Post by bigfan on Jun 8, 2017 22:17:20 GMT
The opening bell sounded moments after the last round of pyro, thus triggering an even louder reaction from the FAWNatics when the Announcer bellowed, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to MAAAAAAAAYHEM! Our opening contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit, introducing first, hailing from Vancouver, British Columbia, she stands five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and sixteen pounds. She is the Hardcore Heartbreaker, AJ SWANN!”
"Anybody tell you I'm a fighter?
Wanna start a fire, I'm the lighter,
If you think you burn bright, I burn brighter,
Never tire,
Did they tell you I'm a fighter?"
AJ SWANN:
Many of those assembled sing along to the opening of Sumo Cyco’s ‘Fighter’ though they abandon their karaoke efforts to roar their love for the Guitar Heroine when she stormed the stage. Already going full bore, AJ bounded down the ramp, slapping hands with as many ringside fans as she could reach. A natural redhead, tonight Swann's hair was strictly on the blue end of the spectrum. She's dressed in a white sports-bra top and matching bikini briefs, the bottoms supported by a thin, crooked red belt and sporting a bright red lipstick kiss mark on the right cheek. Located directly in the center of her modest bosom, meanwhile, was a red cartoon heart--cracked slightly at the top, and dripping blood from the bottom. The rest of her ensemble consisted of a pair of black gloves, the upper side adorned with a skeletal print, a crimson bandana tied tight but-not-too-tightly around her right wrist, torn and tattered red fishnets, as well as red pads and boots.
Leaping onto the apron, Swann paused just long enough to wipe her boots on the apron, then slipped a leg between the ropes. Pulling her body through the cables in one swift motion, AJ bounded toward the nearest corner, hopping up onto the middle buckle. Thrusting her arms overhead, Swann lett out a triumphant cry, giving the crowd a display of tongue that would make Gene Simmons proud as she raised the horns with both hands--a gesture that's met with a gleeful roar from tonight's capacity crowd.
Quiet for a moment as AJ’s music faded, then the noise rushed right back in the form of an unfamiliar guitar riff that drew everyone’s attention to the stage. Well, not precisely unfamiliar, many fans picked it out as Cage the Elephant’s ‘Mess Around’ within a few seconds, yet it was new through this set of speakers, which meant another new hire was about to announce her presence.
MESS AROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IIXxCoOEC9I
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Blue Bay, Florida, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and seventeen pounds. Making her debut in the FAWN Arena, this is MACY RENQUIST!”
An enthusiastic, if somewhat perplexed round of applause greeted this request, as the name rang no bells with Jungle fans or those followers of the Indy scene. Yet the noise still went up when the woman in question brushed the curtain aside. For while the name wasn’t familiar, everyone had seen the pics on the official FAWN Twitter feed of the unnamed blonde absolutely laying into a whole load of different sparring partners with some of the stiffest slaps imaginable. Heretofore they’d just labeled her #SlappinSensation, now the world knew her name. Soon they’d know what she could do.
MACY RENQUIST:
Atop the stage was a slender, dark-eyed woman with a clear complexion and long blonde hair that hung well past her shoulders. Armored in bulky red and white varsity jacket and oversized red headphones, the newcomer looked around at the capacity crowd and pulled one side loose to better gauge the noise level. Apparently pleased with what she heard, Macy snugged it back into place and started down the aisle. Bobbing her head along in time with the music (whether her own theme or something else was anyone’s guess) Renquist took her time with the journey and though she wasn’t what you’d call gregarious with the crowd, she did reach out to slap a few palms extended in her direction.
Going directly for the stairs once she’d cleared the aisle, Macy made quick time onto the apron and through the ropes. She claimed the center of the ring in short order and made several (hundred) more fans when she doffed the jacket to show off a strappy white two piece with pink trim and pink accents. Her knee and elbow pads were an identical pink, while the ankle wraps she wore in place of boots were matte black. It was that last detail that explained a great deal to certain members of the crowd, namely those that remembered Amanda Jane Giardi favored pink and black and ankle wraps instead of boots.
Revealed to be almost solid muscle and sinew once shod of her varsity jacket, Renquist scanned the crowd one more time before she headed to her corner where she hung up the jacket for safe keeping. The headphones were still in place when Merle the referee bustled over to check her pads and wraps, which she offered without hesitation. Satisfied, he tapped her shoulder and motioned for her to remove the ‘phones. “Match is about to start, Macy. Want me to set those aside for you?”
She pulled the headphones loose, hooked them around the post atop her jacket, then turned to the zebra. “No thanks, they’ll be fine right here. Now do me a favor and ring the bell, it’s time I made some music of my own.”
The noise level intensified when the bell sounded, the Mayhem crowd clearly intrigued by this match pitting an established Lightweight star against a highly vetted, yet otherwise unknown rookie. AJ Swann shared their enthusiasm and encouraged even greater volumes by clapping her hands as she started out of the corner. They picked it up at once, meaning the Hardcore Heartbreaker was grooving to a good baseline by the time she reached the center of the ring. Over on the far side, Macy Renquist bobbed her head in time with the fan-made beat, but aside from a quick glance around to appreciate the size of the space, she never let her eyes leave Swann. It was in fact an impressive show of nerves from a woman who’d never even performed in a high school gym before, let alone one of the most raucous crowds on the continent. Apparently unfazed by all of it, the white-clad blonde pushed off the turnbuckles and strode forth to do her mentor proud.
AJ watched Macy close in and though she didn’t raise her hands, the rocker’s fingers twitched ever so slightly, just in case the blonde’s hand speed was quick as Lily claimed. Pausing a short distance from Swann, Renquist mulled something over, then stuck out her hand. “’Manda told me you were tough, that I should shake your hand before we get started. I’m not sure why it matters since we’re going to beat the hell out of each other, but she hasn’t done me wrong yet, so… this is me offering you a handshake.”
Swann didn’t accept right away, she’d been suckered in by false civility before. “Tell me, you the kind of chick who’d take advantage of a handshake, Macy?”
The Slappin’ Sensation didn’t look perturbed by the question, in fact she looked rather relieved. “Nope. When I slap you, and believe me, I WILL slap you tonight, you’ll have both hands free to defend yourself. Now are you going to shake my hand or are we going to get off to a bad start?”
AJ reached out, took the blonde’s hand and pulled her in with a quick tug. “Don’t worry Mace, I think we’re off to a great start. Just as long as you understand I’m gonna do a lot more than slap you tonight.”
Macy didn’t look the least bit intimidated, indeed her dark eyes showed a competitive gleam as she replied, “Bring it on, Guitar Hero.”
They broke away with such abruptness that the fans thought they’d given their opponent a hard shove. Hands up in the blink of an eye, Swann dipped her knees and lunged for the rook--CRACK! Macy slapped her opponent’s right bicep so quick and so hard it made AJ’s whole arm tingle. It faded almost at once, but the disruption was enough for Renquist to slide in and catch her in a Side Headlock.
Most ingénues made the mistake of stuffing their opponent’s cheek in against their chest, a tactic that popped the crowd, but left the aggressor open to all manner of Suplex counters if she wasn’t extremely careful. Macy however forced AJ’s temple in against the point of her hip and squeezed until Swann stamped the canvas in pain. “You’re lucky the angle’s bad.” Renquist chirped as she rose up on her toes and went down on one knee, another surprisingly veteran tactic. “Otherwise I’d have already tagged your face a half dozen times. Still, you don’t mind a little hair pull, do you? I figure a girl who calls herself hardcore is fine with the rougher stuff.”
AJ didn’t get a chance to answer, as Macy immediately filled one hand with bright blue hair and gave it spirited yank! “C’mon Macy, keep off the hair!” Merle chided almost at once. “I know Amanda Jane taught you about pulling hair.”
Renquist nodded. “Oh, she did. She also taught me all about standing five counts.”
The ref sighed and started the count. “ONE! TWO! THR--” Swann reached up with one hand, cupped the blonde’s right hip and raaaaaaaaaked her nails around to the small of Renquist’s back. Macy yelped and didn’t release the Headlock, but her grip loosened enough for the Hardcore Heartbreaker to snag a wrist and prize the grasp open herself. Twisting around behind her foe, Swann forced Macy’s hand up between her shoulders and made the Hammerlock that much more unpleasant by wrenching the blonde’s wrist back at a sharp angle.
“You think a hair pull is rough, sweetie? Meet up with me in a falls count anywhere match and I’ll show you what hardcore is all about.”
Forced onto tiptoes to alleviate some of the pressure, Renquist huffed, “I don’t need steel steps, kendo sticks or chairs to break you down, but I do wonder what you’d sound like crashing through the Announce Table at a high rate of OOOWWW! Oh, is that how we’re playing”
Shifting control of Macy’s wrist to her left hand, Swann reached around with her right, curled it into a spade and dug deep into the blonde’s flat tummy. “That’s how we’re playing, babe.” AJ confirmed after she’d gouged her index finger into Renquist’s navel. “Fast and mean and perfectly within the confines of the rules. Think you can handle that?” the question was punctuated with a single quick Kneelift to the high curve of Macy’s glutes.
Enduring the various attacks with little more than a grimace and narrowed eyes, Renquist tilted her head so she was almost cheek to cheek with the former Intercontinental Champ. “I’ve spent the last eighteen months being tortured by some of the toughest women FAWN has ever known. They couldn’t break me and neither will you, Pop Tart.”
Swann squeezed harder, enjoying the challenge of scooping out a handful of haughty tummy. “I’m not gonna break you, Slappy. I’m just gonna scuff you up, maybe embarrass you a little. What did ‘Manda J teach you about having your ass pointed at the overhead OOOWWNNNGGGHHH!”
Renquist raised a foot and stamped on AJ’s toes, paying special attention to grrrrrrrind them beneath her heel! In the same moment she snapped her head back and to the side, striking her foe in the cheek hard enough to make Swann’s eyes water. The Headbutt loosened the Hammerlock to the point of ineffectiveness and Macy slipped out to claim her opponent’s six. Startled but hardly helpless, AJ fired off a Back Elbow that would’ve struck home if the blonde had went for a Hammerlock of her own. Instead Renquist dropped to one knee, grabbed hold of Swann’s ankles and yanked her legs out from underneath! AJ felt it coming, adjusted as she fell and managed to come down on her forearms, meaning she didn’t lose all her wind in the landing.
Her scramble back to verticality never got started as Renquist straddled her hips and THUMPED the full weight of her buns into the small of AJ’s back. Swann ‘ooffhed’, tried to roll and found herself trapped with the tyro’s knees wedged in against her ribs.
“So you’re going to scuff me up, huh?” Macy plunged a hand into AJ’s hair and cranked her head back at a painful angle. “That’s fair, considering I was going to slap you shiny.”
“Yeah?” Swann grunted. “Sounds like you’d rather talk about it in--” CRAAACK!
The Slappin’ Sensation proved her bona fides to the capacity crowd when she reared back with her left hand and clouted AJ’s cheek with a single savage blast. Renquist pushed up at once, smacking both hands against Swann’s shoulders as she strolled away and ‘flicked’ her trunks back into place.
Elsewhere, the Hardcore Heartbreaker rose to one knee and put a hand to her cheek. The pain was almost gone, but the warm tingle beneath her fingers told her there would be a welt sooner than later. Forced to admit that Burlingame may have actually undersold the newcomer’s ability, Swann stood up and wiped the hair off her face. “You like throwing hands, Macy? Then step up and do your worst. Just don’t go crying to Giardi when I Chop your skinny ass all the way back to the Madhouse.”
Macy licked her lips, took a step forward, then shook her head ‘no’ and drew back. “I insist, you go first.” she told Swann. “After all, I’m already one up on you.”
AJ didn’t question the gift, she only offered the blonde a ‘it’s your funeral’ shrug of the shoulders, then closed the gap to CRAAACK a Knife-Edge Chop against the rookie’s décolletage. Renquist winced and shook her head, but when she met Swann’s gaze her expression was more pleased than pained. “Good shot. I was afraid ‘Manda was talking you up, glad to know I was wrong. You ready?”
The Guitar Heroine stretched her arms wide, presenting a defiant target to the newcomer. “Ready and wait--” CRAAAACK! Swann expected an identical Chop in return, or perhaps a sideswipe slap. What she didn’t expect was a looping overhand smack that struck her right breast with a sound like a rifle shot. Gaping in surprise and pain, the blue-haired battler stumbled, caught her balance and straightened up.
“Oh, you’re already covering up?” Renquist sounded disappointed. “Maybe Amanda was talking you up after all.”
AJ looked down and realized she’d instinctively pressed her left arm against the stinging swell of her chest. Angered by the blonde’s tone, she dropped the defenses and said, “Surprised me, honey. It won’t happen again.”
“Let’s hope noNNNGGGHHH!”
Swann interrupted with her second Chop, one aimed directly for the scooped neckline of Macy’s top. “Shake it off, new meat.” the veteran taunted. “Show me those hands I’ve heard so much abOOOWWWW!”
Renquist did sideswipe her that time, the slender lovely slapping Swann’s bounty so hard her whole side went warm. The Hardcore Heartbreaker growled, steadied her knees and answered with a third Knife-Edge, this one trained on the welt raised by her previous effort. Macy soaked it up and immediately countered with a viper-quick backhanded flick that SMACKED Swann’s tummy with the force of a stiff body blow. AJ ‘oooffhhed’ doubled up for a moment, then straightened and-- got clouted across the face with a forehand Bytch Slap that dropped her on her butt in the center of the ring!
“Lucky this isn’t the beach, baby.” Macy noted as she shook the tingle out of her slappin’ hand. “If it was I’d have already mounted you, slapped you out and posted the video to YouEERRRGGHHHHH!”
AJ launched herself in a low-flying tackle that caught Renquist around the upper thighs and sent both ladies sprawling to the mat. Furious following the literal Smackdown, Swann scrambled into a high mount, buried one hand in Renquist’s hair and tugged her head off the mat to better pound away with straight right hands to the forehead. The tactic was satisfying on a visceral level, alas it wasn’t exactly kosher with the rules, so Merle stepped in for the warning. “Open up those fists, AJ! C’mon now, don’t make me start a count!”
On another night Swann may have very well forced the ref’s hand, tonight however she paused and treated him to an accommodating smile. “Sure Merle. Macy’s probably more comfortable with these anyway.” ‘These’ turned out to be a flurry of half a dozen quick, biting slaps the white-clad battler tacked to her opponent’s cheek and forehead.
When a bit of hand fighting from Renquist brought the punishment to a halt, AJ shifted her weight up n’ down, repeatedly bouncing her backside on the blonde’s chest. “Lesson number one, rookie.” she told the flushed fighter. “Fight like a bytch, get treated like a bytch.”
“Puh-please.” Macy managed to scoff despite the disadvantageous conditions. “You’re fighting more like a Tilted Kilt skank hustling for more tips half an hour before last--”
Swann grabbed a double handful of hair and rose for her biggest Butt Bomb yet only to ‘eep’ in surprise when Macy kicked her legs up and hooked them beneath her attacker’s armpits. A single quick pulse shifted their alignments a good ninety degrees, with Swann ending up flat on her back while Renquist rose to a seat in full control of the Sunset Flip. It was a perfect pinning predicament and Merle reacted accordingly, diving in on all fours to count off… CRAA-CRAAACK!
Instead of keeping her arms cinched around AJ’s waist, Macy raised both hands high and brought ‘em down across the upturned curve of Swann’s glutes! The unexpected jolt actually helped Swann escape the pinning predicament in an ungainly somersault that brought her up on one knee a short distance from her adversary. Thrown off by the blonde’s abandoning a solid cover, AJ barked, “Just what sort of game are you ERRGH!” The Slappin’ Sensation ended the question with a rough Front Facelock and a Single Underhook on Swann’s left arm. Dragging the other woman to boot leather with a few quick tugs, Macy kicked her right leg back, then snapped it forward to take AJ up, over and DOWN onto her back with a beautiful Half Hatch Suplex. Swann landed hard and bounced to a seat, her welts temporarily forgotten thanks to the bolt of pain shooting up and down her spi--CRAAACK!
HALF HATCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZFpKVXC_LY
“BYTCH!” The welts rushed back to the forefront of her mind when Renquist stepped in behind her and clapped another wince-inducing overhand Slap between her shoulders.
“What am I doing?” Macy asked while Swann scrambled to boot leather. “Right now I’m slapping around the Hardcore Heartbreaker in hopes she’ll--”
AJ came at her in a flash, the Acoustic Angel taking to the skies in a low leap that saw her hook her left arm across the blonde’s throat. A plethora of excess momentum allowed Swann to spin around behind her prey and in so doing angle her right arm around Macy’s neck. Then gravity brought them both down, AJ landing on her tush while Renquist THWHUNKED down on the back of her head and shoulders.
HELLO NASTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2XL9H3UJ1Lk
Bouncing to verticality even as the blonde slopped onto her tummy, Swann threw some devil horns to the FAWNatics, then hurried over to Renquist and planted both feet on the ingénue’s lower back. Far from a passive participant in this punishment, Macy gouged her elbows into the mat and “NNNNNNGGGGHHH!” AJ peeled off a back flip, tucked her knees and drilled both into Renquist’s exposed back.
MOONSAULT KNEE DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=001l-3_QY2I
Macy shuddered and rolled to her back to prevent more punishment, a tactic that worked for oh, maybe two seconds. That’s right about the time Swann popped up and went to the skies in another back flip, but this one ended with her THWHUMPING down across Macy’s belly! Breathless in the wake of the #1 Crush, Renquist squirmed and fought all the harder when Swann hooked the far leg and pulled it close for the…
#1 CRUSH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BC-7v2XKWC4
ONE…
TWO…
Macy kicked loose right after ‘TWO!’, letting the Rawkette know that this fight was far from over. The thought didn’t bother AJ at all, she wasn’t even sort of done paying this chick back for the welts on her face and chest. “C’mon honey, lets give you the grand tour.” Renquist huffed a curse and pushed at the blue-nette’s encroaching wrists but she couldn’t stop Swann from scraping her off the mat. A Headbutt between the eyes kept Macy from fighting the Wristlock or the Irish Whip that sent her trundling to a corner on the far side of the ring. “MAKE SOME NOISE, PEOPLE!” AJ bellowed to the crowd, “LET’S MAKE THIS CHUMP FEEL WELCOME!”
They obliged her at the top of their lungs, meaning Renquist didn’t hear the Heartbreaker’s approach until Swann THWHAPPED her across the tits with a huge Avalanche Splash. Swann bounced out at once, dropping into a low, welcoming crouch that made it that much easier for her to scoop the wobbly warrior onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Marching the squirming battler out to the center of the ring, AJ turned in a quick circle and called, “TIME FOR THIS LITTLE PRINCESS TO TAKE A GRUNGE WHOOOAAHH!”
Macy kicked / slid loose of AJ’s grip to land directly behind the startled veteran. Another wrestler might’ve clubbed AJ with a Forearm Smash or a Kneelift or they might’ve just raaaaaaaaked her from shoulder to buttocks. Macy Renquist however raised both hands and CRAAAACKED them between the other lightweight’s shoulders! Swann’s jaw dropped open and her chest thrust forward, like someone with a helluva sunburn suffering an overenthusiastic shoulder clap from a Frat Boy.
Loud as the slaps were, they were merely prologue for the Double Chickenwing the rookie used to wrench Swann’s arms tight behind her back. Then she dropped her hips in a low crouch and popped off a beautiful bridge that THWHUMPED AJ on the back of her head and shoulders! Ankles well north of her ears in the wake of the Tiger Suplex. Swann didn’t do much more than squirm as the official counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
TIGER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-U0QTnWKwbA
The Guitar Heroine wrenched free of Renquist’s hooks within an ace of getting counted down for the night. Macy showed two fingers to Merle, who confirmed it with a quick nod. Satisfied, she plunged both hands into the blue-nette’s hair and scraped her off the deck. Despite her showy (some would even say arrogant) approach, Macy was all business as she dipped at the waist and cinched her right arm across Swann’s midsection. In the same breath her left arm went behind the other woman’s knees, all the better to muscle her up under her right arm like nothing more than a bundle of laundry. Of course laundry didn’t scream, and Swann most certainly did after Renquist raced halfway across the ring and dropped to one knee to THWHUMP her spine with a huge Backbreaker.
RUNNING BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ml_hPrkBc-w
Forced into a violent arch on impact, AJ let out another pained wail when the blonde brought a stiff open hand SMACKING down on her tummy. A single brisk shove got Swann off Macy’s knee and down on the mat, where the newcomer stretched across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
AJ reached out and grabbed the bottom rope to halt the count without raising a shoulder. “Rookie mistake, that one’s on me.” the Slappin’ Sensation admitted as she leaned back on her haunches. “Won’t happen again.”
With her foe in no condition to respond, Renquist cupped Swann’s ears and used them to guide the former North American Champ to her feet. A Kneelift and a Front Facelock kept AJ under the blonde’s control ‘til they were well removed from any possible assistance from the ropes. Out there in the deep water she tossed Swann’s near arm across her shoulders and grabbed a handful of white waistband, all the better to keep things nice and steady when she muscled the Hardcore Heartbreaker to high noon. A Delayed Vertical Suplex was hardly a show stopper any more, yet they were still uncommon enough in Lightweight Contests to earn a round of applause from the capacity crowd. Said applause quickly gave way to the traditional count. ‘ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… ‘
Renquist dropped her burden back the way she came, leaving Swann to land on her feet in a knock-kneed crouch. She looked more than a little unsteady, yet that proved to work in her favor as she managed to duck beneath the Bytch Slap Macy aimed at her cheek! Plowing forward as soon as the blow passed overhead, the Rawk-ette drove a shoulder into the blonde’s gut and hoisted her onto her shoulders in another Fireman’s Carry!
“SECOND FIRST, BETTER THAN THE FIRST!” With one arm hooked over the back of Renquist’s neck and another cradled over her thigh, Swann slung Macy forward and down and dropped to a split-legged seat, all the better to THWHUNK the other woman down on the back of her head and shoulders. Grunge Plunge finally complete, AJ kept Macy’s right leg cradled in a Half Matchbook as she slid forward and sat down on her chest for…
GRUNGE PLUNGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cjlEy4nxG94
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Renquist bucked her way free of the pin with half a heartbeat to spare, a show of grit and determination that surprised seemingly everyone but AJ. Strike that, Swann WAS surprised, but as someone who’d made a career of kicking out when folks thought it was all over, it didn’t throw her off her game when someone returned the favor. Snagging Renquist by the straps before the rookie could roll clear, AJ scraped her off the mat, then went low like she was thinking Double Leg Takedown. Such a tactic would’ve been far too clean for this stage in this particular contest, so no one was particularly surprised when the white-clad battler rose onto her tiptoes and went down for a quick round of genuflection that THWHUMPED Macy’s undercarriage on the point of her knee.
Already groggy after the Plunge, the Inverted Atomic Drop slowed Macy’s circuits even more, so Swann locked her hands a little tighter and lifted her up for a second eye-watering crotch on knee impact. Practically frozen in place after that duet of displeasures, Renquist was powerless to stop AJ from wedging her head beneath her right arm and locking on a Double Underhook. Macy watched enough tape to know what was in store so she dropped to one knee to thwart the blue-nette’s efforts. No dice, Swann just hauled her up, flicked a leg back and then snapped it forward to PLANT the tyro on the crown of her skull with a beautiful Brain Stew DDT. Renquist did a hands free headstand before slopping out on one side, the formerly kinetic blonde stretched out and dead to the world.
BRAIN STEW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMrXI0AAnLw
The FAWNatics called for a cover, but AJ waved them off. If this chick kicked out of the Plunge there was no guarantee the Stew would keep her down either. That’s why she helped herself to Renquist’s wrists and draaaaaaaaaaaaaaagged her over into the shadows of the nearest corner. The crowd’s disappointment over the ignored cover faded the instant Swann dropped her foe’s limbs and slipped through the strands to the apron. From there she sprang to the top rope in a single bound, AJ’s lightweight credentials on full display as she offered a matching set of devil horns to the Mayhem crowd. Honing in on her target as the crowd noise swelled, Swann muttered, “Nice try Mace, but you’re not quite ready to rock with me just yet.”
She dove out, tucked her head and floated over into a gorgeous death-dive that THAWHAAAAAM! Groans from the fans and a silent scream from Swann as Macy rolled out of the blast zone at the last second. Bounced to one knee following her disastrous miss, AJ put a hand on her back to ease the pain, then yelped in surprise when someone caught her right wrist and pulled it snug against her tummy! Gripping the blue-nette’s shoulder in her free hand, Macy Renquist guided Swann to boot leather, pulled her around with a single quick yank and CRAAAAACK! Dimmed AJ’s lights with a Ripcord Bytch Slap that as hard as the stiffest Super Kick FAWN had to offer.
Macy let loose the instant she connected and dove forward, the resurgent blonde driving Swann to the ground with a rough tackle. Landing astride her foe’s waist, Renquist grabbed AJ’s wrists and pulled them down against her sides, meaning they were pinned in place when the Slappin’ Sensation scooted up to sit on her chest. Hands flattened into paddles (or axe heads) Macy smiled to the glassy eyed lovely and purred, “You should’ve asked Lily what this felt like.” Then she unleashed a withering barrage, Renquist metronoming her prey’s face back n’ forth with a brutal flurry of at least half a dozen forehand Slaps that had the first few rows cringing with every crisp echo.
Merle let Macy tee off uncontested for three long seconds, but when Swann made no move to defend herself he threw a sign to the Timekeeper and tapped Renquist on the shoulder. “It’s over, Macy. Ease off.”
Macy paused, looking like she didn’t quite believe the official. It wasn’t until the bell sounded that she nodded and scooted forward so that Swann’s chin rested against the fork of her crotch. Amanda Jane’s latest project broke into a wide smile at the sound of the Announcer’s confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knock-out… MACY RENQUIST!”
That’s me, baby.” Macy teased. “And this is you.” She pressed both hands to Swann’s flushed face, hiding her from view until another tap from Merle goaded her into relinquishing the mount.
Used to (and in some cases, eager for) domineering displays of arrogance after a win, the capacity crowd was taken by surprise when Renquist didn’t offer more than a smile when Merle raised her hand. Once free she headed for her corner and raised another round of expectant murmurs in so doing. But no, Macy only reclaimed the varsity jacket and slipped it on. From there she snugged those bulky red headphones down into place and in seconds she was dipping her head in time with the music. Utterly absorbed by the beat, she would’ve left the ring without a word if Merle hadn’t patted her on the shoulder.
“Macy. Hey, Macy!”
She stopped on the other side of the apron and pulled back the left speaker.
“Yeah?”
“Just wanted to say congratulations on a great match. Welcome to FAWN.”
Macy favored him with a brilliant smile. “It was pretty good, wasn’t it? Keep watching. The next one will be even better.”
Promise made, she slid the headphone back into place, dropped to the floor and headed up the ramp, pleasantly oblivious to the shockwaves she’d unleashed with that strong dismissal of the Hardcore Heartbreaker.
"Anybody tell you I'm a fighter?
Wanna start a fire, I'm the lighter,
If you think you burn bright, I burn brighter,
Never tire,
Did they tell you I'm a fighter?"
AJ SWANN:
Many of those assembled sing along to the opening of Sumo Cyco’s ‘Fighter’ though they abandon their karaoke efforts to roar their love for the Guitar Heroine when she stormed the stage. Already going full bore, AJ bounded down the ramp, slapping hands with as many ringside fans as she could reach. A natural redhead, tonight Swann's hair was strictly on the blue end of the spectrum. She's dressed in a white sports-bra top and matching bikini briefs, the bottoms supported by a thin, crooked red belt and sporting a bright red lipstick kiss mark on the right cheek. Located directly in the center of her modest bosom, meanwhile, was a red cartoon heart--cracked slightly at the top, and dripping blood from the bottom. The rest of her ensemble consisted of a pair of black gloves, the upper side adorned with a skeletal print, a crimson bandana tied tight but-not-too-tightly around her right wrist, torn and tattered red fishnets, as well as red pads and boots.
Leaping onto the apron, Swann paused just long enough to wipe her boots on the apron, then slipped a leg between the ropes. Pulling her body through the cables in one swift motion, AJ bounded toward the nearest corner, hopping up onto the middle buckle. Thrusting her arms overhead, Swann lett out a triumphant cry, giving the crowd a display of tongue that would make Gene Simmons proud as she raised the horns with both hands--a gesture that's met with a gleeful roar from tonight's capacity crowd.
Quiet for a moment as AJ’s music faded, then the noise rushed right back in the form of an unfamiliar guitar riff that drew everyone’s attention to the stage. Well, not precisely unfamiliar, many fans picked it out as Cage the Elephant’s ‘Mess Around’ within a few seconds, yet it was new through this set of speakers, which meant another new hire was about to announce her presence.
MESS AROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IIXxCoOEC9I
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Blue Bay, Florida, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and seventeen pounds. Making her debut in the FAWN Arena, this is MACY RENQUIST!”
An enthusiastic, if somewhat perplexed round of applause greeted this request, as the name rang no bells with Jungle fans or those followers of the Indy scene. Yet the noise still went up when the woman in question brushed the curtain aside. For while the name wasn’t familiar, everyone had seen the pics on the official FAWN Twitter feed of the unnamed blonde absolutely laying into a whole load of different sparring partners with some of the stiffest slaps imaginable. Heretofore they’d just labeled her #SlappinSensation, now the world knew her name. Soon they’d know what she could do.
MACY RENQUIST:
Atop the stage was a slender, dark-eyed woman with a clear complexion and long blonde hair that hung well past her shoulders. Armored in bulky red and white varsity jacket and oversized red headphones, the newcomer looked around at the capacity crowd and pulled one side loose to better gauge the noise level. Apparently pleased with what she heard, Macy snugged it back into place and started down the aisle. Bobbing her head along in time with the music (whether her own theme or something else was anyone’s guess) Renquist took her time with the journey and though she wasn’t what you’d call gregarious with the crowd, she did reach out to slap a few palms extended in her direction.
Going directly for the stairs once she’d cleared the aisle, Macy made quick time onto the apron and through the ropes. She claimed the center of the ring in short order and made several (hundred) more fans when she doffed the jacket to show off a strappy white two piece with pink trim and pink accents. Her knee and elbow pads were an identical pink, while the ankle wraps she wore in place of boots were matte black. It was that last detail that explained a great deal to certain members of the crowd, namely those that remembered Amanda Jane Giardi favored pink and black and ankle wraps instead of boots.
Revealed to be almost solid muscle and sinew once shod of her varsity jacket, Renquist scanned the crowd one more time before she headed to her corner where she hung up the jacket for safe keeping. The headphones were still in place when Merle the referee bustled over to check her pads and wraps, which she offered without hesitation. Satisfied, he tapped her shoulder and motioned for her to remove the ‘phones. “Match is about to start, Macy. Want me to set those aside for you?”
She pulled the headphones loose, hooked them around the post atop her jacket, then turned to the zebra. “No thanks, they’ll be fine right here. Now do me a favor and ring the bell, it’s time I made some music of my own.”
The noise level intensified when the bell sounded, the Mayhem crowd clearly intrigued by this match pitting an established Lightweight star against a highly vetted, yet otherwise unknown rookie. AJ Swann shared their enthusiasm and encouraged even greater volumes by clapping her hands as she started out of the corner. They picked it up at once, meaning the Hardcore Heartbreaker was grooving to a good baseline by the time she reached the center of the ring. Over on the far side, Macy Renquist bobbed her head in time with the fan-made beat, but aside from a quick glance around to appreciate the size of the space, she never let her eyes leave Swann. It was in fact an impressive show of nerves from a woman who’d never even performed in a high school gym before, let alone one of the most raucous crowds on the continent. Apparently unfazed by all of it, the white-clad blonde pushed off the turnbuckles and strode forth to do her mentor proud.
AJ watched Macy close in and though she didn’t raise her hands, the rocker’s fingers twitched ever so slightly, just in case the blonde’s hand speed was quick as Lily claimed. Pausing a short distance from Swann, Renquist mulled something over, then stuck out her hand. “’Manda told me you were tough, that I should shake your hand before we get started. I’m not sure why it matters since we’re going to beat the hell out of each other, but she hasn’t done me wrong yet, so… this is me offering you a handshake.”
Swann didn’t accept right away, she’d been suckered in by false civility before. “Tell me, you the kind of chick who’d take advantage of a handshake, Macy?”
The Slappin’ Sensation didn’t look perturbed by the question, in fact she looked rather relieved. “Nope. When I slap you, and believe me, I WILL slap you tonight, you’ll have both hands free to defend yourself. Now are you going to shake my hand or are we going to get off to a bad start?”
AJ reached out, took the blonde’s hand and pulled her in with a quick tug. “Don’t worry Mace, I think we’re off to a great start. Just as long as you understand I’m gonna do a lot more than slap you tonight.”
Macy didn’t look the least bit intimidated, indeed her dark eyes showed a competitive gleam as she replied, “Bring it on, Guitar Hero.”
They broke away with such abruptness that the fans thought they’d given their opponent a hard shove. Hands up in the blink of an eye, Swann dipped her knees and lunged for the rook--CRACK! Macy slapped her opponent’s right bicep so quick and so hard it made AJ’s whole arm tingle. It faded almost at once, but the disruption was enough for Renquist to slide in and catch her in a Side Headlock.
Most ingénues made the mistake of stuffing their opponent’s cheek in against their chest, a tactic that popped the crowd, but left the aggressor open to all manner of Suplex counters if she wasn’t extremely careful. Macy however forced AJ’s temple in against the point of her hip and squeezed until Swann stamped the canvas in pain. “You’re lucky the angle’s bad.” Renquist chirped as she rose up on her toes and went down on one knee, another surprisingly veteran tactic. “Otherwise I’d have already tagged your face a half dozen times. Still, you don’t mind a little hair pull, do you? I figure a girl who calls herself hardcore is fine with the rougher stuff.”
AJ didn’t get a chance to answer, as Macy immediately filled one hand with bright blue hair and gave it spirited yank! “C’mon Macy, keep off the hair!” Merle chided almost at once. “I know Amanda Jane taught you about pulling hair.”
Renquist nodded. “Oh, she did. She also taught me all about standing five counts.”
The ref sighed and started the count. “ONE! TWO! THR--” Swann reached up with one hand, cupped the blonde’s right hip and raaaaaaaaaked her nails around to the small of Renquist’s back. Macy yelped and didn’t release the Headlock, but her grip loosened enough for the Hardcore Heartbreaker to snag a wrist and prize the grasp open herself. Twisting around behind her foe, Swann forced Macy’s hand up between her shoulders and made the Hammerlock that much more unpleasant by wrenching the blonde’s wrist back at a sharp angle.
“You think a hair pull is rough, sweetie? Meet up with me in a falls count anywhere match and I’ll show you what hardcore is all about.”
Forced onto tiptoes to alleviate some of the pressure, Renquist huffed, “I don’t need steel steps, kendo sticks or chairs to break you down, but I do wonder what you’d sound like crashing through the Announce Table at a high rate of OOOWWW! Oh, is that how we’re playing”
Shifting control of Macy’s wrist to her left hand, Swann reached around with her right, curled it into a spade and dug deep into the blonde’s flat tummy. “That’s how we’re playing, babe.” AJ confirmed after she’d gouged her index finger into Renquist’s navel. “Fast and mean and perfectly within the confines of the rules. Think you can handle that?” the question was punctuated with a single quick Kneelift to the high curve of Macy’s glutes.
Enduring the various attacks with little more than a grimace and narrowed eyes, Renquist tilted her head so she was almost cheek to cheek with the former Intercontinental Champ. “I’ve spent the last eighteen months being tortured by some of the toughest women FAWN has ever known. They couldn’t break me and neither will you, Pop Tart.”
Swann squeezed harder, enjoying the challenge of scooping out a handful of haughty tummy. “I’m not gonna break you, Slappy. I’m just gonna scuff you up, maybe embarrass you a little. What did ‘Manda J teach you about having your ass pointed at the overhead OOOWWNNNGGGHHH!”
Renquist raised a foot and stamped on AJ’s toes, paying special attention to grrrrrrrind them beneath her heel! In the same moment she snapped her head back and to the side, striking her foe in the cheek hard enough to make Swann’s eyes water. The Headbutt loosened the Hammerlock to the point of ineffectiveness and Macy slipped out to claim her opponent’s six. Startled but hardly helpless, AJ fired off a Back Elbow that would’ve struck home if the blonde had went for a Hammerlock of her own. Instead Renquist dropped to one knee, grabbed hold of Swann’s ankles and yanked her legs out from underneath! AJ felt it coming, adjusted as she fell and managed to come down on her forearms, meaning she didn’t lose all her wind in the landing.
Her scramble back to verticality never got started as Renquist straddled her hips and THUMPED the full weight of her buns into the small of AJ’s back. Swann ‘ooffhed’, tried to roll and found herself trapped with the tyro’s knees wedged in against her ribs.
“So you’re going to scuff me up, huh?” Macy plunged a hand into AJ’s hair and cranked her head back at a painful angle. “That’s fair, considering I was going to slap you shiny.”
“Yeah?” Swann grunted. “Sounds like you’d rather talk about it in--” CRAAACK!
The Slappin’ Sensation proved her bona fides to the capacity crowd when she reared back with her left hand and clouted AJ’s cheek with a single savage blast. Renquist pushed up at once, smacking both hands against Swann’s shoulders as she strolled away and ‘flicked’ her trunks back into place.
Elsewhere, the Hardcore Heartbreaker rose to one knee and put a hand to her cheek. The pain was almost gone, but the warm tingle beneath her fingers told her there would be a welt sooner than later. Forced to admit that Burlingame may have actually undersold the newcomer’s ability, Swann stood up and wiped the hair off her face. “You like throwing hands, Macy? Then step up and do your worst. Just don’t go crying to Giardi when I Chop your skinny ass all the way back to the Madhouse.”
Macy licked her lips, took a step forward, then shook her head ‘no’ and drew back. “I insist, you go first.” she told Swann. “After all, I’m already one up on you.”
AJ didn’t question the gift, she only offered the blonde a ‘it’s your funeral’ shrug of the shoulders, then closed the gap to CRAAACK a Knife-Edge Chop against the rookie’s décolletage. Renquist winced and shook her head, but when she met Swann’s gaze her expression was more pleased than pained. “Good shot. I was afraid ‘Manda was talking you up, glad to know I was wrong. You ready?”
The Guitar Heroine stretched her arms wide, presenting a defiant target to the newcomer. “Ready and wait--” CRAAAACK! Swann expected an identical Chop in return, or perhaps a sideswipe slap. What she didn’t expect was a looping overhand smack that struck her right breast with a sound like a rifle shot. Gaping in surprise and pain, the blue-haired battler stumbled, caught her balance and straightened up.
“Oh, you’re already covering up?” Renquist sounded disappointed. “Maybe Amanda was talking you up after all.”
AJ looked down and realized she’d instinctively pressed her left arm against the stinging swell of her chest. Angered by the blonde’s tone, she dropped the defenses and said, “Surprised me, honey. It won’t happen again.”
“Let’s hope noNNNGGGHHH!”
Swann interrupted with her second Chop, one aimed directly for the scooped neckline of Macy’s top. “Shake it off, new meat.” the veteran taunted. “Show me those hands I’ve heard so much abOOOWWWW!”
Renquist did sideswipe her that time, the slender lovely slapping Swann’s bounty so hard her whole side went warm. The Hardcore Heartbreaker growled, steadied her knees and answered with a third Knife-Edge, this one trained on the welt raised by her previous effort. Macy soaked it up and immediately countered with a viper-quick backhanded flick that SMACKED Swann’s tummy with the force of a stiff body blow. AJ ‘oooffhhed’ doubled up for a moment, then straightened and-- got clouted across the face with a forehand Bytch Slap that dropped her on her butt in the center of the ring!
“Lucky this isn’t the beach, baby.” Macy noted as she shook the tingle out of her slappin’ hand. “If it was I’d have already mounted you, slapped you out and posted the video to YouEERRRGGHHHHH!”
AJ launched herself in a low-flying tackle that caught Renquist around the upper thighs and sent both ladies sprawling to the mat. Furious following the literal Smackdown, Swann scrambled into a high mount, buried one hand in Renquist’s hair and tugged her head off the mat to better pound away with straight right hands to the forehead. The tactic was satisfying on a visceral level, alas it wasn’t exactly kosher with the rules, so Merle stepped in for the warning. “Open up those fists, AJ! C’mon now, don’t make me start a count!”
On another night Swann may have very well forced the ref’s hand, tonight however she paused and treated him to an accommodating smile. “Sure Merle. Macy’s probably more comfortable with these anyway.” ‘These’ turned out to be a flurry of half a dozen quick, biting slaps the white-clad battler tacked to her opponent’s cheek and forehead.
When a bit of hand fighting from Renquist brought the punishment to a halt, AJ shifted her weight up n’ down, repeatedly bouncing her backside on the blonde’s chest. “Lesson number one, rookie.” she told the flushed fighter. “Fight like a bytch, get treated like a bytch.”
“Puh-please.” Macy managed to scoff despite the disadvantageous conditions. “You’re fighting more like a Tilted Kilt skank hustling for more tips half an hour before last--”
Swann grabbed a double handful of hair and rose for her biggest Butt Bomb yet only to ‘eep’ in surprise when Macy kicked her legs up and hooked them beneath her attacker’s armpits. A single quick pulse shifted their alignments a good ninety degrees, with Swann ending up flat on her back while Renquist rose to a seat in full control of the Sunset Flip. It was a perfect pinning predicament and Merle reacted accordingly, diving in on all fours to count off… CRAA-CRAAACK!
Instead of keeping her arms cinched around AJ’s waist, Macy raised both hands high and brought ‘em down across the upturned curve of Swann’s glutes! The unexpected jolt actually helped Swann escape the pinning predicament in an ungainly somersault that brought her up on one knee a short distance from her adversary. Thrown off by the blonde’s abandoning a solid cover, AJ barked, “Just what sort of game are you ERRGH!” The Slappin’ Sensation ended the question with a rough Front Facelock and a Single Underhook on Swann’s left arm. Dragging the other woman to boot leather with a few quick tugs, Macy kicked her right leg back, then snapped it forward to take AJ up, over and DOWN onto her back with a beautiful Half Hatch Suplex. Swann landed hard and bounced to a seat, her welts temporarily forgotten thanks to the bolt of pain shooting up and down her spi--CRAAACK!
HALF HATCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZFpKVXC_LY
“BYTCH!” The welts rushed back to the forefront of her mind when Renquist stepped in behind her and clapped another wince-inducing overhand Slap between her shoulders.
“What am I doing?” Macy asked while Swann scrambled to boot leather. “Right now I’m slapping around the Hardcore Heartbreaker in hopes she’ll--”
AJ came at her in a flash, the Acoustic Angel taking to the skies in a low leap that saw her hook her left arm across the blonde’s throat. A plethora of excess momentum allowed Swann to spin around behind her prey and in so doing angle her right arm around Macy’s neck. Then gravity brought them both down, AJ landing on her tush while Renquist THWHUNKED down on the back of her head and shoulders.
HELLO NASTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2XL9H3UJ1Lk
Bouncing to verticality even as the blonde slopped onto her tummy, Swann threw some devil horns to the FAWNatics, then hurried over to Renquist and planted both feet on the ingénue’s lower back. Far from a passive participant in this punishment, Macy gouged her elbows into the mat and “NNNNNNGGGGHHH!” AJ peeled off a back flip, tucked her knees and drilled both into Renquist’s exposed back.
MOONSAULT KNEE DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=001l-3_QY2I
Macy shuddered and rolled to her back to prevent more punishment, a tactic that worked for oh, maybe two seconds. That’s right about the time Swann popped up and went to the skies in another back flip, but this one ended with her THWHUMPING down across Macy’s belly! Breathless in the wake of the #1 Crush, Renquist squirmed and fought all the harder when Swann hooked the far leg and pulled it close for the…
#1 CRUSH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BC-7v2XKWC4
ONE…
TWO…
Macy kicked loose right after ‘TWO!’, letting the Rawkette know that this fight was far from over. The thought didn’t bother AJ at all, she wasn’t even sort of done paying this chick back for the welts on her face and chest. “C’mon honey, lets give you the grand tour.” Renquist huffed a curse and pushed at the blue-nette’s encroaching wrists but she couldn’t stop Swann from scraping her off the mat. A Headbutt between the eyes kept Macy from fighting the Wristlock or the Irish Whip that sent her trundling to a corner on the far side of the ring. “MAKE SOME NOISE, PEOPLE!” AJ bellowed to the crowd, “LET’S MAKE THIS CHUMP FEEL WELCOME!”
They obliged her at the top of their lungs, meaning Renquist didn’t hear the Heartbreaker’s approach until Swann THWHAPPED her across the tits with a huge Avalanche Splash. Swann bounced out at once, dropping into a low, welcoming crouch that made it that much easier for her to scoop the wobbly warrior onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Marching the squirming battler out to the center of the ring, AJ turned in a quick circle and called, “TIME FOR THIS LITTLE PRINCESS TO TAKE A GRUNGE WHOOOAAHH!”
Macy kicked / slid loose of AJ’s grip to land directly behind the startled veteran. Another wrestler might’ve clubbed AJ with a Forearm Smash or a Kneelift or they might’ve just raaaaaaaaked her from shoulder to buttocks. Macy Renquist however raised both hands and CRAAAACKED them between the other lightweight’s shoulders! Swann’s jaw dropped open and her chest thrust forward, like someone with a helluva sunburn suffering an overenthusiastic shoulder clap from a Frat Boy.
Loud as the slaps were, they were merely prologue for the Double Chickenwing the rookie used to wrench Swann’s arms tight behind her back. Then she dropped her hips in a low crouch and popped off a beautiful bridge that THWHUMPED AJ on the back of her head and shoulders! Ankles well north of her ears in the wake of the Tiger Suplex. Swann didn’t do much more than squirm as the official counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
TIGER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-U0QTnWKwbA
The Guitar Heroine wrenched free of Renquist’s hooks within an ace of getting counted down for the night. Macy showed two fingers to Merle, who confirmed it with a quick nod. Satisfied, she plunged both hands into the blue-nette’s hair and scraped her off the deck. Despite her showy (some would even say arrogant) approach, Macy was all business as she dipped at the waist and cinched her right arm across Swann’s midsection. In the same breath her left arm went behind the other woman’s knees, all the better to muscle her up under her right arm like nothing more than a bundle of laundry. Of course laundry didn’t scream, and Swann most certainly did after Renquist raced halfway across the ring and dropped to one knee to THWHUMP her spine with a huge Backbreaker.
RUNNING BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ml_hPrkBc-w
Forced into a violent arch on impact, AJ let out another pained wail when the blonde brought a stiff open hand SMACKING down on her tummy. A single brisk shove got Swann off Macy’s knee and down on the mat, where the newcomer stretched across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
AJ reached out and grabbed the bottom rope to halt the count without raising a shoulder. “Rookie mistake, that one’s on me.” the Slappin’ Sensation admitted as she leaned back on her haunches. “Won’t happen again.”
With her foe in no condition to respond, Renquist cupped Swann’s ears and used them to guide the former North American Champ to her feet. A Kneelift and a Front Facelock kept AJ under the blonde’s control ‘til they were well removed from any possible assistance from the ropes. Out there in the deep water she tossed Swann’s near arm across her shoulders and grabbed a handful of white waistband, all the better to keep things nice and steady when she muscled the Hardcore Heartbreaker to high noon. A Delayed Vertical Suplex was hardly a show stopper any more, yet they were still uncommon enough in Lightweight Contests to earn a round of applause from the capacity crowd. Said applause quickly gave way to the traditional count. ‘ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… ‘
Renquist dropped her burden back the way she came, leaving Swann to land on her feet in a knock-kneed crouch. She looked more than a little unsteady, yet that proved to work in her favor as she managed to duck beneath the Bytch Slap Macy aimed at her cheek! Plowing forward as soon as the blow passed overhead, the Rawk-ette drove a shoulder into the blonde’s gut and hoisted her onto her shoulders in another Fireman’s Carry!
“SECOND FIRST, BETTER THAN THE FIRST!” With one arm hooked over the back of Renquist’s neck and another cradled over her thigh, Swann slung Macy forward and down and dropped to a split-legged seat, all the better to THWHUNK the other woman down on the back of her head and shoulders. Grunge Plunge finally complete, AJ kept Macy’s right leg cradled in a Half Matchbook as she slid forward and sat down on her chest for…
GRUNGE PLUNGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cjlEy4nxG94
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Renquist bucked her way free of the pin with half a heartbeat to spare, a show of grit and determination that surprised seemingly everyone but AJ. Strike that, Swann WAS surprised, but as someone who’d made a career of kicking out when folks thought it was all over, it didn’t throw her off her game when someone returned the favor. Snagging Renquist by the straps before the rookie could roll clear, AJ scraped her off the mat, then went low like she was thinking Double Leg Takedown. Such a tactic would’ve been far too clean for this stage in this particular contest, so no one was particularly surprised when the white-clad battler rose onto her tiptoes and went down for a quick round of genuflection that THWHUMPED Macy’s undercarriage on the point of her knee.
Already groggy after the Plunge, the Inverted Atomic Drop slowed Macy’s circuits even more, so Swann locked her hands a little tighter and lifted her up for a second eye-watering crotch on knee impact. Practically frozen in place after that duet of displeasures, Renquist was powerless to stop AJ from wedging her head beneath her right arm and locking on a Double Underhook. Macy watched enough tape to know what was in store so she dropped to one knee to thwart the blue-nette’s efforts. No dice, Swann just hauled her up, flicked a leg back and then snapped it forward to PLANT the tyro on the crown of her skull with a beautiful Brain Stew DDT. Renquist did a hands free headstand before slopping out on one side, the formerly kinetic blonde stretched out and dead to the world.
BRAIN STEW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMrXI0AAnLw
The FAWNatics called for a cover, but AJ waved them off. If this chick kicked out of the Plunge there was no guarantee the Stew would keep her down either. That’s why she helped herself to Renquist’s wrists and draaaaaaaaaaaaaaagged her over into the shadows of the nearest corner. The crowd’s disappointment over the ignored cover faded the instant Swann dropped her foe’s limbs and slipped through the strands to the apron. From there she sprang to the top rope in a single bound, AJ’s lightweight credentials on full display as she offered a matching set of devil horns to the Mayhem crowd. Honing in on her target as the crowd noise swelled, Swann muttered, “Nice try Mace, but you’re not quite ready to rock with me just yet.”
She dove out, tucked her head and floated over into a gorgeous death-dive that THAWHAAAAAM! Groans from the fans and a silent scream from Swann as Macy rolled out of the blast zone at the last second. Bounced to one knee following her disastrous miss, AJ put a hand on her back to ease the pain, then yelped in surprise when someone caught her right wrist and pulled it snug against her tummy! Gripping the blue-nette’s shoulder in her free hand, Macy Renquist guided Swann to boot leather, pulled her around with a single quick yank and CRAAAAACK! Dimmed AJ’s lights with a Ripcord Bytch Slap that as hard as the stiffest Super Kick FAWN had to offer.
Macy let loose the instant she connected and dove forward, the resurgent blonde driving Swann to the ground with a rough tackle. Landing astride her foe’s waist, Renquist grabbed AJ’s wrists and pulled them down against her sides, meaning they were pinned in place when the Slappin’ Sensation scooted up to sit on her chest. Hands flattened into paddles (or axe heads) Macy smiled to the glassy eyed lovely and purred, “You should’ve asked Lily what this felt like.” Then she unleashed a withering barrage, Renquist metronoming her prey’s face back n’ forth with a brutal flurry of at least half a dozen forehand Slaps that had the first few rows cringing with every crisp echo.
Merle let Macy tee off uncontested for three long seconds, but when Swann made no move to defend herself he threw a sign to the Timekeeper and tapped Renquist on the shoulder. “It’s over, Macy. Ease off.”
Macy paused, looking like she didn’t quite believe the official. It wasn’t until the bell sounded that she nodded and scooted forward so that Swann’s chin rested against the fork of her crotch. Amanda Jane’s latest project broke into a wide smile at the sound of the Announcer’s confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knock-out… MACY RENQUIST!”
That’s me, baby.” Macy teased. “And this is you.” She pressed both hands to Swann’s flushed face, hiding her from view until another tap from Merle goaded her into relinquishing the mount.
Used to (and in some cases, eager for) domineering displays of arrogance after a win, the capacity crowd was taken by surprise when Renquist didn’t offer more than a smile when Merle raised her hand. Once free she headed for her corner and raised another round of expectant murmurs in so doing. But no, Macy only reclaimed the varsity jacket and slipped it on. From there she snugged those bulky red headphones down into place and in seconds she was dipping her head in time with the music. Utterly absorbed by the beat, she would’ve left the ring without a word if Merle hadn’t patted her on the shoulder.
“Macy. Hey, Macy!”
She stopped on the other side of the apron and pulled back the left speaker.
“Yeah?”
“Just wanted to say congratulations on a great match. Welcome to FAWN.”
Macy favored him with a brilliant smile. “It was pretty good, wasn’t it? Keep watching. The next one will be even better.”
Promise made, she slid the headphone back into place, dropped to the floor and headed up the ramp, pleasantly oblivious to the shockwaves she’d unleashed with that strong dismissal of the Hardcore Heartbreaker.