Post by bigfan on Oct 21, 2017 23:43:38 GMT
Notes consulted and tucked away, the Announcer raised his microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for--”
“SHUT THE HELL UP, IDIOT!”
Announcer and crowd alike all turned to the stage, where a furious blonde had materialized in conjunction with that needle-scratch of an interruption. Already halfway down the aisle, Rose Evans raised her own mic and spat, “The following beatdown is scheduled for right goddamned now and will continue for as long as I see f*cking fit! Introducing first, hailing from Buffalo, New York, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-one pounds. She is the Smartest Girl in the Room, not to mention this whole building, ROSE EVANS!”
ROSE EVANS:
The crowd, having regained their bearings, let the former Barely Legal member have it with both barrels as she hopped onto the apron and slipped into the ring with none of her previous tawdry style. Though she wasn’t scheduled for battle, Rose was very much dressed for it, sporting her standard attire of plaid mini-skirt and black bustier, the former offering the briefest glimpse of lace panties as she passed through the ropes. Rounding on the Announcer as soon as she was ensconced in the ring, Rose snapped her fingers at the poor flummoxed dope and said, “You, get a ref out here. NOW.” With that task properly mandated, she turned her attention to the entryway.
“CHADWICK!” she bellowed. “MENDOZA! Get your traitorous asses out here! You wanna kick me to the curb? You want to put me on the shelf? I got news for you bytches, it’s gonna take more than an up-jumped sidekick and an off the rack blonde and her helicopter mom to keep me down for long. I’m back, I’m stronger than ever and I’ll be damned if I let this ‘Mania pass me by without slapping you to tears in front of all these slobbering idiots!”
The fans, who’d actually been rallying behind Rose’s righteous anger, turned on her full force at the ‘slobbering idiots’ jab. Evans paid them no mind, her rage was elsewhere at the moment. “Gabby… Ginnifer, hell, I’ll even take that leather couch you call a mother. I don’t care which one of you it is, but one of you is going to step through these ropes and get humiliated tonight. So who steps up? My gutless ex-partner? Or the so-called replacement?”
No response save for the jeers of the crowd. Five seconds became ten, spun out to twenty with nothing but buzz and exponentially increasing irritation from Rose. “Nothing? Really? You bytch-faces are going to make me come back--”
AMANDA JANE GIARDI:
The curtain parted and a woman stepped through, though not one of the three Evans called out. Acknowledging the cheers with a single quick salute, Amanda Jane Giardi looked at the frowning blonde and said, “Rose, I understand that you’re angry, but management really doesn’t appreciate anyone trying to highjack the biggest show of the year. They ESPECIALLY don’t appreciate it when they know that you know that Rose and Ginnifer aren’t even here tonight. They are, as you well know, down in Miami hosting a watch party on South Beach. So all of this venom you’re spitting sounds great, but with your targets in no position to respond, you’re just wasting valuable time. So the way I see it, you have two options. You can either leave the ring right now and let the show resume as scheduled or you can settle back in a corner and prepare yourself for an impromptu match.”
Nonplussed by the reveal of her deception, Rose smirked and taunted, “What, you going to come down here and teach me a lesson, old woman? As I recall, you traded in the spotlight for the Madhouse when you realized your best days were behind you.”
The Astonishing One let the crowd ‘ooohhhhh’ for a moment before she replied. “I don’t need one of my best days to school you, Evans. But tonight isn’t about me, it’s about the future of FAWN. So my question stands. Do you want to leave? Or do you want a match?”
“Get her out here, Giardi. Whichever slice of bikini meat you’ve been seasoning over there in the Madhouse, get her punk ass down to the ring so I can show the world you’re an even shyttier trainer than wrestler.”
She dropped the mic and backed into the far corner just as Merle the referee came jogging down to ringside. Sliding under the bottom rope, he picked up the mic, walked over to the edge and handed it to the Announcer along with a small white card.
The Announcer consulted it, offered Merle a thanks and called out, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Blue Bay, Florida, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and seventeen pounds. Making her debut in the FAWN Arena, this is MACY RENQUIST!”
Cheers rose up alongside the opening to Cage the Elephant’s ‘Mess Around’ as the Mania crowd got out of their seats to welcome the Slappin’ Sensation to the big show. Macy obliged them shortly thereafter, brushing through the curtain to stand beside her trainer and mentor. Clad in a bulky red & white varsity jacket and sporting an oversized pair of red headphones, Renquist pulled aside half of the latter so ‘Manda J could murmur in her ear. Nodding once, the blonde slipped her gear back into place and started down the ramp with Giardi trailing several steps behind. Apparently butterfly-free despite the magnitude of the event around her, Renquist bobbed her head to the beat and returned the high-fives extended in her direction all without taking her attention off Rose.
MACY RENQUIST:
Heading for the stairs once she cleared the aisle, Macy made quick time onto the apron and through the ropes. She claimed the center of the ring in short order and expanded her fan base exponentially when she doffed the jacket to show off a strappy white two piece with pink trim and pink accents. Her knee and elbow pads were an identical pink, while the ankle wraps she wore in place of boots were matte black. Revealed to be almost solid muscle and sinew once shod of her varsity jacket, Renquist scanned the crowd one more time before she headed to her corner where she hung up the jacket for safe keeping.
The headphones were still in place when Merle hurried over to check her pads and wraps, which she offered without hesitation. Once he was done he motioned for her to remove the headphones. “Gonna keep those over here, Macy?”
Renquist peeled ‘em off, then set them around the post atop her jacket. “You know me already, Merle. Wish me luck?”
“I’m not supposed to, bias and all, but… “ he leaned in under the guise of checking her elbow pads one last time. “Good luck. Be warned, Rose is kind of a brat.”
Macy smiled, her dark eyes twinkling with all the lights of Fawnamania. “No worries, Merle. I know how to deal with brats.”
Her foul mood far from soothed by this pathetic imposter, Rose made the best of a bad situation by superimposing Chadwick’s smug little face atop Renquist’s own forgettable features. Smiling ever so slightly at the thought of how her slaps would echo off the other blonde’s cheek, Evans left her corner with the CLANG of the bell, her perpetual ennui replaced with a fervent desire to reduce her foe to sobbing wreckage.
Macy noted the quick approach and came forward to make sure Evans didn’t cut her off against the buckles. Swinging right, Renquist hunched forward and let her hands hang at her knees, an occasional twitch in her fingers their only sign of life. Adjusting her own course to make sure she kept Renquist locked straight ahead, Rose took three steps forward and snarled in disgust when the newcomer took three steps back. “You don’t want to play games with me, peon.” Evans warned the other lightweight. “If I have to chase you around this ring… you’re going to regret it.”
Macy treated her to a taunting smile Rose didn’t much care for. “I wouldn’t worry about chasing me, cutie. I’d worry about what happens to your delicate little ass IF you manage to catch me.”
Evans looked away, her perfectly white teeth bared in something that could’ve doubled as a grin or a snarl. “Bytch, the way you’re talking you’ll find out all about my delicate little ass before that bell rings again.”
“I’m sure I will.” Renquist agreed. “By the looks of you, it’ll slap real good.”
Rose opened her mouth to respond only to explode forward in a blur of black, blonde and plaid, the Smartest Girl in the Room going straight for her opponent’s--
CRAAACK!
Renquist dipped even lower, darted in and tagged Evans’s right thigh with a slap that made the other blonde hop back at once. “That’s it? THAT’S your strategy?” Evans sneered. “Your first, and probably only, Fawnamania appearance and you want to make this into a Slap Fight?”
Now it was Macy’s turn to scoff. “Hardly. If this was a Slap Fight, I’d have had you in tears ten seconds after the--”
Rose came at her again, the vengeful battler leading with glittering talons she meant to slash across Renquist’s--
CRA-CRAAACK!
Macy intercepted her with a stiff slap to the ribs followed by a blink & you’ll miss it overhand blow that raised an immediate welt on Rose’s décolletage. Rose stumbled back, caught a glimpse of Renquist’s shining eyes and roared in rage, the usually calculating grappler completely enthralled by her anger. Even so she learned from previous mistakes and when Evans closed in a third time she kept her hands high and tight to defend against any more of stinging slaps. It was a good strategy, Amanda Jane’s approving nod confirmed as much, but in devoting all her defenses to Macy’s hands she left herself exposed to the blonde’s feet, as evidenced when Renquist pivoted on one foot and THWHACKED a crisp little Back Kick into the aggressor’s tummy. Rose ‘oooffffhed’ and folded up, offering her head to Macy who happily welcomed it into a Front Facelock. Adding to the other blonde’s woes with a Single Underhook on her left arm, Renquist dropped her hips and snapped her opponent up, over and down, Macy THWHAMMING full force against the thinly-sheathed plywood.
HALF HATCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZFpKVXC_LY
Sitting up a heartbeat after she touched down, Evans meant to get right back up but the Slappin’ Sensation scooted in behind her and jammed a knee between her shoulders. Then Macy’s hands were laced across her jaw and Rose was groaning as the other blonde wrenched her neck with the Chinlock. Hardly a passive participant in this galling turn of events, Evans grabbed her attacker’s wrists and set about pulling them loose even as she rocked from one side to the other. Macy made no comment on the resistance, though she answered all the same. Leaning in over Rose’s exposed noggin, she pressed her chin to the struggling woman’s forehead and grrrrrrrrrrround it in for a good five seconds.
“OW, BYTCH!” Rose halved her control on Macy’s wrists and helped herself to a big ol’ handful. Renquist hissed in pain, but that didn’t stop her from continuing the small scale torture. In fact she worked it even harder once the ref strode over and tapped Rose’s wrist. “Get off her hair, Rose! Don’t make me start a count.”
“Go ahead and count!” the Plaid Prodigy barked. “I’m sure she’ll have tapped out well before you reach HEY!”
Macy removed one hand from her opponent’s chin, snagged Rose’s free hand and deftly folded it behind her back so Evans’s forearm was wedged into the pit of her posted knee. With Rose’s other hand still preoccupied with Macy’s hair it meant her face was exposed, so Renquist flattened her free hand into a paddle and SMAAACKED her across the cheek! Rose yelped, let loose of Renquist’s locks and twisted away in an instinctual effort to protect against more slaps. The newcomer abandoned the Chinlock and arm-trap so Evans could make it to all fours, but then she grabbed a handful of hair and scooted in beside her to ‘smeck’ her legs around Evans’s waist in a snug Bodyscissors.
“UUUUNNNNGGGHH!” Rose crumpled to her forehead and forearms as Renquist compressed her ribs with a single sustained squeeeeeeeeeeeeeze.
Reading the pain etched on Rose’s face, Merle knelt beside the action to check on her condition. “What do you say, Rose?” Do I need to call for the bell?”
Evans growled, braced her palms against the mat and forced herself up as high as her arms would allow. “You need to call for an ambulance, idiot. This miserable whelp is going to need it by the time I’m finished with AAAAAHHHHH! DAMMIT, YOU CUNT!” Seemingly unconcerned with Evans’s threats, Macy took a moment to flip up her foe’s plaid skirt, meaning there was nothing but scant lace armor between blonde glute and blonde palm when Renquist CRAAACKED a single slap home! Torn between avenging the indignity and escaping the bytch’s Scissors, Rose ultimately chose the latter, half crawling / half dragging herself across the canvas until she was close enough to grab hold of the bottom rope. “Get her off, Merle.” Rose demanded. “Get her off right noWWWEEERRRHHH!”
Macy filled one hand with Evans’s locks and pulled her head back at a sharp angle. Merle went right into his count which ended at ‘FOUR!’ when Renquist ended the Scissors and the hair-pull at the same time.
Rose immediately drew closer to the ropes in case the aggressive idiot tried to pull her back to the center of the ring. When a few seconds elapsed with no sign of Macy’s touch, Evans pushed to one knee and swung around to get a better view of the battlefield. What she actually saw was Renquist closing in at top speed! She raised a forearm to protect her face from more slaps, then let out a distressed snarl when the other blonde palmed her head in both hands and mussed her hair for a good five second. “BYTCH!” Evans shoved her away, scrambled to boot-leather and glared daggers at Merle. “What the hell was that?! I’m in the ropes, I deserve a clean break! Keep that savage back or I’ll make sure Castle hears about it.”
Why don’t you run your mouth at me, Rosie?” Macy chided before the ref could defend himself. “Is it because you’re afraid I’ll slap it around to the other side of your head?”
“Shut it cretin. Or I’ll punch your eyes shut.” Evans threatened.
Macy took a step forward, spread her arms wide and tilted her head, offering Rose an excellent shot at her chin. “Go ahead, girl. I’d love to see you--”
‘Try’ never got out of her mouth as Rose stormed off the strands with a Toe Kick aimed directly between her opponent’s legs! Renquist couldn’t bring her hands down in time to catch Evans’s ankle to she moved a half step back and twisted to the side to absorb the blow with her hip instead. It wasn’t a pretty counter and Macy was certain she’d have an ugly bruise there before the match was over but it was a hell of a lot better than soaking up a Low Blow and all that besides, the counter threw Rose off balance just long enough for the Slappin’ Sensation to drive a shoulder deep into the other blonde’s belly! Looping her arms around Evans’s thighs the second they reached the ropes, Renquist hoisted her burden up onto one shoulder and charged along the edge to BWUUUNG Rose into the nearest corner!
Evans ‘uuunnghed!” and threw an arm over the top rope to keep her feet, so Macy straightened up, mounted the middle rope and buried her left hand in the Brilliant Battler’s hair. “Next time you try to go low on me, I’ll bend you over my knee.” Renquist promised her fuming foe. “For now I’ll just pink one set of cheeks.” With that she raised her right hand and brought it ‘whicking’ down once, twice, three times, the quick repetition more than enough to get the FAWNatics counting ‘FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE…. TEN!”
Macy finished her set with a single swift Backhand, offered a little bow to the capacity crowd, then hopped down from her perch. “Clear off, Macy.” Merle said when Renquist once again reached for Rose’s hair. “She’s in the corner so give her a clean HEY!”
Apparently Evans didn’t need the break because rather than let Macy back off, she stepped after her and jabbed a thumb into the newcomer’s left eye! Renquist yelped and Amanda Jane shouted a protest alongside Merle but Rose paid neither of them any mind. Instead she THWHAPPED a vindictive Forearm Smash across the back of Renquist’s neck when she turned to retreat, grabbed a handful of waistband of waistband to keep her from going any farther.
“Now, bytch.” the Smartest Girl in the Room tugged up, forcing Macy onto tiptoe. “Now you’re going to learn your lesson!” She clubbed Renquist across the shoulders a second time, then dropped to one knee and hooked her right arm through Macy’s legs. No Low Blow this time around, Evans jerked her adversary back and down in a simple Schoolboy that would’ve been painless if the base of her skull hadn’t BWUUUNGED against the bottom turnbuckle! Galvanized by the lovely sound of bone on steel, Evans sprang to her feet, grabbed hold of the top rope and planted first one foot, and then the other atop her opponent’s vulnerable chest! Dipping down into the deepest crouch she could muster, Rose bounced up n’ down and groooooouuund the soles of her boots into Renquist’s protesting bounty.
“C’mon Merle!” Giardi complained from her post on the outside. “Get her off!”
Rose heard her, looked toward the veteran and flashed an impudent grin. “This the best talent you’re producing, old woman?” she taunted. “Bytch is a terrible wrestler but she makes for an excellent doormat!”
Far too experienced to respond to such obvious bait, Amanda Jane offered some words of encouragement to her charge and another demand for Merle to do his damned job. Merle did, the perpetually flustered zebra forced to count when it became clear Rose planned to ignore anything else. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Rose hopped onto the second rope and raised her hands in a ‘V’, the Plaid Prodigy looking far more at home now that she had Macy mewling in her shadow. Fixing a hard smile on a FAWN camera she caught zooming in to better capture her dominance, Rose smoothed out her hair and said, “Hope you’re taking good notes Mendoza, you traitor-faced bytch. Because what I do to this peon is nothing compared to what awaits you and Chadwick.”
She would’ve gone into more detail if Merle wasn’t whining about her presence in the corner, so she grabbed the top rope in both hands, dipped into a deep crouch and launched herself up into a gorgeous headstand. The flick & swish of plaid skirt earned her a few cheers, but those quickly curdled to boos when Evans swung down and in, her legs stretched in a slight ‘V’ to better THWHUMP the full weight of her hundred and ten plus pounds down ass-first atop Macy’s chest in a sky high Bronco Buster! Shifting her hand holds down a rope, Rose proceeded with another round of bouncing, the excommunicated bad girl venting some of her frustration by smashing and grinding her undercarriage into Renquist’s mug for another whole ‘FOUR!’ count. Somersaulting away only when the ref threatened immediate disqualification, Rose popped to verticality, blew Giardi a smooch, then SMACKED it against her hip in an unmistakable ‘kiss my ass’ gesture.
“Oh would you just shut up?” Evans snapped at Merle as she strutted back to the corner. “You want her out of the corner, right? Well I’m getting her out of the corner!”
Posted up by Macy’s feet, Rose laid claim to the other blonde’s ankles and peeled her legs off the mat, all the better to drape them across her own shoulders. From there she looped her arms around opposing thighs and clasped her hands tight, meaning there was nothing for Renquist to do but follow when Rose straightened up, took a giant step backward and sat out hard! The resultant Powerbomb wasn’t the highest or stiffest ever recorded in FAWN, but after the abuse Macy’d suffered in the corner it still hit her like a ton of bricks. Flattened out in the center of the ring, the Slappin’ Sensation could only grimace as Rose hooked her calves over her biceps and leaned forward for the…
PULL-OUT POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_PbIWGZ9Enk
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Macy inched a shoulder loose with half a second to spare, earning cheers from those assembled and a relieved sigh from her mentor. Nonplussed by the escape now that she was kicking Renquist’s ass, Evans helped herself to a handful of hair and scraped the flagging blonde off the canvas. “You’re not who I wanted tonight.” Rose murmured into her foe’s ear. “But I’m really glad you gave me the chance to expose your no-talent ass in front of the whole world.”
“Tuhhhh… tuff talk for a chick dressed like a slutty school UNNNNGGGHHHH!”
The Plaid Prodigy took exquisite pleasure in the Bytch Slap she used to spin Renquist around in a woozy half circle. Catching her in a half Waistlock before Macy could create any distance, Rose stuck her head under Renquist’s left arm and braced her left hand against the back of Renquist’s left thigh. Giardi shouted a warning to her pupil but it was too late, Evans popped her hips, hoisted Macy up high and brought her down twice as fast on the back of her head and shoulders.
Renquist bounced to a seat and Rose rolled with her, the Half Waistlock still intact. In no mood to let her little Chadwick proxy off that easy, the Smartest Girl in the Room transitioned to a full Waistlock and used it to haul Macy to her feet. Soon as they were up Rosie took ‘em over, Evans earning grudging applause from the pro graps purists off her execution of a German Suplex.
The white-clad blonde landed as high & tight as the first time so Merle swooped in to count only to have Evans roll through and haul her back to boot leather. Shifting from the Waistlock to a Half Nelson in the blink of an eye, Evans spun the other woman around into a Front Facelock, tossed the near arm over her shoulders and snagged a handful of waistband before muscling her directly overhead. Now Rose Evans was nobody’s idea of a powerhouse, (in the BL days it had always been Gabby providing the muscle) but tonight she showed off surprising brawn in keeping the newcomer aloft while those assembled tolled off the seconds. ‘ONE…TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE… TEN!’
ROSE TRIO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUTp3-oRymQ
The Plaid Prodigy rocked up and laid out, bringing Macy CRASHING to the thinly-sheathed plywood to complete the Rose Trio. Floating over into a perfect Crossbody like she dismantled skanks all the time, Evans hooked the far leg and preened to AJG while Merle counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Renquist forced a shoulder off the mat with half a second between her and a dispiriting ‘Mania debut. Momentarily redirecting her ire at Merle, Rose huffed, “Excuse me, but have you recently suffered a traumatic brain injury? Because if so I don’t think you should be anywhere near a wrestling ring.”
The ref frowned. “What? No, I’m fine. Why would you say--”
“BECAUSE YOU CAN’T F*CKING COUNT!” the Smartest Girl in the Room shrieked at the top of her lungs.
Merle jumped back as if scalded, treating Rose to all the space she needed as she laid claim to the downed blonde’s left leg. Using Macy’s ankle to draaaaaaag her to the center of the ring, Evans held the limb steady as she drilled half a dozen short Toe Kicks into the meat of her foe’s thigh. Macy groaned, tried to pull away, but Rose just gave her something else to think about in the form of a quick Kneedrop to the pit of her knee. “You’ve been doing this move wrong for a loooooooong time, old woman!” Evans taunted Amanda Jane. “So I’ll show you how to do it correctly and submit your brat at the same time!”
Giardi said nothing, earning a disappointed sigh from Evans just before she stepped over the exposed limb to twist it around the back of her right leg. With Renquist’s stem folded into the crooked side of a most dangerous 4, Rose bent down and grabbed hold of her right “UUUUUNNNNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Macy sat up fast and CRA-CRAAAACKED Evans’s cheeks with a right-left combo of Forehand Slaps. The Plaid Prodigy relinquished her control over Renquist’s left leg but she didn’t retreat quickly enough for the tyro’s liking because Macy followed up with a savage Bell Ringer, the double slap THWHAPPING against Rose’s unsuspecting ears! That set Rose to stumblin’, so Renquist threw herself backward in a quick somersault that brought her up a couple yards from the other blonde. With Rose too far removed to light up with any sort of slap, Macy ran her down, leapt up and planted her left foot on Evans’s right thigh. THWHACK! Renquist clapped her foe upside the noggin with an Enzugiri that dropped Rose to her knees on the spot.
STEP UP ENZUGIRI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1EsC1_VQ1so
“Open challenges are rough, huh?” Macy chided as she hauled her adversary to boot-leather. “Ya never know when someone a whole lot meaner than you is gonna show up looking for--”
Evans shoved her hard, then reared back for a slap of her own but Macy caught it at the wrist and immediately segued into a flawless Irish Whip. Head still spinning from the Bell Ringer, Rose didn’t so much slow her progress as she did adjust her angle, the Plaid Prodigy busting out a drunken half circle just before she would’ve BWUUUNGED tits-first into the top turnbuckle. As it was her back took the brunt of the impact, leaving her dazed and out of breath as Renquist jogged to the opposite corner. Resting her elbows on the top rope, Macy looked over to the Astonishing One and said, “Been working on an homage to you, teach. Hope you like it.”
The twitch at one corner of Amanda Jane‘s mouth might‘ve been a smile. “Eyes on the match, Macy.”
She needn’t have wasted her breath, the order was still on her tongue when Renquist charged across the ring at a full sprint. Near the halfway point she threw herself into a handspring, followed by a cartwheel and then a second handspring, the last bit of gymnastics putting her in the perfect position to rear back and CRAAAACK Rose’s cheek with an echoing Bytch Slap!
HANDSPRING BYTCH SLAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CM7J6fXHj8k
Rose’s head snapped to one side in a fine mist of sweat but she didn’t go down so Renquist palmed the back of her neck and forced her from the corner with a polite little shove. Stamping in fencepost holes on her way across the canvas, Evans was only vaguely aware when Macy snugged in on her six and reached around with her left hand to clasp the dazed battler’s right wrist. Bracing her free hand against the small of Rose’s back, Macy gave her another soft shove and stepped back quickly while maintaining her control on the captured wrist. The tether spun Evans around in a half circle that ended facing Renquist, a view she enjoyed just long enough to see the Slappin’ Sensation wind up and step in, the fingers of her right hand ever so briefly pressed to her lips. There was a CRAAAAAAAACK like a rifle-shot followed by incredulous ‘OOOOOOHHHHH!’s from those assembled as Macy sent Rose’s face fluttering into the lower deck with an absolutely murderous overhand Bytch Slap!
BYTCHMAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVwV6aKxsIk&sns=em
Hands limp at her sides in the wake of the Bytchmaker, Rose crumpled to her knees in slow motion, then slopped onto her back in real time when Macy sank to one knee and gave her a shove. Laying claim to Rose’s wrists even as she slid into a high Front Face Sit, Renquist pinned them high above Evans’s head and treated the camera to a coy smile as the ref counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer called over the roar of the crowd, “your winner via pin-fall… MACY RENQUIST!”
More excited by the victory than she wanted to let on, Macy released Evans’s wrists, leaned back and ran a hand through her hair while the ringside photogs captured several different angles of her victory mount. Merle was helping her rise when Amanda Jane strode over and offered up the varsity jacket. “You like the handspring, ‘Manda?” the tyro asked as she slipped into the jacket. “Had to work for a long time to mirror your technique.”
“Needlessly showy, but your execution is flawless as ever, Mace.”
Giardi gave her the headphones too and though Renquist slipped them around her neck, she didn’t put them on just yet. “Oh come on, teach. You can’t tell me you wouldn’t have done the same thing to Shea if given the chance! And it’s a perfect transition into the Bytchmaker!”
The Astonishing One rolled her eyes. “Are we really calling it that? It’s such a tawdry name.”
Macy looked down at Rose, pointed to the nasty red welt rising on one side of her face. “Tawdry or not, I bet she never forgets how it felt.”
Amanda Jane dipped her head in acknowledgement. “Can’t argue that. C’mon, take your lap and then we gotta go. Mania’s always pressed for time.”
Renquist smiled as she pulled the clunky red headphones over her ears. “Who needs laps when you’ve got slaps, teach?” The veteran groaned but Macy didn’t hear, she’d already turned her back and cranked the music up loud, Cage the Elephant playing her up the aisle a winner at her first Fawnamania.
“SHUT THE HELL UP, IDIOT!”
Announcer and crowd alike all turned to the stage, where a furious blonde had materialized in conjunction with that needle-scratch of an interruption. Already halfway down the aisle, Rose Evans raised her own mic and spat, “The following beatdown is scheduled for right goddamned now and will continue for as long as I see f*cking fit! Introducing first, hailing from Buffalo, New York, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-one pounds. She is the Smartest Girl in the Room, not to mention this whole building, ROSE EVANS!”
ROSE EVANS:
The crowd, having regained their bearings, let the former Barely Legal member have it with both barrels as she hopped onto the apron and slipped into the ring with none of her previous tawdry style. Though she wasn’t scheduled for battle, Rose was very much dressed for it, sporting her standard attire of plaid mini-skirt and black bustier, the former offering the briefest glimpse of lace panties as she passed through the ropes. Rounding on the Announcer as soon as she was ensconced in the ring, Rose snapped her fingers at the poor flummoxed dope and said, “You, get a ref out here. NOW.” With that task properly mandated, she turned her attention to the entryway.
“CHADWICK!” she bellowed. “MENDOZA! Get your traitorous asses out here! You wanna kick me to the curb? You want to put me on the shelf? I got news for you bytches, it’s gonna take more than an up-jumped sidekick and an off the rack blonde and her helicopter mom to keep me down for long. I’m back, I’m stronger than ever and I’ll be damned if I let this ‘Mania pass me by without slapping you to tears in front of all these slobbering idiots!”
The fans, who’d actually been rallying behind Rose’s righteous anger, turned on her full force at the ‘slobbering idiots’ jab. Evans paid them no mind, her rage was elsewhere at the moment. “Gabby… Ginnifer, hell, I’ll even take that leather couch you call a mother. I don’t care which one of you it is, but one of you is going to step through these ropes and get humiliated tonight. So who steps up? My gutless ex-partner? Or the so-called replacement?”
No response save for the jeers of the crowd. Five seconds became ten, spun out to twenty with nothing but buzz and exponentially increasing irritation from Rose. “Nothing? Really? You bytch-faces are going to make me come back--”
AMANDA JANE GIARDI:
The curtain parted and a woman stepped through, though not one of the three Evans called out. Acknowledging the cheers with a single quick salute, Amanda Jane Giardi looked at the frowning blonde and said, “Rose, I understand that you’re angry, but management really doesn’t appreciate anyone trying to highjack the biggest show of the year. They ESPECIALLY don’t appreciate it when they know that you know that Rose and Ginnifer aren’t even here tonight. They are, as you well know, down in Miami hosting a watch party on South Beach. So all of this venom you’re spitting sounds great, but with your targets in no position to respond, you’re just wasting valuable time. So the way I see it, you have two options. You can either leave the ring right now and let the show resume as scheduled or you can settle back in a corner and prepare yourself for an impromptu match.”
Nonplussed by the reveal of her deception, Rose smirked and taunted, “What, you going to come down here and teach me a lesson, old woman? As I recall, you traded in the spotlight for the Madhouse when you realized your best days were behind you.”
The Astonishing One let the crowd ‘ooohhhhh’ for a moment before she replied. “I don’t need one of my best days to school you, Evans. But tonight isn’t about me, it’s about the future of FAWN. So my question stands. Do you want to leave? Or do you want a match?”
“Get her out here, Giardi. Whichever slice of bikini meat you’ve been seasoning over there in the Madhouse, get her punk ass down to the ring so I can show the world you’re an even shyttier trainer than wrestler.”
She dropped the mic and backed into the far corner just as Merle the referee came jogging down to ringside. Sliding under the bottom rope, he picked up the mic, walked over to the edge and handed it to the Announcer along with a small white card.
The Announcer consulted it, offered Merle a thanks and called out, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Blue Bay, Florida, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and seventeen pounds. Making her debut in the FAWN Arena, this is MACY RENQUIST!”
Cheers rose up alongside the opening to Cage the Elephant’s ‘Mess Around’ as the Mania crowd got out of their seats to welcome the Slappin’ Sensation to the big show. Macy obliged them shortly thereafter, brushing through the curtain to stand beside her trainer and mentor. Clad in a bulky red & white varsity jacket and sporting an oversized pair of red headphones, Renquist pulled aside half of the latter so ‘Manda J could murmur in her ear. Nodding once, the blonde slipped her gear back into place and started down the ramp with Giardi trailing several steps behind. Apparently butterfly-free despite the magnitude of the event around her, Renquist bobbed her head to the beat and returned the high-fives extended in her direction all without taking her attention off Rose.
MACY RENQUIST:
Heading for the stairs once she cleared the aisle, Macy made quick time onto the apron and through the ropes. She claimed the center of the ring in short order and expanded her fan base exponentially when she doffed the jacket to show off a strappy white two piece with pink trim and pink accents. Her knee and elbow pads were an identical pink, while the ankle wraps she wore in place of boots were matte black. Revealed to be almost solid muscle and sinew once shod of her varsity jacket, Renquist scanned the crowd one more time before she headed to her corner where she hung up the jacket for safe keeping.
The headphones were still in place when Merle hurried over to check her pads and wraps, which she offered without hesitation. Once he was done he motioned for her to remove the headphones. “Gonna keep those over here, Macy?”
Renquist peeled ‘em off, then set them around the post atop her jacket. “You know me already, Merle. Wish me luck?”
“I’m not supposed to, bias and all, but… “ he leaned in under the guise of checking her elbow pads one last time. “Good luck. Be warned, Rose is kind of a brat.”
Macy smiled, her dark eyes twinkling with all the lights of Fawnamania. “No worries, Merle. I know how to deal with brats.”
Her foul mood far from soothed by this pathetic imposter, Rose made the best of a bad situation by superimposing Chadwick’s smug little face atop Renquist’s own forgettable features. Smiling ever so slightly at the thought of how her slaps would echo off the other blonde’s cheek, Evans left her corner with the CLANG of the bell, her perpetual ennui replaced with a fervent desire to reduce her foe to sobbing wreckage.
Macy noted the quick approach and came forward to make sure Evans didn’t cut her off against the buckles. Swinging right, Renquist hunched forward and let her hands hang at her knees, an occasional twitch in her fingers their only sign of life. Adjusting her own course to make sure she kept Renquist locked straight ahead, Rose took three steps forward and snarled in disgust when the newcomer took three steps back. “You don’t want to play games with me, peon.” Evans warned the other lightweight. “If I have to chase you around this ring… you’re going to regret it.”
Macy treated her to a taunting smile Rose didn’t much care for. “I wouldn’t worry about chasing me, cutie. I’d worry about what happens to your delicate little ass IF you manage to catch me.”
Evans looked away, her perfectly white teeth bared in something that could’ve doubled as a grin or a snarl. “Bytch, the way you’re talking you’ll find out all about my delicate little ass before that bell rings again.”
“I’m sure I will.” Renquist agreed. “By the looks of you, it’ll slap real good.”
Rose opened her mouth to respond only to explode forward in a blur of black, blonde and plaid, the Smartest Girl in the Room going straight for her opponent’s--
CRAAACK!
Renquist dipped even lower, darted in and tagged Evans’s right thigh with a slap that made the other blonde hop back at once. “That’s it? THAT’S your strategy?” Evans sneered. “Your first, and probably only, Fawnamania appearance and you want to make this into a Slap Fight?”
Now it was Macy’s turn to scoff. “Hardly. If this was a Slap Fight, I’d have had you in tears ten seconds after the--”
Rose came at her again, the vengeful battler leading with glittering talons she meant to slash across Renquist’s--
CRA-CRAAACK!
Macy intercepted her with a stiff slap to the ribs followed by a blink & you’ll miss it overhand blow that raised an immediate welt on Rose’s décolletage. Rose stumbled back, caught a glimpse of Renquist’s shining eyes and roared in rage, the usually calculating grappler completely enthralled by her anger. Even so she learned from previous mistakes and when Evans closed in a third time she kept her hands high and tight to defend against any more of stinging slaps. It was a good strategy, Amanda Jane’s approving nod confirmed as much, but in devoting all her defenses to Macy’s hands she left herself exposed to the blonde’s feet, as evidenced when Renquist pivoted on one foot and THWHACKED a crisp little Back Kick into the aggressor’s tummy. Rose ‘oooffffhed’ and folded up, offering her head to Macy who happily welcomed it into a Front Facelock. Adding to the other blonde’s woes with a Single Underhook on her left arm, Renquist dropped her hips and snapped her opponent up, over and down, Macy THWHAMMING full force against the thinly-sheathed plywood.
HALF HATCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZFpKVXC_LY
Sitting up a heartbeat after she touched down, Evans meant to get right back up but the Slappin’ Sensation scooted in behind her and jammed a knee between her shoulders. Then Macy’s hands were laced across her jaw and Rose was groaning as the other blonde wrenched her neck with the Chinlock. Hardly a passive participant in this galling turn of events, Evans grabbed her attacker’s wrists and set about pulling them loose even as she rocked from one side to the other. Macy made no comment on the resistance, though she answered all the same. Leaning in over Rose’s exposed noggin, she pressed her chin to the struggling woman’s forehead and grrrrrrrrrrround it in for a good five seconds.
“OW, BYTCH!” Rose halved her control on Macy’s wrists and helped herself to a big ol’ handful. Renquist hissed in pain, but that didn’t stop her from continuing the small scale torture. In fact she worked it even harder once the ref strode over and tapped Rose’s wrist. “Get off her hair, Rose! Don’t make me start a count.”
“Go ahead and count!” the Plaid Prodigy barked. “I’m sure she’ll have tapped out well before you reach HEY!”
Macy removed one hand from her opponent’s chin, snagged Rose’s free hand and deftly folded it behind her back so Evans’s forearm was wedged into the pit of her posted knee. With Rose’s other hand still preoccupied with Macy’s hair it meant her face was exposed, so Renquist flattened her free hand into a paddle and SMAAACKED her across the cheek! Rose yelped, let loose of Renquist’s locks and twisted away in an instinctual effort to protect against more slaps. The newcomer abandoned the Chinlock and arm-trap so Evans could make it to all fours, but then she grabbed a handful of hair and scooted in beside her to ‘smeck’ her legs around Evans’s waist in a snug Bodyscissors.
“UUUUNNNNGGGHH!” Rose crumpled to her forehead and forearms as Renquist compressed her ribs with a single sustained squeeeeeeeeeeeeeze.
Reading the pain etched on Rose’s face, Merle knelt beside the action to check on her condition. “What do you say, Rose?” Do I need to call for the bell?”
Evans growled, braced her palms against the mat and forced herself up as high as her arms would allow. “You need to call for an ambulance, idiot. This miserable whelp is going to need it by the time I’m finished with AAAAAHHHHH! DAMMIT, YOU CUNT!” Seemingly unconcerned with Evans’s threats, Macy took a moment to flip up her foe’s plaid skirt, meaning there was nothing but scant lace armor between blonde glute and blonde palm when Renquist CRAAACKED a single slap home! Torn between avenging the indignity and escaping the bytch’s Scissors, Rose ultimately chose the latter, half crawling / half dragging herself across the canvas until she was close enough to grab hold of the bottom rope. “Get her off, Merle.” Rose demanded. “Get her off right noWWWEEERRRHHH!”
Macy filled one hand with Evans’s locks and pulled her head back at a sharp angle. Merle went right into his count which ended at ‘FOUR!’ when Renquist ended the Scissors and the hair-pull at the same time.
Rose immediately drew closer to the ropes in case the aggressive idiot tried to pull her back to the center of the ring. When a few seconds elapsed with no sign of Macy’s touch, Evans pushed to one knee and swung around to get a better view of the battlefield. What she actually saw was Renquist closing in at top speed! She raised a forearm to protect her face from more slaps, then let out a distressed snarl when the other blonde palmed her head in both hands and mussed her hair for a good five second. “BYTCH!” Evans shoved her away, scrambled to boot-leather and glared daggers at Merle. “What the hell was that?! I’m in the ropes, I deserve a clean break! Keep that savage back or I’ll make sure Castle hears about it.”
Why don’t you run your mouth at me, Rosie?” Macy chided before the ref could defend himself. “Is it because you’re afraid I’ll slap it around to the other side of your head?”
“Shut it cretin. Or I’ll punch your eyes shut.” Evans threatened.
Macy took a step forward, spread her arms wide and tilted her head, offering Rose an excellent shot at her chin. “Go ahead, girl. I’d love to see you--”
‘Try’ never got out of her mouth as Rose stormed off the strands with a Toe Kick aimed directly between her opponent’s legs! Renquist couldn’t bring her hands down in time to catch Evans’s ankle to she moved a half step back and twisted to the side to absorb the blow with her hip instead. It wasn’t a pretty counter and Macy was certain she’d have an ugly bruise there before the match was over but it was a hell of a lot better than soaking up a Low Blow and all that besides, the counter threw Rose off balance just long enough for the Slappin’ Sensation to drive a shoulder deep into the other blonde’s belly! Looping her arms around Evans’s thighs the second they reached the ropes, Renquist hoisted her burden up onto one shoulder and charged along the edge to BWUUUNG Rose into the nearest corner!
Evans ‘uuunnghed!” and threw an arm over the top rope to keep her feet, so Macy straightened up, mounted the middle rope and buried her left hand in the Brilliant Battler’s hair. “Next time you try to go low on me, I’ll bend you over my knee.” Renquist promised her fuming foe. “For now I’ll just pink one set of cheeks.” With that she raised her right hand and brought it ‘whicking’ down once, twice, three times, the quick repetition more than enough to get the FAWNatics counting ‘FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE…. TEN!”
Macy finished her set with a single swift Backhand, offered a little bow to the capacity crowd, then hopped down from her perch. “Clear off, Macy.” Merle said when Renquist once again reached for Rose’s hair. “She’s in the corner so give her a clean HEY!”
Apparently Evans didn’t need the break because rather than let Macy back off, she stepped after her and jabbed a thumb into the newcomer’s left eye! Renquist yelped and Amanda Jane shouted a protest alongside Merle but Rose paid neither of them any mind. Instead she THWHAPPED a vindictive Forearm Smash across the back of Renquist’s neck when she turned to retreat, grabbed a handful of waistband of waistband to keep her from going any farther.
“Now, bytch.” the Smartest Girl in the Room tugged up, forcing Macy onto tiptoe. “Now you’re going to learn your lesson!” She clubbed Renquist across the shoulders a second time, then dropped to one knee and hooked her right arm through Macy’s legs. No Low Blow this time around, Evans jerked her adversary back and down in a simple Schoolboy that would’ve been painless if the base of her skull hadn’t BWUUUNGED against the bottom turnbuckle! Galvanized by the lovely sound of bone on steel, Evans sprang to her feet, grabbed hold of the top rope and planted first one foot, and then the other atop her opponent’s vulnerable chest! Dipping down into the deepest crouch she could muster, Rose bounced up n’ down and groooooouuund the soles of her boots into Renquist’s protesting bounty.
“C’mon Merle!” Giardi complained from her post on the outside. “Get her off!”
Rose heard her, looked toward the veteran and flashed an impudent grin. “This the best talent you’re producing, old woman?” she taunted. “Bytch is a terrible wrestler but she makes for an excellent doormat!”
Far too experienced to respond to such obvious bait, Amanda Jane offered some words of encouragement to her charge and another demand for Merle to do his damned job. Merle did, the perpetually flustered zebra forced to count when it became clear Rose planned to ignore anything else. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Rose hopped onto the second rope and raised her hands in a ‘V’, the Plaid Prodigy looking far more at home now that she had Macy mewling in her shadow. Fixing a hard smile on a FAWN camera she caught zooming in to better capture her dominance, Rose smoothed out her hair and said, “Hope you’re taking good notes Mendoza, you traitor-faced bytch. Because what I do to this peon is nothing compared to what awaits you and Chadwick.”
She would’ve gone into more detail if Merle wasn’t whining about her presence in the corner, so she grabbed the top rope in both hands, dipped into a deep crouch and launched herself up into a gorgeous headstand. The flick & swish of plaid skirt earned her a few cheers, but those quickly curdled to boos when Evans swung down and in, her legs stretched in a slight ‘V’ to better THWHUMP the full weight of her hundred and ten plus pounds down ass-first atop Macy’s chest in a sky high Bronco Buster! Shifting her hand holds down a rope, Rose proceeded with another round of bouncing, the excommunicated bad girl venting some of her frustration by smashing and grinding her undercarriage into Renquist’s mug for another whole ‘FOUR!’ count. Somersaulting away only when the ref threatened immediate disqualification, Rose popped to verticality, blew Giardi a smooch, then SMACKED it against her hip in an unmistakable ‘kiss my ass’ gesture.
“Oh would you just shut up?” Evans snapped at Merle as she strutted back to the corner. “You want her out of the corner, right? Well I’m getting her out of the corner!”
Posted up by Macy’s feet, Rose laid claim to the other blonde’s ankles and peeled her legs off the mat, all the better to drape them across her own shoulders. From there she looped her arms around opposing thighs and clasped her hands tight, meaning there was nothing for Renquist to do but follow when Rose straightened up, took a giant step backward and sat out hard! The resultant Powerbomb wasn’t the highest or stiffest ever recorded in FAWN, but after the abuse Macy’d suffered in the corner it still hit her like a ton of bricks. Flattened out in the center of the ring, the Slappin’ Sensation could only grimace as Rose hooked her calves over her biceps and leaned forward for the…
PULL-OUT POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_PbIWGZ9Enk
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Macy inched a shoulder loose with half a second to spare, earning cheers from those assembled and a relieved sigh from her mentor. Nonplussed by the escape now that she was kicking Renquist’s ass, Evans helped herself to a handful of hair and scraped the flagging blonde off the canvas. “You’re not who I wanted tonight.” Rose murmured into her foe’s ear. “But I’m really glad you gave me the chance to expose your no-talent ass in front of the whole world.”
“Tuhhhh… tuff talk for a chick dressed like a slutty school UNNNNGGGHHHH!”
The Plaid Prodigy took exquisite pleasure in the Bytch Slap she used to spin Renquist around in a woozy half circle. Catching her in a half Waistlock before Macy could create any distance, Rose stuck her head under Renquist’s left arm and braced her left hand against the back of Renquist’s left thigh. Giardi shouted a warning to her pupil but it was too late, Evans popped her hips, hoisted Macy up high and brought her down twice as fast on the back of her head and shoulders.
Renquist bounced to a seat and Rose rolled with her, the Half Waistlock still intact. In no mood to let her little Chadwick proxy off that easy, the Smartest Girl in the Room transitioned to a full Waistlock and used it to haul Macy to her feet. Soon as they were up Rosie took ‘em over, Evans earning grudging applause from the pro graps purists off her execution of a German Suplex.
The white-clad blonde landed as high & tight as the first time so Merle swooped in to count only to have Evans roll through and haul her back to boot leather. Shifting from the Waistlock to a Half Nelson in the blink of an eye, Evans spun the other woman around into a Front Facelock, tossed the near arm over her shoulders and snagged a handful of waistband before muscling her directly overhead. Now Rose Evans was nobody’s idea of a powerhouse, (in the BL days it had always been Gabby providing the muscle) but tonight she showed off surprising brawn in keeping the newcomer aloft while those assembled tolled off the seconds. ‘ONE…TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE… TEN!’
ROSE TRIO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUTp3-oRymQ
The Plaid Prodigy rocked up and laid out, bringing Macy CRASHING to the thinly-sheathed plywood to complete the Rose Trio. Floating over into a perfect Crossbody like she dismantled skanks all the time, Evans hooked the far leg and preened to AJG while Merle counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Renquist forced a shoulder off the mat with half a second between her and a dispiriting ‘Mania debut. Momentarily redirecting her ire at Merle, Rose huffed, “Excuse me, but have you recently suffered a traumatic brain injury? Because if so I don’t think you should be anywhere near a wrestling ring.”
The ref frowned. “What? No, I’m fine. Why would you say--”
“BECAUSE YOU CAN’T F*CKING COUNT!” the Smartest Girl in the Room shrieked at the top of her lungs.
Merle jumped back as if scalded, treating Rose to all the space she needed as she laid claim to the downed blonde’s left leg. Using Macy’s ankle to draaaaaaag her to the center of the ring, Evans held the limb steady as she drilled half a dozen short Toe Kicks into the meat of her foe’s thigh. Macy groaned, tried to pull away, but Rose just gave her something else to think about in the form of a quick Kneedrop to the pit of her knee. “You’ve been doing this move wrong for a loooooooong time, old woman!” Evans taunted Amanda Jane. “So I’ll show you how to do it correctly and submit your brat at the same time!”
Giardi said nothing, earning a disappointed sigh from Evans just before she stepped over the exposed limb to twist it around the back of her right leg. With Renquist’s stem folded into the crooked side of a most dangerous 4, Rose bent down and grabbed hold of her right “UUUUUNNNNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Macy sat up fast and CRA-CRAAAACKED Evans’s cheeks with a right-left combo of Forehand Slaps. The Plaid Prodigy relinquished her control over Renquist’s left leg but she didn’t retreat quickly enough for the tyro’s liking because Macy followed up with a savage Bell Ringer, the double slap THWHAPPING against Rose’s unsuspecting ears! That set Rose to stumblin’, so Renquist threw herself backward in a quick somersault that brought her up a couple yards from the other blonde. With Rose too far removed to light up with any sort of slap, Macy ran her down, leapt up and planted her left foot on Evans’s right thigh. THWHACK! Renquist clapped her foe upside the noggin with an Enzugiri that dropped Rose to her knees on the spot.
STEP UP ENZUGIRI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1EsC1_VQ1so
“Open challenges are rough, huh?” Macy chided as she hauled her adversary to boot-leather. “Ya never know when someone a whole lot meaner than you is gonna show up looking for--”
Evans shoved her hard, then reared back for a slap of her own but Macy caught it at the wrist and immediately segued into a flawless Irish Whip. Head still spinning from the Bell Ringer, Rose didn’t so much slow her progress as she did adjust her angle, the Plaid Prodigy busting out a drunken half circle just before she would’ve BWUUUNGED tits-first into the top turnbuckle. As it was her back took the brunt of the impact, leaving her dazed and out of breath as Renquist jogged to the opposite corner. Resting her elbows on the top rope, Macy looked over to the Astonishing One and said, “Been working on an homage to you, teach. Hope you like it.”
The twitch at one corner of Amanda Jane‘s mouth might‘ve been a smile. “Eyes on the match, Macy.”
She needn’t have wasted her breath, the order was still on her tongue when Renquist charged across the ring at a full sprint. Near the halfway point she threw herself into a handspring, followed by a cartwheel and then a second handspring, the last bit of gymnastics putting her in the perfect position to rear back and CRAAAACK Rose’s cheek with an echoing Bytch Slap!
HANDSPRING BYTCH SLAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CM7J6fXHj8k
Rose’s head snapped to one side in a fine mist of sweat but she didn’t go down so Renquist palmed the back of her neck and forced her from the corner with a polite little shove. Stamping in fencepost holes on her way across the canvas, Evans was only vaguely aware when Macy snugged in on her six and reached around with her left hand to clasp the dazed battler’s right wrist. Bracing her free hand against the small of Rose’s back, Macy gave her another soft shove and stepped back quickly while maintaining her control on the captured wrist. The tether spun Evans around in a half circle that ended facing Renquist, a view she enjoyed just long enough to see the Slappin’ Sensation wind up and step in, the fingers of her right hand ever so briefly pressed to her lips. There was a CRAAAAAAAACK like a rifle-shot followed by incredulous ‘OOOOOOHHHHH!’s from those assembled as Macy sent Rose’s face fluttering into the lower deck with an absolutely murderous overhand Bytch Slap!
BYTCHMAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVwV6aKxsIk&sns=em
Hands limp at her sides in the wake of the Bytchmaker, Rose crumpled to her knees in slow motion, then slopped onto her back in real time when Macy sank to one knee and gave her a shove. Laying claim to Rose’s wrists even as she slid into a high Front Face Sit, Renquist pinned them high above Evans’s head and treated the camera to a coy smile as the ref counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer called over the roar of the crowd, “your winner via pin-fall… MACY RENQUIST!”
More excited by the victory than she wanted to let on, Macy released Evans’s wrists, leaned back and ran a hand through her hair while the ringside photogs captured several different angles of her victory mount. Merle was helping her rise when Amanda Jane strode over and offered up the varsity jacket. “You like the handspring, ‘Manda?” the tyro asked as she slipped into the jacket. “Had to work for a long time to mirror your technique.”
“Needlessly showy, but your execution is flawless as ever, Mace.”
Giardi gave her the headphones too and though Renquist slipped them around her neck, she didn’t put them on just yet. “Oh come on, teach. You can’t tell me you wouldn’t have done the same thing to Shea if given the chance! And it’s a perfect transition into the Bytchmaker!”
The Astonishing One rolled her eyes. “Are we really calling it that? It’s such a tawdry name.”
Macy looked down at Rose, pointed to the nasty red welt rising on one side of her face. “Tawdry or not, I bet she never forgets how it felt.”
Amanda Jane dipped her head in acknowledgement. “Can’t argue that. C’mon, take your lap and then we gotta go. Mania’s always pressed for time.”
Renquist smiled as she pulled the clunky red headphones over her ears. “Who needs laps when you’ve got slaps, teach?” The veteran groaned but Macy didn’t hear, she’d already turned her back and cranked the music up loud, Cage the Elephant playing her up the aisle a winner at her first Fawnamania.