs had taken a lot of abuse in her battles against the Queen of the Facebusters Tribe and with the exception of a few incidents, she’d let most of it roll off her back. That came to an emphatic end the instant Maddy mentioned her longtime boyfriend. Hand still clenched, she raised it high, then brought it down between her rival’s thighs! “Say his name again, slut. Go ahead, say his name and see what happens.”
Maddy reached down with one hand and managed to grab hold of the blonde’s wrist, though she wasn’t able to pull it away from her groin. “No need to get nasty, JJ. I got no beef with ol’ Algernon. He’s a great guy who just happens to have really shytty taste in women, it happens all the timEERRRMMMPPPHHHHH!”
Jenny rose up on her knees, swung around in a swift half circle and dropped right back down, settling those vengeful buttocks squarely on Maddy’s nose! “That’s it, I’m going to break your nose.” Jenny wedged the soles of her boots against the sides of Crane’s skull and bore down with every ounce of her weight. “Or how about I just snap it off? Does that sound good, bytch?” The pinned, wriggling warrior didn’t answer fast enough for Jenny’s liking, so the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds channeled her inner Portia VanBuren by curling her right hand into a claw, which she promptly affixed to the center of Crane’s trunks! “QUIT, MADDY!” Jenny barked as she worked the catty hold with feverish, hateful intensity. “QUIT BEFORE I RUIN YOU FOR GOOD!”
“NO! GET YOUR FAT ASS OFFA ME AND FIGHT AAAARRRRRHHHHHHHH!”
Jacobs stopped clawing, snagged hold of the redhead’s waistband and gave it a vile yank. “Fair? Were you going to say FAIR? Sweetheart, we are WAY beyond the point of WHOOOOAANNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Maddy kicked her legs up, hooked them under her tormentor’s armpits and thrust back with all her might! Caught off balance, Jenny tumbled onto her back while Maddy ended up on her chest in an awkward straddle. Jacobs wasn’t about to let her foe claim that sort of advantage without a fight so she--THUMP! Maddy repaid the trunk shot with one of her own, a quick, angular jab that sent an ugly shudder through Jenny’s sturdy frame.
“Not ONE of these people would blame me for grinding you out right now.” Crane noted after she’d reached back and snagged a handful of blonde hair. “And I may very well posterize your snotty little self before the night is over, but right at this moment I want everyone to see you hurting!” To that end Mads jerked Jenny’s chin up against the southern edge of her bum, balanced on her free hand and extended her legs backward to secure Jacobs’s noggin in a brutally stiff Reverse Headscissors. Ankles crossed, Crane let loose of Jenny’s hair but made a point of swiping some hair off her forehead and tweaking the tip of her nose. Thusly satisfied, she placed a hand on either side of the blonde’s hips, pushed up and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed an angry pink flush into her opponent’s cheeks. Oddly quiet for a position that allowed her a free pass for trash talk, the dominant redhead alternately flexed and relaxed her stems, careful to avoid a pattern so Jenny couldn’t get used to the pressure. After a good thirty seconds or more, she glanced over to Long and nodded. “Ask her.” she emphasized the point by clenching her glutes yet again.
Craig promptly dropped to one knee and tapped the blonde’s shoulder. “Do you quit, Jenny?”
Jacobs waggled her head ‘no’, even though the effort sent bolts of pain through her jaw and neck. “No.” she gurgled. “Get away, Craig.” With that issue settled for the moment, Jacobs curled her hands into claws and sank ‘em deep into the dense meat of her attacker’s haunches. “Leggo goddammit!”
“Not until I hear the magic word.” Crane muttered. “Until then you can suffer. But hey, at least the view is nice, right?” The Happy Anarchist didn’t wait for an answer, rather she pulled one hand off the mat, stuffed it against Jenny’s tummy and regained the lead in their claw race. “Give it up, Jenny. You can be flashier, you can be more popular, I’ll be satisfied knowing I’m the better wrestEERRRRRRGHHH! Bytch, let go right now or I swear to god you’ll AAAAAAHHHHHH!”
Jenny yanked the wedgie even higher, transforming Maddy’s relatively conservative trunks into a thong worthy of Cynthia Mitchell. “Ask her!” Jacobs made the demand in spite of her vulnerable position. “See if the little punk wants to quit before I split her in halOOOWWWWWW F*CK!”
Crane shifted her grip south, bearing down on the Innovator’s undercarriage hard enough to make the blonde’s legs thrash in agony. “So you want to catfight, now? All right JJ, we can do that. Let’s see how long you can GGUUUUHHHRRK!”
The Crotch Claw was nothing short of anguish, yet Jenny was grateful for it because Crane had to shift her position to secure it. Doing so meant the blonde popped her hips and locked her own gams around Maddy’s neck. Just like that it was a war of a attrition, redhead and blonde rolled onto one side as they put everything they had into crushing the definitive surrender from her nemesis. Red-faced and moaning with pain, Jenny and Maddy maintained their stalemate even as the cheers for both women grew exponentially louder. It wasn’t until Jenny balled one hand into a fist and pounded it against Mads’s center that she was able to pull her head loose and roll into the top mount for the first time. Breaking into a smile once she managed a few deep breaths, Jacobs reached back and grabbed a greedy handful of her opponent’s hair. “Kiss my ass, Maddy.” she taunted. “Kiss it or I take this fight back to your trunkAAARRRRHHH DAMN YOU!”
Crane leaned forward like she meant to take the blonde up on the demand, but instead she opened up wide and chomped down on encroaching buttock! The NorCal Sensation tried to maintain her Scissors, but the gnawing grew too painful and so she rolled away following a final spiteful Hammer Punch to the other woman’s groin.
Maddy tumbled in the opposite direction, didn’t stop until she felt the bottom rope brush against one shoulder. From there she pushed to one knee and groped for the strands to help her clamber back to verticality. Jenny did the same on the other side of the squared circle, the infuriated grappler staring daggers through Crane the entire time. “You’re workin’ like a bytch tonight, Jenny. Even more so than usual.” the Sultana of Slapstick noted as she adjusted her distended trunks. “Wedgies, crotch claws, face sits and hair pulls, it’s almost like you’re worried you can’t take me in a straight wrestling ma--”
“I don’t sweat you in the slightest, f*cker.” Jacobs interrupted. “Wrestling, boxing, catfighting, you name it. I’ll beat your sorry ass at all of them.”
“Sorry ass? That’s not what you said when you were nose deep in--”
Jenny tore across the squared circle, took to the skies and drilled a Flying Forearm against the side of Crane’s face. The redhead was rocked off her feet, thankfully the ropes kept her vertical long enough to regain her balance. Of course Jacobs was still all up in her business and at the moment said business involved a handful of hair and a whole lotta straight right hands to the face! Long term strategy be damned, Crane made no attempt at defense, she simply helped herself to a fistful of blonde locks and set about trying to add some character (read: bruises) to Jenny’s pretty features.
“HEY!” Craig stepped in and forcibly wedged himself between the rivals to break up the fisticuffs after ten endless seconds. “What did I tell you both about closed fists? I don’t care how much you can’t stand each other, I won’t let this end with either of you on a stretch--”
Jenny reached over the meddling zebra to slap Maddy across the mouth. “Hear that, sweetie? He’s worried I’m going to ruin--”
Maddy dipped around the beleaguered official, drove a shoulder into Jacobs’s navel and wrapped both arms around her thighs. Hoisting Jenny off her feet even as she continued to plow across the canvas, Crane put on the afterburners right before she dropped forward and BWUUNGED her into the turnbuckles with a massive Spear / Shoulderblock. Another three shoulder on tummy collisions drove even more wind from the blonde’s lungs, ensuring she was in no shape to resist when the Princess of the Punchline straightened up and laid a forearm across her neck. “I’m not gonna ruin you, Jenny. Not gonna put you in the hospital, even though I really, REALLY want to. All I’m going to do is make you admit to the world that I am a better wrestler than the girl of 8,675,309 holds.”
Jacobs stamped her feet and shoved against the redhead’s elbow, but couldn’t push it away to draw a deep breath. “Yuuhhh… you’re NOT better!” she gurgled. “You never will beNNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Mads landed a Kneelift just above the blonde’s briefs, stretched her out against the corner and climbed onto the middle rope. No posturing or theatrics for those in the audience, Maddy didn’t even ask them for a count, not that it stopped the FAWNatics from providing one as the redhead’s fist came down over and over again. ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NI--’
Jenny escaped through her attacker’s legs (leaving a tuft of hair behind in the process) spun around and quickly raaaaaaaaaaked her claws down the redhead’s back. Maddy groaned, tried to get down, but Jacobs braced a hand against her tush and pounded a few more forearms into her lower back. That stalled Crane long enough for Jenny to reach through those splayed legs and grab a handful of hair. From there she pulled down so that Maddy was practically doubled over, then forced her to stay that way by wedging the back of her neck against the top turnbuckle. It was hardly the most dignified of positions and it didn’t get any better when Jacobs ‘thwapped’ out a saucy little drumbeat on her foe’s buns. “I’d love nothing more than to kick your ass right now, Crane.” Jenny chided as she backed off from her handiwork. “But I’m not sure I can kick that high so--” she hopped forward and flicked her right leg between Maddy’s legs, not for a low blow, but a vicious Super Kick that THWHACKED against the trapped wrestler’s upside down face!
TURNBUCKLE TRAPPED SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wwpb1ALgWKc
Crane’s knees sagged something fierce, thankfully her hold on the top rope kept her from taking an unpleasant tumble to the mat. Alas, her nemesis was an expert at turning gifts into curses, as Mads learned a second later when Jenny charged and landed directly on the middle rope directly behind the redhead. “This is how it starts, Maddy.” Jacobs muttered as she secured the Waistlock. “This is how I break you down for good.”
“Guuuhhhh…. go f*ck yourseELLLEEERRRGGGHHHHH!”
Gasps followed by groans and cheers as Jenny popped her hips in a gorgeous bridge that flung the Princess of the Punchline halfway across the ring before depositing her on the canvas in breathless, facedown sprawl. The German Suplex was a thing of beauty and the Innovator celebrated as such, popping to her feet with both hands raised high in those familiar jaunty J’s. “Impressive distance, right?” she called to the Jacobites. “Tell ya what, if I Suplex her out of her boots, I’ll sign ‘em and put ‘em on--”
A fresh round of cheers as Crane clambered to her knees and then to boot leather. “You think that’s gonna keep me down, JJ?” the redhead huffed. “Lemme tell ya somethin’, I cut my teeth against Wendy Smith and you, sweetheart, are no Wendy SmUNNNNGGGGHH!”
Jenny stomped over to her rival, reared back and swiveled her head with an echoing Bytch Slap! Maddy staggered with the blow, offering her back to Jacobs for only a moment, which proved all the time in the world. Trapping Crane’s right arm over her head in a simple Half Nelson, Jenny looped her left arm around opposing waist and hauled her skyward with a single violent yank. Jacobs broke the Waistlock when Mads reached the apex, a move that allowed her to shift the vulnerable vixen into an incredibly unpleasant landing across the svelte post of Jenny’s right knee!
HALF NELSON BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6YcE4akKXY
The Half Nelson Backbreaker got a standing ovation from chiropractic aficionados and that was all well and good in the eyes of the Innovator. Far less pleasing to the blonde was her opponent’s continued verticality, Maddy somehow bouncing back to her feet even after the maneuver sent a violent shiver down her spine. “I know you’re stubborn, I’d have to be an idiot to not get that by now.” Jenny snapped as she laid claim to her opponent’s wrist. “But I swear to GOD, if I teach you only one thing, it’ll be when to STAY DOWN!” Then she stepped back, dropped a shoulder and hurled Crane at the corner she’d been tossed from only a moment prior. Instinct allowed the Sultana to spin around ahead of the impact even if it meant her battered back absorbed another BWUUUNGING impact.
And still, Crane wouldn’t go down.
Oh her knees were loose and every step was an ordeal, but she trudged out of the corner on a beeline for Jenny, a show of determination that impressed the FAWNatics and maddened the blonde. Pretty face stony with anger, she baited Crane in with beckoning fingers, blocked a looping Haymaker and doubled her over with a Toe Kick. “Even after all of this shyt, I don’t want to break you, Crane.” the NorCal Sensation noted after she’d reeled Maddy into a Standing Headscissors. “But don’t for one f*cking second think that I won’t.”
Disturbed by the tone of her threat, Craig started to say something only to cut it off when Jenny dipped her knees and muscled Maddy onto her shoulders for a Powerbomb. Crane had yet to process her new position when Jacobs charged the corner and BWUUUNGED her prey’s lower back into the top turnbuckle! Maddy shrieked and would’ve dribbled to a boneless seat if the Californian hadn’t straightened her up, twisted around and took three giant steps en route to dropping down on one knee. “AAAWWWWWWW SHHHYT!” the redhead jolted like she’d touched a livewire as the Powerbomb Backbreaker sent another wave of anguish through her traumatized vertebrae.
POWERBOMB BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLJtX8tBRNg
“Shyt is exactly right.” Jenny growled as she loomed over the twitching redhead. “You’re in the deepest shyt of your life and you don’t even know it… or maybe you do.” Jacobs backed off and glanced at the referee. “Ask her.”
It was a rather unconventional approach, as such demands were usually made with an opponent tied in some sort of human knot, but considering the abuse Jenny inflicted over the last few minutes, Long didn’t hesitate to honor the request. “How are you doing, Maddy? Do you want to quit?”
Stretched out on her side, one hand pressed to the small of her back, Crane shook her head ‘no’ and slowly struggled to one knee. “Hey… hey Jenny.” the weary redhead raised her hands overhead and showed off a very familiar sigil. “This is your thing, right? Your sign?” She grimaced, stood up with the J’s still held high. “Well here’s my sign, it doubles as my answer.” ‘Oooohhhhs’ from the capacity crowd when Crane curled her index fingers, raised her middle fingers and turned a pair of very aggressive birds on the fuming blonde. Jenny cursed, stalked in to uncork another Bytch Slap and got her chin checked via a High Knee off a gorgeous vertical leap!
JUMPING KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JoLHjaRsdzo
Jenny’s head snapped back and the rest of her followed, the stunned blonde stumbling hard until she reached the ropes. The touch of that rubber-coated steel seemed to bring Jacobs to her senses, as she pushed off and came out fast with a Forearm Smash aimed at the New Yorker’s NO! Crane intercepted her rival’s wrist, pulled away and yanked her into a heavy Kneelift to the breadbasket. Jenny groaned and doubled over, or at least started to. Her lips were still puffed when Mads whipped her around in a half circle and sent the Innovator hurtling into the ropes. Jacobs hit, returned with a full head of steam that ultimately amounted to nothing because Crane dropped into a crouch and planted both hands against her abs. Actually that wasn’t quite true, Jenny’s momentum amounted to a great deal, just not in the direction she’d intended. Leaning back as the NorCal Sensation encroached on her personal space, the Sultana of Slapstick got full extension on the shove as she got to her feet and launched Jenny into the lights. Calm, cool and collected even when unmoored from the squared circle, Jacobs pulled her knees in and kicked her legs down to make sure she landed on her THWHACK! Maddy hopped off her right foot and drilled the left into Jenny’s chin in a gorgeous Crane Kick! Jenny’s head snapped back and she landed hard on her knees, a position she would’ve occupied for quite some time if Maddy hadn’t grabbed a double fistful of hair and hauled her upright.
“I’ve got so much I want to say to you.” the Happy Anarchist murmured to the glassy eyed lovely.” “But for now I’ll have to let actions do the--” she snapped her head forward, just THWHUNKING the crown of her skull against the bridge of Jenny’s nose. The Headbutt watered Jacobs’s eyes and unhinged her knees, not that either of these developments stopped Maddy from slipping an arm between the blonde’s thighs. Hooking her other arm over Jenny’s right shoulder. Scooping the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds across her chest with an ease that spoke to her oft forgotten power, the Glad Bomber twisted right, then swung to the left and let loose of Jenny’s legs to stretch her out straight in front of her attacker. With Jacobs helpless to the whims of gravity, Mads hastened her return to the mat with a double handful of hair and a short drop to her tush.
SWINGING SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=568gP4GxE3c
Jenny’s forehead hit the mat with a low, ugly THWHONK and the situation got even worse when Crane used her hair hold to wrench the blonde’s neck at an unpleasant angle. Legs stretched in a predatory ‘V’, Maddy slid forward, threaded those dangerous stems around Jenny’s head and locked her ankles to channel FAWN’s most famous ginger and a classic bit of Snarky Charm. Propped up on her hands to deliver as much squeeze as possible, Crane kept the pressure on tight for a full ten seconds before she looked to the ref with a broad smile. “Don’t worry Craig, she hasn’t quit yet. I can’t exactly hear her, but I can feel everything just OOOWWW! Cheap, Jenny. Real cheap!”
The suffocating Sensation stopped trying to pop the lock and settled for tearing it apart with her bare hands, namely raaaaaaaaaaking her fingers across Maddy’s thighs over and over again. Forced to return to the canvas to free up her hands, the Smiling Knight seized Jacobs’s wrists in a rough grip and wrenched them out at her sides in a ‘T’ shape. “Now what, JJ?” Maddy asked the squirming, squealing, battler. “Now you can’t even tap--bytch, don’t you even think about GGGGRRRRRHHHHHHHH!” Crane bore down on Jenny’s wrists hard enough to grind bones, the exertion equal to the anguish etched across her features.
Long didn’t need to ask, he’d seen that exact expression on the faces of dozens of wrestlers trying to maintain a hold against their opponent’s jaws. But gnaw though she did, Jenny couldn’t free her head or her hands from the other woman’s clutches. Holding back panic by the slimmest of margins, the red-faced grappler slid her knees up under her torso, pressed her hands to the canvas as best she could and started inching her way backward. As escapes went it was far from dignified, even through the muffler of Maddy’s thighs Jenny could hear all sorts of hoots and cheers from those dopes appreciating the high, helpless curve of her glutes. Didn’t let it slow her down though, she just kept on sliding and scratching until she felt a boot brush that rubber-coated steel. Then she stretched out flat, threaded her ankles around and bottom rope and demanded, “BREEEAAAAGGGG!” as best she could.
“C’mon Maddy.” Craig said when a fuming Crane put extra pressure on those hellacious Scissors. “Honoring the break is the right thing to do.”
The Sultana of Slapstick opened her mouth, snapped it shut without saying a word. Then she plunged hand into Jenny’s locks and yanked hard enough to get another pained wail. “I don’t let go until you do, understand?” A moment of silence from both women, then a sigh of relief from Crane as she relinquished the Headscissors and slid away.
Gasping like an old lady as oxygen flooded her lungs, Jenny sidled around and dragged herself out onto the apron to gain a reprieve from her tenacious rival. Maddy took the time to catch her breath too, though in truth most of her energy was devoted to massaging the angry red crescent Jacobs left on the inside of her thigh. “Eight million holds?” she muttered once she’d made it back to boot leather. “Guess teetering on the edge of defeat doesn’t leave you with a lot of options, huh Jenny?”
Still sucking wind, the Innovator clutched the middle strand and used it to haul herself upright. After a shuddering breath she said, “Let me stick your face in an open sewer and we’ll see how you fare.”
Maddy’s dark eyes went narrow. “Watch your mouth, JJ.”
“Make me you snarky whore.”
More stung by the derision that she’d ever let on, the Princess of the Punchline raced to the ropes and vaulted over so she occupied the same narrow ledge as her arch nemesis. “Protect yourself or I’ll break your nose.” That was Maddy’s only warning before she stormed into the breach, grabbed a handful of blonde hair and went to town on Jenny’s forehead hockey-fight style. Jenny returned fire in identical fashion, each woman forgoing all semblance of defense to dish out as much punishment as humanly possible.
Their contest was an even one for the first few dozen punches or so, but Jacobs’s output dropped as the clock ground on and soon she was throwing one punch for every two. Then one for every three. In the end she managed to block a right from Crane and follow it with a desperate pie face that rocked Mads back on her heels. “You’re quitting right now, Jenny.” the Sultana murmured. “You might not even know it yet, but you’re quitting.”
Slumped with her butt on the middle rope, Jenny offered a single ‘J’ to Crane, then twisted her wrist around and flipped her off. “Cuuuuhhhh…. can’t make me quit, bytch. Gonna have to knock me out.”
Maddy flipped hair off her face, nodded once. “I can do that.” Quick as wink she darted in and buried a hand in the blonde’s hair. Wrenching Jenny’s head forward, she turned into the Innovator for a European Uppercut that-- ‘OOOOOHHHHHH!’
Genuine shock from those assembled as Jenny reached in and jabbed a thumb into her attacker’s left eye! Blinded by the sneaky counter, Maddy backed away and threw an arm over the ropes to keep herself steady while she tried to swipe away the blurriness. Her world was little more than watercolor sworls when Jenny THWHUMPED a stiff Roundhouse into her gut! Crane ‘ooofffhhhed’ and doubled over, she probably would’ve lost her balance if Jenny hadn’t stepped in and pushed her back against the cables. The FAWNatics, oddly subdued ever since the eye gouge, found their voices in a big way when Jenny shifted around and hooked her right arm across the redhead’s chest. “Can’t make me quit, Maddy. Can’t knock me out either. All you can do is lose.”
“Hhhrrrrgggggghhhh… you haven’t won anything WHHOOAAANNGGHHH!”
Jacobs dipped her knees and back-flipped off the ledge with Crane along for the ride. To those watching the fall seemed to last forever and yet it was a matter of mere heartbeats before the Girl of 8,675,309 Moves THAWHAMMED her burden down flat against the barely-padded concrete floor. There wasn’t an actual explosion but Mads was still left at the bottom of a crater, the devastated redhead stretched out in a boneless spread-eagle that could’ve been in the dictionary next to ‘used up’.
JENNY-CIDE FROM THE APRON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xsPc8VThJrY
Perhaps that’s why it was so surprising when Jacobs shoveled Crane onto her stomach and spun around so she was facing her feet. Taking an ankle in each hand, she tucked Maddy’s left shin into the pit of her right knee and planted her own knee in the small of the redhead’s back. Then she lifted those knotted legs off the floor, slipped an arm through ‘em and laced her hands across Maddy’s left thigh to CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANK back on the Jacobs Ladder!
JACOBS LADDER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvNEx-_gBmk
“AAAAAAAWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHK!” Maddy screamed her way back to full awareness only to discover she was mired in the middle of a nightmare from which there was no escape.
“QUIT!” Jenny bellowed once the first round of shrieks died down. “QUIT OR I’LL BREAK YOUR BACK, I SWEAR TO GOD!”
As dumbfounded as the rest of the crowd following the huge apron Jenny-Cide, Craig Long cleared his head right about the time Jenny secured the Ladder. On the floor shortly thereafter, he dropped to one knee and said, “Can you continue, Maddy? If not, just say the word and I’ll get you out of there.”
Barely holding back tears as the Leg-lock did murderous things to her spine, Crane waved the ref off as best she could. “Outta my way, Craig.” she hissed through clenched teeth. “I beat this once, I’ll beat it AAAAAAAARRRRRHHHHHHH SHYT!”
Jenny slid her plant knee from Maddy’s back to between her shoulders, thus allowing her to put even more strain on the redhead’s vertebrae. “Scream it out, Maddy.” Jenny threatened. “Don’t make me do something I’ll regDAMMIT!” Crane hauled her body out from under Jacobs’s knee, dug her claws into the mat and started draaaaaaaagging herself toward the barricade. The rules of the match meant Jenny didn’t have to do a damned thing when her foe was outside the ring, but it was the principle of the thing, so she swung over and planted her rump in the hollow of Crane’s back. “QUIT, MADDY! IT’S OVER AND YOU KNOW IT!”
The fire in Maddy’s spine had receded into a chilling numbness that she didn’t much care for. Even so, it didn’t stop the Red Hook Joker from draaaaaaagging the both of them inch by inch by inch until she curled three fingers around the bottom of the steel guardrail. “Get off me, JJ.” Mads whispered. “Let me go so we can finish this on our feet.”
Jacobs hissed in disgust, turned away and found herself looking at Craig. “She let you go when I asked her. No reason you can’t do the same.”
Jenny growled, swallowed a lump in her throat, then tossed Maddy’s legs aside and walked away muttering curses.
“Can you stand, Maddy?” Castle asked once the redhead was loose. “If you can’t stand I’ll have to call it for Jen--”
The Smiling Knight forced herself to one knee, clamped down on the top of the barricade and slooooooowly clambered to verticality. Holding on like the rail might try to slip away at any moment, Maddy took several deep breaths before flipping some hair out of her eyes. “That should answer your question, Long. Now get out of my--” BWAAAAANG! Crane shrieked in utter anguish, seemingly the only other sound in the FAWN Arena after Jenny slammed the steel chair into her back.
The Innovator was as quiet as the crowd, though hers was the silence of an assassin finishing the job, as evidenced by the way she drew back the chair and smashed it across Crane’s back a second time. Maddy’s knees finally gave way and she collapsed to all fours, head hanging like a penitent as she shivered with torment. Somewhere above her, a voice said, “Look at me, Maddy.” Crane bit her tongue, reared back and locked eyes with the woman who’d laid her low. “Quit.”
Jenny’s tone brooked no insolence, not that it stopped Maddy for more than a second or two. “Why? You just proved you can’t--” BWAAAAANG!
Jacobs brought the chair up and down on Maddy’s forehead like a woman swinging a sledgehammer. The blow opened a gash right below the hairline, meaning Crane wore the proverbial crimson mask before she collapsed to the floor.
“Jenny…” Craig shook his head, unable to contemplate what’d just transpired. “What the f*ck were you thinking?”
The NorCal Sensation looked at the bloody smear on the chair, let it fall to her side. “Call the match, Craig.”
“What? You gotta be--” “Can she stand? THEN RING THE F*CKING BELL!”
Long pointed at the chair. “Drop it and back off. Don’t test me JenNNNNNGGGHHHHH!”
Jenny slammed the round edge of the chair into Craig’s midsection, raised it over her head and SMASHED him across the back when he doubled over! The zebra went down in a heap next to Maddy, not nearly so bloody but defenseless nonetheless. Alone save for the murmuring whispers of the sold out crowd, Jenny stalked around the corner of the ring to the Timekeeper’s table and chased the poor dope off with a single menacing look. The hammer was right there, but Jacobs just raised the chair one more time and brought it down on the ring bell with a bone jarring CLAAAANG!
Finally tossing her weapon aside, she grabbed a mic and raised it to her lips. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner… via blunt force trauma and severe blood loss… Jenny Jacobs.”
The boos started from somewhere near the back, but it didn’t take long for the whole place to echo with them. The battle weary blonde paid them no mind, she only dropped the mic and trudged up the ramp, making no effort to move for the horde of officials and medics dispatched to check on Maddy and Craig. At the end of this group was a tall, lanky fellow who looked even more distraught than the rest of his compatriots. He and he alone tried to get a word with Jenny as she stalked by. “Jenny! Jen, what’s wrong? Please babe, talk to me. Whatever’s wrong, we can work it--”
He’d grabbed her wrist to slow her down, now she pulled it away with a single hard jerk. “Nothing’s wrong, Al. Not anymore. We’ll talk later though. Just let me wash the blood off first. Oh, and you should check on Long and Crane, Crane especially. I think she’s hurt.”
Jenny sighed and disappeared through the curtain, leaving Al Carpenter torn in two directions. Eventually he pulled himself away from the stage and jogged down the ramp to see just what sort of damage the love of his life had inflicted on two of his best friends.
MADDY CRANE:
The did just that, most of those in attendance leaping to their feet with a roar as Shinedown’s ‘Cut The Cord’ started up. Maddy appeared with her music and raised a fist for her fans but that was it from the usually talkative star as she made her way to ringside. For the deciding battle with her NorCal Nemesis, Crane wore a black sports bra top and matching bikini bottoms crisscrossed with thin red belts worn bandolier style while her boots and pads were done in a shiny red. AS was her custom, the seat of Maddy’s trunks held a message, one equally pithy and topical:
No Quit, Sherlock
Down the ramp in record time, Crane climbed onto the apron, waggled her hips to the music, then grabbed the top rope in both hands and vaulted into the squared circle. Claiming the ring as hers and hers alone, the Sultana of Slapstick strode to the center of the ring and pointed at the hard camera. “You took something precious to me at Heartbroken, JJ. So tonight I’m going to take it out of your ass.”
She might’ve said more if the Announcer hadn’t started up again. “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 JACOBS:
Still on their feet in the wake of Crane’s arrival, the Jacobites got that much louder when Cowboy Mouth kicked in From there it got downright deafening once Jenny burst through the curtain and hoisted the J’s to the rafters. Though she nodded approval to all those that mirrored the sigil back at her, it was clear Jenny’s attention was focused on Maddy and possibly the lapse in judgment that may have cost her rival the World Title a month prior. Then she sheathed the J’s at her sides and pointed to Mads.
“Series ends tonight, baby. No more talk, no more jokes, no more questions. Your ass is mine. Then it’s on to bigger and better things.”
With that she pumped a fist and took off down the ramp full speed ahead.
For this year‘s March to War, Jenny sported her now standard star-spangled indigo briefs, as well as a matching halter-style top with the cups held together by a small metal buckle in the shape of a star. Her boots and pads were a matching blue and her hair hung in a sleek golden bob that fell to just below her ears. Bolting under the bottom rope without breaking her stride, Jacobs sprang to verticality and beckoned Maddy to come get herself some. The redhead did just that, then muttered something unprintable when referee Craig Long held up a staying hand. Jenny shook her head and started backing into the far corner. “Remember this moment, Maddy.” she called from across the canvas. “It’ll be the last time you think you can hang with me.”
When the bell finally sounded and both women stepped away from their corners the sold out crowd immediately split into a two part chorus of ‘LET’S GO JENNY!’ and ‘LET’S GO MADDY!’ Correction, it was more of a two line verse, as a good ninety-nine percent of those assembled were cheering their hearts out for both blonde and redhead. Maddy heard this, and yet didn’t hear it. Every bit of her attention was focused on the woman striding her way and if the sparks coming off those blue eyes were any indication, Jenny felt much the same. Settling into a low loose grappler’s crouch without even realizing it, Crane closed with the blonde and began to circle. Jacobs did the same, her fingers twitching like an old west gunslinger’s as she prodded her rival’s defenses for--
The Innovator shot in low, looking for the Single Leg only to come short when Mads twisted aside at the very last second. Jacobs recovered in an instant which was a good thing considering Crane pounced on her with a Collar & Elbow-no! Jenny dipped beneath those questing arms, spun around behind and caught her in a Half Nelson as neat as you please. Her other arm slipped around Crane’s waist, a dead giveaway for the impending Backbreaker. That’s why Maddy palmed her free hand against the back of Jenny’s skull and quickly dropped to one knee in a Snapmare than flipped the NorCal Sensation onto her-- a crisp little thump followed by thunderous applause from the FAWNatics as Jacobs turned the tumble into an effortless flip that left the hardbody blonde on her feet.
Whirling around with a kick at the ready, Jenny’s smile curdled to unpleasant surprise as she was greeted by the sight of Maddy leaping off her plant foot for that damned Crane Kick! Drawing her head to one side even as she tumbled backward, Jacobs landed on her hands, pulled in on herself like an accordion, then sprang back to boot leather in a gorgeous kip-up.
Face to face once again, the archrivals paused not to take in the cheers (though they were both quite satisfied to hear the crowd so hot for their first skirmish) but to address the other one more time before the fighting got too fierce. “I’m sorry I ruined your title match, Crane.” Jenny said after a moment of silence. “So when I finally get my chance to take it off Veronica, I’ll make sure you get the first crack at it.”
Maddy’s answering smile was utterly devoid of warmth, if not humor. “That’s real kind of you Jenny, considering I was going to offer you the same thing after Heartbroken. Just goes to show that…” she trailed off, snorted, shook her head. “Know what? I can’t even. I had this whole speech prepared about how iron sharpens iron and win or lose, we were both coming out of this better than we went in. It was real good too, practiced it front of Cam and Lily all week, said they got goosebumps by the time I got it just right. Wanted to give you goosebumps too, as a show of respect for you and what this series has meant to my career. But right now all I can think about is how you cost me the biggest prize in FAWN and all I want to do is punch your stupid face.”
“I OOOFFFFFFHHHHH!” Jacobs’s latest apology attempt didn’t even get past the monosyllabic state before the Queen of the Facebusters Tribe dipped low and wrapped both arms around the back of the blonde’s knees. What was originally intended as Double Leg Takedown ended up much more like a Spinebuster, as Crane powered her opponent off the deck by a good three feet before dropping forward and down to THAWHAM her against the thinly-sheathed plywood! The shivering impact couldn’t have mattered less to Maddy, it was simply a means to get her nemesis on the mat so she could mount up and pound away at Jacobs’s skull, which is exactly what she did.
Set on one knee with the curve of her glutes heavy on the blonde’s tummy, the Original Pranksta’ snatched a hank of Jenny’s hair and jerked her noggin off the mat so her pistoning fist didn’t have so far to travel. Justifiably stunned following the huge takedown, Jenny absorbed more than half a dozen knuckle on forehead blasts before she managed to raise her forearms in a weary guard. Give her credit, Jacobs didn’t say one word about the closed fists, mostly because she intended to deliver more than her share once the tables were turned.
Craig on the other hand was still inclined to make his charges follow the rules, even in an environment as relaxed as an I Quit match. “Lay off the closed fists, Maddy!” he tapped her shoulder to emphasize the point. “I can’t disqualify anyone tonight, but I’m not going to let you maim each other either.”
Crane paused the shelling for a moment, reached around the blonde’s guard and palmed the side of her head. “Maiming isn’t the issue here, Craig. But if it’ll make you happy…” she yanked Jenny’s head up even higher, then drove it against the canvas with a heavy THWHUNK!
Stars went off behind the Innovator’s eyes and her defenses collapsed, leaving her groaning and vulnerable when the Sultana of Slapstick began raining down Forearm Smashes on her cheek and brow. Catching movement off her left shoulder, Maddy paused with the bony ridge of her forearm just grrrrrrrrrrinding against her opponent’s jaw and said, “Don’t bother asking if she quits, Craig. We all know she’s not ready. And I’m not through beating her head in yet.”
Still woozy from the basketball bounce she’d so recently endured, Jenny couldn’t summon most of her usual fire, but she still sounded plenty pissed when she growled, “Screw you, Maddy! You’re not just gonna tee off on me all niEERRRRGGGHHH!”
Crane leaned in closer and dragged her forearm back n’ forth across Jacobs’s face in the sort of non-verbal ‘f*ck you’ often favored by extremely pissed off grapplers. “You’re probably right, bytch.” Maddy’s voice was low and cold as she continued the punishment. “You’re tough enough and smart enough to make my life miserable tonight and I’m prepared for that. But right now I’m up here and you’re down there… welcome to Hell, Jenny.”
A single stiff slap to the blonde’s cheek only stoked Crane’s anger a little hotter, but since she didn’t need enjoy the idea of Long nattering in her ear all night, she pulled her forearm away, grabbed Jacobs’s wrists and pinned them overhead. Grapevining her rival’s legs made it a perfect cover, the sort of thing that would’ve had the ref swooping in were it any of their previous encounter. But shoulders on canvas meant nothing tonight and Castle stayed put as Maddy bunched the blonde’s wrists together so she could corral them with one hand. The other she stretched into a splay-fingered claw, one aimed directly for Jacobs’s face!
Jenny, who counted the Iron Claw among her millions of moves, bucked her hips and twisted her head to the side in an effort to wrest out of the redhead’s grip before Mads could secure the agonizing hold. The Princess of the Punchline rode out the wriggling (and the tart ‘smeck’ of her tummy subduing Jenny’s bordered on the sublime) and honed her claw to a pincer so she could take her foe’s ear between thumb and forefinger. “OW, YOU HATEFUL BYTCH!” Jacobs bellowed as Maddy gave it a sharp twist. “IS THAT HOW YOU WANT IT?” Maddy pinched her one more time, followed it by raking her nails down the blonde’s cheek and added another smack for good measure. Then she grabbed Jenny’s chin and turned her head so they were almost nose to nose.
“You cost me a chance to call myself the best in the world, Jenny. You’re f*cking right that’s how I want it.” She wedged the heel of her palm in against the underside of Jacobs’s nose and pressed forward to earn a sharp squeal of pain. The squeal transformed into a distressed groan as Crane pressed her fingertips into Jenny’s temples and forehead and really bore down on the Iron Claw.
“What do you say, Jenny?” Craig asked once the initial burble trailed off to silence. “Do I need to call for the bell?”
Jacobs didn’t shake her head ‘no’, as any such movement sent jagged slivers of pain streaking through her skull. Instead she steadied her breathing as best she could and muttered, “Not a chance, Craig. Keep out of this until I say UUUNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Crane wriggled pinkie and thumb against Jenny’s temples, a trick she’d picked up watching a lot of old Harley Jo Collins bouts during the last few weeks. “’Fraid I’m gonna have to penalize you both for improper wording.” Mads chided. “Last time I checked, this isn’t a ‘Should I call for the bell’ match. If JJ wants out, she knows the--”
“Go f*ck yourself, Maddy.” Jacobs growled. “You got one lucky submission. No goddamned way you’ve got the skills to make me--”
‘Quit’ was cut off with cold finality as Maddy relinquished the Iron Claw to CRAAACK her nemesis’s cheek with a Bytch Slap. “Spin it however you want ass-butt, the scoreboard still reads two all and I’m breathing down your neck.”
The Innovator bucked her hips and twisted her wrists to no avail. “You’re real funny Maddy, always with the jokes. Probably trying to cover up the fact that you’ll be breathing down something else when the bell--”
CRAAACK!
“OOOOWWWW BYTCH!” The Princess of the Punchline treated the stretched blonde to another stiff slap but Jacobs made her pay for the privilege by darting forward and chomping down on the soft webbing between thumb and index finger! Crane’s counter slap struck Jenny’s left ear hard enough to make it ring, yet not hard enough to make her forget that both hands were free to go about their business. Said business included a rude palm wedged directly beneath the redhead’s chin and half a dozen short, savage Forearm Smashes applied directly to the curves of Maddy’s sports bra. Crane cursed, groped for the hand at her chin and wrenched the Grapevine a little wider in hopes of regaining control of the mount. It worked just long enough for Jenny to stop her clubberin’, then she sat up, wrapped both arms around opposing torso and rolled right!
The abrupt reversal left Jacobs on top for the first time that night and though she could’ve claimed ownership of the Grapevine, the NorCal Sensation untangled their legs in favor of hopping / sliding into a heavy straddle atop her opponent’s chest. Making a point to bounce some of the breath from Crane’s lungs with nothing but her glutes, Jenny grabbed Mads by the hair and jerked her head up so the other woman’s chin was snug against the fork of her crotch. Under no particular inclination to end the hair-hold, Jacobs set about a slow motion campaign to snatch her rival bald while another operation saw her free hand piston down into that trim tummy no less than two dozen times. Jenny finished off with a condescending little pat, curled that hand into a talon and worked her own Iron Claw, this one focused on boring through the Pranksta’s midriff.
“Don’t bother to ask if she QUITS, Craig.” the blonde made a point of avoiding eye contact with her foe as she voiced the demand. “I’d rather you wait until she has to filter the answer through my trunNNEERRRGGH!”
With no threat of a three count on the horizon, Crane palmed Jenny’s encroaching buns and dug un like she meant to tear off great big hunks! “You’re the one with trunk snorting experience, JJ. In fact if it wasn’t for all the side-eye afterward, I might think you enjoy having me MMMMMPPPPGGGHHHHHH!”
Jenny doubled down on that hated red hair and yanked Crane’s head up and in even as she scooted forward. Clenching her thighs tight against the struggling battler’s ears, Jacobs worked the Front Face Sit like a woman with a bitter grudge, which come to think of it, she was. “How do you like it now, bytch?” she taunted, her tone low and rasping. “Still like it when you’re the punchline? Or have you finally started to realize that these people are just like me? They’re not laughing with you, they’re laughing AT you!”
Maddy’s answer was a series of insensate shrieks and curses that brought the blonde more professional and personal satisfaction than she’d ever admit to anyone except perhaps Al. Certain that she could wring even more enjoyment from Crane’s inevitably galling end, she removed one hand from her opponent’s locks and balled it into a fist. But rather than pound Crane’s belly again, she extended her index finger and slowly but surely gouged it into Maddy’s navel! The wail against her undercarriage grew all the more insistent, as did the pounding of the punk’s boots against the canvas. Through it all Maddy kept clawing and pushing at her haunches, but Jacobs forced herself to endure, knowing that Crane would run out of air well before any serious damage was done. Even so… Jenny ‘pwaaaked!’ a single punch into those abused abs, then yanked the redhead’s sputtering features away from her trunks.
This time she made sure her eyes were locked on Maddy’s when she said, “Go ahead, Craig. Ask her if she quits.”
Long didn’t much care for playing a role in the ongoing war between his charges, unfortunately in this case it was part of the job. “You heard her, Maddy. Do you quit?”
“Hell no!” the Sultana croaked almost at once. “If poor Al can endure this mess for years, I can take it for a few AAAAAGGGHHH BYTCH!
No one would argue that Jenny Jacobs had taken a lot of abuse in her battles against the Queen of the Facebusters Tribe and with the exception of a few incidents, she’d let most of it roll off her back. That came to an emphatic end the instant Maddy mentioned her longtime boyfriend. Hand still clenched, she raised it high, then brought it down between her rival’s thighs! “Say his name again, slut. Go ahead, say his name and see what happens.”
Maddy reached down with one hand and managed to grab hold of the blonde’s wrist, though she wasn’t able to pull it away from her groin. “No need to get nasty, JJ. I got no beef with ol’ Algernon. He’s a great guy who just happens to have really shytty taste in women, it happens all the timEERRRMMMPPPHHHHH!”
Jenny rose up on her knees, swung around in a swift half circle and dropped right back down, settling those vengeful buttocks squarely on Maddy’s nose! “That’s it, I’m going to break your nose.” Jenny wedged the soles of her boots against the sides of Crane’s skull and bore down with every ounce of her weight. “Or how about I just snap it off? Does that sound good, bytch?” The pinned, wriggling warrior didn’t answer fast enough for Jenny’s liking, so the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds channeled her inner Portia VanBuren by curling her right hand into a claw, which she promptly affixed to the center of Crane’s trunks! “QUIT, MADDY!” Jenny barked as she worked the catty hold with feverish, hateful intensity. “QUIT BEFORE I RUIN YOU FOR GOOD!”
“NO! GET YOUR FAT ASS OFFA ME AND FIGHT AAAARRRRRHHHHHHHH!”
Jacobs stopped clawing, snagged hold of the redhead’s waistband and gave it a vile yank. “Fair? Were you going to say FAIR? Sweetheart, we are WAY beyond the point of WHOOOOAANNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Maddy kicked her legs up, hooked them under her tormentor’s armpits and thrust back with all her might! Caught off balance, Jenny tumbled onto her back while Maddy ended up on her chest in an awkward straddle. Jacobs wasn’t about to let her foe claim that sort of advantage without a fight so she--THUMP! Maddy repaid the trunk shot with one of her own, a quick, angular jab that sent an ugly shudder through Jenny’s sturdy frame.
“Not ONE of these people would blame me for grinding you out right now.” Crane noted after she’d reached back and snagged a handful of blonde hair. “And I may very well posterize your snotty little self before the night is over, but right at this moment I want everyone to see you hurting!” To that end Mads jerked Jenny’s chin up against the southern edge of her bum, balanced on her free hand and extended her legs backward to secure Jacobs’s noggin in a brutally stiff Reverse Headscissors. Ankles crossed, Crane let loose of Jenny’s hair but made a point of swiping some hair off her forehead and tweaking the tip of her nose. Thusly satisfied, she placed a hand on either side of the blonde’s hips, pushed up and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed an angry pink flush into her opponent’s cheeks. Oddly quiet for a position that allowed her a free pass for trash talk, the dominant redhead alternately flexed and relaxed her stems, careful to avoid a pattern so Jenny couldn’t get used to the pressure. After a good thirty seconds or more, she glanced over to Long and nodded. “Ask her.” she emphasized the point by clenching her glutes yet again.
Craig promptly dropped to one knee and tapped the blonde’s shoulder. “Do you quit, Jenny?”
Jacobs waggled her head ‘no’, even though the effort sent bolts of pain through her jaw and neck. “No.” she gurgled. “Get away, Craig.” With that issue settled for the moment, Jacobs curled her hands into claws and sank ‘em deep into the dense meat of her attacker’s haunches. “Leggo goddammit!”
“Not until I hear the magic word.” Crane muttered. “Until then you can suffer. But hey, at least the view is nice, right?” The Happy Anarchist didn’t wait for an answer, rather she pulled one hand off the mat, stuffed it against Jenny’s tummy and regained the lead in their claw race. “Give it up, Jenny. You can be flashier, you can be more popular, I’ll be satisfied knowing I’m the better wrestEERRRRRRGHHH! Bytch, let go right now or I swear to god you’ll AAAAAAHHHHHH!”
Jenny yanked the wedgie even higher, transforming Maddy’s relatively conservative trunks into a thong worthy of Cynthia Mitchell. “Ask her!” Jacobs made the demand in spite of her vulnerable position. “See if the little punk wants to quit before I split her in halOOOWWWWWW F*CK!”
Crane shifted her grip south, bearing down on the Innovator’s undercarriage hard enough to make the blonde’s legs thrash in agony. “So you want to catfight, now? All right JJ, we can do that. Let’s see how long you can GGUUUUHHHRRK!”
The Crotch Claw was nothing short of anguish, yet Jenny was grateful for it because Crane had to shift her position to secure it. Doing so meant the blonde popped her hips and locked her own gams around Maddy’s neck. Just like that it was a war of a attrition, redhead and blonde rolled onto one side as they put everything they had into crushing the definitive surrender from her nemesis. Red-faced and moaning with pain, Jenny and Maddy maintained their stalemate even as the cheers for both women grew exponentially louder. It wasn’t until Jenny balled one hand into a fist and pounded it against Mads’s center that she was able to pull her head loose and roll into the top mount for the first time. Breaking into a smile once she managed a few deep breaths, Jacobs reached back and grabbed a greedy handful of her opponent’s hair. “Kiss my ass, Maddy.” she taunted. “Kiss it or I take this fight back to your trunkAAARRRRHHH DAMN YOU!”
Crane leaned forward like she meant to take the blonde up on the demand, but instead she opened up wide and chomped down on encroaching buttock! The NorCal Sensation tried to maintain her Scissors, but the gnawing grew too painful and so she rolled away following a final spiteful Hammer Punch to the other woman’s groin.
Maddy tumbled in the opposite direction, didn’t stop until she felt the bottom rope brush against one shoulder. From there she pushed to one knee and groped for the strands to help her clamber back to verticality. Jenny did the same on the other side of the squared circle, the infuriated grappler staring daggers through Crane the entire time. “You’re workin’ like a bytch tonight, Jenny. Even more so than usual.” the Sultana of Slapstick noted as she adjusted her distended trunks. “Wedgies, crotch claws, face sits and hair pulls, it’s almost like you’re worried you can’t take me in a straight wrestling ma--”
“I don’t sweat you in the slightest, f*cker.” Jacobs interrupted. “Wrestling, boxing, catfighting, you name it. I’ll beat your sorry ass at all of them.”
“Sorry ass? That’s not what you said when you were nose deep in--”
Jenny tore across the squared circle, took to the skies and drilled a Flying Forearm against the side of Crane’s face. The redhead was rocked off her feet, thankfully the ropes kept her vertical long enough to regain her balance. Of course Jacobs was still all up in her business and at the moment said business involved a handful of hair and a whole lotta straight right hands to the face! Long term strategy be damned, Crane made no attempt at defense, she simply helped herself to a fistful of blonde locks and set about trying to add some character (read: bruises) to Jenny’s pretty features.
“HEY!” Craig stepped in and forcibly wedged himself between the rivals to break up the fisticuffs after ten endless seconds. “What did I tell you both about closed fists? I don’t care how much you can’t stand each other, I won’t let this end with either of you on a stretch--”
Jenny reached over the meddling zebra to slap Maddy across the mouth. “Hear that, sweetie? He’s worried I’m going to ruin--”
Maddy dipped around the beleaguered official, drove a shoulder into Jacobs’s navel and wrapped both arms around her thighs. Hoisting Jenny off her feet even as she continued to plow across the canvas, Crane put on the afterburners right before she dropped forward and BWUUNGED her into the turnbuckles with a massive Spear / Shoulderblock. Another three shoulder on tummy collisions drove even more wind from the blonde’s lungs, ensuring she was in no shape to resist when the Princess of the Punchline straightened up and laid a forearm across her neck. “I’m not gonna ruin you, Jenny. Not gonna put you in the hospital, even though I really, REALLY want to. All I’m going to do is make you admit to the world that I am a better wrestler than the girl of 8,675,309 holds.”
Jacobs stamped her feet and shoved against the redhead’s elbow, but couldn’t push it away to draw a deep breath. “Yuuhhh… you’re NOT better!” she gurgled. “You never will beNNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Mads landed a Kneelift just above the blonde’s briefs, stretched her out against the corner and climbed onto the middle rope. No posturing or theatrics for those in the audience, Maddy didn’t even ask them for a count, not that it stopped the FAWNatics from providing one as the redhead’s fist came down over and over again. ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NI--’
Jenny escaped through her attacker’s legs (leaving a tuft of hair behind in the process) spun around and quickly raaaaaaaaaaked her claws down the redhead’s back. Maddy groaned, tried to get down, but Jacobs braced a hand against her tush and pounded a few more forearms into her lower back. That stalled Crane long enough for Jenny to reach through those splayed legs and grab a handful of hair. From there she pulled down so that Maddy was practically doubled over, then forced her to stay that way by wedging the back of her neck against the top turnbuckle. It was hardly the most dignified of positions and it didn’t get any better when Jacobs ‘thwapped’ out a saucy little drumbeat on her foe’s buns. “I’d love nothing more than to kick your ass right now, Crane.” Jenny chided as she backed off from her handiwork. “But I’m not sure I can kick that high so--” she hopped forward and flicked her right leg between Maddy’s legs, not for a low blow, but a vicious Super Kick that THWHACKED against the trapped wrestler’s upside down face!
TURNBUCKLE TRAPPED SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wwpb1ALgWKc
Crane’s knees sagged something fierce, thankfully her hold on the top rope kept her from taking an unpleasant tumble to the mat. Alas, her nemesis was an expert at turning gifts into curses, as Mads learned a second later when Jenny charged and landed directly on the middle rope directly behind the redhead. “This is how it starts, Maddy.” Jacobs muttered as she secured the Waistlock. “This is how I break you down for good.”
“Guuuhhhh…. go f*ck yourseELLLEEERRRGGGHHHHH!”
Gasps followed by groans and cheers as Jenny popped her hips in a gorgeous bridge that flung the Princess of the Punchline halfway across the ring before depositing her on the canvas in breathless, facedown sprawl. The German Suplex was a thing of beauty and the Innovator celebrated as such, popping to her feet with both hands raised high in those familiar jaunty J’s. “Impressive distance, right?” she called to the Jacobites. “Tell ya what, if I Suplex her out of her boots, I’ll sign ‘em and put ‘em on--”
A fresh round of cheers as Crane clambered to her knees and then to boot leather. “You think that’s gonna keep me down, JJ?” the redhead huffed. “Lemme tell ya somethin’, I cut my teeth against Wendy Smith and you, sweetheart, are no Wendy SmUNNNNGGGGHH!”
Jenny stomped over to her rival, reared back and swiveled her head with an echoing Bytch Slap! Maddy staggered with the blow, offering her back to Jacobs for only a moment, which proved all the time in the world. Trapping Crane’s right arm over her head in a simple Half Nelson, Jenny looped her left arm around opposing waist and hauled her skyward with a single violent yank. Jacobs broke the Waistlock when Mads reached the apex, a move that allowed her to shift the vulnerable vixen into an incredibly unpleasant landing across the svelte post of Jenny’s right knee!
HALF NELSON BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6YcE4akKXY
The Half Nelson Backbreaker got a standing ovation from chiropractic aficionados and that was all well and good in the eyes of the Innovator. Far less pleasing to the blonde was her opponent’s continued verticality, Maddy somehow bouncing back to her feet even after the maneuver sent a violent shiver down her spine. “I know you’re stubborn, I’d have to be an idiot to not get that by now.” Jenny snapped as she laid claim to her opponent’s wrist. “But I swear to GOD, if I teach you only one thing, it’ll be when to STAY DOWN!” Then she stepped back, dropped a shoulder and hurled Crane at the corner she’d been tossed from only a moment prior. Instinct allowed the Sultana to spin around ahead of the impact even if it meant her battered back absorbed another BWUUUNGING impact.
And still, Crane wouldn’t go down.
Oh her knees were loose and every step was an ordeal, but she trudged out of the corner on a beeline for Jenny, a show of determination that impressed the FAWNatics and maddened the blonde. Pretty face stony with anger, she baited Crane in with beckoning fingers, blocked a looping Haymaker and doubled her over with a Toe Kick. “Even after all of this shyt, I don’t want to break you, Crane.” the NorCal Sensation noted after she’d reeled Maddy into a Standing Headscissors. “But don’t for one f*cking second think that I won’t.”
Disturbed by the tone of her threat, Craig started to say something only to cut it off when Jenny dipped her knees and muscled Maddy onto her shoulders for a Powerbomb. Crane had yet to process her new position when Jacobs charged the corner and BWUUUNGED her prey’s lower back into the top turnbuckle! Maddy shrieked and would’ve dribbled to a boneless seat if the Californian hadn’t straightened her up, twisted around and took three giant steps en route to dropping down on one knee. “AAAWWWWWWW SHHHYT!” the redhead jolted like she’d touched a livewire as the Powerbomb Backbreaker sent another wave of anguish through her traumatized vertebrae.
POWERBOMB BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLJtX8tBRNg
“Shyt is exactly right.” Jenny growled as she loomed over the twitching redhead. “You’re in the deepest shyt of your life and you don’t even know it… or maybe you do.” Jacobs backed off and glanced at the referee. “Ask her.”
It was a rather unconventional approach, as such demands were usually made with an opponent tied in some sort of human knot, but considering the abuse Jenny inflicted over the last few minutes, Long didn’t hesitate to honor the request. “How are you doing, Maddy? Do you want to quit?”
Stretched out on her side, one hand pressed to the small of her back, Crane shook her head ‘no’ and slowly struggled to one knee. “Hey… hey Jenny.” the weary redhead raised her hands overhead and showed off a very familiar sigil. “This is your thing, right? Your sign?” She grimaced, stood up with the J’s still held high. “Well here’s my sign, it doubles as my answer.” ‘Oooohhhhs’ from the capacity crowd when Crane curled her index fingers, raised her middle fingers and turned a pair of very aggressive birds on the fuming blonde. Jenny cursed, stalked in to uncork another Bytch Slap and got her chin checked via a High Knee off a gorgeous vertical leap!
JUMPING KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JoLHjaRsdzo
Jenny’s head snapped back and the rest of her followed, the stunned blonde stumbling hard until she reached the ropes. The touch of that rubber-coated steel seemed to bring Jacobs to her senses, as she pushed off and came out fast with a Forearm Smash aimed at the New Yorker’s NO! Crane intercepted her rival’s wrist, pulled away and yanked her into a heavy Kneelift to the breadbasket. Jenny groaned and doubled over, or at least started to. Her lips were still puffed when Mads whipped her around in a half circle and sent the Innovator hurtling into the ropes. Jacobs hit, returned with a full head of steam that ultimately amounted to nothing because Crane dropped into a crouch and planted both hands against her abs. Actually that wasn’t quite true, Jenny’s momentum amounted to a great deal, just not in the direction she’d intended. Leaning back as the NorCal Sensation encroached on her personal space, the Sultana of Slapstick got full extension on the shove as she got to her feet and launched Jenny into the lights. Calm, cool and collected even when unmoored from the squared circle, Jacobs pulled her knees in and kicked her legs down to make sure she landed on her THWHACK! Maddy hopped off her right foot and drilled the left into Jenny’s chin in a gorgeous Crane Kick! Jenny’s head snapped back and she landed hard on her knees, a position she would’ve occupied for quite some time if Maddy hadn’t grabbed a double fistful of hair and hauled her upright.
“I’ve got so much I want to say to you.” the Happy Anarchist murmured to the glassy eyed lovely.” “But for now I’ll have to let actions do the--” she snapped her head forward, just THWHUNKING the crown of her skull against the bridge of Jenny’s nose. The Headbutt watered Jacobs’s eyes and unhinged her knees, not that either of these developments stopped Maddy from slipping an arm between the blonde’s thighs. Hooking her other arm over Jenny’s right shoulder. Scooping the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds across her chest with an ease that spoke to her oft forgotten power, the Glad Bomber twisted right, then swung to the left and let loose of Jenny’s legs to stretch her out straight in front of her attacker. With Jacobs helpless to the whims of gravity, Mads hastened her return to the mat with a double handful of hair and a short drop to her tush.
SWINGING SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=568gP4GxE3c
Jenny’s forehead hit the mat with a low, ugly THWHONK and the situation got even worse when Crane used her hair hold to wrench the blonde’s neck at an unpleasant angle. Legs stretched in a predatory ‘V’, Maddy slid forward, threaded those dangerous stems around Jenny’s head and locked her ankles to channel FAWN’s most famous ginger and a classic bit of Snarky Charm. Propped up on her hands to deliver as much squeeze as possible, Crane kept the pressure on tight for a full ten seconds before she looked to the ref with a broad smile. “Don’t worry Craig, she hasn’t quit yet. I can’t exactly hear her, but I can feel everything just OOOWWW! Cheap, Jenny. Real cheap!”
The suffocating Sensation stopped trying to pop the lock and settled for tearing it apart with her bare hands, namely raaaaaaaaaaking her fingers across Maddy’s thighs over and over again. Forced to return to the canvas to free up her hands, the Smiling Knight seized Jacobs’s wrists in a rough grip and wrenched them out at her sides in a ‘T’ shape. “Now what, JJ?” Maddy asked the squirming, squealing, battler. “Now you can’t even tap--bytch, don’t you even think about GGGGRRRRRHHHHHHHH!” Crane bore down on Jenny’s wrists hard enough to grind bones, the exertion equal to the anguish etched across her features.
Long didn’t need to ask, he’d seen that exact expression on the faces of dozens of wrestlers trying to maintain a hold against their opponent’s jaws. But gnaw though she did, Jenny couldn’t free her head or her hands from the other woman’s clutches. Holding back panic by the slimmest of margins, the red-faced grappler slid her knees up under her torso, pressed her hands to the canvas as best she could and started inching her way backward. As escapes went it was far from dignified, even through the muffler of Maddy’s thighs Jenny could hear all sorts of hoots and cheers from those dopes appreciating the high, helpless curve of her glutes. Didn’t let it slow her down though, she just kept on sliding and scratching until she felt a boot brush that rubber-coated steel. Then she stretched out flat, threaded her ankles around and bottom rope and demanded, “BREEEAAAAGGGG!” as best she could.
“C’mon Maddy.” Craig said when a fuming Crane put extra pressure on those hellacious Scissors. “Honoring the break is the right thing to do.”
The Sultana of Slapstick opened her mouth, snapped it shut without saying a word. Then she plunged hand into Jenny’s locks and yanked hard enough to get another pained wail. “I don’t let go until you do, understand?” A moment of silence from both women, then a sigh of relief from Crane as she relinquished the Headscissors and slid away.
Gasping like an old lady as oxygen flooded her lungs, Jenny sidled around and dragged herself out onto the apron to gain a reprieve from her tenacious rival. Maddy took the time to catch her breath too, though in truth most of her energy was devoted to massaging the angry red crescent Jacobs left on the inside of her thigh. “Eight million holds?” she muttered once she’d made it back to boot leather. “Guess teetering on the edge of defeat doesn’t leave you with a lot of options, huh Jenny?”
Still sucking wind, the Innovator clutched the middle strand and used it to haul herself upright. After a shuddering breath she said, “Let me stick your face in an open sewer and we’ll see how you fare.”
Maddy’s dark eyes went narrow. “Watch your mouth, JJ.”
“Make me you snarky whore.”
More stung by the derision that she’d ever let on, the Princess of the Punchline raced to the ropes and vaulted over so she occupied the same narrow ledge as her arch nemesis. “Protect yourself or I’ll break your nose.” That was Maddy’s only warning before she stormed into the breach, grabbed a handful of blonde hair and went to town on Jenny’s forehead hockey-fight style. Jenny returned fire in identical fashion, each woman forgoing all semblance of defense to dish out as much punishment as humanly possible.
Their contest was an even one for the first few dozen punches or so, but Jacobs’s output dropped as the clock ground on and soon she was throwing one punch for every two. Then one for every three. In the end she managed to block a right from Crane and follow it with a desperate pie face that rocked Mads back on her heels. “You’re quitting right now, Jenny.” the Sultana murmured. “You might not even know it yet, but you’re quitting.”
Slumped with her butt on the middle rope, Jenny offered a single ‘J’ to Crane, then twisted her wrist around and flipped her off. “Cuuuuhhhh…. can’t make me quit, bytch. Gonna have to knock me out.”
Maddy flipped hair off her face, nodded once. “I can do that.” Quick as wink she darted in and buried a hand in the blonde’s hair. Wrenching Jenny’s head forward, she turned into the Innovator for a European Uppercut that-- ‘OOOOOHHHHHH!’
Genuine shock from those assembled as Jenny reached in and jabbed a thumb into her attacker’s left eye! Blinded by the sneaky counter, Maddy backed away and threw an arm over the ropes to keep herself steady while she tried to swipe away the blurriness. Her world was little more than watercolor sworls when Jenny THWHUMPED a stiff Roundhouse into her gut! Crane ‘ooofffhhhed’ and doubled over, she probably would’ve lost her balance if Jenny hadn’t stepped in and pushed her back against the cables. The FAWNatics, oddly subdued ever since the eye gouge, found their voices in a big way when Jenny shifted around and hooked her right arm across the redhead’s chest. “Can’t make me quit, Maddy. Can’t knock me out either. All you can do is lose.”
“Hhhrrrrgggggghhhh… you haven’t won anything WHHOOAAANNGGHHH!”
Jacobs dipped her knees and back-flipped off the ledge with Crane along for the ride. To those watching the fall seemed to last forever and yet it was a matter of mere heartbeats before the Girl of 8,675,309 Moves THAWHAMMED her burden down flat against the barely-padded concrete floor. There wasn’t an actual explosion but Mads was still left at the bottom of a crater, the devastated redhead stretched out in a boneless spread-eagle that could’ve been in the dictionary next to ‘used up’.
JENNY-CIDE FROM THE APRON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xsPc8VThJrY
Perhaps that’s why it was so surprising when Jacobs shoveled Crane onto her stomach and spun around so she was facing her feet. Taking an ankle in each hand, she tucked Maddy’s left shin into the pit of her right knee and planted her own knee in the small of the redhead’s back. Then she lifted those knotted legs off the floor, slipped an arm through ‘em and laced her hands across Maddy’s left thigh to CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANK back on the Jacobs Ladder!
JACOBS LADDER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvNEx-_gBmk
“AAAAAAAWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHK!” Maddy screamed her way back to full awareness only to discover she was mired in the middle of a nightmare from which there was no escape.
“QUIT!” Jenny bellowed once the first round of shrieks died down. “QUIT OR I’LL BREAK YOUR BACK, I SWEAR TO GOD!”
As dumbfounded as the rest of the crowd following the huge apron Jenny-Cide, Craig Long cleared his head right about the time Jenny secured the Ladder. On the floor shortly thereafter, he dropped to one knee and said, “Can you continue, Maddy? If not, just say the word and I’ll get you out of there.”
Barely holding back tears as the Leg-lock did murderous things to her spine, Crane waved the ref off as best she could. “Outta my way, Craig.” she hissed through clenched teeth. “I beat this once, I’ll beat it AAAAAAAARRRRRHHHHHHH SHYT!”
Jenny slid her plant knee from Maddy’s back to between her shoulders, thus allowing her to put even more strain on the redhead’s vertebrae. “Scream it out, Maddy.” Jenny threatened. “Don’t make me do something I’ll regDAMMIT!” Crane hauled her body out from under Jacobs’s knee, dug her claws into the mat and started draaaaaaaagging herself toward the barricade. The rules of the match meant Jenny didn’t have to do a damned thing when her foe was outside the ring, but it was the principle of the thing, so she swung over and planted her rump in the hollow of Crane’s back. “QUIT, MADDY! IT’S OVER AND YOU KNOW IT!”
The fire in Maddy’s spine had receded into a chilling numbness that she didn’t much care for. Even so, it didn’t stop the Red Hook Joker from draaaaaaagging the both of them inch by inch by inch until she curled three fingers around the bottom of the steel guardrail. “Get off me, JJ.” Mads whispered. “Let me go so we can finish this on our feet.”
Jacobs hissed in disgust, turned away and found herself looking at Craig. “She let you go when I asked her. No reason you can’t do the same.”
Jenny growled, swallowed a lump in her throat, then tossed Maddy’s legs aside and walked away muttering curses.
“Can you stand, Maddy?” Castle asked once the redhead was loose. “If you can’t stand I’ll have to call it for Jen--”
The Smiling Knight forced herself to one knee, clamped down on the top of the barricade and slooooooowly clambered to verticality. Holding on like the rail might try to slip away at any moment, Maddy took several deep breaths before flipping some hair out of her eyes. “That should answer your question, Long. Now get out of my--” BWAAAAANG! Crane shrieked in utter anguish, seemingly the only other sound in the FAWN Arena after Jenny slammed the steel chair into her back.
The Innovator was as quiet as the crowd, though hers was the silence of an assassin finishing the job, as evidenced by the way she drew back the chair and smashed it across Crane’s back a second time. Maddy’s knees finally gave way and she collapsed to all fours, head hanging like a penitent as she shivered with torment. Somewhere above her, a voice said, “Look at me, Maddy.” Crane bit her tongue, reared back and locked eyes with the woman who’d laid her low. “Quit.”
Jenny’s tone brooked no insolence, not that it stopped Maddy for more than a second or two. “Why? You just proved you can’t--” BWAAAAANG!
Jacobs brought the chair up and down on Maddy’s forehead like a woman swinging a sledgehammer. The blow opened a gash right below the hairline, meaning Crane wore the proverbial crimson mask before she collapsed to the floor.
“Jenny…” Craig shook his head, unable to contemplate what’d just transpired. “What the f*ck were you thinking?”
The NorCal Sensation looked at the bloody smear on the chair, let it fall to her side. “Call the match, Craig.”
“What? You gotta be--” “Can she stand? THEN RING THE F*CKING BELL!”
Long pointed at the chair. “Drop it and back off. Don’t test me JenNNNNNGGGHHHHH!”
Jenny slammed the round edge of the chair into Craig’s midsection, raised it over her head and SMASHED him across the back when he doubled over! The zebra went down in a heap next to Maddy, not nearly so bloody but defenseless nonetheless. Alone save for the murmuring whispers of the sold out crowd, Jenny stalked around the corner of the ring to the Timekeeper’s table and chased the poor dope off with a single menacing look. The hammer was right there, but Jacobs just raised the chair one more time and brought it down on the ring bell with a bone jarring CLAAAANG!
Finally tossing her weapon aside, she grabbed a mic and raised it to her lips. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner… via blunt force trauma and severe blood loss… Jenny Jacobs.”
The boos started from somewhere near the back, but it didn’t take long for the whole place to echo with them. The battle weary blonde paid them no mind, she only dropped the mic and trudged up the ramp, making no effort to move for the horde of officials and medics dispatched to check on Maddy and Craig. At the end of this group was a tall, lanky fellow who looked even more distraught than the rest of his compatriots. He and he alone tried to get a word with Jenny as she stalked by. “Jenny! Jen, what’s wrong? Please babe, talk to me. Whatever’s wrong, we can work it--”
He’d grabbed her wrist to slow her down, now she pulled it away with a single hard jerk. “Nothing’s wrong, Al. Not anymore. We’ll talk later though. Just let me wash the blood off first. Oh, and you should check on Long and Crane, Crane especially. I think she’s hurt.”
Jenny sighed and disappeared through the curtain, leaving Al Carpenter torn in two directions. Eventually he pulled himself away from the stage and jogged down the ramp to see just what sort of damage the love of his life had inflicted on two of his best friends.