Post by bigfan on Jul 23, 2017 21:32:48 GMT
FAWN had lit up the sky all night and yet for all the pyrotechnics there was still the grand finale to consider. “Ladies and gentlemen it is time for our Main Event! The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger, hailing from Richmond, England in the United Kingdom, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and fifteen pounds. She is the Oncoming Storm, this is… OLIVIA DARE!"
2 WICKY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xy_8LqenvGA
OLIVIA DARE:
The FAWNatics sprang to their feet and cheered wildly when the speakers produced the somnolently aggressive drumbeat of Hooverphonic’s ‘2Wicky’. Their throat-born thunder crashed all the louder when the former World Champion appeared atop the stage to greet her fans with an index finger raised high overhead.
For tonight‘s row with an old, wayward friend, the British bendy-back sported a pair of stormy black bikini briefs edged with silver trim and cut high enough to offer the audience a tantalizing view of her sculpted hips, thighs and calves. The other half of her ensemble included a matching bustier, also done in black and edged with silver. Short black wrestling shoes and silver knee and elbow pads rounded out the rest of her outfit.
Already strategizing about just how to contend with the wrestling encyclopedia that walked like a woman, Olivia extended her hands to either side of the aisle, though she only stopped to acknowledge a single sign.
‘INNOVATE SOME SENSE INTO HER, ‘LIV!’
“That is EXACTLY, what I intend to do tonight, friend.” Leaving the fan with a smile and a nod, Olivia made her way up the steps, swiped her feet on the apron and strode to the center of the narrow ledge. Gifting the whole of the arena with a grin as she draped her arms over the top rope, Olivia dipped her knees and tumbled backward to land on her feet. Offering her wrists to senior official Nick Castle after a final salute to her fans, Dare asked, “Are Zahn and Montoya still in the building, Nicholas?”
“Zahn’s Instagram has them out of the building as of twenty minutes ago. Even so, I’ve got a few folks watching at various positions just to be safe.”
Dare raised her fists, then her knees, letting the ref do his final inspection on the spot. “I appreciate your diligence. I never would’ve thought I’d need to worry about interference in a bout with Jenny Jacobs, but… well, you know as well as anybody.”
Nick frowned. “I do. Don’t worry ‘Liv, I’ll keep the peace.”
“Don’t try too hard, Nicholas. Jenny and I need to have, let’s call it a spirited discussion as it relates to her recent behavior.” She might’ve gone on, but her music faded out so the Englishwoman backed into the far corner to better view the arrival of FAWN’s World Champ.
“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!"
INVINCIBLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LvDQC5uNnp4
JENNY JACOBS:
Hatred from all corners, the venom still fresh and especially potent even three months removed from their former heroine‘s unexpected betrayal. Unmoved by their sentiment, the speakers kicked into ‘Invincible’ by Adelita’s Way and shortly thereafter the World Champ brushed the curtain aside to greet the enraged throng. Completely unfazed by the vitriole of her former fans, Jacobs paused atop the stage where she undid the big belt around her waist and held it aloft one-handed. “Piss and moan all you want,” she told the nearest camera, “but I’m still the best on the goddamned planet and you’re nothing but background noise.” Issue settled for the moment, she dropped the belt across her shoulder and started for the ring.
For tonight’s meeting with one of the WOLF originals, Jenny sported the new 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. More than happy to hold her golden prize under the noses of every slobbering loser on the aisle, Jenny veered off when she reached the shadow of the squared circle and dove under the bottom rope. On her feet in the blink of an eye, Jenny stormed to the middle of the canvas and raised the World Title one more time. Last month she’d made sure to burn Veronica Treymane before the bell, but when she turned her attention to Olivia there was only a single curt nod. Then she backed up, tossed the strap to Castle and settled in to wait for the fireworks.
Ready, willing and able to boo the duplicitous World Champion for the slightest infraction, the FAWNatics were momentarily taken aback when Jenny came out of her corner along with the opening bell. Olivia did the same and though they proceeded with caution there was no sign of hesitation from either woman. Jacobs stopped a few steps shy of the challenger and took the opportunity to glance around the arena. When she smiled she looked like the Jenny Jacobs that Dare had traveled, roomed and wrestled with for nearly the whole of WOLF’s short, tumultuous existence. That smile was almost enough to make Olivia forget what her friend had done to Veronica Treymane.
Almost.
“Hell of an upgrade, isn’t it ‘Liv?” the Innovator asked. “Doesn’t seem all that long ago that we were beating the hell out of each other in an old warehouse for nothing but a couple dozen drunken frat boys and a few neck beard tape traders.” A wistful expression, almost sad, crossed the champ’s face. “I miss it sometimes. Do you?”
“Do I miss the terrible accommodations, the ring with no give or the fans that thought a ‘meet and greet’ entitled them to a lap dance?” Olivia asked with an arched eyebrow. “Hardly. That Jenny, though. I miss her. I find myself missing her a lot lately.”
Jenny shook her head, disappointed by the response. “She didn’t go anywhere, Olivia. She just woke up and realized what she needed to do. It made her a champion. I thought you of all people would appreciate that.”
“I appreciate hard work and dedication.” Dare countered. “I appreciate dragging your arse out of bed to get to the gym for training on the morning after you had Cassandra Vale put you through a table the night before. What I do NOT appreciate is watching one of my oldest and best friends succumb to frustration and anger en route to claiming a prize I once wore around my waist. There are countless examples of women who ‘failed up’ in this industry Jenny… I never thought you’d be one of them.”
Anger flashed in the NorCal Sensation’s blue eyes. “Hands up, ‘Liv. You want to run your mouth you better be prepared to defend yourself.”
The Oncoming Storm obliged her at once, not for a standard Collar & Elbow, but a single hand raised to the rafters, universal signal for a Test of Strength. The crowd advised against this tactic as strenuously could, correctly noting the havoc Jenny had wrought on poor Veronica Treymane whenever the opportunity for a cheap shot presented itself. Yet Jenny reached up and slapped her palm against the Briton’s without so much as a hint of cattiness. They completed the Test immediately thereafter and then the blondes were leaning into each other full force, their shoulders, backs, buttocks and thighs all shredded into the shadowy relief that meant a real grinding stalemate.
Olivia held her tongue for a good ten seconds, enough to make sure could impose her will on the Test and to rule out any early shortcuts from the champ. “As I was saying,” Dare pushed onto her toes and inched her hands ever so slightly forward, “you let frustration and anger eat away at you. It’s been building up ever since you and Maddy got into it. And things finally boiled over when you decided the easiest way to beat Veronica was to go to her trunks at every NGH!”
Jacobs pushed onto her toes to counter at least a bit of the Brit’s height advantage and chipped away a little more by driving her chest into Olivia’s. “Don’t even THINK about giving me crap about trunk work, ‘Liv. I saw you hustle enough sorority girls and Hooters waitresses for rent to know exactly what you can do with a crotch claw. Not to mention that ‘little death’ you yanked out of Lenore a couple years back. Fact is, you’re better working low than I ever EEERRGHH!”
Dare rose up and rolled her wrists forward, which in turn bent the champ’s hands back at an awkward angle. “Let me be clear on one thing, Jenny.” Olivia pressed down again, sending a soft but noticeable tremor through the smaller blonde’s stems. “I have no moral objection to using a knee or a claw grip or even a good brisk slap between the thighs of an adversary when such tactics have been discussed, agreed or simply acknowledged heading into the contest. YOU my dear Jenny, used the tactic as a catch-all whenever things weren’t going your way and if that WASN’T desperate enough, you straight up threw salt into her eyes!” Dare punctuated by going up on her tiptoes and this time Jenny had to take a step back to keep from sinking to one knee. “What in god’s name were you thinking, Jacobs? You took what should have been the shining moment of your career and tarnished it by throwing away everything that came befNNNGGHHH!”
Jacobs steeled herself, struggled back to even and drove a short, angry Headbutt into the former champion’s chest. “What was I thinking?” she growled. “Simple ’Liv. I was thinking about how tired I was of busting my ass year in and year out only to find myself taking lip from a bipedal piece of shyt like Maddy Crane. I was thinking about how tired I was losing to savages like Lisa Dream, whores like Juliet Bloodwind and dinosaurs like Sydney Deschain. I was NNNGH!”
Olivia stopped the tirade with a Headbutt of her own, the Blackbird’s effort landing flush on the bridge of her opponent’s nose. “So what was Treymane’s offense, luv? Did she cut you in line at catering one too many times? Or were you afraid that she’s just better than OOOOOFFFFHHHH!”
The ’friendly’ contest between old friends escalated when Jacobs pivoted on one foot to THWHUMP the broadside of her thigh into the taller woman’s stomach. Dare gaped and stumbled back a step. It was the perfect opportunity for Jenny to force her to one or both knees, but the champ did not, a tacit invitation for Olivia to do her worst -- after the leader of the Jacobites spoke her piece, of course. “She is NOT better than me, ‘Liv! She’s big and she’s strong, but she’s dumb as a bag of hammers and GUUUUHHHFFH!”
Dare shut the champ up with a straight Kneelift, the Englishwoman driving the bony joint in just above her foe’s navel. “So dumb you needed Montoya and Zahn to save your ass at Mayhem? I still can’t wrap my head around throwing away your friendship with Autumn to pal around with those two sadNNNGGHHOOOFFFHHH!”
Jacobs upped the ante with a Headbutt and a Kneelift, the former hitting Olivia hard enough to bust open her bottom lip. “I’m not friends with the Black Hats, Dare. That was an alliance of convenience, nothing more. But considering how bytchy and judgmental my so-called ‘friends’ are these days, I might grow it into something more than HEYNODONTYOUEERRRHH!”
Determined to knock some sense into her old friend by any means necessary, Olivia twisted one hand loose of the Knuckle-Lock and doubled down on the NorCal Sensation’s left wrist. Clearing off even as she twisted the limb in a wide circle, Dare kicked up her right foot, wedged it against the side of Jenny’s face and laid out on her back all in one smooth motion. Bounced up on one foot by the big ol’ helping of Sole Food, Jenny spiraled to the deck where she was promptly set upon by the lissome English lass. Cinching the far leg tight, Dare rolled the champ in half with a snug Back Press and held on through…
SOLE FOOD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4Y8OIMSNRM
ONE…
TWO…
Jenny powered loose simultaneous with ‘TWO!’, shoved a hand into Olivia’s face and made quick tracks under the bottom rope. The Oncoming Storm let Jenny go, nor did she pursue the champ to the outside. Quick cover aside, she did mean to take her time explaining Jacobs’s many errors as well as just what she could do to make things right. And if she earned a second run as FAWN World Champion as reward for her efforts? Well that was just fine.
Composed and collected after only a few seconds on the floor, Jenny posted up near the guardrail on the off chance the Blackbird wanted to fly. Olivia did indeed approach the edge of the ring, but rather than vault into the aether she grabbed the top rope and sat down on the middle to open the way for the champ’s return. “Whenever you’re feeling ready, Jenny.” Dare said with just a trace of cheek. “Take as much of that count as you need… of course if you get yourself counted out I will happily kick your arse all the way to the parking lot.”
Jacobs rolled her eyes, then flicked two fingers in the challenger’s direction to motion her back. “Get her off the ropes, Nick.” she added. “I don’t need anyone crowding me.” Castle started to do as he was told, but Dare made it a moot point by stepping all the way to center ring. Satisfied, the Innovator put one knee on the apron, grabbed the top rope and boosted herself up only to drop right back down when Olivia took a threatening step forward.
The crowd’s irritation over Jenny’s reluctance blossomed into amusement when the Briton crossed one foot behind the other, spread her arms wide and dipped into a deep curtsey worthy of her superlative partner. Jenny snorted, shook her head and hopped onto the apron. “When did you get to be such a bytch, ‘Liv?”
“When did you get so skittish, Jenny?” Dare fired back.
The NorCal Sensation came through the strands, strode up to the taller woman and rocked her back on her heels with a big shove. “You’re calling me skittish? That’s rich, considering all the times I had to chase you around the damned ring back in _______ (where was WOLF’s home base?)”
Olivia’s answered with a humorless smile. “Aaaahhh, I see you’re mastering the art of revisionist history, an excellent start for anyone with delusions of grandeur.” She raised her hands, mirroring the champion’s nimble stance. “Shall we separate fact from legend, then?”
Jenny beckoned her in. “Bring it on, Dare.” Olivia pounced with the suddenness of her nickname, a quick aggressive effort that would’ve smudged Jacobs against the ropes if she hadn’t pivoted on one foot and PWAAAAKED a heavy Back Kick into the other blonde’s belly. There was a loud ‘OFFFHH!’ followed by a crisp THWHACK and some groans from the crowd as Jenny followed with a Soccer Kick directly between the challenger’s eyes.
Knocked up on her toes by that second strike, Olivia instinctively tried to defend high and paid the price in the form of another Back Kick from the Innovator. She practically folded over the third kick, which offered Jacobs a golden opportunity to round on her heel and run the ropes. The FAWNatics raised their voice in warning and Dare must’ve heard because she twisted away half a heartbeat before Jenny put a boot through the spot so recently occupied by her temple. Snarling as she skidded through a one-kneed landing, Jenny popped up and resumed her attack, only this time the Englishwoman was waiting for her with a quick Pump Kick to the belly that knocked her back against the strands. Irksome of course, yet no one’s idea of a game changer, as Jacobs immediately bounced off and THWHAP! Olivia charged, swung around on her left foot and just buried her right knee in the American’s belly hard enough to send somersaulting into a rough seat on the mat!
KITCHEN SINK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=e3YK7d0rvOI
Angered more by the fact of the cheap shot than the force of Jenny’s kicks (not that those didn’t sting a great deal) a stone-faced Dare ran by the penitent blonde, bounced off the ropes and raced back into a low-flying slide that afforded the perfect angle to THWHACK a heavy Forearm Smash off her opponent’s chin! Jenny got knocked flat, her legs shooting skyward for easy collection. Hooking the far one tight, ‘Liv pressed her forearm into the ridge of Jacobs’s jaw and ground down while Castle smacked the mat…
THUNDEROUS FOREARM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ojFJsDrB1k
ONE…
TWO…
The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds kicked out with a whole second to spare, though Dare noted she didn’t (or couldn’t) try to roll out of the ring again. “I’ve never once complained about someone teein’ off on me.” Olivia noted as she plunged her hands into the other blonde’s sporty tousle. “But any woman who swings at me better be bloody well prepared to face the consequences!”
Hauling Jacobs to her feet with a yank so rough it drew a warning from the ref, the former World Champ cupped her left hand against the back of Jenny’s head and pulled her down and in even as she brought her right arm slicing up at a near perfect forty-five degrees! Dare’s European Uppercut sounded like most women’s Super Kick and this one wasn’t exceptional in the regard. What really made it stand out were the three identical Uppercuts Olivia tacked on afterward!
Four quick shots was enough to have Jenny stepping in fencepost holes, alas it wasn’t enough to quell the challenger’s desire to teach her friend a lesson. So she grabbed a wrist, stepped back and hurled at a corner on the far side of the ring. Understandably dazed after this unexpected exposure to British Strong Style, Jacobs couldn’t halt her progress, though she at least managed to make sure her back took the brunt of the impact. Whether this was a wise choice or not was up for debate as the Blackbird followed in at top speed and actually left her feet for a running European Uppercut that mashed the Innovator against the roughly-padded buckles.
Deep in the groove after a quartet of the stiffest Uppercuts in FAWN, Olivia was in no mood to stop, so she claimed Jenny’s wrist, dropped back a couple of steps and tossed her across the squared circle to the opposite corner. A second Running European Uppercut segued into a third Irish Whip which flowed perfectly into a THIRD Running European Uppercut! That was seven Uppercuts in all, a tally that quickly grew to ten when Dare hooked her left arm around the back of Jenny’s slumped head and checked her chin three more times.
EUROPEAN UPPERCUT BARRAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-5mOCuuyWQ
Finally pausing to catch her breath, Olivia pressed a shoulder between the American’s breasts a she leaned in to murmur in her ear. “That’s how you smite a girl, Jenny my dear. And this is how you show her the error of her ways.” Pivoting so her back was to the champ, ‘Liv reached over one shoulder with both hands to secure a Three Quarters Facelock and deftly flipped Jacobs onto her tush with a Snapmare. Jenny grimaced and reached for her tailbone, a pain she forgot the instant Olivia sat down behind her and slipped her legs around opposing waist.
“Eeeeeeeeerrrhhhh… don’t waste my time!” Jenny spat at Nick when the black & white moved to close in. “I don’t subm--”
Dare pushed up on her hands and extended her legs, sending another wicked constriction through her blonde’s ribs. “He was right to check, Jen.” Olivia countered. “I’ve worked you over from the opening bell, in fact the only offense you’ve managed was off that cheap kick earlier. Did winning the World Title really make you that complacent so quick NNNGGHHH!”
The NorCal Sensation shut her up with a dagger-point elbow to the left thigh. “You caught me off guard ‘Liv, can’t lie.” she huffed. “Guess maybe I expected a little more professional courtesy from an old friNNGGGGHHH!”
Dare drilled a short Forearm Smash across the base of Jacobs’s neck, then used her left arm to lift her foe’s left arm at an unpleasant angle. From there she slipped her right arm beneath it and angled the captured limb behind her own head, which made it that much easier for the Oncoming Storm to secure an S-Grip against the opposite side of Jenny’s face! Bearing down on the Scissors while simultaneously wreeeeeeeeeeeenching on the grounded Abdominal Stretch, Olivia shook her head in dismay. “This is the most courtesy you’ll get out of me tonight, Jenny. If I gave you what you really deserved I’d be working a claw down your trunks this instant.”
BODYSCISSORS W/ ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BaCVwSc0OJY
The champion didn’t respond to that particular barb, her attention was currently split between controlling her breathing and figuring a way out of the Brit’s simple yet effective torture. After several seconds of struggling (as well as a few ‘TAP!’ chants which galled her to no end) Jenny sat up as best she could and reached over with her right hand. She found Dare’s chin easily enough, but the limber lovely turned her head away at once, making any potential rake or claw a much more difficult proposition.
“Hook my mouth and I’ll bite your fingers, Jenny.” Olivia promised. “Hook my nose and I’ll wrench your neck. Rake my eyes and I’ll crack a rib.” She demonstrated the extent of her dedication by bearing down on both halves of the painful Stretch. “In short, if you do anything other than remind me why you’re worthy of FAWN’s World Championship, I will do everything in my power to make you look foolish while you suff--” Dare’s breath caught in a surprised, angry hiss as Jacobs slid her hand down the front of the challenger’s bustier for a spiteful pincer grip on her left nipple.
“You going to let go, ‘Liv? Or do I have to start twisting?” Jenny’s asked over the ‘ooooohhhhh’s’ of the crowd.
The Blackbird bared her teeth, bore down on the Bodyscissors and let out a little moan of pain when the NorCal Sensation carried through on her threat. “I’ll make you beg, ‘Liv. Swear to god I will. Or you can let me go and have this sorry excuse for a--”
Jenny’s turn to gasp as Dare halved her S-Grip to secure a retaliatory pincer on the other blonde’s right breast. “Is this how it’s going to be?” Olivia growled. “Do I have to strip you down and show you off to make you see reasEEERRRGHHHHH!”
The Englishwoman had turned her head for a better view of her captive and paid the price when Jacobs relinquished the pincer in favor of a thumb to the eye! Give Olivia a lot of credit, she made Jenny pay for the transgression with a truly hellish squeeze that forced a breathless sob from Jacobs’s lips. But by answering a claw with a claw she allowed the Innovator to slip her head free, meaning it was only the Scissors keeping her in place. Hardly a comfortable position, however Jenny maintained her composure and used her recently-freed left arm to drive a few elbows into Olivia’s belly. A half dozen loosened the Scissors to the point Jacobs could maneuver around so she was on her knees facing the Briton. Olivia understood she was losing control and made the champion pay for it with another groan inducing squeeze, alas Jenny would not be denied and she CRA-CRAAACKED the challenger’s cheeks with a pair of metronoming Bytch Slaps.
Dare grunted and collapsed back on her elbows, the Scissors loose but still snug enough to keep the blondes together. The Innovator didn’t argue, rather she leaned into her adversary, grabbed a handful of hair and dragged her into a Front Facelock. From there she clambered to one knee and then back to full verticality with those tenacious Scissors still wrapped around her waist. They stayed that way for a few seconds, Jenny catching her breath, Olivia doing everything she could to steal it away again. The stalemate ended when Jacobs curled her left hand into a fist and pounded it into the other blonde’s ribs more than a dozen times. Dare’s ankles finally, mercifully unlocked and she would’ve slipped to the canvas if the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds hadn’t hooked her arm under ‘Liv’s right leg in a sort of inside leg cradle. No sooner was it set did Jenny muscle her burden directly overhead and bust out a quick quarter turn before sitting out to THAWHAM the challenger flat on her back with a huge Cradle Driver! Keeping Dare’s captured leg hooked after impact, Jenny pulled back as hard as she could while Castle counted…
CRADLE DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rHxqB7gr7_A
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Olivia broke free with half a second to spare, denying the World Champ a spectacular flash finish. Jenny didn’t seem to mind, indeed she didn’t even question Castle about the speed of his count after she’d stood up and tucked her hair back behind her ears. “Did you threaten to show me off to these people, ‘Liv?” the NorCal Sensation asked while Dare rolled onto all fours and tried to rise. “Is that really a game you want to play with me?”
“Nuuuuhhhh…. no game, luv.” Olivia huffed. “But I’ll do what’s necessary to make you into the champion you OOOOOFFFHHH!”
Jenny stepped up and unloaded a Soccer Kick on the other woman’s ribs, not exactly innovative, but damned effective in stealing the Brit’s breath. The force of it flopped Dare onto her back, meaning she got a quick glimpse of Jenny leaving her feet just before she kicked ‘em up and dropped back to THWHUMP all her weight down on the challenger’s chest with a huge Senton.
JUMPING SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KjtU1kSW2DI
“Don’t even think about suggesting I’m the ‘wrong kind’ of World Champion, ‘Liv. Don’t you dare.” Jenny sounded legitimately angry as she rolled to one knee and filled her hands with the gasping grappler’s hair. “If there’s one thing that assholes like Portia and Emily and Susan have taught us is, there’s no such thing as the wrong way to defend the World Title. Those chicks used every dirty trick in the book to either win or defend this damned belt and no one tried to give them douchey pep-talks.” Jenny yanked Olivia to her feet by the hair, slipped around in front of her and dropped to one knee to flip the breathless Briton onto her tush with a beautiful Hairmare. Snuggling in against Dare’s back, Jacobs reached across ’Liv’s torso to grab her right foot, which she promptly tugged into place across Dare’s right thigh in a Figure Four. Wedging her left heel in against the other blonde’s right ankle, Jenny stretched herself across Olivia’s back, slipped her left arm under opposing bicep and craaaaaaaaaaaanked up and back to complete her own twist on the Abdominal Stretch.
GROUNDED ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wt12Z0ACoaU
As if things weren’t unpleasant enough for the Oncoming Storm, Jenny pressed her right hand to Dare’s exposed flank and dug in with an Iron Claw. “Ask her.” Jacobs told Nick after five seconds or so. “Not if she submits, but if she’s done running her prissy little mouth.”
Olivia flashed a hard smile in spite of the pain. “Rest assured my prissy little mouth will be running non-stop when they announce me as a two-time FAWN World ChampEEERRRRGGGHHHH!”
acobs shorted the Iron Claw to hook her index finger into the side of her opponent’s mouth. “You won’t be saying much of anything when this match is over, babe. If you’re even conscious it’ll only be to tell Castle where it hurts. Here’s a hint, everywhere.”
“Enough with the fishhook, Jenny.” Nick said after the infraction exceeded his internal five count.
“Whatever you say, ref.” Jacobs broke the fishhook, slipped three fingers over the Englishwoman’s upper jaw and pulled back for another wicked punishment. “Give it up, ‘Liv.” the champ demanded. “Unless you want these people to see you ugly-crying in the center of the ring.”
Dare couldn’t actually answer, what with Jenny trying to turn her into a Pez Dispenser, but she waggled a finger to make sure Castle and Jacobs knew she wasn’t giving up. “Dammit Jenny, keep away from her face, I mean it!”
Jenny rolled her eyes, but released the grip without complaint. “Fine, whatever you say. Just remember, she wasn’t screaming before.”
Nick didn’t much like the sound of that, not that he had any real time to react to what happened next. Flattening her free hand into a paddle, Jenny slipped it into the side of the challenger’s bustier and raaaaaaaaked her across the chest before once again settling on a vile pincer grip. “OOOOOOOWWWWWWW YOU TWAT!” Olivia shrieked in pain and outrage as the Innovator ransacked the contents of her top. “I swear Jenny, you better let go right now or I’ll AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH FAHK!”
Jacobs countered with a twist / pull combination so wicked it would’ve earned a submission inquiry from Castle if Dare hadn’t shaken him off before the words left his mouth. “What are you going to do if I don’t, huh ‘Liv?” Jenny asked once she’d dialed the pressure down ever so slightly. “Are you going to fight as dirty as I am now? Go right ahead, that’s hardly a deterrent, as far as I’m concerned.” She slid her hand sideways, teased the Briton’s bud for a moment, then resumed the white-knuckled torture. “That belt you want, the one that once resided around your waist, it’s mine now. I won it by being smarter, quicker and most importantly, meaner, than that brat Treymane. So if you want it around your waist again you’re going to have to be meaner than I am. And ‘Liv, you’re as tough as they come but you’re not mean.”
Dare drew in a deep breath and tried to let it out evenly, a real trick with the Innovator trying to twist her dials in the wrong direction. “Keep working my top like a gutless little twat and you’ll find out just how mean I can be, JennNNEERRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!”
Jacobs extricated her hand from Olivia’s bustier only to curve it into another claw which she fasted to the center of the challenger’s trunks. “Ask her.” Jenny looked Castle dead in the eye as she said it, though she made sure her lips were brushing against Dare’s ear as she gouged away at the Blackbird’s undercarriage. “Ask her if she really wants to endure more of this for--f*ck.”
Olivia got her left hand against the back of Jenny’s left foot and shoved it away from her own right ankle. Doing so broke the Figure Four and thus made it much easier for ‘Liv to pull NO! Quick to adjust to the changing circumstances, Jenny hooked her left leg over Dare’s flailing limb and rolled back onto her side to stack the Englishwoman on her shoulders in a makeshift Crucifix! Already close to the action, Nick swooped in and counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The ever-limber blonde squeaked free of the predicament with half a second to spare, though she was slow to all fours in the aftermath of Jacobs catty wrestling clinic. Noting the vulnerability, Jenny moved around to her opponent’s flank and deftly hopped up so she was standing with both feet planted on Dare’s back! The extra weight made Olivia’s arms tremble violently, but the proud grappler wasn’t about to let the champ treat her like a damned doormat, so she steadied her nerves then pushed up with everything she could muster. The effort was successful only in part. While it dislodged the NorCal Sensation from her perch, the freedom proved short-lived as Jacobs hurled herself into a flawless back-flip that brought her THWHUMPING down across Dare’s lower back.
Olivia hit the canvas hard, the air ‘oooofffhh’ing out of her lungs even as she wrapped both arms around her throbbing torso. Ignoring the pin for the time being, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds slid around to the other blonde’s head, leaned in over her back and wormed her hands between ‘Liv and that mat. Dare squirmed and fought but the trap was already sprung, Jenny snatching hold of her foe’s wrists and pulling them tight against her torso while simultaneously hauling up. Wedged in the straightjacket long before she was set on her feet, the Oncoming Storm could only brace for impact when Jenny dipped her knees and hoisted her upside down. Jacobs didn’t bother to savor the stall, indeed it was less than two seconds from inversion to implosion, as the NorCal Sensation rocked back on her heels and dropped to her butt to THWHONK the crown of her rival’s head into the mat with a thunderous Piledriver.
STRAIGHTJACKET PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcc3So4risM
Olivia popped loose and landed on her back, the usually vibrant Brit little more than a breathing starfish when Jenny grabbed her by one wrist and dragged her to the center of the ring where she splashed down across her chest and hooked the leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Olivia bucked to one side and shot an arm into the air to remind folks that Storm Warning was still very much in effect. Jenny was nonplussed, the Innovator channeling any frustration she might’ve felt into a vigorous hair-pull to help peel Dare off the mat. Sidling up behind the knock-kneed Englishwoman, Jacobs looped an arm around Olivia’s tummy, pulled her in close and whispered, “Fight as long as you want, ‘Liv. I’ve got a nearly infinite number of ways to entertain myself whoopin’ your bony ass.”
With that she ducked, stuck her head under the blonde’s left arm and braced her left hand against the back of Dare’s left thigh. Quick to act on her threat, Jacobs bent her knees and boosted Olivia up onto her right shoulder for-- the Blackbird pushed off in time with the champ’s lift and the extra momentum gave her everything she needed to roll out of Jenny’s grasp. Landing hard on one knee, Dare snatched hold of her opponent’s waistband and jerked her into a Forearm Smash that THWHAPPED against the small of her back.
Jenny grimaced, stumbled forward, then went up on her toes keening like a klaxon siren because the vengeful challenger doubled down on her briefs and tried to pull them up over her head! Olivia maintained the wedgie long enough to regain her feet, then she looped her left hand over the smaller woman’s chin and pulled her back at an awkward angle. Still quite distracted by position of her traitorous briefs, Jacobs gave her cupped chin scant notice, which proved costly when Dare twisted into her and THWHACKED a stiff European Uppercut off the base of her skull! Jenny’s knees went weak, making it that much easier for Olivia to grab her left shin and fold it so that her heel was pressed against her own tush. Finishing her prep with a half Waistlock and her head stuffed beneath the champ’s left arm, Dare muscled the other blonde to about two o’clock then slung her back the way she’d came and went down on one knee to drive that exposed shin against her posted knee! Jacobs’s wail of pain raised no sympathy from the betrayed Jacobites, in fact they got that much louder when Olivia popped her hips and just dumped Jenny on the back of her head and shoulders with a huge Backdrop Suplex!
SHINBREAKER & BACKDROP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGXNiiqTB2s
Jacobs rolled through to a glassy-eyed seat, a perfect candidate for pinning that Olivia ignored in favor of balancing a few more lines on the ledger. Fingers hooked deep in Jenny’s hair, Olivia hauled her to boot leather then doubled her right the hell over with a single Kneelift that hit *just* high enough to miss Low Blow status. Satisfying as the shot was, it also had strategic merit, as Dare illustrated once she moved around to the champ’s left side.
“You don’t have to remind me of your offensive capabilities, Jenny.” the Blackbird muttered as she reached over Jacobs’s back and claimed her right wrist. “What interests me is just how many ways you’ll KISS my arse before I grow weary of the feeling.”
“Fuuuhhh… f*ck you, ‘LivVVRGUURRHK!” Dare reached over Jenny’s head with her left hand, grabbed the champ’s dangling wrist and pulled it snug to her throat in a half Straightjacket. The right arm she’d already folded into a Hammerlock, meaning Jacobs was defenseless when Olivia hopped up and pressed her knees to the NorCal Sensation’s back. “NNNNNGGGGGHHHH!’” was followed by ‘OOOOOOOOHHHH!’ and a great deal of cheering as the Double Dare blew all the air from Jacobs’s lungs, leaving her shrunken and quite docile as ‘Liv shoveled her onto her back and hooked the far leg for…
DOUBLE DARE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pH_zGsVP0vg
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Jenny kicked out with enough left over to flop over onto her tummy, which proved beneficial only in the short term. While it did keep the challenger from attempting an immediate follow-up, it offered the Innovator’s back on a silver platter. Far too hungry to refuse such a gift, Olivia straddled the smaller woman’s back, leaned forward and threaded her calves against Jenny’s shins.
Breathless or not, Jacobs had spent enough time sparring the Englishwoman to know what happened next and so she wrapped her arms around the back of her head to prevent Dare from taking hold. “Clever defense, Jenny.” Olivia sounded anything but disappointed as she braced all her weight on her left hand. “Of course it leaves me with only one option.”
Jacobs realized her mistake a half second before the other blonde’s fist slammed into her kidney. “UUUUNNNNGGHHH BYTCH!” The NorCal Sensation abandoned her guard to reach for Dare’s head and ended up surrendering her hands in the process. Snatching both wrists in a tight grip, ‘Liv folded them between her rival’s shoulders to complete a Double Hammerlock. Far from finished, Dare leaned down and in until she was riding Jenny’s back and thus using her own body weight to keep the limbs trapped. Chin tucked against her chest in a final fit of defiance, Jenny ground her forehead against the canvas and growled, “Don’t even think about it, Dare. You don’t wantTTEERRRGHHHHH AAAAAHHHHHHHH!”
Olivia hooked her index fingers in the champ’s mouth to wrench her head backward, then switched over to a perfectly legal Chinlock. Dare Snare cinched in tight, Olivia streeeeeeeeeeeetched her legs wide and reefed back on Jenny’s neck like she meant to stretch it double. “I’ve got you trapped, friend of mine.” the Blackbird huffed in response to Jenny’s first round of furious submission denials. “The whole of your body is currently under my control and not even someone with your creative bent could rake, bite or claw her way out of this predicament. The way I see it, that leaves you with two options.”
“Nuuuhhh…not gonna quit, ‘Liv!” Jacobs groaned through clenched teeth.
Olivia nodded, glad to hear the steel in her friend’s voice despite the circumstances and stakes. “Glad to hear it. That means you’ll have to find some of that infamous Jenny Jacobs tenacity and make your way to the ropes before I break your back. And now that we understand each other, your grace period ends in five, four, three, two--”
“Go f*ck yourself OliviEEEEERRRRRRHHHHHHH!”
The FAWN World Champion wailed long and loud as a former champ tried to split her up the middle while wrenching her head from her shoulders. Understanding that unconsciousness could defeat her when pain could not, Jenny planted her knees against the mat and tried to inch her way forward, alas the shift was noted by Dare, who immediately drove her hips into Jacobs’s tush to flatten her out all over again. “Try harder, Jenny. Perhaps a little humiliation could serve as a proper motivator?” Olivia raised her hips and smek-smek-smecked them against the trapped blonde’s upraised buns, then ground out a taut little figure-eight to boot.
Jenny did turn pink, though from embarrassment or pain, no one knew. Gritting her teeth to stifle another outcry, Jacobs stayed still for several seconds, then began to rock her torso back n’ forth. It wasn’t an attempt to roll, such an effort would’ve been doomed to failure with her legs grapevined as they were. No, Jenny had been snared in stages, which meant she had to free herself in stages. And the only part of her that wasn’t actively clutched or stretched was…THERE! Jenny wrenched her arms out from under Dare’s encroaching weight and promptly latched onto the Briton’s wrists. “You won’t break my grip, Jenny.” Olivia murmured. “In fact.” she slid her hands north from the champ’s chin so that her palms snugged against Jenny’s mouth and nose.
The HOM Smother sped up Jenny’s timetable considerably and though she would’ve loved to tear her way out of the Dare Snare, ‘Liv had left her with only one option. Closing her eyes to fight off the darkness gathering at the edge of her vision, Jenny drove her elbows into the mat and dragged them both forward by several inches. Dare never made it easy on her, indeed she applied that much more strain to both the smother and the grapevine during the nearly endless thirty seconds it took Jenny to cross the canvas desert. Red-faced and wheezing with less than a foot between her fingertips and freedom, Jacobs reaaaaaaaaaached with all her might, but was rewarded with nothing more than a thunderous ‘TAP!’ chant.
“Hear that?” asked a grim-faced Olivia. “That’s the sound of trading in every bit of earned good will for the low, low cost of injuring Maddy, spitting on your friendship with Autumn and cheating Veronica out of what was--”
Jenny screamed through those muzzling hands as she lurched forward and wrapped an arm around the bottom rope. “Break the hold, ‘Liv.” Castle said at once.
Olivia obliged, albeit far slower than she normally would. In the end she planted a knee between Jacobs’s shoulders, pressed a knee to the back of her head and pressed down until the Innovator hissed in pain. “You don’t deserve this ring, not after what you’ve done. But if you insist on crawling back night after night, I’ll insist on making you pay proper homage.” Nick started to count so Olivia pushed off and stepped back, the steely-eyed Englishwoman begging Jenny to stand when the champ could barely scrape herself off the canvas.
Back to the other blonde as she clambered her way to verticality, Jenny kept her breathing steady until a cough racked her so hard she almost doubled over the top rope. “How you doing, Jenny?” Castle sounded concerned despite his charge’s unpleasant new attitude. “Can you continue?”
When Jenny turned she didn’t even look at the official, her eyes were only for Olivia. “You think I’d go back and change the last six months if I could, ‘Liv?” she croaked. “I wouldn’t. I’d still put Crane on the shelf. I’d still bury that chair in Autumn’s gut and I’d DAMN SURE kick Veronica’s junk up between her shoulders! You think I give a damn about them? About this?” Jenny raised a single ‘J’ before dismissing it with a savage flick of her wrist. “None of it means shyt because there’s a little gold plate on that big gold belt that’s got MY name on it. That’s the only thing I care about any more, so shut your f*cking mouth and fight me, if you’ve got the--”
‘Guts’ would’ve been the next word out of her mouth if Olivia hadn’t stepped in and slapped the Innovator’s face sideways on her head. “Thank you for clarifying your position, Jacobs.” Dare said in a near whisper. “You’ve made this much eas--”
Jacobs shoved off the strands, leading with a Haymaker that sent the Blackbird reeling in a drunken stagger. “Didn’t I tell you to shut your f*cking moutNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Olivia stormed into the breach and snapped the American’s head back with the stiffest European Uppercut in all of FAWN. Jenny tasted copper, knew Dare had split her bottom lip and responded in kind. The champ’s effort didn’t pack quite as much power, but there was still a rill of blood running from the side of the challenger’s mouth when she caught her balance. Dabbing at it with one thumb, Olivia regarded the crimson blandly, then nodded at her foe. “A memorable effort from an otherwise forgettable champion.”
“You snide little cunt, you’re going to spit teeth all over this NNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Olivia hit her a third time and Jenny’s answering blast came with no snark whatsoever. That spark triggered a raging inferno that saw the pair of blondes going at it hammer and tongs with the sole purpose of dislocating her opponent’s jaw. Credit to the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds, she stood firm against the Oncoming Storm longer than just about anyone, but Olivia Dare simply did not lose Uppercut duels and she only hit harder as Jacobs started to slow down. One unanswered shot became two, two became three and after a fourth Uppercut Jacobs collapsed into the ropes, their protection the only thing keeping her from tumbling all the way to the floor. Angered and saddened by the sight before her, Dare stepped in, crooked an arm around the back of the champ’s head and just HAMMERED her tits with a murderous cannonade of Forearm Smashes that had even the most betrayed of the Jacobites cringing over their former heroine.
Silver lining, the ropes that held Jenny in place for that heartless assault eventually provided salvation in the form of Nick Castle’s count, which reached ‘FOUR!’ without Olivia slowing in the slightest. Stepping back with half a heartbeat to spare, Olivia let her eyes flick to the official as she said, “Check on her, Nick. I’m not sure she can continue… or if she even wants to.”
The Innovator looked shopworn, no question of that, but when Castle moved to check her responses, Jacobs put a hand on his chest and pushed him away. “I’m fine, Nick.” she huffed. “Olivia doesn’t hit nearly as hard as she thinks she does.”
“The glass in your eyes says differently, luNNNGGGGGGHHHH!”
Jenny came off the ropes with a Bytch Slap, a head-swiveling backhanded affair that knocked the challenger back half a dozen steps. Suddenly eager to continue their contest, the NorCal Sensation reached out and cuffed the base of Olivia’s neck for another European Uppercut, but instead of winding up to deliver, she grabbed hold of the Briton’s bustier and pulled down! Now, the Blackbird was built in such a way that she’d never spill out of her top, yet stripping was stripping and she instinctively went to set her distended togs to rights. This was all the opening Jenny needed. Dropping low, she hooked Dare behind the knees and swept her to the deck with a Double Leg Takedown. Stretching the Englishwoman’s legs wide, Jenny rose up on her toes and dropped to one knee, all the better to THWHUMP the bony joint into ‘Liv’s trunks!
Far from done, she straightened up, crossed the right leg behind the left, tucked the left shin under her right arm and reached through the center of the ‘4’ to lace her fingers atop the other blonde’s thigh. Rather than roll Dare onto her belly, Jenny simply muscled her into an involuntary headstand, then stepped forward and sank into a crouch so that her downed knee was resting firm against the base of Olivia’s neck.
“AAAAAAAAAWWWWWHHHH GAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHD!” Olivia screamed at the top of her lungs as Jenny tried to touch her boots to the back of her head. Flexible though she was, Dare knew she couldn’t endure the Ladder for long, so she dug her claws into the mat and dragged the both of them a few inches closer to the ropes.
“Give it up, ‘Liv.” Jenny demanded, the frustration evident in her voice. “I’ve submitted you with this enough times to know when you’re done. Fight it and you’ll only end up on the sh-DAMMIT!”
Olivia wrenched herself out from under the champion’s knee. Her legs were still quite trapped (and screaming in pain) however it was much easier to scrabble her way toward the safety of-- “F*CK!” The Storm’s escape efforts all came to naught, as Jenny stood up and marched them both back to the center of the ring. Then she crouched down so the full weight of her ass was pressed atop Olivia’s neck. “GIVE! Jenny roared. “DON’T MAKE ME PUT YOU ON THE SHELF, ‘LIV!”
Dare couldn’t shake her head so she scrabbled and slapped at the Innovator’s hips, hoping against hope a lucky shot would knock Jacobs off balance. Alas, luck was in short supply already and it dwindled to nothing when Jenny halved her grip on the Briton’s thigh. The pain in ‘Liv’s back and neck took a backseat to a brand new anguish, the claw Jenny affixed to the center of her trunks!
“AAAAAAAAAWWWW FAAAAAAHCK, YOOOOUUUUU BYTCH!” Olivia was almost in tears as Jacobs worked her undercarriage with a penthouse-worthy grip.
“That’s CHAMPION bytch to you, sweetie.” Jenny cooed. She eased off on the claw for a moment, slid that dangerous hand into the leg hole of Dare’s black & silver briefs and resumed her previous grip with that much more ahem, verve. Attacked on three different fronts, Olivia still fought, squirmed and otherwise resisted for forty three torturous seconds. But in the end the thought of climaxing herself into a serious lower back injury was enough to force her hand against the mat once, twice, three times.
Nick saw it and patted Jenny’s shoulder twice. “Let it go, now.”
“Ring the bell and I will.”
Castle did and Jacobs kept her promise, though not until the bell sounded and the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL the FAWN World Champion… JENNY JACOBS!”
Jenny extracted her claw, tossed Olivia’s legs aside and casually wiped her fingers off on the Briton’s quivering rump. Rising to her full height, the NorCal Sensation snagged the proffered belt from Nick and slung it over one shoulder. After a few seconds to catch her breath, the victorious blonde slipped a boot under Olivia’s ribs and rolled her onto her back. A boot on Dare’s chest proved the point well enough, not that it stopped Jenny from delivering a callous message to the locker room.
“The woman under my boot is one of my oldest friends in this business and I almost broke her in half to keep this title. If I’d do that to someone I care about, just imagine what I’d do to someone I despise. And for the record, that’s most of you.”
With that she raised the belt high and pressed down on Dare’s chest, making sure it was the last image the FAWNatics saw as the broadcast faded to black.
2 WICKY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xy_8LqenvGA
OLIVIA DARE:
The FAWNatics sprang to their feet and cheered wildly when the speakers produced the somnolently aggressive drumbeat of Hooverphonic’s ‘2Wicky’. Their throat-born thunder crashed all the louder when the former World Champion appeared atop the stage to greet her fans with an index finger raised high overhead.
For tonight‘s row with an old, wayward friend, the British bendy-back sported a pair of stormy black bikini briefs edged with silver trim and cut high enough to offer the audience a tantalizing view of her sculpted hips, thighs and calves. The other half of her ensemble included a matching bustier, also done in black and edged with silver. Short black wrestling shoes and silver knee and elbow pads rounded out the rest of her outfit.
Already strategizing about just how to contend with the wrestling encyclopedia that walked like a woman, Olivia extended her hands to either side of the aisle, though she only stopped to acknowledge a single sign.
‘INNOVATE SOME SENSE INTO HER, ‘LIV!’
“That is EXACTLY, what I intend to do tonight, friend.” Leaving the fan with a smile and a nod, Olivia made her way up the steps, swiped her feet on the apron and strode to the center of the narrow ledge. Gifting the whole of the arena with a grin as she draped her arms over the top rope, Olivia dipped her knees and tumbled backward to land on her feet. Offering her wrists to senior official Nick Castle after a final salute to her fans, Dare asked, “Are Zahn and Montoya still in the building, Nicholas?”
“Zahn’s Instagram has them out of the building as of twenty minutes ago. Even so, I’ve got a few folks watching at various positions just to be safe.”
Dare raised her fists, then her knees, letting the ref do his final inspection on the spot. “I appreciate your diligence. I never would’ve thought I’d need to worry about interference in a bout with Jenny Jacobs, but… well, you know as well as anybody.”
Nick frowned. “I do. Don’t worry ‘Liv, I’ll keep the peace.”
“Don’t try too hard, Nicholas. Jenny and I need to have, let’s call it a spirited discussion as it relates to her recent behavior.” She might’ve gone on, but her music faded out so the Englishwoman backed into the far corner to better view the arrival of FAWN’s World Champ.
“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!"
INVINCIBLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LvDQC5uNnp4
JENNY JACOBS:
Hatred from all corners, the venom still fresh and especially potent even three months removed from their former heroine‘s unexpected betrayal. Unmoved by their sentiment, the speakers kicked into ‘Invincible’ by Adelita’s Way and shortly thereafter the World Champ brushed the curtain aside to greet the enraged throng. Completely unfazed by the vitriole of her former fans, Jacobs paused atop the stage where she undid the big belt around her waist and held it aloft one-handed. “Piss and moan all you want,” she told the nearest camera, “but I’m still the best on the goddamned planet and you’re nothing but background noise.” Issue settled for the moment, she dropped the belt across her shoulder and started for the ring.
For tonight’s meeting with one of the WOLF originals, Jenny sported the new 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. More than happy to hold her golden prize under the noses of every slobbering loser on the aisle, Jenny veered off when she reached the shadow of the squared circle and dove under the bottom rope. On her feet in the blink of an eye, Jenny stormed to the middle of the canvas and raised the World Title one more time. Last month she’d made sure to burn Veronica Treymane before the bell, but when she turned her attention to Olivia there was only a single curt nod. Then she backed up, tossed the strap to Castle and settled in to wait for the fireworks.
Ready, willing and able to boo the duplicitous World Champion for the slightest infraction, the FAWNatics were momentarily taken aback when Jenny came out of her corner along with the opening bell. Olivia did the same and though they proceeded with caution there was no sign of hesitation from either woman. Jacobs stopped a few steps shy of the challenger and took the opportunity to glance around the arena. When she smiled she looked like the Jenny Jacobs that Dare had traveled, roomed and wrestled with for nearly the whole of WOLF’s short, tumultuous existence. That smile was almost enough to make Olivia forget what her friend had done to Veronica Treymane.
Almost.
“Hell of an upgrade, isn’t it ‘Liv?” the Innovator asked. “Doesn’t seem all that long ago that we were beating the hell out of each other in an old warehouse for nothing but a couple dozen drunken frat boys and a few neck beard tape traders.” A wistful expression, almost sad, crossed the champ’s face. “I miss it sometimes. Do you?”
“Do I miss the terrible accommodations, the ring with no give or the fans that thought a ‘meet and greet’ entitled them to a lap dance?” Olivia asked with an arched eyebrow. “Hardly. That Jenny, though. I miss her. I find myself missing her a lot lately.”
Jenny shook her head, disappointed by the response. “She didn’t go anywhere, Olivia. She just woke up and realized what she needed to do. It made her a champion. I thought you of all people would appreciate that.”
“I appreciate hard work and dedication.” Dare countered. “I appreciate dragging your arse out of bed to get to the gym for training on the morning after you had Cassandra Vale put you through a table the night before. What I do NOT appreciate is watching one of my oldest and best friends succumb to frustration and anger en route to claiming a prize I once wore around my waist. There are countless examples of women who ‘failed up’ in this industry Jenny… I never thought you’d be one of them.”
Anger flashed in the NorCal Sensation’s blue eyes. “Hands up, ‘Liv. You want to run your mouth you better be prepared to defend yourself.”
The Oncoming Storm obliged her at once, not for a standard Collar & Elbow, but a single hand raised to the rafters, universal signal for a Test of Strength. The crowd advised against this tactic as strenuously could, correctly noting the havoc Jenny had wrought on poor Veronica Treymane whenever the opportunity for a cheap shot presented itself. Yet Jenny reached up and slapped her palm against the Briton’s without so much as a hint of cattiness. They completed the Test immediately thereafter and then the blondes were leaning into each other full force, their shoulders, backs, buttocks and thighs all shredded into the shadowy relief that meant a real grinding stalemate.
Olivia held her tongue for a good ten seconds, enough to make sure could impose her will on the Test and to rule out any early shortcuts from the champ. “As I was saying,” Dare pushed onto her toes and inched her hands ever so slightly forward, “you let frustration and anger eat away at you. It’s been building up ever since you and Maddy got into it. And things finally boiled over when you decided the easiest way to beat Veronica was to go to her trunks at every NGH!”
Jacobs pushed onto her toes to counter at least a bit of the Brit’s height advantage and chipped away a little more by driving her chest into Olivia’s. “Don’t even THINK about giving me crap about trunk work, ‘Liv. I saw you hustle enough sorority girls and Hooters waitresses for rent to know exactly what you can do with a crotch claw. Not to mention that ‘little death’ you yanked out of Lenore a couple years back. Fact is, you’re better working low than I ever EEERRGHH!”
Dare rose up and rolled her wrists forward, which in turn bent the champ’s hands back at an awkward angle. “Let me be clear on one thing, Jenny.” Olivia pressed down again, sending a soft but noticeable tremor through the smaller blonde’s stems. “I have no moral objection to using a knee or a claw grip or even a good brisk slap between the thighs of an adversary when such tactics have been discussed, agreed or simply acknowledged heading into the contest. YOU my dear Jenny, used the tactic as a catch-all whenever things weren’t going your way and if that WASN’T desperate enough, you straight up threw salt into her eyes!” Dare punctuated by going up on her tiptoes and this time Jenny had to take a step back to keep from sinking to one knee. “What in god’s name were you thinking, Jacobs? You took what should have been the shining moment of your career and tarnished it by throwing away everything that came befNNNGGHHH!”
Jacobs steeled herself, struggled back to even and drove a short, angry Headbutt into the former champion’s chest. “What was I thinking?” she growled. “Simple ’Liv. I was thinking about how tired I was of busting my ass year in and year out only to find myself taking lip from a bipedal piece of shyt like Maddy Crane. I was thinking about how tired I was losing to savages like Lisa Dream, whores like Juliet Bloodwind and dinosaurs like Sydney Deschain. I was NNNGH!”
Olivia stopped the tirade with a Headbutt of her own, the Blackbird’s effort landing flush on the bridge of her opponent’s nose. “So what was Treymane’s offense, luv? Did she cut you in line at catering one too many times? Or were you afraid that she’s just better than OOOOOFFFFHHHH!”
The ’friendly’ contest between old friends escalated when Jacobs pivoted on one foot to THWHUMP the broadside of her thigh into the taller woman’s stomach. Dare gaped and stumbled back a step. It was the perfect opportunity for Jenny to force her to one or both knees, but the champ did not, a tacit invitation for Olivia to do her worst -- after the leader of the Jacobites spoke her piece, of course. “She is NOT better than me, ‘Liv! She’s big and she’s strong, but she’s dumb as a bag of hammers and GUUUUHHHFFH!”
Dare shut the champ up with a straight Kneelift, the Englishwoman driving the bony joint in just above her foe’s navel. “So dumb you needed Montoya and Zahn to save your ass at Mayhem? I still can’t wrap my head around throwing away your friendship with Autumn to pal around with those two sadNNNGGHHOOOFFFHHH!”
Jacobs upped the ante with a Headbutt and a Kneelift, the former hitting Olivia hard enough to bust open her bottom lip. “I’m not friends with the Black Hats, Dare. That was an alliance of convenience, nothing more. But considering how bytchy and judgmental my so-called ‘friends’ are these days, I might grow it into something more than HEYNODONTYOUEERRRHH!”
Determined to knock some sense into her old friend by any means necessary, Olivia twisted one hand loose of the Knuckle-Lock and doubled down on the NorCal Sensation’s left wrist. Clearing off even as she twisted the limb in a wide circle, Dare kicked up her right foot, wedged it against the side of Jenny’s face and laid out on her back all in one smooth motion. Bounced up on one foot by the big ol’ helping of Sole Food, Jenny spiraled to the deck where she was promptly set upon by the lissome English lass. Cinching the far leg tight, Dare rolled the champ in half with a snug Back Press and held on through…
SOLE FOOD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4Y8OIMSNRM
ONE…
TWO…
Jenny powered loose simultaneous with ‘TWO!’, shoved a hand into Olivia’s face and made quick tracks under the bottom rope. The Oncoming Storm let Jenny go, nor did she pursue the champ to the outside. Quick cover aside, she did mean to take her time explaining Jacobs’s many errors as well as just what she could do to make things right. And if she earned a second run as FAWN World Champion as reward for her efforts? Well that was just fine.
Composed and collected after only a few seconds on the floor, Jenny posted up near the guardrail on the off chance the Blackbird wanted to fly. Olivia did indeed approach the edge of the ring, but rather than vault into the aether she grabbed the top rope and sat down on the middle to open the way for the champ’s return. “Whenever you’re feeling ready, Jenny.” Dare said with just a trace of cheek. “Take as much of that count as you need… of course if you get yourself counted out I will happily kick your arse all the way to the parking lot.”
Jacobs rolled her eyes, then flicked two fingers in the challenger’s direction to motion her back. “Get her off the ropes, Nick.” she added. “I don’t need anyone crowding me.” Castle started to do as he was told, but Dare made it a moot point by stepping all the way to center ring. Satisfied, the Innovator put one knee on the apron, grabbed the top rope and boosted herself up only to drop right back down when Olivia took a threatening step forward.
The crowd’s irritation over Jenny’s reluctance blossomed into amusement when the Briton crossed one foot behind the other, spread her arms wide and dipped into a deep curtsey worthy of her superlative partner. Jenny snorted, shook her head and hopped onto the apron. “When did you get to be such a bytch, ‘Liv?”
“When did you get so skittish, Jenny?” Dare fired back.
The NorCal Sensation came through the strands, strode up to the taller woman and rocked her back on her heels with a big shove. “You’re calling me skittish? That’s rich, considering all the times I had to chase you around the damned ring back in _______ (where was WOLF’s home base?)”
Olivia’s answered with a humorless smile. “Aaaahhh, I see you’re mastering the art of revisionist history, an excellent start for anyone with delusions of grandeur.” She raised her hands, mirroring the champion’s nimble stance. “Shall we separate fact from legend, then?”
Jenny beckoned her in. “Bring it on, Dare.” Olivia pounced with the suddenness of her nickname, a quick aggressive effort that would’ve smudged Jacobs against the ropes if she hadn’t pivoted on one foot and PWAAAAKED a heavy Back Kick into the other blonde’s belly. There was a loud ‘OFFFHH!’ followed by a crisp THWHACK and some groans from the crowd as Jenny followed with a Soccer Kick directly between the challenger’s eyes.
Knocked up on her toes by that second strike, Olivia instinctively tried to defend high and paid the price in the form of another Back Kick from the Innovator. She practically folded over the third kick, which offered Jacobs a golden opportunity to round on her heel and run the ropes. The FAWNatics raised their voice in warning and Dare must’ve heard because she twisted away half a heartbeat before Jenny put a boot through the spot so recently occupied by her temple. Snarling as she skidded through a one-kneed landing, Jenny popped up and resumed her attack, only this time the Englishwoman was waiting for her with a quick Pump Kick to the belly that knocked her back against the strands. Irksome of course, yet no one’s idea of a game changer, as Jacobs immediately bounced off and THWHAP! Olivia charged, swung around on her left foot and just buried her right knee in the American’s belly hard enough to send somersaulting into a rough seat on the mat!
KITCHEN SINK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=e3YK7d0rvOI
Angered more by the fact of the cheap shot than the force of Jenny’s kicks (not that those didn’t sting a great deal) a stone-faced Dare ran by the penitent blonde, bounced off the ropes and raced back into a low-flying slide that afforded the perfect angle to THWHACK a heavy Forearm Smash off her opponent’s chin! Jenny got knocked flat, her legs shooting skyward for easy collection. Hooking the far one tight, ‘Liv pressed her forearm into the ridge of Jacobs’s jaw and ground down while Castle smacked the mat…
THUNDEROUS FOREARM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ojFJsDrB1k
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TWO…
The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds kicked out with a whole second to spare, though Dare noted she didn’t (or couldn’t) try to roll out of the ring again. “I’ve never once complained about someone teein’ off on me.” Olivia noted as she plunged her hands into the other blonde’s sporty tousle. “But any woman who swings at me better be bloody well prepared to face the consequences!”
Hauling Jacobs to her feet with a yank so rough it drew a warning from the ref, the former World Champ cupped her left hand against the back of Jenny’s head and pulled her down and in even as she brought her right arm slicing up at a near perfect forty-five degrees! Dare’s European Uppercut sounded like most women’s Super Kick and this one wasn’t exceptional in the regard. What really made it stand out were the three identical Uppercuts Olivia tacked on afterward!
Four quick shots was enough to have Jenny stepping in fencepost holes, alas it wasn’t enough to quell the challenger’s desire to teach her friend a lesson. So she grabbed a wrist, stepped back and hurled at a corner on the far side of the ring. Understandably dazed after this unexpected exposure to British Strong Style, Jacobs couldn’t halt her progress, though she at least managed to make sure her back took the brunt of the impact. Whether this was a wise choice or not was up for debate as the Blackbird followed in at top speed and actually left her feet for a running European Uppercut that mashed the Innovator against the roughly-padded buckles.
Deep in the groove after a quartet of the stiffest Uppercuts in FAWN, Olivia was in no mood to stop, so she claimed Jenny’s wrist, dropped back a couple of steps and tossed her across the squared circle to the opposite corner. A second Running European Uppercut segued into a third Irish Whip which flowed perfectly into a THIRD Running European Uppercut! That was seven Uppercuts in all, a tally that quickly grew to ten when Dare hooked her left arm around the back of Jenny’s slumped head and checked her chin three more times.
EUROPEAN UPPERCUT BARRAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-5mOCuuyWQ
Finally pausing to catch her breath, Olivia pressed a shoulder between the American’s breasts a she leaned in to murmur in her ear. “That’s how you smite a girl, Jenny my dear. And this is how you show her the error of her ways.” Pivoting so her back was to the champ, ‘Liv reached over one shoulder with both hands to secure a Three Quarters Facelock and deftly flipped Jacobs onto her tush with a Snapmare. Jenny grimaced and reached for her tailbone, a pain she forgot the instant Olivia sat down behind her and slipped her legs around opposing waist.
“Eeeeeeeeerrrhhhh… don’t waste my time!” Jenny spat at Nick when the black & white moved to close in. “I don’t subm--”
Dare pushed up on her hands and extended her legs, sending another wicked constriction through her blonde’s ribs. “He was right to check, Jen.” Olivia countered. “I’ve worked you over from the opening bell, in fact the only offense you’ve managed was off that cheap kick earlier. Did winning the World Title really make you that complacent so quick NNNGGHHH!”
The NorCal Sensation shut her up with a dagger-point elbow to the left thigh. “You caught me off guard ‘Liv, can’t lie.” she huffed. “Guess maybe I expected a little more professional courtesy from an old friNNGGGGHHH!”
Dare drilled a short Forearm Smash across the base of Jacobs’s neck, then used her left arm to lift her foe’s left arm at an unpleasant angle. From there she slipped her right arm beneath it and angled the captured limb behind her own head, which made it that much easier for the Oncoming Storm to secure an S-Grip against the opposite side of Jenny’s face! Bearing down on the Scissors while simultaneously wreeeeeeeeeeeenching on the grounded Abdominal Stretch, Olivia shook her head in dismay. “This is the most courtesy you’ll get out of me tonight, Jenny. If I gave you what you really deserved I’d be working a claw down your trunks this instant.”
BODYSCISSORS W/ ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BaCVwSc0OJY
The champion didn’t respond to that particular barb, her attention was currently split between controlling her breathing and figuring a way out of the Brit’s simple yet effective torture. After several seconds of struggling (as well as a few ‘TAP!’ chants which galled her to no end) Jenny sat up as best she could and reached over with her right hand. She found Dare’s chin easily enough, but the limber lovely turned her head away at once, making any potential rake or claw a much more difficult proposition.
“Hook my mouth and I’ll bite your fingers, Jenny.” Olivia promised. “Hook my nose and I’ll wrench your neck. Rake my eyes and I’ll crack a rib.” She demonstrated the extent of her dedication by bearing down on both halves of the painful Stretch. “In short, if you do anything other than remind me why you’re worthy of FAWN’s World Championship, I will do everything in my power to make you look foolish while you suff--” Dare’s breath caught in a surprised, angry hiss as Jacobs slid her hand down the front of the challenger’s bustier for a spiteful pincer grip on her left nipple.
“You going to let go, ‘Liv? Or do I have to start twisting?” Jenny’s asked over the ‘ooooohhhhh’s’ of the crowd.
The Blackbird bared her teeth, bore down on the Bodyscissors and let out a little moan of pain when the NorCal Sensation carried through on her threat. “I’ll make you beg, ‘Liv. Swear to god I will. Or you can let me go and have this sorry excuse for a--”
Jenny’s turn to gasp as Dare halved her S-Grip to secure a retaliatory pincer on the other blonde’s right breast. “Is this how it’s going to be?” Olivia growled. “Do I have to strip you down and show you off to make you see reasEEERRRGHHHHH!”
The Englishwoman had turned her head for a better view of her captive and paid the price when Jacobs relinquished the pincer in favor of a thumb to the eye! Give Olivia a lot of credit, she made Jenny pay for the transgression with a truly hellish squeeze that forced a breathless sob from Jacobs’s lips. But by answering a claw with a claw she allowed the Innovator to slip her head free, meaning it was only the Scissors keeping her in place. Hardly a comfortable position, however Jenny maintained her composure and used her recently-freed left arm to drive a few elbows into Olivia’s belly. A half dozen loosened the Scissors to the point Jacobs could maneuver around so she was on her knees facing the Briton. Olivia understood she was losing control and made the champion pay for it with another groan inducing squeeze, alas Jenny would not be denied and she CRA-CRAAACKED the challenger’s cheeks with a pair of metronoming Bytch Slaps.
Dare grunted and collapsed back on her elbows, the Scissors loose but still snug enough to keep the blondes together. The Innovator didn’t argue, rather she leaned into her adversary, grabbed a handful of hair and dragged her into a Front Facelock. From there she clambered to one knee and then back to full verticality with those tenacious Scissors still wrapped around her waist. They stayed that way for a few seconds, Jenny catching her breath, Olivia doing everything she could to steal it away again. The stalemate ended when Jacobs curled her left hand into a fist and pounded it into the other blonde’s ribs more than a dozen times. Dare’s ankles finally, mercifully unlocked and she would’ve slipped to the canvas if the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds hadn’t hooked her arm under ‘Liv’s right leg in a sort of inside leg cradle. No sooner was it set did Jenny muscle her burden directly overhead and bust out a quick quarter turn before sitting out to THAWHAM the challenger flat on her back with a huge Cradle Driver! Keeping Dare’s captured leg hooked after impact, Jenny pulled back as hard as she could while Castle counted…
CRADLE DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rHxqB7gr7_A
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Olivia broke free with half a second to spare, denying the World Champ a spectacular flash finish. Jenny didn’t seem to mind, indeed she didn’t even question Castle about the speed of his count after she’d stood up and tucked her hair back behind her ears. “Did you threaten to show me off to these people, ‘Liv?” the NorCal Sensation asked while Dare rolled onto all fours and tried to rise. “Is that really a game you want to play with me?”
“Nuuuuhhhh…. no game, luv.” Olivia huffed. “But I’ll do what’s necessary to make you into the champion you OOOOOFFFHHH!”
Jenny stepped up and unloaded a Soccer Kick on the other woman’s ribs, not exactly innovative, but damned effective in stealing the Brit’s breath. The force of it flopped Dare onto her back, meaning she got a quick glimpse of Jenny leaving her feet just before she kicked ‘em up and dropped back to THWHUMP all her weight down on the challenger’s chest with a huge Senton.
JUMPING SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KjtU1kSW2DI
“Don’t even think about suggesting I’m the ‘wrong kind’ of World Champion, ‘Liv. Don’t you dare.” Jenny sounded legitimately angry as she rolled to one knee and filled her hands with the gasping grappler’s hair. “If there’s one thing that assholes like Portia and Emily and Susan have taught us is, there’s no such thing as the wrong way to defend the World Title. Those chicks used every dirty trick in the book to either win or defend this damned belt and no one tried to give them douchey pep-talks.” Jenny yanked Olivia to her feet by the hair, slipped around in front of her and dropped to one knee to flip the breathless Briton onto her tush with a beautiful Hairmare. Snuggling in against Dare’s back, Jacobs reached across ’Liv’s torso to grab her right foot, which she promptly tugged into place across Dare’s right thigh in a Figure Four. Wedging her left heel in against the other blonde’s right ankle, Jenny stretched herself across Olivia’s back, slipped her left arm under opposing bicep and craaaaaaaaaaaanked up and back to complete her own twist on the Abdominal Stretch.
GROUNDED ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wt12Z0ACoaU
As if things weren’t unpleasant enough for the Oncoming Storm, Jenny pressed her right hand to Dare’s exposed flank and dug in with an Iron Claw. “Ask her.” Jacobs told Nick after five seconds or so. “Not if she submits, but if she’s done running her prissy little mouth.”
Olivia flashed a hard smile in spite of the pain. “Rest assured my prissy little mouth will be running non-stop when they announce me as a two-time FAWN World ChampEEERRRRGGGHHHH!”
acobs shorted the Iron Claw to hook her index finger into the side of her opponent’s mouth. “You won’t be saying much of anything when this match is over, babe. If you’re even conscious it’ll only be to tell Castle where it hurts. Here’s a hint, everywhere.”
“Enough with the fishhook, Jenny.” Nick said after the infraction exceeded his internal five count.
“Whatever you say, ref.” Jacobs broke the fishhook, slipped three fingers over the Englishwoman’s upper jaw and pulled back for another wicked punishment. “Give it up, ‘Liv.” the champ demanded. “Unless you want these people to see you ugly-crying in the center of the ring.”
Dare couldn’t actually answer, what with Jenny trying to turn her into a Pez Dispenser, but she waggled a finger to make sure Castle and Jacobs knew she wasn’t giving up. “Dammit Jenny, keep away from her face, I mean it!”
Jenny rolled her eyes, but released the grip without complaint. “Fine, whatever you say. Just remember, she wasn’t screaming before.”
Nick didn’t much like the sound of that, not that he had any real time to react to what happened next. Flattening her free hand into a paddle, Jenny slipped it into the side of the challenger’s bustier and raaaaaaaaked her across the chest before once again settling on a vile pincer grip. “OOOOOOOWWWWWWW YOU TWAT!” Olivia shrieked in pain and outrage as the Innovator ransacked the contents of her top. “I swear Jenny, you better let go right now or I’ll AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH FAHK!”
Jacobs countered with a twist / pull combination so wicked it would’ve earned a submission inquiry from Castle if Dare hadn’t shaken him off before the words left his mouth. “What are you going to do if I don’t, huh ‘Liv?” Jenny asked once she’d dialed the pressure down ever so slightly. “Are you going to fight as dirty as I am now? Go right ahead, that’s hardly a deterrent, as far as I’m concerned.” She slid her hand sideways, teased the Briton’s bud for a moment, then resumed the white-knuckled torture. “That belt you want, the one that once resided around your waist, it’s mine now. I won it by being smarter, quicker and most importantly, meaner, than that brat Treymane. So if you want it around your waist again you’re going to have to be meaner than I am. And ‘Liv, you’re as tough as they come but you’re not mean.”
Dare drew in a deep breath and tried to let it out evenly, a real trick with the Innovator trying to twist her dials in the wrong direction. “Keep working my top like a gutless little twat and you’ll find out just how mean I can be, JennNNEERRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!”
Jacobs extricated her hand from Olivia’s bustier only to curve it into another claw which she fasted to the center of the challenger’s trunks. “Ask her.” Jenny looked Castle dead in the eye as she said it, though she made sure her lips were brushing against Dare’s ear as she gouged away at the Blackbird’s undercarriage. “Ask her if she really wants to endure more of this for--f*ck.”
Olivia got her left hand against the back of Jenny’s left foot and shoved it away from her own right ankle. Doing so broke the Figure Four and thus made it much easier for ‘Liv to pull NO! Quick to adjust to the changing circumstances, Jenny hooked her left leg over Dare’s flailing limb and rolled back onto her side to stack the Englishwoman on her shoulders in a makeshift Crucifix! Already close to the action, Nick swooped in and counted off…
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The ever-limber blonde squeaked free of the predicament with half a second to spare, though she was slow to all fours in the aftermath of Jacobs catty wrestling clinic. Noting the vulnerability, Jenny moved around to her opponent’s flank and deftly hopped up so she was standing with both feet planted on Dare’s back! The extra weight made Olivia’s arms tremble violently, but the proud grappler wasn’t about to let the champ treat her like a damned doormat, so she steadied her nerves then pushed up with everything she could muster. The effort was successful only in part. While it dislodged the NorCal Sensation from her perch, the freedom proved short-lived as Jacobs hurled herself into a flawless back-flip that brought her THWHUMPING down across Dare’s lower back.
Olivia hit the canvas hard, the air ‘oooofffhh’ing out of her lungs even as she wrapped both arms around her throbbing torso. Ignoring the pin for the time being, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds slid around to the other blonde’s head, leaned in over her back and wormed her hands between ‘Liv and that mat. Dare squirmed and fought but the trap was already sprung, Jenny snatching hold of her foe’s wrists and pulling them tight against her torso while simultaneously hauling up. Wedged in the straightjacket long before she was set on her feet, the Oncoming Storm could only brace for impact when Jenny dipped her knees and hoisted her upside down. Jacobs didn’t bother to savor the stall, indeed it was less than two seconds from inversion to implosion, as the NorCal Sensation rocked back on her heels and dropped to her butt to THWHONK the crown of her rival’s head into the mat with a thunderous Piledriver.
STRAIGHTJACKET PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcc3So4risM
Olivia popped loose and landed on her back, the usually vibrant Brit little more than a breathing starfish when Jenny grabbed her by one wrist and dragged her to the center of the ring where she splashed down across her chest and hooked the leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Olivia bucked to one side and shot an arm into the air to remind folks that Storm Warning was still very much in effect. Jenny was nonplussed, the Innovator channeling any frustration she might’ve felt into a vigorous hair-pull to help peel Dare off the mat. Sidling up behind the knock-kneed Englishwoman, Jacobs looped an arm around Olivia’s tummy, pulled her in close and whispered, “Fight as long as you want, ‘Liv. I’ve got a nearly infinite number of ways to entertain myself whoopin’ your bony ass.”
With that she ducked, stuck her head under the blonde’s left arm and braced her left hand against the back of Dare’s left thigh. Quick to act on her threat, Jacobs bent her knees and boosted Olivia up onto her right shoulder for-- the Blackbird pushed off in time with the champ’s lift and the extra momentum gave her everything she needed to roll out of Jenny’s grasp. Landing hard on one knee, Dare snatched hold of her opponent’s waistband and jerked her into a Forearm Smash that THWHAPPED against the small of her back.
Jenny grimaced, stumbled forward, then went up on her toes keening like a klaxon siren because the vengeful challenger doubled down on her briefs and tried to pull them up over her head! Olivia maintained the wedgie long enough to regain her feet, then she looped her left hand over the smaller woman’s chin and pulled her back at an awkward angle. Still quite distracted by position of her traitorous briefs, Jacobs gave her cupped chin scant notice, which proved costly when Dare twisted into her and THWHACKED a stiff European Uppercut off the base of her skull! Jenny’s knees went weak, making it that much easier for Olivia to grab her left shin and fold it so that her heel was pressed against her own tush. Finishing her prep with a half Waistlock and her head stuffed beneath the champ’s left arm, Dare muscled the other blonde to about two o’clock then slung her back the way she’d came and went down on one knee to drive that exposed shin against her posted knee! Jacobs’s wail of pain raised no sympathy from the betrayed Jacobites, in fact they got that much louder when Olivia popped her hips and just dumped Jenny on the back of her head and shoulders with a huge Backdrop Suplex!
SHINBREAKER & BACKDROP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGXNiiqTB2s
Jacobs rolled through to a glassy-eyed seat, a perfect candidate for pinning that Olivia ignored in favor of balancing a few more lines on the ledger. Fingers hooked deep in Jenny’s hair, Olivia hauled her to boot leather then doubled her right the hell over with a single Kneelift that hit *just* high enough to miss Low Blow status. Satisfying as the shot was, it also had strategic merit, as Dare illustrated once she moved around to the champ’s left side.
“You don’t have to remind me of your offensive capabilities, Jenny.” the Blackbird muttered as she reached over Jacobs’s back and claimed her right wrist. “What interests me is just how many ways you’ll KISS my arse before I grow weary of the feeling.”
“Fuuuhhh… f*ck you, ‘LivVVRGUURRHK!” Dare reached over Jenny’s head with her left hand, grabbed the champ’s dangling wrist and pulled it snug to her throat in a half Straightjacket. The right arm she’d already folded into a Hammerlock, meaning Jacobs was defenseless when Olivia hopped up and pressed her knees to the NorCal Sensation’s back. “NNNNNGGGGGHHHH!’” was followed by ‘OOOOOOOOHHHH!’ and a great deal of cheering as the Double Dare blew all the air from Jacobs’s lungs, leaving her shrunken and quite docile as ‘Liv shoveled her onto her back and hooked the far leg for…
DOUBLE DARE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pH_zGsVP0vg
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Jenny kicked out with enough left over to flop over onto her tummy, which proved beneficial only in the short term. While it did keep the challenger from attempting an immediate follow-up, it offered the Innovator’s back on a silver platter. Far too hungry to refuse such a gift, Olivia straddled the smaller woman’s back, leaned forward and threaded her calves against Jenny’s shins.
Breathless or not, Jacobs had spent enough time sparring the Englishwoman to know what happened next and so she wrapped her arms around the back of her head to prevent Dare from taking hold. “Clever defense, Jenny.” Olivia sounded anything but disappointed as she braced all her weight on her left hand. “Of course it leaves me with only one option.”
Jacobs realized her mistake a half second before the other blonde’s fist slammed into her kidney. “UUUUNNNNGGHHH BYTCH!” The NorCal Sensation abandoned her guard to reach for Dare’s head and ended up surrendering her hands in the process. Snatching both wrists in a tight grip, ‘Liv folded them between her rival’s shoulders to complete a Double Hammerlock. Far from finished, Dare leaned down and in until she was riding Jenny’s back and thus using her own body weight to keep the limbs trapped. Chin tucked against her chest in a final fit of defiance, Jenny ground her forehead against the canvas and growled, “Don’t even think about it, Dare. You don’t wantTTEERRRGHHHHH AAAAAHHHHHHHH!”
Olivia hooked her index fingers in the champ’s mouth to wrench her head backward, then switched over to a perfectly legal Chinlock. Dare Snare cinched in tight, Olivia streeeeeeeeeeeetched her legs wide and reefed back on Jenny’s neck like she meant to stretch it double. “I’ve got you trapped, friend of mine.” the Blackbird huffed in response to Jenny’s first round of furious submission denials. “The whole of your body is currently under my control and not even someone with your creative bent could rake, bite or claw her way out of this predicament. The way I see it, that leaves you with two options.”
“Nuuuhhh…not gonna quit, ‘Liv!” Jacobs groaned through clenched teeth.
Olivia nodded, glad to hear the steel in her friend’s voice despite the circumstances and stakes. “Glad to hear it. That means you’ll have to find some of that infamous Jenny Jacobs tenacity and make your way to the ropes before I break your back. And now that we understand each other, your grace period ends in five, four, three, two--”
“Go f*ck yourself OliviEEEEERRRRRRHHHHHHH!”
The FAWN World Champion wailed long and loud as a former champ tried to split her up the middle while wrenching her head from her shoulders. Understanding that unconsciousness could defeat her when pain could not, Jenny planted her knees against the mat and tried to inch her way forward, alas the shift was noted by Dare, who immediately drove her hips into Jacobs’s tush to flatten her out all over again. “Try harder, Jenny. Perhaps a little humiliation could serve as a proper motivator?” Olivia raised her hips and smek-smek-smecked them against the trapped blonde’s upraised buns, then ground out a taut little figure-eight to boot.
Jenny did turn pink, though from embarrassment or pain, no one knew. Gritting her teeth to stifle another outcry, Jacobs stayed still for several seconds, then began to rock her torso back n’ forth. It wasn’t an attempt to roll, such an effort would’ve been doomed to failure with her legs grapevined as they were. No, Jenny had been snared in stages, which meant she had to free herself in stages. And the only part of her that wasn’t actively clutched or stretched was…THERE! Jenny wrenched her arms out from under Dare’s encroaching weight and promptly latched onto the Briton’s wrists. “You won’t break my grip, Jenny.” Olivia murmured. “In fact.” she slid her hands north from the champ’s chin so that her palms snugged against Jenny’s mouth and nose.
The HOM Smother sped up Jenny’s timetable considerably and though she would’ve loved to tear her way out of the Dare Snare, ‘Liv had left her with only one option. Closing her eyes to fight off the darkness gathering at the edge of her vision, Jenny drove her elbows into the mat and dragged them both forward by several inches. Dare never made it easy on her, indeed she applied that much more strain to both the smother and the grapevine during the nearly endless thirty seconds it took Jenny to cross the canvas desert. Red-faced and wheezing with less than a foot between her fingertips and freedom, Jacobs reaaaaaaaaaached with all her might, but was rewarded with nothing more than a thunderous ‘TAP!’ chant.
“Hear that?” asked a grim-faced Olivia. “That’s the sound of trading in every bit of earned good will for the low, low cost of injuring Maddy, spitting on your friendship with Autumn and cheating Veronica out of what was--”
Jenny screamed through those muzzling hands as she lurched forward and wrapped an arm around the bottom rope. “Break the hold, ‘Liv.” Castle said at once.
Olivia obliged, albeit far slower than she normally would. In the end she planted a knee between Jacobs’s shoulders, pressed a knee to the back of her head and pressed down until the Innovator hissed in pain. “You don’t deserve this ring, not after what you’ve done. But if you insist on crawling back night after night, I’ll insist on making you pay proper homage.” Nick started to count so Olivia pushed off and stepped back, the steely-eyed Englishwoman begging Jenny to stand when the champ could barely scrape herself off the canvas.
Back to the other blonde as she clambered her way to verticality, Jenny kept her breathing steady until a cough racked her so hard she almost doubled over the top rope. “How you doing, Jenny?” Castle sounded concerned despite his charge’s unpleasant new attitude. “Can you continue?”
When Jenny turned she didn’t even look at the official, her eyes were only for Olivia. “You think I’d go back and change the last six months if I could, ‘Liv?” she croaked. “I wouldn’t. I’d still put Crane on the shelf. I’d still bury that chair in Autumn’s gut and I’d DAMN SURE kick Veronica’s junk up between her shoulders! You think I give a damn about them? About this?” Jenny raised a single ‘J’ before dismissing it with a savage flick of her wrist. “None of it means shyt because there’s a little gold plate on that big gold belt that’s got MY name on it. That’s the only thing I care about any more, so shut your f*cking mouth and fight me, if you’ve got the--”
‘Guts’ would’ve been the next word out of her mouth if Olivia hadn’t stepped in and slapped the Innovator’s face sideways on her head. “Thank you for clarifying your position, Jacobs.” Dare said in a near whisper. “You’ve made this much eas--”
Jacobs shoved off the strands, leading with a Haymaker that sent the Blackbird reeling in a drunken stagger. “Didn’t I tell you to shut your f*cking moutNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Olivia stormed into the breach and snapped the American’s head back with the stiffest European Uppercut in all of FAWN. Jenny tasted copper, knew Dare had split her bottom lip and responded in kind. The champ’s effort didn’t pack quite as much power, but there was still a rill of blood running from the side of the challenger’s mouth when she caught her balance. Dabbing at it with one thumb, Olivia regarded the crimson blandly, then nodded at her foe. “A memorable effort from an otherwise forgettable champion.”
“You snide little cunt, you’re going to spit teeth all over this NNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Olivia hit her a third time and Jenny’s answering blast came with no snark whatsoever. That spark triggered a raging inferno that saw the pair of blondes going at it hammer and tongs with the sole purpose of dislocating her opponent’s jaw. Credit to the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds, she stood firm against the Oncoming Storm longer than just about anyone, but Olivia Dare simply did not lose Uppercut duels and she only hit harder as Jacobs started to slow down. One unanswered shot became two, two became three and after a fourth Uppercut Jacobs collapsed into the ropes, their protection the only thing keeping her from tumbling all the way to the floor. Angered and saddened by the sight before her, Dare stepped in, crooked an arm around the back of the champ’s head and just HAMMERED her tits with a murderous cannonade of Forearm Smashes that had even the most betrayed of the Jacobites cringing over their former heroine.
Silver lining, the ropes that held Jenny in place for that heartless assault eventually provided salvation in the form of Nick Castle’s count, which reached ‘FOUR!’ without Olivia slowing in the slightest. Stepping back with half a heartbeat to spare, Olivia let her eyes flick to the official as she said, “Check on her, Nick. I’m not sure she can continue… or if she even wants to.”
The Innovator looked shopworn, no question of that, but when Castle moved to check her responses, Jacobs put a hand on his chest and pushed him away. “I’m fine, Nick.” she huffed. “Olivia doesn’t hit nearly as hard as she thinks she does.”
“The glass in your eyes says differently, luNNNGGGGGGHHHH!”
Jenny came off the ropes with a Bytch Slap, a head-swiveling backhanded affair that knocked the challenger back half a dozen steps. Suddenly eager to continue their contest, the NorCal Sensation reached out and cuffed the base of Olivia’s neck for another European Uppercut, but instead of winding up to deliver, she grabbed hold of the Briton’s bustier and pulled down! Now, the Blackbird was built in such a way that she’d never spill out of her top, yet stripping was stripping and she instinctively went to set her distended togs to rights. This was all the opening Jenny needed. Dropping low, she hooked Dare behind the knees and swept her to the deck with a Double Leg Takedown. Stretching the Englishwoman’s legs wide, Jenny rose up on her toes and dropped to one knee, all the better to THWHUMP the bony joint into ‘Liv’s trunks!
Far from done, she straightened up, crossed the right leg behind the left, tucked the left shin under her right arm and reached through the center of the ‘4’ to lace her fingers atop the other blonde’s thigh. Rather than roll Dare onto her belly, Jenny simply muscled her into an involuntary headstand, then stepped forward and sank into a crouch so that her downed knee was resting firm against the base of Olivia’s neck.
“AAAAAAAAAWWWWWHHHH GAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHD!” Olivia screamed at the top of her lungs as Jenny tried to touch her boots to the back of her head. Flexible though she was, Dare knew she couldn’t endure the Ladder for long, so she dug her claws into the mat and dragged the both of them a few inches closer to the ropes.
“Give it up, ‘Liv.” Jenny demanded, the frustration evident in her voice. “I’ve submitted you with this enough times to know when you’re done. Fight it and you’ll only end up on the sh-DAMMIT!”
Olivia wrenched herself out from under the champion’s knee. Her legs were still quite trapped (and screaming in pain) however it was much easier to scrabble her way toward the safety of-- “F*CK!” The Storm’s escape efforts all came to naught, as Jenny stood up and marched them both back to the center of the ring. Then she crouched down so the full weight of her ass was pressed atop Olivia’s neck. “GIVE! Jenny roared. “DON’T MAKE ME PUT YOU ON THE SHELF, ‘LIV!”
Dare couldn’t shake her head so she scrabbled and slapped at the Innovator’s hips, hoping against hope a lucky shot would knock Jacobs off balance. Alas, luck was in short supply already and it dwindled to nothing when Jenny halved her grip on the Briton’s thigh. The pain in ‘Liv’s back and neck took a backseat to a brand new anguish, the claw Jenny affixed to the center of her trunks!
“AAAAAAAAAWWWW FAAAAAAHCK, YOOOOUUUUU BYTCH!” Olivia was almost in tears as Jacobs worked her undercarriage with a penthouse-worthy grip.
“That’s CHAMPION bytch to you, sweetie.” Jenny cooed. She eased off on the claw for a moment, slid that dangerous hand into the leg hole of Dare’s black & silver briefs and resumed her previous grip with that much more ahem, verve. Attacked on three different fronts, Olivia still fought, squirmed and otherwise resisted for forty three torturous seconds. But in the end the thought of climaxing herself into a serious lower back injury was enough to force her hand against the mat once, twice, three times.
Nick saw it and patted Jenny’s shoulder twice. “Let it go, now.”
“Ring the bell and I will.”
Castle did and Jacobs kept her promise, though not until the bell sounded and the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL the FAWN World Champion… JENNY JACOBS!”
Jenny extracted her claw, tossed Olivia’s legs aside and casually wiped her fingers off on the Briton’s quivering rump. Rising to her full height, the NorCal Sensation snagged the proffered belt from Nick and slung it over one shoulder. After a few seconds to catch her breath, the victorious blonde slipped a boot under Olivia’s ribs and rolled her onto her back. A boot on Dare’s chest proved the point well enough, not that it stopped Jenny from delivering a callous message to the locker room.
“The woman under my boot is one of my oldest friends in this business and I almost broke her in half to keep this title. If I’d do that to someone I care about, just imagine what I’d do to someone I despise. And for the record, that’s most of you.”
With that she raised the belt high and pressed down on Dare’s chest, making sure it was the last image the FAWNatics saw as the broadcast faded to black.