Post by bigfan on Jun 9, 2017 0:03:22 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer called to the murmuring crowd, “it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is a No Disqualifications Match scheduled for one fall and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger, 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 Dangerous Dame… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
VERONICA TREYMANE:
A grayscale flood swept away the Technicolor in an instant and the Treymane Gang greeted the now former World Champion with every bit of energy they could muster Accompanied by Social Distortion’s ‘Machine Gun Blues’ the Pinstripe Powerhouse stormed through the curtain at top speed, but forced herself to stop a few steps down the ramp. Opening her trench coat with an angry flourish, Treymane raised the replica Thompson and growled, “Stole something from me last month, Daisy. Now it’s time I got it back.” She pulled the trigger and swept a blistering line of pyro across the aisle, Treymane halting the firefight only when the Thompson clicked empty. Letting it hang at her side in the aftermath, she resumed her march to the ring.
For the task of reclaiming her title, the Neo-Noir Knockout wore the midnight blue version 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. Taking a moment to slap hands with fans at ringside, ‘Ronnie handed the Thompson off to a FAWN tech, then doffed coat and hat before sliding under the bottom rope. Quick to claim the middle of the ring as her own, Treymane didn’t exactly ignore Nick Castle as he checked on her pads and boots, but she sure as hell didn’t take her eyes off the stage either.
She didn’t have to wait long. Social Distortion was still fading when the Announcer called, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Antonio Bay, California, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred twenty seven pounds. She is the Innovator of Offense, the NorCal Sensation, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds and the current reigning and defending FAWN World Champion… JENNY JACOBS!"
JENNY JACOBS:
This was greeted with the most vociferous of boos, a reaction that would’ve surely astounded any viewer who missed the last couple months of action. The newly forged disgust glowed even brighter as ‘Invincible’ played the new World Champ into view for her inaugural defense. For the first time in a long time, Jenny pushed through the curtain at a walk instead of a flat out run. Could’ve been her new attitude, could have been the ten pounds of leather and gold around her waist. Whatever the reason, Jacobs took her time reaching center stage, but once there she undid the fed’s top prize and raised it one handed. The other she curled into her signature ‘J’ which almost immediately transformed into a middle finger pointed in the challenger’s direction. “Mine now, ‘Ronnie.” Jenny told her opponent. “After tonight you’ll never be this close again.”
There was no way for Treymane to hear her at that distance, yet the other blonde still took a step toward the ropes, so Jenny dropped the belt to her shoulder and headed for the ring. For the first of what would no doubt prove a record-setting World Title reign, 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.
Teasing the dismayed losers on the aisle with her shiny new toy, Jacobs made quick work of the aisle, then broke into a run and dove under the bottom rope. On her feet in an instant, the champ went straight for Veronica only to spin around at the last second and claim the nearest corner instead!
Veronica cursed and started forward, but Castle interposed himself between her and the Innovator. “You’ll get your shot soon enough. Go to your corner, ‘Ronnie.”
“Yeah, go to your corner and wait.” Jenny smirked from her perch. “Someone will be along to whoop your ass shortly.”
Treymane said nothing, only backed into the corner without taking her eyes from the new champ. Once the distance was safe, Jacobs hopped down and let the ref check her pads and boots, though she didn’t let him take the belt from her possession until the absolute last second.
Though still furious over the events of Spring Break, Veronica discovered she was remarkably nonplussed in the role of challenger. In fact she found the idea of reclaiming her stolen gold from a gutless coward even more satisfying than defending that same gold from a far more deserving challenger. That explained why she tore out of her corner in a flat out run the instant the Timekeeper CLANGED the bell. Jenny had expected a fast start from the lumbering blonde ass-hat, but the sheer velocity of Treymane’s approach froze her in place until the absolute last second, when some screaming survival instinct sent her diving through the ropes to the flo--
“OOOOWWWW! LEGGO BYTCH!” Jenny shouted as Veronica reached after her through the ropes and caught a huge hank of hair! The Dangerous Dame did no such thing of course, the No DQ stipulation was Jenny’s idea after all and she meant to exploit it to the fullest. Snugged against the strands by Jacobs’s foiled escape, Treymane leaned over as far as she could and doubled down on the hair grip. “Where do you think you’re going, Daisy?” she growled. “That fight you wanted so bad is in here!”
The Innovator cursed and gouged her nails into the other blonde’s wrists, but Treymane endured the sting and burn long enough to gather her reserves and hoist her burden from the floor to the apron with a single savage yank! Hooking an arm around the champ’s neck as soon as her boots touched down, Veronica threaded both of the Californian’s arms over the top rope, then grabbed her shoulders and THWHUMPED an ugly Headbutt into the nape of her foe’s neck. Jacobs’s legs sagged at once, but the support of the rubber-coated steel kept her from tumbling one way or another. Noting the smaller blonde’s slumped posture, Treymane curled one hand over Jenny’s chin and tugged her head back to better murmur in her ear.
“I’m going to put my boot through your trunks tonight, Jacobs.” she threatened. “But only AFTER I’ve beaten you into whimpering, pleading, rubble.”
“Guuurrrrr….go f*ck yourself, ‘Ronnie. I used you up last time, tonight’s no diffNNNNNGGGGGHH!”
Treymane brought her forearm down atop Jenny’s chest with a heavy overhand blow, then pulled that same arm back and THWHAPPED a Forearm Smash against Jacobs’s shoulders. With no meddlesome count to disrupt her pace, ‘Ronnie alternated between the Overhand Smashes and the Forearm Shivers, landing a healthy half dozen of both before she finished up with a rude slap upside Jenny’s head. Rolling her shoulders while Jacobs tried to steady her ringing nerves, Treymane noted, “The only thing you did at Spring Break was prove to the world that you’ll do whatever it takes to wear the World Title, even if it means exposing yourself as a desperate HHHRRRRGK!”
JJ curled her right arm around the back of Treymane’s head and stepped forward off the apron to ‘twang’ the taller woman’s throat against the top rope! Treymane gagged and stumbled back awkwardly, the former champ collapsing to one knee in the aftermath of her foe’s Hot Shot.
Not about to waste a golden opportunity against the bumbling TCM cosplayer, Jacobs hopped back to the apron, grabbed hold of the top rope and leapt onto it in a beautiful Springboard. The FAWNatics warned Veronica of the encroachment, urging the former champ to remove herself from Jenny’s flight path. A good plan certainly, yet Treymane had something more offensive in mind, as Jacobs and the crowd discovered when she charged forward and DRILLED a Haymaker against the side of Jenny’s skull!
Knees gone soft and sludgy after the big right hand, the NorCal Sensation lost her balance and tumbled backward, though she managed to hook an arm over the strands and thus land on the apron instead of the thinly-padded arena floor. A silver lining perhaps, alas it was attached to a raging thunderhead, one that took the form of Treymane’s boot after she spun through a tight circle and hopped off her plant foot. THWHACK! The Chicago Lightning struck Jacobs full in the face and sent her toppling from apron to floor, Jenny twisting in mid-descent to BWANG against the steel barricade in an ugly chest-first landing.
CHICAGO LIGHTNING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQ5ogzccy1k
Energized by the wreckage of this witch that’d ended her first reign with FAWN’s biggest prize, the Neo-Noir Knockout stalked back and forth along the ropes, then grabbed on and boosted herself to the middle strand. “GET UP AND SLITHER YOUR BONY ASS BACK IN HERE, DAISY!” she bellowed to the delight of the Orlando faithful. “IF I HAVE TO COME GET YA YOU’RE NOT GOING TO LIKE IT!”
Jacobs didn’t much care for the situation as it stood thank you very much, so she made it a point to ignore the challenger until she’d wrapped a hand around the guardrail and slooooooowly hauled herself to verticality. “Think you’re forgetting something, cupcake.” Jenny taunted. “I’m the champion, YOU’RE the challenger. You wanna take MY title? You’re gonna have to come to--”
‘Me’ remained unsaid as Treymane slid through the ropes and went straight for the NorCal Sensation. Jacobs anticipated just such a reaction and so she did what any valiant fighting World Champion would do… she turned tail and got the hell out of there.
Veronica didn’t mind though, she took off after the retreating blonde with every intent of running her to ground. The jeers following Jenny’s act of cowardice (or self-preservation if you were still a devout Jacobite) blossomed into delighted cheers as the throng saw Veronica closing the distance a step at a time. Jacobs didn’t bother to look back, she knew damned well Treymane might snatch hold of her hair at any moment.
Nerves still icy even with the challenger breathing down her neck, Jenny rounded a corner and kicked on the afterburners to put a little distance between herself and the Pinstripe Powerhouse. Closing fast on the steel ring steps, Jacobs poured on a little more speed, then took to the skies in a leap that saw her knees pulled up just beneath her chin. The acrobatics earned grudging applause from the crowd but it was what came next that reminded them all why she was called the Innovator of Offense. Landing in a nimble crouch, Jacobs made a quarter turn and lashed out with a low Super Kick that BWAAANGED against the broad side of the corrugated steel which in turn drove them into Veronica’s shins as she tried to make her own jump!
Transformed from righteous avenger to dropped rock in a single stroke, Treymane tumbled to the floor where she landed flat on her face, chest and belly with a resounding THWHAP! Sucking wind after that gawdawful landing, Veronica struggled to one knee and set about regaining her “UUUUNNNNNGGGGHHH!” Jenny charged the penitent battler with the look of a woman going for a Shining Wizard, but when she left her feet the NorCal Sensation twisted around and drove her backside into square into Treymane’s face. The ahem, Shining Ass, knocked Veronica sprawling, the formerly domineering beauty looking quite vulnerable stretched out beside the apron and just below those off-kilter steps.
SHINING ASS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8s_qfD8MW88
Feeling all sorts of confident after admiring that view, Jenny ‘snapped’ her togs against her glutes and glanced into the ring. “What the hell are you still doing in there, Nick? Get out here where the action is, there’s no telling when I’ll decide to finish this bytch off!”
Castle didn’t much like that idea at all, alas the bout was Falls Count Anywhere as well as No DQ, so he sighed and joined his charges on the floor. Dismissing the official as soon as she confirmed he was following orders, Jacobs stalked over to Treymane, filled both hands with the challenger’s hair and went about dragging her upright or snatching her bald, whichever came first. Turned out to be the former, which was all well and good for the FAWN stylists, but not particularly favorable for the Neo-Noir Knockout.
Still in control of her foe’s locks, Jacobs led her to the guardrail and promptly BWONKED Treymane’s forehead against the heavy steel! ‘Ronnie groaned and her knees sagged but she didn’t go down thanks to a steadying hand on the barricade. Jenny noted the resistance, yanked back on her reins and would’ve put another dent in Veronica’s forehead if she hadn’t pushed back with all her strength. “You really think you can win a brawl with me, Daisy?” Treymane growled without taking her eyes off the encroaching steel.
Jenny smirked as she yanked Veronica’s head back and forth. “What, you don’t think I can? I already handed you your ass in a wrestling match, might as well kick it all over the arena just for NNNGGGGHHH!”
The Dangerous Dame cut Jacobs off with a well placed elbow to the gut. She followed up with another and then two more, the last of which allowed her push away from the barricade. Clamping down on Jenny’s wrists, the challenger turned to her tormentor and growled, “Oh Daisy, I am going to bounce your head off every NNNNNGGGGGGHHH!”
Jenny pushed in close and jammed her knee between Treymane’s thighs with all the spite she could muster. Knees unhinged by the Low Blow, Veronica sagged into Jacobs, wrapping her arms around the NorCarl Sensation in a loose clinch that really only succeeded in giving Jenny another free shot at her crotch. “Oh, I know, I KNOW.” the black-clad blonde cooed in her prey’s ear. “I know how much it hurts to see that big gold belt around my waist. Don’t you worry though, baby. I’ve got some hurts in store that’ll make you forget all about losing the title.”
Treymane whispered a curse and actually succeeded in raking her nails down Jacobs’s back, but Jenny endured it without complaint as she sidled the both of them up against the guardrail. “You might want to cover your ears.” the Innovator teased some of the front row fans as she moved into place behind the gutted gangster. “Unless you like the sound of bawling shrieks, that is. Then you can just lean on in.”
This was met by unanimous jeers, but Jacobs tuned them out as she slung Veronica’s left arm across her shoulders and wrapped an arm around her waist. Free hand braced against the swell of Treymane’s shivering buttocks, Jenny dipped down and powered the bigger blonde up onto her shoulder, only instead of laying out for a Backdrop Suplex she shifted slightly and split ‘Ronnie’s wickets atop the guardrail with an Atomic Drop!
Treymane’s eyes snapped shut and her jaw dropped open, but the Pinstripe Powerhouse produced nothing but a keening squeak. Angered and dismayed by what he saw as the corruption of someone he viewed as one of FAWN’s greatest competitors, Nick Castle closed in on the blondes and said, “All right Jenny, that’s enough of this cheap crap. Get her off the barricade and back in the ring. You’re better than this.”
Jenny, who’d been enjoying the hatred of the fair-weather fans until she’d been so rudely interrupted, turned to the official and snapped, “Haven’t you been paying attention, Nick? I’m the f*cking World Champion, that means I’m better than EVERYONE!”
Spurred by the ref’s tone and the vitriol of the crowd, Jenny grabbed a double handful of her foe’s hair and jerked her into a flurry of half a dozen Headbutts, each jarring blow THWHUNKING between Treymane’s eyes. Drawing back when her own noggin started to ache, Jacobs drew a bead on the reeling challenger and THWHAPPED her under the chin with a European Uppercut that would’ve sent ‘Ronnie into the first row if the champ hadn’t grabbed hold of her suspenders. “How’s that, Nick? Is that how you think the World Champion should wrestle?”
Castle didn’t rise to the bait. “Get her off the barricade, Jenny. You’re not going to win anything with her halfway into the front row.”
Jacobs flashed him a wicked smile and looked at Veronica’s pain-pinched features. “Oh, I don’t know about that. I think she could break at any time.” She put one hand on Treymane’s shoulders, reached down with her other and secured a white-knuckle grip on her rival’s undercarriage. The devastated dame didn’t scream or even sob, she only hunched over to keep a hold of the barricade while tugging at Jenny’s wrist. “Go on, ‘Ronnie.” Jenny cooed to the agonized battler. “Tell our good friend Nick you submit. Give it up and you can have this nasty thing baEEERRGGGGHHH!”
Treymane responded with a Headbutt of her own, an awkward yet effective thing that rocked the champ back on her heels. “Kiss… kiss my ass, Daisy. You’re done taking things from--” THWHACK!
Jenny hopped forward and slathered Veronica’s cheek with a heaping helping of sole food, the Super Kick knocking Treymane back so she was stretched out flat along the narrow steel barrier. “Bytch just doesn’t learn, does she?” Jacobs muttered under her breath. “And neither do you.” she said when Castle caught her eye. “You will though. Everyone’s going to learn.”
“Teach whatever you want, Jen.” Nick sighed. “Just get her--”
“Off the barricade, I heard you the first hundred times.” the Innovator growled. “I’m doing it, just give me a goddamned second.”
With Treymane laid out like Sunday dinner and the ref shutting his trap (at least for the moment) Jenny encountered no hassles as she stomped over to the steps and prized the top half loose from the base. A buzz of concern from the Mayhem crowd as the NorCal Sensation hefted the hollow steel overhead and headed back to her woozy adversary. Nick took a step forward in case the blonde had something crippling on her mind, thankfully JJ set them down so they were parallel to the guardrail with the top step pointing toward Veronica’s head.
Satisfied with her work, Jenny climbed the steps, flattened her right hand into a paddle and CRAAACKED an openhanded slap on the challenger’s tummy. Veronica groaned and sat up, or at least managed to get vertical enough for Jacobs to grab hold of her hair. “That’s right big girl, sit up. We’re not done yet.” Jenny tugged Treymane to a slumped seat, tucked her head beneath one armpit and quickly butterflied her arms with a snug Double Underhook. Fingers locked in a tight S-grip, Jacobs dropped into a low crouch and sloooooooowly powered the Neo-Noir Knockout up and off the barricade.
For a moment Treymane was suspended straight up n’ down and the crowd worried about a Deschain Driver, but then Jenny muscled her even higher and stepped off the edge of the steps to THAWHUMP Veronica flat on her back with an astounding Tiger Driver. The impact damn near folded Treymane in half and Jacobs kept her that way by hooking an arm through her legs and leaning in close against those upturned haunches. In place before he entirely comprehended what’d just happened, Castle went down on all fours and counted off…
TIGER DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=P0Aah1H3leY
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Veronica clapped her thighs against Jenny’s head just hard enough to break free of the champ’s clutches before the fateful ‘THREE’.
Irritated but not frustrated in the slightest, Jacobs pushed the bigger blonde away and got to her feet. The look on Castle’s face told Jenny he wanted them both back in the ring posthaste and the Innovator planned to oblige him soon, just not quite yet. Strutting her way up the steps for the second time in as many minutes, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds raised the J’s for those that stood by her, then fashioned them into birds for those that dared question her choices. The crowd was still going at the top of their lungs when Jenny leapt out into the void and delivered a truncated, albeit still Sensational, Leg Drop across the hollow of her opponent’s throat. Veronica’s own legs kicked up on impact, so Jenny reached out and hooked the nearest, pulling it to her chest in a sort of off-kilter Half Matchbook. Unorthodox or not, Treymane was still stacked on her shoulders and Nick was still close enough to note a quick…
ONE…
TWO…
“OW, BYTCH!” Jacobs tossed the captured gam aside and broke the pin of her own volition to scramble to a safe spot a short distance away. Her motives remained a mystery until the moment she moved her hand away from the back of her thigh to reveal the bright pink crescent of teeth marks that hadn’t been there a few seconds prior. “So we’re biting now, are we?” Jenny growled at the challenger once Treymane made it to one knee. “Knew it wouldn’t take you long to get desperate.”
Veronica flipped hair out of her eyes to better glare at the snarking Innovator. “Desperate? You’re talking to me about desperate? Just how many times have you gone to my trunks already, DaiSSOOOFFFHH!”
Jenny rushed her and went low for a Baseball Slide Dopkick that drove her boots into the bigger blonde’s midsection. Knocked onto her butt and still short of breath in the aftermath of the Leg Drop, Treymane mustered only token resistance when Jacobs snatched her at trunks ‘n tresses and hauled her upright. Barely resisting the urge to toss this garbage onto the losers in the front row, Jenny wheeled around in a half circle and slung Treymane under the bottom rope instead. Jacobs followed her onto the apron quickly enough, but paused there to judge the angles for her next attack.
A short deliberation sent her to the nearest corner, which she mounted in a single quick leap. The crowd urged Treymane to action and for a moment it looked like she might roll clear, but in the end she didn’t have enough energy and the new World Champ was just too damned quick. Leaping off her perch with a casual grace that was the envy of all but the mightiest of mites, Jenny turned herself inside out Shooting Star style, only she over-rotated just enough to land with both knees THWHUMPING down onto her victim’s ribs!
SHOOTING STAR KNEE DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3oG3b1VYW4
Damn near gutted by the gorgeous Double Knee Drop, Veronica’s legs flopped high once again, however Jenny didn’t bother with them as she’d already spun in a quarter circle to plant her glutes flush on the bigger blonde’s forehead. Jeers and protests from all over the FAWN arena as the NorCal Sensation batted her eyes and helped Nick count the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Jenny tumbled onto all fours with an agonized cry no doubt the result of the vile wedgie Treymane used to escape the cover. “That’s it. That’s f*cking IT!” Jacobs barked as soon as she was up and free of the challenger’s grip. At her prey’s feet in a trice, Jenny laid claim to both ankles and stretched Veronica’s stems in a wide ‘V’ before tucking Treymane’s right shin into the pit of her left knee. In the same motion she wedged the Dame’s left leg under her right arm and slipped a hand through the center of the ‘4’ she’d created to better lace her fingers against Treymane’s vulnerable thigh.
Ladder set and ready, Jenny set her feet and dipped into a crouch, both to flip Veronica onto her stomach and to better explain the depths of her peril. “Don’t bother tapping out, ‘Ronnie.” she cooed. “I’m not letting you go until the EMT’s peel me off. Hope you like rooming with Crane in the infirmaAARRRGGGHHHH FAAAAHHHHK!”
Veronica made her pay for the trash talk by burying one hand in the smaller blonde’s hair. Painful though it was, the scalp-straining anguish was only a prologue to the real punishment, a slow, brutally deliberate raaaaaaaake across the champion’s eyes! Forced to abandon Treymane’s legs in order to save her own face, Jacobs stumbled back a couple steps, then let out another keening wail when Veronica THUMPED her crotch with a spiteful Mule Kick. Castle didn’t even chide Veronica for the Low Blow, he’d seen the Spring Break main event along with everyone else and knew a receipt when he saw one. All he said was, “Let’s not make that a habit, ok ‘Ronnie?”
Treymane swept some hair off her face, drew in a deep breath and let it out slow. “Only when the rules allow it, Shamus.” The ref couldn’t argue that, so he stepped back while the challenger closed in on the penitent Innovator. Jenny felt her coming and tried to push Veronica away with one warding hand, but the Neo-Noir Knockout simply swatted it aside and plunged her hands into opposing hair. “I could pound your trunks for the rest of the night and none of these people, not a ONE, would complain for a second.” Treymane muttered to the weakened battler. “But as much as I might enjoy that, I won’t do it. Because that belt you stole is a professional WRESTLING championship, Daisy. And I mean to show these people that I’m the best professional wrestler on the goddamned planet.”
Jenny giggled, a pained, whistling sort of sound. “Best in the world? Bytch please, you’re not even the best wrestler in this OOFFHH!”
Treymane drilled one, two, three Kneelifts into the curve of Jacobs’s forehead, then dragged her to boot-leather and piled on three more shots, these digging deep into the meat of her target’s belly. Breathless and doubled over, Jenny could only gasp as Treymane leaned over her vulnerable back and wrapped both arms around her waist. Hands clasped, she muscled the champ up ‘n over and went down on one knee to THWHUMP Jenny’s lower back against her posted thigh. Jacobs moaned and arched her aching spine as she slowly slid off Treymane’s-- Veronica grabbed hold of her rival’s throat and squeezed, not to strangle, but to better haul both women to their feet. Pressing her other hand between Jenny’s shoulders, the Pinstripe Powerhouse bore down until the NorCal Sensation gurgled and slapped at her shoulders.
“Best in the world, Daisy.” Veronica reminded the flailing grappler. “Get used to it.”
In Jenny’s defense Treymane didn’t give her a whole lot of time to adjust, as she ripped the champ off her feet and once again went down on one knee to THUMP Jacobs’s vertebrae with a second emphatic Backbreaker! Jenny collapsed onto one side, her whole body arched into a taut ‘C’ as she was wracked with shuddering spasms. Treymane observed this with clear satisfaction, though she didn’t take more than a second before she tugged Jacobs onto her back and stretched out across her chest for the…
GUTWRENCH BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSLjJp4Gm4w
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Jenny got a shoulder off the mat, albeit far more gingerly than was her custom. “Back a little sore, I take it?” Veronica put some extra sass on the question, it felt good, no question. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll innovate a whole lot of soothing stretches after you’re done in the ice bath.”
“Thuuuhhh… that’s right, go ahead and run your mouth, slut.” Jenny huffed. “Run it now before all you can do is OOOOFFFHHHHH!”
Treymane knotted both hands into a single fist, raised it overhead and brought it THWHUMPING down on Jacobs’s navel. That put an end to any witty rejoinders from the champ, thus allowing Veronica to enjoy the silence as she hauled Jenny to her feet with a double handful of shoulder straps. Turning the smaller blonde with the ease of a tourist perusing tacky post cards, the Dangerous Dame leaned over and threaded her right arm between Jacobs’s legs. “C’mon Daisy, lets work out those kinks.” Veronica grabbed Jenny’s right wrist for a little extra leverage and pulled her back across those strong shoulders even as gorgeous gangster rose to her full height.
TORTURE RACK @ 1:00
www.youtube.com/watch?v=D8A-6IuVyWM
“AAAAAAAWWWWWWW SSSHHHHHHIIIIITTTT!” Jenny wailed long and loud as Treymane bore down on chin and thigh in an effort to break her in half with the Torture Rack.
Careful to remain in the center of the ring (both to eliminate the chance for potential rope breaks and to better display the mewling coward for her fans) Veronica turned a quarter circle, dipped into a deep crouch and rose up fast enough to jostle the champ’s trapped frame. Then she turned again and repeated the whole process three more times, Treymane making a strong statement for the Torture Rack workout as a viable alternative to Crossfit. Through it all she kept a hand snug over Jacobs’s chin, thus ensuring the squirming blonde couldn’t produce anything more cogent than a whining groan or the occasional muttered curse. Now ‘Ronnie tightened her grip even more as she began to rock in place, up on her tiptoes and back on her heels, the Dangerous Dame nothing but patient in her efforts to demoralize and defeat the woman who’d stolen her Championship.
“Ask her.” Treymane said to Castle following fifteen seconds of this jostling punishment. “Ask her if she still wants to be a cham--” she ended the question halfway through because Jenny shaped her right hand into a talon and reached for the challenger’s face. Treymane grimaced and turned her head away to keep those fingers out of her eyes, but she still hissed when Jacobs snatched a big hank of hair. The challenger tugged down on chin and thigh, earning a snarl from her struggling prey. “Ease off the hair, Daisy. Or you’re not going to like what happens next.” A worrisome threat to be sure, the Innovator was unimpressed however, as she only worked her fingers deeper into Veronica’s long locks. Treymane’s pretty face twisted into an uncharacteristically vengeful snarl. “Fine. If that’s how you want it.”
Jenny twisted her head enough to spit, “Bytch, if you don’t let me go I’ll AAAAARRRRRHHHHHHH FAAAAAAAHHK!”
Though her catfighting skills would never match her abilities in the ring (Lenore regularly submitted her in their penthouse drills, much to Veronica’s irritation) the Dangerous Dame could get savage when the situation called for it, as Jenny discovered when she abandoned the controlling grip on her thigh to bear down on the champion’s trunks! Jacobs’s wail of anguish was almost lost in the roar of the FAWNatics, who heartily endorsed Treymane’s white-knuckled revenge.
Nick Castle made no comment on the tactics one way or another, he did however swing around behind the challenger to better check on the suffering Sensation. “What do you say, Jenny? Need me to call it? Just say the word and I’ll get you out.”
Jacobs shook her head ‘no’ as best she could and kept on reaching for Treymane’s talon, but another hard squeeze forced an anguished sob from her lips. “You lose, punk.” Veronica huffed. “Just admit it before I break you at both AARRGGHH DAMN YOU!”
Utterly galled at the thought of being a One & Done World Champ, Jenny abandoned her efforts to break the claw and doubled down on the taller woman’s hair. Her right hand cupped Treymane’s forehead and reefed her head back, leaving her exposed for the left-handed swipe Jenny raked across her face. The hooks holding her lessened for a heartbeat or two only to bear down that much harder -- cagey bytch must’ve closed her eyes at the last second. “I said let go, f*cker.” Jacobs shifted her clawin’ hand in an attempt to work a pair of fingers into the challenger’s nostrils. “Let me go or I’ll rip your f*cking nose right NNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!”
Veronica rose onto her tiptoes and dropped to her knees to send a near electric jolt up Jenny’s spine with the Backbreaker. Such an impact guaranteed release nine out of ten times, unfortunately for Jacobs she turned out to be the tenth case, as Treymane maintained her grips and clambered back to her feet. “DAISY SAYS SHE WANTS DOWN!” Veronica bellowed to the crowd. “SHOULD I PUT HER DOWN?”
Those assembled suggested that it would be polite to do so, although the nature of Jenny’s return to the canvas was entirely up to the Pinstripe Powerhouse. Veronica’s method revealed itself moments later when she released chin and crotch and deftly flipped the smaller blonde over into a standard Fireman’s Carry. Then she put her put her left hand on the Innovator’s thigh and shoved her up and back, Jenny swinging out behind her tormentor like some battle ravaged banner even as Treymane slapped on a Three Quarters Facelock and laid out on her back to THWHONK Jenny’s face into the mat with a thunderous TKO. Jacobs bounced n’ rolled onto her back, the World Champ looking totally used up as ‘Ronnie hooked the near leg and rolled into a Back Press that pointed Jenny’s tush at the lights for…
TKO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=41DIuxNXKZs
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Love it or loathe it, Jacobs’s change in outlook hadn’t weakened her resilience in the slightest, as she lifted a shoulder off the mat a whisper shy of ‘THREE!’ Veronica sat up, sighed and raked a hand through her hair, considering her options. After a moment’s deliberation she spin around on one knee and sank her hands into the other blonde’s hair. Jenny, who’d rolled onto her belly in the wake of the near fall, grabbed at the challenger’s wrists and demanded, “Get your hairy sasquatch hands out of my hair, asshoNNNNGGGRRRRRHHHHHH!”
Veronica yanked back on the champ’s hair, then BWONKED her forehead against the canvas and set about trying to scrub Jenny’s face clean off! Such abuse earned an immediate warning and count from the ref in a normal match, tonight however, Castle only cleared his throat and said, “Try not to bloody up the mat, ok, ‘Ronnie? The ring crew always gets on my ass about stuff like that.”
The Dangerous Dame shifted slightly, put a knee in the small of Jenny’s back and pulled her head up to inspect the damage. “Flushed, but no blood. Not even a little.” Veronica noted. “We still good, Shamus?”
Nick rolled his eyes and spun two fingers in a ‘get on with it’ gesture. “Can’t really stop you now, can I?”
“Hear that, Daisy?” Veronica cooed. “He can’t stop me. And neither can you.”
Wounded and winded, Jacobs braced and elbow against the mat and reached back with her other hand in search of the challenger’s wrists. “I beat you once, bytch. I can do it--”
BWONK!
‘Ronnie bounced her noggin on the mat a second time but she didn’t resume the face-erasing. Rather she leaned forward and pressed down on the back of Jenny’s skull until the pressure had her squirming and kicking her feet. “We were playing by different rules at Spring Break, sweetheart. Now that I know what we’re playing I’m going to kick your ass over every inch of this ring.”
Seeing as how there was still a great deal of ground to cover, Treymane spun off her mount, wrapped the smaller blonde in a Front Facelock and hauled her to boot leather. She broke the Facelock once they were vertical to slip around on Jacobs’s left side, where she grabbed hold of the Californian’s wrist and forced it between her thighs. Careful to shift control of the limb from left hand to right, Veronica reached over with her left arm, hooked it beneath Jenny’s right bicep and wrenched it back at a sharp angle. Jacobs, who used the Pumphandle to set up a number of maneuvers in her own arsenal, grimaced and shook her head ‘no’.
“Don’t even think about it, Treymane. Do this and I promise you’ll WHOAAAAHHH AAAAAWWWWWW FAAAAHK!”
The Neo-Noir Knockout flipped / lifted her burden up so that Jenny’s navel was just about level with Veronica’s chin. Then she went down on one knee and THHWUNKED those beleagured vertebrae with a huge Backbreaker. Left prone and shivering following the Journey Into Fear, the NorCal Sensation dug into her reserves and managed to flop onto her stomach.
JOURNEY INTO FEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c6f8McooaCY
Regret proved sharp and immediate as Treymane climbed aboard, grabbed her biceps and tugged them back across her thighs in search of a match-ending Camel Clutch. “Keep an eye on her, Nick.” Treymane told the ref after her fingers were laced beneath the smaller woman’s chin. “I don’t think she’s going to last much longer.” Jenny growled, twisted her head and rolled her shoulders, anything to help her escape the challenger’s grip. Veronica wasn’t having it though, she only reefed back a little harder and settled that much more weight into the hollow of her foe’s back.
“How are you doing, Jenny?” Castle asked. The increasingly unnatural angle of the Innovator’s spine worried him a great deal. “Hanging in there?”
“I’m fine.” Jenny answered through clenched teeth. “Bytch doesn’t have what it takes to EEEERRRRRRHHHH FAAAAAAAAHK!”
The Dangerous Dame grabbed hold of the smaller blonde’s nose and tried to twist it off her face! When it wouldn’t budge she fashioned that hand into a claw and raked it across her victim’s eyes no less than half a dozen times. “Doesn’t have what it takes to do what, Daisy?” Veronica taunted. “Put your cheating ass in the hospital for a month? Maybe not, but I can make damn sure you’re not doing photo shoots anytime soon!” To make matters worse Treymane slipped two fingers on each hand into the sides of Jacobs’s mouth and peeled her lips back in a ghastly smile.
The No DQ stipulation meant Nick was powerless to interfere with the mauling, so he repeated his previous question with a little more urgency. Jenny offered nothing but a gurgled moan, understandable as Treymane twisted her features like taffy. The words were indecipherable, but her right hand stopped fluttering and went paddle steady, an ‘I Quit’ tell if ever there was one. Veronica noted this change and grinned. “That’s right Daisy, let’s trade. My belt for your faceNNNGGHHH!”
Jacobs finally slipped that arm off of her tormentor’s thigh and promptly helped herself to a pincer grip on Treymane’s lower lip. A savage twist made Veronica’s eyes water, yet the Pinstripe Powerhouse wasn’t about to relinquish her mount without a proper fare thee well. To that end she pulled one hand out of Jacobs’s mouth and curled it into a fist, all the better to pound it into the other blonde’s cheek half a dozen times. Jenny’s resistance quickly loosened to the point where Treymane pulled loose, but the challenger didn’t stand up until she’d THWHONKED the NorCal Sensation’s mauled mug into the thinly-padded plywood.
Vengefully resplendent above the thieving champion, Veronica wiped a forearm across her face and huffed, “That’s enough of your shyt, Daisy. Time to cut you down once and for all.” With that she spun around, grabbed Jenny by the nape of the neck and hauled her up into a Double Under-- Jacobs crumpled to one knee, put her hands on Veronica’s belly and gave her a shove. It was a weak effort really, only rocking Veronica back a step or two, yet it still gave Jenny enough time to wind up for a huge Uppercut aimed between Treymane’s thighs NO!
Veronica caught her by the wrist and squeeeeeeeeezed until Jenny yelped in pain. “Should’ve known you‘d go for the trunks in the end, you cheap bytch. So tell me, what do you do when you take that last shot and miSSSSSNNNNNNNGGGHHH!”
The FAWNatics were so focused on Jacobs’s impending comeuppance that they didn’t notice the pair of brunettes until they’d dove under the bottom rope and by then it was far too late to warn the challenger. A few steps ahead of her partner, Lyssa Zahn leapt from a distance and THWHACKED Veronica in the side of the head with a Superman Punch that dropped her to one knee.
“HEY!” Nick was on his feet in an instant, but still not fully aware of the invasion. “What the hell are you doing, Lyssa? Get out of here before--”
Leah Montoya grabbed the poor dope by the collar and spun him around so hard he almost lost his balance. “Enough of that nonsense, law dog.” the Lone Wolf purred. “We all know you’re just here to count the pin or note a submission. How these two ladies get there, well, that’s entirely out of your hands.” Nick shook his head ‘no’ and tried to step around only to have the Texan push him back. “I’m warning you, Castle. We just need A referee to finish this fight. Nothing says it has to be you.”
“This isn’t right, Leah.” the ref barked. “It’s not right and you know it!”
“Right’s got nothing to do with it, stripes.” Lyssa called as she scraped the Neo-Noir Knockout off the mat. “This is about teaching a meddling idiot what happens when she f*cks up our plans.”
“Hhhuuuhhh… rrrggghhh… oh, you bytch.” Treymane muttered. “I’m going to make you pay for OOOOOHHHH FAAAAAHHHHK!”
The Social Media Superstar drilled a knee between the challenger’s legs and quickly stuffed Veronica’s bowed head under her left arm. “Sorry dweeb, that’s my line. It’s what I was going to say to you after you kept Suguitan off my Wall of Shame. But since you’ve already spoiled it…” Lyssa slipped her arms beneath Veronica’s biceps, locked her hands and muscled the big blonde to 11 o’clock, where she laid out on her back and THWHONKED ‘Ronnie’s head and shoulders into the mat.
INSTA-SLAM @ 5:20
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Klq9pkQ__sE
Starfished and glassy eyed in the wake of the Insta-Slam, Treymane couldn’t muster the energy to turn away as Zahn leaned in close. “Not gonna take your picture tonight, f*cker. I’m gonna get you and Suguitan at the same time.” She slapped Treymane across the face, sprang to her feet and looked around the ring. “Who’s next? Leah? Champ? You want yours?”
Jenny got to her feet with the look of a woman who can’t quite believe her own good fortune. Sizing up Treymane with a wicked smile, she turned her attention to Leah and said, “You as good with a Big Boot as Autumn says you are?”
Montoya frowned at the mention of her archrival. “A helluva lot better, no doubt. Why?”
The NorCal Sensation worked a hand into Treymane’s hair, hauled her up and made a show of pulling her into place for a Jenny-Cide. Turning to she faced the Dark Star and said, “I think you know why.”
Leah drew a bead on the back of Veronica’s skull and smiled. “Yeah, I think I do, darlin’.”
Nick did too and he tried to interject, but Zahn stuffed him into the nearest corner and cooed, “You know the rules, Castle. Don’t make me report you to Rate-a-Ref again.”
Free from any more distractions (save for the jeering crowd and they didn’t actually count), Montoya backed into the ropes and came out at a full gallop. Picking up speed until the bitter end, she flicked her right leg up and THWHACKED a Big Boot against the back of Treymane’s head just as Jenny launched herself into a gorgeous flip that wrenched Veronica off her feet and THAWHAMMED her against the canvas. Considerably more confident now that she had a second AND a third backing her up, Jenny swung a leg over the challenger’s chest and planted her ass firm atop the Dangerous Dame’s insensate mug. She didn’t bother to hook the leg or even press her hands to Treymane’s chest, instead she leaned back and offered the jeering through a pair of J’s.
Finally free of Lyssa, Nick stalked out of the corner and glared daggers at the preening champion. “This is a mockery, Jenny.” Jacobs smirked and flexed her glutes. “I don’t know, feels pretty legit to me. Now count.” Shaking his head in disgust, the senior official went to one knee and slapped the mat….
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Castle threw a weary signal to the Timekeeper who clanged the bell immediately thereafter. Then it was an equally disheartened Announcer who confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… Jenny Jacobs!”
The crowd let all three women have it with both barrels, not that any of them paid the noise the slightest bit of attention. Smug in her perch atop Veronica’s nose, Jenny gave the cheated challenger’s breasts a rough squeeze, then crooked both hands into claws and raaaaaaaaaked Treymane from navel to sternum. “Enough, Jenny.” Castle snapped. “Get off her.”
The NorCal Sensation only waggled her hips a little harder. “Bring me my belt and I’ll consider it.” she countered.
The ref sighed and went off to fetch her trophy.
Quite pleased with how their little hack turned out, Lyssa nudged Leah in the ribs. “See? This was fun! Didn’t I tell you it would be fun?”
Leah nodded. “Yeah. I’m just surprised Suguitan didn’t show. I was counting on that little bytch trying to rush in for the save.”
Castle returned with the belt, which Jenny snatched without a word. Pushing off Treymane’s mug with a little flourish, she slung the belt over one shoulder and noted, “Suguitan’s at the infirmary having her knee iced, last time I checked. She couldn’t have come down even if she’d wanted to.” Jenny looked at the destruction they’d wrought then added, “Not that she’d be in any rush to get some of this. Alexis is a lot less bold now that she doesn’t have the Associates backing her play.”
Montoya snorted in disgust, Zahn rolled her eyes, then went to put a foot on Treymane’s chest before drawing back. “Do you mind?” she asked the champ.
Jacobs stepped away and swept a hand over the helpless blonde. “By all means.”
The Social Media Superstar moved in and dropped to one knee, the full weight of her bent shin pressing against Veronica’s neck. Helping herself to a handful of hair, she pulled nice and hard until the former champ’s eyes fluttered open. “You took something from me tonight, “Took something from me tonight, F*ckface. So I took something from you.”
Battered and barely awake, Treymane still reached for Zahn’s neck.
Lyssa let her, she was in control whether the blonde wanted to admit it or not. “Yeah, I know, I know, blah, blah, Daisy something, blah, blah, Daisy, outdated gangster trope bullshyt. Heard it before, not impressed. You want revenge? Well so do I. Go clean yourself up, then come and take your shot. Fair warning, miss and I’ll put this pretty little face (she tapped the tip of Veronica’s nose) all over my Wall of Shame.” With that she pushed off, raised a foot and drove a spiteful stomp into the blonde’s tits.
Jenny observed this with a satisfied smile, she discovered she enjoyed watching Veronica suffer. “Like your style, ladies. The assist was unexpected, but not unwelcome. Ever need a favor, just say the word.” Leah and Lyssa both nodded, but it was the latter who spoke. “Thanks, always good to have friends in high places. And should you ever require our services again, here’s my card.” Zahn reached into her back pocket, then shifted her weight and drove another hard stomp into the challenger’s chest. That got a smile from Montoya and Jacobs, arguably the only two in the building at the moment. “Stepped in something, Gizmo.” the Texan told her partner in crime. “Let’s go wash that up so the champ can take her victory lap in peace.” Lyssa smirked, tipped Jenny a salute, then sauntered after Leah, the Black Hats exiting almost as quickly as they appeared. Alone with her gold and defeated Dame, Jenny planted a boot of her own on Treymane’s tummy and hoisted the belt in both hands. She didn’t say a word, choosing instead to let the pose speak volumes as Mayhem slowly faded to black.
VERONICA TREYMANE:
A grayscale flood swept away the Technicolor in an instant and the Treymane Gang greeted the now former World Champion with every bit of energy they could muster Accompanied by Social Distortion’s ‘Machine Gun Blues’ the Pinstripe Powerhouse stormed through the curtain at top speed, but forced herself to stop a few steps down the ramp. Opening her trench coat with an angry flourish, Treymane raised the replica Thompson and growled, “Stole something from me last month, Daisy. Now it’s time I got it back.” She pulled the trigger and swept a blistering line of pyro across the aisle, Treymane halting the firefight only when the Thompson clicked empty. Letting it hang at her side in the aftermath, she resumed her march to the ring.
For the task of reclaiming her title, the Neo-Noir Knockout wore the midnight blue version 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. Taking a moment to slap hands with fans at ringside, ‘Ronnie handed the Thompson off to a FAWN tech, then doffed coat and hat before sliding under the bottom rope. Quick to claim the middle of the ring as her own, Treymane didn’t exactly ignore Nick Castle as he checked on her pads and boots, but she sure as hell didn’t take her eyes off the stage either.
She didn’t have to wait long. Social Distortion was still fading when the Announcer called, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Antonio Bay, California, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred twenty seven pounds. She is the Innovator of Offense, the NorCal Sensation, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds and the current reigning and defending FAWN World Champion… JENNY JACOBS!"
JENNY JACOBS:
This was greeted with the most vociferous of boos, a reaction that would’ve surely astounded any viewer who missed the last couple months of action. The newly forged disgust glowed even brighter as ‘Invincible’ played the new World Champ into view for her inaugural defense. For the first time in a long time, Jenny pushed through the curtain at a walk instead of a flat out run. Could’ve been her new attitude, could have been the ten pounds of leather and gold around her waist. Whatever the reason, Jacobs took her time reaching center stage, but once there she undid the fed’s top prize and raised it one handed. The other she curled into her signature ‘J’ which almost immediately transformed into a middle finger pointed in the challenger’s direction. “Mine now, ‘Ronnie.” Jenny told her opponent. “After tonight you’ll never be this close again.”
There was no way for Treymane to hear her at that distance, yet the other blonde still took a step toward the ropes, so Jenny dropped the belt to her shoulder and headed for the ring. For the first of what would no doubt prove a record-setting World Title reign, 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.
Teasing the dismayed losers on the aisle with her shiny new toy, Jacobs made quick work of the aisle, then broke into a run and dove under the bottom rope. On her feet in an instant, the champ went straight for Veronica only to spin around at the last second and claim the nearest corner instead!
Veronica cursed and started forward, but Castle interposed himself between her and the Innovator. “You’ll get your shot soon enough. Go to your corner, ‘Ronnie.”
“Yeah, go to your corner and wait.” Jenny smirked from her perch. “Someone will be along to whoop your ass shortly.”
Treymane said nothing, only backed into the corner without taking her eyes from the new champ. Once the distance was safe, Jacobs hopped down and let the ref check her pads and boots, though she didn’t let him take the belt from her possession until the absolute last second.
Though still furious over the events of Spring Break, Veronica discovered she was remarkably nonplussed in the role of challenger. In fact she found the idea of reclaiming her stolen gold from a gutless coward even more satisfying than defending that same gold from a far more deserving challenger. That explained why she tore out of her corner in a flat out run the instant the Timekeeper CLANGED the bell. Jenny had expected a fast start from the lumbering blonde ass-hat, but the sheer velocity of Treymane’s approach froze her in place until the absolute last second, when some screaming survival instinct sent her diving through the ropes to the flo--
“OOOOWWWW! LEGGO BYTCH!” Jenny shouted as Veronica reached after her through the ropes and caught a huge hank of hair! The Dangerous Dame did no such thing of course, the No DQ stipulation was Jenny’s idea after all and she meant to exploit it to the fullest. Snugged against the strands by Jacobs’s foiled escape, Treymane leaned over as far as she could and doubled down on the hair grip. “Where do you think you’re going, Daisy?” she growled. “That fight you wanted so bad is in here!”
The Innovator cursed and gouged her nails into the other blonde’s wrists, but Treymane endured the sting and burn long enough to gather her reserves and hoist her burden from the floor to the apron with a single savage yank! Hooking an arm around the champ’s neck as soon as her boots touched down, Veronica threaded both of the Californian’s arms over the top rope, then grabbed her shoulders and THWHUMPED an ugly Headbutt into the nape of her foe’s neck. Jacobs’s legs sagged at once, but the support of the rubber-coated steel kept her from tumbling one way or another. Noting the smaller blonde’s slumped posture, Treymane curled one hand over Jenny’s chin and tugged her head back to better murmur in her ear.
“I’m going to put my boot through your trunks tonight, Jacobs.” she threatened. “But only AFTER I’ve beaten you into whimpering, pleading, rubble.”
“Guuurrrrr….go f*ck yourself, ‘Ronnie. I used you up last time, tonight’s no diffNNNNNGGGGGHH!”
Treymane brought her forearm down atop Jenny’s chest with a heavy overhand blow, then pulled that same arm back and THWHAPPED a Forearm Smash against Jacobs’s shoulders. With no meddlesome count to disrupt her pace, ‘Ronnie alternated between the Overhand Smashes and the Forearm Shivers, landing a healthy half dozen of both before she finished up with a rude slap upside Jenny’s head. Rolling her shoulders while Jacobs tried to steady her ringing nerves, Treymane noted, “The only thing you did at Spring Break was prove to the world that you’ll do whatever it takes to wear the World Title, even if it means exposing yourself as a desperate HHHRRRRGK!”
JJ curled her right arm around the back of Treymane’s head and stepped forward off the apron to ‘twang’ the taller woman’s throat against the top rope! Treymane gagged and stumbled back awkwardly, the former champ collapsing to one knee in the aftermath of her foe’s Hot Shot.
Not about to waste a golden opportunity against the bumbling TCM cosplayer, Jacobs hopped back to the apron, grabbed hold of the top rope and leapt onto it in a beautiful Springboard. The FAWNatics warned Veronica of the encroachment, urging the former champ to remove herself from Jenny’s flight path. A good plan certainly, yet Treymane had something more offensive in mind, as Jacobs and the crowd discovered when she charged forward and DRILLED a Haymaker against the side of Jenny’s skull!
Knees gone soft and sludgy after the big right hand, the NorCal Sensation lost her balance and tumbled backward, though she managed to hook an arm over the strands and thus land on the apron instead of the thinly-padded arena floor. A silver lining perhaps, alas it was attached to a raging thunderhead, one that took the form of Treymane’s boot after she spun through a tight circle and hopped off her plant foot. THWHACK! The Chicago Lightning struck Jacobs full in the face and sent her toppling from apron to floor, Jenny twisting in mid-descent to BWANG against the steel barricade in an ugly chest-first landing.
CHICAGO LIGHTNING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQ5ogzccy1k
Energized by the wreckage of this witch that’d ended her first reign with FAWN’s biggest prize, the Neo-Noir Knockout stalked back and forth along the ropes, then grabbed on and boosted herself to the middle strand. “GET UP AND SLITHER YOUR BONY ASS BACK IN HERE, DAISY!” she bellowed to the delight of the Orlando faithful. “IF I HAVE TO COME GET YA YOU’RE NOT GOING TO LIKE IT!”
Jacobs didn’t much care for the situation as it stood thank you very much, so she made it a point to ignore the challenger until she’d wrapped a hand around the guardrail and slooooooowly hauled herself to verticality. “Think you’re forgetting something, cupcake.” Jenny taunted. “I’m the champion, YOU’RE the challenger. You wanna take MY title? You’re gonna have to come to--”
‘Me’ remained unsaid as Treymane slid through the ropes and went straight for the NorCal Sensation. Jacobs anticipated just such a reaction and so she did what any valiant fighting World Champion would do… she turned tail and got the hell out of there.
Veronica didn’t mind though, she took off after the retreating blonde with every intent of running her to ground. The jeers following Jenny’s act of cowardice (or self-preservation if you were still a devout Jacobite) blossomed into delighted cheers as the throng saw Veronica closing the distance a step at a time. Jacobs didn’t bother to look back, she knew damned well Treymane might snatch hold of her hair at any moment.
Nerves still icy even with the challenger breathing down her neck, Jenny rounded a corner and kicked on the afterburners to put a little distance between herself and the Pinstripe Powerhouse. Closing fast on the steel ring steps, Jacobs poured on a little more speed, then took to the skies in a leap that saw her knees pulled up just beneath her chin. The acrobatics earned grudging applause from the crowd but it was what came next that reminded them all why she was called the Innovator of Offense. Landing in a nimble crouch, Jacobs made a quarter turn and lashed out with a low Super Kick that BWAAANGED against the broad side of the corrugated steel which in turn drove them into Veronica’s shins as she tried to make her own jump!
Transformed from righteous avenger to dropped rock in a single stroke, Treymane tumbled to the floor where she landed flat on her face, chest and belly with a resounding THWHAP! Sucking wind after that gawdawful landing, Veronica struggled to one knee and set about regaining her “UUUUNNNNNGGGGHHH!” Jenny charged the penitent battler with the look of a woman going for a Shining Wizard, but when she left her feet the NorCal Sensation twisted around and drove her backside into square into Treymane’s face. The ahem, Shining Ass, knocked Veronica sprawling, the formerly domineering beauty looking quite vulnerable stretched out beside the apron and just below those off-kilter steps.
SHINING ASS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8s_qfD8MW88
Feeling all sorts of confident after admiring that view, Jenny ‘snapped’ her togs against her glutes and glanced into the ring. “What the hell are you still doing in there, Nick? Get out here where the action is, there’s no telling when I’ll decide to finish this bytch off!”
Castle didn’t much like that idea at all, alas the bout was Falls Count Anywhere as well as No DQ, so he sighed and joined his charges on the floor. Dismissing the official as soon as she confirmed he was following orders, Jacobs stalked over to Treymane, filled both hands with the challenger’s hair and went about dragging her upright or snatching her bald, whichever came first. Turned out to be the former, which was all well and good for the FAWN stylists, but not particularly favorable for the Neo-Noir Knockout.
Still in control of her foe’s locks, Jacobs led her to the guardrail and promptly BWONKED Treymane’s forehead against the heavy steel! ‘Ronnie groaned and her knees sagged but she didn’t go down thanks to a steadying hand on the barricade. Jenny noted the resistance, yanked back on her reins and would’ve put another dent in Veronica’s forehead if she hadn’t pushed back with all her strength. “You really think you can win a brawl with me, Daisy?” Treymane growled without taking her eyes off the encroaching steel.
Jenny smirked as she yanked Veronica’s head back and forth. “What, you don’t think I can? I already handed you your ass in a wrestling match, might as well kick it all over the arena just for NNNGGGGHHH!”
The Dangerous Dame cut Jacobs off with a well placed elbow to the gut. She followed up with another and then two more, the last of which allowed her push away from the barricade. Clamping down on Jenny’s wrists, the challenger turned to her tormentor and growled, “Oh Daisy, I am going to bounce your head off every NNNNNGGGGGGHHH!”
Jenny pushed in close and jammed her knee between Treymane’s thighs with all the spite she could muster. Knees unhinged by the Low Blow, Veronica sagged into Jacobs, wrapping her arms around the NorCarl Sensation in a loose clinch that really only succeeded in giving Jenny another free shot at her crotch. “Oh, I know, I KNOW.” the black-clad blonde cooed in her prey’s ear. “I know how much it hurts to see that big gold belt around my waist. Don’t you worry though, baby. I’ve got some hurts in store that’ll make you forget all about losing the title.”
Treymane whispered a curse and actually succeeded in raking her nails down Jacobs’s back, but Jenny endured it without complaint as she sidled the both of them up against the guardrail. “You might want to cover your ears.” the Innovator teased some of the front row fans as she moved into place behind the gutted gangster. “Unless you like the sound of bawling shrieks, that is. Then you can just lean on in.”
This was met by unanimous jeers, but Jacobs tuned them out as she slung Veronica’s left arm across her shoulders and wrapped an arm around her waist. Free hand braced against the swell of Treymane’s shivering buttocks, Jenny dipped down and powered the bigger blonde up onto her shoulder, only instead of laying out for a Backdrop Suplex she shifted slightly and split ‘Ronnie’s wickets atop the guardrail with an Atomic Drop!
Treymane’s eyes snapped shut and her jaw dropped open, but the Pinstripe Powerhouse produced nothing but a keening squeak. Angered and dismayed by what he saw as the corruption of someone he viewed as one of FAWN’s greatest competitors, Nick Castle closed in on the blondes and said, “All right Jenny, that’s enough of this cheap crap. Get her off the barricade and back in the ring. You’re better than this.”
Jenny, who’d been enjoying the hatred of the fair-weather fans until she’d been so rudely interrupted, turned to the official and snapped, “Haven’t you been paying attention, Nick? I’m the f*cking World Champion, that means I’m better than EVERYONE!”
Spurred by the ref’s tone and the vitriol of the crowd, Jenny grabbed a double handful of her foe’s hair and jerked her into a flurry of half a dozen Headbutts, each jarring blow THWHUNKING between Treymane’s eyes. Drawing back when her own noggin started to ache, Jacobs drew a bead on the reeling challenger and THWHAPPED her under the chin with a European Uppercut that would’ve sent ‘Ronnie into the first row if the champ hadn’t grabbed hold of her suspenders. “How’s that, Nick? Is that how you think the World Champion should wrestle?”
Castle didn’t rise to the bait. “Get her off the barricade, Jenny. You’re not going to win anything with her halfway into the front row.”
Jacobs flashed him a wicked smile and looked at Veronica’s pain-pinched features. “Oh, I don’t know about that. I think she could break at any time.” She put one hand on Treymane’s shoulders, reached down with her other and secured a white-knuckle grip on her rival’s undercarriage. The devastated dame didn’t scream or even sob, she only hunched over to keep a hold of the barricade while tugging at Jenny’s wrist. “Go on, ‘Ronnie.” Jenny cooed to the agonized battler. “Tell our good friend Nick you submit. Give it up and you can have this nasty thing baEEERRGGGGHHH!”
Treymane responded with a Headbutt of her own, an awkward yet effective thing that rocked the champ back on her heels. “Kiss… kiss my ass, Daisy. You’re done taking things from--” THWHACK!
Jenny hopped forward and slathered Veronica’s cheek with a heaping helping of sole food, the Super Kick knocking Treymane back so she was stretched out flat along the narrow steel barrier. “Bytch just doesn’t learn, does she?” Jacobs muttered under her breath. “And neither do you.” she said when Castle caught her eye. “You will though. Everyone’s going to learn.”
“Teach whatever you want, Jen.” Nick sighed. “Just get her--”
“Off the barricade, I heard you the first hundred times.” the Innovator growled. “I’m doing it, just give me a goddamned second.”
With Treymane laid out like Sunday dinner and the ref shutting his trap (at least for the moment) Jenny encountered no hassles as she stomped over to the steps and prized the top half loose from the base. A buzz of concern from the Mayhem crowd as the NorCal Sensation hefted the hollow steel overhead and headed back to her woozy adversary. Nick took a step forward in case the blonde had something crippling on her mind, thankfully JJ set them down so they were parallel to the guardrail with the top step pointing toward Veronica’s head.
Satisfied with her work, Jenny climbed the steps, flattened her right hand into a paddle and CRAAACKED an openhanded slap on the challenger’s tummy. Veronica groaned and sat up, or at least managed to get vertical enough for Jacobs to grab hold of her hair. “That’s right big girl, sit up. We’re not done yet.” Jenny tugged Treymane to a slumped seat, tucked her head beneath one armpit and quickly butterflied her arms with a snug Double Underhook. Fingers locked in a tight S-grip, Jacobs dropped into a low crouch and sloooooooowly powered the Neo-Noir Knockout up and off the barricade.
For a moment Treymane was suspended straight up n’ down and the crowd worried about a Deschain Driver, but then Jenny muscled her even higher and stepped off the edge of the steps to THAWHUMP Veronica flat on her back with an astounding Tiger Driver. The impact damn near folded Treymane in half and Jacobs kept her that way by hooking an arm through her legs and leaning in close against those upturned haunches. In place before he entirely comprehended what’d just happened, Castle went down on all fours and counted off…
TIGER DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=P0Aah1H3leY
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Veronica clapped her thighs against Jenny’s head just hard enough to break free of the champ’s clutches before the fateful ‘THREE’.
Irritated but not frustrated in the slightest, Jacobs pushed the bigger blonde away and got to her feet. The look on Castle’s face told Jenny he wanted them both back in the ring posthaste and the Innovator planned to oblige him soon, just not quite yet. Strutting her way up the steps for the second time in as many minutes, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds raised the J’s for those that stood by her, then fashioned them into birds for those that dared question her choices. The crowd was still going at the top of their lungs when Jenny leapt out into the void and delivered a truncated, albeit still Sensational, Leg Drop across the hollow of her opponent’s throat. Veronica’s own legs kicked up on impact, so Jenny reached out and hooked the nearest, pulling it to her chest in a sort of off-kilter Half Matchbook. Unorthodox or not, Treymane was still stacked on her shoulders and Nick was still close enough to note a quick…
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TWO…
“OW, BYTCH!” Jacobs tossed the captured gam aside and broke the pin of her own volition to scramble to a safe spot a short distance away. Her motives remained a mystery until the moment she moved her hand away from the back of her thigh to reveal the bright pink crescent of teeth marks that hadn’t been there a few seconds prior. “So we’re biting now, are we?” Jenny growled at the challenger once Treymane made it to one knee. “Knew it wouldn’t take you long to get desperate.”
Veronica flipped hair out of her eyes to better glare at the snarking Innovator. “Desperate? You’re talking to me about desperate? Just how many times have you gone to my trunks already, DaiSSOOOFFFHH!”
Jenny rushed her and went low for a Baseball Slide Dopkick that drove her boots into the bigger blonde’s midsection. Knocked onto her butt and still short of breath in the aftermath of the Leg Drop, Treymane mustered only token resistance when Jacobs snatched her at trunks ‘n tresses and hauled her upright. Barely resisting the urge to toss this garbage onto the losers in the front row, Jenny wheeled around in a half circle and slung Treymane under the bottom rope instead. Jacobs followed her onto the apron quickly enough, but paused there to judge the angles for her next attack.
A short deliberation sent her to the nearest corner, which she mounted in a single quick leap. The crowd urged Treymane to action and for a moment it looked like she might roll clear, but in the end she didn’t have enough energy and the new World Champ was just too damned quick. Leaping off her perch with a casual grace that was the envy of all but the mightiest of mites, Jenny turned herself inside out Shooting Star style, only she over-rotated just enough to land with both knees THWHUMPING down onto her victim’s ribs!
SHOOTING STAR KNEE DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3oG3b1VYW4
Damn near gutted by the gorgeous Double Knee Drop, Veronica’s legs flopped high once again, however Jenny didn’t bother with them as she’d already spun in a quarter circle to plant her glutes flush on the bigger blonde’s forehead. Jeers and protests from all over the FAWN arena as the NorCal Sensation batted her eyes and helped Nick count the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Jenny tumbled onto all fours with an agonized cry no doubt the result of the vile wedgie Treymane used to escape the cover. “That’s it. That’s f*cking IT!” Jacobs barked as soon as she was up and free of the challenger’s grip. At her prey’s feet in a trice, Jenny laid claim to both ankles and stretched Veronica’s stems in a wide ‘V’ before tucking Treymane’s right shin into the pit of her left knee. In the same motion she wedged the Dame’s left leg under her right arm and slipped a hand through the center of the ‘4’ she’d created to better lace her fingers against Treymane’s vulnerable thigh.
Ladder set and ready, Jenny set her feet and dipped into a crouch, both to flip Veronica onto her stomach and to better explain the depths of her peril. “Don’t bother tapping out, ‘Ronnie.” she cooed. “I’m not letting you go until the EMT’s peel me off. Hope you like rooming with Crane in the infirmaAARRRGGGHHHH FAAAAHHHHK!”
Veronica made her pay for the trash talk by burying one hand in the smaller blonde’s hair. Painful though it was, the scalp-straining anguish was only a prologue to the real punishment, a slow, brutally deliberate raaaaaaaake across the champion’s eyes! Forced to abandon Treymane’s legs in order to save her own face, Jacobs stumbled back a couple steps, then let out another keening wail when Veronica THUMPED her crotch with a spiteful Mule Kick. Castle didn’t even chide Veronica for the Low Blow, he’d seen the Spring Break main event along with everyone else and knew a receipt when he saw one. All he said was, “Let’s not make that a habit, ok ‘Ronnie?”
Treymane swept some hair off her face, drew in a deep breath and let it out slow. “Only when the rules allow it, Shamus.” The ref couldn’t argue that, so he stepped back while the challenger closed in on the penitent Innovator. Jenny felt her coming and tried to push Veronica away with one warding hand, but the Neo-Noir Knockout simply swatted it aside and plunged her hands into opposing hair. “I could pound your trunks for the rest of the night and none of these people, not a ONE, would complain for a second.” Treymane muttered to the weakened battler. “But as much as I might enjoy that, I won’t do it. Because that belt you stole is a professional WRESTLING championship, Daisy. And I mean to show these people that I’m the best professional wrestler on the goddamned planet.”
Jenny giggled, a pained, whistling sort of sound. “Best in the world? Bytch please, you’re not even the best wrestler in this OOFFHH!”
Treymane drilled one, two, three Kneelifts into the curve of Jacobs’s forehead, then dragged her to boot-leather and piled on three more shots, these digging deep into the meat of her target’s belly. Breathless and doubled over, Jenny could only gasp as Treymane leaned over her vulnerable back and wrapped both arms around her waist. Hands clasped, she muscled the champ up ‘n over and went down on one knee to THWHUMP Jenny’s lower back against her posted thigh. Jacobs moaned and arched her aching spine as she slowly slid off Treymane’s-- Veronica grabbed hold of her rival’s throat and squeezed, not to strangle, but to better haul both women to their feet. Pressing her other hand between Jenny’s shoulders, the Pinstripe Powerhouse bore down until the NorCal Sensation gurgled and slapped at her shoulders.
“Best in the world, Daisy.” Veronica reminded the flailing grappler. “Get used to it.”
In Jenny’s defense Treymane didn’t give her a whole lot of time to adjust, as she ripped the champ off her feet and once again went down on one knee to THUMP Jacobs’s vertebrae with a second emphatic Backbreaker! Jenny collapsed onto one side, her whole body arched into a taut ‘C’ as she was wracked with shuddering spasms. Treymane observed this with clear satisfaction, though she didn’t take more than a second before she tugged Jacobs onto her back and stretched out across her chest for the…
GUTWRENCH BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSLjJp4Gm4w
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Jenny got a shoulder off the mat, albeit far more gingerly than was her custom. “Back a little sore, I take it?” Veronica put some extra sass on the question, it felt good, no question. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll innovate a whole lot of soothing stretches after you’re done in the ice bath.”
“Thuuuhhh… that’s right, go ahead and run your mouth, slut.” Jenny huffed. “Run it now before all you can do is OOOOFFFHHHHH!”
Treymane knotted both hands into a single fist, raised it overhead and brought it THWHUMPING down on Jacobs’s navel. That put an end to any witty rejoinders from the champ, thus allowing Veronica to enjoy the silence as she hauled Jenny to her feet with a double handful of shoulder straps. Turning the smaller blonde with the ease of a tourist perusing tacky post cards, the Dangerous Dame leaned over and threaded her right arm between Jacobs’s legs. “C’mon Daisy, lets work out those kinks.” Veronica grabbed Jenny’s right wrist for a little extra leverage and pulled her back across those strong shoulders even as gorgeous gangster rose to her full height.
TORTURE RACK @ 1:00
www.youtube.com/watch?v=D8A-6IuVyWM
“AAAAAAAWWWWWWW SSSHHHHHHIIIIITTTT!” Jenny wailed long and loud as Treymane bore down on chin and thigh in an effort to break her in half with the Torture Rack.
Careful to remain in the center of the ring (both to eliminate the chance for potential rope breaks and to better display the mewling coward for her fans) Veronica turned a quarter circle, dipped into a deep crouch and rose up fast enough to jostle the champ’s trapped frame. Then she turned again and repeated the whole process three more times, Treymane making a strong statement for the Torture Rack workout as a viable alternative to Crossfit. Through it all she kept a hand snug over Jacobs’s chin, thus ensuring the squirming blonde couldn’t produce anything more cogent than a whining groan or the occasional muttered curse. Now ‘Ronnie tightened her grip even more as she began to rock in place, up on her tiptoes and back on her heels, the Dangerous Dame nothing but patient in her efforts to demoralize and defeat the woman who’d stolen her Championship.
“Ask her.” Treymane said to Castle following fifteen seconds of this jostling punishment. “Ask her if she still wants to be a cham--” she ended the question halfway through because Jenny shaped her right hand into a talon and reached for the challenger’s face. Treymane grimaced and turned her head away to keep those fingers out of her eyes, but she still hissed when Jacobs snatched a big hank of hair. The challenger tugged down on chin and thigh, earning a snarl from her struggling prey. “Ease off the hair, Daisy. Or you’re not going to like what happens next.” A worrisome threat to be sure, the Innovator was unimpressed however, as she only worked her fingers deeper into Veronica’s long locks. Treymane’s pretty face twisted into an uncharacteristically vengeful snarl. “Fine. If that’s how you want it.”
Jenny twisted her head enough to spit, “Bytch, if you don’t let me go I’ll AAAAARRRRRHHHHHHH FAAAAAAAHHK!”
Though her catfighting skills would never match her abilities in the ring (Lenore regularly submitted her in their penthouse drills, much to Veronica’s irritation) the Dangerous Dame could get savage when the situation called for it, as Jenny discovered when she abandoned the controlling grip on her thigh to bear down on the champion’s trunks! Jacobs’s wail of anguish was almost lost in the roar of the FAWNatics, who heartily endorsed Treymane’s white-knuckled revenge.
Nick Castle made no comment on the tactics one way or another, he did however swing around behind the challenger to better check on the suffering Sensation. “What do you say, Jenny? Need me to call it? Just say the word and I’ll get you out.”
Jacobs shook her head ‘no’ as best she could and kept on reaching for Treymane’s talon, but another hard squeeze forced an anguished sob from her lips. “You lose, punk.” Veronica huffed. “Just admit it before I break you at both AARRGGHH DAMN YOU!”
Utterly galled at the thought of being a One & Done World Champ, Jenny abandoned her efforts to break the claw and doubled down on the taller woman’s hair. Her right hand cupped Treymane’s forehead and reefed her head back, leaving her exposed for the left-handed swipe Jenny raked across her face. The hooks holding her lessened for a heartbeat or two only to bear down that much harder -- cagey bytch must’ve closed her eyes at the last second. “I said let go, f*cker.” Jacobs shifted her clawin’ hand in an attempt to work a pair of fingers into the challenger’s nostrils. “Let me go or I’ll rip your f*cking nose right NNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!”
Veronica rose onto her tiptoes and dropped to her knees to send a near electric jolt up Jenny’s spine with the Backbreaker. Such an impact guaranteed release nine out of ten times, unfortunately for Jacobs she turned out to be the tenth case, as Treymane maintained her grips and clambered back to her feet. “DAISY SAYS SHE WANTS DOWN!” Veronica bellowed to the crowd. “SHOULD I PUT HER DOWN?”
Those assembled suggested that it would be polite to do so, although the nature of Jenny’s return to the canvas was entirely up to the Pinstripe Powerhouse. Veronica’s method revealed itself moments later when she released chin and crotch and deftly flipped the smaller blonde over into a standard Fireman’s Carry. Then she put her put her left hand on the Innovator’s thigh and shoved her up and back, Jenny swinging out behind her tormentor like some battle ravaged banner even as Treymane slapped on a Three Quarters Facelock and laid out on her back to THWHONK Jenny’s face into the mat with a thunderous TKO. Jacobs bounced n’ rolled onto her back, the World Champ looking totally used up as ‘Ronnie hooked the near leg and rolled into a Back Press that pointed Jenny’s tush at the lights for…
TKO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=41DIuxNXKZs
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Love it or loathe it, Jacobs’s change in outlook hadn’t weakened her resilience in the slightest, as she lifted a shoulder off the mat a whisper shy of ‘THREE!’ Veronica sat up, sighed and raked a hand through her hair, considering her options. After a moment’s deliberation she spin around on one knee and sank her hands into the other blonde’s hair. Jenny, who’d rolled onto her belly in the wake of the near fall, grabbed at the challenger’s wrists and demanded, “Get your hairy sasquatch hands out of my hair, asshoNNNNGGGRRRRRHHHHHH!”
Veronica yanked back on the champ’s hair, then BWONKED her forehead against the canvas and set about trying to scrub Jenny’s face clean off! Such abuse earned an immediate warning and count from the ref in a normal match, tonight however, Castle only cleared his throat and said, “Try not to bloody up the mat, ok, ‘Ronnie? The ring crew always gets on my ass about stuff like that.”
The Dangerous Dame shifted slightly, put a knee in the small of Jenny’s back and pulled her head up to inspect the damage. “Flushed, but no blood. Not even a little.” Veronica noted. “We still good, Shamus?”
Nick rolled his eyes and spun two fingers in a ‘get on with it’ gesture. “Can’t really stop you now, can I?”
“Hear that, Daisy?” Veronica cooed. “He can’t stop me. And neither can you.”
Wounded and winded, Jacobs braced and elbow against the mat and reached back with her other hand in search of the challenger’s wrists. “I beat you once, bytch. I can do it--”
BWONK!
‘Ronnie bounced her noggin on the mat a second time but she didn’t resume the face-erasing. Rather she leaned forward and pressed down on the back of Jenny’s skull until the pressure had her squirming and kicking her feet. “We were playing by different rules at Spring Break, sweetheart. Now that I know what we’re playing I’m going to kick your ass over every inch of this ring.”
Seeing as how there was still a great deal of ground to cover, Treymane spun off her mount, wrapped the smaller blonde in a Front Facelock and hauled her to boot leather. She broke the Facelock once they were vertical to slip around on Jacobs’s left side, where she grabbed hold of the Californian’s wrist and forced it between her thighs. Careful to shift control of the limb from left hand to right, Veronica reached over with her left arm, hooked it beneath Jenny’s right bicep and wrenched it back at a sharp angle. Jacobs, who used the Pumphandle to set up a number of maneuvers in her own arsenal, grimaced and shook her head ‘no’.
“Don’t even think about it, Treymane. Do this and I promise you’ll WHOAAAAHHH AAAAAWWWWWW FAAAAHK!”
The Neo-Noir Knockout flipped / lifted her burden up so that Jenny’s navel was just about level with Veronica’s chin. Then she went down on one knee and THHWUNKED those beleagured vertebrae with a huge Backbreaker. Left prone and shivering following the Journey Into Fear, the NorCal Sensation dug into her reserves and managed to flop onto her stomach.
JOURNEY INTO FEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c6f8McooaCY
Regret proved sharp and immediate as Treymane climbed aboard, grabbed her biceps and tugged them back across her thighs in search of a match-ending Camel Clutch. “Keep an eye on her, Nick.” Treymane told the ref after her fingers were laced beneath the smaller woman’s chin. “I don’t think she’s going to last much longer.” Jenny growled, twisted her head and rolled her shoulders, anything to help her escape the challenger’s grip. Veronica wasn’t having it though, she only reefed back a little harder and settled that much more weight into the hollow of her foe’s back.
“How are you doing, Jenny?” Castle asked. The increasingly unnatural angle of the Innovator’s spine worried him a great deal. “Hanging in there?”
“I’m fine.” Jenny answered through clenched teeth. “Bytch doesn’t have what it takes to EEEERRRRRRHHHH FAAAAAAAAHK!”
The Dangerous Dame grabbed hold of the smaller blonde’s nose and tried to twist it off her face! When it wouldn’t budge she fashioned that hand into a claw and raked it across her victim’s eyes no less than half a dozen times. “Doesn’t have what it takes to do what, Daisy?” Veronica taunted. “Put your cheating ass in the hospital for a month? Maybe not, but I can make damn sure you’re not doing photo shoots anytime soon!” To make matters worse Treymane slipped two fingers on each hand into the sides of Jacobs’s mouth and peeled her lips back in a ghastly smile.
The No DQ stipulation meant Nick was powerless to interfere with the mauling, so he repeated his previous question with a little more urgency. Jenny offered nothing but a gurgled moan, understandable as Treymane twisted her features like taffy. The words were indecipherable, but her right hand stopped fluttering and went paddle steady, an ‘I Quit’ tell if ever there was one. Veronica noted this change and grinned. “That’s right Daisy, let’s trade. My belt for your faceNNNGGHHH!”
Jacobs finally slipped that arm off of her tormentor’s thigh and promptly helped herself to a pincer grip on Treymane’s lower lip. A savage twist made Veronica’s eyes water, yet the Pinstripe Powerhouse wasn’t about to relinquish her mount without a proper fare thee well. To that end she pulled one hand out of Jacobs’s mouth and curled it into a fist, all the better to pound it into the other blonde’s cheek half a dozen times. Jenny’s resistance quickly loosened to the point where Treymane pulled loose, but the challenger didn’t stand up until she’d THWHONKED the NorCal Sensation’s mauled mug into the thinly-padded plywood.
Vengefully resplendent above the thieving champion, Veronica wiped a forearm across her face and huffed, “That’s enough of your shyt, Daisy. Time to cut you down once and for all.” With that she spun around, grabbed Jenny by the nape of the neck and hauled her up into a Double Under-- Jacobs crumpled to one knee, put her hands on Veronica’s belly and gave her a shove. It was a weak effort really, only rocking Veronica back a step or two, yet it still gave Jenny enough time to wind up for a huge Uppercut aimed between Treymane’s thighs NO!
Veronica caught her by the wrist and squeeeeeeeeezed until Jenny yelped in pain. “Should’ve known you‘d go for the trunks in the end, you cheap bytch. So tell me, what do you do when you take that last shot and miSSSSSNNNNNNNGGGHHH!”
The FAWNatics were so focused on Jacobs’s impending comeuppance that they didn’t notice the pair of brunettes until they’d dove under the bottom rope and by then it was far too late to warn the challenger. A few steps ahead of her partner, Lyssa Zahn leapt from a distance and THWHACKED Veronica in the side of the head with a Superman Punch that dropped her to one knee.
“HEY!” Nick was on his feet in an instant, but still not fully aware of the invasion. “What the hell are you doing, Lyssa? Get out of here before--”
Leah Montoya grabbed the poor dope by the collar and spun him around so hard he almost lost his balance. “Enough of that nonsense, law dog.” the Lone Wolf purred. “We all know you’re just here to count the pin or note a submission. How these two ladies get there, well, that’s entirely out of your hands.” Nick shook his head ‘no’ and tried to step around only to have the Texan push him back. “I’m warning you, Castle. We just need A referee to finish this fight. Nothing says it has to be you.”
“This isn’t right, Leah.” the ref barked. “It’s not right and you know it!”
“Right’s got nothing to do with it, stripes.” Lyssa called as she scraped the Neo-Noir Knockout off the mat. “This is about teaching a meddling idiot what happens when she f*cks up our plans.”
“Hhhuuuhhh… rrrggghhh… oh, you bytch.” Treymane muttered. “I’m going to make you pay for OOOOOHHHH FAAAAAHHHHK!”
The Social Media Superstar drilled a knee between the challenger’s legs and quickly stuffed Veronica’s bowed head under her left arm. “Sorry dweeb, that’s my line. It’s what I was going to say to you after you kept Suguitan off my Wall of Shame. But since you’ve already spoiled it…” Lyssa slipped her arms beneath Veronica’s biceps, locked her hands and muscled the big blonde to 11 o’clock, where she laid out on her back and THWHONKED ‘Ronnie’s head and shoulders into the mat.
INSTA-SLAM @ 5:20
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Klq9pkQ__sE
Starfished and glassy eyed in the wake of the Insta-Slam, Treymane couldn’t muster the energy to turn away as Zahn leaned in close. “Not gonna take your picture tonight, f*cker. I’m gonna get you and Suguitan at the same time.” She slapped Treymane across the face, sprang to her feet and looked around the ring. “Who’s next? Leah? Champ? You want yours?”
Jenny got to her feet with the look of a woman who can’t quite believe her own good fortune. Sizing up Treymane with a wicked smile, she turned her attention to Leah and said, “You as good with a Big Boot as Autumn says you are?”
Montoya frowned at the mention of her archrival. “A helluva lot better, no doubt. Why?”
The NorCal Sensation worked a hand into Treymane’s hair, hauled her up and made a show of pulling her into place for a Jenny-Cide. Turning to she faced the Dark Star and said, “I think you know why.”
Leah drew a bead on the back of Veronica’s skull and smiled. “Yeah, I think I do, darlin’.”
Nick did too and he tried to interject, but Zahn stuffed him into the nearest corner and cooed, “You know the rules, Castle. Don’t make me report you to Rate-a-Ref again.”
Free from any more distractions (save for the jeering crowd and they didn’t actually count), Montoya backed into the ropes and came out at a full gallop. Picking up speed until the bitter end, she flicked her right leg up and THWHACKED a Big Boot against the back of Treymane’s head just as Jenny launched herself into a gorgeous flip that wrenched Veronica off her feet and THAWHAMMED her against the canvas. Considerably more confident now that she had a second AND a third backing her up, Jenny swung a leg over the challenger’s chest and planted her ass firm atop the Dangerous Dame’s insensate mug. She didn’t bother to hook the leg or even press her hands to Treymane’s chest, instead she leaned back and offered the jeering through a pair of J’s.
Finally free of Lyssa, Nick stalked out of the corner and glared daggers at the preening champion. “This is a mockery, Jenny.” Jacobs smirked and flexed her glutes. “I don’t know, feels pretty legit to me. Now count.” Shaking his head in disgust, the senior official went to one knee and slapped the mat….
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TWO…
THREE!
Castle threw a weary signal to the Timekeeper who clanged the bell immediately thereafter. Then it was an equally disheartened Announcer who confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… Jenny Jacobs!”
The crowd let all three women have it with both barrels, not that any of them paid the noise the slightest bit of attention. Smug in her perch atop Veronica’s nose, Jenny gave the cheated challenger’s breasts a rough squeeze, then crooked both hands into claws and raaaaaaaaaked Treymane from navel to sternum. “Enough, Jenny.” Castle snapped. “Get off her.”
The NorCal Sensation only waggled her hips a little harder. “Bring me my belt and I’ll consider it.” she countered.
The ref sighed and went off to fetch her trophy.
Quite pleased with how their little hack turned out, Lyssa nudged Leah in the ribs. “See? This was fun! Didn’t I tell you it would be fun?”
Leah nodded. “Yeah. I’m just surprised Suguitan didn’t show. I was counting on that little bytch trying to rush in for the save.”
Castle returned with the belt, which Jenny snatched without a word. Pushing off Treymane’s mug with a little flourish, she slung the belt over one shoulder and noted, “Suguitan’s at the infirmary having her knee iced, last time I checked. She couldn’t have come down even if she’d wanted to.” Jenny looked at the destruction they’d wrought then added, “Not that she’d be in any rush to get some of this. Alexis is a lot less bold now that she doesn’t have the Associates backing her play.”
Montoya snorted in disgust, Zahn rolled her eyes, then went to put a foot on Treymane’s chest before drawing back. “Do you mind?” she asked the champ.
Jacobs stepped away and swept a hand over the helpless blonde. “By all means.”
The Social Media Superstar moved in and dropped to one knee, the full weight of her bent shin pressing against Veronica’s neck. Helping herself to a handful of hair, she pulled nice and hard until the former champ’s eyes fluttered open. “You took something from me tonight, “Took something from me tonight, F*ckface. So I took something from you.”
Battered and barely awake, Treymane still reached for Zahn’s neck.
Lyssa let her, she was in control whether the blonde wanted to admit it or not. “Yeah, I know, I know, blah, blah, Daisy something, blah, blah, Daisy, outdated gangster trope bullshyt. Heard it before, not impressed. You want revenge? Well so do I. Go clean yourself up, then come and take your shot. Fair warning, miss and I’ll put this pretty little face (she tapped the tip of Veronica’s nose) all over my Wall of Shame.” With that she pushed off, raised a foot and drove a spiteful stomp into the blonde’s tits.
Jenny observed this with a satisfied smile, she discovered she enjoyed watching Veronica suffer. “Like your style, ladies. The assist was unexpected, but not unwelcome. Ever need a favor, just say the word.” Leah and Lyssa both nodded, but it was the latter who spoke. “Thanks, always good to have friends in high places. And should you ever require our services again, here’s my card.” Zahn reached into her back pocket, then shifted her weight and drove another hard stomp into the challenger’s chest. That got a smile from Montoya and Jacobs, arguably the only two in the building at the moment. “Stepped in something, Gizmo.” the Texan told her partner in crime. “Let’s go wash that up so the champ can take her victory lap in peace.” Lyssa smirked, tipped Jenny a salute, then sauntered after Leah, the Black Hats exiting almost as quickly as they appeared. Alone with her gold and defeated Dame, Jenny planted a boot of her own on Treymane’s tummy and hoisted the belt in both hands. She didn’t say a word, choosing instead to let the pose speak volumes as Mayhem slowly faded to black.