Post by bigfan on May 7, 2017 2:25:29 GMT
The hour had grown late for the bacchanal known as Spring Break, yet the presence of the Announcer told the faithful there was time for a final showdown and for that they were eternally grateful. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger, 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:
A month ago such a proclamation was met with near universal adoration, now four short weeks later the jeers outnumbered the cheers by at least half, as even the staunchest of Jacobites couldn’t forgive their leader for not one, but three heinous chair attacks at March to War. Their newfound anger grew that much louder when the speakers gave them 'Invincible' by Adelita's Way instead of ‘Jenny Says’. A moment later the challenger made her presence known, brushing through the curtain to take her place at center stage. Apparently unfazed by the disdain from what was certainly the fair weather portion of her fan base, Jenny slowly raised both hands overhead and offered them a pair of languid, somehow ironic J’s. Several of the diehards returned the sigil, but a great deal more answered with a thumbs down or a raised middle finger. As nonplussed by this as she was the boos, the Innovator snugged the J’s into invisible holsters at each hip and started down the aisle.
For her first World Championship in (too f*cking long) quite a while, Jacobs wore a dead black version of her ‘starstruck’ 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 an electric blue while her hair was pulled back in a short, severe ponytail. Making no effort to acknowledge any of the love (or hatred) hurled her way, the challenger kept her pace methodical until she was nearly at the base of the ramp. Then she broke into an explosive sprint, dove under the bottom rope and bounded to her feet in the seemingly the blink of an eye. “Well I suppose congratulations are an order.” Jenny said to referee Craig Long as he closed in to check her pads and boots. “This is your first Main Event, yes?”
“Yes it is. And I mean to make sure it’s clean from bell to bell.”
“So do I, Craig.” Jacobs tipped him a little salute n’ wink, then backed into the far corner and settled in with her eyes trained on the stage.
Once Jenny’s new jam faded the Announcer picked up where he’d left off. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Bridgeport California she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds, she is the FAWN World Champion… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
VERONICA TREYMANE:
Black & White took over for Kodachrome and the Treymane Gang (not to mention a great deal of dissatisfied Jacobites) greeted the World Champion at the top of their lungs. Alongside the grayscale came a frenetic touch of the modern in the form of Social Distortion’s ‘Machine Gun Blues’. Not long thereafter the Pinstripe Powerhouse stormed through the curtain at a near run. Pausing only when she was a few steps down the ramp, Veronica yanked off her fedora and ripped open the replica Thompson she’d made her trademark. “SO DAISY’S GOT EIGHT MILLION MOVES, DOES SHE?” the champ roared to the capacity crowd. “WELL ALL I NEED IS ONE SHOT!” That might’ve been true but it didn’t stop ‘Ronnie from laying down a line blistering pyro on the ramp. Easing off the trigger only when the clip clicked empty, Treymane set the barking iron on her shoulder and made her way to the squared circle.
On this particular April Evening, the Dangerous Dame wore the midnight blue ’championship edition’ of her usual boy-cut pinstripe trunks and bustier. The accompanying suspenders and belt gleamed bright white, while her pads and boots matched the blue of her trunks. Her boots remained matte black, as per usual. Glaring daggers at the woman who‘d cast a pall over the last few months of her reign, Veronica went straight up the steps, handed the Thompson to Long, then shrugged off her coat and dropped it on the floor, all without taking her eyes off the challenger. Left with the ten pounds of leather and gold as her only accessory, Treymane stormed through the ropes, ripped it off her waist and hoisted it to the rafters. Her other hand beckoned Jacobs forward, but Jenny’s only answer was a pair of J’s and a knowing smile. Disgusted, Veronica tossed the strap to Craig and backed into her corner to await the opening bell.
CLANG! Veronica stomped out of her corner, the usually cool blonde clearly angry and eager to get her hands on the woman who’d left her a smoldering ruin at the end of March to War. Anyone expecting reluctance to go along with this newfound mean streak was pleasantly (or perhaps unpleasantly?) surprised when Jenny went straight at the incoming champion. Closing in fast, Treymane abruptly lunged for a Collar & Elbow CRACK, CRAAACK! Jacobs slipped through her defenses with a savage Overhand Slap to the décolletage and followed it up with an equally stiff backhanded Bytch Slap.
The Dangerous Dame staggered backward but the challenger did not pursue. Rather Jenny said, “That’s for--”
In no need of explanations, Treymane roared forward and would’ve taken the smaller woman’s head off with an Elbow Smash if Jacobs hadn’t dipped low at the last second. Hooking Treymane’s exposed arm as she escaped, the NorCal Sensation whipped through a go-behind and pinned the champ’s arm up between her shoulders in the same motion. Keeping one hand on Veronica’s wrist to maintain the Hammerlock, Jenny breezed under her foe’s right arm, reared back and swung for the fences with her own ’Captivating’ Lar-NO!
Veronica ducked late enough to feel the breeze of the Lariat part her hair, yet the narrowness of the escape didn’t stop her from taking Jenny’s back with a rough Waistlock. Digging her knotted fists in hard enough to make Jenny ‘ooofh’, Treymane dipped her hips and slung the Innovator up, over and back with a German Suplex that planted Jacobs squarely… on her feet?
A master of defense as well as offense, Jenny tumbled through the potentially catastrophic drop to land in a crouch directly behind the recovering blonde. Jen glanced at ‘Ronnie, then the ropes and raced into the latter to ensure she had an impressive head of steam when she hopped up and pistoned her knee into the base of Treymane’s sku--”Dammit!” Jacobs cursed under her breath as the World Champ threw herself onto all fours, avoiding yet another potential knock-out shot. Wheeling around the instant she had control of herself, Jacobs had half a heartbeat to process the process the boot flying at her face, yet it still proved enough time for her to twist away from the Chicago Lightning.
“Gotcha now, bytch.” Planted on her left foot, Jenny shuffle-stepped forward and fired a Super Kick at the point of her rival’s ‘smeck!’
Veronica caught the challenger’s ankle in both hands, forcing her to balance on one foot. “Too slow, Dai--” Jacobs leapt and twisted to the side, lashing her free foot at the side of Treymane’s noggin. And she came up short AGAIN, the Pinstripe Powerhouse proving herself an extremely good scout as she went down on one knee to keep the Enzugiri from denting her head. Jenny popped up at once, but this time she wasn’t quick enough to evade the huge Forearm Smash that Veronica THWHUMPED against the small of her back!
She moaned and stumbled a bit, but not nearly far enough to keep Treymane from reaching around and claiming her left wrist. Placing her left hand against the smaller blonde’s back, the Neo-Noir Knockout kept Jacobs steady for a moment, then stepped back and tugged that captured wrist to spin Jenny around in a dizzyingly quick half circle. In that same breath Treymane did some spinning of her own, only she came out the other side bearing an Elbow Strike with Jenny’s name on “UUUNNNNNGGH!”
Anguish from Veronica and disgust from the crowd as Jacobs dropped to one knee and planted a straight right hand in the center of her opponent’s trunks! Treymane doubled up without falling over which was fine with Jenny, as it meant one less step in straightening Veronica up and ducking under her right arm. With her own right arm hooked across the champ’s chest, Jenny snagged a handful of trunks with her left hand and gave ‘em a hard yank, the wedgie nothing but a show of control as she turned the bigger blonde in a slow circle. “See how easy that was?” she called to the jeering FAWNatics. “If you think this chick is the best the new generation has to offer, just wait until I NGH! NGH! NNNGGHHH!”
Fearless even when perched on the edge of a Jenny-Cide, the Dangerous Dame steeled her right arm and pounded that elbow into side of Jacobs’s head once, twice, three times. The last shot forced Jenny to disengage, the challenger grumbling in disgust as she rubbed the ache away. “Is that how you want this, ‘Ronnie?” she asked after the ringing subsided. “Quick and clean isn’t good enough, you want me to take you apart piece by--” THWHACK!
Veronica cut the distance with another quick spin only this time there was no getting out of the way for the Girl of 8,675.309 Holds. The Rolling Elbow cracked off her jaw with a sound like a rifle shot and she went down hard to a thunderous ‘OOOOOHHHH!’ from the sell out crowd. More than willing to dismiss the other blonde in rapid fashion, Treymane dropped to her knees, laid across Jenny’s chest and hooked the far leg for…
ROLLING ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hZG-Xe_n3TM
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Jacobs tumbled over onto her belly and kept right on going until she’d made an escape under the bottom rope. Veronica didn’t bother to pursue. A quick win would have been nice, but her heart and her pride wanted to punish the Innovator for her behavior over the last few months… and for Maddy, even if Crane said otherwise. Out on the floor, Jenny leaned against the corner post and massaged her jaw to make sure the pinstriped bytch hadn’t dislocated anything. She’d moved onto her teeth when Treymane stomped over, sat on the middle strand and pushed down while simultaneously yanking up on the top rope. “Spit out any teeth you don’t need, then get your ass in here, Daisy.” Veronica demanded.
Jenny backed off and gave her a baleful glare. “F*ck off, Treymane. I don’t answer to you.”
“What’s the matter, you wanted this match so badly, now you’re hanging out on the floor? Let me guess, Maddy and Autumn did so well against me you thought I was vulnerable. News flash, sweetheart. I’m not vulnerable, they’re just better than--”
Jenny went from the floor to the apron in a flash, the enraged Innovator snatching a huge handful of Treymane’s hair over the protestations of the referee. She would’ve dropped back and ‘twanged’ the taller woman’s over the throat if Veronica hadn’t reached between the top and middle strands and wrapped her arms around Jenny’s waist. “UUNNNNNNNGGGGHHH!” Jacobs groaned as the Neo-Noir Knockout tried to crush her ribs with the Bear Hug. Resisting the only way she could, Jenny doubled down on the hair hold and tried to remove great patches of the champion’s scalp.
“All right you two, lay off! Lay off right now!” Craig Long barked after the blondes interlude in the ropes stretched to five seconds. “Break it up or I’ll call it right now! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” Veronica and Jenny disengaged at the same time, both women raising their hands to demonstrate compliance. “Thank you.” the ref sighed. “Veronica, please step back so Jenny can re-enter the ring.” Treymane obliged the request, though her eyes never left the NorCal Sensation.
“So quick to follow orders.” Jacobs sneered. “Just like a good little lap byEERRRGGHH!”
Veronica slapped the taste out of her mouth and the rope out of her hands, Jenny dropping to the floor to lean awkwardly against the apron. “Open your mouth one more time and I’ll knock it around to the back of your head.” Treymane threatened. “I mean it Jenny, I’m not in the mood for any of your shiTWHOOOAAEEERRRGGGHHHH!”
Jacobs snatched hold of the champ’s right foot, pulled it between the bottom and middle rope, then backpedaled across the narrow aisle so that ‘Ronnie landed hard on her side and went crotch-first into the rubber-coated steel! Pain etched across her face as the rope ground against her center, Treymane sat up and hooked an arm over the middle rope. But rather than demand a break from the official, she drew her left leg in and flicked out a kick aimed at Jacobs’s ribs. Too bad Jenny had anticipated such a reaction, as she moved to one side so the blow skidded off her hip with no real damage. Hooking an arm around the champ’s thigh gave the smaller blonde control of both of Treymane’s legs, a development that did not bode well for the Neo-Noir Knockout if the nasty grin on Jenny’s face was any indication.
“You know I’ve got more than eight million moves, right?” Jacobs had her foe’s legs hooked just above the knee and she’d taken a step back from the apron to keep out of Veronica’s reach. “Well, here’s one I haven’t used in a very long time.”
Treymane swiped at her challenger over and over again, the smirk on Jenny’s face enough to keep her trying even though she came up short every time. “Let me guess. Is it from your ‘how to save your ass when you’re about to lose collect AHHHHHHHH GAAAAAAAAWWWWWD!”
Jenny tugged Veronica’s crotch against the bottom rope and slid her coil to the bigger blonde’s upper thighs in the process. From there she raised one leg and braced it against the edge of the apron. Simply pushing back would’ve been painful enough, unfortunately for the Dangerous Dame, Jenny was looking to make a statement, which was why she hopped up planted her other foot against the apron! Sympathetic ‘ooooohhhh’s’ from the FAWNatics even as Jacobs leaaaaaaaaaaaned back, the NorCal Sensation practically parallel to the arena floor as Treymane wailed and strained against the cable grinding her undercarriage!
Impressive though it was (differing angles of this particular torment made headlines on pro-wrestling sites around the globe) Jenny’s latest trick was still very much illegal and Craig Long brought it to a merciful end by slightly adjusting the speed of his count. “FOURTEEN… FIFTEEN, SIXTEEN…. SEVENTEEN… EIGHT--”
Jacobs hopped down, then climbed onto the apron. Technically she had to reenter the ring to stop the count, but Long knew he’d catch hell from management if there was a count-out in a World Title tilt, so he just cleared his throat and said, “Get it back in the ring, Jenny.”
“Only if you promise to count that fast when I’m pinning this overrated bytch.” The ref didn’t say anything to that, so Jenny took the top rope in both hands and vaulted back into the ring with a Stomp aimed directly at Veronica’s skull. Any relief the crowd felt when Jacobs landed beside her opponent’s noggin curdled into disdain when the Innovator flicked her stompin’ foot back to scuff a nasty little shot off the other blonde’s cheek. Veronica cursed, grabbed Jacobs’s ankle and paid for it when the challenger stamped on her forearm!
“Eeerrrhhhhh… dammit Jacobs, get off of my NNNGGGHHH!”
Jenny whipped around and dropped to one knee, all the better to bounce the other off Treymane’s forehead. “Stop pawing at me and I will.” Senses dulled by the Knee Drop, Veronica offered minimal resistance as Jacobs filled both hands with her hair and dragged her back to verticality. A quick trio of Kneelifts just below the bellybutton kept Treymane mired in the depths of her Low Blow induced anguish while Jenny went around on her six and dipped her head under the taller woman’s left arm. “Let’s see if we can’t add some character to this flat ass. That ok with you, ‘Ronnie?”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse had several choice words for Jacobs on that particular subject, alas they all remained locked in her throat as Jenny looped an arm around her midsection and palmed her other hand against the back of opposing thigh. Hooks set, she dipped her knees and hoisted Veronica onto her shoulder like she was going for a Backdrop Suplex, except she stalled at the apex. After a moment she started to spin, slowly at first, then faster and faster as she got a better handle on her balance. Though she never quite achieved that level of blurry speed that came with an Airplane Spin, the NorCal Sensation was still moving at a really good clip when she swung Treymane forward and went down on one knee to THWHUMP the big blonde’s tailbone with a huge Atomic Drop!
Knocked onto tiptoe after the butt-busting collision, Veronica let out a keening wail she managed to choke off after a second or two. Silent or not, the champ was still quite vulnerable, as illustrated by Jacobs when she swatted Treymane’s tush. “What’s with the pigeon toes, sweetie?” she teased. “Feeling a little rickety tonight?”
Damned if ‘Ronnie didn’t round on her with a Haymaker locked n’ loaded, but her reaction was much slower than usual and Jacobs swatted it down with a quick forearm. She followed with a hard Toe Kick, the point of her boot once again striking the sweet spot beneath the champ’s navel and above the line of her briefs. Huffing like an old lady, Veronica doubled over to offer up her noggin to a snarling Jacobs. “I’m so sick of hearing about how dominant you are. About how you’re going to lead the locker room for the next ten years, like we should all be so grateful for your fucking presence.” Jenny ground down on the Standing Headscissors and wrapped her arms around the other blonde’s waist. “You’re nothing but hype and a great spin campaign, ‘Ronnie. Just like Juliet. Just like Olivia. Just like Shea. That’s why I’m going to end you, so that this locker room can have a leader who WHOAH!”
The Neo-Noir Knockout dipped her knees and straightened up in an attempt to sling her tormentor over with a Back Body Drop. The effort hoisted Jenny more than six inches off the canvas and might’ve gone a whole lot farther if the Innovator hadn’t halved the Waistlock and reached between Treymane’s thighs. “OOOOHHHHH BYTCH!” Veronica shrieked in misery and anger as the Crotch Claw set Jacobs back on her feet.
“Quit your whining or it’ll get worse, asshole. Actually, it’ll get worse regardless, so go ahead and scream your f*cking head off.” Reasserting the Waistlock, the NorCal Sensation gathered her strength and muscled / flipped Veronica onto her shoulders for a Powerbomb. No stall to be found here though, Jacobs slipped her right shoulder from under the champ’s leg and positioned that arm so it was between Treymane’s legs. Then she dropped forward and down to THAWHAM Veronica with a huge Powerbomb made all the worse by the Elbow she spiked into opposing crotch! Almost overcome with nausea in the wake of the Sledge-O-Matic, Treymane sat up and wedged both hands between her thighs, a valiant albeit futile defense against the next round of punishment.
SLEDGE-O-MATIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjMJ1L9AfKk
Seated in front of the reeling World Champion, Jenny slid back a bit, spread her legs in a ‘V’ and scooted forward so that her boots were wedged against the sides of Veronica’s knees. “I’ll take these, since you’re not using them.” she said shortly before clamping down on Treymane’s wrists.
Sensing the unpleasantness that was about to befall her, Veronica shook her head frantically ’no’. “Duuuhhhh…. don’t do it, Jenny. Don’t even think about OOOOOWWWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Jacobs did more than think, she acted with great relish, pushing forward with her legs while simultaneously leaaaaaaaaaaaning to effectively make the Dangerous Dame try n’ touch her toes while enduring a hellish Wishbone. “I hope you’ve been keeping track of all the different ways I can destroy your filthy crotch.” Jenny taunted the suffering grappler. “I’d hate to run through them all again because you were too stupid to write them down.”
Craig interjected before Treymane could offer a response, the ref checking to see if the champion wanted to throw in the towel. Veronica sent him off with a shake of her head, when she spoke it was to the challenger. “You’re pathetic, Daisy. For all of those moves and holds at your disposal, you have to resort to working my trunks to EEERRRGGGGHHHHHH!”
Jenny forced the big blonde’s stems a little wider and pulled her wrists a little closer. “Resorting? Who’s resorting to anything?” Jenny chided. “I could beat you a different way every night for five years straight, I chose this particular strategy because--”
“Because it’s the easiest way to get your desperate, undeserving hands on the World TitOOOOOHHHHHH SHYT!” Treymane’s palms were actually on the mat now, her fingertips mere inches from the insides of her tormentor’s thighs. Might as well have been a mile, Veronica couldn’t focus on anything other than fighting the pain with the NorCal Sensation trying to split her in half.
“As I was saying,” Jenny resumed once her prey quieted down, “I’ve been working your prissy little trunks all night because I wanted to show these people that you’re no poster girl. You’re an overrated piece of trash.”
Veronica shook her head, whether to rebuke the challenger or the zebra, no one knew. Gritting her teeth as she raised her head to meet Jacobs’s eyes, the Pinstripe Powerhouse asked, “So what’s your excuse for Maddy? For Autumn? How did you justify what you did to them you no class, bleached-blonde NNNNNGGGHHH EEERRRRRRAAAAAAGGGHHH!”
Jacobs broke one of her Wristlocks to bury a hand in the gangster’s hair. After mirroring the tactic with her other hand she bounced Veronica’s forehead against the mat and treated it to a vilely energetic scrubbing! “All right Jenny, break it up and back off!” Long admonished once he understood the blonde meant to scrape her foe’s features raw. The incensed Innovator paid Craig no mind, forcing him to start a count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” Jenny let loose with a flourish, tossing Veronica’s noggin away so she could pluck some errant golden strands from her palms with obvious disgust.
‘Ronnie paid her no mind, she’d curled into a near-fetal ball the very instant Jacobs released the top half of the Wishbone. She was still tending to her poor abused hamstrings when Jenny grabbed a handful of hair and slowly tugged her to boor-leather. “Don’t worry, you’ll be back sobbing on the mat soon.” the Californian nodded after returning to the Wristlock, “but for now I need those fat little legs of yours to hold up a little while longer.” No answer from Treymane, so Jacobs stepped back, lowered a shoulder and hurled her adversary into a corner on the opposite side of the ring.
Already close by the time Veronica’s back BWUUUNGED against the buckles, JJ put on a final burst of speed and left her feet in a low leap that added even more momentum to the Clothesline she THWHAPPED across Treymane’s sternum. Veronica’s legs kicked up high but she managed to steady herself thanks to a death grip on the top rope. Jenny didn’t mind at all, in fact she was smiling quite prettily when she cupped the champ’s ears and walked her out to the center of the squared circle. With Veronica slumped and huffing well away from the strands, Jenny twisted around in a half circle and reached back with both hands to snag the taller woman’s head with a Three Quarters Facelock. Some of the more devout (or perhaps deviant) Jacobites cheered for the Spivey Point Driller, but most of the FAWNatics let loose with angry jeers when Jenny dipped down and vaulted backward over the hapless--
Veronica spun beneath the challenger and spread her arms just enough for Jacobs to drop down across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. The crowd cheered heartily but Treymane paid it no mind, as she’d already ‘hupped’ Jenny up n’ off her shoulders. The Dangerous Dame went down with her, sinking to one knee just in time for Jenny to THWHUMP across the sturdy expanse of her thigh. Jacobs ‘ooooofffffhed’ and would’ve slopped free of her opponent’s clutches if Treymane hadn’t grabbed hold at either end. Powering to her feet while simultaneously flipping the challenger over, Veronica turned in a quarter circle, pushed onto her toes and returned to her knee for the second time in less than a minute.
“Oh yeah Daisy, that’s a sound I could get used to.” Treymane’s smile finally made an appearance as she moved her hands to thigh and chin to exacerbate the pressure on the Backbreaker. “Of course you’re such a troll that you’ll probably tap out to spoil my fun, but I really hope you hold on for a nnnnngggghhhh!” Refusing to endure the other blonde’s mouth even in the midst of a painful stretch, Jenny reached up with one hand and raked her fingers across the champ’s mouth. “Get your hand out of my face, Jenny.” ‘Ronnie threatened. “Or I’ll do it myself.”
Jacobs smirked in spite of the pain. “That’d be a firsEEERRRRGGHHH GODDAMNED BYTCH!”
Treymane slid her hand from the blonde’s thigh to her trunks, Veronica scored her first victory in the Trunk War with a white-knuckled claw! “What’s wrong, Daisy? Dealing with an attack of conscience? Or have you realized you’re not as tough as you tho--bytch, let go.”
Jenny, who’d lowered her clawin’ hand to have a go at the champ’s breasts, squeezed that much harder. Veronica snorted, made the NorCal Sensation pay for her insolence with another pulse of her steely fingers. “Yuuuhhh… you hypocritical slut,” Jacobs gaped after waggling a finger in the direction of the official. “You’re just as tacky as JuliOOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Veronica released both hooks, knotted her hands into a single fist and brought it down on the other blonde’s navel. Jenny again tried to squirm off the champion’s knee and Treymane again stymied the effort, ‘Ronnie muscling Jenny up against her chest as she clambered to verticality. Turning in a slow circle to let the rest of the Treymane Gang know that she’d regained control of the situation, Veronica stopped facing the hard camera and offered it a wink. Then she dipped and tossed Jacobs from her chest to her shoulders, the challenger landing with her legs hooked over the Dame’s shoulders. She had a moment to think Powerbomb! and then Veronica slung her down with all her might, just THWHAMMING JJ on the back of her head and shoulders! Sent off with the hardest goodbye imaginable, Jacobs barely twitched as Treymane pressed against her upturned haunches for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds twisted a shoulder off the mat to break the pin, unfortunately that very momentum made it much easier for Veronica to turn her onto her belly. Stepping over in the same motion, the FAWN World Champ cinched her arms around Jenny’s upper thighs and sank into a deep, deep crouch. “Go ahead and ask her, Craig!” Treymane grinned as she drove the medicine ball of her glutes into the small of Jacobs’s lower back. “Ask the snippy little Daisy if she wants to take the easy way out one more time!” She craaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the Crab, trying to bend Jenny into the same ‘J’ shape she always offered the fans.
POWERBOMB TO BOSTON CRAB @ 1:50
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RnNVgTWDOHI
Still close to the action following the Powerbomb, Long got down on one knee to better check his charge. “How are you doing, Jenny? Need me to call for the--”
“Get your ass out of my way.” Jacobs growled through gritted teeth. “The only thing I need from you is one working ear when that overrated skank finally taps AAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHHH!”
Veronica slid back so the curve of her glutes was snug against the nape of her opponent’s neck. “Look around, Daisy.” Treymane taunted. “You’re gonna tap out or I’m going to snap you in half!” Jenny didn’t need to look anywhere to confirm the threat in her opponent’s words, that’s why she kept her forehead on the mat while she tried to formulate a way out of the champion’s agonizing trap. Of course Veronica wasn’t much interested in peace and quiet after all of the challenger’s underhanded tactics (some of them quite literal) so she eased her arms down a little farther and craaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the spine-bending Crab.
“AAAAWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAAAAAHK!” Jenny pushed up on one elbow and reached back with her other hand, trying to grab hold of the other blonde’s hair. In this she succeeded quite quickly, alas, the ref was still close enough to warn her away immediately and Treymane made her pay by slamming her glutes into the small of the Innovator’s tormented back.
The FAWNatics, always an excellent barometer of a wrestler’s fighting spirit, sensed Jacobs’s growing desperation and started a raucous ‘TAP!’ chant. Before March to War such a demand would’ve been met with a counter-chant at once, tonight however things were horribly one-sided in the favor of surrender. Patient in spite of her anger, Treymane ground her tush against the helpless blonde and jostled her legs up n’ down. “Hear that, Daisy? Seems like I’ve converted a lot of Jacobites tonight. Give it up so the hold-outs don’t have to see you carted away on a stretchHEY!”
Jenny let out a roar of mixed anguish and determination as she abruptly pushed herself a good six inches off the canvas. No sass for the Dangerous Dame now, she focused on scratching and clawing her way toward the ropes, a distance she closed in remarkably short order. Those aforementioned remaining Jacobites made their presence felt as Jenny reeeeeaaaaaaaaached for the bottom rope and Jenny might well have thanked them for the support if that damned Treymane hadn’t stood up and dragged her right back to the middle of the ring!
Veronica tossed Jenny’s legs down once the promise of escape was a distant memory, but any hope for protracted relief came to a brutal end when she stomped on the flattened blonde’s back and took possession of her left wrist. Striking with the sort of aggressive precision that’d helped her beat the best in the world during her reign, the Pinstripe Powerhouse jerked Jenny’s arm to one side and dropped across her back while simultaneously feeding the vulnerable limb between her thighs. Jacobs had seen enough of Treymane’s matches to know what was coming and so she pulled her right arm beneath her chest to keep the bigger blonde from getting at “NGH! NGH! NGH!” Veronica braced her right hand against the mat, thus creating the perfect vantage point to drive several stiff Elbow Smashes into the base of Jenny’s skull. After half a dozen she worked that hand into the NorCal Sensation’s hair and wrenched her head back. “Give me your arm, Daisy.
“Fuuuhhh…. f*ck you, bytch.” Jenny muttered. “You want it? You’re gonna have to take itEERRRGHHHHAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”
‘Ronnie paid back some earlier torment by driving Jacobs’s face into the mat and scrubbing it back n’ forth until Long reached ‘THREE!’ on his count. The rough treatment forced Jenny to at least try and defend her noggin, just as Treymane had intended. Sliding her left arm beneath the Californian’s now exposed bicep, Veronica pulled it back beneath her own left armpit, then locked her hands in an S-grip against Jenny’s cheek and absolutely REEFED back on the Noir-revoir.
NOIR-REVOIR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rXZQRy3KpZE
“NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Jenny wailed in defiance even as her feet beat a frantic, anguished tattoo on the canvas. With her arms and head almost entirely removed from the equation, the suffering challenger twisted her hips and strained her legs to make herself as long as humanly possible. A valiant effort to be sure, yet it still left her several feet from the sanctuary of the strands.
Veronica noted this, relaxed the clasp for a moment, then applied that much more pressure. “Give it up, Jenny.” the Neo-Noir Knockout commanded. “There’s no way you can make it to those ropes before I separate your shoulders.”
Craig Long mirrored those sentiments in a much politer tone, not that it stopped Jacobs from giving him the evil eye until he slunk away. Gritting her teeth as the slow motion escape scraped her hip against the rough canvas, the Innovator muttered, “That’s what you’re gonna have to do, asshole. Because I’ll never submit to the likes of you.”
Treymane’s nostrils flared and she cranked the stretch yet again. “That so? Maddy told me you always talk the biggest game when you’re on the verge of teaAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!”
Jacobs twisted her head into the champion’s coil and sank her teeth into the base of Veronica’s right thumb. Craig started to count at once, but the NorCal Sensation was gnawing to maim and Veronica released her hooks well before the zebra reached the end of his count. Scrambling to boot-leather at once, Treymane reared back and THWHUMPED a savage kick into the smaller blonde’s ribs. Jenny ‘oooffffhed’ and curled around her throbbing gut, a position she would’ve enjoyed for quite some time if the FAWN World Champion hadn’t hair-hauled her to verticality.
Another hard Elbow Smash loosened Jacobs’s knees enough for Veronica stuff her head under one armpit and slide her hands under the Californian’s biceps. Double Underhook secure, Treymane planted her feet and glared out into the crowd. “TIME TO CUT THIS DAISY DOWWHOOOAAANNNNGGGGHHH!” Gripped by the same desperation that’d taken over at the end of her I Quit match with Crane, Jenny drove her shoulder into Treymane’s midsection and forced her backward across the mat in search of either ropes or a turnbuck-BWUUUNG!
Veronica hit the corner hard, let go of the challenger and sank back with her butt resting on the middle buckle. The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds wasn’t doing much better, as she’d grabbed the second rope in a death grip to keep from crumpling to her knees. “Step off, Daisy.” Veronica huffed. “Go on, get out of here. You finally got your break, so NNNNGHH!”
Jenny reared back as if for a Shoulderblock, so it was all the more surprising when she THUMPED her forehead against the other blonde’s crotch! Veronica wailed and went pale, indeed she would’ve crumpled to her haunches if not for the support of the ring-post. Jenny knew as much, more importantly, she knew how to take advantage of this information. Straightening with a weary grunt, Jacobs chested up on the Pinstripe Powerhouse even as she used one boot to slide Treymane’s feet away from one another. “So you think the ropes make you safe, huh ‘Ronnie?” Jenny drilled a Kneelift between her opponent’s thighs. “You think they’ll protect you from me?” She reintroduced her knee to the champ’s trunks with a second Kneelift. “Bein’ honest here, I’m not sure how well it’s going to work. (THUMP!) You look a lot of things right now. (THUMP!) Sick. (THUMP!) Weak. (THUMP!) Afraid. (THUM-THUMP!) But you sure as f*ck don’t look safe!”
Jacobs finished her proclamation with one more crotch shot, then wedged a shoulder into Veronica’s tummy and hooked her behind the knees to boost the gasping grappler into a seat on the top turnbuckle. With Treymane in place, Jenny stepped back and brushed the hair off her forehead to better survey the scene. She thought about it for a moment, stepped in and casually CRAAACKED Treymane’s mouth with a Bytch Slap. This slight went unpunished, so JJ grabbed a double handful of hair and used it to keep herself steady as she climbed all the way to the top rope. “Here’s one I haven’t used in a very long time,” Jenny said to the top of her foe’s head, “I’m so glad to dust it off for an overrated bytch like you.”
“Shuuu… shut your mouth you trunk-mugging little mmmppppphhhhhhhhh!”
A surprised mix of cheers and jeers from the Spring Break crowd as Jacobs yanked Veronica’s woozy features against the center of her trunks. Hardly content with a mere smother, the Innovator rolled her hips in snug little figure eights, treating the champion’s face as little more than an intimate scratching post. One look at Jenny’s face told the viewer that this demeaning treatment could’ve gone on for quite a while, had they not been perched on the top rope in a rather precarious position. Even so, Jacobs kept it up for an internal five count, then pushed Treymane’s head back just far enough to hop up and ‘smeck’ her thighs around that abused noggin. Trap sprung, Jacobs torqued her hips and flung Veronica from her perch into a gorgeous freefall that planted the champ on her back in the middle of the canvas with a resounding THAWHAM!
AVALANCHE 'RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ7ve2O6BsQ
The Avalanche ‘Rana left Treymane a gasping starfish, one that encouraged the remaining Jacobites to urge their leader toward a quick cover. But Jenny’s new attitude didn’t mean she was any less of a ring general and she knew damned well that Treymane wasn’t ready to go out just yet. So rather than go for the pin she went straight to the nearest corner and sprang into the high rent district. Twisting around to face the ring, Jacobs stood tall and hoisted the Double J’s overhead before turning them into a pair of middle fingers she offered the vulnerable warrior below. The boos didn’t do a damned thing to prevent the challenger from leaping into the lights for a mid-air toe touch that transformed into something far more dangerous when she stretched out and THWHUMPED the point of her right elbow deep into the other blonde’s sternum! Veronica’s legs kicked up in a weak spasm so Jenny hooked the nearest and strengthened the cover by jamming her forearm against the line of Treymane’s jaw. Craig was several steps away from the action so he made a running dive and landed on hands and knees to count off the…
BOSOU ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0gDMt-aDoHs
ONE…
TWO!
The Neo-Noir Knockout sat up and shoved Jenny back on her haunches to save the World Title for at least another three seconds. Jacobs gave the ref a vaguely dissatisfied look, luckily for him she saved the brunt of her ire for Veronica, who she cuffed upside the head with a rough Forearm Smash. Treymane grunted and listed to one side only for Jacobs to snatch a huge handful of hair to straighten her out. Dropping into a crouch behind the larger blonde, Jenny cinched her left arm around ‘Ronnie’s neck in an Inverted Facelock, then strengthened her moorings with a handful of waistband. What could’ve been a pretty nasty Dragon Sleeper proved nothing more than prologue as the NorCal Sensation used these grips to drag Treymane to boot leather.
“Ya hung around for a while ‘Ronnie, but I think your barking iron’s about to click empty.” Jacobs taunted as she slid her right hand from the champ’s waistband to her right kneepad. “Me though, I’ve still got a full clip with your name on it.” Veronica offered nothing by way of response, so Jenny gathered her reserves and hoisted the champ up like she was looking for an Inverted Suplex. But when the groggy gangster hit two o’clock Jacobs turned her knee-grip into a straight up cradle, meaning Veronica was good n’ bundled when her attacker kicked both legs forward and sat out to THAWHAM Treymane down on the back of her head and shoulders! Still clutching that trapped leg, Double J pulled it that much closer to her chest to keep Veronica stacked nice and tight while the ref tolled off…
SIT-OUT LIFTING INVERTED DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HgUJTWQUo3Q
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Pinstripe Powerhouse defied Jenny again and earned herself a scorching SMACK on the tummy for her efforts. Growing ever more furious over her inability to salt the stubborn bytch away, Jenny popped up, grabbed Treymane at wrist and ankle and drrrrrraaaaaaagged her to the dead center of the squared circle. “I hope you enjoy being the first highlight on my championship reel, asshole.” Jenny taunted once she’d tossed the champ’s limbs aside. Making a point to step on Treymane’s midsection on her way to the corner, Jacobs went to the top in a single feline leap and landed so she faced the ring. No theatrics this time around, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds just drew her bead on ground zero and took to the skies once more, this time in the gorgeous yet awkward head-first back flip that was the hallmark of the Shooting Star Pre--
“UUNNNGGGGGGGHHHHH! Veronica rolled toward the corner with a whisper to spare, meaning Jenny came down on empty canvas with every ounce of her hundred and twenty-plus pounds! Jacobs bounced to her knees in the aftermath, both hands cinched tight against her ribs like she meant to hold everything together. Her normally pretty face an ashen gray, she clambered up and shuffled around in search of the tramp that’d dared sabotage her THWHACK! Treymane spun, hopped and lashed out with her right foot to lay a serious lick of Chicago Lightning across the challenger’s unsuspecting jaw.
CHICAGO LIGHTNING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQ5ogzccy1k
Jenny turned to follow the blow and went down like a ton of bricks, the gobsmacked lovely practically planking as she hit the deck. Beside her, Veronica raked a hand through her hair and treated herself to a luxuriously deep breath. “What was that about hitting empty, Daisy?” There was no need for an answer, ‘Ronnie just peeled her adversary off the mat, folded her over with a Toe Kick and applied a Standing Headscissors. A single vindictive squeeze forced a moan from the Innovator before Treymane leaned down and wrapped her arms around Jenny’s waist. Feet set she lifted / spun Jacobs onto her shoulders and THAWHAMMED her down with a Powerbomb! Craig sidled in immediately, one hand already raised for NO! Treymane dug a little deeper to scrape Jenny up for another spine-testing Powerbomb. Knowing full well how things came in threes around these parts, Long held his ground while Veronica hauled her burden back up for another “AAAAAHHHHHHHH!”
The NorCal Sensation pressed her hands to the sides of Veronica’s head and punished her with a pair of thumbs to the eyes! Sliding free of the champ’s clutches while Treymane dealt with her blurred vision, Jenny snatched a handful of hair--THWHACK! Veronica lashed out with a hatefully stiff Elbow Strike that sent Jenny stumbling chest-first into the nearest corner.
Frozen by a moment’s indecisiveness, Long looked back and forth between his charges to see who needed his attention first. He’d almost decided on the champ when he noticed Jenny’s hands fiddling with the top turnbuckle. No, not just fiddling, she was trying to-- “Hey knock that off, Jenny!” Craig got to the corner a split second after Jacobs removed the heavy pad. “Get out of here, you know better than that!”
Jacobs flashed him a reproachful look but didn’t argue when the ref set to undoing her handiwork. Elsewhere, Veronica rubbed at her stinging eyes to bring the world back into focus. A sharp whistle combined with a sudden increase in crowd noise raised her head in search of-- Jenny hurled the handful of salt (her real reason for worrying at the buckle pad) into Treymane’s eyes and followed that with a straight-up Soccer Kick between the thighs.
Blind and mute (save for a high, reedy whistle that sounded vaguely like a tea kettle) Veronica turned away from the source of her agony and was only vaguely aware when Jenny reached under her left arm to snag her right wrist. A single giant step back twisted Treymane back the way she’d came and jerked her into what looked like a mutual Clothesline until Jacobs palmed the back of her neck and launched herself into a gorgeous back flip with the champ still in tow! THAWHAAAAAM! The Jenny-Cide left Veronica in a starfish with Jacobs kneeling beside and though the Californian could’ve gone for any cover in the world, she swung a leg over the Dangerous Dame’s mug and buried her in buttock! Baring her teeth in a vile grin, Jenny hooked her foe behind both knees and leaned back, adding a Reverse Matchbook to the nose-grinding swivel of her hips while an oblivious Craig counted off…
JENNY-CIDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iOQHUKNZbcA
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TWO…
THREE!
Treymane bucked her rider off half a heartbeat later, not that it mattered now. Feeling vaguely like he’d played a part in some heretofore unknown crime, Long threw a signal to the Timekeeper as he walked to the ropes. A moment later the bell CLANGED and the Announcer spoke up, the poor dope almost yelling to be heard over the incensed crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and the NEW FAWN World Champion… JENNY JACOBS!”
Gripped by a mixture of elation and anger so intoxicating it was frightening, Jenny snatched the belt from Long’s hands, stormed to the side facing the hard camera and climbed onto the second strand. “YOU HEAR WHAT HE SAID?” she bellowed at the top of her lungs. “HE SAID I’M THE BEST IN THE GODDAMNED WORLD! YOU ASSHOLES BETTER GET USED TO IT!”
This brought on another round of boos so the freshly gold-plated Innovator raised her prize in one hand and flipped them off with the other. Hopping down only when she was sure their disdain had peaked, Jacobs spun around on one heel and stopped in her tracks when she spied Craig talking to a knock-kneed, but very much vertical, Veronica Treymane. “What’s this shyt?” she snapped. “Since when do ref’s console the loser before raising the champion’s hand?”
The put-upon zebra shook his head in confusion. “C’mon Jen, I was about to give you the belt when you--”
Jenny stepped forward and stuck out her free hand. “Raise. My. Hand. Now.”
“What are you going to do if he doesn’t Jenny?” Veronica growled. “You gonna kick him in the junk over and over again? Or maybe you’ll just throw salt in his eyes.”
Jenny didn’t let her hand or her gaze drop. “Get out of my ring, loser. Get out right now and maybe I won’t petition the front office to cancel the rematch for your lying, slandering--”
“How about we just watch the replay, then?” Treymane interrupted.
“Why? Are you that eager to see the handprints on your ass when I folded you--”
The Dangerous Dame stepped to Jenny so hard it knocked her back a step. It was only a step though, and Jacobs closed it up the instant she caught her balance. “I will get my rematch, Jenny.” the now former champ promised. “And when I do I will make you sorry you ever decided to set up shop in my trunks.”
“You probably will.” Jenny agreed. “The office has always had a soft spot for defeatist whiners like you. But it won’t happen for almost a month. Lot of stuff can happen in a month, ‘Ronnie. Especially to wannabe gangsters who lead dangerous lives. You don’t mind if I hold onto this in the meantime, do you?” She raised the World Title to cheek level, practically shoving it in Treymane’s face.
Veronica’s hands curled into fists so tight she found bloody crescents in her palms a few minutes later, yet in the end she disengaged without violence. “Yeah, you can hold it for a while, Daisy. Just don’t get used to it. That title’s coming with me at Mayhem.”
Jenny just slapped the golden faceplate before draping the belt over her shoulder. “Talk tough now, ‘Ronnie. I know at least eight million reasons why you’ll fail.” Veronica gnashed her teeth in helpless rage, then slipped out of the ring and trudged up the ramp without a word. Jenny watched her go, noting that Treymane’s head was held far higher than she would’ve liked. “We’ll fix that next time.” she whispered. “If you actually get in the ring with me again, I’ll make sure you leave in a f*cking ambulance.”
JENNY JACOBS:
A month ago such a proclamation was met with near universal adoration, now four short weeks later the jeers outnumbered the cheers by at least half, as even the staunchest of Jacobites couldn’t forgive their leader for not one, but three heinous chair attacks at March to War. Their newfound anger grew that much louder when the speakers gave them 'Invincible' by Adelita's Way instead of ‘Jenny Says’. A moment later the challenger made her presence known, brushing through the curtain to take her place at center stage. Apparently unfazed by the disdain from what was certainly the fair weather portion of her fan base, Jenny slowly raised both hands overhead and offered them a pair of languid, somehow ironic J’s. Several of the diehards returned the sigil, but a great deal more answered with a thumbs down or a raised middle finger. As nonplussed by this as she was the boos, the Innovator snugged the J’s into invisible holsters at each hip and started down the aisle.
For her first World Championship in (too f*cking long) quite a while, Jacobs wore a dead black version of her ‘starstruck’ 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 an electric blue while her hair was pulled back in a short, severe ponytail. Making no effort to acknowledge any of the love (or hatred) hurled her way, the challenger kept her pace methodical until she was nearly at the base of the ramp. Then she broke into an explosive sprint, dove under the bottom rope and bounded to her feet in the seemingly the blink of an eye. “Well I suppose congratulations are an order.” Jenny said to referee Craig Long as he closed in to check her pads and boots. “This is your first Main Event, yes?”
“Yes it is. And I mean to make sure it’s clean from bell to bell.”
“So do I, Craig.” Jacobs tipped him a little salute n’ wink, then backed into the far corner and settled in with her eyes trained on the stage.
Once Jenny’s new jam faded the Announcer picked up where he’d left off. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Bridgeport California she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds, she is the FAWN World Champion… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
VERONICA TREYMANE:
Black & White took over for Kodachrome and the Treymane Gang (not to mention a great deal of dissatisfied Jacobites) greeted the World Champion at the top of their lungs. Alongside the grayscale came a frenetic touch of the modern in the form of Social Distortion’s ‘Machine Gun Blues’. Not long thereafter the Pinstripe Powerhouse stormed through the curtain at a near run. Pausing only when she was a few steps down the ramp, Veronica yanked off her fedora and ripped open the replica Thompson she’d made her trademark. “SO DAISY’S GOT EIGHT MILLION MOVES, DOES SHE?” the champ roared to the capacity crowd. “WELL ALL I NEED IS ONE SHOT!” That might’ve been true but it didn’t stop ‘Ronnie from laying down a line blistering pyro on the ramp. Easing off the trigger only when the clip clicked empty, Treymane set the barking iron on her shoulder and made her way to the squared circle.
On this particular April Evening, the Dangerous Dame wore the midnight blue ’championship edition’ of her usual boy-cut pinstripe trunks and bustier. The accompanying suspenders and belt gleamed bright white, while her pads and boots matched the blue of her trunks. Her boots remained matte black, as per usual. Glaring daggers at the woman who‘d cast a pall over the last few months of her reign, Veronica went straight up the steps, handed the Thompson to Long, then shrugged off her coat and dropped it on the floor, all without taking her eyes off the challenger. Left with the ten pounds of leather and gold as her only accessory, Treymane stormed through the ropes, ripped it off her waist and hoisted it to the rafters. Her other hand beckoned Jacobs forward, but Jenny’s only answer was a pair of J’s and a knowing smile. Disgusted, Veronica tossed the strap to Craig and backed into her corner to await the opening bell.
CLANG! Veronica stomped out of her corner, the usually cool blonde clearly angry and eager to get her hands on the woman who’d left her a smoldering ruin at the end of March to War. Anyone expecting reluctance to go along with this newfound mean streak was pleasantly (or perhaps unpleasantly?) surprised when Jenny went straight at the incoming champion. Closing in fast, Treymane abruptly lunged for a Collar & Elbow CRACK, CRAAACK! Jacobs slipped through her defenses with a savage Overhand Slap to the décolletage and followed it up with an equally stiff backhanded Bytch Slap.
The Dangerous Dame staggered backward but the challenger did not pursue. Rather Jenny said, “That’s for--”
In no need of explanations, Treymane roared forward and would’ve taken the smaller woman’s head off with an Elbow Smash if Jacobs hadn’t dipped low at the last second. Hooking Treymane’s exposed arm as she escaped, the NorCal Sensation whipped through a go-behind and pinned the champ’s arm up between her shoulders in the same motion. Keeping one hand on Veronica’s wrist to maintain the Hammerlock, Jenny breezed under her foe’s right arm, reared back and swung for the fences with her own ’Captivating’ Lar-NO!
Veronica ducked late enough to feel the breeze of the Lariat part her hair, yet the narrowness of the escape didn’t stop her from taking Jenny’s back with a rough Waistlock. Digging her knotted fists in hard enough to make Jenny ‘ooofh’, Treymane dipped her hips and slung the Innovator up, over and back with a German Suplex that planted Jacobs squarely… on her feet?
A master of defense as well as offense, Jenny tumbled through the potentially catastrophic drop to land in a crouch directly behind the recovering blonde. Jen glanced at ‘Ronnie, then the ropes and raced into the latter to ensure she had an impressive head of steam when she hopped up and pistoned her knee into the base of Treymane’s sku--”Dammit!” Jacobs cursed under her breath as the World Champ threw herself onto all fours, avoiding yet another potential knock-out shot. Wheeling around the instant she had control of herself, Jacobs had half a heartbeat to process the process the boot flying at her face, yet it still proved enough time for her to twist away from the Chicago Lightning.
“Gotcha now, bytch.” Planted on her left foot, Jenny shuffle-stepped forward and fired a Super Kick at the point of her rival’s ‘smeck!’
Veronica caught the challenger’s ankle in both hands, forcing her to balance on one foot. “Too slow, Dai--” Jacobs leapt and twisted to the side, lashing her free foot at the side of Treymane’s noggin. And she came up short AGAIN, the Pinstripe Powerhouse proving herself an extremely good scout as she went down on one knee to keep the Enzugiri from denting her head. Jenny popped up at once, but this time she wasn’t quick enough to evade the huge Forearm Smash that Veronica THWHUMPED against the small of her back!
She moaned and stumbled a bit, but not nearly far enough to keep Treymane from reaching around and claiming her left wrist. Placing her left hand against the smaller blonde’s back, the Neo-Noir Knockout kept Jacobs steady for a moment, then stepped back and tugged that captured wrist to spin Jenny around in a dizzyingly quick half circle. In that same breath Treymane did some spinning of her own, only she came out the other side bearing an Elbow Strike with Jenny’s name on “UUUNNNNNGGH!”
Anguish from Veronica and disgust from the crowd as Jacobs dropped to one knee and planted a straight right hand in the center of her opponent’s trunks! Treymane doubled up without falling over which was fine with Jenny, as it meant one less step in straightening Veronica up and ducking under her right arm. With her own right arm hooked across the champ’s chest, Jenny snagged a handful of trunks with her left hand and gave ‘em a hard yank, the wedgie nothing but a show of control as she turned the bigger blonde in a slow circle. “See how easy that was?” she called to the jeering FAWNatics. “If you think this chick is the best the new generation has to offer, just wait until I NGH! NGH! NNNGGHHH!”
Fearless even when perched on the edge of a Jenny-Cide, the Dangerous Dame steeled her right arm and pounded that elbow into side of Jacobs’s head once, twice, three times. The last shot forced Jenny to disengage, the challenger grumbling in disgust as she rubbed the ache away. “Is that how you want this, ‘Ronnie?” she asked after the ringing subsided. “Quick and clean isn’t good enough, you want me to take you apart piece by--” THWHACK!
Veronica cut the distance with another quick spin only this time there was no getting out of the way for the Girl of 8,675.309 Holds. The Rolling Elbow cracked off her jaw with a sound like a rifle shot and she went down hard to a thunderous ‘OOOOOHHHH!’ from the sell out crowd. More than willing to dismiss the other blonde in rapid fashion, Treymane dropped to her knees, laid across Jenny’s chest and hooked the far leg for…
ROLLING ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hZG-Xe_n3TM
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Jacobs tumbled over onto her belly and kept right on going until she’d made an escape under the bottom rope. Veronica didn’t bother to pursue. A quick win would have been nice, but her heart and her pride wanted to punish the Innovator for her behavior over the last few months… and for Maddy, even if Crane said otherwise. Out on the floor, Jenny leaned against the corner post and massaged her jaw to make sure the pinstriped bytch hadn’t dislocated anything. She’d moved onto her teeth when Treymane stomped over, sat on the middle strand and pushed down while simultaneously yanking up on the top rope. “Spit out any teeth you don’t need, then get your ass in here, Daisy.” Veronica demanded.
Jenny backed off and gave her a baleful glare. “F*ck off, Treymane. I don’t answer to you.”
“What’s the matter, you wanted this match so badly, now you’re hanging out on the floor? Let me guess, Maddy and Autumn did so well against me you thought I was vulnerable. News flash, sweetheart. I’m not vulnerable, they’re just better than--”
Jenny went from the floor to the apron in a flash, the enraged Innovator snatching a huge handful of Treymane’s hair over the protestations of the referee. She would’ve dropped back and ‘twanged’ the taller woman’s over the throat if Veronica hadn’t reached between the top and middle strands and wrapped her arms around Jenny’s waist. “UUNNNNNNNGGGGHHH!” Jacobs groaned as the Neo-Noir Knockout tried to crush her ribs with the Bear Hug. Resisting the only way she could, Jenny doubled down on the hair hold and tried to remove great patches of the champion’s scalp.
“All right you two, lay off! Lay off right now!” Craig Long barked after the blondes interlude in the ropes stretched to five seconds. “Break it up or I’ll call it right now! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” Veronica and Jenny disengaged at the same time, both women raising their hands to demonstrate compliance. “Thank you.” the ref sighed. “Veronica, please step back so Jenny can re-enter the ring.” Treymane obliged the request, though her eyes never left the NorCal Sensation.
“So quick to follow orders.” Jacobs sneered. “Just like a good little lap byEERRRGGHH!”
Veronica slapped the taste out of her mouth and the rope out of her hands, Jenny dropping to the floor to lean awkwardly against the apron. “Open your mouth one more time and I’ll knock it around to the back of your head.” Treymane threatened. “I mean it Jenny, I’m not in the mood for any of your shiTWHOOOAAEEERRRGGGHHHH!”
Jacobs snatched hold of the champ’s right foot, pulled it between the bottom and middle rope, then backpedaled across the narrow aisle so that ‘Ronnie landed hard on her side and went crotch-first into the rubber-coated steel! Pain etched across her face as the rope ground against her center, Treymane sat up and hooked an arm over the middle rope. But rather than demand a break from the official, she drew her left leg in and flicked out a kick aimed at Jacobs’s ribs. Too bad Jenny had anticipated such a reaction, as she moved to one side so the blow skidded off her hip with no real damage. Hooking an arm around the champ’s thigh gave the smaller blonde control of both of Treymane’s legs, a development that did not bode well for the Neo-Noir Knockout if the nasty grin on Jenny’s face was any indication.
“You know I’ve got more than eight million moves, right?” Jacobs had her foe’s legs hooked just above the knee and she’d taken a step back from the apron to keep out of Veronica’s reach. “Well, here’s one I haven’t used in a very long time.”
Treymane swiped at her challenger over and over again, the smirk on Jenny’s face enough to keep her trying even though she came up short every time. “Let me guess. Is it from your ‘how to save your ass when you’re about to lose collect AHHHHHHHH GAAAAAAAAWWWWWD!”
Jenny tugged Veronica’s crotch against the bottom rope and slid her coil to the bigger blonde’s upper thighs in the process. From there she raised one leg and braced it against the edge of the apron. Simply pushing back would’ve been painful enough, unfortunately for the Dangerous Dame, Jenny was looking to make a statement, which was why she hopped up planted her other foot against the apron! Sympathetic ‘ooooohhhh’s’ from the FAWNatics even as Jacobs leaaaaaaaaaaaned back, the NorCal Sensation practically parallel to the arena floor as Treymane wailed and strained against the cable grinding her undercarriage!
Impressive though it was (differing angles of this particular torment made headlines on pro-wrestling sites around the globe) Jenny’s latest trick was still very much illegal and Craig Long brought it to a merciful end by slightly adjusting the speed of his count. “FOURTEEN… FIFTEEN, SIXTEEN…. SEVENTEEN… EIGHT--”
Jacobs hopped down, then climbed onto the apron. Technically she had to reenter the ring to stop the count, but Long knew he’d catch hell from management if there was a count-out in a World Title tilt, so he just cleared his throat and said, “Get it back in the ring, Jenny.”
“Only if you promise to count that fast when I’m pinning this overrated bytch.” The ref didn’t say anything to that, so Jenny took the top rope in both hands and vaulted back into the ring with a Stomp aimed directly at Veronica’s skull. Any relief the crowd felt when Jacobs landed beside her opponent’s noggin curdled into disdain when the Innovator flicked her stompin’ foot back to scuff a nasty little shot off the other blonde’s cheek. Veronica cursed, grabbed Jacobs’s ankle and paid for it when the challenger stamped on her forearm!
“Eeerrrhhhhh… dammit Jacobs, get off of my NNNGGGHHH!”
Jenny whipped around and dropped to one knee, all the better to bounce the other off Treymane’s forehead. “Stop pawing at me and I will.” Senses dulled by the Knee Drop, Veronica offered minimal resistance as Jacobs filled both hands with her hair and dragged her back to verticality. A quick trio of Kneelifts just below the bellybutton kept Treymane mired in the depths of her Low Blow induced anguish while Jenny went around on her six and dipped her head under the taller woman’s left arm. “Let’s see if we can’t add some character to this flat ass. That ok with you, ‘Ronnie?”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse had several choice words for Jacobs on that particular subject, alas they all remained locked in her throat as Jenny looped an arm around her midsection and palmed her other hand against the back of opposing thigh. Hooks set, she dipped her knees and hoisted Veronica onto her shoulder like she was going for a Backdrop Suplex, except she stalled at the apex. After a moment she started to spin, slowly at first, then faster and faster as she got a better handle on her balance. Though she never quite achieved that level of blurry speed that came with an Airplane Spin, the NorCal Sensation was still moving at a really good clip when she swung Treymane forward and went down on one knee to THWHUMP the big blonde’s tailbone with a huge Atomic Drop!
Knocked onto tiptoe after the butt-busting collision, Veronica let out a keening wail she managed to choke off after a second or two. Silent or not, the champ was still quite vulnerable, as illustrated by Jacobs when she swatted Treymane’s tush. “What’s with the pigeon toes, sweetie?” she teased. “Feeling a little rickety tonight?”
Damned if ‘Ronnie didn’t round on her with a Haymaker locked n’ loaded, but her reaction was much slower than usual and Jacobs swatted it down with a quick forearm. She followed with a hard Toe Kick, the point of her boot once again striking the sweet spot beneath the champ’s navel and above the line of her briefs. Huffing like an old lady, Veronica doubled over to offer up her noggin to a snarling Jacobs. “I’m so sick of hearing about how dominant you are. About how you’re going to lead the locker room for the next ten years, like we should all be so grateful for your fucking presence.” Jenny ground down on the Standing Headscissors and wrapped her arms around the other blonde’s waist. “You’re nothing but hype and a great spin campaign, ‘Ronnie. Just like Juliet. Just like Olivia. Just like Shea. That’s why I’m going to end you, so that this locker room can have a leader who WHOAH!”
The Neo-Noir Knockout dipped her knees and straightened up in an attempt to sling her tormentor over with a Back Body Drop. The effort hoisted Jenny more than six inches off the canvas and might’ve gone a whole lot farther if the Innovator hadn’t halved the Waistlock and reached between Treymane’s thighs. “OOOOHHHHH BYTCH!” Veronica shrieked in misery and anger as the Crotch Claw set Jacobs back on her feet.
“Quit your whining or it’ll get worse, asshole. Actually, it’ll get worse regardless, so go ahead and scream your f*cking head off.” Reasserting the Waistlock, the NorCal Sensation gathered her strength and muscled / flipped Veronica onto her shoulders for a Powerbomb. No stall to be found here though, Jacobs slipped her right shoulder from under the champ’s leg and positioned that arm so it was between Treymane’s legs. Then she dropped forward and down to THAWHAM Veronica with a huge Powerbomb made all the worse by the Elbow she spiked into opposing crotch! Almost overcome with nausea in the wake of the Sledge-O-Matic, Treymane sat up and wedged both hands between her thighs, a valiant albeit futile defense against the next round of punishment.
SLEDGE-O-MATIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjMJ1L9AfKk
Seated in front of the reeling World Champion, Jenny slid back a bit, spread her legs in a ‘V’ and scooted forward so that her boots were wedged against the sides of Veronica’s knees. “I’ll take these, since you’re not using them.” she said shortly before clamping down on Treymane’s wrists.
Sensing the unpleasantness that was about to befall her, Veronica shook her head frantically ’no’. “Duuuhhhh…. don’t do it, Jenny. Don’t even think about OOOOOWWWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Jacobs did more than think, she acted with great relish, pushing forward with her legs while simultaneously leaaaaaaaaaaaning to effectively make the Dangerous Dame try n’ touch her toes while enduring a hellish Wishbone. “I hope you’ve been keeping track of all the different ways I can destroy your filthy crotch.” Jenny taunted the suffering grappler. “I’d hate to run through them all again because you were too stupid to write them down.”
Craig interjected before Treymane could offer a response, the ref checking to see if the champion wanted to throw in the towel. Veronica sent him off with a shake of her head, when she spoke it was to the challenger. “You’re pathetic, Daisy. For all of those moves and holds at your disposal, you have to resort to working my trunks to EEERRRGGGGHHHHHH!”
Jenny forced the big blonde’s stems a little wider and pulled her wrists a little closer. “Resorting? Who’s resorting to anything?” Jenny chided. “I could beat you a different way every night for five years straight, I chose this particular strategy because--”
“Because it’s the easiest way to get your desperate, undeserving hands on the World TitOOOOOHHHHHH SHYT!” Treymane’s palms were actually on the mat now, her fingertips mere inches from the insides of her tormentor’s thighs. Might as well have been a mile, Veronica couldn’t focus on anything other than fighting the pain with the NorCal Sensation trying to split her in half.
“As I was saying,” Jenny resumed once her prey quieted down, “I’ve been working your prissy little trunks all night because I wanted to show these people that you’re no poster girl. You’re an overrated piece of trash.”
Veronica shook her head, whether to rebuke the challenger or the zebra, no one knew. Gritting her teeth as she raised her head to meet Jacobs’s eyes, the Pinstripe Powerhouse asked, “So what’s your excuse for Maddy? For Autumn? How did you justify what you did to them you no class, bleached-blonde NNNNNGGGHHH EEERRRRRRAAAAAAGGGHHH!”
Jacobs broke one of her Wristlocks to bury a hand in the gangster’s hair. After mirroring the tactic with her other hand she bounced Veronica’s forehead against the mat and treated it to a vilely energetic scrubbing! “All right Jenny, break it up and back off!” Long admonished once he understood the blonde meant to scrape her foe’s features raw. The incensed Innovator paid Craig no mind, forcing him to start a count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” Jenny let loose with a flourish, tossing Veronica’s noggin away so she could pluck some errant golden strands from her palms with obvious disgust.
‘Ronnie paid her no mind, she’d curled into a near-fetal ball the very instant Jacobs released the top half of the Wishbone. She was still tending to her poor abused hamstrings when Jenny grabbed a handful of hair and slowly tugged her to boor-leather. “Don’t worry, you’ll be back sobbing on the mat soon.” the Californian nodded after returning to the Wristlock, “but for now I need those fat little legs of yours to hold up a little while longer.” No answer from Treymane, so Jacobs stepped back, lowered a shoulder and hurled her adversary into a corner on the opposite side of the ring.
Already close by the time Veronica’s back BWUUUNGED against the buckles, JJ put on a final burst of speed and left her feet in a low leap that added even more momentum to the Clothesline she THWHAPPED across Treymane’s sternum. Veronica’s legs kicked up high but she managed to steady herself thanks to a death grip on the top rope. Jenny didn’t mind at all, in fact she was smiling quite prettily when she cupped the champ’s ears and walked her out to the center of the squared circle. With Veronica slumped and huffing well away from the strands, Jenny twisted around in a half circle and reached back with both hands to snag the taller woman’s head with a Three Quarters Facelock. Some of the more devout (or perhaps deviant) Jacobites cheered for the Spivey Point Driller, but most of the FAWNatics let loose with angry jeers when Jenny dipped down and vaulted backward over the hapless--
Veronica spun beneath the challenger and spread her arms just enough for Jacobs to drop down across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. The crowd cheered heartily but Treymane paid it no mind, as she’d already ‘hupped’ Jenny up n’ off her shoulders. The Dangerous Dame went down with her, sinking to one knee just in time for Jenny to THWHUMP across the sturdy expanse of her thigh. Jacobs ‘ooooofffffhed’ and would’ve slopped free of her opponent’s clutches if Treymane hadn’t grabbed hold at either end. Powering to her feet while simultaneously flipping the challenger over, Veronica turned in a quarter circle, pushed onto her toes and returned to her knee for the second time in less than a minute.
“Oh yeah Daisy, that’s a sound I could get used to.” Treymane’s smile finally made an appearance as she moved her hands to thigh and chin to exacerbate the pressure on the Backbreaker. “Of course you’re such a troll that you’ll probably tap out to spoil my fun, but I really hope you hold on for a nnnnngggghhhh!” Refusing to endure the other blonde’s mouth even in the midst of a painful stretch, Jenny reached up with one hand and raked her fingers across the champ’s mouth. “Get your hand out of my face, Jenny.” ‘Ronnie threatened. “Or I’ll do it myself.”
Jacobs smirked in spite of the pain. “That’d be a firsEEERRRRGGHHH GODDAMNED BYTCH!”
Treymane slid her hand from the blonde’s thigh to her trunks, Veronica scored her first victory in the Trunk War with a white-knuckled claw! “What’s wrong, Daisy? Dealing with an attack of conscience? Or have you realized you’re not as tough as you tho--bytch, let go.”
Jenny, who’d lowered her clawin’ hand to have a go at the champ’s breasts, squeezed that much harder. Veronica snorted, made the NorCal Sensation pay for her insolence with another pulse of her steely fingers. “Yuuuhhh… you hypocritical slut,” Jacobs gaped after waggling a finger in the direction of the official. “You’re just as tacky as JuliOOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Veronica released both hooks, knotted her hands into a single fist and brought it down on the other blonde’s navel. Jenny again tried to squirm off the champion’s knee and Treymane again stymied the effort, ‘Ronnie muscling Jenny up against her chest as she clambered to verticality. Turning in a slow circle to let the rest of the Treymane Gang know that she’d regained control of the situation, Veronica stopped facing the hard camera and offered it a wink. Then she dipped and tossed Jacobs from her chest to her shoulders, the challenger landing with her legs hooked over the Dame’s shoulders. She had a moment to think Powerbomb! and then Veronica slung her down with all her might, just THWHAMMING JJ on the back of her head and shoulders! Sent off with the hardest goodbye imaginable, Jacobs barely twitched as Treymane pressed against her upturned haunches for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds twisted a shoulder off the mat to break the pin, unfortunately that very momentum made it much easier for Veronica to turn her onto her belly. Stepping over in the same motion, the FAWN World Champ cinched her arms around Jenny’s upper thighs and sank into a deep, deep crouch. “Go ahead and ask her, Craig!” Treymane grinned as she drove the medicine ball of her glutes into the small of Jacobs’s lower back. “Ask the snippy little Daisy if she wants to take the easy way out one more time!” She craaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the Crab, trying to bend Jenny into the same ‘J’ shape she always offered the fans.
POWERBOMB TO BOSTON CRAB @ 1:50
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RnNVgTWDOHI
Still close to the action following the Powerbomb, Long got down on one knee to better check his charge. “How are you doing, Jenny? Need me to call for the--”
“Get your ass out of my way.” Jacobs growled through gritted teeth. “The only thing I need from you is one working ear when that overrated skank finally taps AAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHHH!”
Veronica slid back so the curve of her glutes was snug against the nape of her opponent’s neck. “Look around, Daisy.” Treymane taunted. “You’re gonna tap out or I’m going to snap you in half!” Jenny didn’t need to look anywhere to confirm the threat in her opponent’s words, that’s why she kept her forehead on the mat while she tried to formulate a way out of the champion’s agonizing trap. Of course Veronica wasn’t much interested in peace and quiet after all of the challenger’s underhanded tactics (some of them quite literal) so she eased her arms down a little farther and craaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the spine-bending Crab.
“AAAAWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAAAAAHK!” Jenny pushed up on one elbow and reached back with her other hand, trying to grab hold of the other blonde’s hair. In this she succeeded quite quickly, alas, the ref was still close enough to warn her away immediately and Treymane made her pay by slamming her glutes into the small of the Innovator’s tormented back.
The FAWNatics, always an excellent barometer of a wrestler’s fighting spirit, sensed Jacobs’s growing desperation and started a raucous ‘TAP!’ chant. Before March to War such a demand would’ve been met with a counter-chant at once, tonight however things were horribly one-sided in the favor of surrender. Patient in spite of her anger, Treymane ground her tush against the helpless blonde and jostled her legs up n’ down. “Hear that, Daisy? Seems like I’ve converted a lot of Jacobites tonight. Give it up so the hold-outs don’t have to see you carted away on a stretchHEY!”
Jenny let out a roar of mixed anguish and determination as she abruptly pushed herself a good six inches off the canvas. No sass for the Dangerous Dame now, she focused on scratching and clawing her way toward the ropes, a distance she closed in remarkably short order. Those aforementioned remaining Jacobites made their presence felt as Jenny reeeeeaaaaaaaaached for the bottom rope and Jenny might well have thanked them for the support if that damned Treymane hadn’t stood up and dragged her right back to the middle of the ring!
Veronica tossed Jenny’s legs down once the promise of escape was a distant memory, but any hope for protracted relief came to a brutal end when she stomped on the flattened blonde’s back and took possession of her left wrist. Striking with the sort of aggressive precision that’d helped her beat the best in the world during her reign, the Pinstripe Powerhouse jerked Jenny’s arm to one side and dropped across her back while simultaneously feeding the vulnerable limb between her thighs. Jacobs had seen enough of Treymane’s matches to know what was coming and so she pulled her right arm beneath her chest to keep the bigger blonde from getting at “NGH! NGH! NGH!” Veronica braced her right hand against the mat, thus creating the perfect vantage point to drive several stiff Elbow Smashes into the base of Jenny’s skull. After half a dozen she worked that hand into the NorCal Sensation’s hair and wrenched her head back. “Give me your arm, Daisy.
“Fuuuhhh…. f*ck you, bytch.” Jenny muttered. “You want it? You’re gonna have to take itEERRRGHHHHAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”
‘Ronnie paid back some earlier torment by driving Jacobs’s face into the mat and scrubbing it back n’ forth until Long reached ‘THREE!’ on his count. The rough treatment forced Jenny to at least try and defend her noggin, just as Treymane had intended. Sliding her left arm beneath the Californian’s now exposed bicep, Veronica pulled it back beneath her own left armpit, then locked her hands in an S-grip against Jenny’s cheek and absolutely REEFED back on the Noir-revoir.
NOIR-REVOIR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rXZQRy3KpZE
“NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Jenny wailed in defiance even as her feet beat a frantic, anguished tattoo on the canvas. With her arms and head almost entirely removed from the equation, the suffering challenger twisted her hips and strained her legs to make herself as long as humanly possible. A valiant effort to be sure, yet it still left her several feet from the sanctuary of the strands.
Veronica noted this, relaxed the clasp for a moment, then applied that much more pressure. “Give it up, Jenny.” the Neo-Noir Knockout commanded. “There’s no way you can make it to those ropes before I separate your shoulders.”
Craig Long mirrored those sentiments in a much politer tone, not that it stopped Jacobs from giving him the evil eye until he slunk away. Gritting her teeth as the slow motion escape scraped her hip against the rough canvas, the Innovator muttered, “That’s what you’re gonna have to do, asshole. Because I’ll never submit to the likes of you.”
Treymane’s nostrils flared and she cranked the stretch yet again. “That so? Maddy told me you always talk the biggest game when you’re on the verge of teaAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!”
Jacobs twisted her head into the champion’s coil and sank her teeth into the base of Veronica’s right thumb. Craig started to count at once, but the NorCal Sensation was gnawing to maim and Veronica released her hooks well before the zebra reached the end of his count. Scrambling to boot-leather at once, Treymane reared back and THWHUMPED a savage kick into the smaller blonde’s ribs. Jenny ‘oooffffhed’ and curled around her throbbing gut, a position she would’ve enjoyed for quite some time if the FAWN World Champion hadn’t hair-hauled her to verticality.
Another hard Elbow Smash loosened Jacobs’s knees enough for Veronica stuff her head under one armpit and slide her hands under the Californian’s biceps. Double Underhook secure, Treymane planted her feet and glared out into the crowd. “TIME TO CUT THIS DAISY DOWWHOOOAAANNNNGGGGHHH!” Gripped by the same desperation that’d taken over at the end of her I Quit match with Crane, Jenny drove her shoulder into Treymane’s midsection and forced her backward across the mat in search of either ropes or a turnbuck-BWUUUNG!
Veronica hit the corner hard, let go of the challenger and sank back with her butt resting on the middle buckle. The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds wasn’t doing much better, as she’d grabbed the second rope in a death grip to keep from crumpling to her knees. “Step off, Daisy.” Veronica huffed. “Go on, get out of here. You finally got your break, so NNNNGHH!”
Jenny reared back as if for a Shoulderblock, so it was all the more surprising when she THUMPED her forehead against the other blonde’s crotch! Veronica wailed and went pale, indeed she would’ve crumpled to her haunches if not for the support of the ring-post. Jenny knew as much, more importantly, she knew how to take advantage of this information. Straightening with a weary grunt, Jacobs chested up on the Pinstripe Powerhouse even as she used one boot to slide Treymane’s feet away from one another. “So you think the ropes make you safe, huh ‘Ronnie?” Jenny drilled a Kneelift between her opponent’s thighs. “You think they’ll protect you from me?” She reintroduced her knee to the champ’s trunks with a second Kneelift. “Bein’ honest here, I’m not sure how well it’s going to work. (THUMP!) You look a lot of things right now. (THUMP!) Sick. (THUMP!) Weak. (THUMP!) Afraid. (THUM-THUMP!) But you sure as f*ck don’t look safe!”
Jacobs finished her proclamation with one more crotch shot, then wedged a shoulder into Veronica’s tummy and hooked her behind the knees to boost the gasping grappler into a seat on the top turnbuckle. With Treymane in place, Jenny stepped back and brushed the hair off her forehead to better survey the scene. She thought about it for a moment, stepped in and casually CRAAACKED Treymane’s mouth with a Bytch Slap. This slight went unpunished, so JJ grabbed a double handful of hair and used it to keep herself steady as she climbed all the way to the top rope. “Here’s one I haven’t used in a very long time,” Jenny said to the top of her foe’s head, “I’m so glad to dust it off for an overrated bytch like you.”
“Shuuu… shut your mouth you trunk-mugging little mmmppppphhhhhhhhh!”
A surprised mix of cheers and jeers from the Spring Break crowd as Jacobs yanked Veronica’s woozy features against the center of her trunks. Hardly content with a mere smother, the Innovator rolled her hips in snug little figure eights, treating the champion’s face as little more than an intimate scratching post. One look at Jenny’s face told the viewer that this demeaning treatment could’ve gone on for quite a while, had they not been perched on the top rope in a rather precarious position. Even so, Jacobs kept it up for an internal five count, then pushed Treymane’s head back just far enough to hop up and ‘smeck’ her thighs around that abused noggin. Trap sprung, Jacobs torqued her hips and flung Veronica from her perch into a gorgeous freefall that planted the champ on her back in the middle of the canvas with a resounding THAWHAM!
AVALANCHE 'RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ7ve2O6BsQ
The Avalanche ‘Rana left Treymane a gasping starfish, one that encouraged the remaining Jacobites to urge their leader toward a quick cover. But Jenny’s new attitude didn’t mean she was any less of a ring general and she knew damned well that Treymane wasn’t ready to go out just yet. So rather than go for the pin she went straight to the nearest corner and sprang into the high rent district. Twisting around to face the ring, Jacobs stood tall and hoisted the Double J’s overhead before turning them into a pair of middle fingers she offered the vulnerable warrior below. The boos didn’t do a damned thing to prevent the challenger from leaping into the lights for a mid-air toe touch that transformed into something far more dangerous when she stretched out and THWHUMPED the point of her right elbow deep into the other blonde’s sternum! Veronica’s legs kicked up in a weak spasm so Jenny hooked the nearest and strengthened the cover by jamming her forearm against the line of Treymane’s jaw. Craig was several steps away from the action so he made a running dive and landed on hands and knees to count off the…
BOSOU ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0gDMt-aDoHs
ONE…
TWO!
The Neo-Noir Knockout sat up and shoved Jenny back on her haunches to save the World Title for at least another three seconds. Jacobs gave the ref a vaguely dissatisfied look, luckily for him she saved the brunt of her ire for Veronica, who she cuffed upside the head with a rough Forearm Smash. Treymane grunted and listed to one side only for Jacobs to snatch a huge handful of hair to straighten her out. Dropping into a crouch behind the larger blonde, Jenny cinched her left arm around ‘Ronnie’s neck in an Inverted Facelock, then strengthened her moorings with a handful of waistband. What could’ve been a pretty nasty Dragon Sleeper proved nothing more than prologue as the NorCal Sensation used these grips to drag Treymane to boot leather.
“Ya hung around for a while ‘Ronnie, but I think your barking iron’s about to click empty.” Jacobs taunted as she slid her right hand from the champ’s waistband to her right kneepad. “Me though, I’ve still got a full clip with your name on it.” Veronica offered nothing by way of response, so Jenny gathered her reserves and hoisted the champ up like she was looking for an Inverted Suplex. But when the groggy gangster hit two o’clock Jacobs turned her knee-grip into a straight up cradle, meaning Veronica was good n’ bundled when her attacker kicked both legs forward and sat out to THAWHAM Treymane down on the back of her head and shoulders! Still clutching that trapped leg, Double J pulled it that much closer to her chest to keep Veronica stacked nice and tight while the ref tolled off…
SIT-OUT LIFTING INVERTED DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HgUJTWQUo3Q
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Pinstripe Powerhouse defied Jenny again and earned herself a scorching SMACK on the tummy for her efforts. Growing ever more furious over her inability to salt the stubborn bytch away, Jenny popped up, grabbed Treymane at wrist and ankle and drrrrrraaaaaaagged her to the dead center of the squared circle. “I hope you enjoy being the first highlight on my championship reel, asshole.” Jenny taunted once she’d tossed the champ’s limbs aside. Making a point to step on Treymane’s midsection on her way to the corner, Jacobs went to the top in a single feline leap and landed so she faced the ring. No theatrics this time around, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds just drew her bead on ground zero and took to the skies once more, this time in the gorgeous yet awkward head-first back flip that was the hallmark of the Shooting Star Pre--
“UUNNNGGGGGGGHHHHH! Veronica rolled toward the corner with a whisper to spare, meaning Jenny came down on empty canvas with every ounce of her hundred and twenty-plus pounds! Jacobs bounced to her knees in the aftermath, both hands cinched tight against her ribs like she meant to hold everything together. Her normally pretty face an ashen gray, she clambered up and shuffled around in search of the tramp that’d dared sabotage her THWHACK! Treymane spun, hopped and lashed out with her right foot to lay a serious lick of Chicago Lightning across the challenger’s unsuspecting jaw.
CHICAGO LIGHTNING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQ5ogzccy1k
Jenny turned to follow the blow and went down like a ton of bricks, the gobsmacked lovely practically planking as she hit the deck. Beside her, Veronica raked a hand through her hair and treated herself to a luxuriously deep breath. “What was that about hitting empty, Daisy?” There was no need for an answer, ‘Ronnie just peeled her adversary off the mat, folded her over with a Toe Kick and applied a Standing Headscissors. A single vindictive squeeze forced a moan from the Innovator before Treymane leaned down and wrapped her arms around Jenny’s waist. Feet set she lifted / spun Jacobs onto her shoulders and THAWHAMMED her down with a Powerbomb! Craig sidled in immediately, one hand already raised for NO! Treymane dug a little deeper to scrape Jenny up for another spine-testing Powerbomb. Knowing full well how things came in threes around these parts, Long held his ground while Veronica hauled her burden back up for another “AAAAAHHHHHHHH!”
The NorCal Sensation pressed her hands to the sides of Veronica’s head and punished her with a pair of thumbs to the eyes! Sliding free of the champ’s clutches while Treymane dealt with her blurred vision, Jenny snatched a handful of hair--THWHACK! Veronica lashed out with a hatefully stiff Elbow Strike that sent Jenny stumbling chest-first into the nearest corner.
Frozen by a moment’s indecisiveness, Long looked back and forth between his charges to see who needed his attention first. He’d almost decided on the champ when he noticed Jenny’s hands fiddling with the top turnbuckle. No, not just fiddling, she was trying to-- “Hey knock that off, Jenny!” Craig got to the corner a split second after Jacobs removed the heavy pad. “Get out of here, you know better than that!”
Jacobs flashed him a reproachful look but didn’t argue when the ref set to undoing her handiwork. Elsewhere, Veronica rubbed at her stinging eyes to bring the world back into focus. A sharp whistle combined with a sudden increase in crowd noise raised her head in search of-- Jenny hurled the handful of salt (her real reason for worrying at the buckle pad) into Treymane’s eyes and followed that with a straight-up Soccer Kick between the thighs.
Blind and mute (save for a high, reedy whistle that sounded vaguely like a tea kettle) Veronica turned away from the source of her agony and was only vaguely aware when Jenny reached under her left arm to snag her right wrist. A single giant step back twisted Treymane back the way she’d came and jerked her into what looked like a mutual Clothesline until Jacobs palmed the back of her neck and launched herself into a gorgeous back flip with the champ still in tow! THAWHAAAAAM! The Jenny-Cide left Veronica in a starfish with Jacobs kneeling beside and though the Californian could’ve gone for any cover in the world, she swung a leg over the Dangerous Dame’s mug and buried her in buttock! Baring her teeth in a vile grin, Jenny hooked her foe behind both knees and leaned back, adding a Reverse Matchbook to the nose-grinding swivel of her hips while an oblivious Craig counted off…
JENNY-CIDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iOQHUKNZbcA
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Treymane bucked her rider off half a heartbeat later, not that it mattered now. Feeling vaguely like he’d played a part in some heretofore unknown crime, Long threw a signal to the Timekeeper as he walked to the ropes. A moment later the bell CLANGED and the Announcer spoke up, the poor dope almost yelling to be heard over the incensed crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and the NEW FAWN World Champion… JENNY JACOBS!”
Gripped by a mixture of elation and anger so intoxicating it was frightening, Jenny snatched the belt from Long’s hands, stormed to the side facing the hard camera and climbed onto the second strand. “YOU HEAR WHAT HE SAID?” she bellowed at the top of her lungs. “HE SAID I’M THE BEST IN THE GODDAMNED WORLD! YOU ASSHOLES BETTER GET USED TO IT!”
This brought on another round of boos so the freshly gold-plated Innovator raised her prize in one hand and flipped them off with the other. Hopping down only when she was sure their disdain had peaked, Jacobs spun around on one heel and stopped in her tracks when she spied Craig talking to a knock-kneed, but very much vertical, Veronica Treymane. “What’s this shyt?” she snapped. “Since when do ref’s console the loser before raising the champion’s hand?”
The put-upon zebra shook his head in confusion. “C’mon Jen, I was about to give you the belt when you--”
Jenny stepped forward and stuck out her free hand. “Raise. My. Hand. Now.”
“What are you going to do if he doesn’t Jenny?” Veronica growled. “You gonna kick him in the junk over and over again? Or maybe you’ll just throw salt in his eyes.”
Jenny didn’t let her hand or her gaze drop. “Get out of my ring, loser. Get out right now and maybe I won’t petition the front office to cancel the rematch for your lying, slandering--”
“How about we just watch the replay, then?” Treymane interrupted.
“Why? Are you that eager to see the handprints on your ass when I folded you--”
The Dangerous Dame stepped to Jenny so hard it knocked her back a step. It was only a step though, and Jacobs closed it up the instant she caught her balance. “I will get my rematch, Jenny.” the now former champ promised. “And when I do I will make you sorry you ever decided to set up shop in my trunks.”
“You probably will.” Jenny agreed. “The office has always had a soft spot for defeatist whiners like you. But it won’t happen for almost a month. Lot of stuff can happen in a month, ‘Ronnie. Especially to wannabe gangsters who lead dangerous lives. You don’t mind if I hold onto this in the meantime, do you?” She raised the World Title to cheek level, practically shoving it in Treymane’s face.
Veronica’s hands curled into fists so tight she found bloody crescents in her palms a few minutes later, yet in the end she disengaged without violence. “Yeah, you can hold it for a while, Daisy. Just don’t get used to it. That title’s coming with me at Mayhem.”
Jenny just slapped the golden faceplate before draping the belt over her shoulder. “Talk tough now, ‘Ronnie. I know at least eight million reasons why you’ll fail.” Veronica gnashed her teeth in helpless rage, then slipped out of the ring and trudged up the ramp without a word. Jenny watched her go, noting that Treymane’s head was held far higher than she would’ve liked. “We’ll fix that next time.” she whispered. “If you actually get in the ring with me again, I’ll make sure you leave in a f*cking ambulance.”